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Batgirl's Uptown Affairs Part 1	By : AdultBat Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 9379 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Siren watched as her men removed Batgirl from her suspension and carried the limp superheroine out of the room. Women like Batgirl were just the reason why a woman like Lorelei ended up the way she did, she thought. Who was the Diva that was the toast of Gotham City? She was. Who should be lavishes with all the attention? She should. That was the problem with pretty girls like Batgirl. They couldn’t stand being upstaged by a woman they did not consider as glamorous as themselves. It must drive Batgirl crazy to think of the true talent I possess. I swear things haven’t changed since I was a little girl.
                Unfortunately, little Lorelei could never remember a time when she was little. Always a chubby child, she spent her days growing up in the Mediterranean being teased by the boys and bullied by the girls. She responded by withdrawing and went almost an entire year without speaking a word. Her anonymity became so great that teachers forgot she was even in their classroom. Lorelei found solace in food and the many records her parents owned of all the classical operas.
                When her teenage years arrived the taunts of her schoolmates became crueler. She was amazed at the lengths other kids went to make her feel worthless. The self esteem that was never allowed to develop withered amongst the flirtations of boys that were never directed toward her and the pert little breasts that seemed to develop in all the other girls. Being big and a late bloomer left Lorelei with no friends and no outlet except music. Her singing had been her own secret. Both her parents worked and were home only to prepare dinner and sleep. Without training she knew no limits to how she should sing. With just instincts and a desire to be known for something, Lorelei Circe ventured to the big city opera to make her mark.
                In first year was a disaster. Her talent was acknowledged but she seemed incapable of sustaining any stage presence. A lack of confidence was unacceptable for any aspiring diva. Miraculously, in her second year her body began to blossom. Her breasts emerged with dominance and the features that had been pointed to in her youth (‘she has such a pretty face, too bad she’s fat’) enriched to a transcending beauty. Her voice, already strong, became conquering.
                Immersed with instant popularity, Lorelei considered always remembering the way she was for about an hour. Instead, she chose to adopt a commanding personality, deserving of the attention she was now feasting on. Her determination included worldwide recognition with all the spoils and humiliating all the pretty but faceless girls who stood in her way. Along the path to her stardom she discovered the unique gifts and powers of her voice. When she combined it with her sexual affection it became a dictatorial tool that further enriched her. Greed, that elusive tenet of her youth, was now hers to exploit.

                When Batgirl opened her eyes she found herself in an odd position. Instead of hung from a ceiling like before she was in the center of the opera house stage sitting with her legs in front of her like a little girl. As she looked over her body to check the integrity of her costume she noticed that while everything but her Batbelt was still on her, she had a series of knots looped around her thighs, ankles, arms, wrists, and even her fingers. Just as she noticed a knot was also looped around her neck she was hoisted abruptly upwards. The lift was coordinated so each of the knots pulled evenly giving her elevation a sense of weightlessness on the way up but as she leveled in suspended animation the weight of her body began to settle on the rope around her throat. She struggled to adjust her posture for a passage to breathe.
                “Hello, Batgirl,” she heard from a voice booming at her feet, “allow me to introduce myself. I am Augustus and I have been designated to be the master of ceremonies for tonight’s performance. You are our featured performer.”
                Batgirl reached for the rope holding secured around her neck to pull up on it and gain slack. Just as her hands reached it, her arms involuntarily thrust outward as if reaching for things on opposite shelves. The surprise of not being able to release her strangle-hold left her desperate for relief. “What happened?” is what she would have said if the rope had allowed her any vocal command.
                “I see Batgirl has found out what act she has been booked to perform this evening. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you Batgirl, the human marionette.” At Augustus’ nod Batgirl found herself temporarily lightened by the other ropes around her arms and legs as she felt her weight shift to the ropes there. She had no control over her body as the puppeteers made her do a ridiculous jig and then Charleston. It was humiliating but a relief from choking. Eventually, Augustus’ enthusiasm waned. “Enough!” and Batgirl was again suspended by her neck over the stage.
                This time she was allowed to hold the rope above her head and pull up on it. “What do you want?” she asked in a command.
                “What to we want? Well, Batgirl, we boys want to get to know you better. We need to clear the air of disguises and stage make-up. We want to see the real you. So, let’s start by seeing what you have to offer beneath that costume of yours. Privilege us with your earthly beauty, Batgirl. Let’s see you strip.”
