The Perils of Batgirl. Part II

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11


The Weatherman A Bondage Adventure Serial

Chapter 1

Valerie Ashlyn sat back in the plush, leather chair and slowly re-crossed her legs, giving old Mr. Layhee a lasting look up her short wool skirt at the shimmering tops of her black silk stockings. Judging by his reaction, he may well have seen more. If so, all the better. The act was completely intentional; Valerie Ashlyn enjoyed teasing. Especially Mr. Layhee.

In the latter stages of her stepfathers life, especially just before his death, she had been given ample opportunity; Mr. Layhee and his troupe of stodgy lawyers were constantly around, advising and interfering.

‘Miss. Ashlyn, thank you for coming.’

‘Oh come now Mr. Layhee, call me Valerie. All of my friends do.’ She said with the slightly hint of a smile, as she rested her hands on her slightly raised knee and then slowly slid them up the top of her stocking.

‘uh..yes..uh… Well of course.’ Mr. Layhee stuttered, momentarily at a lost for words, as her watched Valerie pull slightly on her stocking with her fingers, then smooth it with her hands. ‘Since you are the last surviving member of the Ashlyn family, you have been asked here to know of your father’s wishes for his estate.’

‘Oh yes. Poor step-daddy. I am so heartbroken to see him go.’ Valerie said leaning back, her six-inch, black, stiletto pump, falling off her stocking heel and dangling onto her outstretched toes.

‘Mr. Ashlyn was very adamant that you understand his wishes clearly.’ he said, his eyes fixed on the dark reinforced heel of her stocking foot as she casually kicked her leg up and down.

‘I understand.’ She said, shifting in her seat slightly, casually letting her shoe fall from her oustretched foot to the floor. She leaned over, giving Mr. Layhee a long view down her white silk shirt at her ample cleavage, and casually picked it up. She looked up and found that Mr. Layhee was staring. She smiled.

‘Lovely shoe, isn’t it. One of our biggest sellers.’ She said, fondling the shoe above her lap, as if it were Mr. Layhee’s cock. ‘It’s our six-inch, Domina pump. Specially made for us in Italy…. Very kinky.’

Mr. Layhee, shifted in HIS seat. He had to. His penis was now rock hard. His eyes were glued to her every move, as she reached down, rubbed her stocking foot sexily and then ever so slowly, slid the shoe back on.

He had to get this over with. He couldn’t take much more of this young woman’s presence. The last few months around her had been torturous. He hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of her. He wondered, if she knew the effect that she had on him.

‘Miss Ashlyn, it is your father’s wish that you be told now, in private, how he intends to distribute his profits from his vast fetishwear empire. The rest of the heirs will be told in three weeks at a news conference at Apparel Obsessia’s annual Fetishwear Awards Dinner, where Batgirl, as you know, is too be unveiled as this years “Sexiest Woman in Gotham”. An event your step-father was looking forward to with immense anticipation’

Valerie shifted in her seat, uncomfortably.


That was all her father had talked about for the last six months. Valerie was sick of her. Ever since her sudden arrival in Gotham last September, her father had been spellbound by her incredible sexual persona, and of course being the head of Apparel Obsessia, the world’s largest bondage and fetish, clothing and supply company, he was thrilled with her outfits.

‘…. so it is your father’s wish to bestow his vast fortune to the following women that have made his last few years, a joy to live.’

Valerie awoke from her reverie.

‘What do you mean, wo-MEN?’ Valerie said, sitting up slightly.

‘It is your father’s wish to split the inheritance as follows:’ he continued, reading the legal document in his hand.

“To my step daughter, I leave the company, the house and one fourth of my cash holdings. The rest of my cash holdings are to be divided as follows: Shelley Prince, Cheri La Gams, and Lisa Hartley, each get ten million dollars each, to dress themselves to their very sexiest delight.”

‘-Ten Mill-!’ Valerie started. ‘To…to…to…those whores?!’

Mr. Grayhee was undaunted. He had expected this.

“The rest of my holdings go to Batgirl. The very sexiest woman I know. She has done more for the fetishwear industry since she arrived in Gotham City than all the res of the woman in Gotham combined. May this money help her keep the streets exciting for all of us for some time to come.”

‘BATGIRL?! That purple do-gooding Bat-BITCH?!’ Valerie screamed, bolting to her feet. ‘How…how much is the rest?!’

‘Approximately three-hundred-and-sixty million dollars.’

‘Three hundred… That’s ridiculous! She’s got no right to that money, its mine! I’ll fight it in court!’

‘I’m afraid that it’s quite legal. As long as Batgirl shows up next month to receive her award, I’m afraid that she is entitled to the three-hundred and fifty-million. Your father made sure that there were no loopholes.’ ‘I know he thought she was sexy but come on!’ She ranted, slowly pacing back and forth.

‘He was quite enamored with her, yes.’

‘How much is left for me?!’

‘Oh, the company is worth over a fifty million, the house about five, and a quarter of the holdings is a little over one hundred and twenty. That’s about a hundred and seventy-five million.

‘A hundred and sevent-? She’s getting twice as much!’

‘It was your father’s wish for you to do something with your life. He felt that giving you sole ownership of the company would allow you to earn your future so to speak. Plus, a hundred and twenty-five million in cash is hardly chump change. I’m sure you can live comfortabl-‘

‘You don’t know anything!’ She ranted, as she grabbed her purse and flew out the room, slamming the oak door behind her.

Mr. Grayhee sat back in his chair and sighed.

‘She took that well…’


A solitary black-patent ankle boot, hangs suspended by a shapely ankle. It’s five inch heel, floating like a dagger in air, effortlessly.

Two black gloved hands arrive, on the tips of which are attached razor- sharp claws that gleam in the soft light. Instead of tearing, the hands pull on the boot and then slowly glide down the black nylon encasing the ankle, moving slowly down to the knee, then the thigh. They move downward, then turn and slide up the black patent teddy, around the slim waist, and over a pair ample breasts.

‘What a Purrrfectly wonderful body… Who else but Catwoman could possibly be named “Sexiest Woman in Gotham”?’

‘Mmmph.’ Talon grunted, through her tight cloth gag.

