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Batgirl's Psychologist

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Batgirl's Psychologist


“Please sit down Batgirl.”

Batgirl pulled her cape to one side and sat down on the psychologist’s chair. It was already warm in the office, and being already nervous did not help. She felt herself begin to perspire beneath her skintight outfit.

“So what brings you here? You weren’t too specific in your message.”

Batgirl hesitated. She did not know where to start. The psychologist could see the heroine’s hesitation and moved to make her more relaxed. 


“Let’s try to make you more comfortable. Start by telling me a bit about yourself.”

Batgirl began to recount the circumstances that led to her seeking out a psychologist. Four weeks ago, she had been engaged in a typical hand-to-hand fight with two unremarkable (and highly inept) thieves. Yet somehow, one of the two men had managed to to nearly overpower her! This had never happened before. What led to this near disastrous situation was something Batgirl was unwilling to share with anyone—it was too embarrassing. As she was grappling with one of the men, the other (whom she had assumed was debilitated after a vicious vintage Batgirl uppercut!) had snuck up behind her and brazenly grabbed her breasts while attempting to restrain her from behind. His partner had slugged her in the face, temporarily dazing her and allowing the second man to pick her up and throw her across the room. Batgirl managed to snap out of her daze and beat down the two men, but when the man’s hand cupped her crotch to lift her off the ground, she had felt herself weaken, almost swoon from his touch! Dispatching these two average criminals ended up being more challenging than it should have been. To make matters worse, she had found herself occasionally distracted at the recollection of the man touching her breast and crotch. In a recent crime-fighting escapade, Batgirl felt an urge to allow the man she was beating down to clutch her chest or cup her crotch! Once again, she found it distractingly difficult to beat down the criminal. And after she had rendered him helpless, she found herself standing over him and taunting him. This was not proper Batgirl behavior. Even worse, when she returned home, she had begun to fondle herself while in costume and fantasizing…

Batgirl felt sweat dripping down her back as she recounted the recent events. Despite leaving out some of her more lascivious thoughts and desires, she was still ill-at-ease. Batgirl’s disheveled hair and glistening face revealed the young superheroine’s anxiety—she had come to unburden herself, but suddenly it seemed too much for her. Would she be asked to reveal all the sordid details? And what she had done after?

Once Batgirl finished recounting most of the details from the past four weeks, she felt herself relax. She leaned back on the couch and sighed, surprised by how good it felt to finally admit to herself what had been happening and unburden herself of her lustful thoughts and urges.

Dr. Kinsey seemed to appreciate Batgirl’s predicament. “I can empathize with your situation Batgirl,” she said in a sympathetic voice. “Being a young and attractive psychologist leads to some awkward moments working with men who are struggling with sexual issues of their own. Just as I am sure you have noticed men leering at you in that tight and sexy outfit, I also have to keep in mind how men perceive me: an intelligent and attractive woman in a position of power.”

Batgirl nodded. Dr. Kinsey was quite attractive. She looked to be about 28 years-old, and seemed to take good care of herself. Her muscular thighs were only partially covered by a tight mini-skirt, and a form-fitting blouse accentuate the ample curves of her chest. With her hair up and glasses, Dr. Kinsey gave off a sophisticated yet sexy persona.

“If I may be direct, you seem to be struggling with your sexuality Batgirl. You’re going to need to remove that self-conscious element in order to maintain focus when you find yourself in a potential explosive and dangerous predicament. I want you to admit it to yourself Batgirl: you are beautiful, strong and sexy.”

The psychologist outlined Batgirl’s contours, moving her hands over Batgirl’s bountiful breasts, curvaceous backside and muscular arms and thighs.

“Think about what your subconscious is telling you by choosing to wear this skintight while engaging with men and women who have evil intents. You’re proud of this body and you want to show it off, yet you do so without letting others know your identity. You have a healthy ego. You also know how—dressed as you are—you will distract your opponents and have a further advantage over them.

“However, you also struggle with a desire to be modest and, as you see it, proper. This is a natural conflict in people who have a healthy ego. What we need to do is remove your self-conscious nature as that will only serve to distract you should some villain try to psychologically distract you. We cannot have you be intimidated by what some men and women may want to do to you. Let us begin by having you accept your sensuality and sexuality Batgirl.”

“How do we do that?” asked Batgirl, biting her lip in apprehension.

“You need to trust me Batgirl. I can work with you if you allow me, but it starts with trust. Some of what I ask of you may seem awkward or improper, but if you want to avoid falling prey to psychological attacks we need to do this.”

Batgirl slowly nodded her head.

“I also have a background in sexual psychology. What you’re describing has been part of my research. If you are willing to commit to the process, we can insure those inner thoughts and desires of yours will not affect your crime-fighting.”

Batgirl nodded again.

“I need you to say it Batgirl. You need to voice your desire to change. Nodding is passive—be forceful in what you say and do. This is one of the first steps to help you. Tell me you want to work with me and we can begin right away.”

“I want to work with you,” said Batgirl.

Dr. Kinsey nodded approvingly. “Fine. Let us start by having you stand up and slowly move your hands over the most sensual parts of your body. Show them off for me. In doing so, you are working towards accepting your sexuality.”

Batgirl slowly stood up. She felt intensely self-conscious, which she realized was strange considering her role as a vigilante. Why was she more at ease fighting criminals and risking serious peril than simply showing off her body in the privacy of a psychologist’s office? And it wasn’t as if she was showing off, she was merely abiding by the psychologist’s directions.

“Here, let me help.” The psychologist moved to turn down the lights. “And refer to me as Doctor Kinsey. This will serve to remind you of my role and our purpose here.”

“Thank you Doctor Kinsey,” murmured Batgirl as she slowly began to comply. The dimmed lights helped. Batgirl’s gloved hands slowly moved over her shoulders and abs.

“Come now Batgirl, you’re not being honest. Do you truly think your shoulders and abs are your most sensual parts?”

Batgirl’s hands moved to her thighs.

“You’re not being honest Batgirl. You know what I mean by sensual parts of your body.”

Batgirl knew. She moved her hands from her thighs to her chest. Her fingers began outlining the Batgirl logo and slowly caressing the sides of her breasts. Her mind began to flash back to that moment four weeks ago…

“I’m sorry Batgirl, but I have to ask. And please excuse what I’m sure you consider to be an indelicate question, but trust me: this is quite germane to the issue. Are you a virgin?”

Batgirl was taken aback. She hesitated, not know what to say.

Dr. Kinsey put a hand on Batgirl’s thigh. “Relax Batgirl, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. To be honest, I assumed you were. But I need to make sure, as the course of action I’m going to prescribe varies based on your sexual history.”

“Yes doctor, I am a virgin,” Batgirl confirmed the doctor’s assumption.

“Thank you for trusting me. Now let’s return to the task at-hand. Show me some of your other sensual parts of your body.”

Batgirl bit her lip and hesitated.

“It’s okay to feel apprehensive, but remember: this is helping you. If you cannot address your sexuality in the safety and privacy of this office, it’s going to distract you at the most inopportune time. Your very safety is at risk if you do not deal with this issue now!”

Batgirl nodded.

“And keep in mind: I have no idea who you are Batgirl. You’re anonymous, so keep that in mind. We also have a doctor-client confidentiality—nothing that happens here can ever be mentioned to anyone else. No need to be self-conscious with me.”

Slowly, Batgirl moved her hands to her hips. Facing Doctor Kinsey, she let her hands slip down over her firm backside, outlining the contours of her shapely butt.

“Turn around for me Batgirl.”

Batgirl turned around while continuing to move her gloved hands over her backside. The costume’s tight fabric left little to the imagination as to what was beneath, but left a lot to the imagination as to what could be done to what was beneath the costume.

“Very good Batgirl. Now imagine a man standing behind you. Seeing those impressively muscular thighs and tight backside, he may take an unfortunate liberty. Show me what you anticipate that man might do.”

Batgirl’s mind flashed back to a moment two weeks before. She squeezed her ass with both hands.

“Relax Batgirl.”

Batgirl exhaled in relief. It felt so awkward doing what she was doing, and to make matters worse she was beginning to get—

Slap!

“Oh!” Batgirl gasped as she felt a hard slap on her ass. She whirled around. “What are you—”

“Calm yourself Batgirl!” Dr. Kinsey had quietly moved behind Batgirl and firmly slapped her backside. “You need to expect the unexpected. Look at your reaction: completely distracted and discombobulated. If someone can stun you with just a slap on your butt, you are going to have a hard time maintaining your focus when you need it most. Think about how much I was able to shock you even as you were focusing on your sensuality.”

The psychologist was correct. Batgirl had been completely thrown off by the sudden slap.

“We will need to focus more on this issue. But I still need you to complete this phase of our session. You need to finish highlighting your most sensual parts.”

The young superheroine swallowed hard and hesitated. She knew what the psychologist meant, but it felt so wrong.

“Look, if this is an issue we can wrap things up now. But I hope you have no plans to do any serious crimefighting in the near future. Your issues with your sexuality are going to put you at great risk.”

“No. No,” Batgirl insisted. “We can continue Doctor Kinsey. Just bear with me, this isn’t something I’m entirely comfortable doing.”

“I understand Batgirl, but how much less comfortable would you be if someone else was doing this to you—against your will?”

“Okay…”

Doctor Kinsey sat back down in her leather chair and gestured for Batgirl to continue. Batgirl slowly moved her hands to her hips, then down her thighs. Had the heroine been less focused on her inhibitions and more on Doctor Kinsey, she might have noticed the psychologist’s slight smile and intense gaze. But Batgirl had closed her eyes as she began to move one hand between her thighs and up to her crotch. She cupped her crotch. Even with her gloves on, she could feel a heat emanating from her womanhood. As she pressed her hand more firmly against her crotch, she felt herself beginning to get wet. Batgirl swayed as she tried to ignore a mounting arousal build within her, and suddenly she lost her footing. Stumbling backwards, she regained her balance.

“Excellent work Batgirl! This seems to be a bit of a breakthrough for you.”

Batgirl began to smile, but then caught site of herself in the mirror above the psychologist’s desk. Her nipples were practically piercing her top, the exposed portion of her face was glistening and her hair was somewhat disheveled. She moved quickly to the couch and sat down, discretely trying to cover herself with her cape.

“Okay, this is enough for today. I can see the process may need to be slowed down for you, but we have made some progress today. We can move at a slow pace, though my concern is for your safety. We have a bit of a conundrum here: we need to move slowly enough to suit your comfort level, but in moving slowly you should probably cut back on crimefighting for the next month or two.”

Batgirl was not quite comfortable with taking time off. She felt a responsibility to the victims of crime, and her own ego was enjoying the positive reviews in the local papers.

“I don’t want to take too much time off Dr. Kinsey, but I do appreciate you respecting my need for a slow pace,” said Batgirl. “When can we meet again?”

“Let me check my schedule.” Dr. Kinsey walked over to her desk and flipped through her calendar. “I can squeeze you in as early as Thursday evening, and we can also set something up again for Monday. I assume you still want the late hour?”

“Is that okay?” Batgirl had scheduled a late night appointment. There was clearly no way she could be seen going into a psychologist’s office.

“As long as you’re okay paying the higher rate, I can do that.”

Batgirl nodded. She snapped open one of the pouches of her utility belt and pulled out five hundred-dollar bills. “Thank you very much Dr. Kinsey. I’ll see you Thursday at midnight.”



* * *


“So tell me how the last few days have been for you Batgirl.”

The young heroine reclined on the couch. She had been frustrated by the restrictions imposed on her crimefighting. “It’s been tough. I feel like I’m letting people down…I feel I’m letting myself down.”

“That’s vanity Batgirl. A few weeks off of crimefighting is not going to set off a crimewave. You need to think of the long game. Once we help you deal with your sexuality, you will be able to fight crime more effectively than ever. But if you go out too soon, unprepared to deal with your sexuality, you risk something terrible happening to you.”

Batgirl knew Dr. Kinsey was right. Yet it was still frustrating. Despite wearing a cowl, Dr. Kinsey could sense Batgirl’s frustration.

“Maybe we can speed things up just a bit to get you back out on the streets sooner. Is that something you feel you can handle?”

Batgirl nodded.

“I need you to say it Batgirl. You cannot be passive about this. Acknowledge what you want.”

“I want to speed things up,” she said.

“Okay, then let’s get started with today’s session. We’re going to focus on reducing your sexual desires prior to a night of crimefighting. What you need to do is—and I know this is going to make you uncomfortable—pleasure yourself before going out.”

“You mean I need to…” Batgirl’s voice trailed off. She knew what Dr. Kinsey meant, but she did not want to give voice to it.

“Yes Batgirl. You need to masturbate before going out to fight crime. This will satisfy your lust and help you maintain your focus, at least for a time. This is not a permanent solution, but this will at least give you the opportunity to fight crime for a few hours at night.”

“So before I put on my outfit and head out, I should…pleasure myself?”

“Not quite Batgirl. First off, the sexual satisfaction you need cannot be gained by doing this at home. Based on what you have told me, your lust comes from being dressed as Batgirl and in a potentially dangerous environment. Second, if you satisfy yourself at home and then have to wait for a while before any criminal activity occurs, the effect will wear off. You need to masturbate in your Batgirl costume when you’re outside waiting to stop a crime.”

Batgirl recoiled in shock!

“Relax Batgirl. I told you this would make you uncomfortable.”

Batgirl stood up. “Dr. Kinsey, this is not something I am comfortable even discussing!”

“Then perhaps we need to reconsider our arrangement here. If you do not trust me, I cannot help you. Unless you are willing to follow my instructions, you are wasting my time and your money.”

Batgirl stood quietly.

“Let’s just table today’s session. Take some time to think whether or not you’re serious about getting help. If you decide you are going to take these sessions seriously, you know how to contact me.” And with those words, Dr. Kinsey dismissed Batgirl.

Walking out of her office, Batgirl felt angry and humiliated. Being dismissed as she was bothered her. ‘The hell with her,’ Batgirl thought to herself as she straddled her motorcycle and sped off.



* * *

“I’m glad you reconsidered Batgirl,” smiled Dr. Kinsey as Batgirl walked into the office. It had been somewhat humiliating asking to continue with the psychologist, but the events of the last week had made it clear Batgirl needed professional help.

The final straw had been the incident at the bank. Bargirl had caught two men attempting a late night break-in. After dispatching the larger of the two men, she was in the process of subduing the smaller man when she let her lust overtake her logic. As the two were grappling, she began to let him land some shots. They did not hurt her much, but she let on to be dazed by the man’s attacks. A firm knee to the crotch put her on all fours. Yet what dropped her to her hands and knees was not pain but a sense of pleasure emanating from her crotch.

“Ohhhh, so…weak,” she moaned, hoping the man would take advantage of her apparent helplessness. Batgirl was not to be disappointed. The site of this gorgeous superheroine in a tight latex costume on all fours was too much for the man. A hand slipped between Batgirl’s crotch while another gripped one of her breasts. The heroine swooned as she felt the man rubbing the latex covering her womanhood. A loud moan escaped her pouty red lips. A wetness began to flow from her crotch as fingers rubbed and manipulated her pussy. The man then shoved Batgirl down on the ground and straddled her from behind. She could sense the man’s excitement as something firm was pressed between her two ass cheeks.

Batgirl was almost completely incapacitated. But to Batgirl’s amazing good fortune, she would manage to extricate herself from this dangerous predicament. Ironically, it was a result of how beautiful and sexy she was. The man straddling her had dropped his pants and was planning on taking this helpless heroine. But the sight of the helpless Batgirl, along with the sensation of her cool latex costume against his skin and the sexy moans escaping her lips were too much for him. He found himself already climaxing before he could figure out a way to remove Batgirl from her costume.

“Fuck it,” he muttered as he began to grind against the latex covering Batgirl’s firm ass. In mere moments, he came all over her. Batgirl felt the man’s body shudder, then roll off of her.

A sharp elbow to the man’s head and he was out. Batgirl quickly tied up the man and left the two would-be robbers for the police to pick up. Before leaving, she found some paper in the bank and wiped the man’s cum off her costume. She was utterly humiliated, or so she thought. Cleaning her costume back at her apartment, she realized she needed Dr. Kinsey’s help now more than ever.

But the full scope of her humiliation would be revealed the next day. Security footage had recorded Batgirl’s entire ordeal! The papers were somewhat discreet about what had happened to her—they focused on the shameful behavior of the man—but various stills and videos from the night’s affair were extensively posted online with a much less sympathetic attitude.



“I don’t think we need to go over last week’s…events. I’m sure you’ve got wind of what happened to me.”

Dr. Kinsey nodded. “I was afraid something like that. Let’s just be thankful it didn’t go any further than it did.” She gestured to the couch. Batgirl walked over to it and sat down.

“I’m ready to commit to your therapy Dr. Kinsey. I…I need your help.”

“Then let’s get started Batgirl. Do you remember what we talked about during our last abbreviated session?”

Batgirl did.

“Then let’s see if you truly are ready for our next step. I’m going to need you to be okay with this. Are you willing to let go of some of your apprehensions?”

“I am,” Batgirl said firmly.

“Okay, then make yourself comfortable on the couch.”
Batgirl sat back and waited for Dr. Kinsey to continue.

“Now I want you to masturbate for me. I want you to play with yourself until you climax. I want you to fondle yourself until you cum.”

Though she sensed Dr. Kinsey was going to address the issue of sexual self-gratification, hearing those words shocked her. Dr. Kinsey had anticipated Batgirl’s reaction, but she was prepared with some soothing reassurance. “Don’t be anxious Batgirl. This is an entirely natural act. If it makes you more comfortable, I can turn down the lights.”

Batgirl knew she could not back out again. Despite being a sexy crimefighting badass (as she referred to herself), she strangely enough felt almost intimidated by Dr. Kinsey—she did not want to disappoint her.

“That would help,” the heroine murmured.

Dimming the lights, Batgirl looked even more stunning. The low lighting added to the sensual curves and intrigue of a sexy masked heroine in a skin-tight latex costume and bright yellow gloves and boots.

“Begin when you’re ready Batgirl,” whispered Dr. Kinsey.

Batgirl leaned back in the couch and began massaging her chest. Her nipples hardened against the tight latex as she felt herself aroused. Feeling emboldened by the growing sensation between her legs, she moved one hand down to her crotch and began rubbing her womanhood. She could feel the heat of her body as a wetness started to set in. Panting and moaning, Batgirl began to press and prod and poke harder—her gloved hand rubbing her latex-covered crotch created a vibration that served to further stimulate her.
Dr. Kinsey glanced up at the clock. She was impressed. Batgirl was already on the verge of a climax in less than a minute! Clearly this heroine had some seriously repressed sexual urges.

“Let yourself cum Batgirl,” ordered Dr. Kinsey in a low voice.

“Ohhhh!!!!” Batgirl let out a loud moan as she firmly cupped her crotch and pushed tightly. Then she came. A warm wetness spread from her crotch. Batgirl let out a deep and satisfied sigh as she reclined back into the couch.

Dr. Kinsey waited for a full minute, then she stood up. “Now, how do you feel Batgirl?”

Licking her lips, Batgirl realized her sense of sexual satisfaction was suddenly being replaced with a sense of humiliation. “I feel…bothered…embarrassed…”

“Good! This is what I wanted you to understand. Right now, your lust has been replaced by humiliation and, possibly, anger. Those two emotions will help curb your lustful desires, at least for a time. You need to satisfy your urges—urges that are entirely natural—before putting yourself in a tense situation where distractions can cost you.”

Dr. Kinsey’s point made sense. Batgirl wanted to ask about the issue of cleaning up. After all, her crotch was soaked. Her skin-tight latex pants were covered in cum. Thankfully, it could not flow through the latex. Still, it felt awkward to be covered in her own cum while out in public.

Being a trained sexual therapist and psychologist, Dr. Kinsey could sense Batgirl’s concern. “You’re worried about cumming in your pants, aren’t you Batgirl?”

“It feels so dirty. I’ve messed up my—”

“There’s another aspect we need to address,” Dr. Kinsey interrupted. “You are not dirty. You did not mess up your pants. You’re merely releasing your own bodily fluids Batgirl. What’s dirty about that?”

It was a fair point.

“Furthermore, think about how you feel right now. You’re not feeling any lust or sexual desire. Instead, you’re feeling emotions that can serve to help you fight crime!”

Another good point.

“When you pleasure yourself before an altercation, you should not clean yourself. Even though there is nothing wrong in what you have done, your sense of humiliation is useful. If you clean yourself, you won’t feel the same degree of humiliation. Those lustful feelings may build up again sooner than you anticipate.”

Batgirl thought about it. Dr. Kinsey was making a lot of sense.

The doctor walked over to Batgirl and squared down beside her on the couch. “And look, no one can see or sense you came.” Dr. Kinsey put her hand on Batgirl’s crotch. This startled Batgirl and she flinched. But she knew better than to make a move to lift Dr. Kinsey’s hand. Slowly, Dr. Kinsey moved her hand over Batgirl’s crotch and inner thighs.

“How does this feel?” whispered Dr. Kinsey.

“Um…I…” Batgirl could not think of anything to say.

“I need to know if this arouses you. Tell me how this feels.”

Batgirl had to admit there was a small amount of arousal building inside her already. She told Dr. Kinsey as much.

“This might be a problem. I was hoping my touching you would not have an effect, but if you’re already beginning to feel aroused once again…” Dr. Kinsey trailed off. She stood up and walked over to her desk. “Your desires are more profound than I anticipated.”

Is this going to be a problem?” asked Batgirl.

“No…no. We can overcome this issue, but it is going to take a more intense approach in the weeks to come. But I’m glad we were able to have a productive session today. Give me some time to prepare for our next session. How about next Tuesday night? Would that work for you Batgirl?”

Tuesday night worked.

“Fine. We will approach your situation with a new treatment come Tuesday. In the meantime, use the strategy we worked on today if you’re going to go crimefighting in the next few days.”

“Thank you doctor,” said Batgirl with appreciation. She walked out of the office with a sense of confidence she had not had up until that night’s session. In fact, she did not even feel a sense of shame as she straddled her motorcycle and felt her soaked panties pressing against her crotch.





Riding her motorcycle to her midnight session, Batgirl felt a thrill of excitement—It was erotic wearing her Batgirl costume with no underwear. There was something arousing in feeling her naked crotch press up against the cool skintight fabric; there was also the risqué element of having nothing on beneath.

‘If those guys only knew Batgirl wasn’t wearing any underwear,’ she thought to herself as she passed by a group of men stumbling out of a bar. What if she suddenly had to jump into action tonight and her costume ripped in the wrong place? Enhanced by those thoughts, the subtle vibrations from the motorcycle’s engine created a sensual pleasure for the heroine that would soon be exploited.

When she walked into the office, she noticed Dr. Kinsey had the lights already dimmed. Batgirl could sense the night’s session had some new element to it: Dr. Kinsey was wearing a tight black leather mini-skirt and a form-fitting shirt, but it was the thigh-high boots that drew Batgirl’s attention.

“I hope you remembered my request of you.” Dr. Kinsey spoke in a soft voice, softer than usual. She walked slowly towards Batgirl. She could sense Batgirl’s apprehension, but she knew the apprehension had a tinge of excitement and titillation. The two stood feet apart in the middle of the room in awkward silence. Batgirl reflexively licked her lips. Dr. Kinsey smiled, she knew the young heroine was willing to give herself to her now.

“Let’s start by removing this.” Doctor Kinsey slowly unbuckled Batgirl’s utility belt. It fell to the ground with a light thud. she then tugged at the top of Batgirl’s pants, pulled it aside and allowed her other hand to slip beneath. “You remembered,” whispered the psychologist as her hand slipped unencumbered down Batgirl’s pants to her crotch.

“Dr. Kinsey! I…I don’t know about this…”

The psychologist let go of the young heroine and stepped back.

“Stop it Batgirl! You need to be honest about who you are. Think about it: you call yourself ‘Batgirl, yet I would guess you’re at least nineteen years old. Why do you think you use the word ‘girl’ instead of ‘woman’? You want to present a chaste and innocent face to the word. Yet look at yourself.” She pointed to the wall mirror and half-turned Batgirl to face her image. “You wear a skin-tight latex outfit, and what can best be described as ‘fuck-me boots’, to fight crime?! You’re clearly aware of how you look, and based on your urges and desires you have some strong womanly needs.”

Batgirl looked at herself in the mirror. There was a lot of truth to what she said. Yet still she hesitated…

“Think about why you hesitate Batgirl. I can see it isn’t from a lack of desire. You want to be touched—you like to be touched. When I just caressed you last week, you admitted to feeling a lustful desire. You hesitate because you feel you need to, you feel improper. Let those restrictions go Batgirl. Free yourself from whatever puritanical strictures are holding you back! Just tell me what you want.”

Batgirl trembled.

“If you don’t tell me what you want, you won’t get what you need."

“I want you to help me,” murmured Batgirl.

She took hold of Dr. Kinsey’s hand and pulled it towards her. Then she leaned back to allow her psychologist more room to maneuver. She shuddered when she felt her cool latex pants pulled back and Doctor Kinsey’s fingers press against her womanhood, and a sharp moan escaped her lips when a finger pressed into her, penetrating her. Though she had planned to focus all her will on being cold and analytical—after all, this was a psychologist helping her with a mental issue—Batgirl just did not have it in her to control herself. As Dr. Kinsey’s fingers slipped deep inside her, Batgirl’s legs almost gave way and she immediately became wet. A gentle moan escaped her lips as she leaned further back and spread her legs to allow Doctor Kinsey easier access to her. As Batgirl felt Kinsey’s fingers pressing and probing deeper inside her, Batgirl’s body was already beginning to climax. “Oh doctor!” she gasped as she felt a wetness begin to slowly drip down her thighs. She grabbed ahold of the doctor’s hand and tried to press the doctor’s fingers deeper inside her.

Doctor Kinsey’s other hand suddenly slapped Batgirl across the face!

“Batgirl! Pull yourself together!”

“Wha—”

“I am not here to give you an orgasm Batgirl! This is a psychological treatment, not some sort of hook-up session! Pull yourself together!”

Batgirl was stunned and ashamed! She was having trouble understanding what was going on. Doctor Kinsey had been so good, she had completely let herself go.

“No! I need this!” Batgirl kept a firm grip on the hand between her thighs. Grinding hard against Dr. Kinsey’s hand, the heroine was moving quickly towards climaxing.

“Don’t you dare cum Batgirl!” shouted Dr. Kinsey. But her order was completely disregarded. And she could not break her hand loose from Batgirl’s firm grip. Try as she might, she could not pull herself away from the heroine. Batgirl was bucking against her hand, then her body suddenly went taut. A wetness covered Dr. Kinsey’s hand and she felt Batgirl’s grip loosen. She yanked her hand away, looking in disgust at her wet fingers.

“This is completely unacceptable Batgirl!” Dr. Kinsey was irate.

Now that she had cum, Batgirl started to regain her senses. Hadn’t Dr. Kinsey been giving her clear signals? And how could she not want the Batgirl?! Dr. Kinsey should be honored by the chance to touch her! It was a privilege; who else could say they had fingered Batgirl?

Before the heroine could let her ego distract her from her compromising actions, Dr. Kinsey asserted her dominance.

“Look at yourself Batgirl!”

Batgirl caught sight of herself in the office mirror. She looked quite the sight: pants around her ankles, body covered in sweat and cum, hair completely disheveled and her mask slightly askew.

“You completely lost control of yourself! And how dare you take advantage of me as you did?!” Dr. Kinsey continued to reprimand the young heroine. “You could be accused of sexually assaulting me Batgirl! I did not give you permission to use me as you did.”

The severity of the situation was starting to set in.

“I’m so sorry Dr. Kinsey! I…I was just so turned on by you. And I thought…” her voice trailed off.

“And didn’t I tell you not to cum? Your discipline is severely lacking Batgirl.”

Batgirl looked down. When it came to her sexual urges, she know she lacked self-control.

“I’m going to give you an opportunity to redeem yourself. But I need you to understand that you must comply with anything I tell you. Do you agree to those terms?”

The heroine nodded.

“This is what I was afraid of Batgirl. You’ve let yourself become completely vulnerable. All I have to do is give you a little sexual attention and I own you. Think about what might happen if I was an actual villain and not trying to help you!”

Batgirl was still confused. Dr. Kinsey seemed to be into her, both metaphorically and—a few second ago—literally. What had happened? How did she misread the situation so terribly?

Becoming more self-conscious, Batgirl reached down and pulled up her pants. Standing up, she stumbled backwards and almost fell over the couch. Dropping into it, she sat back and stared up at Dr. Kinsey, who was standing directly in front of her.

“First off, I will decide when you get to orgasm Batgirl. This is therapy, not a fun Friday night in the dorms. Second, you need to ask me for it. You don’t get to use my hand to finger-fuck yourself.”

Batgirl blushed in embarrassment. Dr. Kinsey could see through Batgirl’s posture and reddening face that her comments had him home. The heroine’s shame was a strategy Dr. Kinsey was about to exploit.

“And third, you need to remember that I am in charge. When I tell you to do something, you need to comply.”

Thinking about Dr. Kinsey’s comment about sexual assault and feeling the doctor’s frustration with her, Batgirl was eager to please. She nodded vigorously, hoping the doctor could sense how much she wanted to atone for her actions.
Dr. Kinsey seemed to accept Batgirl’s contrition.

“Okay, then let’s start with a little exercise to see if you’re truly remorseful for having taken advantage of me.”

“I am Dr. Kinsey. I swear I am!”

“Then let’s start by having you stand over there,” Dr. Kinsey pointed to the area in front of her desk. Stand just beneath the overhead light and face me.”

Batgirl complied.

“Remove your gloves and place them on my desk.”

She did so, then turned back to the doctor.

“Now take off your top.”

Batgirl blinked. Had she heard right? Was the doctor asking her to take off her top?!

“You said you were ready to do as I say. Now take off your top,” ordered Dr. Kinsey.
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Slowly, Batgirl began to strip. Pulling off her top, she placed it on the desk and looked back at Dr. Kinsey, who was now sitting on the couch.

“Stand with your hands on your hips. Stop trying to cover your chest Batgirl.”

Hands on hips, Batgirl stood beneath the light and wondered what Dr. Kinsey was up to.

“Now do a full turn for me Batgirl. But turn around slowly.”

She did so. Facing Dr. Kinsey once again, Batgirl felt herself beginning to sweat beneath the light. She wondered how she could feel so self-conscious when earlier that night she was completely okay having Dr. Kinsey fingering her.
“Now take off your pants Batgirl.”

Batgirl bit her lip. She was about to ask Dr. Kinsey if she really had to take them off, but the look on the doctor’s face dashed the impulse. Slowly, she reached down to the top of her pants and began to tug them down. Once they were off, Batgirl felt a sudden chill. She held her costume against her chest, hoping Dr. Kinsey would be okay with that. She most definitely was not.
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“Put you pants on the desk Batgirl.”

“I just feel really self-conscious,” she protested.

“How do you think I felt when you used me for your own sexual gratification? You don’t think that was humiliating for me? I’m a doctor, and you made me into your own private fuck toy!”

The comment struck home. Batgirl placed her pants on Dr. Kinsey’s desk. Then she turned to face the doctor. Wearing only her mask and her boots, she stood facing her psychologist. Dr. Kinsey had to admit to herself, the heroine looked absolutely stunning. Her tight bodies and sensuous curves were quite distracting.

“Now walk over to me,” ordered Dr. Kinsey.

The exposed heroine walked over to where Dr. Kinsey stood by the couch.

“What we need to do is remove the stigma of what you did to me Batgirl.”

Batgirl certainly wanted that. She could not believe she had sexually molested Dr. Kinsey!

“In order to do that, we need overlap that memory with a more powerful one. And in doing so, we need to create a scenario in which you received permission from me to climax. This scenario needs to be one of mutual agreement.”

“How do we do that?” asked Batgirl.

“Like this.”

Dr. Kinsey gently pushed Batgirl down onto the couch.

“Now let your body relax.”

Batgirl lay back on the couch and closed her eyes. She felt a warmth over her naked body as Dr. Kinsey straddled her on the couch. A trill of excitement flooded Batgirl’s body as she felt the psychologist’s lips touch hers as hands caressed her thighs. Batgirl’s lips welcomed hers, and the two kissed. Their lips locked and Batgirl felt all her self-consciousness and shame and humiliation fall away. She pulled the woman tightly against her body.

Though Batgirl was willing to give in—and was certainly enjoying—Dr. Kinsey’s sexual attention, the heroine was not adept at returning the favor. She felt so liberated in being practically naked—the boots and mask were the only vestige of the heroine; Batgirl was now merely a young woman enjoying the thralls of sexual gratification. Yet in those grip of lust, Batgirl was not paying adequate attention to the woman pleasuring her.

“Oohhh,” Batgirl moaned as she came for a third time as Dr. Kinsey’s fingers conducted a finely-orchestrated performance on the heroine. The massaging, rubbing, probing and penetrating gave Batgirl what she wanted and she fell to her knees as she climaxed.

Batgirl then felt herself grabbed by her mask and pulled towards Dr. Kinsey’s crotch!

“Kiss me Batgirl,” whispered the doctor.

Batgirl was confused. How was she supposed to kiss her when her head was being gradually pulled up between the doctor’s thighs? She tried to pull her head away, but Dr. Kinsey’s grip was firm and pushed her up against her crotch. Batgirl could sense the heat and wetness beneath the thin silk material covering Dr. Kinsey’s womanhood. She suddenly realized what Dr. Kinsey wanted and she tried pulling away.

“Kiss me,” ordered Dr. Kinsey.

What ensued was an awkward and highly unsatisfying experience for both women. Batgirl let Dr. Kinsey drive her crotch into her face as she halfheartedly kissed the thin fabric covering the doctor’s pussy. And when Dr. Kinsey pulled aside her silk panties, Batgirl pulled back.

“I…I’m not ready to…” Batgirl’s voice pathetically trailed off. She was both embarrassed and bothered: she was embarrassed for frustrating Dr. Kinsey and she was bothered at the thought of herself—Batgirl—having her head shoved up a woman’s crotch and being ordered to give the woman oral sex.

Dr. Kinsey thought about using the moment to chastise the heroine for being both selfish and not reciprocating. But a better thought replaced it and she quietly let Batgirl slip out from between her legs. ‘If she doesn’t want to kiss, I guess I’ll just have to make her suck.’ Dr. Kinsey let the awkward silence envelop the office as Batgirl quickly picked up her costume from the desk and began to dress, doing her best to avoid Dr. Kinsey’s gaze.

“I…I’m sorry. I’ll get going now…” Batgirl muttered as she pulled on her boots. She stood up and quickly made her way to the door.

“Don’t forget your belt Batgirl.” Dr. Kinsey picked up the utility belt and tossed it to the heroine. But just before Batgirl walked out, Dr. Kinsey called to her.

“We can try this again next week if you’re willing to follow my directions. I know you’re confused right now but you are making progress, slow as it is.”

“Okay,” muttered Bargirl as she walked out.

It was a long ride back to her apartment.

* * *

“Your next breakthrough is going to be more of a paradigm shift. We need to discuss your attitude regarding sex.”

“What about my attitude?” Batgirl asked in a defensive manner.

Batgirl had been mulling over the previous session. It had been humiliating being treated like some petulant teen begging for sex. She was Batgirl! How dare Dr. Kinsey treat her in such a demeaning manner! And having her head shoved into Dr. Kinsey's crotch?! Yet at the same time, Batgirl could not stop thinking about how good it felt to be almost completely exposed and having Dr. Kinsey's hands all over her naked body...

Dr. Kinsey had anticipated Batgirl’s frustrations and was already moving to soothe the disgruntled heroine.

“Look Batgirl, you need to accept that you are the professional out on the streets, but in here you need to understand I’m the expert. I know this is hard for you Batgirl. You should be proud of yourself for taking a significant step in self-improvement. A lesser heroine would not be willing to humble herself and seek out help. And considering all you do for this city, being able to assist you in your crimefighting is the least I can do.

“In order for you to gain greater control over yourself out there,” Dr. Kinsey gestured towards the frosted window pane through which a glow from the streetlight gave the office a calming aura, “you need to give up control in here. Lie back on the couch and make yourself comfortable Batgirl.”

The compliment had the desired effect on Batgirl. Her irritation was replaced with self-satisfaction. A lesser heroine certainly would not have had the courage to do as she had done. She sat back in the couch and waited for Dr. Kinsey to continue.

“You need to relax about sex. It has too much control over you. What we need to do is mitigate its effect on you.”

“How do we do that?”

“I’ll tell you, but I need you to trust me Batgirl. Do you trust that I have your best interests in mind?”

“I do,” Batgirl nodded.

“And you’ll comply with my treatments?”

Batgirl nodded again.

“I need you to say it Batgirl.”

“I will comply with your treatments Dr. Kinsey.”

Batgirl’s answer satisfied Dr. Kinsey. She took a deep breath. “In the simplest of terms, we need to get you fucked Batgirl.”

Batgirl was completely taken aback. It was an amazingly crass and crude comment, and an even more crass and crude suggestion!

But Dr. Kinsey had anticipated Batgirl’s reaction well beforehand.

“But I’m a virgin!”

“I know Batgirl. Rest assured I have given your predicament a lot of thought. But at some point, we need to resolve the conflicting issue of your virginity and your sex drive—your innocence and your lust. With your profound urges pushing you further and further into dangerous circumstances, my concern is you’re going to end up losing your virginity to some two-bit punk due to your inability to suppress your sexual appetites.

“Now I know, you’re wondering how an educated and sophisticated psychologist could suggest such a crass and basic solution. The fact is, you need to debase yourself Batgirl. You need to reduce sex to, for lack of a better term, a good fuck. This will lessen the intensity of your urges while simultaneously satisfying your needs.”

“But…wouldn’t that make me a…a slut?”

“Stop thinking in such arcane terms Batgirl. You clearly need to address your sexual repression. As I’ve told you, I’m also licensed in sex therapy. I can help see you through this, but you need to stop being so uptight and conservative in your thinking.”

“So what you’re saying is…I need to have sex in order to avoid having my sexuality be a liability?”

“Precisely. As we discussed earlier, we need to reduce the significance and impact of sex on you in order for you to remain focused during times of duress. And we certainly can’t have you lose control or perspective the moment some criminal should grab your breasts or cup your crotch. At this point, when you’re in the heat of combat and full of adrenaline, a criminal need only touch one of your sensual body parts and you’ll be spreading your legs for him—you’ll be writhing on all fours hoping for a criminal to put his hands all over you, rubbing your body and fingering you through that tight latex outfit of yours.”

Batgirl blushed at the mental image Dr. Kinsey was creating in her mind, partly because she was a bit turned on at the thought of it. Dr. Kinsey could sense Batgirl’s arousal as she continued describing a helpless Batgirl being manhandled by a common criminal. At the point she could see Batgirl’s nipples practically piercing her latex top, Dr. Kinsey left the theoretical Batgirl soaked in her own sweat and cum and turned to the actual Batgirl reclining on the couch and glistening in the dim light. The heroine was properly primed to take the next step.

“Now, tell me what you want Batgirl.”

“I want you to help me,” Batgirl eagerly requested. The bitterness Batgirl had felt upon entering the room had completely disappeared, replaced with a lustful enthusiasm.

Dr. Kinsey shook her head. “You disappoint me Batgirl. I thought you picked up on the issue from our last session, but it seems I’m going to have to explicitly spell it out for you. You’re being intentionally vague. Specify what you want. Until you’re willing to vocalize what you want, I can’t help you.”

