HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER VACATION

Part 2

by Flexman

THIS STORY IS A PARODY. Batgirl and Huntress are owned by DC Comics. This is a not for profit story. No one under eighteen should read this story.

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      I woke up about three and a half hours later. Bats was still out. I check on her, then went upstairs, put on the coffee maker and went to the john. Did my business, splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth. I pour two mugs of coffee and walked back to the basement. By then she was awake, her expression changed when she saw me. She didn't say anything, just stared at me as I walked down the stairs. I tried to imagine what was going through her mind. I mean waking up in a strange place, handcuff to a column, her costume gone, wearing strange clothes, and most importantly, not having her mask and wig on. Bats must have been trying to remember what happen last night, seeing me probably bought it all back in to focus. She didn't say a word just continued staring at me as I put her mug on the table in front of her, pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. I took a long swallow from my mug, taking my time. I looked at her and smiled.

      "Want some coffee?"

      "Can't," she said. She pulled on her cuffs. "My hands are busy."

      I fished the key from my pocket and showed it to here. "I'll take them off, but before I do, you should listen to the things I did last night. Don't want you to do anything stupid before I explain it all." I unlocked the cuffs. She rubbed her wrists. "You understand Barbie or do you prefer Babs? Yeah, Babs, that's what all your friends call you, isn't it."

      Her eyes widen, the look of shock on her face was priceless. She tried to talk, at first nothing came out, finally after a minute. "How did you...?”

      "Find out your real name?" I smiles as I sat back down in front of her and took another swallow. "Babs, there's nothing I don't know about you, nothing. I know your social security number, credit card numbers, bank and brokerage accounts, everything." I held up her apartment keys. "You made one mistake. It was a big one. You ever notice that most house keys have numbers on them? Probably not, most people don't. They're called the locksmith's code and it tells where the key fits in. Now the locksmith is not going to give out that information, least not without a court order, but I didn't ask him, I asked his computer, who was very cooperative. It gave me your address and apartment number. Then I used a reverse directory. I put in the address and it gave me the name of the person who lives there, you. Then, just to make sure, hacked in to the DMV and had a look at you driver's license. The picture matched, positive ID: Barbara Gordon. Next stop: the news groups. Daughter of the police commissioner, which I guess explains some things and librarian at the Gotham Library." I started laughing; it was funny. "All those super bad guys, Joker, Catwoman, Two Face, what are they going to say when they find out they got busted by a librarian. They'll all die of embarrassment. I mean how pathetic is that?"

      Still no reaction, other then amazement on her face. She was letting me do all the talking. She wanted to figure me out and she was use to dealing with bad guys who liked to show off and justify themselves. I was really enjoying this a little too much.

      "Anyway, I decided a personal touch was now needed. I went to your apartment."

      "You got in to my apartment?"

      "Sure, let myself in with your key. Went through it very carefully. Found your secret closet. Those two extra Batbitch suits, gone. I took those along with all your computer files. Then I went over the rest of the place. Got all your financial records, account numbers, passwords, everything. Looked over your phone book, read your diary, interesting shit, really fascinating and I also saw your dildos. Good looking bitch like you has to use a dildo, tragic. Course I read your diary, so I guess it makes a little sense."

      She was beginning to look dejected. Good.

      "I found your jewelry, most of it was cheap crap, but there was three pieces, a ring, necklace and bracelet that look valuable, so I took them.

      "Those were my mother's," she said.

      "Yeah, were, not anymore. I'm a thief remember? I know some fences that'll pay well for them. After I left your apartment, I used the tracker I found in your belt to trace that batcycle, led me to where you parked it near the store. Took me a few minutes to disarm the anti-thief device. We sell stuff like that in the store, so I understand how they work. Loaded the bike on my truck, I know a chop shop that will love Batgirl's cycle. Then came back here, got back on the computer and went to work on your bank and brokerage accounts. Sorry to tell you this, but you are broke. I cleaned you out, took everything and I didn't even have to hack in to do it, I used your passwords. Cool hue?"

      She looked numb; I don't think she believed what was happening to her. Now for the big finish. I pulled out a folder, inside were the pictures I took of her last night. I had printed out copies. I slowly put down the pictures in order, in front of her, one by one, letting her take in each one.

