Message-ID: <4813eli$9710121327@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "S.Sneakly" Subject: RP:_Batgirl_vs._The_Crime...(4/5,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: <344057DC.2976@geocities.com> Here it is!! Chapter four of Batgirl vs. the Crime School for Girls. Because I start my new job June first, I am rushing this to post. I'm not sure how much writing I'll be getting done. This job won't have the long lunches that have been most productive for my writing. Generally, I've switched to shorter chapters that cover less plot ground than my earlier stuff (you may notice that chapter one was about six thousand words as opposed to four which is only around three thousand). I am still following my original plan and haven't tried to short change you guys and gals, but I don't want to leave stuff on my hard drive when you could be enjoying it in even though it isn't letter perfect. Here's a personal rant. I know the Batman and Robin movie is coming out soon, with Alicia Silverstone as Batgirl. My peeve is that they chose the wrong Aerosmith girl for the part. Liv Tyler is the one they should have cast. I could see those legs doing some real kicking of ass. Also, from the Pics I've seen, Alicia looks only slightly keener than Dan Quale at a Nation of Islam fund raiser. God help us if she plays an angst ridden teenage crimefighter. Tyler has a savy look, a body to die for and real acting talent. Here's what they should've done: Give her an hour of syndication and a campy format ala Xena (Batgirl, concieved in camp, she should live in camp). No Batman, no Robin (at least keep them peripheral) and let her be the bad-ass crimefighter of the ‘90s. Obviously emasculating Batman and Robin might be a little too drastic for Prime Time, but they could put in college or somewhere out of Gotham. Personally, I think my Batgirl is a lot more interesting than the Silverstone I've seen in the clips. 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 at: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/5268/ Finally, if you are under 18, DO NOT READ ************************************************* _Batgirl_vs._the_Crime_School_for_Girls_ Part IV Schrodinger's Batgirl by S.Sneakly (sneakly@geocities.com) The basement of Pinkston Palisades was filled with a labyrinth of passageways and vaulted chambers. Some of the original lands around the estate had been vineyards, and the cool subterranean caves had proved excellent for the purpose of aging fine wine. Unfortunately for the local wineries, smog from Wayne Enterprises had acidified the soil, leaving the grapes bitter. Most of the wine presses and equipment had long ago been dismantled and sold at auctions. Under the supervision of Lady Penelope, the three students carried the struggling heroine down the treacherously narrow stone steps into the bowels of Pinkston Palisades. Barbara was still restrained by many of the torturously tight ropes and fatigued by her ordeal beneath Lady Penelope's electrified touch. Even so, the three young women had a tough time maintaining control of their captive. Barbara bucked and struggled with a furor that made progress down the passage an ordeal for her would be assassins. A stream of muffled, unlady like epithets shot from beneath the thick purple gag. After what seemed like an unending journey, the first class of Penelope Peasoup's Crime School reached their destination. It was a secluded chamber deep within the bowels of Pinkston Palisades. It had small doorless entrance that even the petit April needed to duck through. The flames of two torches glowed in the darkness. The three students gratefully deposited the trussed heroine in the center of the room. In the flickering darkness, Barbara could make out few details of the chamber. The crude masonry was a dance with mottled shadows. Three large dark masses filled what would have been corners had the room not been a crude circle. The fourth ‘corner' had a boom crane, one end of which was mounted on the floor and the other end jutted out to the center of the room just below the cavern's ceiling, ten or so feet above the floor. A pair of guide wires held the pole steadily in place Barbara lay struggling helplessly on the strangely warm floor. It was made from plywood and had a hollow sound that gave Barbara the impression that it was part of some sort of platform. At Lady Penelope's command the three students undid Barbara's elbows and wrists. April sat on her legs, vainly trying to avoid being pushed off while the May and June forced Barbara's wrists together and retied them in front of her. June, being the strongest, forced Barbara's gloved hands into a cross while May looped the rope around her wrists. She soon had them tightly wound in a dense coil. Lady Peasoup walked over to a cleat set in the crude masonry. She undid the rope and fed out the thick rope, lowering down a large cargo hook. When it was about six feet from