5 comments/ 37718 views/ 31 favorites A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 01 By: duke1951 (Author's Intro.... This story (Episode 2) is a 'prequel' to the 'A Day In Gotham' series that I wrote a year or so ago. In particular, it precedes 'Batgirl's Dilemma' which is the first story that I wrote and technically is Episode 3 in the series. I always had it in mind to come back to Batgirl at some stage (she's such a fun character!) and fill in some gaps, and this story attempts to set the stage for some of the later action. As it developed, it grew (as usual!), so I've split it into three parts. This will therefore be Episode 2 Part 1. Hope that's not as complicated as it sounds! Some kind people have contacted me over the last year requesting a follow-up to my last piece, Batgirl Vexed (Episode 8), particularly as the ending was not to everyone's taste, so I've sketched out a storyline which I'll hopefully have ready shortly after I've finished these three episodes. As ever, I write these for people's entertainment and to give me some practice in the black art of storytelling. Feedback of any shape, size or intensity is always welcome! Please enjoy........ Duke1951) Index : 1 -- Batgirl Goes Solo 2 -- Threats in the Barn 3 -- Batgirl Has a Problem 4 -- A Fate Worse Than ........? 5 - Plan A -- High Expectations 6 - So What Was Plan B Again? 7 - The Aftermath 8 - After the Aftermath 9 - Heather's Party Surprise 10 - Catgirl Attempts 'Gentle Persuasion' 1 -- Batgirl Goes Solo The adrenaline had stopped pumping. The excitement had dissipated. It had become, unbelievably, a bit boring! She stopped in front of a large department store and examined her reflection in the giant plate glass window. Even in the dim street lights, the image reflected back brought a satisfied smile to her face. She turned slightly to get a profile, pleased at the way her tight purple costume clung to her shapely figure. Her latex clad bosom thrust forward suggestively, her narrow waist was gripped by the bright yellow utility belt and her nicely rounded rear end curved smoothly down into a pair of lithe, young legs that disappeared into her long black boots. She lifted her black gloved hands to smooth the bush of red hair cascading down her back from the under the purple cowl. It was a blatant, narcissist pose, but she didn't care. She looked fabulous, she knew, and she felt great about it! It was late, about eleven, and the streets of Gotham City were starting to clear. It didn't look like she'd be getting much action now, and on top of that, and to her considerable annoyance it was just starting to drizzle with a light rain. She drew in a deep breath as she thought back to her earlier excitement as she'd started her first solo patrol. It was the first time without either Batman or Robin doing their hand-holding routine. It really was frustrating! She'd spent months pestering Batman to let her loose. She'd invested years of her young life training hard under Batman's guiding hand, building up her strength, learning fighting techniques that should have won her Olympic medals. Now here she was, almost twenty two, a finely tuned super-athlete ready to take on the worst that Gotham could throw at her and what had she achieved? A couple of 'drunk and disorderlys', a failed mugging and a thwarted bag snatch! At least the bag-snatcher had made a run for it and she'd been able to demonstrate her speed and power in taking the young hooligan down. The police had queried the bruising when she'd handed him over but hey, a girl had to get some fun out of fighting crime didn't she? Then there'd been the reporter. How he'd found her she didn't know. He'd wanted to follow her, write up a scoop. Ah, as if! She'd soon sent him off with a flea in his ear as well. It almost brought a tear to her eye. Such high expectations, such a miserable tally! Batman wouldn't laugh of course. He was better than that, but she could almost hear the slightly condescending words of re-assurance that she'd get when she reported in. And 'condescension' was the last thing she wanted from Batman. She'd so hoped to be able to impress him, make him see her as a woman to contend with, not a girl anymore. Make him want to wrap his arms round her, to feel her urgent response, to pull her to him and take her ........ 'Oh God, not again!' she thought angrily to herself as she wiped the vision from her mind, 'Get a grip girl. This is getting almost obsessive!' She hadn't been able to suppress the little shiver that ran through her though, or the tingle that had appeared between her legs at the thought of those strong hands caressing her. Suddenly her senses sharpened! What was it she'd heard? She stepped back into the shadows as she turned towards a group of men who'd just tumbled out of one of the nearby bars. They were laughing and joshing each other in the friendly way men do after a few drinks. She studied them warily. There were four of them and they were big, powerful looking men, casually dressed but, for all the laughter, there was something sinister about them. It looked like this mob really could be worthy opponents because the word that had caught her attention and was bouncing around her brain didn't normally sit well in conversations about football or the barmaid's physical attributes. 'Kidnap' meant something a bit more serious surely! She followed them discretely around a couple of corners, excitement mounting, before watching them board a large black SUV. There was just time to dash forward, keeping low, and attaching a Bat-Tracer to the rear bumper before it pulled out into traffic. Heart pumping hard, she twisted round and sprinted away towards the alley where she'd parked her Bat-Bike a couple of blocks away. This was more like it, a bit of action at last! She was hardly out of breath when she reached the alleyway and was congratulating herself on her superb physical condition when she suddenly pulled up abruptly. A small red light on the steering column console was blinking urgently. The alarm on the bike had been triggered! Batman had spent many months with Batgirl designing and building the bike to her specifications and had insisted on installing a small electrical shocker to deter would-be thieves. Batgirl being Batgirl had tested it and decided that something stronger was required so she'd secretly upgraded the system to give a somewhat stronger jolt. A seriously strong shock in fact. She peered further into the darkness of the alley where a dark figure lay squirming in the dirt, moaning softly. "Well, that'll teach you a lesson won't it! No time to sort you out though," she murmured as she disabled the alarm and jumped on her machine, hitting the starter in one smooth motion and feeling the powerful v-twin motor come to life between her legs. She switched on the console tracker and paused for a moment as it searched for the Bat-Tracer's signal, breathing a sigh of satisfaction as she saw it pulsing away on the street display. They hadn't got far and were heading East on the main route out of the centre. Within seconds she was off, weaving expertly through the traffic until she'd caught them, slotting in a couple of cars back and trying to be patient. But a nagging doubt had been building in her mind about this. Were they really up to no good? Had she misinterpreted the comment? She was seriously wondering whether to call it off as they reached the outskirts and she had to drop even farther back to avoid being spotted, but after a couple of miles into the country, she saw the SUV indicate left and disappear up a track between trees. She paused at the turn-off and seeing the sign for a farm, idled the machine up the track until she reached a clearing with a farmhouse and outbuildings. The farmhouse looked dark and deserted, but nearby was a big timbered barn and the SUV was parked outside. 'Oh well, better see what they're up to,' she thought, hoping fervently that it wasn't just a late night poker school. 2 -- Threats in the Barn After hiding the Bat-Bike behind some shrubbery, Batgirl carefully walked around the barn. There was light leaking out from gaps in the big front doors, but clearly she couldn't just barge in. However, down the side opposite from the house, she spotted a window near the roof. It looked slightly ajar, so she quickly pulled out a thin throwing rope from her belt and launched it at the roof above. The end was weighted and sharp and she was pleased to fell it snag something solid. Satisfied after testing the tension she began hauling herself up until she reached the window, eased it open and slipped silently inside. She crouched in the semi-darkness, senses on full alert. She appeared to be on some sort of platform stretching the width of the barn and covered with bales of hay and other farming paraphernalia, it was incredibly dusty and for a moment she thought she might sneeze and ruin the plan completely. By a supreme effort of willpower though she fought back the urge and looked around. Light was filtering through from the end of the barn near the door, and she could hear the men talking, but they were out of sight. She crept lightly forward towards the edge of the platform, using some bales of hay for cover. Looking down she could see the four big men below her, lounging about in a pool of light illuminated by a single bright light hanging down from the ceiling on a long wire in front of her. Alongside it chains dangled down from a pulley attached to the main ceiling beam. The men were chatting relatively quietly and she couldn't make out the words consistently but she soon got the impression that they were waiting for something. Now what? She'd come this far on a hunch and, despite their menacing manner, they'd broken no laws. How long should she just sit here and wait? What if something dramatic happened back in town and she missed it? Batman would probably have something scathing to say about 'women's intuition', but she could deal with that. The indecision was annoying, but in the end she decided to grit her teeth and wait it out. Fortunately she didn't have to wait long. After about ten minutes, she heard another vehicle pulling into the clearing and lurching to a stop on the gravel outside the barn. It sounded big. A few minutes later the small access door set into the big barn door, creaked open and, to Batgirl's horror, another four big men trooped into the barn, shaking hands and greeting each other with manly back-slaps. The language was hardly kindergarten friendly, but at least was loud enough for her to pick up some key information. "Boss has got the fuckers," said one of the newcomers loudly, "Marco'll be here in a few minutes." Batgirl was now in a quandary. At least it looked like something would happen after all, but now there were eight large bruisers below her, with the possibility of more to come. The odds may have been ok before, but now they looked decidedly iffy, and Batman had a standing rule that anyone facing that sort of number had to call for back-up. She was in two minds again. Calling for help was absolutely the last thing she wanted to do on her first solo patrol, and still nothing untoward had happened. She decided to wait and watch. Again, she didn't have long to wait. The sound of another vehicle pulling up outside had all the men onto their feet. The level of tension in the barn rose a few notches, and Batgirl's muscles tensed automatically. There was a scuffling sound outside before the small door crashed open again and two more heavies burst in, bundling in two hooded figures who were struggling and squirming in their grasp. Following them was a tall, thin man with short dark hair and a pencil thin moustache. Judging by the way the rest drew back from him, Batgirl presumed this was the 'Boss', Marco. Batgirl's immediate attention however was focussed on the two hooded figures. A man dressed in a black lounge suit was being hustled towards the single wooden chair under the light, the other, clearly a woman judging by the long black evening dress and matching stiletto shoes was being held in a big bear hood by one of the heavies to one side. Both were complaining loudly but indistinctly from under their rough hessian hoods. The man was quickly forced onto the chair and big hands made light work of fastening his legs, and pulling his hands behind him before lashing them to the chair as well. He continued to struggle hard, but totally ineffectively. The woman however was making a nuisance of herself, trying hard to kick back at the shins of the big man who seemed to almost engulf her with his arms, her struggles highlighting the deep side-slit in her dress and exposing a long white leg up to mid-thigh. Marco was clearly annoyed at the distraction. "Tie her to the hook you morons!" he shouted indicating the large metal hook dangling at the end of the pulley chains above them. In the burst of activity that followed, the woman was overwhelmed, her hands tied together and looped onto the hook, one of the men pulling on the chain to drag it upwards until she was dangling down with her shoes just touching the floor. It took her a few minutes to gain her balance and the men laughed mockingly as her feet scrabbled for purchase. "About time too!" snapped the tall, thin man, reaching up and dragging off the hood from the woman's head, revealing a face contorted with fury, her auburn hair dishevelled, but still with plenty of fight in her. "You miserable bastards! Let us go you creeps, or I'll ........ouch!" "Oh shut up you slag!" he snapped as he reached down and grasped one of her breasts, twisting hard. They were glaring at each other, and Batgirl could see her better now. She was as tall as he was, and the strapless black evening dress was tight enough to suggest a good figure with well-rounded hips. The cut at the front was deep enough to display a promising hint of cleavage and Batgirl thought that she looked youngish, probably early thirties. But as her deep brown eyes darted round, taking in the scene, Batgirl could see the fear build, sapping her energy. Marco quickly lost interest in her and strode back to the man in the chair, dragging off his hood as well. This revealed a middle aged man, older than the woman, but just as angry. "What the hell ......!" he blustered as he looked around, sighing miserably as he saw the woman dangling from the chains in front of him, "Oh noooooo, Sarah! Are you all right dear?" "It's ok Derek," she responded, Batgirl now assuming that she was his wife. "We'll get out of this somehow!" she finished determinedly. "You won't if mister deputy, assistant bank manager here or whatever you call yourself doesn't co-operate!!" added the thin man as he stood menacingly over his captive. "Look, take our money, jewelry, my credit cards, I can get more cash ...aaaaaargh!" Derek didn't get to finish as the Marco's hand slapped hard across his face, knocking it sideways. "Derek!" cried his wife as she lost balance and pirouetted on the chains again. "Wrong answer! Christ if we wanted your bloody valuables why would we bother with this place!!" he stormed, "You know what we want!" "I don't....." the man responded miserably as a sliver of blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth. The second slap sounded like a gunshot as the poor man's head rocketed to the other side, accompanied by a moan from his wife. Batgirl was frustrated in her helplessness as she suddenly realised that she had no alternative. This was getting out of hand. She'd have to call Batman for back-up after all. She ducked back behind the hay, dragged out her communicator and hit the red 'emergency' button. It would alert Batman and show exactly where they were. It wasn't what she'd wanted, but it made good sense. Much as she hated to admit it, she couldn't take on ten powerful men on her own! She peeped round the bale of hay again. "OK, I'll make it easy," Marco was continuing, "just give us the combination to the vault you sap!" The man was shaking his head. "I can't......." he offered miserably, cringing back as the hand lifted again. This time the blow didn't land. Marco whirled round, "Ok, let's see if this jogs your memory," and reached for the woman, gripping the front of her dress and dragging it forward and down. There was a collective gasp from the surrounding men as the woman's breasts popped into view. Batgirl was shocked at the speed of it, as was the woman below, her raised arms tightening the two milky white orbs, the deep brown areolas surmounted by stubby, pink-brown nipples that stood out proudly in front of her. "Oh!" she gasped in shock as she saw all eyes in the room lock onto her bare bosom. "Mmmm not bad lady, not bad at all," laughed Marco as he circled round her, "you really shouldn't keep those all to yourself now should you!!" and to shouts of encouragement from his audience he wrapped his arms around her and cupped the soft flesh in his hands. "You lousy worm!" the woman exclaimed as his fingers tightened their grip, "you'll get ...... aaaaaah!" He laughed again as he trapped her nipples between his finger and thumb, squeezing and twisting at the same time. Batgirl had tensed, the sight of that man playing with the innocent woman was infuriating her, but she still couldn't move, the odds were too great. Her husband hurled a series of oaths at her tormentor and thrashed gamely at his bonds, but he too was helpless. "So mister bank supremo, what do you think?" said Marco as he pulled the wife back into a tight embrace, "ready to co-operate now?!" The husband was looking straight into his wife's eyes. She was shaking her head, telling him that she could handle this, and Batgirl was so impressed that, even now, she tried to kick back at her captor. But he simply grasped her harder and repeated the treatment on her nipples. It was enough to sap her husband's will. "Ok, ok...... leave her ...........please! I'll give you the code." "That's more like it," responded Marco as he called to one of his men, "Beppy, get some paper and write it down." In a defeated whisper, the husband listed a string of numbers, Beppy faithfully transcribing as instructed, then he sagged back into the chair. The 'boss' was looking quizzically at him. "How many numbers you got there Beppy?" "Six boss." "That's not enough you cheating bastard!" he shouted at his captive, "I know that there should be twelve!" "I know, I know ..... but I only have the first six. I can't help it ..... the other six are kept by my colleague, Harold, the other deputy manager." "I don't fucking believe you!!" raged the Marco, grasping the man's wife even tighter in his arms, "You want we should see some more of your slag?!" "I can't help it! I don't know the rest!.... I just don't!!" he screamed back desperately. It was too late. Marco was running one of his hands down the woman's side, the other arm wrapped across her front, pushing up her breasts and keeping her pressed into him. He reached down, grasped the material and began to draw it slowly upwards, gradually exposing the woman's slim calves, then her knees before her delectable white thighs slid into view. The woman was still struggling silently in his arms but he was too strong. Her husband was begging them to stop, but one look at Marco's face told Batgirl that this wasn't going to end well. He was clearly enjoying himself and the tension in the room rose inexorably as the other men were drawing closer, shouting encouragement as more and more thigh was revealed. Batgirl looked around impotently. 'Where the hell is Batman!?' she thought desperately, but there was no sign of help yet. An excited buzz from the crowd drew her eyes back down again she was horrified to see that the dress was up around the woman's waist. The hem had risen high enough to expose a pair of flimsy looking black panties that made the woman look almost more vulnerable than if she'd been naked. There was a collective sigh from around her as the men drank in the sight of the soft material caressing her prominent pubic mound. A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 01 "Now then, last chance you fucker!" shouted Marco to the defeated man in the chair. His voice was suddenly husky and Batgirl seriously doubted whether he would stop even if he did get the rest of the code. The bound man looked ten years older and was simply shaking his head from side to side as tears ran down his cheeks. He knew that he could do nothing to help her. 3 -- Batgirl Has a Problem Batgirl was on tenterhooks as she watched the inevitable progress of Marco's hand as it ran across the woman's stomach to the top of her panties and then suddenly dipped inside. She watched in horror as the fingers, clearly visible through the thin material, began to explore between the woman's legs. The woman had clamped her thighs together to try and keep him out, but it was impossible and she moaned miserably as she felt him roughly exploring her inner treasures. The tension in the room was electric with everyone focussed on the man and the struggling woman under the dangling light. Finally, Batgirl had had enough! Odds or no odds, rules or no rules, she couldn't watch this any longer and with a mighty leap she landed on the barn floor behind the circle of men. In an instant she'd felled two of them! She was crouching to gather her balance after the landing as the nearest men turned in surprise. She caught one of them with quick kick to the side of his knee sending him roaring to the floor in pain, and exploded upwards with a straight, stiff arm to catch the next man under the chin with enough energy to lift him off his feet, accompanied by the satisfying sound of a breaking jawbone. Batgirl had an idea what she wanted to do but there had been no time to plan. This was pure instinct! Pure adrenaline, pure violence as the frustrations of the past minutes swept her on! Most of the men had taken steps backwards as the purple clad whirlwind swept towards them, her foot flailing round in an arc to clear the way. Unfortunately for Marco, his hand being caught inside his victim's panties, he was slow to move and only had time to twist and duck before the stiff fingers launched at his throat crashed into the side of his face, spinning him around as he cart-wheeled away into the dark. Batgirl had her small knife out in the same fluid movement, slicing through the woman's bonds above her head and catching her as she collapsed forwards, dragging her to her husband who was freed instantly by quick slashes from the blade. The shock of the attack had frozen her opponents so far, but Batgirl could see that they were recovering fast. Desperately she dragged the man and woman to the doorway, bundling them through into the cool night air as the woman attempted to pull the dress back over semi-naked body. "Quick -- run for it -- call the police!!" was all she had time to say before she pushed them away and slammed the door shut behind them, turning slowly to face back into the barn. Whatever happened, she had to give them time to escape! By now, as she quickly spotted, the men had got over their initial shock of her arrival amongst them. The two that she'd already dealt with were still on the floor, one out cold, the other writhing in agony. The boss, Marco, was just getting groggily to his feet in the background. That still left eight though, and they were forming a menacing looking crowd as they spread out in front of her, still uncertain what to do........ but not for long! "What the fuck you waiting for tossers!!" screamed the damaged Marco, "Get her!!!" Batgirl was coolly assessing options. All Batman's training was coming to the fore, and at last she had a plan! She was vaguely annoyed that Batman wasn't here yet, but in the back of her mind she knew that only three of four minutes had elapsed since she'd sent out the alarm. Everything had gone downhill so incredibly quickly! The plan was simple. Get out before she got obliterated! She sidled sideways in a fighting crouch as the men advanced. None of them seemed keen to be at the front though as they cautiously moved forward, almost as a unit. Batgirl had her eyes on the two at the end to her right. One was a big black guy, massive biceps bulging under a dirty white tee shirt but maybe too big to be mobile, the other was a younger looking youth with a crew cut, and maybe not so experienced as the others. Behind them she'd seen her route out. A tractor was parked in front of the platform that she'd been looking down from so recently. It would be an easy jump from that to the platform, from there to the window, then straight out through the window and wait for the cavalry! Simple. It was just a question of timing, waiting for them to get closer but not too close. Her eyes flashed across their faces seeing a mixture of aggression tinged with some doubt. That was promising! Suddenly she moved! She feinted left and as their weight went onto the wrong foot she twisted round and launched herself at her two targets on the right. Her foot twisted up and round like a ballerina's and caught the negro squarely on the side of his face. Batgirl had time to smile in satisfaction as she heard bone cracking as the man went sideways with the blow and stumbled into the men next to him. The younger man was quicker than she'd expected though and the fist that she'd driven hard upwards towards his groin bounced harmlessly off his thigh as he twisted away. He was off balance though, creating the gap she'd wanted and she was through it like lightning! Two quick strides brought her to the tractor and she jumped smoothly up onto the mudguard, ready for the second leap onto the platform. 'Easy!' she thought in exuberant triumph. Not easy! There was a metallic cracking sound as the rusted metal gave way under her weight and, instead of soaring upwards to the safety of the platform, she was falling backwards like a sack onto the barn floor. This time there was no escape as, with a roar, the remaining men fell on her, raining down blows and trapping her beneath their weight. She squirmed and struggled, but there were too many and eventually one of the fists landed on her jaw and sent her brain spinning amidst a multitude of flashing lights. Groggily she felt herself being manhandled to her feet, her legs unable to hold her weight as her wrists and ankles were lashed together and suddenly she was being drawn into the sky! She shook her head to clear the spinning stars and gradually realised that she was dangling down from the big hook, just like the previous victim. Her arms were straining upwards because her feet were a few inches clear of the ground. Suddenly she felt an icy trickle of fear run down her spine. This definitely wasn't part of the plan! As her eyes re-focussed and her strength began to return, she saw an unpleasant sight appear in front of her. Marco! He was fingering the big bruise down the side of his face and his eyes stared into hers with pure hatred. "I don't know who the hell you are lady, but you're really going to pay for this big time!" Batgirl couldn't believe it! The sap really didn't know who she was. How incredibly galling! I mean, she was relatively new to the crime-fighting scene, but surely word had got round about her now. Suddenly it was her turn to get angry again. "I think that she's got something to do with Batman," offered one of the heavies. "Well, so what, we'll be returning her to Batman in little pieces," replied Marco nastily, "........ but ...." He looked at her again, spinning slowly in the air, her skin-tight purple suit accentuating her gorgeous figure, her big mane of red locks draped over her yellow cape, " ....... nice butt eh men ...... maybe we should have a bit of fun with her first!" He stepped forward and almost casually reached up to fondle her suit covered breasts. She sucked in air sharply as she felt his rough fingers working on her treasured orbs. The suit was great protection against anything sharp, but hadn't been designed to stop this sort of attack! She tried hard to kick at him, but only succeeded in intensifying the feelings radiating out from the assault on her breasts. Sickeningly she realised with dread just how vulnerable she was to Marko's wandering hands. Marco was laughing throatily now as he let one hand run down over her smooth stomach, toying briefly with her utility belt before sinking unerringly downwards to massage her pussy, his fingers searching between her legs as he gave her a squeeze that sent more signals to Batgirls brain than she cared to deal with. It was beginning to look like she was going to suffer the same fate that she'd just rescued Sarah from! How incredibly exasperating! Her eyes lit up briefly as she thought forward, doing her best to ignore the cruel fingers busily assaulting her clit. Surely they'd have to take her down from the hook if they really were going to assault her? Maybe that would be her chance?! Scanning the faces around her, her hopes dimmed just as quickly as they'd risen. There were so many of them and they were so big and, judging by their expressions, they wanted nothing more than having a piece of her. She swallowed hard as her utter helplessness struck home. 4 -- A Fate Worse Than ........? But suddenly it all changed! A black shadow materialised above them and with a roar was down amongst the crowd, scattering men in all directions. Batman at last! Marco had stepped back, looking around desperately for support as Batman quickly slashed through Batgirl's restraints and pulled her down next to him. "Just hanging around again Batgirl?!" he laughed grimly as they squared up to the gang, "Ready to clean these vermin up?" "You bet!!" she responded happily, shrugging off the protests from her bruises as the adrenaline and pure unadulterated relief shot through her body, steadying her trembling limbs. The next few minutes were carnage as the two crime-fighters happily set about the gang, suddenly unable to believe what had hit them. Unconscious bodies were piling up all around as Batgirl paused briefly for breath and to survey their handiwork. She saw Batman finishing off the last of the heavies a few yards away and then realised in horror that there was someone else still standing! Marco had appeared on a bale of straw above Batman hefting a mean looking shovel above his head. She shouted a warning and launched herself at Marco who swung and missed. Landing on the bale she let Marco's twisting motion send him off-balance before kicking viciously into the back of his knee, sending him flying from the straw and thudding with a scream onto the hard floor. Batgirl didn't have time to celebrate. The bale of straw was wobbling under her and she was losing her own balance. Her arms flailed out in a vain attempt to stay up, but then she was falling backwards! Then, magically, she was flying again! She felt strong arms scoop her up as Batman twisted round and pulled her to him. It seemed like fate was on her side after all! It was just what she wanted, just what she needed as the adrenaline dissipated and she wrapped her arms around his dark mask covered neck in blissful relief. Batman was hanging onto her, they were both breathing hard, his strong muscles somehow delicate as she snuggled up to him. This was almost better than she could have hoped! "God, Batgirl," he gasped at last, "I was so worried about you! Are you alright?" She looked up into his eyes, full of concern, radiating warmth into her inner soul, feeling those strong, protective arms around her. She knew that she should probably be responding in some overt, matey sort of way, but reaction was setting in and she just gave in to her emotions. "I am now," she murmured happily as she closed her eyes for a moment, snuggled deeper into his arms. They stayed like that for a long, silent minute, just looking at each other. Batman's strong chin didn't give any indication of his feelings, but she could see in his eyes the concern and caring and maybe something deeper? She knew that her own eyes would be radiating tenderness, relief and she doubted that they'd conceal her desire. Suddenly she realised that he'd clearly spotted it as he cleared his throat and gently lowered her to her feet, their eyes locked together all the way. She was disappointed to be on her feet again, and a little unstable as well! She staggered sideways a little into Batman, his arm wrapping itself around her shoulders again to stabilise her and suddenly their faces were just inches from each other. He was taller, and she had to look up to meet his gaze. It wasn't planned, at least she didn't know it if it was, but it seemed the most natural thing in the world to rise on her toes and cover his lips with hers. It was a tentative movement, and the blood was pounding in her heart as she pressed harder, and then, almost unbelievably she felt him respond! There was a flash of lightning in the background that seemed to ignite an inner fire. His lips pressed back and a low sigh escaped from her throat. It was heavenly as she felt her whole body switch on, a raging fire building remorselessly between her legs. Unfortunately, it didn't last. Batman quickly pulled back, his eyes registering shock, then amazement. Before either could speak the doors behind them burst in and the barn was suddenly swamped with noisy, armed police, closely followed by the banker and his wife. She'd managed to re-arrange her clothing but the long evening dress still looked absurdly out of place. She took one look around the barn and then strode straight over to Batgirl. "Thank God you're alright," she almost cried, as she reached forward to hug her. "You're friend saved our lives!" she added to Batman, "She was marvellous. I can't thank her enough." Now she really was crying and surprised Batgirl by planting a long hard kiss on her lips before, somewhat reluctantly, pulling away. "She is rather good isn't she?" laughed Batman at last, all businesslike again. "But it's all in the line of duty for us ma'am!" Batgirl could have cried herself. That magical moment had gone and, with a last quizzical glance in her direction, Batman went off to help the police Captain begin the 'clean up'. The banker and his wife were soon guided out and Batgirl was left to watch almost as a spectator as the gang was revived and taken out. Marco was the last one to be dealt with, still lying on the floor unable to get up after Batgirl's strike to his knee, and staring at Batgirl with a deep, malevolent hatred that didn't bode well if she should ever fall into his hands again. As two uniforms headed his way, Batgirl stepped forward and stood above him. "Just something to remember me by," she smiled sweetly at him as she reached down into the front of his pants, grabbing and twisting hard. "My name's Batgirl," she added as his long scream split the night. "What was that all about?" asked Batman from behind in surprise. "I don't like him," she responded evenly. "Oh, ............ that'll be alright then...." Batman replied uncertainly, eyebrows raised. 5 - Plan A -- High Expectations The morning sun was shining brightly through the large windows at the top of the ornate staircase in Wayne Mansion. It was Autumn and the sun was low enough to dazzle, but it still had plenty of strength as Barbara Gordon paused for a moment to bask in the warmth of its rays. The outer warmth almost matched her inner excitement as she considered the next part of her plan. It was two days since her first foray alone onto Gotham's streets as Batman's new partner. She knew that it could have all gone horribly wrong, but it hadn't, much to her relief as she remembered the risks she'd taken. After the news of the arrest of the Marco gang, Batgirl had become a minor celebrity as the banker's wife, Sarah, had swamped the media with praise for her saviour! Even her father, Police Commissioner Gordon, had made her cringe as he'd given a press conference where he'd almost described her as Gotham's latest saint! If her father had only known that it was his daughter, demure Barbara Gordon, assistant librarian at Gotham Library that had transformed into the ravishing Batgirl, she suspected that he'd have had a heart attack! Mind you, when she'd seen the next day's later editions she'd nearly had a heart attack herself! Splashed across the front page of one of Gotham's more lurid daily's was a big picture of Batgirl and Batman. Not just any picture either. It had caught them in that clinch in the barn. A clinch that she'd so hoped for but never expected to see in public. She was in his arms, her head tilted towards Batman's, their lips just inches apart, hers moist and slightly parted, both staring deeply into each other's eyes! The caption, in massive letters, had read 'WILL HE, WON'T HE?' That damn reporter must have followed her after all she'd realised immediately and the flash she'd thought was lightening outside the barn was the camera getting him the scoop of his life! She'd mentally added his name to the list that she'd started of people that would be getting some future attention from Batgirl! Her thoughts inevitable switched to Batman. She'd had little opportunity to speak to him since the debrief immediately after the evenings 'entertainment'. A quick phone call after the papers hit the streets and they'd agreed to play it cool, 'no comments' all round, but she certainly hadn't forgotten the kiss! The last few days had been spent soothing away her bruises, but at no moment had she lost that ecstatic feel of his lips on hers. She could almost taste him still! This morning she'd arrived at Bruce Wayne's mansion on the outskirts of town for Batman's crime review breakfast meeting in a state of high tension. It was a weekly session, held each Friday where Batman, Robin and now Batgirl met up to consider the state of crime across Gotham, and share intelligence on the major criminals. Being in private, served only by Bruce's faithful old retainer, Alfred, they met in 'civilian' guise. As always, Bruce and Dick Grayson, Robin, wore casual slacks and cardigans. Barbara, amazed at their conservative approach to clothing always tried to look smarter. Today, with her plan in mind, she'd arrived in a short, tightly fitting cream mini dress, cut low enough at the top to display the beginnings of a healthy cleavage, and high enough at the bottom to display a lot of tanned legs, particularly when she sat down and crossed her legs. To offset the tight bottom and allow her to move freely, it was slit up the back a long way up her fabulous thighs. She'd happily noted both the men's reactions when she'd walked confidently in, turning and bending slightly to pull out a chair so that yards of glowing thigh flashed into view. Dick's eyes in particular had almost popped out of his head, but it was Bruce's slow smile and raised eyebrow that most pleased her. The meeting itself had flashed by quickly. She hadn't really been that interested, just making sure that Bruce's attention stayed on her figure for as much time as possible. Alfred had complemented her on her looks, but the others had kept their council. Dick probably didn't trust himself to speak! He was a little younger than her and had been with Batman for years, but being younger, Barbara had soon put him in his place, particularly when she'd recognised the crush that he'd developed on her! She in turn spent most of her time admiring Bruce's athletic looking frame. His strong facial features were dominated by sparkling grey-blue eyes. She thought longingly that they were almost hypnotically attractive! Okay, Bruce was a little older then her, but did ten or twelve years make any difference in this day and age? She thought not! She frowned suddenly as she remembered the one point of disagreement that had come up. Almost at the end, Bruce had calmly proposed moving Catwoman out of the Category A list of criminals which included such noteworthy opponents as The Riddler, Joker and Penguin. He wanted to shift her into the lesser Category B group populated more by armed robbers such as Marco. This latter group attracted a much lower level of surveillance and attention. It had been so casually said that she'd almost missed it, but Dick had almost fallen off his chair in surprise. A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 01 "You can't be serious!" he'd blurted out in shock, looking at Barbara for support, "She's evil! She causes us more trouble than most of the rest put together." Bruce appeared to have made up his mind though. He'd made the point that Catwoman was really just a more successful jewel robber than the rest, but that she rarely put lives at risk. Dick had blustered on a bit but had eventually run out of steam, looking at Barbara plaintively again for support. Barbara had shrugged back helplessly. She hadn't really come across Catwoman much so didn't feel that strongly about it, and there was absolutely no way that she was going to make waves with Batman today. However she'd noted Alfred's look of concern in the background and would certainly have reacted differently if she'd known how the next few days would pan out! As she gazed out of the window across the gravel drive to the ornamental gardens, thoughts of Catwoman were far from her mind. She was lost in thought again but this time solely on Batman. This was going to be a day he'd remember for a long time! She'd deliberately taken the day off so that she could give him her full attention and nothing was going to distract her. The only fly in the ointment was her parting with Heather Samuels the next day. Heather was probably her best friend at the library, but after a recent shattering break-up with her long-time lover, she'd decided to migrate to the other side of the country to make a new start. Barbara had considered paying the young man in question a visit, but in the end had decided that Heather was probably best rid of him and if he turned up damaged before she left there might be some uncomfortable questions to answer! Anyway, at least they'd be able to party tonight. Heather had got them tickets for a big University fancy dress ball and was out shopping this morning getting them some costumes. She shook her head to dispel the sadness that had crept over her and set off briskly down the softly furnished passageway. When she found the door that she was looking for, she looked a little guiltily back down the corridor. It was deserted though, so she eased it open, pausing slightly before entering. It was a large bedroom, furnished in a tasteful mixture of greys and silver. The room was big enough not to be dominated by the large queen size bed that had immediately caught her attention. A door to one side led off to an en-suite bathroom and a modern, glass-topped desk shone in the sunlight next to the big double windows that led onto a wide veranda. One wall was covered by the slatted doors of a long wardrobe, containing a floor to ceiling mirror in the middle, but apart from a rather plain chair in one corner there were no other furnishings. It was clearly a man's room, Bruce Wayne's bedroom in fact and, as she stared hungrily at the centre of the room, Batman's bed! 'Got to get a grip girl!' she told herself as she realised that she was almost salivating at the thought of what they'd soon be doing on that smooth, soft looking cover. She heard a noise from the gravel outside and wandered casually across to the window, trailing the back of her fingers across the bed as she went, trying to ignore the thrill the contact gave her. As she glanced out, she noticed a low slung, red sports car parked right outside the front door, a figure that she couldn't identify just disappearing into the house. She looked back at the bed again. So, this was it then, 'Plan A' she thought excitedly. It was also Plan B, Plan C through to Plan Z! No need for back-ups, she was sure. That kiss had been good enough for her and the clincher had been the way that Bruce had been looking at her during the meeting. She'd spotted plenty of admiring glances when he'd thought she wasn't looking, the way his eyes would go dreamy from time to time. She was a woman after all, how could she miss the signs! She'd checked his schedule with Alfred after the meeting. Just a forty minute session with the chief executive officer of one of his charities, then nothing for the rest of the morning. Plenty of time! She'd quickly scribbled a note and sealed it in an envelope, asking Alfred to give it to Bruce after his meeting was finished. Alfred had looked a little puzzled, but she'd just given him a big beaming smile and headed for the staircase. The words in the envelope were simple enough, direct enough, even for Batman! " Meet me in your bedroom now, I've got something important to show you!! -- Barbara." 