Year One: Stunt Double
“I need your help. More importantly, a Hero needs your help.”
The man was elderly, with gray hair and thick glasses in black rims. He was well
dressed with great posture and behind him I could see a limousine that he’d
likely just gotten out of.
“Come with me,” he said as if he already knew my answer would be positive.
I’d just rounded up two thieves in an electronics store and radioed for help
when shortly the limo pulled up.
I followed him back into the electronics store caught up to him at a bank of
televisions where he was turning them on and tuning them to various channels
until at last he found what he wanted.
On Channel 17 there was a shot of the steps of city hall, where a grinning clown
stood on a dais surrounded by bullet proof glass. Beside him, trussed up
helplessly was the Batgirl, her arms behind her attached to a post. Her utility
belt, gloves, and many other of the extraneous parts of her costume were
missing, probably in an attempt by the joker to make sure that she did not have
any lockpicks concealed on her person. She stood there in only her mask, a
purple bra and matching satin panties, and her boots, which due to the height at
which her hands were attached to the post were too low for her to reach. The man
turned up the sound.
“And at 1pm precisely, I will unmask the batgirl for all the world to see.”
The sound of gunfire rang out.
“Save your puny guns, they cannot get at me in here. And if you physically try
to enter this structure, I’ll end the batgirl’s life! HaaaaAHHAhahahahaAHHaahah!”
“I’ll fight the joker! I sure hope batman is on the way.”
“That’s not going to work, dear girl.” He again walked toward the back door and
I dutifully followed. “I happen to know that the batman is detained by another
emergency. And if you try to rescue the Batgirl I believe Joker will indeed harm
her.”
“So what do you suggest,” I asked as we reached the car and he opened the back
door. I leaned forward and looked in, finding an exact duplicate of batgirl’s
costume laid out on the back seat.
“If we can convince the Joker that he does not have the batgirl then perhaps
he’ll release her.”
“I’m not nearly tall enough to be batgirl.”
“You are smaller, yes, but you are proportionally close enough. That is, he’s
not going to be standing you next to the real one for comparison. You have
similar enough… um… Oh dear, how do I put this?”
“Assets?”
“Thank you. Yes.”
I touched the costume and looked up at him.
“You know this is a trap for the batman, don’t you?”
He nodded.
“Then you better start driving while I change, Mr…”
“Pennyworth.”
I slipped into the back of the car and gave the area a brief cursory glance
around for cameras. After all, I didn’t really know this guy. He could be taking
advantage of what was happening crosstown. But this was all too spur of the
moment to be a trick, I decided. So I slipped off my boots and took off my
cloak. I noticed that already inside the cowl was a red haired wig! Perhaps the
real batgirl was not a real redhead. Either way, being blonde, this was going to
help a great deal. What I had trouble with here was removing my own mask in a
strange place, even with the tinted windows and the partition between myself and
the driver, Mr. Pennyworth. But I did it.
I was all prepared to slide into the tight leather costume when I noticed a pair
of thong panties. I was going to wear my own, but come to think of it there was
no way in heck batgirl wore anything but a thong in a costume that tight, and so
I slid them on and for a moment flashed on the fact that I was naked in the back
of a stranger’s limo wearing a mask, red wig, and nothing else as I slid on a
pair of purple thong panties. At last the vehicle came to a halt and for a
moment I panicked, picturing Mr. Pennyworth opening the door with me
half-dressed. I put the clothing on quickly and realized it was still very tight
on me. I had to wonder again if this was a setup, since they were my size and
not that of the larger Batgirl.
There was a rap at the window and a pause, so I rolled it down as I slid on my
gloves.
“You’ll have to go on foot from here. Just up the alley. In thirty minutes you
will need to make your appearance just before he’s ready to unmask her, not a
minute sooner and certainly not later. I need to arrange some help with freeing
the batgirl while you decoy the Joker’s thugs. I’ve read your file. I know that
you can keep them occupied long enough. Plus you’ll find many of the things in
that utility belt are genuine replicas of batgirl’s items.”
