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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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Russel spent the rest of the day focused on other things. The first thing he did was take steps to dismantle his own criminal enterprises as well as any further traces of his personal life. He placed a few contracted hits on the people who knew too much about his business dealings, but for the most part it was easy enough to eradicate most of the information that existed about him. He had always been cautious before, but with the artifact at his disposal becoming a ghost was easy.
He also kept an eye on the news of the events. The release of his other Batgirl rape videos caused a huge stir online, but it was overshadowed in the mainstream press by the shocking –and very credible- rumours that Bruce Wayne was really Batman.
With his audacious hack and broadcasting of Batgirls humiliating defeat on prime time television as well as every corner of the internet, public perception had shifted considerably. While people had expressed sympathy for the fallen vigilante, her rape and exposure had prompted discussions in the public sphere as well as officialdom as to the role of masked heroes operating outside of the law. With more details emerging of Batman’s operations and his role in training some of his allies, some started to blame him for the fate of Barbara Gordon.
The situation continued to evolve throughout the day but Russel didn’t pay too much attention. At midday some of the materials he had ordered had arrived and he spent the rest of the day in his garage which he had turned into a workshop.
Cunt and Cassandra assisted him in his project. They took a break after a few hours and he had sex with both of them, bringing his girls to climax and having them suck each others juices off his cock. Then it was back to work. By early evening his job was complete.

Barbara had finally finished the brain numbing task of writing out ‘My name is Barbara Gordon and I’m a stupid rape whore. I deserve to get fucked like the dumb little bitch that I am.’ 1000 times. It had taken her hours and it had been brutal. There was no furniture in the room so she had to bend down and write it out on the floor. Her back ached and she shifted positions multiple times, but it was a long, arduous process.
Her hand cramped up many times during the writing. She rarely wrote by hand these days, typing instead on the computer whenever she had to draft documents or write code, and she was not used to it. There were a few instances where she made a small mistake and had to discard an entire page worth of writing and start over. It was tragic and infuriating when this happened but she was too worried that even a small mistake would be used against her. She also counted and recounted the number of sentences as she went, wanting to make sure she wrote it exactly 1000 times, no more and no less.
When she was finally done she threw the pen to the side and massaged her hand, feeling completely spent. She had written the words so many times she felt like they had been imprinted into her subconscious. By this point she was thirsty and had to pee, but she had been left alone all day and had nothing to do but sit and wait.
Eventually Cassandra came in with a bucket and some toilet paper.
“Hi, Barbara! All done?” She asked in a cheerful tone.
“Yes.” Was Barbara’s sullen reply.
“Oh, good! Daddy will be happy, I think. He told me and Cunt to check your work. I hope you didn’t make any mistakes.”
She put the bucket down on the floor.
“Daddy said if you have to go to the bathroom you can use this.”
Barbara asked for some water and Cassandra told her she would ask Daddy, then the asian Batgirl left Barbara alone once more. She stared at the pail for a few moments before sighing and squatting over it. She didn’t even have to pull down her pants, the modifications to her suit made sure of that.

It took Cunt and Cassandra a while to go through the pages of words, but when they finished they were both satisfied. Barbara had in fact written out what she was told to, 1000 times without a single mistake. Her handwriting was immaculate. They informed their Daddy.
“Good. You can throw that in the trash.” Russel said, taking a sip of coffee.
Cunt did that and Cassandra said “Barbara says she’s thirsty, Daddy.”
“Did she? Well then, I guess we should give her a drink. Anyway it’s time to show her where she’ll be sleeping tonight.”

When Russel and his girls came back to the room Barbara was sitting in the corner, looking miserable. She straightened up however when she saw them enter.
“Cass says you’re thirsty.” Russel said, wearing the goggles and holding a large pint glass.
“Yes, sir.”
“All right. You can have a drink.”
He placed the glass down on the floor and bent down, watching it through the lens of his glasses which recorded everything.
Abruptly Cunt squatted down over the glass. Barbara’s eyes went wide as she realized what was about to happen.
A torrent of yellow liquid came gushing out of the 18 year old’s pee hole, splashing into the glass beneath her. Cunt had a relieved if slightly embarrassed look on her face, but she kept on pissing until her last drops of urine were spent.
The glass was over half full when Cassandra took her spot, squatting down and peeing on camera, filling the glass right to the brim. When she was done the glass was completely filled to the brim.
