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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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The following days were the most transformative of Barbara Gordon’s life.
After the other two Batgirls agreed to her punishment Russel was on her. With one hand he took her by her hair. His other hand went to her crotch and he grabbed hold of her pussy with his middle and ring finger. He used this grip to pick her up and carry her out of the bedroom.
Barbara cried out in pain. She tried apologizing, tried to promise never to misbehave again. She pleaded for clemency, but it all fell on deaf ears as she was hauled down the stairs into the basement of the house.
When he got to the empty room he dropped her on the hard concrete floor. “Stay here.” He said before leaving and closing the door.
She didn’t dare disobey him. Minutes passed and all Barbara could do was wait to see what would happen next. Her attempt to use his own weapon against him had failed miserably. Now she was filled with regret and foreboding. She had no idea what was in store for her and the uncertainty of it haunted her.
Eventually he came back in the room with a small, nearly empty bag in his hand. Barbara couldn’t see what it contained. She tried to apologize again.
“Please, sir, I’m so sorry, I didn’t—”
“Lie down.” He interrupted her.
She did. She lay on the cold ground, naked and fearful of him, watching for any clues as to what would be next.
“Lift your legs up. I want your feet high above your head. Spread them wide.”
Trembling slightly, Barbara did as she was told. She used her hands to hike her legs up and hold them in position, exposing her bald pussy to him. Russel could see the butt plug he had placed inside of her last night still in its position, snug in her ass.
He went to the bag and pulled out the short, thin leather strop. Gripping it by the handle he came up to her. She quivered in fear and almost released her position to scramble away from him. She knew what was coming.
“Oh please, no, don’t do that, sir, I’m sorry, I swear I am, I—”
*CRACK!*
He swung the flat piece of leather through the air with strength and accuracy and it landed hard on her flesh, square in the centre of Barbara’s vulva.
“AAAHH!” She screamed out, the sudden impact brutal on her sensitive womanhood. The pain was searing and it sent a shock throughout her entire body. She dropped her legs and covered herself with her hands.
“Please!” She begged him, fresh tears forming in her eyes. “Please don’t! I’m sorry!”
“Get those legs up right now or you’ll be getting a hundred of those.”
His voice was cold and serious. Barbara wanted to turn over and die. She was completely in his power. She couldn’t fight him or get away or even beg him to change his mind. She lifted her legs up and started to cry.
“Now.” Said Russel, patting the palm of his hand with the strop. “When I slap that pussy of yours, I want you to say ‘Thank you for spanking my pussy, Master.’ Do you think you can do that?”
Tears ran down Barbara’s cheeks. She nodded her head in the affirmative. Her face was one of abject misery.
*CRACK!*
“Aaahh! Th-Thank you...Thank you for spanking my pussy, Master.” Barbara barely managed to get the words out. The pain was nearly overwhelming.
“You’re welcome, you dumb little slut.” Russel said with a grin. “Since you like it so much I’ll give you another one.”
*CRACK!*
A shrill cry came from her throat. Barbara’s whole world was compressed down into the pain that erupted from her crotch. Nothing else existed for her in that moment.
“Thank you for spanking my pussy, Master!” She cried out desperately, as though the words she spoke were the key to her salvation.
Russel smiled at her. Seeing the famous Batgirl with her legs hiked up high, thanking him for abusing her pink little gash, was getting him hard. His cock started to stand up, hungry for something to fuck.
*CRACK!*
“NOOO!” She screamed, nearly letting go of her position. “Thank you! Thank you for spanking my pussy, Master!”
“Anytime, Babs.” Russel said with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Anytime.”
*CRACK!*
Barbara let out a defeated cry and dropped her legs, falling into a fetal position with her hands covering her crotch. She was crying pathetically now, shaking her head.
“Puh-please... please nuh-no more...” She said through sobs, her pussy now dark red and wracked with pain. She looked up at him glaring down at her malevolently. Barbara turned so that she was lying face down on the floor, completely flat. She placed her face on the ground and held up her hands above her head, putting them together as though she were in prayer.
“Master...” She rasped, trying to get her voice to work. “Master, please....I can’t take any more...I’m so sorry, I’m a stupid little slut, I swear I’ll never do anything wrong again! I’ll be a good girl for you! Please...”
Russel bent down and grabbed a handful of her red hair and stood, lifting Barbara right off the ground with his powerful grip. She let out a squeal of pain as he held her up by her hair, feet off the ground, suspended by her scalp.
*SMACK!*
He gave her face a hard smack with the palm of his hand and Barbara felt the strength of the blow. There was a red mark on her cheek where he hit her.
“I told you to keep your legs up and to thank me for spanking your pussy and you’ve disobeyed.” He said sternly, his eyes boring into hers. “You’re having a very bad day, Barbara. You’re being a very bad girl.”
“I’m sorry!” She cried out, in disbelief over the unfairness of her situation. “I can’t take it! It hurts, you’re hurting my pussy! Please, Master, I’m sor—”
*SMACK!*
Russel slapped her again, cutting her off. He let her down but her feet didn’t support her and Barbara wound up on her knees in front of him. He didn’t let go of her hair. It was useful for guiding her head and making sure his slaps had maximum impact.
*SMACK!*
He slapped her again and her head jerked to the side, directed by the force of his hand. She had a dazed look in her eyes. He hit her again.
*SMACK!*
“I had planned on making you cum your brains out today, Babs. I was going to treat you nicely. Give you good food and lots of rest. I don’t think you realize how badly you fucked up.”
*SMACK!*
“At the end of the day maybe you’re better off keeping as a pain slut in the basement. Cunt and Cassandra are more than happy to have sex and be good girls. Their pussies are just as tight as yours. Tighter, even. They’re both younger than you.”
