Subject: RP:_Batgirl_vs._The_Crime...(3/5,FF,Bond,Adv)
From: "S.Sneakly" <sneakly@geocities.com>
Date: Sun, Oct 12, 1997 13:30 EDT
Message-id: <4814eli$9710121327@qz.little-neck.ny.us>


I've read and enjoyed several Batgirl stories over the past few years,
notably those by The Weatherman and Mr.X.   If you like this story check
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_Batgirl_vs._The_Crime_School_for_Girls_

Part III
Batgirl's Van der Graaf Spot

by S.Sneakly  (sneakly@geocities.com)

    When Barbara stirred from unconsciousness, she had fleeting memories of
her love making sessions with her old flame, Pinky Pinkston.  At first
she didn't know why.  Her thoughts were all a jumble.  Eventually, she
realized that she was working on a case as Batgirl. But the details were
fuzzy.  Her aching head wasn't able to focus on her surroundings, but
they had a vague familiarity to them.  She closed her eyes to stop the
swimming sensation that was overwhelming her.  

    Sucking air into her lungs, she opened her eyes and looked out on the
familiar surroundings of Pinky's Parlor.  The lavish decor was much the
same as Pinky had left it.  Like the outside of the building the parlor
was the epitome of English country living, dark, heavy wood panels,
towering windows with thick red velvet drapes and tied back with thick
gold cords.

    Lounging on a the a red divan was Lady Penelope Peasoup, dress in a
brown tweed jacket and a dark tweed skirt with polished black riding
boots.  She was slowly fondling her riding crop as she watched her
victim come round.

    "You missed your train, Batgirl. Or rather the train missed you."  She
smiled an evilly benign smile.  "You'd make lovely kindling, my dear." 
She gently flexed her swagger stick.  Barbara realized that the reason
she didn't recognize the room immediately was her perspective. Lady
Penelope had tied her to a massive a log in the center of the immense
fireplace.  She pulled the at her wrists, she could feel that they were
bound with the one of the heavy gold sashes.  As before, Lady Penelope's
rope work was impeccable.  Barbara looked around, trying hard to hide
her panic.  She was laying bound to one of the three large logs in the
midst of a very medieval looking hearth. It was twelve foot wide and
over eight foot high.  She was bound in an intricate lace work of gold
sash cords. Binding her ankles, knees and waist to one of the three
large logs.  The gold cords securely framed her breasts and a loop of
sash was double coiled around her neck.

    "Yes, that would be most interesting.  Batgirl flambe.  I bet that
you'd make a wonderful snap-crackle-pop."  She itched neck with leather
flat of the small whip.  "April was quite happy to see you.  She was
supposed to spend a full day in the discipline corner as penance for
losing my text books in customs.     

    Barbara discreatly started testing her bonds.  At first, she gently
tugged at her wrists, then tried pulling at the ropes pinning her
ankles.  The more she pulled, the more inescapable the rope work
seemed.  Before she knew it, she was focusing all her efforts into the
diablic web of rope.
   
    "That's right Batgirl, struggle! Struggle hard!" She was rubbing the
butt of her riding of riding crop over the crotch of her pants.  She
raised one boot and placed it on the divan spreading her legs wide. 
Barbara could see the knuckles of lady Penelope's hand becoming white as
she gripped the stick and forced it into dark reaches beneath her skirt.

    "Yes! I could easily set you to flames. But that would be no fun at
all!  Do you feel the ropes getting tighter my dear?  I tied you with a
wonderful combination of self-tightening slip knots.  The more you
struggle the tighter the ropes will pull."  

    Barbara could already feel the rope around her neck pulling her head
back to the log.  The rest of the ropes that secured her to the log had
also lost much of their play.  Barbara stopped her struggles.  

    "You'll never get away with this Lady Penelope." Barbara kept gently
testing the ropes as she talked, not wanting to give up the possibility
of quick escape.

    "I've heard that before," she smiled down at the web of ropes, knowing
their many diabolical and potentially fatal intricacies.  

    "Yeah, and they sentenced you to Slutmore Prison after the last time." 
Barbara was feeling defiant.  Although she wasn't sure why, considering
the predicament.  

