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Okay the term "NEW" is relative. I wrote this story as a break from another story that I was working on at the time. You can read my excerpt from my erotic novel, Bridgett Bonds: Grrl Trap at:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bridget ... 1554870585
This story has one of the best Batgirl taglines I ever heard or wrote at the end of the chapter....
It still makes me smile after all these years.
This is a totally NEW adventure for Batgirl. It is a little tamer than some of my earlier stories, but hey, it’s free!! Bondage, sex etc. Don’t read if you are under 18 or find sexually suggestive material offensive.
Don’t read if you are under 18 or find it offensive.
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Batgirl vs. The Joker
Chapter One- The Safest Sex of All
by S. Sneakly ([email protected])
It was another fine day in Gotham City’s bustling financial district. In the office of J. P. Mulligan, president of Gotham Trust Bank, a happy birthday ritual unfolds.
“Hello Mr. President,” A breathy voice announces. “I am here to wish you a happy birthday and many happy returns.” The leggy young woman at the door clicked it closed and turned in her high-heeled pumps towards the beaming birthday boy. With a flick of her shoulders, her plain gray trench coat tumbled to the floor, revealing a long pair of fishnet stocking rising into a swarm of colored balloons.
“My name is Bubbles, what’s yours?” She pulls a hat pin from her hair and lets the long metallic blue tresses tumble down her back. Smiling demurely, she batted her big brown eyes.
“Umm, err, Mulligan, err, JP they call me.”
“Well happy birthday to you, Mr. Mulligan,” she crooned as she pricked a balloon on her shoulder. The banker jumped slightly as the balloon exploded.
Bubbles glided behind the desk, her perfumed body stopping inches in front of the seated banker. The leggy stripper slowly closed the man’s gaping mouth so he was holding the over sized pin between his teeth.
“Pick a balloon, Birthday Boy.” She swayed her hips invitingly. The banker leaned forward, shaking with anticipation. Another balloon burst, revealing the woman’s flat muscular tummy.
“Good shot Birthday Boy!” She cooed in mock excitement. “Why don’t you go for the gold, and let the real party start!” She swayed her hip in round, hypnotic gyrations in front of the man’s face. The gold balloon over her pubis swooshed close and burst on the pin’s sharp tip. A cloud of red gas enveloped the man’s face. He slumped forward and plopped on the floor.
Bubbles immediately ran to the door and waved to a customer standing in line. He immediately gave up his place as the slipped into the office, hoping that his light burgundy tuxedo and green hair would not cause any suspicion amongst the guards milling about. Fortunately, the guards were some of Chief O’Hara’s finest trying to supplement their income off duty.
“Hoo hoo! Good work Laurel! Those dynamic dildos won’t ever be able solve this one! J. P. Mulligan will never tell a soul how this clownish caper was committed. Now let’s skedaddle before he wakes up.” The Joker and Bubbles made quick work of the folders sitting on the banker’s desk.
*****
“The Bat-spectrometer should be able to tell us the exact molecular make up these strands of brown fabric I pulled from the suit of Mr. Mulligan.” Batman was in full flourish as he waved the tweezers containing the minute brown fibers.
“Saints preserve us Batman! I would have thought that those were just brown carpet fibers from when Mr. Mulligan fell down.” Chief O’Hara cooed in his usual stupefied adulation of Batman. The caped crusader tried to explain the theoretical workings of a gas spectrometer to the police chief.
“No, Chief O’Hara, to the untrained eye they may look like brown carpet fibers, but I suspect that they are in fact part of the disguise that our perpetrator was wearing during the robbery.” Batman was about to wax poetic about how the regular mortal police and everyone else were so fucking dumb when they stood in the shadow of his eminence.
Barbara was ready to barf. Instead she moved slowly away. She could stomach Batman only in small doses. She had already figured out that Batman had no solid understanding of how a gas spectrometer worked either. She knew enough about them to say that Batman was about incinerate more evidence in his hunt for useless data. Fortunately, she thought O’Hara was right. It probably was just some carpet fibers that Batman was about to vaporize in the Batcave.
Robin was sleeping one off in the drunk tank (a cell quietly set aside and renamed ‘the Bat-tank,’ which was not to be confused with the Bat-APC rusting in the police motor pool. This had caused some problems early on when a request to have the Bat-tank readied went out.) Barbara guessed that Batman must have money somewhere in this bank to get him to break off his usual round of public speaking and honorariums to be here.
Barbara looked around at the office. It was the usual stuffy oak paneled bank setting that typified the movers and shakers of Gotham business. She did notice a scrap of gold something on the floor. When she was sure no one was looking, she quietly reached down and palmed it. She thought it might be a real clue and was in no hurry to have Batman incinerate it in his latest toy. It was a small shred from a gold latex balloon. She quickly stored it in a small container on her utility belt.
She looked around the office one last time. The cluster of police and reporters that always followed Batman around a crime scene had surely contaminated any other evidence or obliterated any remaining fingerprints.
In her sleek Batgirl costume Barbara sauntered out to the bank’s main floor. The press never really bothered her with questions. They usually would snap a couple of quick pics for the gossip or society pages and leave her alone. Black hip-hugger pants, yellow utility belt and a sporty purple jog bra emblazoned with the bat-logo was all that the pleasant summer weather required. Her trim midriff was exposed and she could feel the yellow and black fabric of her cape brush the small of her back.
Without drawing attention to where she was going she moved towards one of the bank tellers idling behind her window.
“So did you see anything unusual in the bank today?” Barbara knew that both Batman and the police would spend the whole afternoon interrogating Mulligan about how he came to wake up on the floor, groggy and a half million dollars lighter in bearer bonds, bonds that had been meant for a new expansion of the Gotham Public Library.
“Well, it was JP’s birthday today.” the teller was an attractive woman in her late thirties. Barbara had picked her because she had always been a pleasant, but gossipy type when Barbara had been in to cash checks.
“What does that have to do with the robbery?” Barbara had an inkling, but did not want to interfere with the woman’s train of thought.
“Well every year some poor shmuck who owes the bank a ton of money usually sends a hooker over here on JP’s lunch hour and then the schmoe comes by later for an extension.”
“Who sent one this year?” Barbara was fascinated. This would explain the absence of details in JP’s testimony. His wife would kill him if she found out that he was getting hookers for lunch.
“I don’t know, the last couple of years it was Bruce Wayne, but the bank won’t do business with him anymore. As far as I know, there weren’t any takers this year.” She smiled sheepishly at Barbara. “At least that was what I thought until I saw that blue haired woman in the trench coat go in there around a quarter to noon.”
“Did you see any other strange characters hanging around today?” Things were getting clearer all the time. The only villainess that was in town recently was Minerva and she certainly wasn’t about to act the part of hooker. The hooker had to be working with one of the other villains populating the streets of Gotham. The question was: which one.
“There was this odd looking gentle man who was standing in line. He had green hair, a whitish complexion and a reddish tuxedo, now that you mention it.” She looked a little embarrassed that she hadn’t thought it strange at the time.
“Do you have any family on the police force?” Barbara asked with a hint of sarcasm. The woman’s face lit up.
“Yes! How did you know? My uncle is Chief O’Hara!” Barbara immediately recognized the vacuous eyes that she had so often associated with O’Hara.
“Just intuition,” Barbara smiled. There was no reason for blaming the lady for a shallow gene pool. At least she had the good sense to avoid law enforcement.
Barbara looked around the bank one last time. She knew who, and she had an idea how. Batman would stay gabbing as long the TV crews had batteries and the print reporters were interested. Eventually, they would tire of his oration and leave. That was probably a couple of hours away.
Walking out past the police cordon toward her parked Batgirl-cycle, Barbara pulled the yellow plastic vial from her utility belt. She held the plastic tube up to her nose and popped the lid.
A faint odor of sweetness breezed through her senses, chloroform, a main component of most of the most common knockout gasses. A blue haired woman who worked for the Joker had gassed J. P. Mulligan and then helped him carry off a half million dollars in barer bonds.
Chloroform would have eaten right through a regular latex balloon in a few minutes. Barbara looked at the torn remnant of rubber. There was a thin flexible coating on one side. A balloon like this needed to be specially made.
Going back to the library as Barbara Gordon, she dug through the phone book archives until she was able to find a listing for the Lucky Latex Novelty Shop. It was listed as being an industrial wholesaler of novelties and party favors that had gone under about sixth months ago. It was presently under receivership to C. Jester, attorney at law.
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It was getting dark by the time that Batgirl pulled up to the Lucky Latex Novelty Shop. Barbara parked her bike a block away behind a dumpster. She walked around the building. It was old, big and isolated. The truck entrances were locked but had been used recently. The storefront looked unused. Barbara scaled an old drainpipe to the roof.
Casing the skylights, Barbara inspected the interior of the building. There were lots of old carnival attractions and midway booths, all stored away years ago for a new carnival season that would never come. She found skylight that looked down on a large, luxuriously furnished section of the warehouse. The walls and floor were painted with psychedelic swirls and spots. The upholstery was done in day-glow green with burgundy piping. This was the right address.
Reclining on a chaise lounge was the self proclaimed clown prince of crime, The Joker. His pants were down around his knees as were his boxers, adorned with purple hearts. Straddling his torso was a slim athletic woman, her bright red hair was done up in a short Marilyn Monroe wanna-be style. She was naked except for a pair yellow and blue stockings held up with matching garters. She had a pretty face and a round bosom that had the suspicious ability to defy gravity.
Barbara thought for a moment, the Joker was clearly distracted from other duties and she had an opportunity to catch him and his new girlfriend by surprise. There didn’t seem to be any other thugs around and for the type of scheme they had been running, they didn’t need to split the take with anyone else.
It was only about ten feet to the floor from the skylight. Barbara looked down through the old glass. With her feet together she crashed down on the center pane. The glass exploded below her feet. She landed with a hop on the floor twenty feet from copulating criminal couple.
“I see you’ve got a new girlfriend, Joker!” The redhead was so surprised that she tumbled off the lounge chair and crashed onto the floor behind it.
“Hoo Hoo! Batgirl! Nice of you to drop in” The Joker was not so easily surprised. “You should have called ahead. We could’ve had a threesome! She’s quite a good fuck too, you know!” He pointed backward at the disheveled redhead, who was just climbing up from behind the dais.
“I hope you’ve been practicing safe sex.” Barbara needed to keep the banter up until she could get him subdued.
The Joker only laughed. “The safest kind there is!”
She would have had no time to react even if she had seen what was coming. The Joker slapped a red and white bulls eye on the floor with his hand. As soon as he did, a loud ‘POW’ echoed through the room. The purple circle that she was stepping across shot up, and closed her in a purple sheath of shiny latex.
“Hoo hoo, the jokes on you Bat-babe! It’s a full body condom! The safest sex of all!” He was on his feet now, jumping and clapping his white-gloved hands. “This is better than I had hoped. I was starting to worry that you were never going to catch on to such a wonderful ploy!”
Barbara was rolling around on the floor struggling in the tight confines of the latex sheath. It had closed neatly around her neck and was quickly getting tighter. It had formed a second skin over her body. Her arms were pressed to her side and she was soon unable to move them more than a few inches to either side. A warm, slimy coating on the inside of the latex let her body glide around inside the condom as she wriggled uselessly on the floor.
“You won’t get away with this Joker! You’ve already made too many mistakes. If I can find you so can others!”
“Tsck, tsk, Batgirl. I only left one piece of balloon behind. I also know the Dynamic Dickhead and the Balless Wonder are presently trying to organize a police raid on a New Guernsey carpet shop.” He kneeled down next to the struggling heroine. “I. . .” a prod from the redhead corrected him. “I mean ‘we’ have been stealing Gotham’s richest of rich blind for six months.”
“I hope you’re comfortable. It’s lubricated for your enjoyment! Haa haa!” Another kicked roused him from his gloating.
“Oh, and this fine young lady is my cohort in crime, Laurel Sulfate, the finest stripper in all of burlesque.” He waved his hand towards the naked stripper.
“You can call me Bubbles.” She gave a shallow curtsey.
“Yes, Bubbles and I have been pulling that same shtick for six months. But it was getting rather old. It was working too well I’m afraid. Oh yes, we robbed dozens offices at lunchtime and no one ever reported a thing. Well, when I heard about all those bearer bonds, how could I resist? I knew Batman might find the balloon instead of you, but he would just shove it into one of his infernal machines and burn it up.”
“How do you like the latest in my line of ‘killer’ novelty toys? I made it just for you.” He held up a drooping condom. It was only a little over a foot long, made from what looked to be a thick quarter in of solid rubber. “This is what they look like when they aren’t all stretched out. Of course the one you’re wearing had to be stretched out quite a bit to cover your petit little crime fighter body.” He gave a hoot of appreciation as he watched Barbara roll back and forth in a vain effort to pull her arms free.
“But not to worry my dear, the rubber in these condoms was specially designed to return to its original shape. Why in fifteen or twenty minutes it should have shrunk your svelte size four to a snug size one and a half.
“You won’t mind if Laurel and I hang-out and watch? Laurel was asking me if I thought we would be able to hear the bones break as you’re crushed to death.” His hideous clown smile grew even wider as he chuckled at the thought.
“He said he was sure they would” Bubbles moved over to The Joker, leaned on his back and started stroking his chest. “But, he’s always been a romantic”
The Joker leaned back and started kissing his cohort in crime. Soon the two were engaged in session of heavy petting. The thin layer of latex was quickly contracting around the young crime fighter. Her body was totally immobilized within the contracting cocoon. Barbara’s legs had already fallen asleep from the pressure and her fingers were slowly turning to pins and needles. She wanted to cry out, but the pressure on her chest reduced her to gasps and hushed grunts of desperation.
Laurel Sulfate had her hands in the open fly of the Joker’s Tuxedo pants as she maneuvered to straddle him. As soon as she was firmly mounted on the end of his shaft, The Joker lurched to a standing position. He teetered momentarily as the naked dancer wrapped her legs around his engine. He then carried her back across to the lounge chair. Her hips were rising and falling as they moved across the room. Soon the two were reclining on the small couch, rising and falling in tight embrace as they watched the masked crime fighter struggling in her the contracting condom.
IS THIS THE END OF BATGIRL??? IS SHE TRULY FUCKED THIS TIME??? WILL BUBBLES BURST ON JOKER’S WURST??? WILL THEY COME BEFORE SHE GOES???
FIND OUT NEXT MONTH,
SAME BAT-URL
SAME BAT-TIME
Batgirl vs the Joker (batgirl and Bubbles)
Great trap and start of story.
This is a totally NEW adventure for Batgirl. It is a little tamer than some of my earlier stories, but hey, it’s free!! Bondage, sex etc.
Don’t read if you are under 18 or find it offensive.
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Batgirl vs. The Joker
Chapter Two-Bubbles’ Bath
by S. Sneakly ([email protected])
While the Joker and Bubbles were noisily rutting on the small couch only a dozen feet from her death struggle, Barbara was desperately trying to formulate some means of escape from the rapidly contracting condom.
She lifted her head and looked down her body. The latex sheath had contracted around her svelte body as if it had been vacuumed wrapped. Her arms and legs were being squeezed so tight that they had gone numb.
“So this is how your going to get rid of me then? Just strangle me like you did your last moll?” Divide and conquer. If she could distract Bubbles from her fucking long enough, Barbara might get a chance to drive a wedge between them.
