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Witness Protection	By : AdultBat Category: DC Verse Comics > Batgirl Views: 17648 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thursday
            Batgirl sat in the Commissioner’s office, intently listening to him provide a very sobering debriefing of the day’s events in the courtroom. While secretly wanting to attend the trial, she knew that as Batgirl she would be a distraction that could hurt the prosecution and, as Barbara Gordon, she had no reason to be there. The Commissioner detailed how the Defense Attorney ripped into Joey’s testimony and credibility by challenging his motives and accusing him of seeking some pathological retribution against his well-intentioned father. The Defense also succeeded in having some key evidence excluded. The worst as the Commissioner outlined was Joey’s demeanor. While in previous days he was engaged and sincere, today he was shiftless, quiet, and offering answers that did not follow the DA’s guidelines. Gordon summed it up, “Today could not have been more of a disaster.”
            “Commissioner, I am sorry to hear this. Is there anything I can do?”
            “Well, Batgirl, as you know tomorrow is his last day of testimony and then he will immediately be transferred over to the the Witness Protection program. We need to have Junior Soprano on his ‘A’ game or the case is lost, his father gets off, and he is gone forever.
I don’t know, talk to him, and see if there is anything he will say to you that he won’t admit to the DA or me. I know he’s a bit of a ladies’ man maybe play up to that – without, of course, compromising your integrity – and see if your feminine prowess can put him in the right frame of mind.”
Batgirl was sure her father wasn’t asking her to prostitute herself but in his desperation to win this case – and she knew it had huge implications both politically and to the morale of his force – it sounded like he was suggesting to her to push the normal limits. “Commissioner, I will do my best to make sure he is prepped and ready to testify as we need him.”
The Commissioner thanked Batgirl and they went over the details for the final night of witness protection. She will have the night shift and the Commissioner would relieve her and collect Soprano in the morning and escort him personally to the Courthouse. He was keen to leave an impression on the jurors how serious this case is and he was hoping his presence would solidify that point.
“What happened today?” Batgirl asked Joey. She needed to be direct with him. When she arrived there was an awkward moment when he shot from the sofa to the doorway to greet her. It alarmed the Detective watching him and if Batgirl did not hold him off with a “Back off, Soprano,” comment and gesture she was sure he would have kissed her. She gave Detective Harrelson a queer “I don’t know” look which diffused any major complications and the officer seemed to agree. Besides, as a cop away from home a lot he was anxious to catch his son’s football game. When Harrelson left, Batgirl wanted to run into Joey’s arms. She thought all day about how she was going to miss him and she was succumbing to the insane notion of carrying a mad crush from youth into adulthood. Their first embrace would have to wait. She knew she had to address business first to help her father. When he didn’t answer her question she repeated the interrogation.
“To be honest, I was depressed today,” his voice was sincere. “You know I am just getting to know you – I want to know you more – and then tomorrow, bam, you are out of my life forever. I couldn’t concentrate all day.”
Batgirl went over the importance of him keeping himself together and admitted she would miss him as well. It released a broad smile from Joey. There was a knock on the door, as Harrelson returned with take-out food for their dinner.
After the requisite thank you, Harrelson left for good. Batgirl reached in the bag and took out each item one by one inspecting what the Detective had chosen and laying it out on the small table. He thoughtfully had chosen Italian food from a reputable restaurant. The two chairs were placed side by side and Batgirl liked the idea of sitting next to him and enjoying the last meal as a couple but finally opted to move the chair so as to sit across from him, a better position to cross examine the witness.
Batgirl ate lightly as was her custom in the evening and pushed her food aside and began asking him questions to test his preparedness. Joey answered each question perfectly despite her persistency as an interrogator. “Mr. Soprano is it true you have been entered into the Witness Protection Program as an incentive for your testimony today?” Batgirl role played.
“I cannot answer that question, your Honor, on the account of the Defense Attorney is nowhere as hot as Batgirl here.”
“Mr. Soprano, this is a trial here, answer the question.”
“Okay, under oath if I knew before I would have to enter the Witness Protection Program and forsake any chance of seeing Batgirl again, I would have declined.”
Batgirl was moved by his affection and leaned in closer, “I need an answer, Mr. Soprano.”
Joey leaned forward to meet her face to face. He paused to speak but held his words as the two felt each others’ breath only inches apart. He made the first move tilting his face to kiss her. Batgirl did not defend her position and knowingly accepted his lips on hers. In seconds he had pulled her over the table scattering the food as the two furiously employed their lips as passionate probes over each others’ face and necks. Joey breathlessly protested, “Not fair, every time I try to kiss your neck, I keep getting a mouthful of body armor.”
“Well, Mr. Sausage, what do you propose I do about that?” Her voice left no mistake of its suggestiveness.
“I think you are in friendly territory and can dispense with all that protective mail.”
Batgirl continued to kiss him all over his face, neck, and shoulders. “Is that what the witness wants?”
“Yeah,” Joey stated, “that’s what I want.” Then he turned serious for a second, “But I have one cross examination question for you that I need for you to answer.”
Batgirl pulled slightly away to look at him directly.
