By
Barnabus
Written: 1/9/07 – 5/31/09
Revised: xx/xx/xx
(Batgirl, Two-Face, M/F. cons.)
SUBJECT: Batgirl is blackmailed into an ongoing consensual sexual relationship with Two-Face.
WARNING: This story is a sequel to Batgirl Buys her Freedom. The same caveats that applied to that story apply here: This story is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.
The story is a work of fiction and is not intended to portray any real persons, living or dead, nor is it at all intended to encourage the type of activity portrayed here. Batgirl and Two-Face are copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. The Characters are used without the copy write owner’s permission, either implied or expressed and it is strictly intended for the personal enjoyment of those who appreciate the superheroine in bondage/peril/sexual situations genre. The story depicts graphic sexual situations, including violence, and non-consensual or reluctant sex. Again, it is NOT intended, nor is it at all suitable, for minors. If you are under the age of 18.
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Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place. . . It is as if the story had never happened, because, after all, it never really did.
The story is set in modern times.
Birth control is used inconsistently in this story, and, of course in 'real life’ every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.
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Special thanks to Gaston Leroux and his novel Phantom of the Opera. I drew heavily upon his ideas for the final dialog between Batgirl and Two-Face.
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Chapter 10: The other room . . . with Two-Face!
Batgirl took Two-Face’s hand and led him into the bedroom. She hesitated by the bed, looking away from the arch-villain, and whispered, “I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you want.” She was expecting to be quickly and brutally raped again, but whatever he did, she would endure it since it was the price she had to pay for her failed escape attempt and to save the two men who had tried to help her.
Two-Face stepped beside her and rested a small suitcase on the bed. Opening it, he took out a hand towel and a white night gown. Without looking at Batgirl, he handed her the garment. “Put it on,” he said without inflection, and closing the suitcase he turned away, placing the suitcase on the floor.
When he looked back, Batgirl had slipped the gown over her head and stood, waiting. The spotless white garment was loose, hanging down to just above the knees, somewhat modest and looked almost virginal. She stood, waiting for his instructions, not knowing what to expect. It was impossible to read the expression on his face.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” she repeated. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
“I want you to be my bride,” Two-Face whispered. “I want this to be our wedding night.”
Batgirl was stunned. She had expected abuse, degradation, and humiliation. But it seemed that Two-Face was asking for an act of love. That was why he had dressed her in the white gown: white, the symbol of purity and virginity.
Who was he trying to kid? Batgirl wondered. But he was talking to her like a suitor, a supplicant for her affections. And that was more degrading and humiliating than anything else he could have done. She had promised to do whatever he wanted, to be whatever he wanted. But his bride? And presumably to be his virginal bride?
There was no question that play acting was involved, so Batgirl decided that her role was to be the timid, virgin on her wedding night, even though it was still early in the morning. It would be a difficult role to play because she remembered the many times Two-Face had brutally raped her. But, to be honest, every rape had taken place after she had rebuffed him, and sometimes her rebuffs had included rather cruel slanders against him.
She modestly let her eyes drop and she moved toward him, closing the gap between them. It would take every bit of play-acting skill that she possessed to portray a timid bride to one of the greatest arch-villains of Gotham City, but apparently that was her role.
She looked up into his eyes, studying his face. One side could be considered handsome, almost perfect, while the other side of his face displayed the ravages of the acid scars that horribly disfigured him. He stood stock still as she stood on her tip toes and gently kissed his cheek of the ‘normal’ side of his face.
“If I am to be your bride,” she whispered, her hands resting on his shoulders, “and if this is to be our wedding night, then it is time to get ready for bed.”
She slipped the jacket from his shoulders and let it fall. Taking her attention from his face, she concentrated on his shirt, carefully opening each button. When his shirt fell to the floor, she began to lift his undershirt. He resisted and, still the virgin bride, Batgirl looked up to him and whispered, “Please.” He yielded and raised his arms permitting his undershirt to be peeled off. The acid scars continued down one side of his chest.
Batgirl resisted the repulsion she felt seeing the scarred body and slowly raised a hand to touch the scarred chest. Two-Face flinched at her touch, but permitted her to explore his chest. After a few moments, Batgirl’s hands fell to his belt, then to opening his pants, which soon fell to the floor leaving him dressed only in tented boxers.
Although she had been raped by Two-Face on numerous occasions, Batgirl had never viewed his naked manhood. Hesitantly, she looked up at him. “Did the acid burn . . .?”
Two-Face’s voice was almost tender. “No. My . . . . manhood . . . was not affected. It’s still fully functional.”
Batgirl dropped her eyes. “I know!” It was impossible to keep the bitterness out of her voice, and Two-Face picked up on it. He gently took her in his arms and held her. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he whispered.
There was something comforting about his apology that touched Batgirl. Resolving to be his virgin bride, she snuggled her face against his shoulder and leaned into him. After a moment, she shuddered at the thought of what she was about to do. Stiffening her resolve, she whispered into his chest, “Come to bed.”
