Message-ID: <4797eli$9710121323@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "S.Sneakly" Subject: RP:_Batgirl_vs._The_Crime...(1/5,FF,Bond,Adv) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <344057A5.161@geocities.com> I've read and enjoyed several Batgirl stories over the past few years, notably those by The Weatherman and Mr.X. If you like this story check out my homepage (which is still under developement) at: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/5268/ Finally, if you are under 18 DO NOT READ! ************************************************************************* _Batgirl_vs._The_Crime_School_for_Girls_ Part I- Dicks at the Docks By S. Sneakly (sneakly@geocities.com) Barbara Gordon was just settling down on the fire escape of her cozy apartment in the fashionably run down Marina District of Gotham City. She had the third floor of the old brown stone all to herself. In any other city in the world a twenty-something librarian would never be able to afford to own her own building, much less one with such a great view of Short Island Sound. But, Babs was smart. She invested a small inheritance wisely and lived a frugal existence. That and a very soft real-estate market made her life comfortable. The collapse of Wayne Enterprises was, like most financial debacles, a tragedy for some and an opportunity for others. Serves Bruce right, Barbara thought. Nobody could figure out where that pompous ass had dumped all those millions. Knowing Bruce, Barbara thought, probably some stupid hole in the ground. Barbara turned her attentions from the Wayne fortune to her own. Digging through old copies of The Gotham Journal of Medicine she found an old monograph. It was something she had been looking for for a while. It was "Castrati and Eunuchs: a Brief History of Men with Brief Briefs." She didn't like Robin very much, but his new lot in life seemed unusually cruel. He and Batman had been captured by King Tut, who planned to make them eunuchs to serve his moll, Cleopatra. The plan essentially succeeded. Batman and Robin, after capture, went under the knife. Batgirl managed a the rescue shortly afterwards. But, as usual, Batman left Robin to suffer the worst, running off to the Batcave with his balls in an ice bucket. Batgirl drove Robin to Gotham General as fast as she could, but motorcycle ride and the under funded hospital didn't have the tools to reattach his family jewels. Batman, of course, save his own family line since the Batcave had the Batmicrosurgical Batsuite. But Robin, the poor sot, was now forced to go through life sucking up to his fair weather boss, because there were few prospects for a super-hero known as the ‘Ball-less Wonder'. It was classic Batman. Barbara had learned a lot about the "Dark Knight" since she started her career as Batgirl. She used to think that Robin would be the first to enter a hide-out or a swarm of crooks because he was younger, more agile, and less heavily armored than Batman. The more she worked with them the more she realized that Robin was mostly cannon fodder. Batman would let the villains get worn down beating the crap out of the little teenager, and then step in at the last minute to save the day. All very heroic. He had also been more than willing to let her get the shit kicked in, except that she saw it coming. She'd realized that he was probably like that when he started hinting that he wanted licensing money for using the "Bat-anything" logo. She had started crime fighting for mostly altruistic reasons. Sure she dug the adventure aspect, the kinky clothes and the fact that the Police Commissioner (a male chauvinist pig) was her father. The Commissioner had hated the idea of women in police work. He hated the idea that his daughter (UN-married) studied criminal psychology and studied judo. He also hated the idea that she graduated Phi Beta Kappa and won the national judo-karate championship three years in a row. In fact he was not much on ideas in general. Fortunately, she took after her mother. It was in fact Jim Gordon and his cronies (including Batman) that kept her from getting any civil job beyond librarian. Originally, she planned to move somewhere else, but quitting has never been her style. Instead, Batgirl was born. BatGIRL was not her idea. At twenty-one she was no longer a girl, but that was what the commissioner's office was referring to her as. At the time, she thought it was a take-it-or-leave-it situation. She wouldn't have allowed that now, but she had learned