Barbara Gordon’s Secret Life

By Cypher Doc

Synopsis: Barbara Gordon’s repressed fantasies are realized by an unexpected foreign visitor –who might be a descendant of the Marquis de Sade. Her hidden desire for danger, being captured and rendered helpless by men are explored – but are faced by our local Librarian, not our caped Heroine. The story will be several parts in which Bab’s repressed desires lead her down a path of erotic sex, bondage and debauchery. Who knew the girl had it in her?

Cast of Characters:
Barbara Gordon: Yvonne Craig
Jacques: think the Marovingean actor Lambert Wilson from the Matrix
(I like to cast actors when I read or write stories! – it works for me!)
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The majority’s of Batgirls life was mundane and boring. Luckily for Batgirl it was lived by Barbara Gordon. Bab’s alter-ego had all the fun while she was left hustling to pay the bills, feed the cat and work for a living.

Although her job was secure at Gotham Library, thanks mainly to Daddy’s lifetime post as City Commissioner, she tried hard to earn her own way and stay away from the social limelight the Commissioner’s daughter could enjoy. Daddy seemed quite pleased that his daughter choose to lead a normal, if not mundane life as a librarian. Keeping well out of way for causing trouble.

She buried herself in the dusty books, and the redundant chore’s of returning the them back the shelf’s the Dewey-decimal way. She was smart and attractive, not stunning, but entirely attractive from head-to-toe in a very earthly way. She dressed very conservatively in her normal life; no one seemed the notice the sleek athletic build the Gotham librarian had. Of late she had taken to wearing very sexy lingerie beneath her plain suits. It started with one of her friends giving her a set of matching panties, garters and brazier as kind of a gag birthday gift. The message was pretty clear: Bab’s was becoming a spinster at 27. No boyfriend, no time! Once off the clock it was to the tasking of doing ‘Batgirl Homework’ for every hour Batgirl spent thwarting crime – Babs’ spent hours culling newspapers, websites and police information about criminals and potential criminal activities in Gotham. Jewel exhibits, bank transfers, important visitors to the city were all opportunities for criminals to make a move in the city, and Batgirl was to be ready and waiting…

But the last few months were very slow. Batgirl was even staying home on the weekends, it was wise to limit her exposure in public. She did not wander about the city at night. Like the caped crusader – she was applauded but at the same time the subject of suspicion and fear by the general public. The tabloids and shock jocks, would keep a thin but perpetual watch on her and Batman. What were they really up to? Speculation was rampant and all kinds of bizarre theories were perpetuated not to satisfy curiosity but ratings.

The problem was there was just not enough excitement in Bab’s life for herself, much less share it with Batgirl. Batgirl typically was the excitement outlet and with no crime thwart and nothing on the horizon for the next weeks. It would be bread and water for fun and games for the foreseeable future. Thus, Babs became ‘Secret Sexy Babs Librarian’ until crime picked up. Her credit card was feeling the pinch as she picked up more detailed and luxurious lingerie to sport under her suits. She was even taking to wearing silk stockings with the lines up the back and everything. ‘Did that guy notice my stockings?’ she wondered? ‘He’d better’ I’ve been spending more time on the ladder than on the floor these past days.’

It was an especially boring Monday when she had a large book that had to go back to 848. 848? She prided herself on knowing the Dewey Decimal system off the top of her head. 841 French Poetry, 842 French Literature… 848 French???....! French Miscellaneous Writings… Yes! Patting herself on the back for that one she hesitated as she slid the book back in the shelf. Next to that book were several large folio volumes of one of the most infamous of French authors “Marquis de Sade” The set was hand bound gold embossed leather from the early 1800’s. Part of a large bequest that the library had gotten some years back. The library was happy to take the collection – even if it did contain a fair amount of 17^th and 18^th century erotica. Of course she’d heard of the Marquis de Sade but never actually read any of this works. Erotic, bondage, torture, sex, all the bad things a good girl should avoid. She got down from the shelf and continued her duties for the day, but those books were still at the back of her mind. She closed up as usual, the library promptly closed at 6:00pm. Markus the Security guard hustled everyone out and locked the place down for the night. Money was too tight in Gotham to have security at the library overnight. The door locks and alarms were the only security as Barbara worked the next hour after closing, reviewing the on-loan and delinquent books. ‘Maybe Batgirl could retrieve delinquent library books in her down time?’ thought Bab’s ‘Don’t even go there girlfriend’ she replied.

She was nearly done when she had to take back another ‘monster’ to its shelf. A large leather volume, Italian, it needed to go to 852- Italian Drama. She took it as some sort of kismet as she looked directly up from the just shelved Italian book to notice 848 was on the shelf above. Thinking she could use some bedtime reading…”Should I sleep with the Marquis tonight?” She got the first volume down and glanced at the check out card. It had not left the shelf in 12 years. And as it was a large folio bound in leather and embossed gold, it was not allowed to leave the library. Being the head librarian did have its privileges.  A creature of habit she checked the book out to herself, tucked the large volume under her arm and stalked home her high heels clicking on the pavement. She played a coy game with the book placing on the night stand as she arrive home and ignoring it until she was ready to retire for the night. This included an hour of strenuous exercise and stretching – Batgirl needed to keep in shape. She showered and for some reason she decided to dress for the part and put on a sexy nighty from her gowning collection.


