The Transformation of Batgirl

Chapter One

By Jeff R.

Jruff87373@aol.com

Standing on the rooftop of the abandoned warehouse, the caped crimefighter could little at first. The uneven surface of the rooftop did little to improve the overall surroundings as she crept closer to the rooftop entrance.

An innocent librarian by day, Barbara Gordon took up the crimefighting mantle of Batgirl immediately following the murder of her father, Police Commissioner James Gordon at the hands of the evil villainess Catwoman two months earlier. Early winter rain began to fall and belt her costumed body with sheets of ice cold water. The young woman’s mind was racing … quickly pulling out fragmented memories and replaying them over and over again. Suddenly Barbara was standing at her Father’s grave site, holding back the tears. Then seconds later, she is in the gym, spending three to four hours a day as she worked to sculpt her 27 year-old body to perfection.

Then she was at home, a single light on in her living room as Barbara labored every night to model her costume to mimic that of the legendary Batman. Barbara had quickly vaporized nearly all of her Father’s inheritance to purchase the lightest yet strongest material she could find on the open market including her grim, face-formed bat-mask made of the finest Kevlar. Taking this nighttime vigilante identify in an effort to tract down and provide what she believed was the necessary justice that her father’s murder deserved, Barbara Gordon was finally ready. Months of athletic training and preparation had sculpted her body into every man’s dream and she used her “assets” to her ready advantage.

Then, she dressed.

Standing naked before her full-length mirror, Barbara gently pulled up a flimsy black laced panty – then latching a matching under wire bra before sliding the tight lycra up her shapely legs.

First one.

Then the other.

With a slight grunt, Barbara pulled the meshed Kevlar up and over her ass before reaching behind her and zipping up her one-piece costume. Not allowing herself a moment to even look at herself, Barbara added a black cape, yellow gloves and a belt with hooks and other safety devices. She gulped as she looked down …holding the finally-completed bat-mask in her hands. She closed her eyes tightly as she lifted the mask up and over her face. Pulling her red haired main aside, Barbara clasped the cowl under her chin and then opened her eyes.

The Barbara Gordon she knew was gone. And in her place was an Avenging Angel of death with only one mission – to track down and bring her Father’s killer to justice.

The rain continued to pelt her lilth body as moving with grace and speed, her thick red hair flowing behind, the new darknight crimefighter, quickly opened the door to the rooftop entrance.

Striding quickly down several flights of stairs, the demimonde daredevil opened the fourth floor entrance only to step into what seemed to be a large empty loft. Barbara’s underworld sources had informed her of the Catwoman’s use of the warehouse was a front for illegal crack cocaine manufacture and distribution. But the sources had been wrong. Or so it seemed.

Taking a red electronic visor from her waist belt, Batgirl turned on the gadget and placed it to her eyes, using the infra-red device to scan the loft area.

Seconds later from the shadows and reaching out behind her, large hands grabbed Batgirl from behind as an oversized white cloth was jammed into her mouth and nose. Struggling to break free, Batgirl was quickly overpowered and succumbed to the potent fumes emanating from the cloth. Losing her brief battle, Batgirl heard a woman’s laugh echo about the loft as darkness enveloped her.

White.

Light.

A brightness of the noonday sun greeted the 27 year-old woman as she slowly regained conscious. The memory of the attack sent the masked crimefighter hurtling forward, only to be held back by thick leather restraints on both arms. She looked about and found that she had been strapped onto a metal table.

Again, a woman’s high-pitched laugh permeating the silence.

Stepping forward from the darkness … Catwoman appeared.

Standing nearly six feet tall, the lilth, raven-haired woman wore all black, a whip attached to her right hip and, as like Batgirl, a mask to conceal her identity. But this mask reflected the darker side of the wearer ... a “Cat-like” mask that reflected the evil women’s darkest desires. “Are you comfortable my dear,” purred Catwoman. “I will be free of this and you will be dead,” replied Batgirl, straining unsuccessfully at her bonds.

Stepping forward, Catwoman brazening took the younger woman’s face in her claw-like, gloved hands, stroked her cheek and placed a warm, loving kiss onto Batgirl’s full red lips. Shocked by such and outrageous action, Batgirl again lunged, struggling in vain to free herself from the Catwoman’s bonds. Knowing that what was happening was wrong, even perverse, the caped crimefighter – for the briefest of moments, actually closed her eyes and surrendered her to the unwanted but thrilling kiss.

