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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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The time in the coffin was horrible for Barbara. She was cramped beyond belief and couldn’t turn around or stretch out to full length. She was stuck in the same position, laying on her back with her neck and knees bent in order for her to fit in the hard wooden shell. One of her knees was in constant contact with the lid on top and it was so close to her face that she could feel her own breath on the door right in front of her.
She wept and cried and prayed. And eventually she stopped doing that and simply lay there, trying to keep herself calm. She found it impossible to keep her mind roaming over the details of the last two days. There was nothing for her to do but think.
They had all been beaten. Utterly. There was no more resistance on the part of the other Batgirls. And why would there be? Their captor had absolute power over them. Barbara had always been smart and resourceful. She had never been the type to quit no matter how grim the odds were. But this time it was different. This time she knew she had already lost, and badly. The price of this failure was a life of complete sexual slavery for all three of them.
Although some part of her still couldn’t believe her fate, Barbara was finally starting to internalize and accept what had happened to her. After all she had been through, after all her training and exploits, all her triumphs and highs and lows, this was where she had wound up. In a hellish little box with a dildo hammering her insides relentlessly. Her body now reduced to a plaything, just a piece of fuck meat for her owner.
I have an owner. That thought raced through her head again and again. No matter what she did it inevitably circled back into the front of her mind. She had wound up as property. As chattle. He was using her like a breeding sow, he had made his intentions clear. He’s going to impregnate me. We’re all going to be bred. She shuddered every time she faced this inescapable truth, and what few tears she had left escaped in these moments.
She thought back to her first meeting with him. She had been brimming with confidence as she smashed in his door and saw him. He looked average enough. She remembered how she had spoken with bravado, acting cocky and self assured, never imagining in her worst nightmares what he would end up doing to her. If she had any idea back then of what was to come she would have run away. She would have fled Gotham and done everything she could to stay far away from him and hide.
The truth was that she was frightened of him. She was afraid of his control. His willingness to inflict violence was apparent, but he never got emotional and lashed out, it was all directed with specificity. She felt like a mouse in a cage compared to him. And worst of all was that his control went both ways. His sexual prowess was something else. She knew that he wasn’t a normal man, not with the power of that alien device of his. Clearly he had been enhanced...but even still. It was hard for her not to admire how ruthlessly dominant and skillfull he was.
The first night she had been here he had brought her to orgasm. Twice. If she was being honest with herself it wasn’t just an orgasm. He had made her cum her brains out. She felt herself go red as she recalled the details of that encounter. It had been just the two of them in his dimmed bedroom, alone on the bed. A man and a woman. She was like some captive princess, a slave to his lust. She had never felt so naked and helpless before, a part of her gave in fully that night and she had been rewarded for it. She had dared to submit to him there and he fucked her like she had never been before. And it was incredible.
She felt herself getting hot as she relived the lewd details. The steady thrum of the dildo inside her helped to work her up. It was such a shameful thing to be getting off to in her position, but that thought barely lasted a few moments in her head. What was there to be ashamed of? What was she fighting? She had been disgraced in front of the world. She was being treated like an animal for her disobedience. Her body ached and she desperately wanted something now, anything that could give her a small measure of relief in the nightmare that her life had become.
She tried to bite down on the dildo with her pussy but it was hopeless. After all the rape and fucking and dildos and vibrators in the last 48 hours her muscles were completely spent. She was worried about her pussy. Would it ever be the same after this? Her sex life had always been moderate and she rarely masturbated, now all of a sudden she was regularly getting stretched out and pounded like a whore. He was even ruining her tightness!
With some difficulty she managed to shift her arm and slide it between her body and the lid of the coffin. The vaginal stimulation was helping but she needed more clitoral action. It took some effort but she was able to get her hand over her crotch, barely, and with a single finger she touched her hood and very gently rubbed herself.
That was better. Thankfully the batteries in the dildo seemed to be losing some of their strength and the vibrations weren’t as intense as they were when she was put here. She wondered how long she had been cooped up for, it must have been at least two hours now. She always had a good sense of time and she felt that was right. She kept on rubbing herself.
There was nothing else to think of but him. She tried to think of other times she had been intimate, like having sex with Dick the first time and how thrilled she had been, but she couldn’t hang on to those thoughts. They were distant, indistinct in her mind as though they belonged to another person and weren’t doing anything for her. She just wanted release. She was desperate for it.