"Either kill me or take me as I am, because I'll be damned if I ever change..."
Sade, from a letter to his wife, written in prison, November 1783

That was an odd quote on the opening page, it resonated with her for some reason. Her own alter ego – Batgirl was in many ways an outcast of society. Misunderstood, unappreciated but held some bizarre compelling fascination. Indeed Batgirl and Batman were the gossip fodder for many a fetishists. The book started with the Marquis letters from prison which were numerous, spanning nearly 26 years. As she delved into the book and flipped the pages she was confronted with a graphic depiction. It would turn out the set was the first English translation of the Marquis complete works and liberally illustrated. And like the much of the Marquis works – was banned nearly upon release and all destroyed except for a few remaining sets, of which Gotham had one.  Babs looked at the clock aghast it was 1:00am – she’d not even noticed the time.

It took her three nights to read the first volume, she’d finished the 4^th and last volume on the 13^th night.

Her mind was in turmoil, she was very compelled by the stories, the submission of woman to Marquis who demanded total surrender. Was she getting off on sado-machocism? Was she a sado-machist? What was she doing on dark nights alone in a skin tight bodysuit and mask risking capture by villainous men who’d obviously employ bondage sex and torture should she fall into their hands? And the times she was captured, tied up and nearly the victim of their diabolical whims – did she fight all she could to avoid capture? Was she wanting it? The thrill of being helpless at the hands of men with no morals?. Only she’d escaped in the nick of time, every time. But she always returned, drawing energy from the thrill of it, she was realizing that now for the first time. Her masturbation was getting much more intense too. Batgirl and Babs had no time for dating.  She awoke one night buzzing, she tied herself to a dining room chair, took her trusty vibrator and road it slowly but relentlessly. Playing a mock capture drama she’d been dreaming about in her mind. She was drenched in sweat, fighting against the ropes, working the vibrator, driven by her imagined tormentor, until she came, release and shame washed over her as she slumped in the chair, panting.

Alternating between shame and desire. She did not wear her sexy lingerie that next morning, only to regret it later in the day. She relented the following day and put the black garters and bra on without questioning herself. That night she dawned her Batgirl outfit and made her way to the roof of a known bondage club on the lower east side of the city. She’d managed to peer through the skylight into one of the many private back rooms. An erotically clad voyeur in an erotic episode, she drank the scene in, a woman bound in an X-frame a massive beams, her body crisscrossed with straps, her breasts and sex exposed. Her mouth was held open be a ring-gag lashed across her face. Nipple weights shuttered as she was whipped about the breasts and tender parts of her sex and thighs. Her tormentor, relentlessly lashing her only to stop and ask her, demand of her if she wanted more? She nodded shamefully and the whipping continued…

Batgirl realized she was with at girl, imagining each sting of the whip, in control but out of control. She was wet, damn the bat suit was hard to clean. She raced home to leave Babs to play the fantasy out…

Babs was in a mental haze, her mind now split to a third fragment of some erotic explorer nestled between Babs and Batgirl. The man at the counter had to repeat himself to get her attention. Her back turned to him, he eyed her black pumps and silk stockings, the line was a perfect road to steer his eyes up her shapely calf to her very promising thighs only to be blocked by long but fit skirt. A good appraiser of flesh he noted the girl had quite a figure under the plain outfit.

“Hello Mon Petite?” the man’s lilting voice broke upon her attention. Petite, she hated that word, she was petite only 5-2” but very strong and athletic, ‘I could kick your ass from here to the Chams de la Leze’ the thought. She pained a smile on her face as she turned. She glanced at a face that she was not expecting, not that her mind was paying much attention to work, it was nearly closing time. The man was not handsome but striking in some intangible way, he eyes were compelling. His face held a pleasant if not amused smile as he paused long enough to take Babs in from head to toe until locking his gaze to hers. She was struck by his deliberate yet unabashed pause to look her over. She detected no menace in his intent, he seemed quite comfortable in his explicit ‘appraisal’ of her. She shifted her hips a bit, one leg forward, hand on hip and turned on her best disapproving and slightly condescending tone. “What can I do for you?”

“I apologize for my tone, I get too intense sometimes, but I could not get your attention until I spoke up…:

“I sorry I was distracted…how can I help you?” she offered apologetically, feeling she’d played her disapproval too harshly.

“I am looking for a special set of books, I have traveled far to see them...”

“I can help you with that, do you know the title or author?”

The man paused, a bemused smile crossed his face, no one was in ear shot of them but he leaned closer to her, drawing her in, but he did not lower his voice a bit when he spoke. “I am looking for several books including a set of erotic folios..books by the Marquis De Sade, but these are special books that I have traced to a collector, who err’d them to the Gotham Library some years ago… I am a studier of erotic…”

“Are all the books French in origin?” Babs interrupted the man quickly, she was taken aback by the odd coincidence of her reading the very books that a man was now standing before her asking to look at.

