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Breaking in the Batgirls	By : SmutSenpai Category: DC Verse Comics > Batgirl Views: 281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batgirl or the Batgirls or any DC properties. I make no money from writing this story.

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Russel surveyed the scene that he had created for himself. Barbara Gordon, the original Batgirl, having been thoroughly raped this evening, lay on her back with a mouth full of his cum that she had sucked out of her friends raped pussy.
Cunt, the blond teenager who had just been mercilessly abused, lay on the ground staring out into space. He had given her the new name which was the only name she had. She would be forced to live with it forever and this realization had shattered her.
And Cassandra. His fanatically loyal slave, standing there nude and impressive with her lithe body and happy face. She caught his eyes and smiled at him.
“Did I do good, Daddy?” she asked him hopefully. She acted on her own when forcing Cunt into compliance and it was going to be helpful having her around.
“You sure did, Cass. I’m so proud of you.”
The girl let out a gleeful sound and pressed her thighs together. It was then that Russel noticed how horny she looked, which made sense since he had been eating her out but never let her finish.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?”
“Oh, Daddy,” She said, as if she was talking to a movie star. “I’m so happy, but I’m so horny! Look how wet you made me!”
As if to prove it she put her fingers to her pussy and inserted them an inch. Her fingers came back with a trail of slime all over them. The girl was drenched.
“Damn.” He said as he came forward and put his hand to her small crotch. He slid his middle and ring finger up to her pussy and they entered with almost no resistance despite her tightness. She was soaking wet.
Cassandra moaned like a school girl at the feeling of her Daddy’s fingers entering her. Her pussy quivered around his fingers and she held her hips forward, giving herself to him fully, hopeful that he would continue to feel her up.
Then Russel withdrew his hand and put his fingers to her mouth. She dutifully licked them clean.
“Maybe we can see about letting you cum later. But for now it’s more fun for Daddy to watch you like this.
“Oooohh okay, Daddy.” She said, her face a mixture of lust and frustration and happiness. She was his total slave.
He turned down to Barbara who had actually lain there with her mouth full of his cum. Her spirit had been crushed this evening.
“Get up, Babs. I think you’ve swallowed enough of my cum for one night.”
Barbara got up to her knees and knelt there, unsure of what to do, waiting for orders. The taste of his cum was all she could focus on and to her shame she felt like she was actually getting used to it.
Russel grabbed hold of the camera and pointed it down at Barbara on her knees with Cunt lying down feeling sorry for herself. He gave her a nudge with his foot.
“Cunt. Get up. You’re going to take my cum in your mouth from Barbara. You’d better get off your ass now if you don’t want a serious pussy belting.”
Cunts eyes turned to him and stared for a moment. Then she clambered up to her knees next to Barbara. Both girls looked so sexy there, beaten and raped and helpless, Barbara with her cheeks full of semen.
Turning the camera to them he directed them to start kissing. They did. The two Batgirls joined lips and their tongues met in between, a flood of cum flowing from Barbara’s mouth into Cunts. Russel gave a few more instructions and they complied. They began making out like two lesbian lovers, their tongues locking and rubbing up against one another, his cum an ever present reminder of who they served.
Cunt took her fill of the cum and opened her mouth wide for the camera, showing it off. Then she went back to Barbara and again the girls started kissing and making out. They swapped cum and now it was Barbara’s turn to show the camera just how much of his spunk was in her mouth.
They swapped a few more times, embarrassed and ashamed but beyond trying to resist now. Finally Russel gave Cunt the order and the blond girl swallowed all of it. She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out to show that the cum was all gone.
He turned off the camera again. “That was perfect. You know I think we all deserve a bit of a rest after all this.”
He turned to Cassandra. He needed something from her. He wanted to have more fun but didn’t necessarily have everything on hand for it.
“Cass, go get your mask and your cape and your boots. And your belt. Go and put them on and come back.”
The dark haired girl was gone in a flash and returned momentarily. Russel thought she looked so sexy like that. Her belt hung slack on her slender, naked waist, and wearing just her mask and cape and boots she looked like a cosplay-whore version of herself.
“Daddy needs some things. Here, I’ll make you a list. You take my car and you go and get these things. Don’t let anyone stop you. Just break into the stores you need to. And don’t be too stealthy either, maybe you could put on a bit of a show for the cameras. Maybe they’ll like your little holes as much as I do?”
He wrote some things on a piece of paper and handed it to Cass, as well as the keys to his sports car parked in the driveway. Cassandra was off, happy to be useful. With her new instructions she knew exactly what to do and how to do it.
Russel glanced at the time. Midnight. Still many hours of dark left. Cass would be ta couple hours most likely. In the meantime he felt he was getting hungry.
“Cunt. Get up. I want you to go make us all some food. Use whatever is in the kitchen.”
Cunt stood up, a defeated look on her face and she started to slowly and painfully walk to the kitchen. Russel lifted his leg and gave her a hard kick on her bare ass, making the broken blond stagger forward and quicken her pace.
“Move your lazy ass!” He said in a stern tone as Cunt whimpered off to the kitchen like a whipped dog.
