Batgirl's Bounty

Author’s Note: So, this is my second attempt to do something similar, but different. I ask the readers to be tolerant as I work my way through this. This is not my preferred story character, but yet something I have always wanted to try. For the purists, we are going to be using as the main Character the original 1960s-era Batgirl. Campy, yes, but no one since has displayed the mix of raw sexuality and style as Yvonne Craig. In my way, this may be my homage to her.

Growing up, I always wanted to play Batgirl when I was playing with the boys. When I grew old enough, I obtained a reasonably close Batgirl costume for Halloween and became very popular with the boys I ran with. For reasons I am sure you can imagine. They are some precious memories to me, as I love to roleplay.

This story is placed in this category as there is no cuckolding in it whatsoever, but one of the villains is black. Were I to have made this a full-on saga, Batgirl's fate would be in the hands of the BNWO, in one way or another.

So here goes my first, and probably only, foray into a new genre.

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It was getting late, maybe 10 PM, and things for the most part had been quiet. Have a pleasant evening. A soft breeze kept the temperatures comfortable and even blew away the awful smells of the Gotham River and the detritus that were the homeless and the various hoodlums’ home bases. Even the predicted rain didn’t happen. The weather guessers were wrong again. I smiled at that. So far, I was better at predicting the weather than they were, and all I did was look out my window!

I crouched on the roof of the second-story brownstone in downtown Gotham City. It was one of my favorite vantage points, because it not only gave me a great view of the block, one of the more disorderly areas of the city, but also it allowed me to hear what was going on. It helped to sort out the regular, run-of-the-mill crimes that were more crook-on-crook, and the more serious ones where a good citizen of Gotham was being bothered, or even victimized. That was where I came in. With my dark purple satin costume, cowl, and matching purple and yellow satin cape, I would pose as a striking shadow to those more cowardly, and if the need called it, I could use my gymnastic and combat training to subdue those criminals who needed to go to jail. That included such arch-villains as The Joker, The Riddler, Catwoman, The Penguin, or some of the lesser fiends like Mr. Freeze, or Egghead.

As I simply observed, I went through a mental checklist of these villains, to see who was where. Mr. Freeze was on ice, cooling it in Gotham Prison for an extended amount of time, thanks to Batman and Robin. Similarly, The Penguin was also living out his sentence in the cooler, again thanks to Batman and Robin. That had been a closer call, as The Penguin had me captured, and I was running out of options. I had fallen into a trap and was suspended by my wrists as The Penguin kept letting his henchmen take shot after shot at me as I lay against a human-sized dart board. By throwing syringes filled with some drug that was supposed to make me a horny, cock-crazed slut, their goal was to defeat, violate and defame me. Fortunately, those idiots were horrible shots, and they were attacked by Batman and Robin before that happened. Robin had the misfortune to be releasing me when he took one of those darts in his ass, and he began ravishing me. It took Batman using his bat-cuffs on his protégé` to save me from being ***** by my rescuer!

Nobody knew where the Joker was, he hadn’t been seen in months, which was a concern. Catwoman was the same, only there were rumors she had run afoul of the Russian Mafia. That wouldn’t go well for her, though like any cat, she did seem to have nine lives. The Riddler was also on the loose. Nobody knew where he was. He was even more of a ghost than The Joker. That was odd. For all his quirks, being invisible wasn’t one of them. I was used to seeing his odd little riddles in graffiti, in some hints he would lay scattered around on paper, or even in skywriting. Not often, but every once in a while, to remind us he was still around. But since his last imprisonment? Nada. Zilch. Nuttin’. But I knew he was on the streets, somewhere. I read it in the newspaper. Probably plotting his next grand scheme of failure.

I heard a woman screaming and snapped my head to see what was going on. It took me less than two seconds. Two black guys were mugging a white woman. She appeared to be out of place, in that she looked far too upper-class for this part of town. Not wealthy-elite, but certainly upper-middle-class. He was taller than I am, about 5 foot-6 plus her heels, slender, and about my age of 24. I sprang into action. After a strong leap, and with a well-timed swing from a light standard, I landed on both of my heeled boots, my legs splayed wider for balance, crouched low, with my cape fluttering down to hide me as my fierce determination glared at the two men. One of them had his back to me as he was trying to molest the woman, while the other was trying to steal her purse. The molester had his hand up her dress and it looked like he was trying to either pull her panties off or already had and was using his fingers inside her. His free hand was on her neck, while his partner’s hands were on her arms, trying to remove her purse. I didn’t know which pissed me off more. The purse-snatching or being sexually assaulted. Never having seriously dated myself, I had no idea what could go through men’s minds. But obviously, it wasn’t brilliance. Neanderthals, both of them. I slowly rose from behind the first man, and as I lifted my arms high, to do a judo strike on his shoulders, the would-be purse-snatching thug noticed me and for a split-second, he froze. It was all the time I needed, and as his friend noticed something was wrong, both of my hands chopped his shoulders, and down he went in a crumpled heap. The remaining man had a look of fear growing in his eyes. Mainly because I was pissed, and unlike the police, I didn’t have to maintain any sort of decorum. I could glare, stare, fuss, and even cuss if I needed to. Like now.

I was used to multiple men trying to take me down, but I was trained and conditioned to outsmart, outlast, and outmaneuver them. I had only been taken down twice. Both times the Dynamic Duo was there to have my back. But that was fair, since I had saved Robin’s ass three times, and Batman from Catwoman’s evil Kitten Kiss. Men were men, and Catwoman was not above using her feminine wiles on Batman, and well, men were still men, and they think more with their penis sometimes. But I digress. However, two men on one defenseless woman? Oh, Hell no!

I made a reach for the other man, and he recoiled, shoving his terrified prey to me, as he ran around, grabbed his partner, and left, screaming fast down the nearest dark alley.

“Citizen, are you okay?”

“Wh-why yes… yes I am. Thank you… Oh, thank you, Batgirl! You saved my life!”

“Well, let’s not make a habit of it, then. Best you be a good citizen and catch the nearest taxi and head home. There is no business important enough to be here at this hour. Now, I must see to those two crooks!”

Knowing she would be a good citizen and take my advice, I took flight, my four-inch stilettoed boots comfortable enough to run full-speed in the chase, my cape floating out behind me as I went head-long into the dark alley, each step carrying me further and further into the darkness, and away from civilization, and towards the denizens of the underworld of crime. Eventually, I stopped and put my hands on my hips, my cape draped over my elbows from my shoulders, making me look twice or even three times my size. My boots made me stand an easy five foot-eight, as well. Not giant, but taller than most women. To crooks, I looked scary, and even more importantly, I was scary. As long as they didn’t get to see my profile.