    ‘Touche Batgirl, but that brings up another point that I wanted to
discuss with you."  She rose from the divan arched her back in a mock,
cat like stretch.  "I believe I owe you something for my
incarceration."  She walked over and squatted down next the bound crime
fighter. 

    Her eyes locked onto the face of her young victim.  An evil grin slid
across her face as she gently caressed Batgirl's neck with the slender
whip.  "Yes, I do believe I'm owed a bit of entertainment." 

    The leather tip of the riding crop slid down the length of Barbara's
torso. She reflexively struggled to escape the touch.

    "Hmmm, that's right Batgirl, when it's just talk, you have no need to
fight the ropes.  But suppose that I want to do more than talk?" the tip
of the crop rested on Barbara's pubis.  "How much self control do you
have then?"

    The small whip moved with lightning speed.  The small flap of leather
stung down on Barbara's pubis, biting down through the thin fabric of
her outfit.  

    Surprised, Barbara struggled briefly to protect herself from the whip. 
As the sting faded from the her sex, Barbara realized that her short
spasm had cinched the rope work tighter around her body.

    "That's a good idea, Batgirl, don't loose control.  The more you
flinch, the shorter the time we have."  Lady Penelope raised her whip
hand menacingly.  Her eyes were intent on Batgirl's face.  She was well
amused by Barbara's efforts at self-control.  She toyed with the idea of
taking another wack.  No, she thought, that wouldn't be as productive. 
She didn't want Batgirl to have the satisfaction of a minor victory.  

    She had the luxury of time alone with her prey, plenty of time.  It
would take her students hours to finish the preparations.

    "So, tell me Batgirl what's it like to be the pretty little helpmate to
BATMAN?"  She lay her crop across her knees and slowly pulled at her
riding gloves, loosening one finger at a time.  "I wonder, how grateful
he must be to have this plucky little lass fighting at his side."  She
pulled the gloves from her hands.

    Barbara shifted uncomfortably on the log.  As she did so, she could
feel the gold sash cord pull a little tighter around her breasts.

    "Tut-tut! Batgirl! You shouldn't let people get the better of you.
It'll be the death of you."  Barbara felt the cool touch of Lady
Penelope's hand on the flat of her stomach.  The unexpectedly cold
fingers sent a chill through Barbara's body.  She sensed her nipples
swelling and goose bumps breaking out across her flesh.

    "Are you cold Batgirl?  I could start a fire, you know."  She leered at
the bound heroine with the evil gaze of a professor wanting to trade for
a grade.  "I know that your starting one for me!"  

    She slid her hand down to the waist of Barbara's outfit.  Without
hesitation, her cool fingers slipped beneath the snug lycra of her hip
huggers.  Penelope forced her hand into the small forest of soft, moist
hair that surrounded the meadow of Batgirl's sex.  The tip of her
fingers parted Barbara's labia.  The villain made slow circles over the
end of Barbara's urethra, gently grinding her sharp nails against her
pussy. 

    Barbara closed her eyes, she could feel the moisture collecting around
the probing hand as her tightly lashed body found the rhythm of Lady
Penelope's motion.  She pulled gently at the golden ropes as her body
swayed toward climax.  Barbara could feel the smooth, thick ropes
tightening their malevolent embrace.  Torturously gripping her ever more
tightly as Penelope Peasoup probed ever deeper into Barbara.

    "I could make this moment last forever," Penelope moaned, pressing her
lips over Batgirl's weak, trembling mouth.  

    Barbara was too overwhelmed with sensation to offer any protest.  She
pushed her head forward, digging her tongue into Penelope's mouth. 
Oblivious to everything but the hot breath of her captor and the deep
penetration bringing her to a squirming orgasm.  The two women held the
embrace for what seemed to Barbara like an agonizing eternity, her body
rigid and shuddering.  She held her breath as she realized the insidious
intent of Penelope's passion.

    The ropes around Barbara's body had lost all play.  The sash cords had
dug deeply into chest, making it hard for her to breath and pressed her
breasts together so that they felt like they were being pressed with a
giant clamp.  Her elbows had been forced back, as the ropes binding them
had shortened.  The rope coiled around her delicate throat had tightened
considerably.

