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Hi all. Whilst this is a continuation of my earlier Grace sisters story, I have tried to write it as a stand alone adventure, so hopefully you don't have to have read the first story to follow this one. All you need to know from the first is in the summary paragraph,with other info described in the story; if you do read the Coup de Graces story you may get more out of this one, but its not compulsory. Again the cast is just to help you envision the characters as I see them.

Just if anyone's is interested to read them in order, this is the first story link below.

https://www.superheroineforum.com/viewt ... +de+graces

Batgirl - Cali Logan
Wonder Woman - Christina Carter
Charity Grace - Diana Knight
Faith Grace - Emily Addison
Hope Grace - Charlie Laine


Part 1

Having finally subdued the three Grace sisters, Wonder Woman has left Batgirl at the warehouse to await the imminent arrival of the authorities to take the felonious siblings into custody. But due to a stroke of good fortune for the sisters and bad luck for the forces of justice, a small spray dispenser has fallen unnoticed into the hands of Faith. It seems the sisters may not yet be going quietly.....

Batgirl was feeling fairly jubilant. It had been a tough night and as she patrolled around the interior of the warehouse, never letting the Graces from her sight, she felt she had every right to feel a little self satisfied. Wonder Woman had been impressed by her gadgets and her abilities as a crime fighter, she was sure, and the thought thrilled her.

But as she walked around she was becoming ever more aware of aches and pains developing from blows she didn't know she had taken. The more she thought about it the less events seemed to make sense. She supposed that the last surprise attack from Hope had caused a blackout in her memory. Good job Wonder Woman had still been around to help Batgirl subdue her. Hopefully the memory loss would be temporary. She still had the recording of tonight's events on the camera and microphone on her Batbelt buckle. She had no idea how her costume had been destroyed either. At the thought she ran her hands over her backup costume that she was now wearing, smoothing the tight material over the curve of the sides of her breasts then on down over her -owch!- ribs, some bruising there evidently, over her slender hips down into the hollow dimples of her cheeks to her upper thighs. This new costume seemed impossibly tight in certain areas. As elegantly as she could, she tried a plie`, her heels together and bending at the knees, toes outward at 90 degrees to her body. It was a simple ballet move that she could ordinarily handle with no problems, but now the combination of the unworn costume and the bruising encounter she had had tonight caused her to struggle. She was physically stiff and the new costume pinched her in the most intimate areas. She needed a nice, hot soak in the bath. Preferably with officer Dalton to scrub her back, she smiled to herself. At the thought of the mysterious police officer that Batgirl had not seen but Faith had found so attractive, she became girlishly excited, and as she had not met him, she had all the excitement and anticipation of a blind date. She looked at his number , written on a piece of police notebook, that Dalton had given Faith. Well, Faith would be out of circulation for a while. But she was confident he wouldn't mind Batgirl as a substitute. After all, what guy wouldn't? She could feel her heartbeat quickening, her blood pumping, her body warming at the thought of him. Maybe when the police arrived it wouldn't be him, but somehow that possibility, of not meeting him tonight yet still her holding the piece of paper with his number on it, that power of her being in control, even if events tonight didn't work out, having that certainty of contact was a thrill. She felt like a tigress stalking her prey. She smiled to herself, then threw a quick glance over her shoulder at the trio cuffed back to back, sitting upright on the floor, legs spread before them.

Charity, the eldest of the three , was as mean and ruthless as she was beautiful. Slightly taller than the middle sister Faith, she had a harsher more cruel streak. Charity was sadistic, whereas Faith was just malevolent. Batgirl smiled again. And what the hell was Hope, the youngest? Idiotic, in a word. She would just blindly follow instructions and do things without comprehending why. She was still cruel, but probably didn't even know it.

All the sisters had long dark hair, hazel eyes and pretty features. Their bodies were differently proportioned, with Charity being tall and athletically built; she was stronger than she looked and muscular without it being obvious. She had long, toned legs, firm thighs and a tight butt, trim hips and a spectacularly shapely chest. An old boyfriend had once described it as 'a nice place to shelter from the rain'. If it wasn't for her assets in that department she would have resembled a female runner or heptathlete. Her face was classically beautiful but could become a mask of cruelty in an instant. But now she had Batgirl to thank for a broken nose.

Faith, by contrast, had a more subtle beauty. She was pretty, with straighter hair, with just a hint of a wave to Charity's more obvious one. She was around 5ft 9; an inch or so shorter than her older sister, and at 27 two years younger. Her breasts were slightly smaller and firmer than her sisters, but no less impressive.

Hope at 23 the youngest, had straight hair and a face full of innocent beauty that belied the young woman's true nature. She had small breasts by her sisters high standards but her seeming innocence and blind obedience had always ensured a string of suitors at her door. She was easily led but very persistent once given a task. Her simple minded nature had meant she was always given the more menial tasks and easiest jobs to do by the other sisters. Her view of the world was simple. There were her sisters and nothing, and no one, else mattered.

As Batgirl poked around the interior of the warehouse, some twenty feet away from her the sisters started to stir. It was Faith who became fully alert first and realised that there was something small and cold resting against her fingers. She subtly groped to retrieve it, fingering its length and shape until she realised it was one of the atomizers that Hope was supposed to have filled with knock out spray, but had actually still held Chanel No. 5. But that had applied to the ones she and Charity had used. She could see those on the table before her. Which left only Hope's spray, which she must be holding now. Hope had been in charge of swapping the spray for perfume in the dispensers but had somehow managed to screw it up completely. Faith and Charity had sprayed the two crimefighters in the face with the perfume. But when they had asked her what she had done with the knock out spray, Hope had sniffed her own wrists and passed out. If she had only swapped her own dispenser, which was the one that Faith held now....

"Psssssst! Psssssst" she hissed, "Charity, are you there?"

"Ob course I'm here you douche-bag, where am I gonna go, we're all cuffed togedder. You idiot" her sister replied, her broken nose distorting her words.

"Shuddup an' listen will ya? I think I got Hope's dispenser, the one that might have the sleep spray in it"

"Whadt?!!! Thas's greadt! We just need to lure dat Badbidch over here. Hobe, are you awadke?" she asked her sister thickly.

" Hu-huh, sure."

Faith took over the conversation. " Did you put the knockout spray in your perfume sprayer?"

"Don't ask me complicated questions...." Hope answered and started to bleat.

"No, no! No its ok, Hope honey, don't cry. Look we got a plan is all. We get the bitch over here , spray her then get the keys from her belt to these things." she rattled her hands in the cuffs."Ok?"

"Great!" said Hope perking up.

"Right, so what we'll do is this. Hope, you say in a loud voice 'Hey, I think I've got a hand free,', something like that, and then we-"

"Hey, I think I got a hand free, something like that" shouted Hope loudly.

"Not yet you IDIOT!" hissed Faith alarmed.

Batgirl on hearing Hope's cry , shook her head contemptuously and started to stride purposefully over.

"Hobe, we aren'dt ready!" Charity hissed desperately. "Faidth, you godt der spray?"

" I think its pointed out right" Faith whispered. "But what if its just perfume?"

"Adt leasdt we make life unpleasandt for dat bidch for a few minudtes. Whadt ave we godt dto lose? Go for idt sis" her older sister encouraged.

As the unsuspecting Batgirl sauntered confidently over to where the three sisters sat cuffed, little did she realise she was walking into their trap.

Great start picking up just after the last one. It looks like Batgirl will have to wait a while to find out what really happen in the warehouse, but it looks like that's going to be the least of her problems.

I got a feeling that Charity's going to balance things out with Batgirl over her nose along with some more aches and pains.

Hey good start there TO!

Part 2

The Grace sisters, handcuffed together awaiting the arrival of the police, have a surprise in store for Batgirl as they call out to summon the young crimefighter over ....

As Batgirl headed over to where the three sisters were Batcuffed, she was still somewhat distracted by the evenings events. Having finally met the almost legendary Wonder Woman, she had been thrilled at the praise she had received from the Amazon. It had been a night full of thrills. The thrill of combat; the thrill of victory; the thrill of meeting a genuine superhero for the first time; the thrill of the respect she had bestowed upon Batgirl, and now the prospective thrill of getting a date with the mysterious Officer Dalton. She was already day-dreaming, imagining what he might look like. Tall; handsome; clean shaven; blue eyes; a kind smile; a lean muscular body in that tight police uniform....The cry from Hope interrupted her reverie. But she was confident that her electrified Batcuffs were more than up to the job of keeping these three subdued. Still, better safe than sorry. It pays to check these things out.

Brimming with confidence in her own abilities she strode over to the sisters, stopping a few feet from them. The Grace sisters were back to back, sitting upright in a rough triangular shape, shoulder to shoulder with their legs spread out before them. Charity and Faith were whispering to each other and glancing down over their shoulders at their hands that were cuffed to Hope.
Batgirl stood legs apart, knuckles resting on her shapely hips.

"What mischief are you three up to now?" she declared imperiously. "Well, whatever you're planning, it ends right here." She tutted to herself under her breath as she purposefully strode to inspect the three sets of Batcuffs. Each pair was on the left hand of one sister and then the right hand of the next sibling. The cuffs were given to her by Batman and were made from a tough metal alloy developed by his friend Bruce Wayne through his company, Wayne Industries. But it had been her own flash of inspiration to electrify the locks with only a few volts from microbatteries used in digital watches. Though not powerful the small charge was enough to jolt anyone trying to pick them, especially as most lock picking tools were made of metal. The key to the Batcuffs, though metal, was coated with a plastic insulator coating. She was confident that the cuffs could hold them.

She moved between Hope and Charity, rattling the cuffs that held them -they were fine. She stepped over Hope's smooth tanned thighs , visible above the tops of her thigh length black PVC boots, and stood straddling them, her crotch level with Hope's face. Hope looked at her groin, just inches from her own mouth and licked her lips, lecherously. She raised her eyebrows to look up innocently at the young heroine, and smiled sweetly.

"Hiya" she said.

"What are you up to , you no-good minx?" Batgirl asked rhetorically.

With her feet still straddling the young Grace girl, she leaned forward, leaning over Hope's right shoulder, to inspect the cuffs between Hope and Faith. Even as she looked down she realised that she and Wonder Woman had made a mistake in the way they had cuffed the girls. The sisters had been unconscious at the time, and as the golden lasso had originally been used to tie them up and with the police already summoned when the lasso had been removed and the cuffs applied, neither Batgirl nor Wonder Woman had given it much thought. Instead of crossing their arms behind their backs and then cuffing the opposite wrists of each girl with their elbows entwined they had just cuffed them one to another, as they would if they were cuffed to an officer. This, Batgirl now realised , gave them far too much movement, a full arm length in fact. But these cuffs were still secure and the police would surely arrive in the next few minutes.

As the innocent young crimefighter bent down, she didn't notice Faith bending and turning her left knee, leg still flat to the floor, extending her foot behind Batgirl's left heel. Faith suddenly jerked up her arm, dragging Hope's up with it. In her hand she held the perfume sprayer and unleashed a long burst straight into Batgirls face. As Gothams heroine recoiled from the choking spray, hands raised and mouth wide open, aghast at the surprise attack, she tripped as her heel caught Faiths outstretched leg, just as the crook had planned.

Shocked, coughing and choking, the young champion fell backwards, landing heavily on her right side. Gasping she lay propped on her elbow and forearm, her eyes wide behind her mask with the shock and distress from the spray. Her left arm was up, loosely clasped over her mouth channeling the sound of her racking coughs into the echoing interior of the warehouse. After the initial shock and surprise of the attack, the coughing became slower, more laboured as the young girls vision started to swim and blur.

The sisters, whooping with glee, awkwardly struggled to get to their feet, hindered by Charity who could not see what had happened but had heard the outcome. She was slowest to react as both Faith and Hope tried to get to their knees, an action that deprived Charity of any support as she herself tried to rise. She managed to get both legs underneath her body so she was in a kneeling position.

"Hold on you dtwo!" She cried desperately as she was in danger of being dragged backwards.

"Aw c'mon Char! We only got one chance at this! We gotta get her!" cried Faith as in the distance the thin wail of several police sirens could be heard, drawing ever nearer with each passing second.

Batgirl was still lying on her side, propped on her right arm. As the coughing fit subsided she groggily tried to rise, placing her left arm palm down, she shakily forced herself onto all fours, her head down, her vision blurring. The patch of concrete floor that her eyes were focused on was jumping and moving crazily. She could feel her senses deserting her, the world she knew pitching and distorting, her face a frowning grimace as she desperately fought to stay conscious.

Her strength finally deserted her and Batgirl fell back, flat to the floor , her shoulders heaving and convulsing as she tried to draw breath, to get the oxygen that would feed her lungs, her senses. She lay flat , her head back, with one knee raised her other leg moving her heel uselessly against the floor as she vainly sought to gain purchase, her elbows were on the floor, her forearms upright at 90 degrees to the concrete. Her gloved hands splayed, her fingers feeble claws, waving slightly back and forth as her eyes, wide and staring, but unfocused, searched the ceiling for assistance that was never there. Her mouth opening wide, then closing silently, like a fish out of water. She could vaguely hear a screaming sound far, far off that was getting nearer, but her senses were too drugged to make out the noise as that of the police cars approaching.

Her raised left knee fell to the side, flat to the floor , forming a 'D' shape against her straight leg . Her arms finally collapsed to the floor under their own weight; one straight, palm down, by her side; the other bent at the elbow, her open fingers resting by her shoulder. She was dimly aware of three shapes forming over her, but her clear hazel eyes could no longer distinguish them. Her rib cage was extending and then flattening with each shuddering breath until it rose fully for the last time , pushing out her pert breasts to their zenith, before with a long last desperate sigh her torso collapsed down on itself, her pretty eyes flickered closed as her head gently rolled to one side, her chin and cheek resting against the top of her right shoulder.

"Huuuuuhhhhhhh........uuuuugggggghhhh........" She sighed as the darkness claimed her.

Nice work!!

Keep it going sir!

Not that your other story isn't off to a good start, but could we get more of this one.

More due up tomorrow. I'm about 8 posts in the bank with this one, but been ill last fortnight and the story breaks on the GE story are longer to type up to and I wasn't up to it. Better now so I will be aiming at 2 per week on GE.
Thanks to all for the encouragement

Get and stay well.

tmon wrote:Get and stay well.

Thanks Tmon, but not much chance of the 'stay' bit.
Got the lungs of a 77 year old, and I'm 43. :?
Why, oh why did I ever think that was gonna be a good trade?

Part 3

Batgirl, guardian of Gotham, has had the tables turned on her in her role as the guardian of the Grace sisters, being surprised and gassed unconscious as she awaited the police arrival at the warehouse to take the girls into custody.


"Well, that sure weren't no perfume in that one!" Faith laughed as she cruelly kicked the defenceless young girl's breast with her toe, causing Batgirl's head to roll to rest with her chin on the other shoulder. The sirens drew closer still.