A side-view could not hide my taut bubble-shaped ass or my high-profile natural DD-cup breasts. I learned early in my crime-fighting career not to wear underwear, because the lines and clasps would show through my costume and reduce me to a mere woman in a costume in their eyes. But without showing the accouterments of a woman’s undergarments? I looked more powerful. The length of my cape could help hide my butt, but nothing was hiding my chest. In civilian clothes, I had received more than my fair share of offers to date, but my father, the Police Commissioner, guided me well, to steer me from the one-and-done guys, and what traits to look for in real men, the men worthy of dating into a serious relationship. That millionaire, Bruce Wayne was one. He seemed to be a man’s man, a perfect gentleman in every regard. Though rumors abounded amongst us girls that he was either hung like a horse or hung like a mouse. Not that anyone knew, because he never dated anyone in my circle. I just wasn’t wealthy enough, I guess. His Young ward, Dick Grayson also had potential and was cute, though Dick was just coming of age. If I was going to have a relationship with Dick, I’d have to wait until he was at least old enough to date!

Giving my eyes a moment to adjust, I simply listened, hearing only the far-off sounds of traffic, and a couple rutting. Probably some misguided girl down on her luck and having to sell herself to make ends meet. A dog barking nearby caught my attention, and I slowly began to tiptoe towards it. The alley was nearly pitch black, only the light of a waning crescent moon providing scant illumination. I crept cautiously along one wall, until I nearly tripped over two homeless men, and I gasped!

Looking them over, they were not the hoodlums I was after, so I used silent hand motions to gesture to ask where they went. Both men gave me a look over, which I was used to, and then one offered me a finger point further down the alley. With a smile, I gave them a wiggly-fingered wave and kept on. My heeled boot would occasionally crackle on the rough, cracked pavement as I stalked along the side of the building, but as I made slow progress I was rewarded. The alley made a sharp left, and at the corner, I could hear voices. They were of two men talking, or more accurately, complaining. I paused to check my bat-utility belt to ensure I had two sets of bat-cuffs, and my bat-phone, which was a direct line to the police. I could detain them, but I couldn’t arrest them. I needed Gotham’s finest for that.

A slow peek around the corner confirmed my suspicions. The alley came to a dead-end, and my two would-be master criminals were stuck at the end, waiting. There was also a third man I hadn’t seen before sitting there with them. The first two men were mostly average, it seemed, but the third was very overweight, probably even obese. I doubted he exercised much, if at all. They were sitting on two wooden crates, just chatting about what a near-thing it had been when I had shown up at their crime. The one thug bragging about how he had made the woman ready for his horse-sized cock. It figured. When it comes to their manhood, all men had to brag. For me? I was sure to find out when Mr. Right came along.

The alley was just a dump, it seemed, though I did see what looked like two or three homeless shelters, plus a locked door on each side. Littered with refuse and discarded furniture, it reminded me of a junkyard, or a yard sale gone bad. The end even had a locked garage-sized door. There was one dim bulb over one of the doors, providing just a hint more light than the moon was giving. All in all, it was a good hiding place, I suppose, if you were just trying to pass the time until it was clear.

I slowly stepped into full view, my hands on my hips and my cape again draped to make me look larger and to give me that bat-like silhouette criminals feared when spoke in my normal, haughty voice.

“Good evening, gentlemen. Resting after your last party?”

The two men jumped as if they had touched live electrical wires, while the third just sat there. He must have been the ringleader. As he turned, I could see he was black, too. Okay, so three men on one Batgirl. Not so bad. I’ve been in bigger fights, with longer odds. I not only could do this, but I also knew I would. There was one weird thing, however, for being near midnight, all three of them were wearing sunglasses. That didn’t make any sense to me, but it also didn’t seem to be a threat either, so I ignored that piece of information. Maybe they were high on drugs and couldn’t tell the difference?

The molester snarled. “Ahh, if it isn’t Bat-bitch. Youse lucky you caught me from behind, otherwise, I’d be sticking my cock up your tight pussy.” He menaced as he took a step towards me.

“Yeah… I wouldn’t have minded sticking my dick in you too, Bat-slut!” Purse-snatcher man sneered as he took a step from the other side of the alley.

“Gentlemen, I think it is best you just give yourselves up now. I’ll even put in a good word for you with the police if you do. You don’t want to be career criminals, do you? It is a hard life that always ends up to no good.”

“Take off that costume, girl, and let us just fuck you and we’ll let you go, Bat-bitch.” The third one chimed in.

He still hadn’t stood.

I could not help but roll my eyes.

“Come now, you don’t mean that. I mean, even if you did manage to win, you don’t want to know what my friends would do. Batman and Robin are heroes of all victims, and you don’t want to face them in a bad mood. I know I don’t.”

By now they were getting close enough to become a threat and so I shifted my stance to be ready for combat. Hands up, feet shoulder-width apart, and one leg behind the other. I had a myriad of options for when they attacked. I doubted they would just give up, now. I did notice that the late-night breeze was picking up a little, as my cape flitted about. I filed that away as useless information and re-focused on the three men. Well, two of them, as the third was still just sitting there. As they closed, solely, I kept my gaze shifting from one to the other, while checking occasionally on the third, to make sure he hadn’t decided to help.

It was then one of them made a move, thrusting his fist at my face, which I deftly parried with my arm, and looked to counterstrike him with a karate-chop to the neck. I was in the middle of spinning when the second made his move. My attention diverted, my chop didn’t land where I wanted it to, and while I hit his head, it wasn’t the knock-out blow I hoped for. The second one then reached for my arm, and he tried to yank me off my feet. I went with his yank, and instead, rolled into him, landing on one knee and one heel, my first swinging upwards to connect into his crotch. It wasn’t ladylike, but I knew if they won, all sorts of horrible things might happen to me, and there were three of them. Fairness went out the window with the first punch. It wasn’t a perfect connection, but I had to have hit him somewhere vitally important as he yelped loudly and released my arm. My last view was his falling to his knees, hands covering his crotch. Spinning to check my surroundings as I rose to my feet, my cape flying out behind me in a wide fan, I squared off against the molester and it was he and I, now. He closed in on me and threw a fake punch, before starting the lamest karate kick I had ever seen. I almost laughed as I simply hopped over it and landed squarely on my heels, my hands and feet at the ready.

“Just give up, already. I don’t want to hurt you.” I told the man. Up close, I realized he had at least six inches over me, but his longer arms made him slow. I could deal with a slow man.

“Nah, Bat-bitch, I’m gonna’ make you my slut tonight!”