“No they are not, but all of them are erotic in subject matter, many libraries categorizing them in odd ways…you may have to review your records to discover where they actually are…some may not be on the open shelves…”



“848 French Miscellaneous Writings..” Barbara shot back without thinking…She held her breath, embarrassed that she knew the location off the top of her head. Two weeks ago she would have been embarrassed not to know.

“And that would be?...” the man turned back towards the vast library shelves, seeming to not notice the apprehension of the girl.

“This way…” Babs was walking quickly trying to recover her composure. Her body was taught as she walked, this only made her stride more striking in her heels and her shapely rump sliding beneath her skirt in a provocative manner. The man pacing behind her enjoyed the view and noted her shapely hips and narrow waist, the girl was more intriguing by the moment. She seemed excited, by him or perhaps the subject he so boldly mentioned to her. He enjoyed to be daring and provocative, especially to intriguing shapely young ladies. This one looked like she had stamina too, and that was a trait he especially liked…

When she stopped and turned to him she regained her solemn face. ‘They should be just up there” she pointed to the shelf just above their heads.

“Oui! Excellent” he made a move to reach the books that were obviously out of reach to both of them.

“Just a moment…” Babs turned and walked to the end of the aisle to shuttle the rolling ladder to that part of the shelf. The return of his bemused smile made her ponder only a heart beat at his possible amusement now. She felt her face heat up when she realized she’d need to mount the ladder to get the books. And she as wearing her “Secret Sexy Babs Librarian” outfit with Black 4” pumps stiletto heels, silk stocking with the line up the back to a set of garters mid-thigh, matching panties and bra in black.  A moment of panic seized her, beholding his eyes she realized that he was thinking the same thing, and would be in a prime position to take in her lace adorned bottom.

Her womanly defenses kicked in and a pulse of determination surge within her, she did what any woman would do in such a situation, call his bluff. She realized it would be impossible to make open comment about the impropriety of him taking advantage of his view, especially since she was knowingly wearing an outfit that could really only be appreciated by such a vantage point. A knowing look of detachment came over her as she held his gaze as she took to the ladder. Feeling his eyes upon her she decided to be deliberate in her movements, in control, disarm him. A woman could easily make a man blink in such situations. She held her legs taught as she stepped lightly up the ladder. Reaching for the first volume she gulped a bit at her next move. She looked down at him ‘ caught you looking did I?’ she anticipated him to notice her looking back, snap back his gaze like a chastised puppy and promptly be brought to heel.

 “Pardon?..” He queried lazily, he was indeed gazing at her bottom and continued to do so unabashedly after a moment or two before sliding his gaze around her bent thigh to meet her eyes. A warm grin was smeared across his face. Like a man appreciating a beautiful sunset.

“Ah, Oui one will do for now…I we can get the others later..”

‘This guy is a piece of work!’ Babs did not know whether to kick his ass or simply kick him out of the library. But she was aghast and intrigued by him at the same time. She was determined to find some way to make this guy uncomfortable or at least inconvenienced before she was through. Their was not a word from Batgirl but Sexy Babs was chiming in, starting to get very aroused at this stranger with a common interest in her Marquis.

As she neared the bottom rung of the ladder he offered his hand to steady her. She was surprised that he did not take the innocent opportunity to cop a feel at the small of her back. He was smooth, it seemed for all his open gazing he did respect her. Babs was trying hard to come up to speed, never really a beauty she was not used to such advances by a man with obvious experience, plus he was French ‘Ou La La!...Shut Up Sexy Girl!’ Babs for fighting for composure, it was a constant battle.

“Let me set you up in a private reading room…” Babs led the way clutching the volume to her chest. The book seemed like a knowing accomplice as she tried to resume her detached librarian act. Without thinking she opened the door to a room on the second floor, it was in fact the former head librarian’s office when the library was built in the 1920’s, it was a huge room with vaulted ceilings opulent carvings and a large round exquisitely carved spoked window that overlooked Gotham river. The spectacular office deemed too opulent for one of the early librarians, who started a tradition that the head librarians office should be out on the library main floor behind the main counter.

She set the tome upon the massive oak matching desk, a thick plank supported by four carvings of Greek scholars – who looked more like Hercules. She turned towards the window to appreciate the view of this quite part of the river. “I’ll leave you two alone” and with that she walked towards the door.

“The library closes in 20 minutes…” she continued

“Can I check the book out?”

“Do you have a library card”

“No, of course not…” he chucked at the trivial formality

He came to meet her just a few steps from the door. “Perhaps if we are properly introduced, My Dear….I am Jacques Rene De Edas” ‘Whaa what a sexy name!...Keep it down Sexy girl!”



“I’m Barbara Gordon..” she paused considering ‘should I use my middle name?’ –‘God Sexy girl you are no help at all!’ Babs retorted.

