Batgirl 66 - Chloro Training with Alfred - Part 1

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Batgirl 66 and Alfred - Chloro Training - Part 1

“Here we are, Batgirl.” Alfred walked into the large living room of stately Wayne Manor, carrying a large silver tray covered with little sandwiches. “I’m sorry that there isn’t more for lunch, but I’m afraid our kitchen is a bit understocked at the moment.”

Batgirl turned from where she was sitting on the chaise lounge and smiled. “Nonsense, Alfred. I just appreciate you having me over at all. With Batman and Robin out of town right now, things are a bit…lonely.”

Alfred gave a sympathetic smile as he set the silver tray of sandwiches down on the coffee table. “Well, I admit that I may not be as stimulating of company as the great Dynamic Duo,” he said as he straightened his thick rimmed glasses, “but I always welcome having a beautiful crimefighter such as yourself over for a visit.”

Batgirl blushed a little as she reached for a cucumber sandwich. “Oh come on, Alfred. You don’t need to flatter me. You’ve proven yourself as a true and trusted friend over and over again.”

Alfred settled down into nearby chair, beaming.

Batgirl took a bite of the sandwich and sighed happily. “Delicious, Alfred. Like always.”

She wore her standard costume, a skintight purple bodysuit that clung to her lush curves and accentuated her perfect hourglass figure. A black and purple cowl concealed her identity, and curly red hair fell down from it onto her shoulders. A yellow bat symbol was in the middle of her chest, right between her large, jutting breasts, and she wore a yellow and purple cape that came down to her thighs. Purple gloves and purple high-heeled boots completed her outfit, but she also had a yellow utility belt that hung low over her wide hips.

She was certainly a beauty. Even Alfred, who was old and wise enough to know better, couldn’t help taking a quick glance at her impressive body as she ate her sandwich.

“So,” Alfred said cheerfully, “how has the crime fighting been going, Batgirl?”

Batgirls’ face darkened a bit. “Alright…I guess,” she said.

Alfred paused, his cup of tea in hand. “Is it? You don’t very sure.” He paused. “Forgive my indelicacy.”

“It’s just–” Batgirl hesitated, pursing her lips as if unsure whether to continue or not. Finally, she made up her mind and the verbal dam burst. “I love the work, Alfred. I love being a crimefighter. And I’m good at it, too.”

“I would say you are,” Alfred said with a kind smile. He took a sip of his tea.

“But these henchmen keep using chloroform on me,” Batgirl said, smacking a gloved wrist on her knee.

Alfred’s bushy white eyebrows lifted. “Chloroform?”

“Well yes, they–” Batgirl shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her cheeks reddening a little. “One will grab me from behind and use chloroform on me. And then…well that’s usually the last thing I remember. I don’t mind taking criminals on in a straight up fight, but these miscreants don’t fight fair at all. Every time one of them whips out the chloroform I’m completely helpless.” Batgirl leaned forward, her breasts bobbing slightly in her tight bodysuit. “Tell me, Alfred, how do Batman and Robin handle it? The chloroform, I mean? They must have some tactic or gadget they use to counter it?”

Alfred thought for a moment. “I’m very sorry, Batgirl,” he said gravely. “I don’t believe that either of the Dynamic Duo has ever been chloroformed. Gassed, yes. Netted, slugged, malletted…but not chloroformed. I’m afraid that I can’t be of much help.”

Batgirl looked down at the floor for a moment, a bit taken back by that response. She had been chloroformed…well, at least a dozen times by now. She had just assumed that it was a common fate for all heroes battling evildoers.

And the truth was, even though she would never dare admit it to Alfred or to anyone else, she rather enjoyed the feeling of being chloroformed. Sure, it was frightening and a bit humiliating at first, but after a few deep breaths she could feel her consciousness drifting off. Her muscles relaxing. It was so easy. So comfortable. Sometimes when she was alone, in bed late at night, she would try and recapture that feeling. That sense of being helpless, but also safe, as her mind and body drifted off into the void.