Catwoman stopped her preening and sat up, her dark auburn hair cascading around her shapely shoulders.

‘Damned right… no one. Next week, I’ll be the talk of Gotham.’

Talon, Catwoman’s favorite Sex Kitten, shifted her weight, slightly. The ropes encasing her body immediately reacted, tightening around her wrists and elbows, and pulling her stocking feet that were tied tightly together at right angles, even closer to her wriggling hands. That in turn, caused her shoulders to move back, causing the ropes around her breasts to constrict even further, in turn causing the fiendish crotchrope to draw even deeper into her pussy.

‘Ahhh…’ Talon moaned, as the gag tightened automatically in conjunction with the ropes.

‘I warned you not to move, Talon. You’re tied in my special constrictor hog-tie.’ Catwoman whispered quietly. ‘Are you enjoying it?’

‘Mmmmm’ Talon responded, trying her very best to be still.

‘I can see that you are…’ Catwoman purred, moving her hand down between Talon’s spread legs, slowly messaging her crotch. ‘Your pussy is so wet. I should tie you up more often.’

There was a knock at the door.

‘Excuse me, Catwoman.’

Catwoman looked up to see Passion, another of her Sex Kitten’s in the doorway.

‘What is it? Can’t you see, I’m playing?’ Catwoman said slightly annoyed.

‘A miss Valerie Ashlyn is upstairs. She wants to see you.’ Catwoman sat up.

‘Valerie Ashlyn, the heir apparent of Apparel Obsessia? This must be it. Show her in, my all means.’ Catwoman said, smiling brightly as she stood up.

Moments later, Passion reentered with a truly beautiful young woman. She was blond and in her mid twenties. Her face was that of an angel, but her body was purely and completely wicked. This young tease probably melted men right into the sidewalk as she walked by.

She was wearing a shiny and unbelievably tight, neon-blue halter dress made of latex. It look dripping wet, like she had just dipped herself in gleaming blue paint. It was cut so low that her large breasts were bulging out at the top, and it was so short that when she moved, Catwoman could see her panties. On her feet were one of the most beautiful pair of blue shoes Catwoman had ever seen. They perfectly matched the dress, and were so high, that Catwoman was impressed she could even stand in them, let alone walk.

She girl shot a quick glance at the bound figure of Talon on the floor, smiled and held out her hand.

‘Hello, I’m Valerie Ashlyn. Thank you for seeing me.’

‘I’m Catwoman. You’ve already met Passion, and that is my special assistant Talon on the ground over there. She asked for me to show her one of my special ties.’

Valerie took a long at Talon in her intricate bondage. Catwoman noticed the slight deviant smile on her lips.

‘Nice ropework.’ She was obviously more impressed, than shocked.

‘How did you know where to find me?’ Catwoman asked.

‘A Mutual friend told me where to find you.’

‘Which mutual friend?’

‘Nora Clavicle, she was a good customer of my private boutique, until Batgirl sent her to prison a month ago.’

‘To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?’ Catwoman said, smiling. ‘Here to give me the good news about the award?’

‘I need your help.’

Catwoman raised her eyebrow questioningly. ‘With what.’

With a major thorn in both of our sides… Batgirl!’

Valerie went on to explain the situation and Catwoman seemed unimpressed until she heard that Batgirl was going to receive the Sexiest Woman in Gotham award.

‘BATGIRL?!…’ Catwoman screamed. ‘That purple prima dona? She doesn’t know what sexy is! You can’t give that award to her!’

‘I have no choice.’

‘Why not, you said that you’re in charge of the company now.’

‘It was in the will. Of course, if she were out of the way….’

Catwoman smiled. ‘Let’s see. If she dies before the awards dinner, you would receive an additional three hundred and sixty million. Give me a hundred of that and I will take pleasure in taking care of her, personally.’

‘A hundred Mill-!’

‘-Not a penny less. I’ll even take care of the other bimbos as well. That would reduce the drain on your inheritance by another thrity million. That means you’re really only out seventy.’

Valerie thought about it for a second. ‘Very well.’

‘I’ll need an advance.’ Catwoman smiled, her evil mind already racing. ‘I’ve been working on some truly wicked new inventions, but I haven’t really had the working capital to fully realise them. Some of them are particularly… stimulating. The things I want to build will need serious money. Especially the things I have in mind for Batgirl….’ Catwoman paused, her hands moving down her breasts. ‘Her demise will need to be particularly…. elaborate.’

‘Delicious.’ Valerie gushed.


Valerie looked over at Talon. The bondage had tightened dramatically since she had arrived. Of course, that was all part of Catwoman’s game. She had started Talon in a relatively comfortable position, by Catwoman’s standards anyway; Over time however, her involantary movements had caused the ropes to slowly tighten.

Now she was in the most stringent of hogties. She was obviously in quite a bit of discomfort. The gag alone had tightened so much that it pulled at the corners of her mouth like she was hanging from it.

‘I have no problem paying for it, if you can make Batgirl as uncomfortable as this.’ Valerie asked, smiling.

‘This is nothing in comparison to what I have in mind for Batgirl!’ Catwoman laughed wildly…

‘ …Now the first thing we need to do is get Batgirl involved. And I know just the thing!’ Catwoman exclaimed, walking to the table and grabbing the Gotham Times newspaper. ‘I see your “friend” Lisa Hartley is opening the Gotham Park City Mall in three weeks. I think we can kill two birds with one stone so to speak…’

‘Excellent!’ Valerie squealed. ‘Here’s the card to my private fetish boutique on the east side. Meet me in three hours. I need time to get some cash together.’

Catwoman took the card, walked over to Talon and swiped at the key hog-tie rope with her hand. Her claws ripped through the rope connecting Talon’s hands to her feet and in seconds, the ropes around her body loosened.

‘Aaaaaugh…’ Talon moaned in relief.

‘Sorry Talon, playtime is over. It’s time to get our construction hats on!

Chapter 2

Barbara Gordon stepped into her center city apartment and closed the door. Charie squawked a fond welcome home.

‘Hello Charie. Miss me?’ Barbara cooed, filling his feeder with bird seed.

