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From: an210705@anon.penet.fi (Mr. X)
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Subject: Repost: Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 1 [bd,sex,nc]
Date: Tue, 30 Jan 1996 08:15:11 GMT
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     W     A     R     N     I     N     G

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Presenting Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 1

     Barbara Gordon just finished a heavy session of 
aerobics and collapsed in a pile of sweat and exhaustion 
on her sofa. "Damn that Denise Austin! That girl's got 
more energy than a one-legged man at a butt kicking 
contest." she mumbled as she sat back and watched the 
attractive girl bounce about. 
     "I wouldn't mind tying that bundle of energy down." 
Barbara thought to herself as she watched Denise 
bounce up and down, coaxing her camera audience on 
with her sickly sweat  "C'mon, you can do it" voice.
     "Now to the left... Now to the right... That's it.. you 
can do it..." Debbie would repeat again and again with 
an incredibly cheesy smile and patronizing voice that 
really said "You're a fat loser... I'm better than you.. I am 
a goddess."
     "Its almost like watching a big Barbi doll. I bet a good 
sized vibrator could bang the spunk out of her. " Barbara 
said eyeing the woman's firm rear and bouncing chest. 
Suddenly, Babs stopped and starred down between her 
legs, noticing that she was rubbing herself with her 
fingers and enjoying it.
     "God I miss Selena!" she said rolling onto her side 
and rubbing a little harder.  She then sat up with a 
gleam in her eye and made her way toward a secret 
storeroom she used to hide most of her crime fighting 
gear. There, she grabbed a video tape cartridge from a 
box stored at the back of the room and put it into the 
machine. She then stripped out of her leotard and sat 
naked on her white sofa. With a click, she started the 
mysterious tape.
     The images of her and Selena's bound and gagged 
bodies came intensely to life as the tape started. 
Apparently, the three stooges of crime, the Joker, the 
Riddler and the Penguin, had taped her and Catwoman's 
near demise, probably for their own sick enjoyment. It 
was lucky for Barbara that she was able to snatch the 
tapes from the city evidence vault before they were 
made public. 
     "Boy daddy would go NUTS if he saw what really 
happened. He always thinks of me as his little girl." Babs 
thought as she rubbed herself slowly and watched as 
she was forcefully gang-banged into submission by the 
Joker's android nemisises. The scene then switched to 
the struggling Catwoman as some hideously disgusting 
plant penetrated her bound and helpless body. The 
screams and moans of desperation from both her and 
Selena made her wet with desire and excitement. Being 
so close to defeat, risking total submission was too 
exhilarating.
     Babs stood up and ran to her bedroom, ejecting the 
tape and nearly pulling the VCR along with her as she 
grabbed the cartridge. Flinging the tape into her 
bedroom machine and turning it on, she quickly opened 
her dresser drawer and pulled out several special 
handcuffs,  a cloth gag ,a large, black vibrator, a silk, 
black bikini and several other items. She slide the silk 
G-String up her firm thighs and let it sit low and wide 
around her legs as she tied the bikini bra into place. 
There was something about being in a costume, even a 
costume as skimpy as a bikini, that drove Babs wild with 
excitement. Being naked was boring. Being nearly 
naked was everything. The final touch was a pair of 
shiny, black 6 inch stiletto heels which she slipped on. 
Standing in the mirror, she gazed at her muscle tone, 
curvaceous body and ran her hands slowly over her 
breasts and rear. 
     "God! What a BOD!" she hissed slapping her ass 
and talking as though she were someone else, someone 
who was in control, someone who was crude, primal and 
dangerous. "You need a good FUCK!" she continued 
groping her breasts.
     Jumping on the bed she quickly cuffed her feet. She 
then inserted the large plaything, which took a few 
erotically, agonizing minutes. She the pulled her G-
String up and into place, covering the toy, preventing it 
from escaping. Using another set of special cuffs, she 
clamped each manacle around her thighs just above her 
knees and then clamped the manacles to each other, 
forcing her curvaceous legs tight together. She then 
picked up a leather, bondage sock and pulled it over her 
legs like a sleeping bag. From the back she zipped the 
sock up, squeezing her legs tightly together and forming 
them into one shapely mass. The top of the sock ended 
at just below her crotch and her full, white thighs and 
buttocks slightly bulged out of the bondage accessory. 
     She then picked up a leather belt with several rings 
orbiting the outside and affixed it around her waist. 
Picking up the gag, she placed it over her mouth and 
tightened it around her head with more straps. The gag 
was a specialty item that was made from a soft cloth 
pad attached to a firm, leather backing and held in place 
by straps. The pad snugly covered her mouth and 
muffled even the loudest screams. She seemed to like 
this kind of gagging over a ball gag, which made her 
drool and made her jaw tired. She also felt it was a lot 
more sexually attractive.
     After gagging herself, she cuffed her hands behind 
her back and to the ring on the back of her belt. She was 
now completely restrained and felt absolutely wonderful. 
With a dexterous click, she pressed the play button and 
lay back as the tape started and the low hum of the 
vibrator began to build.
     The images continued to bombard her as she 
remembered the experience. Her naked, bound body 
