The Perils of Batgirl

[superheroinebabes]

These were originally posted back in 1995 on the alt.lycra and alt.pantyhose newsgroups by none other than Jim Weather of bondagecafe

The Perils of Batgirl I
Chapter One

Barbara Gordon walked in the front door of her large ground floor
apartment in the Center City. It was an upscale apartment in a particularly quiet
part of town. Plush but not assuming. She walked to the icebox and pulled out
some iced tea; After a long day at the Gotham City Library, she needed
something cool and refreshing.

As she leaned back against the counter and sipped her tea, her thoughts
went back to her date with Bruce Wayne the night before. She had worn her
sexiest dress and pumps, and he hadn't even kissed her. He certainly was
strange. - Or maybe just shy. Hell, who was she calling strange? At least Bruce
didn't dress up in some outrageous, overtly sexual outfit and fight master
criminals in HIS spare time. She finished her iced tea and went to the living
room. As usual, Charlie squawked his happy greeting; Glad to see her home safe
again. She gently picked up the bird cage and carried with her into the bedroom.

"It's a good thing you can't talk," she said, putting a little bird seed in his
feeder. She blew the bird a kiss and walked over to the closet. She reached
behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. "Batman would be
putty in my hands if he were to see me in this bodystocking," she said aloud, her
hands sliding down the soft silky material. She walked over to the mirror and
looked at herself. She had bought the black bodystocking on her recent trip to
Paris. It was made from the softest 10 denier nylon and was sheer, except for
two thin, black spandex strips that started at her shoulders and plunged down
across her breasts, meeting in a V at her crotch.

Barbara loved bodystockings. The material clung to her every form,
accenuating each of features. The outline of her body was a deep midnight
black.; The rest a soft, sexual chocolate. It made her feel like a cat on the prowl.;
Lascivious, wanton. 'The Catwoman can't hold a candle to me,' she thought as
her hands slipped over the silky material incasing her body. It felt so good that
she began to caress her body, one hand cupping her ample breast, while the
other was wandering further south.

She mind drifted to her last encounter with Catwoman; She wanted to see it
again. She walked over to the dresser and opened it. Inside was a video tape. She
walked to the VCR and put the tape in, turning on the TV in the process.
Catwoman had set up a video camera and taped their last encounter. After she
was saved, Barbara had taken the tape. Secretly, she enjoyed watching it. It
excited her.

Barbara sat down on the bed and started the tape. There they were.
Catwoman and her sex kittens, carrying the struggling form of Batgirl across the
room. Barbara watched as they lifted her onto the X-frame rack and tied her
down. Then, Catwoman ushered her kittens away leaving them alone. Then, she
gagged her and slowly tightened the rack, until Batgirl's body was stretched to
its maximum.

Barbara WAS getting excited. She remembered it all. Once helpless,
Catwoman had taken extreme satifaction in tormented her with both pain and
pleasure, in only ways The Catwoman knew how. She had kept her in a constant
state of arousal and distress for hours. Teasing her to the very brink of orgasm;
But never allowing her release. Eventually, Catwoman decided that she had
played with Batgirl long enough and walked to the wall and pulled a switch. It
activated a bladed, pendulum based, torture device, right out of the pages of
Edgar Allen Poe. Catwoman, then spared no expense in describing her fate in
infinite detail, before kissing her and then leaving her to die.

Completely helpless, Babara remembered watching in horror for over thirty
minutes, as the razor sharp blade swung effortlessly back and forth; Lowering a
fraction of an inch with each successive pass. It was only an inch away when
Batman burst in the door. By the time he got to the machine and turned it off, it
was only millimeters away. She had to hold her breath while her raised the razor
sharp blade away from her body. It had been that close.

Batman had then taken the gag out of her mouth and kissed her. The
thought made Barbara quiver at the knees. One of her hands moved to caressed
her breasts while the other moved between her thighs, exploring her soft pussy.
Watching the tape had made her very wet. A wicked smile erupted as an idea
came to her.

She got up off the bed, walked over to a chest that was sitting against one of
the walls and opened it. Inside, neatly arranged, was some very "kinky" lingerie,
made of latex, stretch patent, and leather. As well as a vast multitude of bondage
paraphernalia, from which she selected a pair of handcuffs, some rope, a remote
controlled vibrator and a red ball gag. She walked over to the edge of the bed
and sat down, laying the items down next to her. She took off her stiletto heeled
shoes and swung her feet up on the bed.
"Charlie, you won't tell anyone about this will you?" she giggled. She laid
down and inserted the vibrator in her vagina. It wasn't very difficult because she
was still wet. The thought of bondage always excited her; Well, nearly always.
The Siamese Human Knot that Nora Clavicle had tied her in, was certainly
unpleasant, but that wasn't exactly bondage either. She was very glad that Nora
was in prison where she belonged.
Barbara sat up and picked up the white nylon rope. Then, she proceeded to
expertly coil it around her slender ankles. Barbara liked this particular nylon
rope, because it was soft and rarely left lasting marks on her skin. She carefully
wound the rope around her ankles, taking up the slack, but being careful not to
pinch her skin. Then she fed the rope between her ankles, cinched it and then
tied it off.
"Ooo... that feel so good," she said as slid her hands up the outside of her
legs. "Nice and tight," she remarked, moving her stocking feet back and forth,
testing her rope work. Satisfied, she grabbed another length of rope and tied her
legs together just above the knees. Experimentally she tested the bonds about
her legs, rubbing her knees and thighs together. Then she swung her legs off the
bed and stood up.
She picked up another piece of rope, doubled it and coiled it around her
waist a couple of times. Then she fed the ends through the loop and tightened it.
She moved the loop behind her back, pulled the free ends between her legs and
up and over her waist rope in front. Then she slowly pulled down on the rope,
tightening it against her crotch. She tightened the rope until it was deep inside of
her, then tied it off.
Next she took the red ballgag and put it up to her mouth. She opened her
lips and worked the large orb past her teeth, deep into her mouth. She moaned
quietly, fantasizing about Batman taking control of her. She buckled the strap
behind her head and tested the gag, attempting to push it out of her mouth with
her tongue. It was quite effective. She picked up the remote control and cupped
it in her right hand. Now for the moment of truth: The handcuffs: Black metal,
cold, unyielding.
She locked one cuff around her wrist and pulled her hand behind her back.
Then, she fed the free cuff behind her crotch rope, put her hand in the cuff and
paused. The key lay on the chest of drawers across the room. Once she put the
cuffs on, she would have a tough time undoing them.
Click...a tinge of exciting raced through her body. Click, Click, Click... and
she was bound. She struggled experimentally and found that she was truly
helpless. Her thumb caressed the button on the remote control teasingly, before
finally turning it on. She winced, as the vibrator came to life inside of her. She
fell to her side, struggling and enjoying her captivity. She concentrated on her
bondage, pointing her toes and attempting to pull her stocking feet from the soft
but effective ropes around her ankles. She could hear the nylon of her
bodystocking rustling, as she moved her legs back and forth, attempting loosen
the cunningly secure ropes around her knees. Every time she would try to pull
her hands from the handcuffs, they would pull the crotchrope, drawing it even
deeper inside of her. Her mind took over...
"What's going on here?" Batman said, a broad smile beaming on his face as
he stepped into her bedroom. Barbara, horrified began to struggle wildly, but to
no avail. She had tied herself too well. She was HIS prisoner now. Batman came
over and sat down on the bed. He began at her bound stocking feet. He slowly
kissed and licked her toes and arches, slowly moving up and over her neat rope
work, to her calves and knees. Then he moved up her thighs to her stomach. She
could feel Batman's soft exploring hands on her body, touching,
teasing...tormenting. The warm touch of his mouth on her breast. She could feel
the pull of the crotch rope and he playfully pulled it with his teeth. Oh...his
expert tongue! She orgasmed, causing her pull up on the handcuffs, which in
turned tightened the crotch rope, putting even more pressure on her clitoris -
causing another orgasm. It raced through her body like a freight train, all the
muscles in her bound body contracting, until finally, it was over. She collapsed,
panting. A small bead of saliva formed at the edge of her mouth and dribbled
down the side of her cheek. She could feel her heart beating fast and furious, her
breathing still heavy and a ringing in her ears. No! it was the phone!
Stunned, she squirmed to the side of the bed and managed to stand up. The
phone rang again. She hopped across the room to the dresser and pulled the key
to the floor with her cheek. Then, she reached down and picked it up. She
quickly and expertly unlocked the cuffs, unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it
from her mouth. Then she hopped back to the bed and picked up the phone.
"H...H..Hello?"
"Barbara...Barbara is that you?" (It was Chief O'Hara)
"Y...Y..Yes Chief, ...how are you doing?"
"You seem out of breath, are you O.K.?"
"Just exercising. What's up?" she said, catching her breath. She had known
Chief O'Hara since she was born. But rarely did he call her at home.
"I'm trying to find your father. You wouldn't know where to find him,
would you?"
"No. Is there something wrong?"
"No, It's just...I just got a strange package delivered here. It's addressed to
Batgirl."
"Batgirl?" Barbara said, her ears perking up.
"Yes. I've been looking for the Commissioner, but he's not around. I even
called Batman on the Batphone, but he's out of town checking out that lead on
that bank security woman's disappearance."
"Well sorry. I haven't seen him. But I'll tell him you want to talk to him, if
he calls."
"Thank you. Have a good night," he said and hung up. Batgirl quickly
removed the ropes and hastily put everything back in the chest.
"I would loved to have played some more but I don't have the time...maybe
later." She went into the bathroom and freshened up. Then she walked to the
makeup table and reached beneath it. The entire makeup table and mirror
swiveled 90 degrees, revealing a secret room. On the other side of the mirror
was a purple outfit, wig, and shoes neatly arranged.
"Here we go again," Batgirl said to herself, as she removed one outfit to don
another. This new outfit however, was altogether different. Where her
bodystocking was demure and elegant, this one was downright sexual. It was a
purple teddy made of a patent material blended with latex. It was long sleeved,
high collared, and it was cut high to show off her fabulous legs. It had taken her
weeks to find the fabric and another month to make the outfit. It fit like a second
skin.
Before she put the teddy on, she took a pair out black pantyhose and slid
them on. They were jet black and were sheer all the way to her waist. Then she
stepped into the form fitting teddy and wiggled her way into it. Inhaling, she
slowly zipped it up the back, all the way up to the nape of her neck. The teddy
was so tight that it showed every detail in her ample body, yet it was stretchy
enough to allow her free movement. She had recently forgone the cape because
it was always getting in the way.
Next was the wig. It was a a shoulder length wig in dazzling red and
because it was made entirely of human hair, it was very soft to the touch. She
adjusted the wig into place and then brushed it. Then she took the cowl and
carefully put it on. Batgirl sat down in front of the mirror, and decided to wear
shoes instead of boots. Specially ordered from Europe, purple patent leather
pumps with five inch heels. They made her over six feet tall. She slid her
stocking feet into them and then slowly stood up, looking appreciatively at her
reflection in the mirror. She slid her hands down the outline of her body,
admiring the incredible tightness of her costume. Then she put on her utility
belt, spread her legs slightly and put her hands on her hips.
"I AM the sexiest woman in crime!" she said aloud, before leaving; The
secret panel sliding soundlessly into place behind her.


Meanwhile, across town in the "Dress for Duress" fetish wear factory on
Latex Lane, Nora Clavicle was getting dressed for what she hoped would be a
stimulating evening. She was in good spirits. Opera, her lovely assistant, would
have delivered Batgirl's package to police headquarters by now. Soon,
everything would fall into place. She would be rich, the arrogant bureaucrats of
Gotham would be hurting and maybe, if she was lucky, Batgirl would interfere.
"Revenge will be sweet, my little Bat-nymph," she said to herself as she
slowly pulled a black stocking up her long smooth leg. There was a knock and
Vinyl entered the boudoir. It had been over two years since Nora has dicovered
Vinyl "waiting tables" at a seedy strip joint, in Gotham's red light district. Nora
had been attracted to the ravishing, auburn haired beauty from the minute she
had laid eyes on her. But what really impressed her was how well she took care
of herself; Later in the evening, Nora watched Vinyl grab an overly zealous
"customer's" testicles and twist him into submission.
Vinyl had always had a particularly kinky edge to her, but with the help of
Nora incomparable teachings, she had blossomed into full fledged fiendom. She
was dressed in a black PVC catsuit, with matching gloves, and five inch, stiletto
heeled ankle boots. Around her slim waist hung a loose chain belt that
glimmered in the soft light.
"Is everything on schedule?" Nora asked.
"Yes Mistress."
"How's our little captive?" The captive was Mary Weston, the Manager of
Security at the Gotham Federal Bank. Nora had kidnapped her as part of her
master plan.
"I slipped her into something....uncomfortable, but not deadly," Vinyl said,
her eyes narrowing slightly, as she smiled.
"Purrrfect. I'll check on her later. She's an important piece in our little
puzzle, we don't want to kill her... just yet. Come here." Vinyl walked over to
Nora and stopped in front of her. Nora stood up and slowly inched forward, until
she was very close. Then, she bent in and kissed Vinyl softly on the lips. She
drew away slowly, letting the mood linger.
"You're such a good employee," she said, her hand moving between Vinyl's
legs. "Maybe later, when this is all over, we can play."
"Oh, I'd like that...ohhhhh," Vinyl responded, closing her eyes.
"I bet you would," Nora said, slowly removing her hand. "Now, however, it
is time for business. Let me finishing getting ready and then we will go and
meet Opera at the Bank; There's an easy twenty million dollars just waiting for
us."
"What about Batman? Won't he be bound to show up?"
"Batman's on a wild goose chase..." interjected Nora, "...with that
blundering red breast, chasing after some very carefully placed herrings."
"But why did you lure him out of town? I thought you built all those
elaborate -"
"No. Those delicious toys are for Batgirl. Especially my newest invention."
"Oooo, you mean -"
"Yes... you should know how she's going to feel. You helped me test it after
all."
"How could I forget? It scared the hell out of me. - And I knew you weren't
going to let me die. I can't wait to see Batgirl struggling...ooo...the thought is
making me wet already."
"Yes...Batgirl our plaything; The thought is downright fiendish, isn't it?
And with Batman and Robin out of town, we can take our time with her.
How.....Stimulating."


Batgirl climbed off the Batgirl cycle and climbed the stairs of Police
Headquarters. As usual all the heads turned in her direction. 'Same body,
different packaging, and I am just a librarian,' Batgirl mused to herself, enjoying
the sexual power that the outfit provided her. She made her way to the
Commissioner's Office and opened the door. Chief O'hara turned around,
shocked to see her.
"I understand that there is a package here for me."
"Batgirl! How did you -"
"A woman intuition is a powerful thing, Chief," she said, as Chief O'hara
handed her the package. It was suprisingly light. It was wrapped in multi-
colored bright paper, with a big bow on top. It had a little paper doll in her
likeness attached to the front. She carefully examined the package, looking for
any peculiar wires or such. Finding none, she asked Chief O'hara to stand back
and she carefully cut the ribbon. Nothing happened. Then she carefully lifted the
top of the box off. The only thing in the box was a piece of paper. It was an
elaborate riddle:
"Batgirl-
Very soon you will call my name
In horror, and frustrated cries
For once into my clutches came
You'll know too late just who am I.

On the outside, I'm plain vanilla.
You'd pass me by without a thought
But underneath I feel so wicked.
A slimy darkness who cares for naught.

I wait for you with baited breath
An experience most feared and new
For slow may be deliverance (But inevitable)

*** I will be the death of you.
-I'll introduce you to my friend soon.
Nora Clavicle
In Gotham I trust"

"Nora Clavicle?! I thought she was in prison."
"Escaped last week. Is that from her? What does it say?" Chief O'hara asked
curiously.
"It's just some twisted poem," Batgirl said as she read it to herself again.
Something about it bothered her, something she could almost decipher. It was
the paper. It felt like... Money!...."In Gotham I trust!"
"I've got to go! I think I know where Nora Clavicle is going to strike next!"
Batgirl said, as she fled down the hallway.


Meanwhile at the Gotham Federal Bank: Nora had sent her girls to the car
with the last of the money. She stayed behind, finishing up the final details of
Mary's intricite and quite deadly bondage. First she had tied her arms tightly,
making her elbows meet behind her back. Then she tied Mary's knees and
ankles. Then she gagged her. Then she tied a rope around her waist knotting it
off. She then took a long piece of rope and carefully made a small noose. She
pulled it over Mary's head and tightened it around her neck. Then she fed the
end between Mary's bound ankles, through her legs, through her waist rope in
front, back through her legs and then finally between Mary's bound wrists. As
she pulled on the rope it tightened the whole mess mercilessly, into an
incredibly strict hogtie.
"Thank you for all your help," Nora whispered, as she bent over Mary's
sumptuous, bound body. "We would never have beaten the security system
without you. And though we truly enjoyed playing with you at our little fetish
hideaway, I think now, it's time for us to part company. We will leave with the
money and you ... well, you unfortunately, will be staying here.
PERMANENTLY." Mary started to struggle, but stopped immediately as the
rope around her neck tightened even further.
"You'd be wise not to move too much. I have tied you in a very special
bondage. It's called an Egyptian death tie. If you so much as twitch, the rope
around your neck will tighten, strangling you to death. Unfortunately, the
vibrator that I inserted in you is programmed to come on in five minutes. As
soon as that happens...well... at least you'll die...smiling!" Nora got up, and
began to walk away. "Don't .....Move!" she laughed wildly.
"It's you who shouldn't move!" Batgirl commanded, as she strode in the
room confidently, stopping ten feet away from Nora, blocking her exit.
"Batgirl!"
"In the flesh. The party's over, Nora Clavicle. Untie her immediately." Nora
casually put her hands in her leather coat pockets.
"The party's just beginning, Batgirl!" Nora said as she pulled her hands
from her pockets. "CATCH!" Before Batgirl could react, Nora threw both of
her hands in her direction. Out of them, came what looked like thin, crepe paper
streamers. The streamers filled the air above Batgirl's head and cascaded down
upon her. But as soon as they touched her body, they began to entangle her,
twisting and knotting themselves, pinning her arms and legs. Batgirl thought at
first that the streamers would be easy to break; They looked like thin crepe
paper. But In fact, she found to her dismay, that they were very strong, and as
much as she struggled she couldn't loosen them, not even a little.
In fact, if anything, the streamers seemed to be getting tighter. Every time
she moved, she could feel the thin paper streamers constrict around her helpless
body more and more. It was become harder and harder to breathe. Every time
she would exhale the streamers would take up the slack.
"Jesus! ...ughh...What are these things?!" Batgirl said as she felt the
streamers continue to constrict tighter and tighter around her body.
"Siamese bondage streamers, Batgirl!" Nora gushed gleefully, as she
approached the now completely helpless Batgirl. "They contract when placed in
contact with the heat of the body. It's really unfortunate that you had to face me
here. I had such plans for you at the fetish factory. Oh well, that's the breaks."
Nora, pushed Batgirl down onto the ground and reveled in her struggling form,
watching the evil streamers do their work.
"I'd love to see who strangles first, but Opera and Vinyl are waiting for me
in the car. Good-bye Batgirl!" Nora turned and walked quickly out of the room.
Batgirl could hear her wicked laughter echoing along the hallway as she fled.
Batgirl continued to struggle on the ground, rolling back and forth, trying to gain
some slight advantage. But the streamers were extremely strong and no amount
of twisting or tugging could loosen them even a little bit. In fact, Batgirl could
feel the deadly streamers continuing to constrict, tighter and tighter around her
body, until she was barely able to breathe.
Running out of time, Batgirl concentrated, trying to find someway to free
herself. Her BatShears.. No good! They were in the back of her utility belt. With
her arms pinned to her sides, she had no chance - or did she? Batgirl had a last
gasp idea. With an immense effort, she was able to move her right hand next to
her utility belt. She held her breath and slowly worked opened the small
compartment on the side of her belt.
Out of breath, she exhaled quickly, immediately inhaling, as she felt the
streamers take yet another centimeter of her breathing room. Batgirl carefully
took out the small can of compressed BatAir out of her utility belt. She could
feel that she was beginning to lose consciousness. She had only been able to
take a very small breath and found that she needed to take another.
Unfortunately, as she exhaled, the streamers tightened again and she found that
she was now unable to inhale. She had one chance and one chance only. She
aimed the spray can up at her body and spray herself with the compressed air.
The air coming out of the can was very cold and when it came in contact
with the streamers, they loosened slightly around her chest. Immediately she
inhaled, continuing to spray the can in the direction of her body. As the
streamers expanded, Batgirl was given more movement and took advantage.
Soon she was able to free first one arm and then the other. Then she quickly
reached in the back of her utility belt and pulled out her Batshears, cutting the
rest of the evil streamers from her body.
"MMmmmph!" Mary screamed into her gag.
"Stay calm! And don't move what ever you do. I'll untie you." Batgirl,
quickly got up and carefully cut the ropes from Mary's body. Mary,
overwhelmed, fell into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Batgirl did her best to
comfort her, waited for the police to arrive and then quickly slipped away.
'There certainly can't be many fetish wear factories in Gotham," she said as
she drove along the darkened street, angry and ready for revenge.


Nora Clavicle wasn't pleased either. She really hadn't wanted to kill Batgirl
so quickly. She had wanted Batgirl here, at the fetish factory, where Nora had
spent countless weeks (and quite a bit of money) putting together her special
suprise. Even in death, Batgirl had managed to spoil her well laid plans.
"We could have brought her with us.." Opera said, massaging Nora's
stocking feet. She knew full well, what was on Nora twisted mind.
"It's just not the same without the moment of capture. I was so looking
forward to the look on her face, when she realized who my fiendish friend was.
By then of course it would have been much too late. She would be caught and
we would have had time to savor her pitiful struggles, as she tried to free herself.
But I guess it was not meant to be." A wicked smiled erupted on Nora face.
"We'll just have to introduce Batman and Robin instead....Oh well, maybe
we can have some fun by ourselves. Come help me change." Opera and Nora
walked downstairs to Nora's Boudoir. Once there, Nora picked out an outfit for
Opera and one for herself. Nora loved to dress for an evening of pleasure. Her
disappointment was fading. So what if Batgirl wouldn't be here to make the
evening complete. She still had Opera to play with. Nora took out a brand new
pair of black seamed stockings and slowly slid them on. 'Dressing for an
evening of pleasure such as this is an important ritual,' she thought. 'One must
play one's part to the fullest, if one expect rewards.'
Nora picked up the black stiletto pumps and slid them on. Vinyl arrived and
Nora gave her instructions on the type of bondage that she wanted Opera to be
tied in. She didn't really have to. Given free rein, Vinyl would come up with
something equally intricate and uncomfortable; But this was her evening.
Tonight, she wanted it done her way.
Vinyl helped Opera put on the last of her outfit, and then led her down the
long hallway to the playroom. Nora stayed behind and slipped into her very tight
costume.


Batgirl turned off her Batgirl cycle and coasted the last three blocks. She
was correct. There weren't many fetish wear factories in Gotham City; In fact
there were only two. She had already ruled out the other one, so she assumed
that this must be it. Batgirl slowed to a stop and got off her cycle. A dilapidated
sign hung over the front door. DRESS FOR DURESS. This was the place.
Batgirl walked up to the door and tested it. Locked. She walked around the
side of the building and caught sight of an open window on the second floor.
She pulled out her Batrope and with a flick of her wrist, had attached it expertly
to the pipe next to the window. Batgirl pulled on the line, found it firm, then
swiftly crawled up the rope and slid into the beckoning window, leaving her
Batrope behind, in case she need a different exit.
'I know she thinks I'm dead,' Batgirl thought to herself, 'but I also know she
had something extrememly devious planned for me. I better keep my wits about
me.'


Nora finished dressing and walked down the hallway into the playroom.
Even though Batgirl's presence would be sorely missed, she was still excited.
Maybe it was the thought of playing in the playroom. Maybe it was the room
itself. It had taken her months to prepare.
'Though you can't tell that by looking at it,' Nora thought, as she stepped
down the few steps that led into the room. 'But that's the most important element
of the room -the suprise.' She walked across the soft sandy floor to where Opera
had been expertly tied between two posts and examined her. Nora pulled on the
crotch rope and decided that Vinyl had done a excellent job. Just what she had
asked for. Opera already had that misty, captive look in her eyes.
"You look ravishing," she said, as she slid her hands over Opera's helpless
body. "You're in for a treat..I think I'll let Vinyl have her way with you ... After
I'm done, of course."
"MMM," Opera moaned into her gag. She hadn't been tied long, but
already, her arms and legs ached from the bondage. She knew the mood that
Nora was in. Maybe the idea of playing tonight was not such a good idea. Nora
moved her hand to Opera's vulnerable pussy and began to massage it
slowly.....Then again


Batgirl walked down the stairs slowly, listening for any strange sounds. At
the bottom of the stairs was a antechamber with three doors. Opening one
carefully, she looked inside. It opened onto a long hallway. Entering, she heard a
voice coming from a room at the other end of the hall. Quietly, she walked along
the corridor and peered inside.
It was a large circular room about 40 feet across. A narrow stone rim, that
was slightly elevated from the rest of the floor, ran around the entire room. The
rest of the floor was made of sand. The room was completely devoid of
furniture, or decoration or any kind, except two ornately carved pink posts
which stuck out of the sand at the far end of the room. tied spread-eagled
between the posts was a girl.
Batgirl's gaze was drawn to the girl tied between the posts. It was Opera,
Nora's devious assistant. She was nude except for a pair of black stockings,
black patent thong panties, black stiletto heels and long black patent gloves.
Batgirl was intrigued by the intricacy of the rope work. Opera's arms and legs
were drawn far apart, and ropes crisscrossed her body holding her firmly in
place. Ropes outlined her breasts and another was pulled tightly between her
legs, drawing it deep inside her. It was a trick Batgirl was quite familiar with. In
her mouth was a red ball gag attached to a head harness. Ropes connected the
harness to tops of each post and to her wrists. She was tied so tightly, that she
could barely move.
Nora Clavicle and Vinyl stood facing her. Nora was wearing in a tight, high
collared, red patent teddy and long, red patent gloves. She finished off the outfit
with a pair of sheer jet-black seamed stockings and six inch, red patent, stiletto
pumps. In her left glove she delicately held a black riding crop which she gently
rubbed up and down Opera's inner thigh. Vinyl was wearing her customary
black PVC Catsuit and ankle boots.
Nora and Vinyl were engrossed in Opera's bound body. Batgirl watched as
Nora moved her hand slowly down Opera's helpless body. She paused at her
breasts, first caressing then pinching, causing Opera to squirm in pain and
delight. Batgirl, deciding the time was right, crept into the room and stepped
down the six inches or so off the stone rim into the fine white sand. Opera saw
her and began to struggle wildly, screaming into her gag.
"That's right struggle, it will do you no good," Nora said, misinterpreting
Opera's attempt at warning. Batgirl strode to the center of the room at stopped.
"Good Evening, Miss Clavicle!" Batgirl said, breaking the silence.
"Batgirl!" Nora exclaimed, turning around to face her.
"Yes Nora, Batgirl. I'm sorry I didn't call before I came over but I wanted to
suprise you," Batgirl responded smiling.
"You're alive!"
"Obviously, though no fault of yours!" Nora got over her shock quickly and
wicked smile perked up on her face. Things might just work out the way she
planned them after all.
"Oh Batgirl, you don't know how excited I am to see you. I'm actually glad
you were able to escape my deadly streamers and join our little party... Speaking
of suprises, I have something extra special in store for you. Ooo... and you're
dressed for the occasion. How perrrfect. I didn't have time to tell you how
delightfully lascivious your new costume is," she purred.
"I'm not here to participate in your sick little bondage games, Nora."
"Oh, but you're the guest of honor, Batgirl. GET HER!" Vinyl flew at
Batgirl, but Batgirl was just too fast. she gave Vinyl a swift Batkick, then threw
her across the room, her head kissing the stone walkway as she fell. Batgirl
walked over to her, but she was out cold. So she strode back to the center of the
room and smilied.
"There...that takes care of that," Batgirl said spreading her legs slightly and
putting her hands back on her hips. "Seeing as how you couldn't possibly hide
anything in an outfit that tight, Nora, I can safely say playtime is over.."
"Oh no, Batgirl... playtime is just beginning..." Quick as a cat, Nora jumped
up on the stone, to the wall a few feet behind her, and smiling at Batgirl over her
shoulder, pulled down a large red switch. Alarmed, Batgirl looked behind her,
and then instinctively up at the ceiling, thinking a net was going to fall on her.
But nothing happened. After a few more seconds, Batgirl relaxed, returned her
hands to her hips and laughed.
"Well Miss Clavicle, whatever suprise you had so carefully planned
obviously didn't work." Nora let her hand slowly glide off the handle of the
switch, turned and stepped down into the sand, casually walking a few steps
toward the smiling Batgirl.
"Oh, but it did, Batgirl...." Nora said pausing, an evil smile coming to her
lips. "Look at the ground." Puzzled, Batgirl looked down and noticed that she
was now standing in the center of a thin, ring, the top of which was just barely
sticking out of the sand. Batgirl hadn't noticed, as the ring, submerged just
below the surface, had silently emerged from the soft sand surrounding her. It
was quite large, about thirty feet in diameter and looked like it polished glass.
Suddenly, the ring pulsated, and Nora Clavicle started to laugh wickedly.
Batgirl was starting to look up when she felt something odd touch her feet.
Instantly she looked down a saw to her horror that her shoes were slowing
sinking into the sand. Alarmed, Batgirl lifted her left leg and her foot popped out
of her half buried shoe. Balancing precariously on one foot, she took a shaky
step toward Nora Clavicle, her stocking foot squishing into the suddenly mushy
ground. She immediately tried to lift her right foot from the sand, but it was
much harder to do, because it was now deeply buried. When it finally came free,
she lost her balance and her stocking foot immediately squished back into the
unstable soil.
Now up to her ankles in sand, Batgirl tried to pull her left foot free, but the
sand was so thick that even with all her strength she couldn't pull it free from the
sand. She immediately shifted her weight and tried the other leg, but it too was
completely stuck. Panicking, she began to struggle wildly, alternately trying to
extricate each of her feet from the sticky sand. But no amount of twisting or
struggling could free her from the sand's captivating embrace. In fact it only
made her sink deeper. Horrified, Batgirl realized she had walked directly into
another of Nora's evil traps.
"Quicksand!!" Batgirl exclaimed, her struggles becoming even more frantic,
as she realised the meaning of Nora's cryptic poem.
"Very perceptive, Batgirl..." Nora gleefully responed. "But it's not just
ORDINARY quicksand. It's CLAVICSAND!" Batgirl looked up at Nora and
watched her slowly slide her hands over her breasts, down her waist and
between her slightly spread thighs. "It's an utterly diabolical new invention I
designed especially for you, Batgirl. It's a uniquely formulated synthetic
quicksand, deviously thick and once activated, fiendishly INESCAPABLE!.
And I'm afraid that you've wandered right into the deep end. There's at least
fifteen feet of it under you, just waiting for your luscious body to sink into."
"Oh god!" Batgirl exclaimed, her struggles becoming more desperate. She
could feel the clammy sand creeping up her shins, as she contined to slowly
descend into the sands placid surface.
"Oh and you will sink...albeit extremely slowly. In that way it's very much
like quicksand. Unable to support your weight, your gorgeous struggling body
will slowly slip deeper and deeper into it's moist clutches until it disappears;
Forever lost beneath its surface. - And don't think that you can just lie on your
back and float in this stuff...You can't," Nora added gushing, overjoyed with the
turn of events. "Vinyl tried that little trick and it almost cost her life."
Batgirl realizing that she was helplessly stuck, stopped struggling, hoping
that it would slow her descent into the incredibly viscous synthetic quicksand.
Unfortunately, instead of slowly down, her rate of descent increased..
"Oh no, Batgirl. Continuous struggling is REQUIRED in Clavicsand! The
more vigorous the better. Staying motionless, even for an instant, will only
cause you to sink faster, taking precious minutes of life from you. Of course,
you're bound to tire eventually..." Nora remarked, laughing wickedly.
"Oh god!" Batgirl exclaimed, as she began to struggle again, soon finding
that Nora was indeed correct; The harder she struggled, the slower she sank...
She twisted and pulled at her legs wildly, trying to see if she could stop her
descent, but even vigorous struggling didn't stop her from sinking entirely. All
she could do was helplessly watch, as more and more of her body crept into the
fiendishly viscous bog.
A bead of sweat dripped off Batgirl's cheek and onto her heaving breasts.
She was tiring. The sand was incredibly thick, and the deeper she sank the more
difficult it became to move in. Stopping briefly to catch her breath, Batgirl
watched in horror as her descent increased. Her thighs began to ooze into the
ground at an alarming rate. She immediately began to struggle again, frantically
looking around her for a way to liberate herself from the clutches of Nora
Clavicle's diabolical synthetic quicksand.
"Oh god, I can keeping this up much longer!" she exclaimed. "Please.. don't
let me die like this....Please!" Nora walked up to the edge of the ring laughed.
"I'll take it under consideration, Batgirl...."

Will Nora feel pity for the poor sinking Batgirl? Or will she make it even worse
for her? Holy synthetic quicksand! How could it get worse?! Tune in next
time....Same (I have no idea when) BatTime.....Same Bat-News-Group

Chapter Two

Nora, obviously enjoying Batgirl torment, walked to the edge of the ring
and leaned over slightly, sliding her palms down her smooth black stockings.
Batgirl, biting her lower lip in anxiety, looked at the rippling surface of the
quicksand surrounding her, and then back up at Nora's evil, smiling face.
"Ooo Batgirl, you're beginning to realize the cruel beauty of my fiendish
Synthetic quicksand," Nora said in a soft, intimate voice. "It's not just the fact
that you're sinking: it's the struggling. You know that it is pointless, but you
continue anyway; Hoping that with the added time, you might find a way to free
yourself from its soft, sticky embrace...." Nora said, smiling wickedly, pausing
just long enough for her words to sink in. "But you won't. I'm afraid, you'll find
it completely impossible to ever get out of that Clavicsand, Batgirl."
"Uhh.." Batgirl groaned, as she struggled to lift first her right, and then her
left thigh out of the deadly quicksand; Each resulting downward thrust causing
her to sink, ever so slightly deeper, into its moist clammy surface.
Vinyl stirred from her forced slumber and looked up groggily. She felt the
bump on her head, as her eyes focused on the struggling form of Batgirl, almost
up to her crotch in Clavicsand. A smile erupted on her face, as she remembered
her bout with Nora's nasty nightmare, realizing that Batgirl's torment would be
ten times greater than hers had been. Vinyl stood up gingerly, her head
pounding. She casually strolled around the room, her stiletto heels echoing on
the stone rim as she walked. Batgirl turned to look at her. Vinyl was beaming as
she stepped down into the sand and strode towards the struggling form of
Batgirl.
"Enjoying yourself, Batgirl?" Vinyl said, stopping at the edge of the pool of
quicksand.
"Care to join me?" Batgirl retorted, out of breath from the constant
struggling.
"Oh no, Batgirl, I've already been in that quicksand before..." Vinyl replied,
sticking the toe of her boot into the sand, like she was testing the temperature of
a swimming pool. "It's amazing how deviously inescapable it is. The sands so
thick; You would think that you just could climb out, or that eventually you'd
displace enough sand, and you would float. That's what I thought at first too.
But I was SO wrong. I started just like you, just wanting to get my feet out.
Once I sank to my waist, I gave up struggling; I remembered what the text
books said about quicksand, and tried to lie down so I could float in it. But I
didn't float, I went all the way under. Nora was just able to turn the stuff off in
time and dig me out before I suffocated." Batgirl looked at her in terror and
Vinyl smiled.
"But then again, you ALREADY realize that this is not ordinary quicksand.
It something to do with this ring here; It constantly moves the sand under you,
not allowing your body to reach equilibrium. You can feel the sand giving way
under your stocking feet right now, can't you, Batgirl? And the friction of the
sand particles on the outside of your legs. - And the weariness.... OH NO, I
much prefer to watch YOU struggle from out HERE..." Vinyl's twisted, sadistic
empathy only made Batgirl feel worse. She was right. Batgirl could feel the cold
clammy sand, giving way under her; The moist particles sticking to the outside
of her stockings, as she sank slowly lower and lower.
While Vinyl destroyed any glimmer of hope in Batgirl, Nora turned and
looked back at tightly bound figure of Opera, who was obviously enjoying
Batgirl's distress as well. Nora knelt down and slid her red glove into the sand,
and scooped up a handful of the sticky ooze. Returning to Opera, Nora began to
smear to Clavicsand over Opera's helpless body. Outlining her breasts and
rubbing the moist goo between her spread thighs.
"Isn't this everything that you hoped for? Savor the way the sand feels
against your body. Cool and inviting. You can just imagine Batgirl's torment.
Slowing sinking in it; Unable to escape. Knowing that eventually, even with all
her efforts, she will drown."
"Mmmm," Opera moaned into her gag, as Nora caressed her body with the
clammy Clavicsand. Massaging her pussy and fondling her full, firm breasts.
Nora delicately took a small control that was dangling over one of the ropes, that
was keeping Opera firmly in place between the poles. Nora flicked the switch
and Opera began to writhe, wildly in her bonds.
"Oh you like the vibrator that I had Vinyl insert, before she tied you up?
Maybe, I'll turn it a little higher..." Opera convulsed. Nora pressed her body
against Opera's and softly whispered in her ear. "Look at the way Batgirl
struggles. It's very much like bondage. The sand entangles her body with its soft
sticky embrace, drawing her deeper and deeper. Notice the way the sand hugs
her thighs as they move up and down rhythmically. Each frantic struggle
introducing a new portion of her body to the moist kiss of the sand. Just look at
her, she so helpless....."
Batgirl's body was by now dripping with sweat. Physically devastated, she
stopped struggling for the briefest of moments, only to have her shapely thighs
disappear completely into the sand. As Batgirl felt the cold, clammy ooze touch
her pussy, she began to struggle again. Now unable to lift her legs, she began
twisting her body. Like a deadly dance she swayed and rocked. The sand slowly
creeping up the outside of her hips. Experimentally, she tried pushing down on
the surface of the sand with her hands. But they just slid effortlessly into the
viscous ooze.
Vinyl walked back to Nora, who was driving Opera into fits of ecstasy.
Soon, Batgirl's hips disappeared into the mire. Up to her waist in quicksand,
Batgirl looked around her in dread, but again, there was no escape.
"Oh god! I'm so tired!" Batgirl cried, stopping for a brief second to catch
her breath. Immediately, she felt her descent increase even further. She watched
in horror as her waist disappeared into Nora's synthetic nightmare. Nora and
Vinyl watched Batgirl's strength begin to falter, as they slowly brought Opera to
orgasm. Opera's gaze was transfixed on the half buried body of Batgirl, as she
continued to move in the thick white ooze. Nora left Vinyl to caress Opera, and
walked a few paces back to Batgirl, who was by now, completely exhausted.
She was sinking faster now, unable to find the strength to struggle vigorously;
At this rate, she wouldn't last more than a minute of two.
"Getting tired, Batgirl?" Nora said in mock compassion. Nora walked back
to the wall and opened a panel. Inside was a dial that was set to STRUGGLE.
"Batgirl, this dial allows me to customize your descent. As you can see, it is
currently set to STRUGGLE. But I can change that..." Nora turned the dial to
the right most setting: STILL. "If you stop struggling now and become perfectly
still, you will stop sinking..."
Batgirl, absolutely exhausted from her efforts, relaxed. As she relaxed, her
hands slid easily into the inviting sand, followed by her forearms and then her
elbows. True to Nora's word, once her arms came to rest at her side and her
body became perfectly still, Batgirl felt her descent into the quicksand stop.
Batgirl looked down and found that she had sunk up to the bottom of her
breasts, the quicksand cupping them, like a demi cup bra. Nora flicked another
switch and another ring rose above the surface of the quicksand around Batgirl.
It was exactly the same as the first ring, only much, much smaller, only a few
feet in diameter. The first ring stopped glowing and slid silently below the
surface.
To Batgirl's amazement, Nora waited a bit and then casually walked over
what used to be unstable earth, to the edge of the new ring. She got down on her
hands and knees, leaning over the almost fully submerged Batgirl. Batgirl,
realizing that firm ground was only inches away, started to lift her arms out of
the quicksand. But she froze immediately: Her movement causing her to lurch
suddenly into the sand, her breasts disappearing beneath its ripped surface.
"Oh yes that's right, Batgirl... the very slightest move will now make you
sink. Now you get to experience the other side of Clavicsand's, diabolically
torturous spectrum: Utter motionlessness!"
"You bitch!" Batgirl exclaimed, sinking two more inches in the sand.
"Shhh, you should be careful not to scream. It causes involuntary muscle
contractions. ANY movement will cause you to sink; Maybe even your
breathing." Batgirl's head and shoulders were all that remained above the
surface. And although the edge of the clavic bog was only a foot away, she
dared not move a muscle for fear of sinking completely out of sight.
Her motionlessness, intensified her experience. She could feel the clammy
particles of sand, surrounding her entire body, pushing in on her, making even
breathing difficult. She found it increasingly difficult to keep her balance
submerged in the moist sticky bog. Every so often her muscles would contract
and she would feel her body descend a little further.
"Oh god...." Batgirl whispered. "It's impossible to keep my balance....."
"Poor Batgirl. Finding it hard too stay still? You can feel the sand all over
your body now, can't you ?.....so close, pushing in on your arms, your legs...your
breasts." Nora stood up and slipped off her shoes. Then she dipped first her toe,
and then most of her stocking foot, into the gooey sand, making circles in the
soft earth. "So thick, and yet so...." Batgirl moved slightly and felt herself slide
into the sand a little further. ".... unstable." Batgirl, fearing that moving her head
would cause her to sink, looked down her nose at the surface of the quicksand,
now only inches from her chin.
"Ohhh!" Batgirl exclaimed, tilting her head back slightly, as she sank
another inch..
"You must be very still, Batgirl..." Nora whispered, as she removed her foot
from the clammy ooze with a audible slurp, small particles of sand, clinging to
her moistened nylons. Batgirl watched, as Nora slowly moved her foot along the
top of the sand, until it was right under her chin. Then she moved it to the right
and placed it on Batgirl's shoulder; Ever so gently pushing down with her toe.
"No! Please!" Batgirl screamed, shifting her weight slightly. Her shoulders
sinking beneath the surface of the viscous ooze.. Her neck and her head was all
that remained above the surface. Another shift in weight caused her to sink
again. Her neck, slowly easing into the sand. when Batgirl's chin touched the
sand, she froze; her head tilted back as far as she could.
"Don't move, Batgirl!" Batgirl suspended in the deadly mire up to her chin,
waited unmoving for what seemed like an eternity: concentrating on nothing
else but motionlessness. Nora bent over Batgirl and caressed her cheek. "I know
you can't stay motionless forever, Batgirl. It's such a shame
that you're going to die here, you're body lost forever beneath the sand's
surface."
"Nora..." Batgirl started to plead, but stopped as the sand crept over her
chin, just under her lower lip.
"Shhh....Batgirl. With you so helpless like this, I could easily rip off your
cowl and find out who you are before you die. But I won't; I like the mystery. I
would like to remember you just as you are."
"If you kill me now, your fun will be over. You will never have the pleasure
of trying to beat me EVER aga...." Batgirl said in a last ditch effort to free
herself: the sand creeping over her mouth silencing her last words. Nora looked
down at the pitiful form of Batgirl, seconds from death. She was right.
Somehow, Batgirl's death now would be anti-climatic. Nora decided that she
was not ready for Batgirl to die.............yet.
"Vinyl, turn off the sand." Vinyl, walked to the wall and flicked the red
switch. Batgirl held her breath and watched, as the ring stopped pulsating, and
slid below the surface. Then, she felt the sand, solidify around her body. Nora
quickly scooped away the sand from Batgirl's mouth and nose allowing her to
breathe.
"Untie Opera, and dig Batgirl out of the sand. I know a new game we can
play!" Vinyl walked to Opera and quickly untied her. Opera was a little wobbly,
but she recovered quickly. Opera and Vinyl dug in the soft earth with their
hands until they could free Batgirl's arms. Then slowly, they pulled her from the
stabilized synthetic quicksand, weak and exhausted. The fact that Batgirl could
barely stand on her own, did not impress Nora Clavicle; While Vinyl and Opera
held her, Nora expertly bound Batgirl's arms, making her elbows meet behind
her back. Nora faced Batgirl and softly brushed the sand from her face.
"You are filthy aren't you?" Nora remarked rhetorically. "You must have
sand in the most unspeakable places. I'm sure it's most unpleasant. Girls...please
take Batgirl and clean her up. I'm sure I can find something clean she can wear
that will match her cowl."


