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BATGIRL & CATWOMAN

by JRuff87373@aol.com 

Chapter One: The Transformation (FF bnd)

 Standing on the rooftop of the abandoned warehouse, the caped crimefighter
 could see almost nothing at first. The darkened stairwell and uneven
 surface did little to improve the overall surroundings as she crept closer
 to the rooftop entrance. 

 Batgirl, as she was commonly referred to, had begun her evening crime-
 fighting activities two months earlier, immediately following the murder
 of her father, Police Commissioner James Gordon, at the hands of the evil
 villain known as Catwoman. Taking this nighttime vigilante identity in an
 effort to track down and provide the needed justice that her father's
 murder deserved, Barbara Gordon was ready. Years of athletic training and
 preparation had sculpted her body into every man's dream and she used her
 "assets" to her ready advantage. Creating her costume from black body
 stocking, Barbara added a black cape, belt with hooks and other safety
 devices, as well as a "bat-like" mask to conceal her daytime identity. 

 Moving with grace and speed, her thick red hair flowing behind, Batgirl
 quickly moved into the rooftop entrance. Quickly striding down several
 flights of stairs, the determined daredevil opened the fourth floor
 entrance to a large, and empty, loft. Her underworld sources had informed
 her of the Catwoman's use of the warehouse an a front for illegal crack
 cocaine manufacture and distribution. But the sources had been wrong. Or
 so it seemed. 

 Taking a red electronic visor from her waist belt, Batgirl turned on the
 device and placed it to her eyes, quickly using the infra-red device to
 scan the loft area. 

 Suddenly, large hands reached out for her from behind and an oversized
 white cloth was placed about her mouth and nose. Struggling to break
 free, Batgirl was quickly overpowered and succumbed to the potent fumes
 emanating from the cloth. Losing consciousness, she heard a woman's
 laugh echo about the loft as darkness enveloped her. 

*** 

White. 

Light. 

A brightness like that of the noon-day sun greeted the 25 year-old woman as she regained
consciousness. The memory of the attack sent the woman hurling forward, only to be held back by
leather restraints on both arms. She looked about and found that she had been strapped to a metal
table. 

Again, a woman's laugh permeating the silence. Stepping forward from the darkness, Catwoman
appeared. Standing nearly six feet tall, the lilth, raven-haired woman wore all black, a whip to her
right side and, like Batgirl, a mask to conceal her identity. But this mask reflected the darker side of
the wearer ... a "Cat-like" mask that helped the evil women's darkest desires come true. 

"Are you comfortable my dear," purred Catwoman. 

"I will be free of this and you will be dead," replied Batgirl, straining unsuccessfully at her bonds. 

Stepping forward, Catwoman brazenly took the younger woman's face in her claw-like, gloved
hands and placed a warm, loving kiss onto Batgirl's full red lips. Shocked by such an outrageous
action, Batgirl again struggled in vain to free herself from the Catwoman's bonds. Knowing that what
was happening was wrong, even perverse, the caped crimefighter closed her eyes, even for a
moment, and actually surrendered herself to the kiss. 

As Catwoman was kissing the numbed Batgirl, she reached backwards and placed a helmeted
device on the helpless woman. Releasing the captured woman's straining red lips from hers, she
stepped backwards and pressed a hidden red button. An electrical connection was made and
hundreds of volts of power coursed through the now active metal box, sending charged energy
particles of gold and white through the exposed wires and into the young woman. Lurching forward
and arching her back in a vain effort to escape, Batgirl immediately felt herself, once again,
enveloped by the comfort of darkness throughout her mind and soul. Walking over to the device,
Catwoman could hear the labored breathing of the now groggy woman. Turning the device off and
lifting the helmet off the young woman's masked head, Catwoman silently removed the leather
straps. 

Looking at her captive through eyes of gemed fire, Catwoman drank in the silent crimefighter's
obvious attributes. Her chest rising and falling to the now rymthic cadence of breathing, Batgirl's
well-apportioned breasts heaved forward and back. Catwoman then trailed her gaze downward to
the tight waist and long tapered legs, completely covered in black. 

Struggling with the quickly reviving woman, Catwoman brought her to her feet. Taking one gloved
arm in hers, Catwoman half-pulled Batgirl off the table and into an adjoining room. There a lavish
bed had been prepared, with black silken sheets. Standing the woman erect in the center of the
room, Catwoman walked to the bed, turned around and slowly lowered herself onto the sheets. 

Catwoman was loving this. For months, Batgirl had been a thorn, the death of Commissioner
Gordon causing her to enact a one-woman campaign to destroy Catwoman's drug empire. Little did
the younger crimefighter know that it was more than drugs Catwoman was after. It was control.
Power. And finally she found it. 