the floor, she secured the rope back on the cleat and then helped her students stood the struggling Batgirl up. Taking the last few feet of rope, April, May and June finished tieing Barbara's wrists to the hook. Once Barbara was made fast, the four villains pulled in unison, hoisting Barbara aloft. The course rope groaned feebly as it strained to support the weight of the bound heroine. Barbara, realizing the futility of her struggles as her feet left the floor, gave up her fight. After much her cursing and several disparaging remarks by Lady Penelope, Barbara's feet dangled a foot and a half above the floor. Lady Penelope, resuming her usual aristocratic smugness, surveyed her gently swaying victim. She then turned to address both her students and her captive. "Batgirl, are you familiar with the German Physicist, Erwin Schroedinger?" Whether Barbara knew or not was made moot by the thick purple gag that covered the lower half of her face. "Well girls, are any of you familiar with Herr Schroedinger? I thought not!" She waved her riding crop with a great flourish. "Herr Doctor Schoedinger was a Nobel Prize winning physicist. His expertise in quantum mechanics makes him a legend amongst scientists the world over. "But for our discussion I am going to limit myself to one aspect of his work. He developed a wonderful metaphor to illustrate a major concept of quantum mechanics. It is called ‘Schoedinger's Cat.' "In quantum theory, things can exist multiple states at the same time. An atom could spin in two directions at once. Or light could behave as both matter and wave. It is only when there's an observer measuring that the object will assume a particular state. "Now how does this affect the committing of crime in modern Gotham?" The three girls stood silent, looking more confused than usual. Barbara, who understood the underlying concepts, was also baffled as to where this was going. However, her silence was more forced than that of the students. "Well, if a crime goes unobserved, then has a crime been truly committed?" Penelope was well pleased that her logic was so far ahead of her students that they were left dumbstruck. "To illustrate this paradox he came up with a delicious little metaphor." Her riding crop slid down to the hem of her skirt and delicately traced the exposed length of her inner thigh. "He said that if you placed a cat in a sealed box with a single atom of an isotope that had EXACTLY a fifty-fifty chance of decaying and opening a vial of deadly poison or of not decaying and allowing the cat to live, the cat would persist in both states until somebody opened the box to look." She reveled momentarily in the cruelty of poisoning small animals. While she savored the impact she thought this was having on her charges, she took down one of the sputtering torches and circled the room, lighting additional torches as she went. When she returned the torch to its holder, eight torches blazed, filling the chamber with yellow light. Barbara could now see what the three dark masses were. In front of her was a large wrought iron cage. It looked like it was an inverted part of some type giant strainer, maybe part of a wine press, Barbara theorized. Inside was a golden statue. Barbara thought it looked like a Baroque cherub, but through the thick metal slats it was hard to tell. "So, Batgirl this is your fate. I've devised this little corner of Hell just for you." Barbara could see Penelope was almost trembling with excitement as she started to explain her diabolical creation. "You have, I'm sure, noticed the iron cage directly in front you. Inside is an exact replica of a baroque cherub once owned by the mistress of the last Grand Inquisitor of Spain. She was one of the great evil wenches of history. Her name is lost to history, but fortunately her deeds are not. "This entire chamber is based on one of her many brilliant ideas. The bow on that cherub is armed with a steel bolt. And he is aiming it directly across the chamber at that other iron cage. Inside the cage is a glass tube filled with my deadly poison fog." She smiled at the suspended Batgirl. "The only impediment in its path is our lovely crime fighter . . . " Her voice trailed off momentarily while she contemplated her lovely target. She walked over to the hanging heroine. She reached up wrapped her arm around Barbara's thighs. Pulling her over, she rubbed her cheek against the soft fabric of her costume, drawing in the scent of Barbara's moist sex. She sighed deeply and pressed her lips tightly through the thin fabric to the lips of Barbara's sex. She bit at it gently, thinking how sensitive it must still be after the hours of electric torment it had been subjected to. Barbara squirmed feebly, she loathed the touch of her nemesis, but could no longer spare her meager reserves to fight her. She writhed as she felt Penelope's gentle nibble. "Ahhh, but how does that provide the afore mentioned duality? You're right