Opera and Vinyl took the weak Batgirl and stripped her of all of her clothes
except her cowl. Then they brought her to the shower. On the ceiling and floor
of the large shower, were manacles of stainless steel. Binding her with the
manacles, they rinsed the sand from her body and dried her. When they were
finished, they handcuffed her wrists and elbows behind her back, and brought
her back before Nora Clavicle who had picked out a sheer dark purple
bodystocking for her to wear.
With little choice, Batgirl waited as they put the bodystocking on her. It
covered her from neck to toe, which meant they had to uncuff her to put it on;
But they were taking no chances. They put a bondage belt around her waist and
attached one of her wrists to it at all times, foiling any attempt at escape. When
they were done, they removed the belt, and recuffed her wrists and elbows
behind her back.
"There. That's perfect. Girls please take our guest downstairs to her room.
I'm sure she would like to rest. She'll need her strength!'


Opera and Vinyl took Batgirl downstairs to a small cell. They stood her
against a wall and bound her legs far apart with manacles that were attached to
the wall. They then attached a metal belt around her waist. It too was attached to
the wall with a short chain. Then came the collar. Finally, after Batgirl was
helpless, they removed the cuffs from her elbows and wrists and bound her wrist
in a matching set of manacles above her head.
"Comfy?" Vinyl said, an evil smile on her face.
"Absolutely," Batgirl said, mockingly.
"Well, I'll take care of that!" Vinyl said, as she walked to the wall beside
Batgirl and slowly turned a wheel. The chains above Batgirl's head began to pull
apart, stretching her arms apart and lifting her feet off of the ground until she
was just barely able to stand on her tiptoes. At that point, the manacles around
her ankles, stopped her movement upward, stretching her body like a rack.
"Comfy now?" Batgirl didn't say anything. She just stared at Vinyl defiantly.
"This is for the bruise on the back of my head," Vinyl said, tightening the
rack another notch..
"Aaaa!" Batgirl exclaimed in pain.
"Much better..... See you in the morning!"
"I hope you like sleeping standing up!" Opera laughed, as she followed
Vinyl out of the room. The door to the cell slammed shut, leaving Batgirl in the
dark. The stone walls of the cell echoed the rattling of the chains, as she
attempted to free herself. It was useless.
Normally, Batgirl would have been able to pick the locks and free herself.
But without her hidden picks in her costume and utility belt, she was helpless.
She relaxed and soon, even though she was in pain, Batgirl managed to fall
asleep.


Batgirl awoke to the sound of the cell door opening.
"Good morning, Batgirl!" Nora said entering. As her eyes got used to the
light, Batgirl saw that Nora was now dressed in a tight PVC mini dress, with
black stockings and Patent leather ankle boots. Opera and Vinyl entered as well.
They were both dressed in white PVC Catsuits and Stiletto shoes. "I have a
special treat in store for you today. I am going let you decide your own fate! OK
girls, hold her while I undo these cuffs."
Nora loosened the rack and then took off her manacles. As soon as Batgirl's
hands were freed, she began to struggle wildly, but it was three against one and
she stood no real chance. Soon, she was forced to the ground, struggling
uselessly against the weight of the women on top of her. Opera jumped onto to
her shoulders and held her down, while Nora and Vinyl tied her hands behind
her. Once she was subdued, Nora took over in earnest.
"Fight ME, you little vixen? Well, I'll show you what stringent bondage
really is!" Nora took a piece of rope and looped it around Batgirl's arms just
above her elbows.
"Aaaggh!" Batgirl exclaimed, as Nora tightened the rope, pulling her
elbows together behind her back.
"You're so flexible, Batgirl. That's good...you'll need to be." Nora wound
the rope around her arms about five times and then cinched it off. Opera got up
off her shoulders and straddled her waist, while Nora and Vinyl grabbed one
ankle each. Batgirl valiantly kicked her feet but to no avail. The women easily
crossed them and bound them at right angles. Then a rope was attached to her
wrists and fed between her bound ankles. Nora slowly pulled on the rope until
Batgirl was in a strict hog-tie. Another rope was attached to her elbows and
pulled tightly around her the outside of her shoulders and then up behind her
neck and around her shoulders again to her elbows. There it was tied off,
effectively pulling her shoulders even further back.
"Turn her over." The two women obliged and Batgirl was turned on her
back. "Hold open her knees."
"What are you doing to me?" Batgirl pleaded, trying to fight to no avail.
"It's just a part of the game, Batgirl. I think you'll enjoy it." Nora unsnapped
the crotch of Batgirl purple bodystocking to reveal her pussy.
"God! What are you doing!? Stop!" Batgirl pleaded as Nora, took out a
object, put a small amount of KY Jelly on it and careful inserted it into her.
Then she resnapped the crotch of her bodystocking and quickly added a tight
crotchrope, holding the object inside.
"Uncomfortable, Batgirl?...good. Now it time for you to decide your own
destiny...OK girls, let's introduce Batgirl to the Ramp of Decision!" With that
they picked her up and carried her struggling bound body to the next room.


The next room was large with a very tall ceiling. In the center of the room
was a very large and elaborate looking device. It was made up of a steel frame
that held a circular pole. The pole was attached to the frame at both ends. The
pole itself, started at about shoulder height and extended upward at an angle of
about thirty degrees. It was thirty feet long and about three feet in diameter. The
pole started off black at the bottom, and then every five feet it turned a lighter
shade until at the top it was almost white. On the side of the pole in each
gradient section there was writing. At the top of the pole was a huge clock.
"This is the Ramp of Decision, Batgirl. There is a little bell at the top. All
you have to do to go free, is to make it to the top, and ring the bell before the
thirty minute time limit. Of course this would be easy if you weren't all tied up,
but that the whole fun of this little exercise. You'll notice that the pole is split
into sections. If you don't make it up to the top, your death will be chosen by the
section that you are in, when time expires."
"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?"
"Oh no, that would be too easy. If I had wanted that, I could have just let
you drown in the Clavicsand. This is much more delicious. I get to watch you
struggle to get to the top. And I recommend that you do struggle. Each section
down from the top, determines a more and more nasty death. You see at the very
top section is "Orgasm", the next one is "Tickle", then "Whip", then "Shock",
Then "Sever" and finally here at the bottom, "Clavic's Choice". This one
particularly nasty and I wouldn't recommend that you end up here. If you fall
off, the net below the pole will catch you and that counts as the lowest ranking.
Are you ready?"
"Do I have a choice?" Batgirl asked defiantly.
"Well, now that you mention it.....NO. Girls!" Batgirl was taken to the ramp
and placed on top of the pole. Unable to use her hands, she had to use her knees
and thighs to hold on. "One final thing," Nora said pulling out a harness ball
gag.
"No..please..." Batgirl pleaded, but Nora was already pushing the red rubber
ball into her mouth. She attached the strap under her chin and behind her head,
and pulled the strap over the top and her head, attaching it to the strap behind
her neck. Then she took out a thin piece of rope and attached it the harness. She
fed the rope though her elbow ropes, pulled it tight and tied it off, forcing her
chin off the pole.
"MMMMph...MmphMm!" Batgirl protested to no avail.
"There perfect. Ready?"
"MMMPh!" Batgirl screamed into her gag.
"I'll take that as a yes. GO!" Nora said, as she activated the clock
mechanism. Batgirl began immediately. Using her knees she slowly shimmied
her way up the pole. Soon she neared the second section. As soon as she entered
it, the object that Nora had inserted earlier, began to vibrate. Batgirl stopped,
gripping the pole with her knees.
"Oh did I forget to mention that I inserted a remote controlled vibrator in
you? With each new section, the intensity of the vibrator will increase." Batgirl
didn't have time to get upset and continued up the pole. Progress was slow and
exhausting, and as she climbed the vibration in her pussy intensified. She tried
not to get excited, but it was no use: the higher she climbed the more turned on
she got. She looked up at the clock. Twenty five minutes to go and she was
already nearing section three. She would make it easily. But as Batgirl entered
the third section, she felt some thing wet and slimy under her belly and stocking
thighs. Batgirl knew immediately what is was. Nora began to laugh, realizing
that the grease had been released along the length of the pole.
"Yes Batgirl, it's grease. It's all along the outside of the pole now. Don't .....
slip." Just as she said that, Batgirl felt herself begin to slide slowly down the
pole. She began to struggle wildly, trying to gain some type of control, but it
was useless. She continued to move down the suddenly slippery pole until she
reached the bottom, completely disheartened. Nora came over to Batgirl and cut
the hog-tie rope.
"There. That ought to give you a little help. You ought to get going. Trust
me, you don't want to be down here when the time expires." Batgirl, slowly
began her trek back up the pole. She was much more careful now and took her
time. Even though it was slippery, she was able to very methodically inch her
way upward. Inward and downward with her stocking feet, then her knees
forward an inch, then her body forward....
The vibration in her pussy slowly increased, adding to her torment. It was
getting harder and harder to concentrate. By level four Batgirl had broken into a
heavy sweat. Making the journey even more treacherous. At level five the
vibrator began to pulsate wildly. It took Batgirl by suprise and almost caused her
to miss a step in her regime. She was nearing orgasm. She tried to hold off but it
was impossible. She looked at the clock. Less than five minutes left. Level five
was a nightmare. The grease flow out of the pole increased and the vibrators
silent vibrations got even heavier. Batgirl plodded on, her bound body shaking
from the exhaustion and tension of near orgasm.
She entered level six. Two minutes left. The vibration intensified to a
monstrous peak. Batgirl saw the bell in front of her. Four feet away...Then at the
worst possible time, her body gave into the vibrators deadly temptation and
orgasmed. There was nothing she could do but hold on for dear life. Wave after
wave of passion washed over her, as she rode out the storm. Finally, it was over.
Batgirl looked up at the clock; There were only thirty seconds left.
Realizing how little time was remaining, she panicked. Abandoning her careful
rhythm that had allowed her to climb up the incredible slippery pole with the
user of her arms, she slipped. She stopped moving as soon as she felt the soft
nylon of her bodystocking slip on the greasy pole, but by then, it was too late;
She had already lost traction, and was beginning to slide helplessly downward.
Her worst fears realized, she struggled wildly to regain herself, but could
not do so. To her utter dismay, she found that no amount of struggling could
stop her downward momentum. In fact, her speed only increased. She stopped
struggling and watched in horror, as she descended down the pole; Finally
coming to rest at the very bottom, just as time expired. Nora Clavical walked up
to the broken form of Bargirl, leaned over her and whispered in her ear in mock
compassion.
"Oh Batgirl.... you were so close. I really thought you have a chance. But
close doesn't count. The selection is Clavic's Choice. How delicious. I'm afraid
that you're going to wish I had left you in the Clavicsand, Batgirl...."

What could be worse than Clavicsand?

Chapter 3

"Remove her from the pole," Nora commanded. Batgirl was lifted off the
slimy pole and held before Nora, the front of her purple bodystocking glistening
with the mixture of sweat and slime. Her head was still held up by the harness
ballgag, that Nora had so thoughtfully inserted. Nora approached her and
casually slid her hand down Batgirl's body, pausing to caress her breasts, which
were covered in ooze.
"Ooo, Batgirl, you're filthy. You seem to be making rather a habit of that
lately. Girls, take Batgirl, and get her cleaned up again. I want her to look her
best for her grand finale." Opera and Vinyl led the still bound Batgirl back to the
shower, cut the bodystocking from her bound body, and to Batgirl's infinite
relief, removed the ballgag. Then the women took infinite pleasure in cleansing
her thoroughly. When they were satisfied that she was clean AND substanially
aroused, they led Batgirl back to a small room where Nora stood waiting, gun in
hand.
"Remove her restraints." Opera opened a switch-blade knife and quickly cut
through the ropes holding Batgirl's arms tightly behind her back. While Batgirl
rubbed the circulation back into her wrists and elbows, Vinyl exited briefly, then
returned, carrying a familiar purple outfit.
"Look Batgirl," Nora said, gesturing to the outfit that Vinyl had in her arms.
"While you were "hanging around" last night, I had Opera clean your costume
for you... PUT IT ON." Batgirl, looked down momentarily at the large caliber
firearm which Nora was pointing at her midsection, then took the purple, latex
teddy and black pantyhose from Vinyl.
"I think it only fitting that you are properly attired when they find you,"
Nora added. With a brief look of protest, Batgirl sat down on a small stool, and
pulled on the pantyhose. Then she stood, and with effort, slid into the extremely
tight teddy. She allowed Vinyl to help her with the zipper, and then turned,
faced Nora, and put her hands on her hips defiantly. Nora erupted into a huge
smile.
"Oh Batgirl, your so precious. Always the crimefightress. Well, we'll see
how defiant your are once you've had a taste of my new invention. Girls, let's
introduce Batgirl to the Molded Damsel!" The girls opened a large door and
exited, only to return seconds later, pulling a large platform, atop of which was a
huge robot-like object. It was smooth and futuristic looking, and made of what
looked like black fiberglass. It's arms and legs were straight and spread in a X
configuration. All in all, Batgirl thought to herself, it looked like a huge, black
gingerbread man with its arms in the air. Where the face would have been, had
been cut away revealing a hollow interior.
Vinyl set the wheel locks and climbed up on platform. She reached behind
the figure and pushed a button. With the slightest of noises, the entire front of
the figure slid open and slightly forward; then hinged at the bottom, tilting down
until it was almost horizontal. Once opened, Batgirl could see that the inside was
contoured to the human body. And once closed, the figure would trap a person
like a medieval iron maiden. Batgirl removed her gaze from the device and
looked over at Nora, who was busy watching her reaction.
"Intriguing, isn't it Batgirl? Care for a closer look?"
"I can see it just fine from here."
"Oh, I insist... GIRLS!" If it weren't for the gun, Batgirl would certainly
have resisted, for though she didn't know exactly what was in store for her, she
knew with Nora perpensity for fiendish contraptions, it wasn't going to be good.
Still, the gun was aimed at her midsection, so she had little choice but to let
Vinyl and Opera lead her atop the platform. They turned her around to face
Nora, and shoved her backwards against the inside of the figure.
"Step up on the footrests, Batgirl," Nora ordered. Batgirl, obliged and found
that the footrests were no restful at all. They were shaped like extremely high
heeled shoes, and as she stood on them, Batgirl found she was forced to stand on
her tiptoes. "Good. Now lean back." Batgirl, looked down at the gun and then at
the two women next to her. Then she leaned back into the contoured interior of
the figure. It was not hard, but soft and rubbery, and conformed to her body's
every curve like a soft, clay mold.
"Girls.." Opera and Vinyl quickly made sure that Batgirl would not have
second thoughts about being so cooperative. Bright blue straps which were
affixed to the inside of the figure quickly immobilized her at her ankles, wrists
and waist, as well as around her neck. When they were finished, Batgirl could
barely move.
"Isn't this a little overkill Nora, even for you?" Batgirl commented.
"Obviously, when this thing is closed, these straps will be pointless. I won't be
able to move once you close this thing."
"Oh, you'll be moving Batgirl. You'll be rocking and rolling in there soon.
Opera, zip her up!" Opera reached behind the figure and pushed a button. The
front of the figure tilted up again until it was vertical, and then closed sealing
Batgirl inside, her face visible in the cut-away portion of the head. Batgirl had
fully expected the front of the figure to fit like the back, but was still amazed at
how tight and form fitting it was as it closed around her. For instance, instead of
just pushing her breasts against her body, it cupped them. The only area that
wasn't super tight was her head. She was able to move it within the cavity and
look out on the wicked face of Nora, who climbed up on the platform and stood
before her, smiling.
"Comfortable, Batgirl?" Nora asked, wickedly.
"It's not too bad," Batgirl replied. "Actually it's rather cozy."
"Really?" Nora reached behind the figure and Batgirl heard a quiet click.
"We'll see about that." Suddenly, Batgirl felt areas within the figure press even
closer to her body. On and around her breasts, behind her knees and especially
between her spread legs. Something pushed up against her pussy, causing
Batgirl to flinch. Then she felt the area around her breasts begin to tingle. It was
like finger nails softly touching her, then hands messaging, then pinching.
"Ouch!" Batgirl exclaimed and strained against her bonds. Suddenly, with a
loud clack, the straps holding her wrists and ankles pulled slightly apart
stretching her body like a medeaval rack. "Augh!"
"Oh, I'm sorry Batgirl, I forgot to explain the idea of this device. Think of it
as magic fingers, with a kick. As you are now probably already aware, hidden
inside the soft interior are a number of sensory agents, all designed with one
idea in mind: To give you the greatest orgasm, you've ever had." The area
between Batgirl's thighs awakened and Batgirl felt something wet, first caress
and then vibrate against her clitoris, sending shock waves across her body. She
arched her feet and again the machine tightened ever so slightly, pulling her
limbs further apart.
"Ah!" Batgirl exclaimed again.
"It's also programmed to make sure it's the LAST orgasm you'll ever have.
Unfortunately, the machines sensors are programmed to tighten if you move. Of
course, you will find it impossible not to respond to the machine's stimulus. It
will continue to arouse you, until eventually, you orgasm and are pulled apart at
the seams..." Nora said, breaking into a wicked laugh.
"You bitch!" CLACK "Ah!" Batgirl screamed, as the machine tightened
once more.
"I would love to stay and watch... You know me, I just love to watch you
struggle, but I am afraid we must be off." Nora turned away momentarily as if to
leave, and then turned back to face Batgirl, whose eyes were closed and head
was tilted back, mouth slightly open, obviously in the midst of another pleasure
wave.
"Oh, and I'm afraid that this machine won't respond to your cries for mercy
like I did. In fact you'll find it has no compassion what so ever. It will just
continue it's slow, diabolical little job until..." CLACK
"Ahh!"
"... Well at least you'll die... smiling!" Nora stepped down off the platform
and ushered the girls outside. But she couldn't help but turn just as she neared
the door and deliver one parting blast. "Don't move!" And then she turned,
laughter echoing down the stone hallway as she left. Batgirl was left alone with
her fate clearly laid out before her.
The machine continued to arouse her, slowly caressing her body, and when
she responded, it would stretch her slightly more. It was relentless. She
concentrated on keeping as perfectly still as possible, but the tension within her
body would slowly build, until it was torturous. Then against her will, her body
would respond, causing the machine to tighten slightly more, until finally she
was stretched to her maximum. And the cycle would begin again.
Nora had certainly outdone herself. After just a short time, Batgirl's body
was dripping with sweat from the strain and arousal. She was helpless to stop it.
The pain from her limbs was becoming intense, and merged with the incredible
pleasure, until they were inseparable. The machines deadly activations had
stepped up a notch. She would orgasm soon. She knew what would happen then:
She would die. The machine's sensations built again.
Batgirl felt a touch begin at her feet and slowly move upward between her
thighs to her aching pussy. It searched out her most vulnerable area and slowly
began to vibrate. At the same time small
points of pressure began to move around and under her breasts, sucking at her
nipples, biting, messaging.
The passion grew once more inside of her and she knew that she could hold
out no more. The vibration on her clitoris increased until she could think of
nothing but letting go, releasing to her pleasure, knowing full well, that if she
did, she would die. She didn't care any more. She had no more strength left. Her
entire body stiffened in expectation of what was to come. Then suddenly the
door to the room flew open.
"Batgirl!" It was Batman.
"Oh my god!..... Batman! ... turn..ah... this... machine off.ff! .....Hurry!"
Batman flew up onto the platform, found the button that turned the machine off,
and pushed it. Just as he did so, Batgirl came, in a rush of emotion that she
couldn't comprehend. Wave upon wave of pleasure rocked her body with such
abandon, that she was completely unaware of herself, until the waves subsided
had and she found that Batman had opened the machine and was freeing her
wrists and ankles. Exhausted, she fell into Batman's waiting arms.
"Batgirl, are you allright?" Batgirl was limp, but came around quickly.
"Oh thank-you, Batman! I thought that I was stretched. How did you...
Nora! She's gone!" Batgirl exclaimed, realizing that Nora must have escaped.
"Don't worry about Nora and her gang. They are aren't going anywhere."
Batman lead Batgirl back to the playroom, where Nora, Opera and Vinyl were
all up to their breasts in Clavicsand. "Well it seems like the Clavic trio have
been caught in their own sandy soup."
"Batgirl, Please! Get us out of here! We're drowning!" Opera pleaded.
Batgirl walked up to the ring that enclosed the synthetic quicksand and smiled.
"Oh, you shouldn't move..." Batgirl said, dipping her stocking foot into the
thick white slurry and making small rings in it's viscous surface. "I think maybe
it's fitting that you should all perish at the hands of your own sadistic sludge."
"Oh god no, Batgirl. Please turn it off!" Batgirl glanced at Batman and then
back at the women, who like Batgirl earlier, could not help but move slightly in
the deadly quicksand. Each slight movement causing their bodies to sink lower
and lower, until only their heads remained above the surface. "BATGIRL!
PLEASE!" Batgirl slowly walked around the ring of quicksand and then stepped
up on the walkway. Then she paused, before finally flicking the switch that
turned the fiendish synthetic quicksand off. Before the women could lift their
arms, the slurry quickly congealed around them, trapping them up to their necks
in heavy sand.
"Well, Batman? Should we go?"
"Why not? Everything here is under control."
"You can't leave us like this!" Nora screamed.
"The police will be here shortly to dig you out," Batgirl said as she walked
down the corridor. "Don't move....!"


Once outside, it dawned on Batgirl that the Boy Wonder was missing.
"Batman, where is Robin?"
"He's out checking out the other fetishwear factory. There are only two in
Gotham City, you know."
"Yes I know," Batgirl said smiling, as she straddled her Batgirl cycle and
kick-started it. "How about dinner?"
"I'm afraid that I will have to take a rain check. I promised Robin that I
would take him fishing."
"Oh well...next time," Batgirl said, as she turned her cycle to the street. She
took a final look at Batman, thought momentarily about the wasted opportunity,
and sped off into the night.


She arrived home exhausted. She took off her Batgirl outfit, washed it and
hung it up to dry. It was latex; It would dry quickly. Then she slipped into a hot
bath, her joints still aching from the stretch of Nora's machine. She felt lucky to
be alive. She momentarily wondered if she was crazy for continuing her
crimefighting activities. Then the thought was pushed aside, as the soft, soapy
sponge slid down her body and between her legs. She wondered what tomorrow
would bring.


Barbara awoke refreshed. The morning was bright and cheerful. She had
slept well. Her right shoulder was still a little stiff, but it would be OK. She put
on a black bustier, thong bikini brief, garter belt and black stockings, then
covered it up with a gray wool business suit. She looked in the mirror at her
conservative exterior, and smiled. She wondered which outfit was really her.
She grabbed a bagel and fled out the door, getting to work exactly on time, as
usual. There was a melee at the Library. As she entered the building, Tracy, Her
assistant came up to her, flustered.
"Barbara! We've had a break in."
"How can you tell?" Barbara said, looking around. Everything appeared
normal.
"When I unlocked the doors this morning, this was on your desk. It wasn't
here when I locked up on Saturday." Tracy produced a small back box, wrapped
in shiny, black wrapping paper and decorated with a big pink bow. There was a
card attached, addressed to Barbara Gordon. It was unsigned. Barbara took the
box and opened it carefully. Inside was a jet-black kitten with a bright pink
collar.
"Oh how cute!" Tracy said, reaching into the box before Barbara could stop
her.
"Wait!" Barbara cried, but it was too late.
"Ouch!" Tracy exclaimed as she pulled her hand from the box. There was a
small tickle of blood, flowing from a little nick on her finger. "Something on the
collar pricked-" And she collapsed.
'Tracy!" Barbara exclaimed. She felt for a pulse and found none. She
attempted CPR but it was useless. Tracy was dead. She looked into the box and
found a note:
"This is only the beginning of my revenge. Soon all Gotham City will hear
me roar.
Catwoman"
Barbara ran to the phone and called her father. Things were not right in Gotham
City. She had a feeling that things were going to get worse.


What this? Catwoman back on the streets of Gotham?! Holy Sexual Evil -
Purrrsonifiied! The best is yet to come.

Here is the second (and superior IMHO) part of the Perils of Batgirl story by The Weatherman. Once again, this was originally posted in 1995 and I am reposting it here bad grammar, spelling, and all. Enjoy! The cliffhanger at the very end with Batgirl in the Cat's Cradle, that was intentional. Jim never posted another chapter after that.

THE PERILS OF BATGIRL II
A Bondage Adventure Serial
1995 - The Weatherman

Chapter 1

Valerie Ashlyn sat back in the plush, leather chair and slowly
re-crossed her legs, giving old Mr. Layhee a lasting look up her
short wool skirt at the shimmering tops of her black silk
stockings. Judging by his reaction, he may well have seen more.
If so, all the better. The act was completely intentional;
Valerie Ashlyn enjoyed teasing. Especially Mr. Layhee.

In the latter stages of her stepfathers life, especially just
before his death, she had been given ample opportunity; Mr.
Layhee and his troupe of stodgy lawyers had been constantly around,
advising and interfering.

'Miss. Ashlyn, thank you for coming.'

'Oh come now Mr. Layhee, call me Valerie. All of my friends do.'
She said with the slightly hint of a smile, as she rested her
hands on her slightly raised knee and then slowly slid them up
the top of her stocking.

'uh..yes..uh... Well of course.' Mr. Layhee stuttered,
momentarily at a lost for words, as her watched Valerie pull
slightly on her stocking with her fingers, then smooth it with
her hands. 'Since you are the last surviving member of the
Ashlyn family, you have been asked here to know of your father's
wishes for his estate.'

'Oh yes. Poor step-daddy. I am so heartbroken to see him go.'
Valerie said leaning back, her six-inch, black, stiletto pump,
falling off her stocking heel and dangling onto her outstretched
toes.

'Mr. Ashlyn was very adamant that you understand his wishes
clearly.' he said, his eyes fixed on the dark reinforced heel of
her stocking foot as she casually kicked her leg up and down.

'I understand.' She said, shifting in her seat slightly, casually
letting her shoe fall from her oustretched foot to the floor.
She leaned over, giving Mr. Layhee a long view down her white
silk shirt at her ample cleavage, and casually picked it up. She
looked up and found that Mr. Layhee was staring. She smiled.

'Lovely shoe, isn't it. One of our biggest sellers.' She said,
fondling the shoe above her lap, as if it were Mr. Layhee's cock.
'It's our six-inch, Domina pump. Specially made for us in
Italy.... Very kinky.'

Mr. Layhee, shifted in HIS seat. He had to. He was now
rock hard. His eyes were glued to her every move, as she reached down,
rubbed her stocking foot sexily and then ever so slowly, slid
the shoe back on.

He had to get this over with. He couldn't take much more of this
young woman's presence. The last few months around her had been
torturous. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of her. He
wondered, if she knew the effect that she had on him.

'Miss Ashlyn, it is your father's wish that you be told now, in
private, how he intends to distribute his profits from his vast
fetishwear empire. The rest of the heirs will be told in three
weeks at a news conference at Apparel Obsessia's annual
Fetishwear Awards Dinner, where Batgirl, as you know, is too be
unveiled as this years "Sexiest Woman in Gotham". An event your
step-father was looking forward to with immense anticipation'

Valerie shifted in her seat, uncomfortably.

BATGIRL.

That was all her father had talked about for the last six months.
Valerie was sick of her. Ever since her sudden arrival in Gotham
last September, her father had been spellbound by her incredible
sexual persona, and of course being the head of Apparel Obsessia,
the world's largest bondage and fetish, clothing and supply
company, he was thrilled with her outfits.

'.... so it is your father's wish to bestow his vast fortune to
the following women that have made his last few years, a joy to
live.'

Valerie awoke from her reverie.

'What do you mean, wo-MEN?' Valerie said, sitting up slightly.

'It is your father's wish to split the inheritance as follows:'
he continued, reading the legal document in his hand.

"To my step daughter, I leave the company, the house and one
fourth of my cash holdings. The rest of my cash holdings are to
be divided as follows: Shelley Prince, Cheri La Gams, and Lisa
Hartley, each get ten million dollars each, to dress themselves
to their very sexiest delight."

'-Ten Mill-!' Valerie started. 'To...to...to...those whores?!'

Mr. Grayhee was undaunted. He had expected this.

"The rest of my holdings go to Batgirl. The very sexiest woman I
know. She has done more for the fetishwear industry since she
arrived in Gotham City than all the res of the woman in Gotham
combined.
May this money help her keep the streets exciting for all of us
for some time to come."

'BATGIRL?! That purple do-gooding Bat-BITCH?!'
Valerie screamed, bolting to her feet. 'How...how much is the
rest?!'

'Approximately three-hundred-and-sixty million dollars.'

'Three hundred... That's ridiculous! She's got no right to that
money, its mine! I'll fight it in court!'

'I'm afraid that it's quite legal. As long as Batgirl shows up
next month to receive her award, I'm afraid that she is entitled
to the three-hundred and fifty-million. Your father made sure
that there were no loopholes.'

'I know he thought she was sexy but come on!' She ranted, slowly
pacing back and forth.

'He was quite enamored with her, yes.'

'How much is left for me?!'

'Oh, the company is worth over a fifty million, the house about
five, and a quarter of the holdings is a little over one hundred
and twenty. That's about a hundred and seventy-five million.

'A hundred and sevent-? She's getting twice as much!'

'It was your father's wish for you to do something with your
life. He felt that giving you sole ownership of the company
would allow you to earn your future so to speak. Plus, a hundred
and twenty-five million in cash is hardly chump change. I'm
sure you can live comfortabl-'

'You don't know anything!' She ranted, as she grabbed her purse
and flew out the room, slamming the oak door behind her.

Mr. Grayhee sat back in his chair and sighed.

'She took that well...'

*


ONE WEEK LATER: AT A DESERTED PAPER MILL ON MEOW WAY.....


A solitary black-patent ankle boot, hangs suspended by a shapely
ankle. It's five inch heel, floating like a dagger in air,
effortlessly.

Two black gloved hands arrive, on the tips of which are attached
razor- sharp claws that gleam in the soft light. Instead of
tearing, the hands pull on the boot and then slowly glide down
the black nylon encasing the ankle, moving slowly down to the
knee, then the thigh. They move downward, then turn and
slide up the black patent teddy, around the slim waist, and over
a pair ample breasts.

'What a Purrrfectly wonderful body... Who else but Catwoman could
possibly be named "Sexiest Woman in Gotham"?'

'Mmmph.' Talon grunted, through her tight cloth gag.

Catwoman stopped her preening and sat up, her dark auburn hair
cascading around her shapely shoulders.

'Damned right... no one. Next week, I'll be the talk of Gotham.'

Talon, Catwoman's favorite Sex Kitten, shifted her weight,
slightly. The ropes encasing her body immediately reacted,
tightening around her wrists and elbows, and pulling her stocking
feet that were tied tightly together at right angles, even closer
to her wriggling hands. That in turn, caused her shoulders to
move back, causing the ropes around her breasts to constrict even
further, in turn causing the fiendish crotchrope to draw even
deeper into her pussy.

'Ahhh...' Talon moaned, as the gag tightened automatically in
conjunction with the ropes.

'I warned you not to move, Talon. You're tied in my special
constrictor hog-tie.' Catwoman whispered quietly. 'Are you
enjoying it?'

'Mmmmm' Talon responded, trying her very best to be still.

'I can see that you are...' Catwoman purred, moving her hand down
between Talon's spread legs, slowly messaging her crotch. 'Your
pussy is so wet. I should tie you up more often.'

There was a knock at the door.

'Excuse me, Catwoman.'

Catwoman looked up to see Passion, another of her Sex Kitten's in
the doorway.

'What is it? Can't you see, I'm playing?' Catwoman said slightly
annoyed.

'A miss Valerie Ashlyn is upstairs. She wants to see you.'
Catwoman sat up.

'Valerie Ashlyn, the heir apparent of Apparel Obsessia? This
must be it. Show her in, my all means.' Catwoman said, smiling
brightly as she stood up.

Moments later, Passion reentered with a truly beautiful young
woman. She was blond and in her mid twenties. Her face was that
of an angel, but her body was purely and completely wicked. This
young tease probably melted men right into the sidewalk as she
walked by.

She was wearing a shiny and unbelievably tight, neon-blue halter
dress made of latex. It look dripping wet, like she had just dipped
herself in gleaming blue paint. It was cut so low that her large
breasts
were bulging out at the top, and it was so short that when she
moved, Catwoman could see her panties. On her feet were one of
the most beautiful pair of blue shoes Catwoman had ever seen.
They perfectly matched the dress, and were so high, that Catwoman
was impressed she could even stand in them, let alone walk.

She girl shot a quick glance at the bound figure of Talon on the
floor, smiled and held out her hand.

'Hello, I'm Valerie Ashlyn. Thank you for seeing me.'

'I'm Catwoman. You've already met Passion, and that is my
special assistant Talon on the ground over there. She asked for
me to show her one of my special ties.'

Valerie took a long at Talon in her intricite bondage. Catwoman
noticed the slight deviant smile on her lips.

'Nice ropework.' She was obviously more impressed, than shocked.

'How did you know where to find me?' Catwoman asked.

'A Mutual friend told me where to find you.'

'Which mutual friend?'

'Nora Clavicle, she was a good customer of my private boutique,
until Batgirl sent her to prison a month ago.'

'To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?' Catwoman said,
smiling. 'Here to give me the good news about the award?'

'I need your help.'

Catwoman raised her eyebrow questioningly. 'With what.'

With a major thorn in both of our sides... Batgirl!'

Valerie went on to explain the situation and Catwoman seemed
unimpressed until she heard that Batgirl was going to receive the
Sexiest Woman in Gotham award.

'BATGIRL?!...' Catwoman screamed. 'That purple prima dona? She
doesn't know what sexy is! You can't give that award to her!'

'I have no choice.'

'Why not, you said that you're in charge of the company now.'

'It was in the will. Of course, if she were out of the way....'

Catwoman smiled. 'Let's see. If she dies before the awards
dinner, you would receive an additional three hundred and sixty
million. Give me a hundred of that and I will take pleasure in
taking care of her, personally.'

'A hundred Mill-!'

'-Not a penny less. I'll even take care of the other bimbos as
well. That would reduce the drain on your inheritance by another
thrity million. That means you're really only out seventy.'

Valerie thought about it for a second. 'Very well.'

'I'll need an advance.' Catwoman smiled, her evil mind already
racing. 'I've been working on some truly wicked new inventions,
but I haven't really had the working capital to fully realise
them. Some of them are particularly... stimulating. The things
I want to build will need serious money. Especially the things I
have in mind for Batgirl....' Catwoman paused, her hands moving
down her breasts. 'Her demise will need to be particularly....
elaborate.'

'Delicious.' Valerie gushed.

'Ahhhh!....'

Valerie looked over at Talon. The bondage had tightened
dramatically since she had arrived. Of course, that was all part
of Catwoman's game. She had started Talon in a relatively
comfortable position, by Catwoman's standards anyway; Over time
however, her involantary movements had caused the ropes to slowly
tighten.

Now she was in the most stringent of hogties. She was obviously
in quite a bit of discomfort. The gag alone had tightened so
much that it pulled at the corners of her mouth like she was
hanging from it.

'I have no problem paying for it, if you can make Batgirl as
uncomfortable as this.' Valerie asked, smiling.

'This is nothing in comparison to what I have in mind for
Batgirl!' Catwoman laughed wildly...

' ...Now the first thing we need to do is get Batgirl involved.
And I know just the thing!' Catwoman exclaimed, walking to the
table and grabbing the Gotham Times newspaper. 'I see your
"friend" Lisa Hartley is opening the Gotham Park City Mall in
three weeks. I think we can kill two birds with one stone so to
speak...'

'Excellent!' Valerie squealed. 'Here's the card to my private
fetish boutique on the east side. Meet me in three hours. I
need time to get some cash together.'

Catwoman took the card, walked over to Talon and swiped at the
key hog-tie rope with her hand. Her claws ripped through the
rope connecting Talon's hands to her feet and in seconds, the
ropes around her body loosened.

'Aaaaaugh...' Talon moaned in relief.

'Sorry Talon, playtime is over. It's time to get our
construction hats on!

*

WHATS THIS!? CATWOMAN AND FETISHWEAR PRINCESS VALERIE ASHLYN....
TEAMING UP TO REAK HAVOCK ON BATGIRL AND GOTHAMS SEXIEST? HOLY
STIMULATION! THE BEST IS YET TO COME....

STAY TUNED....

Chapter 2

* *

Barbara Gordon stepped into her center city apartment and closed
the door. Charie squawked a fond welcome home.

'Hello Charie. Miss me?' Barbara cooed, filling his feeder with
bird seed.

It had been a long week. Hell, it had been a long couple of
months. Her episode with Nora Clavicle still loomed in her mind,
though it had happened almost two months ago now. She would be
happy when her trial was over. It had dominated the headlines
for a couple of weeks, but now, like everything in Gotham City,
it was almost forgotten to most of the quiet city inhabitants.

No so Barbara. It would take time to heal the emotional strain
that Nora had put her through. Especially the Clavicsand. Even
two months later she could still feel herself sinking in that
diabolical goo. The thought gave her goosebumps. She wondered
how long it would take for her to forget it. She thought how
long she had hovered with her chin resting on the unstable
surface of the sand and decided... -Maybe never.

She forced herself to stop thinking about it. It was over now and she
had
time to rest and forget. She really couldn't complain. Gotham was
quiet.
Amazingly quiet. All the master criminals were behind bars. Well all
but
Catwoman. She had slipped into hiding months ago, after being freed
on a
technicality. Rumors persisted that she had given up her wicked ways
for
good, but Barbara didn't buy it.

Barbara walked into the bedroom and stepped out of her wool
business suit. She walked to the mirror and looked at herself.
Under her dress Barbara had, as usual, worn something
interesting. Her favorite black velvet basque, panties and black
stockings.

She had worn it in the expectation of her date with Bruce that
night. Unfortunately, Bruce had called her at 4:00pm to cancel.
It seemed he had forgotten that Dick Grayson's Annual Gotham-
Scout camping trip was this weekend. Of COURSE. He had to be a
troop leader. What didn't he do?

'Boy, are you missing a good time.' She said under her breath, as
she slid her hands up the outside of her body. Damn him! SHE
was missing a good time. She was horny. She hadn't had a really
good orgasm since... since... her time with Nora.

Barbara hated to admit it to herself, but it was true. Nora had
given her the two most intense orgasms she had ever experienced:
The first on the Ramp of Decision. The second just as Batman
rescued her from the sexual iron maiden.

She opened her eyes and realized she was playing with herself.
She stopped.

Why was the idea of sex, mixed with bondage and life threatening
danger, so incredibly appealing to her? In one way it was
horrifying. In another, it was the ultimate turn-on.

*DING*

Barbara came out of her reverie. Someone was at the door. She
quickly grabbed a robe, and answered it.

'Gotham Delivery Express!'

Barbara's pussy got wet with excitement. Could this be it? She
looked through the peephole and it was a Gotham Delivery guy.
She opened the door.

'I have a delivery for a Miss Gordon.' He said, admiring, the
dark haired beauty before him, obviously noticing the black stockings
and
five-inch stiletto pumps under the terry robe.

'That's me.'

'Sign here please. Thank you, have a nice night.'

Barbara took the package, locked the door and literally flew into
the bedroom.

'Please be it.' She said, already ripping the plain brown package
open. It was. Under the wrapping was a pink Apparel Obsessia
gift box. Barbara opened it.

