She was back again. It had been years since she had been to the house, yet here she was again. She was going to confront her fears by going inside and confronting the man that had starred in many of her nightmares growing up and had unwittingly motivated her to become who she was now. She was Batgirl.
When she was young, and long before adopting her crime fighting persona, Barbara Gordon had run away from home. It was Halloween night and she found herself alone in the park late at night. Three men attempted to assault her. They weren't especially discreet about their intentions. She had to admit to being grateful when the mysterious man in the overlarge hat came to her rescue. He ended up being even more terrifying than the three men had been.
When the young Barbara Gordon arrived at the man's house, she quickly discovered that things were not as innocent as they initially appeared. The man was providing shelter to several other young people that had also run away from their homes, and she was so far the only girl present. Even more strange, they were all dressed in outfits that made them look like characters from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland. The man offered her a dress, saying she could play the part of Alice at their little tea party. Since it was Halloween, she initially decided to just play along and have a little fun.
It didn't take long for Barbara to surmise that things were very wrong. The biggest indicator was that all the other kids appeared to be under some kind of spell, and it seemed to somehow be linked to the tea. She refused to drink even a drop of it. The eccentric man became quite irate with her, screaming in her face. He very nearly forced her to drink his special tea before Batman came to her rescue. That night has haunted her ever since.
Being out in front of the house again brought the memories to the forefront of her mind. She unconsciously shivered in her purple Batgirl outfit though the night was the warmest it had been all summer.
So why exactly was she here again? She had heard about the Mad Hatter, Jervis Tetch, being released from Arkham Insane Asylum. Though his doctors had declared him sane, Barbara had her doubts, and the files stored on Arkham's secure server had only served to strengthen her conviction after she had hacked it. Most people would consider Tetch a simpleton. She had been taken in by his farce herself, so she knew better.
While he was certainly no criminal mastermind, Tetch was a genius. He did tend to fixate on Alice in Wonderland and was known to quote lines from it when distressed, but who didn't get a little upset on occasion? Who else could have developed such simple methods of mind control though?
Batgirl had been observing the house every night for the last week through the infrared goggles inside her cowl. It allowed her to see the heat signatures of the occupants of nearly any building. It was even advanced enough to differentiate on its own between the heat signatures of appliances and living beings. The only problem was that it was a little disorienting to walk around with it activated.
Tonight was the night that she would stop observing and take action on what she had seen. She had the proof she needed to prove that Tetch did still belong behind bars, even if those bars were within Arkham Asylum. Tetch was up to his old tricks again. He was not alone in the house. There were currently six other people in the house with him. Last night there had been eight, but not now. They were all in the room towards the back of the house where the large dining table had been, and they all appeared to be sitting. This would not look strange to someone that had not been in that room before with Tetch.
She knew she would need to be careful. Though Tetch was physically no match for her after all her years of martial arts practice, he could still be dangerous.
Getting to her feet, she deactivated her goggles and stretched quickly before going into action. The purple figure-hugging body suit stretched comfortably with her. Her gloved fingers quickly inventoried the yellow utility belt with its three gadget pouches hanging around her hips. She then tugged quickly on the tops of the purple ankle boots on her feet to make sure they were on correctly. The last thing she wanted was to get a sprained ankle. Throwing her natural red hair over her shoulders, she crossed the lawn from her hiding place among the hedges surrounding the property line of the house to one of the windows on the front of the house.
Breaking into the house was easy. It was true that she didn't typically break-and-enter, but she was a firm believer that the ends most often justified the means. She would be doing the city a huge favor by making sure this guy stayed locked up. The glass cutter she had thought to store in the left pouch on her belt did the trick and allowed her access to the inside of the house.
Before entering, she reactivated the infrared goggles to check on the occupants of the house. It only took a minute to confirm that none of the seven people in the back room had moved from their spots. She didn't see anyone else anywhere in the house. Batgirl turned the goggles off again and entered the house.
Being a member of the very exclusive Bat-family, she knew how to move undetected through a structure. She didn't have to check any of the other rooms in the house for possible occupants because she already knew where all of them were. She was able to make a beeline straight for the back room.
The door was open. Batgirl wanted to make a surprise entrance in the room, but smoke pellets would announce her presence just as surely as walking right in. Smoke pellets weren't difficult to procure, but she would just as soon not waste them if she didn't have to. She stood against the wall and listened for a moment before entering.
"May I sample the crumpets, sir?"
"Not yet, March Hare. It is not time to start our party just yet. We will wait a little longer."
The sound of Jervis Tetch's voice made her shiver once again. The audio files she had found on Arkham's server had not accurately captured it's whiney quality. Even her own memory fell short of it's true timbre.
She decided on the direct approach. He wouldn't be expecting her. Even if he had heard of Batgirl's exploits while he had been incarcerated, she doubted he would expect her to confront him. Why would he? He had no connection to her!
Stepping into the open doorway, she adopted her classic pose with her hands on her hips. "And I'm afraid that it never will start, Mr Tetch. You're coming with me back to Arkham where you belong."
Batgirl was used to people reacting with surprise when she entered a room unexpected. It was when she was expected that they failed to be surprised. Only Tetch had reacted at all, and it wasn't with surprise.
Tetch was dressed as she remembered him as the Mad Hatter. His overlarge teeth on his upper jaw and the huge hat balanced on top of his small head nearly made her cringe. The six other fully grown men sitting around the table were all wearing masks of one kind or another. There was the March Hare, the White Rabbit, and the Catterpillar. Everyone was playing the part of one of the characters from Carroll's famous book. The masks made it impossible to positively identify any of the men, but she thought she recognized the White Rabbit by the tattoos on his upper arm.
Suddenly, there was a pinch on the side of her neck. She turned to see two large men materialize behind her from either side of the door dressed as Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. One of them had stuck a hypodermic needle in her neck. She was getting whoozy fast. Her vision blurring, she fell to the floor in a heap.
The last thing she heard before losing consciousness completely was the Mad Hatter saying "Now we may start, now that my Alice has finally returned!"
Batgirl Meets Alice
-
flagonforge
- Sargeant 1st Class
- Posts: 213
- Joined: 17 years ago
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
She was 8 years old again and had just been rescued from the three bad men. They had actually intended to rape her! Her! A child! What kind of sickos would do such a thing?
Fortunately, a very nice man had been there to stop the whole thing before it actually got anywhere. He was a little strange, dressed the way he was and quoting lines from Alice and Wonderland, but he had just saved her. She could overlook his eccentricities.
The house he brought her to was in a neighborhood she generally would have avoided, but it was okay because he was there and he had a gun. It was a modest sized two story house. The lawn looked like it hadn't been watered in months and the paint on the house was peeling. Neither of the neighboring houses looked occupied.
There were other children here. Surely, he couldn't be bad if he had all these other children with him! They were having some kind of party, and they all wanted her to join in. The man even had a pretty little dress for her to change into. All she had to do was slip it on over her other clothes and she would be all set to join in the fun.
But wait! The other children. Weren't they acting a little strange? One would expect there to be a lot of running around and noise. Only a couple of the others were as old as she was. Most were even younger. Why were they behaving themselves so well? It was almost as though they were drugged. And why did the silly little man keep insisting that they drink more tea? Young boys that age didn't normally drink tea.
"Have some tea, Alice," said the man, pouring her a cup as she sat down at the table.
She took it from him and breathed in its aroma. It reminded her of her mother. Her real mother. Not her adoptive one, the wife of Commissioner James Gordon. She always liked having a cup of tea in the evenings even if she was the only one drinking it. What was the flavor she always had?
No, thinking of her mother was a little too painful still. She set the tea down on the table without taking a sip.
"Why don't you drink some tea, Alice?"
"No, thank you. I don't really like tea."
"Oh no, you certainly must drink the tea. You might say it is my specialty. My special-tea. Have some tea, Alice." He picked her cup up and handed it to her again.
She shook her head and pushed the tea away. "No, I don't want tea right now. Maybe later I'll have some."
"Yes, maybe later you'll have some." The man waited a moment, and then he tried to give her the cup again.
She would have thought it was funny and laughed if the other children weren't acting so strangely. They all appeared to be waiting for her to have a drink. She didn't like this kind of pressure. How long was she going to let this go on before it was time to leave?
Suddenly, the once kindly, eccentric man seemed to nearly triple in size. His eyes turned an angry red color and his already large teeth grew even longer and more sinisterly snaggle-toothed. "DRINK YOUR TEA," he thundered at her, acid spittle flying from his mouth and burning holes in the tablecloth in front of her. His voice was no longer whiney or petulant.
She jumped to her feet, pushing the chair she had been occupying back against the wall. She stared around herself at the other children, looking for an ally, but the children didn't resemble children anymore. They too had transformed into nightmarish counterparts to the characters they had been dressed as. They all moved as one, getting smoothly to their feet.
She turned and fled. There was nothing else she could have done. She would have been ripped apart if she stayed. She made it to the hall without anyone catching her though a few tried, and then she ran to the front door. As soon as she touched the door, it opened of its own accord. Standing in the doorway was the Joker, looking just as terrifying as always. He had a gun pointed right at her. With a deafening bang, pain like fire erupted in her abdomen and back.
Barbara was in her wheelchair again. She knew it was too good to be true. The doctors had said her recovery was a modern day miracle. Now here she was again, stuck in her chair, unable to get up. She hated the chair. She began to weep.
*****
"Alice? Alice, wake up! Wake up, Alice. It is time to drink your tea."
"No, no! I don't want to drink your tea! Leave me alone!"
She was awake. She wasn't 8 years old anymore, and the man speaking to her and calling her Alice was just a man again. She was not wearing the silly old dress anymore, she was dressed in her Batgirl outfit.
Batgirl was stuck in a chair though. Her legs had been tied open with both her ankles and knees tied to the legs of the chair. Her wrists and elbows were tied to the arms, and rope encircled her chest, binding her upper body to the back of the chair.
"What are you doing, Tetch?" She tried to put as much anger in her voice as possible. The last thing she needed was to come out sounding afraid. "Don't make this any worse than it already is. You don't want to add kidnapping to the list of charges against you, do you?"
"Oh, silly Alice. Why don't you have some tea. Then all of this will go away and the party can get started."
"Have some tea? You think I'm going to drink any of your tea? Just how stupid do you think I am, Tetch?"
"The name's Hatter, or Mad Hatter, if you please. And I never said you were stupid. I would never do that, Alice."
This was getting nowhere fast. She had to try and be reasonable with him. "Tetch. Jervis. I am not Alice. My name is Batgirl. Do I look like Alice? There had been a mistake. Just let me up, and we can talk about this."
"Hehe, you are Alice. You're right that you don't look like yourself right now, but we can fix that. You just need some tea first. Would you like some tea? It's my specialty. My special-tea! Shall I pour your a cup?"
She was getting a bit of a headache. His voice wasn't helping things, and neither was his insistence that she drink his "special tea." She longed to be able to massage her temples to ease the pressure building behind her mask.
"Jervis, how on earth can I drink your tea with my hands tied? Untie one of my hands so I can hold the cup. How about that?"
"Oh, silly Alice. You don't need your hands to have some of my tea. There are other ways that you can drink it. They are more fun. You'll see."
The seat of the chair fell away beneath her. If she hadn't of been tied as she was, she would have fallen straight through. That was hardly the worst of her troubles though. Someone was stretching the fabric of her uniform, pulling it downward and away from her butt. Cool air touched her buttocks, and she knew she was now sporting a hole in her uniform over her butt, exposing her panties. The touch of cold steel against her flesh told her that her underwear was no longer completely intact.
"Hey, what are you doing? Stop this right now, or I'm warning you!"
Something was being pushed against her butthole now. She clenched her muscles together as much as possible, and the something pressed even harder against her. One or the other would have to yield, and she hoped it wouldn't be her. The pressure steadily increased, and she gritted her teeth in response. She didn't think she would be able to resist much longer.
A high, keening whine issued from her throat as the thing trying to enter her body through her butthole broke through her defenses. The whine changed quickly to an agonized wail. Barbara Gordon had never been violated in this fashion before. What ever they had stuck in her wasn't especially large to begin with, so it wasn't as painful as it was humiliating. The intruder then began to inflate until its tip inside her had expanded into a hard little ball. She could only push futilely, trying to poop the thing back out. It wouldn't budge.
Panting, she said "Stop this right now, Tetch, this has gone too far already. You could get the death penalty if this goes any further."
"It is finally time for you to have your tea, Alice. I hope you like it. It is my own special blend."
The Mad Hatter approached her with the cup of steaming liquid, and then he went behind her. She heard the sound of liquid being poured into something else.
"Drink up, Alice. Drink every last drop. You'll feel much better if you do."
Before she could reply, a strip of tape was pressed over her mouth, silencing her. This was followed by a strange feeling of warmth spreading through her bowels. She had never had an enema before, so she didn't really know what to expect. She had thought the tea would be too hot, but what she didn't know was that the tube going into her rectum had been wrapped in ice packs in a couple of places. As the hot beverage sped through the hose, the ice cooled it to a more manageable temperature.
Having emptied one cup into the receptacle attached to the back of her chair, the Mad Hatter went back to the table to stand in front of her. He handed the tea kettle to one of the men hidden behind her and he began slowly pouring the entire pot into her. The Hatter wanted to watch her stomach bulge.
It was almost imperceptible at first, but as her bowels filled with more and more of the tea, it began pressing in all directions against the walls of her intestines. Soon, anyone watching, including herself, could see her lower stomach beginning to expand. She began moaning, trying to beg them through the tape to stop what they were doing, but no one seemed to care. By the time the pot was empty, she looked like she had swallowed a basketball.
Batgirl was in pain. Having never had an enema, being given one that was so large was unadvisable to avoid discomfort. It was recommended to start small and to then build up to larger enemas over time. More than anything right now, she wanted to just be allowed to use a toilet. The sooner, the better. The Mad Hatter knew that she would have to hold it for at least a few minutes while the toxins in the tea absorbed into her bloodstream through her intestines.
The Mad Hatter approached Batgirl again and knelt before her. He smiled up at her and began rubbing her stomach. He wanted to help massage her body into absorbing his tea. She shook her head weakly at him, trying to plead with him to stop this.
After 10 minutes, he decided it was time. What Batgirl didn't know was that the tea by itself didn't really do anything. It required a receiver for the tea's hypnotic properties to activate. The other men in the room all wore masks, but the masks were not meant to hide their identities as Batgirl's hid hers. They were their receivers. Through the connection established with the host by the mask, the Mad Hatter to issue his commands simply through thought.
"Alice, it is time for you to look more like my Alice," said the Mad Hatter. He had a purple hair band with a purple bow attached to it. The receiver was in the bow. Reaching up to her face, he pulled her mask over her head and revealed the agonized face of Barbara Gordon.
With a shock, Barbara realized that he didn't seem at all surprised at her identity. How had he known? No one knew her secret! No one, except... No! No, it can't be! It hadn't worked after all! Was her identity safe anymore?
The distressed thoughts flashing through her mind ceased abruptly as the head band was put on her head and the receiver made contact with her head.
"There you are, Alice. You have come back to me at last. I will never let you go again."
The tape was gently removed from her lips. "Thank you, Hatter! Thank you so much for freeing me! I don't ever want to leave you!"
Fortunately, a very nice man had been there to stop the whole thing before it actually got anywhere. He was a little strange, dressed the way he was and quoting lines from Alice and Wonderland, but he had just saved her. She could overlook his eccentricities.
The house he brought her to was in a neighborhood she generally would have avoided, but it was okay because he was there and he had a gun. It was a modest sized two story house. The lawn looked like it hadn't been watered in months and the paint on the house was peeling. Neither of the neighboring houses looked occupied.
There were other children here. Surely, he couldn't be bad if he had all these other children with him! They were having some kind of party, and they all wanted her to join in. The man even had a pretty little dress for her to change into. All she had to do was slip it on over her other clothes and she would be all set to join in the fun.
But wait! The other children. Weren't they acting a little strange? One would expect there to be a lot of running around and noise. Only a couple of the others were as old as she was. Most were even younger. Why were they behaving themselves so well? It was almost as though they were drugged. And why did the silly little man keep insisting that they drink more tea? Young boys that age didn't normally drink tea.
"Have some tea, Alice," said the man, pouring her a cup as she sat down at the table.
She took it from him and breathed in its aroma. It reminded her of her mother. Her real mother. Not her adoptive one, the wife of Commissioner James Gordon. She always liked having a cup of tea in the evenings even if she was the only one drinking it. What was the flavor she always had?
No, thinking of her mother was a little too painful still. She set the tea down on the table without taking a sip.
"Why don't you drink some tea, Alice?"
"No, thank you. I don't really like tea."
"Oh no, you certainly must drink the tea. You might say it is my specialty. My special-tea. Have some tea, Alice." He picked her cup up and handed it to her again.
She shook her head and pushed the tea away. "No, I don't want tea right now. Maybe later I'll have some."
"Yes, maybe later you'll have some." The man waited a moment, and then he tried to give her the cup again.
She would have thought it was funny and laughed if the other children weren't acting so strangely. They all appeared to be waiting for her to have a drink. She didn't like this kind of pressure. How long was she going to let this go on before it was time to leave?
Suddenly, the once kindly, eccentric man seemed to nearly triple in size. His eyes turned an angry red color and his already large teeth grew even longer and more sinisterly snaggle-toothed. "DRINK YOUR TEA," he thundered at her, acid spittle flying from his mouth and burning holes in the tablecloth in front of her. His voice was no longer whiney or petulant.
She jumped to her feet, pushing the chair she had been occupying back against the wall. She stared around herself at the other children, looking for an ally, but the children didn't resemble children anymore. They too had transformed into nightmarish counterparts to the characters they had been dressed as. They all moved as one, getting smoothly to their feet.
She turned and fled. There was nothing else she could have done. She would have been ripped apart if she stayed. She made it to the hall without anyone catching her though a few tried, and then she ran to the front door. As soon as she touched the door, it opened of its own accord. Standing in the doorway was the Joker, looking just as terrifying as always. He had a gun pointed right at her. With a deafening bang, pain like fire erupted in her abdomen and back.
Barbara was in her wheelchair again. She knew it was too good to be true. The doctors had said her recovery was a modern day miracle. Now here she was again, stuck in her chair, unable to get up. She hated the chair. She began to weep.
*****
"Alice? Alice, wake up! Wake up, Alice. It is time to drink your tea."
"No, no! I don't want to drink your tea! Leave me alone!"
She was awake. She wasn't 8 years old anymore, and the man speaking to her and calling her Alice was just a man again. She was not wearing the silly old dress anymore, she was dressed in her Batgirl outfit.
Batgirl was stuck in a chair though. Her legs had been tied open with both her ankles and knees tied to the legs of the chair. Her wrists and elbows were tied to the arms, and rope encircled her chest, binding her upper body to the back of the chair.
"What are you doing, Tetch?" She tried to put as much anger in her voice as possible. The last thing she needed was to come out sounding afraid. "Don't make this any worse than it already is. You don't want to add kidnapping to the list of charges against you, do you?"
"Oh, silly Alice. Why don't you have some tea. Then all of this will go away and the party can get started."
"Have some tea? You think I'm going to drink any of your tea? Just how stupid do you think I am, Tetch?"
"The name's Hatter, or Mad Hatter, if you please. And I never said you were stupid. I would never do that, Alice."
This was getting nowhere fast. She had to try and be reasonable with him. "Tetch. Jervis. I am not Alice. My name is Batgirl. Do I look like Alice? There had been a mistake. Just let me up, and we can talk about this."
"Hehe, you are Alice. You're right that you don't look like yourself right now, but we can fix that. You just need some tea first. Would you like some tea? It's my specialty. My special-tea! Shall I pour your a cup?"
She was getting a bit of a headache. His voice wasn't helping things, and neither was his insistence that she drink his "special tea." She longed to be able to massage her temples to ease the pressure building behind her mask.
"Jervis, how on earth can I drink your tea with my hands tied? Untie one of my hands so I can hold the cup. How about that?"
"Oh, silly Alice. You don't need your hands to have some of my tea. There are other ways that you can drink it. They are more fun. You'll see."
The seat of the chair fell away beneath her. If she hadn't of been tied as she was, she would have fallen straight through. That was hardly the worst of her troubles though. Someone was stretching the fabric of her uniform, pulling it downward and away from her butt. Cool air touched her buttocks, and she knew she was now sporting a hole in her uniform over her butt, exposing her panties. The touch of cold steel against her flesh told her that her underwear was no longer completely intact.