to live with it. Besides, the "girl" moniker was a little more feminine than "Batdyke"(Robin's vote, he thought any woman who didn't drop her drawers for him immediately was a dyke), Batbeav' (Chief O'Hara) or "Batbuns" (Mayor Linseed). Batman over ruled them all, he figured it would be bad PR if they were to overt in belittling her. Instead, they christened her "Batgirl." Picking up her glass of Chardonnay, she flipped open the pamphlet. She was just about to find out all there was to know about Robin's grim future, when she noticed the Batsignal. It was reflecting off the perpetual cloud that hung over Wayne Waste Management Corp. She climbed back in her apartment and closed the blind. Going to the dressing bureau, she clicked the switch secreted behind the mirror. The bureau and wall spun around revealing her Batgirl dressing table. She stripped down completely, and pulled her chestnut red hair from the staid and practical bun of Barbara Gordon to flowing red locks of Batgirl. She pulled on the black hip-hugger lycra-spandex stirrup pants, followed by the short, purple ankle boots. The boots were a compromise of vanity and practicality. The short stiletto heal reeked sexuality, but were not necessarily the best for motorcycles and hand to hand combat. She liked to vamp people out. The rest of the outfit was similar. The hip-huggers and the short, tight, sleeveless top looked great but left her midriff completely bare, although they gave great range of motion. The cowl gave most of her head protection but for esthetic reasons, she hadn't made it too heavy. The purple gloves went up to just below the elbow. Centered on her chest between her firm, largish breasts was the insignia of the Bat. Originally, the insignia was smaller and centered over one breast. But when she realized that not paying royalties annoyed the hell out of Batman, she made it much more visible. She had also added the insignia to her yellow titanium utility belt, which looped through her black hip-huggers. Unlike the clunky tool laden belt that Batman wore, hers had standard belt dimensions. She had been considerably more selective about what she felt was necessary than he. No Bat-shark repellent and a host of other usually useless items on her outfit. After donning her cowl, checking that her appearance befit an officer of the law (that title annoyed everyone in the commissioner's office), she hopped on her massive purple Harley-Davidson Batgirl-cycle and headed out of the building's secret exit. In seconds she was pulling up to city hall and bounding jauntily into her father's office. Surprisingly, Robin was already parked on the Commissioner's couch, his arm resting on a cooler labeled "Batbeer". As she walked across the room he pitched his first empty in to the "Batbasket." He used to pitch his empties in the corner, but when Barbara's father asked him to use the waste basket, he insisted that it must be one of the licensed "Batbaskets." Since his "operation," Robin had started to binge drink, and was frequenting bars near City Hall. He was probably doing that when the Batsignal went on. The citizenry in the bar (more likely the bar keep)probably insisted that he respond. The Batsignal was used only when Batman was away from the Batphone, so it was unlikely that The Bat himself would show up. "Hello Batgirl! Thanks for coming!" Commissioner Gordon was relieved that at least one crime buster had shown up sober. He hadn't liked Batgirl when she had first appeared, but over time he had softened his view some. He considered her more reliable than the Dynamic Duo, especially after that whole King Tut incident. When she first started bringing in the bad guys, Gordon was firmly with the other testosterone freaks. But over time he realized that she didn't make demands of his financially strapped department, no special phone lines, search lights or autograph machines. She simply showed up when there was a project, did what she could and left until the next time. "No problem Commissioner Gordon. What's up?" Barbara didn't like to spend to much time as Batgirl with her father, or in his office. She'd grown up there and always worried that someone would see through the costume. As Barbara, She did like to come by and visit still. She would lay on the big leather couch and read while her father would go about his business. They had been getting along a lot better the last few years. He wasn't so hard on her desire for police work, and she understood his fears about his only child