6 - So What Was Plan B Again? She looked at her watch impatiently. Would he really be forty minutes on charity business with some crusty old businessman? Speaking of charities, that was some sort of transport outside for an executive in that line of business! She shook her head in wonder at the state of the world. She caught her reflection in the mirror. God but she looked good! She turned sideways. Her uplift bra was thrusting her bosom forward provocatively in the tight dress, her rear stuck out nicely in the opposite direction, the material clinging smoothly over her full hips. Perfect! It was a dreamy moment and, in the end, she couldn't stop herself. Her hand twisted round and reached up her back, slipping off the catch at her neck before dragging the zipper smoothly downwards to the base of her spine. In a fluid, flowing motion, she'd stepped out of the dress and draped it over the bed. Underneath she wore only a matching cream bra and brief set that she'd specifically bought with this moment in mind. The half cup bra simply scooped up her already firm breasts, half covered in delicate lacy swirls that just stretched over her nipples and thrust the bare orbs closely together in the middle. The briefs were just that ......... brief! They had a matching lace trim and were tightly drawn around her hips, her soft straw coloured pussy peeking tantalising through the diaphanous material as the triangle of material dipped down into the valley between her legs. She ran her hands down her sides, feeling how alive her skin had become. She was happy. She looked hot. She FELT hot! Lying gracefully down on the big bed, she squirmed on the cool, smooth material letting her vivid imagination take over as she pictured Bruce's expression when he came through the door. It was impossible not to let her hands run over her expectant breasts as she imagined his firm touch. A long gentle sigh escaped from her lips as she felt the tingle between her legs developing into a little fire! Then she sat up, quickly, as muffled sounds pierced her brain from the corridor outside. She struggled to understand. Surely it was way too early to be Bruce? The noise was indistinct at first, a mixture of short, urgent, indecipherable words and sounds, almost animal like in their tone. She couldn't make them out, but was alarmed to hear them getting nearer. She was frozen on the bed, trying to make sense of the mystery when she realised that whatever they were, they were close to the door, and with a shock she heard a bump as something soft but firm struck the door. Almost instantly, and with a bigger shock, she recognised one of the voices as Bruce Wayne's and then she realised, heart sinking, that he was with a woman! She gasped in horror at the thought of her being found like that. Her eyes frantically scanned the room for escape options. There were none! The bathroom might be a possibility, but instinct told her not to risk it. The only possibility was the wardrobes. She jumped up and took a pace towards them, then an annoyed pace back as she dragged her dress off the bed. Now the urgency peaked as she heard the door handle begin to turn! With a superhuman effort she bounded over to the nearest wardrobe door, dragged it open and squeezed herself in between a row of Bruce's tailor made suits, before pulling it swiftly closed behind her. Breathlessly she shut her eyes for a moment in relief at the dramatic escape, waiting for them to get accustomed to the dark. As she nestled in between the row of suits, her senses were assaulted by the addictive fragrance of Bruce Wayne. But it was the confusion in her brain that was her first concern. What was going on? Who was the woman's voice she'd heard? What was going on!? This was soon answered as she peeped through the door slats and encountered a sight that froze her to her core. The bedroom door suddenly burst open and two figures stumbled in. One was Bruce, the other a tall, raven haired woman. For a second, Barbara thought that they were fighting and her muscles tensed, ready to pounce out and rescue her hero. Then reality took hold. They were intertwined together which was why they were stumbling in. Her arms were around his neck pulling him to her, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. Bruce's hands were raking up and down her back and around her behind, pulling her hips hard into is. They were making the sort of animal sounds that had confused Barbara earlier as they delighted in the sensations that they were triggering in each other. Barbara felt her cheeks go hot in response as she watched them writhe together, slamming the door shut behind them. Should she shut her eyes, look away? She was still in shock at the sight of her Bruce with another woman! Here, right in front of her! But she couldn't turn away. The woman had now forced Bruce backwards against the door, and was grinding her hips into his. Barbara could easily imagine that Bruce's inevitable erection would be rubbing up against the woman's pussy. Suddenly, as she watched transfixed, Barbara felt that familiar tingle increasing between her own legs. Oh God, how could this be? The unwelcome visitor was wearing a dark blue business suit, fitted tight on her slim figure, but not for long. With a twist of her shoulders she jettisoned the jacket onto the floor and was working urgently at the buttons of the white blouse underneath, her lips still working hard against his. Bruce's hands had dropped down to the tight skirt pressing against him and dragged up the hem to her bottom, displaying long, lithe legs encased in black stockings with a band of soft white flesh peaking out above. Barbara watched in awe as his hands began to rub and squeeze the woman's cheeks below the skirt, pulling her even harder onto the hard bulge in his pants. The erotic sight was building up the fire between Barbara's legs as she imagined the feelings that must be coursing through the woman's pussy! This was so unfair, it should be her being grappled, not some stranger! Finally their lips parted and they pulled away from the door and stumbled again towards the bed, towards Barbara in her hiding place! Barbara finally had a good look at the woman's face. It was flushed with excitement, her blue eyes sparkling with desire. She was older than Barbara, maybe Batman's age she speculated before Barbara closed her eyes briefly in exasperation as she realised that she was to be a helpless spectator in the coming act, and she'd be in the front stalls! The woman was dragging off Bruce's shirt as he fumbled with his belt buckle. She slipped off her blouse then knocked his hands away and finished un-buckling the belt herself, kneeling quickly down to drag off Bruce's slacks, shoes and socks. As she rose up she almost threw him backwards onto the bed, his manhood covered only by some light blue shorts, shorts that struggled to hide a massive erection. The mysterious woman stopped briefly, staring at the tent pole sticking up from his shorts and let out a little high pitched moan. Barbara was staring at the same thing and may even have let out the same sound. She suddenly realised that through all this, they'd not said a single word! Plenty of gasping, moaning and sighing, but no words of endearment or love! Barbara wondered almost hopefully if the woman was a hooker! Clearly high class of course for a man of Bruce's pedigree but still, that was better than any other explanation surely. Barbara's hopes rose just as the tingling between her legs started to get intolerable. The woman was moving again now. As Bruce looked up expectantly, she stood before him like a beautiful siren. She was wearing a black, matching bra and briefs set, delicately covered in black lace. The stockings were attached to a thin black suspender belt wrapped tightly around her waist. Even Barbara was reluctantly impressed by the incredibly sexy sight. If this woman really was a hooker, she clearly knew how to seduce a man! That illusion was soon shattered! The woman smiled provocatively as she reached behind her to release the bra catch, letting the straps slide forward on her arms as she slowly let the cups fall away and release two glorious looking breasts. As she let the bra drop away, she shrugged her shoulders to make them jiggle in front of him, the nipples doing a little dance as Bruce looked on, mesmerised. Barbara swallowed hungrily as she watched the bulge in his shorts get even bigger. "My, my Bruce," the woman breathed huskily at last, "you really are worth waiting for. You're bigger than I remember!" "Get down here Selina," responded Bruce urgently as he reached up for her, "I'm going to make you remember this for a long time to come!" She squealed with laughter as she evaded his hands and quickly grabbed at the waistband of her briefs, dragging them over her hips and down her legs. Even to Barbara's eyes the tidy little black jungle of pussy seemed to be wet with anticipation! Then Selina was on the bed, grabbing at Bruce's shorts and dragging them downwards. Again she jerked to a stop as she stared at the giant erection that she'd unleashed. This time Barbara knew that the tiny high pitched sound had escaped from her own throat as she stared in amazement at the size of Bruce's erection. He was huge! Just like she'd always imagined! She felt her fingers slipping inside her own panties, and could do nothing to stop them closing around her own wet labia lips. Oh God! By now, Bruce's shorts had disappeared over the edge of the bed as the woman evaded his reach again and straddled him, pulling his hands up to her breasts and letting them play with her nipples. She threw her head back in delight as the thrilling sensation coursed into her brain, before lifting her hips and easing herself backwards, feeling Bruce's giant penis rub up against the cheeks of her bottom. Now it was all urgency as she let the tip slide under her legs, before feeling it nestle between her sodden sexual lips, nosing up against the hot entrance to her inner cavern. With a deep breath she pushed firmly down and back, both of them letting out a long gasp as he slipped inside her, forcing her wide open to meet his size, and then sliding deeper and deeper into her welcoming vagina. Both of them paused for magic seconds to wallow in the sensations triggered deep within her. "Oh God, God, God ...................!" she gasped. Bruce had his eyes shut and just grunted in return. Barbara bit back a wail of frustration in her miserable hiding place! Quickly the woman began to move back and forward, forcing his shaft to rub up against every part of her inner cavern, letting the electric sensations tighten her muscles, gripping Bruce even harder. Now he was forcing his hips back up at her, long thrusts that forced the breath from both of them, almost launching her into the air. Her head was soon thrashing from side to side, her raven hair whirling around her as the pace built up. Even Barbara was gasping for breath as the animal-like intensity increased. Suddenly, with a quick twist of his hips, and a surge upwards Bruce lifted her off her knees and twisted her underneath him as he forced himself on top! She gasped in shock, surprise and pleasure as she felt him drive even deeper into her. Grasping her flailing wrists together, he dragged them above her head and with little grunt of triumph began pumping away hard between her splayed out legs. It was almost brutal, but the woman was responding, wrapping her legs around his back and meeting each thrust with one of her own, moaning as the contact triggered shivering vibrations through her swollen clit. Barbara couldn't take her eyes off them as her own fingers busied themselves inside her panties triggering wonderful vibrations of their own! It seemed to go on forever, the two of them lost in their savage embrace, lost in their world of lust and excitement and getting nearer and nearer towards a shattering climax. By now the woman had dragged her hands free and Barbara watched them start to rake up and down his back, creating thin red lines. He didn't seem to notice, his eyes shut, veins in his neck standing out as he concentrated on trying to control his release. But it would have to come soon! Suddenly the woman arched her back and pushed back hard one last time onto Bruce's red hot poker. "Oh God Batman, yes .....yes ........yes...... aaaaaaaaaah!!" Bruce's release came instantly as well when he felt the woman's convulsions ripple around him, sending his seed exploding deep into her inner lair, but she continued to buck hard underneath him for long seconds afterwards. Barbara too had let out a little muted cry in the wardrobe as her fingers finished their work on her clit sending a powerful set of warm vibrations around her own body, making her lean onto one of the wardrobe supports as her legs went weak under her. Watching Bruce and this other woman, Selina, had been in turn embarrassing, annoying, frustrating and yet so exciting! She'd never seen such a hot, sexy encounter in her life! 7 - The Aftermath Everybody seemed to need time to recover. When Barbara finally dragged her hand out of her panties and focused properly again, she saw that Bruce had rolled off the woman onto his side, his muscular thighs and buttocks covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She was still on her back, breathing hard, her legs splayed out again, opening up her sopping wet slit to Barbara's dismayed inspection as her juices trickled slowly out. Barbara was still trying to come to terms with it! Who the hell was this woman? She couldn't remember seeing her before, but clearly she and Bruce were on more than good terms! Her Bruce!! Her Batman!!! As she struggled with the reality of it all, she suddenly froze and the hairs stood up on the back of her neck! There was something the woman had said! Something important! She concentrated hard for a minutes before shaking her head in annoyance. Whatever it was had gone. Barbara's eyes drifted back to the woman again. She'd started to move around on the bed, stretching her sinuous legs before lifting her head to look at Bruce, running her hands over her sides as she twisted to face him, her blue eyes glinting. "Mmmmm Bruce, you've not lost your touch have you?" "You should call more often Selina, we're good for each other!" he replied casually, and a little breathlessly still, as he smiled back at her. Barbara couldn't quite understand it. There was no great warmth, but they obviously had a past together. Her train of thought was interrupted by the noise of a phone. "That's mine," sighed the woman as she twisted off the bed and grappled in one of her jacket pockets. She listened for a few moments and then responded briefly, "Ok Vix, you're in place then? That's great, keep me updated." She looked at Bruce as she picked up her clothes and headed for the bathroom, "Gotta go I'm afraid lover boy. Bit of work to see to." Bruce had sat up on the bed looking a little annoyed, "I hope that it's not something that I'm going to get a call-out for!" he snapped impatiently. The woman had clearly just had a quick wash as she re-appeared fully clothed after a few minutes looking like the smart business-woman again as she headed for the door, letting Bruce admire her figure again as he lay back on the bed. She stopped and turned as she opened it. A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 01 "I see that you managed to get your picture in the paper with that little floozy of yours," she said casually, "You looked quite sweet on each other." "That was Batgirl and you know it Selina!" he snapped back, before finishing falteringly, "It was just ....... just ....... a mistake." "Whatever," she smiled sweetly back, "..........you really are hopeless with women Bruce aren't you?" With a little laugh she was gone and Barbara was left fuming in the wardrobe. 'Floozy' indeed! And he'd just dismissed her as a 'mistake'. Aaaaaargh!! She stared back at Bruce, still sat on the bed, still looking like a Grecian God! She was torn between a desire to dash over and pummel him to death or, even now, to drag him onto her so that he could ravish her like the woman before. She felt a hot flush run through her at the thought and she felt ashamed, almost like a prostitute! What was the matter with her?! Her inner turmoil was resolved by Bruce finally getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom. After a few minutes she heard the shower turn on. She recognised that this was the moment to get out, and swung open the door. In a quick, fluid motion she'd stepped into her dress and dragged it over her shoulders, zipping it up as she reached the door. Before leaving she turned and gave the bathroom door a glare that should have set it on fire. As she reached the staircase, she heard the screech of tyres on gravel as 'that woman' set off in her sports car. 'Pity,' thought Barbara as the anger bubbled up inside her, 'a bit earlier and I could have slashed her tyres!' At the bottom of the stairs, Alfred appeared as if summoned by some form of telepathy. He was holding a small silver tray with her note on top. " Ah Miss Gordon, I haven't errr, been able to deliver this to Mr Wayne yet," he apologised. Barbara picked up the note and tore it slowly into tiny pieces, feeling irrational pleasure in each rip of the paper, before depositing the pieces back on the tray. "You can bin that now thank you Alfred" she hissed as she began to turn to the door, "And you can bin Bruce Bloody Wayne as well," she added silently under her breath. Then she stopped and looked back at the old retainer. "Who was that 'woman' with 'Mister' Wayne just now?" "Miss Selina Kyle," Alfred responded, looking a little unhappy, "She's, aahhh, chief executive of the FF Foundation I believe." Barbara pursed her lips as she spun round, noting the name, and swept outside and headed for her own car, "She'll be chief exec of the public toilets when I've finished with her!" she muttered nastily. She made a mental note to check out 'the woman' before she climbed in her car to head back to her flat in town. Then she stopped, literally! It had suddenly dawned on her what the woman had said that had been haunting her. At the moment of climax, hadn't she'd called him 'Batman'!? How could she have known? It was Bruce Wayne's most closely guarded secret! Barbara stared at the steering wheel for long minutes in stunned amazement. As she finally sped away, her shocked mind in turmoil amid dark thoughts revolving around revenge, she didn't notice the small silver saloon that pulled out and discreetly followed her. 8 - After the Aftermath When Barbara finally got back into her flat she was positively seething! It had been building all the way home. Any feelings of inadequacy had been pushed into the deepest recess of her mind and replaced by a burning anger, directed solely at 'that woman' - the mysterious Selina Kyle! She'd almost forgiven Batman. Well, perhaps not totally, but he'd clearly been seduced by the brazen siren, and he was only a man after all. She just needed to do something to vent that anger! She looked around, instinctively picked up a chair and hurled it across the room. With a crash, and accompanying tinkling it landed on her glass coffee table which simply shattered into a million pieces. "Oh Fuck!!" she cried in exasperation. That 'woman' really did have something to pay for now! Suddenly she felt an urgent need to cleanse herself of the morning's events. She marched over to the bedroom, reaching up to the back of her neck and dragging down the dress zipper as she went. In the bedroom, she quickly stepped out of it and threw it disgustedly onto the bed, closely followed by her new, sexy bra. What a waste of money that had been! She didn't even pause in front of the mirror, as she normally would, to admire her beautiful semi-naked figure. She simply headed almost hypnotically towards the bright, modern shower room, pulling down her panties and kicking them to one side before closing the door behind her. Inside she stepped straight into the stall and switched on the water, full blast, letting the stream of hot water slowly wash away the memories of that traumatic morning! ------- ** -------- Catwoman was in her office, on the top floor of the riverside industrial unit that currently served as the headquarters of her 'business' operation. It was large and spacious with a business-like desk at one end and modern meeting table down the middle. In one corner were a couple of black leather sofas and a small coffee table. She'd just pulled on her jet black costume, standing next to the coffee table and was admiring her reflection in the large wall mirror set up behind her desk. She marvelled yet again at how the slinky material moulded itself to her body, the way that it seemed to caress her sensitive skin. She smiled back into the wall mirror, checking how it seemed to accentuate her already curvaceous figure. She was covered in the tight, shiny black material from head to toe. Short black boots and gloves added to the sinister look and the small cowl covering her head, with its two, pointed cat's ears completed the main suit. Her 'accessories' were simple as well. Wrapped around her tiny waist was a grey, pocket belt containing various bits and pieces that a lady criminal just couldn't do without! Hanging off her left hip was her 'enforcer', a lethal looking black bull-whip that friends and foe alike had come to view with a healthy respect. She looked up when there was a knock at the door. "Catwoman?" came a familiar voice from outside, "Are you in there?" She smiled warmly as she recognized the voice, "Come on in Catgirl!" The figure that bounced in was full of energy. She was wearing her new official costume, similar to Catwoman's but flecked with large slashes of pink, startling pink boots and a jewel encrusted waist belt. She was shorter than her mentor by a few inches and her figure was fuller around the hips, but there was no suggestion of fat. She looked as fit and strong as Catwoman herself. Catwoman almost purred in satisfaction as she congratulated herself on her training regime. After years of careful development, she felt sure that Catgirl would be a worthy addition to her 'team'. It was time to start introducing her to the outside world. "Been looking for you boss. Didn't know you were going out?" the newcomer announced as she slopped down on the luxurious black leather sofa. "Oh just had a bit of business to see to with an old errrr....'friend'. It all came up rather suddenly," Catwoman responded carefully as she sat down beside her young protégé, pulling her feet casually under her, "What did you want?" "It's just that student that I've been seeing. You know, the one doing post grad Chemistry at the University. He seems to have quite a story about the stuff that his father is working on. The tests look good and I think that you'll be interested in it's development. I'm sure that we could use it somehow. Do you think that I should set up a meeting?" Catwoman pursed her lips and frowned a little, "Well, I know that it seems like it has potential, but it also sounds a bit far-fetched to me. I've got Vixen working on some of the samples that you got. Let's see how that pans out before we get too excited." She paused carefully before continuing, "You seem to be quite taken with him?" "Oh, he's all right," laughed Catgirl, but seeing the older woman's quizzical stare added quickly, "But it's nothing serious. Just a bit of fun really while I sort out my own post-grad studies, nothing to get excited about." Catwoman would have liked to probe that statement a bit further but her phone interrupted her. The caller said something before Catwoman responded. "She's still at home then?" she listened further and then laughed, "What, Are you serious! She's actually throwing furniture around! Hilarious. Ok, keep watching Vix, talk to you later." "Who's throwing furniture around?" asked an intrigued Catgirl, but Catwoman wasn't forthcoming and just replied with a smile, "Oh Just someone I'm keeping an eye on for the moment." Then she added mysteriously, "I haven't decided whether I've finished with her yet." Catgirl frowned. It wasn't like Catwoman to keep secrets, but she could hardly force the issue. "Anyway," she continued, lifting herself off the sofa, "I'm off to a University bash tonight with him, but I may pop over and see him this afternoon as well. I'll see what I can set up." ---------**---------- Alfred was in the kitchen when Bruce Wayne, freshly showered and changed, popped his head round the door. "Has Batgirl, I mean Barbara, gone already?" he asked. "I'm afraid so Mr Wayne," Alfred responded, "She seemed errr, a little upset about something." "Oh really, I wonder why? She seemed quite perky in the meeting this morning. In fact, I thought that she looked very attractive in that new dress didn't she?" "Indeed sir," replied the old retainer, "She's developed into a beautiful young woman whilst she's been with us." Then he added slowly, "She seemed to be concerned about the lady that you were entertaining upstairs sir" "What? She saw Selina?" "I believe so sir" Bruce's eyes narrowed, "Still, she doesn't know anything about her, does she?" "I imagine that she knows the two of you were upstairs together for some time," responded Alfred with a distinct hint of disapproval. "Oh, don't start that again Alfred! Selina and I go back a long way. I can handle her when I need to you know." "If you say so sir. But it was a strange co-incidence that she suddenly phoned yesterday out of the blue to arrange the meeting. That would be just after all that publicity with Batgirl hit the streets wouldn't it?" "Oh that was just a co-incidence Alfred!" replied Bruce dismissively as he turned to head out, "She always does things on an impulse." As Alfred watched him disappear he shook his head, muttering to himself, "On the contrary Mister Wayne, Selina Kyle never ever does anything on impulse. She's a very, very dangerous woman!" 9 - Heather's Party Surprise It was late afternoon when Barbara arrived at her friend Heather's apartment. It was on the top floor of an old block, full of character and ornate carvings, overlooking a small park and, conveniently, just off the University Campus. They were close enough for her to have a key, but she called on the intercom anyway and was buzzed in. As she climbed the stairway, breathing in the sweet aroma of freshly polished wood, she consciously gave herself a metaphorical kick up the backside to rid herself of the anger and despair that had plagued her all afternoon. Just because Bruce had disgraced himself earlier with that, that raven haired slut! She was absolutely not going to let it spoil her last evening with Heather! She took a deep breath and walked up to the apartment door. Tonight was going to be special. They'd both agreed that they were going to enjoy the party tonight come what may. The sadness of their parting would wait until she left on her flight tomorrow afternoon. And anyway, she was intrigued to see what costumes Heather had managed to get hold of! Heather opened the door with a bright smile. She was shorter than Barbara by a few inches and had the most amazing natural blond hair that cascaded around her face and a long way down her back. She was wearing a knee length silk dressing gown, the thin cream material accentuating her trim figure. She looked at Barbara's casual, baggy jeans and sloppy red jumper in mock dismay, "Well, Barbara, I know that you like 'casual' but really! It's a good job that I've got us something else to wear for tonight!" Barbara laughed as she stepped forward and gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, dropping her large black shoulder bag onto a nearby chair. "Heather, if you knew what a day I've had so far you'd not be surprised that I'm not looking so dressy!" "Oh dear," Heather laughed as she dragged her friend into the living room and pushed her onto a comfy brown sofa, dropping down next to her, "Come on, you poor thing. Tell all!" Barbara looked across at the honest concern in her friend's eyes, but it wasn't the time to unload this on her. "It's ..............it's ................Oh, hell, It's nothing! Let's just concentrate on tonight. Where are our costumes? I've been looking forward to seeing what you got us!" There was still some concern in Heather's eyes as she placed a hand on Barbara's knee, "OK, we'll concentrate on having a great time then! But you know that you can always talk if you need to!?" Barbara smiled back, suddenly almost in tears. She wanted to say, 'Don't go Heather! Stay here in Gotham and we'll sort out that bastard that broke your heart. Stay with me.' She knew that it was too late for that though. They'd had the discussion many times and she knew that Heather was set on leaving. So she forced back the tears and said instead, "Right, let's see these costumes you've hired. I hope that I'm not going as some old biddy!" "Oh definitely not, I assure you! In fact, I wasn't absolutely sure about them," she gave Barbara a slightly hesitant grin, "but there wasn't much left to choose from. I think that everyone in Gotham must be going tonight!" She got up and walked over to the table, indicating two small packages. "They're not very big," said Barbara doubtfully. " It's not all of it, there are some boots over there," replied Heather casually indicating a pair of long knee length, black leather boots standing next to a chair. Barbara's eyes narrowed even further as she saw the silver buckles down the back, "They look like an accessory for 'Miss Whiplash' or something!" "I know, sexy aren't they?" laughed her friend with a devilish grin spreading across her face, "You know what student do's are like though, everyone will be in something a bit risqué! Anyway, there really wasn't much choice and in the end I went for a couple of Super-Heroes!" Barbara felt a sense of foreboding, but before she could say anything Heather had picked up a package and thrown it to her, "I've always fancied being Supergirl. I used to read all the comics you know. I'm really looking forward to this evening! And I got you ...." "Batgirl?" interjected a stunned Barbara as she closed her eyes in amazement. "Yes, how did you know?!" laughed Heather again, "it just seemed so , so ...'you' ...really. What do you think?" Barbara had finally managed to open the seal on the package and was staring at the contents in disbelief. There wasn't a lot to look at! She picked up a tiny purple bikini set adorned with little yellow bat symbols at the tip of the bra cups and in the centre of the 'v' in the skimpy briefs, then a yellow 'utility' belt that clearly doubled as a suspender belt for the neatly folded, transparent yellow-tinted stockings. She picked out a purple cowl, with a shock of very artificial looking red hair flowing down the back and then, perhaps the biggest item, a small yellow cape that attached to a fake diamond broach at her neck. "I can't wear this!" she gasped. "Oh come on Barbara, I know that it's a bit flimsy, but mine's more or less the same, don't be a spoilsport! Oh and there's a couple of black cloaks that we can use to get to the hall without anyone seeing us. Well, not all of us at any rate!" Heather quickly opened the other package so that Barbara could see that the Supergirl costume was equally minimal, the only significant difference appeared to be the bright red and yellow colour scheme and a tiny red micro mini skirt that didn't look as if it would succeed in reaching the top of her thighs! Barbara was holding up the tiny purple briefs, still shaking her head, "If we turn out in these we'll be assaulted as soon as we get in!" "I know," grinned Heather mischievously, "we'll have a great time!" 10 - Catgirl Attempts 'Gentle Persuasion' Catgirl was sauntering along a bright, modern corridor within the University Senior Staff Accommodation block, bubbling with inner excitement. She still hadn't quite got used to the stares from inquisitive bystanders that followed her as her suited figure went by, but Catwoman had decided that it was now time for her to 'come out', and there was no doubt that that the slinky cat-suit did make her feel taller and more powerful. And incredibly sexy she thought happily. She was looking forward to telling Richard that Catwoman was interested in the research that he and his father were doing. She was also looking forward to getting appropriately thanked by her hunky boyfriend in his bedroom apartment. Even now, the thought of his strong hands running riot across her naked body sent a little shiver down her spine before hitting that magic spot just between her legs. Instinctively she increased her pace towards his apartment door. With a light tap, she twisted the handle and opened the door. As she'd hoped, he was in. Richard was lying on his side on the large bed, head propped on a folded arm as he studied a large blue text book. "I hope that's full of interesting new sex positions!" she said huskily as she breezed in. "Well, knock and come in why don't you!" he blurted out in surprise, any censure quickly lost in the wide grin that spread across his face, "I wasn't expecting to see you 'till tonight at the dance." He was wearing fawn slacks and a bright orange shirt. If anything the fitted clothing accentuated his strong muscular frame, his long legs flexing as he twisted himself upright. Catgirl drank in the sight of his wide chest, muscles flexing as he reached out for her and the shiver repeated its electric trick down her spine. Star college athlete and rich parents, a perfect combination in Catgirl's materialistic eyes. She twisted reluctantly away from his grasp, "Hey stud, calm down! A girl doesn't always want to be manhandled as soon as she arrives!" 'Christ, did I really say that?' she wondered as she slipped past him. "Well, well," he laughed, "but I don't recall you objecting to being 'manhandled' before!" She sat on the bed, and motioned him to sit next to her. She'd decided to get the 'business' out of the way first before the lust took over. He didn't need any encouragement as he bounced down next to her, putting his big arm around her shoulder and, before she could utter a word, he'd pushed her backwards onto the bed, and rolled on top of her. "Hey, mmmmmmph!" she protested briefly as his lips covered hers and began to work their magic. It took long seconds for Catgirl to react! Her brain told her to push him off, but her lips were busy responding to his and when he pushed the tip of his tongue between them, she gave out a long sigh as her own tongue responded. She'd dragged out her hands from under him and as the passionate kiss developed, she ran them around his broad shoulders before running them through his blond, curly hair. Her hips were writhing under him as he pressed an increasingly hard bulge up against her, the thin cat-suit material not protecting her pussy from the delightful pressure and generating a strong throbbing sensation between her legs. A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 01 But even as her body was responding so strongly, Catgirl still had enough willpower to take control. Richard's gloriously athletic frame and weight would have given him the advantage against almost anyone, but he'd not had the type of training that Catgirl had. With a quick twist of the hips, she had a leg free, immediately levering herself round and rolling Richard over in one fluid motion. He gasped as she dragged her lips away from him and in a moments confusion was left on his back looking up at her as she straddled his waist. They were both breathing hard as she looked down on him in triumph, a big grin spreading across her face! "Hey, what did you do that for?" he said in disappointment. "I told you that I wanted to talk......ohhhh," she gasped. She was still trying to deal with the fire burning between her legs, and as she eased herself backwards, she suddenly felt the large bulge in his pants pressing up between the cheeks of her bottom. In a natural reaction he pushed back and up with his hips and she almost feinted with pleasure as the bulge nestled neatly into the gap between her widely spread thighs. "Oh Jesus," she moaned as her pussy sent a wave of electric pleasure coursing through her brain. She'd automatically leaned forward in response, resting her hands on the bed either side of his chest, and as she was distracted by the fire in her pussy she didn't notice his hands rising towards her neck. Her cat-suit was fastened by a hidden zip running down the front from her neck. The zipper itself was disguised by a silver cat motif fastening at her neck. It could only be activated by twisting first one way and then the other, a secret known only to a few of Catgirl's closest friends, and Richard too of course! With a quick twist of his fingers, he'd grasped the silver cat and released the zipper. Her eyes widened in surprise as she realised what he'd done, but as she pulled away she was too late as, with a grunt of success, he dragger the zipper right down her front and past her navel! The suit material parted and fell away from her neck, gradually opening wider and exposing first a glimpse of bosom, then confirmation that Catgirl didn't wear a bra under her suit! His eyes widened as her breasts were uncovered. Two beautifully firm orbs with twin brown towers stared down at him and instantly his hands had risen to fondle them. "Oh God!" she gasped as she felt her sensitive skin respond to his touch, her nipples hardening and adding to the onslaught of sensations washing around her brain, her own hands covering his for a moment in instinctive defence. His trapped fingers were soon busy on her nipples though, twisting and squeezing relentlessly as she squirmed in his grasp. Quickly, her hands were on his shirt, dragging open the buttons and pulling it away so that they could roam across his muscular chest, fingers grabbing briefly at his nipples in response. She had her eyes shut tightly as her tortured nipples continued to overwhelm her and the bulge pushing into her pussy increased its steady pressure. She was lost in a sea of delightful, electric sensations! It seemed to last forever and she cried out in disappointment as his hands finally left her bare breasts, and began to tug at the suit material. "Jesus Catgirl," he gasped in between deep, urgent breaths, "get that suit off! I need you now!!" She didn't need any encouragement as she lifted herself off him and began to roll the suit down to her waist, dragging the zipper right down until it was between her legs and exposing the soft pink thong that she always wore underneath. His hands were busy at his hips, dragging open his belt buckle and zipper to relieve some of the pressure caused by the giant pyramid that had appeared in his pants. She looked at it longingly. "God but you look good," she whispered huskily, "I'm glad that I told Catwoman about the drugs that you're developing. When we're working together, we'll have so much more time for sex!" He didn't react immediately and she continued to drag the suit off her legs, kicking off her boots in annoyance. "What was that?" he said, confusion bubbling to the surface, " ...... you told Catwoman what?" She explained Catwoman's interest dismissively as she was finally dragging off her boots, eager to get back to the action. But suddenly he was holding back, wary............. angry. "I don't want Catwoman involved! Dad will kill me if he finds out that I've told anyone! Why did you do that???" She couldn't understand the problem and was still focussing largely in the mighty erection, barely concealed by his boxers. "Oh don't worry about it," she gasped as she finally pulled off her suit, "........ he'll come round." "No he won't! You have no idea!!" She couldn't believe this conversation. She reached forward to him, pulling at his slacks down, but he pushed her hand away. "No, no, no!" he shouted and suddenly he was fighting her hands as she grasped his wrists, trying to control him. "Get off!" he shouted as he twisted away, but she'd got his slacks down to his knees and he couldn't manoeuvre so easily as she fell on top of him, trying hard to quell his struggling body. "Stop it Richard you idiot! What's got into you?" This just seemed to intensify his struggles and suddenly she knew that she would have to do something quickly before he got free and overwhelmed her. What the hell was the matter with him! As the struggle got fiercer, she finally managed to grab both of his wrists together behind him, dragged the belt from his slacks and fastened it quickly around them. Then she dropped down exhausted beside him as he struggled on the bed, his wrists held by the belt, his knees trapped by his trousers. She was getting a little angry, on top of a little frustrated! His boxer shorts were doing little to disguise the size of his erection, and Catgirl was more interested in that than in continuing the conversation! She reached forward again and pressed her hand onto his struggling stomach. "Come on now Richard, you know that you want this," she breathed as she gripped the waist band of his shorts and dragged them down to his thighs, releasing his throbbing erection which shot up impressively straight. "You see," she added with a triumphant grin, "I knew you did!" "We're not involving Catwoman!" he shouted back stubbornly, before adding "Oh Jesussssss!" as her strong fingers wrapped themselves around his member. She stroked it gently and he stiffened, his back arching. "That's not going to change anything!" he gasped through gritted teeth. Catgirl's frustration levels were increasing by the second as he resisted her. She considered simply climbing aboard and mounting him, which was what the throbbing in her pussy was crying out for, but suddenly it had become a point of principle. She wasn't going to be dictated to by any man, even one as well endowed as Richard! "Last chance," she snorted as she ran the back of her fingers slowly all the way up from his balls to the tip of his penis, watching hungrily as it straighten and stiffen even more. It took him a moment to recover, but eventually he shook his head and whispered, "No Catgirl, I won't ......... do it....." She snorted in disgust and twisted away from him. She was still breathing hard, her pussy was tingling remorselessly and she just couldn't understand how they'd got into this stupid stand-off. She lay back, her head at the base of the bed beside his struggling feet and stared at the ceiling. She was feeling so incredibly horny! She glanced one more time at the mighty erection still standing proudly just next to her and gave out a long sigh of frustration. Was she really going to have to dress and leave?! Her hands had other ideas however! Without even thinking about it, one of them had wrapped itself around her left breast, the fingers searching out her hyper-sensitive nipple. As she gasped at the contact and the electric sensations that swamped her brain her right hand was running smoothly over her stomach, heading remorselessly south! She really should stop it she thought half heartedly, but now her fingers dipped under the soft material of her pink thong and began to rummage through her curly pubic hair stoking up the fire in her pussy even higher as it anticipated the touch of those searching fingertips! Oh God, was that good! Then, at last, they finally touched the soft, sensitive surface of her outer labia lips, already spread and oily with anticipation. She gasped out loud as the electric messages from between her legs added to the ones from her breasts as her fingers teased and pulled at her nipples. Her brain was totally befuddled, one side addicted to the beautiful pleasure of the moment, the other semi-ashamed of giving in to herself. She dragged open her eyes to look at Richard again. He'd stopped struggling at last, his eyes wide and his mouth open in shock and maybe lust too as he watched helplessly as her hands busied themselves erotically over her tense body. She vaguely considered taunting him but a new pulse of sensations from her pussy pushed it out of her mind. There was only one thing driving her now. The thought of an impending climax! The thong was starting to annoy her as it restricted the movement of those magical fingers. She had to get rid of it! She lifted up her legs automatically as her hand grasped the material and pulled it away from her sopping pussy, dragging it up her legs until it dangled plaintively from on ankle, totally oblivious of the sensational view it gave him of her sex. She also missed his strangled cry of admiration! Then her fingers were back at work, her legs down and spread apart a little to allow them to do their work. Richard watched in awe as the tips began to circle her clit, setting up a nice steady rhythm, breaking off now and then to explore the pink opening of her vagina, slipping in slightly from time to time and making her hips squirm in blissful response. She was completely lost in the moment, soaring higher and higher, her head beginning to thrash from side to side as the tensions inside became more and more intolerable. Her hand had slid off her taut breast, as her whole attention became focussed on the increasing inferno between her legs. Richard swallowed hard, paralysed and his erection still magnificently perpendicular, as he saw her fingers begin to concentrate on her clit. Now they were rubbing right up against it, each contact sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body as she teetered on the very edge of a giant orgasm. Her mouth was open, a thin continuous moan escaping her lips as she held herself on the edge for as long as possible, wallowing in that painful pleasure until, with a final flick against the engorged button, she sent herself tumbling over the edge! Her whole body went taut as the moment arrived, a myriad of blissful convulsions coursing through her, a thin cry escaping from her lips and then she slowly collapsed back exhaustedly into the soft, welcoming sheets. Richard swallowed again as he watched her hand finally rest itself lightly on her pussy, gently, almost possessively cupping her pubic mound as her heavy breathing gradually began to subside. After a few more minutes she opened her eyes, almost in surprise as she took in her surroundings again, but she was still enjoying the post-orgasmic lethargy that had spread warmly through her. When she finally raised herself up on one elbow to look at him, he saw a mixture of emotions flash across her face. Subconsciously, he'd recognised lust and hunger, a little tenderness maybe, but chiefly, and unfortunately, anger! He tried to anticipate her, "Wow Catgirl! That was THE most erotic thing I've ever seen!" He was watching her carefully when he added hopefully, "maybe you'd like to errrr see to me now?" glancing down at his almost painful erection. She sat up, her breasts glowing, her nipples pointing accusingly at him, covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Her lips pursed before she spoke. "Catwoman??" He slumped back down on his tied hands, "Oh God Catgirl, can't you see that I can't do that? My father wouldn't trust her anyway! It's just not going to work!" "This is VERY disappointing Richard," she twisted towards him, her hand reaching out and grasping his erection again, smiling as it reacted strongly to her touch. This time she used her fingernails to run up its underside, watching hungrily as the veins bulged, as it grew even taller, "Really, really last chance Richard. I'm ready if you are. You just need to say one word ....." She left the sentence hanging as her fingers repeated their magic. He let out a long heartfelt groan as the sexual tension bound up in his penis threatened to overwhelm him, but in the end said nothing. With a snort, she turned disgustedly away from him and stood up, dragged on her thong, shuffling her hips carefully as she eased the material over her sensitive skin. Without another word, she pulled on her Catgirl suit, slipping on the pink boots and gloves, before turning back to him. She didn't look happy! "BAD decision Richard!" she snapped fiercely as she headed for the door. He was struggling on the bed again, but only making his bonds go tighter, "Come on Catgirl, please.....you can't leave me here like this!" She could, and she did! To Be Continued -- Soon! A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 02 Title A Day in Gotham -- 2 - Batgirl Begins2 ((Author's note -- this is the second part of my Batgirl Begins trilogy. As with all multi-part stories, it would be better read after Batgirl Begins 1, but for anyone who wants to dive straight in I've added a very brief summary of events in the story so far below. I really, really recommend reading the first part first though! And, before moving on, a quick vote of thanks to NaughtyIrishGirl for her unwavering support and enthusiasm. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!)) (The story so far ......... Batgirl had been training hard with Batman and Robin for many months before Batman gave her permission to do her first 'solo' patrol on the streets of Gotham. A quiet night had got hotter when she'd found a gang, headed by the notorious 'Marco' torturing a bank manager and his wife. She'd managed to get them out, but was captured herself and needed Batman's help to sort them out. In the aftermath they'd kissed, sending confusing signals to all and sundry! A few days later there was more confusion at Wane Mansion when she'd decided to seduce Batman, only to find that someone had beaten her to it. She wasn't best pleased! In the end she'd gone off to meet her best friend, Heather, who was leaving the city next day, and prepare for a final evening together at a University Dance. She may have been followed. In the meantime, Catgirl, Catwoman's new protege was also 'coming out'. She was involved with a post grad student at the university, but was having difficulty persuading him to let Catwoman in on some secret research that he was doing with his father. Her efforts at 'gentle' persuasion were rebuffed and she wasn't happy either. Which leads us to.......) Contents; 1 - Wayne Mansion. 2 - Making an Entrance. 3 - Back at the Office. 4 - Back at the Party. 5 - An Annoying Distraction. 6 - A Deal is Done. 7 - Contact with the Enemy! 8 - The Climax of the Night. 9 - Radio News. 10 - A Trixie Awakening. 11 - Interlude at Gotham Jail. 12 - Entertaining the Kittens. 13 - And the Beat Goes On! 14 - Girls Will be Girls. 15 - All Good Things Come to an End. 1 - Wayne Mansion Batman was busy checking out the medical emergency pack in the Bat-Mobile when Robin entered the Bat-Cave. He glanced round as his long time ward and partner emerged from the service lift. "Hello Robin, have you come to do some polishing, or would you like to tackle an oil change?!" he laughed in jest. As so often the case, Robin missed the joke and took him seriously, "Gee Whizz Batman, do you really think it needs doing again, it doesn't seem that long since the last one?!" He watched Batman's pained expression before blurting out, "Oh ........ you're kidding again aren't you!" Batman laughed, "Relax Robin, sometimes you take things a bit too seriously!" Robin was annoyed. He still hadn't forgotten Batman's autocratic downgrading of Catwoman on the 'Threat List', nor Batgirl's lack of support when he'd challenged it at their crime review meeting earlier. He mumbled something incomprehensible in return. Batman's mood was too good to be soured by a grumpy Robin though. His morning fling with Selina Kyle had set his blood racing and nothing was going to dampen his spirits today! Robin went over to the coffee percolator, bubbling away on a small kitchen top set in the corner of the big, open cave. The smell of the freshly brewed coffee was enough to raise his spirits a little. At least being based under a multi-millionaire's mansion left them living comfortably! He poured a cup and looked back at Batman, "Barbara was looking rather good today don't you think?" That was a studied understatement as Robin recalled excitedly how the short summer dress had clung to her shapely young body. It had set his imagination running, and his pulse racing! "Batgirl always looks good," responded Batman as he paused for a moment to recall the meeting. His eyebrows narrowed a little as he realised just how provocatively she had been dressed, and then there was the way that she'd gazed at him when she'd thought that he wasn't looking. He'd been distracted at the time by thoughts of the impending tryst with Selina, but now Robin's innocent comment had set him thinking. He'd thought that they'd managed to laugh off the incident in the barn, and the subsequent front page picture spread of him kissing Batgirl, but was it possible that she really did feel something more than friendship for him? The more that he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, particularly when he caught himself thinking about the figure under the dress as well! 'Don't go down that route,' he told himself semi-reluctantly, 'you know that you can't!' Maybe it was nothing though? He looked up to Robin again, "You talk to Barbara more than I do Robin, is she errr .... 'involved'..... with any men at the moment?" He was glad of the distance between them as he felt his cheeks colour a little at the clumsy way that he'd put it. Robin looked up from his coffee in surprise. "Well, she doesn't confide that much in me," he admitted somewhat reluctantly, 'But oh how I wish she would!' he thought to himself in exasperation. "She's off to the University Fancy Dress Ball tonight though with that girl friend of hers from the library. I imagine that there'll be no shortage of admirers there!" he added in a harsh voice, not bothering to conceal his annoyance. 2 - Making an Entrance. The 'girl' in question was just getting out of a taxi. The black cloak was fastened at her neck and she was grasping the material tightly around her to stop the breeze from billowing it out and giving the small crowd clustered on the steps of the University Student's Union building an early preview of the absolutely scandalous costume that she was only just wearing! She'd had another try at swapping costumes with Heather before they'd got dressed or, 'un-dressed', as she felt now. I mean, how could she, Batgirl, possibly go as 'Batgirl'? Particularly a 'Batgirl' that wouldn't look out of place in one of the seedy videos that she spent a lot of her time cracking down on in her 'day 'job? It was ridiculous!! Unfortunately, that wasn't an argument that she could use with Heather, who'd stubbornly refused to consider going as anything other than her childhood hero, Supergirl. "Typical!" Batgirl had said in feigned disgust, "that golden haired, goody two shoes always gets more fans than I do. Now, where did I put that kryptonite?!" Back in the present, she bent down to pay off the driver, just as she heard a commotion behind her. Glancing back she had to laugh. Heather had got out of the taxi after her, but hadn't been as careful to hang onto her cloak. The wind had immediately got under it and dragged it from her fingers opening it out as it flapped wildly about her. The boisterous cheer that rose up from some of the groups of young men on the stairs was mixed with some gasps of admiration as Heather's flimsy Supergirl costume was displayed briefly to all and sundry. Heather had quickly grappled down the cloak, but not before everyone had registered the tasty vision in front of them. She wore calf length red boots, tan stockings up to mid-thigh held up by long red suspenders that disappeared invitingly under the frilly red micro skirt. This was topped by a narrow yellow belt that doubled as a suspender belt, and above that was nothing but flesh until a blue bra-top provided some modesty, slightly undone by the two small yellow and red Supergirl symbols that sat proudly on the tip of each small triangle of material. A tiny red cape covered her shoulders, fastening at the neck with a Supergirl clasp and, although Heather was a natural blonde, she was wearing a wig of long golden locks. Barbara had had to admit that Heather looked incredibly hot as they'd got dressed together earlier! The taxi driver had been watching the performance open-mouthed, and as he dragged his eyes back to Batgirl he was looking leeringly at the black cloak that was hiding her own costume. It wasn't hard to figure what his imagination was doing! "Don't say a word!" she shot at the man before he could open his mouth and threw a couple of bills at him through the car window. There was a secret smile on her lips though as she turned round and joined Heather dashing up the cold stone steps to the building doors. Despite all her reservations, she felt an inner excitement building at the thought of the night ahead. She'd banished Batman completely from her thoughts, and the feel of her sexy costume was starting to warm her up despite the cool breeze and gathering dark. She remembered the way that she'd looked at herself in the mirror after they'd donned the skimpy outfits. She'd stood square on, legs apart and hands on hips, as if challenging her diffident side to protest. Her own black boots were knee length, her stockings a startling shade of yellow reaching only half way up her muscular thighs, dangling suggestively from long yellow suspenders hanging down from a bright yellow 'utility belt' wrapped around her trim waist. There was no skirt in her costume though, just matching purple bikini bra and briefs, similar to Heather's but with the 'Supergirl' symbol replaced by the familiar yellow 'Bat' motif. Her short cape was yellow, and a purple cowl sat tightly on top of her head, releasing a mass of long red curls down her back from a wig that was a good imitation of Batgirl's own. There was certainly a lot of bare flesh on display! Heather had laughed when she'd seen Batgirl's expression in the mirror, "Wow 'Batgirl', you really look ready for action!" She thought for a moment and then looked at Batgirl quizzically, "Hey girl, you on the 'pull' tonight?" Barbara had been about to reject the thought out of hand, but then she paused for a moment too. 'Well sod it,' she thought, 'If Batman can have a bit on the side, why shouldn't I?' When she looked back at Heather, a mischievous grin was spreading across her face. "Well 'Supergirl', if a suitably attractive man turns up, who knows?" "Oh, that'll be any male under thirty with two legs and a large bulge in his pants will it!?" Batgirl had laughed heartily. At least the banter had banished any sad thoughts of Heather's impending departure from Gotham City. Suddenly, she was jolted back into reality. They'd gone through the main doors, handed in tickets to a rather strange combination of Abraham Lincoln and Marilyn Monroe and were now next to the entrance to the main hall. In front of them was a temporary cloak-room and the attendant, dressed as a football team cheerleader, was reaching out for their cloaks. Suddenly this was the moment of truth when they'd have to expose themselves and, despite Heather's assurances earlier, Batgirl hadn't seen anyone in anything remotely as revealing as 'Supergirl' and 'Batgirl'!! She looked into Heather's eyes for a moment. They seemed to be daring her to go first, so she took a deep breath and undid the clasp at her neck, easing off the black material and nonchalantly handed it over. The attendants eyes widened and her mouth opened. Lots of people milling around the entrance area suddenly went quiet as all eyes swivelled in her direction. "Look after it for me love," she said in her driest voice, "it's an expensive item you know! Come on Heather ... chop, chop!" Without a look behind or around her she strode resolutely towards the hall entrance, Heather almost throwing her cloak at the attendant in order to keep up. Batgirl hadn't known what to expect inside, and she was relieved to find the lighting low and the music loud. She should have known that the Students Union would have 'atmosphere' high up on the agenda. She paused to look around. The hall was smaller than she'd expected, quite cosy really. A small stage at one end was covered in DJ equipment, big black speakers and light show paraphernalia and the dance floor in front already contained a healthy throng of gyrating 'personalities'. Along both sides was a raised, dimly lit area full of small tables and chairs overlooking the dance floor, and at the back, just next to where she was standing was the bar, brightly lit to attract custom. As this was a student event, Batgirl didn't expect that any artificial attraction was really likely to be necessary! She scanned the seating areas and saw a small table opposite, just next to the dance floor. It was one of the few that were unoccupied. "Come on Heather," she shouted, "just in time to stake our claim!" With Supergirl in tow, she strode over the dance floor, sidestepping some of the more enthusiastic dancers, and jumped up the small flight of stairs to her target table, just in time to see a poor imitation of Brad Pitt slide into the seat as they got there. "Damn!" said Heather behind her, "Just too late." "Are you serious?" snorted Batgirl, turning back to the interloper, "Excuse me pal, but this table's ours. You'll have to find somewhere else!" "There isn't anywhere else," replied 'Brad' in a rather high pitched voice, "and anyway, I was here first!" Batgirl breathed in deeply, "You'll give up the table for a couple of ladies though won't you?" "What 'ladies'?" he sneered, "Look at the state of you, just a couple of escapees from a comic!" Heather could see that Barbara hadn't taken that well and was about to pull her back, but was too late as her friend leaned down threateningly over the young man, hand reaching under the table, her lips brushing against his ear. At the same moment, he shot back in his chair as if hit by an electric shock, jumping to his feet and stumbling away to the general amusement of the people nearby who'd stopped to listen. "What did you do?" whispered Heather, embarrassed by the sudden attention. Batgirl smiled back innocently as she flexed her fingers, "Oh, just reminded him what Angelina would do to him if she caught him flirting with me. He seemed to get the idea!" She looked around, realising that they'd got a small audience already, "Come on, let's sit down before we attract any more attention." Just then a bright, high powered spotlight switched on and started to track round the dance floor, a little aimlessly at first before moving quickly towards them. Suddenly they were blinded, the bright light reflecting off their shiny costumes and plentiful bare skin as the whole room turned to stare at them, trapped in the glare. The sudden silence was broken by a loud voice over the PA. "And let's give a big Gotham welcome to our two friendly super-heroines, Supergirl and Batgirl!" There was a pause. "And, aren't we lucky that they didn't manage to finish dressing before they got here!!" The cheers from the male side of the audience rang out loudly as Batgirl, not to be outdone, gave them a big pronounced bow, displaying as much cleavage as she could in the process. 3 - Back at the Office. Catgirl was lounging back in Catwoman's reclining office chair, wondering how she was going to explain the disastrous events of the afternoon to the 'boss'. She was worried that her failure to persuade Richard to co-operate with Catwoman was going to be disappointing to say the least! It wasn't that she wasn't expecting Catwoman to react badly particularly. After all, she'd been the one who'd taken her off the streets when she'd been at her lowest ebb, provided a real home for once and taken care of her almost like the mother that she couldn't remember. She owed Catwoman so much! That's what was really bugging her. She felt so annoyed that she'd let her mentor down! She was still mulling over her story when there was a noise outside and the door burst open as the black, slinky figure of Catwoman appeared. She was on her mobile. "Yeah, yeah Vix," she said, raising her eyebrows and waving as she spotted Catgirl, "sounds like they'll be there for the night, so you can call it a day if you want?............... Well, ok by me if you want to stay. Enjoy the party then!" "Hello Catgirl, what're you doing here?" she queried as she threw the phone onto a nearby sofa, "I thought that you were going to the University 'do' with your 'Richard'?" "He's not 'my Richard' anymore!" Catgirl responded angrily, causing Catwoman's eyebrows to narrow in concern. There was nothing else for it and Catgirl simply went through the events at Richard's apartment. Well, carefully edited events at least. There was no way that she was going to own up to what really happened! To Catgirl's surprise, Catwoman just came round the desk and put an arm round her shoulder, "Oh dear, that doesn't seem to have gone too well does it?! But don't worry. I've made some enquiries of my own and I think I know exactly what they're up to." She paused, and then added mysteriously, "His father's got quite a reputation as a chemist, and for a number of other things! Those samples that you got from Richard have helped enormously anyway and I'm sure that we can work this out to our advantage." She gave Catgirl a little hug, "You know me by now, surely!" "Anyway," Catwoman added as she sat on the edge of the desk, her shapely leg dangling freely, "that doesn't stop you going out and enjoying yourself. Why don't you just turn up anyway -- tell him where to stick his poxy principles!" Catgirl was relieved that she hadn't messed anything up, but wasn't quite so sure about breaking with Richard. He'd been totally annoying today, but there'd been a sort of magic between them, and she couldn't quite get out of her mind the picture of him struggling on the bed, his giant erection waving around and almost inviting her to sample it! Catwoman misread her emotions, "Hey, you don't have to go on your own if that's what's worrying you! I'll rustle up a couple of the Kittens and you can make a night of it!" Catgirl shrugged her shoulders and nodded. If there was one thing that guaranteed a good night out it was the Kittens. Catwoman hand-picked and trained them to support her military style jewellery 'business', but they were also beautiful feline minxes who liked nothing better than to dress up in outrageous gear and have a good time. 'Why not?' she thought in relief. 4 - Back at the Party. Batgirl was feeling great. They'd been at the 'ball' for about an hour and, to her slight surprise she was enjoying every minute. Her 'Supergirl' friend had been on a bit of a mission at the bar, and after a few invigorating 'shots' they'd gone back to their table with a jug of some green and rather potent tasting cocktail that Batgirl was quickly getting addicted to. Glancing down, she realised that the jug was well on the way down to 'refill' level already! No wonder she was glowing inside! Not that they'd been drinking all the time. Their scanty looking costumes had attracted plenty of male interest, much to the annoyance of some of their partners, and they'd been almost dragged onto the dance floor by a succession of pirates, rock stars, football players and even a lumberjack! The latter had caused a bit of a stir by stripping off his top as he danced with Batgirl revealing such a muscular torso that she'd had to exert extreme willpower to keep her hands off him, much to a nearby Supergirl's amusement. Now Batgirl was sitting back after rejecting yet another dance invite, scanning the crowds around the dance floor. Her eye had been taken earlier by a tall, athletic looking man dressed in a roman toga and she'd been tracking him for a while, noting the occasional glance that he made in her direction. Clearly he was interested but, frustratingly, he hadn't approached her yet. She glanced down again at all the bare flesh that she was displaying and wondered what more she'd need to do! A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 02 Heather was leaning over the rail as well and had noted the direction of Batgirl's gaze. "Got your eye on anyone in particular?" she asked innocently, "Those Romans look pretty fit don't you think?" Batgirl was about to make some pithy response when she saw Heather's amused expression widening into a big grin. "You fancy the blonde don't you?" she added challengingly. Batgirl glanced back. It was true. The man she'd been studying did have a fine mop of blonde, curly hair and his broad shoulders and toga made him look like a Roman god. The toga was clasped at one shoulder, hinting at a strong, muscular chest and, although the white, golden edged material dropped disappointingly to his knees, he had athletic looking calves and legs. 'Definitely 'yummy'!' she though as she felt a little tingle shoot down her spine and finish at a delicate point between her legs. Suddenly, she was shaken out of her trance by Heather picking up her hand and dragging her off her chair. "Come on!" ordered 'Supergirl' as she almost dragged Batgirl across the dance floor. Her 'god' and his Roman friends were watching their approach with interest and, as they got nearer he stepped forward a little to greet them. He didn't get chance to say anything though as 'Supergirl' grabbed his hand, putting it into Batgirl's before grabbing the hand of a nearby Centurion and dragging all three of them onto the dance floor. "All hail Caesar, or whatever you're called," she laughed, "I, Supergirl, and Batgirl desire to dance, and that's a 'super-order'!" she finished sternly. The two men were almost as surprised as Batgirl at the speed and abruptness of it but soon joined in the banter as they began to mix with the gyrating dancers around them. "Are you any particular Caeser then?" asked Batgirl, grimacing a little inside at the lame comment. "Oh, definitely Augustus," he responded with a laugh that seemed to light up his face, "much nicer than the rest of them you know. And are you any particular 'Batgirl'?" For once, she was lost for words so he continued in the same light hearted vein, "I saw that other one with Batman a few weeks ago. She looks good in that purple cat-suit, but nowhere near as good you do ................. in only part of it! She didn't seem to smile much either. I think I like you better already!" "I should hope so," replied Batgirl through a forced grin. Well, the cheek of it. If he hadn't looked so good, she'd have had to make some sort of barbed comment! They soon moved on though, chatting easily as they synchronised their movements. As she'd suspected, he was a sensual dancer, hips moving suggestively, making her respond in an equally sexy way, running her hands up and down her sides as she reflected his moves, triggering plenty of breathtaking sensations. "Wow, you really are hot!" he breathed emphatically after a few energetic numbers, "Look, hang on here for a minute. I'm just going to see about some new music." With that he was off, snatching a quick word with his friend who was still dancing with Heather. His friend nodded enthusiastically and he was off, fighting his way through the crowd to the DJ's stage. Batgirl watched him go feeling pleased at the comment, but also feeling hot physically as she recalled the way that his hips had been thrusting towards her. There was a definite tingly feeling developing in her pussy as she imagined what those thrusts could do to her. She thought briefly of Batman again, but immediately pushed the thought to the back of her mind as she resolved to enjoy tonight. It shouldn't be 'revenge', but would she go that far with her new 'Caeser'? She didn't know yet, 'But maybe, maybe!!' she thought with a quick rush of excitement. She glanced across at 'Supergirl', hand in hand with her Centurian, laughing brightly at something he said. As her eyes switched briefly to Batgirl, she gave a little nod and lifted her eyebrows a little. Batgirl smiled and gave a slight nod back. She was relieved. They were both happy with their current 'catches'! Augustus was soon back at her side though, looking a bit harassed, but definitely pleased with himself. "That's sorted," he shouted across to his friend. Batgirl leaned forward as the current heavy bass throbbing dwindled away, "What's sorted?" The lights darkened, a new slow-tempo song starting almost immediately and he was holding out his arms for her. She frowned for a moment before stepping forward, a smile spreading across her face and letting him wrap his big arms around her. As she let her hands rest on his shoulder she reached up to whisper in his ear, "So that's why you rushed off, I might have known!" "Are you complaining?" he whispered back into her neck, letting her subtle perfume wash over him, and starting to sway with the music. She nestled in closer, pushing lightly up against him, her bosom pressing right up against his chest and letting a hand drift up to caress his neck and golden locks. "I'd be complaining if you hadn't!" she whispered huskily. For the next three of four minutes they drifted around together, lost in their emotions as they let their bodies gradually grind up against each other, each of them savouring the thrills of each new contact and Batgirl easily recognising the signs of his arousal as he pressed harder against her. He gasped as she upped the ante a bit by pushing back and pressing her tingling pussy slowly against his hardness. They were both breathing fairly hard as the ballad ended and they reluctantly peeled away from each other. She was about to suggest that they get off the dance floor and find somewhere quieter when she saw him signal the DJ again, and another ballad started, one of her favourites. He had his arms out to her again with a big cheesy grin on his handsome face. She didn't need to think about it as she stepped forward and moulded herself again into his now familiar arms, "You little devil!" she admonished quietly. But now his hands were on the move, "Oh God ....aaaaah" she breathed into his ear as one arm gripped her shoulders firmly to him while the other began to explore the bare skin of her back, setting off a myriad of little electrical impulses coursing up and down her nervous system. Her hips were developing a gyration in time to the slow beat of the music, each movement sliding her pussy from side to side of his firmness, each movement stoking a little fire that was burning between her legs. When his hand finally slid down further to cup one of her bikini clad cheeks, pulling her even harder onto his erection, she thought that she was going to feint from the pleasure. She really was getting seriously aroused by the time that the song finally played out and she could tell from his little sighs that the work that her hips had been doing on him had been hitting the mark as well. This time they took longer to separate, looking uncertainly into each other's eyes as they tried to decide how far they should go. The electric moment was shattered by the DJ's load voice, accompanied by a rolling musical fanfare, "Come on you lot! Let's have you all on the dance floor for the first 'Gee Gee' number!!" Batgirl looked at her partner quizzically, "What's a 'Gee Gee' number when out?" He looked a little surprised and, strangely, worried as he replied, "You don't know?" His words had almost been lost in the heightened hubbub and as Batgirl looked round she was amazed to see almost everyone piling onto the dance floor in a surge of young, laughing humanity that pushed everyone close together. An air of expectancy suddenly filled the room as the lights began to dim again. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "When the music starts, reach up into the air with both hands. You'll get a big surprise!" It was all a bit weird, but as the first thumping base notes of a rock song began to reverberate around the hall a lot of things happened at once. The lights seemed to dim even further and, in the gathering gloom, she saw hands suddenly raised in various parts of the room. Not to be out done, she did the same, lifting and stretching both hands high in the air. There was an almost audible gasp of excitement around her as lots of people suddenly seemed to press even closer. Her 'Caeser' had slipped around her and was now pressed up closely against her back. She knew it was him because she could still feel his erection pressing up against her bikini bottoms! Then she got the shock of her life as strange hands seemed to appear out of nowhere and began to run all over her! She desperately tried to get her own hands back down in protection, but the press around was too great and the effect of all those hands caressing almost every part of her body at once was so erotic that, in the end, she just left them limply around her head as her body automatically responded to all the sensitive contacts. It was too dark to pick out faces properly, but she sensed the men and women in all sorts of fancy dress milling all around her. In the great press, it was impossible to tell who was fondling her the most! She'd been aroused before, but this was just fanning the flames as, in her helplessness, she gave in to the electric sensations that all the physical contact triggered. She cried out in surprise as one hand in particular began to explore the skin above her stockings and then to delve between her legs, the thin material of her bikini pants doing little to dampen the effect on her pussy, and just to cap it all, she felt two strong hands running around the side of her chest before fending off the competition and cupping her bikini clad breasts! She was rapidly losing track of time. Her level of arousal rose higher and higher. There was absolutely no way of stopping the continuous erotic torture, and she thought helplessly that her legs would have given way by now had she not been supported by all the jumbled mass of people around her. She twisted her head, searching for her partner, and suddenly she felt his lips caressing her ear and neck. Somehow she knew that the hands gently massaging her breasts through the bra top were his, and she cried out again as they began to home in on the sensitised nipples that were straining to break out! Her whole body seemed to be on fire by the time that the music finally began to fade away. She was totally bewildered by the whole thing, her body crying out in protest as the tormenting hands gradually drifted away from her. The lights stayed low for long moments after the music finished, giving everyone time to recover a little and soon the only hands on her, almost holding her up still, were the ones wrapped around her breasts. Her head was spinning with the sensations and suddenly she was feeling incredibly frustrated as she twisted in his arms in semi-anger, her breath whooshing out as his hands finally detached themselves from her sensitive skin. She looked up into his grinning face, her breath coming in wragged gasps, "You absolute bastard! You knew that was going to happen!" "Hey, I'm really, really sorry," he responded in evident concern. "Well, not totally," he added seconds later with a cheeky grin, "I thought everyone knew what a 'GeeGee' dance was though ........ and you're so sexy .......... I just wanted to get my hands on you!" She briefly considered slapping him, but he looked too good, and she was still trying to deal with the tingles throbbing away in her wet pussy. Another ballad was starting, she paused for a moment then quickly put aside her anger and stepped chuckling into his outspread arms again, "So a 'Gee Gee' is what exactly?" "It's a 'Grapple and Grope' dance," he laughed, "It's a huge favourite at university discos!" "I'll bet it is!" she responded with feeling a she moulded herself back against him, torturing her body further with the feel of that erection hard up against her again, and letting her hand slip inside his toga to run possessively across his bare chest. She could hardly believe that she was acting so shameless! She wondered briefly if it was just some sort of reaction from the traumatic events of the morning, but she quickly dropped that line of thought. She just didn't care anymore! 5 - An Annoying Distraction. Catgirl was actually feeling quite pleased that she'd allowed Catwoman to persuade her to come to the dance. Okay, it was fancy dress and she hadn't bothered to change, but she knew that she struck a striking pose in her black and pink cat-suit anyway. She'd designed the suit to mould itself to her trim figure and there was no room for much underneath! She always felt incredibly sexy when she put it on and her confidence was boosted by so many male heads turning her way when she'd made her entrance. Of course, that might also have been something to do with her accompanying Kittens as well. There'd been no shortage of volunteers when word had got round the Kittens that she was going to the dance and the fact that it was Fancy Dress had sealed the deal. How those girls liked to dress up! In the end she'd had to choose just three, it would have been ridiculous to turn up with a bus load! So, clustered around her, were Trixie, Mati and Bianca. Two were tall, one with a cascade of ginger hair that outdid Batgirl's, one a blonde and the other a raven haired Hispanic woman with curves enough for two. They would have attracted attention in nun's habits, but dressed as they were in outrageous 'schoolgirl' uniforms? Well, Catgirl had wondered if they'd get past the doormen! They had but largely, Catgirl suspected, because Mati had planted a long, lingering kiss on the shocked man's lips while letting her hand drift suggestively across the front of his trousers as they'd quickly shuffled past, laughing and giggling their way into the hall. It was getting late and there was plenty of noise from the disco, but as they stepped onto the raised area above the dance floor, a surprised hush descended over the nearby revellers as eyes swivelled round and mouths opened silently as they took in the appearance of the newcomers. Trixie was wallowing in the attention, "Right girls," she said looking across at the bar, "I'll get the drinks in," and began easing her way through the crowd which seemed to part before her like the Red Sea in front of Moses. Catgirl watched her wiggling behind disappear for a moment and sighed, glancing round at Bianca. It was no wonder they were having such an impact. She wore a dark red school tie wrapped loosely around her nick, a simple white shirt, but one that was unbuttoned down to her navel, showing a generous amount of cleavage held tightly in place by a half cup white bra. At her waist she wore a tiny pleated grey skirt that almost, but not quite, covered the thin white panties that were drawn tightly around her generous behind. Below that, acres of bare thigh led down to black stocking tops just above her knees and plain black sandals on her feet. You would have had to live on Mars to believe that this could be anything to do with school! Catgirl grimaced slightly as the noise began to increase around her, people finally dragging their staring eyes away. Given their effect so far, she was beginning to wonder if bringing the gang had been such a good idea! She scanned the crowd from her vantage point looking for Richard, wondering if he'd come without her. She held back a secret grin as she considered whether he could be still tied up on his bed, and with that massive erection still aloft above him! Maybe she should go and check? Maybe she would 'forgive' him and take advantage of him anyway? The tingling in her pussy suddenly let her know that there was strong support for that idea! But finally, her roving eye seemed to have spotted him at the far side of the dance floor, his golden locks swaying to the sound of the slow ballad. Then she stiffened as she got a clearer view. -------------------**--------------- Batgirl felt her partner stiffen in her arms at the same time. "Oh Shit, .............. Catgirl!" he gasped. Batgirl had been far away in some magical place, drifting with the music, her partner and the way her body was responding to him. Incredibly, she felt herself almost glowing in sensual pleasure, in no doubt now about how the evening should end. Surely nothing should intrude on that feeling, surely not, but just as surely it had! She jerked back her head in response to his curse, "What's the matter? Who's Catgirl?" she asked in surprise. His response shocked her. He'd quickly detached himself from her embrace, his hands on her shoulders, staring seriously into her eyes, "Look, I'm really sorry about this, but something's come up that I have to deal with straight away." He looked around distracted for a few seconds, waved at his friend who was still circulating with Heather before facing her again, "It won't take long, honest, but will you just grab a seat for a couple of dances while I sort her, I mean 'it', out? Please don't go, I really, really want to finish the night with you!!" Then he was off, heading quickly across the dance floor. Batgirl watched in dismay as he climbed the few stairs on the edge of the dance-floor, leading up to an imposing figure in a slinky black and pink cat-suit, her feet spread, hands on hips and an expression like thunder clouding her face below the sinister cowl and pointed, catlike ears. Batgirl considered going after him. The threatening posture of the other woman had her worried, but he'd been very specific in telling her that he'd deal with it, and although they were now speaking intensely, there didn't appear to be any threat of overt violence. In the end she shrugged and headed back to their table, meeting up with Heather who'd also been cast adrift from her new friend. "What's going on?" Heather asked, mystified as they sat down. "Damned if I know!" responded Batgirl, "And who the hell is Catgirl when she's out?!" She wasn't happy either. 6 - A Deal is Done. Catgirl was absolutely furious by the time that Richard had made his way to her. "Who the hell was that black bug that was attached to you on the dance floor?!" she stormed, taking a quick breathe before ploughing on, "I can't believe that you've just run off with someone, no, SOMETHING else just because of this afternoon!!!" She had to stop, she was becoming incandescent with anger. Richard wasn't fazed though and responded in kind, "Oh that's great coming from you Catgirl! I think that this afternoon was pretty final don't you!! You left me in do doubt about what you really want from me! Have you any idea how I got free in the end?!!!" They glared at each other for long moments, and Bianca finally chipped in quietly, "You ok Catgirl? We could teach this Roman 'goddess' a lesson if you want?" Richard spluttered as he switched his gaze to the 'schoolgirl' standing next to Catgirl, speechless for a moment before finally snarling, "Keep out of this you kindergarten slapper!" Catgirl had never moved so quickly in her life as she stepped between them, grasping Bianca's wrist in mid flight as her fingers arrowed for Richard's throat. The sudden escalation into violence had brought her back from the brink, calming her and making her realise what she really needed to do. "Ok Bianca," she soothed, ".....ok, I know he's a tool, but I can deal with it now.....ok?" Like a light switching on, Bianca was suddenly all smiles again, "Ok, ok Catgirl, it's fine." She stepped past them, pausing slightly as she passed Richard her mop of jet black hair flicking to one side so that Catgirl wouldn't see her lips hiss a dire threat, "You'd better behave 'Roman' because if you give my friend any trouble, you'll be feasting on your innards later!" It was said in such a deadly, matter of fact way that Richard stepped back in surprise. Catgirl raised her eyebrows, and grabbed his wrist, pulling him to one side, suddenly calm and serious. A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 02 "Ok Richard, probably not a good idea to attract any more attention," she whispered as she saw curious eyes following them, ".........oh, and just how did you get out?" she asked with a sudden grin. Richard was still boiling inside, but her change of mood wrong footed him," It was ......... it was....... it was the bloody cleaner!" He grinned reluctantly in the end, "She got the shock of her life! And she's convinced that I'm some sort of sexual deviant now!" "And the' bug'?" Catgirl stared across the dance floor at Batgirl's table. Richard was still wrong footed, "She's just a girl I met tonight.......but she's nice and I don't want you messing things up!" he finished angrily again. "Oh I'm sure that I wouldn't want 'her' to suffer!" she responded, true to her catty nature. She still struggled to come to terms with the fact that here was a man who seemed able to resist her obvious charms, but even then Catwoman's training came in and she knew that she had an angle. "OK Richard, you want me to leave you be and I will, but only if I get that sheet of paper with the formulae on!" "You know I can't" he responded angrily again. "I can take the girls for a walk over to the 'bug's table if you want?" she replied innocently. "You wouldn't!" he responded more slowly, doubt creeping in. She didn't answer, just continued glaring malevolently at Batgirl. Richard was thinking fast. Maybe there was a way round this? He appeared finally to give in, "Ok Catgirl, alright ......... but it's in the flat. I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't you dare touch her!" As he rushed quickly off, the annoyed Catgirl felt a tug on her arm. She turned to find a tall, well built coloured woman looking down on her. "Vixen! What in heaven are you doing here?" 'Vixen' was effectively Catwoman's chief of staff. She was In charge of the Kittens and most of the day to day operations back at their headquarters. She was also a feisty ex-Kitten herself, tall and powerfully built with extremely short, spiky black hair. Catgirl looked at her shapely cream trouser suit, a lemon fitted blouse doing wonders to display her generous bosom. She wasn't explicit like the Kitten's but boy did she look 'hot'! Catgirl hadn't seen her during the day, "You're here for the dance?" she asked doubtfully. Vixen was a little cagey in response as she explained that she'd been doing a bit of work for Catwoman earlier and just 'happened' to be at the dance tonight. Catgirl was getting a little paranoid about being looked after, "Catwoman didn't send you then Vixen?" "No, just enjoying the atmosphere," she answered smoothly, "what's all the drama?" Catgirl drew in a deep breath. Well, everyone else seemed to know about her bust-up with Richard now, so she gave Vixen a quick run-down of events so far. Vixen lifted her eyebrows in surprise when Catgirl got to the part about finding 'her' Richard with this other woman, and she leaned forward with interest to follow Catgirl's pointed stare as she indicated the table where the sexy 'Batgirl' and 'Supergirl' were chatting happily together over another cocktail jug. "Oh my," she laughed suddenly, "that's absolutely priceless!" Catgirl was shocked and gave her a severe frown, "There's nothing 'priceless' about it Vixen! That purple clad 'bug' just stole my man!" She stared viciously across at Batgirl again, "And it's probably just because she's almost falling out of that bloody costume! I mean, look at it! What's she supposed to be?!She might as well have come in the nude!!" Vixen choked off the laugh, but was still grinning as she responded, "I think that she's supposed to be 'Batgirl' by the look of it. You know, Batman's new 'femme fatale'. You must have seen the papers recently?" Catgirl had worked herself up into a fury again by now though, "No I haven't seen the paper, and I don't care who she is!" She'd made up her mind, "........ and I'm going over to have a word with that bitch!" Her step forward was held by Vixen's hand grasping her arm. "What the...." "Hey, hang on a minute Catgirl," Vixen said quickly, "we can dish out some serious lessons later, but why don't we have some fun with her first?" Catgirl paused, suddenly very interested. Vixen pulled open her purse and withdrew a small glass vial, "I've still got some of that test stuff here. It's a bit watered down, but if we were to drop some into their drinks I'll bet that we'd all have some entertainment!" Catgirl was nodding slowly in understanding. She'd obtained the fluid from Richard some weeks ago as his way of proving the value of the research that his father was undertaking, and Catwoman had been 'trialling' it on unsuspecting women since then with very interesting results. Basically it seemed to affect the parts of the brain that exerted rational control on the emotional side, causing the subject to completely lose their normal inhibitions. For some reason it affected women far more than men, and the exciting side effect, the one that was attracting Catgirl's attention, was that it also gave a significant boost to their libidos, enhancing their sexual desires to uncontainable levels. "Mmmmm Vixen, that's a great idea," she replied eagerly, ".... they'll become proper little sex maniacs in no time!" She was also thinking that when Richard saw the so-called 'Batgirl' in that condition, he'd be totally shocked, maybe enough to make him think again? "Ok, Catgirl. You and the Kittens go over there and distract them. I'll go round the other way and spike their drinks while they're otherwise engaged," Vixen continued. 7 - Contact with the Enemy! Batgirl had been glancing covertly in Catgirls direction while Heather had been gushing the praises of her new Centurion dance partner. They were back at their table, waiting impatiently for their dance 'partners' to re-appear. Heather was clearly quite keen to let this develop, maybe into an 'overnighter' even. Did Batgirl want that? She didn't really know. She was concerned about the way that her own Caeser had disappeared so abruptly after his initial animated exchange with that strange creature in the black and pink cat-suit. When she'd seen them arguing, her initial urge had been to march over to them and strangle the woman. Well, maybe not quite strangle, but something along those lines! Now he'd disappeared, and the woman was giving them looks from under the pink cowl that 'daggers' wouldn't come near to describing! "So what's he called then?" Batgirl was suddenly dragged back into reality, as she picked up on what Heather had just asked. "Errr, well ..... I'm not sure actually," she had to confess in the end. "What, the man you've been practically raping on the dance floor," laughed Heather, "and you don't even know his name!" "Well, it just never came up." "I'll bet something 'came up' the way you two were glued to each other!" Batgirl smiled at the innuendo, sipping her drink again as she remembered how good his body had felt against her, and then recalling the 'Gee-Gee' dance and how all those hands caressing her helpless body had almost sent her into orbit! It was impossible not to start feeling excited again! Another glance towards the 'enemy' had her thinking fast. "Uh, uh," she said, tensing as she saw Catgirl and the three Kittens heading across the dance floor towards them. Heather looked round just as they surrounded their table. "Oh," she said innocently to Catgirl, "Who are you supposed to be?" Catgirl looked as if she'd explode! "My name's 'Catgirl' you miserable apology for a 'superhero'! Don't you know anything?" she spluttered, just as Trixie eased herself over the startled Heather, straddling her on the chair and cupping her breasts in one smooth movement. Heather opened her mouth to protest, but was forestalled as Trixie leaned over her, grinding her pussy into Heather's and planted a long deep kiss onto her upturned lips. "Hey!" shouted Batgirl from across the table, starting to reach over and consequently missing Catgirl's move towards her, "Ohhhhhhh ..... ouch!!" Distracted by Heather's plight, she'd missed the hands snaking towards her as two pink gloved fingers and thumbs clamped themselves onto the yellow bat symbols covering the peaks of her purple bra, and the sensitive nipples underneath!! Batgirl's head had spun round in shock and pain, just in time to see a smile of devilish satisfaction spread across Catgirls face, which widened as she began to lift up her hands, dragging Batgirl's nipples painfully with them and almost pulling her off her chair. Now that really was enough! She'd been restrained so far, but this was the ultimate indignity and Batgirl simply exploded up wards, dragging free her nipples which responded by showering her with conflicting pain and sensual messages! Within seconds the two figures were grappling with each other, muscles bulging as they fought for an advantage, legs planted wide like professional wrestlers. It seemed to last for minutes, but neither could gain an advantage over the other, despite no shortage of cussing and threats! Both of them were highly trained and stronger than they looked. They were grunting with the exertion of it, both of them amazed that they hadn't managed to gain the upper hand. Batgirl was glaring into Catgirl's eyes in frustration as they swayed together locked in an impasse until Bianca finally grabbed Catgirl's arm and pulled her away. "Quick Catgirl, security will be here any minute!" she hissed as they backed away, and then they all quickly turned to stride back across the dance floor, Catgirl glaring back in shocked surprise at the strength of her foe. How could the 'Bug' have possibly resisted her? Batgirl was breathing heavily, equally surprised at the strength of her opponent, before turning to Heather who was sprawled in her chair, still trying to come to terms with the effect of Trixie's little 'distraction'. "Christ, Barbara, that woman had her tongue right down my throat!" she spluttered to herself in shocked disbelief, "and the way she was grinding her hips into me. It was ...............so, so incredibly sexy .........unreal!!" Batgirl's attention was now drawn to the little crowd that had developed around them, "OK everyone, shows over, let's have some space here." Taking account of her expression, no one seemed inclined to challenge her! She dragged her eyes angrily towards the diminishing figures of Catgirl and her friends as they disappeared across the dance floor before re-focussing on her friend, "It's ok Heather, they've gone," she said reassuringly as she replenished their glasses from the jug, "here, have a drink. It'll wash away the taste of that woman!" She was relieved to see Heather laugh as she took a big swig of the cocktail. Batgirl sipped hers as she raised her eyebrows, "Now where've our men gone?!" 8 - The Climax of the Night. When Catgirl got back to her place near the bar, she passed Vixen who was perched on a bar chair chatting to a young man dressed as a lumberjack. No words passed between them, but in response to Catgirl's raised eyebrow, Vixen gave a little nod and a big smile spread across Catgirl's face as she rejoined the Kittens. "Right ladies," she breathed in satisfaction as she watched 'Batgirl' and 'Supergirl' drinking together, "take your seats for the show. This place is about to get some unexpected action!" Unfortunately, her anticipation was immediately broken by a voice at her side! Richard had arrived back and was impatiently thrusting a document into her hand. It was the sheet of paper covered in chemical formulae that she'd demanded as the price for leaving those two women alone. Catgirl was only off-balance for a moment as she immediately put aside any guilt at the double-cross and grabbed the document. "Great!" she said, leaning forward with a generous smile to give him a kiss of forgiveness, and switching immediately back to anger as Richard pulled sharply away. "What's the matter with you Richard! I'm not going to keep giving you 'second-chances' forever you know!!" "Good!" he replied as he twisted away from her grasp, "Now maybe you'll pick on some other poor sucker instead!" He pointed at the paper in her hands, "That's the end of it. You got what you wanted, now leave me be!" Catgirl was almost speechless, but finally screamed at his departing, toga clad back, "Sucker!!! You got that right at any rate you moron!!" She was distracted by a little commotion on the dance floor and Trixie tugging at her arm, "Hey Catgirl, ignore him! Look over there, looks like the entertainment is about to begin!" Catgirl followed the pointing arm and saw that 'Batgirl' and 'Supergirl' were heading onto the dance floor. As they hit the dancing throng, 'Supergirl ' was shouting something to the people around her and was in the process of detaching her short red cape which she began twirling above her head as she began to gyrate suggestively, her legs apart as she thrust her bikini clad hips rhythmically at the shocked males that soon surrounded her. Catgirl had lost sight of the 'Batgirl' figure, but was now laughing with the rest of the Kittens as they focussed on the wild cavorting of 'Supergirl' instead. Batgirl herself had got detached from Heather as soon as they'd hit the floor. She'd been surprised at her friend's sudden exclamation that she just 'had to dance!', but she'd followed her down anyway. As she'd reached the floor though, she'd finally spotted the blonde mop of hair belonging to 'her' Caesar pushing through the crowd around the dance floor and heading in their direction. It was strange. He'd only been gone a short time, but she suddenly felt an urge run through her body to grab hold of him and pull him to her again. At the back of her mind, she also wanted to know what had been going on between him and that horrible Catgirl! Batgirl ducked quickly into the crowd and intercepted him on the edge of the dance floor. This was a girl on a mission! Taking his arm, she ignored his greeting and steered him urgently towards the edge of the crowd, near to some big windows that opened out onto a long balcony. There was a sudden roar of noise from behind her and as she looked back she was shocked to see that Heather was now the centre of a small crowd who'd stepped back to give her space, still gyrating wildly, now whirling something blue above her head. She was about to turn away again when she gasped as she realised what was twirling about above Heather's golden locks. She'd belatedly recognised it as the Supergirl bra, and as soon as the image registered her eyes shot down to Heather's bosom where two beautifully shaped, and unadorned breasts were joggling away to the excited beat of the music. Heather's eyes were shut as she twisted and twirled amidst her new fans, locked in a world of her own as she single-handedly increased the temperature on the dance floor by about two hundred degrees! Batgirl froze for a moment, mouth open in amazement. What the hell was Heather playing at?! They'd come to let their hair down, but she'd never thought that her friend could be this extrovert. Then she got an even bigger shock as a strange feeling seemed to envelop her, concentrating at that sensitive spot between her legs and she felt a sudden urge to dash back onto the dance floor, rip off her own top and join her friend as the centre of attention! She shook her head in annoyance. What was the matter with her?! She had to find more about her Caeser and Catgirl! With a deliberate shrug of her shoulders, she dragged her eyes away from Heather's cavorting nipples, and pulled her man towards the big, ceiling high windows, pushing him up against the soft, green curtains hanging down one side. "Hey that friend of yours is something else!" he gasped as he looked back into her eyes. She was staring back, something strange and almost animal like flickering in the deep brown depths. "Look, what's going on between ........." she paused as she seemed to struggle with some inner thought. Her hand suddenly crept up to caress the back of his neck as she finally continued, a little breathlessly, "I need to ..... I need to know .........your name!" "Richard," he responded with a smile, letting his electrifying hands run across her bare shoulders, "What's yours?" She shivered at his touch and her smile in response was distinctly devilish as she pulled his head towards hers, "Just 'Batgirl' will do!" When their lips met again, Batgirl was shocked at the electric response that coursed through her. The initial contact had triggered such a surge of lust and desire that she immediately lost all interest in Catgirl, Heather and even Batman as she pulled him to her and worked her lips hard against his, feeling his instant response pushing hard back against her. It was totally wanton. It was absolutely wonderful! In seconds her fingers were raking through his hair, and her hips grinding up against him. She was struggling to keep some sense of control, but her body seemed to have taken over and was driving her on relentlessly. When his hands dropped down her back and began to caress her bottom she let out a low moan of pleasure from the back of her throat, her tongue pausing for a moment as it writhed with his. Ever since they'd met on the dance floor, she'd toyed with the idea of where the night might lead them. Now there was no doubt in her mind. None at all! It was just a question of when. But why had she suddenly felt so turned-on? In the back of her mind, she knew that this didn't make sense, but frankly she didn't care anymore. She just wanted to wallow in the sexual intensity that they were building up between them! After what seemed an age they finally pulled away from each other, both breathing hard, both wanting the same thing. In the background she heard another cheer from the throng around the dance floor. Whatever was Heather doing now? But she didn't turn round, just vaguely relieved that Heather's distraction was keeping attention off them. She looked back into his eyes and recognised the same hunger and desire that she knew she was radiating. She grabbed his hand again and began to pull him through the open window and onto the balcony. "Come on Caeser, one of your subjects wants you!" she grunted throatily. The cooler air outside didn't dampen her ardour one jot. Her whole body was on fire, telling her that she wanted him, wanted him inside her. And wanted him soon! Annoyingly, there were other couples on the long balcony who'd had the same idea, writhing together in various states of ardour in the semi-darkness. Anger surfaced for a moment and she was almost on the point of physically pushing them all back inside when she spotted a discreetly hidden place where the balcony ended. Each long window was surrounded on the outside by a tall roman style column jutting out a couple of feet, and the balcony rail curved back into the wall just beyond the last column leaving a relatively private and dark space between the two. In an instant she was dragging a slightly reluctant Richard over to the corner, twisting and pushing him back into the space behind the column and moulding her body against him as she searched hungrily for his lips again. He mumbled a little confused protest for a moment, but as soon as her lips found his, he let out a long sigh as his lips and tongue joined the party! Once again Batgirl's body was gripped by an almost uncontrollable feeling of excitement. She couldn't hold back any longer! As the sweet tension really took control and her hand slipped under his toga, lifting it up until it found the impressively large bulge that had been playing havoc with her pussy. He pulled his lips away briefly to let out a long gasp of pleasure as the hand began to caress and explore him through the thin material of his pants. His own hands swiftly began to search under her cape for the clasp of her bat-bra and she almost snorted in annoyance as they fumbled with the fastening. Her imprisoned breasts were tingling so much in anticipation of his touch that she almost wanted to scream! A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 02 Then two things happened simultaneously that almost took her breath away. Her hand had finally found the top of his pants, dragging them down and releasing his throbbing monster into her hand and he finally dragged open her bra fastening and instantly his hands had slid around her chest to cup her firm, almost exploding breasts! They both gasped in excitement as their bodies responded to the electric touch. Batgirl couldn't believe it. Almost has soon as his hands began to caress the firm, but incredibly sensitive skin of her breasts she felt her body instantly tighten, winding itself up into a near orgasmic state as she sucked in air and held her breath. She was on such a high, waiting endlessly it seemed for his fingers to take her hardened nipples, the sweet anticipation building to such a level that when it finally happened, the air wooshed out of her in a long sigh as she slipped over the edge and a long, deep orgasm rolled through her. Her hand had tightened instinctively around his cock as the moment hit and he too gasped as he felt it respond by getting ever harder. His breathing too was getting laboured as he continued to manipulate her hard, pointy nipples, feeling her sag into him as her legs briefly struggled to support her through the deep orgasmic convulsions that racked her body. As she regained a little control, Batgirl was amazed at the effect he was having on her lithe body. She'd never experienced an orgasm like it before, or so quickly. How had he done that? The thoughts flashed briefly through her brain before sheer lust took over again. Her nipples were radiating waves of pleasure as he continued to manipulate them, but she knew that the only thing that mattered now was to have him inside her. She was suddenly so desperate to be penetrated by the pulsating rod in her hand that she let out a little squeal as she let go, dragging her hands to her hips and absolutely ripping down the bikini bottoms of her 'Batgirl' costume, letting them drop to dangle around her knees. The cool outside air that wafted over her hot, exposed pussy did nothing to dampen her ardour. She knew that in her current state her sexual lips would have spread invitingly wide and she felt so incredibly juicy that she thought she could feel a trickle at the top of her tense, muscular thighs. Quickly her hand was back between them dragging the toga high up front as she pressed her pussy hard up against his throbbing cock. He was annoyingly tall she realised instantly as the tip pressed frustratingly high against her stomach. She strained to get higher so that it would slip between her legs and satisfy the overwhelming desire that was controlling her every move, but she was already in high heeled boots and much as she strained, she couldn't get high enough. She moaned out loud again in annoyed frustration that changed into a hungry gasp of anticipation as she felt his hands drop from her molten breasts, down her sides to grasp and cup her bare bottom cheeks. Immediately he began to drag her slowly upwards against him, and she vaguely heard a whimpering sound that could only have escaped her own lips as her pussy slid remorselessly upwards against his giant rod. Her pussy was throbbing wildly as it anticipated the feel of it against her most sensitive spot! She wrapped her arms around his neck as her booted toes left the ground, hanging onto him and shutting her eyes tightly as her attention concentrated solely on the fire between her legs. The last few centimetres were an absolute ordeal for Batgirl's tortured mind as the anticipation of its touch on her swollen clit drove her positively crazy. She'd spread her legs round him as widely as the damned bikini bottoms would allow and she knew that at the first contact it would trigger another climax. "Yes, yes , yes ,yes ...........ooo...oooohhhhh!" she exclaimed in absolute ecstasy as the tip of his cock finally began to slide between her open sexual lips until it nosed up against her clit which responded as she'd known it would by flooding her with such a depth of electric messages that the giant orgasm which followed simply blew her mind. Richard too this time had felt the convulsions ripple through her, and paused in amazement to feel her orgasm in his very hands, "My God, you've come already.... I can't believe it ... you're so, so hot!!" Those frozen few moments were almost too much for Batgirl. The tip of his cock rubbed relentlessly against her clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure signals that seemed to coalesce and build and build and build, sending her into a whole series of further mini-orgasms just as she was resurfacing from the first sexquake! Finally she managed to gasp into his ear "You've got to do it! I NEED you in me! NOW!!" That was exactly what he was thinking as well! He grunted and manoeuvred her bottom again so that his clock slid lower, nosing up against the entrance to her hot, wet cavern. She tensed her muscles and held her breath again as she felt him pause, letting the signals from the head of his cock tell him that it was in the right place before his hands started to let her drop down onto him, initiating another set of delicious responses as her vagina welcomed him aboard! It was too much again for Batgirls tension filled body as she felt him slide deeper and deeper into her, her vagina signalling its intense pleasure on top of all the other thrills. She moaned loudly as another softer, but deeper orgasm rippled through her tired muscles, continuing for long minutes as she finally gasped in wonder as his cock finally seemed to fill her completely. At that moment, she felt as if she wanted to freeze time and spend an eternity filled with him and the pleasure that was still washing over her. It wasn't to last that long though. Dimly, in the background, she heard a commotion. She felt Richard stiffen against her, pushing himself even deeper inside her, but what he said didn't make sense! "No, no....not now .... go away!" Distantly she felt something cold and soft pushing up against her from behind, squeezing her even tighter to Richard. Then she recognised a newly familiar voice. "Well, Bat-Bug, you really know how to wind me up don't you!" hissed Catgirl into her ear, "Seeing as you're such a pushy bitch, I think that I'm going to take you home and really give you something to think about later!" Batgirl was way too far gone in sexual oblivion to respond. Dreamily she felt Catgirl's gloved hand reach between her bare legs, fingers searching for something around the spot where Richard's cock was suspending her in the air. Seconds later Richard screamed, bucking his hips forward and up, launching Batgirl even higher off her feet as his cock surged even deeper than ever, triggering another wave of nervous electricity from all around her pussy. As Batgirl dissolved into yet another momentous climax, she felt his hot seed gush into her welcoming vagina. Vaguely, she knew that she should be doing something. She was Batgirl after all! But as the lights exploded in her brain again she knew that she was powerless to resist. There'd been so many orgasms. She'd lost count! Why had she lost control so much? It surely wasn't just reaction to Batman earlier? She just didn't know, or care. Her mind was hazy and her body totally spent as, dimly, she felt Catgirl's fingers searching around her bare neck. In the end she almost welcomed the slide into darkness as those expert fingers finally squeezed into her neck, starving her brain of oxygen. As her body relaxed, the tormenting tensions oozing away, she slid back into Catgirl's none too gentle embrace, completely missing her new nemesis's malevolent chuckle of anticipation. 9 - Radio News. Back at Wayne Mansion, Dick Grayson was just in the process of making a hot chocolate before heading off to bed so that he could concentrate on some plan to get Batgirl interested in Robin when the Radio Alarm went off. Bruce Wayne was sprawled out on the big sofa in front of the log fire, reading the Finance Section of the Gotham Daily News. He'd been about to complain to the room in general about the extortionate taxes that he had to pay, when he too jumped up in surprise and dashed over to a computer console in the corner, quickly tapping in a few commands to cancel the alarm. They looked at each other in surprise because it was the first time that it had gone off in anger since being installed a few weeks ago. It was a new idea that Robin had developed, and basically scanned the air waves for local news bulletins that mentioned any names held on a key list that they'd fed into the system. It covered all their known friends and foes and depending on the nature of the news it logged the mention of a name or, in serious cases, set off the alarm. "What is it Bruce?!" gasped Dick as he raced across the room. Batman was scanning the report as it scrolled down the screen. "That's strange Dick. It appears that there's been some sort of incident at the Gotham University Ball. It doesn't make sense. According to this, Supergirl and Batgirl were making a spectacle of themselves in the dance hall and Supergirl was doing a striptease! Then they were both kidnapped by some woman in a strange cat-uniform and a bunch of schoolgirls!" Dick looked first perplexed, and then horrified. "Look, I know that Barbara can be a bit unpredictable when she gets emotional, but that doesn't sound like her, but then again she did say that she was going to the ball tonight. She may be in trouble! Maybe we should suit-up and get over there?" Bruce held up a hand to calm down his young partner. "Let's not be hasty Dick, I don't think that Supergirl would have hit town without letting me know. This may be just a student joke of some kind, you know what they're like!" This nettled Dick who'd not been long out of university himself, "Hey, that's not fair Bruce, I don't ....." He was interrupted by his mentor who gave him a knowing look as he picked up the phone, "Have you forgotten your part in the incident with the rubber ducks in the fountain at City Hall already Dick?!" Before Dick could think of a suitable response Bruce was through to Police Headquarters asking for an update on the news bulletin. He listened intently, nodded a few times then he grunted a 'thanks Captain' before putting the phone down. "Looks like I was right Dick. Captain Spencer has men following it up but the consensus of opinion is that it's a prank of some kind. That's why we weren't called officially on the first place" "But Batgirl and Supergirl?" "It was fancy dress Dick," reassured Bruce with a smile and he went on to describe in some detail the sexy costumes that the two 'super-heroines' had been wearing. "I mean, really, can you possibly imagine Barbara dressing up in anything like that!?" 10 - A Trixie Awakening. Batgirl was finding it difficult to orientate herself. She'd been drifting in a soft, hazy darkness. No problems. No worries. No Batman. It really was too much that she was being dragged out into a brighter, harsher world! The dull, thumping headache wasn't helping. She shook her head a little and immediately regretted the movement. Had she been drinking? Then the memories started to drift back. Heather, the Dance, Catgirl and ............ Richard. Christ, Richard!! What on earth had happened? She examined the feelings starting to seep into her brain and concluded that she must be wearing a straight-jacket. She couldn't move! Instinctively she struggled harder. There was a hiss of indrawn breath next to her face, "Jesus Barbara, will you stopped that....it's driving me crazy!" Batgirl's eyes finally shot open as she recognised her friend, Heather's voice. Then she realised that her face was buried in Heather's golden Supergirl locks of hair, almost suffocating her. She tried to pull away, and then understood why she couldn't move. She was tied to something soft and warm. It was Heather! Now she could feel the ropes. They were on their sides facing each other on some large soft cushions, their ankles and thighs tied tightly together. Their arms were drawn around each other in an intimate lover's embrace, wrists fastened together behind each other's necks, their upper arms tied to each other at their sides to keep them forced up against each other. Then Batgirl became uncomfortably aware of another rope! It ran from Heathers tied wrists behind Batgirl's neck looping over her shoulder, down between her breasts, which Batgirl was relieved to find were still covered by that stupid Batgirl Bikini Bra, but then plunged down between their smooth bellies and into her bikini briefs where it looped tightly under her legs to re-appear up the cleft of her bottom and finished up tied somehow around her waist. As soon as she became aware of it, she felt a sinking feeling. It could only be designed for one purpose. To make them as uncomfortable as possible! She made another half-hearted attempt at a struggle, not expecting to have any real success against their bindings, but not expecting the blast of abuse that she received from Heather. She'd sucked in air again before she'd spoken, and then started to wriggle and struggle hard herself. This time it was Batgirl's turn to drag in air and gasp as the rope attached to Heather's wrists tightened under Batgirl's legs, nestling much deeper into the sexual lips of her pussy, something hard pushing firmly up against her clit. Something else registered about the rope! It was rough and hairy, with the bristles tickling and irritating the sensitive skin inside her labia. Suddenly, her pussy was responding, a fire re-awakening as the devilish rope began to work back and forth against her most vulnerable parts as Heather continued to struggle. "Stop it Heather!" Batgirl gasped in desperation as she felt her temperature rise. "Now you know what it's like! Ooooooohh" Heather responded with a strangled cry as they lost balance and slid a little way down a cushion, the ropes torturing both of them together. They were both breathing heavily and sweating a little when they finally stabilised themselves. Finally, between deep breaths, Batgirl asked her friend what had happened. But Heather was bemused. She couldn't understand what had become of them. "I can't believe it!" she said in a sort of wonder, "I was actually doing a strip on the dance floor! Me! And I'd already whipped off my pants as well, when that gang of 'schoolgirls' descended on me, picked me up and dragged me out. I think the audience were cheering! They probably thought it was an act of some sort. Then we were outside and when they threw me into the back of that van, I saw you lying on the floor already but I couldn't do anything! They sprayed something into my face and next thing I knew I was here, tied up to you. At least I could feel you breathing though, so I knew that you were all right." She paused for a minute before continuing on a note of concern, "Why do you think they've brought us here, we didn't do anything to them did we?" Batgirl closed her eyes briefly. Memories of the dance flashed through her mind, and Richard and the balcony. She had a pretty good idea why they'd been abducted. And it had been entirely something she'd done! She didn't plan to tell Heather that though! She tried to look around instead. She had only a limited view of the room, but was puzzled to find that it seemed to be covered entirely in bright cushions, a variety of sizes and scattered around haphazardly. On one side of the room there looked to be a well stocked bar with a row of four glistening silver poles set to one side, reaching from floor to ceiling. At least it felt warm, given their slinky costumes, but maybe too warm she wondered warily!? Batgirl was wondering how long they'd be able to stay perfectly still to avoid any more action on their pussies when she heard a door open. She dare not twist to look behind her but felt and heard steps coming towards them. Then a figure came into view, bending over them. It was one of the 'schoolgirls', the slim ginger one. She seemed pleased that they were both looking back at her. "Oh that's good," she said conversationally as she reached down towards them, "Catgirl will be pleased that you're both back in the land of the living!" Her hands gripped their tied arms and she began to rock them gently from side to side, setting off a chain reaction between Batgirl's legs that threatened to overwhelm her there and then. Heather just moaned as the sensations from her pussy swamped over her. Batgirl couldn't understand why it was having such a devastating effect. Surely she'd normally be able to control herself better than this? As the 'schoolgirl squatted down next to them, the ridiculously short skirt that she was wearing rose up to her hips, leaving Batgirl staring straight at her large white schoolgirl panties and the delicate mound that they covered. Batgirl gritted her teeth and tried to quell the throbbing sensations between her legs. Maybe this woman would tell her something if she asked her nicely? "Who the fuck are you?!" she gasped. Surprisingly, the woman laughed, dropping her hand and lifting up Batgirl's chin so that she stared straight into her face. She had delicate, almost elfin like features and the most amazing hazel eyes. They were sparkling, flecks of green, browns and ambers mixed together in a kaleidoscope of colours. Her bright ginger hair cascaded over her shoulders. "I'm Trixie, and who the fuck are you?" Batgirl was still a bit hazy and non-plussed at the question, "I'm Batgirl of course!" "Yeh, Right. As if! That's what Vixen said, but we don't believe her. The real Batgirl wouldn't have been caught so easily would she now? Screwing a bloke at a dance?!And what sort of costume's that?!" Batgirl gritted her teeth in frustration of a different kind before trying again, "So, anyway, why are we here, what do you want with us?" She tried hard to sound confident. Trixie laughed again, "Well love, maybe you shouldn't have messed around with Catgirl's bloke eh? You'll be happy to know that you're now part of tonight's 'Kitten Entertainment Evening'." As she said that she casually reached down between the two tied victims, her hand slipping easily inside Batgirl's purple bra top and suddenly her fingers were searching for and capturing her nipple. The sudden onslaught of new sensations from that sensitive button caught Batgirl by surprise as she gasped out a protest, "Hey, what's that for?!" Then she registered the earlier words as she realised with a start that the Kittens were part of Catwoman's gang. So maybe this 'Catgirl' really was involved with the gang as well? That didn't sound good, at least, not for Batgirl! Trixie smile back pleasantly as she began to manipulate the stiffening nipple between her fingers, "Oh that? I collect nipples lovey. I love them, don't you? Yours feels nice, especially now that it's growing!" and to prove the point she squeezed it hard between two fingers. Batgirl's response was heartfelt, "Aaaaaargh" Somehow she managed to continue the conversation, almost to herself though, "But I don't understand......why do I feel so horny all the time?" Trixie laughed again as she manipulated Batgirl's nipple mercilessly between her fingers, "That'll probably because we spiked your drinks you ninny. Didn't you notice? Judging by the state of you two it must be good stuff. I might try a drop myself!" She continued to massage the tense nipple, more gently now but just at the right pitch to make Batgirl's toes curl before adding, "So what was the bloke like then?" The question immediately transported Batgirl back to the balcony at the dance and she could almost feel Richard's rigid member pumping away between her legs again, hitting every nerve in her sweet hole. Combined with everything else that as going on, it sent her reeling higher and higher and she only vaguely heard Heather's explosive comment next to her. A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 02 "Barbara! Don't tell me you made out with that Caesar character!!" Trixie leaned down to whisper in Heather's ear, "Oh yes she did sweetie ....... and how!" That seemed to be enough to encourage Trixie to explore further and somehow she managed to hook her thumb around the rope nestling between Batgirl's breasts, starting to pull on it with a regular rhythm which immediately hit her clit, while two of her fingers scissored away at that extremely sensitive nipple. It took only a few seconds for the combination to transport Batgirl to a point of no return! Her body simply took over as she felt her muscles tighten and quiver, the sweet tensions swamping her brain driving her relentlessly closer and closer to a climax. The steady rocking motion and the remorseless impact on her clit was quickly too much for Heather, who let out a long moan as an intense orgasm overwhelmed her and within seconds Batgirl too gave a strangled cry of ecstasy as she felt her own climax finally take her, the breathtaking little convulsions rippling right through her tense muscles, her whole body succumbing to the delirious pleasure! Despite her best efforts to resist, the relief of the climax was enormous and Batgirl simply wallowed in the warmth for long minutes afterwards. She didn't hear Trixie's little chuckle as she slipped her hand out of her bra, patting her breast gently on the way. She didn't really feel her put her face next to hers so that she could nibble her ear gently and she didn't hear the words whispered before Trixie finally stood up and sauntered back to the door. "You're really fun 'Batgirl', I'm looking forward to later already!" 11 - Interlude at Gotham Jail. Marco was settling down in the upper bunk of his shared cell in Gotham's finest (and only) jail. It was lights out time and he'd clambered up the steel steps early to get out of the way of his cell-mate. He was bruised and battered, and even in his stained singlet he was hot, the air smelled sweaty so he shouldn't have been happy, but he was! It hadn't been any surprise that he'd failed to make bail after kidnapping and assaulting the banker and his wife. After all, his record was hardly clean. In fact, it ran to several pages! However, he hadn't got where he had in the criminal underworld without making lots of useful connections, and he'd worked hard at them after the arrest to make sure that his incarceration wouldn't be too unpleasant. Unfortunately, it seemed that Batman's connections were even better! It had been one of the most humiliating days of his life when he'd been ushered into his cell and had come face to face with his new cell-mate. It was 'Tiny' Roderick of all people! How could that be? Of all the people in the known Universe, this was probably the only man who had instilled a deep and lasting fear into Marco's soul. It could have been different. They could have been friends. They'd grown up in the same desperate neighbourhood, same friends and same gangs. They should have been soul-mates. Of course that was before Marco had started his protection racket, the one that had resulted in a certain family having their legs broken over a bad debt. Unfortunately for Marco, it had been Tiny's family, and he'd made it known that he planned to get even with Marco at the first opportunity. This unpleasant possibility had been forestalled however by Marco cleverly arranging for 'Tiny' to take the rap for a failed armed robbery, hence his current presence in Gotham Jail -- and more particularly this cell! When the guards had left, 'Tiny' had approached him, backing him up against the bare cell wall. Of course 'Tiny' was anything but tiny! Around six foot four and more than three hundred pounds he dominated Marco physically, and Marco had been disappointed to see that he'd evidently been making good use of the jail's gym. "So good to see you again Marco," he hissed as he reached forward and grasped him around the neck. Marco had struggled hard but couldn't break the grip and then started to whimper as he was gradually lifted higher and higher against the unforgiving wall until his feet had left the ground. "You can take this as payment for that loan!" roared the big man as he drove his free fist hard into Marco's unprotected belly. There had been a strangled scream, his face had gone puce red and when 'Tiny' had released the grip on his throat Marco had collapsed into a writhing heap on the floor. Since then, each day that Marco had re-appeared before the guards there'd been new bruising. Not that there was any sympathy to be had there. "Fallen out of your bunk again Marco!" they'd laughed. So, strangely, as he lay there on the top bunk that night and the lights went off he was feeling almost giddy with excitement. The little piece of paper with the scrawled message was gripped tightly in his hand. Word had finally come through that his proposal had been accepted! That he was going to get his revenge after all. It wasn't revenge against 'Tiny' that he craved though. That could come later! His targets since his capture had been Batman and Batgirl, especially Batgirl, and now it looked like all his fantasies would come true! It didn't take much to propel him into that fantasy either. Sweat appeared on his brow as he imagined Batgirl dangling down helplessly in front of him from that hook in the barn. That sexy body, clad only in the sleek purple costume that revealed every curve of her shapely figure. And completely at his mercy! He was going to have her this time and there would be no Batman to come to the rescue! As his perverted brain began to picture him harshly stripping off her suit, his hand automatically drifted down to the massive bulge that had developed in his pants. God, she was such an erotic woman .......and soon she'd be his! The fantasy ended as quickly as it had begun though as he suddenly froze at the sound of the harsh voice from below. "If this fucking bed starts rocking Marco, I'm gonna come up there and tie your dick around your fucking neck you worthless piece of shit!" 12 - Entertaining the Kittens. Across town, Batgirl had plenty on her mind, and none of it involved Marco! At least she'd found out from Trixie that they'd been drugged in some way. It was almost a relief to realise that her constant state of arousal was not some natural state that she'd evolved into. On the other hand it didn't alter the fact that the electric sensations emanating from her nipples and pussy were driving her wild. And Heather seemed to have lost it completely! After Trixie had left she'd started to rock gently back and forth, forcing the ropes to rub continuously between their legs again. Batgirl had tried hard to stop her, but she wouldn't listen and the friction on Heathers clit brought her steadily to another climax. Batgirl was hanging on gamely, but she didn't think that she could last much longer. The hairy rope seemed to have sunk even deeper into her slit and was rubbing harshly against her sensitive clit and Heather's moans intensified in her ear as she embarked on another trip to sexual heaven. 