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Gate Crashing Gotham City	By : NightCrepper Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 9788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Notes from the author: I had this sitting in my PC for quite some time. I have taken parts out for other stories over the years and just didn’t have the heart to take anymore out. Also, I lost all the original notes from Bob Cashman, but he suggested certain endings for Batgirl. I had them in quotes in as notes for the story. So hopefully, this is close to what he wanted. So here’s hoping that it all makes sense.

Feel free to e-mail me at <mbison_76@yahoo.com> with comments, criticisms, ideas, etc. Thanks and happy reading.

*****

Gate Crashing Gotham City

Chapter 4 - Barbara Gordon’s Fate

By: Night Creeper

            “Look man, I run a respectful business here. See that certificate on the window. Just take a look at it. Everything is legit here,” a skinny little man with black hair, wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans stammered as he saw Huntress and Spoiler enter his tattoo parlor with Commissioner Gordon and Batgirl behind them. The man did think it was odd for Batgirl to be wearing a brown trench coat like Commissioner Gordon, but he was too scared to say anything else.

            “Hush Weasel!” Joker snarled as he stepped through the door. “You know your certificate is expired?”

            “I was going to get that fixed. I promise! Please don’t arrest me for that . . . wait . . . why are all you here with Joker?” the skinny man inquired nervously as he saw Huntress and Spoiler lower the shades so that the windows were covered.

            “Did you hear about the ballroom a few weeks ago?” Joker asked as he flipped though a binder with various artwork inside.

            “I wasn’t there! I swear!”

            “I know you weren’t! That’s why you’re still alive!” Joker snarled. “And if you want to remain alive, you’ll do exactly what I want!”

            “Sure Joker! Anything you want!”

            “There’s a new sheriff in Gotham City and he has claimed these former crime fighters as his playthings. Huntress and Spoiler already know that they belong to him, but Batgirl needs reminding,” Joker spoke as he dug a sheet of paper from his pants. “The skull with wings is his insignia. He wants it tattooed to Batgirl’s ass. Don’t fuck it up,” Joker warned.

            “I won’t! I won’t!” Weasel quickly replied as he looked at the sheet.

            “Don’t tear it, you idiot!”

            “I won’t!”

            “You don’t have to memorize it! You just have to be able to tattoo it! And by that, I mean you should start now!”

            “Right away! Follow me!” the scared man spoke as he dashed into a side room with everyone walking slowly behind him. The man quickly wiped the table, which looked like an operating table, off with rubbing alcohol and then dried it with a clean towel. Then he began to clean his instruments while Batgirl squirmed nervously. She watched his every move as he cleaned the needles. The woman fought back the tears as her own father gripped her arms to steady her.

            “My Weasel, this appears to be the first time that you’ve cleaned your instruments this thorough.”

            “I always clean my instruments. Don’t tell lies in front of Commissioner Gordon,” the skinny man pleaded as he continued to clean his instruments.

            “Oh please! Give it a rest! Commissioner Gordon works for me! He’s not going to write you a ticket as long as you cooperate! But do clean the instruments! If Batgirl gets sick or dies from the your work, M. Bison is going to be quite upset.”

            “Who is M. Bison?”

            “The man who will kill you if you fuck up. By the way, he’s far more imaginative when it comes to killing people.”

            “No problem Joker. I’ll get everything clean,” Weasel gulped as he spent the next ten minutes cleaning everything.

            “Ready to go?”

            “Ready.”

            “Do the honors, Commissioner Gordon,” Joker spoke as Commissioner Gordon released Batgirl’s arms. Weasel’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he saw Batgirl undo the buttons, which allowed the old man to collect it from her. He was shocked that the woman was totally naked underneath except for the six inched clear heels that adorned her feet. The woman did nothing to cover herself up as Commissioner Gordon escorted her to the table. Batgirl laid down on the table and waited for the needles.

            “Do you want me to give her something to dull the pain?” Weasel asked.

            “She can have this rag,” Joker spoke as he pulled a rag out of his pocket and stuffed it into Batgirl’s mouth.

            Within seconds, the equipment buzzed to life as Batgirl felt a sharp pain shoot up her spine. Unbeknownst to the two Gordons, Weasel’s instruments were precise, but they always brought a lot of pain, which is why Joker brought them all to his parlor. The pain was what kept most customers away. Although Joker wouldn’t have minded one bit if other customers saw a naked Batgirl, having her father present should be humiliating enough. In fact, both of them tired desperately not to cry as Commissioner Gordon held his daughter’s anguished face, never breaking eye contact.

*****

A Week Later

            “OH YES!!” Batgirl moaned as she frantically bounced up and down on a huge purple dildo that was secured the round table, which she was performing on. The woman was completely naked except for her cowl and clear heels. Her hands rubbed and squeezed her sweaty tits around the pole in front of her as the lowlifes in the crowd cheered her on. A few inches away was Commissioner Gordon taking money from the paying customers, writing down their requests.

            “I have thirty minutes around that time slot. If you want to wait an hour, I can fit you in before midnight to give you a full hour with her,” Commissioner Gordon spoke, still unable to believe the words coming from his own mouth even after an entire week.

            “I don’t man. Batgirl ruined my plans years ago and I do want to get back at the bitch, but a full hour is pretty steep in terms of price,” the thug replied.

            “For a fine piece of ass like that? I doubt it. She’s a fine slut. Well worth the money.”

            “I don’t know man. All I really want to do is to have her suck me off.”

            “You don’t want that. You want her to wrap her fat titties around your cock.”

            “I don’t know.”

            “Look, there’s eight people before you. Six of them are paying for the use of her mouth and cunt. One customer is paying to just use her ass. Hell, one customer is paying to use her mouth, ass, and cunt. By the time she gets to you, she’ll be exhausted. She’s not going to be a good fuck, but her tits will still be quite useable.”

            “There are eight people in front of me, eh?”

            “That’s correct.”

            “She’s going to be exhausted,” the man spoke as he rubbed his chin.

            “That’s right. She will be tired and she won’t be much use. However, her tits will be clean. Just look at those fat tits and imagine them squeezed around your dick.”

            “Eight is a lot of people.”

            “That’s right.”

            “But regardless of how tired she is . . . she has to please me . . . correct?” the man mused.

            “Yes she does, but . . .”

            “Done! I’ll take her cunt, her ass, her mouth, and her tits! I can’t wait to make an exhausted and sore Batgirl exert every ounce of strength to please me! Sign me up! It’s going to be damn worth it!” the man yelled as he slammed his money onto the table. Commissioner Gordon quickly filled in the paperwork for the man and gave him his ticket. He then packed up the book and stared at Batgirl, who was lost in herself as she tried to climax. The old man knew that she hadn’t hear a word of what was discussed between the customers and himself, but he knew that the situation would change before the night was out.

*****

Hours Later

            Commissioner Gordon gingerly stroked his daughter’s sperm covered hair from her messy face. The woman was unconscious and was covered in sperm. He quickly removed the cowl and tossed it back onto the bed. The old man then carefully cradled her in his arms and pressed her close to his body as he carried her into an adjacent room. He could feel all the spunk sticking to his clothes, soaking parts of them. Once inside the adjacent room, he laid her down into the bathtub, which was already filled with warm water. He rinsed her hair and lathered up a washcloth with soap and scrubbed her skin as thoroughly and as gently as he could. He paid extra attention to her breasts, neck, and face making sure that all the gunk was scrubbed off. The old man then had to insert his soapy fingers into her cunt, where he cleaned her vaginal walls by moving his fingers back and forth. This caused the unconscious Barbara Gordon to moan repeatedly as her body shifted inside the tub, splashing the water about. Once her cunt was clean, he washed her ass. Then came her legs. Once she was cleaned, he turned on the water and began to drain the tub. As the water began to go down the drain, he made sure that her body was being drenched by the clean water. When he was satisfied, he pulled her out of the tub before turning the water off.

            The old man knelt on the floor and had the woman lean her breasts against his shoulders. He then used a large towel and began to dry her. Like before, he paid extra attention to her tits, neck, and face. He could hear her moan and wanted to stop, but like scheduling her customers, he had to do it. With her body dry, he began to dry her hair. He moved the towel back and forth through her hair, getting the knots out before rising to his feet. The old man moved toward the sink where a hair dryer was located. He turned it on low and began to dry her hair with it. Although she wasn’t awake, he made certain that the hot air never stayed in one place too long. He simply didn’t want to damage her hair. Eventually, he felt the hair was dry enough and turned the hair dryer off. The old man then went into the medicine cabinet and splashed a bit of perfume on his daughter’s face. Then without saying a word, he kissed her on her forehead before lifting her back into his arms and carried her out of the room.