It had been a long week. Hell, it had been a long couple of months. Her episode with Nora Clavicle still loomed in her mind, though it had happened almost two months ago now. She would be happy when her trial was over. It had dominated the headlines for a couple of weeks, but now, like everything in Gotham City, it was almost forgotten to most of the quiet city inhabitants.

No so Barbara. It would take time to heal the emotional strain that Nora had put her through. Especially the Clavicsand. Even two months later she could still feel herself sinking in that diabolical goo. The thought gave her goosebumps. She wondered how long it would take for her to forget it. She thought how long she had hovered with her chin resting on the unstable surface of the sand and decided… -Maybe never.

She forced herself to stop thinking about it. It was over now and she had time to rest and forget. She really couldn’t complain. Gotham was quiet. Amazingly quiet. All the master criminals were behind bars. Well all but Catwoman. She had slipped into hiding months ago, after being freed on a technicality. Rumours persisted that she had given up her wicked ways for good, but Barbara didn’t buy it.

Barbara walked into the bedroom and stepped out of her wool business suit. She walked to the mirror and looked at herself. Under her dress Barbara had, as usual, worn something interesting. Her favourite black velvet basque, panties and black stockings.

She had worn it in the expectation of her date with Bruce that night. Unfortunately, Bruce had called her at 4:00pm to cancel. It seemed he had forgotten that Dick Grayson’s Annual Gotham- Scout camping trip was this weekend. Of COURSE. He had to be a troop leader. What didn’t he do?

‘Boy, are you missing a good time.’ She said under her breath, as she slid her hands up the outside of her body. Damn him! SHE was missing a good time. She was horny. She hadn’t had a really good orgasm since… since… her time with Nora.

Barbara hated to admit it to herself, but it was true. Nora had given her the two most intense orgasms she had ever experienced: The first on the Ramp of Decision. The second just as Batman rescued her from the sexual iron maiden.

She opened her eyes and realized she was playing with herself. She stopped.

Why was the idea of sex, mixed with bondage and life threatening danger, so incredibly appealing to her? In one way it was horrifying. In another, it was the ultimate turn-on.


Barbara came out of her reverie. Someone was at the door. She quickly grabbed a robe, and answered it.

‘Gotham Delivery Express!’

Barbara’s pussy got wet with excitement. Could this be it? She looked through the peephole and it was a Gotham Delivery guy. She opened the door.

‘I have a delivery for a Miss Gordon.’ He said, admiring, the dark haired beauty before him, obviously noticing the black stockings and five-inch stiletto pumps under the terry robe.

‘That’s me.’

‘Sign here please. Thank you, have a nice night.’

Barbara took the package, locked the door and literally flew into the bedroom.

‘Please be it.’ She said, already ripping the plain brown package open. It was. Under the wrapping was a pink Apparel Obsessia gift box. Barbara opened it.

Inside was a set of bondage restraints. They were bright red and black, and made of leather with shining metal fastenings. There were restraints for each wrist and ankle, as well as a matching bondage belt and vibrator. On the belt there was a small black dial. On one of the wrist restraints, there was also a small red button.

Barbara looked in the box and found a small instruction leaflet.

“Apparel Obsessia Self-Bondage Restraint System TM

Just one in of a series of inescapable bondage products by the undisputed leader in kink… Apparel Obsessia. Your place for bondage.


Once activated, restraints will not open until desired time limit is exceeded. Please take necessary precautions. Once locked, they are quite inescapable. Apparel Obsessia is not liable for any accidents or mishaps, planned or otherwise, that may arise from the use of its products. Directions:

1- Put on belt.

2- Install vibrator onto crotch strap (optional).

3- Insert vibrator and lock crotch strap into receptacle on front of belt.

4- Set time desired time limit (black dial on belt)

5- Push in dial to set.

6- Put on restraints.

7- Push red button (on wrist restraint) to start.

8- Enjoy.”

Barbara had to try them. She took off her robe and started to strap the belt around her waist. Then she decided that it would be a good idea to go to the bathroom first.

After she had relieved herself, she walked back in the bedroom and kicked off her shoes. The belt went on first. She slid the three-inch wide, leather belt around her waist and locked the strap into the special receptacle. Then she grabbed the quarter-inch wide crotch strap that was attached to the belt behind her, pulled it between her legs and snapped the vibrator in place.

Barbara was already wet with excitement and needed no lubricant as she slid the vibrator completely into her pussy. She then slid the crotch strap through a metal receptacle on the front of the belt. It clicked as it slid in. She adjusted it till it was tight, but not uncomfortable, and turned her attention to the timer knob.

It was small, about the size of a penny, and around it’s outside were numbers that indicated hours. The minimum setting was thirty minutes. The maximum setting was seven hours. Barbara felt her a rush of excitement at the thought of being tied up for seven hours, but then thought she had better go slow the first time. She set the dial to one hour and pushed the dial into the belt. It slid in flush with the belt, making it impossible to change. Ingenious.

Next Barbara put the leather cuffs around her ankles, the short, one-inch connecting chain already in place. She then attached the cuffs around her wrists and attached another short metal chain into one of the cuffs receptacles. It clicked in. She put her hands behind her back and fed the chain through a d-ring on the back of the belt and into the receptacle of the free cuff.

Now the moment of truth. She hesitated, then finally pushed the red button on her right cuff.


All the restraints locked at once. Barbara gingerly pulled on the wrist restraints. They were solidly locked. She tried her ankles they took were locked. She pulled harder. Same result.

A warm feeling came over her.

‘These thing really do wor-‘ Barbara started to say aloud, just as the vibrator inside her pussy came alive. ‘Ohhhh…’

Barbara laid back on the bed and relaxed, enjoying her bondage. She moved within her confinement, concentrating on her helplessness. It was intoxicating. She had practised selfbondage many times before, but this was different. There was the extra element at work here. She couldn’t remove these restraints until time was up.

