Batgirl: Catwoman's Prey

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Batgirl: Catwoman's Prey (nc, bd)

by Citizen Bane

I.

"Hmmm.... This is interesting," Barbara Gordon said to herself as she put the newspaper down on her desk. In the past few months, the rising crime rate of Metropolis has become national news. Before that, there's also the humiliating defeat of Supergirl in the hands of a group of bungling bank robbers and her subsequent disappearance. Barbara had meant to look into the matter when she first heard of it, but has been postponing her trip to Metropolis by Gotham's own problems with crime. Commissioner Gordon had repeatedly asked her (as Batgirl) to help him cope with the situation. As Barbara Gordon, she knew very well why her father was so anxious about the situation: while it was true that crime rate was rising again for the first time in many years, the real reason was that her father was under a lot of pressure from Frank Pattern, the mayor of Gotham City, who was just launching his re-election campaign. Barbara didn't like the man at all. In fact, she hated him. Turning parks into industrial areas, closing down schools so that expensive condos could be built on the land, in her mind he was nothing but a pawn of the capitalists. But she could not leave her father on his own. So Batgirl worked extra hard with the police to deal with all kinds of criminal activities, and in the end the crime rate was down again, and Pattern got re-elected. Now it's the time, Barbara thought, to finally go and help a city in need rather than a petty politician.

At first she had wanted to make some preparations for her trip to Metropolis, like trying to contact Batman or Superman, but today's paper had made her decide to go immediately. Her old foe Catwoman had struck again, this time stealing all the gold stored in the Metropolitan Bank. Although Batgirl was happy that she has managed to drive Catwoman away from Gotham City (at least that's what she thought), she has always wanted to catch her and send her to jail, and now there's another chance. There's also something intriguing in report. According to one of the guards, Catwoman was assisted by "a naked woman wearing only a black leather hood", and the reason that the alarms didn't go off was that there were switched off by this woman, who was "flying in the air so that the sensors on the floor weren't triggered off". Since the guard was drugged by Catwoman during the heist, his claims were dismissed by the police as hallucinations caused by the drug. But Barbara's instinct told her that there must be something more to it. And could this have something to do with Supergirl's disappearance? So far no one had mentioned any connection between the two. Hmmm....

Thinking that she could be the crimefighter to both capture Catwoman and solve the mystery of Supergirl's disappearance, Barbara could feel her adrenaline rising. Immediately she went to the head librarian's office to ask for a whole month's leave, then she booked a ticket for the next flight to Metropolis. Next, she called her father. Knowing that she would have a hard time explaining her sudden departure to him and knowing that he was still in his office, she called his home and left a message on his answering machine, making up some excuses. And in less than three hours, she was on a plane to Metropolis.

Barbara checked into a hotel and immediately started planning her hunt for Catwoman. Connecting her computer to that of the Metropolitan police, she downloaded all files related to crimes suspected to be committed by Catwoman in the past few months. It seemed that Catwoman had visited all major art galleries and museums in Metropolis, and had just begun her tour of banks. This is not too difficult, Barbara thought as her computer came up with a list of Catwoman's possible targets.

For the next few nights, Batgirl staked out at the banks and jewel stores. Probably encouraged by her success, Catwoman had been very active recently, striking almost every week, and Batgirl believed that she wouldn't have to wait very long. On the fourth night, when she was hiding outside a bank, she picked up a police transmission from her radio saying that Catwoman had just hit another bank. Damn! Batgirl thought as she jumped on the motorbike that Barbara bought shortly after her arrival.

Dr Rancor watched the police seal off the crime scene from the top of a building nearby. Despite her flamboyant style Catwoman was actually very careful. All her heists were well-planed, with the police's actions carefully monitored. After watching for a while, he and two of Catwoman's henchmen slipped out via the backdoor of the building unnoticed into an alley where a van was waiting.

"Let's go--" Dr Rancor was just about to get on the van when he noticed that the driver's seat was empty. "Need any help, mister?" He jumped at the voice of a young woman, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground when he turned around and saw a masked figure in a tightly-clad suit, with her hands on her waist. "Batgirl!" He cried out in surprise. "Yes, that's me!" Batgirl said proudly. "Get her!" Regaining his composure, Dr Rancor ordered as he reached into his pocket and switched on a signaling device. The two henchmen immediately launched their attack, but they were no match for the well-trained Batgirl and were down in no time. "Well, whoever you are, mister," Batgirl said as she cautiously approached the man, "I suggest that you come quietly with me, and we'll go looking for Catwoman."

Just when Batgirl was reaching out to grab Dr Rancor she heard the sound of a car approaching. Immediately she turned around and saw a van pull up in front of them, and four men jumped off. Thinking that she could handle them all by herself, Batgirl decided not to alert the police nearby. She knocked down the first two guys, but then she saw Dr Rancor running towards the back of the van. "Stay there, mister!" She jumped over and knocked him out. But Dr Rancor already his hand on the grip of the van's door and he pulled it open, and in the dim light in the alley Batgirl could see the naked figure of a woman inside. It was a woman wearing a black leather hood which covered her entire face except for her eyes and her mouth, which was now wide-open in surprise. She could also make out two glittering rings on the woman's breasts. "Oh, no! It's Batgirl!" the woman exclaimed. "Get her!" Another woman shouted from inside the van. Catwoman! Batgirl thought as she knocked down another guy with a back-swing kick. "No! I can't! She's Batgirl!" she heard the naked woman said.

"You useless slut!" the other door swung open and Catwoman jumped out, scolding the naked woman. "Well.... look who we've got here!" Turning to face Batgirl, Catwoman purred, "you don't know how much I miss you, Batbimbo!" "You don't know how much I miss you either, Catwoman!" Batgirl snapped back as she knocked down the last guy. "Help me, please!" the naked woman cried out. Thinking quickly, Batgirl decided to help the woman first. Dr Rancor was still lying on the ground. Maybe she could get him and the woman, and they would eventually lead her to Catwoman. Now let's just get the hell out of here. She reached inside the van, grabbed her arm and pulled her out. She could now see that the woman was not totally naked but was wearing what looked like a black leather thong. Holding the woman's arm with one hand, Batgirl threw a gas pellet and was about to grab Dr Rancor when the woman suddenly dropped down onto her knees. Shit! Batgirl thought as her actions was slowered by this. At this moment she felt something touching her back, and immediately a jolt of electricity shot through her body. Batgirl made an "Uhh!" sound as her contracting diaphragm forced the air out of her lungs, and then she collapsed onto the ground.

"You're a bunch of useless craps!" Catwoman scolded as her henchmen struggled to get up. Stun gun in hand, she stood over the unconscious Batgirl, "but boy you guys are just sooooooo lucky!" she said as she began laughing, "first you get to fuck Supergirl everyday, and now you are going to have Batgirl too! Man I surely take care of my employees' welfare!" "And you!" she became angry again when she turned towards the hooded Supergirl, "you almost spoiled everything! You're definitely gonna pay for this!"

Barbara woke up to find herself gagged and blindfolded on the floor of one of the vans. Her legs were tied together, her hands were tied behind her back, with her elbows also tied together, making her extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't help but grunt under her gag. After what seemed like ages, the van finally came to a halt. She heard the door open, and several pairs of hands grabbed her and carried her out of the van. She was aware of being carried inside a building, and she heard doors open and close. Finally, she was put down onto the floor, and her gag and blindfold were removed.

"Welcome to my new headquarters, Batbimbo!" Catwoman's voice greeted her as her eyes adjusted to the light. Barbara could see that she was in a large room, possibly a warehouse, surrounded by several of Catwoman's henchmen. Standing behind them were the middle-aged man and Catwoman. Next to Catwoman was a young woman on her knees. It was the naked woman that Batgirl saw, only that her hood was now removed.

"Supergirl!" Batgirl exclaimed. Supergirl opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, but then she looked at Catwoamn in fear and lowered her head, her face blushing with shame. Although Batgirl recognized Supergirl's face, she could hardly believe that this was really Supergirl. There was not a single trace of her usual confidence and determination on her face, and her athletic body was no longer covered by her tunic. Instead, she was on her kness, naked except for a black leather thong, in front of these criminals, with no attempt to cover her nudity. What's more, Batgirl could clearly see the two silvery rings on her nipples, as well as the leather collar on her neck.

"Supergirl! What happened? What are you doing here?" Batgirl exclaimed. "Hmmm.... Looks like your friend here has a lot of questions, slut," Catwoman purred as she lifted up Supergirl's face with a riding crop in her hand, "why don't you begin by telling her your name first?"

"I'm.... I'm S-Superslut...." Supergirl said meekly, her face blushing with shame. "What?" Batgirl couldn't believe her ears. "You see," said Catwoman giggling, "Supergirl got tired of fighting crime and saving people's lives and has decided to turn her powers to more interesting goals, so me and Dr Rancor here have helped her become Superslut. Why don't you explain to Batbimbo here what exactly are you, slut?"

"I--I'm a f-fucktoy...." Supergirl said, her eyes closed with the pain and humiliation of having to utter those words in front of a fellow crimefighter. "That's impossible! What have you done to her? You wicked woman!" Turning to Catwoman, Batgirl demanded angrily.

"Tsk, tsk, that's not very nice, isn't it?" Catwoman purred as she came over, "especially when you're all tied up...." smiling wickedly, she removed Batgirl's utility belt. Batgirl could only watch helplessly as her belt was taken away by one of Catwoman's henchmen. "What, what do you want?" she demanded, still trying to sound brave.

"Well, dear," Catwoman purred as she stroked Batgirl's bound body gently, "we've got some old scores to settle haven't we? I was planning to pay you a visit after I'm done here, but it seems that you have decided to give me a surprise gift!" Said Catwoman giggling. "You, you'll never get away with this!" Batgirl snapped angrily. "Oh, really? Look at this!" Catwoman took out a remote control and pressed the button. There was a light humming sound, and immediately Supergirl let out a grunt. As Batgirl watched in surprise, Supergirl closed her eyes and began panting and her hips started wriggling. Then Catwoman switched off the remote control and Supergirl immediately let out a cry of frustration. "Show her," at Catwoman's signal, two of her men grabbed Supergirl by her arms. As they slowly pulled the thong off her, Batgirl could see that a vibrator was fitted inside it. It must be controlled by the remote control in Catwoman's hand, and that was how Supergirl was stopped from running away that night. Still, Batgirl was shocked to see how Supergirl was totally under its mercy. Denied of her orgasm, Supergirl was now lying on the floor in a fetal position, moaning lightly, her thighs glistening with her juices.

"See?" Catwoman asked, laughing triumphantly, "all she wants now is to come, isn't it, slut?" she asked the moaning Supergirl. "Y-yes, oh, oh," Supergirl answered in a dreamily voice. "Take the slut away!" Catwoman ordered, "and get her ready for her punishment!"

Batgirl was concerned about Supergirl, but now she had more imminent worries. If Catwoman was able to turn Supergirl into some kind of sex-slave, what is she going to do to her?

"Not quite the kind of reunion that you were expecting is it?" Catwoman's words brought her back from her thoughts. "Whatever you're trying to do, you'll never succeed!" Batgirl snapped in defiance. "Good! I like that! C'mon boys, set her up!" Immediately, six guys grabbed Batgirl and carried her to the center of the room. Batgirl struggled despartely, but tightly bound as she was, there was nothing she could do. Before they untie her, three men held her still, and a fourth man gave her a heavy punch in the stomach. As Batgirl doubled up and choked with the pain, they quickly untied her and cuffed her wrists to two cuffs hanging down from the ceiling. She was hauled up until her feet were about one foot from the ground, then her ankles were also chained to two hooks on the ground. Batgirl winced as the men pulled the chains taut, stretching her body. Then the men stood obediently next to her as Catwoman approached.

"Gosh, I've been waiting for this for so long," Catwoman purred as she stood in front of Batgirl and raised her right hand. Batgirl looked in horror as a claw-like blade protruded from her forefinger. She poked her finger at Batgirl's throat and Batgirl could feel the blade cut through her suit, and she held her breath nervously. Sensing her fear, Catwoman laughed. "Are you ready, doctor? It's time to unwrap the present!" She said laughing as she drew her hand down, ripping open Barbara's batsuit.

The front of the suit was now cut open, and Barbara's cleavage could be clearly seen. Biting her lip, she was determined not to plead or cry out. She closed her eyes and turned her head away in dismay as Catwoman made another cut from her left wrist to the right. Grabbing the back of her suit, Catwoman pulled it down and now Barbara's upper body was totally exposed. Barbara blushed with shame. Her young, firm breasts were totally exposed in full light, for each of theses crooks to see. "Hmmm.... Lovely!" Catwoman said teasingly. "Would you like to see more, doctor?" "Yes, of course!" Dr Rancor chuckled. Catwoman made several cuts along Batgirl's legs, and ripped the suit completely off her body. Batgirl was now totally naked except for a black thong, her mask, gloves and boots. "Oh, look at that!" Catwoman cried out in mocked surprise and pointed at Barbara's thong. "What a naughty girl!" Everyone in the room was laughing, which turned Barbara's shame into anger. "You can laugh for all you want!" She snapped, "but I'll never surrender!"

"Oh, really? I'm not so sure," Catwoman teased. "But we'll find out about that later. All I want to know now is the identity of Batgirl. Don't you want to know that, boys?" "No!" Batgirl cried out in dismay. As Batgirl protested and her henchmen cheered, Catwoman reached up and ripped the mask off her face.

"Oh my goodness it's Barbara Gordon!" Catwoman exclaimed, and she burst out laughing. "Batgirl is Barbara Gordon!" She exclaimed.

"So, Miss Gordon," she teased the furious Barbara, "is working at the city library really so boring that you have to run around the city in a rubber suit?"

"I was trying to help people! And to stop criminals like you!" Barbara protested angrily. "Oh, really?" Catwoman laughed, "But you could have joined the police, just like your father, or any ordinary citizen! You know what? I think you just want to show off! you get off showing off your body in that suit of yours, you little slut!"

"No! That's not true----Ouch!" Barbara's angry protest turned to a cry of pain when Catwoman grabbed her right nipple and twisted it. Reaching down, Catwoman cut off Barbara's thong to reveal a nicely-trimmed pussy. "Hmmm... nice!" Catwoman purred and she ran her hand over it. Barbara closed her eyes and turned her head away in dismay. "Take your filthy hand off me, you evil woman!" She snapped. "And what are you going to do if I don't, Miss Chastity?" said Catwoman as she forced a finger up Barbara's dry hole, causing her to wince with discomfort, "you just wait and see, I'll have to begging for it in no time."

