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From: an95460@anon.penet.fi (The Weatherman)
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Date: Sat, 4 Feb 1995 10:17:34 UTC
Subject: Perils of Batgirl II (ff,bd,fetish)
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WARNING...WARNING...WARNING....WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...
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This story contains as much bondage, lesbianism and fetismism as I could
possilby fit in, as well as melodramatic plot points needed to tell this
type of story. If any of this offends you, please DON'T READ IT.
If on the other hand you enjoyed The original Perils of Batgirl, you will
probably like this one as well. If you have any suggestions that you
would like to see in future episodes please feel free to write me. The
cliff hanger at the end of Chapter 4 is the brain trust of a net-buddy of
mine on AOL. (Thanks Rob). I've tried to keep this in the comic
book/60's TV Show mood. I hope you enjoy it.
The Weatherman
THE PERILS OF BATGIRL II
A Bondage Adventure Serial
1995 - The Weatherman
Chapter 1
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Valerie Ashlyn sat back in the plush, leather chair and slowly
re-crossed her legs, giving old Mr. Layhee a lasting look up her
short wool skirt at the shimmering tops of her black silk
stockings. Judging by his reaction, he may well have seen more.
If so, all the better. The act was completely intentional;
Valerie Ashlyn enjoyed teasing. Especially Mr. Layhee.
In the latter stages of her stepfathers life, especially just
before his death, she had been given ample opportunity; Mr.
Layhee and his troupe of stodgy lawyers were constantly around,
advising and interfering.
'Miss. Ashlyn, thank you for coming.'
'Oh come now Mr. Layhee, call me Valerie. All of my friends do.'
She said with the slightly hint of a smile, as she rested her
hands on her slightly raised knee and then slowly slid them up
the top of her stocking.
'uh..yes..uh... Well of course.' Mr. Layhee stuttered,
momentarily at a lost for words, as her watched Valerie pull
slightly on her stocking with her fingers, then smooth it with
her hands. 'Since you are the last surviving member of the
Ashlyn family, you have been asked here to know of your father's
wishes for his estate.'
'Oh yes. Poor step-daddy. I am so heartbroken to see him go.'
Valerie said leaning back, her six-inch, black, stiletto pump,
falling off her stocking heel and dangling onto her outstretched
toes.
'Mr. Ashlyn was very adamant that you understand his wishes
clearly.' he said, his eyes fixed on the dark reinforced heel of
her stocking foot as she casually kicked her leg up and down.
'I understand.' She said, shifting in her seat slightly, casually
letting her shoe fall from her oustretched foot to the floor.
She leaned over, giving Mr. Layhee a long view down her white
silk shirt at her ample cleavage, and casually picked it up. She
looked up and found that Mr. Layhee was staring. She smiled.
'Lovely shoe, isn't it. One of our biggest sellers.' She said,
fondling the shoe above her lap, as if it were Mr. Layhee's cock.
'It's our six-inch, Domina pump. Specially made for us in
Italy.... Very kinky.'
Mr. Layhee, shifted in HIS seat. He had to. His penis was now
rock hard. His eyes were glued to her every move, as she reached down,
rubbed her stocking foot sexily and then ever so slowly, slid
the shoe back on.
He had to get this over with. He couldn't take much more of this
young woman's presence. The last few months around her had been
torturous. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of her. He
wondered, if she knew the effect that she had on him.
'Miss Ashlyn, it is your father's wish that you be told now, in
private, how he intends to distribute his profits from his vast
fetishwear empire. The rest of the heirs will be told in three
weeks at a news conference at Apparel Obsessia's annual
Fetishwear Awards Dinner, where Batgirl, as you know, is too be
unveiled as this years "Sexiest Woman in Gotham". An event your
step-father was looking forward to with immense anticipation'
Valerie shifted in her seat, uncomfortably.
BATGIRL.
That was all her father had talked about for the last six months.
Valerie was sick of her. Ever since her sudden arrival in Gotham
last September, her father had been spellbound by her incredible
sexual persona, and of course being the head of Apparel Obsessia,
the world's largest bondage and fetish, clothing and supply
company, he was thrilled with her outfits.
'.... so it is your father's wish to bestow his vast fortune to
the following women that have made his last few years, a joy to
live.'
Valerie awoke from her reverie.
'What do you mean, wo-MEN?' Valerie said, sitting up slightly.
'It is your father's wish to split the inheritance as follows:'
he continued, reading the legal document in his hand.
"To my step daughter, I leave the company, the house and one
fourth of my cash holdings. The rest of my cash holdings are to
be divided as follows: Shelley Prince, Cheri La Gams, and Lisa
Hartley, each get ten million dollars each, to dress themselves
to their very sexiest delight."
'-Ten Mill-!' Valerie started. 'To...to...to...those whores?!'
Mr. Grayhee was undaunted. He had expected this.
"The rest of my holdings go to Batgirl. The very sexiest woman I
know. She has done more for the fetishwear industry since she
arrived in Gotham City than all the res of the woman in Gotham combined.
May this money help her keep the streets exciting for all of us
for some time to come."
'BATGIRL?! That purple do-gooding Bat-BITCH?!'
Valerie screamed, bolting to her feet. 'How...how much is the
rest?!'
'Approximately three-hundred-and-sixty million dollars.'
'Three hundred... That's ridiculous! She's got no right to that
money, its mine! I'll fight it in court!'
'I'm afraid that it's quite legal. As long as Batgirl shows up
next month to receive her award, I'm afraid that she is entitled
to the three-hundred and fifty-million. Your father made sure
that there were no loopholes.'
'I know he thought she was sexy but come on!' She ranted, slowly
pacing back and forth.
'He was quite enamored with her, yes.'
'How much is left for me?!'
'Oh, the company is worth over a fifty million, the house about
five, and a quarter of the holdings is a little over one hundred
and twenty. That's about a hundred and seventy-five million.
'A hundred and sevent-? She's getting twice as much!'
'It was your father's wish for you to do something with your
life. He felt that giving you sole ownership of the company
would allow you to earn your future so to speak. Plus, a hundred
and twenty-five million in cash is hardly chump change. I'm
sure you can live comfortabl-'
'You don't know anything!' She ranted, as she grabbed her purse
and flew out the room, slamming the oak door behind her.
Mr. Grayhee sat back in his chair and sighed.
'She took that well...'
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ONE WEEK LATER: AT A DESERTED PAPER MILL ON MEOW WAY.....
A solitary black-patent ankle boot, hangs suspended by a shapely
ankle. It's five inch heel, floating like a dagger in air,
effortlessly.
Two black gloved hands arrive, on the tips of which are attached
razor- sharp claws that gleam in the soft light. Instead of
tearing, the hands pull on the boot and then slowly glide down
the black nylon encasing the ankle, moving slowly down to the
knee, then the thigh. They move downward, then turn and
slide up the black patent teddy, around the slim waist, and over
a pair ample breasts.
'What a Purrrfectly wonderful body... Who else but Catwoman could
possibly be named "Sexiest Woman in Gotham"?'
'Mmmph.' Talon grunted, through her tight cloth gag.
Catwoman stopped her preening and sat up, her dark auburn hair
cascading around her shapely shoulders.
'Damned right... no one. Next week, I'll be the talk of Gotham.'
Talon, Catwoman's favorite Sex Kitten, shifted her weight,
slightly. The ropes encasing her body immediately reacted,
tightening around her wrists and elbows, and pulling her stocking
feet that were tied tightly together at right angles, even closer
to her wriggling hands. That in turn, caused her shoulders to
move back, causing the ropes around her breasts to constrict even
further, in turn causing the fiendish crotchrope to draw even
deeper into her pussy.
'Ahhh...' Talon moaned, as the gag tightened automatcially in
conjunction with the ropes.
'I warned you not to move, Talon. You're tied in my special
constrictor hog-tie.' Catwoman whispered quietly. 'Are you
enjoying it?'
'Mmmmm' Talon responded, trying her very best to be still.
'I can see that you are...' Catwoman purred, moving her hand down
between Talon's spread legs, slowly messaging her crotch. 'Your
pussy is so wet. I should tie you up more often.'
There was a knock at the door.
'Excuse me, Catwoman.'
Catwoman looked up to see Passion, another of her Sex Kitten's in
the doorway.
'What is it? Can't you see, I'm playing?' Catwoman said slightly
annoyed.
'A miss Valerie Ashlyn is upstairs. She wants to see you.'
Catwoman sat up.
'Valerie Ashlyn, the heir apparent of Apparel Obsessia? This
must be it. Show her in, my all means.' Catwoman said, smiling
brightly as she stood up.
Moments later, Passion reentered with a truly beautiful young
woman. She was blond and in her mid twenties. Her face was that
of an angel, but her body was purely and completely wicked. This
young tease probably melted men right into the sidewalk as she
walked by.
She was wearing a shiny and unbelievably tight, neon-blue halter
dress made of latex. It look dripping wet, like she had just dipped
herself in gleaming blue paint. It was cut so low that her large breasts
were bulging out at the top, and it was so short that when she
moved, Catwoman could see her panties. On her feet were one of
the most beautiful pair of blue shoes Catwoman had ever seen.
They perfectly matched the dress, and were so high, that Catwoman
was impressed she could even stand in them, let alone walk.
She girl shot a quick glance at the bound figure of Talon on the
floor, smiled and held out her hand.
'Hello, I'm Valerie Ashlyn. Thank you for seeing me.'
'I'm Catwoman. You've already met Passion, and that is my
special assistant Talon on the ground over there. She asked for
me to show her one of my special ties.'
Valerie took a long at Talon in her intricite bondage. Catwoman
noticed the slight deviant smile on her lips.
'Nice ropework.' She was obviously more impressed, than shocked.
'How did you know where to find me?' Catwoman asked.
'A Mutual friend told me where to find you.'
'Which mutual friend?'
'Nora Clavicle, she was a good customer of my private boutique,
until Batgirl sent her to prison a month ago.'
'To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?' Catwoman said,
smiling. 'Here to give me the good news about the award?'
'I need your help.'
Catwoman raised her eyebrow questioningly. 'With what.'
With a major thorn in both of our sides... Batgirl!'
Valerie went on to explain the situation and Catwoman seemed
unimpressed until she heard that Batgirl was going to receive the
Sexiest Woman in Gotham award.
'BATGIRL?!...' Catwoman screamed. 'That purple prima dona? She
doesn't know what sexy is! You can't give that award to her!'
'I have no choice.'
'Why not, you said that you're in charge of the company now.'
'It was in the will. Of course, if she were out of the way....'
Catwoman smiled. 'Let's see. If she dies before the awards
dinner, you would receive an additional three hundred and sixty
million. Give me a hundred of that and I will take pleasure in
taking care of her, personally.'
'A hundred Mill-!'
'-Not a penny less. I'll even take care of the other bimbos as
well. That would reduce the drain on your inheritance by another
thrity million. That means you're really only out seventy.'
Valerie thought about it for a second. 'Very well.'
'I'll need an advance.' Catwoman smiled, her evil mind already
racing. 'I've been working on some truly wicked new inventions,
but I haven't really had the working capital to fully realise
them. Some of them are particularly... stimulating. The things
I want to build will need serious money. Especially the things I
have in mind for Batgirl....' Catwoman paused, her hands moving
down her breasts. 'Her demise will need to be particularly....
elaborate.'
'Delicious.' Valerie gushed.
'Ahhhh!....'
Valerie looked over at Talon. The bondage had tightened
dramatically since she had arrived. Of course, that was all part
of Catwoman's game. She had started Talon in a relatively
comfortable position, by Catwoman's standards anyway; Over time
however, her involantary movements had caused the ropes to slowly
tighten.
Now she was in the most stringent of hogties. She was obviously
in quite a bit of discomfort. The gag alone had tightened so
much that it pulled at the corners of her mouth like she was
hanging from it.
'I have no problem paying for it, if you can make Batgirl as
uncomfortable as this.' Valerie asked, smiling.
'This is nothing in comparison to what I have in mind for
Batgirl!' Catwoman laughed wildly...
' ...Now the first thing we need to do is get Batgirl involved.
And I know just the thing!' Catwoman exclaimed, walking to the
table and grabbing the Gotham Times newspaper. 'I see your
"friend" Lisa Hartley is opening the Gotham Park City Mall in
three weeks. I think we can kill two birds with one stone so to
speak...'
'Excellent!' Valerie squealed. 'Here's the card to my private
fetish boutique on the east side. Meet me in three hours. I
need time to get some cash together.'
Catwoman took the card, walked over to Talon and swiped at the
key hog-tie rope with her hand. Her claws ripped through the
rope connecting Talon's hands to her feet and in seconds, the
ropes around her body loosened.
'Aaaaaugh...' Talon moaned in relief.
'Sorry Talon, playtime is over. It's time to get our
construction hats on!
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WHATS THIS!? CATWOMAN AND FETISHWEAR PRINCESS VALERIE ASHLYN....
TEAMING UP TO REAK HAVOCK ON BATGIRL AND GOTHAMS SEXIEST? HOLY
STIMULATION! THE BEST IS YET TO COME.
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WARNING...WARNING...WARNING....WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...
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This story contains as much bondage, lesbianism and fetismism as I could
possilby fit in, as well as melodramatic plot points needed to tell this
type of story. If any of this offends you, please DON'T READ IT.
If on the other hand you enjoyed The original Perils of Batgirl, you will
probably like this one as well. If you have any suggestions that you
would like to see in future episodes please feel free to write me. The
cliff hanger at the end of Chapter 4 is the brain trust of a net-buddy of
mine on AOL. (Thanks Rob). I've tried to keep this in the comic
book/60's TV Show mood. I hope you enjoy it.
The Weatherman
THE PERILS OF BATGIRL II
A Bondage Adventure Serial
The Weatherman
1995
Chapter 2
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Barbara Gordon stepped into her center city apartment and closed
the door. Charie squawked a fond welcome home.
'Hello Charie. Miss me?' Barbara cooed, filling his feeder with
bird seed.
It had been a long week. Hell, it had been a long couple of
months. Her episode with Nora Clavicle still loomed in her mind,
though it had happened almost two months ago now. She would be
happy when her trial was over. It had dominated the headlines
for a couple of weeks, but now, like everything in Gotham City,
it was almost forgotten to most of the quiet city inhabitants.
No so Barbara. It would take time to heal the emotional strain
that Nora had put her through. Especially the Clavicsand. Even
two months later she could still feel herself sinking in that
diabolical goo. The thought gave her goosebumps. She wondered
how long it would take for her to forget it. She thought how
long she had hovered with her chin resting on the unstable
surface of the sand and decided... -Maybe never.
She forced herself to stop thinking about it. It was over now and she had
time to rest and forget. She really couldn't complain. Gotham was quiet.
Amazingly quiet. All the master criminals were behind bars. Well all but
Catwoman. She had slipped into hiding months ago, after being freed on a
technicality. Rumors persisted that she had given up her wicked ways for
good, but Barbara didn't buy it.
Barbara walked into the bedroom and stepped out of her wool
business suit. She walked to the mirror and looked at herself.
Under her dress Barbara had, as usual, worn something
interesting. Her favorite black velvet basque, panties and black
stockings.
She had worn it in the expectation of her date with Bruce that
night. Unfortunately, Bruce had called her at 4:00pm to cancel.
It seemed he had forgotten that Dick Grayson's Annual Gotham-
Scout camping trip was this weekend. Of COURSE. He had to be a
troop leader. What didn't he do?
'Boy, are you missing a good time.' She said under her breath, as
she slid her hands up the outside of her body. Damn him! SHE
was missing a good time. She was horny. She hadn't had a really
good orgasm since... since... her time with Nora.
Barbara hated to admit it to herself, but it was true. Nora had
given her the two most intense orgasms she had ever experienced:
The first on the Ramp of Decision. The second just as Batman
rescued her from the sexual iron maiden.
She opened her eyes and realized she was playing with herself.
She stopped.
Why was the idea of sex, mixed with bondage and life threatening
danger, so incredibly appealing to her? In one way it was
horrifying. In another, it was the ultimate turn-on.
*DING*
Barbara came out of her reverie. Someone was at the door. She
quickly grabbed a robe, and answered it.
'Gotham Delivery Express!'
Barbara's pussy got wet with excitement. Could this be it? She
looked through the peephole and it was a Gotham Delivery guy.
She opened the door.
'I have a delivery for a Miss Gordon.' He said, admiring, the
dark haired beauty before him, obviously noticing the black stockings and
five-inch stiletto pumps under the terry robe.
'That's me.'
'Sign here please. Thank you, have a nice night.'
Barbara took the package, locked the door and literally flew into
the bedroom.
'Please be it.' She said, already ripping the plain brown package
open. It was. Under the wrapping was a pink Apparel Obsessia
gift box. Barbara opened it.
Inside was a set of bondage restraints. They were bright red and
black, and made of leather with shining metal fastenings. There
were restraints for each wrist and ankle, as well as a matching
bondage belt and vibrator. On the belt there was a small black
dial. On one of the wrist restraints, there was also a small red
button.
Barbara looked in the box and found a small instruction leaflet.
"Apparel Obsessia
Self-Bondage Restraint System TM
Just one in of a series of inescapable bondage products
by the undisputed leader in kink... Apparel Obsessia.
Your place for bondage.
CAUTION
Once activated, restraints will not open until desired time limit
is exceeded. Please take necessary precautions. Once locked,
they are quite inescapable. Apparel Obsessia is not liable for
any accidents or mishaps, planned or otherwise, that may arise
from the use of its products.
Directions:
1- Put on belt.
2- Install vibrator onto crotch strap (optional).
3- Insert vibrator and lock crotch strap into receptacle
on front of belt.
4- Set time desired time limit (black dial on belt)
5- Push in dial to set.
6- Put on restraints.
7- Push red button (on wrist restraint) to start.
8- Enjoy."
Barbara had to try them. She took off her robe and started to
strap the belt around her waist. Then she decided that it would
be a good idea to go to the bathroom first.
After she had relieved herself, she walked back in the bedroom
and kicked off her shoes. The belt went on first. She
slid the three-inch wide, leather belt around her waist and locked the
strap into the special receptacle. Then she grabbed the quarter-inch
wide crotch strap that was attached to the belt behind her, pulled it
between her legs and snapped the vibrator in place.
Barbara was already wet with excitement and needed no lubricant
as she slid the vibrator completely into her pussy. She then
slid the crotch strap through a metal receptacle on the front of
the belt. It clicked as it slid in. She adjusted it till it was
tight, but not uncomfortable, and turned her attention to the
timer knob.
It was small, about the size of a penny, and around it's outside
were numbers that indicated hours. The minimum setting was
thirty minutes. The maximum setting was seven hours. Barbara
felt her a rush of excitement at the thought of being tied up for
seven hours, but then thought she had better go slow the first
time. She set the dial to one hour and pushed the dial into the
belt. It slid in flush with the belt, making it impossible to
change. Ingenious.
Next Barbara put the leather cuffs around her ankles, the short,
one-inch connecting chain already in place. She then attached the cuffs
around her wrists and attached another short metal chain into one
of the cuffs receptacles. It clicked in. She put her hands
behind her back and fed the chain through a d-ring on the back of
the belt and into the receptacle of the free cuff.
Now the moment of truth. She hesitated, then finally pushed the
red button on her right cuff.
*CLICK!*
All the restraints locked at once. Barbara gingerly pulled on
the wrist restraints. They were solidly locked. She tried her
ankles they took were locked. She pulled harder. Same result.
A warm feeling came over her.
'These thing really do wor-' Barbara started to say aloud, just
as the vibrator inside her pussy came alive. 'Ohhhh...'
Barbara laid back on the bed and relaxed, enjoying her bondage.
She moved within her confinement, concentrating on her
helplessness. It was intoxicating. She had practiced self
bondage many times before, but this was different. There was the
extra element at work here. She couldn't remove these restraints
until time was up.
She pulled at her wrists and ankles, fantasizing that she was
held prisoner, back in the hands of Nora Clavicle and her evil
cohorts. She was tied down onto Nora Clavicle's new "Deathbed".
A ceiling of needle sharp spikes were slowly lowering on to her
helpless body. They had locked a vibrator in place... Now she
was left to strug-
*click...click...click...*
Barbara felt the crotchstrap of the restraint system
automatically tighten. At the same time the vibrator within her
pussy began to move. She almost came right there. Her mind
wandered...
The mechanism that controlled the beds ceiling, also it seems,
controlled the intensity of the vibrator locked into her pussy.
Nora was truly a fiendish woman. As the ceiling lowered Batgirl
would get more and more turned on.
Barbara stuggled on the bed deep in fantasy. Passion was
sweeping over her. Her hips gyrated in rhythm, as she tried to
pull her hands and feet from the inescapeable restraints. She
was completely helpless.
*click...click...click...*
The crotchstrap tightened again and the vibrator suddenly began
to thrust up and down inside of her vagina. Barbara pulled at
the restraints, imagining the ceiling lowering. Feeling the
helplessness that she craved.
She rolled over on her belly and pulled her stocking feet behind
her, grabbing them with her hands in a mock hog-tie. The
crotchstrap tightened again, and the vibration and thrusting
within her vagina mounted to an intense fury. She pulled at her
bonds. It was useless. The ceiling was only inches away yet she
couldn't escape. All she could do was struggle...
Barbara began to shake as the first orgasm washed over her. Then
the second. Soon after the second orgasm, the vibration eased off to a
dull rumbling, and the crotch strap loosened slightly.
'They designed this well.' Barbara thought to herself. She
looked up at the clock. It had only been five minutes.
Obviously, she was in for a long ride.
She decided that she would relax and watch TV. She somehow
managed to grab the remote control and turned on the TV.
At first she thought it was the news. But then she realized that
they were broadcasting the opening of the Gotham Park City Mall.
A huge, expansive, new shopping complex on Gotham's west side.
It had been under construction for over two years and the opening
was a major event.
"Ladies and gentleman,..." A voice on the TV announced. "...now
to officially open the mall, The very first Apparel Obsessia
"Sexiest Woman in Gotham" award winner... Miss Lisa Hartley,
will sign her name in the concrete memorial, in front of the new
Apparel Obsessia superstore, in remembrance of Harvey Ashlyn, who
died last month."