Breaking into a secret governmental laboratory the previous week, the evil Catwoman and her
henchmen had found a powerful, yet unused device. Simply put, the VY245 was designed by the
government for espionage activities during the Cold War period of the 1960's, but had never been
used due to the lack of funding. But Catwoman understood the true power it provided: to alter the
thoughts and behaviour of individuals, implanting them with entirely new identities. Once used on a
subject, the effect was permanent and irreversible. 

Bringing the machine to her rooftop lair, Catwoman had learned how to reprogram the device and
was eager to test it out. Batgirl provided the perfect subject. 

"Take off your costume baby, strip naked for Catwoman" the evil villain hissed at the helpless
younger woman. Catwoman had no idea if her captive would do as commanded. 

Bringing her hand to her masked face, Batgirl momentarily hesitated, looking at the smiling face of
the dark haired woman sitting langiously on the bed. Shaking her head, as if to raise her mind from a
fog, Batgirl began to do as she had been commanded. With both hands, Batgirl reached upwards to
remove the black cape. As it slowly fell to the floor, black gloves quickly followed, as did her black,
thigh high boots. Her belt, now feeling like leaden weights around her waist, was also freed and
clattered to the floor. 

Stepping forward, Batgirl reached behind her back and slowly lowered the zipper of her one piece
costume. Within moments, that too was dropped to the floor and she stood wearing only black
panties, bra, and her costumed mask, of course. 

Catwoman laughed with glee. 

In no way had she ever conceived of the device having such an immediate effect on the formerly
caped crime fighter. This was going to be fun. Bringing her hands to her ribs, Catwoman slowly
caressed her large breasts, feeling the pulling and lifting of the dark bodysuit as it clung to her upper
body. Before her stood her nearly naked adversary, who was responding to Catwoman's every
command. 

Batgirl nearly completed her task. Her body costume now removed, next was her form-fitting, black
lace bra. Moments before she removed her black undergarments, Catwoman said, "stop," and
Batgirl did, standing before her wearing only panties and mask. 

"You have to undress me, Catwoman hissed, "You want to, don't you." 

"Oh yes, I do," replied Batgirl, who stepped forward to meet the slightly older woman. Turning her
around, Batgirl lowered the woman's zipper and assisted the evil Catwoman in removing her clothes.

"Kiss my skin all over, slave" commanded Catwoman. 

"Yes, kiss you, kiss you all ... all over," Batgirl replied, performing her task as any maid servant
might do for her master. The red-haired woman kissed Catwoman's tanned flesh, as the
raven-haired criminal tortured the woman below her with hard pinches on her now-naked breasts
and arms. 

"Make you naked like me. Kiss your pussy," Batgirl mumbled in response as she kneeled before
Catwoman to remove her bra and panties. Turning her around, Batgirl placed two warm kisses on
Catwoman's well formed buttocks. Then, with only an instant hesitation, Batgirl swiveled her new
charge around and placed a warm, loving, wet kiss on her full, pouting pussy lips. Catwoman
groaned now in wild abandon as she drew the younger woman upwards to her. Pulling her tight, at
woman embraced Batgirl and removed her own mask and then Batgirl's. Looking longingly into her
eyes, Catwoman opened her mouth and enveloped the younger girl's mouth into her own. 

Catwoman's tongue danced and darted through Batgirl's own, the recipient quickly caressing her
new lover. Swiveling her around, Catwoman pushed the woman backwards, forcing her onto the
middle to the bed. Dropping onto the black silk sheets with a bounce, Catwoman continued her
liquid assault. Pinwheels of light careened in Batgirl's head as Catwoman's tongue and mouth
caressed her own. Pulling her upwards to a sitting position, Catwoman finally released her mouth
from Batgirl's. The former caped crime fighter's now disheveled thick red hair overflowed over her
head as she cried out for release. 

Brushing her hair from her brow, Catwoman took Batgirl's head in her hands and hissed, "I'm going
to devour your luscious little cunt, you bitch, until you scream for mercy! Then I'm going to
tongue-fuck your beautiful virginal asshole before I let you get between my legs and lick me! And
you are going to suck and lick me 'till I go out of my mind. What do you think of that ... Batgirl?!" 

"Ooooohh ... yesss ... I want to ... Darling ... fuck and suck until you go out of your mind ..." Batgirl
responded, her words completely entranced her mind within the lethargy that Catwoman had
created. While awaiting her next command, Batgirl's tongue caressed the outer fold of her own lips,
again tasting the sweet nectar of Catwoman's saliva. Such action made Catwoman explode with lust.
Moving downward, she took Batgirl's ample right breast, opened her mouth and enveloped the
nipple entirely. At the same time, Catwoman's left hand pinched and pulled at the woman's other
nipple, which was rapidly becoming harder and harder. Instantly, Batgirl's breathing became rapid,
as she clutched the black hair of the woman who slavered at her chest. 