      "Want to hear something strange, really fucked up? The Joker has a website. Yeah, I saw it last night. People send him fan mail, questions and he answers then. Sell T-shirts, coffee mugs, shit like that. It's been around for a year and it's one of the most popular website around, couldn't believe how many hits it gets a day. I mean, he's a real bad guy and people out there really admire him, go figure. Anyway, his web site is so popular, that six months ago, Catwoman and Penguin opened up there own sites. Both of those also took off too; sick world out there. Anyway, I was wondering what would happen if I downloaded these images, along with a complete bio of you, including a list of all your friends and acquaintances I got from your phone book and diary, on those three websites? I prepared a file last night with all the images and the data. Then I made several copies. I didn't put those files on this computer," I pointed to my computer. "I did it on another computer somewhere else. There's a way to program a computer to send a particular Email at a certain time, on a certain day. So, just in case you're thinking of killing me, you should know, the Emails will automatically go out at a later time. I don't have to do anything to send them out; I have to do something to stop them from going out. I put in a code before a certain time each day, which stops the Emails from sending and resets the clock for twenty-four hours later. So everyday I have to do this or the emails post and your life becomes part of the public domain."

      Bats face went pale. I think she understood the meaning of what I was telling her.

      "I know what you're thinking, why don't I just beat the shit out of this asshole and get him to get rid of these Emails. I thought of that. I'm not a tough guy, I probably couldn't hold out, you'd probably get me to tell you everything, except one thing. You don't know how many copies I made. I could give up a set, two, three, but you'll never know if I gave them all up. Not until they post on the websites and everybody gets a good look at your life. Oh, and it may not only be those three websites, I could have copies going to other websites too. You'll just never know until it's done."

      She stared at me for moment, that almost a whisper. "Why are you doing this?"

      "First off, you got a good look at my face. I was worried you'd come after me. I'm also pissed off at you. You came within a cunt hair of destroying my life last night. What do you want me to do, say thank you?"

      She quickly went from a whisper to a near scream. "You broke the law! I saw you breaking and entering and doing grand thief, right in front of me."

      "So fucking what?" I shouted back. "What's it to you? It wasn't your stuff. You're not even a cop, you're a fucking librarian, it’s none of your business. You almost fucked up my life, now I'm doing it to you, how do you like it?"

      She stopped and took a deep breath. "It's pointless to argue with you. So what's the deal? I leave you alone and you don't expose me?"

      Interesting choice of words, I thought. "That was the original plan, but things changed. You can't do anything to me now. We're not inside the store anymore. I hide the laptop where nobody will find it. You have no proof I did anything. It's your word against mine. So I don't need anything from you."

      Her eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?"

      "It means you have nothing to trade. No point in keeping this going."

      She looked at me with a shocked look on her face, the she screamed again. "You mean you're going to release those files!" That was a statement, not a question.

      "I guess."

      "Are you insane? Do you know what these people will do?"

      "No, what?"

      "They'll want revenge. They will torture and kill all the people I know. They'll go after my father, my friends, co-workers. You don't know who you're dealing with, these people are psychotic, evil."

      I shrugged. "Hey, you know them better then I do. I'll take your word for it."

      She looked like she was ready to cry. "You'll be an accessory to what they'll do, just as guilty as them."

      "Prove it." Bats gave me a nasty look. "You have something to trade for my electronic silence? I know you don't have any money, I took it all. Do you have something else that would interest me?"

      She didn't understand at first, but then I could almost see the light bulb go on in her head. She took my meaning and started shaking her head. "No, no way. I'm not sleeping with you. Never happen."

      "Hey, up to you. Nobody is forcing you to do anything."

      "You sick, perverted, bastard. You're as twisted as anybody I've ever faced. You're willing to destroy so many people just to get back at me."

      "Babs, if you're trying to get on my good side here, you're not making it." I throw her the apartment keys; she caught it. "Here's your keys, the door's up the stairs to your left. Have a nice time walking home, your business here is done."

      She didn't move. Looked lost, like you'd expect a deer caught in the headlights to look. "You don't care what will happen to all those people?"

      "If it doesn't bother you, doesn't bother me," I answered.

      She looked down at the floor, closed her eyes and nodded. "OK," she said.

      "Ok what?"

      "Ok, I'll sleep with you."

      Sleep with me? She was going to do a hell of a lot more then that. "Two rules: One, I'm not interested in doing it with a zombie. If you're just going to lay there like a sack of potatoes and let me do all the work, that you might as well leave now, cause I will kick your ass out. I want your enthusiastic participation. Two, you never say no to me. This is not a negotiation, you don't tell me 'I'll do this but I won't do that.' It's all or nothing. You will cheerfully do anything and everything I order you to. From now on the great Batgirl will be my fucktoy and slave. You understand?"

      She nodded. "Say it! Tell me what you're going to do."