She pulled at her wrists and ankles, fantasizing that she was held prisoner, back in the hands of Nora Clavicle and her evil cohorts. She was tied down onto Nora Clavicle’s new “Deathbed”. A ceiling of needle sharp spikes were slowly lowering on to her helpless body. They had locked a vibrator in place… Now she was left to strug-


Barbara felt the crotch-strap of the restraint system automatically tighten. At the same time the vibrator within her pussy began to move. She almost came right there. Her mind wandered…

The mechanism that controlled the beds ceiling, also it seems, controlled the intensity of the vibrator locked into her pussy. Nora was truly a fiendish woman. As the ceiling lowered Batgirl would get more and more turned on.

Barbara struggled on the bed deep in fantasy. Passion was sweeping over her. Her hips gyrated in rhythm, as she tried to pull her hands and feet from the inescapable restraints. She was completely helpless.


The crotch-strap tightened again and the vibrator suddenly began to thrust up and down inside of her vagina. Barbara pulled at the restraints, imagining the ceiling lowering. Feeling the helplessness that she craved.

She rolled over on her belly and pulled her stocking feet behind her, grabbing them with her hands in a mock hog-tie. The crotch-strap tightened again, and the vibration and thrusting within her vagina mounted to an intense fury. She pulled at her bonds. It was useless. The ceiling was only inches away yet she couldn’t escape. All she could do was struggle…

Barbara began to shake as the first orgasm washed over her. Then the second. Soon after the second orgasm, the vibration eased off to a dull rumbling, and the crotch strap loosened slightly.

‘They designed this well.’ Barbara thought to herself. She looked up at the clock. It had only been five minutes. Obviously, she was in for a long ride.

She decided that she would relax and watch TV. She somehow managed to grab the remote control and turned on the TV.

At first she thought it was the news. But then she realized that they were broadcasting the opening of the Gotham Park City Mall. A huge, expansive, new shopping complex on Gotham’s west side. It had been under construction for over two years and the opening was a major event.

“Ladies and gentleman,…” A voice on the TV announced. “…now to officially open the mall, The very first Apparel Obsessia “Sexiest Woman in Gotham” award winner… Miss Lisa Hartley, will sign her name in the concrete memorial, in front of the new Apparel Obsessia superstore, in remembrance of Harvey Ashlyn, who died last month.”

Barbara smiled. ‘Thanks Harvey’ she thought as the crotch strap tightened and the vibration began again.

A young woman in her late twenties came into view. The camera slowly panned up from her feet, to her strikingly beautiful face. She was wearing a stretchy spandex/cotton mini dress, stockings and heels all in white. Her blond hair was pulled back in a baret and then cascaded around her shoulders.

‘I just want to thank Harvey for all he has done for me and for Gotham City. I wish he were here to see his flagship superstore open. Maybe he is watching. I hope so.’

With that, she walked over and stepped up on a small flat platform, about three feet square. It was hovering a foot off the ground next to the large section of concrete that was to serve as the base of the memorial. She hung onto the single metal safety railing, while an operator in a long white coat and matching hat, used a crane like device to position her in the middle of the twenty feet square piece of barely-wet concrete. The platform stopped and Lisa got down on her knees. She bent down and began to write in slightly wet cement.

“In remembrance of Har-”

Lisa stopped writing. The concrete had already filled in where she had written, leaving a smooth surface behind. It had only been a second, but she couldn’t even tell that she even touched it. She tried again, with the same result. She stood up, and turned to Mayor Lindsey who was in attendance.

‘My writing keeps disappearing. The concrete is way too-‘

‘MUSHY?’ a voice said loudly.

Barbara knew that voice.

The camera panned back slightly. It was the crane operator. Suddenly the figure ripped off the hat and coat to reveal a tight, black catsuit underneath.

‘Catwoman!’ Barbara said under her breath.

‘I think dear old Harvey Ashlyn deserves more of a memorial than a small plaque.’ Catwoman said.

‘What are YOU doing here?’ Lisa asked.

‘I’m here to make sure you’re part of this memorial, purrrmanently!’ Catwoman said, pushing a button on a remote control she held in her hand.

The platform that Lisa Hartley was standing on, sudden tipped down, dropping her into the cement, as Catwoman laughed hideously.

Lisa screamed. She looked down to find herself buried in sloppy, wet cement up to her chest. Panicking, she began to struggle wildly, trying to get a hold of something to pull herself out with. But the platform was already moving away, out of reach.

Her struggling only caused her to sink deeper. Before she knew it she was up to her shoulders in the gritty gray ooze and was continuing to sink.

‘HELP ME!’ Lisa screamed, as a stunned audience ran to the edge of the cement. The unsteady camera panned in on the poor girl who was now up to her neck in concrete.

‘Oh god, Please! Somebody HELLPP MEEE!’ Lisa screamed.

‘No…’ Barbara moaned, as she watched the girl slide completely under, a grasping arm slowly dipping beneath the surface, then… nothing. She was gone.

‘Catwoman is the sexiest woman in Gotham!’ Catwoman screamed, as she jumped down a manhole and disappeared as a melee ensued.

It happened that quickly. One second Barbara was enjoying her captivity, the next she was struggling in earnest to escape. She quickly realized it was useless with out tools…

Barbara sat up and hopped over to the dressing table. Reaching beneath the edge of the mirror, Barbara found the button and pushed it. The whole table and mirror rotated, revealing a passage behind. She hopped in and quickly found her utility belt. After that it was only a matter of a minute before she was free, the inescapable restraint system in complete disrepair on the floor.

‘I hope they can fix this.’ Barbara said to herself, already removing the black basque and stockings. ‘Sorry Charlie, it seems that Batgirl’s needed in Gotham City again.’

Barbara quickly stepped into the purple patent catsuit, inhaled and zipped it up. It covered her entire body and made it look like someone had poured shiny, wet purple paint on her body. It was that tight. She pulled on her boots and laced them up. They were one of three pairs that she owned, all the same. Purple patent ankle boots with five-inch, stiletto heels. She also owned two pairs of purple stiletto pumps. (She used to have three pairs, but she had just lost one pair in Nora synthetic quicksand)

She stood up and grabbed one of the shoulder length red wigs and put in on over her short black hair. Then she put on her cowl and attached it to her catsuit. She grabbed her utility belt from the ground and put it on. In front of the mirror she felt very sexy and very powerful. Catwoman would pay for this. That was certain.