Batgirl! A steel bolt passing through your nubile young form would not provide the even money required for my little lesson. And releasing my poison fog after running you through would not give you nearly enough time to suffer an enjoyably slow, painful death." She smiled at her captive. "To truly illustrate this pussy in a box situation, I have added something a little extra." She pointed over Barbara's shoulder, toward one of the dark masses. The torch light glowed on the massive clock work device. It had large iron gears and stood like a great black spider in the dim light of the corner. Perched on its front was a large pendulum. At it is bottom was a large pig-iron weight. At its top was a scythe shaped blade. On either side were two massive weights suspended from lengths of heavy chain. The crude device was coated in thick black grease. The flickering flames reflected off it to make it seem almost alive. "I call this Cerberus. You know, the two headed guardian of Hell. I don't have the vaguest idea what this thing was intended for, but I am certain what it'll do now. If you haven't figured it out, this is an inverted pendulum. As the two side weights slide down the central pendulum is raised progressively higher. The razor sharp blade at the top will slowly be put in contact with the two ropes directly above them." She pointed at two ropes stretched above the arc of the blade. "They have been carefully set so that they will both be cut virtually simultaneously. Of course, only one can be first, and there is no way to tell which. One is attached to the Cherub and will release its deadly arrow. The other is attached to a rock suspended above the jar of my deliciously deadly fog. If that one is cut, the cherub won't fire." The whites of her teeth showed as she ran her hand over her breast. "If I were you, I'd hope for the cherub." "May, June, come with me! We need to get the masonry supplies down here before we can start the demonstration!" She turned toward April. "I want you to guard our guest. You've screwed up enough already, so don't drop your guard!!" She turned and led the others out of the cavern. April stood at attention as the three women excited the through the small arch. She stayed like that, waiting, nervously eyeing the trussed heroine teetering in the air. After several minutes she bent over and peered out the entrance. She turned toward Batgirl and said in a low voice, "I am so sorry! I didn't mean for any of this to happen! I was just trying to get a better education so that I could get a better job! The ad said, ‘learn book making'... I thought it was like accounting." She was near tears as she crossed over to Barbara. "I didn't mean to knock you out before. I just wanted to stop you from going back onto the lawn. They filled the lawn sprinklers with her poison fog! I didn't think I'd hit you that hard. I am so sorry!" She dipped her head in shame as she passed Barbara and reached for the cleat holding her aloft. She pulled at the rope and tried to unhinge it, but she had neither the strength nor the size to free it. April pulled a small box cutter from the waistband of her skirt and started sawing at the rope. She had barely begun when a loud scuffing noise was heard on the stone floor outside the chamber. "Just as I suspected!!" Lady Penelope and her two students scrambled through the narrow arch, "I thought you lacked the killer instinct to be the kind of crook that would be proud to possess a Peasoup Plaque!!!" May and June jumped on her and wrestled the tiny knife from her hand. They each pinned an arm behind April's back. The smaller blond struggled futilely as the taller brunettes pulled her to her feet. May grabbed a generous tuft of hair with her free hand and pulled it sharply back. April's head was jerked up just as Penelope came to face her. "I gave you the benefit of my years of criminal expertise and this is how you repay me??" She gripped April's delicate chin between her gloved fingers. "I think that for you school is over... Forever!!!" Penelope pushed the girl's face to the side and motioned May and June to take her away. With both of her arms twisted behind her, April was only able to offer token resistance as her two classmates forced her from the room. The brief struggle on the floor had torn most of the buttons from her blouse and her breasts hung partially free. Barbara felt a twinge of regret as she watched the trio exit. She had cursed herself for following her intuition when she tried to rescue April from the bondage chair in the attic. Now it looked as if she had the right instincts, but had misread the situation completely. Now they were both doomed. Barbara wasn't sure what Penelope would cook up for the little blond, but she understood Lady Penelope's taste in women and her taste in torture. April was deep trouble. And it didn't look like Barbara was going to get many opportunities to help the poor girl out. "You're right. Your