<Batgirl> City hall is in an uproar, frantically trying to reach Batgirl to no avail. The Commissioner and Chief O'Hara are beginning to give up hope, when, an hour from the appointed time, Batgirl steps into the Commissioner's office. Commissioner Gordon is determined to send backup with Batgirl, but Batgirl adamantly refuses, citing that it could cost the girl's life to defy the order. Within minutes, Batgirl is on the batcycle, racing towards the factory to face the captor.
* The Manipulator watches from his surveillance cameras and grins as Faux gives him a shoulder rub.
* Batgirl pulls the batcycle up in front of the darkened factory as the clock at city hall chimes midnight.
* Batgirl scales the chain link fence agilely, crossing the parking lot, only to find the door to the factory chained.
<The Manipulator> **You notice a series of exhaust vents above you on the roof.**
<The Manipulator> **You bring out your batrope and scale the wall to the top.**
* Batgirl sets her grappling hook firmly against the roof and within minutes stands on the roof, slipping easily into one of the vents.
<The Manipulator> **When your feet touch the floor, all is dark, you don your nitevision glasses.**
<The Manipulator> **You hear scuttling about, approximately 25 yards away.**
* Batgirl crawls through the vents, following the soft echo of voices that increases in volume as she works on pinpointing their location.
<The Manipulator> **Suddenly, the bottom gives way. A trapdoor!**
* Batgirl falls through the door, landing gracefully on her feet and quickly scanning the room for her opponent.
<The Manipulator> **The room is large and empty, then suddenly, the lights come on!**
* Batgirl is blinded for a few seconds, her eyes struggling adjust from the total darkness to the light.
<The Manipulator> **Before your eyes can adjust, Faux somersaults toward you and greets you with a kick to the midsection!**
<The Manipulator> **You feel a chop to the small of your back. Facade has joined her.**
* Batgirl reacts almost simultaneously, hand catching Faux's ankle midair, as she clutches her stomach.
* Batgirl spins quickly, giving Facade a sharp whipkick to the neck.
* Batgirl pulls up on Faux's ankle as she falls hard to the floor.
<The Manipulator> **Faux flips back and away. Facade wipes a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth and grins.**
<The Manipulator> **Both now respect your prowess and circle you cautiously.**
* Batgirl assumes a martial arts position--guard up--waiting for them to strike.
* Batgirl curls the corners of her mouth curls in a wry grin, knowing she was underestimated.
<The Manipulator> **And they do. Faux kicks you hard in the right thigh, penetrating the muscle deep. Facade cracks you across the jaw, leaving you with the same little gift you bestowed upon her.**
* Batgirl quickly grabs at an overhead duct, raising herself from the floor, swinging her legs hard, cracking them both in the jaws, tossing them back against a brick wall.
<The Manipulator> **They look at one another, then back at you then to one another again...and nod.**
<The Manipulator> **Both encircle you again, loosely hopping on the balls of their feet like boxers, ready to attack you with jute keen do.**
<The Manipulator> **Facade says, "Now sister, let's show this bitch how we really play."**
<The Manipulator> **Facade zeroes in and lets loose with a quick flurry, poking you in the eye, and immediately doubles back out of your reach.**
<The Manipulator> **Faux nails you in the ribs with two short kicks and scurries back. The sisters circle you, laughing.**
* Batgirl blinks, eyes watering, then spins quickly, leg extended, kicking the sisters hard once again, knocking them to the floor like dominoes.
<The Manipulator> **Facade's head smacks off the concrete. Her eyes flutter a little as she tries to regroup. Faux rebounds catlike to her feet, backflips in, spins, grabs you by your batears to knee you in the face.**
* Batgirl brings her strong arms up between Faux's, snapping them from her ears and snatches Faux's wrists, grabbing tight, quickly securing them with the batrope.
<Batgirl> "Now maybe you little girls want to introduce me to your daddy?"
<The Manipulator> **Faux's eyes burn with hatred as she pulls against your ropes.**
* Batgirl grins, arm squeezed tight around Faux's throat, threatening death if Facade moves any closer.
<The Manipulator> **Facade wobbles to her feet and circles in for one more attack and growls "Cunt! You will beg for mercy."*
<The Manipulator> ** Behind you, you hear a single pair of hands applaud.**
* Batgirl 's elbow raises Facade's chin just a bit, signaling a willingness to snap her neck.
* Batgirl speaks, not turning her head. "Well, well."
<The Manipulator> **A man emerges from the shadows, dressed in a black pinstripe suit with burgundy shirt and black tie, sporting a walking stick--THE MANIPULATOR.**
<Batgirl> "Daddy's home."
<The Manipulator> "Forgive my charges, Batgirl. I wanted to make sure you had broken a sweat before you encountered me."
<Batgirl> "I think your little girls need to be taught some manners."
* Batgirl chuckles.
<The Manipulator> "Batgirl, they are irrelevant right now. It is you and I. For your peace of mind, you may subdue them any way you wish to ensure they do not interfere with our...business."