Batgirl began to understand what Dr. Kinsey was asking of her.

“You don’t get to let things happen in a passive way. You need to take charge. Now tell me what you want!”
Batgirl licked her lips. She found herself fantasizing at the thought of what almost happened during their last session. Was that why Dr. Kinsey had chosen to wear such a short yet tight mini-skirt? And those boots—they looked professional, but not in the sense of office-professional.

Dr. Kinsey repeated the question one more time. She seemed to be almost cooing the question, urging Batgirl to say what Dr. Kinsey knew she wanted to say.

“I need you to say it Batgirl,” ordered Dr. Kinsey.

Batgirl hesitated. It was so wrong, she knew that. Yet despite telling herself that Dr. Kinsey was a trained psychologist and was clearly trying to help her out, the truth was that something else was prompting her to say those words. An urge, a desire, a lust deep within her that had been forced to be dormant for years was finally breaking through. And she wanted to finally satisfy those urges. Her mouth opened.

“Please…touch me,” she whispered.

Dr. Kinsey smiled and stood up. She slowly moved over to where Batgirl sat sweating in anticipation.

“I want you to beg for it Batgirl. Get on a knee and ask. Then you shall have what you ask for.”

Batgirl took a knee and looked up at Dr. Kinsey. “Touch me Dr. Kinsey.”
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“Stand up Batgirl.”

The heroine stood up. She inhaled deeply as Dr. Kinsey reached down to Batgirl’s utility belt, unbuckled it and let it fall to the floor. She almost moaned as Dr. Kinsey’s hand moved up her thigh and caressed her crotch. She almost gasped when Dr. Kinsey’s firmly cupped her crotch. Then she felt a finger tickling her clitoris and her legs almost buckled.

“Let it happen Batgirl. Just relax and allow yourself to accept this pleasure. Now that you’re willing to ask for it, I can give it to you.”

Batgirl felt herself relaxing even as the anticipation of Dr. Kinsey’s “therapy” built inside of her.

“Now…let’s see if I can find where to gain access to Batgirl’s womanhood,” whispered Dr. Kinsey in an enticing voice. Her hands slowly felt about Batgirl’s hips until she found where

Batgirl’s skin-tight pants blended with her skin-tight top. One hand slipped down and around the side of the tight latex pants, cupped one of Batgirl’s firm butt-cheeks and gave it a hard squeeze. This distracted Batgirl enough that she missed Dr. Kinsey’s other hand pulling down the front of her pants, exposing Batgirl throbbing womanhood!

“I’m glad you remembered my instructions not to have on any underwear. Now…let’s really get that pussy of yours wet.”

The doctor’s hand cupped Batgirl’s crotch and began slowly rubbing and massaging her. Her legs shuddered. A warmth flowed from Batgirl’s pussy and a moan of pleasure came from Batgirl’s lips.

“Tell me again what you want Batgirl,” Dr. Kinsey seductively cooed in Batgirl’s ear. It was time to push Batgirl further towards the sexual abyss. There was no hesitation from the heroine.

“Finger me! Make me cum!”

Dr. Kinsey pressed two fingers deep inside Batgirl. The heroine swooned. The room began to spin and she felt herself in a blissful daze. Her eyes locked on Dr. Kinsey. Her lips opened and she pulled the doctor firmly against her and kissed her passionately. Their lips locked as the two embraced. As she firmly kissed her, Batgirl spread her legs to allow Dr. Kinsey’s fingers to enter her more deeply. The combination of the intense kissing and the deep fingering built up to the most intense climax Batgirl had ever experienced. Gripping Batgirl’s exposed ass, Dr. Kinsey pressed her fingers one final time deeply into the young heroine. She felt Batgirl tremble, then cum. A moan of pure ecstasy escaped the heroine’s mouth and she fell backwards onto the couch.

“Oh…my…god!” Batgirl panted into a pillow as she lay across the couch in sexual euphoria. “That was amazing!”

Dr. Kinsey looked at the exhausted and defenseless heroine. It was quite a site: Batgirl, with her pants around her boots and her hair disheveled, bare-assed and splayed out on her couch in a state of semi-consciousness. She smiled. Batgirl’s progress was better than she anticipated. It was just a matter of time…



It took a full five minutes for Batgirl to fully regain her senses. She finally rolled over on the couch and pulled her pants back up. Strangely enough, she felt no sense of embarrassment—she was not in the least way self-conscious. ‘Dr. Kinsey’s sessions are working!’

When she finally got to her feet, Dr. Kinsey was settled in at her desk and had her calendar out. “Shall we set something up for next week Batgirl?”

Batgirl hesitated. It was only Tuesday! She could not wait a full week. “Um…would you be able to squeeze me in Thursday? Or Friday? Either day works for me.”

Had Batgirl not been so eager to set up the session and less distracted by the sense of sexual satisfaction, she might have caught it. But as it was, all she could focus on was setting up another session as soon as possible.

“Let’s plan on Friday then. In the meantime, I’m going to give you a little homework assignment.” Reaching into the top drawer of her desk, she pulled out an envelope and placed it on the corner of her desk.

Batgirl walked over to the desk and picked it up.

“Read this once you get home.”

Folding the envelope, she placed it into one of the larger pouches of her utility belt, Then she pulled out five crisp hundred dollar bills and placed them on the desk.

“See you Friday Dr. Kinsey, and thank you.”

Batgirl felt slightly embarrassed; it seemed strange thanking her. But her ride home from Dr. Kinsey’s office had never been more relaxing and satisfying, and that night she slept more profoundly than she had in years.


* * *


“If we are going to go any further, we will need to change the way we do business Batgirl. I cannot accept payment from you for these next few sessions. In fact, I should not have accepted your last payment.”

“What’s the problem?”

Dr. Kinsey hesitated. “If we are going to engage in these types of…shall we say ‘hands-on’ sessions…consider what paying in cash seems to imply. Now we know that these sessions are helping you with a critical weakness of yours, and obviously all these sessions are confidential, but even so I cannot accept a cash payment for such sessions.”

Batgirl felt suddenly anxious. Was Dr. Kinsey not going to continue with her therapy? She had been looking forward to it with such an intensity that she could not focus on any of her day’s tasks. All she wanted was Dr. Kinsey to touch her, to finger her, to penetrate her. And the way she looked: wearing that distracting black leather mini-skirt, partially unbuttoned blouse with those thigh-high boots again…

“But…how do I continue with my sessions? There has to be some way I can pay you!”

“Relax Batgirl. We can continue our sessions, but I’m going to ask you to do something in return for me in compensation for waiving the cost of our session.”

Batgirl wondered what Dr. Kinsey meant, but that was something she would ask about after Dr. Kinsey’s session. She nodded as she moved over to the couch and sat down.

“For today’s session, I want to explore various scenarios you might face as a crimefighter. Obviously I hope this never comes to pass, but what might happen if a criminal were to overpower you? What would happen if you found yourself restrained and in the hands of a hardened criminal? We need to make sure you wouldn’t lose your composure or be unable to focus on escape.”

Batgirl was confused.

“You’re not making sense Dr. Kinsey. Why would I not try to escape?”

“Let me show you why,” said Dr. Kinsey as she reached into the bottom drawer of her desk. “Have a seat in this chair,” she gestured to the wooden chair beside her desk. This was the first time she noticed a chair had been added to the office. Was it for her? Confused, Batgirl walked over to the chair and sat down. Dr. Kinsey walked up behind her and let the end of a rope fall into her lap.

“Now sit easy as we prepare for today’s session.”

Several minutes later, Batgirl found herself firmly tied to the chair.

“Now before you try to free yourself, we need to first fully set-up the scenario. Imagine you’ve been temporarily knocked out and find yourself restrained.”

Batgirl tried to imagine the scenario: her hands and legs bound (probably by her own bat lasso), her costume torn, relatively helpless…
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“Chances are, this is what you’re going to be in for.” Dr. Kinsey leaned over Batgirl and squeezed her breasts. Batgirl was startled. Instinctively she began to protest.

“Dr. Kinsey, I—

A hard slap stopped Batgirl in mid sentence.

“Shut up Batbitch!” and a cloth rag was shoved into Batgirl’s mouth.

“Ungh!” Batgirl could only make a few muffled noises as she strained against the restraints. She felt the rope giving a bit. But before she could make any further progress, she felt a hand slip down the front of her skin-tight pants. Fingers began playing with her pussy. Batgirl moaned against the gag. She bit down hard as she felt Dr. Kinsey’s fingers enter her. They moved expertly, slipping in and out of her. Then she felt a finger tickling her clitoris. Between the penetrating and the tickling, Batgirl could only press her thighs apart to give Dr. Kinsey more access to her womanhood. As Dr. Kinsey continued to play with her pussy, Batgirl felt a powerful climax building inside her. She pressed her body harder against the restraints, not with an intent to escape but as a physical response to the impending climax. Her entire body suddenly went taut, then she slumped into the chair as she came. She could feel her cum spreading inside her pants as she sat slumped in the chair panting.

“And that’s what I anticipated Batgirl. Look at how you completely lost focus once I started to play with your body. What do you think any sane person with a criminal mind is going to want to do to you if they are able to incapacitate you? They’re going to want to fuck you every which way! And if you don’t overcome your sexual urges, you’re simply going to let them have their way with you! Do you want a repeat of the incident at the Gotham Bank? Only the next time, it won’t simply be some guy cumming on your costume.”

Batgirl understood and nodded.

“I’m going to untie you now. Take five minutes to clean up and we can continue with today’s session.”

Once she was freed, Batgirl excused herself to the doctor’s private bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Despite a mild sense of humiliation—after all, she had been tied up and restrained—Batgirl felt a senes of arrogance flow through her. She looked amazingly sexy with her hair disheveled, a glistening glow to her face, her costume clinging tightly to her sweating body. The wetness between her legs, a few weeks ago something that would have caused her to feel shame, served to only further the sexual intensity of what she saw in the mirror.



“Now let’s try the restraints again. I’ll go a bit easier on you this time Batgirl.”

Having done a fairly decent job of cleaning herself, Batgirl was ready for another of Dr. Kinsey’s “lessons”.

“Where do you want me Dr. Kinsey?”

“Lie down on your stomach,” said Dr. Kinsey as she gestured to the couch.

A few minutes later, Batgirl found herself hogtied with a gag in her mouth.

“From this position, I won’t be able to create as much of a sensual effect for you. My hope is you can avoid being distracted and can break free. Now let’s get started once again.”

Dr. Kinsey began by rubbing and massaging Batgirl’s firm ass. She also spent a fair amount of time playing with Batgirl’s breasts as the heroine struggled against the ropes. There was still a fair amount of distraction—Dr. Kinsey knew how to arouse her—but without the penetration the heroine was able to focus enough on her restraints. It took less than a minute for Batgirl to free herself. She smiled at Dr. Kinsey as she pulled the gag from her mouth.

“Well done Batgirl!” Dr. Kinsey clapped as Batgirl placed the ropes and gag on the couch. “Better than I anticipated.”

Batgirl felt herself blush with pride, which was odd considering what she was being praised for. Nonetheless, it felt good to receive praise from Dr. Kinsey. She was a hard woman to please, and compliments had not come easily from her.

“Let’s try another scenario.”

Batgirl nodded eagerly. Between the sexual ecstasy of the first scenario and the successful outcome of the second, Batgirl was more than willing to try just about any scenario Dr. Kinsey had in mind.

Batgirl failed the next scenario in spectacular fashion.

At first the heroine thought it would be easy to escape—she was confident after her second trial. The restraints were a bit more intricate than before. In fact, she had almost asked Dr. Kinsey if this type of restraint was a likely one based on where she would be fighting crime. But she chose to keep silent lest Dr. Kinsey chastise her or stop the session prematurely. She definitely did not want the session to end yet!

Batgirl soon found herself stretched out on the couch. Her legs were spread apart and a rope was tied around her boots to each post of the couch. Her hips were slightly elevated with her legs hanging over the far end of the couch and her heels pressed against the wooden legs of the furniture. Both arms were stretched out over her head and tied to the posts on the other end of the couch. The pillows had been removed to allow for Batgirl’s body to be fully stretched out on the couch.

Dr. Kinsey had started by massaging her thighs and playing with her breasts. The tickling of her nipples was a new one for Batgirl. She felt them harden under Dr. Kinsey’s fingers, piercing against the latex of her costume. It was distracting enough to weaken her attempts to escape. But things quickly went south when Dr. Kinsey removed Batgirl’s utility belt and pulled down her pants. Normally there would have been a struggle as her latex pants were skin-tight, but Batgirl’s sweat and cum served as a lubricant and the pants smoothly slipped down past her thighs. Being restrained and exposed was a powerful arousal for the heroine.
Yet even so, Batgirl could have at least put up a semblance of a struggle. She anticipated Dr. Kinsey’s fingers and closed her eyes in expectation. But a strange sound made her open her eyes and look down. The warm vibrating metal against her clitoris elicited a visceral sexual response from Batgirl. She orgasmed almost immediately.

Dr. Kinsey did not stop. The vibrator continued moving up and down against Batgirl’s crotch. To her shock, Batgirl felt herself building up to another orgasm! She bucked against her restraints and the vibrating device between her legs. This second orgasm was more powerful than her first! She was almost hyperventilating as she panted in sexual rapture.

And yet even so, Batgirl may have avoided Dr. Kinsey’s disapproval had she put up some resistance during this third trial. She had begun to regain her bearings after Dr. Kinsey pulled the vibrator away from her crotch. But that was not the end of the trial. Suddenly Batgirl felt something hard and cool penetrating deep inside of her! Slowly at first, Dr. Kinsey began penetrating Batgirl with a smooth device that looked somewhat like a rod. It slid gently inside the heroine. Up and down, Dr. Kinsey repeatedly penetrated Batgirl. And all Batgirl could do was moan in pleasure. There was absolutely no resistance, unless pressing her hips up against Dr. Kinsey’s rod to deepen the penetration counted as resistance. By the time Dr. Kinsey finished with her, Batgirl’s body was covered in sweat and cum and her gag was covered in drool.

Batgirl was a mess. A very disappointed Dr. Kinsey removed Batgirl’s restraints. “Pull yourself together Batgirl,” was all she said as she walked over to her desk.

Batgirl slowly rolled off the couch and fell to the floor. She tried gathering her bearings, tugging on her pants. After much yanking and pulling, the latex pants were finally back on. Getting to her feet, she stumbled over to Dr. Kinsey’s desk where the psychologist sat back in her chair watching her.

“I…I’m so sorry Dr. Kinsey. I don’t know what came over me.”

“We’ll address that in a bit. First we need to give you a third-person perspective of your potential predicament. We’re going to switch roles. You’re going to have to pay close attention to my instructions Batgirl.”

“Yes ma’am,” the heroine agreed. Dr. Kinsey smiled. She liked the way Batgirl was becoming more and more submissive. Her use of “ma’am” was yet another example of the heroine’s gradual subservience.

“Tie my hands together behind my back.” Dr. Kinsey handed Batgirl the same rope she had used on the heroine.

Batgirl proceeded to tie Dr. Kinsey’s hands together behind her back. The doctor sat back down in her leather chair.

“Now stand directly in front of me, between me and my desk.”

Batgirl to where Dr. Kinsey was indicating with her eyes. Dr. Kinsey reclined in her chair and put her feet up on her desk as Batgirl stood between Dr. Kinsey’s legs looking down at the psychologist.

“Now do you remember what I did to you during your first trial?”

The heroine nodded.

“Then you know what to do next Batgirl.”

She did. Batgirl began by massaging Dr. Kinsey’s chest. She could feel the doctor’s breathing deepen and nipples harden. Dr. Kinsey’s breath deepened even further when Batgirl began rubbing her thighs. As the gloved hands worked their way slowly to Dr. Kinsey’s crotch, the heroine felt the woman tremble as her fingers grazed the doctor’s womanhood. Batgirl’s hands moved gently over Dr. Kinsey’s silk panties. Batgirl tried to remember just how Dr. Kinsey had touched her. Had the heroine not been feeling the full effect of multiple orgasms, she might have been aghast at what she was doing.

Dr. Kinsey inhaled sharply when she felt her panties pulled aside and the cool latex material covering Batgirl’s hand press up against her womanhood. A slight moan escaped her lips when two gloved fingers entered her. But Dr. Kinsey quickly recovered, hiding her pleasure behind a commanding face.

“Now try to make me cum Batgirl,” she ordered the heroine.

Batgirl began moving her fingers as she remembered Dr. Kinsey doing to her. She could feel the doctor’s wetness begin to increase, and it gave the heroine confidence. Squatting down directly in front of Dr. Kinsey, Batgirl focused all her attention on the doctor’s crotch and chest, fingering the one and fondling the other. She found herself desperate to make Dr. Kinsey cum!

Dr. Kinsey had not anticipated her own reaction to Batgirl. She had planned on maintaining her composure despite knowing how erotic it would be to have the heroine fondling her. But looking up at the gorgeous Batgirl and remembering how helpless and pathetic the heroine had looked minutes earlier was such a turn-on. And watching the heroine standing over her—desperate to sexual please her—was intensely arousing! Her plan to show Batgirl self-control was going to be more challenging than she anticipated. Then again, her ulterior motive of coercing Batgirl into making her cum was about to be fulfilled. Looking at Batgirl’s gorgeous face beneath her mask and feeling the heroine’s gloved fingers touching and pressing against her pussy was making her so wet!

‘Can’t let this happen yet. In due time this little Batbitch will be mine to play with, but not yet.’ Focusing all her will, Dr. Kinsey separated her sexual reaction to Batgirl from her planned action of freeing herself from her bondage. She managed to escape the restraints just as she was about to release a powerful orgasm.

“And that’s how it’s done Batgirl,” panted Dr. Kinsey as she pulled Batgirl’s fingers out of her pussy. “You have to maintain focus.”

“Yes Dr. Kinsey.”

Dr. Kinsey composed herself, readjusting her panties and brushing back her disheveled hair. Straightening up, she tossed the restraints onto her desk. “We’re done for today. Before we meet again, I want you to consider working on controlling your lust while working. This may be risky, so I understand if you’re squeamish or scared. After all, you don’t have superhuman powers—you’re just a woman under that mask.”

Dr. Kinsey’s jab worked perfectly. She watched as Batgirl’s posture stiffened and her jaw tightened.

“But if you do feel you can handle this and you’re not afraid to try it…” Dr. Kinsey trailed off. She wanted Batgirl’s arrogance to answer the challenge. She was not disappointed.

“I can handle it Dr. Kinsey!” Batgirl retorted. The heroine was annoyed at the reference to her lack of superhuman strength. Had she not seen or heard of her exploits? Batgirl was no mere woman hiding behind a mask—she was a sexy badass in an ass-kicking outfit!

“Okay Batgirl, I believe you can. You’re going to need this,” Dr. Kinsey handed Batgirl a small box. “Here is what I need you to do…



* * *



Batgirl looked over her shoulder. Nothing moved in the darkness of the alley.

“Still conscious?” Batgirl stood over the prone man. “You awake?” she began slapping his face. The man groaned in semi-consciousness.

‘Perfect,” Batgirl thought to herself. It was time for Dr. Kinsey’s therapeutic homework assignment. She had incapacitated a low-level criminal in a secluded area. Now she tried to recall what it was Dr. Kinsey had told her to do next. She dragged the man behind a giant trash bin and propped him up against the brick wall of the decrepit and crumbling Gotham Central Hotel.

“You must like being beaten by a girl,” Batgirl sneered at the man as she stood over him. “You sure didn’t put up much of a challenge. Guess those muscles are just for show.”

If the man could have understood what she was saying, he might have tried to come up with a clever response. Instead, he groaned in pain.

“Maybe it’s a turn on for you. You like being smacked around by a girl? You like having your ass kicked by Batgirl?” She grabbed the man by his collar and pulled his head up to her hips. Taunting the man was working. Batgirl began to feel more emboldened by this new attitude of hers. The man shook his head, trying to regain his bearings.

“Maybe I should give you a break. After all, you made it so easy to stop you.”

Did he hear her properly? Was Batgirl going to let him go? The man blinked up at the heroine.

“I’ll let you live out your fantasy.” Batgirl grabbed the man by the back of his head and shoved his face between her thighs. Moving the man’s head over her latex-covered crotch, Batgirl began to arouse herself—the contours of the man’s face created a vibration on the tight latex. Using the man’s face like a sex toy, Batgirl was able to bring herself to the verge of an orgasm. But just as she the wetness between her legs signaled an impending climax, she shoved the man’s head back against the wall.

“Sorry but you're just not good enough, I’ll finish the job myself. Enjoy some sweet dreams.” A sharp kick to man’s head rendered him unconscious.

Batgirl proudly walked over to where her Batcycle leaned against the hotel wall, leaving the man unconscious in the alley with a story no one would ever believe. The night was just about over and it was time to head home and satisfy herself with some ropes and Dr. Kinsey’s special toy.


* * *


“Before we conclude today and discuss the new procedure you’re going to try, I wanted to ask you how did you like the device?”

Batgirl’s smile answered Dr. Kinsey’s question better than anything she might say.

“Glad to hear it Batgirl.”

Dr. Kinsey stood up from her desk and walked over to where Batgirl was getting up from the couch. The night’s session had not involved as much of the hands-on experience to which Batgirl had become accustomed. But her disappointment was mitigated by Dr. Kinsey’s mention of a new procedure that would might have some potent results. (By “potent results” Batgirl hoped Dr. Kinsey meant “powerful orgasms”.)

“When you put on your Batgirl outfit to attend the rally at city hall, I want you to place the device I gave you here.” Dr. Kinsey cupped Batgirl’s crotch and pressed her middle finger up against Batgirl’s pussy. The sensation of the cool latex pressed into her womanhood by Dr. Kinsey’s manipulating finger always made her wet. Batgirl sighed in pleasure as Dr. Kinsey explained her plan.

“I want you to deliver your speech while having this device between your legs. The goal is to help you maintain focus on a mental task while resisting a physical urge. You’re getting better at resisting your sexual urges when engaged in physical activities, but we have yet to assess your ability to resist those sexual urges when involved in a mental task.

“I wanted you to first enjoy the pleasures of the device before taking on this challenge. Now that you know how much pleasure you can derive from it, you’ll have that thought in the back of your mind when you’re at the rally. This is part of the challenge: you will have to maintain your focus and forget about the pleasure the device between your legs can give you. Your mind may wander to the various times you’ve climaxed using the device—which is natural—but you have to push those thoughts and desires out of your mind. We will be strengthening your mental toughness in doing so.”

Batgirl thought about Dr. Kinsey’s suggested procedure. It made sense. And if she was being entirely honest with herself, the thought of standing before a huge audience and delivering her speech with Dr. Kinsey’s device pressing against her womanhood was quite titillating!

“And with the device turned off, you should be able to easily control your sexual urges. Having the device between your legs is enough to keep you cognizant of your lustful desires, yet without activating it you will be able to suppress those desires and maintain your focus.”

Batgirl nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll do it!” It would be an exciting and titillating experience. And without either her or Dr. Kinsey’s fingers working the device, she would easily be able to control herself from going beyond a distracting erotic arousal. ’Should make that boring and obligatory ceremony a fun little sex-capade.’

“Good! I’m proud of you for taking this on Batgirl. And I’ll be watching the ceremonies in support of you.”



On the ride home, Batgirl thought about her speech and how erotic it would be to stand before thousands of people while secretly having her little pleasure device inside of her.


* * *


Batgirl looked out at the cheering crowd as the mayor began his speech. She was fidgeting a bit, distracted by the sensation of Dr. Kinsey’s device between her legs. Could people see the subtle contours of the device pressing against the tight latex covering her crotch? Cautiously, Batgirl looked out on the crowd, standing at attention with her hands on her hips. Surreptitiously, she let her hands fall over her crotch. With one hand covering the other, she furtively pressed hard against her crotch and pushed the device deeper into her pussy. She inhaled deeply, trying to maintain her focus on her upcoming speech and not on the arousing sensation building within her.

The mayor had finished congratulating the firefighters standing beside the heroine and was now pointing at Batgirl. Pointing at the masked heroine, he began describing the latest of Batgirl’s exploits and the consequent drop in crime statistics. Batgirl nodded politely as the mayor expounded on her contributions to Gotham.

Suddenly, Batgirl caught site of Dr. Kinsey standing in the crowd! ‘What’s she doing here?’

Dr. Kinsey had mentioned watching the ceremonies, but Batgirl thought she meant online, not in person! Yet there she stood, dressed in a business suit and holding a dark red purse beneath an arm, was standing near the front of the crowd. She joined in with the rest of the crowd in applauding as the mayor hit one of his speech’s key points.

‘Why didn’t she tell me she would be here?’ There was something embarrassing having Dr. Kinsey in attendance—the doctor knew what she had beneath her latex pants. The heroine tried to avoid looking directly at Dr. Kinsey, but she could not help herself.

‘Did she just wink at me?!’

Dr. Kinsey was smiling as she looked directly at Batgirl. She then opened her purse and reached inside of it. Batgirl was just able to read Dr. Kinsey’s lips as the doctor mouthed “enjoy” before she was completely distracted by a gentle pulsating sensation emanating from Dr. Kinsey’s device.

“Oh!” An involuntary gasp escape Batgirl’s lips.

The mayor paused in mid-sentence and looked at the young heroine who had begun sweating and seemed suddenly distracting.

“I…I’m sorry sir. Please continue,” she stammered awkwardly.

“Are you okay Batgirl?” whispered the mayor as he covered the microphone.

Batgirl nodded. “I’m sorry, I…I’m just a bit off today.” She gestured for him to continue with his speech.

“Let me know if I can get you anything.”

The mayor turned back to the crowd and resumed his speech as Batgirl tried to regain her balance.

‘That thing vibrates?! Why didn’t she tell me it could vibrate?!’

Batgirl squeezed her thighs tightly together to lessen the vibrations. It did not have the desired effect: the tightened muscles pressing hard against the pulsating device increased the intensity of her arousal! Between the orgasm building inside her and the desperate embarrassment of seeing the device visibly vibrating her latex pants, Batgirl tried to regain some semblance of composure.

‘That bitch! She’s fucking vibing me in front of all these people!’

Biting her lip, Batgirl tried to focus on the audience and the mayor’s speech and not on the wetness spreading across her crotch. She suddenly noticed some people in the front row were whispering to one another and pointing at her midsection. To her shocked embarrassment, she could see the latex covering her crotch was vibrating! She had to do something quickly to hide the visible effect of the device! Turning slightly against the breeze drifting across the stage area, Batgirl let her cape cover most of her body. With one of her arms hidden from sight, she quickly cupped her crotch and pressed two fingers hard against the latex covering her pussy. Being already wet and pulsating from an impending climax, Batgirl’s body welcomed the device—it slipped smoothly deeper into the young heroine. Looking down, she breathed a sigh of relief as the latex fabric tightly covering her crotch was no longer vibrating.
‘Just need to focus on my speech,’ Batgirl thought to herself.

But as she tried desperately to distract herself, to focus on her speech—or really anything besides the incredible sensation between her legs—she only found herself more and more aroused. Being sexually stimulated while standing in front of a large public audience was an intensely erotic experience! It was so different from the discreet sexual experiences with various low-risk villains in the cover of night. Here she was, standing in front of an adoring public with the mayor himself making a speech praising her recent public service, and all-the-while being vibrated into an orgasm under her costume!

The mayor had apparently finished his speech as he was now gesturing for her to take the mic and speak to the crowd. Batgirl stepped up to the mic, gripping the sides of the podium firmly. ‘Okay Batgirl, focus. Just a few quick words, then you can take care of yourself.’

Batgirl started off fairly strong. She avoided any direct eye-contact, looking out over the crowd and trying to keep her eyes away from where she knew Dr. Kinsey was watching her.

“…and it means a lot to have this moment to share with you. I want to thank the mayor and the police force for allowing me to be of service—”

Batgirl abruptly stopped. She suddenly felt the vibrations between her thighs increase in intensity!
“Oh!”
She gasped, feeling her body beginning to climax once again. Her entire will was bent upon finishing her speech, but her body was betraying her.

“…Oh…over the past few months…it has been a privilege to help Gotham. It feels…so…good…so good to be able to come…to come here and see all this support.”

Batgirl stammered out the last few words, then clutched the podium and let herself cum. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt herself begin to soak her latex pants.

‘Oh my god! This is seriously happening!’

It was. And her body was not about to stop the climax from tearing through her body. The throbbing sensation between her legs overwhelmed her.

‘Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! I’m cumming!!!’

Leaning on the podium, Batgirl gave in and let herself cum. Her body was practically hanging from the podium as her legs were just about giving up on her.

“I’m…I’m sorry. I’m not one for public speeches,” Batgirl tried to continue. She turned to the mayor and in a half-whisper, half-pant asked, “May I have some water?”

The mayor signaled for one of his aides to bring the heroine a water bottle. She thanked the aide, hoping he did not sense the sexual tension emanating from her. Taking a few deep gulps of water, she put the water bottle down on the podium and tried to focus on finishing her speech as quickly as she could. The device was still vibrating maddeningly in her crotch.

Several platitudes and cliches later, Batgirl stepped away from the podium and waved to the crowd. Some of Batgirl’s fans in the front row were whispering to one another, wondering how it could someone so brave and strong could be so nervous about public speaking.

“Did you see how much her legs were shaking?!”

“And look how she’s totally sweating! It’s just like how I felt when I had to do that presentation in my Econ class.”

“...still looks so hot though.”

Looking past her fanboys and fangirls, Batgirl tried to find Dr. Kinsey’s face in the crowd. She was not sure how to feel about her. ‘Why didn’t she tell me that…thing…could vibrate?!’

A distraught and distracted Batgirl tried to make her way to the entry of City Hall. She needed some immediate privacy. Shaking hands while making her way to the large double-doors of the building, Batgirl briskly thanked the various officials who were vying for a photo-op with the hot young heroine. She did not want to be rude, but she frantically needed to escape the crowd. A few quick poses and smiles and she was almost at the entry. Once inside, she would find a bathroom and finally—

“Hey!”

Someone had just grabbed Batgirl’s ass!

“Let yourself go,” a voice whispered into her ear.

Batgirl jumped! Dr. Kinsey had somehow made her way through the crowd and was standing behind her. She suddenly felt Dr. Kinsey pinch her ass!

“Just let yourself go Batgirl,” Dr. Kinsey whispered again. And with a surreptitious movement, Dr. Kinsey rubbed Batgirl’s crotch.

Batgirl had a few choice words for Dr. Kinsey, but she was too busy swooning over the combination of the vibrating device in her pussy and Dr. Kinsey’s hand on her crotch.

“Enjoy,” smiled Dr. Kinsey. She then made her way to where the mayor was standing with a few of Gotham’s elite. Batgirl would have been surprised to discover Dr. Kinsey had a personal relationship with Gotham’s mayor had she not been too busy climaxing. As Dr. Kinsey approached the mayor, she glanced over her shoulder and winked at Batgirl and reached inside her purse. A moment later, the intensity of the vibrations coming from the device firmly planted in Batgirl’s pussy increased.

‘There’s a third setting to that fucking thing?!’

There was no way she would make it inside City Hall in time.

Propping herself against one of the giant columns of Gotham City Hall, Bargirl let herself cum. Her legs were already weak, and had she not been leaning against the column she would have fallen to the ground. Breathing deeply, she tried to control her orgasm as best she could. She felt a warm wetness flow from her crotch and down her thighs, and she prayed no one could see what was happening to her.

Thankfully, in all the celebration and ceremony and surrounded by officials and city officers milling about, Batgirl had at least a little privacy. The people on the steps of City Hall seemed more interested in ingratiating themselves with the politicians and business leaders, and Batgirl’s fanboys and fangirls were still behind the barricades. A few people did make their way over to the discombobulated heroine and introduced themselves. She shook a few hands while muttering a few words about public speaking anxiety and a lack of sleep, excused herself, and quickly made her way around the back of city hall and to the Batcycle. The device was still vibrating and her arousal had not diminished despite her orgasms. On the ride home, Batgirl found the combination of straddling her powerful Batcycle and the vibrating device to be irresistible. She began grinding against the seat of the motorcycle. The slick wetness beneath her latex pants made the ride home especially pleasurable. Slipping up and down on her seat, Batgirl allowed herself to climax once again. Passersby stared at the sight of the moaning heroine on her motorcycle grinding against the seat. Lost in her erotic reverie, Batgirl enjoyed another orgasm before she reached her apartment. By the time she arrived back at her place, her pants were soaked and she sensed a dampness in her boots!

Peeling off the soaked Batgirl costume, the need for more than a couple outfits became clear. Between the wear-and-tear of crimefighting and her frequent climaxes while in costume, the repairing and cleaning process was taking its toll on the two outfits.
‘I’ll clean it later.’ She tossed the soaked outfit into her laundry hamper. Reclining on her couch, Batgirl ended her day by playing with herself while watching the news coverage of her speech. She was amused by the newscasters’ comments about how nervous she seemed to be and how endearing it was to have a heroine behave in such a disarming manner. ‘If only they knew what was really going on.’ She smiled at the thought of her erotic experience of being vibrated to a climax—cumming in her pants against her will—in full view of thousands of people.

‘That was so fucking hot!’ she thought to herself, and an arousing sensation began to build inside of her once again.


* * *


Batgirl had been anticipating her session with Dr. Kinsey ever since the incident at Gotham City Hall. She had not hinted at her anger and frustration with Dr. Kinsey’s actions at the downtown ceremony—she was saving it for an in-person tirade. The time had come for Dr. Kinsey to be given a piece of her mind! (Batgirl would, of course, ignore the sexual satisfaction she had enjoyed in retrospect.) Revving her Batcycle, Batgirl sped through the Gotham streets towards her late night rendezvous.

“How dare you humiliate me like that!” Batgirl practically shouted at her psychologist as she slammed the door to Dr. Kinsey’s office behind her.

“Batgirl, please understand—

“No! You understand! I’m a heroine! You don’t get to embarrass me in public like that.” Batgirl marched over to the desk where Dr. Kinsey sat in her large leather chair. She leaned over the desk, her first raised angrily in the psychologist’s face. “Who do you think you are?! What we do here in private is one thing, but when I’m out in public you don’t get to mess with me!”

Dr. Kinsey leaned away from Batgirl’s shaking fist and nodded sympathetically, trying to pacify the irate heroine.

“A few people could sense what was going on! Have you seen what some bloggers have written about me?! Even some of my fans have posted some disgusting comments about me!”

Dr. Kinsey had to admit she had pushed things at the rally a bit too far. There were quite a few lurid descriptions of Batgirl’s public presentation, though the mainstream media outlets had been kind to the young heroine, describing how Batgirl served as an inspiration to young people everywhere who struggled with the fear of public speaking. They spoke of the courage it must have taken the heroine to stand before thousands of people and give her speech.

“Batgirl, what you have to understand is how unique your predicament truly is! I need to throw you off your game, to jolt you into distraction when you’re unprepared. I imagine crime-fighting involves some unexpected circumstances. If we cannot create unexpected scenarios for you, we cannot hope to truly help you overcome your sexual confusion.”

‘Ugh! Why does she always have an answer?!’ Batgirl was frustrated; she was rightfully angry at Dr. Kinsey, but damned if she wasn’t making sense. Still, she was not about to let her off the hook so easily.

“And you didn’t even tell me that your little device could vibrate! If I hadn’t moved quickly, people might have seen the pulsations coming from it!”

‘And then they might have seen you cumming from it,’ Dr. Kinsey thought to herself.

“To repeat myself, I had to keep you off-guard. Do you always know what weapons or tactics a criminal might resort to? It’s the same thing with your mind—you don’t know what your lustful desires might awaken in you at the worst possible moment.”

“But still…” Batgirl trailed off. Try as she might, she could not come up with an adequate response. Her anger was beginning to ebb.

“Okay Batgirl, I will concede that I had not anticipated you would have been so distracted by the device. Nonetheless, this was a necessary step for you. We needed to put your focus to the test.”

“Fine. But I’m Batgirl. You may take such liberties with some of your other clients, but I’m a superheroine!”

Dr. Kinsey looked up at Batgirl, standing with her hands on her hips and exuding her arrogantly prideful attitude. ‘This little costumed bitch needed to be put in her place.’ She rose from her chair and faced Batgirl. Though sooner than expected, the time had come to begin the next phase of her plan. The first step to make that happen would be giving Batgirl a sense of control, one that would be abruptly taken from her at the appropriate time.

“Okay Batgirl. I will keep that in mind. I won’t apologize for my actions as what I did was with a genuine desire to help you. I don’t believe in apologizing for an act borne of good intentions. But I do regret revealing your lustful weakness in front of Saturday’s crowd.”

Batgirl’s face flushed beneath her mask—she did not like the suggestion she had been weak.

Dr. Kinsey had to reassert herself, to regain the position of authority. Before Batgirl could defend herself, Dr. Kinsey transitioned to another subject as she gently took Batgirl by the arm and led her to the couch.

“Now tell me how you’re coming along with your crimefighting task. Have you been able to maintain focus?” Dr. Kinsey smiled and appealed to Batgirl’s ego. “I imagine it must be intensely difficult for the men you’ve subdued to maintain their focus with a strong, gorgeous woman dressed as you are putting them in their place.”

Always susceptible to flattery, Batgirl’s mind moved from her prepared screed to recounting her recent domination of various villains. She began recounting the past few weeks’ events. Dr. Kinsey reclined on her desk and listened to the heroine recount her latest escapades. By the time she finished bragging about the condition in which she left those pathetic men humiliated and defeated, she was back to her usual spirited self.

Dr. Kinsey cajoled and complimented Batgirl skillfully over the course of the heroine’s summary of her exploits. She spoke of Batgirl’s maturity and growth; she described Batgirl’s mental toughness and improved focus; she praised Batgirl in such glowing terms that the night’s session ended with Batgirl promptly setting up an appointment for the next week.

Batgirl was surprised by how different her mindset was on the ride home. She smiled, thinking to herself, ’Guess that’s the maturity Dr. Kinsey was talking about.’



* * *


“Say it again Batgirl.”

“Please fuck me!” This time Batgirl did not hesitate—she was splayed out on the couch and under the control of another intense orgasm as Dr. Kinsey’s hands skillfully manipulated Batgirl’s body into sexual bliss. All the heroine wanted was to give in more and more to her sensuality and lust. Batgirl’s brief bout of assertiveness a few weeks ago had been replaced by compliance and submission.

Dr. Kinsey smiled. Batgirl had clearly followed through on her homework assignment, and she was reacting precisely as Dr. Kinsey had anticipated: the repeated taunting of dangerous men and the frustrations of denied climaxes had served to intensify Batgirl’s sexual desires. And insinuating herself in Batgirl’s erotic experience at the City Hall rally served to further connect the heroine’s sexual pleasure to her.

Denying Batgirl any sexual attention the previous two sessions opened the door to the next phase of Dr. Kinsey’s treatment. Though Batgirl certainly enjoyed playing with herself—using the tactics Dr. Kinsey had shown her, as well as the device she had been given—she lusted for Dr. Kinsey’s touch. And Batgirl wanted more than merely to be touched!

“Say it one more time for me Batgirl.”

“Please fuck me!” Batgirl was nearly shouting her request! She was on the verge of climaxing.

Dr. Kinsey sighed in satisfaction and pulled away from the writhing heroine. “Then let’s get you fucked Batgirl. Let’s get you fucked properly.”

