Barbara Gordon was nervous. She had never been in a situation as bizarre as the one she was in now. In a few moments, she would be stepping out from behind a curtain, dressed in full Batgirl regalia, except for one thing; it was not Barbara's costume, although it was a very closely detailed copy. From the shiny purple flecked material, boots, cowl, and yellow bat insignia, all the way to the purple velvet gloves, yellow and purple satin waist length cape and utility belt, it was nearly perfect. What was even more astounding was the fit. Like the original Batgirl costume, this one hugged her curves and fit snugly around her lithe dancer's legs. There was even the requisite red haired wig. She only made one slight modification; she exchanged the faux utility belt with her real one, just in case.
Vicki Vale and Dr. Meridian were standing on either side of her, smiling nervously in their own guises of "Catwoman" and "Poison Ivy." It had taken a few rehearsals when the three found precious little time to get together to choreograph their performance. In that time, Barbara had become a fast friend with the two bright and successful women. Now the three of them would serve as "entertainment" for the annual Alderman's Fall Ball there within one of the expansive ballrooms of Crane Manor, Cordelia's father's palatial countryside estate.
And now the moments of truth had arrived. The curtain would be pulled back to reveal a rooftop setting, which would become their stage. The only instructions given to them from Cordelia, was that they should perform without speaking, and their actions would be accompanied by the appropriate mood music. That was relief to all three because it was hard enough doing this without having to remember lines or trying to actually act.
"Gentlemen, may I have your attention." They heard Cordelia announce from the other side of the curtain. "We have a special performance for you tonight. Please direct your attention to the large velvet curtain."
"Okay, ladies, we're on." Barbara whispered. "Break a leg."
The others smiled back at her and took their places. The music began and the curtains began to part. With a few spotlights in her face, Batgirl could hardly make out the audience; all she could make out was a large group of shadowy figures. She decided that was for the best so that she and the others could concentrate. And so they began.
Batgirl entered the scene first, creeping across the rooftop in quick ballet-like moves, looking around and then down into a skylight, as if she were investigating some villain's hideout. Suddenly 'Catwoman' stepped out, claws and teeth bared at the site of Batgirl. The two did a stylized dance, Catwoman slashing at Batgirl, and the heroine using her cape to block the dangerous claws. Batgirl then performed an acrobatic flip as Catwoman continued her assault. The villainess caught Batgirl with a simulated lucky blow, spinning her around and suddenly she was face to face with 'Poison Ivy.'
Poison Ivy smiled wickedly and backhanded the stunned heroine across the jaw, carefully pulling the punches but also making it look as real as possible. Suddenly, Batgirl was grasped from behind in a tight embrace by Catwoman. When Poison Ivy attacked, Batgirl brought a boot up and scissors-kicked the green clad villainess.
On and on the pitched battle went, with the two villainesses gaining the upper hand and then Batgirl overcoming the odds, back and forth until suddenly Catwoman clouted Batgirl in the back of the head while she struggled furiously with Poison Ivy. Batgirl was really dazed by the blow this time, her head buzzing as she fought to keep conscious. They had rehearsed this so many times, she couldn't believe Vicki had struck her so hard.
Before she knew it, Batgirl felt herself being grabbed tight by the two women. They had turned her away from the audience for a moment and Poison Ivy sprayed the contents of a tiny aerosol canister in her face, rendering her too weak to fight back.
They took advantage of Batgirl's weakness and brought out leather wrist and ankle cuffs from a hidden spot and began binding the dark damsel's arms behind her. Batgirl, breathing heavily from the pitched battle, tried to struggle free, but the chlorogas she inhaled made it hopeless. It was all she could do to stay awake. She had no idea what to make of the fact that what was happening was far from what they had planned to do. All she could do was try to shake her head as Poison Ivy and Catwoman lashed her to the heavy vertical bar that served as a rooftop antenna. Once against the pole, her boots were cuffed and her legs were slightly spread apart by a metal bar at the ankles. Batgirl was about to attempt a verbal protest, but her mouth was suddenly filled with a bitter tasting black rubber ball and strapped around her head.
Then her two captors posed on either side of her and posed for the appreciative audience, who applauded with vigor. Now Batgirl's sudden dire situation caused her to become more alert as adrenaline shot through her body. The disorientation, as well as the 'defeat' and bondage by Vicki Vale and Dr. Meridian gave Batgirl a sudden rush of dangerous excitement. It was one thing to be captured by real villains, but it was quite another to be bound this way by two women she had come to know fairly well. Although it wasn't planned this way, Batgirl could only guess that they had done it to make it seem more realistic. Surely they didn't have other more sinister motives. After all, these were well known women in Gotham society.
Out of the corner of her eye, Batgirl saw a woman in a regal feathered costume enter the staged area and face the crowd.
"Gentlemen, let's give a warm hand to out performers."
Although the woman was masked, Batgirl recognized the voice of Cordelia Crane.
"Now, it's on the moment I'm sure you've been waiting for." Cordelia announced, in her perfect airy voice. "The Annual Alderman's Ball Auction."