* Batgirl tosses Facade to the floor roughly, kicking her in the stomach as she does.
<Batgirl> "I'm not worried about them. They prove no threat to me."
<The Manipulator> **Facade gasps and crawls across the floor to her master's feet. She touches his leg and glares at Batgirl.**
<Batgirl> "Where is the girl?"
<The Manipulator> **Faux runs up to the Manipulator pouting, holding her bound hands out. He snips her bonds.**
<Batgirl> "I'm here. Let her go."
<The Manipulator> "Patience, Batgirl. It is I who hold the cards. Remember that. We will get to that. I did not say that your presence would ensure her release. You need to read more closely."
* Batgirl turns to walk from the room, mumbling about finding the girl herself.
<The Manipulator> "Batgirl? How can you walk away when your ankles are stuck together?"
<Batgirl> "Wha...?"
<The Manipulator> **You look down and your boots have melted together into one solid piece...
<The Manipulator>...and your arms are immobile.**
* Batgirl in struggling to move them, falls hard to the floor.
<The Manipulator> **You look down and the armored fabric of your sleeves melt into your sides.**
* Batgirl looks at you, confused, unsure of what's happening.
<The Manipulator> kneels next to you and grins.
* Batgirl hears Faux and Facade are cackling.
<The Manipulator> "You see my dear, there is a good reason why I am a SUPER villain..."
* Batgirl squirms, demanding that you let her go.
<The Manipulator> "...why my goals lie beyond bottomfeeder bankjobs and other petty crap..."
* Batgirl 's muscles flex visibly as she struggles futilely against her bonds.
<The Manipulator> "...and I will use my power to break you from the inside...**taps your forehead**...out."
* The Manipulator gently touches your cheek.
* Batgirl squirms backward, away from your hand.
* The Manipulator grabs your chin roughly.
<The Manipulator> "We have only just begun. There is a reason why I asked for you and only you."
* Batgirl looks deep into your eyes, searching for a meaning--for a clue to your purpose.
* The Manipulator leans in close, nose nearly touching yours.
<The Manipulator> "I will snap your spirit, Batgirl--break you from the inside out."
* Batgirl snarls at you through gritted teeth. "You can try, but you will not succeed."
* The Manipulator bites your cheek and grins.
* Batgirl suppresses her reaction to the bite, jaw set squarely, unmoving.
<The Manipulator> "Oh? What is it I see in your eyes? Of course...you are angry, ready to break me in half in the name of justice...but for a brief moment I thought I saw..."
<The Manipulator> "Hmmm..."
<The Manipulator> "...and your face is rather flushed..."
<The Manipulator> "Oh my..."
<The Manipulator> "You're getting turned on...aren't you?"
<The Manipulator> "Why, I think you are!"
<The Manipulator> MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
* Batgirl growls, "By you? Hardly!"
* Batgirl struggles, once again trying to break the bonds, to move her arms from her side even just a bit.
<The Manipulator> **Your suit squeezes against you more tightly...enhancing your curves even more.**
<Batgirl> "Let the girl go."
<The Manipulator> "Yes. A part of you savors this. The darkest part of your soul cries out for it."
<Batgirl> "No. You're wrong."
<The Manipulator> "We'll get to that, Batgirl. In the meantime..."
* The Manipulator backs away from you and snaps his fingers.
<The Manipulator> **Suddenly, you are lying on the floor and your suit has returned to normal.**
* Batgirl quickly springs to her feet, ready to attack.
<The Manipulator> "You seem to have a spot on your uniform, Batgirl."
* Batgirl chuckles and ignores your comment, walking closer to you.
<The Manipulator> "Uh...between your legs...it's getting...rather noticeable."
* The Manipulator still has his cane in his hand, not letting his guard down, while he taunts you.
<The Manipulator> "I'm serious. Rather unsightly for a superheroine, I would think. Robin would be sooooooo jealous."
* Batgirl refuses to look, but instinctively pauses and closes her legs, crossing them.
<Batgirl> "You think you can embarrass me?"
<The Manipulator> "Yes, Batgirl. You will curse my name while you spasm from pleasure."
<Batgirl> "If embarrassment is the best you have to offer, you're in deep shit, sicko."
<The Manipulator> "You've seen but a portion of the pleasures that await you in ultimate humiliation."
<Batgirl> "I've seen nothing but mind games. Nothing more."
<Batgirl> "Let...the...girl....go..."
* Batgirl 's voice is tight, tense...forceful.
<The Manipulator> "I tell you right now...do not go off and try to find the girl. I know where she is. She is close and with the push of a button in my pocket, she will die if you set off to look for her. You see Batgirl, you still don't seem to get it."
* Batgirl says, with less force and conviction,"You're bluffing,"
<The Manipulator> "Tasting your softness and consuming you is not a side benefit of this operation. IT IS THE MAIN PURPOSE!!!!"
