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Batgirl - The Untold Origin
Part 3

"I love you," Barbara Gordon told her father as she kissed him
goodbye. His light brown trench coat rustled softly as he moved down
the hallway away from her. She knew this had been difficult for him.
Partly he didn't want to see his little girl growing up, and partly he
truly felt that eighteen was too young to be living alone in a place
like Gotham City, especially when there was a secure police
commissioner's home where she would always be welcome.

But Barbara had made up her mind, and her father knew by now not to
argue too long and hard with her. She turned away from the closed door
and scanned her apartment. It had taken her months to find just the
right place. Ground floor, a secure entrance to a little-used alley,
even a storage space for her motorcycle, a special, highly modified
bike. A vehicle that would overcome her inability to swing through the
rooftops like the man she admired.

Evening was settling in. She closed all the blinds and undressed, and
brought out from the dresser the body stocking she'd also specially
modified to her new needs. She pulled the black skin-tight outfit on,
wrapped the bright yellow cape around her shoulders, and pulled on the
cowl, complete with red wig, over her head.

Barbara examined herself in the mirror. It was not the first time
she'd worn it, but it felt like it. Tonight was to be Batgirl's debut.

The girl smiled behind her mask. The outfit certainly wasn't one to
strike terror into the hearts of evildoers, like Batman's, but that
was okay. There's more than one way to disarm an opponent, she
thought. Like making him think you're frail and helpless.

She nodded once with approval at the costumed figure in the mirror,
saw it was dark outside, and left by the alley door. Moments later,
she was racing down the side streets of Gotham City's seamier section
on her whisper-quiet cycle.

When she neared the address she sought, she pulled into an alley and
parked behind a dumpster. Drawing a thin line out of the yellow belt
on her shapely hips, she tossed a loop around a gargoyle four stories
up and climbed with ease. The pure balance she once had may be gone,
she thought, but she still had pure athleticism on her side.

On the roof, she silently glided to the lone skylight, then looked
through only to be bitterly disappointed. Below she saw a dozen men
knocked unconscious or securely bound. Something caught the corner of
her eye, and she turned to catch a momentary glimpse of a bat-like
figure three buildings away. He had beaten her to the punch, so to
speak.

It had taken Barbara three weeks to pick up enough leads from her
father and other contacts she had made to locate the Riddler's band.
They had planned to break him out of prison, but Batman had made sure
their plans had failed.

Batgirl heard sirens and decided it was time to slip away. Her first
effort was a failure. Her next, she thought grimly, would not be.

**********

"He's escaped prison, sir!"

Barbara could clearly hear the urgency in the officer's voice over the
speaker phone. Her father was across his office pouring himself a cup
of coffee.

"Who escaped?" James Gordon growled.

"Micah Bender!"

There was a sudden, dreadful silence in the commissioner's office as
its two occupants stared intently at each other. Barbara felt her gut
churn once.

"Dammit! How does this happen?!" Gordon bellowed. "I want every man on
this force tearing the city apart until he's found!" He stabbed the
button on the phone so hard the instrument flipped over. Fuming, he
slammed the phone on his desk right side up again. "Barbara, I want-"

"No Dad," Barbara interrupted firmly. "I'm not moving home again every
time some pervert escapes."

"This isn't any pervert and you know it. There's every reason to
believe he'll come after you again!"

"I can handle him Dad. I'm not a fourteen-year-old kid anymore."

"You don't understand. He's not stupid. The warden reports Bender has
been studying hard on bio-chemistry, specifically hallucinogenic
drugs. We don't know how much he's learned. You may not be a kid, but
he's a lot more dangerous than he ever was."

"Well, you ought to have a good idea where to start looking for him
then," Barbara told him as she got up to leave.

"What?"

Barbara smiled at her father from the door. "Chemicals. He'll be
wanting a lot of them. And specialized ones, as well. Where can he get
them?"

She saw her father's face, could see his mind suddenly racing with the
possibilities, and was glad not for the first time that he could be so
easily distracted from family to professional interests. She left his
office, safely free of their argument.