The time had come to put the heroine completely under her influence. Dr. Kinsey walked over to her desk. Pressing down a button, she spoke into her intercom. “She’s ready for you.”

A door opened and a large man wearing a mask—and little more—entered the room.

“Batgirl’s on the couch and she’s ready for you.”

Batgirl had been playing with herself, trying to replicate the sensation of Dr. Kinsey’s hands on her body and enjoy that orgasm Dr. Kinsey had been on the verge of giving her. Looking up at the man who had entered the room, Batgirl froze. It was shocking enough having someone else suddenly entering the room, and his lack of clothing sent Batgirl further into a state of distress and distraction. Had he seen her playing with herself just now?

“What…what’s going on?!”

When Batgirl had asked Dr. Kinsey to fuck her, she was anticipating more of Dr. Kinsey’s skillful manipulation of her body with some new tactic or device. She had not thought about about literally having sex!

Dr. Kinsey gestured for the man to wait.

“Look Batgirl, we can keep training you to overcome my temptation trials, but the fact is at some point your desire for a man’s touch is going to overwhelm you. And strong as I am, I cannot give you the full sensation of being overpowered by a man. You’ve indicated several times already a desire to be taken by a man. If we don’t address this desire, and help you overcome it, the desire will consume you. It will lead to an inevitable fall from grace.”

“But I’ve been good about resisting the urges. I’ve been able to do exactly as you suggested and I’ve been able to keep myself from climaxing.”

Dr. Kinsey shook her head.

“That wasn’t actually the point. I wanted to see if you would reject my suggestion. If you truly were overcoming your urges, you would have objected to my ‘assignment’. But instead you jumped at the chance to debase yourself. You used some low-level criminals for some sexual gratification. Is this becoming of a heroine?”

Batgirl was confused. Was she supposed to refuse Dr. Kinsey?

“Fess up Batgirl, you thoroughly enjoyed abusing and humiliating those men.”

Batgirl slowly nodded. It had been intensely satisfying, up until the point of having to stop herself from climaxing. She had extended her crimefighting schedule in order to enjoy herself a few more times before calling it a night.

“It felt so good,” Batgirl had to admit.

“Then we need to move to the next step in your treatment,” Dr. Kinsey indicated the man, who was quietly standing by the door.

Batgirl looked him over. He was taller and looked to be stronger than any of the men she had recently defeated and humiliated. Her mind began to think what it would be like to overcome him…

“Batgirl, if you don’t feel ready for this, I have an alternate session planned for you. As we tried a few sessions ago, you can watch what it would be like to have this man have his way with a woman. He has already been paid, so it doesn’t matter whether he has his way with you or me.”

Dr. Kinsey removed her jacket and began unbuttoning her blouse. “Come here,” she cooed to the man. He walked over to Dr. Kinsey and began unzipping her miniskirt as she loosened a few more buttons on her blouse.

“Wait! I…I…” Batgirl hesitated.

“What is it Batgirl? Do you want something?” Dr. Kinsey was now down to her black silk bra and panties.

She hesitated.

“If you want something Batgirl, all you have to do is ask for it. But you need to say it. You know how this works.”
Biting her lip, she still hesitated. This was different from having Dr. Kinsey play with her body. This would be a man playing with her! This would be the loss of her virginity!

Dr. Kinsey could see Batgirl’s eyes slowly looking over the man’s body. She took hold of the man’s hands, placing one on her chest and slipping the other one down beneath her silk panties. Dr. Kinsey’s head tilted back as the man’s fingers explored her womanhood.

“Ohhhh…last chance Batgirl…” she moaned as the man began to explore her body more passionately.

“Yes!” Batgirl almost shouted.

It was almost admirable the way Dr. Kinsey’s was able to focus on her plan with Batgirl while being fondled by the man.

“Be…be specific Batgirl,” Dr. Kinsey ordered between moans.

“I want him to play with me!” Batgirl shouted like a spoiled child.

Dr. Kinsey reached down and pulled the man’s hand out from beneath her panties. She then whispered something in his ear. The man nodded, then started to walk to where Batgirl stood. The heroine suddenly felt self-conscious and slightly embarrassed.

Batgirl smiled coyly, blushing beneath her cowl. “Hi. I’m Batgirl,” she said in a shy tone as she extended a gloved hand.

“No names Batgirl! This is just a man. He is to have no identity here. Everything we do here is anonymous. This man is only here to do a job.”

Batgirl put her hand down. “Um…nice to meet you sir,” she said, awkwardly stumbling over her words. The magnitude of the moment had rendered Batgirl into a stammering, insecure girl. She stood facing the man and felt a slight tremble in her legs. She was trying hard to maintain eye-contact and not look down at the man’s—

“Oof!” Batgirl grunted as the man suddenly grabbed ahold of her top, pulled her around the couch, and then shoved her against the back board. She stumbled hard against it. Before she could gain her bearings, she was spun around and bent over. Her head was shoved into the cushions as her utility belt was ripped off. She gasped and tried to fight back.

“Wait! Wait! Please wait! I’m not ready—

Batgirl’s cape was flipped to her side, her latex pants were rudely yanked down and her legs kicked apart. Desperately, she tried to drive an elbow into the man’s midsection. She missed. He did not. She felt something big and hard enter her! Batgirl was penetrated! It took the wind out of the young heroine. Gripping her hips, the man began pumping Batgirl, repeatedly and forcefully fucking the young heroine!

“Ahhhhh!” Batgirl was desperately crying out while trying to resist the man’s powerful thrusting.

Up until this very moment, Batgirl had not let herself think about what Dr. Kinsey was planning on having done to her. She had allowed her psychologist have her way with her. It felt amazing, and she trusted Dr. Kinsey. She had assumed the man would be doing to her what Dr. Kinsey had done to her, perhaps with some new twist or device. But she certainly would not have sex with the man! The realization of what was happening, as well as the man’s hard cock, entered her shocked mind and sopping wet pussy respectively. Batgirl was bent over a couch and being fucked! She could feel the man’s hard cock throbbing inside her with each successive thrust! In and out, he repeatedly penetrating her!

‘Oh my god! I’m having sex!’ The act was finally affirmed in Batgirl’s mind. ‘I’m being fucked!’



As Dr. Kinsey knew would happen, Batgirl’s resistance gradually melted away and was replaced by her lust. She noted how the young heroine was watching herself in the office mirror, mouth puckered in a giant “O” as she was pumped and penetrated.

‘That little slut really does put on a hell of a show!’ Dr. Kinsey couldn’t help herself: she was becoming aroused as she watched the costumed heroine being taken forcibly by the man. The moment was all the more erotic as Dr. Kinsey realized she was watching Batgirl’s virginity taken from her!

And all Batgirl could do was moan and gasp with each thrust.

After a few minutes of being taken by the man, Batgirl’s mind slowly regained a semblance of awareness. It felt so good! She had imagined a moral conflict, as well as some discomfort, with her first time. But Dr. Kinsey had worked her over so well and so completely that her body was primed and prepared for this moment.

Despite no restraints being used on her this time, she was thoroughly helpless. Batgirl’s body was practically bouncing against the couch as she was pounded by the man. She soon felt herself beginning to cum—and it felt so good! Her thighs trembled and she let herself go. Batgirl felt the man clutching and pulling at her top as he took her from behind. Had she not been nearing a climax, she might have noticed he had torn a hole in her top, just above her bat-logo. The man slipped his hand through the hole and grabbed hold of one of Batgirl’s large yet firm breasts and squeezed it tight as he continued grinding against her as his manhood buried itself deeper and deeper into the young heroine’s welcoming pussy. Batgirl’s nipples hardened as she felt the pressure of the man’s squeezing hand clutching one of her breasts.

Suddenly, all of Batgirl’s muscles clenched tight!

“Oh my god!” Batgirl squealed in pure sexual ecstasy.

Then she climaxed. Her body went completely limp as her cum flowed from her sopping wet pussy. She almost passed out from the most powerful orgasm she had yet experienced.

Batgirl slumped over the backside of the couch. She felt the man pull out of her.

“That was amazing,” she blurted out between moans.

But the man was not done with the heroine. As Batgirl lay powerless, the man took ahold of her pants and yanked them off her. Flipping her onto her back, he peeled back her top. Batgirl feebly lifted her arms to make it easier for the man to remove the top. He tossed it on the ground beside her pants.

The man shoved Batgirl over the top of the couch and she fell into the cushions. The man walked around the couch and climbed on top of the prone heroine, straddling her. The man’s firm body pressed up against her hips. In a blissful daze, Batgirl spread her thighs, opened herself up to the man, and let him begin fucking her again.

“Get away from this man Batgirl! You need to get away from him now!” Dr. Kinsey was suddenly standing over Batgirl and shouting into her ear! “You need to resist your desires and urges Batgirl. Restrain this man immediately!”

Feeling the man entering her once more, Batgirl could barely make out Dr. Kinsey’s words despite her standing mere inches away. She gripped the man’s backside tightly and pressed her hips against his as he pumped her hard. Over and over, Batgirl was forcefully penetrated by the man.

“Batgirl! Pull yourself together!”

Dr. Kinsey was standing over the two bodies, slick with sweat and cum, moving in unison.

“Get away from this man now!” she ordered.

Dr. Kinsey began slapping the masked heroine’s face, but Batgirl felt no plain—her sexual bliss was overpowering. She crossed her ankles over the back of the man and pulled him hard against her body as she felt herself climaxing once again. Arching her back, Batgirl pushed her thighs as hard as she could against the man’s thighs, forcing him deeply inside her one more time. She held there for a second—her body firmly arched and all her muscles taut—then fell back onto the couch. Batgirl was thoroughly exhausted and completely helpless.

Dr. Kinsey sighed. “Put her over there.” She pointed to her desk.

The man grabbed ahold of Batgirl’s cape and dragged the limp and languid heroine across the room. Batgirl offered no resistance; she let herself be pulled by her costume over to the office desk. Lifting her up by her cowl, he unceremoniously dumped Batgirl on top of Dr. Kinsey’s desk.

“You can go,” Dr. Kinsey dismissed the masked man. Without a word, he walked out of the office and left Dr. Kinsey looking down on the disheveled heroine. Eyes closed, Batgirl gently fingered herself as she quietly moaned and squirmed on the desk.
It was quite a site: Batgirl—in only her mask, cape, boots and gloves—stretched out on her desk and gently caressing her gorgeous naked body.

If Batgirl had her wits about her, she might have noticed Dr. Kinsey’s iPhone capturing the site of the beautiful, exposed heroine. But the heroine was too fixated on her post-coitus pleasure and continued to gently explore all the parts of her body the man had been enjoying. It was not long before Batgirl allowed herself to cum one last time.



Dr. Kinsey dressed, then went into her private bathroom and returned with a small hand-towel.

“Here, clean yourself up. We’re done here tonight.” She dropped the towel on the sex-addled heroine. Batgirl gradually came out of her sexual reverie. Taking the towel Dr. Kinsey had given her, she used to towel to wipe her chest and crotch. Her body was slick with sweat and cum, and she was suddenly self-conscious—there was no way she could properly clean herself. She rolled over to the edge of the desk and slowly climbed down. Her legs were weak and she almost fell before catching herself.

“I’m going to schedule our next session for early next week. We need to discuss tonight’s behavior and total lack of self-control Batgirl.”

As Batgirl slowly regained her senses, Dr. Kinsey walked over to where Batgirl’s costume had been unceremoniously dumped on the ground. She picked it up and examined the costume: it had been stretched and torn. ‘She’s not going to be happy about this.’

Dr. Kinsey walked over to Batgirl, who was leaning unsteadily against the desk. “Here you go,” Dr. Kinsey handed the heroine her costume.

Batgirl quickly pulled on her pants and pulled down her top. The feeling of sweat and cum beneath her latex outfit made her feel dirty; she needed to get back home immediately! Getting to her feet, she stumbled and had to catch herself against Dr. Kinsey’s desk. Making her way to the door, she kept her eyes on the floor to avoid Dr. Kinsey’s gaze.

“You’re forgetting your utility belt Batgirl.”

Batgirl turned. Sure enough, her utility belt was lying on the floor where the man had stripped it off of her. Batgirl quickly walked over, picked it up, and made her way out of the office.

“Thank you Dr. Kinsey,” she whispered as she walked by the doctor.

“Hold up a minute Batgirl. You’re going to need to take one of these.” Dr. Kinsey held out a small red pill.

“What is…?” Batgirl’s voice trailed off.

“Do you need me to spell it out Batgirl? You just got fucked by a man and you let him cum inside you! Unless you want to take several months off of crimefighting and have a very small sidekick, you’re going to want to take this.”

Batgirl took the pill and placed it in one of the smaller pouches of her utility belt.

“Thank you doctor,” she murmured.



Batgirl’s shameful night was not yet over. To make matters worse, Bargirl had forgotten to gas up her cycle. She had been so eager for her session and distracted by her lascivious thoughts that she had not noticed she was practically on empty. On fumes, she pulled into a gas station. As she could not pay with a card, she had to walk inside the AM/PM attached to the gas station. Awkwardly, she stood in line behind a young couple and an older man whom she caught staring at her in the security mirror. The couple finally paid for their drinks and began to exit the small store. The man whispered something to his girlfriend and they both looked back at Batgirl. The woman giggled as the two walked out. Batgirl quickly handed the employee a hundred.

“Thirty on pump seven.”

The man looked her over as he took her bill.

“Fun night out?”

“Busy night,” was her terse reply.

“Looks like you had yourself a good time Batgirl,” the man winked at her.

Batgirl sighed. “May I have my change?”

“Just give me a second. Pump seven, right?”

Batgirl nodded. Then she caught sight of what had amused the man. She could not see it earlier because it was so dark in Dr. Kinsey’s office, but the florescent lights of the convenience store hid nothing. A wetness could clearly be seen on Batgirl’s chest and crotch, and she noticed the tear just above the bat-logo that revealed a substantial amount of her ample cleavage. She tried crossing her legs a bit to hide the wetness.

“Here’s your change Batgirl.”

Batgirl grabbed her change and sped out the door. Her embarrassment would have been significantly worse had she noticed the employee staring appreciatively at the giant tear revealing most of Batgirl’s firm and curvaceous ass. As it was, Batgirl was humiliated and desperate to get home. She stood humiliated by her cycle waiting for the tank to fill, trying to keep out of sight of the employee who was staring at her through the store’s glass door. The night could not end soon enough for the disgraced heroine.


* * *


Upon returning home, Batgirl discovered what had caused such a distraction at the gas station. Besides the wet spots on her costume and the tear above the bat-logo, the huge rip on her backside showed way too much of her ass.

“Oh my god! The security footage!”

Batgirl had to do something about it: the clerk could not be allowed to access the security footage! With daylight beginning to break and the early commuters already starting their day, there was nothing she could do until nighttime. Batgirl tried to calm her fears with the thought that the employee would most likely keep the footage for himself. Nonetheless, she spent most of the day checking various Batgirl fan sites to see if there was any footage of her and the torn costume. Thankfully, no images from that night’s unfortunate stop had been uploaded…yet.



Shortly after midnight, Batgirl—wearing one of her remaining intact costumes—returned to the gas station. Luck was with her: she saw the same schlubby man restocking cigarettes behind the counter. Batgirl waited in the shadows; she could not risk another customer walking in while she was coercing the employee to give her the video. Timing was essential.

A little after 1 AM, Batgirl made her move. The man had left his post behind the counter and was brewing up a fresh pot of coffee. The door jingled as she entered the convenience store and the man casually looked up. When he saw the latex-clad heroine, he almost dropped the box of coffee grounds.

“How…how can I help you Batgirl?”

Batgirl had decided to take a forceful approach and assert her dominance.

“I’m going to need the security footage from last night,” she demanded.

“What?”

“The security tape—I need you to give it to me.”

The man put the coffee grounds down and walked over to the front counter.

“We keep the security footage on a server.” The man gestured towards the computer beside the cash register. “I can download it and give you a copy of it.”

Batgirl shook her head. “I don’t need a copy. I need you to give me the footage from last night.”

It began to dawn on the cashier that Batgirl did not want the footage for some case, she wanted it for personal reasons!

“I can’t just hand over the security footage. I’d be in trouble with my manager if I did.”

“Look here Mitchell,” Batgirl thrust an extended finger against the man’s ID badge, which was pinned to his uniform, “You will give me that security footage!”

The man stepped back, rubbing the spot where Batgirl had jabbed him. “I don’t want to lose my job! I’m sorry Batgirl, I really can’t.”

Batgirl took a deep breath. The forceful tactic was not working. She was feeling tense: at any moment someone might walk into the store and further complicate an already tense situation. ‘Maybe some of Dr. Kinsey’s tactics might work on this guy.’

“Perhaps we can reach a compromise. What can I do to convince you to delete last night’s footage?” And leaning over the counter, she place a gloved hand on the man’s arm.

A thrill of excitement coursed through the clerk. Did Batgirl just suggest…?

Batgirl could see the man’s mind working. Letting go of his arm, she hopped on the counter and struck a power-pose. With her hands on her hips, she looked down at the flabby middle-aged man. This would take some serious effort, but that footage had to be deleted.

“Delete last night’s file and I’ll show you my appreciation.”

What did Batgirl mean by “appreciation”? Looking up at the gorgeous latex-clad heroine, the man began to wonder just what Batgirl’s “appreciation” might involve. His mind began to wander…

“Here, let me help you.” Batgirl hopped off the counter and stood beside the star-eyed clerk. Taking ahold of the man’s arm, she guided him to the computer.

“Now Mitchell, how can we make that little file disappear?” Batgirl cooed in the man’s ear. A passing car’s headlights lit up Batgirl’s face. Those luscious red lips and gorgeous eyes were intensely distracting. The man decided to press his luck—this opportunity could not go to waste!

As with all law-abiding citizens, he was grateful for Batgirl’s presence in Gotham. Her vigilante justice had reduced crime throughout the city. His nightshift had become easier and safer thanks to her work. Yet much like so many, he had a file full of Batgirl jpegs from various fan sites and news reports. And this glorious, sexy superheroine was now standing beside him implying she would be willing to do him a favor!

“I think if I was a bit more relaxed, I could do this for you Batgirl.”

Batgirl nodded. She moved to massage the man’s shoulders. “Here, let me help you relax…Mitch.”

The man was immediately aroused by the feeling of Batgirl’s gloved hands on his shoulders. And hearing her pronounce his name in such a seductive manner was intensely satisfying. Yet a back rub was not what he had in mind—he wanted to feel Batgirl’s gloved hands rubbing him elsewhere.

“I think you can help me better relax by massaging me here,” said the man. He took hold of Batgirl’s hands and started moving them towards his crotch.

“Hey!” Batgirl jerked her hands out of the man’s grip. “How dare you even think about that!”

“We’re talking about my job Batgirl! I’ve worked here for six years. How can you ask me to risk my financial security?”

The man had a point. But she was not going to leave without having those files deleted.

Lights abruptly lit up the convenience store. A truck had pulled into one of the parking spots facing the store. Not wanting to be spotted, Batgirl hurdled the counter and sped out the side door. As she waited in the shadows, she began to understand what she needed to do to have the files deleted.



Ten minutes later, Batgirl walked back in the store. The couple in the truck had left and the station was empty once again, save for one anxious heroine and one overly excited man.

“Okay Mitch, what do you want for those files? And let’s make it quick—I have other matters that need my attention.”

“Right now, this needs my attention,” Mitch pointed at the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Are you serious?!”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

Batgirl rolled her eyes at the tired cliches, both the lame line and the predictable demand. Perhaps it was a comeuppance for all the times she had taunted various criminals, but Batgirl realized—unless she was willing to resort to force—she was going to have to jerk this guy off.

“Where…where do you want to do this?” Batgirl said in resignation.

“We can do it back here,” the man indicated the employee area behind the counter.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

“How about a little enthusiasm Batgirl? Let’s not kill the mood here.”

“Don’t press your luck.” Batgirl looked over the unattractive clerk. ‘I can’t believe this is seriously going to happen,’ the heroine thought to herself as she prepared to disgrace herself.

Batgirl jumped over the counter and stood in front of the man. The two stared at each other: Batgirl looking depressed at the prospect of having to pleasure this middle-aged fat man; the man looking ecstatic at the fantasy of being pleasured by this stunningly sexy latex-clad superheroine.

Realizing the man was not going to lend a hand, Batgirl reached for the man’s jeans and unzipped his pants. She then slipped a hand down beneath his boxers. Grabbing hold of his manhood, Batgirl began stroking him. Hearing the man’s heavy breathing was annoying enough, but having to stand so close to him was disgusting. She tried turning away as she continued her attempts to bring the man to climax. Had she kept an eye on him, she might have dissuaded him from taking a further liberty, as well as spotted the car pulling into the parking lot. Batgirl suddenly felt a firm hand clutching her ass!

“Hey! Hands off my—

But before she could reprimand him for that, a fat hand was squeezing one of her tits! Batgirl was about to slap the man when she caught site of a silhouette walking up to the automatic doors at the front of the store! There was no time for any sort of escape. Dropping to the floor, Batgirl crouched in the tiny space beneath the counter. There was just barely enough room for her between the shelves of cigarettes and the lottery ticket display case.

Batgirl heard to doors open and the electronic “ding” as someone walked into the store. She heard footsteps walking up to the counter, and then realized she was still holding onto the man’s cock! Releasing him, she tried crouching further back beneath the counter, but the space was too small. Looking up, she saw the man’s large erection inches away from her face. ‘How the fuck did I get myself into this situation?!’

The customer was standing at the counter saying something to the clerk. Instead of moving away or surreptitiously zipping up his pants, Mitch merely pressed himself closer against the counter. A hand reached down to one of the shelves beside Batgirl for a carton of cigarettes. But instead of picking up a carton, the hand dropped onto Batgirl’s head. Firmly gripping the back of Batgirl’s mask, Batgirl’s face was shoved into the man’s crotch! Mitch was literally face-fucking her as he was tallying up some customer’s order! The man’s cock smacked Batgirl back-and-forth across her face.

“That will be…thirty-seven sixty-nine,” he said.

The cash register rang out as the money exchanged hands. As the clerk gave the customer his change, he dropped some coins on the ground.

“I’m sorry sir, just give me a second.”

Mitch ducked down to pick up the coins. As he did so, he whispered to Batgirl, “Suck me off and I won’t let this guy know you’re here. Do it now Batgirl.”

Batgirl gasped and tried to pull away, but the space was too confined. Mitch’s hand began tugging on the back of her mask, pulling her head towards his exposed cock.

“Here you go sir,” she heard Mitch say. Then her luscious red lips enveloped the man’s engorged cock. She had no time to consider any alternative short of exposing herself. On her knees in a dirty convenience store, Batgirl proceeded to give her first blow-job.

Mitch moaned upon feeling Batgirl’s lips on his cock.

“You okay pal?”

“I’m…I’m fine. It’s just my back,” said Mitch, arching his back and pushing his manhood deeper into Batgirl’s mouth. She almost gagged! Clinching her eyes shut, Batgirl focused all her might on not making a sound.

“Hope you feel better man.”

“My shift is…just about…done.”

Batgirl felt the man’s hand again on the back of her head. He was shoving himself completely into her! Suddenly she began to taste something in her mouth.

“Take it easy bud.”

“Thank you. Please come again.”

The door opened, the electronic ding sounded, and the door closed once again. Then two hands gripped ahold of Batgirl’s head and the man came in Batgirl’s mouth!

“Oh my god!!” Mitch moaned in ecstasy. Unfortunately, Batgirl had pulled the man’s cock from her mouth while he was still climaxing. Trapped beneath the counter, Batgirl could not move away from the man’s cock as he climaxed. Her face was covered in the man’s cum!

Mitch stepped back in exhaustion and sexual satisfaction. Slowly, Batgirl crawled out from beneath the counter. She was sick with humiliation. Grabbing whatever she could, Batgirl tried to wipe the cum off her face and mask.

“You sick bastard!” she finally shouted at the smiling clerk.

He shrugged sheepishly. “I’m sorry Bargirl. I just lost control. I’m so sorry.” But his smile did not seem to express much remorse. “Here. I’ll delete the files for you right now.”



Batgirl stood in silence behind the clerk—cleaning the cum off her face, mask and the top of her costume—and watched as Mitch deleted the surveillance videos for the past 48 hours. Once she was satisfied there was no trace of any video from either night, Batgirl turned to the clerk. She was livid and her face was red in anger and humiliation.

“If you ever even think about mentioning what happened tonight, I will beat the living shit out of you! You’re a fucking pig!”

The man simply nodded. Nothing he could say would palliate Batgirl. As Batgirl stormed out of the store, Mitch had to resist the urge to blurt out the customary employee line.



* * *



Batgirl had mixed feelings about attending her next session. She had thoroughly enjoyed her First Time, which was surprising: her girlfriends had told her the first time would be more painful than enjoyable. Perhaps it was Batgirl’s high tolerance for pain, but the loss of her virginity had been profoundly pleasurable. A part of her wanted the man to be a regular part of her therapy. Would Dr. Kinsey use him again? She certainly hoped so!

Despite her carnal desires causing her to look forward to the session, there was a sense of trepidation—Dr. Kinsey was probably going to rebuke her for totally giving herself over to the man, for letting the man have her however he wanted. She recalled Dr. Kinsey’s disappointment and frustration with her. Then there was the recollection of the humiliating events at the Fast and Easy Mart. That had certainly put a damper on Batgirl’s sexual desires. She felt both ashamed and violated from that unfortunate experience, though she rationalized the incident as something she had to do in order to maintain her pristine image. But there was no way she was going to tell Dr. Kinsey about it! She even considered cancelling her next appointment.

But Batgirl’s lust eventually drove her to Dr. Kinsey’s office that Tuesday night. There was also the desire to experience something sexual with someone—anyone—other than that disgusting clerk. Batgirl needed to supplant the memory of Mitch’s blow-job with something she could enjoy. Donning her Batgirl costume, she found herself speeding to her appointment with the desperation to rid herself of all feelings of shame and embarrassment from the Fast and Easy incident. She parked her cycle in the back alley behind the office building, tentatively opened the door and stepped inside the psychologist’s office.

Batgirl was shocked by what she saw! Hanging from the office walls were large glossy photos of Batgirl! And these were no action shots—these were photos of Batgirl in various stages of dress and undress, in assorted sexual situations. Behind the desk sat Dr. Kinsey, wearing only thigh-high boots and arm-length gloves.

“Have a seat Batgirl,” welcomed Dr. Kinsey, gesturing towards the large red leather chair beside her.

Stunned and confused, Batgirl closed the door and walked over to the proffered chair. Sitting down, she looked at the nude Dr. Kinsey. “What is all this?!” she demanded.

“‘This’ is a visual of your lust Batgirl. ‘This’ is what you have become. You are no longer the shrinking violet, the prude heroine, the shy girl. You are now a confident, experienced, sexual experienced woman.

“These visuals that are making you so uncomfortable at the moment need to be embraced before you leave today. What you see is not something that should bring shame but something that should be accepted. Here, watch this.”

Dr. Kinsey turned her laptop to face Batgirl directly. She then opened a file and began playing a video. Batgirl was horrified to see it was a video of her last session—of her First Time.

“I wanted to document this moment for you Batgirl. This was a significant moment for you, and we need to address it properly. I want you to recount for me your thoughts and reactions from last week.”

Batgirl was silent. For a full three minutes, the only sounds came from the video in which Batgirl had been bent over the couch and fucked. It was humiliating listening to her moans and groans. Dr. Kinsey paused the video with the heroine slumped over the backside of the couch. She had anticipated Batgirl’s reticence.

“Look at yourself here.”

Batgirl prepared herself to be firmly reprimanded by her psychologist, but what happened next was entirely unexpected.
“Look at how amazing you look Batgirl. Your lithe, sexy body resting in sexual bliss. Watch how stunning you look when you begin to climax.” Dr. Kinsey started the video over again, pausing every so often to compliment Batgirl’s body and praise her sexual awareness.

“Your body instinctively moves in rhythm with the man’s thrusts. You’re a natural Batgirl!”

Dr. Kinsey adjusted the speed to slow-motion.

“Now watch carefully. This is where you begin to cum. Watch your facial expression—that is one sexy ‘O-face’.”

It began to dawn on the young heroine that Dr. Kinsey was actually proud of her!

“You—you’re not disappointed?”

“I’ll admit, I was hoping you could have focused on escape after your first climax, but my expectations were too high. Considering how much you were primed for your first time with a man, expecting you to pull away and resist him was unrealistic.”

Turning away from the laptop, Dr. Kinsey placed a gloved hand on Batgirl’s thigh and looked the heroine in the eyes. “Your initial protests aside—and I know why you had to pretend you did not want him to fuck you—I was proud to see you willing to give yourself over to the man at my behest. Thank you Batgirl.”

Beneath her mask, Batgirl was blushing deeply. This was, of course, Dr. Kinsey’s plan. Having set up the naive heroine for chastisement, the unexpected praise was all-the-more intense. It had the desired effect on Batgirl: she smiled at Dr. Kinsey, eagerly awaiting whatever Dr. Kinsey had next for her.

“I want to show you how much I appreciate your trust.” Dr. Kinsey turned Batgirl’s chair to face her directly. She sat up and moved directly in front of Batgirl, standing over the heroine.

“You deserve this moment Batgirl. You deserve to feel just how much I appreciate you Batgirl.”

Straddling the heroine, Dr. Kinsey gently caressed the side of Batgirl’s face as she sat down in Batgirl’s lap.

“Do you appreciate what I’m doing for you Batgirl?” Dr. Kinsey spoke in a soft voice. Their faces were little more than inches apart. Batgirl bit her lip. Her entire body was tingling in excitement and anticipation.

“I do Dr. Kinsey. I really do,” Batgirl murmured seductively. Her cheek was brushing up against Dr. Kinsey’s.

“Then I’m going to show you how much I appreciate you Batgirl,” Dr. Kinsey whispered into her ear.

Their lips met. Sensuously and with building passion, the two women expressed their mutual appreciation for one another’s beauty and physique. Dr. Kinsey found herself quickly aroused by the feeling of Batgirl’s firm body beneath her latex costume pressing up against her naked body; Batgirl found herself swiftly aroused by Dr. Kinsey’s hot naked body grinding up against her tight uniform. The kissing and grinding became more passionate, more intense. It was not long before Batgirl’s outfit was wet on both the interior and the exterior. Batgirl became enthusiastic at the realization of how much Dr. Kinsey was turned on. She wanted—needed—to see Dr. Kinsey climax!

Batgirl stood up. Slowly and seductively, she peeled off her skin-tight latex pants. Her breasts bounced firmly as her top came off next. “Is this what you want Dr. Kinsey?”

Dr. Kinsey nodded. She stood up and seductively moved to the couch. “Let’s move to the couch. I want to taste you Batgirl.”

Signaling the heroine to join her on the couch, Batgirl practically fell upon the beautiful naked woman. Dr. Kinsey manipulated Batgirl’s body so the heroine’s hips fell directly on her face, and Dr. Kinsey’s hips pressed up into Batgirl’s face. Batgirl proved herself to be an equal-opportunity lover: she gave as well as she received. Both women’s tongues explored one another’s womanhood, while fingers explored both of each woman’s orifices. The novelty of being 69-ed by Dr. Kinsey while 69-ing her in return was exciting for Batgirl, but she preferred the sensation of their naked bodies slipping up and down against one another while passionately kissing. The heroine preferred watching her psychologist in the thrall of passion while grinding up on her—it was intensely arousing! Batgirl clutched Dr. Kinsey’s bare shoulders and pressed her naked crotch against hers. Moving in rhythm with Dr. Kinsey, Batgirl soon felt herself cumming onto Dr. Kinsey’s sexy body. A deep moan from Dr. Kinsey revealed she was not far away from her own climax.

Gripping Batgirl by the back of her mask, she pulled the heroine’s head back. “I want to see your face when I cum all over you.”

Batgirl increased the intensity of her thrusting. She sensed Dr. Kinsey was close, so very close…

Then it happened.

Dr. Kinsey arched her back, pressed her crotch firmly against Batgirl’s, and yanked off Batgirl’s mask! Then she came all over the heroine.

“My mask! No!!”

Holding Batgirl’s mask triumphantly, Dr. Kinsey looked down at Barbara. She was straddling the unmasked heroine, riding her as she climaxed. Her thighs squeezed against Barbara’s hips as she let herself cum on the heroine.

Barbara tried to hide her face, but to no avail. Already weakened from her climax, her hands were easily pulled aside. Dr. Kinsey’s lips kissed her exposed face. The sexual desire to be enveloped by Dr. Kinsey’s legs, to be kissed all over by Dr. Kinsey’s lips, to feel Dr. Kinsey’s body against hers—it was too much for Barbara. Her resistance melted in Dr. Kinsey’s embrace, and she proceeded to return Dr. Kinsey’s affections. Tossing Batgirl’s mask on the ground, Dr. Kinsey began using her hands to bring Barbara to another powerful orgasm.

Several orgasms later, Barbara was reclining on Dr. Kinsey’s couch with a sense of sexual satisfaction. She had made Dr. Kinsey climax and cum on her! Barbara’s ego—along with her womanhood—had been stroked by Dr. Kinsey’s enthusiastic participation in their sexual dalliance. Being able to sexually satisfy a woman of Dr. Kinsey’s stature and experience was quite the feat.

Dr. Kinsey looked over at the self-satisfied heroine. Barbara was stretched out on the couch, still naked but for her boots and gloves. There was something irresistibly sexy in the contrast of the boots and gloves covering Batgirl’s hands and feet while all her sensuous body parts were naked and glimmering in the office’s warm light.

“Nice to finally make your acquaintance Barbara.”

Barbara started. In her bliss she had forgotten how Dr. Kinsey had removed her mask. Desperately yet pointlessly, Barbara hid her face in her hands.

“How…how do you know—

“Come on Barbara. You’re not nearly as anonymous as you think you are. The gorgeous daughter of the police commissioner is a minor celebrity. And having frequented the Gotham City Library, I have seen you in your civilian role.” Dr. Kinsey winked at Barbara, “You do realize you’re the epitome of the sexy librarian?”

Barbara blushed at the compliment, but she was still anxious: Dr. Kinsey knew her secret identity!

Anticipating Barbara’s concern, Dr. Kinsey moved to alleviate her anxiety. “Barbara, I am your psychologist. By law, I am sworn to secrecy. Even if I wanted to, which I do not, I cannot reveal anything that happens in our sessions. Your secret is safe Batgirl.”

Barbara began to relax. A part of her was almost relieved. She had held onto her secret all this time; perhaps having someone in whom she could confide would be a welcome change.

“Thank you Dr. Kinsey. I appreciate your discretion—you know how critical it is for me to keep my identity completely secret!”

“I do indeed Barbara. And to be quite frank, I appreciate your willingness to confide in me.”

Batgirl hesitated. “But I didn’t! You removed my mask!”

Dr. Kinsey sighed impatiently. “Barbara, I could not have done so if you did not want me to. You were complicit in this revelation. Deep down, you wanted to expose yourself to me.” She put a hand on Barbara’s thigh. “I have sensed this for some time: you’ve needed someone in whom to confide, and who better than your psychologist?”

Barbara had to admit to herself she had longed to open up to someone. Was Dr. Kinsey to be that someone?

“Let’s get dressed. We’ve covered a lot tonight and I want to give you time to digest it all.”

Barbara picked her costume off the floor as Dr. Kinsey pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt from her office closet. The two women began walking out when Dr. Kinsey pinched Batgirl’s firm ass.

“Hey!” Batgirl exclaimed, with only a trace of flirtatiousness.

“Just wanted to see if you were planning on taking your mask with you as well.”

Batgirl jumped! She had almost walked out of Dr. Kinsey’s office exposing herself to anyone who might be out at this time of night! It felt so natural to be walking out of the office with Dr. Kinsey that she had almost forgotten she was Batgirl and not Barbara Gordon at the moment. Was it because Dr. Kinsey had kept referring to her as Barbara?

‘That was a close one!’ she thought to herself as she walked over to the couch and picked up her mask.



On her ride home, Batgirl began to consider whether or not she had chosen to confide in Dr. Kinsey—it was Dr. Kinsey who had intentionally removed her mask and forced her to confide in the psychologist! Was the doctor right? Had her subconscious driven her to let Dr. Kinsey remove her mask?


* * *


For several weeks, each session with Dr. Kinsey ended with Batgirl having sex with the same masked man. It was not long before Batgirl had experienced a variety of sexual positions, and Dr. Kinsey had given her the opportunity to experience bondage during some of the sexual trysts. Had Batgirl used her detective skills to rationally and objectively analyze Dr. Kinsey’s sessions, she might have realized how little attention was devoted to her initial issue—being distracted sexually while crimefighting—and how much focus had been placed on satisfying her sexual cravings. Whether Dr. Kinsey had planned for this or if it was the result of watching the gradual sexual debasement of the sexy young heroine, the sessions had become more of an exercise in sexual creativity than sexual control. But Dr. Kinsey’s plan to mentally dominate Batgirl had come to fruition: the heroine had completely given in to her psychologist; she had stopped questioning any of Dr. Kinsey’s requests and had become a willing participant in all of her therapy treatments.

Batgirl was in the process of cleaning herself off after her most recent series of climaxes. Perhaps it was the frequency of her sexcapades, but Batgirl had found herself climaxing earlier than usual. Part of it may have been due to her eager anticipation of the night’s activities, part of it may have been due to the skill with which her body was manipulated by Dr. Kinsey and her various assistants—the doctor had been taking notes on what caused Batgirl greater stimulation and excitement. Either way, Batgirl was becoming frustrated.

“Is there some way I can…um…extend my climaxes?”

Dr. Kinsey leaned back in her chair and looked up at the masked heroine. “I may have a few ideas. Would you like me to show you?”

Batgirl nodded eagerly! She had been enjoying her time with the masked man—being taken over and over again in Dr. Kinsey’s office had become the focus part of her week. The excitement she felt upon entering the office was more intense than anything she had felt fighting crime.

Tossing the towel aside and reaching for her latex pants, Batgirl looked up at Dr. Kinsey. “Any chance you can show me…tonight?”

“Tonight won’t work. But if you truly want to extend your climaxes, you’re going to have to follow through on my instructions until our next session.”

Batgirl agreed as she pulled on her pants. Being exposed in front of Dr. Kinsey had become so common, Batgirl felt it strange she ever felt self-conscious stripping in front of the doctor.

“You need to resist giving yourself any sexual attention until next week—

“What?!” Batgirl paused as she was tugging on her latex pants. Did Dr. Kinsey realize what she was asking of her?

“—until next week Batgirl. If you want to extend your climaxes, you’re going to have to do that.”

Batgirl sighed. She had gotten in the habit of satisfying herself regularly between sessions. A full week with no sexual attention?!

“We don’t have to do this Batgirl. Tell you what: I’ll prepare for our next session for either eventuality. If you can hold out, we can try out a few of my ideas; if you cannot hold out, we can continue on our current course.”

“Thank you Dr. Kinsey.”



* * *



The week between sessions had been excruciatingly slow! Batgirl had almost given in to her sexual needs several times, but the thought of what an extended climax would feel like had fascinated her. Riding her Batcycle to the session, Batgirl was tingling with excitement. She was already beginning to get wet by the time she entered Dr. Kinsey’s office.

“I did it!” Batgirl almost shouted in triumph.

Batgirl’s enthusiasm was charming. Her adorable smile and the sparkle in her eyes captivated Dr. Kinsey. Batgirl was going to receive some very personal attention from her tonight.

