Message-ID: <10574eli$9804231412@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Ann Douglas Subject: {AnnD}RP"Batgirl & Robin"( MF )[2/3] 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: <3.0.1.32.19980423065910.0071baf8@pop.tiac.net> The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of consenting adults engaged in sexual activities. It includes characters that are copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of the author and her friends. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy - Batgirl And Robin - Part Two by Ann Douglas The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of consenting adults engaged in sexual activities. It includes characters that are copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of the author and her friends. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy - Batgirl And Robin - Part Two by Ann Douglas “Look at that, he’d still got half a hard on.” Mary Beth noted as she pointed to Robin’s cum covered cock. “I bet he’s all ready to go at it again.” “That’s why I like them young.” Ma replied. “I’m next!” Betty Sue called out. “No way!” Mary Beth responded. “You always get to go next. Besides, I can tell that he wants me. Don’t you Robin honey? I bet you can’t wait to taste those pussy juices for real.” “Bullshit, if he hadn’t been looking at my tits while I was changing, he wouldn’t have even gotten caught.” Betty Sue countered. Pulling her T-shirt up and over her bra-less mounds, she bounced them in front of the captive Robin. Batgirl figured the girl had to at least be a 38DD. “This is want you want, isn’t it Robin baby.” she said. “This could get ugly real fast.” Batgirl thought. “If one of them decided to end it with a bullet. I might not be able to wait for daughter number three.” Part of Batgirl’s decision to rush into what might be a precipitous action was the realization that despite the fact that the scene that had just occurred could be classified as rape, she had enjoyed watching it. In fact, it had turned her on immensely. A handful of small glass capsules filled her gloved hand, taken from one of the compartments in her belt. Any advantage of surprise had to be pressed as hard as possible. If daughter three appeared out of the woodwork, it could all go so very wrong, so very fast. Batgirl’s body tensed as she slowly began to rise and counted off the seconds until she would spring into action. If she could just get them a little closer together. “Maybe I should just put a bullet in his head and that’ll settle it.” said a strong voice from the other side of the room. Batgirl quickly dropped flat as the third daughter walked into the room. Peering carefully over the edge, she took stock of the new arrival. “Oh shit!” she gasped. “She must be at least six feet tall.” That was only where her astonishment over Ma Parker’s baby daughter began. She was six one to be exact, with a body that was a cross between a movie star and body builder. With the best of both, the result was a powerful muscular form. Her platinum blond hair was razor cut in an almost military style. She was wearing cut off shorts and a tank top that seemed two sizes too small. Firm hard breasts pressed against the too thin material, the nipples visible even to Batgirl. Despite all of her training, Batgirl looked like a skinny school next to her. Watching the professional, no nonsense manner in which she walked across the dirty stone floor, Batgirl quickly sized her up as the most dangerous of the three daughters. The black uzi was slung over her shoulder, hanging within easy reach. “If you’re through playing around, you might like to know that I checked the upper floors and the buildings clear.” she said as she neared the rest of the group. “You worry too much, Debbie Jo.” Betty said. “One of us should.” Debbie Jo replied. “The little asshole here had a transmitter in his hand when I caught him. He might’ve gotten off a signal before I smashed it.” “If he did, this place would’ve already been crawling with cops.” was Betty Sue’s retort. “Do you see any cops?” The exchange just reinforced Batgirl’s original assessment that next to Ma Parker, Debbie was the most dangerous of the foursome. The other two daughters were just muscle. Batgirl couldn’t get over how physically different Debbie was from her sisters. Then she recalled an item on the bottom of Ma Parker’s file. It had been one of the most sensational crimes of twenty two years ago. Harold Swartzenberger, the rage of Hollywood action films had disappeared during a morning exercise run. For two weeks, the bulk of Gotham’s Finest had turned the underside of the city inside and out without finding a clue as to the whereabouts of the former Mr. Universe. For all their efforts, all they had to go on was an expended tranquilizer dart at the scene. No ransom note, no demands, no communications of any kind. Then, following a lead turned up by then Lieutenant James Gordon, they had finally found Swartzenberger. The star had been found nude, tied spread eagle on a bed in one of the seedier hotels outside the city limits. The actor was somewhat reluctant to say what had happened during the twelve days since he’d vanished. Sarah May Parker, on the other hand, was more than willing to proclaim to the world how she’d sucked and fucked the former weight lifter all that time. “Hell, sometimes we’d do it three or four times