I am coming back from hiatus. I took a break from writing and posting for a bit and I was finally inspired with a story idea that interested me. I had seen some interesting pictures while knocking around on the internet of one of my favorite models, Emily Addison, in an interesting scenario. I won't say what it is, at least not yet. The problem with see a really cool picture an turning it into a story is finding a way to make a story around it and at the same time, explain how the trap works without the reader seeing a picture. Knocking around the idea with my friend Amanda, she made an analogy that pretty much clicked for me. Once that happened, figuring out the what, the who and the where all came together.
Lydia Limpet is one of the better Bat-molls. For starters, she is an enthusiastic participant in the crimes. She doesn’t preen absently in front of the mirror or obsess about becoming rich or famous. Lydia is along for the ride. Roast Batman and Robin alive in a giant cookbook? Let me turn on the steam… Drug Robin and help bash his skull? Totally down for that…
She was played by Francine York, a knockout that was born to live in the era of the torpedo bra. Speaking of knocking out, Batman and Robin conduct a seriously illegal interrogation of Ms Limpet. Instead of untying her, they drug her and abduct her to the Batcave violating her fourth and fifth amendment rights, conducting an illegal interrogation on an unconscious participant using the hypermatic lie-detector. This was post Miranda and they just completely ignore that, talk about tainted evidence. Any evidence collected after that would be completely inadmissible in court. No wonder Catwoman, Joker and Riddler kept popping up over and over again…. Virtually all of cases were tainted by masked vigilantes that had no respect for due process… They could work for the Trump DOJ.
I am sure that Robin would have been violating more than her rights. Imagine Robin with a super hot drugged villainess in his lap, on top of his “first oncoming thrusts of manhood.” Robin is coming out of the Batmobile with a sticky tights…
Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
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Barbara looked down at her phone. It was Amanda…Right on time.
“Hi Amanda,” Barbara pretended to be a little put off by the call, but she really wasn’t.
“Hi Batgirl,” Amanda still didn’t know Barbara’s real identity. “Are we going to be going on a crime patrol tonight? I heard that Riddler might have come back to town.”
“What makes you think that?” Barbara had heard a similar rumor from her father. An odd couple had been spotted casing high end shops across Gotham. Nothing definitive, just an odd looking fellow in a three piece suit and an outdated hat and tall brunette. They would wander about for a bit and then leave, never buying anything or interacting with the sales help.
“Oh, a couple of people have mentioned there is an odd couple floating around town, casing high end shops, nothing super unusual, except everyone seems to notice them.” Amanda had been taking Batgirl’s tutoring to heart. She had started cultivating her own sources in the GCPD and been reading up on psychology of the deviant mind and working out daily in martial arts. She was becoming a real side kick.
“I heard something similar,” Barbara hadn’t taken the gossip very seriously. Oddballs seemed to be flocking endlessly into Gotham, most were harmless cosplayers or groupies hoping to meet a celebrity villain. Riddler was more of a Batman problem anyway, he was totally gay for Robin and usually had a moll around to act as a “beard”. Barbara wasn’t up for explaining the sexual proclivities of the Gotham underworld to her friend, at least not today. “It might just be some yahoos playing arch-criminal to get laid. I’ll pick you up at nine.”
Barbara put her phone away just in time for a tall brunette to walk up to the help desk. The library was close to closing and she was the only one left on duty. The Wayne Foundation’s slow collapse had robbed Gotham of much of its publicly funded culture programs and the drain on the city coffers from Batman’s endless needs for city resources had stripped the library system to a bare minimum.
Barbara smoothed her sleeveless green work dress. It was well fitted, with a black belt around the waist and a small purple scarf to go with her Amethyst earrings. Barbara knew she looked good, but looking good was not always helpful when working alone during the Friday closing of the Public Library. Looking at the tall svelte brunette approaching, Barbara suddenly wanted to check her hair and gloss her lips.
“Hello…” the woman purred with a come-hither tone Barbara recognized too easily. “I am looking for a book.” With her dark hair and porcelain skin, she didn’t need to smile to communicate with Barbara.
“Well, you came to the right place, I guess…” Barbara smiled. She wasn’t into what this woman was selling, but she figured she would at least hear the pitch. The woman was tall and slender, wearing a bright red top and matching slacks and a broad gold belt. She leaned over the counter and let her breast, contained within two pointy cones of what Barbara assumed was a vintage brasserie. She definitely had something to sell, Barbara admitted to herself.
The woman slipped a piece of paper from her belt. “I understand you have a hand annotated First edition of Poetry by Edgar Allan Poe?” She pushed the paper across the desk.
“Yes, it’s in our rare book collection” Barbara didn’t need to look at the paper, she knew it said Tamerlane and other Poems. It was the single most valuable book in the library and one of the most frequently requested.
Barbara would watch it like a hawk, but the volume was there to be accessible to the public.
“I’ll need to see some ID before we can go and look at it. Are you sure you want to see it today? We are going to be closing soon and you can have much more time with it if you come back tomorrow.” Barbara wouldn’t mind spending a little more time with this woman, now that she saw that she had an appreciation for fine historic literature.
“Here you go.” She pulled a driver’s license from a clutch purse. “I have to leave town in the morning, but I’ve always been a huge admirer of Poe and wanted a chance to see it before I go.
Barbara smiled, she could appreciate the sentiment of holding such an important book in her hands, even for just a few minutes. She took the ID card and copied the name and examined it for authenticity.
“Here you are Mrs. Limpet,” Barbara smiled her most ingénue smile. Two can play the flirt game, she thought.
“That’s Miss Limpet…Miss?”
“Miss Gordon, but you can call me Barbara.” Barbara extended her hand.
“You can call me Lydia” Barbara smiled back.
“Let me get the keys” Barbara grabbed her things and came out from her desk. “You are a big fan of Poe?”
“Oh, I adore anything to do with him…” She smiled at the librarian. “I am quite the bibliophile in general.”
“It’s nice to meet anyone who appreciates fine literature.” Barbara smiled at Lydia. She was enjoying this flirt. ‘Maybe I’ll have to take a night off from crime patrol..’ Barbara thought to herself. “Do you come to Gotham often?”
“Just occasionally for work, but maybe now I have a reason to come more often…” She gave Barbara a devilish smile.
Barbara led Lydia down to the basement level of the Gotham Public Library.
“This is our rare book section. We keep all of the most valuable books and documents here.” Barbara punched in her code and undid the double locks.
“Aren’t you worried about keeping such valuables in the basement?” Lydia was standing close behind Barbara, secretly blocking her view of the passage behind them.
“The room is climate controlled to protect even the most delicate papers. Moisture controlled, temperature controlled. It is environmentally sealed from the outside.” Barbara was getting lost in the minutiae of her job.
“What if there’s a fire?” Lydia rubbed her breasts absently on Barbara.
Barbara was getting mildly flustered by Lydia’s apparent advances. “The Archive has its own fire suppression system. It uses a gas fire suppression system to smother any fires without damaging the books.”
“How clever,” Lydia smiled at Barbara. “It’s amazing that Gotham has all these historical and rare books.”
Barbara laughed nervously. She wouldn’t normally let someone get her so flustered, but Lydia wasn’t just anyone. She was tall and sleek and preternaturally attractive. Finally getting the door open, Barbara led the way into the secure stacks.
One side of the room had rows of bookcases, five in total. Along the back wall was a series of four private reading nooks, each with a small couch, a coffee table and a swing out desk, both equipped with cushioned surfaces to place the rare and delicate books.
Lydia stayed close to Barbara, her high heels clicked along linoleum floors as barbara’s low and practical heels made almost no sound. Barbara reached the shelf she was looking for and pulled the small and innocuous book of Poetry from it.
“Here it….” Barbara started to only to find that Lydia had cosied up even closer to her.
Barbara’s face was almost directly between the twin peaks created by Lydia’s brassiere.
“Springing from a darken'd mind
Death was in that poison'd wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave”
Lydia smiled as she quoted the words of Poe. A red mist erupted from the points of Lydia’s breasts and spewed into Barbara’s face. Before she could react to what was going on, Barbara had gulped down enough of fragrant gas to seal her fate. She looked up just in time to see Lydia with a towel covering her face and her free hand gently lifting the valuable tome from Barbara’s hand.
What’s this? Barbara Gordon captured by a literary lesbian?
What Poe-tential perils will she face?
Is this her final Chapter? To be tricked by torpedo tits?
What fiendishly fetishized demise awaits?
“Hi Amanda,” Barbara pretended to be a little put off by the call, but she really wasn’t.
“Hi Batgirl,” Amanda still didn’t know Barbara’s real identity. “Are we going to be going on a crime patrol tonight? I heard that Riddler might have come back to town.”
“What makes you think that?” Barbara had heard a similar rumor from her father. An odd couple had been spotted casing high end shops across Gotham. Nothing definitive, just an odd looking fellow in a three piece suit and an outdated hat and tall brunette. They would wander about for a bit and then leave, never buying anything or interacting with the sales help.
“Oh, a couple of people have mentioned there is an odd couple floating around town, casing high end shops, nothing super unusual, except everyone seems to notice them.” Amanda had been taking Batgirl’s tutoring to heart. She had started cultivating her own sources in the GCPD and been reading up on psychology of the deviant mind and working out daily in martial arts. She was becoming a real side kick.
“I heard something similar,” Barbara hadn’t taken the gossip very seriously. Oddballs seemed to be flocking endlessly into Gotham, most were harmless cosplayers or groupies hoping to meet a celebrity villain. Riddler was more of a Batman problem anyway, he was totally gay for Robin and usually had a moll around to act as a “beard”. Barbara wasn’t up for explaining the sexual proclivities of the Gotham underworld to her friend, at least not today. “It might just be some yahoos playing arch-criminal to get laid. I’ll pick you up at nine.”
Barbara put her phone away just in time for a tall brunette to walk up to the help desk. The library was close to closing and she was the only one left on duty. The Wayne Foundation’s slow collapse had robbed Gotham of much of its publicly funded culture programs and the drain on the city coffers from Batman’s endless needs for city resources had stripped the library system to a bare minimum.
Barbara smoothed her sleeveless green work dress. It was well fitted, with a black belt around the waist and a small purple scarf to go with her Amethyst earrings. Barbara knew she looked good, but looking good was not always helpful when working alone during the Friday closing of the Public Library. Looking at the tall svelte brunette approaching, Barbara suddenly wanted to check her hair and gloss her lips.
“Hello…” the woman purred with a come-hither tone Barbara recognized too easily. “I am looking for a book.” With her dark hair and porcelain skin, she didn’t need to smile to communicate with Barbara.
“Well, you came to the right place, I guess…” Barbara smiled. She wasn’t into what this woman was selling, but she figured she would at least hear the pitch. The woman was tall and slender, wearing a bright red top and matching slacks and a broad gold belt. She leaned over the counter and let her breast, contained within two pointy cones of what Barbara assumed was a vintage brasserie. She definitely had something to sell, Barbara admitted to herself.
The woman slipped a piece of paper from her belt. “I understand you have a hand annotated First edition of Poetry by Edgar Allan Poe?” She pushed the paper across the desk.
“Yes, it’s in our rare book collection” Barbara didn’t need to look at the paper, she knew it said Tamerlane and other Poems. It was the single most valuable book in the library and one of the most frequently requested.
Barbara would watch it like a hawk, but the volume was there to be accessible to the public.
“I’ll need to see some ID before we can go and look at it. Are you sure you want to see it today? We are going to be closing soon and you can have much more time with it if you come back tomorrow.” Barbara wouldn’t mind spending a little more time with this woman, now that she saw that she had an appreciation for fine historic literature.
“Here you go.” She pulled a driver’s license from a clutch purse. “I have to leave town in the morning, but I’ve always been a huge admirer of Poe and wanted a chance to see it before I go.
Barbara smiled, she could appreciate the sentiment of holding such an important book in her hands, even for just a few minutes. She took the ID card and copied the name and examined it for authenticity.
“Here you are Mrs. Limpet,” Barbara smiled her most ingénue smile. Two can play the flirt game, she thought.
“That’s Miss Limpet…Miss?”
“Miss Gordon, but you can call me Barbara.” Barbara extended her hand.
“You can call me Lydia” Barbara smiled back.
“Let me get the keys” Barbara grabbed her things and came out from her desk. “You are a big fan of Poe?”
“Oh, I adore anything to do with him…” She smiled at the librarian. “I am quite the bibliophile in general.”
“It’s nice to meet anyone who appreciates fine literature.” Barbara smiled at Lydia. She was enjoying this flirt. ‘Maybe I’ll have to take a night off from crime patrol..’ Barbara thought to herself. “Do you come to Gotham often?”
“Just occasionally for work, but maybe now I have a reason to come more often…” She gave Barbara a devilish smile.
Barbara led Lydia down to the basement level of the Gotham Public Library.
“This is our rare book section. We keep all of the most valuable books and documents here.” Barbara punched in her code and undid the double locks.
“Aren’t you worried about keeping such valuables in the basement?” Lydia was standing close behind Barbara, secretly blocking her view of the passage behind them.
“The room is climate controlled to protect even the most delicate papers. Moisture controlled, temperature controlled. It is environmentally sealed from the outside.” Barbara was getting lost in the minutiae of her job.
“What if there’s a fire?” Lydia rubbed her breasts absently on Barbara.
Barbara was getting mildly flustered by Lydia’s apparent advances. “The Archive has its own fire suppression system. It uses a gas fire suppression system to smother any fires without damaging the books.”
“How clever,” Lydia smiled at Barbara. “It’s amazing that Gotham has all these historical and rare books.”
Barbara laughed nervously. She wouldn’t normally let someone get her so flustered, but Lydia wasn’t just anyone. She was tall and sleek and preternaturally attractive. Finally getting the door open, Barbara led the way into the secure stacks.
One side of the room had rows of bookcases, five in total. Along the back wall was a series of four private reading nooks, each with a small couch, a coffee table and a swing out desk, both equipped with cushioned surfaces to place the rare and delicate books.
Lydia stayed close to Barbara, her high heels clicked along linoleum floors as barbara’s low and practical heels made almost no sound. Barbara reached the shelf she was looking for and pulled the small and innocuous book of Poetry from it.
“Here it….” Barbara started to only to find that Lydia had cosied up even closer to her.
Barbara’s face was almost directly between the twin peaks created by Lydia’s brassiere.
“Springing from a darken'd mind
Death was in that poison'd wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave”
Lydia smiled as she quoted the words of Poe. A red mist erupted from the points of Lydia’s breasts and spewed into Barbara’s face. Before she could react to what was going on, Barbara had gulped down enough of fragrant gas to seal her fate. She looked up just in time to see Lydia with a towel covering her face and her free hand gently lifting the valuable tome from Barbara’s hand.
What’s this? Barbara Gordon captured by a literary lesbian?
What Poe-tential perils will she face?
Is this her final Chapter? To be tricked by torpedo tits?
What fiendishly fetishized demise awaits?
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Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
Oh wow, great start!
It's an immense pleasure to read a new story from you, I miss your writing and creativity for too long. Now with you in the case, that pesky Batgirl will be very busy!
I hope you are feeling better. Wich you all the best and hope Batgirl won't have time to celebrate Christmass!
It's an immense pleasure to read a new story from you, I miss your writing and creativity for too long. Now with you in the case, that pesky Batgirl will be very busy!
I hope you are feeling better. Wich you all the best and hope Batgirl won't have time to celebrate Christmass!
Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
Lydia Limpet is a great choice even on her own. The bookmobile scene had her getting her revenge on Robin. Not only gassed by the sleepy-bye book, but he needed up as her footrest while she waited for Bookworm. She made sure he wasn't going anywhere while she waited.
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Part 2
Barbara was slowly coming to. The smell of the gas was fruity and sweet and had permeated the fabric of her dress. It took a few minutes for her to regain her faculties. She had groaned a bit at first, but as she regained consciousness, she lay limp on the cold floor of the rare book room, listening, thinking.
“Come now Barbara, we both know you are awake. No need for faking.” Barbara could feel the long dexterous fingers playing with the short black bob of hair. “Its time for you to give the usual ‘You’ll never get away with this’ speech. One of my favorite parts of these stories.”
“Fuck you, Lydia,” was all that Barbara could muster. She pulled at her wrists.They had been handcuffed together and she could feel her legs pulled back. Lydia had hogcuffed her face down on one of the tired old couches. Lydia grabbed Barbara by the shoulder and rolled her over on her side.
“Aren’t you going to tell me that Batman will catch me or that your father will have the entire GCPD hunting me down?”
“Didn’t I already tell you to fuck off?” Barbara was pissed, but there was no way she was going to say Batman anything, even to keep her cover.
“Miss Gordon… Barbara, are you familiar with the term, ‘death by misadventure?’” Lydia toyed with the handcuffs holding Barbara in her hogtie. “As daughter of Commissioner Gordon, I’m sure you have.” She smiled at her victim. She wasn’t really testing the cuffs, she was enjoying the moment.
“It’s the euphemism police like to use when someone dies accidentally in an embarrassing situation. The drunk that falls off a balcony while trying to grab a pidgeon…. The business man that dies of auto-erotic asphyxiation in a hotel room. Not suicide, just poor judgment…”
“Well, it is Friday night, Barbara Gordon is locking up the Library, turns off the video surveillance and decides to rub one out in the rare book section while looking at an early, illustrated edition of Justine, by the Marquis De Sade.” She opened the book and placed it near Barbara’s head.
“You won't get away with this Lydia!” Barbara pulled, futilely at the cuffs.
“A first edition of Tamerlane sold for $600,000. This one was Poe’s personnel copy, with hand written annotations. I know a few private libraries that would pay twice that for this copy.”
“And,” Lydia pulled a small book from her clutch, “Gotham Police won’t even know it’s missing.” She flipped through the copy. “Not the best fake, but the cover is perfect and it may be years before someone that can tell the difference realizes there was a switch.”
Lydia slipped the fake back into the shelf. “They won’t even think twice when they come to find your body in a day or two…”
“How do you think anyone will think this was an accident” Barbara was tugging at the short chains of the cuffs.
“Oh come Barbara, or should I say ‘cum’? I did my homework on you.” She looked up theatrically, “at Gotham state you were making quite the rounds, on the low down… Pinky Pinkston the CEO of Genital Electric? She had quite the reputation for ‘research and development’. I bet she has a whole toy line dedicated to you…. Rich older woman and her subby little friend…
“Or how about, Queen Bess of Belgravia? I know the Belgravian’s do love their sklaven culture… You two were quite inseparable after Catwoman tried to steal her dress while she was a student at Gotham State..” Lydia sat back on the floor next to the struggling librarian.
“I bet there will be quite the uproar about how the Police Commissioner’s daughter was found dead in a VERY compromising situation..” Lydia pulled a small plastic bag from her belt and started preparing a rolling paper. “I am willing to bet they will find all sorts of goodies when they start searching your apartment. I bet you have a box of vibrators and fuzzy handcuffs under the bed.”
‘More than just a box,’ Barbara thought to herself
With an experienced hand, Lydia measured out a small amount of cannabis and rolled what looked to Barbara like a very professional joint.
“I doubt daddy is going to be that interested in pursuing what happened to his little girl…” Lydia pulled out a light and lit up the illicit cigarette. “I am sorry, I forgot there is no smoking in the restricted stacks…” She puffed on it just enough to get the ember burning.
“I am being so rude… Would you like a hit, Barb?” Lydia took a long drag off the joint and leaned over to grab Barbara by the back of her head and forced her mouth over Barbara’s.
As they kissed, Lydia shotgunned the smoke into Barbara’s lung. This wasn’t Barbara’s first rodeo, but she couldn’t let Lydia know it.
Lydia let her mouth linger on Barbara’s. Business was business, Lydia’s love of literature had given her a taste for the dramatic and she found herself turned on, getting high and making out with the Police Commissioners daughter, very High School slasher novel, she thought.
Lydia could feel Barbara relaxing and starting to kiss back. Lydia knew she couldn’t stay for ever, but she was realizing why powerful women kept finding their way to this librarian. Lydia kissed Barbara some more and they let their tongues play together.
Her hand dropped the half smoked roach and made its way down between Barbara’s open thighs.
Barbara’s hips were grinding against Lydia’s aggressive touch. A moist patch forming in her panties.
“Uncuff me,” Barbara whispered in Lydia’s ear as her pussy was being rubbed.
Lydia groaned in frustration…. A part of her wanted to explore this tight little body some more, but her rational brain took back control.
“Ughhh, you almost had me” Lydia pushed away from Barbara. She sat next to the stoned, sexy librarian. “I might be high, but I am not that high.”
“A girl can try,” was all Barbara could manage in her stoned condition.
Lydia leaned in and kissed her, “she can… but, regrettably… I have to kill you now…” Lydia picked up the joint, re-lit it and pulled a plastic bag out of her from where she produced the smoking materials. She took a drag from the cannabis and blew into the bag. “I am way high enough, but I have to get out of here soon.” She kissed Barbara one last time and put the bag over her head.
Barbara was stoned, but she was now inhaling even more of the pot smoke. She was barely awake when Lydia pulled the bag off. “I thinks that’s enough”
“I would hate to think you would sleep through your own murder…” Lydia stood up unsteadily and smoothed her outfit. She stuffed the bag into her clutch purse and wiped down the places she touched with the rag she used when she gassed her victim. She held the remains of the joint in her fingers and lit the end one last time and held it up to the smoke detector just above where Barbara was laying.
The detector started flashing its light. Instead of the expected whine, it just flashed impotently.
“Too bad there was a fault in the wiring, Barbara. The fire suppression will start flooding the room with inert gas to protect all these precious books from the flames, but you’ll suffocate in the next fifteen minutes or so.”
