A Day in Gotham - Batgirl's Dilemma

Groggily, Batgirl started to come round. Her head was dangling down between her arms she realised, but it seemed too heavy to lift. With a prodigious effort, she forced her eyelids open a little and then immediately shut then tight again as the light set off a piercing headache. Gradually more of her senses returned. Her arms were fixed somewhere above her and she was leaning slightly backwards against some sort of hard rod like surface at the small of her back. She tried to move her feet, but they wouldn't budge.

She thought that she'd kept her return to senses a secret, but no such luck. A cloud of sweet scented fragrance wafted across her face and she felt the underside of her chin being tickled.

"Come on now Batgirl. I know you're with us and I've been so much looking forward to playing with you again!"

Her eyes snapped open instantly, ignoring the pain as she focused on the soft, smiling features of arch-nemesis, Catgirl! She was dressed in her usually black clinging costume, flecked here and there with pink, the black mask covering her upper head matching Catwoman's except for the pink inner ears.

She was a little shorter than Batgirl, but just as shapely. The black body-suit revealed her well honed muscles, narrow waist and powerful legs. At her waist was a grey, jewel encrusted pocketed belt which Batgirl knew to her cost were packed full of devilish aids. She wore pink boots and gloves and long white whiskers attached to the nose of her head-cowl. She was a kaleidoscope of colour compared to Catwoman's rather drab, black outfit. She was also a little devil!

Batgirl sighed to herself as she realised her predicament. It was bad enough that she'd been captured 'on the job' so to speak. But by Catgirl again!? The memories of their last encounter flooded back. The little minx had taken perverse pleasure in inflicting a series of orgasmic episodes on her that had left her so completely exhausted, that she'd had to take days off work at the Library to recover!

And then there was that bloody document as well! She remembered reaching a state of arousal so completely intoxicating that she'd actually signed some paper that Catgirl had pushed in front of her saying that, if she came under Catgirl's power again, she'd agree to take part in any 'erotic fun' that Catgirl decided upon, short of any physical harm. She'd thought at the time that signing it wouldn't be an issue because she'd been confident that the next time they met, she'd turn the tables and take her revenge on Catgirl anyway. 'Idiot!' she thought to herself as she wondered, with a mixture of concern and anticipation, what Catgirl could possibly be planning next.

Now that her eyes were open, Batgirl took a few moments to scan her surroundings. The two of them appeared to be in a small room, containing a single table and three utilitarian chairs, pushed up against a long, wide window which took up most of the length of the room. It gave a view onto another room over the top of a table-like bed and beyond onto a wall mounted lab table, filled with glass containers of coloured liquids. Batgirls presumed that the 'window' was in fact a one-way mirror.

The table in this room had been pushed aside to make way for a strong metallic looking A-frame. As Batgirl twisted around she could see that her hands were cuffed together above her head and locked onto the tip of the A-frame, her legs were spread wide apart, each ankle strapped to the legs of the A-frame, about three feet apart. Her arms were stretched above her, but not high enough to make it impossible to stand.

She noted that her utility belt had been removed and placed on the table, well out of any possible reach, but after a quick check round the rest of her suit Batgirl was relieved that nothing else seemed to have been interfered with. With renewed confidence, she began to pull and tug at her bindings, but even with her prodigious strength, she couldn't budge them.

Catgirl watched Batgirl's struggles with amusement. She'd taken a pace back whilst Batgirl looked around and was admiring the way her body's sinews stretched and strained as she tested her bindings. She really did love to look of her adversary when she was struggling!

At that moment the door opened and Catwoman stepped into the room closely followed by the man in the leopard suit. Immediately the atmosphere turned menacing.

"... and you need to sort out you're bungling cubs Leopard Man! Fancy leaving that woman's bag behind! I just hope there was nothing useful in it!!" She didn't sound happy, and the interrupted conversation sent a cold shiver down Batgirl's spine as she realised that the tracking device had been left behind with it. How was Batman going to find them now?!

"Good, I see that Catgirl has given you a proper welcome!" the black suited figure hissed as she walked round the A-frame, testing the strength of the bindings before finishing close up in front of her face, one talon tipped finger resting on the spot under Batgirl's chin that Catgirl had been stroking so sensuously a few moments ago. Batgirl held her breath. She knew that, should she wish, Catwoman was capable of raking that talon deeply across her face taking nose, mouth and anything else in the way with it. And sometimes she wished! Even Catgirl looked uncomfortable.

