Adult-FanFiction.org : Comics

Batgirl's Uptown Affairs, Part 2	By : AdultBat Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or any of the characters in this story. I have not or will not receive any money for this story. It is for adults only and is not intended for redistribution or renumeration.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
Bruce Wayne did not wait for the customary pampering and escorting that accompanied important executives flying in private jets. He had Alfred drive the limo onto the runway and waiting for him upon his arrival. Bruce himself pushed open the plane door and did not wait for the steps to be wheeled up. He jumped down hitting the tarmac in full stride. Dashing into the back seat he found his Batsuit laid out for speedy transformation. Less than a quarter mile out of the airport the limo pulled into an alley where the Batmobile was waiting. No words had been exchanged between the men during his delivery but as Batman burst out of the vehicle Alfred offered, “Good luck, sir.”

            Gotham’s citizens had come to recognize the Batmobile as a legitimate emergency vehicle and dutifully made clearance for his speedy journey. In a time no cabbie could match he was at Lawrence Pierce’s street. He saw Batgirl’s motorcycle parked out front and hoped that he wasn’t too late. Wanting to maintain the element of surprise he drove around the block and decided to enter his mansionette from an upper window accessed from the adjoining house. Scaling the wall of the neighbor’s townhouse Batman realized it had been sometime since he engaged in any rooftop gymnastics but he had been doing this for so long that it was second nature.

            Looking at the size of the window he had to crawl through Batman shook his head. The police joked that he liked to bust through window and doors for effect but the reality was with his well-developed frame crashing through passage ways was often more efficient than squirming. Nevertheless, this time he chose to thread the needle. With his body two thirds through he felt and heard an object crashing down on his head. Unfazed, he saw the pieces of a priceless vase now on the floor with him. With lightning speed he grabbed the ankle of the person that hit him with the artifact and before yanking the person to the ground he realized he was holding the base of a woman’s leg. Looking up, he saw Miss Limpet standing over him. Matter-of-factly he said, “Miss Limpet, I thought I would find you here.”

            She responded with in a shocked tone that the Caped Crusader had heard before, “Batman, it’s you. I’m so sorry. I thought it was an intruder.”

            Batman could not help but notice that she was only attired in lingerie but he tried not to let that distract him. “Save it, Miss Limpet, I am on to your scheme.”

            No, Batman, it’s not what your think. He’s a terrible and evil man. I was afraid for my life. You have to believe me.”

            Batman softened his stance slightly and accepted her hand as she offered to help him stand up. “I would like to believe you but I don’t have the time to take the chance. I must get to Batgirl.”

            “But I know where he has her. I can take you there. Please, Batman, I am a good girl. I am just in a bad situation.” Standing there with dramatic cleavage neatly tucked in white lace and matching high cut bikini briefs that were framed by thigh high stockings and garter belts, Batman wanted to believe her.

            “Okay, Miss Limpet, lead me to her.”

            Noticing his eyes noticing her body she requested to put on a robe. “I will not run away. You can follow me into the closet if you like.”

            “That will not be necessary. I will wait for you here.” He surveyed the room retracing his point of entry and the egresses to the hallway and bathroom as he peripherally kept an eye on her. She made no threatening moves or unexpected moves as she found her robe in the walk-in closet and worked her arms through the sleeves. Tying the sash she began to put her hair up and reached inside a pocket to put on her thick glasses re-effecting the transformation of the persona he had met originally. It really made her look very unassuming.

            “Tell me Batman,” she asked quizzically, “I have been in the public eye for some time now but no one in the public has ever seen me without my glasses and hair down. How did you recognize me so instantly when all those reporters at the press conference did not?”

            Batman opened his mouth as if to answer and then paused to choose his words carefully and not divulge any of his secrets. “You see Miss Limpet…” but he never finished his answer. Miss Limpet threw down some tiny starburst explosives at Batman’s feet knocking herself back a bit yet unharmed but rendering the Dark Knight unconscious.



