A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Wins 04

She was shaking her head, just about controlling the surge of hot sensations that she'd just set off between her legs, when she heard a vaguely familiar 'click', and an icy shiver ran down her spine when she realised what it meant. It sounded just like the noise before she'd been assaulted by the suit-shredding little machines. And this time there was nothing to shred. But there was plenty of bare flesh on offer!

She cringed as she heard the faint sound of them crawling down the pole towards her. She waved her hands across the smooth surface in the blackness above her, trying to knock them off and was rewarded with the feel of a couple being dispatched into oblivion by her right hand. But it wasn't enough and within seconds they were on to her neck and shoulders. She twisted and turned desperately on her personal phallus, creating more and more pleasure waves as she tried desperately to flick them off her body, but there were too many of them and she had to cry out loud as two of them worked their way onto her breast and gripped hold of her taut nipples again.

And if that wasn't bad enough, another one immediately dropped down between her legs and nestled itself into her slit. She cried out again in dismay as she felt tiny little contacts clip themselves onto her clit hood. And even as she unsuccessfully tried to pull them off her nipples, she knew that it would be no good. They'd come to do a job and they weren't about to let her off lightly!

As if in confirmation, she felt the infernal throbbing start up again - and this time it was more intense, a higher frequency!!

It was impossible she thought wearily as she tried yet again to contain herself as the vibrations gradually took their toll on her most sensitive points. All that action setting her arousal surging as the penetrating dildo also joined in, vibrating inside her in the same shattering rhythm! Within minutes she was soaring up and up again until she was would up like a spring before another powerful, cataclysmic orgasm gave her some blessed relief.

She was just clinging onto the pole as best she could, held firmly in place by the giant phallus as the botnicks relentlessly assaulting her clit and nipples. She was gradually being taken up onto another, even higher plane. She was losing control again, but held on grimly for long minutes before succumbing again. This time though it was something else that had defeated her!

Just as she was fighting that last battle, she'd felt movement! The phallus seemed to drop away downwards for a second, releasing her slightly before driving back up into her again and sending her into orbit as another climax ripped through her.

Dimly she realised that the pole had started to oscillate up and down!

The combined effect of all this was absolutely devastating! The pole was driving the dildo up and down to fuck her, just as the botnicks were stimulating practically every nerve ending that they could get hold of in her throbbing clit and nipples.

In an incredibly short while, the climaxes were starting to merge as she slumped forward, riding the bucking dildo as best she could, but it was soon getting too much as the relentless, intense pleasure began to overwhelm her and the unbelievable feeling of the stiff shaft driving up and down inside her finally began to get more distant as an inner veil of blackness began to drift over her consciousness.

She slumped forward against the gyrating pole again, semiconscious, hardly noticing the way that the remaining botnicks seemed to pull her fingers together and around the pole so that she wouldn't tip backwards.

But that didn't stop the erotic torture going on and on and on as Batgirl's poor pussy got hotter and hotter as she drifted in and out of consciousness.

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"Come on Catgirl, that's enough!" said Natasha firmly, "You heard what Catwoman said!"

Catgirl's eyes were still riveted to the screen though as she watched Batgirl's limp, sweaty body jerking up and down like a marionette on the end of the big black phallus. It was mesmerising! She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be fucked like that! What all those incredible sensations would do to her!

"What..........," she asked distractedly as she felt Natasha shaking her shoulder, "Oh, yes .... maybe you're right ... I suppose I ought really to switch her off."

She sounded a bit disappointed though!

15 - Morning Has Broken

When Batgirl finally started to come to her senses again, she could do nothing but cringe as almost every muscle in her body started to protest. Mainly it was fatigue, pain, tiredness, but here and there, still a tinge of excitement!

She was on her back, lying on something cool and soft .....and a bit damp. But she didn't, maybe couldn't, move! She was absolutely worn out.

She opened her eyes and looked upwards to see some remaining bright stars start to disappear from sight. She was outside then she realised immediately as she also registered a cool breeze building up and wafting over her. She turned her head slightly to watch the horizon where a soft red brightness in the sky began to herald a new dawn, and the death of those stars still shining down on her. She was beginning to feel like a 'fading star' herself.

