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This story focuses on chloroform, knock out and sleeping fetishes.

Batgirl - Dream House Part 1 of 2

     "So, Dr. Soma mysteriously disappeared." Batgirl said as she sat on the 
corner of Commisioner Gordon's desk with her bare legs crossed. Over the 
past few months, Batgirl had amassed several costumes, dumping the old, 
one piece suit for various two piece models. She found that criminals 
hestated when confronted by a leggy girl with cleavage dressed in a 
costume and she loved to use this to her advantage. Having Gotham 
drooling over her was also a perk she secretly loved. 
     Her costume was now a black two piece outfit with a skimpy pair of 
black, spandex shorts and a tight halter that exposed her arms. The Bat 
emblem was clear yellow and bright across the front of her shorts while the 
emblem on her chest was cut out showcasing her plump breasts and 
curvatious cleavage in an obvious Bat-window. She also wore her usual bat 
gloves and a pair of shin boots with four inch heels. She had also ditched 
that hot and uncomfortable cowl for a simple eye mask like Robin's. 
     Her hair had been a problem until she let it grow out to the small of her 
back. She would then tuck it up on her head making it look shorter and 
styled differently than her Barbara Gordon alter ego. The first time she 
walked into her father's office, Batgirl thought he would recognize her for 
sure but, for some odd reason, the mask and suit were enough that he 
didn't even notice her face.
     "Sure -en BE Batgirl." Added Chief O'Hara. "We think tis the work of 
that madman Sandman and his sleepy crew." He said shuddering. "Batman 
and Robin are out of town trackin' down Shane and his cow-poke so we 
can't get their help."
     "Yes Batgirl. This could be very, very dangerous. That evil genious 
could put all of Gotham to sleep if we don't stop him. Even Batman, Robin 
and you together had a hard time stopping him before." Commisioner 
Gordon said, taking a slight peek at the heroine's curvateous thigh.
     "Well, maybe you're right da. I mean Commisioner. I think I'll need 
some help on this one." Batgirl said crossing her arms and walking to the 
window.
     "My finest are at your disposal Batgirl. Begore, we could nail that 
sleeping satan before he knows what hit him." Chief O'Hara said with a 
gush of pride.
     "While you do have the best police force in the country Chief, I 
seriously doubt they are a match for such a vile criminal." Batgirl said with 
an arrogant smile. 
     "Sure -en -be Batgirl. You're right. Saints preserve us!" O'Hara cried.
     "Not to fret Chief." Batgirl said as she walked up and patted him lightly 
on the shoulder. "I have a friend who can help me. I think we can both put 
Sandman under for a long time." Batgirl added as she giggled and trotted 
out the door.
     "There goes a brave, plucky young woman. I just wish my daughter 
Barbara could be half as adventurous." Commisioner Gordan stated as he 
watched with a proud smile as Batgirl strutted out.
     "Aye. and a nice tush too." the chief said under his breath. Both old 
men looked at each other and smiled.
     *     *     *
     The atomic powered Batcycle got to Dr. Soma's house in no time. 
Batgirl easily scaled the ground's walls and slipped along through the 
estate as the summer sun started to set. 
     "Good target Sandman." She smiled. "Dr. Soma is the world's foremost  
anesthetiologist and authority on anesthetics. Just up your alley."
     Suddenly, a gloved hand clamped down over Batgirl's mouth and 
pulled her back. The heroine struggled, grabbing the arm and twisting it. 
With an elbow smash, she sent her attacker staggering backward. Spinning 
around, her long leg connected across the mystery person's head and they 
fell to the ground moaning.
     "Huntress! Oh, I'm so sorry!" Batgirl gasped as she saw the costumed 
heroine groaning on the ground. "I really didn't know it was you?"
     "That's OK" The huntress replied shaking her head. "At least you 
didn't knock my lights out." Batgirl helped the shapely avenger to her feet 
and brushed her down.
     "Did you check out the house yet?" The Huntress asked pointing to the 
mansion. 
     "No. The commisioner didn't send any police officers in either after the 
Sandman's call. He thought they would disturb any clues the Sandman 
may have left behind. That creep spent half an hour on the phone boasting 
about how he had kidnapped the doctor and how he was going to put 
Gotham to sleep. The cops roped the house off and left it for Batman and 
Robin." Batgirl explained.