“Hoo hoo, Batgirl, bravo! You do tell the most delightful tales!!” Bubbles was leaning back her arms gripping the edges of the couch as the Joker pulled ruthlessly at her nipples. It looked almost as if her weight was being held up by nothing more than the areola and nipples clamped between Joker’s white gloved fingers. “But, unfortunately, you won’t be strangled. The collar on that condom can’t close enough to do that. Instead you’ll just feel all your bones break inside that sexy little shrink wrap you’re wearing”
Bubbles rolled her head to the side and opened her eyes slightly. “Did you really kill her Jokey?” She pursed her lips and wetted them as she looked at Batgirl squirming desperately on the floor.
“As a matter of fact I did, while we were fucking on a couch just like this.” He pulled hard on Bubbles’ tits, making her groan and squirm.
“Mmmm. . . I love a dangerous fuck.” Her head rolled back as she glanced at Batgirl. “I hear that you like them, too.” Bubbles turned back to Joker, she had settled smooth circular gyration on the end of psychotic’s cock.
“Ooh, tell me how you did it Jokesy.” She cooed, trying to fit his organ deeper between her legs.
“Ahhh,” Joker put his hands on her hips and guided her wiggling body forcefully onto hard-on. “Mmmm, I was on top, fucking her like a locomotive…”
“Like this?” Bubbles started bucking violently on top of the Joker.
“Ooh,yes.”
“Then what happened?” Bubbles moaned.
“I pulled out a club…”
Bubbles leaned back, stretching herself on end of Joker’s cock. The Joker groaned as it stretched inside his limber cohort.
“Like this one?” Bubbles sat back up, a small bat in her hand.
“Ahh, mine was much bigger…”
“Mmm, what did you do next?” Bubbles was panting breathlessly as she pushed on towards orgasm.
“I clubbed her when I felt her cum.” Joker was bucking and thrusting underneath Bubbles.
“Like this?” Bubbles swung the bat down at the side of Joker’s head.
THWACK!!!
“Uhhh, yueah…” was all Joker could manage. Bubbles continued to jerk and squirm on the end Joker’s fast wilting cock. She took the end of the bat and started rubbing the end of the baton against her clit.
Barbara was short of breath and exhausted. The loss of oxygen was making her vision slowly fade and the squeals of Bubble’s climax reached Barbara as if coming through a long snergly hose.
Her struggles were becoming more and more feeble. Her bones ached under the pressure of the tightening second skin. The lubricating oil had permeated her clothes and was starting to be forced out of the neck closure.
Dark spots formed over her vision and the sounds of rutting came to her as if they were coming through a long pipe.
Suddenly, Barbara felt a sudden surge of relief. Her back and arms suddenly shot free of the purple elastic. The condom had ripped along the backside. The tight fabric was spitting Barbara out the growing tear. Her feet and ankles were still wrapped by the taut latex. Her arms were flopping at her side, still asleep and tingly. Her head was pulled down to her knees by the remains of the condom.
“Blasted all! These things always rip at worst times.” Bubbles was panting hard. She was trying to decide whether to enjoy her post coital bliss on top of the unconscious Joker or risk the loss of her captive and possibly even be captured herself.
She pushed the end of the club against her clit for a few more celebratory strokes. Sighing contentedly, Bubbles lifted her body off Joker’s flaccid cock. It still quite long, even limp.
“Business before pleasure” Bubbles lamented as stepped down from the daise. Barbara marveled at the steadiness the stripper displayed balanced atop her platform stripper heels.
Blood was quickly returning to Barbara’s head, but her extremities were an agony of pins and needles as sensation crept back. Try as she might, Barbara could not make her limbs respond. The arm lying across her waist felt foreign felt like the debris of another body.
With her feet and neck still trapped by the condom, Barbara could little to defend herself against Bubbles as she calmly walked over to Barbara, plucking a gold balloon from a bouquet attached to the table.
Barbara struggle to get free, but there wasn’t enough blood flow to make her body respond. Normally, she could have over powered Bubbles with little trouble. But now, even rolling over was beyond her.
“No, don’t do it Laurel,” Barbara pleaded. “You haven’t hurt anyone yet. There is still a chance to stop all this.”
“No one except Jokesy over there.” Bubbles gave a wry smile as she pointed at the unconscious Joker. His pants were still around his ankles and his arms were splayed out at odd angles. His large dick hung to the side like a pale, oversized sausage. His green hair had a dent where Bubbles’s bat had contacted his head.
“Don’t feel too bad, I won’t kill him. That schlong of his was too much fun to destroy.” Bubbles bent down next to Barbara. “But I can’t say the same for you.”
She pushed the balloon on to a little plastic cup. “With girl’s I like have different likes.” She straddled Barbara, her shaved box was still damp and sticky from sex with the man she just clubbed like a baby seal. She leaned over and gave Barbara a kiss on the lips.
“Nighty-night, Batgirl!” Bubbles held the cup over Barbara’s face and forced the balloon’s gas into Barbara’s face. She clamped her thighs tight around Barbara’s weak body, easily pinning the smaller crime fighter to ground.
Barbara tried to shake the mask from her face, but Bubbles patiently waited until enough gas had been force into Barbara’s lungs.
The fatigue of her struggles, near suffocation inside the contracting condom had drained Barbara of much her will power. The knockout gas Joker and Bubbles had chosen was selected partly because of the pleasant after effects their victims enjoyed. For a while the Banker’s would be under the impression that they had been lucky participants in some sort immoral entertainment. It would be hours before they realized most of what they dreamt were only phantoms and that they were really just dupes.
Barbara’s gas induced dreams took her back to her days of experimentation.
She was in her sophomore year at Gotham State University. Pinky Pinkston had just introduced to the joy of lesbian bondage games. She had recently taken some belly dancing classes, bought the whole harem girl outfit and everything for Pinky’s birthday.
She had been dong some clerking in her father’s office while his secretary was on vacation. Over the course of several weeks weird things had been occurring all over Gotham. Men had been disappearing across the city and then reappearing a week later. No explanations or excuses. Sometimes they were on the brink of ruin when they returned. Others were not. Major crimes would go unsolved and often unreported.
Barbara started tracking the trend by following the paper trail being created in the police archives. She quickly realized that the source of the odd occurrences was Marsha Queen of Diamonds. Marsha was known to use darts with psychotropic drugs to brainwash men to do her bidding.
The drugs, Barbara found, were experimental chemicals produced by the chemical warfare division of Wayne Enterprises. Although they were quite effective against men, they were much less so against females.
Barbara realized that Marsha must have been using large amounts of the drug against an array of people in Gotham’s government and financial institutions to loot the city’s diamond exchange. She also realized that the police department and Batman were probably also compromised.
Working on her own, Barbara started researching the flow of gems and the strange occurrences. She eventually located what she was sure to be Marsha’s hide out, the penthouse suite in the Chump Towers. She discovered that Marsha had been throwing gala parties almost nightly.
The next scheduled party was in honor of Babylonian Ambassador and his wife, Jewelle Verucke. Through an add in the paper, Barbara was hired as a backup dancer for the night’s entertainment of middle eastern dance and music.
Flush with the success of her research and totally lacking in experience as a crime fighter, Barbara was caught in Marsha’s private dressing room by one of the Queen of Diamonds booby trapped cupids.
Before Barbara knew what was happening, she woke tied up on the apartment’s main dining table. The party was long over and the guests gone.
Marsha tied Barbara much more tightly than Pinky ever had, in a position that was agonizing even to a naturally limber athlete like Barbara.
She was still dressed in the thin chiffon of her Harem girl outfit, the lining bra and panties had been snipped out so that her nipples were clearly visible through the shear material. Her hands and elbows were tied behind her back. She was lying on top of them on the cold hard table. A loop of rope was pulled tight around Barbara’s waist. One end ran down her stomach and passed between her spread thighs. A strategically placed knot pushed itself against her clitoris as the rope wound its way across her sex and behind her. It looped over her bound elbows and down between her wrists across the massive table, where it was anchored. The ropes were a silky smooth nylon, and had been drawn tight as a piano cord.
But this was not what was causing her the greatest pain. Marsh had tied Barbara’s ankles back to her thighs and then run ropes from each ankle up to the head of the table. Barbara’s entire weight was supported by feet, knees and shoulders at the center vast oak table.
Barbara’s sex was pushed up by her arching back and the ropes that pulled her ankles back to her thighs dug into her skin, chaffing through the thin fabric of her harem pants. Thick cotton packing in her mouth was held in place the silk scarf that had acted as her veil. It was wound twice around her head and tied tightly in back.
Barbara was totally immobilized. When Marsha finally sauntered in wearing her usual pillbox hat and mink coat, Barbara was only barely able to turn her head to see her captor. Marsha was on her way out of town.
After pillaging Gotham’s elite for more than a month, Marsha had decided that if one person had come around snooping, there soon would be more. The Queen of Diamonds sat on the edge of the table, waxing poetic about the success of plans to bilk the rich of their diamonds and jewels. She sat next to Barbara, stroking her hair and admiring the resourcefulness of the young coed. How had such a cute little thing could almost catch a major criminal like her? She let her hands wander across the thin fabric covering Barbara’s tautly drawn body. She pleasured herself and Barbara while making admiring comments both about Barbara’s skill and beauty. The response Marsha was getting from her captive was also gratifying.
Barbara was unable to hide her addiction to bondage. Her pussy had soaked the crotch of her harem pants and the chafing rope the deeply penetrated her spread thighs.
But the Queen of Diamonds was there to say good-bye, not to play. She was on her way out of town. She gave Barbara a quick kiss and lifted the girls head so that she could see all the way down the table to the end.
At the edge of the table was the motorized scrubber from the bottom of the lavish apartment’s pool. It was a simple device that crawled along the bottom of the pool on caterpillar track, cleaning off the algae that accumulated. The scrubber was hooked to the rope that went up through Barbara’s wrists, elbows and back to her crotch and around her waist.
Mounted on top on the tractor was a high-speed electric motor, turning a steel disk. Marsha relished her moments explaining that the edge of the disk had been fitted with a diamond necklace she had acquired, but did not seriously fancy.
Instead of fencing or re-cutting the stones, Marsha was going to let the stones cut Barbara.
Marsha slipped off the table and flipped the power switch as she left the room, never looking back to see what happened to her young captive.
The jury-rigged diamond saw was a monstrosity of bad design. The whirring blade was unbalanced and vibrated so much the entire table shook like an earthquake. The taunt rope hummed and rang like an over-tightened guitar string. The vibrations fed up the rope to the knot tied over Barbara’s sex, which was only protected by the thin veil of silk.
The rubber treads of the pool scrubber had excellent traction on the highly polished wood table, but in was unable to stay in a straight line. It was constantly veering from one side to the other pulling the line even tight. When the line became too tight, the front end of the machine would be pulled back into towards its intended target.
Barbara had been playing sex games with Pinky Pinkston for several months and had discovered the joys of helpless submission to another woman. But, as the buzzing saw trundled and vibrated its way down the table, Barbara found a new level of intensity that was a magnitude beyond all her other experiences.
She pulled and fought like a demon to slip free of the ropes. She was terrified and totally absorbed at the same time. Even in over air-conditioned confines of the dining room she was drenched in sweat, the remnants of her silk harem outfit clung to her as if they had been painted on. Her areola swelled and her nipples stood at full attention. The adrenaline rush of danger was like heroin to Barbara. She had always been an excitement freak, in love with dangerous sports and dangerous sex.
Here she was getting both, in double doses. Even as she fought to slip out of the ropes she started coming. Orgasm after orgasm raced through her. In the ten minutes the little machine inched up the table, getting closer and closer with its blade blowing cool air across her damp body, she must have come twenty times.
Just as Barbara began to think she might die of exhaustion before the blade got her, it succumb to its poor design. The blade shook apart and sprayed the diamonds and bits of plastic and metal the machine’s casing all around the room. A few bits of shrapnel tore through rope that had been guiding the saw towards her.
With the tension gone from her wrists, Barbara was able to work herself free from the rest of her bondage and she was eventually able to escape.
Scared and exhausted, she made it home. She never told anyone about that close call, except Pinky. Pinky was also an action junky, but had gotten her kicks in the safe confines of her mansion boudoir and the dangerous, if not lethal, board rooms of Gotham.
She and Pinky had long since gone their separate way and Barbara had never told her about how much she craved the intensity of her close call. When college resumed, Barbara switched her major to pre-law.
Barbara didn’t know how long she had been in the twilight realm of semi-consciousness thinking about Marsha, Queen of Diamonds. Her exhaustion and the knock out gas had distorted all sense of time. It must have been quite a while, because sunlight filtering through the high smudgy skylight. windows of the warehouse had taken on the softness of afternoon.
The laughter of the Joker and Laurel Sulfate hot and horny while watching the crime fighter struggling in the fiendish device echoed in her ears.
He was momentarily torn between coming and risking the loss of his captive. He quickly regained his priorities and in a few hard thrusts, finished himself off as Bubbles gave a few squeals of tawdry delight.
Barbara was just regaining the sensation in her hands as the Joker holstered his quickly falling phallus and slid from under his also wilting wench. He stood up and zipped his burgundy tuxedo pants.
“Oh! Too bad Batgirl, just when you think your rid of an unwanted guest, they find some reason to stick around.” He dipped his hand into his pocket to adjust his member. Barbara could see the glint of something metallic in the palm of his hand when he drew it out. She tried feebly to roll away from him as he approached. Her legs were still hopelessly tangled in the remnants of the torn condom and her arms and hands flailed uselessly.
“Ooh, Batgirl, I believe you’ve had the pleasure of meeting one of my ‘Joy Buzzers,’ well Joy isn’t with me any more. One buzz too often, I’m afraid.” He looked at the small metal disk. Perhaps I should call it a ‘Bat-buzzer from now on.” He laughed at his own wit.
Barbara was about to tell Joker what he could do with his buzzer when he grabbed her hand and pressed it into her palm. Her gloves gave her no protection from the Joker’s buzzer. The joker’s hair shot out straight and his body jiggled in a little dance as the voltage coursed through the two of them. Barbara convulsed briefly and fainted dead away.
“Strange, that’s just what Joy did!” Joker motioned Bubbles to help him and the two started dragging the girl across the warehouse floor.
“I believe that the pleasure is now yours, my dear. I’ve had my go at it.” Joker laughed.
“I’m sure it will be, Pooky!” Bubbles was flush with excitement. She licked her lips in anticipation as she eyed the svelte heroine at her feet.
*****
Barbara’s whole body ached as she slowly came around. She might have slept longer except for the probing hands exploring her. At first she thought it must be joker following one of his sick impulses, but she quickly realized that the hands were too small and the touch too light. She could feel herself shifting uncomfortably. She kept her eyes closed and explored the sounds around her. There were no sounds of machinery or traffic outside, just a gentle, workman like hum from her captor.
Bubbles, realizing that Batgirl was regaining consciousness, leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Barbara’s lips felt dry and parched and the kiss was moist and warm, tasting like fresh strawberries. Her eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the soft light.
She was lying somewhere near the rafters of the old warehouse. Bubbles hair was now a wild shade of iridescent purple. Her make-up had been redone to match her new hair. In the darkness her eyes caught enough light to look like small dark pearls. The glitter and mascara were overdone in a come-hither-and-buy-me-for-an-evening kind of way. She was wearing silvery evening gown, at least Barbara thought it was one. She could only see a few inches below the bulging cleavage that was straining in the plunging V-neck.
