The Nightmare Begins

PROLOGUE

Some sixteen months ago . . .

"Come onnnnnnn," the voice whined from behind the door.

"We want to play, too!" demanded its twin.

Jennifer and Jessica desperately wanted to partake in the trio's depraved games. Teen Supreme and Doctors Bergman and Jones, however, found the girls too young to be of serviceable age.

"Won't those brats ever shut up?" asked Dr. Sandahl Jones, top computer programmer, her mane of blonde hair pooled on the bed beside her.

"We've got to do something," chimed in Dr. Grace Bergman, pre-eminent biochemist, as she stretched her five foot, nine inch, ebony frame to its maximum, her right forearm brushing against her closely-cropped black hair. "The twerps are driving me crazy!"

The threesome lay in silence for a moment. Then Teen Supreme suddenly bolted upright. "I've just had a wonderful idea," she said conspiratorially. "Just a minute!" she cried, much louder. "We'll be right out!"

Moments later, the 16 year old girl named Tara Smith emerged, dressed in her full Teen Supreme regalia. The costume was entirely white, which matched her long, pony-tailed hair. Her eyes flashed beneath bright green eyeshade as a white-gloved right hand beckoned the two younger girls forward. "This way."

Jones and Bergman, dressed in only sports bras and tight leather pants, followed behind the three teenagers. They wondered what their new friend had in mind.

Teen Supreme led the way through the large warehouse which she had made her headquarters. The procession made its way through a heavy, padded door into a huge, dimly lit room with a high ceiling. In the chamber were three square cement tables, about four feet high and some seven feet to a side. Beyond each table was a large tank of approximately the same size.

It was eerily quiet in the chamber. Teen Supreme's words seemed to be swallowed up by the surroundings, "Jennifer, Jessica, how would you like to experience one of the traps I sprung on Batgirl, DynaGirl and ElectraWoman?"

"Cool!" gushed Jennifer.

"Awesome!" enthused Jessica.

"Excellent!" said Tara with a wide smile. "Doctors Jones, Bergman. If you will assist me."

Motioning the two older women forward, Teen Supreme made her way to a tall metal cabinet. Opening the doors, she instructed each of the doctors to remove what looked like a bizarre wet suit and lay them out on two of the tables.

Two strange human-like shapes covered adjacent grey slabs. Much stiffer than a skin diver's outfit, the forms were black with something between a rubbery and shiny plastic appearance. Surprisingly, the material seemed porous. The arms were outstretched to the side, with the fingers spread apart. Individual toes were also evident.

The limbs were intact, while the trunk and head areas were split opened, resembling nothing so much as a filleted fish. Evidently, the suits were designed for the wearers to be placed inside.

"Girls, if you will take off all of your clothes and climb inside, I'll explain how this works."

Jennifer and Jessica looked at each other, momentarily surprised. They then grinned, eagerly stripped and clambered into the suits.

Laying on their backs, each girl stuck her arms and legs into the black tubes. "Spread your fingers and toes out," Teen Supreme commanded. "That's it."

Once Jennifer's and Jessica's limbs, digits and toes were immobilized, Teen Supreme went about encasing Jennifer's torso in the material. The two scientists followed her lead and did the same to Jessica. The suits were cinched tightly around the girls, but not so tight that it touched them other than where their bodies rested upon their respective suits.

Their freckled faces beaming expectantly, the Demented Duo wondered what would come next. Already, only their heads were not covered by the stiff, black suits.

"This trap is my adaptation of a sensory deprivation, or isolation, tank," Teen Supreme explained. "The idea is to completely cut your minds off from any input from your five senses."

"Sounds groovy!" exclaimed Jennifer, without a trace of fear in her voice.

"Let's get it on!" said Jessica eagerly.

Even Teen Supreme was a little taken aback by the twins willingness to subject themselves to the procedure. "Uh, yes, well, quite." Tara walked back to the cabinet, reached down and picked up what looked like a large mixing bowl. Sticking out of a white substance that resembled vanilla frosting were two rubber spatulas. Teen Supreme sat the bowl on Jennifer's table, on the side towards Jessica.

Grabbing the handle of one of the spatulas, Tara lifted up a glob of the white paste, "We will use this material to seal up your noses, eyes and ears. It bonds to the skin and can only be removed with a special solvent, of which I have an ample supply on hand. A breathing tube will be fitted into your mouths, which, by the way, has absolutely no taste. The headpiece will then be sealed. Finally, your bodies will be suspended in the tanks behind you. The water in the tanks will flow through the suit and exactly match your body temperatures. You will then no longer experience sight, sound, smell, taste nor touch."