After another second in front of the mirror, Batgirl turned, got on her Batgirl cycle and sped to Police Headquarters, the secret passage closing silently behind her.

Chapter 3

Batgirl arrived at police headquarters at 9:00pm. Normally at this time, only a small skeleton crew stood at attendance. Not so tonight. As soon as she rounded the corner, Batgirl knew that this was no ordinary evening.

The live broadcast of Lisa Hartman’s chilling death had obviously pushed the local news organizations into overdrive. Television news vans from every television station crammed the streets in front of city hall. Location camera crews were everywhere, giving reports on the evenings grizzly events and looking for anyone to interview.

As Batgirl drove up and stopped, waves of newscasters surrounded her, all hoping to get the big scoop.

‘Batgirl, WGTH TV. Can you imagine what Catwoman’s motives were in killing Miss Hartman?’

‘No Comment.’ Batgirl said, as she dismounted from her cycle and began to plough through the crowd of new-hungry reporters.

‘Is it true that the general contractor in charge of the memorial has also been found dead at his home?’ Another asked.

‘No Comment.’

‘Where’s Batman. I been told by sources within the department, that he is unreachable. Is that true?’

‘No Comment.’ Batgirl said, as she bounded up the stairs and into the relative sanctuary of City Hall. She walked straight to Commissioner Gordon’s office.

‘Batgirl!’ Commissioner Gordon said, somewhat relieved. ‘Thank heaven you’re here.

‘Good Evening Commissioner. What’s this I hear about the contractor being found dead as well.’

‘True, I’m afraid. He was found strangled to death in a mass of thin, clear twine.’

‘Probably Cat’s-Whiskers.’ Batgirl said, remembering first hand, they’re deadly embrace.

‘A note was pinned to his dead body. It is addressed to you.’ Batgirl took the note and read it.


I hope you enjoyed the show. It was all for you. I purrrsonally invite you to interfere. I have many such fiendish plans in store of your luscious body.

Let all of those beware who think that harlots in trashy lingerie could even hold a candle to a woman of my supreme, sexual charms. By the end of the weekend, everyone will realize who the sexiest woman in Gotham City truly is.

I hope to see you struggling….. soon.


‘She’s gone off the deep end.’ Chief O’Hara commented.

‘She been over the edge for years.’ Batgirl responded. ‘She says that she orchestrated this horrific little stunt for me. For what reason, I still have no idea…. -Where’s Batman.’

‘We called, but the voice on the other end said he was unreachable. Some sort of camping trip.’

‘Camping trip?’ Batgirl say, trying to figure out why that sounded so familiar-‘

‘This also came for you tonight, Batgirl.’ Commissioner Gordon added, breaking her train of thought. ‘It was delivered by Gotham Express Courier.’

It was a small box. Batgirl eyed it warily.

‘Commissioner, stand back, this may be another Catwoman ploy.’ Batgirl ordered as she walked forward to examine the package.

It was a pink package wrapped in black ribbon. On the outside was a tag. It read: “Please deliver to Batgirl, as soon as possible. Dated Material enclosed.”

As the Commissioner and Chief O’Hara huddled in the corner, Batgirl carefully opened the package. Inside was a piece of lingerie and a note.

May 29


We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen this years “Sexiest Woman in Gotham”. I would be honored if you would accept your award in person at the annual Fetishwear Awards Dinner to be held in your honour Sunday July 27, at 8:00pm at the Gotham Pavillion. To show our appreciation for all you have done for us at Apparel Obsessia, I have enclosed a small gift I had made especially for you. I hope that you will find time to wear it.


Mr. Harvey Ashlyn Founder, CEO Apparel Obsessia

PS: I’m sorry that I couldn’t give you more warning, but it’s our policy not to inform winner until just before the event.

‘This is dated two months ago. He must have written this just before he died.’ Batgirl said, a little taken back by his kind words. ‘This is the third time I have heard reference to Apparel Obsessia this evening. I wonder…’

‘….Commission, I must be off. I have an idea what is driving Catwoman.’

‘Be careful, Batgirl.’

Batgirl braved the reporters that were still gathered outside and road quickly back home. Once there, she changed back to Barbara Gordon and made her way to the library, where she dove into the Gotham City Times archives. It wasn’t long before she had what she wanted. After a little cross checking, she went back home to change.

‘Sorry Charlie, I have to go out again.’ She said as she carried the bird into the bedroom with her and hung the cage up on a hook.

She quickly removed her clothes and pushed the button under the dresser. It swung open silently. Then she opened the pink box and pulled out the gift that Harvey had given her. It was a soft, sheer nylon bodystocking in deep purple, with matching wrist length patent gloves and a pair of patent panties.

She put it on. It covered her entire body from her chin to her feet, including her hands. It was sheer except for the area over her breasts, where an insignia of a bat had been added in a patent material. Its wings just covered her nipples. She stepped into the panties and pulled them on over her hips, stretching the thin patent material until it was smooth and tight over her crotch. Next came the tight purple gloves. Then she slid on her patent pumps, and put on her wig and cowl. She looked in the mirror.

‘Wow’ She thought as she turned and looked at herself from several angles. The bodystocking was sheer and smooth over her entire body, showing everything, yet revealing nothing. Harvey had indeed been the fetish apparel king. He would be sorely missed.

Batgirl, turned, put her utility belt on and exited, the secret panel closing behind her. She straddled her Batgirl cycle, took one last look of the address she had located and was gone.


Shelley Prince lifted her champagne glass and downed it. It was her fifth glass. Though she hadn’t really known Lisa Hartley, watching her die on live television had really rattled her. They had actually only met once. It was at the Apparel Obsessia Awards Dinner when she had accepted the Sexiest Woman in Gotham award. The previous year’s winner always handed the award on. She herself had given the award to Cheri La Gams last year. Shelley picked up the bottle from the ice bucket and was about to pour another glass when someone knocked on her door. She almost dropped the bottle.

‘Jesus Shelley, get a grip.’ She chided herself.

She put down the champagne, walked to the door and looked though the peephole. It was a young woman in a Gotham Express uniform. Shelley looked at the time. It was 11:00pm. Awfully late for a package delivery. She put a chain on the door and opened it slightly.

‘I have a package for a Miss Prince.’