Biting almost hard enough to draw blood, Catwoman pulled herself away from the now engorged
nipple. Using her fingertips on both of Batgirl's nipples, Catwoman was bringing the younger woman
into a state of utter frenzy. "Ohhh ... God yess, that so good. Don't stop," Batgirl said, her voice
faltering at the touch of her evil former adversary. 

But with that Catwoman did stop. Releasing her hands from Batgirl's breasts, she watched with
lewd, fire-eyes as the tortured younger woman struggled with the rapidly diminishing electric power
that her touch brought. 

Moving backward for a moment, Catwoman, commanded Batgirl to turn over. And she did. Laying
on her stomach, Batgirl wore only the flimsy black panties which protected her most private, secret
charms from finally being revealed to Catwoman. But that was not to last. Quickly, warm hands
caressed her buttocks and back, renewing the warm sensations Catwoman's mouth, tongue and
hands had created. Lifting her ass upwards as if to receive a further reward, Batgirl expected her
new lover to remove her panties. Instead, Catwoman brought the younger woman to her knees, her
face deeply immersed within the sheets. 

Such a position placed Batgirl's final, most private secret directly into contact with Catwoman's evil
glaze. Looking at the darkened, panty-covered pussy, Catwoman could see the gleaming sweat and
growing wetness it secreted. Moving forward, Catwoman opened her mouth and, expertly using her
tongue, she gently caressed Batgirl's plump pussy from top to bottom. 

Upon contact, Batgirl squealed her delight as the older woman's tongue, now joined by her hands,
caressed her pussy and ass cheeks. 

Again, Catwoman continued her sexual torture of the helpless Batgirl as the fire of a woman
released, again took hold of her. Having had enough of these "preliminaries" Catwoman grabbed the
panties on both sides and shredded them from Batgirl's ass. Rearing back, Catwoman opened her
hand fully and spanked the unsuspecting young woman's full ass cheeks. Over and over, faster and
faster, Catwoman's hand beat at the woman's fleshy exterior. Below, Batgirl was shocked by the
sudden attack and was helpless to defend herself as savage blow after blow was delivered with
angry force. 

As she continued her assault, Catwoman felt the rising heat of her orgasm reach over her and take
possession. With a final swipe, Catwoman came. Roaring torrents overflowing her, she collapsed
forward, the dark mane of her hair laying across the stinging red welts on Batgirl's upraised ass
cheeks. 

"Shut up you bitch," Catwoman screamed as Batgirl starting to gurgle a response. 

Rolling her over, she moved quickly to complete her conquest! 

"Damn you gorgeous bitch," Catwoman hissed, "Wider! Spread your legs wider. Raise them way up
high and wide. Further. That's it ... as high and as wide apart as you can, so your little cunt is split
open for me." 

Batgirl never hesitated. Wanted to do whatever the beautiful, slightly older woman commanded, she
drew her long, shapely thighs up and back against the resilient mounds of her desire-swollen breasts,
their tiny hardened nipples tingling and burning at the caress of her own legs. This obscene position
spread her vulnerable young loins wide open for the aggressive, raven-haired woman. Batgirl's
dark-curled, pink cuntal slit raised high, waiting for the naked Catwoman's lesbian assault. 

Everything that Catwoman has dreamed about was finally coming true. Everything the bisexual
criminal had ever found salaciously captivating in another girl ... had ever experienced in the licking
and sucking of their young cunts, was exemplified a thousand times in the mesmerizing nakedness
spread before her! God, that had to be the ultimate. It would never be enough. Maybe if she were a
died in the wool lesbian. But she was not. Cock and cunts, either were as erotically appealing to her
as the other, but after this she wondered if she might not emerge with a one-tract mind and remain a
lesbian the rest of her life. Damn, the beautiful naked creature, with her intoxicating young pussy
helplessly offered up to her to do with as she pleased was breathtaking! 

Tauntingly, Catwoman gazed down at Batgirl's spread pussy. Wild ferminations churned in her own
nakedly seething loins as she brushed one finger through the dark silken hair sparsely lining its puffy
lips ... the outer, fleshy folds clinging snugly to each other with only the moistened, pink ribbon of
inner flesh assuring the hot, wet mount they protected inside. Her eyes were like a matched pair of
insatiable, fired gems! To Catwoman, it was suddenly as if the touching of it with her mouth was
going to unleash an overwhelming plague of lesbian desire she could never again be rid of. 