Catching the bus, the girl considered this development. It was true
that Mind Bender might come for her again. She'd heard whispers of him
swearing vengeance on her and Batman. She smiled at the idea.

Something else was true. He would need chemicals if, as seemed likely,
he planned to use hallucinogens to give literal meaning to his nom de
plume. The question wasn't so much where he would get them, but where
he could get enough of them for his purposes with the entire police
force on alert for him. All the traditional warehouses and outlets
would be protected.

Fortunately, Barbara knew a thing or two about chemistry herself, and
she was aware of the one place in the city where Mind Bender might
find what he needed unimpeded. The only real question was whether the
Batman would figure it out as well.

**********

Batgirl shifted uneasily in the bushes. It was two in the morning, and
there was no sign of him yet. Had she miscalculated? Would he strike
tonight at all?

She heard a slight rustle far away to the right. Following the sound
with her eyes, she saw a security guard doing his rounds. But even as
she looked, he suddenly doubled over and collapsed. From nowhere five
men appeared around the fallen guard, including one figure wearing the
green and yellow costume of Mind Bender.

"This is it, boys," she heard him say as he pulled a dart from the
guard's body. "Like we planned it, and quickly!"

With well-timed precision the men moved to the doorway in front of
Batgirl, put something on the lock and turned their eyes. A blinding
flash, and the lock was melted away. Behind Batgirl, safely caged, a
lion grumbled, disturbed from his sleep by the light.

Settle down, Tabby, Batgirl thought. I'll stop them. Looks like I'm
the only one who realized what Mr. Bender needs is right here in the
veterinary stores of Gotham Zoo.

The men vanished into the building, and in a moment Batgirl followed
suit. She'd made sure to study the blueprints of this building at the
library, and so was able to move around without the aid of a
flashlight.

She could hear them ahead, rustling about. No whispered commands were
given, which told her they had somehow carefully rehearsed all this in
the little time Mind Bender had been free. She hoped it would also
mean the unexpected entrance of a costumed crime fighter would confuse
them enough to give her a decided advantage.

She crept forward, silently stalking her prey. Soon, from behind a
counter in the lab, she could see them. Mind Bender's grotesque
costume brought forth a flood of unpleasant memories to the novice
hero, some she had thought permanently forgotten. Her stomach churned
slightly as she recalled the atrocities that man had done to her, and
a cold sweat broke out on her cowled forehead.

Batgirl shook her head, trying to brush away the unpleasant
recollections. This was no time for uncertainty and indecision. Still,
she was unable to keep her hands from trembling as she withdrew a
bat-a-rang modeled after Batman's own.

This is it, she thought, and leapt over the countertop, hurling the
bat-a-rang toward one of the gang. Her trembling hand was slightly
off, and it only grazed the back of the man's head. Undaunted, she
rushed forward, taking the fight into the middle of the group where
their numbers would be less of an advantage. Leaping high into the
air, Batgirl brought the edge of her hand against one man's throat
while catching another on the temple with the sharp toe of her yellow
boot.

This isn't so bad, she thought. "Better give it up, boys!" she called
out, dropping a third with a karate move. "You're all going to jail
anyway!"

The fourth man swung a clumsy fist at her. She grabbed his arm with
one hand and brought her other elbow down on it hard. She felt a
sickening pop as his shoulder left its socket and the man howled in
pain.

She turned quickly to face Mind Bender himself, but her eyes flew open
in surprise when she saw him. She had just time to glimpse his
grinning face before a dart blew out of the gun in his hand. It lodged
in her thigh, and before she could count to two, she was unconscious
on the floor.

**********

When Batgirl awoke, it was with a start. Her head snapped up into
instant awareness, feeling not at all groggy. She also felt completely
helpless.

She was hanging in mid-air, nylon ropes on her wrists and ankles,
suspending her inches from the floor, and spread-eagled into a large
X. The strain on her limbs was tremendous, her body pulled so tight
that she could get no leverage to try to free herself.