Compressed gas above the book shelves started to flood the room. Lydia Knelt down and kissed the half conscious Barbara. She stuffed the small thick cloth into her mouth. It barely fit inside the Barbara’s small, kissable lips. Lydia was very tipsy from shotgunning the pot smoke into her victim, had to fight hard not getting distracted by the bound and vulnerable librarian. The entire episode was making her extremely horny and she had been extremely tempted to take Barbara up on the offer to uncuff her. She finished the gag with the purple silk scarf Barbara had worn as an accent to her green dress.
She rubbed her inner thighs at the thought of fucking Barbara Gordon properly… but, she knew it was the cannabis talking.
“Hic tandem felicis conduntur reliquiae, Here at last the happy remains are laid.” Lydia stood up. “You might recognize Poe’s epitaph, I thought it would be a nice touch.”
Is this the Poe-tential end of Barbara Gordon?
Has Lydia written Batgirl’s epitaph?
Is Barbara finished, before Lydia? Who’s going to Bogart that roach?
Find out in the next Bat-chapter,
Same Bat-channel, Same Bat-time
Barbara was slowly coming to. The smell of the gas was fruity and sweet and had permeated the fabric of her dress. It took a few minutes for her to regain her faculties. She had groaned a bit at first, but as she regained consciousness, she lay limp on the cold floor of the rare book room, listening, thinking.
“Come now Barbara, we both know you are awake. No need for faking.” Barbara could feel the long dexterous fingers playing with the short black bob of hair. “Its time for you to give the usual ‘You’ll never get away with this’ speech. One of my favorite parts of these stories.”
“Fuck you, Lydia,” was all that Barbara could muster. She pulled at her wrists.They had been handcuffed together and she could feel her legs pulled back. Lydia had hogcuffed her face down on one of the tired old couches. Lydia grabbed Barbara by the shoulder and rolled her over on her side.
“Aren’t you going to tell me that Batman will catch me or that your father will have the entire GCPD hunting me down?”
“Didn’t I already tell you to fuck off?” Barbara was pissed, but there was no way she was going to say Batman anything, even to keep her cover.
“Miss Gordon… Barbara, are you familiar with the term, ‘death by misadventure?’” Lydia toyed with the handcuffs holding Barbara in her hogtie. “As daughter of Commissioner Gordon, I’m sure you have.” She smiled at her victim. She wasn’t really testing the cuffs, she was enjoying the moment.
“It’s the euphemism police like to use when someone dies accidentally in an embarrassing situation. The drunk that falls off a balcony while trying to grab a pidgeon…. The business man that dies of auto-erotic asphyxiation in a hotel room. Not suicide, just poor judgment…”
“Well, it is Friday night, Barbara Gordon is locking up the Library, turns off the video surveillance and decides to rub one out in the rare book section while looking at an early, illustrated edition of Justine, by the Marquis De Sade.” She opened the book and placed it near Barbara’s head.
“You won't get away with this Lydia!” Barbara pulled, futilely at the cuffs.
“A first edition of Tamerlane sold for $600,000. This one was Poe’s personnel copy, with hand written annotations. I know a few private libraries that would pay twice that for this copy.”
“And,” Lydia pulled a small book from her clutch, “Gotham Police won’t even know it’s missing.” She flipped through the copy. “Not the best fake, but the cover is perfect and it may be years before someone that can tell the difference realizes there was a switch.”
Lydia slipped the fake back into the shelf. “They won’t even think twice when they come to find your body in a day or two…”
“How do you think anyone will think this was an accident” Barbara was tugging at the short chains of the cuffs.
“Oh come Barbara, or should I say ‘cum’? I did my homework on you.” She looked up theatrically, “at Gotham state you were making quite the rounds, on the low down… Pinky Pinkston the CEO of Genital Electric? She had quite the reputation for ‘research and development’. I bet she has a whole toy line dedicated to you…. Rich older woman and her subby little friend…
“Or how about, Queen Bess of Belgravia? I know the Belgravian’s do love their sklaven culture… You two were quite inseparable after Catwoman tried to steal her dress while she was a student at Gotham State..” Lydia sat back on the floor next to the struggling librarian.
“I bet there will be quite the uproar about how the Police Commissioner’s daughter was found dead in a VERY compromising situation..” Lydia pulled a small plastic bag from her belt and started preparing a rolling paper. “I am willing to bet they will find all sorts of goodies when they start searching your apartment. I bet you have a box of vibrators and fuzzy handcuffs under the bed.”
‘More than just a box,’ Barbara thought to herself
With an experienced hand, Lydia measured out a small amount of cannabis and rolled what looked to Barbara like a very professional joint.
“I doubt daddy is going to be that interested in pursuing what happened to his little girl…” Lydia pulled out a light and lit up the illicit cigarette. “I am sorry, I forgot there is no smoking in the restricted stacks…” She puffed on it just enough to get the ember burning.
“I am being so rude… Would you like a hit, Barb?” Lydia took a long drag off the joint and leaned over to grab Barbara by the back of her head and forced her mouth over Barbara’s.
As they kissed, Lydia shotgunned the smoke into Barbara’s lung. This wasn’t Barbara’s first rodeo, but she couldn’t let Lydia know it.
Lydia let her mouth linger on Barbara’s. Business was business, Lydia’s love of literature had given her a taste for the dramatic and she found herself turned on, getting high and making out with the Police Commissioners daughter, very High School slasher novel, she thought.
Lydia could feel Barbara relaxing and starting to kiss back. Lydia knew she couldn’t stay for ever, but she was realizing why powerful women kept finding their way to this librarian. Lydia kissed Barbara some more and they let their tongues play together.
Her hand dropped the half smoked roach and made its way down between Barbara’s open thighs.
Barbara’s hips were grinding against Lydia’s aggressive touch. A moist patch forming in her panties.
“Uncuff me,” Barbara whispered in Lydia’s ear as her pussy was being rubbed.
Lydia groaned in frustration…. A part of her wanted to explore this tight little body some more, but her rational brain took back control.
“Ughhh, you almost had me” Lydia pushed away from Barbara. She sat next to the stoned, sexy librarian. “I might be high, but I am not that high.”
“A girl can try,” was all Barbara could manage in her stoned condition.
Lydia leaned in and kissed her, “she can… but, regrettably… I have to kill you now…” Lydia picked up the joint, re-lit it and pulled a plastic bag out of her from where she produced the smoking materials. She took a drag from the cannabis and blew into the bag. “I am way high enough, but I have to get out of here soon.” She kissed Barbara one last time and put the bag over her head.
Barbara was stoned, but she was now inhaling even more of the pot smoke. She was barely awake when Lydia pulled the bag off. “I thinks that’s enough”
“I would hate to think you would sleep through your own murder…” Lydia stood up unsteadily and smoothed her outfit. She stuffed the bag into her clutch purse and wiped down the places she touched with the rag she used when she gassed her victim. She held the remains of the joint in her fingers and lit the end one last time and held it up to the smoke detector just above where Barbara was laying.
The detector started flashing its light. Instead of the expected whine, it just flashed impotently.
“Too bad there was a fault in the wiring, Barbara. The fire suppression will start flooding the room with inert gas to protect all these precious books from the flames, but you’ll suffocate in the next fifteen minutes or so.”
Compressed gas above the book shelves started to flood the room. Lydia Knelt down and kissed the half conscious Barbara. She stuffed the small thick cloth into her mouth. It barely fit inside the Barbara’s small, kissable lips. Lydia was very tipsy from shotgunning the pot smoke into her victim, had to fight hard not getting distracted by the bound and vulnerable librarian. The entire episode was making her extremely horny and she had been extremely tempted to take Barbara up on the offer to uncuff her. She finished the gag with the purple silk scarf Barbara had worn as an accent to her green dress.
She rubbed her inner thighs at the thought of fucking Barbara Gordon properly… but, she knew it was the cannabis talking.
“Hic tandem felicis conduntur reliquiae, Here at last the happy remains are laid.” Lydia stood up. “You might recognize Poe’s epitaph, I thought it would be a nice touch.”
Is this the Poe-tential end of Barbara Gordon?
Has Lydia written Batgirl’s epitaph?
Is Barbara finished, before Lydia? Who’s going to Bogart that roach?
Find out in the next Bat-chapter,
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Great cliffhanger!!
I'm totally in love with the story. From the beginning I was on the edge of my seat!
I hope Barbara will find a way to escape and will send that red devil girl behind bars!
I'm totally in love with the story. From the beginning I was on the edge of my seat!
I hope Barbara will find a way to escape and will send that red devil girl behind bars!
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She is going to put an eye out with one of those....
Thanks for the image...
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C=Nice peril.
Can Barbara escape before asphyxiation?
Can Barbara track down Miss Limpet?
Will Lydia decide to stick to Barbara and see what else she can do besides kiss?
Will she make Barbara do what she said when she woke up? (Scroll up to see what that was)
Can Barbara escape before asphyxiation?
Can Barbara track down Miss Limpet?
Will Lydia decide to stick to Barbara and see what else she can do besides kiss?
Will she make Barbara do what she said when she woke up? (Scroll up to see what that was)
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My way of saying, I appreciate another one of your good stories!
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Part 3
Barbara lolled on the coarse upholstery of the reading nook couch. She hadn’t smoked weed in a very long time and Lydia had done a spectacular job of getting her high as a kite.
Rolling onto her stomach, Barbara looked around the room dreamily. The gag was stuffed thick in her mouth and her purple scarf held it tight in place. No matter how hard she would scream, virtually no sound would make it beyond the thick fireproof doors of the restricted viewing room of the library.
Barbara chewed at the gag. “At least, Lympet knew how to make a proper stuff gag,” she thought.
The cuffs were tight on her ankles and wrists and her back was arched almost to the point of immobility. “I wish she would use ropes, these are going leave marks all over my wrists and ankles.”
“How am I supposed to rub one out in this position? If I was going accidentally kill myself in self-bondage, I would at least make sure I could reach my pussy.” Barbara thought about what she had hidden under the bed of her apartment. The box of dildos were mostly trophies from her college days. She did have a select few from her times as Batgirl, like the leather one from the fuck chair Lady Prudence had used when she tried to frame Lord Phogg for her rape/murder in Londinium… and the one from the Sybian that Nora Clavicle had used when she was trapped to be fucked and strangled by the Choke-bot to frame Bruce Wayne for her murder.
Barbara lay one couch watching the slow emer of the joint burning down on carpet next to the couch. There was a pattern in there…. She knew it…. But her mind was too foggy to comprehend. She listened to the hiss of Nitrogen into the room watched as the cool gas pooled on the floor, condensing into a thin fog.
She watched the ember of the smoldering joint winked out from lack of oxygen…
“Oh… yeah… death trap… I had better get out here soon….” Barbara arched her back and struggle to reach the mechanism on the cuff. It took a moment for her fingers. Which were starting to numb up to find the pressure points she was looking for…
The cuffs popped apart and then with a few shakes pulled her wrists free.
Barbara rolled off the couch and sat drunkenly on the floor. “Cheap cuffs. The least she could do is buy quality…” Barbara left the gag in as she reached over and picked the keys off the floor. She undid the ankle cuffs and chewed on the stuffing of the gag. Reaching behind her head, she pulled at the knot.
Unwrapping the scarf from her mouth, she spit out the rag. “Ahh, at least she knew how to make a decent gag… Damn, she stretched out the scarf… it is never going to look proper again…” Barbara got up and stumbled towards the door. The gas was quickly filling her room and Barbara instinctively knew that she needed to get out before the oxygen was completely displaced.
Barbara pushed open the door into the library proper. There was a wooshing sound as the fire smothering nitrogen flushed out through the opening door.
Taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, she realized how stuffy and the rare book collection had become.
If Limpet had gotten her a little more stoned Barbara would have almost certainly passed out and suffocated inside. “Well Daddy isn’t going to get to see what was under my bed today….”
Barbara made her way to the Library entrance. Sure enough, Lydia had locked up the front of the building as if everyone had gone for the night.
With the fresh clean air filling her lungs, Barbara felt better and decided that she needed awhile for her buzz to wear off before she left work.
She collapsed in her leather office chair and started to check what Lydia had done with the one security camera that monitored the rare books. Sure enough, the camera had been turned off and a blank tape swapped for the original.
“Good thing, I planted my own surveillance cameras in the library.” When Barbara had invested in making her own portable crime surveillance system, she had practiced setting it up in the Library. With a few clicks of her keyboard, Barbara was watching Lydia Limpet coming into the Main Branch talking with Barbara and moving to the Rare Books. She switched cameras and had video of Lydia gassing Barbara and dragging her to the reading nook. Mercifully, the cameras were aimed at the shelves. The video didn’t directly show Lydia molesting her or getting her high. It did show Lydia stealing the book and activating the fire suppression system.
“Thank god, the cameras didn't have any footage of her snogging me or rubbing my pussy” Barbara thought. “Just what I don’t need, more spank bait for the Boy Wonder to jerk off to… or O’Hara for that matter.“
Barbara cut out her self rescue, deciding that Batgirl was going to at least get credit for this close call.
Still feeling groggy from the pot, and possibly the knockout gas, Barbara picked up her phone. She only got her voice mail. “Hey Amanda, this is Batgirl…. Something happened at my day job and I am going to have to pass on going on a crime patrol tonight. If you go out, stick with just observations. Don’t go busting down doors with no back-up. Stay safe…”
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Barbara stepped out of the shower and started rubbing herself down with a towel. A long hot shower had done her wonders. She still felt a little hung over from her afternoon of drugging and debauchery.
But now she was more pissed than tired. She was not interested in Lydia Limpet getting one over on her and getting away with probably the most valuable book in the entire library collection.
Instead of throwing on some old sweats and sleeping off the rest of her hangover, Barbara started thinking strategically. Lydia had the book. She thought she had left Barbara for dead in the rare book collection. There was a short window between the time Barbara got out of the death trap and the time Lydia found out her plan was going sideways.
Barbara went to her bedroom and looked at her parakeet Charlie. He was gnawing away at the crotch of a headless Batman action figure. He looked up and let out a low whistle “Harder Marie, harder” and punctuated it with the imitation sound of a paddle hitting flesh.
“Charlie, I you can keep me company while I change into Batgirl, but I am starting to wonder
where to put you when I have guests over.” She pressed the secret button that gave her access to her secret Batgirl changing room and batgirl-cycle port.
As soon as Barbara dropped her towel, Charlie gave an appreciative whistle.
“Shoosh bird… Now if you were stealing rare Gothic books in Gotham, where would you go? Charlie? She can’t just sell it and she and she doesn’t want anyone to know she stole it… What can you do with a stolen book?”
She was wriggling into her skin tight Batgirl costume when Charlie helpfully chimed in “Dildo! Dildo!”
“Well, that wasn’t very helpful, Charlie.” Barbara was pulling on her purple batgirl boots and then fixed her cowl and red wig over her brunette pixie cut. Charlie clucked happily as he continued to emasculate what was left of his Batman action figure.
Barbara sat down at her Bat-computer. She started to look through her listings of antiquarian bookshops located in Gotham. Because of her status as Librarian in charge of the rare books at Gotham Main Library, Barbara was well versed in rare and collectable books. Most of the book sellers she knew personally and would be aware if any of them were on the shady side. Most were reputable, as she went through the list, a few popped out as the types that would occasionally fence an item of questionable origin. But know of them would be willing to stick their necks out on such a well known and unique copy.
There was one that caught Barbara’s ‘Valuable Volumes,’ the owner Oscar Leatherback had passed away. The shop had closed while it was in probate. Arch criminals would sometimes hold up in closed businesses and abandoned factories, but Barbara had been helping the family inventory the shop, so she had been in the building only a few days ago and it was certainly not big enough for a typical hideout.
Barbara went through as many of the book related buildings as she could think of. None of them seemed like good candidates for a front for an arch-criminal. Lydia Limpet seemed to fit the profile for an arch criminal.
The crime was audacious. It was very well planned. Lydia had detailed knowledge about the book, the library and its schedule. She had also done a more than thorough job researhing in the librarian on duty.
Barbara had always been meticulous in keeping her dalliances with other women very discrete. It bothered her to know that a complete stranger had found out about her relationship with both Pinky Pinkston and Queen Bess of Belgravia. At least she hadn’t made the connection between Barbara and Batgirl. If she had, the death trap in the library would have almost certainly been considerably more lethal.
“I don’t know, Charlie. What am I missing?” Barbara rubbed the forehead of her cowl. “What am I not seeing?”
Charlie squawked and applied his can opener like beak to the midsection of his action figure.
“Poe-girl, Poe-girl” he squawked as he finally succeeded in splitting the toy in half.
Barbara looked at the bird. Usually she hated the speed that he picked up new words and phrases. Often spitting them back at her at the least opportune times. The one thing that had saved him was that he was shy around most people and very seldom gave public demonstrations of his ever expanding vocabulary of things she wished he had never learned.
“Poe-girl?” Barbara slapped her hand on the table. “Of course… I’ve been thinking this crime was about stealing a book! Maybe it isn’t? Maybe it’s about stealing a Poe book!”
Barbara sat up at her computer and started searching through all the possible combinations of Poe’s characters and themes that she could think of… The Tell-Tale Heart, The Black Cat, Tamerlane… Everything Poe wrote, The Lake, which was what Lydia quoted as she gassed Barbara.
Thinking about it, Barbara turned her attention to the more macabre stories by Poe. Lydia was willing to kill to steal this one book and it wasn’t in a ghoulish death-trap, to cover her actions…
Poe was the master of the Master of gothic horror. Barbara started focusing on the darker stories.
There it was. Barbara just knew instantly that she had found the right place. Fortunato’s Wine Cellar. The wholesale liquor distributor had been out of business for several years. Their warehouse was one of the older buildings, dating back to the early nineteenth century and was in a part of Gotham near the waterfront that was perpetually on the verge of Yuppification.
Fortunato was the victim walled up and left to die in one of Edgar Allan Poe’s most famous stories, The Cask of Amontillado.
Barbara knew instinctively that this was the perfect lair for Lydia… Just obtuse enough that most would miss the connection, but clever enough that arch- criminals would pat themselves on the back for being overlooked…
It could be a trap, Barbara realized, but Lydia did not know that Barbara hadn’t died just as she had intended and she wouldn’t expect that the body would be found for at least a day, or possibly the entire weekend.
Is Batgirl going to impose an overdue fine on Lydia Limpet?
Or is Lydia going to write the final Chapter of Batgirl’s story?
Find out next episode,
Same Bat-time, same Bat-channel
Barbara lolled on the coarse upholstery of the reading nook couch. She hadn’t smoked weed in a very long time and Lydia had done a spectacular job of getting her high as a kite.
Rolling onto her stomach, Barbara looked around the room dreamily. The gag was stuffed thick in her mouth and her purple scarf held it tight in place. No matter how hard she would scream, virtually no sound would make it beyond the thick fireproof doors of the restricted viewing room of the library.
Barbara chewed at the gag. “At least, Lympet knew how to make a proper stuff gag,” she thought.
The cuffs were tight on her ankles and wrists and her back was arched almost to the point of immobility. “I wish she would use ropes, these are going leave marks all over my wrists and ankles.”
“How am I supposed to rub one out in this position? If I was going accidentally kill myself in self-bondage, I would at least make sure I could reach my pussy.” Barbara thought about what she had hidden under the bed of her apartment. The box of dildos were mostly trophies from her college days. She did have a select few from her times as Batgirl, like the leather one from the fuck chair Lady Prudence had used when she tried to frame Lord Phogg for her rape/murder in Londinium… and the one from the Sybian that Nora Clavicle had used when she was trapped to be fucked and strangled by the Choke-bot to frame Bruce Wayne for her murder.
Barbara lay one couch watching the slow emer of the joint burning down on carpet next to the couch. There was a pattern in there…. She knew it…. But her mind was too foggy to comprehend. She listened to the hiss of Nitrogen into the room watched as the cool gas pooled on the floor, condensing into a thin fog.
She watched the ember of the smoldering joint winked out from lack of oxygen…
“Oh… yeah… death trap… I had better get out here soon….” Barbara arched her back and struggle to reach the mechanism on the cuff. It took a moment for her fingers. Which were starting to numb up to find the pressure points she was looking for…
The cuffs popped apart and then with a few shakes pulled her wrists free.
Barbara rolled off the couch and sat drunkenly on the floor. “Cheap cuffs. The least she could do is buy quality…” Barbara left the gag in as she reached over and picked the keys off the floor. She undid the ankle cuffs and chewed on the stuffing of the gag. Reaching behind her head, she pulled at the knot.
Unwrapping the scarf from her mouth, she spit out the rag. “Ahh, at least she knew how to make a decent gag… Damn, she stretched out the scarf… it is never going to look proper again…” Barbara got up and stumbled towards the door. The gas was quickly filling her room and Barbara instinctively knew that she needed to get out before the oxygen was completely displaced.
Barbara pushed open the door into the library proper. There was a wooshing sound as the fire smothering nitrogen flushed out through the opening door.
Taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, she realized how stuffy and the rare book collection had become.
If Limpet had gotten her a little more stoned Barbara would have almost certainly passed out and suffocated inside. “Well Daddy isn’t going to get to see what was under my bed today….”
Barbara made her way to the Library entrance. Sure enough, Lydia had locked up the front of the building as if everyone had gone for the night.
With the fresh clean air filling her lungs, Barbara felt better and decided that she needed awhile for her buzz to wear off before she left work.
She collapsed in her leather office chair and started to check what Lydia had done with the one security camera that monitored the rare books. Sure enough, the camera had been turned off and a blank tape swapped for the original.
