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Breaking in the Batgirls	By : SmutSenpai Category: DC Verse Comics > Batgirl Views: 281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batgirl or the Batgirls or any DC properties. I make no money from writing this story.

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Barbara Gordon stood in the basement lost in her own misery. She had been down here for hours now and in that time her thoughts kept repeating the same cycle over and over. There was nothing else for her to think about other than the details of her public rape and unmasking, and the demise of Batgirl.
The dog collar on her neck which was attached by the leash to an overhead pipe kept her on her feet, forcing her to stand in the same spot all this time. The thought had come to her that even now in her exhausted condition she could probably jump up to the pipe and grab it with her hands, pull herself up, wrap her legs around it and untie the knot with her hands. She wasn’t bound in any other way other than the collar on her neck. But what would be the point? She couldn’t leave the house. She couldn’t signal for help. There was nowhere for her to hide, not for long anyway. Her situation was hopeless and she was scared of what he might do to her if he found her out of the room on her own.
She let out a deep sigh as she shifted on her feet, her legs aching. Being forced to stand in the same spot was it’s own sort of punishment when she just wanted to rest and nurse her wounds. Her bare feet were sore on the concrete and she ached everywhere up her legs along with the rest of her body, to say nothing of her pussy, and her asshole which was still plugged.
The presence of the butt plug lodged into her ass was a constant reminder of what was really happening to her. Barbara hated that it was there, she could feel it’s presence inside her and it was humiliating. Over a dozen times now she had contemplated pulling it out and throwing it across the room. She should do that, she thought, just to defy him. Then she thought about it some more and realized that it would be a futile, even a silly gesture. What would that accomplish? What would he do to her if she made him mad? She nearly broke down crying every time she realized that she didn’t dare disobey him, not now after all he had done. It was like a piece of her spirit was dying.
The fact that he had exposed her was something Barbara was sure she still hadn’t internalized. She couldn’t face the fact that it was all over. Her life as Batgirl and as the Oracle. Doing what she did was her whole life’s work and it was unimaginable for her to think that he had taken it all away.
One of the worst parts about it was those awful rape videos. Barbara always had a photographic memory and the experience of her assault was only refreshed when she saw the footage. She could recall every detail of the horrible experience, both as she lived it as well as how the rest of the world saw it. Every emotion she felt during the horrible act was fresh and present in her mind. All the fear and anger and shame and pain was alive in her now, all the helplessness. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing when the thoughts became too real and she felt the anxiety starting to rise in her chest, threatening to overwhelm her.
What would they all think? What would her father say when he saw what happened to her? She couldn’t bare the thought of him seeing her so explicitly. So pathetically. A tear slid down Barbara’s cheek as she thought about him. She didn’t think he would willingly watch them if he knew what the videos contained, except that in his capacity as commissioner he would have had to. It was a major crime and he would have had no choice but to look.
Then there was Bruce...the Batman. What would he think, seeing her like that? She didn’t want to imagine it. She was sure he would behave compassionately towards her, she knew him well enough that she was positive he would. But Barbara also knew that she would never be the same in his eyes again. She had failed spectacularly. She had embarrassed the Bat family and compromised his operation by getting all three of them kidnapped and unmasked. It didn’t matter if he blamed her or not, or if he forgave her. She would never have the same respect from him that she used to. His trust in her would be gone. He was the only person in the world who’s opinion on whether or not she deserved to be Batgirl mattered to her, and when she thought about it now she didn’t think he would ever agree to let her be a crime fighter again.
Her mind went over all the people she knew, everyone she was close with, and she imagined their reactions to seeing her crying hysterically while being raped on camera. It was too much for her and she sobbed out loud, her emotions welling up in her like they had many times now since she had been down here. She wept a little, feeling cold in her nakedness in this basement, collared and with her ass plugged by the man who had done all this to her.
