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Breaking in the Batgirls	By : SmutSenpai Category: DC Verse Comics > Batgirl Views: 281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In an instant Cassandra felt her mind change as her love and adoration for the man she stared at turned to complete loathing. He had removed the psychic commands that forced her to act like a horny, star struck girl around him. She was Batgirl again.
“You...” She snarled, rage starting to well up inside her. “You evil bastard...!”
It was only her extensive training that held her back from throwing herself at him and attacking with berserk wrath. She only had one chance here. Her mind had already assessed the reality of the fight that was before her. She was tired, worn out with fatigue. There was a dildo pushed up deep into her vagina and a butt plug firmly in her ass, filling her up completely. She knew she wouldn’t be in peak form. He had even had her suit up, minus of course her utility belt. He was playing with her.
“I’m not that bad, Cass.” He said, taunting her with a smile. “I could have done so much worse to you three. You should be happy I’m taking the time to mold you into good little girls.”
Cassandra ignored his words and tried to think, but the thoughts in her head were swirling. She had been under his control for long enough that it was jarring to be thrown back into her own personality so suddenly. She had actually loved him a few moments ago, she had ached for his touch and his approval. She just wanted to be accepted by him. The idea of it made her feel sick.
She tried not to think of all the things he had done to her friends. She had to put those thoughts away and stop him no matter what the cost. She had to kill him if she could.
Russel stayed still and waited until Cassandra came at him. She moved with remarkable speed despite the toys that were buried deep inside her. She felt them causing invasive, unwanted sensations that were impossible to ignore completely and they slowed her down just sligthly. He slid out of the way of a kick aimed at his midsection but she followed up with strikes from her hands. One of her punches caught him but didn’t do enough damage, and it opened her up to a counter from him. His large fist smashed into her head, dazing her as she reeled backwards.
He pursued her and she threw a front kick, trying to keep distance. Her foot landed in his midsection and she used this to push her body away from his. Then she leapt to the side to try and put space between them. As she moved she felt the dildo sliding around in her soft insides, relentlessly buzzing away and she wished desperately that she could take it out.
Russel was on her again and she lashed out at him, mixing up her punches and kicks. He dodged some of them and some of them landed, but even when she hit him he was able to move with the blow, lessening the impact. Her strikes didn’t seem to be doing any significant damage and she was startled by the speed of his reflexes. His fighting technique was only mediocre but he more than made up for it through his physical abilities. Cassandra didn’t realize just how enhanced he had made himself.
Russel threw his own fists and she slipped under them and countered. Her fist rammed into his chest but it was like she was punching a heavy bag. Then he caught her with an open handed slap, catching her flush on her masked face and sending her staggering back again.
Cassandra was starting to breathe heavily now. She knew the fight wasn’t going her way. He wasn’t tired at all and he wasn’t being hurt nearly enough when she hit him. She pivoted and threw a kick up high but it was slower than she would have liked, the toys in her privates sapping her speed, and to her shock he caught her foot as it was headed towards his face and then grabbed her ankle with his other hand. He then swung her around with his grip and threw her into a wall, putting a huge hole in the drywall and damaging the metal studs where she landed. She fell to the floor, pain in her back and shoulder blades.
Russel advanced. Cassandra was becoming desperate now. She leapt to her feet, aware that she was starting to run out of steam and threw a kick to his balls. He saw it coming and deftly jumped back out of the way. Then he charged forward again and wrapped her up in his powerful arms. Russel had her in a bear hug, her arms trapped by her side.
The weakening Batgirl tried to squirm out of his arms but he held her in a vice like grip. She tried to headbutt him but she couldn’t reach his face. She tried kicking him but her legs were out of position and her knees bounced off him harmlessly. She would have bit him if her mask didn’t cover her whole face. Frantic, she tried to break free in any way she could, grunting and straining. He could hear her breathing and feel her strength ebbing fast. He let her tire herself out some more as he started to squeeze. Cassandra could feel his incredible power and she had a hard time breathing. She felt her rib cage compressing.
No, she thought to herself as she knew she was at her end. I can’t lose. Not to him, not now. This is our last chance! She was trying to catch her breath but he was roughing her up with ease now. He even allowed her to get an arm free and she threw a weak punch that caught him on the chin. He barely felt it.