a day.” she yelled out before they slammed the door of the paddy wagon on her. Unwilling to risk the damage to his career once the Hollywood tabloids got hold of the story, Swartzenberger refused to press charges. Hopefully, most people would just assume it was all a publicity stunt and ignore Parker’s story. Unfortunately, those dozen days of passion had left Sarah May pregnant, giving credence to her story. Sarah got child support and Swartzenberger’s career never reached it’s potential. In all that time, he had never seen his daughter. “Hey Debbie, want a taste?” Mary Beth asked as she ran her finger along the length of Robin’s cock and scooped up the remnant that Ma Parker had missed. “I’ll pass.” was Debbie Jo’s curt reply. “Don’t know what you’re missing.” Mary Beth said as she slipped her finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. “I’ll bet if it was the Bat-Bitch hanging there, dripping pussy juice you’d be quick to lap it up.” Betty Jo snickered. “Maybe....” Debbie purred with a smile. “But I can think of a lot better place to do it than a filthy dump like this.” The dual thought that such a phenomenal beauty such as Debbie was both into woman and as such was also interested in Batgirl brought mixed feelings. The thought of her being in Robin’s predicament caused a cold chill, contrasting with the rich warm rush radiating between her legs. The thought of a sexual encounter with the likes of Debbie Jo was almost enough to cause her to consider expanding her sexuality. Of course that would be if she could separate that perfect body from the person it contained. Dismissing all this from her mind, Batgirl again jumped to her feet. In a single fluid movement, she bounded over the railing and into the air. As she flew, her hand swung around and sent the half dozen glass capsules ahead of her. “Robin .... Starburst!!!” she yelled out as she dropped over the railing, a split second before the capsules detonated into an all encompassing whiteness. Controlling her leap off the balcony, Batgirl was able to deliver the full force of her 110 pound frame in one single blow. The impact point being the center of Debbie’s chest. The amazon hadn’t been blinded like her sisters. Unlike them, she had looked down not upward when she heard Batgirl’s shout, preserving her vision. Even now she was swinging the uzi on her shoulder into play. Knocked backward into a support beam by the sudden blow, Debbie lost her grip on the uzi and watched helpless as it flew across the floor. Her head banged into the beam as well, causing a few moments of disorientation. Moments Batgirl put to all too good use. No sooner did she hit the ground, Batgirl dropped to what looked like a push up position. Pivoting on her open palms, she spun her muscular legs around in a wide arc, sweeping Mary Beth off her feet. A partially blinded Ma Parker had pulled her pistol from it’s holster and was trying to take aim at the rapidly moving intruder. Try as she could, she still couldn’t differentiate between Batgirl and her daughters. No such concern entered Betty Sue’s mind. Although as visually handicapped as her mother, she wasted no time in bringing her shotgun into play. Aiming in the general direction of the blurry forms, she let off first one, then both barrels. A cry of pain filled the air as the spray of pellets found a target. “I got them!” Betty cried out in triumph. “You got me you stupid bitch!” came the reply. Betty recognized the voice as belong to Mary Beth. Her sister had just leapt to her feet after being knocked over by Batgirl, only to step right into the line of fire. Even as Mary Beth again fell to the ground, this time clutching her left leg in agony, Batgirl moved against Ma Parker and Betty. A hard tossed batarang slammed against the side of Ma’s head, bringing unconsciousness with it. Betty joined her a few heartbeats later, the result of a devastating right hook and left cross combination. Batgirl took a moment to breath, only to have it cut short as a strong arm wrapped around her neck. Debbie hadn’t been as stunned as she though and was already pressing the attack. If was only a muffled warning from the still bound Robin that gave her the precious second to protect her breathing passage. Locked in a choke hold, Batgirl pressed back with all of the strength. She could tell it wouldn’t be enough. Ma Parker’s youngest was just too much bigger and stronger. If only she could get a little more leverage. All she needed was a small opening. “I’m going to rip your fucking head off bitch!” Debbie said as she pulled Batgirl backward. She took another step back and then suddenly loosed her hold. Batgirl immediately took advantage of her unexplained error and sent her right elbow as hard as she could into the larger woman’s chest. The blow was enough to free her and she pulled out of the killer grip. Spinning around to an attack position, Batgirl suddenly understood the cause of her assailant’s distraction. As they had moved closer to him, Robin had swung up and wrapped his legs around Debbie’s neck. He didn’t have the leverage to hold her, but as he pulled himself against her from the left side, Debbie found her face pressed against his exposed crotch. The strong pungent smell of his manhood and the taste of his cum stained cock against her lips sent her into a panic. Instinctively, her only thought was to pull away, ignoring