But she could hardly say that to Alfred! What would he think if he knew?

“Now please tell me, my dear, how does this chloroform actually work?” Alfred put his teacup down. “I profess I am rather ignorant on the topic. Is it a kind of gas?”

“Well no,” Batgirl said, her cheeks burning a little as the memories of swooning in the arms of rough men came unbidden into her mind. “Like I said, I can take any of these thugs on in a fair fight. But when they use chloroform…” She hesitated for a moment, thinking it through. “You see, it’s a liquid. A chemical. Breathing it in causes a person to pass out. So these henchmen will pour it onto a rag or even pantyhose. Once they grab me, they press it over my mouth and nose. If I breathe in even a little bit I immediately feel sleepy and weak, and then…well, I pass out, I guess.”

And it turns me on a bit too, Batgirl thought to herself. Every time she was chloroformed she could feel an odd sensation down in her nether regions. A tingling. An itching. A warm wetness. She wasn't entirely sure why it happened, or why she enjoyed the feeling, but she couldn't deny the effect. It was embarrassing, certainly, and nothing that she would ever dare to tell Alfred.

“I see,” Alfred said thoughtfully. “And how long does it take for it to put you to sleep? And how long before you awaken again?”

“I…I honestly don’t know,” Batgirl said sheepishly. “I have a lot of gadgets on this belt, but no watch, unfortunately. Often by the time I manage to start coming round and get to my feet it’s been quite a while, but I don’t know how long exactly. And as for how long it takes to actually put me under…” She shrugged helplessly. “A breath or two in and everything gets quite…fuzzy. I usually can’t remember much of anything after that.”

“Well,” Alfred said, straightening in his chair, “I don’t mean to be immodest, but I have had some degree of classical scientific training.” He tilted his head. “When I studied at Oxford, you know. Perhaps I could help you conduct some experiments in a controlled environment, so that you can get a baseline understanding of the problem.”

“Oh Alfred!” Batgirl exclaimed, getting to her feet. “That’s brilliant! Would you really be able to assist me?”

“But of course,” Alfred said, rising up out of his chair as well. “It would be my supreme pleasure, my dear. When would you like to begin?”

“Why not now? Most of the supervillains in Gotham are behind bars right now, and Batman and Robin are gone. I’ve definitely got some time on my hands.”

“Very good,” Alfred said with a nod. “I am more than happy to help.”

“Oh Alfred,” Batgirl said, kissing him on the cheek. “You’re the best. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t even mention it,” Alfred said with a smile. “Now wait here, and I’ll be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”


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Ten minutes later, Alfred had an old black doctor’s bag on the dining room table. He rummaged around inside, muttering to himself, before he finally pulled out an old, dust-covered bottle with the word “chloroform” printed on the label.

“Ah yes,” Alfred said with a satisfied nod, “I thought I had some of this lying around somewhere.” He looked over at Batgirl and raised his eyebrows. “Now…what exactly do I do with it, my dear?”

Batgirl smiled. “Just douse a handkerchief with it. When it’s nice and wet, get behind me. You can pin my arms and clamp the handkerchief over my mouth and nose.”

“Ah, yes,” Alfred said, clearing his throat. “And I will time the process so that we can get some valuable data.” He pulled an old stopwatch out of his vest pocket. “This should do nicely. Are you ready, my dear?”

Batgirl turned so that her back was to Alfred, her balled fists on her curved hips. “Ready when you are, Alfred.”

Alfred stood, and Batgirl heard him pouring some of the liquid from the bottle onto a rag. He stepped forward and put his arms around her, the chloroform-soaked handkerchief in his right hand.

She could already smell the harsh chemical tang of the chloroform as he pressed the cloth over her mouth and nose. She tensed, then squiremed out of Alfred's grip, pushing back with her elbow.

Alfred collapsed onto the floor with a grunt.