Barbara smiled. 'Thanks Harvey' she thought as the crotch strap
tightened and the vibration began again.
A young woman in her late twenties came into view. The camera
slowly panned up from her feet, to her strikingly beautiful face.
She was wearing a stretchy spandex/cotton mini dress, stockings
and heels all in white. Her blond hair was pulled back in a
baret and then cascaded around her shoulders.
'I just want to thank Harvey for all he has done for me and for
Gotham City. I wish he were here to see his flagship superstore
open. Maybe he is watching. I hope so.'
With that, she walked over and stepped up on a small flat
platform, about three feet square. It was hovering a foot off
the ground next to the large section of concrete that was to
serve as the base of the memorial. She hung onto the single
metal safety railing, while an operator in a long white coat and
matching hat, used a crane like device to position her in the
middle of the twenty feet square piece of barely-wet concrete.
The platform stopped and Lisa got down on her knees. She bent
down and began to write in slightly wet cement.
"In remembrance of Har-"
Lisa stopped writing. The concrete had already filled in where
she had written, leaving a smooth surface behind. It had only
been a second, but she couldn't even tell that she even touched
it. She tried again, with the same result. She stood up, and
turned to Mayor Lindsey who was in attendance.
'My writing keeps disappearing. The concrete is way too-'
'MUSHY?' a voice said loudly.
Barbara knew that voice.
The camera panned back slightly. It was the crane operator.
Suddenly the figure ripped off the hat and coat to reveal a
tight, black catsuit underneath.
'Catwoman!' Barbara said under her breath.
'I think dear old Harvey Ashlyn deserves more of a memorial than
a small plaque.' Catwoman said.
'What are YOU doing here?' Lisa asked.
'I'm here to make sure you're part of this memorial,
purrrmanently!' Catwoman said, pushing a button on a remote
control she held in her hand.
The platform that Lisa Hartley was standing on, sudden tipped
down, dropping her into the cement, as Catwoman laughed
hideously.
Lisa screamed. She looked down to find herself buried in sloppy,
wet cement up to her chest. Panicking, she began to struggle
wildly, trying to get a hold of something to pull herself out
with. But the platform was already moving away, out of reach.
Her struggling only caused her to sink deeper. Before she knew
it she was up to her shoulders in the gritty gray ooze and was
continuing to sink.
'HELP ME!' Lisa screamed, as a stunned audience ran to the edge
of the cement. The unsteady camera panned in on the poor girl
who was now up to her neck in concrete.
'Oh god, Please! Somebody HELLPP MEEE!' Lisa screamed.
'No...' Barbara moaned, as she watched the girl slide completely
under, a grasping arm slowly dipping beneath the surface, then...
nothing. She was gone.
'Catwoman is the sexiest woman in Gotham!' Catwoman screamed, as
she jumped down a manhole and disappeared as a melee ensued.
It happened that quickly. One second Barbara was enjoying her
captivity, the next she was struggling in earnest to escape. She
quickly realized it was useless with out tools...
Barbara sat up and hopped over to the dressing table. Reaching
beneath the edge of the mirror, Barbara found the button and
pushed it. The whole table and mirror rotated, revealing a
passage behind. She hopped in and quickly found her utility
belt. After that it was only a matter of a minute before she was
free, the inescapable restraint system in complete disrepair on
the floor.
'I hope they can fix this.' Barbara said to herself, already
removing the black basque and stockings. 'Sorry Charlie, it
seems that Batgirl's needed in Gotham City again.'
Barbara quickly stepped into the purple patent catsuit, inhaled
and zipped it up. It covered her entire body and made it look
like someone had poured shiny, wet purple paint on her body. It
was that tight. She pulled on her boots and laced them up. They
were one of three pairs that she owned, all the same. Purple
patent ankle boots with five-inch, stiletto heels. She also
owned two pairs of purple stiletto pumps. (She used to have
three pairs, but she had just lost one pair in Nora synthetic
quicksand)
She stood up and grabbed one of the shoulder length red wigs and
put in on over her short black hair. Then she put on her cowl
and attached it to her catsuit. She grabbed her utility belt
from the ground and put it on. In front of the mirror she felt
very sexy and very powerful. Catwoman would pay for this. That
was certain.
After another second in front of the mirror, Batgirl turned, got
on her Batgirl cycle and sped to Police Headquarters, the secret
passage closing silently behind her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
BATGIRL IS INTRIGUED. BATGIRL IS IN FOR ONE HELL OF A SUPRISE.
STAY TUNED.
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WARNING...WARNING...WARNING....WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...
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This story contains as much bondage, lesbianism and fetismism as I could
possilby fit in, as well as melodramatic plot points needed to tell this
type of story. If any of this offends you, please DON'T READ IT.
If on the other hand you enjoyed The original Perils of Batgirl, you will
probably like this one as well. If you have any suggestions that you
would like to see in future episodes please feel free to write me. The
cliff hanger at the end of Chapter 4 is the brain trust of a net-buddy of
mine on AOL. (Thanks Rob). I've tried to keep this in the comic
book/60's TV Show mood. I hope you enjoy it.
The Weatherman
PERILS OF BATGIRL II
A Bondage Adventure Serial
The Weatherman
1995
Chapter 3
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Batgirl arrived at police headquarters at 9:00pm. Normally at
this time, only a small skeleton crew stood at attendance. Not
so tonight. As soon as she rounded the corner, Batgirl knew that
this was no ordinary evening.
The live broadcast of Lisa Hartman's chilling death had obviously
pushed the local news organizations into overdrive. Television
news vans from every television station crammed the streets in
front of city hall. Location camera crews were everywhere,
giving reports on the evenings grizzly events and looking for
anyone to interview.
As Batgirl drove up and stopped, waves of newscasters surrounded
her, all hoping to get the big scoop.
'Batgirl, WGTH TV. Can you imagine what Catwoman's motives were
in killing Miss Hartman?'
'No Comment.' Batgirl said, as she dismounted from her cycle and
began to plow through the crowd of new-hungry reporters.
'Is it true that the general contractor in charge of the memorial
has also been found dead at his home?' Another asked.
'No Comment.'
'Where's Batman. I been told by sources within the department,
that he is unreachable. Is that true?'
'No Comment.' Batgirl said, as she bounded up the stairs and into
the relative sanctuary of City Hall. She walked straight to
Commissioner Gordon's office.
'Batgirl!' Commissioner Gordon said, somewhat relieved. 'Thank
heaven you're here.
'Good Evening Commissioner. What's this I hear about the
contractor being found dead as well.'
'True, I'm afraid. He was found strangled to death in a mass of
thin, clear twine.'
'Probably Cat's-Whiskers.' Batgirl said, remembering first hand,
they're deadly embrace.
'A note was pinned to his dead body. It is addressed to you.'
Batgirl took the note and read it.
"Batgirl-
I hope you enjoyed the show. It was all for you. I
purrrsonally invite you to interfere. I have many such
fienish plans in store of your luscious body.
Let all of those beware who think that harlots in trashy
lingerie could even hold a candle to a woman of my supreme,
sexual charms.
By the end of the weekend, everyone will realize who the
sexiest woman in Gotham City truly is.
I hope to see you struggling..... soon.
Catwoman.
'She's gone off the deep end.' Chief O'Hara commented.
'She been over the edge for years.' Batgirl responded. 'She says
that she orchestrated this horrific little stunt for me. For
what reason, I still have no idea.... -Where's Batman.'
'We called, but the voice on the other end said he was
unreachable. Some sort of camping trip.'
'Camping trip?' Batgirl say, trying to figure out why that
sounded so familiar-'
'This also came for you tonight, Batgirl.' Commissioner Gordon
added, breaking her train of thought. 'It was delivered by
Gotham Express Courier.'
It was a small box. Batgirl eyed it warily.
'Commissioner, stand back, this may be another Catwoman ploy.'
Batgirl ordered as she walked forward to examine the package.
It was a pink package wrapped in black ribbon. On the outside
was a tag. It read: "Please deliver to Batgirl, as soon as
possible. Dated Material enclosed."
As the Commissioner and Chief O'Hara huddled in the corner,
Batgirl carefully opened the package. Inside was a piece of
lingerie and a note.
"May 29
Batgirl.
We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen
this years "Sexiest Woman in Gotham". I would be
honored if you would accept your award in person at the
annual Fetishwear Awards Dinner to be held in your honor
Sunday July 27, at 8:00pm at the Gotham Pavillion.
To show our appreciation for all you have done for us at
Apparel Obsessia, I have enclosed a small gift I had made
especially for you. I hope that you will find time to wear
it.
Sincerely,
Mr. Harvey Ashlyn
Founder, CEO Apparel Obsessia
PS: I'm sorry that I couldn't give you more warning, but
it's our policy not to inform winner until just before the
event.
'This is dated two months ago. He must have written this just
before he died.' Batgirl said, a little taken back by his kind
words. 'This is the third time I have heard reference to Apparel
Obsessia this evening. I wonder...'
'....Commission, I must be off. I have an idea what is driving
Catwoman.'
'Be careful, Batgirl.'
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Batgirl braved the reporters that were still gathered outside and
road quickly back home. Once there, she changed back to Barbara
Gordon and made her way to the library, where she dove into the
Gotham City Times archives. It wasn't long before she had what
she wanted. After a little cross checking, she went back home to
change.
'Sorry Charlie, I have to go out again.' She said as she carried
the bird into the bedroom with her and hung the cage up on a
hook.
She quickly removed her clothes and pushed the button under the
dresser. It swung open silently. Then she opened the pink box
and pulled out the gift that Harvey had given her. It was a
soft, sheer nylon bodystocking in deep purple, with matching
wrist length patent gloves and a pair of patent panties.
She put it on. It covered her entire body from her chin to her
feet, including her hands. It was sheer except for the area over
her breasts, where an insignia of a bat had been added in a
patent material. Its wings just covered her nipples. She
stepped into the panties and pulled them on over her hips,
stretching the thin patent material until it was smooth and tight
over her crotch. Next came the tight purple gloves. Then she
slid on her patent pumps, and put on her wig and cowl. She
looked in the mirror.
'Wow' She thought as she turned and looked at herself from
several angles. The bodystocking was sheer and smooth over her
entire body, showing everything, yet revealing nothing. Harvey
had indeed been the fetish apparel king. He would be sorely
missed.
Batgirl, turned, put her utility belt on and exited, the secret
panel closing behind her. She straddled her Batgirl cycle, took
one last look of the address she had located and was gone.
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MEANWHILE ACROSS TOWN IN HER LUXURIOUS MID TOWN PENTHOUSE....
Shelley Prince lifted her champagne glass and downed it. It was
her fifth glass. Though she hadn't really known Lisa Hartley,
watching her die on live television had really rattled her. They
had actually only met once. It was at the Apparel Obsessia
Awards Dinner when she had accepted the Sexiest Woman in Gotham
award. The previous year's winner always handed the award on.
She herself had given the award to Cheri La Gams last year.
Shelley picked up the bottle from the ice bucket and was about to
pour another glass when someone knocked on her door. She almost
dropped the bottle.
'Jesus Shelley, get a grip.' She chided herself.
She put down the champagne, walked to the door and looked though
the peephole. It was a young woman in a Gotham Express uniform.
Shelley looked at the time. It was 11:00pm. Awfully late for a
package delivery. She put a chain on the door and opened it
slightly.
'I have a package for a Miss Prince.'
'Can you hand it through?'
'Sorry it's quite large.' The pretty young girl said, pointing to
the large box on the ground.
'Very well.' Shelley said resigned. She closed the door,
unlatched the chain and opened it again.
'Please sign here. Line two. Thank you.'
Lisa took the package from the girl, closed and locked the door.
She went over to the couch and ripped the brown paper from the
outside of the package, revealing a black box. She opened it.
'Oh my.' She said as she saw what was inside.
It was lingerie. And not just ordinary lingerie. It was
exquisite lingerie, all in pink. There was a note in the box as
well.
"Dear Miss Prince.
We would be honored by your appearance at this years
Apparel Obsessia Awards Dinner. Please accept this
lingerie as a gift. It's one of the kinkiest items
we've ever made and we made it especially for you.
We would love to see you in it on Sunday.
Sincerely
Apparel Obsessia"
Shelley pulled the items out of the box and laid them out on the
couch.
'This is gorgeous.' She cooed as she picked up the first item.
It was the most beautiful piece of lingerie she had ever seen.
It was a long corset, made of pink silk. It was heavily boned
and detailed with hand sewn French-lace. Along with the corset
were a pair of long pink-leather gloves, as well as a pair of
pink-leather ankle boots. Delicate black-metal bands had been
sewn on the wrist and top of each glove, as well as around the
ankle of each boot. Along with the gloves and boots were a pair
of black silk pantyhose and a very unusual pink leather collar.
She couldn't resist putting the outfit on. She pulled off her
clothes and slid the pantyhose up her shapely legs. Next came
the corset. It was very long and went from just over her
nipples, to about mid thigh. She put it up to her body ad
noticed that it didn't close in the normal way: It didn't have
any lacing or eye clips. Just some elaborate fastenings on each
edge that fit into one another.
She thought at first that it would be difficult to fasten but, as
she put the two sides together, the fastenings lined up and
clipped shut around her almost automatically.
Harvey MUST have made this especially for her. It fit perfectly.
She looked at the corset closely. The ends fit so well that if
she hadn't been the one to put it on, she wouldn't have even
known were the edges of the corset were. There was no evidence
of a seam on the outside at all.
Next came the gloves. They were butter soft and tight. The
delicate black metal bands around the wrists and above her
elbows, gave the gloves an extra added spice.
Shelley was getting excited. She loved fetishwear. Especially
exquisite fetishwear like this. During her reign as Sexiest
Woman in Gotham, Harvey had bought her all sort of things. She
missed him.
Shelley sat down, picked up the boots and slid them on her
stocking feet. They were made of bright pink leather and had
ridiculously high heels. They fastened together in the same way
as the corset. Again, after they were put on, They looked like
solid leather. The tops of the boots flared slightly, just above
the gleaming, dark metal bands around her shapely ankles.
She stood up carefully, wobbling slightly on the stiletto heels,
and picked up the collar. It was very elaborate. It was about
two inches tall in the front, but flared out and up around the
back of her head, ending in a large rounded edge about an inch
and a half in diameter, that went from the bottom of one ear
around the back of her head to the other.
Shelley grabbed some hair clips and put her hair up. Then she
took the collar and put it on. It clipped together like the
corset and the boots, and was snug but not uncomfortable.
She walked to the mirror and took a look. She was stunning. She
moved her hand down over the smooth surface of the corset and
smiled. She would be the talk of the Awards Dinner. She turned
and looked at herself from all angles. The corset made her look
even shapelier than she already was, and the incredibly high
heels made her already great legs look amazing. The outfit was
perfect.
She spread her legs slightly and put her hands on her hips.
'All I need is a cowl and I could be the Pink Persuader' She said
jokingly.
She was overwhelmed with the outfit. She wouldn't have changed a
thing. Well maybe one thing. The corset was a bit
uncomfortable. Shelley pulled at the edges of the corset. It
was really tight. She hadn't remembered it being this tight when
she put it on.
It was becoming really uncomfortable. It felt like it had shrunk
since she put it on. She grabbed the corset and tried to pull it
apart. It wouldn't budge. She pulled harder. No good.
*CLICK*
Suddenly the metal bands around her wrists, ankles and upper arms
tightened dramatically.
'What the-' Shelley said, as she tried to pull apart the bands.
They are locked solid. They had tightened around her arms and
legs, making it impossible to take off her gloves or her boots.
She exhaled and felt the corset contract. It WAS shrinking;
Slowly tightening around her body. She grabbed the top edge of
it and tried to pull it apart again. It wouldn't budge. She
pulled harder. It was firmly locked in place.
Shelley began to panic. She felt around the front of corset in
dismay, looking for a release mechanism. She couldn't find one.
She felt around her waist and behind her back. Her fingers came
across two small buttons on the back of the corset. They were
separated, so that she had to use both hands to push them.
'Thank god!' Shelley said pushing them.
*CLICK*
Shelley immediately felt her wrists slam together behind her
back. She tried to pull them apart but it was too late. Some
invisible force had already pulled them together, locking them
with a magnetic attraction that she couldn't break. The same
thing happened to her upper arms and ankles. The two metal bands
moved together and then locked like glue.
She was now helpless. Her arms were tightly held behind her back
and her ankles were locked together. She looked around her in
disbelief.
The corset was still slowly tightening around her. She began to
writhe in her bondage. She struggled in frustration at the
amazingly strong restraints, but all in vain. The metal bands
were locked tightly together, and she couldn't pull them apart.
'HELP ME! SOMEBODY, PLEA-' Shelley screams were cut short. The
round band at the back of her collar hinged open, swung around
the front of her face and locked into place on the other side of
her head, depositing one and a half inches of soft, pink leather
in front of her mouth. Then it began to tighten, forcing its way
into her mouth and between her teeth.
'MMMPHHH!.... MMMPHHHHHH!' Shelley screamed, but all that came
out was muffled moans.
She had to get help.
Shelley took a couple of hops towards the door, but she was too
late. Suddenly, the corset began to bend forward at the waist,
and Shelley had no choice but to bend with it. After a short
time, she was forced to her knees, her head on the floor in front
of her, her body bent into a tight fetal position.
Shelley exhaled and the corset took up more slack. It was
squeezing her. Shelley rolled over on her side with a thump
struggling to pull her hands and feet apart. It was useless.
She was helpless to stop the corset from contracting. It was
slowly but surely crushing her. Each time she exhales, it gained
ground, getting tighter and tighter like a boa constrictor.
She continued to struggle, but time was running out. It was
getting harder and harder to inhale. She took as big a breath of
air as she could and held it, while she continued to struggle..
She pulled feverishly at her wrists and feet, but she could
barely move. She dare not exhale. What was she going to do?
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WILL CATWOMAN'S DEADLY LINGERIE CRUSH SHELLEY TO DEATH?! ONLY
TIME WILL TELL....
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WARNING...WARNING...WARNING....WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...
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This story contains as much bondage, lesbianism and fetismism as I could
possilby fit in, as well as melodramatic plot points needed to tell this
type of story. If any of this offends you, please DON'T READ IT.
If on the other hand you enjoyed The original Perils of Batgirl, you will
probably like this one as well. If you have any suggestions that you
would like to see in future episodes please feel free to write me. The
cliff hanger at the end of Chapter 4 is the brain trust of a net-buddy of
mine on AOL. (Thanks Rob). I've tried to keep this in the comic
book/60's TV Show mood. I hope you enjoy it.
The Weatherman
THE PERILS OF BATGIRL II
A bondage Adventure Serial
The Weatherman
1995
Chapter 4
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Shelley's body screamed for oxygen. Yet she continued to hold her breath.
She dared not give into her body's overwhelming need for air. The corset
was waiting. She could feel it's tight vice grip around her. Waiting.
Waiting for her to exhale. Waiting to take advantage.
She pulled at her arms and wrists again, but they were held tightly
together behind her back. The immovable magnetic field held the black
metal bands of gloves together. It was another in a series of useless
endeavors. She knew she was completely helpless. The lingerie was going
to kill her and there was nothing she could do about it.
She felt herself begin to pass out. She had held out as long as she
could. She took a breath. As soon as she exhaled, the corset contracted
again. It was so tight around her now that she was only able to take a
tiny breath; It wouldn't last very long. She looked around herself in
utter despair. She could already feel the need for oxygen growing again.
After a short time, her body again overrode her mind and exhaled. This
time however, she couldn't inhale. The corset's latest contraction's
wouldn't allow it. She gasped in absolute terror. She was going to die.
*SMASH*
Shelley looked up to see the figure of Batgirl come crashing through the
window, glass flying in all directions. She landed on her feet like a cat
and ran forward, pulling her Batshears from her utility belt. She reached
Shelley and in seconds, cut the corset from Shelley's heaving body. She
then cut the gag, and pulled the pink leather from her mouth.
'Aaaaaaaaa' Shelley said, gasping for air. It took a couple seconds for
her to catch her breath. She was alive! 'Auugh...Thank you! Batgirl!'
She screamed, amazed to be alive. 'How can I ever repay you?!'
Batgirl looked at Shelley perfect body. She could think of a couple of
ways... Instead however, she just acknowledged the compliments and
finished cutting the rest of the deadly lingerie from Shelley's quivering
body.
Shelley sat up and put her head in her hands, as she continued to try to
catch her breath. Batgirl grabbed the black gift box and examined it.
Hiding under the shipping label was a note.
'Batgirl-
It seems that my lingerie had a thing for Miss Prince...
In fact you might say it had a real.. CRUSH on her. I
considered sending it to you but I decided against it. I
want to be there to watch you struggle.
In eager anticipation of the inevitable.
Catwoman
Batgirl looked over at Shelley. She was recovering.
'Get some clothes on. I am going to take you to Police Headquarters where
they can keep an eye on you.'
'Who would want to pull such a nasty trick.'
'Catwoman. It seems she has some sort of vendetta against Apparel
Obsessia girls. After I get you to safety, I have to find Cheri La Gams.
I have a feeling that she is in grave danger.
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Batgirl helped Shelley change, and then road her back to Police
Headquarters. Only a small number of reporters were left, but Batgirl's
arrival with another of the Apparel Obsessia winners in tow, peaked their
curiosity.
Batgirl would have liked it if they had just quietly made their way
indoors, but Shelley had other ideas. She capitalized on the free
publicity to explain the entire story. It was huge news. In a matter of
minutes it would be all over Gotham City.
It took all of Batgirl's talents just to drag her away and lead her inside
City Hall. She deposited Shelley with Chief O'Hara and paid a visit to
Commissioner Gordon.
'Commissioner, I have to use the phone.'
'No Problem, Batgirl.'
Batgirl took out the piece of paper from her utility belt and dialed.
'Ugh...Hello.' A woman's voice answered. She obviously had been sleeping.
'Cheri La Gams?'