She was a complete and utter failure. After her tears stopped she felt a wave of self loathing wash over her. For the hundredth time she wondered how she could have been so stupid, how she could have underestimated the danger of her situation. She replayed the events of yesterday countless times in her head, finding so many ways she could have done something different and saved them all from this demeaning fate. She could have saved her own life. Now this had been done to her. Even if she were set free right now nothing would ever be the same again.
She also had time to think back to her last period and to her horror it had been just over a week ago. She would be ovulating soon.
Her heart pounded in her chest when she thought about that. She had to be rescued soon or there was a huge likelihood of her getting pregnant, even now there was already a risk. If he kept raping her like he had been then it was just a matter of time. She wasn’t on any birth control, she wasn’t seeing anyone right now. Barbara knew she was healthy and fertile, and as to him...
She thought about him. Despite her hatred of her captor she had to admit that he was incredibly virile. In fact his sex drive was like nothing she had ever seen before. Even Dick wasn’t so rabidly lustful and horny, and Nightwing was in peak human physical condition. It would be hard to imagine that her rapist wasn’t fertile himself, even though he seemed much closer to middle age.
Barbara felt sick. She couldn’t get pregnant. She mustn’t. Not like this. Not with him. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. Batman would save her. Somehow he would find a way to put things right again, he always did. She didn’t even believe it now but she forced herself to pretend it was going to happen, it was her only way to cope with what was being done to her. It was the only way she could save whatever was left of herself.
She decided that she was going to survive this. No matter what happened Barbara promised herself that she wouldn’t let him completely break her. She would do whatever he wanted her to. She would act out any sick fantasy he might have while she was his prisoner. She would let him fuck her, she would call him master, suck his cock and smile for the camera, anything he wanted. If that was all it took to keep him happy then she would pay that price, she was under extreme duress and was just doing what she had to do. She would play the part of a broken sex slave until she was rescued and she would figure out the rest later.
The door to the small room opened and all of a sudden all of Barbara’s attention was on Russel as he entered the room, naked and tall, holding the artifact and a bag. She thought he looked fresh faced and strong looking. Like he had just woken up from a long, restful sleep and had a good workout. His physique looked powerful and his cock was erect and stuck out in front of him like a spear. She couldn’t help it as her eyes went down to it to have a look. It pointed directly at her as if choosing it’s next victim.
“Barbara. I hope you’ve been enjoying this quiet time. Have you been?”
Barbara nodded her head, bringing her eyes up reluctantly to his. The sight of him looking at her made her think that she needed to be more enthusiastic around him.
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” She said quietly, hoping that he would take some pity on her and let her get off her feet.
“That’s good,” He said. Russel was carrying a bag with some things in it and Barbara was looking at it. He spotted this and smiled at her. “Are you curious about what I’m holding here?”
She felt a tinge of fear crawl through her body. He was looking at her expectantly though and she had to answer. She couldn’t say no, he had already seen her studying it. She swallowed and nodded her head.
“It’s nothing crazy, Babs. I just wanted to play with you and I thought some of these things would make it more fun.”
Barbara felt as if she were sinking when he said that he wanted to play with her some more. She was so hopeful that he was going to let her finally get some rest. He was letting Cunt sleep, why not her? She couldn’t keep the sad look off her face no matter how hard she tried.
Russel pulled out her mask and instructed her to put it on once again. Barbara did as she was told but couldn’t understand his insistence that she wear it. Did he like her better that way? Was she less attractive without it? Was he doing it to humiliate her further? They both knew that the mask meant nothing now. It didn’t hide her identity from anyone, which made it just a costume. When she had it on she stood in front of him, small and naked and collared with her ass plugged. Batgirl. She felt like a joke.
Russel held the artifact in his hands and Barbara stared at him like he was something ancient and terrible. He had so much power over her it was unreal. She nearly trembled when he used the piece of technology to control her mind once more.