"Shit! It's the cops! They're almost here. Quick search the pockets on the bitch's belt, one of them has gotta have the keys to these things" . Faith ordered, rattling the cuffs. Awkwardly, the sisters tried to stoop over the prone body of Gotham's beautiful champion. There was the sound of the police cars pulling up outside with a squeal of tyres.

"Shit. We got no time. Get that belt off of her, we can each go through a pouch it'll be quicker."

Unclasping Batgirl's utility belt the sisters stripped her of her crime fighting arsenal, duly finding the keys in one of her pouches. As they unlocked each other Hope leaned over the senseless crimefighter.

"Let's kill her now!" She squealed.

"What with, charm?" Cried Faith undoing the last cuffs on her and Charity. "No time sis, we gotta scram!"

"Well, let's bring her with us then" suggested the younger sister , accompanied by some sounds outside.

"Oh yeah, cos we're sure to outrun them carrying a body. Jesus. We can take this though...see what goodies she's got hidden away in here". Faith held up the Batbelt. "C'mon, let's go!" she said as the sounds of car doors slamming was followed by a turn of the locked front door handles and then an authoritative knock.

"One sec, something I gotta do first " Hope, kneeling over her adversary groped Batgirl's breasts cruelly with her left hand as her right fingered the tough fabric over the law defender's mound, pushing it in between her legs.

"Oh, fuck! No time for that shit Hope !Let's go!!! Now!!! NOW"

Another knock, more urgent. "BATGIRL?" The question asked from outside.

Hope leaned over Batgirl's unresponsive face, the faint trace of a frown frozen beneath the mask on her pretty features. As the felon puckered up as if to kiss her , she holds her head still, her lips poised over her, as she still fingered and groped the champion of law and order.

"Screw her, I'm gone" Faith ran for the far exits as the hammering turned into a tangible sense of alarm and feet could be heard running to the side entrance.

Slowly, a large blob of saliva formed between Hope's lips, gathered mass and under gravity crept down, a frothy clear ball of a spider, on a single liquid strand that lengthened, and lengthened....until...it swayed slightly....then.... snapped. As the knocking appeared at the side office door, the ball of spit landed at the height of Batgirl's cheek, leaving a slime trail in its wake as gravity took it to an urgent appointment at the corner of the helpless heroines mouth, left slightly ajar. Patiently , it gathered before it finally seeped inside, a further humiliation for the innocent young girl. She did not stir.

"Nobody calls me a coat" she declared as Charity pulled her up and pushed her down the warehouse as the cops entered the side office.

"She called you a 'minx', you idiot -NOT 'mink", said the older sister.

Charity herself paused a second and added her sputum onto the bold yellow bat symbol at the young girl's breast . "A goodbye kiss from me too honey. But we ain't even yet. " as she ran after Hope she realised " hey...Hey I dunk my dose is bedda! Awwww crabbp".

I was hoping for them to take Batgirl with them as a hostage/plaything, but it's still nice. I can't wait for their next encounter.

Part 4

The Graces have escaped, taking Batgirl's prized utility belt with them....


"Batgirl....BATGIRL" she could hear someone calling her alter ego far, far away. A rough-skinned but gentle hand was tapping her on the cheek, slowly bringing her to. "GET AN AMBULANCE! I got lousy reception in here!"

Those words struck an alarm deep within her, as she started to stir more rigorously.

"Mmmmm...aaaaahhh.Nuh. Nn. No amlan...." She muttered , frowning, she started to move her head from side to side, first slowly, then with more urgency, moving her arms weakly, her heels pushing against the concrete floor.

"Easy, honey, easy now , its ok, you're safe, I gotcha. Help is on the way."

"No ambulance" Batgirl repeated, licking her lips and a patch of drool from the corner of her mouth. " No ambulance, please officer ....?"

"Errr Dalton , ma'am" said the kindly voice kneeling over her.

"Dalton!" She exclaimed with schoolgirl excitement as the name sank into her consciousness her eyes snapped fully open, fixing first on the 'Dalton' name plate, then finally on the mysterious face of her fantasy. A kindly, rounded face, with the kind smile she had hoped for, and a double chin in case one got damaged , in its mid fifties, looked gently down at her.

"Oh." She said with simple disappointment heavy in her voice. "I mean...I thought....I'd heard you were.... taller" she said awkwardly.

"I'm 6-3."

"I...I meant ...er..."

"I'm teasing you , I'm 5-10." He smiled enjoying playing with her.

Profoundly embarrassed and disappointed, she raised herself to her elbows, rubbing the back of her neck stiffly. Then as she looked at the heavily overweight man kneeling before her with a sense of shame , an officer at the far end of the warehouse called out "Got away on bikes. Got Hughes issuing an APB. She okay?". As Dalton raised his hand to wave acknowledgement and answers "Yep". Batgirl spotted his ringed wedding finger.

"You're married!" She declared excitedly.

He let out a weary sigh. "You could have tried to sound disappointed " he said in mock pain.

"I ...I'm sorry I..."

He smiled. "I know, honey. You , like all the others, want the Officer Dalton who is heading up Gotham's New riverside arm, the Dreamboat division. I'm Sgt Dalton , Jim, his dad. That's Dan over there" he pointed at the officer walking towards them. "He's a sucker for a gal with a sexy wink." he whispered.

Irresistibly, she pecked him on the cheek, whispered "Thank you" hotly into his ear and demonstrated her winking technique .

"Be gentle with him".

Dalton Jr was almost on them " Drakes might need the ambulance" he said laughing , "got a knee in the balls" then he seemed to realise Batgirl was present and not just his father. "I'm sorry I mean he ... er ...in...er. " he coughed. " They got away on vintage bikes" he said awkwardly.

As Batgirl put her hands to her hips to adjust her belt before she stood fully, she realised the shocking truth, as she clutched air.

"M..my Batbelt! My utility belt, its gone!" she cried desperately. She frantically twisted her head, searching left and right but her belt was nowhere to be seen. She sprang quickly to her feet, a pained expression on her beautiful face, and promptly collapsed woozily into the arms of Sgt Dalton.

"Hey easy, easy. We'll find it for you or get you a new one, don't worry".

Even now, when she was chilled by the thought of her crime fighting arsenal in criminal hands, feverishly worried about what evils her weapons for good might be used for, there was still the thought at the back of her mind: Why couldn't it have been Dalton's son who caught her?

Wow..I LOVED the spit part...mmmmm...makes me think she would like to have batgirl in a snowball situation if she was able to have time and attention(and a man to help) lol!
So.....did she finger batgirl? I sure hope they eventually put her into some hardcore bdsm and sapphic love!

Wanted to thank you for continuing this work. Love the way that you are playing the three sisters, excellent character development which is (typically) out of character for many writers of these kinds of stories. I really enjoy the surprise attacks that they have successfully pulled off. The mixup between the perfume and chloroform was a clever idea.

I would to give you a challenge as you continue this story: see if you can find a way for these sisters to (temporarily) defeat WW without resorting to blackmail or removing her magic belt. The threat against Batgirl the first time out was clever and well used, but I fancy you a talented enough writer not to repeat yourself.

Tally ho, tallyho.

Part 5

The Grace sisters have stolen Batgirl's utility belt and made good their escape.


Batgirl, now wearing the belt from her auxiliary costume kept on her Batcycle, returned to her appartment via the secret entrance in the alley with a heavy heart. How could she have been so easily duped, letting the sisters escape from under her nose just as the police arrived? She felt a fool, an embarrassed , idiotic fool. She had driven around for an hour or so , partly to clear her head and partly in the vain hope of picking up the transponder signal from her stolen belt. But the range on her Batscope was only 15 miles, and the sisters had proved well out of range. Both Dalton and his rather dishy son had been extremely kind and concerned. The younger Dalton and his partner had even cruised behind her for a few blocks to keep an eye on her and make sure she was ok, before she had waved them away. Secretly, she was touched, thinking it a sweet gesture. Eventually, she decided to boost the search signal by using her Batcomputer back at her secret room adjoining the appartment. It was around 6 a.m. when she returned. She was bushed, and supposed to start work at the library at 8.30. No way, not today. She would have to call in sick. She had to retrieve her belt at all costs. Just the thought of criminals utilising her arsenal for justice for their own evil ends made her shudder. Her Batarangs, lock picks, Batdrill, rope, Batbombs, Batsleep Spray, Batflashlight, Batsmoke - the list was endless, almost the entire contents of her Batbelt could be used for good -or ill. She had to get it back, but where to start?

Though she was exhausted, she had no time for rest. In the secret room of her flat she consulted her Batcomputer. A very modest state of the art pc, nothing compared to the monster machine she had seen in the Batcave, but hey, every girl knows size isn't important, she smiled to herself. She fired up a GPS tracking program and started a search for the missing transponder signal, the tracking device intrinsic to her Batbelt.

Whilst Gotham and its environs were being scanned, she searched the law enforcement databases for all she could gather about the Grace sisters. She had just identified a possible hideout, the first farm that the girls had grown up on some 20 years earlier, sold on in times of hardship and now run down and abandoned on the death of the current owner some 4 years earlier , when the transponder search bleeped a result: the same abandoned farm.

She toyed with the idea of letting the police handle it, but she was worried some of the Batbelt items may have been scattered and separated; if the police seized them as evidence, fingerprinted them....she had no doubt that Barbera Gordon's prints would be on some of them. And whilst she wasn't on file, it put strangers a step nearer revealing her true identity. She could not let that happen. She would have to face them alone, tired and demoralized as she was, she would have to face that terrible trio again. But this time she would not underestimate their deviousness. She decided she would let the police know, but give herself a head start. Time, to sort out her own mess before Chief O'Hara's men arrived.

It was a little after 7 now, the farm was around 20 miles out on the other side of town. With rush hour traffic she could be there around 8.30. The Grace sisters had also been up all night. If she waited an hour, maybe took a shower to freshen up....She just might literally catch them napping. So, she would take a shower herself, rest up for a little while, then head over to the farm at say 10, arrive around 11, half an hour to case the place, half an hour to capture them and retrieve her belt... so she would request the police arrival promptly at 12pm. Satisfied, she headed for the ensuite shower cubicle in her bedroom, accessing her flat through the secret door in the backroom that served as her lair.

Charlie, her pet canary, seemed to sense her downcast mood, offering a very hesitant single chirp as she passed him.
"Tough night, Charlie" she offered as a way of explanation as she closed the door behind her.

She inspected herself in the full length wall mirror in her bedroom. Yes, no doubt about it, the auxiliary costume was fearsomely tight in some very uncomfortable places. She rotated her hips, lifting her cape and looking over her shoulder at the reflection in the mirror of the curve of her ass. The purple fabric was stretched impossibly tight, revealing no creases or wrinkles on the perfect round peach of her butt. It was a killer look, but just not wholly practical for fighting crime. She thought she had definitely put on a few pounds since she had last worn it, but then again, she swam, jogged, trained at the gym and went out on patrol on a regular basis. It was probably muscle that had helped fill out the costume as muscle weighs more than fat. She ran her palms and fingers from the side of her breast down the side of her ribs to her clearly defined hips, wincing slightly as she touched some tender parts of her ribs. Time to shower.

She removed the gloves first, a finger at a time plucked, then the purple satin gauntlets slid off of her forearms, the just-above-the-elbow fitting meant the process took a few seconds to pull them clear. She clenched and unclenched each fist after their removal. Next she unclasped her auxilliary belt, her fingers lingered, slipping it over her trim waist, before sitting on the edge of her bed, and crossing her legs in a very lady-like manner, allowing her to unzip the side of each of her boots, removing one before recrossing her legs the other way to remove the other . She then unclasped the cape at her neck, draping it across the bed beside her. Gripping her cowl in both hands she pulled slightly forward then pushed it up, mask and ginger wig rising with it to reveal her own dark brown hair, cascading down to her shoulders with a shake of her head. Reaching behind her she slid the zipper down to the small of her back, wriggling her shoulders again with a wince to shake it off at the front, then gripping a sleeve she pulled it from first one arm and then the other. She brought her heels up onto the edge of the bed and fell back , supporting her weight on her shoulders as she slinkily waggled her shapely hips as her thumbs slid the bunched garment down over her behind and along her smooth upper legs, down to her knees, revealing her black silk panties. She moved her whole body up further onto the bed with her heels, her arms reaching to grapple for her purple leggings on the bodysuit, pulling ineffectually at the hem of each leg where it met her delicate ankles. After three failed attempts she flopped back on the bed exhausted, her ribs painfully preventing what should have been an easy task. She was dog tired; she would rest for a second , then pull the damned things off. Then shower and then back out to the old Grace farm. As she lay there exhausted in her black bra and panties, her Batsuit at her ankles, she stared up at the mesmerizing artex swirls of her bedroom ceiling. Her eyes became impossibly heavy. The bed was sooooo comfortable. She would close her eyes, just for a moment. Just for a second or two, that's all. Just for.....

The darkness engulfed her exhausted mind and body.

Nice story but BG really should call for backup from WW.

Part 6

Batgirl, exhausted, has succumbed to her fatigue, falling asleep half dressed in her apartment....

She blinked awake, confused by the strange sounds that gradually resolved themselves into her canary, Charlie, fluttering and chirping in his cage. She wiped her face with her palm, licked her dry lips and blinked sleepily again, finally coming to. 'Oh hell!' she thought. She sat bolt upright suddenly, wincing in pain from her bruised ribs and still a little disorientated. She looked down at herself, wearing only her black bra and panties, with the Batsuit still on between her knees and her ankles. She groaned as she remembered her plan - she was going to surprise the sisters with the police at midday. She looked at the bedside clock on her night table. 4.40pm. So much for that plan. She decided to shower and as she came back to full wakefulness, so she became aware of the stiffness in her bones and the odd stab of pain from her still developing bruises. Her stiff joints gave a loud 'crack' as she straightened upright. She rubbed her neck with her right hand , causing another 'crack' from her tired shoulders and another stab of pain from her injured ribs. Yes, she needed that shower.

Her strength recharged by sleep, she pulled off the legs of her bodysuit, again with a wince, before she hooked her thumbs into each side strap of her panties and with a slinky wiggle of her exquisite hips wriggled them down to her knees before letting them fall loosely around her ankles as she stepped out of them and padded towards the shower, unclasping her bra as she did so.

As she felt the warm spray of droplets hit her smooth bronzed skin she closed her eyes. Though only some 18 hours ago she had stood here enjoying a shower before excitedly heading out on patrol, this time it was a very different Barbara Gordon who stood beneath the water now.

