Part 1

<The Manipulator> **It has been several months since, via your rape and defilement at the hands of the Manipulator, his device was destroyed. Despite being left bound, naked and gagged on the courthouse steps, you're still a hero. Always wary, you've heard nothing—hide nor hair—of the Manipulator in all this time, until you see a segment on a local news channel about this innovative finishing school for female juvenile delinquents that has opened in Peakskill, New York. It talks of the innovative program—no fences or cells. The inmates wear uniforms, plaid skirts, white blouses with ties, and they go about their studies happily. "The Manipshire Institute stresses nurturing and developing the whole woman, from the inside out," the uptight, academic headmistress says in the interview. "It is not our objective to merely modify behavior, but to rewire, so to speak, the very core of the young ladies here, to mold them into productive citizens. The segment ends and Facts of Life reruns come on.**
* Batgirl calls to Alfred.
<Batgirl> "Yes, madam?"
<Batgirl> "Alfred, the channel five news spot just now...can you pull the tape and rerun the spot for me?"
<Batgirl> **Alfred nods, disappearing, and within minutes, a quick blip on the screen, then the spot replays.**
* Batgirl leans in closer to the monitor, winding, rewinding, using her remote to zoom in on a particular face.
* Batgirl sits, quietly, then mumbles to herself "Faux!"
* Batgirl repeats the number on the screen silently several times, looks at her watch, and makes a quick phone call to the headmistress.
<The Manipulator> **A nasally secretary answers the line. "Manipshire Institute, how may I help you?"
* Batgirl drawls in her most saccharine voice.
<Batgirl> "Yesss, I'm Ms. Yvonne Pritchard from the Gotham Gazette. I'm doing a story on your wonderful school, and I'd love to be able to interview the people who make this type of place the truly exemplary institution it is. We go to press the day after tomorrow, but I'm sure if you could get me in tomorrow...I could work the story in as a front page piece..."
<The Manipulator> **There is a pause and then the secretary says, "Please hold for our Media Relations Director."
<The Manipulator> **The PR guy—an exhuberant fellow—is now on the line.**
* Batgirl replays her spiel, word for word, tone for tone.
<The Manipulator> **"Certainly! we'd be delighted for you to come tour our facility. We are at the cutting edge of juvenile delinquent treatment. Meet here at the main offices tomorrow morning, 9am?"
* Batgirl turns up the sex appeal in her voice just a bit as she hooks her bait "Yesss, that'd be just lovely. I'm sooo looking forward to meeting you and your wonderful colleagues. Will I be able to meet the person in charge of the school?"
<The Manipulator> **The PR guy clears his throat.**
* Batgirl "Mr....I'm sorry…I don't know your name..."
* Batgirl purrs
<The Manipulator> **"Well…Mr. Ersatz started the institute and is the final word but delegates all daily operations...uh...my name is Michael Boguslowski. Mr. Ersatz delegates the charge of daily operations to Ms. Fugazi, the headmistress. Mr. Ersatz is here tomorrow. A meeting may not be out of the question..."**
<Batgirl> "Good, that's wonderful. I look forward to seeing him at 9am, then."
* Batgirl hangs up.
**********
* Batgirl surveys her handiwork in the mirror before heading out the door to her 9am rendezvous. Her lips curl into a grin as she sees the person staring back at her...simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar...long red curls replaced by straight, smooth raven tresses to her shoulders...blouse, slightly tight, unbuttoned to reveal an ample bosom...skirt, to the knee, toned calves well showcased.
<The Manipulator> **You’re met at the gate by Mike Boguslowski, a pudgy man with no hair and a cheap suit. He's all smiles, greets you warmly, and takes you to the offices. All around you, on the modern, college-style campus, stroll girls in shortskirted uniforms with crisp white blouses, knee socks, and neckties. The girls are White, Black, Asian, all young and pretty, and seemingly very happy going on about their tasks of going to class, etc., on the perfectly manicured grounds.
