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Breaking in the Batgirls	By : SmutSenpai Category: DC Verse Comics > Batgirl Views: 281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The image of Batgirl breaking down and crying was perfect he thought, and Russel was glad to be capturing it on camera. Her dignity had been stripped away and both of them knew that this video exposed her in the most personal and intimate way.
He let her cry for the camera and the audience a while longer as he filmed her in her worst moment, catching every detail of her facial expressions and making sure to get a good look at her body. The picture he was capturing obliterated her image as a daring and mysterious vigilante of the night. Now she was just a bawling little girl, the victim of a cruel and superior man.
The sight of her like this had the effect of arousing him and he felt his cock starting to twitch. This was a surprise to him. Normally he could get it back up again after a short rest, but to be getting hard again this fast was unheard of. He wondered if it was just the excitement of beating and humiliating Batgirl so badly, or if the artifact was responsible for this.
Either way a thought crossed his mind. He knew he didn’t have too long before the other Batgirls would arrive and he wanted to indulge himself again at Barbara’s expense. Crawling off the bed he went over to the dresser and pulled something out of it. Barbara was still reeling, too lost in her own grief and pain to notice what it was he was getting.
Then Russel moved quickly and decisively as he used both hands and fixed the ring gag into Barbara’s mouth. It happened fast and in her beaten state she barely had time to react.
Now her mouth was forced wide open, almost painfully so. Her eyes grew wide when she realized what had been done, and she looked at him fearfully.
Getting back onto the bed Russel then picked up her mask, pointing the camera at it. Then he slid his cock through one of the eye holes so that her cowl hung limply from his cock, which had already swollen nearly back to full size. Then he moved over to her, and with one hand on the camera, his other hand took a fistful of her hair as he forced her head up and easily glided his cock into her mouth.
“Uuooooh! Uuoo-agglhh!” She cried out in protest, being cut off as his cock suddenly filled her mouth. Instantly Barbara could taste the juices, both his and her own, that coated his cock. She reflexively tried to bite down but couldn’t move her jaw and again felt a surge of panic as his cock slid to the back of her throat.
The look on her face was priceless, Russel thought as he gagged her with his cock. Her eyes were wide and they looked up at him, pleading silently as he began to fuck her mouth with no resistance.
Barbara couldn’t believe this was happening. There was nothing she could do as his thick cock moved in and out, causing her to gag every time he hit the back of her throat. It was degrading enough but the fact that he hung her own mask on his cock, a mask she had been so proud to wear, killed her a little on the inside. Seeing her cowl hung on his cock like that was an awful symbol of what was happening to her.
Wet sucking sounds filled the room as Russel contentedly face fucked the redhead underneath him. Minutes went by and Barbara was silently begging that this would end, but the man who was raping her mouth seemed to be in no hurry.
Finally he picked up his pace. He could feel himself starting to let go again. The feeling of Barbara Gordon’s soft, unwilling tongue sliding along his shaft along with her helpless look had done the trick. He started to spew hot cum into her mouth.
“Ever taste rapist cum?” Russel taunted.
Barbara could do nothing as the thick spunk filled her mouth. She breathed through her nose and tried not to taste the seed, but there was no way for her to avoid it. When he finally finished he held her head back and aimed the camera right into her mouth, catching the huge pool of cum that swirled around in her mouth.
“Normally I’ll be filling your belly with my seed, Barbara,” He said to her matter of factly. “So if I cum in your mouth you’d better not spill a drop. Now swallow it. I can hold you like this all day if necessary.”
Barbara hated this and didn’t want to acquiesce to his sick demands. But there was no way she could spit out his cum like this, and as her tongue twirled around helplessly all she succeeded in doing was prolonging this awful fate and tasting this criminals spunk even more.
Closing her eyes she focused on what she had to do. With an effort, she swallowed what she could. Then again. A third swallow. There seemed like there was an endless amount of cum in her mouth and she just wanted to break down and cry again, but using all her willpower, she managed to swallow it all and finish the nasty deed.
Russel chuckled at Barbara’s degrading effort as she completely swallowed him, looking miserable after she was done. Then he switched off the camera and put it down and undid the ring gag in her mouth.
“Well that was fucking great for me, Barb.” He said to her cheerfully, as though they were two lovers who had just enjoyed great sex together. He gave her pussy an affectionate pat, which caused her to flinch slightly.
“I guess your little dyke friends will be here soon. I can’t believe you actually called them over here. I know you think they’re going to rescue you but all you’ve done is just sent two fresh little pussies for me to break into.”
Then he slid off the bed and picked up the camera.