little friend is in BIG trouble. I think she's in for a severe tanning." Lady Penelope whacked her open palm with her riding crop. "But my dear Batgirl, I'm afraid you have your own problems." She moved close to Barbara, trying to smell the fear in Barbara's sweaty bondage. "Would you like something to take your mind off the clock?" She motioned to the clockwork device. "I have just the thing," her sharp features turned upward in a barbaric grin. From her pocket she pulled a flat black gizmo. At first Barbara thought it was a leather wallet, but its unsupported end drooped and it lacked any obvious zipper. "I call this ‘Big Ben.' In Londinium, people wait for the chimes of old ‘Ben to know what time it is. This is going to be your time keeper. Every five minutes it will have you writhing in ecstacy." She pulled Barbara close. "Like it or not." Barbara could hear the ropes groan disconcertedly above her. She wondered how long the dry, brittle rope would continue to support her weight. She was also wondering if Lady Penelope realized just how precarious her suspension was. Lady Penelope ignored the creaking rope. She gripped Barbara roughly around the hips and gave an appreciative squeeze of the buttock. She stretched the elastic lycra of her pants and slid her hand deep into her crotch. Her rough motions softened as her hands came into contact with the soft damp patch of hair and the still tender skin of Barabara's sex. She massaged it gently for a few brief moments, feeling the moisture build around her fingers. Fatigue and thoughts of the ropes giving way prevented Barbara from putting up any real struggle. She didn't want that to happen while Lady Penelope was still around to string her back up. For the moment, she simply surrendered to the sensation of the hand touching against her sensitized flesh. Barbara was always an edge player, and this type of edge play certainly was as intense as it could get. She could feel herself quiver as the intense climax burned her weak body. In spite of all the diabolic devices and fiendish sexual tortures Lady Penelope had subject Batgirl to, this close physical contact gave her the most intense orgasm of the conflict. Barbara hung limply as the sensations ebbed from her body. She could barely open her as Lady Penelope raised ‘Big Ben' up to eye level. Balancing it on the palm of her hand, she clicked it on. A long ridge suddenly rose up on its back. A moment later it let out off an earsplitting screech. She turned it immediately off. "It vibrates at an ultrasonic frequency that has innumerable uses. I'm sure you've heard of ultra sonic cleaners for contact lenses and jewelry. It cleans because the high frequency vibration liquefies the debris on the surface. The more energy the in the sonication process the more you can liquefy." She smiled. "If this were left on just a little too long... well, you can imagine the results." "But that isn't its purpose. I've designed this to give you twenty-five second burst every five minutes. The frequency I programmed it for is exactly the same frequency your neurons operate at. Within seconds of its start, you will be brought to a struggling orgasm." She used her still pussy soaked hand to slide it into Barbara's stretch pants. The soft padding on most of the diabolical gizmo contoured neatly to Barbara's sex. Lady Penelope headed toward the small arched exit. She paused as large black lever protruding from the floor. She pulled hard at it until there was a sharp, gratifying click. The sharp blade started to swing to and fro with broad, menacing strokes. Each swing was announced with a loud ‘whoosh' as the blade cut the air. "You know, Batgirl, that rope doesn't look too strong. Maybe I should do something to make sure that if does break, so you won't get away?" She let out low laugh and pulled at a second lever set in the floor. The floor suddenly started to recede. A great circle opened in the ground. Just a few feet below Barbara's dangling feet was a seething, bubbling pool of green. "For your last meal I thought you might enjoy a cup of hot soup!!" Lady Penelope was deftly plopping mortar and stone in the small entrance. Barbara hand seen in Penelope's file that she had studied masonry in prison. Now she was applying this noble trade to black purposes. "If Herr Doctor Schroedinger's idea applies to two possibilities, then why not more? Ehhh Batgirl???" She laughed heartily as she set the last stone in place, sealing Batgirl inside. Through the thick wall Barbara could hear Penelope shout, "I'll be thinking of you as I lay in my bed Dear Girl!" COULD THIS BE THE END OF BATGIRL??? HAS PENELOPE PEASOUP GIVEN BATGIRL HER FINAL GRADE???? AND WHAT OF POOR APRIL??? IS IT THE SHOWERS FOR HER??? AND JUST HOW DO THE ENGLISH TAN??? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EXCITING EPISODE OF _BATGIRL_VS_THE_CRIME_ SCHOOL_FOR_GIRLS_!!!!! 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