<You will always answer me truthfully and honestly.>
Barbara was a little relieved that he hadn’t commanded her to do something even worse. He could have made her like Cassandra, he could have eradicated her very identity if he wanted to. Even so, to have any of his commands imprinted on her in any way was invasive beyond belief. It was the worst kind of crime. Every time he used it he was destroying who she was!
“Please! Please, Master, don’t use that on me anymore!” She said, the words coming out a higher pitch than she intended. But she couldn’t help herself, Barbara was scared and knew that if he kept tampering with her mind then there might not be anything left of herself after too long. No matter how much she tried to resist him, if he used that device on her then none of it mattered. She was in his complete power. She put her hands together and did everything she could to implore him with her eyes as she spoke.
“You’ve beaten me, sir, completely. Batgirl is ruined. You know who I am, you raped me and I’m yours. Just please don’t use that thing on me, I swear I’ll do anything you say! I’ll be a good girl! I want to be a good girl! Just tell me what you want from me!”
Russel enjoyed the frightened redhead in front of him, pleading her heart away to him. He grinned at her.
“Maybe I won’t need to use this on you anymore if you behave yourself. Are you going to try your best to please me?”
“Yes!” She said at once. She really meant it. With his last command now firmly embedded in her psyche, lying would never be an option for Barbara with this man. Even if it meant getting herself in trouble, she would always have to be truthful with him. “Yes, Master, I’ll do my very best!”
“All right then.” He put the artifact down by the door and went back into his bag, pulling out a pair of goggles.
“I already told you I had some men go over to your place, right? Well I had them pick out a few keepsakes before setting the fire. You want to tell me what these are?”
“Those are a prototype I worked on.” Barbara explained. “Night vision goggles. They also have thermal vision settings and can pick up and block out different bands of light on the spectrum. There’s voice activated informational feeds that can be displayed on them which is useful as well. I’ve also used them to record crime scenes for use as evidence later.”
“So I can film your bald twat when I’m wearing these? I don’t have to carry around that camera anymore?”
“Yes.” Barbara had to tell him. The ability to record was actually the least of the goggles capabilities actually, but she was sure that the only thing he would use them for would be for her further humiliation. “The picture quality will be at least as good as anything on the commercial market today.”
He had her explain how to use the piece of tech which was straightforward for his purposes. Soon he was wearing the goggles on his head and everything he saw was being recorded.
“Well that’s fuckin’ handy, especially if you’re filming a Batgirl rape vid. Speaking of, I think it’s time for another sex tape. You may not know it yet but Batgirl now has millions of new fans, and they’re all dying for more of you. But you can meet them later. For now I’m just giving the audience what they want.”
Russel then laid out some ground rules and told her briefly how to behave and how to act. He was terse in his instructions to her. Eye contact was a must. She should be smiling most of the time, even if it was forced and she didn’t feel like it. More importantly, she should add her own sense of creativity to the process and not always wait for his prompting. Barbara nodded her understanding, although she wished with all her soul that she were anywhere else than here.
Russel stared at her through the goggles, pushing a button next to the lens to start the recording process. “Action.”
Batgirl, what was left of her, gazed at him and a forced smile came to her face again as she waved for the camera.
“Hi! It’s me, Batgirl! Want to see my pussy?” She turned her body around and bent deep down at the hips to spread her ass cheeks for the camera. She used her index and middle finger to spread her lips as she showed herself off. Then she tapped the base of the butt plug with a finger before completing her spin and looking to him, addressing the audience. “My master put this in my bum. I’m not allowed to take it out unless he says so.”
“Do you want to take it out?” He asked her, and she nodded her head affirmatively.
“Yes, sir. I’d like to take it out.”
“Actually we’ll be putting more things inside you instead.” Russel reached into his bag and pulled out the dildo he had used on her before, holding it in front of himself. Barbara saw it and her face dropped. He wanted her to fill both her holes again! She tried not to let her sadness show on her face but she wasn’t very successful and Russel captured her emotions through her mask on the recording glasses.
