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Authors name: Anonymous Author
Story title : Martina Hingis as Batgirl
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Martina Hingis as Batgirl (MF, rp, oral, celeb)
by Anonymous Author
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Batgirl is a registered trademark of DC comics. I am in
no way condoning the behavior described in the follow-
ing story.
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Martina was still unsure as to why she had decided to
take up running about at night dressed up as a bat.
Perhaps it gave her a thrill that professional tennis no
longer did, perhaps it was just another way to seek
attention. But she knew one thing about it, and that was
she was enjoying herself.
The last four months made her feel so alive. On her first
night, wearing her costume based on the one worn by the
TV Batgirl from the sixties, she was shaking as she
stumbled upon the criminals stealing the computer
equipment from the warehouse, but took them on anyway.
She was surprised to discover how slow and cumbersome
they were compared to her own fast and lithe form, and
how easy it was to dispatch them. And so it had been with
most of the crooks she had encountered, as none of them
had given her any real difficulty.
But she had decided that as much fun as being Batgirl
was, Martina Hingis the tennis player could not maintain
the lifestyle. Her game had started to suffer, and that
couldn't be allowed to happen. So as she put on the
Batgirl costume that night, she resolved that
irrespective of whether she had any success in rounding
up criminals, that night would be the last appearance of
Batgirl.
It wasn't long after heading out that Martina came upon a
suspicious scene. Down a back alley she found the door at
a loading bay wide open, with a track backed up against
it. No one seemed to be about, but after a quick
inspection of the vehicle Martina noticed that the keys
were in the ignition. Rather than blunder into the
warehouse tipping anyone off, she decided to wait quietly
in the shadows and see who showed.
Martina turned from the truck to head over to the corner
of the alley, but crashed straight into something. She
jumped in fright, let out a little scream, and before she
could react was grabbed and spun around by a man. A big
man. Caught off guard, she was still trying to break free
of his grasp when he clamped a cloth over her mouth.
Martina was unsure what was on the cloth, but she quickly
surmised it was designed to make her pass out. She
struggled strongly for a few seconds, but she soon felt
the substance take effect, and within ten seconds she was
limp in the man's arms, unconscious.
When she awoke, Martina took some time to work out
exactly where she was. Things were blurry, her head was
spinning, but eventually she regained her senses. She was
fairly certain she was inside the warehouse, as it
contained much furniture, all protected by clear plastic
wrapping. Martina made to move, but found she couldn't -
she was tied to a bed, spread-eagled, by the wrists and
ankles.
For a split second she panicked that her mask may have
been removed while she was unconscious, but quickly
realised that it was still in place. One thing that had
been removed, though, was her utility belt. The lighting
was dim, but she could see no one else about. She
listened intently, but heard nothing.
After about 15 minutes Martina began to wonder if she had
been left here by the man who knocked her out, and he'd
gone. She considered calling out for help, as she was not
gagged. But she thought it best not to run the risk of
alerting her captor to the fact she had awoken, and try
to escape.
Martina had only just started to pull on the restraints
when she heard someone approaching. Looking up, she saw
it was a big man.
"So, you have woken up," commented the man as he walked
towards Martina. She looked at him, totally unsure as to
what she should do or say. She'd never come close to
being captured.
"So you're this Batgirl chick who's been making a name
for yourself, ay? I didn't think you were real, just a
media beat-up." Martina still didn't say anything.
The man stared at Martina for a minute. "You're pretty
quiet, aren't you?"
Martina broke her silence. "What would you have me say?"
The man stared at Martina again, then spoke. "Who are
you?"
"I'm Batgirl," was Martina's hesitant reply. She wished
she had sounded more confident.
"I can see that. But who are you?" He emphasized who.
Martina trembled. She was going to be unmasked. And if he
unmasked her, the odds were very strong that he would
immediately recognize just who she was. She had to do
something.
"Let me go, this is ridiculous." It was weak, and Martina
knew it.
The man moved closer to Martina, and reached for her
mask. Restrained as she was, Martina desperately pulled
away as far as she could. His hand moved closer.
"No!! Please don't," was Martina's plaintive cry. Whether
it had any effect on the man she was unsure, but he
pulled his hand back. He stood and viewed her for a
moment, writhing and pulling on the ropes that bound her.
The man then sat on the bed, beside Martina. He placed
his hand on her thigh, making her jump and try to pull
away, but her restraints were tight, and she moved
little.
"Well, whoever you are, you're hot," remarked the man, as
he began to run his hand up and down Martina's thigh. Her
leg tensed at his touch, and she tried to shake him off.
"Stop that, get your hand off me!" pouted Martina.
"No, I don't think so," replied the man. He ran both
hands up over Martina's belly, and over her breasts.
Martina gasped at his boldness.
