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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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It was 2am when Russel went downstairs again. He was getting used to the fact that in it’s energized state, his body didn’t seem to need much sleep anymore. He didn’t feel any fatigue at all.
After dinner he spent the night with his girls on the couch. They all watched the evening news together and the top story had shifted now away from the fate of the Batgirls. A federal arrest warrant had been issued for Bruce Wayne and he was now a nationwide fugitive.
It seemed to Russel that the media was almost thankful for something less salacious than the Batgirl story to focus on, and the public disclosure of the Batman’s secret identity along with a long list of felony charges was just the thing. There was virtually no mention of the Batgirls. The truth was that their sex videos were being watched online all over the world by thousands of people at any given time of the day and the authorities were still no closer to finding them or identifying the man responsible. It was an embarrassing and disturbing fact and the media decided to quietly ignored it.
Wayne manor had been seized by federal agencies and Russel could look in on their internal communications thanks to the artifact. They had already located several of the secret entrances to the Batcave and were in the process of searching the premises as well as trying to break into the encrypted servers of the Batcomputer.
Despite all this, Batman himself was nowhere to be found. He had gone completely off grid. This didn’t bother Russel one way or another. With so much national scrutiny and government agencies starting to seize the Wayne foundations assets, he knew that Batman would be severely handicapped in his operations. It would only be a matter of time before he was apprehended.
Now that Batman’s identity was known, along with that of the other Batgirls, the secret identities of Gotham’s other crime fighters were compromised. It wouldn’t be long before they were all brought in for questioning, possibly facing lengthy prison sentences themselves. The era of the masked vigilante in Gotham city was coming to an end.
He had Cunt and Cassandra take turns sucking his cock while they all watched the news together. Cass had payed attention to the news but didn’t seem particularly interested, she was more focused on Russel himself and Cunt to a lesser extent. Cunt however seemed a little distracted and Russel imagined she was getting the final closure on her old life. Although she was focused on the news, she gave Daddy her full attention when it was her turn to suck his cock and stared up at him like a happy puppy, even if he wasn’t looking down at her.
Now the girls were upstairs in his bed. He had sex with both of them before they fell asleep. He was gentle with his girls, making passionate love to his slaves. All three of them enjoyed every minute of it, they all knew each others rhythms in lovemaking by now. Cunt and Cassandra had multiple orgasms, and Russel ended it with his own climax. He opted to put his seed into Cassandra, who smiled at him gratefully.
Now that was all done and he was walking into the room in the basement where Barbara remained. It was pitch black in the room and quiet. He switched on the lights but didn’t hear anything.
Bending down to the bottom of the box he took hold of it and lifted it up so that it was sitting upside down. Then he undid the latch and opened the door.
Barbara was upside down, on her head awkwardly and her eyes blinked open. She had an exhausted, confused look but Russel didn’t give her any time as he shook the box and she came falling out. Both her knees took the brunt of the fall, slamming into concrete floor below her, causing her to cry out in pain.
“Were you sleeping, Barbara?” Russel said to her as she curled up and rubbed her knees. “I guess it’s more comfy in there than I thought. You must enjoy being in there.”
Barbara looked up at him quickly. She was barely awake, still groggy and out of sorts, but the mention of her enjoying that awful space snapped her awareness back to her master. She didn’t want him to think she enjoyed it in there in the slightest.
“No, sir. I...I didn’t like it.” She said with a sad face, still rubbing her knees which were throbbing. “Please, master...don’t make me go in there again.”
“Well that’s a dumb thing to say. Where else will you sleep? I think that’s the perfect place for a disobedient little cunt like you to stay.”
She shook her head, a look of fear pervading her face. “N-no, I’m...I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being a bad girl! Please! I’ve learned my lesson, I’ll be good! I promise!”
“Get your suit on.”
Barbara looked over to her crumpled suit lying on the ground. She truly didn’t want to put it on ever again. The Batgirl suit didn’t mean anything anymore, it had become the opposite of what it once was. It was now a symbol of her failure. Her humiliation. The costume she had once been so proud to wear was now disgraceful, only useful for her to play dress up like a cosplay whore for her owner.
She didn’t dare say any of this to her master. Instead she crawled over to her suit. Her knees still ached and it hurt her to crawl like this, but she thought it would please him. She made sure to show her ass off to him, keeping her legs spread enough that her pussy would show. Barbara still had the butt plug up her ass and the dildo remained inside her, although at some point while she slept the batteries must have died because it no longer vibrated.