The pair separated and turned to the bed. Batgirl chose to ignore the rumpled, stained bedding as she slid beneath the sheets, Two-Face close behind her. She noticed that he had carefully moved so that his unburned side was most visible to her. He propped himself on his elbow, gazing at the vision of beauty lying submissively beside him. He caressed her cheek before he bent to gently kiss her eyelids, probably the only areas of her face that were exposed through her cowl. Again she shuddered. Her hands trembled as if she didn’t know what to do with them. Fists clenched, they came to rest on her shoulders. His lips found hers. She tried to kiss him back, but he could sense the difficulty she was having and he understood it and accepted it.
His hands began to roam, and after a noticeable hesitation, she tentatively reached out to stroke the ‘normal’ side of his face and chest.
His touch was amazingly gentle, nothing like the sadistic mauling she had encountered from him before. His gentle smooth hand on her breast beneath her night gown felt totally foreign to her. If it hadn’t been Two-Face’s hand, his touch might have been exciting. There was dampness between her legs, probably left over from the night before. There was no way she would admit to herself that being touched by that monster could be causing her body to prepare for sex.
But timidly, she admitted to herself that his soft caress might be affecting her.
Incongruously, as he cupped her fur-covered Mound of Venus, he paused to ask her if she wanted him to stop! The question so surprised Batgirl, she was speechless and couldn’t respond. He raised himself to look into her eyes and repeated the question, and mutely, Batgirl gave the answer that she knew was required: she shook her head. Lost in confusion that he would give her the choice of not continuing, she raised her hips as he lifted her nightgown.
Suddenly, she felt very virginal in this absolutely strange interaction taking place between the two arch-enemies, and she asked that he not take her nightgown off completely. It was as if, as a virgin bride, she wished to remain at least partially clothed.
Tentatively, she reached out to his boxers and, somewhat clumsily, began pulling them down. He helped and soon the boxers were thrown out to the side of the bed.
Astonishingly, Two-Face offered to use protection if she wished, and she gratefully accepted his offer. His movements caused the sheet to fall aside and she watched, amazed, as he rolled a condom over a normal looking penis, not too large but certainly adequate, somewhat veined, with a purple corona shaped like the end of a mushroom.
When his hands returned to caress her again, the dampness of the lubricant from the condom was noticeably present.
She raised her hips as he slid the towel beneath her. And, confused, she stared into his eyes. He moved over her and quickly, she looked away. She was afraid. Again she didn’t know what to do with her hands. She felt his penis separate her labia and she trembled. She was about to receive Two-Face’s penis into her womanhood. She wasn’t bound. She hadn’t been beaten senseless. In fact, she had even invited him into bed with her. She couldn’t look at him, her fists seemed to thrash around aimlessly and she felt her muscles tighten as he began to press forward.
Batgirl was letting Two-Face fuck her!
She gasped when he entered her, but felt no pain. There was lubrication on the condom and she still had some residual dampness from the night before. He paused and retreated an inch before gently pressing deeper into her. It wasn’t long before his pelvis met hers and their pubic hair meshed.
Batgirl didn’t know what to do as she felt her body spasm around him. Her heart quaked within her breast. Her body seemed to be welcoming him even if she didn’t.
He whispered something about how good she felt and began a slow, gentle thrusting into her. His actions were probably the gentlest, most considerate lovemaking she had ever encountered, and it confused her. Batgirl let her legs dangle uselessly as his penis plunged into her Listening to the sounds in that quiet room: the only sounds she heard was his breathing, gasps and an occasional moan. She tried to escape into mindless oblivion, but the demands of his body become so great that her body responded, dragging her back to reality. The arch-villain drove into her repeatedly making Batgirl match his rhythm.
It wasn’t long before he began breathing heavier and speeding up. Batgirl looked away, her fists trembling over her shoulders as she felt him growing larger within her. Quickly and uncharacteristically, he began sobbing her name as he pressed into her and orgasmed. Only the presence of the condom prevented him from filling every nook and cranny inside of her.
Without thought, she raised her hips to meet him and gasped as he climaxed inside her.
After he collapsed on top of her and his breathing began to return to normal, he brought a hand to her breast, gently holding it, a finger tracing circles around the nipple. He didn’t mention it, but Batgirl realized she hadn’t lived up to her part of their agreement: She had promised to give him her absolute cooperation, her unrestrained and enthusiastic participation: to fuck him and suck him. She hadn’t done that. But there was no denying, despite all of his crude words and threats, in the end, Two-Face had gently, lovingly _*made love*_ to her. And she had let him.
And Two-Face’s effort at romance was certainly winning out where rape had failed. Batgirl blushed at how willingly she had accepted his manhood into her, and how she continued to accept his slowly softening presence within her.
Chapter 11: Afterwards.
Batgirl lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, filled with self loathing over what she had done. Whereas it was true, she had given herself to Two-Face so that he would not maim the two men he had captured, that didn’t reduce the guilt she felt from actually having invited Two-Face into bed with her. And she had not resisted as he climbed on top of her, separating her thighs and mounting her.