Yawn. 'No, she's out.'
'I sorry to have awakened you. This is Batgirl. Do you know where she
is?'
'I'm sorry, I really don't. She just went out and said that she would be
back in the morning.'
'When she comes back have her call me at police headquarters immediately.
It is a matter of life and death.'
'OK'
*CLICK*
Amanda Denier hung up the phone. Right. Batgirl. Probably just
another of Cheri's friends pulling another practical joke. Amanda turned
off the light and went back to sleep. She wouldn't even remember the call
in the morning...............
Batgirl hung up the phone and looked at the time. It was 12:30 in the
morning. She couldn't do anything now. She left Shelley with the Police
and went home. She would find Cheri in the morning.
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'Damn her!' Catwoman screamed, throwing the newspaper across the room.
'She saved Shelley Prince!'
'How did she manage that?' Talon asked incredulously.
'She put two and two together and got to Shelley seconds before my
exquisite lingerie killed her. I'm afraid that my plans to get her
interested worked too well. We're going to have to get rid of her NOW.'
'How Catwoman?' Passion asked.
'I don't know. We have so many choices.' Catwoman mused aloud.
'I vote for the funhouse.' Talon purred.
'Excellent idea. We'll need a little bait....' Catwoman said, thinking
aloud. 'I know just the thing. Kittens, I need you to do something for
me.'
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Batgirl awoke early, changed back into the purple bodystocking outfit and
made her way back to police headquarters. Her attempts to reach Cheri La
Gams had been fruitless. No one was at home.
'...I think it's best if Miss Prince is put into protective custody.
Catwoman is sure to try again.' Batgirl said, pacing the floor of
Commissioner Gordon's office.
'That a good idea Batgirl. I will see to it immediately.'
'Commissioner!'
Batgirl, and the Commissioner turned to see Chief O'Hara enter, obviously
excited.
'What is it chief?'
'Two of Catwoman's kittens just robbed the Fun n' Games Carnival supply
house on Jester Street!'
Commissioner Gordon turned to Batgirl, but she was already gone.
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MINUTES LATER AT THE FUN N' GAMES CARNIVAL SUPPLY HOUSE....
'WHAT did they take?!' Batgirl asked the old shopkeeper behind the
counter.
'One box of toffee apples, one jar of popcorn, and a box of cotton candy
sticks.'
'That's it?!'
'That's it. Mighty strange, if you ask me too. They' was two of 'em.
Young women all dressed up strange, just like you, only in black. Mighty
queer. Back in my day, women never dressed like that.'
Batgirl was confused. Why go the trouble of stealing such useless items?
Obviously not for profit. Then maybe some sort of prank perhaps. But
that was more Joker's style than Catwoman's. She looked at the old
shopkeeper. She thought about asking a few more questions, but decided
that it was useless. The old man didn't know anything.
She turned and was almost out the door, when a piece of paper caught her
eye. She bent down and picked it up.
It was an worn, yellowed flyer for the funhouse at the old Gotham
Amusement Park on Hyde Avenue. The amusement park had closed years ago
after a freak accident.
'Is this yours?' Batgirl asked the shopkeeper, showing him the faded
flyer.
'Nope. Never seen it before. Can't imagine where that came from... That
place closed years ago. I remember takin-'
'Thank you, I've got to go.' Batgirl said, trying not to be rude, yet
already out the door. She might just have to pay a visit to the old park.
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After a short ride, Batgirl arrived at the amusement park. Batgirl got
off her Batgirl Cycle and looked around. Most of the amusement park was
completely demolished. All except the funhouse. Though it stood in a
state of disrepair and needed a fresh coat of paint and a little woodwork,
it was still in fairly good shape. Amazing considering no one had been in
it for years.
The hairs on Batgirl's neck stood up. Something wasn't right here. This
was too easy.
'This might be a trap. I'd better be careful.' She said, quietly to
herself, as she tiptoed up the old wooden steps of the funhouse, her
purple stiletto pumps, making only the slightest noise on the old wooden
floorboards.
She tried the door, and to her misgivings, it opened. She paused at the
front door before finally entering. It was dark inside, but the sunlight,
coming through a hole in the roof, allowed enough light to see by. In its
day, it had probably been a fairly nice place; Now however, the forces of
time, weather and a general lack of supervision had left their mark. The
gapping holes in the roof had let the rain in, and the smell of rot was
everywhere. To the left was an old ticket booth, whose rounded windows
had long since broken. In front of her, was a large pair of swinging
doors, set in a huge smiling mouth. The teeth had yellowed slightly,
making the whole idea of going through the door, quite unpleasant.
Batgirl wished that Batman was beside her, because she was not pleased
with the notion of walking through the mouth and exploring this place
alone; Yet she had no choice. There was no way that she was calling the
police just to find out that this was a wild goose chase.
Reluctantly, she pushed doors open, and with the slightest hesitation,
entered before she could change her mind.
The doors opened onto a long hallway of distorted mirrors. Half of which
were cracked. Some were completely missing. She walked along the
hallway, looking at herself in the variety of mirrors. Sometimes she was
tall, other times a midget.
At one point she thought that she heard a noise, and stopped. But it was
nothing. Only the old building settling.
At the end of the hall of mirrors, was a octagonal room, eight feet across
with eight doors, all painted different colors. She opened the pink door
and found a spring loaded dummy with an ax through it head. Obviously,
when the funhouse was working, the dummy would jump out scaring the
patrons.
She tried the white door. It was locked. She tried the green door. It
too was locked. The black door was next. It opened. Inside, a narrow,
white staircase spiraled downward. She listened for foreign noises;
There were none. Only the soft sound of her breathing and the beating of
her excited heart.
Cautiously, Batgirl opened the door wide, walked through, and began down
the stairs. As soon as she stepped on the third stair, the door behind
her slammed shut, leaving her in total darkness. She turned and tried to
open it, but it was locked. The lights came on.
'Hello Batgirl!' Came an amplified voice. 'Come on down and join the
show!'
Batgirl wasn't given any time to worry about her mistake; The stairs
below her feet, suddenly transformed into a steep, slippery circular slide
on which she fell, and then slid uncontrollably downward.
It was a short ride. The slide emptied out into a massive room that was
decorated to look like the inside of a circus big top, complete with
trapeze and tent roof. Circus music was playing in the background.
Batgirl spun around, dazed at the sight. The walls were painted like an
audience of people, cheering and laughing. In the center of the room was
a large empty, old, wood and glass concession stand painted red. A huge
sign hung above the stand proclaiming:
Candied Batgirl: 25 cents.
Catwoman walked out from behind a curtain at the far end of the room, and
on cue, a recorded audience began to cheer. She was dressed in a ring
master outfit, yet with a Catwoman twist. It consisted of a short
miniskirt, with top hat and tails all made of tight, red leather. She
complimented the outfit with a pair of thigh high red leather boots and
dark nylons.
She strode confidently to the center of the room and smiled.
'Ladies and Gentlemen!' Catwoman proclaimed. 'Tonight for your viewing
pleasure I bring you the DEATH of BATGIRL!'
The audience roared with approval.
'I think you've booked the wrong act Catwoman! I think a more likely
billing should be: "The end of Catwoman!' Batgirl said, defiantly.
'Think again, Batgirl!'
The curtains opened and three Sex Kittens entered. They were dressed as
sexual harlequins, complete with shiny multi-colored teddies and tights.
They began to fan out around the edge of the room, until they had
surrounded Batgirl.
'Let the show begin!' Catwoman screamed, to the approval of the painted
crowd and the Kittens attacked.
Batgirl crouched down in a fighting position and waited until the first
Kitten was almost upon her. Then with lightning speed, she moved aside,
grabbed the Kitten and threw her into another Kitten coming from the other
direction. Then continuing her fluid movement, she hit the third Kitten
with a brutal Batkick, sending her flying across the room.
The two other Kittens attacked again, but Batgirl was again too fast. She
easily moved aside and kicked each of the poor unsuspecting Kittens
knocking them to the floor.
To Catwoman's dismay, Batgirl was having no trouble with them at all.
With her superior fighting skills, they were no match for her, even with
their larger numbers.
Catwoman cringed as one Kitten after another was discharged. Seeing that
Batgirl was going to win, crept up behind Batgirl while reaching into the
pockets of her red leather coat.
Batgirl realized that she was behind her and spun around, expecting
Catwoman to pounce. But she didn't. Instead, she removed her hands from
her coat and threw them at Batgirl.
A green sand came flying out into Batgirl's face, blinding her and sending
her into fits of coughing.
It was all the Kitten's needed. As Batgirl coughed and rubbed her eyes,
the Kittens grabbed her, and pulled her struggling across the room.
Batgirl quickly recovered from the green sand, and tried to break free,
but they had a firm hold of her. There were just too many of them.
They pulled her to the side of the red concession stand and pushed her
against it. As she hit the side of the box, it hinged inward and she was
pushed inside, the spring loaded door slamming closed behind her.
Batgirl rushed to the door but there was nothing to grab onto. She pushed
against the glass and metal, trying to find a way to open it, but it was
no use. It was designed to open inward, and there was no handle on the
inside. She spun around pushing and pounding at the glass walls all
around her, It was useless. She realized she was trapped.
She looked down at the ground. It was a metal grate, with a fan
underneath. She looked above her. About nine feet up, there was a set of
nozzles, all pointing downward and inward, in a circular direction. She
looked back out at Catwoman, who approached her smiling.
'So nice of you to accept my little invitation to the carnival, Batgirl.
I see you came dressed appropriately. I love the purple bodystocking. VERY
sexy.... It's too bad it's going to get.... icky.' Catwoman said, her
eyes narrowing, as she reached over and pushed a button on the side of the
box.
Batgirl heard the click, and a motor began to hum rhythmically above her
head. Soon after the hum began, the fan below her feet began to spin,
sucking the air downward. Seconds later the nozzles above her head began
to blow. The positioning of the nozzles and the fan below created a
current within the box, and Batgirl could feel the air moving downward,
spinning around her body like a whirlwind.
'I hope you have a sweet tooth, Batgirl!' Catwoman squealed as the hum of
the motor above Batgirl's head deepened abruptly.
Suddenly, fine strings of bright pink material, began to exit from the
nozzles. They rained down on Batgirl, the wind current spinning them
around her body as they fell.
Batgirl, instinctively put her arms up to her face momentarily to protect
herself, but quickly found that the super fine strands were not caustic.
The current continued to spin the stuff around her. It was super-fine and
shimmered in the light like fine gossamer silk. It was strange stuff.
And sticky as hell.
Wherever it hit her body it stuck. She tried to pull it off, but only
succeeded in having it stick to her hands as well. It was like warm,
super-sticky bubble gum. Her efforts to pull it off only made it worse;
The more she tried to rid herself of it, the more fibers stuck to her
hands and arms, connecting them with her body. It was becoming a huge
mess.
After a short time, hundreds of fibers were strung between her arms and
her torso and between her slightly spread legs. It was a gooey sticky
mess. And it kept coming. More and more of the fibers rained down,
spinning around her as they fell. It was in her hair and on her face.
It was entangling her. She tried in vain to pull her arms free; It was
useless. The sticky fibers would allow her to move, but not escape. They
stretched about a foot and then held fast, like a thousand super- thin
rubber bands.
Realizing that she couldn't pull her arms free, Batgirl began to struggle
wildly, the thin pink goo stretching slightly but not letting her go. It
was useless; Strands were building on strands, making it more and more
inescapable.
Batgirl began to notice a smell. It was strangely sweet. She knew this
smell.
'Oh god, it's cotton candy!' Batgirl squealed, as the thin fibers
continued spinning around her struggling body, covering her soft, silky
bodystocking with sticky pink goo.
'Very purrrceptive Batgirl. But it's not just ordinary cotton candy...'
Catwoman roared with laughter, the other kittens joining in.
Batgirl desperately tried to pulled her arms and legs free from the
mounting web, but even her most fervent efforts were in vain. She might
have been able to free herself from a small amount of the sticky stuff,
but there was too much of it. It's combined mass was much stronger than
she was, and no amount of struggling or straining could loosen its sticky
grip, even a little. In fact, if anything it was getting tighter.
Batgirl looked up from her body to the four women outside. They were all
pointing at her and laughing, all in obvious elation at her sticky
predicament.
'Oh look Catwoman, It's working!' Talon gushed.
Batgirl looked up at the nozzles and then back down at her body. The
fibers were encasing her in a bright pink web. She continued to struggle,
but it was useless. It was getting harder and harder to move in.
She looked at her knees. They were now almost touching. She tried to
pull them apart but couldn't. She tried to pull her arms free. Now she
could only move them a couple of inches before the strings held fast. Her
heart sank. She wasn't imagining it. The entire pink web was getting
tighter.
'Oh god! What is this stuff?!'
'Its constrictor candy, Batgirl! An ...AMUSING new invention of mine.'
Catwoman purred, moving slightly closer to the glass. 'As it cools, it
contracts to one tenth it's original length.'
'Oh god! Uggh!...ughh..'
'Yes! Batgirl! It will build up around your body and then contract,
slowly strangling you in it's sticky candy caress. Oh, and it's very
strong. You'll find it completely impossible to escape. In only a matter
of minutes, you'll be strangled to death.... Its sweet pink outer coating
encasing your luscious body like a huge cotton candy treat!' Catwoman,
roared, thrilled at her victory.
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WHAT'S THIS? BATGIRL, TRAPPED IN A GIANT CONSTRICTOR CANDY MACHINE?
DESTINED TO BECOME COTTON CANDIED BATGIRL? HOLY CARNIVAL! WILL SHE END
UP A DEAD, GOOEY, STICKY MESS?
STAY TUNED
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WARNING...WARNING...WARNING....WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...
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This story contains as much bondage, lesbianism and fetismism as I could
possilby fit in, as well as melodramatic plot points needed to tell this
type of story. If any of this offends you, please DON'T READ IT.
If on the other hand you enjoyed The original Perils of Batgirl, you will
probably like this one as well. If you have any suggestions that you
would like to see in future episodes please feel free to write me. The
cliff hanger at the end of Chapter 4 is the brain trust of a net-buddy of
mine on AOL. (Thanks Rob). I've tried to keep this in the comic
book/60's TV Show mood. I hope you enjoy it.
The Weatherman
PERILS OF BATGIRL II
A Bondage Adventure Serial
The Weatherman
1995
Chapter 5
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...Batgirl desperately tried to pull her arms and legs free from the
mounting web, but found even her most fervent efforts in vain. She might
have been able to free herself from a small amount of the sticky stuff,
but there was just too much of it. Its combined mass was much stronger
than she was, and no amount of struggling or straining could loosen its
sticky grip, even a little. In fact, if anything it seemed to be getting
tighter.
Batgirl looked up from her struggling body to the four women outside.
They were all pointing at her and laughing, all in obvious elation at her
sticky predicament.
'This is fantastic!' Talon gushed.
Batgirl looked up at the nozzles and then back down at her body. The
fibers were encasing her in a bright pink web. She continued to struggle,
but it was useless.
She looked at her knees. They were now almost touching. She tried to
pull them apart but couldn't. She tried to pull her arms free. Now to
her dismay, she could only move them a couple of inches before the strings
held fast. Her heart sank. She wasn't imagining it. The entire pink web
was tightening around her.
'Oh god! What is this stuff?!'
'Its constrictor candy, Batgirl! An ...AMUSING new invention of mine.'
Catwoman purred, moving slightly closer to the glass. 'It sticks to
whatever it touches and then cools, contracting to one tenth it's original
length.'
'Oh god! Uggh!...ughh..'
'Yes! Batgirl! It will build up around your body and then contract,
slowly strangling you in it's sticky candy caress. Oh, and it's very
strong. You'll find it completely impossible to escape from it's icky
grasp. In only a matter of minutes, you'll be strangled to death.... Its
sweet pink outer coating, encasing your luscious body like a huge cotton
candy treat!' Catwoman, roared, thrilled at her victory.
'You fiend!' Batgirl screamed, as the fine strands continuing to weave
their deadly web around her.
'Talon, set up the video camera. Our client needs proof of Batgirl's
savory demise.'
While Talon carried out her orders, Catwoman walked up to the Constrictor
Candy machine and stopped inches from the glass. Batgirl could barely see
her through the mounting pink web, though she was only inches away.
'Oh that's right Batgirl, struggle for the Camera.' Catwoman said quietly.
'My client will enjoy it all the more. I get wet just thinking how
disgusting that stuff must feel around your body. It must feel
diabolically icky. Kind of sticky, tight and gooey all at the same time.'
'Uggh... Uggh... Oh god!' Batgirl grunted, continuing to struggle. Now
the sticky mess around her would only stretch an inch at the most.
'Can you feel it getting tighter Batgirl?' Catwoman cooed, quietly. 'Soon
it will become uncomfortably so. It will close in around you ever so
slowly. Layers upon layers of pink goo compressing you, squeezing you.
Oh, I so wish I could stay to watch.'
Batgirl could feel it tightening. For the first time she could actually
feel it start to squeeze around her body. The inch of movement that she
had before was gone. Now the strings around her body held her firmly in
place. She couldn't move her limbs at all.
'Well Batgirl, I must get over to the studio. I have arranged a special
photo shoot with a certain Miss La Gams. She should find it quite
electrifying. But don't worry, I will be back to sample some of your
sweet exterior later. Then maybe I'll mail you to Commissioner Gordon as
an early Valentine's present!' Catwoman as she turned to go.
'Catwoman!' Batgirl screamed still struggling in the pink mess.
'Ta Ta! Batgirl!' Catwoman said, as she exited with the Kittens through
the curtain.
Batgirl couldn't even see her. All she could see was pink. Her
entombment was getting oppressive. It was slowly squeezing her. She
could feel it tightening around her head, neck and body. Soon she would
be overcome. She had to do something.
She tried to lift her arms, but the were literally stuck to her sides.
She strained and struggled but the sticky fibers held fast, slowly
constricting around her.
'Auugg!' Batgirl grunted, as she clawed at the webbing, trying to gain
even an inch of ground on its unending assault. Her struggles were
completely useless. She was a mass of sticky pink fibers. A deadly web
that had only one mission. To kill.
She quickly realized that brute force would not do. She had to think.
Her left hand was near her utility belt. If only she could....
She used every ounce of strength left to move her hand a centimeter
towards her utility belt. She stretched her index finger outward,
straining again the strands that held her. No good. She couldn't reach
it. She tried again, concentrating all her mental powers on that one
finger. Stretch... Stretch... Stretch...
Success! That extra bit of mental effort stretched her finger just close
enough to push a button on the outside of the belt. The belt began to
heat up. The strands around and near the belt began to expand, giving
Batgirl just the amount of leverage she needed.
She quickly opened a compartment pulled out a can of Batgirl sugar
dissolver and began to spray her body with it. Within seconds she was
free though Constrictor Candy continued to rain down upon her. She
quickly reached into her belt again and pulled out her trusty Batgirl
glass cutter. She cut the glass and jumped to freedom, still a mass of
sticky pink goo.
She continued to spray her dissolver on the strands around her body and
after a short time, most were melted. She looked down at herself. The
purple bodystocking was ruined. She would have to go home and change
quickly. Catwoman obviously had plans for Miss La Gams.
She exited the funhouse, got on her cycle and sped home.
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Amanda Denier came home to find her roommate Cheri La Gams pulling a pair
of black stockings up her long shapely legs.
'Hi Cheri. Going out?' She asked looking at Cheri's attire. She was
dressed in a black turtleneck latex teddy, stockings and stiletto heels.
It was not unusual for Cheri. She was after all Apparel Obsessia's kink
girl of the year, or what ever. Amanda didn't understand it at all. The
most provocative thing she had ever worn was a garter belt and stockings.
The things in Cheri's wardrobe were way out there.
'Oui. I 'ave a photo shoot today. Verry kinky. I get to play ze
Dominatrix. Do you approve?' She said, turning around slowly.
Amanda looked at Cheri in her ultra tight outfit. The light gleamed off
her breasts and hips. The material of the dress looked like dripping wet
sex. She did look good. Hell, she looked better than that. She looked
incredible.
'God Cheri, You look hotter than the surface of Mercury.'
'Merci Ma'm'selle.' She said, leaning over slightly, playing the model.
Amanda went over to the couch and sat down. On the table were two shoe
boxes, one open and one closed. On the outside of each read:
Apparel Obsessia Domina Pump - Size 5
The open pair were obviously on Cheri's feet. She opened the other box.
Inside was another beautiful pair of black patent leather shoes with
absurdly high heels. She picked one of the shoes out of the box.
'How do you walk in these things?' She asked, looking at the heel as it
tapered down to a ridiculously thin tip. The heel was almost as long as
her foot.
'Oh its not so bad once you get used to zem.' Cheri replied, looking her
friends reaction to her well placed bait. 'Try zem on.'
'They're a size five. I'm a six and a half or seven.'
'Oh, zat's European sizing. Zey'll fit.'
Amanda looked up from the shoe in her hand. Cheri had a strange glint in
her eye. Amanda kicked off her sensible shoes and slid the shoe on her
foot. It fit perfectly. She pulled the other out and put it on as well.
They were indeed beautiful shoes.
'Ere, I will 'elp you stand up.' Cheri said, as she moved forward and
stood besides Amanda.
With Cheri's help, Amanda stood up carefully. The heels were unbelievably
high. She was more than a little wobbly as Cheri lead her to the mirror
to have a look.
'Oh my.' Amanda said as, she look at the shoes.
'Look what zey do for your beautiful legs.' Cheri said, lifting up Amanda
calf length skirt then sliding her hand up the front of Amanda's thigh,
until the hem of the skirt was past her upper thighs. 'Au oui, zey make
your legs look verry sexy.'
Cheri was right. The heels made the muscles in her already shapely legs
elongate and tighten, making her already beautiful legs look amazing.
'Mike would die, eef he saw you in zose.' Cheri said.
'I know, but I don't know how long I could wear them. Standing in these
things must be a killer.'
'You should try standing on one, with zee ozzer one tied to your wrists.'
Cheri said casually, lifting one foot off the floor while she put her
wrists behind her in a mock bondage position.
