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Batgirl Risks All Ch. 01

By: Angelique Bouchette



Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!

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

The Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Risks All

Chapter 1: Batgirl Goes Undercover

Sunday, 3:00 pm

Barbara Gordon wriggled into the tiny pair of sheer, lace-edged panties, and stared at herself in the mirror. "Hmm, they don't leave much to the imagination," the five-feet, nine-inch tall, twenty-five year old decided, as she picked up the matching half-cup bra, and prepared to slip it over her shapely 35C bosom. "Hmm, on second thoughts, I'll dispense with the bra," she decided. "It's not as if I really need one, after all!"

She tossed the flimsy garment onto the dresser, then sat down on the edge of the bed, to pull on a pair of sheer, black, self-supporting stockings, with lacy tops. "Good thing you've got the legs for this caper, girl!" she told herself, as she adjusted the seams, before walking over to the wardrobe and removing a gorgeous see-through blouse, with a lace-trimmed, plunging neckline, and a black, stretch Lycra mini-skirt.

She quickly slipped into the skirt and blouse, and then squeezed a pair of black, five-inch high stiletto heeled shoes onto her dainty feet.

She stood in front of the mirror, hands on hips, examining her 35-24-36 inch figure, critically. Her shapely breasts were clearly visible beneath the sheer top, and the short, black skirt barely reached down to mid thigh, just covering the tops of her stockings and hiding the pale, exciting expanse of naked flesh. The stiletto-heeled shoes added to the overall, sexy image forcing her to stand with her hips thrust forward, to maintain her balance.

"Well, you certainly don't look like the conventional image of a respectable young librarian!" she muttered, with a grin. "Better not let any of your friends or co-workers see you dressed like this!" She used both hands to slide her skirt up two or three inches, revealing the near transparent crotch of her panties. "Hmm, better be careful when you sit down!" she reminded herself. "Keep those legs firmly crossed, young lady!"

She walked back over to the bed, and picked up the copy of the Gotham Daily Gazette, and re-read the big, bold front-page headline, and the first few paragraphs:

Ivor Bigun Escapes!

Yesterday, Ivor Bigun, the recently convicted kidnapper and murderer, escaped from the maximum security wing of Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane, where he had just started a life-sentence, after being found guilty of the kidnapping and subsequent murder of Fifi La Trix, young celebrity wife of Henry Marshall, the well known industrialist, and multi-millionaire. Police suspect that Bigun, who must have had inside help to break out of the heavily guarded asylum, may also be the infamous 'Mad Serial Rapist' who has terrorized the female population of our fair city, for the last five years, but since none of the victims are alive to testify, they cannot be sure.

Bigun was convicted, after being apprehended by those two famous costumed vigilantes, Batman and Robin, but unfortunately, they did not arrive in time to save the life of Fifi La Trix, who had been brutally raped and strangled, before they arrived on the scene. Bigun was captured, red-handed, with the briefcase containing the million-dollar ransom, still in his possession, and despite an impassioned plea for leniency, from his defense lawyer, on the grounds of diminished responsibility, the jury took less than two hours to record a unanimous verdict of guilty, and the judge gave him a life sentence.

Police Commissioner Jim Gordon has advised all female citizens to take special care, when venturing out late at night, and has promised to double the normal quota of officers on night patrol, until this highly dangerous felon is apprehended!

Barbara put down the paper. "Hmm," she mused, "no female can rest easy in her bed until this dastardly son-of-a-bitch is safely back under lock and key!"

Normally, this would have been a job for Batgirl, but she was aware that Bigun was a loner, who didn't mix with the rest of the criminal fraternity of Gotham City, so it was going to be a tricky job, getting a line on the mad rapist and killer. He differed from most of the other criminals of Gotham, in that he insisted on wearing a figure hugging black bodysuit, which included an enormous, silver 'cod-piece'. It was known that Ivor used to frequent the bars and dives of the 'red-light' district, and so she'd figured that that was the place to start asking questions. She realized that if she went there in her Batgirl persona, the low-life and scum who might be able to supply a clue as to his whereabouts, would clam up tighter than a Scotsman's sporran. So, she'd decided to infiltrate their sleazy world, disguised as a common hooker!

She sat down on the stool in front of the dressing table mirror, and applied a liberal quantity of mascara, eye shadow and blusher, to her face, before applying a thick layer of bright crimson lipstick to her full lips. "Now your own mother wouldn't recognize you!" she announced, with a chuckle, as she blotted off the excess lipstick on a tissue, and then popped a contraceptive pill into her mouth. "Better to be safe than sorry!" she murmured, well aware of the risks she would be taking.

She stood up and walked into the lounge, wobbling slightly, on the unfamiliarly high stilettos. "Let's hope I don't have to chase anyone, or make a hasty getaway, in these shoes and skirt!" she muttered, as she picked up her purse and prepared to leave. She felt almost naked, without the usual array of crime-fighting paraphernalia that she always carried in her utility belt, but she dared not take any of them with her, in her purse, in case someone checked out the contents. Apart from a small spray can of Mace, and a packet of condoms (well a girl has to be prepared for anything!), it contained the usual collection of female bits and bobs, plus a small wad of cash. She would have to rely on her unarmed combat training, in the event of trouble!

Sunday, 3:45 pm

Barbara took a cab down to the red-light district, noting that the cabby kept eyeing her, suspiciously, in the rear view mirror. "Keep your fucking eyes on the road, mister!" she snarled, trying to immerse herself in the unfamiliar role. The driver turned red-faced, and dragged his eyes away from her reflection.

The cab pulled up, in the dark, dingy surroundings of Belfry Street, and Barbara climbed out, deliberately giving the driver an ample glimpse of pale white thigh, as she did so. She was starting to enjoy her role. "Keep those bug eyes in your head, buster," she muttered, handing over the fare. "You aren't paid to see what's up there!"

The driver gulped and blushed, slightly. "Yeah, sorry Miss! You, huh, you better watch out for yourself. That 'Mad Rapist' character has escaped from the loony bin, according to the latest news on the radio!"

"Yeah, I know," she replied, giving him a friendly grin, "but I know how to look after myself!"

With that, the driver gave her a curt nod, gunned the engine, and drove off, quickly. This wasn't a part of town to hang around in, unless it was absolutely necessary.

Barbara looked around. The street was pretty deserted. She wasn't used to looking at the district from street level. She would normally be on the rooftops, as she carried out her vigilante night patrols.

Suddenly, a large sedan, cruised over to the curbside, and a guy stuck his head out of the window. "How much, beautiful?" he enquired, ogling her obvious charms.

"Around the world, or just some head?" she replied, without hesitation.

The man eyed her up and down, liking what he saw. "The full works!" he said, with a lecherous grin.

"Two-hundred bucks!"

The man's eyes opened wide with amazement. "Two hundred bucks!" he croaked. "No whore is worth that much! Who do you think you are, Batgirl?" He pushed his foot down on the gas, and drove off, with a screech of tires. "Stuck up little bitch," he snarled to himself, in frustration, as he glanced in the rear-view mirror.

Barbara smiled. That had worked out just fine, without her having to compromise her disguise in any way. She started to stroll down the street, swaying her hips, like a real tart. She was starting to really get into her character now! Up ahead, she could see two other girls approaching, obviously prostitutes, from their overtly sexual attire.

The short, blonde hooker, was wearing a peasant blouse, together with a short, black, leather skirt and thigh length, shiny plastic, high-heeled boots. Her taller, dark-haired friend was wearing a brief halter-top, tight, high-cut shorts, and high-heeled sandals.

As they approached, Barbara gave them a friendly smile. "Hey girls!" she greeted.

"Who the hell are you?" demanded the brunette, stopping in front of her, and placing her hands on her hips. "This is our street, sister!"

She prodded Barbara in the chest, with a long, red fingernail. "Nobody works this part of Gotham but us!"

Barbara was taken aback by the shear venom in her tone. "I, ah, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, taking a step backward. "I'm new at this game!"

The tall brunette stepped forward and jabbed her in the chest again.

"Not 'round here you ain't! Just get the fuck outta here, sister," she growled, "before I have to kick your pretty little ass!"

"There's no need to take that belligerent attitude with me!" Barbara retorted, becoming annoyed. "I've already apologized!"

"Shut your mouth, bitch, and move your ass, before I have to move it for you!" the hooker snarled, jerking a thumb in the direction Barbara had just come from.

"I'm sorry, but I don't wish to go in that direction," Barbara replied, going red around the ears. "So, if you'll please stand aside?" She went to brush the girl aside, with her right arm.

"You asked for it bitch!" snarled the brunette, grabbing Barbara's red-brown hair and dragging her to the ground.

Barbara yelped with pain, and tried to fight back, grabbing the hooker's halter top, with one flailing hand. There was a sudden tearing sound, and next second, the hooker's big tits were swinging free, one of them catching Barbara full in the face. "Ouch!"

"You little slut!" cried the angry brunette. "Well you asked for it!"

She grabbed at the frilly ruff of Barbara's flimsy top, and there was a popping noise, as buttons flew in all directions. The two girls rolled around on the sidewalk, scratching and snarling, like two alley cats.

"Give it to her, Angie!" yelled the blonde, jumping up and down with excitement. "Stuff the stuck up little bitch!"

Barbara managed to grab the other girl's wrists, and gradually managed to force them behind her back, acutely aware that her naked breasts were brushing up against those of her spitting, snarling opponent.

"Give up!" she panted. "Let's talk this over, like two adults, huh?"

The brunette's answer was a swift knee into Barbara's crotch. Barbara cried out with pain, and loosened her hold, as she doubled up. Taking advantage of the situation, the brunette tore her wrists free, and rolled over on top of the redhead, pinning both her hands behind her back, with one hand, while the other forced it's way into Barbara's panties, and grabbed a handful of thick pubic hair.

"Now who's on top, bitch?" gasped the sweat-streaked brunette, giving Barbara's beaver a savage yank.

"Yeow! Y-You are!" cried the redhead, blinking back the tears of pain. She was unused to fighting dirty.

"Rip her short and curlies off, Angie!" yelled the excited blonde girl.

"Show her who's the boss!"

"Now, who's gonna move her little ass outta here?" demanded Angie, giving Barbara's bush another painful twist.

"Aaaahhh!" Barbara gasped, her hips jerking, involuntary. "I am! I am! Please, I promise not to work your territory! Just let me continue on my way, pleassee!"

Angie grinned down at her opponent, and then released Barbara's hands from behind her back. "Okay Red," she murmured, withdrawing her hand from Barbara's panties, "but remember!" She reached down and grabbed the nipple of Barbara's left breast, giving it a vicious tweak. "Nobody works this street but me and Viv over there, got it?"

Barbara nodded, vigorously.

Angie climbed off Barbara, and allowed her to climb back to her feet.

"I'm s-sorry about your top!" Barbara mumbled, brushing the dirt from her stockings and mini-skirt, noting that both stockings were ruined, and she had broken the heel of one shoe.

"Don't worry about it Red, your own shirt don't look to healthy! Nice pair of tits though!"

Barbara blushed, and pulled her blouse about her chest, stuffing the bottom into the waistband of her skirt, before peering around for the missing buttons. "I-I think I should go home and get changed," she said, at last, realizing that she must look a terrible mess.

"Good idea, kid! You do just that!"

Sunday, 7:50 pm

Barbara stepped under the hot running water of her shower, and let the aches and pains slowly ease away. Her first attempt as an undercover operative, had proved a resounding cock-up, but she wasn't giving up that easily. A good crime-fighter always learned from her mistakes!

She picked up a bar of perfumed soap, and began to rub it into her breasts and belly, swiftly raising a thick, creamy lather. "Mmm, that feels good!" she murmured, closing her eyes and seeing the image of Angie's naked breasts, swaying, tantalizingly, just in front of her eyes, while her fingers slipped into Barbara's panties, and grabbed her pubes.

Barbara began to rub the soap lower, between her thighs, building a thick, soapy froth in her curly pubic growth. Angie's nipples had been hard and erect, she suddenly realized, as if the dark-haired hooker had been getting a real buzz from torturing her helpless, semi-naked opponent? Barbara gripped her soapy curls, and gave them a savage twist, imitating the action of her recent opponent.

"Aaaagh!" she gasped, as the pain shot through her lower belly, and her hips jerked. Her own nipples had hardened, and were now sticking out like organ stops. She slipped a soapy finger into her pussy, and began to ride it, while she tweaked her soapy nipples with the fingers and thumb of her left hand. "Aaaaah!" she sighed.

She felt an orgasm approaching, and slipped two more fingers inside herself, rubbing her thumb against her soapy clitoris at the same time, and swiftly sending herself over the edge.

"Oooh yes, yesss!" she gasped, as she climaxed. She writhed and twisted her hips, arching her back and raising her face up to the deluge of warm, clear water.

When the spasms had finally subsided from her sex, she washed away the remains of the suds, and stepped out of the shower, drying herself on a big, fluffy bath towel, before stepping into the bedroom, vigorously rubbing her hair dry.

She tossed the damp towel onto the bed and walked over to the dresser.

She felt under the front edge, and pressed the hidden button there. The dressing table, and a section of the wall behind it, swung inward, revealing a narrow secret passage. Hanging from a hook, on the back of the mirror, was her Batgirl costume and utility belt.

She quickly wriggled her way into the tight-fighting, purple body stocking, pulled on a pair of ankle boots, and buckled on her utility belt. Finally, she pulled on her mask and cowl, including the built-in longer red wig that helped to disguise her true identity.

She stared at her image in the mirror, with the big yellow and black bat symbol across her chest. "Time to get down to police H.Q. and find out whether there's been any progress in locating Ivor Bigun?" she told herself, as she turned and headed into the secret passage, on her way down to the Batcycle, parked in the secret underground garage.

Sunday, 8:55 pm

Commissioner James Gordon was glumly starring out of his office window, at the illuminated city night vista, when there was an urgent knock at his office door. "Come in!" he called, in a tired voice. He had been up for almost twenty-four hours, ever since the news of Ivor Bigun's escape had broken. He turned around to see the familiar, shapely figure of the Batgirl, stride into the room.

"Thank goodness you're here, Batgirl!" he exclaimed, rushing over to grasp her hand. "I've been trying to contact Batman and Robin, without success. I can only assume that the Dynamic Duo are out of town? You may be our only hope with this one!"

"I take it there has been no progress in locating Ivor Bigun?" she replied, with a small frown of disappointment on her lovely face.

"Nothing! It's as if he's vanished off the face of the Earth, Girl Wonder!"

"Hmm, I'm not totally surprised," she murmured, "but I was hoping you might be able to supply a clue, that I could follow up! Every minute he is at large, is a minute too long!"

Jim Gordon dragged his eyes away from the sight of Batgirl's shapely breasts, gently rising and falling, beneath her revealing, skin-tight Batgirl costume. "Er, what?" he asked, blinking.

She sighed. Her father really was getting too old for this job! "I said I was hoping you could provide me with a clue as to Bigun's whereabouts, Commissioner?" she said, gently.

"Er, no!" he replied, lamely. He was sure he could see the dark shadow of her pubic bush, through the sheer clinging material of her body stocking, and the little tease would insist on standing there, with her legs wide apart, and her hands on her hips. He felt his manhood stirring inside his slacks. "I do have every officer I can spare, out looking for him, though!" he added, seeing the look of disappointment on her face. "In some ways, she almost reminds me of my daughter, Barbara?" he mused.

"I'm sure you're all doing your best, Commissioner!" she said, walking over and patting him on the shoulder. "The poor old dear looks thoroughly dejected!" she thought. "I've already started to make discrete enquires in certain quarters," she added. "I'm sure they will eventually throw up a clue, that..."

Brrring, brrring! Brrring, brrring!

She was interrupted by the sound of the telephone ringing, urgently.

"Excuse me Batgirl, I'd better get that!" Jim Gordon, declared, pulling himself up to his full height, and briskly walking over to his mahogany desk. He picked up the receiver, vaguely aware of Batgirl, perching her shapely rear on the corner of his desk. "Commissioner Gordon here!" he said, into the mouthpiece.

He listened for some minutes, his face becoming even more serious than usual. "Yes... Yes... How long ago?... Yes... I'll be right over!"

He turned to Batgirl, who had crossed her legs, and was swinging one shapely appendage back and forth. "They've found the body of a girl in Central Park!" he said, huskily. "She's been raped and brutally strangled!"

"Bigun?" queried Batgirl, uncrossing her shapely limbs, and jumping, lightly to the carpet, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of pubic hair through the sheer material of her body stocking.

"Possibly! There are certain similarities with other sex murders that we suspect he may have committed!"

"Can you give me a lift to the scene of the crime, Commissioner? I'd like to check it out for myself!"

Jim Gordon shook his head, to clear the fog of fatigue that had built up. "Of course, Girl Wonder! I'll have my car brought around to the front of the building at once!"

Sunday, 9:15 pm

As Batgirl climbed into the unmarked sedan alongside him, Jim Gordon couldn't avoid a surreptitious glance at her long, lithe legs, and firm, jutting breasts. "She certainly is a lovely young thing!" he decided. "Probably time she got herself a steady boyfriend, and decided to settle down! With her looks and figure, she could have her pick of any man!" He briefly wondered what she looked like in the nude, and felt his manhood stirring, once again!


Batgirl Risks All Ch. 01



"Hadn't we better get a move on, Commissioner?" Batgirl asked, noting the strange, glazed expression in her father's eyes, as he stared at her.

"What? Oh yes! Forgive me Batgirl, I've been up for the better part of twenty-four hours!" He slipped the sedan into automatic, and pulled away from the curb.

"Do they have any idea how long the girl's been dead?"

"What? Oh yes, about two to three hours, but they'll know more precisely, after the autopsy!"

"Of course! You say the girl has been strangled?"

"Hmm, yes, but she'd been brutally raped first! Death was probably a blessed relief, for the poor creature?"

Sunday, 9:25 pm

The sedan swung into the park, and was stopped by a uniformed officer, in front of a hastily erected, wooden barrier. "Oh, it's you Commissioner," he exclaimed, recognizing his boss, "and Batgirl?" he added, belatedly.

"Where's the body?" Jim Gordon asked, in no mood for pleasantries.

"Over there, by the bushes, sir, where all the arc lights are, and people are milling about!" the officer replied, waving in the general direction.

Commissioner Gordon stared at him, suspiciously. "You wouldn't be extracting the Mickey, now, would you?" he enquired, coldly!

"Certainly not sir!" the policeman replied, trying to keep his face straight.

They parked the car, and made there way over to the scene of the crime.

"Let us through!" Jim Gordon demanded, brusquely, elbowing his way through a crowd of curious bystanders, held back by uniformed officers. "It is amazing how the ghouls seem to collect, even at this time of the night?" he muttered to the Dark Angel.

The girl was lying face up, sprawled out beside a clump of laurel bushes that partially hid her from the nearby footpath, legs splayed out, lewdly. She was naked, apart from a lacy garter belt and one torn stocking. The other stocking was tied tightly around her throat.

She was a peroxide blonde, Batgirl noted (she'd only bothered to dye the hair on her head), of about twenty years of age! She must have been pretty once, but now her eyes bulged, and a scream was frozen on her blue-tinted face. Semen still oozed from her darkly bruised vagina, running down her dirt-streaked thighs, into the short grass beneath her.

"Have the medical examiner looked at her yet?" inquired the Commissioner, of a fresh-faced, young detective, who looked as if he wanted to be sick.

"Yes Sir, but we're still waiting for the forensic boys to show!"

"And I suppose there's little doubt that sexual intercourse has taken place?"

The detective gave him a strange look. "No Sir! The M.E. discovered traces of semen in her vagina, anus and even her mouth! There were also liberal amounts splattered over most other parts of her body! He has taken some away for possible D.N.A. matching!" 

Batgirl squatted down besides the female corpse, fighting back her natural revulsion. "From the look of these bruises on the insides of her thighs and lower belly, and the bite marks on her breasts, I should say she was very badly treated!" she exclaimed. 

"T-There's s-something else!" exclaimed the detective, a look of utter revulsion on his handsome young face.

Batgirl, looked up, expectantly. "Yes detective?"

"It... it's her clitoris!" he stammered, blushing under her fixed gaze.

"What about it?" Batgirl asked, calmly.

"It... it's been amputated!"

Batgirl eased back the darkly bruised, fleshy folds, and stared at the bloody mutilation. Suddenly, she wanted to be sick! She looked away, and took a deep breath, before looking up at the Police Commissioner.

"The same as the other fourteen, unsolved sex killings, Commissioner!" she said, grimly.

"I'm afraid so, Batgirl," agreed her father, somberly.

"Have we discovered who she is yet, Detective...?"

"O'Malley, Miss! Not yet Batgirl! Whoever did it, took away the rest of her clothes, so it's going to be a long, difficult task!"

"Any clues from the stockings, or garter belt?"

"Afraid not! They're both well-known brands that you could get from just about any lingerie shop in the country! Expensive though! Our victim certainly wasn't a down and out!"

Batgirl looked up at him, with a superior expression on her face. "You didn't need the expensive underwear to come to that obvious conclusion, detective!" she said. "Just look at her hands. There's no dirt under her fingernails. They have been regularly manicured. Looks like she's had a regular pedicure too! No, this was a rich woman!"

The young detective looked suitably embarrassed, at missing the obvious. "So you think this girl may well have come from a well-to-do family?" he suggested.

"Exactly! Note that she has a deep suntan, apart from the area that would have been covered by her bikini bottom!" Batgirl added. "This woman has recently been somewhere hot and sunny! Somewhere where she could sunbathe topless! Further evidence that she came from a wealthy background!"

"Hmm! Well, at least that should help speed up her identification!" conceded the Commissioner.

"You did notice her perfume, Chanel Number Five?" Batgirl, asked the detective, with one eyebrow raised, rising to stand directly in front of him, with her hands on her hips, legs slightly apart.

"Huh!" The young detective dragged his eyes away from Batgirl's shapely, jiggling boobs. Her prominent nipples were clearly outlined, beneath the clinging, stretch material, and he could just make out her dark areolas. "Why, ah, sure I did, but I just couldn't quite place it!" he lied, blushing again beneath her penetrating gaze.

Batgirl squatted down alongside the corpse, again, pulling out a small magnifying glass from her utility belt. "See those faint lacerations and the bruising on her wrists and ankles," she murmured, beckoning the officer down beside her, and handing over the magnifier.

"I, er, I hadn't noticed them before!" admitted the shame-faced young man.

"Well, I think our victim was tied up and held prisoner somewhere, prior to her death! There's no signs of a struggle, in the surrounding undergrowth, or grass, so I suspect that she was murdered someplace else, and her body was then dumped here!"

"Hmm, sounds like a pretty good theory, to me, Batgirl!" the detective agreed, his admiration for the Girl Wonder increasing by the minute, as he handed back the Bat-magnifier.

Batgirl, scoured the surrounding area, but the killer had been scrupulously thorough, and there were no other clues to be found.

"Perhaps we should be getting back!" the Commissioner suggested, eyeing Batgirl's shapely backside, as she crawled around in the long grass, searching for clues. "You can sleep at my place, if you like, Batgirl? It will save you the long journey home, wherever that is?"

Batgirl climbed to her feet, brushing the grass from her knees. "That's very kind of you, dadd..., er, Commissioner, but I think I should be getting back to base! If you could just drop me off at headquarters, I can pick up my Batcycle!"

Jim Gordon nodded, glumly. "You're absolutely right, of course!" he agreed, leading her back to the sedan.

The young detective watched, as Batgirl's pert bottom disappeared into the sedan. "With Batgirl on the case, it should soon be solved!" he told himself, brightening up considerably.



Batgirl Risks All Ch. 02



Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!

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

The Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Risks All

Chapter 2: Striptease Surprise

Monday, 8:00 am

The following morning, Barbara arose and went to work, as usual, at the Gotham City Central Library. It was frustrating, having to delay her investigations, but she could, at least, spend some of her spare time, delving into the newspaper archives, learning more about the notorious Ivor Bigun.

She learnt that Ivor had led an unhappy childhood! Unloved by his stepmother, a notorious drunkard and woman of ill repute, he'd developed a fixation, slowly coming to hate all women, regarding them all as whores or sluts! By the age of fourteen, Ivor had been in and out of most of the mental institutes along the Eastern seaboard.

"Cup of coffee, Barbara?"

Barbara glanced up, to see her vivacious young research assistant, Jennifer Goodbody, peering around the door of the Staff Reading Room.

She smiled, adjusting her horn-rimmed spectacles. She didn't need to wear glasses, but it was all part of her attempt to appear plain and uninteresting to those around her. "That would be great, Jenny, milk with no..."

"I know! Milk with no sugar," the five-feet eight-inch, twenty year old exclaimed, with a dazzling smile. "One white coffee coming up!" Her curly blonde head vanished out of sight. Jenny had only been working at the library for a few weeks, but already, Barbara was warming to her infectious enthusiasm, and she was certainly a big hit with all the male members of the staff. She certainly was an attractive girl!

She returned to her delving, scratching an itch at the top of her thigh. Her thick, woolen business suit was far too warm and uncomfortable, but it was an integral part of her Barbara Gordon, Assistant Head Librarian persona. She wished she could have been wearing her cool, comfortable, Batgirl costume, or even her hooker's outfit of the night before! She blushed, at this later thought!

Bigun, it seemed, had taken to wearing his black, figure-hugging outfits, in his early twenties, using Batman and the Riddler as his role models. He always wore silver, Spandex briefs, with a huge codpiece attached, and it was rumored that underneath it, he had the equipment to match!

He had gradually gravitated into a life of crime, and was suspected of engineering a whole series of high profile kidnappings, all his victims being female members of wealthy families, or the wives of wealthy business entrepreneurs. Although most of the husbands or families of the kidnapped women had met his ransom demands, none of his victims had ever re-surfaced alive, again!