“Good thing, I planted my own surveillance cameras in the library.” When Barbara had invested in making her own portable crime surveillance system, she had practiced setting it up in the Library. With a few clicks of her keyboard, Barbara was watching Lydia Limpet coming into the Main Branch talking with Barbara and moving to the Rare Books. She switched cameras and had video of Lydia gassing Barbara and dragging her to the reading nook. Mercifully, the cameras were aimed at the shelves. The video didn’t directly show Lydia molesting her or getting her high. It did show Lydia stealing the book and activating the fire suppression system.
“Thank god, the cameras didn't have any footage of her snogging me or rubbing my pussy” Barbara thought. “Just what I don’t need, more spank bait for the Boy Wonder to jerk off to… or O’Hara for that matter.“
Barbara cut out her self rescue, deciding that Batgirl was going to at least get credit for this close call.
Still feeling groggy from the pot, and possibly the knockout gas, Barbara picked up her phone. She only got her voice mail. “Hey Amanda, this is Batgirl…. Something happened at my day job and I am going to have to pass on going on a crime patrol tonight. If you go out, stick with just observations. Don’t go busting down doors with no back-up. Stay safe…”
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Barbara stepped out of the shower and started rubbing herself down with a towel. A long hot shower had done her wonders. She still felt a little hung over from her afternoon of drugging and debauchery.
But now she was more pissed than tired. She was not interested in Lydia Limpet getting one over on her and getting away with probably the most valuable book in the entire library collection.
Instead of throwing on some old sweats and sleeping off the rest of her hangover, Barbara started thinking strategically. Lydia had the book. She thought she had left Barbara for dead in the rare book collection. There was a short window between the time Barbara got out of the death trap and the time Lydia found out her plan was going sideways.
Barbara went to her bedroom and looked at her parakeet Charlie. He was gnawing away at the crotch of a headless Batman action figure. He looked up and let out a low whistle “Harder Marie, harder” and punctuated it with the imitation sound of a paddle hitting flesh.
“Charlie, I you can keep me company while I change into Batgirl, but I am starting to wonder
where to put you when I have guests over.” She pressed the secret button that gave her access to her secret Batgirl changing room and batgirl-cycle port.
As soon as Barbara dropped her towel, Charlie gave an appreciative whistle.
“Shoosh bird… Now if you were stealing rare Gothic books in Gotham, where would you go? Charlie? She can’t just sell it and she and she doesn’t want anyone to know she stole it… What can you do with a stolen book?”
She was wriggling into her skin tight Batgirl costume when Charlie helpfully chimed in “Dildo! Dildo!”
“Well, that wasn’t very helpful, Charlie.” Barbara was pulling on her purple batgirl boots and then fixed her cowl and red wig over her brunette pixie cut. Charlie clucked happily as he continued to emasculate what was left of his Batman action figure.
Barbara sat down at her Bat-computer. She started to look through her listings of antiquarian bookshops located in Gotham. Because of her status as Librarian in charge of the rare books at Gotham Main Library, Barbara was well versed in rare and collectable books. Most of the book sellers she knew personally and would be aware if any of them were on the shady side. Most were reputable, as she went through the list, a few popped out as the types that would occasionally fence an item of questionable origin. But know of them would be willing to stick their necks out on such a well known and unique copy.
There was one that caught Barbara’s ‘Valuable Volumes,’ the owner Oscar Leatherback had passed away. The shop had closed while it was in probate. Arch criminals would sometimes hold up in closed businesses and abandoned factories, but Barbara had been helping the family inventory the shop, so she had been in the building only a few days ago and it was certainly not big enough for a typical hideout.
Barbara went through as many of the book related buildings as she could think of. None of them seemed like good candidates for a front for an arch-criminal. Lydia Limpet seemed to fit the profile for an arch criminal.
The crime was audacious. It was very well planned. Lydia had detailed knowledge about the book, the library and its schedule. She had also done a more than thorough job researhing in the librarian on duty.
Barbara had always been meticulous in keeping her dalliances with other women very discrete. It bothered her to know that a complete stranger had found out about her relationship with both Pinky Pinkston and Queen Bess of Belgravia. At least she hadn’t made the connection between Barbara and Batgirl. If she had, the death trap in the library would have almost certainly been considerably more lethal.
“I don’t know, Charlie. What am I missing?” Barbara rubbed the forehead of her cowl. “What am I not seeing?”
Charlie squawked and applied his can opener like beak to the midsection of his action figure.
“Poe-girl, Poe-girl” he squawked as he finally succeeded in splitting the toy in half.
Barbara looked at the bird. Usually she hated the speed that he picked up new words and phrases. Often spitting them back at her at the least opportune times. The one thing that had saved him was that he was shy around most people and very seldom gave public demonstrations of his ever expanding vocabulary of things she wished he had never learned.
“Poe-girl?” Barbara slapped her hand on the table. “Of course… I’ve been thinking this crime was about stealing a book! Maybe it isn’t? Maybe it’s about stealing a Poe book!”
Barbara sat up at her computer and started searching through all the possible combinations of Poe’s characters and themes that she could think of… The Tell-Tale Heart, The Black Cat, Tamerlane… Everything Poe wrote, The Lake, which was what Lydia quoted as she gassed Barbara.
Thinking about it, Barbara turned her attention to the more macabre stories by Poe. Lydia was willing to kill to steal this one book and it wasn’t in a ghoulish death-trap, to cover her actions…
Poe was the master of the Master of gothic horror. Barbara started focusing on the darker stories.
There it was. Barbara just knew instantly that she had found the right place. Fortunato’s Wine Cellar. The wholesale liquor distributor had been out of business for several years. Their warehouse was one of the older buildings, dating back to the early nineteenth century and was in a part of Gotham near the waterfront that was perpetually on the verge of Yuppification.
Fortunato was the victim walled up and left to die in one of Edgar Allan Poe’s most famous stories, The Cask of Amontillado.
Barbara knew instinctively that this was the perfect lair for Lydia… Just obtuse enough that most would miss the connection, but clever enough that arch- criminals would pat themselves on the back for being overlooked…
It could be a trap, Barbara realized, but Lydia did not know that Barbara hadn’t died just as she had intended and she wouldn’t expect that the body would be found for at least a day, or possibly the entire weekend.
Is Batgirl going to impose an overdue fine on Lydia Limpet?
Or is Lydia going to write the final Chapter of Batgirl’s story?
Find out next episode,
Same Bat-time, same Bat-channel
Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
Nice set up for an ending.
Does Lydia defeat Batgirl. Find out her true identity and instead of another death trap, make Barbara her personal librarian Then see why Barbara is so popular with old women.
I can't wait until moments have just past for Barbara, but a week for us.
Does Lydia defeat Batgirl. Find out her true identity and instead of another death trap, make Barbara her personal librarian Then see why Barbara is so popular with old women.
I can't wait until moments have just past for Barbara, but a week for us.
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Captivating and well written as usual from you. If miss Limpet knew Barbara is Batgirl, her escape, (with is nice by the way) would have been a lot more harder or close to impossible. And if Barbara is right, wich I hope, Batgirl and Lydian Limpet will be face to face and my dream is to see Lydia winning!
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Thanks sneakly, always a pleasure doing pics for you!
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Part 4
Barbara gunned her Batgirl-cycle through Gotham. The sun was long gone and Barbara was formulating a plan…
She needed to get the book back from Lydia before she had a chance to either deliver it to someone else or leave town with it. Lydia said she was not going to be in town in the morning. More than likely, it was just part of her ruse to convince Barbara to open the book vault while the library was empty.
It didn’t really matter, Batgirl had only until the library opening before Lydia discovered that she hadn’t killed Barbara. By then, the crook would have to flee or she might destroy the irreplacable book to hide evidence of trying to steal it. Lydia had taken the guest logs and the video out of the security cameras (she couldn’t know that Batgirl had set up a second set of security cameras inside the library).
Lydia Limpet was almost certainly an alias, and Barbara had no idea where she hailed from or where she might flee too.
Barbara had a list of likely places Lydia might be operating from. Fortunately, the years of fetishization that had been occurring among the arch criminals of Gotham had emphasized style and ghoulish humor over simple operational expediency. It had become the fashion for criminals to put hidden messages in the selection of lairs… King Tut was usually pretty easy to find, as was Joker (he had moved on from novelty joke factories to sexual novelty stores)… Most of them you only discovered after a crime spree had begun.
Amanda hadn’t returned her message. That bothered Barbara, Amanda as Robyn had been making a lot of progress. She was learning some of the combat skills Batgirl had been sharing with her, and she had also been paying attention to the principles of investigation, but she was not ready to find herself alone in an ally with a couple of goons.
Hopefully, if she was out on her own she would have the sense to keep Batgirl in the loop. If Riddler was in town, as she thought, he would be more interested in luring the “Boy” Wonder into a trap than Amanda.
Unfortunately, he usually kept a female side kick around to act as his “beard.” They had a nasty habit of turning out to be some rather nasty minded dykes…
Barbara had been on the lookout for Pauline, who had tried to help Riddler produce the snuff serial “Death in Slow Motion” was out of jail and unaccounted for. Barbara hoped that she and Riddler were not back in town looking to recast a sequel with Robyn.
As she pulled down Lush Lane, where Fortunato’s Wine Cellar had been located, Barbara killed the engine and her lights on her Batgirl-cycle, coasting through the dark streets. Her bike rolled past the empty building. It was completely dark inside. There were no visible lights peeking out, not even lights from exit signs or from behind painted out windows.
She was about to pop the clutch and start the engine to move onto the next address when she noticed a van parked on the side of the building. It was white and stood out in the dark.
“Gotham Bookmobile” was spelt out above the windshield. Babara let the bike continue to roll silently past the building. Maybe this was the right place after all.
She coasted down the street and pulled the into an abandoned lot that was cluttered with abandoned appliances and a rusted out shipping container.
Barbara hid her batgirl-cycle and headed back to the old building.
The Bookmobile was similar to the type the Gotham had used back when it could afford advocating literacy. The windshield was clear, aside from a thin layer of industrial soot. Barbara looked at the ground in front of the tires with her penlight. There were tire tracks in the soft earth. It hadn’t rained in a few days.
If this van had been here with the empty building all this time, tire tracks would have been washed away ages ago.
Barbara looked around the outside of the building. She discovered which door the van driver had been using, and the lock looked relatively straight forward to pick, but the risk that the door was wired was simply too high. There was a fire escape, but it looked like it was barely hanging on and it would would be another obvious place to wire an alarm.
There were gutters that lead up the side of the building, past several damaged windows. She could get inside through one of them without picking any locks or breaking any glass.
Barbara started her Bat-climb up the side of the building. This is very “Murder’s on the Rue Morgue” she thought as she climbed through one of the open windows. The floor by the window was partially rotted away by the exposure to years of weather.
Using her penlight, Barbara inspected the room, it encompassed the entire floor of the building. Like most old buildings from the 19th century, windows were spaced around the exterior walls, going almost floor to ceiling. A good number of them had been damaged or rotted completely through.
“Not the usual villain’s lair,” Barbara thought. Usually the buildings could at least keep the weather out and had some interior furnishings. This place was just empty. A few empty wine crates were scattered around. A broad central staircase led down to the lower levels and a freight winch was off to one side, providing a crude method of raising barrels of wine from one level to the next.
Barbara stood on the edge of the opening in the floor. She didn’t dare shine her light down the hatch, no way of knowing who or what might be lurking below. Her small light allowed her vision to adjust to the gloom inside the building.
At the bottom of the shaft, Barbara saw a sliver of moving light. It wasn't much, but was enough to alert her she was not alone in the building.
Looking back at the stairway, Barbara debated the idea of going to explore the lower levels.
“If I was going to set a trap for intruders, the stairs would be the best choke point…” Barbar thought. She looked up at the building’s rafters. A block and tackle hung from a beam directly over the gap in the floor. It looked solid, at least under the beam of her small light. It was on the fourth level of the old warehouse and it would be tricky, but a Bat-climb was safer than trying the unused stairs. Signs of rot were everywhere in the wooden floors. Would the stairs even hold
her modest weight?
Barbara pulled her Batarang and her bat-rope from her utility belt. She lined up her throw and pitched the weapon towards the rafter. It spun around the beam once and the titanium metal blade thunked into the wood with a satisfyingly solid sound.
Barbara bat-climbed down the hoist shaft. Starting from the second floor she slid down to the first floor. While still dangling from her bat-rope she shined her light pen light across the floor. Like the one above it, it suffered decades of neglect and was almost completely empty with a scattering of empty barrels.
She continued down into the basement of the build and what she assumed was the bottom of the shaft.
Shining her light across the basement, it was stocked with wooden wine racks. The walls and ceiling were made of brick arches and the floor was scattered with the remains of broken wine bottles.
As Barbara cleared herself from bat-rope and shined her light around the dark interior, there was no sign of the light that had attracted her attention. A stair and ramp at the far in of the cellar led up to a floor hatch on the first floor.
Barbara was about to give up and was beginning to get ready to climb back out of the cellar when she caught sight of the light again. This time it was coming from between the boards at her feet.
She listened carefully. There was not a sound, just the dim glow of a light somewhere below.
Scanning with her light Barbara saw three irregular boards sitting next to each other across the bottom of the shaft. Kneeling down, Barbara was able to pry up one of the planks with the sharp edge of a Batarang. Lifting out the two remaining planks revealed a stout wooden ladder leading to a sub-basement.
The ceiling in this area was even lower than that of the upper chamber. The chambers were considerably smaller and even more dank. The wooden racks in this area were partly filled with dust cover bottles and the floor was free of broken glass.
This must have been the private stock, Barbara thought as reached the bottom of the ladder. She scanned the area. The source of light was a single incandescent bulb in a metal cage anchored to the wall by a metal conduit.
It hung above a roll top wooden desk. On the desk was a neat stack of accounting ledgers. Next to the books was a small capped bottle and an e’claire with “eat me” written in cursive across it top.
“Not fucking likely” Barbara said to herself. She lifted a little paper tag on the bottle. “Drink me” was written across it in the same neat cursive.
Barbara looked down at the choices. “How about neither.” She looked back at the hatch. This was a little grimey for Lydia. She didn’t look like the type that would hole-up in a damp sub-basement.
“This was just a red herring” Barbara thought. Make me waste my time while Lydia escaped out of town with the copy of Tamerlane. She looked at the old desk. She pulled open the drawers and saw blank note cars, replacement pen nibs, a spare bottle of ink.
She looked at the old accounting ledgers, she flipped open the first one. It was dated 1932, late prohibition. That explained hidden floor boards. She moved to the second book in the stack.
Barbara flipped to the second ledger. She absent mindedly flipped open the cover as pondered her next move. A cloud of red-purple gas jetted up into her face. Barbara gasped as she stepped back in surprise, avoiding the bulk of it.
She coughed as her lungs tried to expel the vapors. She felt her tongue and mouth going numb and the sensation spreading through her body. She staggered slightly as she moved away from the desk and colored fog that just hung in the air above the book, slowly dissipating.
“You really should have tried the e’claire, they are quite good.” Lydia stepped from a passage hidden behind one of the wine racks. “The Amontillado is gone to vinegar, but I needed to keep with the theme.”
Lydia was watching Batgirl gasp for air as the drugs took effect. She reached down and picked up the e’claire and took a bite out of it as she watched the heroine succumb to the gas.
“Don’t worry Batgirl, it’s not poison…” she took another bite of cake. “But, I suppose that might have been more humane”
Barbara slipped to the floor, fighting a losing battle against unconsciousness.
Is Batgirl going down the rabbit hole?
Or does Lydia have another hole in mind?
Find out in the next illicit episode,
Same Bat-time, same Bat-channel!
Barbara gunned her Batgirl-cycle through Gotham. The sun was long gone and Barbara was formulating a plan…
She needed to get the book back from Lydia before she had a chance to either deliver it to someone else or leave town with it. Lydia said she was not going to be in town in the morning. More than likely, it was just part of her ruse to convince Barbara to open the book vault while the library was empty.
It didn’t really matter, Batgirl had only until the library opening before Lydia discovered that she hadn’t killed Barbara. By then, the crook would have to flee or she might destroy the irreplacable book to hide evidence of trying to steal it. Lydia had taken the guest logs and the video out of the security cameras (she couldn’t know that Batgirl had set up a second set of security cameras inside the library).
Lydia Limpet was almost certainly an alias, and Barbara had no idea where she hailed from or where she might flee too.
Barbara had a list of likely places Lydia might be operating from. Fortunately, the years of fetishization that had been occurring among the arch criminals of Gotham had emphasized style and ghoulish humor over simple operational expediency. It had become the fashion for criminals to put hidden messages in the selection of lairs… King Tut was usually pretty easy to find, as was Joker (he had moved on from novelty joke factories to sexual novelty stores)… Most of them you only discovered after a crime spree had begun.
Amanda hadn’t returned her message. That bothered Barbara, Amanda as Robyn had been making a lot of progress. She was learning some of the combat skills Batgirl had been sharing with her, and she had also been paying attention to the principles of investigation, but she was not ready to find herself alone in an ally with a couple of goons.
Hopefully, if she was out on her own she would have the sense to keep Batgirl in the loop. If Riddler was in town, as she thought, he would be more interested in luring the “Boy” Wonder into a trap than Amanda.
Unfortunately, he usually kept a female side kick around to act as his “beard.” They had a nasty habit of turning out to be some rather nasty minded dykes…
Barbara had been on the lookout for Pauline, who had tried to help Riddler produce the snuff serial “Death in Slow Motion” was out of jail and unaccounted for. Barbara hoped that she and Riddler were not back in town looking to recast a sequel with Robyn.
As she pulled down Lush Lane, where Fortunato’s Wine Cellar had been located, Barbara killed the engine and her lights on her Batgirl-cycle, coasting through the dark streets. Her bike rolled past the empty building. It was completely dark inside. There were no visible lights peeking out, not even lights from exit signs or from behind painted out windows.
She was about to pop the clutch and start the engine to move onto the next address when she noticed a van parked on the side of the building. It was white and stood out in the dark.
“Gotham Bookmobile” was spelt out above the windshield. Babara let the bike continue to roll silently past the building. Maybe this was the right place after all.
She coasted down the street and pulled the into an abandoned lot that was cluttered with abandoned appliances and a rusted out shipping container.
Barbara hid her batgirl-cycle and headed back to the old building.
The Bookmobile was similar to the type the Gotham had used back when it could afford advocating literacy. The windshield was clear, aside from a thin layer of industrial soot. Barbara looked at the ground in front of the tires with her penlight. There were tire tracks in the soft earth. It hadn’t rained in a few days.
If this van had been here with the empty building all this time, tire tracks would have been washed away ages ago.
Barbara looked around the outside of the building. She discovered which door the van driver had been using, and the lock looked relatively straight forward to pick, but the risk that the door was wired was simply too high. There was a fire escape, but it looked like it was barely hanging on and it would would be another obvious place to wire an alarm.
There were gutters that lead up the side of the building, past several damaged windows. She could get inside through one of them without picking any locks or breaking any glass.
Barbara started her Bat-climb up the side of the building. This is very “Murder’s on the Rue Morgue” she thought as she climbed through one of the open windows. The floor by the window was partially rotted away by the exposure to years of weather.
Using her penlight, Barbara inspected the room, it encompassed the entire floor of the building. Like most old buildings from the 19th century, windows were spaced around the exterior walls, going almost floor to ceiling. A good number of them had been damaged or rotted completely through.
“Not the usual villain’s lair,” Barbara thought. Usually the buildings could at least keep the weather out and had some interior furnishings. This place was just empty. A few empty wine crates were scattered around. A broad central staircase led down to the lower levels and a freight winch was off to one side, providing a crude method of raising barrels of wine from one level to the next.
Barbara stood on the edge of the opening in the floor. She didn’t dare shine her light down the hatch, no way of knowing who or what might be lurking below. Her small light allowed her vision to adjust to the gloom inside the building.
At the bottom of the shaft, Barbara saw a sliver of moving light. It wasn't much, but was enough to alert her she was not alone in the building.
Looking back at the stairway, Barbara debated the idea of going to explore the lower levels.
“If I was going to set a trap for intruders, the stairs would be the best choke point…” Barbar thought. She looked up at the building’s rafters. A block and tackle hung from a beam directly over the gap in the floor. It looked solid, at least under the beam of her small light. It was on the fourth level of the old warehouse and it would be tricky, but a Bat-climb was safer than trying the unused stairs. Signs of rot were everywhere in the wooden floors. Would the stairs even hold
her modest weight?
Barbara pulled her Batarang and her bat-rope from her utility belt. She lined up her throw and pitched the weapon towards the rafter. It spun around the beam once and the titanium metal blade thunked into the wood with a satisfyingly solid sound.
Barbara bat-climbed down the hoist shaft. Starting from the second floor she slid down to the first floor. While still dangling from her bat-rope she shined her light pen light across the floor. Like the one above it, it suffered decades of neglect and was almost completely empty with a scattering of empty barrels.
She continued down into the basement of the build and what she assumed was the bottom of the shaft.
Shining her light across the basement, it was stocked with wooden wine racks. The walls and ceiling were made of brick arches and the floor was scattered with the remains of broken wine bottles.
As Barbara cleared herself from bat-rope and shined her light around the dark interior, there was no sign of the light that had attracted her attention. A stair and ramp at the far in of the cellar led up to a floor hatch on the first floor.
Barbara was about to give up and was beginning to get ready to climb back out of the cellar when she caught sight of the light again. This time it was coming from between the boards at her feet.
She listened carefully. There was not a sound, just the dim glow of a light somewhere below.
Scanning with her light Barbara saw three irregular boards sitting next to each other across the bottom of the shaft. Kneeling down, Barbara was able to pry up one of the planks with the sharp edge of a Batarang. Lifting out the two remaining planks revealed a stout wooden ladder leading to a sub-basement.
The ceiling in this area was even lower than that of the upper chamber. The chambers were considerably smaller and even more dank. The wooden racks in this area were partly filled with dust cover bottles and the floor was free of broken glass.