"Now 'Batbitch', just why were you there in that car-park today of all days?"

Batgirl knew that she couldn't give away their knowledge of the plan, or that Batman would be in pursuit. She thought desperately for an explanation.

In the end it was obvious. She had arrived there to pay her taxes. It was so incredibly mundane that it might just be believable!

"Taxes!" hooted an incredulous Catwoman. "My God, you're such a sad specimen! Who the hell pays taxes these days?!" The room filled with laughter as they all joined in.

Catwoman was still staring inquisitively into Batgirl's eyes and she tried not to flinch.

"Mmmmm it's just the sort of thing you goody-goody types would do I suppose. Maybe we'll let it rest at that."

With that she snorted and twirled away. "Come on Leopard Man we've got business to attend to."

Then she glanced back at Batgirl's strained form, dangling from the A-Frame. "Catgirl has some plans for you I think" she said with a devious smile. "I'm sure you'll not get bored!"

Then they were gone, leaving Batgirl sighing out in relief and Catgirl simply sighing in anticipation!

She took off her gloves and came over to stood behind Batgirl, resting her cheek on one of Batgirl's straining arms, "Now then my little plaything, where shall we begin?"

"Oh here I think," she continued as her fingers deftly lifted Batgirls' cape and ran up her neck to the top of the secret seam on her Batgirl costume. "I really do need to change that," Batgirl thought yet again as Catgirl's experienced fingers unlocked the seal and ran remorselessly down her back, sending shivers up Batgirl's spine as the suit opened up along her spine.

As the material separated Catgirl purred in satisfaction, then, noticing the black lacy band exposed at her waist she exclaimed in surprise "What..., panties Batgirl? I thought you were braver than that!"

Batgirl knew better than to answer and flinched slightly in anticipation as the fingers began to massage the base of her spine in little circles before drifting up the bones to the middle of her back. "You know Batgirl, I think that I like this bit best," she whispered into her ear as her hands drifted either side of her chest, pushing under the Batgirl suit and easing under her firm breasts, nudging inside the armoured front-piece. "Mmmm," she coooed breathlessly, "Absolutely delectable!" as her hands cupped each breast, fingers searching out and gently tweaking Batgirls sensitive nipples.

Despite the situation, Batgirl knew from previous confrontations what to expect but her body couldn't help but respond as the nipples hardened and she felt her pussy begin to swell and lubricate. "Oh no, not again," she whispered through clenched teeth in exasperation. Then it occurred to her that she had a chance of escape! She knew that Catgirl wouldn't be able to get her suit off without releasing her from the bindings on the A-frame, so at some stage she'd have a chance to overpower her. She just needed to be patient!

Catgirl wasn't about to rush though, as she spent the next few minutes caressing and squeezing Batgirl's breasts under the suit, tugging and flicking the nipples from time to time and generally tantalising her as much as she could. Batgirl found the combination of sexual manipulation and her bound, incapacitation increasingly stimulating. She had to fight hard to repress the waves of pleasure starting to build up within her.

At last Catgirls hands almost reluctantly left their positions around Batgirl's firm and now radiant orbs, and pulled around to her back again.

"It's fun Batgirl, I know, but we really need to move on." Batgirl immediately tensed her charged body for the possibility of escape - only to be sadly disillusioned!

Catgirl's fingers were now rising up her back again until they were cupping her elegant neck from behind. Batgirl knew immediately what Catgirl intended but could do nothing but twist her neck desperately to one side.

"Now, now Batgirl - don't play hard to get, remember the 'contract'!" as her fingers found the carotid artery and began to press down. "Lights Out!" Batgirl heard vaguely as her brain was starved of oxygen and she gradually blacked out.

Chapter 6 - Still Tied Up - and a Little Uncomfortable!

This time Batgirl awoke with a start, eyes flashing open immediately. She was annoyed. This was so frustrating! How could a young imp like Catgirl have her under her power yet again?!

At least this time she'd come round without her captor noticing. Catgirl was half-sitting on the edge of the table, one leg swinging backward and forward under her as she watched through the 'window' into the next room, where Catwoman and her new partner were doing something with coloured liquids on the far bench.