'God,' thought Batgirl wearily, 'how long would they be left here?' It was a relief to hear sounds approaching from outside. The door soon burst open again and Batgirl watched warily as the three 'schoolgirls' bounced in, chattering among themselves excitedly. They bypassed the two trussed figures on the floor as they headed to the bar but Trixie smiled at Batgirl and gave her a pronounced wink! With them was a tall, black woman in a trouser suit. She looked vaguely familiar, but Batgirl was immediately distracted from her by the two darker figures that followed them into the room. One was her new nemesis from the dance floor, Catgirl. The other was a little taller in her long black boots and slimmer, her shiny black suit reflecting some of the glare from the ceiling lights. The suit accentuated the woman's curves but Batgirl's eyes were drawn to her hip. Attached to her tiny silver belt was something that glinted evily in the light. It was a large, coiled bull-whip! Batgirl's heart sank. She'd not come across Batman's foe before but there was no doubting who she was. Catwoman! She'd never seriously thought that this Catgirl character was anything more than some student playing tough, but now ......?! The two were chatting casually and comfortable together as they approached and Batgirl's heart sank deeper. Not only was Catgirl involved with Catwoman, they seemed to be friends! This wasn't looking good at all. She caught the tail end of their conversation, ".........so she actually screwed Richard on the Balcony did she?" laughed Catwoman in evident delight. Catgirl's response was a little colder, "It's not that funny Catwoman! I don't think that she knows anything, but how can we be sure? Even if she's just the harmless slut she looks like he might have said something." "Oh, I'll think of something to check that out," Catwoman responded grimly as they finally stood ominously over Batgirl and Heather. Catwoman bent down and checked their bonds, tugging and pulling at them to feel their tightness and torturing their clits even further. She looked up to Catgirl and nodded her head. "Good piece of rope-work! I seem to have taught you well. And you knotted it under their legs?" Catgirl grinned in response and pulled at Heather's hands, making Batgirl's pussy suddenly explode. She let out a loud groan as she tried to deal with yet another surge of sensations. Knotted! So that was why her clit was under so much torture. Then she felt a hard bulge nestling into the soft pink folds at the entrance to her warm inner cavern, and she couldn't suppress another long groan of frustration. Catwoman switched her attention back to Batgirl. "Ok 'Miss Batgirl', you're our guest here tonight and the Kittens want to play with the two of you, but before the fun begins I need to know something. Things could be made a little more comfortable later. You understand? I just need to know how you met Richard." Maybe Batgirl's shouted response was driven solely by a body that was so incredibly screwed up with sexual tension. But then again, maybe she'd have said it anyway. "Go to hell you black bitch!" Batgirl felt Heather gasp next to her, and the rest of the room went very silent as every eye suddenly swivelled onto the little group. Even Catwoman seemed taken by surprise. "Well, tetchy little imp aren't you?!" she finally laughed as the sudden tension in the room dissipated a little, but she wasn't going to let that go so easily. She glanced at Catgirl, "A little discipline do you think?" Catgirl's return smile looked positively malicious, "Oh definitely!" Catwoman immediately went to work clearing out cushions next to where the two victims were laying to create a shallow little nest. She stood up, walked casually round them and placed a shiny black boot onto Batgirl's rump before shoving hard, rolling them over and into the little nest. Both girls gasped as the sudden movement of the tormenting ropes. Batgirl found herself laying right in top of Heather, her face buried in her Supergirl wig again, still unable to move and knowing that the nest of cushions around them would have kept them in place anyway. It seemed like the Kittens had decided to come and watch the fun as they gathered around in a little semi-circle, but they gave Catwoman plenty of room. Ominous! Catwoman bent down to put her face near to Batgirl's again, "Now then Batgirl, last chance.......Richard?" "Go to hell you black bitch!" Catwoman laughed immediately this time, "Thought so......come on Catgirl, give me a hand." Underneath her, Heather was shocked and scared, "Oh Barbara, what are you doing?" Batgirl didn't have time to react though and she couldn't squirm around enough to see what her two foes were doing. It was a major shock when she felt strong hands taking hold of the sides to her bikini pants before yanking them roughly over her smooth bottom and down her thighs. "Hey!" she gasped in surprise. There was no response, and suddenly she was feeling incredibly vulnerable as her mind pictured her bare, shapely ass sticking up, offering itself to all and sundry. The only modesty was the knotted rope that was looped tightly between her upturned cheeks! Then she felt something strange touch her bare skin! Instinctively she tightened her muscles, but there was no escape! It was like a horrible centipede crawling slowly over her sensitive skin, working its way round and round making her squirm hard against Heather who gasped again as the infernal rope did its devilish work between their legs. Catgirl was watching Catwoman trail the tip of the long black whip over the creamy white flesh. "That seems to be working well," she said casually. Catwoman, an expert with this devilish device, smiled evily as she let the tip wander toward the crack in Batgirls soft cheeks and then slide down the dark crevice between them, making Batgirl squirm even harder. After letting the tip explore between Batgirl's legs for a few tantalising minutes, she asked Catgirl to see if Batgirl had changed her mind. Catgirl bent down this time to pass on the message. Batgirl suddenly wasn't feeling quite so brave. "Look Catgirl, or whoever the hell you are, I don't know what you're talking about!" "Wrong answer!" hissed Catwoman who flicked the bull-whip with her wrist, sending the tip whishing through the air to strike squarely across Batgirl's undefended cheeks. It happened so quickly that Batgirl had no time to tense her muscles and she cried out as a flash of pain ripped through her. Strangely it soon began to merge with the signals swamping her from her pussy and if anything deepened her state of arousal. She couldn't believe it! Catwoman gave her no time to think about it though as she repeated the trick, sending another avalanche of pain and pleasure signals coursing into her brain. "That's clever," laughed Catgirl as she looked at the two thin red lines, absolutely parallel and about an inch apart, that had appeared across Batgirls bare cheeks, "they look like railway lines!" Batgirl was squirming hard again now, but to no avail, and then, suddenly, she heard Heather cry out from beneath her as she felt her friends body succumb to yet another orgasm. Batgirl had to do something, if only for Heather! "Look," she gasped between great lungfulls of breath, "I really don't know what you're talking about! I only met him at the dance!!" Catwoman ignored her, "Watch and learn Catgirl. This is how to increase the pressure." It sounded like a training exercise, but not to Batgirl who winced as she heard the whip arcing through the air again. This time it seemed to land diagonally across one side of her bottom, but now the tip flicked into the gap between her taut cheeks to strike hard against the rope right under her legs, the vibrations hitting her clit almost as cruelly as if the whip had landed straight on it! This time the mixture of pain and pleasure sent her soaring so high that she almost slipped over the edge. She was getting desperate now, "Aren't you two dimwits listening! I ......don't ........ know ...... anything about him!!" Catwoman glanced down for a second while she stepped carefully over them, "Tsk, tsk -- what language. Now, Catgirl, this is how you do it from the other side." The whip flicked again, laying another little red line diagonally across Batgirl's other cheek, the tip again flicking hard into the rope under her legs and this time there was no holding back the shuddering climax that rippled out from her pussy right round her tortured body. "Oh Jesus! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Batgirl was lost in the power of the deep orgasm, but even then vaguely heard and felt Heather climaxing yet again underneath her at the same time. It was all getting so surreal! "Oh that was good," exclaimed Catgirl in delight, "Two for the price of one!" After the laughter died down, Catgirl touched her mentor on the arm, "I really don't think she know's anything Catwoman." "Oh, I never really thought she did" responded Catwoman with a laugh, "but the chance to teach Batgirl a lesson or two couldn't be missed!" Catgirl's eyebrows narrowed briefly as she pointed out that this wasn't the real Batgirl, but Catwoman's response puzzled her even more, "Oh you never know Catgirl, do you Vixen?" She was looking at the tall black girl in the trouser suit who grinned back nodding before Catwoman quickly changed the subject, "Anyway, what's next on the agenda for this evening's entertainment?!" Batgirl rolled her exhausted eyes in exasperation. She'd been hoping that all their recent torment would satisfy this Catgirl. No such luck! 13 - And the Beat Goes On! Catgirl responded to Catwoman's query with a cheery, "Well, we thought we'd start with a bit of pole dancing, followed by a test of that new 'girlie' product that I've just finished developing." Catwoman looked down grimly at the tied figures, "Now that sounds just about right Catgirl. They won't forget that in a hurry! I think I'll hang around to see some of the dancing but then I'll have to get away. I've got a bit of business to see to." Batgirl and Heather had been listening to the exchange in some consternation, and Batgirl had recovered enough from her orgasmic plane to offer her thoughts on the matter. "No way you'll get me dancing you pair of feline rats!" Heather was less confident, "Will you shut up Barbara!" "Let me help," offered Catwoman as she knelt down by their stocking clad legs. With a sound like a knife being pulled from a scabbard, she triggered something at her wrists that flicked out a series of razor sharp claws from her gloved fingers. Batgirl was getting worried again as she felt her ankle being grasped. "Let go!" "Best keep still Batgirl, or this could get bloody!" responded Catwoman coldly as she began to trace a claw around the sole of Batgirl's left foot. When she'd finished, the bottom of her yellow stocking fell away apart from a single loop under the arch of her foot, keeping the stocking in place on her leg. Quickly Catwoman repeated the process on the other foot and then did the same with Heather. Batgirl had felt the cold claw on her foot, but had no idea what it had happened, "What the hell you doing!?" she gasped. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough" laughed Catwoman as she stood up, "come on Kittens, get these two unfastened." There was a little cheer from the 'schoolgirl's as they jumped forward and began to pull away the bindings. Batgirl had a sudden moment of hope that she'd be able to attack them, but they were stronger than they looked. The black woman, Vixen, had also joined in and had Batgirl's arms pinned behind her as her recent 'friend', Trixie unfastened the ropes around their arms and legs. When Batgirl and Heather had been separated, Trixie switched her attention to Batgirl's remaining clothes, quickly dragging the bikini pants off her thighs and down her legs as Vixen pulled her up into a sitting position. When Trixie had thrown the pants to one side she paused for a moment to admire Batgirl's exposed bush with the remaining rope deeply embedded in her slit. "Mmmmm, nice," she said thoughtfully before her hands slid round Batgirl's back to release the bikini-bra strap. She was looking challengingly into Batgirl's eyes as she slid her hands back under the loosened bra to push it up and release two of Batgirl's most prized assets! Trixie' s eyes widened and sparkled as she admired Batgirl's perky nipples a slow smile spreading across her elfin face. Without a second thought she'd bent forward to take one in her lips and Batgirl gasped yet again as Trixie's tongue flicked it from side to side, letting it grow bigger again, before her teeth began a gentle nibbling. It was so sudden and surprising, and the avalanche of pleasure so overwhelming that Batgirl didn't even get round to protesting. A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 02 Catgirl however had other plans, "Come on Trixie, you can indulge yourself later. Hand her over!" 'Handing over' didn't involve the black woman letting her go though. Just moving over so that Catgirl could sit at Batgirl's back. She put her head briefly onto Batgirl's shoulder before whispering into her ear, "Now then, a bit of personal retribution I think. I don't know who you are, but you'd better not cross me again!" With that she took hold of the end of the final knotted rope and began to draw it back between Batgirl's legs, but taking the strain at the other end so that the first knot rubbed roughly against her clit before nosing past her exposed hole. The effect was electrifying on Batgirl who sucked in a quick breath as her pussy responded, "Aaaaaaaaaagh!" Catgirl spoke again, as she pulled more of the knots through, "Now, repeat after me, I ...... will ..... not ..... screw ..... Catgirl's ......... property ......again!" Batgirl's responses weren't particularly intelligible, "Ohhhhh ........ Jesus! ........ Aaaaaah ........ Oh God ........ Oh noooooooo ........ I'm cum........ Aaaaaaaagh!!" As Catgirl had intended, the last knot had broken through Batgirl's defences and she was consumed by another big orgasm, leaving her sagging in Catgirl's arms as she finally let the rope slip away from Batgirl's tormented and sopping pussy. Batgirl was left shaking her head as she started to come round again. This was ridiculous. Drugs or no drugs, her body seemed to have become permanently aroused. How could she possibly deal with any more of this? It didn't look like the Kittens were going to let her have long to think about it though as they picked her up and hauled her over to the bar. It took just a few moments for their strong hands to drag her up onto her feet, ease her over to one of the silver poles. She struggled hard, but in her weakened state it was no good and within minutes her hands had been shackled to the top of the pole, high enough to stretch her arms, but still leave her on her bare feet. They felt cold. She looked down past her bare breasts and saw that she was standing on a little silver metal dais, her ankles loosely chained to the central pole. Well, she thought defiantly, they can string me up here, but they can't make me dance! She watched in silence as the Kittens repeated the trick with Heather. It was the first time that she'd seen her naked. Well, almost naked. The head cowl, 'suspender utility belt' and stockings didn't really cover much! In another time, another place she'd have congratulated her friend on having such fine boobs and such a pert little blond bush between her legs, but this wasn't the time .... or the place! The 'audience' now gathered in front of them, pleased with their handiwork. "Shall we get them going now?" asked Vixen. "Hang on a minute," said Catwoman, "I've just had a thought." She strode over to the bar, lifted up something from the back, and rummaged in a box that she'd put on the counter. When she got back she'd got a pile of thin silver chains in her hand. Catgirl had immediately recognised them. "Fantastic, what a great idea!" she said excitedly as she grabbed hold of them and approached a wary looking Batgirl, "You're going to love this!" she hissed at the shackled figure. Now that they were up close, Batgirl was pretty sure she wouldn't. She'd seen nipple clamps before! Catgirl picked out a short metal chain with silver clamps at each end and attached them to each of Batgirl's already pert and sensitive nipples. She gasped at the sensation as her nipples let her brain know exactly what they thought about it as the short silver chain tugged at them. As if that wasn't enough, and it wasn't for Catgirl, she picked out a longer chain that had large, polished teardrop piece of gemstone at one end and another, more complicated looking solver clip at the other. Humming merrily to herself, Catgirl knelt down in front of Batgirl's pussy and began to part the folds of her slit with her fingers, exposing the soft folds surround her pink hole, and the little hood covering her clit. Batgirl tensed her muscles defensively, but Catgirl surprised her by covering her bare pussy with her lips and letting her warm tongue flick at Batgirl's clit for an electrifying few seconds before moving down a little to lick the warm juices already seeping out of her vagina. Finally the squirming serpent arrowed straight up into her dark cavern, sending shivers up Batgirl's spine, and confusing Batgirl as it clamoured for more! Catgirl's tongue explored inside the juicy and warm hole for a few minutes before almost reluctantly withdrawing, and Batgirl's sigh of disappointment came from deep within her before she could cut it off! "Sorry, couldn't resist it," laughed an impish looking Catgirl as she glanced up at her victim, "It'll warm you up a bit anyway!" Then she got to work carefully fastening little silver clips to the fold of skin alongside Batgirl's clit, before standing up and pulling the chain upwards, looping it over the chain connecting the nipple clamps and letting the heavy gemstone fall on the other side. The gemstone dropped down towards Batgirl's navel then held, bouncing up and down as the tension on the chains began to balance out. The effect on Batgirl was electric as the sudden impact on both nipples and her clit at the same time sent another shower of pleasure signals coursing through her body, and that was reinforced by the steady swaying of the stone dragging rhythmically at each nipple and clit in turn. As Batgirl was dragging in deep breaths trying hard quell another climax and to regain control, Catgirl stood back to admire her handiwork. "Mmmm, not bad," she said, "but let's see how it goes again!" and with that she reached forward to yank down the gemstone again. This time there was no way that Batgirl could control her body as the repeat dose of electrifying responses simultaneously from her three most important sensitive spots swamped her and sent her over the edge yet again! The brief cry and long moan that followed was greeted by a generous round of applause from the Kittens. Catgirl took a bow. When Batgirl had recovered enough to look round, she could see that Trixie was just finishing work on Heather, and that she was 'chained' up in the same way as Batgirl. Judging by the look on Heather's face, Batgirl guessed that Trixie had given her the full treatment as well. Heather too was gasping for breath in post orgasmic ecstasy! "Ok girls, lights down and music on!" shouted Catgirl, picking up a remote as the Kittens and Catwoman sprawled down on the cushions in front of the silver poles. She pressed some buttons and the background lighting in the room dimmed to be replaced by some flashing disco lights and a couple of spotlights focussed on the hapless Batgirl and Heather. Batgirl didn't recognise the music, but it had a modern, excited dance beat that would have set her feet tapping if she hadn't been so determined not to give Catgirl the satisfaction! Batgirl could see the audience looking at her expectantly and she was puzzled. Did they think that she was stupid? No way at all that she would dance, even if it hadn't been for the knowledge of how her nipples and clit would suffer if that damned gemstone started bouncing around again! She glared back at Catgirl, almost challenging her to do her worst! Catgirl obliged. She pressed a final button on the remote with a flourish and dropped herself down into the middle of the Kittens who gave another resounding cheer as Batgirl and Heather began dancing! It was a strange sort of dance, jerky in the extreme, but the two performers were going at it energetically. The gemstones were bouncing around, and both Batgirl and Heather's strained faces were showing immediate signs of the effects on their sore nipples and pussies! Batgirl had been wracking her brain to try and foresee what Catgirl was up to but she'd never anticipated this. As soon as the button was pressed, the silver dais's that they were stood on came alive! Short, sharp electric shocks shot into the soles of their feet and it was impossible not to jump and move. Seconds later another shock would trigger the same reaction in the other foot, and on, and on. It was fiendish! After just a few minutes Batgirl heard her friend come for the umpteenth time. She was gritting her teeth but she could feel her own arousal peaking as the sexual tension washed relentlessly around her. It would have been bad enough normally, but her body was still reacting to the drug and it craved more and more of the same. Finally she had to come again, the blessed little convulsions running right through her again and, vaguely, she heard another little cheer in response to her cry of relief! After that, time seemed to stand still. She couldn't control her feet, so she couldn't stop the dancing gemstone inflicting its continuous attention on her sensitised skin. She couldn't stop a second giant orgasm sweeping through her shortly after the first and after that, they just seemed to be coming again and again, the sweet climaxes merging into one another as her body was wracked by an almost continuous series of convulsions. 14 - Girls Will be Girls. Batgirl didn't know how long it lasted, she'd started to lose rational thought and was just floating along with the sexual excitement, but at some point a button was pressed, and the shocks finally ceased. Her legs seemed to have lost all their strength as she sagged down from her wrist cuffs, the cold silver pole at her back keeping her upright, sweat dripping down her naked skin. But the infernal gemstone was finally stilled, resting innocently near her navel. Eventually, with an enormous effort, she lifted her head and looked across at Heather. She too was dangling down by her arms, her head drooping forward, her breathing ragged. Batgirl watched a bead of sweat run down her chest, over one rounded breast, glistening in the bright light to meet others at her clamped nipple, before dripping away onto the floor. In her over-excited state, Batgirl paused for a moment to admire Heather's naked boobs again. She knew that she shouldn't be thinking that way, but they really were beautiful! As she began to feel some strength returning, she looked for her 'audience' feeling strong enough now to glare malevolently at Catgirl again! Then she got another shock. The Kittens weren't looking at her anymore. They were busy with each other! Already bits of schoolgirl uniform were scattered around as they cavorted, caressed and kissed. Trixie seemed to be at the fore. The 'nipple collector' had lost her shirt and bra to display a fine pair of rounded breasts of her own. Her lips seemed to be glued to the exposed dark nipples of the raven haired Hispanic girl, and her hand was busy inside her white schoolgirl pants. Whatever her fingers were doing was obviously very effective as the girl with the shiny olive skin squirmed hard underneath her in obvious pleasure. Batgirl hadn't worked out whether the black woman, Vixen, was one of the Kittens or not. She seemed to have joined in with a will though and by now had lost her trouser suit top and bottom, leaving her dark skin contrasted by a skimpy cream bra and panties set that only just seemed to contain her large hips and bosom. The blonde was fully naked, her slim milky skin shone in the bright lights as she giggled continuously, helping Vixen pull off Catgirl's suit. The gloves and boots had already disappeared, but she kept on her headcowl, and even Batgirl had to admire the muscular, perfectly proportioned figure that emerged. It was wrapped only in a thin, clinging pink thong. And there was no doubting Catgirl's hunger either given the damp patch covering the pink material as it clung to the folds between Catgirl's strong legs. It didn't cling for long though. Vixen's powerful fingers hooked around the waistband and dragged the strip of material down her legs, leaving it dangling precariously off one of Catgirl's shapely ankles. Vaguely, Batgirl wondered how she'd react. But the blonde had draped herself over Catgirl's upper body, her breasts and hard nipples rubbing up against Catgirl's, her firm red lips capturing Catgirl's in a long sensuous kiss. Catgirl seemed to be overwhelmed by the attention and she made no effort to resist as Vixen dragged over a couple of soft, purple cushions and pushed them under Catgirl's hips, forcing her soft pubic mound higher into the air. Almost in a sense of shock, Batgirl saw that Catgirl's delightful little pussy was being thrust almost straight at the watching Batgirl, the dark slit between her sexual lips glistening with her juices. Batgirl couldn't believe her reaction. After all that she'd been through, all that she'd suffered at this woman's hands, she was finding this piece of involuntary voyeurism incredibly sexy! Maybe it was the drug, maybe it was the hormones, maybe it was the after-effects of all those bloody orgasms, but whatever it was she could feel the tingling between her legs again as her body turned itself on! Vixen's head suddenly blocked Batgirl's view as she pushed Catgirl's legs wide apart and dropped her lips onto that soft, sensitive mound. Batgirl was momentarily annoyed that she was blocking her view, and watched in something approaching jealousy as she saw Catgirl arch her back in response, thrusting her hips back into Vixen's face. Batgirl snatched a quick look sideways at Heather. Even shackled as she was to the pole, she too was wide eyed, watching the action in front of her with a mixture of shock and hunger. Her mouth was part open, and Batgirl sawher tongue briefly, and erotically, moisten her lips. She guessed that if Heather had been released there and then she wouldn't have run, or tried to escape. No, she looked as though she'd slide into the pile of naked, intertwined bodies and join in! Batgirl couldn't keep her eyes off Vixen and Catgirl though. By now, Vixen's head was bobbing up and down energetically between Catgirl's splayed legs. This was no slow romantic build-up, this was hard, serious sex and Batgirl had to shut her eyes for moment to quell the throbbing emanating from her own pussy. It was almost as if she could feel the effect of Vixen's lips and tongue on her own, swollen clit. 'Jesus,' she thought in dismay, 'I can't go through this again, surely?!' Apparently she could. As she listened to Catgirl's whimpering little cries as the blonde massaged her breasts while Vixen tortured her pussy, Batgirl was horrified to realise that her body was responding. Without any conscious thought she'd started to sway her hips so that the gemstone was swinging back and forth again, in turn pulling rhythmically at her nipples and clit and stoking up her personal fires once again as the sexual intensity in the room steadily increased. This time she was in control though. No energetic bouncing around, just a smooth, sensual motion that Batgirl knew, deep down, would soon bring her to another, very welcomed climax! Soon, unable to handle the continuous attention of the two Kittens any longer, Catgirl had exploded into a deep, mind-blowing climax of her own, her loud uncontrolled scream echoing in the room as the deep orgasm consumed her! Minutes after that Batgirl too had reached the point of no return as she felt her body gradually tighten with sexual pleasure, going higher and higher until, with a final shimmy of her hips triggered the moment and she gasped as she finally came, feeling the blissful release reverberate around her tortured body. 15 - All Good Things Come to an End. Bruce Wayne was sound asleep at Wayne Mansion. Dick Grayson was dreaming about Barbara, and how Robin and Batgirl would finally get together in his bedroom. Marco was on the floor of his cell in a crumpled heap. It seemed that he had rocked the bunks after all and 'Tiny' had exacted retribution just as he'd promised. Catwoman was nowhere to be seen, 'out on a bit of business' she'd said. Trixie was driving the van. Catgirl was sitting in the back next to the two bound, hooded figures that rolled about on the floor as it swayed around corners. Batgirl could feel Heather's warm body nudging against her as the van swayed. That was a big contrast to the feel of the rough, cold metal of the van floor on her shapely, naked behind. Her hands were tied together underneath her and she had to concentrate hard to avoid rolling each time the van moved. Then there was the nasty black hood that covered her head and cut out all vision. It smelled yukky as well! Batgirl considered another protest, but decided against it. Catgirl had been less than receptive when she'd sworn at her a few minutes ago. She didn't seem to be able to do anything to free herself, so her mind gradually drifted back to the events in what she now knew was the Kitten's playroom, and why they were there, still semi-naked, in the back of the van. After Catgirl's, and her own, glorious climaxes, Batgirl had thought that the evening might be drawing to a close. Surely the Kitten's would soon get bored and let them go? Not so. Instead of separating, they'd drawn Catgirl and Vixen into the pile of squirming bodies, shed their remaining clothes and got down to some serious lesbian action on each other. Heather and Batgirl had been forced to watch them busily caressing, stroking, licking, kissing, and fondling each other as they took it in turns to take each other to ever higher climaxes. Heads would disappear between legs, bodies would arch in blissful release, gasps and whimpers would become harsh cries of satisfaction. It was seriously hot. It was obvious that the Kittens knew exactly how to pleasure each another. Batgirl had never been up close to women on women sex before and in her aroused state it was gradually driving her mad. It seemed to go on forever! So did the swaying of her hips and the gemstone, and the regular, smaller climaxes that she was inflicting on herself! Eventually, the activity on the cushions did die down as even the Kittens grew weary. Finally Catgirl got up and came over to the shackled pair, standing in front of them gloriously naked in that classic challenging pose. Feet apart, arms crooked and hands on hips. "Right," she'd said, "we've decided that we're bored with you now so we're going to let you go. Pity really because I was looking forward to trying something out on you first, but ........." Batgirl should have known better, "Try what?" she'd responded before she could stop herself. Catgirl's face had brightened, just as Heather's had darkened, and she'd skipped across to the bar before picking something black up from under the counter and bringing it over. When she'd got back, Batgirl had recognised it as a strap on dildo of very respectable proportions. She watched with a growing hunger as Catgirl's fingers ran lightly over the smooth black surface. Suddenly she'd so wanted Catgirl to use it! Her empty vagina was practically crying out to be filled. After all that had gone on, it was just about the only part of her body that hadn't been caressed recently! But Catgirl had dashed her hopes. "Oh no, not just a simple strap-on at all," she'd smiled, "it's a lot more than that. But I think that I'll save it for the real Batgirl!" The 'real' Batgirl had had no answer for that, and she heard Heather let out a loud sigh of relief. Everything then had seemed to go quickly. It had been no real surprise when Trixie, back in her outrageous Schoolgirl gear again had jumped up, ginger hair flying, to volunteer to unshackle Batgirl and Heather. Batgirl should have expected something when she'd seen the deliciously mischievous look on Trixie's face when she'd reached up to tug on the infernal silver clamps that had been torturing her tender nipples all night. But nothing prepared her for the sudden burst of pain and pleasure that hit her when the clamps were released and the blood rushed back, hitting every nipple nerve ending simultaneously! Trixie had known though, and she'd supported Batgirl as her legs had nearly given way, supported that was by cupping her hand under Batgirl's pussy and letting her nimble fingers complete the job on her swollen clit, triggering a final orgasm that had rippled around every one of Batgirl's weary muscles yet again. Catgirl had laughed delightedly. Batgirl hadn't, she was busy sucking in huge breaths of air! A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 02 After they'd both finally been released from the silver poles, Batgirl hadn't had the energy to fight back. Catgirl and Trixie had held her with powerful grips as her hands had been fastened behind her back again. Then, once a rather droopy Heather had been dealt with in the same way, Catgirl had gone off and come back with two black hoods, which had been unceremoniously dropped over their heads. "Sorry Bat-Bug, but we can't have you finding us again can we?!" she'd laughed, "Hang onto them Trixie while I get the van keys." When Catgirl had gone, Batgirl had felt Trixie move behind her. She'd tensed for the inevitable! Suddenly she'd felt delicate hands sliding round her waist, teasingly across the top of her pussy before rising up over the useless utility suspender belt to gently cup her breasts again. Batgirl grimaced as she felt her sore little nipples captured again by Trixie's finger and thumb which immediately began to twist and tease them into life again. Batgirl hadn't known whether to laugh, cry or embark another orgasm. "Will you stop that Trixie, you nipple maniac!" she'd gasped in exasperation. "But they're so beautifully responsive little Miss Batgirl," the husky voice had whispered into her ear as each little pink button began to grow and respond to Trixie's expert attention, "I really can't resist them!" Batgirl's legs were buckling as the delicious sensations built up again, but suddenly, and by now disappointingly, the fingers release her from her torment when Batgirl heard the door open to let Catgirl back in. Catgirl had raised an eyebrow quizzically at Trixie as she stepped back from Batgirl, but the Kitten had just smiled back innocently. Batgirl's breathing was still ragged as she'd asked Catgirl, "Now what are you going to do with us?" "Oh we'll just drop you off in town somewhere." "You can't do that you stupid moggie! We're practically naked. Every pervert in Gotham will be after us!" Catgirl's tone had hardened, "Well you two 'super-heroines' had better be on your toes then hadn't you!" After that they'd been bundled outside and into the cool night air, before being picked up and rolled onto the van floor. Heather's comment at the time had been heartfelt, "You idiot Barbara, she'd have given us our clothes back if you'd been nicer!" Which was how they'd come to be rolling about on the van floor. And now the van was slowing! It bumped over something and ground to a halt. They heard the side doors creaking open and a blast of cool air hit them. Catgirl was at her back. She seemed to be checking that the ropes binding their wrists were secure. "Ouch! Now come on Catgirl, you really don't need to do this," gasped Batgirl as she felt herself being rolled towards the open doorway. But it was too late as she felt herself teeter over the edge and drop into free air. She'd automatically cringed as she felt herself go, but fortunately not for long as she landed with a dull thump on her side, fortunately onto something soft! Seconds later there was another dull thud and a little squeal from Heather as she landed next to her. Batgirl's brain was racing! Somehow Catgirl seemed to have removed their hoods as they'd fallen, so Batgirl's eyes quickly adapted to the dark. Just in time to see Catgirl give a cheery wave as the van door shut. Suddenly the driver's door opened briefly and she saw Trixie hurl a black sack in their direction. Then the door slammed shut, the engine revved and the van reversed out of her field of vision. Then she was wriggling hard and suddenly, magically her hands had become free as the bindings loosened! Relief flooded through as she realised that Catgirl must have undone the knots before rolling them out. The relief was quickly replaced by horror though as she felt strange tentacle like things brushing over her naked body. They seemed to be everywhere, rubbing and sliding against her sensitive skin. Batgirl gasped in surprise as she wondered what on earth Catgirl had dropped them into. The mystery was solved as she twisted and arched her body and found her face buried in something soft, and fragrant. They'd been dropped into a flower bed! As her racing blood slowed down, she lifted her head above the surviving flowers and looked carefully round. They were in the middle of a black area, surrounded a few hundred yards away by dark sinister blocks of buildings. At one side ran a road, the streetlights leaking their glows onto shrubs, bushes and a few trees. Batgirl was still on the alert though, scanning warily for any movement. They were in the middle of an unknown area, practically naked, and at this time of the early morning they could be surrounded by all manner of perverts. She shuddered at the thought. She turned to Heather who had already released herself and scrambled over to the black bag that Trixie had thrown down. "I think that we're in a park Heather. Better be really careful until we found out where," she whispered carefully. "Oh that's easy," was the bubbly reply as Heather finally ripped open the bag and gave a little whoop of joy," It's Howards Park, on the edge of campus. My flat's just a couple of blocks away! And look, the bag's got our costumes in! Maybe that Trixie isn't so bad after all!!" Batgirl couldn't believe the way that her nipples and begun to tingle at the mention of the name, but despite her caution, she quickly grabbed her own things from the bag and slipped them on. They were still dressed in the same sexy, slinky outfits that they'd gone to the dance in, but she felt a million times better than a few minutes ago. Modesty was a very precious thing, even for super-heroines! Suddenly Heather took the lead, ignoring Batgirl's attempts to 'shush' her, she'd evidently decided that enough was enough and was going home, striding out like a real Supergirl towards the road. Was this the girl that had been so recently overwhelmed with orgasm after orgasm? It was amazing. Batgirl was left to shake her head and troop along behind her, checking out every shadow and bush for potential assailants! Maybe the perverts were asleep at this unearthly time though because they reached the flat without incident, collapsing into chairs and just staring silently, and slightly disbelievingly at each other. What an absolutely incredible night! It seemed to have been so overwhelming that Heather, for one, couldn't believe that it had happened. As Batgirl tried to discuss it, Heather had raised her hand and said, quite firmly, that she was too tired to even to think about it. She was going to shower and then go to bed. She had a plane to catch next day. No, this day! Barbara was welcome to the spare bed but she was going to sleep! Batgirl had to force herself back into normality. Now that the danger had passed, 'Barbara Gordon' re-appeared and she suddenly realised just how exhausted she was too, although there was still an annoying little tingle working away between her legs. When Heather emerged from the shower, dressed in a clinging silk wrap, she slipped past her old friend into the shower room, full of hot mist now and dragged off her bits of costume again, adding 'Batgirl' to the 'Supergirl ' pile in the corner of the bathroom. Then she stepped under the shower and switched it to full power and let the hot, stinging water blast away her aches and pains and flower bed dirt, the jet of water working its way round every inch of her supple body. After what seemed an age she finally felt cleansed enough to switch it off and picked up a big white bath towel to pummel herself dry. That's when she felt the soreness across her behind and, clearing moisture off the mirror, twisted round and saw the red criss-cross welts running across her soft white cheeks. She stared at the disfigurement to her beautiful body for long moments in a mixture of sorrow and anger while making a solemn pact with herself to track down the hated Catwoman and exact a suitable revenge. Finally she looked around the room, realised that she didn't have any night things with her, but she was too tired to care. It wasn't too cold. She could sleep in Heather's spare room in the nude. It wasn't as if anybody would see her! When she was dry, she wrapped the big towel around her, fastening it demurely under her arm and walked back into the living room, after checking that the towel really did cover her down to her upper thighs! Heather had seen a lot of her tonight, but now that they were back Barbara felt a bit coy, she didn't want to give her any more shocks! Heather had taken the cover off one of her sofas and was sprawled somewhat lazily across it, one delicate foot drooping over one of the arms making the creamy wrap material fall away to display a long, lithe leg. She was combing her hair as Barbara spoke. "Thanks for the use of the room Heather. I really wouldn't want to go out again at this time!" She smiled as she turned away for the bedroom, but her thoughts quickly turned back to the evening. It had suddenly struck her that she needed to find out more about her 'Caesar'. Clearly Catwoman and Catgirl were involved with this Richard in some strange way, but for the life of her she didn't see how. She also didn't see the expression in Heather's eyes as she gazed wistfully at Barbara's shapely behind, wrapped tightly in the white towelling as she tottered over to her bedroom before stripping the towel off, wriggling under the soft covers and falling quickly into a deep sleep. To Be Continued A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 03 ((Authors Note -- here's the third and final episode of my Batgirl Begins trilogy. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing about my favourite super-heroine. As with all such series, it's probably best to read episodes one and two first, but if you can't wait here's a very, very brief summary of events so far. Batgirl (Barbara Gordon) has just started out on solo patrols. With Batman's help she captures a dangerous criminal called Marco. Flushed with success she goes to Wayne Mansion to seduce her hero, but instead catches him in a steamy session with a raven haired woman she'd never seen before. Later she goes to a fancy-dress party with her close friend Heather who's leaving Gotham the next day. Their skimpy costumes attract a lot of attention, not least from Catgirl who catches Batgirl with her boyfriend, and then spends the later evening 'entertaining' Batgirl and Heather with her Kitten friends. When they've had their fill, the exhausted Batgirl and Heather are eventually released and go back to Heather's apartment to crash out for what's left of the night..................... I'm always keen to hear what people think about my writing -- good or bad (I'm thick skinned), so please use the Comments section to let me know your thoughts. I hope that this has set the scene for my previous Batgirl stories, and leads naturally into Batgirl's Dilemma (my first effort). I'm now going to turn my attention to a follow-up for Batgirl Vexed!)) Index: 1 - The Morning After 2 - More Morning After 3 - And Even More Morning After 4 - Catching Up 5 - A Sad Farewell 6 - Hanging Around 7 - And Bit Of Research 8 - A Risky Idea 9 - Lovers Reunited 10 - Lovers Un-Reunited 11 - Courtroom Capers 12 - Marco Says 'Thanks' 13 - A Shock on the Internet 14 - Catwoman Gets Her Man 15 - Batgirl to the Rescue 16 - Batgirl Racked for Ideas 17 - Batgirl Helps Catgirl Test Her Equipment 18 - Endings 1 - The Morning After It was a diabolical journey. She was bouncing uncontrollably around from one dark, gloomy place to another. Suddenly, fiery red flames would erupt around her as shadowy figures danced in and out of focus, shouting in her face, but hard as she tried she was deaf to any sound! Barbara Gordon was twisting and turning, trying desperately to escape but each turn and twist just dropped her deeper and deeper into this personal torment! To make matters worse, some of the figures started to take shape. In one moment she'd see an old flame laughing hysterically in her face, telling her how superficial she was, then there'd be Batman sternly telling Batgirl that she wasn't ready yet, then equally suddenly she was in a surrealistic parody of a barn, full of half animals. Dogs heads on sheep's bodies, a donkey was staring at her, but from a cow's body. It was obscene. She felt ready to scream, she was trapped, somehow unable to move again and then another face drifted into view. It was the horrible Marco, the bank robber that she and Batman had put away recently. His long, thin arms were reaching out for her, she had to get away! She twisted round yet again, and now she was being tormented by two more figures intertwined in the bright orange sky above her head. She screamed silently as they revolved in slow motion above her, Bruce Wayne and that raven haired slut she'd caught him with yesterday! His hips were thundering away between her splayed out legs. Her Bruce Wayne. Her Batman! Why had he done it to her?! It was all so, so confusing. Suddenly she was transported onto a maelstrom of light and noise! There was a slender blonde haired figure whirling frenetically in front of her on a dance floor. She looked familiar. Was that Heather, her girlfriend from the Library? But she was gloriously naked! Why? And then, before she could make sense of it, she was instantly transported to Imperial Rome. She could almost smell the sweaty bodies in the dust and heat as she was jostled by a large crowd up to a white stone building. A man dressed in an expensive gold trimmed, white toga with curly golden hair was speaking to the assembled throng from the top of a wide staircase. But, in the instant that she recognised Richard's beautiful face, it turned wary and then fearful as he looked up in horror. The skies had darkened instantly and two black-suited figures were arrowing down from the storm lit heavens to attack him! She desperately tried to make her way through the crowd to protect him, but she couldn't move! Then the evil black figures had switched their attention to her. She was transfixed as they grasped her, tearing away at her clothing, squawking angrily in her face. She still couldn't move, frozen in their power as the rough hands began to explore her body! It looked like the end for poor Batgirl!! But then, equally suddenly, all was peace and tranquility. The dark clouds quickly dissipated, the black figures retreated as fast as they'd come. Had they really been the infernal Catwoman and Catgirl? It didn't matter. All that Barbara wanted was escape. To retreat into the soft, warmth that had suddenly enveloped her. It was so incredibly blissful! Now she was floating on a layer of soft white clouds under a bright blue sky with the sun's rays enveloping her in their warm embrace. Where was she being taken? Did it matter? Of course not, she smiled secretly to herself. Yesterday, she'd suffered a horrible day of betrayal and erotic tormenting at the hands of that terrible Catgirl. It was time to relax, to drift, to heal, to feel her strong young body wallow in the exquisite sensations as finger tips drifted slowly across her chest until they were rising electrifyingly over the swell of her breast. Her brain was still struggling to make sense of her predicament, but she knew that her body had switched on. Then her brain finally caught up! 