Although horrified at the thought, Batgirl had actually permitted Two-Face to fuck her. And without resistance, she had acquiesced as he came inside of her.
This was Two-Face!
And she had fucked him!
And even now, unresisting, she felt his shrinking member still inside of her, as he reached between them to hold the base of the condom against his penis, withdrew and moved beside her. She trembled as guilt bathed her like water from a fire hose. The used condom was quickly disposed of and Two-Face’s damp hand returned to cup her breast, causing an involuntary shudder to pass through Batgirl.
Two-Face began whispering gently in her ear, and she refused to respond. His words were soothing, apologetic, conciliatory.
Batgirl realized what he was doing. When she had been in college, she had had a boyfriend who did the same thing. The boyfriend had always wanted her after they had argued about something, as if the joining of their bodies was all that was necessary to mend the estrangement between them. She had always resented it then, even as she resented now, the easy supposition that everything was healed and forgiven by the coupling of their bodies. And yet, when she was in college, she’d only resisted slightly when he’d raised her chin. It was not because she’d weakened and wanted sex, but because it would have been vindictive and spiteful to have refused him for the sake of a little argument. And in those days, she had always felt better after they had made love; she was no longer as upset.
Two-Face was raising her chin now, and she resented it again. But she let him, not because she wanted sex, but because she had made a promise. As repulsed as she was by the touch of the arch villain, she returned his kiss. And she rolled on her back. And she permitted him to slide the nightgown upward, removing it completely. And, staring up at the ceiling, she spread her legs and listened to the sweet nothings he whispered into her ear.
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After the second coupling of their bodies, Two-Face had taken her from Jerry’s rude cottage to his own opulent quarters where they had shared lunch. They spent the rest of the day together. Before they retired for the evening, Two-Face fucked her six times. He had tried for a seventh. Although he was able (with some effort) to achieve an erection, try as he might, he couldn’t coax another orgasm from his body. Eventually, he turned out the light and they slept, Batgirl enfolded in his arms, his hand on her breast.
Chapter 12: The alarm cock.
There was a tingling that awoke her, something she didn’t recognize at first. Before she could relax, she remembered where she was. And she experienced an unexpected eye-opener. She guessed that, as she slept, she had rolled over and with her back to him, her body had sought out the nearest heat source: Two-Face. He had drawn her into a spoon position. It was his hand on her breast that had her nipple standing straight out that was causing the tingle. And she was aware of her naked bottom nested against the spongy nest of his groin which was sprouting an obvious ‘morning erection’ as Two-Face awoke and pressed her to him.
She fondly remembered that ‘morning erection’ from her college days. She and her boyfriend had fondly called it the ‘alarm cock’, because it woke them both up. And even now, waking and finding herself in this position, the awful truth was that she was aroused! In spite of every feeling of repulsion she felt toward Two-Face, her lower body had a pulsing heat that sought love, a craving itch and the rest of her longed for comfort and release from the intense nervous tension that had been permeating her ever since she had first been captured by Two-Face. Her body was responding! Damn it, she was stimulated!
And although she didn’t like the intimacy of lying beside Two-Face, embraced by him, she felt him rousing as she moved. Batgirl held her breath and tried to slide away from the danger, but Two-Face recognized their condition. He rolled her erect nipple between his fingers eliciting a whimper from Batgirl.
She shivered beneath the sheet, the only covering (aside from her cowl) she had over her body that had somehow been drawn over them as they slept.
“So, you’re awake?” he whispered and kissed her shoulder, sending goose bumps down her spine.
Not willing to admit her vulnerability, Batgirl remained quiet, but nodded her head.
“Good!” He moved away from her slightly, to Batgirl’s relief, until she realized that he was rolling another condom into place. Her face was burning. She knew what would happen once the condom was in place. And when Two-Face had completed the task, he rolled back to her, but slid lower in the bed. His arm surrounded her again as he resumed the spoon position, but his hand slid downward, forcing its way between her legs to cup her mound. Softly he kissed that especially sensitive spot on her neck. She moaned as he caressed her. The ‘alarm cock’ sought its home and found it. She cried out as he entered her, but his hand stroked a wide pattern on her torso, searching for and stimulating everything that made her a woman. He was gentle but he was finding all the right places to touch.
The process was slow and gentle, almost loving, and the additional stimulation of his caressing hand took its toll on her. Maybe it was because she was still half asleep, but her body decided, without her consent, to respond to her situation. Maybe it was because during the past few days, she had participated in more consensual sex than she had had since college . . . and some of it had even been pleasant!
And after a long time, and a great deal of stimulation, Batgirl moaned and spasmed as the cock crowed and she involuntarily shared orgasms with Two-Face.
Grudgingly, it was the most wonderful fulfilling orgasm Batgirl had had since she had been in college. Involuntary moans and sobs escaped her lips
Unmoving, the naked heroine lay on her side, physically sated as she recovered from her climax. His hand had returned to her breast. There was a growing fear in her. She was afraid of the intimacy that was growing between them. It was more than just the physical acts themselves, although the repeated acts of sex can lead to a closer physical acceptance of the partner and the resulting intimacy. But she was even more afraid of the temptation toward emotional and mental intimacy between her, Batgirl, and Two-Face, the Arch villain.