"Hey, what are you doing? Stop this right now, or I'm warning you!"
Something was being pushed against her butthole now. She clenched her muscles together as much as possible, and the something pressed even harder against her. One or the other would have to yield, and she hoped it wouldn't be her. The pressure steadily increased, and she gritted her teeth in response. She didn't think she would be able to resist much longer.
A high, keening whine issued from her throat as the thing trying to enter her body through her butthole broke through her defenses. The whine changed quickly to an agonized wail. Barbara Gordon had never been violated in this fashion before. What ever they had stuck in her wasn't especially large to begin with, so it wasn't as painful as it was humiliating. The intruder then began to inflate until its tip inside her had expanded into a hard little ball. She could only push futilely, trying to poop the thing back out. It wouldn't budge.
Panting, she said "Stop this right now, Tetch, this has gone too far already. You could get the death penalty if this goes any further."
"It is finally time for you to have your tea, Alice. I hope you like it. It is my own special blend."
The Mad Hatter approached her with the cup of steaming liquid, and then he went behind her. She heard the sound of liquid being poured into something else.
"Drink up, Alice. Drink every last drop. You'll feel much better if you do."
Before she could reply, a strip of tape was pressed over her mouth, silencing her. This was followed by a strange feeling of warmth spreading through her bowels. She had never had an enema before, so she didn't really know what to expect. She had thought the tea would be too hot, but what she didn't know was that the tube going into her rectum had been wrapped in ice packs in a couple of places. As the hot beverage sped through the hose, the ice cooled it to a more manageable temperature.
Having emptied one cup into the receptacle attached to the back of her chair, the Mad Hatter went back to the table to stand in front of her. He handed the tea kettle to one of the men hidden behind her and he began slowly pouring the entire pot into her. The Hatter wanted to watch her stomach bulge.
It was almost imperceptible at first, but as her bowels filled with more and more of the tea, it began pressing in all directions against the walls of her intestines. Soon, anyone watching, including herself, could see her lower stomach beginning to expand. She began moaning, trying to beg them through the tape to stop what they were doing, but no one seemed to care. By the time the pot was empty, she looked like she had swallowed a basketball.
Batgirl was in pain. Having never had an enema, being given one that was so large was unadvisable to avoid discomfort. It was recommended to start small and to then build up to larger enemas over time. More than anything right now, she wanted to just be allowed to use a toilet. The sooner, the better. The Mad Hatter knew that she would have to hold it for at least a few minutes while the toxins in the tea absorbed into her bloodstream through her intestines.
The Mad Hatter approached Batgirl again and knelt before her. He smiled up at her and began rubbing her stomach. He wanted to help massage her body into absorbing his tea. She shook her head weakly at him, trying to plead with him to stop this.
After 10 minutes, he decided it was time. What Batgirl didn't know was that the tea by itself didn't really do anything. It required a receiver for the tea's hypnotic properties to activate. The other men in the room all wore masks, but the masks were not meant to hide their identities as Batgirl's hid hers. They were their receivers. Through the connection established with the host by the mask, the Mad Hatter to issue his commands simply through thought.
"Alice, it is time for you to look more like my Alice," said the Mad Hatter. He had a purple hair band with a purple bow attached to it. The receiver was in the bow. Reaching up to her face, he pulled her mask over her head and revealed the agonized face of Barbara Gordon.
With a shock, Barbara realized that he didn't seem at all surprised at her identity. How had he known? No one knew her secret! No one, except... No! No, it can't be! It hadn't worked after all! Was her identity safe anymore?
The distressed thoughts flashing through her mind ceased abruptly as the head band was put on her head and the receiver made contact with her head.
"There you are, Alice. You have come back to me at last. I will never let you go again."
The tape was gently removed from her lips. "Thank you, Hatter! Thank you so much for freeing me! I don't ever want to leave you!"
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
Before the party could officially begin, more tea had to be made. The Mad Hatter had intentionally saved one cup which he gave to Alice once she had been untied. She readily accepted it, showing no hint of the reticence Batgirl or Barbara Gordon had shown before her. It had cooled a little, but it was still too warm to just gulp it down.
When Alice had finished her cup, the Mad Hatter suggested that she go to the bathroom and relieve herself and then change into an outfit that was more fitting for Alice to wear. She got to her feet and went straight to the master bathroom at the top of the stairs.
Even in her hypnotized state, Alice felt the relief brought on by being able to remove the plug holding the tea in her bottom and then expelling the tea into the toilet. The Mad Hatter knew he wouldn't have to worry about her coming out of her trance because of the tea that had already been absorbed into her bloodstream. It wasn't much, but it would still keep her under his influence for an hour or two more. The cup she also had sitting in her stomach would ensure that she remained his for at least the next day if she didn't drink any more. He had every intention of making sure she always had plenty of tea to drink. As long as the bow on her head remained in place, she would be his to control.
Once Alice had cleaned herself off and washed her hands, she began to strip out of her Batgirl uniform. Her cowl was already gone, so she removed her gloves and gauntlets, realizing as she did so that she had not removed them when she had washed her hands. She then took her cape off. Next, she sat down on the edge of the tub and unzipped first one of her purple ankle boots and then the other, slipping her bare feet out of each in turn. Gripping her belt, she undid the catch hidden behind the Bat insignia on the buckle. If anyone else had tried to do that, they would have received a nasty surprise in the form of a shock that would have them unconscious for 10 or 15 minutes minimum. Finally, she reached behind her back to the zipper going up her spine, pulled it all the way down, and then stepped out of it. Her torn panties fell to the floor around her feet now that there wasn't anything keeping them in place. Her bra was the final piece of clothing to join the growing pile at her feet. When she was done, the only thing she was still wearing was the purple hair band the Mad Hatter had given her.
Completely naked, she opened the bathroom door and went into the master bedroom. It was obviously the Mad Hatter's room, and it was completely spotless. The only things out of place were the clothes on the bed. Approaching the bed, she knew these clothes were meant for her. She picked up the various black, purple, and white pieces of her new uniform and began the process of putting them on.
15 minutes later, Alice stood in front of the floor length mirror, completely dressed in her new uniform. It didn't actually look much like the old blue dress the Mad Hatter had got Barbara Gordon to wear 16 years earlier. For one thing, the skirt on the dress barely went down to mid-thigh without the petticoats on underneath. With them on, it flared the skirt up so it only reached the bottom of her naked crotch. The dress left her shoulders bare but had puffy sleeves hanging on her upper arms. In place of the white pinafore traditionally found on an Alice in Wonderland costume was a black corset around her waist, a white apron above the skirt, and a white blouse above the corset, covering her breasts.
She'd had to shave also. It wasn't too bad since someone had already shaved her legs before she arrived at the house. Alice just didn't remember doing it herself. She only had to shave a little around the bikini line and beyond. Alice knew the Mad Hatter liked his women to be clean shaven. It made her giggle thinking about it.
She had covered all but the tops of her legs in black and purple striped stockings. With how the skirt flared up because of the petticoats, the stockings left the tops of her legs exposed. She liked the way her smooth, creamy white flesh contrasted with the tops of the stockings and the bottom edge of the skirt.
The shoes were her favorite part. She had never imagined wearing anything like them, and she was thrilled that the Mad Hatter had decided to surprise her with getting them for her. They were a pair of Mary Jane style ballet heels. The design had her standing en-pointe on her toes, and she loved how they made her legs look even longer. True, walking would be a little difficult, but the effect was more than worth it.
Alice entered the dining room to the applause of everyone present. It was as though she were the vanquishing hero or something, having slain the fearsome Jabberwocky with the mythical Vorpal blade. She almost looked down at her hip to see if the sword really was there, but she already knew it was not. She crossed the room quickly and took her seat next to the Hatter.
"Alice, how wonderful that you could join us tonight. Where have you been, girl?"
Turning to her left to see who had spoken, she saw that it was someone she didn't recognize. He looked British, though she could easily be mistaken. He looked to be a general of some kind judging by the number of medals on his chest. He must be someone from the Queen's court.
"Why thank you, sir. I wish I could tell you, sir, but I don't rightly know. It is as if I have been asleep for a very long time and am just now waking up."
"Typical Alice, always dreaming, never waking. You will never live if you do not wake up. If dead you be then, why are you here now with us?"
"Cat, it is good to see you too. And I can assure you that I am quite wide awake now."
"Hehehehe, Alice, it is so good to have you at my table again. Please, have some tea. I made it just for you. Drink up, all the way now before it gets too cold. That's a good girl."
Having drunk her second cup of tea for the night, she wasn't sure if she should have any more. If she did, she might not have enough room for any of the other delicious treats on the table before her.
"Hatter, how have you been? It feels like it has been an age since I last saw you."
"Oh, I've been quite well, dear girl. But tell me, there is something I have just been dying to ask you. I know you will know the answer."
"Well, go on then! Ask away."
"Alright, alright. Here it is: how is a raven like a writing desk?"
"One of your silly riddles again? Come now, then! A raven cannot possibly be anything like a writing desk."
Several of the other guests in attendance tut-tutted at this response. They had been eagerly awaiting her response as well. It was well known that Alice was quite intelligent.
"You see there, what did I tell you. Still a dim-witted girl. Can't even answer a simple question."
"Mr Caterpillar. If you are going to insult my guests, I will have to ask you to leave. And we all know what happens if you leave, now don't we?"
"No, no, Hatter. It is quite all right. Caterpillar is no doubt the wisest of us all and we can't all be expected to keep up with him. Well, let me think then. If it is a simple question, then it must have a simple answer. Raven, writing desk. Oh! I have it!"
Several of the guests leaned in to hear her answer. Even the Caterpillar was eager to hear the answer. Though he pretended otherwise, not even he had solved this one.
"A raven is like a writing desk because Poe wrote on both!"
"Hahaha, yes that's it! That must be it!"
Everyone congratulated her on a job well done.
From there, the party progressed. At the sound of a bell, everyone got up and changed seats. They did this several times throughout the night, and Alice ended up sitting next to each of the guests in turn. More riddles were told, and Alice solved them all to the satisfaction of everyone.
A noteworthy occurrence during the party was when one of the guests asked to sample two different spreads. Alice happened to be nearest the spreads in question, so she picked them up. Reading the instructions on the lids, she determined that they would be best sampled when combined with soft flesh. She pulled her blouse down, tucking it in to the top of the corset revealing her breasts. Most of the guests continued what they had been doing before. Sticking her finger in one of the spreads, she put a dollop on her right nipple, spreading it around a little bit. She then put her finger in the other spread and did the same with her left nipple.
Getting to her feet with the containers in her hands in case she needed to replenish the samples, she walked around the table to where Tweedle-Dum was seated and then stuck her chest out to him so he could sample the spreads. The man leaned in towards her, his mouth open wide, and then he clamped it closed over one nipple, sucking the cream off. When he finished, he paused a moment and then went on to the next.
"Oh, good! Nipple cream! Everyone should have a taste. I do hope we have enough of both for everyone."
With this pronouncement, everyone turned to face Alice, and she proceeded to put more on each nipple. She then went around to each of the guests in turn and offered her nipples to each of them. This was something she couldn't remember doing before, but she saw nothing wrong with it. In fact, she kind of enjoyed it. She was a little disappointed when she ran out of the cream. Because she was out, she returned to her chair.
"Alice, that was wonderful. Thank you."
"Alice, what is that in front of you?"
Looking at what the Door Mouse was pointing at, she saw that it was a basket full of bread sticks. She read the label aloud "Cunt Bread."
"Ah yes, cunt bread. I've heard tell of this treat. It is really quite delectable. Alice, would you be so kind as to oblige us all once more? And remember, double, and even triple dipping is encouraged with this treat."
"Shall we make a game of it then? Whoever can dip theirs the highest number of times wins the prize."
"And what prize is that, sir Hatter?"
"Does it matter? There will be a prize. Now who wants to play?"
Everyone wanted in on this one. The bread sticks were passed around to everyone. Everyone, except Alice, got one. After all, she was the one, being the only female in attendance, that would have to provide the cunt. After having her nipples sucked and walking around the room in her new heels, she was eager to play along as well.
The first one she went to was the Mad Hatter. Alice lifted the hem of her skirt and the petticoats to reveal her smooth vagina. Her thighs were already a little moist, and the Hatter brought the tip of his bread stick to her warm flesh. Alice put two fingers on either side of the tip to spread her labia and allow the bread access. He gently pushed the tip into her and slowly turned it around a few times before withdrawing it.
"Delicious, Alice. Go on to the next!"
Alice once again made her way around to each person in the room. Some of the guests followed the Hatter's example in only putting the tip of their bread stick inside her. Others slid more of theirs into her. Because the bread sticks were all only about 1/2 inch thick, they all could have gone almost halfway inside her before bottoming out against her cervix.
After completing her first circuit of the room, she went around again. The second time around, only a few people gave her only a little of their bread sticks. Most of the guests were pushing 3 or 4 inches of theirs into her. It was the same on the third round though with more people giving her more.
The fourth time around, only one person was still giving her only a little of his bread stick. Everyone else had decided to see how much of their bread sticks would fit inside her. The effect was that their bread sticks quickly all became too soft from absorbing too much of her juices to be able to push them into her at all. Thus, it was the Mad Hatter who won the prize.
"Do you want to know what the prize was? The prize was you, of course. Whoever won would get to go to bed with you."
"Oh good! How wonderful! I was hoping I would be the prize. Shall we go right now?"
"Yes, Alice, I think we shall."
With a quarter of the Mad Hatter's bread stick hanging out of her vagina, Alice took his hand and led him out of the room. The end of the bread stick swung from side to side with each step. She led him straight up to his bedroom where she had donned her new uniform for him and went to sit on the edge of the bed to wait for him to get ready.
When Alice had finished her cup, the Mad Hatter suggested that she go to the bathroom and relieve herself and then change into an outfit that was more fitting for Alice to wear. She got to her feet and went straight to the master bathroom at the top of the stairs.
Even in her hypnotized state, Alice felt the relief brought on by being able to remove the plug holding the tea in her bottom and then expelling the tea into the toilet. The Mad Hatter knew he wouldn't have to worry about her coming out of her trance because of the tea that had already been absorbed into her bloodstream. It wasn't much, but it would still keep her under his influence for an hour or two more. The cup she also had sitting in her stomach would ensure that she remained his for at least the next day if she didn't drink any more. He had every intention of making sure she always had plenty of tea to drink. As long as the bow on her head remained in place, she would be his to control.
Once Alice had cleaned herself off and washed her hands, she began to strip out of her Batgirl uniform. Her cowl was already gone, so she removed her gloves and gauntlets, realizing as she did so that she had not removed them when she had washed her hands. She then took her cape off. Next, she sat down on the edge of the tub and unzipped first one of her purple ankle boots and then the other, slipping her bare feet out of each in turn. Gripping her belt, she undid the catch hidden behind the Bat insignia on the buckle. If anyone else had tried to do that, they would have received a nasty surprise in the form of a shock that would have them unconscious for 10 or 15 minutes minimum. Finally, she reached behind her back to the zipper going up her spine, pulled it all the way down, and then stepped out of it. Her torn panties fell to the floor around her feet now that there wasn't anything keeping them in place. Her bra was the final piece of clothing to join the growing pile at her feet. When she was done, the only thing she was still wearing was the purple hair band the Mad Hatter had given her.
Completely naked, she opened the bathroom door and went into the master bedroom. It was obviously the Mad Hatter's room, and it was completely spotless. The only things out of place were the clothes on the bed. Approaching the bed, she knew these clothes were meant for her. She picked up the various black, purple, and white pieces of her new uniform and began the process of putting them on.
15 minutes later, Alice stood in front of the floor length mirror, completely dressed in her new uniform. It didn't actually look much like the old blue dress the Mad Hatter had got Barbara Gordon to wear 16 years earlier. For one thing, the skirt on the dress barely went down to mid-thigh without the petticoats on underneath. With them on, it flared the skirt up so it only reached the bottom of her naked crotch. The dress left her shoulders bare but had puffy sleeves hanging on her upper arms. In place of the white pinafore traditionally found on an Alice in Wonderland costume was a black corset around her waist, a white apron above the skirt, and a white blouse above the corset, covering her breasts.
She'd had to shave also. It wasn't too bad since someone had already shaved her legs before she arrived at the house. Alice just didn't remember doing it herself. She only had to shave a little around the bikini line and beyond. Alice knew the Mad Hatter liked his women to be clean shaven. It made her giggle thinking about it.
She had covered all but the tops of her legs in black and purple striped stockings. With how the skirt flared up because of the petticoats, the stockings left the tops of her legs exposed. She liked the way her smooth, creamy white flesh contrasted with the tops of the stockings and the bottom edge of the skirt.
The shoes were her favorite part. She had never imagined wearing anything like them, and she was thrilled that the Mad Hatter had decided to surprise her with getting them for her. They were a pair of Mary Jane style ballet heels. The design had her standing en-pointe on her toes, and she loved how they made her legs look even longer. True, walking would be a little difficult, but the effect was more than worth it.
Alice entered the dining room to the applause of everyone present. It was as though she were the vanquishing hero or something, having slain the fearsome Jabberwocky with the mythical Vorpal blade. She almost looked down at her hip to see if the sword really was there, but she already knew it was not. She crossed the room quickly and took her seat next to the Hatter.
"Alice, how wonderful that you could join us tonight. Where have you been, girl?"
Turning to her left to see who had spoken, she saw that it was someone she didn't recognize. He looked British, though she could easily be mistaken. He looked to be a general of some kind judging by the number of medals on his chest. He must be someone from the Queen's court.
"Why thank you, sir. I wish I could tell you, sir, but I don't rightly know. It is as if I have been asleep for a very long time and am just now waking up."
"Typical Alice, always dreaming, never waking. You will never live if you do not wake up. If dead you be then, why are you here now with us?"
"Cat, it is good to see you too. And I can assure you that I am quite wide awake now."
"Hehehehe, Alice, it is so good to have you at my table again. Please, have some tea. I made it just for you. Drink up, all the way now before it gets too cold. That's a good girl."
Having drunk her second cup of tea for the night, she wasn't sure if she should have any more. If she did, she might not have enough room for any of the other delicious treats on the table before her.
"Hatter, how have you been? It feels like it has been an age since I last saw you."
"Oh, I've been quite well, dear girl. But tell me, there is something I have just been dying to ask you. I know you will know the answer."
"Well, go on then! Ask away."
"Alright, alright. Here it is: how is a raven like a writing desk?"
"One of your silly riddles again? Come now, then! A raven cannot possibly be anything like a writing desk."
Several of the other guests in attendance tut-tutted at this response. They had been eagerly awaiting her response as well. It was well known that Alice was quite intelligent.
"You see there, what did I tell you. Still a dim-witted girl. Can't even answer a simple question."
"Mr Caterpillar. If you are going to insult my guests, I will have to ask you to leave. And we all know what happens if you leave, now don't we?"
"No, no, Hatter. It is quite all right. Caterpillar is no doubt the wisest of us all and we can't all be expected to keep up with him. Well, let me think then. If it is a simple question, then it must have a simple answer. Raven, writing desk. Oh! I have it!"
Several of the guests leaned in to hear her answer. Even the Caterpillar was eager to hear the answer. Though he pretended otherwise, not even he had solved this one.
"A raven is like a writing desk because Poe wrote on both!"
"Hahaha, yes that's it! That must be it!"
Everyone congratulated her on a job well done.
From there, the party progressed. At the sound of a bell, everyone got up and changed seats. They did this several times throughout the night, and Alice ended up sitting next to each of the guests in turn. More riddles were told, and Alice solved them all to the satisfaction of everyone.
A noteworthy occurrence during the party was when one of the guests asked to sample two different spreads. Alice happened to be nearest the spreads in question, so she picked them up. Reading the instructions on the lids, she determined that they would be best sampled when combined with soft flesh. She pulled her blouse down, tucking it in to the top of the corset revealing her breasts. Most of the guests continued what they had been doing before. Sticking her finger in one of the spreads, she put a dollop on her right nipple, spreading it around a little bit. She then put her finger in the other spread and did the same with her left nipple.
Getting to her feet with the containers in her hands in case she needed to replenish the samples, she walked around the table to where Tweedle-Dum was seated and then stuck her chest out to him so he could sample the spreads. The man leaned in towards her, his mouth open wide, and then he clamped it closed over one nipple, sucking the cream off. When he finished, he paused a moment and then went on to the next.
"Oh, good! Nipple cream! Everyone should have a taste. I do hope we have enough of both for everyone."