Clapping her hands to reciprocate Batgirl’s enthusiasm, Dr. Kinsey greeted the heroine and gestured to the black case beside her desk. “Well done Batgirl! I was hoping you could control yourself for the week. Tonight should be a special night for you—I brought something special for you."

A shudder of excitement and anticipation coursed through Batgirl’s body. She suddenly noticed Dr. Kinsey was wearing quite the unusual outfit: her psychologist was dressed in a black catsuit with knee-high boots!

“You look amazing Dr. Kinsey!” Batgirl blurted out, then immediately blushed. But Dr. Kinsey merely smiled at the compliment.

“Let’s get you ready Batgirl.”

Batgirl found herself spread out and bent over Dr. Kinsey’s desk. Her arms and legs were bound and tied to the legs of Dr. Kinsey’s desk. Dr. Kinsey stepped back to look at the restrained heroine. The tight body clad in latex shone in the dim glow of the office light. Dr. Kinsey took a deep breath. Over the last few months, she had found herself more and more drawn to the young heroine. She licked her lips as she gently placed her hands on Batgirl’s firm ass. Slowly she began rubbing the cool latex covering Batgirl’s backside, then between the heroine’s thighs. The warmth coming from Batgirl’s crotch was palpable through the skintight fabric.

‘Got to take this slow,’ Dr. Kinsey thought to herself. Tonight was going to be something special, and she did not want to hurry it.

Hearing Batgirl moaning as her hands moved over the heroine’s womanhood confirmed Batgirl’s readiness. Dr. Kinsey slowly unbuckled Batgirl’s utility belt and dropped it to the floor beside the desk. ‘Slow. Got to keep things slow,’ Dr. Kinsey kept reminding herself. The urge to just take Batgirl immediately and forcefully was powerful, but though it would be intensely satisfying it would not serve her purpose.

Batgirl felt Dr. Kinsey’s hands slip beneath her latex pants. Gently, Dr. Kinsey’s hands moved down Batgirl’s thighs; Batgirl’s pants slid down along with Dr. Kinsey’s hands. With her pants down around her knees and her body restrained and bent over the desk, Batgirl’s body was ready to be taken: her moaning was audible, her thighs were spread, her pussy was wet, and her lust was primed.

But Dr. Kinsey waited, hesitated. The intense excitement and thrill of the moment was beyond Dr. Kinsey’s expectations. She anticipated the warm feeling of pressing her fingers up and into Batgirl’s sopping wet pussy, feeling Batgirl’s body shudder in sexual bliss upon penetrating her, watching Batgirl strain against her bondage in climax. Dr. Kinsey wanted to savor the moment. But a moment was all she could wait. Batgirl’s body was too inviting, too alluring.

Batgirl’s lust was building in anticipation. What was taking Dr. Kinsey so long?! She was open to her, waiting for her. ‘Just do it already!’ "Are you just going to look at me doc, or are you going to fuck me?"

“I’m going to fuck you hard tonight Batgirl. But before that, I have one little extra detail.” Dr. Kinsey placed a ball-gag in Batgirl’s and tied it tight against the back of her mask. She then gently fingered the contours of the Batgirl’s welcoming pussy, tickling and teasing the sexually starving heroine.

Batgirl almost creamed when she felt Dr. Kinsey penetrated her! The week-long sexual hiatus had primed Batgirl for a fast and powerful orgasm. She bit down hard on the ball-gag, trying hard to restrain her body from climaxing so quickly. But it was not going well for the heroine. Already she was starting to cum. She clenched her eyes and bit down harder.

“Ungh!!”

Batgirl suddenly felt an intensely strange sensation!

‘Did she just shove something…up my ass?!’

Batgirl was flustered. What was Dr. Kinsey doing?! She strained against the ropes, but Dr. Kinsey had her tightly restrained. Batgirl bucked and flailed to remove whatever it was Dr. Kinsey had shoved up her ass. But try as she might, Batgirl could do nothing.

Dr. Kinsey was smiling. Her fingers will still deep in Batgirl’s pussy, yet she had not felt Batgirl’s cum begin to flow. As Dr. Kinsey continued to manipulate Batgirl’s womanhood, she maintained her focus on the smooth rod she was currently pushing in and out of Batgirl’s ass.

As Dr. Kinsey continued to play with Batgirl’s body, the heroine’s struggles against the rod began to lessen. With Batgirl’s muscles beginning to relax, Dr. Kinsey pressed the rod deeper into the heroine while simultaneously moving her fingers faster and faster in and out of Batgirl’s pussy.

Suddenly, Batgirl felt whatever was up her ass yanked out! With the device’s removal, Batgirl suddenly realized how intensely aroused she had been. Dr. Kinsey’s skilled manipulation of her pussy had her on the brink of climaxing, yet her focus on the device up her ass had kept her at that heightened point of orgasm. With its removal, Batgirl’s body abruptly relaxed and she came all over the desk.

Dr. Kinsey felt the familiar warmth flowing from Batgirl’s pussy. Pulling out of the heroine, she stepped back and watched as Batgirl continued her climax.

‘Time for some personal satisfaction.’ Dr. Kinsey walked over to her black case and snapped it open. Had Batgirl not been overly focused on enjoying her orgasm, she would have seen her psychologist pulling some sort of belt from the case. But the heroine merely relaxed against the desk and caught her breath. She heard Dr. Kinsey unzipping something. Then she saw Dr. Kinsey’s catsuit land in front of her on the leather chair.

‘What is she doing?’

Batgirl began to wriggle against her restraints. She wanted to give Dr. Kinsey feedback on her new tactic—she was not sure how she should feel about the process. Yet the doctor had made no move to undo her restraints.

Dr. Kinsey inhaled deeply. ‘And now for my fun.’

The doctor had been waiting for this very moment. The plan she had set in motion when Batgirl first walked into her office had finally come to fruition: Batgirl was restrained and bent over her desk, helpless to deny Dr. Kinsey from doing anything she wanted. She would now take the heroine, mind and body. Grabbing Batgirl’s exposed hips, Dr. Kinsey thrust herself up against Batgirl. The device connected to Dr. Kinsey’s belt was buried deep into the helpless heroine’s pussy.

Batgirl moaned against her gag as Dr. Kinsey pressed herself hard against Batgirl’s firm body. The feeling of her skin pressing up against Batgirl’s smooth skin was intensely sensual! Dr. Kinsey wanted to feel as much of Batgirl’s body against hers. She pushed herself harder and harder against the spread-eagle heroine. Their bodies began to sweat as the two women rubbed up against one another.

From her time studying Batgirl, Dr. Kinsey had compiled a psychological profile on the young heroine. She was a fairly easy study, which had made it easy to manipulate her into doing what Dr. Kinsey wanted. Steadily and meticulously, Dr. Kinsey probed deeper into Batgirl’s psyche, gleaning from the sessions different tactics to physically and mentally dominate her. One by one, Dr. Kinsey used those tactics to debase Batgirl, to reduce her to little more than a masked nymphomaniac. What Batgirl had feared when she was first introduced to the concept of sex therapy was coming to pass: Batgirl was becoming a slut.

All of Dr. Kinsey’s skills as a sex therapist were now in full effect. She taunted and teased the bound heroine as her hands worked over Batgirl’s most sensual body parts, all while pumping Batgirl repeatedly. Despite her recent sexual awakening, Batgirl was in no way prepared for the combination of psychological and sensual tactics Dr. Kinsey was using on her. The stroking, massaging, rubbing and pounding worked in tandem with the mental games Dr. Kinsey was playing on Batgirl.

‘Time to fuck Batgirl’s petulance, arrogance and attitude out of her!’

This was the part Dr. Kinsey would truly enjoy. But before she could indulge in the physical pleasure, she wanted to enjoy a bit more psychological pleasure.

“Now that we’ve given your ass a little attention this evening, are you ready for the real deal?”

‘What…what is she—

“I’m going to fuck you up the ass Batgirl! I’m going to give it to you…hard! Now relax or this is not going to be as pleasurable as before.”

Batgirl shook her head in protest. She tried begging Dr. Kinsey to stop, but the ball-gag was still firmly in her mouth; she could only whimper in protest.

“Remember how tough you are, what a badass you are? Now it’s time to give that badass some proper attention!”

Dr. Kinsey pulled back, letting Batgirl’s hips drop. She paused for a moment.

‘This has to be savored. I’m about to fuck Batgirl up the ass! Can’t believe this is actually going to happen!’ Despite being one of the most renown psychologists in her field, this moment rendered Dr. Kinsey into a young schoolgirl about to experience her first time. She was about to have her way with the one and only Batgirl!

“Enjoy this Batbitch!”

Batgirl felt Dr. Kinsey’s device abruptly shoved deep into her ass! It was harder and larger than whatever Dr. Kinsey had used on her before. Whereas she had felt more shock the first time Dr. Kinsey had gently pushed a smooth rod up her backside, Batgirl felt obscenely violated having Dr. Kinsey shove the larger, thicker device up her ass!

Batgirl gagged as she felt herself ruthlessly penetrated! Gasping and heaving, she managed to spit out the ball-gag.

“Please stop Dr. Kinsey! I can’t take this!!” Batgirl begged.

“But you’re going to take this!” taunted Dr. Kinsey, ignoring Batgirl’s pleading. Harder and faster, Dr. Kinsey thrust herself into the restrained heroine.

“Noooo!!!!” cried the helpless heroine.

“This is called being ass-fucked Batgirl. How do you like it?”

“Please…no more,” Batgirl whimpered. But her pathetic pleas only served to further excite the doctor. Harder and faster, she continued to hungrily take the humiliated Batgirl.

“Just—relax—Batgirl,” Dr. Kinsey suggested between thrusts. “Relax—and take it!”

And Batgirl took it. Repeatedly and forcefully. All the sexual frustration Dr. Kinsey felt each time she refrained from enjoying Batgirl in the past was being released onto the heroine.

Batgirl was taken over and over. Dr. Kinsey’s fingers played with Batgirl’s wet pussy while her rod penetrated Batgirl’s tight ass. The sexual abuse and psychological humiliation was devastating to the young heroine. By the time Dr. Kinsey felt herself fully satisfied, Batgirl was a quivering mess.

Dr. Kinsey finally climaxed. Pushing her hips hard against Batgirl’s backside, she pressed her rod once more deep into Batgirl. Then she let herself cum. Panting in sexual exhaustion and satisfaction, Dr. Kinsey’s naked body fell on top of the violated heroine.

After enjoying the feeling of Batgirl’s naked body against hers, Dr. Kinsey got off the heroine and walked over to her chair to pick up her catsuit. While she put the outfit back on, she watched the helpless heroine. She was curious to see how Batgirl would react from the experience. Regardless of her reaction, Dr. Kinsey had prepared a variety of contingency plans for the disgraced heroine.

“How was it for you Batgirl?” Dr. Kinsey asked as she zipped up her catsuit.

Batgirl was just a blubbering mess writhing on Dr. Kinsey’s desk. The dismantling of Batgirl was complete: the overconfident and arrogant heroine had been thoroughly fucked out of Barbara. Quivering in shame and intimidation, she slowly looked up at Dr. Kinsey who was pulling a laptop from one of the desk drawers.

“Before I untie you, I want you to watch this.” Dr. Kinsey placed her laptop in front of Batgirl’s face. Over the next 10 minutes, Batgirl realized how compromised she truly was. Watching a compilation of her various sexual dalliances over the past four months made it clear: Dr. Kinsey was in control. Through her tears, she watched herself being taken over and over and over again.

Dr. Kinsey snapped close the laptop. Putting it back into the drawer, she walked behind the subdued heroine.

“I’m not showing this to you as a form of humiliation Batgirl, I am showing you this so you can better understand who you truly are.” Dr. Kinsey began loosening the ropes restraining Batgirl’s legs. “When I first started working with you, I thought we could alleviate your urges by acknowledging them and then satisfying them on a superficial level. You proved that to be an impossibility: your urges were too deep and too repressed.

“We needed to throughly explore your sexual proclivities and desires, to go beyond your conscious desires to your subconscious needs. We have finally started to reach the full depths of your desire for sexual depravity.” To punctuate the point, Dr. Kinsey pressed a finger up Batgirl’s ass. Batgirl gave out a mild gasp, but she remained relatively motionless.

“In doing so, we are able to fulfill those subconscious needs and prevent you from intentionally putting yourself in a perilous situation. Whereas before we plumbed the depths of your needs, you may have lost focus in a critical situation and allowed yourself to be beaten, captured and taken. After today’s breakthrough, you have made yourself less prone to that self-defeating urge.”

Dr. Kinsey moved back around her desk and untied Batgirl’s arms. Batgirl still lay slumped on the desk. Tenderly, Dr. Kinsey pulled Batgirl to her feet, then helped her walk over to the couch.

“Have a seat.”

Batgirl sat sideways on the couch, gingerly adjusting herself to avoid putting any pressure on her ass. The young heroine began to whimper and sob.

“How…how could you do this to me doctor?”

Dr. Kinsey sat beside Batgirl and began soothing and caressing her.

“This had to happen Batgirl. There was no way around it: you needed me to do this to you. As I said, your subconscious is your greatest threat. Without these experiences, you would eventually fall prey to your subconscious and found yourself in some truly perilous situation. What we have done here is forced you to confront your dark desires while satisfying your sexual needs.”

Dr. Kinsey was stroking Batgirl’s arm as she continued to explain: “I know right now this is not making much sense, but you need to trust me. I had to treat you the way some men want to treat you—like a nice piece of ass. You need to know what is out there and what might happen to you if you lose focus in a critical moment. You do trust me, don’t you Batgirl?”

Batgirl slowly nodded her head, though she was barely conscious of what Dr. Kinsey was saying. She just knew she had to give in to Dr. Kinsey—the woman knew her secret identity, her secret desires, her secret thoughts. Batgirl could not allow herself to be skeptical of Dr. Kinsey’s motives; the mere thought of any ulterior motives was too frightening to consider.

“Let’s plan on a session three weeks from now. You’re going to need time to process today’s therapy.” Dr. Kinsey sat up and walked over to her desk to retrieve her planner. “How does Tuesday the 18th sound?”

Once again, Batgirl merely nodded. She just wanted to be home.

“Good. I’ll schedule you for the usual time on the 29th. Now let’s get you dressed.”

Batgirl was suddenly aware that she was still naked. Dr. Kinsey picked up Batgirl’s pants and top and handed them to the heroine. Batgirl had to remove her boots in order to gingerly pull her pants back on. Once dressed, Batgirl carefully sat up and quietly made her way to the door.

“Oh, and Miss Gordon?”

Batgirl grimaced in pain as she nearly lost her balance—she was still unused to Dr. Kinsey calling her by her secret identity. She looked over at Dr. Kinsey, who was sitting at her desk writing notes in her planner. Without looking up, the psychologist called out to Batgirl: “You may want to take it easy for a few days before taking on any late night activities.”

Batgirl sat gingerly on her Batcycle as she drove home. Her ass was sore and sensitive: every pothole made her squeal in pain and her vision was blurred by her tears. At one point she had to pull over and compose herself before continuing the long drive home.



* * *



Batgirl took the full two weeks to recover from the session. She recovered physically in a little over two days, but mentally she struggled to regain just a portion of her self-confidence. Being sexually dominated against her will by Dr. Kinsey had created self-doubt—she began to see herself being captured and dominated in various crimefighting scenarios. A series of “what ifs” flooded through her mind. Her Batgirl costumes were left untouched for the two weeks, hidden away in her closet’s secret compartment.

That all changed during the third week of Barbara’s hiatus as Batgirl.

Barbara had finished early at the Gotham City Public Library and was walking over to her gym when she saw a mugging brazenly taking place in broad daylight. Some young punk had grabbed an elderly woman’s purse and was sprinting down the crowded sidewalk, weaving through the stunned onlookers. Acting on instinct, Barbara dropped down and spun to her side, extending her leg as she spun around just as the man tried to pass her. The punk fell flailing onto the cement sidewalk. A second later, Barbara was sitting on the man’s back, restraining him. Two men from the crowd jumped in to help her restrain the thief.

After the police took the man away, the crowd broke out into a spontaneous ovation. Barbara blushed in embarrassment. She was unaccustomed to the adulation of an appreciative audience. As Batgirl, she left the scene after properly restraining the criminals and contacting the authorities. As Barbara, she was able to bask in the appreciation of the crowd.

In that moment, she was taken back to her previous moment of celebration—as Batgirl standing in front of the crowd at Gotham City Hall. Barbara suddenly had an urge to put her costume back on.

That weekend, Barbara’s ego was further stroked by an editorial in The Gotham Tribune. A young reporter had written a piece about Batgirl, recalling the superheroine’s contributions to the city and asking why she had suddenly disappeared. Further on in the article were testimonials from citizens who had been rescued in some capacity by the Caped Crusaderette. That night, Barbara cut out the article and tacked it to her bedroom wall. Then she put on her Batgirl costume. Though she kept to the rooftops and spent the night patrolling with no intent of directly involving herself in any conflict—she called in some suspicious activities to Gotham PD—it felt good to be moving about again as Batgirl under the cover of darkness.

Batgirl’s hiatus had led to an uptick in crime. However, that uptick was marked by some brazen actions of relatively inexperienced criminals. By the end of the third week, Batgirl finally engaged. She had no trouble laying out three thieves, a mugger and two vandals. With her confidence growing over the course of her first night back in action, Batgirl began to feel a sense of empowerment and a lust for danger.

The night was getting late when Batgirl dropped in a man accosting a woman in a side alley off of one of the main boulevards going through the center of Gotham’s business district. She recognized the man as one of Gotham’s more violent pimps, and his treatment of one of his working girls was worthy of his reputation.

Descending from the rooftop, Batgirl jumped from the fire escape ladder and landed directly on top of the man. A kick to the face rendered him practically unconscious.

But Batgirl’s youth and ignorance would soon put her in a precarious situation. Straddling the incapacitated pimp, Batgirl began to lecture the man.

“Think twice before you ever lay a hand on a woman!”

Holding the man by the lapels of his gaudy pink shirt, Batgirl slapped the man in the same manner she had seen him slapping the woman.

“You like being treated like this, you filthy piece of trash? Next time you—

Batgirl never finished her sentence. She found herself on her back, dazed and seeing stars. Another powerful blow to the back of her head almost knocked her completely out. Writhing on the ground, Batgirl tried to crawl away, but a kick to her midsection flipped her on her back. Through the haze of a pounding headache, she could make out the figure of the woman she had rescued standing over her.

“Wh…why—

Batgirl’s head snapped back as the woman broke the pimp’s cane against her face. She fell to the ground unconscious.

The woman gently helped the pimp back to his feet. “You okay Sugar Bear?”

“That fucking bitch!” Sugar Bear stumbled to where Batgirl’s prone body lay in a puddle near the back of the alley.

“Pick her up. I’m going to take the money you owe me out of her ass.”

“You got it babe.”

Sugar Bear’s woman reached down and, holding the heroine beneath the arms, hoisted up Batgirl. She was having some trouble: Batgirl’s muscular physique, costume, cape and utility belt weighed more than the woman had anticipated.
The pimp began slapping Batgirl around. “Wake up Batgirl. I’ve got a little something for you.”

The heroine gradually began to regain consciousness.

“There you are Batbitch,” Sugar Bear taunted her. “Guess things didn’t go like you expected. My bitches are loyal to me, something you need to learn.”

Batgirl could taste blood in her mouth as her face was rocked side-to-side by Sugar Bear’s slaps.

“You think you can mess with my business? I’ll make you my business! I’ll turn your ass out—you’ll be my top earner Batgirl! With your tits and ass, I’ll be able to retire in a year.” He squeezed Batgirl’s breasts while she moaned helplessly.

“Let’s see about that little Batsnatch of yours.”

The man cupped Batgirl’s crotch and began to grope Batgirl’s womanhood. Still trying to regain her bearings, Batgirl’s resistance was little more than a whimper—the man slapped her hands away and continued to rub Batgirl’s crotch.

“Let’s see if we can’t get you in the mood.”

The warmth and wetness he could feel beneath Batgirl’s costume confirmed his efforts were having a the desired effect on the heroine.

Batgirl felt her legs begin to weaken as an old familiar sensation began to spread from her womanhood to the rest of her body. She leaned forward against the man and felt herself involuntarily spread her thighs. If only he could push harder against the tight latex fabric. Batgirl wanted more stimulation. It had been too long since her last sexual experience and her body was desperate for some sexual release. Unfortunately, this guy did not seem to be able to provide it. Though he was getting her wet, he was not close to stimulating her the way Dr. Kinsey could.

Batgirl began to realize she was in control of herself. Having experienced so many different sexual romps with Dr. Kinsey and her “assistants” had rendered this pimp’s rough attempt to sexually humiliate her essentially meaningless. Considering her recent sexual humiliations, when Sugar Bear slipped his hand down Batgirl’s pants and began finger-fucking her, she was able to maintain her focus. Admittedly, she did put on a bit of a show: she moaned and swayed in Sugar Bear’s grip as she let him finger her into a mild orgasm.

‘Damn! I needed that.’ Batgirl shook her head and cleared her mind. Having let herself cum, it was time to concentrate on taking down Sugar Bear and his woman.

“Check it out! I’ve got Batbitch cumming—“Check it out! I’ve got Batbitch cumming—

Sugar Bear never finished his sentence. Batgirl drove the back of her head against the woman holding her up. Unexpected and vicious in its power, the blow dropped the woman to the ground. She was completely out. Before Sugar Bear could remove his hand from Batgirl’s pants, the superheroine had kneed him firmly between the legs.

“Ugh!”

The pimp released Batgirl and doubled over in pain. Twirling around, Batgirl leveled him with a powerful kick to the face. He stumbled back against the cement wall. A roundhouse dropped him to the ground. Batgirl soon had him hogtied and helpless in the alley. She looked over at the prostitute who was still unconscious. Confirming her vital signs were fine, Batgirl swiftly climbed back up the fire escape ladder and radioed in the call to Gotham PD. Then she sat down on the rooftop and looked out at the city lights. Breathing deeply, she felt herself recover from the beating she had just taken. As she recovered, she found herself wanting to tell Dr. Kinsey about how she had overcome her lust and escape a perilous situation. As she thought about Dr. Kinsey, she could not help picturing the doctor in that black catsuit and those knee-high boots. The warmth between Batgirl’s thighs began to spread…



* * *


“What do you have planned for me this time doctor?” asked an eager and willing Batgirl. The steady increase in the sexual exploitation of the young superheroine was having the precise effect Dr. Kinsey had anticipated—and hoped—would happen. Though there was no way she could know about Batgirl’s run-in with Sugar Bear, Dr. Kinsey had put things in motion to insure Batgirl’s sexual proclivities would place her in potentially perilous situations. By familiarizing Batgirl with men wanting to please her, Dr. Kinsey had created a mental barrier between Batgirl’s lust for sexual attention from anonymous men and Batgirl’s self-preservation in perilous situations. As a result, Batgirl had become overly confident in accosting masculine criminals. Though she was stronger than the average man, Batgirl was not invulnerable. Her encounter with Sugar Bear should have made her aware of that; her arrogance prevented that awareness from setting in.

Dr. Kinsey had pushed things with the heroine during their last session, which had led her to delay Batgirl’s next session for three weeks. As intended, the delay had caused Batgirl to crave more sexual attention from her (the brief sexual attention from Sugar Bear only served to intensify Batgirl’s craving). Having taken both Batgirl’s virginity and her dignity, Dr. Kinsey felt confident in pushing the young heroine’s boundaries further.

“Before we start, I want you to do something important for me. I want you to remove your mask Batgirl.” Dr. Kinsey paused to let her words sink in before continuing. “We need to further establish our trust and relationship. When you wear your mask during our sessions, you are creating a barrier between us—metaphorically and literally.”

Batgirl hesitated.

“You see my point?” asked Dr. Kinsey. “Despite already knowing your identity Barbara, you still hesitate to remove your mask. Ask yourself why that might be. You know we are alone, yet you insist on keeping your mask on throughout our sessions.

“The mask is a psychological tool you use to separate Barbara from Batgirl. Clearly you need to do so in order to maintain the safety of Barbara Gordon and her family and friends, but you are also using the mask to create a separation between Barbara’s needs and Batgirl’s desires. We need to start merging the two identities into one. The significance of the mask needs to be limited to masking your identity, not changing it.”

It was a lot for Batgirl to consider. She had been looking down at Dr. Kinsey’s desk as the psychologist had been talking. Now she looked up at Dr. Kinsey. “Is that what has caused my feelings of conflict?”

Dr. Kinsey nodded. “Yes. You as Batgirl have been expanding your sexual boundaries—Batgirl has explored her sexual desires and acted upon them. Yet Barbara Gordon has remained conspicuously absent from that process. She is struggling in acknowledging what Batgirl has allowed herself to do. By unmasking Batgirl during our private sessions, Barbara Gordon will be acknowledging her complicity in Batgirl’s sexual activities.”

“Then why shouldn’t I just come to our sessions as Barbara Gordon?”

‘Because then I wouldn’t get to see that body of yours in that sexy skin-tight latex outfit,’ Dr. Kinsey thought to herself. She smiled at Batgirl. “We are addressing Batgirl’s needs. If you come dressed as Barbara Gordon, then we will only be treating Barbara Gordon. Batgirl’s needs—all of her needs—will be unfulfilled.”

The insinuation did not go unnoticed. She hesitated, but her gloved hands slowly moved to her mask. Batgirl gently pulled back the mask to reveal the gorgeous face of Barbara Gordon.

“Thank you Batgirl.”

The heroine began to relax, and her mind focused on Dr. Kinsey’s point about Batgirl’s needs going unfulfilled. Wasn’t it time for the doctor to begin fulfilling her needs? She hoped so.

But Dr. Kinsey held back, and Batgirl soon found herself disappointed. The first session after the three week hiatus was quite sedated compared to any other session. Dr. Kinsey spent the majority of the time building up Batgirl’s confidence; she gave no attention to Batgirl’s hints and insinuations and requests for some sort of sexual attention.

The session took on a different tone when Batgirl recounted her run-in with Sugar Bear. As she described her temporary loss of consciousness, a strange expression came over Dr. Kinsey’s face.

“Hold on a second. Are you telling me you were knocked out?! This is a very serious matter Batgirl.”

“It was only for a minute or so. Nothing bad happened,” Batgirl protested.

“Don’t try to mitigate this situation. We should have anticipated the risk of you losing consciousness while crimefighting.”

“What can we do about that? It’s not as though I plan on being knocked out.”

“You’re right, of course,” said Dr. Kinsey. “But we can work on some contingency plans. As we are working to prepare you to resist your sexual urges when you are acting as Batgirl, we can also prepare you to in the event you are knocked out in combat.”

“Is that possible?” asked the curious crusader.

“It is…to some extent. What we want to do is help you help you regain your senses the moment you awaken. If you panic or lose your bearings, you’re going to lose valuable time in attempting to free yourself.”

“So how do we do this?” asked Batgirl.

“I can’t tell you now,” answered Dr. Kinsey, “but you’ll know after our next session. Shall we schedule you for Monday night?”

Batgirl nodded.

“Good. Now let’s return to your description of the other night’s events.”

Batgirl continued her recount of the events, putting a special emphasis on her beatdown of Sugar Bear.



The following week came with a sense of trepidation. Batgirl anxiously sat down on the couch and looked up at Dr. Kinsey, who had just pulled out a cardboard box from her desk drawer.

“Don’t forget about the mask Batgirl.”

Batgirl pulled back her mask and ran a gloved hand through her hair.

Dr. Kinsey glanced up as the heroine unmasked. There was something amazingly erotic in watching Batgirl remove her mask. She smiled as she looked at the unmasked heroine.

“You’re going to have to trust me on this Batgirl. Now relax, this is not going to hurt.” Dr. Kinsey opened the box as she walked over to where Batgirl sat rigidly on the edge of the couch. Though the heroine was comfortable enough to remove her mask, she was still anxious—just what did Dr. Kinsey have in mind as a contingency plan for losing consciousness?

“Sit back and take a deep breath.”

Batgirl reclined on the couch. But just as she began to take a deep breath, Dr. Kinsey—who was standing behind the couch—shoved a strange-smelling cloth in her face! Batgirl gasped and tried to wriggle free, but Dr. Kinsey had positioned herself firmly behind the couch and had a powerful hold on the heroine. Batgirl would soon come to recognize the debilitating odor of chloroform. The room began to spin as Batgirl’s eyelids became heavy and her struggles weakened. She was soon in the warm embrace of the powerful chloroform.

Batgirl lay unconscious on the couch. Dr. Kinsey walked over to her desk and removed a unique-looking set of headphones. She placed them over the unconscious heroine’s ears. Then she pressed a button on the headphones.

‘Now let’s see how susceptible Bat-babe is to subliminal messaging.’

While the headphones played a strange message into the unsuspecting heroine’s ears, Dr. Kinsey tied up the unconscious heroine’s arms and legs. Batgirl had been given a concentrated dose of the chloroform, and it was over a half hour before she slowly began to regain her senses. When Dr. Kinsey saw Batgirl regaining her consciousness, she removed the headphones and quickly pulled Batgirl’s mask back over her face. The headphones were placed back in the top desk drawer.

“Wh…what’s going on here?” mumbled Batgirl as she tried to shake off the effect of the chloroform.

“You’ve just been knocked out Batgirl. You’re waking up to find yourself in some villain’s clutches, trussed up and helpless.”

“What are you talking about?” Batgirl was confused. Her arms were tightly bound behind her back and her ankles were tied together.

“We are re-enacting a possible capture. Should you be knocked out, we can anticipate that any person with a set of eyes is not going to leave you lying unconscious on the ground while they make their escape.” Dr. Kinsey fingers slowly traced Batgirl’s curves as she walked alongside the restrained heroine. “They’re going to be highly motivated to restrain you and take you with them…to enjoy you at their leisure in the safety of some hideout or abandoned building.”

This made sense.

“In their haste to make their escape, they won’t have time to undress you. So we can assume you will be restrained with your costume on. There are only so many ways to restrain an unconscious heroine, so you may want to design some added components hidden in your gloves and boots.”

This too made sense.

“As you cannot anticipate when you will be knocked out and how you will be restrained, you’re going to be randomly knocked out and then restrained in a different position. This way we can anticipate some of the risks, prepare you to overcome your bondage, and ensure you defeat your captor.”

And this also made a lot of sense.

“Now do your best to remove these ropes.”

It took some time, but Batgirl was eventually able to loosen the ropes binding her wrists. Removing the ropes around her ankles, Batgirl stood up and tossed the restraints on Dr. Kinsey’s desk.

“Not bad Batgirl, not bad. But we need to help you recover faster from your unconscious state. Every second will be precious. Once your captor has you in a safe place, he or she is going to turn all their focus to satisfying their vile urges upon your body.”

Batgirl nodded slowly. What if Sugar Bear had managed to captured her? She became distracted at the thought of being bound and gagged while some pimp fondled and f—

“Batgirl! Focus now! When you start to come out of your state of unconsciousness, you’re going to have to get your bearings quickly. Any distracting thoughts or subconscious desires will hinder you from freeing yourself.”

“I’m sorry Dr. Kinsey.”

“It’s okay Batgirl. But before we meet again next week, I want you to consider some alterations to your costume—anything you can add to your outfit that may help you undo any restraints.”

Batgirl agreed to Dr. Kinsey’s request. On her ride home, she began devising various features to cut or loosen restraints. By the time she arrived at her apartment, she already had two feasible ideas.



* * *



Batgirl’s unconscious body lay strewn across the couch. Dr. Kinsey had managed to catch Batgirl off-guard with a dose of chloroform administered when the heroine had been looking over news clippings of her recent exploits.

Staring down at the comatose heroine, an irresistible temptation entered the psychologist’s aroused mind. Dr. Kinsey reached down and pulled off Batgirl’s mask. Placing it on her desk, she removed the headphones from the top desk drawer and placed them firmly on Batgirl’s head. Satisfied with Batgirl’s unconscious state, Dr. Kinsey proceeded to remove Batgirl’s boots and gloves. Then she stripped Batgirl of her costume.

Leaving Barbara lying naked on the couch, Dr. Kinsey began to satisfy a fantasy that had long been in the dark recesses of her mind. Taking off all her clothes, Dr. Kinsey stood naked beside the nude Barbara sprawled out on the couch. Lowering herself gently onto Barbara’s naked body, she pressed her body against the unconscious heroine. Her lips found Barbara’s, and for a good minute Dr. Kinsey enveloped Barbara in slow, passionate kisses. The feeling of Barbara’s firm body against her naked body was intensely arousing. Her body instinctually began to grind against Barbara’s.

‘No. Not yet,” Dr. Kinsey stopped herself. She got off the heroine and moved off the couch. ‘First it’s time for some cosplay,” and Dr. Kinsey proceeded to put on Batgirl’s costume. She did so slowly, seductively, enjoying every second of the process, allowing herself to sensualize the experience. Her heightened state of awareness made the feeling of Batgirl’s costume against her naked skin a tantric sexual experience for the doctor. She stretched the tight latex fabric over her body, then let it snap firmly into place. Pulling on the gloves and boots gave Dr. Kinsey a sense of the confidence Batgirl must feel while in costume. To complete the process, she snapped on Batgirl’s utility belt.

‘Now for the final touch,’ Dr. Kinsey smiled as she looked over at her desk where she had dropped Batgirl’s mask. When she pulled the mask over her head, she became completely aroused. The costume was a tight fit, yet she was able to easily move around in it. She walked over to her wall mirror and looked at herself.

‘This is crazy!’

For once, Dr. Kinsey was not entirely in control of herself. It was clearly wrong to take advantage of the knocked-out heroine—Batgirl was her patient after all! But the lines of morality had become blurred over the months of sexual engagement with the heroine.

Dr. Kinsey began to pantomime a fight as she watched herself in the mirror. Throwing air punches and kicks, she imagined what it would be like fighting crime dressed in the outfit. ‘I can see why Batgirl feels those urges.’ Dr. Kinsey’s nipples pressed against the tight fabric, revealing just how aroused she was becoming. The sexual thrill was becoming overwhelming: she could not resist the desire to pleasure herself while in Batgirl’s costume.

The pantomimed fighting transformed to more of an erotic dance as Dr. Kinsey began rubbing and groping her body as she swayed to the sound of music only she could hear. The sensation of the latex against her skin provided an especially sensual experience for the psychologist. Her dancing was shockingly indecent and salacious, it was definitely not becoming of a sophisticated psychologist. The vibrations created by Batgirl’s gloves as she rubbed the latex fabric tightly covering her breasts and crotch was intensely arousing!

In the mirror she caught site of Barbara, lying naked on the couch behind her.

‘Now it’s time.’

Dr. Kinsey splayed out the naked Barbara on the couch, then lay down on top of her and started moving her body against the unconscious heroine. It was not long before Dr. Kinsey found herself grinding hard against Barbara and climaxing.

A powerful orgasm tore through Dr. Kinsey. Panting and moaning in ecstasy, she let herself cum in Batgirl’s costume as she passionately kissed Barbara’s luscious red lips while clutching Barbara’s body and pressing it hard against her. She shuddered, then exhaled deeply as her orgasm flowed through her body. It was only after she was done climaxing and had returned to her chair behind the desk that she felt a wetness spreading from her crotch and realized the problem she had created for herself. ‘I’ve got to clean this fast! She’s going to wake up in another 20 minutes.’

Disrobing quickly, Dr. Kinsey did her best to wipe off any evidence of her sexual deviance. But try as she might, there was no way she was going to be able to remove all traces of the liberties she had taken with Batgirl’s costume.

Dr. Kinsey’s mind worked rapidly. ‘Perhaps there’s another way to hide the evidence.’

Gently putting the costume back onto the sleeping Batgirl took more effort than she anticipated, but she managed to do so without waking the unconscious heroine. Dr. Kinsey then pulled some ropes from her desk drawer and hogtied Batgirl. She slipped a vibrator—the same style of vibrator she had given Batgirl to use at the Gotham City Hall ceremony—down Batgirl’s pants, placing it against her womanhood. She then wound a rope between Batgirl’s thighs and pulled it tight against Batgirl’s crotch. A ball-gag in Batgirl’s mouth finished the process.

‘Now let’s give Bat-babe a little wet dream,’ Dr. Kinsey thought to herself as she pressed the vibrator’s remote. A low buzzing sound emanated from Batgirl’s crotch, and a minute later a low moaning escaped from Batgirl’s lips. Still unconscious, Batgirl’s body began to writhe against the rope which was firmly pressed against her crotch and Dr. Kinsey’s device. Though she wanted to watch Batgirl come out of her reverie and cum in her costume, Dr. Kinsey had her own clothes to put back on. Dressing quickly, she could not help but watch the heroine out of the corner of her eye.

Batgirl slowly came out of the chloroform haze and proceeded to cum inside her Batgirl costume. The vibrator had served its purpose quite well: Batgirl climaxed as she enjoyed the sedating effect of the chloroform. The contrasting sensation of the strong orgasm with her relaxed muscles and languid mind were a new and very pleasurable experience for Batgirl.

“Ohhh!” The heroine savored the sweet release of a climax. Batgirl had become accustomed to soaking her costume, and she felt no shame in wetting herself once again. Dr. Kinsey had earned Batgirl’s full trust and confidence—gone were the bashful nights and self-conscious hesitations.

Dr. Kinsey smiled. ’That should just about cover up any trace I may have left in her costume.’ She walked over to the hog-tied heroine and started tugging at the ropes. “Your test today is to free yourself before my device leads you to cum again. Now focus on the task at hand. Clear your mind.”

The weeks of experiencing Dr. Kinsey’s bondage served Batgirl well. Despite the distraction and desire to climax again, she was able to use her newly acquired skills in loosening her bondage and freeing herself of her restraints.

“Ta-dah!” Batgirl sang out as she removed the ball-gag and tossed it onto Dr. Kinsey’s desk. “How was that Dr. Kinsey?”

“One of your best efforts yet! Very well done Batgirl.”

Batgirl smiled at Dr. Kinsey’s approval.

“But I think you’ve forgotten something. May I have my little pleasure device back?”

The heroine blushed. “I can’t borrow it for the week?” Batgirl coyly asked Dr. Kinsey as she reached down her pants and pulled out the vibrating device.

Dr. Kinsey smiled. “Not this week, but I do have something special planned for you that involves this little pleasure device.”

“You better not be teasing me,” the heroine winked back at Dr. Kinsey as she strode out the door. Batgirl was back to her coquettish and captivating self.


* * *


“We need to overwhelm your sexual appetite. So far you have been receptive to the treatments, but you still are prone to letting yourself go in the midst of sexual thrall. By overwhelming you sexually, nothing in the course of your crimefighting can compare. Consequently, nothing sexually will distract you in your role as Batgirl.”

It made sense to Batgirl, but she just wanted to get started with whatever Dr. Kinsey had lined up for her. Batgirl had begun to walk into Dr. Kinsey’s office already aroused. Each session had made her sexual appetite stronger. And now that she had lost her virginity, as well as any sense of propriety, Bargirl was more than ready to engage in whatever sexual foray Dr. Kinsey had in mind. She had trouble staying focused on the days of her session in anticipation of whatever sexual experience Dr. Kinsey had prepared for her.

Batgirl’s Pavlovian response had been both panned and anticipated by Dr. Kinsey. She would soon use it to press her advantage.