    "Don't worry Batgirl, the rope around neck isn't designed to kill you.
It may get tighter, but not lethally so.  The other ropes, I'm afraid,
are not so forgiving."  She pulled her fingers from the Barbara's come
soaked pants.  "But you must admit, it is a lot more fun than getting
run over by train!"  Penelope sucked the heroine's juices from her
fingers as if indulging in an over ripe fruit.

    "Oh, I wouldn't know Penelope.  Why don't you try it and let me know
what you find out."  Barbara was struggling to recover her composure.
    
    Penelope couldn't help but chuckle.  "Forever defiant, Stiff upper lip
and all that.  You just need the accent and you'd make a perfect English
copper."

    She smiled, "But, a few more orgasms like that and I won't be telling
you anything Batgirl!  In the mean time, lets get rid of this pesky
utility belt."  Lady Penelope reached down and deftly undid the Chinese
puzzle lock that had foiled May and June earlier.

    "Yes, Batgirl, your little bauble might have been a problem for my
students, but I wrote the book!"  She motioned to the stack of books
near the divan.  She carefully slid the belt from around Barbara's waist
and tossed it back onto the divan.

    "That will make a pleasant little keepsake of the times we've had.  You
don't mind do you?"  She gave a saccharine smile as if she were offering
the vicar another scone.

    "No, by all means, have fun!"  Barbara remarked, trying to seem
unconcerned.  I hope she plays with that in the other room, Barbara
thought.  There were several charged high-voltage capacitors, plastic
explosives and an assortment of chemicals on the belt.  None of which
were marked.  If Lady Penelope Peasoup was careless, she would end up
just a soupy spattering on the wall.

    Lady Penelope stood up. "Fortunately, for us the former tenant of this
lovely home had a bit of a perverse bent herself."  Penelope strode over
to a large trunk that had been set next to the fireplace's hearth. 

    "I wonder what the boys at Genital Electric R&D have come up with?" 
She knelt down and rummaged through the box, shifting the contents, as
if she were browsing the bargain bin at Harrod's.

    "Hmmm... what does this do?" She pulled out a long metallic dildo. 
Near the top of the shaft was black studded ring.  At the tip was a
similarly studded black ball. She pressed a button on the handle and the
device started to whine.  The ball and the ring spun in opposite
directions.

    "Too much torque, I'm afraid." She let it run over her the back of her
hand.  "But it does have potential."  She lay it on the floor next to
the box.

    "Ooooh, I do love a good flogger."  Four leather braids dangled from a
short, slightly drooping handle.  Barbara could see the glint of silver
at the end of each braid.  She realized that Penelope had modified the
all of these toys to her own perverted needs.  She continued to sort
through the box collecting an assortment of clamps, gags, restraints,
and all manners of sex toys, each modified from its original design to a
new insidious style of torture. 

    "How about these?"  She held up a set of Ben-wa balls.  She clicked the
to small balls together.  Batgirl watched with horror as yellow flames
shot from them.  "That would provide a shocking climax, don't you
think?"                                 

    "Let me tell you, Batgirl, it's quite the shame.  So many toys so
little time." Suddenly Penelope's face lit up.

    "Ohhhh, now this has got to be IT!!"  She pulled a box wrapped in a
rubber mat from the trunk.  "This is the toy of the future.  She brought
it back over to the bound heroine and placed it on the flag stone. 
Unfolding the mat revealed a small apparatus, consisting of an electric
motor connected to a fly wheel.  A set of contacts fed wire leads that
disappeared into the side of the mat.  The mat itself unfolded to reveal
itself as a small Persian carpet, about four by three feet and backed
with a heavy layer of white rubber.

    "What do you think?"  Lady Penelope smiled.

    "Caucasian, I think.  Probably woven about 1815."  Barbara answered. 
The rug was pretty, but the ugly rubber mat on the bottom made it almost
worthless as an antique.

    "Very good Batgirl, but the weave wasn't what I was inquiring about." 
Lady Penelope spread the carpet out next to Batgirl's bound figure.  She
put the device on the floor and crossed to an outlet by the wall.  She
strode back jauntily after plugging it in.