                “Are you insane?” Batgirl quipped, “never.” Her arms were feeling the stress of holding up her entire body.
                “Maybe you don’t realize that you have no choice in this matter, Batgirl.” Augustus’ reply was followed with another involuntary movement of her arms from the rope leaving her furtively struggling for air. To her astonishment one of her legs lifted and bent at the knee bringing her ankle close to her chest. Her hands proceeded to reach her boot and pull it off. As it dropped harmlessly to the floor her arms were freed again to grab the noose-hold. “You see, Batgirl, the Siren is more than an opera diva, she is a patron of all the arts. She has assembled the finest collection of marionette specialists who now control your movements and, I may add, your life. Please don’t disappoint them.”
       “I will not subject myself to your torture. Not now, not ever.” It was all Batgirl could say to show her defiance. Physically, she was weakening.
       Again, her hands pulled from the rope and met her other leg pulled up to her waist. Her movements betrayed her again as the other boot was pulled off and dropped. She quickly reached for the rope to relieve the pressure.
       “I’ll make a deal with you, Batgirl. The articles you remove yourself will result in a longer respite from your garrote predicament. Come on, meet me half way.”
       Batgirl knew any longer respite only fatigued her arms more and was no bargain. Nevertheless, it might spell her more time to figure how to escape. “Okay, you win,” she offered. She let go of the rope feeling her weight immediately sinking into the knot, and reached behind herself to unclasp her cape. It slid down her back along the smooth fabric of her costume and she saw it land in a heap on the stage floor.
       “Very nice, Batgirl. Please enjoy your break.” Augustus smiled pleasingly.
       The lactic acid in Batgirl’s biceps was building to an intolerable level as she struggled to hold herself from a sure hanging death. The fibers in the rope worked their way beneath her cowl burning her neck and chin. She looked around. Fifty feet away lay her utility belt. Row after row of empty seats offered no solutions. Above her four or five men controlled her basic movements. It looked grim.
       “I’m ready for the next article, Batgirl,” the criminal laughed. She had already decided to remove her gloves. Doing so would allow her to slip off the knots on her fingers. At least that would provide her with a way to grasp something or make a fist if the situation presented itself. She took a breath and let go of the rope around her neck. She tried to work quickly but the fatigue invading her body made it difficult. The first glove came easy and she added the second glove with difficulty but to the pleasure of her captors. She flexed her hands and reached again for the neck rope. It would not be long before the rope would be burning her hands making it impossible to support herself.
       Batgirl decided to gamble and with the temporary slack swing up and wrap her legs around the neck rope to relieve her arms. Even though it left her hanging upside down the transfer of weight provided refreshment. She was now looking straight down at Augustus. He had a perplexed look on his face not sure if he was enjoying the athletic display or being set up. He decided on the latter. “Times up. Which is next the top or bottom?”
       “I thought you said I could have a ‘respite’ if I did as you say.” Batgirl tried to coax him into an argument to buy time.
       “Nice try, gorgeous, lower her to my level.” Her stamina and unwillingness to give up impressed him. He wanted to break her. Descending to his level their eyes were locked. His with admiration, hers trying to see his weaknesses. When her feet hit the ground it provided a welcomed easement from the ropes. “I think I will help you with the rest of your costume. Let’s see how we do this.”
       After searching her up and down he finally found the hidden seam in the back of her costume. He guided the zipper down and pulled the tunic forward. When it got stuck on the ropes around her arms he carefully removed the knots from one arm, then the half of the costume. He repeated the procedure on the other side. Because of the heat that summer introduced Batgirl often did not wear a bra under her costume. Tonight was no exception and she stood there barefoot and topless her only privacy being her mask and pants. She thought about taking a shot at him but, with her fatigue, if she missed the effort may leave her with no power to avoid strangulation. She stood in front of him, slightly slumped and less the warrior. He wasted no time in pawing her inspiring breasts and tweaking her nipples.
       “I can’t wait for the prize, Batgirl, how about you.” Augustus began loosening the knots around her thighs.
       “Good,” thought Batgirl, “when he releases my ankles I’ll have him.” She waited patiently for him to work, knowing that each extra second of his effort made her recovery more powerful. Finally, he had both upper thigh ropes removed. “Wait for your move, Barbara, wait for your move,” was the mantra Batgirl repeated to herself. But the moment never arrived. Just when she thought he would kneel to loosen her ankles she felt the cord tighten around her neck. Instinctively, she raised her arms to grab the line. As her body escalated Augustus clutched her waistband. His grasp was tight enough so that the combination of her ascension with his holding ensured that the coordinated movement resulted in her pants and panties being left at her ankles as she swung slightly in the air.
