Message-ID: <13363eli$9807252003@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: bob cashman Subject: Batgirl Undercover (rape, violence, bondage) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: bobcashman@hotmail.com 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: <35B931F5.4FBF@hotmail.com> Batgirl Undercover by Robert Cashman WARNING: THE CONTENTS OF THIS STORY CONTAIN MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE, INCLUDING GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF BONDAGE AND NON-CONSENTUAL SEX. IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE OR ARE UNDER 18 READ NO FURTHER. THIS STORY IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES IT SHOULD NOT BE TRADED IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM FOR PROFIT. I WRITE THIS FOR MY PLEASURE AND YOURS ONLY. COMMENTS, IDEAS, AND SUGGESTIONS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME BY THE AUTHOR WHO IS NOT A PROFESSIONAL WRITER Barbara Gordon sat listening, as her father, Police Commissioner Jim Gordon complained for what seemed like the 40th time that evening about the drug trade in Gotham City. "I just don't know what else to do, Barbara. I lost two undercover officers last week during a raid. They knew we were coming and planted that bomb. Two men, dead. Just like that," he said as he snapped his finger together. "Come on, Dad. I know you're bothered by this, but try and have a good time," whispered Barbara across the table to her father. "After all, how many times do we get together at a place like this," she said glancing around the restaurant. Too Chez was a very expensive French type bistro. She had treated her father to a night out, to get his mind off his troubles running Gotham's police force and her mind off her troubles. She was still trying to forget her recent ordeal at the hands of Poison Ivy and even close to a year later, had just returned to her role as Batgirl. "I know, honey. Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight," said James Gordon, a smile appearing on his weary, craggy face. "I'm glad you're finally over that bout with the flu you came down with. I just wish getting rid of these drug dealers was that easy," he said with a sigh. Later that night, Barbara sat on her couch, overlooking the city in her apartment. She wasn't ready to return to her former role as the Dark Angel yet. Her nightmares were becoming less frequent, but she was still plagued with doubts about how she might react against a foe, and thus, could not risk the return of Batgirl yet. Plus, she was thinking of perhaps retiring the Batgirl persona. She had felt, much like her father, that even Batgirl wasn't helping win the war against drugs, which was causing most of the crime in Gotham. Perhaps it was time for a new approach, she thought...from the inside. Two days later, Barbara Gordon handed in her request for a leave of absence from the Gotham Library. The reason she gave was so she could work on a book about crime. "I'd like to try my hand at writing," she told her supervisor, Mary Prudy. "Well, ok, Barbara, but this is just a temporary thing, right? You are planning on coming back?" "Of course, you know I couldn't leave here, it's home. I just want to take some time off, write a little..you know. Plus, I'm still a little out of sort from that battle with the flu bug," smiled Barbara. Her request for a leave of absence was immediately granted. Barbara intended to get going that very night on her new plan. "Ya can serve, can you? Don't mind a few obnoxious drunks, things like that?" said Frank Celso, as he exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke toward the table where Barbara was sitting. "Certainly, Mr. Celso, I can handle those types." "Why you want to leave a job as a secretary to work at a dump like this," said Celso, eyeing Barbara suspiciously. "My boss died suddenly, and the new one wanted me to take a large pay cut and work more hours. I'm sick of that so I told him to stick it and decided I'd like a little more excitement in my life," replied Barbara as Celso looked over the application for a waitress in front of him. She had filled in her name as Barbara Jones, and with her knowledge of computers, had easily faked a social security number and work history. She was betting Celso was too lazy to check it. "Ok, you start tonight. No funny business though. Keep the customers happy and most of all keep your mouth shut about what you see around here. Ya got that? "No problem," Mr. Celso replied Barbara in her best Marilyn Monroe type voice. Barbara had come to the sleazy Mr. B's to work as a waitress. She knew this was the center of the Gotham drug trade, but the cops had never been successful at busting either Hunter Parkman or his lieutenants in the drug trade. Perhaps as Barbara Jones, working undercover she could discover something, then return as Batgirl. Since she didn't have to work as one of the strippers on stage, she figured no one would recognize her in this out of the place corner of Gotham. The first night went by in a whir. Barbara hustled one drink after another for dozens of sleazy, drunkards who groped and pinched her every chance they got. She had to resist the urge to use her skills to deck the horny bastards. Instead, according to plan, she kept her mouth shut and worked as hard as she ever had. After the first week of long nights and an endless parade of drinks, Barbara was beginning to wonder whether the cops complaints about Frank Celso were correct, as she wiped her short brown hair which had been pushed into a bun back into place. Sure, she had seen plenty of sleazy types enter the back office, but then, it was a strip club and she hadn't really seen much amiss. She was aware most of the dancers were doing drugs, and peddling them, but other than that, hadn't seen much to warrant attention from Batgirl here. She was growing frustrated. Here she was, in the supposed center of the drug deals, and Batgirl couldn't even get inside. Several more uneventful nights passed as Barbara grew more irritated with herself. I'm wasting my time here she thought at the end of her second week. A customer had actually slid one of his hands down the front of her shirt as she bent over to give another customer a drink. Before she knew what was happening, he had grabbed her breast and nipple, giving it a squeeze as he laughed. She was about to judo kick the pervert, but instead, caught herself and just pointed her finger at him, admonishing him never to do it again. "Barbara, want to come party with us tonight after work," one of the dancers she knew as Desiree asked her as Barbara gave her a gin and tonic. "I think Celso is going to show and supply us with some party favors, if you get my drift," she laughed as she stood in front of Barbara, her breasts exposed for all to see. "Oh, I don't know," said Barbara shaking her head. "Come on. I know you're shy, girl, but let's party. Celso knows how to party and after work some of us head to his office. He's got a pool back there, a bar, it's a great place to hang and relax. Besides, you look like you could use a little loosening up." Realizing this might be the chance she was looking for to get inside, Barbara said, "Ok, I'll be there after work. What do I do? Just show up or what? "Yea...just come to the back office. I'll be back there and I can escort you back to where the real fun begins. Celso's a real nut about the cops so he keeps a party room and pool area in out behind the building next door. That way, the cops come to bust us and he's gone," Desiree said with a laugh. About 3 a.m. after the bar had closed, Barbara showed up at the office. As promised, Desiree showed her to the back of the building next door. On a roof-top, out of view, was a huge area with a pool, a very large apartment with a well stocked bar and a number of well-appointed bedrooms. "This must be it, thought Barbara as she walked into the party. Dozens of the girls from the club were there, as were members of Gotham's underworld. "My God. Just think if they knew Batgirl was here," smiled Barbara as she took a drink of wine from Desiree. Barbara tried to nurse her wine for the next several hours, but was supplied with a constant re-fill. Hunter supplied a large amount of cocaine, speed and every other type of drug was there for the asking, although even she had to admit, the party was fun. She even wound up in the pool, still in her dress after getting pushed in. Although there was no shortage of drugs here, she still hadn't seen anything Batgirl could arrest and really send Celso to jail on. The next week passed by quickly. Once she figured she passed muster, Barbara was invited almost every night to the "party deck" as the strippers all called it. She knew there must be more going on, but still hadn't cracked the inside. I've got to break in, do something bold," she told herself, or this is just a pleasant diversion. That night, after being offered some cocaine to snort, this time Barbara drew a breath. It was a tough line to cross, but it's time to nail this criminal or give up, she realized. She knew this was some sort of test. Any cop would refuse. Refusal would mean she'd end up on the outside looking in. "HHHUUHHHH" as she breathed in a heavy snort of coke with one nostril. "HUUUHHH" as she tooted more coke with the other nostril. Little did she know, the type of cocaine Celso was offering was mixed with speed and some other synthetic drugs, which made the coke extremely addictive. The effect was almost instant, and wonderful. My God, so THIS is what it's like, as she laughed out loud. "I feel great!" she shouted to everyone as the girls looked at her and