As she slowly moved her hands over her lean young body, she grimaced with pain as she found her injuries. As she looked down at her soft, tanned skin, she could see already the darker blue-purple-red-yellow patches of her bruises starting to emerge. She noticed to her horror tiny red half moon wealds around her aureoli. There were unmistakable bite marks around her nipples, and indeed all over her breasts. She was aghast. How could she have no recollection of such a thing happening? She had absolutely no notion of how they had gotten there. Her left ribs really hurt to even a light touch. She suspected that she had very badly bruised ribs, perhaps even straining the intercostal muscles between them. Hopefully not a fracture. Her lower lip and jaw were very tender and she noticed there were slight rope marks on her wrists, thin red welts that wrapped right around the joint with a fainter streak up the back of her hands. She stood transfixed, turning them slowly over in the water from the shower. The implications were unmistakable: she had been bound and hung by her wrists. She felt a lump in her throat and the first prick of tears at the corner of her eyes as she realized she remembered nothing of the experience. What on earth had happened to her? Why could she remember nothing? Surely it wasn't still due to the knockout spray attack she had suffered? As the spray of warm water struck her breasts, the sprays coalescing into rivulets that ran around the gentle curve of her bosom, gathering to drip from the bottom of each spectacular mound, she closed her eyes, allowing other flows to race down over her ribs, her abdomen, with some swirling into her navel whilst others raced on, forking into different streams; some that flowed down , over her hips and thighs and on down her legs over the curve of her calves and into the shower base; whilst yet other streams were drawn together, flowing towards each other, becoming bigger , stronger, faster, racing towards the gap between her firm thighs. But it was as the warm water flowed over her short, shaven bristles, up over the gentle slope of her magnificent mons pubis before finally streaming together into her cleft, arcing around her lips , and her fingers followed the same path after them as an army follows behind its scouts , that she made the terrible discovery.

"Aaaa...aaahhhhHHHHH!" she gasped, her mouth open in a hollow 'o' of pain, horror and shock, her eyes wide , her body stiff, her open mouth quivering, a lump in her throat and tears springing to her eyes as the awful truth hit her. For here, as her hand followed the path of the water, as her fingers pressed home on her womanhood, down here in her most intimate womanly place, here, too, she was tender and bruised. As the tears came she realized that she had been intimately violated.

Her lips quivered as she clamped her eyes shut, fighting back the tears and sobs that leapt from her throat. She slowly leaned back against the tiled wall before she braced her weight against her shoulders and slid slowly down to sit, dejectedly, in the pooling water, her hands hugging her knees as her forehead rested on her forearms, head bowed, heaving sobs making her whole body shake and convulse. With each spasm, her ribs screamed their own tortured agony. Just what had happened to her? She had to find out, she had to know the full extent of her shame. The answers were on the film in her Batbelt camera. She stiffled the tears, slowed her breathing, her sobbing; taking deeper breaths until she was calm again. Barbara Gordon stopped crying. Batgirl raised her head with her jaw set, a look of grim determination upon her beautiful face.

She would retrieve her belt and the sisters would be brought to justice for whatever appalling things they had done to her.

Very interesting!!

Part 7

Batgirl has discovered she has been assaulted, and has decided to head out to the Grace farm alone to recover her belt. Meanwhile Wonder Woman in her guise as Diana Prince is about to receive some alarming news...

Diana Prince had at least made it into her workplace at the new IADC field office in Gotham, not quite bright and early, more dim and late. Unlike Batgirl she had at least made it home in time for a few hours sleep in theory. In reality she had been up most of the night, her conscience troubling her over the way she had handled events. To preserve her secret identity she had unforgivably used her lasso of truth on her fellow crimefighter, forcing her to forget the night's events. Filled with regret , she had been restless, unable to sleep, wracked with guilt, until she finally nodded off just before the alarm woke her. She had dozed and then finally fallen back to sleep before she had awoken late, tired and weary, then rushed into work with a confused mix of thoughts and emotions on her mind.

She had just started to pull herself together when Dennis Calder , her temporary assistant but soon to be the Gotham section chief when she returned to DC, entered her office. He knocked politely and stuck his head through the door.

"You got a second? This isn't really for us but it just came in over the inter-agency comms. Local boys are after three gals who've been pulling off those bank and jewellery robberies-"

Diana smiled secretly to herself, no need to worry about those three particular madams anymore "- they were apprehended last night but escaped from custody." Calder finished.

She sat up with a start, as Calder continued.

"Ko'd Batgirl in the process according to this" he handed Diana the bulletin that had come in.

She took it, aghast, desperately trying to preserve her composure lest she made him suspicious.

"Is...is she o.k.? "she asked with concern.

"Think so." Calder answered indifferently. "No details on there. Asks all agencies to look out for them though. Understand they robbed her of that belt thing of hers. Got all sorts of gadgets and recording devices in there. Just wondered how you wanted to play it, do we put it on the national watch list or keep an eye out for it/them locally?"

But Diana, alarmed by first the attack on Batgirl then the mention of recording devices, wasn't listening. She read the report with increasing dread. No mention of how her young ally was .

"Mmm?" she said distractedly, as she realized Calder had stopped speaking and was awaiting an answer.

"National or local with it?" He asked again.

"Oh...er...local. Can you get on to Gotham P.D. , find out how Batgirl is?"

"Sure. You want lunch later?" He asked optimistically.

"Huh? Oh, ...er no thanks, I think I'll work through lunch and finish early if that's ok?"

"Hey, you're the boss - until next Tuesday" he smiled. She liked him, Diana decided. He was a decent, hard working, amiable guy.

As he closed the door with a wave, she sat back, pondering her options. Those non-superpowered crimefighters made up for it with their gadgets. She decided she would get IRAC , the agency computer, to utilize the intelligence satellite network, to look for any anomalous transmission signals in the Gotham area. She reasoned, correctly, that there was probably some kind of tracking device in the belt itself to allow Batman, Robin and Batgirl to keep track of each other. Yes, she would get IRAC to trace any odd signals and hopefully that would lead to the belt and possibly the Grace sisters. Then she would help to retrieve the stolen belt. It was, she felt, the very least that she could do for her young friend after the way she had treated her companion in the fight against crime.

Part 8

Diana has discovered the Graces have the Batbelt, which with its recording devices may well have revelations as to Wonder Woman's identity. For that reason and to make up for the assault she perpetrated on her fellow crimefighter, she has decided to use the IADC resources to try and track down the missing belt, and retrieve it for Batgirl. Meanwhile Batgirl is about to set out for the Graces farm...


Batgirl, now fresh from her shower and fully suited up for her endless battle against crime, double checked the transponder signal on her computer. Still emanating from the Grace's old fruit farm. She downloaded the data into her personal tracking device, winked mischievously at her pet canary Charlie, and entered the secret room in her apartment. She swung her leg elegantly over the seat of the Batcycle, grimacing slightly at the tenderness of her ribs. She was still sore and a little stiff.

She sat there for a moment and took a deep breath, which also hurt her a little. The whole issue with the memory loss; her sexual assault, it had badly shaken her confidence in her own abilities. Plus her fixation on officer Dalton - what the hell was she thinking? She couldn't possibly date him as Batgirl. She shook her head. More bad judgement on her part. Speaking of which, thank god she had removed the white chintz frill from the leg guard of her Batcycle. What the hell had she been thinking when she came up with that one? She sighed, then checked the bike over quickly before she slid the tracking device into its slot inside the knee guard coaming that covered her legs, fortunately now chintz-less. She checked the viewscreen on the wall to make sure the alleyway outside was empty, then gunned the engine into life, secretly relishing the thrilling feeling of the powerful motor as it hummed and throbbed beneath her legs, loving the sensations of the vibrations as they shook and spread beneath her. She pressed a button on the handlebar and a soundproofed section of wall folded flat to the floor of the alleyway. She revved the engine and sped off swiftly into the early evening darkness, the secret doorway closing behind her.

She was still three quarters of a mile from the Grace farm when she killed the engine, coasting the last few hundred yards up the rough , overgrown track before walking the bike forward on her tip-toes as she remained seated, until she was around 200 yards from the huddle of farm buildings. She had contacted the police en route and asked them to meet her in 2 hours time at the farm. That was 20 minutes ago now. That gave her half an hour to scope things out, then an hour for her to retrieve her belt and wrap things up once and for all.

Over to her left was a dilapidated, two storey farmhouse, in total darkness, seemingly deserted. Ahead of her was an equally run down wooden barn, with a long, more modern cinderblock building on her right, showing some lights, that abutted onto a much older, two storey wooden barn at the back. There were no animal sounds - no chickens, no cows, but then it had been primarily a fruit farm she remembered- and the whole place seemed deserted apart from the lights. After she checked out the house and run down barn ahead of her and found nothing, she approached the long cinderblock building.

She could see three motorcycles parked up in a lean-to adjacent to the building. With a love of speed and bikes herself she couldn't resist taking a closer look. Even in the twilight, they were beautiful machines. They were immaculately restored and maintained. A vintage 1967 Norton Commando in royal blue. A classic black Triumph Tiger from 1956. But the third took her breath away. A Parilla Wildkat from around 1965, an immaculate piece of Italian engineering, with red trim. She knew there were fewer than a hundred of these in existence and was genuinely impressed. Those gals may be twisted and evil but they knew their bikes. She made a mental note to give it a closer inspection (and maybe even take it for a spin!) once this was all over, and tonight's work was done.

As she crept around the odd building, a circuit revealed no other doorway other than the large double doors at the front . She listened. Vague, multiple voices and some music from inside, with more prominent chinks of light that grew ever brighter as dusk turned to night. She had seen that the girls had set up cameras around the warehouse in town, and she anticipated similar measures here. And she was not wrong. Using her infrared filter in her visor in the gathering gloom, she could see one mounted high above the front double doors, with a second monitoring the approach from the rear. Both were static, and there seemed to be nothing covering the sides of the building. She trotted silently up to one side wall, hugging it with her back to it and palms pressed against the wall she moved unseen towards the rear of the building. There were several opaque long plastic covered windows around 10 ft off the ground, each with a dull glow coming from them. As she neared the corner of the rear of the building the music and voices were much fainter. She reasoned, correctly, that the girls must be towards the front of the building and that therefore this was the ideal point to effect entry and surprise them. The cinderblocks gave way to a very run down wooden barn at the rear, with no obvious door. As she stepped away from the wall to better view her options she noticed an old hayloft hatch on the second floor, with an old hoist and pulley jutting out from above the opening on a metal girder. Ideal for her purposes. She took out her Batarang, attached a rope , stood poised for a second , then threw it expertly over the beam, though again the action caused a stab of pain to her bruised side. She tested it would hold her weight, braced herself against the wall and expertly walked herself up the 15 ft or so to the opening, hauling herself inside , though not without some discomfort. She flicked up the visor , waited a moment for her eyes to adjust to the gloom, and listened. The music and voices continued unabated. They hayloft itself headed back towards the front of the building for some 20 ft or so, before opening out into the main cinderblock construction which itself was around 50 ft long.

She suddenly froze. She had the sense of being watched from the darkness. As she turned her head slowly to look behind her, over her shoulder, she saw a pair of large green-yellow eyes staring at her expressionlessly . They chilled her to the bone. They were unblinking, compassionless. They were the eyes of a killer.

Nice. Really looking forward to the next parts.

Part 9

Batgirl has tracked her missing Batbelt to the abandoned farm, once the home of the nefarious sisters. But as she investigates the voices coming from one of the buildings, she realizes that she is not alone in the darkness of the old hayloft....


The yellow-green eyes just stared back at Batgirl, dispassionately. She could tell her life meant nothing to them. They were cold, focused on her, unblinking. They had clearly killed and killed again. Her mouth was dry, and as she tried to discern the build and frame of the stranger in the darkness, she held her breath, hardly daring to move less she provoked the assault that was about to come, as each second the attacker delayed allowed her more time to asses her options and try and work out who or what she was up against. The stranger seemed hunched; she could just about make out his round head and extremely narrow shoulders. He, like her, was low to the ground on the rotten wooden beams of the hayloft. She had just started to edge her right hand towards her reserve Batbelt and its Batarangs when the killer in the darkness made his move. He blinked and bobbed his head downwards. She let out a long , low, soft sigh of relief, as the barn owl went back to eating his supper, a hapless rat that lay dead, pinned beneath the owl's considerable talons. She had been genuinely frightened by the suddeness of the encounter, and now felt euphoric after her 'escape' from what she feared may be a fight for her life. She composed her self, blowing out her cheeks and releasing a slow-blown breath as she refocused her attention on the matter in hand - the Graces.

"Bon appetit' she whispered to the Barn owl as she edged across the old wooden beams of the hayloft, trying to minimize any creaking of the rotten floorboards. The owl seemed to nod in acknowledgement, as he bobbed his head again before dropping it to tear off another strip of meat from the hapless rodent. She made her way slowly, her body flat to the floor, creeping purposefully, moving with slow deliberation towards the edge of the hayloft , which opened out to overlook the rest of the cinderblock extension.

The radio playing helped hide most of the creaks she made as she inched her way to the edge to look down on the sisters below for the first time. The long extension spread out before her, a long conveyor belt running down most of its length. There were some old crates and tools, with a few work benches scattered periodically up and down its length against both walls. As she peered over the edge , carefully keeping herself just away from it lest she be spotted, her young face was lit by the reflected light shining up from the room below, revealing the excitement written on her features as the young girl looked forward to the struggle she was about to enter.

She was elated at the chance of the thrill of combat, of pitting her wits, physical skills and martial arts training against the criminal foes before her. As she peeked over the edge she could only see Faith and Hope, but she could hear Charity's voice from somewhere beneath her. She decided to edge forward to try and locate her before she dropped down the ten or twelve feet into the room to surprise and arrest them.

In the room below, Charity, after some dubious assistance from Faith who had clicked her broken nose into a slightly straighter position, was at least talking normally. She was looking plaintively at first Hope, then Faith.

"I know its busted, but it'll heal, right? It ain't so bad, is it? Sure it'll be ok, yeah? Won't it ? It doesn't look too bad, does it? Does it?" She asked again as Faith and Hope exchanged pained looks.

"Wwww-e-ell...." Began Faith, grimacing, her voice tailed off as she looked at her older sister. Her nose was red and swollen, with a crust of dried blood around the nostrils and a split across the bridge of the nose. Dark bruising had come out under each eye, and by tomorrow she would have two spectacular black eyes.

"It's....er....www-e-ell, you.....I mean..." Faith said awkwardly.

"You look like a big panda bear" said Hope brightly.

"Hope! Shush, you ain't helping!" Hissed Faith, smiling inspite of herself.

"That God-damned bitch!" Charity spat vehemently. " Oh, she's gonna pay for this and no mistake."