      Bats was beaten. You could tell by the tone of her voice. "I'll...I'll be enthusiastic and I'll do everything you tell me."

      "Cool, let's get started. Strip, I want you completely naked. For the next three days, you can forget all about clothes, you are not going to wear anything but a smile."

      She sat on the couch and took off those old sneakers; she wasn't wearing any socks. Stood up and pulled the sweatshirt over her head, throwing it on the floor on top of the sneaker. Then took off the sweat pants and threw it on top of the shirt. She stood there in her underwear. My cock was as hard as lead. This is why I didn't fuck the bitch last night. It's much better to have her submit to me, then to screw her while she's asleep and has no idea what's happening. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra and let it slip off; her 36C tumbled free. She put her thumbs on the waist of her pants.

      "Wait, turn around. I want to see your ass first."

      She did, and slipped her panties down, lifting her legs one at a time to take them off. She threw it on her new clothes pile. She had an athlete's ass. I seen Katrina Witt and Kiana Tom in Playboy and Batgirl's ass was every bit as good as there's, tight and firm, but still well shaped like a woman. She had dancer's thighs, also firm and shaped, and hard, full, diamond calves. Even her upper back was magnificent. She had more of a dancer/gymnast's body than a bodybuilder’s. She was hard with sculptured muscles, her back had a bit of a V, but not like a man, just enough to tell she worked out. I couldn't stop staring at it, I was feeling so content to just sit there and look at her. "Turn around," I said; time to admire the rest of her. Those great tits were the first thing that caught my eye, big surprise, hue? Her nipples were medium size, not too small, but not coke can size. She had the six pack abs and her bush, light brown, trimmed in to an upside down triangle with a hard, straight borders and edges.

      "Nice bush, but I like my fucktoys smooth, we'll do something about that later, but now, pose," I ordered.

      "What?" she asked.

      "Strike the same pose you were in when I saw you in the store. You know, with your hands on your hips; the super heroine pose." Yeah, she knew what I was talking about. Slowly, she did it, but now, in the nude, it had a different effect. With her back straight and chest out, it was a sight with those tits pointing right at me. I couldn't get over the felling of euphoria. All those years, watching the great looking babes in school go with the jocks and the cool guys with the hot cars and completely ignoring me. It was like I was a fly on the wall, not worthy of their golden attentions. Now, here was a woman better then any of those stuck up bitches will ever be and she was stripping for me, waiting to do whatever I said. If those jocks only knew, I had outdone them all. I've never been with a woman, but over the last few years I've read a lot of material and seen some DVDs. I'm well read on the subject. Now I was going to put it all to the test.

      "Get over her," I ordered. She walked right up to me as I stood up. "Remember rule one? Let's put it to the test. French kiss, let see how much enthusiastic participation you're going to give." She hesitated for a second, sort of getting it in to it. Then she came close and put her arms around my upper body, her tits squeezing against my chest, the feeling was electric. I put my arms around her waist, interlocking my finger over the small of her back. Our lips interlocked, then her tongue shot in to my mouth and began to move around. I couldn't describe the feeling, I was in Haven. I returned the favor, sending my tongue in to her mouth. I wanted to feel everything in there, her teeth, roof of her mouth, anywhere I could reach. My finger went on her ass, massaged and squeezed her cheeks. After more then a minute, we broke off the kiss and I began kissing and licking her neck and she went for my ear. My hands made their way down her ass and stopped on that spot between her legs somewhere in the middle between her asshole and cunt. My temperature had shot up through the roof and my cock felt like it was going to break out of my jeans.

      "Go down on me," I whispered. On her knees she went. I guess she was expecting it. Looking down on her I loved the way her ass took on the shape of a hard peach. She undid my pants and bought it and my underwear down. She looked at it, took my cock in her hand, she was about to put it in her mouth.

      "Wait, lick my balls first."

       She licked them, running her tongue between each one, back and forth. I let out a sigh, then held my breath and tensed up. I couldn't believe it, I had never experienced anything like this. Bats was now running her tongue up and down the length of my shaft, over and over until it was completely wet; then went to work on the head. She put the tip in her mouth, sucking it for a few minutes before slowly sliding her lips down the whole shaft, filling her mouth, and pumped her head up and down on my cock. She kissed, licked and sucked with an amazing enthusiasm. I had no complaints about that. It went on for more then ten minutes. I was fixated on Bat's head bobbing up and down. Then I felt it, my ass tighten up as I tried to delay it, but it was no use, it was coming up and I couldn't hold it back anymore. I shot my wad in to her mouth. I put my hand on top of her head to keep her from pulling out before I was done. I wanted her to swallow the whole thing and she did, continuing to bob as she swallowed it. My first blow job, I guess you always remember the first.