He then gave her the sex toy and made her suck on it for the camera. Her green eyes stared at the world as the thick rubber went into her mouth. He only had her suck it for a short while before he told her to stick it up her cunt. Then he crouched down low and looked up at her crotch to get a good view of her while she placed the tip of the dildo up to her pussy.
Barbara parted her lips and slid it inside slowly. She looked down at him as she did so, wondering how many people would see this latest video. It was too devastating to think about and she refocused herself on doing what she was told, pretending that the camera on the goggles was nobody.
Eventually she managed to get it in and then she just waited for Russel, who stood in front of her.
“You must work out a lot, Barbara.” He said to her, examining her toned body.
“Yes. I train every day.” She said.
“Well let’s not break that streak then. I want you doing jumping jacks right now. I’ll let you know when to stop.”
Barbara obeyed and at once she was doing jumping jacks with perfect form, her legs spreading as she hopped in place and her arms going high above her head. Her body was on complete display like this and Russel just spent time walking around her, admiring her as she performed for him. The sight of the dildo and butt plug inside her added a dimension of humiliation to it, but she tried not to think about that. She knew she looked ridiculous.
After a while Russel noticed the dildo starting to slide out of her and he used his free hand to push it back in deep. Barbara didn’t break stride and kept on going as he did this. She lost count of how many jumping jacks she had done at this point. It was an easy exercise but she was sure she had done hundreds now as her naked feet continued to daintily hop in and out on the concrete floor.
Eventually she got tired. She had never done this many jumping jacks before and certainly not in such a humiliating way. Russel just filmed it all, readjusting the dildo whenever it started to slide out of her snatch. After a long time she started breathing heavily.
“Running out of steam, Babs? Would you like to stop now?”
“Yes...yes please, sir...” She said relieved, although she kept going, waiting for his go ahead.
“All right. You can cut that shit out. It’s not like a few jumping jacks are going to make you a better crime fighter. Those days are over for you anyway. Getting raped and unmasked in front of everybody tends to be a career killer.”
Barbara stopped to catch her breath and was greatly relieved when he pulled out a bottle of water from the bag and let her drink from it. She was parched and the water helped her a little.
As she drank, Russel pulled out yet another thing from the bag. It was small and she couldn’t see it from how he was holding it, but he held it in front of himself and focused on it so that the audience could see.
“Can you tell me what this is?” He asked, showing it to her.
Barbara looked at the small plastic card which she recognized instantly. “Yes... that’s my drivers license.”
It was one of the things that Russel had retrieved from her place when he sent the men to ransack it. Of course she wouldn’t keep such a piece of identifying information on her as Batgirl and so he had instructed the men to keep a lookout for it. They found it in her purse in her bedroom.
“You don’t want to lose something like this.” He said, and then he pulled out a roll of clear tape from the bag, and ripping off a strip he taped Barbara’s license to her forehead. Now she wore her mask with her own drivers license taped to her head.
“I think we can take that leash off for now and give you some room to move.” He said as he undid the small lock that kept her leash attached to her collar. She was still collared but she could move around. “Now get down on your knees, you little slut. Smile for the camera.”
Barbara did. She already knew what was going to happen next and she readied herself. He stared down at her, his cock inches from her face.
A wide smile spread across her face as she looked up at him. She was very aware of the presence of her own identification taped to her forehead. Even though her true identity was well known by now this somehow made everything even more humiliating for her.
“You always start with kisses before sucking my cock.” He told her as she looked up with her white teeth showing. “And you should know by now that if your hands so much as graze up against my dick then you’re going to be very sorry.”
Barbara nodded her head in understanding, her smile remaining. “Yes, sir, I understand.”
He didn’t say anything else so she began. With her eyes on the camera she planted a sensuous kiss on the tip of his cock. Barbara could smell his musk as his pheromones flooded her senses and she could also make out the smell of another pussy which she knew must be Cassandras. The two odours mixed together in her nose and the scent of their sex stirred her in a weird way.