That left Barbara who looked at him. She was coming to look at him with fear in her eyes, which he didn’t mind.
“Let’s go Babs, upstairs. We’re taking a shower.”
She followed him upstairs to the master bedroom where his en suite bathroom was large and luxurious. He had Barbara sit on the toilet and relieve herself, which she was grateful to do, although he didn’t give her any privacy and watched her as she did her business which caused her face to blush.
His massive shower easily accommodated both of them and he had Barbara wash his entire body before washing herself. The hot water felt good to Barbara, who felt dirty after all that had happened to her. She tried not to think about anything, thankful to have a simple task to complete, cleaning her man and herself. She couldn’t meet his gaze. She kept her eyes down and head low.
Russel noticed this but didn’t say anything, he was feeling good and a compliant Barbara was fine enough for now. When they were done she towelled him off and then herself and they went back downstairs feeling refreshed.
In the kitchen Cunt had made them sandwiches. Not the most original meal, Russel thought, but she was probably not an experienced cook and hadn’t yet had the training to make a domestic slave. Russel wolfed his down easily and took a few bites out of the girls food as well. Barbara and Cunt only nibbled at theirs, even though they were both very hungry.
Then he brought the girls into the living room. He told Barbara to get on all fours in front of the couch and she meekly complied. He then sat down and threw his legs up, his feet landing painfully on her back. He was using her as a foot rest.
He had cunt kneel down on her knees next to him and she did. Then he started talking to her, casually and conversationally.
“So, crime fighting must be pretty exciting, huh, Cunt? I’ll bet it doesn’t leave much room for a social life though. Tell me, do you have a boyfriend? Anyone special in your life?”
Cunt didn’t want to talk to him, or share any details of her life with him. He could easily force them out of her, but somehow this felt worse. Like he was giving her a choice to divulge more of herself to him. She hated that he was talking to her like this.
“I...I don’t have to answer that.” She said quietly, looking down. Russel just stared at her and Cunt finally looked up. Her heart quickened. She didn’t want to be punished.
“I mean, I...I have a boyfriend.” She said softly.
“Correction. You had a boyfriend. You won’t be seeing his limp dick again. Does he know you’re Batgirl?”
Hearing him speak about Tim that way caused a surge of anger, but more than that, grief. She wished Tim were here right now, to hold her and comfort her. She would give anything to be in his arms and to just be able to cry her heart out in the safety he provided.
“He knows.” She said. “He knows I’m Batgirl.”
“Well, do you really think he’d still want to be with a little whore like yourself after he sees everything you’ve done?”
She looked at him helplessly. “I didn’t have a choice! You...you raped me! You forced me! He wouldn’t care, he...he’s a good person!”
Hearing him say that caused Cunts heart to break a little. Of course she knew Tim would understand what happened to her. But her emotions were a mess right now and despite herself, she felt a pang of doubt. What would Tim do if he saw her like this? If he made more videos of her, the way he did with Barbara? Would he really still want to be with her if she were exposed and embarrassed publicly? She had to struggle to hold back even more tears.
“Well I guess we’ll find out, huh? I’ll make sure he gets all the juicy details of what we get up to here.” Russel said. He looked down at Barbara, who only stared at the ground.
“Okay, get up, Barbara. You too, Cunt.” He said, taking his feet off the broken heroine. She and Cunt stood next to each other, two beautiful, naked young women. He just stared at them, his prizes. He had already beaten so much of the fight out of them. They had both been raped and were still obviously reeling from their defeat at his hands.
He was ready to have more fun but there was some business to take care of first. He decided to give the girls a break. He picked up the artifact.
<Cunt. You will go downstairs. There is a small room in the back with nothing in it. You will stay there until I come and get you.>
Cunt stood up and started to walk to the basement.
“Get some sleep if you can.” He called out to her. He somewhat doubted that would be easy. It was a cold concrete floor she would be laying on, but he didn’t care if she slept or not.
His eyes turned to Barbara who looked at him unsteadily.
“I think you’ve been through enough tonight, Babs.” He said in a softer tone. “Why don’t you go to the kitchen and drink some water? Then you go on upstairs to my room and get into my bed. You must be exhausted.”
Barbara was surprised although thankful for the fact that he didn’t control her mind or force her to do anything degrading or sexual.
“Th-thank you.” She said, not sure why she said it. She was grateful for the fact that he was letting her get some rest, but she still couldn’t get over what he had done to her tonight, or what he had made her or her friends do.
With her mind in turmoil she went to get her glass of water and head upstairs. There was no thought of disobeying his orders. What else could she do? Any kind of defiance she knew would be met with punishment of some kind.
Russel stared at her ass as she walked away, taking her thanks as a good sign. He didn’t think she was broken, not fully at least, not yet. But it was a good start. Right now she was just exhausted and defeated and at the end of her rope. Strangely enough he didn’t feel tired at all, which after all he had been through tonight was surprising.
He pushed the idea out of his mind and sat alone with the artifact. He had more work to do and once more he projected his consciousness into the ether.
