Message-ID: <15616eli$9809250529@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: bobcashman Subject: Batgirl 25-Years Later Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: bobcashman@hotmail.com X-Auth-User: 001923394/c7e60fafe28c9f36 X-Post-Time: 25 Sep 1998 03:33:55 GMT 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: <360B0F6A.77DE@hotmail.com> BATGIRL SIX YEARS AFTER 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 sped home from another day as the head librarian at the Gotham City Library. Despite the bookish nature of the job, she had always enjoyed the freedom and access it provided her, both in her present role as mother and wife, and in her former role as the female caped crusader, Batgirl. As she drove along, she flipped through her purse, laughed to herself and removed a cigarette. As she lit it, she thought of the guilty pleasure she was now enjoying. 23-years earlier it wouldn’t have been possible, but since she had hung up the cape and cowl of the Dark Knight for good, she decided she had delayed life’s pleasures long enough, as she exhaled. Her husband disapproved of her smoking, but she did it only occasionally after a hard day, she reasoned to herself, inhaling another cloud of smoke. Yes, a lot of things had changed. Barbara Gordon had finally met someone she loved, and rather than risking his life, or losing her own on some dark night in an alley, she packed away her Batgirl costume, wrote a letter to the local paper about how Batgirl had found it necessary to retire for health reasons, and gave it up. She had never confessed her former life to her husband, fearing he might someday let it slip, and she never wanted to endanger her family. She had even waited to start her family until she was in her mid-40’s. Now at 47, life was good. She opened the door to find her husband, Gary already home. "Hi, honey, how was your day?" she said cheerily. "Fine, you know the usual. Lots of X-rays to read and the doctors kept the patients coming one right after another. Other than that, nothing much to say. Oh, buy the way, Mrs. Wolcott will drop Christa off in a few minutes. She called and said to tell you for a two-year old she's really staring to learn her colors." She inherited my looks and his father's brains, Barbara thought as she began to prepare dinner. Ten miles from Barbara and Gary's home, in a rundown office, Garth Stone, one of Gotham's most notorious criminals sat in front of a massive computer. Stone, who had been released from jail a year earlier, spent every waking moment at the computer trying to track Batgirl. Batgirl had put him on ice 25 years earlier for a heist at the Gotham Museum and he had sworn revenge on the Dark Angel for her laughing at him as the police carted him away. Garth had invested thousand of dollars for the most up-to-date computers and software programs. He knew Batgirl’s Achilles heel was her secret identity. Peel it away and he had a trump card. Unfortunately for him, Batgirl had retired, so luring her to some deserted street, as so many had tried, wouldn’t work. So, he had collected every known picture of Batgirl from every known angle and he was attempted to try and determine what she might look like under her mask. If he could use every known scrap of information about who she was, how much money she might have and where she might have operated from, he would then get closer to narrowing down his list of several thousand women who were prime candidates. He had narrowed his list to a mile-square block area of Gotham where Batgirl had operated most. He had already noticed there was a distinct absence of Batgirl activity in one area. “Nice job, Batgirl,” he said under his breath as he sat at his computer late one night, “but I think the real reason there’s so little activity here is because you didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that’s where you lived.” It would make sense, he reasoned, since with a computer chart, the area stood out as one of the very few areas where Batgirl had seldom been seen. Now, taking the women who lived there from census and state driver's license data he had hacked into, (he figured she was single, in her early to mid-20's and middle income) he fed pictures of the women he had managed to steal from the state’s Driver’s and License Bureau into his super computer, enhancing the photos from the nose down to narrow the list down on a half million fields that would have to match closely.. "Come on, come on, dammitt," as the special program Garth had developed computed the angles and lines of Batgirls known face with that of his scanned in photos. "What a shame I'm wasting time on someone who isn't even around anymore," he said to himself. “Hell, she may even have died of cancer or something,” but, the lure of revenge on Batgirl fueled his hate, which had kept him at his computer almost 18-hours a day for the past year. Just thing the computer beeped, noting a very close match. "Hmmmm....let's see. Barbara Gordon, aged 24, in good shape. It says here she had no known boyfriends and kept her herself. Oh...oh my.....daughter of the police commissioner. BINGO!!! The only thing that bothers me is that she has brown hair, not red hair. Same height though," he pondered. "No one else is even close." Garth, spent the next week, watching Barbara Gordon, her husband and two year old daughter. Although Gordon had moved several blocks uptown, she wasn’t hard to find. While both were at work, he slipped in, defeated the alarm system, and placed bugs throughout the house, hoping to find out the piece of information that would lead him to Batgirl. After a week of listening, he hadn't even heard the name of Batgirl, whispered, but he was more convinced than ever after listening, that Barbara Gordon and Batgirl were one and the same. He was becoming frustrated when he hit upon another plan. The next day he sat down in front of his computers. He had just returned from a shopping trip to several TV news monitoring businesses. His only request -- clips of Batgirl. He had come up with just two, quick clips before she faded into the night, but the few words spoken might just be the ticket, he thought. Slowly, over the next few days, he matched tapes of Barbara’s voice from the bugs with Batgirl’s, running them through several voice analyzers. “No chance, no chance,” he gasped as he looked at the printouts of the voices. “They are one and the same!!!” She's just got to be the one he thought. It made sense. Batgirl had retired about the same time Gordon had gotten married. Garth slipped into the house again, this time for a more detailed look with a radar device to reveal hidden compartments. If she was Batgirl, she must still have some of the stuff hidden somewhere or packed away where her husband can't find it. That would explain why there were no references. Either that, or I'm wasting my time, he thought. After an hour of searching, Garth was getting edgy. Gordon or her husband would be home soon and the last thing he wanted as a confrontation, yet. Suddenly, his radar device began to beep, suggesting the wall behind the infant's closet wasn't solid. """Hmmm....what do we have here," as he gently knocked on the wall. "It some type of compartment." With that he gave a gentle shove and the wall moved on a hinge to reveal a small closet behind the closet. As Garth walked into the small room, he whistled. "Wow!" There before him were all kinds of weapons, smoke bombs, and of course, hanging up, several Batgirl outfits with red wigs. "Houston, we have contact," he laughed to himself. Two weeks later Barbara and Gary hurried to get ready for the hospital's annual ball. "Come on, honey," Gary prodded. "Let's go, the limo will be here in five minutes. We can't afford to be late." "I'm just about ready," said Barbara as she walked out into her husband's arms. She knew she looked good. Although her jowls had begun to sag some, a close cut dress revealed some of her ample size 36D cup breasts and figure which she kept in shape with frequent workouts. "Let me get my purse and we're off," she said as the limo pulled into the driveway. Mrs. Wolcott, we'll be home late, take care of Christa and make sure she gets to bed early," she shouted as the pair walked out to the limo. Ten minutes later, as the pair approached downtown, Barbara suddenly felt tired. "Boy, this child stuff really takes it out of me," she said to her husband who was also asleep. Hmmm, we both really could use more rest she said as she put her head down on his shoulder and passed out from the gas that was now pouring into the back of the limo. Garth grinned as he looked in the rear-view mirror. He quickly did a 180 and sped back to the house. He could see Mrs. Wolcott look out the window as he drove up the driveway and waked quickly up to the front door. "Yes, what is it?" Mrs. Wolcott said as she opened the door, recognizing him and the limo. "Well mam, my passengers forgot one thing, the baby," Garth replied as he pulled out a gun with a silencer and shot Mrs. Wolcott through the forehead. As she slumped to the floor he pulled her body inside and threw it in the freezer. There, that ought to keep you for awhile. He ran upstairs an snatched the sleeping baby. The girl hardly woke up as Garth put him on the seat next to him. Then he went around and got into the back of the limo and stared at the sleeping body of Barbara Gordon. Her chest rose up and down as she breathed. “Ah, my princess,” he said as he kissed the v of her chest. “You are now mine Batgirl, all mine,” he said, his hard on practically bursting out of his pants as he gazed at the sleeping Batgirl. “What would all the criminals in Gotham have given for this opportunity,” he giggled. “Not only are you at my mercy, but so is your family.” Wanting to be cautious, he opened Barbara’s purse and spilled out its contents. It was filled with the usual. Lipstick, wallet, some money and a lighter and cigarettes. Barbara and her husband were still out as he climbed back into the drivers seat and sped off to the house deep in the woods north of Gotham he had prepared just for this. Barbara awoke to find herself with something very tight on. Her head pounded and she was very groggy. She was conscious enough to realize she also had some type of mask. However, it was to dark to see much, and anyhow, she couldn't move her head, since it was being held down at the forehead by some type of band. To her horror, she soon realized a nearby TV monitor was focused on her sleeping daughter and husband, both of whom appeared to be sleeping. Suddenly the door opened in back of her and someone walked in as the door shut. She was again in darkness, only this time a bright light went on directly in front of her, blinding her. "Barbara Gordon, you are guilty of crimes against humanity. For this you and your family shall be punished severely." Barbara felt a drip of sweat break out on her forehead. Whoever this was, wasn't kidding. "What have you done to my husband and daughter...and Mrs. Wolcott? Why are you holding us here, what have we done?" "Well, Mrs. Wolcott is dead, shot once through the head, I'm afraid. As for the other two watch," said Garth into Barbara's ear. As she gazed at the monitor a pair of men entered the room where her husband and baby lay sleeping. The men roughed Gary up until he began to come to, then proceeded to beat him to a pulp, leaving him a bleeding twisted mess, sprawled on the floor. "What do you want?" gasped Barbara as she began to panic. This was some madman who had kidnapped them. She thought to herself, “If only I could be Batgirl one more time. But, in an instant, she knew she was out of shape. "I'll do anything, just tell me what you want. We don't have much money, but I could get more, just tell me." Just then from out of no where, a fist slammed into Barbara's stomach. "Uhhmmppphh....oohh..." was all she could moan. You were once known as Batgirl, were you not, Miss Gordon," sneered Garth. "I...I....No, she gasped taking loud breaths, fighting to get her wind back. “What are you talking about?" "Men," shouted Garth into a nearby monitor, kill the child. "NO! My God.....YES, I was once Batgirl. I retired when I got married. Look, I'll....I’ll do anything, please.....just don't hurt my girl or husband again, please," Barbara begged. As Garth turned up the lights, he held up a large mirror to Barbara. She gasped because staring her back in the face was Batgirl. My God, somehow this guy has figured out I was Batgirl as the panic began to rise up in her and the bile in her stomach. Just then, Garth produced a long knife and approached Batgirl. "No, please..." she screamed, and began to cry silently, as a tear trailed down her face. But it was too late. Garth began to cut the costume off Batgirl, from her neck to her boots until she stood there, naked, her breasts popping out of what was left of her suit, and her vagina,its brown well manicured bush in all its glory, exposed. "You said you'll do anything, Batgirl. Does that include sex with me?" Garth grinned. "Yes," answered a dejected and humiliated Batgirl. "If that is what it takes to save the life of my daughter and husband, so be it." Garth leaned down and began to play with her breasts, rubbing each one, then cupping one in his mouth as he began to suck on her nipple. “Hmmmm...this tastes good. So, you’re breast feeding, eehhh,” as he sucked the milk from her breasts. Although she was scared and humiliated, Barbara had always found something erotic in the thought of being tied up as a criminal licked her pussy or sucked her bosums. Her nipples, despite her best efforts, began to harden as her enemy stimulated her nipples as he expertly used his tongue on her, sucking all the milk she could offer. “Hmmmmmm” she gasped as a moan escaped her lips and she swore silently at herself for letting her get turned on by this criminal. Garth’s tongue trailed off, as he licked her stomach and played with his tongue inside her belly button, then continued licking until he reached the edge of her brown public hair. “I must say, you had me fooled for awhile, dear. A red wig. Really. That was a great move, as he gently swished her clitoris for the first time. Barbara, felt a chill and a rush. She and Gary hadn’t had sex for a couple of weeks and she was already horny. She could feel her clitoris begin to come to life, growing steadily harder as he brushed his tongue against it, time and time again. "Oh....oooohhhhhh" moaned Barbara. "Can't lose control, must keep some control of the situation and we'll never escape and......as her thoughts became harder to process as her pussy took a relentless tongue job from Garth. "HHmmmmmm......yes, you taste so good." Barbara hated herself for actually starting to enjoy sex with this manic, but she couldn't help it. She was bound, in her Batgirl costume, something which had always been a sort of fantasy of hers, and it did feel so dammed good. “Ahhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhhh” as she twisted in her restraints she was beginning to approach climax. Suddenly, Garth stopped. "Enough for now, Batgirl. Now for the main course,” Garth said unfastening her restraints and flicking a switch to reveal a large bed as the false wall fell away. “Try anything and your family is shot immediately. Please me, and you, and they remain alive. Fail to please me or piss me off, and you’ll watch them die, which is why I decided to do without restraints. Don’t you think it will be so much more pleasurable? he laughed as he gestured for her to get into the bed. She was naked, except for her cape and cowl. As Garth jumped in, he instructed her to remove her cowl, but keep the mask on. “I want to make love to Batgirl,” he said as the pair lay down on the king size bed. Let's try this on for size," he said removing his pants and putting his cock near her mouth. as he lay on the bed. “Time for you to please me. And don’t try anything or remember, your family will pay the consequences, as she reluctantly crawled up onto his legs and opened her mouth, taking his rock hard penis into her cavity. He began to push, back and forth as she sucked. She knew all their lives depended on keeping this madman happy as she rolled her tongue over and under his penis. Garth slammed her so violently she almost passed out from lack of air, as she moved her head up and down on his dick. He placed his hands on her mask as she felt him grow harder and harder, rocking faster and faster, slapping the back of her throat until she felt his spasm and the warm salty taste of cum in her mouth. “That’s it my dear Batgirl. Suck....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” as he came again into her mouth. Finally he stopped his pushing and pulled his semi-hard dick out of her mouth as she knelt before him shaking and sick. In all her years as Batgirl she had never been raped like this. Captured a few times, and even undressed, but her secret identity was never exposed nor was she raped. She knew their only hope of survival was her getting free. But she was without her utility belt and her husband and child were in another room. She lay on the bed, next to him, dreading, but knowing what must come next. Garth began to kiss her on the mouth, very gently as he began to rub her clitoris again. As he kissed her, he put his finger inside of her, rubbing her clitoris with his other finger. Batgirl found him hard to resist as her clitoris again began to swell up. “Ummmmmmm” “I want to make love to you, Batgirl,” he whispered as he rolled over onto her and moved his penis to her lips. “NO.....please...please....not this way...” Barbara begged, but she knew it was to no avail. In fact, turned on as much as she was, in the back of her mind she hoped he might ravage her. He took her head between his hands and kissed her, as she felt his penis began to slide into her. “Ohhhhhhhhhh” she gasped. It was a huge penis as it worked its way up inside of her, filling her walls. Barbara could feel Garth inside of her as he pushed his penis up inside her womb. "PPPLLLLeeeaaaaasssseeee," she begged..."It hurts....can't....can't take ...." as Garth began to slowly rock back and forth inside of her. Despite her willpower, Barbara felt the orgasm rise within her as she felt his penis penetrating her, and his tongue playing her hers. She was helpless to fight the pulsating thing deep inside of her and she began to buck her hips, back and forth. After several minutes, she knew resistance was futile. "It......ooohhhh.....geeeezzzz........ohhhhhhhhhh GGGGOOOOOODDDDDD.... UMMMMMPPPPHHHHH," she screamed in a frenzy as the climax struck her like lightining. "OOOHHHH......" Breathing heavily, she relaxed just as fast, she could feel another one building. "What ...do.....you....UUUUMMMMMHHHHHHHHH" as another orgasm washed over her like a wave of pleasure. Suddenly, as Batgirl was screaming and bucking she felt something hard shoot into her. “Ahhhhhhhh.......GOOOOODDDDDDD YYYEESSSSSSSSSSS,” Garth screamed as he gripped her ass with both hands and slammed his penis against her pelvis violently. In her frenzy, she lifted her legs up over his back and surrounded him with her thighs, pulling him tight and milking him as she felt him release inside of her again and again. “Gaaaaaa........ummmmpphhhhhhhhhh” she groaned as another orgasm thundered through her and she joined in his rhythm. Just then, Garth reached up and removed her wig and mask. Now, Barbara was just another woman, stripped of dignity, her clothes and powerless to stop this madman. “Wha....what....what...do...you want,” she cried as she lay there, spent and wasted. "Simple, I want your unconditional surrender. For the life of your son and husband, I want you, to do as I command or they die. It's that simple really. I hold the aces, you have no cards. "You're mad," Batgirl spit. "Come on....come on...." as he continued to ram her and leaned down to suck her breasts. He slammed her harder and harder, faster and faster, licking her breasts and neck, until even Barbara felt she may climax again. Suddenly Garth seized. "Yes.....that's...uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....yess......." as Barbara felt his cock spew forth its semen inside of her womb. "Uhhhhhhhh. Jesus this feels so good. Now tighten on me, Batbitch," he commanded as Barbara complied and milked him some more. The pair continued to vent their lust for an hour, before Garth rolled off the weakened Batgirl, her body soaked with sweat, her brown pubic hair matted with his cum Suddenly, Barbara felt more naked than ever, as she and not Batgirl lay on the bed. “Here” said Garth as he leaned over and pulled something off the nightstand next to the bed and handed her a cigarette. “I can’t believe Batgirl smokes, but have one,” as she took the cigarette from him and he lit it. “Actually, I never smoked while I was Batgirl. Had to keep up my training. But, once I retired, I figured I could loosen up and live a little, you know,” she said taking a deep drag on her cigarette and trying to think how she would get herself, her child and her husband free from Garth, although she had to admit, at the moment, she was feeling pretty good. "I'll leave you alone for the few hours Batgirl. But, I will return!" said Garth rising from the bed. “What...what about my daughter? My husband!!!!” shouted Barbara after him, but he ignored her as he shut and bolted the door. THE END, PART ONE. This is all I wrote, folks. The rest is up to you. Voting time. What do I do with Batgirl now? Her family’s life hangs in the balance, her secret identity is out. Time to you all to answer that question!!!! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----