"My my my," said a horrifyingly shrill voice from behind her. Slowly
the creature she knew as Mind Bender walked around into her field of
view. "What have we here? A pretty little bitch all dressed up like
Batman, probably suffering from a severe case of penis envy!" He
cackled loudly at his henchmen, who also came into view.

"When I get free," Batgirl hissed, "I'll see you don't have a penis to
envy!"

Mind Bender's maniacal smile faded into a frightening glare of fury.
He leaned closer to her, stared into her brown eyes, and drew his hand
lightly up her thigh and waist to rest squarely on her left breast.
With sudden mad strength he sank his fingers deep into the soft,
tender flesh and violently twisted and pulled. He brought his knee
full force up into the juncture between her spread legs three times,
crushing her velvety-soft pubic flesh against her pelvic bone.

Batgirl strained to be strong, but simply could not hold back a
heart-rending cry of agony. Unwanted tears flowed out from under her
cowl, and the men around her chuckled with glee at her torture.

"I don't know who you are, Bat-bitch," Mind Bender growled, "and I
don't care. But you couldn't have come at a more opportune time." He
finally released her breast and, stepping away, reverted to his
normal, bizarre personality. "I need a...taste tester, you might say.
I'm becoming quite a cook, and you'll be just the person to let me
know how good I am."

He howled and cackled, his henchmen laughing with him. "But first, I'm
afraid, you must be punished. It wasn't nice to interrupt my grocery
shopping at the zoo. Now that you're awake, you can appreciate the
full value of your punishment."

As the henchmen all leaned forward with anticipation, leering at the
helpless, beautiful girl, Mind Bender produced a thin, razor-sharp
blade and flashed it tauntingly in front of her eyes. He carefully
inserted it through the black material of her costume just above her
left nipple, and cut a small hole so that her nipple and aureole were
suddenly exposed. In similar fashion, he exposed her entire right
breast.

Batgirl's cheeks burned as she felt herself being slowly revealed,
helpless to do anything but endure the humiliation. He began cutting a
line in her body stocking from her right ankle up the inside of her
leg to her spread crotch. He repeated the action with her left leg,
until only one inch of material held the suit together at the crotch.
The men laughed and remarked at her curly brown pubic hair peeking out
from underneath. She hadn't worn panties, because she didn't like the
panty line showing under the tight outfit.

Mind Bender poked the point of the blade through the material at the
top of her slit, scratching her clit and eliciting a sharp gasp from
her. He drew the blade down slowly, the cool metal sliding dangerously
between her warm labia. Then, with one quick, expert flip of his
wrist, he separated the material and cut a wide area at the crotch,
completely exposing her pussy...and the golden bat emblem that hung
from its short chain between her legs.

"Well well, what have we here?" Mind Bender chuckled, fingering the
metal as Batgirl shivered, understanding her complete vulnerability.
"A good luck charm? Doesn't seem to have brought you much luck today,
has it, Bat-bitch?"

He yanked hard on it, and Batgirl's face suddenly went purple as she
shrieked in unimaginable agony. The mad criminal held the charm in
front of her eyes, flecks of blood on it proof of the mutilation he
had done to her labia. She shook and trembled in her bonds, crying in
great sobbing howls. For the first time, she questioned her ability to
deal with the situation. Up to now, she had been convinced she could
find an escape. But now she realized he was capable of killing without
a moment's notice, and his unpredictability was his greatest threat.

As she cried, Mind Bender turned away. "I have to get ready. Finish
stripping her if you want. Except the mask. I rather like the mask."

As Mind Bender left to another room, the four henchmen eagerly took up
the task of ripping every shred of clothing from her until all she
wore was her cowl. Batgirl watched with dismay as they tossed her
utility belt across the room. They took every opportunity to fondle
her breasts and shove fat fingers up her tormented pussy.

Mind Bender returned moments later with a large hypodermic needle, and
his men moved back. "A little recipe of my own devising. It causes a
person to believe anything I tell them, more or less."

"Hypnosis drugs have been around a long time," Batgirl said,
struggling to regain her composure and sound brave, despite the
throbbing agony between her legs. "You've got nothing new."