'You've done that?' Amanda said amazed.
'Zat and other zings. I 'ave done lot's of bondage. Actually I kind of like
it.'
'You like be tied up.' Amanda said incredulously.
'Oh sure, especially if it's ze right person doing ze tying. Sex and
bondage can be most encreable. Don't tell me no one 'as ever tied you up
before.'
'Only as a kid, playing cowboys and Indian's.' Amanda said.
'Zat doesn't count. You should have Mike do it sometime. It's a great
'ow you say, turn on?
'I wouldn't know where to start-'
'Ah, it's easy, I'd be glad to show you 'ow. You would be fun to tie up.'
Amanda turned and looked Cheri in the eyes. She was smiling and her
eyebrows were ever so slightly narrowed. She was serious.
'You want to tie me up.' Amanda asked.
'Only if you want me to. True bondage games eez a matter of mutual
consent and trust. I would never force anyone to do somezing zey didn't
want to do.'
Amanda thought about it for a while. She hated to admit it, but the idea
DID intrigue her. She had often thought about what it would be like to be
tied up. She looked at her friend Cheri. Though she knew she was kinky,
this was a side that she had never seen before. She was so nonchalant
with the whole thing. She was just standing there smiling, not saying a
word. Her statements hung out there like a flower brimming with nectar.
She decided to take the bait.
'OK. How do we do this?' Amanda asked, crossing her wrists in front of
her.
'First you 'ave to change.'
'Can't I wear what I have on?' Amanda asked looking at her long cotton
dress and shirt.
'Oh no. Bondage requires somezing a little more... unusual, non?. I zink
I 'ave somezing more appropriate that will fit you. Come wiss me.'
Amanda felt a twinge of excitement flow through her body as she followed
Cheri into her bedroom. Cheri opened the closet and went inside. After a
minute of so, she returned with an armful of kinky lingerie, which she
promptly deposited on the bed.
'I zink zis will fit you perfectly.' Cheri said lifting up one of the
items.
It was a long sleeved turtleneck teddy made of a shiny blue material. It
was open breasted and zipped up the front. It had a zipped crotch and it
snapped together in the front at the waist with four snaps. It looked
absolutely wicked.
'You want me to wear that?'
'Wiss some stockings of course.' Cheri said, confidently.
Amanda thought about it for a second. What the hell.
'Ok.'
'Tres bien. Put zese on.' She said handing Amanda a pair of jet-black,
seamed stockings. Amanda sat down, took off her shoes, hiked up her
dress, and pulled the smooth nylon up her shapely legs. The stockings
were the stay-up variety and were extra tall, coming nearly up to her
crotch.
Then she stood up and took off her regular clothes and let Cheri help her
into the teddy. She put her arms in the sleeves and worked them through.
She could already tell that the outfit was going to be tight. It hugged
her arms like a second skin. Cheri closed the collar around her neck and
then pulled the two sides of the teddy around under her breasts. She put
one side of the zipper into the fastening and as Amanda inhaled, zipped up
the front of the teddy. Then she grabbed the hourglass shaped piece of
material that was hanging down behind Amanda thighs and pulled it though
her legs. Then she stretched the material until it was taught against her
pussy and snapped it in place at Amanda's waist.
The teddy wasn't tight. It was absolutely stringent. It felt like she
had been wedged in it. Not that it was uncomfortable Actually, it was
arousing as hell.
''Ere. Put zee on.' Cheri said, handing Amanda a pair of blue shoes very
similar to the onea that she had just taken off.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and put the shoes on. Then she stood
back up carefully. Amanda then turned and spread her legs slightly,
putting her hands on her hips. Cheri stepped back and admired her.
'Oh you look fabulous. Come 'ere and take a look.' Cheri said, as she
guided Amanda to the full length mirror.
Amanda couldn't believe her eyes. She looked unbelievable. The effect of
the teddy and the shoes together made her look like a sexual dynamo. She
was going to have try these things on for Mike later. He would go
ape-shit.
Cheri went back to the closet and returned with a wooden chest which she
deposited by the bed.
'What's in there?' Amanda asked, curiously.
'Toys.' Cheri answered mischievously. 'Come 'ere.'
Amanda did as she was told. Cheri reached in the chest and pulled out a
length of thin white rope. Amanda put her hands out in front of her and
crossed her wrists.
'Oh no, my little sex kitten, I want your 'ands be'ind you. You're much
more vulnerable zat way.' Cheri said, turning her around. 'Put your 'ands
be'ind your back and cross your wrists.'
Amanda did as she was told. She put her hands behind her back and
hesitantly crossed her wrists, now slightly scared with the prospect of
giving her freedom away.
'Excellent. Now zere is just one rule. If you wish to stop, you just
sing or 'um a song. Any song. You 'um a song and I will untie you
immediately. Do you understand?'
'Yes'
'Tres bien.'
Cheri looped the rope around Amanda's wrist and coiled it around them,
alternating directions as she went. Amanda could tell she had done this
before. A lot. She took her time tying her. Meticulously placing the
rope so as not to pinch her. It didn't seem that tight, but as she
continued, the ropes layered on top of one another making the bondage
gentle yet inescapable. Cheri tied off the ends out of Amanda's reach and
stepped back to let her test her bondage.
Amanda pulled experimentally at her wrists and found she was indeed tied up
quite effectively. No amount of pulling or twisting would free her. She
felt her pussy get wet. A warm glow grew inside of her.
Cheri walked behind her and hugged her, her hands moving over Amanda's
helpless body.
'Ummm' Amanda moaned opening her legs slightly and inviting Cheri's groping
hands downward. She obliged, messaging her pussy with one hand as the other
cupped her exposed breast.
Amanda moved her body down onto Cheri's hand. Cheri responded with firmer
caresses. Amanda's hips began to gyrate with the pressure. She was
becoming very turned on. Cheri responded by removing her hands from her
body and stepping back.
'What are you doing?' Amanda asked with a slight whine in her voice.
'Cheri zink ma'm'sell not 'elpless enough.' Cheri responded, already
grabbing numerous lengths from the chest and returning to Amanda.
Amanda turned toward her. Cheri gently grabbed her under the chin, guided
her face up to hers and gave her a long passionate kiss.
'I zink M'am'selle needs more rope.' She said, turning Amanda around.
She looped more rope around Amanda's upper arms, just above her elbows.
Then she tightened the rope, drawing her elbows towards each other. Once
they were about three inches apart she began coiling the rope around them.
When she had three or four turns in place she turned the rope forty five
degrees and began to wrap the rope between her elbows. She carefully
lined up the cinching in neat rows until she reached the other elbow where
she tied it off.
'M'am'selle is very flexible, non?... Tres bien.' Cheri cooed, quietly as
she tied another rope to her elbow ropes and then fed the ends up and
round the outside of her shoulders. She crossed the ropes behind her neck
and then pulled them down in front, crossing them under each breast,
before returning around her torso to her elbows. Then not satisfied, she
repeated her movements, doubling the ropes.
She wasn't done. She doubled a rope, tied it to Amanda's elbow ropes and
then tied the ropes around her torso, above and below her breasts, holding
her arms tightly behind her.
Amanda experimented again. Cheri's artistic bondage forced her shoulders
back and her chest forward, making her breasts stand out provocatively.
It was expertly done. There was no way she was going to get free without
Cheri's help.
'Is it really necessary for it to be this tight?' Amanda said as she
pulled at her bonds.
'Absolutement. It is the essence of helplessness.' Cheri responded,
grabbing a three foot long pole made of ornately carved, unvarnished pine.
'Now spread your legs. Wider. Bon.'
Amanda spread her legs and Cheri tied each ankle to opposite ends of the
wooden pole. Then she slid her hands up the inside of Amanda's stocking
legs, just barely touching her pussy before grabbing another length of
rope and standing up.
'Haven't you tied me up enough?' Amanda whined questioningly. 'I can't
get out.'
'I know... Only a couple more.' Cheri responded, already grabbing a chair
and standing on it. She tied the rope to a large eyebolt in the wooden
rafter on the ceiling. Amanda had never noticed the eye bolt before.
Then she got down off the chair and fed the free ends under the ropes
above and below Amanda's ample breasts and pulled it taught.
The ropes tightened around Amanda's breasts and then forced her forward
and upward. Cheri felt the taughtness of the rope, was satisfied, and
tied the rope off. Then she grabbed another length of rope and attached
it to Amanda's wrists.
'Oh come on... this is enough.'
Cheri didn't pay any attention. She reached under the bed and pulled out
a number of large flat, circular weights with holes in the middle. She
positioned the weights a couple of feet behind Amanda and then pulled rope
attached to her wrists downward, through the holes in the weights, then
forward, under the pole spreading her legs. She then pulled it, until the
rope was taught. It forced Amanda's arms back and down and stopped her
from wandering forward. Cheri stood up and backed up a few paces looking
at her masterful bondage.
'Perfect'
'Perfect? Cheri, these ropes are awfully uncomfortable and these shoes are
killing me.'
'M'am'selle must learn not to complain so much.' Cheri said reaching into
chest. 'I zink its time for M'am'selle to be quiet.'
As Amanda opened her mouth to complain, Cheri took advantage and shoved a
bright blue rubber ball into her mouth. She worked it behind Amanda's
teeth and then quickly buckled it behind her head.
'MMMPHHHH! MPPPRRRpHUMPPP! UPPRrPPHH!' Amanda screamed unintelligibly.
'I don't understand...' Cheri said, smiling.
Amanda was dumbfounded. She was completely helpless. Why had she gone
along with this? She felt around the ball with her tongue. It had been
used before. She could feel the small indentations of another person's
teeth on the large rubber ball. And it was quite effective. It filled
her mouth completely and as much as she tried, she couldn't push it out of
her mouth with her tongue.
Cheri watched Amanda turning her head in frustration, trying to figure out
how to get the gag out of her mouth.
'Oh you can stop trying to get it out. I assure you that it eez quite
secure...' She cooed, as she walked behind her. 'Just one last zing.'
Cheri grabbed a black leather blindfold and put it over Amanda's eyes. It
had a hole cutout for the nose and it had two soft pads on the inside that
pushed up against her eyes making it impossible to open them. She was
completely blind.
This only added to her helplessness. Amanda could heard Cheri moving
around her. Her heels clicking on the floor as she walked. She pulled at
her bonds. They were ridiculously secure. She felt completely
defenseless.
Amanda was expecting Cheri to do something but she didn't. Instead she
heard her walk away and sit down on a chair across the room.
'Struggle for me Amanda' Cheri said softly. as the soft whir of a vibrator
came alive across the room.
Amanda was sure why, but she obeyed. She began to move in her bondage,
pulling at her hands and feet as best she could. Her body was a wash of
motion, all it of sensual. She could heard Cheri begin to moan, and the
rhythmic sound of her hip grinding on the vibrator. It was an amazing
turn on. She struggled harder, feeling the utter helplessness that
Cheri's cunning ropes had provided.
Cheri began to moan louder and louder until finally, Amanda heard her
come. The chair squeaking in unison with her thrusting hips. The sounds
slowly faded and then stopped.
She stopped her fervent struggling. She was exhausted. The ropes above
her body held her up. She listened for noises. She thought she heard the
sound of stocking feet being pulled from shoes but she wasn't sure. Time
passed, and still nothing.
'Mpph?' Amanda pleaded.
Silence.
'MPPPH!" Amanda pleaded again, pulling at her wrists and legs in
frustration.
Amanda had had enough. She was ready to stop. She was about to signal to
end to the proceedings when she felt the zipper of her teddy opening.
Then the soft touch of Cheri's fingers on her pussy. Then inside. Then
her hot, moist breath and her tongue.
Amanda began to move, but not for freedom. She was becoming incredibly
turned on. As Cheri's expert tongue dove in and out with reckless
abandon, she gyrated her hips in unison.
'Feel good?' Cheri asked softly.
'Uh-huhm' Amanda responded, moaning into her gag.
'Struggle for me Amanda.' Cheri commanded quietly, her fingers stimulating
Amanda clitoris.
'Uggghh.... ugghhhh!' Amanda responded, moving her body, concentrating on
the ropes encircling her. Holding her prisoner.
Cheri added her mouth to her already flexing fingers and began to suck and
caress Amanda's sex. The passion rising within Amanda was unparalleled.
She had never felt anything like this before. She pulled at her bonds
waiting for the shock wave that she could feel quickly rising within her.
It hit like an avalanche. Crushing her body with blow after blow of
intense pleasure. It was unbelievable. All she could do was scream into
her gag and hang on for dear life. Wave upon wave crashed over her.
Again and again. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore. They
eased and then subsided, leaving her completely spent.
Cheri removed Amanda blindfold and kissed her cheek. Amanda opened her
eyes and looked into Cheri face. Cheri was smiling. Amanda felt warm all
over. She was kind of sorry that Cheri was going to untie her. She
waited for her to do so.
But she didn't. Instead she grabbed something out of the chest. It was a
large pink vibrator.
'Ummphh!' Amanda whimpered.
Cheri took no notice. She slid the vibrator into Amanda sopping wet pussy
and held it there. With her other hand, she looped a rope around Amanda's
waist and then fed the free ends between the lips of her pussy.
'UUMmmmpp!' Amanda protested.
Cheri continued undaunted. She fed the ends of the crotch rope over
Amanda's elbow ropes pulling it tightly between the cheeks of her ass and
deep into her pussy.
'Tight enough?' She teased, giving the rope a slight yank.
'Ummphh!'
'I guess so.' Cheri said tying it off. She bent down and picked up a
small box that was on the ground. 'This is a remote control for the
vibrator. I am going to set it for fifteen minutes on fifteen minutes
off. I have to go to my photo shoot. It will take about four hours. In
that time, you should be utterly spent.'
'Mpphh!' Amanda whimpered trying to lift her feet.
'Do the shoes hurt?' Cheri asked. 'Let me help you.'
She pulled the shoes from Amanda's feet and Amanda found out just how
clever Cheri's bondage was. She ceiling ropes holding her up wouldn't
allow her to stand flat footed. Her stocking heels were only an inch from
the floor, but she couldn't get them any further down.
'I'll see you in a couple of hours. Feel free to scream at anytime.
Enjoy!' Cheri said, turning and walking out the door.
'Ummmmm ha ummmm ha ummmm!' Amanda began to sing, but it was too late.
Cheri was already out the door.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
IS CHERI WALKING INTO A CATWOMAN TRAP? IF SHE DOES WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO
AMANDA? AND WHAT OF BATGIRL? WILL SHE FINALLY GET REVENGE ON CATWOMAN OR
WILL SHE TOO BE CAPTURED AND SUBJECTED TO MORE AROUSING PERILS.... IF I
WERE A BETTING MAN...
STAY TUNED.
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WARNING...WARNING...WARNING....WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...
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This story contains as much bondage, lesbianism and fetismism as I could
possilby fit in, as well as melodramatic plot points needed to tell this
type of story. If any of this offends you, please DON'T READ IT.
If on the other hand you enjoyed The original Perils of Batgirl, you will
probably like this one as well. If you have any suggestions that you
would like to see in future episodes please feel free to write me. The
cliff hanger at the end of Chapter 4 is the brain trust of a net-buddy of
mine on AOL. (Thanks Rob). I've tried to keep this in the comic
book/60's TV Show mood. I hope you enjoy it.
The Weatherman
PERILS OF BATGIRL II
A Bondage Adventure Serial
The Weatherman
1995
Chapter 6
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Batgirl arrived home shortly after noon. Her ride home was
uneventful, though everyone turned to look at her as she
whizzed past. This wasn't exactly unusual; Whenever she dressed
as Batgirl, people stared. She had come to expect it. Actually,
in all truthfulness, she had come to enjoy it as well.
Except today. Today, people were looking at her strangely. It
was probably the gobs of pink constrictor candy that had dried all
over the outside of her purple bodystocking. She didn't blame
them for staring; She knew she was a mess.
Arriving home, she quickly shed her sticky clothes and ran into the
bathroom. She would have loved a leisurely bath, but unfortunately, she
had no time to spare, so she had to settle for a quick shower instead. The
water was hot and washed away the pink candy that was still left of her.
Finished, she got out, dried off and went back to the bedroom. She threw
the ruined outfit in the incinerator along with her soiled cowl and wig
and went to dress.
Luckily she had extra outfits. She had known there would be days
like this. She opted for her skin-tight, purple latex catsuit
and stiletto pumps. She dusted herself with ample amounts of baby
powder and pulled on the catsuit. After a bit of wiggling and
contorting, she had it on.
'God damn this thing is tight.' Batgirl said under her breath as
she sat down and slid on her five-inch, stiletto heeled shoes.
She grabbed her purple latex cowl and wig and put them on,
followed shortly by her utility belt. When she was done, she
turned and took a look in the mirror. Perfect.
'You're going to pay for that candy episode, Catwoman.' She said
aloud, before she turned, got back on her Batgirl Cycle and sped
off, the secret panel swinging closed behind her.
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Cheri La Gams arrived at the Sex Cages Boudoir Photography studios on
Langer Street and looked at the time. It was 12:13; Her extra curricular
activities with Amanda had made her a little late. She opened the door to
her sleek black sports car and stepped out. Cars all around her slowed
and one man almost walked into a lamp post. Cheri laughed slightly at the
man, then feeling sorry for him, blew him a little kiss, before opening
the dark glass studio doors and walking inside.
The reception area of the Sex Cages was impressive. The floors
and walls were made of imported black marble with rich red marble
inlay. The ceiling was over thirty feet high. Hanging on the
walls were a set of six, beautifully framed photographs, each ten
feet high. They were of beautiful women dressed in exotic
lingerie. One of the photographs caught Cheri's attention. It
was of a stunning woman in black lingerie, stockings and no shoes,
lounging on a mass of large, soft, red pillows with her hands tied
in front of her with white rope. She had a kind of "come down and
lay beside me" type of smile that was intoxicating.
She looked at the picture for a while and then turned and walked
towards the receptionist. She was seated atop a high stool,
behind a small black desk made of gleaming chrome and glass. She
was stunning. She was around thirty; Tall with long, wild, red
hair that had been teased and styled so as to make her look almost
savage.
With most women a hairstyle like that would have dominated her
appearance. Not so this woman. It was her eyes. They were
piercing green and so dazzling that Cheri was unconsciously
drawn into them like she had just fallen down two bottomless
wells. She stared deep into them as she approached, spellbound by
their intense magnetism. There was something lying beneath them;
A smoldering essence beneath the cool shimmering waters. It felt
dark and wicked.
As Cheri got nearer, she got a look at the rest of the woman's
body. She was wearing a tight, purple dress of a lycra material
that looked as if she had poured it on. She was sitting with her
legs crossed, but the upper leg was lifted slightly off the other,
giving anyone who approached a teasing view up her short skirt at
her firm thighs.
'May I help you?' The woman said smiling, leaning forward on her
stool slightly.
Cheri came out of her trance.
'Ah...Bonjour. I am Cheri La Gams. I am 'ere for ze
Apparel Obsessia fall lawngeree photo shoot.'
'Welcome, we've been expecting you.' The young woman said, bouncing off
the chair and moving around the desk to face her. Cheri looked down at
her feet. The woman was wearing purple stiletto pumps with ankle straps
that were locked closed around her shapely ankles with tiny brass
padlocks. It was a good thing that she sat down most of the time. Those
heels were certainly NOT made for walking.
Passion saw that Cheri was admiring her shoes. She liked that.
She also liked Cheri's choice in clothes. This was going to be
more fun than she could have hoped for. She smiled slightly and
held out her hand.
'My name is Passion, it so nice to meet you.' She cooed, as she
took Cheri's hand in her own. Her touch was electrifying. 'I
love your outfit. Very sexy.'
'Merci.' Cheri replied. 'I love your shoes. Verrry kinky.'
'Touche'
Passion opened her mouth and ever so subtly licked her lips.
'I'm afraid that Ms. Kyle has been delayed. She's asked me to
help you get ready.' She said, letting Cheri's hand slowly slide
from her own. 'If you would like to follow me, I will show you to
the dressing room.'
Passion turned on her heel, beckoned Cheri to follow and began to
saunter towards the back of the reception area. Even this woman's
walk was hypnotizing. Her hips rocked like it was a Latin dance,
completely fluid and natural.
Cheri followed Passion through a door and down a long hallway to
the back of the studio. The woman opened the door and ushered her
inside.
'Your outfit is hanging up over there. Our hair and makeup gal is
delayed as well, though really...' she said, looking Cheri up and
down, '...in all honesty, you don't need any makeup.'
'Merci' Cheri acknowledged, her eyes moving to the outfit hanging
up across the room.
It was a shiny yellow, turtleneck catsuit made out of what looked
like latex. Cheri walked over for a closer look. It was quite an
unusual outfit. It was unlined and made to cover the entire body,
including the feet and hands. For the life of her she couldn't
see any seems in the fabric. It looked like one solid piece of
latex.
'Bizzzarrrre' Cheri said softly, picking up the garment.
As soon as she picked it up, she knew it wasn't latex. The touch
of the fabric was indescribable. It felt incredibly slippery, yet
not oily. And it felt very, very sexy. She got wet just thinking
what it would feel like on.
'What is zis made of. It's so... strange.' She said, wide eyed,
as she continued to caress the fabric.
'It our latest invention. Unusual isn't it? Would you like me to
help you in?'
'Absolutement' Cheri replied, hanging up the outfit and peeling
off her clothes.
'Ow am I going to get in zis? Zere is no zipper.'
'It's a very special material. It will stretch.'
'Zis collar is going to stretch enough for me to get in?'
'Yes. Let me show you.' Passion said, walking forward
and taking the catsuit from the wall. 'Sit down over there and
I'll help you put it on.'
Cheri did as instructed and lifted her legs so that Passion could help her
put the catsuit on. Passion pulled at the collar of the catsuit and
amazingly, it slowly stretched in her hands until the opening was two feet
wide. Cheri put her legs in, and as Passion held the suit open, Cheri
pulled the legs on. It was as slippery inside as it was outside, so it
was easy to slide on. It was easier than putting on a pair of pantyhose.
