Batgirl was bemused by the note in the package, but had nonetheless willingly tried on the new batgirl costume it contained. It was shockingly sexy she had to admit. The boots were fabulous, and the gauntlets and mask. The main costume was no longer a one piece in the ttraditional sense. It had a large scopped out back which exposed most of batgirls flawless skin from shoulders to hips, and there were cut away sections around the breasts exposing the sides of each of her impossibly firm mounds, and considerable cleavage. Then there was a cut away section over her belly and abdomen exposing her right down to her bikini line. It was cut high at the hips, and was thong like at the back to expose batgirls pert rubbery firm butt cheeks. The suit was sensational, if a little impractical. She read the note again, inviting her to meet a secret admirer at a location in the industrial park on the outskirts of town. She was to wear the suit and she would be in for a surprise.
Her natural confidence led her to think that she should investigate, as she could handle herself it it proved to be a crank. It wasn't the first note from this admirer, and batgirl was determined to discover his or her identity.
The door creaked as batgirl slowly eased it open and crept forwards into the dimly lit room. A single low wattage bare bulb hung from the middle of the ceiling, barely illuminating the extremeties of the large untidy room. It looked to batgirl as though it was a store room of sorts as there were several packaging crates stacked seemingly at random around the walls. It was certainly the right place. She thought she could see a figure in the shadows and took another step into the room.
A massive fist smashed down between batgirl's bared shoulder blades from behind clubbing her to the floor. Before she could react a boot had driven hard into her side sending her rolling over into the room. The room suddenly was illuminated as someone by the door flicked a switch, and batgirl saw three heavily built men in boots, jeans and brown coats standing around her with their fists clenched. They were all had brutal mean faces with numerous scars, and their eyes looked cold and soulless.
Then came a female voice. "So good of you to come batgirl. I love the outfit!"
"Entertain me!" she directed to the three heavies.
The first heavy reached down and dragged the gasping heroine to her feet. "Hold her Knuckles" he said in a gruff voice. Knuckles duly placed himself behind batgirl and grabbed the beauty by her slender upper arms. "Got her Clubber" he grunted.
"Now then babe lets have some fun shall we" rasped Clubber, moving in closer and almost drooling over batgirls succulent body clad so erotically in the new suit.
Batgirl struggled as Clubber pressed the flat of his huge fist against the bare skin of batgirl's stomach. She tensed herself for the blow to follow, but instead Clubber whipped a right uppercut up into batgirl's left breast setting it quivering and partly ripping the black suit so that almost half the breast was exposed, up to the light brown of batgirls outer aureole. Before the breast had steadied, Clubber lashed it again with a right cross compressing the firm mound into batgirl's ribcage, and shredding the remaining material covering the delicious orb. Batgirl's left breast was completely naked now, thrusting from her ribcage invitingly.
"D cup I'd say" said the female. "Mmmmm lets see the other one".
"No!" gasped batgirl as Clubber drew back his fist again. It took five punches this time to beat batgirl's costume from her right breast. Five times the ham like fist smacked into the firm round half melon that was batgirl's right breast!
to be continued?