“This is something you may have fantasized about: a threesome. Perhaps you remember one gentleman from your first time?” Dr. Kinsey indicated one of the two masked men who had entered from the side door. “On this occasion I have arranged for one of his co-workers to pleasure you as well.”

Batgirl looked over the two masked men. Despite having had numerous sexual experiences, she was bashful in the midst of the two masked men standing naked before her. She averted her eyes from the men’s hardening cocks and focused on the new guy’s arm tattoo. It looked like some sort of deranged teddy bear. She had seen it somewhere before, but where? Before she could figure it out, the one with whom she was already intimate walked up to her. Despite her increasing number of sexual encounters, this man still made her anxious. There was something about the man’s skill and experience, along with the masked face hiding any emotions. When he gestured for her to stand up, Batgirl promptly got to her feet.

“Take off your belt.”

It was the first time the man had spoken to her, and Batgirl immediately complied. It was as though she was a young schoolgirl being ordered to performa task by some authoritative schoolmaster. Dropping her utility belt to the ground, she looked up at the man awaiting his next command.

“Remove your cape.”

Swiftly, the heroine removed her cape and let it fall to the ground. She stood still, uncomfortably looking at the man and wondering.

“Oh!”

While Batgirl was under the spell of the man’s powerful aura, the other man had walked behind her and suddenly yanked down Batgirl’s pants. Before she could react, the first man signaled for Batgirl to remain still. Then he stepped forward and proceeded to remove her top as the other man finished pulling off Batgirl’s skintight pants. Batgirl stood before the two men almost entirely naked, save for her mask, gloves and boots.

“Please begin,” requested Dr. Kinsey.

Batgirl was enveloped by the two men. Feeling both of them pressing up on her naked body, she spread her legs in preparation for what she hoped would happen next. The young heroine would not be disappointed.

Thanks to Dr. Kinsey, Batgirl was more than prepared for the extra attention her ass was getting. The two men were skilled and moved in rhythm with one another: as she was pulled forward, she felt her pussy penetrated; as she was pulled back, she felt a hard cock up her ass. As the thrusting moved faster and faster, she felt herself penetrated almost simultaneously. For the first time, Batgirl felt herself completely overwhelmed sexually. The room was a blur as she was violated in the most pleasurable ways. Batgirl relaxed her muscles, which served to allow deeper thrusts by both men. The simultaneous dual penetration was too much for her—she felt her legs begin to buckle as a powerful orgasm shuddered through her body.

In the thralls of her climax, Batgirl felt her head pulled back. Her legs were weakening as she began to cum. The orgasm was more powerful than any she had previously experienced. Being fucked was an amazing sensation for Batgirl, but being simultaneously fucked in her ass was overwhelming for the young heroine. The strange and erotic sensation served to extend her orgasm, something Batgirl was unprepared for— she almost passed out as she panted and gasped in pure ecstasy. As it was, her legs gave out and she began to fall to the ground. Unfortunately for Batgirl, one of the men still had his hands on her cowl! Her mask was yanked off as her body dropped to the floor! Batgirl lay on the ground—completely exposed—save for her boots and gloves!

The man holding Batgirl’s mask merely shrugged, tossed the mask to the other man, and straddled the naked woman. Holding her hands over her head, the man proceeded to fuck Barbara! Desperately the exposed heroine tried to escape the man’s grip, but her body was too weak and her mind was too distraught to mount any focused resistance. Whimpering, she merely bucked and bounced between the ground and the man’s body as the man repeatedly thrust himself into her. Barbara finally gave up struggling and went limp, letting her body climax once again as she was forcibly taken.

When the man finally pulled himself out of Barbara, she rolled over and tried to hide her face as she searched for her mask.

“Here,” said the other man, holding out Batgirl’s mask. Barbara tried to conceal her face as she reached for it. The man suddenly pulled it back, then grabbed Barbara by her hair.

“Before I give it to you, I’m going to give you something else.”

“Wha—

But before she could even ask her question, the man had slapped her across the face! Her mouth gaped open in shock, but it was quickly filled with something big and hard.

“Suck me off Batgirl. Then I’ll give you back your mask.”

Barbara almost choked as the man forcibly shoved his cock deeper into her mouth. She was dimly aware of Dr. Kinsey’s voice behind her. “You’d best do as he says Batgirl. If you pull away now, he’s going to get a good look at that pretty face of yours.”

Barbara gagged as the man began to face-fuck her.

“Just give him a Batgirl blow-job. Do him that favor and he promises not to look at you when he gives you back your mask. Nod if you understand.”

An almost imperceptible nod confirmed Barbara’s tacit agreement. She let the man slowly and firmly pull her face into his crotch. Dr. Kinsey smiled in amusement. ‘If Batgirl doesn’t want to kiss, Batgirl’s going to have to suck.’ She felt satisfied seeing the young heroine humiliated, on her knees, and forcibly giving one of the men a blow-job—it definitely made up for Batgirl not satisfying her a few months back.

Barbara suddenly dropped her hands to the ground to keep her balance. The second man had positioned himself behind Barbara and pulled her hips back, which had caused her to fall to all fours. The man who had taken her virginity was still clutching Barbara by her hair, and her lips were still firmly engulfing the man’s cock. As she continued to suck the man off, Barbara realized what was about to happen to her. Pushing apart her thighs, the second man began fucking Barbara from behind as she continued to give the first man his Batgirl blow-job. Ashamed as she was—as humiliating as this was—Barbara felt herself aroused by a man fucking her from behind while giving another man head!

‘How can I be enjoying any of this?!’

But she knew how: It was the corruption of the pristine and proper Batgirl that titillated her; it was the sexual satisfaction of bringing two men to climax at the same time; it was the unleashing of her dark desires.

The two men worked in perfect rhythm, pushing and pulling the helpless Barbara faster and faster. Stimulated and aroused, Barbara relaxed her muscles and swayed in sync with the two men. She started to feel herself cum—somehow the humiliation of the moment served as a sort of aphrodisiac. The more she debased herself, the more intense the climax. She began to use her tongue to further stimulate the man as she continued sucking him off. A dark part of her psyche wanted the man to cum in her mouth! In fact, she wanted both men to cum inside her simultaneously!

Barbara started shoving her hips back against the second man, trying to feel his cock deeper inside her pussy. But she was not about to ignore the man with his cock in her mouth. A gloved hand began caressing the man’s thigh and crotch as she sucked the man off.

Her efforts were not in vain. Barbara tasted the first man’s cum in her mouth as she felt the second man climaxing in her pussy. The man shoved Barbara’s head firmly against his crotch as his body shuddered, then he let go of her hair. She fell to the ground, gagging and spitting while trying to hide her face from the two men. Barbara felt the full humiliation of her debasement as she felt a wetness flowing from her crotch while trying to get rid of the taste of the first man. Her mask dropped beside her on the ground. Desperately, she grabbed it and swiftly pulled it back over her face. She had to cover herself! With her mask back on, Batgirl slowly she stumbled to her feet, still trying to spit the taste of the man’s cum out of her mouth. She looked at the two masked men who were watching her as she stood unsteadily on her feet. A sudden anger flared up in her.

“How dare you do that to me?!” Batgirl angrily shouted.

“You need to calm yourself Batgirl. This was your fault! You should have been strong enough to withstand the sexual distraction, but you let your mind lose its focus and your body lose its strength. You let yourself be unmasked by your own weakness,” Dr. Kinsey reprimanded her.

“But—

“No Batgirl,” interrupted Dr. Kinsey. “This is your own doing. And before you begin to whine about giving a blow-job, you need to understand the concept of reciprocation.”

Batgirl was irate and not about to accept Dr. Kinsey’s reproach.

“I’m Batgirl. I don’t give blow-jobs!”

Dr. Kinsey smirked. “Well…we can’t quite say that anymore, can we? Look at yourself Batgirl: you’re only wearing your mask, gloves and boots and you’re covered in sweat and cum! Pull yourself together!”

Batgirl angrily looked around for her costume. She had no clever retort, but a second later she had her pants and top in her hands and was streaking for the door in bitter humiliation.

“Batgirl, you can’t leave like—

“Don’t you dare tell me what I can and can’t do Dr. Kinsey! I’m done with you!”

Batgirl slammed the office door behind her. Then she quickly dressed in the hall and angrily stormed out of the building.

Back in the office, Dr. Kinsey smiled as she picked up Batgirl’s utility belt. The two masked men were still standing where they had taken Batgirl, waiting for Dr. Kinsey’s orders.

“Go ahead and use her cape to clean yourselves off, then leave it on my desk. We’re done for tonight.”

As the men cleaned themselves on Batgirl’s cape, Dr. Kinsey distracted herself by going through the various pockets and pouches in Batgirl’s utility belt. ‘I give her two weeks before she comes groveling back.’


* * *


Dr. Kinsey’s estimate was a bit off: it took a full month before the encrypted email from Batgirl requesting a session appeared in her inbox. Perhaps, had Dr. Kinsey known about the incident at the Fast and Easy, she would have instructed the men to avoid forcing Batgirl into oral sex. But Batgirl had never mentioned that incident. Though she was open about her other sexual exploits and mishaps, oral sex was something different: sex an enjoyable experience for her own thrills; oral sex was servicing someone else. Batgirl’s narcissism and self-absorbed nature made the act of oral sex completely unacceptable—Batgirl did not give blow jobs!

The heroine’s message made no reference to the last session, nor was there a trace of apology for the way she had stormed out of Dr. Kinsey’s office that night. Nonetheless, there was a sense of desperation and an appeal to Dr. Kinsey’s better nature to squeeze her in within the next few days.

Dr. Kinsey felt a trill of excitement as she scheduled the heroine’s session. During the time she had been treating Batgirl, she had become obsessed with the young heroine. As much as Batgirl reveled in Dr. Kinsey’s touch, Dr. Kinsey had become more and more aroused watching Batgirl squirm, squeal and sexually debase herself. She had nearly joined in when Batgirl was engaged in the threesome, and watching the one man forcibly making Batgirl suck his cock while on her knees was intensely arousing! The past month had been a long, long wait.

“I’m truly sorry Batgirl. I should have anticipated you might have such a reaction, especially considering that incident in the Midtown Repository. It makes sense now: that was your first time in a sexually compromised position, and that position involved a man—to put it bluntly—cumming all over your ass. I should have anticipated the incident may have created a powerful curiosity and subconscious desire for…how should I put it…giving that sexy ass of yours some attention. And after that last session,” Dr. Kinsey lowered her voice to strike a secretive tone, “I noticed you had a powerful desire to be ass-fucked.”

Batgirl looked down in embarrassment at those last couple words. They sounded so dirty! She squirmed on the couch.

Dr. Kinsey wanted Batgirl to acknowledge her previous session; it could not remain some unspoken awkwardness between them. She also planned to chide Batgirl for behaving like a spoiled little bitch. But she would wait a bit before pushing the heroine further; for now Dr. Kinsey would only press Batgirl into describing her newest sexual incident. She slid her chair closer to the couch, position herself close enough to place a comforting hand on Batgirl’s knee.

“We can discuss that desire of yours later, and I’ll help you resolve your mixed feelings about that desire. For now, let’s focus on what you referenced in your email. Tell me what happened, and don’t leave out any details—by now you should feel safe talking about any aspect of your experiences as Batgirl with me.”

So she began…


Batgirl had interceded in an armed robbery at a small downtown market. The two men seemed like complete out-of-towners: they must have had no clue who she was (which really irritated her), or clearly they would not be committing an armed robbery in Gotham! Unfortunately, she had forgotten to anticipate that there might have been a third man involved in the hold-up; she had been growing accustomed to the two-person robberies and, with her consistent success, had become complacent and a bit overconfident—even a bit out of practice due to the decrease in criminal activity.

When the third man cold-cocked her from behind, she went down hard! Groggy, two of the men pulled her to her feet and held her arms as the third man leveled a beating on Batgirl she had never experienced! But when a police car came flying down the road and the men instinctively stopped what they were doing, Batgirl broke loose and administered her own ass-kicking. The men weren’t physically impressive, and with her background in martial arts and gymnastics, Batgirl moved skillfully within the confined space and soon had the men down for the count. With the three incapacitated, she went over to check on the unconscious clerk. His pulse was weak but steady. Then Batgirl took inventory of herself: She was sore and a bit battered, and a part of her costume was torn—her left hip was exposed by the tear in her pants! Batgirl was pissed. She stood over the man who had given her the worst of the beating and began to taunt him.

“Some tough guy. You just got your ass handed to you by a woman. How does it feel asshole?!”

“You’re the…luckiest bitch…that cop car hadn’t passed by…”

“Yeah, you think you would have stood a chance against the Batgirl?”

“If they hadn’t come by…we’d be fucking you up the ass by now.”

“Oh you would?” Batgirl straddled the man. “You mean this ass?” She almost sat on the man’s face. And doing so, Batgirl suddenly felt an intense desire building inside her. The adrenaline from the fight bringing out one of her darkest desires.

“I doubt you could even come close, in the condition you’re in,” teased the heroine. She reached back and cupped the man’s crotch. “Doesn’t look like you can even get up, let along get it up.”

The man mumbled something into the tight latex covering Batgirl’s crotch the heroine was pressing against the man’s face. The movement of the man’s mouth against the material served to further arouse Batgirl.

“Sorry, I can’t hear what you’re saying. How about speaking up a bit?”

As the man proceeded to curse out Batgirl into the heroine’s crotch, and while Batgirl smirked as the man’s muffled words served to further arouse her, the other two men began to regain their bearings. Had Batgirl noticed the two men rousing themselves before the third man caught site of his compatriots, she might have used some good old superheroine common sense and avoided the temptation to gloat.

“Ow!” Batgirl howled in pain! The man whose face she had shoved in her crotch had bitten her! She rolled over and squirmed out of the man’s bite. Gripping her crotch in real pain, she moaned on the floor as the three men regained their composure.

Batgirl felt herself lifted off the ground by her cape. But before she could regain her bearings, a firm knee to her sensitive crotch caused stars to flash before her eyes. Those eyes were immediately closed by a harsh slap across her face, followed by a hard punch to her stomach. Her head slammed to one side from a vicious cross to her left temple. Batgirl was barely conscious—she would have dropped to the floor had not one of the men still been holding her up by her cape.

“Guess you ain’t so lucky after all.”

Batgirl endured a few seconds longer before she completely lost consciousness. Beaten and battered, Batgirl’s body was dropped to the floor.

“Let’s get outta here!” urged one of the men.

The second man was moving to the door, but the third man—the one whom Batgirl had been taunting—had other plans. “You guys seriously going to pass this up?” he asked as he squatted down beside the helpless heroine. “You’ve got Batgirl completely helpless, and you’re just going to leave?!”

The two men looked at each other, then down at Batgirl where the third man was rolling her onto her back. Ironically, it would have been better for Batgirl had these men actually been out-of-towners as they might have simply made their escape after incapacitating the heroine.

“She’s out cold. You’re telling me you don’t want to have a little piece of Batgirl’s ass? This bitch has been fucking with our crew for years; now it's time to fuck her! Let's get some payback! Now help me drag Batbitch behind that aisle.”

Batgirl was dragged to the back of the market. The men looked down at the prone superheroine as the third man reached down and unbuckled her utility belt. Tossing it aside, he pulled at the hole in Batgirl’s costume. The tear by her hip expanded, revealing both Batgirl’s sexy body and her lack of shame—the heroine was wearing no underwear. Wrenching and pulling, the man tore back enough of Batgirl’s latex costume to reveal her entire crotch. He was already hard before he could unzip his pants, and he almost climaxed as he smoothly pushed his cock into Batgirl’s exposed pussy.

The two men stared in stunned silence. It was a surreal moment. Batgirl’s unconscious body gently slid on the floor as she was slowly fucked. As much as the man wanted to extend the moment, he felt himself already climaxing. Gripping Batgirl’s shoulders, he pressed himself firmly against her body and thrust his hips against hers. Then he released himself inside Batgirl.

The man lay on top of Batgirl for a minute. Then he rolled off the disgraced superheroine. “Shame she wasn’t able to enjoy that as much as I did,” he smiled as he zipped up his pants. “Either one of you two wanna give it to Batgirl?”

Neither man could resist. Despite being beaten and unconscious, Batgirl still looked stunningly sexy. And the chance to sex up Batgirl was not one either man intended to pass up. While one man straddled Batgirl’s face and fondled her breasts, the other man straddled Batgirl’s hips and fucked her pussy. The third man took out his phone and proceeded to record the experience on his smartphone.

The second man soon climaxed—looking at the sexy superheroine and feeling himself inside her was too arousing for any attempt at endurance—and rolled off of Batgirl.

“My turn,” said the first man. He flipped Batgirl onto her stomach. Grabbing ahold of the torn latex dangling just below Batgirl’s crotch, he yanked it down. A gaping tear revealed Batgirl’s firm muscular thighs and more of her curvaceous ass.

“You two may be the first to fuck Batgirl’s pussy, but I’ll be the first to give it to her up the ass!”

This proved to be a bad idea. Being fucked in the ass was an intense sensation for Batgirl. In fact, it was so intense that it caused her to regain consciousness. As the man was thrusting himself forcefully into Batgirl ass, no one noticed the heroine coming to. And as the man was panting and moaning in deep pleasure, no one heard the heroine moaning and groaning.

What followed was a validation of Dr. Kinsey’s sexual training. Batgirl shook off the effects of her beating. And though her body was giving in to the man and beginning to climax, Batgirl was able to resist the urge to let her body cum. In mid thrust, Batgirl drove a sharp elbow into the man’s face, smashing his nose. Batgirl felt the man pull out of her ass as he fell back and writhed on the floor in excruciating pain.

The two other men stumbled to their feet.

“Oh damn! She looks pissed!”

Batgirl was more than pissed. But as she began to move towards the two backpedaling deviants and mete out some intense punishment, Batgirl tripped—her torn pants were down around her knees, which caused her to stumble and fall to the ground. This was the break the two men needed: they bolted for the door. Before Batgirl could tear off her pants, the two were in their car and speeding away from the market.

Regrettably for the third man and all of Batgirl’s fanboys, in his haste to escape the man had dropped his smartphone. Batgirl picked it up. It was still in record mode. She did not need to watch the video to know what the man had recorded. She picked up her utility belt, buckled it, and placed the phone in one of the pouches. Then she turned to the man with the broken nose.

“I hope you have health insurance, because you’re going to need it by the time I’m done with you!”

Batgirl was raging; humiliation had yet to set in. Though the man would accept the trade-off of the beat down of his life for the fuck of his life, it turned out to be a fairly even trade. Batgirl left him beaten, broken and unconscious for the police to find after she called in the burglary.

It was only once she was preparing the Batcycle for her ride home that her anger changed to humiliation. Batgirl was naked from her waist down to her knee-high boots! Though her utility belt provided some cover, any bystander could see Batgirl had lost a good portion of her costume. Taking the least populated streets back to her apartment, Batgirl was able to make it home with only a few stunned late-night witnesses. Yet despite the utter humiliation at the market and the embarrassment of the drive home, Batgirl still found herself aroused by the sensation of her exposed crotch on her motorcycle’s seat. It was so arousing that she climaxed on the way home and had to wipe her cum off the bike seat once she arrived back at her apartment. Then she popped two of Dr. Kinsey’s pills before stepping in the shower to clean off the night’s sex.


“…and that’s what happened. Why am I getting so turned on when I’m in such humiliating situations?! I thought you were supposed to help rid me of these urges!”

Dr. Kinsey leaned forwarding her chair and gently placed her hand on Batgirl’s. “This is a different circumstance for you. Do you recall how you first came to me having trouble maintaining your focus in a fight? When was the last time you were distracted in combat?”

Batgirl had to acknowledge she could not remember the last time she had lost focus in a fight. Her mind flashed back to Sugar Bear’s advances on her, and his subsequent beatdown once she regained her strength. Her younger self would have melted in his hands, letting him have his way with her.

Batgirl’s silence answered Dr. Kinsey’s questions. Dr. Kinsey released Batgirl’s hand and sat back in her chair. She waited for Batgirl to make eye-contact with her, then she continued.

“The reason you become aroused in those humiliating situations is because you have established your ethos as Batgirl during the past 14 months. When you started as Batgirl, you were little more than a rumor. But since then, you have established yourself as a significant force against crime, as well as a strong sex symbol. The contrast between standing for justice and morality while exuding sex appeal and femininity has created the subconscious desire to allow yourself to become corrupted. The is known as ‘l’appel du vide’, a term first coined by the French, which translates to ’The Call of the Void’. There is a pull in all of us to give in to the opposing base urges we keep submerged deep in our subconscious. Those base urges are the opposing forces to our conscious desire to become our higher self.”

“So you’re saying I am actually trying to humiliate myself?!” asked the incredulous heroine.

“Yes and no. Obviously your conscious self would never want to experience such humiliation. But within our subconscious is a desire to sabotage our efforts to become our higher self. Your subconscious knows how hard it is to maintain the pristine image of Batgirl. It wants to sabotage your efforts in order to ease the pressure you place on yourself. This is a naturally occurring phenomenon in all of us. But whereas the Call of the Void for most people puts them in embarrassing situations or causes them to procrastinate a project, yours has some dire ramifications.

“Unfortunately, your subconscious cannot rationally assess the danger in which it places you. What we will need to do is alter or adjust your Void. We need to redefine your base urges within your subconscious.”

“But why would my mind—anyone’s mind—have such a fatal weakness?” asked Batgirl. She was following Dr. Kinsey’s description of the Call of the Void, but the concept seemed illogical—there was no way her conscious mind was leading her to be aroused by humiliating circumstances; why would her subconscious let this happen?

Dr. Kinsey could see Batgirl’s confusion. “Your subconscious urge to be humiliated affirms your conscious desire to present a pristine image. The Call of the Void would typically be countered by your rational mind. Unfortunately, unlike most people whose ideation connects to various potentially fatal situations, your ideation connects to sexual humiliation. As your libido has an almost overpowering hold over you, the sexual gratification that comes with your humiliation has led to your Call of the Void combining the two aspects into the enthralling force you’ve been having difficulty controlling.”

“So how do I get rid of this…Void?”

“You cannot ‘get rid of your Void’. You have to recalibrate it. One cannot eliminate the Void, but one can alter it. For example, a person with a fear of heights can use mental therapy to alter their subconscious impulse to step off a ledge or cliff to a subconscious impulse to swim out into the ocean. This therapy would help overcome their debilitating fear of heights and render the fear into a mild anxiety instead.”

“Okay,” said Batgirl. “How do we go about altering my Void?”

Dr. Kinsey looked Batgirl directly in her eyes. “Do you trust me Batgirl?”

“Implicitly!”

“Okay. Will you to be completely honest with me?”

“Aren’t I always?” asked Batgirl.

Dr. Kinsey’s next question startled Batgirl.

“How attracted are you to Supergirl?”

“Wha—

“Don’t stall. Answer me directly. Don’t think, just tell me.”

Batgirl blinked as she tried to answer Dr. Kinsey’s question. There was something captivating about the Girl of Steel! Despite Supergirl’s arrogance and self-righteousness, her lore and her looks were on par with no other superheroine. Over the recent weeks since she had actually begun to spend time in-person with Supergirl, Batgirl had become infatuated to the point of near obsession with her. But how did Dr. Kinsey know about her feeling for Supergirl?!

“I…I am a bit attracted to her…” Batgirl stuttered as her voice trailed off.

Dr. Kinsey had anticipated Batgirl would downplay her feelings for the Girl of Steel. She was already well aware of Batgirl’s infatuation. Having probed deep into Batgirl’s subconscious, Dr. Kinsey had uncovered several intriguing facets of the heroine. Her lust for Supergirl was one of them. The time had come to use that lust.

“We can use that,” Dr. Kinsey broke the awkward silence. “What I want to do is supplant your urge for sexual humiliation with an urge that cannot affect you. But it has to be a powerful yet unattainable urge. As you have an attraction for Supergirl, I want to intensify that attraction to the point where your Void of humiliating yourself sexually connects to a sexual desire for Supergirl instead of any type of sexual desire.”

Batgirl leaned back on the couch and tried to make sense of what Dr. Kinsey had said.

“So what you’re saying is…you want me to develop a…a crush on Supergirl?”

Dr. Kinsey sighed. “Let’s be honest Batgirl, I think you’ve already got a crush on her. We just need to intensify it.”
Supergirl started to protest, but the look on Dr. Kinsey’s face told her she was well aware of the feelings she had begun harboring for Supergirl. “So what happens if…um…if we…you know…hook up?”

Dr. Kinsey smiled at Batgirl as she prepared to push the heroine towards her new Void. But she would have to do it in a slightly indirect manner.

“You think Supergirl may have a thing for you?” Dr. Kinsey asked in an intentionally informal tone in order to have Batgirl respond more naturally than she might if the question was posed in a clinical manner.

The question did not seem quite as inquisitive as Batgirl would have liked. Dr. Kinsey seemed to be doubting Supergirl would find her attractive! Granted, Supergirl was the hottest superheroine out there, but Barbara Gordon as Batgirl was one sexy bitch! Whether or not Supergirl liked women, she would have to feel something for her!

“I think we can be confident in saying that Supergirl may have a little thing for Batgirl,” she said with a smirk.

Dr. Kinsey nodded. Batgirl’s ego was so easy to manipulate.

“Good. Then we can start the therapeutic process.”

Dr. Kinsey proceeded to have Batgirl open up about her feelings for Supergirl over the remaining 15 minutes of the night’s session. As Batgirl described Supergirl to her, Dr. Kinsey noticed Batgirl’s nipples pressing against her skintight costume. ‘This may be easier than I anticipated,’ Dr. Kinsey thought to herself. By the end of the session, Batgirl was talking to Dr. Kinsey as if they were two teens playing a game of “Truth or Dare” at a Saturday night sleepover—she describing Supergirl as a wide-eyed fan girl and Dr. Kinsey prodding her on as a supportive friend.

Dr. Kinsey allowed the session to reach a conclusion on its own—she opted not to stop at the usual time in order to maintain the illusion of the lighthearted late-night conversation between girlfriends. Allowing Batgirl to notice the late hour and bring about the end of the conversation supported the notion she was having a heart-to-heart with a friend and not giving Dr. Kinsey valuable insight into her weakness for the Girl of Steel. As Batgirl rode her batcycle home, she felt a sense of intrigue and excitement in thinking about her next rendezvous with Supergirl—Eva’s support was inspiring Batgirl to take the chance of trying to flirt with the redoubtable yet spellbinding superheroine.
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Updated the story a with a bit more. Feedback and suggestions are always appreciated--critical or otherwise. I have more and am editing and adding to it.
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Excellent start!
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fantastic! can't wait for more!
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Added a second portion to the story--it is added to the initial portion (figured this way it's all in one window and easier to read for new readers). Feel free to point out any grammar issues, or suggestions in regard to either the style or what else may be added to the story. I have an overall idea and several more pages in the process of writing, but feedback is always welcome and appreciated.
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Added a third section to the story.
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* * *


Riding her motorcycle to her midnight session, Batgirl felt a thrill of excitement—It was erotic wearing her Batgirl costume with no underwear. There was something arousing in feeling her naked crotch press up against the cool skintight fabric; there was also the risqué element of having nothing on beneath.

‘If those guys only knew Batgirl wasn’t wearing any underwear,’ she thought to herself as she passed by a group of men stumbling out of a bar. What if she suddenly had to jump into action tonight and her costume ripped in the wrong place? Enhanced by those thoughts, the subtle vibrations from the motorcycle’s engine created a sensual pleasure for the heroine that would soon be exploited.

When she walked into the office, she noticed Dr. Kinsey had the lights already dimmed. Batgirl could sense the night’s session had some new element to it: Dr. Kinsey was wearing a tight black leather mini-skirt and a form-fitting shirt, but it was the thigh-high boots that drew Batgirl’s attention.

“I hope you remembered my request of you.” Dr. Kinsey spoke in a soft voice, softer than usual. She walked slowly towards Batgirl. She could sense Batgirl’s apprehension, but she knew the apprehension had a tinge of excitement and titillation. The two stood feet apart in the middle of the room in awkward silence. Batgirl reflexively licked her lips. Dr. Kinsey smiled, she knew the young heroine was willing to give herself to her now.

“Let’s start by removing this.” Doctor Kinsey slowly unbuckled Batgirl’s utility belt. It fell to the ground with a light thud. she then tugged at the top of Batgirl’s pants, pulled it aside and allowed her other hand to slip beneath. “You remembered,” whispered the psychologist as her hand slipped unencumbered down Batgirl’s pants to her crotch.

“Dr. Kinsey! I…I don’t know about this…”

The psychologist let go of the young heroine and stepped back.

“Stop it Batgirl! You need to be honest about who you are. Think about it: you call yourself ‘Batgirl, yet I would guess you’re at least nineteen years old. Why do you think you use the word ‘girl’ instead of ‘woman’? You want to present a chaste and innocent face to the word. Yet look at yourself.” She pointed to the wall mirror and half-turned Batgirl to face her image. “You wear a skin-tight latex outfit, and what can best be described as ‘fuck-me boots’, to fight crime?! You’re clearly aware of how you look, and based on your urges and desires you have some strong womanly needs.”

Batgirl looked at herself in the mirror. There was a lot of truth to what she said. Yet still she hesitated…

“Think about why you hesitate Batgirl. I can see it isn’t from a lack of desire. You want to be touched—you like to be touched. When I just caressed you last week, you admitted to feeling a lustful desire. You hesitate because you feel you need to, you feel improper. Let those restrictions go Batgirl. Free yourself from whatever puritanical strictures are holding you back! Just tell me what you want.”

Batgirl trembled.

“If you don’t tell me what you want, you won’t get what you need."

“I want you to help me,” murmured Batgirl.

She took hold of Dr. Kinsey’s hand and pulled it towards her. Then she leaned back to allow her psychologist more room to maneuver. She shuddered when she felt her cool latex pants pulled back and Doctor Kinsey’s fingers press against her womanhood, and a sharp moan escaped her lips when a finger pressed into her, penetrating her. Though she had planned to focus all her will on being cold and analytical—after all, this was a psychologist helping her with a mental issue—Batgirl just did not have it in her to control herself. As Dr. Kinsey’s fingers slipped deep inside her, Batgirl’s legs almost gave way and she immediately became wet. A gentle moan escaped her lips as she leaned further back and spread her legs to allow Doctor Kinsey easier access to her. As Batgirl felt Kinsey’s fingers pressing and probing deeper inside her, Batgirl’s body was already beginning to climax. “Oh doctor!” she gasped as she felt a wetness begin to slowly drip down her thighs. She grabbed ahold of the doctor’s hand and tried to press the doctor’s fingers deeper inside her.

Doctor Kinsey’s other hand suddenly slapped Batgirl across the face!

“Batgirl! Pull yourself together!”

“Wha—”

“I am not here to give you an orgasm Batgirl! This is a psychological treatment, not some sort of hook-up session! Pull yourself together!”

Batgirl was stunned and ashamed! She was having trouble understanding what was going on. Doctor Kinsey had been so good, she had completely let herself go.

“No! I need this!” Batgirl kept a firm grip on the hand between her thighs. Grinding hard against Dr. Kinsey’s hand, the heroine was moving quickly towards climaxing.

“Don’t you dare cum Batgirl!” shouted Dr. Kinsey. But her order was completely disregarded. And she could not break her hand loose from Batgirl’s firm grip. Try as she might, she could not pull herself away from the heroine. Batgirl was bucking against her hand, then her body suddenly went taut. A wetness covered Dr. Kinsey’s hand and she felt Batgirl’s grip loosen. She yanked her hand away, looking in disgust at her wet fingers.

“This is completely unacceptable Batgirl!” Dr. Kinsey was irate.

Now that she had cum, Batgirl started to regain her senses. Hadn’t Dr. Kinsey been giving her clear signals? And how could she not want the Batgirl?! Dr. Kinsey should be honored by the chance to touch her! It was a privilege; who else could say they had fingered Batgirl?

Before the heroine could let her ego distract her from her compromising actions, Dr. Kinsey asserted her dominance.

“Look at yourself Batgirl!”

Batgirl caught sight of herself in the office mirror. She looked quite the sight: pants around her ankles, body covered in sweat and cum, hair completely disheveled and her mask slightly askew.

“You completely lost control of yourself! And how dare you take advantage of me as you did?!” Dr. Kinsey continued to reprimand the young heroine. “You could be accused of sexually assaulting me Batgirl! I did not give you permission to use me as you did.”

The severity of the situation was starting to set in.

“I’m so sorry Dr. Kinsey! I…I was just so turned on by you. And I thought…” her voice trailed off.

“And didn’t I tell you not to cum? Your discipline is severely lacking Batgirl.”

Batgirl looked down. When it came to her sexual urges, she know she lacked self-control.

“I’m going to give you an opportunity to redeem yourself. But I need you to understand that you must comply with anything I tell you. Do you agree to those terms?”

The heroine nodded.

“This is what I was afraid of Batgirl. You’ve let yourself become completely vulnerable. All I have to do is give you a little sexual attention and I own you. Think about what might happen if I was an actual villain and not trying to help you!”

Batgirl was still confused. Dr. Kinsey seemed to be into her, both metaphorically and—a few second ago—literally. What had happened? How did she misread the situation so terribly?

Becoming more self-conscious, Batgirl reached down and pulled up her pants. Standing up, she stumbled backwards and almost fell over the couch. Dropping into it, she sat back and stared up at Dr. Kinsey, who was standing directly in front of her.

“First off, I will decide when you get to orgasm Batgirl. This is therapy, not a fun Friday night in the dorms. Second, you need to ask me for it. You don’t get to use my hand to finger-fuck yourself.”

Batgirl blushed in embarrassment. Dr. Kinsey could see through Batgirl’s posture and reddening face that her comments had him home. The heroine’s shame was a strategy Dr. Kinsey was about to exploit.

“And third, you need to remember that I am in charge. When I tell you to do something, you need to comply.”

Thinking about Dr. Kinsey’s comment about sexual assault and feeling the doctor’s frustration with her, Batgirl was eager to please. She nodded vigorously, hoping the doctor could sense how much she wanted to atone for her actions.
Dr. Kinsey seemed to accept Batgirl’s contrition.

“Okay, then let’s start with a little exercise to see if you’re truly remorseful for having taken advantage of me.”

“I am Dr. Kinsey. I swear I am!”

“Then let’s start by having you stand over there,” Dr. Kinsey pointed to the area in front of her desk. Stand just beneath the overhead light and face me.”

Batgirl complied.

“Remove your gloves and place them on my desk.”

She did so, then turned back to the doctor.

“Now take off your top.”

Batgirl blinked. Had she heard right? Was the doctor asking her to take off her top?!

“You said you were ready to do as I say. Now take off your top,” ordered Dr. Kinsey.
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Slowly, Batgirl began to strip. Pulling off her top, she placed it on the desk and looked back at Dr. Kinsey, who was now sitting on the couch.

“Stand with your hands on your hips. Stop trying to cover your chest Batgirl.”

Hands on hips, Batgirl stood beneath the light and wondered what Dr. Kinsey was up to.

“Now do a full turn for me Batgirl. But turn around slowly.”

She did so. Facing Dr. Kinsey once again, Batgirl felt herself beginning to sweat beneath the light. She wondered how she could feel so self-conscious when earlier that night she was completely okay having Dr. Kinsey fingering her.
“Now take off your pants Batgirl.”

Batgirl bit her lip. She was about to ask Dr. Kinsey if she really had to take them off, but the look on the doctor’s face dashed the impulse. Slowly, she reached down to the top of her pants and began to tug them down. Once they were off, Batgirl felt a sudden chill. She held her costume against her chest, hoping Dr. Kinsey would be okay with that. She most definitely was not.
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“Put you pants on the desk Batgirl.”

“I just feel really self-conscious,” she protested.

“How do you think I felt when you used me for your own sexual gratification? You don’t think that was humiliating for me? I’m a doctor, and you made me into your own private fuck toy!”

The comment struck home. Batgirl placed her pants on Dr. Kinsey’s desk. Then she turned to face the doctor. Wearing only her mask and her boots, she stood facing her psychologist. Dr. Kinsey had to admit to herself, the heroine looked absolutely stunning. Her tight bodies and sensuous curves were quite distracting.

“Now walk over to me,” ordered Dr. Kinsey.

The exposed heroine walked over to where Dr. Kinsey stood by the couch.

“What we need to do is remove the stigma of what you did to me Batgirl.”

Batgirl certainly wanted that. She could not believe she had sexually molested Dr. Kinsey!

“In order to do that, we need overlap that memory with a more powerful one. And in doing so, we need to create a scenario in which you received permission from me to climax. This scenario needs to be one of mutual agreement.”

“How do we do that?” asked Batgirl.

“Like this.”

Dr. Kinsey gently pushed Batgirl down onto the couch.

“Now let your body relax.”

Batgirl lay back on the couch and closed her eyes. She felt a warmth over her naked body as Dr. Kinsey straddled her on the couch. A trill of excitement flooded Batgirl’s body as she felt the psychologist’s lips touch hers. Hands caressed her thighs. Batgirl’s lips welcomed hers. Their lips locked and Batgirl felt all her self-consciousness and shame and humiliation fall away. She pulled the woman tightly against her body.
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Batgirl is so vulnerable. This therapist really shows another side of her!
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Though Batgirl was willing to give in—and was certainly enjoying—Dr. Kinsey’s sexual attention, the heroine was not adept at returning the favor. She felt so liberated in being practically naked—the boots and mask were the only vestige of the heroine; Batgirl was now merely a young woman enjoying the thralls of sexual gratification. Yet in those grip of lust, Batgirl was not paying adequate attention to the woman pleasuring her.

“Oohhh,” Batgirl moaned as she came for a third time as Dr. Kinsey’s fingers conducted a finally orchestrated performance on the heroine. The massaging, rubbing, probing and penetrating gave Batgirl what she wanted and she fell to her knees as she climaxed.

Batgirl then felt herself grabbed by her mask and pulled towards Dr. Kinsey’s crotch!

“Kiss me Batgirl,” whispered the doctor.

Batgirl was confused. How was she supposed to kiss her when her head was being gradually pulled up between the doctor’s thighs? She tried to pull her head away, but Dr. Kinsey’s grip was firm and pushed her up against her crotch. Batgirl could sense the heat and wetness beneath the thin silk material covering Dr. Kinsey’s womanhood. She suddenly realized what Dr. Kinsey wanted and she tried pulling away.

“Kiss me,” ordered Dr. Kinsey.

What ensued was an awkward and highly unsatisfying experience for both women. Batgirl let Dr. Kinsey drive her crotch into her face as she halfheartedly kissed the thin fabric covering the doctor’s pussy. And when Dr. Kinsey pulled aside her silk panties, Batgirl pulled back.

“I…I’m not ready to…” Batgirl’s voice pathetically trailed off. She was both embarrassed and bothered: she was embarrassed for frustrating Dr. Kinsey and she was bothered at the thought of herself—Batgirl—having her head shoved up a woman’s crotch and being ordered to give the woman oral sex.

Dr. Kinsey thought about using the moment to chastise the heroine for being both selfish and not reciprocating. But a better thought replaced it and she quietly let Batgirl slip out from between her legs. ‘If she doesn’t want to kiss, I guess I’ll just have to make her suck.’ Dr. Kinsey let the awkward silence envelop the office as Batgirl quickly picked up her costume from the desk and began to dress, doing her best to avoid Dr. Kinsey’s gaze.

“I…I’m sorry. I’ll get going now…” Batgirl muttered as she pulled on her boots. She stood up and quickly made her way to the door.