This must have been the private stock, Barbara thought as reached the bottom of the ladder. She scanned the area. The source of light was a single incandescent bulb in a metal cage anchored to the wall by a metal conduit.
It hung above a roll top wooden desk. On the desk was a neat stack of accounting ledgers. Next to the books was a small capped bottle and an e’claire with “eat me” written in cursive across it top.
“Not fucking likely” Barbara said to herself. She lifted a little paper tag on the bottle. “Drink me” was written across it in the same neat cursive.
Barbara looked down at the choices. “How about neither.” She looked back at the hatch. This was a little grimey for Lydia. She didn’t look like the type that would hole-up in a damp sub-basement.
“This was just a red herring” Barbara thought. Make me waste my time while Lydia escaped out of town with the copy of Tamerlane. She looked at the old desk. She pulled open the drawers and saw blank note cars, replacement pen nibs, a spare bottle of ink.
She looked at the old accounting ledgers, she flipped open the first one. It was dated 1932, late prohibition. That explained hidden floor boards. She moved to the second book in the stack.
Barbara flipped to the second ledger. She absent mindedly flipped open the cover as pondered her next move. A cloud of red-purple gas jetted up into her face. Barbara gasped as she stepped back in surprise, avoiding the bulk of it.
She coughed as her lungs tried to expel the vapors. She felt her tongue and mouth going numb and the sensation spreading through her body. She staggered slightly as she moved away from the desk and colored fog that just hung in the air above the book, slowly dissipating.
“You really should have tried the e’claire, they are quite good.” Lydia stepped from a passage hidden behind one of the wine racks. “The Amontillado is gone to vinegar, but I needed to keep with the theme.”
Lydia was watching Batgirl gasp for air as the drugs took effect. She reached down and picked up the e’claire and took a bite out of it as she watched the heroine succumb to the gas.
“Don’t worry Batgirl, it’s not poison…” she took another bite of cake. “But, I suppose that might have been more humane”
Barbara slipped to the floor, fighting a losing battle against unconsciousness.
Is Batgirl going down the rabbit hole?
Or does Lydia have another hole in mind?
Find out in the next illicit episode,
Same Bat-time, same Bat-channel!
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Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
A secret hidden basement of an old abandoned house, where nobody will find her if she needs help.
The gloomy atmosphere preparing audiences for negative events for Batgirl, installing piece by piece the setup of Batgirl's misfortune, Wow!
This is a masterpiece and I'm won't say enough how I love reading your stories. I'm going to visit my daughter today and will read her this next chapter.
She will love it and I forgot to tell you how much she did appreciate the Bat-Christmas you wrote me!
The gloomy atmosphere preparing audiences for negative events for Batgirl, installing piece by piece the setup of Batgirl's misfortune, Wow!
This is a masterpiece and I'm won't say enough how I love reading your stories. I'm going to visit my daughter today and will read her this next chapter.
She will love it and I forgot to tell you how much she did appreciate the Bat-Christmas you wrote me!
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Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
I wonder what will happen next? thanks you for the image!yc-batgirl wrote: ↑6 months agoA secret hidden basement of an old abandoned house, where nobody will find her if she needs help.
The gloomy atmosphere preparing audiences for negative events for Batgirl, installing piece by piece the setup of Batgirl's misfortune, Wow!
This is a masterpiece and I'm won't say enough how I love reading your stories. I'm going to visit my daughter today and will read her this next chapter.
She will love it and I forgot to tell you how much she did appreciate the Bat-Christmas you wrote me!
Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
Part 5
Barbara's head rolled to side. She was still groggy from whatever concoction had blasted her in the face. She had foggy memories of being dragged and lifted, ropes being applied and distant voices. Beyond those clouded thoughts, Barbara had little understanding of what was happening.
Ultimately, she passed into a drugged sleep that she was finally starting to leave. Her first sensations were that she was upright, not standing or even sitting, in the proper sense of the word.
She wanted to steady herself but her arms were secured behind her, locked in a box tie with wrists to elbow behind her back. Her cape draped inside her arms. Her hands secured well away from her Batgirl Utility Belt and any of the tools it might possess.
“Wakey-wakey, Batgirl!” Lydia waved some smelling salts under her nose.
“Ughh..” Batgirl let out a long slow groan at the nasty mint-ammonia stink passed under face. It had the desired effect of chasing the cobwebs from her head.
“What’s your game, Lydia?” Barbara's focus was turning back on to her here and now.
“You already know my name Batgirl? I am impressed.” Lydia put away the smelling salts as she watched Batgirl shake off the drugs.
“Barbara Gordon told me about your stealing the first edition of Tamerlane and Other Poems,” Barbara pulled at the ropes and tried to take stock of her predicament. She realized that in addition to the box tie holding her arms, ropes had been wrapped around her neck to keep her in an upright position.
“Really? Sadly, I was hoping that I would be keeping that secret to myself…” Lydia looked Batgirl straight in the cowl. She did like purple eye shadow, and her face did have something familiar about it. “I am sure, at least, that you will be keeping my secrets…”
“You aren’t going to get away with it. No one is going to fence a book that involves an attempted murder…” Barbara had absolutely no leverage with her arms pinned across her back.
“Who says I am attempting murder? I might have failed with the lovely Miss Gordon, but I am certainly not going to let you get away.” Lydia cupped Batgirl’s chin in her hand. “Of course, committing a murder and anyone ever finding out about it are two different things.”
“I bet the only two that know anything about the missing book are you and Miss Gordon…” Lydia tilted her head slightly and leaned into give a gentle kiss to her captive. “I think when I am done, I will have to pay our lovely librarian a visit and finish the job…”
Barbara tried to pull away from Lydia. The ropes around her neck kept her anchored in place. She couldn’t lower her head, but glanced down at her body. She was still groggy, but what she saw made her blood run cold.
She was sit atop what at first glance looked like a black upholstered saddle. Her calves were folded under her thighs. She knew exactly what Lydia planned.
“I see you’ve noticed a little more about your predicament..” Lydia reached down between Barbara’s legs and stroked the soft bare skin of her pussy. “That’s a Sybian you're riding atop. And there is enough big rubber cock inside you that you will never manage to get off it… Sorry about your costume, but no one is ever going to find you… So you needn’t be embarrassed.”
“You are familiar with the Gothic tales of horror from the delightful mind of Edgar Poe, are you not?”
“Fortunato’s Wine Cellar? Not the most imaginative hideout.” Barbara could feel the rubber cock inside her, her labia were resting on the small, soft fingery pad of the Sybian. There was no way Barbara was going to lift herself off the cock in her current position. Maybe if she could slide her legs out, but that would put all of her weight on the cock and the pad of the sex machine.
“Well, I needed to make sure the right people turned up in the right place.” Lydia smiled, “I have pretty low expectations for the dynamic duo these days… After the last time I was in Gotham, I certainly wouldn’t mind extracting some revenge. Drugging me, taking me back to their man cave.. I have no idea what the creepy duo did to me, while I was passed out, but at least it kept me and Bookworm out of jail…”
It finally clicked where she had heard of Lydia Lympet. She was the moll that Batman and Robin were accused of drugging and interrogating. It was one of their more spectacular failures. Lydia’s name was never released because her lawyer argued she was a sexual assault survivor. Bookworm and her had walked because the case had been so heavily tainted by her abduction and the illegal questioning. Gotham had even paid out hundreds of thousands to Lydia as compensation. Because of NDAs, Barbara only barely knew the story. Despite trying to publicly kill Batman and Robin (twice) they walked totally free with more loot in their pocket than the original plan was going to net.
“Killing them would have been revenge” Lydia brushed fingers down Barbara’s face. “Killing you is going to be just for pleasure…”
‘So how do you plan on accomplishing that?” Barbara tried to shift her weight on the Sybian and could feel the bulbous head of the dildo moving inside her.
“One of the recurrent themes in Poe’s writings were the fear of being buried alive.” She looked into Batgirl’s eyes. “It’s what happened to poor Fortunato and Madeline Usher… In Tell Tale Heart the man was chopped up and buried under the floorboard heart still beating… Quite the recurrent theme.”
Lydia Smiled, “of course, that was one of the great fears of the day, being buried before one was truly dead. For you I have a somewhat similar fate. Except I don’t anticipate that you shall have to wait days for it to happen.”
Lydia held up a purple ball gag on a black leather strap. “Sadly this cellar is not so sound proof as the catacombs beneath an Italian city…” She pulled back on Barbara’s hair as she forced the ball into her mouth. Her cowl was such a good fit that the attached wig barely moved.
Barbara tried to scream as the ball blocked off her mouth. Lydia was recklessly rough in forcing the ball into Batgirl's mouth and Barbara was still recovering from the gassing; it took no time for Lydia to tighten the ball gag deep in her mouth.
“You do have a mouth that was made for a ball gag, Batgirl. I bet you didn’t even need braces when you were little.” With the gag now firmly in place, Lydia took the opportunity to give Barbara a more aggressive, wet kiss. “You are a delicious one aren’t you?”
Barbara struggles against her bonds and against the sex device anchoring her in place. “Let me go!” was barely understandable as Barbara bucked in place.
“Oh, Batgirl.. Don’t be such a tease.” Lydia smiled…. “You’re going to love this to death…” Once Lydia was certain her victim would never be able to call for rescue, She lowered a cage down over Barbara.
For the most part it looked like a traditional nineteenth century bird cage, round with thin metal vertical bars spaced evenly at every six inches .Every foot or so there was a round horizontal ring helping the cage to keep its shape. The vertical bars converged at the top where a hole allowed the neck rope through.
Barbara looked at it. It didn’t look flimsy, but at the same time she thought it wouldn’t be difficult to dismantle (if she weren’t bound, gagged and mounted on top of a mechanical dildo…)
It came down over Barbara’s head, encircled her entire body, when it reached the platform where the Sybian was mounted, Lydia pushed it down, gave it a turn and locked it into place.
Lydia checked that the cage was rigidly anchored to the table where Batgirl sat upon the fuck machine. She shook it hard to test that it would not yield. Satisfied, she lifted a box labelled “Clavicle Quality Knitting Supplies” from the floor and dumped it out next to Barbara.
Out of it tumbled a pile of clamps. Lydia said nothing, but gave Barbara a bone chilling, knowing smile.
Lydia dug purposefully through the jumble of equipment. Finding one that mysteriously suited her tastes, she fitted it to a bar directly in front of Barbara, just slightly below her chin. After adjusting it slightly, she locked it down and dug for her next selection. She attached clamps to the bars of the cage that encircled her victim.
Barbara was initially confused by Lydia’s work Some of the clamps were in front, some high, some low, some to either side. She seemed very particular about their position, but
Barbara couldn’t see the method in it… She tugged at her wrists and tried to lift her pussy off the cock that trapped her to the Sybian. Her movements did not seem to bother Lydia and her work, if anything, each struggle seemed to focus her attention on some aspect of the clamp placement.
As she worked on the myriad of clamps, Lydia warmed up to her task. With each clamp she seemed a little happier, oftentimes adjusting them slightly for some unknown effect…
“Do you remember your old acquaintance, Nora Clavicle? The one you stole the election from?” Lydia lifted a cloth bundle on to the table.
“Sh’ trid to k’ll mm and fame ‘uce ‘ayne to frow d’election” Barbara did her best with the gag talk, as she tried to wiggle side to side in a vain attempt to get free.
“That’s the one! Well she sends her best.” Lydia pulled out some balls of yarns and a thick stack of knitting needles. “She also told me where I could find her stash of razor sharp knitting needles.” She unrolled the cloth wrapped bundle across the table. Two dozen long metal knitting needles were neatly stored in individual pockets in the fabric.
Lydia pulled one of the needles free from its sheath. “Not as ‘razor sharp’ as I was hoping for… but I promised her. And they seem sharp enough…. For my purposes…
“Wha’t ‘urposes ‘re ‘ose?” Barbara asked. She usually didn’t ask questions she didn’t want the answers to, but she was caught off guard at the sight of so many knitting needles. She remembered the sensation of Nora pressing one to her jugular. At the time it seemed plenty sharp…
“Why, to kill you, of course. Did you think I was going to make you a sweater?” Lydia slipped the first of the needles into the clamp directly front of Barbara. She guided it in until it was directly under Barbara’s chin. Barbara had to lift her head slightly to avoid contact with the metal tip.
“Oh, I do like where this is heading…” Lydia was getting breathy in her excitement. She locked the metal knitting needle in place with a finger screw.
She pulled another one from the collection and slid the point to where its tip was just touching the place where Barbara’s jugular vein was just below the skin. The only thing that prevented direct contact was the fabric of her Bat-suit.
Barbara shifted slightly and could feel the needle point catching on the fabric. Lydia added another needle to the other side of Batgirl’s neck. “I would be careful about these…. I would hate for you to bleed out too quickly…”
Lydia pulled out more knitting needles and continued to place them around Barbara’s body, each just a fraction of an inch from her Batgirl suit. Placed close to her ribs, under breasts, her abdomen, just next to her femoral artery within her spread thighs.
“Did you know, Batgirl, that iron maidens were originally a literary device? A museum curio dreamt up from bits and pieces and then popularized in tales of gothic horror…” Lydia kept working as she talked. Barbara held still as she felt the touch of Nora Clavicle’s deadly toys pressed gently against her body, sometimes through the fabric of her uniform, sometimes directly on her skin.
“The enlightened people of Europe loved the idea of perverse devices and violent deaths of the ’dark ages’.” Lydia looked into Barabara’s gagged face. “Ironic… imagining barbaric devices that never existed, so you can show how civilized you are…..”
“Now, Batgirl… how do you like your own spiked cage or death? Canonically, the victim is left to slowly perish alone in the darkened dungeon. Either from starvation, dehydration, exhaustion or from wounds created in the futile efforts to escape the inescapable…” Lydia reached between the bars and stroked Batgirl’s face. “I leave your manner of death to your own choosing.”
“As you might recall… Fortunato was abandoned, trapped in the dark deep in the catacombs of some anonymous city.. Sadly, it is not Carnival, but at least you came wearing a costume and a mask…”
Lydia reached down between the bars and to the torn crotch of Barbara’s batgirl suit. She could feel some moistness from her captive’s damp sex.
“I had heard you were a danger freak…” She pulled her fingers out and sniffed them, rubbing the moist juices between her fingers. “You are, aren’t you? You should look up that Barbara Gordon chick if you get out of this… she has the same vibe.”
Lydia’s hand slipped back between the bars, careful to not upset the razor sharp knitting needles that forced Barbara to remain perfectly still. Her fingers found the single control for the Sybian. She twisted the knob. It made an audible click and the machine started to massage Barbara’s clit and the inside of her body.
“You know this model goes to eleven?” Lydia smiled as she withdrew her hand. “But, I want you to suffer in the dark. Four should be plenty.”
Barbara gasped into the rubber ball of her gag as she felt a wave of stimulation shooting through her body. She wanted to shift her weight away from her clit, but as she tried to do so, she felt the press of the metal spines digging into her kidneys. Her Bat-suit gave her little protection against the narrow metal points.
Shifting slightly from side to side gave an equally bad outcome as one of the spikes against her inner thigh pressed in, just over her femoral artery. When she shifted back, the other needle pressed in.
Barbara tried to look down but the knitting spike that was just below her neck scratched at the bottom of her jaw. She closed her eyes and her tongue licked the inside of the ball gag. Barbara shivered as she felt herself becoming stiff as the first orgasm washed through her. She could feel her cum soaking the fabric around the base of the Sybian cock that was inside her.
“And travellers now within that valley,
Through red-litten windows, see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;”
“Enjoy your final melody, Batgirl!” Lydia flipped off the light in the darkened cellar. What little light remained withdrew as Lydia Limpet left the cellar, lantern in hand.
Barbara could hear the clatter of boards as the entrance was covered over.
Holy Poe-gasm!
Is this Barbara’s last light?
Is Batgirl to be a goth-gasmic ghost?
Is Lydia Limpet to rub one out now that she has rubbed out Batgirl?
Find out in the next cum filled chapter...
Same Bat-time, Same Bat-channel…
Barbara's head rolled to side. She was still groggy from whatever concoction had blasted her in the face. She had foggy memories of being dragged and lifted, ropes being applied and distant voices. Beyond those clouded thoughts, Barbara had little understanding of what was happening.
Ultimately, she passed into a drugged sleep that she was finally starting to leave. Her first sensations were that she was upright, not standing or even sitting, in the proper sense of the word.
She wanted to steady herself but her arms were secured behind her, locked in a box tie with wrists to elbow behind her back. Her cape draped inside her arms. Her hands secured well away from her Batgirl Utility Belt and any of the tools it might possess.
“Wakey-wakey, Batgirl!” Lydia waved some smelling salts under her nose.
“Ughh..” Batgirl let out a long slow groan at the nasty mint-ammonia stink passed under face. It had the desired effect of chasing the cobwebs from her head.
“What’s your game, Lydia?” Barbara's focus was turning back on to her here and now.
“You already know my name Batgirl? I am impressed.” Lydia put away the smelling salts as she watched Batgirl shake off the drugs.
“Barbara Gordon told me about your stealing the first edition of Tamerlane and Other Poems,” Barbara pulled at the ropes and tried to take stock of her predicament. She realized that in addition to the box tie holding her arms, ropes had been wrapped around her neck to keep her in an upright position.
“Really? Sadly, I was hoping that I would be keeping that secret to myself…” Lydia looked Batgirl straight in the cowl. She did like purple eye shadow, and her face did have something familiar about it. “I am sure, at least, that you will be keeping my secrets…”
“You aren’t going to get away with it. No one is going to fence a book that involves an attempted murder…” Barbara had absolutely no leverage with her arms pinned across her back.
“Who says I am attempting murder? I might have failed with the lovely Miss Gordon, but I am certainly not going to let you get away.” Lydia cupped Batgirl’s chin in her hand. “Of course, committing a murder and anyone ever finding out about it are two different things.”
“I bet the only two that know anything about the missing book are you and Miss Gordon…” Lydia tilted her head slightly and leaned into give a gentle kiss to her captive. “I think when I am done, I will have to pay our lovely librarian a visit and finish the job…”
Barbara tried to pull away from Lydia. The ropes around her neck kept her anchored in place. She couldn’t lower her head, but glanced down at her body. She was still groggy, but what she saw made her blood run cold.
She was sit atop what at first glance looked like a black upholstered saddle. Her calves were folded under her thighs. She knew exactly what Lydia planned.
“I see you’ve noticed a little more about your predicament..” Lydia reached down between Barbara’s legs and stroked the soft bare skin of her pussy. “That’s a Sybian you're riding atop. And there is enough big rubber cock inside you that you will never manage to get off it… Sorry about your costume, but no one is ever going to find you… So you needn’t be embarrassed.”
“You are familiar with the Gothic tales of horror from the delightful mind of Edgar Poe, are you not?”
“Fortunato’s Wine Cellar? Not the most imaginative hideout.” Barbara could feel the rubber cock inside her, her labia were resting on the small, soft fingery pad of the Sybian. There was no way Barbara was going to lift herself off the cock in her current position. Maybe if she could slide her legs out, but that would put all of her weight on the cock and the pad of the sex machine.
“Well, I needed to make sure the right people turned up in the right place.” Lydia smiled, “I have pretty low expectations for the dynamic duo these days… After the last time I was in Gotham, I certainly wouldn’t mind extracting some revenge. Drugging me, taking me back to their man cave.. I have no idea what the creepy duo did to me, while I was passed out, but at least it kept me and Bookworm out of jail…”
It finally clicked where she had heard of Lydia Lympet. She was the moll that Batman and Robin were accused of drugging and interrogating. It was one of their more spectacular failures. Lydia’s name was never released because her lawyer argued she was a sexual assault survivor. Bookworm and her had walked because the case had been so heavily tainted by her abduction and the illegal questioning. Gotham had even paid out hundreds of thousands to Lydia as compensation. Because of NDAs, Barbara only barely knew the story. Despite trying to publicly kill Batman and Robin (twice) they walked totally free with more loot in their pocket than the original plan was going to net.
“Killing them would have been revenge” Lydia brushed fingers down Barbara’s face. “Killing you is going to be just for pleasure…”
‘So how do you plan on accomplishing that?” Barbara tried to shift her weight on the Sybian and could feel the bulbous head of the dildo moving inside her.
“One of the recurrent themes in Poe’s writings were the fear of being buried alive.” She looked into Batgirl’s eyes. “It’s what happened to poor Fortunato and Madeline Usher… In Tell Tale Heart the man was chopped up and buried under the floorboard heart still beating… Quite the recurrent theme.”
Lydia Smiled, “of course, that was one of the great fears of the day, being buried before one was truly dead. For you I have a somewhat similar fate. Except I don’t anticipate that you shall have to wait days for it to happen.”
Lydia held up a purple ball gag on a black leather strap. “Sadly this cellar is not so sound proof as the catacombs beneath an Italian city…” She pulled back on Barbara’s hair as she forced the ball into her mouth. Her cowl was such a good fit that the attached wig barely moved.
Barbara tried to scream as the ball blocked off her mouth. Lydia was recklessly rough in forcing the ball into Batgirl's mouth and Barbara was still recovering from the gassing; it took no time for Lydia to tighten the ball gag deep in her mouth.
“You do have a mouth that was made for a ball gag, Batgirl. I bet you didn’t even need braces when you were little.” With the gag now firmly in place, Lydia took the opportunity to give Barbara a more aggressive, wet kiss. “You are a delicious one aren’t you?”
Barbara struggles against her bonds and against the sex device anchoring her in place. “Let me go!” was barely understandable as Barbara bucked in place.
“Oh, Batgirl.. Don’t be such a tease.” Lydia smiled…. “You’re going to love this to death…” Once Lydia was certain her victim would never be able to call for rescue, She lowered a cage down over Barbara.
