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Greetings. My name is The Scene-Stealer and I am here to present to you a series of tales from the realms of popular fiction, in particular television and movies.

I inhabit the dark realms within these universes, and it is here I see the things that weren't shown, the things that might have happened and the things that should have happened.

I present these tales of dark pleasures to you the readers who deserve to know the entire story.

Did you ever wonder what could happen if the situation was changed in one of your favourite films or television shows?

I am here to present the answer to you. If you have a situation that you would like to see exposed, then inform me and I shall do my utmost to find out the real truth for you.

This is a tale of the Candyman, a fictional figure who can jump in and out of any storyline, into any tv show, movie or comic book universe and interact with the characters, creating his own story.

Today's story takes the Candyman to the 1960s Batman TV show.

Candyman 1: Holy Batfuck Batman!

By The Scene Stealer

Chapter 1

Paul Finnegan often found himself walking around town at this time of the afternoon these days. University was on semester break and he had already read all this week's new comic books, he'd finished playing all the new video games he'd downloaded, and he'd had his fill of Internet porn for the day. There was always time for more porn later. Now he wanted a hit of caffeine, and there was always the chance one of the hot waitresses would be at the shop. He knew that with his thin body, his longish curly hair and glasses, they didn't give him a first look, let alone a second, but he didn't care. He could still look at them for his own amusement, and fantasise.

Paul was so deep in thought that he wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, and as he rounded the next corner he walked straight into a pair of younger guys, whom he knocked to the ground. He immediately realised that they had been attempting to rob an older guy who was lying on the ground bleeding from behind his grey hair at the temple and from a cut on his lip.

Paul wasn't sure why he did it, but he yelled at the two guys who for some reason bought his bluff and took off, maybe just because of all the attention he was now drawing to them.

Paul looked down and realised he was standing on the old guy's suit tails. He must have been an entertainer or something as he was wearing sparkly green tails, purple trousers, white spats over orange shoes, and a purple top hat was lying on the ground nearby.

The old guy coughed a bit, and Paul grabbed his arm to help him up.

"Thank you my boy, those hooligans were trying to rob me."

"You need to be more careful, especially dressed like that," Paul said motioning to the sparkly jacket and top hat.

"Indeed. Let me buy you a coffee for your trouble."

Paul and the old guy, whose name was Danny, sat at a table near the window. Paul got up and grabbed their drinks when the girl called his order, and he brought his coffee and Danny's hot chocolate back.

"You know my boy, I think it's time I retired from all this," he said as he brushed the dust off the top of his hat.

"What do you do?" asked Paul curiously.

"An enquiring mind, I like you more and more my boy. I am a Candyman."

"What's that? Do you make chocolates or something?"

"Well it's more a title than a job. You see, where I come from we all have roles to play, a storyline to fulfil if you like."

Paul nodded cautiously, he wasn't sure what drugs this guy was on, but he was sure something chemical was involved.

"In the land of fiction, I am the Candyman. I provide all the tasty treats for people's stories, for their fantasies."

"Ok, well I have to get back to studying for my Computer Science exams, so I need to get going. Nice to meet you Danny," Paul began to stand when Danny grabbed hold of his forearm.

"I can see you think I'm mad, as mad as I thought Thomas was, when he passed this job on to me."

Danny tapped the side of his head for a moment, thinking.

"I know, television! Most of the tales of your generation have been told by television."

Paul was moving his chair back away from the table as slowly as he could, hoping Danny wouldn't notice.

"What's something that appeals to you Paul?" Danny closed his eyes for a second and then his eyes opened, and where they had once been a sort of grey blue colour, they were now sparkling iridescent green, like an emerald.

"I believe the show was called... Batman?"

Suddenly Paul could hear the theme song in his head, or at least he thought so, then from outside the shop he could hear the familiar roaring noise of a vehicle, and a second later he saw the old 60s TV Batmobile go driving past.

"Oh that's good, how did you arrange that?" Paul was up at the window, looking left and right trying to see what was going on.

A moment later he heard the roar of a motorcycle and in a flash or purple and yellow, Batgirl on her Batgirl-cycle drove quickly past as well.

"Look, this is very elaborate. What do you want from me Danny?"

"You still don't get it do you my boy? This is the land of fiction, I've brought you inside, and anything can happen here, I control it. Now as a gift to you," Danny reached out and touched his finger to Paul's temple. Paul rocked back in his seat as a series of little green and purple coloured explosions went off behind his eyes.

"...I'm sharing it with you."

Paul's vision recovered and he adjusted his glasses on his nose. Danny was sitting patiently across from him, and as he looked around he realised he wasn't in his normal coffee shop any longer. He was in some kind of retro 60s caf�, all done up in weird bright colours... just like something out of the TV show.

"So you're trying to tell me I'm in the show or something?" laughed Paul.

"Now you're getting it. You're in the show, and you're writing the script too."

"So how does it work then?" asked Paul, humouring the old guy.

"Just think about what you want to happen, and the storyline will then twist in that direction."

"Ok then, let's try this then."

Paul thought for a second, and then instantly the door opened and a tall brunette woman in a faux tiger-skin fur coat came striding into the room. She held the coat closed with one hand near her throat, and she seemed to be lightly purring like a cat as she surveyed the room. She walked to the counter and as the assistant approached her, she let go of the coat and it fell open revealing a skin-tight, black jumpsuit with a sparkly gold belt around her waist.

"Danny!" squeaked Paul. "Do you know who that is? It's Catwoman from the TV show."

"I know," chuckled Danny. "Wasn't she black though?"

A moment later a second Catwoman appeared alongside the first one. She was much shorter, and was a curvaceous black woman. She wore an identical jumpsuit and belt to her brunette counterpart, but had forgone the tiger-skin coat. Her jet-black hair was platted tightly and piled up in a bun on top of her head. She wore a black shiny mask made of the same material as the jumpsuit, and she fondled a leather whip in her hand. She was purring very loudly.

"Yeah, she was Catwoman too, later on once the first one left, but I preferred the original one," Paul said pointing at the brunette.

"Ok then," suddenly with a pop, the second Catwoman vanished. "Try creating something else," Danny grinned at him, and motioned for him to get on with it.

Paul thought, and a second later a short squat man in a top hat and tails, smoking a cigarette in a long holder, came waddling into the caf�, swinging an umbrella in his hand.

"Waugh, Waugh Waugh," he croaked as he waddled over to Catwoman.

"It's Penguin too, I just thought of that."

Danny nodded and smiled as he could see Paul was now catching on.

"Everything I've said is true. You can do anything here; it's all up to you. As long as the story keeps going along, the world you've created will survive."

"Are there rules I have to follow? Can I do anything I like?"

"Anything you like, it's your story Paul. I tend to stay away from the gory horror stuff though, it gets pretty messy sometimes."

"Ok, sounds like a good plan to me," nodded Paul, absentmindedly.

"Well I'll be off then Paul, enjoy your new job. I think I might go fishing on a little boat somewhere. Don't call me, I'm retired."

Paul looked at Danny and saw a little old man in an old brown suit, as he slowly faded away.

Paul looked down and found that he was now wearing the sparkly green tails, and had the purple top hat on his head.

"Hmm, looks like I'm in charge here," Paul said to himself. "What will I do now?"

Chapter 2

Paul moved quickly from his bedroom to the lounge, he had servants and some underlings who were attending to his every whim, here at stately Candy-mansion. Paul had created a house for himself and tricked it out with every possible mod con he could imagine. He had a new tailor as well, and had changed the tails into a long green leather coat. Under the coat he was wearing a sort of purple jumpsuit and a yellow utility belt of sorts, not unlike Batman's.

"Breakfast would be good, right about now," he announced, and watched as several servants came running out to place food before him on the table.

The last one was a blonde maid who draped the napkin over his lap and then turned to leave.

Suddenly a flash of desire shot across Paul's mind, and he grinned a wicked grin.

"I wonder?" he asked himself, and suddenly the maid stopped and turned back to face him. Her uniform changed from that of a prim and proper English maid, to that of a naughty French maid. Her black skirt was now way too short, showing off the frilly white panties and black suspender belt underneath, which was holding up her lacy black stockings. The rest of the uniform consisted of a frilly white apron, a lacy black bra and a pair of black high heels. It was all topped off with a little white lacy cap.

"A new uniform for you, and your name's Evette now."

She nodded her blonde head. "Of course, Sir."