“Don’t forget your belt Batgirl.” Dr. Kinsey picked up the utility belt and tossed it to the heroine. But just before Batgirl walked out, Dr. Kinsey called to her.

“We can try this again next week if you’re willing to follow my directions. I know you’re confused right now but you are making progress, slow as it is.”

“Okay,” muttered Bargirl as she walked out.

It was a long ride back to her apartment.

* * *

“Your next breakthrough is going to be more of a paradigm shift. We need to discuss your attitude regarding sex.”

“What about my attitude?” Batgirl asked in a defensive manner.

Batgirl had been mulling over the previous session. It had been humiliating being treated like some petulant teen begging for sex. She was Batgirl! How dare Dr. Kinsey treat her in such a demeaning manner! And having her head shoved into Dr. Kinsey's crotch?! Yet at the same time, Batgirl could not stop thinking about how good it felt to be almost completely exposed and having Dr. Kinsey's hands all over her naked body...

Dr. Kinsey had anticipated Batgirl’s frustrations and was already moving to soothe the disgruntled heroine.

“Look Batgirl, you need to accept that you are the professional out on the streets, but in here you need to understand I’m the expert. I know this is hard for you Batgirl. You should be proud of yourself for taking a significant step in self-improvement. A lesser heroine would not be willing to humble herself and seek out help. And considering all you do for this city, being able to assist you in your crimefighting is the least I can do.

“In order for you to gain greater control over yourself out there,” Dr. Kinsey gestured towards the frosted window pane through which a glow from the streetlight gave the office a calming aura, “you need to give up control in here. Lie back on the couch and make yourself comfortable Batgirl.”

The compliment had the desired effect on Batgirl. Her irritation was replaced with self-satisfaction. A lesser heroine certainly would not have had the courage to do as she had done. She sat back in the couch and waited for Dr. Kinsey to continue.

“You need to relax about sex. It has too much control over you. What we need to do is mitigate its effect on you.”

“How do we do that?”

“I’ll tell you, but I need you to trust me Batgirl. Do you trust that I have your best interests in mind?”

“I do,” Batgirl nodded.

“And you’ll comply with my treatments?”

Batgirl nodded again.

“I need you to say it Batgirl.”

“I will comply with your treatments Dr. Kinsey.”

Batgirl’s answer satisfied Dr. Kinsey. She took a deep breath. “In the simplest of terms, we need to get you fucked Batgirl.”

Batgirl was completely taken aback. It was an amazingly crass and crude comment, and an even more crass and crude suggestion! But Dr. Kinsey had anticipated Batgirl’s reaction well beforehand.

“I know, you’re wondering how an educated and sophisticated psychologist could suggest such a crass and basic solution. The fact is, you need to debase yourself Batgirl. You need to reduce sex to, for lack of a better term, a good fuck. This will lessen the intensity of your urges while simultaneously satisfying your needs.”

“But…wouldn’t that make me a…a slut?”

“Stop thinking in such arcane terms Batgirl. You clearly need to address your sexual repression. As I’ve told you, I’m also licensed in sex therapy. I can help see you through this, but you need to stop being so uptight and conservative in your thinking.”

“So what you’re saying is…I need to have sex in order to avoid having my sexuality be a liability?”

“Precisely. As we discussed earlier, we need to reduce the significance and impact of sex on you in order for you to remain focused during times of duress. And we certainly can’t have you lose control or perspective the moment some criminal should grab your breasts or cup your crotch. At this point, when you’re in the heat of combat and full of adrenaline, a criminal need only touch one of your sensual body parts and you’ll be spreading your legs for him—you’ll be writhing on all fours hoping for a criminal to put his hands all over you, rubbing your body and fingering you through that tight latex outfit of yours.”

Batgirl blushed at the mental image Dr. Kinsey was creating in her mind, partly because she was a bit turned on at the thought of it. Dr. Kinsey could sense Batgirl’s arousal as she continued describing a helpless Batgirl being manhandled by a common criminal. At the point she could see Batgirl’s nipples practically piercing her latex top, Dr. Kinsey left the theoretical Batgirl soaked in her own sweat and cum and turned to the actual Batgirl reclining on the couch and glistening in the dim light. The heroine was properly primed to take the next step.

“Now, tell me what you want Batgirl.”

“I want you to help me,” Batgirl eagerly requested. The bitterness Batgirl had felt upon entering the room had completely disappeared, replaced with a lustful enthusiasm.

Dr. Kinsey shook her head. “You disappoint me Batgirl. I thought you picked up on the issue from our last session, but it seems I’m going to have to explicitly spell it out for you. You’re being intentionally vague. Specify what you want. Until you’re willing to vocalize what you want, I can’t help you.”

Batgirl began to understand what Dr. Kinsey was asking of her.

“You don’t get to let things happen in a passive way. You need to take charge. Now tell me what you want!”
Batgirl licked her lips. She found herself fantasizing at the thought of what almost happened during their last session. Was that why Dr. Kinsey had chosen to wear such a short yet tight mini-skirt? And those boots—they looked professional, but not in the sense of office-professional.

Dr. Kinsey repeated the question one more time. She seemed to be almost cooing the question, urging Batgirl to say what Dr. Kinsey knew she wanted to say.

“I need you to say it Batgirl,” ordered Dr. Kinsey.

Batgirl hesitated. It was so wrong, she knew that. Yet despite telling herself that Dr. Kinsey was a trained psychologist and was clearly trying to help her out, the truth was that something else was prompting her to say those words. An urge, a desire, a lust deep within her that had been forced to be dormant for years was finally breaking through. And she wanted to finally satisfy those urges. Her mouth opened.

“Please…touch me,” she whispered.

Dr. Kinsey smiled and stood up. She slowly moved over to where Batgirl sat sweating in anticipation.

“I want you to beg for it Batgirl. Get on a knee and ask. Then you shall have what you ask for.”

Batgirl took a knee and looked up at Dr. Kinsey. “Touch me Dr. Kinsey.”
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Added another section, both in the original story to have a complete version and above (for those who have already read what has previously been posted).
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Will be adding a new section later this week. Thinking about blending the psychology sessions with crime fighting issues.
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The doctor certainly has Batgirl dancing to her tune, nice work! I am glad you took on my other advice too, things look much better!
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so hot!! I know another Dr. that is really enjoying this...a lot..
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“Stand up Batgirl.”

The heroine stood up. She inhaled deeply as Dr. Kinsey reached down to Batgirl’s utility belt, unbuckled it and let it fall to the floor. She almost moaned as Dr. Kinsey’s hand moved up her thigh and caressed her crotch. She almost gasped when Dr. Kinsey’s firmly cupped her crotch. Then she felt a finger tickling her clitoris and her legs almost buckled.

“Let it happen Batgirl. Just relax and allow yourself to accept this pleasure. Now that you’re willing to ask for it, I can give it to you.”

Batgirl felt herself relaxing even as the anticipation of Dr. Kinsey’s “therapy” built inside of her.

“Now…let’s see if I can find where to gain access to Batgirl’s womanhood,” whispered Dr. Kinsey in an enticing voice. Her hands slowly felt about Batgirl’s hips until she found where

Batgirl’s skin-tight pants blended with her skin-tight top. One hand slipped down and around the side of the tight latex pants, cupped one of Batgirl’s firm butt-cheeks and gave it a hard squeeze. This distracted Batgirl enough that she missed Dr. Kinsey’s other hand pulling down the front of her pants, exposing Batgirl throbbing womanhood!

“I’m glad you remembered my instructions not to have on any underwear. Now…let’s really get that pussy of yours wet.”

The doctor’s hand cupped Batgirl’s crotch and began slowly rubbing and massaging her. Her legs shuddered. A warmth flowed from Batgirl’s pussy and a moan of pleasure came from Batgirl’s lips.

“Tell me again what you want Batgirl,” Dr. Kinsey seductively cooed in Batgirl’s ear. It was time to push Batgirl further towards the sexual abyss. There was no hesitation from the heroine.

“Finger me! Make me cum!”

Dr. Kinsey pressed two fingers deep inside Batgirl. The heroine swooned. The room began to spin and she felt herself in a blissful daze. Her eyes locked on Dr. Kinsey. Her lips opened and she pulled the doctor firmly against her and kissed her passionately. Their lips locked as the two embraced. As she firmly kissed her, Batgirl spread her legs to allow Dr. Kinsey’s fingers to enter her more deeply. The combination of the intense kissing and the deep fingering built up to the most intense climax Batgirl had ever experienced. Gripping Batgirl’s exposed ass, Dr. Kinsey pressed her fingers one final time deeply into the young heroine. She felt Batgirl tremble, then cum. A moan of pure ecstasy escaped the heroine’s mouth and she fell backwards onto the couch.

“Oh…my…god!” Batgirl panted into a pillow as she lay across the couch in sexual euphoria. “That was amazing!”

Dr. Kinsey looked at the exhausted and defenseless heroine. It was quite a site: Batgirl, with her pants around her boots and her hair disheveled, bare-assed and splayed out on her couch in a state of semi-consciousness. She smiled. Batgirl’s progress was better than she anticipated. It was just a matter of time…



It took a full five minutes for Batgirl to fully regain her senses. She finally rolled over on the couch and pulled her pants back up. Strangely enough, she felt no sense of embarrassment—she was not in the least way self-conscious. ‘Dr. Kinsey’s sessions are working!’

When she finally got to her feet, Dr. Kinsey was settled in at her desk and had her calendar out. “Shall we set something up for next week Batgirl?”

Batgirl hesitated. It was only Tuesday! She could not wait a full week. “Um…would you be able to squeeze me in Thursday? Or Friday? Either day works for me.”

Had Batgirl not been so eager to set up the session and less distracted by the sense of sexual satisfaction, she might have caught it. But as it was, all she could focus on was setting up another session as soon as possible.

“Let’s plan on Friday then. In the meantime, I’m going to give you a little homework assignment.” Reaching into the top drawer of her desk, she pulled out an envelope and placed it on the corner of her desk.

Batgirl walked over to the desk and picked it up.

“Read this once you get home.”

Folding the envelope, she placed it into one of the larger pouches of her utility belt, Then she pulled out five crisp hundred dollar bills and placed them on the desk.

“See you Friday Dr. Kinsey, and thank you.”

Batgirl felt slightly embarrassed; it seemed strange thanking her. But her ride home from Dr. Kinsey’s office had never been more relaxing and satisfying, and that night she slept more profoundly than she had in years.
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Another section added.

In the upcoming sections on which I'm working, Batgirl is going to experience bondage, an interaction with her psychologist's hired man, and a humiliating scene at a gas station.
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“If we are going to go any further, we will need to change the way we do business Batgirl. I cannot accept payment from you for these next few sessions. In fact, I should not have accepted your last payment.”

“What’s the problem?”

Dr. Kinsey hesitated. “If we are going to engage in these types of…shall we say ‘hands-on’ sessions…consider what paying in cash seems to imply. Now we know that these sessions are helping you with a critical weakness of yours, and obviously all these sessions are confidential, but even so I cannot accept a cash payment for such sessions.”

Batgirl felt suddenly anxious. Was Dr. Kinsey not going to continue with her therapy? She had been looking forward to it with such an intensity that she could not focus on any of her day’s tasks. All she wanted was Dr. Kinsey to touch her, to finger her, to penetrate her. And the way she looked: wearing that distracting black leather mini-skirt, partially unbuttoned blouse with those thigh-high boots again…

“But…how do I continue with my sessions? There has to be some way I can pay you!”

“Relax Batgirl. We can continue our sessions, but I’m going to ask you to do something in return for me in compensation for waiving the cost of our session.”

Batgirl wondered what Dr. Kinsey meant, but that was something she would ask about after Dr. Kinsey’s session. She nodded as she moved over to the couch and sat down.

“For today’s session, I want to explore various scenarios you might face as a crimefighter. Obviously I hope this never comes to pass, but what might happen if a criminal were to overpower you? What would happen if you found yourself restrained and in the hands of a hardened criminal? We need to make sure you wouldn’t lose your composure or be unable to focus on escape.”

Batgirl was confused.

“You’re not making sense Dr. Kinsey. Why would I not try to escape?”

“Let me show you why,” said Dr. Kinsey as she reached into the bottom drawer of her desk. “Have a seat in this chair,” she gestured to the wooden chair beside her desk. This was the first time she noticed a chair had been added to the office. Was it for her? Confused, Batgirl walked over to the chair and sat down. Dr. Kinsey walked up behind her and let the end of a rope fall into her lap.

“Now sit easy as we prepare for today’s session.”

Several minutes later, Batgirl found herself firmly tied to the chair.

“Now before you try to free yourself, we need to first fully set-up the scenario. Imagine you’ve been temporarily knocked out and find yourself restrained.”

Batgirl tried to imagine the scenario: her hands and legs bound (probably by her own bat lasso), her costume torn, relatively helpless…
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“Chances are, this is what you’re going to be in for.” Dr. Kinsey leaned over Batgirl and squeezed her breasts. Batgirl was startled. Instinctively she began to protest.

“Dr. Kinsey, I—

A hard slap stopped Batgirl in mid sentence.

“Shut up Batbitch!” and a cloth rag was shoved into Batgirl’s mouth.

“Ungh!” Batgirl could only make a few muffled noises as she strained against the restraints. She felt the rope giving a bit. But before she could make any further progress, she felt a hand slip down the front of her skin-tight pants. Fingers began playing with her pussy. Batgirl moaned against the gag. She bit down hard as she felt Dr. Kinsey’s fingers enter her. They moved expertly, slipping in and out of her. Then she felt a finger tickling her clitoris. Between the penetrating and the tickling, Batgirl could only press her thighs apart to give Dr. Kinsey more access to her womanhood. As Dr. Kinsey continued to play with her pussy, Batgirl felt a powerful climax building inside her. She pressed her body harder against the restraints, not with an intent to escape but as a physical response to the impending climax. Her entire body suddenly went taut, then she slumped into the chair as she came. She could feel her cum spreading inside her pants as she sat slumped in the chair panting.

“And that’s what I anticipated Batgirl. Look at how you completely lost focus once I started to play with your body. What do you think any sane person with a criminal mind is going to want to do to you if they are able to incapacitate you? They’re going to want to fuck you every which way! And if you don’t overcome your sexual urges, you’re simply going to let them have their way with you! Do you want a repeat of the incident at the Gotham Bank? Only the next time, it won’t simply be some guy cumming on your costume.”

Batgirl understood and nodded.

“I’m going to untie you now. Take five minutes to clean up and we can continue with today’s session.”

Once she was freed, Batgirl excused herself to the doctor’s private bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Despite a mild sense of humiliation—after all, she had been tied up and restrained—Batgirl felt a senes of arrogance flow through her. She looked amazingly sexy with her hair disheveled, a glistening glow to her face, her costume clinging tightly to her sweating body. The wetness between her legs, a few weeks ago something that would have caused her to feel shame, served to only further the sexual intensity of what she saw in the mirror.



“Now let’s try the restraints again. I’ll go a bit easier on you this time Batgirl.”

Having done a fairly decent job of cleaning herself, Batgirl was ready for another of Dr. Kinsey’s “lessons”.

“Where do you want me Dr. Kinsey?”

“Lie down on your stomach,” said Dr. Kinsey as she gestured to the couch.

A few minutes later, Batgirl found herself hogtied with a gag in her mouth.

“From this position, I won’t be able to create as much of a sensual effect for you. My hope is you can avoid being distracted and can break free. Now let’s get started once again.”

Dr. Kinsey began by rubbing and massaging Batgirl’s firm ass. She also spent a fair amount of time playing with Batgirl’s breasts as the heroine struggled against the ropes. There was still a fair amount of distraction—Dr. Kinsey knew how to arouse her—but without the penetration the heroine was able to focus enough on her restraints. It took less than a minute for Batgirl to free herself. She smiled at Dr. Kinsey as she pulled the gag from her mouth.

“Well done Batgirl!” Dr. Kinsey clapped as Batgirl placed the ropes and gag on the couch. “Better than I anticipated.”

Batgirl felt herself blush with pride, which was odd considering what she was being praised for. Nonetheless, it felt good to receive praise from Dr. Kinsey. She was a hard woman to please, and compliments had not come easily from her.

“Let’s try another scenario.”

Batgirl nodded eagerly. Between the sexual ecstasy of the first scenario and the successful outcome of the second, Batgirl was more than willing to try just about any scenario Dr. Kinsey had in mind.

Batgirl failed the next scenario in spectacular fashion.

At first the heroine thought it would be easy to escape—she was confident after her second trial. The restraints were a bit more intricate than before. In fact, she had almost asked Dr. Kinsey if this type of restraint was a likely one based on where she would be fighting crime. But she chose to keep silent lest Dr. Kinsey chastise her or stop the session prematurely. She definitely did not want the session to end yet!

Batgirl soon found herself stretched out on the couch. Her legs were spread apart and a rope was tied around her boots to each post of the couch. Her hips were slightly elevated with her legs hanging over the far end of the couch and her heels pressed against the wooden legs of the furniture. Both arms were stretched out over her head and tied to the posts on the other end of the couch. The pillows had been removed to allow for Batgirl’s body to be fully stretched out on the couch.

Dr. Kinsey had started by massaging her thighs and playing with her breasts. The tickling of her nipples was a new one for Batgirl. She felt them harden under Dr. Kinsey’s fingers, piercing against the latex of her costume. It was distracting enough to weaken her attempts to escape. But things quickly went south when Dr. Kinsey removed Batgirl’s utility belt and pulled down her pants. Normally there would have been a struggle as her latex pants were skin-tight, but Batgirl’s sweat and cum served as a lubricant and the pants smoothly slipped down past her thighs. Being restrained and exposed was a powerful arousal for the heroine.
Yet even so, Batgirl could have at least put up a semblance of a struggle. She anticipated Dr. Kinsey’s fingers and closed her eyes in expectation. But a strange sound made her open her eyes and look down. The warm vibrating metal against her clitoris elicited a visceral sexual response from Batgirl. She orgasmed almost immediately.

Dr. Kinsey did not stop. The vibrator continued moving up and down against Batgirl’s crotch. To her shock, Batgirl felt herself building up to another orgasm! She bucked against her restraints and the vibrating device between her legs. This second orgasm was more powerful than her first! She was almost hyperventilating as she panted in sexual rapture.

And yet even so, Batgirl may have avoided Dr. Kinsey’s disapproval had she put up some resistance during this third trial. She had begun to regain her bearings after Dr. Kinsey pulled the vibrator away from her crotch. But that was not the end of the trial. Suddenly Batgirl felt something hard and cool penetrating deep inside of her! Slowly at first, Dr. Kinsey began penetrating Batgirl with a smooth device that looked somewhat like a rod. It slid gently inside the heroine. Up and down, Dr. Kinsey repeatedly penetrated Batgirl. And all Batgirl could do was moan in pleasure. There was absolutely no resistance, unless pressing her hips up against Dr. Kinsey’s rod to deepen the penetration counted as resistance. By the time Dr. Kinsey finished with her, Batgirl’s body was covered in sweat and cum and her gag was covered in drool.

Batgirl was a mess. A very disappointed Dr. Kinsey removed Batgirl’s restraints. “Pull yourself together Batgirl,” was all she said as she walked over to her desk.

Batgirl slowly rolled off the couch and fell to the floor. She tried gathering her bearings, tugging on her pants. After much yanking and pulling, the latex pants were finally back on. Getting to her feet, she stumbled over to Dr. Kinsey’s desk where the psychologist sat back in her chair watching her.

“I…I’m so sorry Dr. Kinsey. I don’t know what came over me.”

“We’ll address that in a bit. First we need to give you a third-person perspective of your potential predicament. We’re going to switch roles. You’re going to have to pay close attention to my instructions Batgirl.”

“Yes ma’am,” the heroine agreed. Dr. Kinsey smiled. She liked the way Batgirl was becoming more and more submissive. Her use of “ma’am” was yet another example of the heroine’s gradual subservience.

“Tie my hands together behind my back.” Dr. Kinsey handed Batgirl the same rope she had used on the heroine.

Batgirl proceeded to tie Dr. Kinsey’s hands together behind her back. The doctor sat back down in her leather chair.

“Now stand directly in front of me, between me and my desk.”

Batgirl to where Dr. Kinsey was indicating with her eyes. Dr. Kinsey reclined in her chair and put her feet up on her desk as Batgirl stood between Dr. Kinsey’s legs looking down at the psychologist.

“Now do you remember what I did to you during your first trial?”

The heroine nodded.

“Then you know what to do next Batgirl.”

She did. Batgirl began by massaging Dr. Kinsey’s chest. She could feel the doctor’s breathing deepen and nipples harden. Dr. Kinsey’s breath deepened even further when Batgirl began rubbing her thighs. As the gloved hands worked their way slowly to Dr. Kinsey’s crotch, the heroine felt the woman tremble as her fingers grazed the doctor’s womanhood. Batgirl’s hands moved gently over Dr. Kinsey’s silk panties. Batgirl tried to remember just how Dr. Kinsey had touched her. Had the heroine not been feeling the full effect of multiple orgasms, she might have been aghast at what she was doing.

Dr. Kinsey inhaled sharply when she felt her panties pulled aside and the cool latex material covering Batgirl’s hand press up against her womanhood. A slight moan escaped her lips when two gloved fingers entered her. But Dr. Kinsey quickly recovered, hiding her pleasure behind a commanding face.

“Now try to make me cum Batgirl,” she ordered the heroine.

Batgirl began moving her fingers as she remembered Dr. Kinsey doing to her. She could feel the doctor’s wetness begin to increase, and it gave the heroine confidence. Squatting down directly in front of Dr. Kinsey, Batgirl focused all her attention on the doctor’s crotch and chest, fingering the one and fondling the other. She found herself desperate to make Dr. Kinsey cum!

Dr. Kinsey had not anticipated her own reaction to Batgirl. She had planned on maintaining her composure despite knowing how erotic it would be to have the heroine fondling her. But looking up at the gorgeous Batgirl and remembering how helpless and pathetic the heroine had looked minutes earlier was such a turn-on. And watching the heroine standing over her—desperate to sexual please her—was intensely arousing! Her plan to show Batgirl self-control was going to be more challenging than she anticipated. Then again, her ulterior motive of coercing Batgirl into making her cum was about to be fulfilled. Looking at Batgirl’s gorgeous face beneath her mask and feeling the heroine’s gloved fingers touching and pressing against her pussy was making her so wet!

‘Can’t let this happen yet. In due time this little Batbitch will be mine to play with, but not yet.’ Focusing all her will, Dr. Kinsey separated her sexual reaction to Batgirl from her planned action of freeing herself from her bondage. She managed to escape the restraints just as she was about to release a powerful orgasm.

“And that’s how it’s done Batgirl,” panted Dr. Kinsey as she pulled Batgirl’s fingers out of her pussy. “You have to maintain focus.”

“Yes Dr. Kinsey.”

Dr. Kinsey composed herself, readjusting her panties and brushing back her disheveled hair. Straightening up, she tossed the restraints onto her desk. “We’re done for today. Before we meet again, I want you to consider working on controlling your lust while working. This may be risky, so I understand if you’re squeamish or scared. After all, you don’t have superhuman powers—you’re just a woman under that mask.”

Dr. Kinsey’s jab worked perfectly. She watched as Batgirl’s posture stiffened and her jaw tightened.

“But if you do feel you can handle this and you’re not afraid to try it…” Dr. Kinsey trailed off. She wanted Batgirl’s arrogance to answer the challenge. She was not disappointed.

“I can handle it Dr. Kinsey!” Batgirl retorted. The heroine was annoyed at the reference to her lack of superhuman strength. Had she not seen or heard of her exploits? Batgirl was no mere woman hiding behind a mask—she was a sexy badass in an ass-kicking outfit!

“Okay Batgirl, I believe you can. You’re going to need this,” Dr. Kinsey handed Batgirl a small box. “Here is what I need you to do…
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Added a new segment for the weekend. Feedback and critiques on content and grammar issues are always appreciated (as are suggestions).
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Batgirl looked over her shoulder. Nothing moved in the darkness of the alley.

“Still conscious?” Batgirl stood over the prone man. “You awake?” she began slapping his face. The man groaned in semi-consciousness.

‘Perfect,” Batgirl thought to herself. It was time for Dr. Kinsey’s therapeutic homework assignment. She had incapacitated a low-level criminal in a secluded area. Now she tried to recall what it was Dr. Kinsey had told her to do next. She dragged the man behind a giant trash bin and propped him up against the brick wall of the decrepit and crumbling Gotham Central Hotel.

“You must like being beaten by a girl,” Batgirl sneered at the man as she stood over him. “You sure didn’t put up much of a challenge. Guess those muscles are just for show.”

If the man could have understood what she was saying, he might have tried to come up with a clever response. Instead, he groaned in pain.

“Maybe it’s a turn on for you. You like being smacked around by a girl? You like having your ass kicked by Batgirl?” She grabbed the man by his collar and pulled his head up to her hips. Taunting the man was working. Batgirl began to feel more emboldened by this new attitude of hers. The man shook his head, trying to regain his bearings.

“Maybe I should give you a break. After all, you made it so easy to stop you.”

Did he hear her properly? Was Batgirl going to let him go? The man blinked up at the heroine.

“I’ll let you live out your fantasy.” Batgirl grabbed the man by the back of his head and shoved his face between her thighs. Moving the man’s head over her latex-covered crotch, Batgirl began to arouse herself—the contours of the man’s face created a vibration on the tight latex. Using the man’s face like a sex toy, Batgirl was able to bring herself to the verge of an orgasm. But just as she the wetness between her legs signaled an impending climax, she shoved the man’s head back against the wall.

“Sorry but you're just not good enough, I’ll finish the job myself. Enjoy some sweet dreams.” A sharp kick to man’s head rendered him unconscious.

Batgirl proudly walked over to where her Batcycle leaned against the hotel wall, leaving the man unconscious in the alley with a story no one would ever believe. The night was just about over and it was time to head home and satisfy herself with some ropes and Dr. Kinsey’s special toy.


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“Before we conclude today and discuss the new procedure you’re going to try, I wanted to ask you how did you like the device?”

Batgirl’s smile answered Dr. Kinsey’s question better than anything she might say.

“Glad to hear it Batgirl.”

Dr. Kinsey stood up from her desk and walked over to where Batgirl was getting up from the couch. The night’s session had not involved as much of the hands-on experience to which Batgirl had become accustomed. But her disappointment was mitigated by Dr. Kinsey’s mention of a new procedure that would might have some potent results. (By “potent results” Batgirl hoped Dr. Kinsey meant “powerful orgasms”.)

“When you put on your Batgirl outfit to attend the rally at city hall, I want you to place the device I gave you here.” Dr. Kinsey cupped Batgirl’s crotch and pressed her middle finger up against Batgirl’s pussy. The sensation of the cool latex pressed into her womanhood by Dr. Kinsey’s manipulating finger always made her wet. Batgirl sighed in pleasure as Dr. Kinsey explained her plan.

“I want you to deliver your speech while having this device between your legs. The goal is to help you maintain focus on a mental task while resisting a physical urge. You’re getting better at resisting your sexual urges when engaged in physical activities, but we have yet to assess your ability to resist those sexual urges when involved in a mental task.

“I wanted you to first enjoy the pleasures of the device before taking on this challenge. Now that you know how much pleasure you can derive from it, you’ll have that thought in the back of your mind when you’re at the rally. This is part of the challenge: you will have to maintain your focus and forget about the pleasure the device between your legs can give you. Your mind may wander to the various times you’ve climaxed using the device—which is natural—but you have to push those thoughts and desires out of your mind. We will be strengthening your mental toughness in doing so.”

Batgirl thought about Dr. Kinsey’s suggested procedure. It made sense. And if she was being entirely honest with herself, the thought of standing before a huge audience and delivering her speech with Dr. Kinsey’s device pressing against her womanhood was quite titillating!

“And with the device turned off, you should be able to easily control your sexual urges. Having the device between your legs is enough to keep you cognizant of your lustful desires, yet without activating it you will be able to suppress those desires and maintain your focus.”

Batgirl nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll do it!” It would be an exciting and titillating experience. And without either her or Dr. Kinsey’s fingers working the device, she would easily be able to control herself from going beyond a distracting erotic arousal. ’Should make that boring and obligatory ceremony a fun little sex-capade.’

“Good! I’m proud of you for taking this on Batgirl. And I’ll be watching the ceremonies in support of you.”



On the ride home, Batgirl thought about her speech and how erotic it would be to stand before thousands of people while secretly having her little pleasure device inside of her.
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Added a new section, both in the original long post of the story and above this comment. Thanks to anyone who has taken an interest in the story so far; hopefully it has been worth the read.
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Enjoying the story very much and always looking forward to more. :) I love reading of BGs adventures while our and about. Hoping for more and more of that!
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Re: Batgirl's Psychologist

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Batgirl looked out at the cheering crowd as the mayor began his speech. She was fidgeting a bit, distracted by the sensation of Dr. Kinsey’s device between her legs. Could people see the subtle contours of the device pressing against the tight latex covering her crotch? Cautiously, Batgirl looked out on the crowd, standing at attention with her hands on her hips. Surreptitiously, she let her hands fall over her crotch. With one hand covering the other, she furtively pressed hard against her crotch and pushed the device deeper into her pussy. She inhaled deeply, trying to maintain her focus on her upcoming speech and not on the arousing sensation building within her.

The mayor had finished congratulating the firefighters standing beside the heroine and was now pointing at Batgirl. Pointing at the masked heroine, he began describing the latest of Batgirl’s exploits and the consequent drop in crime statistics. Batgirl nodded politely as the mayor expounded on her contributions to Gotham.

Suddenly, Batgirl caught site of Dr. Kinsey standing in the crowd! ‘What’s she doing here?’

Dr. Kinsey had mentioned watching the ceremonies, but Batgirl thought she meant online, not in person! Yet there she stood, dressed in a business suit and holding a dark red purse beneath an arm, was standing near the front of the crowd. She joined in with the rest of the crowd in applauding as the mayor hit one of his speech’s key points.

‘Why didn’t she tell me she would be here?’ There was something embarrassing having Dr. Kinsey in attendance—the doctor knew what she had beneath her latex pants. The heroine tried to avoid looking directly at Dr. Kinsey, but she could not help herself.

‘Did she just wink at me?!’

Dr. Kinsey was smiling as she looked directly at Batgirl. She then opened her purse and reached inside of it. Batgirl was just able to read Dr. Kinsey’s lips as the doctor mouthed “enjoy” before she was completely distracted by a gentle pulsating sensation emanating from Dr. Kinsey’s device.

“Oh!” An involuntary gasp escape Batgirl’s lips.

The mayor paused in mid-sentence and looked at the young heroine who had begun sweating and seemed suddenly distracting.

“I…I’m sorry sir. Please continue,” she stammered awkwardly.

“Are you okay Batgirl?” whispered the mayor as he covered the microphone.

Batgirl nodded. “I’m sorry, I…I’m just a bit off today.” She gestured for him to continue with his speech.

“Let me know if I can get you anything.”

The mayor turned back to the crowd and resumed his speech as Batgirl tried to regain her balance.

‘That thing vibrates?! Why didn’t she tell me it could vibrate?!’

Batgirl squeezed her thighs tightly together to lessen the vibrations. It did not have the desired effect: the tightened muscles pressing hard against the pulsating device increased the intensity of her arousal! Between the orgasm building inside her and the desperate embarrassment of seeing the device visibly vibrating her latex pants, Batgirl tried to regain some semblance of composure.

‘That bitch! She’s fucking vibing me in front of all these people!’

Biting her lip, Batgirl tried to focus on the audience and the mayor’s speech and not on the wetness spreading across her crotch. She suddenly noticed some people in the front row were whispering to one another and pointing at her midsection. To her shocked embarrassment, she could see the latex covering her crotch was vibrating! She had to do something quickly to hide the visible effect of the device! Turning slightly against the breeze drifting across the stage area, Batgirl let her cape cover most of her body. With one of her arms hidden from sight, she quickly cupped her crotch and pressed two fingers hard against the latex covering her pussy. Being already wet and pulsating from an impending climax, Batgirl’s body welcomed the device—it slipped smoothly deeper into the young heroine. Looking down, she breathed a sigh of relief as the latex fabric tightly covering her crotch was no longer vibrating.
‘Just need to focus on my speech,’ Batgirl thought to herself.

But as she tried desperately to distract herself, to focus on her speech—or really anything besides the incredible sensation between her legs—she only found herself more and more aroused. Being sexually stimulated while standing in front of a large public audience was an intensely erotic experience! It was so different from the discreet sexual experiences with various low-risk villains in the cover of night. Here she was, standing in front of an adoring public with the mayor himself making a speech praising her recent public service, and all-the-while being vibrated into an orgasm under her costume!

The mayor had apparently finished his speech as he was now gesturing for her to take the mic and speak to the crowd. Batgirl stepped up to the mic, gripping the sides of the podium firmly. ‘Okay Batgirl, focus. Just a few quick words, then you can take care of yourself.’

Batgirl started off fairly strong. She avoided any direct eye-contact, looking out over the crowd and trying to keep her eyes away from where she knew Dr. Kinsey was watching her.

“…and it means a lot to have this moment to share with you. I want to thank the mayor and the police force for allowing me to be of service—”

Batgirl abruptly stopped. She suddenly felt the vibrations between her thighs increase in intensity!
“Oh!”
She gasped, feeling her body beginning to climax once again. Her entire will was bent upon finishing her speech, but her body was betraying her.

“…Oh…over the past few months…it has been a privilege to help Gotham. It feels…so…good…so good to be able to come…to come here and see all this support.”

Batgirl stammered out the last few words, then clutched the podium and let herself cum. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt herself begin to soak her latex pants.

‘Oh my god! This is seriously happening!’

It was. And her body was not about to stop the climax from tearing through her body. The throbbing sensation between her legs overwhelmed her.

‘Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! I’m cumming!!!’

Leaning on the podium, Batgirl gave in and let herself cum. Her body was practically hanging from the podium as her legs were just about giving up on her.

“I’m…I’m sorry. I’m not one for public speeches,” Batgirl tried to continue. She turned to the mayor and in a half-whisper, half-pant asked, “May I have some water?”

The mayor signaled for one of his aides to bring the heroine a water bottle. She thanked the aide, hoping he did not sense the sexual tension emanating from her. Taking a few deep gulps of water, she put the water bottle down on the podium and tried to focus on finishing her speech as quickly as she could. The device was still vibrating maddeningly in her crotch.

Several platitudes and cliches later, Batgirl stepped away from the podium and waved to the crowd. Some of Batgirl’s fans in the front row were whispering to one another, wondering how it could someone so brave and strong could be so nervous about public speaking.

“Did you see how much her legs were shaking?!”

“And look how she’s totally sweating! It’s just like how I felt when I had to do that presentation in my Econ class.”

“...still looks so hot though.”

Looking past her fanboys and fangirls, Batgirl tried to find Dr. Kinsey’s face in the crowd. She was not sure how to feel about her. ‘Why didn’t she tell me that…thing…could vibrate?!’

A distraught and distracted Batgirl tried to make her way to the entry of City Hall. She needed some immediate privacy. Shaking hands while making her way to the large double-doors of the building, Batgirl briskly thanked the various officials who were vying for a photo-op with the hot young heroine. She did not want to be rude, but she frantically needed to escape the crowd. A few quick poses and smiles and she was almost at the entry. Once inside, she would find a bathroom and finally—

“Hey!”

Someone had just grabbed Batgirl’s ass!

“Let yourself go,” a voice whispered into her ear.

Batgirl jumped! Dr. Kinsey had somehow made her way through the crowd and was standing behind her. She suddenly felt Dr. Kinsey pinch her ass!

“Just let yourself go Batgirl,” Dr. Kinsey whispered again. And with a surreptitious movement, Dr. Kinsey rubbed Batgirl’s crotch.

Batgirl had a few choice words for Dr. Kinsey, but she was too busy swooning over the combination of the vibrating device in her pussy and Dr. Kinsey’s hand on her crotch.

“Enjoy,” smiled Dr. Kinsey. She then made her way to where the mayor was standing with a few of Gotham’s elite. Batgirl would have been surprised to discover Dr. Kinsey had a personal relationship with Gotham’s mayor had she not been too busy climaxing. As Dr. Kinsey approached the mayor, she glanced over her shoulder and winked at Batgirl and reached inside her purse. A moment later, the intensity of the vibrations coming from the device firmly planted in Batgirl’s pussy increased.

‘There’s a third setting to that fucking thing?!’

There was no way she would make it inside City Hall in time.

Propping herself against one of the giant columns of Gotham City Hall, Bargirl let herself cum. Her legs were already weak, and had she not been leaning against the column she would have fallen to the ground. Breathing deeply, she tried to control her orgasm as best she could. She felt a warm wetness flow from her crotch and down her thighs, and she prayed no one could see what was happening to her.

Thankfully, in all the celebration and ceremony and surrounded by officials and city officers milling about, Batgirl had at least a little privacy. The people on the steps of City Hall seemed more interested in ingratiating themselves with the politicians and business leaders, and Batgirl’s fanboys and fangirls were still behind the barricades. A few people did make their way over to the discombobulated heroine and introduced themselves. She shook a few hands while muttering a few words about public speaking anxiety and a lack of sleep, excused herself, and quickly made her way around the back of city hall and to the Batcycle. The device was still vibrating and her arousal had not diminished despite her orgasms. On the ride home, Batgirl found the combination of straddling her powerful Batcycle and the vibrating device to be irresistible. She began grinding against the seat of the motorcycle. The slick wetness beneath her latex pants made the ride home especially pleasurable. Slipping up and down on her seat, Batgirl allowed herself to climax once again. Passersby stared at the sight of the moaning heroine on her motorcycle grinding against the seat. Lost in her erotic reverie, Batgirl enjoyed another orgasm before she reached her apartment. By the time she arrived back at her place, her pants were soaked and she sensed a dampness in her boots!

Peeling off the soaked Batgirl costume, the need for more than a couple outfits became clear. Between the wear-and-tear of crimefighting and her frequent climaxes while in costume, the repairing and cleaning process was taking its toll on the two outfits.
‘I’ll clean it later.’ She tossed the soaked outfit into her laundry hamper. Reclining on her couch, Batgirl ended her day by playing with herself while watching the news coverage of her speech. She was amused by the newscasters’ comments about how nervous she seemed to be and how endearing it was to have a heroine behave in such a disarming manner. ‘If only they knew what was really going on.’ She smiled at the thought of her erotic experience of being vibrated to a climax—cumming in her pants against her will—in full view of thousands of people.

‘That was so fucking hot!’ she thought to herself, and an arousing sensation began to build inside of her once again.
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Re: Batgirl's Psychologist

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New section added above and to the full story at the top of the thread. As always, ideas and suggestions and criticism are all welcome.
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Re: Batgirl's Psychologist

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I loved it. I am looking forward to seeing where this plays out. My ideas is unless Dr. Kinsey wants Batgirl as her own sex toy is maybe setting her up to be either sexually attracted to criminals or villians or given a trigger word (which criminals would know) reduces her to a slut.
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Batgirl had been anticipating her session with Dr. Kinsey ever since the incident at Gotham City Hall. She had not hinted at her anger and frustration with Dr. Kinsey’s actions at the downtown ceremony—she was saving it for an in-person tirade. The time had come for Dr. Kinsey to be given a piece of her mind! (Batgirl would, of course, ignore the sexual satisfaction she had enjoyed in retrospect.) Revving her Batcycle, Batgirl sped through the Gotham streets towards her late night rendezvous.