'Oh My God! Someone's touching me!!' 2 - More Morning After Barbara's eyes snapped open! The weird nightmare instantly banished from her brain as she concentrated totally on the fingers drifting lazily around her right breast, already triggering deep feelings that she just wasn't ready to deal with. While her eyes were open, the rest of her body was frozen and she'd quickly steadied her breathing. It was an exercise in self discipline that would have impressed her Batgirl alter-ego if she'd had chance to think about it. And now she knew where she was! In her friend Heathers spare bed. The friend who was going to leave Gotham later that day, going to leave Barbara for a life on the other side of the country. For a second Barbara experienced that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach at the impending loss of her closest friend and confidante. 'Don't go Heather' she thought miserably for a split second, for maybe the thousandth time! Then her mind switched back to her current predicament. What was going on? She was lying on her back, naked, covered by a single sheet. One leg was stretched down the length of the bed, the other splayed out sideways and crooked back from the knee so that her foot was resting gently against her other knee. Her top was twisted slightly sideways, her head nestled to one side in a soft pillow, one arm draped over her head. She realised immediately that she was facing the wrong way to see who or what was inflicting those delicious sensations on her breast. It seemed that the sheet wasn't doing a good job of covering her upper torso either! She lay there for a few more moments, wondering what to do. Then the wandering fingers had found the tip of her breast, softly feeling their way around her light brown sensitive areola skin before tentatively running up against her supercharged pink button. The tensions building inside her, waiting for that inevitable touch were exquisite, and when her aroused nipple was finally caressed she almost went into orbit! Her toes curled under the sheet as she tried hard to control her sudden arousal. Eventually she twisted her head a little and squinted back under her trailing arm, through the strands of light brown hair that had wafted across her face. Finally she could see her tormentor. To her immense relief and as she'd half expected, but couldn't quite believe, Heather was sitting on the bed next to her , leaning over slightly, eyes fixed on Barbara's pert bosom as her fingers now pushed on to torment her other exposed breast. Heather was wearing a thin looking cream nightie with a modest, lacy halter top. It dropped loosely over her breasts which left proud peaks standing out in the soft material as it flared down to settle over her shapely thighs. She was sitting with the main bedroom window behind her and the rays of the early morning sun shining through the thin cream curtains gave her a strange saintly halo and, disturbingly, highlighted her intriguing curves under the thin nightdress. Clearly Heather hadn't seen that Barbara was awake as she continued to let her fingers caress and set on fire Barbara's other breast. She was almost squirming with unexpected pleasure and couldn't decide how to deal with it. There'd never been anything physical between them before. In fact Barbara had never been with any woman before, and the fact that her body was responding so enthusiastically to Heather's touch was positively alarming! Had she suddenly become a lesbian?! Her mind was torn between many courses of action. The extremes were obvious. She could jump up in indignation and push Heather off her, or maybe she could just lie back and let the sweet excitement build even further. She knew what her body wanted, but her mind was doing its best to regain control. It's just that she didn't have a clue how to deal with this totally unexpected situation. Then the fingers were on the move! Barbara tensed her stomach muscles as she felt Heather easing the sheet further down her body, the demon fingers trailing a path downwards from her breasts, over her smooth abdomen and within an inch of Barbara's pert little pussy. Barbara knew that, with one leg splayed outwards, her prize possession was now totally exposed to Heather's gaze. And to her prying fingers! But instead of anger or indignation Barbara just felt her inner excitement increase even more! She felt that she shouldn't let this happen, but how she now craved it! So much that she simply couldn't resist. As the fingers began to delve into her bushy brown hairs, Barbara held her breath, willing them onwards to the part of her body that was suddenly crying out for their attention. They poised for an annoying minute at the top of her slit, before sliding down either side of the greasy lips. Barbara almost cried out in frustration! But then they met under her legs and Heather began to draw them slowly, tentatively, back upwards, allowing them to gradually dip deeper and deeper between the open labia folds before bumping up against Barbara's expectant clit. This time the avalanche of sensations that coursed through Barbara's body was impossible to contain. She gasped loudly and her hips quivered under her as Barbara finally lost control. 3 - And Even More Morning After Suddenly lots of things happened at once! The fingers instantly disappeared, and Batgirl heard a strangled voice whisper "Oh!" as Heather jumped back on the bed, setting it rocking under them. Barbara dragged her arm away and twisted her head towards Heather, blushing as she realised what she'd allowed to happen. Heather looked even more shocked! Her eyes wide open and hand up against her mouth as incoherent words tumbled out. "Oh my God ................. Barbara ..............Oh dear ........what am I doing ......." She paused to take breath. Barbara was still mute, her mind a turmoil of emotions. She'd enjoyed the touch so much, it was almost unreal. Could it still be the remnants of that drug that Catgirl had slipped into their drinks last night, or was she really into women? She shook her head slightly, mystified. Heather misinterpreted the movement. "I'm so, so, sorry Barbara! I really don't know what came over me. It was..... It was ......... watching Catgirl and those other women last night." She paused for a second and then rushed on, "It was so incredibly exciting! I couldn't get it out of my mind, and the thought of you sleeping next door .................in the nude .......... It was just too much ..... and you've got such a fantastic body ....... I, I ....... just had to come in and touch ................. Oh God" Barbara was torn. Her rational mind was shocked. This wasn't how she'd been brought up after all. But her emotional side was taking note of the increasingly strong signals from her body. It was telling her in no uncertain terms that it wanted Heathers delightful fingers back! She looked up into Heathers tormented eyes, her gaze drifting longingly down to those full, soft lips. They looked so incredibly kissable! So she did. She lifted her face up, silently keeping her eyes on Heather's, twisting slightly, their lips brushing lightly before Barbara gave out an animal like grunt from the back of her throat as her hand looped around Heather's head, pulling her hard onto her hungry lips. In an instant they'd embarked on a long sensuous embrace, hands raking through each other's hair as their pent up emotion took over completely! In the back of Barbara's mind was a bagging, primal question. She had to know! Was Heather also nude under the cream nightie? Even as their lips were working so hungrily against each other she felt Heather stiffen slightly as Barbara's hand found Heather's bare thigh and began to climb upwards under the soft material! She didn't resist, and when Barbara's fingers reached the top of Heather's legs and ran into the warm curly bush her question was answered. Heather 's low moan was so expressive that Barbara finally had to pull away to breathe again! They were both breathing hard now, but Barbara wasn't satisfied yet! She grabbed hold of the hem of Heather's nightie and dragged it urgently upwards, revealing first that delightfully blonde pussy and then her beautifully formed breasts. She paused for a moment to admire the breathtaking sight and Heather immediately took over, dragging the material higher, over her head, throwing it impatiently to one side. Then they sat staring at each other's naked bodies for long moments, almost afraid to touch again, to take the next irreversible step. Who would make the first move? "Come here Heather," instructed Barbara a little breathlessly, finding her voice at last, automatically taking charge, "I want you!" She reached out her arms and welcomed Heather's exciting soft body up against hers, their breasts rubbing electrifyingly together. Her rational brain had been overwhelmed! This time there was nothing tentative about the kiss. It was full-on sensual and so incredibly arousing. Barbara was so lost in the moment as their hands began to explore, each touch of Heather's firm body sending little shivers down her spine and when Heather's inquisitve fingers finally reached her breasts the shivers suddenly combined into mini earthquakes. Her nipples were alive again, begging for the sweet attention that Heather was happy to provide. It seemed to go on forever, and Barbara would have probably let it as she enjoyed the gradual increase in sexual tension that was spreading throughout her body. But now it was Heather's turn! She eventually pulled away from the clinch, eyes sparkling. "I want to kiss you now," she whispered hungrily, " .............alll over .............everywhere!" she added to drive home the point. She seemed to be waiting for Barbara to say something, but Barbara's eyes closed dreamily as she imagined what Heather's lips could do to her. "Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, almost to herself. Then she felt hands pushing her gently backwards onto the bed again and her eyes opened just in time to see her friend straddling her middle, knees either side of her waist. As she leant forward above Barbara, her beautiful breasts dangled invitingly close to Barbara's mouth. It took just a moment to raise her head a little and capture one of the nipples and subject it to a brisk flicking from her tongue. Heather gasped and sucked in air at the unexpected onslaught, but quickly settled forward to let Barbara's mouth finish assaulting her breast, before pulling it away and feeding the other one into Barbara's hungry lips. "Oh God Barbara! Fantastic.....fantastic .....fantastic!!" she gasped as her head drooped down and her bum lifted high into the air as she tried hard to deal with the sensations radiating out from her swollen nipples. Finally, with a big effort, she pulled away again, breathing even harder. "Naughty Barbara! It's supposed to be me that's doing the kissing. Remember!" With that she pulled Barbara's arms above her head and pushed them down onto the bed head, wrapping her fingers around the wooden frame, "Now leave them there Barbara -- I don't want any more interference!" Barbara was happy to oblige! She submissively let Heather's face drift over hers and shut her eyes as Heather's soft lips began to run across the smooth skin of her face, pausing briefly on her lips again and triggering another avalanche of sensual feelings before drifting down the side of her face and onto her neck, creating goose pimples on Barbara's skin as her sensual tongue worked its way around her ear before her teeth began to nibble gently at the lobe. Barbara's body was writhing under Heater as she moaned a heartfelt plea, "God Heather, get on with it ...... I can't stand much more!" But Heather wasn't for rushing and her lips only slowly drifted lower, over Barbara's upper chest setting off such an anticipation of what they'd do to her breasts that Barbara actually cried out when the tantalising lips began to explore the delicate mounds. Her fingers tightened on the bed-head above her head as Heather's tongue began to circle around the areolae of one of her nipples, deliberately teasing, deliberately stoking up Barbara's excitement to almost fever pitch as she waited for that next dramatic touch! Then she cried out again as the playful lips finally enveloped the erect little tower and Heather's strong tongue began to caress the supersensitive skin! Barbara's hips were writhing continuously under Heather now and she finally forced herself upwards, thrusting her pussy up against Heather's and making them both gasp as they ground together for a few moments before Barbara collapsed back down again as Heather repeated the treatment on her other breast. She was soaring so high now that the delightful feel of Heather's teeth nibbling at that nipple pushed her over the edge and her long drawn out sigh accompanied the mini avalanche of convulsions that radiated out from her hot pussy. Heather felt her friend give in to the orgasm and looked up in surprise. "Wow! That was quick! I must be better than I thought!!" Barbara was just basking in the aftershocks, still vaguely concerned that she was letting a woman do this to her but unable to control her response. The basking didn't last long though. Heather was on a mission, and her lips were soon busy tracing a zig-zag path down Barbara's taut stomach and they both knew exactly where that path ended! Barbara shuffled her hips again defensively, but Heather had eased her way down Barbara's supine body and pushed one of Barbara's legs out sideways, trapping it there as she placed a knee against it so that Barbara's pussy and sexual lips were completely open to Heather's excited attentions. Barbara's head was slowly thrashing from side to side as she attempted to stop the torture that she was going through, "No, no, no ......." she tried to shout but all that came out was a whispered "Yes, yes, yes .........!" A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 03 But once Heather's lips reached the small bush of light brown hair, she lifted her face a little letting her pert little nose drive a furrow downwards before pulling a way completely. Barbara waited impatiently for the longed for touch between her oily labia but it didn't come! She waited and waited and waited, the tension building to uncontrollable levels before, with a groan she lifted her head to stare down her body, between the twin orbs of her breasts with their erect, almost painful peaks to Heather's head which appeared to be examining her sex in minute detail! Heather had never been up so close to another woman's private place and she was drinking in the sight. She loved the beautiful way that the peach-like swollen labia skin had opened up to expose the inner skin surrounding Barbara's sensitive treasures. Those little points of light reflecting from minute drops of her juices, the little fleshy hood half covering her expectant clit, and the wriggly pink skin only partially guarding the entrance to Barbara's inner sanctum. It looked absolutely perfect! Barbara wasn't thinking along those lines though. "Jesus Heather," she gasped wearily, "Do something! I can't stand this any longer!!" Heather sighed as if she was dealing with an impatient child, but when she finally moved, it took Barbara completely by surprise. There was no warning. She simply dived down, locking her lips over Barbara's soft pink hole and driving her stiffened tongue in as hard and as far as possible! Barbara nearly took off! "Aaaaaaaargh!!" she gasped in shocked surprise and intense pleasure as she felt the tongue writhing about incredibly deeply inside her, striking hard against the sensitive inner walls of her vagina and, probably more by luck than judgement hitting that particular spot that sent her careering over the edge again. This time Heather had to hold on tight to Barbara's hips as the climax ripped through her friend's body. Heather gave another little whoop of joy "God Barbara, you're so easy. Two already and I haven't even touched your clit yet!" Barbara was sinking slowly down from her hot, orgasmic plane, wallowing in soft, floating emotions as she gradually recovered her senses. She was wondering if this could be a dream of some sort. Her, Barbara, with another woman! And feeling so incredibly excited! Then she felt the lips and tongue back on that molten area between her legs. This was no dream! That delightful tongue was busy again! It absolutely blitzed the area around her clit in a frenzy of activity. Licks, sucks and flicks assaulted her little button from every direction! Heather may have lacked in experience, but she more than made up for it in enthusiasm! Barbara arched her back, pushing her pussy hard back into those taunting lips, soaring higher and higher yet again as her clit took over, swamping her confused senses with an avalanche of sheer, burning pleasure. She was already 'high' after the last orgasm, and it took just minutes for Barbara to go careering over the edge, crying out with relief as her body was wracked by those sweet convulsions yet again. When her senses began to return this time it was different. Heather had slid back up her body and their legs were intertwined, their pussies still pressing softly against each other. Their heads were close together and they were both breathing hard. Heather's fingers were loosely running through Barbara's damp hair as she watched her friend gradually come round. Their eyes were locked together as they seemed to share their thoughts, almost by telepathy. Eventually, Heather smiled and spoke, "You like?!" Barbara shook her head slightly, almost in disbelief, "Like? Oh God Heather.......that was so, so, so good!" By now she'd recovered some strength and energy and suddenly she wrapped her arms around Heathers smooth warm body, rolling her under Barbara, and sucking in a deep breath as their pussies rubbed up firmly against each other again. Looking down on her friend with mischievous eyes she whispered huskily, "And now it's my turn!!" 4 - Catching Up When Catwoman strolled into the Kitten's playroom in her secret headquarters it was mid-morning. She stopped suddenly in the doorway as she surveyed the scene in front of her. It was a big room, surrounded almost continuously with soft, orange curtains and hanging carpets. There was a bar at one end next to a small stage with silver poles reaching up into the low ceiling. The strange thing was that there were no chairs or tables. The whole floor area was just covered by a variety of soft cushions, mostly reds, oranges and creams and of many different sizes. It was positively feline! It wasn't the decor that had caught Catwoman's attention though as she let her left hand slip down her slinky black costume to her waist to un-hook the evil looking bull-whip that she kept there. In the middle of a big pile of cushions in the centre of the room lay Catgirl and some of Catwoman's Kittens. The Kittens were Catwoman's 'henchgirls', beautiful young women trained to assist Catwoman in her various jewellery schemes, proficient in all the arts of persuading unsuspecting men to assist where necessary! It wasn't the Kittens presence though that had stopped Catwoman, after all it was their room. It was the fact that the four Kittens and Catgirl were all more or less naked, loosely joined together in a jigsaw puzzle of intertwined arms, legs and bodies. Their bosoms were rising and falling gently together, their eyes closed, fast asleep. There was hardly any sound, maybe just a gentle purring from the middle of the heap. That was what had stopped Catwoman in her tracks. They were all asleep! In the middle of the morning! A little smile developed in her stern features as she unhooked the whip and hefted it in her hand for a moment feeling the weight. Then she took aim and sent the tip swishing through the air to land squarely on an up-turned bottom. When it landed Catwoman heard the rather satisfying gunshot like sound, closely followed by a scream of surprise as the target, a cheeky Kitten called Trixie, jack-knifed into a sitting position in the middle of the group, sending arms and legs flying all around her. This triggered a general twisting and turning as the young women quickly shook the sleep off, extricated them-selves and turned towards Catwoman, instantly ready to pounce! When they saw who it was, they all relaxed back onto the cushions. Trixie was annoyed though, rubbing her sore bottom, "What was that for boss?!" "It's time you lazy lot were up!" Catwoman said forcefully, "I know that you were 'entertaining' Batgirl and Supergirl late last night, but we've got work to do today! Come on, get moving everybody." She was referring to the capture of Batgirl and Heather the previous night at the university dance and the 'entertainment' that they'd provided for the rest of the night -- and early morning! When Catgirl had finally found her pink thong among the cushions, she quickly dragged it on and stepped into her black and pink Catgirl costume. Catwoman came over and watched her casually zip it up the front and fasten it in place with the shiny pink cat broach at her throat. "You didn't finish with them 'till late then?" asked Catwoman. "No. We let them do the dance for a while, that was a great idea of yours about the nipple clamps by the way. I don't think either of them got much rest! Anyway, eventually we kind of lost interest and the girls started to get it together, and ..........well, you know." "Mmmm, I certainly do know," laughed Catwoman, "You're getting as bad as they are when they have fun. I'm not sure I approve!" As they headed towards the door, Catgirl glanced at the imposingly slim figure of Catwoman. She had a confident long stride, the features that were visible under the shiny black cowl tended to be stern, but Catgirl knew a softer side. This was the woman after all who'd been the nearest thing to a mother to her since she'd taken her off the streets. Catgirl cringed as she thought back to those dark days and swiftly switched her attention to the present. "You don't think you were a bit harsh on them do you?" "Nonsense Holly! As the boss, you have to impose yourself from time to time. Anyway, they know I don't mean any harm." Catgirl looked back as the Kittens finishing dressing, noting the pained look on Trixie's face as she felt her bottom again. She wondered if Trixie would agree with that statement! But Catwoman had reached the door now. "Come on Holly, we need to sort out what we're going to do about that young man of yours, Richard," she said as they headed into the bright corridor before turning and smiling, "I'm glad that you gave that Batgirl character such a tortuous time last night though. It's just what she deserved!" Catgirl's eyes narrowed. She didn't really understand her mentor. Surely that had just been some student in a ridiculously skimpy fancy dress? A student that had taken the unfortunate decision to make a play for Catgirl's boyfriend! 5 - A Sad Farewell 'Don't go Heather, please don't go! Stay with me!' It was the thought that was turning relentlessly around Barbara's mind as she sat beside Heather in the taxi. She just had to say it, surely. It was just a question of opening her mouth, and maybe her heart! But all she could do was purse her lips and stay miserably silent. She glanced across at her friend. She was dressed in casual gear for the long flight, easy sandals, long cream slacks and a loose cream cardigan covering a tight orange top. She too was silent, gazing out at the passing Gotham suburbs, her fixed expression giving no clue to her inner thoughts. Barbara couldn't believe the transformation! After the early morning excitement of their first intimacies together they'd spent the next couple of hours exploring each other's bodies in minute detail. They'd almost been in competition to find the best ways of pleasuring each other's erogenous zones. Barbara couldn't remember ever going through such an intense sexual experience with anyone. It had been absolutely, deliriously fantastic! And then it had ended. They'd reached a point of almost total sexual exhaustion, their sweat covered bodies wrapped limply together when Heather's alarm had gone off in the living room. She'd groaned, closed her eyes for a minute, lifted herself up on her elbows and announced in a weary voice that she'd have to get ready for the flight. Barbara couldn't believe it! Now, just after they'd 'found' themselves and she was still going to leave! It couldn't happen!! 'Don't go Heather, please don't go! Stay with me!' It was the moment when the words had started flashing through her brain. It was the moment when she'd first failed to open her mouth. It was the moment when it could have had most impact. And the moment had gone! Barbara had closed her eyes in exasperation. What a coward she could be! She'd just watched Heather disappear for a shower and to gather her final things in the small red suitcase that she was taking on the flight as hand-baggage. Most of her possessions had gone ahead, and Barbara had already agreed to tidy up and despatch the final few things lying around later. There'd been some desultory conversation for a while. It was polite, meaningless really. The sort of things that friends say when they're avoiding a bigger subject, and still Barbara hadn't been able to voice her feelings. Now the airport perimeter was in sight. Big modern warehouses lining either side of the road, and Barbara glanced across at Heather again, just in time to catch her looking in her direction. Suddenly it was all awkward! Heather smiled, opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She pursed her lips, shook her head sadly and switched her gaze back outside. 'Don't go Heather, please don't go! Stay with me!' A sizeable lump was growing in Barbara's throat as the taxi finally pulled up at the Departures drop-off point. Briefly, everyone was lively again, doors opening and slamming, Heather chattering about the sunny weather as she tipped the driver, extended the handle on her suitcase and beginning to drag it behind her through the big glass doors. They opened with an automatic swish and Barbara suddenly had to rush forward to get in behind Barbara before they swished back together again. Maybe she should have offered to pull her suitcase? As it was, Barbara was feeling like a spare part. She was dressed in her casual jeans and big red jumper. She felt shapeless and distinctly dowdy now that she was amidst the throngs of people that made up the Gotham international jet set! As they fought their way through the milling crowds, Heather was chattering away again. About the size of the place, the noise, the weather again, how much hotter her destination should be, how tight her orange top felt. Barbara couldn't get a word in edgeways! 'Don't go Heather, please don't go! Stay with me!' Then they were there, at the security barrier. The point where Heather could pass on to her new life and Barbara couldn't. There was a small crowd of people doing what people do when saying their goodbyes, hugging one another, patting each other on the back, kisses descending on cheeks or lips depending on age or ardour. Barbara had always thought of it as the sad 'goodbyes' crowd. And now it was her turn. Heather had pulled up, her chatter finally petering out as she checked all her documents. There was a tight smile painted on her drawn face as she turned to Barbara to thank her for all her help. Barbara could see tumultuous emotions flitting across Heather's watery eyes as she tried to widen her smile, but again the words wouldn't come out. Instead Heather leaned into Barbara, pulling her tight into her warm body, her face buried in Barbara's soft hair. They clung together, speechlessly, for long moments. A small old woman tugged at her equally old husband's blue cardigan. They were turning away after seeing off an old friend. "Look at them," she said tenderly, "isn't it sad when sisters are so close and have to part?" Heather finally dragged herself away with a subdued sob, "I'm really going to miss you Barbara," she muttered as she turned, eyes everywhere but on Barbara's. Then she straightened her back and strode up to the security desk. Barbara was having difficulty focussing herself as tears welled up in her own eyes. She seemed to be frozen in space and time. Come on Barbara she told herself, Batgirl's stronger than this! But the sight of Heather disappearing into the heart of the airport was really too much, especially when she turned, tried to smile and gave Barbara a final half-wave of farewell. Finally those words burst out. In a strangled voice that was far too quiet for Heather to hear, but with absolute emotional sincerity, as tears began to form little rivulets down Barbara's soft cheeks. "Don't go Heather, please don't go! Stay with me!" "Oh my!" said the old woman to her husband, "They must be so very, very close. I think that I might cry myself!" 6 - Hanging Around 'Cell Block H, Unit 43' - his 'new' home. It wasn't a happy home for Marco, especially as he was hanging around waiting for his latest attempt at a bail hearing due to be heard at the courthouse last thing that afternoon. In fact 'hanging around ' was all he could do after his cell-mate, long time arch enemy 'Tiny' Roderick, had literally hung him up on the end of the cell's major piece of furniture, the utilitarian steel bunk bed. When Marco had arrived in the prison nearly a week ago, 'Tiny' had taken this golden opportunity of making Marco's life hell with a steely determination. After all, family honour was at stake, and Marco was due to pay for the way that he'd treated 'Tiny's' family in the recent past. So there he was, the collar of his prison shirt hooked over one of the steel uprights, the neck of the shirt tight up against his thin neck, and his feet dangling about six inches off the ground. It made breathing difficult, but Marco accepted it. At least 'Tiny' wasn't adding to the list of bruises that were spreading all round his tortured body! In fact, 'Tiny' was lying happily on the bottom bunk reading from a pile of comics that had appeared miraculously in the cell, just giving Marco an occasional kick from time to time as if to keep his hand in. Getting those comics delivered looked like being one of the best investments in Marco's life! So there he was, dangling, with nothing much to do other than to seethe about his predicament. It clearly wasn't his fault. After all, if that stupid bank manager had only handed over the codes he wouldn't have been tempted to molest the young wife. And if he'd just gone out on the bank job, there was no way that those two damned crime fighters, Batman and Batgirl, would have caught him. He was annoyed at Batman, but he was really, really annoyed at Batgirl. Especially as he'd had her strung up, at his mercy before Batman had swept in to the rescue in that horrible barn. In the melee that followed it was Batgirl that had nearly broken his knee. It was still throbbing to remind him, and then she'd almost ripped off his balls while he was lying incapacitated on the floor. A doctor had later pronounced them to be 'severely bruised, but basically undamaged' but that wasn't the point. It was the indignity of it all. That purple female monster was going to pay for that! Oh yes indeed. He'd got plans. And he'd got very special plans for Batgirl. And it would happen soon...... very soon. He would have his hands on her again and this time Batman wouldn't be around to rescue her. He just had to be patient ................ for a little bit longer. "Ouch!!!" Tiny's foot had caught him squarely across his hips, just missing a more damaging impact by inches. Instantly he knew what had happened. As he'd begun to fantasise about what he'd do to Batgirl he'd made the mistake of wriggling in his artificial strait-jacket, and 'Tiny' didn't like to be distracted from his comics. Marco grimly settled back to his quiet 'dangling'. He could wait. It was only a matter of time. ------------------**----------------- Catwoman was on the phone when Catgirl knocked and entered her office. They were both in 'uniform'. She waved her younger colleague onto the plush sofa before finalising the call. Catgirl reflected that lots of people would be surprised that Catwoman actually had an office at all, but she'd had learned quickly that her mentor, despite her occasional dramatic moments, ran her operation on strict business lines. She wasn't such a successful jewel thief by chance! "Okay I agree. Timings not great but we should be able to handle it. I'll make sure that the girls are in place early and then I'll meet you in the van about fifteen minutes before it's all due to go off. Your people ready as well?" there was a slight pause as she listened, then smiled, "Fine, that's a date then. See you there." Catgirl had sat up as the call finished and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Just a little thing I'm helping a friend with later today," answered Catwoman as she got up and sat on the edge of her desk, one shapely black clad leg swinging like a pendulum. "So, you want me to help as well?" "No Catgirl, it's not necessary, I've got everything covered," Catwoman said before quickly continuing as she saw the disappointed look spread across Catgirl's young face, "and it's not because you're just starting out in this game. I actually want you to do something else for me." Catgirl's disappointment quickly dissipated as she leaned forward attentively to listen. "I want you to be at the courthouse later this afternoon. There's a gang boss called Marco up for a bail hearing. I just want you to attend and let me know what happens. You might as well go suited up as well. You never know, it might get you a bit of attention." A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 03 Catgirl wasn't overwhelmed with the task. It didn't sound too important, but she'd been with Catwoman long enough to know when to take orders. "Before that," Catwoman continued, "I've just got a few things to sort out with the Kittens and then there should be time to go over to the University and deal with that so-called friend of yours." Catgirl wasn't so sure about that, "I don't think that I want Richard hurt Catwoman." "Oh come on Catgirl, look how he treated you at the dance! Anyway, I've been speaking to his father and we've got a plan." With that she stood up. It clearly wasn't a subject she intended to negotiate on! 7 - And Bit Of Research Batgirl stopped her Bat-Bike on the country roadside as she headed towards the secret entrance to the Bat-Cave, staying astride the big monster and feeling the dull vibrations ripple around her body. The sun was shining in an almost cloudless sky, birds tweeted pleasantly in the background and a horse in a nearby field took a break from munching grass to stare hopefully at her. She didn't notice any of it. She was still dealing with a hole in her heart the size of an asteroid and she just needed a few minutes to gather her thoughts before entering and possibly meeting up with Batman or Robin. It had been one of the most traumatic moments she'd ever experienced as she'd watched Heather disappear out of her life at the airport. When she'd finally been able to turn away from the departure gate, an old lady had come up to her, touched her arm and asked tenderly if she was all right? It had been so kind, but there was no way that she could talk. She'd simply shaken her head and fled in tears from the bright, glass covered building. When she'd got back to the flat, she'd moped around for a while packing a few final things up before heading back to her own place where she'd sat herself down and, after a bit more moping, given herself a stern talking to! She was Batgirl after all and she needed to show some backbone. There really was no disguising the feeling of emptiness that had overcome her though. What she'd needed was a distraction. Then it had hit her! After the tantalising events of the previous evening with Catgirl and the Kittens, she'd decided that she needed to see Richard again. He'd swept her off her feet at the dance in more ways than one, but clearly he knew more about Catgirl, and Batgirl in turn wanted to know a lot, LOT more about Catgirl. She had every intention of paying back that little minx for all that Heather and her had gone through after the dance, and it looked like Richard was the way forward. Of course, she'd quickly convinced herself that finding Richard had nothing whatever to do with the warm tingly feelings that took over her pussy as she remembered what they'd got up to at the fancy dress ball. Snag was that she only knew his first name and that he was a post grad at the university. Which was why she was here. She put the bike in gear, revved up and released the clutch, feeling the rear wheel fight for grip on the dusty surface as she shot forward towards her destination. Within minutes she was inside, parking up her hot steed on its stand next to the sleek black shape of the Bat-Car. She looked around. No sign of Batman or Robin fortunately. The thought of Batman brought a frown across her lovely features. Was it really only yesterday when she'd come up to Wayne Mansion intent on seducing him, practically throwing her firm young body at him. Then the frown turned to anger as she recalled watching him cavorting in bed with that black haired bitch Selina Kyle, whoever the hell she was! That was another one that she'd got on her secret 'pay-back' list, but one thing at a time. She'd concentrate on the search for her 'Richard' first. She was a firm believer in giving vent to her emotions though and, as she passed Batman's Bat-Car, she reached down and twisted off the wing mirror, letting it drop to the floor so that the glass shattered. Now for the real purpose of her visit. She opened the door of the hi-tech computer room and slipped in. Gone were the days of massive computer cabinets, humming with restrained power and room size air-conditioning units. Inside the small brightly lit room were a row of consoles, some racking containing comms equipment and not much else! Batman held a secret advantage over just about the whole of Gotham. Because of his position, he, and Batgirl, had unrestricted access to every public computer system in the city, and with their IT skills, there were few private systems that they couldn't access when needed as well! She grabbed one of the mobile swivel chairs, settled her purple clad bottom into it and signed on. Within seconds she was in the University HR System. A quick search on the keyword 'Richard' had brought up a daunting list of over two hundred records, but when she'd fine-tuned the search with a birth date that excluded undergraduates, she had a more manageable twenty four. It took just a few more minutes of paging through them before she leaned back with a look of triumph, and maybe anticipation, on her face. Staring back at her from the screen was the blond, curly haired features of her 'Richard'. She noted the details before printing them off. 'Richard Elijah Dawson -- faculty of Chemical Engineering -- room 236 Senior Staff Accommodation block' There was a mobile number as well which she added as an afterthought, but there was no way that she was going to warn him that she was coming! She looked at the details again and laughed. 'Elijah'! She was going to have some fun with him over that! There was no time to waste. She was on a mission! She logged off, jumped out of the chair and strode quickly out of the room. Straight into Batman! It was only a gentle collision, but she'd dropped the paper containing Richard's university information. They were both taken by surprise. "Batman!" "Batgirl! What are you doing here?" She stooped to pick up the paper and to give herself a moment to collect her thoughts. Looking up at the imposing figure in the grey and black suit, she was immediately distracted by his broad muscular physique. It was like being back at school! Every time she saw him she felt a thrill run through her, terminating at that sensitive spot between her legs. Briefly she was pleased at the reaction, particularly after the morning session with Heather. Maybe she wasn't a lesbian after all! Then the vision of Selina Kyle resurfaced ............ and so did her anger. Batman was unusually hesitant for some reason. "Oh, I'm glad you're here Batgirl, Barbara I mean...... I errr, well I was wondering a bit about yesterday. You see, I errr had something on my mind at the meeting and .........." Batgirl was stumped. What the hell had happened to him, he was normally so clear and decisive. She narrowed her eyebrows as he stumbled on. "It's just that somebody mentioned that ...... well, I know you'll think it a bit ridiculous, but that ..... you might have a bit of a .........errrr, ....well ....." he almost gulped, as he finally spat it out, " ..... a bit of a 'thing' for me." Batgirl could feel her cheeks going hot and bright red, but she managed to avoid dissolving into a quivering jelly. Instead she flashed an instantaneous, heated reply. "Well, you certainly got that wrong didn't you,....you big lunk! And I know exactly what you had your mind on in the meeting!! Bloody Selina Kyle!!!" She managed to disguise the confusion in her face by spinning round, storming off and shouting over her shoulder "I hate you!" Batman was left standing open mouthed in shock. She'd just reached her bike when Robin also appeared from a side entrance. He ran up to her with a big smile across his face. "Hi Barbara, it's great to see you. I didn't expect to see you until this afternoon at the courtroom." His eyes quickly ran admiringly over her sleek purple suited form, every curve perfectly accentuated by the tight latex. Suddenly he switched his eyes over to Batman, hoping desperately that Batgirl hadn't seen the hunger in his eyes. "What time's Marco up Bruce?" Batman had finally closed his mouth and took a few steps towards them, blinking to get his brain in gear, "It's not till four o'clock, so plenty of time. You need to be there Barbara you know, we may get called." Batgirl grimaced. She'd forgotten about Marco's new bail appeal. Still, that was three hours away. Plenty of time to look up Richard. Robin had turned his attention back to Batgirl, "Hey Barbara, how did the 'Uni' dance go last night? I wish that I'd gone now. It sounds like it was a real riot! Did you see those two girls dressed up in the skimpy Supergirl and Batgirl gear making a spectacle of them-selves? They sounded like a right pair of slappers from what we heard!" Batgirl was about to explode when Robin innocently asked what fancy dress costume she'd gone in. She took a deep breath. "I .... WAS ... THAT .... SKIMPY..... BATGIRL!!" she said slowly, menacingly," ........ And if you call me a 'slapper' again I'm going to bury you!!" She didn't trust herself to say any more so she jumped on her bike, hit the starter and skidded the bike round, almost taking Batman with her as she roared away for the Cave exit. Batman and Robin were left gawping at each other, open mouthed in surprise. "That was Barbara last night?!" whispered Robin in amazement, and a little wonder as he visualised her in the skimpy bikini set that all the reports had dwelled on. 8 - A Risky Idea She parked the big bike behind the Accommodation Block, next to a shed so that it didn't attract too much attention. It was also next to a rear service entrance that she'd already identified as the best way in. She'd just reached the door when she had a thought. Richard only knew her as that 'skimpy' Batgirl from last night. Maybe the sight of the real thing would spook him? Now, she just happened to have their fancy dress costumes in the rear panniers on the Bat-Bike. They were due to go back to the suppliers later that day and Barbara had promised Heather to return them. She paused. She couldn't could she? Well, why not she thought as a quick thrill ran through her. It would certainly give him a surprise and suddenly she quite fancied wearing 'that' costume again. Maybe the drug from last night was still working? Who cares, she thought, as she tried the shed door and found it open. The shed was just a temporary storage area for chairs and other furniture. A few minutes later, her normal purple Batgirl suit lay crumpled up on a small metal chair, and she had just about slipped into the skimpy fancy-dress 'Batgirl' costume that had been such a hit the previous night. The minimal purple bra and briefs were wrapped tightly around her lissom figure. The rather gaudy cowl and ginger wig was in place and she was just pulling up the second bright yellow stocking and smoothing it over her upper thigh. She took hold of the long yellow suspender attached to the equally bright 'utility' cum suspender belt, and slipped it inside the purple triangle just covering her pussy. Her other hand quickly slipped inside the briefs from below and dragged the suspender through and down to meet the front of the stocking tops to which she deftly fastened it. Then she quickly stepped into the knee length black boots, pulled on the black arm gloves and stood back up. There was no mirror in the shed, but she knew exactly how sexy she looked with all that bare flesh on display. She looked at the plastic yellow cape, but decided against it on the basis that it looked a little 'tacky'. Somehow the suit was focussing her attention on Richard, her 'Caesar' from the dance last night, and an electric thrill seemed to run through her body. The last time they'd seen each other was on the balcony before that irritating Catgirl had interrupted them. As she remembered how she'd allowed him to take her in her sexually drugged state, the electric messages had started to focus on a very sensitive and increasingly damp spot between her legs. 'Oh come on Barbara!' she chided herself eventually, 'Business before pleasure!' She managed to negotiate the short trip up to his corridor almost unseen. There had been just one encounter from a distance as she'd entered the stair-well, and the loud wolf whistle that the young man had directed at her both pleased and irritated her! Still, now that she was outside his door, she almost had second thoughts. Could she really go through with this? Of course she could! This was her 'distraction' after losing Heather and she had to see it through. Anyway, Richard obviously knew more about Catgirl and she intended to find out what! The anti-climax of the long wait after she'd wrapped hard on the door was suddenly alarming. After all this, surely he wouldn't be out! She put her ear to the door and strained to hear. There were definite watery sort of sounds in the background and some awful music playing. Maybe he was in the shower? She looked up and down the deserted corridor. Well, she couldn't just stand around here could she? She looked more closely at the lock and smiled. It would be easy! Ten seconds later she eased the door open and poked her head round to scan the empty space. Inside she could clearly hear the shower and saw steam escaping from under a connecting door to her right. She quietly closed the door behind her and scanned the room. The biggest feature was the bed, which triggered a few more warm feelings. There was a desk and chair by the window, some wardrobes and a few college football posters scattered around the walls. It was very 'utilitarian', clearly a man's room. There was no sign of the water flow stopping so she wandered round, looking at some photos on a low wardrobe. She recognised the blonde locks of a younger Richard with an older couple. Probably his parents, and there was a separate photo of a raven haired young woman that triggered an immediate feeling of jealousy until she recognised the similarity in their features. A sister maybe? No pictures of Catgirl fortunately as, in her current mood, Batgirl would probably have trashed them! She'd also come to realise that the awful singing was not from a radio. It was coming from the bathroom, so it must have been 'her' Richard who was murdering a song that she actually quite liked. She pursed her lips as she made a mental note to put a stop to that in future! After a few minutes she'd finished examining the room. She considered opening the bathroom door and surprising him, even if it was only to stop the dreadful singing, but in the end she turned to the bed. The covers were pulled back to air leaving a bright white sheet staring back at her. She somehow managed to get her pussy back under control as she had a fleeting vision of the two of them making out on that sheet before sitting on the edge of the bed, crossing her stockinged legs and waiting, almost patiently, for the bathroom door to open. 9 - Lovers Reunited The sense of anticipation was driving Batgirl wild. The more she thought about last night and the more that she wanted to get her hands on him! It seemed to take an age before she heard the shower go off, then there was a period of intermittent 'rummaging' sounds, presumably as he dried himself. At least the singing had stopped! She seriously considered going in and giving him a hand, but in the end sat tight, suddenly overcome by doubts about what his reaction would be. 'Oh God,' she thought desperately, 'I'm just an emotional wreck at the moment. Should I be here?' Then she thought about Catgirl again and the steely determination returned. Finally it was too late as the door clicked and suddenly swung open. He was wearing a large white bath towel tied around his waist, while his right hand held up a smaller towel as her rubbed his hair dry. His bare chest, still a little damp and full of the most glorious muscles, was rising and falling seductively with the effort. Her throat suddenly dried as she took in his athletic frame and the likelihood that he was naked underneath. Suddenly she didn't know what to say, but that didn't matter as he stopped dead in the doorway. "What! ...........how did you?.......... Jesus, it's you again!! How did you get here? What happened to you?! Did Catgirl give you any ...................?!" he finally ran out of steam, dropped the small tower and strode over to her by the bed before Batgirl could react. "Thank God you're okay. I've been trying to find you all morning. Nobody knew anything about you! It's as if you appeared out of nowhere, and Catgirl of course was no help!! She'd better not have harmed you!" He looked her over, superficially checking her for damage it seemed, but Batgirl quickly noted how his gaze lingered on the bright yellow bat symbols that adorned the peaks of her bikini bra, and the 'v' of her purple briefs. She finally managed to open her mouth and decided to put on a brave face. "I'm fine Richard. Catgirl did give us a bit of a going over afterwards but nothing that I couldn't deal with." Now her hungry eyes were raking over him at close quarters, and inevitably pausing at the bulge that was developing in the towel around his waist, more or less in line of sight from her seated position, "And err....... how about you? You don't seem to have suffered any permanent damage." He grimaced as he told her that Catgirl had simply left him writhing on the balcony floor after she'd pulled Batgirl off him, harshly twisting his balls in the process. By the time that he'd recovered everyone had disappeared. "I'm really going to have to sort her out this time," he added harshly, "I wouldn't mind, but I split with her earlier. She had no right to take it out on you!" "Get in the queue Richard. I'm planning on taking that bitch down a peg or two myself!" Looking into her eyes, he smiled as he saw the anger and determination bubbling through. He sat down beside her on the bed and let the back of his hand brush against her cheek, "Mmmm, I bet you do too. I'm not sure that I'd want to cross you. Snag is that I don't know how to get hold of her. I've only got a mobile number and she's not answering!" Well, that answered one of Batgirl's unasked questions. So she asked him why he'd got involved with Catgirl and his response was cool to say the least. "I think that she was only ever interested in some research I'm helping my father with. When I wouldn't help, we had a big bust-up and, well, that was yesterday afternoon! God, so much has happened!" Batgirl wanted to ask more, but his hand had cupped under her chin and was easing her face towards his, "Anyway, sod Catgirl, I'd much rather know more about you. Like what's your name? You're so hot, absolutely fantastic, and I don't know anything about you!" Batgirl's mind was racing. As if she could say who she really was? This was getting so complicated! And the nearer her lips got to his, the quicker her emotions were taking charge. In the end she gave a little sigh as she gave in completely and leaned into him, their warm lips meeting in a tender kiss that quickly got more heated as his strong arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her into him. In a quick movement she dragged off the black gloves and her hands were around his neck, raking though his hair as she lost whatever semblance of control she'd started out with. Now her only objective was to feel him moving inside her again, just like last night! After their tongues had spent long minutes playing with each other and their hands had roamed sensuously around their upper bodies, he pulled back. They were both breathing heavily. He looked straight into her eyes, "Jesus Batgirl, or whoever you are, I'm not going to be able to control myself much longer. Do you really want this?" A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 03 Did she?! You bet! She nodded urgently and let out a gasp as he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back onto the white sheet. He fumbled briefly with her black boots before dragging them off and letting his eyes run hungrily up her yellow stockings to the white flesh trapped between the stocking tops and her purple bikini briefs. He swallowed and Batgirl knew exactly what he was thinking about. So was she! She swallowed too in anticipation as she felt his hand running up the inside of her calves, past her knee and up her thighs heading ever nearer to a part of her body that was absolutely on fire. Her legs opened a little automatically to welcome him. Then the tantalising fingers left her as he dropped down onto the bed beside her, rocking them sideways with his weight. She watched helplessly as his hands slipped underneath her to unfasten the bra clasp. She knew that she was whimpering in anticipation, but she couldn't stop it. Then the bra was free and his hands had run back round on the inside, pushing up the cups and sliding his strong palms around her taut breasts. Now the whimper turned to a gasp of delight as she felt his fingers search for and find her nipples, setting off a shower of electric impulses that swept delightfully into her brain. She shut her eyes and wriggled under the blissful torture and he watched her in delight for a few moments before bending forward and replacing one set of fingers with his lips, sucking hard against the erect nipple, letting his tongue work backwards and forwards against the sensitive flesh, feeling her tense up under him as her gasps changed into cries of pleasure. Batgirl was already feeling so aroused that she wanted no more fore-play, she was just desperate to feel him in her. With a final surge of self-control that surprised even her, she grabbed his head and lifted it away from her tortured breast. She was staring hungrily, wantonly into his surprised face when she gasped out the urgent words, "Now, now, now Richard, I need you in me. Please!!" He didn't take much encouraging as he nodded, rolling Batgirl fully onto the bed and almost at the same time, looping his fingers into the waistband of her briefs before dragging them down, over her thighs and off her feet. Her curly brown pussy was bared to his gaze as he admired it for a second, drinking in the sight of her open sexual lips below, oily in anticipation of what was to come. A little subdued grunt escaped his throat. Batgirl wasn't to be outdone! As he'd stopped to admire her beautiful semi-naked body, she'd reached out to his waist, grabbed at the big white towel and pulled it undone, releasing his fully erect cock which sprung to attention as it escaped. Now they were both frozen in admiration. She'd not seen his marvellous member in the dark last night, but now! Now it looked so incredibly big and sturdy, her pussy immediately letting her know how much it wanted to get acquainted again! The moment quickly passed and he almost jumped back onto the bed, pulling her legs wider apart as he knelt between them. He was staring unashamedly at the pink slit between her legs, so ready for him that it was almost crying out for attention. For a moment Batgirl's tortured mind wondered if he was going to prolong the agony by kissing her there as well, but with a sigh of relief she felt him lean over her, his arms resting by her side as his lips found hers again. The kiss was wonderful, but Batgirl's whole attention, her whole being, was focussed on that little strip of skin between her legs as she waited on tenterhooks for him to enter her. She could feel the bed sway a she positioned himself and then she sighed deeply from the back of her throat as she felt the tip of his cock run up against her radiant slit and begin to slowly nose between the sensitised lips. She dragged her lips away from his, "Mmmmmmm, yes, yes now ... ohhhhhhhhh!" In one swift motion he responded, sinking his glorious member deeper and deeper into her welcoming vagina, until Batgirl felt sure that it had filled her completely! He paused then for a moment before twisting from side to side for a second as he settled between her legs. The motion had sent his cock exploring every part of her little cavern which radiating hot signals of approval as he rubbed hard up against her sensitive inner skin. Her hips automatically thrust back at him to grab every inch of his giant erection as her muscles tightened around it in the most intimate act of possession. "Oh, Jesus," he gasped as he felt her vagina gripping him, "you're so wonderfully tight!" Immediately he began pumping back and forth between her legs in long, regular strokes. Her legs had automatically lifted and wrapped themselves around his body, her ankles crossing and locking him into her. She was suddenly floating dreamily again as her body responded, gradually lifting her higher and higher, taking over her thoughts until only one desire remained. She was quickly approaching that blissfully familiar point at which all those sweet tensions would explode and take her on that now incredibly familiar journey. Vaguely she wondered if she was getting addicted to sex somehow, but any such thoughts were blown away when Richard suddenly picked up speed! The long, slow motions that had quickly transported her to such an incredible state of arousal were suddenly replaced by short quick penetrations that started to send sweet vibrations from their colliding bodies straight onto her expectant clit. It was like being hit by a hot hurricane! Within seconds she felt her body tighten and tighten under the onslaught as she reached her climax, her hips lifted and a long moan escaped her lips as the deep orgasm rippled through her. She saw stars, she felt stars, and suddenly she was a star as her whole body gave way to those longed for, deep convulsions! As if from a distance she felt him pause, then, with a triumphant manly grunt, drive his giant cock hard into her for one last time as his arms tightened around her chest, his own release sending his welcomed warm stream surging around her vagina. It was absolutely electrifying. She was in heaven again! Then, strangely, she dimly heard a familiar, very un-heavenly voice shouting at her. "Bat-Bug! How dare you! You, ...........you, ........... God, but you'll pay for this this time!!" 10 - Lovers Un-Reunited Batgirl still couldn't understand how Catgirl had got into her dream. She felt so good, why had SHE appeared all of a sudden?! Then, nearer suddenly, she heard another voice that was also starting to get too familiar, "Well, well, Catgirl, would you believe it? You've got to admire Batgirl for her stupidity haven't you?!" Now, above her, Richard was starting to pay attention too, "What the?! Who ......?" Catwoman was like lightning though, quick to take any advantage offered, "Quick Catgirl, grab the sheet on the other side and roll them towards me!" Richard wasn't really helping much, pretty much a dead weight on top of Batgirl, "What the?! Is that you Catgirl.....?", but he was starting to lever himself up. The adrenalin was also starting to affect Batgirl now and she came down from her high like a broken lift. She was starting to squirm under Richard as she saw the two black suited figures grabbing the sheet at each side of the bed, then everything went upside down! Catgirl had pulled up the sheet at the same time as Catwoman had released it at the other side, and as Catgirl lifted it higher, over the post-copulating pair, the taut sheet rolled Barbara and Richard's interlocked bodies over putting Barbara briefly on top as Catwoman draped the other side of the sheet over them before heaving them back over a couple of times again. The end result was that Batgirl was lying on top of Richard, but they were tightly held together by the wrapped sheet. They both struggled hard, but it was like being in a strange strait-jacket, and in the end they had to give up, breathing hard, as the struggling had actually tightened the material around them Richard wasn't happy, "Catgirl!! Is that you? Get me out of here you bitch before I really lose my temper!" Batgirl had a feeling that that wasn't going to work, but she was shocked to hear Catwoman's icy voice. "Right Catgirl, help me pull him out and then we can dispose of Batgirl!" That didn't sound too good and to make matters worse she felt strong, gloved hands feeling around by her feet. Then Richard was suddenly sliding away underneath her as the hands grabbed his feet and pulled hard. "Hey!" he gasped. "Right, that's fastened his ankles," said Catwoman to Catgirl, "Get ready with the cuffs when his wrists come out!" Then Richard was gone, his smooth muscular body sliding out from between Batgirl's legs and into open air. Suddenly Batgirl could feel some wriggle room! Now that Richard had gone the tension on the sheet had reduced leaving some free space to manoeuvre in! This was her chance! Unfortunately, Catwoman seemed to have noticed as well. "Quick Catgirl!" she shouted, and before Batgirl could twist away a big weight landed on her back forcing the breathe out of her as she felt Catgirl straddle her, pinning her down again. Damn, too slow! All that she could do was listen in increasing disbelief as she heard the three of them talking outside of her sheet covered trap. It started with Richard swearing loudly and cursing Catwoman in no uncertain terms. Batgirl guessed that he must be fastened to the bed in some way given the way it rocked under her as he struggled against his bonds. "Okay Richard, that's enough of that," started Catwoman sternly, "We're only here because your father asked us to pick you up!" "What do you mean you black bitch? My father wouldn't want anything to do with you!" "Well, I'm afraid that's where you're wrong dumbkin! I've just been speaking to him and he's arranged for a private plane to take you over to his research facility at Navagro Plains. Strangely enough he doesn't seem to want you screwing with Batgirl every time you meet. And neither do we!" she added ferociously, "Poor Catgirl's positively heartbroken aren't you love?" Now that Catgirl was astride of Batgirl's waist she'd let her hands trace out the shape of Batgirl's upturned bum, and without warning she'd brought down the flat of her hand hard on one sensitive cheek, "Exactly!" she hissed at the same time, before repeating the treatment with a chuckle. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!Ouch!" gasped Batgirl. "Oh stop it Catgirl! Leave her alone!" complained Richard hoarsely, "look, let me go, I'll call Dad. He can't possibly mean me to go there. It's the other side of the country!" "Afraid so stud," continued Catwoman, "Flight's due to leave in an hour so we'd best get moving." This brought about another bout of cursing and struggling which stopped suddenly accompanied by a slight thudding sound and then silence, "Oh well, I did warn him didn't I Catgirl? Come on let's get rid of Batgirl and then we can get on!" Batgirl wasn't so keen on the terms being used here. 'Dispose of' and 'Get rid of' didn't sound too healthy. "Look, there's no need to be hasty," she tried, her voice muffled by the sheets, "I'm sure that we can come to some arrangement." "Yes we can," came the response with an evil sounding laugh, "and we'll be doing the arranging!" Batgirl suddenly had a brainwave. After all, she wasn't in her full Batgirl costume. In fact she wasn't in much of a costume at all she reflected uncomfortably. Maybe they didn't really know who she was? Catgirl hadn't last night after all! "Look, I don't know who you think I am, but I'm just a student having a good time with Richard. Why don't you just let us go. We're no harm to you." Well, it had to be worth a go. "Ouch!!! Stop that!" Catgirl had hit her really hard across both bottom cheeks this time. "You don't fool us anymore Batgirl! Catwoman's been having you followed. I can't believe that you've had the nerve to try this on, especially after I was so nice to you last night! But you're going to regret it this time. I assure you of that!" 'Mmmm, that hadn't gone so good at all', thought Batgirl in frustration. Now what? Then everything went haywire again as Catgirl jumped off her back and she was suddenly rolled backward and forward again until she was tightly wound up in the sheet like a living Christmas cracker. Then she felt herself being lofted upwards until her stomach was bent over something quite hard. As she was bounced up and down a couple of times she realised that she had been draped over Catwoman's shoulder, her feet down one side, her arms dangling down from the other. Catwoman may have been slim, but she was definitely strong. She'd been testing the weight. "Right Catgirl, you get the doors while I bring along this fatty! You really ought to consider losing a bit of weight Batgirl. Does Batman know that you're a budding roly-poly? He really ought to have you training harder ........... I may mention it to him. And don't even think about making a scene, we've still got Richard tied up back there don't forget!" Batgirl couldn't believe it. 'Fatty!' She was speechless with anger. She was seething so much at the description of her finely tuned, lithe body that she forgot to shout out anyway. Catwoman was clearly in a hurry, and the way that Batgirl was bouncing around on her shoulder made it hard to follow whatever route she was being taken on. At least the bouncing around was concentrating Batgirl's mind too. 'Dispose of' and 'Get rid of' were phrases that were whirring around her brain as she desperately tried to think of a way out. Then, after much twisting and turning and creaking doors something changed. In her white cocoon, batgirl noticed that it had got a little lighter, her nose twitched as fresh, cool air wafted its way into her prison. They must be outside! She could hear muffled voices in the distance and she gave a start when some ducks began squawking close by. Maybe this was the time to shout? But there was still Richard, could she risk it? It was dilemma. She had to do something though! She was about to let out a piercing scream when something stopped her. It was Catwoman. She'd stopped and was talking to Catgirl again. "OK Catgirl, this will do nicely, help me down with her. We don't want to damage her just yet do we?!" They both laughed. Batgirl didn't. After she'd been manipulated off Catwoman's shoulder, she felt herself being lowered onto something hard but smooth. She was horizontal on the ground, her arms trapped in the sheets above her head. She began to wriggle hard, but still couldn't get free. She felt Catwoman and Catgirl fiddling around with the sheets along the length of her body and then she froze as she heard Catwoman shouting. "Hey guys! Come over here and take a look at this!!" What! Then her word really did turn upside down and suddenly she was spinning along the hard surface. She suddenly realised that Catwoman and Catgirl had pulled up one edge of the sheet sharply upwards and she was rolling out of it like some Arabian princess from a carpet. As the realisation hit her, she was suddenly blinded as she came clear and hit the sunshine. She was still spinning, still disorientated, she had a fleeting view of smooth wooden slats disappearing past her face. She caught her shoulder on something hard and then she was flying! For just a few seconds anyway, and then something cold and very wet enveloped her. She heard the splash just as the horrible water forced itself into her mouth and nose. Within seconds instinct took over and she was fighting in the water, coughing and spluttering. Relieved to find it shallow enough to get her feet down, she managed to stand as she used her hands to clear water and some horrible feeling slimy weeds from her face. Her eyes gradually cleared and focussed as her breathing steadied a bit. In an instant she knew where she was. It was the small boating lake in the university campus gardens. She'd been tipped in off one of the boating jetties, where the black suited figures of Catwoman and Catgirl were both pointing at her, creased up with laughter. A small crowd of mostly men had gathered around them and were laughing and pointing too. Many were staring wide eyed. Then Batgirl realised why. She was standing, more or less naked, in the water about ten yards away from the jetty. The water was lapping mid way up her thighs, just below the yellow stocking tops. Her beautiful little brown haired bush looked a bit bedraggled, but distinctly perky and the water was still dripping rather erotically from the tips of her bare, erect nipples. To the onlookers she looked like a beautiful comic book mermaid. Wow, what a figure! She squealed in embarrassment as the realisation of what Catwoman had done to her hit her. She staggered back a few paces and then squatted down in the water to hide her pussy while she desperately dragged down the bikini top that had wrapped itself around her neck, sighing with relief when she was able to slip her breasts into the triangles of material again. There was a collective groan from the increasing crowd as those beautiful orbs disappeared from sight. "I suppose you think this is funny!" she fumed at Catgirl. "Yeah, seems pretty funny to most of us here BatBug. What do you think guys? Want to see some more?" she gestured round to the growing crowd and got a cheer of approval. Batgirl watched grimly as Catgirl bent down and picked up something purple from the jetty floor. It was her bikini bottoms, jettisoned earlier in the bed. She waved them around her head for a few seconds. "Ok, BatBug, here you are. Catch!!" as she threw them hard, spinning in a flat arc above Batgirl's head. Instinctively, Batgirl had launched herself upwards in a vain attempt to snag them as they flew over her head, but she missed them by yards as they disappeared onwards, deeper into the lake. With a sinking feeling, as soon as she heard the cheer, she knew that she'd played into Catgirl's hands again as her leap into the air had brought her private little pussy back on general display once more! With a curse of frustration as she splashed back down, she span round and began a quick crawl in the direction of her missing costume item, fortunately floating still in the distance, and ignoring the further cheers as her bare bottom twisted and turned in the water in front of 'her' audience! By the time that she'd retrieved the bikini briefs, done some water born gymnastics to climb back in them and swum back to jetty there was no sign of her two protagonists. Getting back onto the jetty wasn't easy either. There was no shortage of hands being held out offering help, but there were so many people on the small wooden platform, it wasn't easy to see how to get on. Everyone was shouting and laughing. It felt like some surreal festival. In other circumstances, being 'festival queen' would have been ok. She'd never been so popular! But just now she needed to get after Catgirl again. In the end she took hold of one of the stronger looking arms and levered herself up, forcing her way into the edge of the throng, bodies pressing close up to one another. Everyone tried to talk to her at once, and she was feeling flustered and embarrassed. After all, she'd just been parading naked in front of a lot of them! She was just about to mumble some words of thanks when her eyes widened. Someone had put a hand on her bottom and was starting to caress it! It was too much!! Her elbow pumped back hard into a soft a gut which collapsed backwards and with a muted wail, one of the students flew off the edge of the jetty to hit the water with a bigger splash than Batgirl had caused. There was a collective gasp around her and, magically, a way opened up off the jetty and Batgirl was off at a run. A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 03 11 - Courtroom Capers Batgirl parked up her bike in her official spot besides the big, imposing public building that was the Gotham Law Courts. Set back in a large square of its own, the big sandstone edifice was surrounded by hundreds of roman columns and tall, intricate windows. It was three stories high and perched on top sat a dome-like clock tower with a statue of Justice looking down onto the flights of stone stairs leading up the ornate, first floor entrance. Late afternoon, but still quite bright and the big old building reflected the sun's rays warmly. Batgirl, relieved to be back in her conservative full-piece purple costume quickly scaled the big flight of stairs. She was running a few minutes late for Marco's bail appeal, but at least she'd got here! It had been tight, but by the time that she'd got back to Richard's room at the University, it had been deserted. No sign of Catwoman, Catgirl, or Richard! A quick check had found his wardrobe ransacked, and his briefcase and laptop missing. So they really had spirited him away from under her eyes?! Unbelievable! And she was left with the gut-wrenching knowledge that she'd now managed to lose two lovers within the space of half a day! It really wasn't very encouraging!! Still, it was amazing what a quick shower to remove the smell of the lake and the ducks could do, and now that she was back in her 'official' Batgirl gear her confidence, never far below the surface, had quickly returned. It was helped in no small measure by the admiring glances and friendly comments as she passed small groups of people waiting on the steps and as she reached the doorway, the duty police officer stood smartly to attention and saluted! She couldn't hide the girlish smile of pleasure that spread across her face like a newly opening flower. Her hand tentatively touched her forehead in a rather limp response and she chided herself, and Batman, for not having learnt to return a salute properly yet! Inside there were even more people milling around the entrance hall and open marble staircase. Lots of court staff, lawyers and solicitors each taken up with cases of one sort or another, hopelessly mixed up with law enforcement officers of various types and then, probably the biggest group of all, the press! As soon as Batgirl entered and took in the grand, ornately marbled hall, it was a like a signal to the latter group as they turned en-masse and swamped her with microphones, cameras and thousands of questions. 'Will Marco get bail?' 'Will you say anything to him?' 'Did you really assault him?' 'Where's Batman?' Batgirl waved them all away. The attention was nice, but distinctly overwhelming! 'And where is Batman?' she wondered suddenly, agreeing with the last question as she scanned the crowds before spotting a court official waving at her from the top of the internal staircase. As she started to push her way forward, she had to sidestep a workman dressed in painter's dungarees and carrying big paint cans. She'd noticed a few other men working on top of small scaffolds around the hallway when she came in, restricting movements around them. 'Fine time to be re-decorating' she sighed as she finally got through the crowd on the stairs and the harassed looking official took her by the arm and guided her to a nearby door. This led to a small flight of stairs and finally onto another, much smaller corridor and finally to a non-descript redwood door which the official pushed open after knocking and urged Batgirl in. "Ah Batgirl, about time!" said Batman sternly, "we've had to delay the start five minutes already!" Batgirl was about to make a caustic reply when she realised that the room also contained Robin and the silver haired Police Commissioner Gordon, her real-life father. Even though her Batgirl persona was unknown to him, she still felt strangely uncomfortable about swearing in front of her father, so she clamped her mouth tight shut! The Commissioner smiled a warm, silent 'Hello' at her and the frown broke as she smiled back lovingly at him. Batman was so big that he dominated the small room, and Batgirl had to elbow him none too gently aside so that she could ease her way to the front. It was like a balcony box at the opera as she looked down, but in this case the stage was replaced by a large, old-fashioned courtroom. It was packed out there, but somehow or other they'd got the bests seats in the place! "Where've you been?!" Batman continued irritatingly. "Oh, shut up Batman. I had some 'things' to deal with that's all. Anyway 'he' hasn't arrived yet has he?!" That seemed to be the signal for a side door to open and the hubbub to suddenly die away as a jailor appeared closely followed by the tall, gangly figure of Marco and an armed police officer. They took him straight to the big table where the defence lawyers sat, unlocked his shackles and sat down behind him. Batgirl looked at him closely. His cocky swagger was back, but it didn't need great eyesight to see the collection of bruises dotted around his face, or the limp that he'd carried into the room. "Wow," whispered Batgirl quietly, looking strangely impressed, "he looks in a worse state than when I finished with him earlier in the week!" Batman was looking quite pleased with himself as he agreed, "I know Batgirl. He does look a bit worn doesn't he? I arranged for him to share a cell with an old 'friend' of his at the penitentiary. Looks like they still don't get on!" It took Batgirl by surprise when he put both hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. There was something incredibly tender mixed in with a whole bunch of other emotions that she couldn't fathom as he continued harshly, " .....but I haven't forgotten the way that he man-handled you at the barn. He had it coming!!" Batgirl turned a surprised expression in Batman's direction and she felt a little weak at the knees suddenly. She was impressed. She hadn't thought that revenge of that sort was really his style! Commissioner Gordon coughed out loud, a little unhappy at the way the conversation was going. "Hey guys!" interrupted Robin suddenly, pointing down into the public seating areas, "what's that?!" Batman turned to follow his gaze and, for a moment thought that Catwoman had invaded the courtroom. But the figure in the slinky costume sitting near the back of the room was shorter, with a slightly fuller a figure. The woman's black costume was smooth, but not as shiny as Catwoman's, and included lots of pink flashes. Batman's eyes narrowed. He'd never seen her before. But then a sudden movement at his side distracted him. "Batgirl! What are you doing?!" Batgirl's eyes were riveted on the suited figure. "Catgirl!" she gasped to herself as she jumped up onto the railing of their box, scanning urgently below her for a way down. Then she was gone, leaping down onto a row of oak desks, sending court officials spinning as she sprinted towards the public seating. Batgirl had lost her temper big time when she'd seen Catgirl watching her. The gall of the woman! Calmly sitting down in 'her' courtroom like she owned the place! And after what she'd just done to her! If she got hold of her...........! Catgirl didn't seem too bothered. She calmly waited for Batgirl to hit the crowds milling about between them, then stood up and slipped out of the doorway. Batgirl shouted and cussed to clear people out of the way, but by the time she got through the door, Catgirl was at the head of the marble staircase, head down and sprinting. With a roar of annoyance, Batgirl set off in pursuit, briefly catching the eye of one of the decorators as she dived underneath some scaffolding and vaulted the staircase banister. For a second something about the ginger hair piled under the workman's hat registered in the back of her brain but it was immediately set to one side as she raced after her prey. When she broke out of the front doors, the bright light outside hit her and she squinted for a moment before taking in the scene around her. The police 'guard' on the door was just starting to pick himself up off the floor and the crowds on the stone staircase had parted down the middle pointing Batgirl's gaze straight to the figure of Catgirl pausing and looking back as she reached the road. Traffic was heavy and Batgirl snarled out a triumphant shout as she sprinted down the steps. Catgirl was trapped! No she wasn't. Batgirl had to watch in amazement as her prey laughed at her, turned and with amazing agility spun, sprinted, vaulted and picked her way between cars, trucks and vans amid a cacophony of loud horns. It didn't seem possible that she could make it across four lanes of traffic unscathed. But she did. And to top it all she turned and given Batgirl a cheery wave as she screeched to a halt by the same roadside. No way was she going to lose her now though! Batgirl took a deep breath before ploughing across the road herself. Fortunately, Catgirl's antics had slowed the traffic considerably and Batgirl made the other side with only a few minor scares. She looked both ways and spotted her nemesis on a street corner about twenty yards away. She was just going to give chase again when she was distracted by the sound of four dull explosions behind her. She looked back at the courthouse in surprise as she saw big clouds of smoke begin to billow up out of the first floor windows. The crowds on the stairs were starting to part as people backed away from the building and, simultaneously, a large grey van pulled up opposite the entrance. Just then the Courthouse doors burst open and Batgirl watched helplessly, frozen by the shock of it, as a group of the decorators burst out and began to run for the van. The van doors swung open and two figures in black boiler suits and ski masks jumped out. They were incongruously different. One was tall and slim, the other was short and dumpy looking, but Batgirl's shocked eyes had picked up something else to focus on in the middle of the group of 'decorators' as the little crowd reached the van and piled in. Surely that couldn't have been Marco being bundled along in the middle of them? Her muscles were finally reacting and she was on the verge of dashing back across the road when something else froze her. The Courthouse doors had burst open again and two familiar figures were streaking towards the van. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was Batman and Robin. She relaxed slightly as the caped crusaders rapidly approached the two boiler suited figures who, strangely, were making no attempt to escape. Then the unimaginable happened! As Batman was almost upon them the short, dumpy figure raised its arms and pointed two guns at the approaching retribution. Then the guns fired. No warning, no hesitation and instantly Batman and Robin had slumped to the floor, rolling to a stop at the fat figures feet. Batgirl gasped in shock and horror. A kind of collective wail went up around her as everyone who had stopped to watch took in the enormity of what they'd seen. It looked to Batgirl as though the two figures were arguing for a moment, but then they picked up Batman's inert body between them and threw it into the back of the van before jumping in behind. By now Batgirl was racing across the road, but she knew that it was too late! The van had roared off into the distance when she reached the other side and bent down next to the gaily coloured pile of clothes that was Robin, fearing the worst as tears streamed down her face. 12 - Marco Says 'Thanks' Marco had just thrown his coffee at the wall. The light brown mug had shattered and the hot liquid spread like dark blood over the bricked up wall. "I don't care about Batman! It was Batgirl that I paid for -- and you promised me!! He was furious. Jumping up from the plain wooden chair, still in his prison fatigues, and kicked it to one side. "I paid you for her Zynn!!" he repeated heatedly staring hard at the object of his ire. The short dumpy figure sitting on the other side of the plain wooden table was unabashed. She had long, straggly dark hair that tumbled down her back, and over her dominatrix uniform. The black corset was tied tightly down her back, forcing her rotund figure to squeeze into the confined space of the shiny black material. Her boobs spilled out of the top in an abundant display of cleavage which lifted up and down suggestively as her breathing deepened in annoyance. "Marco, you ungrateful sod! You paid me to spring you from jail and I said that I might .... MIGHT! ... get hold of Batgirl at the same time. She wasn't there you idiot. I can't do the impossible! And if you don't calm down right now I might just reacquaint you with those cuffs that you've just got out of!!" She looked sideways and appealed to the tall, black figure leaning against the door, "What do you say Catwoman?" Marco switched his attention to the sinister figure as she eased herself off the doorway and stood tall. Her shiny black suit seemed to be moulded to her slim figure, her breasts jutting out suggestively in their armoured cups, her black cowl neatly fitting over a narrow face and her steel blue eyes staring impassively back at him. He took an involuntary step backwards as he watched Catwoman's hand drift ominously down to the coiled bull-whip attached to her waist. She didn't have to say anything to exude menace. "Okay, okay," he gasped, hands up in defence, "I give in!" Catwoman still took a step forward as she released the whip from its clasp. "And??" Marco swallowed hard, his eyes desperately searching round the small underground room for a way out, before he suddenly realised what she wanted. "Errrrr 'Thanks Zynn'," he mumbled through pursed lips, "... thanks for getting me out." There was a loud 'click', as the whip snapped back into place on her hip. "There you are Marco, you miserable piece of humanity, that wasn't so hard was it? Come on Zynn, let's go and see Batman." Catwoman paused at the door and turned to Marco with a delicious smile spreading across her face, "I wonder what Batgirl's up to now? Maybe she's coming after you anyway!?" 