The cool air awoke Batgirl from her chlorogas addled state to find herself in what appeared to be a dungeon of some sort. She discovered herself to be bound flat on a wooden platform with her arms above her, pulled extremely taut so that her back was arched upwards a few inches. When she heard some muffled sounds she turned her head and was shocked at what she saw.
In a corner, Vicki Vale, still in her Catwoman costume, was bound in a bondage device that resembled a guillotine. She had been placed between the two wooden posts, her ankles strapped together tightly at the bottom, and her wrists and elbows cinched tight behind her back and pulled up with a strappado so that her torso leaned forward. She was on her toes, groaning in her uncomfortable position, and struggling to keep her balance to keep her arms from being pulled as painlessly as possible. A bit gag was strapped around her head to keep her from speaking.
Then Batgirl heard another sound and turned her head in the other direction. Across the room Dr. Chase Meridian lay on a padded platform, which had a metal T-shaped bar coming out of the middle of it. She had been placed on her stomach with her crotch snug against the vertical part of the bar. Then her hands and feet were pulled back and tied to the horizontal bar in a hog tie position, her back bowed up so that only her stomach touched the padded platform. She was still dressed in the Poison Ivy costume, and a green ball gag had been placed over in her mouth to match her costume.
For what seemed an eternity, all three of them looked at one another, totally helpless, all straining against their stringent bondage when Cornelius and Cordelia Crane finally made there grand entrance.
"Looks like we timed it perfectly, Cordy." Cornelius said to his daughter. "They're all up and eager for fun I'm sure."
"Which one do you want Daddy?" Cordelia asked.
"Why don't you take Batgirl, and I'll take the two naughty ones." He chuckled.
"Sounds scrumptious." Cordelia smiled at her father and went over to Batgirl.
"What are you going to do?" Batgirl asked as the latex-clad woman stood over her and ran her gloved fingertips over the bound heroine's taut form.
"We're going to play." Cordelia whispered into Batgirl's face and then allowed her tongue to snake out between her blue glossed lips and lick Batgirl on the chin. She winced and tried to turn away but Cordelia anticipated her move and held her tight.
While Cordelia teased Batgirl, Cornelius released Vicki Vale and Chase Meridian from their bonds. He ordered them to follow him into an antechamber, which was decorated in 17th century furniture, including a large ornate bed gilded with gold and silver. Under the influence of his drugs, they followed his every command.
"Please remove your costumes." Cornelius said. "Except for your masks and head ware."
Vicki and Chase began to peel away their disguises, bit by bit, first the footwear, and then Vicki with her body suit and Chase with her leaf decorated covering. While Vicki removed her elbow-length gloves and claws, Chase peeled down her sheer stockings.
Then the two of them joined Cornelius on the bed; Vicki wearing only her eye mask and cat ears, and Chase with her vine covered tiara and eye makeup.
Cornelius opened his dark crimson robe and allowed the two submissive women to begin kissing and licking his chest and stomach. They did so with the eagerness of two women who only lived to please their benefactor. Vicki Vale looked at Cornelius with a love struck look in her blue eyes. Ever since Cordelia had introduced her to him, she felt a strange attraction that she had never felt before. All she knew was that she wanted him more than anything, even if it meant sharing him with Chase. Her body felt electrified, and her moist, thick lips quivered from the near proximity of this intriguing man.
Speaking of Chase, she couldn't wait to get at Cornelius. It was the first time that she had ever been this close to him, and it made all her desires explode within her. She could think of nothing else but pleasing him in whatever way he wanted. No one affected her like this, not Batman, not Bruce Wayne, not any of the men in her past, not anyone. Not even the masked and cloaked figure that took her earlier that evening and ravaged her to near madness. While she was with him, all she could think of was Cornelius. Her breathing became labored, and her eyes flashed at Cornelius, full of lust.
Cornelius took full advantage of his playthings, ordering them to bathe his cock with their pliant tongues. Following his lead alternately suckled and licked, kissed and teased his shaft, pausing at times to intermingle their own tongues and lips, exchanging fluids with their slurping mouths. He liked when they did that, and told them to kiss each other more while he watched in fascination. The more they kissed, the more they realized Cornelius enjoyed it, and so they went at it with lustful passion.
Like a director, Cornelius had them do things to each other that neither had ever done before, burying their faces in each other's laps, licking and moaning with increasing intensity. When they were near to making each other climax, Cornelius cruelly made them stop and ordered Vicki to straddle his pelvis while he had Chase sit over his face. With the two squirming women facing each other, Cornelius pumped Vicki hard while he feasted on Chase's tingling hot bush. Vicki and Chase fondled and kissed one another passionately while Cornelius assaulted their nether regions. He had them squealing like lovesick schoolgirls, ramming Vicki relentlessly while he squeezed Chase's tight ass.
And so it went on into the night, Cornelius ordering the women to even more arousing acts of sex, each more deviant than the last, and with each command, Vicki and Chase grew more enamored of Cornelius, each trying to outdo the other in pleasing him. In the end, he played more bondage games with them, tying them in an array of positions, teaching one how to tie the other and vice versa.
Cornelius was pleased with his pets. The initiation had gone very well and so he rewarded each of them with their own diamond studded collar. As the women fawned over him, he wondered how Cordelia fared with her own initiation of Barbara Gordon.