“How dare you humiliate me like that!” Batgirl practically shouted at her psychologist as she slammed the door to Dr. Kinsey’s office behind her.

“Batgirl, please understand—

“No! You understand! I’m a heroine! You don’t get to embarrass me in public like that.” Batgirl marched over to the desk where Dr. Kinsey sat in her large leather chair. She leaned over the desk, her first raised angrily in the psychologist’s face. “Who do you think you are?! What we do here in private is one thing, but when I’m out in public you don’t get to mess with me!”

Dr. Kinsey leaned away from Batgirl’s shaking fist and nodded sympathetically, trying to pacify the irate heroine.

“A few people could sense what was going on! Have you seen what some bloggers have written about me?! Even some of my fans have posted some disgusting comments about me!”

Dr. Kinsey had to admit she had pushed things at the rally a bit too far. There were quite a few lurid descriptions of Batgirl’s public presentation, though the mainstream media outlets had been kind to the young heroine, describing how Batgirl served as an inspiration to young people everywhere who struggled with the fear of public speaking. They spoke of the courage it must have taken the heroine to stand before thousands of people and give her speech.

“Batgirl, what you have to understand is how unique your predicament truly is! I need to throw you off your game, to jolt you into distraction when you’re unprepared. I imagine crime-fighting involves some unexpected circumstances. If we cannot create unexpected scenarios for you, we cannot hope to truly help you overcome your sexual confusion.”

‘Ugh! Why does she always have an answer?!’ Batgirl was frustrated; she was rightfully angry at Dr. Kinsey, but damned if she wasn’t making sense. Still, she was not about to let her off the hook so easily.

“And you didn’t even tell me that your little device could vibrate! If I hadn’t moved quickly, people might have seen the pulsations coming from it!”

‘And then they might have seen you cumming from it,’ Dr. Kinsey thought to herself.

“To repeat myself, I had to keep you off-guard. Do you always know what weapons or tactics a criminal might resort to? It’s the same thing with your mind—you don’t know what your lustful desires might awaken in you at the worst possible moment.”

“But still…” Batgirl trailed off. Try as she might, she could not come up with an adequate response. Her anger was beginning to ebb.

“Okay Batgirl, I will concede that I had not anticipated you would have been so distracted by the device. Nonetheless, this was a necessary step for you. We needed to put your focus to the test.”

“Fine. But I’m Batgirl. You may take such liberties with some of your other clients, but I’m a superheroine!”

Dr. Kinsey looked up at Batgirl, standing with her hands on her hips and exuding her arrogantly prideful attitude. ‘This little costumed bitch needed to be put in her place.’ She rose from her chair and faced Batgirl. Though sooner than expected, the time had come to begin the next phase of her plan. The first step to make that happen would be giving Batgirl a sense of control, one that would be abruptly taken from her at the appropriate time.

“Okay Batgirl. I will keep that in mind. I won’t apologize for my actions as what I did was with a genuine desire to help you. I don’t believe in apologizing for an act borne of good intentions. But I do regret revealing your lustful weakness in front of Saturday’s crowd.”

Batgirl’s face flushed beneath her mask—she did not like the suggestion she had been weak.

Dr. Kinsey had to reassert herself, to regain the position of authority. Before Batgirl could defend herself, Dr. Kinsey transitioned to another subject as she gently took Batgirl by the arm and led her to the couch.

“Now tell me how you’re coming along with your crimefighting task. Have you been able to maintain focus?” Dr. Kinsey smiled and appealed to Batgirl’s ego. “I imagine it must be intensely difficult for the men you’ve subdued to maintain their focus with a strong, gorgeous woman dressed as you are putting them in their place.”

Always susceptible to flattery, Batgirl’s mind moved from her prepared screed to recounting her recent domination of various villains. She began recounting the past few weeks’ events. Dr. Kinsey reclined on her desk and listened to the heroine recount her latest escapades. By the time she finished bragging about the condition in which she left those pathetic men humiliated and defeated, she was back to her usual spirited self.

Dr. Kinsey cajoled and complimented Batgirl skillfully over the course of the heroine’s summary of her exploits. She spoke of Batgirl’s maturity and growth; she described Batgirl’s mental toughness and improved focus; she praised Batgirl in such glowing terms that the night’s session ended with Batgirl promptly setting up an appointment for the next week.

Batgirl was surprised by how different her mindset was on the ride home. She smiled, thinking to herself, ’Guess that’s the maturity Dr. Kinsey was talking about.’
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Re: Batgirl's Psychologist

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New section added. It's somewhat brief as it's setting up for the next big moment for Batgirl.
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“Say it again Batgirl.”

“Please fuck me!” This time Batgirl did not hesitate—she was splayed out on the couch and under the control of another intense orgasm as Dr. Kinsey’s hands skillfully manipulated Batgirl’s body into sexual bliss. All the heroine wanted was to give in more and more to her sensuality and lust. Batgirl’s brief bout of assertiveness a few weeks ago had been replaced by compliance and submission.

Dr. Kinsey smiled. Batgirl had clearly followed through on her homework assignment, and she was reacting precisely as Dr. Kinsey had anticipated: the repeated taunting of dangerous men and the frustrations of denied climaxes had served to intensify Batgirl’s sexual desires. And insinuating herself in Batgirl’s erotic experience at the City Hall rally served to further connect the heroine’s sexual pleasure to her.

Denying Batgirl any sexual attention the previous two sessions opened the door to the next phase of Dr. Kinsey’s treatment. Though Batgirl certainly enjoyed playing with herself—using the tactics Dr. Kinsey had shown her, as well as the device she had been given—she lusted for Dr. Kinsey’s touch. And Batgirl wanted more than merely to be touched!

“Say it one more time for me Batgirl.”

“Please fuck me!” Batgirl was nearly shouting her request! She was on the verge of climaxing.

Dr. Kinsey sighed in satisfaction and pulled away from the writhing heroine. “Then let’s get you fucked Batgirl. Let’s get you fucked properly.”

The time had come to put the heroine completely under her influence. Dr. Kinsey walked over to her desk. Pressing down a button, she spoke into her intercom. “She’s ready for you.”

A door opened and a large man wearing a mask—and little more—entered the room.

“Batgirl’s on the couch and she’s ready for you.”

Batgirl had been playing with herself, trying to replicate the sensation of Dr. Kinsey’s hands on her body and enjoy that orgasm Dr. Kinsey had been on the verge of giving her. Looking up at the man who had entered the room, Batgirl froze. It was shocking enough having someone else suddenly entering the room, and his lack of clothing sent Batgirl further into a state of distress and distraction. Had he seen her playing with herself just now?

“What…what’s going on?!”

When Batgirl had asked Dr. Kinsey to fuck her, she was anticipating more of Dr. Kinsey’s skillful manipulation of her body with some new tactic or device. She had not thought about about literally having sex!

Dr. Kinsey gestured for the man to wait.

“Look Batgirl, we can keep training you to overcome my temptation trials, but the fact is at some point your desire for a man’s touch is going to overwhelm you. And strong as I am, I cannot give you the full sensation of being overpowered by a man. You’ve indicated several times already a desire to be taken by a man. If we don’t address this desire, and help you overcome it, the desire will consume you. It will lead to an inevitable fall from grace.”

“But I’ve been good about resisting the urges. I’ve been able to do exactly as you suggested and I’ve been able to keep myself from climaxing.”

Dr. Kinsey shook her head.

“That wasn’t actually the point. I wanted to see if you would reject my suggestion. If you truly were overcoming your urges, you would have objected to my ‘assignment’. But instead you jumped at the chance to debase yourself. You used some low-level criminals for some sexual gratification. Is this becoming of a heroine?”

Batgirl was confused. Was she supposed to refuse Dr. Kinsey?

“Fess up Batgirl, you thoroughly enjoyed abusing and humiliating those men.”

Batgirl slowly nodded. It had been intensely satisfying, up until the point of having to stop herself from climaxing. She had extended her crimefighting schedule in order to enjoy herself a few more times before calling it a night.

“It felt so good,” Batgirl had to admit.

“Then we need to move to the next step in your treatment,” Dr. Kinsey indicated the man, who was quietly standing by the door.

Batgirl looked him over. He was taller and looked to be stronger than any of the men she had recently defeated and humiliated. Her mind began to think what it would be like to overcome him…

“Batgirl, if you don’t feel ready for this, I have an alternate session planned for you. As we tried a few sessions ago, you can watch what it would be like to have this man have his way with a woman. He has already been paid, so it doesn’t matter whether he has his way with you or me.”

Dr. Kinsey removed her jacket and began unbuttoning her blouse. “Come here,” she cooed to the man. He walked over to Dr. Kinsey and began unzipping her miniskirt as she loosened a few more buttons on her blouse.

“Wait! I…I…” Batgirl hesitated.

“What is it Batgirl? Do you want something?” Dr. Kinsey was now down to her black silk bra and panties.

She hesitated.

“If you want something Batgirl, all you have to do is ask for it. But you need to say it. You know how this works.”
Biting her lip, she still hesitated. This was different from having Dr. Kinsey play with her body. This would be a man playing with her! This would be the loss of her virginity!

Dr. Kinsey could see Batgirl’s eyes slowly looking over the man’s body. She took hold of the man’s hands, placing one on her chest and slipping the other one down beneath her silk panties. Dr. Kinsey’s head tilted back as the man’s fingers explored her womanhood.

“Ohhhh…last chance Batgirl…” she moaned as the man began to explore her body more passionately.

“Yes!” Batgirl almost shouted.

It was almost admirable the way Dr. Kinsey’s was able to focus on her plan with Batgirl while being fondled by the man.

“Be…be specific Batgirl,” Dr. Kinsey ordered between moans.

“I want him to play with me!” Batgirl shouted like a spoiled child.

Dr. Kinsey reached down and pulled the man’s hand out from beneath her panties. She then whispered something in his ear. The man nodded, then started to walk to where Batgirl stood. The heroine suddenly felt self-conscious and slightly embarrassed.

Batgirl smiled coyly, blushing beneath her cowl. “Hi. I’m Batgirl,” she said in a shy tone as she extended a gloved hand.

“No names Batgirl! This is just a man. He is to have no identity here. Everything we do here is anonymous. This man is only here to do a job.”

Batgirl put her hand down. “Um…nice to meet you sir,” she said, awkwardly stumbling over her words. The magnitude of the moment had rendered Batgirl into a stammering, insecure girl. She stood facing the man and felt a slight tremble in her legs. She was trying hard to maintain eye-contact and not look down at the man’s—

“Oof!” Batgirl grunted as the man suddenly grabbed ahold of her top, pulled her around the couch, and then shoved her against the back board. She stumbled hard against it. Before she could gain her bearings, she was spun around and bent over. Her head was shoved into the cushions as her utility belt was ripped off. She gasped and tried to fight back.

“Wait! Wait! Please wait! I’m not ready—

Batgirl’s cape was flipped to her side, her latex pants were rudely yanked down and her legs kicked apart. Desperately, she tried to drive an elbow into the man’s midsection. She missed. He did not. She felt something big and hard enter her! Batgirl was penetrated! It took the wind out of the young heroine. Gripping her hips, the man began pumping Batgirl, repeatedly and forcefully fucking the young heroine!

“Ahhhhh!” Batgirl was desperately crying out while trying to resist the man’s powerful thrusting.

Up until this very moment, Batgirl had not let herself think about what Dr. Kinsey was planning on having done to her. She had allowed her psychologist have her way with her. It felt amazing, and she trusted Dr. Kinsey. She had assumed the man would be doing to her what Dr. Kinsey had done to her, perhaps with some new twist or device. But she certainly would not have sex with the man! The realization of what was happening, as well as the man’s hard cock, entered her shocked mind and sopping wet pussy respectively. Batgirl was bent over a couch and being fucked! She could feel the man’s hard cock throbbing inside her with each successive thrust! In and out, he repeatedly penetrating her!

‘Oh my god! I’m having sex!’ The act was finally affirmed in Batgirl’s mind. ‘I’m being fucked!’



As Dr. Kinsey knew would happen, Batgirl’s resistance gradually melted away and was replaced by her lust. She noted how the young heroine was watching herself in the office mirror, mouth puckered in a giant “O” as she was pumped and penetrated.

‘That little slut-in-training really does put on a hell of a show!’ Dr. Kinsey couldn’t help herself: she was becoming aroused as she watched the costumed heroine being taken forcibly by the man. The moment was all the more erotic as Dr. Kinsey realized she was watching Batgirl’s virginity taken from her!

And all Batgirl could do was moan and gasp with each thrust.

After a few minutes of being taken by the man, Batgirl’s mind slowly regained a semblance of awareness. It felt so good! She had imagined a moral conflict, as well as some discomfort, with her first time. But Dr. Kinsey had worked her over so well and so completely that her body was primed and prepared for this moment.

Despite no restraints being used on her this time, she was thoroughly helpless. Batgirl’s body was practically bouncing against the couch as she was pounded by the man. She soon felt herself beginning to cum—and it felt so good! Her thighs trembled and she let herself go. Batgirl felt the man clutching and pulling at her top as he took her from behind. Had she not been nearing a climax, she might have noticed he had torn a hole in her top, just above her bat-logo. The man slipped his hand through the hole and grabbed hold of one of Batgirl’s large yet firm breasts and squeezed it tight as he continued grinding against her as his manhood buried itself deeper and deeper into the young heroine’s welcoming pussy. Batgirl’s nipples hardened as she felt the pressure of the man’s squeezing hand clutching one of her breasts.

Suddenly, all of Batgirl’s muscles clenched tight!

“Oh my god!” Batgirl squealed in pure sexual ecstasy.

Then she climaxed. Her body went completely limp as her cum flowed from her sopping wet pussy. She almost passed out from the most powerful orgasm she had yet experienced.

Batgirl slumped over the backside of the couch. She felt the man pull out of her.

“That was amazing,” she blurted out between moans.

But the man was not done with the heroine. As Batgirl lay powerless, the man took ahold of her pants and yanked them off her. Flipping her onto her back, he peeled back her top. Batgirl feebly lifted her arms to make it easier for the man to remove the top. He tossed it on the ground beside her pants.

The man shoved Batgirl over the top of the couch and she fell into the cushions. The man walked around the couch and climbed on top of the prone heroine, straddling her. The man’s firm body pressed up against her hips. In a blissful daze, Batgirl spread her thighs, opened herself up to the man, and let him begin fucking her again.

“Get away from this man Batgirl! You need to get away from him now!” Dr. Kinsey was suddenly standing over Batgirl and shouting into her ear! “You need to resist your desires and urges Batgirl. Restrain this man immediately!”

Feeling the man entering her once more, Batgirl could barely make out Dr. Kinsey’s words despite her standing mere inches away. She gripped the man’s backside tightly and pressed her hips against his as he pumped her hard. Over and over, Batgirl was forcefully penetrated by the man.

“Batgirl! Pull yourself together!”

Dr. Kinsey was standing over the two bodies, slick with sweat and cum, moving in unison.

“Get away from this man now!” she ordered.

Dr. Kinsey began slapping the masked heroine’s face, but Batgirl felt no plain—her sexual bliss was overpowering. She crossed her ankles over the back of the man and pulled him hard against her body as she felt herself climaxing once again. Arching her back, Batgirl pushed her thighs as hard as she could against the man’s thighs, forcing him deeply inside her one more time. She held there for a second—her body firmly arched and all her muscles taut—then fell back onto the couch. Batgirl was thoroughly exhausted and completely helpless.

Dr. Kinsey sighed. “Put her over there.” She pointed to her desk.

The man grabbed ahold of Batgirl’s cape and dragged the limp and languid heroine across the room. Batgirl offered no resistance; she let herself be pulled by her costume over to the office desk. Lifting her up by her cowl, he unceremoniously dumped Batgirl on top of Dr. Kinsey’s desk.

“You can go,” Dr. Kinsey dismissed the masked man. Without a word, he walked out of the office and left Dr. Kinsey looking down on the disheveled heroine. Eyes closed, Batgirl gently fingered herself as she quietly moaned and squirmed on the desk.
It was quite a site: Batgirl—in only her mask, cape, boots and gloves—stretched out on her desk and gently caressing her gorgeous naked body.

If Batgirl had her wits about her, she might have noticed Dr. Kinsey’s iPhone capturing the site of the beautiful, exposed heroine. But the heroine was too fixated on her post-coitus pleasure and continued to gently explore all the parts of her body the man had been enjoying. It was not long before Batgirl allowed herself to cum one last time.



Dr. Kinsey dressed, then went into her private bathroom and returned with a small hand-towel.

“Here, clean yourself up. We’re done here tonight.” She dropped the towel on the sex-addled heroine. Batgirl gradually came out of her sexual reverie. Taking the towel Dr. Kinsey had given her, she used to towel to wipe her chest and crotch. Her body was slick with sweat and cum, and she was suddenly self-conscious—there was no way she could properly clean herself. She rolled over to the edge of the desk and slowly climbed down. Her legs were weak and she almost fell before catching herself.

“I’m going to schedule our next session for early next week. We need to discuss tonight’s behavior and total lack of self-control Batgirl.”

As Batgirl slowly regained her senses, Dr. Kinsey walked over to where Batgirl’s costume had been unceremoniously dumped on the ground. She picked it up and examined the costume: it had been stretched and torn. ‘She’s not going to be happy about this.’

Dr. Kinsey walked over to Batgirl, who was leaning unsteadily against the desk. “Here you go,” Dr. Kinsey handed the heroine her costume.

Batgirl quickly pulled on her pants and pulled down her top. The feeling of sweat and cum beneath her latex outfit made her feel dirty; she needed to get back home immediately! Getting to her feet, she stumbled and had to catch herself against Dr. Kinsey’s desk. Making her way to the door, she kept her eyes on the floor to avoid Dr. Kinsey’s gaze.

“You’re forgetting your utility belt Batgirl.”

Batgirl turned. Sure enough, her utility belt was lying on the floor where the man had stripped it off of her. Batgirl quickly walked over, picked it up, and made her way out of the office.

“Thank you Dr. Kinsey,” she whispered as she walked by the doctor.

“Hold up a minute Batgirl. You’re going to need to take one of these.” Dr. Kinsey held out a small red pill.

“What is…?” Batgirl’s voice trailed off.

“Do you need me to spell it out Batgirl? You just got fucked by a man and you let him cum inside you! Unless you want to take several months off of crimefighting and have a very small sidekick, you’re going to want to take this.”

Batgirl took the pill and placed it in one of the smaller pouches of her utility belt.

“Thank you doctor,” she murmured.



Batgirl’s shameful night was not yet over. To make matters worse, Bargirl had forgotten to gas up her cycle. She had been so eager for her session and distracted by her lascivious thoughts that she had not noticed she was practically on empty. On fumes, she pulled into a gas station. As she could not pay with a card, she had to walk inside the AM/PM attached to the gas station. Awkwardly, she stood in line behind a young couple and an older man whom she caught staring at her in the security mirror. The couple finally paid for their drinks and began to exit the small store. The man whispered something to his girlfriend and they both looked back at Batgirl. The woman giggled as the two walked out. Batgirl quickly handed the employee a hundred.

“Thirty on pump seven.”

The man looked her over as he took her bill.

“Fun night out?”

“Busy night,” was her terse reply.

“Looks like you had yourself a good time Batgirl,” the man winked at her.

Batgirl sighed. “May I have my change?”

“Just give me a second. Pump seven, right?”

Batgirl nodded. Then she caught sight of what had amused the man. She could not see it earlier because it was so dark in Dr. Kinsey’s office, but the florescent lights of the convenience store hid nothing. A wetness could clearly be seen on Batgirl’s chest and crotch, and she noticed the tear just above the bat-logo that revealed a substantial amount of her ample cleavage. She tried crossing her legs a bit to hide the wetness.

“Here’s your change Batgirl.”

Batgirl grabbed her change and sped out the door. Her embarrassment would have been significantly worse had she noticed the employee staring appreciatively at the giant tear revealing most of Batgirl’s firm and curvaceous ass. As it was, Batgirl was humiliated and desperate to get home. She stood humiliated by her cycle waiting for the tank to fill, trying to keep out of sight of the employee who was staring at her through the store’s glass door. The night could not end soon enough for the disgraced heroine.



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New section added. This one is a bit longer than the previous one and is a bit of a turning point for Batgirl.
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Very good. I Loved it. Looking forward to more. This doctor is amazing.
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Good story, she's been well played
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Upon returning home, Batgirl discovered what had caused such a distraction at the gas station. Besides the wet spots on her costume and the tear above the bat-logo, the huge rip on her backside showed way too much of her ass.

“Oh my god! The security footage!”

Batgirl had to do something about it: the clerk could not be allowed to access the security footage! With daylight beginning to break and the early commuters already starting their day, there was nothing she could do until nighttime. Batgirl tried to calm her fears with the thought that the employee would most likely keep the footage for himself. Nonetheless, she spent most of the day checking various Batgirl fan sites to see if there was any footage of her and the torn costume. Thankfully, no images from that night’s unfortunate stop had been uploaded…yet.



Shortly after midnight, Batgirl—wearing one of her remaining intact costumes—returned to the gas station. Luck was with her: she saw the same schlubby man restocking cigarettes behind the counter. Batgirl waited in the shadows; she could not risk another customer walking in while she was coercing the employee to give her the video. Timing was essential.

A little after 1 AM, Batgirl made her move. The man had left his post behind the counter and was brewing up a fresh pot of coffee. The door jingled as she entered the convenience store and the man casually looked up. When he saw the latex-clad heroine, he almost dropped the box of coffee grounds.

“How…how can I help you Batgirl?”

Batgirl had decided to take a forceful approach and assert her dominance.

“I’m going to need the security footage from last night,” she demanded.

“What?”

“The security tape—I need you to give it to me.”

The man put the coffee grounds down and walked over to the front counter.

“We keep the security footage on a server.” The man gestured towards the computer beside the cash register. “I can download it and give you a copy of it.”

Batgirl shook her head. “I don’t need a copy. I need you to give me the footage from last night.”

It began to dawn on the cashier that Batgirl did not want the footage for some case, she wanted it for personal reasons!

“I can’t just hand over the security footage. I’d be in trouble with my manager if I did.”

“Look here Mitchell,” Batgirl thrust an extended finger against the man’s ID badge, which was pinned to his uniform, “You will give me that security footage!”

The man stepped back, rubbing the spot where Batgirl had jabbed him. “I don’t want to lose my job! I’m sorry Batgirl, I really can’t.”

Batgirl took a deep breath. The forceful tactic was not working. She was feeling tense: at any moment someone might walk into the store and further complicate an already tense situation. ‘Maybe some of Dr. Kinsey’s tactics might work on this guy.’

“Perhaps we can reach a compromise. What can I do to convince you to delete last night’s footage?” And leaning over the counter, she place a gloved hand on the man’s arm.

A thrill of excitement coursed through the clerk. Did Batgirl just suggest…?

Batgirl could see the man’s mind working. Letting go of his arm, she hopped on the counter and struck a power-pose. With her hands on her hips, she looked down at the flabby middle-aged man. This would take some serious effort, but that footage had to be deleted.

“Delete last night’s file and I’ll show you my appreciation.”

What did Batgirl mean by “appreciation”? Looking up at the gorgeous latex-clad heroine, the man began to wonder just what Batgirl’s “appreciation” might involve. His mind began to wander…

“Here, let me help you.” Batgirl hopped off the counter and stood beside the star-eyed clerk. Taking ahold of the man’s arm, she guided him to the computer.

“Now Mitchell, how can we make that little file disappear?” Batgirl cooed in the man’s ear. A passing car’s headlights lit up Batgirl’s face. Those luscious red lips and gorgeous eyes were intensely distracting. The man decided to press his luck—this opportunity could not go to waste!

As with all law-abiding citizens, he was grateful for Batgirl’s presence in Gotham. Her vigilante justice had reduced crime throughout the city. His nightshift had become easier and safer thanks to her work. Yet much like so many, he had a file full of Batgirl jpegs from various fan sites and news reports. And this glorious, sexy superheroine was now standing beside him implying she would be willing to do him a favor!

“I think if I was a bit more relaxed, I could do this for you Batgirl.”

Batgirl nodded. She moved to massage the man’s shoulders. “Here, let me help you relax…Mitch.”

The man was immediately aroused by the feeling of Batgirl’s gloved hands on his shoulders. And hearing her pronounce his name in such a seductive manner was intensely satisfying. Yet a back rub was not what he had in mind—he wanted to feel Batgirl’s gloved hands rubbing him elsewhere.

“I think you can help me better relax by massaging me here,” said the man. He took hold of Batgirl’s hands and started moving them towards his crotch.

“Hey!” Batgirl jerked her hands out of the man’s grip. “How dare you even think about that!”

“We’re talking about my job Batgirl! I’ve worked here for six years. How can you ask me to risk my financial security?”

The man had a point. But she was not going to leave without having those files deleted.

Lights abruptly lit up the convenience store. A truck had pulled into one of the parking spots facing the store. Not wanting to be spotted, Batgirl hurdled the counter and sped out the side door. As she waited in the shadows, she began to understand what she needed to do to have the files deleted.



Ten minutes later, Batgirl walked back in the store. The couple in the truck had left and the station was empty once again, save for one anxious heroine and one overly excited man.

“Okay Mitch, what do you want for those files? And let’s make it quick—I have other matters that need my attention.”

“Right now, this needs my attention,” Mitch pointed at the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Are you serious?!”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

Batgirl rolled her eyes at the tired cliches, both the lame line and the predictable demand. Perhaps it was a comeuppance for all the times she had taunted various criminals, but Batgirl realized—unless she was willing to resort to force—she was going to have to jerk this guy off.

“Where…where do you want to do this?” Batgirl said in resignation.

“We can do it back here,” the man indicated the employee area behind the counter.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

“How about a little enthusiasm Batgirl? Let’s not kill the mood here.”

“Don’t press your luck.” Batgirl looked over the unattractive clerk. ‘I can’t believe this is seriously going to happen,’ the heroine thought to herself as she prepared to disgrace herself.

Batgirl jumped over the counter and stood in front of the man. The two stared at each other: Batgirl looking depressed at the prospect of having to pleasure this middle-aged fat man; the man looking ecstatic at the fantasy of being pleasured by this stunningly sexy latex-clad superheroine.

Realizing the man was not going to lend a hand, Batgirl reached for the man’s jeans and unzipped his pants. She then slipped a hand down beneath his boxers. Grabbing hold of his manhood, Batgirl began stroking him. Hearing the man’s heavy breathing was annoying enough, but having to stand so close to him was disgusting. She tried turning away as she continued her attempts to bring the man to climax. Had she kept an eye on him, she might have dissuaded him from taking a further liberty, as well as spotted the car pulling into the parking lot. Batgirl suddenly felt a firm hand clutching her ass!

“Hey! Hands off my—

But before she could reprimand him for that, a fat hand was squeezing one of her tits! Batgirl was about to slap the man when she caught site of a silhouette walking up to the automatic doors at the front of the store! There was no time for any sort of escape. Dropping to the floor, Batgirl crouched in the tiny space beneath the counter. There was just barely enough room for her between the shelves of cigarettes and the lottery ticket display case.

Batgirl heard to doors open and the electronic “ding” as someone walked into the store. She heard footsteps walking up to the counter, and then realized she was still holding onto the man’s cock! Releasing him, she tried crouching further back beneath the counter, but the space was too small. Looking up, she saw the man’s large erection inches away from her face. ‘How the fuck did I get myself into this situation?!’

The customer was standing at the counter saying something to the clerk. Instead of moving away or surreptitiously zipping up his pants, Mitch merely pressed himself closer against the counter. A hand reached down to one of the shelves beside Batgirl for a carton of cigarettes. But instead of picking up a carton, the hand dropped onto Batgirl’s head. Firmly gripping the back of Batgirl’s mask, Batgirl’s face was shoved into the man’s crotch! Mitch was literally face-fucking her as he was tallying up some customer’s order! The man’s cock smacked Batgirl back-and-forth across her face.

“That will be…thirty-seven sixty-nine,” he said.

The cash register rang out as the money exchanged hands. As the clerk gave the customer his change, he dropped some coins on the ground.

“I’m sorry sir, just give me a second.”

Mitch ducked down to pick up the coins. As he did so, he whispered to Batgirl, “Suck me off and I won’t let this guy know you’re here. Do it now Batgirl.”

Batgirl gasped and tried to pull away, but the space was too confined. Mitch’s hand began tugging on the back of her mask, pulling her head towards his exposed cock.

“Here you go sir,” she heard Mitch say. Then her luscious red lips enveloped the man’s engorged cock. She had no time to consider any alternative short of exposing herself. On her knees in a dirty convenience store, Batgirl proceeded to give her first blow-job.

Mitch moaned upon feeling Batgirl’s lips on his cock.

“You okay pal?”

“I’m…I’m fine. It’s just my back,” said Mitch, arching his back and pushing his manhood deeper into Batgirl’s mouth. She almost gagged! Clinching her eyes shut, Batgirl focused all her might on not making a sound.

“Hope you feel better man.”

“My shift is…just about…done.”

Batgirl felt the man’s hand again on the back of her head. He was shoving himself completely into her! Suddenly she began to taste something in her mouth.

“Take it easy bud.”

“Thank you. Please come again.”

The door opened, the electronic ding sounded, and the door closed once again. Then two hands gripped ahold of Batgirl’s head and the man came in Batgirl’s mouth!

“Oh my god!!” Mitch moaned in ecstasy. Unfortunately, Batgirl had pulled the man’s cock from her mouth while he was still climaxing. Trapped beneath the counter, Batgirl could not move away from the man’s cock as he climaxed. Her face was covered in the man’s cum!

Mitch stepped back in exhaustion and sexual satisfaction. Slowly, Batgirl crawled out from beneath the counter. She was sick with humiliation. Grabbing whatever she could, Batgirl tried to wipe the cum off her face and mask.

“You sick bastard!” she finally shouted at the smiling clerk.

He shrugged sheepishly. “I’m sorry Bargirl. I just lost control. I’m so sorry.” But his smile did not seem to express much remorse. “Here. I’ll delete the files for you right now.”



Batgirl stood in silence behind the clerk—cleaning the cum off her face, mask and the top of her costume—and watched as Mitch deleted the surveillance videos for the past 48 hours. Once she was satisfied there was no trace of any video from either night, Batgirl turned to the clerk. She was livid and her face was red in anger and humiliation.

“If you ever even think about mentioning what happened tonight, I will beat the living shit out of you! You’re a fucking pig!”

The man simply nodded. Nothing he could say would palliate Batgirl. As Batgirl stormed out of the store, Mitch had to resist the urge to blurt out the customary employee line.



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New section added to both to full-length story and just above this post. Batgirl needs to acquire the compromising security footage, but it won't quite be as easy as she hopes.
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That was very good. Batgirl really found herself in a compromising position.
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Batgirl had mixed feelings about attending her next session. She had thoroughly enjoyed her First Time, which was surprising: her girlfriends had told her the first time would be more painful than enjoyable. Perhaps it was Batgirl’s high tolerance for pain, but the loss of her virginity had been profoundly pleasurable. A part of her wanted the man to be a regular part of her therapy. Would Dr. Kinsey use him again? She certainly hoped so!

Despite her carnal desires causing her to look forward to the session, there was a sense of trepidation—Dr. Kinsey was probably going to rebuke her for totally giving herself over to the man, for letting the man have her however he wanted. She recalled Dr. Kinsey’s disappointment and frustration with her. Then there was the recollection of the humiliating events at the Fast and Easy Mart. That had certainly put a damper on Batgirl’s sexual desires. She felt both ashamed and violated from that unfortunate experience, though she rationalized the incident as something she had to do in order to maintain her pristine image. But there was no way she was going to tell Dr. Kinsey about it! She even considered cancelling her next appointment.

But Batgirl’s lust eventually drove her to Dr. Kinsey’s office that Tuesday night. There was also the desire to experience something sexual with someone—anyone—other than that disgusting clerk. Batgirl needed to supplant the memory of Mitch’s blow-job with something she could enjoy. Donning her Batgirl costume, she found herself speeding to her appointment with the desperation to rid herself of all feelings of shame and embarrassment from the Fast and Easy incident. She parked her cycle in the back alley behind the office building, tentatively opened the door and stepped inside the psychologist’s office.

Batgirl was shocked by what she saw! Hanging from the office walls were large glossy photos of Batgirl! And these were no action shots—these were photos of Batgirl in various stages of dress and undress, in assorted sexual situations. Behind the desk sat Dr. Kinsey, wearing only thigh-high boots and arm-length gloves.

“Have a seat Batgirl,” welcomed Dr. Kinsey, gesturing towards the large red leather chair beside her.

Stunned and confused, Batgirl closed the door and walked over to the proffered chair. Sitting down, she looked at the nude Dr. Kinsey. “What is all this?!” she demanded.

“‘This’ is a visual of your lust Batgirl. ‘This’ is what you have become. You are no longer the shrinking violet, the prude heroine, the shy girl. You are now a confident, experienced, sexual experienced woman.

“These visuals that are making you so uncomfortable at the moment need to be embraced before you leave today. What you see is not something that should bring shame but something that should be accepted. Here, watch this.”

Dr. Kinsey turned her laptop to face Batgirl directly. She then opened a file and began playing a video. Batgirl was horrified to see it was a video of her last session—of her First Time.

“I wanted to document this moment for you Batgirl. This was a significant moment for you, and we need to address it properly. I want you to recount for me your thoughts and reactions from last week.”

Batgirl was silent. For a full three minutes, the only sounds came from the video in which Batgirl had been bent over the couch and fucked. It was humiliating listening to her moans and groans. Dr. Kinsey paused the video with the heroine slumped over the backside of the couch. She had anticipated Batgirl’s reticence.

“Look at yourself here.”

Batgirl prepared herself to be firmly reprimanded by her psychologist, but what happened next was entirely unexpected.
“Look at how amazing you look Batgirl. Your lithe, sexy body resting in sexual bliss. Watch how stunning you look when you begin to climax.” Dr. Kinsey started the video over again, pausing every so often to compliment Batgirl’s body and praise her sexual awareness.

“Your body instinctively moves in rhythm with the man’s thrusts. You’re a natural Batgirl!”

Dr. Kinsey adjusted the speed to slow-motion.

“Now watch carefully. This is where you begin to cum. Watch your facial expression—that is one sexy ‘O-face’.”

It began to dawn on the young heroine that Dr. Kinsey was actually proud of her!

“You—you’re not disappointed?”

“I’ll admit, I was hoping you could have focused on escape after your first climax, but my expectations were too high. Considering how much you were primed for your first time with a man, expecting you to pull away and resist him was unrealistic.”

Turning away from the laptop, Dr. Kinsey placed a gloved hand on Batgirl’s thigh and looked the heroine in the eyes. “Your initial protests aside—and I know why you had to pretend you did not want him to fuck you—I was proud to see you willing to give yourself over to the man at my behest. Thank you Batgirl.”

Beneath her mask, Batgirl was blushing deeply. This was, of course, Dr. Kinsey’s plan. Having set up the naive heroine for chastisement, the unexpected praise was all-the-more intense. It had the desired effect on Batgirl: she smiled at Dr. Kinsey, eagerly awaiting whatever Dr. Kinsey had next for her.

“I want to show you how much I appreciate your trust.” Dr. Kinsey turned Batgirl’s chair to face her directly. She sat up and moved directly in front of Batgirl, standing over the heroine.

“You deserve this moment Batgirl. You deserve to feel just how much I appreciate you Batgirl.”

Straddling the heroine, Dr. Kinsey gently caressed the side of Batgirl’s face as she sat down in Batgirl’s lap.

“Do you appreciate what I’m doing for you Batgirl?” Dr. Kinsey spoke in a soft voice. Their faces were little more than inches apart. Batgirl bit her lip. Her entire body was tingling in excitement and anticipation.

“I do Dr. Kinsey. I really do,” Batgirl murmured seductively. Her cheek was brushing up against Dr. Kinsey’s.

“Then I’m going to show you how much I appreciate you Batgirl,” Dr. Kinsey whispered into her ear.

Their lips met. Sensuously and with building passion, the two women expressed their mutual appreciation for one another’s beauty and physique. Dr. Kinsey found herself quickly aroused by the feeling of Batgirl’s firm body beneath her latex costume pressing up against her naked body; Batgirl found herself swiftly aroused by Dr. Kinsey’s hot naked body grinding up against her tight uniform. The kissing and grinding became more passionate, more intense. It was not long before Batgirl’s outfit was wet on both the interior and the exterior. Batgirl became enthusiastic at the realization of how much Dr. Kinsey was turned on. She wanted—needed—to see Dr. Kinsey climax!

Batgirl stood up. Slowly and seductively, she peeled off her skin-tight latex pants. Her breasts bounced firmly as her top came off next. “Is this what you want Dr. Kinsey?”

Dr. Kinsey nodded. She stood up and seductively moved to the couch. “Let’s move to the couch. I want to taste you Batgirl.”

Signaling the heroine to join her on the couch, Batgirl practically fell upon the beautiful naked woman. Dr. Kinsey manipulated Batgirl’s body so the heroine’s hips fell directly on her face, and Dr. Kinsey’s hips pressed up into Batgirl’s face. Batgirl proved herself to be an equal-opportunity lover: she gave as well as she received. Both women’s tongues explored one another’s womanhood, while fingers explored both of each woman’s orifices. The novelty of being 69-ed by Dr. Kinsey while 69-ing her in return was exciting for Batgirl, but she preferred the sensation of their naked bodies slipping up and down against one another while passionately kissing. The heroine preferred watching her psychologist in the thrall of passion while grinding up on her—it was intensely arousing! Batgirl clutched Dr. Kinsey’s bare shoulders and pressed her naked crotch against hers. Moving in rhythm with Dr. Kinsey, Batgirl soon felt herself cumming onto Dr. Kinsey’s sexy body. A deep moan from Dr. Kinsey revealed she was not far away from her own climax.

Gripping Batgirl by the back of her mask, she pulled the heroine’s head back. “I want to see your face when I cum all over you.”

Batgirl increased the intensity of her thrusting. She sensed Dr. Kinsey was close, so very close…

Then it happened.

Dr. Kinsey arched her back, pressed her crotch firmly against Batgirl’s, and yanked off Batgirl’s mask! Then she came all over the heroine.

“My mask! No!!”

Holding Batgirl’s mask triumphantly, Dr. Kinsey looked down at Barbara. She was straddling the unmasked heroine, riding her as she climaxed. Her thighs squeezed against Barbara’s hips as she let herself cum on the heroine.

Barbara tried to hide her face, but to no avail. Already weakened from her climax, her hands were easily pulled aside. Dr. Kinsey’s lips kissed her exposed face. The sexual desire to be enveloped by Dr. Kinsey’s legs, to be kissed all over by Dr. Kinsey’s lips, to feel Dr. Kinsey’s body against hers—it was too much for Barbara. Her resistance melted in Dr. Kinsey’s embrace, and she proceeded to return Dr. Kinsey’s affections. Tossing Batgirl’s mask on the ground, Dr. Kinsey began using her hands to bring Barbara to another powerful orgasm.

Several orgasms later, Barbara was reclining on Dr. Kinsey’s couch with a sense of sexual satisfaction. She had made Dr. Kinsey climax and cum on her! Barbara’s ego—along with her womanhood—had been stroked by Dr. Kinsey’s enthusiastic participation in their sexual dalliance. Being able to sexually satisfy a woman of Dr. Kinsey’s stature and experience was quite the feat.

