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Batgirl Bound And Gagged
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Batgirl gagged Published: Dec 5, 2015
Barbara Gordon (aka Batgirl) gagged in Batman #511 (DC Comics).
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Barbara looks amazing tightly tied to a chair with her pretty legs showing in a warehouse with a nice tape gag over her mouth.

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Batgirl Bound, Gagged and Stripped Published: Mar 3, 2021
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The Perils of Batgirl By: The Weatherman ( an213074@anon.penet.fi )
Batgirl is a registered trademark of DC Comic, Inc. but they are in no way
linked to this project. Nor is it my intension to defame the character of
Batgirl.
I was/am a big fan of the Batgirl character. I would have loved it if they had
made Batgirl only shows. This story is just a logical evolution of that Idea.
It contains a bunch of bondage, fetishism, lesbianism, melodrama, and other
elements necessary to tell this kind of story. If you are going to be offended
by this... For heaven's sake, DON'T READ IT.
As always your comments and suggestion are always appreciated.
Evening: All is quiet on the streets of Gotham City, as another fine day draws
to an end. But what's this?! Nora Clavicle and her fiendish cohorts... plotting
yet again, to undermine authority in Gotham City?
Swearing revenge on Batgirl for ending their most recent reign of terror and
mayhem? Panic in the streets! Holy Fetishism!
Hold on to your hats! The best is yet to come!!......
** **** ** The Perils of Batgirl ** **** **
Barbara Gordon walked in the front door of her large ground floor apartment in
the Center City. It was an upscale apartment in a particularly quiet part of
town. Plush but not assuming.
She walked to the icebox and pulled out some iced tea; After a long day at the
Gotham City Library, she needed something cool and refreshing. As she leaned
back against the counter and sipped her tea, her thoughts went back to her date
with Bruce Wayne the night before.
She had worn her sexiest dress and pumps, and he hadn't even kissed her.
He certainly was strange. -Or maybe just shy. Hell, who was she calling strange?
At least Bruce didn't dress up in some outrageous, overtly sexual outfit and
fight master criminals in HIS spare time.
She finished her iced tea and went to the living room. As usual, Charlie
squawked his happy greeting; Glad to see her home safe again.
She gently picked up the bird cage and carried with her into the bedroom.
'It's a good thing you can't talk.' she said, putting a little bird seed in his
feeder.
She blew the bird a kiss and walked over to the closet. She reached behind her
and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor.
'Batman would be putty in my hands if he were to see me in this bodystocking.'
she said aloud, her hands sliding down the soft silky material.
She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. She had bought the black
bodystocking on her recent trip to Paris. It was made from the softest 10 denier
nylon and was sheer, except for two thin, black spandex strips that started at
her shoulders and plunged down across her breasts, meeting in a V at her crotch.
Barbara loved bodystockings. The material clung to her every form, accenuating
each of features. The outline of her body was a deep midnight black.; The rest a
soft, sexual chocolate. It made her feel like a cat on the prowl.; Lascivious,
wonton.
'The Catwoman can't hold a candle to me.' she thought as her hands slipped over
the silky material incasing her body. It felt so good that she began to caress
her body, one hand cupping her ample breast, while the other wandering further
south.
She mind drifted to her last encounter with Catwoman; She wanted to see it
again. She walked over to the dresser and opened it. Inside was a video tape.
She walked to the VCR and put the tape in, turning on the TV in the process.
Catwoman had set up a video camera and taped their last encounter. After she was
saved, Barbara had taken the tape.
Secretly, she enjoyed watching it. It excited her.
Barbara sat down on the bed and started the tape. There they were.
Catwoman and her sex kittens, carrying the struggling form of Batgirl across the
room. Barbara watched as they lifted her onto the X-frame rack and tied her
down. Then, Catwoman ushered her kittens away leaving them alone. Then, she
gagged her and slowly tightened the rack, until Batgirl's body was stretched to
its maximum.
Barbara WAS getting excited. She remembered it all. Once helpless, Catwoman had
taken extreme satifaction in tormented her with both pain and pleasure, in only
ways The Catwoman knew how. She had kept her in a constant state of arousal and
distress for hours. Teasing her to the very brink of orgasm; But never allowing
her release.