‘Can you hand it through?’

‘Sorry it’s quite large.’ The pretty young girl said, pointing to the large box on the ground.

‘Very well.’ Shelley said resigned. She closed the door, unlatched the chain and opened it again.

‘Please sign here. Line two. Thank you.’

Lisa took the package from the girl, closed and locked the door. She went over to the couch and ripped the brown paper from the outside of the package, revealing a black box. She opened it.

‘Oh my.’ She said as she saw what was inside.

It was lingerie. And not just ordinary lingerie. It was exquisite lingerie, all in pink. There was a note in the box as well.

“Dear Miss Prince.

We would be honored by your appearance at this years Apparel Obsessia Awards Dinner. Please accept this lingerie as a gift. It’s one of the kinkiest items we’ve ever made and we made it especially for you. We would love to see you in it on Sunday.


Apparel Obsessia”

Shelley pulled the items out of the box and laid them out on the couch.

‘This is gorgeous.’ She cooed as she picked up the first item. It was the most beautiful piece of lingerie she had ever seen. It was a long corset, made of pink silk. It was heavily boned and detailed with hand sewn French-lace. Along with the corset were a pair of long pink-leather gloves, as well as a pair of pink-leather ankle boots. Delicate black-metal bands had been sewn on the wrist and top of each glove, as well as around the ankle of each boot. Along with the gloves and boots were a pair of black silk pantyhose and a very unusual pink leather collar.

She couldn’t resist putting the outfit on. She pulled off her clothes and slid the pantyhose up her shapely legs. Next came the corset. It was very long and went from just over her nipples, to about mid thigh. She put it up to her body ad noticed that it didn’t close in the normal way: It didn’t have any lacing or eye clips. Just some elaborate fastenings on each edge that fit into one another.

She thought at first that it would be difficult to fasten but, as she put the two sides together, the fastenings lined up and clipped shut around her almost automatically.

Harvey MUST have made this especially for her. It fit perfectly. She looked at the corset closely. The ends fit so well that if she hadn’t been the one to put it on, she wouldn’t have even known were the edges of the corset were. There was no evidence of a seam on the outside at all.

Next came the gloves. They were butter soft and tight. The delicate black metal bands around the wrists and above her elbows, gave the gloves an extra added spice.

Shelley was getting excited. She loved fetishwear. Especially exquisite fetishwear like this. During her reign as Sexiest Woman in Gotham, Harvey had bought her all sort of things. She missed him.

Shelley sat down, picked up the boots and slid them on her stocking feet. They were made of bright pink leather and had ridiculously high heels. They fastened together in the same way as the corset. Again, after they were put on, They looked like solid leather. The tops of the boots flared slightly, just above the gleaming, dark metal bands around her shapely ankles.

She stood up carefully, wobbling slightly on the stiletto heels, and picked up the collar. It was very elaborate. It was about two inches tall in the front, but flared out and up around the back of her head, ending in a large rounded edge about an inch and a half in diameter, that went from the bottom of one ear around the back of her head to the other.

Shelley grabbed some hair clips and put her hair up. Then she took the collar and put it on. It clipped together like the corset and the boots, and was snug but not uncomfortable.

She walked to the mirror and took a look. She was stunning. She moved her hand down over the smooth surface of the corset and smiled. She would be the talk of the Awards Dinner. She turned and looked at herself from all angles. The corset made her look even shapelier than she already was, and the incredibly high heels made her already great legs look amazing. The outfit was perfect.

She spread her legs slightly and put her hands on her hips.

‘All I need is a cowl and I could be the Pink Persuader’ She said jokingly.

She was overwhelmed with the outfit. She wouldn’t have changed a thing. Well maybe one thing. The corset was a bit uncomfortable. Shelley pulled at the edges of the corset. It was really tight. She hadn’t remembered it being this tight when she put it on.

It was becoming really uncomfortable. It felt like it had shrunk since she put it on. She grabbed the corset and tried to pull it apart. It wouldn’t budge. She pulled harder. No good.


Suddenly the metal bands around her wrists, ankles and upper arms tightened dramatically.

‘What the-‘ Shelley said, as she tried to pull apart the bands. They are locked solid. They had tightened around her arms and legs, making it impossible to take off her gloves or her boots.

She exhaled and felt the corset contract. It WAS shrinking; Slowly tightening around her body. She grabbed the top edge of it and tried to pull it apart again. It wouldn’t budge. She pulled harder. It was firmly locked in place.

Shelley began to panic. She felt around the front of corset in dismay, looking for a release mechanism. She couldn’t find one. She felt around her waist and behind her back. Her fingers came across two small buttons on the back of the corset. They were separated, so that she had to use both hands to push them.

‘Thank god!’ Shelley said pushing them.


Shelley immediately felt her wrists slam together behind her back. She tried to pull them apart but it was too late. Some invisible force had already pulled them together, locking them with a magnetic attraction that she couldn’t break. The same thing happened to her upper arms and ankles. The two metal bands moved together and then locked like glue. She was now helpless. Her arms were tightly held behind her back and her ankles were locked together. She looked around her in disbelief.

The corset was still slowly tightening around her. She began to writhe in her bondage. She struggled in frustration at the amazingly strong restraints, but all in vain. The metal bands were locked tightly together, and she couldn’t pull them apart.

‘HELP ME! SOMEBODY, PLEA-‘ Shelley screams were cut short. The round band at the back of her collar hinged open, swung around the front of her face and locked into place on the other side of her head, depositing one and a half inches of soft, pink leather in front of her mouth. Then it began to tighten, forcing its way into her mouth and between her teeth.

‘MMMPHHH!…. MMMPHHHHHH!’ Shelley screamed, but all that came out was muffled moans.

She had to get help.

Shelley took a couple of hops towards the door, but she was too late. Suddenly, the corset began to bend forward at the waist, and Shelley had no choice but to bend with it. After a short time, she was forced to her knees, her head on the floor in front of her, her body bent into a tight fetal position.

Shelley exhaled and the corset took up more slack. It was squeezing her. Shelley rolled over on her side with a thump struggling to pull her hands and feet apart. It was useless. She was helpless to stop the corset from contracting. It was slowly but surely crushing her. Each time she exhales, it gained ground, getting tighter and tighter like a boa constrictor.

