BATGIRL- SLAVEGIRL
By E.N.Cuire
The
Batgirl we know is copyright to DC Comics /Time Warner Entertainment. This
prose is not an attempt to userp that copyright but is meant as entertainment
in honor of a Great Character. The story is written with no monetary recompense
nor has it been written with sales in mind,
The
story is adult in nature so, if you are offended by adult material including
but not limited to sex between women, M/F sex and other sex, bondage and
torture, please read no further. If you are daring and enjoy what might happen,
read on...
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She
stood there in the cool, marble surrounded ballroom with a hundred eyes staring
at her. Her legs were astride in what many writers have named a 'Superheroine'
stance, her crotch high yellow boots on their six inch stiletto heels offering
a glimpse of muscular calves and thighs while her ebony catsuit showed off a
chest addamant in it's magnificence from which two engorged nipples
fought
valiantly against the rubber material, stretching the bat symbol between them
to perfection.
Her
earcowled head was bowed in what looked like subserviance and her yellow
shoulder length gloved arms were behind her back as if bound there with
invisible rope and a tear had worked it's way from under the blue cowl mask to
trickle down a well formed cheek. Only a sob broke the immediate silence.
"Here
you have Gotham's famous crime fighter and self proclaimed Superheroine,
Batfuck, Ladeeeze and gentlemen... She is now a prisoner to her own lusts and
will do whatever you tell her to in exchange for monetary recompense... She
wants to prove to you all what a slut she's become... The purrrfect little
batslavey..."
The
speaker was none other than the beautiful but dangerous Selena Kyle and she was
speaking to thirty of the World's most dangerous criminals, some of which
Batgirl had tangled with in the past and beat. And twenty assorted Molls,
Girlfriends and Mistresses of those criminals. Babs shuddered
as she felt their wrath in their glares at her.
Selena was not in her Catwoman outfit although she wore a mask. She was,
however, attired all in ebony shining leather from neck to shining toes. Much
like a Dominatrix except Babs knew few who would have the money for such an
outfit.
The
pants were the old fashioned flared jodphurs tucked into patent leather boots
with full six inch stiletto heels. Her top was a blouson style, with buttons down one side and belted around
Selena's narrow waist to blouse out over hips Babs had been between once too
often and her hands were covered in black patent leather gauntlets to her very
elbows. Her luxuriant red hair was secured behind her head in a flowing
ponytail that swung at her every movement.
"Yeah,
Miss Kyle... How do we know she's so compliant? How do we know you're in total
control of her?" This from a swarthy member of Russia's Maffia out of
Brighton Beach.
Selena
had been waiting for questions like this one. She'd been longing for someone to
speak up and insist on proof of her control over Batgirl. She swung and looked
at the Heroine.
"Pick
your head up and look at me when I'm talking to you..." She ordered in a
voice unlike the one she'd been using. Babs' head sprang up from her looking at
Selena's boots.
"You're
feeling quite put down, aren't you? A little horny, too, huh? Your disgusting
nipples are trying to rip their way through your bodice, arent they? Nice and
big and excited at the prospect of some abuse, huh? Wouldn't you just like to
tweak them a little?"
Batgirl
sobbed but made no reply. Her nipples, however, seemed to engorge even more,
twin ebony torpedos thrusting against the rubber.
"SPEAK UP GURLLL... WE CANT HEAR
YOU-U-U-U-U..."
"Yes, Selena..."
"I still cant he-e-ar
you-u-u..."
"Yes... I'm so
horney... I''d love to tweak my nipples a little..."
"I'd like to tweak my nipples
a little MISTRESS..."
Batgirl
was showing extreme frustration on her beautiful visage by now. "Mistress... I'd love to tweak my
nipples... Pu-leeeze!"
Selena
smiled at her audience. She knew she held them captive now and wanted to show
her power over one many of them feared.
"Tell
us, oh batslut, how you want to tweak your nipples... How you have the urge to
take those rude appendages between your gloved hands and pinch them till you're
weak in the knees form pain..."
"I want to, Mistress... I want to take them between my gloved fingers and abuse them... Please,
Mistress...
Please may I???" She begged with a sob.
"She
ain't going to do it... " Avowed one of the Itailan family who was
pinching his own date's nipples in excitement while she rammed her oppulent
buttocks against the front of his trousers, as excited by the spectacle as he
was.
"Batwhore... Because
I'm feeling very benevolent, bring your hands up and tweak your nipples for
us..."
After
a moment's hesitation, Batgirls gloved hands came from behind her back and,
hesitantly, made their way to her own nipples, the yellow gloves a bas relief
against the shining ebony of the rubber bodice. Fearing a conter command might
come at any moment, the fingers tweaked at the projections and made them
engorge even more.
"Tweak them as if you
mean it Batslut. Get some muscle into it..."