       Her humiliation was complete. She had a cadre of men staring at her exposed body and the only way to cover herself meant releasing her hold of the noose bringing a horrible death. As she hung there her thoughts ranged from embarrassment because she went out without shaving her armpits or her mostly bare pubis (she knew the stubs would be evident in both places) to a fierce anger at her tormentors. This gave her the resolve that she would survive, if for no other reason than revenge.
       With her freed arms Batgirl held on to the rope with renewed vigor. Her next humiliation would soon reveal itself as the ropes around her ankles pulled up and in opposite directions leaving her in a suspended spread eagle. Almost immediately, she felt herself being lowered. Her descent resembled the way this started with her in a sitting position, legs wide apart. Only this time her bottom would not reach the floor but the awaiting tongue of Augustus.
       Left with her vagina exposed Augustus began a lapping field day, tonguing his way all around her legs and labia. He was surprisingly agile at the task and despite Batgirl’s determination to resist the pleasure, he began to break her resolve. He began to probe his tongue inside her cunt and as her clitoris responded with a stiffening force. He pulled at it with his thumb and forefinger repeatedly. The grabbing and his slippery release started bringing Batgirl to a climax. Her moans increased from a whisper to yelps. As her tenacity melted into ecstasy her hands slipped from the rope and she was left dangling. Each sensation, the pain and the pleasure, was leaving her gasping for breath. She thought about those women who combine their orgasms with near death experiences. The sensation was indeed as intense as anything she had ever experienced. Sadly, she thought as her eyes rolled back into her head, I’ll never have a chance to beat this.

         Bruce returned to Wayne Manor gone for perhaps a week but it might as well been a lifetime. The first thing he noticed was several priceless paintings missing off walls in the entrance and walls in the living room. When he called for help no one responded. At the top of his lungs he screamed for Alfred who eventually emerged with a distant attitude. “Yes, Mister Wayne, what is it?”
       “Alfred, where is everyone? Where are my paintings from the Golden Age?”
       “The staff was let go and the paintings, I imagine, are with Miss Cerce, Mr. Wayne.”
       “Lorelei Circe, the opera singer? That’s ridiculous. By whose instruction were those carried out?”
       “Yours on both counts, Mister Wayne. Don’t you remember?”
       “Of course not, Alfred, why would I instruct something so off the wall…” It started coming back to him. A prolonged dream sequence of music and sex and irrational generosity all for the Siren’s benefit materialized “Alfred, how bad is it? Can I still undo this mess?”
       “I’m sure between your lawyers and Batman there is a solution, Mister Wayne. May I ask a question? How do I know on whose benefit you are acting right now?”
       “Her songs, her magic doesn’t last – the hypnotic effect must be re-charged. When I catch that bitch-cunt I am going to give her a taste of justice that will teach her to come to our country and plunder.”
       “Welcome back, sir. It’s good to see you are back to your ‘enlightened’ ways.”

       Batgirl was re-acquainted with her senses with gentle pats on her cheeks. Augustus was holding her head with one hand and rousing her with the other. “I thought we were going to lose you for a moment, Batgirl. That would be a shame because I am not finished with you yet.”
       Dazed, she was not sure how long she had been out or what had happened during her unconsciousness. She feared the worst. Her pants were now completely off. Her fears were further exacerbated by the reattachment of the ropes on her arms and thighs. “What have you done to me, you beast?”
       “Batgirl, I’m hurt,” he said mockingly, “when I violate you I want you to see it, see it all. As a matter of fact let’s ensure that.” Augustus then reached under her chin and lifted off her mask and cowl.
       With the final layer of her protection exposed, Barbara sat there glaringly – wishing she could stare deep enough into him to make him explode.
       “Come on, red, let’s finish this thing. You know, you look familiar.” Despite the de-masking her red wig remained firmly on her head offering her, after all, some last level of disguise.