The material stretched smoothly up over her thighs and then over her hips.
Passion continued to hold the collar open while Cheri squirmed in. In no
time she had her hands into the built in gloves, and Passion was able to
release her hold on the collar. As she did so, the collar slowly shrank
until it hugged Cheri's neck tightly, but not uncomfortably.
It was the most amazing garment she had ever tried on. As soon as
it was on her, it seemed to compress slightly, hugging her body
like it was her own skin. It felt completely wicked.
'Oh that looks great on you.' Passion said, putting her hand on
Cheri's shoulder and then moving it slowly down the outside of her
body.
'It feels amazing.' Cheri replied, moving her hands up her body
and over her erect nipples. 'It's so slippery'
'Yes it is...' Passion said, removing her hand from the outfit and
biting on her finger nail mischievously. 'If you will follow me,
Ms. Kyle asked me to show you into the studio. She will be here
shortly.'
Passion turned and walked out of the room. Cheri followed. As
soon as she took a step, sexual sensations fed up and down her
body. She stopped walking. It was the catsuit. Passion looked
over her shoulder and smiled.
'Feels great, doesn't it?'
'Extraordinaire' Cheri said, continuing forward, the sensations
starting all over again.
Passion laughed and continued walking. Cheri followed, walking
rather strangely as each step sent shivers up and down her body.
Passion stopped at a door and opened it.
'This is the studio we will be using. Ms. Kyle will be along
shortly.' She said, beckoning Cheri to enter.
Cheri walked inside the room and Passion closed the door behind
her, leaving her alone. It was a very large room. The floor of
the studio was made of rich red marble. The ceiling in here too
was very high. On the walls of the studio hung various leather
and bondage paraphernalia. Next to the door was a sawhorse like
device with a few bondage restraints attached. She walked over to
it gingerly, each step maker her more and more horny.
She reached the sawhorse and slid her hand along its wide, leather
top. It felt smooth and soft. She grabbed one of the restraints
and pulled on it experimentally. It was solid. She wondered
momentarily what it would be like to be tied atop it...-or maybe
Amanda. AMANDA. She wondered how uncomfortable and helpless she
must feel right now. The thought made her even more wet.
She looked up from the sawhorse and noticed a large obviously
bondage oriented device towards the back of the room. Cheri
couldn't help but walk over and take a look at it.
It consisted of two large, ornately carved black iron poles set
into the red marble floor. At the top of each, was a large
sculptured phoenix, carved in flight. Each pole had two fixed
manacles attached to it; One towards the top and one at the
bottom. The manacles were hinged opened, waiting for a willing or
unwilling prisoner to be locked inside. In front of the bondage
device was a huge mirror, that allowed victims to look at
themselves as they struggled for freedom.
Cheri walked up to the device and slid her hand up the left pole
as she walked around it. It was beautifully carved and smooth to
the touch. Cheri wondered what it would be like to be secured to
it. She walked forward and stood between the poles. They were
about three and a half feet apart. She looked at herself in the
mirror and gingerly put her wrists up to the open manacles. As
soon as both wrists came in contact with the back of the open
manacles, they slammed shut, trapping her.
'What's ze..' Cheri said, trying to pull her hands from the
manacles. It was useless. They were locked tight around her wrists.
The door at the far end of the room opened and Passion entered.
She was wearing the same type of catsuit as Cheri, but in bright
red. In her right gloved hand she held a bright yellow ballgag.
'Did my little canary get trapped in my cage?' She gushed, smiling
broadly as she walked forward. Judging by the ballgag in her
hand, Passion was not there to free her.
'What's going on 'ere?!' Cheri cried, pulling violently at her
arms as Passion slowly approached. Her struggles were useless.
The only thing they did, was to reinforce just how helpless she
was.
Passion stayed silent as she walked behind her and grabbed a
flailing ankle, pulling it towards the open manacle.
'What are you doing?! Cheri screamed, struggling to pull it free
of her grasp. Passion however had a good hold it and with both
hands, easily positioned the ankle in the open manacle. It locked
automatically. She grabbed a hold of the other ankle and soon, it
too was bound.
'Let me out of zis!' Cheri cried, now struggle to free all of her limbs.
'I don't think so. Catwoman will be here soon and she said I
could to play with you until she arrived.'
Cheri's eyes widened in horror at the realization of her dilemma.
She opened her mouth, but she never got the chance to scream;
Passion was already shoving the bright yellow ball into her mouth,
and buckling it tightly in place behind her head.
'That's right struggle for me. It will make everything so much more...
intersting...' Passion whispered as her hand moved between Cheri's thighs.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
MEANWHILE AT CHERI LA GAMS APARTMENT....
Batgirl arrived at Cheri's penthouse apartment at one o'clock.
She knocked at the door and waited. No answer. She tried again,
still no response. She didn't have time to screw around, so she
pulled out her Batgirl lock pick, made quick work of the deadbolt,
and cautiously walked inside.
'Cheri?.... Cheri La Gams?' Batgirl asked softly.
She stopped and listened for any noises. She heard a faint sound
from a room at the far end of the hall. She walked towards it.
As she neared the door, the noises got louder. It was the sound
of a woman moaning into a gag.
Batgirl turned, kicked the door in and jumped inside. There in front of
her was Amanda, writhing in stringent bondage. Her arms were tied tightly
behind her back. Ropes from the ceiling held her in such a way as to
force her to stand on her stocking toes, which were spread far apart by a
wooden pole. Her eyes were opened wide, staring at Batgirl in disbelief.
Her entire body glistened with sweat, and saliva drooled from the
outside of the large blue ballgag in her mouth. She was in
constant motion. Her hips gyrated madly as if she was making wild,
passionate love to an invisible partner below her. She closed her
eyes and shuddered, obviously orgasming.
Batgirl, momentarily stunned by the intense sexual display, came
to her senses, ran to the woman and pulled the ballgag from her
mouth.
'Augh!...Oh.god!...Batgirl....Augh!... Please!...Augh... T-T-
Turn, turn it off!'
Batgirl looked around her in confusion.
'Auggh! The box! Turn off the boxxxxxxx!' Amanda pleaded,
shooting her eyes downward, before she yanked her head back again,
in the midst of another gut wrenching orgasm.
Batgirl reached down and turned off the box.
Amanda's body slowly came to rest. Her head falling down in
exhaustion.
'Oh god! Thank you, Batgirl.'
'Who.. Who did this to you?!' Batgirl asked.
'It was my roommate, Cheri La Gams.'
'Cheri La Gams? Where is she?'
'She went to some kinky photo shoot.'
'Where. She is in grave danger.'
'Cheri in danger?'
'Don't you remember? I told you on the phone yesterday. You were
supposed to have her call me.'
'Oh god! I thought it was a prank. I didn't know!'
'It doesn't matter now. Where did she go?'
'I don't know exactly... Wait! She wrote the address down over
there by the phone!'
Batgirl bounded over to the phone and picked up a notepad laying
beside it. There were indentations from the missing piece of
paper above it. She grabbed a pencil and in twenty seconds, she
had her answer. She walked back to Amanda.
'I've got to go. Cheri has probably already walked into a hideous
Catwoman trap. I hesitate to think what her diabolical mind has
thought up for her.' Batgirl said turning to go.
'Wait! You can't leave me like this!'
'I'm sorry, you're right.' Batgirl said, bending down and flipping
the switch on the box.
'Nooo!' Amanda squealed, as she felt the massive vibration come
alive in her pussy again. 'Please!...'
'Don't worry.' Batgirl said as she opened the door and walked
half way outside. 'I'll call the police from my Batgirl
Cycle..... Knowing them, they will make it here in one, maybe two
hours.... Have fun.'
Then she was gone. Amanda stood and looked at the closed door for
a couple of seconds, expecting Batgirl to return. The seconds
turned into minutes. She was serious. She was going to leave her
like this....
Amanda stood further up on her toes. She was coming again.
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Cheri moaned into her gag. Catwoman's Sex Kitten Passion,
enveloped her, sliding her equally slippery body against her own,
thrusting her thigh against her pussy. The feeling of the two
catsuits against one another was incredible. Cheri's whole body
shook with pleasure.
She sucked at the cunningly secure ballgag and pulled uselessly at
her ankles and wrists. It was pointless. The bondage trap she
had walked into was quite secure. Passion slid her hand between
Cheri's thighs and began to stroke her again. Cheri screamed into
her ballgag as yet another orgasm rocked her body. She had never
experienced anything like this before.
'Well, well, well.' Catwoman said, walking into the studio. 'When
the cat's away...'
'MPPHHH!' Cheri screamed into her gag.
'I see our guest is in good spirits. Is she enjoying the Sensi-
suit? It looks like she is...'
Passion turned and looked at Catwoman. She was just as turned on
as Cheri.
'It looks like both of you are.' Catwoman added dryly.
'These Sensi-suits are out of this world, Catwoman.'
'Yes. They are quite... stimulating.' Catwoman, said as she
approached the pair.
Passion released her grip and removed herself from Cheri's
quivering body. Cheri moaned into her gag, exhausted.
'Tired, my little Parisian pet?' Catwoman purred. 'You
haven't seen anything yet.... Passion release the exciter!'
Passion moved behind the bondage frame to the wall and pulled a
switch. Cheri heard a dry metallic click below her and looked
down. A section of the floor was sliding away, revealing a large
black dildo attached into a boxy metal base.
'MmmmPH!' She cried into her gag as the dildo began to rise slowly
until it was directly below her pussy.
'Passion, hold her while I position this.'
Passion obeyed and held Cheri around the waist, while Catwoman
slowly raised the dildo upward by hand, carefully inserting it in
her vagina. As more of the dildo entered her, the material of her
bright yellow Sensi-suit went with it, easy stretching to
accommodate the large black phallus. Soon seven inches were
inside of her, with the crotch of the Sensi-suit stretching around
the outside of the dildo like a condom.
'Mmmmmmm' Cheri moaned, feeling the strange material of the Sensi-
suit caressing the inner walls of her vagina.
'Well no one can accuse me of not practicing safe sex.' Catwoman
joked as she removed her hands from the dildo and stood up.
Cheri lifted her body slightly and an incredible wave of emotion
washed over her. She stopped moving.
'Yes, Miss La Gams, you are wise not to move too much. The
material of the catsuit you are wearing has been specially
designed to excite the wearing into a sexual frenzy. Originally I
designed it for fun and play, but in the course of my personal
experiments, I uncovered an unfortunate side effect. If the
stimulation is allowed to increase past a certain level the suit
goes out of control, and the wearer is engulfed in a massive
upward spiral of sexual emotion. Unfortunately, the human body
can't sustain this level of pleasure for too long. In a matter of
minutes, the suit will force your body into sensory overload and
you will die.... Killed by your own sexual overdrive!
'Mppph-!' Cheri cried, moving slightly and discovering first hand
what Catwoman meant. She stopped moving and stood as still as
possible.
'You French girls are so smart. You've discovered that if you
stay still, you can't get excited..... That's quite true.
Unfortunately, I already thought of that....' Catwoman said as
she walked back to the wall and pulled another switch.
The dildo began to vibrate and thrust slowly up and down, sending
intense surges of primal lust throughout Cheri's helpless body. She
began to move in spite of herself. Her movements only increased
the effect. Soon she was literally out of her mind with lust.
'MMMPPpMmmPPP!' Cheri screamed, already into her first orgasm.
Catwoman squealed with laughter.
'Look Catwoman, she's doing the can-can!' Passion squealed, moving
her hand to Cheri's heaving breast.
'Yes, its too bad we don't have a napkin or something to
immortalize her on.'
'You won't need any napkin where you're going, CATWOMAN!'
Catwoman spun around to see Batgirl standing in the doorway.
'Sssssss! Batgirl!' Catwoman hissed.
'That's right, Catwoman!'
'But you're dead. Encased in my sticky candy... extinct!'
Batgirl walked quickly to the center of the room and stopped,
spreading her legs slightly and putting her hands on her hips.
'The only thing that's come to an end is your sick charades. Turn
off the machine and let her go!'
Catwoman started to crouch down slightly like she was going to
fight, but then relaxed strangely.
'Very well, Batgirl...' She said, turning and lifting the switch.
The thrusting of the vibrator ended and Cheri slowly relaxed.
'You're certainly more than a match for me...'
Suddenly Batgirl heard a noise behind her, and spun around just in
time to see the Vixen and Talon pull a huge sheet of plastic
around her from either side. Batgirl tried to pull away, but the
woman were too fast. They had already moved behind, and around
her wrapping her inside. She struggled to get free, but the
plastic encased her entire body. All the way from her ankles, to over
her head.
As Batgirl struggled against the plastic and the woman holding
her, Passion arrived with what looked like a hair dryer and began
to dance around Batgirl, blowing hot air at her. The plastic wrap
sealed around her, shrinking and conforming around her body until
she was trapped in a super tight, seamless plastic bag.
She was suffocating. Catwoman came over and spread a clear jelly
over Batgirl's mouth and nose. The plastic melted away and
Batgirl was able to breath.
'Aggh... Aghh.' Batgirl grunted struggling in the super tight
plastic.
'Its no use struggling, Batgirl. That's Siamese shrink wrap, a
fiendish invention of mine. If I wished to, I could tie you down
under some heat lamps and watch it slowly crush you to death...
But, unfortunately for you, I have an even nastier idea...'
Catwoman said, smiling widely.
'Talon, get the purple Sensi-suit we made for Batgirl. The one
with the built in dildo. I have an idea that will kill two birds
with one stone so to speak....'
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
WHAT DOES CATWOMAN HAVE PLANNED FOR BATGIRL AND POOR CHERI? DON'T
MISS THE NEXT STIMULATING EPISODE....
The Weatherman
PERILS OF BATGIRL II
A Bondage Adventure Serial
The Weatherman
1995
Chapter 8
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'.......Its no use struggling, Batgirl. That's Siamese shrink
wrap, a fiendish invention of mine. If I wished to, I could tie
you down under some heat lamps and watch it slowly crush you to
death... But, unfortunately for you, I have an even nastier
idea...' Catwoman said, smiling widely, as she approached the
still struggling Batgirl.
'Nighty night!' She gushed, as she pulled out a small perfume pump
bottle and sprayed a small amount of the contents in Batgirl's
face. Batgirl inhaled a small amount of the mist and wilted like
a rag doll in The Sex Kitten's arms.
'Talon, get the purple Sensi-suit we made for Batgirl. The one
with the built in dildo. I have an idea that will kill two birds
with one stone....' She said already approaching Cheri with the
spray bottle.
* * *
As Batgirl slept, Passion and Vixen relieved her of her outfit and
replaced it with the purple Sensi-suit. They worked her legs into
it and then carefully inserted the Sensi-suit covered dildo into
her vagina before pulling the suit onto the rest of her body.
Once they were finished, they tied her up.
Two lengths of white rope were used to tie each of her ankles
tightly to her thighs. Another length of rope was used to tie her
elbows tightly behind her back. Then they looped a rope around
her waist a number of times and then tied her wrists to it on
either side of her. Finally, as a last touch, Passion tied a rope
to her elbow ropes, pulled it downward between her legs and up and
over her waist rope in front. A evil smile erupted on Passion's
face, as she slowly pulled the rope taught, drawing the stretchy
material of the Sensi-suit between the cheeks of Batgirl's rear
and deep into her pussy.
'Tighter.' Catwoman purred quietly, as she pulled on the rope
experimentally. 'I don't want Batgirl to be too comfortable...
...Much better. Now tie it off and start on Miss La Gams.
The Kitten's obeyed and released the sleeping Cheri from the bondage
trap and tied her in exactly the same manner as Batgirl.
'Excellent work Kitten's. Bring our two slumbering playmates next
door. Let's see who wants to be on top...'
* * *
Batgirl stirred from her forced slumber and found that she
couldn't move.'
'Oh look, our purrrple princess is awake. How delicious.'
Catwoman cooed, approaching Batgirl.
Batgirl, quickly understood why she couldn't move. She was
tightly bound. She opened her eyes and groggily looked around
her. The first thing she saw was Cheri. She was facing her about
ten feet away, still unconscious. Batgirl looked down. She was
suspended five feet off the ground atop a strange barrel shaped
object that was three feet long and three feet in diameter.
Her spread thighs hugged the barrel's curved outer surface, which
was made up of individual metal rollers placed close together,
each two to three inches in diameter. The rollers weren't
straight. They curved up and down slightly creating small peaks
and valleys along their gleaming metal surface. Yet they fit into
one another perfectly; The peaks of one roller matching up with a
the valleys of its neighbor.
The Sex Kittens had tied her so she couldn't get off the barrel.
With her ankles tied to her thighs, and her arms of no use, it
meant that she could only grip the outer surface of the rollers
with her inner thighs and knees. And that was almost impossible
to do; The metal rollers were coated in grease making the already
incredibly slick material of the Sensi-suit, even more
ridiculously slippery. In fact, Batgirl would have slid off the
side of the barrel if it weren't for a thin metal brace that was
locked closed around their shoulders. The brace held her body
upright on the top of the barrel's elaborate surface.
Batgirl looked across at Cheri. She too was sitting atop a
similar barrel. Connecting the two barrels was a sturdy metal
pole. The center of the pole was perched atop a pyramid shaped
object between Batgirl and Cheri.
Batgirl shifted atop her barrel and felt the dildo inside of her
rub against the sensitive walls of her vagina. It sent chills
though her helpless body.
Cheri stirred. She quickly came round and began to struggle in
her tight bondage. She quickly gave up and looked over at
Batgirl, obviously wondering what Catwoman had in mind.
'Now that you're both awake, I would like to explain what the idea
of my little game is....'
'Listen Catwo-' Batgirl interrupted.
Catwoman didn't let her even start. She pushed a button on a
remote control in her hand and Batgirl let out a yelp, as a quick,
sharp jolt of electricity fed up through her body from the metal
rollers below her. Catwoman waited for Batgirl to say somthing
else, then finding her silent, smiled and continued.
'That's better. You're sitting on opposite ends of my Arouser
See-Saw. A small electrode bas been placed in your suits to
measure your sexual response. The machine takes that sexual
energy and transforms it into electricity which it stores in a large
battery at the base of the see-saw. There's a small and fairly
harmless amount stored in there right now from my test runs with
Talon and Passion... as you Batgirl, I'm sure can certainly attest
to. Soon however, after you start to squirm in those delicious
Sensi-suits and your helpless bodies begin to react to their
intoxicating embraces, your mounting passion will feed the
batteries large empty cells, until its charge has become quite
deadly.'
'I'm sure there more to this than just storing our sexual energy,
Catwoman.'
Catwoman looked up at Batgirl and smiled, sliding her hands up the
outside of her firm breasts.
'Correct as usual, Batgirl. Besides just storing your sexual
energy, the Arouser See-Saw also measures it as well. Here's where
the fun part comes in. The Arouser will measure which of the two
of you is more aroused, and lower the other in response. And you
don't want to be lowered. Underneath each of you is a button. If
this button comes in contact with the ground below you, the
machine is programmed to release all of it's stored energy. frying
both of you to a crisp.
'Oh mon dieu! Batgirl!' Cheri cried, renewing her feeble attempts
to escape.
'Don't struggle, Cheri! The suit is designed to excite you when
you move!' Batgirl cried, trying to calm the poor girl.
'Correct! Batgirl...' Catwoman applauded, walking next to Cheri.
'As Cheri already knows, once the Sensi-suits get going, it will
be impossible to stop your bodies mounting passion!' Catwoman
cried as she moved her hand to Cheri's bosom and stroked the under
side of her left breast softly.
'I think we need a little multimedia presentation to get us in the
mood... Passion!'
Passion flipped a switch and a video began to play on a huge
screen behind Batgirl. Batgirl turned to look behind her, but a
small, yet carefully placed partition made it impossible for her
to see it.
'Oh mon dieu...' Cheri said softly, her eyes glued to the screen.
A woman began to laugh wickedly. Batgirl knew who it was
instantly. It sent chills down her spine.
"...Oh my god it's quicksand!'
"Very perceptive, Batgirl... But not just ordinary quicksand,
It's Clavicsand!.."
Batgirl's mind reeled as the soundtrack continued. Even over the
cackling voice of Nora Clavicle explaining her fate in sickening
detail, she could hear the sound of her legs squishing in and out
of the surface of the thick oozing quicksand.
'Where did you get this?!' Batgirl screamed, trying to blot out
the sound of the slurping.
'Didn't know it existed, did you Batgirl? No one did. A couple
months ago, I got a call from my good friend Miss Clavicle who
asked me to pick it up before the police or someone else equally
unsophisticated happened to stumble upon it. She felt it might
have a damaging effect on her current not-guilty plea.'
Catwoman licked her lips and then looked at Cheri. 'Seems
like I played it for the right audience. I think she enjoys
watching you struggle, Batgirl.'
Batgirl looked over at Cheri. She was spellbound. Suddenly the
barrel below Batgirl's spread legs began to rotate. The rollers
uneven surfaces softly messaged the inside of her thighs and her
crotch as they went by, jiggling the dildo inside of her. She had
never felt anything like the suit before. She instantly
understood why Cheri had been so out of control before. It felt
amazing. The suits inner surface rubbed slightly across her body
as she moved, caressing her breasts and other erogenous zones.
Her body began to respond almost at once, and as it did, Cheri's
barrel began to turn as well.
Batgirl watched Cheri look down in amazement and then begin to
struggle harder.
'Oh my god, what's happening?!' Batgirl said, watching the barrel
she was on slowly speed up in response.
'Oh I forgot to mention that your sexual energy also directly
controls your partners barrel. The more turned on you get the
faster your partner's barrel will spin!'
Cheri responded to the rotation underneath her spread legs and
began to move even more. Struggling against the cunning ropes
that bound her. Her movements only caused her to get more
excited. That in turn increased the speed of Batgirl's barrel,
and worse, began tipping Batgirl's end of the hideous sexual see-
saw downward towards to ground.