Russel put the goggles back on his head and watched her get dressed. He was getting a little tired of wearing the things at this point, and every little part of his girls had been recorded and sent out worldwide by now. But he did want to capture this next part for posterity. He thought it would be a memorable scene.
When she was done, Barbara stood in her Batgirl attire once more, minus her boots, gloves and of course the holes in her costume which revealed her nipples and pussy. She stared down at the floor, tired and beaten.
“Go over to the corner, Babs.” Russel told her and she did. He then had her sit down and lift her legs up high. He grabbed hold of her ankles and forced them up over her head. Now her feet were behind her head.
“You’ll hold that position if you know what’s good for you.” He said to her, and Barbara nodded her head fearfully. Then Russel brought his head down to her crotch and took out the sex toys.
He started with the dildo. When it came out it was covered with white cream. He sniffed the toy and looked up at her.
“Did you cum while you were in there?”
Barbara looked mortified but nodded her head. She couldn’t lie to him. She didn’t dare.
“Really? Damn, you must have loved it in there.” He said as he put the toy up to her face. Barbara caught on and opened her mouth, taking the toy as she started to suck on it. She could taste herself all over it but did her best to clean it, staring into the goggles he wore, knowing that everyone would see this latest humiliating display.
He had her run her tongue up and down the shaft of the dildo until it was spotless. Then he put it down and removed her butt plug and had her clean it off in the same fashion. Russel noticed how obedient she was being, Barbara was obviously trying to be on her best behaviour.
When she was done Russel inspected her pussy up close. It didn’t look bad considering how long the dildo had been in there, not to mention the spanking he had given it the day before. He wet his index and middle finger with his own saliva and slid them inside of her.
There was no resistance at all from her. It was the easiest thing to sink his fingers into her. He went knuckle deep and started to feel around. Her vaginal walls definitely felt looser than when he first got his redheaded toy. He looked up at her.
“Are you still tired?”
Barbara looked completely spent. She nodded her head.
“Well, maybe I should put you back in your box?”
“No!” She cried out, louder than she meant to. “I mean, please, master...please, no. Don’t put me in there again.”
“Why not? You said yourself you had an orgasm in there. Obviously you loved it.”
Barbara stared at him with a helpless expression on her face. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t formulate a thought right now, couldn’t explain to him why she had done what she did. She was tired and traumatized and now she was fearful that he would put her back in.
So she shook her head. “Please don’t put me in there again, sir. Please, I’ll do anything you say!”
“But you already are doing anything I say.” Russel kept fingering her pussy, using his thumb to rub her clit. “I’ve already fucked you in ways no other man has. I know your secrets. You even told me who Batman was. What do you have to offer me at this point?”
She didn’t know what to say. He was right. He had peeled back all her layers. Used her in the most awful ways. What could she offer him? She was already his slave.
Barbara’s lip trembled. “I...I don’t know...”
“You’d better tell me something. Anything. Start talking.”
So she did. Barbara started telling him everything she could think about. Anything he didn’t already know about Batgirl and the Oracle, at least whatever she thought he might not know. She told him all about Cunt and Cassandra too. Their histories. What they liked and didn’t. How she had profiled them, their strengths and weaknesses.
Then she moved on to the other vigilantes. Batman, Robin, all of them. Barbara told him everything she knew. She was desperate and rambled a bit but kept on speaking, hoping that she could somehow appease him.
While she spoke Russel took a bottle of lube he had brought and lathered up his entire hand until it glistened. Then he went back to fingering her wet hole, using three fingers this time.
Barbara had told him everything but he still didn’t look impressed, so she spoke more about herself. Not as Batgirl but as Barbara Gordon. She told him about her first time having sex, losing her virginity. The men she had slept with, what they were like. She was very detailed. She told him about her academic and athletic careers. She told him about her insecurities and the things that bothered her growing up. She told him about her childhood, her friends and family and the house she was raised in. Deciding what she wanted to do with her life. Discovering sexuality and masturbating for the first time. Her hopes and dreams. Her fears. And finally what she thought about what her life had become. How awful it was to her. Going from one of the Batman’s own peers to a humiliated and exposed girl. A rape victim. A slave who’s most intimate parts were immortalized worldwide in perfect digital clarity. The legacy she struggled to build for her whole life forgotten as all people would ever remember of her was how badly she lost and what her spread cunt and sobbing face looked like.