Rape, unpleasant as it had been, was never an act of intimacy. It was an act of violence, domination or degradation. But now that she was required to ‘participate and cooperate’, even though she hadn’t really cooperated . . . but her simple lack of resistance was threatening her in a new and unexpected way. Despite her loathing and contempt of Two-Face, he was increasingly becoming more proficient at manipulating her body, and her body was increasingly responding to his touch and caress. She was afraid she was growing closer to him. Each time their bodies merged, the temptation to talk and become closer increased. There was a real danger of her enjoying their couplings, growing closer to him; in short, there was a real danger of intimacy. And that prospect was terrifying!
The role she had accepted . . . the ‘new husband’ / ‘virgin bride’ relationship, called for commitment. And that was a commitment that she dared not enter, because it would destroy her and everything she stood for.
He had been holding her, his fingers gently caressing her breast, rolling her nipple, his breath stroking her ear. And once more, her nipple was growing hard and she began moving her thighs in that unconscious, subtle self arousing movement. His kiss behind her ear was more restrained than the brush of the wing of a butterfly.
It was as if she were back in college again. Two-Face had been gentle and tender. His strokes of all of the old, familiar slopes and crests of her breasts seemed so new. He was rapidly becoming fully familiar with every nuance of her luscious body, a body that had not been treated with such consideration for so long a long time and couldn’t help but react to every touch that he was using so well. Although she was no longer asleep, she allowed her mind to drift into that blank semi-conscious fog of daydream. Batgirl rolled onto her back. Every caress felt new to her and she grew more and more and more wild, nuzzling and nipping at him.
Their bodies joined, and both of them began thrashing. Batgirl lost all memory of who she was, who they were before this moment because at that moment, they became the same!
The climax came. She was defenseless. It was too much for Batgirl and she welcomed with satisfaction and ease of her own overwhelming climax combining with his explosion of dense streams of cum erupting into her like a volcano.
After the explosive climax, increasing guilt flooded Batgirl as she felt his member slowly shrinking in side of her, his weight pinning her to the bed, his heavy breathing in her ear. They were sweating now and the sweat felt good on the skin! She was losing the battle. Guilt or not, it would just be a matter of time until, defacto, she would become the bride of Two-Face. Or if not his bride, his bride-toy. Or his bitch.
Two-Face gazed at the voluptuous exhausted woman, devastated, jerking spasmodically and moaning every time a delayed wave of pleasure went through her scorched, naked body. Her arms and legs wide opened, her vagina, abdominals and groin shining with radiance, her face frozen in a grin of pleasure, her eyes blurred behind her cowl . . . Two-face suspected that Batgirl’s body was suffering a terrible, maybe utter, defeat.
He moved to the edge of the bed and reported he was going to get breakfast for them. He pulled on his pants and tee-shirt quickly, but before he left the room, he retrieved the suitcase and put it on the foot of the bed. “There are some clothes for you here. You can try them on for size, if you wish.” And he left.
Curious, the recovering Batgirl opened the suitcase and examined the contents. She was taken aback by what she found, but not really surprised. There was a set of sweat clothes and a bathrobe. But beyond the practical apparel, she found a baby doll nighty, a bikini, and other sexy outfits. There was one item that puzzled her: it was a light blue gauze material in one piece, v-neck to below the navel, a waist sash and a flaring skirt that reached close to ankle length, but the hem of the skirt was drawn up in two places and sewn to the elastic waistband of the costume. She couldn’t envision how it looked, so she slipped it on and stood before the mirror. She was shocked by what she saw!
It looked like a transparent gauze nightgown, but the front hem was pulled up, exposing her inner thighs and revealing a glimpse of her bare pubis. Likewise, as she turned and looked in back, the hem was pulled up, exposing a solid glimpse of her backside. It was at this miserable moment that Two-Face returned.
“Ah, you found it! I’m so glad you tried it on for me!” he chortled.
“You can’t expect me to wear this!” she protested.
“Of course I can! You look marvelous in it!”
“But it . . .” Batgirl was at a loss for words.
Setting the tray with food on the table, Two-Face stepped to Batgirl. “It covers you as well as a night gown should,” he explained running his hand down her side and bringing it to the front where her bare pubis was readily available for his touch. Batgirl cringed and pulled away. “At the same time,” Two-Face continued, leading her to the table and bending her over it. As soon as Batgirl realized what he was doing, she resisted, but he pressed more insistently. Reluctantly, she yielded.
“At the same time, it leaves you available to furnish pleasure . . .” there was the sound of a zipper being opened and the rustle of clothing. Batgirl didn’t bother to look to see what was happening. “. . . any way that I wish!” The familiar cold feeling of a condom covered penis separating her labia made Batgirl gasp. He was right! With this . . . garment . . . he didn’t even have to pull up the skirt to reach her womanhood.