"Ah, but this is nothing so mundane," Mind Bender replied with a
giggle. "Hypnosis-inducing drugs merely bring the sub-conscious to the
fore, allowing the subject's perception of reality to change. This is
much more sophisticated. Your perception of reality won't change, but
you'll behave as if it has.!"

Mind Bender laughed and danced around insanely for a moment, then he
approached her again. "And you'll get to show me how well it works! It
can be administered anywhere, but where would be most effective?"

He made a great show of seeming to consider the question carefully,
but Batgirl had no doubts about where he would administer his vile
drug. He brought the needle to her breast, as she expected. She braced
herself for more agony, and he pressed the point against the tip of
her hard nipple and sank all three inches into her breast as she shook
and whimpered.

"I should warn you that the drug is a bit painful," he giggled, and
pressed the plunger, injecting a third of the cloudy fluid into her.
Instantly her breast felt as if it were burning from the inside, and
swelling near to explosion. She groaned and fresh tears poured from
lovely eyes. He gave the same treatment to her right breast, and then,
to her horror, pierced the needle into the flesh near her clit.

The agony in her sex was easily as great as when he savagely ripped
her charm ring through the fleshy hood over her clit, but where that
pain had faded after a few moments, this continued to build. Batgirl
cried out, thrashing her head from side to side, unable to relieve the
torture wracking her body. The pain grew steadily second by second.
Her breasts began to swell until they were half again their normal
size. Her clit swelled up as well, to the size of a marble, and her
inner labia, suddenly gorged with blood, turned deep crimson and
bulged out over three inches from her outer lips.

"Play with her!" Mind Bender cackled to the men, and they laughed and
began viciously pinching her nipples, now the size of her thumb, and
wrenching her clit and pussy lips. Batgirl quivered and howled,
sobbing and shrieking in torture beyond reason. She held out as long
as she could, but eventually she was forced to do that which she
abhorred most.

"Stop it!" she shouted. "Oh God please don't! You're killing me!
Please, oh please don't hurt me anymore!"

As she begged for mercy the men roared with laughter. Batgirl, despite
all that had happened before, only now felt totally defeated.

Gradually, through the torment, she felt a tingling sensation
throughout her body, and realized she had stopped what little
struggling she was capable of. It was as if she was only aware of her
body from a distance. The swelling in her breasts and pussy had gone
down, and she gratefully felt the pain ease. Sweat glistened on her
body.

"Take her down," Mind Bender told his men. They quickly untied her
wrists and ankles and lifted her down to the floor. Batgirl stood
unhindered, but was unable to move a muscle no matter how hard she
tried.

"Your hand are tied behind you!" he told her, and as if drawn by
invisible strings her hands moved behind her back. "The floor is
red-hot!"

At his merest word, Batgirl began jumping up and down, hopping from
one foot to the other, shamefully aware of the exhibit she was making
for the men as her breasts bounced around on her chest.

"You see, bat-bitch," Mind Bender grinned, "this is no ordinary
hallucinogen. You don't truly believe your hands or tied, or that the
floor is hot. You are simply incapable of behaving as if the world
isn't as I've said. Let's drive home the point a bit more. The floor
is cool."

Batgirl was able to stop jumping immediately. He was right...the floor
hadn't actually felt hot to her, but she couldn't stop from acting as
if it did. She shuddered inwardly, realizing the kind of absolute
control over her this gave him.

"You love it when men watch you masturbate," he told her. "You want to
masturbate right now. Your hands are untied."

Touching her bruised and torn pussy was the last thing she wanted to
do, but was helpless to stop herself from lying down on the floor,
raising and spreading her knees, and making sure everyone had a good
view before vigorously rubbing her agonized clit. Every touch sent
stabbing pain shooting through her pussy, but she carried on with all
the enthusiasm possible. Within moments, she brought herself to a
tormented, humiliating orgasm as the men leered and laughed at the
squirming, squealing masked girl.