* Batgirl begins to back up, moving slowly towards the door, as her eyes focus on you, realizing the intensity of your purpose.
"THIS IS WHAT I CALL OPERATION BATFUCK!"
* The Manipulator jabs a finger in your direction.
<The Manipulator> "And trust me, Batgirl..."
* The Manipulator grins, carnivorously, eyes burning with lust as he steps toward you.
<The Manipulator> "...I want all you got. In fact, if you defeat me she will not die."
<The Manipulator> "I want all your anger all your fury, all your power!"
<The Manipulator> "I want the Batgirl to come at me willing to snap my fucking neck!"
<The Manipulator> "Because in the end, when you crack...I will know I truly broke you."
<The Manipulator> "If you win, she goes free. If not, the ransom bullshit will continue. The only way you actually jeopardize her life is if you go and hunt for her."
* Batgirl dives hard at your knees, without hesitation, tackling you, bringing you hard to the floor.
<The Manipulator> "OOF! Now, of course, I can change the rules anytime!"
* The Manipulator jabs you hard in the throat and doubles back, scrambling to get to his feet.
* Batgirl stands quickly, grabbing your ankles, flipping you, ready to tie you.
* The Manipulator grabs his cane in time...
* The Manipulator ...and raises the tip to your face.
* Batgirl grabs the tip, pulling it from her face, diverting the force.
* Batgirl uses the leverage to toss you back to the floor.
<The Manipulator> **A jet of pepperspray shoots out. Just a small dose actually hits you as I tumble.**
* Batgirl 's eyes tear as she blinks, coughing, trying to stay on her feet.
* The Manipulator 's foot slams into your midsection.
* Batgirl doubles over, using her hands on the floor to keep from falling.
* The Manipulator chops you in the sternum...
* The Manipulator ..then viciously crushes his fist into your left kidney.
<Batgirl> "Arrrrgggggggghhhhh...!!!"
<The Manipulator> **One of the girls tosses me a length of rope.**
* Batgirl finds the pain too much now.
* Batgirl doubles over but uses the opportunity to ram her shoulders into your knees and toss you backward again.
* The Manipulator backhands you, and your head snaps to one side.
* The Manipulator falls back.
* The Manipulator rises and removes his jacket and his tie and shirt, leaving only his sweaty tanktop from the waist up.
* The Manipulator moves back in.
* Batgirl grabs the batarang, whipping it at you with all her force, hitting you squarely in the forehead.
<The Manipulator> "AGGHHH!"
* The Manipulator staggers, shaking his head.
* Batgirl lunges at you, shoulder to your stomach.
<The Manipulator> "Oof!"
* Batgirl 's elbow lands in your crotch.
<The Manipulator> "AIGGGH!"
* The Manipulator lashes out with a vicious chop to your temple.
* Batgirl elbow smashes you in the face, forcing you backward, against the wall.
<Batgirl> "Uuuuummmmmph!"
* The Manipulator cracks you in your other temple, still reeling from your attack.
* Batgirl pins you, forearm across your throat.
* The Manipulator slides his chin under your forearm and BITES!!!
<Batgirl> "Aarrrrgghhh!!!"
* Batgirl brings her knee up between your legs.
* The Manipulator ducks out just in time before you pulverize his genitals, and your knee smacks into the wall.
* Batgirl screams as she hears what sounds like a bone snapping.
* Batgirl falls to the floor, immobilized.
* Batgirl feels something slide about your neck--something scaly.
* Batgirl feels at her throat as a python begins to squeeze.
* Batgirl clutches at it, slipping her fingers between it and her throat, allowing just enough room to breathe.
* The Manipulator comes up cracks you squarely in the forehead with his fist, then again.
* Batgirl pulls desperately at it as the grip tightens, her legs scrambling for traction on the floor.
grins as your eyes cross.
* The Manipulator 's knuckles hurt but he barely notices.
* Batgirl feels herself losing consciousness but fights the blackness closing in.
* The Manipulator produces the rope, turns you over on your belly as your consciousness wanes and lashes your wrists tightly, palms together.
* The Manipulator ties your thumbs with another short length of rope.
The_Manipulator> "I wonder if your elbows touch? We'll find out."
* The Manipulator wraps cord just above each elbow and pulls tight.
* The Manipulator jams his knee in your back to get more leverage.
* Batgirl regains consciousness as your knee hits her back.
* Batgirl struggles, wriggling, disoriented.
* The Manipulator stands you up to face him, holding your wobbling form upright.
* The Manipulator grabs the snake and pulls it off you.
* Batgirl 's eyes widen as she realizes what had been choking her.
<The Manipulator> **The snake fades into nothingness.**
* The Manipulator laughs.
* Batgirl tries to speak, but only a hoarse rasp escapes.
* The Manipulator snaps his fingers and the girls run off and return carrying a long oak dining table.
<The Manipulator> "Just leave it right there ladies."
* The Manipulator lifts your chin.
* Batgirl 's face betrays her stunned confusion, her clouded brain unable to process what's happening.