That was when he feinted a punch and instead grabbed at me with both arms, to lift me in a bear hug! It was an attack I had not foreseen, and he soon had both his arms wrapped tightly around my chest, easily hefting me off the ground, with my arms pinned at my sides against him. He squeezed me so tightly that I was losing the ability to breathe, and my struggles began to grow weaker as the seconds went on. He held me like that for what seemed like an eternity but was closer to maybe thirty seconds when I tried kicking him, and that was my saving grace. The point of my boot connected with something that caused him to drop me, and I landed on a heap, my cape splayed under me as I gasped for air. It took me several long seconds to recover, and as I lay there, I looked to the end of the alley. The fat man was still sitting there, shaking his head. All I could see was his dim silhouette, but he was still seated. The molester was rubbing his thigh.

As I lay there, recouping my strength, I felt my one arm grasped in a wristlock, and as I scrambled to get to my feet, both from the pain of the lock and my desire to counter it, I was pulled away, so instead of having a stable way to plant my feet, I had no base to begin my counter-move. I also couldn’t see who my attacker was, because turning my head that way was too painful. I gathered it was the purse-snatcher. As we spun around, I eventually found my other arm grabbed in another wristlock, and I was suddenly trapped! My boots splayed awkwardly on the ground, I had no real solid base to move, and for the moment, I could only move as they maneuvered me. They spun me to face the fat man, who had still just sat there, grinning and shaking his head. I prepared to try a high kick over my opposite shoulder at the head of the purse-snatcher guy, but they started to lift me using my elbows to keep me off balance. Between the pain from my wrist-locks and my elbows, I was suddenly helpless!

“Lemme go, you foul criminals! It will not go easy for you unless you do!” My sharp voice was menacing as I spoke through gritted teeth.

“Fat chance, Bat-whore.” Fat-man had sneered back. “We own you, now. Besides, you gonna make us rich!”

“How?”

“Simple. There’s a price on your head, Batgirl, and we’re gonna auction you off to the highest bidder! Shit, The Joker, The Riddler, and King Tut have all put the word out. You are worth a million dollars to us!” He started laughing louder.

I started to retort but felt a presence behind me as I hung from both men’s grips. Before I could say a thing, or even react, a thick rag was pressed over my face from behind, and I could not help but inhale a large lungful of sickly-sweet odor. I started to feel dizzy, and I gave one last-gasp effort to get free, but it was too late. So much weaker now, my next breath made me inhale even more of whatever that chemical was, and the lights were growing dim. My last thought was wondering who it was that was behind me. Then all went dark.

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I started to come around by hearing this weird click… clack… click… clack, over and over, my body jostling about. As I became more awake, I took stock. I started to realize I was cold, and I was hanging upside down. I was also at this weird angle, not quite vertical, but not on my back, either. My arms were hanging down, and my wrists were bound together, and it felt like they were anchored to something. My cape had fallen to hang from my neck, which made sense although it was floating around just a little, and I had this weird taste in my mouth. Not unpleasant, but more of a salty-sweet thicker texture that was on my tongue and in my teeth and gums. I finally realized that with each click, my ankles were forced wide apart, and with each clack, they were welded together. It was weird. It was also brightly lit, it seemed. All the while, the room echoed with the click… clack. Click… clack. Click… clack.

I tried to flex my muscles, to see if I could move, which resulted in my soft voice uttering a groan in discomfort.

“HooHooo! Hahahaha!” along with a gleeful clapping of gloved hands greeted my ears in response.

“Oh, how delightful…” the cackling, brooding voice continued. “I did not first believe my ears when I heard that the lovely Batgirl was captured! Ho ho, hahahaha! But I see it is true, and even now, I can see my victory becoming complete!”

“Joker! How… how did you do this? Where am I? What have you done to me?”

“Oooohoooo, Batgirl, patience my lovely, all your questions will be answered in due time.”

He casually stalked around me; my vision was only able to see him from the waist down. It was also then that I realized that the room was mostly dark, with only spotlights on me. I turned my head as best as I could manage, to see who else was about, but only noticed a few pairs of booted feet with black-clothed legs. Turning my head made me dizzy. I still hadn’t completely recovered from whatever had been used to drug me.

“Oh, yes, Batgirl, you are indeed lovely, a sight to behold by only the best of Gotham’s most upscale men. Men of Bruce Wayne’s caliber, certainly, or even myself! Hooohooooo, hahahahaha!” he ended by clapping his hands giddily at his joke.

“Joker, you are making a horrible mistake!” I menaced. I had to swipe my tongue around, anything to try and clear that heavy taste and thickness in my mouth to speak clearly. It didn’t help much.

“Oh, my dear Batgirl… I do not believe you understand your predicament! It is I who holds all the cards this time. Does this look familiar?”

Along with the incessant click… clack.. of my legs being forced apart came a loud clatter as my utility belt clattered to the floor in front of my face. The sight made me gasp!

“Oh, Batgirl, lovely, lovely Batgirl… So, you see I hold your life in my very hands…”

Then I felt it. His gloved-fingered touch. He began to run his fingers softly along my legs, from my calves to my thighs, and that made me gasp loudly. It was then I started to put the whole picture together. Flexing my toes and my fingers, I realized I had my bat boots and bat gloves on, as well as my Bat Cape and cowl. But that was all. I was completely naked, and as my pale flesh felt his white-gloved fingers slide down my calve to my thigh and now to my hip, I realized that as my ankles were forced apart, my most intimate region was fully on display. The Joker could see my red-haired landing strip and my vagina! As I thought it, he began to use his index finger to begin to play with my thin, short auburn public hair, as if trawling for something. Had I been… *****? By who? I could not help but feel these odd sensations, however. I mean, I knew what it was like to ease some of the tensions our bodies built up, so I was no stranger to it, but to have someone else do it? It was completely new, and it made me take in a soft breath.

“Oh, yes, Batgirl, such a fine specimen…” Joker continued to taunt me. “You will make a find bride soon. Or I might just keep you for myself! Hooohoooo, hahahahahaha!”

“Joker, don’t even think it! You do not understand the peril you are facing. When Batman and Robin find out, they will hunt you down like the diseased dog you are, and make you pay for… what… you… “

My words were cut short by the sensation of his fingertips sliding along my petals, and then circling my hot button. My Bat-button as I came to call it. I could not help but flex my back and arms, mewling softly as he teased my pearl into hardness. The sensations traveled faster than the Bat-phone!

“Hooohooohoooo! Batgirl is just like any other slut, it seems, how delightful! Hahahahaha!”

Yet his fingers still managed to slip in between my thighs and stroke my labia softly when they were exposed, ending back at my bat button, a process he repeated for what seemed like an hour, but was only maybe five minutes. But my heavy breasts hung from my chest, my nipples rock solid as they revealed the cool air and my aroused state. My full, firm melons jostled as my ankles clicked and clacked open and closed, my body flinching and flexing from the Joker’s perverted touch. My back arching and my arms taut, I could do nothing but endure this sexual onslaught. My red-painted lips gaped open as I took slow, deep breaths to cope with the Joker’s torment.