Russel was revelling in his newfound strength and speed. He knew that he would never have stood a chance against the girl he had in his grasp. Her exhaustion, the toys that were filling her and his enhanced reflexes had all worked to his advantage however and they both knew it was over for Cassandra. He opened his hand again and gave her a hard slap across the face.
SMACK!
It was a strong hit and it only emphasized to Cassandra now how truly hopeless her situation was. She continued to offer up a token resistance, trying to free herself but she knew already that she had lost.
SMACK!
Another slap to the face. Cassandra felt the stinging on her cheek through her mask. She felt despair creeping up as she expended the last of her energy to try and break free.
SMACK!
The third slap had her in a daze. She was exhausted, her arms, which were small and built for precision and speed, had no strength left in them. She became aware that she was being carried by him but she wasn’t sure she could even mount a token resistance anymore.
Russel sat down on the couch and draped the beaten Batgirl across his lap. He held her in position and took hold of her tight black pants, pulling them halfway down her legs and exposing her fine ass. Then he grabbed hold of the butt plug in her ass and pulled it out roughly.
Cassandra let out a short scream. The way he just tore it out of her hurt her, she felt like he had torn her anus. She was completely spent now as Russel lifted his hand high above his head. Then he began to spank her on her bare ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The sounds of his heavy hand landing on her ass cheeks filled the room. Cassandra couldn’t believe she was being spanked like a disobedient child and despite all the things she had been through at his hands, she felt humiliated by this.
Russel just kept slapping away, watching the dark haired Batgirl’s ass cheeks jiggle under his constant assault. He was spanking her hard and could feel the stinging in the palm of his own hand. Cassandra’s ass was getting red fast as he smacked her unceasingly, trying to get both cheeks equally.
Eventually Cassandra managed to get her hands working and she shoved herself off his lap, her pants bunched up down her thighs and making it impossible to move properly. She fell to the floor to try and scramble away but Russel was on her in a second. He positioned her so that she was lying on her back and then he sat down on her stomach.
SMACK!
Another hard slap across her face. Cassandra was sure there would be swelling where he kept assaulting her. He was smacking her around like some victim of domestic abuse. She made a feeble attempt to buck him off by bridging her hips up, but this was more due to her indomitable fighting spirit than any real hope that she could get out from under him.
Russel easily stayed on top and then he delivered a punch to her stomach. Pain exploded in the Batgirls guts as she grunted loudly. Each breath she struggled to take now hurt her. In addition to the pain she was starting to feel afraid now. She couldn’t stop him. He lifted his bunched fist again and she put her hands over her stomach, not sure if she could take another hit there.
Russel redirected his fist in midair and aimed it at her chest. He punched her on her right breast and again she screamed. The pain that shot through her was incredible! Cassandra had taken hits like that before, but she had always been able to retaliate or retreat. She had never been this helpless, this outclassed. He was strong and vicious and right on top of her and she couldn’t do anything about it.
He made another fist and she put her hands up, unsure of where he was going to strike her. It was just a ruse however as he slipped his other hand behind his back and grabbed hold of the dildo that was sticking out between her legs. Gripping the base of it he started to pull it out and slam it back into Cassandra’s cunt, fucking her mercilessly with it.
She screamed and put her hands on his torso uselessly, as if she could push him off. “No! Stop! Please!” She hated to beg and give him any satisfaction but the pain in her pussy was too much, she was hurting all over her body and she knew she was at his mercy. Russel gave her none as he pumped the dildo, still vibrating, in and out of her battered vagina.
Cassandra let out a sob. She had failed her friends. She failed herself. It didn’t matter if it was a fair fight or not, the one chance she might have had to free them of this hell he put them in had slipped away and now he was hurting her the way only a woman could be hurt.
Russel used his free hand to grab her mask and pull it off her face. There were red marks on her cheek and her eyes were watering. She looked at him with a mix of fear, anger and disbelief. He put his hand to the side of her face and rubbed it like she was a precious thing.
“Not so tough now, huh?” He taunted her. She didn’t say anything, she just grit her teeth as he kept ramming the dildo in and out of her.