With this pronouncement, everyone turned to face Alice, and she proceeded to put more on each nipple. She then went around to each of the guests in turn and offered her nipples to each of them. This was something she couldn't remember doing before, but she saw nothing wrong with it. In fact, she kind of enjoyed it. She was a little disappointed when she ran out of the cream. Because she was out, she returned to her chair.
"Alice, that was wonderful. Thank you."
"Alice, what is that in front of you?"
Looking at what the Door Mouse was pointing at, she saw that it was a basket full of bread sticks. She read the label aloud "Cunt Bread."
"Ah yes, cunt bread. I've heard tell of this treat. It is really quite delectable. Alice, would you be so kind as to oblige us all once more? And remember, double, and even triple dipping is encouraged with this treat."
"Shall we make a game of it then? Whoever can dip theirs the highest number of times wins the prize."
"And what prize is that, sir Hatter?"
"Does it matter? There will be a prize. Now who wants to play?"
Everyone wanted in on this one. The bread sticks were passed around to everyone. Everyone, except Alice, got one. After all, she was the one, being the only female in attendance, that would have to provide the cunt. After having her nipples sucked and walking around the room in her new heels, she was eager to play along as well.
The first one she went to was the Mad Hatter. Alice lifted the hem of her skirt and the petticoats to reveal her smooth vagina. Her thighs were already a little moist, and the Hatter brought the tip of his bread stick to her warm flesh. Alice put two fingers on either side of the tip to spread her labia and allow the bread access. He gently pushed the tip into her and slowly turned it around a few times before withdrawing it.
"Delicious, Alice. Go on to the next!"
Alice once again made her way around to each person in the room. Some of the guests followed the Hatter's example in only putting the tip of their bread stick inside her. Others slid more of theirs into her. Because the bread sticks were all only about 1/2 inch thick, they all could have gone almost halfway inside her before bottoming out against her cervix.
After completing her first circuit of the room, she went around again. The second time around, only a few people gave her only a little of their bread sticks. Most of the guests were pushing 3 or 4 inches of theirs into her. It was the same on the third round though with more people giving her more.
The fourth time around, only one person was still giving her only a little of his bread stick. Everyone else had decided to see how much of their bread sticks would fit inside her. The effect was that their bread sticks quickly all became too soft from absorbing too much of her juices to be able to push them into her at all. Thus, it was the Mad Hatter who won the prize.
"Do you want to know what the prize was? The prize was you, of course. Whoever won would get to go to bed with you."
"Oh good! How wonderful! I was hoping I would be the prize. Shall we go right now?"
"Yes, Alice, I think we shall."
With a quarter of the Mad Hatter's bread stick hanging out of her vagina, Alice took his hand and led him out of the room. The end of the bread stick swung from side to side with each step. She led him straight up to his bedroom where she had donned her new uniform for him and went to sit on the edge of the bed to wait for him to get ready.
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
What do you think of it so far? Would you like more? How far would you like to see it go?
-
batgirl1969
- Millenium Member
- Posts: 2527
- Joined: 17 years ago
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
I loved it so far....hopefully hatter is filming it all so he can humiliate batgirl later.....i loved the tea enema part...whew...the inflatable insert was a nice addition!
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
The Mad Hatter entered the bedroom through the bathroom. He had removed all his clothes except for his overlarge hat. A new chin strap held the hat in place on his head. He didn't want it to fall off. The consequences could be very dangerous for him.
Alice sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and her new black, purple, and white outfit still on. Her breasts were still fully exposed as they had been since smearing them with cream for the 9 men to sample by sucking on her nipples. The bread stick that had been hanging out of her vagina had been removed and was nowhere to be seen. In one hand, she supported a tray with a tea kettle and two cups.
"Ah, Alice, more tea?"
"Yes, please."
The Mad Hatter took the kettle and one of the cups. He then poured some of the tea in the cup and gave it to Alice. She began sipping from the cup without hesitation as the Mad Hatter picked up the second cup and poured more tea in it for Alice. When she finished her first cup, she accepted the second cup and proceeded to sip from it too. The two continued this routine until Alice had drunk all the tea from the kettle.
"Mmm, thank you, Hatter. My tummy is full. What would you like to do now?"
"Your welcome! I can hear your tummy bubbling. Do you like my tea?"
"Yes, I do! Though I'm already full, I would gladly drink more if you let me."
Just then, the White Rabbit entered with another tea kettle full of more tea. Alice clapped excitedly as he poured another cup for her.
The Mad Hatter got on the bed and sat cross-legged in the middle. He was sporting a full erection, and it was pointing straight up at the ceiling. He motioned for Alice to join him on the bed. The White Rabbit exited the room, closing the door behind him.
Alice got up on the bed, handing her tea cup to the Mad Hatter. He took it. She then sat down in his lap, facing him. She could feel his erection through her skirt, and she giggled. He smiled back at her. She lifted her skirt and petticoats with one hand, and then she carefully guided the tip of his cock between her legs. Once in place, she lowered herself slowly down onto him. Both of them moaned as he entered her. She then wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles behind his back. It was then that he handed her tea cup back to her, and she began eagerly sipping from it.
The Mad Hatter considered himself to be in heaven. Here was this gorgeous young woman, and she was in his lap, her naked breasts right in front of his face. As he started kissing her chest and neck, she began slowly gyrating her hips in his lap while she continued to take small sips from her cup. The effect of the movement of her hips was to rub her smooth labia and clit against his hips and pubic hair while also moving his cock very slightly in her vagina. With these small movements, she could pleasure herself as much as she wanted without pleasuring him so fast that it would move him towards climax too quickly.
The two remained in this position with him massaging and alternately kissing her breasts and sucking on her erect nipples, and her continuously gyrating her hips in his lap, tightening and loosening her legs around him, while still sipping from her cup of tea for several minutes. It was as she upended the cup, drinking the last drops of tea from it, that she climaxed. She clutched him tightly to herself until she was done.
Her orgasm was powerful, rushing through her body. It began in her groin and erupted through the rest of her body. She gasped, breathlessly in his ear as the wave of pleasure went from her vagina to the tips of her pointed toes causing her to tighten her legs around him. None of it was enough to bring him even close to cumming.
"Oh, Hatter! That was incredible! My cup is empty again though and you didn't climax."
"No, Alice, but I will. Let's refill your cup and we'll try a different position."
After resting for a moment while her rushing heartbeat slowed to a more normal pace, she got up off him, handing him her empty cup. The Mad Hatter got up off the bed and poured her another cup. He then laid down on the floor on his back beneath a rope that was hanging from the ceiling. Alice approached him again and squated above him, straddling him. She again guided him fully into herself, balancing her weight on his hips and her toes. She took the rope in one hand, using it to steady herself, and then she took the newly refilled tea cup from him.
The Mad Hatter lay still on the floor beneath Alice as she began to both sip her tea and lift herself off him again, balancing on the tips of her toes. He laced his fingers behind his head and closed his eyes, letting her do all the work. If he was in heaven before, this must be paradise. Alice should be able to keep this up on her own for at least 5 or 10 minutes before her powerful legs grew tired.
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," Alice moaned in between sips as she moved up and down on the Mad Hatter's stiff erection.
Alice was going to cum again. She could feel her second orgasm building, but she wanted to prolong this moment as long as possible. The Hatter was enjoying not having to do anything, after all. That meant that she couldn't slow her movements down, or that might decrease his enjoyment. Instead, she tensed her muscles, willing the climax away. The tea in her cup was almost gone again though. The pleasure grew to a level that she couldn't hold it back anymore just as she finished her cup again, so she released it. She continued to ride him as her climax overtook her, and she moaned loudly. He still had not reached his climax though.
Having finished yet another cup of tea, it was time to fill it again. They would also change positions. This time it was Alice who got into position first. She sat on the edge of the bed, and then she propped pillows up behind her so she would be able to lean against them and still be somewhat upright.
"How's this? Do you want me in a different position?"
"No, this will be fine."
The Mad Hatter poured another cup for Alice. He knew she had to be getting quite full by now, but he was enjoying this. He remembered the night 16 years previously when he had first met Alice. It had angered him that she refused to drink tea with him. Now she couldn't seem to get enough of it.
He approached her, moving between her legs. She took the offered cup, leaned back against the pillows, and then lifted her long legs high in the air. This presented her naked bum and vagina to him. Gripping her legs, he slowly, teasingly entered her now ultra-sensitive cunt, as she slowly sipped from her cup.
It was her turn to lie back and let him do all the work for the both of them. She didn't even have to work very hard to keep her legs up for him. He was using her legs as leverage, holding her ankles on either side of his head. She flexed her legs in time with his thrusts, and he enjoyed the sight on either side of his head of her rolling her ankles, loosening the cramped muscles of her feet. It didn't seem that she could keep her feet still, bouncing them beside his head.
The orgasm built more quickly this time than the last two times. Also, because the tea had now cooled a little, she was able to drink it more quickly. It was as though her pleasure were somehow linked to how full her cup was. The more full it was, the farther from orgasm she would be. As if to lend support to this theory, as soon as she drank the last drop, her climax broke over her once again. She couldn't help pulling him to her, forcing him fully inside her. By the time her pleasure had passed, he still had not cum.
The Mad Hatter took her cup from her and carried the tea kettle and cup to a chair with a table next to it. He filled her cup once again and invited her to sit in his lap again.
Alice smiled at him and said "Let's try something else now."
She turned around and sat backwards on him. This time, instead of guiding his erection into her dripping vagina, she positioned it at her butthole. She didn't need to worry about lubrication. Her vagina had provided all the lubrication she would need. Relaxing the muscles in her butt, she put her weight more fully on his slick cock, and she gasped as it popped passed her sphincter.
The Mad Hatter's cock was soon buried to the hilt in Alice's bottom. She picked up her cup from the side table, spread her legs on either side of his, and then proceeded to stand back up until only the head of his penis was still inside her. He gripped her hips tight in his hands, helping her lift herself. She then sank back all the way down on him.
As before, as she slowly bounced her bum up and down on his erection, she sipped from her teacup. Though she certainly could have drunk it more quickly this time with how much it had cooled, she wanted to prolong this moment. She had never offered her rosebud to anyone before, so this was a special moment. She wanted it to last as long as possible. Adding to the kinkiness of the act, the ballet heels on her feet were forcing her to put all her weight on her toes. She had felt sexy just standing in front of the mirror before. This was even better. Her first time at anal sex couldn't be more perfect.
Eventually, the tea in her cup drained to the last drops. Her pleasure steadily increased throughout until she drank the last drops from her cup, and then she sat fully down on him. Her empty vagina spasmed in exstacy, and her sphincter clenched and unclenched uncontrollably around the base of his shaft. He very nearly joined her then in climax, but it wasn't quite enough.
The tea kettle had enough tea left for two more cups. He filled both cups for her this time, emptying the kettle completely. He then pulled a foot stool over and she went down on her hands and knees ontop of it with her stomach resting on it. Leaving her hands free, he began binding her bursting stomach, hips, and thighs to the stool.
The Mad Hatter handed her the two cups. She then took a sip from one cup first and then the other. As she brought the first cup to her lips, he entered her bottom again and slowly began moving in and out of her warm depths. She continued drinking from both cups as he continued with the anal sex.
When she reached the last drops of tea, he gave her an order. "Alice, remove your bow now!"
Alice sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and her new black, purple, and white outfit still on. Her breasts were still fully exposed as they had been since smearing them with cream for the 9 men to sample by sucking on her nipples. The bread stick that had been hanging out of her vagina had been removed and was nowhere to be seen. In one hand, she supported a tray with a tea kettle and two cups.
"Ah, Alice, more tea?"
"Yes, please."
The Mad Hatter took the kettle and one of the cups. He then poured some of the tea in the cup and gave it to Alice. She began sipping from the cup without hesitation as the Mad Hatter picked up the second cup and poured more tea in it for Alice. When she finished her first cup, she accepted the second cup and proceeded to sip from it too. The two continued this routine until Alice had drunk all the tea from the kettle.
"Mmm, thank you, Hatter. My tummy is full. What would you like to do now?"
"Your welcome! I can hear your tummy bubbling. Do you like my tea?"
"Yes, I do! Though I'm already full, I would gladly drink more if you let me."
Just then, the White Rabbit entered with another tea kettle full of more tea. Alice clapped excitedly as he poured another cup for her.
The Mad Hatter got on the bed and sat cross-legged in the middle. He was sporting a full erection, and it was pointing straight up at the ceiling. He motioned for Alice to join him on the bed. The White Rabbit exited the room, closing the door behind him.
Alice got up on the bed, handing her tea cup to the Mad Hatter. He took it. She then sat down in his lap, facing him. She could feel his erection through her skirt, and she giggled. He smiled back at her. She lifted her skirt and petticoats with one hand, and then she carefully guided the tip of his cock between her legs. Once in place, she lowered herself slowly down onto him. Both of them moaned as he entered her. She then wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles behind his back. It was then that he handed her tea cup back to her, and she began eagerly sipping from it.
The Mad Hatter considered himself to be in heaven. Here was this gorgeous young woman, and she was in his lap, her naked breasts right in front of his face. As he started kissing her chest and neck, she began slowly gyrating her hips in his lap while she continued to take small sips from her cup. The effect of the movement of her hips was to rub her smooth labia and clit against his hips and pubic hair while also moving his cock very slightly in her vagina. With these small movements, she could pleasure herself as much as she wanted without pleasuring him so fast that it would move him towards climax too quickly.
The two remained in this position with him massaging and alternately kissing her breasts and sucking on her erect nipples, and her continuously gyrating her hips in his lap, tightening and loosening her legs around him, while still sipping from her cup of tea for several minutes. It was as she upended the cup, drinking the last drops of tea from it, that she climaxed. She clutched him tightly to herself until she was done.
Her orgasm was powerful, rushing through her body. It began in her groin and erupted through the rest of her body. She gasped, breathlessly in his ear as the wave of pleasure went from her vagina to the tips of her pointed toes causing her to tighten her legs around him. None of it was enough to bring him even close to cumming.
"Oh, Hatter! That was incredible! My cup is empty again though and you didn't climax."
"No, Alice, but I will. Let's refill your cup and we'll try a different position."
After resting for a moment while her rushing heartbeat slowed to a more normal pace, she got up off him, handing him her empty cup. The Mad Hatter got up off the bed and poured her another cup. He then laid down on the floor on his back beneath a rope that was hanging from the ceiling. Alice approached him again and squated above him, straddling him. She again guided him fully into herself, balancing her weight on his hips and her toes. She took the rope in one hand, using it to steady herself, and then she took the newly refilled tea cup from him.
The Mad Hatter lay still on the floor beneath Alice as she began to both sip her tea and lift herself off him again, balancing on the tips of her toes. He laced his fingers behind his head and closed his eyes, letting her do all the work. If he was in heaven before, this must be paradise. Alice should be able to keep this up on her own for at least 5 or 10 minutes before her powerful legs grew tired.
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," Alice moaned in between sips as she moved up and down on the Mad Hatter's stiff erection.
Alice was going to cum again. She could feel her second orgasm building, but she wanted to prolong this moment as long as possible. The Hatter was enjoying not having to do anything, after all. That meant that she couldn't slow her movements down, or that might decrease his enjoyment. Instead, she tensed her muscles, willing the climax away. The tea in her cup was almost gone again though. The pleasure grew to a level that she couldn't hold it back anymore just as she finished her cup again, so she released it. She continued to ride him as her climax overtook her, and she moaned loudly. He still had not reached his climax though.
Having finished yet another cup of tea, it was time to fill it again. They would also change positions. This time it was Alice who got into position first. She sat on the edge of the bed, and then she propped pillows up behind her so she would be able to lean against them and still be somewhat upright.
"How's this? Do you want me in a different position?"
"No, this will be fine."
The Mad Hatter poured another cup for Alice. He knew she had to be getting quite full by now, but he was enjoying this. He remembered the night 16 years previously when he had first met Alice. It had angered him that she refused to drink tea with him. Now she couldn't seem to get enough of it.
He approached her, moving between her legs. She took the offered cup, leaned back against the pillows, and then lifted her long legs high in the air. This presented her naked bum and vagina to him. Gripping her legs, he slowly, teasingly entered her now ultra-sensitive cunt, as she slowly sipped from her cup.
It was her turn to lie back and let him do all the work for the both of them. She didn't even have to work very hard to keep her legs up for him. He was using her legs as leverage, holding her ankles on either side of his head. She flexed her legs in time with his thrusts, and he enjoyed the sight on either side of his head of her rolling her ankles, loosening the cramped muscles of her feet. It didn't seem that she could keep her feet still, bouncing them beside his head.
The orgasm built more quickly this time than the last two times. Also, because the tea had now cooled a little, she was able to drink it more quickly. It was as though her pleasure were somehow linked to how full her cup was. The more full it was, the farther from orgasm she would be. As if to lend support to this theory, as soon as she drank the last drop, her climax broke over her once again. She couldn't help pulling him to her, forcing him fully inside her. By the time her pleasure had passed, he still had not cum.
The Mad Hatter took her cup from her and carried the tea kettle and cup to a chair with a table next to it. He filled her cup once again and invited her to sit in his lap again.
Alice smiled at him and said "Let's try something else now."
She turned around and sat backwards on him. This time, instead of guiding his erection into her dripping vagina, she positioned it at her butthole. She didn't need to worry about lubrication. Her vagina had provided all the lubrication she would need. Relaxing the muscles in her butt, she put her weight more fully on his slick cock, and she gasped as it popped passed her sphincter.
The Mad Hatter's cock was soon buried to the hilt in Alice's bottom. She picked up her cup from the side table, spread her legs on either side of his, and then proceeded to stand back up until only the head of his penis was still inside her. He gripped her hips tight in his hands, helping her lift herself. She then sank back all the way down on him.
As before, as she slowly bounced her bum up and down on his erection, she sipped from her teacup. Though she certainly could have drunk it more quickly this time with how much it had cooled, she wanted to prolong this moment. She had never offered her rosebud to anyone before, so this was a special moment. She wanted it to last as long as possible. Adding to the kinkiness of the act, the ballet heels on her feet were forcing her to put all her weight on her toes. She had felt sexy just standing in front of the mirror before. This was even better. Her first time at anal sex couldn't be more perfect.
Eventually, the tea in her cup drained to the last drops. Her pleasure steadily increased throughout until she drank the last drops from her cup, and then she sat fully down on him. Her empty vagina spasmed in exstacy, and her sphincter clenched and unclenched uncontrollably around the base of his shaft. He very nearly joined her then in climax, but it wasn't quite enough.
The tea kettle had enough tea left for two more cups. He filled both cups for her this time, emptying the kettle completely. He then pulled a foot stool over and she went down on her hands and knees ontop of it with her stomach resting on it. Leaving her hands free, he began binding her bursting stomach, hips, and thighs to the stool.
The Mad Hatter handed her the two cups. She then took a sip from one cup first and then the other. As she brought the first cup to her lips, he entered her bottom again and slowly began moving in and out of her warm depths. She continued drinking from both cups as he continued with the anal sex.
When she reached the last drops of tea, he gave her an order. "Alice, remove your bow now!"
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
As soon as Jervis Tetch placed the head band on Batgirl's de-masked head, Batgirl's, and by extension, Barbara's, consciousness was forcefully pushed to the back of her head to be replaced with the completely subservient Alice persona. Batgirl was still fully connected with her body and mind, she just couldn't control either in any way. She realized that the battle had been lost as soon as the words: "Thank you, Hatter! Thank you so much for freeing me! I don't ever want to leave you!", left her mouth. She never would have said anything like that if she had still been in control of her mouth.
Alice didn't seem to feel any pain or discomfort. This was evident by how she didn't appear to be in any sort of hurry to empty the drugged tea that had been forced into her bowels. Her stomach was bloated and cramping, but she didn't seem to mind. Batgirl did though. All she could do was scream silently inside her own head. She began beating her fists against the mental wall in her mind.
That was when it happened. The Batgirl/Barbara Gordon persona essentially transformed into an avatar trapped inside a prison cell with wrap-around windows to the outside world. She felt as tangible to her own touch as though this were really who she was. The windows allowed her to experience everything in the real world even if she couldn't influence any of it.
When Alice slipped her feet into the ballet heels and buckled the straps around her ankles, Batgirl's legs and feet cramped. As Alice stood up, balancing her weight on her toes, it was Batgirl's toes that were in agony. Because Batgirl had never taken any dance classes, she knew she wouldn't be able to walk in shoes like that, let alone balance herself on her toes. Alice didn't seem to have any trouble with it. She was a natural at walking en-pointe.