As Catwoman kissed the numbed Batgirl, she reached backwards and placed a helmeted device on the helpless woman. Releasing the captured woman’s straining red lips from hers; she stepped backwards and turned on a hidden red button. The contact made … an electric charge allowed hundreds of volts of power coursed through the now active metal box, sending charged energy particles of gold and white through the exposed wires and into the young woman. Lurching forward and arching her back in a vain effort to escape, Batgirl immediately felt herself, once again, enveloped by the comfort of darkness throughout her mind and soul.

Walking over to the device, Catwoman could hear the labored breathing of the now groggy woman. Turning the device off and lifting the helmet off the young woman’s masked head, Catwoman silently removed the leather straps.

Looking at her captive through eyes of gemmed fire, Catwoman drank in the silent crimefighter’s obvious physical attributes.

Her chest rising and falling to the now rhythmic cadence of once-labored breathing, Batgirl’s well-apportioned breasts heaved up and down. Catwoman then trailed her gaze downward to the tight waist and long tapered legs completely covered in glorious black lycra.

Struggling to carry the quickly reviving woman, Catwoman brought her to her feet. Taking one gloved arm in hers, Catwoman half-pulled, half-dragged Batgirl off the table and into an adjoining room. There … a lavish bed had been prepared with black silken sheets. Standing the woman erect in the center of the room, Catwoman walked to the bed, turned around and slowly lowered herself onto the sheets.

She was loving this.

For months, Batgirl had been a bleeding wound to her criminal kingdom, because of the death of Commissioner Gordon, and enacted a one-woman campaign to destroy Catwoman’s drug empire. Little did the younger crimefighter know that it was more than drugs Catwoman was after. It was control. Power. And finally she found it.

Breaking into a secret governmental laboratory the previous week, the evil Catwoman and her henchmen had found a newly-new and unused device. Simply put, the yet-unnamed device, code-named by the US Military as Number VY245, the machine was designed by the CIA for espionage activities during the Cold War period of the 1960's but never used due to the lack of critical governmental funding.

But Catwoman understood the true power it provided. To alter the thoughts of and actions of individuals and program instead all new identities. Once used on a subject, the effect was permanent and irreversible.

“Ideal for spies and unwanted crimefighters,” mused Catwoman.

Bringing the device to her rooftop lair, Catwoman easily learned how to reprogram the device to suit he needs and Batgirl provided the perfect test subject.

“Take off your costume baby, strip naked for Catwoman,” the evil villain hissed at the helpless younger woman. Catwoman has no idea if her captive would do as commanded.

Bringing her right hand up to her masked face, Batgirl monetarily hesitated, looking at the smiling face of the dark haired woman sitting sumptiously on the bed.

Shaking her head, as if to raise her mind from a fog, Batgirl staggered – standing fully erect and then – with a slight groan, began to do as she had been commanded. With both hands, Batgirl reached upwards to remove the black cape. As it slowly fell to the floor, yellow gloves quickly followed, as did her black, thigh high boots. Her belt, now feeling like leaden weights around her waist, were also freed and clattered to the floor.

Stepping forward, Batgirl reached behind her back and slowly lowered the zipper of her one piece costume. Within moments, that too was dropped to the floor as she stood only wearing black panties, bra, and her costumed mask, of course.

Catwoman giggled with glee.

In no way did she ever conceive of the device having such an immediate effect on the formerly caped crime fighter.

This was going to be fun.

Bringing her hands to her ribs, Catwoman slowly caressed her large, fabric-covered breasts, feeling the pulling and lifting of the dark lycra body suit as it clinked to her upper body. Before her stood her nearly naked adversary, who was responding to Catwoman’s every command.

Batgirl nearly completed her task.

Her body costume now removed, next was her form-fitting, black laced bra. Within second so too would be her black undergarments but before she could do so, Catwoman ordered, “Stop,” and Batgirl did, standing on unsteady feet before the villainess wearing only panties and mask.

“You have to undress me,” Catwoman hissed, “You want to, don’t you.” “Oh yes, I do”, replied Batgirl, who stepped forward to meet the now standing, slightly older woman. Turning her around, Batgirl lowered the woman’s zipper and assisted the evil Catwoman in removing her costume.

