4 comments/ 38117 views/ 15 favorites Batgirl: The Price of Silence By: Angelique Bouchette Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 1: All Part Of The Job! The shadowy figure moved over to the parapet of the tall office block roof, with cat-like agility, then paused, listening for the sound again, with electronically enhance hearing. There it was again, faint but distinct, on the cool night air. "Help, help! Won't somebody please help me! Nooooooo!" The shrill, panic-filled cry for help, was clearly that of a woman. The black-clad female, for no man could've moved with such grace, removed a small device from the utility belt slung about her shapely hips, and aimed it at a wooden structure on the roof of an adjacent building, some hundred-feet away, and some fifty-feet below her present altitude. She pressed the trigger. There was the sharp hiss of compressed air being released, and a miniature harpoon shot across the intervening space, trailing an incredibly fine, high-tensile nylon cable behind it, before embedding itself, with a dull 'thunk', in the side of the low wooden structure. The shadowy figure quickly took up the slack in the line, and lashed the end of the cord to a rusty bolt, sunk into one of the stone blocks that made up the roof's parapet. Then, gripping the cord in gloved hands, she fearlessly launched herself into the intervening void. Batgirl, for it was truly her, felt the exhilaration of the wind in her face, as she slid down the line at high speed, hearing the swish of her passage, and feeling the friction heating her insulated gloved hands, as she zoomed over the drop, the street some 400 feet below, her life literally hanging by a thread. She swung her hips forward, positioning her feet for landing, then dropped from the cable, as she moved over the edge of the lower roof. She dropped some eight-feet onto the rooftop, her momentum causing her to fall forward, onto all fours. She gracefully sprang to her feet, dusting off the dirt from her hands and knees, while peering around, looking for any sign of detection. Everything was quiet, as she padded over to the far side of the flat roof. She would have to retrieve the cable and harpoon later! If she remembered correctly, there was a fire escape attached to the far side of this building? "Nooooo! Please? You already have my money and credit cards!" sobbed the female voice, sounding much closer now. Batgirl thought she heard a low male chuckle, in response. As she reached the edge, and peered down into the narrow alley, between the buildings, she thought she could make out several figures below. Without pausing she leapt over the edge, and dropped onto the small metal platform of the fire escape some twelve-feet below, in a half-crouch, with hardly a sound. Rising to her feet, she swiftly started to descend the metal staircase, as fast as silence permitted. -oOo- "Please don't do this to me?" sobbed the twenty-something year-old blonde, backing against the rough stone wall and eyeing her three attackers through big, frightened eyes. "Y-You've got all my money! Here," she added, desperately tugging off her earrings, "take these as well! They're worth quite a bit!" The leader of the three hoodlums, grinned, and caught the pearl earrings, as she threw them to him. The girl's white blouse hung open, the buttons torn off earlier, revealing a generous heaving bosom, clad in a lacy black bra. "Listen Lady," he snarled, "you ain't gonna buy off me and the boys with a few trinkets!" He nodded to Louie and Rodrigo, and they stepped in from either side and grabbed the girl's arms. "Strip the bitch!" he snapped. "Noooooo!" the girl moaned, struggling to pull free of her attackers, as they dragged the silk blouse off her shoulders, then yanked it from her arms, accompanied by tearing sounds. Louie grabbed both her arms, pinning them behind her back, while Rodrigo gripped the waistband of her skirt, and yanked hard. The clasp pulled free, the short zip on her hip parted, and he dragged the skirt down about her ankles. "Aaahhh!" The girl gasped in pain, as Louie twisted her arms up behind her back, forcing her to arch her spine. "Please… I beg you!" she gasped, in a terrified whisper. There was the snick of a switchblade opening, as Ricky stepped forward, and waved the blade before her terrified eyes. "You'd better start co-operating, bitch, if you want to come out of this alive?" he growled. Before the girl could answer, the blade descended, and with a loud snick, he sliced through the narrow band of elastic material between her breasts, joining the two cups of her bra. As the lacy material fell away, revealing her generous, heaving bosom, Louie and Rodrigo dragged the straps from her shoulders, and down her arms, before flinging the remnants aside. "Noooooo!" The restrained girl was left wearing just her panties, stockings and high-heeled shoes. "Step out of the skirt!" "No, please, I beg you!" "Step out of the skirt, you stupid bitch!" Ricky snarled, pressing the blade up against her pale, unprotected throat. "Do it!" The terrified female gulped, and did as he commanded. Ricky grinned, showing a mouthful of rotten teeth. "Better! Now take off the panties!" "Noooh, please…. You can't make me… Yeowww!" Her head jerked to one side, as he slapped her hard, across her face. "I can make you do anything I want, slut!" he snarled, his dark eyes glittering, dangerously. "Now do it!" His companions had released her arms, as if on cue. With fresh tears rolling down her cheeks, and ruining her carefully applied mascara, the sobbing girl hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, and drew them down over her shapely hips. "Please, don't!" she sobbed, hysterically. Ricky's eyes glittered, as he watched her dark patch of auburn pubic hair come into view, as she pushed the lacy underwear down over the tops of her stockings, and it slid down about her ankles. As he unbuckled his jeans, and yanked down the zip of his fly, the woman delicately stepped out of the panties, unbidden. He stared at the frightened woman, now clad in just her lacy-topped, black hose, and high heels. His cock was growing hard, even as he pushed his jeans and boxer shorts, down around his knees. "Nice, very nice!" he said, hoarsely, as he shuffled forward, his impressive erection clasped in one meaty fist. "P-Please don't hurt me!" she moaned, staring in horrified fascination, at the massive penis. She tried to squirm away, but Louie and Rodrigo had each grasped a wrist and forearm, preventing her from escaping. Ricky grinned, as he positioned his bulbous knob at the entrance to her sex. "This is gonna hurt all right," he said, with a low chuckle, "but you're gonna love it, bitch!" He thrust his hips forward, slamming his erection deep into her tight, un-lubricated vagina. "Aaaiiieeeeee!" -oOo- The girl's scream was still loud in her ears, as Batgirl vaulted over the railing of the final flight, and landed in the dim-lit alley, some thirty-feet behind the rapists. "Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?" she said loudly, standing upright, with her legs astride, and her hands on her hips, in her trademark Bat-pose. Louie and Rodrigo both snapped their heads around, while Ricky's pale muscular ass, paused in mid-thrust. He withdrew his throbbing cock, and half-turned, to stare at the sudden intruder. "Batman!" gasped Rodrigo, going pale. In the dim light, his mistake was understandable, since her costume was very similar to that of the Caped Crusader. It was comprised of a Kevlar-reinforced black Latex catsuit, tight fitting calf-length boots, cape and cowl. The cowl incorporated the usual pointed bat ears, with built in sound amplifiers, and an eye-mask that, unlike the Batman's, did not cover the bridge of her nose. The costume included a molded Kevlar breastplate, with only slight bulges to indicate the female breasts beneath, and upper-arm and thigh guards of the same material. Beneath it all, she wore a tight-fitting sports bra and briefs that helped keep everything nicely in place during her more active moments. A yellow Bat-symbol was emblazoned across her chest. "That ain't the Batman, it's the Bat-bimbo!" sneered Ricky, as recognition dawned. "Ain't nobody else got a sweet little tush like that! Hey Batgirl, ya wanna get yourself a good fuckin' from some real men?" he called out, coarsely. Batgirl ignored his lewd comment. "Step away from the girl, you street-trash, and lie face down on the ground, with your hands behind your backs!" she ordered, sternly. "Hey boys, don't this little lady like scare the shit outta ya?" Ricky exclaimed, with a chuckle, hefting his impressive dick in one hand. "I reckon she's more scared of this!" "Yeah, like you don't scare us one little bit, Bat-bitch!" added Louie, drawing his switchblade, and snapping it open. Rodrigo did likewise, and all three hoods started to circle and close in on her, from different directions, their former prey temporarily forgotten. "Don't say I didn't warn you, street-scum!" the Dark Damsel murmured, adopting a defensive posture, stiffened hands raised, at the ready. "Bitch!" Louie exclaimed, rushing at her, knife arm raised, ready to plunge the blade into her chest. At the last second, she ducked low, and then straightened again, as he flew over her back, with a wail, and was propelled into the alley wall, at high velocity, in a tangle of arms and legs. His cry of surprise was cut off, as his head struck the wall, with a sickening smack. But Batgirl had other things to worry about. She just managed to sway to one side, as Rodrigo rising blade attempted to gut her, and the blade glanced off the Kevlar reinforcement over her left hip. Caught off-guard, he staggered forward, and the Dark Angel grabbed his knife arm in both hands, and forced the elbow back, then straight-arm hoisted him up against the wall, causing him to loose several front teeth, as his face smacked up against the brickwork. He crumpled to the ground, moaning, and holding his bloody mouth. As Batgirl straightened, a hand grabbed her around the waist, from behind, and a knife appeared at her exposed throat. "One false move, and I slit your throat, you cock-sucking bitch!" Ricky snarled, his voice thick with fury. "You're gonna pay dearly for this!" "But not this time!" she gasped, grabbing his knife arm, and swiveling her hip, as she ducked low, and threw him over her shoulder. "Yeowwww!" Ricky yelled in alarm, as he smashed into a large refuse bin, with a loud metallic clang. "You stinking bitch!" he roared, groggily staggering to his feet, knife arm raised, ready to attack, but handicapped by the pants around his ankles. Batgirl didn't bother to reply. A flying kick struck his arm, and the knife went flying through the air, as he screeched, and clutched at his broken wrist. The yell was cut short, as another drop-kick caught him on the point of the jaw, and he staggered back against the trash bin, with a loud clatter, then slid to the floor, with his eyes glazing over. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, Batgirl dragged the unconscious hoodlum over to his two companions. Rodrigo was the only one still conscious, and he was still clutching his damaged mouth. "I think you broke my jaw, you stinking bitch!" he mumbled, as she pulled out a pair of Bat-cuffs and slapped one half about his left ankle, and the other about Ricky's right wrist. She locked a second pair of cuffs around Rodrigo's right ankle and Louie's left wrist. "That should hold you street-trash, until the police arrive?" she muttered, rising to her feet, and turning to the woman victim, who had watched the events unfold, open-mouthed, one well-manicured hand raised to her mouth. The female was still clad in just her stockings and heels, but now the glisten of fresh cum could be seen, oozing from her exposed pussy, and trickling down her inner thighs onto her dark stocking tops. Barbara felt a flush of arousal, but quickly controlled it, and walked over to the young woman. "Are you all right, Miss? I'll phone for the police and an ambulance!" she said, gently, taking the girl by her shoulders. "We'll soon have these punks behind bars, where they belong! You're safe now!" "Oh God, you were wonderful, Batgirl!" the woman exclaimed, tearfully, throwing her arms around the heroine's neck, and showering her face with kisses. "How can I ever thank you?" she added, pulling away slightly, and locking eyes. The unspoken message was clear. Batgirl felt a warm wetness building, at the base of her belly, but resisted an almost overpowering urge to kiss the girl back. Instead, she gently extricated the girl's arms from about her neck, and gently pushed her away. "I, ah, I suggest you put on some clothes, Miss, while I make those phone calls?" she replied, hoarsely. The girl blushed, as she belatedly realized, that she was almost naked. "I-I guess so?" she said, with a shy little smile. "Thank you again, Batgirl! I was sure they were going to rape and kill me!" "All part of the job!" the heroine replied, modestly. "All part of the job!" Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 02 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 2: Just Another Victim Of Crime Cyril Smallpiece was a burglar by trade, a cat burglar to be more precise. He was also rather good at his job. He'd been casing the luxury apartment block for a couple of days now and was reasonably familiar with the routine movements of most of its residents, as well as the location of the numerous security devices incorporated into the design. He'd gotten past the electronic lock on the front entrance, by the simple expedient of masquerading as a resident who'd forgotten his swipe card, and getting one of the other residents to open it, remotely. Once inside, he'd strolled around, noting the numerous security cameras positioned in the corridors and elevator, and the massive steel doors that gave access to each apartment, with their vast array of combination locks and bolts. Cyril was a rather slightly built, even skinny, five-feet seven, and he didn't believe in the use of violence, when robbing his wealthy victims. His techniques were far more subtle, and usually highly successful. He was currently standing on the roof of the six-story building, clipping a coil of nylon climbing rope about the base of a sturdy television antenna, by means of an aluminum karabiner. The doubled rope passed through and around a figure-of-eight friction device, attached to his waist harness by another karabiner. He slowly backed away, playing out the taut line, before leaning back and lowering his torso off the edge of the roof, then silently descending the side of the building, slowly walking backward. His destination was a first-floor window, at the rear of the building. It belonged to the apartment of a young and single female resident. After weighing up all the possibilities, he'd decided that the girl should be his primary target. It was almost 2:00 am, and she would be sound asleep in her bed by now. He specialized in robbing rich society dames, and should be long gone, before she even realized she'd been robbed! He paused his descent, tied off, then examined the double-glazed window, in the pale moonlight, before uttering a low chuckle. The window was closed and fastened by means of a simple catch, with no signs of any lock or alarm system. "It's amazing that, with all the security systems incorporated in this place, they leave a window almost totally vulnerable, just because it's thirty-feet off of the ground!" he mused, shaking his head. "Tut, tut, how careless!" He removed a small hooked device from a small leather pouch, and inserting it into the slight gap between window and frame, and soon had the catch unfastened, and the window wide open. He swung in through the opening, and dropped silently to the carpet, before unclipping the line, and securely clipping the karabiner to the window catch. Taking out a small but powerful flashlight, he flicked it on, and shone the beam around the darkened apartment. The closed bedroom door was over to his right, and no light could be seen under it. He silently crept over and eased open the door, after first extinguishing his flashlight. He allowed a few seconds for his eyes to grow accustomed to gloom, while listening for the sounds of regular breathing. There was none! He peered inside. The bed was neatly made up, with no sign of the girl, or that the bed had even been slept in? "Shit!" After a momentary panic, he calmed down. "Hey, so the girl isn't here! Great! I can take my time ransacking the joint, without any fear of being disturbed!" he chortled. He suddenly frowned. "But how the hell did she manage to leave, without my knowing about it?" he wondered, then shrugged his shoulders. He had been observing the main entrance for many hours, ever since the girl arrived home from work! "She must've slipped out of the rear entrance?" he decided. Confident that the girl was no longer at home, he closed the drapes, and switched on the main lights, then methodically began to search the apartment, starting with the lounge. He soon found her wallet and purse, and extracted all the folding money and credit cards, before being careful to replace it exactly where he'd found it. "Hmm, Barbara Gordon," he mused, flipping through the bill-fold, "that name seems to ring a bell?" He placed several items into a sack, including some solid-silver candlesticks, and a very nice antique carriage clock. He frowned, as he spotted a set of car keys, with a BMW fob, lying on a glass-topped coffee table. "Strange she should've left without her car," he mused, "unless she's been picked up by her date for this evening? Barbara Gordon IS quite a striking young female, after all!" he reminded himself, with another shrug of his shoulders. The bedroom was even more interesting than the lounge. The drawers of the dressing table revealed lots of lacy female underwear, including bras, garter-belts and thong panties, but what made his eyes really open wide, was the contents of the bottom drawer. These included various lengths of chain, with locking leather manacles, and a number of sex-aids, including several dildoes and vibrators, of assorted shape and size. "Well, well, well, who's a dark horse?" he chuckled, as he picked up a strap-on dildo and examined it closely. "Seems our little rich girl likes to play naughty games?" He stroked the realistically shaped, but over-sized pseudo cock, then reluctantly returned it, and closed the drawer. The small jewel box on the top of the dresser contained a couple of necklaces, several bracelets, three pairs of earrings, and some gold waist and ankle chains. It was a nice selection, but hardly worth a king's ransom. He was a little disappointed, as he added them to his bag of loot, and closed the box lid. He'd expected more. The whole of the apartment was far more basic and austere than he'd been expecting. Turning, he spotted a framed photo on the wall, showing the girl standing next to a distinguished-looking, white-haired, older man, with her arm around his waist, looking up at him, adoringly, while the man stared, rather woodenly, at the camera. Cyril's eyes opened wide, as he instantly recognized the man. Just about every criminal in Gotham knew that face. "Commissioner James Gordon!" he gasped. "Then the girl… Barbara Gordon, must be his daughter?" He chuckled. In a way, it was sort of poetic justice, robbing the spoilt little brat of Jim Gordon, scourge of the Gotham City underworld. He was just about to rifle through the clothes, hanging in the walk-in closet, when he heard the sound of a powerful motorcycle engine in the narrow back alley immediately below the open lounge window. He hurriedly doused all the lights, and stood in the darkness, listening. There was the squeal and clang of a metal garage door opening and closing, and then the throbbing roar died, as the motorbike ignition was switched off. Just as he was about to heave a sigh of relief, there was the faint sound of muffled footsteps, ascending a wooden staircase. They seemed to be coming from behind the bedroom wall… and they were getting closer! Suddenly, with a loud click, a section of wall, together with the dresser, started to swing inward. "Shit!" Cyril gasped, diving underneath the bed. Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 03 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Adventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of Silence Chapter 3: A Secret Revealed From his awkward position under the low bed, Cyril saw a pair of close-fitting, black-leather calf-length boots appear, from the hidden entrance, as their owner walked into the room, humming a tune to herself. The woman sat down, heavily, on the bed, then proceeded to pull off the boots, accompanied by a loud sigh of relief, while the dresser swung back into its normal position, sealing the secret entrance. "Ah, that's better!" gasped a pleasant, musical, richly feminine voice. Its owner got up, and walked over to the dresser, in her stockinged feet. Cyril risked a quick peek from under the bed, and nearly passed out with fright. "Batgirl?" he croaked, under his breath, watching, wide-eyed, as the masked avenger unbuckled her Kevlar breastplate, and pulled it off. Her hands rose to her Bat-cowl, and in one smooth motion, she drew it off her head, together with the built-in mask, and flame-red wig. Cyril's eyes grew big as saucers, as Batgirl shook out her real hair, and he stared at the familiar features reflected in the dressing table mirror. "Barbara Gordon?" he gasped to himself. "Barbara Gordon is Batgirl!" He drew back further under the bed, as Barbara arched her back and reached behind her, to unzip her stretch Lycra and Kevlar Bat-costume, and pull it off her shoulders, and down about her trim waist. She wriggled it down over her hips, and sat back down on the bed, to strip it from her long legs. Her sports bra and panties quickly followed, and Cyril risked a quick peek, as she strolled over and opened up the secret passageway again, by means of a hidden switch under the dresser top. She hung up the Bat-costume on a peg inside. "She's absolutely gorgeous," he decided. The twenty-five year old girl, had a face and figure to match that of any top model or film star. She was five-feet nine-inches tall, and her vital statistics were a very sexy 35c, 24, 36. Her breasts were particularly round and shapely, now that they had escaped the confinement of her sports bra. Barbara sat down on the stool in front of the dresser mirror, straight backed, and daintily wiped the dark purple lipstick from her full lips. Then, humming a little ditty to herself, she walked into the adjoining bathroom, and switched on the lights. Moments later, Cyril heard the sound of running water, as the shower was turned on and the girl adjusted the temperature of the water. The wiry cat burglar was in a state of near apoplexy. He'd just discovered one of the most sought after secrets in the whole of the United States. "The daughter of Gotham's Police Commissioner is also the notorious vigilante, Batgirl!" he breathed. "God, that information could be worth millions, if I play my cards right?" He mused about the possible buyers. "The crime czars of Gotham would be my best bet," he decided, "people like the Joker, or Two Face, or The Riddler, or The Penguin, or maybe even some sort of Crime Consortium?" Cyril was brought back from his daydreaming, as he heard the shower spray cut off. "Shit, I've got to get outta here!" he snarled, under his breath. The door to the bathroom was directly opposite the door leading into the lounge. He quietly squirmed out from underneath the bed, and rose to his feet, before tiptoeing his way toward the open doorway. Just at that moment, Barbara appeared in the bathroom doorway, a towel about her damp hair, and in the act of wrapping a short terry cloth robe about her shapely torso. "What the...? Hey, you, hold it right there!" she yelled, launching herself after the diminutive thief. Cyril reached the open window, and reached for the karabiner attached to the friction device. Before he could clip it to his harness however, something smacked into the back of his knees, as Barbara tackled him like a pro footballer. He went down like a felled redwood! The angry female hauled him roughly to his feet, oblivious to the fact that her robe had come open, and she was displaying everything she'd got to his ogling gaze. "Okay buster, what's your game?" she snarled, her green eyes flashing, dangerously. "Don't hurt me! It's a fair cop, Batgirl!" he croaked, desperately trying to wriggle free of her powerful grasp, but with little success. "I was robbing your place, when you walked in on me!" The redhead's eyes widened with shock. "Wha... What do you mean, Batgirl?" she gasped, the color draining from her face. "I know you're The Batgirl, Ms Gordon!" he retorted, starting to feel a little cockier. "And I know all about the secret passage into this apartment!" By this time, Barbara Gordon's complexion had taken on a sickly pallor. "And I also know your father is Jim Gordon!" he added, determined to press home his advantage. "You... You little creep!" she snapped, releasing him, to pull her robe about herself. "You don't think anyone is going to believe that ridiculous story, do you? Especially when you're behind bars, serving time for robbery!" Despite her outward show of bravado, Cyril could see the fear in those big expressive green eyes. He smirked. "Oh, if I wuz you, I wouldn't even consider turning me in, Ms. Gordon," he retorted, with an exaggerated shake of his head, before rising to his full five-feet seven-inches. "The cops might not believe me, but some mud is bound to stick, it always does? Some snooping reporter, is bound to come up with evidence to support my claim... sooner rather than later!" Barbara blinked, realizing the truth in the little weasel's words. "All right punk, promise to keep your mouth shut, and hand back your loot, and I'm willing to turn a blind eye, just this once, being a kind-hearted sort of a gal!" she said, sternly, gripping him by the shoulders and shaking him hard. "Well... okay, I promise," he agreed, with a confident grin, "provided you do a little something for me, first!" "Oh, yeah?" She eyed him suspiciously. "And what might that be, punk?" "Kiss me!" "Huh?" Her big green eyes grew even bigger. "Look, I've always been a little in love with the Batgirl," he pleaded, "ever since you first appeared on the Gotham scene! Just one little kiss... please, and I promise not to say a word? Your secret will be safe with me!" Barbara's mind was racing. It was a relatively small price to pay, IF this little punk kept his mouth closed, but that was a big if. "Oh, all right!" she agreed. She stepped forward, and lightly brushed her full lips against his forehead. "There!" "I meant a proper kiss... on the mouth!" he insisted, stubbornly. "Why you... Oh, very well!" Barbara said, resignedly, and lowered her mouth to his. Before she knew it, the little worm had grabbed her behind her neck, pulling her mouth hard up against his own, his tongue snaking into her partially open mouth, as she was about to yell. "Mmmnngh!" Barbara gasped, trying to pull away, momentarily, before forcing herself to relax, and start to kiss him back. To her surprise, it wasn't such an obnoxious experience after all. She closed her eyes, and cautiously poked her tongue into his eager mouth, returning his oral ministrations, as her hands entwined about his neck. "Mmmm!" Meanwhile, Cyril's hands were busy unraveling the cord about Barbara's slim waist, pushing open her bathrobe, before sliding them up over her firm stomach, and cupping her shapely breasts in his palms. Barbara's eyes flew wide open, as his thumbs flicked at her prominent nipples, and she pulled away, sharply, taking a quick step backward. "Watch it, buster!" she warned, blushing a bright pink. "You've had your kiss, now get your goddamn ass outta my life... and remember your promise!" "Sure, but don't tell me you didn't like it?" he retorted, nodding toward her stiff erect nipples, which were a dead give-away. "The name's Cyril, by the way, Cyril Smallpiece," he added, as a parting shot, as he clipped onto the line, and climbed out of the window, ready to rappel down to the ground. "See you around, Bat... er, Miss Gordon!" Barbara stared after his fast disappearing figure, a small frown marring her forehead. She would be more than happy, if she never laid eyes on the puny cat burglar again! Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 04 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 4: A Trouble Shared The following day, at the Gotham City Central Library, Barbara found herself unable to concentrate on her research work. Her thoughts kept returning to, Cyril Smallpiece, her unwanted visitor of the night before. "Penny for your thoughts, Barbara?" Barbara looked up, to see her vivacious young research assistant, Jennifer Goodbody, standing in the doorway to her office. Jenny was a five-feet eight-inch, twenty-year old platinum blonde, with a figure to rival her own. She smiled, adjusting her horn-rimmed spectacles on the end of her nose, and peering over them, as she ran her gaze over the slim, shapely figure of the younger woman. Barbara didn't really need to wear reading glasses, but it was all part of a deliberate policy to appear that much plainer and uninteresting to those she worked with. "Oh, um, hi, Jenny! Sorry, I was miles away! I just can't seem to concentrate on my work this morning, for some reason? What can I do for you?" "I was just going to get myself a cup of coffee from the machine! Would you like one, Ms. Gordon?" "Mmm, that would be nice, Jenny! Milk with no..." She stopped, realizing that her young assistant certainly knew her preference by now. "Yeah, yeah, milk with no sugar," the twenty-year old exclaimed, with her usual dazzling white smile. "Be back in a tick!" Her curly blonde head vanished from the open doorway. Barbara sighed, and lent back in her chair, unfastening the single button of her tweed business jacket, before placing her hands behind her head and rocking on the rear two legs. "If Cyril reveals my secret identity to anyone in the underworld, the news will travel like wildfire, and that will surely be the end of Batgirl's crime-fighting career!" she groaned to herself. "How can I ensure that the little prick will keep his trap shut? If only I could…" "One coffee, white, without sugar!" exclaimed Jenny, interrupting the Assistant Head Librarian's thoughts, as she deposited her shapely, mini-skirted derriere on the corner of Barbara's desk, then placed the plastic cup of steaming liquid before her boss. Her mini-skirt rode even further up her shapely thigh, revealing a glimpse of lacy stocking-top, as she crossed one slim leg over the other. "Why the long face?" Barbara gave her a grateful smile, and picked up the polystyrene cup, and took a cautious sip of its scalding hot contents. "I've got a little problem, Jen," she murmured, looking into the curious blue eyes of her workmate and frequent lover. "Someone else has discovered my, ah, our little secret! They've found out I'm the Batgirl!" "Goodness!" gasped Jennifer, wide-eyed, a look of deep concern appearing on her lovely face. "For a moment there, I thought you were going to say 'about us'?" Jenny and Barbara had first become lovers, some six months before, not long after the younger girl had started working at the library. Shortly after that, Jennifer had accidentally discovered Barbara's other identity, that of The Batgirl, costumed crime fighter, and had even become her occasional super-heroine partner, Sparrow, occasionally accompanying her on her vigilante night patrols. "Don't worry, honey, he knows nothing about you," Barbara added, squeezing the younger girl's thigh, affectionately. "Who is this guy?" demanded Jenny, her big blue eyes blazing, angrily. "Sparrow will have to pay him a little visit, and remind him of the benefits of keeping his mouth shut!" Barbara gave her a tight little smile. "The last thing we want, is him making any connection between you and The Sparrow, honey! Anyway, all I know about him, so far, is that he's a rat-faced little weasel by the name of Cyril Smallpiece, who's a cat burglar by profession! I'm hoping that Batman can come up with some more information about him, using the Bat-computer's criminal database? He's bound to have a criminal record, his type always does? Perhaps I can use it as leverage?" "How on Earth did he manage to discover your secret identity?" Jenny asked, in a hushed whisper. "Would you believe I walked in on him, while he was turning over my apartment! I was dressed in my Bat-costume and proceeded to strip off, right in front of him, thus revealing my true identity. I didn't realize he was hiding in the room at the time, you understand?" she added, hastily, her cheeks coloring slightly. "Holy cow!" "At least, before I let him go, I made him promise not to reveal my secret identity to anyone!" Barbara added, pulling a wry face. "And you expect the little weasel to keep his word?" exclaimed Jennifer, disbelievingly. "Barbara you can be so… so damned gullible at times!" she added, with a sigh of exasperation. "I hope he does! What else could I have done, Jen? If I'd made a citizen's arrest, and handed the guy over to the police, he would've blabbed! I couldn't kill him, to shut him up, now could I?" she added, with a sigh of her own. "Hmm? I think I could've been tempted," replied Jenny, clenching her fists. She leant forward, and her lips just brushed Barbara's. "You poor, poor thing! So, what are you going to do about it?" "I'm going to keep my fingers crossed, and just carry on as normal!" Barbara replied, then seeing the look on Jennifer's face, added, "What alternative do I have?" Jenny's face broke into a mischievous grin. "Well, you could come to the Ancient Manuscripts Archive with me, so I can show you how truly sympathetic I really am?" she murmured, glancing around to ensure their conversation was not being overheard. "The one WITHOUT any security cameras!" she added, with a conspiratorial wink. Barbara chuckled, and allowed the younger girl to take her by the hand, and lead her from her office. "Guess there's no harm in taking an early lunch break?" she told herself, pocketing her spectacles. She could already feel her panties growing damp, between her thighs. -oOo- As soon as they were inside the small storeroom, Jenny closed and locked the door, then lent back against it. "Now, what can we do, to help take your mind off your problem?" she murmured, huskily, starting to slowly unbutton her crisp white blouse, starting at the top button. "I wonder?" Barbara replied, pulling the unbuttoned blouse open, and gazing at the shapely pair of boobs, unfettered by any bra, but still standing out firm and erect. "Strictly speaking, that contravenes the Library dress code," Barbara reminded herself, absently. The younger girl deliberately arched her back, offering her breasts up to her superior. Barbara's palms cupped the shapely orbs, clamping the already erect nipples between her fingers, as she leant in and kissed Jenny on her full red lips, her eyes half closed. "Mmmm, that was real nice!" Barbara murmured, as she pulled away, and locked eyes with her lesbian lover. She felt Jenny's fingers fumbling with the clasp and zip of her skirt, before it was tugged down over her hips. "I-I don't know how I'd get through the day without you, Jenny, darling?" Her own hands were now at work, pushing Jenny's short skirt up her smooth unblemished thighs, until it was bunched about her slim waist. "Hey, let's not get too sentimental," Jenny admonished with an impish grin, unbuttoning Barbara's crisp, white blouse, and slipping it from her shoulders. Her hands moved to the front clasp of Barbara's lacy white bra, and expertly unclipped it, and pulled the cups away from those gorgeous tits. Her hands moved to the prominent nipples, and she adroitly flicked them into full erection, with her thumbs. "Aaahhh!" Barbara gave a gasp of pleasure and arched her back, closing her eyes, even as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of Jenny's panties, and dragged them down over her hips and buttocks. Their mouths met again, in a long, passionate kiss, even as she pushed her own panties down to join her skirt, about her ankles, before stepping out of both. "Oh, Barbara!" moaned Jenny, as the two girls embraced, her left hand moving down to rub straightened fingers against Barbara's already moist sex. "Aaaahhh!" She gave a gasp of pleasure, as she felt her lover's fingers start to caress her clitoris, feeling it swell and throb beneath Barbara's loving touch. "Oh, Jen!" Barbara gasped. "Make love to me… pleasssse?" The blonde's hot wet mouth descended over Barbara's erect left nipple, suckling, powerfully. "Aaagghh! Oh, yesss!" Barbara gasped, her own fingers rubbing faster and faster, against Jennifer's engorged clit. "Mmmnnngh!" the blonde gasped, squirming with pleasure, sucking even harder, like a starving baby. She came up, gasping for air. "God, that feels sooh good, Babs! It's making me grow all wet and sloppy!" She lowered her face to Barbara's other heaving breast, and took the teat into her eager mouth. "Mmmm, ummm!" Barbara gripped the blonde's engorged clitty between her finger and thumb, and squeezed hard. "Aaaahh! Nnnngghh!" Jenny gasped, about the throbbing crest, then accidentally bit down on it, as she started to cum. "Yeowww!" Barbara cried, as she realized that all four of Jen's fingers were now inside her pussy, pistoning in and out. "Oh, Jeez, Jen, I'm going to cum! I'm cumming!" she cried, bucking her hips forward, and throwing her head back, as she began to orgasm, uncontrollably. Thump! Thump! Thump! The two climaxing girls froze, their eyes flying wide open with fear, their arousal instantly forgotten. Thump! Thump! Thump! Again the sound of a fist banging on the locked door. "What's going on in there?" growled a deep masculine voice. "Lemme in!" "Oh shit!" gasped Jennifer, going a deathly pale. The two young women, hastily pulled on their clothes, and buttoned their blouses, and straightened their mussed up hair, accompanied by several more loud thumps on the door. It sounded as if someone was trying to smash the door down with their shoulder? "Er, who's there?" Barbara called out, belatedly, buttoning up her jacket, and trying to compose herself. "Is that you, Ms. Gordon?" called the man's voice. Barbara recognized the owner. It was Brad Fleming, a recent addition to the library staff, and their resident I.T. and Security Specialist. "Er, um, yes, Mr. Fleming?" Barbara confirmed, cautiously turning the key, and unlocking the door. "Why, is there a problem?" Thump! The door flew open, and the six-feet two-inch, well-built newcomer, staggered into the room, almost falling onto his face. He straightened up, and straightened his tie. "What are you two doing in here?" he asked, suspiciously, peering around and sniffing the air. "If you must know," Barbara responded, haughtily, "Ms Goodbody was, ah, was helping me look for a rare manuscript, that I require for my current research project! Unfortunately, it does not seem to be here! Isn't that so, Jennifer?" "Er, yes, absolutely, Ms Gordon!" Jenny replied, nodding her blonde head, vigorously. "We, ah, we couldn't find it!" "Oh yeah, then why was the door locked?" Brad demanded, suspiciously, trying to regain control of the situation. "The door was NOT locked!" Barbara retorted, red-faced. "It… it was probably stuck? It's been getting stuck, on and off, for some time now! I'll get building maintenance to take another look at it!" "Oh yeah?" Brad sneered, noting the flushed appearance of both young women, and not believing a single word Barbara had uttered. "YES!" snapped Barbara. "Now, if you will excuse us, Mr. Fleming, some people have work to do!" With that, she brushed past the astonished, open-mouthed, red-faced man, with Jenny right behind her. -oOo- As soon as they were both back in Barbara's office, with the door firmly closed, Jenny burst into a fit of giggling. "You… You were terrific, Barbara!" she finally gasped, tears of laughter running down her lovely face. "Did you see the idiotic look on his smug face? You certainly bluffed your way out of that one!" Barbara frowned. "We may have gotten away with it this time, Jen," she growled, "but I'm afraid we've only succeeded in arousing his suspicions!" -oOo- Brad Fleming sniffed the air in the storeroom. The place stank of sex! He closed and opened the door, several times. It moved smoothly on its hinges, without even a hint of sticking. He noted the key, still in the lock, and smiled to himself. "That stuck-up bitch, Gordon, must take me for a complete fool?" he muttered, angrily. Suddenly, he spotted a scrap of dark material, partly obscured by the bottom of a bookcase, and squatted down to retrieve it. "Well, I'm gonna catch those two dykes red-handed, if it's the last thing I ever do!" he added, holding up a brief pair of lacy panties. They were still warm, and the gusset was ever so slightly damp! Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 05 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Adventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of Silence Chapter 5: Silence On The Installment Plan Barbara, unlocked and threw open the door to her apartment, and walked in, wearily. Jenny had offered to accompany her home, but she'd declined her kind offer. All she wanted now was a nice hot shower and a couple of hours of shut-eye, before she got ready for her evening Bat-patrol. She threw her coat over the back of a chair, slumped down onto the sofa, and pulled off her 'sensible' shoes, and wiggled her toes inside her stockings, uttering a sigh of pleasure. "Mmm, that feels sooh good!" she murmured. She stood up and eased down the zip of her heavy tweed skirt, and went to slip it off, before remembering that she'd left her panties somewhere in the storeroom, back at the library. "Damn, that was careless!" she muttered, with a frown. "Still, I can recover them in the morning. No one ever goes in there, except for Jennifer and myself!" She stretched out on the sofa, and started to relax. She must have dozed off, because she came to, with a start. "Ah well, better take that shower," she mused, getting up and wandering into the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse with one hand and carrying her coat in the other. She slipped off her skirt and tossed all three garments onto the bed, before unclipping her bra and shrugging it off. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, she rolled down her stockings, and pulled them off her feet. She then spent a couple of minutes putting everything away in its proper place, before taking a clean towel from the airing closet and padding into the bathroom, where she switched on and adjusted the shower spray. She gasped with pleasure, as she stepped under the warm, cascade, raising her face up to the downpour. When she was thoroughly soaked, she soaped up her loofah, and began to rub it over her face and arms, and belly, and breasts, before moving down to clean her shapely legs and ass, finishing up with her crotch area, which always seemed to receive a disproportionate amount of attention. When she was finished, she slipped a couple of soapy fingers inside her twat, and began to frig herself off, as she recalled her recent session in the archive, with the delectable Jenny. Her back arched, and her hips began to jerk, as she felt herself nearing her climax. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...." she gasped, her fingers moving faster and faster. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yessss!" Her arousal was suddenly interrupted by the sound of her main entrance intercom buzzer, and her eyes flew wide open. "Now who the hell is that?" she muttered, in an annoyed tone. The buzzer sounded again, longer and more insistently this time, as she stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a large, fluffy towel around her torso, and a smaller towel around her wet hair. "All right, all right, keep your hair on!" she snapped, irritably. She hurried over to the intercom on the back of the apartment door. "Yes, who is it?" she asked, rather abruptly. "It's me, Cyril, Cyril Smallpiece!" Barbara instantly recognized the voice of the weasel-like burglar. "Get lost, you little prick!" she snarled. "Please let me in, Barbara... Batgirl?" he yelled. "Pleasssse... BATGIRL!" "Shut your stupid mouth!" Barbara commanded, angrily, the hair standing up on the back of her neck, at the thought that a passing citizen might overhear him. "Let me in, BATGIRL!" he called, even louder. "Damn!" Barbara had no choice. She hit the button that unlocked the front entrance. "I'll kill the loud-mouthed little weasel!" she muttered, angrily, as she started to rub her wet hair dry, desperately hoping that no-one had overheard his ranting? Two minutes later, the doorbell chimed, and Barbara checked through the eyehole lens embedded in the metal door. It was the puny cat burglar all right, with a confident leer on his rat-like features. "Come on Batgir.... HEY?" Barbara had swiftly unlocked and thrown open the door, grabbed his wrist, and yanked him inside, before he could give the game away. He smirked. "I know I'm pretty desirable, sweet cheeks, but you don't have to make it quite so obvious that you've got the hots for me!" he said, with a chortle. Batgirl bristled. "Now listen, you slimy little worm, you promised to keep your mouth shut about our little secret!" she snarled, angrily. Cyril held his hands up, palms toward her. "And I will, and I will, Batgirl..." he responded, "just as long as you keep to your side of the bargain!" "WHAT?" she snapped, frowning. "Yeah! Just as long as you're nice to me, that is!" "Huh? Say... you said that all you wanted was a little kiss?" "And I did! But, if you remember, I also said I had a thing about Batgirl!" "So?" "Well, it ain't the same, kissing you, unless you're wearing your sexy Batgirl outfit!" Barbara sighed, her initial anger dissipating somewhat. "So, if I kiss you, dressed as Batgirl, you'll be satisfied?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. "Sure! Oh, there's just one thing though!" "Yeah?" Barbara retorted, with a frown, her suspicions aroused once more. "Well, your current costume isn't very... well... very flattering, is it? No, I'd like you to wear this outfit, that I've had specially made up for you! THIS outfit, and NOTHING else, mind!" He handed her the cardboard box that had been tucked under his one arm. "And if I do this, you'll keep your big mouth shut?" "I promise!" he replied, with a slight smirk. "Very well! I'll go into the bedroom, and slip into this outfit! No peeking!" "As if I would?" As soon as she was inside the bedroom, Barbara opened the box and blanched. Inside was a tiny black-leather thong, a sheer black body stocking, and a pair of black thigh-length boots, with three-inch platform soles and eight-inch stiletto heels. There was also a black cowl, with built in mask, that was a near duplicate of her usual one, and a pair of long black gloves that ended in fingerless mitts. She quickly dried herself off, and slipped on the thong. It barely covered her pussy, and she had to tug it up at the front to hide her pubic curls, causing it to dig deep between her ass-cheeks. She then slipped on the body stocking and zipped it up in back. It clung to her every curve, and was so sheer she felt almost naked. "You kinky bastard!" she muttered, eyeing herself in the mirror. The thong and the dark areolas of her breasts, were both clearly visible through the sheer clinging material. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on the boots, and zipped up the full-length zips on the inside of each leg. The black vinyl clung to her legs like stockings, reaching to just short of her crotch. Finally, she pulled on the long gloves and the cowl, complete with flame-red wig, and gingerly got to her feet, and stepped over to the mirror. She placed her hands on her hips, and stared at her image. She had to admit that the outfit was very, very erotic, but totally impractical. She could barely keep her balance on the spiky heels, and the costume wouldn't even protect her from a summer breeze, let alone the potentially lethal weapons of her criminal advisories. Taking a deep breath that made her breasts jiggle, fetchingly, she summoned up all her courage, and walked back into the lounge. "Well?" she snapped. Cyril turned around, and a broad smile appeared on his rodent-like features. "Absolutely stunning!