Chapter 13: the honeymoon.
The next days were like a honeymoon. They remained in the bedroom most of the time making love often. After a couple of days, Two-Face took her outside to an open-air garden that was pleasantly tended but surrounded by high walls. Escape would be difficult, and since he never left her side, impossible for all practical purposes. They enjoyed a picnic lunch under a large leafy tree, ending the meal with their own carnal dessert.
There was a tremendous difference between consensual sex and rape. Batgirl felt it, even if it was with Two-Face. Rape always involved tension, nervousness, anxiety, all of which burned up a tremendous amount of energy, draining and exhausting her. By engaging in consensual sex with Two-Face, the tension melted away and strangely Batgirl felt fulfillment and well being. As a result, Batgirl made love with Two-Face several times each night without undue effort or stress, and although she felt fatigue, she also enjoyed resilience, renewal, and receptiveness to repeatedly consummate their liaison. In a word, she enjoyed fucking him!
Batgirl frowned to herself as she realized the pleasure she received from sex with Two-Face. In reality, sex was forced upon her, but she found a certain contentment, an acceptance, a fascinating satisfaction that came from being filled with his manhood. It was surprising that everything he did could feel so very, very good.
“I’m truly sorry I had to force myself upon you,” he whispered in the night. “I’m so sorry that ours couldn’t have been a consensual relationship from the very beginning.” But, of course, he had tried to woo her in the beginning and she had refused him. Such is the relationship between heroine and villain.
At night, they would snuggle in bed. Sometimes snuggling would lead to more love making. Sometimes, they would fall asleep snuggling. And while she was snuggling one evening, Batgirl realized that their behavior was very much like being husband and wife. The idea gave her a sinking feeling.
Soon, but not soon enough for Batgirl, he excused himself after breakfast and left her so he could attend business. He returned to join her for meals and quick sex. Two-Face enjoyed variety when he came home so Batgirl learned to be wearing a different costume each time he returned. Sometimes she wore her Batgirl costume, other times only a bathrobe, or baby doll nightgown. And sometimes, she dressed only in her utility belt. Occasionally, she would be wearing nothing but her cowl.
She always wore her cowl. She had not unmasked before him and he had not demanded that she unmask.
No longer a ‘virgin bride’, Batgirl found herself looking forward to, even anticipating his return and the resultant ‘newlywed’ sex.
Some days he would return to her pleased and exuberant. And they would make love to celebrate his mood.
Their evening routine varied: sometimes he would take her directly to bed when he returned home. Sometimes after supper they might simply sit in the same room and read. And sometimes they would play a card game or a board game. It was not unusual for their evening game to be interrupted by a sexual tryst, followed by a return to their game. And, of course, when the lights were turned out, Two-Face always demanded his ‘husbandly’ prerogatives.
Her willful participation allowed an outlet for Batgirl’s long repressed sex drive to surface, a drive that had been inhibited ever since she had donned the cowl. And she found that her libido was becoming much greater than she had expected: certainly greater than in college.
Maybe it was because Two-Face was a far superior lover to her college sweetheart. But as rapidly as she recognized her expanding libido, the heavier the guilt lay on her heart as she remembered who it was that was feeding her libido.
Although Two-Face gave her good orgasms, she carefully controlled her heart. It would never do for her to fall in love with Two-Face.
Occasionally, she let her guard down. She lost herself in the beauty of love-making, and the majesty of that sweet activity threatened to redefine her soul. She exalted in the pure physicality of that ceaseless ever-moving activity. There should be a great sense of security that grows out of having a lover, along with a sense of well-being and belonging to that person and knowing that that person belongs to and was committed to you.
That was the way it had been in college. But she knew that Two-Face could break her neck on a whim, or sell her into slavery as soon as he tired of her. Nevertheless, it became harder for her to remind herself that it was Two-Face she was screwing. Two-Face: every superheroes arch-enemy.
Occasionally, in the evening, he came back depressed, and Batgirl quickly learned it was her responsibility to cheer him up. And she couldn’t accomplish that by simply lying down and spreading her legs. She actually had to ‘woo’ him if he was in an especially foul mood. She would nibble his nose, his chin, his brow. The more upset he was, the more she would have to tease him, his neck, his nipples, his knees. It was the reverse of what happened after arguments in college. And it was true: by connecting their bodies, she could mend whatever had gone wrong in his day. It was a basic and easy supposition: All’s well that ends well. And he was never as upset after they had made love. It always made him feel better.
Chapter 14: Batgirl pays for her reluctance.
Batgirl tried never to upset Two-Face. She attempted never to deny his enjoyment and continued to play her part as the new, but no longer virgin bride. But the guilt built up in her whenever she stopped to think that she was willingly fucking her archenemy, probably the worst villain of Gotham City.
Eventually this began showing in her performance in his bed. Two-Face noticed the change, but initially said nothing.
One afternoon he returned from ‘work’.
