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	Batgirl, Batman, Gotham City and all other characters, except for Pirate King,
were created by and are copyrighted by and are property of DC Comics. This
story has been written solely to occupy my free time, of which I seem to have a
lot. No compensation has been or will be received for this story. This story is
purely for entertainment purposes and cannot be redistributed for the purposes
of making money or profit.
	Any similarity between names characters and places in this story are purely
coincidental.
	Pirate King was created by, and is property of, Glavas K.

Batgirl: Terror Cove
by Glavas K.

Part Two

	Batgirl awoke slowly. Her head throbbed, but it seemed to be clearing. She
tried to rub her temples, but soon found that her hands were securely bound
behind her. She was seated in a wooden chair, and her ankles were bound to the
legs. She opened her eyes and saw that she was in some sort of natural cave
that had been turned into a room. The men who had subdued her were seated at a
table, playing a cliche game of cards, it appeared. To the left was another
table where Batgirl’s gear had been placed. She felt her mask still in place,
and she looked down to see that she still wore her purple Bat-bikini, although
it was somewhat disheveled. She gritted her teeth when she noticed the slight
soreness between her thighs.
	“Hey!” One of the men chirped. “Our new friend is awake? How do you feel,
honey?”
	One of the other men got up and began walking towards her. “AFT” was stenciled
on his sweatshirt, and he looked upset.
	“She won’t be feeling too good after I get through with her!” He declared.
Batgirl squirmed at his approach, trying to wiggle loose from the ropes, but
they were too tight. Suddenly, the man was behind her.
	He pulled something from his pocket, something that made a crinkle sound.
Suddenly, a plastic bag covered Batgirl’s head. She tried to take a breath of
air, but inhaled only plastic instead. The young crime fighter whipped her head
back and forth to try to dislodge the bag, but the man held it in place. She
screamed in panic as her world quickly became plastic heated by the gasps being
sucked in through  her mouth and nose. She could taste the plastic as she
thrashed in the chair, and she could feel one of the man’s hands slide down her
neck to grope roughly at her breasts. Her vision began to blur and take on a
yellowish hue, while white flashes spotted all she could see. Her chest heaved
in an attempt to retain what little breath she had.
	There was no air any more. Her body spasmed as her lungs leapt in search of
life-giving oxygen, but there was none. Her screams became gurgles that were
themselves muffled by the plastic. She could see the three men at the table
laughing as she began to die.
	In that instant, before she gave herself up to death, the plastic bag was
removed. Batgirl gasped violently, trying to recapture every lost breath. She
slumped forward in the chair. She watched her sweat and tears drip from her
face and splatter on the crotch of her bikini bottom. The young woman felt her
consciousness slipping away. She was going to pass out, but before she did, she
heard another man’s voice through the buzzing in her ears.
	“No, Aft,” he said. “I don’t want to get rid of our heroic little guest just
yet. It’s not often that people in our profession are granted the opportunity
of having...our own...sweet little...”
	Batgirl was blacking out and the last word was just a whisper, but it seemed
to contain all the maliciousness of a scream.
	“...plaything.”

