<HTML><PRE>Subject: {AnnD}RP"Batgirl & Robin"( MF )[2/3]
From: Ann Douglas <annd@pop.tiac.net>
Date: Thu, Apr 23, 1998 14:12 EDT
Message-id: <10574eli$9804231412@qz.little-neck.ny.us>


The following is a work of erotic fiction and
includes scenes of consenting adults engaged in
sexual activities. It includes characters that are
copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is intended
for the non-commerical enjoyment of the author and
her friends. No copyright infringement is intended
and no profit will be made from the distribution of
this story.

Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction.   One  thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in  your comments.  It gives me a better idea who
my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy 

           - Batgirl And Robin -
		Part Two
		by  Ann Douglas
The following is a work of erotic fiction and
includes scenes of consenting adults engaged in
sexual activities. It includes characters that are
copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is intended
for the non-commerical enjoyment of the author and
her friends. No copyright infringement is intended
and no profit will be made from the distribution of
this story.

Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction.   One  thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in  your comments.  It gives me a better idea who
my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy 

           - Batgirl And Robin -
		Part Two
		by  Ann Douglas

	“Look at that, he’d still got half a hard on.” 
Mary Beth noted as she pointed to Robin’s cum
covered cock.  “I bet he’s all ready to go at it
again.”
	“That’s why I like them young.”  Ma replied.
	
	“I’m next!”  Betty Sue called out.  
	“No way!”  Mary Beth responded.  “You
always get to go next.  Besides, I can tell that he
wants me.  Don’t you Robin honey?  I bet you can’t
wait to taste those pussy juices for real.”
	“Bullshit, if he hadn’t been looking at my tits
while I was changing, he wouldn’t have even gotten
caught.”  Betty Sue countered.  
	Pulling her T-shirt up and over her bra-less
mounds, she bounced them in front of the captive
Robin.  Batgirl figured the girl had to at least be a
38DD.
	“This is want you want, isn’t it Robin baby.” 
she said.
	
	“This could get ugly real fast.”  Batgirl
thought.  “If one of them decided to end it with a
bullet.  I might not be able to wait for daughter
number three.”
	Part of Batgirl’s decision to rush into what
might be a precipitous action was the realization that
despite the fact that the scene that had just occurred
could be classified as rape, she had enjoyed watching
it.  In fact, it had turned her on immensely.
	A handful of small glass capsules filled her
gloved hand, taken from one of the compartments in
her belt.  Any advantage of surprise had to be
pressed as hard as possible.  If daughter three
appeared out of the woodwork, it could all go so
very wrong, so very fast.
	Batgirl’s body tensed as she slowly began to
rise and counted off the seconds until she would
spring into action.  If she could just get them a little
closer together.

	“Maybe I should just put a bullet in his head
and that’ll settle it.”  said a strong voice from the
other side of the room.
	
	Batgirl quickly dropped flat as the third
daughter walked into the room. Peering carefully
over the edge, she took stock of the new arrival.  
	“Oh shit!”  she gasped. “She must be at least
six feet tall.”
	That was only where her astonishment over
Ma Parker’s baby daughter began. She was six one
to be exact, with a body that was a cross between a
movie star and body builder. With the best of both,
the result was a powerful muscular form.  Her
platinum blond hair was razor cut in an almost
military style.  She was wearing cut off shorts and a
tank top that seemed two sizes too small.  Firm hard
breasts pressed against the too thin material, the
nipples visible even to Batgirl.  Despite all of her
training, Batgirl looked like a skinny school next to
her.
	Watching the professional, no nonsense
manner in which she walked across the dirty stone
floor, Batgirl quickly sized her up as the most
dangerous of the three daughters.  The black uzi was
slung over her shoulder, hanging within easy reach.  
	
	“If you’re through playing around, you might
like to know that I checked the upper floors and the
buildings clear.” she said as she neared the rest of
the group.
	“You worry too much, Debbie Jo.”  Betty
said.  
	“One of us should.”  Debbie Jo replied. 
“The little asshole here had a transmitter in his hand
when I caught him.  He might’ve gotten off a signal
before I smashed it.”
	“If he did, this place would’ve already been
crawling with cops.”  was Betty Sue’s retort.  “Do
you see any cops?”
	The exchange just reinforced Batgirl’s
original assessment that next to Ma Parker, Debbie
was the most dangerous of the foursome.  The other
two daughters were just muscle.	
	