“Joker, what is that noise? Why are my legs flying open like this?”

“Hooohooooo! Hahahaha! At last, Batgirl, a reasonable question. Let me explain. I am sure you can see you are hanging upside down for our pleasure. It is fun to watch your pussy exposed and then hidden over and over and over again. When we cut your costume off and saw how shapely you are, and how delectable your pussy is, I just had to play with it, and play I have! You have large magnets strapped to your chains, and they are powerful electromagnets. When the power is on, it holds your legs together like a vise, and nobody can touch your innermost flesh. But when the power is off? The two magnets repel each other very strongly, forcing your legs open and exposing your body to me and the viewers.”

“Wait… what viewers?”

“Oh, my dear Batgirl, I am raking in a fortune in subscriptions to all sorts of people to watch you be humiliated and defiled. I was surprised at just who subscribed! Hahahaha! Did you know some of the vilest of scoundrels, and the most elite of world leaders are watching you right now? Rich men who want to bid on you, to own you and make you their bride, and some of your most powerful arch-enemies, too. They, too, want to own you, to break you and expose your secret identity, to ruin you once and for all! You are making me millions! Hoohooo! Hahahahaha!”

“But.. but why haven’t you unmasked me?” There was serious worry in my voice.

“Oh come now, I expected so much more from you, Batgirl. To unmask you it would make you just a woman. A pretty one, to be sure, but just a common girl, not worth much, and not worthy of the high-stakes game we are playing. No, Batgirl, to unmask you would be to allow the millions of dollars I am raking in to slip through my fingers! But to desecrate, humiliate, and violate Batgirl? I am making a fortune! Hoo Hoooo, hahahahaha!”

I groaned as he spoke, now fully aware of what he planned for my fate. This was much worse than before. Instead of his crazy traps designed to trap me, and even kill me, he wanted to do worse. He wanted to ruin me, and my life!

“Joker… may I please have some water? I’d love to get rid of this awful taste in my mouth.”

“What, the lovely and alluring Batgirl doesn’t like the taste? So many men will be disappointed! Hoo Hoo, hahahaha! “

I shook my head, “It’s this awful mix of good and bad, plus I am thirsty. Please? Joker? Since I am helpless, what does a glass of water hurt?”

He leaned down and looked at me, face to face, “I see you are not familiar. Familiar with the ways a woman pleases a man. Or a Batslut pleases all men! Hoo Hoo, hahahaha! Let’s start your training!”

With that, he dropped forward to his knees, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. For a long moment, I was stunned by what I saw. It was small. Maybe three inches or so long, and narrow. It had a disfigured end to him, and was white as snow, just like the rest of him! He scooted forward and made it impossible for my mouth to avoid the disfigured end as he rubbed it along my lips, which I was trying to hold closed. It did not take long, but I felt his hardness grow, and soon after, my ruby-red lips were being coated with his pre-emission, a sensation that was just awful. The very feeling of his member on my skin was revolting enough that I let out an involuntary ugh, which allowed him to press forward.

The first sensation was my lips being opened more, and my jaw forced apart. His shaft felt slimy, in a way, as there was a large amount of that leaking fluid coating my mouth and tongue. I was about to spit it out, as best I could manage, but I felt my nose be pinched closed, and my body’s first reaction was to try and open, but his dick was making me choke, so I was reduced to swallowing. This thought process took less than a second, but I suddenly realized my body was ingesting him. Even worse, there was nothing I could do about it.

It was then he began to use my mouth for his gratification, and he grasped the sides of my head and began to yank me on and off his manhood, if one could call it that, in a frenzy. My voice was unable to do more than whimper and whine as my mouth was occupied, and the tension in my limbs wasn’t giving me must room at all to move. It was only maybe two minutes, and he suddenly began to swell on my lips, and I was then treated to a blast of his semen, the previous salty-sweet taste far more preferable to the bitter, harsh taste I now had coating my tastebuds. He made sure to push his dick as far into my mouth as possible, and I could first smell, and then feel, the evil man’s scrotum as it came to rest on my upturned nostrils, trapping me as I was forced to swallow every drop his body shared into mine. It was also a slimy taste I had no way of getting rid of. I should have kept my mouth shut.

He pulled away from me and nearly collapsed as a few of the others in the room issued some insults towards me, about how much I must love sucking cock, and if they had known, they would have lined up to get caught committing crimes. I had a new, disgusting taste in my mouth, but with a similar texture, and it was then I realized that while I was unconscious, other men had used my mouth to sate themselves. Just how many, or who, I had no idea. But to even get me bound like this, the drug must’ve been very strong. I still had no idea how long I had been out of it, what time it was, or even where I was. Yet there was still my predicament of being bound upside down, and my wrists handcuffed by my own Bat-cuffs, which was a late realization. Even worse, there were only 3 keys. One I kept on me, one I had hidden away in my apartment, and one I had given to Batman for safekeeping. You know, just in case. Like now. If Batman figures out I am missing, if he knows I am in trouble, if he knows who has kidnapped me, if he knows I am trapped with my own Bat-cuffs, if he knows to bring the key. The list of ifs was growing longer, it seemed. All the while, my ears were still haunted by the ominous click… clack… click… clack… as my legs were splayed widely and then closed, repeatedly exposing my vagina to the world.

“Hoohooo, Boys, she sure can suck a good cock, now doesn’t she! Now I know what you mean, hahahahaha! She drained me in mere minutes, the best cocksucker I have ever had. How it took some of you so much longer I don’t know, and Horse, well, you lasted longest. But then, you did have to get all 10 inches down her throat! Hahahahahaha! The jokes on her when you shove that massive missile in her…”

He must’ve switched to look at a camera because his next words meant nothing otherwise.

“That’s right, viewers, if you want to watch Batgirl take those 10 inches in her ass, or to make new bids on enslaving her, now is a good time. We are over three-million dollars, so far, just to watch her take a ten-inch black cock up her ass! We will even be auctioning her vagina, for the right price! Place your wagers, while the phone lines are still open! Hahahahahaha!”

I was doing my best to swallow back the bad taste in my mouth while Joker was shooting his mouth off as he finished shooting his cock-load past my lips. The irony was lost on me, in my desire to swallow as much of the vile Villain’s cum as I could, so I could get the taste out of my mouth, while at the same time showing him, and the world, I was a cum-hungry slut. I wasn’t, but the visual of my efforts had to be convincing otherwise.