Inside was a set of bondage restraints. They were bright red and
black, and made of leather with shining metal fastenings. There
were restraints for each wrist and ankle, as well as a matching
bondage belt and vibrator. On the belt there was a small black
dial. On one of the wrist restraints, there was also a small red
button.

Barbara looked in the box and found a small instruction leaflet.

"Apparel Obsessia
Self-Bondage Restraint System TM

Just one in of a series of inescapable bondage products
by the undisputed leader in kink... Apparel Obsessia.
Your place for bondage.

CAUTION

Once activated, restraints will not open until desired time limit
is exceeded. Please take necessary precautions. Once locked,
they are quite inescapable. Apparel Obsessia is not liable for
any accidents or mishaps, planned or otherwise, that may arise
from the use of its products.

Directions:

1- Put on belt.

2- Install vibrator onto crotch strap (optional).

3- Insert vibrator and lock crotch strap into receptacle
on front of belt.

4- Set time desired time limit (black dial on belt)

5- Push in dial to set.

6- Put on restraints.

7- Push red button (on wrist restraint) to start.

8- Enjoy."

Barbara had to try them. She took off her robe and started to
strap the belt around her waist. Then she decided that it would
be a good idea to go to the bathroom first.

After she had relieved herself, she walked back in the bedroom
and kicked off her shoes. The belt went on first. She
slid the three-inch wide, leather belt around her waist and locked the
strap into the special receptacle. Then she grabbed the quarter-inch
wide crotch strap that was attached to the belt behind her, pulled it
between her legs and snapped the vibrator in place.

Barbara was already wet with excitement and needed no lubricant
as she slid the vibrator completely into her pussy. She then
slid the crotch strap through a metal receptacle on the front of
the belt. It clicked as it slid in. She adjusted it till it was
tight, but not uncomfortable, and turned her attention to the
timer knob.

It was small, about the size of a penny, and around it's outside
were numbers that indicated hours. The minimum setting was
thirty minutes. The maximum setting was seven hours. Barbara
felt her a rush of excitement at the thought of being tied up for
seven hours, but then thought she had better go slow the first
time. She set the dial to one hour and pushed the dial into the
belt. It slid in flush with the belt, making it impossible to
change. Ingenious.

Next Barbara put the leather cuffs around her ankles, the short,
one-inch connecting chain already in place. She then attached the
cuffs
around her wrists and attached another short metal chain into one
of the cuffs receptacles. It clicked in. She put her hands
behind her back and fed the chain through a d-ring on the back of
the belt and into the receptacle of the free cuff.

Now the moment of truth. She hesitated, then finally pushed the
red button on her right cuff.

*CLICK!*

All the restraints locked at once. Barbara gingerly pulled on
the wrist restraints. They were solidly locked. She tried her
ankles they took were locked. She pulled harder. Same result.

A warm feeling came over her.

'These thing really do wor-' Barbara started to say aloud, just
as the vibrator inside her pussy came alive. 'Ohhhh...'

Barbara laid back on the bed and relaxed, enjoying her bondage.
She moved within her confinement, concentrating on her
helplessness. It was intoxicating. She had practiced self
bondage many times before, but this was different. There was the
extra element at work here. She couldn't remove these restraints
until time was up.

She pulled at her wrists and ankles, fantasizing that she was
held prisoner, back in the hands of Nora Clavicle and her evil
cohorts. She was tied down onto Nora Clavicle's new "Deathbed".
A ceiling of needle sharp spikes were slowly lowering on to her
helpless body. They had locked a vibrator in place... Now she
was left to strug-

*click...click...click...*

Barbara felt the crotchstrap of the restraint system
automatically tighten. At the same time the vibrator within her
pussy began to move. She almost came right there. Her mind
wandered...

The mechanism that controlled the beds ceiling, also it seems,
controlled the intensity of the vibrator locked into her pussy.
Nora was truly a fiendish woman. As the ceiling lowered Batgirl
would get more and more turned on.

Barbara stuggled on the bed deep in fantasy. Passion was
sweeping over her. Her hips gyrated in rhythm, as she tried to
pull her hands and feet from the inescapeable restraints. She
was completely helpless.

*click...click...click...*

The crotchstrap tightened again and the vibrator suddenly began
to thrust up and down inside of her vagina. Barbara pulled at
the restraints, imagining the ceiling lowering. Feeling the
helplessness that she craved.

She rolled over on her belly and pulled her stocking feet behind
her, grabbing them with her hands in a mock hog-tie. The
crotchstrap tightened again, and the vibration and thrusting
within her vagina mounted to an intense fury. She pulled at her
bonds. It was useless. The ceiling was only inches away yet she
couldn't escape. All she could do was struggle...

Barbara began to shake as the first orgasm washed over her. Then
the second. Soon after the second orgasm, the vibration eased off to a
dull rumbling, and the crotch strap loosened slightly.

'They designed this well.' Barbara thought to herself. She
looked up at the clock. It had only been five minutes.
Obviously, she was in for a long ride.

She decided that she would relax and watch TV. She somehow
managed to grab the remote control and turned on the TV.

At first she thought it was the news. But then she realized that
they were broadcasting the opening of the Gotham Park City Mall.
A huge, expansive, new shopping complex on Gotham's west side.
It had been under construction for over two years and the opening
was a major event.

"Ladies and gentleman,..." A voice on the TV announced. "...now
to officially open the mall, The very first Apparel Obsessia
"Sexiest Woman in Gotham" award winner... Miss Lisa Hartley,
will sign her name in the concrete memorial, in front of the new
Apparel Obsessia superstore, in remembrance of Harvey Ashlyn, who
died last month."

Barbara smiled. 'Thanks Harvey' she thought as the crotch strap
tightened and the vibration began again.

A young woman in her late twenties came into view. The camera
slowly panned up from her feet, to her strikingly beautiful face.
She was wearing a stretchy spandex/cotton mini dress, stockings
and heels all in white. Her blond hair was pulled back in a
baret and then cascaded around her shoulders.

'I just want to thank Harvey for all he has done for me and for
Gotham City. I wish he were here to see his flagship superstore
open. Maybe he is watching. I hope so.'

With that, she walked over and stepped up on a small flat
platform, about three feet square. It was hovering a foot off
the ground next to the large section of concrete that was to
serve as the base of the memorial. She hung onto the single
metal safety railing, while an operator in a long white coat and
matching hat, used a crane like device to position her in the
middle of the twenty feet square piece of barely-wet concrete.
The platform stopped and Lisa got down on her knees. She bent
down and began to write in slightly wet cement.

"In remembrance of Har-"

Lisa stopped writing. The concrete had already filled in where
she had written, leaving a smooth surface behind. It had only
been a second, but she couldn't even tell that she even touched
it. She tried again, with the same result. She stood up, and
turned to Mayor Lindsey who was in attendance.

'My writing keeps disappearing. The concrete is way too-'

'MUSHY?' a voice said loudly.

Barbara knew that voice.

The camera panned back slightly. It was the crane operator.
Suddenly the figure ripped off the hat and coat to reveal a
tight, black catsuit underneath.

'Catwoman!' Barbara said under her breath.

'I think dear old Harvey Ashlyn deserves more of a memorial than
a small plaque.' Catwoman said.

'What are YOU doing here?' Lisa asked.

'I'm here to make sure you're part of this memorial,
purrrmanently!' Catwoman said, pushing a button on a remote
control she held in her hand.

The platform that Lisa Hartley was standing on, sudden tipped
down, dropping her into the cement, as Catwoman laughed
hideously.

Lisa screamed. She looked down to find herself buried in sloppy,
wet cement up to her chest. Panicking, she began to struggle
wildly, trying to get a hold of something to pull herself out
with. But the platform was already moving away, out of reach.

Her struggling only caused her to sink deeper. Before she knew
it she was up to her shoulders in the gritty gray ooze and was
continuing to sink.

'HELP ME!' Lisa screamed, as a stunned audience ran to the edge
of the cement. The unsteady camera panned in on the poor girl
who was now up to her neck in concrete.

'Oh god, Please! Somebody HELLPP MEEE!' Lisa screamed.

'No...' Barbara moaned, as she watched the girl slide completely
under, a grasping arm slowly dipping beneath the surface, then...
nothing. She was gone.

'Catwoman is the sexiest woman in Gotham!' Catwoman screamed, as
she jumped down a manhole and disappeared as a melee ensued.

It happened that quickly. One second Barbara was enjoying her
captivity, the next she was struggling in earnest to escape. She
quickly realized it was useless with out tools...

Barbara sat up and hopped over to the dressing table. Reaching
beneath the edge of the mirror, Barbara found the button and
pushed it. The whole table and mirror rotated, revealing a
passage behind. She hopped in and quickly found her utility
belt. After that it was only a matter of a minute before she was
free, the inescapable restraint system in complete disrepair on
the floor.

'I hope they can fix this.' Barbara said to herself, already
removing the black basque and stockings. 'Sorry Charlie, it
seems that Batgirl's needed in Gotham City again.'

Barbara quickly stepped into the purple patent catsuit, inhaled
and zipped it up. It covered her entire body and made it look
like someone had poured shiny, wet purple paint on her body. It
was that tight. She pulled on her boots and laced them up. They
were one of three pairs that she owned, all the same. Purple
patent ankle boots with five-inch, stiletto heels. She also
owned two pairs of purple stiletto pumps. (She used to have
three pairs, but she had just lost one pair in Nora synthetic
quicksand)

She stood up and grabbed one of the shoulder length red wigs and
put in on over her short black hair. Then she put on her cowl
and attached it to her catsuit. She grabbed her utility belt
from the ground and put it on. In front of the mirror she felt
very sexy and very powerful. Catwoman would pay for this. That
was certain.

After another second in front of the mirror, Batgirl turned, got
on her Batgirl cycle and sped to Police Headquarters, the secret
passage closing silently behind her.

*
BATGIRL IS INTRIGUED. BATGIRL IS IN FOR ONE HELL OF A SUPRISE.

STAY TUNED....

Chapter 3

* *

Batgirl arrived at police headquarters at 9:00pm. Normally at
this time, only a small skeleton crew stood at attendance. Not
so tonight. As soon as she rounded the corner, Batgirl knew that
this was no ordinary evening.

The live broadcast of Lisa Hartman's chilling death had obviously
pushed the local news organizations into overdrive. Television
news vans from every television station crammed the streets in
front of city hall. Location camera crews were everywhere,
giving reports on the evenings grizzly events and looking for
anyone to interview.

As Batgirl drove up and stopped, waves of newscasters surrounded
her, all hoping to get the big scoop.

'Batgirl, WGTH TV. Can you imagine what Catwoman's motives were
in killing Miss Hartman?'

'No Comment.' Batgirl said, as she dismounted from her cycle and
began to plow through the crowd of new-hungry reporters.

'Is it true that the general contractor in charge of the memorial
has also been found dead at his home?' Another asked.

'No Comment.'

'Where's Batman. I been told by sources within the department,
that he is unreachable. Is that true?'

'No Comment.' Batgirl said, as she bounded up the stairs and into
the relative sanctuary of City Hall. She walked straight to
Commissioner Gordon's office.

'Batgirl!' Commissioner Gordon said, somewhat relieved. 'Thank
heaven you're here.

'Good Evening Commissioner. What's this I hear about the
contractor being found dead as well.'

'True, I'm afraid. He was found strangled to death in a mass of
thin, clear twine.'

'Probably Cat's-Whiskers.' Batgirl said, remembering first hand,
they're deadly embrace.

'A note was pinned to his dead body. It is addressed to you.'
Batgirl took the note and read it.

"Batgirl-

I hope you enjoyed the show. It was all for you. I
purrrsonally invite you to interfere. I have such
fiendish plans in store of your luscious body.

Let all of those beware who think that harlots in trashy
lingerie could even hold a candle to a woman of my supreme,
sexual charms.

By the end of the weekend, everyone will realize who the
sexiest woman in Gotham City truly is.

I hope to see you struggling..... soon.


Catwoman.


'She's gone off the deep end.' Chief O'Hara commented.

'She been over the edge for years.' Batgirl responded. 'She says
that she orchestrated this horrific little stunt for me. For
what reason, I still have no idea.... -Where's Batman.'

'We called, but the voice on the other end said he was
unreachable. Some sort of camping trip.'

'Camping trip?' Batgirl say, trying to figure out why that
sounded so familiar-'

'This also came for you tonight, Batgirl.' Commissioner Gordon
added, breaking her train of thought. 'It was delivered by
Gotham Express Courier.'

It was a small box. Batgirl eyed it warily.

'Commissioner, stand back, this may be another Catwoman ploy.'
Batgirl ordered as she walked forward to examine the package.

It was a pink package wrapped in black ribbon. On the outside
was a tag. It read: "Please deliver to Batgirl, as soon as
possible. Dated Material enclosed."

As the Commissioner and Chief O'Hara huddled in the corner,
Batgirl carefully opened the package. Inside was a piece of
lingerie and a note.

"May 29

Batgirl.

We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen
this years "Sexiest Woman in Gotham". I would be
honored if you would accept your award in person at the
annual Fetishwear Awards Dinner to be held in your honor
Sunday July 27, at 8:00pm at the Gotham Pavillion.

To show our appreciation for all you have done for us at
Apparel Obsessia, I have enclosed a small gift I had made
especially for you. I hope that you will find time to wear
it.

Sincerely,


Mr. Harvey Ashlyn
Founder, CEO Apparel Obsessia

PS: I'm sorry that I couldn't give you more warning, but
it's our policy not to inform winner until just before the
event.

'This is dated two months ago. He must have written this just
before he died.' Batgirl said, a little taken back by his kind
words. 'This is the third time I have heard reference to Apparel
Obsessia this evening. I wonder...'

'....Commission, I must be off. I have an idea what is driving
Catwoman.'

'Be careful, Batgirl.'

Batgirl braved the reporters that were still gathered outside and
road quickly back home. Once there, she changed back to Barbara
Gordon and made her way to the library, where she dove into the
Gotham City Times archives. It wasn't long before she had what
she wanted. After a little cross checking, she went back home to
change.

'Sorry Charlie, I have to go out again.' She said as she carried
the bird into the bedroom with her and hung the cage up on a
hook.

She quickly removed her clothes and pushed the button under the
dresser. It swung open silently. Then she opened the pink box
and pulled out the gift that Harvey had given her. It was a
soft, sheer nylon bodystocking in deep purple, with matching
wrist length patent gloves and a pair of patent panties.

She put it on. It covered her entire body from her chin to her
feet, including her hands. It was sheer except for the area over
her breasts, where an insignia of a bat had been added in a
patent material. Its wings just covered her nipples. She
stepped into the panties and pulled them on over her hips,
stretching the thin patent material until it was smooth and tight
over her crotch. Next came the tight purple gloves. Then she
slid on her patent pumps, and put on her wig and cowl. She
looked in the mirror.

'Wow' She thought as she turned and looked at herself from
several angles. The bodystocking was sheer and smooth over her
entire body, showing everything, yet revealing nothing. Harvey
had indeed been the fetish apparel king. He would be sorely
missed.

Batgirl, turned, put her utility belt on and exited, the secret
panel closing behind her. She straddled her Batgirl cycle, took
one last look of the address she had located and was gone.



MEANWHILE ACROSS TOWN IN HER LUXURIOUS MID TOWN PENTHOUSE....

Shelley Prince lifted her champagne glass and downed it. It was
her fifth glass. Though she hadn't really known Lisa Hartley,
watching her die on live television had really rattled her. They
had actually only met once. It was at the Apparel Obsessia
Awards Dinner when she had accepted the Sexiest Woman in Gotham
award. The previous year's winner always handed the award on.
She herself had given the award to Cheri La Gams last year.
Shelley picked up the bottle from the ice bucket and was about to
pour another glass when someone knocked on her door. She almost
dropped the bottle.

'Jesus Shelley, get a grip.' She chided herself.

She put down the champagne, walked to the door and looked though
the peephole. It was a young woman in a Gotham Express uniform.
Shelley looked at the time. It was 11:00pm. Awfully late for a
package delivery. She put a chain on the door and opened it
slightly.

'I have a package for a Miss Prince.'

'Can you hand it through?'

'Sorry it's quite large.' The pretty young girl said, pointing to
the large box on the ground.

'Very well.' Shelley said resigned. She closed the door,
unlatched the chain and opened it again.

'Please sign here. Line two. Thank you.'

Lisa took the package from the girl, closed and locked the door.
She went over to the couch and ripped the brown paper from the
outside of the package, revealing a black box. She opened it.

'Oh my.' She said as she saw what was inside.

It was lingerie. And not just ordinary lingerie. It was
exquisite lingerie, all in pink. There was a note in the box as
well.

"Dear Miss Prince.

We would be honored by your appearance at this years
Apparel Obsessia Awards Dinner. Please accept this
lingerie as a gift. It's one of the kinkiest items
we've ever made and we made it especially for you.
We would love to see you in it on Sunday.

Sincerely


Apparel Obsessia"


Shelley pulled the items out of the box and laid them out on the
couch.

'This is gorgeous.' She cooed as she picked up the first item.
It was the most beautiful piece of lingerie she had ever seen.
It was a long corset, made of pink silk. It was heavily boned
and detailed with hand sewn French-lace. Along with the corset
were a pair of long pink-leather gloves, as well as a pair of
pink-leather ankle boots. Delicate black-metal bands had been
sewn on the wrist and top of each glove, as well as around the
ankle of each boot. Along with the gloves and boots were a pair
of black silk pantyhose and a very unusual pink leather collar.

She couldn't resist putting the outfit on. She pulled off her
clothes and slid the pantyhose up her shapely legs. Next came
the corset. It was very long and went from just over her
nipples, to about mid thigh. She put it up to her body ad
noticed that it didn't close in the normal way: It didn't have
any lacing or eye clips. Just some elaborate fastenings on each
edge that fit into one another.

She thought at first that it would be difficult to fasten but, as
she put the two sides together, the fastenings lined up and
clipped shut around her almost automatically.

Harvey MUST have made this especially for her. It fit perfectly.
She looked at the corset closely. The ends fit so well that if
she hadn't been the one to put it on, she wouldn't have even
known were the edges of the corset were. There was no evidence
of a seam on the outside at all.

Next came the gloves. They were butter soft and tight. The
delicate black metal bands around the wrists and above her
elbows, gave the gloves an extra added spice.

Shelley was getting excited. She loved fetishwear. Especially
exquisite fetishwear like this. During her reign as Sexiest
Woman in Gotham, Harvey had bought her all sort of things. She
missed him.

Shelley sat down, picked up the boots and slid them on her
stocking feet. They were made of bright pink leather and had
ridiculously high heels. They fastened together in the same way
as the corset. Again, after they were put on, They looked like
solid leather. The tops of the boots flared slightly, just above
the gleaming, dark metal bands around her shapely ankles.

She stood up carefully, wobbling slightly on the stiletto heels,
and picked up the collar. It was very elaborate. It was about
two inches tall in the front, but flared out and up around the
back of her head, ending in a large rounded edge about an inch
and a half in diameter, that went from the bottom of one ear
around the back of her head to the other.

Shelley grabbed some hair clips and put her hair up. Then she
took the collar and put it on. It clipped together like the
corset and the boots, and was snug but not uncomfortable.

She walked to the mirror and took a look. She was stunning. She
moved her hand down over the smooth surface of the corset and
smiled. She would be the talk of the Awards Dinner. She turned
and looked at herself from all angles. The corset made her look
even shapelier than she already was, and the incredibly high
heels made her already great legs look amazing. The outfit was
perfect.

She spread her legs slightly and put her hands on her hips.

'All I need is a cowl and I could be the Pink Persuader' She said
jokingly.

She was overwhelmed with the outfit. She wouldn't have changed a
thing. Well maybe one thing. The corset was a bit
uncomfortable. Shelley pulled at the edges of the corset. It
was really tight. She hadn't remembered it being this tight when
she put it on.

It was becoming really uncomfortable. It felt like it had shrunk
since she put it on. She grabbed the corset and tried to pull it
apart. It wouldn't budge. She pulled harder. No good.

*CLICK*

Suddenly the metal bands around her wrists, ankles and upper arms
tightened dramatically.

'What the-' Shelley said, as she tried to pull apart the bands.
They are locked solid. They had tightened around her arms and
legs, making it impossible to take off her gloves or her boots.

She exhaled and felt the corset contract. It WAS shrinking;
Slowly tightening around her body. She grabbed the top edge of
it and tried to pull it apart again. It wouldn't budge. She
pulled harder. It was firmly locked in place.

Shelley began to panic. She felt around the front of corset in
dismay, looking for a release mechanism. She couldn't find one.
She felt around her waist and behind her back. Her fingers came
across two small buttons on the back of the corset. They were
separated, so that she had to use both hands to push them.

'Thank god!' Shelley said pushing them.

*CLICK*

Shelley immediately felt her wrists slam together behind her
back. She tried to pull them apart but it was too late. Some
invisible force had already pulled them together, locking them
with a magnetic attraction that she couldn't break. The same
thing happened to her upper arms and ankles. The two metal bands
moved together and then locked like glue.

She was now helpless. Her arms were tightly held behind her back
and her ankles were locked together. She looked around her in
disbelief.

The corset was still slowly tightening around her. She began to
writhe in her bondage. She struggled in frustration at the
amazingly strong restraints, but all in vain. The metal bands
were locked tightly together, and she couldn't pull them apart.

'HELP ME! SOMEBODY, PLEA-' Shelley screams were cut short. The
round band at the back of her collar hinged open, swung around
the front of her face and locked into place on the other side of
her head, depositing one and a half inches of soft, pink leather
in front of her mouth. Then it began to tighten, forcing its way
into her mouth and between her teeth.

'MMMPHHH!.... MMMPHHHHHH!' Shelley screamed, but all that came
out was muffled moans.

She had to get help.

Shelley took a couple of hops towards the door, but she was too
late. Suddenly, the corset began to bend forward at the waist,
and Shelley had no choice but to bend with it. After a short
time, she was forced to her knees, her head on the floor in front
of her, her body bent into a tight fetal position.

Shelley exhaled and the corset took up more slack. It was
squeezing her. Shelley rolled over on her side with a thump
struggling to pull her hands and feet apart. It was useless.
She was helpless to stop the corset from contracting. It was
slowly but surely crushing her. Each time she exhales, it gained
ground, getting tighter and tighter like a boa constrictor.

She continued to struggle, but time was running out. It was
getting harder and harder to inhale. She took as big a breath of
air as she could and held it, while she continued to struggle..

She pulled feverishly at her wrists and feet, but she could
barely move. She dare not exhale. What was she going to do?


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
WILL CATWOMAN'S DEADLY LINGERIE CRUSH SHELLEY TO DEATH?! ONLY
TIME WILL TELL....

STAY TUNED....

Chapter 4

* * *
* *

Shelley's body screamed for oxygen. Yet she continued to hold her
breath.
She dared not give into her body's overwhelming need for air. The
corset
was waiting. She could feel it's tight vice grip around her. Waiting.
Waiting for her to exhale. Waiting to take advantage.

She pulled at her arms and wrists again, but they were held tightly
together behind her back. The immovable magnetic field held the black
metal bands of gloves together. It was another in a series of useless
endeavors. She knew she was completely helpless. The lingerie was
going
to kill her and there was nothing she could do about it.

She felt herself begin to pass out. She had held out as long as she
could. She took a breath. As soon as she exhaled, the corset
contracted
again. It was so tight around her now that she was only able to take a
tiny breath; It wouldn't last very long. She looked around herself in
utter despair. She could already feel the need for oxygen growing
again.

After a short time, her body again overrode her mind and exhaled. This
time however, she couldn't inhale. The corset's latest contraction's
wouldn't allow it. She gasped in absolute terror. She was going to
die.

*SMASH*

Shelley looked up to see the figure of Batgirl come crashing through the
window, glass flying in all directions. She landed on her feet like a
cat
and ran forward, pulling her Batshears from her utility belt. She
reached
Shelley and in seconds, cut the corset from Shelley's heaving body. She
then cut the gag, and pulled the pink leather from her mouth.

'Aaaaaaaaa' Shelley said, gasping for air. It took a couple seconds for
her to catch her breath. She was alive! 'Auugh...Thank you! Batgirl!'
She screamed, amazed to be alive. 'How can I ever repay you?!'

Batgirl looked at Shelley perfect body. She could think of a couple of
ways... Instead however, she just acknowledged the compliments and
finished cutting the rest of the deadly lingerie from Shelley's
quivering
body.

Shelley sat up and put her head in her hands, as she continued to try to
catch her breath. Batgirl grabbed the black gift box and examined it.

Hiding under the shipping label was a note.

'Batgirl-

It seems that my lingerie had a thing for Miss Prince...
In fact you might say it had a real.. CRUSH on her. I
considered sending it to you but I decided against it. I
want to be there to watch you struggle.

In eager anticipation of the inevitable.


Catwoman


Batgirl looked over at Shelley. She was recovering.

'Get some clothes on. I am going to take you to Police Headquarters
where
they can keep an eye on you.'

'Who would want to pull such a nasty trick.'

'Catwoman. It seems she has some sort of vendetta against Apparel
Obsessia girls. After I get you to safety, I have to find Cheri La
Gams.
I have a feeling that she is in grave danger.



Batgirl helped Shelley change, and then road her back to Police
Headquarters. Only a small number of reporters were left, but Batgirl's
arrival with another of the Apparel Obsessia winners in tow, peaked
their
curiosity.

Batgirl would have liked it if they had just quietly made their way
indoors, but Shelley had other ideas. She capitalized on the free
publicity to explain the entire story. It was huge news. In a matter
of
minutes it would be all over Gotham City.

It took all of Batgirl's talents just to drag her away and lead her
inside
City Hall. She deposited Shelley with Chief O'Hara and paid a visit to
Commissioner Gordon.

'Commissioner, I have to use the phone.'

'No Problem, Batgirl.'

Batgirl took out the piece of paper from her utility belt and dialed.

'Ugh...Hello.' A woman's voice answered. She obviously had been
sleeping.

'Cheri La Gams?'

Yawn. 'No, she's out.'

'I sorry to have awakened you. This is Batgirl. Do you know where she
is?'

'I'm sorry, I really don't. She just went out and said that she would
be
back in the morning.'

'When she comes back have her call me at police headquarters
immediately.
It is a matter of life and death.'

'OK'

*CLICK*

Amanda Denier hung up the phone. Right. Batgirl. Probably just
another of Cheri's friends pulling another practical joke. Amanda
turned
off the light and went back to sleep. She wouldn't even remember the
call
in the morning...............

Batgirl hung up the phone and looked at the time. It was 12:30 in the
morning. She couldn't do anything now. She left Shelley with the
Police
and went home. She would find Cheri in the morning.




'Damn her!' Catwoman screamed, throwing the newspaper across the room.
'She saved Shelley Prince!'

'How did she manage that?' Talon asked incredulously.

'She put two and two together and got to Shelley seconds before my
exquisite lingerie killed her. I'm afraid that my plans to get her
interested worked too well. We're going to have to get rid of her NOW.'

'How Catwoman?' Passion asked.

'I don't know. We have so many choices.' Catwoman mused aloud.

'I vote for the funhouse.' Talon purred.

'Excellent idea. We'll need a little bait....' Catwoman said, thinking
aloud. 'I know just the thing. Kittens, I need you to do something for
me.'




Batgirl awoke early, changed back into the purple bodystocking outfit
and
made her way back to police headquarters. Her attempts to reach Cheri
La
Gams had been fruitless. No one was at home.

'...I think it's best if Miss Prince is put into protective custody.
Catwoman is sure to try again.' Batgirl said, pacing the floor of
Commissioner Gordon's office.

'That a good idea Batgirl. I will see to it immediately.'

'Commissioner!'

Batgirl, and the Commissioner turned to see Chief O'Hara enter,
obviously
excited.

'What is it chief?'

'Two of Catwoman's kittens just robbed the Fun n' Games Carnival supply
house on Jester Street!'

Commissioner Gordon turned to Batgirl, but she was already gone.

MINUTES LATER AT THE FUN N' GAMES CARNIVAL SUPPLY HOUSE....

'WHAT did they take?!' Batgirl asked the old shopkeeper behind the
counter incredulously.

'One box of toffee apples, one jar of popcorn, and a box of cotton candy
sticks.'

'That's it?!'

'That's it. Mighty strange, if you ask me too. They' was two of 'em.
Young women all dressed up strange, just like you, only in black.
Mighty
queer. Back in my day, women never dressed like that.'

Batgirl was confused. Why go the trouble of stealing such useless
items?
Obviously not for profit. Then maybe some sort of prank perhaps. But
that was more Joker's style than Catwoman's. She looked at the old
shopkeeper. She thought about asking a few more questions, but decided
that it was useless. The old man didn't know anything.

She turned and was almost out the door, when a piece of paper caught her
eye. She bent down and picked it up.

It was an worn, yellowed flyer for the funhouse at the old Gotham
Amusement Park on Hyde Avenue. The amusement park had closed years ago
after a freak accident.

'Is this yours?' Batgirl asked the shopkeeper, showing him the faded
flyer.

'Nope. Never seen it before. Can't imagine where that came from...
That
place closed years ago. I remember takin-'

'Thank you, I've got to go.' Batgirl said, trying not to be rude, yet
already out the door. She might just have to pay a visit to the old
park.

After a short ride, Batgirl arrived at the amusement park. Batgirl got
off her Batgirl Cycle and looked around. Most of the amusement park was
completely demolished. All except the funhouse. Though it stood in a
state of disrepair and needed a fresh coat of paint and a little
woodwork,
it was still in fairly good shape. Amazing considering no one had
been in
it for years.

The hairs on Batgirl's neck stood up. Something wasn't right here.
This
was too easy.

'This might be a trap. I'd better be careful.' She said, quietly to
herself, as she tiptoed up the old wooden steps of the funhouse, her
purple stiletto pumps, making only the slightest noise on the old wooden
floorboards.

She tried the door, and to her misgivings, it opened. She paused at the
front door before finally entering. It was dark inside, but the
sunlight,
coming through a hole in the roof, allowed enough light to see by. In
its
day, it had probably been a fairly nice place; Now however, the
forces of
time, weather and a general lack of supervision had left their mark.
The
gapping holes in the roof had let the rain in, and the smell of rot was
everywhere. To the left was an old ticket booth, whose rounded windows
had long since broken. In front of her, was a large pair of swinging
doors, set in a huge smiling mouth. The teeth had yellowed slightly,
making the whole idea of going through the door, quite unpleasant.

Batgirl wished that Batman was beside her, because she was not pleased
with the notion of walking through the mouth and exploring this place
alone; Yet she had no choice. There was no way that she was calling
the
police just to find out that this was a wild goose chase.

Reluctantly, she pushed doors open, and with the slightest hesitation,
entered before she could change her mind.

The doors opened onto a long hallway of distorted mirrors. Half of
which
were cracked. Some were completely missing. She walked along the
hallway, looking at herself in the variety of mirrors. Sometimes she
was
tall, other times a midget.

At one point she thought that she heard a noise, and stopped. But it
was
nothing. Only the old building settling.

At the end of the hall of mirrors, was a octagonal room, eight feet
across
with eight doors, all painted different colors. She opened the pink
door
and found a spring loaded dummy with an ax through it head. Obviously,
when the funhouse was working, the dummy would jump out scaring the
patrons.

She tried the white door. It was locked. She tried the green door. It
too was locked. The black door was next. It opened. Inside, a narrow,
white staircase spiraled downward. She listened for foreign noises;
There were none. Only the soft sound of her breathing and the beating
of
her excited heart.

Cautiously, Batgirl opened the door wide, walked through, and began down
the stairs. As soon as she stepped on the third stair, the door behind
her slammed shut, leaving her in total darkness. She turned and tried
to
open it, but it was locked. The lights came on.

'Hello Batgirl!' Came an amplified voice. 'Come on down and join the
show!'

Batgirl wasn't given any time to worry about her mistake; The stairs
below her feet, suddenly transformed into a steep, slippery circular
slide
on which she fell, and then slid uncontrollably downward.

It was a short ride. The slide emptied out into a massive room that was
decorated to look like the inside of a circus big top, complete with
trapeze and tent roof. Demented Circus music was playing in the
background.

Batgirl spun around, dazed at the sight. The walls were painted like an
audience of people, cheering and laughing. In the center of the room
was
a large empty, old, wood and glass concession stand painted red. A huge
sign hung above the stand proclaiming:

Candied Batgirl: 25 cents.

Catwoman walked out from behind a curtain at the far end of the room,
and
on cue, a recorded audience began to cheer. She was dressed in a ring
master outfit, yet with a Catwoman twist. It consisted of a short
miniskirt, with top hat and tails all made of tight, red leather. She
complimented the outfit with a pair of thigh high red leather boots and
dark nylons.

She strode confidently to the center of the room and smiled.

'Ladies and Gentlemen!' Catwoman proclaimed. 'Tonight for your viewing
pleasure I bring you the DEATH of BATGIRL!'

The audience roared with approval.

'I think you've booked the wrong act Catwoman! I think a more likely
billing should be: "The end of Catwoman!' Batgirl said, defiantly.

'Think again, Batgirl!'

The curtains opened and three Sex Kittens entered. They were dressed as
sexual harlequins, complete with shiny multi-colored teddies and
tights.
They began to fan out around the edge of the room, until they had
surrounded Batgirl.

'Let the show begin!' Catwoman screamed, to the approval of the painted
crowd and the Kittens attacked.

Batgirl crouched down in a fighting position and waited until the first
Kitten was almost upon her. Then with lightning speed, she moved aside,
grabbed the Kitten and threw her into another Kitten coming from the
other
direction. Then continuing her fluid movement, she hit the third Kitten
with a brutal Batkick, sending her flying across the room.

The two other Kittens attacked again, but Batgirl was again too fast.
She
easily moved aside and kicked each of the poor unsuspecting Kittens
knocking them to the floor.

To Catwoman's dismay, Batgirl was having no trouble with them at all.
With her superior fighting skills, they were no match for her, even with
their larger numbers.

Catwoman cringed as one Kitten after another was discharged. Seeing
that
Batgirl was going to win, crept up behind Batgirl while reaching into
the
pockets of her red leather coat.

Batgirl realized that she was behind her and spun around, expecting
Catwoman to pounce. But she didn't. Instead, she removed her hands
from
her coat and threw them at Batgirl.

A green sand came flying out into Batgirl's face, blinding her and
sending
her into fits of coughing.

It was all the Kitten's needed. As Batgirl coughed and rubbed her eyes,
the Kittens grabbed her, and pulled her struggling across the room.
Batgirl quickly recovered from the green sand, and tried to break free,
but they had a firm hold of her. There were just too many of them.

They pulled her to the side of the red concession stand and pushed her
against it. As she hit the side of the box, it hinged inward and she
was
pushed inside, the spring loaded door slamming closed behind her.

Batgirl rushed to the door but there was nothing to grab onto. She
pushed
against the glass and metal, trying to find a way to open it, but it was
no use. It was designed to open inward, and there was no handle on the
inside. She spun around pushing and pounding at the glass walls all
around her, It was useless. She realized she was trapped.

She looked down at the ground. It was a metal grate, with a fan
underneath. She looked above her. About nine feet up, there was a
set of
nozzles, all pointing downward and inward, in a circular direction. She
looked back out at Catwoman, who approached her smiling.

'So nice of you to accept my little invitation to the carnival,
Batgirl.
I see you came dressed appropriately. I love the purple bodystocking.
VERY
sexy.... It's too bad it's going to get.... icky.' Catwoman said, her
eyes narrowing, as she reached over and pushed a button on the side of
the
box.

Batgirl heard the click, and a motor began to hum rhythmically above her
head. Soon after the hum began, the fan below her feet began to spin,
sucking the air downward. Seconds later the nozzles above her head
began
to blow. The positioning of the nozzles and the fan below created a
current within the box, and Batgirl could feel the air moving downward,
spinning around her body like a whirlwind.

'I hope you have a sweet tooth, Batgirl!' Catwoman squealed as the hum
of
the motor above Batgirl's head deepened abruptly.

Suddenly, fine strings of bright pink material, began to exit from the
nozzles. They rained down on Batgirl, the wind current spinning them
around her body as they fell.

Batgirl, instinctively put her arms up to her face momentarily to
protect
herself, but quickly found that the super fine strands were not
caustic.
The current continued to spin the stuff around her. It was super-fine
and
shimmered in the light like fine gossamer silk. It was strange stuff.
And sticky as hell.

Wherever it hit her body it stuck. She tried to pull it off, but only
succeeded in having it stick to her hands as well. It was like warm,
super-sticky bubble gum. Her efforts to pull it off only made it
worse;
The more she tried to rid herself of it, the more fibers stuck to her
hands and arms, connecting them with her body. It was becoming a huge
mess.

After a short time, hundreds of fibers were strung between her arms and
her torso and between her slightly spread legs. It was a gooey sticky
mess. And it kept coming. More and more of the fibers rained down,
spinning around her as they fell. It was in her hair and on her face.

It was entangling her. She tried in vain to pull her arms free; It was
useless. The sticky fibers would allow her to move, but not escape.
They
stretched about a foot and then held fast, like a thousand super- thin
rubber bands.

Realizing that she couldn't pull her arms free, Batgirl began to
struggle
wildly, the thin pink goo stretching slightly but not letting her go.
It
was useless; Strands were building on strands, making it more and more
inescapable.

Batgirl began to notice a smell. It was strangely sweet. She knew this
smell.

'Oh god, it's cotton candy!' Batgirl squealed, as the thin fibers
continued spinning around her struggling body, covering her soft, silky
bodystocking with sticky pink goo.

'Very purrrceptive Batgirl. But it's not just ordinary cotton candy...'
Catwoman roared with laughter, the other kittens joining in.

Batgirl desperately tried to pulled her arms and legs free from the
mounting web, but even her most fervent efforts were in vain. She might
have been able to free herself from a small amount of the sticky stuff,
but there was too much of it. It's combined mass was much stronger than
she was, and no amount of struggling or straining could loosen its
sticky
grip, even a little. In fact, if anything it was getting tighter.

Batgirl looked up from her body to the four women outside. They were
all
pointing at her and laughing, all in obvious elation at her sticky
predicament.

'Oh look Catwoman, It's working!' Talon gushed.

Batgirl looked up at the nozzles and then back down at her body. The
fibers were encasing her in a bright pink web. She continued to
struggle,
but it was useless. It was getting harder and harder to move in.

She looked at her knees. They were now almost touching. She tried to
pull them apart but couldn't. She tried to pull her arms free. Now she
could only move them a couple of inches before the strings held fast.
Her
heart sank. She wasn't imagining it. The entire pink web was getting
tighter.

'Oh god! What is this stuff?!'

'Its constrictor candy, Batgirl! An ...AMUSING new invention of mine.'
Catwoman purred, moving slightly closer to the glass. 'As it cools, it
contracts to one tenth it's original length.'

'Oh god! Uggh!...ughh..'

'Yes! Batgirl! It will build up around your body and then contract,
slowly strangling you in it's sticky candy caress. Oh, and it's very
strong. You'll find it completely impossible to escape. In only a
matter
of minutes, you'll be strangled to death.... Its sweet pink outer
coating
encasing your luscious body like a huge cotton candy treat!' Catwoman,
roared, thrilled at her victory.

* * *
* *
WHAT'S THIS? BATGIRL, TRAPPED IN A GIANT CONSTRICTOR CANDY MACHINE?
DESTINED TO BECOME COTTON CANDIED BATGIRL? HOLY CARNIVAL! WILL SHE END
UP A DEAD, GOOEY, STICKY MESS?

STAY TUNED....

Chapter 5

* * * *

...Batgirl desperately tried to pull her arms and legs free from the
mounting web, but found even her most fervent efforts in vain. She
might
have been able to free herself from a small amount of the sticky stuff,
but there was just too much of it. Its combined mass was much stronger
than she was, and no amount of struggling or straining could loosen its
sticky grip, even a little. In fact, if anything it seemed to be
getting
tighter.

Batgirl looked up from her struggling body to the four women outside.
They were all pointing at her and laughing, all in obvious elation at
her
sticky predicament.

'This is fantastic!' Talon gushed.

Batgirl looked up at the nozzles and then back down at her body. The
fibers were encasing her in a bright pink web. She continued to
struggle,
but it was useless.

She looked at her knees. They were now almost touching. She tried to
pull them apart but couldn't. She tried to pull her arms free. Now to
her dismay, she could only move them a couple of inches before the
strings
held fast. Her heart sank. She wasn't imagining it. The entire pink
web
was tightening around her.

'Oh god! What is this stuff?!'

'Its constrictor candy, Batgirl! An ...AMUSING new invention of mine.'
Catwoman purred, moving slightly closer to the glass. 'It sticks to
whatever it touches and then cools, contracting to one tenth it's
original
length.'

'Oh god! Uggh!...ughh..'

'Yes! Batgirl! It will build up around your body and then contract,
slowly strangling you in it's sticky candy caress. Oh, and it's very
strong. You'll find it completely impossible to escape from it's icky
grasp. In only a matter of minutes, you'll be strangled to death....
Its
sweet pink outer coating, encasing your luscious body like a huge cotton
candy treat!' Catwoman, roared, thrilled at her victory.

'You fiend!' Batgirl screamed, as the fine strands continuing to weave
their deadly web around her.

'Talon, set up the video camera. Our client needs proof of Batgirl's
savory demise.'

While Talon carried out her orders, Catwoman walked up to the
Constrictor
Candy machine and stopped inches from the glass. Batgirl could barely
see
her through the mounting pink web, though she was only inches away.

'Oh that's right Batgirl, struggle for the Camera.' Catwoman said
quietly.
'My client will enjoy it all the more. I get wet just thinking how
disgusting that stuff must feel around your body. It must feel
diabolically icky. Kind of sticky, tight and gooey all at the same
time.'

'Uggh... Uggh... Oh god!' Batgirl grunted, continuing to struggle. Now
the sticky mess around her would only stretch an inch at the most.

'Can you feel it getting tighter Batgirl?' Catwoman cooed, quietly.
'Soon
it will become uncomfortably so. It will close in around you ever so
slowly. Layers upon layers of pink goo compressing you, squeezing you.
Oh, I so wish I could stay to watch.'