He had continued to get away with his heinous crimes, until he had kidnapped Fifi La Trix, the young wife of multi-millionaire, Henry Marshall. Marshall, was quite willing to meet the kidnapper's monetary demands, but suspected that he would never see his young bride alive again, so had called on the help of the Caped Crusader and his loyal sidekick, Robin, the Boy Wonder!

The kidnapper had arranged a drop off point for the ransom, and after the millionaire had left the bag of money in the designated trashcan, and departed, the two superheroes had hung around, until Bigun had shown up, disguised as a homeless old down-and-out. They'd followed him, keeping to the rooftops, and he'd, unwittingly led them back to his lair, where they had confronted him, and captured the evil criminal, after a brief struggle. Unfortunately, it had been too late for Fifi, who's naked, lifeless body had been found hanging from manacles attached to a wall.

At the subsequent trial, some six months ago, Bigun had been unanimously found guilty, and sentenced to life imprisonment in Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane, from where he'd just escaped.

"Hmm? It looks like it hasn't taken Bigun long to resort to his usual evil ways!" Barbara thought, with a loud sigh, closing the back issue, and reclining back in her chair, with her hands clasped behind her neck.

Jennifer re-appeared with two steaming mugs of coffee, and sat down next to her new boss, crossing her long, shapely legs and revealing a vast extent of nylon clad thigh. "Anything I can help with, Barbara?" she offered, eagerly, batting her eyelashes, prettily.

Barbara gave her co-worker a world-weary smile. "No thanks, Jenny! It was just a little private research I had to finish!" She picked up her steaming mug, and took a sip of the coffee. "Mmm, this tastes good!" she murmured, momentarily closing her eyes.

"How about the two of us, hitting the town some night, later in the week?" Jennifer suggested. "We could get to know one another better?"

Barbara blinked her eyes open and gave a slight grimace. "Sorry, Jennifer, but I'm already tied up for the next few evenings! Why don't you go out with one of the numerous eligible young guys who work here? Most of them have been falling over themselves, trying to into your... to get a date with you, I mean!"

"I'm not interested in any of THEM!" Jenny gushed, her big, blue eyes sparkling. "I find YOU much more interesting, Barbara!"

"How sweet!" Barbara thought. She reached over and patted the younger girl's hand. "Maybe when my social calendar gets a little less complicated, we could go out someplace, together! I'd like that!" she said, sincerely.

"Me too!" replied Jennifer, with a happy smile on her lovely face, squeezing Barbara's hand.

Monday, 5:56 pm

As soon, as she entered her apartment, Barbara rushed into the bedroom, pulling off her conservative business suit, before entering the adjoining bathroom and running a hot shower. She wriggled out of her panties and stepped under the warm jets of water, with a sigh of relief. She'd been looking forward to this all day. She raised her face to the water, letting the hard sting of the spray jets, slowly bring her fully alive, reveling in the feel of the stinging spray against her face, shoulders and breasts. She ran her palms over her shapely contours, enjoying the way her nipples instantly perked up, before drifting down over her flat stomach, and into the wet tangle of her triangular bush. She opened her thighs, and eased her nether lips apart with splayed fingertips, playing with her burgeoning love bud! She gasped with delight, squeezing and pulling at her swollen clitoris, feeling the old, familiar sensations starting to bubble up from the base of her belly.

She shook her head, with a groan, and opened her eyes, reluctantly pulling her hand away from her sex. "There's no time for this," she scolded herself, picking up the bar of perfumed soap, and starting to vigorously rub it all over her wet skin, cleansing off the sweat and grim that had inevitably accumulated during her day working in the archives room.

Barbara stepped from the shower stall, and briskly dried herself off, before padding back into the bedroom. She selected a see-through blouse and white mini-skirt from her walk-in closet, and matched them with a pair of dark pantyhose and a pair of black, thigh length boots, with four-inch spiky heels. She hesitated over whether to wear a bra or panties, and then decided against! Her hooker disguise would appear all the more authentic without them!

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on the dark pantyhose. They were the crotch-less variety, which left nothing to the imagination.

She stood up and pulled on the billowy blouse and short skirt, examining herself, critically in the mirror, as she buttoned up the low-cut top.

"I certainly look the part," she thought, sitting down on the edge of the mattress to pull on the long, soft leather boots and zip them up.

Next, she walked over to the dresser and plopped her shapely derriere on the stool, and quickly applied a generous amount of garish make-up, and combed the tangles from her red hair. She stood up and spun around, peering into the mirror over her shoulder. "The classic street hooker!" she decided, with a satisfied grin.

She walked over to the bedside telephone, and phoned for a cab. "This time I will have to be more careful!" she promised herself. Her research into the library archives had not been all in vain. Barbara had discovered the name of one of Bigun's old haunts, a club he used to frequent, before his incarceration.

Monday, 8:00 pm

She had the taxicab driver drop her off, outside a sleazy strip joint, called the Blue Barracuda, right in the heart of the red-light district, noting the gleam of appreciation in the cabby's eyes, as she leant forward to pay the fare, and he got a good view down the front of her top. "Keep those eyes to yourself, mister!" she snapped, once more immersing herself in her hard-faced prostitute role, with gusto.

She spun around on her high-heels, noting the hungry looks of a couple of scruffy individuals hanging around outside the entrance to the club. Display boards, either side of the entrance, advertised the charms of the performers for the evening, but she barely paused to give them a second glance. She pushed open the glass-fronted door and entered the dimly-lit interior.

A big, muscular guy, in a penguin suit, moved to block her path. "Hey, babe, are you a member here?" he growled, eyeing her up and down, suspiciously. He could recognize a hooker when he saw one, but this looker seemed altogether classier than the usual run-of-the-mill streetwalkers?

Barbara fluttered her false eyelashes, and gave him her warmest smile. "No, but I'm sure you wouldn't let a little thing like that stop a girl from having a good time?" she murmured, slowly running a hand down over his broad chest, and coming to rest against the tight crotch of his pants.

"You ain't using this place to pick up your johns?" he growled, unblinking.

"Heaven forbid," she declared, with a wide-eyed look of innocence, before giving his cock a friendly little squeeze through the material of his pants. "Can't a girl come in for a quiet drink, now and again? I can be very grateful!" She brushed her crimson lips against the side of his cheek. "VERY grateful!" she murmured, in a husky tone.

He looked around, nervously, but the foyer was otherwise deserted. "Okay then," he said, gruffly, running a finger round the collar of his shirt, "but when can you show me just how grateful you are?"

"What time do you get off?"

"Two in the morning!"

"Till two, then!" she murmured, hoarsely, turning and wiggling her way towards the double doors, that led into the main club, from where the faint strains of canned music, was issuing.

She pushed open the doors, and stepped through, into the dark, smoky interior. A young female was swaying to the thumping beat of the music, on a small, brightly illuminated stage, to the far right of the large room, slowly stripping off her clothes, as she did so! There was a long bar to her left, complete with a line of empty bar stools. A couple of dozen tables were randomly distributed between these two extremes.

Perhaps a third of these tables were occupied, mainly by middle-aged men in suits, but there were one or two other girls dressed similarly to herself, wandering around. "Probably club hostesses?" Barbara mused.

Barbara swayed her way over to the bar, and perched her shapely ass on one of the high stools, deliberately crossing her long legs, and allowing her short skirt to ride up her raised thigh. "Vodka on the rocks!" she murmured to the longhaired, blond bartender.

He nodded, and poured her a generous measure, over a half-filled glass of crushed ice. She opened her purse, ready to pay him, but he held up his hand. "First drink's always on the house...?"

"Barbara," she finished, huskily, "Barbara St. Claire! Thanks!" She took a large gulp of her drink, and felt it burn its way down into her stomach. "You will have to go easy on this stuff, you aren't used to alcohol!" she reminded herself, firmly.

"I'm looking for a man," she whispered, conspiratorially.

"Aren't we all, darling," the barkeeper replied in a yearning tone of voice, tossing back his long, wavy hair, "aren't we all!"

Barbara blushed, as she realized that the guy was gay. "I'm sorry, I mean, I'm looking for a particular man," she hastily explained. "Ivor Bigun?"

The bartender scowled. "Believe me lady, you don't, I repeat, DON'T want to meet Ivor Bigun. He is not a nice man to know!"

"I have a business proposition I wish to put to him!" Barbara hissed. "It will be well worth his while!"

"You ain't some undercover cop, are you?" he asked, suddenly becoming suspicious.

"Do I look like an undercover cop?" Barbara asked, with a broad smile, uncrossing her legs and parting her thighs, so he got a good view of her naked crotch!"

The bartender blinked twice. "Okay, okay, I believe you! You can put it away again," he growled.

He looked around, cautiously, before leaning over toward her. "I can't help you, personally, but if you ask that lady sitting over there, by the edge of the stage, she might be able to help you? Her name is Lucy Lastik, and she's the owner of this joint!" 

"Thanks, handsome, I owe you one," Barbara murmured, reaching out and brushing his cheek, with the palm of her right hand. She spun around and slid off the stool, causing a stir of interest amongst the nearby customers, as her skirt briefly rode up, revealing her naked crotch to all who cared to look. She sauntered over to the middle-aged woman, sitting alone, in the far corner of the room, alongside the stage.

As she arrived at the table, the woman glanced up, from the set of figures she had been examining. "Can I help you, honey?"

"Ivor Bigun?"

"So do most of us, darling! It's a hazard of the profession!"

Barbara blushed, and unconsciously tugged at the short hem of her skirt. "No, I mean I'm looking for Ivor Bigun!"

The woman immediately went on the defensive. "Who told you to come and see me?" she asked, suspiciously.

"The blond guy behind the bar!"

"Dave? Well, if Dave thinks you're bona fide, then that's all right with me!" she replied, some of her initial suspicion fading. "But, why do you want to get in touch with Bigun? Believe me, honey, no sane woman would want to get within a million miles of that sadistic pervert!"

"I have a business proposition to put to him, Miss Lucy!" Barbara explained, pulling up a chair and sitting down at the table, beside her.

The woman's eyes glittered, as she noted Barbara's shapely tits, clearly visible through the near transparent top. "You're just the sort of skirt that Bigun goes for!" she warned, her face suddenly deadly serious. "If I were you, sister, I'd get myself some more conservative clothes, before I even considered getting within arms length of the guy!"

"This is purely business, no kinky stuff!" Barbara insisted, crossing her shapely legs, and accidentally revealing to Lucy that she wasn't wearing any panties under her brief skirt.

The woman's eyebrows rose. "If I can swing a meeting with him, what's in it for me?" she asked, a greedy glitter in her narrowed eyes.

"Name your price!"

"How about you and me going upstairs for awhile?"

Barbara's eyes momentarily opened wide, before she recovered her composure. "You mean... you and me...?" she said, leaving the question unfinished.

"Yeah!"

Barbara thought about it for a moment. This was her one big chance to get to Bigun! She was willing to risk everything, to put that pervert away for good! "Yeah, sure, why not!" she murmured, with a broad smile, leaning forward and shaking hands, to seal the deal.

The two women climbed the back staircase to Lucy's private quarters, and the older woman unlocked the door to her bedroom, and ushered Barbara in, locking the door behind them, once inside.

"We don't want to be disturbed now, do we?" Lucy murmured, turning back to the nervous crime-fighter.

"Ah, no, that would never do!" Barbara agreed. "Er, what do you want me to do first?"

"Just slip out of your things dear, and make yourself comfortable on the bed! By the way, I didn't catch your name?"

"It's Barbara, Barbara St. Claire," Barbara replied, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it from her shoulders.

"Nice tits!" complimented Lucy, as Barbara's hands moved behind her back, to unzip her skirt. "You had a boob job, honey?"

"Certainly not! They're perfectly natural" Barbara protested. The younger woman hesitated, as she was about to slid her skirt down off her hips. "You're sure you can get word to Bigun?" she asked, with a slight frown.

"No problem," replied Lucy, slipping out of her shirt, and unclipping her Wonder Bra, letting her huge tits flop free, "but I can't guarantee he'll see you! Half the law enforcement in the country is looking for him!" She shrugged off the bra straps and tossed it aside, as she watched Barbara step out of her skirt. The girl's thick, dark bush was clearly visible, thanks to her crotch-less pantyhose. Lucy felt herself growing wet, just at the sight of it.

"Do you want me to remove my boots and pantyhose?" Barbara asked, standing with her feet apart, trying not to appear too self-conscious.

"Don't bother, sugar," Lucy replied, as her skirt dropped about her ankles, and she wriggled out of her tight panties.

Barbara sucked in her breath, as she saw that Lucy's pubic region was completely shaved of all body hair.

Lucy pulled open the bottom drawer of her dresser, and took out a huge, double-headed, Latex dildo. "Ever used one of these things?" she asked, as she liberally greased both ends and prepared to insert the one end into her vagina.

Barbara gulped, nervously, and shook her head. "I-I don't think I could take anything that big!" she protested.

"Nonsense! If your pelvis is wide enough, you can take it! What sort of hooker are you, anyway?" Lucy opened her thighs and pulling apart her prominent labia, with the tips of her fingers, gradually eased the massive dildo into her gaping sex, until it was fully inserted inside her. "Ah yes!" she gasped, "that feels better! Lie down on the bed dear, on your side!" she ordered.

Barbara complied, silently, but she was already having second thoughts about going through with it. "What have I let myself in for?" she muttered, under her breath.

Lucy climbed onto the bed beside her, clutching the other half of the huge, Latex cock in her hand. When they were facing each other, Lucy reached out and slipped a questing finger into Barbara's sex. Barbara gave a small jerk, and groaned, inwardly. "It is too late to back out now!" she told herself, closing her eyes.

"Excellent," exclaimed the older woman, removing her glistening digit, "you're already nice and juicy! This should prove comparatively painless!"

Barbara didn't like the sound of that. She felt the head of the dildo pressing against her, already puffy, nether lips, and then, with a thrust of Lucy's hips, it entered her. Barbara gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the pain, as Lucy jerked her hips forward again, forcing the massive dildo deeper. She thrust again and again, as Barbara gasped aloud, with undisguised pain now, as her vagina was filled almost to bursting.

"Heavens!" she gasped, baring her teeth. "It's going to split me in two!"

"Nonsense, baby!" replied Lucy, with a small chuckle. "You know you're enjoying every second of it!"

She began to thrust in and out of Barbara's vulva, while the inexperienced girl arched her back and moaned. Gradually, the pain turned to an intense feeling of pleasure, and she began to thrust back, driving the other half of the dildo, in and out of Lucy's juicy cunt.




Batgirl Risks All Ch. 02



Now Lucy was moaning also, as her fingers toyed with Barbara's heaving breasts, pinching and pulling the hard, erect nipples.

"Oh, yesss, yesss, yesss!" Barbara cried, feeling her climax fast approaching, as her fingers sought out Lucy's large, floppy balloons, and squeezed them together, her thumbs flicking over the hard crests. Her hips jerked, faster and faster, and she clutched the older woman's hips, ramming their crotches together, as Lucy's mouth covered hers, in a lingering French kiss.

There mouths finally parted. "Mmmm, aaaugh, oooh, yesss!" Barbara cried, as she felt herself falling over the edge, into a mind-blowing orgasm, her clawed fingers fetching blood on Lucy's back, as she bucked and writhed, on the thrusting rubber monster.

Slowly, her spasming cunt returned to something approaching normal, if you can call being crammed full of rubber dick normal, and she pressed up against, Lucy, kissing and sucking her full lips. "Mmm, that was wonderful," Barbara murmured, with a dreamy, contented sigh.

Lucy pulled away slightly. This girl was a natural, but no-way was she a hooker! "You're no working girl, honey!" she said, in a harsh voice. "Who the hell are you?"

Barbara opened her big green eyes and blinked twice. "I-I told you, my name is Barbara St. Claire, and I have a business proposition to make to Mister Bigun! I admit I'm not a hooker, although I thought it was a good way to get to see him!"

"You'd better not be undercover vice!" snarled Lucy, gripping Barbara's tits in both hands, and squeezing them, viciously.

"Yeow! Please! I promise you, I'm not a policewoman!" Barbara gasped, twisting from side to side, in agony, as Lucy's fingernails dug into her tender flesh. "Pleassse, you're hurting me!"

Lucy grinned, and released her grip. "You must want to find Bigun real bad, girl, to go through all this!"

It could be worth a lot of money," Barbara panted, tears glistening in her eyes.

Lucy nodded. "Okay honey, you can get dressed now! If the man wants to get in touch with you, he will!"

Barbara, eased the cum-soaked dildo from her aching pussy, with a small sigh of regret, and rose up from the bed. She quickly got dressed, while Lucy watched, cleaning herself, as best she could, with a Kleenex tissue from her purse, then had to wait, while the older woman got dressed and unlocked the bedroom door.

"I think we ought to go downstairs, and celebrate our deal with a little drink," Lucy suggested. It was more a command than a request.

Barbara nodded, dumbly, feeling her cum running down the insides of her thighs, but too self-conscious to do anything about it.

The two women returned to the same stage-side table and sat down together. Barbara picked up her glass of now warm vodka, and downed the remainder of its contents, in a single gulp.

"Another of the same, honey?" enquired Lucy.

Barbara nodded, and Lucy snapped her fingers in the air. One of the hostesses hurried over. "The lady will have another... vodka on the rocks was it?" Barbara nodded. "And I'll have my usual large gin and tonic, with a twist of lemon!" Lucy demanded. "And make it snappy, Tanya!"

The girl nodded, wide-eyed, and rushed off to fill the order. The music started up, and the announcer's voice introduced the next act. Barbara was barely listening. "I'd like you to see this next girl," Lucy murmured, "She's a relative beginner, but she's got plenty of talent!"

Barbara stared at the blonde girl who appeared on stage, in a long, black, cocktail gown, long, black gloves and high-heeled shoes, and watched as the girl proceeded to bump and grind to the loud music, gradually stripping down to a bra and French panties. "She's certainly a real looker," she conceded.

A full glass was set before her, and she took a healthy pull, her mind still dwelling on the feel of the gigantic dildo moving deep inside her. The stripper's bra was removed, and tossed into the wings with a flourish. "She certainly has nice tits," Barbara noted, absently, as she sipped at her drink.

The girl swayed forward towards their table, turning her back to the audience and bending over, as she gradually thumbed down her g-string, swaying her cute ass, in time to the insistent throb of the music.

"Heavens, but it's hot in here!" Barbara gasped, flapping the front of her blouse, to let in some much needed air. She took another gulp of her vodka, as the girl slowly gyrated around to face them, just wearing a tiny, black leather thong. "She's obviously had to shave her sex," Barbara noted.

The blonde slowly sank to her knees, swaying her hips, unclipping the thong from first one hip, then the other, holding the tiny strip of material firmly in place with the splayed fingers of one hand, as she opened her thighs wider and wider, just a couple of feet away from their table.

The music approached a crescendo and, with a final flourish, the young blonde yanked the thong away, revealing all, then tossed it into Barbara's face. Their eyes met for the first time, and a look of instant recognition crossed the girl's startled face. She rose, abruptly, to her feet, turned and scurried back across the stage, picking up her discarded clothing, before turning and giving a hasty bow. There was a smattering of applause from the audience, as she disappeared behind the curtains.

Barbara was still trying to place the face, as Lucy turned to look at her. "I told you she was good!" she said, with a wide grin. "You'll have to return the thong though! The poor kid will be lost without it!"

"Wha' did you say her name was?" Barbara slurred, shaking her head. She was starting to feel quite drunk.

"I didn't! It's Jenny, Jenny Goodbody, but her stage name is Lolita!"

Barbara's blood seemed to turn to ice. She stumbled to her feet, knocking over the remains of her drink. "I-I have to be going!" she gasped. "I hope you are going to keep to your side of our bargain?"

"Have no fear! Lucy Lastik's word is her bond! We must get together again, sometime?"

Barbara nodded, swaying precariously on her high-heels. "S-Sure! I have to be going now!" She turned and stumbled for the exit, trying to fight back the tears of disgust and nausea.

Monday, 11:03 pm

Barbara stumbled out into the street, tears streaming down her face! She suddenly felt dirty all over. "What had brought Jennifer, her lovely young assistant, doing a striptease, in one of Gotham's sleaziest night-clubs?" She stumbled, along the sidewalk, clutching her purse, looking for a taxi to take her home!

Suddenly, a black hand grabbed her wrist, and tugged her into a narrow, darkened alley. "Okay lady, hand over your cash and plastic!" snarled a menacing, male voice.

"Wha...?" she turned on her heels, still confused, her vision impaired by her tears.

Her purse was yanked from her grasp, and she was pushed up against the wall, a sharp knife blade pressing against her throat. "Don't even think about screaming," her black assailant growled, in a voice that would have struck terror into most other women.

Barbara's mind was already working at maximum efficiency. This was the sort of situation she was used to. "Please don't hurt me!" she pleaded, as she felt him pushing her skirt up about her waist, while keeping the knife pressed to her throat!

"Shut up, white bitch!" he snarled, unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants. He pulled his erection free and rammed it into her pussy, right up to the hilt, before she could react!

"You bastard!" she spat, knocking his knife hand aside, with her left hand, and grabbing his balls, with her right. She gave a savage twist, and he screamed out in agony, pulling out of her and sinking to his knees, clutching his private parts and sobbing with pain.

Barbara calmly smoothed down her skirt, then retrieved her purse, before viciously twisting the muggers left arm behind his back, and hauling him to his feet, with a screech of pain. "Okay buster," she murmured, "let's go find a nice, friendly policeman?" She shoved him forward in front of her, their progress somewhat restricted by the pants about his ankles.

As they stepped back onto the main thoroughfare, she glanced around, and spotted a beat cop, half a block away. "Officer, over here!" she called, frog marching the mugger in his direction.

The officer stared in amazement at the six-foot mugger, and the comparatively slight redhead, who held him firmly in an armlock, noting the pants around the guy's ankles. "Say, what's going on here, Miss?" he asked, pulling out his pistol.

"Book this miscreant for attempted robbery and rape, officer!" Barbara said, calmly, passing the mugger over, into the beat cop's custody. My name is Batgirl, but I'm currently traveling incognito! I'll be around to your precinct tomorrow, to file formal charges!"

The officer ogled Batgirl's tits, through the see-through blouse. "Huh, yeah, er, sure Batgirl!" he replied. "I guess I, er, I didn't recognize you, in that unusual outfit!"

Batgirl strode away, chin held high, shoulders back, her stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk and her shapely ass swaying from side to side.

"Holy crap, and I thought I'd seen everything!" muttered the policeman, removing his hat and scratching his head. "C'mon scumbag!"



Batgirl Risks All Ch. 03



Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!

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


Chapter 3: Blue Movies

Tuesday, 12:30 pm

Barbara slept restlessly, that night, her thoughts constantly returning to the unbelievable sensations she'd experienced, while being screwed by Lucy Lastik, and her massive Latex dildo, only to be replaced by the sight of Jennifer's shaven pussy, as she stripped away her thong covering, immediately followed by the look of horror in the young girl's big, blue eyes, as their eyes met, and recognition dawned.

Barbara's right hand moved between her thighs, stiff fingers rubbing at the entrance to her pussy, trying, subconsciously, to get rid of the constant itch that plagued the troubled super-heroine. She awoke with a start, and sat up, abruptly in her bed, her naked body covered in cold, clammy sweat, her heart pounding and her shapely breasts heaving, fetchingly.

She took a long, shuddering breath and lay back, resting her head against the pillow, once more. She brushed a stray wisp of hair from her face. "What am I going to say to Jenny in the morning?" she groaned, tears filling her big, green eyes. She tried to pull herself together. "She had to come up with some plausible explanation for being in the club with Lucy, dressed up as a tart, and she had to find out what had possessed such a lovely, young creature to debase herself so, by stripping in front of an audience of dirty old men?"

Suddenly, her pretty face lit up, as she had a bright idea. "It might just convince her!" she mused, suddenly feeling a lot happier with life.

She climbed out of bed, and rummaged through the top drawer of her dressing table. She found what she was looking for, and slipped back under the sheets. Spreading her thighs apart, she thumbed the on/off switch of the battery powered vibrator, and eased the humming comforter into her moist sex, with a long sigh of contentment. Soon, she had drifted off into a deep, untroubled sleep.

Tuesday, 9:00 am

The following morning, things at the library, seemed to proceed much as usual, but Barbara was intensely aware that Jennifer was deliberately avoiding her. By mid-morning, Jennifer had scarcely spoken two words to Barbara, and those were over her internal telephone. Finally, Barbara managed to grab the young girl's arm, as she was scurrying by. "I must talk to you, Jennifer!" she hissed, urgently.

Jenny pulled her arm free. "I don't think you and I have anything to discuss, Ms. Gordon!" she retorted, blushing furiously.

"Please Jenny, you must let me explain..."

"No explanation is necessary! You lead your life, and I'll lead mine!" the pretty blonde, replied, angrily. "From now on, our relationship will remain purely a professional business one!" She turned to go.

"Please, Jenny, you must give me a chance to air my side of the story!" pleaded Barbara, miserably, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes.

The young blonde hesitated, and then turned back to face Barbara, seeing the look of abject misery on her face. Her heart softened, slightly.

"All right!" she agreed, stony-faced. "I'll see you in the main storeroom, at twelve o'clock!"

*****

Barbara could hardly wait for noon to arrive. She kept glancing at the wall clock, and checking her digital watch. She could barely concentrate on the research work she was doing into Ancient Egyptian History, as she squirmed around in her seat, receiving one or two strange looks from her male colleagues.

Finally, lunchtime arrived, and Barbara switched off her computer, and slipped away to the storeroom.

When she got there, Jennifer was already waiting for her. "Well," demanded the normally bubbly young blonde, in a cold, distant voice, "what did you want to say to me?"

"I-I have to explain about last night!" Barbara began.

"I've already told you. I don't wish to hear about your kinky private life!" the girl burst out. "You do your thing, and I'll do mine!"

"It… it's not what it seemed!" Barbara protested. "I was working undercover!"

Jennifer stared at her, suspiciously. "What do you mean, undercover?" she demanded, frowning.