I hung there, helplessly as the Joker zipped up, and he made the point to caress my crotch again, extolling my virtues as a woman, and how the buyer would enjoy having the first taste of my delights. He also chose to brag on my cock-sucking abilities, and how so far, I had been sucking six cocks, and that I did not discriminate between any of them. Black or pure white, villain or homeless, I did not care whose cock I sucked! I started to put it all together. The taste in my mouth when I came to, the soreness, and the weird angle I hung from. Why my throat was sore? All of it. The three criminals I had tried to detain. The two homeless guys who told me where to go. Now the Joker’s cock in my mouth? Was I that naïve?

Joker had begun to walk about me, feeling me up again, while I continued to struggle. It was pointless, I knew, but there was no way I was just going to give in and submit to this horrid fate. Then I heard the Joker speak.

“Hello?”

Then some inaudible sounds. It seemed like he was talking on a telephone.

“Ahh, a delightful idea. I like it! Now, how much?”

A pause.

“No, you will have to do much better than that. Try again.” Another short pause. “You’re almost there!”

I was dreading whatever it was... or whomever it was. Did someone finally pony up the money for me? Was I about to be sold? Was I about to become a Bat-slave?

“We have a deal! Hoo hoo! Hahahahaha!” I heard the Joker gleefully exclaim as he clapped his hands together. He gave some orders I couldn’t hear and as footsteps scurried to carry them out, Joker’s face was poking in and out between my thighs, I could hear him inhaling my natural scent as my legs were pulled open and closed again, repeatedly. I was coming to loathe that click-clack sound.

“Viewers, I had a wonderful offer! The Supreme Dictator for Life of the darkest African nation of Nubia has offered two million American dollars, to have Batgirl experience something new. A new method to remind Batgirl what she truly is… a Bat-slut! Hoo hooo! Hahahahahahaha!”

It did not take long before footsteps returned, and I felt something being secured about my neck. With my cape hanging from my neck, it fit nicely around the cowl’s base and was tight, but not choking. I heard a faint couple of snicking sounds. Then I felt my legs splay open, widely and stay here, as something cold drizzled on my crotch. With my body’s hanging angle, it had to be smoothed down the crack of my butt, yet I could not even clench my cheeks to keep it out. Then something else cold and smooth began to rub around my crotch and then along my labia, sending soft pleasures that made me mewl. It was involuntary, and I couldn’t help it. The Joker was breaking me down.

The smooth object then trailed down between my spread thighs, and then to my spread butt and began to push at my read-end, to penetrate me. I tried to clench down, but could only manage so much, and as the Joker bent to whisper in my ear, I relented.

“Let it happen, Batgirl, it will hurt you far less…”

With that, I relaxed, and the object pushed into my butt, until I felt the base at my crack, and then trail along to the small of my back. I was gasping for air for a long moment, as I recovered from these sensations, while there was some other fiddling behind me. It was then I felt the tension begin between my crotch and my neck! The tension grew and grew, forcing me to bend backward slowly until it looked like I was jutting my chest and my ass out. Like a slovenly, misguided woman would do to attract a man. My voice emitted a loud grunt as I was pulled backward tighter. The tension now between my shoulders and my hips was nearly unbearable, and the magnets began to cycle my ankles together and apart. There was discomfort in my rear end, but not pain, so much as the tension was holding me taut.

“Hahahaha! Gentlemen, Batgirl here is now wearing the steel collar and anal hook so generously offered, and her punishment for her misdeeds against all of Gotham’s criminal gangs is now being taken. Watch as she has to endure the pain in her backside, which is now tied to her neck with the steel hook and collar, the steel cable securely holding them. And with just a twist of this device, we can increase or decrease the tension holding her. See how she now displays proudly those magnificent tits, her nipples harder than the diamonds the Penguin stole on his last heist! Hoo hooo! Hahahaha!”

My soft voice groaned if the tension was increased, and I uttered a grateful sigh of relief when it was relaxed. It wasn’t painful in itself but trussed as I was, it just put additional strain where I didn’t need it. I was focusing on my rescue, how it might happen, or how I might save myself when the Joker interrupted my thoughts.

“Well, boys, I think we have extracted what we can from our television audience! Time to see what the locals can do! If you are still watching her on television, then hurry down to Gotham’s Southern District. You will be able to see Bat-slut on public display, and who knows? For the right money, you might even get to enjoy my new play toy! Hoo hooo! Hahahahaha!”

I sighed, as I was not only hating this contraption I was tied to, and the click-clack of my ankles being pulled apart and then locked together, but I was also so sick of hearing the Joker’s insane laughter. If I ever got out of this, I was going to put my fist through his teeth and yank out his damn vocal cords! That was the last thought I had as I suddenly felt the sickly sweet rag pressed to my face, and I was forced to inhale the vapors until the lights went out….

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I awoke to the painful sensation of my head forced back, and my arms now cuffed behind me, and after a simple test, I realized they were connected to the anal hook! I still had that discomfort of the anal hook inside me, which got worse if I tried to move my arms, and the cable securing it to the steel collar about my neck. A cool breeze, bordering on cold, wafted over my still mostly nude form. I was able to stand upright, once I came to my senses with a loud groan, standing unsteadily as I regained my balance. I tested my range of motion, only to find I had less than half of a step to move before I was stopped hard by a chain that was attached to my collar in front. It almost yanked me off my feet, the first time, and only a quick step saved me from falling to the length of, well, my leash. The bitter end was wrapped around the bottom of a fire escape ladder. There was a smattering of applause as I managed to recover, now standing upright and my shoulders back, jutting my bosom out proudly because of the cable along my back, my hips rotated as if to receive a man from behind. My only bastion of modesty, my cape, floated out gently behind me. The flashes of cameras made it obvious that I was being photographed. Gotham’s worst was having a field day humiliating me!

“Now, Gotham’s finest scum and vile villains... now that Bat-slut is awake, how shall we begin? Nothing is off-limits, except injury. She is about to discover that during her nap, she was bought and sold twice, now to be the property of a richly appointed Arab prince! She should be lucky, her first buyer was the same man who paid to bind her neck to her ass, and he told me he had delicious plans for her fate! ***** by a whole village of lewd, lusty men with inordinately large cocks, she was to then be hunted by an enemy village, hunters with bows and poison-tipped arrows shooting at her until she fell, and then eaten by the very cannibals who defeated her! Hahahahahaha!”

I had to close my eyes softly and groan. That would have sucked. I was prepared to die to save my city. So were Batman and Robin. But this way? No. But then, it wasn’t like I had a choice.

“But she was saved from such a fate by the evil Drug Lords of the Latin continent. They intended to **** her, and then use her for experiments on new drugs they were developing. Drugs were designed to increase her feminine needs, and if she survived that, they were going to turn her into a prostitute! Imagine that! Bat-whore is available for every criminal gang in Gotham, to give them pleasure where there had only once been pain! Hoo hooo! Hahahahaha!”