clapped. That night, despite her best efforts, Barbara snorted coke, and topped it off with speed. She knew she was high, very high, but could not overcome the complete feeling of euphoria she felt. She was on top of the world, and she would nail Celso now, she just knew it!!! She got tossed in the pool again about six a.m. as the party was winding down. As she got out, soaking wet, her breasts and nipples were shining through her soaked blouse, Celso approached her. "Here, Barbara. Here's some dry clothes. You can use that room over there to change," as he tossed them to her. The clothes fell to the ground as Barbara tried to catch them. However, she was too stoned to stand up straight much less, catch anything. She bent over, grabbed the clothes and ran into the room to get out of her dress. As she changed out of her wet dress and stood there, naked, she was started to find Celso had entered the room behind her and was watching her. "Mr. Celso...what...." but before she could say more he put a hand around her and began gently kissing her on the lips and caressing her exposed pussy with his other hand. "UHHMMM....No......." moaned Barbara, so high and horny she couldn't resist. "I've been watching you, Barbara," whispered Celso into her ear. " I know you try to hide your assets, but I can see what you have. I need someone I can trust. Someone who's smart. You're different, not like the other girls. I haven't quite figured you out yet, but I will," as he pulled her onto the bed as he unzipped his fly. "No....No....." as Barbara tried to resist but her willpower was sapped. She was too woozy to resist much and Celso's hand felt so good on her bare vagina, which was beginning to get wet and he fingered her clitoris, gently flicking it with his finger. "Ohhhhh," moaned Barbara letting out a gasp as Celso entered her with his finger. He probed her inside ever so gently, just rubbing her clitoris gently as she lay on the bed, her eyes closed, kissing one of the Gotham's most notorious criminals and moaned. "Ohhhhh.......Ohhhhhhhhh..." as Celso finger continued to slide back and forth across her clitoris. As high as she was, it didn't take long for Barbara to climax. She hadn't had a lover in some time, so the feeling of anything inside her, other than her dildo was most welcome. "Ohhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhh...as she began to breathe heavier as his fingers probed her insides. Celso stopped kissing her on the lips and moved his lips down to her size 36-C cup breasts, sucking one then the other with his mouth. That, combined with his finger was enough to bring her to orgasm. "OHHHHHH....UGGGGHHHHHHHH...she screamed as she succumed to a tremondous orgasm, her back arching as her pussy tried to take in more and Parkman's hand. A number his fingers had moved up inside of her vagina now, as he shook her clitoris and she again was struck by another even stronger orgasm. ""OOHHH.....GOOOOODDDDDDDD.......UUUUGGGGGGGGGGG" she wailed as the thunderous orgasm struck her. The special drugs Celso had given her made her breasts and vagina extra sensitive. It felt to her as though her skin had been stripped away, exposing raw nerves she never knew were there. As she lay there, weak from the two orgasms, she put her arms around Celso and kissed him on the mouth, as she felt him withdraw his hand and felt his penis touching her labia. Pleaseee...nooo...can't let him take me like this, she thought but it was too late as she felt his full penis penetrate her lips as he slide into her.. Coherent thought was long gone, the drugs had washed that away and the orgasm had left her panting like an animal waiting for more. She fell into rhythm as she felt Parkman's erect penis begin to throb in her, filling her and she slid up and down on it while he kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth. "Ohhh yess....yess....." she moaned as she headed toward another wave of pleasure. "Ohhhh...Gooddddddd....uuugggghhhhhhh," she cried as she felt his pelvis strike hers, his full penis enveloped inside of her. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.......UUUGGGGGGHHH....UGGGGHHHHHHHH......UGGGHHHHHH" she screamed so loud she thought half of Gotham could probably hear as her whole inside seemed to explode. Her entire pelvic area seemed to explode as she laid there, screaming with pleasure, riding Celso's bone as her vagina throbbed with pleasure, clamping down on Celso's penis and the pair continued to writhe. Her body now glistening with the sweat of passion as she held Celso close so he couldn't escape her pussy which was now soaked. "UGGGGHHHHHHHHH.....GGOOOOOODDDD" gasped Celso as Barbara Gordon felt him explode inside of her, as she tightened her pussy to milk more of his semen from him. Over the next two hours, the pair continued to make love, as Parkman fed Barbara more coke and speed to keep her going. Finally, after three hours of lovemaking in total, she collasped, unable to get up as she lay on top of Parkman, his dick still in her as she slept. The next night was her night off. "Boy, too tired to be Batgirl tonight," thought Barbara. She realized she was a little depressed at not being at Celso's side, as she poured herself a glass of wine. Later, as she sat in her apartment, alone she thought, "Why not?" grabbed her car keys and headed down to the club. Hi, Desirree, where's the boss?" she said as she walked in in a tight shirt, making the best use of her size 34-C cup breasts. "He's in the office," she nodded as Barbara headed toward the office in the back of the club. "Barbara, what are you doing here," Celso demanded as he looked up from some paperwork. "Just thought I'd stop by, boss," she said flippantly as she batted her eyes at him. "Well, aren't I the lucky one," he said a he grabbed her and drew her close to him and kissed her on the lips. "Ummmm..you feel good," he whispered as he kissed her again and ran his hand down the front of her lightweight shorts, fingering her pussy. "Here, try some of this, if you think you had a good orgasm last night," he said throwing her a capsule of something. She looked at it, as Pitt laughed and began to explain what to do with it. "This will enhance your senses, Barbara. REALLY enhance your senses," he explained as he ripped open the capsule and held it up under her nose. "Go on. Take it," he urged her. Barbara hesitated. She knew one night was not going to mean Celso was beginning to trust her. She took a large noseful of the powerful powder and instantly felt her heart begin racing, her senses heighten. Before Barbara knew what was happening Celso placed her on top of the desk, unzipped his pants and pulled down her shorts, all in a manner of a couple of seconds. Barbara Gordon was now sitting on Frank Celso's desk, naked from the waist down as he slid his penis past her lips and into her, causing her to gasp. "Oh....Frank..." moaned Barbara as she began to thrust her hips, unable to contain her lust."Slam me, slam me!" she demanded as Celso began to thrust harder and harder on her pelvis. Barbara felt another incredible climax building in her as Celso began to gently kiss her neck. It was enough to send Barbara over the edge as she seized with his penis in her. "UGGHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as he pulled her close, muffling her scream.He continued to pound her, pulling almost all the way out of her, then thrusting in, past her clitoris. "Ahhhhh....ummmmmmphhhhhhhh" was all she could manage as Barbara Gordon climaxed again and again as she lay down on the desk and closed her eyes and surrounded him with her powerful legs. On her third orgasm she felt Celso seize in her as she clamped down on his penis, eager to keep him in her as long as she could. Twenty-minutes later, as the pair lay on top of his desk, Celso still inside of her, Barbara lay back weakly on the desk. She was still high. Her body was soaked with perspiration and her brown-haired vagina was matted with cum and sweat. "Barbara, I don't want you to leave my side. I've never had sex like this with anyone. There's something about you, something I can't quite figure yet," smiled Celso, "but I know I want you here with me tonight," as he kissed her again and she felt him seize again in her womb. Barbara spend the rest of the evening with Celso as she accompanied him to the nightly partly on the roof. That night, Barbara stayed high most of the night, inhaling one line after another of potent cocaine. Her mind and heart were racing. She knew it was wrong, but could not beleive the high she got from being with Celso she thought as her drugged mind fell off to sleep, the body of Celso on top of her, his penis inside of her for the umpteenth time that night. That morning, she awoke with a terrible hangover from the partying and drugs. Although her mind was in a semi-fog, Barbara managed to pull herself out of Celso's bed. He continued to lay on the bed, snoring loudly as she began to rumage through his desk, intent on trying to find something, anything about his business. "Ah, here it is," she thought with glee as she came across a list of suppliers. Although there were no names, only numbers, there were pager numbers on the list, something Batgirl would be able to trace with no problem. "Honey, where are you," moaned Celso as he started to wake up. "Ah, just getting dressed" answered Barbara quickly as she shut the desk. "Damm, I'll have to get in here later," she thought to herself as she returned to Celso. After Barbara left, Celso called on of his assistants. "Rocko, follow Jones home and toss her apartment. I want to know if she's legit. I really like her, but I'm not takin' any chances, got it?" "Got