Jacques Rene took her wrist gently and in the worse cliché he kissed the back of her hand, letting his warm breath strike her skin. Shivers ran down her spine, the warm breath was intimate yet primal like a predator gathering a scent, tracking prey. ‘Oh yummy yaya! – Sexy girl smoothed. Babs had no retort - her defenses were down.

She paused quietly looking into the stranger with a name eyes…”I’ll see what I can do” she left the room. It took her several paces from the door to realize she was not breathing.

She quickly immersed herself for the next half hour with the shutdown procedure for the library. The Gotham Library was built entirely from a generous gift from the Wayne Family. Bruce’s Grandfather she recalled. The library was massive, an odd merging of Art Deco, Gothic and Industrial Machine-Age design that the city was known for. Everything was on a massive scale, as if the now human occupants were inhabiting a city built by giants.

She fell into autopilot after security shepard the visitors out, locked the doors and left for the night. It was not until Barbara finished processing the checkout cards and past-due list that she realized she was locked in the building with her Frenchman still in the upstairs reading room. She approached the room quietly. Was he still here? Did he slip away? Part of her mind was pondering he was an illusion one she’d be disappointed if turned out to be true. The glow of a single reading lamp bulb lit the frosted glass in blotchy squares, no movement could be seen.

She entered the room closing the door behind her. She watched him intently, after a moment he pulled his gaze from the book, he seemed to immerse himself in things, her, the book, one could tell he was looking with not only his eyes but his mind. Nothing was missed under his gaze.

“Come to send me to the streets, Mon Petit?” he leaned back stretching not intending in any way to leave.

“Have you no place to stay?”

“Oui, I have an h’otel ‘The Gotham Grand’ but there is some much to study so little time…”

“Why so little time? What are you studying?”

“God what a man!...You know this work? No?...” Jacques rose from his chair and began pacing the room.

Babs took him in, although the room was massive in scale he seemed powerful, impassioned as he went on about De Sade’s work, delving into the mysticism and philosophy of his work, not the practical implementation side.

She wanted him to go on, he was distracted with his dialog so that she could look him up and down, without thinking she removed her jacket and sat at the table end chair putting her feet up on the desk, not caring that her modest length skirt had slid up, showing the top of her nylons mid-thigh the black garter straining to hold the gossamer weave on her well formed legs.

His words were registering at the back of her mind. Angles she’d never considered when she read the books herself. “Self-realization thru total surrender?” “Disguise and distraction as a road to self-awareness?”

“..We all have a secret, we tried to hide it, capture it, but in the end it captures us, we are its slaves, until we let the secret free we are not free…” he stopped and raked his hand thru his dark brown curls.

“And what is your secret Mon Petit?...”

“I have no secrets, I am a librarian plain and simple” she managed in a somewhat convincing tone.

He gazed at her for an uncomfortable amount of time, so much so that Babs broke her gaze and began to putter with her outfit, she smoothed a wrinkle from her skirt only to notice that she was showing quite a bit of leg and her black garters to boot. Something any man was not likely to miss and especially not this one.

“I would not guess your secret Mon Petit, that is for the captured to confess, but I will tell you this, you are not plain, definitely not simple ‘ he chuckled and he lean towards her ‘…and not just a librarian.”

“Oh, no I’m not eh?” she swallowed

He approached in a deliberate but non-threatening manner “looking into your eyes, which are as deep as a river, I see so much potential, energy and something else…something hidden….someone else inside you”

Barbara was never as afraid, excited and aroused in her life. How could this man from no where, step into her life and see so deeply into it? She found her face close to his, and could not recall who started it first, but she found her hands clutching his dark locks, her lips pressed against his and she drank the passion from his mouth for eternity, she was drowning but not struggling against it. She felt at one with Babs and ‘Sexy girl’, no excitement Batgirl could conjure could match this… This was passion, this was the kind of excitement a girl should have, not chasing criminals alone in the dead of night.

When they finally broke away, Jacques gaze was even more intent, it felt like a lead blanket upon her. She was confabulated, she straightened her cloths and stood, smoothing her skirt back down. Her feet felt nailed to the floor. ‘What now?’ she pondered still swimming in the boiling waters of his passion. She never felt more exposed. He moved towards her again she stepped to the side.

“You are afraid?...” He pinned her with his gaze.

“I am not afraid..” she retorted with resolution

He stood before her, his breath striking her face like a bellows. His hand clasped her shoulders, slid down her arms. She could only gaze at him, with a pained look of want and hesitation. His hands found her waist, gripping her small mid-drift firmly, her pushed her back against the desk. Like the fabled eye of the Balisk she was paralyzed by his gaze. Her eyes widened as she felt him quite deliberately slide her skirt up to her waist, the cool room air stroking her thighs. He pinned her to the desk, then sunk his head to the nape of her neck and biting down on her with abandon, she gasped as he grabbed her thighs, heaved her onto the desk and took her. She was fighting him and yielding to him at the same time – it was all mixed up. His hands suggested her blouse to be gone and she was unbuttoning and pulling it free, her bra followed. Her skirt was somehow unzipped and slipped past her legs. He gripped her firmly nearly hurting her flesh, but she understood it was communicating his passion, his want, his abandon, his need for her, only her. She was answering his questions before she realized. “I want you!” she replied. “What do you want? “ he implored “I want you, want me, take me..” “Tell me, tell me!” he continued relentlessly. “Oh, take me, want me, fuck me, mount me..” “You’re mine?” “Yes, I..m yours, I am captured, I’m yours take me, do what you want to me!”