Russel listened with interest, although he didn’t show it. He was fixated on her pussy. He had four fingers in her now and was working them in deep. When Barbara finally stopped talking he slipped his thumb in. That’s when she looked down and realized what he was doing.
“Sir...?” She said to him with a worried voice. He had pushed his hand nearly all the way inside her. His knuckles were the thickest part of his hand and he was having trouble going any deeper into her.
“You think I can get this in, Babs?” Russel asked her, applying pressure. He felt the resistance of her pussy despite the loosening it had taken with the dildo and despite all the lube he had lathered on his hand. He released some of the pressure and let off for a bit before trying again, pushing harder this time.
Barbara bit down on her lower lip. “No...no, that’s too big, sir! Please, I can’t take your whole hand!”
Russel pulled out a quarter of an inch and then pushed back again, getting a tiny bit further. He thought she might be right. When comparing the size of his hand to her pink gash it almost seemed impossible.
“It’s probably the same size as a babies head,” He said to her, still applying pressure and watching himself slide in one millimetre at a time. “Women’s bodies are built for this. Just relax your muscles and this will be easier.”
Barbara let out a high pitched whimper. She desperately wanted him to stop. She was afraid he might tear her. But she couldn’t do anything, she couldn’t deny this man. Trying her best she relaxed herself as much as she could. The pressure on her opening was immense and she closed her eyes and continued to bite down on her lip.
Then it happened all at once. When Barbara’s pussy was at it’s maximum limit Russel watched as his hand slid completely inside with a wet sound.
“Ah!” Barbara cried out, her eyes wide open now. She stared down in disbelief, looking at her master who had somehow managed to get his whole hand inside her pussy.
“Oh my God...” She said in a high pitched voice as he curled his fingers into a ball inside her. The pressure inside her was almost overwhelming, the pain was intense. “Oh my God!”
Russel was pleased, and a little amazed. It almost didn’t look real. He stared up at her and she stared back. He was fisting Batgirl.
Barbara was letting out little moaning sounds. She crossed her arms over one another as if to hug herself as she kept on biting her lip.
“Oh, please, sir...please be gentle with me.” She said.
Russel didn’t answer her. He’d never put his fist up inside a pussy before. It was a powerful feeling. He gently twisted his fist inside her and pushed it towards her cervix.
Barbara squealed. Her pussy was in awful pain. She could just barely handle it when he was keeping still, but any movement in her twat was nearly overwhelming.
Russel reversed course. His fist was lodged right up inside her and he watched as her stretched cunt widened as he pulled back. Bunched up like it was he didn’t think he would be able to pull out of Barbara. Her body was wrapped tight around his fist and her hips started to move towards him as he pulled.
“Oh please!” Barbara cried out, frantic. She had never felt so helpless before, so dominated. This man was fisting her pussy! He had absolute power over her in the most commanding way imaginable.
Now Russel pushed himself back towards her, then pulled again. He was making tiny little punching motions, in and out, as he started to fist her for real.
*Flsch-flsch-flsch-flsch*
Wet sounds came from Barbara’s cunt as he worked his hand inside her. She had the look of a terrified animal on her face that her Batgirl mask couldn’t hide. Russel thought the fact that she was in her costume made it so much better. It would be impossible for Batgirl to be brought any lower. He knew how popular his rape videos had been and that adding a fisting video would be well received.
He kept going for a while, enjoying himself thoroughly. When Russel looked up into Barbara’s eyes he could tell that there had been a change. He didn’t see that fire in her anymore. He didn’t see any will to resist him. There was a truly hopeless, passive look in those green eyes. Like something inside her had finally cracked and she had come to accept her new life. Batgirl was truly starting to break.
Finally he had decided it was enough. Russel flattened his hand once more and gently eased it out. As he withdrew from his slave her inner pussy lips looked like they were coming along with him. There was a wet sound as he popped free from her insides.
Barbara’s pussy gaped wide open. There was a huge hole where his hand was been and Russel leaned in close to look at it. Her twat closed up somewhat on its own but it was obvious that he had stretched her beyond anything she had ever thought was possible.
“Your cunt is gaping.” He informed her. He stared at her hole, transfixed as it slowly tried to close itself up.
Barbara was relieved that he had finally pulled out of her, but she was worried that he had ruined her pussy. She ached terribly and was afraid of what had been done to her.
Russel decided to test her out. He lined his cock up with her abused gash and he was satisfied to see that she was still holding the uncomfortable position with her legs up behind her head. He pushed into her with ease.
“God damn, Babs, I think I wrecked your hole. I can barely feel you! You’ve got a ruined cunt now, that grip is gone...you don’t have anything to offer down there anymore, that’s for sure.”
His words hurt her to the core. Barbara felt her eyes watering but she said nothing. He was right. She was a ruined woman. An embarrassing, stretched out internet whore being laughed at by the whole world. His cock was big but after all the punishment her snatch had taken she barely felt it. He had devalued her pussy!
Russel didn’t bother fucking her for long. After two minutes he pulled out of her, his cock wet now with the lube that had gone from his hand to her cunt.
“What a waste of time...I’ll be fucking your asshole from now on I think. At least you have one hole that’s still tight.”
True to his word, he sodomized his redheaded slave. She was so much tighter there, and despite having had the plug in her all night she felt pain as he stretched her anus now, fucking her up the ass.
By this point Barbara had been chewing her lip continuously and it was a dark red. A few tears had fallen from her cheeks but she did what she could to be stoic. This was her place now. With every passing minute the fact became cemented in reality. There was no way out for her.
Russel stopped short of cumming in her. He would save his load for one of his more obedient slaves later. He pulled out of her ass. For now he was done with Barbara, and was considering taking a short nap himself.
“I think I’m done with you. You’re boring now, Barbara, you really don’t have anything for me. I guess you’ll still be good for a few laughs as a pain slut in my basement. How does that sound?”
“No! Please, sir, please don’t leave me down here! I want to be a good slave!” Her legs were still behind her head, her pussy obscenely displayed and gaping out of her Batgirl suit. She put her hands together.
“Please!” She implored him, with every bit of submissive pleading as she could manage. “I just want to go back upstairs with you! I’m lucky to be your slave! I’m lucky to be fucked by you! I’d give anything just to lick your asshole and be your slut again! Please, forgive me, master! I’m so, so sorry!”
Russel stared at her for a moment before saying, “Since you’re begging like such a pathetic little whore, I won’t put you back in your box for now.” There was a look of genuine relief on her face when he said this.
“You can let your legs down you little bitch. That pussy of yours is a nasty mess.” Barbara did this and put her legs together, covering herself in shame.
“I’m going upstairs to get some things. You turn around and put your head to the floor in the corner. Stick your ass up in the air and stay like that.”
Barbara did as she was told. Russel watched with satisfaction as Batgirl put her head to the corner on her knees. He pushed her cape out of the way and spread her legs a bit wider so that her asshole was more visible, then he left the room.
She didn’t dare move from this position. She could hear him come back into the room and place some things on the floor, then leave again only to return a short time later. She heard some sort of power tool being used on the wall across from her and this worried her but she didn’t take her face off the floor.
Then there was the sound of a drill. Barbara was sure he was boring a hole into the concrete floor. Then another one. She wanted so badly to take a peek to see what he was doing but she just waited as she was as he worked behind her. Finally she felt his hands on her ass cheeks, spreading her open.
“The entire world knows you’ve got a huge gaper, Babs. You’re really stuck now, aren’t you? There’s no tightness left in your pussy at all. You think if I let you go there would be any man on earth who would want you now? You’re the biggest porn star in the world, your videos are online forever. Any guy would be an instant cuck if he tried to date you. Your pussy is so loose now that you couldn’t even give any pleasure to a man you liked. I guess you could take it up the ass, but that’s just pathetic. You are completely done now, just a useless, stretched out whore.”
Russel was behind her, kneading her ass and admiring her holes. Despite the punishment they had taken he knew they would eventually tighten up again, but it was fun degrading Barbara and telling her she was wrecked. In her exhausted and demoralized state he knew his words had their intended effect and they made her feel even worse about herself. He could hear her quietly sobbing with her face in the corner.
Then he attached a collar around her neck and pulled her up by it, dragging her across the floor, choking her in the process. Russel had attached a hook to the wall at sitting level, and he fastened Barbara by her collar to it. There was no room for her to move, she was stuck with her back to the wall. He had also drilled two steel hooks into the floor not far from her, and to these he tied two small lengths of rope. He then tied the rope to her ankles and pulled them tight. Now Barbara was sitting with her back to the wall and her legs spread apart, bound by the ropes which were tied to the steel rings.