I blanched. Ok, that would have been even worse.

“Her newest owner will take her to his kingdom, and turn her into his concubine, a royal whore to have when it pleased him, and to give her sexual favors to any men whom her owner desired! Her new name is to be slut... or more correctly, Bat-slut! Hahahahahahaha!”

I shook my head as best I could, too much made my hook move, and I didn’t want that. At least I wasn’t going to be eaten by crocodiles or boiled in acid or some other fiendish and painful demise. Though being shipped to Arabia had its problems. I was definitely in for a hard life, if I couldn’t escape.

And so, the bidding began. First for criminals to cop feels of my body. My legs, my butt, my boobs and even groping my vagina. I could do nothing but endure, and at five grand a pop, the Joker was raking in a fortune. Each criminal took their time, feeling my once-pristine flesh, squeezing my butt, or mauling my breasts. Clutching my inner thighs, and even licking my pussy. That crook was the one who discovered I was very aroused, to my utter shame and humiliation. I had to stand with my ankles parted, thanks to those stupid magnets, and he took his time licking me, from back to front, and then lapping at my petals until he nibbled at my clit, which had emerged from its protective cape again. I was struggling now, fighting the rising tide of raw sexual tension building within me. My legs trembled, and my nipples were fully hard and erect, with the Joker calling me a prime example of a female, worthy of much more to have. One filthy pervert ponied up fifty-thousand dollars to finger me. That got him to the head of the line.

As others were still in line, taking their turns to feel me up, he stood before me, a tired, bent over lecherous old man, whose fingers hadn’t been washed in who knew how long, and he smelled to high heaven. It dawned on me he must be one of those truly homeless vagabonds. Just how in the hell did he have so much money? I was about to ask, when I felt his finger start to slide along my slit, my moisture already leaking along my folds, ending as long, dripping tendrils of my love juices, marking a stain between my boots. When he swirled his gnarled finger to open my petals, I had to gasp, feeling new sensations I had never before experienced that made my voice mewl loudly.

Then he started to usher his finger inside me, and his hooked finger pad caressed my sexual sensitivities, making me climb up on my tiptoes. I was so aroused, I was near the breaking point, as hands began to not only feel me but also began to molest me all over, all at once. My nipples were shooting searing pleasure through me as my body being groped and manhandled was sending me different waves of masculinity through my feminine form. He then probed deeper, and before stopping, felt around inside me. I couldn’t see him, but he must’ve been puzzled as he gently felt around inside me. He then pulled his finger back to my hot button and began to torture me, playing my voice like a fine musical instrument as my arousal neared its peak before he stopped and made me come back down. I was nearly in tears, now, begging for him to stop or to finish me, but he was relentless until the Joker gave him a time warning of only a few moments left… That was when he didn’t stop. What broke me was the caressing of my inner folds and my entrance, with his thumb on my hot button, as his finger massaged my sweetness. It was coming and it was faster than I could have expected, but the end, when it hit, was devastating to me. I went rigid and I screamed at the top of my lungs from my tiptoes, my back arched even more than the cable restraining me. I shook violently, to the point where I lost my balance, and hung from my collar for a long minute or two, my eyes watering in defeat. I had orgasmed before, but not like this. My chest heaved and my body trembled as my skin grew goosebumps. The small puddle of leakage between my boots was splashed with a sudden deluge as I had a waterfall, and I had just emptied. I had nothing left. Or so I thought.

As I gasped, my lead tormentor rose and he wiped his hand on my thigh. He looked at the Joker with a wry grin.

“I know Batgirl’s secret… But it will cost you my fifty-thousand dollars.”

“It’s a deal! Oh, do pray to tell, criminal mastermind Virtuoso? Tell me how you made my young slave scream. We all await with bated breath! Hahahaha!”

He looked up at me, as I began to regain my footing and righted myself.

“Batgirl’s a virgin!”

At his words, the whole crowd, by now more than one hundred vile and contemptuous men I would see in jail were suddenly shouting.

“I’ll fuck her!”

“How much for the slut?”

“I’ll breed the bitch!”

More such cries and claims erupted from the amassed throng, all of them wanting to be the very first to violate me and steal my maidenhood from me.

“Silence!” the Joker bellowed. “The first man to have her shall pay a princely price! As each man takes his turn, the price shall drop. Every man who wants to shall have a turn at the newly named Bat-slut!”

There was a rousing cheer at this news from everyone. Except me. I had hoped at some point to be able to hang up my cape and cowl, retire from crime-fighting get married, and have a normal life. A husband, children, and a nice house with a white picket fence. I had wanted to remain a virgin for the man I married. But now, was I doomed? Would men now reject me for being impure? Would I even be able to escape and live a normal life?

“The first of you scoundrels shall pay the price of $500,000! In cash, before you make your deposit! Hoo hoo, hahahahaha!” and the Joker clapped his hands together, rubbing them gleefully.

The crowd suddenly started grumbling and complaining, as the price was too high. Not that they considered me unworthy, but it was just money they did not have. Some were starting to yell, and even get angry, which was starting to piss me off. Wasn’t my humiliation and debasement enough for these assholes? Something they had even gotten to watch for free?

“I shall buy her!” a booming voice yelled, and we all looked. As it was dark outside, I could not see who owned the voice, but the crowd was soon parting, roughly shoved aside by what appeared to be a gang of hoodlums. Now easily able to stride proudly between the wedge his men had created, a black man about 7 feet tall could be discerned. He was big, well-built, and wore a crown, of all things, wearing a very well-tailored and expensive suit, complete with a walking stick. I had never seen this guy before who was saying something. I thought I knew who every back alley hood, thug, and crook in the city was, let alone the major players, but I had never seen this guy before.

“And who are you, my fine, dark-skinned fellow?” the Joker asked loudly, to be heard.

“They call me ‘The Bounty Hunter’, and I claim the bounty of this caped-crusading beauty you so obviously fear.”

“Oh, but you misunderstand, my evil friend! There is no court wanting her, she does no wrong to the innocent citizens of Gotham City, only to us villains and criminals is she a menace, and worthy of being incarcerated. And just now, I have her in my custody, in a jail of my own making! She has no means to escape! Hoo hooo! Hahahahaha!”

“Nonetheless, I still claim her bounty and shall settle your debt. I shall pay you five million dollars for her, as she is, right now. Cash. In-person. Right here!”

My back bent as it was, with my ass being presented, along with my boobs being thrust out by the combination of my Bat-cuffs behind me and my anal hook tethered to my slave collar, I would only look around fearfully, my lips silently moving to say ‘No, no, no, no…’ I was still able to stand somewhat stable on my heeled boots, with my cape flapping softly, hiding, and then displaying my otherwise nude body in some sick peepshow. I had a bad feeling about this, and for a change, I half-hoped the Joker’s original plan would be followed through.