Dr. Kinsey looked over at the self-satisfied heroine. Barbara was stretched out on the couch, still naked but for her boots and gloves. There was something irresistibly sexy in the contrast of the boots and gloves covering Batgirl’s hands and feet while all her sensuous body parts were naked and glimmering in the office’s warm light.

“Nice to finally make your acquaintance Barbara.”

Barbara started. In her bliss she had forgotten how Dr. Kinsey had removed her mask. Desperately yet pointlessly, Barbara hid her face in her hands.

“How…how do you know—

“Come on Barbara. You’re not nearly as anonymous as you think you are. The gorgeous daughter of the police commissioner is a minor celebrity. And having frequented the Gotham City Library, I have seen you in your civilian role.” Dr. Kinsey winked at Barbara, “You do realize you’re the epitome of the sexy librarian?”

Barbara blushed at the compliment, but she was still anxious: Dr. Kinsey knew her secret identity!

Anticipating Barbara’s concern, Dr. Kinsey moved to alleviate her anxiety. “Barbara, I am your psychologist. By law, I am sworn to secrecy. Even if I wanted to, which I do not, I cannot reveal anything that happens in our sessions. Your secret is safe Batgirl.”

Barbara began to relax. A part of her was almost relieved. She had held onto her secret all this time; perhaps having someone in whom she could confide would be a welcome change.

“Thank you Dr. Kinsey. I appreciate your discretion—you know how critical it is for me to keep my identity completely secret!”

“I do indeed Barbara. And to be quite frank, I appreciate your willingness to confide in me.”

Batgirl hesitated. “But I didn’t! You removed my mask!”

Dr. Kinsey sighed impatiently. “Barbara, I could not have done so if you did not want me to. You were complicit in this revelation. Deep down, you wanted to expose yourself to me.” She put a hand on Barbara’s thigh. “I have sensed this for some time: you’ve needed someone in whom to confide, and who better than your psychologist?”

Barbara had to admit to herself she had longed to open up to someone. Was Dr. Kinsey to be that someone?

“Let’s get dressed. We’ve covered a lot tonight and I want to give you time to digest it all.”

Barbara picked her costume off the floor as Dr. Kinsey pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt from her office closet. The two women began walking out when Dr. Kinsey pinched Batgirl’s firm ass.

“Hey!” Batgirl exclaimed, with only a trace of flirtatiousness.

“Just wanted to see if you were planning on taking your mask with you as well.”

Batgirl jumped! She had almost walked out of Dr. Kinsey’s office exposing herself to anyone who might be out at this time of night! It felt so natural to be walking out of the office with Dr. Kinsey that she had almost forgotten she was Batgirl and not Barbara Gordon at the moment. Was it because Dr. Kinsey had kept referring to her as Barbara?

‘That was a close one!’ she thought to herself as she walked over to the couch and picked up her mask.



On her ride home, Batgirl began to consider whether or not she had chosen to confide in Dr. Kinsey—it was Dr. Kinsey who had intentionally removed her mask and forced her to confide in the psychologist! Was the doctor right? Had her subconscious driven her to let Dr. Kinsey remove her mask?


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Added a new section for the Halloween weekend. Feedback is always appreciated, as I like to go over and improve what I have. Suggestions are also of value, so please feel free to share your thoughts and reactions as I am looking to improve as a writer as well as improve the story.
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Great story. Can't wait to see where this devious thing goes, and only hope it's going to end poorly for Batgirl.
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For several weeks, each session with Dr. Kinsey ended with Batgirl having sex with the same masked man. It was not long before Batgirl had experienced a variety of sexual positions, and Dr. Kinsey had given her the opportunity to experience bondage during some of the sexual trysts. Had Batgirl used her detective skills to rationally and objectively analyze Dr. Kinsey’s sessions, she might have realized how little attention was devoted to her initial issue—being distracted sexually while crimefighting—and how much focus had been placed on satisfying her sexual cravings. Whether Dr. Kinsey had planned for this or if it was the result of watching the gradual sexual debasement of the sexy young heroine, the sessions had become more of an exercise in sexual creativity than sexual control. But Dr. Kinsey’s plan to mentally dominate Batgirl had come to fruition: the heroine had completely given in to her psychologist; she had stopped questioning any of Dr. Kinsey’s requests and had become a willing participant in all of her therapy treatments.

Batgirl was in the process of cleaning herself off after her most recent series of climaxes. Perhaps it was the frequency of her sexcapades, but Batgirl had found herself climaxing earlier than usual. Part of it may have been due to her eager anticipation of the night’s activities, part of it may have been due to the skill with which her body was manipulated by Dr. Kinsey and her various assistants—the doctor had been taking notes on what caused Batgirl greater stimulation and excitement. Either way, Batgirl was becoming frustrated.

“Is there some way I can…um…extend my climaxes?”

Dr. Kinsey leaned back in her chair and looked up at the masked heroine. “I may have a few ideas. Would you like me to show you?”

Batgirl nodded eagerly! She had been enjoying her time with the masked man—being taken over and over again in Dr. Kinsey’s office had become the focus part of her week. The excitement she felt upon entering the office was more intense than anything she had felt fighting crime.

Tossing the towel aside and reaching for her latex pants, Batgirl looked up at Dr. Kinsey. “Any chance you can show me…tonight?”

“Tonight won’t work. But if you truly want to extend your climaxes, you’re going to have to follow through on my instructions until our next session.”

Batgirl agreed as she pulled on her pants. Being exposed in front of Dr. Kinsey had become so common, Batgirl felt it strange she ever felt self-conscious stripping in front of the doctor.

“You need to resist giving yourself any sexual attention until next week—

“What?!” Batgirl paused as she was tugging on her latex pants. Did Dr. Kinsey realize what she was asking of her?

“—until next week Batgirl. If you want to extend your climaxes, you’re going to have to do that.”

Batgirl sighed. She had gotten in the habit of satisfying herself regularly between sessions. A full week with no sexual attention?!

“We don’t have to do this Batgirl. Tell you what: I’ll prepare for our next session for either eventuality. If you can hold out, we can try out a few of my ideas; if you cannot hold out, we can continue on our current course.”

“Thank you Dr. Kinsey.”



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The week between sessions had been excruciatingly slow! Batgirl had almost given in to her sexual needs several times, but the thought of what an extended climax would feel like had fascinated her. Riding her Batcycle to the session, Batgirl was tingling with excitement. She was already beginning to get wet by the time she entered Dr. Kinsey’s office.

“I did it!” Batgirl almost shouted in triumph.

Batgirl’s enthusiasm was charming. Her adorable smile and the sparkle in her eyes captivated Dr. Kinsey. Batgirl was going to receive some very personal attention from her tonight.

Clapping her hands to reciprocate Batgirl’s enthusiasm, Dr. Kinsey greeted the heroine and gestured to the black case beside her desk. “Well done Batgirl! I was hoping you could control yourself for the week. Tonight should be a special night for you—I brought something special for you."

A shudder of excitement and anticipation coursed through Batgirl’s body. She suddenly noticed Dr. Kinsey was wearing quite the unusual outfit: her psychologist was dressed in a black catsuit with knee-high boots!

“You look amazing Dr. Kinsey!” Batgirl blurted out, then immediately blushed. But Dr. Kinsey merely smiled at the compliment.

“Let’s get you ready Batgirl.”

Batgirl found herself spread out and bent over Dr. Kinsey’s desk. Her arms and legs were bound and tied to the legs of Dr. Kinsey’s desk. Dr. Kinsey stepped back to look at the restrained heroine. The tight body clad in latex shone in the dim glow of the office light. Dr. Kinsey took a deep breath. Over the last few months, she had found herself more and more drawn to the young heroine. She licked her lips as she gently placed her hands on Batgirl’s firm ass. Slowly she began rubbing the cool latex covering Batgirl’s backside, then between the heroine’s thighs. The warmth coming from Batgirl’s crotch was palpable through the skintight fabric.

‘Got to take this slow,’ Dr. Kinsey thought to herself. Tonight was going to be something special, and she did not want to hurry it.

Hearing Batgirl moaning as her hands moved over the heroine’s womanhood confirmed Batgirl’s readiness. Dr. Kinsey slowly unbuckled Batgirl’s utility belt and dropped it to the floor beside the desk. ‘Slow. Got to keep things slow,’ Dr. Kinsey kept reminding herself. The urge to just take Batgirl immediately and forcefully was powerful, but though it would be intensely satisfying it would not serve her purpose.

Batgirl felt Dr. Kinsey’s hands slip beneath her latex pants. Gently, Dr. Kinsey’s hands moved down Batgirl’s thighs; Batgirl’s pants slid down along with Dr. Kinsey’s hands. With her pants down around her knees and her body restrained and bent over the desk, Batgirl’s body was ready to be taken: her moaning was audible, her thighs were spread, her pussy was wet, and her lust was primed.

But Dr. Kinsey waited, hesitated. The intense excitement and thrill of the moment was beyond Dr. Kinsey’s expectations. She anticipated the warm feeling of pressing her fingers up and into Batgirl’s sopping wet pussy, feeling Batgirl’s body shudder in sexual bliss upon penetrating her, watching Batgirl strain against her bondage in climax. Dr. Kinsey wanted to savor the moment. But a moment was all she could wait. Batgirl’s body was too inviting, too alluring.

Batgirl’s lust was building in anticipation. What was taking Dr. Kinsey so long?! She was open to her, waiting for her. ‘Just do it already!’ "Are you just going to look at me doc, or are you going to fuck me?"

“I’m going to fuck you hard tonight Batgirl. But before that, I have one little extra detail.” Dr. Kinsey placed a ball-gag in Batgirl’s and tied it tight against the back of her mask. She then gently fingered the contours of the Batgirl’s welcoming pussy, tickling and teasing the sexually starving heroine.

Batgirl almost creamed when she felt Dr. Kinsey penetrated her! The week-long sexual hiatus had primed Batgirl for a fast and powerful orgasm. She bit down hard on the ball-gag, trying hard to restrain her body from climaxing so quickly. But it was not going well for the heroine. Already she was starting to cum. She clenched her eyes and bit down harder.

“Ungh!!”

Batgirl suddenly felt an intensely strange sensation!

‘Did she just shove something…up my ass?!’

Batgirl was flustered. What was Dr. Kinsey doing?! She strained against the ropes, but Dr. Kinsey had her tightly restrained. Batgirl bucked and flailed to remove whatever it was Dr. Kinsey had shoved up her ass. But try as she might, Batgirl could do nothing.

Dr. Kinsey was smiling. Her fingers will still deep in Batgirl’s pussy, yet she had not felt Batgirl’s cum begin to flow. As Dr. Kinsey continued to manipulate Batgirl’s womanhood, she maintained her focus on the smooth rod she was currently pushing in and out of Batgirl’s ass.

As Dr. Kinsey continued to play with Batgirl’s body, the heroine’s struggles against the rod began to lessen. With Batgirl’s muscles beginning to relax, Dr. Kinsey pressed the rod deeper into the heroine while simultaneously moving her fingers faster and faster in and out of Batgirl’s pussy.

Suddenly, Batgirl felt whatever was up her ass yanked out! With the device’s removal, Batgirl suddenly realized how intensely aroused she had been. Dr. Kinsey’s skilled manipulation of her pussy had her on the brink of climaxing, yet her focus on the device up her ass had kept her at that heightened point of orgasm. With its removal, Batgirl’s body abruptly relaxed and she came all over the desk.

Dr. Kinsey felt the familiar warmth flowing from Batgirl’s pussy. Pulling out of the heroine, she stepped back and watched as Batgirl continued her climax.

‘Time for some personal satisfaction.’ Dr. Kinsey walked over to her black case and snapped it open. Had Batgirl not been overly focused on enjoying her orgasm, she would have seen her psychologist pulling some sort of belt from the case. But the heroine merely relaxed against the desk and caught her breath. She heard Dr. Kinsey unzipping something. Then she saw Dr. Kinsey’s catsuit land in front of her on the leather chair.

‘What is she doing?’

Batgirl began to wriggle against her restraints. She wanted to give Dr. Kinsey feedback on her new tactic—she was not sure how she should feel about the process. Yet the doctor had made no move to undo her restraints.

Dr. Kinsey inhaled deeply. ‘And now for my fun.’

The doctor had been waiting for this very moment. The plan she had set in motion when Batgirl first walked into her office had finally come to fruition: Batgirl was restrained and bent over her desk, helpless to deny Dr. Kinsey from doing anything she wanted. She would now take the heroine, mind and body. Grabbing Batgirl’s exposed hips, Dr. Kinsey thrust herself up against Batgirl. The device connected to Dr. Kinsey’s belt was buried deep into the helpless heroine’s pussy.

Batgirl moaned against her gag as Dr. Kinsey pressed herself hard against Batgirl’s firm body. The feeling of her skin pressing up against Batgirl’s smooth skin was intensely sensual! Dr. Kinsey wanted to feel as much of Batgirl’s body against hers. She pushed herself harder and harder against the spread-eagle heroine. Their bodies began to sweat as the two women rubbed up against one another.

From her time studying Batgirl, Dr. Kinsey had compiled a psychological profile on the young heroine. She was a fairly easy study, which had made it easy to manipulate her into doing what Dr. Kinsey wanted. Steadily and meticulously, Dr. Kinsey probed deeper into Batgirl’s psyche, gleaning from the sessions different tactics to physically and mentally dominate her. One by one, Dr. Kinsey used those tactics to debase Batgirl, to reduce her to little more than a masked nymphomaniac. What Batgirl had feared when she was first introduced to the concept of sex therapy was coming to pass: Batgirl was becoming a slut.

All of Dr. Kinsey’s skills as a sex therapist were now in full effect. She taunted and teased the bound heroine as her hands worked over Batgirl’s most sensual body parts, all while pumping Batgirl repeatedly. Despite her recent sexual awakening, Batgirl was in no way prepared for the combination of psychological and sensual tactics Dr. Kinsey was using on her. The stroking, massaging, rubbing and pounding worked in tandem with the mental games Dr. Kinsey was playing on Batgirl.

‘Time to fuck Batgirl’s petulance, arrogance and attitude out of her!’

This was the part Dr. Kinsey would truly enjoy. But before she could indulge in the physical pleasure, she wanted to enjoy a bit more psychological pleasure.

“Now that we’ve given your ass a little attention this evening, are you ready for the real deal?”

‘What…what is she—

“I’m going to fuck you up the ass Batgirl! I’m going to give it to you…hard! Now relax or this is not going to be as pleasurable as before.”

Batgirl shook her head in protest. She tried begging Dr. Kinsey to stop, but the ball-gag was still firmly in her mouth; she could only whimper in protest.

“Remember how tough you are, what a badass you are? Now it’s time to give that badass some proper attention!”

Dr. Kinsey pulled back, letting Batgirl’s hips drop. She paused for a moment.

‘This has to be savored. I’m about to fuck Batgirl up the ass! Can’t believe this is actually going to happen!’ Despite being one of the most renown psychologists in her field, this moment rendered Dr. Kinsey into a young schoolgirl about to experience her first time. She was about to have her way with the one and only Batgirl!

“Enjoy this Batbitch!”

Batgirl felt Dr. Kinsey’s device abruptly shoved deep into her ass! It was harder and larger than whatever Dr. Kinsey had used on her before. Whereas she had felt more shock the first time Dr. Kinsey had gently pushed a smooth rod up her backside, Batgirl felt obscenely violated having Dr. Kinsey shove the larger, thicker device up her ass!

Batgirl gagged as she felt herself ruthlessly penetrated! Gasping and heaving, she managed to spit out the ball-gag.

“Please stop Dr. Kinsey! I can’t take this!!” Batgirl begged.

“But you’re going to take this!” taunted Dr. Kinsey, ignoring Batgirl’s pleading. Harder and faster, Dr. Kinsey thrust herself into the restrained heroine.

“Noooo!!!!” cried the helpless heroine.

“This is called being ass-fucked Batgirl. How do you like it?”

“Please…no more,” Batgirl whimpered. But her pathetic pleas only served to further excite the doctor. Harder and faster, she continued to hungrily take the humiliated Batgirl.

“Just—relax—Batgirl,” Dr. Kinsey suggested between thrusts. “Relax—and take it!”

And Batgirl took it. Repeatedly and forcefully. All the sexual frustration Dr. Kinsey felt each time she refrained from enjoying Batgirl in the past was being released onto the heroine.

Batgirl was taken over and over. Dr. Kinsey’s fingers played with Batgirl’s wet pussy while her rod penetrated Batgirl’s tight ass. The sexual abuse and psychological humiliation was devastating to the young heroine. By the time Dr. Kinsey felt herself fully satisfied, Batgirl was a quivering mess.

Dr. Kinsey finally climaxed. Pushing her hips hard against Batgirl’s backside, she pressed her rod once more deep into Batgirl. Then she let herself cum. Panting in sexual exhaustion and satisfaction, Dr. Kinsey’s naked body fell on top of the violated heroine.

After enjoying the feeling of Batgirl’s naked body against hers, Dr. Kinsey got off the heroine and walked over to her chair to pick up her catsuit. While she put the outfit back on, she watched the helpless heroine. She was curious to see how Batgirl would react from the experience. Regardless of her reaction, Dr. Kinsey had prepared a variety of contingency plans for the disgraced heroine.

“How was it for you Batgirl?” Dr. Kinsey asked as she zipped up her catsuit.

Batgirl was just a blubbering mess writhing on Dr. Kinsey’s desk. The dismantling of Batgirl was complete: the overconfident and arrogant heroine had been thoroughly fucked out of Barbara. Quivering in shame and intimidation, she slowly looked up at Dr. Kinsey who was pulling a laptop from one of the desk drawers.

“Before I untie you, I want you to watch this.” Dr. Kinsey placed her laptop in front of Batgirl’s face. Over the next 10 minutes, Batgirl realized how compromised she truly was. Watching a compilation of her various sexual dalliances over the past four months made it clear: Dr. Kinsey was in control. Through her tears, she watched herself being taken over and over and over again.

Dr. Kinsey snapped close the laptop. Putting it back into the drawer, she walked behind the subdued heroine.

“I’m not showing this to you as a form of humiliation Batgirl, I am showing you this so you can better understand who you truly are.” Dr. Kinsey began loosening the ropes restraining Batgirl’s legs. “When I first started working with you, I thought we could alleviate your urges by acknowledging them and then satisfying them on a superficial level. You proved that to be an impossibility: your urges were too deep and too repressed.

“We needed to throughly explore your sexual proclivities and desires, to go beyond your conscious desires to your subconscious needs. We have finally started to reach the full depths of your desire for sexual depravity.” To punctuate the point, Dr. Kinsey pressed a finger up Batgirl’s ass. Batgirl gave out a mild gasp, but she remained relatively motionless.

“In doing so, we are able to fulfill those subconscious needs and prevent you from intentionally putting yourself in a perilous situation. Whereas before we plumbed the depths of your needs, you may have lost focus in a critical situation and allowed yourself to be beaten, captured and taken. After today’s breakthrough, you have made yourself less prone to that self-defeating urge.”

Dr. Kinsey moved back around her desk and untied Batgirl’s arms. Batgirl still lay slumped on the desk. Tenderly, Dr. Kinsey pulled Batgirl to her feet, then helped her walk over to the couch.

“Have a seat.”

Batgirl sat sideways on the couch, gingerly adjusting herself to avoid putting any pressure on her ass. The young heroine began to whimper and sob.

“How…how could you do this to me doctor?”

Dr. Kinsey sat beside Batgirl and began soothing and caressing her.

“This had to happen Batgirl. There was no way around it: you needed me to do this to you. As I said, your subconscious is your greatest threat. Without these experiences, you would eventually fall prey to your subconscious and found yourself in some truly perilous situation. What we have done here is forced you to confront your dark desires while satisfying your sexual needs.”

Dr. Kinsey was stroking Batgirl’s arm as she continued to explain: “I know right now this is not making much sense, but you need to trust me. I had to treat you the way some men want to treat you—like a nice piece of ass. You need to know what is out there and what might happen to you if you lose focus in a critical moment. You do trust me, don’t you Batgirl?”

Batgirl slowly nodded her head, though she was barely conscious of what Dr. Kinsey was saying. She just knew she had to give in to Dr. Kinsey—the woman knew her secret identity, her secret desires, her secret thoughts. Batgirl could not allow herself to be skeptical of Dr. Kinsey’s motives; the mere thought of any ulterior motives was too frightening to consider.

“Let’s plan on a session three weeks from now. You’re going to need time to process today’s therapy.” Dr. Kinsey sat up and walked over to her desk to retrieve her planner. “How does Tuesday the 18th sound?”

Once again, Batgirl merely nodded. She just wanted to be home.

“Good. I’ll schedule you for the usual time on the 29th. Now let’s get you dressed.”

Batgirl was suddenly aware that she was still naked. Dr. Kinsey picked up Batgirl’s pants and top and handed them to the heroine. Batgirl had to remove her boots in order to gingerly pull her pants back on. Once dressed, Batgirl carefully sat up and quietly made her way to the door.

“Oh, and Miss Gordon?”

Batgirl grimaced in pain as she nearly lost her balance—she was still unused to Dr. Kinsey calling her by her secret identity. She looked over at Dr. Kinsey, who was sitting at her desk writing notes in her planner. Without looking up, the psychologist called out to Batgirl: “You may want to take it easy for a few days before taking on any late night activities.”

Batgirl sat gingerly on her Batcycle as she drove home. Her ass was sore and sensitive: every pothole made her squeal in pain and her vision was blurred by her tears. At one point she had to pull over and compose herself before continuing the long drive home.
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A new section has been added. Dr. Kinsey has pushed things beyond Batgirl's comfort zone...
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Batgirl took the full two weeks to recover from the session. She recovered physically in a little over two days, but mentally she struggled to regain just a portion of her self-confidence. Being sexually dominated against her will by Dr. Kinsey had created self-doubt—she began to see herself being captured and dominated in various crimefighting scenarios. A series of “what ifs” flooded through her mind. Her Batgirl costumes were left untouched for the two weeks, hidden away in her closet’s secret compartment.

That all changed during the third week of Barbara’s hiatus as Batgirl.

Barbara had finished early at the Gotham City Public Library and was walking over to her gym when she saw a mugging brazenly taking place in broad daylight. Some young punk had grabbed an elderly woman’s purse and was sprinting down the crowded sidewalk, weaving through the stunned onlookers. Acting on instinct, Barbara dropped down and spun to her side, extending her leg as she spun around just as the man tried to pass her. The punk fell flailing onto the cement sidewalk. A second later, Barbara was sitting on the man’s back, restraining him. Two men from the crowd jumped in to help her restrain the thief.

After the police took the man away, the crowd broke out into a spontaneous ovation. Barbara blushed in embarrassment. She was unaccustomed to the adulation of an appreciative audience. As Batgirl, she left the scene after properly restraining the criminals and contacting the authorities. As Barbara, she was able to bask in the appreciation of the crowd.

In that moment, she was taken back to her previous moment of celebration—as Batgirl standing in front of the crowd at Gotham City Hall. Barbara suddenly had an urge to put her costume back on.

That weekend, Barbara’s ego was further stroked by an editorial in The Gotham Tribune. A young reporter had written a piece about Batgirl, recalling the superheroine’s contributions to the city and asking why she had suddenly disappeared. Further on in the article were testimonials from citizens who had been rescued in some capacity by the Caped Crusaderette. That night, Barbara cut out the article and tacked it to her bedroom wall. Then she put on her Batgirl costume. Though she kept to the rooftops and spent the night patrolling with no intent of directly involving herself in any conflict—she called in some suspicious activities to Gotham PD—it felt good to be moving about again as Batgirl under the cover of darkness.

Batgirl’s hiatus had led to an uptick in crime. However, that uptick was marked by some brazen actions of relatively inexperienced criminals. By the end of the third week, Batgirl finally engaged. She had no trouble laying out three thieves, a mugger and two vandals. With her confidence growing over the course of her first night back in action, Batgirl began to feel a sense of empowerment and a lust for danger.

The night was getting late when Batgirl dropped in a man accosting a woman in a side alley off of one of the main boulevards going through the center of Gotham’s business district. She recognized the man as one of Gotham’s more violent pimps, and his treatment of one of his working girls was worthy of his reputation.

Descending from the rooftop, Batgirl jumped from the fire escape ladder and landed directly on top of the man. A kick to the face rendered him practically unconscious.

But Batgirl’s youth and ignorance would soon put her in a precarious situation. Straddling the incapacitated pimp, Batgirl began to lecture the man.

“Think twice before you ever lay a hand on a woman!”

Holding the man by the lapels of his gaudy pink shirt, Batgirl slapped the man in the same manner she had seen him slapping the woman.

“You like being treated like this, you filthy piece of trash? Next time you—

Batgirl never finished her sentence. She found herself on her back, dazed and seeing stars. Another powerful blow to the back of her head almost knocked her completely out. Writhing on the ground, Batgirl tried to crawl away, but a kick to her midsection flipped her on her back. Through the haze of a pounding headache, she could make out the figure of the woman she had rescued standing over her.

“Wh…why—

Batgirl’s head snapped back as the woman broke the pimp’s cane against her face. She fell to the ground unconscious.

The woman gently helped the pimp back to his feet. “You okay Sugar Bear?”

“That fucking bitch!” Sugar Bear stumbled to where Batgirl’s prone body lay in a puddle near the back of the alley.

“Pick her up. I’m going to take the money you owe me out of her ass.”

“You got it babe.”

Sugar Bear’s woman reached down and, holding the heroine beneath the arms, hoisted up Batgirl. She was having some trouble: Batgirl’s muscular physique, costume, cape and utility belt weighed more than the woman had anticipated.
The pimp began slapping Batgirl around. “Wake up Batgirl. I’ve got a little something for you.”

The heroine gradually began to regain consciousness.

“There you are Batbitch,” Sugar Bear taunted her. “Guess things didn’t go like you expected. My bitches are loyal to me, something you need to learn.”

Batgirl could taste blood in her mouth as her face was rocked side-to-side by Sugar Bear’s slaps.

“You think you can mess with my business? I’ll make you my business! I’ll turn your ass out—you’ll be my top earner Batgirl! With your tits and ass, I’ll be able to retire in a year.” He squeezed Batgirl’s breasts while she moaned helplessly.

“Let’s see about that little Batsnatch of yours.”

The man cupped Batgirl’s crotch and began to grope Batgirl’s womanhood. Still trying to regain her bearings, Batgirl’s resistance was little more than a whimper—the man slapped her hands away and continued to rub Batgirl’s crotch.

“Let’s see if we can’t get you in the mood.”

The warmth and wetness he could feel beneath Batgirl’s costume confirmed his efforts were having a the desired effect on the heroine.

Batgirl felt her legs begin to weaken as an old familiar sensation began to spread from her womanhood to the rest of her body. She leaned forward against the man and felt herself involuntarily spread her thighs. If only he could push harder against the tight latex fabric. Batgirl wanted more stimulation. It had been too long since her last sexual experience and her body was desperate for some sexual release. Unfortunately, this guy did not seem to be able to provide it. Though he was getting her wet, he was not close to stimulating her the way Dr. Kinsey could.

Batgirl began to realize she was in control of herself. Having experienced so many different sexual romps with Dr. Kinsey and her “assistants” had rendered this pimp’s rough attempt to sexually humiliate her essentially meaningless. Considering her recent sexual humiliations, when Sugar Bear slipped his hand down Batgirl’s pants and began finger-fucking her, she was able to maintain her focus. Admittedly, she did put on a bit of a show: she moaned and swayed in Sugar Bear’s grip as she let him finger her into a mild orgasm.

‘Damn! I needed that.’ Batgirl shook her head and cleared her mind. Having let herself cum, it was time to concentrate on taking down Sugar Bear and his woman.

“Check it out! I’ve got Batbitch cumming—“Check it out! I’ve got Batbitch cumming—

Sugar Bear never finished his sentence. Batgirl drove the back of her head against the woman holding her up. Unexpected and vicious in its power, the blow dropped the woman to the ground. She was completely out. Before Sugar Bear could remove his hand from Batgirl’s pants, the superheroine had kneed him firmly between the legs.

“Ugh!”

The pimp released Batgirl and doubled over in pain. Twirling around, Batgirl leveled him with a powerful kick to the face. He stumbled back against the cement wall. A roundhouse dropped him to the ground. Batgirl soon had him hogtied and helpless in the alley. She looked over at the prostitute who was still unconscious. Confirming her vital signs were fine, Batgirl swiftly climbed back up the fire escape ladder and radioed in the call to Gotham PD. Then she sat down on the rooftop and looked out at the city lights. Breathing deeply, she felt herself recover from the beating she had just taken. As she recovered, she found herself wanting to tell Dr. Kinsey about how she had overcome her lust and escape a perilous situation. As she thought about Dr. Kinsey, she could not help picturing the doctor in that black catsuit and those knee-high boots. The warmth between Batgirl’s thighs began to spread…



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Added a new section above and to the complete story at the top of the thread. And as always, feedback is appreciated.
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That was very good. Liked the way Batgirl got herself out of this situation. Maybe the next villain who has Batgirl in his mercy could do something similar. A pimp would try and make her one of his women though. You are very good at this.

Maybe the next villain, and his minions so something as similar as making her dance for them or rubbing in between her legs making them forget the robbery they were commiting or better yet take her to their hide out.
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Very happy to see this last chapter focussing on BG on the streets, facing peril against common criminals, instead of the focus being in the psychologist’s office. More please!
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I wonder if this story will ever be continued or it's doomed to be one of those stories with no ending.
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It's been 6 weeks with Christmas in that, cut the author some slack
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“What do you have planned for me this time doctor?” asked an eager and willing Batgirl. The steady increase in the sexual exploitation of the young superheroine was having the precise effect Dr. Kinsey had anticipated—and hoped—would happen. Though there was no way she could know about Batgirl’s run-in with Sugar Bear, Dr. Kinsey had put things in motion to insure Batgirl’s sexual proclivities would place her in potentially perilous situations. By familiarizing Batgirl with men wanting to please her, Dr. Kinsey had created a mental barrier between Batgirl’s lust for sexual attention from anonymous men and Batgirl’s self-preservation in perilous situations. As a result, Batgirl had become overly confident in accosting masculine criminals. Though she was stronger than the average man, Batgirl was not invulnerable. Her encounter with Sugar Bear should have made her aware of that; her arrogance prevented that awareness from setting in.

Dr. Kinsey had pushed things with the heroine during their last session, which had led her to delay Batgirl’s next session for three weeks. As intended, the delay had caused Batgirl to crave more sexual attention from her (the brief sexual attention from Sugar Bear only served to intensify Batgirl’s craving). Having taken both Batgirl’s virginity and her dignity, Dr. Kinsey felt confident in pushing the young heroine’s boundaries further.

“Before we start, I want you to do something important for me. I want you to remove your mask Batgirl.” Dr. Kinsey paused to let her words sink in before continuing. “We need to further establish our trust and relationship. When you wear your mask during our sessions, you are creating a barrier between us—metaphorically and literally.”

Batgirl hesitated.

“You see my point?” asked Dr. Kinsey. “Despite already knowing your identity Barbara, you still hesitate to remove your mask. Ask yourself why that might be. You know we are alone, yet you insist on keeping your mask on throughout our sessions.

“The mask is a psychological tool you use to separate Barbara from Batgirl. Clearly you need to do so in order to maintain the safety of Barbara Gordon and her family and friends, but you are also using the mask to create a separation between Barbara’s needs and Batgirl’s desires. We need to start merging the two identities into one. The significance of the mask needs to be limited to masking your identity, not changing it.”

It was a lot for Batgirl to consider. She had been looking down at Dr. Kinsey’s desk as the psychologist had been talking. Now she looked up at Dr. Kinsey. “Is that what has caused my feelings of conflict?”

Dr. Kinsey nodded. “Yes. You as Batgirl have been expanding your sexual boundaries—Batgirl has explored her sexual desires and acted upon them. Yet Barbara Gordon has remained conspicuously absent from that process. She is struggling in acknowledging what Batgirl has allowed herself to do. By unmasking Batgirl during our private sessions, Barbara Gordon will be acknowledging her complicity in Batgirl’s sexual activities.”

“Then why shouldn’t I just come to our sessions as Barbara Gordon?”

‘Because then I wouldn’t get to see that body of yours in that sexy skin-tight latex outfit,’ Dr. Kinsey thought to herself. She smiled at Batgirl. “We are addressing Batgirl’s needs. If you come dressed as Barbara Gordon, then we will only be treating Barbara Gordon. Batgirl’s needs—all of her needs—will be unfulfilled.”

The insinuation did not go unnoticed. She hesitated, but her gloved hands slowly moved to her mask. Batgirl gently pulled back the mask to reveal the gorgeous face of Barbara Gordon.

“Thank you Batgirl.”

The heroine began to relax, and her mind focused on Dr. Kinsey’s point about Batgirl’s needs going unfulfilled. Wasn’t it time for the doctor to begin fulfilling her needs? She hoped so.

But Dr. Kinsey held back, and Batgirl soon found herself disappointed. The first session after the three week hiatus was quite sedated compared to any other session. Dr. Kinsey spent the majority of the time building up Batgirl’s confidence; she gave no attention to Batgirl’s hints and insinuations and requests for some sort of sexual attention.

The session took on a different tone when Batgirl recounted her run-in with Sugar Bear. As she described her temporary loss of consciousness, a strange expression came over Dr. Kinsey’s face.

“Hold on a second. Are you telling me you were knocked out?! This is a very serious matter Batgirl.”

“It was only for a minute or so. Nothing bad happened,” Batgirl protested.

“Don’t try to mitigate this situation. We should have anticipated the risk of you losing consciousness while crimefighting.”

“What can we do about that? It’s not as though I plan on being knocked out.”

“You’re right, of course,” said Dr. Kinsey. “But we can work on some contingency plans. As we are working to prepare you to resist your sexual urges when you are acting as Batgirl, we can also prepare you to in the event you are knocked out in combat.”

“Is that possible?” asked the curious crusader.

“It is…to some extent. What we want to do is help you help you regain your senses the moment you awaken. If you panic or lose your bearings, you’re going to lose valuable time in attempting to free yourself.”

“So how do we do this?” asked Batgirl.

“I can’t tell you now,” answered Dr. Kinsey, “but you’ll know after our next session. Shall we schedule you for Monday night?”

Batgirl nodded.

“Good. Now let’s return to your description of the other night’s events.”

Batgirl continued her recount of the events, putting a special emphasis on her beatdown of Sugar Bear.



The following week came with a sense of trepidation. Batgirl anxiously sat down on the couch and looked up at Dr. Kinsey, who had just pulled out a cardboard box from her desk drawer.

“Don’t forget about the mask Batgirl.”

Batgirl pulled back her mask and ran a gloved hand through her hair.

Dr. Kinsey glanced up as the heroine unmasked. There was something amazingly erotic in watching Batgirl remove her mask. She smiled as she looked at the unmasked heroine.

“You’re going to have to trust me on this Batgirl. Now relax, this is not going to hurt.” Dr. Kinsey opened the box as she walked over to where Batgirl sat rigidly on the edge of the couch. Though the heroine was comfortable enough to remove her mask, she was still anxious—just what did Dr. Kinsey have in mind as a contingency plan for losing consciousness?

“Sit back and take a deep breath.”

Batgirl reclined on the couch. But just as she began to take a deep breath, Dr. Kinsey—who was standing behind the couch—shoved a strange-smelling cloth in her face! Batgirl gasped and tried to wriggle free, but Dr. Kinsey had positioned herself firmly behind the couch and had a powerful hold on the heroine. Batgirl would soon come to recognize the debilitating odor of chloroform. The room began to spin as Batgirl’s eyelids became heavy and her struggles weakened. She was soon in the warm embrace of the powerful chloroform.

Batgirl lay unconscious on the couch. Dr. Kinsey walked over to her desk and removed a unique-looking set of headphones. She placed them over the unconscious heroine’s ears. Then she pressed a button on the headphones.

‘Now let’s see how susceptible Bat-babe is to subliminal messaging.’

While the headphones played a strange message into the unsuspecting heroine’s ears, Dr. Kinsey tied up the unconscious heroine’s arms and legs. Batgirl had been given a concentrated dose of the chloroform, and it was over a half hour before she slowly began to regain her senses. When Dr. Kinsey saw Batgirl regaining her consciousness, she removed the headphones and quickly pulled Batgirl’s mask back over her face. The headphones were placed back in the top desk drawer.

“Wh…what’s going on here?” mumbled Batgirl as she tried to shake off the effect of the chloroform.

“You’ve just been knocked out Batgirl. You’re waking up to find yourself in some villain’s clutches, trussed up and helpless.”

“What are you talking about?” Batgirl was confused. Her arms were tightly bound behind her back and her ankles were tied together.

“We are re-enacting a possible capture. Should you be knocked out, we can anticipate that any person with a set of eyes is not going to leave you lying unconscious on the ground while they make their escape.” Dr. Kinsey fingers slowly traced Batgirl’s curves as she walked alongside the restrained heroine. “They’re going to be highly motivated to restrain you and take you with them…to enjoy you at their leisure in the safety of some hideout or abandoned building.”

This made sense.

“In their haste to make their escape, they won’t have time to undress you. So we can assume you will be restrained with your costume on. There are only so many ways to restrain an unconscious heroine, so you may want to design some added components hidden in your gloves and boots.”

This too made sense.

“As you cannot anticipate when you will be knocked out and how you will be restrained, you’re going to be randomly knocked out and then restrained in a different position. This way we can anticipate some of the risks, prepare you to overcome your bondage, and ensure you defeat your captor.”

And this also made a lot of sense.

“Now do your best to remove these ropes.”

It took some time, but Batgirl was eventually able to loosen the ropes binding her wrists. Removing the ropes around her ankles, Batgirl stood up and tossed the restraints on Dr. Kinsey’s desk.

“Not bad Batgirl, not bad. But we need to help you recover faster from your unconscious state. Every second will be precious. Once your captor has you in a safe place, he or she is going to turn all their focus to satisfying their vile urges upon your body.”

Batgirl nodded slowly. What if Sugar Bear had managed to captured her? She became distracted at the thought of being bound and gagged while some pimp fondled and f—

“Batgirl! Focus now! When you start to come out of your state of unconsciousness, you’re going to have to get your bearings quickly. Any distracting thoughts or subconscious desires will hinder you from freeing yourself.”

“I’m sorry Dr. Kinsey.”

“It’s okay Batgirl. But before we meet again next week, I want you to consider some alterations to your costume—anything you can add to your outfit that may help you undo any restraints.”

Batgirl agreed to Dr. Kinsey’s request. On her ride home, she began devising various features to cut or loosen restraints. By the time she arrived at her apartment, she already had two feasible ideas.
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A new section added for the new year.
For what it's worth, I plan on working on this story as a hobby for a bit longer and seeing where it can go. My hope is to update fairly regularly. I don't know how many people are enjoying the story; this is more of a fun activity for me during some free time. That said, if there actually is a fair amount of interest I would be more than happy to try to keep a more regular pace going. (It's been nice to receive the occasional post and quality feedback.)
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I'm enjoying this story!!
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As always, keep going...interesting!
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Very good and fun. Please continue.
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@ ton, bobcashman, Bronson881,
Thanks for the comments, and glad to hear you're finding the story worth reading. I'll put in some more time this week then to add to a key sequence I'm tinkering with at the moment.
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