"I was going to start your training rightaway," said Catwoman as she withdrew her finger, "but since you're such a nice girl I'll postpone that until tomorrow. Now I'm just going to give you a taste of what your punishment will be like!" Smiling viciously, she signaled one of her henchmen, and he came over with a leather case. From the leather case Catwoman took out a syringe and a small bottle. Barbara watched nervously as Catwoman drew the contents of the bottle into the syringe. "Don't worry," Catwoman said smiling, "you'll soon find out what it is." Barbara couldn't help struggling as Catwoman approached with the syringe. "Catwoman! I'll get you for this!" She cried out in desperation.

"Oh, I just can't wait for you to get me!" Catwoman cooed as she poked the needle into Barbara's arm and injected her. "This is one of several new drugs that I've been experimenting on. Try it, I'm sure you'll like it."

Barbara waited anxious for the drug to take effect. But after a few minutes, the drug still didn't seem to be doing anything. Then smiling wickedly, Catwoman leaned forward, stuck out her tongue and licked her left nipple. "Oooooh!" the sensation of pleasure was so strong that Barbara felt as if she was struck by a bolt of lightning. Caught by surprise, she couldn't suppress her moan. "See? This drug can enhance your sensation of both pleasure and pain by a hundred times. That was how pleasure's like with it," Catwoman said as she picked up her crop and walked behind Barbara, "but today we'll focus on the pain part...." with these words, she brought the crop heavily down on Barbara's back.

"Aaaaaaaah!" Barbara cried out in pain. She was expecting the worst but the feeling was almost unbearable. Swish! Catwoman hit her again. "Uuuuuuurgh!" Barbara gritted her teeth and tried not to cry out. "So how do you like it, huh? Huh?" Catwoman asked as she hit Barbara again and again, and soon Barbara's back was criss-crossed with red welts. Slowly, Catwoman moved her way down to Barbara's white, round ass. "Ugh, ugh," Barbara let out several suppressed cries as Catwoman went on. "Hmmm... not bad for a spoiled bitch like you," Catwoman said as she stopped, giving Barbara some time to catch her breath. "Let's see how our Batbimbo is!" She said as she stood in front of Barbara.

Barbara was trembling with the pain. Her body was covered by a thin layer of sweat, and her auburn hair was matted to her forehead. She looked at Catwoman and bit her lip. "Now take this, slut!" Catwoman said as she brought the crop down on Barbara's breasts.

"Aaaaaaaah!" Barbara howled with the pain as the crop landed right across her delicate breasts. "What? Not so tough after all are we?" Catwoman said as she whipped Barbara again, this time hitting her right across her nipples, drawing another cry from Barbara. "Ah, ah, ah! Aaaaaaah!" She tossed her head and cried out as Catwoman hit her again and again, and now the white globes of her breasts were covered with red stripes. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "Please! Stop!" She pleaded, "please! You win! I can't take this anymore! Ah! Ah!"

"Excuse me? What did you say?" Catwoman asked teasingly as she continued. "I said you've won! Please, stop!" Batgirl pleaded, her eyes now wet with tears. "And what do you mean by that?" Catwoman asked as she hit Barbara one more time. "Ouch! I, I'll do what you say! Just stop hitting me!"

"Oh, really? Are you sure?" Catwoman asked. "Yes, p-please! I beg you! Just stop!" Barbara pleaded, gasping, a drop of tear finally ran down her cheek. "And if I tell you to fuck every man in this room, will you do it?" Catwoman asked. "I...I...Oh!" Barbara cried out in alarm as Catwoman poked her breast with the crop. "Oh, yes, yes," she answered meekly, closing her eyes in shame. "Well, boys, you heard what the lady just said! Now let her down!"

Barbara was still shaking when the men lowered her to the ground. They adjust the length of the chain so that she was now on her knees, with her ankles still chained, keeping her legs spread. "Well, Dr Rancor," said Catwoman cheerfully, "as usual, I think you should do the honor."

To be continued....

II.

Barbara resigned herself to fate as Dr Rancor took off his pants. Laughing, Catwoman knelt down next to the bound and naked heroine and tentatively placed her hand on Barbara's thigh. Immediately a shudder ran through her, and when Catwoman slowly ran her hand up to her pussy, Barbara couldn't help but let out a grunt. The sensation-enhancing drug was still effective, and when Catwoman began to tickle her clit, the sensation was incredible. "Oh...oh...." Barbara moaned and wriggled her hips, her juices flowing in torrents. "Well, doctor," said Catwoman giggling, "it looks like our Batcunt here just can't wait to be fucked! You'd better hurry up!"

"Sure!" said Dr Rancor chuckling as he knelt down behind Barbara and positioned his cock at the entrance of her steaming pussy. "Here, Batcunt! Take this!" He grunted as he thrust into her with one deep thrust. "God she's tight!" he gasped, "not so tight as Superslut of course but still incredibly tight! Oh I just can't wait to fuck her ass!" Excited, he began thrusting. "OH! Huh--huh!" Barbara grunted as Dr Rancor fucked her with long, hard thrusts. She was at first alarmed by Dr Rancor's words, but now she was so absorbed in the powerful sensation of his fucking that she didn't care anymore. She moaned and squirmed madly, and she felt herself coming. "This slut is wild!" Dr Rancor chuckled. Sensing that he was close to coming, he increased his tempo, and as Barbara signaled her orgasm with loud cries, he thrust deep into her and shut his load deep inside her.

"Oh, oh," Barbara was still moaning after Dr Rancor had pulled out. "So how do you like the daughter of Gotham City's police chief?" Catwoman asked giggling. "Not bad, not bad at all!" Dr Rancor chuckled, running his hand along Barbara's bruised back. "Why don't you try her ass too, I bet she hasn't been fucked there before. Unless I'm terribly wrong about this little slut. Am I, Miss Gordon?" Catwoman asked as she grabbed Barbara by her hair. "Uh, no--no," Barbara answered meekly. "C'mon, doctor, let's get you ready," said Catwoman eagerly.

"No! Pl--" Barbara's plea was cut short by Catwoman, who grabbed her cheeks and squeezed her mouth open. Immediately, Dr Rancor forced his softened cock in. "Mmmm!" Barbara struggled at the invasion of her mouth, frowning at the taste of Dr Rancor's cock, a mixture of his cum and her own juices. However, with Catwoman's firm grip on her jaw, all she could do was to moan in dismay as Dr Rancor thrust back and forth, and soon he was rock-hard again. "Look at it, Batcunt!" Catwoman pointed at Dr Rancor's cock, now coated with Barbara's saliva, as he pulled out. "Soon you'll have it buried up that cute little ass of yours!"

"No!" Barbara cried out in alarm as she felt the head of Dr Rancor's cock at the entrance of her virgin ass. Savoring her fear, Dr Rancor held still for a while before he grabbed her hips and slowly pushed his way into her tight anal passage. "Oooooh! Ugh! Ugh!" Barbara cried out and tucked at her bonds. She felt like her whole body was completely filled up by this cock and it was going to split her in half. Dr Rancor pushed until he was totally buried inside Barbara, then he held still and let his cock throb inside the now trembling heroine.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Barbara began moaning when, after a few minutes, Dr Rancor began pumping her. Her moans were soon stifled when Catwoman signaled one of her henchmen and he immediately pushed his cock into her mouth. Taken by the sensation of her ass-fuck, Barbara didn't try to resist this time, and was soon sucking on the guy eagerly, moaning all the time. Laughing, Catwoman turned to leave the room. "Okay guys! Get ready for your turn! Remember, each one of you has to fuck her at least once before I'm back!" She said laughing.

In another room, Supergirl was waiting for Catwoman, chained spread-eagled to a large wooden rack. She looked at Catwoman in fear as she entered. "Please don't punish me!" Supergirl pleaded, "I promise you I'll never disobey you again!" "Shut up, slut!" Catwoman scolded. Secretly she was pleased at the lack of self-esteem that Supergirl showed. "You're a useless slut and now you're going to pay for it!" With these word she produced a black leather box and opened it in front of Supergirl. Supergirl looked and saw that it was full of needles of about two inches long. "Look at them! They're nice aren't they?" Catwoman purred. "They have an extra-high Krytonite content, eighty percent to be exact, and I'm sure you'll love them!"

"No! Please! Please!" Supergirl begged. "Shut up! Slut!" Catwoman scolded as she placed a ball-gag over Supergirl's mouth and tied it around her head. Then, smiling wickedly, she took out a needle from the box. As Supergirl watched in horror, she slowly pointed it at her right breast. Supergirl shook her head frantically, struggling in vain against her bonds. "Here, try this!" Catwoman hissed as she grabbed Supergirl's breast with one hand and slowly pushed the pin in.

"Hmmmm!" Supergirl tossed her head and screamed in agony as the needle pierced her breast. Catwoman continued until about half an inch of the needle was inside, then she took out another needle. With Supergirl struggling and screaming, she proceeded to push about three dozen of needles into Supergirl's breasts, and now they looked like two pin cushions. By this time Supergirl was in agony, and she didn't even noticed it when Catwoman moved down to her pussy. Her whole body tightened when Catwoman pushed the first needle into her blonde snatch, right next to her pierced lips. After Catwoman had adorned her pussy with more than ten needles, Supergirl was not longer screaming. She was shaking silently in agony; her eyes were half-closed, her cheeks were wet with tears, and her forehead was covered by a thin layer of cold sweat. For Catwoman, the tortured heroine was an exquisite sight, and she bent over to lap the tears off Supergirl's cheeks. "Listen, slut, I know this is going to disappoint you," Catwoman purred, "But you're not going to get your daily gang-bang tonight. Instead, you'll spend the night here with these lovely pins. This is what you get for disobeying me! And when my men come to get you tomorrow morning, you'd better be a good girl!" Then she left, leaving the superheroine in pain and darkness.

When Catwoman returned, the sixth man had just finished with Barbara. The effect of the sensation-enhancer was finally wearing off, but by this time Barbara had already lost count of her orgasms. She was now hanging exhausted by her wrists, gasping, with her cheeks covered with cum. Cum was also running from her chin down her neck to her breasts, and dripping down her thighs from her pussy and her ass. She gave Catwoman a dazed look as she came in. "So how is our Batcunt doing? Have you guys all fucked her? Good! Now get this filthy slut cleaned up and send her back to her cell!"

Barbara was too exhausted to put up a fight when they unchained her and hosed her clean. Next, she was carried to her cell on a different level, where she was put on a leather collar, with matching leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Then she was made to get on all fours and a bowl of rice and a bowl of water were placed in front of her. "Eat it, slut," one of her guards said, "this is your dinner. And don't use your hands!" he added as the others burst out laughing. Barbara looked at the bowl of rice and felt like crying. She hadn't eaten anything (except cum) since her capture, and now she was both tired and hungry. But for her, to eat like a dog in front of all these men was too humiliating, even after they had all used and abused her in the past few hours. Seeing her hesitate, the man chuckled and asked her, "what, don't like plain rice? Let me add some seasoning." With these words he unzipped, pulled out his cock and started jerking off. "Oh, no!" Barbara cried out in dismay and turned her head away. But the other guys held her and forced her to watch as the first man shot his cum on the rice. "Now, slut, eat this!" He said chuckling. "No--Oh! Ah! Ah!" Barbara's protests were cut short when another man raised the whip in his hand and brought it heavily down on her unprotected ass. The pain of the whip hitting her new wounds made her jump up and cry out. "Oh! Oh! Ah! Please, stop! Please! Ah!" Barbara pleaded as she finally began to cry. "Please!" she pleaded, "I'll, I'll eat it! Please! Just don't hit me anymore!" And as the men watched and cheered, the defeated crimefighter lowered her head and began lapping up the water and the cum-stained rice from the bowls. When she finally finished eating, she was finally allowed to rest. The guards cuffed her wrists and ankles together, and chained her collar to her cell. "Get some rest, slut!" one of them said, "you've got a busy day ahead!"

"Good morning, my slut! Did you have a good night's sleep?" Catwoman greeted Barbara as she was brought into the room in a leash. Upon seeing her tormentor, Barbara could hardly suppress her anger and glared at Catwoman. "Hmm... I like tough girls like you," Catwoman purred, "it gives me more pleasure breaking them!" Barbara fought hard against the urge to retort. She knew that she was still too weak to fight back, and all she could do was to wait for her chance. She was determined not to let Catwoman win today.

Catwoman, on her part, almost laughed when she saw the look on Barbara's face. "C'mon, boys, get the slut ready!" At her order her men immediately grabbed Barbara and cuffed her wrists together to the chained hanging down from the ceiling. Before they hauled her up, Catwoman approached her with her syringe. Remembering her whipping yesterday, Barbara tried to put up a brave face. However, today, after injecting her with the sensation enhancer, Catwoman injected her with a second drug. Next, Barbara was hauled up until her feet couldn't touch the floor. Her mind was wondering wildly what the second drug was. Would it make her pain even worse? Could she bear it?

"Don't worry, my slut," Catwoman purred, "the second drug is not another sensation-enhancer. It's something much more interesting. Can you feel it now? No? Don't you think it's a bit warm in here?"

Now that Catwoman mentioned it, Barbara could indeed feel the room getting warmer and warmer. No, it's not the room, it was her. She was getting hot and horny. The drug was an aphrodisiac! She thought in horror. "What have you done to me? You wicked woman!" She cried out in shock and anger. To that, Catwoman only giggled. She was certain that soon her newly-invented drug--the most powerful aphrodisiac ever--would have its effect on Barbara, and she would be so horny that she wouldn't be able to control herself at all.

Indeed, Barbara was already having a hard time keeping still. Her face was blushing, her mouth was dry, but her pussy was getting wetter and wetter every second, and her nipples were now rock-hard, begging for attention. What's more, under the effect of the sensation-enhancer, every sensation became an unbearable turn-on: the rough feeling of the cuffs rubbing her wrists, as well as the feeling of her weight pulling on her arms.

"Urgh...urgh...." Barbara grunted as she fought hard to control herself. "Hmmm... I think the slut is ready..." Catwoman purred as she raised her whip. "Aaaaaah!" Barbara cried out as the whip hit her across her breasts. Much to her surprise, Catwoman was not hitting her so hard, and although it still hurt, it wasn't the agony that she experienced the day before. Instead, Barbara was taken by a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. As Catwoman went on, Barbara felt like her breasts were on fire; they were so hot that she wanted to beg the men, any of them or all of them, to come over, grab them and molest them. But she still managed to restrict herself to moans and cries.

"I think we're ready for the next part," said Catwoman as she stopped suddenly, taking Barbara by surprise. "Bring the other slut!" she ordered.

No one spoke while they were waiting. The only sound that Barbara could hear was her own panting. Somehow, in her delirium, it had become the sexiest sound in the world. Almost unconsciously, she closed her eyes, brought her unchained legs together and squeezed. "Stop that, you little slut!" Catwoman burst out laughing, "I've got something even better for you! Look!"