"You love to suck cock. You'll gladly get on your hands and knees and
beg to suck the cock of any man you see."

The horrified girl got on all fours and crawled to the group of five
men. "Please let my suck you cock! Any of you! All of you! I love it
so much! Please let me suck you cocks!" So powerful was the drug
within her that she even twisted and gyrated her naked body around
suggestively before them, and smiled with hungry lust.

Laughing, the man closest to her opened his pants, and she greedily
pulled his large, swollen prick into her mouth. To her own disgust,
she moaned and licked and worked the shaft as if it was the most
wonderful thing in the world to her. She sucked him to a huge orgasm,
and after drinking his come and carefully licking his cock clean,
heard herself thanking him for his generosity.

The next man also wanted a blowjob, and at his insistence Batgirl
groveled on her stomach and kissed his feet. "I promise to be a good
little cock-sucking cunt!" she said without hesitation at his command.
"Please let me mouth-fuck you!"

The degradation Batgirl suffered before these depraved men was
overwhelming. Her cheeks burned with shame as she sucked the repugnant
man's dick. He told her to play with herself, and her hand moved
unbidden to her crotch to stroke her clit again. She had no control
over her own actions, like a puppet in the hands of the most deranged
people she'd ever imagined. She thought of a lifetime (probably a
short one) like this, living out her remaining days in sexual
servitude, without even the ability to attempt to take her own life.
The prospect of losing every semblance of self respect was enough to
cause her to cry out in despair, but even that couldn't be managed in
her condition.

After she had successfully swallowed her second load of steamy come,
Batgirl felt herself beginning to beg the next man for the same
"privilege," but Mind Bender stopped her.

"Your cunt is starved for a cock!" he laughed. "You've got to have a
cock in your cunt!"

Batgirl felt her body move inexorably to the next man, drop on her
knees at his feet and grab his legs, pleading for all she was worth.
"Please put your cock in my pussy!" she begged, stroking his leg with
her breasts. "I need you to fuck me, good and hard! Please fuck me! My
cunt is nice and tight! I promise to make it good for you! I'll do it
in any position you want!"

The henchman happily complied, taking her on her hands and knees. He
rammed his prick into her battered pussy. Though the agony was
terrifying, her body refused to do anything but fuck him harder, while
she heard squeals of delight and encouragement coming from her throat.
He pounded into her with brute, savage force, yet all Batgirl could do
was rock her body back and forth to his rhythm, meeting his thrusts
with her own. He climaxed within moments, and as he withdrew from her
she could not help herself from immediately begging the fourth man for
more, despite the intense throbbing pain in her pussy.

He demanded that she get on top as he lay on his back. She crouched
over his hard cock and eagerly impaled herself on it. It felt like a
long sharp knife stabbing her cunt over and over as she bounced up and
down on his hard shaft, fondling her breasts on demand. She moaned
loud and long in ecstasy, though she wanted to scream from the torture
and degradation. She was completely helpless to stop herself from
acting like a sex-starved animal. All the while, she was painfully
aware of the men closely watching her lewd display as she fucked him
like a minx.

"Ah, ah, ah!" she grunted, nearing a climax. When it came a moment
later, she squealed in ecstasy. "Yes! Oh yes! I love it!" to her own
amazement, she laughed loudly as she worked even harder on the cock
stuffing her ravaged vagina until he came a few minutes later.

Gasping for breath, she nevertheless looked at Mind Bender with naked
sexual hunger in her brown eyes. She felt herself beginning to beg the
man she despised most in the world to fuck her brains out, but she was
give a merciful reprieve.

"You're sexually satisfied now," he said. "Boys, I want some time
alone with her." His henchmen dutifully left the room. "Now, you want
to tell me your darkest fantasy."

Batgirl's naked, bruised body fairly quivered as she struggled to
maintain this one treasured secret. But the drug that controlled her
was too strong, and she had no choice but to suffer this latest
indignity, perhaps the greatest one of all.

"I want to make love with Batman."