"What do you think you are doing? How dare you!" but her
pleas were falling on deaf ears. The man grinned, and
then suddenly stood up and left the room. Martina hoped
he had left for good, but he soon returned, carrying a
pair of scissors.
"What are you going to do with those?" asked Martina with
a real edge of panic in her voice. The man walked to the
top of the bed, where her hands were bound. Martina, for
a moment hoped, he was going to cut her free.
"Why, my dear Batgirl, I'm going to cut you costume from
your sexy little body!," replied the man with glee.
Immediately he began cutting the sleeve of Martina's
costume from the right wrist, down along her arm.
"No, you can't be serious!" cried the bound girl, as he
moved to her other arm. He swiftly continued the second
cut down and across the top of her chest and meet the
first one, and then cut each arm around the shoulder,
completely removing both sleeves. The shoulder straps of
the purple sports bra Martina wore under her costume were
now visible.
As Martina cried out and protested, the man cut down the
front of her costume, from her chest to her crutch, and
then down each leg. He swiftly cut around each knee, and
soon the entire costume was lying on pieces on the floor.
"How dare you!" Martina barked defiantly as she lay
restrained, wearing only her mask, sports bra, panties,
boots and gloves. The man looked at her near naked form,
and leant forward with the scissors poised over her bra.
"How dare I? How amusing!" He quickly cut the shoulder
straps, and then stood back. The bra still sat on
Martina's breasts, but for how long, she wondered. She
needn't have bothered as her tormentor quickly cut the
two side sections and threw the bra to the floor with her
costume.
The man gazed at Martina's breasts, now exposed. They
were not big, but they were pert and firm. He placed the
scissors down, and placed one hand on each breast,
cupping them. He closed his eyes as he felt them, and
pulled gently on the nipples.
"Please, stop this!" begged Martina as her assailant
leant down and took her left nipple in his mouth, and
sucked it for a few seconds, then did the same with the
right. Martina was horrified at what was happening, but
feared that worse was to come. And she was right, as the
man stood back up, took the scissors, and without any
ceremony, cut her panties off.
With her legs tied apart, wide open, Martina felt very
vulnerable. The man knelt between her legs, and ran his
fingers up and down the inside of her thighs, moving
closer to her pussy each time. She began to panic.
"No!! I beg you, please stop, please!! Stop this!!" cried
Martina, but the man ignored her. He moved forward and
ran his tongue up the length of her pussy, finishing on
her clitoris. Martina jolted as he reached her clit, an
involuntary action.
"So, you like that?" taunted the man. He repeated the
action, but then hovered on her clitoris, swirling on and
around it. Martina gasped and she tensed, desperately
trying to surprises the feelings hitting her. She felt
ashamed as the man worked her clitoris with his tongue,
and she felt the pleasure building. She could not let
herself cum like this, she must resist.
But as the man continued to lick, swirl and suck on her
clitoris, she felt her body betraying her. As he mind
said no, her body began to twitch and hips thrust. Try as
she might, she knew she could not hold out, and he would
eventually make her cum. The shame at this thought
horrified her.
As the man continued his assault, Martina drew closer to
orgasm. She feared how her body would respond, and
whether it would take over her mind and she would cry out
in pleasure as she came. As these terrible thoughts raced
through her mind, the man suddenly stopped.
He stood at the bottom of the bed, and to Martina's
horror, removed his trousers and boxer shorts. His cock,
large and semi-erect, was clearly visible in the dim
light. And he moved up towards Martina, hopped on the bed
and straddled her across the chest, resting his cock
between her breasts.
"I want you to suck it, Batgirl," he said calmly. Already
his cock had stiffened somewhat more, and now stood a
little above her chest.
"Never!" replied Martina, her voice full of defiance. She
may have been full of fear, but at last her voice now
sounded firm, she thought. For a second the man did
nothing, then he reached forward and took hold of the
mask.
"If you don't suck my cock, I'm going to unmask you.
Right now." He had noticed how terrified she had been of
unmasking earlier, so decided to put it to use. Martina
froze. The man's large cock, and it was already large and
it wasn't fully erect, was hovering a few inches from her
face.
The thought of sucking it was abominable to her, yet the
alternative was her being unmasked and exposed as Martina
Hingis. As she let these thoughts run through her mind
several seconds elapsed. The man responded by beginning
to remove Martina's mask.
"NO! OK, I'LL DO IT! JUST DON'T UNMASK ME, PLEASE!"
Martina begged. The man held the mask slightly off
Martina's face.
"Are you sure, because you better had be, and it had
better be good," replied the man.
"YES!! I PROMISE!! Just please don't unmask me!" After a
few seconds he lowered it back into position. This
unmasking threat had obviously excited him, as his cock
was now more erect than before. He moved forward, and
directed his cock at Martina's mouth.