Opening her eyes, Barbara saw Supergirl standing in front of her, totally naked and with her head lowered. "Morning, Superslut!" Catwoman said cheerfully. "Good morning, mistress," the superheroine answered meekly. "Have you learn your lesson yet?" Catwoman asked teasingly as she placed her hand on Supergirl's pussy and began gently rubbing it. "Y-yes, mistress," Supergirl answered. "So you'll do anything I say now?" "Y-yes, mistress." Supergirl answered again. Tiny marks were still visible on her breasts, and she had too fresh a memory of last night's torture to displease Catwoman. "Good," said Catwoman as she began tickling Supergirl's clit, "now go and fuck Batcunt over there!"

"Wh-what...Ah!" Supergirl moaned as her clit expanded to its full length in Catwoman's hand. Even though she was almost delirious with desire, Barbara was still shocked by this sight. Supergirl had a cock! "Oh my god! Su, Supergirl!" She exclaimed, and Supergirl lowered her head in shame. "You heard me, slut!" Catwoman said sternly, "go and fuck that slut Barbara Gordon!" "Oh please!" Supergirl pleaded. She wanted to run away, but with Catwoman playing skillfully with her clit, she was hooked, and all she could do was to tremble with excitement. Having missed her daily gang-bang, Supergirl was now horny as hell. "Oh, oh, yes, yes," she closed her eyes and moaned. Willy-nilly, she let Catwoman's henchmen lead her to where Barbara was hanging, get hold of her wrists and cuffed them to Barbara's.

"Oh...no...no..." Barbara protested as she hung face to face with Supergirl. Now even the sensation of Supergirl breathing down on her neck was almost unbearable, and she had to turn her head away to prevent herself from kissing Supergirl. But she was fighting a battle that she could never win. As Catwoman ordered, her men grabbed Barbara's thighs, spread her legs and slowly lowered her onto Supergirl's cock.

"Ah! Ah!" the two crimefighters moaned in unison as Supergirl's cock entered Barbara. To make things even worse, the men grabbed Barbara's ankles and joined the two cuffs together, so that her legs were now wrapped around Supergirl. By this time Supergirl was trembling wildly with excitement. "Oh...Batgirl...oh... pl-please.... I'm, I'm sor-sorry..." she whimpered incoherently. "Oh, Supergirl! Pl, please! D--don't!" Barbara answered, panting.

"C'mon girls, don't be shy!" purred Catwoman laughing as she watched them struggle with their desire. "C'mon!" she said as she raised her whip and brought it down on Barbara's back. "Ah!" Barbara cried out and jumped, and all was lost. The sensation of her pussy moving up and down on Supergirl's cock was too much for her, and as Catwoman went on whipping her, she locked her legs tightly around Supergirl and began humping up and down. "Ah! Ah! Aaaaaah!" Barbara moaned loudly as she fucked herself on Supergirl's cock. "Oh, Batgirl! Ah!" Supergirl joined in as she began thrusting her hips in return. Soon, as everyone cheered, the two superheroines were engaged in a passionate French-kiss, pressing their breasts against each other's. Within seconds Barbara was coming, and her wild squirming brought Supergirl to orgasm too. "Aaaaaah!" Supergirl cried out as she flooded Barbara's cunt with her juices.

To be continued....

III.

After her second orgasm, Barbara was still riding on Supergirl's cock like mad,moaning loudly. Supergirl on her part was almost exhausted, trembling with the constant stimulation on her ultra-sensitive clit-cock. Her juices flooded Barbara's cunt and were now running down their legs to the floor, forming a small puddle. As she opened her mouth to gasp for air, Barbara hungrily covered it with hers and thrust her tongue in.

"Take it easy, slut!" Said Catwoman giggling, "you're gonna kill her! Boys, break them up before Batcunt drains Superslut dry!" Barbara cried out in dismay when Catwoman's men uncuffed her ankles and lifted her off Supergirl's cock. Then they unchained Supergirl and laid her down on the floor to allow her to recover. Barbara, who was still moaning and squirming, was also unchained. Her face was all flushed, her hair was matted to her forehead, and her thighs were covered with Supergirl's juices and her own. As the men uncuffed her she half-opened her eyes and saw that a man was already waiting for her on his back on the floor, and she couldn't help staring hungrily at his upward-pointing cock. She obediently spread her legs when two men grabbed her thighs and began to lower her onto this man's cock. "Aaaaaaah!" Barbara tossed her head and moaned loudly in pleasure. Immediately, she began riding him.

"See? I told you she's a slut!" Catwoman said to Dr Rancor loudly, and everyone in the room laughed. Although deep in her mind Barbara was ashamed by the remark, she was far too horny to stop. Closing her eyes again, she rode the guy in total abandonment. She began moaning even louder when another guy knelt down behind her and began pushing his cock into her asshole, and when a third guy stood in front of her, she immediately opened her mouth and eagerly engulfed his cock. The three men ran their hands all over her body, kneading her flesh and squeezing her breasts, but the rough way they were handling her only seemed to increase Barbara's excitement. Within seconds she came, again and again, bucking madly like a wild pony.

Catwoman was also getting hornier and hornier as she watched. Turning around, she saw that Supergirl too had her eyes glued on Barbara's triple penetration and was squeezing her breasts with one hand while stroking her cock with the other. "Naughty, naughty, you slut!" Catwoman giggled as she began to remove her catsuit, "C'mon boys, don't leave our Superslut alone!" She went over to Supergirl and lowered herself onto her cock. As Supergirl cried out loudly in pleasure, a man took his place between her breasts, while a second man entered her mouth and a third man entered her ass.

After Catwoman had come, she lifted herself off Supergirl and a man immediately took her place and entered Supergirl's steaming pussy. This guy continued to toy with Supergirl's cock while he fucked her, drawing muffled cries of pleasure from her. Catwoman walked over to Barbara. The men fucking her cunt and her ass had already come inside her, and she was now greedily swallowing the cum of the guy using her mouth. After he had pulled out she collapsed onto the floor, eyes closed, licking her lips.

At Catwoman's signal another group of men approached Barbara, picked her up and laid her down on a small platform. Still hungry for more cocks, Barbara automatically spread her legs wide. Catwoman laughed at the lewd display of the young crimefighter. "Hungry for more cock, slut?" She teased as she straddled Barbara's face. Hesitating at first, Barbara soon began licking Catwoman's pussy when her pussy and her ass were filled by two new cocks. Her lack of skill was more than compensated by her enthusiasm, and Catwoman was soon moaning with pleasure and grinding her hips against Barbara's face. A third man came over and took his place between Barbara's full, firm breasts, which she immediately pressed together. When the man came, he stood up and sprayed his cum all over Barbara's breasts. "Yes, wash the slut with you cum!" Catwoman hissed as she approached her own orgasm. The two guys fucking her cunt and her ass immediately pulled out and began jerking off. Barbara had already come twice from their fucking and was approaching her third orgasm, and when they pulled out she stopped licking Catwoman and began moaning in frustration. "Stupid cunt!" Catwoman scolded as she impatiently grabbed Barbara's hands and placed them between her legs, "you don't need me to teach you everything do you?" She asked as she twisted Barbara's cum-stained nipples. Getting her hint, Barbara inserted two fingers into her pussy and began finger-fucking herself while toying with her clit with the other hand. After her licking was resumed, Catwoman came quickly, drenching her face with her juices. Then the two men came too, shooting their cum all over her breasts.

Sighing with satisfaction, Catwoman stood up. On the other side of the room, Supergirl was riding a guy while holding her breasts to her mouth, eagerly licking cum off them. Her cock was spurting juices up in the air, indicating that she was coming like crazy. After that guy had come inside her, she immediately collapsed on the floor, exhausted.

"Come here, Superslut!" Catwoman ordered. Even though she was so exhausted that she couldn't even stand, Supergirl still struggled to her hands and knees and crawled over. "Come here, clean up your slutty friend!" Catwoman ordered as she guided Supergirl towards Barbara. Obediently, Supergirl began licking the juices off her face. Barbara too was exhausted and was gasping for air, but when Supergirl began licking her she opened her eyes and dreamily sought Supergirl's tongue with hers, and Supergirl couldn't help but stop licking to return Barbara's passionate kiss. Barbara began moaning when Supergirl finally broke off the kiss and continued licking her way down her neck to her breasts, carefully lapping up every drop of cum. "Yes, yes, please!" Barbara panted as she grabbed Supergirl's head and pushed it down to her pussy. However, the obedient Supergirl insisted on cleaning up every inch of her body, and everyone present was treated to a sexy game of wrestling between the two superheroines until Supergirl finally reached Barbara's pussy.

"Isn't she a good pussy-eater, slut?" Catwoman teased the moaning Barbara. "Y-yes, I like it...oh, oh," Barbara moaned in reply. Catwoman gave Supergirl's ass a pat, and as she had learnt, Supergirl spurned her body around so that she and Barbara were in a sixty-nine position. Barbara looked at the cock pointing at her nose and, without having to be told to, eagerly took it in her mouth and began sucking....

That night, Barbara broke down and cried when she was finally left alone in her cell. She was so ashamed of what she had done. Yet there was nothing she could do. In the month that followed, she was put through the same routine everyday, injected with the drugs, whipped and then gang-banged. She and Supergirl were made to learn several routines. For example, Supergirl would fuck her and suck a guy at the same time. When the guy came, Supergirl would hold his cum in her mouth and then kiss Barbara, passing the cum to her, which she would then swallow. While they would usually lick each other clean after every gang-bang, sometimes each of them would be ordered to clean herself up. Barbara would first lick the cum off her breasts, then wipe the cum off other parts of her body and lick it from her hand. No matter how ashamed she felt, once the drugs were in effect, Barbara would do whatever she was told to, calling herself a slut or "Batcunt" and begging to be used.

In was only after the first month that Barbara realized the full effect of her training. This day, she was chained up as usual. But surprisingly Catwoman didn't give her any of her usual injections. Instead, smiling wickedly, she immediately began whipping Barbara. While the whipping felt less painful, Barbara realized to her horror that her body was reacting to it nonetheless. As the whipping went on, her body became more and more aroused, and when Catwoman stopped, her pussy was already dripping wet. In the past she was able to tell herself that her actions were due to the effect of the drug, but now it seemed that this perverted desire was coming from her own self. What am I turning into? What have they done to me? She screamed in her mind. She was shocked and ashamed when she was unchained and placed on all fours. Catwoman laughed as she placed her hand between Barbara's legs to feel her wet pussy.

"Hmmmm..." she cooed, "looking forward to your usual gangbang today, slut?" "No!" Barbara cried out painfully. "No? Then what is this, huh?" she said as she held her hand, which was glistening with Barbara's juices, in front of her. "No!" Barbara cried out again, "no---ah! Ah!" She cried out as Catwoman brought the whip heavily down on her ass. "Don't you lie to me, Batcunt!" Catwoman scolded as she whipped Barbara brutally. She was hitting Barbara much harder now, and the pain of the whip hitting Barbara's already reddened ass was excruciating. "Ah! Ah!" Barbara cried out and wriggled her hips, desperately trying to avoid Catwoman's whip. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. "Please! Stop! Ah! Ah! Please! I'll say whatever you want! Please!" "Whatever I want?" Catwoman was still not satisfied, and whipped her even harder. The skin of Barbara's ass broke in several places, and tiny droplets of blood trickled down her ass. "Oh, oh, I'm sorry, oh," Barbara pleaded, sobbing, "it's, it's not what you want, it's the tr--truth, oh, oh!" "Then say it, cunt!" "I, I want to be fucked! Please, stop!" "Who? Say that again!" "This, this Batcunt wants to be fucked, please! Use me! Fuck me!"

Barbara was still trembling after Catwoman stopped whipping her. "C'mon guys," Catwoman said, "you heard what Batcunt says!"

Again, to her shame, Barbara found herself spreading her legs automatically when the first man knelt down behind her with his cock pointing at her pussy. "Take this, Batcunt!" the man chuckled as he grabbed her hips and entered her with one deep thrust. "Uuuuuuurgh!" Barbara let out a grunt of both satisfaction and frustration. While the fucking was pleasurable, it still couldn't be compared to what it was like with the sensation-enhancer, and soon Barbara began to moan impatiently and grind her hips to meet the man's thrusts. Finally she couldn't hold back any longer. "Pl-please!" she pleaded, moaning louder and louder, "fuck me harder! Harder! Squeeze, squeeze my t-tits! Please! Ah! Ah!" she cried out in abandonment.

From that day on Barbara's training entered a new phase. Catwoman introduced her to one new toy after another. Not only the simple whip or the riding crop, but also the paddle, clothes-pins, ropes--from breast-binding to a simple hogtie--and so on. The mere sensation of ropes squeezing her body was enough to turn her on. And then she would beg to be used, reluctantly at first, but soon she realized that the humiliating things she was made to say and the debasing ways she referred to herself also gave her a kind of perverted pleasure. She was used not as frequently as Supergirl was, but Catwoman wickedly moved her to a new cell which was separated from Supergirl's by only a wall. In the still of the night, Barbara could hear Supergirl's moans vaguely when Catwoman's henchmen paid her their nightly visits, and she could rarely resist the temptation to finger-fuck herself, for which she knew she would be teased and punished the following day, for making herself come without Catwoman's permission.

One morning, Barbara was waken up by Catwoman and her men. "Good morning, cunt!" said Catwoman cheerfully. "Good morning, mistress," Barbara answered meekly. "Good!" Catwoman purred as she reached into the cell and stroked Barbara's breasts, "you've surely made a lot of progress, my little Batcunt! In fact, you've been much better than I thought! So to be a fair owner, I'm going to give you a reward!" "A re-reward?" Barbara asked cautiously, her attention distracted by Catwoman's fingers on her erect nipples. "Yes! And guess what it is? We're going home?"

"H--home?" before Barbara could fully grasp what Catwoman was saying, her men opened the gate of the cell and got hold of her. A blindfold, a ball-gag and a leather harness were quickly applied on her. A thousand questions raced through Barbara's mind as she passively let the men tightened the harness in darkness. What does Catwoman want this time? What will become of her once they return to Gotham City? Will she be put on public display as Catwoman's trophy? But the sensation caused by the leather harness was soon grabbing her full attention. It was a harness with three horizontal straps, one above her breasts, one below them, and one around the waist, held together by a thick vertical strap which ran from the front down between her legs up her back. Her wrists were cuffed to leather cuffs attached to the strap around her waist, and when Catwoman's henchmen tightened the vertical strap to make it press hard against her pussy, she let out a muffled moan. Barbara was vaguely aware that she was loaded into a van, then into a chopper, and after the chopper had landed, back into a van again. At first her instinct as Batgirl told her to take note of the condition of the road and any other indication of where they might be, but all she could do in the end was to press her legs together and squirm and rub her pussy against the inside of the strap.