Barbara could feel Bubbles’ hands sliding around in the tight space of her Batgirl costume. A set of fingers were pushing down on either side of her labia and rubbing against the base of her inner thighs. It felt good, Barbara thought. Her shoulders ached and her elbows and wrists smarted from the supporting her body. They were tied tightly and efficiently behind her back and she was laying on them. The wrist bonds were cloth and she figured them to be scarves.
Bubbles looked down at Barbara and leaned over and gave her another kiss. The light playfulness of the first kiss was gone. This time Bubbles engulfed Barbara’s mouth and probed deep with her tongue. Barbara was too weak and disoriented to resist. The press of soft flesh against her lips was the sort of kiss that Barbara enjoyed, deep, passionate and a bit rough.
She kissed back, lifting her head in fight of wills. Biting at Bubbles’ lip, Barbara tried to give as good as she got. She let their two tongues slide past one another, letting the coarse surfaces run together. Bubbles drew up her hand from between Barbara’s thighs. Barbara could feel the fingers leave a damp trail across her abdomen. Bubbles pulled backed and smiled affectionately.
“I think she’s ready, Jokesy!” She ran her hand over the mound of Barbara’s breasts, which were pushing at the fabric of her thin form fitting Batgirl costume. Her finger traced the bump of the swelling nipple. Barbara tried to shift at the sound of Joker’s voice. She had hoped Bubbles’ passion might offer her a route of escape. That hope quickly faded at Joker’s words.
“Yoo Hoo! Batgirl!” The Joker was waving up to Barbara from the warehouse floor. He had donned a baseball cap with the word “Joker” written above the bill. On a stand next to him was bucket of baseballs. Barbara had to strain hard to lift her head high enough to see him. She also had a chance to see where she herself was. She was lying on at the top of a plastic slide that dipped from view half a dozen feet beyond where she was laying. Her body was entwined by coils of the Joker’s “party streamers.” Her ankles and knees were held tightly together by several inches of the colorful coils and part of her bare mid-riff was also wrapped in a generous layer of the plastic.
With a great flourish of style, Bubbles pulled a long purple scarf from between her bosoms. she waved it ceremonially in the air before
Bubbles stood up stood up and put on an identical hat. There was no way the hat could contain the swirls of purple hair and so it sat precariously perched on the woman’s head. She leaned over and gave Barbara a peck on the forehead before climbing down to join The Joker.
“I think you’ve heard of a Dunk-the-Fool, and so I don’t need to explain the game in too much detail. Needless to say, if I hit yon’ target the slide will drop and you will go into a giant meat grinder!!! Hoo Hoo!!! and we’ll have the last laugh on you!!!” He gave a theatrical wind-up and let fly with the first ball.
Barbara winced as the ball thudded against the tarp backstop. Bubbles squealed “BALL ONE! Low and to the outside!”
The Joker just laughed with joy. He would never hit target on the first pitch, he enjoyed the theatrics and the suspense too much. He wound up for another pitch. He shot the ball at the target with all his might. There was another ‘THUD’ as the ball hit the backstop.
“BALL TWO!” Shouted bubbles, giggling with excitement. The Joker immediately picked up another ball and heaved it at the target.
“BALL THREE!” Bubbles was beside herself with anticipation. She rubbed her hands up and down her stockinged thighs, fidgeting in excitement.
“I’ll tell you what Batgirl. If I miss this pitch, I’ll let you go.” He tossed the ball up in the in a mock display of sportsmanship. Bubbles leaned over and gave Joker an admiring kiss on the cheek.
Barbara was too involved in struggling to slip her bonds to dignify the Joker with a reply.
Before she knew what was happening there was another thud against the backstop and another round of laughter from Bubbles and the Joker.
“Well, I guess I’d better let you down,” the Joker laughed. His next pitch was followed by a loudly clanging bell.
“JUST KIDDING! ! !” The bottom of the ramp fell away as Barbara started sliding feet first down the ramp. She was just able to lift her head in time to see her legs clear the end of the chute. Before she could let out a muffled scream she was falling uncontrolled through space.
Barbara landed with tremendous splash and her body thudded heavily against a thick plexiglass window. The Joker and Bubbles were standing at the glass looking in. The Joker had his arms wrapped Bubbles waist. The water was only three feet deep. But with her arms, ankles and knees tied, Barbara had to struggle to keep her head above the foamy water.
“Sorry Batgirl! I was Just kidding about the meat grinder too!” Bubbles giggled merrily at the Joker’s prank. “I wouldn’t have minded watching a mechanical munching of your meddling muff, but I promised to let my dear sweet Laurel devised your untimely demise.”
Barbara tried to get a balanced footing on the bottom of the shallow pool. the bottom and sides were extremely slick and she could barely keep herself from slipping under the water.
The Joker’s hands had moved up from around Bubbles’ waist and disappeared into the plunging neckline of her sequined dress.
“Ha ha Batgirl! If standing up seems a little difficult, it might be because your in a tank filled with four hundred gallons of dish soap. You might say that you’re stuck at the bottom of a slippery slope. . .” Joker tugged ruthlessly at Bubbles’ nipple which was soon exposed. Bubbles wriggled sensually under the pain of Joker’s touch. She arched her head backwards to kiss him. Barbara could see her tongue darting out to meet his hideously painted mouth.
Joker’s free hand moved down over the front of the sequined dress, as it reached his cohort’s pubis he pushed it aggressively into her. The two ground together in a sickening rhythm of debauchery.
Barbara could see Bubbles glancing at her from the corner of her eye, watching and enjoying as the heroine struggled to keep her head above the soapy liquid. “Oooh, Jokesy, I think this may be the best orgasm ever!!!”
“Ahhh! But my dear, the lovely Batgirl doesn’t know the half it yet.” He released the damp stained crotch of Bubbles’ dress and undid his own trousers. He fumbled to get the pants to the floor. Barbara struggled to get the traction with heels of her boots. Eventually she found a stable position with her back to tank wall and the edge of one heel hooked in a narrow seem on the bottom of the tank. Her gag was soaking from the liquid and had swollen inside her mouth, causing it to ache bitterly. She gasped for air around the edge of gag and her nose.
“Good news, bad news, Batgirl,” The joker croaked as pushed his dick into his accomplis from behind. The good news is that you can probably find positions that keep your head above the soapy death.” He chuckled at his own cleverness, “the bad news is we’ve taped a dozen of my mini-Joy buzzers all over your body!!! Hee Hee!! If you stay still for more than twelve seconds, they’ll send you into an orgasmic orbit.”
Almost on cue in, Barbara was racked with a series of painful shocks. One of them centered on the edge of her pubis another burned at her left nipple. She convulsed briefly and slipped back, struggling into the sudsy death. The pain reminded Batgirl of the sharp claws of Catwoman digging into her flesh. The pressure was intense but they never actually broke the skin, she just had the painful sensation that they would any second.
Barbara pulled ad at her arms and tried to kick her legs out, desperately seeking a foothold on the bottom. She clenched her eyes tight and fought blindly against the slippery surfaces of the tank. After a few seconds, she wedged a heel of her boot against a seem in the tank. She pushed her head out of the suds only to see Joker thrusting deeply into Laurel from behind.
Joker was pushing and pulling at Laurel’s breasts with his usual sadistic ferocity as the two criminals watched Batgirl struggle for her few moments of air and survival. The Joker let out another of hideous laughs and Laurel moaned and told her mate that she wanted to feel more of the pain.
Joker obliged by releasing one of her tits and shoving his gloved finger deep into her sex. The head of head of his penis pushing from behind and the course fabric of his gloved hand taring into her pussy made her shout with agony. She started to buck at the end of his dick, being thrown about like a rag doll as the Joker finished off in side her. She bent forward to accept more of his length and trembled in ecstasy.
Barbara’s view of the scene was cut short by the sudden and fiendish pain of the Joker’s Joy Buzzers. This time two strings of them swept down the outside of her labia. The pain felt like a pair of crotch ropes being pulled up between her legs, lifting her off the bottom of the pool. The reality of it was that she was sliding back into the soap with a lurch. She gulped air as her head sloshed beneath the surface. She wasn’t sure which way was up. She kicked and twisted with her bound body. There was no way for her to escape the burning sensation in her sex. The sensitive skin tingled and she felt her legs clamp tight together as if prevent an unwanted probing. But there was nothing she could do to protect herself. The orgasm rushed through like fire. She lay shuddering and struggling at the bottom of the tank. She needed to get back to the surface for air.
When Barbara was able to struggle back to the surface and stuck her head above the froth, sputtering for air, she saw Joker easing himself from inside the wilting stripper. Bubbles smiled at the struggling heroine.
“It looks like we a had a mass orgasm Jokesy,” she smiled at Barbara. “Was it good for you, too, Bat-dyke?” She pulled her way free of the Joker and walked to the glass. “I would have loved to play with your twat a little bit, clips, clamps and dripping wax. I can be very creative.” She smiled demurely at Barbara. “But we have more crimes to commit. Today is Bruce Wayne’s birthday.”
“Yes and we have a duty to clean out what is left of the Wayne Foundation coffers” Joker was back in high spirits as he stuffed his dick back into his trousers. “I found out through one of my spies that he’s been holding out on the courts. He still has a million or so in uncut gems that he didn’t include in his bankruptcy filing”
“So Bubbles and I are going to make sure that he meets the requirements of the court and relieve him of his assets.” Joker was combing his green hair back from the chaotic mess that it had become during their rough sex to the chaotic mess that he usually kept it in. Laurel Sulfate was also cleaning up, she stripped out of the disheveled dress that the Joker had been groping her through and was pulling on a fresh set of balloons.
As the Joker and Bubbles finished freshening up, Joker turned to Batgirl in her soapy torture tank. “Well Batgirl, I hope that our little trap isn’t causing you undo stress.” Bubbles pulled up next him, fitting a platinum blond wig on her head. “But if does, here’s a little something for your tummy.”
Bubbles reached up and grabbed large ring suspended from the ceiling and gave it a sharp tug. Barbara was to busy struggling to pull her wrists free and to maintain her footing before the next deadly onslaught of the electrified joy buzzers raped her.
Suddenly from above came what Barbara at first thought were hubcaps. One of the disks clipped her shoulder as it crashed into the soapy brew, knocking Barbara from her precarious balance and once again to the bottom of the slippery tank. The second disk splashed into the tank a few inches farther away.
Barbara gasped and sputtered in surprise as she tried to regain her footing on the bottom of the tank. She brought her head out of the sudsy liquid and tried to blink the soap from her eyes. She could barely see, but something immediately told her that there had been a change in the tank.
The water had seemed to have come alive. Before there was the sloshing and fizz of soapsuds being created and popped by her struggles against the tight bonds and the raping buzzers, but now the tank was alive with a hissing and bubbling that muffled the sloshing water and even the Joker’s maniacal laugh.
“Hoo hoo! Batgirl! Don’t you love a good seltzer bottle?” Barbara turned in horror to see what the joker was talking about. She was sucking hard on the thick cleave gag that had swollen in the soapy brine. She could see that Joker had his arms wrapped tightly about Bubbles abdomen and as he squeezed her tightly her round breast breasts were pushed upward.
“My dearest Laurel, knows that I have a soft spot for the old standards and she decided to incorporate that one into your diabolical demise.” His tongue disappeared briefly into Bubbles’ ear until she turned return his kiss. Joker probed the stripper’s mouth with his tongue as Barbara tried to gain enough of a footing to hear what the two fiends had in store. The more she knew about the trap the more likely she could come up with an effective counter measure.
Laurel pulled away from the Joker and looked at Barbara. Her lips were wet from the heavy petting that she and the Joker had engaged in. Her eyes had a soft and dreamy glow, Barbara thought. Barbara recognized it instantly, it was love. Or lust maybe. And it was directed not at her partner, but at Batgirl.
Barbara immediately felt a chill come across her. This beautiful young stripper really was the Joker’s soul-mate. Like the Joker, to her murder was not just professional reality, or even a sensuous act (like she had seen in many other homicidal maniacs), it was an art of torture, a play in the theater of base human acts.
Bubbles put her small hand on the back of the Joker’s white glove and guided it down her body to her damp crotch. Joker needed no encouragement, as he ground his hand deeply into her sex and slid his erection into her from arrears he laughed.
“Those two dinner plates are actually giant seltzer tablets, my Dear Batgirl! And as they dissolve into the your bathing tank they are producing carbon dioxide gas, Hee- hee, and as the gas is released it forms bubbles and as the bubbles get deeper, your bat-dasious little body is going to get slowly covered in Laurel’s lethal bubble bath. When they cover your head you can choose to fight to the last and suffocate in them or perhaps the Joy buzzers will make you slip and you can drown while cumming at the bottom of the tub.”
“I always found bubble baths so sensuously wicked, don’t you Batgirl?” Laurel Sulfate was staring at Barbara with an unsettling mix lust and love that for the moment eclipsed Barbara’s fear of the Joker’s own sick perversions. The Joker, meanwhile was engrossed in his rough and rhythmic penetrations of his moll.
Barbara, feeling the bubbles sweeping up over her body, renewed her struggles against her bonds. The bubbles tingled against as they burst to the surface, adding to the foamy layer that was suddenly building up around her. She had lost track of the time while The Joker and Bubbles gloated over her dire peril. Suddenly a fresh set of Buzzers sprang into action, one at the head of her labia and the other pressed at the soft base of her inner thigh.
The intensity of the sensation was unexpectedly intense and Barbara’s knees buckled as her body shivered in ecstasy. Her head dipped under the surface as she let out a deep moan through her gag.
HOLY BATH TIME BONDAGE! BATGIRL BOUND AND GAGGED IN BUBBLE’S BONDAGE BATH!! WILL BATGIRL BE ABLE TO MAKE A CLEAN BREAK OR IS SHE ALL WASHED UP??? WILL THE JOKER AND BUBBLES BE ABLE TO MAKE A CLEAN GET AWAY???? WHAT FUN IS BARBARA’S BATH WITH OUT HER USUAL SHOWER MASSAGE????
FIND OUT NEXT MONTH,
SAME BAT-URL
SAME BAT-TIME
Don’t read if you are under 18 or find it offensive.
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Batgirl vs. The Joker
Chapter Two-Bubbles’ Bath
by S. Sneakly ([email protected])
While the Joker and Bubbles were noisily rutting on the small couch only a dozen feet from her death struggle, Barbara was desperately trying to formulate some means of escape from the rapidly contracting condom.
She lifted her head and looked down her body. The latex sheath had contracted around her svelte body as if it had been vacuumed wrapped. Her arms and legs were being squeezed so tight that they had gone numb.
“So this is how your going to get rid of me then? Just strangle me like you did your last moll?” Divide and conquer. If she could distract Bubbles from her fucking long enough, Barbara might get a chance to drive a wedge between them.
“Hoo hoo, Batgirl, bravo! You do tell the most delightful tales!!” Bubbles was leaning back her arms gripping the edges of the couch as the Joker pulled ruthlessly at her nipples. It looked almost as if her weight was being held up by nothing more than the areola and nipples clamped between Joker’s white gloved fingers. “But, unfortunately, you won’t be strangled. The collar on that condom can’t close enough to do that. Instead you’ll just feel all your bones break inside that sexy little shrink wrap you’re wearing”
Bubbles rolled her head to the side and opened her eyes slightly. “Did you really kill her Jokey?” She pursed her lips and wetted them as she looked at Batgirl squirming desperately on the floor.
“As a matter of fact I did, while we were fucking on a couch just like this.” He pulled hard on Bubbles’ tits, making her groan and squirm.