it, boss," said Rocko with a nod. Barbara had the next two days off and enjoyed them. She had dinner with her uncle, Commissioner Gordon and relaxed around her apartment. Several times she opened her secret closet, the one containing her Batgirl costume but decided against returning to the streets yet as Batgirl. The second night she went out with some friends to a hot disco she had heard about and stayed out til closing. Although she had a couple of beers, her close friends weren't into the drug scene, although while she was in the bathroom she could hear a score going down. She had to admit, she wouldn't mind some cocaine. Two days later Celso called in Rocko. "Rocko, what did you find when you followed Jones home? "Boss, er...well...when she left last night to go out with friends we picked the lock on her apartment. She had a pretty good security system, but nothing I hadn't seen before. We tossed the apartment and came up empty handed, until we found a fake closet. Ah..." "What, what?" Celso demanded. "Goddammed it, is she some kind of cop or what?" "Well...we found a Batgirl costume and a utility belt. I think it was the real thing. The belt contained all kinds of devices and gagets. The costume appeared to be made from a bulletproof material, boss." "I don't believe it...Batgirl...Barbara Jones?" "Actually, her real name is Barbara Gordon, as in police commissioner Gordon's daughter. "This is too much," gasped Celso. "Gordon is Batgirl and she's obviously working undercover. Oh boy. Well, little does she know we're gonna play her like a fiddle," said Celso clapping his hands. "Let's put a 24-hour tail on her, make sure she's really Batgirl and not some nut dressed up in a costume, and get Desiree in here." That night, Celso called Barbar and told her it was slow and not to come in, although she would have to work the next few nights in a row. It was a hot, sultry night. Perfect for some crime in Gotham, Barbara thought as she looked out over the city after putting down the phone. A perfect night for Batgirl to return as she went into her bedroom and activiated the wall in her closet. As it turned it revealed her Batgirl costume and equipment. She stripped down to her panties and an athletic bra. Then she pulled on the pants of her Batgirl costume. "I'll wear the lightweight, Kelvar tonight," she thought, "gonna be a hot one out there," as she zipped up the black pants that clung tightly to her legs and thighs. Then, she donned her upper costume. Putting her hands into the arms like a shirt and zipping it up her front. The zipper was cleverly concealed so almost no one could see the seam where it zipped. She stood in front of the mirror. Her breasts made the yellow bat symbol over her chest stick out even more as she admired the costume. Next came the boots and gloves. Finally she was almost ready. Save for the mask, she was Batgirl, although the woman without the mask was still Barbara Gordon with short brown hair. She grabbed her red wig, placed it on her head and positioned it and then brought down her mask and cowl. Batgirl, the most famous female crime fighter of all stared back at her. Unkown to her, as Batgirl left the apartment by a concealed door, several men were watching her apartment at all times with night vision TV cameras, which had been positioned strategically on several nearby buildings. As Batgirl left the apartment building of Barbara Gordon, a team located in a nearby van was watching and taping everything. Two nights later at her apartment before her shift, Barbara contemplated the nights events the last time she had worked. She was in! She hoped that now, Celso trusted her, and wanted her. Now, somehow she had to penetrate his inner circle. Find out how he ran the business and distributed the drugs without getting his hands dirty so the police couldn't touch him. Plus, she had to lay her hands on that list. It was a key to shutting him down. "I've got to maintain control," she vowed, shaking her head at the thought of Batgirl doing drugs, as she packed her belongings into her purse and grabbed her car keys before heading to the club. That night, at the party after work, Barbara managed to drink wine for the first hour, before she realized everybody was doing speed, herion and coke and making love near the pool. She had just come out of the ladies room and realized everyone was now naked and making love, couples were spread out everywhere. "Need some of this, dear," smiled Celso, offering Barbara a large glass top with a huge line of coke laced with herion on it. "Sure," laughed Barbara, suspecting once again, she was being evaluated by Celso. "Smmmmhhh.....smmmmhhhhh....ssmmmmmhh" as Barbara Gordon snorted the potent mixture of coke and herion. Her mind instantly began to race and the quick high hit her like a freight train, sending her soaring into the heavens as instant eurphoria took over. After several more toots Barbara was flying high, flush with the excitement of the moment and of getting closer to Celso. "Here, try this," he smiled offering her a small capsule. "Ah...what's this?" asked Barbara. "It's called, Ecstacy, a potent sex drug, my dear. It will make you feel like nothing you've ever had," he said putting the capsule in her hand. Barbara knew everyone was looking. "Hey, no problem," she laughed as she quickly downed the capsule. In her already drugged state she didn't realize how potent this latest drug could be. "Come on, let's go into my private office," smiled Celso. "Well, er, I don't know," hesitated Barbara, not knowing whether being alone with him would be a good idea. While she desperately wanted to know how his operation worked, she wasn't sure she wanted to wind up having sex with him again. "Come on. I really like you, Jones. In fact, I'm thinking of having you run some of my business. That is, if you're interested. Trapped between wanting to bust Cleso and her own misgivings, Barbara relented reasoning she was doing what it would take to bust him. Something Batgirl could never do. "Ok, but you behave yourself," she giggled as he led her into the building and through a series of stairways that eventually led to an inner sanctum. The room was like something out of Playboy, she thought. Part bedroom, party room and office. It contained a large bed, a bar and a traditional desk with some chairs for meetings. As if he were reading her mind, Celso leaned over and whispered, "This is where I do my real business, the stuff I don't want the cops to know about as he leaned over and kissed Barbara on the neck. He brought her to him and she could feel his hard dick, poking through his tight pants as he kissed her on the mouth. Barbara's heart was beating fast as Celso's hand moved over her lowcut blouse she wore at the club which clung tightly to her upper torso, quickly undoing its buttons. The dress came next, as she pulled it off herself, revealing her body. She laughed as she realized she hadn't worn a bra that night and was standing there topless, now clad only in her panties, her breasts staring Celso in the face as he pulled her down onto the bed. She crawled under the covers of the silk sheets as Celso removed his clothes and got in beside her. Had she not been so high, Barbara would have been revulsed at making love to Celso again and again, but in her condition, she was horny and turned on by having sex as Barbara Gordon in the liar of one of Gotham's most notorious criminals. "Come on, honey, I want in!!" cried Celso as Barbara got on top of him and played for a few moments with his penis, her breats dangling inches away from his mouth. She took Celso in her arms and brought him tight against her chest, as he began to suck her nipples. "Ahhhhhh...that's it...ohhhhhhhh" moaned Barbara as she began to breathe heavier. She then took Celso huge member in her hand and squatted up, placing her pussy over his shaft and lowering down onto it, as she felt him enter her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh.....ohhhhhhhhhhhh...." she cried as she began to slide up and down on the blood gorged pole of muscle inside of her, her heart beating faster and faster. She didn't notice the other two men enter the room until she was pushed over by a firm hand. "What?" was all she could utter when she realized another man was standing behind her, pushing her over in order to stick his penis up her anus. "No, no, not that," cried Barbara. "Come on, Barbara, relax. It's just Joe. I told him this would be a great foursome. You and three of us. Relax, babe and enjoy it. I guarantee it's gonna be unforgetable," as he pulled her down. "No!" gasped Barbara, too late for even as she said it, she could feel the penis tearing into her anus. She was too wozy from the coke to fight back much, and frankly, more than a little turned on, she had to admit to herself. She'd never had sex with more than one man before. "Ahhhhhhh....." she continued to gasp as she felt the penis continue to push into her anus. "Ohhhhhhh...noooo......" she cried but she began to thrust again, trying to please both men who were now inside of her. Just as she was about to open her eyes, she felt the presence of someone else. "What was that about a foursome?" she thought as she came face to face with a giant penis. She looked up to see another well endowed male shoving a penis into her face. He grabbed her by the cheeks with both hands as he pushed his penis into her. "Gurrr....ummmphhhhhhh...gaaahhh......" was all she could manage as the three men started to pound her. Barbara was suddenly very turned on by the thought of three men having her and she thrusted harder and harder until she felt Celso, then the man in her mouth, seize almost at the same