* Batgirl takes a deep breath, and assumes the demeanor of a intelligent, unwitting, sultry reporter.
<The Manipulator> **You're taken into the offices and straight to the office of the headmistress, a Ms. Fugazi.**
* Batgirl smiles warmly at the headmistress, offering her firm handshake.
<The Manipulator> **Ms. Fugazi, a mannish looking chick, returns the greeting with a warm handshake.**
<The Manipulator> "We are more than happy to give you a tour of our facility, Miss…what is your name?
* Batgirl "...Pritchard...Yvonne…"
* Batgirl looks around the elegant offices.
<Batgirl> "Will the director...Mr. Ersatz…be joining us this morning?"
<The Manipulator> **"Ah! Mr. Ersatz sends his regrets that he will not be able to meet with us this morning. However, he will be joining us for lunch in the cafeteria."**
* Batgirl tosses off the comment casually, as she looks out the window at the scores of well-mannered young girls.
<The Manipulator> **"Shall we begin, Miss Pritchard?"**
* Batgirl nods, backing up a bit to follow you.
<The Manipulator> **Ms. Fugazi gives her spiel to you as she walks you across the main campus to the gymnasium**
<Batgirl> "I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind, as we walk."
<The Manipulator> **"Of course, feel free."**
<Batgirl> "The funding for the school..."
<The Manipulator> **Pritchard listens**
<Batgirl> "...is from...?"
* Batgirl 's question trails off.
<The Manipulator> **"We are a nonprofit corporation, funded by a mixture of private donations and state and federal monies."**
* Batgirl quite noticeably gazes over the immaculately manicured campus.
* Batgirl nods, scribbling as she walks.
<Batgirl> "Would you mind if I talked to some of the girls? Got their views?"
* Batgirl watches Fugazi's face closely for any signs of discomfort at the notion.
<The Manipulator> **"Not at all, Miss Pritchard. Feel free." Fugazi looks at her watch. "In fact, classes are changing now. Feel free to ask any of the girls you see walking past."**
<The Manipulator> **One beautiful young thing happens by your group, she has long, blond hair tied in a ponytail. Her uniform is crisp and neat, and she carries her schoolbooks against her bosom.**
* Batgirl smiles her warmest smile.
<Batgirl> "Excuse me…"
* Batgirl looks deep into the girl's eyes.
<The Manipulator> **The girl looks up, slightly startled and looks over to Fugazi, who nods in approval. The girl then smiles. "Yes? Oh, good morning Ms. Fugazi."**
* Batgirl positions her body between the girl and Fugazi, blocking the line of vision so that Fugazi's realignment at this point would be quite noticeable.
<The Manipulator> **Fugazi does not move.**
<Batgirl> "How long have you been here at Manipshire?"
<The Manipulator> **I've been here for 3 months. It has changed my life.**
<Batgirl> "And what incentive…what is it that Manipshire offers you...what is it about THIS PLACE aside from all others, that inspires such a dramatic behavioral change in you?"
* Batgirl narrows her eyes, studying the girl's face.
<The Manipulator> **"It's uh, the way they get inside of your mind, I guess. It's different than just sticking you in detention."**
Batgirl nods, grinning a wry grin.
<Batgirl> "Ah, yes, I think I know EXACTLY what you mean..."
* Batgirl pats the girl on the shoulder, thanking her warmly for her time.
<The Manipulator> **Fugazi interjects. "We use a process called ‘guided centering. It is a psychological process with an educational emphasis.**
* Batgirl jots notes, nodding as Fugazi talks.
* Batgirl scans the campus behind Fugazi as she speaks...looking for any sign of...
<The Manipulator> **"The young lady you talked to, Joanie, is one of the 500 girls here who were drug dealers, whores, thieves…"**
<Batgirl> "And you believe your process completely reforms these girls…transforms, shall we say?""