working in such a dangerous profession. "We just received this letter from Londinium," he handed the paper across to her. Robin pop open another Black Label(Dark Beer for the Dark Knight!!!). "It's from Ireland Yard. Lady Penelope Peasoup has broken out of jail! Since Batman captured her and her brother Lord Phogg, they thought she might head this way." "You may be right, Commissioner." Batgirl wasn't about to start a discussion of who captured whom. "Foiling their attempts to steal the Crown Jewels from the Tower of Londinium was a tremendous embarrassment amongst the Londinium underworld," she observed. Barbara scanned down the letter. "Sir, this letter was dated six weeks ago!!" "Yes, it was missorted into the Batmail. I'm afraid the only thing we've done so far is sent Londinium a signed 8x10 glossy." Chief O'Hara chimed in, hoping to assuage some of the commissioner's embarrassment at having to explain the delay. Batgirl scanned the letter carefully, hoping to glean more details. "Chief O'Hara, would you mind if I took this letter for a while, I'd like to have a closer look at it." "No, I think we could allow that if Batman doesn't have need of it." O'Hara looked across at Robin to see if he would object. Robin let out a deep guttural belch, "Errr, I think Batman would like to run the letter through the Batcomputer," he sought his brain for a moment for a good reason to deny the girl use of the letter. "Uhmmm, to check for signs of tampering. You know it may've been sent to distract us from the real crime!" "A red herring?!" Chief O'Hara said, as if he really believed it a possibility. "No thanks, I don't eat fish." He looked at Batgirl. "At least not in public." He gave her an overly theatrical wink. "A mimeograph will suffice," Barbara wasn't in the mood to deal with drunks. Collecting her copy, Batgirl headed home. She didn't need the Batcomputer to analyze this one. She just wanted the phone number listed on top of the page along with the name of Chief Superintendent Watson. A quick call to Ireland Yard revealed that Lady Peasoup had escaped from Slutmore Prison. Disappearing in a mysterious fog, she was spirited away from the prison grounds by persons unknown. Ireland Yard later traced her to the luxury liner Queer Elizabeth. Hoping that Gotham officials could help, they had sent an urgent letter ahead via airmail. So much for nipping this one in the bud, thought Barbara, as she dialed the Gotham Port Authority. She found out that someone fitting the description Penelope Peasoup had indeed disembarked from the Queer Elizabeth. She was traveling under the name Misty Haze. Another couple of phone calls revealed that customs had not released all of her luggage. A steamer trunk was still being held at the Gotham Custom House. Barbara decided that she should have a look at what was in that steamer, the sooner the better. It was already after 10:00 PM and the docs would be nearly empty. Perfect for a night time reconnaissance. She mounted her batgirlcycle and was heading through the evening mist to the Gotham Custom House. The air had cooled slightly and her body felt the chill. Although the giant windscreen on the bike reduced the draft, the cold breeze on her naked arms and midriff gave her goose bumps and she could feel her nipples becoming erect under the fabric of her suit. She wasn't sure if the wind was causing that. The excitement of a new case was about as good an aphrodisiac as she new. She always found herself extraordinarily horny when she was on a new or big case. Anticipation of the unexpected could make her juices flow at the most troubling times. She thought back to the time a few months ago when she was trying to track down Catwoman, who had purloined a set of Bengally tiger skin rugs from the Sultan of Bengally, when he was visiting Gotham. Batgirl tracked her down to a lair beneath the Wet Pussy strip club. Batgirl waited until Catwoman's Kittens left to perform their acts in the club up stairs. Then sneaking in through a basement window, she confronted Catwoman with the stolen goods. Although Batgirl had the jump on Catwoman, Catwoman had the home court advantage. She maneuvered Batgirl over a cleverly hidden trap door. Just as Batgirl was about to get the batcuffs on the feline felon, the floor dropped away beneath her. She fell a good ten feet before her fall was broken by a large net. As the net closed around her, Catwoman threw one of her catnap bombs in. Barbara woke up to find herself lying on her side, elbows and hands