Finally he placed her arms behind her back and attached them with a simple set of handcuffs. She sat there looking up at him helplessly.
“I brought you some entertainment to watch while you’re down here.” He said, gesturing to a medium sized TV across from her. It was switched off, but Russel had already programmed it with the power of the artifact before coming downstairs in the first place. He then gestured to Barbara’s side. He saw her look to where he was pointing and then she noticed the black box that was plugged in to a wall outlet. The box had wires coming out of it that ended with small steel clamps.
Barbara was instantly apprehensive and felt her heart rate pick up. She tried not to panic but couldn’t help asking him. “W-what’s that?”
“That’s a little toy I picked up. Strictly for you, Babs. Cunt and Cassandra have been good girls so they don’t get it.”
Russel took the clamps and brought them to Barbara, who couldn’t move. She let out a fearful whimper as he attached one of them to each of her nipples. They bit down into her sensitive flesh and hurt nearly as much as a set of nipple clamps.
“Please don’t do this...” She pleaded with him, but Russel ignored her and took hold of the third clamp and went to between her legs.
“No!” She cried when she saw where he was going with it. She tried to struggle but couldn’t move effectively in this position. With one hand he spread her pussy lips and lifted the hood above her vulva, and with the other he attached the steel clamp directly on to her clitoris.
Barbara felt pain immediately as the metal teeth bit into her most sensitive area. “Please...please take it off, it hurts!” She cried out through gritted teeth.
“Hell, that’s nothing yet. Check this out!”
Russel had brought the artifact downstairs with him. Holding it in his hands he focused for a moment. Then a light on the black box turned on and at once Barbara felt an electric jolt coursing through the wires attached to her body.
“NO!” She shrieked as her body convulsed. It felt like fire was being sent through her nipples and her clit and she thrashed around helplessly. The electricity stopped and she sat there breathing hard.
“Please! Don’t do this to me! This isn’t right, this is torture!” She said to him, desperate and afraid.
Russel again used the artifact to switch on the TV remotely. He had programmed it to only display three things. The first was news segments detailing the reveal of the Batman’s identity as Bruce Wayne, and the authorities efforts to arrest him. The second was every video Russel had taken of Barbara, her rape, unmasking and all the degrading acts she had performed or been subjected to. Third was more reactions that people had to the videos. Images of people laughing or masturbating. Written text converted into voice by his AI of people discussing her body online, criticizing it or her. Every vulgar or crude comment left anywhere on the internet, in public or in private, was found and brought to her.
Another current of electricity shot through the wires and into her nipples and clit and the captive redhead’s body jerked in reaction. The device Russel had obtained was the strongest one on the market, but it was still a commercially available unit and he was sure that it wouldn’t be dangerous and would do no permanent damage. He had however used the artifact to modify it. Every one to five minutes it would send a shock at a random interval. More than anything he wanted to use it to make sure Barbara stayed awake for the rest of the night. Although painful, he was sure that over a long enough time the anticipation alone would become worse than the actual shocks.
He again used to artifact to turn the TV up to it’s full volume without having to touch it. Sleep deprived and hungry, Barbara would be forced to watch the TV under constant duress, being shocked at random in her most sensitive areas.
“I’m going upstairs to take a nap. I’ll be back down later. You’ll be happy to know I picked up a few other toys as well, just in case you get bored of that one.”
Barbara started to cry and plead with her master to stay, but he ignored her and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. She turned to the TV to see that Batman’s identity had been revealed and that her last possible hope for salvation was finished. And it was her fault.
Abruptly the picture switched to a close up of her own pussy. It was the film captured just moments ago from when he had put his fist in her, he had already somehow uploaded the video with that device of his. She shuddered at the power the alien technology gave him.
Another painful shock ripped through her body, her nipples and clit taking the worst of it. She wanted to scream and thrash about but decided she had better save her energy. She was completely exhausted and wanted only to sleep, but she knew it would be impossible for her like this. He had devised a sadistically cruel situation for her.
She watched as he stuck his fist up her pussy on the screen, imagining people from all over the world watching this. Barbara Gordon no longer had a shred of self dignity left. She had nothing. Only him, her master. For the first time since being here she didn’t want her old life back. She only wished she could have the life he had hinted at when she had first been here, the life he had given Cunt and Cassandra. Being a passive sex kitten to a superior man seemed to her to be the most desirable thing in the world now.
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