“On your front, spread your legs for me, wide” She obeyed without hesitation sprawling on all fours on the desk. Her exquisite legs shod in garters and stockings spread open before him, her back arched. She was wet, but not ready for his violent thrust into her. She yelped, at this initial mount, but kept her position as commanded. As he pumped her, she began to wrap her legs around him. “No!, spread you legs wide, wider!” she obeyed and using her trained flexibility she spread eagled upon the desk, his hands on her thighs, pulling her back upon his shaft. She was uncomfortable, but the discomfort was a swirl in a torrent of sweet passion. Taking his measure of her he slowed, before she climaxed, her sex pulsing, he pulled himself from her just before her climax. She glanced back at him with a confused pained look. “Stand up!” she obeyed the command slowly.

He pushed her forward bending her over the desk and smacked a perfect orb of her prone rump. She yelped. “Tell you want me” she pondered a moment. !smack! Ah! “Answer!, you’ve given yourself to me, I will not give you back until you give yourself completely,..” he grasped her sex firmly and stroked her swollen lips. “Ah, I want you!”
“What do you want mon animal de compagnie,.. my pet?”

“Oh, take me, have me…anything you want…”
“Go over to the window..” he commanded. Naked except for her garters, nylons and heels she stalked to the window, Catwoman could not have done better. He followed her, she stood before the large round window like a fly trapped in a huge spider web. She became aware that she was visible, naked in the window, overlooking the wide Gotham river, someone could see her standing there. Thrill washed away her embarrassment, before she could speak, he twisted her around to face the glass, pressed her against it. Cold glass on her nipples, his warm hands stroking her rump, thighs and crotch. He stroked her firmly, boosting the flames of her passion. He mounted her, thrusting sharply, her legs taught, heels rising off the floor in tempo. He was thrusting at half her pace, dragging it out, she came across several of this thrusts, letting out a low wale thru out.  He clutched her tightly as she came, not breaking away like most lovers, his arms like bonds about her, she surrendered to him, like nothing before in her life.

For a long moment after they stayed as one, him still inside her, kissing whispers “Mon petit, mon grand petit….” She let the fog continue, she did not want it to pass. She finally let out a laughing breath, and tried to break away. He squeezed her, she relented, twisting back to meet his gaze. ‘You’re not done?’ her eyes queried his. Still mounting her he grasped across her legs mid-thigh, his other arm below her breasts, and lifter her off the floor, he carried her over to a overstuffed leather chair, laying her over the arm. Her hot skin on the cool leather, the deep scent and cool sensuous skin of the chair like another member of the lovers tryst. She was still recovering, as he began drawing in and out of her, getting harder at each thrust. Sprawled across the arms of the chair, she tried to push her head and torso up level. Roughly he pushed her down, burying her face in the leather seat, heaving her rump up higher taking her balance off the floor. She was upended into the chair, at his mercy. Anything she tried was reduced to a futile struggle which seemed to frustrate and inflame her at the same time. Disregarding her discomfort he continued to pump away at into her. Surrendering she folded her arms behind the small of her back, he captured her wrists in a single hand, using them a leverage for her continued mounting. The irony of sex was with each orgasm a man took longer and a woman shorter amounts of time. Our captured librarian was pumped into 2 more orgasms before she begged him to stop. Drenched with sweat he allowed her to right herself. Even her tone body was sore from the odd posture of her surrender.

“…we should go now…it’s getting late…” she manage to hold his gaze. Proudly she stood before him, her naked tone body glistening with sweat. “Thank you…” She breathed grasping his head in her petit hands and kissed him passionately.

As they broke away, Babs retrieved her articles of clothing strewn about the desk, then recalled his comment about “Little time…” ‘was he leaving tonight?, will be here tomorrow?’ panic swelled in her.

“Will you be back tomorrow,..when are you going?” she spurted out hesitantly.

“No mon petit, I will be here tomorrow and the next day and the next, I have the luxury to take the time I need to conduct by studies…”

“But you said so little time” she asked confused

“Little time in Life mon petit…” his words were warm

“Will you be here tomorrow?”

“I’m here everyday…I’ll be here tomorrow” she reassured him

“You were afraid…yes?” He probed

“No…” she returned without thinking

“Really?...” he peered into her

“Yes...No… I am not afraid…!” she shot back

“No you are not, not of me….mon petit….but you are afraid…” He pressed

“Afraid of want?” she stepped back in a ready stance

“Of yourself, of the person inside you keep trapped, but she traps you mon petit, she traps you …and so trapped you are and trapped you shall remain…your fear the lock to the door.” He chided her

“I’m not afraid, I’m not trapped” She was welling up at her lies upon her lips. She was trapped, she often started a though and stopped it immediately, about herself long term. With Batgirl taking all her free time she was trapped, she would be alone, unloved, unappreciated, even Batgirl was not really appreciated. She wiped the tears from her face.