"Hey, slut, we're home!" said Catwoman cheerfully as she removed Barbara's blindfold. After her eyes had adjusted to the light Barbara could see that she was inside a large room which looked a bit like Batman's cave, with all kinds of instruments and monitors. Catwoman was sitting in a large swivel chair in front of a control panel and several monitors. "This is my new home, cunt," she said, "generously financed by the people of Metropolis."

"Wh, what do you want? What are you going to do?" alarmed, Barbara asked. "What am I going to do? I don't know," Catwoman cooed, "what do you think I should do with these cute little toys, slut?"

"Anyway," Catwoman went on, "I know what I'm going to do with them today, at least. You see this monitor here? Well, this machine in front of me can do many things," she said as she pointed to a panel in front of her, "it can jam all broadcasts, for example, and turn every local TV station into my own Pussy channel, or your own Pussy channel, to be precise," she laughed wickedly as she presses a button. Immediately the monitor began showing one of Barbara's countless gangbangs.

"No!" Barbara cried out in dismay. "No?" Catwoman asked teasingly, "Why not? I'm sure your father would love to know what you've been doing lately. Or maybe you prefer this other scene?" she pressed fastforward and the scene switched to Barbara masturbating alone in her cell.

"Please!" Barbara pleaded, "I beg you! Mistress! You can do anything, but don't let my father see me like that! It'll kill him! Please! I'll do anything for you!"

"Anything?"

"Yes! Just don't show that to my father!"

"Oh, by the way, I heard that you're fired from the Gotham City library," Catwoman said, suddenly changing the subject. "What?" Barbara asked, surprised. "You know, you've been away for so long, they had to find a replacement." Catwoman went on. "Er, yes," Barbara answered, still puzzled. "But don't worry, I've found you a new job! You know Madame Duvall?"

At this point Barbara finally realized what Catwoman was getting at. "No!" She protested. Madame Duvall was the owner of a private, gentlemen's club. Barbara and some activists had petitioned many times to have it closed. Her father, Commissioner Gordon, had wanted to close it down too, but the Madame seemed to be protected by many of the rich and powerful in the city, those who, Barbara suspected, were themselves among its members. To work for Madame Duvall would mean becoming a prostitute, and there's no way she's going to do it.

"Well, what d'you think?" Catwoman purred, "at least your secret will be safe from your father, unless he's a member of course..."

"No!" She cried out again. "No? Are you sure?" Catwoman said as she got up from the chair and stood in front of Barbara, who by now had to be strained by several of her men. "But I think it would be the perfect job for you!" she cried out in mock surprise as she grabbed Barbara's right nipple. "Look at you! You're getting wet the moment this harness was put on you! And don't you think we didn't see you trying to get off on the way! Look at how wet you are now! Huh? You little slut!" She scolded as she pinched and pulled Barbara's nipple cruelly, causing her to wince with pain. "You're Batcunt! A slut! And this is the perfect job for you! Do it or I'll send the tape out! I'll make sure that the commissioner gets a personal copy! You cunt!" "Ah!" Barbara cried out as her breast was pulled into cone-shape. "No! Please! Don't do that! Ah! Alright! I'll, I'll do it!"

Barbara felt like she was waiting for her execution as they waited for Madame Duvall in her luxurious mansion. She was still totally naked except for the leather harness, and the ballgag was re-attached to her mouth. She had been told exactly what to do, and now, she could feel her pussy getting hotter and hotter as she anticipated yet more humiliations.

"Hello, Catwoman, my darling!" Madame Duvall said in an exaggerated tone as she came in. She was in her early forties, dressed elegantly in a blue, velvet robe. After the two kissed each other on the cheek, the madame turned to Barbara.

"My, my," she exclaimed, "I wouldn't have believed it if I had not seen it myself! It's my dear Miss Barbara Gordon! What brought you here, Miss Gordon? Not trying to bring me down anymore?" Barbara felt both angry and ashamed, but as Catwoman instructed, she didn't respond and kept her head down. "So what Catwoman said was true, huh?" the madame went on, "this is the little secret under that snooty face of yours? That you want to work for me?" Closing her eyes, Barbara nodded. Although madame found the situation a bit strange, she couldn't miss the opportunity to get back at her arch opponent. "Actually, Miss Gordon here has a very particular secret fantasy," Catwoman added, "She wants to be dressed up as Batgirl and get raped by a bunch of crooks!"

"Oh, really?" Madame Duvall asked as she burst out laughing. "Well I'm sure that can be arranged!" "So it's a deal then?" Catwoman asked. "Yes, of course, she works here once every week, I keep her identity secret and give her to my special clients only, right?" "Yes, and make sure she get the very 'special' kind..." Catwoman purred. "Of course!" said Madame Duvall laughing, "but I think I've got something for her right now. Some kind of welcoming ceremony!"

James Gordon was not happy. All he had agreed to that evening was a drink with the mayor, and then one thing led to another--a phrase that sums up his entire relation with the man. When Frank Pattern first arrived at Gotham City, James Gordon was still a chief inspector. Like many of the conservative Gotham natives, he didn't like that man at all. First of all, he was an outsider, and secondly, he was a self-made millionaire, and for them this meant a parvenu. Back then, Gotham City was still a snobbish, old-fashioned society in which inherited wealth was more highly-regarded. But then Frank Pattern came, bringing with him all kinds of ideas of development, and under his influence the Gotham aristocracy became industrialists and speculators, acquiring wealth that even they had never dreamt of. Others followed and became self-made millionaire like Pattern himself, and they all loved him. But James Gordon was not impressed. For him all this was greed, not entrepreneurship.

After he had become police commissioner, he had ordered several investigations into Pattern to see if there's anything wrong with his business dealings, but couldn't find anything wrong with him. Much to his dismay, Frank Pattern went into politics and easily became the mayor, and as commissioner the two had to work frequently together. Looking back, James Gordon still couldn't figure out why he allow himself to become friends with that man. Then Frank Pattern began to give him tips about the stock market. At that time James Gordon had very little interest and knowledge about stocks, but his daughter was still little, and he wanted to send her to the most exclusive schools in Gotham City, and wanted her to have a comfortable life when she grew up. So again and again he made investments following Pattern's tips. By the time he realized what they did was improper it was already too late, and he found himself in Pattern's hands. Pattern had never made him do anything illegal, but he found himself yielding to every little requests from him, from setting the police's priorities to a late-night drink which tonight had degenerated into a visit to a club that he despised.

James Gordon felt embarrassed, angry and bullied as he followed Frank Pattern into the main hall of Madame Duvall's club. He saw many familiar faces, and had to force a smile as he greeted them, with them smiling back to him knowingly. He had never been to any place like that before in his entire life, and slightly to his relief, it was actually quite like any cocktail party, with the exception that wine was severed by naked, beautiful, young women, and apart from helping themselves to the drinks on the trays these girls were holding, the guests also helped themselves to their fresh, young breasts and perfectly round bottoms. When a girl offered him her tray, he nervously took a glass and looked away from her.

Happily, Frank Pattern had come to his rescue. "C'mon James, I'll show you something." He dragged the commissioner through a door into a small room. Apart from them, there were only a few people in the room, which made James Gordon feel a lot more comfortable. At the center there was a small platform, and on top of it was a woman on her hands and knees. Her stomach was resting on a small stool, and her wrists and ankles were cuffed to the platform. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was totally naked except for a black leather mask which covered the upper half of her face, a ring gag, and a thick leather collar. The mask showed only her eyes, and together with the ring gag it was impossible to tell what she looked like, but from her slim body and her smooth skin it would appear that she was quite young. After they had come in, the door was immediately closed. A woman was standing next to the naked girl, and Commissioner Gordon recognized her as Madame Duvall. She smiled politely to him, and he reluctantly had to nod in return. "Well, gentlemen," Madame Duvall looked up and said loudly, "as I was just saying, this is Babs, one of our new girls. Now don't let yourselves be fooled by her demure appearance. Babs here has a very wild fantasy--she

wants to be Batgirl and wants to be captured by a bunch of very very

naughty crooks!" There was a burst of laughter among the men,

accompanied by some muffled sounds from the girl. "As a welcoming gift

to our new girl, I'm now going to give Babs her very own Bat sign, and

I'd like to invite you gentlemen to witness this! Mr White, would you

please?"

Mr White was a man in a black suit. At Madame Duvall's words, he

opened a briefcase that he was holding and took out a tattoo gun. While

he watched all this, James Gordon couldn't help noticing that the girl

was staring at him. In fact, from the moment he entered the room, he

felt that her stare never left him. What's more, it seemed that she was

looking at him with a kind of angry, accusing stare, which together with

his own feeling of guilt made James Gordon extremely uncomfortable.

Holding the girl's waist with one hand, Mr White raised the tattoo

gun and began his work. A small bat symbol was already outlined at the

small of the girl's back, just above the crack of her shapely ass. When

the gun touched her skin, the girl grunted under her gag and began

breathing heavily. But apart from that there was no movement from the

girl, probably because she was tightly secured. Now the dark blue symbol

was almost finished, Commissioner Gordon noticed that her eyes were

still fixed on him. He could also see that her nipples were erect. What

are you looking at, you whore, he thought, getting pleasure from such

perverted things as this.

"Interested?" Pattern's voice sounded more taunting than concerned,

"why don't you give it a try?" he said as he pushed the commissioner

forward so that he was face to face with the girl. By now the tattoo was

finished, and several of the guests were running their hands along the

girl's body, concentrating on her pendant breasts. As she was being

handled the girl shook her head slightly and let out more muffled

grunts. How dare you look at me like that, you whore, James Gordon

thought as he unzipped and took out his semi-erect cock. The girl began

making more noises, but the collar had prevented her from turning her

head away when he inserted his cock through the ring gag into her mouth.

She was unsettled at first, as if she was trying to eject him with her

tongue, but soon she began sucking on his cock eagerly and skillfully,

giving James Gordon a sensation that he had never experienced before. He

couldn't believe the pleasure his was having. How could such a young

girl be giving such pleasures to a total stranger! And remembering her

name, he was overtaken with guilt when he imagined what his own daughter

would say if she knew of this. He felt even angrier at the girl.

"Whore!" he muttered under his breath as she hungrily swallowed his cum.

To be continued....

IV.

Barbara winced with discomfort, but with her wrists and ankles

tightly secured and with the thick leather collar on her neck, this was

all she could do. With all the guests gazing hungrily at her body, she

felt so ashamed and wanted to lower her head and hide her face, but

again all she could so was to lower her eyes and avoid their stare. Her

breasts looked larger hanging down, and the curve of her ass was

emphasized by her position, drawing many lewd comments from the guests.

Madame Duvall's presentation speech only made things worse. Barbara was

introduced as a masochistic slut who liked to be used roughly, and

preferably by several men at once. But as she listened, Barbara really

felt herself getting horny. At first she felt ashamed of herself, but

then, thinking that her mask would protect her identity from these men,

she surrendered herself to this perverted pleasure she found in the

madame's humiliating words, secretly hoping that the men would be so

excited that they would lay their hands on her body and start molesting

her immediately. She closed her eyes, and her breath quickened as Madame

Duvall's speech went on.

Then the madame stopped talking. Surprised and frustrated, Barbara

opened her eyes to see what was going on. Her heart sank when she saw

Frank Pattern open the door. She was not really surprised to see the

mayor here, as she had already noticed several of Gotham City's rich and

powerful among the guests. But Frank Pattern was someone she really

hated and despised, and the thought that he might become her "client"

was just revolting. Pattern was holding the arm of another man, and as

he dragged that man to the center of the room, she could see that he was

none other than James Gordon, Gotham's commissioner of police and her

respected father.

Barbara would never forget the moment when his face appeared under

the light of the hanging lamp. "Noooooo!" she cried out, but with a

ring-gag in her mouth, this only came out as a muffled grunt. Ignoring

her, Madame Duvall went on. All the time, Barbara just couldn't take her

eyes off her father. She stared at the aging commissioner in anger and

disbelief. She felt betrayed, and she was hoping to find in her father's

expression some hint of what he was doing there. Is he a regular? Has he

done anything with the other girls? What is he going to do tonight? With

whom? With Her? Her mind was filled with horror as she thought of that.

Then, to complete her humiliation, the madame told the guests about her

Batgirl fantasy and announced that she was going to be tattooed with a

bat symbol. So she was just a slut who liked to imagine that she was

Batgirl, and now she was going to be marked permanently with the bat

symbol. This symbol which was once her pride was now turning into a

symbol of her slavery and her depravity.

Barbara found herself breathing harder and harder as she thought of

these. "She's dripping wet!" She heard one guest whisper to another. She

saw her father's eyes wandering all over her body, and she wanted to

tell him to stop. At this point a hand grabbed her hip and Barbara felt

a sting at her back, just above her ass. So they are tattooing her now,

she thought. I'm Babs, the Batcunt, the Batslut....

She couldn't help but tremble with excitement as a guest reached

out, grabbed her nipple and began tweaking it. She opened her eyes and

saw that thankfully it wasn't her father. But now she could see that,

unmistakably, there were anger and contempt in the commissioner's eyes.

Yeah right, Barbara thought as she mind was getting more and more

occupied by the sensations in her body. Mister Commissioner, your

daughter is a cheap slut and you're a dirty old man, good friend of that

jerk Frank Pattern....

Then her worst nightmare came true. Like a possessed man, the

commissioner took a step forward and unzipped his trousers. Barbara

looked in horror at the semi-erect cock right in front of her, which her

father then proceed to insert into her mouth through the ring-gag.

"Hmmmmm!" Barbara protested, but no words could come out. Instead, the

movements of her tongue seemed to have excited her father, and his cock

became harder and harder. Several pairs of hand were on her body now,

squeezing her tits and fingering her hot, wet pussy. In her own

excitement, Barbara began to work her tongue on the cock in her mouth.

After a while, the commissioner responded to her sucking and began to

thrust back and forth himself. Within seconds he was coming, shooting

his hot cum deep into her throat. "Whore!" As Barbara instinctively

worked her throat to swallow every drop, she heard him mutter under his

breath.

As soon as he had come, the commissioner pulled his cock out, zipped

up and almost ran out of the room. At first Frank Pattern looked like he

wanted to be the next one, but now, cursing, he ran out after the

commissioner. Barbara wanted to cry. Her own father just called her a

whore, and that's after she swallowed his cum. But now her mind was

almost entirely taken up by the two fingers thrusting in and out of her

pussy and the finger probing her asshole. "Huugh! Huugh!" She grunted,

trying to say the word "whore". Two guests began spanking her,

alternating their strokes on her ass. "Urrgh!" She moaned, begging them

to hit her harder, and when a guest hit her ass with a particularly hard

stroke, she shuddered and came.