“So what do you think?” he said. “You’ve just been the victim of a sexual assault. This tape is evidence. Do you think I should send this video to GCPD? Would you like that? Maybe they could use the video to come and find you and arrest me? Should I send this tape to the cops?”
Barbara felt her heart rate pick up again. If her father saw what he did...
“No...” She said in a small and quiet voice as she shook her head. “Please don’t show it to anyone. Just...please just let me go.”
“Maybe we could work something out...” He said. First Russel untied her ankle that was still tied to the bed, stretching her crotch wide open. Barbara seemed just slightly relieved to be taken out of that demeaning and uncomfortable position. Then he reached into his pants where he had pocketed the key to the cuffs when he had her utility belt. He pushed her over to her side and undid the handcuffs that bound her wrists together. The jacket from her costume was the only thing she had left, crumpled around her arms and he slid this off with no resistance from her.
Now Barbara was truly naked. She had control of her limbs again and a thought flashed through her mind that she could make a daring escape now, but the idea left as soon as it entered her head. She had just been brutally raped. The pain in her crotch was intense, it felt like it was on fire. She had also taken enough of a beating in their prior fight when she was in perfect condition. Now her energy was depleted from her struggles. And the way he was looking at her...
She would have no chance of beating him in a fight. Even if she could get away she was bare naked, a trail of cum and blood running down her leg. Where could she escape to?
Russel was watching her and was waiting to see if she would do anything stupid, but when he watcher her shoulders slump and her eyes cast their gaze downwards he knew that she was mentally beaten. For now, at least.
He walked over to the dresser again and came back with a leather collar that looked like it was made for dogs and dropped it on the floor. She spotted it and looked up at him.
“Get down on your knees and beg me for mercy. Tell me what a naive little bitch you were to try and fight me and apologize. Add some words of your own, go on and debase yourself and put the collar on. Make it good, Barbara. If I’m not satisfied with what I see this file goes right to Gotham police, and they’ll see everything.”
He scooped up the camera on the bed again and turned it on, pointing it at the helpless girl who looked crushed when he told her what she had to do.
But what did it matter? He had already inflicted so much damage, he had already taken so much from her...if this would make him happy then she had to do it. Barbara would have to swallow her pride and perform for this perverted creep...and maybe, just maybe Cass and Steph would get here in time to save her. This would all be over soon.
She slid off the bed and onto her knees, kneeling in front of the collar. She looked up at him, right into the camera, and clasped her hands together as though she were praying.
“Please, please sir...I’m so sorry I tried to stop you. I’m just a stupid little girl, I...I should never have got in your way. Please don’t show that video to anyone. I swear you’ll never see me again if you just let me go. Look, I’ll put on your collar,” She said, as she scooped up the collar on the ground, showing it to the camera with a look of hope on her face, as if her salvation lie in accepting the piece of leather around her neck. The collar also had a small padlock which was unlocked but already fastened and ready to go. Barbara understood without being told what he wanted.
Barbara wrapped it around her feminine neck and tightened it until it was snug around her. Then she slid the padlock into place with a small clicking sound. She had just collared herself for her rapist.
“See?” She said, looking again at the camera with a pathetic smile. “I did it! I’m all yours! You win! Just please let me go and don’t send that video to anyone, pretty please?”
Despite having just had two orgasms, Russel felt his cock twitch. God she looked good begging, he had to admit that she did a pretty good job of it. He wondered if she was aware of the symbolic significance of her accepting the collar.
“Not bad, Barbara. Not bad at all.” He said, his face level. He tossed the camera on to the bed. Then to her shock and surprise he turned around and stuck his ass right in her face, spreading his cheeks with both hands, exposing his asshole to her.
“I’ll tell you what. You lick my asshole like the little slut you are and no one sees the tape. Deal? I want you to go deep.”
Barbara couldn’t believe it! The sight of his anus disgusted her. There was no way...how could she put her tongue there? She’d never even considered doing something like that, not even for a lover, not that any of them had ever asked her. She felt a sense of betrayal.
“But...but you promised,” She said, realizing how pathetic she sounded the second the words came out of her mouth. He was just toying with her. “I did what you asked! You’ve already raped me! This...this isn’t fair!”
“Last chance,” He said, ignoring her pleas.
Then she felt a surge of anger. No, this wasn’t right. He had taken so much, yet still he wanted more? This was too much, this crossed a line. She couldn’t continue to debase herself. Not like this. Not for him.
“No.” She said, the word making Russel let go of his ass and turn around to look down at her. She felt a quiver of fear in her chest, but she had to be brave. “No, I won’t. I won’t do it.”
In a flash he snatched her up by her hair and forced her to her feet, causing her to let out a yelp of surprise and pain. Then he marched her over to the corner of the room. There was a metal ring that had been bolted to the wall there with a very short piece of chain attached to it. Pulling her right into the corner he picked up the chain and affixed it to the collar that she wore. She was now stuck on her feet in the corner, with only a few short inches to move her neck.
