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Batgirl’s Magic Box	By : NatMar Category: DC Verse Television > Batman Views: 3636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The slapping sound of Batgirl being spanked could be heard through the speaker. And the corresponding grunts and suppressed whimpers from the box containing her head proved that her assailant wasn’t going easy on her.
“And just remember, gentlemen, not only can I see the three of you but I also have a view of the exterior doors to police headquarters. If any of you walk out of sight of my camera, or if anyone leaves the building, I will kill Batgirl instantly.” Neither Batman, Commissioner Gordon nor Chief O’Hare moved, but they all instantly realized that the Magician had just revealed that he could only see the three of them. That meant Robin was far enough away to be out of sight of the tiny cameras inside of the box. Perhaps there could be a way to use this to their advantage. Instinctively the boy wonder stepped back further into the shadow near the curtains.
“Now he’s taking off my utility belt,” Batgirl commented angrily. “And he’s not being too careful about where he puts his hands.” This drew a chuckle from the Magician, but he didn’t say anything.
Without looking at his partner, Batman carefully tapped a compartment of his utility belt. Robin saw the move and quickly grabbed the corresponding compartment on his own belt. It contained a miniature tracking device. He turned it on, but it was useless for finding Batgirl, unless she activated a beacon at her location. The Boy Wonder looked back at Batman quizzically to see his mentor deftly pluck a small capsule from another compartment on the back of his belt. The teenager recognized it as a drug that would release a traceable compound into a person’s bloodstream. That would allow him to track Batgirl’s location, but he couldn’t see any way to get her to swallow the tablet without being seen by the cameras on the corners of the box.
“Oh! Oh no! Batman! He’s… He’s taken off my cape and… I think he’s taking my clothes off!” Batgirl’s eyes grew wide. “He’s starting on my arms and tearing the fabric off in strips.”
“That’s right, I’m ripping it into tiny pieces…” the Magician said. “If you do leave here, it won’t be wearing your slinky costume.”
“I don’t like the direction this is going,” Batgirl said nervously.
Batman raised his hand to his face as if in shock, but Robin realized that he was really covering an opportunity to swallow the tablet that he had palmed. The Boy Wonder looked back with confusion, but obviously Batman didn’t respond. Why would the Caped Crusader take the tracking pill himself? His location was obviously right in front of everyone here.
“He’s starting to tear strips off of my back. My top is starting to fall away from my front.” Batgirl continued to give the commentary.
“You all must admit that she has a beautiful body. Doesn’t she? I’m sorry that you can’t see what I’m seeing,” the Magician gloated, but none of the men responded.
“Now he’s tearing strips down my legs…” Batgirl closed her eyes, unable to make eye contact with the masculine trio in front of her.
“Tell them what you’re wearing now?” the voice demanded.
“I’m only wearing my underwear,” Batgirl admitted. Suddenly there was snap and she gave a scream that was much sharper than the last. “What was that?”
“That was a whip, Batgirl. I’m being forced to punish you. You’ve been a very bad girl.”
“What has she done?” Batman snapped at the remote voice. “She is completely helpless to your cruelty!” Another snap was heard through the tiny speakers and Batgirl screamed again.
“Her underwear is quite bland, Batman. A sexy woman like this should be wearing something much more provocative.” His oily voice cooed as he whipped her again, causing Batgirl to scream. “Of course that will have to be removed.”
“You sick, perverted degenerate!” Batman yelled into the speaker.
“I don’t deny your accusation Batman, but why would I deny myself the chance to admire the glorious body of this exquisite creature before me.”
“He’s… ripping off my… underwear. And now he’s… groping me. He’s… OUCH… pinching me…” Batgirl said.
“Come now Batgirl, you’re a grown up. I can tell by what I’m holding in my hands. Use your big girl words and tell them exactly what’s happening.” The Magician said.
“He’s groping my breasts,” Batgirl said softly. There was the sound of a whip and Batgirl screamed louder than before.
“You can do better than that. Be graphic. Use language that would make your daddy blush.” Barbara Gordon couldn’t help a brief glance at her father before she did as instructed.
“He’s squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples,” she said firmly.
“Much better. I like the way you say that. I think you deserve a reward,” the voice replied smugly. A ratcheting sound was heard, drawing concern from everyone in the office.
“Oh!” Batgirl exclaimed in a moment of surprise, which was quickly replaced by a look of confusion followed by a look of inquisition and returning to surprise. Her facial expressions rapidly rotated through the spectrum of emotion.