"I was disguised as a hooker, because I was trying to find out some vital information for Batgirl! I wasn't moonlighting as a prostitute, if that's what you were thinking?"

"Batgirl?" the blonde exclaimed, her big eyes lighting up. "You know Batgirl?"

"Yes, I met her years ago, through her association with daddy, Police Commissioner Gordon!"

"Your father is Police Commissioner Gordon?" Jenny gasped, incredulously. "Wow! This is getting better and better! What sort of information were you searching for, Barbara?"

"I was trying to get a line on the whereabouts of Ivor Bigun!"

"Ivor Bigun, the kidnapper, rapist and murderer?" Jennifer breathed, hardly believing her ears.

"Yes! So you see, it was essential that I disguised myself, to allay any suspicions. I could hardly have gone there, asking questions, wearing my everyday clothes, now could I?"

Jenny grinned. "No, I can see that, but I have to admit, you looked very sexy in that prostitute get-up, Barbara! I didn't realize that you had such a gorgeous figure! You should try to show it off more often!"

Barbara blushed a deep shade of pink, and fiddled with her spectacles.

"I er, I haven't found out where he's hiding out yet, but I hope I've managed to set up some sort of meeting between Bigun and Batgirl, so that she can collar the evil miscreant, and put him back behind bars, where he belongs!"

"I'll second that!" agreed the young blonde, nodding. "I hear he's supposed to have raped and murdered over a dozen young women?"

Barbara nodded, grimly, and then she changed the subject. "What about you, young lady? I could hardly believe my eyes, when I realized it was you doing that sexy striptease number! What on Earth possessed you to do it, Jenny? You've got a bright future, right here in the library, you don't need to lower yourself to that sort of thing!"

Now it was Jenny's turned to blush. "I-I needed the money!" she replied, after a moment's hesitation.

She saw the hurt look in Barbara's eyes. "It's my younger brother!" she cried. He's a paraplegic and requires constant looking after! It's been pretty hard, since mom and dad died in the plane crash, and this way, I can keep him in a home, where they can look after him properly!"

Barbara looked at the girl, her heart filled with sympathy. "I'm sorry about your folks!" she murmured. "Are there no other relatives who could look after your brother?"

The girl shook her head, miserably, and then she cheered up a little. "Anyway, what did you think of my act?" she asked, raising a well-plucked eyebrow, enquiringly.

"Very good!" Barbara replied. "To be perfectly honest, I'm not really in a position to judge, but going on how you had all the guy's tongues hanging out, I should say you're a natural!"

Jenny beamed. "Yeah, I think I'm a natural too! How about this! Da, da, da, da-da, da, da! Da, da, da, da-da, da, da..." As she mimicked the famous striptease music, bumping and grinding her pelvis, she slowly, tantalizingly, unbuttoned her crisp, white blouse, and slipped it from her arms, before whirling it around her head, and tossing it aside. Contrary to official library dress code, she wasn't wearing a bra.

Barbara was speechless, as she stared at the girl's naked, bouncing breasts, hardly aware of the girl's hands moving behind her back, as she unzipped her sensible skirt, and stepped out of it, still thrusting her hips back and forth to the musical accompaniment.

Barbara felt a warm wetness growing between her thighs, as she lowered her gaze, and saw that Jenny had been wearing just a pair of tiny lace panties beneath her woolen skirt. The panties clung like a second skin, and were so sheer that she could clearly see the young girl's clean-shaven sex, through the crotch. "What are you doing Jennifer? Please stop!" she croaked out, in alarm, starting to perspire freely.

The girl paused, looking suitably embarrassed, as she covered her small but shapely breasts, with her hands. "Oh, I'm sorry Barbara," she exclaimed, with a wicked glint in her eye, "I got completely carried away! Please forgive me!"

"Please get dressed at once!" Barbara said, hoarsely. "If someone should come in and catch...?" She left the warning unfinished.

"Yes, we both have something to hide!" murmured Jenny, stepping closer.

"If word of our disreputable activities ever got out, we would both lose our jobs! I won't tell, if you won't?" She raised her arms and wrapped them around Barbara's neck, pulling the taller girl's mouth down onto hers.

"Jenny, please.... mmmph!" Barbara's protest was cut short, as Jenny's warm, moist mouth enveloped her own, and an agile tongue darted into her mouth. She raised her hands to ward off the clinging girl, and her palms accidentally cupped her naked breasts.


Jenny's hard nipples pressed into Barbara's palms, as she found herself becoming more and more aroused. "Mmmgh, please Jenny, noooo!" she gasped, managing to pull her mouth away, momentarily, before her mouth was pulled hard against the girls, once again. "Mmmmph!"

Barbara realized she was rapidly loosing control of events, but she didn't seem to care, anymore. She started to respond thrusting her tongue into Jenny's eager mouth, exploring, while her hands caressed the girl's breasts, and she squeezed the hard, erect nipples. Jenny was hard up against her now, belly-to-belly, as the blonde fumbled with the buttons of Barbara's blouse.

Panting, eagerly, Barbara allowed the girl to strip it from her arms, and unclip her front-fastening bra. Jenny fastened her hot mouth over the nipple of Barbara's left breast, and she shuddered, and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, as Jenny sucked and nibbled on the already rock-hard prominence. The young girl's fingers squeezed and stretched the other nipple, bringing forth another gasp of pleasure.

"I've wanted you, from the moment I first saw you!" Jennifer panted, taking Barbara's hand and forcing it into the top of her panties. "Please make love to me, Barbara!"

They kissed again, as Barbara's hand slid down over her smooth mons, and she slipped a finger between the girl's moist, already puffy, labia.

Jennifer gasped with pleasure, wiggling her hips, encouragingly. "More!" she pleaded, dragging her lips away, momentarily.

Barbara obliged, slipping in a further two fingers, massaging the front wall of her assistant's vulva, while her thumb pressed against the swollen nubbin of her clit.

"Aaaagh, oooh, yesss!" gasped Jenny, ending their kiss, as she arched her back and threw back her head. "Yes, yess, yesss!"

Barbara felt the girl's sex spasm, as she climaxed, and a flood of wetness soaked her busy right hand.

When it was over, Jenny stared at her, through dazed eyes, a happy smile on her face. "That was wonderful!" she sighed. "Now you must let me do something for you?"

She stepped forward and pushed Barbara back against the wall, sliding her hands up Barbara's thighs, and pushing her skirt up about her waist, before squatting down in front of her. Slowly, she pulled aside the gusset of Barbara's panties, revealing her dark-red forest of curls and glistening, moist sex. "Open your thighs!" Jenny commanded, in a low whisper.

Barbara did as instructed, and felt an electric thrill, as the girl's tongue darted out and forced it's way between her darkened nether lips. "Oh, Jennifer!" she gasped, her eyes closed.

Jenny ran her tongue along the full length of Barbara's vagina, pausing to lick around her swollen clitoris.

Barbara shuddered with delight, and pulled the girl's face hard up against her crotch. "Oooh, yesss," she gasped, delightedly, "give me a good tongue licking, my darling!"

Jenny was only too willing to oblige. She stabbed her stiff tongue in and out of Barbara's oozing vulva, as the older girl thrust her hips forward, to meet each penetration, crying out with pleasure, as she felt her climax rapidly approaching.

"Aaaaugh!" With a massive shudder, Barbara climaxed, and a flood of cum poured from her snatch, soaking the young blonde's mouth and chin. Jenny lapped at this love gift, delighted that she'd been able to repay the lovely redhead.

When it was over, Jenny rose to her feet and removed Barbara's glasses, and the two girls kissed again, with more tenderness, and less passion, this time. Barbara could taste the saltiness of her girl-cum on Jenny's lips, and was surprised by her lack of revulsion.

When they finally parted, Barbara adjusted her underwear and smoothed down her skirt. "We shouldn't have done that!" she said, looking terribly guilty, as she slipped her spectacles back on.

Jenny entwined her arms about Barbara's neck, and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Why not?" she declared. "It was the most natural thing in the world to do! No one will find out, it's our little secret!"

Neither of them had noticed the miniature security camera, fixed in the top corner of the storeroom, with the small, blinking red light on top! They both got dressed, and returned to work, as though nothing had happened!

Tuesday, 4:45 pm

Just before the five o'clock closing time, Jennifer approached Barbara's desk. They glanced at each other, with shy, knowing smiles, before the young blonde spoke. "I'm working late again tonight, Barbara!" she said. "Would you like me to ask a few questions around the club for you?"

Barbara felt a sharp thrill of fear. "No, no!" she gasped, the color draining from her face. "Under no circumstances should you bring any suspicion down upon yourself! Bigun is a very, very dangerous psychopath! I'll come by there myself, around ten o'clock, to find out if there is any news about the meet!"

Jenny nodded. "I can look forward to seeing you later, then!"

"Mmm!" Barbara pushed her specs back onto the bridge of her nose.

Jenny glanced around to see if anyone was looking, then impulsively leant across the desk and brushed her full lips against Barbara's, before turning and scampering from the room.

Barbara glanced around, guiltily, but there was no one in sight. She felt a warm glow envelop her, and she closed her eyes and cast her mind back to that wonderful interlude in the storeroom.

"Why are you looking so smug, Ms. Gordon?" inquired a sneering, male voice. "You look like a cat that has just drunk the cream?"

Barbara gave a start, and opened her eyes. Standing in front of her was Tom Sweeny, the pimple-faced, young security guard, who'd had a thing for her ever since he'd started at the Central Library, some three months previously.

"Never you mind, Tom Sweeny," she replied, sternly. "We girls have to have some secrets of our own, you know!"

Tuesday, 6:02 pm

As soon as Barbara arrived back home, she ran herself a hot bath and sprinkled in a liberal quantity of bath salts. She slowly stripped off her working attire, and made herself a refreshing cup of Earl Grey tea. She was still surrounded by a rosy glow, as she relived her little tryst with Jenny, in the storeroom. "Jenny seemed totally convinced by my explanation for my presence in the Blue Barracuda," she decided. "Not that it's all that far from the truth!"

She sprawled out on the bed in just her underwear, and flipped through the mail. "Nothing but bills and junk mail!" She tossed them aside, and went into the bathroom, slipping off her bra and panties.

She slowly eased herself into the hot, perfumed water, with a contented sigh, and lay back, letting the warmth ease into her aching muscles.

She thought about Ivor Bigun and Lucy Lastik. "Will he agree to meet me?" she wondered. "I guess it all depends on how greedy he is? Whether the incentive is sufficient to tempt him out of hiding? Will Lucy demand a further payment, before I'm allowed to meet him?" Her mind drifted back to her session with the middle-aged lesbian, as she picked up her loofah, and absent-mindedly soaped it! "That dildo was certainly something!" she admitted, rubbing the loofah back and forth, over her stomach and breasts.

She glanced down at the foam-filled sponge, and a wicked gleam came into her eyes. She soaped it some more, and then raised a creamy froth between her thighs, before inserting the end of the loofah between the outer lips of her sex. She pushed it home, with a twisting motion, feeling it slide into her easily, before starting to pump it back and forth, like a huge, soft cock! She lent back and closed her eyes, enjoying the erotic sensations.

"Aaaaaah! Mmmmm!"

Suddenly, the phone began to ring, insistently, in the bedroom, and her eyes flew open. "Damn! Now who the hell is that?" she groaned, rising dripping, and stepping out of the bath. She pulled a fluffy bathrobe around herself, and padded into the bedroom. She picked up the receiver. "Barbara Gordon!" she said, a little too abruptly, into the mouthpiece.

"Hi princess, this is daddy!" replied the familiar voice on the other end of the phone. "How are you, my dear?"

Barbara sighed. "Oh, hi Daddy! I'm fine! Any particular reason for calling me?"

"I was wondering if you would like to eat out, tonight, honey? My treat!"

Barbara blinked. "Oh, I'm, ah, I'm sorry Daddy, but I've already got a date for this evening!" she said, trying to sound disappointed.

"Oh? Do I know him?" Jim Gordon asked, gruffly. He still thought of Barbara as his little girl, and he was, perhaps, a little over-protective at times.

"Her!" Barbara corrected, with a quiet chuckle. "I'm going out with Jennifer Goodbody, that bubbly blonde from work! We're going out for a little girls' night out together!"

"Hmm! You look after yourself, young lady, what with this Ivor Bigun still on the loose!" Jim Gordon warned. The concern in his voice was obvious. "There's even a rumor going around the force that Batgirl was mugged and almost raped, last night!"

"I'm sure Batgirl can take care of herself, daddy!" Barbara said, soothingly. "Don't worry, we'll be especially careful, you old goat!" Old goat was a term of endearment!

"All right darling! I'll call you again later in the week!"

"'Bye Daddy!" Barbara made a kissing noise into the receiver, before replacing it.

She sighed. It wasn't worth climbing back into the bath, so she slipped off her robe and dried herself on a large bath towel. She slipped on a pair of clean panties, and then padded into the kitchen, where she made herself a cottage cheese salad from the contents of the refrigerator and another cup of Earl Grey! After her meal, she went back into the lounge and sprawled out on the couch watching T.V. for an hour or so, before deciding to get ready for her evening's escapade.

Tonight, she chose a short, black, sleeveless shift and matching high-heeled ankle boots, but this time, she decided to wear a brief pair of panties over her flesh-colored, crotch-less pantyhose. She then sat down in front of the dresser mirror, to apply her make-up. She applied lots of mascara and dark green eye shadow, together with plenty of blush and bright pink lipstick. She pursed her lips, in a kissing motion. "Good enough to turn even Batman on!" she declared, with a self-satisfied grin.

She glanced at her watch, then picked up her purse, and headed for the door.

Tuesday, 9:00 pm

At roughly the same time, Tom Sweeny was sitting in his small security office, idly fast-forwarding through one of the security videotapes he'd collected earlier, on his rounds, stopping every few seconds, in case he missed someone trying to steal a book or two. The whole library was empty now, apart from himself, all the other staff and the general public, having long since departed.




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"Ho, hum!" he muttered, stifling a yawn, and ejecting the videotape. He slipped in the surveillance tape for the main storeroom, and wound it forward for awhile, before pressing the play button. "This one's a real waste of time!" he thought. "Nothing ever happens in the storeroom!"

The monitor lit up, and he sat forward, as two familiar female figures appeared on the screen. He lent forward, and turned up the volume.

"What about you, young lady?" exclaimed the familiar image of Barbara Gordon. "I could hardly believe my eyes, when I realized it was you doing that sexy striptease act! What on Earth possessed you to do it, Jenny? You've got a bright future, right here in the library, you don't need to descend to that sort of thing!"

"I needed the money!" replied the slightly shorter figure of Jenny Goodbody.

Tom dragged his chair closer. "Now, THIS looks interesting!" he chortled to himself.

"It's my younger brother!" Jenny explained. "He's a paraplegic and requires constant looking after! It's been pretty hard, since Mom and Dad died in the plane crash, and this way, I can keep him in a home, where they can look after him properly!"

"I'm sorry about your folks!" Barbara murmured, looking sympathetic. "Are there no other relatives who could look after your brother?"

The younger girl shook her head, miserably, and then seemed to cheer up a bit. "Anyway, what did you think of my act?" Jenny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Very good! To be perfectly honest, I'm not really in a position to judge, but going on how you had all the guy's tongues hanging out, I should say you're a natural!"

Jenny beamed. "Yeah, I think I'm a natural too! How about this! Da, da, da, da-da, da, da! Da, da, da, da-da, da, da..." As she mimicked the famous striptease music, bumping and grinding her hips, the blonde slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped it from her arms, before whirling it around her head, and tossing it off camera. She wasn't wearing a bra!

"Wow! Go baby!" Tom cried, hardly believing his eyes, as the image of Jenny unzipped her skirt, and wriggled out of it, still thrusting her hips back and forth to the vocal accompaniment. He felt his cock growing hard and uncomfortable, and, unzipping the fly of his pants, pulled it out into the open.

"What are you doing Jennifer! Please stop!" Barbara cried. Jenny was now wearing just a pair of tiny lace panties that clung to her shapely ass like a coat of clear varnish.

Tom was sure he could see her shaven cunt through the sheer material. He whooped again, his fist moving back and forth along his erect penis, as he whacked himself off.

The blonde image on the screen covered her breasts. "Oh, I sorry Barbara," she exclaimed, "I got completely carried away! Please forgive me!"

"Please get dressed at once! If someone should come in and catch...?"

"Yes, we both have something to hide!" murmured Jenny, stepping closer. "If word of our disreputable activities ever got out, we would both lose our jobs! I won't tell, if you won't?" She raised her arms and wrapped them around Barbara's neck, pulling the taller girl's mouth down onto her own.

"Jenny, please.... mmmph!" Barbara's protest was cut short, as Jenny's mouth enveloped her own. She raised her hands to ward off the clinging girl, but her palms cupped her naked breasts. "Mmmgh, please Jenny, nooo..." she gasped, managing to pull her mouth away, momentarily, before her mouth was pulled hard against the girls, once again.

"Mmmmph!"

Barbara started to respond, thrusting her tongue into Jenny's mouth, while her hands caressed the girl's breasts, and she squeezed her nipples. Jenny was hard up against her now, as the blonde fumbled with the buttons of Barbara's blouse.

Panting, Barbara allowed the girl to strip the blouse from her arms, and unclip her bra. Jenny fastened her mouth over the nipple of Barbara's left breast, and Barbara shuddered, closing her eyes. Jenny sucked on the tit, while her fingers squeezed and stretched the other nipple, bringing forth a gasp of pleasure from the assistant librarian.

"I've wanted you, from the moment I first saw you!" the image of Jenny panted, taking Barbara's hand and forcing it into the top of her panties. "Please make love to me, Barbara!"

They kissed again, as Barbara's hand moved inside Jenny's panties. The blonde gasped with pleasure, wiggling her hips, encouragingly. "More!" she pleaded, dragging her lips away, momentarily. Barbara obliged.

"Aaaagh, oooh, yesss!" Jenny cried, as she arched her spine and threw back her head. "Yesss, yesss, yesss!"

The sight of Jenny cumming was too much for Tom! With a loud groan, he climaxed, splattering the screen, with large gobs of his creamy spunk!

Tuesday, 9:15 pm

"The Blue Barracuda!" Barbara told the white-haired cab driver, as she settled into the back of the taxicab.

The driver grunted his acknowledgement, eyeing her up, as he looked over his shoulder. Her black frock was cut so damn low, that, as she'd bent forward to climb into the rear, her tits had almost tumbled out of the top! "These little sluts nowadays," he growled to himself, catching a glimpse of her panties, as she squirmed her shapely ass into a more comfortable position, "they're asking for everything they get!"

"Well," she said, belligerently, "when you've finished looking up my skirt, can we get the hell outta here?"

He blushed, and abruptly turned away, gunning the engine and screeching away from the curb. "Filthy-mouthed little whore!" he muttered, angrily. "If she was my kid, I'd take her over my knee and give her a good paddling! That's the trouble with youngsters nowadays, no discipline!"

Tuesday, 9:35 pm

Barbara had the cabby drop her off a hundred yards down the block from the Blue Barracuda. She didn't want to arouse any undue attention. She sauntered along the sidewalk, her five-inch stiletto heels click-clacking against the paving slabs, ignoring the amused stares of a couple of youths wearing jeans and T-shirts. She reached the glass-fronted entrance, and pushing open the door, entered the dimly lit foyer.

The same big, muscular beefcake in the penguin suit who'd confronted her the previous evening, moved to block her path again. "Well, well, if it ain't Red!" he exclaimed, with a sneer. "What happened to you last night, sister?"

Barbara stared at him coolly, hands on hips. "I got side-tracked, stud!" she murmured. "It was just your bad luck!"

"No, it was your bad luck, bitch!" he growled, grabbing her elbow, spinning her about, and preparing to eject her from the club.

"Just tell Miss Lucy, that Barbara St. Claire has arrived for her appointment!" Barbara gasped, struggling to break free from his iron grip. One shoulder strap slipped down, and a large, dark areola peeked out of the top of her dress.

He stopped, and reluctantly released her. "You've got an appointment with the boss, lady?" he growled, frowning.

She nodded, pulling her strap up and brushed his cheek, with the palm of her raised hand. "Yeah, and you know how Lucy hates to be kept waiting, sweetie!"

He paled, at this. "Okay, babe, better go on through, but if you're screwing with me...?" He left the threat unfinished.

She smiled and leant forward and brushed her lips against his. "Thanks, honey! Maybe we can still get together, sometime?" She walked off toward the double-doors, swaying her cute little ass for his benefit.

She pushed open the doors, and was greeted by a blast of smoke and noise from the dimly lit interior. As she walked in, a young brunette was swaying to the thumping beat of the music, on the small, brightly illuminated stage, slowly stripping off her gear, as she did so! About half the small, round tables had clients sitting about them, and one or two scantily clad hostesses, moved from table to table serving watered-down drinks. Barbara felt a strong sense of Deja Vu, as she swayed her way over to the bar, and perched her shapely ass on one of the high bar stools.

She smiled at the blond-haired bartender, and when she had his full attention, slowly crossed her long, lithe legs, allowing the hem of her dress to ride up her raised thigh.

He walked over to her, smiling, knowing she'd just put on a show, just for him. "Remembered your panties tonight, I see!" he whispered, with a boyish grin.

Barbara made a show of pulling her hem down an inch or two, before replying. "Don't get personal, David! My usual please!" she murmured, huskily.

"Let me see, that would be vodka on the rocks, right?"

"Right!" she murmured, returning his grin, deliberately leaning forward, so he got a good view down her cleavage.

He nodded, added ice to a tall glass, and then poured in a generous measure of the fiery white spirit. Barbara took some cash from her purse, ready to pay him, but a hand closed over hers. "First drink's always on the house!" Lucy said, with a welcoming smile.

Barbara spun around to greet her host, uncrossing her long legs, as she did so. "Hello Lucy!" she said, with a broad smile, showing her perfect dental work. "Nice to see you again!"

Lucy casually dropped her hand onto Barbara's right thigh, and slowly began to stroke it, gradually moving higher. "Last night, you lit outta here kinda sudden-like!" she murmured, with a frown. "I thought I might have done something to upset ya, honeybunch?"

Her fingers slid under the hem of Barbara's skirt, and Barbara gave a small gasp, as she felt the fingertips brush against the damp crotch of her panties.

A disappointed expression crossed the older woman's face, as she realized that Barbara was wearing panties. "You never even left a number, where I could contact you?" she chided.

Barbara felt a tremor run through her, as Lucy's fingers slipped under the elasticated edge of her panties, and ran through her dense jungle of pubic hair. She half-turned and picked up the drink that had just been placed at her elbow. "Th-Thanks Dave!" she called, as she twisted back to face Lucy. Lucy's stiff fingers were now rubbing against the entrance to her sex.

"My, but you're a hot little slut!" Lucy murmured, with a low chuckle, casually slipping three fingers into Barbara's vagina, and running her thumb over her burgeoning clitoris!

"Aaahhh! What about the meet?" Barbara gasped, writhing her ass, and trying to stifle a moan of pleasure.

"Oh, the meeting is all arranged," murmured Lucy, with a smile, playing the aroused girl, like a fish on a hook!

"Aaahh! Good!" Barbara gasped, grasping Lucy's wrist, and pulling her hand out of her panties. "Much more of that, and I would have cum right here on the bar stool," she added, red-faced. She paused to take a healthy slug of her vodka and calm herself down.

"When?" she enquired, trying not to sound over anxious.

Lucy smiled. "Saturday night, at his place!"

"His place?" Barbara enquired, her ears perking up.

"Better if you don't know that yet, honey! He will meet you on the corner of Belfry Street and Vine, at 10:00 p.m. I hope you ain't fuckin' him about, babe, 'cause Bigun ain't a guy to cross!" Lucy added, with a deep frown.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna make him a very wealthy man!" Barbara promised, staring unblinking into the older woman's suspicious eyes.

Lucy suddenly relaxed and smiled. "Okay honey, it ain't me you've got to convince!" She turned to the counter. "Gimme my usual, Dave!" she called, to the barkeeper, who had diplomatically moved away to the far end of the bar, during their tête-à-tête. He nodded, and hurried over and prepared her drink, before placing it in front of her.

She took a sip, and turned back to Barbara. "How 'bout me and you slipping upstairs for a little fun, honey?" she murmured, stroking Barbara's smooth right thigh.

"I… er… I thought we might catch some of the show, together?" Barbara replied. "I kinda liked that blonde we saw perform, last night! I wouldn't mind getting into her g-string!"

Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Lolita? Yeah, she's a sexy little thing, ain't she?" She glanced at her wristwatch. "She's due on in about ten minutes, right after Suzy finishes up! Sure, why not? You can tell me all about yourself, in the meantime? Later on, you could maybe go backstage, to get better acquainted with the girl, if ya know what I mean?" She winked at Barbara, and then burst into laughter.

Barbara took another gulp of her drink, the fiery alcohol helping to burn away her sudden attack of nerves.

The two women made their way over to Lucy's personal table, alongside the stage, as Lucy nodded to one or two of her regular customers, then sat down. One of the hostesses brought them another couple of drinks, even though Barbara's glass was still half-full.

"Tell me about yourself, honey?" Lucy asked, as Suzy slipped out of her G-string, and tossed it to the crowd, with a final dramatic flourish.

There was a smattering of applause. "Nice tush," murmured Lucy, momentarily distracted, "but she's a hard-faced bitch! Been at the game too long! It does that to some of them!" She took a sip of her gin and tonic. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes! You were just about to tell me all about yourself?"

Barbara took a healthy swig of her drink, and shrugged her bare shoulders, pulling up a fallen shoulder strap, as her tit threatened to fall out. "Let's just say I'm a little rich girl, who's fallen on hard times!" she muttered, before taking another gulp.

"That much is pretty obvious!"

"Well, I don't intend to remain poor much longer!" Barbara snapped, appearing to display a flash of petulance. "Using Bigun, and my own brand of special talents..." She allowed her left shoulder strap to slip off again, but this time she didn't try to prevent her boob from falling out.