"Hmm, and how about..." he thought for a second and with a short squeak of surprise from Evette, her breasts suddenly enlarged from a b cup to a double d, and her bra adjusted accordingly. A moment later her blonde hair also grew longer, stopping half way down her back.

"Much nicer Evette," Paul smiled at her. "I also need this attended to," he said pointing down at the now obvious erection making a tent out of the front of his jumpsuit.

Knowing immediately what her master required, Evette smiled, pursing her plump red lips to reveal her perfect white teeth, and licked them sensuously. Evette crawled under the table and positioned herself on her knees before him as she undid his suit, Paul pulled his chair back in towards her and began eating his breakfast happily.

Paul stood on his hover board, and glided silently over the rooftops of TV Gotham City. He enjoyed having years of pop culture as a pool of inventions to draw from and knew he could run rings around all the citizens of Gotham, both criminal and upstanding alike.

For his amusement, he had decided to pose as a new villain called the Penetrator, and even had a nice erect cartoon dick on his chest as his logo.

He decided to knock out his competition first, so he had set about hunting down the other criminals of Gotham, and convincing them to work for him. He was now a real crime boss, the undisputed King of Gotham. The TV versions of these villains were pussies, unlike their homicidal comic book counterparts, so even the Joker had been a pushover. Now, like some giant team-up story, they were all sitting in a newly refurbished warehouse, ready to do his bidding, and arguing with each other.

Paul and his villains had spread the word about this new super villain in town, and he knew it would reach the ears of Batman sooner rather than later.

He had just the audacious plan with which to catch their attention.

Bruce Wayne ran into the study of Stately Wayne Manor. The large red telephone was buzzing on the desk before him. His ward, Dick Grayson, was alongside him, as always, as he held the handset to his ear.

"Yes Commissioner?"

"Batman, it's terrible. Miss Gotham has been kidnapped by some dastardly fiend."

"We'll be there right away," and as they had done innumerable times before, Bruce and Dick quickly made their way down the Batpoles into the Batcave. Now dressed in their uniforms, they leapt into the Batmobile and quickly sped out into the night.

Paul was watching all of this on a big screen TV, like it was an episode of the show, laughing in amusement as Evette and her new brunette assistant, Sasha, massaged his neck and shoulders.

"They're going to love this next bit ladies," he chuckled pointing at the screen, and piled some more popcorn into his mouth.

The Dynamic Duo ran into the Commissioner's office, where Commissioner Gordon and Sergeant O'Hara were waiting for them.

"You arrived just in time Caped Crusader; we've received a message on the police computer."

The Commissioner pointed to the wall behind them, as part of the bookcase slid away to reveal a television screen.

The image crackled into life, and Paul, complete with standard little eye mask, stepped into frame.

"You may be wondering what terrible fate has befallen Miss Gotham?" Paul reached out of frame and then yanked a longhaired blonde bimbo into the picture. She was gagged, wearing a diamond tiara, and a silver ball gown. There was a sash around her shoulder, with the words 'Miss Gotham' written on it.

"Holy Beauty Pageant Batman, it's Miss Gotham!"

"Indeed it is chum," mused Batman, trying to take in everything he saw before him.

"We have not done anything to her...yet"

"If you fiends touch one hair on that innocent young woman's head..."

"Settle down boy," Paul glared at the Boy Wonder. "I don't know why any of them put up with you. I could understand it if Batman was gay, but you don't even have that going for you."

Robin and everyone else in the room were stunned. No villain had ever behaved like this before.

"Do you clowns know who I am?"

"I deduce from the rather inflammatory imagery on your outfit that you are the Penetrator," Batman said as he stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Very good Batman, 10 points to you. Now what do you suppose my name signifies eh? The Joker tells jokes with his crimes, the Riddler challenges you with riddles, Catwoman has feline based crimes and Penguin prefers things of the feathered variety."

"I suppose you... p...p...penetrate?" suggested Robin, now feeling very worried.

"Unclench your buttocks Boy Wonder; I'm not into men, so you're in no danger of having me come home to roost in your back passage."

Robin breathed a sigh of relief, and Batman placed a supporting hand on his shoulder.

"Then what foul deeds are you up to, Penetrator?" demanded the

Commissioner.

"I'm so glad you asked Commissioner. Shall I show you?"

The camera panned back to show Julie Madison, Miss Gotham, being dragged back across the room by a masked man, who was obviously the Joker in a mask. The Joker gave out his signature laugh as he threw Julie forwards into the waiting arms of the masked Riddler and the masked Penguin.

"More masked men, I wonder who these miscreants are?" asked Robin.

"You really are hopeless aren't you," said Paul as he turned to the camera and shook his head in disbelief.

From another room behind them, the masked Catwoman rolled in a metal Gyno table, with stirrups and leather straps, all ready to go.

"You're seriously telling me you don't know who that is, Batman?" he said pointing at Catwoman.

"I can't say, her disguise prevents identification," lamented Batman.

"Ok boys, I'll give you some freebies. Let's see if you can follow this. Green hair, white skin, and purple suit, laughs a lot. Who does that sound like?"

"The Joker," Robin retorted forcefully.

"Ok, now look here," he stood alongside the Joker, still wearing his tiny mask. "Green hair, white skin, purple suit," he said pointing at each thing. "Now do the laugh," he instructed. Joker helpfully cackled on request, and Paul turned back to stare at them.

"Any ideas? No? Ok, take the mask off"

"Dear lord it's the Joker," said Commissioner Gordon in shock.

"Unbelievable, I haven't got all day for this, take off your masks," said Paul. The villains did so and smiled gleefully at the camera.

"The horror of it all," said a stunned O'Hara. "The Riddler, The Penguin, The Catwoman and The Joker, all working together with this new Penetrator."

"A veritable cacophony of evil," Batman said as he punched his gloved hand.

"Ok, enough of this lame bullshit. Time to get nasty," Paul spun on his heel and signalled Riddler and Joker to grab Julie from Penguin, and put her on the table.

Evette ran up behind Paul, also wearing a little mask, and grabbed his jacket from him as he slipped it off his shoulders.

"I think I'm really going to enjoy this," he grinned back at the camera.

Julie's wrists were quickly strapped down on either side of the table, and then her legs were placed up into the stirrups and were strapped down, forcing her dress up into a tent over her legs.

"Holy metal contraptions Batman, what is that thing?"

"It appears to be some kind of gynaecological device, best left to the professionals Robin."

"Do you actually hear what you're saying?" Paul walked around alongside the table, patting Julie on the belly to calm her.

"Don't worry, it will all be ok. I'm sure Batman will save you... once we're finished with you," and his laughter caused all the other villains to join in.

"Catwoman, would you be so good as to assist me."

"But of courrrse," she purred as she walked back into frame with a nurse's cap perched over the little black cat's ears in her hair, a white lab coat over her costume, and a pair of rubber gloves with the fingertips cut off to allow her costume's claws to poke through.

She helped Paul pull his rubber gloves on too, and then lifted a facemask up into place over his mouth.

Catwoman then took hold of a metal wheel, located at one side of the bench, and began to turn it. With a metallic ratcheting noise, at a join in the middle of the table, slowly, the top half of the table lifted up. Shortly Julie found herself sitting up like she was in a chair, facing the camera.

"Look at this," Paul grabbed her by the chin and turned her to face the camera. "A future Miss America, maybe even Miss Universe. A real beauty, sweet, innocent," Paul stroked his finger down her cheek, caressing the face of the innocent nineteen year old. She flinched as he did that, and they all laughed.

"This device, Boy Wonder, is for examinations. Specifically it's for examining a woman's most private areas, excuse the phrase Catwoman, her pussy."

Catwoman purred happily as the Commissioner fell back into the arm chair behind him, Sergent O'Hara staggered back and held himself up on the table, while the Boy Wonder was aghast and Batman stood stoically in the face of this unspeakable evil.

"You go too far, it's beastly," declared the Commissioner.

"Monstrous," chimed in O'Hara.

"You'll never get away with this," declared Robin.

"You can't stop me Robin, all you can do is stand there, impotently, whilst we take this young woman's virtue before your very eyes. And know this, she is only the first." Paul was enjoying playing the melodramatic super villain.

"Her straps Kitty," requested Paul.

With a flick of her claws, Catwoman cut through the shoulder straps of the dress Julie was wearing, and then the bra straps underneath.