     "Or Huntress and Batgirl." The sexy Italian said as she started toward 
the front door.
    "Shouldn't that be Batgirl and Huntress." Batgirl said with a slightly 
flirtive smile.
    The two sauntered up the main walk and approached the front door. 
They opened one of the massive double doors and slipped under the police 
yellow tape and found themselves in a nicely decorated entry hall.
     "My, this Dr. Soma sure knew how to live." The Huntress said as she 
inspected a nearby vase. 
     "He was/is the top in his field." Batgirl replied as she and the Huntress 
walked toward a large, circular table in the middle of the hall.
     "Wow, old Victorian." Batgirl gasped as she looked at a showcased 
figurine set on the table.
     "Valuable but I think the Sandman is after bigger game. Maybe we 
should..." 
     Suddenly, a trap door opened below the two heroines and they 
immediately plummetted downward into darkness. They fell about 15 feet 
through the opening and landed feet first on a large pile of tumble mats. 
     As she started to get up, Batgirl felt a strong arm wrap around her 
waist. Instantly, a heavily soaked rag of chloroform clapped down over her 
nose and mouth. The fumes plunged deep into her lungs and Batgirl 
wiggled and struggled vainly against the anesthetic. Across from her, the 
Huntress writhed around trying to get an anesthetic wad off her face as 
well.
     Both heroines surged and struggled voilently, clutching and kicking as 
they tried to throw off their respective attackers. Batgirl's eyes began to 
grow heavy, the fumes sapping her strength with each passing second. The 
room began to spin and sway and her head nodded back and forth. Her 
large, brown eyes grew too heavy to stay open and the plucky avenger soon 
slipped unconcious with a low moan to announce her defeat. The huntress 
too slowed and swayed. Her attacker bent her head back and damped the 
chloroform rich cotton over her mouth as though it were a sponge soaking 
away her conciousness. The curvateous brunette's head fell back and she 
collapsed, the anesthetic claiming yet another victim.
     "Ah, sleeping like babies." Smuggly said the Sandman as he walked up 
and stood over the two deeply sleeping heroines.
     "Yeah boss, that  super strength chloroform really put their lights out." 
Said snooze as he let Batgirl drop to the mat.
     "Good because our little lovely guests are going to get a lot more of that 
special surprise. A LOT MORE!" he laughed loudly.
     *     *     *
     Batgirl's eyes slowly started to open. For a long time, her mind was 
fuzzy and faded. Soon the cobwebs started to clear and she stared up at a 
concrete ceiling. As she started to get up, she realized her hands were tied 
securely behind her. Her feet and knees were bound together as well. She 
breathed in to summon her strength but seized in shock. Over her mouth 
and nose, a chloroform soaked pad of cotton was firmly strapped. The huge 
breathe was a mistake and the fumes washed deep into her lungs once 
more. Her head spun and her eyes grew heavy. She slipped down and 
collapsed in another forced sleep.
     *     *     *
     The Huntress pulled at her bonds but to no avail. She too was bound the 
same way as Batgirl but she had realized the cotton pad was over her 
mouth before she tried to breathe hard. "If I take rapid breathes and don't 
exert myself, I should be able to stay awake." The anesthetic was just 
strong enough to keep her dizzy. Only a hefty breathe would put her under.
     She looked about but could not see Batgirl. She was in what she figured 
was the mansion's library. "They took my equipment." She thought trying 
to shake off the slowly creeping fumes. "If I could just find." Her eyes 
perked up as she saw a pair of scissors on the edge of a small coffee table 
in front of a couch. Rolling slowly, she reached the scissors and, in a few 
moments, her ropes were cut.
     "Ahhhh!! AIR!" she said with a smile as she pulled off the pad and 
dropped it to the floor. She was still groggy but she didn't feel ill. She 
actually felt rather refreshed and her strength was coming quickly back. 
She staggered over to a massive oak desk that dominated the room and sat 
down in the recliner chair behind it. 
     "Just a few moments and I'll.. "
     Suddenly, plastic straps shot out from the chair's arms and its back. 
They wrapped around the Huntress like big rubber bands and clamped her 
in place.