I noticed a new arrival come forward, a black man like the rest of the Bounty Hunter’s entourage, only that man was accompanied by four others, and they had machine guns. The new arrival presented a briefcase and opened it. Inside were stacks of money, all properly bundled and labeled. I had little doubt it added up to $5,000,000. This new villain was bad news.

The Joker was silent for a long time, for him. I could see his mind working as his lips moved and his finger pointed here and there, trying to figure a way to get more, somehow, to exact even more from me and my capture. I was gaining some hope that the money would not work out to the Joker’s satisfaction, and that he would turn down the deal. I did not want to belong to some big black thug and his crew. But then, I didn’t want to belong to the Joker, either. Where the hell was Batman?

“It’s a deal!” the Joker gleefully accepted as my heart sank. “On one condition! If you defile her, it shall be in my lair, for my cameras to see. I wish to be paid for the extra... shall we say... entertainment?”

“Agreed! But we must hurry, for it has been too long since I have last taken a bitch, and this white one looks prime for breeding! I need to mount her before she is to be shipped to the bounty-holder!”

‘Breeding?’ Oh, my Lord, I had never thought of that! Sure, I knew in the deep recesses back in my head that I might be captured and *****, but I figured it would be by some sneaky thug who didn’t know what he was getting and move on. I never planned to be exhibited and punished like this by any villain, let alone the Joker, and even worse, now, to be ***** and maybe impregnated? What was with this bounty he mentioned?

I was dreading everything at that moment, and I resisted as best as I could, which was minimally, trussed up as I was. I am sure the throng of human scum and villainy enjoyed watching me be paraded with my chest thrust out and my ass rocked back, as I stepped with the tug on the leash on my collar, my only shield, my cape, floating behind me. My breasts jostled in tandem, to the delight of the men as I was forced to step behind the Bounty Hunter, his longer legs making mine have to step even faster to keep up, my cape floating even farther out behind me. A couple of times, he gave me a jerk forward to remind me to not delay him, only my quick-stepping saving me from landing face-first on the cracked and dirty asphalt. It was during this jaunt that I realized where I was. I was in the very same alley I had been captured in! With the drug-induced haze and semi-consciousness, I estimated I had to be miles away, perhaps even in Gotham’s Lower East side, the worst of the mean streets of Gotham. A place I was afraid to tread, without Batman’s company. It was where the Penguin was known to have a hideout, as it was close to the river.

I was dragged in through the very same garage door that I had seen before, and then my leash was fastened to the hook overhead that held me still. I could not see behind me, but my ears told me everything. The ruffle of clothing and the resounding sound of a zipper being lowered told me what was about to happen, and I closed my eyes with dread. I felt hands on my hips, and the gentle bumping against my backside as the Bounty Hunter started his assault on my vagina.

The room went dark, save for the same spotlights on me as before. I wildly looked about, in growing desperation. Where was Batman? Would I be rescued? Not so far, as I felt the thick slab of a man sausage begin to rise between my cheeks, his hips sliding it up and down as he grew. From my limited experience with men, I assumed all men were like the Joker. Boy, was I wrong! I felt him pull back and then spank my butt with his manhood, and my body began to warm inside, for some bizarre reason. Here I was, trapped, helpless, humiliated, and about to be *****, and my body was seeming to prepare for him as if it was some sort of treat! I stole a glance down, and my vision indeed confirmed it as more of my love lubrication began to drip in those long, slender tendrils from my modesty. As I looked, he then shifted again, and I first saw, and then felt, the mighty black warrior of my demise.

I didn’t know men came in that size! He was easily two inches across at least, and his uncircumcised cock-head was menacingly dripping his pre-emission. I got to catch a glimpse of his testicles, which were easily the size of extra-large eggs. Each of them, and they hung so low. I could only guess, but he had to be around 10 inches long, more or less. He began to slide his hot, throbbing black cock along my folds, making me moan with each stroke. My body began to rise on my tiptoes again, needing to find a way to gain some release from the pleasure I was being forced to take. My lips gaped softly open as my lungs drew in deeper and deeper breaths, each breath accompanied by a louder and louder moan. I was starting to tremble. That was when it happened. That was when I was deflowered, and subjected to the ultimate humiliation, losing my virginity by being ***** by a thug. Even worse, he was going to try and get me pregnant!

My body went rigid as I felt him begin to press his shaft against my petals, my gates rented asunder by his assault as he began to take me, to take my body for his pleasure and profit. My back arched, and my voice wailed loudly as I tried to struggle, but his hands on my hips held me tightly in his grasp. Once he had me open enough to where the head slipped into me, the rest was just time. He began to give me small, shallow thrusts, each one making me endure more strain in my virtuous valley, and yet also be forced to feel the pleasure of him. They were slow, they were inexorable, and they were resolute. It was when I felt him press against my hymen, a pain I was not expecting, that I screamed for him to stop, pleading and begging him, but it was to no avail. With one insistent thrust, he made me yelp, and I was deflowered, my maidenhood a memory, and my virtue vanquished. A glance down would see small drippings of my blood with my lubrication, proof of my passing into full womanhood.

It was a very primal moment, no words were said, nor did they need to be. His grunting and my loud moaning, crying out in loud expressions of his raw sexual prowess. It took him seemingly forever, at least a dozen thrusts, to make me take him fully, and when he reached the end, I felt the tickle of his public hair on my butt, and I felt a fullness that was quite serene. Despite the torment, despite the humiliation, and despite the emotional damage of being *****, I had a long moment of actual bliss. I had never known sex, and I had never known the actual physical build of a man, except in some photos I had been shown in school, during sex-ed. But this beast of a man had filled me beyond any concept, and I felt somehow complete. Then he began to cycle his hips and begin the cycle of love that was human mating.

I had no idea what I was in for, and I was nearly instantly reduced to a moaning and wailing woman, for the lengths of his strokes made me feel far more pleasure than I had ever known. It took him mere minutes to do what every other evil man and supervillain in Gotham tried to do. To make me forget about being a Superheroine, and instead enjoy the throes of ecstasy that I now knew sex could be! For the time being, Batgirl was vanquished, and more to the point, utterly defeated. I gave no more thought to being Batgirl, or to save others, or even my pledges to Batman and Robin to be a loyal stalwart of justice. In my demise, I just wanted one thing. That beautiful, virile, and powerful black cock.