Batgirl could feel it tightening. For the first time she could actually
feel it start to squeeze around her body. The inch of movement that she
had before was gone. Now the strings around her body held her firmly in
place. She couldn't move her limbs at all.

'Well Batgirl, I must get over to the studio. I have arranged a special
photo shoot with a certain Miss La Gams. She should find it quite
electrifying. But don't worry, I will be back to sample some of your
sweet exterior later. Then maybe I'll mail you to Commissioner Gordon
as
an early Valentine's present!' Catwoman as she turned to go.

'Catwoman!' Batgirl screamed still struggling in the pink mess.

'Ta Ta! Batgirl!' Catwoman said, as she exited with the Kittens through
the curtain.

Batgirl couldn't even see her. All she could see was pink. Her
entombment was getting oppressive. It was slowly squeezing her. She
could feel it tightening around her head, neck and body. Soon she would
be overcome. She had to do something.

She tried to lift her arms, but the were literally stuck to her sides.
She strained and struggled but the sticky fibers held fast, slowly
constricting around her.

'Auugg!' Batgirl grunted, as she clawed at the webbing, trying to gain
even an inch of ground on its unending assault. Her struggles were
completely useless. She was a mass of sticky pink fibers. A deadly web
that had only one mission. To kill.

She quickly realized that brute force would not do. She had to think.
Her left hand was near her utility belt. If only she could....

She used every ounce of strength left to move her hand a centimeter
towards her utility belt. She stretched her index finger outward,
straining again the strands that held her. No good. She couldn't reach
it. She tried again, concentrating all her mental powers on that one
finger. Stretch... Stretch... Stretch...

Success! That extra bit of mental effort stretched her finger just
close
enough to push a button on the outside of the belt. The belt began to
heat up. The strands around and near the belt began to expand, giving
Batgirl just the amount of leverage she needed.

She quickly opened a compartment pulled out a can of Batgirl sugar
dissolver and began to spray her body with it. Within seconds she was
free though Constrictor Candy continued to rain down upon her. She
quickly reached into her belt again and pulled out her trusty Batgirl
glass cutter. She cut the glass and jumped to freedom, still a mass of
sticky pink goo.

She continued to spray her dissolver on the strands around her body and
after a short time, most were melted. She looked down at herself. The
purple bodystocking was ruined. She would have to go home and change
quickly. Catwoman obviously had plans for Miss La Gams.

She exited the funhouse, got on her cycle and sped home.





Amanda Denier came home to find her roommate Cheri La Gams pulling a
pair
of black stockings up her long shapely legs.

'Hi Cheri. Going out?' She asked looking at Cheri's attire. She was
dressed in a black turtleneck latex teddy, stockings and stiletto
heels.
It was not unusual for Cheri. She was after all Apparel Obsessia's kink
girl of the year, or what ever. Amanda didn't understand it at all.
The
most provocative thing she had ever worn was a garter belt and
stockings.
The things in Cheri's wardrobe were way out there.

'Oui. I 'ave a photo shoot today. Verry kinky. I get to play ze
Dominatrix. Do you approve?' She said, turning around slowly.

Amanda looked at Cheri in her ultra tight outfit. The light gleamed off
her breasts and hips. The material of the dress looked like dripping
wet
sex. She did look good. Hell, she looked better than that. She looked
incredible.

'God Cheri, You look hotter than the surface of Mercury.'

'Merci Ma'm'selle.' She said, leaning over slightly, playing the model.

Amanda went over to the couch and sat down. On the table were two shoe
boxes, one open and one closed. On the outside of each read:

Apparel Obsessia Domina Pump - Size 5

The open pair were obviously on Cheri's feet. She opened the other
box.
Inside was another beautiful pair of black patent leather shoes with
absurdly high heels. She picked one of the shoes out of the box.

'How do you walk in these things?' She asked, looking at the heel as it
tapered down to a ridiculously thin tip. The heel was almost as long as
her foot.

'Oh its not so bad once you get used to zem.' Cheri replied, looking her
friends reaction to her well placed bait. 'Try zem on.'

'They're a size five. I'm a six and a half or seven.'

'Oh, zat's European sizing. Zey'll fit.'

Amanda looked up from the shoe in her hand. Cheri had a strange glint
in
her eye. Amanda kicked off her sensible shoes and slid the shoe on her
foot. It fit perfectly. She pulled the other out and put it on as
well.
They were indeed beautiful shoes.

'Ere, I will 'elp you stand up.' Cheri said, as she moved forward and
stood besides Amanda.

With Cheri's help, Amanda stood up carefully. The heels were
unbelievably
high. She was more than a little wobbly as Cheri lead her to the mirror
to have a look.

'Oh my.' Amanda said as, she look at the shoes.

'Look what zey do for your beautiful legs.' Cheri said, lifting up
Amanda
calf length skirt then sliding her hand up the front of Amanda's thigh,
until the hem of the skirt was past her upper thighs. 'Au oui, zey make
your legs look verry sexy.'

Cheri was right. The heels made the muscles in her already shapely legs
elongate and tighten, making her already beautiful legs look amazing.

'Mike would die, eef he saw you in zose.' Cheri said.

'I know, but I don't know how long I could wear them. Standing in these
things must be a killer.'

'You should try standing on one, with zee ozzer one tied to your
wrists.'
Cheri said casually, lifting one foot off the floor while she put her
wrists behind her in a mock bondage position.

'You've done that?' Amanda said amazed.

'Zat and other zings. I 'ave done lot's of bondage. Actually I kind
of like
it.'

'You like be tied up.' Amanda said incredulously.

'Oh sure, especially if it's ze right person doing ze tying. Sex and
bondage can be most encreable. Don't tell me no one 'as ever tied you
up
before.'

'Only as a kid, playing cowboys and Indian's.' Amanda said.

'Zat doesn't count. You should have Mike do it sometime. It's a great
'ow you say, turn on?

'I wouldn't know where to start-'

'Ah, it's easy, I'd be glad to show you 'ow. You would be fun to tie
up.'

Amanda turned and looked Cheri in the eyes. She was smiling and her
eyebrows were ever so slightly narrowed. She was serious.

'You want to tie me up.' Amanda asked.

'Only if you want me to. True bondage games eez a matter of mutual
consent and trust. I would never force anyone to do somezing zey didn't
want to do.'

Amanda thought about it for a while. She hated to admit it, but the
idea
DID intrigue her. She had often thought about what it would be like
to be
tied up. She looked at her friend Cheri. Though she knew she was
kinky,
this was a side that she had never seen before. She was so nonchalant
with the whole thing. She was just standing there smiling, not saying a
word. Her statements hung out there like a flower brimming with
nectar.
She decided to take the bait.

'OK. How do we do this?' Amanda asked, crossing her wrists in front of
her.

'First you 'ave to change.'

'Can't I wear what I have on?' Amanda asked looking at her long cotton
dress and shirt.

'Oh no. Bondage requires somezing a little more... unusual, non?. I
zink
I 'ave somezing more appropriate that will fit you. Come wiss me.'

Amanda felt a twinge of excitement flow through her body as she followed
Cheri into her bedroom. Cheri opened the closet and went inside.
After a
minute of so, she returned with an armful of kinky lingerie, which she
promptly deposited on the bed.

'I zink zis will fit you perfectly.' Cheri said lifting up one of the
items.

It was a long sleeved turtleneck teddy made of a shiny blue material.
It
was open breasted and zipped up the front. It had a zipped crotch and
it
snapped together in the front at the waist with four snaps. It looked
absolutely wicked.

'You want me to wear that?'

'Wiss some stockings of course.' Cheri said, confidently.

Amanda thought about it for a second. What the hell.

'Ok.'

'Tres bien. Put zese on.' She said handing Amanda a pair of jet-black,
seamed stockings. Amanda sat down, took off her shoes, hiked up her
dress, and pulled the smooth nylon up her shapely legs. The stockings
were the stay-up variety and were extra tall, coming nearly up to her
crotch.

Then she stood up and took off her regular clothes and let Cheri help
her
into the teddy. She put her arms in the sleeves and worked them
through.
She could already tell that the outfit was going to be tight. It hugged
her arms like a second skin. Cheri closed the collar around her neck
and
then pulled the two sides of the teddy around under her breasts. She
put
one side of the zipper into the fastening and as Amanda inhaled,
zipped up
the front of the teddy. Then she grabbed the hourglass shaped piece of
material that was hanging down behind Amanda thighs and pulled it though
her legs. Then she stretched the material until it was taught against
her
pussy and snapped it in place at Amanda's waist.

The teddy wasn't tight. It was absolutely stringent. It felt like she
had been wedged in it. Not that it was uncomfortable Actually, it was
arousing as hell.

''Ere. Put zee on.' Cheri said, handing Amanda a pair of blue shoes
very
similar to the onea that she had just taken off.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and put the shoes on. Then she
stood
back up carefully. Amanda then turned and spread her legs slightly,
putting her hands on her hips. Cheri stepped back and admired her.

'Oh you look fabulous. Come 'ere and take a look.' Cheri said, as she
guided Amanda to the full length mirror.

Amanda couldn't believe her eyes. She looked unbelievable. The
effect of
the teddy and the shoes together made her look like a sexual dynamo.
She
was going to have try these things on for Mike later. He would go
ape-shit.

Cheri went back to the closet and returned with a wooden chest which she
deposited by the bed.

'What's in there?' Amanda asked, curiously.

'Toys.' Cheri answered mischievously. 'Come 'ere.'

Amanda did as she was told. Cheri reached in the chest and pulled out a
length of thin white rope. Amanda put her hands out in front of her and
crossed her wrists.

'Oh no, my little sex kitten, I want your 'ands be'ind you. You're much
more vulnerable zat way.' Cheri said, turning her around. 'Put your
'ands
be'ind your back and cross your wrists.'

Amanda did as she was told. She put her hands behind her back and
hesitantly crossed her wrists, now slightly scared with the prospect of
giving her freedom away.

'Excellent. Now zere is just one rule. If you wish to stop, you just
sing or 'um a song. Any song. You 'um a song and I will untie you
immediately. Do you understand?'

'Yes'

'Tres bien.'

Cheri looped the rope around Amanda's wrist and coiled it around them,
alternating directions as she went. Amanda could tell she had done this
before. A lot. She took her time tying her. Meticulously placing the
rope so as not to pinch her. It didn't seem that tight, but as she
continued, the ropes layered on top of one another making the bondage
gentle yet inescapable. Cheri tied off the ends out of Amanda's reach
and
stepped back to let her test her bondage.

Amanda pulled experimentally at her wrists and found she was indeed
tied up
quite effectively. No amount of pulling or twisting would free her.
She
felt her pussy get wet. A warm glow grew inside of her.

Cheri walked behind her and hugged her, her hands moving over Amanda's
helpless body.

'Ummm' Amanda moaned opening her legs slightly and inviting Cheri's
groping
hands downward. She obliged, messaging her pussy with one hand as the
other
cupped her exposed breast.

Amanda moved her body down onto Cheri's hand. Cheri responded with
firmer
caresses. Amanda's hips began to gyrate with the pressure. She was
becoming very turned on. Cheri responded by removing her hands from her
body and stepping back.

'What are you doing?' Amanda asked with a slight whine in her voice.

'Cheri zink ma'm'sell not 'elpless enough.' Cheri responded, already
grabbing numerous lengths from the chest and returning to Amanda.

Amanda turned toward her. Cheri gently grabbed her under the chin,
guided
her face up to hers and gave her a long passionate kiss.

'I zink M'am'selle needs more rope.' She said, turning Amanda around.

She looped more rope around Amanda's upper arms, just above her elbows.
Then she tightened the rope, drawing her elbows towards each other.
Once
they were about three inches apart she began coiling the rope around
them.
When she had three or four turns in place she turned the rope ninety
degrees and began to wrap the rope between her elbows. She carefully
lined up the cinching in neat rows until she reached the other elbow
where
she tied it off.

'M'am'selle is very flexible, non?... Tres bien.' Cheri cooed, quietly
as
she tied another rope to her elbow ropes and then fed the ends up and
round the outside of her shoulders. She crossed the ropes behind her
neck
and then pulled them down in front, crossing them under each breast,
before returning around her torso to her elbows. Then not satisfied,
she
repeated her movements, doubling the ropes.

She wasn't done. She doubled a rope, tied it to Amanda's elbow ropes
and
then tied the ropes around her torso, above and below her breasts,
holding
her arms tightly behind her.

Amanda experimented again. Cheri's artistic bondage forced her
shoulders
back and her chest forward, making her breasts stand out provocatively.
It was expertly done. There was no way she was going to get free
without
Cheri's help.

'Is it really necessary for it to be this tight?' Amanda said as she
pulled at her bonds.

'Absolutement. It is the essence of helplessness.' Cheri responded,
grabbing a three foot long pole made of ornately carved, unvarnished
pine.
'Now spread your legs. Wider. Bon.'

Amanda spread her legs and Cheri tied each ankle to opposite ends of the
wooden pole. Then she slid her hands up the inside of Amanda's stocking
legs, just barely touching her pussy before grabbing another length of
rope and standing up.

'Haven't you tied me up enough?' Amanda whined questioningly. 'I can't
get out.'

'I know... Only a couple more.' Cheri responded, already grabbing a
chair
and standing on it. She tied the rope to a large eyebolt in the wooden
rafter on the ceiling. Amanda had never noticed the eye bolt before.
Then she got down off the chair and fed the free ends under the ropes
above and below Amanda's ample breasts and pulled it taught.

The ropes tightened around Amanda's breasts and then forced her forward
and upward. Cheri felt the taughtness of the rope, was satisfied, and
tied the rope off. Then she grabbed another length of rope and attached
it to Amanda's wrists.

'Oh come on... this is enough.'

Cheri didn't pay any attention. She reached under the bed and pulled
out
a number of large flat, circular weights with holes in the middle. She
positioned the weights a couple of feet behind Amanda and then pulled
rope
attached to her wrists downward, through the holes in the weights, then
forward, under the pole spreading her legs. She then pulled it, until
the
rope was taught. It forced Amanda's arms back and down and stopped her
from wandering forward. Cheri stood up and backed up a few paces
looking
at her masterful bondage.

'Perfect'

'Perfect? Cheri, these ropes are awfully uncomfortable and these shoes
are
killing me.'

'M'am'selle must learn not to complain so much.' Cheri said reaching
into
chest. 'I zink its time for M'am'selle to be quiet.'

As Amanda opened her mouth to complain, Cheri took advantage and
shoved a
bright blue rubber ball into her mouth. She worked it behind Amanda's
teeth and then quickly buckled it behind her head.

'MMMPHHHH! MPPPRRRpHUMPPP! UPPRrPPHH!' Amanda screamed unintelligibly.

'I don't understand...' Cheri said, smiling.

Amanda was dumbfounded. She was completely helpless. Why had she gone
along with this? She felt around the ball with her tongue. It had been
used before. She could feel the small indentations of another person's
teeth on the large rubber ball. And it was quite effective. It filled
her mouth completely and as much as she tried, she couldn't push it
out of
her mouth with her tongue.

Cheri watched Amanda turning her head in frustration, trying to figure
out
how to get the gag out of her mouth.

'Oh you can stop trying to get it out. I assure you that it eez quite
secure...' She cooed, as she walked behind her. 'Just one last zing.'

Cheri grabbed a black leather blindfold and put it over Amanda's eyes.
It
had a hole cutout for the nose and it had two soft pads on the inside
that
pushed up against her eyes making it impossible to open them. She was
completely blind.

This only added to her helplessness. Amanda could heard Cheri moving
around her. Her heels clicking on the floor as she walked. She
pulled at
her bonds. They were ridiculously secure. She felt completely
defenseless.

Amanda was expecting Cheri to do something but she didn't. Instead she
heard her walk away and sit down on a chair across the room.

'Struggle for me Amanda' Cheri said softly. as the soft whir of a
vibrator
came alive across the room.

Amanda was sure why, but she obeyed. She began to move in her bondage,
pulling at her hands and feet as best she could. Her body was a wash of
motion, all it of sensual. She could heard Cheri begin to moan, and the
rhythmic sound of her hip grinding on the vibrator. It was an amazing
turn on. She struggled harder, feeling the utter helplessness that
Cheri's cunning ropes had provided.

Cheri began to moan louder and louder until finally, Amanda heard her
come. The chair squeaking in unison with her thrusting hips. The
sounds
slowly faded and then stopped.

She stopped her fervent struggling. She was exhausted. The ropes above
her body held her up. She listened for noises. She thought she heard
the
sound of stocking feet being pulled from shoes but she wasn't sure.
Time
passed, and still nothing.

'Mpph?' Amanda pleaded.

Silence.

'MPPPH!" Amanda pleaded again, pulling at her wrists and legs in
frustration.

Amanda had had enough. She was ready to stop. She was about to
signal to
end to the proceedings when she felt the zipper of her teddy opening.
Then the soft touch of Cheri's fingers on her pussy. Then inside. Then
her hot, moist breath and her tongue.

Amanda began to move, but not for freedom. She was becoming incredibly
turned on. As Cheri's expert tongue dove in and out with reckless
abandon, she gyrated her hips in unison.

'Feel good?' Cheri asked softly.

'Uh-huhm' Amanda responded, moaning into her gag.

'Struggle for me Amanda.' Cheri commanded quietly, her fingers
stimulating
Amanda clitoris.

'Uggghh.... ugghhhh!' Amanda responded, moving her body, concentrating
on
the ropes encircling her. Holding her prisoner.

Cheri added her mouth to her already flexing fingers and began to suck
and
caress Amanda's sex. The passion rising within Amanda was
unparalleled.
She had never felt anything like this before. She pulled at her bonds
waiting for the shock wave that she could feel quickly rising within
her.
It hit like an avalanche. Crushing her body with blow after blow of
intense pleasure. It was unbelievable. All she could do was scream
into
her gag and hang on for dear life. Wave upon wave crashed over her.
Again and again. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore. They
eased and then subsided, leaving her completely spent.

Cheri removed Amanda blindfold and kissed her cheek. Amanda opened her
eyes and looked into Cheri face. Cheri was smiling. Amanda felt warm
all
over. She was kind of sorry that Cheri was going to untie her. She
waited for her to do so.

But she didn't. Instead she grabbed something out of the chest. It
was a
large pink vibrator.

'Ummphh!' Amanda whimpered.

Cheri took no notice. She slid the vibrator into Amanda sopping wet
pussy
and held it there. With her other hand, she looped a rope around
Amanda's
waist and then fed the free ends between the lips of her pussy.

'UUMmmmpp!' Amanda protested.

Cheri continued undaunted. She fed the ends of the crotch rope over
Amanda's elbow ropes pulling it tightly between the cheeks of her ass
and
deep into her pussy.

'Tight enough?' She teased, giving the rope a slight yank.

'Ummphh!'

'I guess so.' Cheri said tying it off. She bent down and picked up a
small box that was on the ground. 'This is a remote control for the
vibrator. I am going to set it for fifteen minutes on fifteen minutes
off. I have to go to my photo shoot. It will take about four hours.
In
that time, you should be utterly spent.'

'Mpphh!' Amanda whimpered trying to lift her feet.

'Do the shoes hurt?' Cheri asked. 'Let me help you.'

She pulled the shoes from Amanda's feet and Amanda found out just how
clever Cheri's bondage was. She ceiling ropes holding her up wouldn't
allow her to stand flat footed. Her stocking heels were only an inch
from
the floor, but she couldn't get them any further down.

'I'll see you in a couple of hours. Feel free to scream at anytime.
Enjoy!' Cheri said, turning and walking out the door.

'Ummmmm ha ummmm ha ummmm!' Amanda began to sing, but it was too late.
Cheri was already out the door.

* * *
* * *
IS CHERI WALKING INTO A CATWOMAN TRAP? IF SHE DOES WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO
AMANDA? AND WHAT OF BATGIRL? WILL SHE FINALLY GET REVENGE ON
CATWOMAN OR
WILL SHE TOO BE CAPTURED AND SUBJECTED TO MORE AROUSING PERILS.... IF I
WERE A BETTING MAN...

Chapter 6


Batgirl arrived home shortly after noon. Her ride home was uneventful,
though everyone turned to look at her as she whizzed past. This wasn't
exactly unusual; Whenever she dressed as Batgirl, people stared. She
had
come to expect it. Actually, in all truthfulness, she had come to enjoy
it as well.

Except today. Today, people were looking at her strangely. It was
probably the gobs of pink constrictor candy that had dried all over the
outside of her purple bodystocking. She didn't blame them for staring;
She knew she was a mess.

Arriving home, she quickly shed her sticky clothes and ran into the
bathroom. She would have loved a leisurely bath, but unfortunately, she
had no time to spare, so she had to settle for a quick shower instead.
The
water was hot and washed away the pink candy that was still left on her.
Finished, she got out, dried off and went back to the bedroom. She
threw
the ruined outfit in the incinerator along with her soiled cowl and wig
and went to dress.

Luckily she had extra outfits. She had known there would be days like
this. She opted for her skin-tight, purple latex catsuit and stiletto
pumps. She dusted herself with ample amounts of baby powder and
pulled on
the catsuit. After a bit of wiggling and contorting, she had it on.

'God damn this thing is tight.' Batgirl said under her breath as she sat
down and slid on her five-inch, stiletto heeled shoes. She grabbed her
purple latex cowl and wig and put them on, followed shortly by her
utility
belt. When she was done, she turned and took a look in the mirror.
Perfect.

'You're going to pay for that candy episode, Catwoman.' She said aloud,
before she turned, got back on her Batgirl Cycle and sped off, the
secret
panel swinging closed behind her.





Cheri La Gams arrived at the Sex Cages Boudoir Photography studios on
Langer Street and looked at the time. It was 12:13; Her extra
curricular
activities with Amanda had made her a little late. She opened the
door to
her sleek black sports car and stepped out. Cars all around her slowed
and one man almost walked into a lamp post. Cheri laughed slightly at
the
man, then feeling sorry for him, blew him a little kiss, before opening
the dark glass studio doors and walking inside.

The reception area of the Sex Cages was impressive. The floors and
walls
were made of imported black marble with rich red marble inlay. The
ceiling was over thirty feet high. Hanging on the walls were a set of
six, beautifully framed photographs, each ten feet high. They were of
beautiful women dressed in exotic lingerie. One of the photographs
caught
Cheri's attention. It was of a stunning woman in black lingerie,
stockings and no shoes, lounging on a mass of large, soft, red pillows
with her hands tied in front of her with white rope. She had a kind of
"come down and lay beside me" type of smile that was intoxicating.

She looked at the picture for a while and then turned and walked towards
the receptionist. She was seated atop a high stool, behind a small
black
desk made of gleaming chrome and glass. She was stunning. She was
around
thirty; Tall with long, wild, red hair that had been teased and styled
so
as to make her look almost savage.

With most women a hairstyle like that would have dominated her
appearance.
Not so this woman. It was her eyes. They were piercing green and so
dazzling that Cheri was unconsciously drawn into them like she had just
fallen down two bottomless wells. She stared deep into them as she
approached, spellbound by their intense magnetism. There was something
lying beneath them; A smoldering essence beneath the cool shimmering
waters. It felt dark and wicked.

As Cheri got nearer, she got a look at the rest of the woman's body.
She
was wearing a tight, purple dress of a lycra material that looked as if
she had poured it on. She was sitting with her legs crossed, but the
upper leg was lifted slightly off the other, giving anyone who
approached
a teasing view up her short skirt at her firm thighs.

'May I help you?' The woman said smiling, leaning forward on her stool
slightly.

Cheri came out of her trance.

'Ah...Bonjour. I am Cheri La Gams. I am 'ere for ze Apparel Obsessia
fall lawngeree photo shoot.'

'Welcome, we've been expecting you.' The young woman said, bouncing off
the chair and moving around the desk to face her. Cheri looked down at
her feet. The woman was wearing purple stiletto pumps with ankle straps
that were locked closed with tiny brass padlocks. It was a good thing
that she sat down most of the time. Those heels were certainly NOT
made
for walking.

Passion saw that Cheri was admiring her shoes. She liked that. She
also
liked Cheri's choice in clothes. This was going to be more fun than she
could have hoped for. She smiled slightly and held out her hand.

'My name is Passion, it so nice to meet you.' She cooed, as she took
Cheri's hand in her own. Her touch was electrifying. 'I love your
outfit. Very sexy.'

'Merci.' Cheri replied. 'I love your shoes. Verrry kinky.'

'Touche...'

Passion opened her mouth and ever so subtly licked her lips.

'...I'm afraid that Ms. Kyle has been delayed. She's asked me to help
you
get ready.' She said, letting Cheri's hand slowly slide from her own.
'If
you would like to follow me, I will show you to the dressing room.'

Passion turned on her heel, beckoned Cheri to follow and began to
saunter
towards the back of the reception area. Even this woman's walk was
hypnotizing. Her hips rocked like it was a Latin dance, completely
fluid
and natural.

Cheri followed Passion through a door and down a long hallway to the
back
of the studio. The woman opened the door and ushered her inside.

'Your outfit is hanging up over there. Our hair and makeup gal is
delayed
as well, though really...' she said, looking Cheri up and down, '...in
all
honesty, you don't need any makeup.'

'Merci' Cheri acknowledged, her eyes moving to the outfit hanging up
across the room.

It was a shiny yellow, turtleneck catsuit made out of what looked like
latex. Cheri walked over for a closer look. It was quite an unusual
outfit. It was unlined and made to cover the entire body, including the
feet and hands. For the life of her she couldn't see any seems in the
fabric. It looked like one solid piece of latex.

'Bizzzarrrre' Cheri said softly, picking up the garment.

As soon as she picked it up, she knew it wasn't latex. The touch of the
fabric was indescribable. It felt incredibly slippery, yet not oily.
And
it felt very, very sexy. She got wet just thinking what it would feel
like on.

'What is zis made of. It's so... strange.' She said, wide eyed, as she
continued to caress the fabric.

'It our latest invention. Unusual isn't it? Would you like me to help
you in?'

'Absolutement' Cheri replied, hanging up the outfit and peeling off her
clothes.

'Ow am I going to get in zis? Zere is no zipper.'

'It's a very special material. It will stretch.'

'Zis collar is going to stretch enough for me to get in?'

'Yes. Let me show you.' Passion said, walking forward and taking the
catsuit from the wall. 'Sit down over there and I'll help you put it
on.'

Cheri did as instructed and lifted her legs so that Passion could help
her
put the catsuit on. Passion pulled at the collar of the catsuit and
amazingly, it slowly stretched in her hands until the opening was two
feet
wide. Cheri put her legs in, and as Passion held the suit open, Cheri
pulled the legs on. It was as slippery inside as it was outside, so it
was easy to slide on. It was easier than putting on a pair of
pantyhose.
The material stretched smoothly up over her thighs and then over her
hips.
Passion continued to hold the collar open while Cheri squirmed in. In
no
time she had her hands into the built in gloves, and Passion was able to
release her hold on the collar. As she did so, the collar slowly shrank
until it hugged Cheri's neck tightly, but not uncomfortably.

It was the most amazing garment she had ever tried on. As soon as it
was
on her, it seemed to compress slightly, hugging her body like it was her
own skin. It felt completely wicked.

'Oh that looks great on you.' Passion said, putting her hand on Cheri's
shoulder and then moving it slowly down the outside of her body.

'It feels amazing.' Cheri replied, moving her hands up her body and over
her erect nipples. 'It's so slippery'

'Yes it is...' Passion said, removing her hand from the outfit and
biting
on her finger nail mischievously. 'If you will follow me, Ms. Kyle
asked
me to show you into the studio. She will be here shortly.'

Passion turned and walked out of the room. Cheri followed. As soon as
she took a step, sexual sensations fed up and down her body. She
stopped
walking. It was the catsuit. Passion looked over her shoulder and
smiled.

'Feels great, doesn't it?'

'Extraordinaire' Cheri said, continuing forward, the sensations starting
all over again.

Passion laughed and continued walking. Cheri followed, walking rather
strangely as each step sent shivers up and down her body. Passion
stopped
at a door and opened it.

'This is the studio we will be using. Ms. Kyle will be along shortly.'
She said, beckoning Cheri to enter.

Cheri walked inside the room and Passion closed the door behind her,
leaving her alone. It was a very large room. The floor of the studio
was
made of rich red marble. The ceiling in here too was very high. On the
walls of the studio hung various leather and bondage paraphernalia.
Next
to the door was a sawhorse like device with a few bondage restraints
attached. She walked over to it gingerly, each step maker her more and
more horny.

She reached the sawhorse and slid her hand along its wide, leather top.
It felt smooth and soft. She grabbed one of the restraints and pulled
on
it experimentally. It was solid. She wondered momentarily what it
would
be like to be tied atop it...-or maybe Amanda. AMANDA. She wondered
how
uncomfortable and helpless she must feel right now. The thought made
her
even more wet.

She looked up from the sawhorse and noticed a large obviously bondage
oriented device towards the back of the room. Cheri couldn't help but
walk over and take a look at it.

It consisted of two large, ornately carved black iron poles set into the
red marble floor. At the top of each, was a large sculptured phoenix,
carved in flight. Each pole had two fixed manacles attached to it; One
towards the top and one at the bottom. The manacles were hinged opened,
waiting for a willing or unwilling prisoner to be locked inside. In
front
of the bondage device was a huge mirror, that allowed victims to look at
themselves as they struggled for freedom.

Cheri walked up to the device and slid her hand up the left pole as she
walked around it. It was beautifully carved and smooth to the touch.
Cheri wondered what it would be like to be secured to it. She walked
forward and stood between the poles. They were about three and a half
feet apart. She looked at herself in the mirror and gingerly put her
wrists up to the open manacles. As soon as both wrists came in contact
with the back of the open manacles, they slammed shut, trapping her.

'What's ze..' Cheri said, trying to pull her hands from the manacles.
It
was useless. They were locked tight around her wrists.

The door at the far end of the room opened and Passion entered. She was
wearing the same type of catsuit as Cheri, but in bright red. In her
right gloved hand she held a bright yellow ballgag.

'Did my little canary get trapped in my cage?' She gushed, smiling
broadly
as she walked forward. Judging by the ballgag in her hand, Passion was
not there to free her.

'What's going on 'ere?!' Cheri cried, pulling violently at her arms as
Passion slowly approached. Her struggles were useless. The only thing
they did, was to reinforce just how helpless she was.

Passion stayed silent as she walked behind her and grabbed a flailing
ankle, pulling it towards the open manacle.

'What are you doing?! Cheri screamed, struggling to pull it free of her
grasp. Passion however had a good hold it and with both hands, easily
positioned the ankle in the open manacle. It locked automatically. She
grabbed a hold of the other ankle and soon, it too was bound.

'Let me out of zis!' Cheri cried, now struggling to free all of her
limbs.

'I don't think so. Catwoman will be here soon and she said I could play
with you until she arrived.'

Cheri's eyes widened in horror at the realization of her dilemma. She
opened her mouth, but she never got the chance to scream; Passion was
already shoving the bright yellow ball into her mouth, and buckling it
tightly in place behind her head.

'That's right struggle for me. It will make everything so much more...
intersting...' Passion whispered as her hand moved between Cheri's
thighs.





MEANWHILE AT CHERI LA GAMS APARTMENT....

Batgirl arrived at Cheri's penthouse apartment at one o'clock. She
knocked at the door and waited. No answer. She tried again, still no
response. She didn't have time to screw around, so she pulled out her
Batgirl lock pick, made quick work of the deadbolt, and cautiously
walked
inside.

'Cheri?.... Cheri La Gams?' Batgirl asked softly.

She stopped and listened for any noises. She heard a faint sound from a
room at the far end of the hall. She walked towards it. As she neared
the door, the noises got louder. It was the sound of a woman moaning
into
a gag.

Batgirl turned, kicked the door in and jumped inside. There in front of
her was Amanda, writhing in stringent bondage. Her arms were tied
tightly
behind her back. Ropes from the ceiling held her in such a way as to
force her to stand on her stocking toes, which were spread far apart
by a
wooden pole. Her eyes were opened wide, staring at Batgirl in
disbelief.

Her entire body glistened with sweat, and saliva drooled from the
outside
of the large blue ballgag in her mouth. She was in constant motion.
Her
hips gyrated madly as if she was making wild, passionate love to an
invisible partner below her. She closed her eyes and shuddered,
obviously
orgasming.

Batgirl, momentarily stunned by the intense sexual display, came to her
senses, ran to the woman and pulled the ballgag from her mouth.

'Augh!...Oh.god!...Batgirl....Augh!... Please!...Augh... T-T- Turn, turn
it off!'

Batgirl looked around her in confusion.

'Auggh! The box! Turn off the boxxxxxxx!' Amanda pleaded, shooting her
eyes downward, before she yanked her head back again, in the midst of
another gut wrenching orgasm.

Batgirl reached down and turned off the box.

Amanda's body slowly came to rest. Her head falling down in
exhaustion.

'Oh god! Thank you, Batgirl.'

'Who.. Who did this to you?!' Batgirl asked.

'It was my roommate, Cheri La Gams.'

'Cheri La Gams? Where is she?'

'She went to some kinky photo shoot.'

'Where. She is in grave danger.'

'Cheri in danger?'

'Don't you remember? I told you on the phone yesterday. You were
supposed to have her call me.'

'Oh god! I thought it was a prank. I didn't know!'

'It doesn't matter now. Where did she go?'

'I don't know exactly... Wait! She wrote the address down over there by
the phone!'

Batgirl bounded over to the phone and picked up a notepad laying beside
it. There were indentations from the missing piece of paper above it.
She grabbed a pencil and in twenty seconds, she had her answer. She
walked back to Amanda.

'I've got to go. Cheri has probably already walked into a hideous
Catwoman trap. I hesitate to think what her diabolical mind has thought
up for her.' Batgirl said turning to go.

'Wait! You can't leave me like this!'

'I'm sorry, you're right.' Batgirl said, bending down and flipping the
switch on the box.

'Nooo!' Amanda squealed, as she felt the massive vibration come alive in
her pussy again. 'Please!...'

'Don't worry.' Batgirl said as she opened the door and walked half way
outside. 'I'll call the police from my Batgirl Cycle..... Knowing them,
they will make it here in one, maybe two hours.... Have fun.'

Then she was gone. Amanda stood and looked at the closed door for a
couple of seconds, expecting Batgirl to return. The seconds turned into
minutes. She was serious. She was going to leave her like this....

Amanda stood further up on her toes. Oh god, she was coming again...






Cheri La Gams moaned into her gag. Passion, Catwoman's slinky Sex
Kitten,
enveloped her, sliding her equally slippery body against her own,
thrusting her thigh against her pussy. The feeling of the two catsuits
against one another was incredible. Cheri's whole body shook with
pleasure.

She sucked at the cunningly secure ballgag and pulled uselessly at her
ankles and wrists. It was pointless. The bondage trap she had walked
into was quite secure. Passion slid her hand between Cheri's thighs and
began to stroke her again. Cheri screamed into her ballgag as yet
another
orgasm rocked her body. She had never experienced anything like this
before.

'Well, well, well.' Catwoman said, walking into the studio. 'When the
cat's away...'

'MPPHHH!' Cheri screamed into her gag.

'I see our guest is in good spirits. Is she enjoying the Sensi- suit?
It
looks like she is...'

Passion turned and looked at Catwoman. She was just as turned on as
Cheri.

'It looks like both of you are.' Catwoman added dryly.

'These Sensi-suits are out of this world, Catwoman.'

'Yes. They are quite... stimulating.' Catwoman, said as she approached
the pair.

Passion released her grip and removed herself from Cheri's quivering
body.
Cheri moaned into her gag, exhausted.

'Tired, my little Parisian pet?' Catwoman purred. 'You haven't seen
anything yet.... Passion release the exciter!'

Passion moved behind the bondage frame to the wall and pulled a switch.
Cheri heard a dry metallic click below her and looked down. A section
of
the floor was sliding away, revealing a large black dildo attached
into a
boxy metal base.

'MmmmPH!' She cried into her gag as the dildo began to rise slowly until
it was directly below her pussy.

'Passion, hold her while I position this.'

Passion obeyed and held Cheri around the waist, while Catwoman slowly
raised the dildo upward by hand, carefully inserting it in her vagina.
As
more of the dildo entered her, the material of her bright yellow
Sensi-suit went with it, easy stretching to accommodate the large black
phallus. Soon seven inches were inside of her, with the crotch of the
Sensi-suit stretching around the outside of the dildo like a condom.

'Mmmmmmm' Cheri moaned, feeling the strange material of the Sensi- suit
caressing the inner walls of her vagina.

'Well no one can accuse me of not practicing safe sex.' Catwoman joked
as
she removed her hands from the dildo and stood up.

Cheri lifted her body slightly and an incredible wave of emotion washed
over her. She stopped moving.

'Yes, Miss La Gams, you are wise not to move too much. The material of
the catsuit you are wearing has been specially designed to excite the
wearer into a sexual frenzy. Originally I designed it for fun and play,
but in the course of my personal experiments, I uncovered an unfortunate
side effect. If the stimulation is allowed to increase past a certain
level the suit goes out of control, and the wearer is engulfed in a
massive upward spiral of sexual emotion. Unfortunately, the human body
can't sustain this level of pleasure for too long. In a matter of
minutes, the suit will force your body into sensory overload and you
will
die.... Killed by your own sexual overdrive!

'Mppph-!' Cheri cried, moving slightly and discovering first hand what
Catwoman meant. She stopped moving and stood as still as possible.

'You French girls are so smart. You've discovered that if you stay
still,
you can't get excited..... That's quite true. Unfortunately, I already
thought of that....' Catwoman said as she walked back to the wall and
pulled another switch.

The dildo began to vibrate and thrust slowly up and down, sending
intense
surges of primal lust throughout Cheri's helpless body. She began to
move
in spite of herself. Her movements only increased the effect. Soon she
was literally out of her mind with lust.

'MMMPPpMmmPPP!' Cheri screamed, already into her first orgasm. Catwoman
squealed with laughter.

'Look Catwoman, she's doing the can-can!' Passion squealed, moving her
hand to Cheri's heaving breast.

'Yes, its too bad we don't have a napkin or something to immortalize her
on.'

'You won't need any napkin where you're going, CATWOMAN!'

Catwoman spun around to see Batgirl standing in the doorway.

'Sssssss! Batgirl!' Catwoman hissed.

'That's right, Catwoman!'

'But you're dead. Encased in my sticky candy... extinct!'

Batgirl walked quickly to the center of the room and stopped, spreading
her legs slightly and putting her hands on her hips.

'The only thing that's come to an end is your sick charades. Turn off
the
machine and let her go!'

Catwoman started to crouch down slightly like she was going to fight,
but
then relaxed strangely.

'Very well, Batgirl...' She said, turning and lifting the switch.

The thrusting of the vibrator ended and Cheri slowly relaxed.

'You're certainly more than a match for me...'

Suddenly Batgirl heard a noise behind her, and spun around just in
time to
see Vixen and Talon pull a huge sheet of plastic around her from
either side. Batgirl tried to pull away, but the woman were too fast.
They had already moved behind, and around her wrapping her inside. She
struggled to get free, but the plastic encased her entire body. All the
way from her ankles, to over her head.

As Batgirl struggled against the plastic and the woman holding her,
Passion arrived with what looked like a hair dryer and began to dance
around Batgirl, blowing hot air at her. The plastic wrap sealed around
her, shrinking and conforming around her body until she was trapped in a
super tight, seamless plastic bag.

She was suffocating. Catwoman came over and spread a clear jelly over
Batgirl's mouth and nose. The plastic melted away and Batgirl was
able to
breath.

'Aggh... Aghh.' Batgirl grunted struggling in the super tight plastic.

'Its no use struggling, Batgirl. That's Siamese shrink wrap, a fiendish
invention of mine. If I wished to, I could tie you down under some heat
lamps and watch it slowly crush you to death... But, unfortunately for
you, I have an even nastier idea...' Catwoman said, smiling widely.

'Talon, get the purple Sensi-suit we made for Batgirl. The one with the
built in dildo. I have an idea that will kill two birds with one
stone so
to speak....'

*
WHAT DOES CATWOMAN HAVE PLANNED FOR BATGIRL AND POOR CHERI? DON'T MISS
THE NEXT STIMULATING EPISODE....

Chapter 7



'.......Its no use struggling, Batgirl. That's Siamese shrink
wrap, a fiendish invention of mine. If I wished to, I could tie
you down under some heat lamps and watch it slowly crush you to
death... But, unfortunately for you, I have an even nastier
idea...' Catwoman said, smiling widely, as she approached the
still struggling Batgirl.

'Nighty night!' She gushed, as she pulled out a small perfume pump
bottle and sprayed a small amount of the contents in Batgirl's
face. Batgirl inhaled a small amount of the mist and wilted like
a rag doll in The Sex Kitten's arms.

'Talon, get the purple Sensi-suit we made for Batgirl. The one
with the built in dildo. I have an idea that will kill two birds
with one stone....' She said already approaching Cheri with the
spray bottle.

* * *

As Batgirl slept, Passion and Vixen relieved her of her outfit and
replaced it with the purple Sensi-suit. They worked her legs into
it and then carefully inserted the Sensi-suit covered dildo into
her vagina before pulling the suit onto the rest of her body.
Once they were finished, they tied her up.

Two lengths of white rope were used to tie each of her ankles
tightly to her thighs. Another length of rope was used to tie her
elbows tightly behind her back. Then they looped a rope around
her waist a number of times and then tied her wrists to it on
either side of her. Finally, as a last touch, Passion tied a rope
to her elbow ropes, pulled it downward between her legs and up and
over her waist rope in front. A evil smile erupted on Passion's
face, as she slowly pulled the rope taught, drawing the stretchy
material of the Sensi-suit between the cheeks of Batgirl's rear
and deep into her pussy.

'Tighter.' Catwoman purred quietly, as she pulled on the rope
experimentally. 'I don't want Batgirl to be too comfortable...
...Much better. Now tie it off and start on Miss La Gams.

The Kitten's obeyed and released the sleeping Cheri from the bondage
trap and tied her in exactly the same manner as Batgirl.