She continued to struggle, but time was running out. It was getting harder and harder to inhale. She took as big a breath of air as she could and held it, while she continued to struggle..

She pulled feverishly at her wrists and feet, but she could barely move. She dare not exhale. What was she going to do?

Chapter 4

Shelley’s body screamed for oxygen. Yet she continued to hold her breath. She dared not give into her body’s overwhelming need for air. The corset was waiting. She could feel it’s tight vice grip around her. Waiting. Waiting for her to exhale. Waiting to take advantage.

She pulled at her arms and wrists again, but they were held tightly together behind her back. The immovable magnetic field held the black metal bands of gloves together. It was another in a series of useless endeavours. She knew she was completely helpless. The lingerie was going to kill her and there was nothing she could do about it.

She felt herself begin to pass out. She had held out as long as she could. She took a breath. As soon as she exhaled, the corset contracted again. It was so tight around her now that she was only able to take a tiny breath; It wouldn’t last very long. She looked around herself in utter despair. She could already feel the need for oxygen growing again.

After a short time, her body again overrode her mind and exhaled. This time however, she couldn’t inhale. The corset’s latest contraction’s wouldn’t allow it. She gasped in absolute terror. She was going to die.


Shelley looked up to see the figure of Batgirl come crashing through the window, glass flying in all directions. She landed on her feet like a cat and ran forward, pulling her Batshears from her utility belt. She reached Shelley and in seconds, cut the corset from Shelley’s heaving body. She then cut the gag, and pulled the pink leather from her mouth.

‘Aaaaaaaaa’ Shelley said, gasping for air. It took a couple seconds for her to catch her breath. She was alive! ‘Auugh…Thank you! Batgirl!’ She screamed, amazed to be alive. ‘How can I ever repay you?!’

Batgirl looked at Shelley perfect body. She could think of a couple of ways… Instead however, she just acknowledged the compliments and finished cutting the rest of the deadly lingerie from Shelley’s quivering body.

Shelley sat up and put her head in her hands, as she continued to try to catch her breath. Batgirl grabbed the black gift box and examined it.

Hiding under the shipping label was a note.


It seems that my lingerie had a thing for Miss Prince… In fact you might say it had a real.. CRUSH on her. I considered sending it to you but I decided against it. I want to be there to watch you struggle.

In eager anticipation of the inevitable.


Batgirl looked over at Shelley. She was recovering.

‘Get some clothes on. I am going to take you to Police Headquarters where they can keep an eye on you.’

‘Who would want to pull such a nasty trick.’

‘Catwoman. It seems she has some sort of vendetta against Apparel Obsessia girls. After I get you to safety, I have to find Cheri La Gams. I have a feeling that she is in grave danger.

Batgirl helped Shelley change, and then road her back to Police Headquarters. Only a small number of reporters were left, but Batgirl’s arrival with another of the Apparel Obsessia winners in tow, peaked their curiosity.

Batgirl would have liked it if they had just quietly made their way indoors, but Shelley had other ideas. She capitalized on the free publicity to explain the entire story. It was huge news. In a matter of minutes it would be all over Gotham City.

It took all of Batgirl’s talents just to drag her away and lead her inside City Hall. She deposited Shelley with Chief O’Hara and paid a visit to Commissioner Gordon.

‘Commissioner, I have to use the phone.’

‘No Problem, Batgirl.’

Batgirl took out the piece of paper from her utility belt and dialled.

‘Ugh…Hello.’ A woman’s voice answered. She obviously had been sleeping.

‘Cheri La Gams?’

Yawn. ‘No, she’s out.’

‘I sorry to have awakened you. This is Batgirl. Do you know where she is?’

‘I’m sorry, I really don’t. She just went out and said that she would be back in the morning.’

‘When she comes back have her call me at police headquarters immediately. It is a matter of life and death.’



Amanda Denier hung up the phone. Right. Batgirl. Probably just another of Cheri’s friends pulling another practical joke. Amanda turned off the light and went back to sleep. She wouldn’t even remember the call in the morning……………

Batgirl hung up the phone and looked at the time. It was 12:30 in the morning. She couldn’t do anything now. She left Shelley with the Police and went home. She would find Cheri in the morning.

‘Damn her!’ Catwoman screamed, throwing the newspaper across the room. ‘She saved Shelley Prince!’

‘How did she manage that?’ Talon asked incredulously.

‘She put two and two together and got to Shelley seconds before my exquisite lingerie killed her. I’m afraid that my plans to get her interested worked too well. We’re going to have to get rid of her NOW.’

‘How Catwoman?’ Passion asked.

‘I don’t know. We have so many choices.’ Catwoman mused aloud.

‘I vote for the funhouse.’ Talon purred.

‘Excellent idea. We’ll need a little bait….’ Catwoman said, thinking aloud. ‘I know just the thing. Kittens, I need you to do something for me.’

Batgirl awoke early, changed back into the purple bodystocking outfit and made her way back to police headquarters. Her attempts to reach Cheri La Gams had been fruitless. No one was at home.

‘…I think it’s best if Miss Prince is put into protective custody. Catwoman is sure to try again.’ Batgirl said, pacing the floor of Commissioner Gordon’s office.

‘That a good idea Batgirl. I will see to it immediately.’


Batgirl, and the Commissioner turned to see Chief O’Hara enter, obviously excited.

‘What is it chief?’

‘Two of Catwoman’s kittens just robbed the Fun n’ Games Carnival supply house on Jester Street!’

Commissioner Gordon turned to Batgirl, but she was already gone.


‘WHAT did they take?!’ Batgirl asked the old shopkeeper behind the counter.

‘One box of toffee apples, one jar of popcorn, and a box of cotton candy sticks.’

‘That’s it?!’

‘That’s it. Mighty strange, if you ask me too. They’ was two of ’em. Young women all dressed up strange, just like you, only in black. Mighty queer. Back in my day, women never dressed like that.’