“Mmmm. . . I love a dangerous fuck.” Her head rolled back as she glanced at Batgirl. “I hear that you like them, too.” Bubbles turned back to Joker, she had settled smooth circular gyration on the end of psychotic’s cock.
“Ooh, tell me how you did it Jokesy.” She cooed, trying to fit his organ deeper between her legs.
“Ahhh,” Joker put his hands on her hips and guided her wiggling body forcefully onto hard-on. “Mmmm, I was on top, fucking her like a locomotive…”
“Like this?” Bubbles started bucking violently on top of the Joker.
“Ooh,yes.”
“Then what happened?” Bubbles moaned.
“I pulled out a club…”
Bubbles leaned back, stretching herself on end of Joker’s cock. The Joker groaned as it stretched inside his limber cohort.
“Like this one?” Bubbles sat back up, a small bat in her hand.
“Ahh, mine was much bigger…”
“Mmm, what did you do next?” Bubbles was panting breathlessly as she pushed on towards orgasm.
“I clubbed her when I felt her cum.” Joker was bucking and thrusting underneath Bubbles.
“Like this?” Bubbles swung the bat down at the side of Joker’s head.
THWACK!!!
“Uhhh, yueah…” was all Joker could manage. Bubbles continued to jerk and squirm on the end Joker’s fast wilting cock. She took the end of the bat and started rubbing the end of the baton against her clit.
Barbara was short of breath and exhausted. The loss of oxygen was making her vision slowly fade and the squeals of Bubble’s climax reached Barbara as if coming through a long snergly hose.
Her struggles were becoming more and more feeble. Her bones ached under the pressure of the tightening second skin. The lubricating oil had permeated her clothes and was starting to be forced out of the neck closure.
Dark spots formed over her vision and the sounds of rutting came to her as if they were coming through a long pipe.
Suddenly, Barbara felt a sudden surge of relief. Her back and arms suddenly shot free of the purple elastic. The condom had ripped along the backside. The tight fabric was spitting Barbara out the growing tear. Her feet and ankles were still wrapped by the taut latex. Her arms were flopping at her side, still asleep and tingly. Her head was pulled down to her knees by the remains of the condom.
“Blasted all! These things always rip at worst times.” Bubbles was panting hard. She was trying to decide whether to enjoy her post coital bliss on top of the unconscious Joker or risk the loss of her captive and possibly even be captured herself.
She pushed the end of the club against her clit for a few more celebratory strokes. Sighing contentedly, Bubbles lifted her body off Joker’s flaccid cock. It still quite long, even limp.
“Business before pleasure” Bubbles lamented as stepped down from the daise. Barbara marveled at the steadiness the stripper displayed balanced atop her platform stripper heels.
Blood was quickly returning to Barbara’s head, but her extremities were an agony of pins and needles as sensation crept back. Try as she might, Barbara could not make her limbs respond. The arm lying across her waist felt foreign felt like the debris of another body.
With her feet and neck still trapped by the condom, Barbara could little to defend herself against Bubbles as she calmly walked over to Barbara, plucking a gold balloon from a bouquet attached to the table.
Barbara struggle to get free, but there wasn’t enough blood flow to make her body respond. Normally, she could have over powered Bubbles with little trouble. But now, even rolling over was beyond her.
“No, don’t do it Laurel,” Barbara pleaded. “You haven’t hurt anyone yet. There is still a chance to stop all this.”
“No one except Jokesy over there.” Bubbles gave a wry smile as she pointed at the unconscious Joker. His pants were still around his ankles and his arms were splayed out at odd angles. His large dick hung to the side like a pale, oversized sausage. His green hair had a dent where Bubbles’s bat had contacted his head.
“Don’t feel too bad, I won’t kill him. That schlong of his was too much fun to destroy.” Bubbles bent down next to Barbara. “But I can’t say the same for you.”
She pushed the balloon on to a little plastic cup. “With girl’s I like have different likes.” She straddled Barbara, her shaved box was still damp and sticky from sex with the man she just clubbed like a baby seal. She leaned over and gave Barbara a kiss on the lips.
“Nighty-night, Batgirl!” Bubbles held the cup over Barbara’s face and forced the balloon’s gas into Barbara’s face. She clamped her thighs tight around Barbara’s weak body, easily pinning the smaller crime fighter to ground.
Barbara tried to shake the mask from her face, but Bubbles patiently waited until enough gas had been force into Barbara’s lungs.
The fatigue of her struggles, near suffocation inside the contracting condom had drained Barbara of much her will power. The knockout gas Joker and Bubbles had chosen was selected partly because of the pleasant after effects their victims enjoyed. For a while the Banker’s would be under the impression that they had been lucky participants in some sort immoral entertainment. It would be hours before they realized most of what they dreamt were only phantoms and that they were really just dupes.
Barbara’s gas induced dreams took her back to her days of experimentation.
She was in her sophomore year at Gotham State University. Pinky Pinkston had just introduced to the joy of lesbian bondage games. She had recently taken some belly dancing classes, bought the whole harem girl outfit and everything for Pinky’s birthday.
She had been dong some clerking in her father’s office while his secretary was on vacation. Over the course of several weeks weird things had been occurring all over Gotham. Men had been disappearing across the city and then reappearing a week later. No explanations or excuses. Sometimes they were on the brink of ruin when they returned. Others were not. Major crimes would go unsolved and often unreported.
Barbara started tracking the trend by following the paper trail being created in the police archives. She quickly realized that the source of the odd occurrences was Marsha Queen of Diamonds. Marsha was known to use darts with psychotropic drugs to brainwash men to do her bidding.
The drugs, Barbara found, were experimental chemicals produced by the chemical warfare division of Wayne Enterprises. Although they were quite effective against men, they were much less so against females.
Barbara realized that Marsha must have been using large amounts of the drug against an array of people in Gotham’s government and financial institutions to loot the city’s diamond exchange. She also realized that the police department and Batman were probably also compromised.
Working on her own, Barbara started researching the flow of gems and the strange occurrences. She eventually located what she was sure to be Marsha’s hide out, the penthouse suite in the Chump Towers. She discovered that Marsha had been throwing gala parties almost nightly.
The next scheduled party was in honor of Babylonian Ambassador and his wife, Jewelle Verucke. Through an add in the paper, Barbara was hired as a backup dancer for the night’s entertainment of middle eastern dance and music.
Flush with the success of her research and totally lacking in experience as a crime fighter, Barbara was caught in Marsha’s private dressing room by one of the Queen of Diamonds booby trapped cupids.
Before Barbara knew what was happening, she woke tied up on the apartment’s main dining table. The party was long over and the guests gone.
Marsha tied Barbara much more tightly than Pinky ever had, in a position that was agonizing even to a naturally limber athlete like Barbara.
She was still dressed in the thin chiffon of her Harem girl outfit, the lining bra and panties had been snipped out so that her nipples were clearly visible through the shear material. Her hands and elbows were tied behind her back. She was lying on top of them on the cold hard table. A loop of rope was pulled tight around Barbara’s waist. One end ran down her stomach and passed between her spread thighs. A strategically placed knot pushed itself against her clitoris as the rope wound its way across her sex and behind her. It looped over her bound elbows and down between her wrists across the massive table, where it was anchored. The ropes were a silky smooth nylon, and had been drawn tight as a piano cord.
But this was not what was causing her the greatest pain. Marsh had tied Barbara’s ankles back to her thighs and then run ropes from each ankle up to the head of the table. Barbara’s entire weight was supported by feet, knees and shoulders at the center vast oak table.
Barbara’s sex was pushed up by her arching back and the ropes that pulled her ankles back to her thighs dug into her skin, chaffing through the thin fabric of her harem pants. Thick cotton packing in her mouth was held in place the silk scarf that had acted as her veil. It was wound twice around her head and tied tightly in back.
Barbara was totally immobilized. When Marsha finally sauntered in wearing her usual pillbox hat and mink coat, Barbara was only barely able to turn her head to see her captor. Marsha was on her way out of town.
After pillaging Gotham’s elite for more than a month, Marsha had decided that if one person had come around snooping, there soon would be more. The Queen of Diamonds sat on the edge of the table, waxing poetic about the success of plans to bilk the rich of their diamonds and jewels. She sat next to Barbara, stroking her hair and admiring the resourcefulness of the young coed. How had such a cute little thing could almost catch a major criminal like her? She let her hands wander across the thin fabric covering Barbara’s tautly drawn body. She pleasured herself and Barbara while making admiring comments both about Barbara’s skill and beauty. The response Marsha was getting from her captive was also gratifying.
Barbara was unable to hide her addiction to bondage. Her pussy had soaked the crotch of her harem pants and the chafing rope the deeply penetrated her spread thighs.
But the Queen of Diamonds was there to say good-bye, not to play. She was on her way out of town. She gave Barbara a quick kiss and lifted the girls head so that she could see all the way down the table to the end.
At the edge of the table was the motorized scrubber from the bottom of the lavish apartment’s pool. It was a simple device that crawled along the bottom of the pool on caterpillar track, cleaning off the algae that accumulated. The scrubber was hooked to the rope that went up through Barbara’s wrists, elbows and back to her crotch and around her waist.
Mounted on top on the tractor was a high-speed electric motor, turning a steel disk. Marsha relished her moments explaining that the edge of the disk had been fitted with a diamond necklace she had acquired, but did not seriously fancy.
Instead of fencing or re-cutting the stones, Marsha was going to let the stones cut Barbara.
Marsha slipped off the table and flipped the power switch as she left the room, never looking back to see what happened to her young captive.
The jury-rigged diamond saw was a monstrosity of bad design. The whirring blade was unbalanced and vibrated so much the entire table shook like an earthquake. The taunt rope hummed and rang like an over-tightened guitar string. The vibrations fed up the rope to the knot tied over Barbara’s sex, which was only protected by the thin veil of silk.
The rubber treads of the pool scrubber had excellent traction on the highly polished wood table, but in was unable to stay in a straight line. It was constantly veering from one side to the other pulling the line even tight. When the line became too tight, the front end of the machine would be pulled back into towards its intended target.
Barbara had been playing sex games with Pinky Pinkston for several months and had discovered the joys of helpless submission to another woman. But, as the buzzing saw trundled and vibrated its way down the table, Barbara found a new level of intensity that was a magnitude beyond all her other experiences.
She pulled and fought like a demon to slip free of the ropes. She was terrified and totally absorbed at the same time. Even in over air-conditioned confines of the dining room she was drenched in sweat, the remnants of her silk harem outfit clung to her as if they had been painted on. Her areola swelled and her nipples stood at full attention. The adrenaline rush of danger was like heroin to Barbara. She had always been an excitement freak, in love with dangerous sports and dangerous sex.
Here she was getting both, in double doses. Even as she fought to slip out of the ropes she started coming. Orgasm after orgasm raced through her. In the ten minutes the little machine inched up the table, getting closer and closer with its blade blowing cool air across her damp body, she must have come twenty times.
Just as Barbara began to think she might die of exhaustion before the blade got her, it succumb to its poor design. The blade shook apart and sprayed the diamonds and bits of plastic and metal the machine’s casing all around the room. A few bits of shrapnel tore through rope that had been guiding the saw towards her.
With the tension gone from her wrists, Barbara was able to work herself free from the rest of her bondage and she was eventually able to escape.
Scared and exhausted, she made it home. She never told anyone about that close call, except Pinky. Pinky was also an action junky, but had gotten her kicks in the safe confines of her mansion boudoir and the dangerous, if not lethal, board rooms of Gotham.
She and Pinky had long since gone their separate way and Barbara had never told her about how much she craved the intensity of her close call. When college resumed, Barbara switched her major to pre-law.
Barbara didn’t know how long she had been in the twilight realm of semi-consciousness thinking about Marsha, Queen of Diamonds. Her exhaustion and the knock out gas had distorted all sense of time. It must have been quite a while, because sunlight filtering through the high smudgy skylight. windows of the warehouse had taken on the softness of afternoon.
The laughter of the Joker and Laurel Sulfate hot and horny while watching the crime fighter struggling in the fiendish device echoed in her ears.
He was momentarily torn between coming and risking the loss of his captive. He quickly regained his priorities and in a few hard thrusts, finished himself off as Bubbles gave a few squeals of tawdry delight.
Barbara was just regaining the sensation in her hands as the Joker holstered his quickly falling phallus and slid from under his also wilting wench. He stood up and zipped his burgundy tuxedo pants.
“Oh! Too bad Batgirl, just when you think your rid of an unwanted guest, they find some reason to stick around.” He dipped his hand into his pocket to adjust his member. Barbara could see the glint of something metallic in the palm of his hand when he drew it out. She tried feebly to roll away from him as he approached. Her legs were still hopelessly tangled in the remnants of the torn condom and her arms and hands flailed uselessly.
“Ooh, Batgirl, I believe you’ve had the pleasure of meeting one of my ‘Joy Buzzers,’ well Joy isn’t with me any more. One buzz too often, I’m afraid.” He looked at the small metal disk. Perhaps I should call it a ‘Bat-buzzer from now on.” He laughed at his own wit.
Barbara was about to tell Joker what he could do with his buzzer when he grabbed her hand and pressed it into her palm. Her gloves gave her no protection from the Joker’s buzzer. The joker’s hair shot out straight and his body jiggled in a little dance as the voltage coursed through the two of them. Barbara convulsed briefly and fainted dead away.
“Strange, that’s just what Joy did!” Joker motioned Bubbles to help him and the two started dragging the girl across the warehouse floor.
“I believe that the pleasure is now yours, my dear. I’ve had my go at it.” Joker laughed.
“I’m sure it will be, Pooky!” Bubbles was flush with excitement. She licked her lips in anticipation as she eyed the svelte heroine at her feet.
*****
Barbara’s whole body ached as she slowly came around. She might have slept longer except for the probing hands exploring her. At first she thought it must be joker following one of his sick impulses, but she quickly realized that the hands were too small and the touch too light. She could feel herself shifting uncomfortably. She kept her eyes closed and explored the sounds around her. There were no sounds of machinery or traffic outside, just a gentle, workman like hum from her captor.
Bubbles, realizing that Batgirl was regaining consciousness, leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Barbara’s lips felt dry and parched and the kiss was moist and warm, tasting like fresh strawberries. Her eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the soft light.
She was lying somewhere near the rafters of the old warehouse. Bubbles hair was now a wild shade of iridescent purple. Her make-up had been redone to match her new hair. In the darkness her eyes caught enough light to look like small dark pearls. The glitter and mascara were overdone in a come-hither-and-buy-me-for-an-evening kind of way. She was wearing silvery evening gown, at least Barbara thought it was one. She could only see a few inches below the bulging cleavage that was straining in the plunging V-neck.
Barbara could feel Bubbles’ hands sliding around in the tight space of her Batgirl costume. A set of fingers were pushing down on either side of her labia and rubbing against the base of her inner thighs. It felt good, Barbara thought. Her shoulders ached and her elbows and wrists smarted from the supporting her body. They were tied tightly and efficiently behind her back and she was laying on them. The wrist bonds were cloth and she figured them to be scarves.
Bubbles looked down at Barbara and leaned over and gave her another kiss. The light playfulness of the first kiss was gone. This time Bubbles engulfed Barbara’s mouth and probed deep with her tongue. Barbara was too weak and disoriented to resist. The press of soft flesh against her lips was the sort of kiss that Barbara enjoyed, deep, passionate and a bit rough.