            “You’re late,” Huntress growled as she saw Commissioner Gordon approaching her with Barbara Gordon in his arms.

            “I’m sorry, but the last guy took an extra long time. He continued to fuck her even after she had passed out.”

            “That’s still no excuse. You can always call for assistance if you need help kicking a customer out after their time has expired. And why is she still sleeping? Wake up, you lazy whore!” Huntress snarled as she slapped Barbara’s head.

            “Wha?” a groggy Barbara Gordon groaned as she began to stir.

            “Wake up dear,” the old man said softly.

            “Wake the fuck up!” Huntress snarled as she slapped Barbara yet again, this time jarring her awake.

            “I’m awake,” Barbara spoke as she slipped out of her father’s arms only to see Huntress punching him in the gut.

            “That’s for being late,” Huntress spoke.

            “Please,” Barbara pleaded.

            “Shut up. You two better get inside or else. I’ll go get the master,” Huntress spoke as she walked away.

            “Are you okay, daddy?” Barbara asked as she knelt down and helped her father up.

            “Yea. Let’s get you inside,” Commissioner Gordon spoke as they entered the room.

            A few minutes passed before Bison entered the room. “She is ready, my lord,” Commissioner Gordon spoke as he pointed to the bed. Bison made his way to the bed, where he found Barbara Gordon laying spread-eagle with her arms cuffed to the headboard. The man took off his cape and cap before snapping his fingers. “Yes my lord,” the old man spoke as he stood beside him.

            “Those won’t be necessary tonight,” he spoke as he undid the buttons on his red jacket.

            “Yes my lord,” the old man spoke as he quickly made his way to the dresser to get the key. With the key in hand, he began to free the cuffs around Barbara’s wrists. While Barbara’s hands were being freed, Bison blindfolded the woman.

            Barbara felt Bison’s hands lift her up. She allowed his hands to place her on all fours. The hands then went away for a few seconds before she felt her butt cheeks being parted. “Tell your dad what’s going to happen now,” Bison ordered.

            “Fuck my ass, master! OH!! Any second now, Bison is going to fuck my ass, daddy! ” Barbara screamed, hiding her reluctance.

            “Oh yes, I wil!” Bison laughed as he slapped Barbara’s ass. Within seconds, Bison slapped her ass again. Soon, it became a spanking.

            “I’ve been bad. Spank me! Spank me!”

            “Here you go!”

            “Thank you! May I have another master?”

            “Start counting!”

            “Two! May I have another master?”

            “Okay!”

            “Three!” May have another master?” Barbara screamed as the blindfold sucked up her tears. By the time she reached twenty, her ass was a crimson red.

            “Now for some fun,” Bison chuckled as he grabbed her hips and slammed his dick into ass.

            “HOLY SHIT!” Barbara screamed as her body tensed. She could feel Bison’s manhood sliding inside her, stretching her. The woman gritted her teeth as she grinded her as back against Bison’s hips. She didn’t want to, but she knew she had to. Barbara imagined how low her father must have felt watching and listening to her. More tears escaped her eyes only to captured by the blindfold as she began to thrust back in forth in order to receive the full force of Bison’s pumping. “Pound me! Pound my ass!” Barbara screamed as she felt a pair of hands cupping her jiggling tits.

            “Such a slut! You’re a slut, Barbara! You love this, don’t you?”

            “OH YES!!! I WAS MADE FOR THIS!!! I’M A DIRTY SLUT!!! THIS FEELS SO GOOD!!!” Barbara lied. “RAM YOUR HUGE DICK INTO MY ASS!! SPLIT ME!! SPLIT ME!!”

            As Barbara screamed, the blindfold was ripped from her face. It took her several seconds to focus her eyes, but when she did, her heart almost leapt out of her chest. Standing in front of her was M. Bison. The young woman immediately knew who was fucking her ass even though she couldn’t see him. “Continue,” Bison spoke as he twisted Barbara’s nipples.

            “But . . . but . . . it’s not you . . .” Barbara pleaded as tears streamed down her eyes.

            “Don’t cry, Barbara. Don’t cry,” Commissioner Gordon grunted from behind as Barbara heard the pain in his voice.

            She begged Bison with her eyes, wanting him to stop her father. Bison smiled and pulled out a small pill from his pocket before moving his lips to her left ear. “The faster you climax, the sooner he’ll stop. It might take a while since I might have to have him stop and start up again on numerous occasions. He has a bad heart you know. Although, I can make it end in a few minutes. Currently, I’m holding a highly addictive drug in my hand. It’s an aphrodisiac. It will make you incredibly horny and wet. If you take it, I’m sure you’ll climax in a matter of seconds,” Bison whispered before he pulled away and held his hand below Barbara’s mouth.

            The woman glanced down at the pill. She didn’t want to use drugs, but she could hear the anguished pants from her father. Without saying a word, Barbara used her tongue to pitch the pill into her mouth. The woman then forced it down her throat with what little spit she left in her mouth. It only took a few seconds for the pill to work. Barbara felt an incredible rush as her body became extremely hot. Her juices began to flow from her sex as saliva drooled from her lips. It was like her body had flipped a switch. Thoughts of her father were blown from her mind as she only cared about climaxing. The woman thrust back forcefully as she felt her climax building. “FUCK MY ASS!!! FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!” Barbara screamed as the orgasm shook her entire body. This was followed by numerous others in rapid succession as her mind blanked.

*****

Two Hours Later

            “Oh god no,” Barbara sobbed as she slowly rode Bison’s dick. The man’s hands groped her sweaty tits as she watched a huge screen above the headboard of his four poster bed. However, Barbara cared very little about what was happening to her. Instead, her eyes were glued to what was happening on the screen. She could see the counter in the corner that informed her that it was well over an hour. Barbara Gordon’s mind had blacked out after about five minutes after swallowing the drug. However, she did continue to function. In fact, she continued to thrust back, fucking her own dad. Even after her dad faltered, continued to fuck him while screaming for more. By the time the counter reached an hour and thirty minutes, Huntress and Bison had to pull Barbara off of Commissioner Gordon, who was virtually seconds from a heart attack. Yet, she was still trying to reach him in order to fuck him. Luckily, Huntress was able to hold her back with the help of Spoiler, who quickly arrived on the scene. Barbara watched as she felt pain in her own heart. She had almost fucked her own father to death.

            “Do you want me to replay it?” Bison inquired.

            “Please don’t,” a crestfallen Barbara Gordon meekly replied.

            “I really liked the part where you kept on screaming for cock and trying desperately to reach his dick as he weakly raised his hands to try to keep you away from him. Let’s play that again,” Bison spoke.

            “Pl . . ple . . . pleas . . .” Barbara sobbed, unable to complete her plea.

            “If you don’t speak correctly, I will just have to assume that you want me to replay it.”

            Barbara sobbed and shook her head, but found herself unable to talk. Bison teased her for a few minutes and got a reaction from Barbara every time he released her tits. However, he soon became tired of the little game. Thus, he released her left breast and reached over her head. “NOO!” Barbara suddenly blurted out.

            “You dare stop me?” a disgruntled Bison inquired.

            “I dare not stop you,” Barbara sobbed. “I’m a worthless whore. I don’t have any decision making skills. Your word is law and I must obey. But I’ll do anything you want if you do not play the video again.” Bison watched Barbara for several seconds. The woman was defeated and it was plastered on her face. Bison slowly moved his hand back to her breast. As his hands touched, Barbara’s hands gripped his wrists and began to move his hands, assisting him in abusing her own tits.

            “Joker spoke of another woman. Do you know her?”

            “Joker was referring to Black Canary.”

            “Tell me about her.”

            “She is known for wearing fishnet stockings and her Canary Cry.”

            “What is that?”

            “It’s an ultrasonic scream that can shatter objects and incapacitate crooks.”

            “Sounds like a great weapon to have.”

            “It is.”

            “Call her and setup a meeting.”

            “I . . .” Barbara stammered as Bison attempted to pull his hands from her breasts. The sudden movement caused Barbara to panic as she forcefully gripped the man’s wrists and pressed them against her tits. “I’ll call her. I’ll call her,” Barbara sobbed as she increased the speed of her thrusts, hoping that sex would distract him so that she wouldn’t have to betray a friend.

