<The Manipulator> Batman and Robin are out of town in Antarctica thwarting another scheme of the joker. The Manipulator just absconded with 1 billion dollars from the federal reserve bank of Gotham. You head to the scene in hopes of catching him before he escapes. When you arrive, though, it appears he is already gone. All you find are unconscious guards and two female rentacops bound and gagged in the vault.
<Batgirl> looks around warily, sensing a trap.
<The Manipulator> **The women whimper and struggle, pleading with their grunts, begging for you to untie them.**
<Batgirl> 's mind works quickly to figure out how to retrieve the rent-a-cops without stepping into the vault.
<Batgirl> decides their safety is more important, and takes her chances stepping into the vault, knowing no trap is inescapable for her.
<The Manipulator> **The guards relax and sigh with relief, turning around so you can untie their wrists.**
<Batgirl> quickly unties them, lowering their gags.
<The Manipulator> **”Oh, Batgirl! It was terrible!” the one says.
<Batgirl> watches the door as she work as fast as she can, helping them to their feet.
<The Manipulator> **Spitting out a wad of packing.** "He made us see this giant tarantula!"
<Batgirl> starts backing out quickly, realizing they are possibly not what they seem.
<The Manipulator> **You are kicked in the small of the back into the vault once again. Before you can turn around, the door slams shut behind you!**
<Batgirl> nods in acknowledgement. o O (I know now who's responsible for the caper).
<Batgirl> reels forward, falling to her knees, hands breaking the fall.
<The Manipulator> **The seemingly helpless guards suddenly morph into their true selves, shedding their master's illusion. It's Faux and Facade, both wearing gas masks!**
<Batgirl> mentally berates herself for not trusting her instincts
<Batgirl> looks around the vault for the camera and quickly dismantles it.
<The Manipulator> **Faux says "It doesn't matter, Batgirl. Master has you now. Will you be good, or do you need to take a nap?” "I think she needs to work off some energy sister," Facade says, laughing.
<Batgirl> “Oh, girls. Do we not have better things to do with our time?"
<Batgirl> swiftly kicks faux in the stomach, causing her to double over.
<Batgirl> assumes the attack position, ready for the retaliation.
<The Manipulator> **Faux crumples but Facade slams her foot into your right thigh.**
<Batgirl> whimpers, snarling, "You girls really need to get day jobs."
<The Manipulator> **"You need your beauty rest, Batgirl....”**
<Batgirl> sweeps Facade, dropping her to the floor.
<The Manipulator> **“Aggh! gas the bitch!” Faux rises, brandishing a small spray bottle.**
<Batgirl> quickly grabs Facades's wrist, pulling her arm up behind her back, her other arm around her neck, forcing her chin up.
<The Manipulator> **Facade snarls in pain!**
<The Manipulator> **Faux cautiously approaches, eyes big behind the plastic of her gasmask.**
<Batgirl> pulls her arm tighter on Facade's throat, a small cough escaping Facade's lips.
<The Manipulator> **”You can't win this fight, Batgirl. Do you feel that?”
<Batgirl> “Nooo...I never feel that.”
<The Manipulator> **The vault lurches--as though being pulled upward.**
<Batgirl> loses her balance, her grip loosening.
<The Manipulator> **Facade slams her elbow into your ribs. Faux sprays into your face...a jet of purple gas.**
<Batgirl> clutches at her ribs, as she lurches forward at Facade.
<The Manipulator> **"Sleep, Batgirl. You need your rest so master can play.”**
<Batgirl> blinks as the gas tears her eyes.
<The Manipulator> **Faux continues to spray the sedative into your face as you back away.**
<Batgirl> fights the gas, trying to blink it off, her hand now too heavy to raise to her face.
<Batgirl> staggers drunkenly.
<The Manipulator> **The henchwomen back up, smiling in approval. You hear a familiar voice piped in over a communicator clipped to Faux's belt.**
<Batgirl> falls backwards against the wall of the vault, body sliding down the wall as her muscles fail to respond.
<The Manipulator> “BATGIRL!" The Manipulator chirps from the speaker. “I knew you'd come. hehehe. You were right on time, actually.”