Lucy stared at the shapely breast, then reached out and flicked the nipple into instant erection. "You certainly have a body that most men would die for, honey," Lucy murmured, and then looked up. "But don't think you can control Bigun with your sexuality! He'd just as soon snap your pretty little neck, like a rotten twig!"

Barbara shuddered, as if a cold draft had just passed along her spine.

The music struck up, and Barbara turned back to the stage, grateful for the interruption, to see Jenny slip out from behind the hanging drapes.

Like the previous evening, she was wearing a long, flowing, sleeveless gown, and matching gloves, but tonight her dress was a brilliant crimson, with a slit up one side, that reached right up to her waist.

She watched the girl's body swaying, sinuously, to the music, as she tossed her head about and slowly stripped off her gloves, and then slowly, tantalizingly, removed her dress, covering herself to the very last moment, before letting it fall to the floor. She was wearing a sheer, black, lace bustier, with red ribbon ties up the front, and high cut, lacy black panties, that accentuated her long legs. As she continued to bump and grind to the beat, she gradually unfastened the ties, until finally yanking the two halves of her bustier apart, to reveal her lovely, young breasts.

She slipped the garment from her shoulders, and danced her way over to the edge of the stage, slowly sinking to her haunches in front of their table, with her thighs spread lewdly, as the pounding music came to a sudden end.

Jennifer wiggled her hips, and looked at Barbara, expectantly. There was a hushed expectancy from the audience.

"Go on, she wants you to unfasten it for her!" Lucy urged, giving Barbara a nudge.

Barbara realized, for the first time, that the lacy panties had an open crotch, precariously held together by a narrow, red ribbon, tied in a bow! She reached out, hesitantly, and gave a small tug on the end of the ribbon. The bow unraveled, and the open crotch sprang apart, revealing her naked glistening sex. The girl slowly ran an index finger along its full length, from bottom to top, then offered it out to Barbara.

She hesitated, and then took the finger between her lips, sucking it clean, to a spontaneous burst of applause from the enthralled audience.

The girl slowly swayed back to her feet, then sexily wriggled her way out of her panties, before tossing them into the audience and standing with her legs spread, and arms high in the air.

The audience roared their approval, clapping and whistling, as the girl did a little bow, then turned and skipped off the stage, picking up her discarded clothing, as she did so.

"That bitch gets better every time!" Lucy enthused. "That routine really got the crowd going!" She looked at Barbara, with an amused glint in her eye! "She's obviously taken a fancy to you honey! Are you sure you two don't already know each other?"

Barbara blushed, and shook her head, vigorously. "No, of course not!"

"Why don't you pop back-stage to the dressing room, and congratulate her on her performance, then? Oh, and room 10 is free, upstairs!" Lucy added, with a knowing glance. She nodded toward a side door, partially hidden in the shadows.

"Thanks!" Barbara said, with a grateful smile. "I owe you one!"

"I won't forget!" replied Lucy, with a broad grin.

Tuesday, 10:45 pm

Barbara entered the crowded dressing room, and walked over to Jennifer, who was sitting in an armchair, wearing an old robe to cover her nakedness, and puffing, nervously, on a king-size cigarette.

"I didn't know you smoked?" Barbara murmured, eyeing the other three girl's, in various states of undress, who were chattering, animatedly, amongst themselves, while totally ignoring her.

"I don't usually, only when I'm nervous, and believe me, Barbara, I'm fuckin' nervous!" Jenny whispered, looking worried. "How did everything go out there?"

"Fine, the meeting's been set up for next Saturday night!" Barbara replied, leaning forward, so that they wouldn't be overheard. "Look, we can't talk here! I've been told there's a room free, upstairs that we can use!"

Jenny nodded, stubbing out her cigarette in an ashtray. "Fine," she murmured. "I'm not due on stage again, for another hour!"

"I don't know how you manage to do this, as well as your normal day job?" Barbara exclaimed, as they left the dressing room. "You must get totally exhausted?"

"It's only four shows a night, and I only work three nights a week," Jenny explained, as they mounted the narrow staircase, "so it isn't too bad!"

Barbara quickly located room 10, and tried the doorknob. It wasn't locked. They both entered, and Barbara closed the door behind them, dropping the catch, so that they wouldn't be accidentally disturbed.

The small bedroom was almost entirely filled by a brass, four-poster bed, with black, silk covers. A small dresser and a chair were the only other significant items of furniture.

"Well, it's pretty obvious what this room's used for!" Jenny said, with a grin, plumping her shapely ass down on the bed, and patting the sheet alongside her. "Sit here beside me!"

Barbara grinned and sat down beside her, subconsciously pulling down her short skirt as she did so.

"So, what happened then?" Jenny asked, her eyes alight with curiosity.

"Well, Lucy groped me at the bar," Barbara began, with a twinkle in her eye.

"Not that! What happened about the meeting she was supposed to arrange?" Jenny interrupted, impatiently.

"I told you, the meeting has been set up for next Saturday night! I'm to meet Bigun on the corner of Belfry Street and Vine, at ten o'clock in the evening!"

"Isn't that highly dangerous?" exclaimed Jenny, clutching her hand, a worried expression on her pretty face.

Barbara smiled, and patted the girl's hand. "It's all right honey, Batgirl will be there! As soon as Bigun shows, she will reveal herself, and take him into custody, so there's no possible risk to myself!"

"Are you sure she will be there?" asked the worried blonde. "I couldn't stand it if something happened to you now, Barbara, not after what we did together!" She lovingly removed a stray lock of hair from Barbara's face.




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"I can guarantee that she will be there," Barbara promised, as their eyes met, and she smiled. "This time, the evil bastard is going to be put away for good!" She pulled off her high-heeled shoes and rubbed her stocking feet. "These stilettos are killing me!" she complained. "I don't know how people can wear them all the time?"

"Here, lie back and let me massage them for you," Jenny murmured, looking at her from beneath hooded eyes. "I'm very good at it! Swing your feet up onto the bed!"

Barbara nodded and complied, closing her eyes as Jenny slowly massaged the aches and pains from her feet and ankles. She was aware of Jenny's hands kneading her calf muscles, and the backs of her knees, as she slowly moved up her pantyhose, but it felt oh so good. She was working on Barbara's thighs now, and Barbara didn't even stir, as she felt the girl sliding her dress up about her waist. She eased her bottom up of the bed, slightly, as she felt the insistent tug on her panties, and allowed them to be pulled down past her knees, and finally off her feet. The cool air against her naked crotch felt really good!

"You're so tense," Jenny murmured, her thumbs kneading the soft insides of Barbara's thighs, just below her sex. "Sooo tense!"

Barbara parted her thighs and raised her knees, under the insistent pressure of Jennifer's fingers, feeling her breasts tightening and her nipples hardening beneath the thin material of her dress. She reached up and slipped her boobs out of the low-cut top, her fingers playing with their hard, erect crests, as she felt the brush of Jenny's fingers through her thick beaver.

"Mmm, that's nice," she sighed, as she felt the girl climb onto the bed, between her raised thighs, and her warm lips, brush against her puffy labia, her nose nuzzling against her hairy mons. "Real nice!"

Jenny began to lick along the full length of Barbara's vagina, her fingers gently spreading apart the darkened outer labia, as the older girl squirmed her hips with pleasure, softly moaning. She enveloped the small, swollen mound of Barbara's clit, sucking it into her mouth, through tightly pursed lips.

"Aaauugh!" Barbara gasped, her mons jerking upward, as Jenny grazed the sensitive flesh with her teeth, before again sucking her clit deep into the hot cavern of her mouth. She reached down, her hands pulling the girl's face tight against her heaving sex. "You're soooo good for me, Jennifer!" she cried, arching her back, as the girl's tongue entered her. "Yes, oh yessss!"

Suddenly, the girl's head pulled away, and Barbara opened her eyes, her face filled with surprise and disappointment. "What are you doing?" she scolded, in a hurt tone.

"Let's see what's in the drawer of this bedside cabinet, eh?" Jenny said, her big blue eyes glittering. "We might find something useful?"

She leaned over and pulled out the drawer, rummaging through its contents. "Wow, look at this!" she exclaimed, sitting back on her haunches, and holding her prize aloft. "No wonder you chose this room, you naughty thing!"

Barbara peered up at her through lowered eyelashes, realizing, for the first time that Jenny had removed her housecoat, and was squatting over her, totally naked. She blinked and focused on the object in Jenny's hand. It was a large Latex strap-on dildo, complete with leather straps and metal buckles.

"I've never tried one of these before!" Jenny announced excitedly, slipping the dildo into place over her sex, and struggling to buckle the various straps around her waist and thighs. Finally, she had the nine-inch dildo snugly strapped into place. It was very realistic, complete with huge, mushroom-shaped head and hanging ball-sack. "Wow, now I know what it's like to be a guy!" she exclaimed, delightedly, running a clenched fist up and down the impressive erection, suggestively.

She gazed down at Barbara's gaping sex, with a mischievous look in her eye.

"Jenny, no, please!" Barbara giggled, as she tried to close her thighs, but the girl was too fast for her, prying them apart with her elbows.

"Now me buxom wench," growled Jenny, shuffling forward on her knees, holding the huge dildo in her left hand, "I'm gonna show you what a real man feels like!" She positioned the end of the cock against the glistening entrance to Barbara's sex.

"No, Jenny, please, no!" Barbara cried, half-laughing, while squirming her hips, half-heartedly, but making no real move to pull away.

"I'm gonna show you what a real fucking is like!" growled, Jenny, grinning broadly. Then, with a single thrust of her hips, she sank the pseudo cock all the way into Barbara's pussy.

"Aaaaauuuggghhh! Barbara cried out, gasping with the shock and pain, as her comparatively dry sex was filled to overflowing. "My God, Jenny!" she complained. "You could have at least covered it with saliva before ramming the thing into me?"

"Sorry, lover," Jenny chuckled with a wide grin, "I got so carried away, I forgot all about the niceties! Anyway, knowing you, you will have soon soaked the sheets with your cum, you wanton slut!" She began to thrust in and out of Barbara's cunt, slowly and gently at first, but gradually quickening, as the girl beneath her became wetter and wetter.

She paused and leant forward on her hands, until their lips met in a long, lingering French kiss, then she pulled away slightly and started to pump her hips once more.

Barbara reached up and grasped one of Jenny's ripe, hanging fruit, raising her head so that her mouth could envelope the hard, erect nipple, while the fingers of her other hand played with it's sister.

Now it was Jenny's turn to groan, as she felt the hot mouth surround her small mound of erectile tissue, and sharp teeth nip down on it. She arched her back and moaned, remembering to maintain the tempo of her hips, as Barbara tweaked and stretched her other nipple.

Barbara switched breasts, but, almost immediately, she pulled away, arching her back upward and closing her eyes, as she felt her orgasm rushing over her, like a tidal wave. "Oh, GOD, yessss!" she gasped.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Her hips bucked wildly, almost throwing Jenny off the bed, as Barbara toppled over the edge, into ecstasy.

Afterwards, they lay entwined, side by side, the dildo still embedded in the redhead, gently kissing and caressing, whispering words of love and devotion. Barbara had never felt like this about anyone before? She was having problems coming fully to terms with her new feelings!

She eased herself off the stiff, rubber cock, and slid down to lick her cum from the thick shaft, delighting in its tangy flavor. "Mmm, nice!" she murmured. "I never knew girl-cum could taste so delicious?"

"My, my, you have led a sheltered life!" Jenny murmured, in a surprised voice, gently stroking Barbara's glossy, red hair, before squirming down and licking at the juices still oozing from Barbara's lust-darkened pussy.

In the ceiling, directly over the bed, was a small, black hole. They were both too engrossed in each other, to see the small flash of reflected light, as the lens of the video camera automatically refocused.



Batgirl Risks All Ch. 04



Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!

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

The Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Risks All

Chapter 4: Lap Dancer

Wednesday, 9:00 am

The following day, at the Library, both girls seemed unusually shy with each other, both carefully avoiding the subject of the previous evening's exploits. Barbara threw herself into her Ancient Egyptian research work, with a newly discovered gusto, trying not to think about Jennifer, but without much success. Jennifer, for her part, spent most of her time cataloguing books in the True Romance section, and daydreaming about the new love in her life.

Just before lunchtime, Jenny approached Barbara's desk. "We've got to talk, Barbara!" she said, with a shy smile. "Meet me in the storeroom in fifteen minutes?"

Barbara looked up from the screen of her monitor, and removed her horn-rimmed spectacles, rubbing her aching eyes, before replying. "I don't think that's a sensible idea, Jennifer!" she said, in a calm, quiet voice, although her heart was pounding. "We can do all our talking right out here!"

"Okay, but..."

Just then, Tom Sweeny, the pimple-faced, young security officer walked past the open office door. "Hi girls, not interrupting anything naughty, am I?" he sneered, with a smug grin on his face.

"Get lost Tom, you little pest!" Barbara snapped, in no mood for any of his childish, sexual innuendo. The security officer scurried off, with his tail between his legs. "He's starting his shift early?" Barbara commented, with a small frown, glancing at her watch.

"What's with that nerd?" Jenny asked, pulling a sour face. "Why'd he look at us both so strangely?" She turned to stare after his fast disappearing figure.

Barbara shrugged. "He's always been a bit of a weirdo!" she replied. "Just ignore him and, eventually, he goes away!"

Jenny turned back to her. "What I really wanted to tell you, was that I wasn't working tonight, and I was wondering if we could maybe go out someplace, just the two of us?"

There was nothing Barbara would have liked better, but she knew that she had been neglecting her vigilante duties, of late. "I, um, I'm sorry Jenny, but I've already made plans to stay in and wash my hair, tonight!" she replied, with an apologetic shrug.

Jenny's face fell. "Well, if you're sure..." She turned, and ran from the room, blushing furiously, tears glistening in her eyes. She knew a brush-off when she heard one!

As she hurried around a corner of the corridor, Tom Sweeny stepped forward and grabbed her by her upper arm.

"Hey, let go of me, you big dork!" she exclaimed, startled.

"I need to see you Ms. Goodbody," he hissed, urgently. "Can you meet me in my office, just after closing time this evening?"

"What's this all about?" she asked, suspiciously, pulling her arm free of his grasp.

"I can't tell you now, someone might overhear us! Let's just say that it concerns your friend, Barbara Gordon!"

"What about Barbara?" Jenny cried, her eyes flashing, dangerously, as she grabbed both his arms, and stared into his face.

His eyes wouldn't meet her piercing gaze. "Meet me after work," he snarled, pulling away. "I've got something to show you!"

Wednesday, 5:20 pm

Normally, Jenny wouldn't have gone within a million miles of a sexist nerd like Sweeny, inside or outside of office hours, but her curiosity had been aroused. What was it he'd discovered about her new friend, that required such goddamned secrecy?

"Where are you Tom?" Jennifer called, walking along the narrow, deserted corridor. She wasn't familiar with this part of the Gotham City Public Library. It was a pretty big building!

"In here!" called a familiar voice, and she peered into an open doorway, and saw him lounging back in a computer-operator's chair, in front of a huge bank of T.V. monitors, his hands clasped behind his neck.

He spun around in his swivel chair, and starred at her, with a crooked grin on his spotty face. "I've just been following your progress on the surveillance monitors!" he said, waving a hand at the bank of screens. "I can see just about every nook and cranny in the place, with these things!" he boasted.

"I hope you haven't got any cameras in the ladies toilets?" Jennifer replied, with a quick flash of annoyance.

"Well, no, not there, but just about everywhere else!" he replied, with an embarrassed grin. "Come in! Make yourself at home!"

Jenny stepped over the threshold, and stared around. There was a small stove and a microwave oven, a refrigerator, a water heater, a sink unit, and even a fairly comfortable-looking single cot-bed, in addition to all the electronic surveillance equipment. "This isn't a social visit!" she said, coldly. "You said you had something to tell me about Barbara?"

"There's something I want to show you first!" he said, with a confident smirk on his face. "You see that monitor screen up there, the second from the left, on the top row...?"

"What about..." Her voice faltered, as her gaze alighted on the T.V. screen he'd indicated, and she recognized the view of the main storeroom! Her blood ran cold, as she realized what this meant.

Tom saw the blood drain from her face, as realization dawned. "Yes Ms. Goodbody," he chortled, "We have a surveillance camera in the main storeroom!" He enjoyed the look of horror on her face, as she stared at him, wide-eyed. He had her full and undivided attention, now! "What's more, all the video cameras are connected to this bank of video recorders behind me!" he explained, waving in their direction. "Whenever the movement sensor detects any movement in the room, even a mouse, the recorder is switched on!"

He lent forward and picked up a V.H.S. tape cassette, lying on the desk in front of him. "This," he said, slipping the tape out of its protective box, "is yesterday's tape of the storeroom! Usually, it's a pretty boring epic, but yesterday's episode was somewhat different!" He slipped the tape into a V.H.S. recorder, and pressed the play button.

Jenny sat down, heavily, on the edge of the bed, starring in horrified fascination, as a monitor screen lit up before him, and she saw an image of herself and Barbara appear.

"I've wanted you, from the moment I first saw you!" her image panted, taking Barbara's hand and forcing it into the front of her panties. "Please make love to me, Barbara!"

The two figures embraced, kissing passionately, while Barbara's fingers slipped into her pussy, and she gasped and writhed with obvious delight.

"More!" her image pleaded, dragging her lips from Barbara's.

"Switch it off!" Jenny pleaded, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach, as she closed her eyes and covered her ears with her hands.

Tom chuckled, and pressed the eject button. "Seen enough?" he asked. "It was just starting to get interesting!"

Jenny sighed, and opened her eyes to stare at him, with a look of utter disgust and loathing. "Okay, how much do you want for the tape?" she asked, resignedly. "I should warn you, I don't have much money!"

Tom grinned, lecherously, and ran his eyes up and down her shapely figure. Jenny felt her blood run cold, once more. "Who said I was interested in money?" he replied.

"What if I refuse!" she blustered, blushing furiously.

"Well, I think Mr. Peabody will take a dim view of two lesbian employees making it together during working hours, especially after the local television news stations get there hands on a copy of the tape!"

"What if I just take that tape away from you, and destroy it? Then it would be just your word against ours, and Barbara Gordon is one of the Library's most respected employees!" Jenny replied, showing a sudden spark of defiance.

"You could try," he conceded, with a shrug. "You might even succeed, but you don't think this is the only copy of the tape, do you?"

Jenny's shoulders slumped in defeat. She should have realized he would make a duplicate. "Okay, what do you want?" she asked, in a small voice, lowering her eyes.

"You'll do for a start, babe! How about showing me one of those striptease numbers you do?"

"There's not much room in here!" she protested, getting to her feet, "and there's no music!"

"I'm sure you can muddle through!" he replied, with a confident grin, folding his arms over his chest. "How about you giving me one of them lap dances?"

"I-I've never done one of those!" she protested. "I-I wouldn't know how!"

"I'm sure you can make a fair go of it?" he said, with a chuckle. His face suddenly turned ugly. "Now, get on with it!" he barked.

Jennifer took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She started to hum a raunchy tune, slipping off her jacket and gradually unbuttoning her crisp, white blouse, while Tom watched, goggle-eyed. She slipped the top off, revealing her shapely naked breasts to his gaze, as she slowly wriggled out of her skirt, and stepped out of it. She was still wearing high-heels and self-supporting stockings, as well as her lacy, black briefs. She opened her eyes and stared over his head, into nothingness, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and slowly inched them down, gradually revealing her shaven mons to his greedy little eyes.

Finally, she stepped out of her panties and moved astride his lap, bumping and grinding her hips, and thrusting her sex up against the hard bulge in his pants.

"Come on! You can do better that that!" he croaked, staring up into her big, blue eyes.

She nodded, almost imperceptibly and her hand moved to his waistband, unclipping it and pulling down his zip fly. Her fingers tugged down the front of his briefs, freeing his erection, and she took it in her hands, swiftly stroking him into full, hard erection, as he gasped with pleasure.

She resumed her lap dancing, but this time, she rotated about his purple knob, initially never touching it, but gradually rubbing his knob more and more against her inner thighs and puffy labia, and even between her buttocks, brushing against her anal sphincter.

"When do we get to the fucking part?" he gasped. "I can't hold back much longer!"

'Lap dancing doesn't involve any actual sex!" she protested. "It's all just a big prick tease!"

"Not this time it ain't!" he growled grabbing her hips, and pulling her down onto him.

"Aaaahhhh!" Jenny cried out with shock and pain, as he entered her, hard and fast, but soon she was moving up and down with enthusiasm, as she became wet and lubricated, grinding her hips energetically as she screwed him, eyes closed, lost in her own pleasures, moaning softly, as his manhood filled her, time after time.

"Aw, fuck!" Tom gave a strangled cry, and ejaculated into her hot, wet sex, humping up into her for all he was worth.

Jenny felt the flood of warmth inside her sex, and realized he had climaxed. She smiled, and clamped herself even tighter about him, milking ever last drop of semen from his testicles, gently squeezing them between her fingers.

As she felt him softening, she slowed, and lent forward to kiss him on the mouth, for the first and only time. "How was that?" she murmured, as he slipped, softly from her wet pussy. "Do I get the tape back now?"

He pushed her away from him. "No way, Missy, you ain't getting away that lightly!" he declared. "On the bunk!"

"You little rat!" she muttered quietly, between clenched teeth, as she moved off him. She lay back on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, knees raised and wide apart. "What now?" she asked, forcing a smile to her lips.

"Now I'm going to eat your pussy!" he replied, with a grin. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Jennifer?"

"Oh, goody!" she replied, in a deliberately bored tone.

"I don't think I like your attitude!" he snarled, his jug ears going a bright red. "I can get you fired tomorrow, if I want to! I want you to beg me to give you oral sex!"

"You sick little pervert!" she thought, before turning on her dazzling smile, again. "Oh please, please Tommy!" she cried, in a pleading little girl voice. "Please eat Jenny's pussy for her!" She wiggled her fanny, and fluttered her eyelashes, wildly, whilst hiding her loathing.

"That's better," he sneered, kneeling down and moving between her thighs.

Wednesday, 9:00 pm

Batgirl, stared down from a high rooftop, in the red-light district, onto the illuminated streets of night-time Gotham. She'd become so tied up with her current case. that she'd neglected to go out on night-patrol for several days, now! Luckily, there had been no major outbreaks of villainy, during that time, which was a good thing, with the Dynamic Duo apparently having vanished into thin air. She breathed in the cool night air. She always felt more at peace with the world, when she was wearing her Batgirl costume; more confident, more powerful, more invincible, somehow?

She thought about Jennifer, and the way their romance had blossomed, almost overnight. Things could start to get complicated fairly quickly? She'd already had to give the girl a lame excuse about washing her hair tonight, when Jenny had asked her out on a date!

Suddenly, a slight movement caught her eye!

She pulled out the pneumatic pistol from her utility belt and pointed it towards an aluminum flagpole protruding out from the side of the adjacent building. She pressed the trigger, and with a soft, but powerful, whoosh, the lightweight alloy grappling hook soared out into space, the thin nylon cord arcing out behind it, until it wrapped itself about the flagpole, and the hook dug in, with a dull, metallic clunk. Without a moment's hesitation, the Dark Avenger stepped out onto the stone parapet and launched herself into space, clinging to the precarious line.

Her body soared down in a graceful arc, and she landed, lightly on all fours, on the six story high roof of the old paper warehouse. She lightly bounded to her feet, pressing the release mechanism of the grapple, which quickly wound itself back into the gun. She moved over to the far side of the building, and gazed down into the dark alley.

She'd thought she'd seen a movement in the shadows, near the entrance to this alleyway, and had decided to check it out.

Batgirl could see nothing, but she thought she heard a faint cry of pain, from somewhere below. An old, rusting fire escape ran down the outside of the building, starting from the top floor. She quickly lowered herself down the outside of the building, hanging from her gauntleted fingertips, before dropping onto the rusty platform, flexing her knees to absorb the shock and minimize the noise she made as she landed.

The steel plate made a clanging noise as she landed, despite her lightness of foot, and she froze into immobility.

"What was that?" hissed a muffled, squeaky voice, from somewhere below.

"Probably just a stray cat," came the sneering reply. "You'd jump at your own shadow, you dumb shit!"

Batgirl heard a high-pitched whimper. She started to stealthily creep down the rusting steel steps, pausing every few paces. She could hear a woman's voice now!

"Please don't kill me," the woman sobbed. "You can have everything I've got! Money, credit cards, anything!"

"You've got that part right, slut!" sneered the deeper male voice.

Barbara started down another flight of steps, straining her eyes behind her Bat-mask, to try to catch a glimpse of the action.

"No, no, please no!" she heard the woman gasp, as she tried to speed up her decent, without raising the alarm.

"Shut your face, bitch, and hand over that ring, before I have to break your fingers!" There were the sounds of a short struggle.

"Aaaah! You bastard! That's my engagement ring!" sobbed the female.

There was the sound of a loud smack, and a sobbing cry of pain came from the woman.

"I told you to shut it, bitch! Now get your clothes off!" growled the menacing voice.

"W-What?"

"C'mon Jake, let the bitch go!" his squeaky-voiced partner cried, in a wheedling tone. "We already got all her cash and valuables!"

Batgirl could see them now, just along the alley, beneath a dimly illuminating street lamp. The frightened, whimpering female had her back pressed to the wall, and the taller robber, obviously the leader, loomed over her. His slightly built friend hovered behind him, hopping from one foot to the other, nervously.

Jake brought his hand down in a sweeping arc, and the woman's head snapped to one side, as he slapped her hard across her pretty face.

"You heard me, bitch! Get your clothes off!" he roared. The woman screamed with pain, her hand reflexively going to her cheek. Jack raised his hand, ready to strike her again.

"No, please don't! I'll do anything you say!" she sobbed tearing at her blouse, in her haste to get it off. She slipped off her skirt and underskirt, and stood there trembling in just a black bra and panties.