The sideways movement of her head had confirmed something else. She was laid out on grass, and the wetness she was feeling was dew. It was early morning, it was cool, and judging by the trees and buildings surrounding her, she was in a park. Then something else registered and she closed her eyes again as, with a sinking feeling, she realised that she was naked apart from her cowl and the long tumbling locks of ginger hair of her wig! What was she doing here?

Then memories of last night's 'entertainment' came flooding back. Instinctively her hand dropped to her pussy as she thought for a moment that she was still impaled on that horribly big dildo! But as the soothing fingers traced their way around her most treasured possessions she realised, mostly with relief, that it had gone. She felt around a little more. She was sore, she was shattered, but she still seemed to be in one piece. She breathed a long sigh of relief!

Being fucked almost insensible on that awful silver pole had really taken it out of her, but as she delved further into her memories she realised with a shock that that hadn't been the end of it
She'd come round later in the night, blindfolded this time. She'd found her wrists had been fastened to her ankles and something soft and big had been placed under her bum, lifting her pussy high into the air as she lay, knees bent, on her back. There had been voices in the background, women's voices, but when they'd realised that she was awake they'd stopped. She'd felt hot and sweaty, her pussy and breasts were still throbbing insanely and she'd murmured something insensible, but then they'd started on her again!

As the night had gone on, she'd dimly realised that it was like some sort of bizarre competition. Firstly a dildo/vibrator would be run across her lips so that she could feel and even taste it. There had been so many! All different shapes and sizes. There were metal ones, plastic ones, glass ones, smooth ones, ribbed ones and rough ones, and she'd been encouraged to sample them all!

After the tasting it would be used, expertly, on her upturned pussy. One minute it would be probing deep inside her and the next buzzing at her responsive slit and it's swollen clit and then back inside again triggering those uncontrollable deep, electric feelings within her hot cavern. It was just a relentless onslaught designed to bring her quickly to a state of total arousal so that her whole being was focussed on the need for the impending orgasm. And that's where the competition had come in! Then everything would slow right down and the vibrator would be used just enough to keep her tantalisingly on the brink for as long as possible. She'd been sure that they were timing her up to the point where, eventually, she'd somehow wriggled and twisted her way over the edge and into the welcome relief of a long, deep and heart thumping climax.

Only for it all to start over, and over, and over again!

She shook her head at the memory and shivered as the cool wind reminded her that she was naked, in a public place and, now that dawn was in full swing there'd soon be people about!

She finally forced herself up into a weary sitting position, arms propping herself up behind her. As she looked around she realised that she'd been left in a small park near to her apartment. The sense of relief that washed through her quickly dissipated though when she realised that someone was watching her from a nearby path. Instinctively she used her hands and arms to try and cover her nakedness.

As her eyes focussed, she realised that it was a man. He looked like a tramp. He was wearing a long, dirty raincoat, and sported a bushy, silvery beard. He held a small brown paper covered package in his hand, hardly disguising the open necked bottle within. He was staring at her wide eyed, before he dragged his gaze to the bottle and shook his head.

After all, how often do you come across a beautiful, naked women in the middle of a Gotham park? Those rounded, pert breasts alone were enough to die for!

16 - Back to Reality

Batgirl staggered into her flat and quickly dragged off the smelly brown mackintosh, throwing it distastefully onto the floor as soon as she'd slam-shut the door behind her.

She knew that she ought to have felt pleased to have got hold of something, anything, to cover her nakedness as she'd made her way back home, but this?! She cringed at the thought of what she'd had to do to persuade the tramp to let her have it. It just didn't bear thinking about! And she'd had to leave her cowl and ginger locks in a nearby bin before nearing her building so she'd finally lost all of her costume. Batman was going to be really pleased! Not that she really cared anymore.

There was only one thing on her mind now anyway as she almost fled into her bathroom and switched on the shower.

Only after the hot jets of water had been bouncing off her aching body for ten minutes did she start to feel clean again, and a little more refreshed and human! She was even starting to hum to herself as she soaped her body, letting her fingers gently massage her sore muscles. There were so many of them, and she hadn't even begun to explore the tenderness between her legs!

