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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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Deep in the mists of her dreams, Cunt was searching intently and with great longing. She was looking for something important to her. Sacred even. She was worried that she wouldn’t find it but the hope that it could be retrieved was enough to keep her going.
She was dressed in her old Spoiler costume -that was what she had been called then- and she had been looking all through the night. Night time was when she was at her strongest, when the shadows concealed her as she prowled high above the city. She felt like a bird of prey high up in the dark like this and she liked the feeling.
Her search went on however and she felt like she was spinning around in circles. If she couldn’t find what it was before the morning then she was afraid that it would be gone and out of reach. Maybe forever. The idea of that made her feel deeply lonely and afraid.
It was no use. Cunt shifted uneasily as the futility of her search weighed down heavily on her. Where was it? She didn’t know what it was but she would know it when she found it. But what if she couldn’t find it? The creeping feel of panic was rising in her as she suddenly realized that she had become lost. She didn’t know where she was! She spun around in all directions but all there was were indistinct forms, shades and darkness. Like she had searched so long that she had now become lost herself.
She felt like crying. Like wailing out. She wanted to be found, to be seen and to be heard. It was as if her despair would well up around her and wash her away, taking her life and everything with it. It felt like she was drowning. She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, gently rocking her. It was a firm, strong hand, large on her dainty shoulder and it comforted her. She felt a little warmth come to her body.
“Mmmh...Tim...?” She murmured. She wanted him close to her. He felt so nice. She couldn’t find what she was looking for on her own but she was sure he could help her. He always did.
“Not exactly, Cunt.”
The words did not belong to Tim. In fact she had never heard Tim use that word before. Cunt. So crude, such a nasty slang, used to describe the part of woman that was only love and life. Joy and exuberance. Why did they have to make it sound ugly?
“Nap time is over, Cunt.”
Cunt’s wits came about her all at once. He was talking to her, that was his hand. She felt a sudden jolt of panic and she sat up in Russel’s large bed, her heart beating fast all of a sudden. She ripped herself out of sleep when she realized where she was.
It was him. All the pieces came back into place. She was Cunt. That was her name that he had given her, her new name. And she didn’t even have a name for him. But she could call him Daddy.
“Daddy?” She asked, still startled, sweating. “I was just looking for something...”
“It was just a dream, sweetie.” Russel said. He was smiling warmly at her. She looked like a frightened little girl, but as she shook off the cobwebs and saw his relaxed demeanor she started to calm down.
“Did you have a good sleep? You were out for hours. You must have needed it, sleepyhead.”
Cunt wished with all her heart that it had all just been part of the dream, but there was no denying it. He had raped her. He unmasked her and renamed her. He had already killed the girl she used to be, the hero she wanted to be. Now she was just Cunt. Now she was his.
His smile did a lot to reassure her of his intentions and she was able to relax a little. She noticed the goggles he was wearing and recognized that they belonged to Barbara. She knew the specs of the tech and understood at once why he was wearing them. He was filming her right now. She silently accepted it. He had already exposed her in the most humiliating way imaginable for the whole world to see. She had no privacy left, not even a real sense of self anymore. She was shattered. She belonged to him and that meant he could photograph her in any way he liked.
“Oh...yes, I did, Daddy, thank you. I must have been really out of it, I could swear I was somewhere else...”
“Oh? Why don’t you tell me about it?”
She did. Russel didn’t interrupt her, just a small nod or look of understanding as she spoke to him, letting the words flow out of her with his comforting presence. When she was finished he refrained from commenting and asked her if she needed anything.
She had to go to the bathroom. And she was hungry. And thirsty. Russel gave her some water and after that brought her to the bathroom and waited as she relieved herself. Cunt was embarrassed that he was watching her, but he didn’t seem to be in a sadistic mood to her. She got the impression that he was more like a dog owner, casually standing by while his pet did it’s thing. Eventually she got comfortable enough and was able to go. Why not? She really was his.
After she was done Russel said that she was now violating house rules and had better get shaved and cleaned up quick. Cunt already had shaved armpits and a trimmed bush, but now she had to be totally hairless. He told her that Cass would help her to make sure she did a good job. Then he left and within a few moments Cassandra came in, naked like she was.
Cunt was surprised to see her friend with bruises on her body, she looked like she had been in a fight. The dark haired Batgirl smiled at her as she walked in.
“Hi, Cunt.” She said cheerfully to her friend. “Let’s get you presentable for Daddy!”