<The Manipulator> "I need a new fuckpony, Batgirl."
* The Manipulator licks the side of your face.
<The Manipulator> "Will you be my fuckpony?"
* The Manipulator 's right hand slides up your side, to your breast.
* Batgirl turns her face away from you, obviously struggling against her bonds.
<The Manipulator> "Why is your nipple hard?"
* The Manipulator pinches it between his thumb and forefinger to keep you from backing away.
* Batgirl 's chest heaves against your hand as she struggle to speak, breathing getting more shallow.
<The Manipulator> "Tell me, Batgirl. Tell me why after I've beaten you and trussed you like this...you want me to fuck you."
* Batgirl opens her mouth, managing a hoarse whisper. "Please....nooo..."
<The Manipulator> 's free hand grasps you between your legs hard.
<The Manipulator> "Oh, my."
* The Manipulator raises his hand, damp with your moisture, to his mouth.
* The Manipulator licks it off his finger.
* Batgirl refuses to watch, an embarrassed flush creeping across her cheeks.
<The Manipulator> "Hmmm..."
<The Manipulator> "Faux! Bring me the chair!"
* The Manipulator Faux immediately returns with a solid, armless oak dining room chair.
* Batgirl manages a small, "Please...don't."
<The Manipulator> "Don't what, Batgirl?
<The Manipulator> Don't what?"
<The Manipulator> I walk you over to the chair and sit you down.
* Batgirl bites her bottom lip, refusing to give you the pleasure of hearing her say it.
* Batgirl sighs in relief as the weight is taken off her now throbbing leg.
<The Manipulator> "Don't fuck me, Manipulator. Please don't rip me open and make me enjoy it again and again."
* The Manipulator binds your right ankle with several lengths of rope to the chair leg...
* The Manipulator ...then your left ankle.
* Batgirl even in her pain and desperation manages a sarcastic laugh.
* Batgirl squeaks, "No worries about my enjoying it."
* The Manipulator gently presses his finger against the wet spot between your legs.
<The Manipulator> "Yes, you're right. I have no worries about that."
* Batgirl squirms, with nowhere to go.
* Batgirl presses her ass back against the chair, moving as far from your finger as she can.
* The Manipulator likes that.
<The Manipulator> "We've only just begun....MWAHAHAHA!"
* Batgirl glares at you, feeling helpless, ignoring the instinct to rub against your finger..hating that need.
* The Manipulator looks at you in your tight molded suit, your wellmuscled arms pulling against the bonds cutting into your flesh.
* The Manipulator steps back for a moment and leans against the table to watch you struggle.
* Batgirl senses you're enjoying the struggle, and stops, motionless, grinning slyly.
* The Manipulator loves the way your bosom heaves as you try in vain to break free.
* The Manipulator relishes knowing how your elbows hurt, touching so closely.
* The Manipulator grins.
* The Manipulator picks up his cane.
<Batgirl> "Please, let the girl go. It's me you want."
<The Manipulator> "Are you conceding defeat, Batgirl?"
<Batgirl> "Hardly."
* Batgirl chuckles.
* The Manipulator walks toward you with his cane raised.
<The Manipulator> "You saw the little attachment at the bottom...now, in the top, though--that took some spending..."
<The Manipulator> "A lot of technology for this..."
<The Manipulator> **A sharp, 3-inch blade pops out from the top.**
<The Manipulator> "Adamhughesmantium."
* Batgirl 's back arches, whole body tensing as she sees the blade.
<The Manipulator> "So far, the only thing that can cut through the armored fabric you wear..."
<The Manipulator> "It took me millions--and a couple years of bending the right arms...filling the right pockets--but now, it will all be worth it."
* The Manipulator stands in front of you.
* Batgirl squirms, the chair sliding backwards on the smooth floor.
* The Manipulator lets the blade's tip glide gently over your thigh...up to your breasts.
* Batgirl 's breathing quickens.
* Batgirl stays perfectly still, the blade so close, a move will cause it to cut the fabric.
* Batgirl 's brain is working, grasping at straws.
* The Manipulator pinches the cloth covering your right nipple, with his free hand detaching the blade from the cane's tip and, as the walking stick clatters to the floor, kneels before you at eye level.
* The Manipulator cuts out a hole around your nipple so the hard bud can poke through in the open air, exposed.
* Batgirl says sharply "Manipulator..."
The_Manipulator> "Yes, my dear?" I say as I pinch your nip.
<Batgirl> "You can have me this way, that much is obvious..."
<The Manipulator> "Go on..."
* Batgirl winces.
<Batgirl> "...but...what a triumph it would be...to have a willing fuck from me, no?"
<The Manipulator> "Don't mind me while I play. I am listening."
* The Manipulator bites your nipple.
* Batgirl licks her lips, teasing you, her tongue running slowly over her bottom lip, lips now covered in wetness.
* The Manipulator looks up at you, eyes narrowed.