<The Manipulator> **"Now she is on her way to becoming a productive member of society, when she finishes our year-long program, she won't be the same girl who first came to us. Parents see their daughters just after the first month and can't believe they are the same girls that came in here."
* Batgirl starts to notice a stale flatness in the girls' demeanor...a sense of ennui pervading the campus.
<The Manipulator> **A mild-mannered looking man in a tweed blazer with suede elbow patches, black turtleneck, and Lennon specs happens upon the group.**
<The Manipulator> "Miss Pritchard, I presume," the man says, smiling warmly.
* Batgirl turns sharply, startled from her thoughts by the male voice.
<The Manipulator> "I am Gerald Ersatz…founder of the Manipshire Institute."
* Batgirl extends her hand. "Yvonne Pritchard."
<The Manipulator> "A pleasure. I'll take the tour from here, Ms. Fugazi. Shall we make our way to the cafeteria?"
* Batgirl nods, her full red lips curling into a grin, her eyes fixed on yours, gaze unwavering as you speak.
<The Manipulator> "…You can further watch our girls in our little community here, and I must say the food is rather tasty."
* Batgirl laughs softly.
<Batgirl> "That in itself is an accomplishment!"
* The Manipulator walks you into the dining hall and smiles. Girls are quietly milling about, eating their lunches, getting trays.
<The Manipulator> **The girls are in good spirits it seems.**
* The Manipulator **Ersatz leads you through the line, and takes you to a table in the middle of the cafeteria to sit down..**
<The Manipulator> "So, Miss, um...Pritchard, is it?"
* Batgirl smiles, scanning the room, feeling a bit of unease.
* Batgirl sits, legs off to the side of the chair, crossing them high on the thigh
* Batgirl nods.
<The Manipulator> **The girl you met earlier, Joanie, walks by cradling her books in one arm, tray in the other.**
* Batgirl leans forward a bit, for the salt, her blouse button straining under the weight of her breasts
* Batgirl nods to the girl, smiling.
* The Manipulator **Ersatz shifts in his chair, trying not to look down your shirt.**
<The Manipulator> **Joanie doesn't see you, bumps into your arm, and her tray and books scatter all over the floor.**
* Batgirl jumps up immediately to help the girl, picking up the books for her.
<The Manipulator> **Oh! I’m so sorry!" the girl says. Mr. Ersatz gets up and reassures her. "That's alright, Joanie. Accidents happen."
<The Manipulator> **In the disheveled papers, there is one piece of notebook paper that has "help me" scrawled in the margin in blue ink.**
* Batgirl pulls the papers into a pile, neatens the stack, and hands it back to the girl, slipping it into the girl’s binder for her.
* Batgirl puts her hands on the girl's shoulder and says, "Thank you again, Joanie, for your help earlier today."
<The Manipulator> **Joanie looks at you and for one split second, there is helpless terror in her big blue eyes.**
<The Manipulator> **"You're welcome, Miss." Joanie goes about her business.**
<The Manipulator> **"So," Mr. Ersatz says, grinning. "What brings you to our little project?"**
<Batgirl> says abruptly, "Mr. Ersatz, is there somewhere private for me to make a phone call? I've a deadline at ..."
* Batgirl looks at her watch
<Batgirl> "My gosh! I HAD a deadline at noon!"
<The Manipulator> **"Oh dear!"**
<Batgirl> "If I could just use a phone for five minutes, I'm sure I could take care of the matter."
<The Manipulator> **"There is a payphone at the front gate. Let me escort you."**
* Batgirl thinks quickly.
<Batgirl> "I'm sorry!"
* Batgirl chuckles at herself.
<Batgirl> "I HAVE the phone. I'm just so flustered!"
<Batgirl> "I just need a quiet place from which to call?"
<The Manipulator> **Mr. Ersatz raises an eyebrow.**
* Batgirl looks at you, full lips parting.
<The Manipulator> **"Certainly, ummm...there is a courtyard between here and the gymnasium, is that discreet enough for you?**
* Batgirl scratches her head.