The small guy tugged at Jake's arm. "C'mon Jake, you've had your fun!" he pleaded. "Let the bitch go!"

Jake shrugged him off. "Leave me be, Peewee, or I'll let you have some of the same!" he snarled, unbuckling his belt.

Peewee backed off in alarm, just as Batgirl crept down the final flight of stairs that ended some six feet from the ground.

Jake grinned, lecherously, then gripping the waistband of the female's panties. He gave a savage yank, ripping them from her body, as she gasped with terror and staggered forward a pace.

"Please, nooo!" she pleaded, her eyes wide with horror, as he hefted his monstrous tool in a ham-like fist!

Turn around and spread your legs!" he snarled.

The woman swallowed hard, but did as she was told, placing her hands against the brick wall to support herself.

"Shove your ass out!" he commanded.

She arched her back, pushing her buttocks higher. He stepped forward and rammed his cock into her exposed vagina. She gave a long moan of terror and pain.

Barbara dropped lightly to the ground, and crept up on Peewee, who was totally engrossed by his partner's economical foreplay techniques. She reached over and gripped the side of his neck in a paralysis hold. With a small sigh, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Just think of what you're missing, you little wimp," Jake panted, as he thrust powerfully into his helpless victim, ignoring her gasps of pain.

"Aaaagh, ooooh, please... aaaagh, please don't kill me!" sobbed the distraught young woman, his thrusts almost lifting her clear off her feet. "I-I'll do anything... aaaugh, but please, please don't kill me!"

Jake felt a light tap on the shoulder. "Not now, Peewee!" he panted, as he felt himself starting to cum.

Batgirl grabbed his arm and spun Jake around, pulling him out of his victim, just as he climaxed. Gobs of white semen splattered across her belly and thighs, as she brought her knee up hard, into his testicles. He doubled over, with a loud scream of pain, collapsing and rolling around on the ground in agony. She brought one booted foot swinging forward, and connected with his chin, knocking him out cold, and putting him out of his misery.

The dazed female turned around, in a state of utter confusion. "Batgirl!" she gasped, relief mirrored on her drawn features, as she recognized the famous crime-fighter. "Thank the Lord!" She suddenly remembered her state of undress, and her hands flew to her crotch, covering herself as best she could.

"Better get dressed, Miss," Barbara said, noting how pretty she was, despite her tear-streaked face. "Then you'd better phone for the police! Oh, and that scum over there, is going to need emergency hospital treatment, so phone for an ambulance, as well!" 




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"How can I ever thank you, Batgirl!" she sobbed, as the reaction started to set in. "T-They just grabbed me right off the street, and dragged me into this alley!"

Batgirl stepped forward, and the woman threw her arms around Batgirl's neck, her shoulders shaking, as she sobbed against the Girl Wonder's breast. Batgirl's hands came to rest on the woman's naked buttocks, and she felt herself starting to grow hot and lustful. She shook her head and eased herself free of the girl's clutches. "You'd better get your clothes on, dear, or I may not be able to control myself much longer!" she murmured, with an unconvincing grin.

The woman nodded, and stepped back, blushing, then began peering around for her discarded clothing. When she turned back again, her savior was gone! 



Batgirl Risks All Ch. 05



Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!

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

The Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Risks All

Chapter 5: Batgirl's Revenge

Thursday, 9:02 am

Barbara had hardly had time to take her coat off, when Jennifer rushed into the office. "Meet me in the powder room in two minutes," she muttered, out of the side of her mouth, before disappearing out of the doorway just as quickly.

"What on earth is going on?" muttered Barbara with a sigh, as she paused to power up her desktop computer, then followed the direction that her blonde assistant had taken, toward the ladies staff toilets.

She pushed open the door and peered around the interior. There was no sign of Jenny?

"In here!" hissed a female voice from the furthest stall.

Barbara walked over and pushed open the door. Jenny grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her inside the narrow cubicle. "Is this some cunning new way of getting your evil way with me," Barbara enquired, with a wide grin, "because if it is young...." Her smile disappeared, to be replaced by a frown, as she noticed the frightened look on the young blonde's face. "Hey, whatever is the matter, Jen?" she asked, gripping the trembling girl by the shoulders. "What's happened?"

"I-I tried to phone you last night, but I couldn't g-get hold of you!" Jenny gasped, hugging her friend, tightly. "It's Tom, Tom Sweeny!"

"The security man? What about him?"

"He's got a video of us, when we were in the storeroom together, Barbara! He's threatening to show it to Mr. Peabody, and get us both fired! It's all my fault, Barbara!" she wailed, tears welling up in her lovely big eyes. "Please forgive me? I'm so sorry!"

Barbara's face went white, and a cold expression replaced her normally cheerful countenance. "What does he want?" she asked, grimly.

"Us! Well, more specifically, you! He's already had me!" Jenny answered, miserably.

"Now, now, calm down Jennifer, and tell me all about it, right from the very beginning! I'm sure we can work this out, somehow?" Barbara murmured, soothingly, stroking the girl's back.

Jenny gave her a tremulous smile and blinked away her tears. "Well, apparently, there are surveillance cameras all around the building, connected to monitors and video recorders in the main security office," she began.

"Drat, you should have realized that, you stupid bimbo!" Barbara cursed herself, silently.

"Oh, but not in the toilets, that's why I got you in here!" Jenny added, seeing the look on Barbara's face, and mistaking it for panic.

"Anyway, last night, after closing time, he got me around to his office, and showed me some of the tape... you know, when we were... were making love!"

Barbara nodded. "Go on!" she urged, grim-faced.

"Then he threatened to expose us, if I didn't do certain things for him! I had no choice, Barbara, I couldn't let him ruin your unblemished reputation, all because of me!"

"What sort of things?" Barbara snarled.

"He made me strip and do a lap dance for him, and then he forced me to have sex with him!"

The girl looked up into Barbara's face, tears glistening in her lovely eyes. "I didn't want to Barbara, honestly, but I had no choice! Afterwards, I thought he would give me the tape, but he said we weren't getting away with it that easily! Tonight he wants to have you, Barbara!" She began to sob, gently. "It's all my fault," she blubbered, "It's all my fault!"

"Don't worry, Jen, honey, everything's going to be all right!" Barbara crooned, patting Jenny's head against her breast. "I'll get my friend Batgirl to deal with the little pervert, once and for all!"

Jenny looked up, a gleam of hope mirrored in her damp eyes. "Batgirl?" she exclaimed. "Do you really think she would be willing to help us?"

"I'm sure of it," murmured Barbara, her eyes glittering like ice particles. "Now you get back to work, and leave Tom Sweeny to me and Batgirl!"

Jenny stretched up and tenderly kissed Barbara full on the lips. "You're wonderful!" She sighed, happily, pulling out a hankie and dabbing at her eyes dry. "Will I see you later?"

"Mmm! Get along now!" Barbara gave her a friendly smack on her shapely ass, as the young blonde squeezed past her and exited the ladies room.

Thursday, 1:15 pm

Barbara glanced up from her work, to see the leering features of Tom Sweeny peering around the office door. "Yes, can I help you, Tom?" she asked, removing her spectacles, and staring at him, coolly.

"Did your, huh, friend, had a word with you, this morning, Ms. Gordon?" he asked, with a cocky grin on his spotty features.

"If you mean Ms. Goodbody, then yes, she has spoken to me about you! I'm still contemplating whether to inform the police, and have you arrested for rape and attempted blackmail!"

Tom went a bright scarlet, and looked a little scared for a brief moment, but he quickly recovered his bravado. "You wouldn't do that?" he blustered, shaking his head. "It would ruin your reputation, as well as Blondie's, not to mention loosing both of you your jobs!"

"So, what exactly did you have in mind?" Barbara asked, staring at him, coolly. She ran the end of the one side of her spectacle frame, along her lower lip.

"Er, I thought you could come round to my office, after work, this evening, and we could... well, we could get a little better acquainted?"

"No!"

He scowled. "That video's going to create the scandal of the year, when the media gets hold of it!" he snarled.

"I can't make it after work, but I can come back later, say about ten o'clock?" Barbara said, in a calm voice. "Take it or leave it!"

"Okay, okay, I'll take it!" he replied, holding up both hands. He leaned forward, conspiratorially. "It'll give you the chance to slip into something sexy, instead of your usual boring work clothes!"

"I'll certainly do that, lover boy!" Barbara murmured under her breath, with a grim smile.

"See you later then, Ms. Gordon, or should I call you Barbara, now we are about to become real close friends?" He chuckled, and then swaggered off, down the corridor, whistling to himself.

Barbara shuddered. "What a creep!" she murmured, her upper lip curling up in disgust.

Thursday, 9:40 pm

Batgirl stared up at the imposing side of the Gothic style building, and then pointed the hand-held electronic scanner up at a small window some eighty feet above her head. According to the electronic readout, that window was the Library's 'Achilles Heel'. It wasn't alarmed, but then, it was in a supposedly inaccessible position.

She was standing in the shadows, in a narrow alley that served as a pedestrian walkway to the large public plaza in front of the Central Library. She glanced around one more time, to ensure there was no one about, and then flipped the scrambler switch on the electronic box of tricks (made to order by WayneTech Industries). She took the four limpet clamps from a black sack hanging from her utility belt, and quickly fastened them to her hands and feet.

Without a moment's hesitation, she began to scale the vertical sandstone wall, like a human fly. She reached the closed window and, taking care to maintain a three-point contact at all times, she levered the window open, with a Bat-jemmy. She pulled herself up and slipped inside, silently, dropping to the floor of the darkened broom closet, like a cat, before easing open the corridor door and cautiously peering out.

She was in the East wing of the library, no more than fifty feet from the security office of the building. The emergency corridor lights were already on. They came on automatically, whenever darkness descended. Batgirl slipped out of the closet, and stealthily padded along the corridor, toward her goal.

Thursday, 9:45 pm

Tom Sweeny had been lounging back in his control chair, idly playing with his cock, when the bank of monitors all lost their pictures, simultaneously, to be instantly replaced by displays of multi-colored interference.

"What the fuck?" he snarled, leaping out of his seat and twiddling a couple of knobs. "This has to be some kind of local interference," he muttered. "Nothing else could've caused all the security cameras to go off the air at the same instant! The power is still on!"

"Shit!" he swore, glancing at his watch. "Ten to ten! Time I was getting down to the side entrance, to let the Gordon woman back in!" He slipped his erection back into his pants, zipped them up and picked up his flashlight.

"I'll have to do something about the surveillance camera interference later!" He switched off the master switch, and the monitors all went dark.

As he stepped out into the dimly-lit hallway, a slim arm wrapped itself around his throat, almost choking him. "Hello Tommy boy," murmured a female voice, "going someplace?"

He tried to break free of her powerful hold, but failed.

"Don't try to struggle, Tommy boy," the unknown assailant warned, "or I'll be forced to break your scrawny neck!"

Something in her voice, told him she wasn't joking. "W-What do you want?" he cried, as she slammed him, face first, against the corridor wall.

"Yeow!" He cried out with pain, as she grabbed his one wrist and viciously twisted his arm up between his shoulder blades. She released her neck hold and rammed her knee into the small of his back, as she dragged his other arm around behind him.

"What is this?" he gasped. He'd never felt so frightened in all his life. Next second, he felt cold steel about his wrists, and a double click, as they were cuffed together.

She shoved him back into the office, and dragged him down onto the chair, before stepping round in front of him.

For the first time, he could see his unknown assailant. "Batgirl!" he gasped. "How did you...?"

"How did I get into the place?" she said, with a chuckle, standing in front of him in the classic Batgirl pose, legs spread apart and hands on her hips.

"She certainly is a sexy looking thing!" he decided, eyeing her shapely 35-24-36 inch figure, in it's clinging purple body stocking, short cape and ankle boots. Her face was partially hidden by an eye mask and Bat-cowl, and a chunky utility belt hung low on her shapely hips. He could clearly see the nipples of her breasts, outlined against the clinging material, complete with the bat emblem that was tightly stretched over them.

"Well, I AM the Batgirl," she added, with a knowing wink. She ran her hands down over the shapely contours of her breasts, and across her flat stomach, onto the tops of her thighs. "Like what you see, Tommy boy?" she murmured.

Tom gulped and nodded, despite his obvious state of terror.

"Barbara Gordon can't make it tonight, Tommy boy," she added, "so I'm taking her place!" She stepped forward, grabbed his hair, and yanked him to his feet. She then began to unbuckle the belt of his pants.

"W-what are you going to do?" he mumbled, as she savagely jerked down the zipper of his fly.

She shoved his pants down about his ankles, and gripped the front of his briefs. "Why I'm going to make all your wildest fantasies come true, Tommy boy!" she declared. With a single, savage yank, she tore his underpants off.

Tommy moaned with terror, as she took his cock in her gloved hand, and quickly jerked him into full erection. She squatted down in front of him and, sliding back the tight foreskin of his swollen knob, she ran her pink tongue over the darkened flesh, before sucking him into her mouth, between tight, purple-painted lips.

"Mmmm, ummm!"

"Damn!" he gasped, as her head started to bob up and down, as she took his full length deep inside her throat, time after time, squeezing his throbbing shaft between her pursed lips. He gasped with pleasure, thrusting his hips forward, as he felt the pressure building in his testicles. This was beyond his wildest dreams!

He was almost there when she stopped and rose to her feet, still gripping his twitching cock in one hand. "Where's the video tape, Tommy boy," she murmured, a dangerous glint in her eyes, giving his penis a sudden, powerful yank.

"Yeow!" He jerked with pain. "Huh, it's over there, on top of the desk," he gasped, hoarsely.

"And the copies?" she demanded, giving his manhood another savage twist.

"Aaaagh! There... there aren't any... Honest, Batgirl! I lied to Ms. Goodbody!" he sobbed.

"Good boy!" she murmured, releasing his cock and walking over and recovering the videotape. She dropped it into the black sack hanging from her utility belt, and pulled out an inflatable doll, complete with miniature air cylinder. She twisted the nozzle and with a loud hiss, the inflatable expanded into a fairly realistic, life-size model of a naked woman.

She rummaged around in the sack and removed a lacy, black garter belt and matching stockings. "You did express a preference for sexy undies, I understand?" she said, slipping the stockings and garter belt onto the blow-up doll.

"What are you g-going to do?" he asked, nervously, licking his thin lips.

"You'll find out soon enough," she murmured, walking over and dragging him over to the doll, by his erection. "Don't try anything!" she warned, as she unlocked his handcuffs, and positioned him behind the doll.

"It is complete in every detail!" she explained, bending the pneumatic figure forward, and exposing a realistic looking pussy hole. "Shove your thing in there, mister!" she ordered.

He nodded, timidly, and did as she'd instructed. The cold plastic didn't feel very realistic, but it did grip his cock tightly.

Batgirl cuffed his right ankle to the doll's right ankle, and then repeated the operation with the left ankles. She wrapped his arms about the doll's waist and produced two more sets of cuffs, handcuffing his wrists together, before wrapping the dolls arms around him, and handcuffing her wrists together. "There, a perfect lovers' embrace," she chuckled, stepping back a pace, to view her handiwork.

"What the hell's this for?" he snarled. "Is this how you get your kicks, Batgirl?"

Batgirl grabbed him by the hair, and yanked his head back. "Listen carefully, you little pervert!" she snarled. "If you ever utter one word about Barbara Gordon, or Jennifer Goodbody, to anyone, you'll have me to deal with! You're already going to have a lot of explaining to do, when your relief arrives at midnight. He's never going to believe the truth! I suggest you tell him that you were amusing yourself, and you misplaced the key to the handcuffs! Tomorrow, I suggested you hand in your resignation, because when the word of your embarrassing predicament gets around, this town won't be worth living in! Got it?"

She gave his hair another painful yank.

"Got it," he sobbed.

She gripped his neck, in a martial arts pressure hold and, with a gentle sigh, he slipped into unconsciousness. She positioned them, with the doll draped over the chair, with Tom entering her from behind, his manacled hands clutching her prominent breasts. Satisfied, she gathered up all evidence of her visit and exited the building, the same way she'd arrived, carefully locking the window behind her, and switching off the electronic interference.

Thursday, 10:35 pm

Just as she was climbing astride her powerful Batcycle, Batgirl glanced up and noticed the Bat-signal shining brightly in the night sky over Gotham. "Darn," she muttered, "what does Daddy want now?" She was only a few minutes ride from Police Headquarters, so she gunned the 750 CC engine, and drove there, at the double.

She strode, confidently, into Commissioner James Gordon's office, her high-heeled ankle boots clicking on the wooden flooring. At their sound, Jim Gordon spun around from the window. "Batgirl, thank goodness you're here!" he exclaimed. "We still haven't managed to raise the Dynamic Duo, but I have received this picture postcard from Hawaii!" He picked up the card and passed it over.

"Hi, Commissioner. Wish you were here!" she read, aloud. It was unsigned, with a photograph of a scantily clad Hula-Hula dancer on the front. "Hmm?" She glanced up at her father. "So, why did you send for me, Dadd..., er, Commissioner?" she asked, perching her shapely ass on the corner of his desk.

The Police Commissioner swallowed hard. "We have discovered the identity of that dead woman from the park!" he replied. "She is, or rather was, the wife of Howard Greenback, the silicon rubber magnate. The guy who made his fortune from various industrial and cosmetic applications of silicon rubber! I believe his young wife was rumored to have already availed herself of some of his cosmetic enhancements?"

"Yeah, I've heard of him!" Batgirl mused.

"Apparently, she was kidnapped, sometime during Saturday evening, and when Greenback arrived home, he found a message from Ivor Bigun, demanding a million dollars ransom!"

"My, my, he's a fast worker!" Batgirl exclaimed. "He'd only escaped from Arkham a few hours earlier! How come Greenback didn't get in touch with the authorities sooner?"

"Because, Bigun threatened to kill his lovely young bride, if there was even a whiff of the police! The unfortunate thing was that Bigun decided to have his jollies, before the ransom had been paid, and ended up getting nothing, as a consequence!"

"Hmm, so the ransom was never paid?" Batgirl mused, stroking her chin, thoughtfully. "That means Bigun is probable still short of cash, and is desperate to get his hands on some?" She crossed her shapely legs, swinging one high-heeled boot back and forth in front of the almost hypnotized Police Commissioner, unaware of the effect she was having on him.

"Every moment that pervert remains at liberty, is a threat to every female citizen of Gotham!" exclaimed the Commissioner, wringing his hands and sweating, profusely.

"Calm yourself, Commissioner!" Batgirl said firmly, running a hand through his graying temples. "I have formulated a plan, that is about to come to fruition! With luck, by this time tomorrow evening, Ivor Bigun will be back behind bars!"

"Let us hope so, Batgirl!" Jim Gordon replied, fervently, dragging his eyes from her superb boobs. "Let us hope so!"



Batgirl Risks All Ch. 06



Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!

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

The Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Risks All

Chapter 6: Cat Out Of The Bag

Thursday, 11:55 pm

Harry Hartmann stomped up the stairs and strode along the corridor toward the security office, with an angry frown on his wrinkled face. Harry was not a happy security guard. He'd had to power up his hand-held computer and unlock all the over-rides at the rear entrance, to get in, because that idle son of a bitch Sweeny hadn't been there to let him in at the start of his shift! Harry had been working at the library for sixteen years and he figured it was time that little jumped-up upstart began showing him a little respect!

"Where the hell were you?" he stormed, as he strode into the security office. He came to an abrupt halt and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, at the sight that greeted them. Sweeny was slumped over the chair, having apparently fallen asleep while screwing some bimbo?

He walked over and grabbed the kid's arm. "What the hell..." He stopped, suddenly realizing that the assumed female was a actually one of those blow-up sex toys. He started to chuckle. "Well, well, well! Caught in the act at last, you little pervert!" he growled. Harry had never liked the cocky, spotty faced youth very much, and this only confirmed some of his earlier opinions.

He suddenly noticed that the two of them were handcuffed together. "Must be one of those bondage freaks!" he grunted, in disgust.

Friday, 9:35 am

"Barbara, have you heard?" gasped the breathless blonde, as she rushed into the Assistant Head Librarian's office. "Tom Sweeny's been caught with his pants down... literally!"

Barbara turned away from her computer screen, slipped off her spectacles, and raised a neatly-plucked, inquiring eyebrow at Jennifer. "You don't say?"

"Yes! Apparently, Harry Hartmann, caught him screwing this..." Jenny leaned in close to Barbara's ear, "this blow-up doll!" she finished in a loud whisper. "They were handcuffed together, and the little pervert must've accidentally lost the key? He's already handed in his notice, apparently?"

"Well, well, it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy!" Barbara replied, with barely concealed irony. "By the way, Batgirl tells me that she's managed to retrieve and destroy all the video evidence of our little...."

"Oh golly! That's marvelous!" Jenny cried, forgetting where she was for a moment, and hugging Barbara tightly, around her neck. After a moment, she drew her head back and stared into Barbara's eyes. "Do you think Batgirl had anything to do with it?" she asked, frowning.

"Careful Jenny, someone might walk in and see us!" Barbara hissed, changing the subject. "And don't forget about those darned security cameras!"

"Oh, yeah!" Jenny pulled away, guiltily. "Do you think Tom will tell anyone about us?" she asked, with a worried look on her youthful face.

"I don't think so, honey! Batgirl has had a strong word with him! Anyway, who on Earth would believe a word he says, after this?"

"Yeah, right!" Jenny big, blue eyes lit up and she smiled, happily.

Friday, 9:45 am

Meanwhile, Ivor Bigun was sitting down, watching a video recording. "Why didn't you let me see this earlier!" he demanded, turning to face the large, trembling figure of Lucy Lastik, who was standing alongside him.

"I've only just got around to viewing this week's tapes from the spy cameras!" Lucy protested. "I brought it around, as soon as I realized its significance, hon!"

"Hmm!" Ivor turned back to the T.V. screen. On the video tape, two women had just entered the room, and sat talking, close together on a large four-poster bed. From the high position of the camera, it was possible to see straight down the plunging neckline of the redhead's little, black number. "Ms. St. Claire isn't wearing a bra," Ivor noted, absently.

"So, what happened then?" enquired the blonde girl wearing the housecoat.

"Well, Lucy groped me at the bar," the redhead replied, with a grin.

"Not that! What happened about the meeting she was supposed to arrange?"

"I told you, the meeting has been set up for next Saturday night! I'm to meet Bigun on the corner of Belfry Street and Vine, at ten o'clock in the evening!"

"Isn't that highly dangerous," exclaimed the blonde girl, clutching the redhead's hand.

The redhead patted the other girl's hand. "It's all right honey, Batgirl will be there! As soon as Bigun shows, she will reveal herself, and take him into custody, so there's no possible risk to myself!"

"Are you sure she will be there?" asked the obviously anxious blonde. "I couldn't stand it, if something happened to you, Barbara, not after what we did together!" She reached out removed a stray lock of hair from the other girl's forehead.

"I can guarantee that she will be there," the red-haired stunner promised, smiling. "This time, the evil bastard is going to be put away for good!"

"That's what you think, you stupid bimbo!" Ivor snarled, pressing the pause button, just as the redhead started pulling off her high heels. He turned back to Lucy. "You say this is the same bitch I'm supposed to be meeting tomorrow night?" he snapped.

"Y-Yes Ivor, dear," she replied, nodding vigorously, "but you won't be going, now that you know it's a trap, will you?"

"Oh yes I will!" He gave a nasty chuckle that made Lucy's blood run cold. "But, now, me and the boys will have a nasty little surprise awaiting Ms. Barbara fucking St. Claire, or whatever her real name is, and that kinky slut, Batgirl!"

He restarted the tape, and sat back to enjoy the rest of the show! "Come, sit down beside me, mother!" he said, patting the cushioned seat. "Let's both watch the main event together?"

Will Bigun manage to capture Batgirl?

If so, will she escape from his evil clutches?

For these and other answers, read Chapter 7, coming soon!



Batgirl Risks All Ch. 07



Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!

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

The Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Risks All

Chapter 7: Into The Frying Pan

Saturday, 9:45 pm

Barbara wiggled her way along the sidewalk, her five-inch spiky heels click-clacking on the concrete slabs, as she approached the junction of Belfry Street and Vine. She'd decided to come in her hooker disguise, rather than in her Batgirl persona, just in case Bigun had the place staked out. It wouldn't do for him to become suspicious at this crucial stage.

She was wearing a short, knitted cropped top that barely came down to the bottom of her breasts, leaving her stomach and most of her back bare; skin-tight, high-cut, hot-pants over crotch-less pantyhose; and, of course, high-heel pumps. This outfit didn't restrict her movement excessively, and wouldn't create undue suspicion in the red-light district. In her purse, she carried a number of Bat-gadgets, to help in the capture of Bigun and any comrades in crime! She felt supremely confident!

She arrived at the corner, beneath a street lamp, and glanced at her watch. "Five to ten! No sign of Bigun, or any of his henchmen?" She began to pace back and forth. "I hope nothing's gone wrong?" she muttered, glancing at her watch again. "Two minutes past ten!" She tugged at the tight crotch of her shorts. She'd enjoyed dressing up as a slut these last few days, but some of her outfits had been a little uncomfortable, to say the least.

She leant against the wall, and raising her left leg, slipped her shoe off, and massaged her aching foot. There was still no sign of Bigun. "Probably double-checking to see if I've brought the cops?" she decided.

Suddenly, she heard a slight swishing noise from above, and looked up, just as the weighted, falling net enmeshed her in it's clutches, knocking her to the ground. She struggled to regain her feet, but three big men appeared out of nowhere, piling on top of her, and wrapping the net about her, with the aid of lengths of chain.

Finally, she was dragged, gasping and panting to her feet, and the ominous figure of Ivor Bigun loomed over her.

"What the fuck's going on, Bigun?" she gasped, angrily, her hair entangled in the netting. "You and I are here to come to a mutually beneficial business arrangement! Tell your goons to let go of me, at once, or the whole deal is off!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that Ms. St. Claire, or should I say, Ms. Barbara Gordon?"