Her hotly licking tongue, in the beginning, did little more than lightly trace the pink, hair-lined crevice,
wetly laving the slickened furs with warm slackening moisture. Intently, she tongue-combed the
wispy dark tuffs, while the delightedly brainwashed young woman beneath her moaned in ever
mounting desire, squiring and gasping as Batgirl ardently waited for her desire-flushed pussy lips to
be spread-apart and the smooth moist flesh within hungrily ravished! 

Again, the red-haired Batgirl whimpered, but now in a state of feverish passion. Catwoman had
brought her to this level time and time again, but with no release. Voluntarily, Batgirl ground her
naked, obscenely spread loins upwards towards the naked mouth that engulfed them. 

At the same time, the smiling, raven-haired woman nuzzled her face tighter into the soft, liquid heat
between Batgirl's lewdly spread legs, her mouth lips widely ovaling to the crimefighter's cunt lips,
engulfing it all in a lewd kissing/sucking motion. The hot wet length of Catwoman's wet tongue
darted, and in plunging stabs, licked down to Batgirl's raisin-like opening at her asshole ... and with a
firm push, caressed the younger woman's nether depths, before sucking the tiny, erectile flowerette
of Batgirl's clitoris until the helpless woman could do little more than wail and twist helplessly beneath
... 

And then ... Catwoman stopped. 

****** 

Chapter Two: A Night of Terror 

After investigating the disappearance of highly classified government research equipment, the
darknight damsel, Batgirl, was overpowered, bound and subjected to mind-altering
experimentations by the evil villainess Catwoman. Now, without any memory of her previous
life, Batgirl began to submit herself willingly to any sexual or physical task presented to her
by her villainous masters  

Bringing herself to her knees, the evil villainess' mouth and face smeared with slick, rich, creamy fluid
from Batgirl's warm cuntal sections, Catwoman looked down at her new charge and smiled
wickedly. 

She would, time and again, bring this woman to the bring of her orgasm, only to stop and let her
suffer the pangs of unrelease. 

Below her, Batgirl squirmed for more. 

More release. 

Anything to relieve her of this sexual torment which had ceased her entire being. 

Snapping her fingers, Catwoman's new command brought two hooded men into the bedroom
parlor. Silently, as if already anticipating their mistress's unspoken words, they roughly gripped the
helpless red-haired woman by both arms. Not struggling and in complete submission, Batgirl allowed
the men to take from her the bedroom. 

Walking outside the door, Batgirl could see that they were still within the warehouse loft and that the
bedroom had only been a "Hollywood" type set, one easily disposed of when not in use. 

Walking forward and hurling her against a wall, the nearly naked white men left the defenseless
woman to stand alone, as they briefly separated and walked toward two fire hoses. Standing not
more than 10 feet from the naked Batgirl, the men turn their fire hoses on full. The jet streams of ice
cold water hit Batgirl with the force of a piledriver, immediately knocking her the cold concrete floor.
Writhing in agony, Batgirl rolled around the floor, trying in vain to escape the unrelenting cold water. 

After several minutes, the water stopped and Batgirl again felt herself being lifted to her feet and
standing erect and alone. The cold water had done little to relieve the sexual torment she had be
subjected to only minutes earlier, and the young woman's thick, red hair now hung like wet spaghetti
over her face, neck and back. Water tricked down her erect nipples and chest, past her shapely
thighs and pussy, before gathering in a puddle at her feet. 

She stood in complete subjection to her captors  Who would show no mercy. 

Again taken by the hand, this time with gentle caresses, Batgirl was brought her knees before one of
the men. Brushing her stringy hair from her eyes, her hooded assailant roughly grabbed the back of
her neck, forcing her face forward. With a silent command, Batgirl opened her mouth to a wide oval
and accepted freely the large gift being presented to her. With relish, the fires within beginning to
rapidly come to a boil as it had with Catwoman earlier, Batgirl took the rock hard penis into her
mouth like it was a majestic gift from the Gods. 

Experimentally swirling her tongue around and around the fleshy tip, Batgirl began an up and down
motion with the man's huge penis in her mouth. Using her left hand to grab his buttocks and steady
herself, Batgirl used her right hand to gently fondle the man's balls and the thick hairs around his
upper thighs. With a groan, the hooded assailant grabbed the back of her neck even harder, forcing
the tip of his cock down her throat. 

With a momentary pause when she thought she would gag, Batgirl quickened her ministrations on the
hooded man. With her outstretched hand, she could feel his balls rapidly tightening and firming as he
began his release. 