<Batgirl> fights hard to keep her eyes open, unable to focus.
<The Manipulator> “Right now 1 billion dollars and you are going to my secret lair in the Adirondacks. However, you will not be conscious for most of the journey...Don't worry, Faux and Facade will keep you company. They love to snuggle.”
<Batgirl> snarls weakly at the voice.
<The Manipulator> “They begged me to let them feel you, and they will.... but you won't know the difference in about five seconds. When you awake, we will discuss things further. hehe.”
<The Manipulator> **Faux turns off the communicator and laughs.**
<Batgirl> slips into unconsciousness as she lazily shakes her head side to side, uttering a barely audible "Noooooo."
<The Manipulator> **Faux slides next to you and squeezes your breast as you fade into nothingness.**
<The Manipulator> (CUT TO: AN UNKNOWN, BUT LONG TIME LATER...THE VAULT..BATGIRL IS ALONE...THE DOOR IS OPEN A CRACK...AND THE MONEY IS GONE.)
<Batgirl> 's eyes flutter open, as she immediately feels a wetness between her thighs. Her head is pounding as she struggles to focus.
<The Manipulator> **You hear soft music coming from outside the vault.**
<Batgirl> collects herself, stands, still a little unsteady, and presses the vault door open slowly.
<The Manipulator> **You see a large, ornate dining room, dimly and tastefully lit. A string quartet plays. At the end of a long table, lit only by candles, is The Manipulator, with a decanter of spanish ruby port next to him.**
<The Manipulator> appears to be looking at stacks of papers. "Ah! Batgirl!”
<Batgirl> shakes her head.
<Batgirl> "I see you've recovered nicely from your last whupping.”
<Batgirl> *grins*
<The Manipulator> stands, in his signature pinstripes.
<Batgirl> "Do you ever get enough?"
<The Manipulator> "Do you?"
<Batgirl> “I won't stop until you're safely behind bars.”
<The Manipulator> "Please, won't you join me? Dinner will be served shortly...and I must tell you of my plans...after ..."
<The Manipulator> 's attention is redirected to the stack of papers--which are actually photographs.
<Batgirl> peers curiously at the papers, stepping closer, her sharp heels clicking on the marble floor.
<The Manipulator> “Seriously, sit down. Even if you kicked my ass, it would take you a month to get to the surface without the keycodes to the lift.”
<Batgirl> eyes you warily, then pulls up a chair, sliding it out, resting her booted legs, crossed, on the table.
<The Manipulator> smiles and flips one of the photos upsidedown. “Damn! I must say, you do have limber hamstrings! hehe.
The midget whose penis is resting on your forehead in this shot--that's Dr. Petrovsky.”
<Batgirl> raises an eyebrow.
<The Manipulator>“He's key in part of this scheme. Letting him cop a feel...was part of his payment."
<Batgirl> “You're bluffing.”
<The Manipulator> "Oh! And you know what else?”
<The Manipulator> hands you the pics he already looked at. “I had to tell Faux and Facade to put your costume back on?! Animals they are! Sheesh!"
<Batgirl> feels a crimson blush rise up her body, coloring her cheeks.
<The Manipulator> "Overall, I'm pleased with the lighting and composition of my shots. I'm taking up photography as a new hobby, and I think I got some some nice scenes here, especially the ones with the titclamp. But, man, I never got around to bringing in the sheep!
<Batgirl> snarls at you through gritted teeth. "You're insane."
<The Manipulator> "Insane? I don't bolt after villains who leave me bound, gagged and raped time and again like some people with pointy ears...won't name names."
<Batgirl> grabs at the pictures.
<The Manipulator> "Go ahead, Batgirl. Tear them up. I have the negatives and the video.”
<Batgirl> lunges at you from across the table, steel grip encasing your throat.
<The Manipulator> “Accckkk!”
<The Manipulator> slams a vicious chop to your sternum.
<The Manipulator> “What?” **Gasp** “No wine? We haven't even started with the appetizer yet.”
<Batgirl> tenses her muscles just before the chop hits her square in the chest, her grip unfailing, tightening around your neck.
<Batgirl> presses her thumb to your adam's apple.