For the most part it looked like a traditional nineteenth century bird cage, round with thin metal vertical bars spaced evenly at every six inches .Every foot or so there was a round horizontal ring helping the cage to keep its shape. The vertical bars converged at the top where a hole allowed the neck rope through.
Barbara looked at it. It didn’t look flimsy, but at the same time she thought it wouldn’t be difficult to dismantle (if she weren’t bound, gagged and mounted on top of a mechanical dildo…)
It came down over Barbara’s head, encircled her entire body, when it reached the platform where the Sybian was mounted, Lydia pushed it down, gave it a turn and locked it into place.
Lydia checked that the cage was rigidly anchored to the table where Batgirl sat upon the fuck machine. She shook it hard to test that it would not yield. Satisfied, she lifted a box labelled “Clavicle Quality Knitting Supplies” from the floor and dumped it out next to Barbara.
Out of it tumbled a pile of clamps. Lydia said nothing, but gave Barbara a bone chilling, knowing smile.
Lydia dug purposefully through the jumble of equipment. Finding one that mysteriously suited her tastes, she fitted it to a bar directly in front of Barbara, just slightly below her chin. After adjusting it slightly, she locked it down and dug for her next selection. She attached clamps to the bars of the cage that encircled her victim.
Barbara was initially confused by Lydia’s work Some of the clamps were in front, some high, some low, some to either side. She seemed very particular about their position, but
Barbara couldn’t see the method in it… She tugged at her wrists and tried to lift her pussy off the cock that trapped her to the Sybian. Her movements did not seem to bother Lydia and her work, if anything, each struggle seemed to focus her attention on some aspect of the clamp placement.
As she worked on the myriad of clamps, Lydia warmed up to her task. With each clamp she seemed a little happier, oftentimes adjusting them slightly for some unknown effect…
“Do you remember your old acquaintance, Nora Clavicle? The one you stole the election from?” Lydia lifted a cloth bundle on to the table.
“Sh’ trid to k’ll mm and fame ‘uce ‘ayne to frow d’election” Barbara did her best with the gag talk, as she tried to wiggle side to side in a vain attempt to get free.
“That’s the one! Well she sends her best.” Lydia pulled out some balls of yarns and a thick stack of knitting needles. “She also told me where I could find her stash of razor sharp knitting needles.” She unrolled the cloth wrapped bundle across the table. Two dozen long metal knitting needles were neatly stored in individual pockets in the fabric.
Lydia pulled one of the needles free from its sheath. “Not as ‘razor sharp’ as I was hoping for… but I promised her. And they seem sharp enough…. For my purposes…
“Wha’t ‘urposes ‘re ‘ose?” Barbara asked. She usually didn’t ask questions she didn’t want the answers to, but she was caught off guard at the sight of so many knitting needles. She remembered the sensation of Nora pressing one to her jugular. At the time it seemed plenty sharp…
“Why, to kill you, of course. Did you think I was going to make you a sweater?” Lydia slipped the first of the needles into the clamp directly front of Barbara. She guided it in until it was directly under Barbara’s chin. Barbara had to lift her head slightly to avoid contact with the metal tip.
“Oh, I do like where this is heading…” Lydia was getting breathy in her excitement. She locked the metal knitting needle in place with a finger screw.
She pulled another one from the collection and slid the point to where its tip was just touching the place where Barbara’s jugular vein was just below the skin. The only thing that prevented direct contact was the fabric of her Bat-suit.
Barbara shifted slightly and could feel the needle point catching on the fabric. Lydia added another needle to the other side of Batgirl’s neck. “I would be careful about these…. I would hate for you to bleed out too quickly…”
Lydia pulled out more knitting needles and continued to place them around Barbara’s body, each just a fraction of an inch from her Batgirl suit. Placed close to her ribs, under breasts, her abdomen, just next to her femoral artery within her spread thighs.
“Did you know, Batgirl, that iron maidens were originally a literary device? A museum curio dreamt up from bits and pieces and then popularized in tales of gothic horror…” Lydia kept working as she talked. Barbara held still as she felt the touch of Nora Clavicle’s deadly toys pressed gently against her body, sometimes through the fabric of her uniform, sometimes directly on her skin.
“The enlightened people of Europe loved the idea of perverse devices and violent deaths of the ’dark ages’.” Lydia looked into Barabara’s gagged face. “Ironic… imagining barbaric devices that never existed, so you can show how civilized you are…..”
“Now, Batgirl… how do you like your own spiked cage or death? Canonically, the victim is left to slowly perish alone in the darkened dungeon. Either from starvation, dehydration, exhaustion or from wounds created in the futile efforts to escape the inescapable…” Lydia reached between the bars and stroked Batgirl’s face. “I leave your manner of death to your own choosing.”
“As you might recall… Fortunato was abandoned, trapped in the dark deep in the catacombs of some anonymous city.. Sadly, it is not Carnival, but at least you came wearing a costume and a mask…”
Lydia reached down between the bars and to the torn crotch of Barbara’s batgirl suit. She could feel some moistness from her captive’s damp sex.
“I had heard you were a danger freak…” She pulled her fingers out and sniffed them, rubbing the moist juices between her fingers. “You are, aren’t you? You should look up that Barbara Gordon chick if you get out of this… she has the same vibe.”
Lydia’s hand slipped back between the bars, careful to not upset the razor sharp knitting needles that forced Barbara to remain perfectly still. Her fingers found the single control for the Sybian. She twisted the knob. It made an audible click and the machine started to massage Barbara’s clit and the inside of her body.
“You know this model goes to eleven?” Lydia smiled as she withdrew her hand. “But, I want you to suffer in the dark. Four should be plenty.”
Barbara gasped into the rubber ball of her gag as she felt a wave of stimulation shooting through her body. She wanted to shift her weight away from her clit, but as she tried to do so, she felt the press of the metal spines digging into her kidneys. Her Bat-suit gave her little protection against the narrow metal points.
Shifting slightly from side to side gave an equally bad outcome as one of the spikes against her inner thigh pressed in, just over her femoral artery. When she shifted back, the other needle pressed in.
Barbara tried to look down but the knitting spike that was just below her neck scratched at the bottom of her jaw. She closed her eyes and her tongue licked the inside of the ball gag. Barbara shivered as she felt herself becoming stiff as the first orgasm washed through her. She could feel her cum soaking the fabric around the base of the Sybian cock that was inside her.
“And travellers now within that valley,
Through red-litten windows, see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;”
“Enjoy your final melody, Batgirl!” Lydia flipped off the light in the darkened cellar. What little light remained withdrew as Lydia Limpet left the cellar, lantern in hand.
Barbara could hear the clatter of boards as the entrance was covered over.
Holy Poe-gasm!
Is this Barbara’s last light?
Is Batgirl to be a goth-gasmic ghost?
Is Lydia Limpet to rub one out now that she has rubbed out Batgirl?
Find out in the next cum filled chapter...
Same Bat-time, Same Bat-channel…
Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
YC-batgirl was nice enough to make some more illustrations to go with this chapter of the story, so be sure to send her some love for her amazing contributions.
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Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
Lydia is gorgeous, sharp-minded but she's the devil too!
Great story, this one is definitely going in my collection (another one from you) and what an awesome trap, I love it!
Thanks for sharing!
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I thought I would put it out there where I cam up with the idea for the trap in chapter 5, which was so well rendered YC-Batgirl. I was inspired by a Ken Marcus picture of Emily Addison, a bondage model that can never get enough appreciation....
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It's great to understand all the creativity from great artists (wich I don't considered myself) can built something so good by looking at a single picture. Thanks for sharing this moment with us!
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Part 6
Barbara struggled in the dark, not to get free, but to not become impaled on one of the many sharp knitting needles that surrounded her body.
In the presence of light she would have fixed her gaze on a spot on the wall and used it as reference to keep her body as still as possible. In the blackness, she wasn’t afforded even that small grace.
The sharp tips of Nora Clavicle’s needles prodded her into an unnatural pose. Sybian between her legs kept on with its thunderous buzz. The slightest movement of Barbara’s hips made her sex explode with sensation, even as she felt the metal tips digging into her sides. She was panting as her crotch wetted with excitement. Adrenaline took over as she felt herself being forced to her climax. Her body shuddered as it spread out from within her.
Barbara fought to stay conscious and upright. While not the razor sharp that Nora and Lydia had described them as, they would be amply sharp enough to slice through clothing and skin if Barbara passed out on top of the sex machine that was currently fucking her.
The machine’s unrelenting stimulation pushed Barbara into a prolonged orgasm that just seemed to go on endlessly. In reality, Barbara knew it could not have lasted more than a quarter to half a minute, but it was brutally exhausting…It was all she could do to keep from falling over towards the end.
The darkness was disorienting. She had no way of knowing up from down, other than the press of metal against flesh. The needles against her throat forced her head up and back, the ones under her breasts forced her to arch her back into an exhausting position with her arms crossed behind her.
If she tried to lift herself off the cock that sat deep inside her, the two needles pressed against the femoral arteries in her legs would pierce her.
Twisting her wrists inside the ropes was completely useless; they were hopelessly tied to the opposite elbow. She had no leverage or slack to move them at all, much less escape.
Lydia had been sloppy and careless when she tied up a hapless librarian, a carelessly amateurish example of self bondage gone awry. To kill Batgirl, she was focused on deadly efficiency.
Barbara was quickly realizing that Lydia’s trap was almost certainly going to be far faster than intended. Starvation or dehydration like the Fortunato’s was not ever going to happen..
Disorientation in the dark, with intense and repeated orgasms were going to force Barbara to impale herself on one of the many implements of death she was surrounded by.
The hard truth was the medieval iron maiden would seem like a mercy compared to the next few hours of suffering Batgirl was facing. If she even survived that long…
The Sybian continued to rattle between her legs as Barbara fought to control herself against the continuous onslaught. The machine was vibrating the entire table. Barbara began to sense that some of the metal knitting needles were starting to loosen in their clamps. She could feel them starting to rattle slightly as that inched slowly in towards her. The ones under her breasts pointed upward and were slowly loosen and pulled away, but others that were pointing down were pressing forward into her. Most stayed firmly locked in position.
Between orgasms, where Barbara needed to focus on being impaled by the many sharp points, she was playing a dark calculus in her head. One of the points had worked through her Batgirl uniform and was on the verge of piercing her skin just below her left breast. Barbara could feel the tip was positioned to penetrate between her ribs. If she didn’t escape it would ultimately make its way to her heart. She knew she would pass out from pain long before that happened.
Far more worrying were the two needles between her spread thighs. Her femoral arteries were very close to the surface and if they were cut she would bleed out in a matter of minutes.
Barbara struggled mentally to engineer an escape. Lydia wasn’t making it easy. The Sybian was exhausting her and the box tie that kept her wrists pinned behind her was simple and efficient. The knots above and below her elbows prevented her from making any progress towards freedom.
The room was so dark that her eyes had nothing to adjust to. The pitch blackness eventually led to visual hallucinations. She could see flashes of color that she knew weren’t really there. The blurting sound that came from between her legs as Sybian rattle on endlessly fucking her from one orgasm to the next drowned out all other sounds, including her own whimpering breaths and futile gagged cries for help.
In all her time as a crime fighter and the countless sadists and perverts she had faced as Batgirl, none had constructed a trap that had the simple efficiency or the casual sadism of the one Lydia had created.
Barbara kept riding the Sybian, feeling the blades crawling inextricably tighter on her body, slowly piercing her clothes and pressing into her skin. Exhaustion was her greatest enemy now. She was tired and her costume was shredded in so many places. The needle under her chin was almost constantly pressed against her flesh, and she could feel it dig in as she tried to swallow the saliva that was pooling in her mouth as she gripped the ballgag in her teeth. Her hands limp and numb behind her back.
Her jaw ached, her back ached, her legs were numb from lack of movement. She had no idea how long she had been sitting astride the Sybian or how many times she had been forced to cum….
Lights flashed in her eyes as her brain struggled with the absolute darkness. The incessant noise of the Sybian’s motor kept up its relentless assault on her maidenhood.
“Batgirl?” Barbara at first thought it was just another hallucination from her ordeal.
“Batgirl? Are you down there?” Barbara had no voice to respond. She had been completely paralyzed by the brutal requirements of surviving minute to minute…
“Batgirl?” Barbara could hear the sound of old lumber being tossed to the side. Her brain was so fogged that she couldn’t recognize the voice. “Batgirl! It’s me, Robyn… are you down there?”
Barbara felt a light going on through her closed eyelids. She couldn’t even dare to open her eyes, much less turn her head towards the sound and lights.
“Oh my god, Batgirl! Are you okay?” Barbara thought vaguely how stupid the question sounded after hours of being mechanically raped in the darkness, trapped in a nest of razor sharp spines.
“Batgirl! How do I get you out of this thing….” Barbara opened her eyes to see her young protege, Amanda Kingston, dressed up in her Robyn uniform, black ribbon mask and red henna pixie haircut. Yellow and black “R” over her left breast.
Barbara glanced down at the Sybian with only her eyes, pleading for the motor to stop.
“Of course,” the sound of the motor slowed to a stop within a couple of seconds. In the meantime, Amanda was figuring out the complicated design of the trap and immediately started loosening the clamps holding the deadly knitting needles in place.
“Oh my god! Batgirl, I’m so glad I found you…. You look like you were almost done for.” Amanda was removing the needles as fast as she could. Barbara could feel where some of the points had driven into her skin. Amanda was right, Barbara was almost to the point of collapse and it would have only taken another few minutes before Lydia Limpet’s trap would have finished her off.
When the last of the needles had been removed and cast aside, Amanda reached to undo the ball gag. As she pulled it from Barbara’s mouth, Barbara found she couldn’t even move her jaw, drool and spit simply dribbled out for a few seconds while Barbara regained the ability to close her mouth. She couldn’t talk yet, and she moved her jaw up and down like an automaton.
“Thanks kid,” was all that Barbara was finally able to utter after a few moments.
“Who did this to you?” Amanda cut the rope that went from Barbara’s neck up through the top of the cage. Barbara collapsed against the bars without the rope to keep her upright, her hands still pinned behind her.
“It was a villainess named Lydia Limpet, she used to work with Bookworm…” Despite Amanda cutting her hands free, Barbara was unable to do anything with them. Amanda lifted the cage from over Barbara and supported Barbara’s weight as lifted Barbara of Sybian. Laying her on the table next to the machine.
“That makes sense. You remember I told you that Riddler and one of his molls might be back in town?” Amanda was vigorously rubbing Barbara’s arms, slowly restoring blood flow. Barbara managed a groan as pins and needles passed through her limbs. “Well I was able to track them down to a recently abandoned antiquarian book store. I guessed it wasn’t the riddler.”
“Do you know what they’re planning?” Amanda looked around, “or did they already do it?”
“Lydia Limpet stole a rare copy of Tamerlane and other Poems from the rare book collection at the Gotham Public Library, She also tried to kill the Librarian to cover up the crime.” Barbara was struggling to sit up. Amanda started to rub Barbara’s legs once she saw that Batgirl could steady herself with her hands.
“She’s okay, I hope?” Amand looked wryly at Barbara. “Weren’t you the one that left me a phone message about not busting into places alone without back up?”
Barbara looked at the damage done to her outfit. “She’s okay, I have her somewhere secure. I suppose I did tell you that… I’ve just been used to working solo for a long while…”
“How did you find me?”
“Once I realized they were using a bookshop for a hideout,” I staked the place out. I never saw the moll, but I saw the Bookworm leaving and I decided to follow him on my Robyn-cycle” Barbara knew this was just Amanda’s red and yellow e-bike.
“I lost him when he went into an all-night hardware store. I was heading back to the bookshop and saw a bookmobile pulling out from behind this old building. I followed it back to the bookshop.”
“I figured there might be some clues here, so I came back.”
“Thank god you did.” Barbara was feeling better, “how did you find me down here?”
“That thing… I could hear it from outside.” Amanda pointed at the now battered Sybian. “I thought it was an old refrigerator. I followed the sound.”
“Well thanks, I appreciate you getting me out of that.” Barbara needed some hydration and a new uniform. “We still need to get the book back before Bookworm and Lydia leave town. I am going to get a fresh outfit.” The rips and tears that covered her body weren’t much of an issue, but she wasn’t going to confront Bookworm with a giant hole in her crotch.
“We’re not going to call the police? Lydia tried to kill you… and the librarian….”
“The cops aren’t going to hear about this… Barbara Gordon can testify about what happened to her, but the Gotham PD can’t hear about this…”
“Why not?”
“Amanda, look at this. Do you think I am going to let Batman and the entire Gotham PD find out about this?” Barbara patted the leather saddle of the Sybian. “No, this stays between us… Lydia will never bring it up, she doesn’t need two attempted murders on her rap sheet…”
“Are you sure, Batgirl?”
“Yeah, I don’t need to go down that road… Do you want this?” Barbara patted the Sybian.
“What is it? What does it do?” Amanda’s naivete was one of her endearing qualities.
“What do you think it does?” Barbara smiled weakly.
“Err, umm… I… I don’t know…” Amanda was going cherry red in her face.
“I’ll help you recover it tomorrow. You can keep it as a souvenir of your crime fighting.” Barbara stood up shakily. She would need a couple of more minutes before she would be fit to ride her batgirl-cycle home to change.
“Err.. umm… it was your death-trap…. Why don’t you keep it?” Barbara could see Amanda was trying to figure out where to put it in her tiny apartment discretely.
“I don’t need a second one…” Barbara smiled to herself, this was fun. “You go and keep an eye on the bookshop until I get there.” Barbara turned and started upstairs before Amanda had a chance to answer.
Is Batgirl going to finally close the book on this caper?
Is Robyn going to ride something other than an ebike?
Find out in the electrifying next Chapter!
Same Bat-time, Same Bat-channel!!!
Barbara struggled in the dark, not to get free, but to not become impaled on one of the many sharp knitting needles that surrounded her body.
In the presence of light she would have fixed her gaze on a spot on the wall and used it as reference to keep her body as still as possible. In the blackness, she wasn’t afforded even that small grace.
The sharp tips of Nora Clavicle’s needles prodded her into an unnatural pose. Sybian between her legs kept on with its thunderous buzz. The slightest movement of Barbara’s hips made her sex explode with sensation, even as she felt the metal tips digging into her sides. She was panting as her crotch wetted with excitement. Adrenaline took over as she felt herself being forced to her climax. Her body shuddered as it spread out from within her.
Barbara fought to stay conscious and upright. While not the razor sharp that Nora and Lydia had described them as, they would be amply sharp enough to slice through clothing and skin if Barbara passed out on top of the sex machine that was currently fucking her.
The machine’s unrelenting stimulation pushed Barbara into a prolonged orgasm that just seemed to go on endlessly. In reality, Barbara knew it could not have lasted more than a quarter to half a minute, but it was brutally exhausting…It was all she could do to keep from falling over towards the end.
The darkness was disorienting. She had no way of knowing up from down, other than the press of metal against flesh. The needles against her throat forced her head up and back, the ones under her breasts forced her to arch her back into an exhausting position with her arms crossed behind her.
If she tried to lift herself off the cock that sat deep inside her, the two needles pressed against the femoral arteries in her legs would pierce her.
Twisting her wrists inside the ropes was completely useless; they were hopelessly tied to the opposite elbow. She had no leverage or slack to move them at all, much less escape.
Lydia had been sloppy and careless when she tied up a hapless librarian, a carelessly amateurish example of self bondage gone awry. To kill Batgirl, she was focused on deadly efficiency.
Barbara was quickly realizing that Lydia’s trap was almost certainly going to be far faster than intended. Starvation or dehydration like the Fortunato’s was not ever going to happen..
Disorientation in the dark, with intense and repeated orgasms were going to force Barbara to impale herself on one of the many implements of death she was surrounded by.
The hard truth was the medieval iron maiden would seem like a mercy compared to the next few hours of suffering Batgirl was facing. If she even survived that long…
The Sybian continued to rattle between her legs as Barbara fought to control herself against the continuous onslaught. The machine was vibrating the entire table. Barbara began to sense that some of the metal knitting needles were starting to loosen in their clamps. She could feel them starting to rattle slightly as that inched slowly in towards her. The ones under her breasts pointed upward and were slowly loosen and pulled away, but others that were pointing down were pressing forward into her. Most stayed firmly locked in position.
Between orgasms, where Barbara needed to focus on being impaled by the many sharp points, she was playing a dark calculus in her head. One of the points had worked through her Batgirl uniform and was on the verge of piercing her skin just below her left breast. Barbara could feel the tip was positioned to penetrate between her ribs. If she didn’t escape it would ultimately make its way to her heart. She knew she would pass out from pain long before that happened.
Far more worrying were the two needles between her spread thighs. Her femoral arteries were very close to the surface and if they were cut she would bleed out in a matter of minutes.
Barbara struggled mentally to engineer an escape. Lydia wasn’t making it easy. The Sybian was exhausting her and the box tie that kept her wrists pinned behind her was simple and efficient. The knots above and below her elbows prevented her from making any progress towards freedom.
The room was so dark that her eyes had nothing to adjust to. The pitch blackness eventually led to visual hallucinations. She could see flashes of color that she knew weren’t really there. The blurting sound that came from between her legs as Sybian rattle on endlessly fucking her from one orgasm to the next drowned out all other sounds, including her own whimpering breaths and futile gagged cries for help.
In all her time as a crime fighter and the countless sadists and perverts she had faced as Batgirl, none had constructed a trap that had the simple efficiency or the casual sadism of the one Lydia had created.