Batgirl
adjusted her fingers and started pinching and pulling at her own nipples while
she felt her own sap start oozing down her pants and boots, her excitement
perversely growing with the self abuse. She was panting harder now, her
nostrils flaring as she came closer to a degrading orgasm.
"Stop!! Right
now..."
Babs
sobbed at the command but stopped what she was doing. "Please,
Mistress!!!"
She went in a very small voice.
"Please WHAT,
bathole... What please?"
"Please may I continue
to play with my nips?"
"Do you think these
people dont have something better to do with their time than to stand around
and watch you bring yourself off?"
Again,
the Heroine looked flustered. She looked as if she might burst into tears at
any moment. And she stood there while one of her gloved hands seemed to find
it's own way between her thighs.
"Did I give you
permission to play with your CUNT, whorehole? I dont remember giving you that word..."
Again,
Batgirl was taken aback. "Please, oh
kind and benign Mistress. I need to paly with my pussy..."
Selena
turned to her audience. "You see what a simpering little whoreslut she
really is? Do you want to see her play with her pussy? Perhaps if she frees it
up and opens the bodice of her costume..." Selena went musingly. "Get to it, whoreslut-t-t-t..." She
commanded.
Batgirl's
hands moved swiftly, afraid Selena would change her mind. Her more than
abundant mons
pouched
out of the secret opening in her costume's lower region and quickly, her more
than ample breasts vomitted out of her top, bobbing so much that Ali Al Rashid
cocked his head to try to hear any sloshing sounds coming from them. Evidence
of Babs' own degrading wetness was now to be seen as it went down the ebony
leggings and into the tops of those long boots. Batgirl, however, stood there
waiting for the next command.
The
whole room was mesmerized and in awe at how Batgirl was allowing herself to
suffer such self degredation in front of them all. Four of the kinky clad Women
were down on their knees taking care of their patrons raging erections while
two more were working their own now exposed nipples in a manner they’d have
killed their boyfriends for doing to them.
“Go
on, whorehole… Let’s see how far you can get your own glove up your cunt…”
Babs
sobbed indicating that somewhere, she still had a modicum of self respect.
Somewhere.
She
bent her right hand down while taking the other and using it’s fingers to open
herself further.
She
then s-l-o-w-l-y started inserting her right hand up a channel already well
lubricated, two fingers, then three… She grunted as the fourth snuck in
expanding her further and bent her wrist so as to allow the fifth, the thumb, to join it’s mates. A look of abject
lust had come over her visage as she attempted to force the hand deeper before
starting a pumping action bound to bring her closer to the gates of a self
created heaven.
“I
didn’t say you could CUM…” Went Selena, stopping the Heroine in her self
appointed tracks.
Babs
sobbed as much for the lack of an orgasm as in self disgust. Whatever Selena
had given her had turned her into a wanton sex slave.
“Does
she suck pussy?” Asked Don Vito Vergogna, heir to the Naples contingent, “Nance
here just loves to get herself sucked by a chick…”
“Hey…”
Went Alexei Vordinov, the connection from Chechnia, the hive of the Russian
Maffia.
“Pussy
should have cum in it if it’s going to get a girl sucking…”
Vito
nodded and Selena clapped her gauntleted hands. One of her Toms appeared
silently and Selena bade him fetch six of his fellows. “Why don’t you lie down on that plastic couch and get those
booted gams up in the air, Nance… And use those gloves to keep the cum in you
between guys…”
Nance
proved she was well experienced in bringing guys off in an educated cunt that
fairly milked their gism from her. True to her orders, she used her gloved
hands to keep the cum well up her twat and looked expectantly at the Heroine
who was looking back with equal expectation.
She’d
milked the six Toms and beaconed Batgirl with her free gloved finger and, after
getting a nod from Selena, Batgirl went to her knees and started lapping pussy
as if she’d done it all her life.
Batgirl’s
tongue was like a little serpent that surrounded Nance’s labia before delving
between it’s folds and then coming up to work over the girl’s clitoris. Very
quickly, she showed her adeptness and had Nance beating on her back with boot
heels in ecstasy. Meanwhile, her own gloved hand was showing a flow of her own
juices as she continued work on her own twat.
“NO…
I CANT TAKE ANY MORE…” This from Nance who’d already cum five times for
Batgirl, let alone the times she’d cum for the Toms. She pushed herself up off
the couch and crouched over Batgirl’s cum dampened face and released her pent
up bladder while grasping the cowled head between her gloved hands.
“DID
I SAY YOU COULD USE HER LIKE A TOILET…” Went Selena to Nance’s shock.
“Ne-no-o-o…”
“Well
done… Just shows she’ll go to any depths we want her to…”
Batgirl
reddened. She’d indeed drunk most of the pee and was self disgusted to say the
least.
She
wondered how she was going to get over
this episode and wondered what was yet to come.
She
would not have long to wait to find out.