“So that’s where you draw the line, huh? Stupid, stupid girl. This tape is going right to the desk of the commissioners office. You know him?” He said as he started to leave the room. “They’ll be calling you Slutgirl by this time tomorrow after they see what’s happened to you. And your friends? You’ve just doomed them. Wait until you see what I do to them!”
“Wait!” She cried out but it was too late. Russel left the room and turned off all the lights before slamming the door shut. Now Barbara was alone in the pitch dark room. She felt her heart sink and despair nearly overtake her.
What had she done? She had just condemned her friends to her own fate. The tape would go public, her father would see everything...why hadn’t she just done like he asked?
But no...she tried to get control of her thoughts before she fell into a spiral of negativity. He was just playing with her. Surely he wasn’t ever going to let her go? Even if she did whatever disgusting thing he asked? She was right not to indulge him, the sick bastard. And Cass and Steph...they were smart. Cassandra was especially dangerous, in truth she was probably the most dangerous of any of Gotham’s heroes, Batman included. They would find a way to stop him together! They would rescue her and retrieve the cameras before he was able to show the damning film to anyone.
She tried to convince herself of this as all she could do was stand on shaky legs in the dark, alone with her thoughts. The feeling of hot cum still sliding down her thigh was a constant, painful reminder of her failure. Quietly and without tears, she started to cry softly to herself.

In the other room Russel picked up the artifact and sat cross legged on the desk that only moments before he had been molesting Batgirl on. The others would be here soon he was sure. Closing his eyes he sent his consciousness out into the web, using the wireless internet connection in his office. He no longer even needed a physical computer to move around digitally.
He was about to do something very daring and decided that a little extra noise may help him. Accessing the systems at Arkham Asylum and Blackgate prison, along with the smaller Gotham penitentiary, he remotely unlocked every single cell in every single block, while simultaneously disabling all camera feeds and communications.
Within minutes riots would be breaking out at all of the criminal facilities in the area and the prison staffs would be completely taken by surprise and overwhelmed with no way to signal for help. Given the dangerous nature of some of Gotham cities criminals, there was no doubt that most would go free and wreak havoc on the city.
He then accessed the cameras he had used while raping Batgirl. He no longer had any need for written software as he could change digital files himself now. It was a skill he was still learning, but his background as a programmer aided him in his learning curve and he kept it simple. He edited together all the pieces of film of Batgirls inglorious rape and unmasking, her getting face fucked and her pathetic begging and he made the scene as seamless as possible. He spent only five minutes or so on this, but with his ability to interface directly with computers he didn’t need very long. Pretty soon he had a finished product that was surprisingly well polished.
For his final act, he accessed the Gotham City Police Department. He uploaded the video of Batgirls rape onto all the servers, every single computer in the department now had the file stored on it. On any computers currently online and in use, the video began to play. He also uploaded a virus that would wreck police communications. It would take them days to sort out the mess, and severely hamper their response to the simultaneous prison breaks.
Then he brought himself back into the room and opened his eyes, back in his body which had been motionless.
He knew all about Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. The other two young ladies who wore the mantle of Batgirl. They were 18 and 19 years old, but there was a vast difference in the martial skills of both women.
Stephanie Brown he was not concerned with. He had taken Barbara in one on one combat and he was sure that the girl also known as Spoiler would be no threat. Cassandra Cain however was something else altogether.
The girl had been raised by assassins to be the perfect fighting machine. She had actually been deprived of language in order to learn movement as her first language. She was easily the most formidable of Gothams vigilantes and despite the enhancements he made to himself, Russel was not confident in his ability to handle the girl.
He glanced down at the artifact in his hand. He could always try to make himself truly superhuman. But would that work? He didn’t feel compelled to go that direction just yet, especially since he had another alternative.
Two days ago, while his planning stage was nearing completion, he experimented again with the artifact. This time, he attempted to mimic another one of Brainiac’s powers. The ability to control minds.
It was almost absurd that such a power should exist but there was ample evidence of it being used in the past. He tried it out on one of his hired goons, commanding him to run around in circles and stand on his head. To tell him his darkest secret. And then commanding him to forget that any of it ever happened.
It had worked flawlessly and now Russel knew that he had the means to defeat nearly any living being, assuming he could issue the commands. He smiled to himself. Dangerous as she was, Cassandra Cain wasn’t Superman or the Flash. She would need to come at him like her mentor Barbara did. Right through the same door. He sat contentedly on his desk, artifact in his lap, and waited with great anticipation for the other Batgirls to arrive.
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