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...

The End