            Somehow Batgirl lost track of what was happening around her. How else could she explain the situation and surroundings she now discovered herself in. She was still wearing her mask and cowl but her costume had been replaced by what she could only guess was an Indian sari. The fabric was a luxurious silk wrapped securely but comfortably around her. It was even the same shade of purple as her bat-outfit and complete with a bat emblem across the chest. Around the waist of her sari she noticed that they neglected to remove her utility belt. She wondered if they left it on her intentionally as a possible booby trap. She stopped thinking about it when she saw Jay, Pierce’s butler dressed like an Indian raj with exotic jewelry and a turban. It made her scene even more disorienting. In her confusion she tried to remember if Jay was of Indian descent. She always thought Lawrence called him “J” for Jeeves or Jeffrey but maybe it was just a shortened version of Sanjay. The Bookworm interrupted her train of thought as he pushed the Kama Sutra into her face.

“Do you know what is the truly wonderful thing about books in general, Batgirl? It’s the way they can magically transplant you into a scene or the thick of the plot. It’s a suspension of reality and a grasp at the possibilities of a story. Tonight you will experience this phenomenon with the help of my trusty manservant. Are you two ready to enjoy the teachings of the great sage, Vatsyayana?” as he held the text up close to his own and began to read.

The Bookworm began to read from the book carefully taking time to read the background of the position and the beautiful prose describing the act and what each partner should be experiencing. As he spoke, Jay began the process of unravelling the material from Batgirl’s body. At first she slapped his hand away but soon she found herself not only allowing him but, almost hypnotically assisting him with the elaborate folds. Soon the silk was merely a decoration adorning her body as it draped upon her shoulders. Sanjay laid her down in the many pillows and removed his own billowy pants however, opting to keep his upper vestments on. Caught up in the atmosphere, Batgirl licentiously looked to his manhood and found him youthfully fit for his age and quite erect. Adding to her surprise, he had no pubic hair.

Sanjay took her legs and doubled them up into her chest. “Ah yes, the position of Indrani,” Bookworm commented as his butler moved into position. “Don’t forget to rub her yoni before engaging in congress, Jay. It should be softened and readied for the act. He complied although he did not act as if instructed. Batgirl’s thoughts of struggling had long since dissolved and she was amazed at how quickly her vagina moistened and yearned to be entered. Sensing her readiness Sanjay entered her with the tip of his cock and and moved around ensuring it touched all around her labia. This lubricated Batgirl more and pulled her legs tighter into her chest encouraging him to penetrate her deeper. Expertly, the butler tweaked at her nipples and the tips responded by expanding and snapping back to their firm position everytime he let go. She craved for him to explore further and he did not let her down. Slowly, he pulled her legs away from her chest and opened them, spreading them very wide – almost in a split position.

“I see the ‘students’ have moved onto the Vijhrimbitaka or for those of you not familiar with Hindi, The Yawning.” Now the Indian prince plunged deeper into her and she felt the fullness of his size, just right to hit all her love corners without tearing any vaginal tissue. He moved very methodically inside her giving the coupling a rhythm and the calmness of an eastern chant. Batgirl hated herself for giving into her pleasures so shamelessly but the sensations of his lovemaking – and it felt like lovemaking – was too much heer sensual needs. Eventually, Sanjay began to come even though his tempo never altered. Batgirl tried to tighten her grip on his prick and milk every cc of cum she could from him with the muscles in her vagina. Bookworm informed her that was called Vadavaka.

Batgirl blissfully rolled onto her stomache and buried her face into one of the pillows. She was too intoxicated to feel regret or anger at losing focus of her responsibilities. She planned to relax and enjoy the memory of the delight given to her by the butler. However, he relaxation did not last long. She felt Sanjay behind her and fully erect again poking past her buttocks to penetrate her again. She arched her back to protest but before she could turn her head he held her face under her chin and made her look up into him as he looked down upon her. The backwards bend of her body with him inside her made his cock rub directly on her clitoris ripening it with unearthly sensations. He removed his hands from her chin but kept her arched by cupping on breast with his hand and covering the other with his forearm. Batgirl came twice while in that position but Sanjay held his stiffness and leaned back on his knees as Batgirl slid to his right thigh and shifted sideways as reclining on the downward incline of his thigh. Instinctively. She lifted her left arm to keep her left leg spread high and wide and held it in place by holding her shin. Neither was too mobile in this position but it allowed them to concentrate on each stroke, as it required coordination and effort. It seemed to emphasize the symbionic intent of what lovemaking should be. A girl knew from his angle that he could look directly at her vagina and, without any hair to hide his sex, she could see him disappear and reappear with each stroke.