13 - A Shock on the Internet Batgirl had just entered Commissioner Gordon's office. It was late in the evening, but Police Headquarters was still fully staffed. Officers had come in from leave. No stone was being left unturned in the search for Marco! Batgirl noted with concern that her father's hair seemed to have gone even greyer. He looked up from his desk miserably as she walked in. "Still no news Batgirl I'm afraid. They seem to have vanished into thin air!" She tried a smile but she couldn't really disguise how worried she felt herself. The Commissioner noticed immediately, as he would. "Why don't you go and get some rest Batgirl, you've been out on the streets for hours. We've got men scouring the city. We'll soon turn them up! And maybe you should take him with you as well" he gestured sideways to a small desk where Robin was crouched over piles of police reports, "he'll be going cross-eyed!" Batgirl walked over to the table and ran her hand through Robin's mop of curly black hair. He'd been bugging her recently, but all was forgiven now! When she'd bent down beside his motionless body on the pavement earlier she'd felt like she'd been shot herself. The hole that had appeared in her heart was big enough for any bullet. Then, miraculously, as she'd cradled his head in her arms, he'd twitched a little and groaned. It was then that she'd spotted the two snub nosed hand guns on the floor a few yards away. The bright yellow handles almost gave them away, but it was the thin, tenuous strands of shiny wire running across the ground that sent a wave of relief through her. Tasers! So Robin had just received a 50,000 volt shock, not a dose of lead! She laughed out loud in relief, much to the dismay of the small crowd that had gathered round them! And it meant something else as well. Batman had been captured and abducted. They had to find him quickly! "It was my fault Batgirl," he said miserable, looking up from the pile of papers. "Don't be silly Robin," she responded, rubbing his hair tenderly again."You couldn't stop them after taking that electric jolt." She turned his face up towards hers and smiled at him, "Come on, let's go to the canteen and get something to eat..." he looked like he was going to protest, " ....... or else I'm going to take you to the hospital. You should probably have a check-up anyway!" Batgirl couldn't believe it. Suddenly she was acting like his mother! "Ok Batgirl," he finally said, rising wearily to his feet, ".....but I'm sure there's something in these reports that will help us find him. I'll get straight back onto them later!" Batgirl smiled across at the Commissioner, looped her arm around Robin's slim waist and guided him towards the door, "Don't worry Robin. We'll see Batman again soon. I just know it!" They were interrupted as the land-line on the Commissioner's desk began to ring urgently. Batgirl paused as her father picked it up. A quick frown spread across his face as he turned to the computer terminal set to one side of the desk. "Hang on Batgirl, you'd better see this," he said as he tapped in some keys on the browser, "Oh dear!" With a bound, Batgirl and Robin were at her father's side staring at the screen. She opened her mouth silently as she stared at the web-site. It was dark and grey, a series of torture rooms merged together with chains and other forms of restraint. Semi-naked women stared back enticingly. The title, in blood red was, "Madame Zynn's Rooms of Correction!" and was surrounded by the usual advertisements and 'Enter Here if you Dare' options. What had caught all their attentions though was the flashing yellow message across the middle of the screen. "LADIES -- SPECIAL OFFER FROM MADAME ZYNN - JOIN THE AUCTION FOR AN HOUR WITH BATMAN (and his big ......!!)" "Oh no!" gasped Batgirl as she grabbed the mouse and clicked onto the link. A smaller window opened immediately showing a grainy video. It was a small dark dungeon room with cold, stone grey walls and flames rising from torches attached to the wall. In centre stage stood a familiar figure with his wrists locked into shackles at either side of his face. The uniform was clearly that of Batman. His black boots were shackled to the base of the wall a couple of feet apart below him and a dark black hood covered his head. Even in the dim light they could easily see his big chest cage struggling against his bonds, muscles rippling under his suit but what had really caught their attention was below the level of his utility belt. "Oh Batman!" gasped Batgirl at last. Kneeling in front of him was a woman with long blonde hair cascading down her back. She had smooth, tanned skin and a shapely figure. They could tell that because she was naked, with the exception of a leather neck band studded with silver spikes. Her hands were on Batmans bare hips. 'Where were his pants?' wondered Batgirl helplessly as she watched the back of the woman's head bobbing back and forth between Batman's open legs in front of the camera. She was evidently well in the process of getting her money's worth! "My God!" said Robin at last. "How awful! We've got to rescue him before he succumbs!" Batgirl was looking at the image more closely and the way that his body was reacting to the woman's mouth and lips. "I think we may be a bit late for that!" she said grimly before a flash of annoyance whipped through her, "He really has no self control does he!!" But suddenly an idea was taking shape in the back of her mind. Maybe there was a way to find him after all. 14 - Catwoman Gets Her Man In Madame Zynn's changing rooms, Catwoman was lounging in a soft leather chair as she watched her 'partner' prepare the next 'winner' of the Batman auction. Catwoman thought that Zynn looked a bit over the top squeezed into her black corset, her miniscule black thong stretched tightly around her wide hips and stockings that were pulled up her thick thighs by industrial strength suspenders. On her feet she wore a pair of long knee length black leather boots with silver, four inch heels A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 03 The woman had just finished stripping off her outer clothes as Madame Zynn circled her, pushing and prodding her with a short leather whip. She had short auburn hair hanging round a delicate, thin face, her eyes glued to the ground in true submissive response as Zynn trailed the tip of the whip around the cups of her lacy, peach bra. She looked mid-thirties to Catwoman but her well manicured hands and the fact that she was a 'winner' showed that she was obviously not short of money. Not that that meant better treatment from Madame Zynn! "Right, off with the bra and panties and kneel. You know how I want you!" she instructed the woman harshly. Catwoman watched in admiration as the woman reached behind her and slipped out of the bra. Her breasts were a good size, firm and taut, with small brown rings surrounding the pink buttons of her nipples. When she'd dropped down her matching peach panties the small pubic bush that sprang into view looked as good as the rest of her, the dark red colour a perfect match for her hair. Immediately she bent down to kneel in front of Madame Zynn, dropping down on her hands to emphasize her submissiveness and giving Catwoman a beautiful view of her upturned bottom. Madame Zynn took hold of a leather lead from a table. At one end was a collar, surrounding by silver steel spikes. She wrapped it round the woman's neck, fastening it in place at the back and walked around her victim as she took the tension in the lead, pulling at the woman's head. Then Catwoman watched in surprise as Zynn placed one of her booted feet onto the small of the woman's back making her flinch underneath her. "Ready now bitch?" hissed Madame Zynn as she slowly drew her boot backward down her spine until the tip of her silver stiletto heel disappeared between the bare white cheeks of the woman's bottom. The woman gasped as Zynn let the heel drop lower into the soft skin between her legs. Catwoman saw her muscles tense at the contact, but her voice was calm when she replied. "Of course Madame, please do what you will with me." Catwoman smiled to herself as she admired Zynn's approach. Sometimes it would be good if her Kitten's were quite this compliant t as this! "Right, change-over time," said Zynn as she removed her heal from between her victims legs, "come along bitch and claim your prize!" as she pulled the woman towards the door, making her crawl along behind her, "You coming Catwoman? I see that you've got your 'play' suit on today. I wonder what you could be after?!" she laughed. Catwoman looked down at the many strategically placed silver zips covering her shiny black suit. "Oh you never know what might happen in this sort of place," purred Catwoman in response," I just need to make a call though. I'll catch you up." When she was alone, she pulled a mobile out of her belt and pressed a button. "Catgirl? I think that I might need you at Zynn's place. I have a feeling that Batgirl might be about to make an appearance, and I think that Zynn's ready for her," she listened for a moment to the response before replying, "..........yes, yes, I know that wasn't the plan, but we need to be ready .... and yes," Catwoman sighed, "you can bring that 'thing' with you. I'm sure that Batgirl will love to help you with it!" When she walked into the main Dungeon room she saw that Zynn had already been busy. The previous submissive was a dark haired, rather podgy woman. She had been shoved unceremoniously to one side, her lead attached to a ring in the wall. She had a dreamy expression on her face and was licking her lips. Catwoman could see why. Batman was still chained up against the wall, but his lower midrift was bare, and the new auburn haired submissive was eyeing his spectacular looking erection hungrily as Zynn led her up to him. "Right, he's all yours bitch, but remember it's mouth only!" "Oh God, not again!" gasped Batman into the black hood as he felt the woman's lips begin to slide along his erect member. Zynne whispered into Catwoman's ear that she needed to go and prepare a welcome for Batgirl, Catwoman smiled as she whispered back that she'd look after Batman. Zynn gave her a quizical look as she turned and led out the dark haired woman. Catwoman watched the way that the woman was tracing the bulging veins in Batman's stiff cock with her tongue, making him gasp. She saw his big muscles tensing in response as the woman worked her way up and down. Catwoman was impressed. She was very, very good! "Please," Batman gasped eventually, "you don't need to do this. Let me go. Maybe we can come to some arrangement." The woman's response was to open her mouth wide and to slide her lips over the tip of his sensitive glans. Batman sucked in hair, "You bitch, stop that!" Catwoman smiled as she walked over and spoke at last. "Now, now Batman, the lady's paid handsomely for you. The least you can do is to be civil." Batman's head span round under the hood, "Catwoman, Selina! Is that you? Get me out of here!" Catwoman was standing next to him now and she lifted the hood enough so that she could run her lips up his neck and across his mouth, "Mmmmm Batman, you do taste good. But I really don't see how I can let you go. You're Madame Zynn's property now." "Don't be so difficult Selina. You do what you want! We all know that. Now, come on, unshackle me." He paused to wince, "And get that woman off me!" Catwoman looked down to see that the woman had somehow managed to get all of Batman's impressive length down her throat and was starting to work on it energetically. "Okay, I suppose we can do something about that," she responded as she reached down to ease the woman's head backwards, releasing his glistening cock again. The woman looked up at Catwoman questioningly. Catwoman was looking at Batman's erection again. It certainly was impressive. "Well, it seems a shame to let that go to waste," she murmured to herself as she let her finger trail along it's length, prompting it to stand up even higher. "What are you doing Selina?" snapped Batman as he heard the sounds of zips unzipping. The submissive was still on her knees and her brown eyes widened as she watch Catwoman removing parts of her lower costume to expose her pert black pubic bush and the pink slit below. Catwoman pointed between her legs and the woman nodded as she shuffled forward and fixed her lips over Catwoman's glistening labia. Then as the woman's lips and tongue got to work between Catwoman's legs, she sighed into Batman's ear as she felt her arousal deepen. That woman really was very , very good! "Oh God Batman, that's so, so good!" "What is?!" "Mmmm, you've absolutely no idea Batman......Oh God, there, yes, there ..... again!" For the next few minutes, Catwoman writhed and clung on to Batman's shoulders as the woman began a serious onslaught on Catwoman's clit. Batman was mystified, but could tell from Catwoman's moaning that she was being treated to something. "Come on Selina. Time and place you know. Let's just get out of here ... aaaaaargh!" Catwoman had grasped is cock hard as she felt herself nearing a climax. But she didn't want it that way and she was strong willed enough to push the woman away from her sopping pussy. Then she turned to face Batman , grasping his cock again and inched herself up until the tip was nosing up against her bare pink lips. "Mmmmmmmm, now then Batman, do your stuff!" she gasped into his ear as she fed the thick, sensitive glans end between her waiting inner lips, letting him slide slowly into her warmth until, magically, she was impaled. She felt the muscles in her bottom tighten as she captured his full length. "Catwoman, No!!" was all Batman could say in shock as her lips met his and she began to work her tongue between his lips, her hips starting to gyrate as she worked his mighty erection around inside her, triggering showers of sweet feelings from between her legs. It was instinctive he supposed, but almost immediately he felt his hips starting to thrust hard into Catwoman's compliant flesh, making her whimper as his cock drove up and down like a machine inside her. He was annoyed as well as aroused, and he didn't hold back as Catwoman literally bounced up and down on the end of his rock like member. Within seconds she'd come. Her cry of fulfilment echoed round the room as she clung on to Batman, wallowing in the release as the convulsions rippled around her body. The submissive was not to be outdone though. As Catwoman was still quivering above her, she forced her head between Catwoman's splayed legs and sucked Batman's balls into her mouth. The unexpected capture drove Batman's hips forward one last and mighty time, lifting an almost senseless Catwoman off her feet as his engorged cock finally exploded inside her, filling her with his hot seed. 15 - Batgirl to the Rescue Batgirl was creeping slowly along the dimly lit corridor, her head scanning carefully from side to side, ears attuned to every little noise in the disused warehouse around her. There were many broken windows and the wind was whistling eerily through the gaps, She was beginning to wonder if it had been a good idea. Back in the Commissioner's Office she'd had a brainwave, but maybe she should really have shared it instead of going off on her own like this? Oh well, she thought warily, so far so good anyway! It had been simple enough. Later, when she was alone, she'd noted the number on the screen and rung it! She'd entered the 'auction' in her civilian guise, Barbara Gordon, and the whole thing had gone off so incredibly smoothly! By tapping into Bruce Wayne's almost inexhaustible money supply, she'd won her time slot for early the next morning and been given her instructions. She'd boarded a taxi as Barbara and told the driver, as instructed, to head out towards the airport. She'd put her Batgirl uniform in a small travel-bag so that she could change later. At a set of traffic lights, a big black SUV with dark tinted windows had pulled up alongside and she'd had the feeling that she was being watched closely. She'd avoided the temptation to smile back cheekily and kept her eyes on the road ahead. Within a few minutes she'd been called on her mobile and been given 'final' instructions. When they'd pulled up at the dark, deserted warehouse it was early morning and pitch black all round. The taxi driver had been reluctant to let her get out in such a grim neighbourhood, but Batgirl had insisted. As soon as his tail-lights had disappeared, she'd found a hidden corner, grabbed her bag and transformed quickly into Batgirl. It really was a spooky, deserted area, but the feel of the tight, purple costume gripping her body had built up her confidence and she was soon scouring the big empty spaces inside. The musty spelling old building appeared to be deserted though. That had been fifteen minutes ago and still there was no sign of anybody, but, as she continued warily down the corridor, she couldn't throw the feeling that she was being watched. She stopped and whipped sharply round as she heard a scurrying sound behind her, just in time to see a tail disappearing into a hole in the wall. 'That does it' she thought as she willed her heart to calm down, 'I'm calling for back-up!' But as her hand closed around the communicator at her waist, she heard another sound above her head and looked up, just in time to see the big cargo net falling over her and wrapping itself round her writhing body! The weight of the rope had dragged her to her knees as she struggled to free herself. Then she heard footsteps. "Well, how nice of you to drop in to Madame Zynn's place Batgirl," snapped a voice behind her, "we've so much been looking forward to your arrival!" Then there was a hissing sound and Batgirl tried to stop breathing, but it was too late as the sweet smelling gas wended its way up her nose and she pitched forward unconscious onto the floor! -------**---------- Batgirl started to open her eye a fraction and then clamped it tightly shut again. The influx of light from directly above her had amplified what had been a dull ache at the back of her head into something more like a migraine! She sucked in air and attempted to clear her head. She tried to move, but her arms were fixed above her head somewhere and her ankles wouldn't budge either. She was lying on her back, spread-eagled, on something hard. This didn't feel good. It was definitely time to look round! The bright, naked light-bulb was still hanging above her, bathing her in its bright tlight. By twisting her head, she could see that she was in a small basement room, the bare bricks showing their age, white with mildew. Attached to the walls were various metal rings, and in one corner, a pair of metal shackles dangled down from a rusty hook in the low ceiling. Stretching her head up up to look down her body, Batgirl was relieved to see the twin peaks of her purple costume covering her bosom and she could feel the reassuring weight of her black boots and gloves even though her hands and feet were tied, and stretched above and below her. Well at least she still had her costume on! As she strained to look round further though she was horrified to see that she was attached to a medieval wooden rack! 'Uh uh, maybe I really should have told Robin where I was going!' she thought to herself angrily as she realised just how vulnerable she was. Just then her mental admonishments were interrupted as an old wooden door creaked open behind her. 16 - Batgirl Racked for Ideas "What the hell are you?!" gasped Batgirl in disdain as Madame Zynn flounced into the room. The appearance of the strange woman in her black dominatrix gear would have made Batgirl laugh in any other circumstances. But the small, podgy figure that seemed to be almost permanently on the point of bursting out of her black leather corset was not impressed by anything that Batgirl had to say. "Oh very funny Batgirl!" she said sarcastically, "and not necessarily the brightest approach from someone in your position I'd have said!" At that she brought her hand out from behind her back and waved the biggest pair of scissors Batgirl had ever seen in front of her captive's face. Batgirl swallowed, immediately regretting her outburst," What are they for?" Batgirl quickly twisted her face away as Zynn let the cold steel of the scissors rub slowly across her bare cheek. "Well Batgirl," she said nastily, "Here you are, captured in a dungeon, tied helplessly to a rack, video cameras at the ready," she pointed up to the ceiling behind Batgirls head, "and only one thing not quite right wouldn't you say?" Batgirl held her breath, a sinking feeling spreading across her stomach. Zynn had seen the realisation dawn in Batgirl's eyes, "Exactly you cheeky purple bitch, I'm going to cut off that damn costume of yours so that the customers get a proper view of that perky little body you've been hiding away!" Batgirl was struggling hard at her bindings as she saw the scissors descend towards her neck, and then the door suddenly swung open again, stopping Zynn in her tracks. "Catgirl!" she said in surprise, "What're you doing here? Catwoman said that you weren't involved in this operation!" Batgirl's hopes had risen for a moment, but as soon as she heard that Catwoman was involved they dropped again. She looked at Catgirl on her sleek black and pink gear, wondering if any salvation lay there, but any flickering hopes were soon shattered. Catgirl had brought in small cardboard box that she set down in one corner before turning to the rack. "Good job I did come by the look of it Madame Zynn. You'll never get through Batgirl's armoured suit with those things! Here let me show you how to release it." Batgirl gasped in surprise. How could Catgirl possibly know the secret fastening mechanism on her suit?! But evidently she did! Her devilish fingers went straight to the back of her neck, under her cape fastening and then with a deft flick she'd released the secret catch and was drawing the hidden zipper downwards. "Lift up a bit Batgirl" she said conversationally as her hand swept down Batgirl's back, opening up the purple material right down to the base of her spine. It took Catgirl about a second to unlock the fastening to her yellow utility belt and that was despatched straight onto the floor as she took hold of one of Batgirl's wrists. "Right Zynn, help me with this. We'll need to undo her fastenings so that we can pull the suit off!" This had to be her moment! As the fastening s were loosened on her wrist, Batgirl struggled so ferociously that she bruised her bare back on the hard wooden slats but Catgirl and Zynn were strong enough to hold onto her as they took turns in peeling Batgirl's costume away, first from each arm and then from each leg. Her bright yellow cape had already joined her belt on the floor and when they'd finished, Catgirl dropped the limp purple suit onto the dusty floor beside them. They stood back and surveyed their handiwork. Batgirl's chest was heaving up and down after her exertions, her bare breasts standing proudly, nipples dancing around in the bright light. She still had on her cowl, flowing red wig, black gloves and boots, but apart from a thin pair of black panties she was naked. It was so incredibly frustrating. She'd had her chance, failed, and now she was spread-eagled again with practically nothing on. She could almost hear the sighs of satisfaction from her imagined audience. Zynn had read her mind, "Not just yet Batgirl. The cameras won't come on until Marco's finished with you!" Any feeling of relief at the news about the cameras was dwarfed by the feeling of dread at the mention of Marco. Batgirl squeezed her eyes shut in horror at the implications so she didn't see Catgirl turn quickly towards Madame Zynn. "What's 'Marco' got to do with this Zynn?" she didn't sound happy. Zynne wasn't looking at Catgirl though as she stepped towards Batgirl and slipped the scissors under the waistband of the black panties. With two quick snips she'd released the elastic sides which she grabbed in her podgy hand and pulled dramatically upwards, making Batgirl suck in air as the delicate material was dragged up through the sensitive slit of her pussy. Finally Zynn turned to Catgirl whose eyes were suddenly fixed onto Batgirl's pubic mound, the tidy light brown triangle of pubic hair sitting neatly between her long muscular legs. "Marco's paid for her Catgirl, so Marco gets her! It's just a bit of business. Nothing to do with you!" Then she stormed out. Catgirl pursed her lips, but spent a few more moments admiring Batgirl's naked form. Stretched out on the rack as she was, she looked so incredibly erotic! Her proportions were just right, her breasts perky but not too big, her toned muscles stretched tight by the rack and glistening a little as Batgirl sweated, her delicate little pussy thrust high into the hair. The black gloves and boots just seemed to highlight her nakedness. She was absolutely breathtaking! Catgirl stepped forward and let her finger trace its way around one of Batgirl's taut breasts, playing briefly with the nipple as it stiffened in response. "Mmmmm Batgirl," she murmured to herself," you could be in a bit of trouble here." Batgirl was getting desperate, "Look Catgirl, I know we haven't exactly got on up to now, but untie me. Please. Marco's an animal. You know what he'll do to me!" Catgirl thought about it and seemed to make up her mind, turning away, "I'll go find Catwoman." "What! No! Catgirl, you've got to let me go ...... now!...........Catgirl!!!!" But Batgirl was screaming into a void. Catgirl had disappeared through the open door! Batgirl was still breathing hard a few minutes later. She'd been struggling in vain against her bonds yet again when she heard footsteps and voices. She stopped, frozen in dread anticipation. Oh why hadn't she told anyone where she'd gone?! She'd thought that she could handle the rescue herself. Impress Batman. Now it looked like she would pay the price of her vanity, big time! A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Begins 03 "Oh what a fantastic sight! Fucking awesome!!" Batgirl had recognised the sinister voice behind her instantly. She gritted her teeth and swallowed hard as Marco appeared from behind her with Madame Zynn. He was still wearing the prison fatigues after his escape, his short dark hair was dishevelled and normally Batgirl would have been pleased to see his face disfigured by the extensive bruising. But not now, not with his eyes alight with an almost maniacal excitement! "Right Marco, you've got half an hour...... and I don't want her damaged! ..........Well, not too much anyway. If I can't use her afterwards, I'm going to take it out on you Marco. You understand!!" Marco didn't appear to be listening. Batgirl watched in horror as drool slid out of the corner of his mouth, then he responded slowly in a high pitched voice as he took hold of Batgirl's cheeks and dragged her face round towards his. "Oh, but she's going to be damaged all right Zynn. I've been looking forward to this moment ever since the Barn!" he looked directly into Batgirl's eyes, leering at her, "I'm going to make you wish you'd never been born Batgirl. You're going to wish you'd given me a wide, wide berth before I've finished with you!" Batgirl cried out in surprise as his thin hands wrapped themselves around her tender breasts and he squeezed hard, "And that's just for starters!" Batgirl was horrified to see that Zynn had left the room and she was alone at the mercy of this monster. She shuddered as his hands finally left her sore breast and began to drag off his clothes. "Catgirl!!!!" she screamed. "Nobody's coming to help you, you miserable fucker," he snapped as he dragged off his pants, "I've not forgotten what you did to my balls in the barn, they still hurt, but this is going to teach you to be more respectful!" He was looking down at the mighty erection that was swinging between his legs. Batgirl grimaced and closed her eyes. This couldn't be happening. Not to her. She was one of the good guys!! The rack creaked as Marco climbed aboard and knelt between Batgirl's splayed out legs. At first she couldn't look, but her eyes eventually sprung open again and a gasp escaped her lips as Marco leaned forward and took one of her breasts in his mouth, biting hard! "I want to see you looking at me!" he snapped harshly, "I'm going to push this in so far it's going to come out of your mouth!" as he shuffled up and Batgirl felt the horrifying nudge of the end of his rampant cock pushing up against her open labia lips. She couldn't help it. She had to close her eyes in fearful disgust as she felt him nosing deeper, ready to strike straight into her innermost sanctum. Unbelievable! At the mercy of a thug like Marco and not a thing she could do to stop him. She automatically tensed her muscles, hoping forlornly that her vagina would somehow fend him off. Then she cried out in horror as he lunged forward! She couldn't believe it! Somehow the dunk-head had missed! He collapsed forward onto her chest, knocking the wind out of her as his big cock slid harmlessly down between her legs! Relief flooded through her as the adrenalin subsided. What could possibly have happened? She opened her eyes, almost fearfully in case he had just been teasing her. Was he still ready to pounce? But his head was still on her chest, cradled between her naked breasts, his eyes were open but unfocussed, and a trickle of blood ran down one cheek. Batgirl grimaced and looked beyond at the shape hovering over them. There was no mistaking the distinctive black and pink costume of Catgirl, hefting a large block of wood in her hand. "Well, just in the nick of time wouldn't you say," she grinned as she rolled Marco off Batgirl to fall unceremoniously onto the floor with a soft thud. Batgirl was sucking in deep breaths of air as she watched Catgirl drag the naked, limp form of Marco over to one of the walls and cuff his hands onto one of the metal rings. "A 'thank you' wouldn't go amiss Batgirl!" she added chirpily. 17 - Batgirl Helps Catgirl Test Her Equipment After that near miss, Batgirl would have thanked Satan himself! She shook her head in wonder. This was the woman after all who'd put her through so much sexual torture only the previous night, and here she was rescuing her. It was amazing! "Thanks Catgirl, really........I, I .......don't know what to say. He was just about to .............," she grimaced as she looked at the slumped form of Marco, "Is he .......did you .......?" "Oh he's not dead Batgirl, I didn't hit him that hard........or maybe you wish that I did?!" Marco confirmed the diagnosis by groaning. "I'd not lose any sleep over his demise!" snapped Batgirl heatedly as her pussy reminded her of the feel of his cock pushing up against it, "He's evil! Anyway, thanks again Catgirl, you can untie me now." "Errr no ......... I don't think so." "What! Why not?" Catgirl looked down at Batgirl and smiled sweetly, "Well now Batgirl, does the word 'Richard' ring any bells? You don't seriously think that I've forgotten about that bit of treachery do you? And anyway, I didn't come over here to rescue you from that madman. I've got something else that I want to try out on you!" She looked down at Batgirl's breasts, rising and falling with her heavy breathing and spotted the angry bite mark around her left nipple, "However, I do take exception to other people damaging my property!" she snapped a she whirled round to the groaning Marco and placed a well aimed kick between his legs. As his scream echoed round the room, Catgirl turned back, "There, that should teach him to treat ladies properly .... even you Bat-Bug!" Batgirl watched warily as Catgirl picked up her cardboard box and emptied out the contents onto the rack between Batgirl's outstretched legs. She had to strain her head upwards to see between her breasts, but her spirits sank as she recognised, amongst the pile, a large black dildo strap-on. Her pussy ignored her brain though and began to tingle pleasantly. It looked like it was going to get some action after all! "Oh, come on Catgirl, there's no need for this. I've been stretched out on this infernal rack for ages. Let me go. And anyway," Batgirl added as an afterthought, "it was you that drugged me and Heather last night!" As usual it was the wrong thing to say as Catgirl glared back at her, "That's no reason for you to drop your pants as soon as you see a man with two legs and a large dick. Especially MY man!!" Catgirl seemed to take a deep breath as she picked up the black strap-on and floated it in front of Batgirl's eyes, "Anyway, at least you'll be able to give me first hand feedback about my new creation. I told you last night that I was going to try it out on the 'real' Batgirl. And here you are!" Batgirl's eyes were following the long black dildo with a mixture of concern and interest. The surface seemed to be dull, a sort of soft sheen, unlike many of the bright gaudy examples she'd seen before. It was a respectable size, at least seven inches long and thick enough to catch her pussy's attention without being anything too excessive. Batgirl breathed a sigh of relief. If the worse came to the worse, she ought to be able to handle that alright, surely. She'd also noted black straps and the smaller, secondary dildo attached to the base at an angle. It was about four or five inched long, of the same material and clearly aimed at stimulating the wearer. Evidently Catgirl intended to have her fun as well! Batgirl closed her eyes in exasperation as she realised the futility of fighting back. Her pussy seemed to have given up already anyway and was tingling excitedly at the thought of what seemed likely to come. Then Catgirl was waving a fluffy white ball and a small metallic looking badge in front of her as she explained that this was no ordinary dildo. She'd designed it to interact with the 'bunnies tail' as she described it and with the badge. Batgirl's eyes widened as she saw that the fluffy ball was attached to a white plastic ribbed tube about three inches long. She suddenly had a pretty good idea how the bunnies tail would fit between her legs, and she wasn't looking forward to the experience. She had no time to protest though as Catgirl disappeared down to the bottom of the rack and began to twirl some wheels attached to the base. With a relief, Batgirl felt her tethered ankles moving towards each other, taking some of the strain out of her body. She was about to thank Catgirl. "Ooops, wrong way!" laughed her nemesis as she spun the wheels the other way and Batgirl's booted ankles were pulled out sideways even further than before. "Hey!" gasped Batgirl as she realised how far open her legs had been dragged apart. She knew that her slit would be gaping and her little pink hole staring straight back into Catgirl's face, "Mmmmm, nice Batgirl, very nice!" she murmured," You know it's funny. Trixie thinks that you've got the greatest nipples, but I really think that that pink slit of yours is much nicer!" Batgirl had no time to reply as Catgirl picked up the fluffy tail and rummaged in the box for a moment, "Oh dear Batgirl, no lube! I had to pack in such a hurry. Oh well, you're not here to enjoy yourself are you!" Then her face brightened as she had an idea and Batgirl flinched as she felt the plastic tube being drawn up and down between her oily labia. She had to fight hard to control the sensations flooding up from her pussy as she heard Catgirl again, "Wow, lucky for you you're so wet Batgirl. You're like a fountain down here!" Then Batgirl was cringing as she felt the tip of the tube nudge up against her back passage, making the muscles clamp down even tighter around her little anus. Catgirl wasn't to be stopped though as she twisted and pushed firmly, teasing open Batgirl's tight muscles and forcing the tube deep into her hidden depths. Batgirl gasped as she felt the foreign body invade her and then sit like a dormant serpent inside her, the unfamiliar feeling sending such incredibly confusing signals to Batgirl's already tortured brain. Batgirl had moaned as she felt the tail sink into her, and then gasped again as she felt the attached fluffy ball nestle between her legs and begin to tickle her sensitive skin. It was double torture! She had no time to recover though as Catgirl's nimble fingers were immediately busy at Batgirl's clit, pulling at the little hood surrounding it and Batgirl gasped for a third time as she felt cold metal rub up against the most sensitive spot on her body as Catgirl clipped the metal 'badge' to the folds of skin surrounding it. Now she was wearing the cold, little badge right at the top of her red-hot slit. Batgirl wriggled her hips as she tried to deal with the sudden influx of pleasure radiating from her pussy and anus. She vaguely heard Catgirl proudly describing how the whole thing would come alive when she switched on the power in the strap-on dildo, and how the three elements combined to some sort of devastating effect. Batgirl wasn't really listening though. She was still wriggling desperately on the hard wooden rack as she tried to manage her pussy signals and to calm herself down. But when she looked at Catgirl again her eyes widened in surprise. She was just stepping out of her suit! The top part had already been peeled off displaying her own rather perky bare breasts and she was just stepping out of the second legging. She'd pulled off her gloves, but left on her black ankle boots and tight pink thong. Batgirl cut off the gasp of admiration that was developing in her throat. She was secretly concerned at the way that her eyes were drinking in the shapely figure of the young woman that had emerged. Her pulse was racing again. Good grief, this was Catgirl she thought desperately. It was no time for her lesbian side to come out again!! There was another, less welcomed, sign of appreciation at the appearance of the semi-naked Catgirl. A low wolf-whistle rang round the room and Catgirl spun round to face Marco who was sitting up and leering at her. It was a bad move on his part as, with a stride forward, Catgirl placed her boot squarely into his balls again, hard! His scream reverberated round the room as Catgirl cast round, then picked up Marco's pants from the floor, rather distastefully, and pulled them down over his head as a blindfold and to muffle his crying. "Bravo!" said Batgirl with feeling as Catgirl turned back to her. Catgirl smiled, "Well, at least we agree on something. What a low-life he is!!" Then she was back to business. She stepped out of the pink thong and struck a rather bashful pose in front of Batgirl, her hourglass figure perfectly framing the little triangle of fur between her legs and her sparkling light brown eyes. Surprisingly, it was topped by an almost shy smile as Catgirl glanced into Batgirl's eyes. Batgirl might have whistled in admiration, but held back after seeing what had happened to Marco! Then she was busy again, picking up the strap-on, she ran the smaller of the two dildo's between Batgirl's exposed labia again, "Great lube Batgirl. You should bottle it and sell it!" Then she lifted one foot onto the edge of the rack, stretching open her own little slit in front of Batgirl as she slowly fed the black dildo in between. Batgirl watched a rather dreamy expression cross Catgirl's face as she eased it slowly into her vagina, wriggling her own hips this time as she settled it comfortably into place. After she'd dragged the straps under her legs, round her hips and tied them in place behind the small of her back, she stood next to the rack and experimented with the weight waving the larger black dildo around in front of Batgirl as she thrust and twisted her hips. She gave a little gasp of delight to herself. Clearly the internal dildo was doing it's work inside her, but Batgirl was more concerned about the big one waving around in front of her. Suddenly it looked a lot bigger! "Right, time to switch on I think!" said Catgirl excitedly as she reached down to the base of the big dildo and pushed at a hidden switch. Batgirl's eyes widened in shock, and suddenly she stopped breathing. The end of the big black dildo started to glow a dull red, throbbing almost as the intensity came and went. That alone would have shocked Batgirl, but what really caught her attention was the sudden activity between her legs. The dildo was nowhere near her pussy and already the bunny but-plug and her clit badge were vibrating! It was at a fairly low level, but enough to make Batgirl squirm in her bindings as her pussy nerves responded. Catgirl too gave a little squeal of surprise as her hands dropped to the base of the strap-on, easing it into a more comfortable spot as it went to work on her own clit. "Wow, that was a bit stronger than I was expecting!" she exclaimed to herself as she sucked in a deep breath. Batgirl was getting a bit worried. Being a guinea pig for one of Catgirl's experiments was losing its attraction fast. Had she any idea what she was doing?! "Look Catgirl, maybe this isn't such a good idea," she said hopefully, but the response was disdainful. "Oh don't be such a wimp Batgirl. I know what I'm doing," she said confidently before finishing a little less certainly, "Anyway, this is going to hit you a lot harder than me!" Batgirl didn't have time to respond properly as Catgirl twisted away and began to climb onto the rack between Batgirl's sweat polished legs, just as Marco had done a few minutes ago. "Aaaaaaaaargh" Batgirl gasped as the big, glowing dildo passed over the top of her belly and triggered an absolute avalanche of deep vibrations from the but-plug and her clit badge. She had to squeeze her eyes shut to avoid going straight into an orgasm as the infernal devices went to work on her. Catgirl too was breathing deeply as she knelt between Batgirl's knees and dropped her hands onto the rack on either side of Batgirl's bosom. The Dildo was waving ominously around about six inches from its target. "Christ that's strong!" gasped Catgirl as she inched the glowing tip nearer to Batgirl's little pink opening, now absolutely dripping with juices. There'd be no lube issues here! She looked down at Batgirl whose face was now thrashing from side to side as her impending climax took hold. Catgirl's clit was also throbbing as the internal dildo vibrated away uncontrollably. Catgirl gritted her teeth as she felt her own orgasm approaching. This wasn't good enough though, she hadn't even managed to get the dildo in yet! She watched Batgirl's face tighten, as if in pain and her back arch as the first climax ripped through her, the blissful little convulsions radiating like a beacon from her frantic pussy. There was no relief from the torment though as the clit guard and butt-plug, driven by the proximity of the dildo, continued to vibrate incessantly, sending waves of pleasure and pain into her brain and pushing Batgirl over the edge yet again as she almost immediately succumbed to a second and then a third giant orgasm. Catgirl couldn't hang on much longer herself. This was way stronger than she'd expected, but she was determined to have her way with Batgirl, and with last surge of willpower she drove her hips forward, forcing the glowing tip of the dildo up against Batgirl's vagina entrance, crying out as her own orgasm took her and letting the forward momentum drive home the dildo deep into Batgirl's red hot cavern. Then she collapsed down onto Batgirl's sweat covered torso, gasping for breath. Batgirl was living a world of bliss and pain. When Catgirl had thrust into her, the but-plug and clit badge had gone haywire! She felt herself swamped with sharp electric twinges from almost every nerve in her body. The climaxes had merged together into an almost continuous surge of convulsions. Her whole body was wracked with blissful pain, every muscle ached with sexual tension. For a long time she floated in a semiconscious state as flashing colours and sweet feelings whirled around her brain, pushing out any rational thought. Gradually though, she felt the climaxes lessen, she could start to think again. She could feel herself impaled on the big vibrating dildo, but now that it was trapped deep within her, the intensity of the vibrations seemed to have lessened. It was still a kind of continuous sexual torture, but at least her senses had returned. Painfully! Catgirl was still lying across her chest, their breasts snuggling up to each other. She too seemed to be struggling to contain her emotions as she too was hit by surges of climaxes. She was shaking her head as if trying to clear it. Batgirl would have shaken Catgirl's head a lot harder if she could have got her hands free! "Catgirl! You've got to get that thing out of me! I'm going to explode!!" Catgirl looked back through bleary eyes. "I can't................. move! As soon as I do it'll hit me again......ohhhhhhhhhhhh" Batgirl had just suffered another mini climax as she saw Catgirl succumb again. "Do it Catgirl! Get a grip! We can't stand this much longer!! Aaaaaaaah!" Batgirl saw the recognition flash through Catgirl's eyes, and the sudden resolution to act! They both shut their eyes and Catgirl gritted her teeth as she pushed herelf up on her arms and dragged her hips backwards, finally pulling the big dildo smoothly out of Batgirl's sopping vagina, making a kind of slurping sound as Batgirl's tight muscles finally let it go. The motion had subjected Batgirl to another massive assault on her pussy as her clit seemed to explode with the high frequency vibrations from her 'badge'. It was enough to send her spiralling out of control again as another series of shattering orgasms engulfed her again. Long minutes later, when the stars had stopped spinning and she finally came round again and found the strength to looked up, Catgirl was busy putting things back into her cardboard box. She'd suited up and was looking fairly calm but Batgirl could see that she was still breathing deeply. With a surge of relief, batgirl realised that the butt-plug bunny tail and the badge had disappeared and she was 'only' naked, stretched out on the rack again. Just like old times.