The simple admission, spoken openly for the first time in her life,
was somehow more humiliating than all that had happened before. This
wasn't something she was made to think. It wasn't an action she was
forced to perform. This was a deep, fundamental truth to herself as a
person, and now that she said it, she felt like a foolish schoolgirl.

"Really?" Mind Bender giggled. "I guess that explains the ridiculous
mask." He thought for a moment and giggled again. "I am Batman. Act
out your fantasy with me."

Impotent rage built within Batgirl as she felt her body immediately
rush to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Pressing her nude body
tight against him, she kissed his lips passionately, exploring his
mouth with her tongue. Her warmth and tenderness seemed to take him by
surprise.

"Make love to me Batman!" she said breathlessly, staring into Mind
Bender's eyes with unconcealed adoration and desire. "I've loved you
for so long! I want to share my body with you. Please make love to
me!"

Her dry eyes longed to cry. This was no act the vile creature had put
into her mind for her. This was coming from her heart, and they both
knew it. Worse, now that her fantasy was being acted out, rather than
merely played in her mind, she understood for the first time how
childish it really was. Batman would never respond to such sniveling
pleas. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die with humiliation.

"I don't know, " Mind Bender teased. "I'm a do-gooder. I don't think
it would be right."

"It'll be right!" Batgirl pleaded in a foolish little girl voice. She
put his hand on her breast. "I've wanted you for so long. Please don't
deny me now!" She closed her eyes and moaned as he fondled and tweaked
her nipple. "Oh, yes, that feels so good! You can see that it's right,
can't you? Feel how wet my waiting pussy is!" She wanted to throw up
at the idiocy of her own words, imagining what would have happened if
she really had approached the Batman like this.

Mind Bender complied with her request, sliding his fingers into her
sopping slit and up into her hole. Batgirl gasped and moaned again,
rotating her hips slowly. His fingers caressed the velvety vaginal
walls, and she felt the first stirrings of yet another unwanted
orgasm. Her hand moved to his crotch and stroked the hard bulge she
found there.

"I can feel you want me," she purred. "Don't deny yourself, or me, of
the pleasure we can give each other. Fuck me, Batman! Fuck...me!"

With the last word, Batgirl, horrified, could not stop herself from
raising her hand and tearing off her cowl, flinging it across the
room. It had always been a crucial point her oft-thought of fantasy:
excite him as Batgirl, then make love to him as Barbara.

Mind Bender's eyes widened in recognition. "Why, Barbara Gordon! You
little slut!"

"Yes Batman," she said, continuing to play out her fantasy, liking it
less with each second, not because this was really Mind Bender, but
because she at last saw it for the farce it was. "I'm a slut. I'm your
slut! Take advantage of me!"

She reached her hand inside Mind Bender's yellow trunks and stroked
his throbbing cock, kissing him warmly again. She began to slowly and
sensually remove his clothes, gradually becoming aware of a faint
tingle in her head.

When he was naked she dropped to her knees before him and softly
kissed the head of his cock. She burned with shame again, helpless to
stop acting out this childhood fantasy with the chuckling monster
before her. The tingling in her head was growing into a buzz, further
annoying her.

"I want to feel you inside me," she said, looking up at him with
adoration. "Please take me."

Mind Bender laughed out loud and long in that insane voice of his.
"Well, I guess it would be okay this once! Stand up, turn around, bend
over, and spread your legs."

"Oh thank you Batman!" Barbara sighed, hurrying to comply with his
order. When she was positioned he moved close behind her, his cockhead
touching her hurting pussy.

"Are you sure you want this?" he teased.

"Yes!" Barbara cried, and thrust herself backward, impaling herself on
the full length of his huge prick. She felt the massive, 10-inch rod
penetrate her like hot steel, and shuddered while exclaiming a long,
ecstatic moan. The bulk of the thing inside her sent new paroxysms of
agony shooting through her body, yet all she could say was "YES! OH
GOD YES! FUCK ME HARD!!"