After making Barbara expose Batman’s true identity she had begged Russel not to reveal it to the public. She didn’t think she could persuade him but she begged him all the same. If Batman’s identity was to be revealed then she felt like all might truly be lost. She had to at least try.
“I guess we could make a deal.” Russel said vaguely. “I can edit that part out before I make the video public. Would you like that, Babs?”
Barbara nodded her head. She’d rather he never released it at all but if he left Batman’s identity out of it then it wouldn’t be so bad. He needed to stay anonymous. Batman was the world’s greatest detective and he was the only chance she thought she had now at any rescue. She knew he would come for her. But if his secret was compromised would he even be able to?
She should have known he might have asked for Batman’s identity. She should never have mentioned him at all, maybe her master wouldn’t have thought about it. Barbara had only mentioned Batman because in that moment her captor was tormenting her and destroying the last of her hope and she just needed to hold on to the idea of rescue in order to keep herself together. It was all she had left now. She felt a crippling feeling of failure towards her mentor.
“Please, Master...I would be so happy if you left that out.” She said to him, trying unsuccessfully to keep the panic out of her voice. “I’ll do anything at all for you!”
“All right, since you’re so desperate to do something, I’ll let you eat my ass.”
Russel lay down right on the floor and lifted his legs up high. Barbara didn’t wait, she got down on her hands and knees and stuck her face right in his ass, plunging her tongue deep into his hole. She could smell him instantly but she didn’t care any more about how it disgusted her to be doing this to him. He had stripped her of all pride, stripped her of everything she had and her only concern at the moment was trying to please her master.
Russel happily looked down to see the heroine as she got to work with vigour. She went as deep as her tongue would go and just wiggled it around as best as she could, staring right up at him. She still had her mask on with her own drivers license taped to her forehead as she did this and Russel thought she was started to get the look of a broken slave. That fire she had in her eyes when they first met seemed extinguished to him, or nearly so. He knew she wasn’t fully broken in though, not yet. She still held out hope for rescue. Despite everything that had been done to her there was some small part of her that was still in denial about the magnitude of it all. She still allowed herself to believe she had some way out of her new life.
After a while Barbara pulled her tongue out of his sphincter and just started licking it. She flicked at it with the tip of her tongue before running the flat side of her tongue up and down it repeatedly. She did her best to put on a show for the camera that was built into her own goggles that he now wore. Deep down she doubted that he would keep Batman’s secret but she still had to do whatever she could, if there was even a tiny chance, if she could somehow please him enough then maybe he would grant her this one request.
Barbara was licking him now from his asshole all the way up his perineum until her nose touched his ball sack. She kept looking up at him as she knew he liked but his erect cock was sticking up and blocking much of her view from the camera. She gently took it in her hand and moved it to the side and smiled up at him, planting a small kiss on his veiny shaft.
Then something went off in her mind and Barbara remembered when he said not to touch him there with her hand. She felt her heart rate increase as she recalled this and she let go of his stiff member, which sprang back into it’s original spot, slapping her face. She tried to keep the smile on her face and she went back down and began furiously tonguing his anus again, hoping she could cover the lapse.
Russel however had caught this transgression. He let her rim him out for another few minutes before he stopped her by planting his hands on each side of her head. He got up to a sitting position and pointed her skull up at him.
“Barbara.” He said to her, calmly but sternly. “You did something wrong. Do you know what that is?”
She swallowed. He had caught her. She nodded her head fearfully. “Yes, Master. I...I touched your penis with my hand.” She said in a little voice.
“I told you that if you did that then there would be a punishment. Do you remember that?”
“I remember, sir, I’m sorry, I just forgot for a second!” She pleaded. It had only been for the briefest moment, couldn’t he be lenient with her? “I...I only did it because your cock is so big and I just wanted to smile at the camera while I was licking your ass! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir, I was just trying to put on a show for you!”
Barbara looked like she was about to start crying again. After all she had been through her emotions were a wreck. Truly she had only been trying to debase herself for him, there wasn’t a hint of disobedience in her action. She just wanted him to get a good look at her as she rimmed him. It seemed so unfair that he should punish her for that!
“You really are a dumb little slut, aren’t you?” Russel asked the girl who’s eyes were still red from all the crying she had done.
“Yes.” She said breathlessly, nodding her head in agreement in his hands. “I am a dumb little slut.”
“You’re an ass licking whore.”
“I am! I am an ass licking whore!” She repeated with great conviction, even though she looked like she was on the verge of another breakdown. “Oh please, sir, I’m so, so sorry. Please don’t punish me. I...I don’t think I can take much more.”