	Batgirl couldn’t get over how physically
different Debbie was from her sisters.  Then she
recalled an item on the bottom of Ma Parker’s file.
	It had been one of the most sensational
crimes of twenty two years ago.  Harold
Swartzenberger, the rage of Hollywood action films
had disappeared during a morning exercise run.  For
two weeks, the bulk of Gotham’s Finest had turned
the underside of the city inside and out without
finding a clue as to the whereabouts of the former
Mr. Universe.  For all their efforts, all they had to go
on was an expended tranquilizer dart at the scene.
No ransom  note, no demands, no communications
of any kind.  
	Then, following a lead turned up by then
Lieutenant James Gordon, they had finally found
Swartzenberger.  The star had been found nude, tied
spread eagle on a bed in one of the seedier hotels
outside the city limits. 
	The actor was somewhat reluctant to say
what had happened during the twelve days since
he’d vanished.  Sarah May Parker, on the other
hand, was more than willing to proclaim to the
world how she’d sucked and fucked the former
weight lifter all that time.    
	“Hell, sometimes we’d do it three or four
times a day.”  she yelled out before they slammed
the door of the paddy wagon on her.
	Unwilling to risk the damage to his career
once the Hollywood tabloids got hold of the story,
Swartzenberger refused to press charges. 
Hopefully, most people would just assume it was all
a publicity stunt and ignore Parker’s story.  
	Unfortunately, those dozen days of passion
had left Sarah May pregnant, giving credence to her
story.  Sarah got child support and Swartzenberger’s
career never reached it’s potential. In all that time,
he had never seen his daughter.   


	“Hey Debbie, want a taste?”  Mary Beth
asked as she ran her finger along the length of
Robin’s cock and scooped up the remnant that Ma
Parker had missed.
	“I’ll pass.”  was Debbie Jo’s curt reply. 
	“Don’t know what you’re missing.”  Mary
Beth said as she slipped her finger into her mouth
and sucked it clean.
	
	“I’ll bet if it was the Bat-Bitch hanging there,
dripping pussy juice you’d be quick to lap it up.”
Betty Jo snickered.
	“Maybe....”  Debbie purred with a smile.
“But I can think of a lot better place to do it than a
filthy dump like this.”
	
	The dual thought that such a phenomenal
beauty such as Debbie was both into woman and as
such was also interested in Batgirl brought mixed
feelings.  The thought of her being in Robin’s
predicament caused a cold chill, contrasting with the
rich warm rush radiating between her legs. The
thought of a sexual encounter with the likes of
Debbie Jo was almost enough to cause her to
consider expanding her sexuality.  Of course that
would be if she could separate that perfect body
from the person it contained.
	
	Dismissing all this from her mind, Batgirl
again jumped to her feet.  In a single fluid
movement, she bounded over the railing and into the
air.  As she flew, her hand swung around and sent
the half dozen glass capsules ahead of her.  
	
	“Robin ....  Starburst!!!”  she yelled out as
she dropped over the railing, a split second before
the capsules detonated into an all  encompassing
whiteness.
	