tied her back, and her legs pulled up into a strict hog-tie. Standing around her were Catwoman and three of her kittens. Catwoman knelt down and ran her ebony hand over Batgirl's exposed tummy. She let her long nails slide over the soft white skin. They left four white tracings in her flesh. Batgirl could see that Catwoman was trying to decide what to do with her prize, like a cat trying to decide whether to let the mouse run, so as to allow another entertaining pounce or to dine quickly. "Our flying mouse has finished her catnap!" She eyed Batgirl suspiciously, "purrrhaps we should place her as bait for a bigger catch!!! That might be entertaining," she mused. "But I doubt the dynamic dunderheads would be able to find her if we mailed them a map!!" Batgirl realized that Catwoman didn't hold the Batman in very high regard either. As she toyed with the helpless Batgirl, Catwoman noticed a damp spot forming in the purple crotch of her batoutfit. "So our mouse likes to play..." She traced her claw over the damp patch of Barbara's outfit. "Purrfect, she can be the first to test effectiveness of the Bengally Fur Trap. Kittens, let's make sure our guest is as uncomfortable as possible." Batgirl soon found herself tied spread eagle on one of the stolen rugs. Her wrists and ankles were anchored to the floor through the limbs of the tiger skin. As Batgirl struggled against the bonds, Catwoman explained the device's delicious simplicity. Catwoman would lace up the skin, enclosing Batgirl completely. Then, as Batgirl struggled to escape, the self tightening laces would slowly contract, crushing Batgirl in their warm and furry grip. Apparently, the Sultan of Bengally had been less than forthcoming in his description of the stolen skins. He had failed to mention that they were the Sultan's preferred method of divorce. To make sure that Batgirl's demise would be timely, Catwoman had inserted a electronic dildo of her own design into Batgirl's snatch (the ‘Bat-snatch' she called it). It had motion detectors built in, so whenever Batgirl stopped struggling it would give her pussy some electro-stimulation. The hot fur and the almost continuous activity of the dildo gave Catwoman a better show than she had planned. For over an hour she watched as Batgirl writhed spread-eagle in the slowly contracting skin, suffering forced orgasm after forced orgasm. Catwoman toyed with herself as she watched her hated adversary being crushed. For a while, she lay next to the bound heroine, feeling Batgirl's tired body quake with each progressively more deadly orgasm. The Bengally Fur Trap was proving itself exquisitely effective, but also slower than Catwoman had planned. Seeing that it was getting late and that Batgirl was almost finished, Catwoman decided that video replay would have to be how she would view the end of Batgirl. While Catwoman was up stairs, Barbara had a run of luck. The battery in the dildo died, and one of the laces on the skin burst. It wasn't much of a break, but it was all she needed. Batgirl struggled out of the skin, thanking providence that Catwoman hadn't had a chance to replace the worn leather thongs on the antique bondage device. Batgirl didn't catch Catwoman that time, but she did recover the tiger skins, too bad the Sultan got them back shredded beyond repair. Batgirl learned a lot from that experience. First, purple is a bad choice for a super heroine costume if the heroine is easily aroused. Second, Catwoman knows how to make one mean dildo. Barbara kept that nasty vibrator in a box under her bed. The vibrations from the big bike rumbling between her thighs along with the mental picture of Catwoman toying with her bound body had created a cool damp patch in the crotch of her outfit. She killed the ignition and let her Batgirl cycle coast the last block and a half to the customs house. There was only a sliver of moon illuminating the maze of piers and rail sidings. A low gray fog had completely enveloped the waterfront. She parked her bike behind a dumpster and used the saddle to climb up onto the lid. With her bat-a-rang and bat-rope she was able to quietly scale the side of the building and entered through a fourth floor window. The custom house like most other Gotham municipal building, dark, poorly organized and inefficient. Batgirl quickly decided that it was just luck that customs still had Lady Penelope's trunk. They just hadn't gotten around to releasing it. After searching about for about half an hour, the trunk turned up in a claim