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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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Barbara Gordon was already thoroughly beaten when Russel came downstairs to put her back in her box. He gave her a small glass of water and then forced her back into the coffin from her nightmares. A benefit of the air holes he left in the box was that it allowed the electrical wires to be run through and reattached to her nipples and clit.
Barbara was overcome with despair when he did this. She had already endured such cruelty but being put back in that cramped shell with the electrodes attached to her was too much. She couldn’t get any rest at all. When she wasn’t being shocked she was waiting for the next burst of pain, acutely aware of her oppressive surroundings in the hard wooden coffin. Her life had become a living hell.
He had left her in front of the TV for three hours on that hard basement floor. She knew Batman was finished. It would only be a matter of time before he was taken in. And if Batman was finished then they were all finished. It was done.
She’d seen the videos he had taken over and over. They were humiliating beyond imagining. Living through the experience in them had been awful but seeing them on screen was nearly as bad. She had to relive every moment of hurt and degradation. Barbara’s sense of self was now completely shattered to the point that she couldn’t believe she had ever tried to fight crime in the first place. Seeing herself humiliated in such a way made her feel like a complete fool.
It was the people’s comments that hurt the most though. It seemed like there was no end to the number of people who were gleeful at what had been done to her. There was no pity. Just laughter and gratification at her torment. Detailed discussions among them about which part of her ravishment was best. If she looked better with or without her mask on. If she looked better crying or not. Which of the three Batgirls had the best pussy. How she was really only a 6 out of 10 and only tried to be Batgirl because she was butt ugly.
These thoughts swirled in her mind as she lay in the box. By now she had lost track of time, it seemed like an eternity to her. She felt like she was starving, her body was weak and her mind as well. She couldn’t focus on anything. She couldn’t think. Her physical and emotional states were now all that seemed present, they were the only things she could have any deep awareness of, and it was all discomfort and self loathing.
It had been hours when he finally returned to take her out of the box and remove the clamps. When she saw him open the lid she felt so much relief that she felt a surge of affection for him. Barbara was genuinely happy to see her master, to be taken out of the box no matter what the reason. She hated it in there. She just hoped he would stay in the room with her, even if he wanted to hurt her in some way because suffering all alone made her torment so much worse.
He did hurt her. He commented on how her tits seemed unscathed and that she had been lucky. Barbara nodded her head in agreement even though she was afraid of what he would do. Russel slapped her right breast with an open palm and the sound seemed to echo off the walls.
“Th-thank you, Master!” Barbara said, wincing through the pain. Russel had not prompted her to thank him, it was an automatic response.
He slapped her again on the opposite breast and the same thanks. Then he repeated the motion a few more times. Barbara’s eyes were starting to water but she dealt with the pain and looked at him with what she must have meant to be a smile. She didn’t want him to leave her. She wanted to be a good slave.
Russel thought she looked finished. There were bags under her eyes. The lack of sleep and food along with the constant physical and mental abuse had finally worn on her to the point where she was really breaking down now. She was almost there.
He finally stopped slapping her tits when they were a nice shade of red. Russel admired his work for a second before glancing up at her.
“That looks painful. Do your boobs hurt, Batgirl?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Well maybe I’ll give you a spanking then instead. Give those tits a break. What do you say?”
She smiled and nodded her head. “Yes, sir. I should get a spanking.”
So he sat on the box and bent her over his knee and started spanking her ass. The hole in her suit that gave him access to her anus was a little too small he thought, so he dug his fingers in and tore it wider. Now her whole her bottom was exposed, her Batgirl pants flapping open. Satisfied, he continued to spank her.
The force of his blows was terrible. Even a simple spanking seemed to hurt so much. Barbara took it as best as she could, whimpering and breathing hard, accepting her punishment.
It went on for minutes and when he was done Barbara’s ass cheeks were dark red all over. Russel was sure she would be feeling that one of a while.