Batgirl breathed a silent sigh of relief. Then she was mortified to realise from the cool air circulating around her body that Catgirl had had time to relieve her of her uniform and still get her strung back up on the A-frame again. Damn! Another opportunity missed and here she was at the little minx's mercy again.

Her breasts still tingled from the earlier attention that they'd had from Catgirl, and having her arms tied above her made them stand out, naked and proud in front of her. Batgirl was at least relieved to feel the soft, lacy material of her black panties still clinging around her hips, and her arms and feet were still encased in black boots and arm-gloves which at least stopped the bindings biting into her flesh.

Maybe they wouldn't be so secure now? Worth a try Batgirl thought as she attempted to silently flex her muscles and pull at the restraints. But they wouldn't budge and, inevitably, the slight movement had caught Catgirl's attention.

She was immediately off the table and at Batgirl's side.

"Gosh - you are a wimp Batgirl. I thought you'd only be out for a few minutes, but I've been waiting here for ages!" She smiled broadly as she took off her glove again and ran her finger under Batgirl's right breast, slowly drawing it up vertically over the sensitised flesh. The anticipation instantly hardened Batgirl's nipple which the passing finger gave a quick flick as it drifted past, causing Batgirl to draw in a sharp breath as the nerves signalled their pleasure.

"And now we really can play can't we?" Catgirl cooed, a little breathlessly.

Batgirl was struggling to gain control, especially as Catgirl's hand cupped her breast, giving a brief little squeeze before dragging downwards over her stomach, heading South! Batgirl was proud of her fitness and her tummy muscles instinctively tightened as the fingers trailed lightly over them, if anything enhancing the warm signals of anticipation swelling up from between her legs. She really did need to stop this somehow, or did she? God it felt good.

"So Catgirl," she tried, gritting her teeth "what's going on next door?"

The trailing fingers had reached the elastic band at the top of her panties and paused, playfully running along the band, tickling her bare skin.

"Nothing to do with you Batgirl," she replied dismissively, but then added with a giggle, "but you might enjoy the show!"

By now the fingers had returned to the centre of her tummy and were starting to burrow under the black lace material. Batgirl was getting desperate as they began to rummage through her little bush of pubic hair, but was it desperation to stop or to continue?

"But what's happened to the young woman that you kidnapped?" she persisted half heartedly as the pleasure signals from her pussy started to gain the upper hand.

"Oh, you'll see her soon enough!" laughed Catgirl in triumph as her fingers found the start of the magical crevice between her legs.

"Aaaaargh!" was all Batgirl could manage in response as she sucked in a deep breath.

Her legs were trapped wide apart on the 'A'-frame giving Catgirl almost unrestricted access to her most private and sensitive parts. The black lace panties were no protection at all as Catgirls fingers roamed underneath at will. It didn't help that Batgirl knew how adept her new nemesis was at inflecting her brand of sensuous torture and her current helpless plight was simply magnifying the effect as the sexual tension rose remorselessly.

The tantalising fingers had now split up as they passed down either side of her pulsating outer lips, triggering little flashes of electricity around her pubic mound as they passed, before stopping as they met together again under her bottom. Batgirl found that she'd stopped breathing as the fingertips paused at the base of her labia lips, silently urging Catgirl to finish the job they'd started but, as usual, she wasn't to be rushed. Her face had that devilish look about it at as she searched Batgirl's eyes, lapping up the sensuous confusion she saw reflected back.

Then the two fingers became a single finger as Catgirl slowly pulled it back upwards, delving deeply between batgirl's now sodden lips, drawing it smoothly across the top of her gaping womanhood and coming to rest just next to her clit. The effect was absolutely electric as Batgirl's thighs and stomach muscles tensed rigid under the almost unbearable waves of pleasure that were pulsating between Batgirl's legs. She knew she was panting in sharp, short breaths, but couldn't control it as her body simply took over.

"Well now Batgirl," admonished her temptress, "you do seem to be rather damp down there don't you? What sort of advertisement is that for a female superhero?" The fingertip was now resting hard against her now sensitised and swollen clit adding yet further to the incredible level of arousal that she was suffering.

Catgirl pressed a little harder, and Batgirl couldn't avoid a long, low moan escaping from her lips, which only gave further encouragement of course.