instant. "UUHHHH....YEEEESSSS" as both men sighed as she felt the warm semen enter her womb as Celso's penis jumped. She was having trouble breathing, and nearly chocked as the man in her mouth squirted a wad of cum into her throat as she caressed his penis with her tongue, sucking on his penis to get the last of his cum. As she sucked the last of his cum, she felt the man in her anus shoot his warm wad into her ass. It was a strange feeling, but one she enjoyed, feeling as though she was in control of three men.. It was too much, and she finally lost control as a huge orgasm ripped through her. "My.......my.....uuuuggggggghhhh......GGGOOOOOOOODD GGGOOOOOODDDDDD," UUGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH......" as Barbara Gordon exploded in a fury of passion, sliding up and down on both cocks, taking the third cock in her mouth and trying to bring another orgasm out of the penis there. Another orgasm followed and another as she rocked back and forth on each penis, each man coming again in quick succession. By this time her naked body shone from the sweat that had formed on her. She glistened in the light, her nipples at attention as she continued to rock back and forth, even in exhaustion. Finally, she collasped after a fifth orgasm, laying back onto the bed as the man behind her pulled out and the man whose penis was in her mouth rolled off the bed. She lay there, nude, wet and so tired and spent she couldn't move as she fell fast asleep. She had never had such intense sex or climaxes before. It was as if she was experiencing an orgasm for the first time she had been so turned on. Barbara awoke some time later to find Celson over her, smiling. "Hello, honey. Have fun" he laughed. "Yea, you bet, sweetheart," replied Barbara with a laugh. "What are you doing now? "I want to bring you down a bit, to discuss some business. Trust me, this will only take a minute and you'll feel like new," Parkman said. Suddenly, Barbara could feel something in her arm. What? She looked to see Parkman squeezing a needle into her left arm, a rubber hose around her upper arm. "My God," she thought, "he's injecting me..." but as she realized what was happening she grew very calm. Total calmness. She felt good. Not going at 100 mph, more like 20 miles per hour now, she thought as Cleos injected her with a potent and most addicting mixture of herion and other chemicals. "This will take the edge off, baby," he said calmly as he finished the injection. "Great," whispered Barbara as she pulled Celso to her and felt his penis enter her. "Great" Every inch of her pussy seemed to have a nerve. Just the slightest thrust of Celso's brought her close to orgasm as he moved on top and her and began to slam her. As he did, he sucked her breasts, hard with his tongue. "My...God....." gasped Barbara in a haze. "This is even better....better uugghhhhh.... than before" as she seized. Her entire body was sensitive to his touch and as the pair kissed, she allowed another orgasm to wash over her as she wrapped her legs around Parkman. "UGGHHH........Celllll.........AAAAHHHHHHH" as she felt herself seize again and again and again. Barbara awoke with a terrrible hangover several hours later. It was the middle of the afternoon as she got up from the bed and put a robe on that was hanging next to the bed. She went to an adjoining bathroom where she showered. She gazed at herself in the mirror as she dried her short brown hair. She noticed her once noticable well defined muscles had shrunken and there were small bags under her eyes. "What have you become, Barabara Gordon?" she said to her reflection in the mirror. "Somone willing to do what it takes to destroy this man," she answered to herself as she changed into her dress from the previous night. As she did, she heard several people enter the room and begin talking. One of them was Celso. "Ok, ok, the shipment goes out from Cali tomorrow and we'll land it in Florida, then transfer it to several smaller planes down there, right Carlos," said Celso. "Right, boss. We figure the stuff's worth about 25-million once we cut it," said one of the men. "Just a minute, I want you guys to meet a new associate of mine. Someone I know we can trust," said Celso. "Barbara, honey, are you in there. Get out here, there's some friends I want you to meet," shouted Celso. Barbara opened the door to the bathroom and walked out as the men's eyes in the room buldged. Even sapped some because of the drugs, Barbara Gordon's body still cut a good figure. "Gentelmen, meet Barabra Jones." "Pleased to meet you all," smiled Barbara. "Barbara this is Carlos, Guy and Allen," said Parkman holding her close as she shook hands with some of Gotham's most notorius drug dealers. "Gentlemen, thanks for coming and I'll see you all in a few days back here," said Celso dismissing the three. "Hey, honey I thought I was going to be involved in this somehow. I'm disappointed," as Barbara tried to feign mock disappointment. "Don't worry, honey, your time is coming. We just need to get this shipment in and then I'm going to let you handle some major scores for me. "Come on, let's go back to bed," as the pair returned to the bed and began another session of energetic lovemaking. Barbara had taken the night off from the club, mainly to relax from the 24-hour high she'd been on. She met her friend Mary Prudy and had dinner at a resturant near her apartment. As they sat accross from each other, Mary put her hand out. "Barbara, I'm worried about you. I hope you don't take this wrong, but you look tired. Are you getting enough sleep?" "Sure, I'm fine, really,"smiled Barbara, who actually was feeling better since the coke she'd snorted just before leaving her apartment. "Well, I'm worried about you. You look like you're burning the candle at both ends. Is it a guy?" "Yes," admitted Barbara, "He's nice, not like the young guys I used to date. He's got his own business." Later that evening as Barbara sat in her jacuzzi, she tried to form a plan for busting Celso. Although she had to admit, she did enjoy the socializing. She thought of Batgirl. This would be the greatest bust ever for the Dark Angel. What a way to come back from the hell of being tortured by Dr. Zed, she thought with excitement. She had mixed feelings, however. Celso treated his employees well. Even if he supplied drugs in large amounts to them, she had never seen him so much as yell at an employee. He was smart, funny and, she had to admit, fun. The next night, she actually found herself eager with excitement over the propect of getting back to work at the club. She was looking forward to relaxing after work with some of the girls whom she had become friendly with. It was difficult being a superheroine. Close friends were hard to have since one was always battling crime, she thought. Perhaps this was just the break she, and Batgirl, needed. She knew that night was going to be a big score. She just didn't know where it would come in. She would have to do her undercover work as Barbara, and then bust in as Batgirl. Barbara figured she would get Celso to talk about it, once he was high and they were in bed. That night, the party was bigger and noiser than usual. People were everywhere as Barbara made the rounds with Celso. She had worked a full night, and she was getting edgy as Celso took her from one person to the next, talking and playing host. She had had little to eat, or snuff, and needed to take the edge off the night. Finally someone offered her a sniff of coke and she snorted several lines. Within moments, she felt great again, on top and in control. Moments later, Celso offered her a dose of the pervious nights chemicals in a needle. She quickly accepted. She didn't want to admit to herself she had secretly been looking forward to the feeling it produced. She lost count how many lines she snorted that night, rationalizing she had crossed the line of trust. She knew Celso was watching as she quickly snorted another line of coke. The last thing she remembered was making love to Celso in his jacuzzi. The orgasm was so thunderous she had passed out as she fell into his arms in the hottub as he slammed her pussy against the walls of the hottub, Barbara too stoned to even last for more than two orgasms before she passed out from the orgasms which seemed to grow in intensity each time she made love with Celso. The next morning she awoke nude on Celso's bed. It was 11 a.m. She felt terrible as she got up and looked into the mirror. Her eyes were sunken, her hair a mess. She knew she had to find the information on Celso's drug empire quickly or she would wind upa junkie. Just then the door opened and Celso entered. "Good morning, angel. Sleep well?" he laughed. "I feel like shit," she moaned as she began to put her clothes on. "Well, I've got to go somewhere for a meeting. I won't be back for several hours, so make yourself at home here," he said gesturing around the secret office. "I guess I'll see you tonight at the club, heh?" he said as he pulled her close to him and kissed Barbara Gordon. "Sure, tonight, honey," said Barbara as Celso closed the door. Barbara waited a few minutes, then proceed to search his desk. After a few minutes of searching she found what she was looking for. A book that contained the drop times and places for Parkman's drug shipments, and where those shipments would be transferred to. The large shipment for that night was slated to be delivered to the Gotham Truck Terminal 31 about midnight. "Bingo," she cried. "Batgirl's back in business." That night, Barbara Jones called in sick to work. "No problem, Barbara," said Sandy, who handled the wait staff, "just get better and we'll see you tomorrow night." Batgirl waited