area. It had been incorrectly labeled as containing agricultural products. Batgirl carefully inspected the outside of the trunk for signs of booby traps. She wasn't expecting to find any. If Lady Peasoup wanted to bring contraband to Gotham, she would use camouflage to do it. Using a set of custom picks from her utility belt, Barbara started on the lock. It wasn't at all sophisticated and she popped it open in seconds. She leaned away as she opened the lid, just in case. The heavy box was filled with books, arranged neatly in rows. The spine of all the books proclaimed themselves as "The King James Bible" in leather and gold leaf. Great, thought Barbara, Gotham Customs strikes again! That's why Penelope Peasoup hasn't bothered to collect them, they aren't hers. For completeness, Batgirl fished out one of the tomes and felt the bottom of the trunk. No false bottoms. She then started to look at the book. It was new and beautifully bound. Then she noticed the paper. Instead of the high quality parchment that is normally associated with quality leather, the pages were printed on impregnated pages often used for illustrated text books. She flipped open the cover. On the title page was "_The_ Gospel_According_to_Penelope_ Forward by Phineas Phogg." Below was written "Vol. II: Locks and Alarms, a Primer." Intrigued, Barbara picked up another volume. It was titled "Vol. III: The Arts of Assination." For each volume their were several copies. Each was designed to be educational material on criminal enterprise. leafing through the books, Barbara found one last volume labeled "Vol. VI: Booby Traps and Security." As she flipped open the page, a noxious blue fog shot into her face and her head swam. She vaguely realized she was falling, but didn't remember hitting the floor. Barbara's head throbbed surprisingly little for such a potent knock-out gas. She lay still for a few moments, waiting for her vision to clear. She looked straight ahead. The only thing in her line of vision was a pair of leather riding boots. "Hurry up with that trunk girls! We can't expect this lovely fog to last forever! May! June! If you drop that you'll each spend a day in the corner!" Barbara recognized the voice. It was Lady Penelope Peasoup. "Ahhh Batgirl! I didn't think we have you coming around before tea time!" She bent down to look at her captive. "Sorry to have to make you so uncomfortable, but business is business. And I can't have you meddling about. It would undermine the whole educational experience." "Mmmpphh!!" was all that Batgirl could muster, discovering to her dismay that her hands were tied securely behind her at the elbows and wrists. Her legs were also bound above the knee and at the ankles. A thick double gag muffled all her protests and hid her face from her nose to her chin. "Yes, I quite agree. I would so dearly love to dispose of you in a much more leisurely fashion. But, It was just luck that allowed our paths to cross so soon." She knelt down and rolled her captive over. Barbara got her first look at Lady Peasoup. She was wearing her trademark brown tweed. The skirt was on the shortish side exposing more of her thigh than it covered. Black hose covered the open patch of leg between the top of her boots and the edge of her skirt. Her pronounced bosom pushed the lapels of her tweed jacket apart, exposing a white blouse with a stern looking ascot. To round out the country estate look, she was fondling a riding crop. Her narrow face had high cheek bones that reminded Barbara of Cruella DeVille from the Disney film. And her long straight dirty blond hair was held in a loose ponytail. Batgirl had always thought that Lady Penelope was quite attractive despite her rather sharp features. The two girls were just returning from outside as Lady Penelope stood up. They were quite young for hoods, perhaps only nineteen or twenty. They each wore black body stockings and wool caps with small packs of what Batgirl assumed to be burglary tools. To say the least, they both appeared quite fit, and quite cute in a girlish sort of way. When they entered they lined up next to their leader. "Girls, when faced with the unexpected, what is the first commandment?" Lady Penelope marched in front of her two charges, patting her hand with the riding crop. "Evaluate resources and terrain." They announced in unison. "Good! Now May, evaluate the terrain." "We are located on the ground floor of the Gotham Customs House, located on Pier 69 of Gotham Harbor. There are three routes of access