<Batgirl> "Well, I hate to be a bit of a pain, but...I need to take and give notes..."
<The Manipulator> "Oh, not at all!"
* Batgirl moves a hair closer to Ersatz.
<The Manipulator> **There's the library, directly across from here. There are numerous study rooms." Ersatz notices you leaning closer.**
* Batgirl 's perfume fills the air. "Yes! That would be wonderful!"
<The Manipulator> **"Shall I escort you?"**
<Batgirl> "No, no need...I'll be fine..."
<The Manipulator> **"Okay, as you wish. I'll meet you in front of the library in 30 minutes?"**
<Batgirl> "Perfect."
* Batgirl leans in even closer, as if to give a kiss, then pulls away suddenly and quickly makes her way to the library.
* The Manipulator watches your tight ass sashay out of the room.

* Batgirl , once alone, slips down to the basement level of the library through a door marked "library personnel only."
* Batgirl looks around, remembering her college days, the campus reminding her of...
<Batgirl> "Yes!"
* Batgirl enters the school's steam tunnel system, changing quickly, leaving the briefcase behind in the darkness.
* Batgirl makes her way through the tunnels, using her flashlight to find the door marked "Main Building."
<Batgirl> "Here goes nothing."
* Batgirl taps the door as she slowly turns the handle, unsure of what's on the other side.
* Batgirl enters and old stone cellar, damp, musty, with a pair of wooden stairs leading up.
<Batgirl> **crreeeeak**
* Batgirl stops dead.
* Batgirl listens.
<The Manipulator> **silence**
* Batgirl presses her foot against the next step.
<Batgirl> *creeeeeeeeaaaaak*
* Batgirl grits her teeth.
* Batgirl closes her eyes, and pulls herself up, all but laying on the railing.
* Batgirl wraps her fingers around the doorknob, ear to the door.
* Batgirl turns the knob slowly...
<Batgirl> **click!**
* Batgirl> hears hushed conversation between what sounds like Ms. Fugazi and someone else, then muffled grunts, then what seems like an elevator door slide open then shut.
* Batgirl winces, hoping the elevator masked the click.
* Batgirl hears the lift moving.
* Batgirl presses the door open an inch and peers through the crack, holding her breath
* Batgirl emerges into a storeroom full of office supplies. Between the racks is a shiny silver elevator with a code passkey slot.
* Batgirl breathes a sigh of relief, then hears someone turn the knob on the door across from her, coming from the offices.
* Batgirl steps quickly behind a rack of office supplies, keeping low.
* Batgirl sees, dressed in a professional pantsuit, but still it is unmistakably...FACADE!!!*
<The Manipulator> **Facade pulls out a code key, looking stern, and heads for the elevator door.**
* Batgirl shakes her head, stifling the urge to mumble.
* Batgirl steps quietly up behind Facade, waiting until the elevator door opens.
<The Manipulator> **The door slides open and Facade pauses, turns her head.**
* Batgirl quickly wraps her hand around Facade's mouth and drags her into the elevator.
<The Manipulator> **"MMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!"**
* Batgirl snarls into Facade's ear, "Did you miss me?"
<The Manipulator> **Facade elbows you in the ribs.**
<The Manipulator> **"MPMMPTHHHHH"**
* Batgirl tightens her grip around Facade’s face, lifting her by the mouth.
<The Manipulator> **Facade bites the hand pressing against her lips.**
<Batgirl> "ARRRRRGGGGHHH!"
<The Manipulator> **Facade elbows you in the ribs again.**
* Batgirl charges Facade, slamming her against the wall.
<The Manipulator> **"OOOF!" Bitch!**
<Batgirl> "You have NOOOOOO idea..."
<The Manipulator> **Facade jabs you in the sternum.**
<Batgirl> **OOOOOOf!!!!**
* Batgirl grabs a handful of Facade's hair.