'Excellent work Kitten's. Bring our two slumbering playmates next
door. Let's see who wants to be on top...'

* * *

Batgirl stirred from her forced slumber and found that she
couldn't move.'

'Oh look, our purrrple princess is awake. How delicious.'
Catwoman cooed, approaching Batgirl.

Batgirl, quickly understood why she couldn't move. She was
tightly bound. She opened her eyes and groggily looked around
her. The first thing she saw was Cheri. She was facing her about
ten feet away, still unconscious. Batgirl looked down. She was
suspended five feet off the ground atop a strange barrel shaped
object that was three feet long and three feet in diameter.

Her spread thighs hugged the barrel's curved outer surface, which
was made up of individual metal rollers placed close together,
each two to three inches in diameter. The rollers weren't
straight. They curved up and down slightly creating small peaks
and valleys along their gleaming metal surface. Yet they fit into
one another perfectly; The peaks of one roller matching up with a
the valleys of its neighbor.

The Sex Kittens had tied her so she couldn't get off the barrel.
With her ankles tied to her thighs, and her arms of no use, it
meant that she could only grip the outer surface of the rollers
with her inner thighs and knees. And that was almost impossible
to do; The metal rollers were coated in grease making the already
incredibly slick material of the Sensi-suit, even more
ridiculously slippery. In fact, Batgirl would have slid off the
side of the barrel if it weren't for a thin metal brace that was
locked closed around their shoulders. The brace held her body
upright on the top of the barrel's elaborate surface.

Batgirl looked across at Cheri. She too was sitting atop a
similar barrel. Connecting the two barrels was a sturdy metal
pole. The center of the pole was perched atop a pyramid shaped
object between Batgirl and Cheri.

Batgirl shifted atop her barrel and felt the dildo inside of her
rub against the sensitive walls of her vagina. It sent chills
though her helpless body.

Cheri stirred. She quickly came round and began to struggle in
her tight bondage. She quickly gave up and looked over at
Batgirl, obviously wondering what Catwoman had in mind.

'Now that you're both awake, I would like to explain what the idea
of my little game is....'

'Listen Catwo-' Batgirl interrupted.

Catwoman didn't let her even start. She pushed a button on a
remote control in her hand and Batgirl let out a yelp, as a quick,
sharp jolt of electricity fed up through her body from the metal
rollers below her. Catwoman waited for Batgirl to say somthing
else, then finding her silent, smiled and continued.

'That's better. You're sitting on opposite ends of my Arouser
See-Saw. A small electrode bas been placed in your suits to
measure your sexual response. The machine takes that sexual
energy and transforms it into electricity which it stores in a large
battery at the base of the see-saw. There's a small and fairly
harmless amount stored in there right now from my test runs with
Talon and Passion... as you Batgirl, I'm sure can certainly attest
to. Soon however, after you start to squirm in those delicious
Sensi-suits and your helpless bodies begin to react to their
intoxicating embraces, your mounting passion will feed the
batteries large empty cells, until its charge has become quite
deadly.'

'I'm sure there more to this than just storing our sexual energy,
Catwoman.'

Catwoman looked up at Batgirl and smiled, sliding her hands up the
outside of her firm breasts.

'Correct as usual, Batgirl. Besides just storing your sexual
energy, the Arouser See-Saw also measures it as well. Here's where
the fun part comes in. The Arouser will measure which of the two
of you is more aroused, and lower the other in response. And you
don't want to be lowered. Underneath each of you is a button. If
this button comes in contact with the ground below you, the
machine is programmed to release all of it's stored energy. frying
both of you to a crisp.

'Oh mon dieu! Batgirl!' Cheri cried, renewing her feeble attempts
to escape.

'Don't struggle, Cheri! The suit is designed to excite you when
you move!' Batgirl cried, trying to calm the poor girl.

'Correct! Batgirl...' Catwoman applauded, walking next to Cheri.
'As Cheri already knows, once the Sensi-suits get going, it will
be impossible to stop your bodies mounting passion!' Catwoman
cried as she moved her hand to Cheri's bosom and stroked the under
side of her left breast softly.

'I think we need a little multimedia presentation to get us in the
mood... Passion!'

Passion flipped a switch and a video began to play on a huge
screen behind Batgirl. Batgirl turned to look behind her, but a
small, yet carefully placed partition made it impossible for her
to see it.

'Oh mon dieu...' Cheri said softly, her eyes glued to the screen.

A woman began to laugh wickedly. Batgirl knew who it was
instantly. It sent chills down her spine.

"...Oh my god it's quicksand!'
"Very perceptive, Batgirl... But not just ordinary quicksand,
It's Clavicsand!.."

Batgirl's mind reeled as the soundtrack continued. Even over the
cackling voice of Nora Clavicle explaining her fate in sickening
detail, she could hear the sound of her legs squishing in and out
of the surface of the thick oozing quicksand.

'Where did you get this?!' Batgirl screamed, trying to blot out
the sound of the slurping.

'Didn't know it existed, did you Batgirl? No one did. A couple
months ago, I got a call from my good friend Miss Clavicle who
asked me to pick it up before the police or someone else equally
unsophisticated happened to stumble upon it. She felt it might
have a damaging effect on her current not-guilty plea.'

Catwoman licked her lips and then looked at Cheri. 'Seems
like I played it for the right audience. I think she enjoys
watching you struggle, Batgirl.'

Batgirl looked over at Cheri. She was spellbound. Suddenly the
barrel below Batgirl's spread legs began to rotate. The rollers
uneven surfaces softly messaged the inside of her thighs and her
crotch as they went by, jiggling the dildo inside of her. She had
never felt anything like the suit before. She instantly
understood why Cheri had been so out of control before. It felt
amazing. The suits inner surface rubbed slightly across her body
as she moved, caressing her breasts and other erogenous zones.
Her body began to respond almost at once, and as it did, Cheri's
barrel began to turn as well.

Batgirl watched Cheri look down in amazement and then begin to
struggle harder.

'Oh my god, what's happening?!' Batgirl said, watching the barrel
she was on slowly speed up in response.

'Oh I forgot to mention that your sexual energy also directly
controls your partners barrel. The more turned on you get the
faster your partner's barrel will spin!'

Cheri responded to the rotation underneath her spread legs and
began to move even more. Struggling against the cunning ropes
that bound her. Her movements only caused her to get more
excited. That in turn increased the speed of Batgirl's barrel,
and worse, began tipping Batgirl's end of the hideous sexual see-
saw downward towards to ground.

Catwoman began to laugh as Batgirl thrust her crotch into the
rotating seat, trying to equalize their sexual responses in an
attempt to stop her descent. It worked. Her sexual energy
increased and the ends began to tip the other direction. Cheri
looked at Batgirl realizing what was happening as the see-saw
tipped past level and then downward in her direction. Cheri
responded by pushing her own crotch harder against the rotating
cylinder.

'Catwoman, you've out done yourself with this one!' Vixen gushed,
as she watched Batgirl's end lower again, requiring Batgirl to
struggle atop the rotating barrel in an effort to stop her
descent.

'Yes... its a shame that we can't stay to watch the show in
person.'

'Oh.. Catwoman...' Passion whined.

'I know. But the video will be waiting when we get back. It
could take as long as an hour with these two sexual dynamos, and
we have things to do!'

Catwoman let out a roar of laughter as she watched first Cheri's,
then Batgirl's end dip downward.

'Catwo-wo-man. You'll pay-ay for this!' Batgirl stuttered as the
passion within her continued to build.

'Ta ta! Batgirl' Catwoman said exiting the room.

Batgirl looked over at Cheri. They were both equally helpless and
powerless to stop the mounting desire within them. And so it
went. Each of the girls in turn got more and more excited, trying
to keep the machine in equilibrium, slowly bobbing up and down
like they were in a kindergarten play ground.

First it was Cheri who was descending then Batgirl. Each of the
women struggled desperately to free themselves, but their fervent
struggles only caused their bound bodies to move more in the
cunning Sensi-suits, slowly bringing them closer and closer to
orgasm.

'Oh Batgirl! I am going to come!' Cheri said, already visibly
shaking as the rush of the first orgasm hit her. As Cheri
screamed in ecstasy, Batgirl began to descend rapidly. She lifted
her elbows, pulling the crotchrope and the dildo deeper into her
pussy. She squirmed on the rotating bearings concentrating on the
massive feeling that were growing quickly within her.

Inches from the ground, she came. The see-saw tipped upwards
again, then past equilibrium. Cheri stopped orgasming and slump
over slightly, complete exhausted.

'Cheri! Come on you can't stop now!' Batgirl screamed as her own
orgasm came to an end.

Cheri responded and began to move, the sequence starting all over
again. She stopped descending and then it was Batgirl's turn...
Batgirl pulled at her bonds, but they were cunningly secure. She
was helpless to stop her body respond again to the barrel and the
Sensi-suit. How long could they last?.....

* * *

Forty minutes, and six orgasms later, Batgirl and Cheri were
completely exhausted. Their bodies however didn't stop
responding. It was useless to struggle, but they found it
impossible to stop, and watching each others writhing form in
front of them only increased their passion, reinforcing their own
helplessness.

'Oh mon dieu, Batgirl! I can't 'old on much longer!' Cheri cried,
straining at the ropes around her body.

'I know Cheri! I trying to think...' Batgirl responded already
feeling her seventh orgasm approaching.

Then the idea hit her. It was risky, but their only chance.

'Cheri, move as much as you can. Struggle like you have never
struggled before. Now!'

'But why?!' Cheri screamed confused.

'Just do it!' Batgirl cried forcefully.

Cheri did as she was told, and as she did so, Batgirl did the same
working herself into an absolute frenzy. The Sensi-suit moved
like a pool of thick jello around her, and the dildo inside of her
rammed against her as she moved up and down.

The barrels began to spin faster and faster, only adding to the
mounting swell of lust that the women had created. Still they
continued. The barrels were soon spinning so fast that Batgirl
was thankful that they were so well greased.

Batgirl rammed her pelvis into the machine. Her plan wasn't
working. She looked over at Cheri. Cheri was bouncing up and
down and struggling. The Sensi-suit had her completely out of
control. Her worst fears were being realized. The passion within
her was mounting to an unbelievable level. She had to keep
trying. pushed her crotch harder into the rotating rollers,
moving herself forward and backwards along the barrel rotating
surface with reckless abandon.

Suddenly, Batgirl saw what she had hoped for. A wisp of smoke
escaped the top of the pyramid. Then another.

'Come on Cheri! Harder!' Batgirl cried, watching the mounting
smoke rise from the pyramids point.

'Oh god! Batgirl! I going to come!' Cheri cried. writhing atop
the spinning cylinder as if she was riding a bucking bronco.

'Just a little bit longer Cheri!' Batgirl cried.

Cheri couldn't hold it any longer and the orgasm overcame her. It
was so intense that she wasn't sure if she would survive it. She
writhed in her bondage, pulling at the crotchrope between her
legs, thrusting and thrusting as wave after wave of passion
enveloped her.

The force of Cheri's orgasm, was immediately translated by the
machine and fed to Batgirl, who had no choice but to orgasm as
well. The power of the desire within her rocked her to her very
core. For a second, she didn't even know who she was. She didn't
care. She was completely overwhelmed. All she could do was ride
out the wave as it swept over her.

Batgirl's plan worked. The combined energy from the two women's
intense orgasm was too much for Catwoman's machine. The already
smoking pyramid began to shudder and exploded, sending Batgirl and
Cheri in opposite directions.



Batgirl opened her eyes and looked around. The brace had hinged
open and she was lying on the ground still tightly bound in rope.
Miraculously however, she wasn't injured. She looked over at
Cheri. She was out cold. Batgirl looked at the machine. The
force of the explosion had cut a jagged hole in one side of the
pyramid leaving sharp metal edges. Luckily for Batgirl and Cheri
it was the side facing away from them.

She struggled over the pyramid and used the sharp metal to cut the
ropes around her body. Within a few minutes she was free. She
pulled off the Sensi-suit and freed Cheri who was slowly coming
round. Cheri opened her eyes and looked in Batgirl's eyes.

'Oh zank you Batgirl!' She cried, clutching onto Batgirl.

'You were an equal part in it.' Batgirl said, allowing Cheri to
recover before pulling her Sensi-suit from her body. 'Let's get
into some more suitable clothing and get out of here. I need to
get you safe.'

'Oh mon dieu! We must go back to my apartment. My roommate...'

'She OK. The police have seen to that by now, I'm sure.'

After Batgirl found the clothing that each of the women had come
to the studio with they each dressed. After Batgirl was in her
outfit, she walked over and picked up the purple Sensi-suit that
was lying on the ground.

'Under different circumstances...' She thought as she folded up
the shiny purple suit and put it under her arm.

'Are you keeping zat for evidence?' Cheri questioned as they
walked out the front door of the studio.

'Something like that.' Batgirl said smiling. 'Get on the back of
my Batgirl cycle. I'll have someone pick up your car later.'

The women sped off and were soon rounding the corner of police
headquarters. Batgirl was hoping for a quiet entrance, but
unfortunately, Commissioner Gordon had just finished a press
conference and television and newspaper reporters were everywhere.
Catwoman would know they escaped.






'Catwoman, you told me they were dead!' Ashlyn cried, hitting the
mute button of her television.

'I don't believe it. How is it possible? Damn her!'

Ashlyn turned off the television and began to pace.

'She's going to find out about me. It's only a matter of time
before old Mr. Layhee puts it together and contacts her.'

Catwoman looked up.

'Well, I guess I'll just have to take care of him....' Catwoman
said standing. 'And while I'm there, I make sure to leave a clue
behind for Batgirl. It will be subtle, but she will figure it out
and when she does... I'll be ready. Passion, Vixen... Get over to
the emporium and set things up. I have to take care of old Mr.
Layhee.'





Batgirl opened the door of Commissioner Gordon's office and walked
inside. Chief O'Hara and the Commissioner leapt to their feet.

'Batgirl! Thank heaven's your safe. While you were away, a Mr.
Layhee has been trying to reach you desperately. It's something
to do with Harvey Ashlyn...'

'What about him?'

'He wouldn't say. Just that he need to speak to you immediately.
It seems he may know why Catwoman's is staging her reign of
terror.'

'I'll pop over there at once!' Batgirl said, turning on her heels
and striding to the door.

'For heaven's sake, be careful Batgirl. We still haven't been
able to reach Batman and Robin. You're all alone in this.'

'I'll be OK Chief' Batgirl said, exiting the door.



Batgirl arrived at Mr. Layhee's office. It was closed. She pulled out
her Batgirl lock pick and was in the door in seconds.

'Mr. Layhee?' Batgirl announce, carefully walking through the
office, listening for any response.

She crept down the hall, looking into the various offices along
the way. Nothing. At the end of the hall was a door. On the
outside it read:

Ernest Layhee, Senior Partner

She knocked on the door and then hearing no response, opened the
door and peered inside. It was dark. She felt for the light
switch and turned it on.

Mr. Layhee was sitting at his desk, but her wasn't moving.
Batgirl walked behind him and touched him. He slumped forward in
his seat, his head smacking the top of his desk. She was too
late. He was dead. She propped him up and noticed a set of
scratch marks on the front of his shirt. Catwoman.

Batgirl began to search the office. To the casual observer,
everything would have seemed normal, but to Batgirl's keen sense
of intuition it was obvious that someone had already rifled the
office thoroughly. There was no paperwork regarding the Ashlyn's
what so ever.

'Damn!' She curse turning to leave.

Her foot kicked something. She bent down and picked it up. It
was a small acrylic paper weight. She looked at it and almost put
it down but thought better of it. Something about it caught her
eye. It wasn't the small figure of a woman in sexy lingerie that
was encased in the clear acrylic. It was the shape of the paper
weight itself. It was shaped like a cat.

Batgirl turned the paper weight over and looked at it. On the
bottom of the paperweight was the name and address of the company
who made it.

The Totally Terrific Trophy Emporium
1625 Ming Court

Batgirl stopped and thought. Ming court. 'Ming is Chinese for
meow.' She said softly. 'I wonder.'



Batgirl followed the lead and soon found herself outside the
Totally Terrific Trophy Emporium on Ming Court. It looked
deserted. She walked up to the front door and tried to open it.
It was locked. A sign hung in the window.

Closed for Renovation

Something about this didn't seem right and Batgirl decided to
check it out further. She walked around the side of the building
and using her Batgirl rope, got herself up to the second floor.
>From there it was easy to pry open a window and slip inside.

Batgirl quickly found that the upstairs portion of the building
was completely abandoned. So she quietly walked down the stairs
to the first floor.

At the bottom of the stairs was a door. She carefully opened it
and found herself in an immense showroom. Rows and rows of neatly
arranged trophies and plaques, as well as some large statues and
huge clear Lucite artworks clogged the main showroom. In the back
of the showroom was another door.

Batgirl took a quick look around at the various trophies and
plaques. Nothing interesting. Just for a moment, she thought
that maybe the paperweight was meaningless, but that feeling
quickly passed as she opened the door in the back of the showroom
and looked inside.

It was like she had walked into another world. It was a massive,
dimly lit room, decorated with soft pillows and fine silks. The
floor was made up of large pink marble and clear, Lucite tiles,
each twelve feet square, making up a huge checkerboard pattern.
Thirty feet to the left of the door, was a huge trophy that seemed
oddly familiar. Intrigued, Batgirl went to take a look.

It turned out to a life-sized bronze of herself, in a typical
Batgirl pose; Her legs slightly spread and her hands at her hips.
It was very lifelike. On the base of the trophy read:

Batgirl
Sexiest Woman in Gotham

Batgirl realized that this was a replica, only much larger of the
trophy she would receive later at the Apparel Obsessia
Awards dinner.

'Hello, Batgirl.'

Batgirl, spun around to find Catwoman lounging on a mass of pink
silk pillows at the far end of the room. She was dressed in her
super tight, shiny, black catsuit.

'Catwoman!'

'Welcome, Batgirrrl.' She purred, sliding her left gloved hand
over her breasts seductively. 'I hope you had a good time at the
studio. So nice of you to... drop by.'

'Very droll, Catwoman.' Batgirl responded, slowly walking towards
her. 'Nice trophy.'

'Do you like it Batgirl?' Catwoman responded, her mood changing.
'That foolish Harvey Ashlyn made a terrible mistake trying to give
that to you. Everybody knows that Catwoman is the sexiest woman
in Gotham!'

'You can show your trophy to your cellmates, when you are back in
prison.'

'You're purrr..spective on the situation, Batgirl, is, as usual,
completely contorted. You are my prisoner here.'

'I think you're overestimate your abilities, Catwoman. When have
you ever been able to take me one on one?' Batgirl said,
continuing across the room, now half way across.

'I wouldn't come any closer, Batgirl.'

Batgirl, stopped, put her hands on her hips defiantly and smiled
broadly. Then started forward again.

'I'm so scared-' Batgirl started to say, as she walked out of her
high heeled pumps and stumbled forward. She regained her balance
and looked down confused to find that both of her stocking feet
were stuck in an centimeter of clear ooze. She struggled to pull her
feet from ooze, but it was useless. Though she was able to lift
them, she couldn't get them out. Strings of clear material held
her tightly in check.

'Oooo' Batgirl said, feeling her feet squish in and out of the
thick goo. She pulled her legs but it was useless. The ooze had
her firmly in its clutches. She looked up at Catwoman who was
laughing wildly then back down at her stocking feet. She was now
standing in a couple of inches of ooze. She was sinking.

Batgirl realizing the situation, considered launching herself
backwards onto the solid ground, but luckily, looked behind her
first. A Lucite panel was sliding silently away from her,
exposing more ooze. Batgirl struggled wildly to free herself as
the thin panel disappeared beneath the marble section, six feet
behind her, but her struggles only made her sink deeper.

Batgirl looked around her panicking. There was ooze all around
her. The solid pink marble sections were six feet away in all
directions.

And she was sinking. She struggled to pull her feet free but it
was no use, she just continued to sink. Her dark stocking feet
were completely under the surface now. The ooze felt strangely
warm as it enveloped the legs of her thin catsuit... and thick.

'Oh god!' Batgirl cried, as she pulled viciously at her legs. It
was pointless. She was utterly helpless in the thick gooey stuff.
She had visions of herself sinking to her death, when suddenly,
she hit solid ground. She looked down finding herself buried in
twelve inches of clear ooze.

With the ground below her as an ally, she quickly tried to pull
her legs free of the ooze, but she could barely move them. They
were completely stuck. Undaunted, she put her hands behind her
knee and pulled up on her leg with all her strength. Even with
that incredible effort, she was only able to lift her foot a few
inches, and that was it. She couldn't possibly pull it free. The
warm, sticky substance clung to her legs, holding her in place.

'Oh god, It's like glue!'

'Very purrrceptive, Batgirl.' Catwoman purred, as she got up from
her soft pillows and slowly approached the pit of ooze. Stopping
at it's edge, she put her index finger up to her mouth and bit
down on her razor sharp claw, smiling. 'It's my Purrrfectly
Perrrverted Bondage Adheasive Batgirl. A fiendish, new invention
of mine.'

'Uggh..Uggh! Batgirl grunted, getting more and more frustrated
that she couldn't lift her feet from the thick ooze.

'Oh, that's right, struggle. You know I love to watch you
struggle, Batgirl. It makes me wet just watching you.'

'If you think it is so much fun, why don't you join me?'

'Very well, I will'

Catwoman walked around behind Batgirl, and to Batgirl's amazement,
stepped into the glue. Then to her absolute astonishment, She
watched Catwoman pull her foot free and take another step toward
her. Anticipating Batgirl's question Catwoman explained.

'My outfit is made of Catslick Material, a special anti-adhesive
fiber, Batgirl. The glue won't stick to it.'

As Catwoman slowly approached, Batgirl continued to struggle. She
was completely helpless, and tiring quickly.

Catwoman stopped a couple of feet away from her. Batgirl, tried
to turn to fight but found she couldn't.

'You look tired, Batgirl.' Catwoman said smiling. 'I think maybe
you should lie down!'

'No! Catwo-' Batgirl screamed, but it was too late. Catwoman
taking advantage of Batgirl's crippled state, easily grabbed her
shoulders and pulled her backwards.

Batgirl's fell backwards into the glue with a sickening
sludgghidhfhg. She landed on her rear and back and had
instinctively tried to break her fall with her hands. Now she was
on her back with her arms buried up to her elbows. She tried to
pull herself up but found herself helplessly stuck.

'You Bitch!' Batgirl screamed, her struggles causing her body to
ooze slightly deeper into the warm glue. Catwoman stepped over
the prone figure of Batgirl with a leg on either side of her
waist.

'Don't struggle too much, Batgirl.' Catwoman said, lifting her
boot from the glue and placing the toe on Batgirl's sternum.

'You might sink....' She said, pressing down, pushing Batgirl
further into the ooze.

'Oh God! Please don't!....uggh!'

*
WILL CATWOMAN DROWN BATGIRL IN THE HIDEOUS BONDAGE ADHESIVE? WHAT
A STICKY SITUATION!

Chapter 8

*

....Batgirl's fell backwards into the glue with a sickening
sludgghidhfhg. She landed on her rear and back, and unfortunately had
instinctively tried to break her fall with her hands. Now she was
on her back with her arms buried up to her elbows. She tried to
pull herself up, but found herself helplessly stuck.

'You Bitch!' Batgirl screamed, her struggles causing her body to
ooze slightly deeper into the warm glue. Catwoman stepped over
the prone figure of Batgirl with a leg on either side of her
waist.

'Don't struggle too much, Batgirl.' Catwoman said, lifting her
boot from the glue and placing the toe on Batgirl's sternum.

'You might sink....' She said, pressing down, pushing Batgirl
further into the ooze.

'Oh God! Please don't!....uggh!'

Catwoman removed her toe and straddled Batgirl again.

'Don't worry, Batgirl. I'm not going to let you die.....Yet. I'm
going to let you purrrcolate a bit first...' Catwoman said
quietly, her eyes narrowing slightly. 'A little diversion
purrrhaps....'

Catwoman turned and pulled Batgirl's knees apart, forcing the
outsides of them into the glue. When she was finished, the soles
of Batgirl's stocking feet were facing each other and her legs
were spread wide open, the outside of her knees, stuck deep into
the glues sticky clutches.

Catwoman, pulled out a long silver vibrator from behind her back
and turning, buried one end of it into the glue, hard up against
Batgirl's pussy. Then she turned it on. Batgirl struggled to get
away from the touch of the vibrator, but it was useless. It was
literally glued to the thin patent material covering her pussy.

'Now, that you are suitably entertained. I think that the only
fair thing for you to do is entertain me.' Catwoman said, getting
down on her knees, and straddling Batgirl's face.

'Pleasure me, Batgirl.'

Batgirl, didn't move.

'You're in no position to refuse. I can be very purrrsuasive...'
Catwoman said, pushing down on Batgirl's forehead, forcing the
back of her head into glue.

'Oh god, No!'

'Suck Batgirl!' Catwoman said, pushing crotch of her Catsuit hard
against Batgirl's mouth.

Batgirl had no choice but to comply. She opened her mouth and
sucked at the thin material covering Catwoman's pussy. She pushed
up with her tongue and sucked, searching for her clitoris.

'Oh, that's right, Batgirl. Right there.... ohhh yes. Harder.'

Batgirl continued to satisfy Catwoman as the vibrator between her
legs, purred on, it's knowing touch, firmly attached right above
her clitoris. She began to gyrate her hips in unison with
Catwoman and soon both women were in a state of frenzy.

'Oh YES Bagirl! Yes!'

Catwoman came first, followed shortly there after by Batgirl.
When the waves of passion subsided. Catwoman got off Batgirl and
stood up.

'Batgirl, you are amazing.' she said, looking down at the still
struggling form of Batgirl, half buried in glue. 'I want to
remember you just like this....

...But maybe with a different pose...'

'What are you doing to me?' Batgirl asked, as Catwoman stuck her
gloved hands in the glue and pulled Batgirl's legs until they were
straight out and slightly spread.

'Posing you, Batgirl' Catwoman responded as she positioned Batgirl
hands at her hips.

Batgirl struggled to free herself but she was completely helpless.

'Get me out of here, this stuff is hardening!' Batgirl screamed,
trying to move but finding it impossible to do so.

'Correct, Batgirl! As the adhesive cools, it set into a
purrrfectly clear Lucite, with you and your luscious body trapped
in its rock hard, inescapable shell.... purrrmanently!' Catwoman
said, laughing as she walked to the wall and pulled a switch.

'Ah!...Augh!'

Batgirl heard a click and looked up at the ceiling. A eight by
four foot metal frame was slowly lowering towards her, She could
do nothing but helplessly watch as it cut into the glue, until it
surrounded her body, sticking two feet out of the surface.

Catwoman, walked back to Batgirl, pulling a long hose.

'Another one of a kind item, Batgirl...' Catwoman laughed, turning
the nozzle of the hose, releasing clear glue, that began to ooze
into the into frame. 'A Batgirl, PAPERWEIGHT!'

'No!... Ugggh!' Batgirl grunted trying to move in the hardening,
bondage adhesive. It was useless. She could barely move. She
was powerless as the softer, warmer adhesive slowly oozed from the
nozzle, rising around her exposed body parts.

Catwoman placed the nozzle in a specially made holder at the top
of the frame, and smiled as the goo oozed into the frame, slowly
covering the remainder of Batgirl's helpless body.

'Oh god! Uggh!...' Batgirl grunted, struggling with all her might
as she felt the sickening was glue glob over her thighs. Catwoman
watched Batgirl's reactions with rapt fascination. Batgirl was
giving it everything she had, but her fate was sealed. Her
horrific death was now a sure certainty.

'I would love to stay and watch, Batgirl, but I have plans to
attend to. Plus, figure I have all time I want to admire you, when
you're hanging on my wall!'

'No..Catwoman! Don't leave me like this! Ugghhh...'

Catwoman, turned, walked to the door and paused.

'Don't move, Batgirl. I want to remember you just like
you are!' She said, laughing as she ducked out the door and fled,
leaving Batgirl to die.





Valerie Ashlyn put her toe in the second jet-black stocking and then
slowly pulled it over her small foot, and then up her smooth tan leg,
being particularly careful to pull it tightly and evenly all the way
up.
With both stockings on, she laid back in the soft sofa and raised her
legs
in the air, bending them slightly at the knee. She pointed her toes and
then moved her hands to the outsides of her shapely ankles, sliding them
slowly over the soft nylon downward, then over her knees and inward
towards her moist pussy.

She lingered there awhile allowing herself time to enjoy the
sensations, then stood, and walked to the mirror.

The dark stockings shimmered in the soft lighting, outlining the
outsides of her incredible legs first with a line of midnight
black, then a region of dark sexual sable, finally converging into
a sensual, fleshy chocolate. This pair of stockings were so tall that
the black stay-up tops touched her pubic hair. They needed to be;
The black patent, halter dress she had chosen for the Apparel
Obsessia Awards Dinner was insanely short.... and tight.

Valerie stepped into her black stiletto pumps and smiled. Batgirl
was drowning in the bondage adhesive. Catwoman said that she
would be dead by four o'clock. How delicious. Tonight was going
to be a wonderful night. She moved her hands down her nude body
and between her slightly spread legs. The dinner wasn't until
nine o'clock. She had time....





Batgirl looked down over her prone, helplessly mired body, at the thick,
gooey adhesive oozing into what now amounted to a vat of clear, slow
rising death.

'Auggh!' She grunted trying to lift any part of her body from the
sticky nightmare. It was pointless. She now barely move. The
glue was hardening. She couldn't move her feet at all.

The glue oozed up her stomach and then around her breasts,
creating two purple islands in the clear placid surface.

'Oh god, I can't move!' Batgirl screamed, straining at the hardening
epoxy, as the warmer, softer glue on top, oozed upwards surrounding her
head and creeping up the outside of her breasts. In a matter of minutes
the glue was around her ears and chin. She could smell its strange
chemical aroma and feel its warm embrace on her skin.

She had to do something now. Right now. But what?! She
certainly couldn't pull her arms out, or the rest of her for that
matter. But she had to do something!

She thought about the pink constrictor candy. Maybe that would
work here too. She strained with all her might and was just able
to touch the button that heated up her utility belt.

She could feel the utility belt slowly get warm and then hot. She
thought that she was onto something, as the glue around her waist
softened, but her hopes were soon dispelled. All it did was allow
her slightly more room to struggle, -and get completely frustrated
in. Though the glue got soft, it was still incredibly thick and
sticky and there was absolutely no way that Batgirl was going to
be able to pull her arms out. Hell, she could move them more than
a few inches.

'Oh god!' Batgirl cried, as she felt the glue crest her chin and
creep up towards her lower lip. 'Augh!...'

Suddenly Batgirl remembered something. Something that she had put
in her utility belt last month, but never used. She closed her
mouth as the glue crested her lower and then upper lip, as she
strained with all her might to lift open a compartment on her
belt. She could only get it open a half an inch, but that was
just enough.

With an amazing feat of concentration, as the glue touched the
lower part of her nose, Batgirl cracked the top of the vile in the
compartment releasing a red chemical.

The glue began to react at once as Batgirl took what she knew would be
her
last breath for quite awhile, then relaxed, conserving oxygen. The red
chemical began melting the glue into a clear liquid letting off a mass
of
thick white, and very deadly, smoke. The glue reacted instantly, but
because there was so much of it, it took almost two minutes before
Batgirl
was able to pull herself free and jump from the hazardous chemical cloud
and ripping off her smoking catsuit, cowl, wig and stockings.

Then she staggered away and collapsed. Taking a huge breath. She
was alive! She took another huge breath and looked back at the
pit of glue. The Chemical and glue had combined to form an
incredibly unstable, and dangerous compound, which was now boiling
madly at the bottom of the pit. She got up to go and noticed a
business card next to her. She grabbed it and stood up.

She took a look at the pit of glue. It was going to blow. She had no
time to lose. She had to get out now. She turned and ran at full speed
for the exit. She just got out the door before the explosion. The
force
of the explosion knocked her to the ground. She turned and looked the
building that was now completely engulfed in flames. She still couldn't
believe she was alive. She looked down at her nude body and wondered
how
she was going to get home. She had nothing to wear home except....

Batgirl walked quickly to the Batgirl cycle and pulled out the purple
Sensi-suit, and as fast as she possibly could, put it on. It still had
the same amazing effect on her. She would have to try this Sensi-suit
out
later in the privacy of her own home. She then grabbed a paper bag and
punched two hole in it for eyes and put it over her head. People were
really going to stare today...

She climbed aboard the Batgirl Cycle and started the engine. The
massive
dull rumbling of her cycle caused the dildo inside of her to vibrate.
She
only got a mile before the first orgasm. This was going to be some ride
home.



Batgirl arrived home thoroughly exhausted. She would have felt
more of a fool driving home, if it weren't for the fact that she
had to use all her mental energy just to stay on her Batgirl
cycle. The devious Sensi-suit did what it was designed to do. By
the end of the journey she was literally humping the seat in wild
abandon. She had to get it off of her before, she went absolutely
crazy.

She ripped the bag off of her head, pulled the purple Sensi-suit
off of her body and started the tub. It took over twenty minutes
to get the glue off. Things were going to change. Catwoman would
pay for this. That was for certain. She climbed out of the tub
and began to towel off.

Then she remembered the business card. She walked to her Batgirl
Cycle and pulled the card from the storage trunk. It was a
business card to a fetish boutique. She decided that she would do
a little late evening shopping before making her appearance at
the awards dinner.



As Batgirl entered the east side of Gotham, dusk fell upon the
city. The darkness held out it arms and slowly gathered in the
last of the eerie twilight, casting a dark violet glow on the
surrounding buildings. It almost looked surreal, as she took a
left on Industry Parkway, and then a right down a small, dimly lit
side street.

Batgirl made her way along the darkening street until she reached
the address shown on the card: 1425 Vinyl Lane. She parked
her Batgirl cycle along the side of the building, well out of
sight of any passers by, and walked back to the front of the
store.

Batgirl shot a quick glance at the darkening street around her.
It was deserted. Not suprising; This area of Gotham consisted
entirely of industrial warehouses and factories.

Batgirl looked down at the soiled business card she held in her
hand. She was in front of a small, black store front, with no
windows. A small, red neon sign hung above the door in stark
contrast to the dark surroundings.

It read:

Valerie's
Very Private
Leather and Fetish Boutique.


'Strange area for a place like this to be in.' Batgirl said
quietly to herself, as she approached the door to the store.

Taking a last look around, Batgirl cautiously opened the door and
walked inside. As soon as she was inside, the red neon sign
above the door, turned off ominously.

The store was much, much, larger than it looked from the outside.
It was overstocked with a huge supply of very neatly arranged,
erotic leather, latex, and PVC apparel, as well as a very large
assortment of bondage paraphernalia. Batgirl was secretly
overwhelmed with the selection and wished that she had gone there
as Barbara Gordon, instead of Batgirl. She couldn't help but
slide her gloved hand along a particularly cute, red PVC teddy as
she walked along.

'Batgirl! What an honor!'

Batgirl, looked up from the teddy to see a beautiful woman enter
the showroom from a room behind the sales counter. She was in her
late twenties, and smiled as she walked forward. She obviously
enjoyed fetish clothing, for she was dressed to kill.

She was wearing an extremely tight and shiny, black-PVC,
turtleneck dress that gleamed in the soft lighting. It was super
tight and was so short that the black tops of her opera length
stockings, peeked out beneath its hem. She complimented the
outfit with a pair of short, black patent gloves and a pair of
ridiculously high, black patent stiletto heels. A shiny chain
belt was attached around her waist with a small padlock. Very
kinky. Her blond hair was cut in a short, layered look, which
bounced in unison with her hips, as she sauntered sexily forward.

'I'm Valerie Ashlyn.'

'Of Apparel Obsessia fame?' Batgirl, asked raising her eyebrow.
'Is this some kind of offshoot store?'

'Yes, I am and no... this is my private boutique. It caters to
the.... let's say kinkier side of our clientele.'

'Kinkier side?' Batgirl thought to herself. How much kinkier
could you get than Apparel Obsessia.

'Normally Batgirl, I see people by appointment only, but with you,
I will gladly make an exception.' she purred, stopping close
enough so Batgirl could smell her subtle, yet intoxicating
perfume.

'Can I show you anything in particular? Maybe a new patent teddy
perhaps.'

'Possibly...' Batgirl said, stalling, feigning interest in a
beautiful black bustier.

Valerie smiled, trying to hide the excitement she was feeling.
When the security system had first picked up the sound of the
Batgirl cycle outside, Valerie had been beside herself. Her
dismay was understandable. She was sure that she was dead.
Catwoman had assure her that Batgirl would be dead at four
o'clock.

'... no one escapes that sticky goo.' Catwoman had said, laughing.

'No one but Batgirl' Valerie said, quietly to herself, watching
Batgirl casually admire a particular fine pair of custom, stiletto
shoes.

Luckily for Valerie, it had taken Batgirl time to stash her cycle;
That had given her time to calm down and formulate a plan. Things
weren't so bad. Catwoman had helped install some Bat-traps in the
boutique, just in case. Now all she had to do was catch her. The
thought sort of excited her.

In fact, her pussy was wet, with the prospect of capturing her. A
fitting pay-back for her step father's misplaced adoration. She
couldn't help but slide her gloved hands down over the front of
her breasts, as she looked at Batgirl in her exquisitely sexual
costume.

The glue had obviously ruined her Batgirl Catsuit because now she
was dressed in an incredibly tight purple turtleneck teddy, that
fit every curve of her sumptuous body. It was cut very high on
her hips, showing off her incredible legs, which were encased in a
pair of sheer, jet-black pantyhose.

An area of patent material, just above her breasts, had been cut
out in the shape of a bat and replaced with sheer black material,
offering a excellent view of Batgirl's ample cleavage. She could
understand why so many male and female master criminals had been
taken off guard by her sexual charms. She could imagine them
looking at her sumptuous body, as a high heeled ankle boot smashed
into their face. Valerie would not give Batgirl the chance.

'Would you like me to help you into something?' Valerie asked,
innocently. 'I would love to put you into something tight... maybe
even a little... constricting.'

'Are you talking about apparel or bondage?' Batgirl said, with a
slight smile.

Valerie didn't answer right away. She felt herself get even wetter
at the thought of putting Batgirl in bondage, but she kept a cool
exterior, only smiling a bit wickedly and walking around Batgirl
to the wall.

'I would be happy to help you into either.' Valerie said, noticing
that Batgirl was examining a particularly exquisite, purple,
leather singleglove. She moved a step closer and smiled.

'Ooo, you like the singleglove. I'm sure you would look great in
it.' Valerie said her eyebrows narrowing slightly. 'It's so
supple, almost inviting. It's made from the very softest imported
Italian lambskin. But don't let the touch of the leather fool you.
It's extremely well constructed. We use a special adhesive and
then stitch it together by hand. I guarantee that once you're
strapped in, well.... it's quite inescapable.'

'Inescapable?' Batgirl said, playing along.

'Your arms go in the sleeve behind your back and then it get
zipped up, forcing your elbows together. The straps cross over
your chest and buckle in back, keeping it firmly in place... after
a few minutes it's wonderfully uncomfortable...'

'I'm sure it is.' Batgirl said, hanging up the singleglove and
casually walking on, hiding the twinge of excitement that she
felt. She had to come back here... Later.

Batgirl walked by the sales counter and paused picking up a
business card from dispenser. It was the same as the one she had
found at the trophy emporium.

Valerie walked behind the counter and faced Batgirl, noticing her
interest in the card.

'Have you seen anything that interests you?'

'Yes, this card. I found one just like it thing afternoon.
Catwoman dropped it.' Batgirl said, turning, to face Valerie,
spreading her legs slightly and putting her hands on her hips.

'Catwoman?' Valerie said, trying to sound suprised. 'She's one of
our best customers. In fact, she recently special ordered a very
unusual item. Her Sex Kittens and I just finished building it
downstairs....

...It's unbelievably EVIL, Batgirl. Would you like to have a look at
it?'

'I don't think so.' Batgirl said, backing up slightly.

'But Catwoman had us build it especially for YOU, Batgirl!...'
Valerie said breaking into a wide smile.

Batgirl knew she was in trouble, but it was too late. Before she
could react, Valerie reached under the counter and pushed a
button. A six foot square area of floor below Batgirl's feet,
separated into eight parts and hinged downward, sending her
through the hole in the floor, onto a steep slide below. The
slide fed into a small room, where she was unceremoniously
deposited, rear first.

For a brief second, Batgirl was disoriented, but she quickly
recovered. Jumping to her feet, she turned to the wall behind
her, just in time to see a panel slide closed over the opening she
had slid through.

'Goodnight, Batgirl.' a speaker at the top of the ceiling
broadcast. A second later a thick white gas began to feed into
the room at foot level. Batgirl was helpless as the thick gas
slowly rose, filling the room. As the gas overcame her, the room
began to fade, and she fell to the floor, unconscious.





Batgirl awoke to a throbbing in her head. She tried to put her
hand to her head to ease the pain and found that she couldn't move
her arms. See opened her eyes and looked about groggily. She was
lying on her stomach, in the middle of an opulent room, on a mass
of soft pillows.

Valerie, now dressed in a sheer, black nylon bodystocking, was
feeding the final strap of the purple leather singleglove Batgirl
had seen earlier, into the buckle behind Batgirl's shoulder blade.

'Wake up, wake up, Batgirl.' Valerie sang, in a fairy tale voice,
as she tightened the strap in place.

The room stopped spinning and Batgirl's senses quickly returned.

She tested the singleglove and indeed found it inescapable. The
soft purple leather, conformed tightly to her arms, pulling her
elbows together behind her back. Valerie had also tied her ankles
together with a strand of white rope. She was completely
helpless..

'Let me out of this thing!' She ordered, struggling against the
singleglove in frustration.

'I don't think so.' Valerie said, grabbing a red ball gag. 'I
caught you fair and square, so your mine to play with until
Catwoman arrives.'

'Listen Valerie-' But that was all she could get out before
Valerie worked the rubber ball behind her teeth and buckled it
tightly in place behind her head.