"HAAAA hahahahahahaha!" cackled Mind Bender as he pummeled her with
his driving hips. Barbara, still bent 90 degrees at the hips, rocked
back and forth to his rhythm, her ample breasts swinging under her.
The buzzing in her head grew more intense, so bad she could barely
concentrate. Her body seemed to tingle as well.

"HEEEEE heehahahahahaaaa!" the villain continued to chortle. "If only
I had my video camera now! Imagine your father's face if he saw you
willingly fucking the man who raped you so many years ago! Fuck me
Barbara! Fuck me like the slutty little bitch you are!"

She reluctantly responded to his vile urging, increasing the tempo of
her thrusts as if she truly believed what he said about her, slamming
against his hips with greater force. Her whole body throbbed with
crushing pain and growing lust. She could feel her pussy growing
wetter by the second, could sense another orgasm building within her.

Mind Bender reached under her and grabbed her swinging breasts in
vise-like hands, using them as levers to pull her into him even
harder, stretching and twisting them.

"That's it!" he cried. "Harder! Faster! Make me come! And when you've
finished, I'll watch you kill yourself by making you fuck an electric
cattle prod! I personally will dump your naked corpse on the steps of
City Hall! Hahahahahahah!"

As he neared orgasm, sanity seemed to slip further away from the
madman. Barbara Gordon had no doubt that he meant what he said. The
brief image of her shoving an electric prod in and out of her pussy
until she died caused her to lurch away a brief moment. But that
moment told the girl a lot.

The buzzing in her head, the tingling in her body, was dying away. The
lurch of a moment ago shouldn't have been possible, but she had done
it anyway! As an experiment, she tried putting her hand on his at her
breast. It took concentration, but she did it! She had moved on her
own! The drug was wearing off!

She continued to fuck the madman, but it was harder now. The agony in
her body was more severe than ever, but she couldn't let him see that
he no longer had complete control over her.

"I'm coming Batman! I'm coming!" she squealed, partly because it was
true, partly to mask the fact that the sounds coming from her throat
were from pain, not pleasure.

Her pussy exploded in a blinding kaleidoscope of colors. The agony and
ecstasy flooded through her with nuclear force, twining around each
other until they were indistinguishable, combining to form a new
sensation she couldn't describe, and could barely cope with.

Mind Bender suddenly howled as if in victory, and his hot sperm
rocketed into the girl's womb, scorching her with flood after flood of
the sticky white substance. They cried out together in a last paroxysm
of pleasure, and then they both collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.

Sweat ran down Barbara's body. She gasped for air, desperate to regain
her strength quickly. She could feel the effect of his insidious drug
had completely worn away. She had to stop him now, before he realized
it. She knew she could not voluntarily do the things he and his
henchmen would soon require of her. She was certain that, left to
their own devices, they were not finished playing with her yet.

Fortunately, Mind Bender seemed to be in no hurry. Glancing at him, he
seemed almost asleep. Just when she was about to make her move, he sat
up.

"Was it good for you?" he giggled.

"Oh yes, Batman," she forced herself to say. "You were wonderful!"

The madman laughed aloud again. "Get in here!" he called out, and his
henchmen immediately ran into the room. "I need to get some rest. You
may do what you like with Bat-bitch here, but make sure she stays
alive!"

The men all grinned down at her. Barbara was concerned for a moment
that they were seeing her unmasked face, but realized it was unlikely
they'd know she was the police commissioner's daughter, as long as
their leader kept his mouth shut. Her father had been fiercely
protective of her privacy, allowing no one to photograph her. Her
identity, if nothing else, was safe for the moment.

Mind Bender collected his clothes and headed for the door to the next
room. His henchmen told Barbara to stand and then discussed amongst
themselves what they should make her do. She wanted desperately to
tear into them and rip them limb from limb, but her own limbs were
weak, her knees wobbly. She couldn't tackle them until she was sure
she would win.

"Suck your tits!" one of the men told her. "We want something to watch
while we decide what to do with you."

Barbara groaned inwardly, but forced a smile on her face and cupped
her ample breasts, lifting them high. She made herself moan softly and
sensuously as she licked and sucked on her red nipples. She performed
the disgusting act with all the enthusiasm she could muster, and to
good results. She felt her strength returning with each breath, and
the men were quickly distracted from their discussion, watching her.