<Batgirl> “I'm going to say this once...once only.”
<The Manipulator> picks up the wine decanter and shes it against the side of your head.
<Batgirl> falls to the floor, pulling you down with her.
<The Manipulator> **Your grip weakens just enough to let The Manipulator pull it from his neck and gasp for air.**
<Batgirl> quickly scrambles on top of you, knees pinning your arms. “Where was i?”
<The Manipulator> “You were going to to say something. Probably more of that ‘You can't win’ bullshit. Just remember, you were fucked by two chicks and a midget physicist not less than 6 hours ago...hehe.”
<Batgirl> “No, actually. I think I was about to tell you I should just kill you now. Then I won't have to bore you with the can't-win bullshit.”
<The Manipulator> “I can still smell that you're wet, Batgirl...hehe.”
<Batgirl> presses her forearm to your throat.
<The Manipulator> “Urk!”
<Batgirl> “Yesssss. You...dead...my life would be so much easier.”
<Batgirl> muses.
<The Manipulator> “You can kill me, but that won't stop the scheme that is unfolding, nor will you stop the 'Batgirl, Nude and Unmasked' website coming up."
<Batgirl> “Your little henchbimbos aren't smart enough to pull it off without you. I'll have their tight asses in the klink faster than you realize.
<The Manipulator> "... perhaps....perhaps not..."
<Batgirl> “I'll take my chances.”
<The Manipulator> "Now, why don't you get those lovely thighs off my arms and let's have dinner and talk about how I will rule the world.”
<Batgirl> “Any way you slice it, you out of the picture can only be a good thing.”
<Batgirl> presses her forearm harder.
<The Manipulator> “Ack! Before...you...get...too....smug....you...better....look....behind...you. Ack!"
<Batgirl> “Gosh, I am hungry. What do you have to eat? Maybe i'll chow down after I take care of you.”
<The Manipulator> coughs. “Seriously!”
<Batgirl> turns her head cautiously, as her arm presses firmly against your throat.
<The Manipulator> **A ming vase smashes on top of your head. The Manipulator slithers out of your grip and to his feet.
Faux smiles.”
<Batgirl> “Ooooommmphhhh!”
<The Manipulator> “Ha! Thank you, Faux. Lovely, deadly, and one mean bitch!”
<The Manipulator> takes off his jacket and tie. “Now we get busy.”
<Batgirl> shakes the hit off, moving to her feet.
<The Manipulator> **Faux tosses him roll of ducttape.** “That will be all, Faux. That girl sure does know how to eat out another woman on camera! hehe. It'll be on the video feed on the paysite next month!”
<The Manipulator> kicks batgirl hard in the stomach.
<Batgirl> “Ummmmphhh!”
<Batgirl> falls to her knees.
<The Manipulator> slams both fists down on your back.
<Batgirl> falls forward, landing face down to the floor.
<The Manipulator> kicks you while you are face down, then gets on top of you.
<Batgirl> groans, unable to fight back momentarily.
<The Manipulator> punches you in the back of the head.
<Batgirl> suddenly lurches backward with all her might, throwing you back off of her.
<The Manipulator> smacks your forehead off the hardwood floor...a second time...a third time...
<Batgirl> feels a trickle of blood running down her forehead.
<The Manipulator> punches you hard in the kidney.
<Batgirl> screams in pain.
<The Manipulator> kicks you in the stomach again.
<Batgirl> charges you, slamming you back into the wall.
<The Manipulator> “Ooof!”
<Batgirl> charges at you again, head ramming your stomach with an iron force.
<The Manipulator> sheds you off, cracks you hard, grabs a candle.
<The Manipulator> flings melted wax into your eyes. “Why...don't....you just let....me...”
<Batgirl> staggers backward, rubbing her eyes.
<The Manipulator> tie you up.”
<Batgirl> laughs.
<The Manipulator> lands a hard left to your jaw...
<Batgirl> hammers her fist into your nose.
<The Manipulator> ...then a right square in your forehead.
<Batgirl> grimaces, reeling back a few feet.
<The Manipulator> tastes a bloody trickle on his upper lip.
<The Manipulator> whips a chair out with one hand and smashes it over your head.
