Batgirl Vs The Agents Of L.U.S.T
Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 6:50 am
New to the forum, so be kind, but here's the first part of a story I've begun.
BATGIRL VS THE AGENTS OF L.U.S.T
CHAPTER ONE
Batgirl struggled to raise herself up on one elbow, eyes glassy and unfocussed behind her mask. 'No... must get away... escape...'. Her voice sounded slurred, she thought, and she felt pleasantly light-headed.
The stunningly beautiful woman sprawled on the bed next to her laughed throatily. Raven-haired, voluptuous and leather-clad, her head was propped on one hand, her face so close that Batgirl could feel the woman's warm breath on her face. 'Oh, I don't think so,' she said, taking a drag on her jade cigarette-holder, causing the tip of the exotic green cigarette in the holder to glow brightly. Leaning forward, touching her soft full lips to Batgirl's, she exhaled her smoke into the crime-fighter's lungs.
Batgirl sank back onto the satin pillows of the pink heart-shaped bed. Her eyelids fluttered and she sighed, smoke drifting languidly from her nose and mouth.
'There, that's better,' the woman purred. She reached out with the hand holding the cigarette-holder and gently rubbed her middle finger over Batgirl's right nipple, massaging it through the material of her costume. The aromatic smoke from the cigarette curled in circles towards Batgirl's face, insinuating itself into her nostrils, relaxing her, and making it - despite her best efforts - impossible to resist this woman's ministrations. She felt her nipples hardening, straining against the skin-tight purple fabric. 'No... don't... this is... shouldn't...' Something was wrong, she knew that. But her mind was fuzzy, she couldn't seem to concentrate. It was difficult to hold onto a thought. And what this woman was doing to her now was... confusing... her. 'What's happening..? Can't... can't...'
The woman laughed again. 'Don't you remember?' She teased Batgirl's nipple expertly, causing the masked maiden to let out a little gasp. 'An anonymous tip-off about a new villainess in Gotham? Your ridiculously predictable need to heroically capture her?'
Yes... Batgirl recalled crashing though the skylight of a warehouse at the docks in a typically dynamic fashion... this woman was there... apparently unperturbed by the heroine's intrusion... the air had been thick with a sweet smoke... yes... the woman was smoking... Batgirl had advance on her, Bat-cuffs ready... and... and...
'Cigarette...' Batgirl's eyes narrowed in concentration, grasping for the memory. ' Blew smoke... in my face... a... trap...'
'That's right. And now, here we are, getting... better acquainted.' The woman made circular movements with her finger over Batgirl's nipple. Batgirl was unable to stifle a low moan. 'Ah, you like that.'
'What... what have you... done to... me..?'
'My cigarettes contain a mild soporific, a mild hypnotic and a somewhat more potent aphrodisiac. My unique metabolism makes me immune to the effects. But - as you're discovering - what they do to others is quite... irresistible.'
'Who... are you?'
' My name is Cassandra. I'm an agent of L.U.S.T'
'L.U.S.T..?'
'Yes, the League Utilising Sexual Tactics. But enough questions, I think. We don't want to give your mind time to clear, now do we?' Cassandra took another drag from her cigarette-holder, tilted her head and sealed her mouth over Batgirl's, sharing the smoke again and this time slipping her tongue inside, working Batgirl's tongue with her own. The kiss was confident, skilled, finding the erogenous zones, triggering a sudden undeniable ache between the cowled crime-fighter's thighs. Cassandra broke the kiss, wisps of smoke still leaking from her nostrils over Batgirl's face. In close proximity, Cassandra was a potent force, radiating a palpable energy and sexual magnetism Batgirl was finding almost overpowering. Not that she would ever admit it...
'I won't give in...'
Cassandra placed the cigarette-holder between Batgirl's lips. 'Smoke,' she commanded seductively. 'Smoke... you know you want to. Don't deny yourself the pleasure... smoke...' To her surprise Batgirl found herself taking a tentative puff. 'Good,' Cassandra coaxed, 'that makes you feel very good, doesn't it?' It did, Batgirl couldn't deny that it did... but she had to resist this woman... she had to... had to... 'Smoke,' Cassandra cooed, 'Smoke for me...'
Batgirl clenched the cigarette-holder between her teeth and sucked in smoke. Slowly releasing it over the still clenched holder, she said, 'I won't give in...'
Cassandra smiled. She moved her hand down and her fingers lightly brushed Batgirl's inner thigh. 'Well, let's find out, shall we...'