<Batgirl> "Release the girl, and..."
<The Manipulator> "No."
<Batgirl> "...you...can have...me...willingly."
<The Manipulator> "No chance. You must defeat me for her to go free. Those are the terms."
<Batgirl> "Well, it's pretty obvious that's not going to happen, now isn't it?"
<The Manipulator> "Ha! You play mindgames with me! You think I will believe you concede defeat that easily?"
<Batgirl> "How nice it would be. Just think...to fuck me...not a cold unwilling partner, but one whose hips thrust to meet yours."
* The Manipulator cuts out the cloth so he can cradle your entire breast in his hand.
<The Manipulator> "Hmmmm...I tell you what, Batgirl..."
* Batgirl sits quietly, calmly, waiting.
<The Manipulator> "I will test your truthfulness."
<Batgirl> "Test me. Go ahead."
* The Manipulator stands up and undoes his belt buckle
* The Manipulator slides off his pants and lets them fall to the floor, kicking them aside.
* Batgirl sits, unflinching, no hint of expression on her face.
* The Manipulator stands, straddling you, so his crotch is at face level
* The Manipulator grasps his swollen cock, red and seeping, shiny at the tip, out of his boxers, stroking it just an inch from your mouth.
<The Manipulator> "If the Batgirl is truly willing to give it up, she won't bite."
* Batgirl stifles a gasp, unwilling to allow you any reaction.
* The Manipulator grins.
* Batgirl says, "No," firmly.
* The Manipulator swabs some of his cum from his penis and licks it off his finger.
<Batgirl> "The girl goes free first."
<The Manipulator> "Mmmhmmm. That, my dear, is the only way."
* Batgirl wracks her brain, trying to think of an alternative, feeling the weight of the girl's life resting on her decision.
<The Manipulator> "I am growing tired of these games. Suck me off, Batgirl, then I will know you will give willingly--and the girl is that much closer to freedom..."
<The Manipulator> "...but first, you must back your words with action."
<Batgirl> "How do I know you won't get off, then renege?"
* The Manipulator smears his precum on your chin.
<The Manipulator> "You don't."
* The Manipulator looks at your exposed tit and strokes himself.
* Batgirl 's body reacts instinctively at the sight of your cock, her hips harder to control, wetness between her legs.
<Batgirl> "Then I guess we have no deal. Can't blame a girl for trying."
* Batgirl winks at you.
* The Manipulator kneels back down and with his knife cuts a hole out for your other breast then cuts the little bit of fabric between them, leaving your bosom totally naked.
<The Manipulator> "Take it in your mouth, and negotiations continue. But, since that won't happen..."
* Batgirl 's breasts are full, round, swollen from arousal--the nipples pink and hard.
* The Manipulator straddles you and squats down on your lap, taking care not to rest all of his weight down.
<The Manipulator> "You are a good actor, Batgirl."
* The Manipulator presses his dick between your tits.
* The Manipulator grabs a breast in each hand and crushes them around his hard cock and pumps.
* Batgirl gasps softly before she can stifle it.
* The Manipulator feels you cracking.
* Batgirl whispers, "Please...stop."
The_Manipulator> "Shhhh.."
* The Manipulator 's juice is slick, coating your breasts as his hardness is hot, sliding against you.
* Batgirl 's breathing quickens, as she feels herself slipping, so close to temptation...fighting so hard now.
* The Manipulator grins and pulls back. "Look, Batgirl, our audience likes the show."
* Batgirl 's pussy is throbbing, hips grinding slightly.
<Batgirl> "Audience?"
* Batgirl looks around quickly.
<The Manipulator> **Facade is sitting between Faux's legs with her back to her, and Faux's hand is down the front of her catsuit, playing with her tit as she nibbles at her ear...**
<The Manipulator> **...and they watch.**
<The Manipulator> "Aren't they pretty?"
* Batgirl sighs, once again able to fight, but keeping her hips still.
* Batgirl lets you touch her without a word--without a movement in reaction.
<Batgirl> "So, your chief claim to villainy is depravity?"
* Batgirl chuckles.
<Batgirl> "I have to admit--it is original."
* The Manipulator reaches under the chair and flips a latch. **The chair's bottom falls out, leaving just enough wood to rest your luscious ass against.**
<The Manipulator> **The front piece also pops out, leaving your pussy helpless, defenseless.**
* The Manipulator grins and takes off his top.
<Batgirl> "You'll end up in Arkham for this..."
* Batgirl snarls.
<Batgirl> "...I promise you."
* The Manipulator leans close, twirling the white, sweaty cloth in his hands.
<The Manipulator> "Arkham? your threats are growing trite..."
<The Manipulator> "...cliched..."
<The Manipulator> "Arkham this and Arkham that."
<Batgirl> "It's too bad..."
* Batgirl shakes her head, voice trailing off.
<Batgirl> "...too bad this is the only way you can get women."
* Batgirl shakes her head again.