"Come over here and suck my dick," one of the men commanded. Barbara
walked suggestively into the middle of the group of men, and just as
she was about to kneel in front of the them, she instead brought a
knee up hard into the nearest man's crotch. He howled in agony and
dropped rolling on the floor. The others were taken completely off
guard, and the fight was ridiculously simple. Two punches and two
kicks saw all four unconscious on the floor.

Mind Bender, returning to investigate the commotion, had been warned.
He raced back through the door, with Barbara racing after him. Through
the doorway she saw what must have been the maniac's lab, with
scientific equipment everywhere. At the far end of the room was a vat
large enough to swim in, full of a liquid that she guessed from the
color was Mind Bender's own special concoction.

Mind Bender himself was leaning over it, trying to prepare a new hypo
of the stuff. His back was to her, and Barbara grabbed the only weapon
she could see at hand...a large metal pot full of a different liquid
chemical. Heaven only knew what it was. She heaved the pot across the
room, catching the madman on the back of the head with it.

Mind Bender howled in pain as the force of the blow knocked him
forward. As the pot and its unknown contents went into the vat, mixing
with the mind drug, Mind Bender teetered off balance on the edge for a
few moments, the plunged over the side and into the chemical.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!" he shrieked in agony. "HELLLLPP! GET ME OUT!!!" He
splashed around helplessly in the solution. His body began to swell as
Barbara's had, making her realize he hadn't had to inject the chemical
into her bloodstream at all. Skin contact would have been enough.

The villain couldn't pull himself out of the vat. His swollen body was
too agonized to touch anything. It was as if he was on fire. Barbara
looked for some way to pull him out without getting any of the stuff
on her. She ran out of the room and returned a moment later with her
utility belt, drawing a grappling hook and line from it.

By this time Mind Bender was no longer thrashing about. His head was
above the liquid, grossly misshapen. His eyes had swollen shut, his
every feature puffy, bulbous and distorted.

Barbara expertly swung the line out to him, catching his arm securely.
She looped the other end over a pipe in the ceiling and was able to
haul him out onto the floor. He collapsed there in evident torture,
his entire body three times thicker than before. He quivered and
drooled, coughing up the vile substance he'd been swimming in. His
swollen tongue was distended, his mouth and nose looking barely human.
The agony was so intense he was unable even to scream, or make any
sound. Either that, or the drug had damaged his vocal cords. His puffy
lips flapped together uselessly.

It was evident to Barbara that he had suffered a massive overdose of
his own concoction. Plus, she had no idea what effect the added
chemical in the pot would have to the mixture. Yet it seemed clear
that his mental faculties, such as they ever were, were now almost
non-existent. Hopefully, she thought bitterly, they'll remain that
way.

She was about to leave to him, but turned back and considered
something a moment. She knelt down between his legs and lifted his
limp penis, now bloated to the size of a blunt club. She then held his
testicles in her hand, studying them carefully.

She closed her fist, crushing his balls into a pulpy mass between her
fingers. If he felt anything, he gave no sign. Mind Bender's mind was
truly bent.

Without remorse, Barbara stood and pulled a spare costume from her
belt, pausing to put it on only to study the torn flesh of her labia.
If she hurried, she felt she could still stitch it up. With luck,
there would hardly be a scar.

Batgirl left by way of the roof. Briefly, she saw two cloaked figures
descend into the building she had just vacated, and smile grimly.
You're too late this time, boys, she thought. She wondered what Batman
and Robin would think the bat emblem charm she had left behind, but
she no longer cared.

She considered showing herself to them, but she was pressed for time.
Besides, Batman was no longer someone she needed to impress. Whatever
else he had done, Mind Bender had shown her how childish her
infatuation with the Dark Knight really was. Tonight she had grown up.
Tonight she was a true hero.

Tonight, she thought with another grim smile, she had a grueling ride
home on a motorcycle to look forward to.