I nodded and that was all he needed to prompt him to jump back into the car and
yelp a quick “good luck” and roll off.
I made my way down the alleyway and found myself alongside city hall. Ahead I
could see the yellow tape, the officers, and the throngs of onlookers preparing
for the great unmasking. I slid along the building in the shadows and spied the
best vantage point. With some effort I got up to a fire escape and prepared to
climb higher up the building. That was when I realized that more was going on
here than we suspected.
A jolt of electricity coursed through the entire metal framework of the fire
escape, sending me backwards and over the side. I landed in a pile of boxes and
blacked out for a moment. That was when I felt the hands on me and realized
there was a bag over my head. They were strong hands, and for all of my ability,
I am a martial artist. I rely on quickness, not brute strength. And I rely on my
invulnerability to injury. I’ve taken beatings, been hit by speeding vehicles,
even fallen off of skyscrapers, and never had any permanent injury. It was a
fortunate part of my genetics that I could resist injury. Of course, pain was
another matter. But right now all of that was worthless, as a few moderately
strong men easily held me in place and I felt cold steel under my face as I
landed on something metal. My limbs were stretched out and cuffed to something
secure and something with a bitter, rubber taste restricted my cries for help.
I lay there a moment and then I realized that someone was untying the bag over
my head. At last, when it came off, there sat a dark, female form, filing her
nails.
“Must keep sharrrrrrp,” she said. “You never know when you’ll be in a good
catfight.”
Catwoman leaned forward and stared me in the eye.
“So we meet again, Batgirl. It’s been a few months, hasn’t it, since you last
fell into my clutches.”
Someone behind me was doing something.
“I came to steal the Joker’s thunder, but when I saw you climbing the fire
escape I realized that the Joker was baiting you into a trap with this
ridiculous unmasking scenario. So I thought I’d steal you for myself. Don’t
worry, I’ll just keep you long enough to embarrass the joker with his false
unmasking, and I’ll amuse myself while I wait. After all, I haven’t heard you
tell me how much you enjoy being my bitch. Not in a while.”
She leaned forward further into the skylight, and now more than just her mask
was visible. I could see that her mask was the only thing she was wearing above
the waist. Her pendulous breasts swayed like enormous church bells as she gave
me a quick peck on the end of my nose.
I stared at her wide-eyed and then felt something touch my backside. A hand was
resting on my leather clad ass. Suddenly I felt something hands on my bared
skinas they pulled away my costume slowly disrobing me, pealing me one section
of leather at a time, like an orange.
“Your purple fetish astounds me, dear. How many pairs of purple underwear must
you own?”
She gave me a quick swat with her bare palm. I felt the edges of her sharp claws
barely prick my skin, but somehow I knew it had elicited tiny beads of blood at
the surface of my fair skin. I’m a rather pale girl, and anything as simple as a
slap tends to show up for quite a while, even with my resistance to injury.
Catwoman walked around behind me and said, “A little light please.” Someone
turned on a flashlight and I realized we were in the back of a truck, perhaps
not far from where I’d been abducted. The motor was running and every once in a
while I felt the vehicle shift as if turning. The light was showing somewhere
behind me where I could not see. Then her tongue found the cheek of my ass,
taking up those tiny droplets of blood.
“Mmm. Like sugar,” she said. “As I recall, the rest of you tastes like honey as
well.”
With that I felt her hand rip the thong from off of my ass while someone slid
something under my stomach so that my ass was presented to Catwoman. Then her
tongue was on me. It might have been my imagination, but it felt like the
sandpaper tongue of cats, and it began to scour my pussy, delicately licking and
her lips nibbling at my edges and folds. The sensation made me very warm. I felt
dizzy as I tried to breath into the gag. She alternated between fondling my
pussy while licking it, and swatting my ass soundly with her hand. This went on
for what seemed like a long time, but was likely not long at all.
I was near orgasm, thinking about how I’d never come before by anything other
than my own hand, when there was a pause. “More light,” she said. Someone
shifted and reapplied the flashlight’s beam. I heard an unexplained momentary
giggle from catwoman.