“I think your ass is looking worse than your tits.” He commented. “Maybe I should give it a break as well.”
Barbara didn’t say anything. She felt it was best not to speak unless spoken to.
“So what would you prefer? I slap your face or your pussy? You get to choose.”
Barbara felt apprehension at having to choose. She didn’t want either, but she was more concerned with seeing if there was a correct choice and telling him what he wanted to hear.
“You...you could slap both, sir.” She offered, afraid to suggest it but hoping it would make him happy. “I deserve it for being a bad girl.”
*SMACK*
She didn’t even see it coming as his hand whipped out and his palm caught her across the cheek. Barbara fell to the floor, her face stinging.
“Sure I can do that. Let’s see that mangled cunt of yours.”
Barbara lay on her back and lifted her legs, high and wide. She trembled slightly as she watched him go to pick up the leather strop and return to her. Jhe patted her gently with it a few times. She knew how much this was going to hurt but kept her legs open for him in spite of her fear.
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
Three hard strikes in quick succession. Barbara whined in pain, nearly dropped her legs. Only her fear of what he might do to her kept her holding them up. When she saw him move away and put the strop down she said a silent prayer of thanks. The hits to her pussy were the worst of them all.
“You can put your legs down now. I feel like we could get into a daily routine of doing that. Daily spankings for Batgirl. How does that sound?”
Barbara was mortified at the thought. She couldn’t bear the idea of having to take that abuse every day. Would he never stop? Was he going to keep her down here and torment her forever?
“I...If it makes you happy, master.” She said, fighting the urge to scream and beg him to stop hurting her.
“It sure does. I think we can both agree that Barbara Gordon was meant to be hurt and humiliated. Right?”
Barbara felt herself dying inside. Was he just trying to mess with her head, or was he being serious? She didn’t think she could take any more of this, she was already at her wits end. He couldn’t be serious!
“I...I don’t know, I...” She stammered, having a hard time finding the words. Her thoughts seemed jumbled and her fear of him clashed with her hatred of being beaten and tortured and the endless, barbaric reality of it. Her body started to tremble. She hugged herself and felt herself breaking. She started to cry.
“Oh, please...” She said, her face twisted into abject sorrow. “No more! Please, sir...I can’t! I can’t take it. Y-you’ve destroyed me. Every part of me. I feel like I’m lost. Like I don’t know where I am or what’s right anymore. Please, please stop hurting me...”
Russel watched her as she put her face into her hands and wept. Her whole body was wracked with sobs. The built up trauma that he had inflicted on her was overwhelming her and she was crying with the understanding that whoever she had been she was not anymore. There was almost nothing left of her. She was done.
Russel packed her up into her box again, attaching the electrodes again to her sensitive areas and locked her in. She wailed like a banshee when he did this. It was the worst thing he could have done to her and Barbara was starting to lose control of herself. When she was all tucked away he left her in the dark room again.
More painful, sleepless hours went by. Barbara’s thoughts were a mess of violence and eroticism and despair. She was sure that she would go insane if he kept her like this forever, even now she didn’t feel at all like herself. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to be freed of her situation. She wished so badly for another chance to please him in some way. If only he would tell her to do something, she would pour her soul into it. But now all he was doing was torturing her. She felt as though her world were spinning all alone in the cramped box. She felt dizzy and lost. She felt like she was dying.
When Russel finally came back down into the basement he didn’t go to Barbara at once. He wanted to set something up first. She could hear him in the room doing some work and her heart was beating fast and hard. She was beyond being exhausted. Her whole body was spent. She didn’t know what he was going to do and the uncertainty of what her life had become was a kind of torture by itself.
Finally he lifted the lid off the box and pulled her out by her hair. Barbara was a mess and came with him like a ragdoll. She slumped on the floor and was barely aware when he pulled her pants off her body. Then her Batgirl jacket and cape. Only her mask and collar remained now.