Catwoman began to laugh as Batgirl thrust her crotch into the
rotating seat, trying to equalize their sexual responses in an
attempt to stop her descent. It worked. Her sexual energy
increased and the ends began to tip the other direction. Cheri
looked at Batgirl realizing what was happening as the see-saw
tipped past level and then downward in her direction. Cheri
responded by pushing her own crotch harder against the rotating
cylinder.
'Catwoman, you've out done yourself with this one!' Vixen gushed,
as she watched Batgirl's end lower again, requiring Batgirl to
struggle atop the rotating barrel in an effort to stop her
descent.
'Yes... its a shame that we can't stay to watch the show in
person.'
'Oh.. Catwoman...' Passion whined.
'I know. But the video will be waiting when we get back. It
could take as long as an hour with these two sexual dynamos, and
we have things to do!'
Catwoman let out a roar of laughter as she watched first Cheri's,
then Batgirl's end dip downward.
'Catwo-wo-man. You'll pay-ay for this!' Batgirl stuttered as the
passion within her continued to build.
'Ta ta! Batgirl' Catwoman said exiting the room.
Batgirl looked over at Cheri. They were both equally helpless and
powerless to stop the mounting desire within them. And so it
went. Each of the girls in turn got more and more excited, trying
to keep the machine in equilibrium, slowly bobbing up and down
like they were in a kindergarten play ground.
First it was Cheri who was descending then Batgirl. Each of the
women struggled desperately to free themselves, but their fervent
struggles only caused their bound bodies to move more in the
cunning Sensi-suits, slowly bringing them closer and closer to
orgasm.
'Oh Batgirl! I am going to come!' Cheri said, already visibly
shaking as the rush of the first orgasm hit her. As Cheri
screamed in ecstasy, Batgirl began to descend rapidly. She lifted
her elbows, pulling the crotchrope and the dildo deeper into her
pussy. She squirmed on the rotating bearings concentrating on the
massive feeling that were growing quickly within her.
Inches from the ground, she came. The see-saw tipped upwards
again, then past equilibrium. Cheri stopped orgasming and slump
over slightly, complete exhausted.
'Cheri! Come on you can't stop now!' Batgirl screamed as her own
orgasm came to an end.
Cheri responded and began to move, the sequence starting all over
again. She stopped descending and then it was Batgirl's turn...
Batgirl pulled at her bonds, but they were cunningly secure. She
was helpless to stop her body respond again to the barrel and the
Sensi-suit. How long could they last?.....
* * *
Forty minutes, and six orgasms later, Batgirl and Cheri were
completely exhausted. Their bodies however didn't stop
responding. It was useless to struggle, but they found it
impossible to stop, and watching each others writhing form in
front of them only increased their passion, reinforcing their own
helplessness.
'Oh mon dieu, Batgirl! I can't 'old on much longer!' Cheri cried,
straining at the ropes around her body.
'I know Cheri! I trying to think...' Batgirl responded already
feeling her seventh orgasm approaching.
Then the idea hit her. It was risky, but their only chance.
'Cheri, move as much as you can. Struggle like you have never
struggled before. Now!'
'But why?!' Cheri screamed confused.
'Just do it!' Batgirl cried forcefully.
Cheri did as she was told, and as she did so, Batgirl did the same
working herself into an absolute frenzy. The Sensi-suit moved
like a pool of thick jello around her, and the dildo inside of her
rammed against her as she moved up and down.
The barrels began to spin faster and faster, only adding to the
mounting swell of lust that the women had created. Still they
continued. The barrels were soon spinning so fast that Batgirl
was thankful that they were so well greased.
Batgirl rammed her pelvis into the machine. Her plan wasn't
working. She looked over at Cheri. Cheri was bouncing up and
down and struggling. The Sensi-suit had her completely out of
control. Her worst fears were being realized. The passion within
her was mounting to an unbelievable level. She had to keep
trying. pushed her crotch harder into the rotating rollers,
moving herself forward and backwards along the barrel rotating
surface with reckless abandon.
Suddenly, Batgirl saw what she had hoped for. A wisp of smoke
escaped the top of the pyramid. Then another.
'Come on Cheri! Harder!' Batgirl cried, watching the mounting
smoke rise from the pyramids point.
'Oh god! Batgirl! I going to come!' Cheri cried. writhing atop
the spinning cylinder as if she was riding a bucking bronco.
'Just a little bit longer Cheri!' Batgirl cried.
Cheri couldn't hold it any longer and the orgasm overcame her. It
was so intense that she wasn't sure if she would survive it. She
writhed in her bondage, pulling at the crotchrope between her
legs, thrusting and thrusting as wave after wave of passion
enveloped her.
The force of Cheri's orgasm, was immediately translated by the
machine and fed to Batgirl, who had no choice but to orgasm as
well. The power of the desire within her rocked her to her very
core. For a second, she didn't even know who she was. She didn't
care. She was completely overwhelmed. All she could do was ride
out the wave as it swept over her.
Batgirl's plan worked. The combined energy from the two women's
intense orgasm was too much for Catwoman's machine. The already
smoking pyramid began to shudder and exploded, sending Batgirl and
Cheri in opposite directions.
* * *
Batgirl opened her eyes and looked around. The brace had hinged
open and she was lying on the ground still tightly bound in rope.
Miraculously however, she wasn't injured. She looked over at
Cheri. She was out cold. Batgirl looked at the machine. The
force of the explosion had cut a jagged hole in one side of the
pyramid leaving sharp metal edges. Luckily for Batgirl and Cheri
it was the side facing away from them.
She struggled over the pyramid and used the sharp metal to cut the
ropes around her body. Within a few minutes she was free. She
pulled off the Sensi-suit and freed Cheri who was slowly coming
round. Cheri opened her eyes and looked in Batgirl's eyes.
'Oh zank you Batgirl!' She cried, clutching onto Batgirl.
'You were an equal part in it.' Batgirl said, allowing Cheri to
recover before pulling her Sensi-suit from her body. 'Let's get
into some more suitable clothing and get out of here. I need to
get you safe.'
'Oh mon dieu! We must go back to my apartment. My roommate...'
'She OK. The police have seen to that by now, I'm sure.'
After Batgirl found the clothing that each of the women had come
to the studio with they each dressed. After Batgirl was in her
outfit, she walked over and picked up the purple Sensi-suit that
was lying on the ground.
'Under different circumstances...' She thought as she folded up
the shiny purple suit and put it under her arm.
'Are you keeping zat for evidence?' Cheri questioned as they
walked out the front door of the studio.
'Something like that.' Batgirl said smiling. 'Get on the back of
my Batgirl cycle. I'll have someone pick up your car later.'
The women sped off and were soon rounding the corner of police
headquarters. Batgirl was hoping for a quiet entrance, but
unfortunately, Commissioner Gordon had just finished a press
conference and television and newspaper reporters were everywhere.
Catwoman would know they escaped.
* * *
'Catwoman, you told me they were dead!' Ashlyn cried, hitting the
mute button of her television.
'I don't believe it. How is it possible? Damn her!'
Ashlyn turned off the television and began to pace.
'She's going to find out about me. It's only a matter of time
before old Mr. Layhee puts it together and contacts her.'
Catwoman looked up.
'Well, I guess I'll just have to take care of him....' Catwoman
said standing. 'And while I'm there, I make sure to leave a clue
behind for Batgirl. It will be subtle, but she will figure it out
and when she does... I'll be ready. Passion, Vixen... Get over to
the emporium and set things up. I have to take care of old Mr.
Layhee.'
* * *
Batgirl opened the door of Commissioner Gordon's office and walked
inside. Chief O'Hara and the Commissioner leapt to their feet.
'Batgirl! Thank heaven's your safe. While you were away, a Mr.
Layhee has been trying to reach you desperately. It's something
to do with Harvey Ashlyn...'
'What about him?'
'He wouldn't say. Just that he need to speak to you immediately.
It seems he may know why Catwoman's is staging her reign of
terror.'
'I'll pop over there at once!' Batgirl said, turning on her heels
and striding to the door.
'For heaven's sake, be careful Batgirl. We still haven't been
able to reach Batman and Robin. You're all alone in this.'
'I'll be OK Chief' Batgirl said, exiting the door.
* * *
Batgirl arrived at Mr. Layhee's office. It was closed. She pulled out
her Batgirl lock pick and was in the door in seconds.
'Mr. Layhee?' Batgirl announce, carefully walking through the
office, listening for any response.
She crept down the hall, looking into the various offices along
the way. Nothing. At the end of the hall was a door. On the
outside it read:
Ernest Layhee, Senior Partner
She knocked on the door and then hearing no response, opened the
door and peered inside. It was dark. She felt for the light
switch and turned it on.
Mr. Layhee was sitting at his desk, but her wasn't moving.
Batgirl walked behind him and touched him. He slumped forward in
his seat, his head smacking the top of his desk. She was too
late. He was dead. She propped him up and noticed a set of
scratch marks on the front of his shirt. Catwoman.
Batgirl began to search the office. To the casual observer,
everything would have seemed normal, but to Batgirl's keen sense
of intuition it was obvious that someone had already rifled the
office thoroughly. There was no paperwork regarding the Ashlyn's
what so ever.
'Damn!' She curse turning to leave.
Her foot kicked something. She bent down and picked it up. It
was a small acrylic paper weight. She looked at it and almost put
it down but thought better of it. Something about it caught her
eye. It wasn't the small figure of a woman in sexy lingerie that
was encased in the clear acrylic. It was the shape of the paper
weight itself. It was shaped like a cat.
Batgirl turned the paper weight over and looked at it. On the
bottom of the paperweight was the name and address of the company
who made it.
The Totally Terrific Trophy Emporium
1625 Ming Court
Batgirl stopped and thought. Ming court. 'Ming is Chinese for
meow.' She said softly. 'I wonder.'
* * *
Batgirl followed the lead and soon found herself outside the
Totally Terrific Trophy Emporium on Ming Court. It looked
deserted. She walked up to the front door and tried to open it.
It was locked. A sign hung in the window.
Closed for Renovation
Something about this didn't seem right and Batgirl decided to
check it out further. She walked around the side of the building
and using her Batgirl rope, got herself up to the second floor.
From there it was easy to pry open a window and slip inside.
Batgirl quickly found that the upstairs portion of the building
was completely abandoned. So she quietly walked down the stairs
to the first floor.
At the bottom of the stairs was a door. She carefully opened it
and found herself in an immense showroom. Rows and rows of neatly
arranged trophies and plaques, as well as some large statues and
huge clear Lucite artworks clogged the main showroom. In the back
of the showroom was another door.
Batgirl took a quick look around at the various trophies and
plaques. Nothing interesting. Just for a moment, she thought
that maybe the paperweight was meaningless, but that feeling
quickly passed as she opened the door in the back of the showroom
and looked inside.
It was like she had walked into another world. It was a massive,
dimly lit room, decorated with soft pillows and fine silks. The
floor was made up of large pink marble and clear, Lucite tiles,
each twelve feet square, making up a huge checkerboard pattern.
Thirty feet to the left of the door, was a huge trophy that seemed
oddly familiar. Intrigued, Batgirl went to take a look.
It turned out to a life-sized bronze of herself, in a typical
Batgirl pose; Her legs slightly spread and her hands at her hips.
It was very lifelike. On the base of the trophy read:
Batgirl
Sexiest Woman in Gotham
Batgirl realized that this was a replica, only much larger of the
trophy she would receive later at the Apparel Obsessia
Awards dinner.
'Hello, Batgirl.'
Batgirl, spun around to find Catwoman lounging on a mass of pink
silk pillows at the far end of the room. She was dressed in her
super tight, shiny, black catsuit.
'Catwoman!'
'Welcome, Batgirrrl.' She purred, sliding her left gloved hand
over her breasts seductively. 'I hope you had a good time at the
studio. So nice of you to... drop by.'
'Very droll, Catwoman.' Batgirl responded, slowly walking towards
her. 'Nice trophy.'
'Do you like it Batgirl?' Catwoman responded, her mood changing.
'That foolish Harvey Ashlyn made a terrible mistake trying to give
that to you. Everybody knows that Catwoman is the sexiest woman
in Gotham!'
'You can show your trophy to your cellmates, when you are back in
prison.'
'You're purrr..spective on the situation, Batgirl, is, as usual,
completely contorted. You are my prisoner here.'
'I think you're overestimate your abilities, Catwoman. When have
you ever been able to take me one on one?' Batgirl said,
continuing across the room, now half way across.
'I wouldn't come any closer, Batgirl.'
Batgirl, stopped, put her hands on her hips defiantly and smiled
broadly. Then started forward again.
'I'm so scared-' Batgirl started to say, as she walked out of her
high heeled pumps and stumbled forward. She regained her balance
and looked down confused to find that both of her stocking feet
were stuck in an centimeter of clear ooze. She struggled to pull her
feet from ooze, but it was useless. Though she was able to lift
them, she couldn't get them out. Strings of clear material held
her tightly in check.
'Oooo' Batgirl said, feeling her feet squish in and out of the
thick goo. She pulled her legs but it was useless. The ooze had
her firmly in its clutches. She looked up at Catwoman who was
laughing wildly then back down at her stocking feet. She was now
standing in a couple of inches of ooze. She was sinking.
Batgirl realizing the situation, considered launching herself
backwards onto the solid ground, but luckily, looked behind her
first. A Lucite panel was sliding silently away from her,
exposing more ooze. Batgirl struggled wildly to free herself as
the thin panel disappeared beneath the marble section, six feet
behind her, but her struggles only made her sink deeper.
Batgirl looked around her panicking. There was ooze all around
her. The solid pink marble sections were six feet away in all
directions.
And she was sinking. She struggled to pull her feet free but it
was no use, she just continued to sink. Her dark stocking feet
were completely under the surface now. The ooze felt strangely
warm as it enveloped the legs of her thin catsuit... and thick.
'Oh god!' Batgirl cried, as she pulled viciously at her legs. It
was pointless. She was utterly helpless in the thick gooey stuff.
She had visions of herself sinking to her death, when suddenly,
she hit solid ground. She looked down finding herself buried in
twelve inches of clear ooze.
With the ground below her as an ally, she quickly tried to pull
her legs free of the ooze, but she could barely move them. They
were completely stuck. Undaunted, she put her hands behind her
knee and pulled up on her leg with all her strength. Even with
that incredible effort, she was only able to lift her foot a few
inches, and that was it. She couldn't possibly pull it free. The
warm, sticky substance clung to her legs, holding her in place.
'Oh god, It's like glue!'
'Very purrrceptive, Batgirl.' Catwoman purred, as she got up from
her soft pillows and slowly approached the pit of ooze. Stopping
at it's edge, she put her index finger up to her mouth and bit
down on her razor sharp claw, smiling. 'It's my Purrrfectly
Perrrverted Bondage Adheasive Batgirl. A fiendish, new invention
of mine.'
'Uggh..Uggh! Batgirl grunted, getting more and more frustrated
that she couldn't lift her feet from the thick ooze.
'Oh, that's right, struggle. You know I love to watch you
struggle, Batgirl. It makes me wet just watching you.'
'If you think it is so much fun, why don't you join me?'
'Very well, I will'
Catwoman walked around behind Batgirl, and to Batgirl's amazement,
stepped into the glue. Then to her absolute astonishment, She
watched Catwoman pull her foot free and take another step toward
her. Anticipating Batgirl's question Catwoman explained.
'My outfit is made of Catslick Material, a special anti-adhesive
fiber, Batgirl. The glue won't stick to it.'
As Catwoman slowly approached, Batgirl continued to struggle. She
was completely helpless, and tiring quickly.
Catwoman stopped a couple of feet away from her. Batgirl, tried
to turn to fight but found she couldn't.
'You look tired, Batgirl.' Catwoman said smiling. 'I think maybe
you should lie down!'
'No! Catwo-' Batgirl screamed, but it was too late. Catwoman
taking advantage of Batgirl's crippled state, easily grabbed her
shoulders and pulled her backwards.
Batgirl's fell backwards into the glue with a sickening
sludgghidhfhg. She landed on her rear and back and had
instinctively tried to break her fall with her hands. Now she was
on her back with her arms buried up to her elbows. She tried to
pull herself up but found herself helplessly stuck.
'You Bitch!' Batgirl screamed, her struggles causing her body to
ooze slightly deeper into the warm glue. Catwoman stepped over
the prone figure of Batgirl with a leg on either side of her
waist.
'Don't struggle too much, Batgirl.' Catwoman said, lifting her
boot from the glue and placing the toe on Batgirl's sternum.
'You might sink....' She said, pressing down, pushing Batgirl
further into the ooze.
'Oh God! Please don't!....uggh!'
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WILL CATWOMAN DROWN BATGIRL IN THE HIDEOUS BONDAGE ADHESIVE? WHAT
A STICKY SITUATION!
STAY TUNED....
Here is chapter 8 in the on going saga.... For those who missed earlier
chapters of this story or the original Perils of Batgirl, I am going to
post them along with chapter 9 on Saturday to alt.sex.stories... Thanks
to everyone who gave such kind words of encouragement.
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WARNING...WARNING...WARNING....WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...WARNING...
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This story contains as much bondage, lesbianism and fetismism as I could
possilby fit in, as well as melodramatic plot points needed to tell this
type of story. If any of this offends you, please DON'T READ IT.
If on the other hand you enjoyed The original Perils of Batgirl, you will
probably like this one as well. The cliff hanger at the end of Chapter 4
is the brain trust of a net-buddy of mine who lives on AOL. (Thanks Rob).
I've tried to keep this in the comic book/60's TV Show mood. I hope you
enjoy it.
The Weatherman
PERILS OF BATGIRL II
A Bondage Adventure Serial
The Weatherman
1995
Chapter 8
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....Batgirl's fell backwards into the glue with a sickening
sludgghidhfhg. She landed on her rear and back, and unfortunately had
instinctively tried to break her fall with her hands. Now she was
on her back with her arms buried up to her elbows. She tried to
pull herself up, but found herself helplessly stuck.
'You Bitch!' Batgirl screamed, her struggles causing her body to
ooze slightly deeper into the warm glue. Catwoman stepped over
the prone figure of Batgirl with a leg on either side of her
waist.
'Don't struggle too much, Batgirl.' Catwoman said, lifting her
boot from the glue and placing the toe on Batgirl's sternum.
'You might sink....' She said, pressing down, pushing Batgirl
further into the ooze.
'Oh God! Please don't!....uggh!'
* * *
Catwoman removed her toe and straddled Batgirl again.
'Don't worry, Batgirl. I'm not going to let you die.....Yet. I'm
going to let you purrrcolate a bit first...' Catwoman said
quietly, her eyes narrowing slightly. 'A little diversion
purrrhaps....'
Catwoman turned and pulled Batgirl's knees apart, forcing the
outsides of them into the glue. When she was finished, the soles
of Batgirl's stocking feet were facing each other and her legs
were spread wide open, the outside of her knees, stuck deep into
the glues sticky clutches.
Catwoman, pulled out a long silver vibrator from behind her back
and turning, buried one end of it into the glue, hard up against
Batgirl's pussy. Then she turned it on. Batgirl struggled to get
away from the touch of the vibrator, but it was useless. It was
literally glued to the thin patent material covering her pussy.
'Now, that you are suitably entertained. I think that the only
fair thing for you to do is entertain me.' Catwoman said, getting
down on her knees, and straddling Batgirl's face.
'Pleasure me, Batgirl.'
Batgirl, didn't move.
'You're in no position to refuse. I can be very purrrsuasive...'
Catwoman said, pushing down on Batgirl's forehead, forcing the
back of her head into glue.
'Oh god, No!'
'Suck Batgirl!' Catwoman said, pushing crotch of her Catsuit hard
against Batgirl's mouth.
Batgirl had no choice but to comply. She opened her mouth and
sucked at the thin material covering Catwoman's pussy. She pushed
up with her tongue and sucked, searching for her clitoris.
'Oh, that's right, Batgirl. Right there.... ohhh yes. Harder.'
Batgirl continued to satisfy Catwoman as the vibrator between her
legs, purred on, it's knowing touch, firmly attached right above
her clitoris. She began to gyrate her hips in unison with
Catwoman and soon both women were in a state of frenzy.
'Oh YES Bagirl! Yes!'
Catwoman came first, followed shortly there after by Batgirl.
When the waves of passion subsided. Catwoman got off Batgirl and
stood up.
'Batgirl, you are amazing.' she said, looking down at the still
struggling form of Batgirl, half buried in glue. 'I want to
remember you just like this....
...But maybe with a different pose...'
'What are you doing to me?' Batgirl asked, as Catwoman stuck her
gloved hands in the glue and pulled Batgirl's legs until they were
straight out and slightly spread.
'Posing you, Batgirl' Catwoman responded as she positioned Batgirl
hands at her hips.
Batgirl struggled to free herself but she was completely helpless.
'Get me out of here, this stuff is hardening!' Batgirl screamed,
trying to move but finding it impossible to do so.
'Correct, Batgirl! As the adhesive cools, it set into a
purrrfectly clear Lucite, with you and your luscious body trapped
in its rock hard, inescapable shell.... purrrmanently!' Catwoman
said, laughing as she walked to the wall and pulled a switch.
'Ah!...Augh!'
Batgirl heard a click and looked up at the ceiling. A eight by
four foot metal frame was slowly lowering towards her, She could
do nothing but helplessly watch as it cut into the glue, until it
surrounded her body, sticking two feet out of the surface.
Catwoman, walked back to Batgirl, pulling a long hose.
'Another one of a kind item, Batgirl...' Catwoman laughed, turning
the nozzle of the hose, releasing clear glue, that began to ooze
into the into frame. 'A Batgirl, PAPERWEIGHT!'
'No!... Ugggh!' Batgirl grunted trying to move in the hardening,
bondage adhesive. It was useless. She could barely move. She
was powerless as the softer, warmer adhesive slowly oozed from the
nozzle, rising around her exposed body parts.
Catwoman placed the nozzle in a specially made holder at the top
of the frame, and smiled as the goo oozed into the frame, slowly
covering the remainder of Batgirl's helpless body.
'Oh god! Uggh!...' Batgirl grunted, struggling with all her might
as she felt the sickening was glue glob over her thighs. Catwoman
watched Batgirl's reactions with rapt fascination. Batgirl was
giving it everything she had, but her fate was sealed. Her
horrific death was now a sure certainty.