'MMpph! Mmpphhrpp!' Batgirl screamed into her gag, struggling in
earnest now against the singleglove and ropes that Valerie had so
expertly applied.

'That's right, Batgirl struggle. Struggle harder. You have no
idea how much I love to see you squirm. It's making me
unbelievably wet.' Valerie whispered. She lifted Batgirl to a
sitting position, and moved behind her, wrapping her arms around
Batgirl's waist, pulling her close against her body. Batgirl
tried to pull away, but she was helpless as Valerie's right hand
moved to her breast, while her other slid down the front of her
purple teddy and between her legs.

'Your teddy is so thin and tight Batgirl. It means you're going
to feel everything.' She said and she pinched Batgirl's breast.'

'Ummph!' Batgirl reacted, again fighting to get free. But the
singleglove was cunningly secure, and all her fervent struggles
were in vain. Valerie, enjoying the squirming form of Batgirl,
reached behind her and produced a large, red vibrator. She showed
it too Batgirl, turned it on and pushed it between Batgirl's legs.

Buzzzzzz

'Relax Batgirl.' Valerie cooed quietly in Batgirl ear, as she
watched her hips begin to gyrate under the pressure of the
vibrator. 'You should enjoy this short time we have together;
Because I guarantee you won't enjoy the device that we built for
you. I don't want to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak
but...'

Valerie shut off the vibrator, grabbed Batgirl by the back of her
hair, and turned her head toward her. Batgirl stopped moving her
hips, opened her eyes to see Valerie only inches away.

'...I get wet just thinking of you helplessly struggling in there,
Batgirl.' Valerie said, softly kissing her on the cheek, as she
turned the vibrator back on high, and plunged it between Batgirl's
legs.

Batgirl's feeling of helplessness intensified. She was well aware
of Catwoman's devious mind. She struggled against the singleglove
again in another vain hope at escape. It was no use. It held her
arms tightly behind her back. All she could do was wait and hope
that somehow she would get free. What did Catwoman have in store
for her?

*
WHAT HIDEOUS DEVICE HAS CATWOMAN HAD VALERIE AND THE SEX KITTENS
BUILD FOR BATGIRL DOWNSTAIRS...? I KNOW YOU'RE DYING TO KNOW....

Chapter 9

*

......Buzzzzzz

'Relax Batgirl.' Valerie cooed quietly in Batgirl ear, as she
watched her hips begin to gyrate under the pressure of the
vibrator. 'You should enjoy this short time we have together;
Because I guarantee you won't enjoy the device that we built for
you. I don't want to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak
but...'

Valerie shut off the vibrator, grabbed Batgirl by the back of her
hair, and turned her head toward her. Batgirl stopped moving her
hips, opened her eyes to see Valerie only inches away.

'...I get wet just thinking of you helplessly struggling in there,
Batgirl.' Valerie said, softly kissing her on the cheek, as she
turned the vibrator back on high, and plunged it between Batgirl's
legs.

Batgirl's feeling of helplessness intensified. She was well aware
of Catwoman's devious mind. She struggled against the singleglove
again in another vain hope at escape. It was no use. It held her
arms tightly behind her back. All she could do was wait and hope
that somehow she would get free. What did Catwoman have in store
for her?



Catwoman arrived with the rest of the Sex kittens to find Batgirl nicely
packaged in a purple singleglove and red ballgag. The sight of Batgirl,
now writhing in unfulfilled ecstasy at the cruel hands of Valerie
Ashlyn,
made her pussy wet with excitement.

'Batgirl!' Catwoman exclaimed.

Batgirl opened her eyes and looked up at the sleek figure of Catwoman,
standing in the doorway. She wa wearing black fishnet pantyhose under a
long sleeved, black, turtleneck teddy, that was every bit as shiny and
tight as her own. Her mask was removed, and her dark hair cascaded down
around her shoulders, framing her striking features.

'You are amazing Batgirl. I leave you alone, all nice and comfy in my
bondage adhesive and what do you do? You escape. I knew I should have
waited until it devoured you. Oh well, it doesn't matter; Now, it just
means we have more time play.'

Catwoman sauntered forward, the six inch heels of her black-patent ankle
boots, echoing on the floor as she walked. As Catwoman approached,
Valerie removed the vibrator from Batgirl's thrusting crotch and
smiled.

'I see you've met the lovely Miss Ashlyn.' Catwoman said, as she stopped
over the two women. 'She seems to have taken quite a liking towards
you,
Batgirl... and you seem to be enjoying it, despite yourself...'

'...Before you get too attached, I must warn you that she has the most
wonderful evil streak. An evil streak that she has turned primarily in
your direction. You might be interested to know that her father had a
real crush on you. It seems that he left you a lot of money. Money, she
feels should rightly be hers. And now that you've fallen into our
clutches again, it will be. You see, with you out of the way, that
money
reverts back to her. Of course a bit goes to me as well.

Catwoman got down on her knees next to Valerie and Batgirl, and slowly
slid her hand up Batgirl's stocking thigh.

'You've done very well, Valerie! I guess this makes you an OFFICIAL Sex
Kitten now.'

'Cool.' Valerie cooed, proudly.

'Batgirl looks quite excited. Have you let her come?'

'Absolutely not, Catwoman...' Valerie said, teasingly pushing the
vibrator
against Batgirl's pussy, and pulling it away again. 'I've driven her
into
a absolute frenzy!'

'Purrrfect. It would be a shame if Batgirl was to come too early. She
hasn't been put in the chamber yet. Untie her ankles and remove her
lovely boots. I want to test her sensitivity.'

Talon stepped in and helped Valerie carry out Catwoman's orders. They
untied Batgirl's ankles, unlaced her purple, five-inch, stiletto ankle
boots and pulled her wriggling, stocking feet free.

Catwoman, sat down on the pillows and took Batgirl's left ankle from
Valerie.

'You have such sexy feet, Batgirl.' She purred, as her mouth moved
downward. To Batgirl's suprise, Catwoman began to suck her stocking
covered toes, alternating between gentle bites and soft kisses. Her
tongue moved along the soft nylon encasing her foot, diving between her
toes and licking her tender arches. Strangely enough, this was the
first
time anyone had done this to Batgirl, and she found it incredibly
arousing.

Catwoman watched Batgirl's reaction and smiled. She could tell
immediately that Batgirl was enjoying it. Her feet were indeed very
sensitive. So much so, that Catwoman couldn't imagine what she would be
like after a few minutes in the chamber. Catwoman's pussy grew wet at
the
thought of it. She could already see Batgirl struggling.

Catwoman, momentarily had the urge to rip off Batgirl's clothes and
screw
her right there, but she didn't. She didn't want to burn her kinky,
little feast. She wanted Batgirl to simmer.

She took time with each of Batgirl feet, slowly kissing and caressing
each
sensitive area in turn, enjoying the reactions her expert touch
produced.
When she was satisfied that Batgirl was ready, Catwoman moved on up her
stocking legs.

Batgirl could tell Catwoman had done this before. She was driving her
crazy. Chills went up Batgirl's spine as Catwoman's soft, knowing
tongue
moved up the inside of Batgirl's knee, and then to the inside of her
thigh.

As the passion rose inside of her, Batgirl began to moan quietly into
her
gag. Catwoman looked at her face. Batgirl's eyes were tightly shut.
Her
breathing was getting heavier, and every once and a while, she would
remove her lips from the ballgag, revealing her white teeth upon its
shiny, red surface.

She strained at the singleglove, her struggles only heightening her
sense
of arousal.

And she was becoming very aroused. Her hips slowly gyrated under
Catwoman's command, and her stocking feet were pointing straight out,
straining for release. Batgirl could feel Catwoman's hot breath on the
upper most portion of her inner thighs, and then the lightest of
kisses on
the thin material covering her pussy. But the touch was fleeting.

Instead, Catwoman's mouth went up Batgirl's body, pausing to suck on the
thin material covering her firm nipples, playfully biting her, making
her
body swirm in delight.

Then Catwoman straddled the helpless figure of Batgirl. Batgirl could
feel
her strong thighs tightly squeeze her body as Catwoman concentrated on
her
neck and ears. Her moist tongue moved about with reckless abandon,
sending shivers down Batgirl's entire body.

Catwoman reached behind Batgirl's head, released the buckle, and pulled
the rubber ball from her mouth. Then she kissed her hard. A strong
violent kiss, to which Batgirl responded in turn. As their tongues
danced, Catwoman's hands moved to Batgirl's breasts, messaging and
caressing them through the thin material of her teddy.

Batgirl arched her back and pulled at her arms in the single glove.
Passion ripped through her body. She wanted Catwoman. She wanted her
now.

Catwoman, however, had other plans.

She stopped their incredible kiss and slowly removed her mouth, a single
string of saliva briefing joining the two women, before breaking onto
Batgirl's quivering, open mouth and chin.

'You have a very sensitive body, Batgirl.' Catwoman said, looking deep
into Batgirl's misty eyes. 'That's good. It will make your struggles
in
the chamber even more hideously delicious.'

Catwoman smiled, allowing only Batgirl a couple of seconds to ponder
what
she meant, before beginning again, her breasts rubbing against Batgirl
as
she slid slowly downward.

Catwoman slid all the way down and started on Batgirl's stocking feet
again. Before, the touch of Catwoman's dancing tongue on her stocking
feet, was arousing; Now it was dynamite. Batgirl was writhing in
pleasure as Catwoman's mouth surrounded her toes and feet.

Catwoman saw how turned on Batgirl was and decided to raise the stakes.
She moved slowly upward, sucking and caressing every part of Batgirl's
luscious legs, then dove into Batgirl's pussy.

'MMmmmmm' Batgirl moaned, loudly, thrusting her hips forward.

Catwoman removed her mouth and smiled.

Batgirl looked down her body at Catwoman's smiling face. She was
playing
with her and it was working. It was driving her crazy. Catwoman opened
her mouth and licked her lips seductively, then she moved down on
Batgirl
and continued her onslaught.

Batgirl could feel the passion beginning to build inside her body. Even
before, without direct clitoral stimulation, Catwoman's knowing caresses
had Batgirl clawing near orgasm. Now she was straining every muscle
just
so she could release the sexual energy that Catwoman had kindled. It
had
started as a small fire and built into a giant inferno deep within her.
Now, she was about to explode.

But she didn't; Just as she was about to come, Catwoman stopped.

'Please don't stop, please....' Batgirl whimpered, opening her eyes, her
hips still gyrating.

'Is my pretty little pet is enjoying herself?' Catwoman said smiling, as
her hand moved between Batgirl's legs, slowly caressing her pussy.

'Ohhh...uggghh...'

Catwoman unsnapped the thin, soaking wet crotch of Batgirl teddy, and
with
her razor sharp index claw, made an incision in the crotch of her
drenched
pantyhose.

'Ooo, Batgirl, you're so wet. Look how wet your pussy is.' Catwoman
purred, slowly stroking Batgirl's clitoris. 'How purrrfect.'

'Oh yes....ugggh....' Batgirl moaned, thrusting her hips against
Catwoman's hand. The passion building like flood waters behind a
unstable
dike. Catwoman continued to stroke her. Harder now. Faster. All the
while, she carefully watched for the signs of Batgirl's impending
orgasm.

Just as Batgirl was about to explode, she stopped her expert caresses,
and
stood up.

Batgirl opened her eyes.

'Oh Catwoman, please....' Batgirl pleaded, still moving her hips sexily,
but now in frustration more than passion. 'Oh god, don't stop...
Please!'

'Is my poor little Bat-nymph turned on?' Catwoman said, her eyes
narrowing. 'You don't know the meaning of being turned on... But you
will!...

....Kittens, prepare her!'

The Kitten's turned Batgirl over on her stomach and removed the
singleglove. Batgirl, felt the blood rush back into her arms but the
feeling was fleeting. The kittens removed the singleglove only to
replace
it with rope.

As the kittens held her arms behind her back, Valerie looped some white
rope around Batgirl's gloved wrists binding them tightly together.
Talon,
meanwhile, looped some more rope around her upper arms, just above her
elbows, pulling them together. Then she began to coil the rope around
them, lining up the rope in neat rows.

'Tighter. I want her lovely breasts to stick out as far as possible.'
Catwoman said, smiling.

'Aghhh...' Batgirl moaned.

'...Better. Now tie some rope around her breasts. I want them to be
extra sensitive..... Purrrfect... Bring her here.'

The kittens grabbed Batgirl, picked her up on her feet, and dragged her
struggling, to Catwoman who had a twelve foot length of rope in her
hands.

'Passion and Vixen, hold her still. Valerie, Talon, hold her legs
open.'

The kittens obliged while Catwoman doubled the length of rope and looped
it around Batgirl's waist a couple of times. She then fed the free ends
through the loop, then moved the waist rope until the resulting knot was
behind Batgirl's back.

'I love this part.' Catwoman whispered into her ear, before feeding the
ends between her bound wrists, through her spread legs and up and over
her
waist rope in front.

'What are you doing to me?' Batgirl said, squirming.

'Come now Batgirl, don't try to tell me you don't know what a crotch
rope
is.' Catwoman said, slowly pulling down on the rope.

'Noooo..' Batgirl pleaded, trying to stop the inevitable.

Catwoman didn't listen. Instead, she carefully guided the double rope
so
that it split Batgirl's labia and then pulled, drawing the rope deep
into
her pussy.'

'Augh!'

'Tighter, Catwoman!' Valerie said, excited.

'Aughh!'

'Tight enough?' Catwoman asked, giving the rope another yank.

'Ahhh...' Batgirl responded, trying to pull her knees together.

'I guess it is...' Catwoman purred, tying the rope off. 'I think she's
ready. Tie her ankles back up, she'll be easier to handle.'

The Kittens obliged, tying Batgirl's squirming, stocking feet together
with a piece of white rope.

'Comfy?' Catwoman asked coyly.

'Perfectly.' Batgirl responded, defiantly.

'Well, we'll see to that.... take her to the chamber!'



Valerie, Talon, Passion and Vixen, lifted Batgirl, and carried her
struggling, to a room next door. They paused at the door to allow
Batgirl
a good look at what was in store for her.

It was a huge room and sitting in the middle of it, surrounded by video
cameras, was a large cylindrical chamber made of glass. It was set
into a
solid, red metal base that was bolted to the floor.

It was about four feet in diameter and nine feet high. About eight feet
up on one side, a small circular opening had been cut in the glass.
Above
and to the right of the glass chamber, was a huge, red shroud, hanging
down from the tall ceiling. Something very large was hiding underneath
it, but Batgirl was given no time to guess what it was.

'Put her inside!'

Batgirl didn't know what the chamber was for, but she knew that if
Catwoman designed it, she didn't want to go in. She struggled against
the
girls, but it was no use. They had no trouble carrying her behind the
chamber, unlocking the glass door, and pushing her inside.

Once inside the chamber, her ankle ropes were removed. Then as the
Passion and Vixen held her body still, Talon helped Valerie attach two
thin purple velvet restraints around her slender ankles, locking them in
place with two small, bronze padlocks.

'Use the four foot chain. I want to give her plenty of room to
struggle.'
Catwoman said, as Valerie connected one restraint to a delicate, four
foot
metal chain. Then, she fed the chain through a large eyebolt that was
set
in the center of the chamber floor, and attached it to the other
restraint.

Batgirl lifted a stocking foot and yanked at the thin chain
experimentally.

'Those velvet covered restraints are made of solid titanium, Batgirl. As
is the chain. Quite beautiful, but more than enough to hold you, I
assure
you.' Catwoman said, slowly moving her hands down the outside of her
body.

With her bondage finished, the girls stood up, exited the chamber and
began to close the door.

'Wait. Just one more thing...' Catwoman said, walking behind the
chamber.
I don't think Batgirl needs this....'

Catwoman unlatched Batgirl's utility belt and pulled it off, setting it
outside the chamber.

'Much better. Now she looks purrrfect. Lock her in.'

Valerie closed and latched the glass door, sealing Batgirl inside.
Catwoman in the meantime, went to the left side of the chamber and set
some switches. When she was satisfied that everything was satisfactory,
she walked around to face Batgirl, who was struggling in vain to release
herself from her bondage.

'You're probably wondering what this all is, Batgirl.' Catwoman said,
gloating.

'I'm sure you're dying to tell me.' Batgirl grunted, as she pulled
experimentally on the ropes around her wrists, finding them quite
secure.

'Oh I am Batgirl... but this time I think I will let you find out for
yourself!'

Catwoman reach around the side of the chamber, and flicked a switch.
The
huge, red shroud above Batgirl's left shoulder, silently raised,
revealing
a massive object, suspended from the ceiling by wires.

'This is great!' Valerie squealed, like a schoolgirl.

It was a huge glass funnel, filled to the brim with some type of,
shimmering, bright red material. Hanging down at a thirty degree angle
from under the funnels spout, was a long, shiny, metal trough.

For a brief second, time seemed to stand still. Then, suddenly and
silently, the whole object turned and swung forward, positioning the end
of the metal trough inside the opening above Batgirl's left shoulder.

Batgirl, now struggling feverishly, looked up at the trough, and then
back
to Catwoman, who was rubbing her breasts in anticipation.

Batgirl heard a strange, metallic click and Catwoman started to laugh
diabolically. Batgirl turned her head and looked up. A split-second
later, sparkling, powder-fine, red sand began to pour from the funnel's
spout, onto the gleaming metal trough. Batgirl stood mortified as the
sand began to slide effortlessly down the metal trough, towards the
opening in the glass chamber where she was imprisoned.

'Oh my god, no!' Batgirl cried, trying desperately to free herself from
the cunningly secure ropes and the purple-velvet restraints around her
shapely ankles.

Unfortunately, her struggles only succeeded in tightening the cords
around
her wrists, which in turn, tightened the crotchrope, drawing it even
deeper into her pussy.

Batgirl, completely powerless to stop the flow of the sand, backed up as
far as she could, and watched helplessly, as it slid softly off the edge
of the trough, spilling onto the metal floor in front of her. Batgirl
watched horrified as the soft sand continued to spill, accumulating in a
mound on the floor.

Then something very strange happened: Batgirl watched in paralyzed
fascination, as the dry sand seemed to suddenly liquefy, oozing across
the
bottom of the chamber like a hideous, shimmering red quicksand.

Batgirl flinched at it touched her feet and within seconds, it covered a
thin layer over the entire floor of the chamber. As she pulled at her
wrist ropes, the shimmering red sand slowly rose, creeping up the
outside
of her dark nylon clad feet.

As the sand oozed between and then over her stocking toes, it sent
sickly
chills up Batgirl's spine. It felt indescribably hideous. So much so
that Batgirl immediately got up on her tiptoes, trying to avoid it's
strange caress.

'That's right, Batgirl. Up on you tiptoes!' Catwoman laughed, wildly.

Batgirl looked up at Catwoman, quizzically, and then back down at the
shimmering red sand. It was slowly rising up her raised stocking feet.
It looked dry but it moved and felt like some sort of grotesque, oozing,
wet quicksand. It seemed to lick at her feet, caressing the soft nylon
encasing them. Batgirl had never felt anything like it before.

'It's working!' Valerie squealed, overjoyed.

Batgirl shot a glance at Catwoman, then immediately back to the sand, as
it continued to creep up her sensitive, raised undersoles. As the sand
swelled around her feet, the strange sensations continued, getting even
more intense as it crested her raised heel, surrounding her shapely
ankles.

'Oh god, what's happening to my feet?!' Batgirl exclaimed, slowly
pulling
her right foot completely out of the thick, oozing sand with a slurp.
She
looked down at her foot in amazement. It was completely dry. The soft,
sheer, black nylon around her foot didn't glisten like it had when she
pulled it from Nora Clavicles's synthetic quicksand.

Yet her foot under the surface still felt wet. -Very wet. And strange.
-Hideously, hideously strange.

Panic set in. She had to get her feet out, now! She gingerly pushed
down
on the sparkling surface of the rising sand with her right foot and
slowly
pulled her left from the sand. For a second her right foot held above
the
surface, but just as her left foot was about to emerge from the sand's
sickening caress, her right foot began to slowly slide back in.

She immediately shifted her weight and tried to lift it out again, but
it
was too late. To her dismay, she couldn't find a solid surface to push
on. The sand gave way slightly under each foot as she pushed down, and
she couldn't find the leverage to pull either foot free of its sickly
caress. Instead, each successive struggle slowly pushed her deeper and
deeper, the oozing sand continuing to send chills up her stocking legs
as
she slowly sank back down to the bottom.

As soon as she reached bottom, she tried again, with exactly the same
result. Just as she thought that she might be free of the sands captive
embrace, her free foot would ooze back into the dry surface, and she
would
sink slowly back down. It was like she was stuck in a slow rising
quicksand, whose very touch was driving her crazy.

She struggled madly to get free of it, but was a useless, vicious
circle:
The more she struggled to free herself, the worse the sensations became,
which bred more panic, causing her to struggle even harder.

Catwoman was enjoying the show immensely, and began to laugh, slowly
caressing her breasts in obvious delight. 'That's right Batgirl,
struggle
harder!'

'uggh...oh god, what is this stuff?!... It looks like dry sand, but it
feels so.... uggh...uggggghhhh! Oh god, it's so strange!' Batgirl cried,
her feet still squishing in and out of the slowly rising sand.

'It's Shiver-sand, Batgirl! A sensationally fiendish, new invention of
mine!' Catwoman said, looking over at the other four women who were
fondling each other and smiling broadly.

'Uggh.... uggh!... What's it doing to me?!' Batgirl exclaimed, as the
sand
crested her knees and began creeping up her sensuous thighs, licking at
the sensitive backs of her stocking knees like a thousand, tiny lips.

Catwoman moved slightly closer to the glass, and slid her hands down the
outside of her shiny black teddy and between her slightly spread legs.

'It's arousing you to death, Batgirl!' Catwoman gushed. 'It will slowly
move up your body, stimulating each of your body parts in turn, until it
suffocates your writhing body under its shimmering red mass.

'Oh god... Uggh... Please.. NO!' Batgirl said, pulling fiercely at her
bonds in vain, watching the rising sand move up the outside of her upper
thighs.

The five women outside the chamber were all overjoyed. Valerie, with
her
eyes still firmly fixed on the struggling, bound form of Batgirl, turned
her head and gave Talon, a long, wet kiss. Talon responded, her hand
sliding between Valerie's legs, gently messaging her wet pussy through
her
soft, nylon bodystocking. Valerie moaned quietly and then pulled away,
excited.

'Look Catwoman, its almost up to her pussy!' Valerie said gleefully.

Batgirl looked down in horror at the creeping sand, as it inched nearer
and nearer her exposed crotch. She struggled wildly to keep her pussy
away from the rising sand, but her thrusting legs just oozed in and
out of
the sparkling red sand. There was nothing she could do.

'AAAAUUGGggggghhh!' Batgirl screamed. as the sand rose and enveloped her
crotch sending shock waves of pleasure and revulsion throughout her
entire
body. It was so intense that she lost her balance momentarily, causing
her body to dip even lower in the sand.

'She's fantastic!' Passion gushed, completely wet at the sight of
Batgirl
writhing in bondage, the sand oozing over her hips and moving up her
slim
waist.

'Yes it's, amazing. It's like the sand is making love to her.' Valerie
added, watching Batgirl's struggles become even more intense as the sand
inched up her abdomen and licked at the bottom of her breasts.

'It is!' Catwoman gushed.

'UugghhhOHHHH!

The sand oozed over Batgirl's breasts and she screamed in horrified
delight. Her body was responding to the sands sickening caress. As
disgusting as the sand felt, it was awakening a intense, primeval sexual
response, that she couldn't even begin to fathom, let alone possibly
hope
to contain.

Soon she was thrusting her hips up and down like the sand was a huge
cock
ramming deep into her pussy. It was incredible and horrible all at the
same time.

'Yes Batgirl! Do it!'

In took only a short time immersed in the dry, shimmering shiver- sand,
for Batgirl to lose whatever self control she had left. She began to
struggle even harder in the oozing red mass, heightening the sensations
even more. She couldn't stop moving. The more she struggled, the more
intense the feelings became, until she thought she was going to
explode.

She could feel the bright-red sand oozing around her stocking feet and
legs, licking at her pussy, caressing the underside of her breasts,
rubbing across her sensitive, erect nipples.

One second it was inhuman, grotesque torture, the next: pure, raw sexual
bliss. The revulsion and pleasure mixed, until they were like the
oozing
sand surrounding her: One indescribable flowing mass of primal lust.

'Look Catwoman! She going to come!' Valerie squealed, watching Batgirl
body pump against her bonds and the mounting Shiver-sand.

It was true. The raging firestorm growing within Batgirl, was
overwhelming. The emotion was so intense that Batgirl truly feared
releasing it. It didn't matter. She had no control over it. She
couldn't hold it back.

'Auuggggggggggghhhh!'

The first orgasm hit like a massive tidal wave washing over her, and she
literally shook as Valerie, Catwoman, and the kittens, squealed with
joy.
The second, like a freight train, ramming into her helpless body,
pummeling her into submission. The third and fourth were like nothing
that she could describe.

After that she lost track. She could only concentrate on the intense,
sexual energy that pulsated through out her bound writhing body. The
sands unending caress. Her oozing struggles. The complete
helplessness...

She pulled at her bonds, as she continued to come, pulling the
crotchrope
tightly against her clit, straining and struggling in the mounting
ooze....

Coming again, and again and again and again and again and....

It was too much for her. Finally, in the midst of her twenty- fourth
massive orgasm, Batgirl lost consciousness.

*
OH HOLY TERROR... BATGIRL BURIED UPTO HER SHOULDERS IN MOUNTING
SHIVER-SAND? WILL SHE AWAKE BEFORE SHE DIES...? AND IF SHE DOES, WILL
SHE HAVE ANOTHER MASSIVE ORGASM BEFORE THE SAND ENVELOPES HER...? HAS
THE
WORLD GONE CRAZY...? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY HAPPEN NEXT?!

CHAPTER 10

*TAP* *TAP* *TAP*

Batgirl stirred.

'Wake up, Wake up.' Catwoman purred quietly, rapping on
the outside of the glass chamber with her razor sharp claws.

Batgirl opened her eyes to find herself still trapped in the
chamber of shimmering, red sand. Everything came back to her in a
rush of emotion. Her capture by Valerie Ashlyn and subsequent
imprisonment in Catwoman's latest fiendish invention.

Her gaze shot up to the massive glass funnel above her left
shoulder. Though it was still half full of the hideous material,
the shutter of the funnel was closed and it was no longer
dispensing sand into the chamber. She looked down at the sand
around her. While she slept, the oozing, yet strangely dry sand
in the chamber, had solidified around her, leaving her up to her
arm pits in what now felt like heavy, solid sand.

'Did my little Bat-nymph enjoy her little catnap?'

'Let me out of here, Catwoman!' Batgirl responded, realizing even
as she said it, that Catwoman had no such intention.

'I think not, Batgirl, this play is only half over. Your
purrrterbation at the hands of my Shiver-sand in act one was truly
inspired. So much so that I am wet with anticipation of your
purrrformance in act two!'

Batgirl looked down at Catwoman a couple of feet below her and
began to struggle in her bondage. As soon as she started to move,
she realized her mistake; The sand which had solidified around
her as she lay unconscious, began instantly to liquefy. She
stopped moving but it was too late. Within a few seconds the
entire chamber was a mass of oozing sand. The sensations, absent
when the sand was solid, began immediately reappearing, sending
chills throughout her bound, helpless body. She shuddered as she
felt its touch all around her. She moved her feet and realized
that she was no longer standing on the ground. The Shiver-sand
was supporting her. She was floating in it.

Batgirl pulled at her legs and the movement pulled her deeper into
the thick oozing sand. She quickly realized that there was no
slack left in the thin chain connecting her ankle restraints to
the chamber floor. It didn't matter how buoyant she was in the
weird sand mixture, she wasn't going to rise any further, even if
more sand was released into the chamber. Looking at Catwoman's
smiling face, Batgirl knew immediately she had planned it that
way.

Batgirl struggled in frustration. As she moved the incredibly
hideous sensations began again. She froze.

'That's right, Batgirl. Your movement will cause the sand to
start circulating around your luscious body again. I recommend
that you stay as motionless as possible.'

'You bit-! -auughhh!' Batgirl screamed, the exertion causing her
to move slightly, setting off the sand's sensations. 'This is
torture!'

'Just wait.' Catwoman said, reaching around the side of the
chamber, her hand pausing on the switch.

'Oh no! Not the sand again!' Batgirl pleaded. Her movements
already causing the sand to shift. 'Haven't you had enough fun
with me yet?!'

'The fun's just beginning, Batgirl!' Catwoman said, her eyes
narrowing, as she dramatically flipped the switch.

*CLICK*

Batgirl's attention shot up to the glass funnel, where she watched
horrified as a small amount of the strange red sand was released.
It slid slowly yet effortlessly down the chute and into the
chamber. As it hit the surface of the sand, it flowed sickly
across the surface, adding another fraction of an inch to the
total that had already accumulated.

The flow of sand into the chamber set off a small shock wave that
reverberated within the sand. Batgirl trying to stay completely
motionless, could feel the sand move around her, sending chills
across her entire body. Yet she knew that she couldn't give into
her emotions and begin to struggle. She had to concentrate on
keeping her body completely still... immobile... motionless...

It was difficult, but Batgirl found that she COULD keep still, and
as she did so, the sands sickly caresses, slowly died down.

Catwoman was impressed.

'Very good, Batgirl, you're learning.' Catwoman said. 'Let's see
how you deal with this!'

Batgirl watched Catwoman reach around the chamber and flick
another switch.

The chamber began to ring like a fine crystal wine glass. As it
rang the sand within the chamber began to vibrate in sympathy,
sending altogether new sensations through Batgirl's body. They
were more focused... and MUCH more powerful.

'What-t are you doing-ing-ing t-to m-me!?' Batgirl screamed
stuttering, feeling waves of pain and pleasure rip through her
helpless body.

'There is a built in oscillator under the chamber, Batgirl. As it
vibrates it will cause the glass chamber to resonate, sending
shock waves into the sand....'

'Auggg...'

'...Every few minutes, a little more sand will be released, and
with each release of sand, the oscillator will grow in intensity.'
Catwoman smiled and licked her lips seductively. '....Soon the
glass walls will literally be shaking, sending you and the rising
sand into fits of frenzy!'

'Oh-oh-oh G-God N-n-n-o!' Batgirl stuttered.

'Yes, Batgirl! but don't worry, you only have about fifteen or
twenty minutes of hell to endure before the sand suffocates you!'

'Oh-oh-oh-oh..G-g-g-g-god!'

*Click*

Another small amount of sand slid down the trough and into the
chamber. The oscillation got louder, and the sensations slightly
more pronounced.

'CA-CAT-WO-WOMANN..uggh..N-N-NO!' Batgirl screamed, her whole body
beginning to move in the sand against her will, only increasing
the effect that it was already having on her.

'That's right, Batgirl, rock and roll! It makes the sensations so
much more.... intense!' Catwoman purred, watching Batgirl's body
begin to move with in the red mass. 'Well ladies? We should be
off.'

'Oh can't we stay and watch?' Valerie pleaded.

'No, we have to change and Batgirl has already made us fashionably
late as it is. But don't worry, I've got the whole thing
videotaped. We can come back and watch it together after the
dinner. Maybe, if you're extra nice, I'll tie you up first... in
one of my SPECIAL ties.'

'Oooo' Valerie purred, rubbing her breasts in glee.

'Batgirl, we would love to stay and watch your incredible, parting
purrrformance live, but I'm afraid we can't. We have an
appointment at the Apparel Obsessia awards dinner!' Catwoman said,
smiling as she turned to leave.

'Feel..... Everything!'

*CLICK*

'CA-CA-CATWO-WO-WOMEN!...' Batgirl, screamed as another small
amount of sand slid into the chamber and the resonance became more
prominent.

Catwoman's echoing laugher slowly faded as she left, leaving
Batgirl alone in the Shiver-sand chamber.



*CLICK*

Batgirl looked up from the quivering surface of sand to see
another quarter inch being released from the funnels spout. Even
before it hit the surface, the vibration of the glass chamber
increased, sending even more violent shock waves through the
diabolical Shiver-sand.

Batgirl struggled against the mounting ooze, but it was useless.
She was suspended up to her shoulders in its shimmering, red mass,
her arms tied tightly behind her; Her feet tethered to the floor
with titanium bonds.

-And the sand continued to arouse her. Now, even more violently
than before. But that was the least of her worries. The sand was
rising and the chain connecting her ankle restraints to the floor,
wouldn't allow her body to rise with it. Slowly and surely, it
was creeping upward, slowly enveloping her in a mass of sexual
ooze.

'Agghhh!...' Batgirl moaned, as the sand flowed around her
already sensitive breasts, playing with her erect nipples like a
thousand tiny fingers. The passion was already starting to rise
within her and she felt powerless to stop it. She pulled on her
feet, but that only pulled her deeper into the ooze.

She could see the walls of the chamber actually vibrating now, the
surface of the sand, a sea of tiny ripples. She pulled again at
her bonds but it was all useless effort. The sex kittens had tied
her too well. She was completely helpless.

* * *

MEANWHILE, NOT FAR FROM BATGIRL'S FUTILE STRUGGLES:

Valerie, Catwoman and her kitten stepped from the gleaming, black
limo, and made their way inside the Gotham Pavillion. On
any normal night, the arrival of one, let alone five such sexily
dressed women would have caused an immense stir. But this was no
ordinary night. This was the Apparel Obsessia Awards Dinner and
most everyone in attendance was dressed to impress.

Catwoman had been more than a little worried about being
recognized, but she could probably have gotten away with wearing
her entire costume; Catwoman and Batgirl's affect on the
fetishwear community over the past year had been so great that
many women had paid their own special tribute to the opposing pair
by donning full costumes. Catwoman smiled as she walked by a
particularly beautiful woman in a purple latex Batgirl costume.

...Batgirl would be up to her neck in Shiver-sand by now, her ever
increasing struggles bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
She wondered if she would come, or if the sand would take her
first. She couldn't wait to find out. The thought of Batgirl
struggling in the ever so slowly rising Shiver-sand made her wet
with anticipation for the party that would surely follow back at
Valerie's boutique. That video tape was sure to become a
collector's item.

* * *


*CLICK*

'Auggggg-augg-augg!' Batgirl screamed as the oscillator increased
even further. The sand ooze across the chamber like a sick
quicksand tide, surrounding her neck, licking at the bottom of her
chin.

'O-Oh..G-g-God! I-I've g-got t-t-to do s-something!' Batgirl
cried, as she tilted her head back, lifting her chin from the
sands sickly caress. Her mind drifted to her body again. The sand
was flowing around every portion of it, exciting every erogenous
zone with its hideous caress. She could feel it circle behind her
stocking knees and below her feet. Not to mention what it was
doing to her breasts and other even more sensitive areas. The
passion was overwhelming and her body was literally shaking with
tension.

*CLICK*

"A--Augghhh!'

The ring of the chamber became a chorus of passion as the sands
caress intensified massively. It was so overwhelming, that
Batgirl lost herself momentarily. She could feel the orgasm
rising within her. She yearned for its intense release. But it
would be sure death. Batgirl, by sure source of will, came back
to reality.

The sand crested her chin after another release of sand, was licking
at her lower lip. In another couple of minutes it would be over
her mouth. She had the incredible urge to give into the sands
caress, to let herself come again like no other time on earth...

-NO! It would be her last orgasm on earth. She had to resist...
and think....

Think...

*CLICK*

Think...

Her utility belt was far out of her reach on the other side of the
glass. Useless.

'Augggh!' Batgirl screamed, as another wave of passion swept over
her. She was bound ever so cleverly. The ropes holding her were
firm and tight. She could not get free of them. She was dead.
There was noth-

But wait!

Batgirl had a last gasp idea. She concentrated all her will and
listened carefully to the vibration of the glass chamber. Then
she used her vocal training and began to sing a solitary note, two
octaves above the oscillation.

*CLICK*

Sand slid from the funnels spout and slowly made it's way down the
trough. Batgirl continued to sing, As the sand hit the surface,
the oscillation intensified...

and the walls of the chamber exploded.

Batgirl's plan had worked. The chamber shattered, sending Batgirl
downward and outward, very nearly impaling her on a sharp glass
fragment, still lodged in the ground.

The Shiver-sand receded, oozing across the floor like a shimmering
red lava. Batgirl shuddered as she realized she was free of from
the rising sand. But she wasn't free. She was still tightly
tied. With effort, she sat up. Luckily, there were plenty of
glass fragments stilled lodged in the base of the chamber, and in
no time, the ropes lay in tatters on the ground.

She crawled over and pulled her utility belt from the still
receding scarlet ooze and removed her Batgirl lock pick. In
seconds the velvet shackles were gone. It was over and she was
alive.

-And She was angry.

In the last few days, she had been nearly smothered in shrink- wrap;
tied
onto an arouser see-saw and nearly electrocuted; trapped in a
constrictor
candy machine; stuck and then nearly drown in bondage adhesive; and then
trapped in the Shiver-sand; And all because Miss Ashlyn felt she needed
more than one fortune to live on. Batgirl wanted revenge.

Batgirl stood up and felt the sand inside her costume rub against
her. She needed a shower, but it would have to wait. She cleaned
as much of the fine sand as she could from her body, and resnapped
the crotch of her teddy. She then retrieved the tapes from the
video recorders and fled. There was a party at Apparel Obsessia
tonight and she wasn't going to miss it- Not for the world...


AT THE APPAREL OBSESSIA AWARDS DINNER, CHERI LA GAMS, THE REIGNING
APPAREL OBSESSIA GIRL, WAS PERFORMING THE FINAL DUTIES OF HER
REIGN...


'...and to give out ze award... Ladies and Gentleman, our
President and C-EEE-O, Miss Valerie Ashlyn!'

The crowd stood and applauded as Valerie walked on stage. She was
wearing a long, brilliant, neon blue dress made of latex. She
smiled and made her way to the podium. Her plans had worked.
Everything had gone the way she wished.

'Thank you very much. I am so pleased to be here tonight on such
a splendid and festive occasion. I just wish that Daddy were here
to see it...'



Batgirl rode up silently and without fanfare. She approached from
the back and stealthily climbed in a rear window.



'...It was our intention to give this award to Batgirl this
evening, but I understand that she has disappeared. Due to these
regrettable events, the award goes to the other most sexy woman in
Gotham... The feline fiend herself... Catwoman!!'

The crowd began to applaud, but there was also a murmur of
discontent. No one expected this. Catwoman had just killed
someone on TV. How could this be?

'...Due to her current shifting legal situation,' Valerie
continued undaunted, 'Catwoman is not able to be here tonight to
accept in person, but Miss Selina Kyle will be accepting the award
on her behalf.'

A beautiful woman walked down the aisle and slowly walked on
stage. She was tall and statuesque with an incredible body. Her
walk was almost hypnotic. She turned and walked upstairs to
the stage, then with a flick of her head, revealed her strikingly
beautiful face from the long black hair which flowed across her
shoulders like fine silk.

'Thank you Gotham. Catwoman will be-

'UNDER ARREST!'

Catwoman turned around and looked up. Along the catwalk above
her, Batgirl was looking down at her. Catwoman was dumbfounded.
Batgirl grabbed a rope and elegantly slid down, then taking up a
position twenty feet from Catwoman, spread her legs and put her
hands on her hips.

'SSSSSSS! Batgirl! How di-' Catwoman recoiled clutching the
trophy against her like selfish child.

'How the worm TURNS Catwoman.' Batgirl continued, cutting her off.
'Even your most evil plans fail miserably.'

'I told you we should have waited!' Valerie chimed in, in obvious
distress. She could already see her fetishwear empire and all of
her fixed assets crumbling before her eyes.

'Yes, you probably should have.' Batgirl said, 'But now it's too
late. They're going to love you in prison, Valerie. Though with
Catwoman as a cellmate, you may find yourself-'

-'You have this situation all wrong, Batgirl' Catwoman
interrupted. 'I'm not going to prison...'

The crowd was transfixed on the stage. It was like a live action
television show. Why was Batgirl talking that way to Valerie
Ashlyn? They could only guess what had just happened. They had
no idea what would happen next.

An explosion happened next. Catwoman pulled out something small
and green, about the size of a golf ball, and threw it down on the
stage. It exploded in a mass of green and yellow smoke.

Immediately, there was mass pandemonium. The fire alarms erupted,
engaging the automatic sprinkler system which began to bath the
leather and latex clad audience with water. People, more fearful
of ruining there clothes than anything else, began screaming and
running for the exits. Batgirl thought she might have seen
Valerie and Catwoman jump from the stage and disappear into the
mass of people, but she wasn't sure. The smoke was too thick.
She ran forward and began after them. At the edge of the stage
she stopped.

Just behind her, Cheri La Gams was convulsing on the floor.
Catwoman had unleashed some sort of poison into her as a parting
shot. Batgirl bent down and pulled a Batgirl anecdote pill from
her utility belt and shoved into Cheri's mouth. After a few
seconds, her uncontrolled movements ceased and she slowly came
round. Batgirl, picked her up and carried her out of the theater.
Out in the streets there was bedlam. Police cars were arriving,
television crews were scouring for the story and Catwoman, Valerie
and the sex kittens were no where to be found. Catwoman had
escaped.



'IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!' Valerie screamed, as the limo carrying the
five women sped down the street towards Catwoman's lair. 'If you
had waited like I said, we could have made sure she was dead!'

'Listen Miss Purrrfect, You obviously didn't tie her properly. No
one could have escaped that chamber of death.' Catwoman retorted,
annoyed.

'That's the second time you've said that in as many days. I'm
beginning to doubt your abil-.'

'It's not over until the purple princess screams.' Catwoman
interrupted. 'We can still take care of Batgirl. I left a little
calling card for her on our way out. I'm sure that she will find
it. She always does. And when she does....' Catwoman uncrossed
her legs and spread them slightly, slowly slid her hands up the
inside of her stocking thighs.

'..You should see the toys I have designed for her at home...'

Valerie sat back in the limo and looked at Catwoman. Her
cockiness was catching. A second later Valerie was smiling.
Maybe things weren't so bad after all.