Then the damned door buzzer went off and she finally lost it, cursing everything around her as she dragged on her big white terry robe and stormed through her flat to door.

"What the hell do you want?!" she snapped as she found Robin on the doorstep. He was dressed in grey slacks and an open necked powder blue shirt, in his best Dick Grayson guise. And his eyes had widened at the unexpected assault.

"Woah there Barbara! What have I done now?!"

She glared at him for a few more minutes before stepping back and ushering him in.

"Oh it's not you Dick," she sighed as she followed him in, "I've just had a .....a ...well, a bit of a long night that's all."

Robin was looking warily at the piled up brown mac by the doorway, having caught a whiff as he'd passed by.

"My God Barbara, what's that thing doing there. It smells awful!"

Batgirl was lost for words, "I errr...... It was all .......... Oh God, I can't explain it all now!" she blurted out as she retreated into her bedroom.
She went into the bathroom to grab another towel and began to rub at her hair as Robin settled himself on the big bed.

"So, why are you really here then?" she asked finally.

Robin was looking at the telephone on her bedside table as he answered, and she too caught the flashing light of the answer machine, "Oh, Batman asked me to drop by and pick you up. He wants us to meet up at Wayne Mansion.......Look you're answer machine's flashing." He leaned across the bed and hit the switch before she could stop him.

What they both heard then were a string of increasingly strident messages from Sister Allison, almost begging Batgirl to call her back. The last message was from just over half an hour ago.

"Was that Sister Allison?" Robin asked with a puzzled expression on his face, "She sounded really concerned about you..... " Then the penny dropped, "Oh, are you two...........? Wow, no wonder Catgirl's so upset!"

Batgirl hadn't said anything but her expression had given her away. But Robin's mention of Catgirl had set her brain working again.

"Have you seen Catgirl recently?" she asked suspiciously.

Robin was immediately wary, "Not for a couple of days actually. She said that she was busy with something. Why?"

Batgirl pursed her lips, "Mmmm that explains a lot." Despite all the silence, she'd gradually come to the conclusion that she was ninety percent certain that it was Catgirl behind the night's events, and Robins admission had just notched that up to ninety five percent!

"What did she say about me?" she continued neutrally.

Robin looked uncomfortable, "Well, not a lot really........" he began slowly as he stared back into Batgirl's unswerving brown eyes, "errrrr well........nothing very complimentary anyway!" he finally admitted.

"Damn the woman!" she snapped harshly in response, " I knew it! Just wait until I get hold of her!!"

Robin didn't like the look of this. He'd got used to the love/hate relationship that seemed to dominate the thinking of the two girls in his life, but this time they seemed to have really gone overboard!

"Okay Batgirl, what's she done now?" he asked tentatively.

"You have no idea!" she snapped back, "Now go and get a drink or something while I call Katy."

After she'd explained that Katy was Sister Allison's Christian name he left her alone to make the call.

The response, when she got through was strange. Sister Allison was obviously incredibly relieved to hear that she was alright, but her responses were guarded and Batgirl realised that she was at home with her husband. Eventually, she'd made some excuse to go into a room on her own and they'd been able to talk more naturally, more lovingly. Batgirl was careful not to give away any sordid details about her experience. The last thing she wanted was to upset her new friend after all, so she'd just said that she'd been captured and then released. But she was more concerned about what had happened to her new, 'almost', lover!

Fortunately, her experience had been a little less dramatic. She'd woken up in the rest room bed somewhat later as the effects of the gas had left her. She wasn't tied up or anything and she still had her clothes on. Then she started to get a bit reticent and Batgirl immediately pressed her for more details. That was when she finally admitted the only thing that had been done to her, and it made Batgirl's blood boil! She'd been left asleep with a large blue dildo pushed right up her fanny!

She'd insisted that it hadn't harmed her. It had just felt shockingly strange to wake up with it nestled inside her. But Batgirl wasn't convinced, "Oh that SO does it! I'm going to really make her suffer for this Katy. You wait and see!" she'd sworn.