'I would love to stay and watch, Batgirl, but I have plans to
attend to. Plus, figure I have all time I want to admire you, when
you're hanging on my wall!'
'No..Catwoman! Don't leave me like this! Ugghhh...'
Catwoman, turned, walked to the door and paused.
'Don't move, Batgirl. I want to remember you just like
you are!' She said, laughing as she ducked out the door and fled,
leaving Batgirl to die.
* * *
Valerie Ashlyn put her toe in the second jet-black stocking and then
slowly pulled it over her small foot, and then up her smooth tan leg,
being particularly careful to pull it tightly and evenly all the way up.
With both stockings on, she laid back in the soft sofa and raised her legs
in the air, bending them slightly at the knee. She pointed her toes and
then moved her hands to the outsides of her shapely ankles, sliding them
slowly over the soft nylon downward, then over her knees and inward
towards her moist pussy.
She lingered there awhile allowing herself time to enjoy the
sensations, then stood, and walked to the mirror.
The dark stockings shimmered in the soft lighting, outlining the
outsides of her incredible legs first with a line of midnight
black, then a region of dark sexual sable, finally converging into
a sensual, fleshy chocolate. This pair of stockings were so tall that
the black stay-up tops touched her pubic hair. They needed to be;
The black patent, halter dress she had chosen for the Apparel
Obsessia Awards Dinner was insanely short.... and tight.
Valerie stepped into her black stiletto pumps and smiled. Batgirl
was drowning in the bondage adhesive. Catwoman said that she
would be dead by four o'clock. How delicious. Tonight was going
to be a wonderful night. She moved her hands down her nude body
and between her slightly spread legs. The dinner wasn't until
nine o'clock. She had time....
* * *
Batgirl looked down over her prone, helplessly mired body, at the thick,
gooey adhesive oozing into what now amounted to a vat of clear, slow
rising death.
'Auggh!' She grunted trying to lift any part of her body from the
sticky nightmare. It was pointless. She now barely move. The
glue was hardening. She couldn't move her feet at all.
The glue oozed up her stomach and then around her breasts,
creating two purple islands in the clear placid surface.
'Oh god, I can't move!' Batgirl screamed, straining at the hardening
epoxy, as the warmer, softer glue on top, oozed upwards surrounding her
head and creeping up the outside of her breasts. In a matter of minutes
the glue was around her ears and chin. She could smell its strange
chemical aroma and feel its warm embrace on her skin.
She had to do something now. Right now. But what?! She
certainly couldn't pull her arms out, or the rest of her for that
matter. But she had to do something!
She thought about the pink constrictor candy. Maybe that would
work here too. She strained with all her might and was just able
to touch the button that heated up her utility belt.
She could feel the utility belt slowly get warm and then hot. She
thought that she was onto something, as the glue around her waist
softened, but her hopes were soon dispelled. All it did was allow
her slightly more room to struggle, -and get completely frustrated
in. Though the glue got soft, it was still incredibly thick and
sticky and there was absolutely no way that Batgirl was going to
be able to pull her arms out. Hell, she could move them more than
a few inches.
'Oh god!' Batgirl cried, as she felt the glue crest her chin and
creep up towards her lower lip. 'Augh!...'
Suddenly Batgirl remembered something. Something that she had put
in her utility belt last month, but never used. She closed her
mouth as the glue crested her lower and then upper lip, as she
strained with all her might to lift open a compartment on her
belt. She could only get it open a half an inch, but that was
just enough.
With an amazing feat of concentration, as the glue touched the
lower part of her nose, Batgirl cracked the top of the vile in the
compartment releasing a red chemical.
The glue began to react at once as Batgirl took what she knew would be her
last breath for quite awhile, then relaxed, conserving oxygen. The red
chemical began melting the glue into a clear liquid letting off a mass of
thick white, and very deadly, smoke. The glue reacted instantly, but
because there was so much of it, it took almost two minutes before Batgirl
was able to pull herself free and jump from the hazardous chemical cloud
and ripping off her smoking catsuit, cowl, wig and stockings.
Then she staggered away and collapsed. Taking a huge breath. She
was alive! She took another huge breath and looked back at the
pit of glue. The Chemical and glue had combined to form an
incredibly unstable, and dangerous compound, which was now boiling
madly at the bottom of the pit. She got up to go and noticed a
business card next to her. She grabbed it and stood up.
She took a look at the pit of glue. It was going to blow. She had no
time to lose. She had to get out now. She turned and ran at full speed
for the exit. She just got out the door before the explosion. The force
of the explosion knocked her to the ground. She turned and looked the
building that was now completely engulfed in flames. She still couldn't
believe she was alive. She looked down at her nude body and wondered how
she was going to get home. She had nothing to wear home except....
Batgirl walked quickly to the Batgirl cycle and pulled out the purple
Sensi-suit, and as fast as she possibly could, put it on. It still had
the same amazing effect on her. She would have to try this Sensi-suit out
later in the privacy of her own home. She then grabbed a paper bag and
punched two hole in it for eyes and put it over her head. People were
really going to stare today...
She climbed aboard the Batgirl Cycle and started the engine. The massive
dull rumbling of her cycle caused the dildo inside of her to vibrate. She
only got a mile before the first orgasm. This was going to be some ride
home.
* * *
Batgirl arrived home thoroughly exhausted. She would have felt
more of a fool driving home, if it weren't for the fact that she
had to use all her mental energy just to stay on her Batgirl
cycle. The devious Sensi-suit did what it was designed to do. By
the end of the journey she was literally humping the seat in wild
abandon. She had to get it off of her before, she went absolutely
crazy.
She ripped the bag off of her head, pulled the purple Sensi-suit
off of her body and started the tub. It took over twenty minutes
to get the glue off. Things were going to change. Catwoman would
pay for this. That was for certain. She climbed out of the tub
and began to towel off.
Then she remembered the business card. She walked to her Batgirl
Cycle and pulled the card from the storage trunk. It was a
business card to a fetish boutique. She decided that she would do
a little late evening shopping before making her appearance at
the awards dinner.
* * *
As Batgirl entered the east side of Gotham, dusk fell upon the
city. The darkness held out it arms and slowly gathered in the
last of the eerie twilight, casting a dark violet glow on the
surrounding buildings. It almost looked surreal, as she took a
left on Industry Parkway, and then a right down a small, dimly lit
side street.
Batgirl made her way along the darkening street until she reached
the address shown on the card: 1425 Vinyl Lane. She parked
her Batgirl cycle along the side of the building, well out of
sight of any passers by, and walked back to the front of the
store.
Batgirl shot a quick glance at the darkening street around her.
It was deserted. Not suprising; This area of Gotham consisted
entirely of industrial warehouses and factories.
Batgirl looked down at the soiled business card she held in her
hand. She was in front of a small, black store front, with no
windows. A small, red neon sign hung above the door in stark
contrast to the dark surroundings.
It read:
Valerie's
Very Private
Leather and Fetish Boutique.
'Strange area for a place like this to be in.' Batgirl said
quietly to herself, as she approached the door to the store.
Taking a last look around, Batgirl cautiously opened the door and
walked inside. As soon as she was inside, the red neon sign
above the door, turned off ominously.
The store was much, much, larger than it looked from the outside.
It was overstocked with a huge supply of very neatly arranged,
erotic leather, latex, and PVC apparel, as well as a very large
assortment of bondage paraphernalia. Batgirl was secretly
overwhelmed with the selection and wished that she had gone there
as Barbara Gordon, instead of Batgirl. She couldn't help but
slide her gloved hand along a particularly cute, red PVC teddy as
she walked along.
'Batgirl! What an honor!'
Batgirl, looked up from the teddy to see a beautiful woman enter
the showroom from a room behind the sales counter. She was in her
late twenties, and smiled as she walked forward. She obviously
enjoyed fetish clothing, for she was dressed to kill.
She was wearing an extremely tight and shiny, black-PVC,
turtleneck dress that gleamed in the soft lighting. It was super
tight and was so short that the black tops of her opera length
stockings, peeked out beneath its hem. She complimented the
outfit with a pair of short, black patent gloves and a pair of
ridiculously high, black patent stiletto heels. A shiny chain
belt was attached around her waist with a small padlock. Very
kinky. Her blond hair was cut in a short, layered look, which
bounced in unison with her hips, as she sauntered sexily forward.
'I'm Valerie Ashlyn.'
'Of Apparel Obsessia fame?' Batgirl, asked raising her eyebrow.
'Is this some kind of offshoot store?'
'Yes, I am and no... this is my private boutique. It caters to
the.... let's say kinkier side of our clientele.'
'Kinkier side?' Batgirl thought to herself. How much kinkier
could you get than Apparel Obsessia.
'Normally Batgirl, I see people by appointment only, but with you,
I will gladly make an exception.' she purred, stopping close
enough so Batgirl could smell her subtle, yet intoxicating
perfume.
'Can I show you anything in particular? Maybe a new patent teddy
perhaps.'
'Possibly...' Batgirl said, stalling, feigning interest in a
beautiful black bustier.
Valerie smiled, trying to hide the excitement she was feeling.
When the security system had first picked up the sound of the
Batgirl cycle outside, Valerie had been beside herself. Her
dismay was understandable. She was sure that she was dead.
Catwoman had assure her that Batgirl would be dead at four
o'clock.
'... no one escapes that sticky goo.' Catwoman had said, laughing.
'No one but Batgirl' Valerie said, quietly to herself, watching
Batgirl casually admire a particular fine pair of custom, stiletto
shoes.
Luckily for Valerie, it had taken Batgirl time to stash her cycle;
That had given her time to calm down and formulate a plan. Things
weren't so bad. Catwoman had helped install some Bat-traps in the
boutique, just in case. Now all she had to do was catch her. The
thought sort of excited her.
In fact, her pussy was wet, with the prospect of capturing her. A
fitting pay-back for her step father's misplaced adoration. She
couldn't help but slide her gloved hands down over the front of
her breasts, as she looked at Batgirl in her exquisitely sexual
costume.
The glue had obviously ruined her Batgirl Catsuit because now she
was dressed in an incredibly tight purple turtleneck teddy, that
fit every curve of her sumptuous body. It was cut very high on
her hips, showing off her incredible legs, which were encased in a
pair of sheer, jet-black pantyhose.
An area of patent material, just above her breasts, had been cut
out in the shape of a bat and replaced with sheer black material,
offering a excellent view of Batgirl's ample cleavage. She could
understand why so many male and female master criminals had been
taken off guard by her sexual charms. She could imagine them
looking at her sumptuous body, as a high heeled ankle boot smashed
into their face. Valerie would not give Batgirl the chance.
'Would you like me to help you into something?' Valerie asked,
innocently. 'I would love to put you into something tight... maybe
even a little... constricting.'
'Are you talking about apparel or bondage?' Batgirl said, with a
slight smile.
Valerie didn't answer right away. She felt herself get even wetter
at the thought of putting Batgirl in bondage, but she kept a cool
exterior, only smiling a bit wickedly and walking around Batgirl
to the wall.
'I would be happy to help you into either.' Valerie said, noticing
that Batgirl was examining a particularly exquisite, purple,
leather singleglove. She moved a step closer and smiled.
'Ooo, you like the singleglove. I'm sure you would look great in
it.' Valerie said her eyebrows narrowing slightly. 'It's so
supple, almost inviting. It's made from the very softest imported
Italian lambskin. But don't let the touch of the leather fool you.
It's extremely well constructed. We use a special adhesive and
then stitch it together by hand. I guarantee that once you're
strapped in, well.... it's quite inescapable.'
'Inescapable?' Batgirl said, playing along.
'Your arms go in the sleeve behind your back and then it get
zipped up, forcing your elbows together. The straps cross over
your chest and buckle in back, keeping it firmly in place... after
a few minutes it's wonderfully uncomfortable...'
'I'm sure it is.' Batgirl said, hanging up the singleglove and
casually walking on, hiding the twinge of excitement that she
felt. She had to come back here... Later.
Batgirl walked by the sales counter and paused picking up a
business card from dispenser. It was the same as the one she had
found at the trophy emporium.
Valerie walked behind the counter and faced Batgirl, noticing her
interest in the card.
'Have you seen anything that interests you?'
'Yes, this card. I found one just like it thing afternoon.
Catwoman dropped it.' Batgirl said, turning, to face Valerie,
spreading her legs slightly and putting her hands on her hips.
'Catwoman?' Valerie said, trying to sound suprised. 'She's one of
our best customers. In fact, she recently special ordered a very
unusual item. Her Sex Kittens and I just finished building it
downstairs....
...It's unbelievably EVIL, Batgirl. Would you like to have a look at it?'
'I don't think so.' Batgirl said, backing up slightly.
'But Catwoman had us build it especially for YOU, Batgirl!...'
Valerie said breaking into a wide smile.
Batgirl knew she was in trouble, but it was too late. Before she
could react, Valerie reached under the counter and pushed a
button. A six foot square area of floor below Batgirl's feet,
separated into eight parts and hinged downward, sending her
through the hole in the floor, onto a steep slide below. The
slide fed into a small room, where she was unceremoniously
deposited, rear first.
For a brief second, Batgirl was disoriented, but she quickly
recovered. Jumping to her feet, she turned to the wall behind
her, just in time to see a panel slide closed over the opening she
had slid through.
'Goodnight, Batgirl.' a speaker at the top of the ceiling
broadcast. A second later a thick white gas began to feed into
the room at foot level. Batgirl was helpless as the thick gas
slowly rose, filling the room. As the gas overcame her, the room
began to fade, and she fell to the floor, unconscious.
* * *
Batgirl awoke to a throbbing in her head. She tried to put her
hand to her head to ease the pain and found that she couldn't move
her arms. See opened her eyes and looked about groggily. She was
lying on her stomach, in the middle of an opulent room, on a mass
of soft pillows.
Valerie, now dressed in a sheer, black nylon bodystocking, was
feeding the final strap of the purple leather singleglove Batgirl
had seen earlier, into the buckle behind Batgirl's shoulder blade.
'Wake up, wake up, Batgirl.' Valerie sang, in a fairy tale voice,
as she tightened the strap in place.
The room stopped spinning and Batgirl's senses quickly returned.
She tested the singleglove and indeed found it inescapable. The
soft purple leather, conformed tightly to her arms, pulling her
elbows together behind her back. Valerie had also tied her ankles
together with a strand of white rope. She was completely
helpless..
'Let me out of this thing!' She ordered, struggling against the
singleglove in frustration.
'I don't think so.' Valerie said, grabbing a red ball gag. 'I
caught you fair and square, so your mine to play with until
Catwoman arrives.'
'Listen Valerie-' But that was all she could get out before
Valerie worked the rubber ball behind her teeth and buckled it
tightly in place behind her head.
'MMpph! Mmpphhrpp!' Batgirl screamed into her gag, struggling in
earnest now against the singleglove and ropes that Valerie had so
expertly applied.
'That's right, Batgirl struggle. Struggle harder. You have no
idea how much I love to see you squirm. It's making me
unbelievably wet.' Valerie whispered. She lifted Batgirl to a
sitting position, and moved behind her, wrapping her arms around
Batgirl's waist, pulling her close against her body. Batgirl
tried to pull away, but she was helpless as Valerie's right hand
moved to her breast, while her other slid down the front of her
purple teddy and between her legs.
'Your teddy is so thin and tight Batgirl. It means you're going
to feel everything.' She said and she pinched Batgirl's breast.'
'Ummph!' Batgirl reacted, again fighting to get free. But the
singleglove was cunningly secure, and all her fervent struggles
were in vain. Valerie, enjoying the squirming form of Batgirl,
reached behind her and produced a large, red vibrator. She showed
it too Batgirl, turned it on and pushed it between Batgirl's legs.
Buzzzzzz
'Relax Batgirl.' Valerie cooed quietly in Batgirl ear, as she
watched her hips begin to gyrate under the pressure of the
vibrator. 'You should enjoy this short time we have together;
Because I guarantee you won't enjoy the device that we built for
you. I don't want to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak
but...'
Valerie shut off the vibrator, grabbed Batgirl by the back of her
hair, and turned her head toward her. Batgirl stopped moving her
hips, opened her eyes to see Valerie only inches away.
'...I get wet just thinking of you helplessly struggling in there,
Batgirl.' Valerie said, softly kissing her on the cheek, as she
turned the vibrator back on high, and plunged it between Batgirl's
legs.
Batgirl's feeling of helplessness intensified. She was well aware
of Catwoman's devious mind. She struggled against the singleglove
again in another vain hope at escape. It was no use. It held her
arms tightly behind her back. All she could do was wait and hope
that somehow she would get free. What did Catwoman have in store
for her?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
WHAT HIDEOUS DEVICE HAS CATWOMAN HAD VALERIE AND THE SEX KITTENS
BUILD FOR BATGIRL DOWNSTAIRS...? I KNOW YOU'RE DYING TO KNOW....
Weatherman here....
Unbelievable as it may seem, this is actually a new chapter to this
insanely out of control saga... I hope everyone enjoys it. I can't
guarantee how long it will take for part 14 or 15 to show up...
THE PERILS OF BATGIRL II
A Bondage Adventure Serial
The Weatherman
1996
Chapter 13
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Catwoman walked to the door and paused, waiting for the ball to lurch
downward again. After a few moments it did, accompanied by the Sex
Kitten's squeals of joy as Valerie's dance began again.
Catwoman lingered. She knew the next few minutes here would be
exquisite... Valerie was putting on one of the most stimulating
performances she had ever seen; It was a pity she would miss it.
Catwoman''s smile softened. It was a pity that Batgir had missed her
opportunity on the Pleasure-Ball. Catwoman turned and walked out the
door, strangely sad. It was a pity that Batgirl would miss the experience
of so many of her ingenious play things... Such was life...
* * *
MEANWHILE DIRECTLY UPSTAIRS...
'Aa-au- I've got -t -t... te -to do sommmme..thing...' Batgirl
said, her entire body quaking in the now freezing pit of Cool-
tex. 'Oh my god... N- n-n- no!'
Batgirl clenched her eyes shut and rode out the orgasm. She
had no idea how many she had had. She had lost count thirty
minutes ago.
She tried to move her arms and legs and found it impossible. They were
held so tightly in the slowly shrinking mold of Cool-tex that she
couldn''t tell where her body started and where the Cool-tex began.
Batgirl shuddered as the last remnants of the orgasm slowly faded, and she
again began to feel just how cold the Cool-tex had become around her.
She was freezing.... trapped in a solid rubber prison. Completely
helpless as it cooled and tightened. It was worse than Nora Clavicle's
robot. All she could do was lay there in the undulating mass. Letting
it's strange material, move against her....
Batgirl began to feel the emotion rise within her again. It was
growing...
Batgirl looked at the surface of the Cool-tex only inches from
her eyes. It was undulating from the vibrators installed within
the walls of the pit. She tried to move again and found that the
Cool-tex was even tighter than before. Molding her in its ever
tightening rubber bondage.
A rush of incredible helplessness swept over her, as she
opened her chattering teeth and tried to inhale from her mouth.
It was getting incredibly hard to breath. She knew she would be
dead in a matter of minutes.
'Oh ga-g-g-od, I- I'm s-s-so....c-c-cold... Auggghhh...' Batgirl
moaned as another wash of emotion swelled over her. She tried
to twist her hip and felt something crack. She stopped dead.
At first she thought it was a bone, but then she started to feel something
warm around her pelvic area. Batgirl looked down. The surface of the
Cool-tex above her submerged pelvis was steaming.... One of the
compartments of her Utility belt had cracked open from the pressure and
had released something into the Cool-tex. What ever it was, it was
causing the Cool-tex to melt.
In no time, the Cool-tex above her pelvis was bubbling, and the entire
area around her hips was turning into mush. Batgirl's' eyes widened in
sudden realization that she had a chance to escape and shoved her hips
downward in an attempt to pull her arms from the Cool-tex. Unfortunately,
the area around her arms was still solid and her movement only resulted in
pushing her hips deeper into the melting pink goo.
Batgirl realized her mistake and responded by lifted her hips as high as
she possibly could, using her feet and calves, which were still firmly
lodged in solid Cool-tex, to perfect advantage.
Her idea worked. The slushy, bubbling Coot-tex, and more
importantly, what ever Batgirl-agent was reacting with it, slid
down between her breasts and around her shoulder area. In no
time the Cool-tex around her shoulders and arms was slushy and
Batgirl stated to lift herself with her torso, attempting a quasi
sit up within the quickly melting Cool-tex.
Slowly her upper body came free of the bubbling pink material
and she somehow managed to get to her feet. She looked down.
She was up to her knees in Cool-tex, but the area around her
feet which seconds ago was about to crush her, was now sliding
up her legs. She was sinking. Sinking quickly.
Batgirl reached behind her and grabbed her Batgirl rope. She
had to hurry. The material from within her utility belt was
doing far too good a job. The pit was quickly becoming a mass
of pink slush and she was already waist deep.
She looked around wildly, catching eye of her target just as her
breasts sank into the unstable goo. She only had one
chance at this. She threw the hook out, expertly looping the end
of her rope around one of the Black cat's necks just as the bubbling
Cool-tex slid over her shoulders.
She pulled. It held. She pulled harder and slowly felt her body
slide forward. She gripped the rope and pulled, slowly making
her way to the edge of the pit, carefully sliding her self forward
as she went, until finally she reached the edge of the pit. Then
in a matter of seconds she was free, sitting on the edge,
wondering just how she had been so lucky.
Batgirl looked down at herself. Her body glistened from the remnants of
the slippery slime, but she was OK. She examined her utility belt and
discovered the agent responsible for her life. It was her Batgirl all
purpose bubble gum remover. She smiled, laughing at the absurdity of her
luck.
'Batgirl!'
Batgirl stopped laughing and spun around to see Catwoman entering the
room, making a beeline for the divan. So much for a breather.
'Oh no you don't, Catwoman!' Batgirl replied, jumping to her feet and
darting around the pit of bubbling Shiver-sand, before Catwoman could
reach her central point of control.