Catwoman was lying lazing on a couch when Barbara was brought in

front of her by two of her henchmen. Barbara was crawling on all fours,

led by a leash attached to her collar.

"Well, did you have fun tonight, my Batcunt?" Catwoman purred, "I've

just finished watching the tape that Madame Duvall gave me. God I never

knew the Commissioner was such a naughty boy. And how did it feel

swallowing daddy's cum? It could be your little brothers and sisters,

you know." She said, giggling.

At this Barbara couldn't take it anymore. She jumped up, but was

held back by the leash. "How could you do this to me?" She screamed,

struggling madly. "You set me up! You set me up!" She cried out, tears

running down her cheeks, "It's all because of you! It's all because of

you!"

"Now don't you forget who's the boss here you cunt!" Catwoman

scolded as she grabbed Barbara by her chin. "I didn't make your father

do whatever he did, but if that's what you want, I can certainly try to

set more things up for the two of you!" She said menacingly. "Oh, no!

Please!" Barbara pleaded. "Now you listen to me, cunt!" Catwoman went

on, "I'll be nice today, just to show that I can be understanding

sometimes. But if you disobey me once more in the future, I'll broadcast

the tape on Gotham City TV, and I'll make sure that the commissioner

finds out who that little whore is! Is that clear?" "Oh, no, please!

Don't do that!" Barbara got down on her hands and knees again and

pleaded, "Please! I'll do anything you say! Just don't let my father

know, please!"

"Well, that depends on whether you're a good girl or not...."

Catwoman purred as she stood up. "Please! I'll, I'll be a good girl!

I'll do anything you say!" Barbara pleaded frantically. "Good, then

there's something that I'd like you to do...."

"We are wasting our time here!" Penguin said angrily, "I suggest

that we leave now! I know she's bluffing!" "Well, we're here already,"

Joker answered, grinning as he always does, "why don't we at least find

out what the woman is up to?" the two were sitting in a finely decorated

room inside Catwoman's dent.

"Well, gentlemen! Sorry to keep you waiting!" Catwoman purred as she

appeared at the door with a leash in her hand, "our guest of honor

needed a little bit of preparation--and persuasion."

"So where's the Batchick huh? You said you've captured her!" Penguin

grumbled.

"Well here you are gentlemen!" said Catwoman as she entered the

room, tucking on the leash. "I present to you--Batgirl!"

"Fuck! No way!" Penguin exclaimed. The leash that Catwoman was

holding was attached to a leather collar, worn by a woman on all fours.

The woman was wearing Batgirls' mask, but apart from that she was

totally naked. She was looking at the two men with fear in her eyes.

"Well, why don't you tell the two gentlemen here who you are, slut,"

said Catwoman.

"I--I'm Batcunt," Barbara said meekly. "I--I used to be called

Batgirl b-but I'm now called Batcunt because that's wh-what I really

am...." although she had practiced the speech many times, coached by

Catwoman's whip, Barbara still couldn't help blushing as she said it.

"Well, well, this is interesting...." Joker murmured as he walked

around Barbara, inspecting her closely. "Batcunt! Haha! I like that!"

Penguin exclaimed as he jumped up and down. "Is she the really-" "Of

course she's real!" Catwoman interrupted Joker's question. "So do we

have a deal?"

"Hmmmm.... So we help you with your big plan, and you lend her to

us?" Joker asked as he studies the tattoo on Barbara's back. "That's

right."

"Fine, but you'd better not be playing any tricks with us here. This

slut here had better be the real Batgirl."

"Of course she is! I'll have her prove it to you in the future."

"Okay, you have my word then. What do you think, Penguin?"

"Sure! Let's start playing with Batcunt! Haha, Batcunt!" said

Penguin eagerly as he ran his hands all over Barbara's body.

"Okay then, she's yours for tonight!" Catwoman said cheerfully as

she handed Joker the leash.

"Great! Let's try out the toys that we've brought!" Penguin

exclaimed. Joker was stroking Barbara's face gently. "Well, well, well,

I still can hardly believe this. Well done, Catwoman!"

"Yeah, yeah, we thought you're kidding!" Penguin echoed as he opened

a box. "But just in case it's true we've prepared some welcome gifts for

the Batchick--oh sorry, I mean Batcunt! Oh, look! I'm unwrapping the

gift myself! Haha!"

Barbara was already expecting the worst when Catwoman told her that

she would be entertaining the two arch nemeses of Batman and herself.

Catwoman had given her enough warning by threatening to make the tape

public and giving her an extra-severe whipping in which the

sensation-enhancing drug was used again, so she was kneeling obediently

while Joker toyed with her breasts.

"Look at this, what do you guys think?" Penguin said triumphantly as

he held up what looked like a bridle and a riding crop. The bridle was

elegantly made with fine black leather and silver. Barbara was filled

with shock and revulsion when she realized what it was and how it was

going to be used. "C'mon, let's put this on!" With the help of Catwoman

and Joker, Penguin put the bridle on Barbara, who winced uncomfortably

as the bit was forced into her mouth. "One final touch," Penguin said

chuckling as he took out two metal clamps from his pocket. Each of them

had a bell attached at the end, and as Barbara watched in horror he

snapped them on her erect nipples, drawing a moan of pain from her.

"Mine, mine, she looks delicious, doesn't she?" Catwoman purred, and

Penguin chuckled. It was Catwoman that he had originally wanted to use

the bridle on, when he first saw her many years ago. But now it's not

too bad, he thought, or maybe even better, 'cos it's the Batchick that

he's going to ride. Or maybe the bridle will still be used on the Cat

one day? He grinned as he thought of that. "Look at you, Batcunt,"

Catwoman said as she held Barbara's head up, pointing her to a large

mirror in the room. Barbara could feel her pussy getting hotter and

hotter as she looked at her image in the mirror. The bridle and the

clamps on her nipples matched perfectly with her Batmask. "Hmmm..."

Joker said with a wide grin, "she looks really sexy! Well done,

Penguin!" "Well, I'd better let you boys enjoy yourselves with your new

toys then!" Catwoman said as she began to leave. "Wait, wait, aren't you

going to join us?" Penguin asked hopefully. "Thanks, some other time,

maybe," Catwoman purred.

Penguin grunted in disappointment, but he became cheerful again when

he saw Barbara. "Okay, Batpony, let's play!" He shouted as pushed

Barbara onto her hands and knees, and then he sat down on her back and

grabbed the reins attached to the bridle. The short and fat Penguin was

incredibly heavy, and Barbara thought her back was going to break.

"C'mon! Go! Go!" He said impatiently, and Barbara struggled to crawl

forward. Not happy with her efforts, Penguin raised the crop and brought

it heavily down on her ass. Letting out a muffled cry, Barbara tried

desperately to crawl faster. "Haha! Look at me, haha!" Penguin shouted

as he rode Barbara around the large room, to the jingling of the bells

on her nipples, controlling her by the reins and hitting with the crop

all the time. Barbara had to carry him around the room four times until

he was satisfied, and as soon as he got off her she collapsed on the

floor, exhausted.

"Tired already? We've just begun!" Joker said as he took the bridle

off Barbara's head but left the clamps on. "You never thought we would

be doing something like this did you? Well neither did I," he said in

his usual, over-friendly tone. "I know we've never really been friends

in the past, but there's a first time to everything, right? And being

the generous person that I am, I've got a present for you, Batcunt.

Would you like to see it?"

"Y--yes, sir, pl-please." Barbara answered obediently, still

gasping.

"Now there's a good girl!" Joker said laughing. "I knew you're a

good girl the first time I saw you! This is just great! Come here!" He

led Barbara to a corner of the room. There was a nicely-wrapped, large

box on the floor. As Joker instructed, Barbara unwrapped and opened it.

Inside the box was a wooden pony. It looked exactly like a little girl's

wooden pony, nicely painted with bright colors, but was large enough for

an adult to sit on. In the middle of the saddle there were two

cock-shaped metal rods, with the one in the back slightly shorter and

thinner.

"It's interesting that we came up with similar ideas isn't it?" said

Joker grinning. "C'mon baby, try it!"

Barbara looked at the two metal cock in horror. "Can I...p--prepare

it first, pl-please?" she asked submissively. "well, be may guest!"

Joker answered, chuckling. And at the two men watched and laughed,

Barbara, blushing, lowered he head and sucked the two metal cocks until

she thought they were lubricated enough. Then, she straddled the wooden

pony and, with her head lowered in shame, slowly lowered herself onto

the two dildos. Only then did she realized how et she was, as She had no

difficult getting the larger one into her pussy. But the one invading

her ass was larger than the ones that Catwoman usually used on her ass,

and she grunted with discomfort as it forced her ass open. After what

seemed like ages, she finally managed to get both in.

"C'mon, ride!" Joker urged. Oh, God, Barbara thought as she

reluctantly rock the pony lightly. "Oh, c'mon!" Penguin said

impatiently, "haven't you ridden a wooden pony before? Or do you want me

to teach you?" "Oh, no, please!" Barbara said and, timidly she reached

out and grabbed the two handles on the head of the pony, and began to

roll it, slowly, like a little girl riding her wooden pony. As soon as

she began, she noticed the trick of the pony's design. The two dildos

were positioned such that as she rocked, one would go out while the

other went in, and this was creating an incredible sensation in her

pussy. "Yes, faster! Faster!" Penguin cheered. To encourage her, he

raised the crop again and began whipping Barbara's back. "Ah!" Barbara

cried out at the sting and began to ride faster, and faster and faster

as Penguin continued whipping her. The combined effect of the dildos and

the whipping was too much for her, and she was coming in seconds. But

the two men were not satisfied. Joker took the crop from Penguin and

started whipping her, and she was forced to continue. She closed her

eyes and moaned loudly, with the bells on her nipples jingling merrily.

She had already come three times when they were finally happy. When

Joker stopped whipping her, Barbara just collapsed on the pony, hugging

its head like a little girl hugging her favorite toy, panting,

exhausted, her thighs all wet with her juices.

To be continued....

V.

"Well, you sure look like you've had a lot of fun, Batcunt!"

Catwoman said laughing when Barbara was brought to her. Barbara was

still on her leash. There was dried cum all over her face, her breasts

and her thighs. Her back was covered with whip marks, and across her

breasts there were also several vivid red welts. They were left by

Penguin before they left, when he tried to remove the clamps on her

nipples with a riding crop.

"You're, you're trying to turn me into a prostitute!" Barbara

protested feebly.

"Darling, you *are* a whore," Catwoman purred, giggling. "You see,

Babs will soon be having the rich and famous of Gotham City as her

clients, while Batcunt gets fucked by all kinds of crooks. See? You

still have your double life, just the way you like it. Isn't it great?"

"I, I hate you!" Barbara hissed with all her remaining strength.

"Hate me?" Catwoman was not angered by Barbara's defiance. "For

what? For showing you and the rest of the world what kind of slut you

really are?"

"No! You forced me to do all those horrible things!" Barbara

protested.

"Really? Tell me, slut, how many times have you come this evening?"

said Catwoman as she grabbed Barbara's cum-stained chin.

"I...I..." "Huh? How many? Tell me, slut!"

"I...I can't re-remember..." said Barbara finally, almost

whispering.

"See? You've come so many times that you can't even remember! And

you tell me that you've been forced? How many times have we gone through

this, slut? You always have to say that you're forced, but your mouth

starts drooling at the mere sight of a cock! You're such a hypocrite,

slut! Just like your father!"

The words pierced Barbara's heart and she lowered her head in

silence, but Catwoman wasn't finished yet. "What? You've got nothing

more to say? Oh c'mon, why don't you go on and tell me how virtuous you

really are? I find that kind of talk really convincing, especially when

your mouth is full of cum!" Catwoman said giggling. "Well, boys," she

said as she turned to her men, "looks like our Batcunt hasn't drunk

enough cum today, you guys know what to do?"

"No!" Barbara pleaded as the first guy approached her and unzipped.

She tried to back off but was held by two other guys, and all she could

do was to stare at the erect cock pointing right at her nose, with a

pained and humiliated look on her face as she struggled with herself.

Finally, defeated, she opened her mouth. Chuckling, the man immediately

pushed his cock in, and Barbara began sucking it with her eyes closed.

Although she obviously didn't need any encouragement, Catwoman reached

out with her left foot and began rubbing its tip against her pussy, and

soon Barbara was letting out muffled moans, and the tip of Catwoman's

boot was glistening with her juices. Smiling wickedly, Catwoman raised

her leg and began fucking Barbara with the heel of her boot. Before long

the man was coming, and Catwoman laughed out loudly as she watched

Barbara's throat work to swallow every drop of his cum. "Like that taste

don't you, cunt?" she asked, "or do you want to try some of this?" She

asked as she lifted her foot up to Barbara's face. "Lick it clean,

slut!" She said, "clean up your own slutty juices!"

Reluctantly, Barbara stuck out her tongue to lick her juices off the

boot. She still hadn't come yet, and as she licked, she could feel

herself getting hotter and hotter. When she had licked the surface of

the boot clean, without needing to be ordered, she lowered her head to

suck her juices off the heel. "So tell me, slut," Catwoman said

laughing, "which do you like more? Cum or your own juices?"

Please! You have humiliated me enough! Barbara felt like crying out

in protest, but she was well-trained enough to know better. "C--cum,"

she answered in a barely audible voice. "Excuse me?" Catwoman asked

teasingly. "I said I--I like the taste of c--cum better!" Barbara

answered. "Well, boys!" Catwoman said, laughing triumphantly, "you heard

the slut! C'mon, get in the line! And make sure she swallows every

drop!"

"Morning Batcunt, how are you feeling today?" Catwoman asked when

Barbara was brought to her in the morning two days later. "I'm f...fine,

thank you, mistress," Barbara answered meekly. She was really feeling

quite good this morning, because instead of giving her her first fucking

of the day in her cell, the guards took her to Catwoman's own bathroom

and told her to clean herself up. For the second time since her

captivity she was allowed the luxury of a hot shower and scented shower

gel (the last time was before she was brought to Madame Duvall's club).

She was even allowed to put on some makeup, and she almost cried when

Catwoman pointed to a white bra and a pair of matching panties on the

bed, as they were just like the ones that she used to have. "Put them

on, slut," Catwoman said, "we're going to do some modeling this

morning."

Barbara had a bad feeling, but she did as she was told. When she was

done, two of Catwoman's henchmen came over. First they tied a ballgag

around her head, and then they proceeded to tie her up in a hogtie.