“Hi, Honey! I’m home!” Two-Face seemed to enjoy this charade-like gesture of domestic bliss. Batgirl stepped into the room and embraced him. Again, it was not because she wanted to embrace him, but it was part of part of the required ritual.
Today, she was wearing sweats and a bathrobe. Two-Face noted the coolness of her reception.
After dinner, he sipped his wine and commented, “I’m not in the mood for playing a game tonight. Let’s go to bed early.” He stood and headed toward the bedroom door.
Batgirl was growing increasingly uncomfortable with her continued sexual cooperation and tried to put him off. “I’m not ready for bed yet. You go ahead. I’ll stay here and read for a while.”
Two-Face’s expression became hard. “I don’t think so!” he responded callously. “You promised to fuck me and suck me and do whatever I ask. I think it’s time for a blowjob!”
Batgirl resented his callousness. And yet, at the same time, it was seductive.
Their ‘marital’ relationship thus far hadn’t included oral sex, even though she knew that was included in her promise to him. Mentally, she cursed him for his disregard of her feelings. Anger flashed in her eyes.
She tried to recall their lovemaking from that morning. She had unexpectedly found joy, the welling up of emotion that they had both shared and enjoyed. Afterwards, the guilt and fear from this experience had led her to determine to back off of their relationship if she could.
But, now, throughout her body, bundles of muscles tightened and cramped. She felt stifled, restrained, and she asked herself, “How could she ever give herself to this maniac?”
Angrily, she moved to face Two-Face and unzipped his pants. Then she unfastened the belt and pushed his clothing to the floor. Taking him by the biceps, she pushed him back into a chair and knelt before him, pushing his knees aside and moving in on his already semi-erect penis.
Just as she got close enough to smell cock, he demanded, almost in passing, “Take off your clothes.”
Startled at first by his demand, Batgirl rocked back on her haunches. Then, with her lips set, she peeled off the robe and let it fall. Without preamble or comment, she pulled the sweatshirt over her head. Then she stood to push the sweatpants down and off. She wasn’t wearing any underwear . . . Two-Face hadn’t provided that. As soon as she was naked before him, she again dropped to her knees and took his now erect member into her mouth.
Batgirl didn’t like giving blowjobs. The only time she had taken pleasure in sucking a man’s cock was back in college when her college lover had begged her. And then, she had enjoyed it simply because she could tell it meant so much to him and he got such pleasure from it.
After that, she had sucked him in the college apartment as often as he had asked, and she had become quite proficient at it.
She was using the skills she had learned so long ago on Two-Face, knowing that she could use her mouth to really clean his clock! Frankly, she half expected him to stop her and to throw her on her back to finish, but he continued guiding her head, eventually forcing her to deep throat him until he came in her gullet.
Two-Face had forced Batgirl to give head in the past when he had raped her, but never had he experienced her magic lips, her teasing tongue and her talented tonsils like he did that night.
There was no way he could remain angry after that climax. After he recovered, he joined her in the ‘living area’ and they watched an animated video. At it’s conclusion, they sat in silence until Batgirl felt she couldn’t postpone the inevitable any longer. They went to bed and made love again.
It was good for both of them, but Two-Face could not forget her reluctance. She was giving herself, but she was falling short of absolute cooperation, of unrestrained and enthusiastic participation in his bed.
Chapter 15: Batgirl pays more for her reluctance.
“By the way,” he whispered as she curled up in his arms in preparation for sleep, “Tomorrow I plan to bring someone else here. I want to watch you fuck him.”
The statement hit Batgirl like a gut punch. She had promised to fuck Two-Face, but not to be his whore fucking anyone he brought in. But when she tried to object, he reminded her that their agreement: that she would fuck and suck him and anyone else he chose, giving him her absolute cooperation, her unrestrained and enthusiastic participation for as long as he wanted. And absolute cooperation included ‘entertaining’ anyone else that Two-Face chose.
Batgirl quick realized that resistance to this, as any of Two-Face’s demands would upset Two-Face, and she had to avoid this at any costs. Reluctantly she agreed, and the two of them curled up for sleep. Once again, his hand found her breast and guilt resurfaced in Batgirl with a vengeance at the thought that she would become Two-Face’s whore, to be sold or given to anyone he chose. Batgirl slept very little that night, fretting resentfully over Two-Face’s demands of her.
The entire next day, Batgirl paced her room, filled with fear and trembling, wondering who would be Two-Face’s ‘guest’ that evening. Finally, she prepared for the evening by selecting a simple, black night dress held up by spaghetti straps and covering her from just above her breasts to midway between her hips and her knees.
After an eternity of waiting, she heard a rattle at the door and Two-Face entered, escorting Jerry into her room. Jerry and Batgirl stared at each other. Confounded, Batgirl hadn’t suspected that he might be the one. Poor Jerry was scared to death.
“Okay,” Two-Face interjected, startling both of them. Sitting in a chair to the side of the room and said to Batgirl, “It’s up to you. Fuck him!”