the need to keep a tight hold on Batgirl. Debbie grabbed one of Robin’s legs with each hand and pulled them from around her neck. She was spitting the awful taste from her mouth when she suddenly remembered Batgirl. Too late she turned her attention back to her captive, only to be met by a flurry of fists. A brilliantly executed judo move sent the larger woman to the ground, face first. Before she could rise, Batgirl was on top of her and pinning her arms behind her as she slammed on a pair of strong steel handcuffs. “You fucking cocksucking bitch!” Debbie called out over her shoulder. A smile crossed Batgirl’s face as she let out a deep breath of relief and made sure that all four of her adversaries were indeed down for the count. She found Debbie’s curse somewhat amusing. “Don’t knock it unless you’ve tried it, honey.” she said just loud enough for Debbie to hear her. “You’re going to pay for this!” Debbie again cursed out as she struggled helplessly against the bonds. “Maybe, but now today!” was Batgirl’s reply. Checking Mary Beth, Batgirl was relieved to find that she had only superficial leg injuries. A few inches to the left and she’d have caught a lot more than the edge of the shotgun blast. She pinned her hands behind her with the same plastic restraints she’d used on Ma Parker and Betty Sue. Using the handcuff key she’d found on Ma, Batgirl freed Robin from the overhead beam. She tried not to watch as he composed himself but she had to sneak one last look. The young man certainly was impressive. Ten minutes later, a phone call for assistance caused the old warehouse to indeed be swarming with members of the GCPD. Led by a cigar chomping Sgt. Bullock, they quickly led an infuriated Parker Mob to waiting Police vans. “We found the Batmobile out back.” Bullock said to Robin. “Looks like one of the harpies put a few rounds into the tires for laughs.” “Great.” Robin muttered. “This night is getting better and better.” “Don’t sweat it, kid.” Bullock growled. “I’ve already talked to Chief O’Hara and he’s sending a flatbed truck over to take it to the Police garage over on Barnaby Street. Batman left two sets of those special tires you use over there just in case he ever needed them. They’ll have you back on the road in about an hour or two.” “Thanks.” said Robin. “Meanwhile, we’ll be glad to give you a lift over there or down to Police Headquarters. ” added Bullock. “Nah, I’ll get there on my own.” Robin said in a tone that said he really didn’t want to be around the men of Bullock’s Strike Force right now. From the funny looks they had all given him, and the sly smiles on more than a few faces, he knew Ma Parker had told them all about the blow job she had given him. “Suit yourself, kid.” Bullock said as he turned and followed the rest of the Task Force out the door. Robin stood there a few moments. watching them leave. It had been one screwed up night. And it wasn’t going to be any better tomorrow night when Batman got back and heard all about it. No one would have to tell him, it would be the but of a dozen jokes in every police bar by midnight. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “I’d offer you a ride, but where could I take you.” Batgirl said as she stepped up to him. “I guess we could always go out for Pizza.” he quipped, trying to put his worries behind him. “I haven’t eaten since this morning.” “I do think we’d be more than a little conspicuous in these outfits.” Batgirl smiled, remembering that she too had missed dinner. “I guess there’s always takeout.” “I’ve got a better idea.” Robin responded in a burst of sudden inspiration. “Come on.” he added as he headed for the Bat-Cycle. “All right, were to?” Batgirl asked as she slid behind the handle bars and motioned for Robin to squeeze in behind her. “1939 Kane St.” Robin said as he slid in behind her and put his arms around her waist. Again speeding though the night, Batgirl noticed that the vibration of the cycle between his legs had the same effect on Robin that it usually had on her. She could feel his erect cock pressed up against her ass as he pressed tight against her. She had to admit as she smiled under her cowl, it was a nice feeling. Pulling up to a long row of brownstones on Kane Street, Batgirl slowed in front of 1939. It was only a half mile to her own apartment, a section of old Gotham that had seen a new life with an influx of young urban professionals during the last decade. A four story walkup, a sign in the front yard identified it as being renovated by Waynecorp, a subsidy of Wayne Enterprises. “Do you live here?” Batgirl asked in a confused tone. “Not exactly,” came the reply from behind her. “It’s sort of a safe house. Better take the cycle around back.” Parking the gold and blue motorbike in the empty alley behind the building, Batgirl watched as Robin covered it with a large gray tarp hidden behind the garbage cans. “That should hide it.” he said, satisfied that it was hidden from casual observers. “I supposed there’s a back door.” Batgirl said as she looked up and down the alleyway. “Not exactly,” Robin said as he pointed up to the overhead fire escape. “But there is a back window.” “Right.” Batgirl replied. “The story of my life.” It only took a minute for them to reach the third floor landing. Robin paused at the large high window and reached into his utility belt for a small electronic device. Batgirl watched as he