"Now for the reveal that every young man in Gotham dreams about," Paul indicated that Catwoman should continue.

Reaching around from where she stood behind their captive, Catwoman grabbed hold of the neckline of the dress and pulled it down, taking the bra with it. A second later, Julie's naked nipples were poking their way to freedom.

"Verrrry niiiice, Penetratorrrr," purred Catwoman as she ran the tip of her claw around the beauty queen's exposed nipple and then cupped the girl's naked breast.

"See here Boy wonder, these are called tits. And these are what the tits of a beauty queen look like. These are a d cup, so they're a nice large set." Paul grabbed hold of one of them in his hand and squeezed it, enjoying the feel of her breast meat in his palm.

"Now that's what a man wants, a handful of tit," he said as he let go and gave her nipple a squeeze too.

"Hurry up and get on with it Penetrator, Batman and the Boy Blunder will be here soon," instructed the Joker.

"Waugh, Waugh. Hurry up lad," yelled the Penguin as he grabbed hold of the hem of her dress and threw it up onto her chest to reveal her sensible cotton briefs underneath.

"Oh, oh, let me," giggled the Riddler as he jumped forwards with a pair of scissors.

"Why are these panties like an axe Batman," giggled Riddler as he grabbed hold of the waistband and began to cut down both sides of the garment.

"Because they're both for the chop," Batman said sadly, unable to help this young woman.

"Indeed!" he said with a flourish as he pulled the destroyed piece of cotton away from her body, exposing her blonde bush of pubic hair.

"This, my young friend, is pubic hair," said Paul as he ran his fingers down and around through her muff. "One day you might grow some too."

"Why if I was there..."

"Yes I know Robin, you'd cry like the little bitch you are," laughed Paul.

"Let's have a look then Catwoman, zoom in Riddler we don't want them to miss anything."

Catwoman moved alongside Julie and placed her gloved hand between the blonde's thighs, she ran her fingers down either side of her slit, and then spread Julie's lips apart with her fingers, revealing the quivering pink flesh within.

Batman and the others watched in horror as the camera zoomed in, filling up the screen with the image of the young woman's nether regions.

"See that Boy Wonder," Paul was leaning forwards with a pointer stick, like a schoolteacher. "That little ring of flesh around her fuck hole, that's her cherry," all the villains whooped and hollered in enjoyment.

"This here is virgin territory pardners," said Paul in his best mock western accent.

The Joker was laughing insanely as Paul moved forwards between the woman's thighs. His especially constructed outfit knew what was coming, it's mildly telepathic material read the thoughts of the wearer and like a stage show curtain, it parted itself at the fly and allowed his erect cock to emerge.

"Time to become a woman dearrr," whispered Catwoman into Julie's ear, in an almost motherly tone. She stroked Julie's cheek as she stood back up to watch the show, licking her own teeth and lips sensually, purring intently.

Paul lined his cock up, and ran the head up and down Julie's terrified slit.

Julie gasped at the touch of his warm flesh against her innocence, and shook her head trying to stop his advances.

"Now this is what happens when a mommy and daddy love each other very much Boy Wonder, or it's what happens when the Penetrator gets hold of your girlfriend," he laughed at the aghast look on Robin's face. "Oh that's right, you don't have a girlfriend do you little bird boy."

"When is a cherry like a balloon?" asked the Riddler, shoving his face into the camera lens, with a grin, before stepping away to again show the horrible sight before them.

Paul suddenly shoved forwards, and the beauty queen screeched through her gag.

"When it's been popped," grunted Paul as began to slide back out of her. The Riddler giggled from off camera, while Catwoman purred loudly and excitedly, and the Joker and The Penguin began their own versions of laughter.

"Oh this is definitely the life boys," Paul grunted as he began to pump into her faster and faster, giving the Joker a friendly slap on the shoulder.

"Try some of her charms," he suggested to the other villains, pointing at her tits, and Riddler didn't need asking twice. Like a jackrabbit he was up onto the table. He had the handkerchief gag out of her mouth and was forcing his now erect cock between her plump red lips. Joker and Penguin had to make do with her meaty tits, which they groped and fondled to their heart's content.

"Why didn't we think of this before?" groaned Riddler as he finished jack hammering his cock in and out of her mouth, he threw his head back and shot his load of come down her unwilling throat.

"Out of the way Riddler, let someone else have a turn," yelled Joker as he shoved Riddler off the table and pressed his chalk white cock against the abused girl's mouth.

"Batman, I hope there's a good home for unwed mothers here in Gotham, little Miss Julie here's about to need it," and with a groan of pleasure Paul pressed his cock in as hard and as deep as he could go and began to spurt his hot come into the blonde beauty queen's unprotected womb.

"You barbarian!" exclaimed Batman in horror as he saw this new villain do the unspeakable to this poor young woman.

"Exxxxcellllent," purred Catwoman as she grabbed hold of his cock as it slid out of the moist pussy, and she sucked it quickly into her mouth to clean all the juices off it.

"Out of the way you two. Waugh, Waugh, Waugh," coughed the Penguin as he unzipped his pants and released his abnormally large cock, pushing Paul and Catwoman out from between Julie's quivering thighs.

"Why Pengy, you never mentioned that, it's purrrrfect," said Catwoman in disbelief.

"No time for chit chat, we Penguins have needs, and we don't do sloppy seconds," he pointed at the dripping pussy before him.

Penguin slapped Julie on the arse and spread her cheeks apart to reveal her arsehole.

"Waugh, now there's my prize," and with a birdlike squark he pressed his cock forwards against her defenceless arsehole and began to slide slowly in.

Julie managed to get a shriek out around the Joker's cock, as her arsehole was being torn open.

"Pengy old boy, do that again. She's making my cock vibrate when she squeals, I love it!"

"Absolutely Joker old bean," and laughed as he pulled out and rammed back into her arsehole again, hard.

Paul turned back to the camera, lazily being worked by a now very satisfied Riddler. Riddler had also ridden her arsehole, after Penguin, and he had also slapped her tits about whilst Joker fucked her pussy again and again. Now he was content to sit lazily in a chair and turn the camera to point wherever it was required.

Years of pent up frustrations were pouring out of all the villains. Paul had tapped into a slightly more evil side of their TV characters and had fanned the flames, now like a raging fire their violent lusts were coming out for the first time.

Catwoman had slipped a big black strap-on over her jumpsuit; the zip of which she had opened at Paul's request to expose her c cup sized, naked tits. Her little gold cat's head pendant swang back and forwards in her cleavage as she gave the girl's pussy a good hammering with her big rubber cock. Her nipples were erect, and she purred in pleasure each time she rammed the dildo into Julie, as it jutted back against her own clit stimulating herself too, she loved every second of it. Never having had lesbian tendencies before, Paul made sure it was a side of her nature that Catwoman now wanted to explore in the future, and he had a certain Bat victim in mind for her.

"Well I guess that's all from us here at fun central, Boy Wonder. So it's over and out for now, and we'll drop Julie off somewhere when everyone's finished with her. Maybe at a bar where she can please some sailors first, sounds like a plan to me. Don't worry; you'll see me again though, very soon..."

The screen clicked off, and the now totally dishevelled group of crime fighters didn't know what to say.

"That poor woman," said Robin shaking his head.

"Those heartless fiends," said O'Hara.

"Come on Robin, we need to try and work out where they'll strike next!" and Batman ran out of the door to head back to the Batcave.

Chapter 3

Barbara Gordon slipped her glasses off and stared off thoughtfully across the library. It had been days since Julie Madison had been ravaged at the hands of a gang of vile miscreants, and neither the Dynamic Duo nor herself had managed to turn up anything on the Penetrator's whereabouts.

She did not intend to give up; she would go on patrol again tonight to see if she could locate the villains. Then she and Batman would give them everything they had coming to them.

Paul stroked his chin thoughtfully, and happily ran his fingers through Evette's hair as she gave him his morning blowjob. He was watching Barbara on his big screen, and began to construct his massive final game in his head, and there was no way it wasn't going to involve him fucking Batgirl's brains out.

Batgirl had been riding around for a few hours until she finally spotted one of the Penetrator's henchmen. Quietly and slowly she followed him to an old disused sex toy factory on the edge of town.

The henchman slipped inside a door at the side, and Batgirl followed him.