Batgirl whirled around. "Oh Alfred! I'm so sorry! It was just instinct...I didn't mean to...are you okay?"

"Quite alright," Alfred said, struggling back to his feet. He picked up the handkerchief from the ground, where it had landed, and looked at it thoughtfully. "I do apologize, my dear. I am afraid I might be too old and frail to hold you properly. This experiment might not work the way we had planned."

"Hmm, that could be a problem." Batgirl frowned as she thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers. "I know! What if you tied me up first? That way even if I struggled, it wouldn't matter? You could tie me to the chaise lounge there. Chloroforming me should be easy after that."

"My dear!" Alfred exclaimed. "How thoughtless of me! I should have suggested such an idea myself." He smiled. "It is an excellent plan. If you would have a seat?"

Batgirl walked over and sat down on the chaise lounge, her knees together and her back straight. She could already feel the warmth beginning to build between her thighs at the thought of being both tied up and chloroformed.

Alfred returned after a few minutes with some sturdy rope. He cleared his throat. "Now, I hate to ask this, my dear, but would you mind removing your boots and belt for this experiment? I'm afraid that chaise lounge was Mrs. Wayne's favorite, not to mention something of an antique, and I would hate for any inadvertent damage to come to it..."

"Oh, of course, Alfred," Batgirl said, blushing a bit. She pulled off her purple high heels and set them down next to the chaise, then unbuckled her utility belt and placed it beside the boots. She felt more naked without the belt than without her boots. Her feet were covered with the shiny tan pantyhose that she wore under her purple suit, with her toenails painted purple to match her outfit.

"Now, my dear, just hold still and I'll get you properly restrained."

Batgirl could have sworn there was a hint of a tremor in Alfred’s voice. She had to admit, she was nervous as well. Not just because she was about to be chloroformed again, but because she was letting a kindly old gentleman tie her up.

Alfred took her hands and gently but firmly bound them together behind her back, using several loops of rope to secure them. Then he tied her ankles side by side, making sure that the rope was neither too tight or too loose. He was a consummate professional, and the knots were very secure.

When he was done, Batgirl was bound in an "L" shape, with her back nearly upright and her legs parallel to the ground.

Batgirl was glad she was wearing her mask, because her face was blushing with pleasure as Alfred went over and picked up the cloth and bottle of chloroform. The ropes were soft and firm against her, and the bonds around her wrists were just tight enough that she could feel them without cutting off circulation. The fact that Alfred had tied her up made her feel a bit embarrassed, but also strangely aroused. She felt her nipples getting stiff, poking through her purple top.

"Are you quite alright like that, my dear?" Alfred asked considerately.

"Just fine, Alfred," Batgirl said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Well then," Alfred said as he picked up thes soaked handkerchief again, starting the stopwatch. "Let's try this again, shall we?"

"Yes," Batgirl said, her heart beating rapidly as she braced herself.

Alfred approached her again, pressing the damp handkerchief over her face.

Batgirl tensed her arms and legs, fighting the urge to squirm as she felt the harsh chemical scent of the chloroform invading her senses.

"That's right, my dear," Alfred said reassuringly. "Deep, even breaths now. Deep and even."

Batgirl wriggled instinctively as the chloroform burned her lungs and throat, but the ropes held her fast. She could feel the familiar, intoxicating fog begin to form in her brain, and her head lolled as her muscles began to go limp.

"That’s it, Batgirl. Close your eyes now and go to sleep," Alfred said soothingly.

Batgirl breathed deep and even, but her struggles continued. Her body seemed to want to fight the chloroform, even as her mind wanted it. Her head rocked from side to side, and her legs jerked and kicked a little.

"There we are, my dear. Just a few moments longer."

Batgirl continued breathing, her eyes rolling back a bit in her head as her vision became cloudy. Her muscles were all relaxing, and her thoughts were becoming muddled and murky. She could hear the stopwatch ticking. A warm, pleasant sensation had started between her legs.