* * *

Batgirl handed Miss La Gams off with the authorities and began to
search the area for possible clues. It wasn't long before a small
piece of paper caught her eye. It was brown and dirty but
something about it didn't seem righ-

'The Meow Way Paper Mill...' Batgirl said aloud, rubbing her
index finger on her moist bottom lip. I think that Catwoman is
in for a little suprise.'

Without a moments hesitation, Batgirl strode to her Batgirl Cycle
and slid her thigh over the purple leather seat. A slight dew had
set and Batgirl could feel the water soak into her nylons as she
sat down. She moved in her seat slightly, and remembered the
clammy touch of the Shiver-sand on her body. She kick started the
cycle and felt the rumblings beneath her. It made her shake and
tingle all over. The Shiver-sand episode would stay with her a
long time. Catwoman and Valerie would pay that... in spades.


* * *

Valerie stuck her toe in the red stocking and slowly pulled it
over her foot and up her smooth, tan leg. Catwoman looked at her
admiringly as she attached the garters to the tops of her
stockings, and slid her feet into the red patent ankle boots.
Catwoman was impressed. Unlike most women, Valerie Ashlyn could
wear any color. They all looked good on her. Catwoman laughed.
...With her incredible body, a potato sack would look good, let
alone the tight, red Patent teddy she was sporting tonight.

Catwoman snapped the crotch of her outfit and looked in the mirror.
The butter soft, tight leather teddy she was wearing made her
look even better than Valerie.

'You've still got it.' Catwoman thought to herself. 'Young girls
come and go, but you'll still be the one and only Catwoman...'

*

...'After tonight, I am going to have to leave town.' Catwoman
said matter-a-factly, turning to face Valerie, who was smoothing
her stockings with her hands. 'Gotham is getting too hot. After
we finish with Batgirl, I am going to have to ask for a
considerable down payment on the money you owe me.'

Valerie looked up at Catwoman quizzically, a look Catwoman had
seen before. A look Catwoman didn't like at the best of times,
and especially not when money was involved.

'Our arrangement was for you to take care of Batgirl BEFORE the
dinner.' Valerie replied. 'By the terms of the will, Batgirl has
already collected the money, regardless of whether she dies later
tonight or not.'

'Not so. Our arrangement was for me to take care of Batgirl and
upon doing so, for you to pay me a hundred million dollars.'
Catwoman said standing up.

'Listen Catwoman, I think we can come to some arrangement, but a
hundred million? That's ridiculous under the present
circumstances. I am not even sure if Batgirl has informed the
police about me yet. If she has, my cash assets will be frozen,
and I wouldn't be able to pay you, even if I thought you deserved
it..... which I don't...'

'I don't care about your petty financial problems... We had a
deal, and your going to pay for my devious drudgery, one way... or
another.' Catwoman said, walking nonchalantly to the wall.

'Well you're in for a rude awakening.' Valerie said, standing and
turning on her heel.

....'No, I think it is you who is in for an awakening...' Catwoman
said, pulling a lever on the wall next to her.

The floor under Valerie opened abruptly and hinged downward,
sending her sprawling through the trap door into the room below.
As she hit the ground, the trap door above her slammed shut,
leaving her in total darkness.

Valerie got to her feet and felt around in the inky blackness.
She found a wall and quickly found three others.

'Catwoman!...'

Silence.

'Catwoman!... Please...!' Valerie screamed, realizing she had
played too close to the furnace and was about to get burned.

A light came on above her head. Valerie looked around wildly.
She was in a tiny room, not more that four feet square, with no
windows or doors. Her mind was racing.

'...Catwoman!... We can make a deal!'

'I'm sure we can, Miss Ashlyn...' A speaker set in the ceiling
whispered. 'I'm sure we can...'

With those words, Thick white smoke began to pour into the room
from a vent in the wall. It was so heavy that it cascaded
immediately downward, hanging at the bottom of the room almost
like a liquid. Valerie watched in horror as it slid along the
floor and enveloped her feet. It was incredibly cold, and sent
chills up her spine as it slowly rose around her legs.

She spun around madly, trying to think of a way out, but there was
none. Only four white walls and a ceiling. She wondered if
it was poison or just knock out gas. She feared the worst, her
anxiety climbing steadily as the gas rose past her upper thighs.

The super thick gas was around her waist and she could do nothing
but look around madly. She began to panic, feeling the walls
frantically for any hope of an exit, but finding none.

'Catwoman we can make a deal. I was only half telling the truth!
I have plenty of money hidden away...!.... Catwoman!...'

The gaseous material rose over her breasts and she felt it's cold
touch on her nipples. Within seconds it rose over her shoulders.
She stood on her tiptoes, arching her neck back away from the rising
tide.

'Catwoman!!..'

She took a number of quick breaths, and then as the gas rose over
her chin, she closed her eyes and inhaled as deeply as she could
just before the gas enveloped her.

It was all around her now. Cold and wet like a super thick fog.
She dared not breathe, she dared not move. Time ticked by. The
loneliness was absolute, and slowly she felt the need to breathe
creeping up on her. At first it was bearable, but after a short
time, it became oppressive and she felt her head getting light.

Still, she continued to hold her breath, as the pain and pressure
increased. Of course, in the end, it was a losing battle; Her
body, succumbing to the rising levels of carbon dioxide within her,
forced her to take a breath. As soon as she did, she felt her
head go numb, and within seconds, she collapsed on the ground.

IS THIS THE END OF VALERIE ASHLYN? AND WHAT OF BATGIRL, IS SHE DOOMED
TO WALK INTO ANOTHER FIENDISH CATWOMAN TRAP?

Chapter 11

*
... HAVING NARROWLY ESCAPED ARREST AT THE FETISH AWARDS DINNER,
CATWOMAN, VALERIE AND THE SEX KITTENS FLEE BATGIRL'S GRASP TO
CATWOMAN'S SECRET LAIR AT THE LONG ABANDONED, GOTHAM PAPER MILL.

THOUGH BATGIRL LOSES THEM IN THE CROWD, SHE LUCKILY FINDS A SCRAP
OF PAPER THAT SHE BELIEVES WILL LEAD HER TO CATWOMAN'S HIDEOUT.
SHE SPEEDS HOME TO FRESHEN UP BEFORE FACING HER.

ARRIVING AT THE PAPER MILL, OUR EVIL COHORTS PREPARE FOR BATGIRL'S
ARRIVAL. THE KITTENS GO DOWNSTAIRS TO CHANGE WHILE CATWOMAN AND
VALERIE REMAIN IN THE MAIN LAIR UPSTAIRS.

*

...'After tonight, I am going to have to leave town.' Catwoman
said matter-a-factly, turning to face Valerie, who was smoothing
her stockings with her hands. 'Gotham is getting too hot. After
we finish with Batgirl, I am going to have to ask for a
considerable down payment on the money you owe me.'

Valerie looked up at Catwoman quizzically, a look Catwoman had
seen before. A look Catwoman didn't like at the best of times,
and especially not when money was involved.

'Our arrangement was for you to take care of Batgirl BEFORE the
dinner.' Valerie replied. 'By the terms of the will, Batgirl has
already collected the money, regardless of whether she dies later
tonight or not.'

'Not so. Our arrangement was for me to take care of Batgirl and
upon doing so, for you to pay me a hundred million dollars.'
Catwoman said standing up.

'Listen Catwoman, I think we can come to some arrangement, but a
hundred million? That's ridiculous under the present
circumstances. I am not even sure if Batgirl has informed the
police about me yet. If she has, my cash assets will be frozen,
and I wouldn't be able to pay you, even if I thought you deserved
it..... which I don't...'

'I don't care about your petty financial problems... We had a
deal, and your going to pay for my devious drudgery, one way... or
another.' Catwoman said, walking nonchalantly to the wall.

'Well you're in for a rude awakening.' Valerie said, standing and
turning on her heel.

....'No, I think it is you who is in for an awakening...' Catwoman
said, pulling a lever on the wall next to her.

The floor under Valerie opened abruptly and hinged downward,
sending her sprawling through the trap door into the room below.
As she hit the ground, the trap door above her slammed shut,
leaving her in total darkness.

Valerie got to her feet and felt around in the inky blackness.
She found a wall and quickly found three others.

'Catwoman!...'

Silence.

'Catwoman!... Please...!' Valerie screamed, realizing she had
played too close to the furnace and was about to get burned.

A light came on above her head. Valerie looked around wildly.
She was in a tiny room, not more that four feet square, with no
windows or doors. Her mind was racing.

'...Catwoman!... We can make a deal!'

'I'm sure we can, Miss Ashlyn...' A speaker set in the ceiling
whispered. 'I'm sure we can...'

With those words, Thick white smoke began to pour into the room
from a vent in the wall. It was so heavy that it cascaded
immediately downward, hanging at the bottom of the room almost
like a liquid. Valerie watched in horror as it slid along the
floor and enveloped her feet. It was incredibly cold, and sent
chills up her spine as it slowly rose around her legs.

She spun around madly, trying to think of a way out, but there was
none. Only four white walls and a ceiling. She wondered if
it was poison or just knock out gas. She feared the worst, her
anxiety climbing steadily as the gas rose past her upper thighs.

The super thick gas was around her waist and she could do nothing
but look around madly. She began to panic, feeling the walls
frantically for any hope of an exit, but finding none.

'Catwoman we can make a deal. I was only half telling the truth!
I have plenty of money hidden away...!.... Catwoman!...'

The gaseous material rose over her breasts and she felt it's cold
touch on her nipples. Within seconds it rose over her shoulders.
She stood on her tiptoes, arching her neck back away from the rising
tide.

'Catwoman!!..'

She took a number of quick breaths, and then as the gas rose over
her chin, she closed her eyes and inhaled as deeply as she could
just before the gas enveloped her.

It was all around her now. Cold and wet like a super thick fog.
She dared not breathe, she dared not move. Time ticked by. The
loneliness was absolute, and slowly she felt the need to breathe
creeping up on her. At first it was bearable, but after a short
time, it became oppressive and she felt her head getting light.

Still, she continued to hold her breath, as the pain and pressure
increased. Of course, in the end, it was a losing battle; Her
body, succumbing to the rising levels of carbon dioxide within her,
forced her to take a breath. As soon as she did, she felt her
head go numb, and within seconds, she collapsed on the ground.


* * *


Catwoman took her hand off of the lever and turned towards the
center of the room. The evening's affairs had gotten completely
out of hand. First Batgirl had ruined the awards ceremony, and
then Valerie had thrown her own little monkey wrench into the
proceedings.

Catwoman paused and gazed about her lair, admiring the fine silks
and luxurious adornments that concealed the various pitfalls and
Bat-traps she had installed. All installed in the expectation
that Batgirl would eventually grant her the pleasure of her
luscious company. She casually walked around the steaming vat of
white sand and sat down on a plush leather divan, situated in the
center of the room.

Batgirl would have to enter on this level, and Catwoman was fully
prepared for her. It didn't matter what door or window she
entered, all the routes led through here, and once she entered
here, Batgirl was hers...

Catwoman nuzzled back into the soft leather and moved her hand to
her breast. It felt firm under her leather teddy. Catwoman
smiled. As devilish as this room was, the truly devious areas of
her lair lay below... in the Catacombs... With any luck, Batgirl
would get an opportunity to visit one of the many special rooms...
or maybe take an "unguided" tour in her maze...

Catwoman closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly, thinking
of Batgirl struggling... Then the image of Valerie Ashlyn in her
Blue Latex Dress and heels came into view, struggling right along
side of her. Catwoman's hand moved between her legs as she saw
the ropes around Valerie's lovely lithe form... The crotchrope
pulling the hem of her skirt tighter into her pussy as she
struggled. -No... not a crotchrope... No... Something much more
devilish... Catwoman stopped playing with herself. She had a
delicious idea.

She opened her eyes and looked at the time. Yes. It would be at
least forty minutes before Batgirl would arrive. Plenty of time
for what she had in mind...

Catwoman reached behind her and pushed a small button hidden in
the back of the couch.

'Yes Catwoman?' A voice answered.

'Are you girls ready yet?'

'Ready? I thought you said we had-'

'Change of plans.'

'We'll be up there as soon as we can, but-'

'What's the problem?'

'Were having a hell of a time getting into these corsets,
Catwoman. Are you sure Valerie ordered the correct size? They
seem awfully small.' Talon replied.

'A little tight are they?' Catwoman purred, smiling. 'If you
think they're too uncomfortable, I'm sure I can find something
more... appropriate.

Talon paused. She knew Catwoman too well to take that bait.

'Oh no, Catwoman...' Talon replied, inhaling as Passion pulled on
the laces behind her. 'Thes-.. These are ju-... just fine. We'll
be up in a minute.'

'Very well..' Catwoman smiled, pushing the button again, then
laying deeper into the soft leather. 'Yes. Valerie would make a
fine appetizer for the main course to come; She smiled, moving
her hands up over the tops of her breasts, then downward.

She spread her thighs slightly and closed her eyes. This was
going to be an unforgettable evening...


* * *

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor behind her, brought
Catwoman out of her reverie. She sat up, eager to see how the new
outfits Valerie had donated would look on her luscious Sex
Kittens.

'Purrr-fect.' Catwoman purred as Talon, Passion and Vixen entered
the room and then slowly turned around, allowing Catwoman ample
time to admire their outfits.

Valerie had assured Catwoman that they were the finest silk
corsets available. She was right; They were indeed, stunningly
beautiful. Catwoman had chosen the colors: white for Talon; pink
for Passion; and a smoldering red for Vixen.

Valerie had had them specially imported from Europe and each was
delicately adorned with hand sewn French lace and Bristienne
pearls. Matching long silk gloves added more elegance, and the
dim light dancing off of their sheer, silk stocking covered legs,
reminded Catwoman of an early morning frost.

Color coordinated, Parisian style ankle boots were the perfect
companion for the corsets, as were the silk chokers tied around
their necks. Matching hair ribbons held their hair up elegantly,
allowing the ends to flow slowly downward, emphasizing the radiant
beauty of their faces.

'You all look delicious enough to eat.' Catwoman said, beaming.

'Talon come here.'

'Absolutely, Catwoman.' Talon replied, putting her hands on her
hips and slinking over next to the couch.

Catwoman stuck out a hand over the edge of the couch and slowly
moved it up the inside of Talon's white shimmering leg to the
barespot between the top of her stocking and her soft silk
panties.

Talon leaned into the couch slightly.

'Where's Valerie?' Passion asked looking around.

Catwoman moved her hand upward and began to message the soft silk
of Talon's panties. In a matter of moments they were dripping
wet.

'She is sleeping downstairs.' Catwoman responded, continuing her
caress. 'It seems our devious Miss Ashlyn has turned greedy on us.
I'm afraid that she's having seconds thoughts about our previously
negotiated compensation.'

'What are you planning to do with her?' Talon asked, moving
forward slightly.

'I think she needs a little lesson in ethics.' Catwoman said,
grabbing the underside of Talons crotch slightly harder, then
rubbing the area with more deliberate force.

Talon moved her legs together and lowered her shoulders, letting
the warmth of Catwoman's power envelope her.

'And I know the purrr-fect purrr-suasion...'

The two unoccupied girl's eyes narrowed slightly as they smiled,
walking around the couch to face Catwoman.

'...Talon,' Catwoman said, releasing her hand from her body.

'Bring me the Parisian black bodystocking. I was originally
thinking latex, but now I think about it, I love the look of white
rope on dark nylon...'

Talon teetered slightly as she came back down to earth and smiled.
'Right away Catwoman.'

'Passion and Vixen, go get our lovely fetish princess from
collection room "b" and bring her here.'


* * *

MEANWHILE BACK AT BARBARA GORDON'S MID TOWN APARTMENT...


Barbara bent down and slid the soapy sponge down her leg,
relishing the feel of the warm water as it poured off of her back
and down her body. She opened her eyes and looked down. The
floor of her shower was a mass of sparkling red specks. She moved
the circling waters around with her foot, washing the hideous red
sand down the drain, trying vainly to wash away the memory of its
hideous touch with it.

She turned and put her face into the jets of the shower, opening
her mouth and letting the water rush against the outside of her
teeth. She thought about the oozing sand around her body and
shuddered. She closed her mouth around the water and then spit it
out.

Catwoman was going to pay for that. She turned and let the
water hit her back again. It felt good, way too good. She
wanted to stay, letting the water wash over her, letting it heal
her... but she had no time. She had to get ready.... She turned
and shut off the water.

Stepping from the shower, she toweled off, quickly drying her
short dark hair. She then applied some baby powder to her body,
massaging it into her skin, before sitting down and putting on her
makeup.

Tonight was going to be a special night and she was nervous. It
felt almost like she was going out on a date with someone very
special. Barbara looked in the mirror and smiled. She wasn't going
to look her best, She was going to look immaculate.

Barbara applied the finishing touches to her makeup, deciding
finally on a wet red lipstick, then stood and walked to the full
length mirror that hung by the bed.

She paused at the bed, picking up the shiny purple garment that
was laying there. It felt incredibly wicked. She turned and
stood in front of the mirror holding Catwoman's ingeniously
seductive Sensi-suit in front of her. It felt cool and wet
against her skin and just the slightest touch on Barbara's breasts
made them hard. She momentarily had a wicked thought about trying
it on, but with measurable effort, decided against it. Barbara
knew that if she put it on, one thing would lead to another and it
would add another thirty or forty minutes to her already pressing
schedule.

'Later.' She said aloud, sliding the material down her body a
final time before carefully putting it away in her play chest.
'It's time finish this Catwoman thing, once and for all.'

She turned abruptly and walked to the makeup mirror, ready to make
her dramatic change into Batgirl. The wall swung slowly open,
revealing her seriously depleted costume collection. Unlike other
occasions, it wasn't difficult deciding what to wear.

In her pursuit of Catwoman, She had ruined or soiled four costumes
in the past three days, and had only one left. These latest
inventions of Catwoman were getting out of control. She had some
costume design to do when she finished up with her.

'Maybe Catwoman would explain the Sensi-suit process so I could
make a teddy out of it...'

Barbara felt herself get wet at the thought as she opened a
drawer and pulled out a small purple box. She opened the box and
removed her last pair of imported, sheer, jet-black pantyhose.

'Dawn these things are going to be expensive to replac-'

Then it hit her. Thanks to Valerie Ashlyn's kind stepfather, she
was probably not going to have to worry about money ever again. She
was rich. Just how rich she didn't know, but with the amount of
hassle that Valerie had gone through to keep her from the awards
dinner, it must be sizable... maybe even a million dollars...

She slid on the new pair of hose, feeling the smooth nylon slide
up her legs. She could probably afford all sorts of neat things
now. New shoes, new fetishwear... new toys...

She stood up and stepped into her one remaining purple turtleneck
teddy. Like all the others, it was long sleeved, cut high on the
legs and was incredibly tight. This one however, was one of the
first outfits that she had designed, and it still included an
attached cape. Batgirl wiggled her way in and then inhaled as she
zipped it up in back.

It was super tight. Batgirl turned around and the cape spun
gracefully behind her, making her think momentarily that she had
been wrong to get rid of it. It was kind of cute.

Next Batgirl donned a pair of five inch stiletto pumps and the
soft, flame-red wig and purple cowl that hid her identity. Last
to go on was her utility belt.

Buckling it in place, she turned towards the mirror and smiled.
She looked sizzling hot. Catwoman was going to pay dearly for her
earlier actions. She looked down and did a last minute inventory
of her utility belt before stepping through the hatch and onto her
Batgirl cycle. Without a moments hesitation, she put the bike on
silent mode, kick-started it and fled, her cape fluttering behind
her as she sped into the deserted streets of Gotham.


* * *

MEANWHILE BACK AT CATWOMAN'S LAIR...
*

Valerie stirred from her gassed slumber. Hands held her and she
felt something like soft nylon gloves being pulled on her hands,
then slowly up her arms. She opened her eyes. It took a few
moments for them to focus.

She was sitting on the floor. Vixen was straddling her thighs,
holding her legs down while Passion and Talon pulled a sheer black
bodystocking over her shoulders.

'Good Evening, Miss Ashlyn. I trust you slept well?' Catwoman
said, as she started to zip up the bodystocking behind her.

Valerie tried to swirm away, but Talon and Passion held her
firmly.

'I recommend that you save your strength for later, Valerie'
Catwoman advised. 'Believe me, you are going to need it...'

'...There....' Catwoman said, finishing the zipper, sealing
Valerie's body in the soft sheer nylon. 'Talon bring me some
rope, I want to do this myself.'

'Catwoman, you don't have to tie me up, I'll do whatever you
want.'

'I know you will, Valerie, I know you will.'

Talon grabbed an armful of white nylon rope that had been tied
into neat bundles. She walked over and deposited them in a pile
on the floor next to Valerie.

'Hold her arms behind her.' Catwoman ordered.

'Catwoman, please..' Valerie protested to no avail.

Catwoman selected a medium sized bundle, opened it and looped it
around Valerie's upper arms. Then she slowly tightened it, until
Valerie's elbows were almost touching behind her back.

'You're very limber, Valerie.' Catwoman whispered, as she wound
the rope around her arms, carefully aligning the ropes in six neat
rows, before looping the rest of the rope between her elbows and
cinching it off.

'There... nice and tight.' Catwoman muttered to herself as she
grabbed another piece of rope and looped it tightly around
Valerie's waist five or six times before tying it off. After
testing that it was properly secure, she grabbed one of Valerie's
wrists and tied it the waist rope above her hip. She grabbed the
other wrist and tied it in a similar fashion on the other side of her
waist.

'Feeling helpless?' Catwoman asked as she slowly traced her finger
nail down the outside of Valerie's torso and across her breast.

Valerie squirmed and struggled to get away from Catwoman's touch,
but she found she was tied quite expertly. No matter how hard she
pulled and twisted, she couldn't loosen the ropes around her.

Catwoman took her inability to get free as a yes, motioned Passion
to get off of her legs, and then pushed Valerie onto her stomach.

'Passion, hand me an ankle.'

Passion did as she was told and gave Catwoman one of Valerie's
slender ankles. Catwoman looped a long piece of rope around it,
pushed it back against her thigh and proceeded to tie it there,
coiling the rope around her ankle and thigh and then cinching it
in place. Valerie squirmed in her grasp, moving her stocking foot
up and down against her thigh, trying to loosen the ropes, but it
was useless. Catwoman admired her handiwork and then wasted no
time in repeating the procedure with the other leg, before sitting
back and watching her lovely bound captive struggle on the ground.

Valerie had been tied up before. You don't run a fetish empire
without getting involved in bondage... but as she pulled at her
wrists and kicked her legs, she realized that this was all
together different. This was real. She was truly helpless,
and this wasn't some girl or boyfriend... This was Catwoman...
-and she had just gotten started. Valerie wondered just how much
rope Catwoman was going to use. She remembered Talon squirming on
floor in Catwoman's special constrictor hogtie. The thought made
her squirm even more for escape, as she watched Catwoman stand
up and adjust her belt.

'There, that should do it.'

Valerie stared up at Catwoman, suprised. She had fully expected
Catwoman to tie her into some sort of human knot.

'Aren't you forgetting a crotchrope, Catwoman?' Vixen asked,
smiling.

'No, I have something much better in mind. Girls pick up our
guest. We're going to the Ballroom...!'

Valerie had no idea what the ballroom was, but the gleeful looks
on the smiling faces around her, made her stomach sink slightly;
Whatever it was, Valerie knew she wasn't going to like it.

The Sex Kittens picked up Valerie and carried her downstairs,
along a pink colored corridor, to the end, where a large black
door loomed.

Catwoman opened the door and Sex Kittens carried Valerie's
struggling form inside, pausing at the doorway just long enough
for Valerie to get a good look at the room and its contents.

It was a large round room, with a tall ceiling. In the center of
the room was an enormous black ball, at least five feet round,
sitting in a metal bracket on the ground. It's surface was smooth
and shiny, but it didn't look like plastic. It looked more like
hard, solid latex.

Catwoman went to a console and pushed a button. The floor opened
slightly and the ball lowered until only the top half was sticking
out of the ground. The floor then slid closed again, allowing
Catwoman to walk up next to the to the huge sphere, sliding her
hand lovingly along its smooth glassy surface.

'This is going to be such a ball!' Catwoman roared, as the girls
joined her, carrying Valerie's struggling form in their arms.

'Catwoman, please....' Valerie pleaded, looking Catwoman in the
eyes for some sort of compassion.

There was none. Only deep brown eyes framed by the most sinister
smile she had ever seen. A rush of intense helpless swept over
her. Her knees went weak and her heart began to pound even heavier,
as she tried again to pull her hands from the ropes... it was
useless.

'...Whatever you think I owe you, I'm sure that I can get it.'
Valerie said, pleadingly. 'All I need to do is give my bank in
the Caymans my security codes and they will wire-'

'Shhh' Catwoman said, pulling a red ballgag from her belt.

'Oh no, please Catwom-' But Catwoman was already sticking the
ball into Valerie's mouth.

'I'm sure that in time, you'll be dying to give ME any code I
wish...'

'MMMMPHH!' Valerie squealed, feeling the ball slide behind her
teeth, and then the strap tightening it even further into place.
Valerie struggled to push it out, but it was useless, Catwoman had
secured it firmly.

She stopped trying to push the rubber ball out and looked at
Catwoman who was sliding her hand along the surface of the
huge black orb in front of her.

'What do you think of my ball?' Catwoman said. 'Beautiful isn't
it?'

'Mmmmmppph...' Valerie moaned, trying to pull her hands from
around her waist and kicking as best as she could with her bound
legs.

'She really wants to get on, doesn't she Catwoman?' Vixen purred,
feeling Valerie squirm in her arms.

'Yes, I think she does, but the ball isn't ready for her...'
Catwoman said, bending down and grabbing a large jar. She opened
it and lifted it above the ball.

Clear goo slowly oozed out of the jar and onto the black ball,
slowly spreading out on it's surface. Catwoman put the jar down and
began to spread the goop around on the ball, slowly coating the
outside. Then she began to massage the top of the ball, slowly
moving her hands in a circular motion. She continued and Valerie
started to wonder what she was doing.

Suddenly something began to form at the top of the ball. First it
was just a slight bump on the surface, then as Catwoman continued,
it slowly got bigger, and began to take shape, slowly rising until
there was no mistaking what it was.

'MMMMMMPPP!' Valerie screamed, not believing her eyes. A black
rubber dildo was thrusting upward, forming itself... right out of
the surface of the ball! Catwoman bent down, poured more goo
on the head of the dildo, then continued massaging the outside,
slowly sliding her hands along its shaft and head. It responded,
growing larger and firmer in her expert hands.

She continued her slow caress, concentrating on each part of the
dildo in turn. She slid her hands over top, rubbing first upward,
then around and the down over the head. Then she moved along the
shaft, twisting her hands expertly down all the way to the flanged
base.... Then upward again.

After these series expert caresses, the dildo was huge, and it
seemed to pulsate to her touch like it was alive. Smiling,
Catwoman pulled her hands away, and the dildo continued to move,
seemingly straining for more attention.

'I think it's ready now. Put her on.'

'MMMMMMPPPPH!' Valerie screamed, as Passion and Talon, holding her
legs open from either side, allowed Vixen to slowly swing her over
the pulsating member.

'MMMMMMMMPHHHH!'

'Now slowly...' Catwoman cooed.

Passion and Talon slowly lowered her down, while Catwoman
positioned the dildo, allowing it to slowly enter her.

'MMMPHHHHH!' Valerie moaned, as she felt it spread between the
slit in her bodystocking and then slide inside of her.

It seemed to feel her as well, because it responded, thrusting and
pulsating as she was slowly lowered onto its glistening black
mass. She continued to slide slowly downward until it was all
the way in; her crotch resting on the base of the dildo and her
inner thighs resting on the outside of the slimy ball.

'Mmmmmmmmmaaa...' Valerie moaned, as the girls released her and
stood back, laughing with glee as she struggled to push herself
off the top of the ball.

'Oooo, that's right, struggle...' Catwoman cooed, watching Valerie
vainly attempt to grip the outside of the black ball with her
knees, only to have her thighs slide along the outside helplessly.

Valerie began to push her legs together, trying to lift herself
off, but the ball responded, growing squishy between her thighs,
not allowing her the grip she needed. She struggled with her
knees vainly attempting to get a hold of the ball. Instead she
slid further down, moving the dildo even deeper.

Catwoman laughed, as she watched Valerie struggle, leaning
forwards and backwards, side to side; trying anything to get some
traction on the outside of the ball. But it was useless, The
inside of her thighs were alredy coated with goo, and she just
slid around on the top, making the dildo inside of her even more
aroused.

'Welcome to my Pleasure-Ball... A devious invention I built for
Batgirl. It will respond to your every desire, Valerie... and all
you have to do to stop it, is get off...

'mmmmmmhhhaaaa' Valerie moaned, closing her eyes, her movements on
top of the ball changing, become more rhythmic, yet with the same
desperate intensity.

'Of course, you'll find it completely impossible to do so...'
Catwoman said, gushing. '...and your struggles will only excite
it further, until you won't know whether you're on the edge of
ecstasy or looking over into hell itself...'

'Mmmmmaggg..' Valerie moaned, opening her mouth and exposing her
teeth on top of her gag.

Catwoman paused, looking first at Valerie movements and then at
her Sex Kittens who kissing and stroking each other, obviously
enjoying Valerie's struggles as much as Catwoman was...

'Girl's we should leave Valerie to her dreams...'

'Oh Catwoman, can't we stay a bit longer...'

'I wish we could, but Batgirl's bound to be here any minute...
Once I'm sure she is well in hand, we can come back and watch...
that is if Valerie doesn't mind...'

'MMmmmmagghhhh...! Valerie moaned, exposing her teeth again on the
outside of her ballgag as her first orgasm hit, the tensing of her
muscles plainly obvious through the sheer nylon encasing her
body.

'and really.... I don't think she's going anywhere...!' Catwoman
laughed as she turned and ushered the girls outside...

WILL VALERIE ESCAPE THE SENSUAL TORTURE OF THE PLEASURE BALL?
AND WHAT OF BATGIRL? WHAT HORRIFIC FATE AWAITS HER? ONLY
TIME WILL TELL...

Chapter 12

*
...'Oooo, that's right, struggle...' Catwoman cooed, watching
Valerie vainly attempt to grip the outside of the black ball with
her knees, only to have her thighs slide along the outside
helplessly.

Valerie began to push her legs together, trying to lift herself
off, but the ball responded, growing squishy between her thighs,
not allowing her the grip she needed. She struggled with her
knees vainly attempting to get a hold of the ball. Instead she
slid further down, moving the dildo even deeper.

Catwoman laughed, as she watched Valerie struggle, leaning
forwards and backwards, side to side; trying anything to get some
traction on the outside of the ball. But it was useless, The
inside of her thighs were already coated with goo, and she just
slid around on the top, making the dildo inside of her even more
aroused.

'Welcome to my Pleasure-Ball... A devious invention I built for
Batgirl. It will respond to your every desire, Valerie... and all
you have to do to stop it, is get off...

'mmmmmmhhhaaaa' Valerie moaned, closing her eyes, her movements on
top of the ball changing, become more rhythmic, yet with the same
desperate intensity.

'Of course, you'll find it completely impossible to do so...'
Catwoman said, gushing. '...and your struggles will only excite
it further, until you won't know whether you're on the edge of
ecstasy or looking over into hell itself...'

'Mmmmmaggg..' Valerie moaned, opening her mouth and exposing her
teeth on top of her gag.

Catwoman paused, looking first at Valerie movements and then at
her Sex Kittens, who kissing and stroking each other, obviously
enjoying Valerie's struggles as much as Catwoman was...

'Girl's we should leave Valerie to her dreams...'

'Oh Catwoman, can't we stay a bit longer...'

'I wish we could, but Batgirl's bound to be here any minute...
Once I'm sure she is well in hand, we can come back and watch...
that is if Valerie doesn't mind...'

'MMmmmmagghhhh...! Valerie moaned, exposing her teeth again on the
outside of her ballgag as her first orgasm hit, the tensing of her
muscles plainly obvious through the sheer nylon encasing her
body.

'and really.... I don't think she's going anywhere...!' Catwoman
laughed as she turned and ushered the girls outside...



* * *

The sensual rumble of the Batgirl cycle between Batgirl's legs
made the trip to the Paper Mill almost enjoyable. It was cool and
quiet, which unfortunately gave her far too much time to think
about what she was getting herself into. She knew Catwoman and
the rest of her evil cohorts would be waiting. That was a given.
She suddenly wished she had a partner like Batman had in Robin.
Robin was dependable... -and cute, Batgirl thought quietly.

Batgirl smiled as her mind began to drift. She had noticed Robin
staring at her legs during Nora Clavicle's trial a week ago.
Instead of drawing his attention to the fact she knew he was oggling
her, she slowly crossed and re-crossed her legs, rubbing
the inside of her stocking thighs together.

She moved her hands to her thighs, sliding them slowly up her legs,
then innocently pulling at the nylon encasing them. Then she held
a leg out in front of her and dangled her stiletto shoe from of her
toe, slowly pumping her leg up and down. She could see Robin's blood
pressure and other parts of his anatomy, rise. She wondered
momentarily what it would be like to take him home with her one day.

Batgirl smiled. She had calmed down considerably from earlier in
the evening. Her thinking, though wandering, was clearer and more
deliberate. As she approached Gothard Avenue and turned left into
Green Way however, she again had second thoughts about going it
alone.

'This was MUCH too easy.' She thought. 'Catwoman dropped that
piece of paper on purpose. She wants me to find her... She's had
all the time in the world to prepare herself. Maybe I should wait
for- Damn it, Where were Batman and Robin when she needed them?'

Batgirl looked up uneasily as she turned the corner on to
Meow Way. She knew instinctively that this was not a smart idea,
but it was too late. She was already there. She turned off her
Batgirl cycle and coasted the last few blocks.



The Gotham Paper Mill lay erected as an old relic of the
industrial revolution and had been closed for over thirty years.
It stood like a bleak memorial for those for whom "progress"
actually meant "job loss". When it was first new, back in the mid
1800's it was probably a warm bright building, but now, a century
and a half later, the red brick facade of the huge complex was
weathered and beaten. The massive cast iron fence that once stood
proud and strong around the perimeter, was now a evil, twisted
mass of rusting metal.

The moon cast shadows along the sides of the building making the
whole area even more foreboding. Batgirl could feel her heart
racing as she slid her leg off the leather seat and walked slowly
to the fence.

'Barbara, you're nuts... Why are you even considering this...'
Batgirl muttered to herself as she slid through a portion of the
grillwork that had parted slightly from the rest of the
foundation.

* * *



Catwoman looked up from the video monitor and smiled. Batgirl had
taken the bait.

'I told you she would come alone. How purrr-fect...' Catwoman
said, as she watched the lithe form of Batgirl slip across the grounds.
'Girl's get out of sight, I'll call you if I need you. The fun is
about to begin....'

* * *


Batgirl slowly made her way to the building using any small cover
she could find. Once she reached the huge monolithic structure,
she edged around the side and found a small window slightly ajar.
She quietly opened it, and slid inside. The window belonged to a
small office on the outer edge of the main factory.

The window must have been open for some time, because rain had
gotten in with obvious results. It was musty with the smell of
mildew and rot. She ignored the stench and walked across the room
to a small door. She opened it and peered out onto the shop floor...
and into another world...

Batgirl wasn't ready for the sight that befell her. She had
expected it to be a disheveled mess like the office, but it
wasn't. Not at all. The huge space before her was opulent.

The entire area was bathed in the flickering of hundreds
of candles that were placed all around the room. Huge pieces of
pink and black silk fabric hung shimmering amongst an array of
flowers, wafting slowly in the breeze of four huge ceiling fans
that spun slowly overhead.

Two huge, black metallic cat statues stood like bookends in the
center of the room, reflecting the flickering light of the candles
on their cool black surface like muted stars. Between the huge
cats, set atop a slightly elevated platform, was plush leather
devan. Lounging on the plush leather divan, was Catwoman.

She was laying on her back with her long lithe legs suspended in
the air. She was wearing a tight turtleneck teddy made of butter
soft, black leather with a silver and onyx chain belt around her
waist.

Between Catwoman and Batgirl, at the foot of the platform, was a
large round pool of white sand. Wisps of steam emanated from the
surface, and it bubbled occasionally like a pot of thick porridge.

As Batgirl slipped through the door and slowly approached,
Catwoman casually grabbed a black stocking, put her pointed toe
into the end and began pulling it over her foot, slowly working it
up her long leg. She smoothed it slowly admiring the way it looked on
her leg before grabbing another stocking and slowly sliding it on.

'What is it about black stockings, Batgirl, that drives men so
crazy, and makes me feel so... wicked?' Catwoman said, kicking her legs
slowly up and down above her.

Batgirl stopped in her tracks.

'Oh don't be shy Batgirl,' Catwoman cooed, sliding on to her stomach.
'You can answer.'

'I have no idea.' Batgirl said, striding out of the shadows and
into the dim light, the flickering candlelight dancing off of her
gleaming purple teddy and patent stiletto shoes. She stopped
ten feet short of the pool of steaming sand, giving herself a safe
cushion between herself and its bubbling mass. She spread her
legs slightly, and put her hands on her hips.

'Certainly you must have some ideas on the subject. Just look at
your outfit.'

'I think men like the idea of them, Catwoman. They ooze sexuality.
Personally like the way they make my legs look, and I like the way
they feel against my skin.'

'As do I, Batgirl.' Catwoman said, turning on her back and sliding
her hands down the outside of her legs, before sitting up abruptly.
'Especially your lovely stocking feet.'

Batgirl felt herself get wet despite herself. She thought back
to how Catwoman's moist mouth felt around her stocking toes as she
lay helpless on the floor of Valerie Ashlyn's Fetish Boutique. It
seemed like so long ago, yet it had only been hours earlier.

'...Maybe you'd like to join me here on the divan...' Catwoman
said, as she leaned back and began rubbing her toes back and forth
along the surface of the leather sofa...

'Or maybe...take a dip in the hot tub...' Catwoman continued,
twisting her body around and sticking a toe into the warm vat of
what obviously was sort of Shiver-sand. 'Ooo, it feels absolutely...
devilish!'

'You are twisted, Catwoman.'

'Thank you, Batgirl. As are you in your own precious way. You
are such an adorable tease. You can't deny me that you enjoy the
effect the sight of your luscious body has on people... not to
mention the effect it has on yourself.... And why not? You have
a fantastic body, Batgirl... and you package it so well. Your
choice of outfits for tonight is purrrfect...'

Batgirl watched Catwoman lift her toe from the sand, and then
slowly slide her hands down her stocking legs. Catwoman was
playing mind games with her. Unfortunately, what she said was
basically true. Batgirl decided to play along.

'I didn't really have a choice, Catwoman. You've soiled or
outright ruined the rest, tying me to your little toys.'

Catwoman looked at Batgirl and laid back slightly, pulling a
single piece of white rope from behind her and sliding it through
her hands.

'You LIKE bondage, don't you Batgirl....'

Batgirl was stunned. She didn't really have a coherent response
ready. 'I don't know what you mean...'

'Of course you do.' Catwoman cooed, doubling the rope and pulling
it behind her knees. 'You love the way the rope feels around you,
the feeling of helplessness, and surrender.'

Catwoman began to coil the rope around her legs just above her
knees. Batgirl felt her nipples harden and shifted her position
slightly as she felt herself get wet.

'You have lost your mind, Catwoman.'

'I don't think so. I think you secretly, deep down, get an
incredible erotic rush from the little games we play.' Catwoman
said, as she continued wrapping the rope around her knees and
then tied it off. She then moved her hands up her thighs. 'Ooo,
that feels good, nice and tight.'

'I certainly know YOU enjoy it. Or you wouldn't take so much time
thinking up such bizarre and hideous inventions.'

Catwoman lifted her legs and sat further back on the plush leather
sofa moving her hands over the top of her breasts.

'Oh you are correct there, Batgirl. That IS probably why I am so
driven to devise such unique forms of departure for you. Your
death must be a playful masterpiece.'

'They're certainly unique, Catwoman, but I wouldn't call them
playful.' Batgirl said, watching Catwoman's hands drift between
her legs.

'But you are wrong, Batgirl. They are very playful. Where would
the fun be in just killing you? It would be so easy. I could
have done it countless times in the past. For instance, I could
have let you suffocate in the Siamese Shrink Wrap, but instead I
gave you a sporting chance.'

'Atop your arouser see-saw...'

'You escaped didn't you?'

'With no help from you. You aren't trying to tell me you plan for
me to escape all your toys, as you call them, just so you can trap
me in another one?' Batgirl asked incredulously.

'No. Not even I could possibly write such a convoluted screenplay
as that. But I am always prepared for your escape.... Except
your unscheduled entrance at the dinner tonight. I must admit
that came as a bit of a shock.'

Batgirl smiled. 'Valerie seemed particularly upset. Where is she
by the way.' She said, looking around her.

'She having a ball downstairs...'

'Cooling off?' Batgirl couldn't resist.

'No, I hazard a guess that she is heating up right now. Would you
believe she tried to double cross me?'

'Yes.' Batgirl said, thinking back to Valerie at her boutique.

'She didn't want to pay me for taking care of you.' Catwoman said,
as she put her arms over her head on to the armrest of the divan
and stretched her long legs out in front of her.

'Well what do you expect? You didn't.' Batgirl, said lifting her
chin high in defiance.

'True Batgirl, but I have now...' Catwoman said, as she moved one
hand behind the armrest and pushed a button.

Batgirl heard a soft click from below her feet, and before she
could do anything the floor tilted up in front of her, sending her
sprawling backwards. She braced herself, expecting to hit the
floor hard, but instead, she landed on a soft rubber sheet. She
bounced momentarily like she was on a dull trampoline, then slowly
came to rest. She looked around dazed and realized that she had
fallen just inside the edge of a large shallow pit.

Catwoman pulled the rope from her legs and smiled broadly. Her
plan had worked. As she lulled Batgirl with her quiet sensual
voice, the floor behind the purple nymphette had silently pulled
away, revealing a shallow pit about ten feet across. Stretching
across the floor of the pit was what looked like a pink rubber
trampoline.