    Barbara felt Penelope's hands roughly undoing the side  zipper of her
Batgirl pants.  Once unzipped they were pulled down so that Barbara's
still moist sex was fully exposed.  Penelope spent several minutes
adjusting the rope work so that Barbara's thighs were slightly parted. 
She then took the time to ensure that her Batgirl top was also adjusted
out of the way, leaving her breasts exposed to the cool air of the
room.  After the exertions of her earlier torment, the air dried the
sweat from her breasts making the nipples swell slightly.

    "Do you remember your high school science classes?  Do remember those
clever demonstrations in static electricity?  The one where you would
hold onto the static generator and your hair would stand up?  Hhmm, what
were they called, Van der Graaf Generators?  Yes, that's it!"  Lady
Penelope was enjoying her little flourish of theater.

    "Well my dear Batgirl, this little box converts the AC current from the
wall outlet into a DC current similar to that produced by a Van der
Graaf Generator. A fairly large one at that."  The corners of her mouth
curled slightly in evil grin.

    "The charge is fed into this lovely oriental rug, Caucasian, circa
1815, as you correctly pointed out.  It's been insulated from the floor
with a thick rubber layer.  It's also been coated with a clear coating
of conductive spray."  She clicked the switch on the outside of the
box.  It whirred slightly as its small electric motor started to
generate a charge.  Barbara could see the loose hairs in Penelope's
tightly coiled bun stand up as they repelled one another.

    Lady Penelope held the tip of her finger an inch above Barbara's erect
nipple.  "I thought you'd have trouble resisting the anticipation of
this."  She admired the shape of the swollen areola.  Both women watched
and waited.

    A blue light jumped from the tip of Penelope's finger to the erect
Bat-nipple.  Barbara let out a howl of surprise as the loud crack echoed
through the large parlor.  Lady Penelope laughed and shook the sensation
from her hand.  Barbara's sensitive nipple smarted from the strong
shock.  She pulled at the ropes convulsively, feeling them cinching
tighter.

    "I never thought of you as a noisy lover, Batgirl. But I guess learning
is an ongoing experience."  She hoped off the mat and ran over to her
toy chest.  When she returned she had a small bundle stuff.  The first
was long purple clothe gag.  She took the long strip of silk and started
coiling it over Barbara's mouth.  The first two passes she pulled tight
between Barbara's teeth.  The final two passes covered her lips and
chin.  She pulled it snug as she could and knotted it in the back.
Barbara's protests at the sight of the other items were effectively
silenced.        

    After securing the gag over Barbara's mouth, Penelope slipped on a pair
elegant white gloves.  They were made of a shear white lace and went
only as far as the wrist, where they ended with a frilly trim.  "These
are to dampen the shocks." She smiled at the uncomfortably squirming
Batgirl. "For me," she added, making sure that Barbara understood she
wasn't going to receive any mercy.

    Picking up a black dildo, Penelope smiled, "this is Ben."  She clicked
a button on the side and it whirred to life. Penelope drew the sleek
black dildo across her neck, allowing the power of its motor to massage
her skin.  Eventually, she let it slide down her body until it passed
the hem of her skirt and the slipped up towards her sex.  Barbara could
see in Lady Penelope's face when the vibrator penetrated her body.  She
fell forward from her squatting position to her knees as she let the
vibrator stimulate her inner reaches.  She leaned her head back and let
out a low moan as a shudder passed through her.  She stayed like that
for several seconds, savoring the sensation.

    She pulled the glistening black plaything from her body.  "Now it's
your turn, Batgirl!"  Barbara fidgeted as the Lady Penelope moved the
vibrator towards the defenseless heroine.  Barbara puffed heavily
through the gag, her eyes locked on the buzzing black piece.  She pulled
at the cords binding her wrists and the tried in vain to close her
thighs to the intruder.

    At the last moment she closed her eyes in anticipation of the shock. 
Instead she felt the soft touch of the vibrator against the head of her
clit.  Her sex was still moist and receptive from the fear and
excitement of her earlier torment and the dildo found no resistance in
entering her.  Penelope expertly maneuvered the dildo through the
intricacies of Barbara's pussy.  She pushed it tauntingly deep and then
teasingly back, driving Barbara to the edge.  