<The Manipulator> **"No, it is you who has no idea..."**
<The Manipulator> **"AIGGGHHH!!!!"**
* Batgirl yanks hard, slamming Facade to the floor.
* Batgirl presses her knee into Facade's back.
<The Manipulator> **Facade gasps in pain.**
* Batgirl pulls back on Facade's head as her arms flail.
<Batgirl> "What floor are we going to?"
<The Manipulator> **Facade pants. "You'll see, bitch."**
* Batgirl wraps her arm under Facade's and through, pulling her into a standing position, holding Facade in front of her body.
* Batgirl stands, facing the elevator doors, waiting for them to open.
<The Manipulator> **Facade sneers.**
<The Manipulator> **The doors slide open, to a long corridor, with steel doors lining the sides. Each door has a small window. Cries of teenage feminine agony and fury echo.**
* Batgirl "Going...OUT!"
* Batgirl kicks Facade out of the elevator as the door closes.
* Batgirl looks up and opens the elevator escape hatch.
* Batgirl hugs the top of the elevator as it jolts, moving slowly down.
* Batgirl waits for the elevator to pass the next level, hanging to the ropes, stepping over the narrow ledge at the doors.
* Batgirl looks down, feeling a bit dizzy
* Batgirl clutches at the split in the doors, gritting her teeth and pulling hard. Finally the doors begin to give way.
* Batgirl looks down to see the elevator rising below her.
<Batgirl> "Damn!"
* Batgirl struggles with the doors, the elevator inching closer, her body tumbling out the doors seconds before the elevator slides by.
*Batgirl lands at the feet of Ms. Fugazi, who has Joanie, upper torso cinched with leather straps.
<The Manipulator> **A black leather strap is wrapped tightly around Joanie’s mouth. Fugazi looks in horror, just holding the syringe at Joanie's neck, transfixed by the sudden entrance.**
* Batgirl whips her foot up at Fugazi's hand, sending the syringe flying.
<Batgirl> "Let her go!!!"
*Batgirl finds she’s in a dimly lit corridor. A nearby sign with an arrow pointing down it says "severe behavior modification."
* Batgirl slams a fist into Fugazi's face.
* Batgirl looks at Joanie.
<The Manipulator> **Fugazi slumps to the floor, unconscious.**
<Batgirl> "If at first you don't succeed, punch 'em in the face."
* Batgirl winks.
<The Manipulator> **Joanie looks at you, panting for breath in relief. She smiles under the muzzle.**
* Batgirl unstraps Joanie quickly, watching the empty halls for company.
* Batgirl grabs Joanie by the shoulders.
<Batgirl> "What's going on here?"
<The Manipulator> **"Oh god! Am I glad to see you!"**
* Batgirl pulls Joanie into a stairwell.
<The Manipulator> **"This ain't no reform school, Batgirl!"**
<Batgirl> "I somehow suspected that. And I know who's behind it."
<The Manipulator> **"Mr. Ersatz…How'd that reporter get you here so fast?"**
<Batgirl> "Are there others like you...who are...less reformed?"
* Batgirl smiles.
<The Manipulator> **"Yes! We all start here...next floor up. Mr. Ersatz meets us one by one…plugs our mouths...blindfolds us...plugs our ears and ties us up."**
<Batgirl> "I'm sure that's such a task for him, too."
<The Manipulator> **"This place hasn't been open that long...*sobs*…Nobody's gone the whole way thru yet."**
* Batgirl growls.
<The Manipulator> **"After he ties us up, we see shit...weird shit...scary shit."**
<Batgirl> "I knew it. He's here. He's Ersatz."
<The Manipulator> **"I just got out of The Hall, we call it. Oh man."**
* Batgirl thinks quickly.
<Batgirl> "Joanie, can you go back and pretend for me? I need them to think nothing is unusual here for now."
<The Manipulator> **"Sure. What can I do, Batgirl?"**
* Batgirl uses her batrope to tie Fugazi securely, then drags Fugazi to a locking storage cabinet.