on a nearby roof for the large truck she knew would soon pull up. "Man, am I tired tonight," she thought to herself. "Really wiped out. I could almost use some coke," she thought with a laugh. Just the tought of the sex of the past week was enough to get her moist in her costume as she tought of the intense partying and love making. Celso's car had just pulled up next to a door of the terminal. Only he and one other man were around. A few minutes later, Batgirl heard a rumble and the squeaking of brakes as a large 18-wheeler pulled up and into the terminal. "Party time" she tought as she crept into the window she had opened earlier. Batgirl could hear the murmur of several voice below her, discussing something as she lowered herself to the floor, determined to surprise the men. It wasn't anything Batgirl hadn't done dozens of times before. Batgirl lept off a crate, and gave a kick judo kick to the trucker, sending him sprawling as she turned to deal with Celso's assistant. He ducked her kick but she had anticiapted it and swung around again, this time sending him to the ground with a hard right. "Ah, Barbara Gordon, nice of you to join us," shouted Celso. Batgirl hesitated as she heard that name called. "Yes, that's right, Barbara, or should I say Barbara Jones. I'm really disappointed in you, Barbara. Here I thought we were lovers, close friends and you would bust me for the same drugs you yourself were taking? Batgirl had stopped by this time, unable to speak she was so surprised. "Let me show you something, honey," said Celso. "Look at that video screen over there." As she turned to look, she saw what appeared to be her apartment house. As she watched, Batgirl exited out the secret door. Next, the video cut to a very nude Barbara Gordon having sex with three men. "My God...the other night. Oh no...no" she thought as she watched the video of herself learning over to snort a line of cocaine as she fucked Celso, and had a penis implanted up her anus. Then Barbara Gordon leaned over and put a large penis in her mouth as she continued to be fucked in both ends. "You see, Batgirl. You really have no choice. Bust us and the world will know you, Batgirl are a slut, willing to do anything, including fucking three men at once for a hit of coke. Your secret identity will be revealed and the world will know what you really are." Batgirl was stunned. "I...don't know what to say," she said, her head looking down, ashamed. "Nothing's going to change, Barbara. You and I will still be a couple. You'll still work for me, only now you'll just make more money. Batgirl knew she had to bide her time, until she could gain control of the situation. How many people knew her secret? Where was the video? "I know what you're thinking, Barbara. You want to get your hands on that video, then get rid of me because I know your secret. Well, I'll let you in on a secret. A number of copies of that video have been made, one is in a swiss bank vault, another in a bank vault here. You really have no choice, so come along," as Celso gestured she get in the limo. Sensing she had no choice, Batgirl got into the limo and it drove away. Once inside the limo, Parkman offered her some coke. "No, can't," said Batgirl, determined to retain her wits. "Have it your way, but take that mask off. I know who you are, besides, your friends will pay for your indescretions should you decide not to cooperate, Barbara. Batgirl lifted off her mask and her wig, dropping both on the floor. That night, Celso held a huge party. He closed his club so everyone could attend the celebration of a new partner, as he called her. The banner over the outdoor patio read "Congrats Barbara Jones" as the dozens of employees and underworld types poured in. The booze and drugs flowed openly as Parkman kept Barbara at his side, introducing her to everyone with a big smile on his face. "Meet, Ms. Jones, I know she's going to be a great addition to our enterprise," as he introduced her. Barbara had steeled herself with copious amounts of cocaine and Ecstacy, which she took with reckless abandon. Her undercover operation had failed and now Celso and his associates knew her innermost secret. Worse, they would hurt her friends if she failed to cooperate. That night, Barbara Gordon had sex with Celso several times. After he was done, he passed her off to Rocko and several associates who gang banged her for several hours. She didn't care. She snorted one line after another as she took one penis after and placed it into her, and was rammed into submission as she rocked back and forth, her energy fueled by the potent drugs she had taken. The orgasms were so often and so thunderous she finally passed out, falling over on top of one of the men as he pumped away inside of her unconscious body, his arms around her in a bear hug as he squirted his semen into Barbara's dripping pussy. Finally, after sucking her nipples raw, he threw her off of him as her unconscious body went sprawling onto the bed, her light brown pussy wet with the cum of many men, cum seeping out of her vagina, anus and mouth. As the sun came up over Gotham that morning, Barbara Gordon lay on Celso's office floordried cum was all over her body as she lay naked on the floor, still passed out from the night's debauchery, her cowl and wig laying next to her as her breast moved slowly up and down from breathing. She awoke around noon when Celso entered and slapped her awake. "Get up, get up, Batgirl," he said, gently slapping her face as she looked groggily up at him. "Come on, get some clothes on, we've got work to do Barbara," he commanded throwing her some clothes. Barabara Gordon shook her head to get the cobwebs out as she remembered the previous night's discovery of her Batgirl personna and the gang bang she had participated willingly in. What have I done? My God... she thought as she put on her clothes as Celso watched her get dressed. In a meeting later that day, Celso outlined how Batgirl would protect a drug shipment coming into the city. She would speed ahead and if any sign of trouble appeared, handle it, or summon the police, telling them she was guarding a shipment for Gotham Associates, a legit car wholesale firm Celso owned, although no one could tie him to it. It was a front to launder money through and very useful as a legit for-profit business. There would be a number of cars with drugs in them, but nothing that would appear out-of-the-ordinairy for a car wholesaler. Over the next several weeks, Barbara as Batgirl patrolled the city, spying on Celso's fellow drug dealers, using her stealth skills to plant false evidence on them, then summon police. Celso was quickly becoming the most powerful drug figure in the city, only because his rivals were being elminated. With a "secret weapon" it was rumored. Celso meantime, continued to feed Barbara a daily diet of coke and Ecstacy, summoning her to his office to make love to him daily. "Come on, come on," he yelled one night after closing the bar at Batgirl. The bar was totally deserted except for Celso and four of his assistants. The stage was lit and Batgirl was onstage in her black costume, adorned with the Bat logo across her chest and her utility belt hanging from her waist. Her cape, cowl and wig completed the disguise. Batgirl gyrated to the disco music as she did a strip tease for the men.Slowly, she took off her gloves, then boots, then over the course of an entire Donna Summer song, unzipped and removed her costume. Batgirl was naked except for her cape and cowl. Under the mask of Batgirl, Barbara hardly knew what she was doing. Constantly fueled by cocaine of the purest sort, she was actually enjoying the movement and the whistles of the men who sat mesmerized by her presence. The music thundered as she teased the men with her mask, reaching up and beginning to remove it several times, only to stop and tease them more as she shoved her well trimed brown public hair into their faces. Then, after three tries, she removed her mask and wig as Celso grabbed her and threw her to the stage, unzipping his pants and savagely inserting his rock hard member into her wet pussy and he rammed her over and over. When he was done, she took on the other four men and for several hours engaged in an orgy of sex and drugs, at times being attended to by all four men, one pounding away with his blood gorged member inside her, another pushing and throbbing insider her anus, while her tongue worked another's penis deep inside her mouth. Still another would be suckling her breasts. The Ecstacy ensured she was horny for several hours of lovemaking with the men as she took one, then the next into her, draining them of each drop of semen until they had to surrender out of exhaustion and she finally passed out from yet another hit of coke and Esctasy. As Batgirl, she continued to be successful for Celso. She knew she had to be. He had had one of her closet friends from girlhood followed and taped as one of Celso's men took her on a date. "See how easy it would be to just kill her," Celso said one night as Barbara watched the tape. "You just keep following orders or everyone you know will wind up with their throats slit, my dear," he said. Celso knew he didn't have to remind her and with the constant supply of drugs to Barbara it wasn't likely, hooked as she was on cocaine and Ecstacy she would go anywhere or do anything anyway because he had become her supplier. When Barbara wasn't guarding a drug shipment, she and Celso were having sex and doing drugs, late into the night and early morning. Barbara couldn't help herself as the incredible feeling washed over her, each time she snorted the potent mixture of coke, speed or whatever other