<Batgirl> "Tsk tsk tsk. Even Faux and Facade don't seem interested in you."
<The Manipulator> "That isn't what this is about. This about you, Batgirl."
* Batgirl laughs wickedly.
<Batgirl> "Oooh! Is that how we're describing it? Okay."
* Batgirl nods, patronizingly.
* The Manipulator eases the cloth around the back of your neck.
<The Manipulator> "Shhh."
* The Manipulator pulls, stretching it around, forcing the two ends between your teeth.
* Batgirl 's mouth is forced into a grimace as you pull the cloth tight.
* The Manipulator pulls as tight as he can, stretching the ends around the back of your head again, making the fabric cut deeply into your cheeks...the corners of your mouth.
<Batgirl> "Uummmmmphhh."
* Batgirl winces as the fabric cuts.
* The Manipulator ties the knot and pulls tighter still, then knots it again. The gag is so tight you cannot even close your lips around it.
* Batgirl 's struggling suddenly become frantic, furious, as she becomes determined to break free.
<Batgirl> "Uuummmm...mmmmmpphhh...!!!!!"
<The Manipulator> "Yes, Batgirl. Very good."
* Batgirl glares at you, the whole chair shaking, bouncing with the force of her struggling.
* The Manipulator watches you pant for breath and cradles your face roughly in his hands, thumbs stroking your bulging cheeks.
<Batgirl> "MMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!!!!!"
* The Manipulator touches your bare pussy for the first time with his free hand, barely grazing the lips with his middle finger.
<The Manipulator> "You are so, so wet, Batgirl. You were willing to begin with."
<Batgirl> **A long, loud sigh echoes in the room.**
<Batgirl> "Uuuuummmmppph!!"
* Batgirl shakes her head frantically.
<The Manipulator> **Your nostrils flare as you try to catch your breath, and my finger moves up a little.**
* The Manipulator smiles as he feels the swollen little bud of your clit.
* Batgirl 's full breasts are rising and falling faster and faster, as she struggles to catch her breath.
* Batgirl 's breathing turns to panting quickly, the pace becoming quicker as your slide your finger over her clit.
* The Manipulator clutches your face again--this time with one hand--as he rubs in tight firm little circles on your hot button.
* Batgirl 's muscles, tight from struggling, tense now even more as she feels herself getting soooo close.
<Batgirl> "Uummmmpph...mmmpphhhh!!...MMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
* The Manipulator removes his hand from your clit. You can see your nectar shining on my finger.
* Batgirl 's body relaxes for just a moment as you pull your hand away.
* The Manipulator touches his finger to your lips, quivering around your gag, and coats them with your arousal.
* Batgirl turns her face away quickly, still struggling to breathe through the gag.
* The Manipulator wrenches your face toward him and licks the taste of your pussy off your lips.
<The Manipulator> "Yes, Batgirl. Sweet fruit indeed. Wouldn't you say so?"
<Batgirl> "Mmmmmpppphhhh!"
* Batgirl 's eyes are narrow, hateful, desperate.
* The Manipulator runs his tongue over your lips once more.
<The Manipulator> "Yes...that's my little hellcat now..."
* Batgirl 's teeth clamp down on your tongue.
<The Manipulator> "You want to fuck, don't you?"
<The Manipulator> "Aaiggh!"
* The Manipulator pulls back, tasting a little blood.
* Batgirl laughs through her gag, mocking you.
* The Manipulator kneels back down and this time slide his middle finger inside you.
<The Manipulator> "Keep laughing, bitch."
<Batgirl> "Uuuuuummmmmppphhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"
* Batgirl 's eyes widen as your finger slides deeper.
* The Manipulator slides it in, keeping it tight against your walls....inside just enough...and finds it...
* The Manipulator ...Your g-spot is there. The subtle change in texture of your inner softness let's me know it's there.
* The Manipulator with his thumb, presses against your clit once more.
* Batgirl 's whole body tenses, pussy tightening, clamping around your finger as it slides over the spot.
<Batgirl> "MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
* The Manipulator 's finger rubs gently, around and around.
* Batgirl cums hard--fast--juices releasing onto your finger, spilling onto your hand.
<The Manipulator> **Your muffled cries are more beautiful to me than the most haunting symphony.**
<Batgirl> "UUUUUUUUMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!" **Screams of pleasure mixed with anguish fill the warehouse, reverberating...echoing.
* The Manipulator feels you clenching against his finger and watches your juice drip onto the floor.
* The Manipulator strokes his cock with his other hand.
* Batgirl 's eyes close, lost in the pleasure, her mind clouded--unaware of anything but how very gooood it feels to release.
* The Manipulator strokes you more, harder, pressing inside just a little harder, his thumb around your clit a little faster.
* The Manipulator 's knuckles drip your wetness, as his other hand is coated in his own seeping.
* The Manipulator turns you into an orgasm machine.
<Batgirl> "UMMMMMPPPPHHHHH....!!!!!"
* Batgirl 's breathing slows then quickens, alternating as she cums...and cums...
* The Manipulator can take no more.
* The Manipulator has to be inside you.
<Batgirl> "MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!!" come the muffled cries as Batgirl sees the lust in your eyes.
* The Manipulator must feel his seed explode inside you.
* The Manipulator looks toward the table.
* Batgirl whimpers helplessly, through her gag, her only way of begging you .
* The Manipulator cuts your legs free and jerks you up roughly.
* Batgirl shakes her head, eyes wide in horror, not wanting to believe you're really going to fuck her.
<Batgirl> "UMMMMMMPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
<The Manipulator> "Oh, yes, Batgirl..."
<The Manipulator> "...First, we need to get the rest of this skin off you."
* The Manipulator jerks you over to the table and bends you over it, your face pressed against the polished, lacquered surface.
* Batgirl 's panting deepens, her warm breath leaving a dull spot on the shiny table surface.
* The Manipulator with his blade cuts a slit running from your achilles tendon to your waist.
* The Manipulator then runs the blade up your other leg, exposing your flushed, sweating skin to the cool air.
* Batgirl finds even the cool blade against her skin a touch that heats her body, increasing her moans.
<Batgirl> "Mmmmmmmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhhh."
<Batgirl> "Uuuuummmmmmmmmmmmppppphhhhh."
* The Manipulator cuts off the last remnants of your suit below the waist, leaving only your boots.
* Batgirl 's warm skin is teased by the cool air, goosebumps rising over her pale flesh.
* The Manipulator bends down, closing in on your quivering sex with his mouth.
* Batgirl 's wet thighs press against your cheeks, almost pulling your face closer.
<Batgirl> "MMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHHH!"
* The Manipulator sucks your juice, your labia in, feeling you press into his mouth.
* Batgirl grinds against your mouth hard, wanting release so desperately she once again forgets who and where she is, her arousal consuming her.
* The Manipulator flicks his tongue against your clit, feeling your spirit seep away.
* Batgirl 's hips rock gently, increasing in speed as her moans increase in volume.
<The Manipulator> unable to stand it any more... I stand....needing the soft envelope of your primal lust around my cock...
<Batgirl> "UMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
<Batgirl> **This time, the scream is unmistakable...**
* The Manipulator rams it in, the moist heat of your scent rising in the air, with the scent of our sweat.
<Batgirl> **...not of pleasure, but a pure, bloodcurdling scream of realization filling the room.**
<Batgirl> "MMMMMMPPPHHHHH...UMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHH..."
* The Manipulator grabs your ears, snaps your neck back, and plunges deep within.
* Batgirl 's pussy squeezes involuntarily around your hard cock, your cock now coated in her slickness.
<Batgirl> "Mmmmmmmmppppppppppphhhhhhh!!!!!"
* The Manipulator slams in and out, like an unstoppable piston, feeling another orgasm boil up inside you.
* Batgirl 's body spasms as she explodes onto your cock, wetness dripping down your balls.
* The Manipulator abruptly stops...
* The Manipulator and slides his cock out.
* Batgirl leans against the table, panting, confused, disoriented, trying to get her bearings.
* The Manipulator turns you around to face him and sits you up.
<The Manipulator> "It's as good as I dreamed it would be...
<The Manipulator> ...but there is one thing..."
* Batgirl 's eyes burn into yours, waiting.
<The Manipulator> "I want to look you in the face as I finally crush you, fuckpony."
<The Manipulator> "I want to watch as you hate me for bringing you ecstasy."
* Batgirl wriggles backwards, sliding back on the slick table.
<The Manipulator> "Hmmm..."
<The Manipulator> "Facade!"
<The Manipulator> **Facade is immediately at his side, naked.**
<The Manipulator> "I need another length of rope, my dear."
* Batgirl slithers over the table, feet pushing her backward towards the other end of the table.
<The Manipulator> **Facade scampers off with a pat on the rump and returns with another coil of rope.**
* The Manipulator grabs you by your hair and yanks you back next to me.
* Batgirl screams.
<Batgirl> "MMMMMPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" **The pain sears into my scalp.**
<The Manipulator> "I'm going to cut your bonds and tie your hands in front, then over your head so you can lie flat."
* Batgirl hears the word "cut" and immediately her body tenses, waiting to strike.
<The Manipulator> "Then I'll fuck you some more..."
<The Manipulator> "...knowing you'll attack me again. I have some insurance..."
<The Manipulator> "Faux! Bring her."
* Batgirl watches the spot Faux disappears into.
<The Manipulator> **Faux scampers off and returns leading the kidnapped heiress, the lower half of her face wrapped tight in duct tape, more tape encircling her torso and securing her arms behind her back.**
<The Manipulator> **A thick cloth blindfolds her. Faux holds a blade to the girl's throat.**
<Batgirl> **Mmmphh...ummmph...mmph..umph..mph!!!!**
<The Manipulator> "Just so you don't get any ideas."