<The Manipulator> **Fugazi starts to stir, mumbling.**
<Batgirl> "Just go back and act as if your ‘treatment’ worked."
* Batgirl works as she talks.
* Batgirl looks around for something.
<The Manipulator> **"Sure," Joanie says.
* Batgirl tears off a pocket from Fugazi's labcoat and stuffs it into her mouth.
<The Manipulator> **Fugazi's eyes flutter open. "Huh? whaMMMMMMPPPPHHH!!!"**
* Batgirl grabs at a sleeve of the labcoat.
<Batgirl> **RIIIPPPPPPP!!!!**
<The Manipulator> **Fugazi looks up at you, just realizing she's tied up.**
* Batgirl presses it hard between Fugazi's teeth and knots it tightly behind her hair.
<The Manipulator> **"MPPPPPPGGGGGHHHHH!!"**
* Batgirl shuts the door and locks the cabinet.
<Batgirl> "Joanie, go...do whatever is normal for you after your treatment, got it? Not a word!"
<The Manipulator> **"You want me to get help, Batgirl?"**
<Batgirl> "No. Nobody. Not yet."
<The Manipulator> **Joanie nods, presses the button, and heads up the elevator.**
* Batgirl heads up the stairwell one floor. Stays to the side of the door at the next floor, peering through the glass to make sure its clear before she steps out into the hallway.
*Batgirl is alone in the corridor. Arrows point SEVERE BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION to the right.…RUMPUS ROOM AND WET BAR to the left. Screams echo from the direction of severe behavior modification.
* Batgirl looks above her, fingers curling around a large grate.
* Batgirl hoists her self up into the ceiling, pulling the grate closed behind her.
<The Manipulator> **The screams stop.**
*Batgirl hears a familiar voice talking in normal tones, but angry.
* Batgirl follows the shrill echoes, stopping over the room of their origin.
* Batgirl kneels, motionless, barely breathing
* Batgirl watches through the grate
<The Manipulator> **Whoever the male voice was, is gone. All that is seen is Faux, pacing as though she has something on her mind.**
<The Manipulator> **"Should've let me finish her off," Faux mutters.
* Batgirl feels the grate rattle, dropping suddenly to the floor.
<Batgirl> "DAMMIT!"
* Batgirl springs to her feet, facing Faux.
<The Manipulator> **Faux jumps out of the way. "Shit! you!"**
<Batgirl> "Uh...take me to your leader?"
* Batgirl grins.
<The Manipulator> **Faux circles you in the ready position, waiting for you to strike. "Ha! Looks like you came to him. You'll get to see our little program at work."**
<Batgirl> "Must we go through this time and time again? I hit you. You hit me. You hurt I hurt. I win."
<The Manipulator> **"NO!" a voice from the shadows behind her says. A young, female voice...**
<Batgirl> "Let's just cut to the part where you show me where he is, okay?"
* Batgirl turns, quickly.
<The Manipulator> **"Go to the chamber. Daddy said so," the young voice says to Faux. "She's mine."**
* Batgirl bristles at the word "daddy."
* Batgirl walks closer to the girl, speaking in soothing tones.
<Batgirl> "If you'll just...let me help you..."
<The Manipulator> **Faux mutters under her breath, then sneers at you and leaves.**
*Batgirl sees from the shadows a familiar pair of black leather boots and the tight leather of a black catsuit. Up, past the ample, leathercoated bosom, is a young face, a familiar face, the Manipulator's schoolgirl hostage from the last encounter. Her chestnut brown hair is pulled tightly back in a ponytail.
* Batgirl 's eyes widen. "NO!"
<The Manipulator> **The girl says "Daddy told me to warm you up for his cock."**
* Batgirl 's faces twists into a pained expression as the girl relays her orders.
* Batgirl walks closer to the girl, offering her hand.