The session continued non-stop for what seemed like hours. Viewing the events from the eye-holes of her mask gave Batgirl a detached sense of surrealism that thwarted her from her purpose and kept her compliant for more. All her years of gymnastic training were being applied to sexual positions she never thought possible. They engaged in poses called the Conch, the Swing, the Curved Knot, and many more that had Batgirl making love with her legs up and behind her neck, twsted like a pretzel, and when she was too tired to move he lifted her lower body from the pillows and held her almost upside down as he entered from a seemingly impossible angle as he faced her. Manfred put an army of teenage boys to shame with his ability to conjure erections at minute intervals.

            Batman’s years of crime fighting provided him with certain unique senses and capabilities that aided him in becoming a master strategist. He had an uncanny sense of awareness, even when unconscious, that provided him with options when he needed them. Now as the drone of engines roared in the background of his awakening, he assessed his situation. He was bound, quite well, with nylon rope that looped around his upper arms keeping them firmly behind his back and knots at his wrists that connected to the loops keeping his elbows bent. He prevented him from considering any attack using his upper body and left him fairly defenseless. The noise and change in altitude prepared him for the realization that he was in an airplane. What he did not understand yet was why.

            “Welcome back, Batman.” It was Miss Limpet who was still wearing her glasses but now attired in a school girl’s uniform. The juxtaposition of her plainly disguised face and kick ass body displayed in a white cotton blouse and obscenely short plaid skirt made Batman wonder what was in store for him.

            “I thought you said you were a good girl, Miss Limpet,” Batman commented wryly.

            Oh I am, Caped Crusader, I am. That, however, is the crux of my conflict. All my life people have told me how “good” I am and I dutifully obeyed the image in which they wanted to mold me. I excelled in school. I performed public service work. I looked the part of an innocent girl. However, there was always one problem. That was not the person I was born to be. Adventure and double cross excite me. I have read so much in life that I am endowed with encyclopedic knowledge. For years I have lived the cliché of using it for good instead of evil. And, I have to admit it made me miserable. Then along came the Bookworm into my life and he let me explore the darker recesses of my personality. He has let me be who I want to be. Let me tell you, Batman, it feels pretty darn good.”

            “Wouldn’t therapy have helped you address some of these issues without having to resort to crime, Miss Limpet?”

            “I find a suggestion of therapy a pretty ironic comment from a man dressed up as a flying rodent, Batman. Would you like to hear how I am going to dispose of you?”

            “I am sure you will tell me anyway.”

            Miss Limpet looked up and laughed devilishly, “Yes I suppose you are right. You see, Batman,” as she hoisted him up from his position on his knees, “it always amazed me that villains concocted these creative and intricate plots to kill you but never stayed around to see the fruits of their labor. I will do the opposite. My plan is simple - I am going to push you out of this plane – and, if as I suspect you really are not a bat and cannot fly you will hit the ground and splatter all over Gotham City. However, I will see to it that your execution will be thorough as I will join you on the trip down.”

            “I suppose that is why only one of us is wearing a parachute,” Batman provoked her drolly. “Tell me, Miss Limpet, where did you learn to tie knots so well?”