In essence, Alice got the best of everything. She didn't feel pain or discomfort. She didn't get fatigued. She did feel pleasure and excitement. Batgirl could also feel pleasure, but she felt all the pain that Alice didn't as well. By the time Alice had walked down the stairs and was entering the dining room, Batgirl couldn't stand at all anymore on her feet and tears were leaking out the corners of her eyes.
Throughout the party, Batgirl was forced to take a backseat to the festivities. She couldn't interact with any of the guests. Instead, she had to settle for the misery of feeling her cells becoming ever more saturated with the chemicals in the tea. By the time Alice was offering her cream coated nipples to the guests, Batgirl had calculated that it would take at least a couple of months to completely purge the tea from her system. As long as even the smallest trace remained, she was at risk of being a slave to him as she was now.
"No! NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she yelled at Alice as she revealed her breasts to everyone. The cream on her bare flesh was cool and thick, and she hated having it on her skin. Then she was offering her nipples to them to suck on? "Stop that! Please, stop it! They're not yours!"
It didn't matter what Batgirl said. No one could hear her. Ignoring the pain of Alice standing once again on her toes, Batgirl sprang at the doors to her cell and shook them for all she was worth. This had progressed far enough. It was bad enough that one of the masked men should suck on her flesh. She didn't even want to imagine where things would go if they were allowed to progress at their current rate.
"Cunt bread?" she read in disbelief. She sank to the floor and cried into her hands in frustration and despair when Alice actually allowed the men to stick their bread sticks inside her. She had never known revulsion like this, and her stomach churned. She unconsciously covered her own crotch, holding her legs closed as tightly as she could, in a vain attempt to protect her body from violation, but it didn't do any good.
Things only got worse from there. Since she was going back up to the bedroom, this time with a partner, there was no doubt in her mind what the outcome would be. The fact that it would be with the disgusting and perverted Jervis Tetch made her want to vomit.
Then she was willingly having sex with him, and she was doing it while she was drinking even more tea. Her body was reacting favorably to what Alice and Tetch were doing to it and she could only scream and cry, throwing her body repeatedly against the bars of her cell in a vain effort to escape this madness.
With all the different positions, it wasn't long before the muscles in her legs were burning with fatigue. Alice didn't feel it at all. Then she actually offered Batgirl's butthole to the horrible man, and she did most of the work in aiding in the violation. By the time the command came to remove the bow, Batgirl was too physically exhausted to fight.
*****
Obeying the Mad Hatter's command to remove her bow, Alice whipped it off as her last, and strongest yet, orgasm for the night ripped through her body. It was Batgirl that mixed her anguished screams with moans of exstacy as the climax broke over her body like a wave. Jervis was still rutting against her, driving his erection in and out of her tortured anus at an ever increasing rate.
"OOOOOH, GOD, YES!"
"NO, GET OUT OF ME!"
Jervis was rapidly approaching his own climax. Making love to Alice had been a dream come true. He didn't believe he was a pervert in any way though. I mean, sure, it would have been unthinkable for him to have done anything even remotely like this to Alice when he had first met her. She was just a child then, after all. Now, however, Alice had grown into a gorgeous young woman. He was a man, and men had their needs.
The thing that finally pushed him over the edge and allowed him to finally cum was knowing that the famed Batgirl, who was really his Alice, knew exactly what was being done to her and was powerless to stop it no matter how much she wanted to.
Batgirl felt it as Tetch's foul penis began to spurt its seed inside her bowels. Even through her own orgasm, she felt it as his penis throbbed inside her rectum. She was grateful that at least she wouldn't have to worry about him getting her pregnant, and she hoped this nightmare would now be over. She gritted her teeth against the feeling of being given her second enema of her life even though this second one was much smaller than the first.
When Jervis had finished cumming in Batgirl's bottom, he slowly withdrew his softening penis, allowing Batgirl's tightly clenched muscles to squeeze the last drops out of him. Using some of the excess rope left over from binding her to the footstool, he tied her wrists to her ankles. Batgirl was too exhausted to try to resist him. When he was satisfied, he climbed on Batgirl's back.
Tears were leaking once again from her eyes. "Get... off... me!" she pled, gasping for air.
With the corset constricting her chest and diaphragm, it had already been difficult for her to take a full breath. She'd had to breathe shallowly all night already because of it. However, now that her stomach was full to bursting with the contents of two tea kettles, plus the cups she had drunk while downstairs, it should have looked again like she had somehow managed to swallow a ball. The corset wouldn't allow that though, so it meant even less room for everything else inside her, including air. It was a wonder that she hadn't passed out from oxygen deprivation, suffocating herself inside her own body. Having the added weight of his body pressing down on her stomach was not helping things in the slightest.
"Alice, what fun we had tonight. Wouldn't you agree? I know you are not yourself anymore in there, but we will soon fix that again. I imagine that we need to leave our cozy little home soon though because we probably have a bat and a bird on their way here now."
"You... won't... get... away... with... this..., you... monster!"
"I know it is difficult for you to understand right now, Alice, but I will free you, and you will be wholely mine. The bat shall not take you from me and deliver your beautiful head to the Queen." He then got up off her and picked up the head band. He began to kiss her on her soft lips, pushing his tongue into her revolted mouth, as he slipped the bow back into place on her head. Her resistance turned to longing as Alice again surfaced and kissed her love, the Mad Hatter, just as passionately as he kissed her.
Alice didn't seem to feel any pain or discomfort. This was evident by how she didn't appear to be in any sort of hurry to empty the drugged tea that had been forced into her bowels. Her stomach was bloated and cramping, but she didn't seem to mind. Batgirl did though. All she could do was scream silently inside her own head. She began beating her fists against the mental wall in her mind.
That was when it happened. The Batgirl/Barbara Gordon persona essentially transformed into an avatar trapped inside a prison cell with wrap-around windows to the outside world. She felt as tangible to her own touch as though this were really who she was. The windows allowed her to experience everything in the real world even if she couldn't influence any of it.
When Alice slipped her feet into the ballet heels and buckled the straps around her ankles, Batgirl's legs and feet cramped. As Alice stood up, balancing her weight on her toes, it was Batgirl's toes that were in agony. Because Batgirl had never taken any dance classes, she knew she wouldn't be able to walk in shoes like that, let alone balance herself on her toes. Alice didn't seem to have any trouble with it. She was a natural at walking en-pointe.
In essence, Alice got the best of everything. She didn't feel pain or discomfort. She didn't get fatigued. She did feel pleasure and excitement. Batgirl could also feel pleasure, but she felt all the pain that Alice didn't as well. By the time Alice had walked down the stairs and was entering the dining room, Batgirl couldn't stand at all anymore on her feet and tears were leaking out the corners of her eyes.
Throughout the party, Batgirl was forced to take a backseat to the festivities. She couldn't interact with any of the guests. Instead, she had to settle for the misery of feeling her cells becoming ever more saturated with the chemicals in the tea. By the time Alice was offering her cream coated nipples to the guests, Batgirl had calculated that it would take at least a couple of months to completely purge the tea from her system. As long as even the smallest trace remained, she was at risk of being a slave to him as she was now.
"No! NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she yelled at Alice as she revealed her breasts to everyone. The cream on her bare flesh was cool and thick, and she hated having it on her skin. Then she was offering her nipples to them to suck on? "Stop that! Please, stop it! They're not yours!"
It didn't matter what Batgirl said. No one could hear her. Ignoring the pain of Alice standing once again on her toes, Batgirl sprang at the doors to her cell and shook them for all she was worth. This had progressed far enough. It was bad enough that one of the masked men should suck on her flesh. She didn't even want to imagine where things would go if they were allowed to progress at their current rate.
"Cunt bread?" she read in disbelief. She sank to the floor and cried into her hands in frustration and despair when Alice actually allowed the men to stick their bread sticks inside her. She had never known revulsion like this, and her stomach churned. She unconsciously covered her own crotch, holding her legs closed as tightly as she could, in a vain attempt to protect her body from violation, but it didn't do any good.
Things only got worse from there. Since she was going back up to the bedroom, this time with a partner, there was no doubt in her mind what the outcome would be. The fact that it would be with the disgusting and perverted Jervis Tetch made her want to vomit.
Then she was willingly having sex with him, and she was doing it while she was drinking even more tea. Her body was reacting favorably to what Alice and Tetch were doing to it and she could only scream and cry, throwing her body repeatedly against the bars of her cell in a vain effort to escape this madness.
With all the different positions, it wasn't long before the muscles in her legs were burning with fatigue. Alice didn't feel it at all. Then she actually offered Batgirl's butthole to the horrible man, and she did most of the work in aiding in the violation. By the time the command came to remove the bow, Batgirl was too physically exhausted to fight.
*****
Obeying the Mad Hatter's command to remove her bow, Alice whipped it off as her last, and strongest yet, orgasm for the night ripped through her body. It was Batgirl that mixed her anguished screams with moans of exstacy as the climax broke over her body like a wave. Jervis was still rutting against her, driving his erection in and out of her tortured anus at an ever increasing rate.
"OOOOOH, GOD, YES!"
"NO, GET OUT OF ME!"
Jervis was rapidly approaching his own climax. Making love to Alice had been a dream come true. He didn't believe he was a pervert in any way though. I mean, sure, it would have been unthinkable for him to have done anything even remotely like this to Alice when he had first met her. She was just a child then, after all. Now, however, Alice had grown into a gorgeous young woman. He was a man, and men had their needs.
The thing that finally pushed him over the edge and allowed him to finally cum was knowing that the famed Batgirl, who was really his Alice, knew exactly what was being done to her and was powerless to stop it no matter how much she wanted to.
Batgirl felt it as Tetch's foul penis began to spurt its seed inside her bowels. Even through her own orgasm, she felt it as his penis throbbed inside her rectum. She was grateful that at least she wouldn't have to worry about him getting her pregnant, and she hoped this nightmare would now be over. She gritted her teeth against the feeling of being given her second enema of her life even though this second one was much smaller than the first.
When Jervis had finished cumming in Batgirl's bottom, he slowly withdrew his softening penis, allowing Batgirl's tightly clenched muscles to squeeze the last drops out of him. Using some of the excess rope left over from binding her to the footstool, he tied her wrists to her ankles. Batgirl was too exhausted to try to resist him. When he was satisfied, he climbed on Batgirl's back.
Tears were leaking once again from her eyes. "Get... off... me!" she pled, gasping for air.
With the corset constricting her chest and diaphragm, it had already been difficult for her to take a full breath. She'd had to breathe shallowly all night already because of it. However, now that her stomach was full to bursting with the contents of two tea kettles, plus the cups she had drunk while downstairs, it should have looked again like she had somehow managed to swallow a ball. The corset wouldn't allow that though, so it meant even less room for everything else inside her, including air. It was a wonder that she hadn't passed out from oxygen deprivation, suffocating herself inside her own body. Having the added weight of his body pressing down on her stomach was not helping things in the slightest.
"Alice, what fun we had tonight. Wouldn't you agree? I know you are not yourself anymore in there, but we will soon fix that again. I imagine that we need to leave our cozy little home soon though because we probably have a bat and a bird on their way here now."
"You... won't... get... away... with... this..., you... monster!"
"I know it is difficult for you to understand right now, Alice, but I will free you, and you will be wholely mine. The bat shall not take you from me and deliver your beautiful head to the Queen." He then got up off her and picked up the head band. He began to kiss her on her soft lips, pushing his tongue into her revolted mouth, as he slipped the bow back into place on her head. Her resistance turned to longing as Alice again surfaced and kissed her love, the Mad Hatter, just as passionately as he kissed her.
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
So... I think I have 2 options to choose from now... Where do you think I should go from here? Should Batgirl escape somehow, or do we take it even further? What other kinds of things would you like to see the Mad Hatter do to her?
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
Take it further please! I would like to see Mad Hatter keep hold of Batgirl, and eventually Batgirl wants to stay on her own will. This has been superb so far!
-
batgirl1969
- Millenium Member
- Posts: 2527
- Joined: 17 years ago
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
yes...take her to the edge...then drop her ass off and do it all over to her again!! Warp that mind and body..keep her addicted...love seeing Bats in this situation
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
I'm not a girl, so I don't think like one, but would great sex make a girl forget her hatred or loathing of someone she finds revolting? I mean, this guy gave her nightmares and inspired her to become Batgirl! So, what would make her change her mind?
-
batgirl1969
- Millenium Member
- Posts: 2527
- Joined: 17 years ago
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
Yes, yes it would....especially if multiple orgasms were ripped from her and mind numbing sex makes us forget just about anything....at least it does me!! LOLjecb1982 wrote:I'm not a girl, so I don't think like one, but would great sex make a girl forget her hatred or loathing of someone she finds revolting? I mean, this guy gave her nightmares and inspired her to become Batgirl! So, what would make her change her mind?
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
There were a few things the Mad Hatter needed to collect before he and Alice could leave. It was necessary to leave because of the Batman. He had an annoying habit of sticking his nose in where it didn't belong. If it hadn't of been for him, Alice would have been his a long time ago. As it was, he had to languish in prison for 16 years because of what they accused him of doing. How was that fair.
He untied Alice. "How do you feel, Alice? Hmmm? Does your tummy hurt? Do you need to go pee?"
"Yes, it does hurt. I think I might have had a little too much too tea drink."
"Too much tea? You can never have too much too!"
"No, I guess you're right. I do need to pee now though."
"Oh good!" exclaimed the Hatter, clapping his hands and jumping up and down. "I have just the thing for that. Why don't you start packing while I go get it. There's a suitcase in the closet."
Alice got to her feet and walked expertly on her toes to the closet. If her toes were hurting at all, she showed no sign of it. In fact, she didn't appear to be in any hurry to get off her toes. From all the crouching and standing she had done during sex, her legs should also have been long past tired, but again, she moved about with ease.
She found the suitcase easily enough and began packing the sparse contents of the closet into it. The Mad Hatter didn't really have much in the way of clothes for himself. As for clothes for her, she found a few other outfits that were similar to what she already had on. Her shoes were all in the ballet style: ankle boots, knee boots, and thigh boots as well as heels with laces and no ankle strap, heels with laces and an ankle strap, and heels with more than one strap. She packed them all in the suitcase.
When the Mad Hatter returned, he was fully dressed. In his hands, he held a bulbous object attached to a tube. "Alice, I'm going to need you to bend over for me, my dear. And spread your legs a little bit too."
Alice did as he instructed, presenting her naked bum and vagina to his view. He could see his sperm slowly dribbling out of her puckered butthole, leaving a trail down the backs of her legs. He smeared a little of it on the end of the bulbous buttplug dildo, and then he deflated it in preparation for insertion.
"Now, I need you to relax, my dear."
"Oh, I'm very relaxed. Don't worry about a thing."
He pressed the end of the plug against her rosebud, and it began sliding easily into her. True to her word, there was very little resistance. It was soon all the way inside her. He then squeezed the pump a few times to inflate the plug inside her.
"Ooooh, that feels good."
He now held a small plastic tube in his hand that was only about six inches long. Spreading her labia, he found her urethra and inserted one end of the tube into her bladder. Fortunately, he had thought to pinch the tube before insertion or the sudden breach into her bladder would have showered him in her pee. Taping the tube in place, he proceeded to thread the other end of the tube in through a hole in the base of the buttplug. More tape was then placed to keep it attached to the plug. Finally, he removed the clamp pinching the tube.
"Ahhh. That is so much better."
With the tube now joining Alice's bladder to her rectum, the feeling of needing to pee vanished. She would have been embarrassed if she had lost control of her bladder when it became too full and peed all over her new shoes and his carpet. She also would not have been able to enjoy the added benefit of whatever nutrients had not been filtered out of the tea as it sped through her digestive system. Now, with the tea out of her bladder where she was liable to have an accident it could be safely stored in her rectum for a while longer, and her body could continue to absorb the tea into itself. Also, she could continue to enjoy the feeling of fullness since the amount of liquid sitting in her system had not diminished. It had merely changed positions. The Hatter thought of everything!
"Come, Alice. It is time we were off."
The two had very little time indeed to make their escape. Barely five minutes after the couple had got into his car parked safely in the garage and turned the corner on their way out of Gotham City before Batman arrived on the scene.
*****
Batgirl was locked again behind the bars of her own hijacked consciousness once again. She screamed in frustration at the lost opportunity of escape. She should have crushed the bow while it was still in her hand. Why hadn't she fought back while she could?
She had been too exhausted. Tetch had been raping her body for upwards of an hour. The repeated orgasms and the strain of the different positions he had put her in had taken their toll on her strength. She could rationalize that she would not have been able to do much without resting anyway.
"Oh no! What is he doing? He's had his fun with my body, why isn't he letting me go?"
She winced at each step as her body crossed walked across the room to the closet. It was as much from the pain in her thighs and calves as it was from the pain in her toes. She didn't know how much more her poor toes could take of this torture. She thought she could feel moisture in the shoes, and she could only hope that it was just sweat. It was most likely blood though.
"No, stop! Please, stop!" she begged her own body as her hands packed the bag. She saw with horror all the outfits he undoubtedly intended to have her wear. Though she watched hopefully, the only shoes she saw were all in the same style as the ones currently on her feet. Her feet would not be given any respite.
He was back and he held something in his hands. Batgirl hated to think what he would do with those things, and she knew she was about to find out what they were for whether she wanted to or not.
He was putting it in her bottom! It dawned on her what he was about to do.
"Oh, no! No, he can't possibly be thinking of doing that! No, please no!"
He was. No matter how much she tried to deny it, he was doing exactly ad she feared he would. He was going to make her give herself an enema with her own urine. Wasn't it enough that she had to drink his tea and that he had already given her an enema tonight? He had even got to have anal sex with her! Why would he need to do this now too?
And the stupid bimbo, Alice, was loving it! She was actually enjoying this! Alice could not get enough of the monster's abuse!
"Wake up! Wake up, you dumb slut! Look at what he's doing to you! To me!"
It was no use. Alice was completely his, and she would literally eat up anything he could dish out. Batgirl was good and truly trapped.
*****
Batman stood in the middle of the upstairs bedroom. He had arrived about ten minutes before the police had. Using the infrared scanner in his cowl, he had ascertained that the only occupants in the house were all downstairs sitting around the dining room table. They didn't even stir when he walked through the door. Two seats were empty. Even more ominous, a discarded purple mask was lying on the floor in one corner.
He had then gone upstairs. The bedroom was empty though there was evidence of it being used recently. Using a different filter in his cowl, he was able to see dark stains in a couple of places on the bedsheets, on the chair against one wall, and on one side of the footstool. He took samples of each and labelled them according to where he found them.
He had then gone into the bathroom where he found the rest of Batgirl's uniform. The seat of her uniform and her panties were both torn. That did not bode well for his partner. She was in trouble somewhere.
"Batman. I thought I would find you here. Any idea what went on here?"
It was Commissioner Gordon, Barbara's father.
"The Mad Hatter is up to his old tricks again."
"I thought as much. My men rounded up half a dozen guys wearing masks. When we took the masks off, they appeared confused. None of them could tell us how they even got here. There was no sign of Mr Tetch though."
Batman handed the Commissioner Batgirl's torn outfit.
"What's this? This isn't... Oh my God. It's torn! Batman, if there is anything you need us for, just say the word."
"Thank you, Jim."
Taking the purple garment back, Batman strode out of the room and down the stairs. Several police men were in the room at the foot of the stairs. They all purposefully ignored him. Officially, they were supposed to try and apprehend Batman and take him for questioning. Unofficially, they were on the same side. If he "wasn't there", then there was no need for them to arrest him. None of them really fancied even trying to arrest the Batman though.
Once clear of the house, Batman climbed into his car and headed for home. Along the way, he instructed his butler, Alfred, to bring up any information they had on the Mad Hatter for him to search through when he arrived.
He untied Alice. "How do you feel, Alice? Hmmm? Does your tummy hurt? Do you need to go pee?"
"Yes, it does hurt. I think I might have had a little too much too tea drink."
"Too much tea? You can never have too much too!"
"No, I guess you're right. I do need to pee now though."
"Oh good!" exclaimed the Hatter, clapping his hands and jumping up and down. "I have just the thing for that. Why don't you start packing while I go get it. There's a suitcase in the closet."
Alice got to her feet and walked expertly on her toes to the closet. If her toes were hurting at all, she showed no sign of it. In fact, she didn't appear to be in any hurry to get off her toes. From all the crouching and standing she had done during sex, her legs should also have been long past tired, but again, she moved about with ease.