      She sat back on her ass, looking up at me from the floor, like was expecting something. I thought about pulling a dollar out of my pocket as a tip, but didn't. I pulled up my pants, grabbed her by the arm and led her upstairs to my father's bedroom; he had the king size bed. I had her lie on the bed, as I took my clothes off. I stood at the bottom of the bed looking down on her. Could not get over how good her body looked lying there on her back. I told her it wasn't necessary for her to fake any moans or orgasms or to make me believe she liked it. I told her that for a reason. It wasn't just about getting laid; this was the first opportunity to get to know my way around a woman's body. I wanted to see what worked and what didn't. I had no delusion she was enjoying this, but I was going to try to get her off. I got on top of her, her body felt great; warm and firm. My tongue began working on her pink nipples, alternating between each tit. My tongue worked the nipples while my hands massaged them. Like it said in the books, I took my time. I already shot my wad in her mouth; there was no hurry. Besides I loved working on her tits. After about, I don't know, ten, fifteen minutes I moved my tongue down to her belly button. I loved licking and kissing my way down that flat, hard stomach of hers. While I worked her belly button my hands reached down and started rubbing her inner thighs. I knew from reading her diary those were sensitive spot for Bats. I thought I heard her moaned, and began breathing heavier but I wasn't sure. I was getting hard again. From there I licked and kissed a slow, straight line to her pubic area. The hair was distracting, but what the hell. As I kissed her pubic mound and ran my tongue along her opening, I noticed she closed her eyes. I parted her lips and sent the tip of my tongue to her clit. There are three things that told me she was getting in to it, three things she couldn't hide. First her breathing became faster, second her nipples got big, engorged and harder, almost as hard as small stones. Third, she was wet, very wet. I used both my tongue and teeth to play with her clit, which was growing bigger right before my eyes...or mouth actually. I ate her for several minutes, and then I got an idea. Swung my body around so I could 69 with her, plunged my cock in to her mouth, she accepts it, while I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her closer to my mouth. I penetrated so deep inside of her I was sure I would come out her asshole. This made Bats suck harder, I could feel it, her tongue could not get enough of my cock, trying desperately to be on every spot of the shaft at once. When I felt it starting again I stopped. I already shot off in her mouth, now I want to pop my cherry. Bats looked disappointed, looked like she wanted to ask why I stopped, she didn't. I turned her body over on her stomach, spread her legs and lifted up her hips, She not only didn't resist, she got on all fours. At first, I couldn't find the hole. Obviously, it's easier to find it with my mouth, but she reach between her legs, grabbed my cock and put it on the right spot. Thanks, I mumbled. It was so warm, as her cunt engulfed me, I felt terrific. So this was what all the fuss was about. What happen next surprised me. Before I could start pumping, she started to move. At first I let her have her way, when I had her rhythm I started to move inside of her. "Harder," she demanded. Hey, cool, whatever works for her. I smiled; the great super heroine likes it rough. She was fighting to keep from making a sound; I don't think she wanted to give me the satisfactions of knowing she was enjoying it. She buried her face in the pillow. Not allowed, I wanted to hear her. As I pumped away, I grabbed her hair and pulled back, arching her back and getting her face away from the pillow. I read her diary, I knew what she liked, sometimes when she used her dildo, she would insert a tampon up her ass. She wrote it heightened the orgasm. As I was getting to the end, I surprised her and stuck my forefinger deep in her ass. That did it, her hands grabbed the pillow and squeeze, her forearms got tensed, and she started making loud moans. It was great, then with a last set of hard thrusts, she let out her loudest scream, coming about three seconds before I exploded inside of her. We were both trembled, as I let out all I had, and then collapsed on top of her, exhausted and gulping for air. Bats lay there beneath me, still moaning. Afterwards, as I lay on top, both our bodies drenched in sweat and she started to sob, quietly, but she couldn't hide it. I'm not an idiot; I knew what she was crying about. She enjoyed it. I took her down, stole her stuff, invaded her privacy, threaten her and her friends, forced her to have sex with me and she couldn't even resist getting in to it. I gave her an orgasm, which to her was the same as taking the last of her pride and self respect and that was the ultimate humiliation. It was like I took everything, she had nothing else. Hey, look at it from my point of view. Last night, she was standing proud ready to screw up life and now she was naked under me, my cock getting soft inside of her and she was crying; powerful feelings.