She kissed back, lifting her head in fight of wills. Biting at Bubbles’ lip, Barbara tried to give as good as she got. She let their two tongues slide past one another, letting the coarse surfaces run together. Bubbles drew up her hand from between Barbara’s thighs. Barbara could feel the fingers leave a damp trail across her abdomen. Bubbles pulled backed and smiled affectionately.
“I think she’s ready, Jokesy!” She ran her hand over the mound of Barbara’s breasts, which were pushing at the fabric of her thin form fitting Batgirl costume. Her finger traced the bump of the swelling nipple. Barbara tried to shift at the sound of Joker’s voice. She had hoped Bubbles’ passion might offer her a route of escape. That hope quickly faded at Joker’s words.
“Yoo Hoo! Batgirl!” The Joker was waving up to Barbara from the warehouse floor. He had donned a baseball cap with the word “Joker” written above the bill. On a stand next to him was bucket of baseballs. Barbara had to strain hard to lift her head high enough to see him. She also had a chance to see where she herself was. She was lying on at the top of a plastic slide that dipped from view half a dozen feet beyond where she was laying. Her body was entwined by coils of the Joker’s “party streamers.” Her ankles and knees were held tightly together by several inches of the colorful coils and part of her bare mid-riff was also wrapped in a generous layer of the plastic.
With a great flourish of style, Bubbles pulled a long purple scarf from between her bosoms. she waved it ceremonially in the air before
Bubbles stood up stood up and put on an identical hat. There was no way the hat could contain the swirls of purple hair and so it sat precariously perched on the woman’s head. She leaned over and gave Barbara a peck on the forehead before climbing down to join The Joker.
“I think you’ve heard of a Dunk-the-Fool, and so I don’t need to explain the game in too much detail. Needless to say, if I hit yon’ target the slide will drop and you will go into a giant meat grinder!!! Hoo Hoo!!! and we’ll have the last laugh on you!!!” He gave a theatrical wind-up and let fly with the first ball.
Barbara winced as the ball thudded against the tarp backstop. Bubbles squealed “BALL ONE! Low and to the outside!”
The Joker just laughed with joy. He would never hit target on the first pitch, he enjoyed the theatrics and the suspense too much. He wound up for another pitch. He shot the ball at the target with all his might. There was another ‘THUD’ as the ball hit the backstop.
“BALL TWO!” Shouted bubbles, giggling with excitement. The Joker immediately picked up another ball and heaved it at the target.
“BALL THREE!” Bubbles was beside herself with anticipation. She rubbed her hands up and down her stockinged thighs, fidgeting in excitement.
“I’ll tell you what Batgirl. If I miss this pitch, I’ll let you go.” He tossed the ball up in the in a mock display of sportsmanship. Bubbles leaned over and gave Joker an admiring kiss on the cheek.
Barbara was too involved in struggling to slip her bonds to dignify the Joker with a reply.
Before she knew what was happening there was another thud against the backstop and another round of laughter from Bubbles and the Joker.
“Well, I guess I’d better let you down,” the Joker laughed. His next pitch was followed by a loudly clanging bell.
“JUST KIDDING! ! !” The bottom of the ramp fell away as Barbara started sliding feet first down the ramp. She was just able to lift her head in time to see her legs clear the end of the chute. Before she could let out a muffled scream she was falling uncontrolled through space.
Barbara landed with tremendous splash and her body thudded heavily against a thick plexiglass window. The Joker and Bubbles were standing at the glass looking in. The Joker had his arms wrapped Bubbles waist. The water was only three feet deep. But with her arms, ankles and knees tied, Barbara had to struggle to keep her head above the foamy water.
“Sorry Batgirl! I was Just kidding about the meat grinder too!” Bubbles giggled merrily at the Joker’s prank. “I wouldn’t have minded watching a mechanical munching of your meddling muff, but I promised to let my dear sweet Laurel devised your untimely demise.”
Barbara tried to get a balanced footing on the bottom of the shallow pool. the bottom and sides were extremely slick and she could barely keep herself from slipping under the water.
The Joker’s hands had moved up from around Bubbles’ waist and disappeared into the plunging neckline of her sequined dress.
“Ha ha Batgirl! If standing up seems a little difficult, it might be because your in a tank filled with four hundred gallons of dish soap. You might say that you’re stuck at the bottom of a slippery slope. . .” Joker tugged ruthlessly at Bubbles’ nipple which was soon exposed. Bubbles wriggled sensually under the pain of Joker’s touch. She arched her head backwards to kiss him. Barbara could see her tongue darting out to meet his hideously painted mouth.
Joker’s free hand moved down over the front of the sequined dress, as it reached his cohort’s pubis he pushed it aggressively into her. The two ground together in a sickening rhythm of debauchery.
Barbara could see Bubbles glancing at her from the corner of her eye, watching and enjoying as the heroine struggled to keep her head above the soapy liquid. “Oooh, Jokesy, I think this may be the best orgasm ever!!!”
“Ahhh! But my dear, the lovely Batgirl doesn’t know the half it yet.” He released the damp stained crotch of Bubbles’ dress and undid his own trousers. He fumbled to get the pants to the floor. Barbara struggled to get the traction with heels of her boots. Eventually she found a stable position with her back to tank wall and the edge of one heel hooked in a narrow seem on the bottom of the tank. Her gag was soaking from the liquid and had swollen inside her mouth, causing it to ache bitterly. She gasped for air around the edge of gag and her nose.
“Good news, bad news, Batgirl,” The joker croaked as pushed his dick into his accomplis from behind. The good news is that you can probably find positions that keep your head above the soapy death.” He chuckled at his own cleverness, “the bad news is we’ve taped a dozen of my mini-Joy buzzers all over your body!!! Hee Hee!! If you stay still for more than twelve seconds, they’ll send you into an orgasmic orbit.”
Almost on cue in, Barbara was racked with a series of painful shocks. One of them centered on the edge of her pubis another burned at her left nipple. She convulsed briefly and slipped back, struggling into the sudsy death. The pain reminded Batgirl of the sharp claws of Catwoman digging into her flesh. The pressure was intense but they never actually broke the skin, she just had the painful sensation that they would any second.
Barbara pulled ad at her arms and tried to kick her legs out, desperately seeking a foothold on the bottom. She clenched her eyes tight and fought blindly against the slippery surfaces of the tank. After a few seconds, she wedged a heel of her boot against a seem in the tank. She pushed her head out of the suds only to see Joker thrusting deeply into Laurel from behind.
Joker was pushing and pulling at Laurel’s breasts with his usual sadistic ferocity as the two criminals watched Batgirl struggle for her few moments of air and survival. The Joker let out another of hideous laughs and Laurel moaned and told her mate that she wanted to feel more of the pain.
Joker obliged by releasing one of her tits and shoving his gloved finger deep into her sex. The head of head of his penis pushing from behind and the course fabric of his gloved hand taring into her pussy made her shout with agony. She started to buck at the end of his dick, being thrown about like a rag doll as the Joker finished off in side her. She bent forward to accept more of his length and trembled in ecstasy.
Barbara’s view of the scene was cut short by the sudden and fiendish pain of the Joker’s Joy Buzzers. This time two strings of them swept down the outside of her labia. The pain felt like a pair of crotch ropes being pulled up between her legs, lifting her off the bottom of the pool. The reality of it was that she was sliding back into the soap with a lurch. She gulped air as her head sloshed beneath the surface. She wasn’t sure which way was up. She kicked and twisted with her bound body. There was no way for her to escape the burning sensation in her sex. The sensitive skin tingled and she felt her legs clamp tight together as if prevent an unwanted probing. But there was nothing she could do to protect herself. The orgasm rushed through like fire. She lay shuddering and struggling at the bottom of the tank. She needed to get back to the surface for air.
When Barbara was able to struggle back to the surface and stuck her head above the froth, sputtering for air, she saw Joker easing himself from inside the wilting stripper. Bubbles smiled at the struggling heroine.
“It looks like we a had a mass orgasm Jokesy,” she smiled at Barbara. “Was it good for you, too, Bat-dyke?” She pulled her way free of the Joker and walked to the glass. “I would have loved to play with your twat a little bit, clips, clamps and dripping wax. I can be very creative.” She smiled demurely at Barbara. “But we have more crimes to commit. Today is Bruce Wayne’s birthday.”
“Yes and we have a duty to clean out what is left of the Wayne Foundation coffers” Joker was back in high spirits as he stuffed his dick back into his trousers. “I found out through one of my spies that he’s been holding out on the courts. He still has a million or so in uncut gems that he didn’t include in his bankruptcy filing”
“So Bubbles and I are going to make sure that he meets the requirements of the court and relieve him of his assets.” Joker was combing his green hair back from the chaotic mess that it had become during their rough sex to the chaotic mess that he usually kept it in. Laurel Sulfate was also cleaning up, she stripped out of the disheveled dress that the Joker had been groping her through and was pulling on a fresh set of balloons.
As the Joker and Bubbles finished freshening up, Joker turned to Batgirl in her soapy torture tank. “Well Batgirl, I hope that our little trap isn’t causing you undo stress.” Bubbles pulled up next him, fitting a platinum blond wig on her head. “But if does, here’s a little something for your tummy.”
Bubbles reached up and grabbed large ring suspended from the ceiling and gave it a sharp tug. Barbara was to busy struggling to pull her wrists free and to maintain her footing before the next deadly onslaught of the electrified joy buzzers raped her.
Suddenly from above came what Barbara at first thought were hubcaps. One of the disks clipped her shoulder as it crashed into the soapy brew, knocking Barbara from her precarious balance and once again to the bottom of the slippery tank. The second disk splashed into the tank a few inches farther away.
Barbara gasped and sputtered in surprise as she tried to regain her footing on the bottom of the tank. She brought her head out of the sudsy liquid and tried to blink the soap from her eyes. She could barely see, but something immediately told her that there had been a change in the tank.
The water had seemed to have come alive. Before there was the sloshing and fizz of soapsuds being created and popped by her struggles against the tight bonds and the raping buzzers, but now the tank was alive with a hissing and bubbling that muffled the sloshing water and even the Joker’s maniacal laugh.
“Hoo hoo! Batgirl! Don’t you love a good seltzer bottle?” Barbara turned in horror to see what the joker was talking about. She was sucking hard on the thick cleave gag that had swollen in the soapy brine. She could see that Joker had his arms wrapped tightly about Bubbles abdomen and as he squeezed her tightly her round breast breasts were pushed upward.
“My dearest Laurel, knows that I have a soft spot for the old standards and she decided to incorporate that one into your diabolical demise.” His tongue disappeared briefly into Bubbles’ ear until she turned return his kiss. Joker probed the stripper’s mouth with his tongue as Barbara tried to gain enough of a footing to hear what the two fiends had in store. The more she knew about the trap the more likely she could come up with an effective counter measure.
Laurel pulled away from the Joker and looked at Barbara. Her lips were wet from the heavy petting that she and the Joker had engaged in. Her eyes had a soft and dreamy glow, Barbara thought. Barbara recognized it instantly, it was love. Or lust maybe. And it was directed not at her partner, but at Batgirl.
Barbara immediately felt a chill come across her. This beautiful young stripper really was the Joker’s soul-mate. Like the Joker, to her murder was not just professional reality, or even a sensuous act (like she had seen in many other homicidal maniacs), it was an art of torture, a play in the theater of base human acts.
Bubbles put her small hand on the back of the Joker’s white glove and guided it down her body to her damp crotch. Joker needed no encouragement, as he ground his hand deeply into her sex and slid his erection into her from arrears he laughed.
“Those two dinner plates are actually giant seltzer tablets, my Dear Batgirl! And as they dissolve into the your bathing tank they are producing carbon dioxide gas, Hee- hee, and as the gas is released it forms bubbles and as the bubbles get deeper, your bat-dasious little body is going to get slowly covered in Laurel’s lethal bubble bath. When they cover your head you can choose to fight to the last and suffocate in them or perhaps the Joy buzzers will make you slip and you can drown while cumming at the bottom of the tub.”
“I always found bubble baths so sensuously wicked, don’t you Batgirl?” Laurel Sulfate was staring at Barbara with an unsettling mix lust and love that for the moment eclipsed Barbara’s fear of the Joker’s own sick perversions. The Joker, meanwhile was engrossed in his rough and rhythmic penetrations of his moll.
Barbara, feeling the bubbles sweeping up over her body, renewed her struggles against her bonds. The bubbles tingled against as they burst to the surface, adding to the foamy layer that was suddenly building up around her. She had lost track of the time while The Joker and Bubbles gloated over her dire peril. Suddenly a fresh set of Buzzers sprang into action, one at the head of her labia and the other pressed at the soft base of her inner thigh.
The intensity of the sensation was unexpectedly intense and Barbara’s knees buckled as her body shivered in ecstasy. Her head dipped under the surface as she let out a deep moan through her gag.
HOLY BATH TIME BONDAGE! BATGIRL BOUND AND GAGGED IN BUBBLE’S BONDAGE BATH!! WILL BATGIRL BE ABLE TO MAKE A CLEAN BREAK OR IS SHE ALL WASHED UP??? WILL THE JOKER AND BUBBLES BE ABLE TO MAKE A CLEAN GET AWAY???? WHAT FUN IS BARBARA’S BATH WITH OUT HER USUAL SHOWER MASSAGE????
FIND OUT NEXT MONTH,
SAME BAT-URL
SAME BAT-TIME
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Batgirl vs. The Joker
Chapter Two-Bubbles’ Bath
by S. Sneakly ([email protected])
Barbara floundered under the surface of the bubble bath. Under water the dissolving seltzer tablets roared like a freight train in her ears. With her legs tied at the knees and ankles, it was all she could do to get her heels planted on the bottom of the slippery tub. Barbara had to porpoise kick to get her head to the surface and then bring her feet underneath.
It seemed like forever and her lungs were about to burst when Barbara was at last able to push her head above the layer of suds. She coughed and snorted trying to clear the soap from her eyes, nose and gagged mouth. When her eyes finally blinked open, she realized that the Joker and Bubbles had finished their business and had cleared out. A tell-tale red light glowed from the hollow mouth a carnival clown mouth.
Barbara was alone, but she was being monitored. The question that plagued her was whether there was anyone monitoring the monitor? Or was the Joker making one of his jerk off-tapes while Barbara drowned.
She wasn’t going to dwell on the voyeuristic fetishes of the Joker, or Bubbles for that matter. Barbara wasn’t going to be able to wait for a better time to escape. If the Joker and Bubbles were in the next room watching her struggle while humping each others brains out, then Barbara had no choice but to give them a show.
Her stomach muscles ached from the powerful thrusts of that she need to make to get her on her feet and her head above the soapy water. Each time a set of Joker’s joy buzzers would bring her to a convulsive orgasm, she would fall struggling and kicking back into the suds. Now with the added attraction of the bubbling seltzer tablets, Barbara had to work twice as hard to get her head up to breath. Each minute the layer of bubbles became thicker and deeper, each breath becoming a more and more un-winnable prize.
Barbara tried to evaluate her plight. Her torso was wrapped thoroughly in the thin colorful ribbons of the Joker’s bondage streamers. They weren’t his usual favorite, the constrictor confetti, but they did hold her body in vice like grip. Barbara’s arms were pinned under the layer of ribbon behind her back, just above the elbow. Her wrists were tied in a cross with something extremely tough that she assumed to also be bondage streamers. Her ankles and knees were also tied together. The bindings had been made wide enough to keep maintain a vice like grip, yet it still allowed adequate circulation in her limbs. The Joker and Bubbles probably hoped to maximize the time Barbara would suffer in the tank before drowning.