She noticed what he had been doing. There were hooks attached to the ceiling, fixed to the joists with chains hanging down. Barbara didn’t resist in the slightest when he attached leather straps to her wrists and ankles, complete with steel rings.
He then took her left arm and left leg and attached them to the chains that hung from the ceiling, securing them with the steel ring. Barbara hung there by her two limbs, held up off the floor although she was low enough to the ground that her right arm and leg touched the concrete. She dangled awkwardly.
“Here’s another little toy I got for my ugliest slave.” He said, and when he brandished the tool in front of her Barbara’s eyes went wide.
It was a plain looking thing but she recognized what it was. He was holding a cattle prod! A tool designed for livestock! He was going to shock her with that!
“Nuh-nooo...” She cried weakly. He couldn’t do that! He was going to kill her!
Russel touched the end of the rod to her skin without activating it. She flinched in anticipation of what she was sure would come, but for now he just ran it over her body, revelling in the hanging girls fear.
Then he decided on a spot. When the tip of the prod was at her inner thigh he hit the button, hitting her with a powerful shock.
“YEEAGH!” Barbara screamed, her whole body reacting as she kicked and twisted. Her body swung in the air as she impotently tried to move away. The pain was unbearable.
“I think she likes it.” Russel said with a smile. Barbara stared at him with horror. She was in a place worse than she had ever conceived of, even in her worst nightmares.
Again he ran the prod over her body, as though searching for a place to sting. Barbara was mumbling, begging him to have mercy on her. Then he stopped on her ass and hit the button.
“AAAAHH!” She screamed, again flailing about in the air. The prod felt ten times worse than the machine he had attached to her. Barbara had never felt anything so brutal.
“Pleeease...” She whimpered softly. She didn’t even have the energy left to beg with any conviction, he had ignored all her pleading up to now. It was obvious he didn’t care about her feelings. She was his property and he was hurting her because he wanted to and he could.
Russel kept going with the prod, guiding it around her body threateningly. He was careful not to use it too close to her chest just in case it stopped her heart. Most of his shocks were aimed at her torso or lower. He took his time, drinking in her fear as she stared at him with a look of terror.
He hit her five more times, each time getting a scream and thrashing from his masked captive. She was breathing hard and sweat covered her body. Barbara looked on the verge of passing out.
“I want to try out another toy I have. Curious to see what it is?”
Barbara was barely responsive, but she was relieved to see him put the cattle prod down. When he approached her with a black handheld device that looked like a flashlight it took her a few moments to realize what it was.
The stun gun he carried he had actually owned before capturing his new pets. It was the most powerful one available on the market and he knew how painful it would be. He positioned the weapon between her legs, directly onto her pussy and pressed down on the button.
Barbara’s whole body contracted and gyrated in agony. Russel could see every single muscle on her body contorting. He held if for a few seconds before releasing and when he did this he noticed she lost control of her bladder. A weak trickle of pee came spraying out from his slaves crotch although she didn’t seem to notice. It didn’t last long and the last few drops ran from her pussy down her thighs.
Russel listened to her moaning for a while as she hung there. She was even beyond begging. Barbara moved her free arm and leg a little, her head bobbed from side to side, and she stared at her master weakly through green, terror filled eyes.
He had almost ceased to be a man in her eyes. Not just someone to call master or sir, not just someone she had to try to please. It had gone beyond that point. As though he had taken them both to a point where even the morality of his actions could not be condemned. He was like a god in this place, it was like Barbara didn’t even have a private thought left. Nothing to call her own. Her body had been his for a long time it seemed and now he was taking the ruined remains of her identity. Her soul.
Russel put the stun gun to the temple on her head. She started to quake with fear. She stared at him, wide eyed and wild. Then he removed the weapon and she breathed a sigh of relief.
He pulled off her Batgirl mask and tossed it to the side. Now she only wore her collar. Unmasked and naked she hung like a dangling piece of living art. The formidable woman she had forged herself into through years of dedication was shattered. He could read it in her eyes. Batgirl was no more.
Then he put the stun gun back to the side of her head and pressed down on the button.
She didn’t even scream. Barbara’s mouth opened wide but no sound came out, her whole body wracked again with inconceivable pain. He heard the metal sound of the chains that held her suspended jangling violently. When he was done he put the stun gun down and watched her.
She was still breathing but she had gone completely limp. Her eyelids hung half closed. Her body made a few involuntary twitches. Everything was very quiet.
“Mmhh...” She murmured, seeming to come back to life as her eyes slowly opened.
“Whuh...where am I...?” She managed, not sure if she was dreaming or awake or alive or dead. She was confused. “Who are you...?”
Russel leaned in close to her face. “Having a little trouble remembering? Do you know who I am?”
Barbara’s short term memory was shot. She stared at his face and had to work so hard to pull the details from her mind. She did know him. He was the man who raped and unmasked her. He was her master. He was keeping her now. But how long had she known him for?”
She felt a surge of panic in her guts. How long had she been here? She couldn’t remember waking up this morning, or if it was morning now, and if so when did she go to sleep? Where? She had a hard time thinking straight. She almost couldn’t feel her body at all, it was like she was floating and what little she was aware of was all pain.
“How do you feel?” He asked her.
“I...I don’t know, I...I can’t think right now...” She stammered, still unsure of her surroundings. She stopped trying to remember for the time being. The only thing she could focus on was this room and this man standing in front of her.
“I...I wanna go home...” She managed in a tiny, scared voice. She started to sniffle as a tear rolled down her cheek. “I want my daddy...”
Then she started to weep. Deep sobs wracked her whole body as she cried with abandon. She wasn’t sure of anything anymore. It was like some part of her was sinking away and she was scared and felt all alone. Only he was there.
Russel let her cry for a bit before he started to gently stroke the back of her head. She kept crying but the softness of his touch seemed to anchor her to something steady. She looked up at him, her eyes red with tears and thoroughly terrorized.
“Shh shh shh...” He said softly, letting her weep a while longer as he stroked her red hair. “It’s okay...it’s okay, I can help you understand...”
Eventually she managed to get control of herself. She stared at him in wonder, an almost innocent look to her.
“You know I’ll never lie to you, right?” He said, his voice filled with wisdom and compassion. She nodded her head. At that moment he could have said that black was white or two plus two was five and she would have believed it. There was no will to resist him in the slightest, she was eager to hear what he said. His words were a bedrock of reassurance to her.
“You are home.” He continued. “This room is Barbara Gordon’s home. She’s Batgirl. A pain slut and an embarrassing failure. This is what she deserves and this is where she stays.”
He regarded her for a moment. “But you don’t like pain, do you?”
She shook her head. She didn’t like it.
“And you’re not a bad girl, are you? You’re a good girl. You want to be a good girl...right?”
She nodded her head. Yes! She wanted to be a good girl. She didn’t like this place.
“Well then...I guess you’re not Barbara Gordon or Batgirl. Because then I’d really have to hurt you bad. You’re not that evil, wicked person at all, are you?”
Again she shook her head. She most certainly was not.
“You’re a lovely little thing, aren’t you?” He put his hand on the side of her head until he cupped her chin with it. He held her head like this, looking in to her eyes.
“Like a cute little mouse. That’s what you are. That’s what we’ll call you. Mouse. That’s your name. Mouse is a good girl and doesn’t deserve any pain. Do you like that name?”
She nodded her head with vigorous enthusiasm.
“That’s good, Mouse. Now you look uncomfortable. Would you like me to take you down from here?”
“Yes please, sir...” She said. Now that he mentioned it she felt the pain in her wrist and ankle that was being suspended from the ceiling.
“All right I will. And Mouse? Sir is a little too formal around here. We’re family. You just call me Daddy from now on.”
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