“One sometimes cannot help to be afraid mon petit, but one can have strength to challenge their fear. Fear is the little death, it steals the tic’s and tocks of our lives. We watch from the sidelines as our life goes marching blindly by, we nurture it, but we rarely face it. Can you? Can you face your fear…?”

“I am not afraid…” her voice quavered but was strong.

“Good them tomorrow, you shall wear more of your exquisite lingerie but no panties, also you are to shave yourself, I want you shorn clean…” he kissed her forehead. She blushed as she led him to the main door, locked up and they walked in opposite directions down the side walk.

Babs was confused, angry, swept off her feet, trapped and in bliss. She was very uneasy getting the total attention of this disarming man. She reviewed his looks, words and actions over-and-over in her mind. His love making was passionate, but harsh or perhaps done with abandon, ‘that’s the way it’s supposed to be’ she thought, wanting someone so much, you forget yourself, you become only your hunger. She showered, began to exercise only to find herself quite sore, blushing a little as to why she was sore, went to bed, but could not sleep, at about 11:30 she rose, got her vibrator and satisfied herself quite harshly, imaging yet another session with Jacques for the night.

In the morning she confronted herself in the mirror, the shower steaming the bath. ‘Are you gonna do this girl?’ she asked out loud. She was asking plain Babs, not Batgirl. Did lonely Babs the librarian have courage to keep going. Perhaps driven by Batgirls fearless antics, Babs took a razor and shaving cream and complied with her lover’s request.

She put on garters, stockings and bra of crimson red. With her freshly shorn sex and no panties she felt very exposed. With a smirk she pulled the matching red panties on. When she got to work, she was much more aware of the men in library, where they were, where they looked. She was nearly always catching a pair of eyes staring back at her when she looked up for her daily tasks. Are they staring at me more? Or am I just noticing for the first time. She distractedly looked down from one of her numerous trips up one the many shelf ladders, to notice from the bottom floor a face staring up at her; in fact she was sure she caught two or three faces watching her mount the ladder. She managed to hold blushing outwardly. Like a sixth sense she seemed aware all at once of the eyes upon her. For an experiment she went up another ladder to retrieve a book. Yes, she was being watched. Was she exuding some pheromone like a queen bee? Could they tell by looking at her the heating coupling she enjoyed the night before? There was something different, Babs was walking or better stated ‘stalking’ in her heels more like Batgirl. She was loose and taught, like a feline on the prowl. She was getting off, feeling naughty with her hairless sex, evocative underwear and somewhat satiated air about her. Feeling sexually superior was empowering to her. She decided to visit her Frenchmen.

As she entered the secluded room on the second floor, she noticed that Jacques was moving in, a laptop and more study materials were arranged on the desk, he also had a large rolling suitcase. His expression did not change as he intently studied the book, he seemed very distracted by them. She stalked up to him and leaned over the desk directly next to him, thrusting her rump up at his face level. She was peaking at this papers, notes scribbled in French when she yelped at the sting of a smack on her rump.

“Naughty distracting girl!...you dare invade my solitude?..” his words were stern but not severe. She decided to play along. “I’m sorry Monsieur I did not mean to be distracting…” she gave her rump a shake to distract him more. He slid his hand between her skirt and cheek, caressing her, a low growling left his throat. She closed her eyes feeling him probe her.

“You have been disobedient also, were you not told to wear panties? No” …”Yes, but..Ah!” another whack across her rump interrupted her. “Take them off, slowly…” she turned to meet his gaze and slowly peeled the lace waist strap down below her hips, the crimsoning thong nestled between her cheeks reluctantly came out last, she bend over knees locked and slipped the panties to her ankles. Assuring him a prime view of her shaved naked sex. She straighten slowly and stepped out of her panties, keeping her legs somewhat apart. “I did follow my other instructions as you can see Monsieur”

“I will be the judge of that,.. bend over hold your ankles..” She did as he commanded, showing off her flexibility. The nut of her sex jutted like a peach from between her shapely cheeks. He spread her cheeks, then the mouth of her sex, and stroked her slowly and deeply. She was wet immediately. She was sure to climax within a few moments but he stopped short of her achieving pleasure.

“You must be punished for your failure to follow commands,. that will come tonight, but I will give you another assignment as you could not follow the first. You will go out there and make certain that at least one man out there gets a look at your lovely naked sex. Is that clear?” she looked at him pained, and after a pause, whimpered a reply.