Barbara underwent all this passively. When she was laid on the floor,

another henchman approached with a polaroid camera. "Look at him, slut,"

Catwoman said cheerfully, "and smile!" Barbara complied, raising her

head to face the camera.

"Excellent!" Catwoman purred after her man took several more

polaroids of Barbara from different angles, then she ordered Barbara to

be untied.

"Wh...what are you going to do with the photos?" Barbara asked when

her gag was removed. "I'll tell you later, slut," Catwoman purred

teasingly, "but let's try on your new costume first! Here, look!" she

said as she led Barbara by her hand to the closet and opened it. Barbara

gasped when she saw the costume hanging inside. "Please, mistress..."

she asked timidly as she turned to face Catwoman, "What d--do you want

from me?"

"What do I want?" Catwoman said loudly, "I want to bring chaos and

anarchy to this city, and you're going to help me! Now shut up,

darling," Catwoman said, resuming her purring tone, "just put this on, I

just can't wait to see how you look in it. I'll tell you my plans later,

or if you like, we can have a briefing session right now..." she said

menacingly. "Oh, no, please!" Barbara pleaded, "I'll, I'll put it on!"

she said meekly.

"Delicious, absolutely delicious..." Catwoman purred as she looked

at Barbara. "Here, look at yourself," she said as she led Barbara to in

front of the mirror.

Barbara stood in front of the large mirror, mesmerized by her own

image. The mask she now had was the same as her old one, but the rest of

the costume was totally different: knee-high boots and long gloves which

covered her elbows. The cape was gone, and instead of the Batsuit what

she now had looked more like a one-piece swimsuit in black latex. The

cut was very high, showing off most of her ass, and it barely covered

her pussy in the front. There was large hole on each side of the waist

area, and a large bat symbol was carved out in the chest area such that

not only was her cleavage clearly visible, part of her nipples could

also be seen at the two tips of the bat's wings. This is the costume for

Batcunt, Barbara thought to herself, and she could feel her juices begin

to flow.

"Lovely isn't it?" Catwoman purred as she stood next to Barbara,

"but I guess a bikini wax is in order," she added, giggling. "Now listen

carefully, Batcunt," she said, suddenly changing to a stern tone, "this

is your mission today...."

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a special report. In the past few

hours there have been attacks at all of Gotham City's eleven prisons.

According to initial reports, these attacks were carried out by

Catwoman, Joker and Penguin, with each of them leading the attacks in a

different part of the city. Also, Catwoman was said to be accompanied by

an unidentified female assistant, which according to witnesses was

wearing a revealing costume with a bat symbol. Several guards have been

killed and a large number seriously injured. Inmates were set free, but

the police have managed to re-capture a small number of them. It is also

believed that between thirty to forty inmates were kidnapped by Catwoman

and her assistant. The police has urged all citizens to stay at home and

remain calm, and it is speculated that the mayor will shortly declare a

state of emergency. Please stay tuned for further reports..."

"Hey! what the fuck is this all about?" Joe Pitcher shouted, and his

voice echoes in the large room. "Hey, buddy, shut the fuck up!" Another

man shouted back, "my head hurt is hurting like hell!" "Are you telling

me to shut up you moron---Mikey!" Joe exclaimed as he recognized the

other man as his brother. The two were arrested when they tried to hold

up a bank and had never seen each other since they were jailed

separately two years ago. Still dizzy from the drug that Catwoman used

to knock him out, Joe struggled to get up and ran over to where his

brother was sitting, and the two hugged and laughed, as other men in the

room were also waking up. Joe took a glance around them quickly. There

were about thirty of them, all men, all wearing inmate's uniforms. Some

of them he recognized as his former fellow inmates in the high security

prison. As they talked, it turned out that they all had the same

experience: their prison was raided by Catwoman and her gang, and while

most inmates were simply set free, Catwoman and her sexy-looking

assistant specifically went to their cells and drugged them, and they

woke up to find themselves here.

The large room that they were in looked like the living room of a

large mansion, except that it had no window. When they were still

discussing what to do, the large wooden doors swung open and Catwoman

walked in. "Welcome, gentlemen," Catwoman purred.

"Hey, Catwoman," someone shouted, "What's the fucking deal?"

"Don't get angry, Mr Bennett," Catwoman said giggling, "I'll explain

everything."

"As you may know, today me and my friends paid a little visit to all

the prisons in Gotham City. And while most of your friends there were

simply released from their unlawful and frivolous detention, you

gentlemen were specifically invited here."

"Yeah, right, that's some kind of invitation!" Someone snapped.

"Patience, patience, darling!" Catwoman purred, "You were all

invited here because of your special skills. Like you, Mr Cross, for

example. Your armor truck job was very impressive."

"Sure," the man shrugged his shoulder, "I was going to pull another

one even better, if not for that bitch Batgirl..."

"So what would you say if I offer to help you with that other job?"

"What exactly are you saying, Catwoman?"

"I am inviting all of you to join me. You work with me and my men,

and we share the profit. After today, I'm sure you're all aware of what

we are capable of."

"And why should we share our profit with you?"

"Well, if you don't want to join us, you're free to go. My men will

take you back to Gotham City, and you can do whatever you want there, as

long as you don't become a law-abiding citizen," said Catwoman giggling.

"Oh, by the way, if you join me, there's one extra bonus..."

At this moment the doors opened again and one of Catwoman's henchmen

came in with a leash in his hand. The other end of the leash was

attached to a leather collar worn on the neck of a woman, who was naked

except for a mask on her face and a pair of high heels. Joe's jaw almost

hit the ground as he stared at her athletic, sexy body with her young,

firm breasts and nicely trimmed pussy, and he was sure that every man in

the room was thinking what he was thinking. "What the hell..." he

murmured.

"Well, slut," Catwoman said, "why don't you introduce yourself?"

"G-good evening, s--sirs," the young woman began with a voice that

Joe was sure he had heard somewhere before. "M-my name is B-Batcunt and

I am a s-slut," she continued. "I used to be known as B-Batgirl but I

have ch-changed my name because this is wh-what I r-really am. I am

n-nothing but a c-cunt and if you join Catwoman you can u-use me any

time you w-want in an-any way you like..."

By the time the woman finished her speech, Joe could see that her

body was trembling. "Hey Catwoman!" he shouted, "this ain't no joke

right? Is she really Batgirl?"

"Y-yes, sir," instead of Catwoman, the naked woman answered. "I

ar--arrested you two and a half years ago. You tried to shoot me with

your shotgun but w--wounded your brother instead. He told you to run but

you stayed. That's h--how you two got ar--arrested."

"That's exactly right," Joe murmured as he and his brother stood up.

"If you're really Batgirl then we certainly have some unfinished

business," he said calmly as they walked over to where Batcunt was

standing.

Joe looked at the naked woman. His encounter with Batgirl was brief,

and he never had a chance to take a good look at her. Now he saw that

she might actually be very beautiful. Half of her face was covered, but

her lips were full and luscious. She was slim and fit, and her breasts

stood out firmly. Her hands were cuffed behind her back by two leather

cuffs, and Joe smiled in amazement when he saw the two dozen or so of

red welts on her back and ass, and the bat symbol tattooed just above

the crack of her ass.

"So you have captured Batgirl?"

"Yes, I have captured her, train her and now she'll do anything I

say. Actually I kinda hope that she wouldn't, 'cos things get even more

interesting whenever she refuses to obey me," said Catwoman laughing,

"and if you join me, she'll be yours too. No permanent damage of course,

but you can do anything else to her, and she'll do anything you say."

"Really?"

"Sure! Get on your knees, Batcunt!"

With these words, Batcunt immediately dropped down onto her knees.

Joe stared at the pair of breasts barely two feet away from him. He had

barely seen a woman for two years, not to mention a naked one. Slowly,

he reached out to grab one breast and began squeezing it gently. The

woman neither flinched nor protested, just knelt there offering him her

breasts to play with. After a while, she even began trembling lightly,

and her breath quickened.

"Like this, Batgirl-I'm sorry, I mean Batcunt?" Joe asked chuckling.

The woman didn't reply, just looked up at him meekly. Looking at her

eyes, Joe remembered the night of his arrest. "And how do you like

this?" He asked as he stopped fondling her breast, raised his arm and

brought it heavily down on her breasts.

"Ah!" Barbara winced and let out a gasp of pain as her breasts swung

with the force of the blow. "Ah, ah, ah," her gasps turned to moans as

he slapped her breasts again and again, but she was still kneeling with

her back held straight, presenting her breasts for his abuse. When he

finally stopped, Barbara's breasts were reddened all over, and she was

gasping and trembling. However, Joe looked down and could see that her

pussy was glistening with moisture. "You enjoy that didn't you? Holy

shit, Batgirl! You're pervert!"

"Y-yes sir I l-like that, th-thank you," Barbara answered, her eyes

closed with shame. "And I bet you like this too, Batcunt!" Joe said as

he pulled out his erect cock. When he pressed it against her lips,

Barbara obediently opened her mouth and took it in. "God Mikey!" Joe

exclaimed chuckling, "this broad is amazing!" "Really? Let me try some!"

Mike said eagerly as he pulled out his cock. Barbara was still sucking

on Joe's cock hungrily when he pulled out, and her mouth hung open,

waiting to be filled by Mike. "Yeah, you're right, she's amazing! Who

the hell would have known that Batgirl can suck so well!" he exclaimed,

and everyone in the room laughed. Shamed by the remarks of the two

brothers, Barbara nonetheless carried on her work eagerly. When Joe

grabbed her head, she obediently let go of Mike's cock and returned her

attention to Joe's. In this way she took turns sucking the two brothers

until they both came. Mike was the first to come, and as Joe watched

Barbara struggle to swallow all of his brother's come he kept jerking

himself off until he came too. He quickly pressed his cock against

Barbara's cheek, and the first spurts of his cum hit her right on.

Seeing this, Mike pulled back a little and Barbara obediently tried to

take both of their cocks in her mouth. She was unsuccessful, and their

cum ended up dripping down her chin. After their cocks had stopped

shooting cum, she was still avidly licking their heads. God this slut is

hot! Joe thought. "Alright, Catwoman," he said as he turned to face her,

"Mike and I are in."

To be continued....

VI.

"Urgh-urgh!" Barbara tossed her head and grunted. The man whose cock

she was impaled on was well above six feet tall and weighted more than

two hundred pounds. Sitting in a chair, he was holding her by her waist

and was throwing her up and down on his long, thick cock easily. After

making her suck both of them, the Pitcher brothers took turns fucking

her, and the lewd sight that Barbara presented when she was fucked--the

way she moaned and cried, the way her body squirmed and wriggled-had

made it impossible for every man in the room to resist Catwoman's offer,

and they all agreed to join. And as agreed, Barbara was theirs to fuck

and play with.

It was almost three hours since Catwoman left. Barbara had already

lost count of how many men had fucked her, but she was vaguely aware

that some of them hadn't had their turn yet, and some of those who had

were now ready for a second or even third go at her. But with her hands

cuffed behind her back, there was nothing she could do as she was thrown

around the room like a rag doll and handled roughly. Her breasts were

squeezed and slapped, her nipples pinched, her ass spanked, her pussy

and her asshole fingered. Having been jailed for so long, these guys

seemed to have limitless sexual energy, and Barbara just drove them

crazy with her young and athletic body. And for some of them, she was

also responsible for putting them into jail, and they just couldn't miss

the opportunity of paying her back. She was made to say the most

humiliating things, calling herself a slut and a whore, begging them to

"bang her fucking cunt", and sucking her juices off their cocks after

they had fucked her, which usually had the effect of getting the guy

hard again, ready for a second fuck. By now her body was all covered in

sweat, with cum all over her face. Her breasts had been covered with cum

too, but some of the men found it unpleasant to grab a pair of

cum-covered breasts and she was made to lick them clean. Cum was also

beginning to ooze out of her pussy and her asshole.

Barbara moaned louder and louder as she approached yet another

orgasm. Her moans were shortly joined by the man's as he shot his cum up

her pussy. She was thrown off him and was immediately grabbed by several

guys. "Let's fuck her together!" One of them said. "Yeah, let's see how

many guys she can take all at once!" another guys said chuckling. "I bet

you like that don't you, cunt?"

By now Barbara could hardly speak. All she could do was to whimper as

she was uncuffed and laid on a coffee table. A guy immediately entered

her pussy, and another guy took her asshole, which was now

well-lubricated by the cum from previous fuckings. A third guy sat on

her stomach, placed his cock between her breasts and pressed them

together, while a fourth guy inserted his cock into her gasping mouth.

Seeing that her hands are free, a guy took her left hand, placed his

cock and it and made her hold it. "Stroke it, slut!" The dazed Barbara

obeyed immediately and began jerking him off. Seeing this, another guy

took her right hand and made her do the same. Chuckling and shouting

abuses at her, the other four guys began fucking her together.

In the adjacent room, Catwoman, Joker and Penguin were watching all

this from behind a large two-way mirror. "Wow! Look at that!" Penguin

shouted, "Six guys at the same time!"

"Do you mind? People are trying to watch a show here!" Catwoman

scolded him teasingly. Penguin looked at Catwoman and saw that she was

rubbing herself between her legs through her catsuit. He had always

desired Catwoman and thought maybe this was his chance. With what he

thought was a seductive smile on his face, he reached out and grabbed

Catwoman's arm. Catwoman ignored him at first, but when he began

caressing her arm, she immediately brushed his hand off, frowning.

"Knock it off!" She said impatiently, then she resumed her purring

voice. "Not tonight, darling," she said teasingly, "I have a headache."

Rejected, Penguin sat back in disappointment. Catwoman got up from

the sofa lazily. "C'mon boys, come to bed with mummy," she said giggling

as she took the hands of the two henchmen standing behind her sofa and

they followed her obediently to the door. "And goodnight, gentlemen,"

she turned and said to Joker and Penguin, "enjoy the show." But the

angry and humiliated Penguin could only answer her with a grunt.

Barbara's entire body shook as the man fucking her from behind

slammed his cock forcefully into her pussy. She was on her hands and

knees, on top of the coffee table. Another man had just shot his cum

into her mouth, and after he had pulled out, her arms buckled and she

collapsed face down onto the table, moaning. The man fucking her grabbed

her hips and began pounding her even harder, and Barbara's whole body

was thrust back and forth by his fucking. Trails of cum were left on the

coffee table as her face and breasts rubbed on it. Finally, with a

grunt, the man thrust deep into her and shot his cum in her pussy.