Batgirl tried to get up.

'Very amusing, Cat-' Batgirl started to say.

'Yes Batgirl, you will find it so...'

As Batgirl pushed down on the sheet, her hands slid first into and
then along the surface of the shiny rubber. It was incredibly
slippery. It felt as if it were covered in a fine layer of super
slick oil. In fact, it was so slippery that she couldn't get any
traction at all. She struggled harder, but it was useless. All
it did was make her slide further down towards the center of the
sheet.

Catwoman began to laugh wickedly. Batgirl was huffing and puffing
but couldn't sit up or even roll over. The incredibly slick
surface of the rubber wouldn't allow her to do anything but swirm
and slowly but surely, slide into the center of the pit.

'You do an excellent impression of bacon frying, Batgirl.'
Catwoman squealed, laughing hysterically, as she watched Batgirl
swirm and wriggle, now in the middle of the pit.

'...Absolutely sizzling.'

Batgirl continued to struggle, trying to at least sit up. But it
was impossible. As she pushed down on the rubber, it gave under
her, not allowing her anything to push off of. And it was
slippery as hell... And very odd, like warm, soft, slippery
bubble gum.

Batgirl stopped struggling and looked up at Catwoman who had
walked up to the edge of the pit and knelt down on her knees.
Catwoman stuck her hand out and push down on the pink rubbery
sheet.

'Oooo how wonderful...'

Batgirl looked down at herself. The rubber was molding itself
around her buttocks and lower back, as well as the heels of
stiletto shoes. Batgirl pushed her hands down in another attempt
to push herself up and they disappeared deep into the surface.
The bizarre pink sheet seemed to swallow them, closing around her
arms like tight latex gloves. The feeling of the rubber closing
around her outstretched fingers, made Batgirl panic. She pushed
down with her rear and began to slowly pull her arms out. As her
forearms emerged from the surface, the sheet began to ooze over
the outside of her hips and in between her slightly spread thighs.
The material was molding around her, allowing her further into
it's slick stretchy surface.

'What is this stuff?' Batgirl said, struggling in earnest now to
free herself of the strange material.

'It Cool-tex Batgirl. An early by-product of my Sensi-suit
experiments. And what feels like a sheet is actually a solid
block of the stuff, about eight feet deep!'

Batgirl felt her buttocks slide further down, and pink material
began to ooze up over her stomach...

'Oh god!' Batgirl cried, pushing down on the surface, only to have
her arms slide into the surface up to her elbows. She shifted her
weight back down on her butt, and again, slowly pulled them out,
causing her butt to slide deeper into the surface. 'I'm sinking!'

'Exactly Batgirl. Your body heat is melting surface of the Cool-
tex. That why I discarded it. It has a very low melting point.
Made it damn difficult to make clothes out of. As soon as you put
them on, they would literally melt right off. Makes a damn fine
Batgirl trap though...'

Batgirl struggled to remove her hands but only succeeded in
pulling her body deeper into the strange pink substance. In a
matter of moments it oozed completely over her hips, concealing
the top of her body under a featureless flat sheet of pink rubber.

'Oh god!' Batgirl screamed trying to pull out her hips, but only
succeeding in pushing in her arms and ankles further into the goo.

'That's right Batgirl, struggle. It will do no good. The Cool-
tex has you in it clutches now.'

Batgirl looked feverishly around her as more and more of her body
slid beneath the surface of the Cool-tex. It crept up her shins
and thighs until all that remained above the surface was the tips
of her knees. Batgirl looked down at her body. Her arms were
uselessly trapped beneath the surface and as she watched her body
slipped even deeper, the strange substance flowing over her
breasts like warm bubble gum.

'Catwoman... get me out of here..' She pleaded to no avail.

Catwoman instead stood and walked back to the sofa and sat down,
enjoying the show. The Cool-tex was melting around Batgirl's body
and all that was left above the surface was the tips of her knees,
and her head and shoulders. Catwoman reached behind her and
pushed another button.

Batgirl stayed as motionless as possible, but it didn't seem to
help. Her knees disappeared beneath the surface like a sinking
ship and she could feel the warm ooze covering her shoulders and
surrounding her neck with it soft spongy caress.

Batgirl lifted her chin, as the Cool-tex came in contact with it.
Stretching her face as far from the surface as possible. It was
useless. The Cool-tex continued to slowly advance, until again it
was under her chin.

Batgirl looked around wildly. In a few seconds she would be dead.
The Cool-tex crested her chin and Batgirl took a final deep
breath, and closed her eyes, fearing the very worst. Then
suddenly, she stopped sinking.

Batgirl looked around only with her eyes. She dared not move an
inch for fear of sinking out of sight. Catwoman approached and
sat down at the edge of the pit smiling. Batgirl continued to
concentrate on staying completely still.

A minute past and she was still stuck at chin level. She could
feel the strange material around her. It was warm and... tight.
Batgirl moved slightly and didn't sink. Hell she didn't even
move. She tried again to move in the Cool-tex but found that she
was suddenly trapped in the substance as if it were a rubber mold.
And it wasn't as warm as it had been before. In fact Batgirl seem
to feel the substance around her getting cool.

'Feeling constricted?' Catwoman asked, smiling.

'What are you doing to me?' Batgirl asked, struggling with all her
might, but unable to move a muscle.

'I'm cooling you off, Batgirl... Actually I'm cooling off the
Cool-tex, but I think you'll find that it's about the same thing.'

'I can't move....' Batgirl said, pulling and pushing under the
surface with her body, but to no avail.

'Yes, that is another unfortunate thing about Cool-tex. When it
gets cold, it does tend to get rather constricting. I hope you
aren't finding it too uncomfortable.'

'Actually, it's rather pleasant.' Batgirl lied, defiantly.

'Well I'm afraid that it will become quite unpleasant shortly. As
it cools, the Cool-tex will harden, in turn getting tighter and
tighter until it slowly crushes you... Of course you may find that
you freeze first....' Catwoman laughed. 'I would love to see that...'

'I'm sure you would...'

'Oh I wouldn't miss it for the world. Though I need to check on
Valerie downstairs first. I think by now, she's dying to tell me
everything I want to know.'

Catwoman stood up and began to walk away.

'Catwoman! Surely you didn't lure me here just for this. Where's
your playful nature...!' Batgirl pleaded, feeling the rubber
tightening around her.

Catwoman stopped, walked back to the edge of the pit and
kneeled down.

'You're so right, Batgirl, how could I leave you in there like
that...' she said as she lifted a small section of tile from the
ground, revealing a set of buttons. She looked down at Batgirl,
and then to the controls, slowly sliding her finger along the tops
of the various buttons, like she was unsure exactly which one she
wanted to push.

'Eany, meany, miney...' Catwoman said, stopping on top of the blue
one and then hesitating, looking deeply into Batgirl's eyes before
finally pushing the button.

Sudden the entire pit of Cool-tex began to undulate sending
incredible surges of sexual stimulation across Batgirl's body.

Catwoman squealed with joy, knowing Batgirl's helpless body would
have no choice but to respond to the slow, sensual massage.

'Catwoman, you Bitch!' Batgirl screamed as she closed her eyes
and began thrusting in the pink rubber, unable to stop
the rising passion within her.

'Magic Fingers, Batgirl!' Catwoman stood, walked toward the door,
looking over her shoulder.

'Ca-at-at Wo-wo-man!'

'Taa Taa, Batgirl! ... Enjoy!!' Catwoman cackled and Batgirl heard
her echoing laugh slowly fade as she walked downstairs, leaving
her to freeze... or worse...

* * *

'Enjoying yourself?'

Valerie looked up from the ball to see Catwoman the Sex Kittens
walk in the room. They glided across the room until they were
standing in front of her. Catwoman put her hands on her hips
and took in the sights.

Valerie was a disheveled mess. The outside of her bodystocking
was gleaming and completely drenched with sweat. Her short
blond hair, was wet and hung limply across her brow, dripping sweat
onto her already wet face... but her eyes told it all. They
were red and slightly swollen and she had that glassy not all
there look of someone who was completely spent.

But even with all that, Valerie was still struggling.

Certainly not the frantic struggles from forty five minutes ago,
but distinct and helpless none the less. Her thighs strained and
kicked, sliding endlessly on the outside of the ball. She
pulled at her wrists and twisted, shutting her eyes tightly,
as yet another orgasm hit... To Catwoman's utter delight.
She wondered just how many she had had... Twenty? Thirty?

'Mmmmpphaaaa.' Valerie moaned softly, opening her mouth to expose
her white teeth along the surface of the ballgag. She was still
coming. Then it ended and her head tilted forward, she was near
complete exhaustion.

Catwoman walked up to the ball and slid her hand up Valerie's ooze
covered thigh.

'Pool little Valerie.' Catwoman cooed, as she reached behind
Valerie's neck, unbuckled the ballgag and pulled it from her mouth.
Valerie lifted her head, her eyes pleading

'Catwoman please.... augh... get me off of this thing....' Valerie
begged, feeling the dildo inside of her come to life again.

'I COULD do that... but first, I think some codes are in order...'

Valerie began to shift atop the ball again.

'Anything.... Oh god.. Anything!...' Valerie screamed, thrusting
suddenly forward and then backward, arching her back as the
dildo pulsed wildly within her.

'Talon... write this down carefully.' Catwoman said, as she squeezed
Valerie's thigh. 'OK, where were we. Oh yes, the codes....'

Valerie literally exploded with information. Account numbers,
amounts, banking codes... Catwoman smiled, already seeing the
money flowing into her Swiss accounts. In less than a minute,
Valerie was finished, closing her eyes as another massive orgasm
hit... She tensed, her whole body shaking from the exertion. Then her
body fell silent again.

'That's... that's it... now please... get me off of this thing...'

Catwoman grabbed the ballgag from her belt.

'Oh no, Catwoman... please... you promised...

'I lied...' Catwoman cooed.

'Oh god please don't leave me up here like this...N-!' Valerie
begged, as Catwoman stuck the red orb back in Valerie's mouth,
buckling it
tightly in place.

'MMppppppph!' Valerie screamed, her body struggling in a sudden
burst of energy.

'I don't intend to...'

Catwoman walked back to the console and pushed a button. The ball
rose out of the hole in the until it was three feet off of the
ground.

Valerie looked at Catwoman questioningly. Catwoman smiled and
pushed another button.

*CLICK*

Valerie looked below her. The floor was opening and something
huge was coming out of the ground. At first Valerie couldn't tell
what it was, then suddenly she recognized it.

'MMMMMMMMMMNNNNPP!' She screamed.

It was a huge circular saw. Its crooked spiked teeth pointing up
menacingly. It stopped just below the ball and then started to
slowly rotate, picking up speed until it was a blur of motion.

'I'm afraid that our partnership will have to PART company...'
Catwoman said, pushing another button on the console. 'One half
of your body over here, and the other half over here...'

The ball lurched downward and the spinning edge of the jagged
blade began to tear into the bottom of it, making not only a
ton of noise, but also sending a shock wave of vibration upward.
Catwoman laughed watching Valerie's body suddenly tense as the
vibration set off a change reaction with the ball, making the
entire upper surface quiver, not to mention what it did
to the dildo inside of her.

The ball stopped descending and the vibration stopped. Talon and
the rest of the Sex Kittens squealed with joy, overwhelmed with
Catwoman's deviousness.

Valerie's body relaxed and her head drooped slightly from the
exertion, as she tried to recover from the intense sensation that
had just rammed into her.

Then it happened again. The ball slid downward, and the blade cut
savagely into it. Catwoman laughed wickedly, as Valerie slid
left and right, forward and backward on top of the quivering ball
trying to find relief from its intense sensory onslaught.

It was useless.

The ropes around her body held her, and she couldn't find the
leverage to pull herself off of the dildo. It was insanity
itself. And all that her struggling accomplished was to move the
dildo within her even more, doubling the effect that the savage
vibration was having on her helpless body.

Valerie lurched forward as the ball stopped, her breathing ragged,
her eyes affixed first to Catwoman and then downward at the
flashing edge of the saw blade.

'She's amazing Catwoman!'

'Yes, she is, isn't she. Such a pity...' Catwoman said, as she
pushed a button and then slid forward, carefully avoiding the
massive spinning blade.

'I'm sorry that it has to end this way Valerie, I am really going
to miss you. Once I reactivate the machine it will take only ten
minutes for the blade to reach you. A short time I know, but I
doubt that your body could last much longer...'

Catwoman put her hand on Valerie's knee and smiled.

'... You see the ball gets denser towards the top... so if I were
to let you linger up there, you might find the sensation's a
little too... stimulating to handle.'

Catwoman backed away and walked back to the console.

'MMMMMMPHHH!' Valerie squealed, jerking her body around in another
useless attempt at freedom.

'This way, I think you will be alive when the blade reaches you....'

Catwoman pushed the button and the ball slid downward. Valerie
squirmed as the ball erupted under her. Catwoman waited patiently,
admiring Valerie's unceasing contortions as the vibration continued.
Valerie eyes remained tightly shut even after the ball stopped,
her hands clenched into tight fists, pulling at the ropes around
her wrists.

Catwoman looked over to her Kittens who were playing with each
other, transfixed on Valerie's helpless form.

'Kitten's enjoy yourself. I want to catch Batgirl's final
purrr-formance!

Catwoman walked to the door and paused, waiting for the ball to
lurch downward again. After a few moments it did, and Talon,
Passion and Vixen squealed with joy as Valerie began her dance
again.

Catwoman lingered at the door. The next few minutes here would be
exquisite... Valerie was putting on one of the most stimulating
performances she had ever seen; It was a pity she would miss it.

It was a pity that Batgirl would miss her opportunity on the
pleasure-Ball. Catwoman turned and walked out the door, strangely
sad. It was a pity that Batgirl was going to miss the experience of
so many of her ingenious devices... Such was life...



IS THIS TRULY THE END FOR THE GIRLS? VALERIE DISSECTED ON TOP OF THE
PLEASURE BALL AND BATGIRL FROZEN AND CRUSHED IN THE HARDENING COOL-TEX?

OR WILL THEY FACE EVEN MORE DEVILISH FATES YET TO COME?




Chapter 13
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Catwoman walked to the door and paused, waiting for the ball to lurch
downward again. After a few moments it did, accompanied by the Sex
Kitten's squeals of joy as Valerie's dance began again.

Catwoman lingered. She knew the next few minutes here would be
exquisite... Valerie was putting on one of the most stimulating
performances she had ever seen; It was a pity she would miss it.

Catwoman''s smile softened. It was a pity that Batgir had missed her
opportunity on the Pleasure-Ball. Catwoman turned and walked out the
door, strangely sad. It was a pity that Batgirl would miss the
experience
of so many of her ingenious play things... Such was life...

* * *

MEANWHILE DIRECTLY UPSTAIRS...

'Aa-au- I've got -t -t... te -to do sommmme..thing...' Batgirl
said, her entire body quaking in the now freezing pit of Cool-
tex. 'Oh my god... N- n-n- no!'

Batgirl clenched her eyes shut and rode out the orgasm. She
had no idea how many she had had. She had lost count thirty
minutes ago.

She tried to move her arms and legs and found it impossible. They were
held so tightly in the slowly shrinking mold of Cool-tex that she
couldn''t tell where her body started and where the Cool-tex began.
Batgirl shuddered as the last remnants of the orgasm slowly faded, and
she
again began to feel just how cold the Cool-tex had become around her.

She was freezing.... trapped in a solid rubber prison. Completely
helpless as it cooled and tightened. It was worse than Nora Clavicle's
robot. All she could do was lay there in the undulating mass. Letting
it's strange material, move against her....

Batgirl began to feel the emotion rise within her again. It was
growing...

Batgirl looked at the surface of the Cool-tex only inches from
her eyes. It was undulating from the vibrators installed within
the walls of the pit. She tried to move again and found that the
Cool-tex was even tighter than before. Molding her in its ever
tightening rubber bondage.

A rush of incredible helplessness swept over her, as she
opened her chattering teeth and tried to inhale from her mouth.
It was getting incredibly hard to breath. She knew she would be
dead in a matter of minutes.

'Oh ga-g-g-od, I- I'm s-s-so....c-c-cold... Auggghhh...' Batgirl
moaned as another wash of emotion swelled over her. She tried
to twist her hip and felt something crack. She stopped dead.

At first she thought it was a bone, but then she started to feel
something
warm around her pelvic area. Batgirl looked down. The surface of the
Cool-tex above her submerged pelvis was steaming.... One of the
compartments of her Utility belt had cracked open from the pressure and
had released something into the Cool-tex. What ever it was, it was
causing the Cool-tex to melt.

In no time, the Cool-tex above her pelvis was bubbling, and the entire
area around her hips was turning into mush. Batgirl's' eyes widened in
sudden realization that she had a chance to escape and shoved her hips
downward in an attempt to pull her arms from the Cool-tex.
Unfortunately,
the area around her arms was still solid and her movement only
resulted in
pushing her hips deeper into the melting pink goo.

Batgirl realized her mistake and responded by lifted her hips as high as
she possibly could, using her feet and calves, which were still firmly
lodged in solid Cool-tex, to perfect advantage.

Her idea worked. The slushy, bubbling Coot-tex, and more
importantly, what ever Batgirl-agent was reacting with it, slid
down between her breasts and around her shoulder area. In no
time the Cool-tex around her shoulders and arms was slushy and
Batgirl stated to lift herself with her torso, attempting a quasi
sit up within the quickly melting Cool-tex.

Slowly her upper body came free of the bubbling pink material
and she somehow managed to get to her feet. She looked down.

She was up to her knees in Cool-tex, but the area around her
feet which seconds ago was about to crush her, was now sliding
up her legs. She was sinking. Sinking quickly.

Batgirl reached behind her and grabbed her Batgirl rope. She
had to hurry. The material from within her utility belt was
doing far too good a job. The pit was quickly becoming a mass
of pink slush and she was already waist deep.

She looked around wildly, catching eye of her target just as her
breasts sank into the unstable goo. She only had one
chance at this. She threw the hook out, expertly looping the end
of her rope around one of the Black cat's necks just as the bubbling
Cool-tex slid over her shoulders.

She pulled. It held. She pulled harder and slowly felt her body
slide forward. She gripped the rope and pulled, slowly making
her way to the edge of the pit, carefully sliding her self forward
as she went, until finally she reached the edge of the pit. Then
in a matter of seconds she was free, sitting on the edge,
wondering just how she had been so lucky.

Batgirl looked down at herself. Her body glistened from the remnants of
the slippery slime, but she was OK. She examined her utility belt and
discovered the agent responsible for her life. It was her Batgirl all
purpose bubble gum remover. She smiled, laughing at the absurdity of
her
luck.

'Batgirl!'

Batgirl stopped laughing and spun around to see Catwoman entering the
room, making a beeline for the divan. So much for a breather.

'Oh no you don't, Catwoman!' Batgirl replied, jumping to her feet and
darting around the pit of bubbling Shiver-sand, before Catwoman could
reach her central point of control.

Catwoman, slid to a stop and without a moments hesitation, turned on her
heel and ran out the same door she had entered. Batgirl gave chase,
finding herself on a stairwell that descended deeper into Catwoman's
lair.

As soon as she reached the bottom, Catwoman attacked, sliding up from
behind, her claws outstretched in fury. But Batgirl was ready and
deftly
avoided her, using Catwoman's momentum to shove her against the wall.

Catwoman was stunned but recovered quickly, spinning around to face
Batgirl, who was already advancing on her. Catwoman unhooked her belt
and
swung it at Batgirl, narrowly missing her head.

Batgirl ducked and slammed into Catwoman with a jarring slam that shoved
her back into the wall. Catwoman crumpled from the blow and Batgirl
used
the advantage to shove her to the ground, pulling her Batgirl cuffs from
her utility belt with instinctive flair.

In moments, Catwoman was struggling on the ground, her arms bound behind
her.

'Let go of me you bitch!' Catwoman screamed, twisting under the weight
of
Batgirl, who was using her position to tie Catwoman's ankles to her
already immobile wrists.

Batgirl pulled a leather gag from her utility belt and shoved it into
Catwoman's mouth, silencing her.

'Shhhh... We don't want to alert our neighbors...' Batgirl whispered, as
she slid her hand up the back of Catwoman's stocking thigh and between
her
buttocks. 'Maybe, a crotchrope-'

A strange noise erupted from down the hallway and Batgirl leapt up to
her
feet. She looked down at Catwoman and deciding that she wasn't going
anywhere, began to walk down the hall.

She followed the source of the noise. It came from a doorway at the end
of the hall. She slid down the long pink corridor, stopping short of an
open doorway.

Suddenly the grating noise stopped. Batgirl froze. Squeals of laughter
erupted from inside the room. Batgirl pushed her back up against the
wall
and slowly slid her way along, until she was next to the open doorway.
Then carefully she bent her head around the doorway and peered inside.

It was quite a sight. The Sex Kittens, in various forms of Victorian
undress, were all having a wonderful time playing on top of a large
futon
on the floor of the room. In front of them, perched on top of a huge
black ball was the bound, struggling form of Valerie Ashlyn. Directly
beneath Valerie, now spinning only three or four inches from her crotch
was a huge menacing circular saw.

Suddenly the ball dipped downward and the saw blade slashed into it, the
room erupting in noise. Valerie's reaction was immediate. She began to
writhe on top of the ball, attempting to get a grip on the outside which
Batgirl could see was coated with goo.

Batgirl wondered why Valerie didn't just slide off to the side of the
ball, she couldn't see any ropes keeping her on top of it. Valerie's
eyes
widened as she saw just how close the blade was to her and then
strangely,
they shut tight, her entire body turning suddenly rigid.

Batgirl looked closer at the top of the ball and realized what was
keeping
Valerie from sliding off... and why she was behaving so strangely.
Valerie was in the midst of a massive orgasm, her entire body shaking
from
the intense upheaval within her. Batgirl could see the entire top of
the
ball quaking from the saws actions below. Then sudden silence.

Valerie's body hunched forward as the ball stopped descending. Then as
she caught another look at the blade, now only two inches from her,
began
to struggle again. It was apparent that she was utterly exhausted, and
yet she continued to try to pull herself from the dildo within her, her
spread thighs sliding on the outside of the ball with utter desperation.

The Kitten's squealed with joy watching Valerie's utterly frantic
contortions. It was then that Batgirl could see just how devious
Catwoman
was. Valerie was able to lift herself off the dildo a inch or two, but
that was it. Then her body would slip downward, conveniently thrusting
the dildo back in.

It was mesmerizing. Batgirl forgot herself momentarily, watching the
events unfold like some sort of twisted porn movie. Valerie was already
responding to the dildo's Sensi-rubber covering. Batgirl started to
imagine what it would feel like to be trapped up on top of the hideous
contraption, her own helpless struggles only adding to her growing
passion. She felt herself get wet at the thought of it, realizing that
Catwoman had certainly designed this diabolically devilish demise for
her.

The ball dipped downward again and the teeth jarring noise brought
Batgirl
back to her senses. She used the sudden auditory onslaught to take
action, and advanced on the distracted Sex Kittens.

They were so intent on the sight of Valerie's struggling body, as well
as
their own mounting passion, that by the time they saw Batgirl advancing
upon them, it was way too late. In just a matter of seconds, all three
were unconscious.

The noise stopped and Batgirl looked over at Valerie, who was
screaming into her gag for Batgirl to help her. Batgirl walked
towards Valerie, carefully avoiding the deadly spinning blade,
pulled a chair next to the ball, and climbed on top of it.

She slid her hand behind Valerie's neck, unbuckled the ballgag
and pulled it from her mouth.

'Batgirl!' Valerie screamed, her eyes pleading. 'Turn it off and
get me off of this thing!... Oh god, Hurry!'

Batgirl looked down at the blade. It was so close to Valerie that if
the
ball lowered even a tiny bit, it would slice into her immediately. She
jumped off the chair to the console in front of the ball and put her
finger on top of the button marked "stop". Then she hesitated,
looking up
at Valerie mischievously.

'Oh god, Batgirl... Hurry!'

Batgirl looked down at the console and moved her finger to the left,
pushing the button marked pause instead. Valerie looked down at the
blade
that was continuing to spin just below her.

'Batgirl, What are you doing?!' Valerie screamed, struggling against her
bonds, her legs kicking uselessly against the slimy surface of the ball.
'Get me off of here!'

'Why should I?' Batgirl asked mischievously. 'I might get a rush out of
watching you get dissected. It would serve you right.'

'Oh god, please no!...' Valerie screamed as she watched Batgirl move her
finger along the tops of the buttons. 'I'll do anything.... Please!'

'Will you testify against Catwoman and the Sex Kittens?' Batgirl asked.

'Oh god, anything.... Ohh.. Ohhh... Please....' Valerie moaned, her
struggles atop the ball becoming suddenly rhythmic again.

'Very well...' Batgirl said smiling, as she pushed the stop button and
the
blade of the saw slowly came to rest and then quietly descended back
into
the floor.

Valerie's body slowly came to rest and her head tilted down in
complete exhaustion. Batgirl pushed another button and the
ball began to lower until the top was just sticking out of the
ground.

Batgirl walked behind Valerie and slid her hands between the surface of
the ball and Valerie's thighs. Batgirl felt the surface of the ball
beneath her hand quiver slightly as she slowly lifted Valerie's limp
body
from the black dildo.

'God it's alive.' Batgirl thought.

Valerie winced slightly as the dildo came free, its black mass
continuing
to move even after it was out of her. Batgirl lowered Valerie to the
ground, and held her as she slowly came back to her senses.

'Oh, thank you, Batgirl!' Valerie gushed, leaning back into Batgirl's
body. She looked over her shoulder and felt a kind of deja vu. They
had
been in a very similar situation back at the fetish boutique, only now
it
was Batgirl who held the helpless bound form of Valerie Ashlyn. The
similarity of the situation didn't escape Batgirl either.

She looked down at Valerie's soft eyes. Valerie responded by opening
her
mouth slightly, her tongue darting out for the briefest of moments.

Batgirl grabbed Valerie, pushed her to the floor and straddled
her helpless body. Then she kissed her.

Valerie responded, grabbing at Batgirl with her hands that were still
firmly bound to her waist. The kiss was long and passionate. Had they
not been in Catwoman's lair, Batgirl might have taken advantage of this
turn of events, but as it was she ended the kiss, quickly untying
Valerie''s legsbefore pulling her to her feet.

''Let'so'

'OK, untie me and let's get out of here.' Valerie said, turning
her body and motioning for Batgirl to untie the rest of the ropes.

'I don't think so.' Batgirl said, grabbing Valerie's waist rope
behind her back. 'I'd sooner trust a viper than you.... mush.'

'Thinking of taking home a souvenir, Batgirl?'

'Catwoman!' Batgirl said, pushing Valerie to one side and
standing to face her nemesis.

'Yes, Batgirl, you see I too have the capability of escaping the
inescapable...'

Batgirl heard the rustling of nylon behind her and instinctively slid
sideways just as Talon came flying from behind her. Batgirl used her
momentum to shove her forward into Catwoman, sending the two women
sprawling.

Then she turned just in time to give the onrushing Passion a vicious
kick
that sent her sprawling backwards in a lump. Vixen left alone against
Batgirl, slowly backed up, knowing full well she was no match for her
one
on one. She slid sideways and ran trying to get around Batgirl.

It didn''t work. Batgirl was too fast and tripped her as she tried to
run
by. Vixen took a terrible tumble, smacking her head against the
ground on
the way down. She wasn't getting back up.

Catwoman was. Batgirl turned and watched Catwoman slowly get to her
feet.
But Catwoman didn''t advance. She just stood there.

What's wrong, Catwoman? Frightened to take me one on one?''

''Just wasting time, Batgirl..'

Batgirl started to say something, when to her left she heard a distinct
click. She spun around to see Valerie awkwardly grasping what looked
like
a fire hose in her bound hands.

The sign above the hose housing read "In Case Of Emergency".

Batgirl didn't have time to react. Before she could even move, a thick
white goop began spraying out of the hose. It splashed down next to her
and then as Valerie took better aim, on her shoes and legs, covering
them
in a thick white foam.

Batgirl jumped to the side but didn't get away. Valerie turned the hose
and followed her, covering her legs in more and more of the white foam.
Batgirl jumped to the left and right but she couldn't get away. Valerie
followed her wherever she went. Then Batgirl suddenly stopped and
looked
down. She couldn't move her legs. The foam was hardening around them
like a plaster cast, immobilizing her in place.

'Bravo! Valerie!' Catwoman squealed, as she watched Batgirl
struggle uselessly to free her legs from the white foamy prison
upon which Valerie was continuing to build.

Valerie arched the stream upward spraying Batgirl's pelvis and
stomach. Batgirl tried to wipe it away but it dried incredibly
fast and more and more just kept coming.

'Oh god, what is it?' Batgirl screamed, feeling the foam
continuing to harden around her body.

'Instant paper, Batgirl!' Catwoman squealed, watching the
stream flow higher covering Batgirl's breasts. Batgirl's arms
were beginning to get covered and her fervent struggles began
to wane, as the strange white foam hardened around them.

'I can't move!' Batgirl cried, twisting her neck back and forth in
obvious distress.

'Should I finish her off, Catwoman!?" Valerie squealed as she
began to advance on the helpless Batgirl, the stream of goo
creeping closer and closer to her face.

'I think not, Valerie... Not yet. Catwoman said, motioning for
Valerie to cease her foam bath. Catwoman walked up to
Batgirl, and slid her hand up the hardened surface of the instant
paper and under her chin. 'I have a much better idea...'

Catwoman reached behind her, pulled out a makeup compact and opened it.
She then turned and gently blew a powder into Batgirl face. Batgirl
inhaled a portion of the powder and fell immediately unconscious.

'Passion, fetch the diamond saw...'

* * *

As Talon and Passion held her, Catwoman expertly cut away the paper and
freed Batgirl from her paper prison.

'What about me?' Valerie motioned twisting her wrists, which were still
tightly bound to her waist.

'I kind of like you just like that. -at least for the time being.'
Catwoman said. 'Girl's take our guest to room 13 and change her into
this. I will be along shortly. Valerie, why don't you accompany them?
I'm sure you eager to see what we have planned for Batgirl....'

Valerie looked down at the ropes encircling her body and then back at
Catwoman. She then turned and reluctantly followed the cackling trio
down
the hallway.

* * *

To Valerie, room thirteen looked very similar to the last room that they
had just been in except that at the center was a rectangular table-like
structure made of gleaming black metal. The sides and top of the table
were made of glass, through which she could see a mass of intricate
machinery.

Valerie couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of the multitude of
gleaming ratchets and gears within the structure were for, or how they
related to the strategically place wheels and cut out areas on the top
of
the table.

The Sex Kittens removed Batgirl's costume and replaced it with the
purple
Sensi-suit that Catwoman had given them.

"Put her on the table..." Catwoman said, entering the room, her arms
full
of gleaming black rope.

The kitten obliged, arranging Batgirl in a spread-eagle atop the table.
Catwoman approached and deposited the mass of rope on the table top next
to Batgirl's waist.

'Do you want help, Catwoman?' Vixen asked.

'No, I purrr-fer to do this myself...'

* * *

'Wake up.... wake up.... Batgirl...' Catwoman cooed. as she slowly slid
her hand up the inside of Batgirl's thigh.

Batgirl moved slightly and Catwoman moved her hand upward, slowly
stroking
her through the thin Sensi-suit.

Batgirl slowly came to. Catwoman watched Batgirl's semi- conscious form
twitch and pull at the ropes entwining her body. Then her eyes opened
and
she looked at first dazed then confused... and then startled as she
realized she could barely move.

'Looks like our Bat-nymph is waking up...'

Batgirl lifted her head and looked down at her body. She was tied
down on
top of a glass table. Her arm and legs were pulled in a tight
spread-eagle and shiny black ropes crisscrossed her entire body.
Catwoman
had also removed her Batgirl costume and replaced it with a catsuit made
of a gleaming purple material.

Batgirl moved slightly and felt the entire surface of her skin come
alive.
The sensations were unmistakable; It was one of Catwoman's fiendishly
erotic Sensi-suits.

'Feel's delicious, doesn't it Batgirl.' Catwoman purred, watching
Batgirl's eyes close and her mouth open slightly. ' I had another
Sensi-suit made for you... just for this occasion.'

Batgirl pulled her arms and felt the ropes tighten slightly inside her
thighs and between her pussy.

'What is this, Catwoman?' She asked, pulling on one leg slightly and
feeling a rope tighten under one and atop another breast.

'Oh Batgirl, you're tied in one of my most elaborate bondages. It's
called the Cat's Cradle, and I designed it especially for you... I can
tell your intrigued...'

Batgirl was... She studied the elaborate ropework, following each of the
rope's paths as best she could. Two ropes were connected to each wrist
and ankle. Ten small black rubber wheels were attached flat to the
table
in key areas: two above each hand, two below each foot, and one on each
side of her at about shoulder height.

The inner rope of each wrist fed up around a wheel, then down tightly
across her body, brushing the inner side of each breast and downward
meeting at a V at her crotch. The ropes split her crotch and fed
downward
out of sight. Batgirl could feel them pulling the Sensi-suit inside
her.

The outer wrist ropes fed upward around similar wheels, then downward
around her inner thighs and under her knees, where they too disappeared
into holes in the table.

Another rope was attached to each wrist and fed directly
downward across her body, again meeting at a V at her crotch.

Each inner ankle rope fed downward around a wheel and disappeared into
holes in the table. The outer ankle ropes fed downward around a wheel
then upward to the wheels on either side of her shoulders. There, the
ropes fed around each wheel and disappeared into holes into the table,
only to reappear from other holes on each side of her, just above breast
height. Each rope then fed tightly up and around her torso, under the
near breast, across her other at about nipple level then downward into
another hole in the table next to each armpit.

She pulled on her left leg experimentally and felt a rope slide under
her
left breast and across her right nipple as well as another rope rub
gently
between her legs, and yet another tugging on her right wrist.

She struggled some more and found that each time she moved, ropes all
around her body would move, rubbing against the specially designed
Sensi-suit material encasing her, sending chills up and down her body.

'Yes Batgirl, all the ropes interconnect. As you struggle, the ropes
will
slide around the Sensi-suit encasing you, stroking and massaging your
most
sensitive areas and slowly bringing you to one orgasm after another
until
your entire nervous system collapses....'

'Only if I decide to struggle, Catwoman.' Batgirl said defiantly,
becoming
motionless upon the table.

'Oh you will struggle, Batgirl...' Catwoman began to laugh as she
reached
beside the table top and flipped a switch.

A cleft in the ceiling opened with a metallic clack. Batgirl looked
above
her as something slowly began to descend from the opening in the
ceiling.
At first she didn't recognize what it was, then its long arcing edge
glistened in the candlelight and it became suddenly apparent. It was a
razor sharp pendulum.

Batgirl pulled on the ropes in reflex and they tightened with the
desired effect. She quickly recovered her composure and lay
motionless on the table once more.

'Purrr-fectly "poe"-etic... isn't it Batgirl...'

'Catwoman, I'm suprised. I figured that with your twisted mind
you would come up with something new. We've been through
this before...'

'Oh no, Batgirl you're wrong... so, so wrong. This is a new and
fiendishly wicked instrument of torment!' Catwoman cried, flipping a
switch starting the pendulum swinging from side to side.

Batgirl watched the pendulum, then looked away to Catwoman's smiling
face.

'The wheels above and below the table around you serve a double purpose;
Besides guiding the ropes around your luscious body, they also feed
information about the amount of tension and movement that you make to a
special "strugg-o- meter" located under the table...'

Catwoman paused and moved close to Batgirl, slowly rubbing her finger up
her helpless body.

'Once activated, if the computer senses that you aren't struggling hard
enough, the pendulum will lower one inch.'

'So I have a choice. I can either struggle and die of erotic overload
or
wait and be cut in half by your sick medieval imagination.'

'Purrr-cisely, Batgirl.... a delicious decision I'm going to leave
completely up to you...' Catwoman said her voice trailing off slightly.

'I'm not sure how much struggling you think I'm capable of. I can
barely
move...' Batgirl said, looking down are her body.

'Ropes a little tight, Batgirl?' Catwoman cooed. ...

'I've had worse...'

.....'If you want them tighter.....' Catwoman said, flipping a switch.

'Augggh!' Batgirl moaned, feeling the ropes tighten as the wheels above
her and below her moved apart slightly. 'No, please.... auuugh.'

'Your probably right....' Catwoman said, flipping the switch in the
opposite direction. 'I should give you a sporting chance...'

'Ohhhh' Batgirl moaned, feeling the ropes relax.

'Let's get this started...' Catwoman declared, slowly lowering the
arcing
blade until it was only three feet above Batgirl's waist. 'Valerie,
seeing as how you are the one responsible for Batgirl's currently
predicament, I think it only fitting that you have the honor.... turn on
the strugg-o-meter...'

Catwoman turned to Valerie who stood there as if she wasn't sure what
Catwoman meant. Catwoman grabbed her and guided her forcefully to the
table. Then she moved one of her bound hands to a large switch
located on
the top of the table.

Batgirl looked up at Valerie and into her eyes. She saw something that
wasn't there before. It wasn't fear or cruelty. If it had been anyone
else, Batgirl would have guessed it was almost like compassion.

'Well what are you waiting for...? Catwoman said. 'Start the meter...'

Valerie looked over her shoulder at Catwoman, and then back
down at Batgirl, before reluctantly pushing the large switch
forward. The machinery below Batgirl came alive and seconds
later the gears above her made a distinct *re-g-it* sound before
the razor sharp blade of the pendulum lowered with an ominous
clank.

Batgirl began to slowly struggle atop the table, causing the ropes to
tighten and slide around her, exciting the Sensi-suit material encasing
her body.

*re-g-it* .... *CLANK*

'Oh you'll have to do better than that Batgirl...'

Batgirl pulled harder moving her body slide to side. With the excess
movement came more friction and she could feel the ropes sliding against
her body. She let out a small moan as the feelings of passion and fear
swept over her.

'That's more like it Batgirl. Struggle harder...'

'I don't understand how you can call this "giving me a sporting
chance..."

'On the contrary Batgirl. I could have inserted a vibrator or a dildo
in
you and made this a quick purrr-formance...'

Batgirl looked at Catwoman quizzically.

'...instead, I 'm only using the natural friction from the ropes to
excite
you. - And of course your deep secret love of watching yourself in
bondage...' Catwoman cooed, pushing another button.

Four huge mirrors lowered from the ceiling and stopped just at the right
angle to allow Batgirl a perfect view of her struggling bound form.

'You bitch...' Batgirl screamed, pulling at the ropes around her wrists
and ankles, not sure how Catwoman could know something so personal about
her.

'Such language...' Catwoman said, pulling a large purple ballgag from
her
belt.

'No Plea-' Batgirl began, but it too late. Catwoman had already forced
the rubber ball into her mouth, sliding it expertly behind her teeth
before buckling it in place.

'MMMPphh!' Batgirl screamed.

'Much better. It's much better when you keep the bubbles in the
champagne...'

'Mmmmm...' Batgirl moaned. Catwoman knew her too well. The intense
erotic effect of the ropes sliding around the Sensi- suit as well as her
own deep secret desire for such utter helplessness were already
combining,
slowly moving her towards orgasm.

Batgirl looked first to Catwoman's face and then to the deadly metal
blade
that swung effortlessly above her. Its razor edge, flickering in the
candlelight as it passed, intensified the mounting feelings inside of
her.
It was unbearable. Her need to escape. Her utter helplessness. The
feeling of the ropes rubbing across her body, enticing her, caressing
her,
restraining her.

'MMAARGG!' Batgirl moaned as the orgasm hit, rocking her body. She
strained at the ropes confining her, pulling them even tighter around
her
helpless body.

*Re-g-it*

Batgirl jerked her eyes open just as the pendulum lowered with a clank.
She twisted her body instinctively and her eyes shot back to Catwoman
who
began to laugh.

'Oh, I neglected one small point. I inserted a small sensor inside of
you.
Each orgasm lowers the blade a inch as well!'

'MPPPPPPPPH!'

'Talon....' Catwoman laughed, 'take Valerie upstairs and clean her up.
The rest of you need to put the next stage of our plan into motion. I'm
going to stay down here and enjoy the show a little while.'

'Does this mean you're going to let me go?' Valerie asked almost
pleadingly.

Catwoman turned, grabbed the rope around Valerie's waist and pulled her
close to her.

'I haven't decided yet. It depends on how you react...' Catwoman said,
sliding her hand between Valerie's legs.

'Ohh!....I... I'll be good.'

Catwoman's eyes narrowed and she pulled Valerie right next to her.
'That's what I'm afraid of, Valerie... that's what I'm afraid of....'

Holy Poe-gasm!!! Will Batgirl survive the fiendish touch of the
Sensi-suit only to be diced in two?!! And what of Valerie? What part
will she play in Catwoman's plans....? Stay tuned to the penultimate
chapter.

[batgirl1969]

Ok....all I can say is "Oh Fu@k!"
Wow...these are incredible, what I wouldn't give to see this in classic weathers image style..this man must be a genius at putting a female body into bondage..makes me shiver! Ouch!

Batgirl

[Blx]

That was long but so worth it

[JWeathers]

Wow, it's funny looking back at this - that was a LONG time ago. I guess I am the grandfather of superheroine fan fiction... LOL

[ltrltr]

Read the first story there, you can see where Lady Felina and O Girl were born.

[Radar300]

Was the penultimate chapter ever written. Was there any scenes after the ones written here. I can see some similarites between this story and the O-Girl/Nylonika Obsession story. Also, some of the earlier O-Girl stories have similarites to this. All are well done by Jim Weathers at the Bondage Cafe where I am a member. If you love this and are not a member of the Bondage Cafe, become a member. You will love it! I grew up with the 1960s Batman, Dudley Do-Right and that era of cartoons. I also have seen a lot of the old black and white serials of the 1940s and the 1950s. I love the damsel in distress stuff.

[sneakly]

A long time ago Jim sent me the chapter that followed the last one. It was very hot and I eventually lost it....

It was never published online because he decided that he should have used an original character instead of batgirl. O-girl was born of that, and it she is certainly worth it.