Then her body seemed to give out completely. Her limbs fell slack. Her head leaned back.

"Ah, there we are," Alfred said happily.

"Mmmff..." Batgirl moaned as she drifted off, her eyes fluttering shut. They struggled to open, then closed again. Her bound legs gave one last little weak jerk. She whimpered softly.

"That's it," Alfred hushed. "Just sleep now, my dear. Pleasant dreams."

Batgirl moaned a final time. Then her entire body relaxed and went slack, her eyes shutting and her face becoming expressionless.

Alfred clicked the stopwatch, then put it in his pocket. He had watched Batgirl pass out with interest, noting her struggles and the way her body went limp. She had clearly been quite strong, and was obviously highly trained.

But the chloroform had won.

The sight of her helpless, limp body had excited Alfred greatly. He felt himself getting warm and uneasy as he looked at Batgirl's limp, slumbering body before him. She looked so completely helpless and vulnerable, so beautiful. Her slow, steady breathing showed that she was deeply asleep, drugged into total unconsciousness. She wasn't aware of anything that was happening to her at the moment.

Alfred reached down and hesitantly stroked Batgirl's smooth, supple thigh.

She didn't stir in the slightest.

Alfred knew it was wrong, and that he should stop, but he couldn't resist. He reached up and ran his hand over the yellow bat symbol in the middle of Batgirl's chest, then traced his fingers down her torso and over her flat, firm stomach.

He had to admit, it had been a long time since he had been able to touch a woman like this, especially one so young and fetching. Batgirl was completely at his mercy, and it was obvious from the blank and relaxed expression on her sleeping face that she was totally out cold.

His hand trailed down lower, over her curvy hip and around her wide, plump rear. He cupped her buttock, feeling the firm muscle beneath the soft, yielding flesh.

Still, Batgirl slept on.

Alfred's hand slid up to her chest, gently cupping one of her heavy, full breasts. Even through the bodysuit, Alfred could tell she was well-endowed. Her breasts were large and firm, and her nipples were hard under the bodysuit.

"What a lovely sight," Alfred muttered, feeling old desires start to stir as he gazed upon the bound, slumbering heroine.

His hand slid up to her neck, gently stroking her jaw and chin.

Batgirl sighed softly.

Alfred's fingers moved back down, over her shoulder and arm. They were well-muscled and firm, showing that she had spent years developing her skills. But she was also soft and feminine, and the skin of her face was silky smooth.

With a supreme effort of will, Alfred tore his hand away from the slumbering beauty before him. He had taken enough advantage of the young woman for the time being. After all, he was supposed to be conducting an experiment.

And with that, Alfred leaned over and jotted down some numbers onto a notepad.


***


"Are you feeling quite yourself again, my dear?"

"Quite fine, Alfred, thank you," Batgirl said with a smile. She was still bound and on the chaise, and Alfred noted with a slight blush that her nipples were still quite stiff, poking through her purple outfit. "You noted down all the time I was unconscious, Alfred?"

"Quite so, my dear," Alfred said with an eager nod. "Now tell me about your experience going under. What did it feel like?"

"Oh," Batgirl said, her eyes sparkling beneath the eyeholes of her mask, "it was just lovely. You see, Alfred, the chloroform makes a person quite helpless, but not only that, it puts you in a kind of dream state. It's like floating along a cloud, feeling the sensations, but not quite aware of them."

"So it's not...unpleasant?" Alfred looked surprised.

"Well yes, at first it is,” Batgirl said quickly, realizing she might have said too much. “But then once you get used to the sensations, you realize how nice it is to relax and drift away. It's quite liberating." Batgirl sighed. "And then before you know it you’re fast asleep and you don’t have any worries or thoughts at all."

"I see," Alfred said, clearing his throat. "And can you recall what happened while you were asleep?"

"No, I'm afraid not. Everything was a bit of a blur."