***
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" screamed Barbara Gordon in her guise as Batgirl. Cordelia grinned sadistically at Barbara's cries. It was the fourth time she had been successful in making the costumed heroine climax by using an array of interchangeable vibrators and thick studded dildos. She currently had Batgirl in a unique pleasure/pain machine, suspended and stretched extremely tight in a spread eagle position by her wrists and ankles, straining to hold her body arched upwards to prevent the small steel clamps attached to thin chains from pulling her nipples painfully toward the ceiling.
"Please! Stooooooop!" Batgirl begged. "I can't...take this!"
"Oh, Babs, don't be such a crybaby." Cordelia teased. "It's not that bad is it?"
"Unnnnnnh!" Batgirl groaned as the vibrator was pushed slightly deeper by a robotic type arm controlled by Cordelia. But Cordelia was right, Batgirl thought with resignation. She didn't exactly hate it. In fact it was the most intense experience she had ever had, and she didn't know why. The pleasure, the pain, her mind still clouded by whatever substance had been introduced into her body, all combined to create a sensation in her mind and body that made Batgirl intensely aroused and excited. It was all she could do to keep from going insane as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her petite figure, her leg muscles tight, her arms tugging at her bonds, her hips rolling up and down and her breasts heaving as the caped heroine gasped for air. Her face under the cowl and her chest, which was exposed, were covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. Batgirl's mouth was wide open in an "O" shape of lust-filled orgasmic pleasure.
Cordelia took it upon herself to seize the heroine by the back of her head and place her mouth over Batgirl's, driving her tongue deep into her orifice, nearly choking her. All the surprised damsel could do was give out a low muffled, "Unnnnggggh!"
When she released her, Batgirl gasped and pleaded, "Wait! Stop!"
"It's too late, Babs." Cordelia told her. "You're in for the long haul now. But it's been a awhile now since I checked on Daddy, so I've got something else in mind to keep you occupied until I get back."
With that, Cordelia removed the humming vibrator from Batgirl's hot, sopping wet opening, and then released her from the bondage contraption. Batgirl was weak from the multiple orgasms, and before she could react, Cordelia seized her and attached a harness to her neck and torso, bringing her arms behind her to bind them into the harness. Then she spun Batgirl around and lifted her onto a small step stool and hooked the collar and wrist bindings to a chord suspended to the ceiling. As Batgirl soon learned from studying the series of pulleys and chords, any movement off the platform would result into a quick and painful separation of her shoulder from their sockets as well as having her air cut off.
"Cordelia. Why are you doing this?" Batgirl pleaded.
"Because I can, silly." Cordelia laughed as she patted Batgirl on her firm behind, and then went across the room to open a cabinet. Batgirl's eyes went wide when she saw the crossbow inside. Cordelia picked up a black rubber ball with a line attached to it and attached it to the trigger mechanism of the crossbow, and then unwound it until it reached over to where Batgirl was struggling on the footstool.
"Open wide." Cordelia told the grunting heroine.
"No! I won't!" Batgirl cried vehemently.
Cordelia grinned. She loved when they resisted. She grabbed Batgirl by the back of the neck and squeezed, causing the cowled crime fighter to groan loudly.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" She cried with her mouth open wide, allowing Cordelia the opportunity to stuff the ball in her mouth and adjust the line taut.
"Now be careful, Babs!" Cordelia said playfully. "If you let that go...well..."
Batgirl shot her a hateful glare, while clamping her teeth down tight on the ball.
"When I come back, I'll bring a nice riding crop and we'll have some more fun."
"Ummmm! Mmmmmm!" was all Batgirl could respond in reply.
Cordelia gave Batgirl one last smarting slap on her quivering behind before she left her alone in the room to contemplate the devious trap. Once the door was closed and locked, Batgirl immediately went to work. She was glad that she had the forethought to use her real Bat utility belt instead of the fake one Cordelia had provided with this costume.
While carefully gripping the ball in her mouth, she strained to get her fingers into a compartment in the back of her utility belt. After a few anxious minutes, she was successful in obtaining one of her lock picking devices and inserted it into the cuffs, which held her wrists. Once there she went to work diligently and carefully attempting to pick the lock, all while attempting to keep to balance herself on the small footstool, keeping as still as possible. In no time she was sweating profusely, and she could almost feel the ball slipping from her teeth as the strain made her breathe hard, nostrils flaring.
Then she felt the cuffs open. Her hands were loose and then the rest of the harness fell away except around her neck, which she slowly reached up to pick the tiny padlock holding it in place. Once it was snapped open, she gasped a sigh of relief as her breathing came easier. Now all she had to do was figure out what to do with the ball and crossbow, which was still aimed at her chest. From the short distance, Batgirl figured she would have to move faster than she had ever moved before once she let the ball go with her mouth. She concentrated and counted down mentally from five...four...three...two...
'One!' counted the heroine in her head as she opened her mouth wide, loosing the ball and in turn, triggering the crossbow. With a loud twang, the razor-tipped arrow was leased, and as fast as a bullet, it shot across the room. Instead of finding it's mark in Batgirl's chest, it scraped a hairline tear through the arm of her costume and punched a hole neatly through what was left instead, Batgirl's bright yellow cape, and then finally thudded hard into a wooden armoire on the other side of the room.
Once she rolled safely away, Batgirl hissed "Ouch!" as the razor cut burned her arm. She retrieved a bacterial ointment from her utility belt and treated the wound, which turned out to be nothing more than one hell of a paper cut. Once bandaged, Batgirl took another cylinder from her belt and removed the top. She turned the bottom and out rolled a type of super adhesive stick, which she used to repair the costume that Cordelia had sliced open with a razor. Once she was satisfied with the results, she went to the thick heavy door and went to work on the lock.