Cautiously she looked around, seeing nothing, and unsure as to where the henchman had gone, she moved forwards into the corridor. Almost immediately, with the loud clang of metal hitting concrete, a large metal birdcage slid down from above, catching her neatly within.

A moment later the once dimly light corridor was flooded with bright light, the walls slid apart like a giant stage set revealing a larger room and the cage was quickly surrounded by The Penetrator, and his companions, The Joker, The Riddler, The Catwoman and The Penguin.

"Batman will come for me, he knows exactly where I am," said Batgirl defiantly.

"I certainly hope so, that's the plan after all," grinned Paul to her obvious annoyance. "Joker, if you'd be so kind..."

Joker nodded and moved forwards, he pressed something in his pocket and with a laugh, his lapel flower suddenly shot out a cloud of pink gas that enveloped Batgirl's head. Batgirl coughed once and then a second later she was lying unconscious on the floor.

"Ok let's get ready for the Batboys."

"Batman, the signal from Batgirl's Batgirl-cycle is coming from that old abandoned sex toy factory."

"Ok Chum, lets be careful about this, I smell a rat."

Batman and Robin quickly threw their Batarangs up to the roof and tied off their Batropes before beginning the climb to the rooftop.

"Batman, I was thinking."

"Yes chum?"

"These criminals have no respect for the sanctity of the female body, they could just as easily do to Batgirl the same repulsive deeds which they perpetrated on poor Miss Gotham."

"Indeed they could, best to divert all of our energy to climbing and get there before that happens old pal."

Batman peered in to the factory below through the large glass skylight on the rooftop. Beneath them he and Robin could see the villains all milling around, waiting for something. They could see Batgirl on one side of the room, spreadeagled, tied upside down to a large wooden wheel.

Batman quietly lifted a glass panel out of the skylight, and handed it to Robin. They both prepared to jump down, and a second later they launched themselves into the villain's lair.

They hit the ground and as the pair of them made ready to start fighting the henchmen, a large spider's web snapped upwards off the ground below their feet. In their haste they hadn't noticed it spread across the floor, and now they found themselves tangled up in the sticky webbing.

The web lifted them both a few feet off the ground and there they hung, stuck, whilst the villains around them roared with laughter.

"You won't get away with this Penetrator!"

"Oh I think I will Batman. Wait until you see the fun I have cooked up for all of you."

"Batman, I feel kinda funny..."

"Robin, hold on. I think there's some kind of drug on this webbing."

"Don't bother with your utility belt Batman, the drug works much too quickly."

A second later both Caped Crusaders were unconscious.

Paul signalled and the web was lowered back to the floor, unfolding to reveal the spoils captured within.

"Catwoman, the utility belts first please, and don't forget your gloves."

Catwoman snapped on a pair of latex gloves to protect her hands from spider toxin, and she quickly undid Batman's and then Robin's utility belts and handed them to Paul.

"Thank you my dear, and now I'd like you to remove their costumes, every last stitch except for their masks."

"Happy to obliiiige," she grinned and began by removing Batman's boots, as Riddler handed her his trusty pair of scissors.

"Oh Commissioner, have you been looking for me," cackled the Joker.

Commissioner Gordon's head snapped around and looked at the car that had just pulled up into the car park behind Police Headquarters.

"Come to give yourself up Joker?"

"Why, yes I have. My conditions are that only you will take me in. Come and put the cuffs on me," he held his purple gloved hands out of the front passenger window of the purple sedan he was sitting in.

Commissioner Gordon approached quickly, eager to take the opportunity presented to him, and was shocked when the two men sitting in the back promptly grabbed him and bundled him inside. Using Paul's newly suggested guidelines to being a criminal, they chose to punch him in the jaw and knock him out immediately, instead of going with their normal badly tied ropes.

The Joker cackled insanely as they drove away.

Batgirl woke up groggily, she shook her head to try and clear it and slowly the room came into focus.

She looked around, finding herself strapped to a large wooden wheel, like an oversized wagon wheel. Before her were three sheets, each covering what appeared to be a person sitting in a chair.

"Let me down Penetrator," she demanded.

Paul turned and looked back at her over his shoulder.

"Ah you've finally rejoined us, how nice. Now we can get started," Paul clapped his hands and the lighting and music in the room changed, becoming darker and more menacing.

"A little something to suit the mood," he grinned at her; she stared back at him defiantly.

Henchmen flooded into the room and the four other villains arranged themselves near the sheet-covered chairs.

"It's Showtime!" Paul moved forwards and produced an old fashioned magic wand from his belt. He held the black stick up and tapped the wooden wheel with it. Two things happened instantly, the wheel began to spin slowly, beginning to turn Batgirl upside down. As the wheel turned, the sheets were slowly lifted off the chairs. After several revolutions the sheets were fully removed and the chair's occupants were revealed to her. Both Batman and Robin were strapped into a chair each, both stark naked, except for their masks, and alongside them in the third chair was her father, Commissioner Gordon.

"Are you ready for this one Batman? You'll love it."

Paul wheeled a large plastic multi-coloured gun in front of them, aimed it at Batgirl and then placed a microphone stand in front of each of them.

"What's that you fiend?"

"I'm glad you asked Batman, I'll show you."

Paul lined the gun up and pulled the trigger. A spongy ball shot out of the gun and with a wet splat noise, it slapped against Batgirl's left hand and splashed liquid on part of her sleeve too.

A second later it began to hiss and sizzle, immediately all the fabric touched by the liquid became purple gelatinous goo and simply slid off her body and fell to the ground with a plop.

Batgirl looked across in terror, afraid she had just been burned by acid or something like that.

"Fear not, Batgirl. It's not acid, just a little invention all of my own which only dissolves a single layer of fabric and leaves anything underneath untouched. It does nothing to flesh."

"You dastardly villain!" yelled Robin.

"Ahh, Boy Wonder. Found your balls I see. Don't worry, we haven't forgotten about the two of you."

"What have you done with my uniform?' demanded Robin.

"Well I had to let Catwoman remove them, to search for concealed weapons, and as a little souvenir for her if you will. After all, I can't expect us fellas to have all the fun now can I?"

Robin looked shocked and Batman remained stoic. Commissioner Gordon still looked confused and bewildered, whilst Catwoman grinned smugly at them from across the room.

"I see why they call you Boy Wonder," she grinned at him. "Certainly not man-sized yet."

"Why you..."

"Don't let her bait you Robin," counselled Batman. "Just keep looking for a way out," he hissed at his partner under his breath.

"Bet you're a master-baiter eh Robin?" she teased him.

"Time for the game to begin, Catwoman the electrodes if you please," instructed Paul, tearing her away from tormenting Robin, verbally anyway.

Catwoman purred to herself as she approached the seated captives, and produced a handful of electrodes, trailing wires back to the large batteries sitting on the floor behind their chairs.

"You first Batman," she kissed him on the cheek as she leant forwards and stuck an electrode over each of his nipples, she caressed his muscular chest as she ran her hand down to grab hold of his cock, hiding between his thighs.

"Very nice Batpole you've got, we should catch up one night," she whispered to him.

"A very tempting offer, however I don't fraternize with villains. If you're prepared to attempt the straight and narrow then I'm sure we could work something out."

"Another time then Batman," she shrugged as she placed several of the electrodes onto his shaft and his balls.

"You've gone too far Penetrator," yelled Batman over Catwoman's shoulder as she continued to work her way around his Batcock.

"You have no idea Batman. Wait until you see what happens next, Batfool," Paul was refreshed and amazed at just how much fun this was, he was really enjoying the role he was playing.

Catwoman moved on to Robin, copying the placement of the electrodes on his body.

"The microphones control the game, they control the gun, and they're attuned to your voices only. Catwoman if you'd be so kind as to demonstrate," Paul flicked a switch on the side of the control in his pocket and the gun moved around suddenly of its own accord.

Catwoman reached down and grabbed hold of Robin's balls and gave them a nasty squeeze.

"Arrgh," Robin screamed in pain, having never experienced this sort of pain before.

Immediately the gun reacted to the noise transmitted by the microphone and the targeting computer aimed at Batgirl and fired. Another sponge flew out and slapped against her right thigh, leaving it naked a moment later, with just a hint of purple panties exposed above.

"Purple panties, I never would have expected that Batgirl? My, my, that's a bit risqu� for a crime fighter, got a hot date later?"

"They go with the outfit, damn you, I wouldn't wear such things otherwise," she spat at him defiantly.