Grabbing her by her hair, he then ordered her to lick all the cum off

the coffee table. Almost delirious after all the fucking, Barbara obeyed

automatically and struggled to get up. She was shaking all over and

could barely steady herself with her hands on the table. "Go on, slut!"

getting impatient, the man gave her a spank on her ass, which was all

reddened from the numerous spanking that she'd been given that night.

Barbara lowered her head and with great difficulty began to lick the cum

off the coffee table. Her task was made even more difficult because

while she was lapping cum off the table, more cum was dripping down from

her body onto it, and all the men laughed as she struggled with this

almost impossible task. She was just about to come when the last guy

pulled out, and now the humiliation of this was making her hornier and

hornier. Finally, after what seemed like ages, she managed to lick the

last inch of the table clean, and as the men cheered, she just rolled

off the coffee table onto the floor, exhausted.

It was almost dawn. By now everyone in the room had fucked her at

least three times, and they were now lying around the room, resting.

They looked at Batcunt, who was a total mess. Her hair was stuck to her

face by cum and sweat, and almost very inch of her body was plastered

with cum. But all that cum still couldn't hide the bruises on her body,

especially her breasts. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, and some of

her pussy hair had been plucked off by several guys who wanted a

souvenir to remember the night they fucked Batgirl senseless.

Barbara lay on the floor with her legs spread and her eyes closed,

panting. She felt like a complete slut. Since her capture, no matter

what she did, she told herself that she was made to do it, that she was

under the influence of the drug that Catwoman used on her, and that her

slutty behaviors were the results of conditioning. She still nurtured

the hope that one day she could escape and leave everything behind. She

would need some rest to heal herself, then she would put on her Batmask

again, and she would pay Catwoman back for what she had done to her. But

her encounter with her father had shaken her confidence. It made her

think that perhaps things had gone too far and now there was no turning

back. And what was there to turn back to? Her father had turned out to

be a hypocrite, and she was no longer sure that she wanted to protect

the likes of him. Her Batmask was now more a fetish that turned her on

that the symbol of the crimefighter that she was so proud to be.

And tonight, she was fucked by some of Gotham City's most notorious

criminals, many of whom were arrested by her. Yet she came and came just

the same, and looked forward to the next fuck with the same eagerness.

Even now, all she could think of was how desperately she wanted to come,

and despite her exhaustion, she slowly began moving one hand up her

thigh to her pussy while the other grabbed her cum-covered breasts.

"Look at the slut! She's still trying to bring herself off!" A man cried

out chuckling. His words echoed in Barbara's mind. As the men laughed

around her, and as they watched incredulously, she dreamily began

rubbing her pussy, trying to bring herself off one more time.

After Batcunt's big gangbang, Catwoman noticed a certain change in

her. It's not that she had become a willing fucktoy. She still felt

humiliated and was ashamed of what she was made to do, and sometimes she

even needed a little threatening. But once she had a cock in her, she

fucked with a kind of abandonment that Catwoman had never seen before.

She called herself "slut" or "cunt" readily, and when Catwoman sometimes

whipped her without any reason, she would still thank Catwoman for

giving her the punishment that she deserved because she was such a slut.

Before, Barbara was an unwilling slave betrayed by her body, now she

seemed to have become a real submissive. Sometimes Catwoman missed the

old Batgirl. It was such a turn-on to watch her struggle and to break

her. Well, nothing is perfect, Catwoman thought to herself, at least

she's keeping the guys happy.

"Guess who your first customer is, Batcunt!" Catwoman asked Barbara

enthusiastically while she was being prepared for her first night of

work at Madame Duvall's place.

"Wh-who?" Barbara asked meekly, not daring to imagine who it might

be.

"Does the name Dominic Beary ring a bell?" Catwoman asked teasingly.

"Y-yes, I know--I mean, no, your slut means, she used to know

him..." Barbara answered, her heart sinking. Dominic Beary was one Bruce

Wayne's business partners and also one of her many suitors. She didn't

like him at all, and he soon gave her up to go after a model. After all

those flowers and gifts that he had sent her, he could finally have her,

Barbara said to herself. By now nothing could really surprise her, she

thought. Perhaps she would eventually get to "know" all of Gotham city's

rich and famous at Madame Duvall's. And in the few weeks that followed,

her clients included the chancellor of the university Gotham, a judge

who was also a friend of the commissioner, and another friend of Bruce

Wayne. She was almost amazed that these men, as different as they were,

equally shared the fantasy of being a villain who had captured Batgirl,

but she was also struck by the perversion that they displayed under the

guise of roleplay.

Barbara wasn't really surprised when Catwoman told her one day that

her client that evening would be Frank Pattern. In fact, she felt a kind

of perverted pleasure at the idea that she would finally be used by the

man she used to dislike so much, and she spent the whole afternoon

fantasizing what he would do to her. She even imagined telling him who

she really was, so that he would laugh at her and punished her for every

demonstration that she helped stage against him in the past. Catwoman

laughed when she caught Barbara fingering herself in her cell, and

promised Barbara that she would be punished later for being such a

naughty girl. She also shared her little secret with Barbara: tonight

they're going to kidnap the mayor. "Don't worry, slut," Catwoman added

laughing, "we'll wait until he's finished with you."

Commissioner Gordon looked at the polaroid lying on his desk. The

note that came with it said it simply: his daughter Barbara had been

kidnapped, and if he wanted her back, he was to give her kidnappers

information about the mayor's security arrangements. In view of Gotham's

current chaos, Frank Pattern had asked for maximum protection. He now

had a whole team of bodyguards, and his itinerary was kept on a

need-to-know basis. Privately the commissioner scorned the mayor for

being a coward and blamed him for wasting his precious manpower, but

after what happened at Madame Duvall's he felt even less capable of

standing up against Pattern. As the memory of that night came to life

again the commissioner found himself wishing that his daughter's

kidnappers would succeed in whatever they wanted to do to the mayor.

Immediately, James Gordon cursed himself for having such an idea. I'm

doing this only for my daughter, he said to himself as he picked up his

phone and dialed the number on the note.

Contrary to what Catwoman thought, Joe wasn't really happy. It's

been four weeks since he joined Catwoman, but he still felt he and the

other former inmates were treated as outsiders. True, they did a few

jobs together with Catwoman's henchmen and got their piece of th action

as Catwoman had promised, but he had the feeling that Catwoman still

didn't trust them. They got to fuck Batcunt alright, but every time they

had to wait for her to put the mask on, whereas Catwoman's own henchmen

bragged about their knowledge of Batgirl's real identity. And those

henchmen, they acted like they were the bosses, but they were just a

bunch of good-looking guys for Catwoman to play with, unlike the former

inmates, who were real professionals. And Catwoman, she had promised to

let them know who Batgirl really was, but just kept refusing to tell

them. Fuck it, Joe thought. He didn't really care who Batcunt was.

Although Catwoman had ordered that no permanent damage was to be done to

Batcunt, he was sure that, if he really wanted to, he could easily come

up with ways to make Batcunt tell him her identity herself. He just

didn't like being snubbed. Hence, when he was secretly approached by

Penguin, he quickly agreed.

To be continued....

VII.

Frank Pattern looked at the naked young woman bound spread-eagled on

the bed. Her body was covered in a thin layer of perspiration, and her

breasts were heaving as she gasped for air. The metal clamps that he had

used on her had left faint red marks all over her breasts, which made

her look even sexier to him. She was looking back at him, and although

her face was largely covered by the mask he could see not only fear in

her eyes, but also lust.

"Did you like those metal clamps, Babs? They looked so nice on you,"

Pattern asked as he fumbled through the box of toys that Madame Duvall

had provided. "Y-yes sir I l-liked them..." the young woman answered

submissively. "Really? Should I put them on again?" "If--if you like,

sir..."

"Good girl!" Frank Pattern was impressed. Being a frequent visitor

to Madame Duvall's club as well as other similar establishments, he had

met his share of girls, but he had never met anyone who could turn him

on like that. Her shamefulness and her submissiveness in contrast with

the lewd ways in which she reacted to his abuses made her seem both

demure and wanton at the same time, and he just wanted to hear her moan

and watch her squirm.

"Ah, look what I've found!" Pattern exclaimed as he held up two

candles. Barbara watched in fear as Pattern lit them. Although this had

never been done to her, she knew very well how they'd be used. Still,

she had no idea how much it'd hurt. Instead of beginning the torture

immediately, Pattern, holding the candles in one hand, took a vibrator

and slowly shoved it up Barbara's wet pussy. "Ah! Aaaaaah!" Barbara

could not suppress her moans when Pattern switched the vibrator on, and

her entire body quivered with excitement. However, her moans of pleasure

soon turned into cries of pain when Pattern held the two candles above

her breasts and tilted them. "Ah!" She cried out as the first drop of

hot wax fell onto her erect nipple. "Ah! Ah!" She moaned and struggled

in her bounds as Pattern moved around so that soon both her breasts were

covered in dried wax. This proved to be too much for Pattern, and his

cock was bursting out of his pants.

"Hold them for me, please," Pattern said chuckling as he stood the

two candles on Barbara's breasts. He waited until the molten wax dried

and stuck the two candles to her nipples. Barbara held her breath

fearfully. There's now a thick layer on wax on her breasts, it didn't

really hurt that much, but she was scared that the candles would fall

and bring her further punishments if they didn't hurt her already.

After he had undressed, Pattern climbed on the bed. He pulled out

the vibrator in Barbara's pussy, drawing a grunt from her, and he drew

another grunt from her when he immediately shoved it up her ass. "Now

take this, you little slut!" He grunted as he entered Barbara with one

deep thrust. He then took the two candles off Barbara, and roughly

brushed the dried wax off her breasts. Barbara let out a cry of dismay

when she saw that her breasts were about to be tortured again.

Supporting himself with one arm, Pattern began pumping Barbara while

dropping hot wax onto her breasts. She was moaning louder and louder,

and as he continued to fuck her, it became obvious to Pattern that those

were moans of pleasure. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?" He

asked panting as he sensed his orgasm approaching. "Y--y-yes...ah! Ah!

Aaaaaaah!" Barbara answered as she ground her hip to meet his thrusts,

as much as her bounds would allow her to. "Slut!" Pattern shouted as he

squeezed Barbara's right breast cruelly, causing the dried wax to fall

off it again. "Y-yes! Yes! Ah!" Barbara answered him with her loud moans

as Pattern filled her up with hot jets of cum.

"Come here, slut, clean me up. We've still got time for another

round," pattern said as he uncuffed Barbara. Still gasping, Barbara

struggled to get up. Then she crunched down slightly and pulled the

vibrator out of her ass, as if she was still shy about it. As she had

done with her previous customers, she led Pattern to the bathroom and

turned on the shower. She then lathered herself up with soap and asked

Pattern to step into the shower with her. Pattern smiled comfortably as

Barbara began to rub soap onto his body by rubbing her breasts against

him. "You're doing a fine job, Babs," he said, "I think I'll be visiting

you very soon." "Th-thank you, sir," Barbara answered meekly,

suppressing the urge to throw up. She was making Frank Pattern happy!

And he was talking to her like she was some hooker, as if she would be

grateful to him for abusing her like that again! "Now tell me," Pattern

went on, "why do you have to wear that mask?"

Caught in surprise by the question, Barbara almost stopped what she

was doing. "Er, because it-it makes me feel s-sexy, sir," she answered

hesitantly.

"Really? But I would like to see how you look under it. I bet you

must be very pretty."

"N-no, please, sir!" Barbara pleaded, panicking. "The m-madame made

me wear it. If I take it off I'll be punished!" But Frank Pattern was

not deterred. "Don't worry, slut," he said chuckling, "I'm an old

customer. I'm sure the madame will make an exception for me."

"No s-sir, please!" Barbara pleaded as she backed out of the shower,

trying desperately to come up with a reason. "Act-actually it's my

mistress who made me wear this mask, and if I take it off she won't let

me come here again, please!"

"Really? I don't find that very convincing."

"But it's true, sir! Please!"

"Cut the crap and do as I say, slut! Or you'll regret it!" Pattern

was finally getting impatient. "No one dares disobey me! Do you know who

I am?" he said menacingly as he grabbed Barbara's arm.

"No!" Barbara struggled madly. She knew that even though she had

been in captivity for so long, she could easily knock Pattern down, and

she knew that eventually Catwoman was going to kidnap Pattern anyway,

but she wasn't sure what the consequences would be if she tried. She was

no longer the bold and daring crimefighter, but a meek slave who was

scared of displeasing her mistress. While she hesitated, Pattern grabbed

both of her wrists and buckled her leather handcuffs together behind her

back. Then he did the same with her ankles.

Pattern carried the whimpering Barbara back into the room and threw

her down onto the carpeted floor. "Listen, slut!" He said angrily as he

straddled her. "Nobody says no to me! Do you understand, huh!" He asked

as he squeezed her breasts cruelly. "Ah! Ah! Yes, yes, sir, I-I

understand!" Barbara pleaded.

"Now, shall we see how you look like under that mask?" Pattern asked

teasingly as he fumbled with the buckle. Getting no answered from

Barbara, he was surprised that this girl who was totally submissive just

a while ago would be so uncooperative over this, and it made him all the

more curious. "Fuck!" He cursed as he couldn't unlock the buckle, then

he took out a small but vicious-looking knife from the inner pocket of

his jacket. He laughed when he saw Barbara looking at the knife. "Not

what you expect a mayor to be carrying right? Well I can't rely on my

bodyguard all the time can I? And it can be handy sometimes..." he said

chuckling as he slipped the blade under the strap of Barbara's mask.

Barbara bit her lip, tears swelling in her eyes. She knew it was

useless to beg now. Pattern's going to know everything. She closed her

eyes in despair as the strap was cut and the mask was lifted off her

face.

"Oh my God! you're, you're Barbara Gordon!" Pattern cried out, and

then he began laughing like a mad man. "Barbara Gordon! Barbara Gordon

is a whore! Haha!" Grabbing Barbara's chin, he forced her to look at

him. "What? Miss Gordon, no more campaign against me today? Or is this

your new way of saving the environment?"

"No! Let me go!" Barbara cried out as she struggled.

"So this is what you really are!" Pattern said, pinning her down.

"You're a whore! A hypocrite! Just like your father!" He went on,

getting angrier and angrier as he spoke. "You think I don't know it! You

Gotham people are a bunch of stupid snobs! You wouldn't have anything if

it weren't for me! You all think I'm cheap but you all want my money!

Like your father--" he halted as he realized something. "Now wait, if

you are Babs, it means that you sucked your old man's dick that night!

Well done, slut! Your dad must be real proud of you! You wait until I

tell him!"

"Noooooo!" Barbara screamed.

Suddenly there were bangings on the door. "Mister Pattern, is

everything alright?" Madame Duvall asked. "Yes, yes! Go away!" Pattern

said coarsely. "Help me, please!" Barbara cried out.