She left the room panty-less and was trying to figure out how to get only one man to look up her skirt that day. After nearly an hour she finally took the courage to mount the second story ladder overlooking the balcony and first floor. She made certain there were at least 3 or 4 male candidates. She advertised her self a bit walking down among the tables and bending over as proactively, yet demurely as possible to attract their attention. She took her time stepping up the ladder and twisted her hips a bit to close her skirt about her thighs, then shifted to reach for a book and open a gap between her thighs. She was bursting with shame and excitement. The odd thrill of control yet exposure, she only opened her skirt for a second – they would only a quick glance of her. Not really being sure exactly what they saw. From then on their gaze was locked to her for the rest of there visit. The heat in her sex grew as it came closer to closing time. She still had to face her punishment.

As closing time came Barbara told the security guard Markus that Mr. De Edas was a scholar from France, a guest of the library and will be using the Upper Reading room for the near future. “Its okay for him to stay after closing, I’ll keep an eye on him”.

“Okay, Ms Gordon, I met him earlier today, seems like an interesting guy but you can never tell…if he gives you any trouble” His nod intoned that the 290 6’4’ black man built like a line-backer would bring his fury to bear on anyone who gave Barbara Gordon any trouble. She saw Markus out, locked the side door and turned to face the punishment from her Frenchman.

It was more Batgirl who entered the room, senses peaking, ready for anything. She was pretty confident that she could handle Jacques physically. It was emotionally that she was still in turmoil. He did not look up when she entered the room. She stopped just behind the closed door, her gaze upon him.

“Come here” he intoned without looking up. She stalked slowly, very slowly towards him, teasing him with taking her time. She sat against the edge of the desk, her sleek legs stretched taught. He pushed his chair back making a space between the desk and him. Pointing to that space he commanded. “Stand right there” he was staring at that point she was to be. She stepped and twisted playfully just before him.

“Remove your skirt” he sat back with an indifferent tone. She unzipped and stepped out of her skirt leaving her lower half naked except for her stockings and garters. “Sit up on the desk” catching his next move she sat on the desk and placed her feet on the armrest of his chair. He was the sole audience of her shorn sex, now heated with excitement. He leaned forward placing his face just before her sex. His warm breath caressing her. So close, she was yearning for his touch. He grazed his cheek against her inner thigh, she let out a small whimper. ‘God I want this guy now…’ she held herself back, she wanted to pull his face into her sex.

Speaking directly to her sex, his every word and breathing stroked her “You have been a disobedient and naughty girl, you did not do as instructed and were very slow to attend to your punishment. Very slow…” she laughed slightly at her mocking entrance to the room. “You need to be punished, yes…and as this is the first time it is important the first lesson be severe, it sets the proper tone for the pupil in the future…”

“I was not…Ah!” she gasped as he interrupted her response by dragging his tongue betweens her mounds. She clasped her hands around his head. “Put your hands back on the desk!” he commanded. She complied slowly, her sex was swelling at his ministrations. He continued to administer his tongue lashing to her as she struggled to not fold her thighs upon his head. “Oh, God if this is punishment…!” she breathed.

He stopped “No it’s not, it is a taste of pleasure which I will deny you for your punishment, but at times the lines become blurred….”  Come here.

She followed him around the desk to a heavy wooden chair, as she stood before the chair she noticed a length of rope upon the seat. He took the rope into his hand. “Sit!...facing the back of the chair” She slowly did as he commanded, but alarm was quickly rising, should she let him tie her to the chair? She’d be nearly helpless once he did and she did not have her Bat belt or other accessories that Batgirl carried on her excursions hidden about her costume. Did she really trust this guy?

Sensing her concern “I will tie only a slip knot my dear, you will be as bound as you wish to be, the rope is only a…a symbol. Oui..” Feeling embarrassed she over reacted she smiled and relaxed as she let him bound her. With practiced efficiency he lashed her ankles to the front legs of the chair, then her wrists to the rear legs, this made her rump thrust out, making her spanking much easier. Plus her position on the chair offered other possibilities. To make her escape impossible, he lashed her torso to the chair back so she could not twist, for fun her crossed around her breasts tightly to constrict her breathing somewhat. With the remaining ends he tied a slip not on the back of the chair back, which was clearly impossible for her to reach with her wrists bound the bottom of the chair’s rear legs. She just caught on when he finished the final knot. By the time he was done, her sex was nearly dripping from her fantasy made real.

“Oh, you liar you tricked me!” she exclaimed. “No, it is a slip knot?...is it not?” he mocked

“but I can’t reach it!...you said it’s a symbol…”she whimpered

“Well,…Some symbols can be very powerful my dear…” as she squirmed her prone bottom and shore sex jutting out over the seat of the chair was quite provocative. Jacques moved slowly and deliberately to a large black bag and retrieved a leather riding crop.

She tensed as he stroked her body with the tag of the crop. “Now your first punishment is also an important lesson. The lesson is surrender, when you have surrendered your punishment will be over..”

“But what if I…Ah!” She was cut off as he landed the first lash across the fleshy part of the cheek nearest to him. The stinging pain faded to a line of heat that she knew was the exact size and shape of the crop end.