surged and rolled about slowly as the sounds and 
screams of her and Catwoman sent waves of erotic 
stimulation through her. The vibrator also added to the 
tension, slowly building its vibrations like it was designed 
to. Each scene was shocking and exhilarating. Selena 
moaning, Barbara screaming, both women being taken 
by the criminals that had captured them. Both women 
being pulled down deeper into helpless submission. 
Barbara rolled about moaning and surging as her climax 
grew closer and closer...
   BAM!
     "Barbara honey, its daddy." called out Commissioner 
Gordon in a patronizing, voice like and adult calling a 
little girl. Barbara froze stiff in fright, almost crushing the 
vibrator inside her as she heard him come in. 
     "Dear GOD!" she screamed under her gag as she 
flopped about on the bed trying to get untangled from 
the bedding. Frantically she grabbed the remote and, 
after pressing the forward and reverse a few times, 
managed to stop the tape and turn of the TV.
     "Barbara, I came to see if my favorite little girl wants 
to go to dinner." called out the old man as his voice 
neared the bedroom. Barbara sat up in sheer terror as 
the foot steps grew closer. "If only daddy could see his 
little girl now!" Babs thought as she stared about 
frantically for escape.
     The door slowly opened. "Barbara, are you in..." 
     BRINNNG. 
     "Oh thank God whomever you are." Babs slunk back 
as her father turned to answer the living room phone. As 
the old man talked, Babs popped to her feet and made 
her way, like a female pogo stick, to the dresser. Her 
large breasts bounced up and down causing her to lose 
balance and plow into the cabinet. The keys she so 
desperately needed went flinging back behind the 
dresser and out of reach. 
     "HHHMMMMMM!" Babs screamed in shock as she 
twisted around for some other means of escape. "Lock 
pick's in my Batgirl utility belt in the secret room. I can't 
get to it!" Then with a bouncing furry she jumped across 
to her closet. Turning her back to the door she tried to 
grab the knob but the mountains of coat hangers and 
clothes hanging on the knob prevented her from getting 
a grip. Then her eyes bulged in shear terror as she 
heard the phone hang up. In one last, final act of 
desperation, she dove toward the floor and slid her 
bound and gagged body under her bed. Her feet 
disappeared just as the door opened and Commissioner 
Gordon timidly stepped in.
     "Barbara. Are you in here?" he asked making sure he 
didn't walk in on a half naked daughter. He was an 
extremely decent man and was embarrassed at even 
the slightest amount of nudity.
     "NO!" Barbara gasped as she suddenly realized the 
cord from the vibrator ran out from between her legs, 
across the floor, and up the side of the bed to the 
dresser where the dial control sat patiently glowing. 
Groping desperately, she fished the cord off the floor 
with her cuffed hands and started pulling the cord so she 
could pull the remote off the dresser and down under the 
bed
     "Got to... turn it off..." she winced as the low vibration 
made her sweat with building sensation.
     CATHUNK!
     The hard plastic case of the remote hit the side of 
the dresser and then the floor as it fell. Babs froze again 
but sighed in relief. Commissioner Gordon was moving 
a chair at the same time the remote fell and the noise 
was perfectly masked. Looking to her right, she watched 
the small white box as she slowly drew it toward her. 
Then her eyes bulged in shock as she watched the box 
jam itself between the dresser leg and the bed leg.
     "DAMN IT!" she huffed as she pulled harder and 
harder. The, with one frantic yank, she twisted her body 
and pulled the cord as hard as she could. Suddenly, a 
never before felt sensation of intense vibration shot 
through her pelvis, sending Barbara bucking about in 
panic. Looking across she could see the dial was broken 
and pegged past the 10 mark. She normally enjoyed a 
heavy workout of 4. The remote was broken and the 
vibrator was now going hog wild with the full 120 volt 
setting.
     Bab's hips rolled slowly and erotically as the toy 
drove her closer toward an unwanted and uncontrollable 
climax. "Gett... ouutttt ddddaaadddy." she thought trying 
to hold back the flood.
     "Hmm... I guess she's gone to the library. What a 
dedicated girl but I wish she wasn't suck a pig." he said 
picking up a pair of frilly, black panties and placing them 
on the bed. "I'll just leave a note." he added, sitting 
down at her vanity mirror and taking out some paper. 
Like the methodical man he was, he slowly and 
meticulously wrote out a note. Then, as he finished the 
note, the timer on the VCR expired and the tape 
stopped. Apparently Barbara had only hit the pause 
earlier and now the mechanism decided to stop the 
tape. 
     "What's this!" Commissioner Gordon asked as he 
turned on the TV and picked up the remote. Under the 
bed, Barbara was now frantically twisting about, 
struggling to keep quite as the sensation from the 
vibrator and the act of being caught overwhelmed her.
     Beep-beep-beep...
     "Damn pager!" Gordon cursed as he got up. Reading 
the display he headed straight for the door. "Its the 
office! I've got to get back." he barked as he shot out of 
the apartment and slammed the door. At that same 
moment, Barbara screamed uncontrollably as her 
climax tore her nearly apart. Her hips shot upward, 
pushing her mattress and box spring off their frame and 
to the floor. The heavy, king sized bed collapsed into a 
pile of mattresses, pillows and stuffed toys, entombing 
the helpless heroine and pinning her. Babs continued to 
violently pound her hips about as wave after wave 
forced her down again and again and panic filled her 
desperate mind as she knew too many climaxes like this 
would certainly dominate her.