<Batgirl> stifles a scream.
<The Manipulator> dives at your knees, dropping you hard to the floor.
<Batgirl> bites her bottom lip.
<The Manipulator> goes back to kicking those now tender ribs of yours.
<Batgirl> winces as your foot lands in her ribs over and over.
<The Manipulator> grabs a fragmented chair leg and crunches it into the base of your skull.
<Batgirl> falls to the floor with a loud thud, struggling to stand.
<The Manipulator> pins your arms behind you, all his weight on your back.
<The Manipulator> pulls your wrists behind you.
<Batgirl> wriggles her wrists, managing to pull them free as she crawls forward with you on her back.
<Batgirl> stands, knocking you to the floor.
<Batgirl> whips her boot behind her, kicking you in the jaw.
<The Manipulator> spins, growling in pain, then looks up. “AHA!!! Ahahahahah! You moronic superbimbo! Too busy...
<Batgirl> whipkicks you again in athe jaw, heel flying at you over and over.
<The Manipulator> ...kicking my ass to stay out of the way of open flame?”
<Batgirl> “Whaaaa?”
<Batgirl> spins quickly.
<The Manipulator> “You caught your cape on fire on one of those candles you fool! I can't believe it! This is rich!”
<The Manipulator> spits out a blob of blood.
<The Manipulator> scurries across the floor well out of your reach as you look.
<The Manipulator> laughs as you turn.
<Batgirl> steps on her cape quickly as it lands, putting the fire out.
<The Manipulator> hits you square in the left boob with a tranquilizer dart. "Ha! This is the LAST time I hide a tranq pistol in my boot..."
<Batgirl> pulls it out quickly as she drops to the floor.
<The Manipulator> "...so I can get my ass kicked! It's fast-acting. but you will stay awake. Your limbs will be rather jellied, but you will be aware of everything."
<Batgirl> "Well, that WOULD be the case, but..ummmm...my suit..is...made to resist the lame efforts of you villlains."
<Batgirl> glares at you and growls, dropping the dart to the floor and kicking it over at you. "I think..you may need to work..just a TAD harder..."
<The Manipulator> "... but I still have one last ace in the hole."
<Batgirl> stands, poised...listening intently. "And that would be?"
<The Manipulator> "Look up."
<Batgirl> tilts her head back, looking towards the ceiling.
<The Manipulator> moves back just in time, as the chandalier smashes on top of you.
<The Manipulator> slides the garage-door-opener-like device back in his pocket.
<Batgirl> collapses under the weight of the chandelier, pinned.
<The Manipulator> "Now, Batgirl..."
<The Manipulator> walks over and produces a small bottle and a white cloth from his inside jacket pocket.
<Batgirl> struggles to crawl out from beneath the fixture.
<The Manipulator> kneels next to you.
<Batgirl> instictively pulls back from you.
<The Manipulator> uncaps the bottle, soaks the cloth with its contents. The scent is unmistakable. "I have such sights to show you."
<Batgirl> turns her face away from you.
<The Manipulator> grabs the back of your head, brings the cloth in closer.
<Batgirl> violently shakes her head, refusing to breathe the vapors.
<The Manipulator> tenderly eases the gauze over your nose and mouth. "Just breathe. That's all. Just take a breath."
<Batgirl> struggles vehemently, taking deep sucking breathes as she does.
<The Manipulator> presses hard, mashing the pad against your face. "That's good. Sleep...because..."
<The Manipulator> feels his cock harden as you glare at him.
<Batgirl> "Mmmmphh...mmmph...mmm....................."
<The Manipulator> "...I don't have the energy to make you think this fucking chandelier is real any more."
<The Manipulator> leans all his weight into his hand against your mouth and nose. "Take five, batslut."
<Batgirl> slips into dark dreaminess, still fighting.
<The Manipulator> loves watching you writhe as the chandelier disappears. "When you wake up, rest assured you will have no control..."
<Batgirl> struggles, her body weakening as she breathes the sweet vapors.
<The Manipulator> feels your hardmuscled body go limp in his arms.
<Batgirl> wakes a little bit later, tied tightly to a chair, arms pinned behind her back, one ankle tied to each chair leg, bonds bruising tight.