Batgirl embraced Jerry, calming his fears. She had shared Jerry’s bed before using her body as payment for his attempt to help her escape. And she had promised him, if her escape had been successful, she would continue to have sex with him for a period of time. Jerry was simple, but Batgirl had grown somewhat fond of him.
Fucking Jerry wouldn’t really be whoring herself out. Especially when she considered the myriad of other choices that Two-Face might have presented. And she was obligated to submit her body to whomever Two-Face wished. Once again, she reflected sardonically that being a whore was a role she was growing accustomed to.
Wordlessly, Batgirl took Jerry’s trembling cheeks between her hands and kissed him gently. Once more, Jerry was totally unsure of what was expected of him and mutely stood as she allowed one strap to fall from her shoulder. Slowly, as sensuously as possible, she removed his shirt, then his pants and the rest of his clothes, before peeling her own night dress down and off of her. Gently, she took his hand and led him to bed.
Poor Jerry was so terrified of Two-Face’s presence that it took all of Batgirl’s considerable skills, including her oral talents, to bring him to arousal and gently pull him on top of her, carefully guiding his manhood to her and drawing him into her. Her sweet caresses and endearments helped him to maintain his erection until he was finally able begin thrusting and ultimately climaxing inside of the subjugated heroine.
Whatever beauty, whatever satisfaction may have been present, Two-Face abruptly destroyed the mood by applauding, then insisting on examining Batgirl to be sure that Jerry hadn’t faked it . . . and that Jerry, indeed, had deposited his cum inside the humiliated heroine.
Chapter 16: Two-Face’s Frustration.
The next night Batgirl awaited Two-Face’s return. She was wearing a simple bathrobe and her cowl.
When he came in, he was battered and bruised. He had done a caper and run into Batman. Two-Face had been soundly defeated and, although he had escaped, he still carried the bruises from the encounter. He was in a foul mood as when he stormed into the bedroom at first not noticing her.
Batgirl took a step toward him, her hand reaching out to caress his bruised face when he caught sight of her in the mirror. Turning and facing her, he viciously grabbed her wrist and paused for a moment, still seething over his encounter with the Bat. His eyes snapped into focus on his prisoner as if suddenly remembering that she was here to serve him any way he wished. Releasing her wrist, he demanded, “Take off your clothes!”
Astonished by the crude, harsh demand, Batgirl paused, staring at her antagonist. Still concerned, she reached out to touch his bruised face while with her other hand, she pulled loose the sash on her bathrobe.
“Don’t touch me!” Two-Face screamed as he brushed her hand away from her face and slapped her hard, sending her reeling across the room into the wall. Bracing herself against the wall, the bathrobe hanging loosely from her shoulders, her breast exposed through the loose garment, she looked back shocked.
In an instant, he closed the distance between them. “I told you to take off your clothes!” he declared hysterically, ripping the robe from her shoulders. He grabbed the astonished Batgirl by the scruff of her neck and dragged across the room and harshly threw her onto the bed. At the same time, Two-Face opened his fly and jumped on top of the shocked Batgirl. With absolutely no preamble, he forced his way into her, brutally raping her. He muttered a rambling monolog as he thrust cruelly into the helpless girl. “It . . . was a perfect . . . plan . . . . Uhhhh . . . . but Batman . . . . foiled it . . . uhhh . . . damn it! . . . Uhhh . . . uh . . . . . damn him! . . . .”
The harsh invasion of her unprepared female area caused excruciating pain in Batgirl, and she screamed at the pain. She knew better than to plead. This was almost as bad as the harsh rapes she had endured during her early captivity. Little by little his thrusts became longer and deeper inside of her, his violence decreased as his words trailed off and he clutched her to him, beginning to grunt with each thrust.
“Hold me!” he gasped, and Batgirl obeyed, wrapping both her arms and legs around him, pressing herself closer to him, drawing him deeper into her. Her apparent acceptance of his lovemaking seemed to sooth the wild beast in him, although he continued plowing her furrow while his breathing increased until finally he spewed forth his seed.
Batgirl continued holding him close to her until the paroxysms of his climax passed, then continued clutching his gasping form to him as he recovered.
Roughly, he pulled free and quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes before impetuously returning to the bed, his hands stroking her breasts, stomach, thighs, indeed, all of the contours of her body. He began to smother her with fierce kisses, sucking on her breasts, stroking her mound and fingering her sore vagina. When he kissed her eyes through the openings in her cowl, he sobered as he tasted the wet tears.
“You’re crying?” he asked incredulously.
His recognition of her tears touched Batgirl. Never before had he ever seemed to notice or even care about how she felt. Involuntarily, a sob escaped her chest.
“I’m sore,” she whispered tentatively, awaiting his reaction.
There was no anger in his eyes, only perplexity. “Sore?” he asked, as if he was uncertain of the meaning of the word.
“You hurt me,” she continued, stifling another sob.
“You shouldn’t have resisted me,” he answered, confused and bewildered, as if he were completely unaware that he had done anything he should not have done.
“I didn’t resist you. I have never resisted you since we entered this room. I was flinching because you were hurting me.” She turned her face to the side and struggled to keep the heaving sobs in her chest under control.