     "HEY! What the.!!!" she hissed as she struggled to get out of the 
chair. As she wiggled about, a small door opened on the back of the head 
rest and a robotic arm carrying a hose extended. It came around front and 
loomed near the heroine's face like a cobra. The Huntress stared at the arm 
and the tube and turned away as a stream of white, whispy gas shot out and 
into her face.
     "NO!! NO!!! Can't let it put me to sleep!!" she cried as her head 
thrashed back and forth. Whipping her hair, she tried to use her brunette 
locks to wave the gass away. It was working but she had sucked down some 
of the fumes and her twisting slowed.
     As she fought, another door opened and another arm extended. It 
carried a hand sized, thick ball of cotton and it manuevered itself in front 
of the struggling heroine.
     "I can beat you SANDMAN! You're the one who's. mmbblmm. 
going to mmmmmbblmm.. NO!!"
     As she screamed, the arm started dabbing the chloroform soaked cotton 
ball over her mouth when her face came into range. With each dab, the 
heroine slowed and grew more groggy. Her head then rolled to one side 
and the arm placed the ball over her nose and mouth. She moaned and 
twisted but her eyes were growing heavy. 
     The arm then moved aside and the first arm with the gas hose moved 
right in front of her face. The hose shot a deep, rich cloud of anesthetic gas 
into the Huntress's face and her eyes grew dull and sleepy. The other arm 
then resumed damping the pad over her mouth. It held the pad in place as 
the first arm let loose another billowing cloud of gas. The Huntress's eyes 
finally closed and her head fell back in sleepy defeat.
     *     *     *
     Batgirl slowly inched her fit, curvaceous body along the cement floor as 
she made her way slowly toward the steel workbench at the far end. "If I 
don't take a deep breath, I'm fine." She thought arrogantly as she felt she 
had outwitted Sandman's little trap. She hoisted herself up against the 
table and started to saw the ropes against the tables steel leg. In minutes 
she was free and she dropped the anesthetic wad to the ground in disgust.
     "Nice try Sandy." She said smugly as she stood in her usual Batgirl 
stance. "A little chloroform can't slow Batgirl down!"
     "Oh no??? Well maybe these will." said a voice from out of nowhere. 
Batgirl spun about trying to find Sandman but could only see concrete 
walls, stone pillars and shadowy alcoves.
     PSSSSSSTHMP!
     "YEEEOUCH!!!"
     Batgirl's hips shot forward and her pert buttock rippled as a small dart 
popped her curvateous flesh like a pin popping a balloon. She pulled out 
the annoying stinger, which was no larger than a pen cap, and tossed it 
angrily to the floor.
     "WHAT! What was that supposed to be!!!" she said with a smug 
expression. Suddenly, her head began to swim about slightly and she shook 
to clear her vision. The drug barely had an effect and the heroine easily 
resisted it.
     PSSSSSTHMP!
     PSSSST!
     PSSSST!
     Her thigh shimmied as yet another dart pricked her skin. Two more 
wizzed by her chest as she twisted out of their way.
     "YEEEHAAA! Its like shoot a pig in a pen!" laughed the Sandman as 
dart after dart shot out at a springing, dodging Batgirl.
     "HEY! Watch who you're calling a. YEEOUCHH!"
     She grabbed another dart that had found its target in her left breast. The 
mamary sloshed and jiggled from the impact and Batgirl cupped her tit in 
shock and pain. 
     "Gotta get out of here.. OUCH!. getting dizzy. must find the 
door." 
     Suddenly, her hopes peeked as she saw a narrow passage off to one side. 
Like a gazelle being shot at by hunters, the heroine bounded forward and 
into the passage. As she jumped through, three more darts landed direct 
hits on her perky ass and she hit the floor in stingy pain and dizziness.
     "These darts. wearing me out.. Must keep going." she shook her 
head and pulled the darts free. Using the narrow walls as support, Batgirl 
staggered down the hall toward the light at the end.
     Suddenly, two steel doors slammed down, one in front and one behind 
her. The heroine immediately began pounding and pulling at them, trying 
to get free.
     Then, the walls to her sides slid up. The insides were covered in what 
looked like thick cotton, similar to insulation only white instead of pink. 
The cotton walls appeared to be very deep and ran from the floor to the 
ceiling. 