Martina raised her head and opened her mouth, taking the
head of his cock, but no more. She closed her lips and
began to run them back and forward along the first couple
of inches of his cock, but no more. The man threw his
head back and moaned in pleasure as his cock grew more.
Martina felt it harden and stiffen further in her mouth
as she continued to work the head and about an inch or
two behind it.
The man reached forward and grabbed the back of Martina's
head and pushed her further onto his cock, and thrust it
in further. Forced to deep throat the criminal, Martina
knew, despite her repugnance, that she must continue, for
she was fully aware of the consequences if she refused.
As he enjoyed his ecstasy, the man toyed with Martina's
mask, running his fingers around the edge of it, pulling
gently on the bat ears, and even slightly raising it, as
if threatening to unmask her. Martina tried to cry out in
protest, but with his cock deep in her throat her
complaints were little more than muffled moans.
Unable to swallow it all, a considerable quantity of
saliva had built up in Martina's mouth. Taking advantage
of this, the man withdrew his saliva-coated cock and
placed it between Martina's breasts, pressed them
together, and proceeded to tit fuck her. Her breasts were
small to medium size, but he managed to create enough of
a valley to gain significant pleasure. Although Martina
found it degrading, she was pleased he had taken it from
her mouth.
After tit fucking her for a short while, the man moved
down Martina's body and began rubbing his erection on her
clitoris. Martina tensed in terror at the thought he may
be about to complete bringing her to orgasm, and even
worse, that she may cum while he was raping her. She had
to do something.
"Please, I beg you, don't rape me. If you like I'll
finish you in my mouth." Martina nearly gagged at the
thought of such a thing, but rather that than be raped.
But the man totally ignored her, and continued to rub his
cock on her clit. Martina tensed and shook, as the
pleasure returned very quickly. It wouldn't take much and
she would cum. She could feel herself moving close, and
there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Whether the man knew this or not she was unsure, but he
stopped rubbing her clit and positioned himself to enter
her. He mounted her from above, and pressed his cockhead
to her pussy lips. Martina, to her shame, knew she was
very wet from the clitoral stimulation, and despite her
being rather tight her tormentor pushed his cock into her
with little resistance. She was only small, and he was
rather big, and she felt quite a deal of discomfort as he
worked his way inside her, despite the ease of entry.
He savoured every inch as he pushed in, till finally his
entire cock was buried inside the restrained girl. He let
it sit there for a moment, then began to slowly thrust in
and out, taking his cock almost all the way out, then
slowly pushing it back all the way in.
Gradually, his pace increased. Fortunately for Martina,
her building orgasm had stalled as soon as he had stopped
working her clit, and she was confident she would not
come if her kept raping her like this. It was a small
consolation, but at least it was something. He was
thrusting quite quickly now, and Martina surmised he
would soon cum, and hopefully her ordeal would be over.
But just at that moment the man stopped, and withdrew.
Martina was sure he hadn't cum, and his still rock hard
and enormous cock confirmed that. He then began to rub
his cockhead on her clit again, and Martina's torment
recommenced.
But with his free hand he began to finger her anus, and
using some of her vaginal juices soon pushed a finger
inside. At first Martina, lost in her efforts to resist
her oncoming orgasm, failed to focus on the significance
of this, but it soon hit her as the man angled her ass
towards him and began to press his cock against her anal
opening. Martina began to thrash and struggle as much as
her restraints would allow, which was in reality very
little. She clenched her ass as much as she could in a
desperate attempt to deny him entry.
"Let me in, Batgirl, or the mask comes off," was the
criminal's immediate response. At that moment he began to
rub her clit, and the distraction was sufficient to allow
him to drive the head past the sphincter.
Martina cried out in despair and humiliation as he
entered her, the pain causing her to clench and unclench
her fists and throw her head back. She cried out a
profanity as he pushed his cock into her, and she felt as
if she was being impaled as her ass surrendered to her
victor's cock. During this assault he continued to rub
her clitoris, and behind the acute discomfort Martina
felt the onrush of her delayed orgasm.
Sensations began to overwhelm Martina as the man, still
working her clit towards orgasm, began to thrust in and
out of her ass. Finally she could hold out no longer, and
her body gave way. The orgasm was now going to cum even
if he stopped, and to her horror she found her body
thrusting at him, meeting his strokes as she drove
towards the final stages.
Finally she came, screaming out her frustration and
pleasure as he drove into her with great power, and as
she came, he pulled out of her, climbed up her body and
began masturbating above her face, ripping her mask off
as he did so.
In the dim light, he recognized her and shot his load
onto her face, hair, eyes and mouth. Martina; still
shaking in the heights of orgasm, stared wide eyed and
open mouthed at her attacker, unable to do anything as
wave after wave of exquisite orgasm flooded through her
body...
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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