            “Do you like bondage, Batman? I have restrained you using hojo jitsu, a medievil samurai martial art dedicated to tying up their captured enemies. I read all about it in the original Japanese texts. It’s really quite beautiful and erotic.” She now had Batman standing with his back to the door. She swapped her glasses for a pair of goggles. She still maintained the sweet look of innocence that men knew was inherently dangerous but unavoidably attractive. She placed her hands lightly on his hips and yelled above the clamor of air and engines, “Don’t worry, Batman, I’ll make sure you enjoy your last journey.” Miss Limpet then pulled down his Bat briefs and tights to his ankles leaving him bound and exposed. Looking down at the sight of his armored torso and naked waist and legs Batman felt a shove to his chest that forced him to stumble out the open portal into the vaporous thin air.



            Batgirl lay in a state of disbelief. She wanted to believe she just had an elaborate and realistic dream but the continuation of her orgasm and the physical tingling of her vaginal canals let her know that her experience was very real indeed. She looked through the eye holes of her mask and surveyed her body: her supine position left her breasts a bit flatter but broader across her chest; her nipples normally a soft pink were red and engorged as if still being tweaked; and her pubis, while out of view because of her Batbelt, glistened from the drenching cum of Sanjay and herself. In fact her whole body was glowing - not literally, but from pure pleasure rushing to escape out of each pore in her skin. Any feelings of violation that should have been dominating her thoughts were shuffled to the back for later. Now she just wanted to stay in this relaxed state with the purple silk of the sari still draped over parts of her skin and enjoy.

            “Don’t allow yourself to become too comfortable, Batgirl, I am not finished with you,” Bookworm interrupted. He and Jay each grabbed an arm and led her into another chamber, this one even more dimly lit than the previous. Batgirl’s instincts and mind were screaming at her to fight these two worthless combatants but her body refused to listen to any instructions. She watched in blissful curiosity as she was strapped to an old - ancient - printing press. After she was securely spread over it Bookworm began, “Batgirl, I inherited and amassed quite a substantial fortune in my time. However, this may be my most prized possession. Normally, I do not even touch it myself out of respect for its history but today I feel like it should be employed to commemorate this great day. You see this is an original Gutenberg press, the beginning of my grandest love affair. Oh people thought it belonged in a museum but what does the general public know? They would probably want to publish comic books or wrestling magazines on it. You know that the first thing ever printed on this was the Bible, but did you know that the second thing ever printed was pornography? So, I think a fitting use for this genius invention would be to have the mighty Batgirl myself on it. What do you think?”

            With the effects of the hypnotic trance fading Batgirl was beginning to feel more alert and more aware of the precarious situation she was in. “I think you are disturbed and revolting. Take me off this immediately before you commit a crime you will never live long enough to regret.”

            “Those are fairly belligerent words for a woman whose legs are parted wider than the Red Sea.” Admit it, Batgirl, this is the bookmark for which you have been waiting.” With those words he pulled down his pants and faced Batgirl with his tiny erection. Looking at its diminutive size it became clear that any pleasure Barbara derived from her relationship with Lawrence was entirely emotional. Could he really be proud of that?

            Looking directly at his little ‘stiffy’ Batgirl offered drolly, “I now know where the ‘worm’ part of your name comes from. Book-snake you aren’t”

            “Cute, Batgirl, cute. However, have you ever considered that size of my enthusiasm may be related to the pleasure I am feeling? As I look at you now I, too am unimpressed. You certainly gave in easily to my butler for God’s sake. Now, what will excite me is knowing that I will be the last person to have you and my act will be the last thing you feel. Screwing you as you die will be my sexual cup of tea.” He plunged into her. The penetration barely registered but the recognition of what he was doing infuriated her. He pumped furiously never really looking at her but more closing his eyes and scrolling through his memory of the many of heroes in literature. He took a few seconds to imagine he was each one of these giants, characters and authors, executing the same deed. Batgirl hoped he would finish quickly and knowing his tendencies she was sure he would, but the reality was with his size, he was barely experiencing any friction to get him off. His distracted state gave her time to assess her situation and plan of escape.