<The Manipulator> is sitting in front of you, patiently waiting for you to wake up.
<Batgirl> lifts her head, wrists and ankles throbbing from the ropes.
<The Manipulator> "Oh! I see you are awake. By the way, your batrope is very strong..."
<Batgirl> immediately begins fighting her bindings, legs and arms thrashing to work the ropes loose.
<The Manipulator> "...as i'm sure you can tell."
<Batgirl> glares at you, not saying a word, the anger in her eyes searing through you.
<The Manipulator> **A midget walks by in a lab coat and winks at you.** "Oh, that's Dr. Petrovsky, my resident mad scientist. Sorry, but he managed to cop another feel before--when my back was turned. Oops."
<Batgirl> feels her face flush once again, her expression unchanging.
<Batgirl> refuses to allow you to see how humiliated she feels. "You ought to feed your lil pets more regularly."
<The Manipulator> "Now, let's cut to the chase, shall we? You must wonder what my master plan is this time."
<Batgirl> "Hmmm. Let me think... My guess would be...world domination? Just a hunch."
<The Manipulator> "Yes, but it's how, this time. "
<Batgirl> "Another boring little scheme that will end in failure, I'd assume."
<The Manipulator> "You see, my power to make others see my illusions can get me far, but there's always something keeping me from the next level."
<Batgirl> 's face takes on a look of genuine interest, but only momentarily.
<The Manipulator> "...and no, it's not spandexclad superskanks like you."
<Batgirl> singsongs, "Sticks and stones and all that other bullshit."
<The Manipulator> "It's myself. See, I can only make one person, or a small group of people see a hallucination of mine."
<Batgirl> grins.
<The Manipulator> "And the more people that I need to see it, the less ...complex... it can be. Why, that chandelier that you thought was pinning you, I couldn't do even do that to five people."
<Batgirl> "Poor baby. We all have our crosses to bear."
<The Manipulator> So, the question arose, 'How do I do that?' How can I make the masses--thousands, millions--see the terrors..."
<The Manipulator> points to his temple. "...in here!"
<Batgirl> works on the ropes behind her back, quietly, so as not to arouse suspicion.
<The Manipulator> "What are you doing, Batgirl?"
<Batgirl> "Ooooh, enjoying the presence of your fine company, naturally."
<Batgirl> winks.
<Batgirl> runs her tongue sensuously over her lips.
<The Manipulator> "You wouldn't be knotpicking, would you?"
<Batgirl> "Me? Knotpicking? I'm hurt!"
<The Manipulator> "Goddamn knotpickers!"
<The Manipulator> goes behind you and ties up your thumbs with a length of cord. "There!"
<Batgirl> "Goddamn thumb binders!"
<The Manipulator> "Awww. Poor baby. Now, I have to answer the question of how to make my powers accessible to the masses at large..."
<Batgirl> forces the chair back with her body, trying to lift it enough to slip the ropes off the legs.
<The Manipulator> slams the chair down and backhands you as he yanks on your hair. "AND, DR. PETROVSKY-- IF I CAN NOT BE INTERRUPTED!..."
<Batgirl> winces as she feels the sting on her cheek.
<The Manipulator> "...has come up with the solution. From my lair--and with only two electrodes affixed to each temple--I can PROJECT! I can make entire armies tremble!"
<Batgirl> "Gosh, I hope you've user-tested it first. Could be...not fun...if something doesn't work right."
<Batgirl> laughs.
<Batgirl> "I'm sorry. Did someone say, 'Delusions of grandeur?'"
<The Manipulator> "Well, we're still working out a few bugs, but it will work. And you know what? Your smart mouth is pissing me off. Is this how you treat your future ruler?"
<Batgirl> "Well, we wouldn't want that, would we? Have to keep our supervillains happy at all times."
<Batgirl> "...or in this case, not-so-supervillains."
<The Manipulator> "Even when bound and helpless, you still talk shit. Amazing."
<The Manipulator> "Who's bound and helpless?"
<Batgirl> "Bound, yes. Helpless, never."