"Before I forget, Riddler will you get that damn belt off her," Paul put his hand into his pocket and switched the gun off again.

Riddler ran over and unfastened her belt, as she struggled to try to lash at out him in some way. He ran his hand lustily up her waist, over her pert little, jumpsuit covered, breasts, and stroked her cheek.

"Pretty, pretty," he whispered to her.

She tried to grab hold of his finger with her teeth, and he giggled insanely and moved away from her. He threw her belt to Catwoman.

"Here you go my dear, a little gift from me to you. Change the logo and you've got your very own Catbelt."

She nodded her thanks to him and quickly fastened it around her waist, admiring the new addition to her costume.

Both Batman and Robin sat, fully wired up, awaiting their impending torture. Robin was also unaware of the device strapped to the back of his chair, but he would soon discover its purpose.

Commissioner Gordon sat untouched, fully clothed, and bewildered.

"What game are you playing at Penetrator? When the GCPD finds out you've kidnapped me they'll leave no stone unturned."

"Oh yes, I am worried about that. After all they have such success without Batman's help don't they? I'm sure the only thing that twit O'Hara could find would be a bar serving whiskey."

Gordon looked aghast, the unbelievable impertinence of this fellow.

"Just you wait Sir, you will find yourself in a cell, and then we'll see how clever you think you are."

"Let us agree to disagree then shall we. And I think it's time to start, I'm getting bored."

With a flourish, The Penetrator produced a small black box from his coat. He held it up and on it were two red buttons, one marked with the Batsymbol and the other marked with Robin's R symbol, there was also a knob to turn which had markings from zero to eleven around its outside. He flicked a switch on the side of the box theatrically, and the areas around the two buttons glowed red, the gun came to life too and began to move around.

"Shall I demonstrate?" Paul asked as he twisted the dial around to 5 and then held the button with the Batsymbol down.

Immediately Batman arched up as he felt a half dose of the electricity surge through his genitals and nipples.

"Unggh," he groaned in pain.

Immediately the gun reacted, targeted an area and fired. The sponge sailed out and hit Batgirl's other arm, leaving her other glove and part of the sleeve as a purple blob wobbling on the ground.

"Stop that at once!" demanded Gordon. Again the gun reacted and left her other thigh naked to below her knee, the remainder of her leggings sagging down around the top of her boots as gravity pulled them down her legs.

"You're part of this game too Commissioner," laughed Paul. "Didn't I mention that?"

"You swine!" he yelled, and to his horror the gun reacted again.

Batgirl's left shoulder was now naked, revealing the purple bra strap and the side of her bra.

Quite unexpectedly Robin suddenly arched up and screamed in pain. Joker had hold of the control and was laughing hysterically as he continued to hold Robin's button down on a setting of seven.

Batgirl's other shoulder was targeted and now the only thing holding the chest piece of her suit in place was the collar, the sides flapped uselessly, only just covering her bra encased tits.

Penguin knocked the device out of Joker's hand with his umbrella.

"Waugh, Joker, you grinning idiot. Don't kill the bird yet, there's still a lot of costume left on Batbabe," he pointed at the panting heroine with his umbrella, still slowly turning on the wheel, getting more and more dishevelled as time went on.

Penguin picked it up as the Joker walked away to sulk. But Joker thought better of it and walked over to punch Batman in the stomach instead.

"One for the road, Batman," he laughed.

A moment later Batman was hit with another surge of electricity by the Penguin, level seven he had turned it to. Batman was prepared for it this time and clenched his teeth tightly, determined he would not contribute to Batgirl's humiliation any further.

Paul walked up quickly behind him and grabbed Penguin's umbrella. He swung it like a club, and with a moderately quiet exhalation of surprise, Batman felt something smack him in the back of the skull. He had not been prepared for this other type of assault and the gun quickly responded to this noise.

Another shot from the gun and Batgirl's flat stomach and belly button were exposed, revealing a hint of the bottom of her bra and the top of her panties.

Paul bent down alongside the Commissioner.

"She looks lovely doesn't she? I bet you'd love to have that tight little piece of arse spinning around on your dick."

"How dare you sir!"

"It's just too easy," laughed Paul as the gun fired again.

Commissioner Gordon watched in horror as the sponge flew directly towards the yellow Batsymbol on what was left of her chest covering. A moment later and the yellow and purple goo, that had been her suit, was running down her flat stomach. Her purple bra was now exposed for all to see.

Batgirl desperately wanted to pull her hands down to cover herself, but she couldn't.

The villains all laughed as they watched her struggle, and the Commissioner hung his head in despair.

Catwoman took hold of the control, it was Robin's turn and she had something different in mind for him. Quickly she hit him with seven, then changed it to eight and hit him again before he had time to adjust, when she hit nine he let out a little moan of agony.

The machine targeted Batgirl's left foot and the boot vanished leaving her left leg totally nude.

"Do you like my invention Batgirl? I call it the Strip Master 3000."

"Have your fun villain; I'll have the last laugh though."

"Of course you will," said Paul condescendingly like he was speaking to a small child. "You just keep telling yourself that when we're all fucking your Batpussy."

"You monster!" yelled Commissioner Gordon.

Paul just turned to him and shook his head slowly, as the gun alongside him targeted Batgirl again.

A sponge flew out and hit her perfectly on her left collarbone, right on the top end of the bra strap. Paul was really just toying with her now, and after a second her bra strap was flapping uselessly like a flag in front of her.

Batgirl took a sharp intake of breath, knowing it was not going to be too long before she would have to surrender her modesty, wether she liked it or not.

"The Commissioner really isn't doing you any favours Batgirl. I'd drop him off at an old people's home before he gets any more senile."

"He's a good man! Leave him alone," she yelled back at him upside down as the wheel turned.

"Batman's mentally prepared now, so time to go to plan B Catwoman."

She nodded and quickly bent down and pulled the electrodes off Batman's cock. Forcefully she sucked his cock into her mouth, working it over with her tongue. She knew she had him as she moved her mouth up and down the length of it, as it slowly began to rise and a moment later was fully erect. This was something Batman had not been expecting.

He put his head back and was determined not to give in to the pleasure he felt.

Suddenly she pulled her mouth away and slapped the electrodes back onto his erection.

She gave Paul the thumbs up and an instant later Batman was hit with a surge set on eleven.

Batman couldn't suppress a loud grunt as his sensitive cock was suddenly hit with a surge of pain.

The gun targeted Batgirl's other boot and her right leg was now naked too.

"Think you're ready bird boy?" asked Riddler as he twisted the control to eleven and pressed the button down again and again, hitting Robin with surge after surge of electricity.

Robin only gasped, but that was enough to trigger the machine.

Immediately Batgirl saw her other bra strap flapping about in front of her as it had been dissolved too. Her bra was still being held in place by the clasp at the back, but she was sure that wouldn't be for too much longer.

Catwoman sauntered sexily over to the Commissioner and squatted down in front of him, legs spread wide apart, causing her costume to pull tightly across her pussy, he didn't know where to look, this lewd display made him very embarrassed.

She reached out and stroked his cock through his trousers.

Immediately he opened his mouth to protest and then thought better of it. He could take any humiliation they dealt him, anything to save the young woman any further disgrace.

Catwoman nodded sagely at him. "Alright then Commissionerrr, time to play," she licked her lips as she unzipped his fly and slid her hand inside. She pulled his floppy cock out, extending her tongue in a very feline way, and began to give it long slow lashings with her tongue.

"N..." The Commissioner started to say to stop her, but it had been enough. Catwoman grinned up at him as the gun fired and the last of her costume vanished as it hit her 'below the belt' and her panties were revealed. She then slurped his cock into her mouth and continued working on it.

Commissioner Gordon's eyes rolled back as he tried to fight the sensations as Catwoman worked her magic on his exposed member.

Paul clapped his hands in the air, and immediately his henchgirls came running out in their little French maid outfits.

"This is a job for underlings, attend to the Commissioner now," he instructed them.

Catwoman sat up on her heels and stood up, grinning at the Commissioner and licking her lips, as though they were coated in something tasty, she walked back to stand with Paul.

Immediately Evette latched on to the Commissioner's exposed cock, sucking it into her mouth and beginning her expert blowjob technique. The Commissioner was not very experienced and Mrs Gordon certainly didn't do things like this in their marital bed.