SMACK!
He slapped her on her bare face again and her head rocked to the side. She hadn’t even seen it coming. The pain in her face had risen to an intolerable level and she put her hands up to shield herself. He responded by punching her in the left breast this time.
“Stop!” She screamed at him, at her limit. She couldn’t take this. He had beaten her, she would submit to him. “No more!”
Russel was lost in a fit of aggression however. He shoved the dildo up as far as it would go in her bruised cunt and then let it go, bringing his hand around to her. He grabbed her by her black hair and pulled on it, jerking her head from side to side now, shaking her head around like she was a rag doll. With his other hand he hit her a few more times on her arms, her torso or her head. He wasn’t even aiming, he was just hitting her wherever he happened to land.
Cassandra’s spirit broke. He was utterly ruthless. Taking a beating was one thing but she was exhausted, she had been raped, unmasked, she had failed her friends, and now she was being abused by someone she had no way of stopping. She started crying for real. For herself and for her friends and the awful things that had been done to all of them. They were the Batgirls. Vigilantes. Heroes. Role models, even. This should never have happened to any of them. They didn’t deserve this kind of treatment.
The sight of Cassandra breaking down caused Russel to regain some of his composure. He still had a fistful of her hair and now she had her hands on his, trying to stop the pain in her scalp, trying to stop her hair from being ripped out by him. She was crying and staring at him helplessly. No one had ever made her feel this way.
Russel released her and her hands went to cover herself, hugging her battered body as she wept. He climbed off her and spread her legs. Then he ripped the dildo out of her and shoved it in her face.
“Start sucking on this you little bitch.” He said to her, his voice without a hint of compassion. Cassandra meekly took the dildo, slimy from her own pussy, and started to suck on it for him.
Russel’s cock was hard as diamonds as he positioned himself between her legs and lined himself up with her bald snatch. Cassandra sobbed with the dildo in her mouth. She knew what he was going to do. Her pussy was in so much pain and he was going to rape her anyway.
He forced his way in her and she groaned in pain and despair. It was worse than anything she had ever experienced. Russel could feel her tightness on his hard meat, she had the smallest pussy of any of the Batgirls and it squeezed him nicely.
Then he fucked her. He took it slower now, enjoying her body which had been honed over a lifetime of training. A body which he had taken from her and turned into a play thing. A toy. He slid in and out of her easily and he leaned over her and put one hand around her neck. Then with his free hand he took the dildo from her and started sliding it in and out of her mouth, even as he continued to rape her.
His grip on her neck was tight and with the dildo being forced down her throat Cassandra was having a hard time breathing. She felt like she was hurt everywhere. Her eyes fluttered and she felt faint. Russel saw this and when he thought she was on the verge of passing out he stopped.
He just left the dildo sticking out of her mouth and his hands went to her nipples. With a savage grip he took hold of both of her small nipples and pinched them hard, pulling them up, twisting cruelly.
Cassandra’s eyes shot wide open and she screamed again, the dildo still sticking out of her face a few moments before falling out and landing next to her head. Normally she spoke very little. She had a quiet voice and all this screaming was causing her throat to feel hoarse. She grabbed his hands that were brutalizing her and she stared up at him with a desperate look in her face.
“Please, please stop!”
Russel kept his grip on her nipples, pinching her pink little nubs cruelly, but he stopped twisting and held her, staring into her dark eyes. He had her beaten. For all her training and experience, she was still just a 19 year old girl. Human after all. She had already suffered along with her friends before the fight even began, and the life that she had manged to build for herself had now been destroyed. Being beaten and raped at this point was like the straw breaking the camels back.
“Maybe you’ve learned your lesson for now,” He said to her, finally releasing her. “Any time you want to take a shot at me I’ll be happy to oblige you. But I won’t go so easy on you next time.”
Russel didn’t even bother to finish raping her. He stood up, his cock sliding out of her pussy as he did this and he walked over her. One of his feet stepped down on her head and for a moment her skull was bearing his whole weight as he walked on and over top her. She lay there, traumatized and in pain.