“What is it, Batgirl? What’s happening?” the caped crusader asked.
“I’m not sure, Batman,” the captive heroine said carefully, more confused than distressed. “My wrists are secured alongside my head in the stockade, but it feels like I’m touching someone’s… no… I seem to be… I think I’m touching my own breasts. But that can’t be possible.”
“Oh it can, Batgirl,” the voice of the Magician chuckled. “The same magic stockade that allows your head to exist while all the way across town can also place your hands wherever I want them. And Batman, I have to tell you, she certainly seems to be enjoying it. She is really going to town on herself. Squeezing and stroking her knockers like a horny lesbian.”
“No, I… I was just… experimenting,” Batgirl’s face turned beet red. “It’s a strange sensation.”
“And tell them what this is,” the voice demanded.
“You know what it is,” Batgirl blushed looking away from the men towering over her. Then she screamed. No slap could be heard, but it was obvious that the pain was lasting slightly longer this time. “It’s my vagina!”
“You’ll have to do better than that.” The Magician taunted.
“It’s my pussy. You’re fingering my pussy.” Batgirl cried out in angry frustration. Batman and the others raged with impotent fury at their helplessness.
“You’re only partially right, Batgirl. That is your pussy, but it is not my finger,” the proclamation produced a wide eyed look of terror in the helpless heroine. Batman began pacing, feeling the frustration of the situation. The commissioner covered his mouth with his clutched hands, silently subduing his own anger.
“I want you to describe your cunt for these patient gentlemen who don’t have the privilege to see it up close like I do.”
“It looks perfectly normal,” Batgirl said defiantly. Her small act of rebellion was quickly follow by another yelp of pain. “Okay, it’s… I don’t know… it’s a pink slit with tight lips that protrude slightly when I’m aroused… Is that what you want?”
“Tell them about your pubic hair.” Batgirl’s eyes grew wide.
“It’s trimmed on the sides to create a narrow strip…” she said meekly.
“No! Tell them what color it is,” the voice demanded triumphantly. Batgirl mumbled an answer. “Say that louder, please.”
“It’s black pubic hair,” she admitted.
“So you’re not a real redhead are you?” Batgirl refused to admit to the obvious observation, it was pointless to deny it.
“That must have been hard to admit,” the Magician said. “Let me make it up to you.” Suddenly there were more sounds of shuffling and ratcheting as items were being moved around and adjusted. Everyone fidgeted nervously, unable to do anything but wait to find out what punishment would come next.
When the sounds stopped, Batgirl looked confused for a moment, then surprised, then her face took on a look of angry disgust.
“He’s just placed my right hand between my legs,” she grumbled. But suddenly the look of surprise was back and she gasped. “Ah! What is that? My hand is shaking. It’s vibrating!”
“You’re welcome, Batgirl,” the voice said. The captured crime fighter’s breath began to grow heavier.
“I can’t… move my hand… away,” Batgirl glanced to the right, as if expecting to see her hand where her arm told her it should be.
“With your wrist immobile in the stockade, you wouldn’t have enough range of motion to move it away,” Batman reassured her. “We all… understand.” Batgirl let out a slight whimpering moan as she bit her lip.
“It feels good, doesn’t it Batgirl?” the sleazy voice taunted. “Be sure to tell your friends before you make yourself cum so they can enjoy the look on your face.”
“Stop this, stop this right now!” Batman stomped towards the microphone, clutching his fists helplessly.
“But Batman, we’re finally getting to the fun part,” the Magician’s voice said from the speaker. “While you get to watch the face of our guest of honor as she fingers herself to orgasm, I am finally going to take the opportunity to fuck her beautifully toned ass, which I’ve been admiring this whole time. I hope you enjoy her moans of pleasure.”
“You can’t possibly expect that we’re just going to stand around while you play out your sick, perverted fantasies?”
“You know what’s going to happen to Batgirl if you don’t, Batman,” the Magician replied calmly.
“Why should we trust you? You’ve given us no reason to believe that you’re not going to dispose of her once you’ve had your satisfaction,” the caped crusader snarled past Batgirl’s nervous face towards the speaker.
“So you want an ultimatum, Batman? Is that it? Okay, I’ll give you an option,” the Magician thought for a moment. “I will give you my location, after I’ve had a chance to get away, of course. At which point you will be able to return Batgirl’s head and safely free her. But only after she has sucked off and swallowed a load of cum from each of you three gentlemen.”
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