"I'm ready!" declared Jennifer anxiously.

"Do it!" commanded Jessica.

After a bewildered shrug towards her two companions, Teen Supreme started the process of sealing Jennifer's nostrils, while Dr. Bergman began work on Jessica. Next, grey-brown eyes disappeared behind closed lids, which were then covered with the adhesive. Then the girls sense of hearing was taken from them.

Tara carefully inserted a mouthpiece with attached snorkel into each girl's mouth. "I'll attach the tube to an air hose once they're in the tanks," she exposited. The headpieces were then closed, using the same Velcro-type strips as were on the body suits.

Lines were attached to each girl's ankles, wrists, waists, under their shoulders and to a cradle for each of their heads. They were then lifted in turn and placed on their backs inside their respective tanks. Reaching down, Tara attached the lines to hooks in the sides of the tanks. The girls floated just at the surface of the warm water. Finally, the air lines were attached and the tanks tightly sealed.

"There! That should keep them out of our hair for a while!" Tara said with a wicked smile.

Doctor Bergman, though, looked thoughtful. "Fresh air is circulated through those hoses, I trust?"

"Certainly!" Teen Supreme answered, as if insulted. "I wouldn't want my ‘victims' to die of carbon dioxide poisoning."

"May I see the intake line, please?"

"Sure," Tara said, somewhat uncertainly. She led the African-American to the apparatus.

Dr. Bergman forced her right hand into her pants front pocket. The black leather was so tight against her body, she had a hard time pulling what she wanted out. Finally, her hand emerged, holding a small plastic bag with mustard colored powder inside.

"What's that?" Teen Supreme asked.

"A high-powered hallucinogen I developed," Bergman explained. "I would expect some very interesting results under these conditions. With your permission?"

"Go ahead," Tara agreed.

Dr. Bergman sprinkled the powder into the intake vent. "At this dosage it will take a while to take effect, but when it does . . ." Her gleaming white teeth shone malevolently from her chocolate-toned face.

Jennifer felt as if she was floating . . . endlessly floating. The 14 year old had thought it would be fun to undergo one of Teen Supreme's traps for Batgirl. Although she did enjoy being restrained and Jen found it kind of interesting to be cut off from her senses, already this was becoming . . . boring.

Then, slowly, a tension developed within Jennifer. An undefined need gnawed at her, demanding to be fulfilled. Her brain became hungry, even desperate, for any stimulus. Several of her muscles twitched, but Jennifer wasn't even aware of it.

The tension within grew higher and higher. The teen was becoming absolutely starved for any sensation, any at all! ‘So this is the torture of absolute nothingness,' Jennifer thought. ‘Not bad . . .'

Then a disquieting question occurred to the young thrill-seeker, ‘I wonder how long Teen Supreme is going to leave us like this?' Before she had long to contemplate that issue, though, the nature of the experience suddenly changed.

A kalidescope of vivid colors suddenly flashed through Jennifer's mind. From the brightest reds to mind-numbing blues, she experienced a rainbow in ways she never had before. Jen didn't just "see" the colors, she heard them, smelled them, tasted them and felt them!

How long this lasted, Jennifer couldn't say, but slowly the light show was replaced by a presence in her mind. It was like another person touched her thoughts, was in her brain.

She had always felt extremely close to her twin sister. She and Jessica often seemed to have the same reactions and ideas. Now, though, it was is if she could "speak" directly to her sibling, telepathically. ‘Jessica, is that you?'

Three days later . . .

Tara Smith was exhausted. She lay back on her lounge chair, slowly sipping her ice-cold Dr. Pepper. She couldn't recall ever feeling so satiated. These had been three of the best days of her life . . . although she couldn't quite shake the feeling she had forgotten something . . .

BOOM!

"What the hell was that?" Dr. Bergman asked, her head titled back, looking at Tara upside down.

The noise had come from down the hall. "The twins!" Dr. Jones suddenly remembered. "We forgot all about them!"

"Oh, God!" Tara exclaimed as she led a charge out of the the bedroom and through the warehouse. What she and the others saw when they opened the door to the Isolation Tank room stunned them all.

Somehow, the lids of the girls' tanks had been blown off and become imbedded in the ceiling. Not only that, but Jennifer and Jessica had escaped. They now stood, still encased in their dripping wet rubber/plastic suits, holding hands and facing the three women who had forsaken them.

There was nothing Teen Supreme could say, since Jennifer and Jessica could not hear her. There was nothing for Tara to hear, because the girls mouths were still plugged with the breathing tubes. All of a sudden, however, Teen Supreme felt herself being forced forward, toward the pair.