Catwoman, slid to a stop and without a moments hesitation, turned on her
heel and ran out the same door she had entered. Batgirl gave chase,
finding herself on a stairwell that descended deeper into Catwoman's lair.
As soon as she reached the bottom, Catwoman attacked, sliding up from
behind, her claws outstretched in fury. But Batgirl was ready and deftly
avoided her, using Catwoman's momentum to shove her against the wall.
Catwoman was stunned but recovered quickly, spinning around to face
Batgirl, who was already advancing on her. Catwoman unhooked her belt and
swung it at Batgirl, narrowly missing her head.
Batgirl ducked and slammed into Catwoman with a jarring slam that shoved
her back into the wall. Catwoman crumpled from the blow and Batgirl used
the advantage to shove her to the ground, pulling her Batgirl cuffs from
her utility belt with instinctive flair.
In moments, Catwoman was struggling on the ground, her arms bound behind
her.
'Let go of me you bitch!' Catwoman screamed, twisting under the weight of
Batgirl, who was using her position to tie Catwoman's ankles to her
already immobile wrists.
Batgirl pulled a leather gag from her utility belt and shoved it into
Catwoman's mouth, silencing her.
'Shhhh... We don't want to alert our neighbors...' Batgirl whispered, as
she slid her hand up the back of Catwoman's stocking thigh and between her
buttocks. 'Maybe, a crotchrope-'
A strange noise erupted from down the hallway and Batgirl leapt up to her
feet. She looked down at Catwoman and deciding that she wasn't going
anywhere, began to walk down the hall.
She followed the source of the noise. It came from a doorway at the end
of the hall. She slid down the long pink corridor, stopping short of an
open doorway.
Suddenly the grating noise stopped. Batgirl froze. Squeals of laughter
erupted from inside the room. Batgirl pushed her back up against the wall
and slowly slid her way along, until she was next to the open doorway.
Then carefully she bent her head around the doorway and peered inside.
It was quite a sight. The Sex Kittens, in various forms of Victorian
undress, were all having a wonderful time playing on top of a large futon
on the floor of the room. In front of them, perched on top of a huge
black ball was the bound, struggling form of Valerie Ashlyn. Directly
beneath Valerie, now spinning only three or four inches from her crotch
was a huge menacing circular saw.
Suddenly the ball dipped downward and the saw blade slashed into it, the
room erupting in noise. Valerie's reaction was immediate. She began to
writhe on top of the ball, attempting to get a grip on the outside which
Batgirl could see was coated with goo.
Batgirl wondered why Valerie didn't just slide off to the side of the
ball, she couldn't see any ropes keeping her on top of it. Valerie's eyes
widened as she saw just how close the blade was to her and then strangely,
they shut tight, her entire body turning suddenly rigid.
Batgirl looked closer at the top of the ball and realized what was keeping
Valerie from sliding off... and why she was behaving so strangely.
Valerie was in the midst of a massive orgasm, her entire body shaking from
the intense upheaval within her. Batgirl could see the entire top of the
ball quaking from the saws actions below. Then sudden silence.
Valerie's body hunched forward as the ball stopped descending. Then as
she caught another look at the blade, now only two inches from her, began
to struggle again. It was apparent that she was utterly exhausted, and
yet she continued to try to pull herself from the dildo within her, her
spread thighs sliding on the outside of the ball with utter desperation.
The Kitten's squealed with joy watching Valerie's utterly frantic
contortions. It was then that Batgirl could see just how devious Catwoman
was. Valerie was able to lift herself off the dildo a inch or two, but
that was it. Then her body would slip downward, conveniently thrusting
the dildo back in.
It was mesmerizing. Batgirl forgot herself momentarily, watching the
events unfold like some sort of twisted porn movie. Valerie was already
responding to the dildo's Sensi-rubber covering. Batgirl started to
imagine what it would feel like to be trapped up on top of the hideous
contraption, her own helpless struggles only adding to her growing
passion. She felt herself get wet at the thought of it, realizing that
Catwoman had certainly designed this diabolically devilish demise for her.
The ball dipped downward again and the teeth jarring noise brought Batgirl
back to her senses. She used the sudden auditory onslaught to take
action, and advanced on the distracted Sex Kittens.
They were so intent on the sight of Valerie's struggling body, as well as
their own mounting passion, that by the time they saw Batgirl advancing
upon them, it was way too late. In just a matter of seconds, all three
were unconscious.
The noise stopped and Batgirl looked over at Valerie, who was
screaming into her gag for Batgirl to help her. Batgirl walked
towards Valerie, carefully avoiding the deadly spinning blade,
pulled a chair next to the ball, and climbed on top of it.
She slid her hand behind Valerie's neck, unbuckled the ballgag
and pulled it from her mouth.
'Batgirl!' Valerie screamed, her eyes pleading. 'Turn it off and
get me off of this thing!... Oh god, Hurry!'
Batgirl looked down at the blade. It was so close to Valerie that if the
ball lowered even a tiny bit, it would slice into her immediately. She
jumped off the chair to the console in front of the ball and put her
finger on top of the button marked "stop". Then she hesitated, looking up
at Valerie mischievously.
'Oh god, Batgirl... Hurry!'
Batgirl looked down at the console and moved her finger to the left,
pushing the button marked pause instead. Valerie looked down at the blade
that was continuing to spin just below her.
'Batgirl, What are you doing?!' Valerie screamed, struggling against her
bonds, her legs kicking uselessly against the slimy surface of the ball.
'Get me off of here!'
'Why should I?' Batgirl asked mischievously. 'I might get a rush out of
watching you get dissected. It would serve you right.'
'Oh god, please no!...' Valerie screamed as she watched Batgirl move her
finger along the tops of the buttons. 'I'll do anything.... Please!'
'Will you testify against Catwoman and the Sex Kittens?' Batgirl asked.
'Oh god, anything.... Ohh.. Ohhh... Please....' Valerie moaned, her
struggles atop the ball becoming suddenly rhythmic again.
'Very well...' Batgirl said smiling, as she pushed the stop button and the
blade of the saw slowly came to rest and then quietly descended back into
the floor.
Valerie's body slowly came to rest and her head tilted down in
complete exhaustion. Batgirl pushed another button and the
ball began to lower until the top was just sticking out of the
ground.
Batgirl walked behind Valerie and slid her hands between the surface of
the ball and Valerie's thighs. Batgirl felt the surface of the ball
beneath her hand quiver slightly as she slowly lifted Valerie's limp body
from the black dildo.
'God it's alive.' Batgirl thought.
Valerie winced slightly as the dildo came free, its black mass continuing
to move even after it was out of her. Batgirl lowered Valerie to the
ground, and held her as she slowly came back to her senses.
'Oh, thank you, Batgirl!' Valerie gushed, leaning back into Batgirl's
body. She looked over her shoulder and felt a kind of deja vu. They had
been in a very similar situation back at the fetish boutique, only now it
was Batgirl who held the helpless bound form of Valerie Ashlyn. The
similarity of the situation didn't escape Batgirl either.
She looked down at Valerie's soft eyes. Valerie responded by opening her
mouth slightly, her tongue darting out for the briefest of moments.
Batgirl grabbed Valerie, pushed her to the floor and straddled
her helpless body. Then she kissed her.
Valerie responded, grabbing at Batgirl with her hands that were still
firmly bound to her waist. The kiss was long and passionate. Had they
not been in Catwoman's lair, Batgirl might have taken advantage of this
turn of events, but as it was she ended the kiss, quickly untying
Valerie''s legsbefore pulling her to her feet.
''Let'so'
'OK, untie me and let's get out of here.' Valerie said, turning
her body and motioning for Batgirl to untie the rest of the ropes.
'I don't think so.' Batgirl said, grabbing Valerie's waist rope
behind her back. 'I'd sooner trust a viper than you.... mush.'
'Thinking of taking home a souvenir, Batgirl?'
'Catwoman!' Batgirl said, pushing Valerie to one side and
standing to face her nemesis.
'Yes, Batgirl, you see I too have the capability of escaping the
inescapable...'
Batgirl heard the rustling of nylon behind her and instinctively slid
sideways just as Talon came flying from behind her. Batgirl used her
momentum to shove her forward into Catwoman, sending the two women
sprawling.
Then she turned just in time to give the onrushing Passion a vicious kick
that sent her sprawling backwards in a lump. Vixen left alone against
Batgirl, slowly backed up, knowing full well she was no match for her one
on one. She slid sideways and ran trying to get around Batgirl.
It didn''t work. Batgirl was too fast and tripped her as she tried to run
by. Vixen took a terrible tumble, smacking her head against the ground on
the way down. She wasn't getting back up.
Catwoman was. Batgirl turned and watched Catwoman slowly get to her feet.
But Catwoman didn''t advance. She just stood there.
What's wrong, Catwoman? Frightened to take me one on one?''
''Just wasting time, Batgirl..'
Batgirl started to say something, when to her left she heard a distinct
click. She spun around to see Valerie awkwardly grasping what looked like
a fire hose in her bound hands.
The sign above the hose housing read "In Case Of Emergency".
Batgirl didn't have time to react. Before she could even move, a thick
white goop began spraying out of the hose. It splashed down next to her
and then as Valerie took better aim, on her shoes and legs, covering them
in a thick white foam.
Batgirl jumped to the side but didn't get away. Valerie turned the hose
and followed her, covering her legs in more and more of the white foam.
Batgirl jumped to the left and right but she couldn't get away. Valerie
followed her wherever she went. Then Batgirl suddenly stopped and looked
down. She couldn't move her legs. The foam was hardening around them
like a plaster cast, immobilizing her in place.
'Bravo! Valerie!' Catwoman squealed, as she watched Batgirl
struggle uselessly to free her legs from the white foamy prison
upon which Valerie was continuing to build.
Valerie arched the stream upward spraying Batgirl's pelvis and
stomach. Batgirl tried to wipe it away but it dried incredibly
fast and more and more just kept coming.
'Oh god, what is it?' Batgirl screamed, feeling the foam
continuing to harden around her body.
'Instant paper, Batgirl!' Catwoman squealed, watching the
stream flow higher covering Batgirl's breasts. Batgirl's arms
were beginning to get covered and her fervent struggles began
to wane, as the strange white foam hardened around them.
'I can't move!' Batgirl cried, twisting her neck back and forth in
obvious distress.
'Should I finish her off, Catwoman!?" Valerie squealed as she
began to advance on the helpless Batgirl, the stream of goo
creeping closer and closer to her face.
'I think not, Valerie... Not yet. Catwoman said, motioning for
Valerie to cease her foam bath. Catwoman walked up to
Batgirl, and slid her hand up the hardened surface of the instant
paper and under her chin. 'I have a much better idea...'
Catwoman reached behind her, pulled out a makeup compact and opened it.
She then turned and gently blew a powder into Batgirl face. Batgirl
inhaled a portion of the powder and fell immediately unconscious.
'Passion, fetch the diamond saw...'
* * *
As Talon and Passion held her, Catwoman expertly cut away the paper and
freed Batgirl from her paper prison.
'What about me?' Valerie motioned twisting her wrists, which were still
tightly bound to her waist.
'I kind of like you just like that. -at least for the time being.'
Catwoman said. 'Girl's take our guest to room 13 and change her into
this. I will be along shortly. Valerie, why don't you accompany them?
I'm sure you eager to see what we have planned for Batgirl....'
Valerie looked down at the ropes encircling her body and then back at
Catwoman. She then turned and reluctantly followed the cackling trio down
the hallway.
* * *
To Valerie, room thirteen looked very similar to the last room that they
had just been in except that at the center was a rectangular table-like
structure made of gleaming black metal. The sides and top of the table
were made of glass, through which she could see a mass of intricate
machinery.
Valerie couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of the multitude of
gleaming ratchets and gears within the structure were for, or how they
related to the strategically place wheels and cut out areas on the top of
the table.
The Sex Kittens removed Batgirl's costume and replaced it with the purple
Sensi-suit that Catwoman had given them.
"Put her on the table..." Catwoman said, entering the room, her arms full
of gleaming black rope.
The kitten obliged, arranging Batgirl in a spread-eagle atop the table.
Catwoman approached and deposited the mass of rope on the table top next
to Batgirl's waist.
'Do you want help, Catwoman?' Vixen asked.
'No, I purrr-fer to do this myself...'
* * *
'Wake up.... wake up.... Batgirl...' Catwoman cooed. as she slowly slid
her hand up the inside of Batgirl's thigh.
Batgirl moved slightly and Catwoman moved her hand upward, slowly stroking
her through the thin Sensi-suit.
Batgirl slowly came to. Catwoman watched Batgirl's semi- conscious form
twitch and pull at the ropes entwining her body. Then her eyes opened and
she looked at first dazed then confused... and then startled as she
realized she could barely move.
'Looks like our Bat-nymph is waking up...'
Batgirl lifted her head and looked down at her body. She was tied down on
top of a glass table. Her arm and legs were pulled in a tight
spread-eagle and shiny black ropes crisscrossed her entire body. Catwoman
had also removed her Batgirl costume and replaced it with a catsuit made
of a gleaming purple material.
Batgirl moved slightly and felt the entire surface of her skin come alive.
The sensations were unmistakable; It was one of Catwoman's fiendishly
erotic Sensi-suits.
'Feel's delicious, doesn't it Batgirl.' Catwoman purred, watching
Batgirl's eyes close and her mouth open slightly. ' I had another
Sensi-suit made for you... just for this occasion.'
Batgirl pulled her arms and felt the ropes tighten slightly inside her
thighs and between her pussy.
'What is this, Catwoman?' She asked, pulling on one leg slightly and
feeling a rope tighten under one and atop another breast.
'Oh Batgirl, you're tied in one of my most elaborate bondages. It's
called the Cat's Cradle, and I designed it especially for you... I can
tell your intrigued...'
Batgirl was... She studied the elaborate ropework, following each of the
rope's paths as best she could. Two ropes were connected to each wrist
and ankle. Ten small black rubber wheels were attached flat to the table
in key areas: two above each hand, two below each foot, and one on each
side of her at about shoulder height.
The inner rope of each wrist fed up around a wheel, then down tightly
across her body, brushing the inner side of each breast and downward
meeting at a V at her crotch. The ropes split her crotch and fed downward
out of sight. Batgirl could feel them pulling the Sensi-suit inside her.
The outer wrist ropes fed upward around similar wheels, then downward
around her inner thighs and under her knees, where they too disappeared
into holes in the table.
Another rope was attached to each wrist and fed directly
downward across her body, again meeting at a V at her crotch.
Each inner ankle rope fed downward around a wheel and disappeared into
holes in the table. The outer ankle ropes fed downward around a wheel
then upward to the wheels on either side of her shoulders. There, the
ropes fed around each wheel and disappeared into holes into the table,
only to reappear from other holes on each side of her, just above breast
height. Each rope then fed tightly up and around her torso, under the
near breast, across her other at about nipple level then downward into
another hole in the table next to each armpit.
She pulled on her left leg experimentally and felt a rope slide under her
left breast and across her right nipple as well as another rope rub gently
between her legs, and yet another tugging on her right wrist.
She struggled some more and found that each time she moved, ropes all
around her body would move, rubbing against the specially designed
Sensi-suit material encasing her, sending chills up and down her body.
'Yes Batgirl, all the ropes interconnect. As you struggle, the ropes will
slide around the Sensi-suit encasing you, stroking and massaging your most
sensitive areas and slowly bringing you to one orgasm after another until
your entire nervous system collapses....'
'Only if I decide to struggle, Catwoman.' Batgirl said defiantly, becoming
motionless upon the table.
'Oh you will struggle, Batgirl...' Catwoman began to laugh as she reached
beside the table top and flipped a switch.
A cleft in the ceiling opened with a metallic clack. Batgirl looked above
her as something slowly began to descend from the opening in the ceiling.
At first she didn't recognize what it was, then its long arcing edge
glistened in the candlelight and it became suddenly apparent. It was a
razor sharp pendulum.
Batgirl pulled on the ropes in reflex and they tightened with the
desired effect. She quickly recovered her composure and lay
motionless on the table once more.
'Purrr-fectly "poe"-etic... isn't it Batgirl...'
'Catwoman, I'm suprised. I figured that with your twisted mind
you would come up with something new. We've been through
this before...'
'Oh no, Batgirl you're wrong... so, so wrong. This is a new and
fiendishly wicked instrument of torment!' Catwoman cried, flipping a
switch starting the pendulum swinging from side to side.
Batgirl watched the pendulum, then looked away to Catwoman's smiling face.
'The wheels above and below the table around you serve a double purpose;
Besides guiding the ropes around your luscious body, they also feed
information about the amount of tension and movement that you make to a
special "strugg-o- meter" located under the table...'
Catwoman paused and moved close to Batgirl, slowly rubbing her finger up
her helpless body.
'Once activated, if the computer senses that you aren't struggling hard
enough, the pendulum will lower one inch.'
'So I have a choice. I can either struggle and die of erotic overload or
wait and be cut in half by your sick medieval imagination.'
'Purrr-cisely, Batgirl.... a delicious decision I'm going to leave
completely up to you...' Catwoman said her voice trailing off slightly.
'I'm not sure how much struggling you think I'm capable of. I can barely
move...' Batgirl said, looking down are her body.
'Ropes a little tight, Batgirl?' Catwoman cooed. ...
'I've had worse...'
.....'If you want them tighter.....' Catwoman said, flipping a switch.
'Augggh!' Batgirl moaned, feeling the ropes tighten as the wheels above
her and below her moved apart slightly. 'No, please.... auuugh.'
'Your probably right....' Catwoman said, flipping the switch in the
opposite direction. 'I should give you a sporting chance...'
'Ohhhh' Batgirl moaned, feeling the ropes relax.
'Let's get this started...' Catwoman declared, slowly lowering the arcing
blade until it was only three feet above Batgirl's waist. 'Valerie,
seeing as how you are the one responsible for Batgirl's currently
predicament, I think it only fitting that you have the honor.... turn on
the strugg-o-meter...'
Catwoman turned to Valerie who stood there as if she wasn't sure what
Catwoman meant. Catwoman grabbed her and guided her forcefully to the
table. Then she moved one of her bound hands to a large switch located on
the top of the table.
Batgirl looked up at Valerie and into her eyes. She saw something that
wasn't there before. It wasn't fear or cruelty. If it had been anyone
else, Batgirl would have guessed it was almost like compassion.
'Well what are you waiting for...? Catwoman said. 'Start the meter...'
Valerie looked over her shoulder at Catwoman, and then back
down at Batgirl, before reluctantly pushing the large switch
forward. The machinery below Batgirl came alive and seconds
later the gears above her made a distinct *re-g-it* sound before
the razor sharp blade of the pendulum lowered with an ominous
clank.
Batgirl began to slowly struggle atop the table, causing the ropes to
tighten and slide around her, exciting the Sensi-suit material encasing
her body.
*re-g-it* .... *CLANK*
'Oh you'll have to do better than that Batgirl...'
Batgirl pulled harder moving her body slide to side. With the excess
movement came more friction and she could feel the ropes sliding against
her body. She let out a small moan as the feelings of passion and fear
swept over her.
'That's more like it Batgirl. Struggle harder...'
'I don't understand how you can call this "giving me a sporting chance..."
'On the contrary Batgirl. I could have inserted a vibrator or a dildo in
you and made this a quick purrr-formance...'
Batgirl looked at Catwoman quizzically.
'...instead, I 'm only using the natural friction from the ropes to excite
you. - And of course your deep secret love of watching yourself in
bondage...' Catwoman cooed, pushing another button.
Four huge mirrors lowered from the ceiling and stopped just at the right
angle to allow Batgirl a perfect view of her struggling bound form.
'You bitch...' Batgirl screamed, pulling at the ropes around her wrists
and ankles, not sure how Catwoman could know something so personal about
her.
'Such language...' Catwoman said, pulling a large purple ballgag from her
belt.
'No Plea-' Batgirl began, but it too late. Catwoman had already forced
the rubber ball into her mouth, sliding it expertly behind her teeth
before buckling it in place.
'MMMPphh!' Batgirl screamed.
'Much better. It's much better when you keep the bubbles in the
champagne...'
'Mmmmm...' Batgirl moaned. Catwoman knew her too well. The intense
erotic effect of the ropes sliding around the Sensi- suit as well as her
own deep secret desire for such utter helplessness were already combining,
slowly moving her towards orgasm.
Batgirl looked first to Catwoman's face and then to the deadly metal blade
that swung effortlessly above her. Its razor edge, flickering in the
candlelight as it passed, intensified the mounting feelings inside of her.
It was unbearable. Her need to escape. Her utter helplessness. The
feeling of the ropes rubbing across her body, enticing her, caressing her,
restraining her.
'MMAARGG!' Batgirl moaned as the orgasm hit, rocking her body. She
strained at the ropes confining her, pulling them even tighter around her
helpless body.
*Re-g-it*
Batgirl jerked her eyes open just as the pendulum lowered with a clank.
She twisted her body instinctively and her eyes shot back to Catwoman who
began to laugh.
'Oh, I neglected one small point. I inserted a small sensor inside of you.
Each orgasm lowers the blade a inch as well!'
'MPPPPPPPPH!'
'Talon....' Catwoman laughed, 'take Valerie upstairs and clean her up.
The rest of you need to put the next stage of our plan into motion. I'm
going to stay down here and enjoy the show a little while.'
'Does this mean you're going to let me go?' Valerie asked almost
pleadingly.
Catwoman turned, grabbed the rope around Valerie's waist and pulled her
close to her.
'I haven't decided yet. It depends on how you react...' Catwoman said,
sliding her hand between Valerie's legs.
'Ohh!....I... I'll be good.'
Catwoman's eyes narrowed and she pulled Valerie right next to her.
'That's what I'm afraid of, Valerie... that's what I'm afraid of....'
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Holy Poe-gasm!!! Will Batgirl survive the fiendish touch of the
Sensi-suit only to be diced in two?!! And what of Valerie? What part
will she play in Catwoman's plans....? Stay tuned to the penultimate
chapter.