"I'm terribly sorry mister Pattern but I must--" Madame said as she

opened the door with her key. She stopped in mid sentence as she saw

what was going on. "Mister Pattern! You can't do this! I have an

agreement with the owner of this slut! Hey! Let's get some help here!"

As the madame turned around and called out for help, Frank Pattern

jumped over to grab her. "Shut up, bitch! I'm the boss here and you

listen to me!" The pair rolled around, with Madame Duvall screaming from

time to time. There was a loud bump when her head hit the corner of the

fireplace, and then she went all quiet. When Frank Pattern rolled off

her, Barbara could see a patch on blood on her head. "Stupid bitch!"

Pattern cursed as he struggled to get up.

"Please, let me go!" Barbara pleaded, "We have to call an ambulance!

And you are not getting away with this!"

"Oh, really? I'm sure the Police Commissioner will be on my side

this time!" said Pattern laughing. "And you," he said as he picked

Barbara up, "you'll be mine! You'll be my personal fucktoy!"

Tears went down Barbara's cheeks as Patterned carried her out of the

room. Pattern had gagged her with a ballgag he found among Madame

Duvall's stuff, and quietly he carried her out of the club into his car.

He was on his own tonight. Usually, even when he visited places like

this, he would still have his most trusted bodyguard with him. But

tonight the Police Commissioner had sent the man away for some reason.

Maybe he didn't want others to know that his daughter was moonlighting,

Pattern chuckled as he thought.

Barbara was thrown into the trunk of Pattern's car. The car drove

off quickly at first, and then it slowed down. They must be far enough

away from Madame Duvall's club by now, she thought. Just when she was

wondering why Catwoman still wasn't coming. The car came to a drastic

halt. There were some noises and people shouting, and Barbara waited

quietly for Catwoman to get her out.

Catwoman wasn't really bothered by Pattern's knowledge of the

identity of "Babs". It was just a small contingency in a plan that had

gone very well so far. The man would most likely be killed in the end

anyway.

Gotham City had gone into further chaos after the disappearance of

the mayor, and to celebrate that, Catwoman had been partying almost

everyday since then. Right now, she was riding one of her henchmen while

two others were fucking Barbara next to her, one in her pussy and the

other in her ass. In a corner of the room was Frank Pattern, on his

knees and naked, with a leather collar on his neck.

"Do you like the view, mister mayor?" Catwoman asked, panting. The mayor

didn't answered. He hadn't eaten for several days, and had been beaten

up a couple of times. "Or would you like to join in?" Catwoman went on,

"but it seems that your tiny little--"

Catwoman was interrupted when the door of the room swung open. Joe

and several guys walked in. "Sorry guys, I'm kind of busy here,"

Catwoman purred, "can you come back later?"

"No, I'm afraid not, Catwoman," Joe said calmly.

"Oh, really, what's it all about?" Catwoman asked casually as she

got up from the guy she was riding. After zipping up her catsuit, she

placed her hands casually on her hips, so that the men couldn't see her

claw-blades. Her two henchmen also stopped fucking Barbara, who

whimpered in frustration as they pulled out of her.

"Hi guys, what's the deal?" Catwoman was relieved to hear Joker's

voice at the door. "Well, Joker, it seems that Mr Pitcher here has

something to discuss with us."

"Discuss? Sure! I like discussions, haha! C'mon, sit down, tough

guy," Joker said as he ushered Joe to a chair. Catwoman wasn't really

happy that her orgy was interrupted, but thought she'd better deal with

this matter now. Her other henchmen should be coming soon anyway. "And

you too, Catwoman, let's sit down and talk business, haha!" Joker said

cheerfully as he reached out and held her arm. As soon as he touched her

elbow Catwoman felt a powerful jolt of electricity go through her body.

You scumbag! She wanted to say, but before she could utter a word she

had already collapsed onto the floor.

"Urrrrgh!" Catwoman gritted her teeth and grunted as Penguin pressed

his cigarette onto her breast again. She was sitting in a chair, with

her hands tied to the back of the chair and her ankles tied to its legs.

The front of her catsuit was cut open, exposing her breasts and her

pussy. The cigarette had already left several marks on her breasts,

which were also bruised from Penguin's rough handling.

"Say you'll obey me, Catwoman!" Penguin threatened and he lit

another cigarette. "C'mon, Catwoman, save us some time!" Joker added. He

was sitting comfortably in a sofa, watching all this. "Your men are all

dead. There's no one here to help you."

"You!" Catwoman hissed. "I let you in! And you betray me!" "Well,"

Joker said smiling, "that's because you've made it too easy for us.

We're just beginning to get some results, but all you do is party! If

you like to party so much, why don't you concentrate on partying and let

us run the operation?"

"Never----urrrggh!" Catwoman tossed her head and grunted in agony as

Penguin burnt her again. "Take your hands off me, you fat piece of

shit!" Catwoman cursed. "Shut up, bitch!" Penguin roared angrily. He

kicked Catwoman heavily on her stomach, knocking her over toegther with

the chair. The chair broke when she hit the floor, and Catwoman lay

there choking. "You think I'm fat, huh? Then how do you like this, huh?"

Penguin said as he climbed on top of her, unzipped his pants and forced

his cock into her. "Oh, c'mon, Penguin! We've got work to do!" Joker

said, shaking his head.

"Well, what do you say now? You stupid fucking cat!" Penguin said as

he pulled out of Catwoman a few minutes later, his cock dripping cum.

"Now can we get back to business please?" Joker asked "O-Okay, you win!"

Catwoman said, and Penguin burst out laughing. With Catwoman facing

away, neither he nor Joker could see the look of determination and

hatred in her eyes. "Great!" Joker said cheerfully, "now let's get right

down to business, shall we? Why don't you start by showing us around

your control room?"

Catwoman waited patiently on her knees, next to the large bed that

used to be hers. She was totally naked except for her mask and a long

black leather glove which bound her arms tightly behind her back. Her

nipples were pierced, and the two gold nipple-rings she was now wearing

were joined together by a small gold chain. She also had a golden nose

ring of about half an inch in diameter. A chain was also attached to

this ring, with its other end dangling between her breasts. She was

gagged with a ballgag for some time now, and a long trail of droll ran

down from her chin to her stomach.

On the large bed was Barbara. Her naked body was covered with red

welts, with her arms cuffed behind her back, and with her legs spread

wide by chains linking the cuffs on her ankles to the two posts at the

end of the bed. Frank Pattern was kneeling between her legs, thrusting

in and out of her pussy roughly. "Hmm! Hmmm!" Barbara breathed heavily

through her ballgag. "What, you want more, slut?" Pattern said gasping,

"Well, here's more!" He said as he grabbed her breasts, and using them

as handgrips, he began fucking her with renewed frenzy. In a strange

twist of events, Pattern had not only managed to persuade Penguin to

spare him his life, but also to let him act as their front in Gotham

City. He would be released soon, and after he has resumed his job as

mayor, he would pass information to Joker and Penguin so that they would

be more successful with their robberies and have less trouble from the

police. In return, they would help Pattern deal with rival politicians

and occupants who wouldn't move out of any piece of land that Pattern

covets.

Pattern felt great. He always knew that he had a way with people.

Everyone is greedy, and he has the talent to guess exactly what someone

is greedy for. Soon he will be back in office, and with the help of

Joker and Penguin he won't have to worry about losing the next election.

True, with the two given a license to do whatever they want on Gotham

City, many people will suffer, but then who cares. Perhaps in the end he

can even blame everything on James Gordon and have that old man

replaced. Or maybe not--it's not easy to find someone as weak as the old

man. Besides, his daughter is such a good fuck, so maybe he deserves

some kind of reward too. Pattern burst out laughing as he thought of all

these.

"Hmmm! Hmmm!" Pattern turned around and saw that Catwoman was trying

desperately to speak. "What's the deal, pussycat?" He asked laughing.

"Hmmm! Hmm mmmm Hmmmm!" Catwoman repeated, wriggling her hips. "Oh, so

you want to come too?" "Hmm!" Catwoman answered, nodding her head

nervously. "Well, can't you see I'm bust right now?" "Hmm! Hmm!"

"Alright, alright!" Pattern reluctantly climbed off the bed and unlocked

Catwoman's glove with his key. During the first week Joker and Penguin

had fucked and tortured Catwoman in every way that they could thought of

until Catwoman was broken. After that, the two and other gang members

continued to use her in the roughest manner. Barbara had a hard time

too, being both Batgirl and the daughter of the police commissioner.

Although Catwoman had now become almost as submissive as Barbara, they

still kept the glove on her as a precaution.

"There you go, pussycat, go and have fun!" Pattern said as he

unlocked Catwoman's glove. Catwoman whimpered and rubbed her sore arms

after they were finally freed. Then immediately she spread her legs and

began fingering herself madly, grinding her hips wantonly. "Okay, you

keep yourself busy and wait for your turn!" Pattern said chuckling as he

climbed back on the bed again and took his place between Barbara's legs.

"Well, Batcunt! Where were we--" Pattern was just about to enter Barbara

again when Catwoman came up from behind and wrapped the leather glove

around his neck.

Barbara held her breath and watched as the two struggled on the bed.

Pattern grabbed at the glove, trying desperately to remove it, while

Catwoman, obviously weakened since her captivity, struggled to tighten

it. After a while, Pattern began waving his arms madly, and finally he

became still.

Catwoman was still silent after she had removed her gag. Using the

keys that she found on Pattern, she removed her cuffs, and then she

proceed to remove Barbara's cuffs and gag. "M-Mistress! Are you

alright?" After asking the question, Barbara suddenly realized that this

was actually the first time she was able to speak to Catwoman after she

was betrayed by Joker and Penguin, and she still called her "mistress"

automatically.

"Come over here, Batcunt!" without answering her, Catwoman waved

Barbara to in front of the closet, then she began removing the clothes

inside it. Among those clothes, Barbara could see her new, Batcunt

costume. Catwoman then walked over to another corner of the room where

there was a statue of a Greek goddess. She twisted the arm of the statue

until it broke, revealing a button. She pressed the button and

immediately a door opened inside the closet. Also, the top of the

dressing table moved back to reveal a panel.

"This will not override the main control room, but it'll do

something else," Catwoman said as she noticed Barbara looking at the

panel, then she punched a few keys. "Go, Batcunt, you've got ten

minutes."

Barbara was stunned as she realized what that meant. She just

couldn't move. She was so used to being a slave and she had almost given

up hope of ever leaving this place. "Wh-what about you?" She asked. "I

think I have an appointment with my old friends." Catwoman said calmly,

"Go!" Hesitantly, Barbara stepped inside the closet. Before she stepped

into the tunnel inside, she bent over to pick up the Batcunt costume.

She turned around to look at Catwoman. "Go, Batcunt!" Catwoman said,

giving her a push. Finally, Barbara turned around and began walking down

the long, dimly-lit tunnel.

After a while the tunnel came to an end. Barbara looked up and saw a

metal ladder. It went up for about sixty feet and Barbara could vaguely

see a round, metal hatch at the end. Quickly, she put on the Batcunt

costume and began climbing.

Just when she reached the hatch, she heard a man's voice calling

from below. "Babs! Wait for me!" Frank Pattern called out. The man was

still alive! Barbara stopped and looked down. "Quick! Mr Pattern! I

can't open the hatch on my own!" She shouted back as she fumbled with

the hatch. Pattern struggled to climb up as fast as he could. "Hurry up,

the whole place is going to blow up!" Barbara urged. She held tight to

the ladder, and when Pattern reached where she was, she kicked him in

his face with her foot, as hard as she could. Pattern's scream was still

echoing in the narrow after he hit the ground. Then Barbara turned

around, opened the hatched easily and climbed out.

It was dark outside, and Barbara found herself next to a hole in a

forest. It was the just outside Gotham City and she could vaguely see

the city's lights. As soon as she got out, Barbara began to run.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion. The whole ground shook, and

Barbara fell down. She was still struggling to get up when the second

explosion came. From where she was Barbara could see fire and smoke

coming out of the hole. Wiping the tears off her cheeks, she began

walking towards the distant lights.

"Batgirl! Where on earth have you been? We've been looking for you!

Didn't you see our Bat signal?" Commissioner Gordon asked, "and what's,

what's with this costume? Several of Gotham city jail's were raided by

Catwoman and someone wearing a similar costume, don't you know that?"

"What, you don't like my new costume?" Batgirl said coldly as she

stood in front of the commissioner's desk. She had a cape now, but

underneath it she was still wearing the costume that Catwoman gave her.

"Would you like it better if I had a Bat symbol tattooed on my butt?"

"What, what did you say?" The commissioner almost jumped up from his

chair.

"Well, I was only joking. I have been away, investigating another

case. I came back as soon as I heard about Catwoman. I found their

secret base, and as you already know, the whole place was blew up and

destroyed the other night."

"But, but what about the mayor? And, and my daughter? My men

couldn't find anything." The commissioner asked. He hadn't slept at all

after the report of the explosion. Now he looked much older than he

already was, Batgirl thought to herself. She softened and decided to

spare him part of the news.

"As far as I know, the mayor died in the explosion. But your daughter was killed long before that." Barbara said coldly. "Oh God, no! Please, Batgirl, are you sure?" The commissioner asked, his face turning pale. "Yes, I'm positive. Goodbye, commissioner," Batgirl said simply as she turned to leave. Behind her, the commissioner began to cry.

Madame Duvall was so surprised when Barbara Gordon presented herself at her office. "Well, Miss Gordon, what brought you here? Haven't you heard that we're leaving? After what happened to that prick Pattern, we've been forced to go. I hope you're happy that you've finally got what you want!"

"No madame, please take a look at this!" Barbara said as she presented Madame Duvall with a sealed envelope. Madame Duvall opened it. "Dear Madame," the printed letter said, "As you well know, I have to leave Gotham City for a while. During this period, I'd like you to take charge of my slut, Barbara Gordon, or Babs from now on. Please give her to your most perverted clients and make sure she gets used and abused in every possible way. Yours, Catwoman."

Madame Duvall was slightly puzzled by the letter. There was no signature, and Catwoman usually called herself "the Cat". But then Barbara Gordon wouldn't have forged this letter herself, unless she's totally out of her mind, the madame thought. Besides, if they move to another city they'd better have something or someone special to attract new clients. When the madame looked up, Barbara immediately unbuttoned her trench coat. Underneath she was naked except for her high heels, a pair of black silk stockings and a matching garter belt. She also had a nipple clamp on each of her nipples, and the two clamps were joined together by a silver chain. "Please, madame," Barbara pleaded meekly, "I beg you to take me and use me like the slut that I am." "Very well, very well." The madame murmured, smiling.

The End?