The youthful super-villainess walked stiffly, like a zombie. "Tara! What's wrong?" Dr. Jones cried.

There was a bright flash, then a WHOOMPH! Jones and Bergman were thrown by some unseen force back across the room and into the far wall. Their bodies slumped into unconsciousness.

Teen Supreme was compelled to free first Jennifer's and then Jessica's heads from the rubber-like cocoon and remove their mouthpieces. Tara then found herself going to the cabinet to retrieve the solvent that would return the girls to the world of sights, sounds and smells.

GOTHAM CITY. THE PRESENT . . .

It was a chilly mid-November morning in the financial district. As such, bank teller Milo Manaro was more than a little surprised when twin young women, about 16 years old, approached his window dressed only in tight shorts, tankinis and high boots. They and their outfits were identical, except one girl's pony tail hung from the right side of her head and her costume was decorated with hearts. Her twin's hair tended to her left and bright, four-petaled flowers decorated this teen's attire. They each carried a large brown cloth bag.

Milo cleared his throat, "*Ahem* How may I help you ladies?"

"Fill these bags up with the money out of your cash drawer, please," the heart-clad girl ordered politely.

The teller was so shocked, for a moment he was struck dumb. The girls didn't seem to have any weapons. "Is this some kind of joke?" he finally managed to stammer.

The girls looked at each other and grinned. Then they looked at Milo and held hands.

Instantly, Manaro started to feel very strange. His necktie suddenly seemed too tight around his collar. He took a series of very deep breaths. He turned and looked at Ms. O'Donnell, working the window next to his. She had always been pleasant to him, but he had never had any serious romantic feelings for her. Suddenly, she was irresistable!

The flower-clad girl said, "Oh, don't bother. We'll just help ourselves . . ." Milo started pawing at his co-worker.

"Mr. Manaro!! What are you doing?!" Ms. O'Donnell cried. In seconds she was in full retreat as Milo pursued her.

". . . and from your friend's drawer, too," the "flower child" concluded.

*****

Meanwhile, Barbara Gordon was in her apartment, enjoying a well-deserved day off. Since Myrtle had been shot during The Bookworm affair, Barbara had been on duty every day the library was open. As her Batgirl duties had continued unabated as well, Babs was looking forward to a day just puttering around her apartment. That didn't keep her from having her police scanner system operative, though . . .

Ping!

A subtle alarm alerted her to check her computer monitor. An alarm had been tripped at a bank in the financial district. If she hurried, she might be able to get there before the police . . . and Batman and Robin.

She quickly made her way to the bedroom and activated her new and improved hidden switch. In less than a minute she had changed into her Batgirl costume and was making her way through the portal to the freight elevator containing the Batgirlcycle.

Before long Batgirl made her grand entrance into the bank. Her eyes were greeted by a bizarre sight.

Throughout the bank, customers, tellers, executives and even a bank guard and two police were locked in various amorous positions! For example, a little old lady of about 80 years of age was passionately kissing the bank guard, who seemed about twenty years her junior. A bank executive in his mid-40s was on top of a twenty-something female customer, spread out on the floor.

No matter where Batgirl looked, though, there were no signs of aggression or attacks. As far as she could tell, all these trysts were purely consensual!

Finally, Batgirl spotted two young female figures with plenty of skin showing, their backs to the crime fighter as they helped themselves to yet another drawer full of cash. The duo had seemed to have escaped the "carnage."

"Hold it right there, little ladies." As Batgirl spoke, the twins turned to look at her. Although their costumes, what little there was to them, were new to her, Batgirl thought their faces looked vaguely familiar.

"Shouldn't you both be in school?" Batgirl asked.

The heart girl put her left hand in the flower girl's right. They both giggled, "Tee hee hee hee hee."

To Batgirl's amazement, the twins' eyes began to glow! They looked like the alien children from Village of the Damned!

Then, even more amazingly, an uncontrollable urge began to build within the Dark Knight Damsel. "Wha . . ." Batgirl began, "Suddenly, I feel so . . . warm."

Batgirl fell to her knees as feelings of desire welled up within. "Oh! What's happening to me? Ooo! Oh wow!"

"I'm Passion," the heart-covered teen introduced. "She's Ecstasy . . . and you're both!"

"Hee hee hee hee hee," giggled the girls as they ran out of the bank, their money sacks filled to overflowing.

Batgirl was so turned on, she could hardly think straight. ‘What have those girls done to me? Who were they?' were the only coherent thoughts she could manage as she battled the lust racking her body.