Eventually, Catwoman decided that she had played with Batgirl long enough and
walked to the wall and pulled a switch. It activated a bladed, pendulum based,
torture device, right out of the pages of Edgar Allen Poe.
Catwoman, then spared no expense in describing her fate in infinite detail,
before kissing her and then leaving her to die.
Completely helpless, Babara remembered watching in horror for over thirty
minutes, as the razor sharp blade swung effortlessly back and forth; Lowering a
fraction of an inch with each successive pass. It was only an inch away when
Batman burst in the door. By the time he got to the machine and turned it off,
it was only millimeters away. She had to hold her breath while her raised the
razor sharp blade away from her body. It had been that close.
Batman had then taken the gag out of her mouth and kissed her.
The thought made Barbara quiver at the knees. One of her hands moved to caressed
her breasts while the other moved between her thighs, exploring her soft pussy.
Watching the tape had made her very wet. A wicked smile erupted as an idea came
to her.
She got up off the bed, walked over to a chest that was sitting against one of
the walls and opened it. Inside, neatly arranged, was some very "kinky"
lingerie, made of latex, stretch patent, and leather. As well as a vast
multitude of bondage paraphernalia, from which she selected a pair of handcuffs,
some rope, a remote controlled vibrator and a red ball gag.
She walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, laying the items down next
to her. She took off her stiletto heeled shoes and swung her feet up on the bed.
'Charlie you won't tell anyone about this will you?' She giggled.
She laid down and inserted the vibrator in her vagina. It wasn't very difficult
because she was still wet. The thought of bondage always excited her; Well,
nearly always. The Siamese Human Knot that Nora Clavicle had tied her in, was
certainly unpleasant, but that wasn't exactly bondage either. She was very glad
that Nora was in prison where she belonged.
Barbara sat up and picked up the white nylon rope. Then, she proceeded to
expertly coil it around her slender ankles. Barbara liked this particular nylon
rope, because it was soft and rarely left lasting marks on her skin. She
carefully wound the rope around her ankles, taking up the slack, but being
careful not to pinch her skin. Then she fed the rope between her ankles, cinched
it and then tied it off.
'Ooo... that feel so good', she said as slid her hands up the outside of her
legs.
'Nice and tight' she remarked, moving her stocking feet back and forth, testing
her rope work.
Satisfied, she grabbed another length of rope and tied her legs together just
above the knees. Experimentally she tested the bonds about her legs, rubbing her
knees and thighs together.
Then she swung her legs off the bed and stood up.
She picked up another piece of rope, doubled it and coiled it around her waist a
couple of times. Then she fed the ends through the loop and tightening it. She
moved the loop behind her back, pulled the free ends between her legs and up and
over her waist rope in front. Then she slowly pulled down on the rope,
tightening it against her crotch.
She tightened the rope until it was deep inside of her, then tied it off.
Next she took the red ballgag and put it up to her mouth. She opened her lips
and worked the large orb past her teeth, deep into her mouth.
She moaned quietly, fantasizing about Batman taking control of her. She buckled
the strap behind her head and tested the gag, attempting to push it out of her
mouth with her tongue. If was quite effective. She picked up the remote control
and cupped it in her right hand. Now for the moment of truth: The handcuffs:
Black metal, cold, unyielding.
She locked one cuff around her wrist and pulled her hand behind her back. Then,
she fed the free cuff behind her crotch rope, put her hand in the cuff and
paused. The key lay on the chest of drawers across the room. Once she put the
cuff on she would have a tough time undoing them.
Click...a tinge of exciting raced through her body. Click, Click, Click... and
she was bound. She struggled experimentally and found that she was truly
helpless. Her thumb caressed the button on the remote control teasingly, before
finally turning it on. She winced, as the vibrator came to life inside of her.
She fell to her side, struggling and enjoying her captivity. She concentrated on
her bondage, pointing her toes and attempting to pull her stocking feet from the
soft but effective ropes around her ankles. She could hear the nylon of her
bodystocking rustling, as she moved her legs back and forth, attempting loosen
the cunningly secure ropes around her knees. Every time she would try to pull
her hands from the handcuffs, they would pull the crotchrope, drawing it even
deeper inside of her. Her mind took over...