Each time that Barbara struggled back to the surface she tried to prop herself against the wall of the tank so that she could recover from the searing orgasms, before another series of electric shocks would knock her senseless and back to the bottom of the pool. To call them orgasms was less than accurate, even though Barbara had always liked her sex rough and tumble, these climaxes left the soft tissues of her body feeling as if a thin, light whip had been snapped across them. It was the type of punishment that Catwoman excelled at.
Barbara fought hard to keep her body in constant motion even as she maintained a precarious perch on the slippery bottom of the tank. But it seemed almost useless, no sooner did she start to get her breath back, her body was forced to endure another one of the unnatural orgasms. . .
A thought occurred to Barbara: what if the Joker wasn’t playing it straight? He was a murderer and thief. Why shouldn’t he be a liar too? He had tried to kill her in the past and she escaped. Maybe this time he had hedged his bets by lying to her.
If the joy buzzers weren’t activated by motion, what controlled them? Barbara needed to figure it out and quickly. If she could foil the perpetual rape that the joy buzzers induced, she would be a lot closer to escaping.
Barbara thought hard. An optical sensor outside the tank would work well, except that the rising layer of suds would interfere with it.
What about a sensor glued to her cowl? When her head was out of the water it could start counting down to the next torturous eruption. That was a possibility, but not the only one. Whenever she got her head above water managed to prop herself up against the side of the tank the water level would go down because she would displace less water. That was another possibility.
Just as Barbara reached that conclusion, a series of shocks raced down her inner thighs and terminated at the outer hood of her labia. Barbara’s eyes winced closed and air whistled out between her lips as she was again dunked underwater.
Barbara was just able to regain her composure long enough to formulate a test. If she held her face just out of the water, she would discover if there was a sensor on her or in the tank. She knew the danger was going to be that regardless of the out come, she face would face more of the violent orgasms without hope of being able come up for a breath.
This was going to be her only chance at survival though and she knew that it would only be a matter of time before she would lose the strength to fight for herself. She struggled to the surface and propped herself up. She used all her effort to gulp in huge breaths of air as got ready for the onslaught. The suds covered her face and she could taste them being inhaled. She after three deep breaths, she submerged when she sensed the impending shocks. Once she was submerged she started to wriggling back to her feet. When her head broke out of the suds, she was standing almost straight up. She took a few more deep lungs full of air before starting her experiment.
She moved and twisted her body as best she could, so that her legs were brought under her body and she was resting on her knees. This was by far the easiest position that she had found to control her balance. It would have been ideal except that her head was a good foot below the surface of the soap suds. She leaned her head back so that the water was supporting all of her weight. The soapy mixture made her surprisingly buoyant. As long as she didn’t struggle, her face remained above water.
That was exactly what she couldn’t do, if the sensor actually was motion sensitive, she needed to keep moving to prevent it from activating the next round of sexual torture. Barbara started gyrating her hips in rhythmic cycle that she had learned in a belly dancing class she had taken in college. The warm sudsy waters sloshed around the as the fluid picked up the rhythm of her movements. Her stomach flexed expertly as she tried to take mind off her desire to take a fresh breath of air. She remembered the only two times that she ever belly danced in front of other people.
Once was for Pinky Pinkston, as birthday treat for her lover. The other time was when she was trying to infiltrate the lair of Marsha, Queen of Diamonds. Barbara worked hard at keeping her mind focused, and her head just above the water. Her eyes were closed as her hips ground and swayed under her. She knew that if took a breath amidst the soap bubbles her lungs would fill with the useless and eventually fatal carbon dioxide gas.
Just when Barbara was starting to feel that a fluid level sensor was her problem, the joy buzzers exploded into action. The assault was the worst yet, it felt to Barbara like the Joker and Bubbles were trying to tear her in two. Every Joy buzzer on her body lit up in highly orchestrated assault. She fought to keep control of herself. The life giving air in her lungs fought to escape in gasps of arousal, pain and ecstasy. Her thighs quaked, rigid and highly sensitized to every motion. She rocked back and forth gently with sloshing of the water. She was biting hard into the soap soaked gag, oblivious to the nasty taste of the detergent that filled it. Her lungs burned and her mind swam.
She was on the verge of blacking out when the sensations finally ebbed. She was still kneeling on the bottom of the tank her head lost in a murk of her perverse orgasm. The Joker and Bubbles had done their worst. But, Batgirl was still there and ready to fight.
Barbara struggled to get herself to a standing position, the only way she would be able to get her head above the suds to breath. Still holding her breath, she rolled off her knees and onto her rump. Her body was cramping and the bondage streamers were slowly cutting off the circulation to her hands and feet. She was just able to snake and shimmy her way up the side of the tank using the same types of movements that she had learned in belly dancing class.
Barbara head broke through the layer of foam. She sent a spray of soap out around the edges of her gag as her lungs finally burst from the exhaustion. For a moment her eyes locked on her fleeting reflection on the glass of the tank. Just above her nose was a little purple dot. It was only a half-inch wide, but Barbara knew exactly what it had to be. She tried to control her balance on her bound legs. She was desperately out of breath and time was running out. The shifting liquid pushed her from side to side.
With all of her remaining strength, Barbara slammed her forehead against the plexiglass tank. The tight grip of the Joker’s bondage streamers and her own fatigue led only a weak thud against the glass. She could already feel the light sensation of the Joy buzzers building up for another round of perversions.
Quickly, Barbara slammed her head back against the wall of the tank one more time. The buzzer at the head of her clitoris was already at half strength and Barbara was sure that she would drown if she didn’t get some relief. This time her body moved in synch with sloshing tank of suds. Her head pounded against the glass so hard that she didn’t even feel the tank start to tip. The sloshing liquid and the movement of her body had made the portable dunk tank unstable.
The lightly built frame that held the tank up right could not cope with the mass of shifting liquid inside and buckled, spilling the several hundred gallons of liquid soap, suds and half conscious Batgirl across the warehouse floor. Fortunately for Barbara, the tank had never been designed as a death trap and had been built narrow and deep for ease of transportation.
Barbara hit floor and slid out of the tank like a marooned fish, flopping helplessly in a daze. Her breath sputtered through the gag and she was only vaguely aware that was in the relative safety on the Joker’s lair, bound hand and foot. The one joy buzzer that had been activated before the sensor had been smashed was still buzzing away at the head of Barbara’s clit. Unlike the previous activations, the buzzer was working at half power.
The fatigue of her struggles, the impact of the fall, the self induced bump on the head, near suffocation and the whirring sex toy kept Barbara in a strange half conscious state. Her mind was back in her days of experimentation.
She was in her sophomore year at Gotham State University. Pinky Pinkston had just introduced to the joy of lesbian bondage games. She had recently taken some belly dancing classes, bought the whole harem girl outfit and everything for Pinky’s birthday.
She had been dong some clerking in her father’s office while his secretary was on vacation. Over the course of several weeks weird things had been occurring all over Gotham. Men had been disappearing across the city and then reappearing a week later. No explanations or excuses. Sometimes they were on the brink of ruin when they returned. Others were not. Major crimes would go unsolved and often unreported.
Barbara started tracking the trend by following the paper trail being created in the police archives. She quickly realized that the source of the odd occurrences was Marsha Queen of Diamonds. Marsha was known to use darts with psychotropic drugs to brainwash men to do her bidding.
The drugs, Barbara found, were experimental chemicals produced by the chemical warfare division of Wayne Enterprises. Although they were quite effective against men, they were much less so against females.
Barbara realized that Marsha must have been using large amounts of the drug against an array of people in Gotham’s government and financial institutions to loot the city’s diamond exchange. She also realized that the police department and Batman were probably also compromised.
Working on her own, Barbara started researching the flow of gems and the strange occurrences. She eventually located what she was sure to be Marsha’s hide out, the penthouse suite in the Chump Towers. She discovered that Marsha had been throwing gala parties almost nightly.
The next scheduled party was in honor of Babylonian Ambassador and his wife, Jewelle Verucke. Through an advert in the paper, Barbara was hired as a backup dancer for the night’s entertainment of middle-eastern dance and music.
Flush with the success of her research and totally lacking in experience as a crime fighter, Barbara was caught in Marsha’s private dressing room by one of the Queen of Diamonds booby-trapped cupids.
Before Barbara knew what was happening, she woke tied up on the apartment’s main dining table. The party was long over and the guests gone.
Marsha tied Barbara much more tightly than Pinky ever had, in a position that was agonizing even to a naturally limber athlete like Barbara.
She was still dressed in the thin chiffon of her Harem girl outfit, the lining bra and panties had been removed so that her nipples and kitty were clearly visible through the shear material. Her hands and elbows were tied behind her back. She was lying on top of them on the cold hard table. A loop of rope was pulled tight around Barbara’s waist. One end of the ran down her stomach and passed between her spread thighs. A strategically placed knot pushed itself against her clitoris as the rope wound its way across her sex and behind her. It looped over her bound elbows and down between her wrists across the massive table, where it was anchored. The ropes were a silky smooth nylon, and had been drawn tight as a piano cord.
But this was not what was causing her the greatest pain. Marsh had tied Barbara’s ankles back to her thighs and then run ropes from each ankle up to the head of the table, Barbara’s entire weight was supported by feet, knees and shoulders at the center vast oak table.
Barbara’s sex was pushed up by her arching back and the ropes that pulled her ankles back to her thighs dug into her skin, chaffing through the thin fabric of her harem pants. The thick cotton packing in her mouth was held in place the silk scarf that had acted as her veil. It was wound twice around her head and tied tightly in back.
Barbara was totally immobilized. When Marsha finally sauntered in wearing her usual pillbox hat and mink coat, Barbara was only barely able to turn her head to see her captor. She was on her way out of town.
After pillaging the elite of Gotham for more than a month, Marsha had decided that if one person had come around snooping there soon would be more. Marsha sat on the edge of the table, waxing poetic about the success of plans to bilk the rich of their diamonds and jewels. She sat next to Barbara, stroking her hair and admiring the resourcefulness of a young coed to almost catching a major criminal like her. She let her hands wander across the thin fabric covering Barbara’s tautly drawn body.
But the Queen of Diamonds was there to say good-bye, not to play. She was on her way out of town. She gave Barbara a quick kiss and lifted the girls head so that she could see all the way down the table to the end.
At the edge of the table was the motorized scrubber from the bottom of the lavish apartment’s pool. It was a simple device that crawled along the bottom of the pool on caterpillar track, cleaning off the algae that accumulates. The scrubber was hooked to the rope that went up through Barbara’s wrists, elbows and back to her crotch and to her around her waist.
Mounted on top on the tractor was a small high speed electric motor, turning a steel disk. Marsha relished her moments explaining that the edge of the disk had been fitted with a diamond necklace she had acquired, but did not seriously fancy.
Instead of fencing or re-cutting the stones, Marsha was going to let the stones cut Barbara.
Marsha slipped off the table and flipped the power switch as she left the room, never looking back to see what happened to her young captive.
The jury-rigged diamond saw was a monstrosity of bad design. The whirring blade was unbalanced and vibrated so much that whole table shook like an earthquake. The taunt rope hummed and rang like an over tightened guitar string. The vibrations fed up the rope to the knot tied over Barbara’s sex, which was only protected by the thin veil of silk.
The rubber treads of the pool scrubber had excellent traction on the highly polished wood table, but in was unable to stay in a straight line. It was constantly veering from one side to the other pulling the line even tight. When the line became too tight, the front end of the machine would be pulled back into towards its intended target.
Barbara had been playing sex games with Pinky Pinkston for several months and had discovered the joys of helpless submission to another woman. But, as the buzzing saw trundled and vibrated its way down the table, Barbara found a new level of intensity that was a magnitude beyond all her other experiences.
She pulled and fought like a demon to slip free of the ropes. She was terrified and totally absorbed at the same time. Even in over air-conditioned confines of the dining room she was drenched in sweat, the remnants of her silk harem outfit clung to her as if they had been painted on. Her areola swelled and her nipples stood at full attention. The adrenaline rush of danger was like heroine to Barbara. She had always been an excitement freak, in love with dangerous sports and dangerous sex.
Here she was getting both, in double doses. Even as she fought to slip out of the ropes she started coming. Orgasm after orgasm raced through her. In the ten minutes the little machine inched up the table, getting closer and closer with blade blowing cool air across her damp body, she must have come twenty times.
Just as Barbara began to think she might die of exhaustion before the blade got her, it succumb to its poor design. The blade shook apart and sprayed the diamonds and bits of plastic and metal from machines casing all around the room. A few bits of shrapnel tore through rope that had been guiding the saw towards her.
With the tension gone from her wrists, Barbara was able to work herself free from the rest of her bondage and she was eventually able to escape.
Scared and exhausted, she made it home. She never told anyone about that close call, except Pinky. Pinky was also an action junky, but had gotten her kicks in the safe confines of her mansion boudoir and the dangerous, if not lethal, board rooms of Gotham.
She and Pinky had long since gone her separate way and Barbara had never told her about how much she craved the intensity of her close call. When college resumed, Barbara switched her major to pre-law.
Barbara didn’t know how long she had been in the twighlight realm of semi-consciousness thinking about Marsha, Queen of Diamonds. Her exhaustion and the purring Joy buzzer had distorted all sense of time. It must have been quite a while, because the sun sunlight filtering through the high smudgy windows of the warehouse had taken on the softness of afternoon.
The battery on the Joy buzzer was completely spent and the only thing that remained was the oversensatization of the skin around it. It reminded her of when she was a teenager and masterbated to excess. It was sore, but in senuous sort of way. If she played with her self anymore, she would climb to a quick, but not very fullfilling orgasm.
She was still held tightly by the Joker’s strands of bondage confetti. Her arms had fallen asleep behind her. Fortunately, as she lay on the floor, passed out, her legs had been out straight in a much more natural position. She started rolling herself back and forth over her arms to get the blood flowing again. She was briefly worried that the restricted blood flow might cause permenant damage. Luckily, some flexing and struggling brought the distinct feelings of pins and needles that told her she would be okay.
The course condrete flooring gave her toes some traction as she started to worm her way across the room. Barbara didn’t have a distinct destination in mind, but she did hope tha that the scraping of her body against the rough surface would eventually grind through the outer layers of confetti.
It took several minutes before Barbara was able to acquire some play in the material. Within five minutes she was able squirm to a sitting position and pickup a shard of the broken tank and begin cutting herself free.
Barbara worked furiously as her strength returned. Bubbles and Joker must have already finished their latest heist. The Joker always got sadistic and horny after a successful job. He and Bubbles would certainly want to return the warehouse to see if Batgirl had drowned in the suds as they planned.
If Barbara wasn’t free by the time they came through the door she it would be Joker’s turn to engineer some sort of torture device. And this time he would have the luxury of time to see that it was able to operate to its lethal capacity.
Barbara sawed furiously at her bonds. The jagged plexiglass was not nearly as sharp as real glass, but it was better than rolling around on the floor. The gloves of her costume made life a little easier. She was able to have a solid grip while she hacked away at her bonds.
The Joker’s bondage streamers were tough and they held tight and flat around Barbara’s body. Trying to get them off had its own hazards. As she sliced at them she tore and cut the fabric of outfit, occasionally nicking herself in the process. Each layer of the plastic streamers peeled away with agonizing slowness. Barbara felt in the pit of her stomach that she wouldn’t make it.