Barbara kept riding the Sybian, feeling the blades crawling inextricably tighter on her body, slowly piercing her clothes and pressing into her skin. Exhaustion was her greatest enemy now. She was tired and her costume was shredded in so many places. The needle under her chin was almost constantly pressed against her flesh, and she could feel it dig in as she tried to swallow the saliva that was pooling in her mouth as she gripped the ballgag in her teeth. Her hands limp and numb behind her back.
Her jaw ached, her back ached, her legs were numb from lack of movement. She had no idea how long she had been sitting astride the Sybian or how many times she had been forced to cum….
Lights flashed in her eyes as her brain struggled with the absolute darkness. The incessant noise of the Sybian’s motor kept up its relentless assault on her maidenhood.
“Batgirl?” Barbara at first thought it was just another hallucination from her ordeal.
“Batgirl? Are you down there?” Barbara had no voice to respond. She had been completely paralyzed by the brutal requirements of surviving minute to minute…
“Batgirl?” Barbara could hear the sound of old lumber being tossed to the side. Her brain was so fogged that she couldn’t recognize the voice. “Batgirl! It’s me, Robyn… are you down there?”
Barbara felt a light going on through her closed eyelids. She couldn’t even dare to open her eyes, much less turn her head towards the sound and lights.
“Oh my god, Batgirl! Are you okay?” Barbara thought vaguely how stupid the question sounded after hours of being mechanically raped in the darkness, trapped in a nest of razor sharp spines.
“Batgirl! How do I get you out of this thing….” Barbara opened her eyes to see her young protege, Amanda Kingston, dressed up in her Robyn uniform, black ribbon mask and red henna pixie haircut. Yellow and black “R” over her left breast.
Barbara glanced down at the Sybian with only her eyes, pleading for the motor to stop.
“Of course,” the sound of the motor slowed to a stop within a couple of seconds. In the meantime, Amanda was figuring out the complicated design of the trap and immediately started loosening the clamps holding the deadly knitting needles in place.
“Oh my god! Batgirl, I’m so glad I found you…. You look like you were almost done for.” Amanda was removing the needles as fast as she could. Barbara could feel where some of the points had driven into her skin. Amanda was right, Barbara was almost to the point of collapse and it would have only taken another few minutes before Lydia Limpet’s trap would have finished her off.
When the last of the needles had been removed and cast aside, Amanda reached to undo the ball gag. As she pulled it from Barbara’s mouth, Barbara found she couldn’t even move her jaw, drool and spit simply dribbled out for a few seconds while Barbara regained the ability to close her mouth. She couldn’t talk yet, and she moved her jaw up and down like an automaton.
“Thanks kid,” was all that Barbara was finally able to utter after a few moments.
“Who did this to you?” Amanda cut the rope that went from Barbara’s neck up through the top of the cage. Barbara collapsed against the bars without the rope to keep her upright, her hands still pinned behind her.
“It was a villainess named Lydia Limpet, she used to work with Bookworm…” Despite Amanda cutting her hands free, Barbara was unable to do anything with them. Amanda lifted the cage from over Barbara and supported Barbara’s weight as lifted Barbara of Sybian. Laying her on the table next to the machine.
“That makes sense. You remember I told you that Riddler and one of his molls might be back in town?” Amanda was vigorously rubbing Barbara’s arms, slowly restoring blood flow. Barbara managed a groan as pins and needles passed through her limbs. “Well I was able to track them down to a recently abandoned antiquarian book store. I guessed it wasn’t the riddler.”
“Do you know what they’re planning?” Amanda looked around, “or did they already do it?”
“Lydia Limpet stole a rare copy of Tamerlane and other Poems from the rare book collection at the Gotham Public Library, She also tried to kill the Librarian to cover up the crime.” Barbara was struggling to sit up. Amanda started to rub Barbara’s legs once she saw that Batgirl could steady herself with her hands.
“She’s okay, I hope?” Amand looked wryly at Barbara. “Weren’t you the one that left me a phone message about not busting into places alone without back up?”
Barbara looked at the damage done to her outfit. “She’s okay, I have her somewhere secure. I suppose I did tell you that… I’ve just been used to working solo for a long while…”
“How did you find me?”
“Once I realized they were using a bookshop for a hideout,” I staked the place out. I never saw the moll, but I saw the Bookworm leaving and I decided to follow him on my Robyn-cycle” Barbara knew this was just Amanda’s red and yellow e-bike.
“I lost him when he went into an all-night hardware store. I was heading back to the bookshop and saw a bookmobile pulling out from behind this old building. I followed it back to the bookshop.”
“I figured there might be some clues here, so I came back.”
“Thank god you did.” Barbara was feeling better, “how did you find me down here?”
“That thing… I could hear it from outside.” Amanda pointed at the now battered Sybian. “I thought it was an old refrigerator. I followed the sound.”
“Well thanks, I appreciate you getting me out of that.” Barbara needed some hydration and a new uniform. “We still need to get the book back before Bookworm and Lydia leave town. I am going to get a fresh outfit.” The rips and tears that covered her body weren’t much of an issue, but she wasn’t going to confront Bookworm with a giant hole in her crotch.
“We’re not going to call the police? Lydia tried to kill you… and the librarian….”
“The cops aren’t going to hear about this… Barbara Gordon can testify about what happened to her, but the Gotham PD can’t hear about this…”
“Why not?”
“Amanda, look at this. Do you think I am going to let Batman and the entire Gotham PD find out about this?” Barbara patted the leather saddle of the Sybian. “No, this stays between us… Lydia will never bring it up, she doesn’t need two attempted murders on her rap sheet…”
“Are you sure, Batgirl?”
“Yeah, I don’t need to go down that road… Do you want this?” Barbara patted the Sybian.
“What is it? What does it do?” Amanda’s naivete was one of her endearing qualities.
“What do you think it does?” Barbara smiled weakly.
“Err, umm… I… I don’t know…” Amanda was going cherry red in her face.
“I’ll help you recover it tomorrow. You can keep it as a souvenir of your crime fighting.” Barbara stood up shakily. She would need a couple of more minutes before she would be fit to ride her batgirl-cycle home to change.
“Err.. umm… it was your death-trap…. Why don’t you keep it?” Barbara could see Amanda was trying to figure out where to put it in her tiny apartment discretely.
“I don’t need a second one…” Barbara smiled to herself, this was fun. “You go and keep an eye on the bookshop until I get there.” Barbara turned and started upstairs before Amanda had a chance to answer.
Is Batgirl going to finally close the book on this caper?
Is Robyn going to ride something other than an ebike?
Find out in the electrifying next Chapter!
Same Bat-time, Same Bat-channel!!!
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Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
Thanks for posting another chapter of this outstanding story. It's always an immense pleasure to read what you can create.
Batgirl was lucky this time, but I guess the next time they will be both needing help!
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After waiting an eternity at trying to upload something, I always get back to the main page or get an error without being able to see my post.
I hope the site is not dying, it will be a disaster for me, It took me years to find and join such a great site, met great friends and talent artists.
I have two more stories to upload and I'm working on the third one. I would really enjoy posting them here. If not, I'll probably start looking for another place.
Batgirl was lucky this time, but I guess the next time they will be both needing help!
From my side, It takes forever to login, worst to navigate and I can't upload a single picture.
After waiting an eternity at trying to upload something, I always get back to the main page or get an error without being able to see my post.
I hope the site is not dying, it will be a disaster for me, It took me years to find and join such a great site, met great friends and talent artists.
I have two more stories to upload and I'm working on the third one. I would really enjoy posting them here. If not, I'll probably start looking for another place.
Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
I have actually fallen behind a chapter on this story because there has been so much site lag. I have the Pictures you sent me, but have also been unable to load them. will give it a try now, but will keep my fingers crossed....
Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
Part 7
Amanda peddled her Robyn cycle the last mile back to the Leatherback’s bookshop, Valuable Volumes. The shop and the surrounding commercial buildings were dark. Amanda puffed in exhaustion. She really should have spent the extra two hundred dollars on the extended battery pack for her bike. She hadn't realized the range of the bike was based on rolling downhill.
The Bookmobile was gone and Robyn hid her bike behind a dumpster and took up her station in some bushes that lined an empty lot down the street from the old, rather dumpy shop.
She settled in for what she knew was going to be a long dull wait and for what nothing to happen. That was what she had learned about crime fighting from Batgirl. It could be deathly dull.
Batgirl and Robyn could spend days staking out a building, just to discover that the owner was faking burglaries to hide his own embezzlement. Or they might get 15 minutes of excitement beating the tar out of a couple of junkies trying to get money for a fix. But she did get a cool costume and got to hang around a real heroine.
Robyn glanced back towards her Robyn-cycle. She was thankful most of the time she would meet Batgirl and was riding around on the back of her Batgirl-cycle, which was light years ahead of her e-bike.
Robyn pulled out her night vision monocular she had brought with her to help watch the building. She adjusted the light settings on it and peered down the street.
She read the front window of the shop,
‘VALUABLE VOLUMES’
Oscar Leatherback Proprietor
Books, Toys and Collectables
Private Viewing Booths.
A sign hung from above the door, a sheet metal outline of a cat o’nine tails, moved slightly in the still night air.
The Bookmobile was gone and the shop, like the street in front of her, was empty.
“Well this place looks dead….” Robyn said quietly to herself as she settled in for a long boring stakeout.
“And you will, too… soon enough.” A stiff leather glove holding a thick damp rag, clamped hard over her mouth and pulled her back even farther into the dark shadows.
Robyn struggled for a few more seconds as the sweet, noxious scent of chloroform filled lungs.
Lydia Limpet lowered Robyn to the ground as she slid into unconsciousness
“A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps!—and lo! where lies
(Her easement open to the skies)”
She shook out the drugged cloth and folded it into a neat pocket square and tucked it into the pocket of her gold belt.
“I was so hoping to get Batgirl, but I can’t kill her twice… but I shall most certainly make the most of this unexpected plot device…” Lydia pulled up on Robyn’s arm and hoisted her small frame over her shoulder. She stumbled lightly across the street as she pulled the set of keys from her pocket and carried her captive into the dark shop.
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Barbara gently stepped from the shower and carefully blotted her skin dry. The multiple lacerations that covered skin weren’t deep, but, they were painful and she needed to dress them before she could put on a fresh Bat-suit.
Going into her medicine kit, she pullout some topical ointments. They were a mix of pain killer and antibiotics, not ideal, but they would let her get back into the fight.
After covering her injuries and applying bandages to prevent any chafing, Barbara sat down to figure out her next step, she would need to catch up with Amanda and make sure she was still okay. Her last report was that the shop looked empty and the Bookmobile was nowhere to be seen.
Barbara pulled on a fresh outfit. Her body was sore and she was tired, but the clock was still ticking. She still had an advantage over Lydia, and apparently the Bookworm. From what she knew about the Bookworm, he could have a million plans for the book. He might want it for his own collection, or he might have a shady buyer already lined up.
If they managed to get out of Gotham with the book, Barbara would never get it back. She knew she needed to go and back up Amanda and that time was against her. Within an hour of getting to her apartment, Barbara was back on her Batgirl-cycle and heading back into the heart of Gotham.
A half hour later she pulled into a parking lot near the Leatherback’s antiquarian book shop. She parked her Batgirl-cycle and did the last quarter mile on foot. She arrived in the shadows across the street from the Valuable Volumes Bookshop, LLC.
An alley next to the shop had the same Bookmobile that Barbara had seen outside Fortunato’s. It was backed into the alley discretely. Barbara wondered why Amanda hadn’t reported seeing it pull in.
Stealing silently across the street, Barbara felt the hood of the van. It was cold to the touch. It hadn’t moved in hours.
Barbara looked around for her sidekick. There was no sign of her. Checking the time, it was past two in the morning. Gotham would be completely dead by now. Most bars would have finished last call and this commercial area was particularly quiet.
Amanda was missing and this van had obviously been parked here for a long time. Where could she have been? Why didn’t she report seeing it? Was Lydia in the shop, in the van or somewhere else?
Lydia had gotten the better of Batgirl twice now. Barbara was injured and exhausted, she knew Lydia Limpet wouldn’t be able to beat her in a fair fight, but, this wasn’t a sporting match and what tricks Lydia might employ would never be fair in the first place.
Barbara wanted to find Amanda, first and foremost. The shop had a very modern security system in it. It would pose little difficulty to Batgirl, but the bookmobile would be far easier to crack and she knew Lydia had been in it with the stolen book.
Just as Barbara had guessed, the Bookmobile was easy pickings; it took her less than a minute to unlock and with her penlight in hand, she started to dig through its interior.
The van had two stacks of shelving on either side. Each shelf came with a wooden dowel to keep the many books from spilling onto the floor. Behind the driver’s seat there was a small overstuffed chair with several cushions suitable for storytime strewn across the back floor.
Barbara climbed into the front seat and started to look for clues. The first thing she found were pile of key rings in the glove box. One of them was for Fortunato’s. It had a fob in the shape of a wine bottle that was engraved “fortunato’s”. The second was to “Valuable Volumes”, along with another selection of keys.
Barbara looked instinctively the building she was parked next to. She put the keys back where they came from and continued to explore the inside of the van. She moved to the back and instinctively began checking the books on the shelves. This time she was making sure to avoid any of her previous mistakes and put a small respirator over her eyes, nose and mouth.
After checking most of the books she found a series of them that had been glued together and formed a false front. As she pulled it down a puff of gas shot harmlessly into her face, the respirator filters easily prevented the gas from being inhaled.
When Barbara flipped the hidden cabinet open, she found Lydia’s clutch purse and inside was the little leather pouch containing the small priceless book. Barbara examined the book just to make certain it was not a red herring. In the dim light of her flashlight Barbara could tell she had the real one. She knew the blotchy quill ink of Edgar Allan Poe from the many times she had been honored to touch and hold the book.
Barbara wrapped the book back into the soft protective skin and returned Lydia’s purse from where she found it. Satisfied that Lydia was effectively thwarted, Barbara climbed back into the driver’s seat with her treasure.
She looked up at the building before she climbed out. She looked out at the closed glove box and back at the building.
If Lydia was inside the book shop, how could the keys be in the glove box? Barbara took out the “Valuable Volumes” keys and looked at them again.
She took the keys and walked around to the front of the building. She compared the font on glass and the etching in the fob. Then she looked at the Names again, “Valuable Volumes, LLC” and “Valuable Volumes”.
Barbara could immediately have kicked herself. She had completely missed the point.
There were two bookshops. Valuable Volumes, LLC was the name of the antiquarian book shop that Oscar Leatherback had been running and Barbara had been helping inventory. “Valuable Volumes”, also owned by the late Oscar Leatherback was how he could afford to buy and sell rare books. It was his family’s adult bookstore.
When Barbara was looking for antiquarian bookshops, she didn’t see the adult novelty store come up. When Amanda was looking for book themed stores, she probably never saw the rare book dealer, they were a very exclusive, appointment only establishment. When they had been discussing the stakeout, both women thought the other was talking about the same business.
Barbara and Amanda were at two different places.
Heading back to her Batgirl-cycle, Barbara dialed Amanda’s number. Looking at the time, she realized how overdue Robyn was for a check in.
Lydia would have to wait, Barbara needed to get in touch with Amanda. She dialed Amanda’s Bat-phone. She was hoping Amanda would pick up and she was just over reacting.
She listened for the ring and the connection. Her heart sank when a familiar voice came on.
“Hello Batgirl, I was expecting to hear from you.” Barbara immediately recognized the sharp clean diction of Lydia Limpet.
“Lydia! What have you done to Robyn?”
“Oh Batgirl, where is the witty repartee for which you are so well known?” Lydia injected a tone of faux exasperation in her voice. “And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.”
“If you do anything to her, it will be your grave you’ll be resting in,” Barbara spat back at him.
“That is much better… I was torn between excitement and disappointment to realize that you cheated death yet again. I can only assume you have the book in hand, calling from the front of Valuable Volumes ” Barbara could hear the joy in her taunts. “I warned Bookworm the book would be safer elsewhere. can only assume you have purloined the book once more from my compatriot,. I am quite gratified.”
“You’re happy I recovered the book?”
"Oh very! Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should not? You see Batgirl, if you give me the book I don’t have to pay I won’t have to pay Bookworm for his part…. Most satisfying…” The vile, churlish tone in his voice made her skin crawl. “When I stole the book I was able to find out who Bookworm was going sell it to…”
“And what makes you think I am going to give you the book?”
“Neither could I forget what I had read of these pits—that the sudden extinction of life formed no part of their most horrible plan. If you don’t deliver the book, Batgirl, your pretty little friend will find herself going to pieces under the floorboards… or rather into pieces and then under the floorboards…” Barbara heard the gagged shriek of Amanda come through the phone. “What a tale their terror tells.”
Lydia abruptly ended the call without another word.
Has Lydia gotten the last word?
Is Robyn going to pieces over her mistake?
Is Batgirl being invited to join Robyn in another one of Lydia’s traps?
Find out in the next exciting Chapter,
Same Bat-time, Same Bat-channel
Amanda peddled her Robyn cycle the last mile back to the Leatherback’s bookshop, Valuable Volumes. The shop and the surrounding commercial buildings were dark. Amanda puffed in exhaustion. She really should have spent the extra two hundred dollars on the extended battery pack for her bike. She hadn't realized the range of the bike was based on rolling downhill.
The Bookmobile was gone and Robyn hid her bike behind a dumpster and took up her station in some bushes that lined an empty lot down the street from the old, rather dumpy shop.
She settled in for what she knew was going to be a long dull wait and for what nothing to happen. That was what she had learned about crime fighting from Batgirl. It could be deathly dull.
Batgirl and Robyn could spend days staking out a building, just to discover that the owner was faking burglaries to hide his own embezzlement. Or they might get 15 minutes of excitement beating the tar out of a couple of junkies trying to get money for a fix. But she did get a cool costume and got to hang around a real heroine.
Robyn glanced back towards her Robyn-cycle. She was thankful most of the time she would meet Batgirl and was riding around on the back of her Batgirl-cycle, which was light years ahead of her e-bike.
Robyn pulled out her night vision monocular she had brought with her to help watch the building. She adjusted the light settings on it and peered down the street.
She read the front window of the shop,
‘VALUABLE VOLUMES’
Oscar Leatherback Proprietor
Books, Toys and Collectables
Private Viewing Booths.
A sign hung from above the door, a sheet metal outline of a cat o’nine tails, moved slightly in the still night air.
The Bookmobile was gone and the shop, like the street in front of her, was empty.
“Well this place looks dead….” Robyn said quietly to herself as she settled in for a long boring stakeout.
“And you will, too… soon enough.” A stiff leather glove holding a thick damp rag, clamped hard over her mouth and pulled her back even farther into the dark shadows.
Robyn struggled for a few more seconds as the sweet, noxious scent of chloroform filled lungs.
Lydia Limpet lowered Robyn to the ground as she slid into unconsciousness
“A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps!—and lo! where lies
(Her easement open to the skies)”
She shook out the drugged cloth and folded it into a neat pocket square and tucked it into the pocket of her gold belt.
“I was so hoping to get Batgirl, but I can’t kill her twice… but I shall most certainly make the most of this unexpected plot device…” Lydia pulled up on Robyn’s arm and hoisted her small frame over her shoulder. She stumbled lightly across the street as she pulled the set of keys from her pocket and carried her captive into the dark shop.
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Barbara gently stepped from the shower and carefully blotted her skin dry. The multiple lacerations that covered skin weren’t deep, but, they were painful and she needed to dress them before she could put on a fresh Bat-suit.
Going into her medicine kit, she pullout some topical ointments. They were a mix of pain killer and antibiotics, not ideal, but they would let her get back into the fight.
After covering her injuries and applying bandages to prevent any chafing, Barbara sat down to figure out her next step, she would need to catch up with Amanda and make sure she was still okay. Her last report was that the shop looked empty and the Bookmobile was nowhere to be seen.
Barbara pulled on a fresh outfit. Her body was sore and she was tired, but the clock was still ticking. She still had an advantage over Lydia, and apparently the Bookworm. From what she knew about the Bookworm, he could have a million plans for the book. He might want it for his own collection, or he might have a shady buyer already lined up.
If they managed to get out of Gotham with the book, Barbara would never get it back. She knew she needed to go and back up Amanda and that time was against her. Within an hour of getting to her apartment, Barbara was back on her Batgirl-cycle and heading back into the heart of Gotham.
A half hour later she pulled into a parking lot near the Leatherback’s antiquarian book shop. She parked her Batgirl-cycle and did the last quarter mile on foot. She arrived in the shadows across the street from the Valuable Volumes Bookshop, LLC.
An alley next to the shop had the same Bookmobile that Barbara had seen outside Fortunato’s. It was backed into the alley discretely. Barbara wondered why Amanda hadn’t reported seeing it pull in.
Stealing silently across the street, Barbara felt the hood of the van. It was cold to the touch. It hadn’t moved in hours.
Barbara looked around for her sidekick. There was no sign of her. Checking the time, it was past two in the morning. Gotham would be completely dead by now. Most bars would have finished last call and this commercial area was particularly quiet.
Amanda was missing and this van had obviously been parked here for a long time. Where could she have been? Why didn’t she report seeing it? Was Lydia in the shop, in the van or somewhere else?
Lydia had gotten the better of Batgirl twice now. Barbara was injured and exhausted, she knew Lydia Limpet wouldn’t be able to beat her in a fair fight, but, this wasn’t a sporting match and what tricks Lydia might employ would never be fair in the first place.
Barbara wanted to find Amanda, first and foremost. The shop had a very modern security system in it. It would pose little difficulty to Batgirl, but the bookmobile would be far easier to crack and she knew Lydia had been in it with the stolen book.
Just as Barbara had guessed, the Bookmobile was easy pickings; it took her less than a minute to unlock and with her penlight in hand, she started to dig through its interior.