'What's going on here?' Batman said, a broad smile beaming on his face as he
stepped into her bedroom.
Barbara, horrified began to struggle wildly, but to no avail. She had tied
herself too well. She was HIS prisoner now. Batman came over and sat down on the
bed. He began at her bound stocking feet. He slowly kissed and licked her toes
and arches, slowly moving up and over her neat rope work, to her calves and
knees. Then he moved up her thighs to her stomach. She could feel Batman's soft
exploring hands on her body, touching, teasing...tormenting. The warm touch of
his mouth on her breast. She could feel the pull of the crotch rope and he
playfully pulled it with his teeth. Oh...his expert tongue! She orgasmed,
causing her pull up on the handcuffs, which in turned tightened the crotch rope,
putting even more pressure on her clitoris -causing another orgasm. It raced
through her body like a freight train, all the muscles in her bound body
contracting, until finally, it was over. She collapsed, panting. A small bead of
saliva formed at the edge of her mouth and dribbled down the side of her cheek.
She could feel her heart beating fast and furious, her breathing still heavy and
a ringing in her ears.
Stunned, she squirmed to the side of the bed and managed to stand up.
The phone rang again. She hopped across the room to the dresser and pulled the
key to the floor with her cheek. Then, she reached down and picked it up. She
quickly and expertly unlocked the cuffs, unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it
from her mouth. Then she hopped back to the bed and picked up the phone
'Barbara...Barbara is that you?' (It was Chief O'Hara)
'Y...Y..Yes Chief, ...how are you doing.'
'You seem out of breath, are you O.K.?'
'Just exercising. What's up?' she said catching her breath.' She had known Chief
O'Hara since she was born. But rarely did he call her at home.
'I'm trying to find your father. You wouldn't know where to find him would you?'
'No, It's just...I just got a strange package delivered here. It's addressed to
Batgirl.'
'Batgirl?' Barbara said, her ears perking up.
'Yes. I've been looking for the Commissioner, but he's not around. I even called
Batman on the Batphone, but he's out of town checking out that lead on that bank
security woman's disappearance.'
'Well sorry. I haven't seen him. But I'll tell him you want to talk to him, if
he calls.'
'Thank you. Have a good night.' He said and hung up.
Batgirl quickly removed the ropes and hastily put everything back in the chest.
'I would loved to have played some more but I don't have the time...maybe
later.' She went into the bathroom and freshened up. Then she walked to the
makeup table and reached beneath it. The entire makeup table and mirror swiveled
90 degrees, revealing a secret room.
On the other side of the mirror was a purple outfit, wig, and shoes neatly
arranged.
'Here we go again.' Batgirl said to herself, as she removed one outfit to don
another. This new outfit however, was altogether different.
Where her bodystocking was demure and elegant, this one was downright sexual. It
was a purple teddy made of a patent material blended with latex. It was long
sleeved, high collared, and it was cut high to show off her fabulous legs. It
had taken hers weeks to find the fabric and another month to make the outfit. It
fit like a second skin.
Before she put the teddy on, she took a pair out black pantyhose and slid them
on. They were jet black and were sheer all the way to her waist. Then she
stepped into the form fitting teddy and wiggled her way into it. Inhaling, she
slowly zipped it up the back, all the way up to the nape of her neck. The teddy
was so tight that it showed every detail in her ample body, yet it was stretchy
enough to allow her free movement.
She had recently forgone the cape because it was always getting in the way.
Next was the wig. It was a a shoulder length wig in dazzling red and because it
was made entirely of human hair, it was very soft to the touch.
She adjusted the wig into place and then brushed it. Then she took the cowl and
carefully put it on.
Batgirl sat down in front of the mirror, and decided to wear shoes instead of
boots. Specially ordered from Europe, purple patent leather pumps with five inch
heels. They made her over six feet tall. She slid her stocking feet into them
and then slowly stood up, looking appreciatively at her reflection in the
mirror. She slid her hands down the outline of her body, admiring the incredible
tightness of her costume. Then she put on her utility belt, spread her legs
slightly and put her hands on her hips.