     *     *     *
     The dazed heroine staggered from the bedroom, 
clutching her pelvis just below her stomach and holding 
her head. It had been nearly two agonizing hours since 
her father had left and she had spent the time trapped 
under the collapsed bed, pinned and helpless as the 
vibrator continued its relentless work. Her only saving 
grace was the fact the toy was not designed to run at 
such a voltage and its poor internal workings had finally 
seized. 
     Barbara was also "damaged" by the experience. The 
toy and the bondage were too much for her and the 
unlucky heroine had succumb to its effects. The 
constant climaxes had pushed her over the edge, 
beyond her ability to cope or resist, and now she was 
dominated. She staggered about, her mouth hanging 
open and her eyes glazed over with a veil of haziness 
as she sauntered slowly into the living room. She 
dropped to her knees, unable to comprehend or care 
about anything. At this point she would have obeyed 
anyone without question, performed any act, allowed 
anything to happen to her. She collapsed utterly 
defeated.
     After an hour of sleep, the oppressive sensation lifted 
and Barbara slowly got to her feet. She shook her head 
to clear it and walked back into the bedroom, plopping 
down in the chair that sat in front of her vanity mirror.
     "Can't ever let that happen again." she mumbled as 
she clutched her head. "I can't believe I lost to a 
vibrator." she winced as she picked up the melted 
plastic toy. Dropping it on the table, she looked down 
and noticed the note from her father.

Barbara,
     I stopped by but you weren't home. You got a call 
from some company called Frederick's. They said your 
"special" won't be done for another week. I hope you 
understand this cause I don't. I'll be at the office.

Love and kisses
Daddy.

     "Damn, my new leather outfit's going to be late." she 
grunted picking up a stuffed, pink bear and hurling it 
across the room and hitting Charlie's bird cage. The bird 
squaked noisily as the cage rolled about.
     "Oh, I'm sorry," Babs said affectionately as she 
quieted the bird. "You know how mommy gets when she 
doesn't get her TOYS!" she hissed. "Anyway, daddy had 
to rush off to work and at this time of night it could only 
mean its big trouble." Barbara said putting her hand to 
her chin and staring intensely off into space.
     "I think its time Batgirl got involved, don't you?" Babs 
said to the bird, blowing it a taunting kiss as she strolled 
off toward the vanity. Pushing a button she activated the 
secret room and popped inside. A few moments later, 
the Batgirl cycle came screaming out of Barbara 
Gordon's back alley.