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands, like a child with a new toy. "And now for the big moment!" Barbara swayed over, the high-heels forcing her to walk with her hips thrust forward to maintain her balance. She placed her hands around his neck, and did not pull away, as his hands slipped around her waist, and rested on her shapely buttocks. "No funny business, mind you!" she reminded him, then brought her lips down against his, while closing her eyes. This time she did not try to resist his tongue, as it penetrated her mouth, replying in kind, as their passionate kiss went on and on. "Mmmm, this isn't so bad, after all," she admitted to herself. Although Barbara was sexually experienced, her prior experiences had almost exclusively been with those of her own gender. Finally, they parted, both panting and flushed. Cyril stared into her eyes, and smiled, contentedly. "Now blow me!" he murmured. Barbara's heavy-lidded eyes flew wide open with shock. "WHAT?" she gasped, hoping she'd just misheard him. "You heard me, honey!" he murmured, confidently. "Now I want you to give me a blow-job! I've often fantasized about The Batgirl sucking my cock!" "No way, you disgusting little pervert!" she gasped, shaking her head vigorously, pulling free of his hands and taking a backward step. "You know the alternative!" he snarled, angrily. "Your secret will be broadcast to the world, and that will be the end of Batgirl, and your job at the library, and will probably force your daddy to resign from the GCPD, as well?" "Please...." she pleaded, in a little girl voice, tears glistening in her big green eyes. "Make your choice, Ms. Gordon!" Smallpiece snapped. "Suck my cock, or suffer ruination and public humiliation!" "Bastard!" With tears streaming down her face, Barbara sank to her knees, and gingerly reached out for the zip of his fly, and drew it down. "Unbuckle my belt, and pull my pants and briefs down about my ankles!" he commanded, with a confident smirk on his thin lips. Nervously, she did as he ordered, and stared, in fascination, as his semi-erect penis sprang into view. He certainly didn't live up to his name. It was an enormous cock, for such a puny guy! It was already at least six-inches long, and he wasn't even fully erect yet. "Just slip the head between those lovely lips of yours, and start to suck on it!" Cyril instructed, seeing the look of disgust and revulsion on her face. "It will soon come to full attention!" Reluctantly, she opened her mouth wide, and slid the end of his cock into it. To her surprise, it wasn't cold or slimy, but was warm and dry... and alive! She'd sucked on a dildo before, so she knew what to do. She moved the shaft in and out of her mouth, gradually taking more and more, and feeling it stiffen and grow within her. Finally, the throbbing shaft was bumping against the back of her throat, and she started to withdraw it. Suddenly, his hand slipped under her wig, and grabbed a handful of her real hair, jerking on it, and producing a muffled gasp of pain. "Not yet!" he snarled. "Now you deep-throat me, Bat-slut!" "Nnnnggghhh!" Barbara tried to shake her head, but it was impossible with his cock in her mouth, and his hands clamped behind her neck. Slowly, steadily, he pulled her onto his eight-inch erection, and Barbara fought, desperately to subdue her gagging reflex, as his cock gradually forced its way down her tight, constricting throat. "Oh yes, yesss, this is heaven!" he croaked, as her lovely lips came up against the base of his cock, and he eased up on the pressure. "Now be a good little bitch, and just keep your head still, while I fuck your pretty little face!" Smallpiece murmured. Slowly, he began to rock his hips back and forth, plunging his cock deeper into the heroine's bulging throat, with each thrust. "Mmmmph! Nnnngghh!" Barbara gasped, sucking in air whenever he partially withdrew his fat organ from her mouth, but gradually adapting to the rhythmical thrusting of his hot, throbbing meat. To her surprise, she found herself starting to get turned on by this man's domination of her. "Uh, uh, uh, ahhhhh!" he gasped, ramming his cock into her, all the way, as he attained his climax and started to ejaculate. Barbara felt a flood of warm sticky liquid clog her throat, and desperately gulped it down, only to find it replaced by another wad of his viscose cum. She swallowed again, the very act of swallowing, milking his shaft of more of its creamy load. Cyril was in ecstasy. He'd never had a woman give him oral sex before! They usually called him a pervert, if he even suggested it! Soon, Barbara had sucked him dry and he reluctantly withdrew his softening prick, pausing only to wipe a smear of semen over her trembling lips with his glans, as he finally exited her mouth. "You... You will keep your promise, won't you?" Barbara whispered, unable to look him in the eye, but licking the cum from her full lips, without even thinking. "Of course I will!" he murmured, patting the top of her head. "Until the next time, my little cum-slut!" he added, under his breath. Suddenly, something outside the window caught his eye, and he glanced out, to see the Bat-signal reflecting off the low scudding clouds. "Well, well, looks like your old man's calling all Bat-heroes?" he commented, casually. Barbara's eyes flew open, and followed his gaze. "Damn!" she muttered, under her breath. "I must get changed, and get down to Police Headquarters right away!" she exclaimed, rising to her feet, all business-like once again. As she went to head for the bedroom, Cyril grabbed her wrist. "No!" he barked, shaking his head. "Go dressed as you are!" "WHAT? You must be insane!" she gasped, going a deathly pale. "I insist!" he growled, menacingly. "But..." "If you want me to maintain my silence, you will do as I say!" he snapped. "But, but... At least let me wear my utility belt?" Batgirl said, resignedly, as her shoulders slumped in defeat. She was beginning to realize that he was going to make the most of the hold he had over her! "Very well! No-one can say I'm not a generous person, often to a fault!" he replied, smugly. "I shall let myself out, but only after you have departed for Police Headquarters!" He followed Barbara into the bedroom, admiring the way that her thong was completely hidden between her shapely ass-cheeks, except for the narrow strip that hugged the top of her hips, and watched her slip the utility belt about her slim waist. She gave him a last pleading look. "Please," she groaned, "I CAN'T go like this!" He glanced at his watch. "Better get a move on, Batgirl, you're wasting valuable time!" he answered, calmly. "Your tardiness may cost one of Gotham's citizens their life!" Barbara clenched her gloved hands in frustration, then pressed the hidden button beneath the dressing table and, as the secret entrance swung open, stepped through, with a sexy sway of her hips, and descended the narrow staircase to the garage below, her high-heels clunking, noisily, on the wooden stairs. The dresser swung back into place, behind her. Cyril waited for the noise of the Batcycle to fade into the night, then turned and left the apartment with a smile on his face. "Things are going to plan, nicely!" he said, with a chortle. -oOo- As Batgirl roared through the back streets of Gotham City, heading for GCPD Headquarters, the cool slipstream caused her already prominent nipples to peak and harden, beneath the sheer material of her new costume, and goose bumps to appear all over her scantily clad body. She thought about ignoring the call of the Bat-signal, and returning to her apartment, once Smallpiece had departed, but shook her head, firmly, dismissing the idea. "No, this might be a matter of life or death?" she muttered. "I cannot let my own embarrassment stand in the way of my duty to the good citizens of Gotham City! I'm sure that the admirable members of Gotham's law enforcement division, will act like perfect gentlemen, and not ogle my body in this revealing attire?" Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 06 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 6: Batgirl Sinks Deeper As Batgirl strode, purposefully, along the corridors of Police Headquarters, on her eight-inch spiky heels, trying not to sexily sway her shapely ass and failing, miserably, her passage was accompanied by a chorus of hoots, wolf-whistles and lewd remarks, unbecoming officers of the law. She found herself blushing, furiously. Her shapely unfettered boobs, bounced against her ribcage, with every step, her prominent nipples raising small peaks in her sheer clinging costume. "I'll strangle that Smallpiece, when I get my hands on him!" she promised herself, trying to ignore the near pandemonium that her entrance had created. With a sigh of relief, she reached the office of Police Commissioner Gordon, and knocked on the door, ignoring the leering crowd who had gathered. "Enter!" called the familiar voice of her father. After a moment's hesitation, Batgirl took a deep breath, much appreciated by the gathered audience, opened the door, and stepped inside. "Batgirl, thank goodness you're here!" exclaimed Jim Gordon, rushing over to grasp her hand and shake it, vigorously. "I've been trying to contact Batman and Robin on the Bat-phone, but without success! Apparently the line has been temporarily disconnected, due to some misunderstanding over payment of the telephone bill and, unfortunately, I've misplaced Batman's cell phone number!" "Never mind that Commissioner, I'm here now! What appears to be the problem?" Batgirl asked, placing her hands on her hips, and striking her usual superheroine pose. Her vertially unfettered breasts, jiggled, sexily, demanding attention. "Um, er, what?" Jim Gordon had belatedly noticed Batgirl's revealing costume, and his bulging eyes were riveted on her round, gently swaying mammaries, with their erect nipples and large dark areolas clearly visible through the sheer, clinging, skin-tight material. His eyes traveled downward, and paused at the junction of her thighs, where a tiny triangle of black material, barely managed to hide her sex from his gaze. "Is that a tuft of pubic hair peaking out of the top of her G-string?" he wondered, absently. "Why did you summon me here, Commissioner?" Batgirl asked, impatiently, swaying her hips, as she tried to maintain her balance on her sky-high heels. "Er, is that, ah… is that a new Batcostume?" enquired the Commissioner of Police, almost drooling. Barbara blinked twice, then blushed, despite herself. "Er, yes it is, Commissioner!" she replied, dismissively. "Now, about your signal for help?" "What? Oh… yes, the reason for this meeting!" the embarrassed lawman replied, looking up into her eyes, while pulling out a handkerchief, and moping his damp forehead. "I, ah, I have been informed that the evil master-criminal, Jack Napier, has escaped from the high security wing of New Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane!" Batgirl frowned, trying to recollect the name. "Who?" "Jack Napier, The Joker!" "Oh, ah, yes, of course! Is that evil, green-haired psychopath, at large once more?" Batgirl gasped, a gloved hand reflexively clutching at her chest and cupping her right breast. The Joker was probably the most dangerous of all her criminal adversaries, with the possible exception of Ivor Bigun, the serial rapist and murderer. "Lucky hand!" thought the Commissioner, as his eyes took in the whole of her new outfit. It was unbelievably sexy, especially those black, tight-fitting, high-heeled thigh boots, and that black, clinging thong! "Er, yes, I'm afraid so, Batgirl," the Commissioner confirmed, sadly, shaking his head. "None of us will be able to sleep easy in our beds, until that evil Clown of Crime is put back behind bars! By the way, don't you, ah, find it awkward to, ah, run, in those… um, stiletto heels?" "You get used to them!" Batgirl retorted, impatiently, wishing her father would stick to the subject. "Do we know how The Joker managed to escape from the asylum, Commissioner?" The Commissioner shook his head, sadly. "I'm afraid not honey, er, Batgirl! He just vanished out of his cell! The door was still locked, and none of the staff saw him leave! You can be sure he will soon be back to his old tricks, committing some dastardly criminal caper, or other?" "Hmm? In that case, I shall have to put out some feelers of my own?" Batgirl murmured, perching her shapely ass on the corner of the Commissioner's desk. She crossed one thigh over the other, then swung the raised leg back and forth, hands clasped about the knee. "Have you any thoughts on the matter, Commissioner?" "It's a lovely ass… um idea, Batgirl! Could you also contact the Caped Crusader and the Boy Wonder, while you're at it, and inform them of the Clown of Crime's escape? In the meantime, I'll continue to try to contact them from this end!" "No problem, Commissioner!" Batgirl stood up to go, then bent over, her shapely ass raised toward the policeman, literally just an arm's length away. Jim Gordon broke into a heavy sweat, as he stared at her delicious ass-cheeks, and slightly parted thighs, imagining himself slipping his cock into her tight pussy. "God, what a prick tease!" he thought, with a silent groan. The heroine straightened up and turned back to him. "You dropped this pencil on the floor, Commissioner!" she said, handing it over, with a smile. "Waste not, want not!" "Er, thank y-you, Batgirl!" he stuttered, as she spun on her high-heels and exited the office, with a sexy sway of her hips. His hand was already starting to unzip his fly, to relieve the discomfort caused by the raging hard-on he had developed. -oOo- Brad Fleming finished installing the miniature video camera in the corner of the ceiling in the Manuscript Archive storeroom, checked that it wasn't obvious, then returned to his office and ran the security software on his desktop computer. He chuckled, as the wide-angle digitized view of the storeroom appeared on his flat-screen, TFT color monitor. He then configured the software so that it would start the camera running and save the image to the hard disk, only when the associated motion sensor was triggered. He didn't want to waste time staring at pictures of a dark, deserted room. He leant back in his chair, hands linked behind his neck, with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Now let's see what we can get on the 'High and Mighty' Ms. Barbara Gordon, and that dyke Research Assistant of hers?" he muttered, licking his lips in anticipation. He squeezed his cock through the material of his pants. The truth was, Brad was a misogynist, and secretly hated all women. His main aim in life was to hurt and humiliate them at every available opportunity, preferably after he had just fucked them! He took out the lacy wisp of female underwear from his desk drawer, and held it up to his nose, and inhaled deeply. He could still smell the clinging, unmistakable scent of female arousal on the gusset of the panties. If there was one thing he hated more than stuck-up female bosses, it was stuck-up lesbian bosses! They all deserved to be fucked in the ass, by some well-endowed real man, such as himself, until they cried out in pain and humiliation. If his plan worked out, that might be a distinct possibility, in Barbara Gordon's case. Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 07 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Adventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of Silence Chapter 7: Caught In The Act... Well Almost! Sparrow swung over from the adjacent building and gracefully alighted on the flat roof of the office block. She released the Bat-cable, and ran over to the crouching figure of Batgirl. Her costume was almost identical to that of the Dark Angel's, consisting of a black, Kevlar reinforced, Latex catsuit, with tight-fitting, calf-length boots, cape and cowl, but with a stylized 'sparrow' symbol emblazoned across her breastplate, instead of the usual 'bat' symbol. The cowl lacked the pointed ears of Batgirl's outfit. "Well?" she gasped, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity behind her mask. "Well what?" snapped Barbara, a little annoyed by this sudden interruption to her security vigil. "Any further news of Rat-Features?" "He paid me another visit, earlier this evening!" Barbara reluctantly admitted. Jenny's eyes widened. "What did he want this time?" The next installment of the 'price of silence'!" Batgirl muttered, tears glistening in her big expressive eyes. Sparrow's expression hardened. "Which was...?" she prompted. "A blow-job!" "The son-of-a-bitch!" Jenny exclaimed, clenching her gloved fists. "That's not all. I had to wear this special Bat-costume, which he'd had made up especially for me, while I... while I did what he wanted!" "What sort of costume?" asked Jenny, her curiosity well and truly aroused. Barbara found herself blushing, deeply. "A sort of... very sexy, very revealing Batgirl outfit, that I had to change into, before he blackmailed me into sucking his dick! I-I even had to deep-throat the swine, Jen!" Tears had started to trickle down from underneath her mask, as she made the admission. "You poor thing," Sparrow murmured, stroking Barbara's arm, sympathetically. "I know how it must have felt. I almost fetched up the contents of my stomach, the first time I was forced to do it. Some men are real scum!" "I'm afraid that now he's got his claws well-and-truly into me, he will never let go, Jen!" wailed Barbara, bursting into tears, and pressing her face against Jenny's still heaving chest. "There, there, Barbara," Sparrow consoled her. "Look, you're in no fit state to continue your vigilante patrol tonight! Leave the Gotham underworld to the Dynamic Duo, for this one night, huh? You need a good night's sleep! I've got some sleeping tablets in my utility belt, which should help? Now, let's get you back to your place, and tucked up in your bed, okay?" Batgirl nodded, miserably, rising to her feet, and wiping away the tears with the back of her hand. Hand in hand, the two dark figures loped over to the door leading to the emergency stairwell. -oOo- The two girls sat side by side on the sofa in Barbara's living room, drinking white wine, two empty bottles, evidence of earlier consumption, together with a half-empty third. Jenny snuggled up closer to Barbara, and placed a hand on her catsuited knee. Both girls were still wearing their superheroine costumes, but had removed their masks, cowls and capes. "So, wha' ish thish other Ba' costume like?" slurred Jenny, blinking, drunkenly, and absently stroking the inside of Barbara's thigh. "Dishgush... dishgush... very revealing!" Barbara replied, smiling, before taking another slug of her wine. "Thish stuff ish very good!" Hick! "Lez see it then?" Jenny insisted, swaying, drunkenly. "Wha'?" Hick! Barbara blinked at her, owlishly. "Thish Ba' costume. Lez see you wearin' it!" "Nooooo!" Barbara shook her head, vehemently. Jen continued to stare at her, with a lopsided grin. "Are you sure? Well... a'right then, if you insist! Hang on a sec, while I go put it on!" Barbara handed Jenny her wine glass and staggered to her feet, before lurching off toward the bedroom. -oOo- "Tra-la!" Barbara exclaimed, stepping back out of the bedroom, throwing both arms high into the air, and executing a rapid, unsteady twirl. Jenny stared at Barbara, and immediately began to grow aroused. Barbara's costume clung to her shapely curves like a second skin, and was so sheer Jen could clearly see the brief black thong that barely managed to cover Barbara's sex. It was her only item of underwear. Her dark areolas and prominent nipples were clearly visible on her jiggling, unsupported breasts. Barbara's long, shapely legs were encased in black vinyl thigh-boots, complete with platform soles and spiky heels. On her arms were long fingerless gloves, that reached up to her armpits. On her head, she wore a Bat-mask and cowl, complete with flame-red wig. "You like?" Batgirl did another twirl, a risky maneuver even for a sober person, in those sky-high heels. "Whoops!" Barbara lost her balance and tumbled onto the sofa, landing, sprawled out, across Jenny's lap. "Shilly me!" she slurred, gazing up at Jen and smiling, crookedly. Sparrow's left hand strayed to Barbara's heaving left breast, caressing it, then squeezing the nipple through the sheer, clinging material, causing it to instantly peak and harden. "God, you look sooo sexy, Barbara!" she murmured, suddenly stone cold sober. She bent forward, and her lips met Barbara's, and their tongues entwined. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Jenny's right hand slipped between Barbara's lewdly spread thighs, and her stiffened fingers rubbed against the small triangle of black, clinging material at her junction. "Oh, yes, yes, yessss!" Barbara gasped, as their erotic kiss ended, and their mouths broke apart. "Please make love to me, Jen!" -oOo- The two naked women clung to each other in Barbara's bed, thighs entwined, their wet, sticky pubes pressing against each other, their eager lips never far apart. Jenny sighed, happily. "Now wasn't that better than any sleeping pill?" she murmured, followed by a girlish giggle. "Mmmm!" Barbara murmured, her eyes tight shut, a contented smile on her full lips, enjoying the sensation of Jennifer's hard, erect nipples fencing with her own aching teats. It was morning, and the two girls had just spent a night of unbridled passion together, before dropping off into the exhausted sleep of the sexually sated. "God, you feel all sticky and disgusting!" Barbara said, her eyes flying open. "Time you were cleaned up!" She rolled Jenny over, until the blonde was underneath her, then burrowed under the bed sheets until she was lying on top of her lover, with her face up against Jennifer's crotch. Her tongue poked out, and began to lick at the sticky girl-cum coating Jenny's pudenda and inner thighs, at the same time lowering her own pussy over Jen's upturned face. "Aaaahh!" Jenny gasped with pleasure at the sensation, writhing her hips. "That feels soooh good!" she groaned, aware of Barbara's own crotch hovering mere centimeters from her face. Her nostrils flared, at the smell of arousal. Suddenly, the delicious tactile sensations stopped. "Well, aren't you going to return the compliment?" mewled a muffled voice, in a slightly miffed tone. "Wha'? Oh yeah, sure... sorry!" Jenny replied, guiltily, blushing slightly. She craned her neck up, and laved her tongue along the full length of Barbara's glistening twat, eliciting a low moan of satisfaction. "Aaaaaahhh!" Both girls set to work, licking and cleaning the sticky secretions from each other's pubic region and inner thighs, interspersed with numerous girlish gasps and giggles, and much erotic wiggling. Suddenly, there was the sound of the doorbell, and a muffled voice called out, "Barbara, are you in there? It's your father! Please let me in, dear, you've left the catch on!" Barbara's tousled mop of red hair popped out from under the sheets, and she brushed it from her eyes, fresh cum glistening on her lips and chin. "Darn, it's daddy!" she gasped, her eyes widening with fright. "Quick, grab everything and hide in the closet! I shall have to go and answer the door!" She swung her long lithe legs off the bed, and quickly pulled on a short terrycloth robe, that had been draped over the one bedpost. The doorbell chimed again, insistently. "Hurry!" Barbara hissed at her grinning companion, as she exited the bedroom, tying the cord about her slim waist. "Coming Daddy!" she called, running a hand through her mussed up hair. "Damn, I must look disgusting!" she muttered to herself, angrily. She hurried across the living room, and proceeded to unfasten the various security chains and bolts that her father had insisted she have installed, before opening the catch, and swinging the heavy steel door inward. "Hello Daddy!" she exclaimed, forcing a dazzling smile, as she gazed at the stern visage of the Commissioner of Police. "What brings you around here, at this unearthly hour of the morning?" Jim Gordon stared at the unkempt state of his only daughter, with a jaundiced eye, and shook his head, sorrowfully. "Barbara, you look a terrible mess dear!" he chided. "Have you been eating a melon or something, your chin is soaked in juice?" "What? Oh, yeah, er, sorry daddy. I was just raiding the freezer for an early morning snack!" she mumbled, thinking on her feet. She hurriedly wiped off much of the glistening mess, with the back of her hand. "Better come on in, or I'll catch my death of cold, standing in this drafty doorway!" she added, cheerfully. Jim Gordon blinked, as his daughter spun around, catching a glimpse of red-brown pubic curls, as the front of her short robe parted for an instant, at the bottom. "Are you naked underneath that robe, dear?" he enquired, anxiously. "You know how I keep telling you to wear a sensible nightie in bed. You'll catch pneumonia, if you're not careful!" "Sorry, Daddy!" Barbara replied, fluttering her eyelashes and grinning at his obvious concern, as she sat on the sofa, and demurely smoothed the front of her robe down over the tops of her thighs. "Come, sit down by me, Daddy?" she added, patting the seat next to her. "No, I'm not staying long, dear!" her father replied, gravely, standing over her, hands clasped behind his back. "I only popped in to warn you that the evil master-criminal, The Joker, has escaped from Arkham Asylum, and is on the prowl again... Oh, and to remind you that you promised to drop by for dinner next Sunday evening!" Barbara clutched at the collar of her robe, theatrically. "Oh my! The good citizens of Gotham City, won't be able to sleep soundly in their beds, until that evil maniac is safely back behind bars!" she gasped, wide-eyed. "Exactly, but I've got the Dynamic Duo and Batgirl on the case, thank goodness! With the help of the Bat-computer, I'm sure they will be able to predict his next heist, and apprehend him, before any innocent citizens are maimed or injured?" "That certainly helps to put my mind at..." Barbara began. Her voice trailed away, as Jenny stepped into the living room, rubbing her damp mop of blonde hair on a towel. A second fluffy towel was wrapped around her wet, otherwise naked torso. "Oh, hello, Commissioner Gordon!" she exclaimed brightly, giving him a broad smile. "I was taking a shower, and didn't hear you arrive." Jim Gordon blinked, trying not to show his surprise, at her unexpected entrance. "Um, ah, hello Ms. Goodbody, ah, Jennifer! I didn't realize that Barbara had anyone staying over!" He turned back to his daughter. "You didn't mention it, Barbara, dear!" "Barbara went a bright red. "It, ah, slipped my mind, Daddy!" she said, lamely. Jenny sat down on the sofa next to Barbara, and crossed her legs, causing the towel to ride up, and doing a more than passable impression of that Sharon Stone scene in the movie, 'Basic Instinct'. James Gordon's eyebrows nearly shot off the top of his head, as he caught a flash of pink, nestling between sparse blonde pubic curls, and he burst into a fit of coughing. "Barbara kindly insisted that I stay the night," Jenny explained, demurely, when his coughing fit had subsided. "I'm afraid I drank a little too much wine last night, and was in no fit state to drive home, afterwards!" "Ah, I see, but where did you...?" "Barbara kindly put me up on the couch," Jenny replied, anticipating the rest of his question. Jim Gordon nodded, soberly. "Probably the best thing, what with that fiend The Joker roaming the streets!" "What?" Jenny exclaimed. "Yes, the grinning maniac has escaped from the high security wing of Arkham Asylum, once again!" Barbara explained, with a grimace. "Oh, my goodness!" Jennifer gasped, in her best little girl voice, clutching at her breast. "No need to get upset, my dear," exclaimed the Commissioner, red-faced. Any show of feminine emotions always embarrassed him. "Between Gotham's Finest and the Caped Crusaders, we will soon have the Clown Prince of Crime back behind bars, where he belongs!" "Let's all hope so!" Muttering his goodbyes to the two young women, Jim Gordon turned and hurried from the apartment. As soon as the door closed behind him, the two girls hugged each other and burst into a uncontrolled fit of giggling. Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 08 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Adventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of Silence Chapter 8: Passion's Manacles Eventually, the two girls had dragged themselves off to work, Jenny borrowing one of Barbara's sober business outfits, rather than having to sneak back to her apartment, to get changed first. Luckily, her vital statistics were almost the same as those of the shapely redhead, so the clothes fitted her pretty well, even if they were a little on the dowdy side, for her taste. The two women saw little of each other, during the working day, mainly due to Barbara having to supervise the arrival and installation into a high security display cabinet, of one of the earliest surviving books in the world; a hand-written tomb of twelfth-century monastic life in rural England, in pristine condition. The book had recently been auctioned at Sotherby's of London, for over three million dollars, and purchased by a rich local philanthropist. It had been nicknamed the 'Glastonbury Tome' by the world press. The Gotham City Central Library, specifically Barbara, had had to arrange for extra guards to be hired, for 'round the clock' security, during the month it was to be on display to the general public. Satisfied with the arrangements, Barbara nodded and smiled at the two uniformed guards. "I shall leave you gentlemen to your duties!" she said. She turned to leave. "Our head of security should be along shortly, to check out all the safe-guards, Have a nice day!" -oOo- About mid-afternoon, Brad Fleming strolled into Barbara's office without bothering to knock first. "The security cameras are all in place around the exhibit," he announced, smugly. "If anyone tries to get their hands on that book, we shall capture the whole thing on video!" Barbara looked up from the manuscript she was working on, and peered at him over the top of her spectacles. "Thank you, Bradley! I'm sure everything will be working perfectly, when the exhibition opens tomorrow morning?" she said, with a slight smile on her lips. "Yeah, those infra-red alarm beams should take care of any attempt to steal it, not to mention those two beefy security guards!" Brad added, with a grin. "Oh, by the way, are these yours by any chance, Ms. Gordon?" As he spoke, he pulled an item from his pocket, and dropped it onto the desktop. With a thrill of alarm, Barbara recognized her missing panties. "Er, ah, no, no of course not!" she blustered, going a bright shade of pink. "What on Earth made you think they were mine?" "I, ah, I found them in that storeroom that you and Ms. Goodbody were in, yesterday! Maybe they are hers?" "Of course they aren't Ms. Goodbody's!" Barbara snapped, before getting hold of her nerves. "They... They could belong to... to just about anyone! Anyone female, that is," she added, quickly. "Funny, 'cause when I found them, they were still warm... and damp," he murmured, giving her a knowing wink. "Well they DON'T belong to either of us!" Barbara blustered, blushing even deeper. "I suggest you take them away and throw them in the nearest trash can!" "Hmm? No, I think I'll hang onto them a little longer," Brad replied, stuffing the flimsy item of underwear back into his pocket. "You never know, the owner might still want to reclaim them?" He was secretly elated. Barbara's reaction had been that of a guilty person, and had only confirmed his earlier suspicions. -oOo- Arriving home, Barbara wearily let herself into her apartment, and carefully locked and bolted the heavy door behind her. The last thing she wanted was any unwelcome visitors. As she stripped off her coat and walked into the bedroom, her mind dwelt on the vision of Cyril Smallpiece looming over her, a big grin on his weasel face, as she knelt before him, and meekly began to slide his impressive penis in and out of her widely-stretched mouth. Surprisingly, she did not experience the feeling of utter revulsion that she'd expected. In a weird sort of way, it had been quite exciting, to be dominated by the puny little crook; to be treated like a mindless whore; to be forced to comply to his sexual demands. She shuddered, and shook her head, as she stripped off her blouse and skirt, in preparation for a refreshing shower. "I really am becoming a bit of a slut!" she admonished herself, painfully aware that her nipples had peaked and hardened, as she unhooked her bra. She'd been amazed at how quickly she'd adapted to the hot throbbing shaft, forcing its way deep into her throat, as he pumped his hips back and forth. She felt herself growing wet, as she recalled his hot cum spurting down her throat, and how she'd eagerly gulped the gooey stuff down. Red-faced with shame, she perched her shapely derriere on the edge of the bed, and removed her stockings and panties, then hurried into the bathroom to take a shower. "I wonder if he will return, and demand yet more sexual favors?" she asked herself, as she stepped under the warm, welcoming spray, and started soaping her naked body. She experienced a thrill of foreboding, or was it anticipation? "Or will he carry out his threat, and reveal Batgirl's secret identity to the world?" She shuddered at this awful possibility. After she had soaped her body clean, Barbara rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, before drying herself on a large fluffy bath-towel. Humming a tune to herself, she stepped back into the bedroom, rubbing her still-damp hair dry on the towel. She came to an abrupt halt. "Wha...?" she gasped, shocked by the sight that greeted her eyes. Lying sprawled out on her bed, completely naked apart from his ankle socks, was none other than Cyril Smallpiece, one hand casually stroking his stiff erection. He gave her a broad grin. "Hi there, Bat-babe!" he greeted, cheerfully. "You sure took your time over that there shower. You been gettin' yourself off, babe?" "How... How did you get in here?" Barbara gasped, clutching the towel in front of her naked torso. "The same way that I got in the first time," he explained, grinning at her display of modesty. "What do you want?" Barbara asked, with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "You KNOW what I want, sweet cheeks," he murmured, with a confident grin. "My reward for keeping my mouth shut!" "I-I'm not going to suck your cock again!" snapped Barbara, blushing a deep red at the recollection. "As if I'd ask you to do anything you didn't REALLY want to do," he chided, with a hurt expression on his weasel-like features. "No, I just wanted you to play with this little toy that I found in one of your drawers!" He held up a pair of shiny police handcuffs. "Apparently, you're into the bondage scene, Ms. Gordon?" Barbara's shoulders slumped. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, in a small, resigned voice. "Just stretch out on the bed, with your hands above your head," he replied, innocently. "Minus that towel, of course! A superb figure like yours shouldn't be hidden out of sight!" He sat up and slid off the side of the bed, watching as Barbara hesitantly pulled away the towel and took his place, then stretched out on her back, with her arms above her head. "W-What are you going to do to me?" she gasped, in a frightened voice. "Nothing much! I'm just gonna try out these cuffs on you," he murmured, leaning over and snapping one cuff about her right wrist, before slipping the chain and the other cuff, behind one of the ornamental, vertical bars of the headboard, then clamping the second cuff about her left wrist. "There, now doesn't that feel real good," he asked, with a grin, "knowing you are now helpless, and completely at my mercy?" Barbara tugged at the restraints, and felt her excitement mounting. "No! I-I mean yes," she gasped, as his hands closed over her naked breasts, fondling them, before flicking her nipples into hard, aching erection. "Uuuhh, aaahhh!" she gasped, writhing with pleasure. "No, please, you shouldn't! We mustn't!" "Now, you know you love it," he murmured, climbing astride her supine form, and leaning over, to kiss her passionately on her panting mouth, while tweaking her nipples between fingers and thumbs. She could feel his stiff cock pressing against her quivering belly, as she squirmed beneath him. "Unnngh, arrgghh!" she gasped into his mouth, arching her back up off the bed, while tugging at her manacles. He broke this kiss, and stared into her big green eyes. "You know what I'm going to do next, don't you, my little sex slave?" he whispered. She nodded, wide-eyed, offering no resistance, as his one hand slid down over her trembling stomach, and he began to rub stiffened fingers up against her rapidly moistening sex. "Oh my!" she gasped, closing her eyes, her hips rising up off the mattress to meet his hand, her thighs parting, involuntarily. "Aaaahhhh! Please..." As he rubbed and tweaked her swollen clit, and slid a couple of fingers inside her twat, testing her wetness, her eyes flew open, accusingly. "Well c'mon you bastard," she hissed, "if you're going to rape me, then get on with it!" "Oh no," he retorted, shaking his head, and removing his hand from her crotch, "nobody can accuse Cyril Smallpiece of raping anybody! You want this as much as I do! You know you do! Ask me to fuck you nicely, bitch, and I might just oblige?" "Nooooo!" "Beg me, slut!" "Make love to me, you bastard!" she cried, in sheer frustration, tugging at her cuffs, as she became more and more aroused. "That wasn't very nice, now was it?" he murmured, disapprovingly. "Ask me again, politely!" "Pleassse make love to me!" she groaned, turning her face away from him, ashamed to look him in the eyes. "What was that? I didn't quite catch what you said, whore!" "I... I said please, please screw me," Barbara panted, her face and upper chest red with embarrassment, tears glistening in her big green eyes, as she writhed her hips. "You really WANT me to shove my big fat cock up your slutty little twat?" he murmured, enjoying her obvious embarrassment. "Yes, yes! Oh, please... YESSSSSS! Stop torturing me, you.... Aaaahhhh!" She gave a loud gasp of pleasure, as he slid the head of his penis past the puffy outer labia of her sex, and eased himself deep within her. "Oh yes, yes, that feels soo good!" she gasped, as he began to slide himself in and out of her vagina, his hands clutching at her buttocks, to help pull her onto him, each time he sank all the way into her eager vagina. "Yes, yes, yes, yes..." she gasped, as he slipped into a smooth, rhythmical fucking action. "God, but you're tight!" Cyril panted, delightedly, as he felt her vaginal muscles clenching about his slick throbbing shaft, trying to keep him inside her, every time he partially withdrew, always careful to keep the bulbous head of his organ inside her pussy, before he plunged back into her depths again. He gradually increased his tempo, sensing her approaching orgasm, even as he neared his own climax. Her breath changed to short panting gasps, as he continued to piston into her. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...." "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..." His own efforts were now accompanied by low, animal grunts, as he plunged into her, faster and faster. He could feel his climax rapidly approaching, as the pressure seemed to build in his balls. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" he gasped, plunging into her depths one last time, then ejaculating his hot spunk deep into her womb, in several thick, powerful spurts. "Aaaaahhhhh!" As Barbara felt the first spurt of cum splatter against the walls of her vulva, her cunt began to spasm, as it triggered her own much needed orgasm. "Aaaagghh! Nnnngghh!" she gasped, through gritted teeth, arching her whole torso upward, as she started to cum, ramming her pelvis up to meet his. As the spasms subsided, she sank back down onto the mattress, and Cyril collapsed on top of her, both breathing, heavily. "That was the best fuck I've ever had," he finally gasped, rolling off her, to lie beside her on the bed, with a satisfied smirk on his weasel face. "Rapist!" she retorted, a dreamy smile on her lips, her head thrown back against the pillow, both eyes squeezed tight shut. Cyril climbed off the bed, and went into the bathroom to relieve his bladder, before cleaning himself up. When he returned, he pulled on his clothes, while staring at the naked, manacled woman, still sprawled out lewdly on the bed, fresh cum glistening on her belly and upper thighs, her wet pubic hair plastered against her mons. She opened her eyes, and stared back at him, defiantly. "I hope this is going to buy your silence?" she enquired, ironically. "For the time being!" he replied, with a low chuckle. "For the time being, my pretty little slut!" He glanced at his watch. "Well, I have to be going now, babe! A guy has to earn a dishonest dollar!" "Hey, aren't you going to release me from these damned handcuffs?" Barbara protested, squirming and tugging at her bonds, to no avail. "Hell, no! You're the famous crime-fighter and detective, after all! I'm sure you'll eventually figure out a way to free yourself from those cuffs?" he replied, with another chuckle. "Bye now!" With that, he disappeared out through the bedroom door, back into the living room, before exiting through the open window. "Come back you bastard, you can't leave me like this!" Barbara cried, writhing in exasperation and arching her spine up off the bed. "God, what if Daddy drops by and finds me like this?" she thought, falling back onto the sheets, fresh tears glistening on her cheeks. -oOo- It was almost three-hours later, after contorting her body like an Olympic gymnast, and chaffing her wrists almost red-raw, in an attempt to free herself, that Barbara finally discovered the key to the handcuffs, under her pillow, where her blackmailer had left it, together with a neatly folded slip of notepaper. "Highly amusing!" she hissed, through gritted teeth, as she maneuvered the key into the lock of her left cuff, and it sprang open, with a satisfying click. She quickly unlocked the other cuff, and rubbed her bruised and chaffed wrists, keenly aware of her throbbing, abused pussy. Despite her helplessness, or perhaps because of it, it had been the best sex she'd ever had with a guy, she admitted to herself, begrudgingly. She climbed off the bed, and staggered into the bathroom for another shower. "At least I won't get pregnant," she muttered, darkly, as she stepped under the cleansing spray. In her roll as The Batgirl, she'd always ensured that she regularly took a contraceptive pill, just in case she ended up being raped or gang-banged by one or more of her criminal advisories. Now her precautions were finally starting to pay off! -oOo- When she'd dried herself, and eaten a cold snack from the refrigerator, Barbara dragged herself back into the bedroom, to ready herself for her evening patrol. On a whim, she took out the kinky Bat-costume that Smallpiece had supplied, and slipped on the sheer black body stocking, without bothering to put on the thong first. She then sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled on the black thigh-length plastic boots, and zipped up the full-length zips, so that they molded themselves around her long, shapely legs. Finally, she pulled on the Bat-mask and cowl. She stood, and swayed over to the dresser mirror, on the towering stiletto-heels, and placing her hands on her hips, assumed her famous Batgirl stance. Her dark areolas and narrow triangle of pubic hair, were clearly visible through the sheer, clinging material of the costume, and she watched her nipples harden and peak, at the sight. "Am I sexy, or what?" she growled, huskily, as she ran her hands down over her firm, out-thrust breasts, before letting one hand stray down to her pussy, and gently massage it. "Mmm, that feels real good!" she murmured, closing her eyes, and gently rocking on her spiky heels. "Maybe I should go out on patrol like this, and give the low-life scum of Gotham a real eyeful?" She gave a loud sigh, and opened her eyes again, staring at her image. "Don't be stupid!" she growled. "You'd be more likely to start a riot, than to stop one, you little idiot!" Suddenly, her eyes alighted on the neatly folded piece of writing paper, on the dressing table, where she'd tossed it, unopened. She opened it out, and read the short message it contained: Well done, Bat-babe. I knew you'd figure out how to get free, eventually, and I know how you get your rocks off, with the whole bondage scene. I've left a little reward for you, in the top drawer of your dresser, sweet-cheeks. I INSIST that you wear them to work tomorrow! They will make you feel real sexy, under those drab external work clothes that you insist on wearing. Love and kisses, Cyril. Barbara frowned, and pulled open the drawer. Inside was a bulky plastic bag. She took it out and emptied out the contents onto the bed. It contained a pair of black, spiky-heeled shoes, a pair of sheer, black, lacy-topped stockings, and a pair of black lace panties. She picked up the panties, and held them up to the light. She blushed. They were crotchless! "Damn him!" she swore. Barbara decided to drive over to the Bat-cave, and find out whether the Dynamic Duo had got any leads on the whereabouts of the Joker? -oOo- "Hey, guys!" Batgirl greeted, cheerfully, as she slid down the Bat-pole into the Bat-cave below stately Wayne Manor. "Alfred said you were both down here, messing around!" Batman and Robin both looked up from where they had been crouched over the Bat-computer. "We are NOT messing around," retorted Batman, a little pompously. "Hey, Batgirl, what brings you to the Bat-cave?" greeted the Boy Wonder. "I take it you've heard that Jack Napier has escaped from Arkham again?" Barbara growled. "Yes, Police Commissioner Gordon informed us of that unfortunate fact," replied Batman, nodding gravely. "We've just been running the Joker's typical modus operandi through the Bat-computer, trying to determine where he might be holed-up, or what his next diabolical criminal caper might be, so that we can catch the Clown Prince of Crime red-handed, but without success, so-far!" Batgirl sighed, loudly. "Wouldn't it be a whole lot simpler to make a list of all Gotham's currently available super-valuable items, that are likely to tempt the Joker and his henchmen into stealing them?" she retorted, placing her hands on her hips, in her classic Batgirl pose. "Well, er... well, perhaps!" admitted the Caped Crusader, reluctantly, coloring slightly. "Holy Ingenuity!" exclaimed the Boy Wonder, smacking one gloved fist into the palm of the other hand. "Why didn't we think of that, Batman?" Without a word, Batman tapped the relevant parameters into the search engine of the Bat-computer's criminal database. "Yes, why didn't I?" he muttered, under his breath. Batgirl peered over his shoulder. "Why don't you try Google?" she suggested, with a mischievous glint in her eye. Stay tuned for further erotic adventures of the Dark Damsel, same time, same Bat-channel! Er, Chapter 9 coming soon! Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 09 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 9: The Lewd Librarian Barbara squirmed on the chair behind her office desk, acutely aware that underneath her smart, dark-blue, woolen business suit, she was wearing sexy black stockings, and a pair of crotchless panties. The six-inch stilettos on her feet, had already caused a few raised eyebrows in the library, that morning. Barbara Gordon was renown for wearing sensible, if dull, work clothes, and that included sensible, comfortable footwear. She'd deliberated, long and hard, on whether to wear the sexy underwear, or to totally ignore Smallpiece's outrageous demands, but then, for some inexplicable reason, she'd slipped the crotchless panties and stockings on, and posed in front of her dressing table mirror. She'd felt a thrill of excitement, as she eased apart her thighs, and her dark-red pubic hair, came into view, quickly followed by a glimpse of pink, glistening pussy flesh. It certainly gave her a real sexual charge, knowing that her colleagues were totally unaware of her sexy undies! Barbara had been quizzed by Jenny, earlier that morning, and she'd reluctantly admitted to her friend that Smallpiece had returned to her apartment and forced her to have sex with him. She'd refused to go into graphic detail when pressed, and had certainly suppressed the fact that she'd quite enjoyed the whole experience. She'd also deliberately avoided revealing that she was wearing kinky underwear, since Jenny would have insisted on inspecting it, close up and personal, at the earliest opportunity. As expected, Jennifer had gotten real mad at her, but Barbara had insisted that her friend keep out of it, and that she was in perfect control of the situation. Nevertheless, the young blonde had left, shaking her head, and cursing, under her breath. Barbara recollected how she'd pleaded with the puny cat burglar to make love to her, and blushed deeply. She remembered how his big, fat cock had pumped in and out, in and out, of her tight, clinging pussy, bringing her unsurpassed pleasure; how she'd clenched her vaginal muscles about his hard slick shaft, milking his penis, until he'd spurted his hot, feral load deep into her vulva; how it had gone into uncontrolled spasms, as she finally attained her own much-needed climax; how she'd arched her spine up off the bed, ramming her hips up to meet each powerful thrust, crying out with unrestrained animal lust. "Good morning, Ms. Gordon!" "Huh?" With a guilty start, Barbara jerked her hand out from under her skirt, where she'd been absently masturbating to her sexual recollections, rubbing stiffened fingers against the puffy outer labia of her unprotected pussy. "I said 'good morning'!" repeated Brad Fleming, with a broad grin, seeing the startled look on the librarian's face. Luckily for Barbara, her desk had hidden what she had been doing, from his inquisitive gaze. "Oh, ah, good morning, Bradley! You, ah, you startled me. I, um, I must have been daydreaming?" "Yeah, you sure were, Ms. Gordon! It looked like you was suffering from an acute bout of stomach ache, at the same time! Ah well, gotta be going! Gotta make sure those electronic safeguards are all working, for the new exhibit! See you around!" "Oh, er, yes, you do that Brad! Bye!" Barbara replied, anxious to get rid of him, as quickly as possible, so she could clean the stickiness from the fingers of her right hand. -oOo- It was about mid-afternoon, when Barbara had an unexpected guest drop into her office. "Hi there, babe!" exclaimed Cyril, plopping his bony ass on the corner of Barbara's desk, while grinning from ear to ear, like a Cheshire cat. "What the hell are you doing here, Smallpiece?" she hissed, trying to keep the note of panic out of her voice, while peering around, guiltily, to see if anyone else had observed his entrance. "This part of the library is off-limits to the general public, you idiot! Please go away! You could get me into a whole lot of trouble!" Smallpiece chuckled. "Yeah, I haven't been taking any precautions, have I?" Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Say, I hope you're on the pill, sweet-cheeks? We don't want you getting pregnant, now do we? What would the Batgirl fan club think, if their sexy heroine showed up eight-months gone?" Barbara blushed, deeply. "Keep your voice down, you… you idiot!" she hissed. "Anyway, I was already taking the pill, long before I ever met you, so you needn't worry on that score!" "Oh, I wasn't worried, sugar," Cyril replied, with a dry chuckle. "I'm sure DADDY would be only to ready to pay for an abortion, if it meant protecting his darling daughter's unblemished reputation?" he added, reaching out and placing a hand on her knee. "Filthy pig!" Barbara hissed, vehemently, but made no attempt to brush his hand away. Cyril ran his hand up her leg, to the hem of her skirt. "Are you wearing the little presents that I left you, as instructed?" he murmured, slipping his hand further up her silky, stocking-covered thigh, beneath the hem of the skirt. "Stop it! Someone may come in," she gasped, pushing his hand away. "And, yes, yes I am wearing them! That's what you wanted, wasn't it, only heaven knows why?" "Because they make you feel all sexy and sinful, knowing that your fellow workers are unaware of what's underneath that drab, boring Assistant Head Librarian exterior! Isn't that right, babe?" "Yes damn it, YES!" she gasped, blushing with shame, at her admission. "And because I've decided that I want to fuck you right here in the library!" Cyril added, almost nonchalantly. "WHAT? You… You must be insane!" gasped Barbara, going a deathly pale. He smiled, and reached forward to slide his hand up under her skirt, to cup her hot, moist mons. "You know you want it, don't you… Batgirl?" he murmured. Barbara gasped, as his fingers brushed against her swollen labia, and she belatedly clamped her knees together. "Please, not here, someone will come in and find us at it!" she groaned, squirming her ass on the chair. Cyril reluctantly removed his hand. "Where then?" he growled, slightly annoyed. Barbara swallowed hard, and brushed down the hem of her rumpled skirt, trying to gather her scattered wits. "I, ah… There's a storeroom just along the corridor, that we can use." Jumping to her feet, she grabbed his hand, and dragged him from the office, before someone came along and spotted them. "It's just along here," she gasped, peering around, to see if they had been observed. "No-one will disturb us in there. There's a key, so we can lock the door, for complete privacy!" "Sounds good," he replied, reaching up with his free hand, to squeeze her breast, through the thin material of her blouse. Barbara gave a low groan of arousal. "Please… not here!" she gasped. It was only when they were inside the storeroom, and Barbara had closed the door behind them, and lent back against it, that she let out a loud sigh of relief. "We should be safe in…" Her words trailed away, as she turned to lock the door. The key was missing from the lock. "Drat!" "What is it?" Cyril asked, running both hands over her shapely, miniskirt clad derriere. She twisted around into his arms. "The door key, it… it's missing!" she gasped, wide-eyed. "We will just have to take a risk then," he replied, with an amused grin on his rodent features. "Now, take off your blouse and skirt, I want to see what you look like in my presents!" Barbara licked her dry lips and nodded. Her fingers quickly unbuttoned her shirt, and she shrugged it off, revealing her naked breasts, in all their glory. His presents hadn't included a bra, so she'd assumed that she wasn't to wear one. Her nipples were already standing out, hard and firm, a clear indication of her high state of arousal, as if it wasn't already obvious. She fumbled with the rear zip of her skirt, before pushing it down over her hips, and letting it drop about her ankles, then quickly stepping out of it, to stand in front of him, legs slightly apart, in just her shoes, stockings and panties. "Well, what do you think?" she asked, huskily. Cyril finished unzipping his pants, and pulled out his already erect cock, hefting it in his right hand before replying. "Nice, very nice," he murmured, catching a glimpse of succulent pink, through the dark thatch of pubic curls. He stepped forward, and ran his hands over her firm, rounded breasts, gently hefting them in his palms, before flicking her erect nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Barbara gasped with pleasure. He leant in and kissed her gently on the lips, maintaining eye contact the whole time. "Now turn around and brace yourself, hands against the wall, and legs astride!" he ordered, quietly. His foreplay technique left a lot to be desired. Barbara gulped and nodded, then turned to face the wall, placing her hands well apart, at about shoulder height, while shuffling her heels further apart. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, as her arousal grew. "Wider," Cyril ordered, "and push that shapely ass out high in the air!" Barbara, licked her suddenly dry lips, and complied, feeling his hands on her hips, as he guided his erection toward its glistening pink target, clearly exposed by her crotchless lacy underwear. "Ooohhh!" she gasped, as she felt the head of his penis nuzzling at the entrance to her already sopping pussy. "Now beg me for it!" he whispered in her ear, taking a firm grip of her hips. Barbara felt a flush of humiliation, but she knew that she wanted his cock, more than anything else in the world, at that moment. "Screw me, you bastard!" she snarled, through clenched teeth. He chuckled. "Tut, tut! Such unladylike language!" he admonished, with a smirk. "Unngghhh!" Her tits slammed against the wall, as he suddenly plunged into her eager snatch, catching her by surprise. "Brace yourself!" he admonished, pulling her ass back onto his cock, as he skewered her fully, then easing back out, until just the bulbous head of his cock remained lodged between her tightly-stretched pussy lips. "Yes, yess, yessss!" Barbara cried, as he started to piston in and out of her well-lubricated sheath, her pussy muscles contracting about his thick shaft, with each partial withdrawal. "Oh, yes, yesssss! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…" -oOo- Brad Fleming happened to glance up from the electronic schematic diagram he had been studying, and his eyes bulged, as he saw the display on the computer monitor. It was a view of the storeroom where he'd set up the hidden CCTV camera, and it showed two people in there; a man and a woman. The man was a total stranger, but he instantly recognized the female. It was Barbara Gordon! What's more, she was as near as damn-it buck naked, wearing just stockings and panties, and the guy was fucking into her from behind, like a man possessed! "Holy Shit!" he gasped, peering closer. "The stuck-up bitch is fucking some guy, and enjoying every second, by the look of it? Now I've finally got you where I want you, Miss 'high and fuckin' mighty' Gordon!" He jumped up from his chair, and headed for the storeroom, as fast as his legs would take him. -oOo- Barbara was gasping out loud, with each powerful thrust into her pussy, feeling her orgasm rapidly approaching. "Harder, harder, you bastard!" she groaned, tossing her head from side to side, and arching her spine, her nipples standing out from her tight breasts, like twin ICBMs emerging from underground silos. Cyril grinned, determined to satisfy his pet slut. He could feel his cum churning in his taut balls, as he approached his climax. "Brace yourself, bitch," he panted, "I'm just about to shoot my load!" Bang! Bang! Bang! "Open up!" called the angry voice of Brad Fleming. "I know you're in there!" The doorknob started to turn. Barbara's eyes flew wide open, and she spun around, even as a startled Cyril was withdrawing his penis from her sopping cunt. "Help me! Please help me?" she cried out, at the top of her voice, at the same time bringing her one knee up, with all her might, and slamming it into the startled Smallpiece's crotch. "Yeowwww!" he screeched, doubling up and crumpling to the floor, even as the door flew inward, almost bursting off its hinges, and Brad stumbled in. "Oh Brad, Brad, thank goodness you arrived when you did!" Barbara sobbed, throwing her arms around the confused man's neck, and deliberately pressing her naked breasts up against his chest. "Er, what's going on here?" Brad asked, frowning, taking in the sight of the moaning man squirming on the floor, clutching his balls, with his pants about his knees, while acutely aware of the near-naked, sobbing female, clinging to him like a leech. "He… He was j-just about to rape me, Brad!" Barbara gasped, tears streaming from her big green eyes. "When you banged on the door, I took my chance, and kneed the pig in the testicles!" "Who is this guy?" demanded Brad, frowning. From what he'd observed on the video camera, the rape had been well under way, before he arrived. "I-I don't know? I've never seen him before! He just grabbed me, outside in the corridor, held a knife to my throat, then forced me in here! Then he made me strip, and told me he was going to rape me! Thank God you arrived in time, Brad! I'm sure he was going to slit my throat, once he'd had his evil way with me?" As she lied to Brad, Barbara squirmed her body against his, acutely aware of the hard bulge in his pants. "You poor thing!" Brad murmured, completely taken in by her act, stroking her long red hair sympathetically, unaware of the smile that briefly touched her full lips. Barbara gazed up at him, through tear-filled eyes, a look of misery on her face. "How can I ever thank you?" she gasped, raising her face to his. Next moment, she was kissing him, passionately, and Brad found himself kissing her back. Suddenly, the door slammed wide open, and Brad broke off the kiss, to see the rapist hot-footing it along the hallway, tugging his pants up about his waist as he ran. He turned to give chase, but somehow managed to stumble over Barbara's outstretched foot, and tumble to the ground. By the time he'd regained his feet, the stranger had disappeared from view, around a bend in the corridor. "Damn, he's getting away, the bastard!" he swore. "You'd better get dressed, Ms. Gordon, while I alert security!" With that, Brad ran out of the room. Barbara smiled, smugly, to herself. "Thanks to my quick-thinking, I may just have gotten away with it?" she thought. Then her face fell. "Oh God, what will Smallpiece do next?" she wondered. "Will the bastard reveal Batgirl's secret identity to the world, and end two promising careers?" -oOo- As soon as Cyril was far enough away from the Gotham City Central Library to feel safe, he paused and lent back against the alley wall, panting heavily, and rubbing his badly bruised testicles through the material of his pants. "Bitch!" he snarled, angrily. "Nobody fucks with Cyril Smallpiece and gets away with it! It's time to make a heap of money from your closely guarded secret. After all, there's always plenty more fish in the sea, when you're loaded!" he reminded himself with a sneer, before stumbling on. -oOo- The news of Barbara's attempted rape went around the library employees like wildfire, and the Head Librarian, Mr. Peabody, called her into his office, to discuss the matter and to reassure her that procedures would be set into place to ensure that a similar incident could never occur again. "I insist that you have the rest of the day off, to recover from your harrowing ordeal, Barbara!" the Head Librarian announced, patting the back of her hand, fatherly, after listening to her version of events. "That's not really necessary…" Barbara began, blushing, prettily. "Nonsense! I insist! I'll see you bright and early in the morning!" he replied, waving aside her protests. Jennifer wanted to accompany Barbara back home, but the redhead insisted she would be all right, and that there was no need. Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 10 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Adventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of Silence Chapter 10: The Joker Intervenes As soon as she was back in her apartment, Barbara set about removing all evidence of her alter-ego's presence. She removed the secret switch and flex from under the dressing table, which opened up the secret entrance, after first removing all her sexual and bondage aids to the hidden passage beyond. The switch and flex had been held in position by Velcro pads, so there were no telltale screw holes remaining, after their removal. Evidence of the secret entrance should now be undetectable, to all but the most microscopically thorough examination of the apartment. Unfortunately, it also meant she would only be able to access the Bat-garage from outside the building, for the time being. She intended to fit one of those near undetectable infra-red electronic switches, at the earliest opportunity. She deliberately left the revealing Batgirl outfit that Smallpiece had provided, in the bottom drawer of her dresser. After all, no self-respecting genuine superheroine would wear such a sluttish, revealing costume. Barbara felt herself blushing at the thought. Suddenly, the telephone began to ring, causing Barbara to give a guilty start. "Goodness, my nerves are all on edge," she muttered, walking over and picking up the receiver. "Hello, Barbara Gordon speaking," she announced, in a tired voice. "Barbara, dear, are you all right?" enquired the familiar voice on the other end of the line. "I've only just heard! It's... It's almost unbelievable, and in a public place like the Gotham City Central Library!" Barbara smiled to herself, noting the anxiety in her father's voice. "It's all right daddy, I'm fine, honestly! One of my work colleagues stumbled upon us, before the swine could have his evil way with me, and between us, we managed to turn the tables on the pervert! Unfortunately, he managed to get away, in the confusion that followed." "Any clues as to his identity dear?" "No daddy, he was a total stranger! I'd never laid eyes on him, before today! He must have just wandered in off the streets, looking for his opportunity?" She didn't like to lie to her father, but she couldn't tell him the truth. "You poor thing! It must have been absolutely terrifying?" "It's not something I'd ever want to go through again, daddy, but I'm fine, honestly, apart from a couple of minor bruises!" "Do... Do you want to talk about it, dear? Get it off your chest, so to speak?" "Not really, daddy! It's still all too fresh in my mind. I promise to make a full statement to the police, in a day or two, when I'm feeling a little more like my normal self!" "You do that, dear! We don't want that sort of scum wandering the streets of Gotham any longer than necessary. He will only try to do the same thing again, with some other unsuspecting young woman!" "I promise, daddy!" "Do you want me to come over tonight, dear? I can cancel the speech that I was due to give to the Gotham branch of the 'Society for Fallen Women'!" Barbara tried not to giggle. She was tempted to ask him if they could send someone around to her place, to see what they could do for her. "It... It's okay, daddy, I prefer to be on my own," she replied. "I shall be fine, honestly! I think I'll retire early, with a glass of warm milk." "Very well, princess, if you're sure? You look after yourself! I'll call again tomorrow!" "'Night daddy!" "Goodnight, Barbara, dear!" Barbara waited for the click of the receiver being replaced, then hung up. She could expect other calls of a similar nature, from worried friends and neighbors, over the next few days. -oOo- Jack Napier, A.K.A. The Joker, sat back in his chair, with his feet resting on the battered old desk in front of him, shuffling a pack of playing cards, with the usual insane grin etched on his sickly pale features. His current hideout was in the basement of a sleazy downtown Gotham nightclub, 'The 69 Club', that mainly catered for lesbians and other female citizens with a similar sexual leaning. It was the near perfect cover for his base of operations. There was a knock at the door, and one of his aids, a six-feet six-inch tall giant of a man, who went by the name of Jake, entered. "Sorry to interrupt you, Joker, but there's a little runt upstairs, who says he's got some important information for you! Claims it's worth a whole lot of your dough!" The Joker sighed. "Probably some guy trying to rip me off?" he growled. "Still, I'm curious about how he managed to track me down? Escort him down here, will you Jake?" Jake grinned. "Sure thing, boss!" The giant turned, and lumbered from the room. -oOo- Meanwhile, Brad Fleming was sitting at his office desk, staring at the recording of the events that had taken place earlier, in the library storeroom, on his PC monitor. There had been something that didn't seem to ring true, about Barbara Gordon's story of her attempted rape? He lent forward, as he saw the door open, and Barbara Gordon enter the room, dragging the puny-looking rapist in behind her, by his one hand. She certainly wasn't acting like a reluctant victim, more like a willing participant. Brad watched the Assistant librarian lean back against the door, with what looked like a look of relief on her face? He saw her lips move, but unfortunately, there had been no microphone to pick up her words. Brad cursed this oversight, under his breath. The librarian turned to face the door, and the man reached out and caressed her ass, then she spun around to face him again, her lips moving, and a look of panic on her face. Brad chuckled to himself. "The bitch has just discovered that the key is missing from the lock!" he murmured. He patted his jacket pocket, where the key currently resided. The man seemed amused, as he spoke to her, and she immediately began to undress. Brad licked his lips. She seemed eager enough, and there was no sign of the so-called rapist's knife, threatening her life. Brad gasped, as the girl posed in front of the man, legs slightly apart, in just her shoes, stockings and... "Jeez, the slut's wearing open-crotch panties!" he gasped, aloud. He'd failed to notice that, when he'd burst in on them. It was clear that the girl's story about being forced into the storeroom at knifepoint was a complete fabrication. Meanwhile, the guy had pulled out his cock, before stepping forward to fondle the slut's tits, and then kiss her. It was clear that there was no reluctance on the Barbara's part. The man spoke, and the girl turned around and braced her hands against the wall, alongside the door, spreading her legs, and thrusting her ass back, causing the crotch of her panties to spread wide apart, and giving the guy easy access to her juicy cunt. Brad watched the man thrust his penis deep into the bitch's cunt, and start to fuck her hard and fast. "Saved you from being raped, huh?" he murmured, with a wide grin on his face. Barbara Gordon's face was contorted with pleasure, as she was well and truly screwed, her mouth silently crying out her pleasure, on the monitor screen. Suddenly, her eyes flew wide open with fear, and she cried out, while the man withdrew his penis, a look of panic on his face. "That must be when I pounded on the door?" Brad thought. The girl spun around, and kneed the guy in the bollocks, and he crumpled to the floor, in obvious agony. The door flew inward, and Brad saw his image stumble in, almost tripping over the so-called rapist. "Not my finest entrance," he acknowledged, good-humoredly. The girl, suddenly sobbing, threw her arms around Brad's neck, and pressing her naked breasts against his chest. "No wonder I almost fell for her line of bullshit," Brad growled, watching the slut squirm her sexy body up against his, a crafty smile on her lips. His cock had swiftly grown rock hard, as the slut started kissing him, passionately. Then the stranger staggered up off the floor, and made a break for the open doorway. Brad watched his image try to follow the man, only to be deliberately tripped up by the redhead. "Damn, you fell for that one," he cursed, under his breath. As his image exited the storeroom, and Barbara started to get dressed, Brad stopped the recording, and reclined back in his chair, hands behind his neck, a broad smile on his face. He could, of course, make this recording public, and ruin the reputation of that stuck-up whore, but he had a much better use for it! -oOo- Cyril Smallpiece eyed the Joker, nervously. He'd heard some pretty gruesome tales about this weirdo and his dealings, but it was claimed that he had a psychotic hatred of Batman, Robin and The Batgirl, and would pay almost anything, if it meant destroying one or more of the dynamic trio. The Joker reclined back in his chair, his white-gloved hands clasped across his chest, top hat on his head, with a horrible caricature of a smile painted on his face. He eyed the scrawny specimen before him. The guy was obviously terrified of him. "I understand that you wish to sell me some, so-called important information?" he enquired, in a deceptively calm voice. "Er, yes, that is correct!" There was a long pause. "Well," roared the Joker, "what is it, you puny little creature? You are wasting my valuable time!" "First, we must agree a price," squeaked, Cyril, trembling, violently. "And how much is this information going to cost me?" growled the Joker, menacingly. "One... One million dollars!" "Har, har, har! Did you hear that Jake? This scrawny moron thinks I'm going to give him a million dollars!" Jake guffawed, loudly. "Shall I take him out now, Boss, and re-arrange those weasel-like features?" The Joker raised one hand, palm outward, in a calming gesture. "No, no, not yet! Let's hear what this comedian's got to say, first! I could do with some entertainment!" "You... You agree to my t-terms then?" stuttered Cyril, trying to stop his teeth from chattering with fright. "If your information is worth it, you will receive your due reward," agreed the Joker, magnanimously. Cyril began to feel a little bolder. "What would you say, if I told you that I know the REAL identity of The Batgirl?" he declared, smugly. The Joker's eyes glittered with sudden interest, and he leant forward in his chair. "You claim to have discovered the TRUE identity of the Dark Damsel?" he hissed. "Tell me her name, at once!" Cyril grinned, and puffed out his chest, self-importantly. "Batgirl's real identity is that of Barbara Gordon, Assistant Head Librarian at the Gotham City Central Library, and daughter of..." "...of none other than Commissioner James Gordon, head of the GCPD, and a constant thorn in my side!" finished the Joker, in a voice filled with awe. "Well, well, well, Barbara Gordon, eh? Who would have believed it!" His eyes narrowed. "Of course, you have irrefutable proof of this?" Smallpiece smiled. "Of course! Here is the address of Ms. Gordon's apartment." He handed the Joker a slip of paper, with the address written on it. "If your men care to search the place, they will find a secret switch beneath the dresser in her bedroom. This opens up a doorway into a narrow passageway, where she stores all her Bat-equipment and costumes. It also leads down to some sort of garage, where she stores her Batcycle, although I've never actually been down there to check for myself!" "Hmmm? Your story has a ring of truth about it, Mr. Smallpiece. I'm inclined to believe you," the Joker said, leaning back in his chair, and clasping his gloved hands together. "Please escort Mr. Smallpiece outside and give him his reward, Jake!" "Certainly, Boss!" responded the gorilla of a man, trying to keep the grin from his ugly features. "This way, small fry!" Cyril hurried after him, smiling broadly. All his money worries would soon be at an end. Little did he know that, in a matter of minutes, ALL his worries would be at an end... permanently! -oOo- Barbara awoke, with a start, from a troubled sleep, filled with lurid visions of Cyril Smallpiece, and the things that he'd made her do. Despite the fact that she always slept in the raw, and that it was a comparatively cool night, she was soaked with clammy perspiration, and her nipples were standing out, almost painfully, and were as hard as bullets. She squirmed, uncomfortably, then decided to get up and fetch herself a glass of milk from the refrigerator. As she tripped toward the closed bedroom door, she heard a dull, but distinct thud, from the adjoining room, and froze to the spot. Someone else was in her apartment. "It's probably that damned Smallpiece again, after his jollies!" she muttered, under her breath. She eased open the door, and peered through the narrow crack. Sure enough, a dark figure was hunched over one of the storage units, rifling through the drawers. "The nosy bastard!" she cursed, swinging open the door, and stepping into the room, one hand going for the light switch, set in the wall alongside it. "Okay, Cyril, you blackmailing little rat, this is...." Her voice trailed away, as the light came on, and the unexpected visitor swung around, straightening up. It wasn't Cyril Smallpiece, but a huge gorilla of a man, dressed in slacks and a T-shirt, whom she'd never laid eyes on before. "Who the hell are..." she started to exclaim, but her words were cut short by a foul-smelling cloth that was rammed over her nose and mouth, by a second man, who'd just stepped from behind the open door. At the same time, his other hand wrapped around her chest, painfully crushing her breasts against her ribs. "Mmmnngghh, Nnnggghhh!" Barbara gasped, reflexively reaching up with both hands, to try to pull the hand and cloth from her face, while inadvertently breathing in some of the noxious fumes. At the same time, she squirmed her naked body, desperately trying to wriggle free of his powerful grasp. The huge man in front of her, moving with deceptive speed, grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms to her sides, with child-like ease, as she desperately tried to kick and squirm her way free. Barbara felt her senses starting to whirl, and her struggles grow more and more feeble, as the fumes invaded her gasping lungs. "Chloroform!" was the last coherent thought she had, as she felt her legs starting to buckle beneath her, and she slid to the floor, unconscious. "They fall for it every time!" Jake chuckled. "Now that's what I call a nice bit of ass!" exclaimed Sid, slipping the chloroform soaked cloth back into his hip pocket, and staring down at the naked girl, sprawled out lewdly at his feet, legs akimbo, and showing all she'd got. He unzipped the front of his jeans, pulling out his semi-flaccid penis. "Put your cock back in your pants, you moron," growled Jake, "we've got work to do, remember? The secret compartment is supposed to be in the bedroom, somewhere? You search for the switch on the dresser, while I get the bitch onto the sofa!" "Why can't I put her on the sofa, and you search for the switch?" protested Sid, unable to drag his eyes off Barbara's shapely tits, with their unusually prominent nipples. "'Cause I'm in charge, and I'm bigger than you!" snarled Jake, giving him a threatening look. "Okay, okay, no need to get all hot and bothered!" grumbled Sid. He headed for the bedroom, zipping his pants up and muttering to himself. "It ain't fair!" Jake picked up the unconscious girl, as if she was a feather, and laid her out on the sofa. "She sure is a looker," he conceded to himself, reaching out and running his fingertips through her curly-haired pubic thatch, before slipping a gnarled finger between her pouting pink pussy lips. The girl stirred slightly, moaning in her sleep, and Jake felt his cock stiffen. "I can't find no switch!" Sid called out from within the bedroom. "Holy Crap!" snarled Jake, removing his roving hands from the girl's body, and hurrying into the bedroom. "It's under the top of the dresser, you idiot!" he snapped, walking over and running his hand underneath the top, in the area between the two sets of drawers. He frowned. "It ain't here?" he muttered. He checked again, and then got down on his hands and knees, to examine the underside of the dressing table. There was no sign of any switch! Climbing to his feet, he pulled out all the drawers, and dumped their contents all over the carpet, searching for a hidden switch. "There ain't no fuckin' switch!" he snarled, after a couple of minutes. He tried to move the dresser, but the damned thing appeared to be fixed to the floor. "I think the boss has been had," he grunted, standing upright. Suddenly, his gaze alighted on a bulky plastic bag, amongst the underwear and cosmetics strewn over the floor. "What's this?" he exclaimed scooping it up, and emptying its contents out on the bed. "Hey, you've found her Batgirl outfit!" exclaimed Sid, picking up the Bat-cowl and mask. "Oh yeah?" sneered Jake, picking up the tiny black thong and the see-through body stocking. "I ain't never seen The Batgirl dressed in an outfit like this!" "Hmm, guess you're right," replied Sid, examining one of the black thigh-length boots, with its three-inch platform soles and eight-inch spiky heels, "but I sure wish I had!" "This is some sort of kinky fancy-dress outfit," concluded Jake. "Still, we better take it back and show it to the boss? Finish up searching in here, while I carry the dame down to the car! Let me know, if you find anything else incriminating!" What's this? Barbara Gordon in the hands of The Joker! Will the Clown of Crime discover her secret identity? Read Chapter 11, coming soon! Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 11 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Adventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of Silence Chapter 11: Captive Of The Joker The Joker stared at the unconscious girl, limply hanging from the steel manacles about her wrists. These were, in turn, attached to short lengths of chain, fixed to a metal girder, than ran the width of the cellar ceiling. The muffled thump of loud pop music, filtered down from the club above, as he ogled her superb nude figure. "She could easily make ten times her pathetic librarian salary, as a porn movie star," he mused. "So," he growled, turning to look at the third occupant of the room, "you found no actual evidence that the delectable Ms. Gordon here, is indeed my hated nemesis, Batgirl?" Jake shook his head. "Sorry Boss, we ripped her place apart, but all we could find was that kinky Bat-babe costume, that you have there!" Jake shuffled his feet, uncomfortably, as he watched his Boss pick up the black thong, and examine it, minutely, before placing the gusset beneath his hooked nose and breathing in, deeply. "Aaahhh!" The Joker exhaled, then suddenly brightening up. "Still, even if she isn't the Bat-bitch, we should still be able to demand a nice little ransom for her return, from her father?" he declared, with a chuckle. "Go fetch the video camera, Jake. Time to make us a short home movie!" "Sure Boss, right away Boss!" replied Jake, turning and beating a hasty retreat. The Joker walked over to his female prisoner, his eyes glittering, insanely, as he took in the erotic sight before him. Removing his white kid leather gloves, he reached out and ran his pale, blotchy hands over the shapely breasts, sitting high on the girl's chest, before teasing the already prominent nipples into full stiffness, between his fingers and thumbs. The girl moaned, and squirmed slightly, in her unconscious state, her body twisting and rocking, as she hung from her shackles, her toes barely brushing the cellar floor. He slowly ran his left hand down over her tight flat belly and the swell of her mons, before slipping a thick pale finger between the prominent labia of her vagina, inserting it right up to the second knuckle. He was pleasantly surprised by the tightness of the girl's snatch. "Aaaaaahhh!" the girl gasped, arching her back slightly, as her eyelashes fluttered open, and she started to return to full consciousness. "Wha...? Where am I?" she gasped. Her eyes opened wide in horror, as his horrible grinning countenance swum into focus. "Welcome back to the land of the living, my dear!" The Joker greeted, with a sinister chuckle. "You are the guest of The Joker!" As he spoke, he thrust his finger all the way into her tight vulva, while pressing his thumb hard up against her clitoris. "Aaaggh!" the girl gasped, involuntarily jerking her hips forward. "Please... what are you d-doing to me? Please let me go.... Unngghh!" She jerked again, as a second, then a third finger, joined the first, all three starting to saw in and out of her pussy. "Noooo! Please... stop!" she gasped, writhing about on his pistoning fingers. "Aaaahhhh!" The Joker chuckled at this erotic sight. "I must apologize for your current state of undress, my dear," he continued, "but you were naked when my men shanghaied you, and they were in such a hurry, that they inadvertently forgot to bring along any of your clothes." Barbara glanced down at herself, realizing, for the first time, that she was completely nude. "You... You monster!" she gasped, angrily, blushing a deep shade of pink, as she realized she was complete exposed to his lewd gaze. The Joker ignored her indignant outburst, giving her swollen clitoris a sharp tug, and causing Barbara to gasp with shock, and her hips to jerk forward, as she cried out. "Aaahhhhhh!" "I have been reliably informed that you are also The Batgirl, Miss Gordon," he enquired, his eyes glittering with a strange, feverish light. "Is that information correct?" "W-What?" she gasped, wide-eyed, a confused and frightened look on her lovely face. "What are you talking about? Of course I'm not Batgirl!" Barbara was determined not to reveal her secret identity to this lunatic, at all costs. She would almost certainly be signing her own death warrant, if she did so. The Joker squeezed her already abused clitoris between his blotchy fingers, and then twisted it, viciously. "Aaiiiieeee!" the girl screeched, writhing in agony. "Are you The Batgirl?" he snarled. "Please... no more! My name is Barbara Gordon. I work in the public library. I-I don't know what you're talking about! Don't hurt me anymore! Pleassse!" The Joker sighed in exasperation. "I figured that's what you'd say!" he growled, giving her swollen clit one last tug, before releasing it. "Never mind, you are still of some use to me!" He took a step backward and looked into her pain-filled eyes. "You and I are going to star in a short video recording, Miss Gordon," he murmured, through his garishly painted lips. "One that will hopefully convince your devoted father to part with a large amount of cash, in exchange for your relatively undamaged return?" He chuckled at his final words. One way or another, the girl would never leave there alive, but he wasn't about to tell her that. Jake entered the cellar, carrying a compact video camera, and a couple of floodlights, mounted on tripod stands. "Where d'ya want these, Boss?" he asked. "Place them over there, facing our lovely guest," the Joker replied, stepping away from the girl. "Then help me get these boots on her!" he added, picking up one of the black, thigh boots from the small pile of items on the desktop. "Sure thing, Boss!" -oOo- The Joker stared at his prisoner, now clad in spiky-heeled, tight fitting black boots that reached almost up to her nicely padded mons. The three-inch platform soles and eight-inch heels, meant she was now able to stand on both feet, legs slightly apart, thus taking most of the strain off her poor arms and shoulders. Jake had switched on the floodlights, and illuminated the girl, who was still tugging, futilely, at her wrist shackles. "Quite delicious!" the Joker murmured, with a cackle. "Start the camera rolling, when I give you the word, Jake!" Jake, with one eye glued to the eyepiece of the video camera, gave an acknowledging wave, with his free hand. Jack Napier stepped behind the naked trembling girl, and pulled out his pale, blotchy penis. Gripping her firm, shapely buttocks, he pulled them apart, exposing her small dark-brown anal sphincter to his gaze. "Start the camera rolling!" he ordered his henchman. "W-What are you g-going to do?" gasped Barbara, in a panicky voice, twisting her head around, trying to see what the Joker was up to. Her eyes alighted on his huge pale blotchy cock. "Oh nooh! Please don't..." she pleaded, as she felt the blunt head of his penis, nuzzling against her exposed anus. "Noooooooo! Aaaaaggghh!" She cried out, as he gripped her hips, and thrust forward, penetrating her ass to a depth of about two-inches. "Aaaiiieee!" Barbara screeched, in pain, arching her back, as she tried to pull away from him. "Please, nooooo!" The Joker peered over her left shoulder, at the whirring camera. "Recognize your darling daughter, Commissioner?" he chortled, addressing the lens. "As you can see, she is my helpless prisoner, and her ultimate fate rests solely in your hands!" To emphasize this fact, he jerked his hips forward, penetrating the girl's shapely ass by another couple of inches. "Yeowwww!" shrieked the girl, the pain clearly etched onto her face, as she tossed her head from side to side, her tangled red hair brushing her naked shoulders. "Please... no more! Please, Joker, I beg you?" The Joker turned his ghoulish smile back to the camera. "If you wish to keep her pain and degradation to a minimum, you will deposit one million dollars in the new trashcan outside the Gotham City Central Library, at midnight tomorrow night!" He rammed his hips forward again, forcing a further inch and a half into Barbara's tight rear passage. "Aiiiiieeee!" Barbara screeched, tears streaming down her face. The pain was almost unbearable. "Don't do it, daddy!" she sobbed. "Please don't do it!" "Shut up, bitch!" snarled the Joker, ramming his cock all the way into her back passage, and proceeding to fuck in and out of her, viciously. "Remember Commissioner," he panted, "one million... trashcan... Gotham Central Library... tomorrow night!" "Nooooooooooo!" beseeched Barbara, her hips jerking forward, her dark bush glistening with moisture, as he pistoned in and out of her painfully dry back-passage, in time to the muffled pounding beat of the disco music, coming from upstairs. The Joker gave Jake a nod, and the recording ended. "That wasn't very clever, slut!" he snarled in Barbara's ear, then renewed his pumping into her ass, while his pale, blotchy fingers played with her swollen clitoris. "I can see I shall have to teach you a few lessons in obedience, bitch!" Despite herself, Barbara found herself panting, in time with his vicious thrusts, as he squeezed and pulled on her engorged clit, growing ever closer to her climax. "Aaagghh! Please... nooooooh!" she groaned, eyes closed, tossing her head from side to side. Her sweat-streaked body continued to jerk, erotically, in time with the beat of the music, filtering down from club above. "Aaaahhhh! Oooohhhh! Nnngghhh!" Barbara orgasmed, her mind filled with shame and degradation, hardly aware of the hot jism spurting into her tightly contracting asshole, as the Joker attained his own climax. -oOo- Jennifer Goodbody was worried, as she stepped into the small elevator and pressed the second floor button. She'd tried to call Barbara, the previous evening, but the telephone line had been engaged, and this morning, her friend still wasn't answering her phone. Barbara hadn't answered her electronic pager, at the front entrance to the apartment block either, but luckily, Jenny had convinced one of the other residents, someone whom she knew slightly, to unlock the electronic mechanism, and let her in, after she'd explained that she was worried about Barbara. The elevator lurched to a halt, and Jenny rushed out, as soon as the door slid open. Her heart gave a sickening lurch, as she saw the steel security door to Barbara's apartment, partially open, and she paused to cautiously peek around the doorframe. The sight that greeted her eyes filled her with foreboding. The lounge had been completely trashed, with items strewn about all over the floor, the former contents of the open cupboards and drawers. There was no sign of occupation, and the door to the adjoining bedroom hung open. "Barbara, are you all right?" Jenny called, rushing across the room, and through the open bedroom door. She came to an abrupt halt. The bedroom was, if anything, in a bigger mess than the lounge, with all of Barbara's personal effects strewn about. "Someone has searched the place, and they weren't too fussy about the mess they left behind!" she muttered to herself, peering around. There was no sign of Barbara. Jenny had half-expected to find her blood-soaked corpse sprawled over the bedroom floor. She gave a small sigh of relief. It looked as if Barbara had been kidnapped, rather than murdered, although that was scant consolation. She decided to check out the secret chamber and the passageway, and was surprised to discover that the switch that normally opened the secret panel was no longer there. Jenny's forehead creased in a bemused frown. "Now why would that be missing?" she asked herself. She dropped to her knees and checked closely. There was no sign of the switch ever having been there! Realization suddenly dawned. "It could only have been removed by Barbara, because she was worried that someone else might discover the secret passageway, and the incriminating evidence within? Yes, that's it! That bastard Smallpiece must've revealed her secret identity to someone else, and they, in turn, have turned the place upside down, looking for corroborative evidence! Babs must've walked in on them, and been overpowered?" Jenny surmised. She clenched her hands in frustration. After she checked out the apartment, for clues, she would have to go downstairs, and enter the Bat-garage via the secret entrance in the alley, out back, to see if there was anything there that might help her discover the whereabouts of her friend and lover? She turned and started for the outer door... Brring, brring! Brring, brring! Jenny froze, half way to the door, then, after a moment's hesitation, she walked over and picked up the telephone. "Hello?" "Barbara?" enquired a deep, vaguely familiar male voice. "Er, no! Who is this?" "Ah, this is Bruce Wayne! Could I speak to Miss Gordon, please?" "Barbara isn't here, Mr. Wayne," Jenny answered, recognizing him as the multi-millionaire industrialist, and long-time friend of the Gordon family. She decided to come clean with the man. "My name's Jennifer Goodbody, Mr. Wayne. I'm a close friend of Barbara." "Oh, yes, Jennifer! I've heard Miss Gordon speak highly of...!" "I-I think something real bad has happened to Barbara, Mr. Wayne!" Jenny interjected, hastily, cutting him off. "I've just arrived at her place, and the apartment has been ransacked. There's no sign of Barbara!" "Stay right there, Ms. Goodbody! Don't touch anything. In the meantime, I'll try to contact Batman and Robin, and get them over there, right away!" reply the millionaire, in a no-nonsense voice. Jenny heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Mr. Wayne," she gasped, "I would be most grateful. Should I contact the local police, in the meantime?" "NO!" There was a loud click, as the multi-millionaire hung up. While she was waiting, Barbara decided to check out the Bat-garage, despite Mr. Wayne's request for her not to touch anything. -oOo- Jenny felt around, and found the correct ivy-covered brick, and gave it a firm push. As far as she knew, she was the only person, apart from Barbara, who knew how to get into the small hidden ground level garage. A section of the wall swung upward, to reveal the compact inside of the Bat-garage. Jenny entered, switched on the electric light, and gazed around, as the door swung shut behind her. Batgirl's motorcycle was propped up on its stand. She half-crouched, and touched one of the twin exhaust pipes. "Cold! The Batcycle hasn't been used for some considerable time," she muttered to herself. She peered around. Everything seemed in its normal place, and undisturbed, as far as she could tell. She slowly mounted the narrow stairwell that led up to Barbara's apartment. At the top of the wooden stairs, was a short landing, with a wall-mounted cupboard on one side, and a line of clothes hooks on the other, from which hung Barbara's various Bat-costumes, together with her utility belt. Jenny pressed the red button on the wall, and a section of wall and floor, together with the dresser, swung into the bedroom beyond. "Hmmm, Barbara certainly didn't leave here as The Batgirl," Jenny mused, "and, whoever searched the apartment, failed to find any proof of her secret identity, such as this passageway." She stepped through into the bedroom, and the dresser swung back into place, closing and locking the secret panel, with a quiet click. -oOo- Jenny was sprawled out on the sofa in the lounge, half asleep, when there was a loud knocking on the partly-open steel door. She started, as two strangely dressed characters walked into the room. "Jennifer Goodbody?" inquired the larger of the two men, six-feet two, with an impressive physique, dressed in a Bat-costume, with a bat emblem on his sculpted black Kevlar breastplate. "Batman," she gasped, sitting bolt upright, and tugging down her short skirt, which had ridden up to reveal her knickers, "a-and Robin?" "Holy Tornado!" exclaimed the more garishly attired Boy Wonder, punching a gauntleted fist into the palm of his other gloved hand, as he peered around. "This place looks like a hurricane has struck it!" "I-I think whoever did this, was looking for proof of Barbara's secret identity!" explained Jenny, grimly. She knew that the Caped Crusader was already aware of Barbara's alternate persona. "And did they find any?" asked Batman, anxiously. She shook her head. "I don't think so, Batman?" Batman heaved a sigh. "That's a relief," he growled, and then frowned. "Yet you still think they abducted Miss Gordon?" "Yes! Perhaps they're hoping to force an admission out of her, somehow?" suggested Jenny, with a worried look on her lovely face. "Don't worry, Sparrow, they'll never get Babs to admit she's Batgirl," declared Robin, confidently. "That girl's got a lot of spunk!" "How... How did you know I was Sparrow?" gasped Jenny, going pale, and clutching at her chest. Batman chuckled. "Batgirl revealed your identity to us, some months ago, Sparrow. She explained how helpful you've been, on some of her nightly patrols!" Jenny blushed. "Yeah, well, I like to help out whenever I can, but I have another job, which involves having to work late, several nights a week, so it's not as often as we'd both like!" "Yeah, we've heard all about your part-time job as a stripper," chortled Robin, with a big grin on his boyish features. Jenny blushed again, and lowered her gaze, unable to look him in the face. "Robin, you're embarrassing the poor girl," admonished Batman, before turning back to the blonde. "Have you managed to find any clues, as to who the perpetrators might be, Jennifer?" Jenny shook her blonde curls. "Not really, Batman, but I figure it's something to do with this Cyril Smallpiece guy?" She saw the blank looks on their faces. "He's the one who's been blackmailing Barbara, threatening to reveal her secret identity, and ruin her crime-fighting career!" "Holy Scumbag!" exclaimed the younger of the Dynamic Duo, slamming one gauntleted fist into the palm of the other. "And you think this Smallpiece character may have revealed this information to one of Gotham's Crime Kings?" suggested the Caped Crusader, reading her mind. "Uh, huh!" "A perfectly reasonable hypothesis, given the circumstances," agreed Batman, nodding, grimly. "He would have soon bled Barbara dry. She's not a particularly wealthy woman!" "It... It wasn't her money he was after," replied Jenny, her eyes downcast, unable to look the Caped Crusader in the eye. "Then what...? Oh, I see!" Batman thought for a moment. "We shall have to inform her father, the Commissioner, of course!" Just then, a muffle ringing tone started to come from one of the compartments in Batman's utility belt. "Excuse me!" he said, pulling out a compact cell phone, and flipping it open. "Batman... Yes, Commissioner?" "Batman, thank goodness! Two of my officers have found a man's body at the bottom of 'Lover's Leap'," the Police Commissioner said, urgently. Lover's Leap was a two hundred feet high viewing point, located in a well-known local beauty spot, just beyond the city boundary. "Half the bones in his body were broken, but the police doctor's initial report suggests that his neck was already broken, before he went over the edge, so we're looking at murder here, Caped Crusader!" "Have you managed to identify the victim yet?" "Luckily, yes! He was on our criminal database. He was a small-time cat burglar, by the name of Cyril Smallpiece. He had no previous history of violence and, as far as we know, was a bit of a loner?" Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 11 Jenny saw the look of surprise on Batman's face. "Very interesting Commissioner, we think the man may be involved in our latest case! Now, brace yourself Jim, I have some bad news for you!" "Oh?" "Yes! I'm afraid it looks as if someone has abducted your daughter!" "Barbara?" gasped the Commissioner of Police. "I'm afraid so, sir! Someone has kidnapped her from her apartment, which is where I'm speaking to you from, at this very minute!" "Oh my goodness! I'll get a squad car over there straight away!" gasped the worried policeman. "I'd rather you left this to us, Commissioner," growled Batman. "Your officers might inadvertently disturb a clue as to her whereabouts, or the identity of her kidnappers." "But... very well, Caped Crusader! Please... Please do everything in your power to get my little girl back, safe and sound?" The Commissioner of Police sounded as if he was on the verge of tears. "We will, Commissioner, we will!" replied Batman, gently. "I'll contact you, as soon as we have any news! In the meantime, try not to worry too much. Barbara is a very courageous young woman!" "Th-Thank you, Batman!" The police commissioner hung up, too upset to say more. -oOo- James Gordon replaced the receiver of the red Bat-phone and stared into space, a look of anxiety on his normally placid features. "Begorra, has something happened to Ms. Gordon?" enquired Chief O'Hara, who was standing just a few feet away, on the other side of the Commissioner's desk. "It looks that way, Chief," the lawman replied, looking up at his loyal Chief of Police, tears glistening in his usually steely gray-blue eyes. "Barbara has been abducted from her apartment, by a person, or persons unknown!" "Bejazus!" The Commissioner of Police brightened up a little. "Still, the good news is that the Dynamic Duo are already on the case! How they learn about these things so quickly, is beyond me? If anyone can find my princess, it's them!" -oOo- While Batman was talking to Jim Gordon on his mobile, Jenny had an idea. As soon as Batman ended his conversation, and put away his cell phone, she broached the subject with him. "Batman," she began, "if whoever has Barbara suspects she is The Batgirl, why don't we try to convince him, or them, otherwise?" Batman frowned. "How do you mean, exactly?" "What if I were to dress up in one of Barbara's Batgirl costumes, and pretend to be the Dark Damsel? My vital statistics are almost the same as hers, and the costume wig should hide my blonde hair, effectively. We could all make an appeal to her kidnappers, for her safe return, on the local television channel!" "Hmmm, that's not a bad idea, Sparrow," Batman conceded, grudgingly. "Holy Doppelganger, it's brilliant!" enthused Robin, punching a fist into his other palm. Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 12 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 12: The Three Card Trick! The Joker sat behind his battered old desk, his top-hat perched on his head, jauntily, and his feet resting on top of the desk. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" he called, swinging his feet off the desktop, and sitting upright. Jake lumbered in. "You sent for me, boss?" he growled. "Yes! Has the video recording been delivered to police headquarters?" the Joker enquired, his eyes glittering with avarice. "Sure boss, no problem, but I think you should switch on the TV, and tune in to the Gotham City News Channel!" The Joker frowned, and waved to the television set, sitting in the corner of the room. "There it is! Do me the honors, Jake!" Jake hurried over and switched on the TV, and set it to the correct channel number. A few seconds later, the familiar figures of Batman, Robin and Batgirl, appeared on the screen, standing in front of a studio television camera. Batman was addressing the camera lens. "…whoever you are! Remember, if you do not return the Police Commissioner's daughter, unharmed, then you will surely be hunted down by Batgirl, Robin and myself. We will then ensure that the full weight of the law falls on your shoulders!" "Looks like that little weasel was trying to con you after all, Boss?" growled Jake, nodding at the shapely image of The Batgirl, standing to Batman's left. "Yeah!" growled the Joker. "I hope you got rid of his body?" "Sure, boss! Dumped him off the top of a cliff, just outta town! When they find his body, it will look like an accidental fall!" "Good thinking!" "That was an appeal, on behalf of Commissioner James Gordon, by Batman, Robin and Batgirl, for the return of his only daughter, Barbara Gordon, who was kidnapped by persons unknown, sometime during the early hours of this morning!" explained the news announcer, shuffling a sheaf of papers, on the desk in front of him. "Now for the rest of…" Jake switched off the TV. The Joker leant back in his chair. "There's something fishy about all this," he muttered, with a frown. "Presumably that appeal was recorded before Gordon received the videotape of my demands, but still…" He shook his head. "It just doesn't match the usual methodology of those Gotham do-gooders!" -oOo- "This parcel was left for you, down at the front desk, Commissioner," said Chief O'Hara, dropping a rectangular, plain brown-paper covered package, onto James Gordon's desk. "Thanks, Chief!" replied Jim Gordon, distractedly, picking it up, and ripping away the wrapping paper. Inside was a videocassette, with no label. "What's this?" he muttered, checking the wrapping paper. There was no stamp or postal mark, just his name, scrawled in capitol letters. Obviously it had been hand-delivered. "Only one way to find out," replied the Chief of Police. "Shall I put it in the video player, Jim?" "Yes… Yes, please do that, Chief," replied his bemused-looking superior officer. "O'Hara switched on the small combined color TV/VHS video recorder in the corner of the office, and pushed the cassette into the slot beneath the screen. With no prior titles, or intro, a picture of a cellar appeared on the screen, showing a near-naked girl hanging by her manacled wrists, from some chains attached to a steel beam in the ceiling. Her only attire was a pair of black high-heeled thigh-boots that molded themselves about her shapely legs. Jim Gordon frowned. "Now where have I seen boots like that before?" he mused. "Begorra, it's a pornographic movie!" exclaimed the Chief in disgust, his hand moving to eject the VHS cassette. "Wait, hold it, Chief!" snapped Gordon, his eyes widening with horror, as he suddenly recognized the female victim, and the familiar figure hovering behind her, with his hands resting on the girl's shapely ass. "It… It's Barbara!" He caught a glimpse of a pale bloated erection, and shuddered. "The Joker has my daughter, Barbara!" "Bejazus!" A familiar, slightly tinny sounding, voice came from the TV speakers, as the girl's mouth moved. "W-What are you g-going to do?" gasped the obviously terrified girl, twisting her head around and attempting to see what was going on behind her. Her eyes widened, as she spotted the Joker's penis. "Oh nooh! Please don't…" she pleaded, as he positioned the huge blotchy organ against her anal sphincter. "Noooooooo! Aaaaaggghh!" she cried, as the Joker grabbed her hips, and thrust forward, penetrating her rear. "You perverted bastard!" screamed the Commissioner, clenching his fists, helplessly, half-rising out of his seat, his eyes bulging. "Aaaiiieee!" Barbara screeched, in obvious agony, arching her back, as she tried to pull away from her ravager. "Please, nooooo!" The Joker peered over her left shoulder, at the camera, a horrible fixed grin on his white clown-like features. "Recognize your darling daughter, Commissioner?" he chortled, addressing the screen. "As you can see, she is my helpless prisoner, and her ultimate fate rests solely in your hands!" To emphasize this, he jerked his hips forward, penetrating the poor girl's ass, still further. "Yeowwww!" shrieked Barbara, the pain clearly etched into her face, as she tossed her head from side to side, her red hair sweeping her naked shoulders. "Please… no more! Please, Joker, I beg you?" Tears streamed from the Commissioner's eyes, but he could not drag his eyes away from the gruesome sight. The Joker turned his ghoulish smile back to the camera. "If you wish to keep her pain and degradation to a minimum, you will deposit one million dollars in the new trashcan, outside the Gotham City Central Library, at midnight tomorrow night!" He rammed his hips forward again, forcing more of his awful weapon into the girl's defenseless rear. "Aiiiiieeee!" Barbara screeched, tears streaming down her face. The pain must have been unbelievable? "Don't do it, daddy!" she sobbed. "Please don't do it!" "Shut up, bitch!" snarled the Joker, in obvious annoyance at her outburst, ramming his cock all the way into Barbara's rear, and proceeding to fuck in and out of her defenseless ass. "Remember Commissioner," he panted, "one million… trashcan… Gotham Central Library… tomorrow night!" "Nooooooooooo!" beseeched Barbara, her hips jerking forward, her dark triangle glistening with moisture, as the Joker pistoned in and out of her back-passage, in time to some faint, muffled music, in the background. The screen suddenly went black. "Holy Mary, Mother of God!" exclaimed the shocked Irishman. "That evil maniac has got your daughter, Commissioner!" "Yes, Chief," whispered the gaunt-faced senior officer, "and if I can't scrape up a million dollars by tomorrow night, her life won't be worth a plug nickel! How the hell am I going to raise that sort of amount?" -oOo- Batman, Robin and Sparrow, still dressed in her Batgirl costume, were hunched over the Bat-computer in the Bat-cave, having just returned from the TV Studios, when Alfred entered. "There was a call for you on the Bat-phone, while you were out, sir!" he said, gravely. "Commissioner Gordon! He said it was most urgent and could you call him back!" "Thank you, Alfred!" replied the Caped Crusader, as the faithful servant turned to leave, taking his cell-phone from his utility belt, and pressing the red button. He listened for a few seconds. "You were trying to contact me, Commissioner?" he enquired. "Batman, thank goodness!" exclaimed the distraught policeman. "I'm afraid we have discovered the identity of Barbara's kidnapper." There was a brief pause. "It's that diabolical grinning fiend, The Joker!" Batman's eyebrows shot up. "I should have guessed," he growled. "How did you find out?" "I… I have received a video recording that proves he has Barbara in his evil clutches, Caped Crusader, in which he demands a million dollars for her safe return! He wants the money by… by tomorrow night! How the devil am I, a mere police commissioner, going to find that sort of money? Please help me get my little girl back safely, Batman?" "Don't worry, Commissioner, Robin, Batgirl and myself, will see that she is returned to you, unharmed. Meanwhile, I'll have a word with my good friend, multi-millionaire businessman and philanthropist, Bruce Wayne. He will loan you the ransom amount, I'm sure!" "Thank you, Batman!" The relief in the Commissioner's voice was palpable. "You have taken a considerable load off my mind!" "May I see the tape recording, Commissioner? It may provide some valuable clues as to Barbara's whereabouts!" "Oh, ah, very well Batman, but I must insist that it doesn't get into the public domain! I'm afraid it is X-rated viewing!" "I'll send Batgirl over to collect it, right away!" "Very well, and thank you again!" -oOo- Batman ended the call, and turned to look at his two companions. "Who has Barbara?" demanded Sparrow, before he could say anything. "The Joker!" "Holy Grinning Bat-fiend!" exclaimed Robin. "Heaven only knows what that psychotic maniac will do to her?" "Sparrow, can you collect the ransom video from GCPD Headquarters, while I start organizing the million dollars ransom money?" Sparrow nodded, grimly. "I'm on my way, Batman!" she murmured, walking over and sitting astride her Batcycle. "I'll be back as soon as I can!" She turned the ignition key, and the engine roared into life. Batman pressed a switch, and the heroine shot out of the entrance to the Bat-cave, before it was even fully open. "Holy Greenbacks, Bruce!" exclaimed Robin, as soon as Sparrow had departed. "Raising a million dollars in cash, before tomorrow night, is a tall order, even by Batman's standards!" "Barbara's life may depend on it, old friend! Excuse me, I've got urgent calls to make!" replied a worried billionaire, heading for the stairs leading up into Wayne Manor. Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 13 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 13: In The Meantime… "Ooohhhhhh! Unngghhh!" Barbara cried out, arching her back and jerking her hips, as she orgasmed for the umpteenth time, the battery-powered vibrator that was strapped about her hips, continuing to thrum, insistently, in her sopping pussy. The Joker entered the cellar, and chuckled at the sight that greeted his eyes. The girl's breasts were thrust forward, crested by rock-hard, tightly-clamped nipples, as she shuddered in the aftershocks of orgasm, her hips still jerking. "Please…" she gasped, as he walked over to her. "Please… no more, I beg of you!" The Joker's garish smile, remained firmly fixed on his face, as he proceeded to unbuckle the straps from about her hips and thighs, that held the dildo in place within her. He slowly withdrew the cum-coated sex toy, and then released the nipple clamps. "Aaugghh! Oh, thank you, thank you!" Barbara gasped, despite the throbbing pain from her abused tits, as the blood rushed back into them. The Joker admired the neatly trimmed arrowhead of auburn hair at the base of her belly, pointing to the lightly haired bulge of her mons, now glistening with her love juices. "Aaaaaahhh!" Barbara gasped, jerking, as the dildo was replaced by a pale probing finger. The Joker pistoned it back and fourth for a few seconds, then removed it, before closely examining the pale glistening digit, now thickly coated with his prisoner's secretions. "Excellent!" he hissed. "You have come to the boil quite nicely, Miss Gordon!" He swiftly unzipped his pants, and pulled out his gruesome chopper, hefting it in his hand, menacingly. "Noooooooo!" cried his helpless victim, her eyes widening with terror, as she realized what he was about to do. "Oh, yes!" chuckled the Joker, positioning the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. "We may as well have a little fun, while we're waiting for daddy to come up with your ransom money!" With that, he jerked his hips forward, fully impaling her, in a single mighty thrust. "Aaagghhh!" Barbara screeched, as he grabbed her ass, and started to pump in and out of her sex, his cock making a squelching sound, as it slid back and forth in her sopping vagina, his balls slapping against her pudenda, with each plunge. "Now this is what I call good and ready!" panted the Joker, sliding his hands down over the back of her booted thighs, before hefting them up onto his hips, to more fully penetrate her. "It's a shame… you… aren't Batgirl, Miss Gordon," he panted, "or… my pleasure… would be… complete!" Despite herself, Barbara closed her eyes, and started to pant through slack lips, in time with his powerful thrusts. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…" Her spine arched, and her head hung back, with her hair hanging down, her swollen breasts thrusting out toward The Joker. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, The Joker lowered his mouth over one erect nipple and sucked, eagerly, while supporting her buttocks on his large hands, and pistoning into her sopping twat. Despite her wetness, the girl was delightfully tight, her cunt muscles clinging to his thick shaft. "Nnngghh! Ah, ah, ah… Please, nooooooh!" pleaded the aroused girl, shaking her head from side to side, even as she felt a massive orgasm rapidly building inside her. The Joker switched tits, and nipped the second teat between his sharp front teeth, causing the girl to jerk. "Aaaiiieee!" screeched Barbara, the sudden pain causing her to tumble over the edge into her orgasm. The spasming muscles contracting about his slick shaft, proved too much for her rapist, and he started to cum, copiously, pumping his hot seed deep into her womb. "Oh yes, yesss, yesssss!" cried the Joker, emptying his load into her belly. At some point, the girl had locked her ankles behind his ass, in an attempt to pull his cock deeper inside herself. He emptied his load into her, and withdrew his wet, shrinking organ. "Now didn't that feel real good, slut?" he chortled, lowering her feet to the floor. The terrified girl opened her eyes, saw the glittering madness in his eyes, swallowed hard, and nodded. "Now, I want you to tell me all about the security measures that have been put into place at the Central Library, to protect the 'Glastonbury Tome', Ms. Gordon?" he murmured, reaching out to painfully tweak a nipple. -oOo- Batman finished viewing the video for the tenth time, and sat back in his chair. "Well, did either of you spot anything?" he asked, grimly. "I never realized Barbara had such fabulous breasts!" exclaimed the Boy Wonder, rubbing the tent in the front of his Robin-briefs. "Did either of you notice the muffled disco-beat in the background?" enquired Sparrow, ignoring Robin's chauvinistic comment and the bulge in his briefs. "Hmm, you noticed that to?" murmured Batman, with a frown. "It could suggest noisy neighbors, or…" "…or some sort of discothèque, or nightclub!" added Jenny, excitedly. "That cellar, could be in the basement of some club or other?" "Holy Heavy Metal!" cried Robin, pounding one gloved fist into the palm of the other. -oOo- Harry Hartmann leant back in his chair, in the small room that served as the Security Center for the Gotham City Central Library, munching on a salami sandwich, with a steaming mug of coffee sitting on the desk in front of him, and glanced up at the bank of monitor screens, connected to the various CCTV cameras throughout the building. He paid particular attention to the two monitors showing the glass display case, containing the 'Glastonbury Tome', and the two burly armed security guards who were patrolling the room. Harry preferred the night shift, at least it kept that 'pain in the ass' Brad Fleming, out of his hair. He chuckled, rubbing the bald pate of his head. "Or at least it would, if I had any hair left," he grumbled to himself, good-naturedly. Fleming had only recently been employed by the library as a Computer Tech (sorry, I.T. Specialist), but he hadn't wasted much time muscling his way into the security responsibilities as well, as he tried to make himself appear indispensable. Harry couldn't stand the creep! Now security cameras are all well and good, provided there aren't 'blind' spots in the surveillance system. Unfortunately, in this case, there was! Due to penny-pinching, there were far more rooms and corridors than there were CCTV cameras to cover them. Therefore, Harry didn't see the big guy who was creeping along the corridor, toward the open doorway of the Security Center. The intruder had entered the building via a second story window, at the rear of the premises, which did not have an alarm fitted to it. Sid eased his way along the dimly lit corridor, towards the bright rectangle of light emanating from the open doorway of the security center. He peeked around the doorjamb, to see the seated night security guard, sitting back, staring up at the bank of monitors in front of him. He silently slipped into the room. The first thing Harry knew, about the presence of the intruder, was when the blackjack zapped him across the back of his bald head. He gave a pained grunt, and lapsed into unconsciousness. Sid quickly located the controls for the infrared security beams about the display cabinet that contained the 'Glastonbury Tome', and switched them off. They had been exactly where the Gordon girl had said they would be! He also deactivated the burglar alarms that were directly linked to Police Headquarters, before pulling out his mobile phone, and entering a number. "Yeah?" "Electronics de-activated, Boss!" he murmured, at the sound of The Joker's voice. "I'm on my way down to unlock the rear delivery doors!" -oOo- Five minutes later, he unlocked the 'Goods Delivery' doors, and swung them open. The Joker slipped inside, accompanied by the huge henchman, Jake. "Any problems?" he asked. Sid shook his head. "No, Boss! It was just as the girl described it! The old security guy is sleeping, soundly, but there are still those two armed guards, in the exhibit room!" "Don't worry about them!" retorted the Joker, with a painted grin. "They will be no trouble!" -oOo- "Would either of you gentlemen like to sniff my exquisite buttonhole?" enquired The Joker, stepping into the exhibit room, while clamping a small gasmask over his lower face. "Huh?" exclaimed one of the guards, staring at the green-haired ghoul, wide-eyed. Both guards went for their guns. A greenish gas gushed from the carnation in the Joker's lapel, and enveloped the head and shoulders of both guards. Immediately, they both started coughing and spluttering, and their hands went to their throats, their guns forgotten, as they slowly collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, their faces going blue. The Joker gave the deadly gas thirty seconds to disperse, then removed the small gasmask that he'd clamped over his nose and mouth. One of the guards gave a last twitch, before dying. "Did you have to use such a deadly gas, boss?" growled Jake entering the room, and walking over to the glass exhibit case. "It's neater this way," replied the Joker, with his fixed grin. Jake's fist smashed into the reinforced laminated glass, shattering it into a million shards, before gently scooping up the book, and placing it into the briefcase he was carrying. "You sure this moldy old book is worth a million bucks?" he asked the Joker, disbelievingly. The Joker chuckled. "I've already lined up a client, who's willing to pay exactly that amount!" he confirmed. "So, don't damage the goods, there's a good fellow!" As the three men left the building by the rear door, the Joker glanced at his watch. It read: 11:59 pm. Everything was going according to plan. "Sam, bring the van around, then wait for us!" he ordered, handing the hoodlum the briefcase. "And don't loose this!" Sam nodded, and hurried away. The Joker hurried over to an open manhole, and dropped down into the depths of the sewer system. Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 14 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. * Adventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of Silence Chapter 14: A Bat's Ransom Batman, Robin and Sparrow, still dressed in her Batgirl costume, crouched down on the third-storey platform of the fire escape, staring across at the imposing Gothic facade of the Gotham City Central Library and the incongruous new, two-feet diameter metal trashcan, sitting on the sidewalk out front. Something about it gnawed at the edge of Sparrow's consciousness. She frowned, in concentration. During the previous twenty-four hours, they had tried and failed, abysmally, to locate the cellar where Barbara was being held hostage. Their only real hope was to tail the person who collected the ransom money, and hope that he or she led them to the abducted redhead! Precisely at midnight, an unmarked saloon car drew up in front of the library, and the driver got out. Even from this distance, Batman recognized the upright, military-like stance of the Police Commissioner. The white-haired man peered around, but the street was deserted. In his hands, he carried a plain, brown-paper wrapped parcel, which, after a moment's hesitation, he pushed through the wide slot in the side of the trashcan. While the locale may have appeared deserted, there were a half-a-dozen squad cars parked within thirty seconds drive of the library, and there were police marksmen hidden on the roof opposite the library frontage, with infrared sights attached their weapons. The Commissioner took one last look around, then climbed back into the vehicle, and slowly drove away, while numerous pairs of eyes remained riveted on the trashcan. The vigilantes stiffened, as a limo slowly cruised passed the front of the library building, but it didn't stop. "Probably some guy looking to pick up a hooker?" muttered Batman, in undisguised disgust. They continued to maintain their vigil. -oOo- Numerous vehicles passed by, during the next fifteen-minutes, but none of them stopped. A couple of late-night revelers also staggered by, but nether one approached the trashcan containing the parcel of money. "Hey, I've just realized something strange!" whispered Sparrow, her brow furrowing. "What?" growled Batman, impatiently. "Well, every one of those streetlamps already has a trashcan attached to it, and they all have the Gotham City crest on them. That new trashcan, not only doesn't bear the city crest, but it seems pretty superfluous, what with all those other..." "Holy Shit!" exclaimed Robin. "Follow me, old buddy!" snapped the Caped Crusader, attaching a line to the railing and his utility belt, and then fearlessly leaping into space. He swooped down gracefully, and landed on the sidewalk in a half-crouch, freeing the line, before bounding toward the trashcan. As he bent down to examine it, Robin and Sparrow ran up behind him. "Damn," Batman swore, "the ransom money's gone! Robin, help me move this thing aside!" Grunting and gasping, the two men manhandled the heavy cast metal trashcan, a couple of feet along the sidewalk. Jenny stared at the open manhole that had been revealed. "Oh drat!" she gasped. "Damn, damn, damn!" "Follow me!" snapped Batman, dropping through the open entrance, to disappear into the darkness. They quickly followed. -oOo- "It's no use," growled Batman, trying to keep the defeatist tone from his voice, as he shone the beam of his powerful Bat-flashlight around the large sewer, "they could have gone any way?" Just a few yards from the manhole, they'd stumbled upon a junction, with tunnels extending in four different directions. "Holy Subterranean Spaghetti!" exclaimed Robin, in obvious frustration, smacking one gauntleted fist into the palm of the other. "Drat!" muttered Sparrow, her breasts heaving, fetchingly. They followed the Caped Crusader back to the open manhole, and he climbed the steel rungs of the ladder, toward street level. As his head rose above the surface, a uniformed figure ran up, out of the gloom, panting and wheezing. "Begorra, Batman, thank goodness it's yourself," exclaimed a voice, in a thick Irish brogue. "What is it, Chief O'Hara?" replied Batman, stepping clear of the manhole, then holding out a hand to assist Sparrow's exit. "One of my finest officers has just discovered that there's been a robbery in the Central Library!" "WHAT?" Batman's exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up. "What's been stolen, and when did it happen?" "T'was that musty old book that they had on display, and the two security men who were guarding it, are both dead!" replied the Irishman, grimly. "Looks like the thieves used some sort of lethal poison gas?" "How on earth did they get past the security systems?" Robin wondered, aloud. "I don't know, old chum, but we'll soon find out!" growled Batman, heading for the library entrance, at a fast trot. Robin and Sparrow, hurried after him. -oOo- Harry Hartmann sprawled back in his chair, in the Security Center, holding a damp towel against the lump on the back of his head, and gave a low groan of pain. "My head feels as if a herd of elephants has trampled over it!" he groaned. "What happened, Harry?" demanded Sparrow, urgently, leaning over him. "Who slugged you?" Harry managed to focus his blurred vision on the shapely questioner. "I'm sorry, Batgirl, but I never even caught a glimpse of my attacker!" His gaze moved to the bank of controls before him. "But whoever it was, must've deactivated all the security devices, including the newly installed ones for the 'Glastonbury Tome'?" His eyes widened, and he tried to struggle to his feet. "Easy Mr. Hartmann," said Robin, gently restraining him. "I'm afraid it's too late to prevent the robbery, or save the lives of those two brave security guards!" "Yeah," added Sparrow, "that's a pretty impressive lump on the back of your skull, old-timer. You're lucky not to be suffering from concussion!" "Whoever clobbered you, knew exactly which electronic security devices to de-activated," added Batman, turning back from the bank of controls. "It's no coincidence that The Joker wanted the ransom delivered to the library. He probably forced that information out of Ms. Gordon, then stole the book immediately after collecting the ransom money?" He hesitated a moment, a grim set to his firm jaw. "Whoever knocked you out, then took your master keys, and let in the rest of the Joker's gang, through the rear 'Delivery Entrance', Mr. Hartmann. I suspect the thieves left with the Tome, the same way?" A uniformed figure appeared in the doorway. "Guess what, Caped Crusader?" exclaimed a slightly breathless voice, in a lilting brogue. Batman glanced over at the portly Chief of Police. "Your men have discovered an open manhole, not too far from the rear goods entrance?" he replied, questioningly. "Bejabers, Batman, I don't know how you do it?" exclaimed the wide-eyed policeman. "I've got a couple of my boyo's down in the sewers right now, looking for the villains." "I'm afraid The Joker and his cohorts will be long gone by now, Chief, but your officers should discover that one of the sewers leads to the manhole that is positioned directly under the trashcan out front!" Batman added, with a grim smile. "I'm afraid we've all been completely out-foxed by that Garish Homicidal Sociopath, on this occasion!" "Yeah, he's had the nerve to carry out a major heist, at the same time as he was picking up the ransom money," muttered Sparrow, angrily stamping one high-heeled foot. "And we're still no nearer discovering the whereabouts of Barbara," growled Robin, with an anxious frown on his youthful face. -oOo- The Joker relaxed back in his chair, feet crossed on the desk in front of him, flicking through a thick wad of crisp, new, high-denomination US banknotes. He was in a good mood. His plans were working out beautifully. There was a polite knock on the door. "Enter!" he called out. Jake entered the room, dragging Barbara Gordon along behind him, by means of a sturdy length of chain, attached to a metal collar about her neck. Apart from the collar, a blindfold, and a pair of handcuffs, clamping her wrists together, behind her back, the girl was completely naked. She stumbled slightly, as the muscular gangster tugged on the chain, partly due to fatigue, and partly due to the cocktail of drugs they'd been injected into her, ever since her capture. The Joker chuckled, and swung his feet off the desk, and walked around the front of it, until he was standing in front of the swaying girl. "Kneel, bitch!" he ordered the frightened and confused female, once his henchman had removed her blindfold. Barbara blinked and swallowed hard, then did as he commanded, her big green eyes never leaving his. "Remove her cuffs, Jake!" Jake nodded, and lent down to unlock the bracelets. When they were removed, he took a couple of paces backward, but remained vigilant. "Your father has paid your ransom, Ms. Gordon," the Joker informed her. There was a brief flash of hope in her big green eyes. "So you are no longer of any great value to me!" he added. "So, is there any reason why I shouldn't kill you, right here and now? I'm sure that pretty neck will snap like a dried twig, if I give Jake the nod?" "Nooo, please, I beg you!" his hostage pleaded, tears streaming from her eyes. Her will power had been sapped by the combination of drugs and constant sexual abuse. "Well, if you can still prove your usefulness..." The Joker murmured, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his fat white turgid penis, and hefting it in one white-gloved hand, "perhaps I might reconsider?" The girl stared at the huge cock, and licked her suddenly dry lips, then looked back to his face, and gave a barely perceptible nod of defeat. Her hands reached out, tentatively, and grasped the slug-like appendage. She began to run her clenched hands along the length of his cock, eyes widening, as it started to grow and stiffen. "Aaahh, yes, that's it," the Joker murmured, happily, thrusting his pelvis forward. "Get it nice and hard, before you clasp those luscious lips about it!" In a dream-like haze, the drugged girl lent forward and ran her tongue over the bulbous head of his penis, before ovalling her mouth and going down on him. She clamped her lips about his throbbing shaft, and slid the first three-inches into her hot, wet mouth, aware that she would have to deep-throat his monster organ, if she was to avoid his wrath. She desperately tried to relax her throat muscles, as the end of his knob nudged the back of her esophagus, then started to force its way down her tightly constricting passage. "Oh, yessss!" hissed the Joker, pulling her head down against his groin, as his cock slid down her throat. "Good little slut!" As her nose nuzzled up against his hairy groin, he began to ease out of her, until just his glans was retained between her tightly stretched lips. The girl desperately sucked air in through her flared nostrils, as he thrust into her again, burying his cock up to the hilt, in her hot, moist orifice. The man groaned with pleasure, as he quickly adopted a steady rhythm, fucking the girl's face. He reached down with one hand, and tweaked her nipples into hard erection, tugging on them, and causing the girl to gasp with pain, about his pistoning meat. As he felt his cum bubbling up to eruption, he pulled her face off his shaft, just as he ejaculated, spurting ropey strings of milky cum over her face and chest. Grasping his cock in his right hand, he jacked himself off, ensuring that the girl received every last drop of his sticky seed. He chuckled, at the tears of humiliation that glistened in the girl's eyes. "Soon, you will be begging me to fuck you, in every orifice you have," he promised. "Only when you are totally addicted to cock-sucking and have been totally debased, will I return you to your sanctimonious father! Perhaps you can give him a blowjob, to celebrate your release? Har, har, har!" He reached out and gave her left nipple a vicious twist. "Aaaiiieee!" Barbara shrieked, arching her spine. "Now get down on your hands and knees, and raise that pretty little ass in the air, so I can fuck you doggy-style," ordered The Joker. Dejectedly, Barbara twisted around and assumed the position, opening wide her thighs, as she raised her shapely derriere. The Joker pondered over whether to fuck her ass, but decided that he would sample her delightfully tight cunt instead. He thrust into her, powerfully, and she cried out in pain, and tried to scoot forward, but Jake's hands gripped her shoulders, prevented any escape. The Joker quickly built up a rhythm, noting how quickly the girl grew wet with arousal, the nipples of her swaying breasts, hard and erect. Despite herself, she started to moan with pleasure, pushing her hips back to meet each powerful thrust. He smiled to himself. The girl was progressing nicely. The stuck up librarian was rapidly turning into sex-addicted nymphomaniac. Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 15 Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Adventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of Silence Chapter 15: Dynamic Trio To The Rescue "Yessss! Yes, yes, yes!" exclaimed Sparrow, sitting back in the chair, in front of the Bat-computer, arching her spine and pushing back her aching shoulders. Batman and Robin hurried over. It had sounded as if the stunning young blonde was in the throws of orgasm. "What is it, Sparrow?" enquired the Caped Crusader, with a curious look on his face. "I think I may have discovered where the Joker is holding Barbara," replied the obviously excited girl. The name of a little-known Gotham nightclub was flashing on the screen. Robin lent forward, and read the name out, loud. "The 69 Club! What makes you think that's the place where they're holding Barbara?" he asked, scornfully. "There are dozens of small, sleazy nightclubs throughout the city and its immediate surroundings!" "A club with a name like that, is bound to appeal to the Joker's perverted sense of humor," Jenny retorted, her face going red. "A club like what? Oh, I see... 69, as in the sexual position often adopted by, er, lesbians?" Robin smiled, knowingly, and gave her a sly wink. "Well worked out, Einstein," sneered Sparrow, despite her blush deepening. "It's certainly situated in one of the seedier districts of Gotham City," observed Batman, nodding. "An ideal cover for The Joker's hideout! I think you may have stumbled onto something there, Jennifer. Well done!" "Thanks, Batman!" "Well, let's go tear the place apart!" growled Robin, slamming one gloved fist into the palm of the other. "Whoa! Not so fast, old chum!" declared Bruce, placing a restraining hand on Robin's shoulder. "We don't know for certain, if this IS the place where Barbara is being held captive. If it is, and we go charging in like the seventh cavalry, then it could result in her captors panicking, and killing the poor girl?" "Huh? Oh, er, yeah," replied the Boy Wonder, calming down. "From what I can ascertain," added Sparrow, pressing a couple of keys on the computer keyboard, to bring up another web page, "this club exclusively caters for women with kinky or lesbian tastes! No offense guys, but you two would stand out like sore thumbs, in a place like that!" "Hmm, what do you suggest then?" Batman asked, nodding in agreement. "I think I should go in on my own, and try to determine if Barbara really is being held there and, if so, exactly where they're holding her, while you two wait outside. Then, if I locate her, and I think it's safe to do so, I'll contact you on my cell phone, and you can join me inside, for the rescue attempt!" "It could be very dangerous," warned Batman, with a concerned look on his face. "Barbara would do no less for me, if our positions were reversed," retorted Sparrow. The Caped Crusader nodded, sagely. "True! Very well, to the Batmobile!" -oOo- After parking the Batmobile in a back alley, off from the rear of 'The 69 Club', the crime-fighting trio carefully made their way toward the brick built building. The journey had been a bit of a crush, but Robin hadn't complained about Jenny sitting on his lap. The five-feet eight-inch tall, twenty-year old platinum-blonde, had crammed her shapely figure into one of her striptease costumes, comprising of a cut-off white tank top, that left the bottom of her breasts exposed; a brief red miniskirt, that gave the two following men frequent glimpses of her clinging red thong panties; black lacy-topped stockings; and five-inch spiky red heels. Although she was used to men ogling her body, Jenny was feeling a little self-conscious, as she felt the eyes of the other two crime-fighters, boring into her back, and she tried to minimize the sexy sway of her hips. The cool evening air had caused her nipples to stiffen, producing two small 'tents' in the thin material of her brief top. Her outfit should enable her to blend in with the crowd in the club, while she searched for any signs of Barbara, assuming her friend was there, of course! "Wish me luck, boys!" she murmured, waving them back into the shadows, as she stepped out into the light cast by a nearby streetlamp, and swayed toward the brightly illuminated front entrance of the club, a small purse containing her mobile phone draped over one shoulder. As she walked into the doorway, hips gyrating and shoulders pressed back, thrusting her tits out, the burley doorman eyed her appreciatively, before holding out one arm to halt her progress. "Sorry, Lady, but this club is for members only," he growled, "and I don't think you fit into that category!" Jenny turned on her brightest smile, and fluttered her false eyelashes at him. "I'm sure you can make an exception, in my case, handsome?" she murmured, taking a fifty-dollar bill from her purse, and tucking it into the breast pocket of his tuxedo jacket. "Well..." he began, lowering the obstructing arm, and blinking in surprise. "You wouldn't want to stop a girl having a little fun, now would you?" Jenny asked, huskily, running one hand down the side of his clean-shaven jaw. "Well, er... Okay, lady, you've appealed to my better nature," he said, with a grin and a wink, reaching out and squeezing one of her shapely ass cheeks, "but make sure you get your membership sorted, before your next visit!" "Oh, I will, I will," Jenny replied with a smile, before spinning on her heels, and making her way into the noisy, smoky atmosphere of the club. -oOo- The place was packed with women, mostly in their twenties and thirties, most of them wearing overtly sexy outfits, that revealed plenty of bare flesh. On the dance floor, female couples were dancing and fondling each other, to the sound of 'YMCA' by the 'Village People', while others sat at tables, drinking, or stood around conversing, in small intimate groups. The only guys around seemed to be waiters and bartenders, all handsome, muscular, Adonis types, stripped to the waist, except for the dicky-bows tied about their necks. As Jennifer entered the room, numerous pairs of eyes swung her way, blatantly checking her out. Jenny peered around, looking for any signs of the Joker, or his cronies. Suddenly, a hand clutched Jenny's shoulder, swinging her around to face an Amazon beauty, with straight, long, black hair, cascading over bare shoulders. The woman appeared to be in her mid-thirties and wore a black leather bustier and matching miniskirt, with black stiletto-heeled thigh-boots encasing her long lithe legs. A coiled whip hung from one shapely hip. The six-feet tall woman smiled at her, with scarlet painted lips. "What's a good looking broad like you doing here, all on your lonesome?" she enquired in a husky voice, reaching out and slipping one hand under the bottom of Jenny's cut-off top, pushing it up and fondling the shapely left breast. "I, um..." Jenny began, then gasped out loud, as the woman lowered her face, and began sucking on her erect nipple. "I, aaahh, I'm looking for a man," she managed to gasp, as the woman freed her other breast from its confines, and lavished similar attention to the rock-hard crest. "Huh?" The woman paused her suckling to glance up at Jenny's red face, with a quizzical look on her own. "Honey, you've DEFINITELY come to the wrong place!" she declared, with a lewd twist of her lips. "No, no, I'm looking for one particular man," gasped the blonde, blushing even deeper. "A weird looking guy, with a white complexion, top hat and clown make-up." "Hmm?" The raven-haired beauty gave the nipple a final loving lick, then straightened up, while casually slipping a hand beneath the girl's skirt, and rubbing stiffened fingers against the clinging material covering Jenny's pussy. "Now that you mention it, I have seen a weird looking character slip through that door out back," she admitted, nodding in the direction of the doorway. "Now, how about you and me going back to my place and getting..." "Thanks!" Jenny gasped, pulling away from the Amazon, before she could finish propositioning her, then turning and hurrying across the crowded dance floor toward the door, her unfettered breasts jiggling, fetchingly. "But..." the frustrated Amazon called after her, one arm raised, before turning away, with a shrug of disappointment. When Jenny reached the indicated doorway, she pulled her top down over her swaying breasts, and reached for her purse. "Damn!" she cursed, under her breath. In her hurry to get away from the raven-haired Amazon, she'd dropped her purse, and with it her cell phone. She didn't want to return, to retrieve it; the Amazon would be bound to regard such an action as a 'come on'. She decided to explore a little further and, turning the handle, discovered that the door, which had a large 'Private, Authorized Personnel Only' sign on it, was unlocked. She eased it open a few inches, then glancing around, she waited until no one was looking in her direction and slipped through the partially open doorway. Jennifer found herself in a Spartan stairwell, with both an ascending and descending flight of steps. She decided to go down, and started to descend, trying not to make too much noise with her high-heels. At the bottom of the second flight, was a closed, but unlocked, doorway. She eased open the door a crack, and peered into the gloomy interior. As her eyes grew accustomed to the subdued lighting, she gave a small gasp. There was someone standing in the middle of the room, legs apart and arms held high above her head. "Barbara!" Jenny gasped, as she recognized the woman in the gloomy cellar. Barbara was naked, apart from a pair of black, high-heeled thigh boots. She hung, head-down, from wrist manacles, attached to a length of chain, looped over an overhead girder. Dried semen glistened on her belly and thighs, and her pubic hair was a wet, tangled mass, plastered to her nicely padded mons. Jenny carefully checked out the rest of the cellar. It appeared to be deserted, apart from her friend, although there was another closed door on the far wall. She eased open the door, slipped inside, and crept over to the slumped figure. "Barbara, are you all right?" she whispered, raising the chin of her friend off her chest. "Huh, wha...?" slurred the redhead, her eyelids fluttering open. Her eyes widened with surprise, as they slowly focused on the young blonde. "Jen? Thank goodness!" she croaked. "I don't think I could've taken much more!" "Don't worry, hon, I'll soon have you out of this," Jenny promised, with a crooked grin, trying not to wrinkle up her nose, at the stench of stale cum. She pulled a steel hairgrip from her blonde locks, and set to work on the lock of one of the wrist shackles. This involved her standing on the tips of her toes and stretching up to reach the lock, inadvertently causing her skimpy top to ride up over her breasts, and giving Barbara a full view of her deliciously swaying orbs. "I wish I had the key to these damned things," Jenny muttered in exasperation, as she wiggled the hairgrip about in the lock mechanism. "You mean this?" enquired an amused male voice. Before Jennifer could react, a pair of ham-like hands grasped her wrists, and pulled them down and behind her back, before spinning her around, to face the owner of the voice, who was dangling a small key from his white gloved left hand. "Joker!" she gasped. A tremor of fear ran down her spine, and the blood drained from her face. The grinning caricature looked her up and down, before lingering on her exposed breasts. "I'm afraid you have the advantage over me, young lady," he replied. "Who might you be?" "I... I'm Jenny, Jennifer Goodbody, Barbara's research assistant at the library," retorted Jenny. "I came here to rescue her from your evil clutches!" The Joker chuckled. "But instead, you seem to have fallen into my evil clutches also!" He looked over her shoulder, at the grinning Jake. "Strip the bitch, Jake! Then tie her to the Gordon woman, face to face!" he ordered. Jake's grin widened even further. "Sure thing, boss!" he growled. "Noooo, you..." Jenny hardly felt the blow to the back of her head, before she slumped to the floor, unconsciousness. -oOo- Jennifer swam back to consciousness, just as Jake finished tying her right ankle to Barbara's left, with a length of nylon cord. Her left ankle had already been bound to Barbara's right, and several loops of rope had been wrapped about their waists, pulling their torsos tight up against each other. Her wrists were handcuffed together, behind Barbara's back, her hands resting on her friend's shapely bare buttocks. Most of her clothes had been removed, leaving her naked, apart from her stockings and heels. As she squirmed, Jenny's stomach slid over the cum soaked belly of her friend, and their tightly squashed breasts rubbed against one another, erotically. Their faces were mere inches apart, as she looked into Barbara's green eyes. "I-I'm sorry Barbara, I seem to have made a real mess of things," she apologized, tears glistening in her big blue eyes. Barbara smiled, regretfully. "You did you best, Jen, and for that I shall be forever grateful!" "Heh, heh, heh! Hear that, Jake? The slut is grateful! Go fetch the strap-on, and she can show Blondie here just how grateful she can really be!" exclaimed the Clown Prince of Crime. -oOo- Jake finished strapping the dildo about Barbara's waist and thighs, and then inserted the end into Jenny's vagina, with a lewd grin on his ugly features. He then proceeded to wrap the length of rope back around their waists, pulling them together. Jennifer gasped with pain, as the dildo was forced into her tight, comparatively dry pussy. "Leave the bitches sufficient slack to hump each other," ordered the Joker. Jake nodded, then tied off the rope. "Okay, slut, start humping," the Joker ordered Barbara, "or do I have to come around behind you, and give you some encouragement?" As he spoke, he hefted his fat pallid cock in one gloved hand, his gaze dropping to her shapely ass. Barbara gulped, and nodded, panic reflected in her big green eyes. "I-I'm so sorry, Jen, but I have no choice," she whispered, as she began to sway her hips back and forth, humping into her helpless friend's cunt. "Barbara, please... nooooo! Aaaghh! Oh God..." gasped the horrified blonde, as the dildo started to piston in and out of her sex. The humping continued for several minutes, as Jen's pussy grew sopping wet, and the cellar was filled with the squelching sounds of the pistoning sex toy. "Oh Jesus, Barbara, I'm going to cum! Aaaahhhhhhhh!" cried Jenny, now desperately thrusting her hips forward to meet each delicious penetration. Suddenly, the cellar door flew inward, with a loud bang, and two costumed figures sprang into the room. "Batman and Robin!" cursed the Joker. "Get 'em boys!" Jake and Sid, who had been standing back against the far wall, enjoying the show, sprang at the costumed intruders. Jake threw a mighty roundhouse punch at Batman, who deftly swayed aside, then kneed his powerful but clumsy advisory in the groin, as Jake stumbled passed. The muscular hoodlum sank to his knees, groaning with pain. Sid was more successful, managing to spin Robin around and wrap his powerful arms around the Boy Wonder's torso, before proceeding to try to crush the life out of him. "Holy Rib Cracker!" gasped Robin, slamming his head back into his attacker's face. There was a sickening crunch, as Sid's nose was splattered all over his ugly features, and he realized his hold, to clutch at his damaged face. "You broke by dose!" he protested, as the blood gushed out past his spread fingers. "You're lucky that's all I broke," snarled the Boy Wonder, spinning around to face him. Meanwhile, Jake had staggered back to his feet, still clutching his aching testicles. "You bastard!" he snarled, rushing at Batman once again, arms outstretched (Some people never learn). Barbara and Jenny were both too far gone to even notice the events unfolding around them. "Yes, yesss, yessss!" screamed Jenny, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her back arched, as Barbara continued to piston into her sopping snatch, experiencing orgasm after orgasm. "Oooooh yesssss!" groaned Barbara, arching her spine. Throughout the fucking, the base of the carefully positioned dildo, had been pressing up against her clitoris, gradually bringing her to the boil, and the squirming blonde on the end of her strap-on, had finally sent her tumbling over the edge. A flood of secretions poured from her wet pussy, adding to the cum that already coated her belly and thighs. Batman swayed aside, like a matador avoiding the on-rushing bull, and, grabbing the seat of Jake's pants, helped him on his way. Jake let out a wail of fear and struck the stone wall, head first, and with a groan of pain, slumped to the floor, unconscious. "Oh no you don't," growled the Caped Crusader, grabbing the Joker by the collar, as white-faced clown tried to sneak past him, and out of the exit doorway. "You aren't going anywhere, you Grinning Fiend, except maybe straight back to Arkham Asylum?" "Curses! Let go of me, you Caped Buffoon!" snarled The Joker, struggling, briefly, before conceding defeat. Batman walked over to Robin, who had just slipped the Bat-cuffs around the wrists of the bloodied Sid, dragging The Joker by his coat collar. "Better cuff The Joker, then that other thug," he said, nodding toward Jake. Robin nodded, and took charge of the white-faced villain. Batman turned, and walked over to the two near naked girls, who were both soaked in perspiration, and resting their heads on each others shoulder, breathing heavily, shapely naked chests rising and falling. "Are you girls okay?" he asked, anxiously. Jenny's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at him. "We are now," she murmured, happily, followed by a long sigh of contentment. Batman's eyes suddenly alighted on the dildo, still buried deep inside the young blonde's vagina. "Oh, um, er, yes," he blustered, averting his eyes, as realization dawned. "I'll try to find the keys to those cuffs and free you both!" "There's no hurry," murmured Barbara, squirming her hips, and giving Jennifer a dreamy smile. -oOo- Jim Gordon shook Batman's hand once again. They were standing in the Commissioner's office in GCPD Headquarters, together with his daughter, Barbara Gordon, Robin the Boy Wonder, Batgirl (in reality Jennifer Goodbody), and Chief O'Hara. "I cannot thank you enough, for bringing my little girl back to me unharmed, Batman," he gushed, tears glistening in his eyes. "Much of the credit must go to Batgirl, here!" replied Batman, modestly. "Thankfully, Miss Gordon is relatively unaffected by her ordeal." "Thank you, Batgirl, I shall remain eternally grateful!" exclaimed the Commissioner, turning to the costumed female crime-fighter and pumping her hand. "And we have managed to put The Joker back behind bars, where he belongs," added Robin, punching one gloved fist into the palm of the other, for emphasis. "Not to mention recovering the million dollar ransom money, and the Glastonbury Tome," added Batman, with a satisfied nod. "Are you sure that you're okay, my darling?" enquired the Commissioner, turning to his daughter, who was now wearing a somber gray business suit and a pair of spectacles. "I'm fine daddy," she insisted, red-faced. "Please stop making me blush like this in front of everyone." Batgirl: The Price of Silence Ch. 15 "Very well dear, but I still think you should take a few days off, before returning to work at the library!" "I want things to return to normal as soon as possible, daddy! I'll be fine, really!" The Police Commissioner sighed, heavily. "Very well darling, I'm sure you know what's best!" "She's got the Gordon spunk, to be sure," added the Chief, in his thick Irish brogue. -oOo- Barbara looked up from her work, at the sharp knock on her office door. "Come in!" she called out, adjusting her spectacles on the bridge of her nose. The door swung inward, and the grinning figure of Brad Fleming entered. "Welcome back, Ms. Gordon!" he declared, perching himself on the corner of her desk, without bothering to ask her permission. He'd been feeling very full of himself ever since he'd been informed that no blame would be attached to him for the loss of the Tome, and that his position at the library was perfectly secure. Barbara sighed, heavily. "Thank you, Brad, but I'm sure that's not the main reason for your visit!" Brad grinned. "Not only cute, but sharp as a tack," he chortled. "You're right, of course, Miss Gordon. I was wondering if you would like to view one of the security videos with me, back on my office computer?" Barbara frowned. "Security video?" "Yep, it was taken shortly before your kidnapping... by a miniature camera I'd placed in that storeroom, just along the corridor from your office. You know, the one where that guy tried to rape you?" Barbara went a deathly pale. She nodded dumbly, rising from her chair, and meekly following him back to his office. -oOo- "Please have a seat, Miss Gordon, I've already got the PC all set up," Brad informed her, walking over to the desktop computer, and clicking an icon to bring up the Windows media player from the desktop. Barbara sat down, gripping the armrest tightly, her eyes glued to the monitor screen, while Brad started the recording. The girl on the screen turned and placed her hands flat against the wall, bracing herself, while at the same time lewdly spreading her thighs apart, and thrusting her shapely ass in the air. The open crotch of her panties slid apart, revealing her delicious pussy, already glistening with moisture. She wiggled her ass in eager anticipation, moments before the man thrust his huge cock deep into her cunt and started pumping it in and out. The girl arched her back, her face contorted with animal lust, a silent cry of pleasure escaping from her open mouth. Brad clicked off the recording. "Seen enough of yourself Ms. Gordon?" he enquired, with a sneer. Barbara swallowed hard, unable to look him in the eye and nodded, barely perceptibly. "Wha... What are you going to d-do with that recording?" she asked, in a tremulous voice. Brad chuckled and swiveled his chair around to face her. "Nothing, if you co-operate fully," he murmured pleasantly, placing a hand on her knee. Barbara did not try to pull away. "What d-do you mean?" she gasped, wide-eyed. "Just give me what that other guy was getting, and this will remain our little secret," he murmured, with a smirk on his face. "I... I..." "You DO realize what the alternative is, don't you, Barbara? Instant dismissal from the library, and nationwide humiliation when I go public with this! What will daddy say when he finds out what a slut his precious daughter has turned into?" She gazed up at him, her eyes glistening with barely contained tears, and nodded. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" she asked, dejectedly, her shoulders slumping in defeat. Brad walked over and pulled the blind down over the window in the door, and turned the key in the lock, before answering. "There, that should keep us from being disturbed! What do I want? Why, I want you to do exactly what you did in that recording, my dear, right here and now!" "Please, no!" "Do it, bitch!" he snapped, his expression turning ugly. Barbara stood up, and with trembling fingers, removed her glasses, and unbuttoned her white blouse, and shrugged it off, before unclipping her lacy black bra, and slipping that off as well. Her shapely breasts swayed delightfully, the nipples already standing out, hard and erect. "Delightful!" Brad murmured as she arched her back slightly while her fingers fumbled with the zip, at the rear of her tight-fitting, relatively short skirt. She succeeded, and then pushed the skirt down over her hips, allowing it to fall to the floor, then delicately stepped out of it. She now stood before him, wearing just her black panties, lacy-topped stockings and unusually high-heels. Without being asked, she shuffled her feet apart. "Well, well, well," Brad chuckled, noting, with amusement that the panties were of the open crotch variety. "Who's a naughty little girl now?" His eyes were glued to the wispy thatch of red pubic hair, and the hint of moist pinkness glistening within, as he rose to his feet and approached her. He reached out and ran his palms over her firm round orbs, thumbing the nipples into full hardness. "I've wanted to do this from the very first moment I set eyes on you," he revealed, huskily. "What now?" she groaned, closing her eyes, as his fingers closed over her erect nipples, squeezing and tugging on them. "Why now you turn around and brace yourself against the wall, and spread those luscious thighs wide apart! It's time for me to fuck you, bitch!" With a sob of defeat, Barbara turned and pressed her hands against the wall, feet widespread, and shapely ass thrust out toward him. Brad grinned as he pulled out his already swollen and aching erection, and positioned the glans between her swollen pussy lips. "Brace yourself, bitch, 'cause I don't believe in foreplay!" he growled, then thrust his hips forward, embedding himself fully in her succulent cunt. "Aaaaahhh!" The librarian gasped with pain, as he entered her, and began to pump in and out of her tight vulva. "God... you're... sopping wet, you... wanton... slut!" he panted, as he thrust in and out of her powerfully. Barbara Gordon groaned with pleasure, arching her spine, as she felt the old, addictive excitement starting to build up inside her. Brad did not see the smile of satisfaction on her lips or the twinkle in her eye. Things were working out just as she had hoped. "Brad should be good for at least one fuck each working day!" she mused, panting happily. End * What's This? Is this the end of the exciting adventures of our Sexy Superheroine? Will she curtail her nocturnal law enforcement, on behalf of the good citizens of Gotham? Is Barbara Gordon destined to become just another computer nerd like the rest of us? Not on your life! Stay tuned to this website for further adventures of the Gorgeous Girl of Gotham, when the Dark Damsel falls into the clutches of none other than... The Catwoman!