Russel didn’t say anything as he got to his feet. His silence terrified Barbara. He instructed her to stand up and he pulled the dildo out of her with a wet sound. He had her lift a leg and then he pushed his hard cock deep into her pink gash. Her body quivered around him. Then he had her wrap her legs around his torso as he took hold of her ass cheeks, one in each hand. She put her arms around him to steady herself and Russel was able to easily carry her like this, impaled on his cock.
He marched out of the room, triumphant and in full command of her life. Barbara was carried easily and she could feel his cock mashing around in her insides as he walked out the room and up the stairs. She put her face into his chest and closed her eyes. He was wearing her pussy like it was some adornment for his cock, like it was an accessory. She felt tiny in his hands as she felt their power, squeezing her butt cheeks as he carried her through the house. Her cervix was constantly being pushed up against by his bulbous cockhead as her weight rested on him.
Russel went up the stairs and walked to a large window that looked out on to his backyard. He studied the light of the day as it wore on. It was getting later into the afternoon and he decided it would be good if they all had dinner soon. He looked at Barbara who’s head still rested on his chest. She seemed distant, like she was off in her own world, trying her best to catch up to the sudden and total change in her life. He pulled her off himself with his hands and let her stand in front of him, a head shorter than her captor.
“Come here, Barbara. I want you standing here.” He said to her as he brought her to a corner of the dining room. He placed her so that she was physically touching the wall as close as she could go, with her face to the wall. “You stand there until I tell you you can move.”
Barbara shuddered. “Yes, Master.” She said. How long was he going to keep her there? She had already been forced to stand for so long and now this? She longed for rest but kept quiet. If this was her punishment then she would take it. At least he wasn’t hurting her.
Russel noticed Cassandra nuzzling her head against his leg. Before he had gone downstairs to see Barbara he had taped a thumb sized vibrator to her clit and left it buzzing away. Then he had just left her here in her bitch suit while he went downstairs. He hadn’t given her any instructions or ideas as to what to do. She had just waited there on all fours like a cow until her master had returned.
He freed Cassandra from her bondage and she was happy just to be recognized by him. After taking off the vibrator he inspected her pussy and it was wet. Russel smiled, then he took his dark haired slave upstairs. It was time to wake up Cunt.

“Are you okay?” Cunt had asked her when they were alone. Cassandra had a bruise on the side of her face and several all over her body.
“I’m fine.” She replied, reassuring her friend. “Daddy was just playing with me. He turned me back to my old thinking and we had a fight, but I’m all right.”
“You two fought? And he won?” Cunt asked, a little surprised.
“Daddy’s very strong.” Cass said smiling. “He just wanted to put me in my place. I deserved it. Anyway never mind that. Let’s get you shaved and waxed!”
The two girls took a hot shower together. Cassandra helped Cunt shave herself just as she did with Barbara. Cunt was grateful for Cass’s company. Having some time alone with her friend was refreshing. Even though it was far more intimate than she’d ever been with Cassandra in their old life, the act of working together in a relaxed and even playful manner was welcome, and felt strangely natural to Cunt. It felt good to have Cassandra’s hands on her, feminine and gentle as they searched her skin and removed her hair until she was smooth from the neck down.
Cassandra seemed genuinely happy, even though Cunt knew that she was under the effects of mind control. Cass’s attitude helped frame things for Cunt. As long as Cunt was here she belonged to him. As long as she was here she had to know her place. It was like Cassandra was providing a model for her to emulate, something she could aspire to in order to make her Daddy happy with her.
When they were finished they dried off and went downstairs, naked, smooth and clean. The smell of cooking filled their nostrils and their mouths started to water immediately. They were very hungry.
Russel was nearly finished preparing their dinners and he had the girls set the table. He rarely had company or any reason to use the dining table and silver ware, but today that was all going to change. The girls did up the table nicely. Both of them noticed Barbara standing in the corner with her back to them, but they didn’t say anything.
“Barbara’s being punished.” Russel explained to them when he saw Cunt’s eyes go to the redhead in the corner. “She touched my dick with her hand and that’s against the rules.”
He served up the meal, roast potatoes with vegetables and chicken. They were all feeling famished and the food smelled exquisite. Russel poured them all glasses of water except for Barbara who remained in the corner. He stared at her body and her ass for a second before addressing her.
“Are you ready to eat, Barbara?”