* Batgirl 's speech is indiscernible.
<The Manipulator> **Faux presses the tip against the girl's neck, just enough for a drop of blood to squeeze out.**
<The Manipulator> "Now, Batgirl..."
* The Manipulator cuts your bindings and move your hands in front.
* The Manipulator laughs as you look at the trembling victim that ensures your complicity.
* Batgirl complies, obviously unwilling, a sigh marking her helplessness.
* The Manipulator coils rope around each wrist and cinches them together tight.
* The Manipulator lays you back and with another length secures them under the table to the crosspiece underneath.
* The Manipulator then binds your legs--one to each table leg--leaving you flat and spread, subdued once again.
* Batgirl squirms, struggling, the rope cutting her wrists as she twists and thrashes.
* The Manipulator rams his cock inside but does not pump yet.
<The Manipulator> "One more thing before we bring this to an end, batslut..."
* Batgirl gasps through the gag as you enter her.
<The Manipulator> "Watch the girl."
* Batgirl watches intently, her whole body shaking.
* The Manipulator focuses on the victim, and she slowly fades into nothingness.
<The Manipulator> **Faux laughs softly.**
<The Manipulator> "You see, Batgirl, there was no kidnapping."
<Batgirl> "MMMMMPPPHHHHHH!!!!!"
* Batgirl shrieks as she sees the girl disappear, still not sure whether the girl is alive or dead.
* Batgirl 's eyes widen in disbelief.
<The Manipulator> "This little rich girl is currently being detained in customs in Holland, on her way home from Amsterdam..."
<The Manipulator> "I saw to it one of my contacts in customs detained her as a smuggler and has been grilling her for days. She should be home as soon as I make the call. I've never even met the little bitch."
* Batgirl struggles violently, the flush of anger seeping through her body.
* The Manipulator pounds his cock inside you, savoring your wrath.
<Batgirl> "MMMMMPPPHHHHHH!!!! UMMMMPPPH!!!!!"
* The Manipulator 's thighs burn, but he doesn't care.
* The Manipulator feels he could fuck you forever.
* Batgirl 's hips rock from side to side trying to buck you loose, without result.
* The Manipulator feels, finally, his orgasm beginning to rise.
* Batgirl 's anger gives way to tears as she feels her body quiver despite her unwillingness.
<The Manipulator> "Oh God, Batgirl. You are truly my greatest conquest. Even after I take over the world--which will be soon--it won't compare to the rape of you."
<The Manipulator> "But i'm not so sure how unwilling you..."
<Batgirl> "MMMMPPHHHHHHH!!!!"
* Batgirl 's pussy clamps down tight, as her thighs begin to shake uncontrollably.
* The Manipulator trails off as the first flames of ecstasy begin to seep from his crotch to the rest of my body.
* The Manipulator can feel it rising, surging up through his cock.
* Batgirl 's whole body bucks and shudders, hips thrashing against you as she writhes, overcome with the force of the orgasm taking over her body.
<The Manipulator> **..and then...**
<The Manipulator> "Oh Christ, Batgirl..."
<Batgirl> "MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
* The Manipulator explodes.
<Batgirl> "UMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
<The Manipulator> "OH GODDDDD! AGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"
<The Manipulator> "OH..."
* Batgirl 's body shudders violently, her juices soaking your cock as it pulses inside her.
* The Manipulator pounds as his cum shoots deep within you.
* The Manipulator can feel it.
* Batgirl is crying, panting, moaning, unable to think.
* The Manipulator thrusts as his penis bucks more, slowly beginning to calm itself.
<The Manipulator> **Finally...with thick rivulets of sweat rolling down his face, my chest...**
* The Manipulator pulls out, gasping for breath.
* Batgirl 's skin is covered in sweat as her body begins to relax, her panting slowing as her breathing deepens.
* Batgirl 's face is turned away from you, unable to look you in the eye.
* The Manipulator walks up to you, leaning close to your gagged, panting face, and kisses your cheek.
* The Manipulator wrenches your face to meet his and look him in the eye.
* The Manipulator 's lips press against your cheek.
<The Manipulator> "You are very, very good, Batgirl, but I don't look at this as an ending."
<The Manipulator> "I look at this as a question mark."
<The Manipulator> "You haven't seen the last of me."
* The Manipulator motions to Facade, who arrives at his side with a hypodermic needle.
<The Manipulator> "I gotta go..."
<The Manipulator> "...The world won't conquer itself."
* Batgirl lies quietly, motionless, unresponsive.
* The Manipulator jabs the needle in the side of your hip, injecting the thick sedative.
<The Manipulator> "Don't worry, you have about a minute before it reacts."
<The Manipulator> **Garage doors open. Faux pulls up, driving a black Hummer.**
* The Manipulator waves his hand, and all your bindings disappear, except for your gag.
* The Manipulator laughs he slides on his pants then his shirt.
* Batgirl 's mind is clouded, unsure of what is real and what is not, as she slips off into sleep.

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