            Maybe they were confident that the effects of the drug could control her better or maybe they were uncharacteristically sloppy but Batgirl was able to easily free a hand from one of the straps that secured her onto the press. However, before she could put it to use, Sanjay started the mechanics of getting the machine to start. At first the pressure of the press coming down on her was light and a nuisance. However, as it gained momentum the press began to beat down on her harder and eventually it would be forceful enough to break her bones and kill her. The machine came down on one of the ribs injured earlier and now snapped. Batgirl screamed in antagonsized pain. Oddly, the more the machine began to injure her the more she felt the Bookworm inside her. Her pain and encounter with death was exciting him to a level she never experienced with him before. His sickness was greater than she ever imagined.

            Sanjay had withdrawn from the room and Batgirl now used her free hand to try and loosen one of the bolts that connected with one of the machines legs. Her weakened state made each twist painfully difficult but she was making progress. Only would it be in enough time before the machine came down on her face or Bookwork realized what she was doing?

Batgirl sensed the gravity of her situation. The Bookworm started to contort his face in an orgasmic way. The press came down hard on her upper arm as she reached for a bolt and she thought it might have been broken. Summoning her resolve she twisted the bolt again and the machine teetered and then fell to the side as the leg gave way.

The collapse of the press freed her other arm and she was able to use that hand to free one of her ankles. Before she could free the other ankle she felt a sharp sting across her face. After the shock of his fall he realized she damaged his printing press and was in a frenzied fury. He slapped at her again and tried kicking her. With just one useful arm and leg however she was able to hold him off and even slap him around a bit but not enough to restrain him. She had not anticipated his reaching for her utility belt and unfastening it before she could react. With the speed in which he performed this act Batgirl realized that he must have taken it off her when he dressed her up and his replacing it was no accident. When he reached inside the explosive compartment her eyes widened. She had low impact starburst but also much more powerful explosives in there as well. He grabbed whatever he got his hands on first and in a childish tantrum threw them on the ground. The ensuing explosion lifted Batgirl - still with one leg strapped to the table - towards the corner of the ceiling. Acutely aware that she may be crushed Batgirl was able to tilt the base just enough so the impact of the two ends of the table hit the ceiling and the adjoining wall at the same time. It shattered the part of the press attached to her and released her from it. She still bore the force of crashing into the plastered structure and then falling 15 feet to the floor. The two impacts jarred her severely but far from critically. Gaining her composure she surveyed the room. It mirrored a war zone complete with a casualty, the Bookworm. Batgirl walked a bit unsteadily to him and looked him over. The effects of the explosion treated him gruesomely. His silly hat was blown off but his glasses remained although shattered. His eyes were wide open but he was not responsive. A splinter the size of a knife has pierced his skull and remained imbedded. Batgirl reached over to close his eyes. Clinically, she felt for a pulse and to her surprise one remained albeit weak. “I must find my costume and call EMS,” she thought. Leaving the room she paused and took one last look back at him. She remembered how good she felt when she began her relationship with him. “I can’t believe Bruce twisted me so much that I fell for him. Was there really some good in that brilliantly demented mind or was I the classic rebounded chick? What a waste.”

After a series of stratospheric free fall flip-flops, Batman aligned his body horizontally to the earth, facing upward. The first sensation Batman registered from this position was the oddity of having air rush through up his ass and across his genitals. He twisted his head over his shoulder to glance at the ground and gauge his distance from it. From the scale of the objects on the ground and the thinness of the air he concluded he was at a fairly high altitude. Already wrestling with the knots he registered a mass approaching him at a great velocity. Just as he determined it was Miss Limpet she landed, face down, on his ankles and held on to align herself with him. Above the rush of air cutting past them she yelled, “Good afternoon, Batman, are you ready to have some fun before you die?”

Rather than flattering her with a response Batman decided to see just what she intended to do. Bound as he was, he did not have a lot of options. With a care similar to a rock climber, Miss Limpet crawled up closer to Batman grabbing a portion of each leg one at a time and moving closer to his torso. When her face reached his cock and balls flailing in the wind she paused and reached with a hand to hold his member steady. Again, undaunted by his size, Lydia began to work in earnest to bring Batman to an excited state. The clock was ticking and his erection was growing.