     Before she could act, the walls caming slamming together, sandwiching 
Batgirl between two huge pads of cotton. The plucky avenger struggled and 
thrashed around, punching and kicking the thick cotton but to no avail. As 
she cried out under the muffled sounds of the two huge pads, transparent 
tubes that ran into the two pads began to fill with a clear fluid. The cotton 
walls started to grow damp and the dampness spread inward toward the 
struggling heroine.
     Suddenly, with an explosion of furry, Batgirl began screaming and 
gyrating frantically. "DEAR GOD! ITS ALL CHLOROFORM!!!" she 
screamed under the soaking wet cotton. Her body convulsed and writhed as 
she fought the fumes but the dose was too humongous. Batgirl's eyes grew 
heavy and her body grew warm and numb. Her head spun and swayed then 
rocked back. She sank back into the cotton wall behind her and the fumes 
smothered the fire from her spirit. With one last clutching fist, Batgirl 
seized, then slumped down asleep.
     *     *     *
     "Dr. Soma! This stuff is amazing!" Sandman said in admiration as he 
stared at the last struggles of Batgirl. 
     "Yes my boy! Quite a nice little invention. Something I've worked on 
for years. I call it Somaform." Dr. Soma said staring at the screen like a 
child staring at his father's Playboy. "An anesthetic that smells just like 
chloroform that can be breathed, ingested or taken intravieneously."
     "Oh yes, and with no ill effects. No vomitting or death." Sandman 
smiled. "The time the victim is unconcious is directly proportional to the 
dosage and they can be exposed to it indefinitly."
     "Yes my boy. Not only that but the victim will recover refreshed and 
renewed with no side effects what so ever. I've been waiting to bag some 
ass with this stuff for months now and now's my chance to really test it." 
Dr. Soma added drooling at the screen.
     It was obvious by now that both Sandman and Dr. Soma shared the 
same sexual fetish of seeing beautiful women being put to sleep and both 
watched the monitors with lust and depravity as both Batgirl and Huntress 
slept soundly.
     "Too bad this stuff only works on women." Sandman said shaking his 
head. We could put all of Gotham to sleep and loot it to our hearts content.
     "True my boy but, wouldn't you rather like to see our lovelies get what 
they deserve? Besides, there are always targets of opportunity with this 
drug." Dr. Soma smiled. "What's more, this stuff works equally well on 
any woman." Dr. Soma added.
     "Any woman???"
     "Anything with breasts and a cunt." The doctor grinned.
     They both laughed.
     *     *     *
     How many times had it been? That accursed chair had anesthetized the 
Huntress over and over but she was learning how not to set the chair's 
sensors off. 
     "If I move slowly, I think I can work my arms free of the straps." she 
thought as the gas tube and the pad loomed over her. Pretending to be 
asleep, she twisted and pulled at the straps once more. Too much 
movement would cause the chair to re-somaform her and she had failed on 
too many attempts already.
     Finally, her hands slid out from under the straps. Suddenly, the 
machine sprang to life, sensing its prey was escaping. "OH NO! My hands 
are free but my shoulders are still strapped." She thought in horror as the 
arms came forward. 
     Betting that she was right, the Huntress raised her muscular legs and 
planted a massive kick against the desk with all her strength. Sure enough, 
the chair wasn't bolted down and she went back hard against the floor with 
the mechanical arms sprawled about, rotating in mechanical confusion. 
Before they could strike, she pulled up on the strap and slid free. With a 
dexterous sommersault, she lept the desk and headed for the door.
     "Who ever this guy is, he is an anesthetic freak! I've got to find Batgirl 
and get out of. HMMMBLLM!!!!"
     Huntress ran out the door and was immediately jumped by Snooze and 
Snoar. Both dreamy eyed goons tackled the heroine and Snooze cupped his 
hand over her mouth. Their costumes had tick pads in their palms and 
were soaked with the Doctors wonder anesthetic. 
      The Huntress's eyes exploded as she again smelled that old familiar 
smell. 
      "Gotcha now Babe!" smiled Snooze as he held his hand tight and 
reached around her chest. His other hand clamped onto her left breast and 
he began molesting it madly.
      Snoar ran his hands up and down her smooth, bare thighs then he slid 
one hand between her legs and began massaging her vagina. Huntress 
began screaming in horror as the goons began molesting her.
       Being grabbed wasn't new to the heroine but this time was different. 