<The Manipulator> **"You can call me VENEER(tm)."**
<Batgirl> "I can help you."
<The Manipulator> **Veneer gets into the martial arts position. "Daddy said you'd try to talk your way out of it. Daddy says you’re very smart.**
<Batgirl> "Oh, is that what ‘daddy’ says?"
<The Manipulator> **Veneer circles you, watching you like a tiger eyeing it's prey.**
<The Manipulator> **"I love my daddy, and I’m going to bring you to him."**
<Batgirl> "Your daddy is a sick man."
<The Manipulator> **"Daddy said I can ask you once to come with me willingly…"**
* Batgirl maintains her nonthreatening pose
<The Manipulator> **If you don't, I have to make you hurt.**
<Batgirl> "Daddy..."
* Batgirl turns her back to the girl, watching from the corner of her eye.
<The Manipulator> **"Will you come with me, or do I have to hurt you...?"**
<Batgirl> "…can go to hell."
<The Manipulator> **"Daddy said you'd act this way."**
* Batgirl whips around, sweeping her legs behind Veneer's, dropping her to the floor.
<The Manipulator> **Veneer quickly springs back up, somersaults back into the ready position and circles you some more. "I have to hurt you now."**
<Batgirl> "Sprightly lil thing, aren't you?"
<The Manipulator> **Veneer spinkicks you in the chin with blinding speed, then chops you in the throat.**
<Batgirl> "ARRRRRRGGGGHHH!"
* Batgirl gives Veneer a flying kick to the chest.
<The Manipulator> **"Aarrggh!"**
<Batgirl> "Sorry, hun. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."
<The Manipulator> **Veneer kicks you in the face.**
* Batgirl catches Veneer's foot, holding it still.
* Batgirl twists her foot up at the ankle.
<The Manipulator> **Veneer rabbit kicks in the side of the head you with her free leg.**
* Batgirl drops the ankle, trying to shake the kick off.
* Batgirl feels a bit of blood at her temple.
<Batgirl> "Daddy needs to teach you some manners."
<The Manipulator> **Veneer recoils and pulls a plastic pouch out of a hidden pocket on her suit, pulls out a pair of black gloves and puts them on. A sweet smell emanates from them...familiar...**
* Batgirl whips the batrope into the air, landing it around Veneers shoulders in a perfect circle, pulling her to the floor.
<The Manipulator> **Veneer slams her foot into your left knee.**
* Batgirl crumples to the floor.
<Batgirl> "Uuuuuggggghhhh!"
<The Manipulator> **Veneer sheds the lasso and clenches her blackgloved hands into fists.**
<The Manipulator> **As she punches you in the mouth, a sweet, narcotic odor emanates from the gloves.**
* Batgirl reels from the punch, brain feeling fuzzy.
* Batgirl charges Veneer.
<The Manipulator> **Veneer throws her hands up into your face, over your mouth.**
* Batgirl pulls backward, staggering to move away from the hands as best she can.
<The Manipulator> **Veneer jumps on you, wrapping her young legs around your waist, pressing her hands into your face.**
* Batgirl struggles to catch her breath, her lungs filling with the chemical soaked air.
* Batgirl drops to her knees.
<The Manipulator> **Veneer grabs the back of your head with one hand and holds the other leatherclad glove over your mouth, right under your nostrils.**
* Batgirl 's body sways to and fro at the waist.
<The Manipulator> **"Daddy will be so happy."**
<Batgirl> "mmmmpphhhh...mmpph..mm........"
<The Manipulator> **Veneer smiles, watching you breathe and grunt.**
* Batgirl grabs at Veneers arms weakly.
<The Manipulator> **"Daddy's cock's been hard all day, ever since he found out you were here."**
* Batgirl slumps to the floor.
<The Manipulator> **Veneer leans you onto your back, pressing all her weight against your mouth. Some loose strands of her hair tickle your cheek.**
* Batgirl 's lips move under the gloved hand as she drifts into unconsciousness.

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