drug Celso cut the coke with. Her heart pounded like it would jump out of her 36-C cup chest as the pair moved and twisted together, Celso's member deep inside Batgirl as she tightened her muscles around him, drawing every drop of his cum. Celso had Barbara patrolling every night as Batgirl. Barbara, run down by the drugs and late nights was fraying on all ends. "My God," she gasped as she stared at herself in the mirror of her apartment one morning. Her eyes had shrunken, she was thin and pale and her hands had recently begun to tremble. Barbara put all that out of her mind though as she began to think about the night ahead. Another large drug shipment was due in and she was charged with driving it in. The coke would be placed in a specially built black Porshe Batgirl would be driving. After all, the police wouldn't bother her. Barbara flew to a town about 100-miles west of Gotham and picked up the car from a guy in a sleazy bar outside a small town. Unkown to Barbara, one of the girls from the club was watching the deal go down, Desiree. Desiree had her own eyes on the top job and Barbara's sudden appearance had knocked her down in the pecking order. She was determined to do something about that! After she picked up the stash she drove out of town as it got dark and donned her Batgirl costume for the drive home incase she was stopped by any cops. No one would question Batgirl. Easy night, I'll be back by midnight, in time for the party, she thought as she hummed to a song as the radio blasted. Batgirl leaned down and picked up a small tin from the seat beside her and opened it, snorting a couple hits of coke. "Just the thing to keep me awake," she thought as she added another couple lines for good measure. The Porshe handled great, she thought. Much better than the Batcycle she had been using. The trip was uneventful. The Porshe hummed along, doing about 95-110 most of the time on the almost deserted highway as it wound down from the foothills. Batgirl looked at her speedometer as she sped along, confident that any police wouldn't bother her if pulled over. "Great car," she laughed as she put the pedel down further, hitting 130. As she came around a curve heading downhill she spotted an 18-wheeler ahead and another one, just completing its pass. "Better slow it down a bit," she thought she gently braked. "What the..?" as she felt the brake pedal go all the way to the floor, no brake at all. She let up on the gas, but the accelerator was also stuck. She tried downshifting the car into neutral, but suddenly found the car wouldn't shift. She knew immediately it must be sabatoge. "Oh, oh," Batgirl said aloud as she downshifted,sending the car skidding on the road, wet here from a passing rainshower. Batgirl recovered control of the speeding Porshe as she zipped around the truck but knew she was in trouble. She was still far from the valley and was now heading downhill at 150 mph. Just then, another turn appeared as she struggled to control the car on the curve. As she came out of it, the car brushed the guardrail, as she tried to slow her speeding bullet. There was merely a loud screeching noise as the passenger side of the car smacked the guardrail sending sparks flying. The car was now doing about 165 and gaining speed as it headed into another turn. As she struggled to keep the car against the guardrail another truck appeared. "Shit!" she thought to herself as she pulled around it and struck the outer guardrail as the car bounced back and forth against it. Although she had no brakes, Batgirl could feel the car suddenly slow. "The crash must have knocked the accelerator loose," she thought to herself, as both gloves gripped the wheel holding it hard against the guardrail. Slowly, through several other turns the car began to slow, down to 130, then 90, finally to 85 as Batgirl approached what she knew was the bottom of this part of the freeway. "Yes!" she hollered out loud, as she came around the final curve. The smile turned quickly to dread however when Batgirl realized her victory might be short lived as she heard the whistle of an oncoming train. The blinking lights were already warning her to stop but without brakes she was still doing 80. "May...be I can make it...oh please....." she begged as the car burst threw the lowered wooden gates. CRASH! as the train scored a direct hit on the Porshe, driving it side over side over side and dragging it down the track in a heap of twisted metal and smoke as the train tried to brake. As the train sped by, the car, almost impaled on the front end, broke loose, rolled down an embankment and came to rest near a small clearing. Inside lay Batgirl, bleeding from several wounds, metal twisited around her as she lay there semi-conscious. "Barbara, Barbara, wake up, wake up.." Batgirl struggled to consciousness as she lay in the wreckage of the Porshe. Every movment was painful. She knew she had broken several ribs and and arm, not to mention several bruises, cuts and contusions. "Barbara, Batgirl...wake up," Barbara focused her eyes as she felt a hard slap to her masked face. Thank God, it was Desiree, her friend from Celso's club. "We'll get you out of here in no time," she smiled as Batgirl began to hear the sound of a jaws-of-life to cut her body out of the wreckage. Minutes later, Desiree and several men lifted her out of the car. "OHhhhhhh....God, God....help ...... it hurts....arrggghhhhhh" Batgirl cried as she was lifted out, her body protesting the movement of its broken bones. The men laid her near the car as Batgirl lay there, unable to move and still in a state of semi-shock. As she lay there she felt her costume being removed. She figured the men were going to provide some sort of medical attention so she didn't protest as she laid on the ground next to the wreckage her costume being removed until she was totally naked except for her mask. She gasped, however, when she felt what felt like a penis enter her. "What? What.... are you doing?" she asked, still in shock as she looked up. Batgirl opened her eyes to see a large man astride her, a large smile on his face as she realized she wasn't being rescued, but raped. "GRRAAHHHHH" she screamed as Desiree kicked her in the side, as the man atop her began to slam her broken pelvis with his penis. "No....no...please.....aahhhhhhhhh...noo.....ohhhhhhhh" Batgirl screamed as the man continued to slam her, moving her pelvis. There was little Batgirl could do in her weakened and injured state as the man continued to pummel her pelvis, until she felt him explode inside of her womb. "Des...why? Please.....stop this...I"ll do anything " pleaded the Dark Angel as the next man rolled her over and thrust his penis into her vagina from behind her and pulled her mask off. "Because Barbara. I know you want to bring down Celso, but I think he's fallen for you. He knows you're bad for our business, and I think he actually thinks you won't double cross him. Bullshit. I know better, honey. So, let's say I'm just finishing off the competition," she smiled as she watched Barbara Gordon be raped over and over from her seat on part of the car wreck. "NNOOOOOO..NOOOOOO....Heellpp....please.......please........stopppppp.." Barbara began to cry as she was endlessly gang raped, her broken body thrown around like a rag doll as she was hoisted upon the splinterd back seat, a cock still in her, while her assailant held her body and walked over to the back seat, slamming her down on the small part that was left, his penis ramming her repeatedly. "No....stoppp......the pain...please...." she begged as she sweat profusely from the pain and beating she was receiving. "Shut up, Batgirl. This is something I've been waiting for for a long time," hissed the fifth man to have her that night. Barbara, slowly wrapped her legs around the man, hoping he would come soon and end her beating, as she pulled him closer to her. "AHHHHHHHH" gasped the man as she felt him seize inside her womb, emptying his seed into her beaten body. As the man withdrew himself from her, he shoved her to what was left of the back floor of the wreck. "AHHHH" Barbara Gordon shouted in pain, unable to dislodge herself from the wedge she found herself in, trapped between the remains of the front and back seats. With a broken arm and pelvis, she was unable to move. She could hear the group laughing as they collected their things. "They're going to leave me here to die of exposure or internal injuries," she thought to herself. "Soon long, Batgirl," she heard Desiree say a few feet from her. "To think a stripper was the person who wound up killing the Batgirl. Who would believe it?" she said as Barbara looked over to see Desiree and suddenly gasped with the realization of what was about to happen. My God, got to get my utility belt..NO! her brain screamed as she struggled in vain to dislodge herself. The pain from her broken body proved too much as she lay there, unable to move more than an inch. "Beg me for your life and I may reconsider," said Desiree. "Please....I'm begging you, Desiree. Please save me, I'll do anything. Please...please have mercy," begged a defeated heroine, her eyes looking up at Desiree, pleading for mercy. "Batgirl...Barbara, you just shouldn't be soooo trusting, heh, heh, " laughed Desiree as she tossed a lit match into the wreckage which had been soaked with gasoline. WHOOSSSHHHH" "HEELLPPPPP!