“Yes, sir.” She said, her voice sounding sad and tired. She was starving.
“Come and sit down then.”
Barbara complied and sat in her spot, the butt plug being pushed a little deeper as she sat down on it. Russel stood next to her and took hold of his flaccid cock. Barbara thought he was going to make her suck on it before she ate, but then he did something she never could have imagined.
Taking her glass in his other hand he aimed the tip of his penis into it and unleashed a gushing torrent of hot piss. The yellow liquid filled the glass with a bubbling sound as it filled right to the top of the glass. Russel felt massive relief as he had been holding it for a long time. He was in danger of spilling over the top of the glass so he cut off his stream and aimed at Barbara’s plate, which had her delicious dinner on it. He pissed for another 5 seconds, emptying whatever was left of his bladder right onto her food. When he was done he shook the last few drops out.
The girls were shocked, even Cassandra. They all understood what he wanted and never could have imagined he would do something like this.
“You’re going to drink that whole glass, Barbara. That’s your punishment.” Russel said casually. “So drink up.”
Barbara was in near disbelief as she stared at the glass that was brimming full of his urine. He couldn’t be serious! How on earth was she supposed to drink that? She looked up at him, eyes wide.
“Please no...” She said, starting to beg even though she was sure that no amount of begging would do any good. “Please, Master, don’t make me do that, I...I can’t...”
Russel took hold of her bottom lip with is thumb and forefinger and pulled her to him as he leaned in menacingly so that they were face to face.
“You ditzy, stuck up cunt.” He said to her in a voice that dripped with malevolence. “If you don’t finish that glass and give me a nice big smile when you’re done then dinner is over for all of us and we spend the rest of the day showing you what real pain is.”
Barbara let out a whimper like a whipped dog. She didn’t want to test him or make him angry. She looked at the glass full of bubbling liquid and her heart sank. It was inconceivable to her that she should ever have to do this.
She brought the glass closer to herself and looked at it. The odour of urine wafted up her nostrils and the smell was repugnant. Barbara was shaking her head as though she could deny the awful turn her life had taken. She wished with all her soul that she could be spared from this disgusting task.
“Clock is ticking, Babs.” Russel said, reading the girls internal conflict and loving it. “You should know that I can make you do anything and if you don’t drink up willingly then you’re going to find a whole lot of piss on the menu for the next week.”
The idea of that was too revolting for Barbara and she looked up at him and then snuck a glance at the other girls. Cunt had a look of compassion but avoided her gaze, looking down at her plate of food. Cassandra was watching, fascinated. The other girls were both completely nude, while Barbara was the only one still wearing her mask and collar. This made her feel singled out and targeted.
Barbara picked up the glass and brought it to her face. It was warm to the touch. She stared at it for a second and knew that she would never be able to live this down. Then she cleared her mind and steeled her resolve as she had done many times in the past. She put the glass to her lips and started to drink.
The liquid was warm in her mouth as she gulped down her first mouthful. Her mind was trying to revolt against her body but she forced herself to take another few gulps. It tasted awful. She was actually drinking piss! She felt like she was dying inside.
Russel had to stop himself from laughing with an effort. He could see the turmoil on Barbara’s face, the disgust she felt at what she was doing. The fact that her Batgirl mask was still on, drivers license still taped to her forehead, made this priceless. Batgirl was drinking his piss. He felt as victorious as he had when he was raping the redheaded heroine for the first time.
Barbara took another few gulps with an effort and then had to stop for a second and breathe. Her eyes were starting to water and she felt like she already drank a lot, but there was still so much left in the glass. She wanted to cry. She had never even imagined she could be subjected to something like this.
She started drinking again and Cunt watched silently, secretly glad she didn’t have to drink that. She felt bad for Barbara, but there was nothing she could do. She promised herself to avoid punishments as best she could. She wasn’t sure she could ever drink a mans piss like that.
Cassandra watched the spectacle and wondered what she would do if her Daddy told her to drink his piss? It looked so disgusting to her. But...
She would do it in a heartbeat. Even something like that. She would tell him it was yummy, like it was her favourite juice. It was only pee and if it made Daddy happy even for a second then it was worth it. She became almost intrigued by the idea. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that there was no better way a girl could show absolute devotion to her man than by drinking his piss.
Barbara had now finished over half the glass. The taste of it was all consuming. She gulped down some more and felt her stomach try to eject the liquid by force. She heaved and for a second thought she was going to throw up, but she steeled the muscles in her abs and forced herself to hold it down. She took a deep breath and looked at the glass. She was nearly done.