Many creeps had copped a feel or grabbed a breast here and there and she 
even got the occasional rape threat when she was captured but she had 
always managed to escape and never had to deal with this kind of 
molestation. Now they were deeply groping her and the ether was sucking 
her will away.
     The Huntress's eyes began to fade and close and her tense, struggling 
body started to stagger. The two goons pulled at her like lions pulling 
down their prey and, soon, her slender, shapely legs began to buckle. Her 
eyes rolled up into her head and she sank down into their grubby, groping 
arms.
     "Hee hee. never had me a heroine before." Snooze said spinning the 
sleeping Huntress around and cupping both of her full breasts with his 
hands. 
     "Yeah! I wonder if she fucks as good as she wiggles." Snoar added, 
sliding his hands over her tight panties and cupping her plump buttocks.
     "I really don't think you gentlemen will get the chance to find out." 
Said a voice from behind them. They both turned and stopped cold. There, 
standing like a goddess was the buxom, brunette bombshell Wonder 
Woman.
     "OHHHH SHHHIT!!!" Snoar said bolting across the entry hall floor. 
Wonder Woman grabbed her magic lasso and easily ensnared the goon. 
     "You ain't getting me with that rope!" Snooze declared and he chucked 
a small pellet at the heroine. Wonder Woman instinctivily raised her 
bracelets to block the pellet but, instead of bouncing off, the capsule 
exploded with a small cloud of white gas that immediately enveloped 
Wonder Woman's head.
     "UUGHH!! What in Hera's name!!." she cursed as she coughed and 
staggered slightly. Dropping her magic lasso, Wonder Woman clutched 
her head in dizziness. Snoar, now out of the amazon's control, removed the 
lasso and ran with Snooze up the huge, curving staircase toward the second 
floor.
     Wonder Woman shook her head some more, then, with a bounding 
leap, she jumped clear to the second floor a few feet behind the running 
crooks. "HALT! Don't make me come after you." She said arrogantly as 
she started sauntering down the hall and around a corner. She stopped and 
looked at the array of doors on either side of the hall.
     "Crook, crook, now if I were a crook, where would I hide?" she sang in 
a teasing voice as she slowly walked along peering in each door. 
     Suddenly, she heard a thump from one of the rooms and she confidently 
walked up and pushed open the door. Snoar and Snooze, desperate to 
escape, backed away from a closed window and Snoar picked up a chair to 
defend himself.
     "Now now boys." Wonder Woman said crossing her arms across her 
massive breasts. "Settle down and no one will get hurt." She said 
arroganlty.
     "No one excpet you my dear." Said a voice from behind her. 
     Before Wonder Woman could turn, a hand with a rag clamped down 
over her nose and mouth while another wrapped around her waist.
     "Oh come now." mumbled Wonder Woman under the rag, not 
budging an inch from her stance. "Do you really think you're going to put 
me to sleep?"
     "Oh yes! You're done for now." Hissed Sandman as he pulled her close 
and whispered in her ear. She simply smiled under the somaform soaked 
rag and crossed her arms, letting him hang on to humor him. Her first deep 
breathe, however, changed her tune.
     "HEY! What the. hummmmmblmm!!!" Wonder Woman started to 
pull at Sandman's hand but found her strength already waining. At that 
moment, Snooze and Snoar lept onto the slightly gyrating heroine and 
grabbed her arms and her legs.
     Wonder Woman now started to panic as Dr. Soma's special somaform 
started to work its magic even on her. The four wrestled and struggled 
against each other with Wonder Woman growing ever more violent with 
each passing moment. Sandman and his goons hung onto the amazon and 
held her fast as the ether dampened her spirit, drawing her deeper and 
deeper under.
     "She's. she's falling." Sandman said with a grunt as Wonder 
Woman began screaming and thrusting frantically. "Just. hold her."
     For several moments, the four continued their twisting and struggling. 
Then Sandman peered across the room and smiled. "Ah! The special bed! 
Quickly get her legs!" he ordered nodding his head at the huge, old 
victorian bed across the room. The goons smiled and picked up Wonder 
Woman's long, shapely, bucking legs and they carried her over to the bed. 
Then, with a heave hoe, they tossed her gyrating body on the mattress and 
onto her back.