Sasha came up behind him and undid the buttons on his shirt; she then reached inside and slid her hand underneath his undershirt. She ran her hand through his chest hair and grabbed hold of his nipple. She tweaked it lightly and fondled it, running her fingers around it and over it, feeling it slowly becoming erect as she did so. Then she repeated this on the other side.

The Commissioner was doing everything in his power not to lose control, when suddenly Evette undid his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and in one quick movement lifted his arse and slipped them off. He was surprised, she was stronger than she looked, but didn't know that Paul had imbued her with whatever knowledge or powers she required to meet his requests.

She grabbed hold of his cotton boxer shorts and pulled them off too.

He struggled against the ropes tying his arms to the chair, but he could not free himself.

With a quick movement Evette threw his legs up over the arms of the chair, spreading them widely apart to fully expose his cock and balls to her.

A second later she dove down head first down and began to nuzzle and suck his scrotum.

Gordon's mind reeled; this was a totally new experience for him. He didn't know what to do, and her shoulders prevented him from putting his legs back down. She lifted his scrotum up to reveal to her the wrinkly arsehole underneath. She pressed her nose against the skin beneath his balls and breathed warmly on his arsehole. She flicked her tongue out and began to press it against the Commissioner's defenceless rectum.

"Noo!" he protested, unable to help himself.

Immediately Evette stopped, with a large grin on her face. She indicated back at Batgirl with her hand and the Commissioner watched as the gun fired again, her bra sizzled for a moment and then slowly slid off her chest to reveal her b cup sized tits and their rosy nipples.

"Damn you Penetrator. I will hunt you down and make you pay," she threatened.

"If that's the case then I'd better do something worthwhile, hadn't I?"

Evette stood and contemptuously threw the boxers and trousers at the broken Policeman. He hung his head in shame as he slowly managed to pull his legs down off the arms of the chair and sat upright again.

Sasha and Evette moved behind Robin and with a barely audible click, they activated the machine attached to the chair behind him. A small metal arm extended out of the device stopping underneath the seat of the wicker chair.

"Who wants the final turn?" Paul asked his collection of villains. They all began to argue amongst themselves, but eventually through cunning and hitting people with his umbrella, The Penguin emerged as the lucky candidate.

"Ok then, it's time Robin, get ready to yell," Paul grinned at the young man.

Robin gulped, and clenched his teeth together, but he had no hope.

Penguin waited and Paul gave him the signal. He pressed the big red button on the shiny chrome machine and then watched as the arm suddenly began to move. Firstly, like a drill, it began to spin and turn, it moved upwards to the seat of the chair and began to press its way through the woven base of the wicker chair. The woven cane material quickly gave way to the force of the machine and parted allowing access through the base of the chair.

With a shocked look on his face, Robin looked down at the chair, he could feel something pressing up through the seat, and it was cold and smooth like metal. He looked up at Paul in confusion, and then Paul signalled again. Penguin pressed the red button once more and then the machine began to make a whining noise.

The dildo-like tip of the probe began to spin again a little bit faster than before, and then it quickly began to move upwards.

Robin felt a metal, bullet shaped object pressing against his buttocks and then move between them. He realised in terror what was happening but could do nothing. He felt the rotating tip press against his arsehole and then it continued its journey upwards. Paul saw the look on his face and saw the strain as Robin desperately tried not to scream in agony as the metal probe was anally invading him, so Paul nodded again and Penguin pressed the button one last time. With a sudden snap the probe was electrified and Robin screamed in agony as the energy coursed out into his anus.

"Thanks for that," said Paul matter-of-factly as he turned to watch the fun.

The gun moved and fired, one last sponge sailed in Batgirl's direction and with a very moist splat it hit her squarely in the groin. The purple material of her lingerie sizzled away and then slid down and dripped off her pubic area in one large blob and fell to the floor.

The villains all cheered and clapped as Batgirl's black haired bush was now exposed to them all.

Batgirl was both ashamed and furious; she hung her head for a moment before lifting her gaze to stare defiantly at The Penetrator.

"Alright then, you've had your fun, what now?"

"Oh we're only just starting," Paul grinned at her.

Chapter 4

The wheel came to a slow halt and then Batgirl realised that it wasn't made of wood at all but some kind of metal. It slowly changed shape, flowing like it was made of liquid, and she found herself laying on something like an operating table, just a bit wider. Her ankles were strapped at the bottom and her hands were strapped at the wrists, up over her head.

"Now here we have a perfect example of a heroine," said Paul as he swept past the chairs, and moved up onto the platform alongside Batgirl.

She still had the mask, her cape and whatever was left of the back of her costume that hadn't been touched.

Paul tutted for a moment and shook his head.

"Costume leaves a lot to be desired, but don't worry we'll fix that later."

"Bastard," she hissed.

"Nice girls don't use that sort of language."

"And nice boys don't strip defenceless women and ravage them."

"You haven't been ravaged Batgirl, but if that's what you'd like..."

"Damn you," she swore at him as he laughed heartily.

Chairs scraping across the floor diverted her attention as the villains and henchgirls all pulled chairs up to sit alongside their captives, like a perverse sort of schoolroom.

"Today class we're looking at how we can improve on... this," he said indicating what remained of her outfit, and herself in general, with a look of disdain on his face.

The villains all chuckled like naughty children.

"Firstly you need to be able to distract your opponent, and of course a good way is with these," Paul grabbed hold of her naked breasts and squeezed them.

He stepped to one side as she desperately tried to kick him with her tied leg, and produced his white pointy stick again.

"What do we think class, are they distracting enough or should they be bigger?"

"Bigger!" they all cried, while Robin, Batman and Gordon all looked on in disbelief.

"Ok, I agree." He pulled out his magic wand, purely for effect, and waved it around and tapped it on her nipple.

Suddenly they jumped up a cup size, simply expanding in size before everyone's eyes, like someone inflating a balloon.

Evette smiled knowingly as this had already happened to her.

"More?" he asked with a grin over his shoulder.

"More!"

He tapped her again and again, eventually leaving her with Dolly Parton sized e-cups.

"Now if I saw that swinging towards me, on a Batrope or even just that pair swinging towards me," everyone laughed at his joke. "Then I would be distracted, how about you?"

"What did you say Penetrator, I was distracted by those tits," joked the Riddler.

"You've made me into some kind of freak! Put them back how they should be," she demanded impotently.

"This IS how they should be, right fellas?"

"Absolutely my dear," whooped the Joker.

The others laughed as well.

"You vile miscreants, let that poor girl go," yelled Batman.

"Don't worry, we have plans for you boys too, just wait your turn," Paul waved his wand for effect as he changed the story so that they now had gags.

Paul grabbed hold of her right breast and cupped the warm flesh in his hand.

"Sensitive, aren't they?" he laughed at her.

She was suddenly flooded with sensation, he had ramped up the sensation levels in her new mega juggs and her mind was reeling from the pleasurable feelings.

"How about this then?" he leant forwards and took her nipple into his mouth, she groaned audibly, and then he began to massage the other nipple with his hand. He flicked the nipple and sucked gently on it, pushing her to the brink of orgasm.

He stepped back, and stared at the gasping woman before him, he was really enjoying defiling one of his childhood fantasy figures. Like a million other teenage boys, those little skin-tight outfits she wore, along with Catwoman's, always got his blood racing.

He tapped the table with his wand and the liquid metal table he'd created then reconfigured itself again.

The bottom of the table split apart at waist level, spreading her legs wide apart.

"Look, Batpussy!" he laughed as he pointed at her dark bush with his pointy stick.

"Leave me alone," she hissed at him.

"Shall we have a better look?"

The positive response from the audience was unanimous.

"Sorry dear, can't disappoint my audience," he said to her with mock regret.

He tapped the table again and it grew wider, then the shackles around her ankles began to slide up through the metal table, like a pair of ducks swimming across the surface of a pond. Her legs were forced upwards, causing her to bend at the waist and her legs to bend at her knees or otherwise they would have been broken. She now found herself forced into lying back on this table, knees up near her shoulders, her legs spread apart as widely as they could be, to expose her pussy even further.

"Time for a show guys," grinned Paul. "This performance is called how to distract a group of villains"

Paul sat down in the chair, which had magically appeared behind him, and began to eat from the box of popcorn that was now in his hand.

A pair of fine metallic arms came down from the ceiling, they were like metallic rods, jointed every few feet to allow them to twist and turn in every direction. There were a pair of pincer-like 'fingers' at the end of each arm, and they snapped open and shut a few times ominously.