*SMACK!*
Barbara’s face and lips were starting to swell. Russel had smacked her to the point where it was getting visible. He decided to give her a few more, just to prove his point.
*SMACK!*
*SMACK!*
*SMACK!*
Barbara was groaning, her world consumed by pain. It had been so easy for him to inflict damage on her, he had been so casual about it and it was devastating her. She cast her eyes down, afraid to even look at him now. Her spirit of defiance was truly gone and she wished she had never laid hands on the artifact.
He shoved her down onto the floor and reached down and took hold of her butt plug. He yanked it out hard and she let out another cry of pain. The plug had been pulled out so fast that she felt like her anus had almost torn.
Russel went to the bag and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and a bottle of lube. He attached the clamps first and Barbara let out a soft groan. The metal teeth bit into her soft nipples. Then he lubed up his cock and lined it up with her sphincter.
He penetrated her ass forcefully, but the lube made it easier on both of them and he kept on pushing until he went balls deep into the broken heroine. Barbara grunted and clenched her teeth as she was greeted with fresh pain.
He sodomized her. Fucking her with no remorse, enjoying her pain and anguish as he used his cock as an instrument in her torment. Barbara had never felt so completely destroyed. Even her earlier rapes weren’t as bad as this, he was hurting her now, putting his own pleasure to the side so that he could inflict suffering on her.
Minutes ticked by before Russel decided he would cum in her. Pulling out of her asshole he stabbed into her pussy. Barbara let out a gasp of shock at the sudden change in his rape target. He bottomed out inside of her and gave her cunt a few thrusts before pulling out and forcing his way back up her ass.
Then he started alternating between her ass and her pussy, pushing in all the way in one hole before ripping himself out and sliding into the other. She was tight on his cock and he revelled in the experience of turning her into a broken fuck toy.
He lost track of time. To Barbara it seemed an eternity. Eventually he felt himself ready to go and when he started to cum he pushed deep into her pussy and blew his load there. Hot cum filled her insides as Barbara felt him pumping into her yet again. There was no doubt in her mind now that he would claim her womb. Her body would be his. He was going to inseminate her. Breed her. She belonged to him.
After his climax Russel kept his cock buried in her. Barbara had finally run out of tears and simply lay there, devastated and in pain. Her face was clearly swollen now. Her pussy was still screeching with pain and now her anus as well. She wanted to submit to him, to show him he had won.
“I’m so sorry.” She said quietly, hoping that her punishment would be over. “Please forgive me. I’m yours. Your slave. You’re my master, you’re my Daddy, I—”
*SMACK!*
He slapped her face again, hard. It had surprised her and she felt herself starting to tear up despite all the crying she had done. Barbara had only tried to prostrate herself before him, she had only tried to submit to his dominance, and to be slapped so hard for it had hurt her as much emotionally as it had physically. His cock was starting to deflate, but it was still up in her.
“You don’t call me Daddy.” Russel said, taking her face in both his hands and holding on to her hard. She felt the strength of his grip as he squeezed her skull. “Calling me Daddy is a privilege. And not one you’ve earned, you dumb bitch. You’re lucky I even let you call me Master.”
Barbara’s face broke into one of anguish and she started crying again, sobbing loudly. Russel just watched her, his face inches from her, still gripping her head as she wept. The only sound in the room was the crying of Barbara Gordon.
He let her go for a while before releasing his grip on her head. Then he pulled his cock out of her ravaged pussy and he squatted over her body. Then he grabbed on to her nipple clamps, pinching them shut even harder with his fingers as he pulled up on them.
Barbara let out a yell as her nipples felt like they were being ripped from her body. She brought her hands up to his to try to ease some of the pain. Her hands felt so small and weak on his. She wasn’t trying to release his grip as much as keep her chest close to his hands in a feeble attempt to reduce the pain that was coursing through her pink nubs.
“Pleeeeaase...” She managed, at her wits end. Barbara just wanted it to be over. She would have done anything at all.
“We’ve only just started your punishment, Babs.” Russel said in an even voice to the girl underneath him. Her green eyes, which were red from all her crying, stared up at him in dismay. She almost didn’t believe it. She felt like she had been punished more than enough.
He finally released his grip on her and she let out a little shudder of relief, although the clamps remained on her nipples.
Russel then positioned her on the floor so that her legs were spread out and her arms stuck out, so that she was like a star lying on the ground. He then stood over top of her.
“I’m going to go have my breakfast now. I want you to lie there and stay absolutely still. If I come back and see you’ve moved an inch from that position you’ll be getting a hundred pussy whips. But if you show me you can be a good girl and stay like that, I’ll go a lot easier on you. Don’t fuck this up if you know what’s good for you.”
Then he turned and left the room, leaving the door open a crack.
Barbara lay there, traumatized and in pain. She wanted to turn to her side and hug herself and cry. Instead she just lay still as if paralysed, arms and legs spread out on the cold floor. She was afraid he would come back at any minute. And she didn’t dare disobey him. She knew in her heart that she would never do such a thing again. She only hoped that she could prove it to him.
For the first time she truly regretted ever becoming Batgirl.

When Russel came upstairs Cunt and Cassandra were still at work in the kitchen, which suited him. He went in the living room next to where his girls were cooking and sat with the artifact.
Although he had smacked Barbara around and cowed her it was really for his own amusement more than a real punishment. For what he had in mind he would need things he didn’t have on hand, so he went out into the informational web and ordered what he needed.
He took his time, making sure to be thorough, and when he was done he sat down at the dining table, his meal placed before him. Cunt and Cassandra were still naked, waiting for him to sit before they took their own seats. They both still had their asses plugged.
“Did you punish Barbara, Daddy?” Cassandra asked as they started to eat.
“She probably thinks so.” Russel replied casually. “But no, Cass. I haven’t even started.”
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