Faith, Hope and Charity had grown up on this farm and spent many hours playing and working in the older part of the building. They knew its creaks and groans. They knew the sounds it made in the strong winds; they knew the scurry of the mice and the scrabbling of the rats. They knew there was a barn owl, living somewhere in the rafters. And they also knew that someone had just shifted their weight as they crept forward on the rotten beams of the hayloft above them. The second of silence as the girls stopped talking and exchanged looks was largely masked by the sound of the radio. Charity resumed her speech, giving an air of normality to their actions . Whilst seemingly aimless , and still chatting , the girls had started to drift towards possible weapons, scattered around the barn. Charity walked into the cinderblock part of the building, where a long conveyor belt used to sort and grade the fruit for packaging, stood idle. Charity leaned against it, all the while decrying what infamy Batgirl would suffer at her hands, but there was now an old pitchfork within easy reach. Faith , muttering the odd word of encouragement, stepped over to an old, decaying cardboard box against a wall. Suddenly she cried out "Hey! My old bat! " as she gathered up a slender child's baseball bat with 'Babe Faith' painted on it in a child's scrawl along its length. "Remember this? Boy, we had some great times in here with this. How about you Hope, what you got there?" She nodded purposefully towards where a rusty spade was leaning against the wall with other discarded rubbish.

Hope followed her gaze before getting in on the act. "Oh my yes, I remember this!" She winked knowingly at Faith as she bent down - and retrieved a blue plastic bucket from next to the spade. Faith and Charity just stared at each other. Up above, Batgirl was completely unaware her presence has been detected. Now she can see all three sisters, she moved towards the edge of the hayloft. But before the Graces can surprise the intruder, and before Batgirl can spring down into the room below, fortune played a cruel trick on the young Guardian of Gotham.

As she moved forward to spring her supposed surprise, she gathered her legs beneath herself so that she was in a crouching position, but she received a nasty surprise of her own. As her weight gathered at one place the rotten wooden floorboards suddenly gave way, plunging Batgirl down into the room below, showered in splintered wood and broken beams, with a massive crash. The crimefighter landed heavily, sprawled on her left side, her ribs screaming their pain as they are struck and bruised once more. Stunned and surprised by the cruel hand fate had dealt her, Batgirl was further dazed when beams crash down upon her head and upper body. As the dust settled, and the barn owl hooted in alarm before flying off, the sisters, initially just as surprised as Batgirl, recovered quickly and closed in on the prone champion of justice. Lying face down, dazed and confused, Batgirl started to rise, pushing up her upper body with her palms, as the planks fall from her. As she realized her predicament, she shook her head to clear it and raised her face to look up - straight into the boot of Charity, as the elder sister landed a vicious kick to her jaw.

The crimefighter sprawled backwards with the force of the blow " Ooofff! Arrgh!" She cried as she landed again heavily on her injured ribs. She rolled over onto her stomach, wincing with the pain, and with a superhuman effort started to rise, pushing upwards with her palms again. But she could only take so much, and her strength finally failed her as she slumped face down unconscious. Faith rolled her body over with her toe, the heroine coming to rest flat on her back , arms spread wide.

The sisters stood over the defenceless body of the Angel of Gotham. Batgirl, out cold , was completely at their mercy. But the sisters are not renowned for their mercy.

"Well, well, well. So nice of you to drop in and see us Batgirl" Charity smiled down malevolently at the prone young heroine. "Revenge is gonna be so sweet...." The elder sister suddenly turned to Hope " You grabbed a freaking BUCKET????!!!!!. She sighed and shook her head.

"It's a blue one...." Hope said in a quiet voice. Charity looked back to the agent of the law lying at her feet.

"Yep....sooooo sweet. And painful". The sisters exchanged glances and smiled at each other.

Part 10

Batgirl, through a tragic twist of fate, has been captured by the Grace sisters and cruelly kicked unconscious. She lies senseless at their feet, powerless to stop whatever evil they have in store for her....


Charity, standing over the fallen heroine, smiled cruelly down at her arch enemy, tilting her head as she looked down at her. "This is quite a stroke of luck for us both, huh? I mean, you falling in on us like that. Good for us, bad for you." As she stood, hands akimbo, she viciously dug the heel of her thigh-high boots deep into Batgirl's crotch, deliberately seeking out the cleft between her legs and pushing it in that little bit deeper. Batgirl, lying senseless, didn't stir but beneath the mask a reflex frown of pain crossed her features, unnoticed by the sisters. Her lack of reaction prompted Faith to ask the question they were all thinking . " Maybe she's dead...."

"She'd better not fucking be!" Charity said anxiously, as she leaned over the body of the champion of justice. Detecting no sign of life, she straddled the young heroine before squatting down to sit on her abdomen. Bracing her body weight on one hand, she leaned forward over Batgirl's head. Gripping her jaw with one hand, she turned the face upright, squeezing the cheeks to open the mouth. " I got a way to check that's more fun than feeling for a pulse. A kinda kiss of life, you might say."

As Batgirl's purple lipstick-clad lips parted slightly in an extended 'o', Charity pursed her own lips, the corners of her mouth curled in a hint of a smile as she relished her task as, licking her lips she spat a large gobbet of saliva into Batgirl's open mouth. Though unconscious, the gag reflex kicked in and Batgirl's body spasmed slightly, with a small, choking cough.

"Oh, she's alive alright." Charity rose from her fallen foe. " Drag the bitch over here where the light is better." She strolled over to stand by the conveyor belt in the newer part of the building.

Faith grabbed the youthful crimefighter by the ankles and walking backwards, pulled her from the rubble beneath the collapsed floor of the hayloft.

"You could give me a hand here, you know, Hope?"

Her younger sister took a leg and together they dragged Batgirl into the newer addition to the building, her arms spread above her head as she was pulled over the metal grille that covered the floor around the conveyor belt, originally there to prevent the fruit packers slipping on dropped produce. When they reached Charity they dropped the ankles, before hauling the hapless guardian of the law half upright, holding her by her elbows, her head flopping down pathetically onto her chest. They lifted her higher, slightly, before kicking her legs around beneath her, then dropping the weight down onto her knees. Her arms hung limply down towards the ground, as does her famous cowl.

Charity stood before her, triumphant.

"Whachya gonna do to her Char?" asked Hope.

Charity pushed Batgirl's head back, by putting her palm on the forehead of the cowl. As Batgirl's neck arched back her mouth hung open, prompting Charity to again grab the law girl's cheeks, but this time she planted a slow, full, passionate kiss; biting Batgirl's bottom lip as she pulled away. Finally, there was a response on the crimefighters face - a flicker of pain.

"We could string her up?" Suggested Faith, looking at the small gantry hoist that runs on rails in the ceiling the length of the conveyor belt.
"Have a little fun?"

Charity looked over at the power tools on the work bench." I wanna chop the bitch up into little pieces and dump them on the steps of city hall." She said with feeling.

Both Faith and Hope looked at each other, pulling a face.

"I dunno, Char. Kinda messy." Said Faith diplomatically. " We could just strip her, leave her naked except for the cowl, but, and this is the good bit , how 'bout we blind her first? Drill her eyes out with that drill thing she had in her belt? Then we dump her blind and naked on the steps of city hall. How 'bout that?"

"Oh! I love it!!!!" Screamed Charity excitedly, clapping her hands.

"Oh , no wait, we only got the bikes, we got no way of getting her into town. Can't have her on the back, we'd have to tie her on, cops would be all over us when we try to drop her off." Faith pointed out.

"DAMMIT!" Charity screamed. "I loved that idea...." She looked longingly at the workbench. Her eyes settled on the circular saw. "Faith, you're the electrics whizz, you reckon you can get the conveyor belt working again?"

Faith looked dubious. "I dunno Char. I can get the power hooked up, sure, but you were always better at the mechanical side than me.
"Why?"

"Oh, let's just say I got an idea." She lifted Batgirl's chin with her index finger, then let the head fall down , her chin on her chest. "Tie her up. Then we can tie her down."

Oh Fck yes....i sense a buzzsaw scene cumming up soon! Love this!

Whatever gave you that idea? Tina, you must be psychic. Just a quick note about the next few posts, my take on the pattern cutter scene will be split in two/maybe three (just like Batgirl?) and one part has a song in it which I will be writing phonetically, as it is sung, so for example 'save' will be written as ' sayyyy-ve', so all spelling mistakes will be deliberate, I'm not just drunk. Although as I am writing it in a couple of hours when I come back from the pub I may well be, but its just a coincidence. .

Part 11.

Batgirl, captured and unconscious, is just coming to....

Even before she came fully to awareness, Batgirl could feel that something was very wrong. The left side of her ribs were in agony and as she remained motionless, listening, she tried to extend her rib cage, breathing deeply through her nose and open mouth, she was strapped down in some way. Her hands were tied at her crossed wrists, at the small of her back, her fingers pressed flat by her own body weight beneath the curve of her ass. That was what was wrong - the restraints. As her senses returned, she was aware of straps across her shoulders above her breasts; a strap at her throat; the one over her injured ribs; another between her shapely hips and her crotch ; yet another above her knees across her lower thighs; and a final one across her shins. She moved her wrists slightly beneath her body. Not finding what she was seeking, she wriggled her hips ever so slightly , but could find no trace of it: her Batbelt was missing. Under the strapping which seemed only to bind her to whatever hard surface she was lying on, she was also tied, and not just at her wrists. She could also feel much tighter bonds, probably ropes across her upper arms above the elbow, lashing them together, tight to her
sides.. More rope, tightly pulling her knees together, with a final bond at her ankles. She tried to flex her shoulders but the moment she did so the restraints across her delicate ribs caused a sudden stabbing spasm of pain that made her gasp in spite of her self.

"A-aaaaah..ah!" She gasped, drawing attention to herself. The Graces, who had been tinkering with something twenty feet away, came strolling casually towards her. Realizing the pretence was over, Batgirl opened her eyes, taking in her predicament. She was indeed tied and strapped down onto the long conveyor belt that ran two thirds the length of the cinderblock shed. She raised her head with difficulty, her chin on the strap at her neck, twisting and turning it to see as much as she could. She was facing feet first towards the front of the building. Over to her right was a workbench with some power tools and a large table adjacent to it against the wall. She could just make out her bright yellow Batbelt coiled up on the table with some scattered purple objects that she correctly assumed were the contents from her utility pouches. As Charity came into view , Batgirl could see that she was wearing one of her belts, presumably the one she had just removed.

Charity caught her gaze. "Oh, do you like it?" She twirled as if on a catwalk. "It's the latest craze , all the range in Paris, every girl should have one" she mocked. "One more and we'd have one each, eh girls?" She smiled to her sisters.

"I want one...." Said Hope petulantly.

"You can play with ours, when we ain't wearing them, ok?" Said Faith. "These are gonna be real handy when we go to work, eh sis?" She asked Charity.

"Yep, they sure are. Thank you so much for the gift, Batgirl" she stuck her thumbs into the belt and patted it with her loose fingers. "We're gonna have some real fun with these dtoys." She stretched her jaw , pulling a face until her nose made a painful click as it went back into place.

"Ya know Char, you should get that fixed...." Said Faith.

"We're wanted you idiot! We got no hospital to go to."

"They don't know its us...." Faith tailed off.

"Oh no? We left a freaking calling card at the robberies and this bitch and Wonder Woman seen us up close. Course they know who we are. How d'ya think she found this place, luck? We're outta here , first thing in the morning. But for now, we're gonna have us some fun."

She stood menacingly over Batgirls prone body. "Gonna be some payback for this, bitch." She flipped a thumb up towards her broken nose. "You're gonna wish you'd never come here tonight."

Batgirl was seriously wishing that already. She looked desperately around the fruit shed for any sign of possible aid, but found none.
Charity saw her searching gaze.

"This was Daddy's farm, but we didn't grow no fruits an' stuff. This shed is new...we grew up playing in the hayloft...." She was reminiscing, looking around the room but seeing events from long ago.

"I remember we had chickens," Hope said proudly.

"Yeah...we had lots of everything when times were good. The god-damned banks couldn't wait to lend Pop money then. Minute he actually needed cash they abandoned him. That's why we rob banks, to get even..." Charity continued.

"And the jewellery stores?" Asked Batgirl, contemptuously.

"Hey, a gal has to look her best" smiled Faith.

"Yeah...." Said Charity still miles away. " ....at the end of the day.....Daddy was a lousy farmer."

"Good with bikes though." Said Faith. "Like Charity, she's good with mechanical stuff. "Said Faith.

"And Faith is good with electrics and electronics." Charity returns the compliment.

"And Hope....well......we love Hope." Faith said awkwardly.

"Fascinating." spat Batgirl. "What are you going to do with me?" The police were due at any moment, the longer she could get them to waste time the better. The pain coursing through the left side of her body was almost unbearable. She suspected, correctly, that she had cracked several of her already bruised ribs. She knew, even if she were not tied down, in her injured condition she was no match for the three of them. She would just have to delay whatever they had planned -or endure it- until Chief O'Hara's men got here. Charity leaned close. "Well we were gonna really go to town on you . We were gonna blind you and dump you naked on the steps of city hall...." Batgirl swallowed hard, wincing at the pain it caused her . She never thought it would end like this. Laid low by a cruel trick of fate, overwhelmed whilst still dazed and now with some diabolical horror in store for her. Again she tried to delay.

"Like all duly deputised agents of the law, I've sworn a binding oath to protect it, to lay down my life if needs be, to preserve order and the legal system. I'm not afraid to die upholding justice. You may kill me, but others will take my place. You'll pay a heavy price for your crimes.....eventually" she said with as much defiance as she could muster. She had whispered the last word as the pain from talking and breathing had become too much for her. With all her might, she stiffled a sob, not wishing to give Charity the satisfaction of seeing her like this . The eldest sister put a finger to Batgirl's chin, pulling down slightly then sliding it up to rest on Batgirls bottom lip. She parted the lips slightly, seeing Batgirl's tightly clenched teeth behind the purple lipstick.

"Boy, this really grates with you, don't it?" She said, misreading the sign of pain. All the while she stood over her, Faith and Hope were tinkering with something at the far end of the conveyor belt. "Just about done, Char." called Faith. " But you're the mechanic, you'd best check it out."

The sisters swapped places, Charity disappearing from view as Hope and Faith stood one on each side of her. Batgirl, despite the hopelessness of her situation, still strained to see what Charity was up to . Faith pushed her flat. " Oh, don't you worry your pretty little Batbrain about that honey. You'll see soon enough. Right now, you need to worry about us...."

Faith and Hope giggled to each other as they started to mercilessly grope the defenceless young heroine.

Nice work Tallyho!!

Part 12

Batgirl after her attempt to retrieve her belt and apprehend the Graces has failed, has been kicked senseless and now she has awoken to find herself tightly bound and strapped to the conveyor belt in the fruit shed. Ominously, the Graces are building some nefarious device , and whilst Charity is adding the finishing touches, Faith and Hope mercilessly molest our brave young hero....


"Almost ready to slice 'n' dice!" cried Charity from somewhere beyond Batgirl's vision.