17 - It's Just All A Bit Too Much

The sun was out and Gotham was warming up when Batgirl stepped out of Robin's bright red sports car.

He'd pulled up at the main entrance to Wayne Mansion. They were in 'civilian' clothes so that didn't matter today. They'd kept a pretty cool silence going most of the way across town after Batgirl had made some pretty unpleasant remarks about Catgirl after her conversation with Sister Allison, but she was past caring. Revenge. TOTAL revenge was on her fevered mind!

That, and the thought of an anticipated bust up with Batman were all that was keeping her weary body going. After all, why had he sent Robin for her? It could only mean yet more aggravation surely!

She stepped onto the white, dusty gravel, her short summer dress swirling around her thighs as she turned and strode purposely towards the ornate wooden doorway. She didn't really know what Batman wanted, but she'd got plenty of things to say to him! She was in a dangerous mood.

And of course, as she reached out for the door it swung smoothly open before her, just like magic. 'Just like Alfred to be ready for us,' she thought with a smile. She'd always had a soft spot for Bruce Wayne's aged old retainer. But, in this case, it wasn't.

"Oh! ........ Bruce!" she said in surprise.

For a moment she was flummoxed. The unexpected sight of Bruce Wayne in casual shirt and slacks that displayed his powerful physique off perfectly, was the ultimate distraction. After all, this was the man that she'd been trying to seduce for so, so long. She'd almost given up on him, but clearly her body hadn't as the usual hormonal reaction set in as blood rushed into her cheeks, and other sensitive spots!

The bright smile that lit up his face as he reached out to help her in was disconcerting as well given that she'd been ready for some sort of angry tirade, but instead he gently grasped her hand to guide her into the hallway, "I'm so glad you're here at last Barbara, I've been missing you. I hope ................ Barbara!!"

For some reason known only to the gods and maybe Batgirl's inner self, Batman's unexpected warmness, all the events of the last few weeks, all the stresses and strains of the past twenty four hours, suddenly welled up and overwhelmed her as she unexpectedly stumbled forward into Bruce's strong arms. 'What an incredibly ridiculous time to feint!' she thought vaguely as the dizziness dissolved into blackness.

Shortly afterwards, she came round laying on one of the long brown leather sofas in the splendidly decorated living room. The big double windows that led into the garden were open and a welcome cool breeze was drifting pleasantly around her head. She still felt drained and absolutely exhausted, but that wasn't the reason that she didn't immediately move. The thing that was keeping her still was the soft flesh under her head and the strong fingers that were gently teasing through her hair. She immediately realised that her head was in his lap, and that he was gently caressing her as he tried to bring her round, "Come on Barbara, whatever has happened to you...."

She felt her pulse racing as she finally forced her eyes open to look up into his face, "Oh God, Batman ...........................thank goodness!" The warm smile that spread around his usual stern features was worth everything to Batgirl as she too smiled back weakly before drifting off to sleep.

18 - Last Chance?

Bruce Wayne's personal physician had arrived shortly afterwards and checked her out.

She was a smart, immaculately dressed woman. Definitely middle aged, Batgirl thought nastily, but she'd had to conceded that she looked ravishing. Wasn't it just typical of Batman to have found himself a doctor who looked like a candidate for Miss Universe?!

But she'd been brief and efficient and had quickly won Batgirl over with her sympathetic approach, and her caustic comments to Batman when he'd gotten in the way!

Still, Batgirl had been relieved after the thorough check-up to find that she had no significant ailments. The doctor felt that she was just exhausted and stressed, and needed a few days total bed-rest to let her body, and mind, lick it's wounds. She'd smiled warmly at Batgirl as she took her leave , but Batgirl had noticed the way that she'd stopped at the doorway and engaged Batman in a short, intense discussion in hushed tones before shaking his hand and disappearing from sight.

But that had been three days ago and, as Batgirl looked around the familiar surroundings in her bedroom, she was starting to feel good again. She didn't use it very often these days, but she'd always loved her own personal bedroom in Wayne Mansion. It made her feel safe she realised with a shock. Even now, after everything that had happened. And she'd always kept her ward-robe up to date, so, after the good doctor's pronouncement, she'd happily settled herself in.