The van had two stacks of shelving on either side. Each shelf came with a wooden dowel to keep the many books from spilling onto the floor. Behind the driver’s seat there was a small overstuffed chair with several cushions suitable for storytime strewn across the back floor.
Barbara climbed into the front seat and started to look for clues. The first thing she found were pile of key rings in the glove box. One of them was for Fortunato’s. It had a fob in the shape of a wine bottle that was engraved “fortunato’s”. The second was to “Valuable Volumes”, along with another selection of keys.
Barbara looked instinctively the building she was parked next to. She put the keys back where they came from and continued to explore the inside of the van. She moved to the back and instinctively began checking the books on the shelves. This time she was making sure to avoid any of her previous mistakes and put a small respirator over her eyes, nose and mouth.
After checking most of the books she found a series of them that had been glued together and formed a false front. As she pulled it down a puff of gas shot harmlessly into her face, the respirator filters easily prevented the gas from being inhaled.
When Barbara flipped the hidden cabinet open, she found Lydia’s clutch purse and inside was the little leather pouch containing the small priceless book. Barbara examined the book just to make certain it was not a red herring. In the dim light of her flashlight Barbara could tell she had the real one. She knew the blotchy quill ink of Edgar Allan Poe from the many times she had been honored to touch and hold the book.
Barbara wrapped the book back into the soft protective skin and returned Lydia’s purse from where she found it. Satisfied that Lydia was effectively thwarted, Barbara climbed back into the driver’s seat with her treasure.
She looked up at the building before she climbed out. She looked out at the closed glove box and back at the building.
If Lydia was inside the book shop, how could the keys be in the glove box? Barbara took out the “Valuable Volumes” keys and looked at them again.
She took the keys and walked around to the front of the building. She compared the font on glass and the etching in the fob. Then she looked at the Names again, “Valuable Volumes, LLC” and “Valuable Volumes”.
Barbara could immediately have kicked herself. She had completely missed the point.
There were two bookshops. Valuable Volumes, LLC was the name of the antiquarian book shop that Oscar Leatherback had been running and Barbara had been helping inventory. “Valuable Volumes”, also owned by the late Oscar Leatherback was how he could afford to buy and sell rare books. It was his family’s adult bookstore.
When Barbara was looking for antiquarian bookshops, she didn’t see the adult novelty store come up. When Amanda was looking for book themed stores, she probably never saw the rare book dealer, they were a very exclusive, appointment only establishment. When they had been discussing the stakeout, both women thought the other was talking about the same business.
Barbara and Amanda were at two different places.
Heading back to her Batgirl-cycle, Barbara dialed Amanda’s number. Looking at the time, she realized how overdue Robyn was for a check in.
Lydia would have to wait, Barbara needed to get in touch with Amanda. She dialed Amanda’s Bat-phone. She was hoping Amanda would pick up and she was just over reacting.
She listened for the ring and the connection. Her heart sank when a familiar voice came on.
“Hello Batgirl, I was expecting to hear from you.” Barbara immediately recognized the sharp clean diction of Lydia Limpet.
“Lydia! What have you done to Robyn?”
“Oh Batgirl, where is the witty repartee for which you are so well known?” Lydia injected a tone of faux exasperation in her voice. “And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.”
“If you do anything to her, it will be your grave you’ll be resting in,” Barbara spat back at him.
“That is much better… I was torn between excitement and disappointment to realize that you cheated death yet again. I can only assume you have the book in hand, calling from the front of Valuable Volumes ” Barbara could hear the joy in her taunts. “I warned Bookworm the book would be safer elsewhere. can only assume you have purloined the book once more from my compatriot,. I am quite gratified.”
“You’re happy I recovered the book?”
"Oh very! Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should not? You see Batgirl, if you give me the book I don’t have to pay I won’t have to pay Bookworm for his part…. Most satisfying…” The vile, churlish tone in his voice made her skin crawl. “When I stole the book I was able to find out who Bookworm was going sell it to…”
“And what makes you think I am going to give you the book?”
“Neither could I forget what I had read of these pits—that the sudden extinction of life formed no part of their most horrible plan. If you don’t deliver the book, Batgirl, your pretty little friend will find herself going to pieces under the floorboards… or rather into pieces and then under the floorboards…” Barbara heard the gagged shriek of Amanda come through the phone. “What a tale their terror tells.”
Lydia abruptly ended the call without another word.
Has Lydia gotten the last word?
Is Robyn going to pieces over her mistake?
Is Batgirl being invited to join Robyn in another one of Lydia’s traps?
Find out in the next exciting Chapter,
Same Bat-time, Same Bat-channel
Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
Part 8
Lydia smiled at the phone, this was working out better than she had hoped. She hadn’t succeeded in killing anyone, but almost killing the police commissioner’s daughter was almost as good. She wondered briefly if she had been right about Miss Gordon? Was she a fetish freak, too? Gotham certainly had a few….
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,” Lydia looked at her prize. “You, my dear girl, are to play the most exciting plot device in my chronicle of criminality..”
Robyn tried to spit through the thick red leather gag in her mouth “Uck ewe crepe!” she pulled at her wrists but the thick prison grade leather restraints were not yielding at all. Robyn stood, pressed against the hard wooden surface. In addition to the cuffs pinning your wrists at her side, broad leather straps buckled her upright against the wooden panel.
The two inch wide straps ran across her shoulders, her waist and arms, hips and above her knees. The final straps cinched your ankles tight together. If it were not for thick, rigid leather straps, Roby would have toppled to the ground in a heap.
“Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay;
The worst is death, and death will have his day.”
Lydia gave a swish with her hand. “You my lovely damsel, you have but one key role to fulfill in my literal drama… The character of the ages. And one who is doomed to never understand her role in the plot…”
Lydia placed her hand gently on the stylized “R” over her left breast. Her finger tip traced down the curve of her bosom and then down to the narrow of Robyn’s waist. She thought about pulling off the thin black mask that hid her eyes. Instead she let the tips of her fingers trace down Robyn’s green shorts and the camel toe it hinted at.
“ ‘re ‘ou ‘ucking cravy?” Robyn pulled harder at the straps, she could feel her feet wiggling inches off the floor. Realizing that she was making no progress against the needlessly heavy restraints, she looked around the room.
It was not a big room. The far side across from her, not more than ten feet away, was a semicircular arrangement of walls, each three feet across and going up to the relatively high ceiling. The walls, floors and ceiling were painted a flat black. The center of each wall contained a narrow viewing port and the interior guts of a mechanism.
It took a minute for Robyn to realize she was at the center of a peep show, each wall contained a private booth where customers would feed coins to watch whatever sex acts were on display.
Lydia, seeing the recognition in Robyn's expression , said, “Fear not young lady! This is not for general viewing. Of course, I do have an audience in mind for you, but it is just your friend Batgirl.”
“W’at err ‘ou ‘lanning?” Robyn couldn’t understand why Lydia wanted her as bait to lure Batgirl into a trap or what its purpose could possibly be.
“Only the most literary crime in history, my dear. You see, Bookworm and I have been conspiring to steal one of the most valuable literary works in history, a first edition of the first self published book of poetry by the master of macabre, Edgar Allan Poe. And not just a random one of the only three hundred copies, but his personal copy…” Lydia pointed at Robyn. “But Bookworm was getting greedy and was insisting on an even split in the loot when I’ve done all of the work.”
“I knew that stealing the book from where it was kept in the Gotham Central Library Rare Book Collection would attract the attention of the Troublesome Trio and they would need to be either dealt with or eliminated.”
“My first plan was to eliminate the lovely and very connected Librarian, Barbara Gordon and in doing so, hide the theft of the book. After all, the best crime is when there’s no crime… We also knew that the fetish friendly librarian’s death would be swept under the rug to preserve the reputation of her Police Commissioner father. Failing that, the Terrific Trio would pursue to the ends of the Earth to recover the book.” Lydia was becoming enthralled with her own narrative. “Getting rid of Batgirl would be reward enough, as long as I get to hold onto the book, but taking all the risk, I see no reason to share it with Bookworm.”
“The best part is I can give up Bookworm and oil the wheels of justice without being caught under them myself. Happily, Bookworm will spend forever pushing a library cart inside the halls of Gotham State Penitentiary prison, to suffer the wrath of an angry city.”
“And now, I am only awaiting the delivery of that most valued tome.” Lydia traced her finger down the top of Robyn’s green shorts, letting the tips of her fingers stroke the fabric between Robyn’s thighs.
“Round and round the ghosts of beauty glide, and haunt the places where their honour died.”
“Once Batgirl has turned the book over to me, I will leave you to ponder weak and weary the fate I planned and you cannot escape.” With that, Lydia leaned over to the board where the helpless Robyn was strapped.
With some effort she started to crank a wheel hidden behind Robyn’s back. There was a squeak of unlubricated lumber and metal as the board started to tilt slowly from the vertical. Robyn tilted her head back and could see nothing but the cheap fluorescent lighting attached to the black ceiling panels. She looked down at her rising feet and struggled against the straps as the slab slowly rotated into a horizontal table. Her knees pushed uselessly against the thick leather restraints and she grunted obscenities as Lydia lowered Amanda’s head to the horizontal.
Robyn slowly saw what was coming into view. At first it looked like just piece of red scaffolding, but, as her head lowered she could see it was topped with an enormous red heart attached below the cross beam. Robyn suddenly screamed with recognition. The bottom of the red heart was traced with a shining reflective edge and the cross beam was seated in slotted tracks that came down on to either side of her neck. Robyn’s head lowered down in between the slotted rails to guide the heart shaped blade between her chin and shoulders.
“I am afraid that a pendulum was just not going to suit my present needs, Lady Robyn… but this should fit my gothic needs…” Lydia stood over Robyn with a board slotted down the middle and a half moon cut in the bottom. She slipped it into the tracks. “This my dear, is called the ‘lunette.’ It will keep the slice nice and clean… None of those messy ducking part of the away out messy ends,,,” Lydia shoved the board into place. Amanda was looking straight up at the heart shaped guillotine.
“Alice in Wonderland… Such an inspirational book… The sexiest of phrases of all literature… off with her head!!!” Lydia watched appreciatively as Robyn squirmed helplessly below the suspended blade. Lydia reached up to fine edge that had been ground into the heart shaped piece of steel.
“You see, once I get the book, I need to ensure my escape… I can’t very well have you and Batgirl trailing me out of the shop, just to pick me up later…. I believe this” he held up a small cylinder with a red button at one end “will ensure that I have no impediments to my escape..”
He looked at the button. It was covered with an opake plastic cover. “This is what is known as a dead man’s switch. Once the button is pressed, letting go of it for any reason will ignite a fuse that is coiled onto the rope holding the guillotine blade above your pretty little neck. Within a second the rope will burn through and the Red Queen shall have your head in a basket…”
Lydia stepped back to admire her handiwork. Robyn, strapped tightly to the wooden boards, lay face up beneath the sharpened heart shaped blade of the guillotine. The pointed bottom of the heart set to decapitate her if Batgirl gave her the slightest cause.
Lydia let her hand stroke Amanda’s Robyn costume. At first she massaged the girl’s crotch through the material of her costume. Robyn jerked in her restraints unable to see her torso and forced only to look up at the menacing blade.
She could feel Lydia’s hand working its way up to the top of her shorts and cresting the waist band. Amanda pulled again as she felt Lydia’s cool fingers start to work her way down over her tummy. She jerked at her ankle restraints and tugged uselessly at her wrists to free her hands.
Unhindered by conscience, Lydia’s fingers found their way into the folds of Amanda’s sex.
“Are you getting all excited, Robyn?” Lydia pushed her fingers into the fold’s of her captive’s sex. She was pleasantly surprised at how moist her captive was. “Is that something you and Batgirl share? A danger fetish?”
Lydia pushed her fingers deeper into the folds of Robyn’s sex and felt the moisture spreading. She kept her eyes locked on the young heroine as she thrust and pulled.
Robyn moaned into her gag as she tried vainly to spread her legs wider. She mewed into the thick gag, begging for mercy.
Lydia could not help herself, every sadistic bone her body was lusting after the little red-head. She pushed her fingers deeper inside her trapped victim. Her fingers found a deep, rough rhythm. Robyn continued to squirm and gyrate as Lydia forced her to cum. Robyn shuddered in orgasm and Lydia continued to pump her fingers deep inside her moaning victim. She pushed Robyn to a second bucking orgasm almost as soon as she reached the first climax.
Lydia watched her face and realized that Robyn’s eyes were locked on the metal blade dangling over her neck, the tip of the metal blade aimed squarely at her throat.
Holy Poe-gasm Robyn about to be sex-ecuted by Lydia Limpet?
Will Barbara be able to come in time?
Will Robyn lose her head while Lydia is giving head?
Is Lydia going to get off with the book in tow?
Find out next episode,
Same bat-time, Same Bat-channel
Lydia smiled at the phone, this was working out better than she had hoped. She hadn’t succeeded in killing anyone, but almost killing the police commissioner’s daughter was almost as good. She wondered briefly if she had been right about Miss Gordon? Was she a fetish freak, too? Gotham certainly had a few….
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,” Lydia looked at her prize. “You, my dear girl, are to play the most exciting plot device in my chronicle of criminality..”
Robyn tried to spit through the thick red leather gag in her mouth “Uck ewe crepe!” she pulled at her wrists but the thick prison grade leather restraints were not yielding at all. Robyn stood, pressed against the hard wooden surface. In addition to the cuffs pinning your wrists at her side, broad leather straps buckled her upright against the wooden panel.
The two inch wide straps ran across her shoulders, her waist and arms, hips and above her knees. The final straps cinched your ankles tight together. If it were not for thick, rigid leather straps, Roby would have toppled to the ground in a heap.
“Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay;
The worst is death, and death will have his day.”
Lydia gave a swish with her hand. “You my lovely damsel, you have but one key role to fulfill in my literal drama… The character of the ages. And one who is doomed to never understand her role in the plot…”
Lydia placed her hand gently on the stylized “R” over her left breast. Her finger tip traced down the curve of her bosom and then down to the narrow of Robyn’s waist. She thought about pulling off the thin black mask that hid her eyes. Instead she let the tips of her fingers trace down Robyn’s green shorts and the camel toe it hinted at.
“ ‘re ‘ou ‘ucking cravy?” Robyn pulled harder at the straps, she could feel her feet wiggling inches off the floor. Realizing that she was making no progress against the needlessly heavy restraints, she looked around the room.
It was not a big room. The far side across from her, not more than ten feet away, was a semicircular arrangement of walls, each three feet across and going up to the relatively high ceiling. The walls, floors and ceiling were painted a flat black. The center of each wall contained a narrow viewing port and the interior guts of a mechanism.
It took a minute for Robyn to realize she was at the center of a peep show, each wall contained a private booth where customers would feed coins to watch whatever sex acts were on display.
Lydia, seeing the recognition in Robyn's expression , said, “Fear not young lady! This is not for general viewing. Of course, I do have an audience in mind for you, but it is just your friend Batgirl.”
“W’at err ‘ou ‘lanning?” Robyn couldn’t understand why Lydia wanted her as bait to lure Batgirl into a trap or what its purpose could possibly be.
“Only the most literary crime in history, my dear. You see, Bookworm and I have been conspiring to steal one of the most valuable literary works in history, a first edition of the first self published book of poetry by the master of macabre, Edgar Allan Poe. And not just a random one of the only three hundred copies, but his personal copy…” Lydia pointed at Robyn. “But Bookworm was getting greedy and was insisting on an even split in the loot when I’ve done all of the work.”
“I knew that stealing the book from where it was kept in the Gotham Central Library Rare Book Collection would attract the attention of the Troublesome Trio and they would need to be either dealt with or eliminated.”
“My first plan was to eliminate the lovely and very connected Librarian, Barbara Gordon and in doing so, hide the theft of the book. After all, the best crime is when there’s no crime… We also knew that the fetish friendly librarian’s death would be swept under the rug to preserve the reputation of her Police Commissioner father. Failing that, the Terrific Trio would pursue to the ends of the Earth to recover the book.” Lydia was becoming enthralled with her own narrative. “Getting rid of Batgirl would be reward enough, as long as I get to hold onto the book, but taking all the risk, I see no reason to share it with Bookworm.”
“The best part is I can give up Bookworm and oil the wheels of justice without being caught under them myself. Happily, Bookworm will spend forever pushing a library cart inside the halls of Gotham State Penitentiary prison, to suffer the wrath of an angry city.”
“And now, I am only awaiting the delivery of that most valued tome.” Lydia traced her finger down the top of Robyn’s green shorts, letting the tips of her fingers stroke the fabric between Robyn’s thighs.
“Round and round the ghosts of beauty glide, and haunt the places where their honour died.”
“Once Batgirl has turned the book over to me, I will leave you to ponder weak and weary the fate I planned and you cannot escape.” With that, Lydia leaned over to the board where the helpless Robyn was strapped.
With some effort she started to crank a wheel hidden behind Robyn’s back. There was a squeak of unlubricated lumber and metal as the board started to tilt slowly from the vertical. Robyn tilted her head back and could see nothing but the cheap fluorescent lighting attached to the black ceiling panels. She looked down at her rising feet and struggled against the straps as the slab slowly rotated into a horizontal table. Her knees pushed uselessly against the thick leather restraints and she grunted obscenities as Lydia lowered Amanda’s head to the horizontal.
Robyn slowly saw what was coming into view. At first it looked like just piece of red scaffolding, but, as her head lowered she could see it was topped with an enormous red heart attached below the cross beam. Robyn suddenly screamed with recognition. The bottom of the red heart was traced with a shining reflective edge and the cross beam was seated in slotted tracks that came down on to either side of her neck. Robyn’s head lowered down in between the slotted rails to guide the heart shaped blade between her chin and shoulders.
“I am afraid that a pendulum was just not going to suit my present needs, Lady Robyn… but this should fit my gothic needs…” Lydia stood over Robyn with a board slotted down the middle and a half moon cut in the bottom. She slipped it into the tracks. “This my dear, is called the ‘lunette.’ It will keep the slice nice and clean… None of those messy ducking part of the away out messy ends,,,” Lydia shoved the board into place. Amanda was looking straight up at the heart shaped guillotine.
“Alice in Wonderland… Such an inspirational book… The sexiest of phrases of all literature… off with her head!!!” Lydia watched appreciatively as Robyn squirmed helplessly below the suspended blade. Lydia reached up to fine edge that had been ground into the heart shaped piece of steel.
“You see, once I get the book, I need to ensure my escape… I can’t very well have you and Batgirl trailing me out of the shop, just to pick me up later…. I believe this” he held up a small cylinder with a red button at one end “will ensure that I have no impediments to my escape..”
He looked at the button. It was covered with an opake plastic cover. “This is what is known as a dead man’s switch. Once the button is pressed, letting go of it for any reason will ignite a fuse that is coiled onto the rope holding the guillotine blade above your pretty little neck. Within a second the rope will burn through and the Red Queen shall have your head in a basket…”
Lydia stepped back to admire her handiwork. Robyn, strapped tightly to the wooden boards, lay face up beneath the sharpened heart shaped blade of the guillotine. The pointed bottom of the heart set to decapitate her if Batgirl gave her the slightest cause.
Lydia let her hand stroke Amanda’s Robyn costume. At first she massaged the girl’s crotch through the material of her costume. Robyn jerked in her restraints unable to see her torso and forced only to look up at the menacing blade.
She could feel Lydia’s hand working its way up to the top of her shorts and cresting the waist band. Amanda pulled again as she felt Lydia’s cool fingers start to work her way down over her tummy. She jerked at her ankle restraints and tugged uselessly at her wrists to free her hands.
Unhindered by conscience, Lydia’s fingers found their way into the folds of Amanda’s sex.
“Are you getting all excited, Robyn?” Lydia pushed her fingers into the fold’s of her captive’s sex. She was pleasantly surprised at how moist her captive was. “Is that something you and Batgirl share? A danger fetish?”
Lydia pushed her fingers deeper into the folds of Robyn’s sex and felt the moisture spreading. She kept her eyes locked on the young heroine as she thrust and pulled.
Robyn moaned into her gag as she tried vainly to spread her legs wider. She mewed into the thick gag, begging for mercy.
Lydia could not help herself, every sadistic bone her body was lusting after the little red-head. She pushed her fingers deeper inside her trapped victim. Her fingers found a deep, rough rhythm. Robyn continued to squirm and gyrate as Lydia forced her to cum. Robyn shuddered in orgasm and Lydia continued to pump her fingers deep inside her moaning victim. She pushed Robyn to a second bucking orgasm almost as soon as she reached the first climax.
Lydia watched her face and realized that Robyn’s eyes were locked on the metal blade dangling over her neck, the tip of the metal blade aimed squarely at her throat.
Holy Poe-gasm Robyn about to be sex-ecuted by Lydia Limpet?
Will Barbara be able to come in time?
Will Robyn lose her head while Lydia is giving head?
Is Lydia going to get off with the book in tow?
Find out next episode,
Same bat-time, Same Bat-channel
Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
“Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.”
As Batgirl and Robyn suffer, from knockouts and traps and orgasms oh my, we are blessed to follow the tale!
Your inclusion of quotes from the works of Poe have been utilised spectacularly, each one used masterfully and have been used in perfect tandem with the actions and schemes of the villainous Lydia. Your story has elevated her greatly, a true threat and temptation who has her own wicked schemes.
The methods of knockouts rank up there with those of the 60's series, with them having the fine balance of 'fiendishly clever' and 'blatantly obvious'.
"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty"
You are indeed creating a beauty of story.
As Batgirl and Robyn suffer, from knockouts and traps and orgasms oh my, we are blessed to follow the tale!
Your inclusion of quotes from the works of Poe have been utilised spectacularly, each one used masterfully and have been used in perfect tandem with the actions and schemes of the villainous Lydia. Your story has elevated her greatly, a true threat and temptation who has her own wicked schemes.