		*				*				*

	“How was your little rest, my sweet?”
	Batgirl opened her eyes. She was in what had to be called a dungeon. The stone
room was small and poorly lit. The young crime fighter lay on the damp floor in
a heap. The voice came from behind her, where she guessed the door to the
chamber was situated.
	A quick inventory told the Girl Wonder that her hands were bound behind her
with rope, but her feet were free. She still wore her Bat Bikini and she was
still masked, but now her equipment was nowhere in sight. She lifted her head
to view her captor.
	He sat in a chair between her and the door. He was a man of about 35 years of
age. He was muscular, and liked to flaunt it, because the front of his coat was
open to reveal his chest. His clothes were the costume of a pirate: black,
rolled leather boots, black pants, and a maroon doublet with gold trim, opened
at the chest, as previously noted. Those clothes, combined with his long blonde
hair, gave him a striking resemblance to Fabio. Batgirl hoped, for her own
sake, that this man was as smart as Fabio.
	“Nice outfit,” she quipped. “Anybody ever tell you that you look like -”
	“Every day,” he cut her off. “This, of course, coming from a girl who dresses
in bat-flavored tights. Although I am impressed with your originality and your
bitting wit, we’ll have to make you a bit more pleasant to the ear. Don’t
worry, however, because we’ll have plenty of time to work on your social skills
after you are settled in here.”
	Batgirl didn’t like his tone. He was almost too confident, but there was
something about him that told her that he was constantly aware of everything
around him. She tested her bonds; with a little bit of time, she was sure that
she could wiggle free.
	“Don’t get too attached to me because I won’t be staying long.” She announced,
trying to fix a smug look on her face.
	The mysterious pirate raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” He drawled in a slight
British accent. “And where do you think that you are going?”
	“Any minute now, Batman and Robin will be popping out of your pool and putting
your behind bars!”
	“Oh, I don’t think so.”
	“Why do you say that?”
	“Well,” the pirate began, “A man such as myself can’t afford to operate in a
city such as Gotham without knowing a thing or two about the Caped Crusader.
	“I know, first off, that if he was coming for me today or in the near future,
that he wouldn’t allow one of his little Bat-Friends to come in first as a
sacrificial lamb. He is quite smart, you know, and giving the enemy a hostage
isn’t the smartest opening tactic.
	“Secondly, if he was to allow you to perpetrate this foolishness, then that
would be an even larger tangent to his tactics. Batman is more of a stealth
fighter. Letting little bats or birds defiantly announce his coming goes
against how he does things.”
	Batgirl began to say something, but the mysterious pirate held his hand up to
silence her.
	“Before you continue, my sweet, let me just say that the ‘well I went against
his will and now he’s rushing to my rescue’ ploy just doesn’t float. Shall I
tell you why?”
	Batgirl grunted her begrudging approval.
	“It seems that the safety of Batman’s little friends means more to him than
his own safety. If he found out that you were here, he would be here faster
than the Navy could. My dear, you have been here a little over hours, and the
Dynamic Duo have failed to make an appearance.
	“That, coupled with the knowledge that Batman is in Boston plucking the
Penguin’s feathers, leads me to believe that we will have quite some time to
become intimate together.”
	As the pirate laughed, Batgirl swallowed. Her captor seemed to have all the
bases covered. She was trapped and on her own. And he knew it.

		*				*				*

	“Let me start things off with introductions. I like to call myself The Pirate
King. I never said that I was modest.
	“You are, as we already know, the delicious and helpless morsel called
Batgirl.
	“And I believe that you have already met my henchmen: Fore, Aft, Port, and
Starboard. Gentlemen.”
	At the Pirate King’s call, the four burly henchmen entered the room. They all
wore devilish smiles on their faces, and Aft was carrying a box twice the size
of a cigar box.
	Batgirl sat up and began inching away from the men, all the while trying to
loosen the ropes that held her wrists.
	“Now that introductions are over,” the Pirate King continued, “We shall treat
you to a tour of our humble facility. First, I would like to show you a little
experiment of mine; one that will allow us to move about the complex with you
under your own power, but will lessen the chance that you try to escape. Aft:
the box. Gentlemen, will you do the honors?”
	The thugs leapt forward to grab Batgirl. The Girl Wonder twisted where she sat
and planted a foot in Starboard’s knee; the man cried in pain and crumbled to
the ground. Fore and Port were on her then. One held her from behind while the
other grabbed her thrashing legs. Batgirl bucked her body in defiance.
	“Help them, Aft.” The Pirate King ordered. Aft handed the box to his boss and
rushed to grab a piece of Batgirl.
	Pirate King opened the box and removed a dildo-like object that looked to be
made of some kind of rock. He advanced on Batgirl as he spoke.
	“This little guy is the result of my sea-life experiments. I took an ordinary
barnacle and pumped it full of experimental growth hormones...”
	Batgirl strained and grunted, but the men were too strong, even if she had 
her wrists free. Port clamped a rough hand over her sweaty brow to steady her.
	“...The hormone mutated the barnacle into this elongated form that you see
here. Spread her legs.”
	Batgirl strained to stop the men from following the order, but their combined
muscles prevailed. Her own leg muscles shook with the effort she was exerting,
and rivulets of sweat slid down those quivering appendages. The henchmen
finally pried the superheroine’s legs as far apart as they would go, as a
panicky cry of ‘No’ escaped the young woman’s lips. Pirate King knelt before
her.
	“First, let’s lubricate the little fellow.”
	Before she could react, Pirate King had jammed the creature to her lips and
then forced it past her teeth into her mouth. Batgirl gagged and coughed around
the long barnacle while Pirate King swirled it around in her mouth. For a brief
moment, to Batgirl’s ever mounting disgust, she thought she could feel the
creature twitch, which made the gore rise in her throat. With a final thrust
deep into the helpless crimefighter’s throat, Pirate King yanked the barnacle
from her mouth. Batgirl spasmed with several deep gags before focusing her
strained attention on Pirate King’s ‘toy’.
	“The trick with this particular mutation is that even the slightest vibrations
cause it to vibrate as well. This will cause your sexual juices to flow, no
matter how hard you try to suppress them. My pet will feed on those juices and
grow to vibrate more...”
	Pirate King leaned forward and pulled aside Batgirl’s bikini bottom to reveal
a neatly shaved, red-haired crotch. He brought the barnacle up to her vaginal
lips and rubbed it there for a moment. Batgirl protested both physically and
verbally, but the men who held her quelled those physical actions, and the
verbal cries only served to goad Pirate King on.
 	“...his vibrations and growth will make you vibrate with even more pleasure
which will make him vibrate more which will make you vibrate more, etcetera,
etcetera.” He smiled. “A vicious circle, really.”
	Without warning, he slid the barnacle dildo into Batgirl’s pussy. A cry leapt
from her sweating lips, and then a plea.
	“No! Please!” She groaned and then slumped back into the henchmen’s filthy
arms. “No. Oh, no!” Her pelvis trusted once, and then she issued a very
unladylike grunt. She settled back down. Port slid a lecherous hand across her
belly and up to her breast. The young woman just groaned miserably.
	“No. Please, no. You --” Her eyes opened wide and she gasped in realization.
“I...I can feel it...it’s moving inside of me!” Batgirl’s lower lip trembled.
	“Why yes it is, Batgirl.” Pirate King grinned as he, too, groped her. “And it
will keep moving right along with you -- each of you fueling the other’s
desires. And it will grow.”
	Batgirl shuddered, and with a gasp, slumped deeper into the arms of the
goblins who held her. 
	“Oh, shall it grow.”