She found the suitcase easily enough and began packing the sparse contents of the closet into it. The Mad Hatter didn't really have much in the way of clothes for himself. As for clothes for her, she found a few other outfits that were similar to what she already had on. Her shoes were all in the ballet style: ankle boots, knee boots, and thigh boots as well as heels with laces and no ankle strap, heels with laces and an ankle strap, and heels with more than one strap. She packed them all in the suitcase.
When the Mad Hatter returned, he was fully dressed. In his hands, he held a bulbous object attached to a tube. "Alice, I'm going to need you to bend over for me, my dear. And spread your legs a little bit too."
Alice did as he instructed, presenting her naked bum and vagina to his view. He could see his sperm slowly dribbling out of her puckered butthole, leaving a trail down the backs of her legs. He smeared a little of it on the end of the bulbous buttplug dildo, and then he deflated it in preparation for insertion.
"Now, I need you to relax, my dear."
"Oh, I'm very relaxed. Don't worry about a thing."
He pressed the end of the plug against her rosebud, and it began sliding easily into her. True to her word, there was very little resistance. It was soon all the way inside her. He then squeezed the pump a few times to inflate the plug inside her.
"Ooooh, that feels good."
He now held a small plastic tube in his hand that was only about six inches long. Spreading her labia, he found her urethra and inserted one end of the tube into her bladder. Fortunately, he had thought to pinch the tube before insertion or the sudden breach into her bladder would have showered him in her pee. Taping the tube in place, he proceeded to thread the other end of the tube in through a hole in the base of the buttplug. More tape was then placed to keep it attached to the plug. Finally, he removed the clamp pinching the tube.
"Ahhh. That is so much better."
With the tube now joining Alice's bladder to her rectum, the feeling of needing to pee vanished. She would have been embarrassed if she had lost control of her bladder when it became too full and peed all over her new shoes and his carpet. She also would not have been able to enjoy the added benefit of whatever nutrients had not been filtered out of the tea as it sped through her digestive system. Now, with the tea out of her bladder where she was liable to have an accident it could be safely stored in her rectum for a while longer, and her body could continue to absorb the tea into itself. Also, she could continue to enjoy the feeling of fullness since the amount of liquid sitting in her system had not diminished. It had merely changed positions. The Hatter thought of everything!
"Come, Alice. It is time we were off."
The two had very little time indeed to make their escape. Barely five minutes after the couple had got into his car parked safely in the garage and turned the corner on their way out of Gotham City before Batman arrived on the scene.
*****
Batgirl was locked again behind the bars of her own hijacked consciousness once again. She screamed in frustration at the lost opportunity of escape. She should have crushed the bow while it was still in her hand. Why hadn't she fought back while she could?
She had been too exhausted. Tetch had been raping her body for upwards of an hour. The repeated orgasms and the strain of the different positions he had put her in had taken their toll on her strength. She could rationalize that she would not have been able to do much without resting anyway.
"Oh no! What is he doing? He's had his fun with my body, why isn't he letting me go?"
She winced at each step as her body crossed walked across the room to the closet. It was as much from the pain in her thighs and calves as it was from the pain in her toes. She didn't know how much more her poor toes could take of this torture. She thought she could feel moisture in the shoes, and she could only hope that it was just sweat. It was most likely blood though.
"No, stop! Please, stop!" she begged her own body as her hands packed the bag. She saw with horror all the outfits he undoubtedly intended to have her wear. Though she watched hopefully, the only shoes she saw were all in the same style as the ones currently on her feet. Her feet would not be given any respite.
He was back and he held something in his hands. Batgirl hated to think what he would do with those things, and she knew she was about to find out what they were for whether she wanted to or not.
He was putting it in her bottom! It dawned on her what he was about to do.
"Oh, no! No, he can't possibly be thinking of doing that! No, please no!"
He was. No matter how much she tried to deny it, he was doing exactly ad she feared he would. He was going to make her give herself an enema with her own urine. Wasn't it enough that she had to drink his tea and that he had already given her an enema tonight? He had even got to have anal sex with her! Why would he need to do this now too?
And the stupid bimbo, Alice, was loving it! She was actually enjoying this! Alice could not get enough of the monster's abuse!
"Wake up! Wake up, you dumb slut! Look at what he's doing to you! To me!"
It was no use. Alice was completely his, and she would literally eat up anything he could dish out. Batgirl was good and truly trapped.
*****
Batman stood in the middle of the upstairs bedroom. He had arrived about ten minutes before the police had. Using the infrared scanner in his cowl, he had ascertained that the only occupants in the house were all downstairs sitting around the dining room table. They didn't even stir when he walked through the door. Two seats were empty. Even more ominous, a discarded purple mask was lying on the floor in one corner.
He had then gone upstairs. The bedroom was empty though there was evidence of it being used recently. Using a different filter in his cowl, he was able to see dark stains in a couple of places on the bedsheets, on the chair against one wall, and on one side of the footstool. He took samples of each and labelled them according to where he found them.
He had then gone into the bathroom where he found the rest of Batgirl's uniform. The seat of her uniform and her panties were both torn. That did not bode well for his partner. She was in trouble somewhere.
"Batman. I thought I would find you here. Any idea what went on here?"
It was Commissioner Gordon, Barbara's father.
"The Mad Hatter is up to his old tricks again."
"I thought as much. My men rounded up half a dozen guys wearing masks. When we took the masks off, they appeared confused. None of them could tell us how they even got here. There was no sign of Mr Tetch though."
Batman handed the Commissioner Batgirl's torn outfit.
"What's this? This isn't... Oh my God. It's torn! Batman, if there is anything you need us for, just say the word."
"Thank you, Jim."
Taking the purple garment back, Batman strode out of the room and down the stairs. Several police men were in the room at the foot of the stairs. They all purposefully ignored him. Officially, they were supposed to try and apprehend Batman and take him for questioning. Unofficially, they were on the same side. If he "wasn't there", then there was no need for them to arrest him. None of them really fancied even trying to arrest the Batman though.
Once clear of the house, Batman climbed into his car and headed for home. Along the way, he instructed his butler, Alfred, to bring up any information they had on the Mad Hatter for him to search through when he arrived.
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
It was late by the time the Mad Hatter and Alice arrived at the Mad Hatter's home. He doubted anyone would connect him to the house because he hadn't actually lived in it or been there since years before he had been arrested. It had belonged to his maternal grandmother and he had inherited it. It was still in her name and couldn't be more different than his own: Grundman.
Though he hadn't been there in a long time, he had taken the time to make sure it would be fully stocked and outfitted for him and Alice. On the day he was released from Arkham, he hired someone to make sure everything was taken care of to his specifications. He confessed himself satisfied when he finally arrived.
"Wow, Hatter, you live here? What about the other house? I thought that was our house."
"No, I sold that one already. I had to go there though because you would know to find me there. You wouldn't have known about this house."
"You are so right. You always know best, of course."
"Let's get you inside so you can have some more tea. You must be thirsty after the long drive."
"That would be great!"
The Mad Hatter led the way into the house. He then showed Alice into the bathroom so she could relieve herself. He also showed her the pajamas he had hung up for her on the bathroom door and told her to get dressed for bed. He then went to the kitchen and began getting another kettle of tea together for her.
Alice deflated the buttplug and pulled it out of her rectum. Clenching her buttocks so she didn't have an accident, she also pulled the tube out of her bladder, and then she sat down on the toilet. Though her bladder was mostly empty, her rectum certainly was not. It had been full before they had even got into the car, and her body continued to filter the tea into her bladder where it went straight to her rectum. It was a wonder that she hadn't burst from the pressure.
Once she was done on the toilet, she cleaned herself off, and then she got undressed. She was almost sorry to see the heels go, but she knew they needed to come off in order for her to get in her pajamas. She then went to the door and took the new clothes off the hangars.
The pajamas consisted of a black bodystocking. The nylon was see through and would be almost like being naked. Then she saw the boots and squealed in delight. Locking ballet ankle boots! She was relieved to note that she would still be able to have incredibly sexy and long looking legs even while she slept. She readily slid her feet into them, pulled the laces tight, and then locked the ankle straps around her ankles. She had no idea where the keys were and didn't care.
Once she was dressed and ready for bed, she left the bathroom and went through the house in search of the Mad Hatter. She found him in the kitchen where he was sitting at a table with a kettle of tea and a cup waiting for her.
"Alice, you look very nice in that. Are you comfortable?"
"Oh yes, yes, I am very comfortable. Thank you for asking."
He watched her drink cup after cup until the tea was gone. Looking at her tummy, he knew she was full again. It hadn't exactly been flat when she had entered the kitchen since she had already drunk a lot of tea tonight, so she was definitely ready for more. When she was done, he took the cup from her and led the way to the bedroom.
Alice climbed on the bed and got under the covers immediately. The Hatter began undressing and was fully naked, except for his hat of course, when he climbed into bed with her. He was erect again, and she gripped his erection in her hands, gently stroking it.
"Mmm, that feels very nice, my dear."
While she was busy with him, he unzipped the crotch of her bodystocking. She then climbed on top of him and inserted his penis in her vagina. It was her turn to moan in pleasure. They moved slowly with each other. Whereas their first time had been a frenzy of sexual activity, this time it was calm and slow. There was no hurry. They climaxed at nearly the same time, and then they lay together for a few minutes.
When he had softened, she rolled off of him, and he reached in the drawer of the nightstand. He held a long dildo in his hand when he rolled back to face her. She grinned in happiness and kissed him as he inserted it in her vagina and then zipped her crotch back up, trapping the dildo within her.
It was time for a surprise for Batgirl. A metal bust sat on the nightstand on her side of the bed. It was a perfect recreation of his own head, and it was computerized and preprogrammed. He took his hat off, and then he quickly placed it on the bust.
For the brief second that the hat was in the air, Batgirl was herself again. She let out a sickened choke, and that was all that came out. By the time she would have finished the choke, Batgirl was locked safely away again. She would be kept occupied while he slept with his Alice.
*****
Batgirl barely had time to get over the revulsion of having his penis inside her vagina again. During the sex, she had wanted nothing more than to throttle the man beneath her to within an inch of his life. Perhaps she wouldn't have even stopped then. No one would deny that he deserved it. When she had managed to choke, it was at the thought and feel of having his sperm inside her vagina and then it being pushed deeper into her and trapped there by the dildo where it could get her pregnant.
As soon as the dildo made contact with the bust, she was pushed back into the closed jail cell within her own head. The cell was different now though. Instead of the door being made of bars, it was now a solid door. She couldn't see out anymore through the windows because they had been closed too. Her eyes were closed. Her body was already asleep.
The was a knock at the door. Going to it, she opened the door without a second though. It transformed suddenly into a long, dark hallway. Activating a light amplifying filter in her cowl, she saw that the hall continued straight for a ways and then it branched off in both directions. She deactivated her cowl and then started walking.
The light was dim, but she could see well enough to move around. When she got to the end of the hall, she peered down the hall in both directions and saw that they branched in different directions also. There was nothing remarkable about either, so she chose randomly and walked down the right corridor.
As she took more and more turns, travelling deeper and deeper, she realized that she was in some kind of maze. If she could find her way through it, she wondered what she would find at the end. Would it be the way out?
After wandering for what felt like hours with no end in sight, she was getting tired. She knew this was all happening within her own head, but it all felt so real. Her legs really did feel tired. She decided to just rest for a few minutes.
There was an ominous sound somewhere behind her. It was a scraping sound. Shivers ran up her spine. Activating her cowl, she flipped through several of the filters on her cowl before realizing that none of them would allow her to see down the hall any better. Whatever was back there wasn't within range yet for her to see it.
She had the feeling that whatever the thing was, she didn't want to meet it. She didn't know what it was, so she didn't know what it was capable of. If it killed her in here, would she actually die? Would Batgirl and Barbara Gordon then cease to exist, leaving her body entirely to Alice to abuse how she pleased?
She couldn't allow that. She had to believe that whatever was at the end of this maze was the key to her freedom. It was her only hope. She would continue searching no matter how tired she became.
*****
Batman had arrived back at the Batcave and was busy at his supercomputer. There was nothing to match the computing power of his computer on the entire eastern seaboard. He was confident that with its help, he would be able to figure out what the Mad Hatter was up to and where he had gone.
His friend, Barbara Gordon, was in trouble. There was no doubt in his mind. He could clearly remember the night he had come to her rescue, saving her that Halloween night so long ago. It would be up to him to save her again.
"Is there anything I can get you, sir?"
It was Alfred. The man was the closest thing Bruce Wayne had to a family. He loved him like he was his father.
"I'm fine, Alfred. Thank you."
"Don't worry, sir. You will find her, and you will discover that she is perfectly fine. She is a resourceful young woman."
"Yes, she is. All the same, I won't be able to rest easy until she is safe. I owe it to her father to bring her home."
Batman would sit in front of the computer for much of the night without success.
Though he hadn't been there in a long time, he had taken the time to make sure it would be fully stocked and outfitted for him and Alice. On the day he was released from Arkham, he hired someone to make sure everything was taken care of to his specifications. He confessed himself satisfied when he finally arrived.
"Wow, Hatter, you live here? What about the other house? I thought that was our house."
"No, I sold that one already. I had to go there though because you would know to find me there. You wouldn't have known about this house."
"You are so right. You always know best, of course."
"Let's get you inside so you can have some more tea. You must be thirsty after the long drive."
"That would be great!"
The Mad Hatter led the way into the house. He then showed Alice into the bathroom so she could relieve herself. He also showed her the pajamas he had hung up for her on the bathroom door and told her to get dressed for bed. He then went to the kitchen and began getting another kettle of tea together for her.
Alice deflated the buttplug and pulled it out of her rectum. Clenching her buttocks so she didn't have an accident, she also pulled the tube out of her bladder, and then she sat down on the toilet. Though her bladder was mostly empty, her rectum certainly was not. It had been full before they had even got into the car, and her body continued to filter the tea into her bladder where it went straight to her rectum. It was a wonder that she hadn't burst from the pressure.
Once she was done on the toilet, she cleaned herself off, and then she got undressed. She was almost sorry to see the heels go, but she knew they needed to come off in order for her to get in her pajamas. She then went to the door and took the new clothes off the hangars.
The pajamas consisted of a black bodystocking. The nylon was see through and would be almost like being naked. Then she saw the boots and squealed in delight. Locking ballet ankle boots! She was relieved to note that she would still be able to have incredibly sexy and long looking legs even while she slept. She readily slid her feet into them, pulled the laces tight, and then locked the ankle straps around her ankles. She had no idea where the keys were and didn't care.
Once she was dressed and ready for bed, she left the bathroom and went through the house in search of the Mad Hatter. She found him in the kitchen where he was sitting at a table with a kettle of tea and a cup waiting for her.
"Alice, you look very nice in that. Are you comfortable?"
"Oh yes, yes, I am very comfortable. Thank you for asking."
He watched her drink cup after cup until the tea was gone. Looking at her tummy, he knew she was full again. It hadn't exactly been flat when she had entered the kitchen since she had already drunk a lot of tea tonight, so she was definitely ready for more. When she was done, he took the cup from her and led the way to the bedroom.
Alice climbed on the bed and got under the covers immediately. The Hatter began undressing and was fully naked, except for his hat of course, when he climbed into bed with her. He was erect again, and she gripped his erection in her hands, gently stroking it.
"Mmm, that feels very nice, my dear."
While she was busy with him, he unzipped the crotch of her bodystocking. She then climbed on top of him and inserted his penis in her vagina. It was her turn to moan in pleasure. They moved slowly with each other. Whereas their first time had been a frenzy of sexual activity, this time it was calm and slow. There was no hurry. They climaxed at nearly the same time, and then they lay together for a few minutes.
When he had softened, she rolled off of him, and he reached in the drawer of the nightstand. He held a long dildo in his hand when he rolled back to face her. She grinned in happiness and kissed him as he inserted it in her vagina and then zipped her crotch back up, trapping the dildo within her.
It was time for a surprise for Batgirl. A metal bust sat on the nightstand on her side of the bed. It was a perfect recreation of his own head, and it was computerized and preprogrammed. He took his hat off, and then he quickly placed it on the bust.
For the brief second that the hat was in the air, Batgirl was herself again. She let out a sickened choke, and that was all that came out. By the time she would have finished the choke, Batgirl was locked safely away again. She would be kept occupied while he slept with his Alice.
*****
Batgirl barely had time to get over the revulsion of having his penis inside her vagina again. During the sex, she had wanted nothing more than to throttle the man beneath her to within an inch of his life. Perhaps she wouldn't have even stopped then. No one would deny that he deserved it. When she had managed to choke, it was at the thought and feel of having his sperm inside her vagina and then it being pushed deeper into her and trapped there by the dildo where it could get her pregnant.
As soon as the dildo made contact with the bust, she was pushed back into the closed jail cell within her own head. The cell was different now though. Instead of the door being made of bars, it was now a solid door. She couldn't see out anymore through the windows because they had been closed too. Her eyes were closed. Her body was already asleep.
The was a knock at the door. Going to it, she opened the door without a second though. It transformed suddenly into a long, dark hallway. Activating a light amplifying filter in her cowl, she saw that the hall continued straight for a ways and then it branched off in both directions. She deactivated her cowl and then started walking.
The light was dim, but she could see well enough to move around. When she got to the end of the hall, she peered down the hall in both directions and saw that they branched in different directions also. There was nothing remarkable about either, so she chose randomly and walked down the right corridor.
As she took more and more turns, travelling deeper and deeper, she realized that she was in some kind of maze. If she could find her way through it, she wondered what she would find at the end. Would it be the way out?
After wandering for what felt like hours with no end in sight, she was getting tired. She knew this was all happening within her own head, but it all felt so real. Her legs really did feel tired. She decided to just rest for a few minutes.
There was an ominous sound somewhere behind her. It was a scraping sound. Shivers ran up her spine. Activating her cowl, she flipped through several of the filters on her cowl before realizing that none of them would allow her to see down the hall any better. Whatever was back there wasn't within range yet for her to see it.
She had the feeling that whatever the thing was, she didn't want to meet it. She didn't know what it was, so she didn't know what it was capable of. If it killed her in here, would she actually die? Would Batgirl and Barbara Gordon then cease to exist, leaving her body entirely to Alice to abuse how she pleased?
She couldn't allow that. She had to believe that whatever was at the end of this maze was the key to her freedom. It was her only hope. She would continue searching no matter how tired she became.
*****
Batman had arrived back at the Batcave and was busy at his supercomputer. There was nothing to match the computing power of his computer on the entire eastern seaboard. He was confident that with its help, he would be able to figure out what the Mad Hatter was up to and where he had gone.
His friend, Barbara Gordon, was in trouble. There was no doubt in his mind. He could clearly remember the night he had come to her rescue, saving her that Halloween night so long ago. It would be up to him to save her again.
"Is there anything I can get you, sir?"
It was Alfred. The man was the closest thing Bruce Wayne had to a family. He loved him like he was his father.
"I'm fine, Alfred. Thank you."
"Don't worry, sir. You will find her, and you will discover that she is perfectly fine. She is a resourceful young woman."
"Yes, she is. All the same, I won't be able to rest easy until she is safe. I owe it to her father to bring her home."
Batman would sit in front of the computer for much of the night without success.
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
Batgirl was exhausted. She had never been so tired in her entire life. The maze and the creepy noise in the distance had kept her moving all night. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to keep going before she would collapse and just have to let whatever was following her catch her.
She had also been up since 6:00 the previous morning. Barbara Gordon had needed to go to work at the Library and put in a full 9 hours there before she was able to return home and put on her bat cowl. All the stress she had endured the previous night at the hands of Tetch was taking its toll as well.
She slumped against the wall again and only closed her eyes for a second.
There was the now familiar creak/squeak somewhere behind her.
She glanced in the direction she had come from. All the could see was the end of the corridor where it met with the previous one she had been in. Terror stole through her once again. She had never known anything like this before. She was being stalked by something. Sooner or later, she would have no choice but to confront it. She dreaded the moment that would happen.
Batgirl began moving again. Her progress was slow, but she was at least moving. She turned down yet another corridor and then another.
Something felt different about this new stretch of corridor. There was something against the far wall she hadn't encountered yet. It was shiny.
As she took a hesitant step towards it, the maze disappeared around her. She found herself back in the starting place. She was back in her little jail cell where she had only been able to watch and endure the debauchery being done to her body. Alice had woken up.