She picked up the glass again and stared mournfully at it. Just a few more mouthfuls to drink and it would all be over. For now at least. Barbara was struggling to come to grips with what she was really doing. She thought she could actually feel the warm liquid in her belly, somehow separate from the rest of her.
Barbara put the glass to her lips again and started to drink. Russel waited for her to start before he said, “Don’t swallow the rest of that just yet, Barbara. I want you to hold it in your mouth.” She turned her eyes to him in disbelief. She had drank so much of his pee already and now that she was nearly done he wanted this from her? Barbara wanted to scream at how unfair he was being! He stared right into her eyes though and she knew that she had better do as he said. She had already come this far and disobeying him now would only make things worse.
So she kept Russel’s urine in her mouth. Her cheeks were full of liquid and she looked like she was going to be sick, being forced to taste the piss that tainted her mouth. He was prolonging her punishment by making her do this and despite everything that had been done to her, Barbara felt herself falling even lower, being degraded in a way she never could have imagined. The idea of being beaten, of being raped or even unmasked had at least occurred to her in the past. But not this. Never this. Even in her minds worst scenarios she would never have conceived of herself in this position.
Russel was just happy to be getting this all on film. Batgirl, who everyone knew was Barbara Gordon now, was sitting there at the dinner table in just her mask, collar and butt plug, identification still taped crudely to her forehead, and her cheeks were literally full of his piss. A few drops escaped her mouth and ran down her chin. The fact that she was just sitting there, obediently watching him and waiting for him like a good girl made him very happy. She didn’t like it, but she was learning her place. If Russel wanted his piss drank, Barbara Gordon would drink it.
“Hold your head up now.” Russel said, standing over her. “Open your mouth and let’s all get a look at that nasty piss in your mouth.”
She lifted her head and opened her mouth, trying hard not to spill any. Russel leaned in for a close look. Her mouth was filled nearly to the brim. He could see her tongue fully submerged.
“Gargle it.” He said. “Let’s see some bubbles.”
It was nearly unbearable but Barbara did what he said and started gargling the pee in her mouth. Russel could hear her voice as it emerged, travelling in bubbles through his piss to escape her open mouth.
“Ahhhgluh-gluh-gluh-gluh-gluh-gluh-” Barbara sang as she stared into the camera in the goggles. She couldn’t imagine how this would look on film. At this point she thought that he was going beyond what he needed to do to destroy her image. It was already shattered into a million pieces. Now he was degrading whatever was left of her old identity just for fun.
After this Russel told her to swallow up the rest of it and she did. Barbara opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out, showing that she had taken every last drop. She was trying to smile for the camera like she knew he wanted, but after what she had just done she was not successful. She was more focused on trying not to throw up, and her mind was still processing what she had just done.
Russel had them all take their seats and they started eating. Barbara’s meal was saturated with urine and there was a pool of yellow liquid on her plate, soaking her dinner. She looked at the piss soaked food dismally, but to Russel’s satisfaction she picked up her utensils and picked at some of the food on top. She ate very slowly.
Russel wolfed down his food and helped himself to a second helping while Cunt and Cassandra were only halfway done theirs. When he had finished he relaxed and watched the girls eat. Barbara was moving at a snails pace, her gaze firmly down on her plate, and each bite seemed like a chore to her. But she was eating so Russel said nothing.
Instead he informed the girls of some of the tasks that they would be responsible for. Any domestic task was now their responsibility. Cooking. Cleaning. Gardening. Their bodies were to remain hairless at all times no matter what. They were to focus on their appearances and make themselves sexy and feminine above all else. It was also their job to please him, although he didn’t elaborate on what this meant.
They all waited for Barbara to finish and Russel had her lick the plate clean when she was done. She slurped it up and did like she was told. Despite the fact that he pissed on it she found that the food did much to hide the taste of urine and at least it wasn’t as bad as drinking it straight from the glass.
When dinner was done Russel brought his girls to the large couch in front of the TV. He sat in between Cunt and Barbara and had Cassandra get down on her knees in front of him. He moved her head idly to his cock and the girl smiled as she opened her mouth and started to suck on Daddy.
“I think a little evening news is in order. It’s always good to catch up on the news of the day.” He said casually. He could feel both girls next to him tense just slightly. They all knew what they would see on the news. After what he had done it was the biggest news story of the day, maybe the year. He turned on the television to get a more mainstream perspective on the rape and unmasking of the Batgirls.
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