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....AAHHHHHHH Instantly, the entire wreckage was filled with flames, the screams of Batgirl, Barbara Gordon, echoing off the canyon walls as she lay trapped in the wreckage of her Porshe. Moments later, Barbara felt herself being pulled from the wreckage, but she was in too much pain and shock for it to register. Desiree and her gang had immediately left the area upon setting the fire and the unknown rescuer, hearing the screams of a woman, arrived just as the others were leaving in another direction. The stranger hauled the battered and badly burned body of Batgirl out of the Porshe and lay her on the ground. He could see the remains of her Batgirl mask on the ground and peices of the costume as it had been ripped off of her and guessed it was the Dark Angel he was now looking at. He quickly gathered up the costume and utility belt, which also lay nearby and stuffed them in his nearby car. Then he grabbed Barbara Gordon, threw her over his shoulder and climbed up to his car and rushed her to a nearby hospital. He didn't tell hospital officials who she was, only that she was a friend, and reported the wreck to police. He had taken her wallet and stashed it, suspecting if word got out Batgirl or this Barbara Gordon person was alive, the people that had tried to kill her would certainly come back to finish the job, and quite possibly him. Barbara Gordon lay in a coma in critical condition for several days. Her face and parts of her body were badly burned and her other injuries were serious, broken ribs, internal injuries, a broken arm, another arm that was fractured as was her pelvis. Fortunately, doctors weren't looking for signs of rape, or that would have initiated more questions. Barbara awoke after several days, moaning constantly, sometimes yelling for the nurses to kill her, her burns punished her so much. She couldn't see her face, hands and most of her body, for they were wrapped in a cloth, although on the five day, she was ordered to begin undergoing whirlpool baths to bathe the dead skin away. Doctors also told her of the mysterious stranger who had saved her and appeared from time to time to see how she was doing. "So, you're the bastard who saved me?" she asked him when he showed up at her bedside after a week. "I wish you hadn't." "Geez, a simple thanks would be ok," as he leaned over closer to her ear. "Besides, your secret is safe with me, Batgirl," he whispered, as Barbara gasped at what he said. "No one knows who you are yet, Miss Gordon and I won't tell, but really, I risked my life for you. A simple thanks, maybe?" he grinned. "OK, yea, thanks. It's just that I'm in so much pain," she said, her hands trembling from the withdrawl she was undergoing for her drug use. The stranger continued to appear every other day or so as Barbara lay in her bed, her condition still critical. Finally, after weeks of care, she snuck a look at herself one day in the reflection of herself on the whirlpool stainless steel. "My God...MY GOD...NOOOO!!" she broke down as she gazed at the horrible face in front of her. Her right side from her hairline to her chest was almost completely scarred over by scar tissue, making Barbara Gordon almost unrecognizable. . "My God, I can't even go out in public like this," she thought as she cried in horror at what had happened to her. The next few weeks were filled with excuriating pain for Barbara Gordon. She had provided a fake identity, one she had prepared for just such an emergency in case she was hurt as Batgirl. She was officially listed as Barbara James. Her days were filled with whirlpool baths as the dead skin needed to come off, while the doctors tried to graft skin onto her to cover her horrible burns. Gradually, she began to heal, slowly. Her broken bones healed, although the damage to her pyche was deeper. Her stranger began to appear every day, asking about her, helping her. He revealed his name was Brian and that he had just happened on the wreck. It seems he had been quite infatuated and a fan of Batgirl for some time. He was a construction foreman who owned his own business and despite Barbara's constant questions, never asked for anything from her. He only gave her unconditional support. Barbara was worried, however. She knew Desiree had taken some of the drugs and that there was no body to be found in the wreck. Not only would Desiree be looking for her, but Celso would think she had double-crossed him and he and his minions would be searching for her..hard. There was also still the fact, which she mentioned to no one, that she was craving for some coke. One day, months after her crash, the doctor walked into the room. "Well Ms. James, I see you're up and around. It's time to say goodbye. Although your treatment will continue at home, I see no reason to hold you prisoner here another day," he laughed. Barbara could only utter a stiffled, "Thank you," as she pondered what going out in public meant. Despite several operations, her face was still a collection of skin grafts, burned and destroyed behind recognition as Barbara Gordon. Her right hand was only partially usable since it too was stiff from so much scar tissue and she walked with a pronouned limp from the pelvic injuries she had suffered in the crash. She also had no idea where to go. She obviously couldn't return to her former life, or even contact her father who was no doubt being watched by Celso. She had no money, no home and no life as she began to sob. Just then Brian walked in. "Hey, what's the problem, Barbara?" "Oh, Brian, forgive me," she sobbed," but I have nowhere to go, nothing..no one." "What? Surely someone must be around for you to call," he said wrapping his arms around Barbara as she collasped into his arms. For the next hour Barbara told him the real story of how she had come to be in the wreck, and how she couldn't return to her former identity. "No problem. My house had a place over the garage. It's not much but it's a bedroom with a full bath. At least it's a place to hang while you figure out what you're going to do with the rest of your life." For the next few weeks Barbara spent most of her days in therapy, both mental and physical while she tried to cope with her new life. As he had promised, Brian never asked a thing from her. In fact, he pretty much left her alone, although Barbara could see him out mowing the lawn, shirtless. "Not bad," she thought to herself. "If I was my former self I might be interested, but he'd never be interested in a cripple like I am now," she thought looking over her battered bod in the mirror the burned red skin on her right side staring back at her. One day, after a particularly trying day she was exhausted and depressed as she drove back to the apartment. As she had exited the rehab facility, a child walking in had seen her and started screaming as she pointed to Barbara's face. As she rounded the corner in a seedy part of town she say some drug dealers on the corner. "Just a little wouldn't hurt," she reasoned. "I need the pick up," as she slowed the car and halted at the curb. "Whooheee...hey what can I do for you little lady," the man wolf whistled to her as she rolled down the window. Two minutes later Barbara pulled over again to inhale the intoxicating mix of coke and speed. After two lines she felt much better, more clear headed again, she thought to herself. When she returned home she called out to Brian who was just returning from work. "Hey, get up here, I need some help, please," she laughed. "Sure, sure, coming right away," he said as he bounded up the stairs. As he helped her move a large box in he could see her bountiful breasts as she leaned over. As he watched, she leaned over and kissed him. "HMMM, that's nice," he smiled. "Brian, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. You, I...it's just not a good idea," Barbara said. "Nonsense, it's a great idea," he said taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. As the pair kissed, Barbara could feel the bulge in his pants growing. She was already horny because of the drugs as she began to remove his pants. Moments later both were naked and in Barbara's bed. Brian, gently kissed her breasts, being careful to be extra tender on her disfigured right breast, as he moved up her neck, kissing her lips while caressing her pussy with his other hand, gently fingering her clitoris. "Oh, Brian...I can't..please. I'm just not ready," Barbara said remembering her hideous face. Brian held up a hand. "Stop, right now. I know you want me. I've seen how you look at me. Come on. I know you think you're some monster or something, but forget these burns. Barbara, it's time to forget your past and think about the future," he said, kissing her again. Barbara kissed him as she grabbed his penis with her hand and guided it to her lips. "Ummmm" she mumured as she felt his bulging penis enter her already soaked canal, taking it in and closing her muscles in around him as he gave a push and inserted himself all the way into her as she wrapped her legs around him. "UMMmm, Brian..." "Shhhh," he whispered as they both came together, his semen emptying into the womb of Batgirl as the pair thrased about the bed. Their lovemaking continued for several hours. Barbara got up to go to the bathroom several times. Brian never suspected the reason was that Barbara Gordon was using the time to snort more lines of coke. "That bastard," she thought as she huddled over another white line of coke."I hate him for doing this to me, I'd kill him..but I do love this stuff," Barbara admitted to herself as she snorted the coke, trying to avoid the reflection of her face in the small mirror she was using to cut the coke. During the next few week, Barbara continued to heal more, spending much of her days in physical therapy. Several times, however, she left town, without telling Brian where she was going. "Seeing old friends," was the only thing she would say as she drove out of town in a borrowed car from Brian. He didn't suspect