		*				*				*

	After several moments of groping, the villains finally yanked Batgirl to her
feet. That was when she had the first orgasm. She flinched and her legs buckled
as her mouth issued forth a shaky groan. She fell into Pirate King’s welcoming
arms. He hugged her from behind.
	Leaning down, he kissed her longingly on the cheek.
	“Oh, my poor Batgirl. I know that you’ve had such a dreadful day, so I’ll make
our tour quick, and them you and your new friend can get some rest.” He kissed
her several more times, each time coming closer to her ruby lips. The female
crusader twisted her head away, the whole time trying to loosen the ropes which
held her wrists.
	“Stop it, you bastard! Leave me alone!” She squirmed in his grip. “Let me go!”
	“Oh, you fight it now, but just wait about an hour and you’ll be begging me.”
He whispered, before dragging her out of the cell by the arm. “Let’s go.”
	Batgirl walked on the balls of her feet as Pirate King ushered her down a
damp, rock hallway. The mere act of walking seemed to arouse the creature in
her pussy, and it began to vibrate even more. Before the small party reached
the mini-sub cave, her breathing was heavy.
	“This,” Pirate King began, “is my own, precious mini-sub. I acquired it from
Egghead, who in turn had stolen it from some federal oceanography project. The
loon said he didn’t want it anymore because the shape wasn't right.” He laughed
and his henchmen joined in. Pirate King’s laughter shook Batgirl, and even
those vibrations caused the Barnacle Dildo to stir and grow. She could feel a
slight pressure on the interior walls of her pussy, one separate from the
creature’s resonance.
	“So,” Batgirl interjected in an attempt to both gain more information and to
stop Pirate King from laughing. “You’ve been using this sub to rob the yachts
that venture too far from Gotham Bay?”
	“Precisely. Come.”
	Pirate King dragged Batgirl up the gangplank and onto the top of the mini-sub.
The shaky gangplank caused the thing in her loins to rumble; the beginnings of
another orgasm. She tried to control her breathing, but her breath was coming
out too desperately. At the sub hatch they stopped.
	“Hold her.” Pirate King ordered his henchmen. Happily, they grabbed her as he
descended. The young woman cringed and squirmed as the men’s hands slid all
over her sweaty body. Starboard was nibbling on her shoulder and Aft had his
hand down the back of her bikini bottom fingering her asshole when Pirate King
yelled up to send the heroine below. She swallowed hard when she peered down
into the depths of the mini-sub, fearful of the dangers and degradations that
would lurk down there momentarily.
	Climbing down the ladder was the worst for Batgirl’s dildo situation. Not only
was she unsteady and off-balance because her hands were bound behind her, but
the mere motion of her legs stepping down the rungs drove the barnacle into a
frenzy. By the time she reached the bottom, Batgirl was in the full throes of
orgasm. She moaned loudly and stumbled, falling face first into Pirate King’s
chest. He hugged her to him and reveled in her pleasure and torment, watching
her tied hands wring and clench in bound frustration. He held her masked face
to his bare chest, and unintentionally her lips caressed his chest as she tried
to breathe and moan. He stroked her hair and gyrated his body against her face
until the orgasm was all but finished. More than once, Batgirl had kissed the
chest before her, forced by the violating passion.
	As Batgirl tried to catch her breath, and as she knelt before her captor, the
Pirate King bent down and kissed her on her lips. She pulled away with a pouty
‘no’, and he again settled for her wet cheek and her neck.
	“Soon,” he whispered to her. “Soon, you won’t be able to control yourself, and
then you will be mine...body and soul.”
	“No,” she murmured. “Please, no...”