Two-Face gazed at the beautiful face beside him. Her face was concealed from him by the cowl that she still wore, but he observed her clean, sharp jaw line, those large full lips, and he imagined her high cheek bones beneath the cowl. He surveyed the rest of her flawless body was marred only by the bruises he had given her, the matted pubic hair and traces of semen that streaked her pubis and thighs. His attention returned to her face. It was lovely, but her eyes were filled with pain, and her face pinched with humiliation.
The fury he had brought into the room was gone. Once again, he gently pulled her into the cocoon of his arms and held her lovingly. And he whispered words that Batgirl never expected to hear from him. “I’m sorry.”
And Batgirl couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. Burying her face in his chest, she wept. And to her astonishment, Two-Face was sympathetic, even apologetic. In his arms, she cried herself to sleep, gently hiccupping.
Chapter 17: Batgirl ‘taken for a ride’
When she woke the next morning, Two-Face was already dressed and breakfast was set on the table. When she sat up in bed, he brought her a glass of juice and the bathrobe to cover her nakedness.
“I will be leaving for now,” he stated simply. “At lunch time, we will be taking a trip together. You are to wear your Batgirl costume and you may take anything you wish from this room. You won’t be coming back here.”
Businesslike, he continued. “Before you leave, you are to clean this room thoroughly. Carefully wipe everything down. I want no indication left that you have ever been here: no fingerprints, no hair, no sheets containing evidences of your presence. The room will be left spotless.”
Mutely, Batgirl nodded. The end had come. He was taking her ‘for a ride’ from which she would not return. Either he would kill her, or he had already sold her into slavery and was delivering her to her new owner.
After he had left and she had completed her morning ablutions, she found he had left underwear for her. It was the first time he had provided this. She cringed since he wouldn’t give her underwear if he planned to kill her. Resolutely, she dressed in her Batgirl costume and carefully carried out his directions. He arrived at noon and looked around the apartment.
When he was satisfied that everything was satisfactory, he led her by the arm to the first of two limousines waiting outside.
They rode in silence. The windows of the limousine were tinted, so she could not see where they were going. Finally, Two-Face broke the heavy silence.
“I would like to explain what it meant to me when you agreed to join me in my bed,” he began.
“Ever since I fell in the acid vat, I have never allowed myself to feel tenderness or softness for anyone. But deep inside, all I really wanted was to be loved for myself. When you gave yourself to me, I found myself becoming gentle as a lamb . . .” Batgirl found the description incongruous with Two-Face, and yet, as she remembered over the past few weeks, she realized it was true.
“As my lover, you could do anything with me that you pleased . . . .” Again, incongruity. And she had never dared to do anything that might anger him. Now she wondered if the limits she had placed on herself were greater that the limits he had required of her.
“You’ll never realize how beautiful you became when you let me kiss your forehead and your cheek. It was the first time I’ve kissed a woman since my face was scarred by the acid. And yet, when I kissed you, you didn’t draw back . . . do you know how long it’s been since a woman hasn’t been totally repulsed by my appearance? . . .” His voice was faltering. Were there tears in his eyes? He hesitated and looked away and Batgirl observed a slight tremble in his shoulders.
Unsure of how to handle this situation, Batgirl faltered. “You . . . you asked me to . . . be your bride. I told you that I would do whatever you wanted. . . .”
Two-Face made a sound, was it a sob? Then he obviously struggled to gain control of himself. Gently, Batgirl brushed away the tears from the good side of his face, then the scarred side.
Regaining his composure, Two-Face continued, “I was a man with the same feelings as any other man: the needs to be loved, accepted. By becoming my . . . ‘bride’ . . . by making love with me, you gave me the acceptance I so craved. You made me feel human again.”
Swallowing hard, Two-Face concluded, “I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer me, my appearance being what it is.”
Again, he struggled to regain his composure. Batgirl was aware that the limousine was coming to a stop and idling. There were traffic noises around them.
“You are about one block from police headquarters. You are free to go. You can go free because you cried with me and mingled your tears with mine. I can no longer hold you prisoner.”
Tentatively, Batgirl reached out to the handle of the limousine door. The handle turned. It was unlocked. But she couldn’t leave yet. There was still unfinished business.
“. . . Jerry . . .?” she asked, tentatively.
“Both he and the laundry man were in the limousine following us. They are waiting you on the curb.”
Batgirl pushed the door open and saw the two men standing, frightened, on the curb. Turning back to Two-Face, she kissed him, first on the forehead, then on the lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Two-Face accepted her kiss and there was a moment’s pause. Then, drawing himself up to his full height, Two-Face responded, harshly, “Don’t thank me. You are a heroine and I am a villain. Neither of us can change what we are. The next time we meet, we will be enemies. Now, go.” Batgirl hesitated, and he reiterated, “GO!!”
Speechless, Batgirl stepped from the car and stood on the curb, Jerry and the laundry man at her side. Dumbfounded, she watched the two limousines pull away from the curb and merge into traffic.
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