It was getting dark out when the last few strands were peeled off her body. Barbara felt disgusting and tired. The soap had matted her hair down and dried into an unsavory paste over the entirety of her body. Her outfit was shredded and the dirt of the factory floor had embedded itself in the gluey layer of dried soap.
The fading sun was creating an orange glow inside the warehouse. Barbara was just picking herself up and contemplating what to do next. She was in no shape to slug it out with Joker and Bubbles. She knew that if she left before they returned, they would be gone before she could come back with help. If she stayed she would have to face two lethally sadistic opponents on their own turf.
Before Barbara had a chance to make up her mind about what she ought to do, fate made it up for her. The empty street rang with the unmistakable racket of the Joker-mobile pulling into the truck port.
Barbara knew that she didn’t have the strength to climb the wall of warehouse and out the skylight. The rest of the exits were locked and probably booby trapped anyway.
Looking around the room, Barbara had an idea. To get the drop on the Joker, she needed to know exactly where he would be standing. As quick as she could, Barbara ran to the ladder Bubbles had climbed to fondle Barbara at the top of the “Dunk the Fool.” She slipped into the trough of the slide and clung to the slick edges, waiting until Joker and Bubbles gave Batgirl’s escape a closer look.
“Honest, Jokesy, his dingle looked like it had been run through a sausage grinder.” Without an audience Bubbles come-hither voice had reverted to its natural nasal-born-in-Crooklyn-whine. “ I don’t know what that freak does in private. But, it’s a lot scankier than the shit I like. And you know what a perv I am.”
“Yes, pooksey, you are one sick little girl.” The Joker’s voice was getting louder as the two moved through the empty building towards the bondage trap where they had left Barbara.
The joker laughed, “yes, well let’s see what happened to your lady friend. She should be all washed up by now.” The joker hooted at his own sick humor. “Batgirl should be dead by now. In any case we got will we went there for, Bruce Wayne is now in compliance with a court order to turn over all his assets. Except now, he turned them all turned it all over to me.”
“To US you mean, Jokesy.” Barbara could a glimmer of mistrust in Bubbles voice. She didn’t trust Joker. And from Joker’s repeated slights and slips, she had good reason.
The Joker stopped in his tracks. “Gad-zooks! What have we here! It seems Batgirl has given your bondage bath trap the slip, my soapy sadist.”
Barbara could hear the Joker kicking the chunks of the broken dunk tank with his foot, as if to see if Batgirl was hiding under the remains of glass.
Barbara wanted to get the drop on both of them at once, but Bubbles didn’t answer the Joker. It was now or never, if Barbara didn’t take down the Joker now, another opportunity might not present itself.
Letting go of the sides of the slide, Barbara started down towards the end of the ramp. Without the bondage and death trap awaiting her at the bottom, Barbara had to fight back the desire to let out a whooping cheer.
Clearing the end of the slide, Barbara got beautiful view of the Joker’s face illuminated with surprise. His garish clown make-up made his expression even more memorable as Barbara’s heeled boots made contact with his head.
Barbara landed on the floor in a controlled roll. She immediately turned to face the Joker, only to see him crumpled on the floor, out cold and blood gushing from his broken nose.
The loud clacking of high-heeled pumps on the floor alerted Barbara that Bubbles was not planning to save her boy friend.
Barbara was after her in a second. She saw the stripper, now dressed in a orange wig and trench coat, running at top speed towards the door. Her arms flayed under the weight of a briefcase filled with the days plunder. As she passed through the door, she grabbed a rope that hung from one of the giant industrial shelve so common in warehouses.
Barbara was stopped up short by the groaning of weak metal giving way. A row of plastic barrels lining the top shelf came crashing down all at once. At first Barbara was worried that the barrels might contain a caustic agent, but she soon realized they were filled with the same soapy fluid that Bubbles had used in her bondage trap. When the barrels hit the floor, they exploded from the force, spraying the area with a thick layer of the goo.
Sliding to a stop on her rear end, Barbara could hear Bubbles laughing as she ran. “Thanks for all the fun, Jokesy. I really had a blast! And Batgirl, I’ll be keeping an eye out for you! Maybe I’ll get the chance to give you a private bath!”
Realizing that she risked losing the Joker if she followed Bubbles, Barbara picked herself off the floor and gingerly waded through the slimy mess of soap to where the joker lay. He was just starting to come around when Barbara snapped a pair of bat-cuffs.
Pulling the dazed crook from the floor, he smiled a malevolent grin and said, “ I looks like Bubbles gave you the slip, Batgirl.” He gave a half-hearted chuckle, his face and make-up coated mustache crusted with blood.
Just then Barbara noticed a black wire dangling from the Joker’s pocket. Out of curiosity, she tugged it out of his pocket.
“It looks more like SHE gave you the slip, Jokesy-Pooh.” Barbara beamed. Hanging at the end of the wire was a black button with a yellow bat emblem on it. Bruce Wayne must have stuffed the micro transmitter inside the briefcase that Joker and Bubbles used for clearing out Bruce’s office. Bubbles probably found it on the way back to the hide out and decided she would get rid of her partner before he got rid of her.
“Curses, Batgirl! That’s the last time I trust some bubble-headed broad as a partner, and I was going to whack her myself tomorrow.” He leered at Barbara. “It was going to be almost as much fun as trying to do you.”
The wail of approaching police sirens surprised both Barbara and the Joker. Chief O’Hara’s men were being uncharacteristically prompt. Barbara was also surprised that Batman and a fawning TV crew weren’t set up before the police were on the scene. batman wasn’t one to give up the limelight unless he had something valuable at stake. Barbara wondered what Bubbles had just stolen from Bruce Wayne that would get Batman to risk missing a photo op.
Before she could finish her thought, Chief O’Hara and two other cops were skating through the door and collapsing in the enormous lake of detergent that covered the floor.
Barbara had almost finished escorting the Joker to the loading dock outside when O’Hara finally escaped the soapy swamp.
“Saints preserve us, Batgirl, is he already gone?” Barbara knew what O’Hara meant, but it was to painful to admit to herself.
“Who, Chief?” She said in doe-eyed sort of way.
“Batman.” Barbara wondered why she even bothered to play along. Probably because her father had relied on this man for twenty-five years. She sometimes thought that he couldn’t have always been this dumb. Perhaps Batman had demonstrated some wonder toy on him that cut off the flow of oxygen to the brain or he let O’Hara sit to close the reactor in the Bat-cave. Thinking back, Barbara couldn’t be sure. She remembered him at dinner when she was a kid, ‘Yeah, I guess he was.’
She pushed the Joker towards the two flat foots. “I don’t know Chief, I haven’t seen him.”
“Isn’t that just like him? So modest. Take this scum o’ the earth away, boys.”
FINIS
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Batgirl vs. The Joker
Chapter Two-Bubbles’ Bath
by S. Sneakly ([email protected])
Barbara floundered under the surface of the bubble bath. Under water the dissolving seltzer tablets roared like a freight train in her ears. With her legs tied at the knees and ankles, it was all she could do to get her heels planted on the bottom of the slippery tub. Barbara had to porpoise kick to get her head to the surface and then bring her feet underneath.
It seemed like forever and her lungs were about to burst when Barbara was at last able to push her head above the layer of suds. She coughed and snorted trying to clear the soap from her eyes, nose and gagged mouth. When her eyes finally blinked open, she realized that the Joker and Bubbles had finished their business and had cleared out. A tell-tale red light glowed from the hollow mouth a carnival clown mouth.
Barbara was alone, but she was being monitored. The question that plagued her was whether there was anyone monitoring the monitor? Or was the Joker making one of his jerk off-tapes while Barbara drowned.
She wasn’t going to dwell on the voyeuristic fetishes of the Joker, or Bubbles for that matter. Barbara wasn’t going to be able to wait for a better time to escape. If the Joker and Bubbles were in the next room watching her struggle while humping each others brains out, then Barbara had no choice but to give them a show.
Her stomach muscles ached from the powerful thrusts of that she need to make to get her on her feet and her head above the soapy water. Each time a set of Joker’s joy buzzers would bring her to a convulsive orgasm, she would fall struggling and kicking back into the suds. Now with the added attraction of the bubbling seltzer tablets, Barbara had to work twice as hard to get her head up to breath. Each minute the layer of bubbles became thicker and deeper, each breath becoming a more and more un-winnable prize.
Barbara tried to evaluate her plight. Her torso was wrapped thoroughly in the thin colorful ribbons of the Joker’s bondage streamers. They weren’t his usual favorite, the constrictor confetti, but they did hold her body in vice like grip. Barbara’s arms were pinned under the layer of ribbon behind her back, just above the elbow. Her wrists were tied in a cross with something extremely tough that she assumed to also be bondage streamers. Her ankles and knees were also tied together. The bindings had been made wide enough to keep maintain a vice like grip, yet it still allowed adequate circulation in her limbs. The Joker and Bubbles probably hoped to maximize the time Barbara would suffer in the tank before drowning.
Each time that Barbara struggled back to the surface she tried to prop herself against the wall of the tank so that she could recover from the searing orgasms, before another series of electric shocks would knock her senseless and back to the bottom of the pool. To call them orgasms was less than accurate, even though Barbara had always liked her sex rough and tumble, these climaxes left the soft tissues of her body feeling as if a thin, light whip had been snapped across them. It was the type of punishment that Catwoman excelled at.
Barbara fought hard to keep her body in constant motion even as she maintained a precarious perch on the slippery bottom of the tank. But it seemed almost useless, no sooner did she start to get her breath back, her body was forced to endure another one of the unnatural orgasms. . .
A thought occurred to Barbara: what if the Joker wasn’t playing it straight? He was a murderer and thief. Why shouldn’t he be a liar too? He had tried to kill her in the past and she escaped. Maybe this time he had hedged his bets by lying to her.
If the joy buzzers weren’t activated by motion, what controlled them? Barbara needed to figure it out and quickly. If she could foil the perpetual rape that the joy buzzers induced, she would be a lot closer to escaping.
Barbara thought hard. An optical sensor outside the tank would work well, except that the rising layer of suds would interfere with it.
What about a sensor glued to her cowl? When her head was out of the water it could start counting down to the next torturous eruption. That was a possibility, but not the only one. Whenever she got her head above water managed to prop herself up against the side of the tank the water level would go down because she would displace less water. That was another possibility.
Just as Barbara reached that conclusion, a series of shocks raced down her inner thighs and terminated at the outer hood of her labia. Barbara’s eyes winced closed and air whistled out between her lips as she was again dunked underwater.
Barbara was just able to regain her composure long enough to formulate a test. If she held her face just out of the water, she would discover if there was a sensor on her or in the tank. She knew the danger was going to be that regardless of the out come, she face would face more of the violent orgasms without hope of being able come up for a breath.
This was going to be her only chance at survival though and she knew that it would only be a matter of time before she would lose the strength to fight for herself. She struggled to the surface and propped herself up. She used all her effort to gulp in huge breaths of air as got ready for the onslaught. The suds covered her face and she could taste them being inhaled. She after three deep breaths, she submerged when she sensed the impending shocks. Once she was submerged she started to wriggling back to her feet. When her head broke out of the suds, she was standing almost straight up. She took a few more deep lungs full of air before starting her experiment.
She moved and twisted her body as best she could, so that her legs were brought under her body and she was resting on her knees. This was by far the easiest position that she had found to control her balance. It would have been ideal except that her head was a good foot below the surface of the soap suds. She leaned her head back so that the water was supporting all of her weight. The soapy mixture made her surprisingly buoyant. As long as she didn’t struggle, her face remained above water.
That was exactly what she couldn’t do, if the sensor actually was motion sensitive, she needed to keep moving to prevent it from activating the next round of sexual torture. Barbara started gyrating her hips in rhythmic cycle that she had learned in a belly dancing class she had taken in college. The warm sudsy waters sloshed around the as the fluid picked up the rhythm of her movements. Her stomach flexed expertly as she tried to take mind off her desire to take a fresh breath of air. She remembered the only two times that she ever belly danced in front of other people.
Once was for Pinky Pinkston, as birthday treat for her lover. The other time was when she was trying to infiltrate the lair of Marsha, Queen of Diamonds. Barbara worked hard at keeping her mind focused, and her head just above the water. Her eyes were closed as her hips ground and swayed under her. She knew that if took a breath amidst the soap bubbles her lungs would fill with the useless and eventually fatal carbon dioxide gas.
Just when Barbara was starting to feel that a fluid level sensor was her problem, the joy buzzers exploded into action. The assault was the worst yet, it felt to Barbara like the Joker and Bubbles were trying to tear her in two. Every Joy buzzer on her body lit up in highly orchestrated assault. She fought to keep control of herself. The life giving air in her lungs fought to escape in gasps of arousal, pain and ecstasy. Her thighs quaked, rigid and highly sensitized to every motion. She rocked back and forth gently with sloshing of the water. She was biting hard into the soap soaked gag, oblivious to the nasty taste of the detergent that filled it. Her lungs burned and her mind swam.
She was on the verge of blacking out when the sensations finally ebbed. She was still kneeling on the bottom of the tank her head lost in a murk of her perverse orgasm. The Joker and Bubbles had done their worst. But, Batgirl was still there and ready to fight.
Barbara struggled to get herself to a standing position, the only way she would be able to get her head above the suds to breath. Still holding her breath, she rolled off her knees and onto her rump. Her body was cramping and the bondage streamers were slowly cutting off the circulation to her hands and feet. She was just able to snake and shimmy her way up the side of the tank using the same types of movements that she had learned in belly dancing class.
Barbara head broke through the layer of foam. She sent a spray of soap out around the edges of her gag as her lungs finally burst from the exhaustion. For a moment her eyes locked on her fleeting reflection on the glass of the tank. Just above her nose was a little purple dot. It was only a half-inch wide, but Barbara knew exactly what it had to be. She tried to control her balance on her bound legs. She was desperately out of breath and time was running out. The shifting liquid pushed her from side to side.
With all of her remaining strength, Barbara slammed her forehead against the plexiglass tank. The tight grip of the Joker’s bondage streamers and her own fatigue led only a weak thud against the glass. She could already feel the light sensation of the Joy buzzers building up for another round of perversions.
Quickly, Barbara slammed her head back against the wall of the tank one more time. The buzzer at the head of her clitoris was already at half strength and Barbara was sure that she would drown if she didn’t get some relief. This time her body moved in synch with sloshing tank of suds. Her head pounded against the glass so hard that she didn’t even feel the tank start to tip. The sloshing liquid and the movement of her body had made the portable dunk tank unstable.
The lightly built frame that held the tank up right could not cope with the mass of shifting liquid inside and buckled, spilling the several hundred gallons of liquid soap, suds and half conscious Batgirl across the warehouse floor. Fortunately for Barbara, the tank had never been designed as a death trap and had been built narrow and deep for ease of transportation.
Barbara hit floor and slid out of the tank like a marooned fish, flopping helplessly in a daze. Her breath sputtered through the gag and she was only vaguely aware that was in the relative safety on the Joker’s lair, bound hand and foot. The one joy buzzer that had been activated before the sensor had been smashed was still buzzing away at the head of Barbara’s clit. Unlike the previous activations, the buzzer was working at half power.
The fatigue of her struggles, the impact of the fall, the self induced bump on the head, near suffocation and the whirring sex toy kept Barbara in a strange half conscious state. Her mind was back in her days of experimentation.