Russel picked up the roll of duct tape and came back to Cassandra, who looked at him weakly, fear in her eyes. He stripped her out of her Batgirl costume without any resistance. She was completely naked. The unmistakable sound of tape being peeled from the roll filled her ears.
“I’ve been way too nice to you, Cass.” He said as he kneeled down and began to tape her leg shut in the same fashion as he had with Barbara and Cunt earlier. “I think a little beating like this is a good thing for a little slut like you. Maybe you’ll realize how nice you’ve had it all along.”
The asian girl said nothing, she just let him tape both her legs closed. She only wanted to nurse her wounds, although she knew that her spirit would never be the same again.
Russel finished up by taping her arms closed as well, her hands stuck uselessly up by her shoulders now. She had been made helpless like the others had been. Then he picked her up like a doll and sat down on the couch, putting her over his lap again.
Cassandra’s ass was already red from his spanking but he wasn’t satisfied with this. Russel started spanking her again with full force, enjoying the sight of the petite girl’s ass being punished and jiggling under the force his his blows.
He just kept on going, smashing his hand down hard on her ass cheeks. Cassandra closed her eyes and felt a few tears slide down her face. It wasn’t so much the pain that caused her to cry, it was the unavoidable fact that they really had lost. Despite everything she and her friends had been through together, despite their hardships and all their battles and triumphs, it was all coming to and end. This man, whoever he was, had defeated the Batgirls. And he had done so in the most humiliating way possible.
She silently wished he would just kill her. Better to die a warriors death than to live with the shame of being a sex slave. Being shown off to the world and degraded for his enjoyment. She continued to weep for the loss of her life as the sound of her spanking filled the room.
When Russel finally stopped Cassandra’s ass was a violent red colour. He had beaten her mercilessly and he knew that she wouldn’t be able to sit down without feeling the effects of his abuse. He stood up abruptly and she tumbled again to the floor.
He leaned down and took her head in his hands. He slid his thumbs into her mouth and pulled her lips out wide into an obscene smile. His forefingers he placed at the outer edges of her eyes and he pulled them down, twisting her face into humiliating shape, playing with her like she was a doll.
Cassandra couldn’t do anything, she just let him have his fun, resigned to her fate as this man’s plaything. She felt a profound sense of failure. Never in her life had she been this defeated.
From the other room he heard a ping from his phone and he stood up and left Cassandra bound like that in the living room. The girl lay up against the bottom of the couch and slumped into a ball on the ground, tired and defeated. Russel walked into the room where his phone lay and he checked a message that had been sent.
The first of his deliveries had arrived, although this wasn’t from any of the things he purchased today. He smiled as he walked to the front door of his house and opened it.
There was a small, nondescript box on the porch. There was no one around, which was as he expected, and he picked it up and came back inside. He opened the box and was satisfied.
It had been delivered, through an intermediary, from the men he had contracted last night. The men who had been paid handsomely to ransack the Batgirls apartments and safe houses. There were only a few things in the box, keepsakes that Russel had specified he wanted retrieved if possible. He would make use of these later. He closed the box and went back into the living room.
He sat down on the couch, next to where Cassandra was lying down and regarded her for a few moments before speaking.
“You really are a pathetic thing, Cass. Given what I know about that life of yours you should be happy I’ve decided to let you be my pet. Other than fighting you have no purpose. I’m not surprised you’re a Batgirl. Cunt and Babs, they surprise me. They’re young and talented and beautiful. They could have done anything, they could have been happy. But you? You don’t surprise me. You’re life is sad and meaningless. Now that I’ve unmasked you to the world the one thing you had is gone.”
He picked her up so that she was on her knees in front of him. His words were shredding her insides. She felt as though he were right. Her life had been nothing but training and killing, even speech had been denied to her for so long. When she met Batman her life changed. Wearing the mantle of the Bat had given her purpose, and Barbara and Cunt had treated her like a sister. They had helped her so much, taught her how to act in the real world. They had shown her that life could be beautiful and that it was worth living.
And now that was all gone. Her friends had been beaten, subjected to the cruelest fate she could imagine for such valiant and noble women. Her identity was exposed, she didn’t even have her anonymity to hide behind any more. The life she had worked so hard to build had been demolished beyond any chance of repair. She stared with watery eyes at the man who had done all this.