       Her body again was lifted high enough for him to massage her bottom and still sensitive vagina. She quickly succumbed to his touch as the effects of the last orgasm where still fresh in the memory of her clitoris. He undid the belt on his toga and produced his penis that Batgirl had to look at twice to fathom. It only appeared about three inches long but its thickness was of monstrous proportions. Easily it had to six inches in circumference. There was no way she could handle his grotesque dimensions without severely injuring her sex. Now fully erect it seemed to grow in thickness rather than length. He was going to split her.
       As Batgirl was lowered her legs were spread again and she began to fear bleeding to death over strangling. She debated letting go of the rope and dying to avoid the rape. Then she saw her light.
       Augustus worked furiously at maintaining his erection. Apparently, performance anxiety was influencing his manhood. As he looked down at himself and coaxed himself on, Batgirl discreetly began to swing, front to back. Timing her motions perfectly she wrapped her legs tightly around his neck and, once locked, twisting using his shoulders as a pivot. She heard a snap and felt his body collapse. She continued to hold him and that extra weight combined with a Herculean pull down on the ropes with her arms caused all the puppeteers to come flying off the scaffolding falling a good 25 feet to their death or disfiguration.
        She looked around for more henchmen to take on but none emerged. Exhausted but with more battles to wage, Batgirl gathered her outfit, piece by piece, and headed off stage to change.

                After securing the mask and cowl over her head again Batgirl checked over her uniform and utility belt. Everything seemed in order. She quickly turned and spirited up the stairs to the Siren’s suite. After what she had been through she could only imagine what they did to Robin. She wondered if Robin knew about the first humiliation he endured. It happened during his blowjob. As the Siren’s song increased the throbbing commotion in Robin’s green shorts she saw him reach out and gesture towards the Siren’s nymphs. Seeing him so swollen she almost hoped the Siren would allow her to relieve Robin. Instead, Robin’s relief was not one of the nymphs as he probably thought but rather one of the boys the Siren had in her entourage. Judging by Robin’s reaction he didn’t much care but the psychological impact if he discovered the truth could be devastating. She hoped he was spared.
                Batgirl reached the door and put her ear to it to listen if they were still in there. Hearing nothing she shouldered open the door only to find Robin still hanging from the ceiling, blindfolded, and with his shorts still at his ankles. He appeared to be unconscious. She first removed his blindfold and saw that his eyes were still closed. She gazed down at his penis, now completely at rest. It was impressive. It almost looked bigger than Bruce’s but that was because Robin’s body was smaller. However, proportionately he probably had one on his mentor. Out of courtesy and respect she bent down and pulled his briefs up. Although she tried to make this as easy a move as possible she only made the situation look more ridiculous. As she slid the shorts up, the waist band caught his limp member and lifted it with the material. Now the head of his manhood poked out over the briefs. She did her best to adjust him by pulling the waistband toward her with one hand and taking his shaft with the other to try and push it down into a position that looked comfortable. Still trying to place it right she heard Robin speak out, “I knew you could only resist me for so long.”
                Embarrassed that he felt good in her hand, she immediately took her hand out of his pouch and fumbled for an explanation. She decided to ignore his suggestions.
                “Come on, finish what you’ve started.” Sure enough she had started something. Despite her clinical touch Robin was once again sporting a sizable green pup tent.
                “Sorry, darling, this one is yours alone to deal with,” Batgirl finally replied. “So, fill me in Robin,” as she lifted him with surprising ease from the hook that held him aloft. As he worked out the knots holding his wrists together, Batgirl took his mask out from her utility belt and said, “I believe this is yours.”
                Robin hemmed and hawed about what happened next. She assumed it entailed more sexual escapades. Batgirl did not know how to approach the subject delicately but she finally came up with, “Did they take the blindfold off of you at all?”
                “No, that was the weird thing and I wish they had because that second girl was freaky. She kept putting her fingers up my poop chute and all as she blew me.”
                “Ah, Robin, that’s enough. I do not need those details.” Poor kid, Batgirl thought, if he only knew. “Anyway, anything else, Robin. Do you know where they went?”
                “Well, during the heat of passion – er, I mean battle – I might have let the location of the Batcave slip.”
                “You told them that the Batcave is below Wayne Manor? Robin, how could you?”
                “I didn’t tell them that but I did give a fairly accurate route description along the back roads way. They should not be able to tell its on Wayne property but it should be detailed enough for them to find it.”
                “How long ago was that, Robin?”
                “I’m not sure, maybe a half hour ago.”
“We don’t have much time. We must get there immediately!”
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