Her thoughts went to her owner. The man who raped and unmasked Batgirl and showed it to the world. All the perverted things he had done to her and made her do. She realized how stupid she must have looked that first night. How hopelessly naive she had been. Trying to fight him. Trying to deny him. Trying to reason with him. Her attempts had been laughable. He did whatever he wanted to her like it was the simplest thing in the world. It had been so easy for him.
Barbara felt her own juices running, dripping down her butt cheeks. She kept rubbing herself.
His cock was something else. It was a little too big to be comfortable, but otherwise it was perfect. Why lie? It had been in her mouth often enough that she had studied it from every angle. She remembered being throat fucked for the first time. He had been right to put the ring gag in her mouth, she had been too stubborn that first night and she would have bit him. Now she wouldn’t dream of it. Sucking his cock was so much better than being face fucked. Feeling his head push into her throat was painful and she would rather act like a submissive little pet than feel that. Of course like almost everything he had done, she had been filmed while he had done it. And she had seen that very footage on the TV as he hacked and broadcast it over the world’s communication networks. It had been a completely humiliating sight. Batgirl getting throat fucked. She couldn’t help but wonder how many people had gotten off to that. How many people laughed at her distress and her tears. The burning in her pussy increased and she increased the pressure of her finger.
Her unmasking had really been the end. He had defeated her in the first hour of their meeting, she just didn’t want to accept it. Seeing her weeping face revealed on the TV had settled it. In that moment all the mystery had been stripped away from her forever. The truth had been made plain. Batgirl was only ever a fabrication. She was Barbara Gordon. She had been dressing up and pretending to be someone else. And now she had been raped and her mask taken away and she was just a naked girl who had gotten in way over her head, her pussy and asshole spread out for the world to examine in detail.
The finger on her clit was moving fast now. She flicked herself and bit down on her lower lip with her teeth.
He even made her lick his asshole. Something that was unthinkable to her such a short time ago. She had stared right into the camera, right into the eyes of anyone who wanted to watch her be brought so low. What would her father think? Of course he would have watched the videos...he would have had to. He must be so ashamed of her. She was a dismal, embarassing failure. She had ruined her own life. She was a public rape slave, an ass licking girl, smiling dumbly for the camera.
She bit down even harder on her lip until she felt pain and she welcomed it.
Despite the air holes in the coffin it was hot inside, she was starting to sweat. Now Barbara was frantically slapping her clit with her finger, the dildo still battering her owned pussy. Every muscle was tensed now, she was pushing against the edges of the box wherever she was in contact with it. The restraint felt like an extension of him in a way. It was brutal and unfair but these were the dimensions he had decided to give her. For how long? She didn’t know...she didn’t know how far he would go. Barbara only knew that she would never in her life disobey him again.
She was on the edge. Her body was aching with desperate craving. The release of an orgasm would be the only thing she could do for herself in this wretched little coffin. It would be her only tiny little reprieve, the only thing she could have that would feel good.
Lewd images floated into her mind. Images of Cunt and Cassandra’s pussies. She had never seen them before this, she had never thought about them, but now she had spread and eaten them herself. They had all shared his cock together, all taken turns licking his ass. They were slave sisters. The other girls seemed so happy. Why couldn’t she be happy? Barbara lifted her head up the inch she had, bumping into the wood lid. It didn’t hurt but it was an outlet. She repeated the motion, making little bumps as she drove her forehead forward. She felt like she was coming to the limit of her strength but she still hadn’t cum. Her teeth were digging into her lip and she felt the sweat pouring down her face.
They were all upstairs together! They were eating food and drinking and laughing. They were all having sex! She had been denied that through her own stupidity. Why? An intense wave of self loathing washed over Barbara. She wanted to be up there with them, taking part in the new carnal reality of the girls who used to be known as the Batgirls. What a joke they all were! Fuck slaves to a superior man. A feeling of dread crept into her. Had she ruined everything? Would he even take her back now? Cunt and Cassandra were beautiful, and younger than her as well. They were perfect slaves. What about her?
Barbara felt her strength ebbing. She couldn’t leave herself here, she needed to finish! She stuck her tongue out desperately and felt the smooth wood of the lid in front of her. She imagined it was his cock. His asshole. Whatever he would let her have, it would be good enough for her. She wanted to call him Daddy like the others and to be held and told what to do. She wanted to be a good girl for her master.
“Please fuck me.” She caught herself saying out loud. The sound of her own words in that cramped space had a peculiar effect. There was no one to hear them but her. But speaking them out loud made her thoughts real. Even if she was the only one to know, the act of producing sound waves with her own vocal chords sent her intentions out into the physical world. At least that's what it felt like.