to the pier; water, drive way and a standard gage rail spur. It is 3:50 AM. There is a heavy ground fog that will probably last another hour or so." "Very Good. June, evaluate resources." "We have recovered our objective and a single captive, however we have insufficient transport for both." June stood smartly at attention. "Very succinct June, but I think you have covered the main issue." Lady Penelope rolled Batgirl on to her back and placed the toe of her boot square in the middle of the bound heroine's chest and pushed her into the ground. "As you may realize, Batgirl, I have a score to settle with you. But, the question is, how?" She turned her attention to May and June. "Girls, what would you suggest?" "The water at the end of the pier is more than five meters deep!" June answered with her eyes aglow. "I saw a case of explosives in one of the cages when we came in!" Responded May, not wanting to be left out of the process. "Both are very good suggestions, but a little to quick for my tastes. And for such an auspicious guest, I think we need something with a little more flair, a touch of style." She moved her toe down Batgirl's body, across her flat, bare tummy, over the black and yellow buckle of her utility belt. It stopped just as it reached the edge of the pubis. "Yes, a stylish exit for our damsel in distress..." Her foot absently massaged the damsel's sex. "Hmmm... A damsel in distress... June, when does the next train come by?" An evil smile lurked across her face. From memory June recited, "there's supposed to be a coal train heading to the Wayne Foundation Trade School and Iron Works at 4:20. The next train to head this way after that is a commuter train at 5:50." "That should be perfect! Our poor damsel, bound and struggling on the railroad tracks! How shall she escape as she watches a train barreling down upon her?" Lady Penelope's hand slid up and down over the tweed crotch of her skirt. "Yes, I think that do very nicely!" Her hand lingered a few moments longer as she savored the idea. "June, I want you to get that extra coil of rope from the back of the car and that black bag that is with it." With a wave of her hand June was scurrying off. "May, I want you to get the bolt cutters from over there and go out to the siding switch. Cut free the switch and divert the track onto the siding. Now hurry!!" After watching her assistants leave, Lady Penelope Peasoup knelt down by the bound figure of Barbara Gordon, a.k.a. Batgirl. "Such a lovely girl. I thought it would be such a waste to hurry your dispatch, but now I think that this will be such a grand, classic exit to a classic beauty!" She touched the side of Barbara's face and traced her hand over her the fine contours. Barbara struggled and kicked ineffectually beneath the coils of rope. "Such pretty eyes, I wonder who you are beneath the cowl?" Lady Penelope mused. "But the symbolism of it is just to perfect to despoil by peeking." Barbara stopped struggling at this. This made no sense whatsoever. "You don't get it do you? The symbolism of subjugating an anonymous symbol of law and order?" Lady Penelope was getting exasperated by Batgirl's failure to see the point. "Why hasn't anyone ever taken your cowl off? Because, if they did then you become a person in a ridiculous costume. But with it you are the a feminine ideal of virtue and beauty. It's a lot more fun to defile icons of virtue and beauty." Barbara thought about this momentarily, as she looked up at the homicidal maniac that had tied her up and planned to use her as speed bump for a train. If she hadn't been gagged she would have told Penelope Peasoup that she was spending way to much time reading Cosmo. Her hand slid down Barbara's neck to her bare shoulder. She caressed Barbara's well sculpted muscles gently and moved her hand onto the lycra covered breast of her captive. "You would have made such a wonderful teaching aid at my new school, ‘Lady Peasoup's Crime school for girls.' My students could have learned so much from you! They built a wonderful new contraption that combined the simplicity of a clock work motor and a some lovely toys. It would have been quite enjoyable see how it works on a real live superheroine!" Lady Penelope was enthralled by visions of Batgirl struggling helplessly in tight bondage as the simple pendulum motor did its nasty work. She was still massaging Barbara's breast with one hand as she ran the shaft of her riding crop under her skirt. From her vantage point on the ground, Barbara could see