Barbara was using these forrays out of town to spy on Celso. Armed with a black hared wig, some nerdy glasses and the wig pulled up in a bun, one could hardly tell it was Barbara Gordon. Plus, she had become adept at using large amounts of makeup to conceal her scars. She could tell Desiree had moved in after her wreck and disapppearance. She could watch the nightly parties from a nearby apartment she rented, overlooking the spot. Barbara had also purchased a large dish of the kind television networks used at football games for sound. With it, she could zero in on the pair discussing business. It was tedious work, trying to find just the right time to reappear and smash Celso and Desiree at the right moment. Barbara knew the two could reveal, and would her secret identity, should Batgirl return. Besides, she was in no shape to ever return as Batgirl, but Barbara formulated a plan. Over the next several months, she and Brian continued to fall into love. The pair made love frequently, although Barbara's addiction also grew. Several times he asked about her haggard looking apparance, but she dismissed it as just the result of her daily scheule of workouts. She was despartely trying to quit her cocaine abuse. Her plan was about to be unhatched. "Now, Brian, I have to go out of town for a week or so," she told Brian one night as she lay on top of him, rocking back and forth on his rock hard penis. "Sure, what's the deal, you got another husband or something," laughed Brian. "No, just a business deal that the old Barbara has to finish," she said. "Nothing to do with that Celso character, does it, Barbara," said Brian, suddenly with a concerned look on his face. "No, honey, nothing todo with that. I'm finished with that chapter of my life," she lied as the pair returned to their lovemaking. The next day, Barbara left for Gotham. When she arrived at her apartment that she was using as an observation post, she opened a suitcase and took out a costume. Holding it up, she examined it. "Not bad, not bad," she thought to herself holding it up. Two nights later, Barbara Gordon stood in front of a mirror. Staring back at her was Batgirl. It was a new costume to be sure. The bat insignia was stretched over her considerable chest and her utility belt was securely fastened around her waist. The suit was a black jumpsuit, not unlike her old costume, made out of an acrylic material that also breathed so she didn't roast in it. The one main difference was the cowl and mask. The only opening was for her eyes and a small slit for her mouth. Otherwise her face was invisible, as were her burns. And unlike her old Batgirl, this one walked with a decided limp and with little movement in her right arm. "I'll have to be careful, very careful," she thought to herself, as she left the apartment and headed out. "Without my arm, there isn't much I can do, but tonight Celso's going down," she smiled as she moved quickly toward the old club. "Hurry up, get the stuff in here, quick for Christsakes," Desiree bellowed at the driver of the small truck carrying the drug shipment. "Jesus," she muttered to himself. "Why in hell wasn't Bob ready with the wharehouse. Storing this shit in here is crazy," she said shaking his head. Batgirl crouche nearby. She had gotten a lucky break. Her surveillance had paid off. Because Celso's wharehouse, which was owned by so many dummy corporations it couldn't possibly be traced back to him, was having a problem with its security system, the shipment of herion had to be stored temporairly in the large cooler of his club. The truck departed in a last belching blast of diesel fumes as Desiree entered the cooler. "Now or never," said Batgirl as she jumped down from her nearby perch to the entrance. "So, we meet again, Desiree," said Batgirl as she stood blocking the door as Desiree turned to see what the noise was about. "Barbara...Batgirl..what the hell are you doing here. I thought you blew town with my shipment. In fact, I ought to kill you right here, " she shouted as she advanced on the Dark Angel. "Forget it, Des. You and Celso tried to make an addict out of me, then you tried to kill me in that accident. You're done. The police will be on their way shortly. It's over," said Batgirl not moving an inch. "Listen, bitch. I know your secret identity. You want to see those tapes of you splattered everywhere, on everyones VCR? Then YOU do what I say!" she hissed. "Besides, I control this empire now. I killed Celso an hour ago, dear. He was a stupid bastard anyway and now I"M gonna control this empire. But first, I'm going to crush you once and for all," she shouted. "Sorry Desiree. My life, the life, the identity, Barbara Gordon is dead. Finished. That won't work anymore." "Ohhhh, my pretty. Do you have a new life, do you? A new boyfriend perhaps," smiled Desireeo as Batgirl felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Desiree advanced, throwing a punch that Batgirl easily deflected as she spun and kicked Desiree in the ribs. "Watch out, girl, watch out or I'll break you. I did once, this time I'll kill you, bitch," Desiree spat out as Batgirl smiled beneath her mask. Desiree lept towards Batgirl, trying a karate kick, but Batgirl caught her foot throwing up down onto his back. "You really shouldn't mess with girls you can't control Des," Batgirl said as she jumped up for more punishement. This time Batgirl moved, faking a punch and hitting her squarely in the face as she again crashed to the ground. This time she wiped the blood from a cut lip as she got up again, just beginning to breathe heavily. Never thought it would be so easy, mused Batgirl as she came at her again. This time however, she bent just as Batgirl tried to punch her with her left arm. She grabbed the arm, bringing her toward her as he delivered a hard blow to her groin. "Umpphhhhh" a started Batgirl bent over trying to get her breath as Desiree delivered another crushing kick to her head, sending her slumping to the floor, stars in her eyes. As she moved to get up another then another then another kick came in quick succession to her ribs, breaking a couple as she lay on the floor. Got to get up, or I'm done for, she gasped to herself as she tried to catch her breath. Batgirl staggered to her feet but Desiree was ready and slammed her fist hard as she could into her stomach, doubling her over as he kicked her feet out from under her, sending Batgirl slamming into the floor again. "Come on, Batgirl, what's wrong? Out of shape. Too much coke and sex...not enough working out. Well I've got a little surprise for you, Barbara," she laughed at her as she tried to get up. "Barbara, meet an old friend of yours," said Desiree as she motioned to the open door to the cooler. As the door opened, Batgirl screamed. "NNOOOOOO....NOOOOOOO!!!" as she collasped sobbing onto the floor. One of Desiree's assistant brought in a manacled Brian, who had been badly beaten, his face bloody and swollen. "You can see, resistance if futile...that is if you want your new friend here to live much longer," laughed Desiree taking a large syringe. "I have a very powerful drug a friend of mine developed. With some cash as an incentive, of course. It will instantly remove your subconscious blocks, unlocking the evil that is in all of us by allowing very powerful suggestions to be acted upon. In short, I'm taking over your brain, Batgirl. Or, Brian and you both die, right now. What's it going to be?" "You bitch," screamed a defeated Batgirl, still laying on the concrete floor, without the energy to even get up. "You win. Me for his freedom," sighed Batgirl. "But first, let him go." "Forget it, Batgirl. No deals. You now, or he gets it," said Desiree pointing a large gun toward Brian, his eyes wide with fear as he gazed toward Barbara. "NO..NO..me!" cried Barbara. Desiree, handed the gun to her assistant and turned and walked quickly back to Batgirl and injected her in the right arm. Instantly, Batgirl felt weak as she attempted to get up but fell down. "Forget it, Batgirl. Relax, in a few moments you'll be my slave, or should I say what's left of you will be. "Zach," commanded Desiree to her assistant, "let's kill this kid." "No....no...please," begged Batgirl as she struggled to get up as Desiree grabbed the gun from her assistant and pointed it at Brian. As Batgirl groped to get up her hand pulled out a large spike from the rotten wood of one of the main support beams in the old wharehouse. Despite her growing grogginess, she hurled the spike best she could as it struck Desiree in the back like a spear. "AHHHHHH...what?" gasped Desiree as she turned to look at Batgirl and fell to the pavement, the spike protrouding from her back. "Ohhhh....Goodddd....Zach...help..." she gasped, blood frothing from her mouth as Batgirl struggled to get up. Just then Brian came to life, striking Desiree's assistant Zach on the chin, a huge punch sending him down to the concrete. He got up and ran out of the wharehouse to get help. Brian immediately went over to Batgirl who had begun to have convulsions. "Brian, get....get out of here, quick...quickly. Her and Celso's men will be here in...Ugghhhhh......." as Batgirl suffered a seizure. "Not without you...I can't," he said holding Batgirl in his arms. Just then an alarm went off and voices could be heard in the distance. "Get out....now...please....." begged Batgirl. "GO!!!" as her entire body convulsed and was then silent. "Barbara. Barbara...." shouted Brian, as he gently removed her mask and kissed her, but he could feel no breath as he lowered her head to the ground and started to run. The body of Batgirl lay on the floor. THE END?????? -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----