She started kissing her way slowly down his shaft now, her lips soft on his smooth skin. Her kisses were sensuous and she stared into the camera as though she were trying to be sexy for whoever was watching. It was still obvious from her eyes that she was in distress but Russel thought that she was improving her acting in small, subtle ways.
When she got to the base of the shaft she pressed her lips into his body and started sucking and licking him at the same time. He was so present and dominant that Barbara couldn’t help but feel a tiny quiver inside her, like something primitive and ancient. Something forbidden. A biological, hard wired feminine urge to submit to a powerful man. This feeling lurked beneath her conscious mind and she didn’t even notice it on a conscious level.
She worked her way back up to the tip of his cock with audible kisses and slid it in her mouth now, bobbing her head up and down on it as she was getting used to doing. He felt rock hard in her mouth as her tongue slid around him.
“Your father is watching this.” Russel said and Barbara felt an ice pick in her chest as she stared into the camera with her mouth full of cock. Why did he have to remind her of that?
“Smile and say ‘Hi, Daddy.’”
Barbara’s face turned to ash. Was he really going to make her address her father like this? Why was he being so cruel? She was doing everything he asked! She looked into the camera and imagined her father staring at her like that, degraded to the fullest in this guys basement, sucking his cock in her Batgirl mask with her drivers licence taped to her head.
Feeling like a complete failure, Barbara did her best to speak with Russels cock taking up nearly all the space in her mouth.
“Hai, aah-eeh!” She managed, her voice muffled by his thick manhood. She continued to stare up as if she were speaking to her father. Barbara could feel her heart breaking.
“What are you doing, Barbara?” Russel asked.
“Hhuckn’ hhock.” She informed the camera. She couldn’t lie to her master. She was sucking cock.
“Tell me who’s learning to be a good girl?”
“Ahm rrhh-rhing ho be ah guh grrl.”
Russel had kept his cock in her mouth for so long that drool was running down Barbara’s chin now. She was still obedient and looked up with her green eyes into the camera but she felt mortally wounded on the inside. There was no reason to believe he wouldn’t send this to her father. She felt deeply ashamed to be addressing him like this. Her father was the most important figure in her life and to be disgraced like this in front of him tarnished her forever. She didn’t know how she would ever be able to face him again.
When Russel pulled his cock from her mouth it was completely coated and glistening with her saliva.
“And what’s this?” Russel said as he pulled a stuffed bear out of the bag. “What do we have here?”
Barbara stared at the stuffed animal and almost didn’t believe her eyes.
“That’s Woobie.” She said. “That’s my stuffed bear. I’ve had him since I was a little girl.”
“Really? So Woobie has a lot of sentimental value to you, huh?”
“Yes, I slept with him every night when I was younger...he used to make me feel safe.”
“Well I have some bad news for you, Babs” Russel said, grabbing the bear by the head and the body with a powerful grip. “Woobie can’t keep you safe if he’s dead!”
He yanked hard and a tearing sound could be heard as the stitching gave out and Woobie’s head was ripped off his body. Barbara’s face looked like she was about to start crying.
“No...why?” She whined as Russel pulled the stuffing out of the bears head and then wrapped the empty head of the stuffed bear onto the tip of his cock. He looked down expectantly as it hung by her face.
“Kiss Woobie.”
Barbara couldn’t believe he was doing this! She was outraged at how personal he had made this! Why was he being this mean? She just stared at his cock which wore her childhood teddy bears head and she felt violated in a whole new way.
“If you don’t kiss Woobie right now you’re going to be sorry. Say good bye to him.”
Resigning herself to this newest indignity, Barbara leaned in close and kissed the tip of Russel’s fabric covered prick, kissing the face of the bear that she used to fall asleep on when she was a child. She looked at the ruined tatters of her teddy bear.