“All right, Babs. Drink up.” Russel said casually, trying not to laugh.
Barbara’s face was ashen. Was he serious? Was he really going to make her drink all that? She looked at him with puppy dog eyes, like she was about to cry.
“You said you were thirsty, you didn’t say for what.” He said to her.
“I did, though!” She whined like a petulant child. “I asked Cassandra for a glass of water!”
“Oh.” Russel said, shrugging his shoulders. “She only told me you were thirsty. That’s on her. If you want to be mad, be mad at Cass.”
They all looked at Cassandra, who looked sheepish. “Sorry, Babs.” She said, looking down with remorse in her voice. “I didn’t specify...I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that...I promise it won’t happen again.”
Barbara was in disbelief, she wanted to cry out at the unfairness of it all. But Russel moved towards her.
“I’m sure Cass won’t make that mistake again, Barbara.” He said to her. “But now that the glass is there you’re going to drink every last drop. Now get to it.”
Barbara looked at him and at Cass and at the glass of piss. It wasn’t fair! But she knew she didn’t have a choice. She was here because she had been disobedient, and this was all part of her punishment.
Slowly, she crawled over to the glass that sat on the floor. Russel had squatted down to watch her as she picked up the glass slowly, careful not to spill it. She looked at him with an uncertain expression.
“What are you doing, Barbara?” He asked.
“I’m...going to drink all this pee.” She said to the camera, trying to keep her composure. “I’m going to drink Cunt and Cassandra’s piss now.”
She took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the glass in her hand. She had already drank his piss before and it had been awful but she had managed. Now she was drinking the other Batgirls urine. It disgusted her but she had done this before and there was no choice. She put the glass to her lips and drank.
The liquid was foul and bitter in her mouth. Barbara did her best to drink it as fast as possible so she wouldn’t have to taste it, gulping it down quickly. The glass was too full however and she had to remove the glass from her mouth and pause for a breath as well as calm her stomach, which was reeling.
Russel and the girls just watched Barbara as she put the glass back to her mouth and kept on drinking. She was determined to simply get it over with as quick as possible and in her parched state she was able to guzzle it down.
When she was finished she placed the glass down and looked at Russel. “Finished.” She said unhappily.
“Good girl.” Russel said. “I made something for you today, Barbara. Would you like to see what it is?”
Barbara cringed at the suggestion. She had no idea what that might be but she knew that even though he phrased it as a question, she didn’t have a choice. She nodded her head reluctantly.
Russel beckoned Cunt and Cassandra to come with him and the three of them left the room. They were gone for a few minutes when Barbara heard them coming down the stairs again.
When they came in they were carrying what looked like a cabinet, although on closer inspection it more resembled a coffin. Russel carried most of the weight by himself, with the girls both on the other side aiding him and guiding the piece of furniture. They placed it down on the side of the wall and then he looked to Barbara.
“That’s where you’ll be sleeping tonight, Babs. Do you like it?”
Barbara felt herself shrink at the suggestion that she spend the night in there. It was obviously built to accommodate a person, with a lid that swung up on hinges, but it looked very small to her. She glanced up at him.
“Sir? You...want me to sleep in there?”
“Not yet,” He said. “First I want you to brush your teeth, you’ve got piss on your breath.”
It was then that Cunt turned around. A toothbrush had been stuck up her ass and she pulled it out, handing it to Barbara. Cassandra revealed that she had concealed a small tube of toothpaste up her pussy and she pushed it out and gave it to the redhead.
Barbara brushed her teeth, her mind racing. She didn’t want to go in there. She wasn’t particularly claustrophobic but the idea of spending a night in such a cramped place filled her with dread. When she was done cleaning her teeth she crawled over to Russel on her knees in front of him.
“Please don’t make me go in there, sir.” She begged him quietly, putting her hands together. She wore the most pleading facial expression she could manage. “I’m sorry I ever disobeyed you. I’m really sorry! I can just sleep on the floor like the bitch that I am! I’ve learned my lesson! I’m a stupid, ungrateful slut and I’m lucky that you decided to keep me as a slave. Just please, please don’t put me in that thing!”
Russel stared at her for a while, seeming to consider her request.
“Dance.” He said.
Barbara looked at him, confused for a moment. She realized that it was an order. He was telling her to dance. She got up on shaky legs. Russel moved back to give her room and he folded his arms and watched her.