“Kiss my skin all over … slave,” commanded Catwoman. “Yes, kiss you, kiss you all ... all over,” Batgirl mumbled as she performed her task as any maid servant might do for her master. The red-haired woman kissed Catwoman’s tanned flesh; as the raven-haired criminal tortured the woman below her with harden pinches on her now-naked breasts and arms.

“Make you naked like me. Kiss your pussy,” Batgirl garbled a response as she kneeled before Catwoman to remove her bra and panties. Turning her around, Batgirl placed two warm kisses on Catwoman’s well formed buttocks.

Then, with only an instant hesitation, Batgirl swiveled her new charge around and placed a warm loving, wet kiss on her full and pouting pussy lips. Catwoman groaned now in wild abandon as she drew the younger woman upwards to her. Pulling her tight, Catwoman embraced Batgirl, removed her mask and then Batgirl’s own. Looking longingly into her eyes, Catwoman opened her mouth and enveloped the younger girl’s lips into her own.

Catwoman’s tongue danced and darted through Batgirl’s own, the recipient’s tongue quickly caressing her new lover’s. Swiveling her around, Catwoman pushed the woman backwards, forcing her onto the middle to the bed. Dropping onto the black silk sheets with a bounce, Catwoman continued her liquid assault.

Pinwheels of light careened in Batgirl’s head as Catwoman’s tongue and mouth caressed her own. Pulling her upwards to a sitting position, Catwoman finally released her mouth from Batgirl’s own. The former caped crime fighter’s now disheveled thick red hair overflowed over her head as she cried out for physical and sexual release.

Brushing her hair from her brow, Catwoman took Batgirl’s head in her hands, leaned forward and hissed,”I’m going to devour your luscious little cunt you bitch until you scream for mercy! Then I’m going to tongue-fuck your beautiful virginal asshole before I let you get between my legs and lick me! And you and going to suck and lick me ‘till I go out of my mind. What do you think of that ... Batgirl?!”

“Ooooohh ... yesss ... I want to ... Darling ... fuck and suck until you go out of your mind ...” Batgirl responded, her words completely entranced her mind within the lethargy that Catwoman had created. While awaiting her next command, Batgirl’s tongue caressed the outer fold of her own lips, again tasting the sweet nectar of Catwoman’s saliva. Such action made Catwoman explode with lust. Moving downward, she took one of Batgirl’s ample breasts, opened her mouth and enveloped the nipple entirely, At the same time, Catwoman’s left hand pinched and pulled at the woman’s other nipple, rapidly becoming harder and harder. Instantly, Batgirl’s breathing became rapid, as she clutched the black hair of the woman who slavered at her chest.

Biting almost hard enough to draw blood, Catwoman pulled herself away from the now engorged nipple. Using her fingertips of both of Batgirl’s nipples, Catwoman was bringing the younger woman into a state of utter frenzy. “Ohhh ... God yess, that so good. Don’t stop,” Batgirl said, her voice faltering at the touch of her evil adversary.

But with that Catwoman did stop. Releasing her hands from Batgirl’s breasts, she watched with lewd, fire-eyes to the tortured younger woman struggling with the rapidly diminishing electric power that her touch brought.

Moving backward for a moment, Catwoman commanded Batgirl to turn over. And she did. Laving on her stomach, the young woman only wore her last garment, the flimsy black panty which protected her most private, secret charms from finally being revealed to Catwoman.

But that was not to last.

Quickly, warms hands caressed her buttocks and back, renewing the warm sensations Catwoman’s mouth, tongue and hands had created. Lifting her ass upwards as if to receive a further reward, Batgirl expected her new lover to remove her panties.

Instead, Catwoman brought the younger woman to her knees, her face deeply immersed with the sheets.

Such a position placed Batgirl’s final, most private secret directly into contact with Catwoman’s evil glaze. Looking at the darken, panty covered pussy lips, Catwoman could see the gleaming sweat and growing wetness it secreted. Moving forward, Catwoman opened her mouth and, expertly using her tongue, she gently caressed Batgirl’s plump pussy from top to bottom.

Upon contact, Batgirl squealed her delight as the older woman’s tongue, now joined by her hands, caressed her pussy and ass cheeks.