	
	Controlling her leap off the balcony, Batgirl
was able to deliver the full force of her 110 pound
frame in one single blow.  The impact point being
the center of  Debbie’s chest.  The amazon hadn’t
been blinded like her sisters.  Unlike them, she had
looked down not upward when she heard Batgirl’s
shout, preserving her vision.  Even now she was
swinging the uzi on her shoulder into play.
	Knocked backward into a support beam by
the sudden blow, Debbie lost her grip on the uzi and
watched helpless as it flew across the floor.  Her
head banged into the beam as well, causing a few
moments of disorientation.  Moments Batgirl put to
all too good use.
	No sooner did she hit the ground, Batgirl
dropped to what looked like a push up position. 
Pivoting on her open palms, she spun her muscular
legs around in a wide arc, sweeping Mary Beth off
her feet.  
	A partially blinded Ma Parker had pulled her
pistol from it’s holster and was trying to take aim at
the rapidly moving intruder.  Try as she could, she
still couldn’t differentiate between Batgirl and her
daughters.  
	No such concern entered Betty Sue’s mind. 
Although as visually handicapped as her mother, she
wasted no time in bringing her shotgun into play. 
Aiming in the general direction of the blurry forms,
she let off first one, then both barrels. 
	A cry of pain filled the air as the spray of
pellets found a target.  
	“I got them!”  Betty cried out in triumph.
	“You got me you stupid bitch!”  came the
reply.
	Betty recognized the voice as belong to
Mary Beth.  Her sister had just leapt to her feet after
being knocked over by Batgirl, only to step right
into the line of fire.
	Even as Mary Beth again fell to the ground,
this time clutching her left leg in agony, Batgirl
moved against Ma Parker and Betty.  A hard tossed
batarang slammed against the side of Ma’s head,
bringing unconsciousness with it.  Betty joined her a
few heartbeats later, the result of a devastating right
hook and left cross combination.
	Batgirl took a moment to breath, only to
have it cut short as a strong arm wrapped around
her neck. Debbie hadn’t been as stunned as she
though and was already pressing the attack.  If was
only a muffled warning from the still bound Robin
that gave her the precious second to protect her
breathing passage.
	Locked in a choke hold, Batgirl pressed back
with all of the strength.  She could tell it wouldn’t be
enough.  Ma Parker’s youngest was just too much
bigger and stronger.  If only she could get a little
more leverage.  All she needed was a small opening.
	“I’m going to rip your fucking head off
bitch!”  Debbie said as she pulled Batgirl backward.
	She took another step back and then
suddenly loosed her hold.  Batgirl immediately took
advantage of her unexplained error and sent her
right elbow as hard as she could into the larger
woman’s chest. The blow was enough to free her
and she pulled out of the killer grip.
	Spinning around to an attack position,
Batgirl suddenly understood the cause of her
assailant’s distraction.  As they had moved closer to
him, Robin had swung up and wrapped his legs
around Debbie’s neck.  He didn’t have the leverage
to hold her, but as he pulled himself against her from
the left side, Debbie found her face pressed against
his exposed crotch.  The strong pungent smell of his
manhood and the taste of his cum stained cock
against her lips sent her into a panic.  Instinctively,
her only thought  was to pull away, ignoring the
need to keep a tight hold on Batgirl.
	Debbie grabbed one of Robin’s legs with
each hand and pulled them from around her neck. 
She was spitting the awful taste from her mouth
when she suddenly remembered Batgirl.  Too late
she turned her attention back to her captive, only to
be met by a flurry of fists.  
	A brilliantly executed judo move sent the
larger woman to the ground, face first.  Before she
could rise, Batgirl was on top of her and pinning her
arms behind her as she slammed on a pair of strong
steel handcuffs.
	“You fucking cocksucking bitch!”  Debbie
called out over her shoulder.  
	A smile crossed Batgirl’s face as she let out a
deep breath of relief and made sure that all four of
her adversaries were indeed down for the count. 
She found Debbie’s curse somewhat amusing.  
	“Don’t knock it unless you’ve tried it,
honey.”  she said just loud enough for Debbie to
hear her.
	“You’re going to pay for this!”  Debbie
again cursed out as she struggled helplessly against
the bonds.
	“Maybe, but now today!”  was Batgirl’s
reply.
	
	Checking Mary Beth, Batgirl was relieved to
find that she had only superficial leg injuries.  A few
inches to the left and she’d have caught a lot more
than the edge of the shotgun blast.  She pinned her
hands behind her with the same plastic restraints
she’d used on Ma Parker and Betty Sue.  
	Using the handcuff key she’d found on Ma,
Batgirl freed Robin from the overhead beam.  She
tried not to watch as he composed himself but she
had to sneak one last look.  The young man certainly
was impressive.
	
	Ten minutes later, a phone call for assistance
caused the old warehouse to indeed be swarming
with members of the GCPD.  Led by a cigar
chomping Sgt. Bullock, they quickly led an
infuriated Parker Mob to waiting Police vans.
	“We found the Batmobile out back.” 
Bullock said to Robin.  “Looks like one of the
harpies put a few rounds into the tires for laughs.”
	“Great.”  Robin muttered.  “This night is
getting better and better.”
	“Don’t sweat it, kid.”  Bullock growled.
“I’ve already talked to Chief O’Hara and he’s
sending  a flatbed truck over to take it to the Police
garage over on Barnaby Street.  Batman left two
sets of those special tires you use over there just in
case he ever needed them.  They’ll have you back on
the road in about an hour or two.”
	“Thanks.”  said Robin.
	“Meanwhile, we’ll be glad to give you a lift
over there or down to Police Headquarters. ” added
Bullock.
	“Nah, I’ll get there on my own.”  Robin said
in a tone that said he really didn’t want to be around
the men of Bullock’s Strike Force right now. 
	From the funny looks they had all given him,
and the sly smiles on more than a few faces, he knew
Ma Parker had told them all about the blow job she
had given him.
	“Suit yourself, kid.”  Bullock said as he
turned and followed the rest of the Task Force out
the door.
	