They moved down quickly and positioned themselves between the heroine's open thighs. Quite delicately they took hold of her pussy lips and began to spread them open for their viewing pleasure. Suddenly, as well as the direct view, the entire wall behind her became a giant TV screen relaying the close up image for them all to see.

They spread her lips open and closed, one arm then made it's way up through her mat of black pussy hair and latched on to her clit and began massaging it in a circular motion.

Batgirl groaned, unable to fight off the sensation.

"Well that's a bit distracting, and not in a good way. Shall we give that unkempt mat a bit of a tidy up?" yelled Paul.

He didn't wait for the inevitable positive response and put his finger to his temple.

Another arm came down from the ceiling, attached to the end was what appeared to be the blade off a straight razor.

Batgirl looked on in horror.

"Don't let that thing near me!"

"Oh grow up; personal hygiene is for heroines too you know."

The other arms stopped fondling her and began to pull the skin to and fro as foam squirted from the razor arm and it began to tidy up her pubic hair. It only took a few minutes and all the villains watched in rapture as the razor moved around scraping across her soft flesh to remove the hair. Finally it sprayed her with water to wash off the excess foam and loose hair, and then gave her pussy a blast of warm air to dry it. The arm pulled away and retreated back into the ceiling, revealing a nicely trimmed pussy with a neat little triangle of hair above her clit.

"Ta daaa," yelled Paul as he swept his arm out towards the image of her clean and tidy muff.

The villains all cheered their appreciation.

Batgirl was getting more and more worked up, despite her initial terror, the metal arms and razor all manipulating her genital area had continued to work her up towards orgasm.

"Now that we can see a bit better, let's get on with the show."

The metal arms went back to manipulating her lips and clit; they then spread her lips wide for everyone to see her inner folds.

As the audience stared appreciatively at her pink depths, another arm shot down out of the ceiling. On the end of this arm was a little metal egg. Quickly the arm placed the tip of the egg just inside her lips and the other fingers let go of the lips so they could close around the metal of the egg. After a moment it began to buzz, and Batgirl began to writhe in time with the vibrations. A second later, words started to appear on the screen behind her.

"Virginity detected," screeched out a mechanical computer voice, which Paul had always loved in old TV shows.

"Looks like we're two for two boys," clapped Paul appreciatively. "Well done Batgirl, you've saved it for me."

"No I didn't, damn you. That's for husband on my wedding night!"

"Well I hadn't planned on marriage this evening, but I'll consider it."

Before she could answer the egg began to buzz again. Her head rolled in pleasure, and then another three arms extended down from the ceiling. They appeared to have little suction caps on the ends of them. One extended down and attached itself to her clit, and a moment later it began to rhythmically 'suck' on her clit. The other two attached themselves to her sensitive nipples and began to suck as well.

"God, no," she groaned as she could feel an unwanted orgasm building.     

"That's it baby, show this nasty Catwoman what a real orgasm looks like, you teach her a lesson," Paul laughed as Catwoman grinned at him and extended her claws at him in mock aggression.

The pace of the arms' manipulations increased and with a final groan she let out her first orgasm of the day, but not her last.

A moment later she opened her eyes and glared at her applauding audience, she could see Batman, Robin and her father all looking away so as not to humiliate her any further, and she was grateful to them for that.

"Well, as good as the show was, it's time for some audience participation."

The villains whooped and hollered as Paul got to his feet and stood alongside the table.

Paul tapped it again, and the whole thing turned into a freestanding blob, which Batgirl was still attached to by her straps. The blob flowed around her, pulling her arms and legs forwards, and then it eased itself forwards to the ground. It solidified and Batgirl found herself kneeling on all fours over a body contoured metal frame, holding her in place whilst still allowing her tits to swing free beneath her. Her ankles and legs were spread apart, and she now had an extra set of metal straps around the backs of her knees.

"What are you doing to me?"

"It's a surprise," said Paul, but it wasn't a surprise to anyone else what was about to happen. He flicked her cape and the remnants of her costume to one side, revealing her pert arse cheeks to his gaze, and to the audience watching on the big screen as the camera was now locked in on his eye-line.

Paul knelt behind her tight buttocks, and positioned his cock, aiming at the wet and shiny pussy lips.

"Now if this is what it takes for you to give it up..."

Paul clicked his fingers and the wedding march began to play over the speaker system. The villains thought that it was champagne quality comedy and were laughing their heads off.

"I hope you have a lovely wedding Batbabe."

"Bastard," she threw back at him over her shoulder.

"Don't be like that, I even have a gift for you..."

He pressed his hips forwards and pressed the head of his cock against her cunt, he continued pressing forwards and it forced its way between her flesh, the shaft slid further inside until he came up against her hymen.

"Do you feel that Batbitch? My cock is pressed up against your little cherry. Are you ready to say goodbye to it?"

"No, please," she whispered.

Paul reached forwards and grabbed hold of her swinging breasts, which were almost scraping on the ground.

"Like the feel of me inside you? I'm going to be deep inside your Batcunt, you slut. Like that?"

"Please take it out before you go too far," she begged him.

"Ok," he said as he started to pull it out of her, to her relief.

Suddenly he pinched her nipples tightly and drove his cock all the way forwards as hard as he could. Pulling back on her tits like reins, he pulled himself inwards, after a second, the resistance from her hymen gave way and he tore past it and was balls deep inside her.

"NO!" she screamed in pain as she felt her precious cherry being taken from her, all to the strains of the wedding march echoing through the room.

"Oh I Do!" he exhaled as he pressed against her quivering buttocks.

They all laughed.

"Oh that's so good!" Paul groaned as he slumped forwards over her back.

"Time for the bridal waltz my Batbride."

Paul began to fuck her smoothly, occasionally driving his entire length in, in one movement, or slamming her harder and faster before changing speed again. He massaged her giant udders, pinching the nipples and enjoying the feel of them as he pulled on them, pulling himself forwards into her.

He snapped his fingers and an arm reappeared from the ceiling, this one had a longer metal dildo on the end of it. It moved down and as Paul spread her butt cheeks apart it pressed the dildo against her arsehole.

"You're about to get butt fucked by the machine, bitch."

"No! Please, no!"

"Sorry too late, if you'd only said sooner," he laughed as the arm pressed the dildo forwards, invading her arsehole as she screeched in pain, desperately clenching her arsehole trying to keep it out.

"Don't clench dear, it only makes it hurt more. Let it in and you'll learn to love it," yelled Catwoman helpfully from the audience.

Eventually she could resist no longer and stopped trying to prevent the inevitable. The remainder of the dildo forced its way inside, and she couldn't believe how she felt, Paul's cock was inside her pussy and the metal cock was in her arse. On top of that Paul was manhandling her big sensitive titties too.

"Ok, time to shift," Paul announced.

Suddenly her arm cuffs slid forwards, dragging her arms out straight and causing her to go face first down into the cold metal of the device beneath her. This changed the angle of her rear end, pointing it up to the ceiling.

Paul groaned happily and began to fuck her even harder.

Suddenly she felt something happening beneath her breasts, which were being squashed into the metal beneath her. Openings in the metal like little mouths opened up and began to suck strongly on her nipples. She knew she couldn't last much longer.

The dildo continued to ream her arse, as Paul pounded away at her pussy.

Paul was near the end and drove his cock home into her.

"Time for some Batbabies, bitch," he groaned as his hot sperm shot out into her unprotected pussy.

He slapped her arse cheeks as he felt the last of his hot seed seep out of his cock. Her nipples were being worked overtime by the mouths, so between that, the dildo, and the red hot cum in her pussy she was now cumming for a second time.

Paul slumped back on the floor and quickly Sasha and Evette ran forwards and helped him to his feet.

Evette quickly sucked his cock clean, and then his clothing sealed itself up.

He bowed to his audience as they all clapped heartily.

"Now what have we here?" Paul pointed at the half erect cock of Commissioner Gordon.

"Enjoyed the sight of Batbabe getting fucked did you Commish?"

Paul snapped his fingers and suddenly an arm came down from the ceiling, with an end on it like a kind of clear tube. The rubber end of it attached itself to the end of Gordon's cock, and then quickly the length of his cock was sucked inside it.

"You'll enjoy this," Paul grinned at him.

Gordon struggled in the chair, but couldn't prevent it.