Selena
clapped her hands and, when one of her Toms appeared, asked that the Tabbies be
sent in, “In their nurse attire…”
The
‘Tabbies’ appeared a few minutes later, a couple of them still pulling on their
micromini white rubber nurse coats over long white stockings, white elbow
length rubber gloves and shod in over the knee six inch heeled white rubber
boots. Selena turned to them. “I want her cleaned up in the fountain and make
sure to wash all her whoreholes with soap, including the one in her face… I
want her squeaky clean, you hear?”
Far
be it for the Tabbies to argue with their Mistress. “You want us to strip her?”
One asked.
“Dear
no… I LOVE that kink City outfit she’s wearing these days… It’s part of the
slut we want to see degrade herself..."
Batgirl
was ordered into the fountain in the center of the huge hall and forced to
endure a laving of her whole rubberclad form. The bath wasn’t so bad if one
discounts how the Tabbies forced the hose up her asshole and turned the water
on full force… Or forced the same hose down her throat and forced her to drink
about a gallon or four from it, or the douche they insisted she needed of
imaginary discharges inside her pussy. She endured because she HAD to endure
and only managed to cum five times. Make that six as the hose was pulled
shockingly from her twat. She then found herself forced to her knees in the
fountain, the water lapping at her boot tops and lapping, in her turn, at the
Tabbie's pussies now being displayed to her tongue.
"There
you have it, my friends... Batgirl sucks pussy like the best whore
around..."
Batgirl
shuddered and reddened. Her mind was still alive and could feel the degredations being heaped on her but her well tuned and
shapely body could do nothing to refuse the abuse. In fact,
craved it... She continued her task of
bringing off her benefactors, one by one, with her tongue while a couple of
tears escaped down her cheeks from under the cowl mask. While doing so, she
experienced a couple more cummings of her own.
"That's enough,
Batslut..." went Selena suddenly. "Too
much pussy's not good for the likes or you..." She turned toward her
audience and asked, "Any of you
guys want to fill those whoreholes?"
No
one seemed to want to. These "Macho" types rearely wanted to go where
a gal had just been but a couple had been porking their own girlfriends' rear
doors while watching the lascivious tableau unfolding before them. Selena
turned back to the unmoving batgirl.
"You see, slutwhore...
You cant even get guys to fuck you, you're such a whore... Perhaps I can remedy
that... Would you like a stiff one deep in you?"
Batgirl
whimpered. "Yes, Mistress..."
"Yes WHAT, Batwhore? What do you want?
Speak up so we can hear you-u-u-u..."
"Pule-e-ez-z-e,
Mistress. I want a stiff cock inside
me... I need a stiff cock inside
me..." She
sobbed.
"Oh... Very well
then... Because you've been a good little Pussy licker, I suppose I should
reward you... Get out of the fountain and down on all fours..." With that, Selena turned
away and clapped her hands again and, when a Tom appeared, ordered him to bring
two of the mastiffs
in
from outside. Batgirl shuddred but her body would allow her no escape from
Selena's last order.
"Abdullah,
my friend... May I borrow that cute little girlfriend of yours to warm this
whore's hole for the dogs? I'm sure she wouldn't mind fistfucking her with
those nice red rubber gauntlets..."
Abdullah
nodded. He knew better thanto refuse one of Catwoman's demands and his cute
Blond was expendable anyhow. Her body was to die for but she'd become too
demanding of late and he was already considering putting her into service as
one of his string of white callgirls. Maybe a little action like this would get
her primed and juicing for a life servicing rich dykes.
Jane
was wearing white leather jeans tucked into red thigh high rubber boots along
with a black leather blouse, the sleeves of which were bloused into the red
rubber gauntlets Selena had spotted and wanted to use. She seemed unsure of
herself but Selena quickly remedied that problem.
"Down
on your hands and knees... Make an arrow of your hand and push it as deep in
her cunt as you can... Then, try and make a fist and fist fuck her... You have heard of fistfucking, haven't
you?"
Jane
nodded and wrinkled her pretty nose. She knew better than to dissobey, however,
and made the required arrow of her gloved hand and introduced it to a pussy
already salivating in expectation. Jane found her hand practically sucked into
a drooling. moist and warmly pulsating cesspool that seemed almost eager for
the abuse. She found it difficult to wrap her gauntletted hand into a fist
inthose swampy confines but, with so many eyes watching her every move, went
ahead and succeded. She then started pushing, deeper and deeper and wondering
what size cock Batgirl could accomodate. Her fist to her gauntlet cuff measured
almost nine inches and Batgirl was taking it all before grunting as the fist
came into painful contact with her cervix.
"Pump your hand back
and forth... Make her cum for you..."
Jane
needed no fuirther prodding and further prodded the abused Heroine while
getting turned on in the process. Her free hand went to her own puss, it's
covering already sticking to her wetly and
she
now took on a streak known as cruel as she pumped into Batgirls hole with
gusto. And, yes, she made Batgirl cum for her... Four times before Selena
called a halt since the mastiffs had arrived.
TO BE CONTINUED...