		*				*				*

	“It’s rather simple, really,” Pirate King began. He stood behind Batgirl with
his arms encircling and caressing her damp body.
	The humid heat inside the mini-sub was making the helpless heroine sweat even
more; and the heat also seemed to have a reaction on her barnacle invader - the
creature was aroused by the high temperature as well as her movement. The young
woman was already on the road to another orgasm, and on top of that, the
barnacle had begun to grow more. The intrusion was already almost as
uncomfortable as it was arousing.
	In an attempt to divert her attention from the feelings in her loins, Batgirl
began to think about her judo lessons, replaying as many as she could remember
in her head. The distraction was temporary, she knew; a permanent solution was
escape. She was determined that she would be able to seize the opportunity to
escape when it arose, but something nagged at her. That feeling was another
solution to her dilemma altogether. That solution was that she surrender to
those feelings that were molding her like wet clay. It would be so easy to give
in and lose herself in the bliss that the Barnacle Dildo brought. To relax and
treat herself to the ever-increasing pleasure. To...
	She shook herself from that destructive reverie and brought herself back to
the real world, however twisted and humiliating. She was burning up from the
stuffy heat, and Pirate King was groping her belly and her breasts as he
explained his plan.
	“We chart the activity of the cruises Gotham’s rich embark on, and then we
move in like a shark on its prey. We silently board the vessel during the
height of the festivities, and then we steal our prizes.” He squeezed Batgirl’s
breasts, clutching her against him, and then greedily kissing her neck and
cheek.
	Batgirl slid against him in a weak attempt to escape.
	“No! Oh, no. Please...don’t...” she moaned.
	“I want to take you now,” he whispered into her ear.
	“No,” her return whisper pled.
	“But it seems that you are already entertaining company in your ‘main
ballroom’,” he chuckled.
	“You bastard...”
	He grinned. “Well, I guess that just means that I’ll have to use the ‘service
entrance’!”
	Pirate King pushed Batgirl forward, face-down onto a map table. She gasped and
then cried out in pain as several thumbtacks flipped and embedded themselves in
her breasts and belly. Pirate King yanked Batgirl’s bikini bottom down around
her knees, and then unzipped his trousers, letting them fall around his ankles.
The Girl Wonder tried to get away from him, but she was too weak and he was too
strong, driven by his lust.
	Pirate King rubbed his penis all over Batgirl’s sweaty ass with one hand while
holding her down with the other. When his member was lubricated enough for his
liking, he leaned forward and jammed it into her asshole. The red-haired
heroine jolted her upper body off the table and shrieked. Pirate King was
unable to force his penis all the way into her tight ass on the first thrust so
he grabbed both of her biceps and rammed his pelvis forward. Batgirl’s shrill
cry echoed throughout the steel walls of the mini-sub as Pirate King pummeled
her rectum with his erect penis. Finally, he succeeded in stuffing his dick
completely into the young woman’s asshole. Batgirl screamed again, spittle
flying forward from her twisted and gaping mouth, and then she dropped her head
to the table with a knock loud enough to make Pirate King’s penis vibrate
inside of her. There she lay, stunned, as Pirate King raped her ass.
	The villain continued to thrust into her, brutally pressing her into the map
table. Batgirl grunted sadly with each push. Her mind was swimming from the
blow her head had received on the table and from the pain in her ass. Blood
oozed from the corner of her mouth, pooling on the maps in a dainty puddle that
her face sponged up as she was driven down and forward. Finally, she felt the
Pirate King launch one final thrust into her ass as he shuddered with orgasm.
Her tender and raw asshole was then flooded with the cretin’s seamen.
	She began to cry at that completing act of the violation, but her tears were
brought to a halt as her body betrayed her with an orgasm of her own. She
seized and twitched in horror, squealing aloud as the Barnacle Dildo pushed her
body from humiliating pain to even more humiliating pleasure. With a final
lurch, Batgirl’s head collided again with the map table and she blacked out.

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