      I was feeling too good to just lie there and listen to her. I got up, grabbed her hand and lead her to the bathroom. I put the cover down and sat her on the bowl, I filled the bathtub with water, making sure it was not too hot. I took her by the hand and we both got in to the tub, remained standing. Using a Tupperware bowl, I scooped up water and pour it on her. When she was wet enough, I lathered up a bath towel and began washing her. From the top of her beautiful neck down to the waterline where her knees were, I scrubbed, gently. It wasn't just washing her; I was exploring every inch of her body, every curve, every angle. When I rinse her off, I had her sit on the rim so I could do her feet and shampooed her hair. When done, I said, "My turn." She then did me. There was no resistance left in her, she did everything I told her. Now the fun part, I showed her the shaving cream and razor. "I hate pulling hair from my teeth, Bats, so your forest has to go the way of the Amazon." She said nothing, only looked resigned. I lathered her mound up and was about to begin when she stopped me. "Let me do it," she asked. Cool, I sat there watching her shave, telling her not to miss a spot. She didn't, and when she was done and rinsed, it looked great. We soaked for a few minutes, her lying on top of me. I dried her off then she dried me. I put my sister's lotion on her feet, knees and elbows. I ran my hand over the top of her cunt. Where there was once a mighty bush now just smooth, soft, bare pussy. I got down and kissed the spot.

       We didn't put on any clothes; I led her to the kitchen, both of us naked. Sat her down at the table, then cooked us scrambled eggs. She said she wasn't hungry; I put a plate in front of her and ordered her to eat it anyway. She started reluctantly, but soon was going at. She was hungry and I'm a good cook. I have to be, my sister doesn't cook and even if she did, I doubt she'd do it for me. I got tired of doing the McDonalds thing everyday, so if I didn't cook, I didn't eat. After all these years, I got good at it. When done we went to the couch and we watched TV. Hey, I shot my load twice in one morning, needed some time to recharge my batteries. I order her to sit close with her head on my shoulder. She did it, she was pretty docile but it lacked something, so I throw out my mantra 'enthusiastic participation' and that got her going. She snuggled real close and intimate and even began massaging my crotch.

      Over the next two and a half days I kept her busy. I fucked her cunt two more times, once with her on her back, legs on her chest, feet pointing up in the air and the other, on Monday morning, I was on my back with her riding me hard. I think she enjoyed that one a lot, because when we both climaxed, lost in the moment, without thinking, she bend over and gave me a hard kiss on the lips. When she realized what she did, the look on her face was priceless. I mean, Bats wasn't just surprised, she was completely shocked. She also gave me two more blow jobs, including one on Sunday morning, after I ordered her the night before to wake me up with her tongue on my cock. I titty fucked her once, shooting my load on her face; she wasn't too crazy about that one, but what the hell. The most interesting thing was when I fucked her in the ass. It was interesting cause that was the first time she told me what she wanted and instructed me how to do it. Remember, in her diary she described how she would sometimes stick a tampon up her ass when she masturbated. With all due modesty, I like to think my cock is thicker then a tampon. Anyway, I put some oil on my shaft and on her hole, slowly stuck it in there. At first, it felt like my cock was in a vise. I played with her cunt while I was pumped away. She reached under, took my hand, inserted my thumb in her cunt and put my other finger on top of her clit. Then she told me how to move my hand. It was a bit awkward to do while I was pumping her ass, sort of like learning to walk and chew gum at the same time, all over again. It was worth it, she had the biggest orgasm of the weekend, a real screamer. Batgirl likes taking it up the ass, imagine that. Bats had a total of four orgasms during that weekend, she cried after each one, pathetic, if you asked me.

      On Monday afternoon, she dressed in the sweats and sneakers I had given her, and I drove her home. Before I let her off at her place, I told her I'd be by on Wednesday to spend the night and reminded her to keep her pussy shaved. She looked at me.

      "What happens to me if for any reason you can't stop those Emails from going out? What happens if a truck hits you, get sick or just forget that day to put the codes in the computer? I'm living with a sword over my head."

      "I don't think I'm likely to forget. You made a very big impression on me. As for getting hit by a truck or getting sick," I shrugged. "Perils of being a super heroine."

      She shook her head. "You are one real sick bastard," venom in her voice. "You have issues."

      "Yeah, I have a lot of issues and I cherish each and every one of them."

      She got out of the truck and went in to her apartment building. I watched her go and smiled. No overstatement, this had been the best weekend of my life, so far. But I had a feeling better ones were ahead. It was going to be a great summer.

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