'I AM the sexiest woman in crime!' she said aloud, before leaving;
The secret panel sliding soundlessly into place behind her.
Meanwhile, across town in the "Dress for Duress" fetish wear factory on Latex
Lane, Nora Clavicle was getting dressed for what she hoped would be a
stimulating evening. She was in good spirits.
Opera, her lovely assistant, would have delivered Batgirl's package to police
headquarters by now. Soon, everything would fall into place. She would be rich,
the arrogant bureaucrats of Gotham would be hurting and maybe, if she was lucky,
Batgirl would interfere.
'Revenge will be sweet, my little Bat-nymph.' She said to herself as she slowly
pulled a black stocking up her long smooth leg. There was a knock and Vinyl
entered the boudoir.
It had been over two years since Nora has dicovered Vinyl "waiting tables" at a
seedy strip joint, in Gotham's red light district. Nora had been attracted to
the ravishing, auburn haired beauty from the minute she had laid eyes on her.
But what really impressed her was how well she took care of herself; Later in
the evening, Nora watched Vinyl grab an overly zealous "customer's" testicles
and twist him into submission.
Vinyl had always had a particularly kinky edge to her, but with the help of Nora
incomparable teachings, she had blossomed into full fledged fiendom.
She was dressed in a black PVC catsuit, with matching gloves, and five inch,
stiletto heeled ankle boots. Around her slim waist hung a loose chain belt that
glimmered in the soft light.
'Is everything on schedule?' Nora asked.
The captive was Mary Weston, the Manager of Security at the Gotham Federal Bank.
Nora had kidnapped her as part of her master plan.
I slipped her into something....uncomfortable, but not deadly.' Vinyl said, her
eyes narrowing slightly, as she smiled.
'Purrrfect. I'll check on her later. She's an important piece in our little
puzzle, we don't want to kill her... just yet. Come here.'
Vinyl walked over to Nora and stopped in front of her. Nora stood up and slowly
inched forward, until she was very close. Then, she bent in and kissed Vinyl
softly on the lips. She drew away slowly, letting the mood linger.
'You're such a good employee.' she said, her hand moving between Vinyl's legs.
'Maybe later, when this is all over, we can play.'
'Oh, I'd like that...ohhhhh.' Vinyl responded, closing her eyes.
'I bet you would.' Nora said, slowly removing her hand. 'Now, however, it is
time for business. Let me finishing getting ready and then we will go and meet
Opera at the Bank; There's an easy twenty million dollars just waiting for us.'
'What about Batman? Won't he be bound to show up?'
'Batman's on a wild goose chase...' interjected Nora, '...with that blundering
red breast, chasing after some very carefully placed herrings.'
'But why did you lure him out of town. I thought you built all those elaborate-'
'No. Those delicious toys are for Batgirl. Especially my newest invention.'
'Yes... you should know how she's going to feel. You helped me test it after
all.'
'How could I forget. It scared the hell out of me. -And I knew you weren't going
to let me die. I can't wait to see Batgirl struggling...ooo...the thought is
making me wet already.'
'Yes...Batgirl our plaything; The thought is downright fiendish, isn't it? And
with Batman and Robin out of town, we can take our time with her.
How.....Stimulating.'
Batgirl climbed off the Batgirl cycle and climbed the stairs of Police
Headquarters. As usual all the heads turned in her direction.
'Same body, different packaging, and I am just a librarian.' Batgirl mused to
herself, enjoying the sexual power that the outfit provided her.
She made her way to the Commissioner's Office and opened the door.
Chief O'hara turned around, shocked to see her.
'I understand that there is a package here for me.'
'A woman intuition is a powerful thing Chief.' she said, as Chief O'hara handed
her the package.
It was suprisingly light. It was wrapped in multi-colored bright paper, with a
big bow on top. It had a little paper doll in her likeness attached to the
front. She carefully examined the package, looking for any peculiar wires or
such. Finding none she asked Chief O'hara to stand back and she carefully cut
the ribbon. Nothing happened. Then she carefully lifted the top of the box off.
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