“Please...just kill me...” She said to him in a sullen and morose voice. He was right. She did have nothing. Aside from being Batgirl she was nothing. Now that it was all over the only thing she wanted was the sweet release of death.
“I’m not going to kill you, Cassandra. In a sense I’ve already done that.” He said to her, matter of factly. His eyes glanced over to the end of the couch, to the artifact. “The fact is you do have a chance at happiness. You can have a life worth living. The only one who can give you that is me.”
Cassandra shuddered at the thought. She would rather be dead. She gazed over to the device that gave this man so much power. Somewhere deep down inside her, she was tempted by his offer. The truth was she remembered everything that had happened in the last day. She remembered how the effects of his mind control had made her feel. She remembered how he made her feel when she was like that.
She had been genuinely happy. Childlike. Almost innocent in her devotion to him. Her heart was yearning for his approval and her attraction to him had been like no attraction she had felt to any man or woman ever. Life had been simplified down to black and white terms. Make Daddy happy. Make Daddy proud. Be a good girl and everything would be all right.
“No.” She said, looking back at him, fear in her eyes. She couldn’t. She couldn’t submit herself to that fate, that wasn’t who she really was. No matter how tempting it was, she couldn’t let herself give in to him. “You’ve won. Just kill me now and end this.”
Russel picked up the artifact in his hands. “It’s not like you have a choice here, Cass. Maybe I’ll check back in with you in a week or so and see if you change your mind.”
Cassandra let out a cry of despair as he put both hands on the alien artifact.
<Resume your devotion to me as I instructed you originally.>
Just like that Cassandra’s mind changed again. She blinked as she looked at him, but instead of her goofy, girlish smile, her face looked like it was about to burst into tears.
“Oh, Daddy...!” She said, fighting the urge to start bawling. “I’m so sorry, I...I didn’t mean to be bad, but...”
She was distraught. Her lip started trembling. Even Russel was a little surprised. Cassandra burst into tears as she threw her face into his lap. She started crying even louder than when he had been raping and beating her. She tried to speak but couldn’t. She was wracked with sobs.
Eventually she managed to get control of herself and she looked up at him, still crying.
“Please don’t switch me back again, Daddy, please! I just want to be a good girl! I don’t want to make you mad! You...you really hurt me, you were scaring me, I know I deserved it because I was being so bad and I’m sorry! But please don’t do that to me again!”
Russel watched as she wept and tried to come to grips with what she was experiencing. Then he took her head in his hands and shushed her, compassion in his face.
“Shh shh shh, there there...” He said softly, and the red eyed girl in front of him started sniffling and getting control of herself again, reassured by his strength and his touch. “It’s all okay, sweetheart. You’re fine, I forgive you...there’s nothing to forgive. I made you do that so that means it’s all right.”
At length he calmed her down, offering her words of encouragement and forgiveness. Cassandra’s mind was a mess. She couldn’t understand how she could hate him so much when he was so wonderful, she couldn’t understand how she had actually hit him and tried to kill him. It was like there was an evil side to her. She was scared that the evil side would ruin everything, that he would stop loving her if it took over again. Worst of all, she didn’t know why her Daddy would do that to her and make her think like that!
Russel dismissed these thoughts from her mind, however. It wasn’t for her to wonder these things. If he did something then it was right and she shouldn’t question it. The only thing that was important for her in the whole world was to look beautiful, act sexy, and do whatever she could to make her Daddy happy. If she did that then everything would be okay.
With things framed in that light, Cassandra calmed down finally. She got her crying under control. Her whole body was sore from the fight, but she was no stranger to pain, and if it was Daddy who caused the pain then it really wasn’t so bad.
Soon her head was resting on his leg and he was stroking the back of her head like she was a cat. Her breathing returned to normal. His touch felt good to her. Cassandra felt like she was back to normal.
Finally she lifted her head and looked at him with her dark eyes.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Can you please never turn me back that way again?”
“No promises, Cass...besides, that version of you might have different thoughts. Maybe you’re happier that way?”
“Oh no, Daddy.” Cassandra said, shaking her head, absolutely certain. “She’s not happy.”
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