<The Manipulator> "Goddamn, Batgirl...I must say you galvanize me. FAUX! FACADE! COME!" **The henchwomen come up one on each side of you...there is the gentle soft creak of leather as they approach you in their black catsuits.**
<Batgirl> "You know, do you think you could get me outta here in time for my hair appointment?"
<The Manipulator> **Faux holds a roll of ducttape.**
<The Manipulator> "They just so enjoy playing with you.
<Batgirl> "What's wrong? Can't take the heat?"
<Batgirl> winks.
<The Manipulator> **Facade cradles a pink foam ball in her hand. Both of them look at you, eyes carniverous.
<Batgirl> squirms under their gaze.
<The Manipulator> "Ladies, would you please do me the pleasure of silencing this wench? Superheroines are better seen and not heard."
<Batgirl> suddenly feels vulnerable, squirming like a child caught in the act.
<The Manipulator> **Both faux and facade nod.**
<Batgirl> "Ooooh...but then I can't whisper those sweet nothings you sooooo love in your ear."
<The Manipulator> grins wickedly.
<The Manipulator> **Faux straddles you, sitting on your lap. Facade stands behind you.**
<Batgirl> feels the wetness between her legs increase.
<The Manipulator> **Faux's breathing quickens, and Facade moves the pink ball toward your lips. Her bosom rises and falls with quickened breaths.**
<Batgirl> turns her head from side to side, making it hard for the women to gag her.
<The Manipulator> **Faux holds your face steady and pinches your nipple.**
<Batgirl> lets a small sound escape her lips, indistinguishable as a moan or a wince.
<The Manipulator> **"Open your mouth, bitch!"**
<Batgirl> clamps her lips tighter.
<The Manipulator> **Facade yanks sharply on your hair.**
<Batgirl> gurgles from deep in her throat, lips still clenched.
<The Manipulator> **Faux leans her face just an inch from yours. Her lips part, looking into your eyes.**
<Batgirl> spits in Faux's face.
<The Manipulator> **Faux bites your cheek, wipes the spit off, then slides a hand down your stomach to your thigh.**
<Batgirl> squirms, her breathing quickening, the frustration beginning to show on her face.
<The Manipulator> slides a finger between your legs.
<Batgirl> growls.
<The Manipulator> presses against the wet spot there.
<Batgirl> "Take...your...hands...OFF ME!!!"
<Batgirl> glares at you.
<The Manipulator> **Facade jams the ball in just as you get the last word out, trying to cram the ball in further.
<Batgirl> "Mmmmmmphh."
<Batgirl> tries furiously to spit the ball out.
<The Manipulator> **Facade gets the ball past your teeth, filling your mouth with pink foam.**
<Batgirl> presses her tongue against the ball, pushing it back against Facade's hand.
<The Manipulator> **Faux slaps tape over your lips, sealing the ball in.**
<Batgirl> "MMMMmmmmppphhhhhh!!!!! Uuuummmph!!!!!
<The Manipulator> **Before you can spit it out, Facade helps her wind the roll behind your neck.**
<Batgirl> fights like a hellcat now, struggling violently, the chair rocking and sliding.
<The Manipulator> **Faux grabs the roll on the other side..pulling the strong band of tape tight for another pass, then another, laughing at your bucking.**
<Batgirl> screams against the ball, every muscle straining against her bonds.
<Batgirl> 's eyes are filled with fire and fury and she continues to fight with everything she has.
<The Manipulator> **Faux finally tears the roll off, and the girls sit at the feet of The Manipulator, who has his cock out and was stroking as you were gagged into silence.**
<Batgirl> "mmmmppph...MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!!
<The Manipulator> squeezes Facade's breast and she coos.
<Batgirl> glares at you with indignation and hate.
<The Manipulator> "You were saying, Batgirl? I lost my train of thought."
<The Manipulator> laughs.
<Batgirl> "UUUUMMMMMMMPPPHHHHh.....mmmmmrrrph!!!!"
<The Manipulator> "You want to fuck me? Was she wet down there, Faux?" **Faux smiles and nods, touching her master's hard cock and tasting some of the precum.**
<Batgirl> growls from deep in her throat.
<The Manipulator> "You want my dick inside you? That's what you want, Batgirl?"