Fortunately for Batgirl, in a way, the next person to enter the bank was neither Batman nor Robin, but Police Commissioner Gordon! The sight of her father snapped Batgirl out of the spell the Terrible Twins had cast on her.

"Batgirl!" the Commissioner cried as he surveyed a scene out of an ancient Roman orgy. "What the devil's going on here?!"

Batgirl was able to compose herself and rise to her feet before she embarrassed herself in front of her "Daddy." "Two new arch-criminals have just struck Gotham City, Commissioner," she announced. "They're two teenage girls, who seem to possess a most unusual super-power!"

"Who are they?" the Commissioner asked.

"They call themselves Passion and Ecstasy." Then a revelation hit the Dominoed Daredoll! "But we know them under their old names - Jennifer and Jessica, the twin former henchgirls of Nora Clavicle!"

"I wondered what happened to them," the Commissioner mused. "They hadn't been seen since they escaped from the Secret Service two summers ago."

"Well, they're back now," Batgirl said with resignation. "All grown-up and with abilities unlike any we've ever seen."

The disguised daughter of the Commissioner looked at the debauchery going on around them in the bank. "I'll leave it to you and your police force to . . . uh . . . restore order here, Commissioner. I'll get after those two before they cause any more trouble!"

With that, Batgirl bolted through the door, leaving the Commissioner to deal with the situation.

Gordon clapped his hands and then shouted, "Ladies! Gentlemen! Please!" The civil servant might as well have been yelling at a tornado. ‘I'll have to get Chief O'Hara to help me with this one . . .' he thought, without much hope.

Elsewhere, within a posh estate purchased with ill-gotten gains from heists pulled off far from Gotham . . .

Jennifer, now known as Passion, lay on her back on an expensive dining room table, her boots hanging over the top of a high-backed chair. "Want to rob another bank? Or how about a bakery for some doughnuts!?"

"Nah," her sister replied. "How about the toy store?"

"Yeah!" answered Passion. "That'll be fun!"

Meanwhile, at a carrel in the Gotham State University library, Dick Grayson puzzled over the recent disappearance of two of his fellow students. Jenny Akasofu was in his Econ 101 class and he had a nodding acquaintance with her friend, Delisha, from the track team.

Jenny and Delisha hadn't been seen in about a week. All their clothes and personal items were still in their dorm rooms. It wasn't like either one of them to cut class and he knew Jenny wouldn't have voluntarily missed yesterday's swim meet for anything.

Their parents hadn't heard from them . . . or from a kidnapper. Neither Campus Security nor the Gotham City P.D. had any leads. Dick decided that it was about time for Robin to become involved in the case.

After closing hours in F. A. O. Swartz, on fashionable Fifteenth Avenue, Passion and Ecstasy helped themselves to their pick of the most expensive toys. Ecstasy dropped a designer teddy bear into the sack her sister was holding, just as Batgirl appeared.

"You don't even worry about tripping alarms, do you?" Batgirl asked rhetorically. "I thought this might be your level of crime.

"All right, Jennifer, Jessica. Turn around real slow . . . and none of that hand-holding business."

"Her again?" questioned Passion, annoyed at being called her old name.

"Let's zap her!" declared Ecstasy.

"Cut that oouuut?!?!" Batgirl thought she could handle their attack better a second time, but to her dismay, she learned the full extent of the pair's powers when they concentrated on one victim. Instantly she was lost in red-hot oblivion.

"Holy Purple Passion! Batgirl?" Robin, the Teen Titan, answered the alarm directly from campus and arrived at the toy store without Batman. "What have you done to her?"

"We gave her an I. P. O.." responded Passion.

"An I. P. O.?" asked Robin, confused. "An Initial Public Offering?"

"No, Boy Wonder," explained Ecstasy. "An Instant Perpetual Orgasm! We sent her to her very own Fantasy Island . . . where you're about to join her!"

Again the Terrible Twins hands met. Before Robin knew what hit him, he was blasted with the girls' psychic force. Robin and Batgirl staggered back to back, straining not to look at each other's desirable bodies as they swam, open-mouthed, in the throws of unbridled urges.

Passion and Ecstasy stood next to each other, white smiles evilly beaming from their cherubic faces, as they admired their handiwork. "You know they're going to keep buggin' us," Ecstasy observed. "Let's get rid of ‘em."

"Yeah," agreed Passion, "but how? It's gotta be fun."

"How about these?" Ecstasy suggested.

*****

As playtime wound to a close, Batgirl and Robin found their personal I. P. O.'s climaxing as abruptly as they began. They discovered, however, that awareness sprung a new peril about them.

"What is this?" Robin croaked.

" . . . can barely breath . . ." Batgirl gasped.

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