Batgirl could barely concentrate, but she could have sworn Cordelia said 'auction.' Surely she didn't mean...
"Our first round of bidding will go for the beautiful enchantress, Poison Ivy!"
'What in the world?' Batgirl thought. They couldn't be serious. Bidding for women? This was the most demeaning and barbaric thing she had ever heard of. And what were these women expected to do once they were 'won' by the highest bidder? This was madness.
"The bidding starts at one thousand. Do I hear two?"
As Dr. Chase Meridian sashayed and posed in her Poison Ivy regalia, the bidders raised their hands in silence as Cordelia led the bidding war. On and up the price went for several minutes, until there was a final high bidder who stepped forward into the spotlight to collect his prize. It was then that Batgirl saw that the individual was dressed in a long cloak and wearing a mask covering his entire face. He took Poison Ivy by the arm and led her back out into the darkness.
"Next, we have the daring and delectable Catwoman!" Cordelia announced.
Batgirl had no idea what to make of the proceedings. It was one of the most unusual positions she had ever been in. She tried to get Cordelia's attention as she started the bidding on Vicki Vale as Catwoman, but the ball gag between her teeth prevented her from saying anything. All she could manage was a series of muffled "Ummmmphs."
She then noticed that there was something odd about the taste of the gag, like it had been coated with some kind of unusual substance, and she felt it begin to affect her senses. There was all at once a warm and ticklish sensation in her groin, and she tried to squeeze her legs together to fight off the sudden itch there, but her bonds prevented her from doing so. As the bidding finally concluded for Catwoman, Batgirl was squirming hard.
"And now, last but certainly not least..." Cordelia said. "Batgirl!"
Batgirl realized that all eyes were now on her. The building arousal inside her coupled with the bondage and sudden attention all combined to give her a rush of excitement, which she fought to hold back. Now she watched helplessly as Cordelia took the furious bids from the crowd of shadow figures.
"Remember gentlemen, this is all for a good cause." Cordelia smiled when the bidding slowed around fifty thousand dollars. Then the bidding picked up again and didn't stop until it had reached an unbelievable record of eighty five thousand dollars.
"Going once, going twice..." Cordelia said. "Sold!"
Batgirl's adrenaline pumped in concert with her pounding heart as her 'owner' came forward to collect her. Cordelia released Batgirl from the pole, but left her wrists and ankles cuffed as well as her gag still strapped tight. The lithe heroine could only manage short steps as the thin chains and spreader bar kept her from making normal steps. She had no choice but to follow as the cloaked figure led her away. Whatever had been coated on her gag was also making her unable to struggle or resist.
For the first time that evening, Batgirl was able to see what was actually going on at this so-called Alderman's Ball. Every male was dressed in identical long dark cloaks. The only thing different was the styles of their masks. Most were full-faced, hiding the identity of the wearer. The other thing that most of them had in common was that they all had one or two female companions, completely nude except for high heel shoes, feathered domino masks and exotic jewelry. Batgirl could only guess that all of these women were members of the Career Women of Gotham Charity Club.
As she was led through the lavish and spacious rooms of the mansion, Batgirl was even more shocked to see what was happening. In various places in various rooms, there were all varieties of sexual acts taking place. In one room, a woman was bent over a table and being taken from behind as her arms were held down in front of her. In another room, two women were locked in a sixty-nine position on a long sofa as others watched. Batgirl could hear their whimpers and wet licking as they pleasured each other.
Each scene was more shocking than the last, until Batgirl gasped as she encountered Dr. Meridian still in her Poison Ivy costume, lying on her back over a small table. One cloaked figure was thrusting between her legs and another was sliding slowly in and out of her wanting mouth as her head bent back over the edge of the table. In the very next room Vicki Vale was being fucked on all fours in her now torn Catwoman costume.
Batgirl could only guess at what her fate was now. The scenes, which would have normally shocked and repulsed her, now seemed to excite her even more. She could feel a moist sensation now between her legs as her escort led her to an empty room, moving awkwardly in short steps with her ankles cuffed.
The masked figure shut the door and turned Batgirl around to face him. She had no idea who was behind the mask. Some wealthy businessman or Gotham socialite. All she knew was that she was aroused and frightened at the same time. She saw his eyes flash and he suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. Then he reached down and began to unbuckle her gag. Once her removed it from her mouth, he clamped his hand over her mouth and reached inside his cloak.
Batgirl's eyes went wide as she saw him take out his stiff cock. He grabbed her by the back of the head, and guided the cock into her mouth before she could protest.
"Mmmmph!" Batgirl gagged as the hard shaft filled her mouth. The figure was strong, and Batgirl was still too weak and submissive to resist. All she could do was relent as he held her cowled head with both hands and rammed the cock back and forth, filling her warm mouth. She heard him breathing and panting heavily, but he never said a word.
She almost panicked when she thought he was about to ejaculate in her mouth, but he suddenly released her and lifted her up to lay her onto a large ornate pool table. He climbed up on the pool table as Batgirl squirmed underneath him. He flipped her over on her stomach, unzipped the back of the costume down to the small of her back, and then lifted her up onto her knees and peeled the rest of the costume down to expose her smooth undulating ass.