End of chapter one
BATGIRL VS THE AGENTS OF L.U.S.T
CHAPTER ONE
Batgirl struggled to raise herself up on one elbow, eyes glassy and unfocussed behind her mask. 'No... must get away... escape...'. Her voice sounded slurred, she thought, and she felt pleasantly light-headed.
The stunningly beautiful woman sprawled on the bed next to her laughed throatily. Raven-haired, voluptuous and leather-clad, her head was propped on one hand, her face so close that Batgirl could feel the woman's warm breath on her face. 'Oh, I don't think so,' she said, taking a drag on her jade cigarette-holder, causing the tip of the exotic green cigarette in the holder to glow brightly. Leaning forward, touching her soft full lips to Batgirl's, she exhaled her smoke into the crime-fighter's lungs.
Batgirl sank back onto the satin pillows of the pink heart-shaped bed. Her eyelids fluttered and she sighed, smoke drifting languidly from her nose and mouth.
'There, that's better,' the woman purred. She reached out with the hand holding the cigarette-holder and gently rubbed her middle finger over Batgirl's right nipple, massaging it through the material of her costume. The aromatic smoke from the cigarette curled in circles towards Batgirl's face, insinuating itself into her nostrils, relaxing her, and making it - despite her best efforts - impossible to resist this woman's ministrations. She felt her nipples hardening, straining against the skin-tight purple fabric. 'No... don't... this is... shouldn't...' Something was wrong, she knew that. But her mind was fuzzy, she couldn't seem to concentrate. It was difficult to hold onto a thought. And what this woman was doing to her now was... confusing... her. 'What's happening..? Can't... can't...'
The woman laughed again. 'Don't you remember?' She teased Batgirl's nipple expertly, causing the masked maiden to let out a little gasp. 'An anonymous tip-off about a new villainess in Gotham? Your ridiculously predictable need to heroically capture her?'
Yes... Batgirl recalled crashing though the skylight of a warehouse at the docks in a typically dynamic fashion... this woman was there... apparently unperturbed by the heroine's intrusion... the air had been thick with a sweet smoke... yes... the woman was smoking... Batgirl had advance on her, Bat-cuffs ready... and... and...
'Cigarette...' Batgirl's eyes narrowed in concentration, grasping for the memory. ' Blew smoke... in my face... a... trap...'
'That's right. And now, here we are, getting... better acquainted.' The woman made circular movements with her finger over Batgirl's nipple. Batgirl was unable to stifle a low moan. 'Ah, you like that.'
'What... what have you... done to... me..?'
'My cigarettes contain a mild soporific, a mild hypnotic and a somewhat more potent aphrodisiac. My unique metabolism makes me immune to the effects. But - as you're discovering - what they do to others is quite... irresistible.'
'Who... are you?'
' My name is Cassandra. I'm an agent of L.U.S.T'
'L.U.S.T..?'
'Yes, the League Utilising Sexual Tactics. But enough questions, I think. We don't want to give your mind time to clear, now do we?' Cassandra took another drag from her cigarette-holder, tilted her head and sealed her mouth over Batgirl's, sharing the smoke again and this time slipping her tongue inside, working Batgirl's tongue with her own. The kiss was confident, skilled, finding the erogenous zones, triggering a sudden undeniable ache between the cowled crime-fighter's thighs. Cassandra broke the kiss, wisps of smoke still leaking from her nostrils over Batgirl's face. In close proximity, Cassandra was a potent force, radiating a palpable energy and sexual magnetism Batgirl was finding almost overpowering. Not that she would ever admit it...
'I won't give in...'
Cassandra placed the cigarette-holder between Batgirl's lips. 'Smoke,' she commanded seductively. 'Smoke... you know you want to. Don't deny yourself the pleasure... smoke...' To her surprise Batgirl found herself taking a tentative puff. 'Good,' Cassandra coaxed, 'that makes you feel very good, doesn't it?' It did, Batgirl couldn't deny that it did... but she had to resist this woman... she had to... had to... 'Smoke,' Cassandra cooed, 'Smoke for me...'
Batgirl clenched the cigarette-holder between her teeth and sucked in smoke. Slowly releasing it over the still clenched holder, she said, 'I won't give in...'
Cassandra smiled. She moved her hand down and her fingers lightly brushed Batgirl's inner thigh. 'Well, let's find out, shall we...'
End of chapter one