Barbara froze, a look of shock on her face.

"Yes, I've been doing a little checking up on you," he added, with a chuckle, seeing the momentary look of panic in her eyes. "It's a shame your good friend Batgirl doesn't appear to have shown up to help you. We gave her a few extra minutes. Tsk! Tsk! It appears she has let you down, badly?"

"What are you going to do with me, Bigun?" Barbara panted, defiantly, her eyes searching desperately for her missing purse.

"Are you looking for this?" Bigun bent down and picked up the black leather purse from the sidewalk. He peered inside. "Hmm, I think I'd better hang onto this, for the time being! As for your question, I have some interesting plans for you, Ms. Gordon, and I'm sure that Daddy will be only to glad to part with a few bucks, to ensure your eventual safety?"

He chuckled evilly. "Bring her!" he commanded, turning away.

Barbara was dragged, kicking and swearing, into the back of an unmarked van, and thrown to the floor. The vehicle roared off, and, after a few minutes, screeched to a halt again. She heard the sound of heavy roller doors being opened, and with a jerk, and a squeal of tires, the van passed through into a darkened building.

Someone climbed into the back and cut away the netting from around her head and placed a blindfold over her eyes. She was then manhandled out of the vehicle and stood upright, while they freed her from the animal netting, and handcuffed her wrists together behind her back. In addition, her arms were bound with nylon rope above the elbows, before she was dragged, screaming and cursing, through the large, echoing room, and into a second room beyond.

"You can remove her blindfold now!" growled a menacing voice that she recognized as that of Bigun.

Barbara blinked, in the bright light of the overhead strip lighting, and saw Ivor Bigun standing before her, in some sort of ramshackle office.

"My, my, but you're a pretty one, Ms. Gordon," he chuckled, reaching out and pushing up her knitted tank-top, fully revealing her naked, heaving breasts to everyone present. "I shall enjoy getting to know you better!" He ran his large hands over her firm, round breasts, before flicking her nipples into full erection, with his thumbs.

"Go screw yourself, you... you pervert!" Barbara snapped, straightening her back and standing as tall as she could, as she stared into his face, contemptuously.

"Well, well, a little she-cat!" He chuckled, but his eyes were glistening like shards of ice. "Let's see just how much she's really worth boys?" he added.

"You bastard!" Barbara gasped, as hands moved about her waist, holding her firmly, while other fingers unbuttoned her shorts and yanked them down about her ankles, before tugging them from her feet.

"Crotch-less pantyhose, no less?" Bigun hissed, with an evil chuckle. "I see you came well prepared, baby!"

"When my father gets his hands on you, he'll kill you, Bigun," she panted, unable to cover herself, as he ogled her luxuriant red beaver.

"Oh, I'm sure we can come to some less drastic arrangement, Ms. Gordon, or may I call you Barbara, since we are about to become such good friends?" He reached out and ran the widespread fingers of his right hand, through her curly pubic thatch. "Very good friends!" he added, with a disgusting leer.

She spat in his face, but he didn't react as she had expected. With spittle still running down his cheek, he moved his hand lower, and slipped three fingers between her labia, jerking them in and out of her, while his thumb pressed hard and painfully against her burgeoning clitoris. "I'm afraid you need to be taught a little respect!" he hissed, angrily.

"Aaaagghh, aaaugh!" She arched her back, writhing her hips and crying out with pain, until he finally eased off the pressure on her sensitive little love bud, and the residual pain merged with the pleasure.

"Before this is all over, you are going to wish you were dead, Miss 'high and mighty' Gordon!" he snarled, stepping forward and slipping his right hand down between her buttocks. He located her tight sphincter, and thrust his index finger into her anus, giving it a cruel twist and causing her to gasp and cry out with pain.

Tears sprang to her big, green eyes, as she continued to stare at him, unbowed.

He grinned and removed his finger. "Take her away boys!"

A gag was placed over Barbara's mouth and nostrils, and she smelled chloroform. She tried to shake herself free of it, but it was no use, she could only hold her breath for so long! Soon, she was forced to breath in the narcotic fumes, and everything started to go black...

Saturday, 11:00 pm

When Barbara regained consciousness, she found herself standing in total blackness, with her hands held high and wide above her head, by some sort of metal shackles fixed about her wrists. She tried to move them, and heard the clink of chain links. She tried to move her feet, and realized that she also had heavy manacles fastened about her trim ankles, as she recognized the sound of metal chain links dragging across the concrete floor.

Even though she was effectively blind, Barbara was aware that she had been chained up, totally naked. She could feel subtle drafts and changes of air pressure against her naked flesh, and felt her nipples peaking in the cool air. "They certainly aren't taking any chances with me escaping?" she muttered, testing her restraints once again, to see if she could force her small hands out of the steel shackles, but it was useless. Without her various Bat-gadgets, she was virtually powerless.

Suddenly, an overhead light bulb came on and, moments later, Ivor Bigun entered the room. "Ah, I'm glad to see you're awake, Barbara," he said, with a false cheerfulness. "I thought I'd let you know that my ransom demand for a half-a-million bucks has been duly dispatched to your father, Police Commissioner Gordon!"

"A... a half-a-million," Barbara gasped. "How on Earth do you expect Daddy to come up with that kind of money? He's only a humble public servant!"

Bigun shrugged his shoulders. He was wearing his infamous black body stocking, with the silver briefs and codpiece. "Perhaps your so-called pal, Batgirl, can chip in with some of the cash?" he said, sarcastically, walking over to her. He ran his coarse hands over her naked breasts, flattened somewhat by her raised arm position, then down over her taut, trembling stomach, as she gave an involuntary shiver of loathing. "That doesn't mean we can't have some fun in the meantime, though," he added, with a grin, "does it?"

She stared at him defiantly, haughtily, as he continued to play with her nipples, quickly bringing them to fully erect hardness. She almost told him to get stuffed, but bit down on her lip, instead. It would be a fruitless exercise, in her present predicament, and only succeed in making him angry!

He took a step back, and unfastened the side clasps of his silver briefs, pulling them aside, along with the attached codpiece. Barbara stared in horrified fascination, as his huge penis came into view. It hung down, soft and fat against his ball-sack, like some giant, revolting white worm.

"Admiring my equipment?" he asked, smugly, seeing the look on her face. He took himself in hand, and started to stroke himself into erection.

"Why don't you let me do that for you?" Barbara murmured, huskily, turning on a sexy smile, despite her aching muscles.

He looked at her, suspiciously. "This some kinda trick?" he asked, scowling.

"Not at all!" she replied, putting a hurt look on her face. "Believe me, you'd enjoy it! You only need to un-cuff one of my wrists. There's no way that I could get free!"

He grinned at this. "True!" he conceded.

"Very well!" He stepped forward and released her left wrist, and she wrapped her fist about his now semi-erect organ. "But any funny business and I'll make you suffer, bitch!" he warned, menacingly.

Barbara grinned, and began to jerk him off, watching in amazement, as his cock swiftly grew to a massive ten inches in length. She had thought such massive members were just a figment of the imagination of writers of erotica!

"Impressive, huh?" he growled, as she positioned the domed head at the entrance to her sex.

"Mmm, wonderful!" she sighed. "Now shut up and do me!"

Surprised by the redhead's apparent eagerness, he allowed her to draw him fully into her pussy. "God, she's tight!" Ivor thought, delightedly, as she clamped her internal muscles about his weapon.

Barbara began to rotate and grind her hips, like a real hooker, as Bigun started to piston in and out of her cunt. "Cum you bastard, cummmm!" she prayed, silently. "Nooo, noooo! Aaaaaahh! Yes, yes, unnnggghhhh!" she cried, as he thrust into her faster and more urgently, encouraged by her cries of passion.

Tears glistened in her lovely green eyes, as Barbara tried to ignore the terrific pain caused by his hugeness, hoping he would inflict no permanent damage. Soon, her pussy was dripping wet with her secretions, as he pounded into her like a rutting stag.

Suddenly, she felt Ivor stiffen slightly, and give a low groan. Moments later, a flood of warm wetness bathed the inside of her vulva and his pistoning shaft. She gasped with pleasure, as his climax triggered her own orgasm, and a flood of girl lubrication followed. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried thrusting her hips forward, trying to absorb every inch of his massive tool. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Ivor!"

Ivor Bigun rammed his massive cock into her, again and again. "This slut is the best fuck yet!" he thought, delightedly, as she continued to eagerly thrust back, determined to absorb every single inch of his man-meat.

Soon, his cock began to shrivel to mere mortal dimensions, and she withdrew it, dripping from her sopping slit, caressing it, rubbing their combined cum over her hand and between her fingers. "Mmm, that was so good, sooh good!" she gasped dreamily, slipping her fist inside of herself, and trying for a second climax.

He yanked her hand out. "Not bad, bitch," he snarled, "but I do all the fuckin' 'round here, so no frigging yourself off!" He took her spunk-coated hand and locked her wrist back in the shackle hanging down above her head. She hung there, head thrown back and eyes closed, his cum running down the insides of her milky thighs, a satisfied smile on her face. "This bitch is the biggest whore I've ever fucked," he decided, with a sneer.

"I'll be back when I've got another full load to give you!" he added, with an evil grin. "Try not to get too frustrated in the meantime, my love?" He picked up his silver briefs and buckled them back into place, then walked away, chuckling loudly.

Barbara hung from her chains, spunk oozing from her aching pussy, head thrown back, as she panted for breath. As soon as Bigun was out of the room, she began to pull and twist on her left arm, gradually sliding the cum-soaked hand through the tight steel band. It was just as she'd hoped and prayed! The potent mixture of Bigun's semen and her own secretions, was acting as an efficient lubricant, enabling her to gradually squeeze her hand through the tight metallic constriction. With a final gasp of pain, her slimy hand popped free of the steel shackle.

She peered around, examining her surroundings in detail, for the first time. She appeared to be in some sort of abandoned engineering workshop. Her wrists had been shackled to lengths of chain that were looped about an overhead R.S.J., originally used by a hoist. Her ankle manacles were chained to large eyebolts set in the dirty, stained concrete floor, forcing her legs apart. "Yuk! Some of those stains look suspiciously like bloodstains," she gasped, with a shudder. The workshop was deserted, and obviously had not been used for many years.

She rubbed the fingers of her freed hand against her sopping pussy, and then smeared the sticky mixture over her right wrist and hand. She slipped three fingers inside herself, liberally coating them with his creamy spunk, before inserting them under the right manacle and wiping them over her chaffed skin. "That should be enough!" she muttered, standing on her toes and gripping the shackle with her free hand. She gradually worked the steel cuff back and forth, as she tried to pull her hand free, gritting her teeth against the excruciating pain. Finally, her hand slid out of the metal constriction, accompanied by a sobbing sigh of relief!

She stood there rubbing her hands and wrists, panting heavily from her exertions, her breasts heaving fetchingly, as she slowly recovered her composure. She then felt into her mouth, and broke off the false caps she had fitted to her lower back two molars. Squatting down on her haunches, she shattered one of the small glass vials on the link of chain closest to her right ankle shackle then, taking care to avoid any contact with her skin, she dripped the contents onto it. She watched, impatiently, as the super-powerful acid gave off a cloud of yellow fumes, and ate through the high-tensile steel, like a hot knife through butter. She repeated the operation on the chain link attached to her other ankle band, and it too, fell away within a matter of minutes.

Finally, she was free. Barbara padded over to the exit doorway, crouching low, and carefully peered outside. The wide double-door led into a large abandoned warehouse, dirty and dusty, with grimy, cracked windows set high up in the rusting, corrugated-steel walls.

Over to one side, Bigun's three henchmen were sitting on packing crates, playing cards, and joking and laughing amongst themselves, as they drank from cans of beer. There was no way she could get across the open space and out through the exit, without one of them spotting her?

To the right, was an office cabin with large glass window. Inside, she could see Bigun sitting at a desk, drinking a mug of steaming tea or coffee, engrossed in some sort of magazine.

She glanced up. High above her head was a narrow inspection catwalk, that led directly to the outer wall above the exit, where there was a small trapdoor leading outside. "If only I had my Bat-arang!" she groaned, silently. "It would've been a cinch to scale up a nylon cable attached to it, and make my escape along that walkway, with no-one the wiser!"

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as she noticed a set of rusty iron rungs set in a supporting column, leading up to the overhead catwalk. The rungs were positioned on the opposite side of the column to the card players, so she would be hidden from their view, as she ascended them!

Unfortunately, she would be in full view of Ivor Bigun, for most of her climb. If he should happen to glance out of the office window, he couldn't fail to spot her! Still, she would have to take that chance! She slipped out of the door, and dodged behind a stack of long abandoned wooden pallets, watching where she placed her bare feet. It wouldn't do to step on a rusty screw or nail.

"Unfortunately, Batgirl, pink is not an ideal camouflage color!" she realized, as she darted across eight feet of open space, and pressed herself up against the back of the foot-wide, rusting steel support, heart pounding and tits rising and falling. She was out of sight of the card-players, but in full view of Bigun, should he happen to glance up from his reading matter.

She froze for a moment, panting slightly. "Luckily, he seems engrossed in that copy of Playboy magazine!" she thought, thankfully, as she inched her naked body around, then began to carefully climb the narrow steel rungs. Had Bigun looked up, at that moment, he would have seen just about the nicest pair of firm, round buttocks in all of Gotham City!

The rungs were quite painful on her bare soles, but Barbara continued upward, gritting her teeth, until she reached the narrow catwalk. It was barely a foot wide, with a single handrail fixed to one side. She began to inch her way along the catwalk on her hands and knees, keeping her head and ass as low as possible. If one of them looked up now, all would be lost! Her dangling breasts scraped against the greasy, filth encrusted metal surface, as she hunkered down low and silently inched her way along.

Suddenly, Bigun appeared in the doorway of the office. "Phil, go out and get us all a pizza, will ya?" he called over to one of the men.

Sure boss, any particular type?" came the reply, in a thick Scottish accent.

"Naw, I don't care! I could eat just about anything, I feel ravenous!"

"Sex does that for you, boss!" Phil said, with a grin, rising from his crate. There were loud guffaws of laughter from the other two hoods. Bigun grinned, then returned to his magazine, while Phil headed for the exit.

Barbara raised her face up from the steel plate, where she'd flattened herself, and breathed a sigh of relief, before resuming her progress. She squirmed the remainder of the way on her belly and thighs. Finally, she reached the hatchway in the outer wall.

"Darn!" she muttered to herself. It was bolted shut. She tried the rusted bolt, but it was seized solid. She tugged at it, desperately, starting to panic.




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"Now, now calm down!" she told herself. "Think, Barbara, think!" Suddenly her face lit up, and she slipped a filthy finger inside her still oozing sex, moving it in and out, until it was liberally coated with cum. She smeared the sticky mixture over the rusted bolt and tried it again. "Still no luck!" she grunted to herself, re-inserting her finger in her vagina, in search of more lubrication.

She smeared it over the rusted surface and tried again. With a loud squeak, the bolt gave a little.

"What was that?" growled one of the thugs below, glancing around, suspiciously.

"Aw, nothin'," retorted his companion, "ya know how these old buildings creak and groan as they settle?"

"Hmm?" Apparently satisfied with this explanation, the man settled back, and glanced at his hand of cards. "I'll bet five bucks!"

Barbara heaved a sigh of relief, and gradually eased the bolt back all the way. She eased open the maintenance hatch, and peered out onto a small factory yard, enclosed on three sides, with a tall ironwork gate set in high wall, giving access to a back street, on the remaining side. She slipped quietly through the hatchway, and hauled herself up onto the sloping, corrugated steel roof just above it, then made her way over to a metal inspection ladder attached to the brick wall, some twenty feet away, that led down into the yard.

She swiftly descended the ladder and made for the gate, which had conveniently been left slightly ajar, by Bigun's Scottish crony. "Thank heaven for a cloudy, almost moonless night!" Barbara murmured, as the naked, filth smeared heroine slipped out through the gates, and jogged down the street.



Batgirl Risks All Ch. 08



Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!

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

Chapter 8: Jenny Discovers All

Sunday, 1:05 am

"Jenny, is that you?" Barbara hissed, into the telephone handset.

"Huh? Who's the hell's this, calling at this time of night?" replied Jennifer, in a grumpy voice, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand.

"It's me honey, Barbara!"

Jennifer was instantly wide-awake. "Barbara, what's happened?" she gasped, excitedly. "Did Batgirl's plan work?"

"Not exactly! Jenny, listen carefully! I want you to phone Commissioner Gordon, and tell him to get over to a small derelict engineering factory, on Madison Street, with as many men as he can muster at this late hour! With luck, he should find Bigun and his three goons there! Then I want you to drive over to that little public park, off Vine Street, and meet me just inside the main gates! Bring a raincoat or something similar with you!"

"Why, it isn't raining?" Jenny said, in a slightly puzzled tone.

"Just do it, Jen! Oh, and please hurry!"

Barbara hung up and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's a good job I know the phone company's secret payphone code," she muttered to herself, thankfully. It had enabled her to make the free call to Jennifer, which was lucky, since she hadn't got any small change on her! Hell, she'd hadn't got ANYTHING on her, for that matter!

She stepped out of the phone booth, deep in thought, and bumped into a smelly, homeless tramp, who just happened to be shuffling past, no doubt looking for a bench to sleep on for the night.

He stared in amazement at the naked female in front of him, as she blushed a deep pink, then turned and ran off, as fast as her long lithe legs would carry her. "Young girls, these days," he exclaimed, shaking his gray-haired head in bemusement, "they're all so damned slutty!"

Sunday, 1:06 am

Ivor Bigun bent down, and picked up the partially dissolved chain link.

"There's no way she could've escaped on her own!" he snarled, twisting around to stare at his three henchmen, suspiciously. "The bitch must've had inside help?"

"It wasn't any of us!" pleaded Phil McAvity, the Scotsman. "We were in the warehouse, playing cards all the time, except for when I went to fetch the pizzas! The last person to come in here was you, boss!"

"I'd like to know how the hell she got out?" added Ben Dover, scratching his bald head, perplexed. "The bitch would've had to come right passed us! There's only the one exit!"

"It must've been the Bat-bitch!" exclaimed Big Willie. "Nobody else could've pulled off a stunt like this!" Little did he realize how right he was!

"We'd better get outta here, pronto!" growled Bigun. "The cops could be swarming all over the joint, any minute now!"

They gang piled all their personal possessions into the station wagon, climbed on board, and it roared out of the gateway at high speed, with a squeal of tires. As they drove down Madison Street, they could hear the sound of the approaching police sirens, in the distance.

Sunday, 1:55 am

Jennifer drew up outside the public park, in her compact Toyota convertible, applied the parking brake and climbed out. She could see the telephone kiosk, some fifty yards down the street from the park gates, but there was no sign of Barbara. Jenny was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, tennis shorts and sneakers, since it was a rather humid night. As she leant over the side of the car, through the open window, and picked up her raincoat from off the rear seat, she must've been a sight for sore eyes!

She glanced around to ensure that there was no-one about, then strolled over to the closed wrought-iron gates. She noticed that someone had broken the original lock, and the gates were loosely held together by a length of chain and a padlock, as a temporary measure. The damage looked pretty ancient though. She drew in her breath and just managed to squirm through the narrow gap between them, into the park.

Jennifer peered around. The park looked deserted. "Barbara," she hissed, "where are you? Barb..."

"Psst! Over here!"

Jenny spun around, and saw Barbara's head and bare shoulders sticking up from behind some dense bushes. "Are you naked, Barbara?" she asked, going goggle-eyed with surprise.

"Shut up, and pass me the coat!" Barbara snapped, holding out a bare arm.

Jenny passed the raincoat over, grinning broadly, at her friend's obvious embarrassment.

"What kept you, anyway?" Barbara complained, as she pulled on the raincoat.

"It's a long haul over here, from my place!" Jenny retorted.

A few seconds later, Barbara stepped out from behind the bush, buckling up the broad belt of the raincoat. "It's a bit on the short side, isn't it?" she complained.

"That's how people are wearing them this season!" retorted Jenny, as they squeezed through the gate and walked back to the car, together. "Have you got ANYTHING on at all, underneath that?"

Barbara gave her an embarrassed grin, and shook her head. "Nope, not a stitch!"

"How come?" Jenny asked, as they climbed into the car, and Jenny fired up the engine.

"I'm afraid Batgirl's plan went horribly wrong, Jen! Bigun knew it was a trap, and he also knew who I was! I had no choice but to allow myself to get captured! If it hadn't been for Batgirl's courage and nerve, I would never have managed to escape his evil clutches! He was going to do all sorts of despicable things to me, Jenny!" Barbara shuddered, tears glistening in her lovely green eyes.

"What happened to Batgirl?" asked Jenny, breathlessly, as she pulled away from the curb.

"I left her to keep an eye on the villains, until the law turns up!"

"I'm taking you straight home," Jenny announced. "You look terrible! And," she added, "I'm staying the night! You're in no condition to be left on your own!"

Barbara nodded, dumbly, pulling down the short hem of the raincoat, which barely covered her naked pussy.

Jenny passed over a tiny lace hankie. "There's a greasy smudge on the end of your nose, honey!" she murmured, keeping both eyes on the road, as they moved away from downtown Gotham, towards the leafier suburbs. There were a lot of other smudges, as well, but she refrained from mentioning them.

Barbara cleaned herself up, using plenty of spit, and the vanity mirror on the back of the sun visor, before scrubbing as much of the filth as possible, from her arms, thighs and knees.

Jenny caught a brief flash of pussy, out of the corner of her eye. She had been right in her guess. Barbara was completely naked beneath the raincoat! She almost wet her panties at the thought.

Sunday, 2:25 am

"I must've left the lights on?" Barbara said, with a slight frown. The key turned in the Yale lock and Barbara pushed open the door. "Come on in, Jenny," she said, tiredly. "Make yourself at home!"

She walked through into the lounge, unbuckling the belt of her raincoat, and froze, just as she was about to pull it open and shrug it off her shoulders.

"Good evening, Barbara, dear!" said the Commissioner of Police, rising from the couch. "I hope you don't mind, but I let myself in with my key, a few minutes ago?"

"Oh? H-Hi, Daddy!" Barbara exclaimed, swiftly getting over the initial shock, and wrapping the skimpy raincoat tight about herself again and buckling up the belt. "I, ah, I think you already know my friend from work, Jennifer?"

Jim smiled at Jenny. "Good evening young lady," he said, with a sparkle in his old eyes. "I hope you're not in the habit of keeping my daughter out this late every night?" He deliberately glanced at his pocket watch.

"G-Good evening, Mr. Gordon!" Jenny replied, shaking his outstretched hand. "We've, ah, just got back from our girl's night out! We were having such a good time, I guess we both lost track of the time?"

He eyed her up and down, disapprovingly, noting that she was obviously bra-less beneath her tight, white T-shirt, and that her skimpy shorts left little to the imagination. "If I may be so bold, young lady, I would suggest you dress a little more, um, conservatively, in future! Gotham City isn't the safest place for a young girl to be out in, so late at night!"

Jenny nodded "Yes, Sir!" she replied, respectfully.

He turned back to Barbara. "Well take your raincoat off dear," he urged, "and offer Ms. Goodbody a mug of cocoa, or something? Why you're wearing a raincoat in this sultry weather, is beyond me?" He glanced down and noticed Barbara's bare feet. "What in heaven's name happened to your shoes, princess?"

Barbara felt herself blushing. "I, ah, I've left them in Jen's car, Daddy! My poor feet were killing me, so I slipped them off! Er, anyway, what brings you here at this late hour?" she asked, deliberately changing the subject.

The Commissioner suddenly looked serious. "We've just narrowly missed out on nabbing Ivor Bigun and his dastardly crew, this evening, ladies!" he declared, in an obviously irate tone.

Barbara groaned under her breath, trying to hide her disappointment from her father. "What happened, Daddy?" she asked, with a sigh.

"Well, we had this anonymous tip-off, from some female, saying he was holed up in this derelict factory over on Madison, and that Batgirl was keeping tabs on him! It turned out that we found neither, when we got there! Let's pray the Dark Damsel has managed to trail that homicidal rapist and his motley crew, to their new hide-out?"

His grim expression softened. "I had only just received a ransom note from Bigun, in which he claimed to have kidnapped you princess! Thank goodness, it turned out to be nothing more than a diabolical bluff! For a while there, I was almost out of my mind with worry!"

Barbara hurried over and gave her father a big hug. "I'm fine Daddy," she murmured. "I'm sure it was all some devious scheme on his part, to con you out of your police pension?" She stepped back and yawned, almost stretching her arms in the air, before realizing what it would do to the short hem of her raincoat! If her father ever suspected that she was naked beneath the coat, he would go bananas! "I'm absolutely beat, Daddy!" she declared. "I'm sure you can entertain Jenny, while I go take a quick shower?"

"I'm sorry darling, but I must hurry back to headquarters!" he said, apologetically. "Batgirl may, even now, be trying to contact me on the Bat-phone?"

She gave him a loving peck on his cheek. "Okay Daddy, but don't work too hard, or too late," she murmured.

Commissioner Gordon said goodnight to Jenny, and let himself out.

As soon as he had exited the apartment, both girls burst into a fit of giggling. "Phew! That was a close call," Barbara said, with a chuckle, slipping off her raincoat. "Now, I really need to take that shower! Just look at the state of me!"

Jenny stared in amazement, at Barbara's filthy elbows, and the smudges of grease and dirt on her breasts, arms and belly. Her gaze switched to the pleasing swell of Barbara's mons, and she observed her matted pubic hair and the dried cum stains on the insides of her thighs. "What happened to you?" she gasped, wrinkling up her nose in disgust.

"I'm afraid that Bigun had his evil way with me, before I managed to escape! His name is certainly no misnomer!" Barbara added, with a look of revulsion on her face, as she recollected her recent ordeal.

"Did he... Did he damage you?" Jenny asked, anxiously.