*****

The Next Night

            Dinah Laurel, also known as Black Canary quickly ascended the steps to the clock tower. The woman had given up on the wig and had tied her hair blonde. She was wearing her trademark black fishnet stockings, a pair of blue boots that very much resembled a pirate’s, a black body suit, and her never buttoned blue jacket. Black Canary was delighted to receive a call from Batgirl. She had tried to contact her as well as Huntress and Spoiler earlier in the week, but no one replied. The woman had even turned on the Bat Signal in order to attract Batman, but Chief O’Hara responded by turning it off and saying that Batman was out of town. Before he could leave, the woman asked him why the police were recently so ineffective in stopping crime, leaving the bulk of the work on her shoulders. The man simply grunted and walked away. Now, there was hope as one of Gotham City’s crime fighters had returned in the form of Batgirl.

            “Black Canary,” a faint voice spoke from the shadows of the clock tower.

            “Batgirl?” the blonde woman asked.

            “Yes.”

            “Where are you and where have you been?”

            “I’ve been training.”

            “Training?”

            “Batman has been training me.”

            “Is he back?”

            “Yes.”

            “Great! We need him back on the streets since Gotham City is in total chaos. The police are incompetent and rumor has it that most of the super criminals in Arkhum Asylum have been released. I cannot verify the information since they barred me from me checking the place out.”

            “No need to check the asylum.”

            “Why not?”

            “There is no need.”

            “Why?”

            “There just isn’t a need,” Batgirl panted.

            “Are you okay?”

            “I . . .”

            “Where are you?”

            “Over here.”

            “Where?”

            “Here,” Batgirl moaned.

            The moaning was enough for Black Canary to figure out where the sound was coming from. The woman ran toward the opposite end and stopped dead in her tracks. Right in front of her was Batgirl, only wearing her cowl. She was secured to a wooden frame with her arms and legs spread and secured to the frame by metal cuffs. A large purple vibrator was dangling from her sex and vibrating at a rapid pace. Her nipples were surrounded by small pink vibrators taped onto her body. Standing on the woman’s left, Huntress was busily suckling on her left breast while standing behind her was Spoiler, who was busily fondling her right breast. “What?” Black Canary gasped.

            “I’m sorry,” Batgirl groaned as she saw Batman slip out of the shadows and deliver a violent chop to the back of Black Canary’s neck.

*****

Two Hours Later

            “HMMMMPPPHHTT!” Black Canary screamed into her blue ballgag. The woman was seated on a large black swing hanging in the middle of a birdcage. Her outfit was still on, but a hole had been cut for easy access to her pussy. Her top was also pulled down, popping her breasts out. Her hands were strapped to the sides of the straps while her legs were free. Sweat poured down the sides of the woman’s face as M. Bison pumped his cock in and out of her defenseless pussy. The man could feel the small hairs of her pussy tickling his cock with each thrust. The blonde woman couldn’t believe what was happening as she would occasionally open

her eyes and scan the sides of the cage where she saw Huntress, Spoiler, Catwoman, and Poison Ivy hanging onto the bars, watching the scene unfold inside the cage, licking their lips. But worse yet, Black Canary could see a nude Batgirl inside the cage with her, often stroking the blonde woman’s hair and wet cheeks.

            “It’s okay, Black Canary. It’s okay. M. Bison is your master now,” Batgirl cooed as she continued to stroke the woman’s hair.

            Black Canary turned to Batgirl and shoot daggers at the woman, but had to close her eyes while her head titled backwards as Bison purposely increased the force of his thrusts. “Don’t threaten my little fucktoy like that,” Bison warned before he returned to his normal pace.

            “Don’t fight it, Black Canary,” Batgirl spoke with a heavy heart, trying desperately to hide it. “When the master is done with you, he’s going to let all of us get a shot at your cunt. Soon, you’ll break just like us. Just give in. There will be less pain if you do.”

            Black Canary sobbed as Bison continued to slam into her. She could feel herself being stretched as tears flowed down her face. Her head thrashed from side to side as she screamed repeatedly into her gag. She could hear the steady sound of the flesh slapping together. Worse yet, she could hear the lustful sounds coming from her former friends and she could feel the lustful eyes beading down upon her. The woman wasn’t sure how long she could last or how long Bison could last. Although, the woman never met Bison’s thrusts, the man eventually shot his hot sticky load into her pussy.

            Black Canary thought it was over as Bison pulled out of her. The blonde then saw Batgirl kneel at Bison’s feet where she kissed and sucked on the man’s dick, cleaning the sperm off of it. As her eyes remained glued on the disgusting scene in front of her, the other women entered the cage. Each one was sporting a strap-on dildo. The women made a circle around the trio and waited patiently as Batgirl cleaned Bison’s member and stood up. Without making a sound, Huntress affixed a strap-on dildo around Batgirl’s crotch. With a few tugs, Huntress secured the belt and forced Batgirl to kneel as she placed Batgirl’s mouth next to Black Canary’s sex. Batgirl winced as she began to lick Black Canary’s clit, tasting more of Bison’s salty spunk. Black Canary moaned into her gag. “Stop! Stop!” she begged as the gag muffled it to something totally unrecognizable.

            Batgirl didn’t want to lick the woman’s clit, but she knew she had to. She could hear Huntress whispering into her ear, telling her that she was a good muff diver. Even though Batgirl couldn’t see Black Canary’s face, she hoped that she was enjoying it rather than balling her eyes out. Yet, Batgirl knew that it was probably the latter. After a few minutes, Batgirl’s face was drenched with Black Canary’s juices as the woman screamed into the gag while body trembled.

            A drenched Batgirl was then helped to her feet by Huntress. “Black Canary,” Huntress whispered before she slapped the woman across the face several times. “You were nominated for this fate by Batgirl, who is now going to ram this dildo into your pussy. Feel free to scream as Batgirl does her job. Tell Black Canary what to do, Batgirl,” Huntress spoke to her former friend as Batgirl positioned the dildo.

            “If you don’t do a good job, your father will pay the price,” Catwoman purred into Batgirl’s ear. Batgirl quickly nodded her head.

            “I’m going to stuff this dildo into your pussy! Scream for me, Black Canary! Scream for me as I fuck your pussy raw!” Batgirl screamed as she rammed the dildo into Black Canary’s defenseless pussy. The woman savagely pumped it and out as she saw the amount of anguish plastered on Black Canary’s face. As the woman screamed into her gag, Batgirl saw the other women licking their lips in anticipation. This caused Batgirl to slow down, but a quick slap to her romp from Huntress made her resume the old pace. Thus, Batgirl pumped the dildo in and out of Black Canary’s sex for quite some time.

            Eventually, Bison pulled Batgirl off of Black Canary. He threw Batgirl to the side of the cage, ripped of the dildo and rammed his dick inside her sex. The man fucked her from behind as Batgirl heard the muffled groans from Black Canary start up again. Unknown to the woman, Huntress had rammed her strap-on into Black Canary’s abused pussy. However, Batgirl wasn’t worried about that as she held onto the bars and stared straight into the eyes of her own father. “You did good, Barbara. You betrayed an old friend, but presented Master Bison with a new slave. Good girl. I’m proud of you. Don’t forget, you still have some customers lined up later tonight,” the old man spoke as he patted her on the head.

            “Thanks daddy,” Batgirl moaned as she tried to hide how much those words stung her.

*****

Later

            An exhausted Barbara Gordon laid on her bed. It had been hours since her last customer had left for the night. She had taken her own sperm covered cowl off some time ago as it lay next to her. Her tits, ass, and sex were all raw from the constant sex. She could still feel some of the spunk dribbling out of her pussy and ass. Some would have dripped out of her mouth if she hadn’t swallowed most of it and allowed the remaining amount to dry on her lips. She made no attempt to get up from the bed. Instead, she continued to lay there even when the door opened.

            “Good evening, Barbara,” Bison spoke as he raised her head.

            “Master,” she weakly groaned.

            “I’m going to leave this here with you. You can use it if needed,” Bison spoke as he placed a small purple tin, no larger than a box of cigarettes.

            “What is this for?”

            “It’s the drug that you had earlier. It’s up to you if you want to use it. Juli, Juni, and Cammy will be here if needed.”

            “Needed?”

            “You’ll see in a second. Begin,” Bison ordered as Barbara felt two hands grip her hips. Within seconds, she felt a dick squeeze past her pussy lips and began to pump in and out of her. The man laid on top of her and slammed his dick in and out her with reckless abandon.

            “AHHHH!” Barbara yelped with each thrust as Bison allowed her head to fall back onto the bed. The evil man than began to move a few items before returning to Barbara. That’s when he lifted her head and allowed her to see the five full-length and connected mirrors in front of her that allowed her to see various mirrors placed about the room. This allowed her to see that it was her father lying on top of her, thrusting his member in and out of her.