     *     *     *
     
     "Batgirl! Saints alive! Are we glad to be seeing you." 
said chief O'Hara as she walked up to the young heroine 
and stood in front of her with a desperate look on his 
face. Commissioner Gordon got up from behind his desk 
and his gloomy expression turned to sheer delight as he 
escorted Batgirl into the room.
     "Yes, chief O'Hara's sentiments reflect all of our 
feelings at seeing you." said Commissioner Gordon.
     "Why, what's wrong? Where's Batman and Robin?" 
asked Batgirl as she sat on the corner of Commissioner 
Gordon's desk and crossed her legs. She was wearing 
yet another new costume. This one was a two piece 
arrangement. The bottom was a pair of purple, spandex 
shorts that sat low and wide across her shapely hips, just 
below her belly button and riding along the curvature of 
her thighs where her thighs met her hips. It was more 
like a swimsuit bottom than shorts and was absolutely 
skin tight, hugging ever curve. The material was so 
shear and tight that even the indentation made by her 
vagina would peek through now and again as she 
crossed her legs. Her standard Batgirl utility belt sat 
across her hips.
     Her bottom was complimented by an equally tight 
and shear purple halter top. The top covered her upper 
chest and neck, forming a nice, skin tight turtle neck that 
stopped just below her chin. Her arms and shoulders 
were bare and the only thing keep it up was a small, 
zipper on the neck portion that zipped up behind her 
head. The top stretched out tight over her large breasts 
and stopped just below her tits, wrapping itself snugly 
around her rib cage. A small strap portion continued 
around back and was again held together with a small 
zipper. This arrangement left her back completely bare 
except for the neck and lower strap.
     Her legs were completely bare except for a pair of 6 
inch, purple, glossy calf boots that zipped up the sides. 
Her arms with the same way, bare except for a pair of 
satin, purple gloves that stopped just before her elbows. 
     She was wearing her regular, purple cowl with a free 
flowing, red hared wig underneath. The wig was much 
more real and soft looking than her older one making 
her look more like a red headed Cathy Ireland than a 
stiff hared Mary Tyler Moore. To top the whole outfit off, 
she wore her usual purple and yellow Batgirl cape.
     "Saint's preserve us Batgirl, we just don't know." 
Chief O'Hara stuttered in a panic as she waved his arms 
frantically.
     "Its as though the Earth itself has swallowed them up 
completely." added Commissioner Gordon ominously as 
both he and Chief O'Hara stared in dread at the silent 
Bat phone. "We haven't been able to get a hold of them 
at all."
     "Oh brother..." thought Barbara as she rolled her 
eyes in disgust. "What a couple of little boys. Well, I 
think a woman can handle things just fine." she thought 
as she popped off the desk and arrogantly strutted to the 
center of the room.
     "What did you need them for?" she asked striking her 
usual Batgirl stance.
     "I'm afraid that Lord Easystreet has decided to make 
all of our lives a lot more tense with his newest, wild 
party." Commissioner Gordon said waving his hands in 
the air. 
     "You mean that billionaire is throwing ANOTHER 
wild party?" asked Batgirl.
     "Sadly yes Batgirl. Even after last years fiasco with 
the heard of rampaging elephants down main street, he 
still insists on throwing a wild party every year." Gordon 
said
     "Saints alive, a let me tell you clean up after a 
plethora of pacaderms is no picnic Batgirl." added the 
chief.
     "What's his theme this year?" asked Batgirl.
     "I diamond hunt." replied chief O'Hara. "Of all the 
infernal things to have."
     "Yes Batgirl, that scavenger hunt is going to attract 
every criminal to Gotham city like flies to honey, seeing 
how the diamond is worth nearly 2 million dollars." 
Gordon continued.
     "Two million! But even the hope diamond isn't worth 
THAT much!" Batgirl exclaimed.
     "Yes, but this diamond is special. It supposedly is 
99.9% pure crystal and developed synthetically. The 
military and medical applications for it in laser 
technology could be limitless." explained Gordon. 
     "Sure en be Batgirl and all year the crazy coot has 
been holding a lottery to pick a bunch of winners to go 
out to his island estate and play the game. The funny 
thing is, he only is allowin' women to join, and beautiful 
women at that." added O'Hara.
     "I see." said Batgirl stroking her chin. "Commissioner, 
is there anyway you can get a ticket to this party?"
     "Why yes, I had two but I have one left. Why do you 
ask?" asked Gordon.
     "Well, I was thinking if we asked your daughter 
Barbara to go there, undercover that is, and had her 
keep an eye on the guests, she could warn me if 
anything bad was happening using this Batgirl 
transmitter." said Batgirl as she pulled a small device 
from her belt and handed it to Commissioner Gordon.
     "I don't know... " hesitated Commissioner Gordon. 
"Can't we use an undercover police woman?"
     "All the master criminals in Gotham city probably 
know your undercover agents. Besides, its a harmless 
assignment. There are dozens of guests and probably 
nothing is going to happen." said Batgirl.
     "You're right Batgirl." said Gordon. "I know she'll be 
safe with you."
     "Good, I'll contact her tonight and I'll arrange 
everything and have her keep you posted." said Batgirl 
as she took the transmitter and walked briskly out of the 
office. As she opened the door, she turned back to the 
two men. "By the way, what ever happened to the other 
ticket?"
     "Good thing you asked." said Gordon as he walked to 
his desk and looked at a folder. "Apparently the IADC 
also wants to have an agent on hand to make sure the 
diamond doesn't fall into some foreign power's hands. I 
believe their agent's name is Ms. Prince."
     "Good, I... I mean I'll have Barbara keep an eye out 
for her." Batgirl said as she walked out.
     As Batgirl left, Commissioner Gordon turned to Chief 
O'Hara. "Ah, its so nice to know my daughter is in such 
capable hands."
     "Aye, but don't you think she'd catch a cold in that 
outfit?" asked chief O'Hara. Both men looked at each 
other and Commissioner Gordon raised an eyebrow.