Faith brutally squeezed Batgirl's left breast, whilst Hope fondled the other. Batgirl winced, not from their insidious touch, painful as that was, but because Faith's forearm was resting across her cracked ribs. Stifling back tears of pain, the sisters saw it as her shame at her degradation. they delighted in her suffering and bizarrely, Batgirl found herself in the position of needing to prolong the agony, as the longer it delayed what Charity termed 'slice 'n' dice' the better as there was more chance of Gotham P.D. finally turning up.

Through gritted teeth, her face a mask of discomfort and defeat, her brow bearing a furrow of a frown beneath her cowl, her eyes beseeching, a mixture of pain and hatred, she nevertheless managed to hiss her defiance. "G-go...to hell....y-you evil....maniacs!" she managed to whisper but the effort exhausted her.

Hope and Faith began kneading her breasts, one each side of her , as Batgirl frantically twisted and writhed, impossibly trying to escape their lecherous advances. Hope, on the right, lightly ran her right hand down Batgirl's firm young body, over her hips and loins, down to the curve of her upper thigh, pressed tight against its neighbour by the bonds just above her knee. She slid her fingers and palm over the rounded fabric, slipping them down between Batgirl's legs forcibly , taking delight in the resistance offered by the straps and the ropes that tried to stop her.

She slid her hand up, with the pressure building as the legs widened at the groin and the gap was forced even tighter. As her fingers touched the torso she turned her hand, with some difficulty, delighting the villain, so her palm rested on Batgirl's body. She started to press the tip of her middle finger into the tough material, flattening the fabric of the Batsuit, pushing inwards. Although there was not much give in the tight fitting cloth, she could feel the hidden material of Batgirl's panties beneath it; she pushed harder , the heel of her hand squeezing the top of her mound as her fingers moved up and down, seeking out the slight give in resistance below the material that betrayed Batgirl's cleft, finding it and forcing a visible camel toe, much to Hope's delight and Batgirl's humiliation. But it was Faith's touch, groping her bosom with one hand whilst running her other lightly up and down the left side of her body, from her hips to her nipple, that was the problem. It was this act and the pain it generated that Batgirl found almost impossible to take, but it seemed to Hope it was her unseemly caress that was causing the discomfort .

The girls continued to molest and fondle her, kissing a desperately resisting Batgirl by cruelly holding her jaw open, their fingers digging like claws into her cheeks, preventing her from biting down , as they took turns, their tongues delving into the innermost recesses of her mouth. Batgirl, gagging on the contact and twisting her head , trying to breathe, became an unwilling participant in the act, but her reactions added to the girls enjoyment. But it was their elbows, in particular Faith's , accidentally resting and bumping into her injury, that caused the problem. As tears of pain pricked her eyes, and one sneaked out from beneath her cowl, the sisters laughed.

Just as she could take no more, Charity called out. "It's ready ! Let's go make us some Bat-baloney!!!"

Batgirl tried to raise her head to see just what Charity had in store for her, but the younger sisters and the tight straps held her down.

On the radio in the background the dj announced Elvis Presley was about to sing 'Suspicious Minds' much to Charity' s delight. "Oh that's good timing! This first verse goes out especially for you Batgirl, be sure to sing along"

Batgirl, momentarily confused, frowned before the King's voice filled the fruit shed.

'I'm caught in a trap!'

"Ooo-ooo-ooo" sang the girls, "C'mon, sing up!" cried Charity.

'I can't break out!'

"Ooo-Ooo-ooo"

Be-cause I--.

"--WE HATE you so much Batgirl!" The sisters drowned out the lyrics by adding their own.

The sisters fell about laughing, as Batgirl bit her lip in impotent frustration.

As the song continued, Charity sauntered over to look down on her powerless victim, running her finger up the length of Batgirl's leg, from the tip of her toe in her purple boots to the gentle protrusion of her pelvic bone at her hip. Then she slid her fingers and palm across the flat of Batgirl's stomach, causing the young hero to gasp in anticipated fear, the fear she was going to touch her ribs.

"Awwww, you frightened kiddo? Well, you fucking should be." She dropped her hand to Batgirl's groin and viciously grabbed her vagina, digging in her nails like the claws of a lion.

Batgirl grimaced, as through clenched teeth she snarled her defiance "You'll... pay... for this!"

"I doubt it. Because you, little hero, have anger issues. In fact, I can see that soon your going to be beside yourself with rage!" Laughing she turned to Faith. "Fire it up , sis. We get to watch her squirm, then we get to hear her squeal, then we get to see her squirt!"
Hope suddenly clapped "Oh, Ooo, Ooo I got an idea!"

"Oh, well done. " said Faith drily.

"Remember that song momma used to sing to us at bed-time?" Hope went on .

"You mean before Charity tried to burn her hair? She kinda stopped singing after that...."

"Yeah!" Hope leaned forward and covering her mouth with her hand whispered conspiratorily to Faith, as Charity listened.

"Oh I like that!!!" Charity exclaimed. She smiled down at the immobile crimefighter before her. "You go for it Hope, Faith and I will do the chorus, it'll be just like before they banned us from church, all of us singing together just like old times, a kinda death to music, ya might say".

Hope cleared her throat importantly as Faith threw a switch and the conveyor belt rumbled into life. As Batgirl trundled slowly forward the sisters gathered together alongside the workbench for a grandstand view. Faith threw a second switch, and a low whirr drowned out the radio, rising in pitch and intensity to fill the barn. Finally free to raise her head without being pushed back down, Batgirl struggled to see passed her feet, angling them, toes together, first left then right in her efforts to get a view of whatever fate awaited her. There was a rattling sound as the whirr rose in volume, becoming a metallic whine as the crimefighter finally saw what was making the noise some 15ft beyond her toes. A circular saw, mounted on a jerry built frame awaited her at the end of the conveyor belt. She swallowed hard as Hope began to sing.

"A-one, an a-two, an a-one-two-three.

Pack up all our cares an' woe,
We caught ourselves,
A superhero!"

"Bye , bye, Bat-girl!!!"

Charity and Faith harmonised, angling their heads together so that they touched at the temples, as the frantically wriggling Batgirl was drawn ever nearer the end of the conveyor belt and the terrible fate that the saw promised her

"She snuck up in our loft , you see
But it was rotten through
An' so are we!!"

"Bye, bye, Bat-girl!"

"No one's gonna come along an' sayyyy-ve you!
'Cos we got us a saw that's gonna
Slice you iiinnnn-two!

Now don't be alarmed, no don't take fright
But we're gonna watch ya
Die tonight

Oh, Batgirl!"

"I say Batgirrrl! " Faith and Charity joined in

"Batgirrrrrrl!!!!!!

BYYYYE - BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-EEEEEEE!!!!!!"

All three finished together as the belt carried Batgirl to within inches of the deadly spinning saw, clapping their callous performance.

As the crimefighter, wriggling and writhing desperately in her bondage, edged ever closer to certain death, she suffered a rare lapse in her heroic ideals .

"Oh, crap!" She thought.

I see that this is going for Batgirl from bad to verse. Not only is she in a death trap, but she has to listen to the Grace sisters up until the final cut.

Good work.

Great, great stuff Tallyho. Love the buzzsaw scene

Part 13

Batgirl, tied and strapped to a fruit conveyor belt and heading for the spinning blade of a buzz saw, finds herself in her darkest hour. The Grace sisters have gathered to witness her gruesome end, even serenading her with a bad rendition of ' Bye, Bye, Blackbird'. But as the blade draws closer and her end looks bleak, she attempts a dramatic escape....

All the while the conveyor belt trundled her to her doom, Batgirl had been desperately trying to escape. Her frantic movements on the conveyor belt had served a purpose. She had been overpowered by villains in the past and often they had bound her wrists behind her back. Realizing this, she had made a small , but significant addition to her cape. With Kevlar threads making it bulletproof, a light rubber layer to insulate her against electricity, and an inner lining of fire retardant yellow silk, her cape already served her well. But above the central curving arch of the hem, inside a small hand sewn Velcro fastened patch, was a tiny Stanley knife, just one and a quarter inches long, not surprisingly in the shape of a bat . The tiny bat body slid up to unlock it then across to the left to extend the minute blade from the left wing. She unpeeled the Velcro patch , hiding the noise with her screams and moans, but the whirr of the saw would have stopped the Graces from hearing. She was frantically trying to cut through the bonds at her wrists but was only partially through when the spinning blade started to whip at the soles of her boots. As the first metal prongs ripped and shredded the edge of her instep by the ball of her left foot, Batgirl let out an enormously loud , agonized scream.

"A-a-a-ahh-AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" her terrified cry filled the air.

"Ewwww! I can't look!" Cried Hope, turning away, burying her head in Faiths shoulder.

For Batgirl, life or death these last few moments had been all about timing. She had realised that with the blade mounted an inch or two above the conveyor belt, and being a curved rather than straight blade, the immediate threat was to any part of her body directly in its path, and two or more inches above the belt. Theoretically, she could align her legs either side of the thin blade and the only problem would be when it reached her groin. If her legs were not tied to each other. And if they were not strapped down. Her feet were only tied above her ankles and so consequently she could part her toes allowing her, with difficulty, to see the blade. If she was careful and timed it correctly, she would be able to get the blade to pass between her ankles, then her legs and to actually let the saw cut her bonds. The problem was that, from her prone position, it was difficult to raise her head and see over her splendid breasts, and thus it was extremely difficult to judge how far away from the blade her boots were, and consequently to know just when to part her feet. She could only do one thing. She had to touch the blade with the sole of her boot, preferably at the edge of her instep rather than her toes , as an error on her part would be less costly. Too much pressure, for too long and the blade would slice deep into her foot.

So all the while the belt rumbled on, using the multitasking abilities that all women posses*** , she had been working on cutting her bonds at her wrists, her own body shielding her actions from view. Once through them, she started on the strapping across her abdomen, cutting it almost through on her left side, away from the Graces. Her twisting movements, particularly arching her back and bracing her body weight on her head and shoulders, looked like the desperate writhing of someone physically trying to break their bonds by brute strength. The action had come at a price however, as the strapping had pressed heavily onto her injured ribs. Not all her screams of pain were forced. She had just started on the strap across her pelvis when she felt the first nicks of the blade at her feet.

Her scream was to deter the sisters from observing her too closely and sure enough Hope had looked away, but though the other sisters still watched, she was about to have a stroke of good fortune. As she parted her feet, the blade cut through the very edge of her boot, just at the ball of her left foot, and in the process nicked her flesh. There was a small spray of blood, just a few drops, and it stung like hell, but as an injury was exceptionally minor. But the sudden glimpse of red and with Batgirl's further blood curdling scream adding to the perception, it was enough to convince the sisters of worse to come. Faith closed her eyes whilst even Charity covered hers briefly.

Once she had felt the cut, Batgirl, screaming all the while, parted her feet at the 10 o'clock and 2 o'clock positions, lifted her ankles slightly and felt the blade shave through the tiny gap between her boots , slicing off minute strips of purple leather, barely missing her flesh. She felt the reassuring give in the cord as the blade made short work of first the rope at her ankle, then the strap above it. Had the sisters been watching they would've noticed the raised feet and the blade cutting the rope, but they were still averting their gaze . With her lower legs free, Batgirl could now angle her legs either side of the blade , whilst all the while she worked on cutting the strapping at her hips with her tiny BatKnife, again stopping when she was almost through. The knees would be difficult to free, but she had around 10-12 seconds before she needed to worry about that. Screaming again, she arched her back and with the knife in her right hand and the elbow still bent beneath her body, she bent her arm up towards her left shoulder blade, working on the rope that was binding her upper arms.

Charity risked a peek through her fingers covering her eyes. To her disappointment there was little blood, but judging by her screams, Batgirl was suffering and that was music to her ears. She watched as the saw blade reached her knees. Again there was a minor nick and squirt of blood, this time from the inside of her left knee. The reinforced costume at the knees, there for added support, gave Batgirl extra protection now and as she felt the first sting of the cut she was able to move slightly, so the padding at the right knee bore the brunt before the blade again sliced her bonds. The time had come to make her move as she was finally able to raise her knees, plant both feet flat onto the belt, either side of the blade , angle her head and with her hands on either side of her hips inch her way towards the saw, allowing the strap at her neck to slide over her cheek. Once free of that she pulled her head clear of the neck strap, dropping it back onto the now defunct strap and with her heels doing all the work she walked her body up the conveyor belt away from the saw, digging her heels into the belt as she wriggled her torso beneath the remainng strap across her midriff. Once she had pulled her hands free, she cut through the strap and rolled off the conveyor belt to her left, away from the sisters, so the conveyor was between her and them.

Charity, realising she had been cheated of her grisly fun, rushed at her but was too late, finding the conveyor belt in her way.

"Girls!" She barked, as her sisters looked on to see their victim had avoided the blade.

"FUCKING BITCH!!!!" shouted Faith as she grabbed her baseball bat and ran for the far end of the conveyor belt, rounding it to appear on Batgirls right, as the crimefighter stood , her ass resting on the belt as she flung off the strands of rope, her back to the sisters. Charity had darted back to the table to gather her pitchfork, as Batgirl used the respite to cut through the remaining ropes at her upper arms and dust herself down. Charity ran around the opposite end to Faith, as Batgirl turned to face the belt and Hope still by the bench, Faith now to her left, Charity to her right. As Hope ran around the end towards Faith, Batgirl , with sisters either side of her , decided to throw them a curve ball by again turning to put her back to the belt, then backing up slowly, hiding the pain each breath was causing her due to her injured side, until she felt it touch her ass again. As the sisters came at her, with a girlish giggle of glee, she fell backwards , kicking up with her legs, turning and rolling over to her left with the belt beneath her, to spring up lightly onto her feet on the other side , again placing the belt between her and them.

But, as she skipped deftly onto her feet, facing the belt and the sisters, mouth open in a smug grin of triumph and hands confidently on her hips, she suddenly let out a blood curdling scream of pain.
And this time there was no pretence.


*** erm....yeah...plot device :^o

I'm guessing there's still Hope. That blue pail wasn't so lame.

Excellent work!!

Oh my god that is fkng awesome!

Part 14

Batgirl has evaded the deadly fate the sisters had planned for her at the blade of a buzz saw. But as she skipped up lightly onto her feet, the conveyor belt now between her and the sisters, she let's out a terrifying scream of anguish...


"AAAAAAAAA-AAAHHHHHH!" she sagged as all strength left her body . Her left leg, injured slightly at her foot and her knee by the saw, collapsed under her, but it was the crippling agony of her ribs, sending paralyzing shock-waves of intense pain down the left side of her body that completely sapped her strength. The pain was unbearable as she swayed back , clutching her side , before pitching forward, staggering to reach the support of the conveyor belt , leaning heavily with her right forearm upon it. Each breath was excruciating; she found to her horror she couldn't breathe as normal, but had to take sharp , shuddering gasps, each intake of breath expanding her rib cage and causing new waves of agony to wash over her. She bowed her head , grimacing, eyes screwed up tight against the torment.