"Shall we bring the suffering to an end?" she queried innocently.

"Just do your worst Catgirl, I can't stand any more," Batgirl whispered, utterly defeated.

"Oh well, maybe later then," she responded lightly as she pulled her hand out of the panties and smiled sweetly at her super frustrated foe.

"Jesus!" was all the reply she got as Batgirl sagged back on her bindings, totally consumed by frustration as her body begged out for some final stimulation, her breathing still coming in little bursts as she fought to control herself. "Just you wait until I get out of this!" she silently promised herself with feeling as she directed a hateful glare at the now highly amused young creature in front of her.

Chapter 7 - The Show Must Go On

Being a female superhero, Batgirl soon managed to get herself back under some sort of control although the sweat glistening on her body would have been a bit of a give away to her feelings for the casual observer. Catgirl couldn't be described as casual though as she taunted her captive with some descriptions of what further games they could play, and Batgirl's body still tingled in apprehension or anticipation. She wasn't sure which.

Suddenly there was a welcomed interruption as a movement in the next room caught their attention. A door was opening and the two brown suited thugs from earlier entered, carrying the inert figure of Susan between them. Batgirl was pleased to see that one of them was walking rather stiffly. They were followed into the room by two of Catgirl's 'Kittens', who were dressed in the usual sexy, red mini-corsets designed for narrow waists and showing off their ample bosoms. A pair of black leather micro-skirts over suspenders and black stockings finalised the uniform. One had short blonde hair, the other raven black stretching way down her back.

"Don't they look nice," said Catgirl in appreciation, although Batgirl wasn't sure whether she was referring to the kittens or the muscular looking men, and decided not to ask as her attention was really focussed on poor Susan.

She was still wearing the demur red suit that she'd been captured in.

The two brown lunks carted her over to the bed in front of the window and dropped her rather roughly down. There was no reaction from the young detective though as her face flopped to one side. Probably drugged Batgirl thought.

"Told you that you'd see her soon didn't I?" said Catgirl watching at her side.

"What are you going to do to her?" Batgirl asked in concern.

"Oh, not me!" laughed Catgirl before her expression clouded a bit. "Catwoman won't let me get involved with this side of the project. "

"Still, she let me have you instead, so that's fine by me," she continued as she reached over and tweaked one of Batgirl's nipples playfully!

This was all very well, but Batgirl was getting really worried about Susan's fate, particularly when the two Kittens sauntered over and began to remove her clothes. The blonde one started by lifting her shoulders slightly as she teased the suit jacket off her shoulders and arms, followed quickly by the other kitten unfastening her belt, releasing the skirt fastening at her waist and sliding the red skirt down her long shapely legs.

At the other end, the first kitten had quickly unbuttoned Susan's sheer white blouse, parting the two halves to reveal a nice lacy white bra as she pulled the blouse away, just as the second kitten had drawn the white half slip down Susan's legs to follow the red skirt onto the pile of clothes rising on the nearby chair.

Everyone seemed to pause at this point. Catwoman and Leopard Man left the chemicals bench to come over and take a look while Catgirl had inched closer and closer to the window to get the best possible view.

Susan's semi-naked body was now stretched lengthways on the white sheet, her head still turned gently to one side as if asleep. The spectators all seemed to be impressed with her lithe figure, although it was impossible to hear the comments from within the other room. She was left with her lacy white matching bra and briefs covering her modesty, and white stockings covering her legs. The stockings were elastic at the top, holding them onto her thighs about three inches below her briefs.

Then Catwoman herself bent forward to reach under the prostrate young woman, releasing the bra fastening and slowly pulled the cups away from her small, but firm pale breasts. Each mound was tipped by a small round circle of light brown and a high buttoned pink brown nipple.

"Wow!" enthused Catgirl in appreciation.

Catwoman briefly ran the back of her hand across the young girl's exposed breasts, and smiled as she said something to the others. Then she moved down the bed, took hold of the briefs on either side of Susan's waist before dragging them down her thighs and exposing thick tufts of blonde hair pointing like an arrow to the dark band between her legs. Then she stepped back, leaving a nude Susan lying on her back still, her well honed muscles and trim figure a delight to behold and blissfully unconscious throughout the whole process!