*****
"Good morning, Alice," said the Mad Hatter as he donned his hat. He had an erection again, and so Alice pulled him back into bed with her.
Alice's body was warm against his. He loved the way her soft tits moved inside the body stocking. The thing was like dark liquid on her skin, and it molded to her every contour. Once the dildo had been removed that she had held inside her cunt the entire night, he was able to slide his cock into her easily enough. The dildo had made sure she would stay slightly moist for him. He liked the idea of having her wear it, or something similar, when she couldn't be enjoying the real thing.
Her mouth on his felt good too. She had such soft lips, and her tongue was so strong. He liked the way her saliva tasted in his mouth. Amazingly, her breath was fresh, no hint of morning breath whatsoever.
It was his turn to be on top this time. He didn't have to tell her to wrap her legs around his torso. She did it on her own. It allowed him to get a newer, better, angle into her. The position felt like he was able to go deeper, and it made the walls of her cunt feel tighter around him.
Putting his hands on her chest and using her breasts to prop himself up, he began to fuck her shallowly, only going into her about halfway. He wasn't able to kiss her like this, but he liked the way her breasts bulged through the material and between his splayed fingers. She kept her legs up and around him with her ankles crossed. She had her eyes closed and was moaning softly.
Without warning, he thrust all the way into her. The sudden deep penetration caused her to gasp, the air having been driven out of her in surprise. He fucked her deeply for a few strokes and then went back to the shallow fucking. He wanted to tease her, to prolong the experience for them both. He knew it was working when she began thrusting her hips against his and trying to pull him closer, and deeper, with her legs which were still wrapped around him, but he was able to resist. She whimpered slightly, looking at him pleadingly. He knew she wanted him bad.
Again, he thrust deep into her. This time, he stayed deep, curling his hands under her to grip her ass. He continued fucking her, and with each inward thrust, he would squeeze her buttocks, pulling her body hard against his. He could feel her heating up with her lust, and then, about a split second before him, she came, holding him tight against herself with both her arms and her legs, moaning loudly in his ear and kissing his neck. When he came, it was because of her reaction to cumming, and he thrust all the way in and held it there, wanting his seed to penetrate as deeply into her as possible.
The two lovers gripped each other tightly in the throes of ecstasy, not wanting to let the other go. When the moment did eventually pass and their heartbeats returned to a more normal resting rate, he rolled off of her and lay beside her, panting. She slid the dildo she had worn inside herself all night into herself and zipped her crotch back up, and then she took his softening cock in her mouth to clean her juices and his off of him. The tip of his cock was still leaking his cum in small drops. As she cleaned the last of it off, she kissed its head a few times before lying down again next to him.
*****
It had been a frustrating night for Batman. All he knew for sure when he finally laid down on the cot in the Batcave was that his friend was in trouble. He had confirmed that the samples he had collected belonged to both Barbara and the Mad Hatter, though much of it disturbingly belonged to her.
Batman knew how she felt about the Mad Hatter. Wouldn't have been a good friend if he didn't. She would never willingly have sexual intercourse with the guy. She was secretly afraid of him and openly hated him for what he had tried to do to her and for what he represented. She couldn't possibly have enjoyed being raped as much as her excretions suggested she must have. That meant that she must have somehow been under the Mad Hatter's influence.
He was able to trace the sequence of events well enough. He knew Batgirl had been out doing her own surveillance, making sure the authorities had made the right choice by setting him free. She must have decided she needed to take a closer look. The cut glass suggested this. She would then have slunk along the wall to the back room where the party was going on.
He had found a pair of thin thermal blankets lying on either side of the door going into the dining room. The Mad Hatter must have known that she would be able to see in more than just the visible light spectrum and had a couple of goons hide their heat signatures by wrapping themselves in the blankets. She wouldn't have even known they were there and then walked right into the room.
What happened then though? Batgirl was an excellent fighter. Even with the 8 large men that had been found in the dining room, the Mad Hatter would not have had an easy time of disabling her to the point that he would be able to remove her mask. Perhaps the needle he had noticed lying near the blankets had contained a sedative. With the right dose, even he would have been helpless.
What happened next was a complete mystery. There was nothing to help him piece the rest of the evening together. At some point, the Mad Hatter would have managed to get Batgirl completely out of her Batgirl uniform and possibly into a dress of some kind so she could play the part of Alice at his tea party. They had then evidently gone upstairs where he had raped her. They then left. But where did they go?
Batman had tried searching for any property in any way connected to Alice in Wonderland and/or registered to Jervis Tetch. The only things that came up were the amusement park, the house they all already knew about, and Arkham Asylum where the Mad Hatter had been housed until recently. He had nothing to go on with any of those.
Next, he had taken a look at the Mad Hatter's tea. There was nothing remarkable about the tea itself nor its method of preparation. There were a few additives that were unusual though. Batman managed to extract them from a sample of the tea and then did an analysis of them. As it turned out, they were mostly a dead end as well. Though the compounds were unusual, they were easily synthesized from ordinary household items. For a moment he entertained the idea that he could try tracking the purchases of these items in the city, but they were so common that it would be possible to establish any kind of pattern.
The last idea he had was to look at the goons. Not one of them had known how they had arrived at the house, so they very likely had no recollection of who Jervis Tetch was. That was good. They would have had to cross paths with him somewhere, and wherever that location happened to be, his new hideout was likely nearby. As it turned out, they all came from the same area of town in a five block area. It would be easy enough for him to search.
The night was nearly over. He would have to check out his discovery later that night. Bruce Wayne had a very important meeting he could not miss, and he would need to get some sleep if he wanted to stay awake during the meeting. It would keep him occupied for much of the day, but then he could get back to rescuing Batgirl from the evil clutches of the Mad Hatter.
*****
Alice was kneeling at the Hatter's feet as he read to her, his erection nestled safely inside her mouth.
The two of them had gotten up and ready for the day about twenty minutes or so after they had sex. She had gone to the bathroom where she relieved her full bladder, and then she had given herself a sponge bath followed by several douches and small enemas. She wanted to be completely clean for whatever the Mad Hatter had in mind for her. Whatever it was, it would be the perfect way to spend the day.
When she had exited the bathroom, completely naked, she found the outfit he wanted her to wear waiting on the unmade bed. It was exactly the outfit she would have chosen for herself. She would get dressed first, and then she would make the bed.
The outfit consisted of a sky blue off the shoulder dress with a white corset she would wear on top of the dress and petticoats. The skirt of the dress was just as short as the one she had worn last night, exactly the way she liked it. Instead of stockings, she would be wearing the black thigh high ballet boots she had packed in the suitcase the night before. They would be the perfect thing to complete this outfit. Besides, they were her new favorite footwear style.
By the time Alice went into the kitchen to join the Hatter for breakfast, he had the table set and a large breakfast made. There was even a kettle of tea waiting by her plate that she knew would be all for her. The Mad Hatter was dressed casually with the collar of his shirt open, a pair of checkered slacks on his legs, and two-toned wing tip shoes on his feet. His hat was in place on top of his head.
After breakfast, the Mad Hatter gave Alice a pair of clear latex panties with a pair of tubes in the crotch. One tube would go in her butt and the other in her vagina. The bottoms of the tubes were had been left uncovered which meant that when inserted, both her bottom and her vagina would be held wide open. Because the panties themselves were designed to make her look naked, it would appear that her two intimate little holes were staying open all on their own. She couldn't wait to get them on and try them out.
"Oh, Hatter, thank you! I love them!"
"No problem, my dear. Now why don't we retire to the living room for a reading of the good book."
"That is a wonderful idea."
Walking to the living room was a whole new adventure for her. Both tubes embedded inside her went deep within her, and they both shifted sexily with each step. Even more thrilling was how air seemed to find its way into both tubes to caress her innards in ways she had never experienced before. She wouldn't have had the words to describe it if she had been asked though the words "curiouser and curiouser" would probably have come to mind.
The "good book" was none other than Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland. There were small scribbles in almost all the margins on just about every page. Some were doodles while others were notes and thoughts.
Sitting in his favorite chair, the Hatter began reading from the beginning as Alice knelt before him, undoing his belt and then pulling the zipper down on his pants. Though he wasn't erect yet, she didn't mind, and she wrapped her soft lips around the head of his wondrous penis.
Alice was in no hurry to do anything else, and the Mad Hatter was content to let her pleasure him. Sucked on him gently, lovingly. She kissed the tip of his penis, and she licked along its entire length. She would have been content to spend the entire day in this way. By the time she finally made him climax, shooting his sperm straight down her throat, two hours had passed. She swallowed every drop expertly and left his penis grow limp in her mouth before she let it go.
A puddle of her own arousal juices had formed on the tile floor beneath her. The tube penetrating her vagina channeled it all out of her, and she lowered her face to the floor to lick it all up. It only took a minute to make the tile shine like new.
It was then time for the two to separate. The Mad Hatter needed to go to work, and she had chores she would need to complete. Before separating, he made another kettle of tea for her to enjoy and then watched her drink it all down as he took her breasts out of the dress and fondled one of them. He then kissed her goodbye and left the house.
She had also been up since 6:00 the previous morning. Barbara Gordon had needed to go to work at the Library and put in a full 9 hours there before she was able to return home and put on her bat cowl. All the stress she had endured the previous night at the hands of Tetch was taking its toll as well.
She slumped against the wall again and only closed her eyes for a second.
There was the now familiar creak/squeak somewhere behind her.
She glanced in the direction she had come from. All the could see was the end of the corridor where it met with the previous one she had been in. Terror stole through her once again. She had never known anything like this before. She was being stalked by something. Sooner or later, she would have no choice but to confront it. She dreaded the moment that would happen.
Batgirl began moving again. Her progress was slow, but she was at least moving. She turned down yet another corridor and then another.
Something felt different about this new stretch of corridor. There was something against the far wall she hadn't encountered yet. It was shiny.
As she took a hesitant step towards it, the maze disappeared around her. She found herself back in the starting place. She was back in her little jail cell where she had only been able to watch and endure the debauchery being done to her body. Alice had woken up.
*****
"Good morning, Alice," said the Mad Hatter as he donned his hat. He had an erection again, and so Alice pulled him back into bed with her.
Alice's body was warm against his. He loved the way her soft tits moved inside the body stocking. The thing was like dark liquid on her skin, and it molded to her every contour. Once the dildo had been removed that she had held inside her cunt the entire night, he was able to slide his cock into her easily enough. The dildo had made sure she would stay slightly moist for him. He liked the idea of having her wear it, or something similar, when she couldn't be enjoying the real thing.
Her mouth on his felt good too. She had such soft lips, and her tongue was so strong. He liked the way her saliva tasted in his mouth. Amazingly, her breath was fresh, no hint of morning breath whatsoever.
It was his turn to be on top this time. He didn't have to tell her to wrap her legs around his torso. She did it on her own. It allowed him to get a newer, better, angle into her. The position felt like he was able to go deeper, and it made the walls of her cunt feel tighter around him.
Putting his hands on her chest and using her breasts to prop himself up, he began to fuck her shallowly, only going into her about halfway. He wasn't able to kiss her like this, but he liked the way her breasts bulged through the material and between his splayed fingers. She kept her legs up and around him with her ankles crossed. She had her eyes closed and was moaning softly.
Without warning, he thrust all the way into her. The sudden deep penetration caused her to gasp, the air having been driven out of her in surprise. He fucked her deeply for a few strokes and then went back to the shallow fucking. He wanted to tease her, to prolong the experience for them both. He knew it was working when she began thrusting her hips against his and trying to pull him closer, and deeper, with her legs which were still wrapped around him, but he was able to resist. She whimpered slightly, looking at him pleadingly. He knew she wanted him bad.
Again, he thrust deep into her. This time, he stayed deep, curling his hands under her to grip her ass. He continued fucking her, and with each inward thrust, he would squeeze her buttocks, pulling her body hard against his. He could feel her heating up with her lust, and then, about a split second before him, she came, holding him tight against herself with both her arms and her legs, moaning loudly in his ear and kissing his neck. When he came, it was because of her reaction to cumming, and he thrust all the way in and held it there, wanting his seed to penetrate as deeply into her as possible.
The two lovers gripped each other tightly in the throes of ecstasy, not wanting to let the other go. When the moment did eventually pass and their heartbeats returned to a more normal resting rate, he rolled off of her and lay beside her, panting. She slid the dildo she had worn inside herself all night into herself and zipped her crotch back up, and then she took his softening cock in her mouth to clean her juices and his off of him. The tip of his cock was still leaking his cum in small drops. As she cleaned the last of it off, she kissed its head a few times before lying down again next to him.
*****
It had been a frustrating night for Batman. All he knew for sure when he finally laid down on the cot in the Batcave was that his friend was in trouble. He had confirmed that the samples he had collected belonged to both Barbara and the Mad Hatter, though much of it disturbingly belonged to her.
Batman knew how she felt about the Mad Hatter. Wouldn't have been a good friend if he didn't. She would never willingly have sexual intercourse with the guy. She was secretly afraid of him and openly hated him for what he had tried to do to her and for what he represented. She couldn't possibly have enjoyed being raped as much as her excretions suggested she must have. That meant that she must have somehow been under the Mad Hatter's influence.
He was able to trace the sequence of events well enough. He knew Batgirl had been out doing her own surveillance, making sure the authorities had made the right choice by setting him free. She must have decided she needed to take a closer look. The cut glass suggested this. She would then have slunk along the wall to the back room where the party was going on.
He had found a pair of thin thermal blankets lying on either side of the door going into the dining room. The Mad Hatter must have known that she would be able to see in more than just the visible light spectrum and had a couple of goons hide their heat signatures by wrapping themselves in the blankets. She wouldn't have even known they were there and then walked right into the room.
What happened then though? Batgirl was an excellent fighter. Even with the 8 large men that had been found in the dining room, the Mad Hatter would not have had an easy time of disabling her to the point that he would be able to remove her mask. Perhaps the needle he had noticed lying near the blankets had contained a sedative. With the right dose, even he would have been helpless.
What happened next was a complete mystery. There was nothing to help him piece the rest of the evening together. At some point, the Mad Hatter would have managed to get Batgirl completely out of her Batgirl uniform and possibly into a dress of some kind so she could play the part of Alice at his tea party. They had then evidently gone upstairs where he had raped her. They then left. But where did they go?
Batman had tried searching for any property in any way connected to Alice in Wonderland and/or registered to Jervis Tetch. The only things that came up were the amusement park, the house they all already knew about, and Arkham Asylum where the Mad Hatter had been housed until recently. He had nothing to go on with any of those.
Next, he had taken a look at the Mad Hatter's tea. There was nothing remarkable about the tea itself nor its method of preparation. There were a few additives that were unusual though. Batman managed to extract them from a sample of the tea and then did an analysis of them. As it turned out, they were mostly a dead end as well. Though the compounds were unusual, they were easily synthesized from ordinary household items. For a moment he entertained the idea that he could try tracking the purchases of these items in the city, but they were so common that it would be possible to establish any kind of pattern.
The last idea he had was to look at the goons. Not one of them had known how they had arrived at the house, so they very likely had no recollection of who Jervis Tetch was. That was good. They would have had to cross paths with him somewhere, and wherever that location happened to be, his new hideout was likely nearby. As it turned out, they all came from the same area of town in a five block area. It would be easy enough for him to search.
The night was nearly over. He would have to check out his discovery later that night. Bruce Wayne had a very important meeting he could not miss, and he would need to get some sleep if he wanted to stay awake during the meeting. It would keep him occupied for much of the day, but then he could get back to rescuing Batgirl from the evil clutches of the Mad Hatter.
*****
Alice was kneeling at the Hatter's feet as he read to her, his erection nestled safely inside her mouth.
The two of them had gotten up and ready for the day about twenty minutes or so after they had sex. She had gone to the bathroom where she relieved her full bladder, and then she had given herself a sponge bath followed by several douches and small enemas. She wanted to be completely clean for whatever the Mad Hatter had in mind for her. Whatever it was, it would be the perfect way to spend the day.
When she had exited the bathroom, completely naked, she found the outfit he wanted her to wear waiting on the unmade bed. It was exactly the outfit she would have chosen for herself. She would get dressed first, and then she would make the bed.
The outfit consisted of a sky blue off the shoulder dress with a white corset she would wear on top of the dress and petticoats. The skirt of the dress was just as short as the one she had worn last night, exactly the way she liked it. Instead of stockings, she would be wearing the black thigh high ballet boots she had packed in the suitcase the night before. They would be the perfect thing to complete this outfit. Besides, they were her new favorite footwear style.
By the time Alice went into the kitchen to join the Hatter for breakfast, he had the table set and a large breakfast made. There was even a kettle of tea waiting by her plate that she knew would be all for her. The Mad Hatter was dressed casually with the collar of his shirt open, a pair of checkered slacks on his legs, and two-toned wing tip shoes on his feet. His hat was in place on top of his head.
After breakfast, the Mad Hatter gave Alice a pair of clear latex panties with a pair of tubes in the crotch. One tube would go in her butt and the other in her vagina. The bottoms of the tubes were had been left uncovered which meant that when inserted, both her bottom and her vagina would be held wide open. Because the panties themselves were designed to make her look naked, it would appear that her two intimate little holes were staying open all on their own. She couldn't wait to get them on and try them out.
"Oh, Hatter, thank you! I love them!"
"No problem, my dear. Now why don't we retire to the living room for a reading of the good book."
"That is a wonderful idea."
Walking to the living room was a whole new adventure for her. Both tubes embedded inside her went deep within her, and they both shifted sexily with each step. Even more thrilling was how air seemed to find its way into both tubes to caress her innards in ways she had never experienced before. She wouldn't have had the words to describe it if she had been asked though the words "curiouser and curiouser" would probably have come to mind.
The "good book" was none other than Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland. There were small scribbles in almost all the margins on just about every page. Some were doodles while others were notes and thoughts.
Sitting in his favorite chair, the Hatter began reading from the beginning as Alice knelt before him, undoing his belt and then pulling the zipper down on his pants. Though he wasn't erect yet, she didn't mind, and she wrapped her soft lips around the head of his wondrous penis.
Alice was in no hurry to do anything else, and the Mad Hatter was content to let her pleasure him. Sucked on him gently, lovingly. She kissed the tip of his penis, and she licked along its entire length. She would have been content to spend the entire day in this way. By the time she finally made him climax, shooting his sperm straight down her throat, two hours had passed. She swallowed every drop expertly and left his penis grow limp in her mouth before she let it go.
A puddle of her own arousal juices had formed on the tile floor beneath her. The tube penetrating her vagina channeled it all out of her, and she lowered her face to the floor to lick it all up. It only took a minute to make the tile shine like new.
It was then time for the two to separate. The Mad Hatter needed to go to work, and she had chores she would need to complete. Before separating, he made another kettle of tea for her to enjoy and then watched her drink it all down as he took her breasts out of the dress and fondled one of them. He then kissed her goodbye and left the house.
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
The Mad Hatter had some things he needed to take care of. He wanted to be able to provide for all of Alice's needs, and he do that, he had to work. As he left the house, he activated what most people would have believed was a normal home security system. In actuality, it was a transmitter similar to the one in his hat and in the bust he had placed his hat on overnight.
In order for the transmitter to work properly, he had to be in close proximity to the receiver. Because he had knew he would have to leave Alice alone for hours at a time during the day, he had installed the house transmitter. It had been programmed to keep Alice busy doing simple tasks.
He needed money. So, he drove around the downtown area for a little while until he found what he was looking for. He found it outside a supermarket: an armored car. He wasn't unduly concerned about his own safety because he knew he looked like a quiet and unassuming man. No one would consider him a threat. That didn't mean he wouldn't need to be careful though.
Approaching the parked armored car, he made sure to hold his hands away from his signs so the man standing guard outside the back door would see he was unarmed. The man say him coming and mentally prepared himself for whatever this situation might demand.
"Hello, sir. I was wondering if I might have a quick moment of your time. It will only take a minute."
"I'm a little busy at the moment. I would appreciate it if you just move along."
"Yes, I can see that you are busy. In fact, it is exactly that that brings me to you. I have money that needs to be moved and wish to contract your services."
The Mad Hatter handed the man a small, blank business card. Woven into the card was a small receiver. All the man had to do was hold it in his hand and he would be under the Mad Hatter's control. Not seeing the harm the action would result in, he accepted the card and felt his mind go immediately blank.
"Very good sir, everything seems to be in order. Ah, and here comes my partner. Stand aside while we secure the package."