The Graces, again rushing around the ends of the conveyor belt in pursuit of their quarry were dumbstruck by the scream, when no one had touched her.

"Hey.....hey SHE'S HURT! SHE'S HURT!!!!" Charity crowed with glee.

Batgirl, her face a mask of agony, is grimacing, reduced to drawing in painful draughts of air through gritted teeth. Tears of pain are at the corner of her eyes, clamped shut as she struggles to cope with her suffering. She opens them to blurry slits that can barely focus on her surroundings through the sickening waves of strength sapping agony.

As Faith rounded one end of the belt she spied her younger sister Hope and skidded to an unsteady halt in her high heeled boots on the metal grilled floor surrounding the conveyor belt.

" Hope! Again with the bucket? What the hell is the matter with you? Get a real weapon!" She yelled, as Charity rounded the other end, closing in on Batgirl with a pitchfork.

"Buckety is a proper weapon, so there. He'll fix her, you'll see."

"'Buckety?' You've named your bucket 'Buckety'?" She asked incredulously. "Hope, you can't call it 'Buckety'."

"Can too." Hope says defiantly. "It's a good name, an' me an' ol' Buckety here, we will get her good" she brandished the blue plastic pail.

"You can't name it that! It's stupid! It's a stupid weapon anyways with a stupid name. YOUR stupid! You can't name a weapon like that, its dumb."

"You did, you named your bat 'Babe Faith'."

"I was SIX!!!!!" Faith screamed at her.

"For Fucks sake CAN I GET A LITTLE ASSIST HERE, P-LEASE!!!" Charity's voice cut in.

As her sisters had bickered, she had rounded the belt and lunged at the crippled crimefighter with her pitchfork. Batgirl had turned in the nick of time, managing to bring up her right arm as she rolled over onto her back, pushing the deadly prongs over her torso. But as she grabbed the shaft , forced to use her weakened left arm also , she found Charity Grace pressing down on the shaft, choking her, her face only inches from the still spinning blade as her back is forced down onto the conveyor belt. Batgirl could barely keep the wooden handle from crushing her windpipe, but as Charity leaned in close, grinning maniacally, Batgirl spotted her broken nose. She quickly raised her head to plant a light butt on the damaged appendage. Though there was little force in the blow her damaged cartillage was extremely sensitive and Charity reeled back with a yell.

As the criminal's grip was loosened, Batgirl wrestled the pitchfork from her, delivering a light glancing blow to the side of the Grace girl's head with the handle, spinning her away. Barely able to stand, she used the last of her strength to ram the pitchfork into the rig supporting the blade, pushing the whole thing over. The saw skewed into the conveyor belt, cutting through the rubber and into the metal support beneath, where it lodged. With it still trying to spin the locked blade, the ancient motor started to whine ever louder as blue electrical smoke started to billow from it, before ending its life with a loud bang and a flash of blue sparks then finally falling silent.

But now, as Batgirl lay panting in agony, her upper body half sprawled across the still trundling conveyor belt, all three sisters surrounded her once more. Batgirl straightened to face the new threat as best she could , leaning her ass on the edge of the conveyor for support. She couldn't help feeling that, if the police didn't arrive soon, then there may not be a Batgirl left to find....

Somebody please help BG!!!

Part 15

Batgirl, injured in the fall through the hayloft floor finds herself cornered, barely able to stand without support, her back to the conveyor belt as the Grace sisters surround her...


Charity was to her right, Faith and her baseball bat in front  and Hope with her blue bucket on her weakened left side. Batgirl, gritting her teeth as she fought through the pain, assessed the respective threats. Hope , although on her weakened side, being armed with 'Buckety' she viewed as the least of her worries, literally. She had successfully disarmed Charity of her pitchfork, but the biggest of the sisters was still formidable. But it was Faith, armed with the bat that was the foremost threat.

With her left arm clutching her injured side and each shuddering breath agony, Batgirl quickly realized that in her debilitated state she stood little chance of taking them all down without her utility belt. With Charity wearing one that she had stripped from her when she was unconscious, that left her other one, taken from her the previous day, on the workbench behind Faith. She could see some of the contents strewn across the surface, but her Batsleep spray was not one of them. Her only hope was to fight her way through the sisters to her belt, retrieve the spray and thus even up the odds. But somehow she didn't think Faith was going to make it easy for her...


Diana Prince slammed her palms down on the steering wheel in frustration. She was literally stuck, in traffic. It seemed Gotham PD had accidentally raided a farm up the road only to find a large narcotics factory. The ensuing gun battle had escalated, to the extent that vast reinforcements of police , SWAT teams, helicopters and DEA agents had been pouring into the area for the last 40 mins. Whilst the Grace farm was outside the police cordon, the road leading to the farm looped inside the cordon then back out again. With all traffic stopped, Diana found herself unable to go forward, yet as they were insisting all civilians remained in their vehicles she was stuck. Unfortunately for her she had forgotten her IADC id.  Finally she had enough. She left the car and headed towards the sergeant at the roadblock.

"Whoa there, ma'am return to your vehicle, please, for your own safety. We have a situation here. It's not safe ma'am , you have to return to your vehicle" the edgy officer was already reaching for his weapon.

"I have to get through , I'm Diana Prince of the IADC. I don't have my ID but if you contact Steve Trevor at IADC HQ he'll vouch for me." she handed the sergeant the number and reluctantly he contacted the agency.

"Er...Agent Steve Trevor? This is  officer James Munroe out of 13th Precinct GCPD. We got a....Diana...Prince here, claims she works for you....about 5-10, late twenties....dark hair...brown eyes ...pony tail...glasses...er...well yeah, she is kinda hot-" Diana found herself blushing, smiling secretly. So Steve did view her as a woman after all, not just a colleague. "Your ID badge number ma'am? " She told him, and he repeated it down the radio. " Er...ok....ok, sir, right away!" He waved to the other patrolmen "Let this one through! She's IADC!"
Diana returned to her vehicle, with an amused air. Not quite a waste of time then. She had learned that Steve thought she was hot. She drove through the roadblock and headed for the Grace farm exit, little realizing that the police were supposed to have hit the Grace farm too but had taken a wrong turn that led them to the drug factory. She toyed with the idea of helping them as Wonder Woman, but with all that automatic firepower on both sides she was seriously at risk. She could handle one or possibly two automatic weapons but with the shear quantity of arms involved she too would be vulnerable. It was better to let the negotiatiors handle it, at least until she knew she was needed. Plus she had a strange feeling, be it a sixth sense or a woman's intuition that she was desperately needed at the Grace farm.
She just didn't know why...  



Batgirl , jaw grimly set, took a hesitant step towards Faith. In a desperate gamble, she would try to fight her way through the sisters to access her original belt and retrieve the Batsleep spray. The action prompted Hope to spring forward, wildly swinging the bucket by the handle. Batgirl easily ducked below the pail, though with no small cost to herself in pain. Her failure to connect a blow unbalanced Hope , a state of affairs not helped by the thin metal grille on the floor around the conveyor belt. As she teetered, Batgirl grabbed her wrist holding the bucket and using the girls own unbalanced momentum threw her into Charity , the two colliding and collapsing in a heap. Faith now stepped forward swinging her bat at Batgirl's head. Batgirl again managed to duck beneath the blow, but the effort of bending double to do so cost her dear. As she straightened and landed a clubbing blow with laced fingers, propelling Faith into the conveyor belt, she felt a knife like stab of pain rip through her side. Gasping tight breaths to minimize the hurt, she stumbled forward, landing on her forearms on the workbench. A quick glance confirmed that her knockout spray was not among the items removed and strewn over the bench top. With mounting optimism she scrabbled in the third pouch on the right side of the buckle...And then her world turned blue.

Can't wait to see whats next

Part 16

Batgirl, badly injured, has fought her way passed the Grace sisters to try and retrieve her Batsleep spray from her stolen Batbelt. But as she frantically searched the pouches for the spray her vision is suddenly obscured by a wall of blue...

Of all things it was Hope and her blue bucket that proved Batgirl's undoing. She had recovered quickly from the collision with Charity, and this time rather than swing 'Buckety' she had put him over Batgirl's head, landing a cowardly punch to Batgirl's exposed back in the bargain. Temporarily blinded, Batgirl flung off the plastic pail but arched suddenly as Hope's blow connected. She spun to her right a full 180 degrees, landing a backhand that sent Hope flying. But the wrench to her side crippled her, and she fell back against the bench on her elbows, slumped like a drunk holding up the bar. Fighting back tears of pain, her breath came in sobbing gasps as she turned back to the bench and her search.

"Ah..ah...ah...AAaah" she uttered through gritted teeth. But now her movements were, literally, painfully slow. Hope's attack and her reduced mobility allowed both Faith and Charity to close on her. Faith spun her around by her right shoulder with her left hand, landing a right cross to Batgirl's jaw. Batgirl fell back against the bench as Charity drew back her arm to land a punch of her own. But Batgirl's resilience caught her by surprise as the crimefighter swiftly brought up her left foot to land a kick to Charity's gut. But the effort cost her dearly as she slumped back against the bench, panting in agony, clutching her side. In the background the DJ on the radio announced the start of a 70s medley.

Faith stopped in her tracks and smiled."Oh, honey....you're fucked!" she said with relish. "Any last requests?" she nodded her head to indicate the radio show.

Batgirl, grimaced, fighting back tears of pain, but said nothing.

All three sisters gathered around her, Charity straightening up slowly, holding her stomach.

"Who's gonna save you now, huh, Batbitch?" she spat.

"P-police..on their...way" Batgirl stammered, short of breath, desperately wishing it were true.

"Yeah, right..." sneered Faith.

But as the sisters moved to finish her off, an eerie wailing filled the fruit shed.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaa-oooooooooooooooo". It was the sound of police sirens.

The sisters froze, exchanging looks as Batgirl rallied.

"That's right ladies! The police! Give it up! Chief O'Hara's men wi-- "she cut off abruptly as the sound changed.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaa- oooooooooooooooo" the sirens sounded for a second time before they were joined by an ever growing backbeat.
'Da-da-da-da,dum-dum-dum, da-da-da-da,dum-dum-dum, da-da-da- Ah-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ah-hhhhhhhhhhh!'

"The cops are out for 70s Brit glam rockers The Sweet and their hit 'Blockbuster'!" Declared the DJ as the sisters broke into enormous grins.

"It's the radio! It's a fucking song!!!" Faith declared gleefully as Batgirl, her hopes crushed, visibly slumped in disappointment.

"Oh, you poor fucking sap. You were saying? Something about that Irish halfwit O'Hara? Oh deary, you must be devastated, hmm?"
With one last effort , Batgirl sprang forward, lashing out with her right foot into Hope's belly, while swinging a powerful right into Faiths jaw, spinning her away to slump into the conveyor belt.

She blocked Charity's haymaker with her left, feeling the stab through her side again, then brought the heel of her own right hand up under the crook's chin. She turned back to the bench, but again she was slowed by her condition, half limping forward to scrabble in the pouch for her Batsleep spray. As she located the correct pouch, she thrust her hand in - to find it empty. Again, her hopes were dashed, and crestfallen she realized she was at their mercy. This time, the left hand on her right shoulder that spun her around belonged to Charity.

"Looking for this, Batbitch?" In her other hand she held the sleep spray.

As realization dawned on Batgirl of what was about to happen she can just manage a look of shock and horror before a beseeching plea crosses her features, unbidden, a reflex reaction as Charity pushes the atomizer top down.

"M-my own Batspray!" Batgirl gasped as the hiss of Batsleep hit her full in the face. Her eyes fluttered as she frowned aghast, with no breath even to cough as her head fell back. She staggered forward a few steps, collapsing between the sisters, who parted to let her body fall helplessly to the floor, landing face down with a rattling clang on the thin metal grille that surrounded the floor around the conveyor belt.

Charity hooked her toe under Batgirls bent left elbow, and rolled her over onto her back.

"Now...what shall we do with you, hmm?" she smiled.

Was the buzzsaw running this whole time? Someone could have gotten hurt. I love the story.

vampiv wrote:Was the buzzsaw running this whole time? Someone could have gotten hurt. I love the story.

Thank you very much Vampiv, but rest assured the buzzsaw went bang at the end of Part 14. ( you must've missed it)
Glad you like it, its a continuation of my 'Coup de Graces' story , in case you might want to read that but haven't yet.
I'll take this chance to thank all other posters for their words of encouragement, it really means a lot to know its being appreciated. Bit more of a sexual element coming in soon for those who've been patiently waiting for it.

Next post will be up Sun/Mon
Thanks again all.

Part 17

Batgirl has been rendered senseless by the Grace sisters, using her own Batsleep knockout spray...




Charity squatted over the motionless body of the young crimefighter. Batgirl lay, her upper body face up, twisted at the waist so  her legs were resting one upon the other, her knees slightly bent , her right thigh on the metal grille on the floor. Charity gripped her chin with thumb and forefinger, and shook the young girls head contemptuously.

"Ye-essss, what shall we do with you?" Charity mused.

"She can't hear you Char, she's asleep" said Hope helpfully.

Faith uttered a world - weary sigh,

"She knows sweetie, it was a rhetorical question"

Hope looked blankly back at her.

"A ..question just to herself" Faith explained.

"Like...like a robot?" said Hope.

"WHAT? Oh, god. Yeah...yeah she was pretending to be a robot." Faith rolled her eyes as she and Charity exchanged looks.

"Can I decide what we do, robot Charity?" Hope asked her sister.

"Here we go..." Charity said under her breath."Sure. Go for it." She turned to Faith. "Remember when she broke a hole in the fence so a bee could fly out of the garden ? This should be good..."

"Hey I was a kid then...I know I should've opened the gate..." Hope said defensively.

"Go on then...what we gonna do?" Faith pushed her.

"Wh-hy don't we...torture her with her gadgets from her belts?" Said Hope uncertainly.

Faith and Charity stared at each other.

"Hope, " Charity began, "you're a genius!"

"I ain't living in no lamp..." Said Hope, slightly wary.

"You don't have to sweetie. I love that idea! Let's get started" Charity declared.

There was a muffled sound of female heels on concrete, not unlike the sound a large Amazon woman might make if she jumped into the room from the hoist hatch in the hayloft above.

"GET AWAY FROM HER YOU CREEPS!" Wonder Woman commanded imperiously.

"Wow! Robot Charity, you said that without moving your lips!" Said Hope, impressed.

"And in an instant, normal service is resumed..." said Charity under her breath. "I didn't say it Hope...that bitch did..."

The sisters turned as one to see the tall figure of the Amazon standing at the edge of the metal grille at the far end of the conveyor belt, which was still trying to trundle on, hampered by the saw blade embedded at its end. 