Again, Catwoman continued her sexual torture of the helpless Batgirl as with the fire of a woman released, again took hold of her. Having enough of these “preliminaries” Catwoman grabbed the panties from both sides and shredded them from Batgirl’s ass. Rearing back, Catwoman opened her hand fully and spanked the unsuspecting young woman’s full ass cheeks. Over and over, faster and faster, Catwoman’s hand beat at the woman’s fleshy exterior. Below, Batgirl was shocked by the sudden attack and was helpless to defend herself as savage blow after blow was delivered with angry force.

As she continued her assault, Catwoman felt the rising heat of her orgasm reach over her and take possession. With a final swipe, Catwoman came. Roaring torrents overflowing her, she collapsed forward, the dark mane of her hair laying across the stinging red welts of Batgirl’s upraised ass cheeks. “Shut up you bitch,” Catwoman screamed as Batgirl struggled to gurgle a response.

Rolling her over, Catwoman moved quickly to complete her conquest!

“Damn you gorgeous bitch,” Catwoman hissed, “Wider! Spread your legs wider. Raise them way up high and wide. Further. That’s it ... as high and as wide apart as you can so your little cunt with split open for me.”

Batgirl never hesitated. Wanted to do whatever the beautiful, slightly older woman commanded, she drew her long, shapely thighs up and back against the resilient mounds of her desire-swollen breasts, their tiny hardened nipples tingling and burning to the caress of her own legs. This obscene position spread her vulnerable young loins wide open for the aggressive, raven-aired woman. Batgirl’s dark-curled, pink crevice cuntal slit raised high and waiting before the naked Catwoman’s lesbian assault.

Everything that Catwoman has dreamed about was finally coming true. Everything the bisexual criminal had ever found salaciously captivating in another girl ... had ever experienced in the licking and sucking of their young cunts was exemplified a thousands times in the mesmerizing nakedness spread before her!

God, this has to be the ultimate. It would never be enough. Maybe if she were a died in the wool lesbian. But she was not. Cock and cunts, either were as erotically appealing to her as the other, but after this … she wondered if she might not emerge with a one-tract mind and remain a lesbian the rest of her life. Damn, the beautiful naked creature, with her intoxicating young pussy helplessly offered up to her to do with as she pleased was breathtaking!

Tauntingly, Catwoman gazed down between Batgirl’s opening spread pussy. Closing her eyes, the villainess deeply inhaled the wild musk aroma pouring out from the former crimefighter.

Wild fermentations churning in her own nakedly seething loins as Catwoman brushed one finger through the dark silken hair sparsely lining its puffy lips ... the outer, fleshy folds clinging snugly to each other with only the moistened, pink ribbon of inner flesh assuring the hot wet mount they protected inside. Her eyes were like a matched pair of insatiable, fired gems! To Catwoman, it was suddenly as if the touching of it with her mouth was going to unleash an overwhelming plague of lesbian desire she could never again be rid of.

Her hotly licking tongue, in the beginning, did little more than lightly trace the pink, hair-lined crevice, wetly laving the sickened curs with warm slackening moisture.

Intently, she tongue-combed the wispy dark tuffs, while the delightedly brainwashed young woman beneath her moaned in ever mounting desire, squirmed and gasped as Batgirl ardently waited for her desire-flushed pussy lips to be spread-apart and the smooth moist flesh within hungrily ravished!

Again, the red-haired Batgirl whimpered, but now in a state of feverish passion. Catwoman had brought her to this level time and time again, but with no release. Voluntarily, Batgirl ground her naked, obscenely spread loins upwards towards the naked mouth that engulfed them.

At the same time, the smiling, raven-haired woman nuzzled her face tighter into the soft, liquid heat between Batgirl’s lewdly spread legs, her mouth lips widely ovaling to the crimefighter’s cunt lips, engulfing it all in a lewdly kissing/sucking lotion.

The hot wet length of Catwoman’s wet tongue darted, and in plunging stabs, licked down to Batgirl’s raisin-like opening at her asshole ... and with a firm push, caressed the younger woman’s nether depths, before sucking the tiny, erectile flowerette of Batgirl’s clitoris, until the helpless woman could do little more than wail and twist helplessly beneath...

And then ... Catwoman stopped.

End of Chapter One