“You know me, like you really know things about my core, things about who I wanted to be, not who I am now, more than anything you could have read in a file about me.” Batgirl realized that her insight really impressed him. He continued, “So my question to you, under oath, is what is your secret, how do you know me so well?”
            Batgirl realized how important this was to him. She briefly looked down, took a breath and said, “I will tell you this one thing but after I tell you I will not accept any follow-up questions nor reveal more than what I have stated. Ready?” He nodded. “You might have known me in a previous life.”
            The implications froze them both as they realized this information had the weight to change the tone of the evening in both directions.
Batgirl broke their mutual pondering, “Joey, excuse me a moment while I go into the bathroom for a moment.”
A flash of heartbroken protest transformed his face and he sheepishly questioned, “Do you have to…” Batgirl stopped him and put her gloved finger softly over his lips. She knew what he was thinking: if she went into the bathroom she would think about what she revealed, compose herself, and once again come out with greater resolve to end this passionate moment.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she assured him, “I’m coming back. Let me be a bit trite and say I am slipping into something more comfortable.” His face regained its seductively confident composure.
Batgirl closed the bathroom door, took a deep breath, and studied her image in the mirror. She was crossing a line. In truth she had never really thought about it before but if she had she would have avoided it. She stared hard at her reflection trying to glean some last speck hopeful insight or knowledge from her own eyes. A confused lust obscured any guidance her usually penetrating looks could offer.
She started methodically disrobing. First to come off were her gloves. She made a mental note to catalog anything she touched for wipe down to avoid any trace of her presence. Next was the cape which she neatly folded and laid on the counter. Then her crime-fighting identity was the next to be removed. She held her cowl and wig in her hand and again looked at herself in the mirror, this time with Barbara Gordon staring back at her. No thoughts were seriously processed, just next steps. She struggled to pull the Bat-tunic over her head. She knew removing the tunic meant sacrificing an important piece of armor but if she was crossing the line, well…
She had chosen, consciously or not, to wear a purple cotton camisole with a Bat emblem across the chest as an under garment this evening. It was not an official part of her Batsuit; rather it was something quite popular that she bought off the street.
Apparently her renown had spawned a cottage industry of clothes for girls to excite their boyfriends. Tonight, it seemed appropriate – she would wear it back into the bedroom. Finally, she removed her boots and pants leaving her attired in a thin cotton top, black panties, and a utility belt. Just as her hand was about to contact the door handle, she hesitated. She turned back to the mirror. No, she wasn’t ready to go out as Barbara Gordon. Maybe she did not want to completely step over the line, after all.
Her red wig, which she felt gave her the most personality change, went back on. Reapplying the gloves was just common sense, in passion who knew where fingerprints could end up. She fiddled with her cowl in her hand then set it down on the bathroom counter. Reaching into one of her utility belt compartments she extracted her emergency mask, a prop that did not take up precious space in her belt but was essential as a temporary measure in case her cowl was ever compromised. She placed it over her eyes and adjusted the band around the back of her head to a comfortable but secure position. Her new mask covered slightly more of her face than Robin’s but it definitely exposed more of her features and made her appear and feel more open than the cowl. After one more womanly go-over in the mirror she concluded yes, this was the look she wanted for herself and to share with Joey. She exited the bathroom this time without hesitation and with the certainty that she was doing something she wanted to do.
Joey had been sitting on the bed, watching the bathroom door for ten minutes. He chewed over Batgirl’s statement and wondered what her words could have meant. Knew me in a previous life? Does Batgirl believe in reincarnation? No she seems too grounded for that. What other lives have I had? I lived here and in Switzerland. Does she mean we went to school together in Switzerland? Think, Joey, think of all the girls you went to school with. Which one fits for Batgirl?
When the bathroom door finally opened, the scene could have been staged in a movie. The bedroom, now dark, was invaded by the escaping luminescence of the bathroom. Batgirl’s silhouette absorbed a good portion of the bathroom light but after a brief adjustment his eyes took in the vision of Batgirl approaching as on a catwalk path, each leg moving directly in front of the other. In the two or three seconds it took her to reach him he must have scanned her body up and down ten times. He first noticed the bare legs and semi-bare arms. The new mask is what registered next and he was shocked that she actually took off her cowl. Seeing her face in entirety would have been his preference but this was a step. The night was still early.
            At the midway point he noticed the sexiest thing of her attire, the way the utility belt draped around her hips with a bit of bare midriff between her panties and camisole. The sight of it made his dick immediately bloom into full erection. When she stood in front of him he noticed the Bat emblem of the cotton camisole and smiled very appreciatively. The way the camisole covered her top was brilliant as well. Since last Sunday, he thought he would never see anything as sexy as when he saw Batgirl in the wet lycra outfit with no crevice in her body hidden. However, seeing the looseness of the tee shirt and how it was propped up by her pert nipples raised the bar of lasting images.
            “Do you have a condom?” Batgirl asked with a breathy matter-of-factness.
            “Err, no. I never use them.”
            “They are for everybody’s safety, you know.”
            “Yeah, well, they don’t really fit. They don’t sell them sausage shaped, if you know what I mean,” Joey said with a mixed shade of sheepishness and pride.