Barbara shook her head. "No, thank goodness! Now, I really must take that shower, Jen! I need to wash his disgusting stench off me, as well as the dirt! I feel so... so UNCLEAN!"

"You are a pretty disgusting sight!" Jenny agreed, with a grin. "Just call me, if you need any help scrubbing your back?"

*****

Barbara exited the bathroom, wearing a short, terry cloth robe and a towel wrapped around her damp hair. It took all of Jenny's will power to keep from ravishing her, right there and then! "It's all yours!" Barbara announced. "While your having a shower, I'll go get a couple of sheets and a pillow, so that you can sleep on the sofa! Then, I think I'll get my head down! I feel totally exhausted!"

"What are we going to do about Bigun?" Jenny asked, frowning.

"Hmm! We'll have to see if we can get a fresh lead using that nightclub boss, Lucy Lastik! With a bit of luck, she may lead us, er Batgirl, right to him!"

When Jenny returned, twenty minutes later, there was no sign of Barbara. She peeped back into the bedroom and noticed her lying in bed, fast asleep. She finished drying her hair, and then slipped naked between the sheets that had been spread over the sofa, and snuggled down for the night as best she could. She'd secretly been hoping that Barbara would let her share her bed!

Sunday, 3:13 am

Jenny awoke with a start, and sat bolt upright. She had heard a faint cry!

The sound came again.

"Noo, noooo, pleassse, aaaauuuggghhhh!"

She arose and entered the bedroom, switching on the overhead light. Barbara lay with the sheets pushed down about her waist, a thin film of perspiration glistening on her naked flesh, as she thrashed about, obviously deep in some sexual nightmare.

Jenny leant over and brushed away the beads of cold sweat from Barbara's forehead, before slipping into the bed beside her, and snuggling up close, until they were belly-to-belly, thigh to thigh.

"Hush now," she murmured, leaning over and brushing her soft lips against Barbara's.

Barbara's eyelashes fluttered open. "Jen... in the top drawer of the dressing table!" she whispered, urgently.

Thinking she was referring to sleeping tablets, Jenny stretched over and pulled open the drawer. Her eyes alighted on the battery-powered vibrator, and she immediately realized what her friend wanted.

Jennifer, eased it into Barbara's pussy, and then switched it on. Soon Barbara had fallen into an exhausted, but peaceful sleep, their naked bodies still entwined.

Sunday, 8:15 am

Jenny awoke first, her limbs still entangled with those of the redhead.

For an instant, she was totally disorientated, and then the memories came flooding back. She gently extracted herself from the other girl's embrace, and arose and went to the bathroom to relieve herself. When she returned, she swiftly dressed in her T-shirt and shorts, and sat down at the dressing table, to comb her disheveled, blonde locks.

With a small ping, the waist button flew off her shorts, rolling underneath the dresser. "Damn it!" she muttered, getting down on her hands and knees to search for it. Suddenly, she noticed the previously hidden red button, just beneath the front edge of the dressing table.

Her curiosity aroused, she reached out and pressed it! There was a dull rumble, and she scuttled back in alarm, as the dressing table and a portion of wall and floor it was standing on, suddenly rotated through ninety degrees. "A secret passage?" she breathed, hardly able to contain her excitement. "What on earth does Barbara want with a secret passage?" Suddenly, her eyes alighted on several purple colored outfits, hanging from hooks on the back of the dresser, and realization finally dawned. The final piece of the jigsaw puzzle had just fallen into place.

"Yes, I am the Batgirl," said a quiet, resigned voice from behind her.

Jennifer twisted her neck around, to see Barbara sitting up in bed.

"Barbara... you?" she gasped, realizing that everything was starting to make sense at last.

"Now you know my secret!" Barbara admitted, with a shrug of her shoulders, her naked breasts jiggling, fetchingly. "I must say, it's a great load off my mind!"

"Barbara Gordon is Batgirl!" Jenny said to herself, aloud. "Wow!" She climbed to her feet, and entered the alcove, fingering the material of one of the Bat-costumes. "Do you mind if I try one on?" she asked, with barely suppressed excitement.

"Feel free!" Barbara replied, with a grin.

Jenny eagerly slipped out of her shorts and T-shirt, and pulled on the one-piece catsuit. The stretch material clung to her youthful 35-23-35 inch figure, as though it had been made for her. She slipped on a pair of high-heeled ankle boots and an eye mask and cowl (complete with red wig), then buckled the utility belt low on her hips. She assumed a classic Batgirl stance, legs apart and hands on hips, and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. "Wow! I look terrific!" she cried, overjoyed.

Barbara slipped out of bed and walked up behind her. "You could easily be mistaken for the real Batgirl!" she murmured, her arms slipping through Jenny's and closing over her breasts, feeling Jenny's nipples peak beneath the sheer material.

"You must let me help you, Barbara!" Jenny exclaimed, twisting around in her arms. "No more hair-washing excuses! We could be so good together! Batgirl and... and Sparrow!"

Barbara slipped her hands down over the girl's buttocks, pulling her up against her, squashing their breasts together. "You don't know what you're asking, Jen!" Barbara murmured, giving her a quick peck on the lips, just as she was about to protest. "It's a very dangerous occupation! You need to be superbly fit and agile!"

Jenny kissed her back, lingering a little longer, this time. "I'll have you know that, up until my parents died so tragically eighteen months ago, I was regarded as a potential Olympic standard gymnast!" she panted.

Barbara's eyes opened wide with surprise. "I didn't know that?" she exclaimed.

"There are lots of things you don't know about me!" Jenny replied, her eyes flashing. "I also went to ballet school for years and years, so you can't accuse me of not being agile, or quick on my feet! Please, Barbara?"

"Hmm, that explains some of the more athletic movements you put into your striptease routines!" Barbara murmured, with a smile, as their mouths came together in a long, erotic kiss. "Mmmm!" She felt Jenny's fingers playing with her right nipple, while her other hand slid down between their bellies, and entered her sex, stiff fingers rubbing against Barbara's rapidly burgeoning clitoris.

Finally, she broke away, panting. "You win, you tantalizing little slut," she groaned, "but you must let me instruct you in the art of unarmed combat, and in the use of all my various crime-fighting aids?"

"It's a deal," Jenny agreed eagerly, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement, "although I've already learned how to use one of your special gadgets!"

"Oh?" Barbara's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Yes, this!" Jennifer picked up the vibrator from the bed, and they both burst out laughing.

The two girl's spent much of the remainder of the day going through Batgirl's small arsenal of Bat-gadgets, and Barbara thoroughly instructed Jennifer in the use of some of the more commonly used crime-fighting aids. She was pleasantly surprised, at how quickly her young pupil became adept at their use.

Sunday, 9:30 pm

Later in the evening, Batgirl and Sparrow went out on a short crime patrol, across the city, and the Girl Wonder was astonished at how agile and light on her feet, her new assistant proved to be. Jenny had borrowed one of her spare costumes, and Barbara had to admit that she looked every bit the archetypal, sexy crime-fighter! She also seemed to have a good head for heights, but her first climb up the vertical side of a building, still proved a little hairy, despite the use of a safety line.

An old homeless guy, paused as he drank from a bottle of cheap vino, in a darkened alley, thinking he was seeing double, as the two avenging angels dropped down from a fire escape right in front of him. As they loped off along the alley, he swore off the booze for good, and smashed the half-filled bottle against the wall.




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Sunday, 10:30 pm

Ivor Bigun thrust into the well-greased anus, his massive balls slapping against the trembling thighs. Suddenly, with a loud grunt of satisfaction, he came, shooting his creamy load into the tight anal passage. He then grabbed the bending girl's hips, pulling himself into her, as he emptied his testicles.

"You can go now, Sally!" he growled, as he withdrew his cum-covered organ, and turned to face his watching stepmother.

"Y-Yes sir," gasped the red-faced, eighteen-year-old daughter of Ben Dover, pulling up her cotton panties and scuttling out of the doorway, glad to have gotten off so lightly.

"Our chances of getting our hands on the delightful Ms. Gordon again, are pretty remote!" Bigun declared, gloomily, walking over to Lucy. "They're bound to have her under constant police surveillance, by now? Still, the bitch I really want to get my hands on, is Batgirl! As long as she's around, she will prove a constant thorn in our side!"

Lucy Lastik dropped to her knees in front of him, and lovingly took his wet erection in both hands. "Wouldn't it be best if we got out of Gotham completely, Ivor, and set up our operations somewhere on the west coast?" she suggested, anxiously, pausing to lick the cum off the end of his knob. "It's getting too hot for us around here, darling!"

"Not until I deal with that Bat-bitch first!" he snarled. "Aaaagh!" He gasped, as Lucy went down on him. "What's the name of that little blonde stripper that our Ms. Gordon got so horny over?"

"Mmmm! Jenny, Jenny Goodbody," Lucy gasped, reluctantly releasing his manhood from her eager mouth to reply. "She's due to perform at my place tomorrow night! Why?"

He grinned. "Well, if we get our hands on the delicious Ms. Goodbody, and that shouldn't prove too hard, I'm sure Batgirl will be only too pleased to co-operate with us, in exchange for Blondie's life! I'm sure her friend Barbara Gordon will put added pressure on the Girl Wonder, too accede to my modest demands!"

Lucy's tongue laved the full length of his shaft. "Which are?" she murmured.

"Why, exchanging herself for the little dyke, of course!" he replied, with an evil chuckle. "I can hardly wait to get my hands on Batgirl, and pluck her ripe cherry!"

Lucy shivered, at the thought, despite her passion. She cast the gruesome image from her mind, and went down on her stepson, once again.



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Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!

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

Chapter 9: Attack From The Rear

Monday, 8:00 pm

Jenny stepped into the black leather, thong bikini bottom, and wriggled it up over her hips, until it was snugly positioned over her smooth-shaven mons and between her shapely ass-cheeks, as she got ready for her first routine of the evening. She slipped on the lacy French-cut panties and matching bra, pulled on her high-heels, and was just about to step into a long, flowing green dress, when the door to the dressing room burst open, with a loud crash. One of the other three girls in the room, shrieked, as the towering figures of Ivor Bigun and Big Willie, lumbered in.

"Calm yourselves ladies!" Bigun said, merrily, waving a wicked-looking switchblade knife around in the air. "We're only interested in Blondie here!"

Willie grabbed Jenny about her waist, and lifted her bodily from the floor.

"What are you going to do with me!" she gasped, terrified, despite her new crime-fighting skills.

Bigun grinned at her, evilly. "You wouldn't want to know!" he replied, quickly followed by a nod to Big Willie.

A chloroformed pad of cotton wool was clamped over Jenny's mouth and nostrils. She tried to struggle, holding her breath until her lungs were close to bursting, before accepting the inevitable. Her head lolled back, her blonde hair hanging down, as she shortly lost consciousness.

"If the police come around, asking questions, you haven't seen this bitch, haven't even heard from her!" Bigun snarled, threateningly, to the three other terrified strippers. They all nodded their heads, vigorously, quaking in their G-strings.

The unconscious girl's body was carried from the room by the two brawny henchmen.

Monday, 11:45 pm

Barbara strode back and forth, across her bedroom carpet, frequently glancing at her wristwatch. She was already attired in her purple Batgirl outfit. She'd arranged to meet Jenny there at eleven-fifteen! She was late!

Jenny was supposed to be coming straight from the Blue Barracuda, with any information she might have discovered, and then they were going out on crime patrol together.

"Jenny, where the hell are you?" she muttered, anxiously, glancing at her watch again. Her expression suddenly lightened. "Maybe she's stopped off at her place, first?" she thought. She picked up the phone and dialed, drumming her fingers on the tabletop as she waited for the receiver to be picked up. The phone continued to ring out, and Batgirl slammed the receiver down in frustration.

"I'd better get over to Police Headquarters, to see if there are any developments?" She hastily scribbled a note for Jenny, and left it on top of the dressing table, before slipping through the secret passage and down to the underground garage. She kicked the Batcycle into life, thumbed the radio-controlled door switch, and roared out into the night.

Monday, 11:55 pm

Jenny was still feeling groggy, as she was frog-marched along the narrow corridor, her high-heels clicking against the metal flooring. Her captors paused, while a heavy door was opened with a noisy groan, and she was forcibly pushed through the thick bulkhead into the darkness beyond. There was a click, and a dim overhead light bulb came on, revealing a damp, filthy hold, deep in the belly of some old cargo ship.

She shivered in the damp air, her nipples peaking and goose bumps covering her naked flesh, vaguely aware that they were lifting her onto a sloping wooden ramp, with something dark and menacing protruding about three inches from it's center. They shackled her wrists to short lengths of chain, fixed to the upper corners, while other eager hands pulled off her panties. The thong back of her bikini bottom was pulled aside, and she was positioned over the protrusion. With a yelp of pain, it was forced past her tight anal sphincter and into her protesting rear.

"I'm glad you're fully awake, my dear!" said a familiar voice, followed by a chuckle, as her ankles were drawn apart by his minions, and manacled to short chains fixed to the lower corners of the ramp, leaving her helplessly spread-eagled. "I wouldn't want you to miss this next part!" He cackled again.

"What do you want from me?" Jenny gasped, staring up at him, as he loomed over her, menacingly. Suddenly, the ramp rotated, until it was almost in a vertical position, further increasing the discomfort she was suffering from her anal intruder.

"From you? Why nothing, Jennifer, except, perhaps for a little pleasant diversion, while we wait for your rescuer, Batgirl, to appear!"

Jenny felt her blood run cold. "What do you mean?" she cried, as realization dawned.

Bigun, didn't reply, but grinned, evilly, as he pressed the button of his switchblade knife, and a razor-sharp blade sprang out, causing Jenny to visibly jerk. He reached forward and snicked through the lacy shoulder straps of her bra, then inserted it under the narrow band of material between her heaving breasts. With a flick of his wrist, the blade severed the material connecting the lacy half-cups, and the bra fell away, revealing her small but superbly formed breasts, with their large areolas and upturned nipples. Two more snicks at her hips, and he yanked the thong away, revealing her well-padded, clean-shaven mons to his lecherous gaze.

"Nice, very nice," he murmured, with a leer. "Almost comparable with that of the delectable Ms. Gordon!" He ran a hand down over her right breast, then down over her taut, trembling belly and onto her smooth mons. "I shall do my best to make your stay with us an, ah, memorable one, Jennifer!" He slipped a hooked finger into her pussy, and gave an upward jerk, causing the young blonde to cry out with pain.

"Aaaggghhh!"

"But for now, I think we will try to make you a little more comfortable, and let you settle into your new surroundings!" He reached to one side, and pressed a red button fixed to the side of the ramp.

There was a hum of an electric motor, and Jenny felt something pushing into her anus, as the black dildo slowly extended out of the surface of the ramp. "Oooh! Ooooooh! Oooooooooooh!" She cried out with pain, wriggling her hips and arching her spine, desperately trying to escape the insidious advance of the anal invader, but it was no use! "Oooooh, God!" she gasped. "Pleaseeee, noooooh! It's going to split me in two!"

Finally, the humming stopped, as the device achieved maximum penetration, and she sobbed with relief, despite the excruciating pain. "You, you disgusting pervert!" she sobbed, defiantly.

"Mmm, I am aren't I?" he replied, with another leer, fingering her nipples, which were now standing up like two miniature flagpoles, and almost as stiff. "I shall leave you now, to contemplate your fate!" He turned, abruptly, and departed, along with the rest of his motley crew.

Monday, 12:00 pm

Batgirl strode purposefully into Commissioner James Gordon's office in GCPD headquarters, just as the City Hall clock was striking midnight, her hands on her hips, her chest thrust out, and a grim expression on her face.

"Batgirl, thank goodness you're here!" exclaimed Jim Gordon, rising from his desk, where he had idly been making paper planes, trying not to stare at her gorgeous, jiggling breasts. "We've just received this anonymous note, apparently delivered by hand!" He held out a folded slip of paper.

"What's it say, Commissioner?"

"I haven't opened it, Girl Wonder!" he admitted, shame-faced. "It's addressed to you!"

Batgirl, unfolded the slip of paper, parked her shapely derriere on the corner of his desk, and read the brief message:

Dear Batgirl,

I have got the delicious Jennifer Goodbody, Ms. Barbara Gordon's SPECIAL friend! If you wish to see her alive again, then come to Wharf 69 in the Gotham docklands, at ten tomorrow night! Come on your own! One whiff of the law and the young lady dies!

Your Number One Admirer,

Ivor Bigun.

Barbara's heart skipped a beat, and for an instant, she felt giddy.

"Bad news, Girl Wonder?"

"Yes Commissioner! That evil pervert, Ivor Bigun, has kidnapped your daughter's young friend, Jennifer Goodbody, and he's demanding to meet me tomorrow night or the poor girl dies!"

"This is terrible news!" Jim Gordon exclaimed wringing his hands. "We will, of course supply as many officers as we can spare, to back you up, Batgirl!"

"Thanks Commissioner, but no! The slightest hint of a police presence, and it'll be curtains for poor Jennifer!"

"The best of luck then, Girl Wonder!" he replied, with deepest sincerity. "I'll let my daughter know, of course!"

"I don't think we need to worry Barbara, unduly, at this stage, Commissioner!" Batgirl suggested, sliding her sexy rear off the desk. "She would only worry, unduly!"

"Hmm, maybe you're right, Batgirl?"

"The best thing you can do is, wait here and co-ordinate things, at the nerve-center of operations!" Batgirl added, leaning forward and patting the back of his hand.

Jim Gordon felt a small electric thrill, despite his advanced years.



Batgirl Risks All Ch. 10



Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!

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

The Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Risks All

Chapter 10: Bigun's Plaything

Tuesday, 9:00 am

The following day at the library, Barbara struggled to concentrate on Ancient Egyptian History, as her mind kept constantly turning to the possible fate of her young lover. "How did he ever find out about Jenny?" she asked herself, for maybe the umpteenth time, clenching and unclenching her fists, in sheer frustration.

By lunchtime, she had made up her mind, to ask for the afternoon off.

"I'm not feeling too good, Mr. Peabody!" she told her immediate superior. "I think it may be something to do with my menstrual cycle?"

He looked up at her, over the top of his pince-nez, a look of distaste on his wrinkled old face. "Er, yes!" he replied, blinking. "Very well, I suppose you'd better have the rest of the day off, Miss Gordon!"

"Thank you Mr. Peabody!" she exclaimed, giving him a dazzling smile. "I'm sure I'll be feeling much better by tomorrow morning!"

Tuesday, 11:01 am

Jennifer heard the bulkhead door-latch clang, and a moment later the door swung inward, with a low groan. She twisted her neck, painfully, as the overhead light came on, and she saw the blurred shape of Ivor Bigun approaching.

"I hope you had a pleasant night's rest, Ms. Goodbody?" he enquired, along with his now familiar leer.

"Water!" she croaked, through cracked and parched lips. "Please give me a drink of water!" She'd been left all alone, chained to the wooden ramp in the pitch darkness for almost twelve hours, and she was feeling totally exhausted and dehydrated.

She heard the gurgle of water being poured into a glass from a pitcher, and then the tumbler was raised to her lips. She drank, noisily, until the glass was withdrawn from her lips.

"I think that deserves a little kiss?" Bigun murmured, lowering his cruel mouth to hers, and forcing his tongue deep into her throat. His fetid breath made Jennifer want to throw up!

"Mmmmph!" She struggled to pull away, as his cruel fingers gripped her left nipple and twisted it, viciously.

He moved his face away and chuckled, then closed his mouth over her right breast, biting down on the erect summit.

"Aaaaugh!" She squirmed in agony.

He stepped back, and began to unclip the sides of his silver briefs, before pulling them away, complete with the impressive codpiece.

Jennifer stared in mute horror, at the huge, slug-like penis, hanging fat and soft against his massive ball-sack. It was huge, even in its present non-erect state!

He took himself in hand, quickly bringing himself to full erection, while Jennifer gasped at the shear size of his stiffened cock. "It has to be all of ten-inches?" she thought.

"Impressive, eh?" He chuckled, resting it in his palm, as he stepped closer.

"Please! Nooo!" she gasped, writhing desperately on her anal dildo, as the bulbous head brushed against her nether lips. "Noooo!"

He laughed aloud, as he rammed his hips forward, and plunged it into her unprotected pussy.

"Aaaaaaggghhh!" She screamed out in shear agony, as he tore into her un-lubricated vulva, forcing his way deep into her womb. "Oh, GOD!" she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Ooooh! Ooooooh! Ooooooooooh!"

Bigun slammed his massive cock into her, ignoring her cries of pain.

"You like this don't you, you little whore?" he snarled. "You're just like all the rest of them; a filthy, stinking whore, who needs to be taught a little respect! What are you, bitch?"

Such was the force of his onslaught that Jenny's teeth were rattling against each other. She realized that her vagina could not stand up to such a pounding, for much longer! "I-I'm a f-filthy st-stinking w-whore!" she managed to get out.

"That's better!" he snarled, somewhat mollified. He stiffened slightly, as he felt his climax boiling up and, with an animal growl, he jetted his boiling cum into her abused sex, with a satisfied grunt.

Jenny felt his cum flood her vulva, and to her amazement, it triggered her own orgasm, and she arched her back, and cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Bodily fluids oozed out from around his pistoning shaft, and ran down the insides of her thighs, as he continued to hump her defenseless body.

Finally, when he had exhausted his supply, his cock began to soften, and he allowed it to slither wetly from her bruised and abused pussy.

"Who's a lucky bitch, then?" he chuckled, running a thumb over her clit.

Tuesday, 9:35 pm

Batgirl scanned the docklands through her infrared Bat-scope, looking for all signs of activity. A few hundred yards to the south, stevedores were busy loading large metal containers onto the deck of a massive container ship, beneath powerful arc lights. She could hear their yells and cries above the chugging of the crane motors, and the clang of metal against metal. Closer by, Wharf 69 was already shrouded in darkness, with no signs of life. "Why sixty-nine?" she mused, wondering if there was any significance in the number.

Suddenly she caught a flash of light, and crouched lower, on the outside fire escape, ready to pounce if required. A uniformed security guard wandered around the corner of the building shining the beam of his flashlight into every dark recess and doorway. She froze, waiting for him to disappear out of sight, before softly padding up to the fifth story. This warehouse appeared deserted, just like all the others she'd examined during the last hour, apart from the odd security guard or night watchman. "If Bigun and his gang are holed up around here, then I'm damned if I can find them?" she told herself, angrily.

She pulled out her pneumatic pistol and fired an expandable light-alloy grapnel up at the roof parapet of the adjacent warehouse. She tugged on the thin nylon cord, to ensure that the hook was firmly caught, and then launched herself across the intervening space, on the end of the line, then scaled up the vertical wall, onto the roof.

She crouched low, peering around, but all was quiet. She walked over to the front of the building, and peered down into the harbor. Occasional electric lights reflected off the inky black waters, and cranes reared their long black necks high into the starry sky, like some latter-day herd of brontosauri! Large numbers of cargo vessels were either moored at the dockside, or anchored out in Gotham harbor.

She stiffened, as a small van slowly drove along the harbor front, toward Wharf 69, but then abruptly turned off, toward the lights and activity.

She allowed herself to relax a little. "Obviously making some sort of last minute delivery?" she surmised.

She glanced at her Bat-watch. "A quarter to ten!" There was still no sign of Bigun or Jennifer?

Suddenly, she heard the sound of an outboard motor, and a small speedboat moved out from the far side of a battered-looking tramp steamer, anchored several hundred yards out to sea. She focused her infrared Bat-scope on the boat, and let out a pent-up breath, as she saw Bigun standing in the stern of the boat, with a bound and naked Jenny, at his feet. With a sense of immense relief, she saw the girl's head move, and realized she was gagged. "If you've hurt her...?" she snarled, her green eyes flashing, dangerously.

The boat switched off its engine and drifted up alongside the quay. The naked and bound girl was then carried, struggling, up some wooden steps, onto the wharf. The girl's legs were untied, and she was stood on her feet, with Bigun clutching her elbow, while his three armed companions, hid themselves behind nearby wooden crates. Batgirl saw Bigun glance at his watch, and she checked her own timepiece. "Seven minutes to ten! Time I was getting down there!" she murmured.

She quickly rappelled down to the ground, then wound in her grappling hook and line, before loping, silently, from one dark patch of shadow to the next, approaching the rendezvous by a tortuous, winding route. She crept up on the first gunman, and silently, efficiently, disarmed him, and lowered his unconscious body to the ground. "One down, three to go!" she murmured to herself.

She approached the second hoodlum, but just as she was about to strike, he must have sensed her presence, because he spun around, partially avoiding her lunge.

"Help, it's Batgirl!" he cried, fending off her karate chop, with the butt of his automatic rifle.

She kicked him in the stomach, and the breath exploded from his lungs, as he collapsed, clutching his guts and moaning in pain.

"Hold it Bat-bitch!"

Batgirl froze, at the menacing tone in his voice, twisting her head in Bigun's direction. The blood drained from her face, as she saw light glint on the knife-blade, pressed up against Jenny's throat.

"One false step and the girl gets it!" Bigun snarled, almost foaming at the mouth.

Barbara raised both hands in the air, and stepped out into the open. "Whoa, big boy," she murmured, "take it easy!" There was a look of madness in his staring eyes. The two hoods were climbing back to their feet, behind her.

"Get her!" Bigun snarled.

"Hold it, Bigun, that wasn't the deal!" Batgirl cried, dropping into a defensive crouch, and raising her hands, with stiffened fingers, ready to strike. "The deal was, you let the girl go, and I give myself up!"

Bigun's eyes flashed, angrily. "Hold it boys!" he snapped, raising a hand. "Okay, you bitch, drop the utility belt, and put your hands on top of your head!"

"Unfasten the girl's hands and remove the gag, first!" Batgirl replied, firmly.

He grinned, wickedly, and lowered the knife to cut through the ropes binding Jenny's wrists, then cut away her gag!

"Are you all right, Jenny?" Batgirl asked, anxiously.