The bombasticity of the situation really had Batman off guard. Given enough time he knew he could free himself from the hojo jitsu bondage but gravity was certainly not his ally right now. Coupled with that his concentration was being totally compromised by Miss Lympet as she ravenously massaged the head of his penis with a thick tongue and an accepting mouth. God, did it feel good. And the danger of the situation made it even more exciting. Certainly the same was true for Lydia as well. His fling with her on the balcony cemented his knowledge of her sexual fetishes. Watching her take him deeper and deeper in her mouth while on his back but with the comfort of weightlessness made him want to be more involved. “Lydia,” he yelled, “spin around and rotate your position to me.” Symbionically, she understood his command and without releasing his dick from her mouth she swung her legs around so that their bodies were still facing each other but in opposite directions.

The wind blew the back of Lydia’s schoolgirl skirt straight up and with her underpants (that Batman distinctly remembered seeing on the plane) now missing it offered Batman perfect positioning to bury his face in her love canal. He always found eating pussy to be one of the most erotic sexual acts one could do. He enjoyed it and was good at it. Without hands or fingers to aid him Batman had to rely solely on his tongue. It helped that he was working on familiar territory. It was another of his remarkable memory characteristics. Once he was with a woman he was capable of remembering precisely what turned her on and how to recreate it when the opportunity arose (and it often did).

His situation prevented him from doing any of the usual teases and given her predilection for adventurous lovemaking plunging right into it as they plunged toward earth made perfect sense. He lowered his chin to give his tongue plenty of coverage over her clitoris. Shielded by hair he tried to part it with his tongue as his worked his way toward his target. He knew he hit pay dirt when he managed a long lick up and down the sexual sliver and she for the first time bit down on him. He continued to work the area and Lydia started using her hand to pump him as she sucked. She produced a lot of saliva that really lubricated him quite well. Feeling her clit swell he gently bit into it and tugged with his teeth causing Miss Limpet to take her mouth off him and scream in joyously. Batman pushed further driving the nose of his mask up her cunt and rotating his head back and forth giving her sensation inside and out. Screaming ‘yes’ and ‘don’t stop’ she furiously stroked Batman from top to bottom and settled her activity on the engorged head of his utility. Sensing his own excitement Batman let go and released his wad in three powerful spurts.

Lydia watched in bemusement as his cum momentarily held in suspended animation falling at the same rate as them. Eventually, it drifted away in its own weightlessness. She couldn’t believe how expertly Batman was eating her pussy and she tried to drive her hips more into his face. It was at that moment that she realized Batman was still vigorously gnawing at her juice box but he was holding her close to him by resting his arms on her buttocks. “He must have figured out the knots,” she realized, “time to end this pleasure cruise.”   Indeed, their altitude was approaching dangerous levels even though she had a parachute. She turned her head back towards Batman and said, “Sorry lover, time for one of us to bail and I’m afraid it’s not going to be you.”

Miss Limpet then pulled her ripcord only to find that she was holding the ring but it wasn’t attached to anything. She spun around and saw Batman holding the contents of her pack in his arms and smiling. Immersed with dread she swam through the air towards him and said, “Surely, you are not going to let me die, Batman.”

“Miss Limpet, I am not the one who jumped out of that plane. I am not the one who neglected the altitude. I am not the one who let another remove her chute for a little sexual gratification. I’ll tell you what, though: I won’t use your parachute. You can have it back.” He then handed her the armful of silk and ropes back.

Touched by the gesture of going down to his death with her Miss Limpet said, “Thank you, Batman, I will never forget you.”

“Just one question, Miss Limpet,” Batman asked as he glanced down to earth and realized they had passed the skydivers safety point.

“Yes, of course.”

“Did you ever finish your crossword puzzle?”

“Why, yes I did but-but how did you know about it?”

He just nodded and parted with “Congratulations,” and with that he gently pushed away and opened a compartment from his Batbelt releasing a Bat parachute. His speed immediately braked giving the illusion of being pulled up. Miss Limpet continued her descent looking sad, betrayed, and alone. She kept her eyes on him as she faded from his view and plunged to her demise.
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Batgirl's Uptown Affairs, Part 2