            “I placed plugs in his ears so he can’t hear a thing. I did tell him that every time you scream, you are actually telling to fuck harder,” Bison smiled. “Now, I know you don’t want your father to fuck you, but you better get use to it. You can watch the mirrors to get a good view from all angles. I’m not sure if you really want to see his pale ass like that though,” Bison smiled as he pointed at one of the mirrors.

            “Please,” Barbara sobbed as she felt her father increase the speed of his thrusts.

            “Remember Barbara, it’s how fast you climax that extends the life of these sessions. The faster you climax, the sooner it stops. Except from now on, it’s going to be three orgasms from you before he can stop. If you don’t reach three, you better pray that his heart doesn’t quit.”

            “Please Bison . . . I’ll . . .”

            “You’ll shut up and do what I want,” Bison snarled. “This is what I want. You should have thought things through before you decided to disobey my orders. Regardless, Batman has fallen and your friend, Black Canary is a pretty damn good fuck. Her pussy is very tight. Although I can’t be sure on how long that lasts. Remember three orgasms,” Bison spoke as he left the room only to have Juni, Juli, and Cammy enter the room.

            “Ohhhh,” Commissioner Gordon groaned as his hands gripped the seats beneath him. The man was trying his hardest to keep up his frantic, but he was slowing down. Worse yet, his breathing began incredibly labored as he struggled for breath.

            “If he dies, the nightmare would end,” Barbara mused to herself as she heard him grunt. The grunt brought her back to her senses as she admonished herself for a such a thought.

            “Uhhhhggg,” the old man groaned again.

            With tears in her eyes, Barbara Gordon slowly opened the tin and remembered that both Joker and Bison had told her that the drug was incredibly addictive. Thus, she closed the tin and glanced back at the mirror. She saw the look of anguish on her father’s pale face. Barbara couldn’t bear it as she gripped the man’s hands and slipped it under her body. There, she planted them on her tits and slowly moved her legs. Then she bucked her hips to meet his thrusts as a little bit of color returned to her father’s face. That’s when she released his hands and opened the tin back up. The woman took one last look at her father’s face before taking a pill out of the tin. She then closed it and popped the pill into her mouth, hoping that he could last just a few more minutes.



*****

A Week Later

            “OH YES!! YES!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARDER!!” Batgirl screamed as she was on all fours and getting her sex fucked from behind by her own father, who was wearing a black hood over his head. A disheveled Black Canary sat in front of the pair as Huntress and Spoiler stood beside the woman. The blonde bombshell no longer had a gag in her mouth since she had screamed herself hoarse. However, her hands were cuffed behind the back of the chair. On many occasions, she tried to pull her head away from the sight only to have Huntress force her head back toward the scene. Black Canary had no idea that both participants had been instructed on how to perform. Nor was she privy to the identify of the man wearing the hood.

            “You know who Batgirl is, don’t you?” M. Bison asked as he stepped into the room and stood between Black Canary and Batgirl. “If you don’t, you’ll know now. She’s Barbara Gordon,” the man spoke as he tore off the cowl. Batgirl didn’t even flinch as she continued to scream, begging her fucker to thrust harder. Black Canary gulped as she sucked in a deep breath of air. All she could see was the amount of lust plastered on the woman’s face. She had no idea that she had swallowed an addictive narcotic a few minutes prior to Black Canary’s arrival. In fact, Barbara Gordon would actually request the drug whenever her father was fucking her so that she wouldn’t have to deal with that fact.

            “Would you like to know who is fucking her?” Huntress asked as Bison moved behind the hooded man.

            “It’s her father, Commissioner Gordon,” Bison laughed as he tore of the hood.

            Black Canary gulped as she saw the old man fucking his own daughter. The woman knew that Barbara Gordon had done almost everything in her power to hide the truth from her father, but now she was fucking him. “It has to be a trick. It has to be,” Black Canary reasoned to herself as she watched the carnal scene in front of her eyes.

            “Just so you know, Barbara likes it,” Bison spoke as he turned on the screen on the wall behind the old man.

            Black Canary saw Batgirl dancing on stage and then becoming blindfolded. She then saw him fucking Commissioner Gordon. She watched the whole scene unfold as the video stopped just prior to when the old man suffered a heart attack when he discovered that he was fucking his daughter. The scene quickly changed to Batgirl dancing on stage as the old man took customer orders down. Black Canary could hear every word as they escaped the old man’s mouth. The next scene that followed was the first night that Batgirl was fed the drug. She watched in horror as Batgirl pounced on the old man repeatedly and had to be restrained. “OH LORD!” Black Canary’s mind screamed as she became paralyzed by fear.

            “It’s only a matter of time before you break too,” Bison smiled as he walked over to the woman, bent forward, and titled her chin with his hand so that she could stare him dead in the eyes. The blonde gulped as she struggled with those words.

*****

A Week Later

            Barbara Gordon stood in front of the mirror as she oiled her increasing tits. They were firm yet sensitive to the touch. As she oiled up her tits, her father was busy moving behind her, organizing her numerous closets. The old man was busy organizing her sexy nurse costumes, French maid costumes, harem girl costumes, and various Batgirl costumes. He had finished organizing her high heels, boots, corsets, stockings, latex club wear, and various dresses with slits on the sides, some as high as her waist. He tried not to look at his daughter as she prepared for her only customer of the night. Tonight was different as the customer wanted her to dress in a specific outfit. Thus, Commissioner Gordon was busy locating the outfits and laying them out.

            Barbara Gordon could catch glimpses of her father in the background with various things in his arms. The young woman tried not to remember the various shopping trips that she went with her father. The salespeople instantly recognized her as Barbara Gordon and her father as Commissioner Gordon. The first time, the pair acted out a scripted event as Commissioner Gordon chose very conservative outfits before leaving. Once he left, Barbara would ask for the more extreme stuff. Joker had sent them to a very special store. The front of the store that everyone got to see was a regular boutique with elegant dresses and outfits. However, a porn shop with risque and exotic clothing was one floor below. The salesperson was reluctant to let her down there and had to call a supervisor, who denied of such a room until Barbara slipped him a note that was signed by Joker. He then took her downstairs where she purchased her new slutty attire and modeled them for the man. After a while, they returned to the ground floor just moments before her dad arrived. She then paid for the items and the owner promised delivery thinking that Commissioner Gordon had no idea what his daughter really bought. The whole entire act had been replayed over and over again with Barbara obtaining whips, cuffs, collars, and various other accessories. In the end, she even fucked the owner in the dressing rooms. Worse yet, she would see him in the crowd while she performed on stage as Batgirl.

            “Here you go,” Commissioner Gordon spoke as he placed one hand on Barbara’s shoulder and handed her a dog collar.

            “Thank you, daddy,” Barbara replied as she took it from him, not daring to look at him.

            “I’ll wait outside for you,” the old man spoke as he left the room with his head hung in defeat. Barbara quickly turned her gaze away from the sad figure walking out of her room. She didn’t want to see the shame in his eyes. The young woman did all she could to prevent herself from crying as she began to dress herself into the requested outfit.

*****

Ten Minutes Later

            “Come in,” Joker spoke as he sat up in his bed with his hands behind his head and a huge smile plastered on his face.

            “I present to you, Batgirl,” Commissioner Gordon spoke as he entered the room holding a chain. Entering the room behind him was his daughter dressed in a very special Batgirl outfit, walking on all fours.

            “You may rise, bitch,” Joker ordered.

            “Yes sir,” Batgirl spoke meekly as she rose to her feet and stood in her infamous pose, hands on hips and legs spread. This gave Joker a better view of her outfit. Barbara’s current outfit consisted of her cowl and wig plus two leather black pastie bats, which covered her nipples. Each bat had a small O-ring in the center. She also wore a black dog collar with a D-ring on the front. There was a chain each from the bats to her collar, where they connected to the long chain currently in Commissioner’s Gordon’s hands. She also wore a purple micro-thong with a black bat on the front. Her arms were covered in purple silk opera gloves that went pass her elbows while her feet were adorned in clear platforms with six inched heels and tinge of purple to them.

            “Bring her here so she can do what she was created for,” Joker spoke as he patted the bed with his left hand as he tossed the covers off with his right.

            Commissioner Gordon said nothing as he tugged on the chain and led his own daughter toward the bed. He heard his daughter groan as he tug on the chain. Within a few short seconds, Batgirl was on the bed between Joker’s legs. The old man simply didn’t look down since Joker was naked. However, he did hear Batgirl slurping away at Joker’s dick. The slurping eventually stopped as he heard his own daughter’s muffled grunts. He knew that she had taken Joker’s dick in her mouth where her tongue continued to lick the bottom of his dick. The old man knew it because she had done it to him several times as he told her what a good girl she was in front of M. Bison. Commissioner Gordon wasn’t watching, but he could see the scene unfold in his mind. He could see her cheeks puffed out as she bobbed her head. Up and down. Up and down. He could picture it all. “Bastard,” his mind growled.

            “Your tits have gotten bigger. Tell me, Commissioner Gordon . . . have you been injecting her tits?” Joker asked.

            “Yes,” the man replied, trying not cry.

            “Your voice seems to be cracking a bit. You’ve been giving her the shots on a daily basis?”

            “Yes.”

            “In the tits?”

            “Yes.”

            “How about the mouth?”

            “What?”

            “Have you shot your load into her mouth?”

            “Yes.”

            “How about her ass?”

            “Yes.”

            “And her cunt?”

            “Yes.”

            “Wow. You are a loving family, aren’t you?”

            “I love her,” Commissioner Gordon gulped.

            “That’s good to hear,” Joker spoke as he raised Batgirl’s head off of his dick. Without saying a thing, Batgirl quickly moved into position. She moved further up Joker’s body and slipped his erect member into her dripping sex, easily pushing the fabric aside. It slid in easily as she began to ride him while her tits jiggled just mere inches from his face. Batgirl looked Joker in his eyes as her hands were placed next to his head in order to keep from falling onto him. Joker’s hands gripped her hips and enjoyed the show; Commissioner Gordon wasn’t. But the old man couldn’t look away now. His agreement with Bison and Joker was that he would cooperate with all of their plans in exchange, they wouldn’t kill his daughter. And even though it pained him to see her like this, it was better than death especially since he still held on, hoping that she would find a way to escape.

            “FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT THAT I AM!” Batgirl yelled as the words came out her mouth naturally. She was so busy riding Joker that she didn’t see him nod at her father. Of course, she didn’t see or hear him stripping either. She did hear the bed creak a little, but thought nothing of it, but she realized what was happening when an extra set of hands gripped her hips while a dick was thrust into her ass. The woman jerked forward as she begged Joker with her eyes while her father began to thrust into her ass.

            Joker’s hands released Batgirl’s body and slipped behind the pillow. He pulled out the small purple tin and dumped its contents onto his chest. Batgirl could see that the pill that she normally took had been crushed into powder and was now on Joker’s chest in clumps. “If you want your pill, you better lick it up now before my sweat washes it away,” Joker whispered.

            Barbara Gordon could feel her body shake as she thought of the powder rolling off of Joker’s body. Her body craved it now. It was no longer something that she just took in order to reach climaxes to spare her father. Without saying a word, the woman lowered her head and began to lick the powder of Joker’s chest. Her body quivered slightly as a huge smile appeared on her face as the drug began to flow through her blood.

            Commissioner Gordon watched the scene unfold before him. He didn’t know that his daughter was licking drugs off of Joker’s chest. Nor did he know that she took drugs when fucking him. All he could see was that his daughter was licking Joker’s chest as she fucked with even more energy. This caused the tears to flow as the old man could no longer hold back his tears and sobbed aloud. In fact, a hot blast of sperm was quick to follow. At that moment, he heard Joker moan loudly as his body shook. Unknown to the old man, his daughter was about to enter a new phase of her life.

*****

Nine Months Later

            Barbara Gordon sat naked in a chair. The woman looked down at her stomach, which was rather large. She knew she was pregnant, but worse yet, she knew Joker was the father. Her body ached as she needed a fix of the drug that had been given for her on a nightly basis for so long. Her breasts were bigger and the woman was sweating profusely. There was a large mirror in front of her, which allowed her to see all the straps that kept her secured to the chair. There was also a few TV sets next to the mirror that would occasionally spring to life and show her videos of the past few months where she serviced numerous customers. Of course, it also showed her video of her with M. Bison, her own father, and Joker on that fateful night. The there were videos where she performed with Huntress, Spoiler, Catwoman, and even Black Canary. As she watched, her pussy was leaking profusely and when her own father appeared on the screen, her body would quiver as her body desired another hit of the drug.

            “Good afternoon, Barbara,” Black Canary spoke as she entered the room with a tray of food.

            “Help me,” Barbara spoke as her voice shook.

            Black Canary placed the tray on a table next to shaking woman. She then stepped in front of the woman and felt her forehead. “You have a slight temperature today. Eat up and try to stay healthy,” the woman spoke as she lifted her hand from Barbara’s head.

            “You’re not wearing any clothes.”

            “I haven’t worn clothes for weeks. Master Bison has been fucking me quite a lot lately. You were right about how much I would enjoy my new life,” Black Canary smiled as she planted a kiss on Barbara’s quivering lips. “I really do enjoy it. I’m sure you have heard me at night.”

            “I’m sorry.”

            “Don’t be sorry, Barbara. I like it like this. Now, drink this,” Black Canary spoke as she picked up a cup and placed it at Barbara’s lips. A thirsty and hungry Barbara Gordon, quickly drank the contents of the drink. She was pleased by the taste of the mixed fruits in the drink. By the time Black Canary pulled the cup away, Barbara Gordon was busily licking her lips. “Better?”

            “Better,” Barbara panted.

            “Do you want more?”

            “I need the drug.”

            “You can’t have that when you’re pregnant.”

            “I need it.”

            “You can’t have any,” a fatherly voice spoke from behind Barbara.

            “Daddy,” gasped the woman.

            “Don’t jeopardize the baby,” Commissioner Gordon spoke as he rubbed Barbara’s shoulders. “Promise me that you’ll be a good mother and keep the baby safe.”

            “I promise daddy.”

            “We have to go, Commissioner Gordon,” Black Canary spoke.

            “Where are you going?”

            “I have to perform on stage to cover for you. You should see what people want to do to Batgirl since her absence from the stage. It appears that everyone wants a piece of you since you stopped dancing.”

            “I have to go honey.”

            “Bye daddy,” Barbara spoke as her father planted a kiss on her forehead. As the door closed behind her, the woman heard her father asked Black Canary about what drug was Barbara was addicted to and how that happened. When the door closed, Barbara sobbed uncontrollably as she realized that she had sunk further in her father’s eyes.

*****

Four Months Later

            “One hundred,” Barbara panted as she stopped with the jumping jacks. The woman had given birth to two twin girls three months ago and had been placed on a strict exercise regiment consisting of pushups, sit-ups, pull-ups, aerobics, and numerous leg exercises. She also did stretching and yoga. The sweaty woman made her way to her bed where there was a baby crib on each side. She pulled one of the babies out of the crib and sat down on her bed. She leaned up against the wall and pressed the baby gently against her heaving breasts. The baby instinctively began to suck on her nipple and drank her milk.

            “I’m sure there are numerous people that want to do that with you,” Joker laughed as he stood by the door.

            “”Please Joker . . . not now . . . it’s their feeding time,” Barbara pleaded, trying to keep her voice down and her emotions in check.

            “I’m not going to deprive those babies of their meal. If I did that, Bison would have my head. However, I do want to watch as my daughters drink their fill,” Joker spoke as he entered the room as Barbara Gordon calmed down and returned her attention to feeding the babies. When she was done with the current one, she burped her and placed her gently back into the crib. There she tucked the baby in and got the other one out. The baby began to feed immediately as Barbara relaxed on her bed. Once again, she burped the baby before placing her back into the crib after the young one had drank her fill. Except this time around, Joker flung her back onto the bed after she tucked the baby in. “Joker . . . they’re sleeping,” Barbara begged.

            “I have a way to quiet you down,” Joker whispered as he pulled a purple ball-gag from his pockets. “This is a special gag. Inside the gag is a huge ball of the drug that you crave. I’m sure you haven’t had any in a while. In fact, I’ve only given you small doses since their birth. Anyway, there are little holes that will allow your saliva to enter the gag. Your spit will slowly melt the ball allowing the drug to fall into your mouth where you can swallow or gulp it down. If you don’t want the drug, I can just leave.”

            “Fuck me,” Barbara whispered back as she reached up for the gag and placed it in her mouth. The woman even took care of securing it around her head while Joker disrobed. Once Joker was naked, he thrust his dick inside Batgirl’s sex as the woman sucked on the gag trying to get to the drug.

            “No,” Commissioner Gordon gasped as he watched the scene from the opened doorway. At that moment, the man knew what he had to do even if he had to suffer the consequences alone.

*****

A Week Later

            “How long have you been addicted to drugs?” Commissioner Gordon asked his daughter, Barbara Gordon, who was naked with her back pressed against his chest.

            “Almost a full year,” Barbara moaned as she felt her father’s fingers dart in and out of her dripping sex.

            “Well . . . don’t take anymore. You understand?”

            “I . . . I . . .” Barbara stammered, trying to find the words to explain to her own father.

            “You have to take it? Is it because you don’t want me to fuck you?”

            “No . . . that’s . . . that’s not it.”

            “Is it because Bison has threatened you in some manner?”

            “Well . . . he . . .”

            “Barbara honey, you have to tell me.”

            “He didn’t threaten me. He threatened to kill you if I didn’t cooperate. I couldn’t allow that to happen.”

            “What about the drugs?”

            “It makes me climax faster. I saw that you were laboring and I had to climax before your heart gave out,” Barbara softly cried.

            “Barbara . . . Bison placed me in the Psycho Chamber, but he didn’t keep me in there for very long. He’s been buying my loyalty by threatening me with your well being. He said if I didn’t obey him, he would kill you. I didn’t want that to happen. That’s why I had to . . .” Commissioner Gordon paused, finding it difficult say what he had done to his own daughter.

            “I understand, daddy. But you have to let me take the drug so we can get this session over with.”

            “No Barbara. You aren’t taking the drug. I have a car waiting in the alleyway above. It’s an unmarked car that I borrowed from the parking lot of the club. There’s some clothes, some baby products, and cash inside. You’re going to take the twins and escape in that car. Get as far away from Gotham City as you can.”

            “What about you?”

            “Don’t worry about me. I’m an old man and I lived a good life.”

            “He’ll kill you if I leave,” Barbara sobbed as tears streamed down her face.

            “I’ll die if you stay. I can’t bear watching you doing all this. And those twins . . . I can’t have them growing up with conditions like these.”

            “Daddy . . . please . . . I can take all this.”

            “It’s okay Barbara. You’re stronger than me. You might be able to take this, but I can’t. Get out of here and rebuild your life.”

            “But . . .”

            “Remember when you promised me that you’ll be a good mother and keep the baby safe?”

            “Yes.”

            “Well, you’re the mother of twins now, which means you should work doubly hard to keep that promise.”

            “I . . .”

            “Joker and Bison have sentries at every road out of the city. The change guards in about an hour. It will take you about that time to escape.”

            “But . . .”

            “You have over an hour before you’re suppose to entertain customers.”

            “We can take the kids out of the room and stay out of the videotape areas. You’ll be in the car in no time and you’ll be able to slip by when they change guards.”

            “I can’t . . .”

            “You have to do this . . . you have to do this for the twins . . . you have to do this for me.”

            “I . . .”

            “I love you, Barbara and I can’t see you like this. Even if I don’t die of a heart attack, my heart will fail me if I see you like this for much longer,” the old man pleaded as Barbara slowly slid away from him. She then turned and looked into his teary eyes. His eyes were red and puffy just like hers. Reluctantly, Barbara nodded as both of them collected the twins and left the room.



*****

Three Months Later

            Barbara Gordon grunted as she gripped the sides of the dirty mattress. A man was busy pumping his dick in and out of her abused sex as she pulled him close with her legs. The man dipped his head down and began to suck milk from her fat tits. Barbara grunted beneath him as she felt his teeth gnashed her nipples. Eventually, the woman felt the man spasm as he shot his load into her before falling on top of her, panting for breath. Barbara was panting for breath as her heads released the mattress and readjusted the Zorro mask that covered her eyes. “Thank goodness! It’s still on!” the woman sighed to herself in relief.

            After a few minutes, the man staggered to his feet and made his way to a wooden chair to collect his pants. The man slowly got dressed and dug out a wad of cash from his pockets. “Here ya go,” the man spoke as he tossed the onto Barbara’s sweaty body. Then he staggered to the door and left.

            Barbara slowly collected the money before sitting up. “Fifty bucks. That’s enough for baby formula,” she sighed as slowly got up and made her way to the door, where she closed and locked it. She then staggered toward a small dresser, where she opened a music box and placed the money into the box before closing it. The woman had a few hundred dollars in the box after a night’s work. That would provide a week of food for her babies. The woman quickly dressed in a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a pair of boots. She then collected the music box and left the room through another door.

            Barbara closed the door behind her and locked it. She then traveled down a long corridor before coming to a staircase. She then descended the stairs and exited through a metal that was always ajar. Barbara didn’t even bother closing it as she made her way through a maze of back alleyways. She walked past all the ripped open garbage bags and the occasional scurrying rat. After a while, she came upon a metal door. She glanced around to see if there was anyone present. Since she didn’t spot anyone, she unlocked the door and quickly got inside, where she locked the door.

            Once inside, she made walked over to two cribs and saw that the twins were still asleep. “Such beautiful angels,” Barbara smiled to herself as she placed the music box on the floor. Then she disrobed as she went to the bathroom to take a shower. As she showered, she relished the thought that she had enough money to rent this small apartment and the other bedroom. This way, she was able to earn money without her kids hearing or seeing it. She was just happy that the babies were able to sleep so long. Barbara knew that this arrangement couldn’t last since the babies would eventually sleep less and demand more of her time. However, she was quite content with the current routine.

            Barbara spent an incredibly long time in the shower. She always spent a long time in the shower after her customers’ ravaged her. Even though she took long showers, she was never able to wash the shame or guilt off. She knew that her father wanted her to escape Gotham City. However, she was unable to leave the city as the guards never switched that night. Not wanting to be spotted, she drove to the docks and lived out of the car for a few days before locating this apartment. She gave the landlord a fake name, but the man didn’t really care since she paid in cash. In fact, she paid him for six months in advance. Barbara did read a newspaper a couple of days after her escape and discovered an article that said that Commissioner Gordon had fallen and broke his legs. There was even a picture of him in a wheelchair. Barbara instantly knew that he hadn’t fallen and injured himself. She knew that someone had broken his legs. Barbara wanted to avenge her father, but she had to protect the twins first. If she failed, then the twins were all alone. However, ever since that day, Barbara never bothered to buy another newspaper again, knowing that the news would just be worse. The woman tried to shake those thoughts out of her mind as she wrapped herself in a towel.

            “Took you long enough to finish your shower,” a male voice spoke from the shadows as Barbara entered the room.

            “JOKER!” Barbara gasped.

            “Correct,” the man spoke as he stepped out of the shadow with a pistol in his hand, pointed directly at Barbara.

            “How?”

            “You thought you were so smart to have two places. As it turns out, my daughters did cry while you were away. Crying babies do attract attention.”

            “The babies!” Barbara gasped as she turned her attention to the cribs and found them empty.

            “Don’t worry. The babies have been moved to the car. It was smart of your father to steal an old car. Turns out there was no record of its registration. It made it hard to track it, but when you pay people for information, the truth eventually comes out. Now don’t dawdle! Bison wants to see you. Especially since your father passed a few months ago,” Joker spoke as he motioned the woman to the door.

            Barbara Gordon didn’t even bother to ask if she could dress. The news of her father knocked her fighting spirit from her. She knew she was beat. Thus, she walked out the door, where Joker had parked the car. The woman saw her kids strapped into their baby seats. She saw them resting peacefully, dreaming of some far away land. Barbara couldn’t return to Bison especially after her father’s sacrifice. The woman quickly darted into the car and locked the doors as Joker pounded on the side. Barbara breathed a huge sigh of relief as she started to car and drove off without Joker firing a single shot.

            The good fortune didn’t last as Barbara hit the road and noticed a car following behind her. The car was rapidly approaching. Within seconds, a wild chase ensued. Unfortunately for Barbara, her old car wasn’t built for high speeds and she lost control of the car. The car crashed into a factory wall head-on, ending the chase.

*****

Six Months Later

            “Looks like someone is waking up,” a male voice spoke as a groggy Barbara Gordon opened her eyes before they closed again. Her eyelids continued to flutter for some time before she opened them and kept them open. Even with her eyes opened, it took several minutes before she could focus. During that time, she saw a huge red blur standing over her. Eventually, she focused and saw that it was M. Bison.

            “I . . .”

            “Don’t say a word. Listen and listen good,” Bison snarled. “You’ve been in a coma for six months now. Your legs are broken and you suffered some internal injuries. Luckily, the doctors were able to save your pathetic life. Most of the internal injuries have healed while you were asleep. Your legs will heal with time. As for your twins, Joker secured them to the car seats so they suffered zero injuries. They were jolted awake, but they’re not traumatized at all,” Bison spoke as a wave of relief washed over Barbara, knowing that her kids were safe. But then the dread returned as she realized what was happening.

            “I . . .”

            “I told you not to speak,” Bison snarled as he watched a tear escape from the woman’s eyes. “As I was saying, the kids are safe. However, their safety rests upon you. Although Joker is the father, I’m going to guess that when they grow up, they will have long sexy legs like you. Perhaps they will even be as beautiful as you. If that is the case, I definitely want to add them to my collection. However, if they don’t make it that far, I can always replace them by using Huntress, Spoiler, Black Canary, Catwoman, or Poison Ivy. As it turns out, my Psycho Chamber has terminated her poisonous fluids. But either one of them can pop out a kid. So Barbara, you have a choice. You either cooperate and teach your two daughters exactly what they need to know to please me or you can watch them die. There’s two of them so I can always kill one and raise the other any way I want if you disobey me. That’s you choice. Serve me, my little slut and train your daughters to be perfect whores or watch them die before your eyes and then live knowing that they died because of you,” Bison spoke as Barbara stared at him for several long minutes.

            “I . . .”

            “Before you reply, think about your response. Your father betrayed me and received a bullet in the spine. He lived in a wheelchair that seemed to find its way down long flights of stairs. He ate out of a tube until his muscles degenerated. I thought about keeping him alive, but we showed him a tape of yourself fucking slobs inside a small room. It turns out that he thought you escaped. Well, the video of you fucking slobs didn’t agree with him. In the end, he threw himself down a flight of stairs. Needless to say, he’s dead now,” Bison spoke as Barbara sobbed uncontrollably. “Also, you agreed to serve me and betrayed me twice. But a sexy body like yours shouldn’t be wasted. Now . . . if you disobey me in any shape of form, or fail to do something in a given time frame, I will not hesitate to kill your daughters!”

            “NO! I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! JUST DON’T HURT THEM!” Barbara screamed.

            “Really?”

            “I swear.”

            “You lied twice already.”

            “I promise to obey.”

            “Why should I believe you?”

            “Those babies are the only thing that I have left. I don’t want them to die. I promised my dad that I would keep them safe. If I train them, they have to become your private whores.”

            “You want them to serve me exclusively?”

            “Please.”

            “Intriguing idea. I might just honor it.”

            “Please Bison.”

            “I’ll think about it. However, I don’t know if you’re going to be loyal.”

            “Fuck me then.”

            “Now?”

            “Yes. Fuck me right now.”

            “You can’t use your legs.”

            “Does it matter? I’m just a piece of meat that is only good for fucking,” Barbara spoke, holding back her tears.

            “This is your last chance then,” Bison spoke as gingerly lifted Barbara off the bed and placed her in a wheelchair.

            “Can I see my daughters?” Barbara asked as Bison began to push the chair.

            “Sure. They can see mommy sitting in the grandfather’s wheelchair,” Bison spoke as tears poured out of Barbara’s eyes yet again. She couldn’t believe the fact that Bison would put her in her father’s chair, the same one that he used to kill himself. However, it was enough to prove that Bison was a sick man. She knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her daughters. Thus, she had to train them and train them well to fulfill a promise. She had to protect her babies. And the only way to do that was to train them properly. That way, she could at least keep the promise she made to her father. There was no escape now for her. This was her life.

*****

Twenty Years Later

            “Hold still now,” Barbara Gordon spoke softly as she began to apply makeup to her twin daughters. She started with the fingernails. Each daughter stuck out their right hand as Barbara applied bright red nail polish on their well manicured two inched nails. Once she was done, she repeated the process with their left hands. Then came the thick coat of mascara, followed by heavy eyeshadow, eyeliner, and shiny red lipstick for their lips, sealed by some lip gloss. She then applied some perfume to their bodies before adding a bit of red rouge to their nipples. With their makeup done, it was now time to dress.

            Barbara Gordon made her way to the dresser and pulled out the outfits. She hand each one to her twin daughters. The young women quickly got dressed and stood before their nude mother. “You look lovely,” Barbara gushed proudly as she smiled at the twins. Each one was wearing nothing more than a red garter-belt, red thigh-high stockings, and red heels with six inched heels. Barbara didn’t hesitate as she made her way to a drawer, where she picked up some accessories and passed them on. The woman picked up so many items that she had to make two trips. However, her daughters said nothing as they attached the accessories to themselves.

            “How do we look, mother?” the twins asked in perfect unison.

            “You look great,” Barbara replied as she saw the silver heart earrings dangling from their ears. Of course, there was the diamond choker around their necks that had the word, Slut, in large diamond letters. They also had red anklets and wrist cuffs, which matched their red gauntlets with silver hook-and-eye closures on their arms between their wrists and elbows.

            “I do hope our master likes this look,” both of them said in unison as they walked over to a large full length mirror.

            “He’ll like this more,” Barbara cooed as she stood behind her daughters. Her hands snaked between their legs and began to finger their pussies. She saw them close their eyes as they moaned loudly. After a few minutes, a steady trail of pussy juice streamed down their legs. Barbara didn’t want them to climax, but couldn’t take her eyes off of their heaving tits. They were not as large as hers, but they were firm and a bit larger than her own back in the day before all the injections. However, she trained them to be the best and shaved them on a regular basis while allowing their raven black hair to grow past their shoulders and halfway down their spine. It took several shakes of her head to pull her out of her stupor as she stopped fingering her daughters.

            “You’re all wet, mother,” the twins giggled as they saw the pool beneath Barbara.

            “I want you to satisfy your master tonight. Don’t screw up. Do this right and you will both be well taken care of,” Barbara spoke as the door opened behind.

            “Are they ready?” Huntress asked as she stood in the doorway, wearing her old crime fighting outfit.

            “They are,” Barbara replied.

            “Follow me girls. Your mother will be along shortly,” Huntress spoke as she lead the two twenty-year old women out the door.

            Barbara Gordon watched as the door closed behind them. She knew that in a few minutes, they would share the bed of M. Bison. The former crime fighter had spent the last twenty year trying to fulfill the promise that she made to her father. She promised to protect her daughters and since her choices were limited, she simply complied with Bison’s wishes. Barbara knew she couldn’t do that with a pair of broken legs, so she worked hard in hopes of healing her legs. Even though her legs healed, her old spirit did not. Instead, the only fight that she had was used to block out the pain of her injuries and degradation of her customers that she still had to satisfy once she recuperated. Under the watchful eye of Joker, the father of the twins, Barbara told them how to walk, dance, dress, and groom themselves. She made them subservient, obeying others and putting their needs last. Once they hit their teen years, she allowed them to watch videos of her satisfying customers. She then slowly moved them to videos of her with Commissioner Gordon, her father and their grandfather. Then she showed them videos of her fucking other females before she showed them the videos of her fucking Joker and Bison. Multiple partners and mixed multiple partners were next. She would have the twins critique them and have them select their own favorites to watch again and again. Barbara remembered how engrossed they were whenever Chun Li appeared on the videos. The Chinese woman had been completely broken by Joker and the drugs. She only thought about sex and allowed Joker to treat her like a dog. Barbara pushed the image of a collared and drooling Chun Li out of her mind as she hoped that her daughters would satisfy Bison and avoid the fate that was now hers. She didn’t want the regular thugs of Gotham City touching them and she didn’t want them to be addicted to drugs either. “Please be acceptable. Please be acceptable,” the woman sobbed as someone knocked on the door.

*****

Three Hours Later

            Barbara Gordon was escorted into the room by Huntress and Black Canary. The woman walked gingerly into Bison’s bedroom and saw her own daughters on the bed with Bison, panting for breath. One was just lying there with jism dripping out of her cunt and asshole. The other twin was still riding Bison’s cock as she joyfully yelped with each forceful thrust while her head whipped wildy to and throe. “They have great stamina,” Huntress whispered to Barbara as the three women watched. Yet, Barbara’s daughter only took a few more seconds before she climaxed and fell on top of Bison. The man pushed the hair out of her face and kissed her gently on the lips.

            While Bison kissed the twin, who was still on his cock, the other one slipped off the bed and walked toward her mother. The young woman rammed her fingers between Barbara’s legs and began to pump two fingers in and out of her sex. She was preparing Barbara much like she had done earlier for her. As she pumped her fingers, Huntress and Black Canary continued to move Barbara toward the bed. “We’ve brought her, master,” Huntress spoke as they stood next to the bed.

            “Go help mommy,” Bison spoke as the twin lying on top of him nodded and slid off his chest. Before she slipped off the bed, she tapped her twin, who was lying on the bed. The other woman nodded and both of them got off the bed.

            “We can handle this,” the twins spoke as Huntress and Black Canary stepped away. The twins slipped their arms around their mother’s and moved her toward the bed. As all three stood in front of the bed, the twins buried their free hand’s finger’s into Barbara’s sex and were busy toying with her clit.

            Bison stared at the moaning Barbara Gordon. The woman was wearing purple big diamond net thigh-high stockings. She also wore black knee boots with an eight inch stiletto heel. The books were front lacing with a side zipper. She also wore a purple leather dog collar

with three O-rings in front and silver spikes protruding out of the leather collar. Barbara’s hair had been dyed permanently red, which meant that she no longer needed a wig. And even though Bison couldn’t see it at the moment, her long red hair stretched all the way down her spine and a few inches passed her buttocks.   The woman also sported a pair of thirty-two G tits with a twenty-three inch waist, thanks to all the back braces, corsets, and waist cinchers that she had to wear after her accident. Her face was covered in a heavy layer of foundation. Her eyebrows were as long and as dark as night. There was a layer of dark purple eyeshadow in the area beneath her eyebrows. She also wore purple eyeliner. Her lips were covered with a layer of midnight purple lipstick, which had a clear, wet-gloss applied on top of it. Both were outlined by black lip-liner. Finally, there was the final accessory that would never come off. Barbara now had a smaller bat logo from her old costume tattooed permanently on her chest, above her large tits and below her throat. “Interesting,” Bison smiled.

            “We thought you would like it. We had her dress this way for you,” the twins spoke as they helped Barbara to her knees.

            Bison immediately slid off the bed and stood before Barbara Gordon. The redhead didn’t say a word as she gently flicked her tongue at the head of Bison’s cock. Slowly, she used more and more tongue. Soon, she was licking it while her tongue slowly pulled the dick into her mouth, inch by inch. With less than half of his dick in her mouth, Barbara began to snake her tongue all over the portion in her mouth as she used her lips to move more of his cock into her mouth. The twins placed both of their hands on Barbara’s head and forced her to bob up and down on the cock. Barbara did nothing to resist them as her hands played with her large tits. Soon, Barbara’s slurping and moaning filled the room. “You have improved, my sexy little pet,” Bison cooed as he patted her on the head.

            Barbara said nothing as she looked up with her eyes and never broke eye contact as she continued to slide Bison’s manhood in and out of her mouth. Her constant moaning was stifled by Bison’s cock. However, a muffled moan would escape from Barbara’s mouth as she slid her lips to the head of his member. Then without warning, Barbara began to pump her head incredibly fast, filling the room with her moans yet again. She was only able to keep it up for about a minute before she allowed Bison’s cock to spring from her panting mouth. The woman then jerked Bison’s member with her hand a few times before he slapped her hands away. “No hands,” Bison panted as he pulled her hands away from his dick.

            Barbara Gordon then wrapped her lips around Bison’s cock and began to bob her head up and down yet again. This time, Bison reached down and played with her large tits. He could feel how firm they were and had trouble closing his hands completely around them. That gave him an idea as he unceremoniously pulled his dick out of Barbara’s mouth. “Wrap your tits around my cock,” Bison ordered.

            A panting Barbara Gordon nodded as she gripped the sides of her tits and squeezed them around Bison’s dick. He pistoned his cock back and forth as Barbara flicked her tongue at the head of the cock whenever it popped out. Within seconds, Bison gripped the sides of Barbara’s large tits and pushed them even harder against his prick. By now, both of them were panting as Bison’s sperm began to dribble down the sides of Barbara’s mouth. Of course, her tits were slick with Bison’s sperm as some dribbled from his dick. A few seconds passed as some more splashed onto her tits and throat.

            “We have a surprise for you, master,” the twins spoke as they placed their hands on Bison’s shoulders.

            Without saying a word, Bison released Barbara’s tits and climbed back onto the bed. He laid on his back as the twins helped Barbara to her feet. They then helped her onto the bed, where she turned her back to Bison, allowing him to see her long red hair while the twins helped position Barbara. Once she was in position, the twins tapped her on the sides. Barbara then impaled herself on Bison’s cock and moaned loudly as he entered her. She rode him while her dripping pussy leaked all over him. The twins slowly parted the red hair that covered her ass, revealing some new tattoos. Bison’s insignia was still on Barbara’s right buttock, but right above it were the words, Property of, in hot pink. On her left buttock was the word, Batslut, written in the same colors of her bat logo. The twins didn’t stop there as they continued to part the hair, working their way up to her neck. Bison slowly got a peek at the large tattoo on Barbara’s back and smiled as more and more was revealed. In the end, Bison saw a large very detailed and life-like tattoo of a nude Barbara Gordon standing in front of Commissioner Gordon, who had his right hand pumping inside her dripping sex while his left hand gripped her left breast. The look on Barbara’s face was priceless as the Weasel covered her face with a mask of lust. When Barbara received the tattoo, she was beside herself with pain. Then when she saw it, she sobbed uncontrollably in grief, not believing that her old kids would do that to her. But then she saw the happy look on her daughters’ faces, she simply lied to them and informed them that she was crying with happiness. Then as Barbara thought about it, she realized why they would have the Weasel create something like that. She had trained them and allowed them to watch videos of her and their grandfather together as well as her and other men. She had allowed them to watch those for most of their lives, telling them that they must serve Bison. That’s when Barbara knew that they would be safe from her fate. As long as they had their looks, they would never be fucked by the regulars at the club. Thus, she had fulfilled her promise to her father.

            “Do you like?” the twins asked.

            “I love it!” Bison grunted gleefully.

            “He loves it, mom!” the girls cheered in triumph.

            Once again, Barbara Gordon said nothing as she stood up. Bison’s cock popped out of her ass, but was only out for a few seconds before she enveloped his dick with her cunt. The woman rode him as the twins swabbed the sides of her tits with alcohol. Barbara then slowed down as and barely moved as each twin stabbed her tits with a needle and injected it full of hormones. They then pulled the needles out and applied another swab of alcohol   Barbara’s tits felt like they were on fire as she started to ride Bison with all her strength. She had to lean forward and press her hands against the bed itself for support. Her arms were beside Bison’s head. That’s when the evil man saw the bands of barbed wire tattooed on her arms. Scattered intermittently inside the wire were words like, slut, cocksucker, and fuck-toy. “You girls have done an excellent job. Looks like your mother, Barbara Gordon has done an excellent job of raising the both of you,” Bison smiled.

            “Thank you master.”

            “You will accompany me from now on. You will no longer need to sleep in adjacent rooms with your mother. That will free her up to entertain the customers. Isn’t that great news, Barbara?”

            “Yes master! Keep my daughters! They will serve you well!” Barbara screamed. “Let me service the customers! But allow my daughters to make me more useful! Have my daughters inject me with more hormones until my tits are at least forty-four double K!!” Barbara wailed.

            “Please master . . . allow that to happen, but can we keep her as a pet when she isn’t serving customers?” the twins meekly inquired.

            “An excellent idea! I will grant that wish!” Bison smiled.

            “Bison . . . Bison . . .” Barbara pleaded, not sure what to say.

            “Shhh . . . just take your pill!” Bison smiled as Huntress, Spoiler, Black Canary, and the twins all got on the bed.

            All five women split the pill that Barbara was addicted to. The corrupted heroines placed the pill into Barbara Gordon’s mouth. Then it was time for her own daughters. “Open up, mommy. It’s going to be so much fun servicing our master with you by our side. Daddy says it will be a good look for you,” the twins smiled as they moved their hands toward Barbara’s mouth. That’s when she realized that why she was training them for sex, Joker was corrupting their minds. The woman wanted to scream, but soon realized that her daughters would be safe from Gotham City’s thugs since Joker corrupted them. Another tear trickled from her eyes as she opened her mouth wide for her daughters. Within seconds, the pills were deposited into her mouth, where she quickly swallowed them. She could feel the effects of the drug radiate throughout her body. The woman knew that the first of many climaxes was sure to come. She also knew that she was going to be nothing more than drug addicted fuck-toy with big tits, who would fuck anyone for money. But she knew her daughters were safe even though her unbroken self would have preferred a better life for them. However, in her current situation, it was the best she could afford them. This didn’t stop her from crying on the inside as she imagined what M. Bison had in store for them. She had little time to think about it as she felt the rush of the drug. The last thought in her mind was that she would at least be close to her daughters. Then the thought disappeared, pushed away from the drugs as Barbara’s mind was engulfed with thoughts of fucking and only fucking.

The End
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