“Let’s just bring it home,” she finally said, ominously. By now I was still so
angry at her for what she was doing to me, but at the same time I was so near an
orgasm that I just wanted her to finish it. There would be time for shame later.
Something cold touch my anus. I realized that someone had just poured lubricant
onto me and then began to work it in with a gloved finger. There was the sounds
of buckles. First an unknown set of buckles, then the set on my feet were
inexplicably released. I used my newly freed legs to try and crawl away from
her, but this, I suspect is what she wanted. Because now I was on all fours. I
felt the strong hands on me again, holding me still now that I was on all-fours.
And something large and likely very rubbery announced it’s desire to enter me by
knocking briefly on my anus. I screamed into the gag.
I felt her hands on my hips, warm and deceptively tender, then the thing was up
in me, with little pretense. I let out a sound that I had never made before in
my life.
“You can scream if you want. Remove the girl’s gag. Of course you’ll look
awfully funny when the authorities find you. How humiliating.”
I could now freely pant and beg, and I did both. “Please! Please stop! That’s
too BIG.”
The word BIG came out bigger because of her sudden thrust. She smiled and put
her lips next to my ear as she put her entire weight on top of me. “Here’s the
game. Same as always. You tell me you’re my bitch. That’s all I want to hear and
I’ll let you go.”
“No!” I said to her out of reflex. The thing violated me again. It thrust hard,
and this time was followed by two successive and equally hard thrusts, then she
settled into a more subtle pattern. My anus burned and strained at the size of
the thing within me.
“Beg me, batslut. Beg me and it’ll all be over.”
“Oh…oh… please… please…” I must have said the word please a dozen times, each
one in unison with one of her strokes. She finally put her full, lithe body into
it, eliciting noise from me that I’d never heard from anyone. I finally
relented.
“I’m… I’m… you’re… bitch…”
“Louder dear, I can’t hear you.”
“I’m your… Bitch!”
“Very good,” She said. “Release her.”
Within seconds I was not only free, my limp body being tossed from the back of
the vehicle and into a public street, but she was tossing my pants to me.
“You know, first time I had the batgirl I made her walk home bottomless. But You
seem a might younger than her, and less experienced. And I suspect you are a
virgin. So I will be kind to you. Especially since you have a friend to rescue.”
“How did you know?” I managed to mutter as I lay on the pavement fumbling with
the pants trying to figure out how to put them on, my brain still addled by the
whole experience I’d just endured.
“The real batgirl is a natural redhead. You, darling honeypot, are blond.”
The truck rolled away, Catwoman blowing me a kiss and giving me a final warning.
“Second time I will take your virginity. Third time, I’ll be leaving you without
a mask or your dignity.”
All I was to people was a blur of flesh running into an alley. By the time
anyone thought to follow, I was well concealed and had the opportunity to slide
those pants back on.
Batgirl had been through this? And what was that threat? Had batgirl put up with
this more than once? I thought back to what she’d said when we were in the
truck.
It’s been a few months since you LAST fell into my clutches.
Lord help the girl, she’d been caught more than once. I wonder what catwoman
took from HER on her second and third times.
According to the clock over city hall, I had three minutes. Not enough time to
do anything more than jog to the scene and hope for the best. Hopefully, Mr.
Pennyworth had lined up help, because I was not exactly up to full form yet. I
passed the electrified fire escape and pushed through the crowd, which had
gotten thicker. Joker had to have an escape plan, I thought. There had to be a
way out.
I finally got sight of them. I heard several people in the crowd say “hey it’s
batgirl” as I pushed past. I needed to be seen by Joker though. I reached into
the utility belt and found a batarang. I’d thrown enough shurikens in my day
that this felt similar, and so I flung it with mostly wrist action and watched
it whir around the crossbar atop a lamppost then I hoisted myself up and swung
out and across the crowd, landing on the steps of city hall.
“Surrender, Joker!” I wanted to say something far more dramatic, but I knew the
more I spoke the more likely he was to figure out that I wasn’t batgirl. I
needed to get him acting quickly and without forethought.
“Impossible!” He declared incredulous. “I have the batbitch right here!”