<Batgirl> tries to look away, but finds the tape so tight she can't move her head.
<Batgirl> narrows her eyes at you, unblinking.
<The Manipulator> "Ladies, do you think the Batgirl needs a fuck?" **Faux and Facade look at you lasciviously and nod.**
<Batgirl> struggles, the chair bouncing, legs clacking against the floor.
<The Manipulator> walks over to you as Faux and Facade watch eagerly...
<Batgirl> "Mmmmmmppph."
<The Manipulator> ...his hardness is in his hand, at eyelevel to you.
<Batgirl> stops struggling and gives in to a momentarily feeling of helplessness.
<The Manipulator> runs a finger over the strong, smooth band of tape sealing your cries. Only a small crease where your lips are betrays you have even a mouth at all.
<Batgirl> stretches her jaws, but the tape won't budge.
<The Manipulator> rubs his cock's tip over your gagged mouth.
<Batgirl> "MMMMPPPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
<The Manipulator> "Did I mention Dr. Petrovsky is also a part-time gynecologist?"
<Batgirl> 's eyes widen.
<The Manipulator> points to the table with the stirrups. "Let's move over there."
<Batgirl> "Ummmmmmppphhhh!!!!"
<The Manipulator> **Faux and facade are gently kissing, until The Manipulator snaps his fingers.** "Ladies! Untie her legs and let's move her over there."
<Batgirl> waits for the women to untie her legs.
<Batgirl> whips a leg out as they do, knocking Faux backward.
<The Manipulator> **The Manipulator and Facade beat you mercilessly as they drag you over.**
<Batgirl> 's body sags limply as she is dragged.
<The Manipulator> **You are laid on your back, legs shackled and spread as wide as the stirrups go.** "Oh, yes... Ladies, look at that huge wet spot between her legs!"
<Batgirl> gasps--eyes wide--as her legs are spread.
<The Manipulator> "She needs fucked."
<Batgirl> protests weakly, the beatings having taken their toll. "Mmmph."
<The Manipulator> glides a finger over the wetness. "Oh, yes..."
<Batgirl> winces through the tape.
<The Manipulator> **Faux sidles up next to your head.**
<Batgirl> pants through her nose, nostrils flaring.
<The Manipulator> **Faux says, "They you should fuck her, master."**
<Batgirl> "Mmpph...mmph...UMMMMPPHHHHHH!!!!!"
<The Manipulator> **Faux leans in close enough so her lips brush your cheek.** "Tear her little suit off. Fucking RAPE HER!"
<Batgirl> struggles again, strong legs pulling at the stirrups, making them shake on the table.
<Batgirl> writhes on the table, hips bucking, ass slamming onto the table as her legs tear at the stirrups.
<Batgirl> mmmmpph......MRRRRRRRPRPHHHHH!!!!!!
<The Manipulator> pulls out his Adamhughesmantium blade and rests the point against your pussy. "CAREFUL, BATGIRL! If this can slice thru your suit, imagine what..."
<Batgirl> lays still, the blade so dangerously close.
<The "Manipulator> "...it could do to your soft, moist flesh? Hhmmm? "Now, Faux! How can you say such a thing! Have you no idea what foreplay is? We must first strip her and taste the rest of the goods."
<Batgirl> gets a look of sheer determination as she lays motionless.
<The Manipulator> **Faux licks your cheek.**
<Batgirl> glares at Faux.
<The Manipulator> **Faux giggles.**
<The Manipulator> runs the blade up your stomach, between your heaving tits. "Like this, Faux."
<The Manipulator> presses the point down into the fabric, tearing.
<Batgirl> holds her breath, afraid to breathe as the knife is so close to her chest.
<The Manipulator> glides the blade down to your stomach, watching your last line of defense part easily, leaving you trembling naked flesh behind.
<Batgirl> closes her eyes as the knife slices the fabric.
<The Manipulator> **Faux pulls the armor away from your tits and cradles one in her hand. Facade joins her and fondles the other.**
<Batgirl> "Mmmmpphhhhh."
<The Manipulator> **The blade reaches your pubic bone.** "Now don't move, Batgirl. I don't want to hurt you."