            Batgirl reached into one of the compartments of her utility belt and produced a neatly foiled pouch. “They do exist, you just have to know where to look.”
            As she tore open a top sliver of the package Joey said, “I was kind of hoping you would suck me off first.”
The woman in Batgirl realized how quickly he could slip into boorishness but her passion was forgiving. “No, I want you inside me – now!”
Joey felt a fleeting twinge of disappointment but his dick was yearning and he did not really want to argue with her wishes. He watched with fascination as Batgirl elegantly removed the rubber from the packaging and grabbed his throbbing shaft rather firmly to steady it as she placed the latex on his tip. Still clutching him she made an o-ring with her index finger and thumb to roll the sheath down over his engorged head and pleasurably accelerate as it continued to cover his manhood. The act of preparation alone was almost enough to make him come but Batgirl concluded the procedure by taking one of his nuts in her mouth and gently tugging at it. His first reaction was pain then perverse bliss and her technique did the job of keeping him erect without prematurely exploding and wasting his dream.
            He stole a moment to look down his chest and admire himself– naked and fully erect – with his first ever raincoat on his curved dick. It looked pretty impressive. Then, as he was contemplating his wonderful fortune, Joey felt something he never before encountered in this situation: pressure to perform.
            Allowing this night of witness protection to transform into a conjugal visit was well over any boundary Batgirl could have imagined. She was enveloped with a sexual desire beyond anything she had ever before felt but she had not lost all control. In fact, she was determined to keep some control and reaction capability by making sure she fucked him and not the other way around. He may be thinking this is his night but to Batgirl this escapade was her guilty pleasure.
Still standing at the foot of the bed, Batgirl pulled her panties to her ankles and stepped out of the black thong. She looked at her lover and saw that his boner, which resembled a street sign at a bend, still peaked halfway up his abdomen. She pushed Joey in the chest firmly and he easily fell to his back. She took two steps toward the top of the bed and climbed in the mattress and crawled over his torso so that she was now kneeling with her butt staring him in the face as it rest on his stomach.
Putting her hands behind her, she lowered her body further down his frame until her vulva came into contact with the base of his imploring cock. The touch was magical and she immediately began to wiggle her hips so the firmness of his manhood caressed her clitoris. Moaning commenced as excitement shot electrically through her system. Batgirl grabbed Joey’s shaft and began moving it between her nether lips and across her love button. She did not know what Joey’s capabilities to hold out were but she sensed she would come without delay.
            Joey was confused when Batgirl first straddled him. He thought maybe she was going to blow him after all but as she wiggled down his abdomen on her butt to his eager friend he realized that this was a great way to have a girl get off using his dick for a dildo. He wished the room had a mirror so he could see what it looked like. He liked hearing her so genuinely excited but worried as she grooved out, he would shoot his load before entering her. He decided to pull her gently back by her shoulders so they were now both lying down on their backs with her on top of him.
            Meeting no resistance, Joey slipped his hands through the arm holes of her top and placed his mitts on her prominent tits. He ever so gently squeezed them in unison, almost as an introduction, and began the joyful task of caressing every inch of them. The size of Batgirl’s mounds were more than adequate – he could cover her tits but not hide them in his grasp – but what made them so fantastic was their firmness. Was her muscle or was she just born with the perfect rack.
            With her tits in his hands and his cock in her grasp, he was as energized as he had ever been. Joey was really feeling that he was going to lose it and blow his wad early when Batgirl moved his dick off her clit and channeled him in to her love mine. The euphoria was so off the charts – her pussy was as perfect as her tits and he was now officially fucking Batgirl! It actually eased the tension of early ejaculation.
            Batgirl seemed determined to work him as she forced her pussy down further taking him in deeper. Joey removed his right hand from her right breast and wandered down to her enflamed clit and began rubbing it to the rhythm of her thrusts.
            “Ooh! Are you trying to kill me?” Joey quickly raised his hand and stopped but Batgirl quickly placed it back. “I’m just kidding. It feels glorious.”
            He resumed his action with more vigor as his left hand tugged at her nipple. Batgirl responded with loader moans. Joey looked down at her face and tried to study it in the dark hoping to remember every detail for the lonely days ahead. The mask covered essential areas of her visage but he really felt he was assembling a lasting image of what she looked like as a civilian. She really was beautiful. Her passion enhanced the magnificence. It would be so easy to rip this flimsy mask off her face he thought. It would be off and I could see her before she could ever react. Who knows, maybe if I did it she really wouldn’t mind.
            Taking in Joey’s curved cock was unlike any other love-making sensation she had ever had. He was hitting a corner of her womb that no man had penetrated before; that she did not even know existed. Joey’s penis, splitting her labia and filling her vagina while his hand expertly massaged her clitoris, had brought her to a state of nuclear explosion. Impulsively, she sat up again to feel how the shifting of his member reverberated throughout her womanhood. Oh, he was so deep!
            Batgirl felt Joey’s hands on her shoulders and realized he was asking her to turn around. Not wanting to lose a moment of his log inside of her, Batgirl pivoted on his cock and was now facing him. Again, the shape of his penis felt different - but fantastic - inside her.