My eyes fell to half-lidded as my voice was displaying my obvious pleasure with every stroke. I strained at the leash and the bindings holding me, not out of a desire to escape, but out of a need to somehow dissipate the rising tide of raw sexual tension his magnificent black cock was forcing into me. My first real orgasm came out of seemingly nowhere. I felt an unfamiliar tightness growing within me, and I could only endure it as my vagina was working hard on his shaft. Yet my body’s reactions to mate with him successfully only made my feelings more intense and I suddenly let out a scream as I shuddered violently, faltering, and suddenly held by his hands on my hips and the chain on my collar. His thrusts never stopped as he fucked me, as he would fuck a common slut. As he fucked Batgirl.

My orgasm only seemed to spur him on even harder, and I felt the renewed levels of sexual pleasure build within me, only now his cock was moving so much harder, and so much faster. I was being jolted off my feet, my boobs bouncing hard as my leash held me up, as I began to feel it again, the rising tide of raw sexual tension flooding my body, held back by some cruel internal structure. His pace began to grow frantic and then frenetic, and as his voice began to bellow, the dam holding back my sexual release burst, and again my voice screamed, matching my ******’s as he shared my orgasm. I shuddered on his hot, throbbing black cock as he began to spurt hot, heavy, thick ropes of his black seed against my cervix, the sticky semen coating my cervix while my pussy was massaging his cock to milk him of every precious drop. My cervix was sipping from the rising pool of his genetic material, so his black seed could fertilize my ripe and fertile valley. My body was working with his, in an instinct, to give him victory, and to create a new life in his conquest. My body was following nature’s design to make my egg take root as he would be successful in breeding Batgirl.

I hung there, spent totally as he continued to lay his ebony spear deep within me, his huge testicles draining themselves into my womb, while his hand reached around to between my thighs, and he began to tickle my pearl. I was unable to do anything more than endure him, as he continued to play with me and to re-engage my sexual motor, working my body again to reach that amazing pinnacle and have a third screaming climax. I was now utterly exhausted, and I no longer cared about what happened. I hung from my leash and now his cock, as he was finishing flooding my pussy with his semen, every drop of his precious essence being fed into my vaginal canal. I whimpered sexily, eyes dazed and my chest gasping heavily as a sheen of perspiration started to make my pale skin glow in the lights. It was then I felt my leash being released and then fastened to the floor, before I was pushed forward, bent at the waist, as my lover’s black baby-maker started to soften.

“Stay there, Bat-bitch, until I say so.”

I could only nod now, blinded as my cape slid along my body and now pooled over my head, exposing my body to the world watching on the closed-circuit TV The Joker had set up to debase and humiliate me. It took maybe ten minutes as the Joker did his sign-off and the feed was cut. I heard the villains discussing something, and then hands began to smooth over my skin, caressing me and copping feels before I heard a heavy thud. I looked aside as best I could, to find a large wooden crate, lying on its side. I looked closely at it as the men continued to feel me up, even starting to spank my ass, which made my voice yelp sharply. That went on for over an hour, during which at least one of those cruel and sick fiends managed to force-feed two more orgasms into me. My Bat-button was becoming my worst enemy! Well, that and the Joker, of course.

The crate was very heavy-duty certainly and I noticed tools being used to open it.

“It’s ready, Bounty Hunter!” one of them said.

“Excellent. Take my prize and put her in.” The comment was terse as if he was ordering a steak at a diner.

Hands were upon me again, only now, I was held steady by my leash and ankles. More hands joined them, and I was soon spun onto my back and carried over the crate. My blue eyes could only see a limited view, but I will never forget the smirking and smarmy gaze of the Joker as he used his hand to wave at me, as if waving to a toddler.

“Bye-bye, Bat-whore. You have earned me over ten million dollars this weekend. Let me know when you want to do this again! Hooo Hoooo! Hahahahahaha!”

The sick bastard thought it was hilarious.

A rubber mask was fitted to my face, with an air hose that went to a bottle between my spread legs. Still with my collar and anal hook, and my Bat-cuffs, I was feeling it happen, now, the reality of my demise. I had no idea who put out a bounty for me, but he was going to get his wish. I tried to shimmy and writhe, but it was no use. I was leashed to a hook inside the box, and that was padlocked securely. I had only my cape to keep me warm, and I suddenly heard a soft hiss and identified a sickly sweet smell again, only this time it was coming from inside my mask. It wasn’t as potent, however, as despite my being forced to breathe in all of the gas, it was slower to make me pass out. I saw the lid as it was placed on the edge, ready to be locked on top of me, and sealing my fate forever. I was giving up. My list of criminals to defeat, my hopes of a happy life as a wife and mother, and my fondest wish to even be held by my father in a warm hug again. It might take most of a week before the police commissioner realized I was truly missing. My body was relaxing as the fight left me, and I was barely aware of a sound. It was a sound I had heard before, but right now, I couldn’t place it. I was falling further and further under as the lid dropped into place. That was the last I would remember for some time.

‘Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop’ was that sound, though I would not realize it. It was a sound I enjoyed hearing, lifting my spirits and giving me hope. It was the sound of a Bat-a-rang as it sailed through the air on an un-erring flight to a particular target. It would connect with a loud crack as the target’s skull was smacked and cut deeply. It was the skull of the man holding the lid of the crate. The lid would block all view of me, not that I had any vision, under the effects of the sleeping gas. There would be a battle, with shouting and even some gunfire. The cacophony would last some minutes as I snoozed, while the Bounty Hunter’s black seed swam into my womb and found my egg. True to his words, it had been some time since he had last been with a woman, and his virile potency could not be denied. As the fight roared over me, I would not know it for a while, but my egg was successfully punctured, my DNA invaded by his, and my egg would indeed nestle into a nice, warm, receptive home. The Bounty Hunter had made me pregnant with his black child.

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I awoke, back in the Batcave, bright lights in my eyes as I stirred, the mask pulled from my face. I was still in the crate, locked and bound. My nude form was fully on display to my rescuers, Batman and Robin. But I had no sense of shame in my nudity, there was no point to it. Half of Gotham had probably seen me naked, and who knew how many others around the globe. These same eager voyeurs watching me molested, watching me *****, and watching me impregnated.

“Robin, I can see our young Batgirl is awake now, and safe. Perhaps it is best you avert your gaze while I cover her with a sheet? She has been through enough, without your gawking at her.”

“Gosh, you're right, Batman!” Robin’s voice was punctuated with a crack of his fist in his palm.

“There, there, Batgirl, you have had quite the ordeal. But you are safe, now. We shall get you right as rain as soon as possible, and get you where you belong, out on the streets, fighting crime!”

Batman’s voice was soothing, and the deeper resonance was almost reassuring.

“Batman… how long have I been like this?”

“My dear Batgirl, we had to wait for the next nightfall to transport you to the Batcave safely.”

“But my reputation?”

“Only a temporary setback, Batgirl. In a few weeks, you will be back out there, putting the fear in criminals’ eyes again!”

I could not help but grunt.

“Batman, you better make that nine months…”