She was in her sophomore year at Gotham State University. Pinky Pinkston had just introduced to the joy of lesbian bondage games. She had recently taken some belly dancing classes, bought the whole harem girl outfit and everything for Pinky’s birthday.
She had been dong some clerking in her father’s office while his secretary was on vacation. Over the course of several weeks weird things had been occurring all over Gotham. Men had been disappearing across the city and then reappearing a week later. No explanations or excuses. Sometimes they were on the brink of ruin when they returned. Others were not. Major crimes would go unsolved and often unreported.
Barbara started tracking the trend by following the paper trail being created in the police archives. She quickly realized that the source of the odd occurrences was Marsha Queen of Diamonds. Marsha was known to use darts with psychotropic drugs to brainwash men to do her bidding.
The drugs, Barbara found, were experimental chemicals produced by the chemical warfare division of Wayne Enterprises. Although they were quite effective against men, they were much less so against females.
Barbara realized that Marsha must have been using large amounts of the drug against an array of people in Gotham’s government and financial institutions to loot the city’s diamond exchange. She also realized that the police department and Batman were probably also compromised.
Working on her own, Barbara started researching the flow of gems and the strange occurrences. She eventually located what she was sure to be Marsha’s hide out, the penthouse suite in the Chump Towers. She discovered that Marsha had been throwing gala parties almost nightly.
The next scheduled party was in honor of Babylonian Ambassador and his wife, Jewelle Verucke. Through an advert in the paper, Barbara was hired as a backup dancer for the night’s entertainment of middle-eastern dance and music.
Flush with the success of her research and totally lacking in experience as a crime fighter, Barbara was caught in Marsha’s private dressing room by one of the Queen of Diamonds booby-trapped cupids.
Before Barbara knew what was happening, she woke tied up on the apartment’s main dining table. The party was long over and the guests gone.
Marsha tied Barbara much more tightly than Pinky ever had, in a position that was agonizing even to a naturally limber athlete like Barbara.
She was still dressed in the thin chiffon of her Harem girl outfit, the lining bra and panties had been removed so that her nipples and kitty were clearly visible through the shear material. Her hands and elbows were tied behind her back. She was lying on top of them on the cold hard table. A loop of rope was pulled tight around Barbara’s waist. One end of the ran down her stomach and passed between her spread thighs. A strategically placed knot pushed itself against her clitoris as the rope wound its way across her sex and behind her. It looped over her bound elbows and down between her wrists across the massive table, where it was anchored. The ropes were a silky smooth nylon, and had been drawn tight as a piano cord.
But this was not what was causing her the greatest pain. Marsh had tied Barbara’s ankles back to her thighs and then run ropes from each ankle up to the head of the table, Barbara’s entire weight was supported by feet, knees and shoulders at the center vast oak table.
Barbara’s sex was pushed up by her arching back and the ropes that pulled her ankles back to her thighs dug into her skin, chaffing through the thin fabric of her harem pants. The thick cotton packing in her mouth was held in place the silk scarf that had acted as her veil. It was wound twice around her head and tied tightly in back.
Barbara was totally immobilized. When Marsha finally sauntered in wearing her usual pillbox hat and mink coat, Barbara was only barely able to turn her head to see her captor. She was on her way out of town.
After pillaging the elite of Gotham for more than a month, Marsha had decided that if one person had come around snooping there soon would be more. Marsha sat on the edge of the table, waxing poetic about the success of plans to bilk the rich of their diamonds and jewels. She sat next to Barbara, stroking her hair and admiring the resourcefulness of a young coed to almost catching a major criminal like her. She let her hands wander across the thin fabric covering Barbara’s tautly drawn body.
But the Queen of Diamonds was there to say good-bye, not to play. She was on her way out of town. She gave Barbara a quick kiss and lifted the girls head so that she could see all the way down the table to the end.
At the edge of the table was the motorized scrubber from the bottom of the lavish apartment’s pool. It was a simple device that crawled along the bottom of the pool on caterpillar track, cleaning off the algae that accumulates. The scrubber was hooked to the rope that went up through Barbara’s wrists, elbows and back to her crotch and to her around her waist.
Mounted on top on the tractor was a small high speed electric motor, turning a steel disk. Marsha relished her moments explaining that the edge of the disk had been fitted with a diamond necklace she had acquired, but did not seriously fancy.
Instead of fencing or re-cutting the stones, Marsha was going to let the stones cut Barbara.
Marsha slipped off the table and flipped the power switch as she left the room, never looking back to see what happened to her young captive.
The jury-rigged diamond saw was a monstrosity of bad design. The whirring blade was unbalanced and vibrated so much that whole table shook like an earthquake. The taunt rope hummed and rang like an over tightened guitar string. The vibrations fed up the rope to the knot tied over Barbara’s sex, which was only protected by the thin veil of silk.
The rubber treads of the pool scrubber had excellent traction on the highly polished wood table, but in was unable to stay in a straight line. It was constantly veering from one side to the other pulling the line even tight. When the line became too tight, the front end of the machine would be pulled back into towards its intended target.
Barbara had been playing sex games with Pinky Pinkston for several months and had discovered the joys of helpless submission to another woman. But, as the buzzing saw trundled and vibrated its way down the table, Barbara found a new level of intensity that was a magnitude beyond all her other experiences.
She pulled and fought like a demon to slip free of the ropes. She was terrified and totally absorbed at the same time. Even in over air-conditioned confines of the dining room she was drenched in sweat, the remnants of her silk harem outfit clung to her as if they had been painted on. Her areola swelled and her nipples stood at full attention. The adrenaline rush of danger was like heroine to Barbara. She had always been an excitement freak, in love with dangerous sports and dangerous sex.
Here she was getting both, in double doses. Even as she fought to slip out of the ropes she started coming. Orgasm after orgasm raced through her. In the ten minutes the little machine inched up the table, getting closer and closer with blade blowing cool air across her damp body, she must have come twenty times.
Just as Barbara began to think she might die of exhaustion before the blade got her, it succumb to its poor design. The blade shook apart and sprayed the diamonds and bits of plastic and metal from machines casing all around the room. A few bits of shrapnel tore through rope that had been guiding the saw towards her.
With the tension gone from her wrists, Barbara was able to work herself free from the rest of her bondage and she was eventually able to escape.
Scared and exhausted, she made it home. She never told anyone about that close call, except Pinky. Pinky was also an action junky, but had gotten her kicks in the safe confines of her mansion boudoir and the dangerous, if not lethal, board rooms of Gotham.
She and Pinky had long since gone her separate way and Barbara had never told her about how much she craved the intensity of her close call. When college resumed, Barbara switched her major to pre-law.
Barbara didn’t know how long she had been in the twighlight realm of semi-consciousness thinking about Marsha, Queen of Diamonds. Her exhaustion and the purring Joy buzzer had distorted all sense of time. It must have been quite a while, because the sun sunlight filtering through the high smudgy windows of the warehouse had taken on the softness of afternoon.
The battery on the Joy buzzer was completely spent and the only thing that remained was the oversensatization of the skin around it. It reminded her of when she was a teenager and masterbated to excess. It was sore, but in senuous sort of way. If she played with her self anymore, she would climb to a quick, but not very fullfilling orgasm.
She was still held tightly by the Joker’s strands of bondage confetti. Her arms had fallen asleep behind her. Fortunately, as she lay on the floor, passed out, her legs had been out straight in a much more natural position. She started rolling herself back and forth over her arms to get the blood flowing again. She was briefly worried that the restricted blood flow might cause permenant damage. Luckily, some flexing and struggling brought the distinct feelings of pins and needles that told her she would be okay.
The course condrete flooring gave her toes some traction as she started to worm her way across the room. Barbara didn’t have a distinct destination in mind, but she did hope tha that the scraping of her body against the rough surface would eventually grind through the outer layers of confetti.
It took several minutes before Barbara was able to acquire some play in the material. Within five minutes she was able squirm to a sitting position and pickup a shard of the broken tank and begin cutting herself free.
Barbara worked furiously as her strength returned. Bubbles and Joker must have already finished their latest heist. The Joker always got sadistic and horny after a successful job. He and Bubbles would certainly want to return the warehouse to see if Batgirl had drowned in the suds as they planned.
If Barbara wasn’t free by the time they came through the door she it would be Joker’s turn to engineer some sort of torture device. And this time he would have the luxury of time to see that it was able to operate to its lethal capacity.
Barbara sawed furiously at her bonds. The jagged plexiglass was not nearly as sharp as real glass, but it was better than rolling around on the floor. The gloves of her costume made life a little easier. She was able to have a solid grip while she hacked away at her bonds.
The Joker’s bondage streamers were tough and they held tight and flat around Barbara’s body. Trying to get them off had its own hazards. As she sliced at them she tore and cut the fabric of outfit, occasionally nicking herself in the process. Each layer of the plastic streamers peeled away with agonizing slowness. Barbara felt in the pit of her stomach that she wouldn’t make it.
It was getting dark out when the last few strands were peeled off her body. Barbara felt disgusting and tired. The soap had matted her hair down and dried into an unsavory paste over the entirety of her body. Her outfit was shredded and the dirt of the factory floor had embedded itself in the gluey layer of dried soap.
The fading sun was creating an orange glow inside the warehouse. Barbara was just picking herself up and contemplating what to do next. She was in no shape to slug it out with Joker and Bubbles. She knew that if she left before they returned, they would be gone before she could come back with help. If she stayed she would have to face two lethally sadistic opponents on their own turf.
Before Barbara had a chance to make up her mind about what she ought to do, fate made it up for her. The empty street rang with the unmistakable racket of the Joker-mobile pulling into the truck port.
Barbara knew that she didn’t have the strength to climb the wall of warehouse and out the skylight. The rest of the exits were locked and probably booby trapped anyway.
Looking around the room, Barbara had an idea. To get the drop on the Joker, she needed to know exactly where he would be standing. As quick as she could, Barbara ran to the ladder Bubbles had climbed to fondle Barbara at the top of the “Dunk the Fool.” She slipped into the trough of the slide and clung to the slick edges, waiting until Joker and Bubbles gave Batgirl’s escape a closer look.
“Honest, Jokesy, his dingle looked like it had been run through a sausage grinder.” Without an audience Bubbles come-hither voice had reverted to its natural nasal-born-in-Crooklyn-whine. “ I don’t know what that freak does in private. But, it’s a lot scankier than the shit I like. And you know what a perv I am.”
“Yes, pooksey, you are one sick little girl.” The Joker’s voice was getting louder as the two moved through the empty building towards the bondage trap where they had left Barbara.
The joker laughed, “yes, well let’s see what happened to your lady friend. She should be all washed up by now.” The joker hooted at his own sick humor. “Batgirl should be dead by now. In any case we got will we went there for, Bruce Wayne is now in compliance with a court order to turn over all his assets. Except now, he turned them all turned it all over to me.”
“To US you mean, Jokesy.” Barbara could a glimmer of mistrust in Bubbles voice. She didn’t trust Joker. And from Joker’s repeated slights and slips, she had good reason.
The Joker stopped in his tracks. “Gad-zooks! What have we here! It seems Batgirl has given your bondage bath trap the slip, my soapy sadist.”
Barbara could hear the Joker kicking the chunks of the broken dunk tank with his foot, as if to see if Batgirl was hiding under the remains of glass.
Barbara wanted to get the drop on both of them at once, but Bubbles didn’t answer the Joker. It was now or never, if Barbara didn’t take down the Joker now, another opportunity might not present itself.
Letting go of the sides of the slide, Barbara started down towards the end of the ramp. Without the bondage and death trap awaiting her at the bottom, Barbara had to fight back the desire to let out a whooping cheer.
Clearing the end of the slide, Barbara got beautiful view of the Joker’s face illuminated with surprise. His garish clown make-up made his expression even more memorable as Barbara’s heeled boots made contact with his head.
Barbara landed on the floor in a controlled roll. She immediately turned to face the Joker, only to see him crumpled on the floor, out cold and blood gushing from his broken nose.
The loud clacking of high-heeled pumps on the floor alerted Barbara that Bubbles was not planning to save her boy friend.
Barbara was after her in a second. She saw the stripper, now dressed in a orange wig and trench coat, running at top speed towards the door. Her arms flayed under the weight of a briefcase filled with the days plunder. As she passed through the door, she grabbed a rope that hung from one of the giant industrial shelve so common in warehouses.
Barbara was stopped up short by the groaning of weak metal giving way. A row of plastic barrels lining the top shelf came crashing down all at once. At first Barbara was worried that the barrels might contain a caustic agent, but she soon realized they were filled with the same soapy fluid that Bubbles had used in her bondage trap. When the barrels hit the floor, they exploded from the force, spraying the area with a thick layer of the goo.
Sliding to a stop on her rear end, Barbara could hear Bubbles laughing as she ran. “Thanks for all the fun, Jokesy. I really had a blast! And Batgirl, I’ll be keeping an eye out for you! Maybe I’ll get the chance to give you a private bath!”
Realizing that she risked losing the Joker if she followed Bubbles, Barbara picked herself off the floor and gingerly waded through the slimy mess of soap to where the joker lay. He was just starting to come around when Barbara snapped a pair of bat-cuffs.
Pulling the dazed crook from the floor, he smiled a malevolent grin and said, “ I looks like Bubbles gave you the slip, Batgirl.” He gave a half-hearted chuckle, his face and make-up coated mustache crusted with blood.
Just then Barbara noticed a black wire dangling from the Joker’s pocket. Out of curiosity, she tugged it out of his pocket.
“It looks more like SHE gave you the slip, Jokesy-Pooh.” Barbara beamed. Hanging at the end of the wire was a black button with a yellow bat emblem on it. Bruce Wayne must have stuffed the micro transmitter inside the briefcase that Joker and Bubbles used for clearing out Bruce’s office. Bubbles probably found it on the way back to the hide out and decided she would get rid of her partner before he got rid of her.
“Curses, Batgirl! That’s the last time I trust some bubble-headed broad as a partner, and I was going to whack her myself tomorrow.” He leered at Barbara. “It was going to be almost as much fun as trying to do you.”
The wail of approaching police sirens surprised both Barbara and the Joker. Chief O’Hara’s men were being uncharacteristically prompt. Barbara was also surprised that Batman and a fawning TV crew weren’t set up before the police were on the scene. batman wasn’t one to give up the limelight unless he had something valuable at stake. Barbara wondered what Bubbles had just stolen from Bruce Wayne that would get Batman to risk missing a photo op.
Before she could finish her thought, Chief O’Hara and two other cops were skating through the door and collapsing in the enormous lake of detergent that covered the floor.
Barbara had almost finished escorting the Joker to the loading dock outside when O’Hara finally escaped the soapy swamp.
“Saints preserve us, Batgirl, is he already gone?” Barbara knew what O’Hara meant, but it was to painful to admit to herself.
“Who, Chief?” She said in doe-eyed sort of way.
“Batman.” Barbara wondered why she even bothered to play along. Probably because her father had relied on this man for twenty-five years. She sometimes thought that he couldn’t have always been this dumb. Perhaps Batman had demonstrated some wonder toy on him that cut off the flow of oxygen to the brain or he let O’Hara sit to close the reactor in the Bat-cave. Thinking back, Barbara couldn’t be sure. She remembered him at dinner when she was a kid, ‘Yeah, I guess he was.’
She pushed the Joker towards the two flat foots. “I don’t know Chief, I haven’t seen him.”
“Isn’t that just like him? So modest. Take this scum o’ the earth away, boys.”
FINIS
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