"Kill that damned conveyor belt Faith, no use to us now. And then...we'll kill HER." She gestured at Wonder Woman. Faith dutifully trotted over to a double socket in the wall by the bench near the floor, where two plugs were housed, unplugging the left socket. She stared for a moment at the plug on the right, still switched off, looked over her shoulder at Wonder Woman and smiled, slyly, before rejoining Charity. Leaving Batgirl , Charity palmed the Batsleep spray, nodding her intent to Faith, who winked back. Oblivious to their intent Wonder Woman stepped purposefully towards Batgirl's body, warily keeping the conveyor belt to her left as the sisters fanned out to partially encircle her.   

"You could make it easy on yourselves by just giving up you know..." Wonder Woman nonchalantly suggested, keen for any distraction to the sisters intent so she could assess the true state of her crime fighting ally.

"Ok, sounds good." said Hope much to everyone's surprise.

"Hope, we ain't giving up!' cried Charity, exasperated.

"That's the spirit Char, you're a real trooper" Hope smiled.

"Look. Just get her, ok.?" Faith nodded her head towards the Amazon.

"Righty-oh. Me an' Buckety will sort her out."

"Buckety?" Wonder Woman asked incredulously, all the while moving nearer her fallen colleague.

"She...er...she named her bucket..." Faith said , rather embarrassed.

"Hope, look, when you gonna say something you think is important, just stop a second, ok? I'd like you to just stop, count to 5 and think about it while you are counting, then if you still want to say it, go ahead, ok.? Will you do that for me?" Faith asked her younger sister.

Hope nodded slowly.

"Great ! Now lets get this fucking whore!"Faith started for the Amazon.

As the sisters bickered, Wonder Woman had reached Batgirl's body and, never taking her eyes from the trio, had felt for her pulse. With great relief, she had found one. She straightened up now, standing over the body of her fellow upholder of the law, assuming a fighting stance. Prompted by Faiths move, Hope suddenly darted in from Wonder Woman's left, wildly swinging the pail, closely followed by Faith closing in from Wonder Woman's front armed with her baseball bat. Waiting for the two to distract the Amazon so she can close and use the Batsleep, Charity hung back slightly.

Wonder Woman blocks the swinging bucket with her outer left forearm, bringing the heel of her right hand into the young woman's jaw an instant before she has to duck beneath Faiths' baseball bat. As she rises she swings her right arm, fist clenched into Faith's exposed side, knocking her sideways into her older sister. As the two elder Graces collapse in a tangled heap, with Charity cursing, Wonder Woman moved to get Batgirl out of harms way, but the sisters recovered quickly and the Amazon only partly lifted her before the sisters were on her again. She quickly but carefully lowered the purple-blue clad body down again, flat on the metal grille, before the Graces can strike. This time Hope finally connected with 'Buckety' but as its only a small, blue, empty plastic bucket it had no effect but just bounced of the Amazon's shoulder, much to Hope's surprise, with a slight 'TWANK' noise.

As Faith tried to bring her bat vertically down on Wonder Woman's skull, the Amazon backhanded Hope clean over the conveyor belt before catching the bat with her right hand. Wrenching it from Faiths' grip with ease, she tossed it away. But her sisters' attacks have given Charity time to close with the Batspray . Yet as she brought her arms up intending to deliver her treacherous attack, Wonder Woman again grabbed Faith, this time by her wrists and flung her into her older sister.

"Goddammit!" Charity declared as again the two collide in a heap.

"Will you stop landing on ME!" She shouted as Faith shook her head to clear it, before whispering under her breath.

"Follow me in Char, stay close then sock it to the bitch, I'll take one for the team."

Hope, recovered, launched herself at the Amazon's back, jumping off the conveyor belt to cling around the tall woman's neck. Gripping her wrists, Wonder Woman bent double, rolling Hope forward over her head and shoulders to land flat on her back on the concrete floor, clear of the thin metal grille around conveyor belt.

Faith landed a clubbing blow with laced fingers onto the Amazon's exposed shoulder blades, whilst she was still bent double. Though she delivered the blow with all her strength, Faith's attack was little more than an annoyance.

As Wonder Woman straightened, unfazed, Faith swallowed hard.

"Oh, crap!" She uttered as the Amazon gripped her at the right shoulder and left hip and hurled her across the room, to land heavily on her side, sliding to come to rest up against the wall by the side of the bench. Winded by her landing on the concrete, she slowly pushed herself into an upright sitting position, next to the wall socket, panting for breath.

"Go....go...go get her, Char." She said with little conviction, eyes half closed as she tried to recover.

But Charity was now on the Amazon, grabbing her hair behind the right ear and jaw line with her left hand, Charity raised her right arm clutching the sleep spray.

At the last moment, Wonder Woman got a glimpse of realization that she was in danger as the arm came up and she just managed to grab Charity's wrist with her left hand. But before she can apply her superior strength to throw her back Charity forced the spray to within inches of her face and pressed down on the dispenser.

An instant before the spray hit home, Wonder Woman managed to push up Charity's wrist, deflecting most of the fine mist up into her hair and above her head as she clamped her mouth firmly closed, pinching her nostrils together as much as she could, whilst dipping her head to avoid the main force of the spray.

Whilst it stung her eyes slightly she was able to hold her grip on Charity's wrist, holding her arm rigid and straight, above her head, forcing the crook to dispense more of the spray harmlessly up into the air towards the ceiling.

Blinking as she recovered, she was finally able to grab the criminal with her right hand under the armpit and fling her away from her. Charity sailed through the air to land at the opposite end of the bench to Faith.

But as Wonder Woman again bent down to tend to Batgirl, Faith, still sitting back to the wall, by the bench, barked a warning.

"HOLD IT, IRON TITS! One more move and you two are toast" she spat, every second recovering, as were her two sisters.

"Really? I'm kinda tired of your tricks ladies. You want round two? Let's dance". Wonder Woman had quickly assessed the threat the sisters posed. Hope and Charity were groggily on all fours, whilst Faith lay slumped, sat against the wall. She was determined to wrap this up quickly so she could get treatment for Batgirl.

" This place was a fruit farm..." Faith continued." 'Course some of it would often fall off the conveyor belt...and that would attract vermin....Luckily for us, though, the guy who owned it had a solution..." She had reached for the double socket on the wall as she spoke and now she flicked the socket on the right into the on position.

Wonder Woman froze aghast as she could feel the first tingling then instantly painful sensation of the current moving through her body, coming up through the metal grille she was standing upon. Her legs were frozen in place; slightly bent; her upper body was shaking violently as the electricity poured through her; her hands quivered with the shock as her eyelids fluttered rapidly totally beyond her control. She wasn't even able to scream as all that comes from her mouth was a pathetically pained "A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah!" as the charge courses through her, ripping its way mercilessly through every cell, every fibre of her being. Batgirl too suffered, her prone, unconscious body quivering, her back arching, her ass and the back of her head still in contact with the grille as her shoulder blades lifted from the ground. It was only her prone position and the insulation against such a shock built in to the fabric of her Batsuit and cape that kept the young girl alive.

The shock would have killed any normal woman, but Wonder Woman's superior Amazonian physicality saved her now, until Faith finally flicks the off switch on the socket.

"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah, ah..ahhhhh....ugh!" Wonder Woman gasped as the current stopped. She pitched slowly forward onto her knees, her upper body shaking with the impact as she dropped, her stupendous breasts oscillating as the force rolled upwards through her body. Her eyes finally rolled up in their sockets as she collapsed face down, her upper body draped pathetically over the body of the young girl she was trying to save, her fingers still twitching. Batgirl, lying beneath her, is still.

Charity rose slowly to her feet, swiping her hands against each other rapidly to remove the dust from the floor. Beaming a cruel smile she looked over at Faith.

"Good job sis!" she said delightedly.

i'm shocked by this twist. Keep it up.

Awesome

Part 18

The Grace sisters have electrocuted Wonder Woman and Batgirl, and now are about to decide their fate.



"Great job, Faith! How d'ya know about that electrified grille on the floor?" Charity asked her sister.

"Found the power cable when I was getting the conveyor started. Figure the guy who took over the place must've switched it on at night, keep the rats down. Pretty neat ,huh?" Faith stood , hands on hips, looking down at the fallen heroes, slumped over each other.

"Better than neat, just freakin' PERFECT! Two captured saps for the price of one! This couldn't 've worked out better if we'd planned it this way! If the cops show up now we got insurance, we got a way out! An' best of all...tonight....we can do ANYTHING we want to them...ANYTHING at all...." Charity smiled cruelly down at the helpless heroes at her feet.

"They still alive?" Faith asked, suddenly a little nervous. "I mean...great if we have topped them, obviously,but....cops ain't gonna rest until they got us if we have....its different to when we was gonna ice 'em before, in the warehouse,then no one knew it was us...an' we would tell the underworld after we got away...Cops turn up now, an' they're dead at our old farm..."

" These two do-gooders take a lot of killing...They're alive alright. But you're right. We ice 'em an they trace it to us, we'll never hear the end of it. Be lucky if we get out of the city, let alone the state. But I wanna see these whores beg before they die... So here's what we do....we use 'em an' abuse 'em for a while,  we got no where else to go  til morning, then we slice 'n' dice 'em  with  dad's old combine harvester that's still in the other barn. Cops will never recognize the bits. If they show up an they're still alive we can bargain our way out, if the cops don't show, we kill 'em an' then skip town in the morning."

"You really think the cops are on their way, Char?" Faith asked worriedly.

"That dumb ass Batgirl thought they were anyways, and she's too goody two shoes to lie. But if they were, they should've turned up by now...plus we got nowhere else to go. Plan always was to hole up here tonight...we'll stick with it. They'd've showed by now if they were coming."

"Well then...times a-wastin'!" Faith grabbed the luckless Amazon by one elbow as Hope grabbed the other and together they dragged her limp body off Batgirl's still form, callously dumping her body face down onto the grille.

Charity looked up at the small hoist hanging at head height from the ceiling, used for moving the packaged fruit. "Stick her up there..." She fished in a pouch of the Batbelt she was wearing , and tossed a pair of Batcuffs to Faith, who caught them deftly, one handed. "Tie Batfucker to the belt, you can use that gold rope of Wonder Tits' there. Then I reckon we do as Hope suggested...we torture the bitches with all these wonderful toys in Batgirl's bat belts!"

"Ooooo I like the sound of that!" cooed Faith. Rolling Wonder Woman's body over onto her back Faith pulled the golden lasso of truth from the clasp at her right hip. Grabbing Batgirl by the wrists whilst Hope seized her ankles they swung the body of the senseless heroine up onto the conveyor, none too carefully. Batgirl's head clipped the side of the belt with a thud and Gotham's protector groaned feebly. Looping the lasso around her wrists, Faith suddenly stopped.

"We are gonna have us a little girl-on-girl later, right?" Faith asked of her older sister.

"Sure. If cops show up now it'll be a dawn raid. We'll clear out way before then." Charity answered. Hope sat on the belt then rolled over to the far side, standing now on Batgirl's left.

"Been thinkin', be easier if we strip her now before we tie her up is all..." Faith uttered.

"Go for it!" Charity crowed with delight. "But leave her mask on...I think its kinda sexy...an' put her gauntlets back on her ...I love the feel of satin on my skin , be a real turn on when I rub up against her."

"Does this stripping an' re-dressing her seem familiar to anyone else? Like we done it before...its one of them Dave moments...." Hope piped up.

"'Dave moments'? I know I'll regret this , but.... What the hell is a 'Dave moment'?"  Asked Faith.

"I think he's this psychic guy, Dave Jarvoo, he sees the future."

"Oh dear lord. She means deja vu" Faith rolled her eyes heaven wards.

"That's who I said it was , Dave Jarvoo. Anyway , anyone else getting a Dave moment here?" Hope looked at her sisters expectantly.
Faith ignored her and turns to Charity.

"Matricide is killing mom, patricide is killing dad, fratricide is killing your brother. What would they call it if we killed her?"

"Justified" Charity answered drily.

Faith laughed, then seeing her little sister's uncertainty moved to reassure her.

"We just kiddin', Hope. I know what you mean though, it does seem like we done this before...but we never got the chance last night did we? But...I dunno feels weird..."

"Can you two bimbos step back out of the twilight zone an' just tie these saps up, before they come round?"

Hope grabbed Batgirl by her ginger hair at the back of the cowl and ruthlessly jerked the body upright . As she bent double a low moan of pain came unbidden from the Gotham guardian as her ribs again protested at their compression. She swept aside Batgirl's cape, causing the head to flop forward onto her chest as she unclasped the Velcro seal running the length of the zipper down her back before she unzipped the garment. Holding the torso upright she unhooked the tough fabric, first around one shoulder then the other before letting the body drop back onto the belt. Batgirl groaned weakly as again the pain cut through her subconscious. Her head slowly rolled from one shoulder to the other, but she was powerless to resist as her costume, the very symbol of her heroism, was brutally stripped from her body. Hope rolled the splayed back of the costume over the curve of the shoulders, yanking it down to reveal the black silk cups of Batgirl's bra, the gently rising slope of her breasts, the flattened curve of her cleavage. Faith had already slid the silken gauntlets free of her slender forearms, and now gripped the cuffs of her sleeves at her wrists to pull first one arm free, then the other. Hope finally rolled the top of the costume down, passed the breasts, to Batgirl's slender waist, exposing the rhythmic rising and falling of her flattened stomach with each painful breath. Revealed too, was the garish red, purple , blue and black patch of a bruise over her left side , below her breast, roughly the size and shape of a hand, palm open and fingers extended. All around the bruise were the mottled red patches of skin indicative of minor internal bleeding. Hope ran a single finger very lightly over the damaged area, causing Batgirl to moan again, her body quivering, her abdomen undulating at the touch, her rolling head movements becoming, faster , more frantic, a frown hidden beneath her mask, her lips curled back in an open mouthed grimace.

"Hey! Bat-tits really is hurt! Look at that bruise! She must've fucked herself up when she fell through the loft floor." Hope leaned close to Batgirl's rolling head. " Don't worry , sugar, we'll take real good care of you. We're gonna play doctors an' nurses. 'Cept we ain't got any doctors. Nurses and more nurses. 'Cept none of us are actually medically qualified..." Hope's analogy started to flounder as Charity intervened.

"Hope! We get it. Leave it now. She knows we ain't nurses, its o.k."

Faith gripped the rolled up costume either side of Batgirl's body and viciously tugged it down passed the curve of her ass, over trim hips, down as far as the bottom of her pelvis, exposing the sheer black silken panties with a little lace triangle hinting at the pleasures the young woman's body may offer beneath the material.

The force of the act caused Batgirl's now semi-conscious body to react, her back arching in pain, her head rolling back, chin up , on the belt.  But the pain, like a thousand needles in her side, stimulated her back to wakefulness.