"So...you have no memory of what happened during the experiment?" Alfred scratched the back of his neck, remembering how he had run his wrinkled hands over Batgirl’s delightfully curved body.

"Not really," Batgirl said. "I'm sorry, Alfred. I hope I wasn't snoring or drooling at all."

"On the contrary," Alfred said with a kind smile, "you were perfectly lovely. In fact--"

He was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up outside.

Batgirl straightened. "Who's that?"

"Oh dear," Alfred said, already at the window and looking out past the curtain. "It's Aunt Harriet. She's home early from her cribbage tournament." He turned, looking at Batgirl still tied up on the chaise. "I'm afraid this all might be a bit awkward to explain."

"Awkward?" Batgirl wriggled in her tight ropes. "That's one way of putting it."

Alfred swallowed. It was worse than that. Batgirl wasn't aware of Batman and Robin's secret identities, nor were they aware of hers. And Aunt Harriet was blissfully ignorant of everything. If she found Batgirl in the living room like this, it could jeopardize the secret identities of not just Batgirl, but also Batman and Robin as well.

"Quick, Alfred, untie me!" Batgirl twisted on the couch, presenting her tied wrists behind her back to the butler.

Alfred hurried over to her, fumbling with the ropes at her wrists. After a few seconds, he leaned back and shook his head. "The knots are too tight, my dear. There simply isn't enough time."

"Oh no," Batgirl groaned, slumping forward. "What are we going to do?"

"Aunt Harriet can't find you like this, my dear," Alfred said grimly. His mind was racing, going through all his options. There weren't many.

"Tell me something I don't know," Batgirl sighed. "I just don't know how we can--MMPPHHHHH!"

Her question was cut short as Alfred, moving quickly, shoved the same chloroformed rag he had used earlier over Batgirl's mouth and nose.

Batgirl's eyes went wide.

"I'm terribly sorry, my dear," Alfred said softly, holding the chloroformed rag firmly against her face. "But this really is the best way. Now just breathe deeply and it will be over soon, I promise."

Batgirl tried to struggle, but her limbs were still a bit wobbly from the previous time, and her strength had already been sapped by her bonds. She couldn't get out of the ropes, and she couldn't pull her head away from the chloroform cloth.

"Shhhhhh," Alfred whispered. "It's alright. Just breathe, Batgirl. Just breathe."

"Mmmmmmpphhh!" Batgirl protested, her eyes starting to roll back in her head as the chloroform burned her nose and lungs. She kicked her feet weakly and writhed in her ropes.

"Good girl," Alfred murmured, watching Batgirl's eyes go glassy. "Just a few more breaths. That's right, my dear. Good, good."

Batgirl's muscles relaxed, and she slumped back against Alfred. She whimpered softly, her body and mind slowly surrendering to the fumes.

"There we are," Alfred whispered. "Just let it all go."

"Mmmmm," Batgirl whimpered, her head lolling forward. Her eyelids fluttered heavily as she felt a familiar warmth between her thighs and a heavy peacefulness descend upon her.

"That's it," Alfred murmured. "Just sleep now, my dear. I'll keep you safe, I promise."

"Mmmmm," Batgirl moaned as her head leaned forward. She gave one last little shudder, then went still.

Alfred gave a relieved sigh as he let Batgirl's limp body slump back against the chaise. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was deep and even.

"I'm so sorry, my dear," he stammered as he removed the cloth and tucked it back into his pocket. "But I have no other choice. It will be just for a few minutes, and I need you to stay quiet. In fact, I think a gag might be in order." He looked around, but then realized the soaked chloroform cloth was the best gag he had available. If he simply tied it over Batgirl's face, the soporific fumes would keep her in a deep, dreamless sleep.

Moving as quickly as he could for a man of his age, Alfred tied the chloroform cloth over Batgirl's face, securing it so that it wouldn't fall off.

Batgirl didn't stir. Her large breasts rose and fell slowly and evenly as she slept.