     Wonder Woman sank back and clutched her forehead in dizziness. She 
moaned and rolled around then started to get back up. Suddenly, from each 
corner post, flexible, mechanical arms lashed out and clamped onto her 
legs and arms. With Herculean strength, they pulled her limbs apart and 
layed her out in a spread eagle position.
     "HOW DARE YOU!!!" Wonder Woman screamed as she pulled and 
twisted against her bonds. "I can't break these.. These things!"
     "Of course not, my special anesthetic sapped your strength and those 
arms are made out of super, re-enforced titanium. Even at full strength I 
doubt you could snap them." Sandman said with a cackle as he stood over 
the now restrained Wonder Woman.
     "UGGH! I demand you set me free! You're a sick man and you need 
help. Let me help YOU!." As she screamed and pleaded, a door on the 
head board opened and a mechanical arm with a big cotton pad on its end, 
extended outward and over Wonder Woman's face.
     "NOO.MMMNBLLLMMMM!!!"
     Wonder Woman's head whipped back and forth but the pad held fast 
over her face. Her moans grew deeper and her body slowed as the drug 
sapped her strength. Then, with a low groan, she settled down to a nice 
forced nap.
     "Sleep tight Wonder BITCH! You're gonna love this bed!!!" teased the 
Sandman as he and his goons left the bedroom and locked the door.
     Wonder Woman slept very deeply as the arm hovered the pad about a 
foot away from her face. As she lay soundly, an array of mechanical arms 
and pincers came up from the sides of the bed and slowly started pulling at 
her costume.  Over time, it stripped her of her satin tights and boustier 
leaving her with only her boots, barrette and braclets.
     *     *     *
     The Huntress's head rolled and dipped causing her to come awake with 
a start. Her arms started thrashing as she thought she was still fighting her 
attackers. She soon realized that Snooze and Snoar were nowhere to be 
found. Then she gasped in shock.
     "WHAT! I'm NAKED!" she quickly wrapped her arms over her chest 
and cupped her groin. Her costume, except for her gloves, boots and mask, 
was gone. 
     She began looking about and became even more shocked at her small 
prison. She apparently seemed to be in a large, plastic bag. It was big 
enough for her to sit comfortably in and it swung from a hook making her 
look like a giant, naked, heroine tea bag. A few feet away, a slowly 
awakening and very naked Batgirl swung in a bag next to her.
     "BATGIRL! Can you hear me?!!" Huntress whispered hoping no one 
else could hear.
     Batgirl's eyes slowly opened and she too jumped to attention as she 
found also found herself in the raw. "What the HELL!! Who took our 
costumes??!"
     "Why I did of course." Said an arrogant voice. From out of the 
darkness, Sandman approached the two now feverishly angry heroines. 
"My, now don't we look .. Tasty." He grinned staring at the Huntress's 
endowment.
     "You sick FREAK! You let me out of this NOW or I swear I'll KILL 
you!" the Huntress screamed thrusting her body against the transparent bag 
and punching the material in futility.
     "That's right! You can't. you can't do this!" Batgirl added thinking 
that the Sandman somehow broke some kind of unwritten Geneva 
convention about the treatment of super heroines.
     "Yeah, sell it to Hallmark sister." Replied the Sandman as he walked up 
and cupped his hand on Batgirl's plump ass as it pressed against the 
bottom of the plastic.
     "OOOHH!!! You sick FUCK! Get me out of this. get me out!!" 
Batgirl started screaming and punching wildly at the bag like a trapped 
animal. The Huntress joined in and both heroines were pounding, clawing 
and kicking their sack prisons like wildcats, screaming and cursing 
Sandman and his perversions.
     "Tsk Tsk. So cranky. I think this oughta slow you both down." The 
Sandman said with a grin as he walked up to a nearby gas cylinder and 
cranked the knob. Dr. Soma's special Somaform hissed through tubes that 
ran from the cylinder to the sacks. Both girls instantly smelled the 
anesthetic and fought valiantly to cover the tube hole but to no avail. Their 
struggles turned to slow twists, then they sank and swayed. Then their 
curvateous bodies settled and the two collapsed unconcious.
     "Ah, nothing like a couple of bags of Heroine." Punned the Sandman as 
he walked up and clamped his hands on the Huntress's ass. "Its party 
time!!!" he said with a grin.

End Part 1