She didn’t know what to do. He wanted her to dance? He stared at her and she felt his eyes on her, waiting patiently and she realized that she had to do something if she wanted to stay out of the coffin for the night. Abruptly she started to bounce up and down and move her arms.
Barbara felt truly ridiculous. There was no music to dance to, no tempo or rhythm she could use, and she wasn’t much of a dancer to begin with. So she just moved her body as best as she could. She moved her hips and tried to look sexy, running her hands down her body and shifting her shoulders, staring at him with a forced smile. She didn’t think she looked good but she was trying her best.
Russel watched the spectacle of Batgirl, unmasked with her nipples and pussy showing through her torn costume, trying pathetically to dance for his entertainment. Despite her athletic conditioning she didn’t look graceful at all but he recorded the humiliating display. She tried different things, lifting her arms over her head, moving her torso from side to side. Eventually she spun around and bent over slightly, spreading her ass cheeks and showing her holes, staring back at him with her mouth open in a sultry manner. Barbara did this for a while before facing him again and lifted a leg up high, again showing her bald twat as she shook her hips and spread her pussy lips with her index and middle finger.
He let her go on like this for a while. Eventually he told her to strip and she did, doing her best to look sexy while doing it. She peeled off her top as she danced, eventually pulling her pants down and stepping out of them. Her costume lay crumpled on the floor as she danced on top of it, her body nude on display for the whole world.
Motioning Cassandra, he whispered something into her ear and the girl left the room quickly. Barbara wondered what he had said but kept dancing, showing herself off without a hint of dignity.
When Cass returned he told her to stop and she did. Cassandra had a large dildo and butt plug and Barbara’s heart sank. She knew what was going to happen next.
As expected Russel told her to stick them in her holes and she did so. He then had Cassandra hand him a roll of duct tape and he made her a belt out of it along with a long strip going underneath her so that the sex toys could not be pulled out. He made sure to turn on the vibrating function on the dildo before covering it and it sprung to life inside of her.
“All right, Babs. You look ready for a good night of sleep.” He said. Actually it was only early evening and still hours away from what could be considered a bedtime, but Russel was done with his slave for the day.
At hearing this Barbara cried out. “No! Please!”
He took hold of her by the hair and forced her over to the coffin. Cassandra rushed to aid him and Barbara put up a token struggle although she was hopelessly outmatched. She was forced into the wooden box which was even smaller than she realized. It was a few inches too short for her to lie in comfortably and so she had to crane her neck and push her legs to the side, scrunching herself down to fit in height wise. They also had to stuff her in since it was barely deep enough to get her body into. She screamed in horror as they forced the lid closed. Now that she was inside she realized how awful it truly was. The lid that covered her was an inch from her face. Her knees were pushed up against it. She couldn’t move at all! She couldn’t turn around or stretch her legs or arms or do anything, she was trapped in that tight, hard and uncomfortable space. She started to panic.
“Let me out!” She screamed, feeling the fear rising in her. She couldn’t stay in here all night! She had to get out. “Please! Please let me out! Master! Let me out!”
Her cries were muffled in the coffin, but Russel was satisfied. He had left a few small holes in strategic spots to let air in and he was sure she wouldn’t suffocate. He could hear the tremor in her voice and knew that she was truly terrified.
“We’re all going upstairs to make love, Babs.” He said to her, moving to the doorway. “I’m going to eat these teenage bitches until they cream all over my face. Have a good night.”
He turned off the light and the room went dark. Then he left, the girls following and closing the door behind them.
Barbara’s heart was racing and she screamed. It was pitch black. They had left her alone, there was no one to even hear her now! She struggled and tried to kick her way out but she couldn’t even move and the coffin she lay in didn’t budge. She expended some energy uselessly before she had to stop and catch her breath. Everything was silent except for the vibrating dildo that punished her cunt relentlessly.
She felt herself breaking down and she started to bawl uncontrollably. She wept like a baby would, like an abused animal. It was too cruel what was being done to her. She sobbed uncontrollably, feeling alone and forgotten. She wished with all her heart she were with the others. She would give anything to simply be raped or made to lick her masters asshole or even address her father or anyone on camera. She would even rather a beating or a pussy whipping. Anything but this lonely, silent anguish she was being forced to endure.
She kept crying but eventually her sobs got quieter. She ran out of tears. There was nothing she could do but focus on the feeling of the intrusive dildo buzzing away in her pussy. She shuddered at the reality of her awful fate and for the first time since she was a small girl, she began to pray.
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