	Robin stood there a few moments. watching
them leave.  It had been one screwed up night. And
it wasn’t going to be any better tomorrow night
when Batman got back and heard all about it. No
one would have to tell him, it would be the but of a
dozen jokes in every police bar by midnight.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* 
	
	“I’d offer you a ride, but where could I take
you.”  Batgirl said as she stepped up to him.
	“I guess we could always go out for Pizza.” 
he quipped, trying to put his worries behind him.  “I
haven’t eaten since this morning.”
	“I do think we’d be more than a little
conspicuous in these outfits.”  Batgirl smiled,
remembering that she too had missed dinner. “I
guess there’s always takeout.”
	“I’ve got a better idea.”  Robin responded in
a burst of sudden inspiration. “Come on.”  he added
as he headed for the Bat-Cycle.
	
	“All right, were to?”  Batgirl asked as she
slid behind the handle bars and motioned for Robin
to squeeze in behind her.
	“1939 Kane St.”  Robin said as he slid in
behind her and put his arms around her waist.
	
	Again speeding though the night, Batgirl
noticed that the vibration of the cycle between his
legs had the same effect on Robin that it usually had
on her.  She could feel his erect cock pressed up
against her ass as he pressed tight against her.  She
had to admit as she smiled under her cowl, it was a
nice feeling.  	

	Pulling up to a long row of brownstones on
Kane Street, Batgirl slowed in front of 1939.  It was
only a half mile to her own apartment, a section of
old Gotham that had seen a new life with an influx
of young urban professionals during the last decade.
A four story walkup, a sign in the front yard
identified it as being renovated by Waynecorp, a
subsidy of Wayne Enterprises.
	“Do you live here?”  Batgirl asked in a
confused tone.
	“Not exactly,” came the reply from behind
her.  “It’s sort of a safe house.  Better take the cycle
around back.”
	
	Parking the gold and blue motorbike in the
empty alley behind the building, Batgirl watched as
Robin covered it with a large gray tarp hidden
behind the garbage cans.    
	“That should hide it.”  he said, satisfied that
it was hidden from casual observers.
	“I supposed there’s a back door.”  Batgirl
said as she looked up and down the alleyway.
	“Not exactly,”  Robin said as he pointed up
to the overhead fire escape. “But there is a back
window.”
	“Right.”  Batgirl replied.  “The story of my
life.”
	
	It only took a minute for them to reach the
third floor landing.  Robin paused at the large high
window and reached into his utility belt for a small
electronic device.  Batgirl watched as he activated it
and then ran it along the outside of the window
frame.  An audible click filled the night air as it
passed over the lock.
	“It also deactivated the alarms.”  the Teen
Wonder said in way of explanation as he returned
the small unit to his belt.  “After you.”  he said as he
pulled open the window.
	