The Mad Hatter obliged the request by stepping to the side. The man approaching them had a pair of heavy sacks in his hands. The guard with which he had been conversing swung the back door open so his partner could place the sacks in the back.
"And who's this, Lloyd?"
"This, Arty, is Mr Coates. He has a business proposition for us. Why don't you give him your card, Mr Coates."
"Why, yes, a good idea Lloyd, thank you." He handed Arty a card identical to the one Lloyd had placed in his pocket.
Once the two men were in his employ, he had them empty the contents of their vehicle into the trunk of his car. The two were very quick and efficient at their work, and he was soon on his way, leaving the two men to their own devices. They would wake up after a few minutes with no recollection of what they had done and continue on their way. They wouldn't know anything was wrong until they arrived at their next stop and saw that the back of their truck was completely empty.
It was now time to get the money into his bank accounts. He knew a little about bank security and policies. If he were to deposit all of the money into a single account all at once, people would get very suspicious. The key was to have several different accounts in different names at several different banks throughout the city. He could deposit some of his new money into some of the accounts himself, but he would need to "hire" a few couriers off the street to go into their banks and then wire the new money they have deposited into their accounts into his account at a different bank. Over the next few days, he could then consolidate his money into just a few of his accounts. A few eyebrows might be raised, but if he kept the money coming in consistently, the bank officials would just this was all part of his normal activity.
It would take the rest of the day to unload a third of his cash. Tomorrow, he would work on unloading another third or so, and then the day after that, he would unload the rest of it. He wouldn't need to get more until next week at the earliest to keep his cash flow coming.
*****
After the Mad Hatter left her alone, Alice set to work. There was a lot that needed to be done before he returned later that evening. She began by closing the tubes embedded in her panties. The last thing she needed was making additional messes all over the house as she cleaned. It would mean that she would never be finished. She started with the kitchen.
The kitchen wasn't necessarily dirty, but it wasn't completely clean either. She started with the dishes he had used to fix their breakfast that morning. When that was done, she cleaned the stove and the countertops. The front of the stainless steel refrigerator wasn't quite shiny enough, so she polished it. She finished by first sweeping and then mopping the tile floor.
From there, Alice went on to the dining room, and then the living room. She dusted the furniture, wiped down any glass surfaces, vacuumed the rug, and washed the floor. Alice then moved on to the bathrooms. There were two full bathrooms and one half bath. She scrubbed and cleaned until every surface was clean enough to eat off of.
All of this cleaning took several hours, and by the time she was done, it was time to get started on dinner. It would require at least another hour before it was ready. Part of that time would be spent with the food in the oven, so she would have time to clean any mess she made in preparation to putting the food in the oven. That meant that much of the dinner mess would be already cleaned by the time they ate. She would then just need to clean the oven and the dishes when dinner was over.
When the table was all set, she reflected on everything she had managed to accomplish that day. She was becoming quite the homemaker, and it was only her first day doing it. Imagine what she would be able to accomplish with a little practice.
The Mad Hatter arrived home just as she lit the two candle sticks she had placed on the dining room table. He took one look around and saw that Alice had done an excellent job with the housework.
"Well, thank you, sir. I've been busy all day. I hope you are hungry."
Why, yes, I am. I hope you are thirsty. Would you like me to make some of my special tea for you?"
"Oh, yes, please! It's been hours since I last had some. I've been looking forward to having more since you left."
"Then, why don't you go sit down, and I will get some ready for you."
This was the first time since the Mad Hatter had left earlier that day that she had been off her feet. Batgirl's relief was almost obvious in Alice's features. He was only gone a few minutes while he put the ingredients in a kettle and put the kettle on the stove to heat up.
As they ate, Alice couldn't help smiling at the Hatter and running her pointed toes and booted feet along his legs. With him sitting there before her, she was all too conscious of how long it had been since they last made love. She was hungry and thirsty for food and tea, but she was also hungry to feel him moving inside her again. She only hoped that he wanted it as bad as she did.
After dinner, Alice cleaned the mess leftover from dinner while the Mad Hatter read the paper. She didn't stop cleaning until everything was spotless, washing each of the dishes by hand and them drying them before putting them away.
When she was done cleaning, Alice went to the their bathroom. It was time to remove the tubes and relieve and clean herself. Before pulling the latex panties down her legs, she first stripped out of everything else she was wearing. After she had used the toilet, she gave herself a couple of enemas and douches. She then was ready to get dressed for bed.
She went to her closet and selected a purple lace teddy. It had a lace thong bikini she could wear, and that gave her an idea. Going to the drawer of toys, she selected a vibrating dildo and inserted it inside herself and then she used the thong to hold it in. She completed the look with a pair of black stockings and strappy ballet heels.
Alice entered the living room, walking sultrily to where the Mad Hatter was sitting. He looked up from the paper and a smiled stretched across his face. She sat in his lap, facing him, rubbing her crotch against his and kissing him on the lips. He could feel the vibrator vibrating on its lowest setting.
"Mmm, you want to retire to the bedroom?"
"Alice, I would love to," he replied.
She climbed off of him and took his hand, leading him along. She glanced back at him and smiled seductively several times.
Alice climbed on the bed, lying down on her stomach, while the Mad Hatter got undressed. Naturally, he kept his hat on. When he joined her on the bed, he put a couple of the pillows under her to lift her bottom in the air. She obviously wanted it in her butt again tonight if her vagina was already occupied. Sliding the thong to the side, he saw that her butthole was already lubricated and ready to go.
As the Mad Hatter slid his erection into her warm bottom, she reached one hand into her panties and turned the vibrator up a notch. This was going to be wonderful. It was what she lived for now.
The Mad Hatter began moving in and out of her in long, slow strokes. She turned her head to the side and laid it down on her crossed. She closed her eyes, wanting to devote all her senses to what was being done with her body.
"Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmmm. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm. That feels soooo nice." Alice was moaning with each stroke of his penis in and out of her. She felt like she was on cloud 9, just floating along, completely relaxed and at ease. Sex was definitely the best thing in the world. If it was all she did for the rest of her life, she would consider her life fulfilled.
A slow orgasm was building within her. She began moving her hips with him. As he pushed in, she pushed her bum against him. The pressure of his penis inside her forced the dildo to shift aside to make room, causing it to vibrate in different places inside her. Then, as he pulled out, she drew her butt away from him, pressing her crotch into the pillow beneath her. This caused the dildo to shift in another way with the vibrating finger outside her vagina pressing into her little clitoris. He was still moving in and out of her as her pleasure crested and her orgasm spread throughout he body. She moaned more loudly, and her entire body vibrated for a moment beneath him.
As her orgasm subsided, he still had not finished. It was time for her to take a more active role in his and her pleasure. Pushing up from the bed, she instructed him to lie down on his back on the floor. She then removed her underwear and straddled him, lowering her bottom onto his penis again. She balanced herself on the tips of her toes. As she then lifted herself up off him, she allowed the vibrator to slide out of her vagina, the base propped on his stomach. She wanted both the vibrator and his penis moving in both her vagina and her butthole at the same time. He propped his arms on the floor in such a way that she could hold his hands and use them for balance as she bounced herself up and down on top of him.
Almost immediately, the feeling of being double penetrated like that was too much for her to hold back another orgasm. This one was fast in building up and subsiding, and she kept moving up and down on him throughout. This position was much better for both of them than the previous one had been. She achieved a third orgasm in that position before he finally had his.
Having finally finished, she switched the vibrator off and waited with him fully inside her until he softened. She didn't want to lose a drop of his sperm that he had deposited in her bum. She considered it a gift to her. Fortunately, they happened to be lying near the toy drawer, so she reached into it and retrieved a plug that she could use to keep his seed inside her. When she lifted off of him, she squeezed her buttocks together to milk every last drop out of him, and the she slid the plug into her bottom.
"Thank you so much, my love. I really needed that." Alice knelt down between his legs and cleaned his limp penis with her tongue. Because she had given herself a good cleaning beforehand, it was mostly the lubricant that she was cleaning off.
They climbed into bed together. Alice put the underwear back on to hold the vibrator in her vagina overnight. The Hatter placed his hat on the bust beside her, and her eyes closed, instantly asleep.
*****
Batgirl was having trouble getting her mind to function. When Alice woke up that morning, Batgirl had not actually slept in over 24 hours. Her feet and legs already hurt from having run around a giant maze all night. She could only groan in dismay as Alice had sex with Tetch again, once again allowing him to ejaculate inside her vagina. She then gagged on the taste of cleaning him off.
Then Alice had walked around for much of the day in the hated ballet boots. Her toes were already killing her from the night before. She didn't want to have to endure an entire day of this, but she knew she had no choice. She was too tired to even try and fight what her body was being forced to do, so she just slumped against one of the cell walls and sobbed.
Batgirl tried to rest. She wanted more than anything to just close her eyes for even just an hour. She knew that would allow her to mentally be on top of things a little more. Being as tired as she was already, she was having difficulty doing much of anything.
She couldn't fall asleep though. As long as Alice's eyes were open, Batgirl would be awake. It didn't matter how or what she tried, she couldn't get to sleep. Through the entire day, she was forced to endure as Alice walked around and stood on her toes in the ballet boots, as she gave him a long blowjob, and finally as Alice have him anal sex again while being vibrated to orgasm a few times. She could only hope that when Alice went to sleep, she would be allowed to sleep as well.
As Alice's eyes closed, the walls in Batgirl's cell became solid once again. The door opened of its own accord this time, and she could see that the maze walls were different this time. Instead of being made of solid, plain, unchanging concrete, they were bookshelves full of books. She was in something like her library now.
Briefly, she entertained the idea of running through this new maze to find the finish, but as she got to her feet, she realized that she lacked the will to even try. She knew that whatever had stalked her through the maze the night before would certainly find her. She didn't care. She would confront whatever it was. It was her only choice.
It didn't take long for the thing to find her. It started out with just the sounds of its approach. She heard it far off. Though her body screamed at her to move, she had no will to do so. Fighting off the fear, she remained put as the thing drew nearer and nearer.
Finally, whatever it was, it was right outside the door. Then it slowly rolled into her prison cell.
"AAAAAH! NO! No, not that!"
It was her wheelchair. Only it wasn't her wheelchair as she remembered it. It was a nightmarish version of it. None of its proportions had actually changed. Things had just been added to it. There were spikes and leather straps all over it.
She backed away from the wheelchair, scooting herself into a corner, screaming all the while. The wheelchair moved of its own accord, trapping her against the wall. She had no escape.
In the blink of an eye, she was sitting in the chair again. She wasn't even sure how she got there. One second, she was cowering in the corner and the next, she was in the chair. The spikes in the seat of the chair pierced her buttocks and the undersides of her legs. Separate straps went around her thighs, and nails embedded in the straps ensured that they remained in place on her legs. Straps also encircled her calves and ankles. Her arms were pressed into the armrests which were also lined with spikes. Straps were wrapped around her forearms and biceps. She was in agony.
The spikes turned out to not be the worst part though. A pair of dildos broke through the bottom of her Batgirl uniform and penetrated into her vagina and butthole. The wheels then began to turn of their own volition, and as they turned, the dildos pumped in and out of her alternately. While one was moving into her, the other was moving out. The speed that the pumped her was dependent on how fast the wheels turned, and she couldn't do a thing to control it.
"Batgirl, I tried to tell you that crime fighting was not for you. You should have left that to the professionals. Why didn't you listen?"
It was Batman and Robin. They had come to save her! Why were they not helping her?
"You know, Batman, we could use her. I mean, just look at her! She's so damned hot and sexy. Maybe she can distract the bad guys while we do the real work."
"You're right, Robin, we could use her."
In one fluid motion that should not have been possible, Batman and Robin ripped off the pants of their suits, revealing their giant erections. Robin held a ring gag that he fitted into Batgirl's screaming mouth. Batman then climbed into her lap, pressing her harder into the spikes piercing her flesh. He then drove his penis into her mouth, forcing her to give him a blowjob. The wheelchair began to move then too, racing through the maze, taking turns at random. The dildos were a blur, pistoning in and out of her abused vagina and rectum. When Batman ejaculated in her mouth, both dildos raping her also ejaculated into her at the same time.
The wheelchair stopped and Batman climbed off of her. It was now Robin's turn. He climbed into her lap, taking the space Batman had just vacated. She knew fresh pain as the spikes in her arms and legs dug into her anew. As Robin now raped her mouth, the dildos continued to rape her vagina and butthole as the wheelchair began moving again. When Robin was done, Batman climbed into her lap again.
This went on for hours and hours all through the night. As Alice slept, dreaming of sex with her lover, Batgirl raced through the maze from one end to the other, never finding the end, all the while being raped by either Batman or Robin and her wheelchair. There was no escaping it. She could only wait for Alice to wake up again and hope that would bring an end to her suffering.
In order for the transmitter to work properly, he had to be in close proximity to the receiver. Because he had knew he would have to leave Alice alone for hours at a time during the day, he had installed the house transmitter. It had been programmed to keep Alice busy doing simple tasks.
He needed money. So, he drove around the downtown area for a little while until he found what he was looking for. He found it outside a supermarket: an armored car. He wasn't unduly concerned about his own safety because he knew he looked like a quiet and unassuming man. No one would consider him a threat. That didn't mean he wouldn't need to be careful though.
Approaching the parked armored car, he made sure to hold his hands away from his signs so the man standing guard outside the back door would see he was unarmed. The man say him coming and mentally prepared himself for whatever this situation might demand.
"Hello, sir. I was wondering if I might have a quick moment of your time. It will only take a minute."
"I'm a little busy at the moment. I would appreciate it if you just move along."
"Yes, I can see that you are busy. In fact, it is exactly that that brings me to you. I have money that needs to be moved and wish to contract your services."
The Mad Hatter handed the man a small, blank business card. Woven into the card was a small receiver. All the man had to do was hold it in his hand and he would be under the Mad Hatter's control. Not seeing the harm the action would result in, he accepted the card and felt his mind go immediately blank.
"Very good sir, everything seems to be in order. Ah, and here comes my partner. Stand aside while we secure the package."
The Mad Hatter obliged the request by stepping to the side. The man approaching them had a pair of heavy sacks in his hands. The guard with which he had been conversing swung the back door open so his partner could place the sacks in the back.
"And who's this, Lloyd?"
"This, Arty, is Mr Coates. He has a business proposition for us. Why don't you give him your card, Mr Coates."
"Why, yes, a good idea Lloyd, thank you." He handed Arty a card identical to the one Lloyd had placed in his pocket.
Once the two men were in his employ, he had them empty the contents of their vehicle into the trunk of his car. The two were very quick and efficient at their work, and he was soon on his way, leaving the two men to their own devices. They would wake up after a few minutes with no recollection of what they had done and continue on their way. They wouldn't know anything was wrong until they arrived at their next stop and saw that the back of their truck was completely empty.
It was now time to get the money into his bank accounts. He knew a little about bank security and policies. If he were to deposit all of the money into a single account all at once, people would get very suspicious. The key was to have several different accounts in different names at several different banks throughout the city. He could deposit some of his new money into some of the accounts himself, but he would need to "hire" a few couriers off the street to go into their banks and then wire the new money they have deposited into their accounts into his account at a different bank. Over the next few days, he could then consolidate his money into just a few of his accounts. A few eyebrows might be raised, but if he kept the money coming in consistently, the bank officials would just this was all part of his normal activity.
It would take the rest of the day to unload a third of his cash. Tomorrow, he would work on unloading another third or so, and then the day after that, he would unload the rest of it. He wouldn't need to get more until next week at the earliest to keep his cash flow coming.
*****
After the Mad Hatter left her alone, Alice set to work. There was a lot that needed to be done before he returned later that evening. She began by closing the tubes embedded in her panties. The last thing she needed was making additional messes all over the house as she cleaned. It would mean that she would never be finished. She started with the kitchen.
The kitchen wasn't necessarily dirty, but it wasn't completely clean either. She started with the dishes he had used to fix their breakfast that morning. When that was done, she cleaned the stove and the countertops. The front of the stainless steel refrigerator wasn't quite shiny enough, so she polished it. She finished by first sweeping and then mopping the tile floor.
From there, Alice went on to the dining room, and then the living room. She dusted the furniture, wiped down any glass surfaces, vacuumed the rug, and washed the floor. Alice then moved on to the bathrooms. There were two full bathrooms and one half bath. She scrubbed and cleaned until every surface was clean enough to eat off of.
All of this cleaning took several hours, and by the time she was done, it was time to get started on dinner. It would require at least another hour before it was ready. Part of that time would be spent with the food in the oven, so she would have time to clean any mess she made in preparation to putting the food in the oven. That meant that much of the dinner mess would be already cleaned by the time they ate. She would then just need to clean the oven and the dishes when dinner was over.
When the table was all set, she reflected on everything she had managed to accomplish that day. She was becoming quite the homemaker, and it was only her first day doing it. Imagine what she would be able to accomplish with a little practice.
The Mad Hatter arrived home just as she lit the two candle sticks she had placed on the dining room table. He took one look around and saw that Alice had done an excellent job with the housework.
"Well, thank you, sir. I've been busy all day. I hope you are hungry."
Why, yes, I am. I hope you are thirsty. Would you like me to make some of my special tea for you?"
"Oh, yes, please! It's been hours since I last had some. I've been looking forward to having more since you left."
"Then, why don't you go sit down, and I will get some ready for you."
This was the first time since the Mad Hatter had left earlier that day that she had been off her feet. Batgirl's relief was almost obvious in Alice's features. He was only gone a few minutes while he put the ingredients in a kettle and put the kettle on the stove to heat up.
As they ate, Alice couldn't help smiling at the Hatter and running her pointed toes and booted feet along his legs. With him sitting there before her, she was all too conscious of how long it had been since they last made love. She was hungry and thirsty for food and tea, but she was also hungry to feel him moving inside her again. She only hoped that he wanted it as bad as she did.
After dinner, Alice cleaned the mess leftover from dinner while the Mad Hatter read the paper. She didn't stop cleaning until everything was spotless, washing each of the dishes by hand and them drying them before putting them away.
When she was done cleaning, Alice went to the their bathroom. It was time to remove the tubes and relieve and clean herself. Before pulling the latex panties down her legs, she first stripped out of everything else she was wearing. After she had used the toilet, she gave herself a couple of enemas and douches. She then was ready to get dressed for bed.
She went to her closet and selected a purple lace teddy. It had a lace thong bikini she could wear, and that gave her an idea. Going to the drawer of toys, she selected a vibrating dildo and inserted it inside herself and then she used the thong to hold it in. She completed the look with a pair of black stockings and strappy ballet heels.
Alice entered the living room, walking sultrily to where the Mad Hatter was sitting. He looked up from the paper and a smiled stretched across his face. She sat in his lap, facing him, rubbing her crotch against his and kissing him on the lips. He could feel the vibrator vibrating on its lowest setting.
"Mmm, you want to retire to the bedroom?"
"Alice, I would love to," he replied.
She climbed off of him and took his hand, leading him along. She glanced back at him and smiled seductively several times.
Alice climbed on the bed, lying down on her stomach, while the Mad Hatter got undressed. Naturally, he kept his hat on. When he joined her on the bed, he put a couple of the pillows under her to lift her bottom in the air. She obviously wanted it in her butt again tonight if her vagina was already occupied. Sliding the thong to the side, he saw that her butthole was already lubricated and ready to go.
As the Mad Hatter slid his erection into her warm bottom, she reached one hand into her panties and turned the vibrator up a notch. This was going to be wonderful. It was what she lived for now.
The Mad Hatter began moving in and out of her in long, slow strokes. She turned her head to the side and laid it down on her crossed. She closed her eyes, wanting to devote all her senses to what was being done with her body.
"Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmmm. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm. That feels soooo nice." Alice was moaning with each stroke of his penis in and out of her. She felt like she was on cloud 9, just floating along, completely relaxed and at ease. Sex was definitely the best thing in the world. If it was all she did for the rest of her life, she would consider her life fulfilled.
A slow orgasm was building within her. She began moving her hips with him. As he pushed in, she pushed her bum against him. The pressure of his penis inside her forced the dildo to shift aside to make room, causing it to vibrate in different places inside her. Then, as he pulled out, she drew her butt away from him, pressing her crotch into the pillow beneath her. This caused the dildo to shift in another way with the vibrating finger outside her vagina pressing into her little clitoris. He was still moving in and out of her as her pleasure crested and her orgasm spread throughout he body. She moaned more loudly, and her entire body vibrated for a moment beneath him.