<Batgirl> breathes harder, her chest heaving in fear and arousal.
<The Manipulator> **Faux and Facade kiss each other deeply as they pinch your nipples.**
<Batgirl> feels her nipples get harder, her body reacting for her.
<The Manipulator> **Then they both bend down and take a nipple, each takes a nipple to mouth.**
<Batgirl> "Mmmppphhhhh!"
<The Manipulator> tears open the last bit of covering from your pussy.
<Batgirl> 's clit throbs, back arching just as the blade moves away from her skin.
<The Manipulator> **The girls bite your nips in unison.**
<Batgirl> screams against the tape, the outline of her lips vibrating against the tape.
<The Manipulator> "Christ, batbitch...I need it now! Oh, shit!"
<Batgirl> squirms, pulling her ass back on the table. "Uummmmmppphhh!"
<The Manipulator> slams his cock hard inside you...deep and slams.
<Batgirl> feels her hot pussy tighten as your cock slips inside her.
<Batgirl> "MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!!!"
<The Manipulator> grabs your hips, cutting off even that last feeble outlet for escape.
<The Manipulator> **Faux and Facade keep biting your tits. Facade then moves to bite your neck.**
<Batgirl> 's hips move for her, starting to rock slowly on your cock as she fights her bindings.
<Batgirl> "MMMPPphhhhhhh!!!!"
<The Manipulator> 's thighs smack against you as he rams in and out like a piston.
<Batgirl> shrieks--a muffled, desperate shriek.
<The Manipulator> "Oh, fuck yeah! You need this...you want this...there's nowhere on this fucking planet you'd rather be. You wanted me to fuck you from minute one."
<Batgirl> 's back arches, clit pressed hard against you, even as she continues to fight with all her strength.
<The Manipulator> "You're my fuckpony, Batgirl. You always will be."
<Batgirl> winces--almost muffled sobs.
<The Manipulator> feels your juice drench his nuts.
<The Manipulator> "Little slut."
<Batgirl> pants hard, breathing through her nose...feeling lightheaded, her pussy squeezing your cock like an iron fist.
<The Manipulator> feels an explostion rising within him.
<Batgirl> screams again...even her muffled screams loud enough to echo through the room.
<The Manipulator> "That's it...that's it..." **Faux and Facade moan, stroking themselves, groping each other as they suck your tits.**
<Batgirl> throws her head back, screaming with everything in her body, fighting, hips rising from the table.
<The Manipulator> explodes, hot cum shooting deep inside you.
<Batgirl> "MMMMMPPPPPPPHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"
<Batgirl> feels her hot cunt clamp down hard as she cums on your cock, juices soaking you.*
<The Manipulator> laughs as his henchwomen pull away and join their master at his side, watching you spasm in pleasure.
<Batgirl> "Mmmmppphhhh!"
<Batgirl> 's body is wracked with spasms, shuddering, thighs wet.
<The Manipulator> pulls out as your body still lurches in ecstacy.
<Batgirl> squirms and writhes, panting hard as her juices drip on the table.
<The Manipulator> "And that, my pets, is how you rape a superheroine."
<Batgirl> "Mmmpphhhh...mppph!"
<Batgirl> glowers at you.
<The Manipulator> pulls out the chloroform cloth once again.
<The Manipulator> "Well, Batgirl, nice try this time, but I must bid you adieu. I have to prepare for the first field test of my device in the coming weeks...you'll know it when it happens."
<The Manipulator> walks up to you, leans close to our face.
<Batgirl> 's breathing finally slows as her body relaxes.
<The Manipulator> kisses the tape covering your mouth.
<The Manipulator> says to Faux and Facade, "When she's under, make sure you throw her in a dumpster in the most crimeinfested neigborhood in Gotham, where a young bound naked woman is sure to be defiled.
<Batgirl> pulls her head back from you as much as possible.
<Batgirl> "MMMPPPHHHHH!"
<The Manipulator> raises the soaked cloth near your cheeks.
<Batgirl> is unable to resist, still struggling to breathe.*
<The Manipulator> presses the cloth firmly over your nose. "Good night, Batgirl. I'm sure we'll meet again...."