“Count!” he commanded and landed another whack  “Two!..” she announced. “Eh? Duex? You count from when I tell you count not before, start again…” Whack “One!” she announced. “Two…, Oh….Three!,….Four! Ah!” The crop was stinging but he was not hitting with full force, for he knew from experience he could draw blood easily. He stopped and caressed her redding rump, then began to stroke her sex. Barbara’s mind was confused, the pain was mixing with heat as he stroked her sex, she was ashamed and aroused. He was biting her ear, she soon slid her face to his and was kissing him, his tongue and fingers probing her mouth and sex. He broke away and administered another series of whacks only to stop again to stoke her fire again. His hand was soothing her welted rump, he knelt next to her.

“Oh, you bastard…how could you do this to me?” she panted

“Oh because you want it my dear...” he answered

“No…I don’t I…”

“ ..Don’t lie to me Mom Petit, you want this I know it..”

“No, I… How do you know?”

“Well for one, you did not ask to be freed... you only complained about being tricked”

Her blush was her only answer as he stood to continue. The first set of blows were the hardest, the ones after that were comparatively light, as the already tender flesh need only be reminded. He did not want her truly bruised for days, unless she really wanted it. He could tell by the swelling and heat of her sex, she was getting very aroused by being bound at his mercy, plus he had another clue to her secret desire which she would soon learn.

As he alternated again to re-stroking her fires. Barbara was realizing that she was living out one of her dark fantasies, she closed her eyes as she tried to part the real part of her experience with her fantasy, fearing an unknown danger in letting the two merge. But Jacques seemed to know her thoughts and was pulling her inhibitions down too easily.

“Oh, please stop, don’t…let me go… I don’t want to…to do this…” she pleaded unconvincingly. She was fighting her bonds half heartedly. He stepped away out of her sight.

As she began to voice her pleas again, a cold firm object was forced into her mouth. “HMMMM!” she cried and renewed her efforts to free herself. The massive chair of solid oak barely creaked under her struggling.

Jacques let out a chuckle of delight as he finished buckling the ball gag about her head, there was no way she could eject the invader from her mouth, she finally quieted down and glared at him in fury. She tried to look dignified and defiant, bound and gagged to the chair.

Jacques ignored her silent pleas as he pulled another length of rope from the bag. “Now the punishment begins, my sweet” he began, as he lashed the rope between her legs, pulling it tight against her sex, her lips pursed around the coils that bit into her flesh, he continued to lash her body in ever-tighter loops until she was nearly immobile. As a final part of her punishment he tipped the chair over so the back was against the floor, raising Barbara’s prone rump up into the air. She squealed as he tipped her over, realizing her sex was prominently displayed.

“Now I have some reading to do for an hour, you are not to pleasure yourself during that time” with that he stalked back to his chair and resumed his studies while Babs’ was bound naked to the chair.

‘you are not to pleasure yourself?’ she repeated in her head ‘what the hell does that mean – I’m completely tied up!’ she wondered. She was in the chair a short while then decided to test her bonds. She flexed her entire body, Jacques was an expert in the art of bondage and she quickly found there was little slack. All the ropes tightened, the bonds between her legs slid minutely but exquisitely against her sex. He paused at the import. A teasing tickle of pleasure was all her movement afforded. She tried flexing another way, twisting, but the ropes lashed between her legs looped over her shoulders, causing them to move against her sex again. ‘Devil!’ she thought. And Barbara Gordon aka Batgirl found herself captured once again. She fell quite and allowed herself to meld with her fantasy, captured, at the mercy of a powerful man. What would he do to her? She was helpless, she whimpered and tried vainly to struggle free. Only to find it aroused her, unable to resist she tried to turn to see if he was watching, she could not tell. Holding her breath she tried to listen if he was watching. After several heartbeats, she heard a page turn, meaning he was reading the books.

Slowly Bab’s flexed her body, tightening the ropes tugging on her sex, she began to clench and release slowly as quietly as possible. After a few moments she did not care if he was watching, she continued to stimulate herself until finally her body racked with an orgasm, she spasmed against the ropes that did not yield and gasped heavily for breath. Submerged in her fantasy she did not hear him step beside her.

“You insolent girl!..” he said somewhat softly as he removed her gag. “What am I to do with you…”

Feeling completely exposed and ashamed Barbara pleaded and wept. “Let me go now!, please, just,..just let me out of here, Now! Now! Now!...”

Within moments he freed her, ashamed and whimpering she gathered her clothes and ran home.

End of Part I

Sneak Peek at Part II: Barbara returns to face Jacques and her fears, spends a weekend in bondage at Jacques recently rented mansion at Gotham Park – (a few mansion down the street from Bruce Wayne’s). She surrenders to Jacques totally (a la ‘O’) becomes Jacques special sex pet at an elite Bondage party.

Future happenings:  Bab’s goes deeper down the rabbit hole and begins to take on new identity of a purely sexual orientation. Jacques gets hired by the Joker, Penguin and the Riddler to capture Batgirl and subdue her in a protracted bondage epic that will lead to her total sexual surrender and self-unmasking.