Batgirl grunted as the man pushed and held her down firmly on the hard surface. Try as she might, the heroine was unable to escape from his grasp. Inside her mind, she was anxious for him to hurry and take her. Her opening was burning more than ever before, and when at last he pushed himself inside of her, Batgirl gave a long groan of pleasure.
"Aaaaaaaah!" Batgirl sighed as he filled her. Her athletic body tensed up and she finally gave into the undeniably pleasurable sensations, her body automatically responding to his thrusts by pushing her hips back against him, making him penetrate ever deeper.
Batgirl squealed and groaned as she was pumped on the table, her wrists still cuffed behind her back. She was driven forward inch by inch, until her face was pressed against one edge of the pool table, and she could barely brace herself from his quick hard thrusts.
Finally, the masked man climaxed inside of her, his body tensing as he released. Batgirl in turn shuddered with a blinding orgasm. The intensely erotic sensations had succeeded in causing her mind and body to overload, and so she passed out with long moan of pleasure.
Part 5 - Confrontation
"Ummmmm." Batgirl moaned softly as she began to awaken from her feinting spell. Her senses spun as her head lolled drowsily from side to side. The familiar sensation of coming out of unconsciousness slowly gave way to a clearing head as she shook the cobwebs away. When her vision cleared, her heart began to pound when she took in her surroundings and situation. In a kneeling position on one corner of a large bed, she tried to move, but her arms were wrapped around a thick bedpost corner and bound behind her back at the elbows and wrists. Her ankles were also crisscrossed behind her, pulled upward and bound tight to her wrists so that only her knees were touching the bed. Her muscles strained, her petite body squirming desperately, but she couldn't budge one inch.
A door opened just then and she turned her head to see Cordelia Chase enter followed by her father Cornelius Crane. Cordelia now wore an extremely tight, teal blue latex body suit and matching stiletto boots. He father wore only gray slacks, a black turtleneck shirt and shiny loafers. In one hand he carried a snifter of brandy and in the other a fat cigar.
"Finally awake from your catnap, Batgirl?" Cornelius chuckled.
"What's the meaning of this?" Batgirl snapped. "Untie me this instant!"
"Now why would I want to do that?" Crane snorted as he made himself comfortable on the huge bed. "You look so adorable in that particular position. Doesn't she Cordelia?"
Cordelia smiled wickedly and cuddled up cozily next to her father.
Batgirl was stunned by there apparent closeness. Surely they weren't that...she didn't even want to think about it. It was too bizarre. She tried to remember the last thing that happened before she passed out, and then became livid.
"What is all this? Cordelia, I can't believe you're a part of this!"
"Babs, I'm shocked at you." Cordelia said. "I invited you into our exclusive society and you joined willingly. I didn't twist your arm. Although I would have liked to."
"If I would have known this...society...was involved with kidnapping, drugs, and..."
Batgirl was about to say kinky bondage and sex, but her chaste attitude prevented it. "I would have never..."
"When you say it like that, you make it sound so..." Cornelius began.
"Dirty." Cordelia finished his sentence.
"No one is holding you against your will. You can leave anytime you want to."
Batgirl glared at Crane's taunting remark. "You won't get away with this."
Suddenly Batgirl remembered Vicki Vale and Dr. Chase Meridian. She could only imagine what had happened to them.
"Where are Vicki and Chase?" Batgirl demanded.
"They've been bedded down for the night." Cornelius informed her with a smirk.
"We were saving you for last." Cordelia chimed in.
"Did you drug them as well? Is that why they attacked me during the performance?"
"Of course. How else were we going to get a realistic performance from you?" Cordelia giggled. "It was delicious watching that look on your face."
"You're both sick!" Batgirl hissed angrily. "Let me go! Now!"
"I'm afraid we can't do that. You haven't been properly initiated into our exclusive club."
Crane said, and then turned to his daughter. "Cordelia, please attend to our guest."
"With pleasure." Cordelia replied with relish.
Batgirl became alarmed when she saw Cordelia rise from the bed and approach her with what appeared to be a perfume bottle in one hand. She had to be careful what she said. As far as they knew, she was Barbara Gordon, only dresses up as Batgirl. She decided to try a different tact. "What...what are you doing? When my father finds out about this..."
Cordelia sprayed her in the face with an aerosol chlorogas, which Batgirl recognized as the same one that was used during her performance with 'Catwoman' and 'Poison Ivy.' She tried to hold her breath, but it was too late. Some of the pungent fumes had already entered her lungs and soon she was feeling light-headed. When Cordelia saw that she was fighting it off, she sprayed another heavier dose in a satin scarf and placed it tightly over her nose and mouth as Batgirl tried to twist her head from side to side in futile resistance. Her tensed up muscles soon began to relax as her eyes fluttered and fell closed.
"Relax, now Babs." Batgirl heard Cordelia purr into her ear as she lost consciousness. "When you wake up, we're going to have a nice surprise for you."
TO BE CONTINUED...