            Face to face, sitting, and focusing on each others’ eyes Batgirl rode Joey up and down. She was enjoying this immensely. Each had a queerly satisfied smiles emoting harmony. Breaking the silence, Joey said, “Wait,” and put his hands on her hips to hold her in place. Not fighting, Batgirl stopped and tilted her head in curiosity. The next words out of his mouth were simple, “Trust me.” He placed his rather large right hand over her mask and with his left he reached over her head and yanked her wig up, back, and off her head, throwing it over the side of the bed, but keeping the mask in place. Joey scanned the newly revealed image of her face – her secret identity oh so minimally covered – and smiled approvingly. Batgirl was momentarily stunned; it is not what she expected but there was little that she could do at that point. What she was doing with the witness may not have been a representation of her best judgment but she was having fun. She returned his smile and slowly rebounded up and down his pole few times and then leaned back.
            Imaging the scene, Joey knew the picture looked great: he sitting on the bed with Batgirl lying on her back; her breasts are exposed as the camisole material was bunched together between her two marvelously formed tits, and his dick plunged as deep into her pussy as it could be. He was thumbing her clit and liked that her landing strip now matched the hair on her head. Batgirl writhed in pleasure. However, the picture did not capture the pain he felt. Her reclined position combined with his sedentary one was stretching whatever dick tendons he had. He felt like it was going to snap off. He now began to fear her imminent orgasm. She won’t be still, she’ll ruin me. He tried to lean forward a bit to reduce the tautness. A spastic thrust of her hips and he knew she was coming. He focused hard, fought the pain, and released his first latex inhibited load. The discharge momentarily had his ears spinning but oddly it did not feel complete. He was sure he had more to give. Batgirl, on the other hand, could not bluff the attainment she felt.
            Much to her disappointment Joey withdrew his penis seconds after coming. She always thought one of the most intimate times couples shared was that post coital stage where they were still physically connected and rediscovering normal breathing patterns. She noticed Joey was slightly turned away from her and she wondered if everything was okay. She tried to re-engage him, “You were amazing. I am speechless with how you made me feel.”
            “Do you have another rubber,” he asked almost as if he wasn’t paying attention to her platitudes, “or can I re-use this one?”
            “You really never have used one before,” she stated in question-like fashion. “No, condoms are single use but I do have more so let me know when you are ready.”
            “I think I’m ready now,” and he stood off the bed and turned around revealing another full, crescent-shaped erection. Joey had stunned Batgirl for the second time in a five minute period. Her first thought was did he come just before? Yes, I felt him swell just before he grunted, I’m sure. But can how can anyone recover so quickly?
            “My goodness, Joey Soprano, you must think you are a teenage boy.” She wasn’t sure it she was ready to go again but was conscious of keeping him in good spirits. She decided that maybe this was a good erection to deal with using her mouth. She slid across the sheets and carefully rolled the condom back up over and off his stiff member. She looked at the tip of the condom and saw his semen, not a lot but definitely production. She leaned over and placed the spent soldier on the nightstand. She returned to facing his crotch and grabbed his petrified banana with her left hand and opened her mouth wide to slip it over the head of his shaft. She would focus her attention on the upper third of his torpedo. The taste was different from the other time she took him in her mouth. This recipe had a mixture of spent semen, latex and a whisper of her own sex juices. It wasn’t bad, just different.
            As she began to rhythmically bob up and down Joey finally decided that he was ready for conversation. “So you enjoyed it before?”
            “Mmmhmm,” Batgirl responded with her full mouth.
            With his cock halfway down her throat he paused her by holding her cheeks in his hands. As she looked up he said, “I guess it was a bit of a surprise when I pulled off your wig.”
            “Hmmm,” was all she could playfully and ruefully reply.
            “It’s just that I really want to see the woman you are under the mask and,” as he moved his hands to either side of her mask and gently but firmly grabbed the edges, “I know I could just rip it off,” Batgirl’s eyes widened with anxiety - one sudden movement by either of them and she would be exposed, “but I decided that I will wait until that day when you are ready to take it off yourself,” and he released his grip. “I will say though in your natural brown hair and this little mask, you are beyond hot, actually the word is gorgeous.”
            Batgirl blushed partly out of relief that she was not going to be de-masked with a dick in her mouth and partly for the sincerity with which she knew Joey delivered the compliment. She decided to go back to work on his throbbing projectile and really give him an orgasm that he would always reflect upon.
            She was blowing him with gusto and felt that this time around she knew how to navigate his peculiar shaped penis better than the first time. She was really quite into it when he asked, “Can I have that condom, now?”
            “I thought I would bring you to come, this way. Are you not enjoying it?”
            “Yeah, of course I am enjoying it,” he assured her, “it’s just that I want to do you from behind.”
            Batgirl wanted clarity. “Do you mean anal sex?”
            “Hell no, I’m not a freak,” Joey protested, “I just want to fuck you doggy style.”
Again, his cross-bred street education was bleeding into the boarding school civility.
            “That’s fine,” she said lovingly but secretly worried how raw her vagina would feel, “let me get you set up with a new condom.”
            “Why don’t you leave them all out,” he proposed with a smile, “it’ll be a long night.”
            Re-attired for lovemaking the two performed a pas-a-deux whereby Batgirl crawled into a position on her hands and shins while Joey walked across the bed on his knees into a position behind her. In the darkness he held his dick as he probed for the opening of her love canal but made sure to rub up against her clit before entering. The gesture was appreciated by Batgirl. She wasn’t sure if she would be dry or not but one touch seemed to instantly release the lubrication they would need to make this mutually enjoyable.
            Within moments Batgirl felt the walls of her vulva embrace the thick filling of Joey’s gland. This was a good position for seconds as it allowed her to again experience a distinct sensation from his rounded rocket plus it still gave her mobility if she had to respond. Each thrust was forceful and deep. With her already over-stimulated clitoris she quickly returned to the pleasuredome she had just left. Joey was more talkative this time, not necessarily to her but more bursts of “yes” and “take it”. Amazingly, the plunges increased in velocity. After one thrust drove her face into the headboard Batgirl had to adjust her stance at more of an angle so she could absorb the propulsions with her butt in the air and her face in the pillows. With one of his manic plunges, the resistance of the pillow on her face caused her mask to shift slightly down, off her brow. The next drive lowered the top of the mask down to rest on the bridge of her nose. She knew she should fix it but Batgirl was too busy - reaching between her own legs to caress his balls as he pumped away - to adjust her mask. Besides Joey isn’t even noticing, it must be too dark in the room to notice. Finally, the third power thrust exploded with his semen and pushed her mask all the way down so it was now covering her mouth. The last surge also triggered Batgirl into a series of three or four orgasms punctuated with screams that only ended because she needed to breathe. Behind her, he reached for her tits but she pushed her hands off him, “No, please.” She was out of control and any touch would send her into lightheaded ecstasy again. “You,” breath, “need,” breath, “to,” breath “pullout.”
            “I thought women liked it when we stayed in,” Joey countered.
            “We do,” Batgirl started and inhaled, “but I need to recover,” and exhaled forcefully.
Joey did not prolong the tease and withdrew his orgasmatron. “I think I like condoms,” he announced.
“Fantastic, let’s talk about it later,” sighed Batgirl as she re-positioned the mask correctly on her face. “Now, let’s take a nap.” She collapsed on the bed. This week was pushing her physical skills to the limit. If Joey said anything else to her she didn’t hear it; her body caved into a deep sleep.
As a rule, Barbara Gordon did not sleep much. Starting from childhood and continuing through her teenage years and college the emerging sunrise would often interrupt her reading or on-line research and prompt her to change her clothes and start a new day. Despite her encyclopedic knowledge of the benefits of sleep her body responded differently than others. She indulged in sleep when she needed it and mostly a few hours was enough to recharge her energy to function at the high levels her lifestyle demanded. This was one of the crucial ingredients that made her an ideal candidate for nocturnal patrols.
When she did sleep she dreamed actively and since intimate relationships were one of the areas that suffered from her secret career choice her dreams often indulged heavily in sexual activity. She rationalized it was definitely a compensation issue but one that didn’t hurt anyone so she did not think much about it. When she did permit herself the infrequent but gratifying dalliance she slept dreamlessly.
So it was with a bit of a slumbering surprise that Batgirl’s mind was processing pleasurable thoughts. In her semi-conscious state she sensed the unmistakable surge of blood rushing to the outer lips of her vagina heightening their sensitivity. Her clitoris surged as one of the erogenous crevices around her neck was equally overrun by a delicious suckling. Clarity of thought materialized and Batgirl now recognized her stimulation was not a dream but the skillful touch of Joey Soprano caressing her vulva and teasingly gliding over her love knob as she lay on her back on the bed.
“How long was I sleeping,” wondered Batgirl? “Daddy” – ooh – “Daddy will be here soon. Oh it feels soo good.” As Batgirl opened her eyes and looked into Joey’s staring down at her. He smiled. She returned the radiation but kept her mouth closed, she worried how her breath smelled. “Daddy will knock first. He always does.”
Her lubrication was complete. Just as she was about to shift positions to check his hardness and straddle Joey, he entered her and lowered all his weight to her hips, holding her down. The filling sensation felt divine and she paused to let his cock penetrate its full length. “Let me get on top, lover,” Batgirl whispered.
“Sure, in just a second,” Joey replied as his mouth left her deltoid and landed on her left nipple. His licked the whole areola twice then predatorily sunk his teeth around the protruding nipple. The marvelous feel made Batgirl gasp and Joey responded by pumping firmer and quicker. Her state of arousal which never really came down even during sleep was quickly skyrocketing again. The seconds blissfully became minutes. Joey continued his furious propulsions but focused on her eyes, determined to see beyond the mask to the person he was convinced he had a lifetime connection with.
Batgirl’s body and mind were in full orgasm. She pushed her hips into his thrusts as she screamed, “Oh Joey, oh God, yes, A.J., yes, don’t stop A.J., don’t stop.”
The surge of bliss that usually journeyed to his throbbing member this time trekked to Joey’s brain. I haven’t been called A.J since… “Oh my God, you’re from P.S. 14!”

Suddenly, with a violent thunderclap, the bedroom door blew off its hinges quickly followed by the burly shoulder of a stumbling man clad in a light blue Adidas warm up suit. Batgirl’s body instinctively transferred energy to all the right muscles to spring into fighting position but Joey’s body anchored her to the bed with her legs still high in the air. Joey’s head spun around, too, to witness the intrusion and together they saw a thick mountain of a man brush the splinters off his sleeves while another pocked faced man – smaller but built in more everyday proportions – followed behind him turning on the lights. In the moments of ensuing silence Batgirl was racking her mind on how to free herself from this posture, protect Joey, and neutralize these men. The latter two were well within her capabilities. The vulnerability of sex left her unable to assume any fighting chance.
Before Batgirl could take control of the situation, Joey, still fossil hard inside her, screamed at the two men, “What the fuck are you doing here!”
“What’s up, Joey,” the normally built one greeted – he was obviously the brains and communicator of the two – “banging the help, are we?”
It then dawned on Joey how much danger Batgirl was in. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Who knew that ratting on your family entitles you to fuck the Batgirl,” he clarified.
“Her? This is just some whore,” Joey invented.
“Really? Is that so?”
“Think about it. Look at this shit that they set me up with. Look at this: the costume is wrong, the mask is wrong, shit even the hair is wrong. I told them I needed pussy and since the Batpussy wasn’t puttin’ out this is the shit they gave me.” To seemingly add credence to his story, Joey thrust his dick in and out of Batgirl a few more times.
Batgirl picked up on Joey’s story and tried to take it further, “You mean that guy who arranged this was a cop? I ain’t doing this shit for free.”
“Shut the fuck up, puttana,” the intruder commanded. “Orso, tie her to the bedposts while I figure this out. Get the fuck off her, Joey.”
“What about me, Paulie?” Joey diverted, “I got a load to blow.”
“Blue balls should be the least of your concerns right now, you little shit.” Just then Paulie saw Joey’s sheathed dick. “Holy shit, I didn’t think I’d ever see the day when Joey Sausage put on a raincoat.”
“I’m tellin’ you, she’s a fucking whore, you know I’d never wear one of these things otherwise.”
While Joey was protesting, Paulie wandered into the bathroom and came out with Batgirl’s costume in one arm and her cowl in his other hand. “Joey, don’t be fucking with us. This shit sure looks like a real Batgirl costume to me. These clothes have some fucking armor in them. And what’s that over there? It looks like a red wig to me. I’m startin’ to think you had your dick in the real deal and now you’re thinkin’ with that dick and not your head.”
Orso finished securing the last of Batgirl’s limbs so now she was fully on display for all of the men to see. Unlike her bondage of yesterday, this time the ropes burned into her wrists and ankles. Paulie now directed his comments to the bound woman on the bed, “so tell me, are you the Batgirl or some two-bit cunt for hire?”
Batgirl was affronted with his disrespect. “Is that the way your good mamma taught you to talk to girls?”
“What’s your fucking answer: whore or Batgirl?”
“Let me go,” was all she would respond.
“We will, in time,” Paulie offered without much conviction. “First, let’s have a look at what’s behind the mask.” As he moved forward Batgirl pulled on her restraints but there was no give. She gave up her on her acting and jerked her head away as Paulie first reached for her black veil. Holding her chin with one of his surprisingly strong hands he grabbed the bottom of the mask with the other.
Batgirl gave a look to Joey, imploring him to help. All he could say was, “Come on, Paulie, leave her out of this.” His words had no authority with the intruders and Batgirl noticed that his dick which had gone limp as he argued with Paulie was now growing in excitement again at the prospect of her unmasking. He would not save her.
“Come on, let’s end this,” and he lifted the mask completely off her face. Batgirl closed her eyes and hoped this would all go away. After an eternity of silence in the room she opened her eyes again. They were all staring at her. Finally, Paulie turned back to Joey and said, “Sausage, clarify something for me. Is the fucking Police Commissioner’s daughter a whore or is she the Batgirl?”
Joey lowered his head. This revelation was her death sentence.
Batgirl knew this could only end badly. She not only was unmasked but they knew who she was. She knew the revenge her father had exacted on their families was about to be brought down on her. She resolved not show weakness, whatever they would do, she would not cry, she would not cave into emotion. She heard Paulie ask, “Hey Orso, do you want to have the Batgirl suck your dick?”
He answered with his first words of the night, “Yeah that would be nice.” His voice was gentle and therefore deceptive for his size.
Batgirl responded indignantly, “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to do anything like that.”
“Yes you will,” Paulie countered with intent as he drew his gun, “or I will blow Loverboy’s brains all over your fucking spread pussy.”
Orso felt the urge to speak again, “Can she suck it wearing the mask?”
“Sure, Orso, whaddever you want. That’s a good idea.” Paulie reached down to the floor and picked up the red wig, walked back to the bed, and used it to cover Barbara’s brunette locks. He then lifted her head and placed on the cowl. She was Batgirl again visually but her predicament was as dire as any other helpless woman’s.
Orso stepped closer to her and lowered the waistband of his sweats and underwear. A meaty cock was revealed. “C’mon,” was all he said. Batgirl turned away and then looked straight ahead at Joey with the metal at his temple. She turned back to Orso who now was kneeling on the bed and lifted her head and took hold of the head of his penis in her mouth. She didn’t try to take in any more of him but literally sucked it for a bit. Her technique worked because Orso was quickly at full mast. She hoped she could continue to just pucker around the tip the whole time but Orso grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pulled her completely over him so his hairy boner was fully in her mouth. Any movement of her mouth over his dick was initiated by him as he now held her at the temples and moved her head back and forth along his shaft. Fortunately, he came quickly without much force and without much semen. Despite the small payload his reaction was a fierce grunt of satisfaction.
He then quickly composed himself by pulling up his pants and - with his accustomed succinctness - said, “Thanks, Paulie.”
Batgirl was relieved that the ordeal did not last long and hoped it would be all she would be subjected to. At the end of the bed Paulie and Joey were locked in conversation. Paulie was the more animated of the two. “We thought everything was going good. You turn State’s to get the old man arrested and during the trial your testimony is good enough for protection but not good enough for conviction. Then Big Tony is released and can’t be tried again for double jeopardy. But then you start fucking everything up. First you save the Batgirl when we could have drilled her and sent a strong message to the Commissioner to not mess with us; then at the fucking trial you start improvising and making things look grim for Old Tony. Granted, yesterday was pretty good for us but we are concerned that if you don’t play along again tomorrow, everyone is fucked. Tony – your Papa – is at risk here. We thought everyone understood the plan. Christ it was your idea.”
Joey quickly looked at Batgirl and they locked eyes, his worried and imploring her not to believe what was just said. Hers eyes emoted the rawness of betrayal and hurt.
As if remembering a chore, Paulie suddenly turned away from Joey and focused his attention on Batgirl. “I think I have some unfinished business here, too.” He unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his ankles. Then with his thumbs he lowered his boxer shorts as well. “Hey, chickie, guess what Uncle Paulie has for you?” he teased. He started rubbing out his rather large bologna which was also curved but not nearly to the extent of Joey’s.
Batgirl looked with dismay at what was about to enter her. She had lost any lubrication she had had and now was facing the prospect of considerable pain. “Is having a large penis required to get into the mob?” she wondered.
Paulie crawled between her legs and propped her thighs slightly up using all the slack in the binds that he could. Are you ready for me, Batgirl?” he jested and immediately thrust himself into her unprotected and exposed vagina.
The immediate pain was staggering but Batgirl fought to avoid showing any weakness, any semblance that he was beating her. Up close she realized he was older than he first appeared, the grey pubic hairs were a telling sign, but he was in fairly impressive shape for his age. The walls of her vagina throbbed as the abrasion of his thrusts acted like a metal brush in her love canal.
“Hey Batgirl, you’re okay, not a bad fuck at all,” Paulie announced. “I can see why you wanted to keep her for yourself, Joey.” He continued to take short, measured thrusts. Abruptly, his composure changed and with the change he leaned forward and ripped her Bat camisole down the middle, exposing her breasts to all of them. Still pumping but adjusting himself more upright he slapped her breasts hard back and forth, each blow sounding like a severe spanking. He was yelling incoherently about all the extra work she had made for him and how the Commissioner was a prick. Joey pleaded with Paulie to stop but all he heard were angry voices from years past.
He then slapped Batgirl’s face with both sides of his hand. It stung sharply but Batgirl still kept her form – but it was becoming more difficult. Paulie clutched the top of her cowl and pulled up taking the titian wig with it. He slapped her again but now his voice was calm. “You know what boys?” he said to the onlookers behind him. “I can claim something that no other made man can, not even your old man, Joey.” He was smiling and driving into Batgirl. I’m the only one who has fucked both the Commissioner’s wife and daughter. That’s right, Batgirl,” as he looked down on the shocked face of Barbara Gordon, “I was one of the guys there that night we did it to your mother and you know what, she not only was tighter than you but she had more fight in her, too.”
Never in all her years of training and crime-fighting had any blow hit her with such force. In one sentence Paulie inflicted a brutal humiliation upon her, worse than any unmasking. She became Batgirl to avenge her defenseless mother and bring sharked-eyed people like Paulie to justice. The revelation transformed the Batgirl. With a rage and power she had never drawn upon before she pulled bind around her wrist and broke the wood bedpost securing it. With her freed arm she swung but Paulie was too tall and prepared to connect solidly. She then reached for her Utility Belt. If it meant killing everybody in this room, including herself, Paulie would not live to see another day.
Years of fighting people who did not fight fair educated Paulie to watch everything his opponents might try. As she reached for the compartment, he held her wrist to the belt and with his other fist, punched her square in the jaw and jarring her senses. Just before the next strike landed in the same spot knocking her out completely, Batgirl dazedly thought, “Oh God, he coming inside me. Please, please let this be a bad dream.”

Friday
            It’s never a good morning when the first thought you try to process is the conundrum of “What happened?”
            Batgirl’s eyes burst open. Sensing she was safe, her body sprang up to a sitting position and she surveyed her surroundings. She was alone and in her bedroom and in FULL costume. Her clouded mind began to process memories in sequence: talking with Joey, sex with Joey, intruders, betrayal, rape, her mother’s rape(!), and now here. It did not make sense. Could it have been a nightmare after all? She bounded from her bed to her vanity where the bruises on her face which coincided with the tenderness of her jaw mirrored back to her the reality she endured. What happened after Paulie mounted me? How did I get back here?
            Batgirl looked at the clock on her night table. It was still morning and the trial was due to begin momentarily. She needed to call her father, the Commissioner, but what would she say? I am sorry I abandoned the witness. How will he ever trust me again?
            The witness – Joey – he must have saved me after all. It made sense. The mobsters would never have released me and Joey did know my secret identity. I remember him fighting the big goon – Orso, yes, that was his name – and yelling at Paulie to stop. Now that I am here, how can I sync my story with Joey’s so Daddy doesn’t suspect anything? Oh, I don’t want to lie to him. I am going to have to call him and tell him the truth.
            Slowly, Batgirl dialed the Commissioner’s private cell phone number. He picked it up on the first ring.
            Caught a bit off guard, Batgirl did not even lower her voice as she usually did when calling him in her crime fighting persona. “Commissioner, it’s me, Batgirl.”
            “Batgirl, how are you?” His voice had an empathy that she usually did not receive as the Caped Crusadress.
            “I – I am fine Commissioner. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay for the trial.” There was silence on the other end. She wasn’t sure what to say, “You know, after last night…” She deliberately trailed off hoping that he would fill in the blanks.
            “There isn’t going to be a trial, Batgirl.”
            “Excuse me, Commissioner?”
            “Tony Soprano was killed in prison early this morning.”
            “I’m sorry, I guess, I mean I did not know. I did not see the news this morning.”
            The news agencies are just finding out now,” the Commissioner informed her.
            “And Joey? Er, the witness, Anthony Soprano, Jr., what has happened to him?” She was sure this would clear some of the missing pieces from last night.
            “The junior Soprano was taken care of.” His response was a bit vague for the answer Batgirl wanted to hear but he continued, “I apologize, Baa – Batgirl – for asking you to look after that monster.”
            Batgirl wanted to respond, “oh he really wasn’t that bad,” but her sense of decorum caught her and she replied, “Commissioner, I am always prepared to do anything to help you.”
            “Yes, pumpkin, I know.”
            Batgirl looked at the phone perplexingly. Did she mishear him or did he just confuse her with his daughter. There was a long pause as neither could decide who should speak next.
Gordon pressed the Disconnect button on his cell phone and halted briefly. He looked forward but saw nothing. The images still dominating his thoughts were of what he discovered in that hotel room and his cold, methodical reaction. Mentally returning to his current environs he focused on a man, close to his height and frame but holding half his years, standing near the wall that served as a stone barrier to the River. The man was dressed appropriately enough but seemed uncomfortable in his clothes. Gordon approached him without hesitation or urgency. He had never met the man before but knew exactly who he was. “It’s done. You can go”
“So that’s it? I’m really free?” The deceptively muscled man was incapable of standing still. “No cops hasslin’ me, trumping up parole violations to return my ass upstate?” Gordon stood silent, half listening but incapable of responding – his dimension of thought was far removed from this man’s prattle. The other man continued, “You know I’m not really free. I ain’t no fool. I know who I shivved last night. You made me sign my own death warrant. It’s only a matter of time before I am a dead man. Tony Fucking Soprano. Do you think his boys will let me get away with that? Some Mic working for the Mob is sharpening his butcher knife right now thinking about how to slice me up. What the fuck was I thinking? You got to protect me.”
“You and I will never see each other again.” Gordon’s direct but unquestionably authoritative statement broke his silence but created a larger one between them in its wake. “You are already taken care of.” Another speechless pause lingered. A few errant park noises were the only sounds defining their surroundings. “Here.” Gordon handed him a file. “A new slot just became available in the Witness Protection program. We have already established a new identity for you in a faraway place. You have a new life. Use it wisely.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Guys like me don’t get deals like that.”
“You have a flight leaving in two and a half hours. I’d advise you not to miss it. Here,” handing him a Founding Father, “take this and grab the first taxi you can find to the airport. There are plane tickets in the folder. On the flight study the contents of the folder well. When you arrive you’ll have money in a bank account to get yourself situated. This is your second chance and your only option. Do well.” Gordon turned and walked away.
Gordon could hear the trailing voice yell, “How’s a brother supposed to survive in Wyoming?” but he kept walking. He never considered looking back.
Jim Gordon dedicated his life to protecting the citizens of Gotham only to learn that he could never shield the ones he cared about most from the menacing horrors of City’s underbelly. Worse, his actions, his pursuit of the underworld put them directly in its path, front and center. It would be the brutal reality he would have to acknowledge but never accept. Paulie, Orso, Tony Senior, and Junior would never be seen again. To the streets he would bring order, but for his family he would deliver justice.

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