    Despite the growing stress of the ropes on her body, Barbara responded
with deep sensual movement of hips and body.  She closed her eyes and
arched her back, reaching for the peak of orgasm.  

    Seeing her prey lost in the euphoria of the moment, Lady Penelope let
her ride the orgasm to peak.  Just as Barbara was quivering in climax,
Penelope's finger slid along the shaft of dildo.  When it was only a
fraction of an inch from the juice soaked hairs of Barbara's snatch, the
static discharge jumped the gap and sent Barbara flying into a longer,
deeper spasm of painful ecstasy than she could ever imagine.

    Barbara could feel the ropes encasing her body tighten as the orgasm
floated her in what seemed to be and endless rush of endorphins spiked
with adrenaline.

    As her mind returned to her, she could hear Lady Penelope cooing like
dove in her aristocratic English accent.  "Yes Batgirl, the ropes will
get tighter, but the tighter they get, the slower they'll contract.  So
we can play like this for quite a long time before I get to hear you
ribs start to snap!"  The quiver in her voice made it clear to Barbara
that Penelope Peasoup was sharing in the intensity of the bound girl's
sensation.   

    Barbara watched as Lady Penelope lorded over the helpless Batgirl, she
reveled in the smooth athletic form glistening with sweat under the
confining strain of golden cordage.   Penelope leaned over, extending
her long snakelike tongue towards the erect peak of Barbara's nipple.  A
moment later her head jerked back reflexively as the powerful shock
stunned both women.  

    Barbara squirmed in her bondage, desperate to escape.  She groaned and
moaned into her gag as the smarting sensation in her breast and aching
pussy started to subside.  It felt like someone had whipped it with a
wire of infinitesimal size and infinite mass. It burned, but she knew
that Penelope would only get crueler as her body became more sensitized
to the diabolically electrified touch.

  	"Excuse me Mistress Penelope."  It was April, May and June.  They
were standing in a row near the parlor's entrance.  They were all
dressed in the same uniform that Barbara had found April wearing while
tied up in the turret.  They were white cotton blouses and navy blue
tailored skirts.  Barbara noticed that the skirts had slits up the left
side, so that when they stood at attention with there feet planted
slightly a part, their white stockinged legs were exposed almost to the
thigh. 

    April was the smallest of the three, next was May and finally June. 
May and June looked even more girlish than they had the night before at
the docks.  Unlike April, they were both brunettes and not as busty. 
But they both had very attractive builds, slim and rather on the leggy
side.  Barbara thought that the two might even be sisters.  That would
explain the competitive nature they showed last night.  All three girls
had their hair tied in efficient pony tails.  From the dust on their
saddle shoes, Barbara guessed they that were just back from some sort of
work detail.

    "We've finished preparing the basement."  June announced with the air
of a senior cadet.

    Lady Penelope looked back at the exhausted Batgirl. She had been
methodically working over her victim for more than an hour and the ropes
around Barbara's chest, thighs and abdomen had cinched so tight that
breathing had become difficult.  Penelope had thought things were
finally getting to their most interesting.  She sighed.  "Very well, you
finished before I did, so let us go see how it looks."

    It was only then that Barbara realized that Lady Penelope had only been
toying with her victim, using her torment to while away the time as her
students finished some devious project in the basement.

    "So Batgirl, what do you know about quatum mechanics?"  Because of the
thick purple gag in her mouth, the question was obviously rhetorical. 
But Barbara felt herself shudder from the tone in Lady Penelope's voice.

HOLY BAT-GASM!!! WHAT DIABOLICAL DESTINY HAS PENELOPE PEASOUP GOT
COOKING????  IS THIS BAGIRLS FINAL EXAM???? DOES LADY PEASOUP HAVE SOME
ATOM SMASHING IN HER LESSON PLAN????

FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EXCITING EPISODE OF _BATGIRL_VS_THE_CRIME_
SCHOOL_FOR_GIRLS_!!!!!
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