Unnoticed beneath her cowl, she drew in a deeper breath, blinking as she took in her predicament. As her stomach flattened as she breathed in, her rib cage expanded, pushing her breasts higher, her breathing suddenly becoming faster. Summoning all the strength she can, Batgirl suddenly launched herself at Hope, her upper body lifting from the belt as she grabbed the younger sister by the throat with both hands. But Hope was to her left side. As she rose and her body again twisted and compressed her injured side, the strength left her. Pain shot through her once more as she desperately tried to continue her choke hold on Hope. Against all the odds and the mounting agony, she clung on as Hope grabbed her wrists with both her hands, trying to prize her grip loose. But Batgirl's attack was a forlorn, doomed gesture. With both Faith and Charity to her right and Hope holding her wrists at her throat, there was nothing the young girl can do to defend herself.

Charity swept a palm towards Batgirl in a 'be-my-guest' gesture to Faith, who stepped forward.

Batgirl was finally weakening as Hope pulled her hands away by the wrists.

"Huh, muhhh, muhhh, m-aAAHHH" gasped the innocent young champion as Faith, with laced fingers, landed a clubbing blow with both hands to Batgirl's exposed neck. The crimefighter's body stiffened momentarily, as she winced at the blow, whispering "From...behind..." before she collapsed back onto the conveyor belt, her head rocking slowly until her chin came to rest on her left shoulder.

Omg..anytime I am...I mean Batgirl is stripped by three horney lesbos on a conveyour belt must mean so fucking fun is in store soon for her
Cant wait for more...this is becoming an addiction

Part 19

After a last, desperate but doomed struggle Batgirl has been subdued and lies helpless on the conveyor belt. Now the sisters are about to turn their attention to Wonder Woman.



"' From...behind...'" Gasped Charity in a mock whisper, mimicking the fallen crimefighter. "What the hell is it with these hero types anyway?
'Oh no !Poison GASSSS...." she grabbed her throat pretending to choke. "Why the hell do they always state the obvious? Who the hell are they talking to? We are the villains, we know its poison gas or we hit her from behind or whatever 'cos we're the ones doing it." She shook her head as she looked down at the motionless body of the young girl before her. "They're brave, they're beautiful, they're boneheads."

Faith grabbed Batgirl by the cheeks with one hand and shook her head vigorously.

"Nice try Bat-Tits. Actually, nice tits, Bat-tits." She said, looking down at the young woman's prominent chest. Charity rolled the rest of her purple costume down, over her smooth, toned thighs , over her knees , over her slender ankles and shapely feet, until finally it came free, leaving the heroine helplessly lying unconscious in only her underwear. As Hope recovered from Batgirl's attack, Faith cruelly kicked the Amazon on the floor. Wonder Woman made no response. Faith stood, knuckles on hips as she looked down at the slumbering form at her feet. Then, as she knelt beside her, rolling her onto her right side , she grabbed Wonder Woman's left arm, slapping on the Batcuffs before yanking the right arm down and doing the same. Grabbing the long dark main of hair at the back of her head she pulled the Amazonian upright, into a sitting position. Her chin flopped down onto her chest as her head lolled forward, her cuffed hands now together in her lap. Faith raised the chin with her index finger, slowly pushing the head all the way back until her face pointed up towards the ceiling, revealing the creamy white expanse of her elegant neck. As the head fell back her ruby red lips parted slightly, her eyes still closed, an invitation Faith could not resist. Bunching the raven hair in her right hand Faith supported the head, wobbling it slightly to evoke a response, but getting none. Satisfied, she lent in close and kissed Wonder Woman full and long on the lips, her tongue forcing the slack mouth muscles wider, briefly playing over and across the lips before forcing its way inside, widening the slight gap between her jaws, prizing them open, claiming the tongue behind the teeth like a prize for a conquering army that had stormed the city gates. Circling the tip of her own tongue across, around and then under that of the Amazon, relishing the taste of her lips, the warm wetness of her saliva, the powerless lack of resistance, she was enjoying the warm, weak breath of the Amazon mixing with her own. Faith rolled the head, using the bunched hair, forcing her tongue ever deeper into the recesses of the Amazon's mouth, delighting at the gag reflex response she elicits, as the once powerful body, now a helpless puppet in her hands, fights for the very air it needs to survive. All the while her left hand was pressing intimately between the strong, powerful thighs, underneath the cuffed hands in her lap, her fingers forcing their way between the legs into the warm 'Y'  formed at her crotch as her satin tights met her blue, star spangled briefs. She pulled back and licked her lips slowly, with a deliciously evil smirk on her face. Her eyes blazed with arousal. She moved around behind the Amazon , both her hands beneath her arms, gripping the spectacular breasts, taking perverse delight in the lack of response from the pitiable female warrior. As Faith straightened up, she cruelly squeezed the large mammaries, kneading them, toying with them as she lifted her body up, Wonder Woman's head again falling forward, her chin upon her chest. Together with Charity, she tried to lift the limp body up to hook the cuffs over the hoist, hanging from the runners in the ceiling beside the conveyor belt. But it was hanging too high and Wonder Woman's body too awkward to lift easily. Leaving Faith holding the deadweight, Charity grabbed the yellow contol block , hanging on a power cable  nearby and lowered the hook to eye level at the push of a button. Together, they lifted the Amazon up onto the hoist, her legs bent , toes on the floor pointing behind her as she dangled, suspended by her wrists, her head sandwiched between the inner part of her upper arms.

Meanwhile Hope, and the loyal Buckety, moved along the work bench, putting the scattered items from Batgirls' belt into the bucket, removing those still in the pouches.

"Hope...what are you doing, honey?" asked Charity of her sister.

"Oh, I just thought we could pull stuff from Buckety to use on them, you know like a surprise, so no one knows what's next." Said Hope.

"Great idea, sis, " said Charity, dropping items from the Batbelt she was wearing into the pail.

"Hope, darlin' you are on fire tonight...."

Hope's scream could be heard in the next county. Buckety was forgotten, cast aside in an instant, scattering the contents over the floor.

"PUT ME OUT! PUT ME OUT!!!" she screamed as she ran frantically patting her hair and shoulders, smothering imaginary flames .

"Awww Jesus , Char, you know you gotta watch talk like that. Hope , HOPE, its ok calm down, you aren't on fire" Faith grabbed her by the arms.

"CHAR SAID I WAS!!!" Hope wailed tearfully. "I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE THAT ELEPHANT GUY!!!"

"What? You mean the Elephant Man? Hope, he wasn't burned, he just looked like that anyway. He was just called that 'cos....I dunno  elephants gang banged his mom or somethin'. Look its not important, he wasn't burned. And you are OK, you are NOT ON FIRE."

"Why would nice elephants do that to a guy's mom?" She sobbed tearfully, "and I don't wanna be electricity-fied like them and catch fire...Don't let them elephants get me."

"LOOK FORGET ABOUT THE GODDAMNED ELEPHANTS. There were no elephants and you're fine , look, see ? No smoke, no fire, no burns...you're ok." Faith consoled her."And no freakin' elephants." Faith looked daggers at her older sister, as Charity sneered and pulled a face in response.

"Tell her..." Faith nodded towards Hope.

"You tell her..." Charity said petulantly, folding her arms, and looking away. Faith glowered at her again, with a look that clearly blamed her older sister for her careless words and she relented.

"Hope...you aren't burning, you are fine...I just meant you were having a lot of good ideas tonight that's all. Now, can we please get back to fucking these two jackasses over?"

Part 20

Wonder Woman has been tied up by the Grace sisters but Batgirl is being tied down...with Wonder Woman's Golden Lasso of Truth.



As the young heroine came to, she could just make out the blurry but unmistakable colours of Wonder Woman's costume standing near her.
"W-Wonder Woman! Thank god! H-help me! I-I can't move!" cried Batgirl, her spirits soaring at the prospect of imminent rescue. The Grace sisters were poised over her, Charity and Hope pinning down her wrists as Faith was binding her legs apart, splayed in a 'V', a rope around each ankle looped beneath the conveyor belt, threaded through one of the fixed support stanchions beneath the movable part of the belt. Batgirl momentarily cursed her blurted comments, lest she has tipped off the sisters about Wonder Woman's surprise attack. But the sisters didn't seem to care that Wonder Woman is immediately behind them, and continued to tie her down, laughing uproariously amongst themselves.

"W-Wonder Woman?" Batgirl asked more curiously, confused by the lack of response from all parties. Finally her vision cleared and she could see now that the body was still, unmoving, arms straight above her head, which was bowed slightly leaning against them. Her eyes were closed. As Batgirl followed her gaze down the Amazon's body, she saw the knees were bent, the toes pointing behind her, her feet incapable of supporting her own body weight. With a growing sense of dread, Batgirl's beautiful lips curled back to put a horrified look on her face , her eyes squinting in disbelief as she looked over the abject form of her would-be rescuer, her sight finally landing on the slack wrists , hands open and splayed, her weight suspended pathetically from a pair of Batgirl's own Batcuffs over the hook of the fruit crate hoist.

Yet again Batgirl's hopes were cruelly crushed, but this time  there was the added horror that her ally, the mighty Amazon, may even be dead or had been abused for their pleasure. Fighting back tears of despair, she slowly closed her eyes."Ohh no...Oh, Wonder Woman...." she whispered as the wicked trio cruelly mock her.

"Oh quick! Save me Wonder Woman ! I'm caught! Help! Help!" Charity mimicked her in a child's voice. "You pathetic bimbo. Look at you two. You sought to save the city from our crime wave, yet you can't even save yourself. Feeble. You got taken down by a girl with a blue bucket. One more braincell an' she'd be a plant."

"Hey! " cried Hope indignantly.

"Oh, shush Hope, us grown ups are talkin'." Charity sneered at her sister. She turned again to address the captured caped crusader.

"Both of you, Batbitch and Wonder Witch. So easily overcome. Why did we ever fear you? You're nothing. You came here to bring us in, an' instead you got taken down. By a trap for rats. Kinda apt , huh? You two are nothing but vermin to us. You're gonna die here, tonight, kiddo. What ya think about that , huh? We are gonna fuck you senseless while she watches, then screw her all ways round the world while you get to see all the fun." She leaned close to Batgirls face, her lips inches from the heroine, her breath warm against Batgirl's cheek.
"And then, toots, you know what? We're gonna kill you both, hacked to pieces in daddy's old combine. One of you will get to watch the other die, seconds before they die themselves. And as you hear their pathetic screams of horror and agony mingling with your own, and tears of pain blur your vision, the last sight you'll ever see will be our smiling faces, waving goodbye to two stuck up fuckwits; so brave, so fearless, so fucking stupid. Still enjoy crimefighting now, ya little fuck doll, hmmm?"

Charity's words were chilling to the brave young woman. Still in intense pain from her injuries she tried to break free of their hold , rising slightly as she twisted and turned her wrists, suddenly aware that the sisters have already stripped her down to her black silk bra and panties. Grimacing with the pain and effort she flung her head from side to side, desperate to make the sisters work hard to keep her down. As her ginger pony tail swished from beneath her cowl the sisters were firmly in control as Charity, gripping Batgirl's right wrist with her left hand suddenly plunged her right hand inside the waistband of Batgirl's panties, instantly slipping down to insert her middle finger between the flaps beneath her hood. Batgirl froze, her mouth and eyes opening wide with the shock of the violation as she drew in a sharp breath which in itself caused her ribs to protest at their sudden unexpected expansion. Her eyes glazed with an expression of pain, despair and disbelief as a second finger invaded her body as Charity's index finger explored her womanhood, both fingers angling into her, moving rapidly in and out aswell as up, down and around, Charity's long nails scratching at the helpless young heroine's cervical wall.

"Huhh-AAAHHH!" she gasped, gritting her teeth as the tears flow from the corners of her eyes , rolling over her cheeks to her ears as her head angled back. Her knees struggled to rise from the belt and close, a last instinctive effort to protect her groin, her inner thighs rubbing and rolling against each other, the cord being tied by Faith limiting their movement, her heels digging into the belt, feet swinging to left and right in her fruitless efforts to break free. Already, her movements were starting to lessen as the power of the magic lasso started to take effect. Her thrashing thighs started to slow and stiffen, her knees, still clamped together, weaken and part. Now her body was truly defenseless as the cruel, wicked fingers relished their task. Unbidden, her body began to respond to the unwanted sexual stimulus, producing natural lubrication to try and ease the pain it was feeling as the fingers started to work frantically, the tight dryness of the young woman's cleft replaced by a warm supple wetness as her vaginal juices started to flow against her will.

  Hope pressed a hand down onto the large bruise on Batgirl's side and instantly all strength left her, the wave of pain washing away any thoughts she had of escape as the unbearable agony caused her body to shudder, her eyes rolled up beneath her cowl , a tiny gasp escaped her lips as her wrists, still held, went slack in the sisters' grip.

"Ohhh-oooh-" her body flopped back  on to the conveyor belt.

"Did I miss anything?" Faith asked as, job half done, she emerged from beneath the conveyor belt, slightly breathless after her exertions.

"Oh, nothing much" said Charity , slightly breathless after her own exertions.

She slid her fingers from beneath the panties, but stopped, hooking her middle finger on the elasticated waistband, pulling the material away from Batgirl's pelvis a few inches before running it around the edge of the band, around to Batgirl's right outer thigh. She held her finger there, feeling the black silken material with her thumb where it was a few inches wide at the top of the arch at the opening for the leg.

She pulled in her top lip with her bottom one, pulling a face as she was deep in thought. "We'll kill her last, give her the enjoyment of seeing Wonder Tits , her supposed saviour, cut to pieces before her very eyes..." She let the elastic snap back against Batgirl's creamy- bronzed outer thigh with a twang closely followed by the slap sound as it hit the young law upholder's smooth skin.

"Oooo she probably won't like that ,Char..." Hope said dubiously.

The two older sisters sigh resignedly. "That's the whole point Hope, she ain't supposed to LIKE IT!" Charity shouts at her.
Sensing her older sister's rage, Faith moved to diffuse the situation.

"Hope, honey, remember, I said before you say something you think is important, to stop and count slowly to five, remember? O.k? Then say it if you think its still important, ok? Atta girl!"

Hope nodded, taking a deep breath.

"One...."

"Ok, honey you don't have to do it now, we know what you just said." Faith tried to stop her.

"Two..."

"Hope , stop it now"

"Three..."

"Oh you have something else to say?" Faith asked as Hope nodded.

"Four..."

"Ok, go for it." Faith encouraged her.

"Five." Hope stopped and took a deep breath, pointing behind her sisters to the Amazon.

"Wonder Woman is escaping. Oops. Has escaped." she corrected herself.

I am so fucking loving this story! One of my favorite parts is how you describe batgirl getting fingered...first one, then two..etc.....i love it when the dominate girls has to work one finger at a time in a tight pussy....its so erotic....working in one to wetten her up...then sliding in two for a few minutes....next then she removes them both only to slam three in her....finally working up to four or five....even a fisting if she feels like really fucking her up!