"Replay it all for him," Paul commanded and suddenly the screen returned to the beginning of Batgirl's ravishment.

Gordon watched on in horror, as the girls held his head still facing the screen and would not let him turn away. The infernal device was velvety smooth and sucked his cock like an expert. Again and again it rode smoothly up and down his shaft bringing him ever closer to orgasm, and just as he saw Paul penetrate Batgirl and tear her virginity away he could hold himself no longer. He came furiously, and as he had been repeatedly stimulated over the last few hours he let out a huge load. His cock stopped spurting and began to slowly deflate. With a beep, the machine detached itself and released his cock, which lay glistening on his trouser leg.

"I have something special for you Commish," said Paul as the chair suddenly grew wheels and moved forwards towards Batgirl.

The arm with the tube followed them silently across the room too.

Batgirl was still down on the ground, but had been raised back up on to all fours. She was exhausted and was panting quietly, with her head hanging down to stare at the floor.

Paul sat down next to her head, and tilted her face up to look at the Commissioner.

"Are you ready Commish?" asked Paul. "Ok, 1,2,3," and with a flourish he pulled both Batgirl's mask and her wig off to reveal Barbara Gordon's face underneath. "It's Barbara Gordon, a mild mannered librarian, who would have ever guessed?"

The Commissioner went pale, and stopped struggling. He had just witnessed his daughter being raped and degraded. He had seen her virginity torn away from her, and God help him, on some level of his primitive mind, he had been turned on by it.

A second later the arm moved in front of Barbara's face and forcefully ejected Gordon's warm come all over her pretty face.

"And look at that, you've just come over her face too. You're a bad father, getting off watching your daughter's humiliation."

Gordon hung his head shaking it from side to side in disbelief. He was a broken man.

"That's the way, don't you worry about a thing," laughed the Joker as Gordon looked up, now staring silently at his cum dripping off Barbara's chin.

Barbara was sobbing as she saw her shattered father being wheeled away by the green haired criminal.

"Don't worry about it, the Joker will take care of the Police Commissioner's job from now on. I'm sure there's a nice front porch somewhere crazy old man Gordon can sit on from now on." Paul laughed at her. "Hell, we can even spring for a rocking chair for him."

Catwoman came over and slowly began licking the sperm off Batgirl's face, as Barbara flinched in response.

"This is like catnip to a girl like me. Don't let sperrrrm go to waste dearrr, a rrrrule to live by," she purred.

Chapter 5

Paul was almost done playing in this world now; he had other characters in other universes he could torment, and he was eager to try.

Joker was now in charge of the police as Commissioner, and O'Hara was now the town drunk. Riddler was the Mayor, and Catwoman was the Lady Mayoress. The three of them ran the town, and they had all the fun they could dream up. Showered with the wealth of Gotham they indulged in all the city's fineries and all the finest upper class young women the city had to offer, willing or otherwise, it made no difference to them.

Penguin had set up a series of nightclubs, of dubious moral character, and on special occasions he would roll out his mechanical chairs with Caped Crusaders still strapped into them. Batman and Robin were his number one attractions and could be found being tormented on stage in chairs made of the same liquid metal Paul created for Batgirl's performance. He kept them drugged and compliant, whoring them out backstage, allowing both women and men to make use of them and the special abilities of the chairs. Sometimes as a special treat onstage Penguin would allow an audience member to fuck Batman's arse or come on his mask, the women could ride on his face or cock. For a bit extra he would even allow them to sample the Batsperm, straight from the source. Men or women, he didn't care, it didn't matter as long as they paid.

Robin would participate in the show, usually tormented and forced to ejaculate over himself. Penguin often enjoyed using the electrical device on him, still attached to the back of the chair. Robin screamed every time, and Penguin would sometimes even shove his mutant-sized cock up Robin's arse to finish him off, just for the amusement of the audience. Penguin had found that he didn't mind fucking Robin's arse on occasion, just as a dominance thing though, he didn't really like guys. He liked the sense of control and the fear he saw on Robin's drug addled face as he pulled his giant cock out and Batboy knew what was coming next.

Both of the Caped Crusaders were long gone mentally, the drugs had taken their toll and they could barely even comprehend what was happening. He knew that it wouldn't be too much longer before people forgot who they were or they were no longer an attraction, so he would have to sell them on the slave market when the time came. What Penguin really craved though, was a big set of tits, like the ones Batbabe had now, perhaps he could purchase Wonder Woman from Lex Luthor who had captured her years ago. Batbabe, Wonder Woman and Catwoman armed with a strap-on, finished off with his monster cock. Now that would be a show to behold.

Gotham city had been rocked by further scandal and intrigue, Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson had mysteriously disappeared, and the rumour going around town was that they had left to live in a homosexual relationship in South America somewhere. After a few months Alfred and Aunt Harriett were forced out of the Manor as its new owner, Mayor Riddler, wanted to move in. He had bought it from the bank when they had seized the property to liquidate the estate. The entire Wayne fortune now went to help the underprivileged children of Gotham.

Batgirl was the only remnant of the old team still at liberty, and she had found that she was now strangely compliant to suggestions ever since Paul had completed her 'wedding ceremony'. Firstly Paul had told her that she would do as requested by the members of this villainous foursome, and she always did from then on. Many times a week she would find herself spread over the Commissioner's desk taking his pasty white cock in her pussy, or over the Mayor's desk being reamed by Catwoman's strap-on or having the Riddler riding her big Batjuggs. Occasionally she would even find herself on stage at one of Penguin's clubs, giving Batman or Robin a blowjob whilst being fucked from behind by Penguin as the audience cheered him on.

Paul had changed her name so she was now officially Batbabe, and he designed a new costume for her. It was basically a purple slingshot swimsuit, with a mask and a cape. The suit covered her arse and pussy to a degree, although her cheeks were quite visible and at the front it would often ride up between her lips, creating a spectacular camel toe. It had Velcro sealed openings for easy access to strategic areas. The straps were tiny and thin and just covered her nipples, offering no coverage or support to the rest of her big juggs. When she ran, they flopped out so she spent half of her time trying to tuck them back in behind the straps, to try and preserve whatever modesty she thought she had left. Her utility belt hung loosely around her waist, and her Batsymbol was on the front of her swimsuit above her pussy and on the back too, both in her usual yellow.

Since she no longer lived as Barbara Gordon she had grown her hair longer and dyed it red so that she no longer needed the wig. 

Her mask, boots and gloves remained the same, just because Paul liked them.

Batbabe was the only crime fighter left in Gotham now, but she found that with all the new laws the Commissioner and the Mayor had created, there was not a lot left for her to do as the crime rate had plummeted, which is what you'd expect when almost everything illegal was now legal.

So on most evenings, Batbabe could be found patrolling the city on her new Batbabe-cycle. Paul had made it for her, and it had a front and rear dildo arrangement. When she sat down in her seat, she would position herself over the two dildos, one at her pussy and the other at her arsehole. As she started the cycle, the motor would turn the crankshaft, which made the dildos go up and down, the faster she drove, the faster they went. Most of the time she would cruise slowly for fear of crashing due to orgasm, and many times during her evening she'd have to pull over before losing control of the cycle as another orgasm racked her body. At the end of her patrol she was usually unbearably horny, and one of her four new benefactors would always be waiting to make sure she was taken care of.

Epilogue

Paul watched as the Bat signal flashed up into the sky, he grinned at the redesign that now had a big pair of juggs swinging beneath the batwings, nipples visible.

Batbabe would be visiting Commissioner Joker tonight, no doubt to ease the stress of his position.

Paul had enjoyed it here, and perhaps he would return. He decided he would allow this story to continue, and it would go on at least as long as he was Candyman.

He put out his arms and Evette and Sasha came to him.

"I can't leave without my best little Henchgirls now can I?"

They grinned and wrapped their arms around him.

Paul closed his eyes, vanishing from the rooftop and a second later he found himself standing in his apartment. He looked around and checked the clock on his PC screen; he had only been gone for a few seconds as far as the real world was concerned. It appeared that his time in the world of fiction did not register here in the real world.

He sat down tiredly on the couch, and laid back thinking about what he'd been doing for the last few months. It had been unbelievable, and he couldn't wait to try again. Where would he go next, he wasn't sure yet but he knew that his creations, Evette and Sasha would be waiting for him. 

Scene-Stealer Productions 2011

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