He surveyed Gotham, there were enough cameras and radio reports and real time social media streams that he could get a good picture of what was going on. The riots in the penitentiaries were devastating for the city. The facilities had been wrecked and an uncertain number of inmates had escaped, a surge in crime already being reported.
He then checked in on Gotham city police. Their internal computers were in disarray and their communications were unreliable. The police force was struggling badly. He did a search of their internal servers and noticed with some amusement that all the files of Barbara’s rape which he had sent had been deleted. Obviously they had done it for the sake of the young lady and most likely her father as well, but he wondered if a few of the less scrupulous cops had managed to swipe a copy on to a portable drive before getting the order to destroy the explicit video.
Either way it wouldn’t matter. Pretty soon he would be making sure it went far and wide, a lot farther than the small confines of Gotham city, or even the United States for that matter.
Finally he checked in on the Bat computer and looked in on the affairs of the vigilantes in the city. They were all active this evening, trying to maintain some level of order in the wake of the chaos that had erupted with all the jail breaks. He found nothing to suggest that the Batman or his allies knew about his role in the chaos. There was no danger to him personally.
Satisfied, he went upstairs to his room.
The main lights were off and only a small side table lamp was on, giving the room a warm, inviting look. He saw Barbara lying in his large king sized bed, her eyes closed. He smiled at her and walked over and pulled off the covers, revealing her nude form.
He climbed on to the bed and began running his hands up and down her smooth body. The redheads eyes flickered open, she had only just started to fall asleep, and she stared up at him as helpless as a lost child. Then her eyes went down and noticed his cock which had once more become intimidatingly hard.
“I’m not sleepy.” He said to her. “Let’s have some fun.”
Barbara shook the fatigue off and sat up in bed, unsure of what he wanted. She looked at the man who had so brutally changed her life, a man who had a more sensuous look in his eyes than she had seen before. Her eyes went back to his cock.
“What...what do you want me to do?” She asked him, afraid of the answer.
His hands went to her chest and he started to cup her tits, admiring them. “I want you to love me, Barbara. I want you to realize I’m the only man in your life.”
Barbara looked uncertain. “Are you...are you going to have sex with me again?” She asked in a small voice. Russel looked at her and grinned.
“Again and again. We’ll be going at it for a very long time to come.” He chuckled, as though her question was hilariously naive.
“Please...” She said, imploring him with her eyes. “Please, my...I’m so sore right now. You really hurt me earlier. I can’t take that again.”
“Your pussy hurts? I must have stretched it out wider than you’ve ever experienced. Is that correct?”
Barbara nodded the affirmative. It was true. It was the biggest cock she had ever taken and he had been ferocious with her. She could still feel her rape.
“Well, let me have a look then. Maybe I can kiss it and make it better.”
Russel got down between her legs and spread them wide. Barbara was nervous but allowed him to pose her as he liked. He stared at her sex between her legs and gently parted her lips with his fingers. He didn’t see any tearing around her entrance, although she did bleed a bit from when he penetrated her earlier. He licked his thumb and placed it softly on her clit.
“It doesn’t look too bad, Babs.” He told her as he started to make soft circles with his thumb, playing with her.
“I just want you to know that what I did earlier is to give you a very small example of what I can do to you. I can do a lot worse you know.” He said in a matter of fact way. “But I don’t have to be so rough with you. You can save yourself a lot of pain if you play along with me. I don’t just mean sex stuff either. I want you to be pleasant to be around. I want you to want me. Even if you don’t really mean it, it’s in your best interest to put on a good act and make me think you do. If you can learn what it is I like and give me what I want then I really do promise that I won’t be so harsh with you.”
Barbara watched him as he spoke and he seemed sincere. She didn’t know what to think any more though. She just knew that she couldn’t leave. That he had hurt her worse than anyone ever had. That he had humiliated her and had the means of ruining her entire life at his finger tips. She couldn’t beat this man.
A silence followed as Russel continued to play with her clit, admiring the strong young lady in front of him who was cowed into submission by him. Eventually she spoke.
“I don’t even know your name.”
“That’s a little personal, Babs.” He said with a smirk. “I’ll let you know my name after we’ve gotten to know each other a little better. In the meantime just call me ‘Sir’. Or ‘Master’ if you like, that works too.”
Barbara didn’t say anything. After everything he did, the fact that he wouldn’t even give her his name seemed so unfair. He had eviscerated her identity as Batgirl and made her do perverted things she never could have imagined she’d have done in her life. Yet him telling her his name was too personal.
“Come on,” He said, tired of her hesitation. “I’m going to lie down. Sit on my face and start sucking my cock.”
He lay down on the luxurious bed and Barbara complied. There was nothing else she could do.
Russel felt her lips wrap around his cock again and he smiled as he spread her ass cheeks, taking in a different view of his favourite crime fighter. Her holes looked inviting and he was eyeing up her tight looking asshole. He started nibbling at her lips and sucking on her clit, wetting her before he slid his tongue up her hole.
No way she’s ever been fucked in the ass, he thought to himself. She’s not that kind of girl. At least she didn’t used to be.
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