activated it and then ran it along the outside of the window frame. An audible click filled the night air as it passed over the lock. “It also deactivated the alarms.” the Teen Wonder said in way of explanation as he returned the small unit to his belt. “After you.” he said as he pulled open the window. Batgirl’s first impression upon entering the small three room apartment was that she’d been there before. It was impossible of course, but it was all so familiar. “Well, what do you think?” Robin said as he closed the window behind him. “A lot better than eating off the back of your bike.” “It’s nice.” Batgirl said. “You might find this funny, but I feel like I’ve seen this place before.” “Deja Vu, huh.” Robin laughed, as if he was enjoying some little joke. With that he walked over to a small coffee table and picked up a small neighborhood phone book. Opening it to the restaurant section, he scanned a few ads. “What do you feel like having?” he asked. “Italian? Mexican? There’s a really great seafood place about two blocks over.” “That’d be fine.” Batgirl said as she picked up a small stack of mail by the front door and examined it. Mostly it consisted of bills and such. “B. Ward.” she said as she read the name on the phone bill. “A friend of yours?” “Actually, that’s the name of some second rate actor that was on this really lame superhero show when I was a kid.” he said as began to dial the phone. “I found the name in an old TV Guide and put all the utilities in his name. Couldn’t really put it under Batman or Robin, could I?” “I guess not.” Batgirl mused. Her attention was then caught by a R.J. Nickels catalog resting next to the mail. An identical mail order book had been delivered to her apartment last month. In fact she’d been flipping through it just the other day looking for a new sofa. “That’s it.” she said to herself as she quickly flipped though the pages until she came to the one she was looking for. “I don’t believe it, you bought the whole room.” Robin grinned as he looked at the two page photo in the catalog, identical in every way to the room they were now standing in. Right down to the framed pictures on the wall. “It was easier that way, we have twelve apartments like this scattered across the six boroughs.” Robin explained. “Really didn’t have time to shop around and decorate them all.” Without realizing it, Robin had confirmed Batgirl’s long standing belief that Batman had to have a great deal of money behind him. A quick addition of the prices in the glossy photo put the cost of just this room at almost six thousand dollars. And they had twelve apartments like this. As Barbara Gordon, Batgirl could just about afford the rent on her apartment, much less pay for apartments that were empty most of the time. The buzz of the intercom interrupted anything Batgirl might have wanted to say. Robin walked over to the wall and pressed it. “Seafood Delight.” said the voice over the speaker. “Come on up.” Robin said. “That was fast.” Batgirl commented as Robin pushed the buzzer that unlocked the front door. “I’ve ordered from there before.” he explained. “They know the tip increases the faster they get the food here.” “Another casual reference to being used to have money to burn.” Batgirl thought. “If you’ll wait in the other room, I’ll pay for the food.” Robin said as he pulled a bathrobe over his costume and tightened the sash. “Sure, no problem.” she replied as she stepped into the adjacent bedroom. Closing the door half way behind her, watched from behind as Robin removed his mask and answered the door. If she stood were she was, she’d see his face as he turned around. As simple as it would be to explain as an accident, it wasn’t something she could bring herself to do. Instead she stepped back into the room and awaited Robin’s call. “Dinner’s ready.” the Teen Wonder called out. “Page 215, I see.” Batgirl said as she walked back into the living room. “What?” a confused Robin said. “The bedroom, page 215 of the catalog.” she said. “Oh yeah, right.” The two made themselves as comfortable as they could. Capes and gloves were draped across the couch, utility belts piled on top of them. Sitting on the floor, the food covered coffee table between them, they ate and discussed the life of a crimefighter. “Has anything like this evening ever happened to you before?” Batgirl asked as she took a bite of her broiled shrimp. Robin stopped in mid-bite. The expression on his face told her that she might’ve made a big mistake asking that question. It was obvious that tonight hadn’t been the first time. “I’m sorry, I really had no right to ask something like that. I was just curious. I apologize.” Wiping the food residue from his face, Robin look across the table into her rich green eyes. He sat silent for a few moments and then said. “Do you really want to know?” Batgirl nodded in agreement. Once he began, it was hard for him to stop. Batgirl was sure that this was the first time he had ever really talked to anyone about this aspect of his career. He told her of his loss of virginity to The Catwoman. Of his encounter with Jessica Taylor, an encounter that had been repeated several times before she moved to San Diego. He even admitted to a male experience he’d had when a young thug had performed oral sex on him while guarding him. An act he had reciprocated. Batgirl listened intently as Robin talked. She wasn’t put off