"Unh-huh", Spud grunted, as he anticipated her cry and slapped his hand over her mouth to gag her. "No need for any interruptions Batty, we've got some things to 'discuss'. You know, me and that girl were about to have such a lovely time until you showed up - I think you owe me a little special time."
It should have been easy for Batgirl to bite his hand to buy her the time that she needed to cry for help, but somehow, she just couldn't quite manage it. Desperately she squirmed on the ground trying to work out an opportunity, any opportunity. Even restrained as she was, a short time ago her grace of movement should have given her a fighting chance, but that was now a distant memory, she was too weak and clumsy to offer any real resistance.
"You know, this Futility Belt of yours has already been quite helpful", he considered. Let's have a look at what other things that you brought along to play with". Batgirl suddenly found a renewed sense of hope - her belt was brilliantly engineered that if anyone messed with it other than her, it would emit a powerful electric shock that no human could withstand. When Spud knocked himself out she could avert this crisis before it properly began.
But a fresh shock gripped her as she could feel him deftly exploring all the other pouches until he found what he wanted. What was wrong with her belt? What was the point of her having a self-defense mechanism if it wouldn't defend herself!
"Woh, you dirty little Whore, just look at some of the things that you've got here. You really are a naughty girl"; Spud was surprised at what he discovered, but Batgirl was confused - why was her array of miniature fighting equipment causing this reaction? "Ah, perfect"
Spud had produced a ring gag, again in her signature yellow. Where had he found that from? That wasn't hers! There was no way it should have been on her belt. And a RING gag - the worst possible thing for this situation. At least with a ball gag he couldn't...
Her desperate thoughts continued as he deftly rammed it into her mouth. For him, it was made to measure - for her it was FAR too big. After he had very firmly secured it behind it, he stood back to admire his handiwork. "Why don't you try to call for help now?", he grinned.
She had to try. She had no other hope! But her most desperate scream now came out as feeble gurgle, and she felt her dribble run down her cheek. Batgirl was in truly desperate trouble.
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