And release he did. 

Over and over again. 

Batgirl's hunger was uncontrollable, and she didn't wish to spill a single drop. She slavered over the
man's thick penis, twirling it back and forth. Thick white brew was ejected into her mouth from
above. More and more he came, thick rivulets of white semen oozing from the outer lips of her
mouth. 

Gulping for air, Batgirl felt his manhood rapidly deflating as she hungrily gasped for more. Still not
wanting to spill a drop, she sated him by lovingly allowing his now deflated cock out of her mouth
and expertly using her tongue to gently open the fleshy slit and remove the last remnants of semen
from the tip of his cock. 

Moaning her delight, Batgirl felt two strong hands take her from behind and position her on her
hands and knees. Not seeing, but sensing what was happening, Batgirl spread her knees, in an effort
to invite the delightful torment which was soon to come to her pussy. 

A welcome invitation? 

Garbling out a oath, her assailant grabbed both of her perfectly formed ass checks  stretching and
pulling them apart. Gazing down at the raisin-like opening between her wide spread ass cheeks, he
touched the end of his cock to the helpless woman's anus. 

Not understanding what was happening, Batgirl made the first selfless move of the entire rape she
was facing. Struggling to come to her feet and escape her tormentors, Batgirl was slapped hard by a
closed fist. Her face and cheeks bore the brunt of the evil attack as her hair, now air dried in thick
red clumps, swung widely. 

Roughly pushing her forward, her unseen assailant again assumed his position behind her. Fear
gripped the young Batgirl, as she felt his cock begin a rapid forward assault on her unprotected anus.
With an inaudible groan, she felt herself being stretched to the limits of her endurance, as her ass
cheeks were greeted by the man's thick hairy thighs. Thrusting with all his might, the hooded figure
brought his cock fully within the forever stretched anus of the helpless red-haired young woman. 

Gripping the sides of her legs for support, he thrust forward. "Aggggg" Batgirl screamed in
helplessness as back and forth, in and out, the large man attacked her now stretched asshole. 

Trying to blot out the pain of the attack, Batgirl began to move back and forth, to and fro, as her
body began to accept this new intrusion. Fires unabated again began to bubble up within her. 

Within moments she not only accepted this unwelcome intrusion from behind, but welcomed it.
Feeling her respond to his growing need, the hooded man increased his stroking of Batgirl now
wetted and open anal home. 

Feeling himself near his release, the man plunged himself into Batgirl's back door hole, placing all of
his long, thick cock within. 

And he came. More and more, thick white brew was injected into the helpless woman's anus.
Batgirl was completely submitting her will to those of her captors, as she opened her legs as wide as
they would go. 

More and more than man pumped himself into her outstretched anus, until finally, Batgirl felt himself
deflating and pulled himself out of her behind with a soft "pop." 

"Well wasn't that fun." Batgirl heard the words from her former sexual partner. Still naked,
Catwoman, seemed to magically appear before the young woman, still on her hands and knees, her
white ass cheeks opening and closing, cooling in the damp evening air from the savage pounding they
had just received. 

Not knowing, not caring what was to happen to her, Batgirl again felt the strong male arms of her
tormentors grab her and pull upwards to standing position. Stepping forward, Catwoman took the
captive crimefighter by the sides of her face and placed a loving, deep kiss on her full, sweat, soaked
lips. 

"I think that will be enough for today. Why don't you boys take her in the other room and make her
comfortable for the night. Pleasant dreams!!" Catwoman laughed. 

Striding to the other side of the warehouse, the two men dragged and half carried the nearly
comatose young Batgirl, while Catwoman followed from a short distance behind. Using rusted
chains and metal hooks, they bound the naked young woman to the wall. Her arms and legs
outstretched above and below, Batgirl's head slumped forward into darkness. 

Looking with admiration at her evening's accomplishments, Catwoman took the two men by the
arms and invited them into her bedroom for some additional nocturnal action. 

*** 

Sleep (if it could be called that) was a journey into hell for the bound and captive crimefighter. 

She had endured the loss of identity, rape, sodomy and other acts of personal torture and found
herself, naked, tied and bound to a wall. She had been brought to a sexual frenzy all evening long
without any completion. 

During the long evening, she sensed, or largely felt the present of another human being with her.
Hands caressed her inner thighs and legs, a mouth pressed against her pussy lips. Her body
involuntarily responding to this unwanted assault, cried out for more. 

But was denied. 

Each time, Batgirl was brought to her edge, only to be tormented with the loss of orgasm and
completion. At times, she would hear giggling and laughter coming from her tormentors, but was
unable to move, let alone care what was happening 

END OF CHAPTER TWO 