the leather tip of the whip pushing against the dark fabric of the villain's panties. Slowly, Penelope's hand started to migrate down across the open midriff of the captive heroine. It ran down past he yellow titanium Batgirl utility belt until it reached the damp patch of fabric over Batgirl's snatch. Barbara's struggles took on a more rhythmic tone as Penelope stroked her. "Well, I do believe that our Batnymph is enjoying this little dance with danger!" She continued to stroke at the bound girl's soaking crotch. Barbara slowly arched her back as her body quivered in orgasm. Lady Penelope's fingers pressed hard onto the mons pubis as she watched her captive gasping through the thick gag. She had dropped her riding crop and pressed her hand up her skirt and beneath her panties. While this was going on the two students returned from their assigned tasks. May had the coil of rope and a black gym bag that looked almost empty. "Let's get her outside girls." Barbara struggled and kicked mightily, but she was far to well bound to impede the three women by very much. They soon had her bundled outside to the rail siding. She grunted, and butted her head uselessly as she tried in vain to hinder their progress. At Lady Penelope's instruction the two younger women attached a key rope between Batgirl's bound ankles and her wrists. Once they succeeded at this, Barbara's struggles became irrelevant. First June, and then May tried to remove Batgirl's utility belt, but the titanium buckle was protected by a Chinese puzzle lock. Out of frustration, Lady Penelope took out a pocket knife and cut away the crotch of her lycra suit. "That will do just dandy," she said as she put away her pocket knife. She picked up the black bag and pulled out a wooden pole about two and a half feet long. Dangling from one end was a beautifully chromed vibrator. "This is what I call my ‘Dick Stick.'" She ran her hand along the cold metal surface of the dildo. "I keep it around for just such occasions." She smiled as she twisted the end of the toy to the on position. It whirred to life, visibly shaking in her hand. She turned it off. At first Barbara didn't understand the purpose of the device. Yes, what the dildo did and where it went was obvious, but the function of the stick was a mystery. Barbara was soon enlightened. After a valiant struggle, Penelope and her gang succeeded in penetrating the hapless damsel with the vicious vibrator and tieing the other end of the ‘Dick Stick' to her ankles. The result was that as Batgirl struggled, the vibrator was moved around inside her pussy. But there wasn't enough play in the hog-tie to allow her pull it out. The effect on the pretty young captive was total. "That should keep you both entertained and distracted for the foreseeable future. Which should last another twenty minutes or so." She grabbed the wooden part of the Dick Stick and felt the vibrations through her hand. She turned, ‘Girls, I'll meet you back at the car. I'd like to have a few private moments with the lovely, soon to be late, Batgirl." "Aaahhh, so this is how it ends? The death of Batgirl at the hands of a villainous vixen!" Her hand stroked the vibrating shaft of wood. Batgirl was barely able to pay attention as her struggles did nothing but maneuver the humming sex toy through the confines of her bound sex. Her head was resting on the cold, dew covered steel of the railroad track. "And such a wonderful demise it will be, too! As you struggle in throws of orgasm looking down the tracks as the on coming train rushes in! The screech of the brakes! The shrill of its horn!" She now had one hand in her own pussy and the other on warm metal of the vibrator as it disappeared between the lips of Batgirl's pussy. She let electric motor's hum provide the friction as her fingers brought Batgirl to another climax. She watched intently as the heroine clenched and wriggled, inundated with sensation. Seeing her victim racked by orgasm, Lady Penelope drove herself to orgasm in a last ritual of communion. "You were a most entertaining adversary, both here and in Londinium. But my sweet, it is time to say good-bye." She leaned over and Barbara a final kiss on the exposed skin of her cheek. she stood up and head to join her cohorts. Just before she disappeared into the fog, she turned around, and looked back at the struggling heroine. Barbara was in the throws of orgasm as she watched Penelope rubbing her thighs in erotic anticipation. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /