Message-ID: <17534eli$9811250435@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Bob Cashman Subject: Batgirl 25-Years Later Part 2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: bobcashman@hotmail.com X-Auth-User: 001923394/1881831aba970533 X-Post-Time: 25 Nov 1998 01:35:35 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: <365B5F15.5736@hotmail.com> Part 2 Batgirl, 25 Years Later by Bob Cashman Part 2 Barbara looked around the room in a panic. She had to free her husband and daughter from this madman who had somehow discovered her true identity. She knew resisting his demands would lead to her family's death, but she also knew that she was the only one who could get them out of this mess, even if meant her own life. Babs was also concerned. Although she was older, she and her husband had been trying to have another baby, and accordingly, she was taking no birth control measures. "My God...if I was impregnated by that animal," Barbara muttered as she shook her head, trying not to think of the possibilities as she wiped some of Garth's semen away from her still soaking wet pubic hair that had begun to ooze out of her. She sat on the bed and put on the other Batgirl suit Garth had brought from her house, since he had cut up the first on beyond repair. It was a little tight, from the weight she had put on over the years, but otherwise fit almost perfectly. The symbol of the bat stretched across Barbara's ample size 36-D chest. She pulled on her boots and gloves, then pulled her wig and cowl on, helping complete the transformation. When she pulled the mask down, covering her face, she could feel the power and excitement surge through her, as she stood for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Then, Batgirl began to search the room. There was a bed, a table, and of course, the manacles, plus a toilet in one corner. Garth Stone sat in his room, pondering his next move. He hated Batgirl with a passion. His life, gone since she had put him in jail for being the driver in a bank heist in which a guard had been killed, could only be redeemed by making her own life miserable. Batgirl had arrived just after the shooting, and had quickly overcome the three men inside the deserted bank that night. Then she had opened his car door and quickly subdued him. He was almost sickened by the thought of how easily she had gotten the drop on him. Garth had been told the bank would be deserted, or else he would never have agreed to the plan. One of the men inside had plea bargained, and Garth had been blamed for the killing. Batgirl, unable to testify because of her secret identity, had been unable to tell the cops that he had been outside, nowhere near the actual killing, and he had drawn a life term. "I'll even the score with this bitch, now," he muttered, as he watched a TV monitor with Barbara's husband on one screen and her daughter on another. "It would be too easy to simply fuck you and kill you, Batgirl. First, you'll suffer while I punish your family with you unable to do anything to help but forced to watch," he grinned as he exited the room. The next morning, Garth entered Barbara's room. She was sitting on the bed, dressed in her Batgirl costume, sans mask, her short brown hair just dropping to her shoulders. Her sizable breasts, although sagging more than the old days, still presented two formidable globes which made the yellow outline of the Bat stand out against her costume. Her face was slightly freckled, the crow eyes were readily apparent. While she was still in good shape, her jowls sagged just a bit, revealing her 47 years. "Good morning, Batgirl, or should I say Barbara?" said Garth, as he entered quickly. The door locked behind him. "How are we this morning?" he grinned. "I'm fine. I'd be a lot better if we could make some kind of deal. How about you let my husband and daughter go in exhange for me? I'll be your sex slave, wife, whatever, but you let my family go? Do we have a deal?" asked Barbara, desparately hoping to hear him agree. "No deals,Batgirl. You're in no position to bargain for anything but mercy. In fact, when I'm finished with you...well you just see what happens," hissed Garth Stone. Barbara felt a chill come over her, knowing her time was running out with this madman, and she had to make a move soon, or they would all be dead. Before she could say anything though, the TV monitors came to life, showing her husband and daughter. Her husband was naked, tied to a table similar to the one in her room, with a mask covering his face. While she watched and listened, two men entered the room. As she watched in horror, Barbara saw them take out what appeared to be a cattle prod, and begin sticking her husband with tiny jolts of electricity. He began to scream and sqirm as jolt after jolt began to surge through him. "Please...please...dear God, I'm begging you. Don't hurt him anymore,” she pleaded. "What is it you want from me? I'll do anything...please...it's me you want...don't..." as her words were lost in a chorus of sobs, while in the background, her husband continued to scream. "WATCH Batgirl," Garth commanded. "Watch him suffer. Each time he is struck by a jolt, a slightly larger charge is added. He'll literally be electrocuted to death," he laughed. Barbara put her hands up to Garth. "Please...please...anything...just stop this. He's a good man..." but her pleading was ignored, as the screams continued to pour out of the monitor for several more minutes until, they suddenly stopped. "Now Batgirl, I want you to make love to me like your daughter's life depended on it. Actually it does, so wipe away your tears for this command performance, dear," he said as he kissed her. Barbara felt like someone had stabbed her. She didn't know if her husband was dead, or just unconscious, but she did know that she was at the mercy of this madman for the moment, as the pair collasped on the bed and she stripped out of her Batgirl costume. "Oh...God..." she whimpered, as she felt Garth ram his massive penis into her still-dry vagina. She quickly took his penis in her hand and helped guide it into her, as he began kissing her neck. Barbara wrapped her legs around him as she felt his entire penis gradually disappear between her legs that she had placed around and on top of his back. His hand began to work her clitoris, gently stroking it as she tightened around his penis as the pair rocked back and forth. Although she hated this man and what he was doing, she was unable to resist the stimulation to her clitoris. After all, she had to make this good, or he would take out his frustration on her daughter. And who knows that that meant? ‘“ARGGGHHH...arrrrggghhhhhhhh...’ she moaned, as she felt herself begin to lubricate and come alive inside. Garth’s cock was so massive that she couldn’t help but be impressed by its size, as it swelled inside of her, filling her. ‘Ahhhhhh...ummmpphhhhhhhhhhhh,’ as she placed her arms around Garth and began to deep kiss him. ‘Barbara...Barbara...’ Garth repeated, as he moved his mouth and tongue down to her breasts and began to milk them, while pushing harder and harder inside of her. Barbara could hardly contain herself as she felt her milk draining out, and her clitoris swelling as it rubbed against his cock. ‘AHHHHHH.........UGGGHHHHH......UGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...’ Barbara yelled, as she exploded in a deep, massive orgasm that caused her entire vagina to convulse. “”GAAAAAA.....UUUUGGHHHHHHHHHHHH” she screamed, unable to control the throbbing of her clitoris which caused a shudder to convulse her entire body as she felt her milk being drained at the same time her lips seized from her massive orgasm, gripping Garth’s cock tightly. The pair made love for several hours. Both came several times as Garth pounded her head into the wall, then changed postions and entered her vagina from the rear, laying on top of her ass, while sucking her neck, whispering into her ear as he pulled her up and then over so she lay spread-eagled on top of him, both of their faces toward the ceiling, she on top as he ravenged her, pumping semen into her womb, one time after another. Even she had to admit, he was a sexual superman. Although she was 47, Barbara was still quite fertile, and was desparately afraid she would be impregnated by this monster. As the pair lay on her bed, she leaned over, took out a cigarette, and lit it, inhaling its smoke deeply trying to regain some of her energy. Two other men entered the room. "What's this?" she asked nervously, exhaling a cloud of smoke, then quickly inhaling a long drag. "The encore, my dear. I could hardly have all the fun with the former Dark Angel, now could I? My men simply wouldn't hear of it. I hope you will treat them with the same loving, caring and compassion you've treated me, Barbara," he laughed, rising from the bed as the men began stripping off their clothes. A tear went down her face as she realized she about to be raped again, this time in a gang bang. It was useless, even dangerous, to resist. One of the men grabbed her, and pulled her body to the side of the bed, so that her pussy was near the side. He began to gently touch her light brown pubic hair with his dick, which was quickly filling with blood, as the second man commanded her to lie down and open her mouth. "I’ve never made love to a superheroine before," he said in her ear, as he brought his penis to her lips. "ARRRHHHH," she managed to scream, before the large penis was shoved into her mouth. Even as Barbara fought for breath, she gagged as she screamed again, from the brutal way her labia were parted by the cock now ramming its way up inside of her. Tears began to stream down her face, her worst fears realized as the two thugs began to pound her with their pelvises. She knew her family's life once again fell to her shoulders as she submitted, and began to suck the thug's penis in her mouth with her tongue, while clamping down hard on the gigantic cock thursting her hips up and down. "I've never fucked a superheroine before either, much less an old one," the man with his cock in her canal laughed. "You're even better looking without the mask, Batgirl, although I’d prefer the red hair," he taunted, as he began to suck the milk from one of her nipples. ""Hmmmmmm, batjuice, is that it?" "Come on, batslut," the other one commanded. "Suck harder, or I have a feeling your husband will pay for it." Barbara increased her gyrations and sucking as the pair continued to pound her before she felt the wet trickle of cum expode inside her mouth, the salty taste prompting her to momentarily gag just as she felt the second one stiffen and ejaculate his semen into her. She looked at the ceiling. She had never been so powerless, so desparate, as the men traded places and continued their games with her. Hours later, they finished with an exhausted Batgirl. As they finished with her, they threw her bruised body to the floor. She lay there, and began to crawl away as they laughed at the once proud Batgirl, now reduced to crawling because her body was so battered by the hours of rape, cum seeping out of her anus, her love canal and mouth. Her short brown hair and face were also caked with drying sperm, and there were large hickies on her nipples where the pair had literally feasted on them for hours. The two thugs left, as Barbara began to sob uncontrollably. She looked at her body in the mirror. Her body was covered with dried semen and brusies. Her light brown public hair was matted with dried cum, which was still oozing from her labia which literally hung down from underneath her, they had been so abused. She was shaking with rage and fear for her family as she grabbed for a cigarette. Her hand was trembling so much, she had trouble holding the lighter steady, but she lit it, and took a huge drag. Babs sat on the edge of the bed, alternately crying and chain smoking for the next couple hours, before passing out on her bed from sheer exhaustion. She awoke some time later. Her muscles were literally screaming from the abuse she had taken over the past few days. Her body was caked with dried semen as she rose, and put on the only clothes in the room...her Batgirl outfit. Barbara had a plan, she only prayed it would work, since failure would mean certain death for her family. She pulled on the mask, hoping for the familiar feeling the costume used to give her when she put it on...a feeling of confidence, superiority. Even she had to admit though, 25-years had passed. While she worked out twice a week, her body was in nowhere near the tone it once was, and 25 years of smoking, however light, had taken its toll. Still, she WAS Batgirl. She had removed the chain and some steel from the inside of the toilet in her room earlier, and had fashioned a lock pick out of it. Within seconds, Batgirl had picked the lock and opened the door. The hallway looked like it could have been in a doctors office or some sort of professional building. She quickly decided her husband and daughter would be held in a locked room or rooms. Unlocked rooms might mean trouble, so she began to systematically try each door in the hallway. After trying a half-dozen, she found a locked one. Again, her makeshift lockpick worked, and she was in the room. Her daughter was in a nursery, and sleeping soundly. "Crissa, Crissa," she said, shaking her daughter awake. "Wha...who are you," said the child, still half asleep. "I'm a friend of your mommy's, honey. Come on, we've got to get your father and go," she said, picking the young girl up and hurrying into the hallway. Several doors later, she entered another locked door and discovered her husband, chained to the wall. He had been badly beaten. "Gary, Gary, wake up," she said, as she gently slapped his face. "Batgirl...Bar...Barbara...? " he said quizzically, looking into the familiar green eyes of his wife while looking at Batgirl. "There's no time to explain. We've got to get out of here," she told him, as she picked the locks on the chains holding her husband to the wall. The three quickly made their way through the hallway, and out a door marked exit. As they stepped into an alley, Batgirl gasped. Standing there were Garth and the two henchmen who had earlier brutally raped Batgirl. "Going somewhere, Batgirl? What's the hurry? I'm disappointed in you. You have risked the lives of your husband and little girl with this poorly planned escape of yours," said Garth. Without hesitating, Batgirl landed a vicious punch into Garth's chest. She knew she had to take out all three quickly, or face certain death. She only prayed her training wouldn't fail her. She spun around and kicked the first thug, as she rotated and punched the next one. As Garth got up, she knocked him in the face hard, and spun around to face the attacker she could hear getting up. A kicked one-two punch to the face, and he went down again, as she spun to meet the other thug, who was getting up with a two-by-four in his hand. He swung it, as she dodged and knocked him flat with a judo kick, even as Garth struck her from behind with another two-by four. She gasped for breath, pausing to catch her breath as the other thug smashed her hard in the stomach and she staggered back. "Quick, Gary run..." she managed to shout, as she grabbed one of the thugs who was moving to stop her husband. With her attention diverted, the other thug struck her again in the side. She fought to keep her knees from buckling, her fingers loosening on the thug who held her husband. "I've had enough fun for one night, Batgirl. Enough," shouted Garth, as his fists landed several punches to Batgirl's face, and a second thug smashed her ribs with a two-by-four. "This whole escape was planned. I wanted to see if you'd figure out what to do with the toilet components, and you didn't disappoint me," he laughed at her. "But you really are out of shape, Barbara," he continued, as he kicked her in the groin. Her husband and child, now restrained by the first thug, who was also now holding a gun on them, watched in terror as Batgirl crumpled to the pavement. "Arrrgghhh...got...got...to get up..." she gasped, as she propped herself up on one arm. She slowly got up as the three thugs approached. She waited until one was close enough, then tried to smash him with her right, only to miss and take a fist herself squarely in the jaw. As she tried to regain her balance, the thugs closed and began to pummel her. Batgirl, at 47, was no match for three well trained, and young, street fighters. The trio beat her viciously. Each time she would get up slower, as they began to land blows almost at will as Batgirl staggered around the alley like a punch drunk fighter. Her husband averted his eyes as he watched his wife take one punch after another. First, one would land a brutal punch to her ribs, then another the head as she began to breathe heavily. It seemed every punch or kick would only hit air and the next moment Batgirl would be hit again and again and again before she could even respond. As she stood there, she knew she was no match for the street punks. Her aging body and smoking had betrayed her, and the once proud Batgirl was now only an aging fomer superheroine, gasping for breath. "Batgirl!" shouted Garth, as she wheeled around. As Batgirl stood there, her chest heaving, her arms, barely able to reach her chin, Garth laughed, moved one arm like he was going to strike her. Batgirl tried to cover, and too late realized it was a sucker punch, as he quickly brought his other arm up. She only glimped the flash of brass knuckles as he landed a massive blow to her head, and she dropped to the pavement unconscious. As her husband and child watched in horror, Garth approached the unconscious body of Batgirl which was sprawled on the pavement. He leaned over and turned her body over so she was lying face up, her mouth and nose dripping blood down the side of her face onto the pavement. "Behold, the great Batgirl, beaten and bloodied by yours truly," Garth gloated, snickering the last of the words. He then pulled the mask from her face, revealing that face to her shocked daughter for the first time. "Mommy...mommy!" screamed the young girl, as Garth dragged her body back into the complex with the help of his men. Barbara awoke some time later, chained at her wrists and ankles to the bed, and stripped naked, revealing her black and blue body, still caked with blood in some spots from the cuts which littered her upper torso. "My God...the bastards...what did they do to me?" she whimpered to herself. Never had she felt so helpless...or old. Her body ached like it had never ached before, even in her prime when she had been sometimes beaten, it hadn't felt this bad. The door opened and in walked Garth. "Hello, Barbara, how are you feeling? I hope you're up for some play, my Bat toy," he laughed, as he shut the door. As he began to undress himself, Barbara noticed the monitor in the room flickering on. Her eyes opened wider and wider as she realized what was ocurring. Somewhere, in another room, her husband was in a clear container. He was standing in it, as sand,or something similar to it, was slowing being poured into the enclosure. She gave a slight gasp as she realized that the picture was a split screen and she was also looking at her daughter in another, similar container, which was also being filled by sand. "Oh...I see you've discovered YOUR entertainment for the time being," said Garth, as he lay down on the bed next to the chained body of Barbara Gordon, and began caressing her nipples. "What are you doing now, Garth?" asked Barbara, fearing the answer. "Quite simple really, Batgirl. I'm going to make love to you while you watch your husband die. While you come, he goes...ha...ha...ha...ha... ha..." he laughed, as Barbara felt the tip of his penis at her labia. "Pleasee...plleeeeasseeee...I'll do anything...anything...anything...just don't kill my husband and daughter....Garth...think of it. I'll be all yours. Anything you want. You can..." Garth held his hand up as he interrupted her. "I already have you. Now I want you to watch your family die while you are helpless to help them..." as he plunged his cock into her all at once. "Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee" she gasped, from the pain of his dry member being forceably rammed into her. ‘Pleasseeee...Garth...anything, I’ll do anything...just leave my family alone...I’m begging you...pleassssseeeeee’ as her pleadings ended in a large sob. Garth began to suck the milk from Barbara's breasts as he began to ram her pelvis as hard as he could. He wanted every inch of his cock inside of her while she watched her husband die as he slid his massive member back and forth while he drank her milk. Never in his life had he imagined such power. Batgirl was his as he paused from his thirst to gaze as her face. Her short brown hair had streaks of gray in it, and her chin had begun to sag just a bit, but he had to admit, she was still as fine physcial specimen, a woman, as he had ever seen. And he had figured out who she was!!! Barbara was almost delerious. The enclosure was almost half-full, and there was nothing she could do. She could hear the sound of her husband and daughter yelling as Garth brutally pounded her. Her mind was ready to snap and surrender as she closed her eyes. "Uggghhh...Uggggghhhhhhhh...Ugggghhghhhhh" moaned Garth, as he sucked her breasts, his cock filling her as she rocked back and forth. She could feel him ready to cum inside her unprotected (and still fertile) womb as she began to get in sync with him, the duo heaving up and down, higher and higher until she felt him began to seize in her, his sperm invading her womb as he moaned and squirted his cum deep inside of her. ‘AAAAAAAAAIIIEEEEEEEE’ screamed Garth, sucking her breasts as he unleashed his cum inside of her. Although limited by her chains, Barbara threw her hips back and up, throwing Garth's head into the wall above her, knocking him unconscious, his throbbing penis still inside of her. Using her body, Barbara pulled his body further up onto her, until the small magnet that she had noticed adorning his neck was inches from her electric manacles. "Pleasee...dear God..." she could hear her husband begging for his life, as the sand reached his chest. She knew he had almost no time to live as she wiggled the magnet towards the first manacle, praying her plan would work. "CLICK" She smiled. She knew a magnet, moved among a bundle of wires, the wires in her manacle would create a small electric current. Enough, she hoped, to unlock her manacles. In seconds, she had unlocked her manacles and slipped Garth into them. Then, she slipped on her clothes which were still in the room, and used Garth's key to escape. From the monitor, she knew the room was big, and probably underground, as she hurried down the hall, searching for a way downstairs. "There...over there," she told herself, as she opened the door and headed downstairs, praying Garth's men wouldn't be waiting for her. She knew with the beating she had taken and the lack of sleep, and her age, she was in no shape to fight again. She was gasping for air as she hit the final step and looked around the room. Barbara peered around the corner and saw Garth's two assistant's talking with one another at the foot of the stairs leading up to the entrance, which was on a platform that led to a small opening in the enclosure. Although she was hardly in shape, she knew her and her family's lives now depended on her overpowering these two men. If she failed, she knew all of them would die. Looking around, she spied a stray bolt, picked it up, and pitched it across the room, where it struck the wall with a resounding CLUNK. "What the hell is that?" asked one of the men, leaving to have a look. Barbara moved quickly. As the other guard watched his colleague, she ran up behind him, putting her hand over his mouth, while giving a quick karate chop to his neck. He went down without a sound, as she pulled the body away from the stairs. "Hey, John, must have been some stray cat or something. Nothing here," he said, approaching the glass enclosure which held her husband. "Quick, quick..." thought Barbara, as she glanced over at her daughter's glass case, which was filled with quicksand up to her daughter's neck also by now. She could hear her daughter's whimpers, but knew she couldn't do anything just yet. "John...what???" said the second guard, as Barbara jumped out and kicked him with all her might in the groin. "HUUUPHHHHHH" groaned the guard as he grabbed his groin. Barbara moved to kick him again, but this time he was too quick and grabbed her foot, throwing her to the floor. She was already breathing hard, sucking air as she struggled to get back on her feet as the guard grabbed a nearby two-by-four and came at her. She ducked, just as the two-by-four whizzed by her head, knocking a small coffee can down under the enclosure. Barbara used her temporary advantage to propel herself at him as her fist struck him in the jaw and knocked him unconscious. As she got up and shook her head to clear it, she heard a whoosh and looked over to see a small electrical fire under the enclosure containing her husband. "The coffee can must have contained diesel fuel or something," she thought to herself. Barbara looked over to her daughter, only to discover to her horror that the sand was filling around her nose, and she was in the last throes of her death struggle. Barbara raced the half dozen steps to the next enclosure, ran up the stairs, and smashed open the small door. "Honey...honey...please...grab mommy..." she begged, as she reached her arms and head into the small Plexiglas enclosure and grabbed an arm. She couldn't pull her daughter up. The sand had such force she could not break the suction. "UGGHHHHHH....UUUGGHHHHHHH she cried as she pulled as hard as she could, frantically trying to pull her daughter free. Finally, her daughter's body broke free, and Barbara pulled her daughter up. "Mommy...mommy! You're here," her daughter cried, as she began to cough and sputter. "Come on, let's get you out of there," Barbara said. "Come with mommy," she said, as she quickly led the young girl over to the stairs leading up and out of the room. "Now, go up there and wait for me," she said, kissing her daughter's forehead as she looked around. The room was quickly filling with smoke from the fire which was now surely cooking her husband alive, she thought, as she bounded up the stairs of his Plexiglas enclosure. She took the stairs two at a time and arrived at the top. She gasped as she grabbed her chest. "Argghhhhhhh" she moaned, as she felt a stab of pain in her chest and momentarily doubled over. She struggled with the door, unable to open it, as she peered down into the sand, which completely covered her husband. "Come on...come on..." she pleaded with no one in particular, as she finally pulled open the door and lowered her top half of her body down, while her legs grabbed the two sides of the entrance to the door, holding her upside down. "Gary...Gary...please answer me...please..." she begged, as her hands frantically dug as the sand. She felt something and began to pull. The sand was like cement, but after a minute of pulling she had finally managed to loosen her husband enough so that she could pull his upper half out. She continued to struggle, the sweat literally pouring off of her, until she worked him loose, then pulled with all her might as she brought him out onto the platform. Barbara was exhausted. She knew her husband wasn't breathing, but she had to catch her own breath. Her chest felt like it was exploding, as it continued to heave up and down while she gulped for air. She wiped her face, which was covered in sweat. Finally, she rolled over to her husband. She didn't even possess the strength to get up, as she cleared his mouth and began to give mouth to mouth to him. The smoke was so thick, she didn't even know that if she got him breathing again, if the pair would be able to find their way out, and the heat was now making the platform very hot. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----