As her orgasm subsided, he still had not finished. It was time for her to take a more active role in his and her pleasure. Pushing up from the bed, she instructed him to lie down on his back on the floor. She then removed her underwear and straddled him, lowering her bottom onto his penis again. She balanced herself on the tips of her toes. As she then lifted herself up off him, she allowed the vibrator to slide out of her vagina, the base propped on his stomach. She wanted both the vibrator and his penis moving in both her vagina and her butthole at the same time. He propped his arms on the floor in such a way that she could hold his hands and use them for balance as she bounced herself up and down on top of him.
Almost immediately, the feeling of being double penetrated like that was too much for her to hold back another orgasm. This one was fast in building up and subsiding, and she kept moving up and down on him throughout. This position was much better for both of them than the previous one had been. She achieved a third orgasm in that position before he finally had his.
Having finally finished, she switched the vibrator off and waited with him fully inside her until he softened. She didn't want to lose a drop of his sperm that he had deposited in her bum. She considered it a gift to her. Fortunately, they happened to be lying near the toy drawer, so she reached into it and retrieved a plug that she could use to keep his seed inside her. When she lifted off of him, she squeezed her buttocks together to milk every last drop out of him, and the she slid the plug into her bottom.
"Thank you so much, my love. I really needed that." Alice knelt down between his legs and cleaned his limp penis with her tongue. Because she had given herself a good cleaning beforehand, it was mostly the lubricant that she was cleaning off.
They climbed into bed together. Alice put the underwear back on to hold the vibrator in her vagina overnight. The Hatter placed his hat on the bust beside her, and her eyes closed, instantly asleep.
*****
Batgirl was having trouble getting her mind to function. When Alice woke up that morning, Batgirl had not actually slept in over 24 hours. Her feet and legs already hurt from having run around a giant maze all night. She could only groan in dismay as Alice had sex with Tetch again, once again allowing him to ejaculate inside her vagina. She then gagged on the taste of cleaning him off.
Then Alice had walked around for much of the day in the hated ballet boots. Her toes were already killing her from the night before. She didn't want to have to endure an entire day of this, but she knew she had no choice. She was too tired to even try and fight what her body was being forced to do, so she just slumped against one of the cell walls and sobbed.
Batgirl tried to rest. She wanted more than anything to just close her eyes for even just an hour. She knew that would allow her to mentally be on top of things a little more. Being as tired as she was already, she was having difficulty doing much of anything.
She couldn't fall asleep though. As long as Alice's eyes were open, Batgirl would be awake. It didn't matter how or what she tried, she couldn't get to sleep. Through the entire day, she was forced to endure as Alice walked around and stood on her toes in the ballet boots, as she gave him a long blowjob, and finally as Alice have him anal sex again while being vibrated to orgasm a few times. She could only hope that when Alice went to sleep, she would be allowed to sleep as well.
As Alice's eyes closed, the walls in Batgirl's cell became solid once again. The door opened of its own accord this time, and she could see that the maze walls were different this time. Instead of being made of solid, plain, unchanging concrete, they were bookshelves full of books. She was in something like her library now.
Briefly, she entertained the idea of running through this new maze to find the finish, but as she got to her feet, she realized that she lacked the will to even try. She knew that whatever had stalked her through the maze the night before would certainly find her. She didn't care. She would confront whatever it was. It was her only choice.
It didn't take long for the thing to find her. It started out with just the sounds of its approach. She heard it far off. Though her body screamed at her to move, she had no will to do so. Fighting off the fear, she remained put as the thing drew nearer and nearer.
Finally, whatever it was, it was right outside the door. Then it slowly rolled into her prison cell.
"AAAAAH! NO! No, not that!"
It was her wheelchair. Only it wasn't her wheelchair as she remembered it. It was a nightmarish version of it. None of its proportions had actually changed. Things had just been added to it. There were spikes and leather straps all over it.
She backed away from the wheelchair, scooting herself into a corner, screaming all the while. The wheelchair moved of its own accord, trapping her against the wall. She had no escape.
In the blink of an eye, she was sitting in the chair again. She wasn't even sure how she got there. One second, she was cowering in the corner and the next, she was in the chair. The spikes in the seat of the chair pierced her buttocks and the undersides of her legs. Separate straps went around her thighs, and nails embedded in the straps ensured that they remained in place on her legs. Straps also encircled her calves and ankles. Her arms were pressed into the armrests which were also lined with spikes. Straps were wrapped around her forearms and biceps. She was in agony.
The spikes turned out to not be the worst part though. A pair of dildos broke through the bottom of her Batgirl uniform and penetrated into her vagina and butthole. The wheels then began to turn of their own volition, and as they turned, the dildos pumped in and out of her alternately. While one was moving into her, the other was moving out. The speed that the pumped her was dependent on how fast the wheels turned, and she couldn't do a thing to control it.
"Batgirl, I tried to tell you that crime fighting was not for you. You should have left that to the professionals. Why didn't you listen?"
It was Batman and Robin. They had come to save her! Why were they not helping her?
"You know, Batman, we could use her. I mean, just look at her! She's so damned hot and sexy. Maybe she can distract the bad guys while we do the real work."
"You're right, Robin, we could use her."
In one fluid motion that should not have been possible, Batman and Robin ripped off the pants of their suits, revealing their giant erections. Robin held a ring gag that he fitted into Batgirl's screaming mouth. Batman then climbed into her lap, pressing her harder into the spikes piercing her flesh. He then drove his penis into her mouth, forcing her to give him a blowjob. The wheelchair began to move then too, racing through the maze, taking turns at random. The dildos were a blur, pistoning in and out of her abused vagina and rectum. When Batman ejaculated in her mouth, both dildos raping her also ejaculated into her at the same time.
The wheelchair stopped and Batman climbed off of her. It was now Robin's turn. He climbed into her lap, taking the space Batman had just vacated. She knew fresh pain as the spikes in her arms and legs dug into her anew. As Robin now raped her mouth, the dildos continued to rape her vagina and butthole as the wheelchair began moving again. When Robin was done, Batman climbed into her lap again.
This went on for hours and hours all through the night. As Alice slept, dreaming of sex with her lover, Batgirl raced through the maze from one end to the other, never finding the end, all the while being raped by either Batman or Robin and her wheelchair. There was no escaping it. She could only wait for Alice to wake up again and hope that would bring an end to her suffering.
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
It had not worked as he had hoped it would. The Mad Hatter wasn't staying anywhere near where he had picked up the goons. They appeared to have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Batman would just have to return home and hope for better luck tomorrow night.
When he sat down in front of his computer after returning home, he quickly scanned the police reports. Nearly $100,000 had just disappeared from an armored car during the day. When questioned, the guards said they didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but they had both spoken with a man that sounded a lot like the Mad Hatter.
Batman didn't think it would be worth his time to track down where the crime occurred. It would probably prove to be a dead end anyway. Instead, he thought he could make better use of his time by trying to track down the money. If anyone tried to deposit a large amount of money like that, the bank would be required to file a report on it.
He didn't think the Mad Hatter was dumb enough to try something like that, and he was right. No electronic reports had been filed on deposits that large. There were several largish deposits made to several different accounts all throughout the city though. Tracking them a little further showed that the money was then sent off to a few central accounts at only a few banks. He would investigate the holders of those accounts and cross reference their information with anyone in any way connected with the Mad Hatter.
It worked! One of the addresses listed on one of the accounts belonged to a relative of the Mad Hatter. He hadn't looked at the name before because it was a maternal grandmother's maiden name and was a little farther removed from Tetch than he had thought to look. He could be at the house in less than an hour. There was still about that much time before the sun came up and he would have to retire for the night.
*****
The wheelchair had finally stopped and Batman had just disappeared. Batgirl had ridden around on the wheelchair for hours. The dildos attached somehow to the wheels had been blur as they moved in and out of her body at a rapid pace. Her entire lower body was completely numb and her belly was swollen with all the sperm that had been pumped into her body through her mouth, vagina, and butthole.
The straps that had been holding her to the chair and the gag that had kept her mouth open and helpless all night disappeared. She peeled herself off the evil chair and fell to the floor in front of it. She lay there for several minutes without moving.
Finally, she coughed and thick, ropey sperm was spued from her mouth, landing on the floor in front of her. She spat what was still in her mouth out and wiped her mouth with her hand. She then began crawling away from the wheelchair, trying to put some distance between it and her.
Batgirl kept a wary eye out for either Batman or Robin. She didn't care what kind of state she was in now. If either of them came anywhere near her again, she would kick both their butts. Maybe then they would believe she was worthy of their respect. She would then turn them down when they begged her to join them.
The more distance she was able to put between her and the wheelchair, the stronger she felt. The bloody mess that had been made of her arms and legs was disappearing. Her wounds were closing up, her skin mending itself and becoming whole again. Her vagina and bum still hurt, but that pain was going away too. She looked around herself.
She recognized this stretch of the maze. Though the walls were still made of bookshelves instead of concrete as they had been the previous night, she knew where she was. The wall at the far end of the corridor was solid and shiny, unlike any of the walls she had seen yet. She drew herself to her feet and hurried down the corridor.
It was a mirror and it was on a hinge of some kind. Drawing closer to the mirror, she saw that her reflection was not what she expected. She was not dressed in her Batgirl uniform in the mirror. She looked like Alice, balancing on a pair of impossibly tall shoes. Then she looked down at herself and she was no longer dressed ad Batgirl.
"I am Alice," she said, the realization of her true identity finally dawning on her.
As soon as she said it, the mirror swung towards her, revealing a dark room beyond it. She didn't hesitate in going through the door.
*****
Alice had woken up. She looked over at the Mad Hatter lying on his back next to her. She knew he was naked beneath the covers.
Moving quietly, she carefully slid the sheets up and off him, being careful not to wake him. She hoped he would wake up, but not yet. When there was enough room between her his body and the sheets, she carefully slid her body onto his.
This was going to be a little tricky. His wonderful penis was completely limp, and there was no way it would go inside her without being erect first. Fortunately, having the vibrator inside her vagina had helped to keep her ready for him.
Reaching carefully behind herself and between her legs, she carefully withdrew the dildo from her depths. She needed to make room for him in there. Alice then began slowly rubbing the insides of her thighs against his soft penis.
She hoped this would work soon. As yet, she had not yet touched him and was holding herself above him on her arms and feet in a sort of pushup.
It was working! She could feel it getting longer between her legs. Soon the head would be pressing against her bikini clad vagina, trying to gain access to her soft insides. She continued rubbing him for a moment longer, and then she was forced to stop so she could reach back again and pull her underwear aside.
With him almost fully erect, she slid herself slowly backwards until she felt her labia touch the head of his penis.
He was going in! As his penis continued to grow, it moved into her on its own. It felt so good, so right. When it stopped growing, she began carefully bearing down on him. When he was as deep as she could get him, she lowered her body onto his, closing her legs on either side of his. He began to stir, and she kissed him, pressing her tongue into his mouth.
The Mad Hatter awoke slowly at first, and then he was suddenly wide awake.
"You're supposed to be asleep right now! Why aren't you asleep?"
"Don't worry, my love. It's me. I'm all here now."
"You're all here now? What- Oh!"
The two made love slowly, taking their time, enjoying the feel of each others bodies. Her body was cool and soft on the outside against his, and warm and soft around his penis. His was warm and hard everywhere.
The sex was suddenly cut short as something small flew through the bedroom door, smashing through the Mad Hatter's hat on top of the bust on Alice's side of the bed, and pinning it to the wall. The hat began sparking and crackling.
"Get off the bed, now!" The voice was a low, menacing growl.
Batgirl, dressed as Alice, was off the Mad Hatter and the bed in seconds. She stood in the strappy ballet heels she had worn to bed facing the door, her legs not shaking at all. Standing framed in the door was a dark shadow she knew was Batman.
"No! Get out of here!" she screamed at him.
Rather than doing as she said, Batman strode into the room. "Stand down, Barbara! You are not yourself right now." He then went to Tetch's side of the bed and forcefully got him out of the bed. The wall cracked behind him as Batman smashed him into it, pinning him there.
Before Batman could do anything more, he was attacked from behind. Someone had jumped on his back and was now trying to strangle him from behind. Whoever it was, he was stronger, and he was able to throw the assailant down on the bed. At the last second, he pulled the punch that was meant to send his attacker into unconsciousness. It was Barbara. She had attacked him.
Batman was momentarily at a loss as to how he should proceed. Something was wrong with Barbara. She would never attack him if she were in her right mind. In the end, his mind was made up for him on how to proceed. She tried to attack him again, and he reacted instinctively, swatting her leg away with enough force to roll her over, and then he knocked her out by hitting her in the back of the head.
"What did you do to her!" he growled, returning his full attention to Jervis Tetch.
Cowering in the corner now, he held his hands up to try and ward of any attacks. "Do to her? I did nothing to her, only gave her some tea. Alice enjoys my tea."
Batman was having trouble keeping his temper in check. This man had kidnapped one of his best friends, raped her repeatedly most likely, and turned her against him. He had been forced to knock her out. He was seriously thinking about breaking his one rule. Instead, he picked him up and smashed his elbow into his face, breaking Tetch's nose. He went down immediately.
Batman picked Barbara up, slinging her over his shoulder and then carried her down to his batmobile. Putting her in the passenger seat, he bound her hands and feet in case she woke up and then buckled her in. He placed a quick call to the Commissioner and then headed for home. He would have to think about what to do with Barbara.
When he sat down in front of his computer after returning home, he quickly scanned the police reports. Nearly $100,000 had just disappeared from an armored car during the day. When questioned, the guards said they didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but they had both spoken with a man that sounded a lot like the Mad Hatter.
Batman didn't think it would be worth his time to track down where the crime occurred. It would probably prove to be a dead end anyway. Instead, he thought he could make better use of his time by trying to track down the money. If anyone tried to deposit a large amount of money like that, the bank would be required to file a report on it.
He didn't think the Mad Hatter was dumb enough to try something like that, and he was right. No electronic reports had been filed on deposits that large. There were several largish deposits made to several different accounts all throughout the city though. Tracking them a little further showed that the money was then sent off to a few central accounts at only a few banks. He would investigate the holders of those accounts and cross reference their information with anyone in any way connected with the Mad Hatter.
It worked! One of the addresses listed on one of the accounts belonged to a relative of the Mad Hatter. He hadn't looked at the name before because it was a maternal grandmother's maiden name and was a little farther removed from Tetch than he had thought to look. He could be at the house in less than an hour. There was still about that much time before the sun came up and he would have to retire for the night.
*****
The wheelchair had finally stopped and Batman had just disappeared. Batgirl had ridden around on the wheelchair for hours. The dildos attached somehow to the wheels had been blur as they moved in and out of her body at a rapid pace. Her entire lower body was completely numb and her belly was swollen with all the sperm that had been pumped into her body through her mouth, vagina, and butthole.
The straps that had been holding her to the chair and the gag that had kept her mouth open and helpless all night disappeared. She peeled herself off the evil chair and fell to the floor in front of it. She lay there for several minutes without moving.
Finally, she coughed and thick, ropey sperm was spued from her mouth, landing on the floor in front of her. She spat what was still in her mouth out and wiped her mouth with her hand. She then began crawling away from the wheelchair, trying to put some distance between it and her.
Batgirl kept a wary eye out for either Batman or Robin. She didn't care what kind of state she was in now. If either of them came anywhere near her again, she would kick both their butts. Maybe then they would believe she was worthy of their respect. She would then turn them down when they begged her to join them.
The more distance she was able to put between her and the wheelchair, the stronger she felt. The bloody mess that had been made of her arms and legs was disappearing. Her wounds were closing up, her skin mending itself and becoming whole again. Her vagina and bum still hurt, but that pain was going away too. She looked around herself.
She recognized this stretch of the maze. Though the walls were still made of bookshelves instead of concrete as they had been the previous night, she knew where she was. The wall at the far end of the corridor was solid and shiny, unlike any of the walls she had seen yet. She drew herself to her feet and hurried down the corridor.
It was a mirror and it was on a hinge of some kind. Drawing closer to the mirror, she saw that her reflection was not what she expected. She was not dressed in her Batgirl uniform in the mirror. She looked like Alice, balancing on a pair of impossibly tall shoes. Then she looked down at herself and she was no longer dressed ad Batgirl.
"I am Alice," she said, the realization of her true identity finally dawning on her.
As soon as she said it, the mirror swung towards her, revealing a dark room beyond it. She didn't hesitate in going through the door.
*****
Alice had woken up. She looked over at the Mad Hatter lying on his back next to her. She knew he was naked beneath the covers.
Moving quietly, she carefully slid the sheets up and off him, being careful not to wake him. She hoped he would wake up, but not yet. When there was enough room between her his body and the sheets, she carefully slid her body onto his.
This was going to be a little tricky. His wonderful penis was completely limp, and there was no way it would go inside her without being erect first. Fortunately, having the vibrator inside her vagina had helped to keep her ready for him.
Reaching carefully behind herself and between her legs, she carefully withdrew the dildo from her depths. She needed to make room for him in there. Alice then began slowly rubbing the insides of her thighs against his soft penis.
She hoped this would work soon. As yet, she had not yet touched him and was holding herself above him on her arms and feet in a sort of pushup.
It was working! She could feel it getting longer between her legs. Soon the head would be pressing against her bikini clad vagina, trying to gain access to her soft insides. She continued rubbing him for a moment longer, and then she was forced to stop so she could reach back again and pull her underwear aside.
With him almost fully erect, she slid herself slowly backwards until she felt her labia touch the head of his penis.
He was going in! As his penis continued to grow, it moved into her on its own. It felt so good, so right. When it stopped growing, she began carefully bearing down on him. When he was as deep as she could get him, she lowered her body onto his, closing her legs on either side of his. He began to stir, and she kissed him, pressing her tongue into his mouth.
The Mad Hatter awoke slowly at first, and then he was suddenly wide awake.
"You're supposed to be asleep right now! Why aren't you asleep?"
"Don't worry, my love. It's me. I'm all here now."
"You're all here now? What- Oh!"
The two made love slowly, taking their time, enjoying the feel of each others bodies. Her body was cool and soft on the outside against his, and warm and soft around his penis. His was warm and hard everywhere.
The sex was suddenly cut short as something small flew through the bedroom door, smashing through the Mad Hatter's hat on top of the bust on Alice's side of the bed, and pinning it to the wall. The hat began sparking and crackling.
"Get off the bed, now!" The voice was a low, menacing growl.
Batgirl, dressed as Alice, was off the Mad Hatter and the bed in seconds. She stood in the strappy ballet heels she had worn to bed facing the door, her legs not shaking at all. Standing framed in the door was a dark shadow she knew was Batman.
"No! Get out of here!" she screamed at him.
Rather than doing as she said, Batman strode into the room. "Stand down, Barbara! You are not yourself right now." He then went to Tetch's side of the bed and forcefully got him out of the bed. The wall cracked behind him as Batman smashed him into it, pinning him there.
Before Batman could do anything more, he was attacked from behind. Someone had jumped on his back and was now trying to strangle him from behind. Whoever it was, he was stronger, and he was able to throw the assailant down on the bed. At the last second, he pulled the punch that was meant to send his attacker into unconsciousness. It was Barbara. She had attacked him.
Batman was momentarily at a loss as to how he should proceed. Something was wrong with Barbara. She would never attack him if she were in her right mind. In the end, his mind was made up for him on how to proceed. She tried to attack him again, and he reacted instinctively, swatting her leg away with enough force to roll her over, and then he knocked her out by hitting her in the back of the head.
"What did you do to her!" he growled, returning his full attention to Jervis Tetch.
Cowering in the corner now, he held his hands up to try and ward of any attacks. "Do to her? I did nothing to her, only gave her some tea. Alice enjoys my tea."
Batman was having trouble keeping his temper in check. This man had kidnapped one of his best friends, raped her repeatedly most likely, and turned her against him. He had been forced to knock her out. He was seriously thinking about breaking his one rule. Instead, he picked him up and smashed his elbow into his face, breaking Tetch's nose. He went down immediately.
Batman picked Barbara up, slinging her over his shoulder and then carried her down to his batmobile. Putting her in the passenger seat, he bound her hands and feet in case she woke up and then buckled her in. He placed a quick call to the Commissioner and then headed for home. He would have to think about what to do with Barbara.
Re: Batgirl Meets Alice
I think this one is done. Now that Batgirl has been rescued, there's no where else to go with it. That doesn't mean the story can't continue with another villain taking the Mad Hatter's place though. Please refer to my poll and cast your vote for which villain should be featured next.