“Good bye, Woobie. I...I’ll miss you...” She said and as the words came out of her mouth her voice cracked and Barbara’s eyes started to water. There was an awful finality in the words she spoke. She felt like she was saying good bye to her childhood, her genuine, innocent self. The little girl who used to curl up in bed with Woobie could never have imagined how it would all end. Now that part of her was gone forever, he had taken even that. She started to cry silently to herself.
Russel tore the rest of the Woobie’s body apart with his large hands and sprinkled it over Barbara’s hair as she remained on her knees, still obediently kissing the remains of her childhood toy as she was told.
“So how do you feel, Babs?”
Barbara looked up at him again and her face was covered in tears. She looked both furious and helpless.
“I’m sad!” She exclaimed, as if she couldn’t believe he would have to ask such a question. “I’m sad and I’m scared and I’m angry! You’ve hurt me so much, you’ve ruined my whole life! Why? What did I do to you? Why did you have to do that to my bear?”
Then Russel grabbed her by her hair and yanked Barbara up onto her feet so that she was facing him. She yelped in surprise as he did this and looked at him like an abused animal, small and battered next to him.
“Because it all ends at me, babe. Everything in your life runs into me and ends there. Batgirl. Oracle. Barbara Gordon and her friends and her interests, all her ambitions in this world. Even Woobie. After I enter your life none of these things matter, it’s just me. I’m the only one who is important to you now. You may not understand that yet but you’re a smart girl and you’ll figure it out soon enough. Everything you’ve ever known or cared about is irrelevant and unimportant now.” He reached up and peeled her mask partially up as he spoke so that he could see some of her face. Barbara could only stare at him with a beaten and traumatized look.
“I own your ass, ‘Batgirl’. I own every hair on your body and every freckle on your face. I own those tears you’re crying. I own your smile. I own your thoughts. It’s all mine now, you don’t control those things any more. I own your reproductive rights. Are you getting the picture yet? I’m your owner and your master and you don’t get a say in your life any more because it all belongs to me now, always and forever.“
Barbara was shaking her head, slowly with half her mask peeled off her face, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks now. His words were killing her. She couldn’t withstand the truth in them. He wasn’t ever going to let her go, he wasn’t ever going to stop! He was just going to keep doing this to her until he had killed the essence of who she was and had left her an empty shell of herself.
“No...” She said weakly, still shaking her head as rivers of tears ran from her eyes as she tried to deny him in some way. “It doesn’t...you...you can’t, I-I won’t...”
She couldn’t even formulate sentences. Her mind was reeling. Barbara felt the relentless pressure this man was subjecting her to and she felt like she was cracking. He was breaking her slowly and he was enjoying it! She felt completely hopeless now as he stared at her from behind her own goggles. She couldn’t even see his eyes.
“Yes it does, you fucking ditz.” Russel said, reaching his other hand under her chin and pressing her face together at the cheeks so that her lips puckered out. With his other hand he still held her mask, pulled up enough to get a glimpse of the poor girl underneath. She looked truly pathetic like this. “I’m going to turn you into my breeding sow, Barbara. Do you really think I’m ever going to let you go?”
Barbara felt dizzy. It was too much for her, too much to process. What he had planned for her...for the rest of her life? She thought she might actually faint. Desperately, she groped for the only thing she could think of that gave her any kind of stability and hope.
“B-Batman...Batman will save me...” She said through her tears. Barbara was at the end of her rope and wanted so badly to believe in her own words.
Russel smiled. He had her where he wanted her now. He shoved her mask back down on her, but it wasn’t placed exactly right and was crooked and fit poorly on her face.
“Oh? And tell me, Barbara, who is the Batman?”
Barbara’s heart skipped a beat. No! She knew immediately that there was no way to avoid it. He had her trapped, she had to say it!
Looking right at him she said, “Batman is Bruce Wayne.”
“Huh. I guess that’s kind of obvious when you think about it.”
Oh no, she thought. The reality of what she had just said on camera nearly overwhelmed her. What have I done?
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