	Batgirl’s first impression upon entering the
small three room apartment was that she’d been
there before.  It was impossible of course, but it was
all so familiar.
	“Well, what do you think?”  Robin said as he
closed the window behind him.  “A lot better than
eating off the back of your bike.”
	“It’s nice.”  Batgirl said.  “You might find
this funny, but I feel like I’ve seen this place before.”
	“Deja Vu, huh.”  Robin laughed, as if he was
enjoying some little joke.
	With that he walked over to a small coffee
table and picked up a small neighborhood phone
book.  Opening it to the restaurant section, he
scanned a few ads.
	“What do you feel like having?”  he asked. 
“Italian?  Mexican? There’s a really great seafood
place about two blocks over.”
	“That’d be fine.”  Batgirl said as she picked
up a small stack of mail by the front door and
examined it.  Mostly it consisted of bills and such.
	“B. Ward.”  she said as she read the name on
the phone bill.  “A friend of yours?”
	“Actually, that’s the name of some second
rate actor that was on this really lame superhero
show when I was a kid.”  he said as began to dial the
phone.  “I found the name in an old TV Guide and
put all the utilities in his name.  Couldn’t really put it
under Batman or Robin, could I?”
	“I guess not.”  Batgirl mused.
	Her attention was then caught by a R.J.
Nickels catalog resting next to the mail.  An
identical mail order book had been delivered to her
apartment last month.  In fact she’d been flipping
through it just the other day looking for a new sofa.
	“That’s it.”  she said to herself as she quickly
flipped though the pages until she came to the one
she was looking for.  “I don’t believe it, you bought
the whole room.”
	Robin grinned as he looked at the two page
photo in the catalog, identical in every way to the
room they were now standing in. Right down to the
framed pictures on the wall.
	“It was easier that way, we have twelve
apartments like this scattered across the six
boroughs.”  Robin explained.  “Really didn’t have
time to shop around and decorate them all.”
	Without realizing it, Robin had confirmed
Batgirl’s long standing belief that Batman had to
have a great deal of money behind him.  A quick
addition of the prices in the glossy photo put the
cost of just this room at almost six thousand dollars. 
And they had twelve apartments like this.  As
Barbara Gordon, Batgirl could just about afford the
rent on her apartment, much less pay for apartments
that were empty most of the time.  
	
	The buzz of the intercom interrupted
anything Batgirl might have wanted to say.  Robin
walked over to the wall and pressed it.
	“Seafood Delight.”  said the voice over the
speaker.
	“Come on up.”  Robin said.
	“That was fast.”  Batgirl commented as
Robin pushed the buzzer that unlocked the front
door.
	“I’ve ordered from there before.”  he
explained.  “They know the tip increases the faster
they get the food here.”
	“Another casual reference to being used to
have money to burn.” Batgirl thought.
	“If you’ll wait in the other room, I’ll pay for
the food.”  Robin said as he pulled a bathrobe over
his costume and tightened the sash.
	“Sure, no problem.” she replied as she
stepped into the adjacent bedroom.
	Closing the door half way behind her,
watched from behind as Robin removed his mask
and answered the door.  If she stood were she was,
she’d see his face as he turned around.  As simple as
it would be to explain as an accident, it wasn’t
something she could bring herself to do.  Instead she
stepped back into the room and awaited Robin’s
call.
	
	“Dinner’s ready.”  the Teen Wonder called
out.
	“Page 215, I see.”  Batgirl said as she walked
back into the living room.
	“What?”  a confused Robin said.
	“The bedroom, page 215 of the catalog.” 
she said.
	“Oh yeah, right.”
	
	The two made themselves as comfortable as
they could.  Capes and gloves were draped across
the couch, utility belts piled on top of them.  Sitting
on the floor, the food covered coffee table between
them, they ate and discussed the life of a
crimefighter.
	