"I'm fine, Batgirl! Please don't do this! He's a homicidal maniac! Get out, while you still can!" the blonde-haired girl cried, taking a pace forward, before Bigun restrained her.

"Do you swear to let the girl go?" Batgirl growled, unbuckling her utility belt, and dropping it to the ground.

"Yes! Now place your hands behind your back! Phil, cuff her!"

Batgirl made no attempt to resist, as the cuffs were snapped about her wrists. "Run Jen!" she urged.

The young blonde broke free from Bigun's grasp and sprinted down the dockside. "Let Blondie go!" Bigun growled. "We have what we want!"

"But she'll go straight to the police boss!" snarled Ben Dover, raising his gun and training it on the fleeing girl's back.

"Don't fire, you idiot!" Bigun snapped. "You'll bring every cop within a half-mile radius down on us!" The little bimbo can't tell them much, anyway, apart from the fact that she was held captive on one of a hundred ships moored in Gotham harbor!"

"Yeah, that's right!" agreed Ben, with a chuckle, lowering his weapon. "The cops will never find us!"

"Shame she was allowed to get away though," growled Big Willie. "She had a sweet little tush! I bet she fucked like a rattlesnake? OOOF!" He doubled over, as the toe of Batgirl's boot caught him in the testicles.

"Shut your dirty mouth, mister!" she snarled, green eyes flashing.

"Tie her knees together, you imbeciles," Bigun snarled, "then chloroform her and get her into the boat, before a security guard comes along!"

Tuesday, 10:00 pm

Jenny managed to successfully hail a cab, at the third attempt. The driver screeched to a halt and starred at the nude female, goggle-eyed, as she tried to modestly cover herself, as best she could, with just her hands and arms.

"Please, please, you've got to help me!" she pleaded, desperately. "I've no money, but if you take me to my destination, I promise to pay you when we get there... honest I will!"

The gnarled old cabby sized the shivering female up, then made up his mind. "Okay Miss, climb aboard! What on earth happened to you?"

Jenny climbed in the back and gave him the address of Barbara's apartment building, before even attempting to answer his question. "I-I was kidnapped and stripped naked by Ivor Bigun, but I managed to escape!" she told him, still somewhat out of breath. Her breasts rose up and down, fetchingly.

The cabby dragged his eyes away from them. "Perhaps I should take you straight to the cops?" he suggested.

"No, no! I can phone them when I get home!" she gasped. "Please take me to that address at once! They may still be chasing me?"

That was enough for the cab driver. He slammed the cab into gear, and put his foot down on the gas pedal!

*****

When they arrived at the apartment block, Jenny ran inside, and found the spare door key under the doormat, just where Barbara had told her she kept it. She unlocked the apartment door and ran into the kitchen, where she found a stash of dollar bills inside a coffee tin. She grabbed a handful and, pausing only to pull on a bathrobe, she rushed outside to pay the cab fare.

"I don't know how I can thank you enough!" she said, smiling, leaning forward through the open cab window, and giving him a big, juicy kiss on the cheek.

"Whoa, hold it lady!" he declared, holding up his hands. "I'm a happily married man, you know!"

"Well, thanks a million, anyway!" she said, sincerely. She stood back and waved goodbye, as he drove away, then quickly turned, and re-entered Barbara's apartment.

She ran into the bedroom and quickly located the button that opened the secret alcove. She took out a full Batgirl outfit, and laid it out on the bed, before entering the bathroom for a quick shower. She needed to wash off the sickening stench of Ivor Bigun, while formulating a plan to rescue Barbara from his evil clutches!



Batgirl Risks All Ch. 11



Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!

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

The Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Risks All

Chapter 11: Bigun Meets His Match

Wednesday, 6:00 am

Batgirl groaned, her mind swirling, sickeningly, from the effects of the chloroform, as her eyelids fluttered open. It was pitch black, with a damp mustiness about the air, as she strained to see through the enveloping darkness. She immediately knew that she had been stripped of her body stocking, because she could sense slight changes in the air pressure on her flesh, and her nipples had peaked, in the cool air. She stood, with her arms stretched high above her head, her wrists clamped together, in cold metal handcuffs, while her feet were held apart by some sort of bar joining the two manacles that were clamped about her legs, just above the tops of her high-heeled ankle boots.

"Well, at least they've left me my boots!" she thought, shaking her head, to remove the last of the cobwebs. She experienced a feeling of Deja Vu, as she remembered her previous incarceration, and she shuddered, violently. She wasn't going to be able to use the same trick again, if she hoped to escape Bigun's evil clutches!

She sensed she was in some sort of huge chamber, and the slight movement of the floor, beneath her feet, suggested she was in the hold of a ship, probably one of the numerous sea-going cargo vessels moored in Gotham harbor? Suddenly, she heard a scurrying, scratching noise against the metal decking close by, and her blood ran cold. "Oh God, noooo!" she cried, silently. "Rats!" Barbara had always had a particular dread of the furry rodents, ever since she'd been bitten on the stomach by one, when she was just six years old!

"Oh, my goodness!" she whimpered, as she felt one of the rodents snuffling around her ankles. "Please, please go away!" She started to sob with fright. "Oh, dear God!" The creature had started to crawl up her leg, and she screamed, as it paused to sniff at her naked crotch and she felt its whiskers brush her mons. Her hips jerked and the startled rat leapt off her, and scurried away into a distant corner of the immense hold, together with its companions. She almost prayed for Bigun to come in and switch on a light. Anything, ANYTHING to get rid of the filthy things!

She heard the scuffling getting louder, as the rats regained their courage, and edged closer. "Go away! Go away!" she sobbed, squirming desperately, as she tried to escape her bonds.

Suddenly a single naked light bulb lit up, above her head, momentarily dazzling her. Her wrists were held by a pair of steel handcuffs, threaded through the bottom link of a hanging length of thick chain. She heard the noise of a heavy, bulkhead door being opened. She blinked, and managed to focus on the looming figures of Ivor Bigun and two of his motley crew, as they approached her helpless form.

"I thought I heard you call, my dear!" he said, with a chuckle.

"Could I have a drink of water please!" she croaked, licking her parched, purple-painted lips. She was suddenly aware that he'd left her with her cowl and eye mask, preserving some sort of aura of mystery. Obviously, he was leaving the uncovering of her true identity to the very end!

Bigun nodded, magnanimously, as he ran his glittering eyes over her naked body. "Give the bitch a drink, Willie!" he commanded. "Not too much, though, we don't want to spoil her!"

Willie stepped forward, and poured some water from a pitcher, into a cracked tumbler. He then held the filthy glass up to Batgirl's lips. Batgirl drank, greedily, until the offering was withdrawn.

"That's enough, I think?" Bigun chuckled, as he stepped closer. "You've been a constant thorn in my side for years, Bat-bitch," he murmured, grabbing her jaw in a claw-like grip, "but now the shoe is well and truly on the other foot!"

"What are you going to do with me?" Batgirl cried, defiantly.

"Why, I'm going to kill you, of course, my dear!" He grabbed both her breasts in clawed hands, painfully digging his fingers into the soft, rounded flesh.

"Aaaaaauugghh!" Barbara arched her spine and threw back her head, gasping with pain, tears filling her big green eyes.

Bigun grinned, and relaxed his grip, running his thumbs over her perky nipples, until they stood out, hard and proud. "But, not until me and the boys have had a little fun with you first!" This brought loud guffaws from his two companions, as they watched, lasciviously.

"Willie, prepare her for me!" he snarled, turning and walking away a few paces.

Big Willie stepped forward, with a long length of half-inch diameter rubber hose in his hand, and moved out of sight, behind the Girl Wonder.

She gave a frightened gasp, as he wrapped his free arm about her waist. "Hey, what are you doing?" she cried, in alarm, as she felt him forcing the end of the hose up into her back passage, twisting and writhing, as she tried to escape this fresh indignity.

"Yeowww!"

Willie nodded over to Phil, who turned the faucet on.

"Please don't... Nooooooo!" This last cry had coincided with the powerful jet of ice-cold water that shot up into Batgirl's anal passage, giving her a crude, painful variation of an enema.

Willie spent several minutes cleaning out her anal passage, and then casually hosed her naked body down, before telling Phil McAvity to turn the water off.

As Batgirl stood, shivering, turning blue with cold, Willie walked back over to his leader. "She's ready for you, boss!" he growled.

"Good!" Bigun unclipped his silver briefs, and pulled aside the huge codpiece, revealing the giant, white slug of a penis, resting against his massive scrotum.

Barbara watched, in horrified fascination, as Phil rushed over to him, and dropped down to his knees, giving his master a quick hand job, to bring him to full erection.

Grinning, evilly, Bigun hefted his erection in one hand, and walked around behind his prisoner, while his two henchmen gripped her hips, and forced apart her buttocks, in readiness for his entry.

"No, please..." she gasped, trying to pull free. "Please, Nooooooo!"

She cried out in agony, as the massive organ was rammed into her exposed ass.

"My, my, what have we here," Bigun chuckled, slamming his huge tool in another couple of inches, "a virgin asshole?"

Batgirl grunted with pain, futilely trying to pull her hips away.

"It's a real tight one!" He rammed his cock into her shapely ass, another hard-fought inch or two, as her contracting anal muscles tried their best to expel him.

She whimpered with pain, and he slipped his hands around her torso, and cupped her taut, straining boobs. "Hey, just relax, Batgirl, baby!" he murmured, with a chuckle, pulling her onto him.

"Heavens, you're going to ruin me, you, you filthy bastard!" she gasped through gritted teeth, as he filled her way beyond her design capacity.

He chuckled. "With your remaining life expectancy, bitch, I shouldn't worry too much about that!" he whispered in her ear, squeezing and stretching her elastic nipples, between his cruel fingertips.

"Aaagghh!" Batgirl gasped with pain, as he slid fully into her, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and trying, unsuccessfully, to hold back the tears that threatened to pour forth. "You... you sick pervert!" she sobbed, tears running down her face.

Ivor Bigun began to slowly, rhythmically, move in and out of her tightly constricted rear passage. He enjoyed butt-fucking even more than a regular screw!

"Oooh! Oooooh! Ooooooooh!" the girl cried out, arching her back, her nipples as hard as pokers.

He increased his pistoning, as her anus started to adapt and conform to its enormous invader, and her internal muscles started to relax a little. He slipped his hands down between her thighs, drawing back the puffy outer labia, and seeking out her clitoris. He rubbed and squeezed it.

"Aaaaugh! Ooooh!" Batgirl gasped, bearing down on his hand, in spite of her self-loathing, feeling herself plunging, headlong, toward orgasm, despite the pain and abuse he was inflicting on her ass.

Bigun chuckled. "Let the whore enjoy herself," he thought, savagely tweaking her clit, "she won't have a clit to play with, for much longer!"

With an animal grunt, he came, filling her anus to overflowing. The Girl Wonder gave a strangled gasp, as it triggered her own climax, and her girl-cum oozed from her pussy, and ran down the insides of her thighs.

He pulled out of her. "Release her hands, boys," he ordered, quietly, "Then cuff her wrists behind her back!" They quickly did as he ordered. It didn't pay to upset Bigun!

"Now, down on your knees, Bat-whore!" he snarled.

"Go screw yourself!" she snarled, defiantly.

He nodded to Big Willie, who stepped forward and forced her down in front of him. Willie gripped the back of her neck forcing her head forward. "Now suck it!" snarled Bigun, thrusting his cock between those lovely, full, purple-painted lips.

Batgirl was tempted to bite the end off his penis, but decided that, in her present predicament, discretion was the better part of valor, so she took his cock into her mouth, between tightly pursed lips. Her head started to bob up and down, as she managed to slide a goodly proportion of his ten-inches, deep into her throat, before blowing him out again, then sucking him in again.

Bigun rested a hand on her head, controlling her rhythm. "Good little slut, nice little slut!" he crooned, with a self-satisfied smile on his face, as she cleaned his cock of all his spunk, and swiftly brought it back to full, rigid hardness. He felt the onset of another climax, and forced his massive organ deep into her throat, almost asphyxiating the poor girl. He groaned and jerked his hips, as a few small gobs of cum, splattered against the back of her throat.

Batgirl swallowed his semen, as best she could, and pulled off him, gasping for breath, her naked breasts heaving. "Heavens," she told herself, "I thought he was going to asphyxiate me, for awhile there!"

"Time for the unveiling, I think!" he sneered, tugging the cowl from off her head, and allowing her long, tawny locks to tumble free. He reached out for her black eye mask, and yanked it away. "Barbara Gordon, you...!" he gasped, in shocked amazement. There were murmurs of surprise from the other two members of his gang.

Barbara stared up at him, her green eyes flashing with defiance, still unbowed, despite her ordeal. "Sorry, Bigun, but the REAL Batgirl couldn't make it!" she replied, in a cool, calm voice.

"You bitch!" he snarled, grabbing a handful of her long, red hair, and yanking her head back. Barbara cried out, from the sudden pain. "You've cheated me out of my rightful prey! I'll make you pay for this, you fucking whore!" He struck her, viciously, across her face, with his free hand, causing her head to snap back, twisting to one side, as she cried out in pain.

Handcuff her back up to the chain!" he snarled, turning away to recover his briefs. "I shall finish with this little slut, later!"

Barbara was roughly hauled to her feet, and her hands released, while the cuffs were slipped through the bottom link of chain and re-attached. Bigun stepped forward, a look of madness in his eyes. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her pubic hair, causing her to gasp out. "Your going to wish you'd never been born, Miss High and Fucking Mighty Gordon!" he snarled, giving her curlies a savage yank.

"Yeoooow!"

Signaling to his henchmen, they all exited the hold, and the light went off!

Barbara carefully eased the Bat-lock pick from the palm of her right hand, until she had it firmly gripped between her fingers. While she had been giving Bigun his cocksucking, she'd slipped it out of the secret compartment in her stiletto heel, without his two goons noticing.

"Mustn't drop it!" she muttered, as she gritted her teeth and slipped the end into the lock of her left cuff and began to wiggle it about. There was a small click, and the cuff sprang open, and with a gasp of relief, she pulled her hand free. "Now for the other wrist!"

Wednesday, 6:30 am

Jennifer sucked in her breath, as she slid into the cold waters of the harbor, with hardly a ripple disturbing the surface, and began to slowly swim toward one of the anchored vessels, several hundred yards distant. The body stocking helped to insulate her body from the cold, as she swam toward her target, using a leisurely breaststroke. She'd been considerably more conscious than Bigun had realized, when they'd man-handled her into the speedboat and brought her to shore, and she was pretty certain that she knew which vessel they'd disembarked from.

"With a little luck, they will have taken Barbara back to the same tramp ship, and imprisoned her in the same hold as they did me!" she prayed, fervently, as she approached a metal ladder attached to the side of the rusting hull. She glanced around to check that the coast was clear, and then hauled herself, dripping, from the water, and swiftly climbed the metal rungs.

She slipped over the side and dropped, lightly onto the metal deck, crouching low, looking for the staircase that lead down to her former place of incarceration. She orientated herself and crept past some huge coils of rope. "Ah, that's what I'm looking for!" she murmured, spotting the dimly lit entrance, that led down into the bowels of the ship.

She peered around, but the deck appeared deserted, so she tiptoed over to the head of the stairwell, and slowly started down the steps. Belatedly, she realized she would have to pass Bigun's cabin, on her way down to the hold. "I'll have to overcome that obstacle when I get to it," she thought, grimly.

"Damn!" she swore, under her breath. The door to Bigun's cabin was partially open, and she could hear the murmur of voices coming from within. She crept up and cautiously peered through the two-foot wide gap. Her eyes widened and she gave a small gasp of surprise, as she recognized the naked form of Lucy Lastik.

"I don't care what you say son, the longer we stay here, the more likely the chance that the cops will find us!" Lucy pleaded.

"Don't worry Ma!" he chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her on the lips, his hand caressing one floppy tit. "We'll be long gone before that bumbling old fool Gordon discovers our hideout!"

"Ooh, Ivor, you're such a good boy!" she gasped, pulling his lips against hers, with one hand behind his neck, while her other hand eagerly guided his massive erection into her waiting pussy.

"Yes! Yesss! Yesssss!" she cried, as Ivor's hips started pistoning.

Jennifer controlled her natural feeling of revulsion, and slipped past the doorway, while they were preoccupied. "So, Lucy Lastik is Ivor Bigun's evil step-mother?" she thought, as she hurried down another flight of stairs, into the dark bowels of the old ship, recollecting the background info she'd read up on the rapist.

She arrived at what she thought was the correct bulkhead door, and peered through the small glass window set in it. It was pitch black inside, but there was a light switch alongside the doorway. She flicked the switch down, and breathed a sigh of relief, as a faint shaft of light shone out from the window. She peered inside again. The hold looked deserted, from her restricted viewpoint. Her heart skipped a beat. Maybe her assumption had been wrong? Maybe they had just killed Barbara and dumped her body in the bay?

Taking her courage in both hands, Jenny eased back the massive latch that had been sealing the door shut, and pushed the door inward with a noisy squeal. "Goodness!" she muttered to herself, cautiously stepping over the raised threshold, "I hope nobody heard that, or I'm in deep shit?"

As she stepped into the hold, a powerful arm wrapped itself about her throat, and she was flipped over someone's hip, and slammed hard against the deck.

Barbara paused in the act of delivering a killer blow to Jennifer's windpipe with the heel of her right boot. "Jenny?" she gasped aloud, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

"Sssh!" Jenny hissed, placing a finger to her lips, as she picked herself up off the floor, rubbing her bruised ass, with an accusing look at Barbara. "Someone may hear you!"

Barbara gazed at Jenny's purple Batgirl outfit, her dark areolas clearly visible, through the clinging wet material. "I've always wanted to be rescued by Batgirl!" she said, with a grin. "By the way, did you know that costume turns almost transparent, when it's wet?"

"You're hardly in a position to talk!" Jenny replied, with a grin, staring back at the naked heroine.

Barbara's face suddenly became serious. "Have you got the mobile Bat-phone on you?"

"Of course!" Jenny replied, indignantly. "What do you take me for?"

"Give it to me!" Barbara hissed, urgently. She swiftly dialed the Commissioner's Emergency Bat-phone number. "What's the name of this old tub?" she enquired.

"The Moldovia Star!"

"Commissioner?" Batgirl spoke urgently, into the phone.

"Batgirl, thank goodness it's you!" gasped a relieved voice.

"Listen carefully! Bigun and his gang are holed up on an old tramp steamer called the Moldovia Star, anchored in Gotham harbor! He had taken your daughter, Barbara, prisoner, but I have just managed to rescue her! Get over here as soon as possible, with as many officers as you can raise at short notice!"

"Is Barbara all right?" Jim Gordon asked, in an anxious voice. "Is... Is my little girl still all in one piece? Is she virgo-intacto?"

"I don't know about that, Commissioner, but she seems fine to me! I must go, Bigun may discover us at any moment! Please hurry!" She switched off the phone and handed it back. "Now to get out of here!" she added, grimly.

Jennifer nodded, wide-eyed, unable to keep her eyes from the glistening stains running down Barbara's thighs, from between her buttocks. Bigun had obviously been up to his usual tricks!

The two girls cautiously crept along the narrow corridor, and up the first flight of stairs. "Oh, I've discovered how Bigun knew so much about us," gasped Jenny, excitedly. "Lucy Lastik is his mother... Well, I guess she's his stepmother, really?"

Barbara's eyebrows rose. "That explains a lot!" she murmured.

As they approached the open doorway to Bigun's cabin, Barbara held a finger to her lips, and peered around the doorjamb. Bigun had his naked stepmother bent over a desk, and was pounding into her sopping pussy, while the older woman moaned with pleasure.

"Good boy!" she gasped. "Fuck your Momma's hot little slit! That's it! Aaaauugghh!" She arched her back and cried out, as she climaxed.

Barbara pulled her head back. "Come on," she hissed, "Now's a good time to make a break for it!" Clutching Jenny's outstretched hand, they tiptoed past the open doorway.

"Huh? What was that?" grunted Bigun, rising to his full height. "I thought I caught a glimpse of...." He pulled out, and rushed over to the doorway, just in time to see two shapely asses, disappearing up the companionway. "Boys," he cried, "the redhead is escaping, along with that fucking Bat-bitch! Get after them!"

His three henchmen came tumbling out of the adjacent cabin, Ben Dover still trying to pull his boxer shorts up from about his ankles.

"Up on deck," snarled Bigun, standing there with female cum still dripping from the end of his erection. "Quickly, before those bitches escape and raise the alarm!"

Barbara arrived on deck, to find their escape route already cut off by three hulking great sailors, who quickly closed in around the two females. There was a noisy hubbub behind them, and Phil and Willie arrived, closely followed by a red-faced Ben Dover, effectively cutting off their retreat.




Batgirl Risks All Ch. 11



"What do we do now?" gasped Jenny, wide-eyed, turning first one way, then the other.

"Here's your chance to prove how much you've learnt about unarmed combat!" Barbara muttered, grimly, as the six men closed in on them. "With a shrill cry, she leapt up in the air and struck out with one foot, catching one of the sailors a heavy blow to the chest.

"Oof!" The air rushed from his lungs, as he collapsed in a heap, and Barbara's stiffened hand caught the side of his nearest companion's neck. There was a sharp crack, as a collarbone shattered, and the seaman screamed with pain.

Taking Barbara's advice, Jenny dropped to her knees, and rolled forward, in a single, smooth motion, bowling over Ben Dover, who cracked his head against the corner of a hatch, with a sickening thud, and lay still.

Before she could get to her feet, Phil McAvity was upon her, pinning her arms to the deck. "Got you, Batgirl!" he cried out, triumphantly.

"That's what you think!"

"Aauuugghh!" He screamed in agony, rolling off her, clutching his balls, as her knee caught him in the crotch.

The remaining men, backed off slightly, as the panting Jenny climbed back to her feet, standing shoulder to shoulder with her naked companion. Phil climbed painfully to his feet, still clutching his private parts. "They ain't playing fair!" he complained, as the towering figure of Bigun joined them.

"Stop your whining and take 'em!" Bigun snarled.

Big Willie stepped forward, avoiding Jenny's attempted drop kick, and grabbing her ankle, flipping her over, and down onto her face, with a loud crash, and a shrill cry of pain. "You little Bat-bitch!" he snarled jerking, her arm up behind her back, just as Barbara leapt on his back, and grabbed him in a half-nelson!

"Let her go, you muscle-bound oaf!" she panted, tightening her hold.

Bigun stepped forward. His hand shot between Barbara's thighs, grabbing a handful of her beaver and yanking her off Willie, as she screamed with pain.

"You bastard!" she snarled. He had torn out the clump of curly red hair by its roots. Half-spinning around, she caught him under the chin, with a nicely timed drop-kick.

"Yeow!" Bigun staggered backward, falling over the recumbent form of Ben Dover, as he did so.

One of the sailors grabbed her upper arms, from behind, pinning them to her sides, while his companion grabbed her around her thighs, trapping her legs together.

Meanwhile, Phil McAvity had joined Big Willie, in pinning the struggling Batgirl to the deck. Ivor Bigun struggled back to his feet, his face scarlet with fury. He pulled out his switchblade and, with a click, the razor-sharp blade snapped out.

"This is where you finally get yours, Red!" he snarled, advancing on the helpless Barbara, his eyes glued to her crotch.

"Hold it Bigun!" said the calm voice of Officer Renee Montoya, as she clambered over the side of the ship, leveling her service revolver at his silver codpiece. "One false move, and I let you have it, right where it hurts the most!"

Her fat, scruffy partner, Detective Harvey Bullock, appeared alongside her, puffing and wheezing from his exertions. "Good work, Montoya!" he growled, waving his piece in the direction of the criminals. "Okay you scum, move away from the two dames, if you want to see another sunrise?" Several other armed, blue-uniformed figures appeared behind him, climbing onto the deck.

The seven men all raised their hands in surrender, recognizing the inevitable, as Batgirl and Barbara moved over alongside the two police detectives. "You girl's okay?" asked the female officer, anxiously, staring at Barbara's naked body with frank interest. "Give the poor girl your coat, Harvey!" Montoya snapped. "Can't you see she's embarrassed?"

"Oh, ah, sure!" Bullock blustered, dragging his eyes from Barbara's tits and shedding his trench coat.

"Thank you, detective!" Barbara murmured, exchanging meaningful glances with Renee, before slipping into the rumpled trench coat and tightly belting it up about her waist.

Just then, the Commissioner appeared on the deck. "Batgirl! Thank goodness you arrived in time to rescue my little girl!" he exclaimed, rushing over to shake Jenny's hand.

"Think nothing of it, Commissioner!" she replied, blushing with embarrassment, as he turned to Barbara.

"Are you all right, princess?" he cried, anxiously.

Barbara smiled. "I'm fine Daddy, thanks to Batgirl here, and Gotham's finest! Oh, by the way, there's another one of the criminal crew down in Bigun's cabin!"

The two girls, accompanied by the Commissioner and Renee Montoya, went down to Bigun's quarters.

"Thank goodness your here!" Lucy gasped, coyly trying to hide her nakedness. "Bigun was just about to rape and murder me, when you arrived, just in the nick of time!"

"Cut the crap, and get your clothes on, Lucy!" Jenny snarled. "You're going to be put away for a long, long time, as an accessory to rape and murder!"

"Bat-bitch!" Lucy snarled, attempting to rake her claws down the Dark Angel's face, but finding herself restrained by Montoya, before she could succeed. 

As the hoodlums were being led away to the police launch, Bigun turned to stare at Jennifer, with hate filled eyes. "I'll get you for this, Bat-bitch," he snarled, "and that pretty little red-headed helper of yours!"

Jenny was forced to suppress a shudder of apprehension. Gripping Barbara's hand, she followed them down the steps onto the bobbing police launch. "Things are never going to be quite the same again!" she decided, giving Barbara's hand a loving squeeze.

END

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Coming soon, another sex-filled tale of our favorite heroine:

Batgirl: The Price of Silence.