“Please, Master...please rape me again. Please. I’ll be a good girl. I’ll be your best little girl you ever imagined. Please take me as your slave. I swear to God I’ll do anything for you.”
She felt her body starting to convulse. She was so close now! Her thoughts were racing. About what had been done and what she had seen and what she did. She imagined the looks of her father and Bruce and Dick and all of them. Barbara saw their faces clearly but she couldn’t bear to look any of them in the eyes. She instead imagined herself laying at her masters feet, his strong hand stroking her red hair. She imagined him fucking her pussy, her ass, while commanding her to eat the other girls out and finger their cunts. She remembered the slaps to the face he had given her. She made herself remember the stinging pain of each and every one of them. The complete disregard of her dignity as a human. The way he slapped her pussy and made her thank him for it.
He even tore up her childhood bear. Woobie...that same bear that she slept with every night when she was a little girl. The stuffed animal that made her feel so safe. Barbara imagined herself that age again, lying in her bed. She felt like she was nine years old again. She could see herself. Just a girl, but already so smart, so bright and determined. So innocent and happy.
Then a crash at the door that startled her up in that bed, clutching Woobie tight for protection. Someone was walking into her room. It was him.
He was so big! She saw herself pull the covers up as he advanced on her but it was no use. He grabbed the blankets and pulled them away from her. He climbed onto the bed and she was bunched up at the headboard with nowhere to flee to, her little limbs numb with fear.
Then she watched as he snatched her bear from her. Woobie! He grabbed hold of the stuffed animal in those vicious, powerful hands and ripped. She could hear the stitching and fabric tear as he pulled the head off of her friend. Then he started to rip both halves into pieces until there was nothing left, just ruined clumps of stuffing on her bed.
Now he was looking at her! She felt her heart racing as he grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her towards him, her little body as weightless as a feather. With a motion he tore away her nightgown like it was made of tissue and she lay there naked and exposed to him, helpless and scared.
He brandished his cock in front of her. Thick and hard and veiny. She was just a little girl! He was going to stick that in her? Was that what men did? She felt herself start to cry, she was so small next to him, so defenseless and scared. He pulled her little legs apart and pushed that massive cock up to her hairless slit and started to push, splitting her open and sliding up inside, stretching her, tearing her hymen and claiming it like a prize as she bled...
“Hhhnngh!"” Barbara cried out, her eyes rolling back as she felt herself finally starting to let go. He was raping her! She was getting fucked! No!
A deep and powerful orgasm rocked Barbara to her core and despite the exhaustion of her vaginal muscles she felt them squeeze against the dildo that thrummed inside her. She let out a cry of sweet, desperate release as she gave up all hope. The images in her mind of him fucking her girl body over the ruins of her childhood bear and bed sent her well over the edge. She strained against the edges of the box she was in, pushing her flesh and bone into the wood as she felt herself spasm, thankful for it.
Barbara stayed in that high, delirious place as long as she could. She wished she could stay forever. Eventually however she felt herself coming back down to reality. The edges of her world seemed to close in on her, confining and oppressing her once more. The dildo kept on buzzing, and the pleasure it had given her started to turn into pain in her overstimulated cunt. She suddenly felt very weak and tired, but not sleepy. All the pain and discomfort returned to her in that tiny, sweaty box.
Had she really just done that? Had she fantasized about being raped as a child? The thoughts faded from her mind in the blackness of the coffin but she felt a tremble at the realization of what she had done.
She had betrayed herself. Fully. There could be no going back. Even if she was the only one who ever knew, she had done it. If she even had a spark of innocence left it was gone now.
There was a low growl in Barbara’s stomach and she remembered that she had not eaten anything at all today. The only thing he had given her was the glass of Cunt and Cassandra’s piss, all mixed together. Despite that her mouth felt dry.
Now that she had come down from her orgasm everything seemed worse than before. The cramped space was worse. The vibrating dildo was worse, the pain in her body was worse. She would have given anything to be allowed to stretch out, even if only for a few seconds. She would have sold her soul.
Panic started to rise in her. She had to get out! She felt herself start to shake. Her breathing became labored and she couldn’t slow down her heartbeat. Her thoughts became fragmented. She thought she might be having a panic attack, she had never had one before but this was a new sensation for her. Barbara wondered if she might actually die. Would that even be so bad? He had taken her life already. She was just a body now. She would never have anything ever again.
The will to live somehow prevailed. Barbara’s whole world was pain and terror. She knew she was in hell. It wasn’t the way she pictured it, but it was so much worse than she had ever imagined.
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