The methods of knockouts rank up there with those of the 60's series, with them having the fine balance of 'fiendishly clever' and 'blatantly obvious'.
"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty"
You are indeed creating a beauty of story.
Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
“Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.”
As Batgirl and Robyn suffer, from knockouts and traps and orgasms oh my, we are blessed to follow the tale!
Your inclusion of quotes from the works of Poe have been utilised spectacularly, each one used masterfully and have been used in perfect tandem with the actions and schemes of the villainous Lydia. Your story has elevated her greatly, a true threat and temptation who has her own wicked schemes.
The methods of knockouts rank up there with those of the 60's series, with them having the fine balance of 'fiendishly clever' and 'blatantly obvious'.
"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty"
You are indeed creating a beauty of story.
As Batgirl and Robyn suffer, from knockouts and traps and orgasms oh my, we are blessed to follow the tale!
Your inclusion of quotes from the works of Poe have been utilised spectacularly, each one used masterfully and have been used in perfect tandem with the actions and schemes of the villainous Lydia. Your story has elevated her greatly, a true threat and temptation who has her own wicked schemes.
The methods of knockouts rank up there with those of the 60's series, with them having the fine balance of 'fiendishly clever' and 'blatantly obvious'.
"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty"
You are indeed creating a beauty of story.
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Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
This story is getting better than I thought. So many scenarios spinning in my mind...
Will the brave Batgirl is about to sacrifice herself for Robin?
Is it a plan from Lydia to caught both of them?
I can't wait to read more!
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Will the brave Batgirl is about to sacrifice herself for Robin?
Is it a plan from Lydia to caught both of them?
I can't wait to read more!
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Re: Batgirl: Perils and the Poe-gasm
Part 10
Barbara watched the door close behind Lydia and heard multiple bolts sliding home. Lydia was making sure Barbara and Amanda weren’t going to leave the room alive.
She also made a guess that when Lydia was far enough away the dead man’s switch would lose signal, the guillotine would drop on Robyn and dozens of knives would carve her up simultaneously.
“Are you okay?” Barbara asked
“Oo’ I ‘ook o’tay?” Amanda answered, eyes locked on the heart shaped blade above her neck.
“Just don’t panic, Robyn..” Barbara was desperately trying to figure a way to thwart the device that was set to burn through the rope and release the guillotine. She figured she only had a minute or two before Lydia would be out of range, or maybe even trigger the death trap out of spite.
“Eas’ or ‘ou to say,” Amanda was struggling against the medical restraints that were pinning her in place.
Barabara reached down on to her belt. She could hear another peep show booths snapping to the ready position. She turned her head slightly to gauge the where the blades would be coming from and to where they would be headed to. Along the far wall she could see marks where knives had penetrated.
At that moment she smelt burnt hemp and turned her head just in time to see the cleat holding guillotine blade smoking as it started to burn the rope.
As soon as the rope exploded with fire, Barbara pulled the two bat-arangs she had been reaching for from her belt. She didn’t have time to give much thought to her aim but let fly with them with all her strength, just as she heard the porn booths let fly with her their first salvo of deadly book marks.
Barbara was already diving across the floor as the Bat-arangs thudded hard against wood. She didn’t have time to see if the Bat-arangs had hit their marks, her attention was now consumed by the swishing noise as dozens of flat metal blades shot across the room. They sounded like a group of archers firing across a medieval battlefield. An instant after the first salvo was launched, Barbara could hear them burying not just into the wood floor where she had been standing, but also the far wall of the room, some aimed high, some low and in every direction she could imagine.
Fortunately, Barbara was headed for the one spot in the room she knew would be safe. She crouched down next to the guillotine. The same spot Lydia had told her was a blind spot for the weapons. After landing, Barbara could do nothing other than wait for the machinery to run out of blades to fire. She knew it couldn’t have been more than fifteen or twenty seconds, but hundreds of blades were whizzing all around her.
She could smell the burning of the rope on the guillotine, but there was nothing she could do at that point to save Robyn. Suddenly, she heard the snap of the rope and the heavy blade scraping down the track, pulled by gravity towards Robyn’s exposed throat.
Then came the sickening sound of metal on wood as the blade abruptly halted in heavy timber.
Barbara winced at the sound, knowing what it could mean.
The fuselade of razor sharp book marks continued to strike every corner of the room as she listened to the painful silence after the guillotine struck.
When the entire magazine of book marks had been expended, Barbara continued to crouch on the floor, eyes tight shut, not wanting to confront Robyn’s fate.
“ ‘Oly f’ck!” Amanda’s voice was quavering with emotion.
Barbara looked up. The room was covered in hundreds of steel blades, sticking from almost every surface. There was a neat semi circle around where Barbara had landed and a clear spot behind her on the wall, just the right height for Lydia Limpet to weather the metal storm.
“ ‘Oly f’ck!” Amanda repeated.
Barbara looked at the Guillotine table. Amazingly, the hundreds of blades had completely missed the Girl Wonder. A few blades had struck the side of the table and one was buried harmlessly into the thick leather medical restraints that held her down.
“ ‘Oly f’ck!” was all that Amanda could manage to repeat a third time.
Both of Barbara’s Bat-arangs had hit their marks, one on each side of Amanda’s head. They had both punched through the lunette that had pinned Robyn’s neck àin place below the guillotine. The force of the strikes had partially bent the wood, forcing the Lunette out of its track and into the path of the dropping guillotine.
The tip of the heart shaped blade had been forced to a halt just a half inch from Amanada’s throat.
“Can ‘ou g’t me th’ f’ck ou’ of th’s?” Robyn shook her wrists against the cuffs and jerked her feet against the straps on her legs and ankles. It was a futile struggle but it motivated Barbara to re-double her efforts.
Stepping over to the guillotine, Barbara grabbed at the device and with a few sharp tugs dislodged the heavy, heart shaped blade from its tracks. What was left of the burnt rope dropped down on Robyn’s face. She shook her gagged head to get the rope to fall clear.
The broken remnants of the lunette went next as Barbara tried to free her companion from the damaged death trap. She pulled at the buckles on the medical restraints and within a couple of minutes, Robyn was sitting up and spitting the thick ball gag out of her mouth.
“Holy fuck, Batgirl…” Amanda wiped the crusting drool from her mouth. “That’s what I call a death trap…” She pointed to the steel guillotine blade laying on the floor. The red metal paint was scuffed and there were rolls in Bat-arangs had intercepted the deadly drop.
“Now, that’s what I call a souvenir….” Robyn inspected the massive piece of metal. It must have weighed at least twenty pounds. “That fucker is going on the wall in my bedroom….”
Amanda suddenly blushed. “Well, you know what I mean…” She suddenly started to fix her costume where Lydia had been fingering her.
Barbara laughed, she was pretty excited herself. Robyn was still new to crime fighting and maybe hadn’t realized that it was a very addictive business. She would never feel more alive than the moments where she escaped death despite impossible odds. Barbara’s Batgirl suit was pretty damp in certain places as well.
Robyn looked around at the destruction and chaos.
“Sorry, if I screwed things up… Lydia got the book and she must be twenty miles from here by now.”
“Don’t worry… It’s not that bad.” Barbara was trying to lift the metal guillotine blade out of the debris. “She doesn’t have the real book. I gave her the one she swapped at the library. The real one is in my Batgirl cycle. And I put a Bat-GPS tracker in the binding of the book she has. Chief O’Hara’s men have probably already pulled her over and I doubt she had a chance to refill the gas canisters in her titties…”
“Wow, are we going to tell them about this?” Robyn motioned to the destruction inside the porn shop. “I mean, she tried to kill us both and came damn close.”
“We have her on video stealing the book and trying to kill Barbara Gordon. Grand Theft, kidnapping and attempted murder with extenuating circumstances, she is going away for a long time. Do you want to sit in the witness stand and explain how she played with your pussy before trying to chop your head off?”
Barbara pointed at the Guillotine blade on the floor. “And that little souvenir goes into the evidence locker forever.”
“And the Sybian?” Robyn looked longingly at the metal blade.
“And the Sybian.” Barbara put her hand on Robyn’s shoulder. “We’ll get it over to your apartment tomorrow.”
Barbara’s Bat-phone started to beep. “It’s Da..Commissioner Gordon.”
“Hello, Commissioner,” Barbara put it on speaker so Robyn could hear it, too.
“Hello Batgirl. I just wanted to let you know that Chief O’Hara and his boys have captured the Ms. Lympet, just like you said.”
“I’m glad to hear that Commissioner. Robyn, my new side kick was instrumental in helping me locate her.” Barbara gave a smiling nod to Amanda.
“Yes, yes… I am sure Batman will be glad to hear that you are sharing the credit. It was awfully nice of him to let you in on the action for this case. He is always so magnanimous with the credit.”
“What?”
“Well, O’Hara and I were just discussing the case with him… I am so happy that he was able to save my daughter, Barbara, from the clutches of those foul fiends.”
“HE SAVED HER?” Barbara was livid, “I believe she rescued herself. That’s what she told me…”
“Yes, I am sure he told her to. He was obviously trying to help my family out… He doesn’t want Barbara to be portrayed in the press as some sort of ‘damsel in distress’ when she is the daughter of the police commissioner.” Barbara could hear her father’s voice cracking. It must have been a very trying day for him.
“So what did Batman know about the case?” Batgirl and Robyn were the only two that knew the entire story of the theft and she wanted to know what Batman knew and how he knew it.
“Well, he said that Bookworm and his moll, Lydia Limpet were in town to steal the priceless copy of the Tales of Tamerlane, which I don’t know if you are aware, was Edgar Allan Poe’s personal copy. It was put on permanent loan by Thomas and Martha Wayne years ago. My daughter says they would probably not have donated it if they had realized how valuable it would become. I understand that Bruce Wayne had it insured for three million dollars just last year…”
“Really?” Barbara wasn’t surprised. Bruce Wayne on more than one occasion had made inquiries about the book and rescinding the loan. But, the book was very well known and the publicity around it had made taking it out of the Gotham Public Library very unpopular and the city didn’t have the funds to purchase the book.
“Yes, by the way… do you have the real book? Mr Wayne says the one Chief O’Hara recovered is a fake. He thinks that Bookworm got away with the real one.”
“I’ll bet he was already on the phone with his insurance company,” Barbara was trying not to let her sarcasm get the better of her. “I have the real one and I will bring it by Police Headquarters tomorrow.”
“As a matter of fact he actually was calling them from my office… I am sure he will be relieved to hear the book has been safely recovered… Well, It’s getting late and I still haven’t heard from my daughter, Barbara.”
“Barbara is safe and sound, I had her sleep in a motel for security tonight. I am sure you’ll see her tomorrow. Good night, Commissioner.” Barbara turned off the phone and started to look at Robyn.
“How the fuck did Batman know about the robbery? And how is he claiming that Gordon chick was rescued by him? You said she untied herself.”
“Welcome to crimefighting in Gotham.” Barbara laughed. It was an angry laugh, but it was a laugh. “Gordon and O’Hara have been dealing with Batman for years. It’s complicated.” Despite how pissed she was, Barbara wasn’t going to bad mouth her father and god father, not even to her sidekick.
“My guess is Bruce Wayne is the one that put Bookworm up to stealing the book. Lydia didn’t know who the final buyer was, at least not to start. Once she found out, she was going to cut Bookworm out of the deal entirely, maybe get him to take the fall for the job. Wayne gets the book and the insurance money and maybe gets rid of Lydia and saves having to pay her, also.”
“Holy fakers and frauds, Batgirl!” Robyn punched her glove. “Even the good guys are douches!”
“Welcome to Gotham, Kiddo…” Barbara put her glove on Robyn’s shoulder. Robyn lifted the guillotine blade under her arm.
“So, Batgirl, how are we going to get that Sybian thing back to my apartment?”
FINIS
Barbara watched the door close behind Lydia and heard multiple bolts sliding home. Lydia was making sure Barbara and Amanda weren’t going to leave the room alive.
She also made a guess that when Lydia was far enough away the dead man’s switch would lose signal, the guillotine would drop on Robyn and dozens of knives would carve her up simultaneously.
“Are you okay?” Barbara asked
“Oo’ I ‘ook o’tay?” Amanda answered, eyes locked on the heart shaped blade above her neck.
“Just don’t panic, Robyn..” Barbara was desperately trying to figure a way to thwart the device that was set to burn through the rope and release the guillotine. She figured she only had a minute or two before Lydia would be out of range, or maybe even trigger the death trap out of spite.
“Eas’ or ‘ou to say,” Amanda was struggling against the medical restraints that were pinning her in place.
Barabara reached down on to her belt. She could hear another peep show booths snapping to the ready position. She turned her head slightly to gauge the where the blades would be coming from and to where they would be headed to. Along the far wall she could see marks where knives had penetrated.
At that moment she smelt burnt hemp and turned her head just in time to see the cleat holding guillotine blade smoking as it started to burn the rope.
As soon as the rope exploded with fire, Barbara pulled the two bat-arangs she had been reaching for from her belt. She didn’t have time to give much thought to her aim but let fly with them with all her strength, just as she heard the porn booths let fly with her their first salvo of deadly book marks.
Barbara was already diving across the floor as the Bat-arangs thudded hard against wood. She didn’t have time to see if the Bat-arangs had hit their marks, her attention was now consumed by the swishing noise as dozens of flat metal blades shot across the room. They sounded like a group of archers firing across a medieval battlefield. An instant after the first salvo was launched, Barbara could hear them burying not just into the wood floor where she had been standing, but also the far wall of the room, some aimed high, some low and in every direction she could imagine.
Fortunately, Barbara was headed for the one spot in the room she knew would be safe. She crouched down next to the guillotine. The same spot Lydia had told her was a blind spot for the weapons. After landing, Barbara could do nothing other than wait for the machinery to run out of blades to fire. She knew it couldn’t have been more than fifteen or twenty seconds, but hundreds of blades were whizzing all around her.
She could smell the burning of the rope on the guillotine, but there was nothing she could do at that point to save Robyn. Suddenly, she heard the snap of the rope and the heavy blade scraping down the track, pulled by gravity towards Robyn’s exposed throat.
Then came the sickening sound of metal on wood as the blade abruptly halted in heavy timber.
Barbara winced at the sound, knowing what it could mean.
The fuselade of razor sharp book marks continued to strike every corner of the room as she listened to the painful silence after the guillotine struck.
When the entire magazine of book marks had been expended, Barbara continued to crouch on the floor, eyes tight shut, not wanting to confront Robyn’s fate.
“ ‘Oly f’ck!” Amanda’s voice was quavering with emotion.
Barbara looked up. The room was covered in hundreds of steel blades, sticking from almost every surface. There was a neat semi circle around where Barbara had landed and a clear spot behind her on the wall, just the right height for Lydia Limpet to weather the metal storm.
“ ‘Oly f’ck!” Amanda repeated.
Barbara looked at the Guillotine table. Amazingly, the hundreds of blades had completely missed the Girl Wonder. A few blades had struck the side of the table and one was buried harmlessly into the thick leather medical restraints that held her down.
“ ‘Oly f’ck!” was all that Amanda could manage to repeat a third time.
Both of Barbara’s Bat-arangs had hit their marks, one on each side of Amanda’s head. They had both punched through the lunette that had pinned Robyn’s neck àin place below the guillotine. The force of the strikes had partially bent the wood, forcing the Lunette out of its track and into the path of the dropping guillotine.
The tip of the heart shaped blade had been forced to a halt just a half inch from Amanada’s throat.
“Can ‘ou g’t me th’ f’ck ou’ of th’s?” Robyn shook her wrists against the cuffs and jerked her feet against the straps on her legs and ankles. It was a futile struggle but it motivated Barbara to re-double her efforts.
Stepping over to the guillotine, Barbara grabbed at the device and with a few sharp tugs dislodged the heavy, heart shaped blade from its tracks. What was left of the burnt rope dropped down on Robyn’s face. She shook her gagged head to get the rope to fall clear.
The broken remnants of the lunette went next as Barbara tried to free her companion from the damaged death trap. She pulled at the buckles on the medical restraints and within a couple of minutes, Robyn was sitting up and spitting the thick ball gag out of her mouth.
“Holy fuck, Batgirl…” Amanda wiped the crusting drool from her mouth. “That’s what I call a death trap…” She pointed to the steel guillotine blade laying on the floor. The red metal paint was scuffed and there were rolls in Bat-arangs had intercepted the deadly drop.
“Now, that’s what I call a souvenir….” Robyn inspected the massive piece of metal. It must have weighed at least twenty pounds. “That fucker is going on the wall in my bedroom….”
Amanda suddenly blushed. “Well, you know what I mean…” She suddenly started to fix her costume where Lydia had been fingering her.
Barbara laughed, she was pretty excited herself. Robyn was still new to crime fighting and maybe hadn’t realized that it was a very addictive business. She would never feel more alive than the moments where she escaped death despite impossible odds. Barbara’s Batgirl suit was pretty damp in certain places as well.
Robyn looked around at the destruction and chaos.
“Sorry, if I screwed things up… Lydia got the book and she must be twenty miles from here by now.”
“Don’t worry… It’s not that bad.” Barbara was trying to lift the metal guillotine blade out of the debris. “She doesn’t have the real book. I gave her the one she swapped at the library. The real one is in my Batgirl cycle. And I put a Bat-GPS tracker in the binding of the book she has. Chief O’Hara’s men have probably already pulled her over and I doubt she had a chance to refill the gas canisters in her titties…”
“Wow, are we going to tell them about this?” Robyn motioned to the destruction inside the porn shop. “I mean, she tried to kill us both and came damn close.”
“We have her on video stealing the book and trying to kill Barbara Gordon. Grand Theft, kidnapping and attempted murder with extenuating circumstances, she is going away for a long time. Do you want to sit in the witness stand and explain how she played with your pussy before trying to chop your head off?”
Barbara pointed at the Guillotine blade on the floor. “And that little souvenir goes into the evidence locker forever.”
“And the Sybian?” Robyn looked longingly at the metal blade.
“And the Sybian.” Barbara put her hand on Robyn’s shoulder. “We’ll get it over to your apartment tomorrow.”
Barbara’s Bat-phone started to beep. “It’s Da..Commissioner Gordon.”
“Hello, Commissioner,” Barbara put it on speaker so Robyn could hear it, too.
“Hello Batgirl. I just wanted to let you know that Chief O’Hara and his boys have captured the Ms. Lympet, just like you said.”
“I’m glad to hear that Commissioner. Robyn, my new side kick was instrumental in helping me locate her.” Barbara gave a smiling nod to Amanda.
“Yes, yes… I am sure Batman will be glad to hear that you are sharing the credit. It was awfully nice of him to let you in on the action for this case. He is always so magnanimous with the credit.”
“What?”
“Well, O’Hara and I were just discussing the case with him… I am so happy that he was able to save my daughter, Barbara, from the clutches of those foul fiends.”
“HE SAVED HER?” Barbara was livid, “I believe she rescued herself. That’s what she told me…”
“Yes, I am sure he told her to. He was obviously trying to help my family out… He doesn’t want Barbara to be portrayed in the press as some sort of ‘damsel in distress’ when she is the daughter of the police commissioner.” Barbara could hear her father’s voice cracking. It must have been a very trying day for him.
“So what did Batman know about the case?” Batgirl and Robyn were the only two that knew the entire story of the theft and she wanted to know what Batman knew and how he knew it.
“Well, he said that Bookworm and his moll, Lydia Limpet were in town to steal the priceless copy of the Tales of Tamerlane, which I don’t know if you are aware, was Edgar Allan Poe’s personal copy. It was put on permanent loan by Thomas and Martha Wayne years ago. My daughter says they would probably not have donated it if they had realized how valuable it would become. I understand that Bruce Wayne had it insured for three million dollars just last year…”
“Really?” Barbara wasn’t surprised. Bruce Wayne on more than one occasion had made inquiries about the book and rescinding the loan. But, the book was very well known and the publicity around it had made taking it out of the Gotham Public Library very unpopular and the city didn’t have the funds to purchase the book.
“Yes, by the way… do you have the real book? Mr Wayne says the one Chief O’Hara recovered is a fake. He thinks that Bookworm got away with the real one.”
“I’ll bet he was already on the phone with his insurance company,” Barbara was trying not to let her sarcasm get the better of her. “I have the real one and I will bring it by Police Headquarters tomorrow.”
“As a matter of fact he actually was calling them from my office… I am sure he will be relieved to hear the book has been safely recovered… Well, It’s getting late and I still haven’t heard from my daughter, Barbara.”
“Barbara is safe and sound, I had her sleep in a motel for security tonight. I am sure you’ll see her tomorrow. Good night, Commissioner.” Barbara turned off the phone and started to look at Robyn.
“How the fuck did Batman know about the robbery? And how is he claiming that Gordon chick was rescued by him? You said she untied herself.”
“Welcome to crimefighting in Gotham.” Barbara laughed. It was an angry laugh, but it was a laugh. “Gordon and O’Hara have been dealing with Batman for years. It’s complicated.” Despite how pissed she was, Barbara wasn’t going to bad mouth her father and god father, not even to her sidekick.
“My guess is Bruce Wayne is the one that put Bookworm up to stealing the book. Lydia didn’t know who the final buyer was, at least not to start. Once she found out, she was going to cut Bookworm out of the deal entirely, maybe get him to take the fall for the job. Wayne gets the book and the insurance money and maybe gets rid of Lydia and saves having to pay her, also.”
“Holy fakers and frauds, Batgirl!” Robyn punched her glove. “Even the good guys are douches!”
“Welcome to Gotham, Kiddo…” Barbara put her glove on Robyn’s shoulder. Robyn lifted the guillotine blade under her arm.
“So, Batgirl, how are we going to get that Sybian thing back to my apartment?”
FINIS