Alfred breathed another sigh of relief. "Just a few minutes," he muttered. "Aunt Harriet can't walk in and see you like this. The secret would be blown. But just a few minutes and then you'll be safe."

He looked out the window, watching as Aunt Harriet exited the car and headed toward the front door.

Hurriedly, Alfred tossed the black doctor's bag onto Batgirl's lap. Then he opened the linen closet, pulling out a white sheet and draping it over both the chaise and Batgirl's slumbering body.

The front door opened. "Alfred," a voice called out from down the hall. "I'm back early!"

"Of course, madam," Alfred called back. "I'm just...dusting." He looked around, and his eyes widened as he saw Batgirl's boots and belt lying on the floor. He picked them up.

The Batcave. That would be the safest place for them for now. He would stash them there and then get rid of Aunt Harriet. Then he could wake up Batgirl and free her.

With any luck, Batgirl might not even remember that he chloroformed her at all. Perhaps he might even have a chance to feel her body again while she was sleeping.

Alfred hurried down to the Batcave, carrying the boots and belt in his arms.

A few minutes later, Aunt Harriet entered the living room. "Alfred?" She looked around. "Alfred, where are you? Hello?"

The doorbell rang.

Aunt Harriet waddled back to the front door. "Well, I guess he's busy dusting somewhere," she said to herself. She opened the door.

Two men stood there, wearing uniform overalls. Behind them was a white van with a cleaning company's slogan on the side.

"Oh, good, you're here!" Aunt Harriet twittered. "Come in, come in. The chaise lounge is this way."

"Sure thing, ma'am," the first cleaner said with a glance at his companion. He was a tall, lean man, with a thick moustache and a tattoo of a dagger on his arm.

His companion was a smaller man, with a potbelly and a shaved head. He grinned at Aunt Harriet, showing a mouthful of yellowed teeth.

"Oh, and do be careful, the chaise is quite antique. I'm getting it cleaned as a surprise for my nephew Bruce. It looks like our butler's already covered it with a sheet for the transportation." Aunt Harriet paused, thinking for a moment. "That's odd, I don't remember even mentioning it to him." She shook her head and smiled. "Oh well, I guess I'm getting forgetful in my old age."

"Right, ma'am." The taller cleaner nodded at the chaise. "We'll get this out of here for you, then."

"Good, good," Aunt Harriet said, still a little flustered. She exited the room.

"Seriously?" the potbellied man said in a low voice as he and his partner moved towards the chaise lounge. "She's just gonna let us take it out of here like this?"

"Yup." The taller man grinned. "Far as she knows, we're upholstery cleaners. I'm telling you, Burt, this gig is way better than breaking and entering. These rich folks just hand stuff off like this if they think we're legit. This chaise lounge is some kind of antique. Bet it's worth a ton of money. Here, grab that side."

"Alright," the potbellied man grumbled, grabbing one end of the chaise.

The taller man lifted the other end, and together they carried the chaise lounge out of the room, through the front door, and out to their van.

"This is way easier than cracking safes," the potbellied man chuckled.

"You said it, brother." The taller man slammed the back door of the van. "Thing sure is heavy though."

"Sure is," the potbellied man laughed. "Probably means it’s worth more."

"Now let's get out of here before that old dame figures out what's up," the taller man said as he climbed into the van. He started the engine up, and they drove off.

As the van bumped and rumbled down the driveway, Batgirl slept soundly under the sheet on the chaise, the chloroform-soaked rag still clamped over her nose and mouth.

A few minutes later, Alfred re-emerged into the living room.

"Good," he said to himself. "Now that that's settled, I just need to--"

He stopped cold, looking at the empty spot where the chaise had been just minutes before.

"Oh dear," he said.

[yc-batgirl]

Great start, I hope I'll have the privilege to read the entire story!

[kenshin11h]

You shall. I'm posting part 2 right now.

[kenshin11h]

Here is a test render of Batgirl using Daz3D. I am going to try and render a few images per story segment.