by his story, not even his revelation of a same sex act. After all, more than a few times lately she’d been wondering to herself that perhaps she was missing something by not at least trying the charms of a sapphic relationship. What she found interesting was that in all his experiences, tonight included, there was a aspect of submissiveness. Of a helplessness that increased his sexual satisfaction. The look on his face as he talked mirrored that he showed while tied up back in the warehouse being serviced by Ma Parker. Batgirl could feel a renewed wetness between her legs as she visualized the stories he had just told. She could only guess at what Jessica or his male lover had looked like. The Catwoman on the other hand was a know criminal. Batgirl had even encountered Selina Kyle after her return to Gotham and a life of crime. In her skin tight catsuit, it wasn’t hard to imagine what she would look like naked. The image of that naked body atop Robin, riding him, taking his cherry - fucking him - was almost too much to bear. She suddenly realized that her breathing had become labored. “Has anything like that happened to you?” “What?” Batgirl said, her mind suddenly dismissing the sexual images that had occupied it. “I asked if anything like that had ever happened like that to you.?” Robin repeated. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Batgirl was relieved to realize that Robin hadn’t noticed her state of arousal over his tale. If her costume weren’t so reinforced, she’d be afraid to stand up, sure that her pants would be covered with a large stain. “Once, in the very beginning.” she began. It wasn’t a story she liked remembering, much less telling someone. But Robin had bared his soul and she could do no less. It was funny but she’d never considered the idea that a male hero could suffer sexual assault. Up until this moment she thought it was something that only heroines had to worry about. It was only a few months after becoming Batgirl. She’d tried tracking down The Joker, not realizing in her youthful exuberance how far out of her league she was. Of course she easily fell into his trap. Bound to a gurney, rape was the furthest concern from her mind. The Joker had a reputation as a homicidal maniac and Batgirl feared for the worst. It was only when he dismissed his gang and climbed atop her helpless body that she feared she’d be raped before anything else. In her worst nightmares, she could still see the small chalky white cock, surrounded by green pubic hair that Joker removed from his purple pants. Straddling her waist, he had proceeded to play with it, masturbating it to it’s full five inches. Barbara sometimes found it astonishing that at that moment, on the verge of being ravaged and perhaps worse, she wondered if his smallness was the result of the chemical bath that had transformed him into The Joker. If so, that might’ve been enough to have driven him mad. Bracing for the worst, she was confused when the tall man suddenly shot his load, all over her large yellow bat-insignia. A chilling, echoing laugh filled the air as he smeared the small residue across her lycra covered breasts. Then without so much as another word, he jumped off her and left. After she freed herself, a still trembling Batgirl had made her way home and burned that particular costume in her fireplace. It was almost a month before she could bring herself to put on her spare and venture out once more into the night. “Damn.” was the only response Robin could think of. Batgirl decided to change the subject. Reaching behind her into a small pocket of her cape, she removed the handcuffs she’d freed Robin from earlier. They were a real old pair, over sixty years old. She’d saved them to give to her father as a present. He had a large collection of police memorabilia in his house. There’d been a Gordon on at least one police force somewhere for the last four generations. Barbara had broken the tradition, but somehow she felt she was doing something better. “Those cuffs gave me a lot of trouble.” Robin said, taking her cue to change the subject. “I tried every thing I could remember Batman ever teaching me but I couldn’t get them loose. They’re impossible to get out of.” “Click!” Batgirl grinned in embarrassment as she held the opened cuff in her hand. It had taken her less than thirty seconds to open them. The key was still in her cape. “I don’t believe it!” Robin said in a shocked tone. “How’d you do that?” Batgirl smiled a little brighter. Her little ruse had worked. Robin’s mind was now totally on the old handcuffs. “Don’t feel bad.” she offered in way of apology. “There’s a trick to it.” “What kind of trick?” “Well here, I’ll show you.” she continued as she again manipulated the old metal joints until they again popped open. “See, its not all that hard once you know how to do it.” Robin looked closely at the restraints as Batgirl went through it again, this time a little more slowly. As before, they opened easily. The entire Ann Douglas collection,as well as a multitude of other great stories can be found in the alt.sex.stories.moderated archive If you are just looking for a part of one of my stories go to http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year97/dec.html For the main page with full listings go to http://www.qz.to/files/Authors/eli/www/erotica/assm/ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |