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Batgirl’s Magic Box	By : NatMar Category: DC Verse Television > Batman Views: 3636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Robin pulled the Batmobile into a narrow alley and let it coast deep into the shadows, to a point where it shouldn’t be spotted from the street. Then he quickly hopped over the car door and began examining the dirty brick walls. It was an old apartment building that appeared to be sparsely populated. Now that he was closer to the target, he could tell by the tracking device that the signal was coming from below, obviously a basement level.
The signal was transmitting strong and steady now. Apparently Batman had found some way to inject the trackers from his own body into Batgirl’s. Which made zeroing in on her location much easier.
The teen hero found a basement window and confirmed that it lead to an empty room. Even his few years of crime fighting experience told him that this would grant him unobserved access, which would allow him to retain an element of surprise. He quickly unhinged the latch and dropped into the dark room.
Quickly but quietly he made his way down a dark hallway. Light could be seen through a slightly open door ahead, and muffled voices emitted from inside.
He approached the entry and carefully peeked in. He could see a man slamming his pelvis into the backside of a naked woman who was bent at the waist and secured in an old fashioned stockade. The woman’s shackled feet wore Batgirl’s boots, confirming that it had to be her.
Above the stockade, a set of television monitors showed a variety of images. One screen showed an extreme close up view of Batgirl’s face, distorted by a fish eyed lens. Next to that, another feed showed her point of view from inside of the box. Commissioner Gordon was approaching her, towering above, like a giant, with the fly of his pants lining up with the viewpoint. Both cameras had something smeared across their lens that prevented a truly clear image. A variety of other monitors showed the exterior exit doors of Police Headquarters, these were the monitors that Robin had bypassed by climbing out of the window.
As the Boy Wonder assessed the situation, the man, who was obviously the Magician, let out a triumphant laugh and extracted his erection from Batgirl’s anus before ejaculating across her back and buttocks. With a continuing chuckle he wiped his dick on her exposed flesh and turned to cross to a closet filled with bondage gear, sex toys and a wide variety of dildos.
Using the closet door as cover, Robin took this opportunity to slip into the room and creep up to his target stealthily. Once he was in place, he slammed the door into the back of the fiend’s head, then pulled him back and kicked him in the stomach, doubling him over. Finally he delivered an uppercut to the man’s jaw that knocked him unconscious. Robin quickly pulled off the villain’s headset and pressed the talk button.
“Batman! It’s Robin. I’ve arrived and I’ve secured the location!” As he talked, he secured the Magician with a pair of Batcuffs.
“Good job, old chum!” Batman responded. “I’ll bring Batgirl’s head so we can reassemble her.”
“Got it, Batman!” Robin signed off and pulled his prisoner into the closet where he could be securely locked up. Only then did he turn to witness Batgirl’s predicament.
Her legs were spread wide with her ankles shackled to the floor. In addition to littering the floor around her, tatters of purple clothing hung from the corners of her boots and gloves, which was all that she still wore. Batgirl had been bent at the waist so that her head and wrists could be secured into an old, wooden stockade that had mystical markings covering its surface. Of course nothing emerged from the other side of the device. Only a set of inset gaps showed where inserted sections had been removed containing her head and hands. Only smooth wood showed where her neck and wrists should have emerged. The sight was unsettling.
Circling back to the other side, Robin noticed an adjustable stool was set between her feet and had been extended as high as it could go. On top of the seat sat a small wooden plank, which matched one of the insets from the other side of the stockade. From the plank protruded Batgirl’s right hand, still clad in its purple glove. With the height of the stool, her hand was pressed firmly against her crotch. In addition, a small motor had been attached to the screw shaped extension that had raised the stool seat, making the entire contraption buzz. Amplified by the length of the metal shaft, Batgirl’s fingers were being forced to vibrate against her sex in order to arouse herself. Just past that stool, a similar raised seat was placed in order to hold her left hand firmly fixed to her right breast.
Unable to look away, Robin found himself staring at the beautiful body. Her thighs were trembling with the continuous, ongoing stimulation and her vagina glistened with moisture that oozed onto her gloved fingers, darkening the fabric.