	“Has anything like this evening ever
happened to you before?”  Batgirl asked as she took
a bite of her broiled shrimp.
	Robin stopped in mid-bite.  The expression
on his face told her that she might’ve made a big
mistake asking that question.  It was obvious that
tonight hadn’t been the first time.
	“I’m sorry, I really had no right to ask
something like that.  I was just curious.  I
apologize.”
	Wiping the food residue from his face, Robin
look across the table into her rich green eyes. He sat
silent for a few moments and then said.
	“Do you really want to know?”
	Batgirl  nodded in agreement.
	Once he began, it was hard for him to stop. 
Batgirl was sure that this was the first time he had
ever really talked to anyone about this aspect of his
career.
	  He told her of his loss of virginity to The
Catwoman.  Of his encounter with Jessica Taylor, an
encounter that had been repeated several times
before she moved to San Diego.  He even admitted
to a male experience he’d had when a young thug
had performed oral sex on him while guarding him. 
An act he had reciprocated.
	Batgirl listened intently as Robin talked.  She
wasn’t put off by his story, not even his revelation of
a same sex act.  After all, more than a few times
lately she’d been wondering to herself that perhaps
she was missing something by not at least trying the
charms of a sapphic relationship. 
	What she found interesting was that in all his
experiences, tonight included, there was a aspect of
submissiveness.  Of a helplessness that increased his
sexual satisfaction.  The look on his face as he talked
mirrored that he showed while tied up back in the
warehouse being serviced by Ma Parker.  
	Batgirl could feel a renewed wetness
between her legs as she visualized the stories he had
just told.  She could only guess at what Jessica or
his male lover had looked like.  The Catwoman on
the other hand was a know criminal.  Batgirl had
even encountered Selina Kyle after her return to
Gotham and a life of crime. In her skin tight catsuit,
it wasn’t hard to imagine what she would look like
naked.  The image of that naked body atop Robin,
riding him, taking his cherry - fucking him - was
almost too much to bear.  She suddenly realized that
her breathing had become labored. 
	“Has anything like that happened to you?”  
	“What?”  Batgirl said, her mind suddenly
dismissing the sexual images that had occupied it.  
	“I asked if anything like that had ever
happened like that to you.?”  Robin repeated.
	Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Batgirl
was relieved to realize that Robin hadn’t noticed her
state of arousal over his tale. If her costume weren’t
so reinforced, she’d be afraid to stand up, sure that
her pants would be covered with a large stain.
	“Once, in the very beginning.”  she began.
	It wasn’t a story she liked remembering,
much less telling someone.  But Robin had bared his
soul and she could do no less. It was funny but she’d
never considered the idea that a male hero could
suffer sexual assault.  Up until this moment she
thought it was something that only heroines had to
worry about.
	It was only a few months after becoming
Batgirl.  She’d tried tracking down The Joker, not
realizing in her youthful exuberance how far out of
her league she was. Of course she easily fell into his
trap.
	Bound to a gurney, rape was the furthest
concern from her mind.  The Joker had a reputation
as a homicidal maniac and Batgirl feared for the
worst.  It was only when he dismissed his gang and
climbed atop her helpless body that she feared she’d
be raped before anything else.
	In her worst nightmares, she could still see
the small chalky white cock, surrounded by green
pubic hair that Joker removed from his purple pants. 
Straddling her waist, he had proceeded to play with
it, masturbating it to it’s full five inches.  Barbara
sometimes found it astonishing that at that moment,
on the verge of being ravaged and perhaps worse,
she wondered if his smallness was the result of the
chemical bath that had transformed him into The
Joker.  If so, that might’ve been enough to have
driven him mad.
	Bracing for the worst, she was confused
when the tall man suddenly shot his load, all over
her large yellow bat-insignia.  A chilling, echoing
laugh filled the air as he smeared the small residue
across her lycra covered breasts.  Then without so
much as another word, he jumped off her and left.
	After she freed herself, a still trembling
Batgirl had made her way home and burned that
particular costume in her fireplace.  It was almost a
month before she could bring herself to put on her
spare and venture out once more into the night.
	“Damn.”  was the only response Robin could
think of.

	Batgirl decided to change the subject. 
Reaching behind her into a small pocket of her cape,
she removed the handcuffs she’d freed Robin from
earlier.  They were a real old pair, over sixty years
old.  She’d saved them to give to her father as a
present.  He had a large collection of police
memorabilia in his house.  There’d been a Gordon
on at least one police force somewhere for the last
four generations.  Barbara had broken the tradition,
but somehow she felt she was doing something
better.  
	
	“Those cuffs gave me a lot of trouble.” 
Robin said, taking her cue to change the subject. “I
tried every thing I could remember Batman ever
teaching me but I couldn’t get them loose.  They’re
impossible to get out of.”
	
	“Click!”
	
	Batgirl grinned in embarrassment as she held
the opened cuff in her hand.  It had taken her less
than thirty seconds to open them.  The key was still
in her cape.
	“I don’t believe it!”  Robin said in a shocked
tone.  “How’d you do that?”
	Batgirl smiled a little brighter.  Her little ruse
had worked.  Robin’s mind was now totally on the
old handcuffs.
	“Don’t feel bad.”  she offered in way of
apology.  “There’s a trick to it.”
	“What kind of trick?”  
	“Well here, I’ll show you.”  she continued as
she again manipulated the old metal joints until they
again popped open.  “See, its not all that hard once
you know how to do it.”
	Robin looked closely at the restraints as
Batgirl went through it again, this time a little more
slowly.  As before, they opened easily.

The entire Ann Douglas collection,as well as a multitude of other great
stories can be found in the alt.sex.stories.moderated archive

If you are just looking for a part of one of my stories go to

http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year97/dec.html

For the main page with full listings go to

http://www.qz.to/~eli/erotica/assm/


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