Witnessing this woman orally servicing his mentor had given the teenage protégé a throbbing erection which hadn’t subsided since. Even now it continued to press against his tight green shorts.
Dick Grayson looked around. With no one looking, he finally reached down in order to straighten his thick cock by pulling his tights down below his scrotum, releasing his straining organ from its confinement. He slowly started stroking his shaft as he watched Batgirl’s hips sway seductively in front of him.
“Robin, I want to thank you for saving me,” Batgirl’s voice came to him through the headset. It was still breathy and he could see her shoulders pant with short, deep breaths that made it obvious how aroused she was. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” Dick thought there might have been a touch of suggestive invitation to her voice, but he couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t just letting his own horny enthusiasm cloud his judgement.
But then he saw the index finger of her right hand push away from her vagina and crook in his direction, bending forward as if to draw him in. Then it lifted and pointed at her slit, tapping it twice before two fingers gently spread apart her lips in a clear invitation.
Dick stepped forward nervously. The offer seemed way too good to be true. He glanced at the monitors. Batman and Chief O’Hare were just leaving the precinct and climbing into a police cruiser. The image of Batgirl’s face was too smeared to be able to detect her reaction.
Tentatively, Robin eased the head of his cock forward, aiming at her pussy as he shuffled closer, inching his way up until he could feel the warmth of her passion. Carefully he touched just the tip against her lips and waited to hear a cry of protest through the headset. But nothing was said. Did she know what he was doing?
The Boy wonder did a quick calculation in his head. Since Batman would have to take a standard police cruiser across town, he knew that it would take the hero and the chief longer to arrive than it had taken in the Batmobile. Robin would have a bit of time before they arrived.
So, very slowly and gently, he began lightly rubbing his tip along Batgirl’s labia, spreading her juices between the two of them. The captive heroine’s breathe quickened. But when there continued to be no complaint, the Boy Wonder lined his dick up with her opening and began to slip slowly inside of her.
Batgirl let out a moan that Robin could hear through the headset.
“Robin, is Batgirl still being forced to… stimulate herself?” Batman asked. Robin paused with his cock completely submerged in the heroine, afraid to move.
“I’m… not sure I should… remove anything until you get here, Batman. We want to make sure that she’s reassembled safely,” Robin said, knowing that the excuse sounded weak as soon as he said it.
“I think he’s right, Batman,” Batgirl added with her husky voice. “He should leave everything right where it is.” Robin smiled as he felt her vaginal muscles squeeze his shaft.
“Very well. Don’t touch anything else until we get there,” Batman ordered.
“Okay, Batman,” Robin answered by instinct. But in reality he could no longer hear his mentor due to the distraction of Batgirl’s gloved fingers caressing his testicles as he stood embedded in her warm, tight pussy.
He flipped off the headset, grabbed Batgirl’s hips and slowly slid out of her. Just as his tip was about to pop free, he thrust forward, slamming his cock back into her. He repeated this pace several times until the slow extraction gave him a good feeling for the extent of movement, then he began picking up the pace with regular thrusts.
Dick lost himself in the experience. His hips slapped against her thighs with each stroke and her cunt squeezed at his shaft as if she was trying to trap him inside of her. It didn’t take long for him to start feeling the release rising from his balls, a pressure that had been growing since the commissioner’s office. He gripped her tighter and shoved his dick deeper as he felt the warmth flow through his penis until it burst inside of her. He stiffened and moaned with the orgasm that claimed his entire body. He shook, his fingers clawing into the flesh of her hips.
And as he came, he felt Batgirl’s pussy clutch his cock, her body also trembled and he heard her cry out a long triumphant moan that vibrated down her entire frame.
However, Robin suddenly realized that the sound had not come through the headset. Still impaling the heroine with his cock, he quickly spun his head to see a stunned Batman standing in the doorway with his jaw hanging. In his hands, he held the box that contained Batgirls head. The masked redhead’s face contained a flushed, but extremely satisfied expression.
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