Batgirl was confused. Why go the trouble of stealing such useless items? Obviously not for profit. Then maybe some sort of prank perhaps. But that was more Joker’s style than Catwoman’s. She looked at the old shopkeeper. She thought about asking a few more questions, but decided that it was useless. The old man didn’t know anything.

She turned and was almost out the door, when a piece of paper caught her eye. She bent down and picked it up.

It was an worn, yellowed flyer for the funhouse at the old Gotham Amusement Park on Hyde Avenue. The amusement park had closed years ago after a freak accident.

‘Is this yours?’ Batgirl asked the shopkeeper, showing him the faded flyer.

‘Nope. Never seen it before. Can’t imagine where that came from… That place closed years ago. I remember takin-‘

‘Thank you, I’ve got to go.’ Batgirl said, trying not to be rude, yet already out the door. She might just have to pay a visit to the old park.

After a short ride, Batgirl arrived at the amusement park. Batgirl got off her Batgirl Cycle and looked around. Most of the amusement park was completely demolished. All except the funhouse. Though it stood in a state of disrepair and needed a fresh coat of paint and a little woodwork, it was still in fairly good shape. Amazing considering no one had been in it for years.

The hairs on Batgirl’s neck stood up. Something wasn’t right here. This was too easy.

‘This might be a trap. I’d better be careful.’ She said, quietly to herself, as she tiptoed up the old wooden steps of the funhouse, her purple stiletto pumps, making only the slightest noise on the old wooden floorboards.

She tried the door, and to her misgivings, it opened. She paused at the front door before finally entering. It was dark inside, but the sunlight, coming through a hole in the roof, allowed enough light to see by. In its day, it had probably been a fairly nice place; Now however, the forces of time, weather and a general lack of supervision had left their mark. The gaping holes in the roof had let the rain in, and the smell of rot was everywhere. To the left was an old ticket booth, whose rounded windows had long since broken. In front of her, was a large pair of swinging doors, set in a huge smiling mouth. The teeth had yellowed slightly, making the whole idea of going through the door, quite unpleasant.

Batgirl wished that Batman was beside her, because she was not pleased with the notion of walking through the mouth and exploring this place alone; Yet she had no choice. There was no way that she was calling the police just to find out that this was a wild goose chase.

Reluctantly, she pushed doors open, and with the slightest hesitation, entered before she could change her mind.

The doors opened onto a long hallway of distorted mirrors. Half of which were cracked. Some were completely missing. She walked along the hallway, looking at herself in the variety of mirrors. Sometimes she was tall, other times a midget.

At one point she thought that she heard a noise, and stopped. But it was nothing. Only the old building settling.

At the end of the hall of mirrors, was a octagonal room, eight feet across with eight doors, all painted different colors. She opened the pink door and found a spring loaded dummy with an ax through it head. Obviously, when the funhouse was working, the dummy would jump out scaring the patrons.

She tried the white door. It was locked. She tried the green door. It too was locked. The black door was next. It opened. Inside, a narrow, white staircase spiralled downward. She listened for foreign noises; There were none. Only the soft sound of her breathing and the beating of her excited heart.

Cautiously, Batgirl opened the door wide, walked through, and began down the stairs. As soon as she stepped on the third stair, the door behind her slammed shut, leaving her in total darkness. She turned and tried to open it, but it was locked. The lights came on.

‘Hello Batgirl!’ Came an amplified voice. ‘Come on down and join the show!’

Batgirl wasn’t given any time to worry about her mistake; The stairs below her feet, suddenly transformed into a steep, slippery circular slide on which she fell, and then slid uncontrollably downward.

It was a short ride. The slide emptied out into a massive room that was decorated to look like the inside of a circus big top, complete with trapeze and tent roof. Circus music was playing in the background.

Batgirl spun around, dazed at the sight. The walls were painted like an audience of people, cheering and laughing. In the center of the room was a large empty, old, wood and glass concession stand painted red. A huge sign hung above the stand proclaiming:

Candied Batgirl: 25 cents.

Catwoman walked out from behind a curtain at the far end of the room, and on cue, a recorded audience began to cheer. She was dressed in a ring master outfit, yet with a Catwoman twist. It consisted of a short miniskirt, with top hat and tails all made of tight, red leather. She complimented the outfit with a pair of thigh high red leather boots and dark nylons.

She strode confidently to the center of the room and smiled. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen!’ Catwoman proclaimed. ‘Tonight for your viewing pleasure I bring you the DEATH of BATGIRL!’

The audience roared with approval.

‘I think you’ve booked the wrong act Catwoman! I think a more likely billing should be: “The end of Catwoman!’ Batgirl said, defiantly.

‘Think again, Batgirl!’

The curtains opened and three Sex Kittens entered. They were dressed as sexual harlequins, complete with shiny multi-colored teddies and tights. They began to fan out around the edge of the room, until they had surrounded Batgirl.

‘Let the show begin!’ Catwoman screamed, to the approval of the painted crowd and the Kittens attacked.

Batgirl crouched down in a fighting position and waited until the first Kitten was almost upon her. Then with lightning speed, she moved aside, grabbed the Kitten and threw her into another Kitten coming from the other direction. Then continuing her fluid movement, she hit the third Kitten with a brutal Batkick, sending her flying across the room.

The two other Kittens attacked again, but Batgirl was again too fast. She easily moved aside and kicked each of the poor unsuspecting Kittens knocking them to the floor.

To Catwoman’s dismay, Batgirl was having no trouble with them at all. With her superior fighting skills, they were no match for her, even with their larger numbers.

Catwoman cringed as one Kitten after another was discharged. Seeing that Batgirl was going to win, crept up behind Batgirl while reaching into the pockets of her red leather coat.

Batgirl realized that she was behind her and spun around, expecting Catwoman to pounce. But she didn’t. Instead, she removed her hands from her coat and threw them at Batgirl.

A green sand came flying out into Batgirl’s face, blinding her and sending her into fits of coughing.

It was all the Kitten’s needed. As Batgirl coughed and rubbed her eyes, the Kittens grabbed her, and pulled her struggling across the room. Batgirl quickly recovered from the green sand, and tried to break free, but they had a firm hold of her. There were just too many of them.

They pulled her to the side of the red concession stand and pushed her against it. As she hit the side of the box, it hinged inward and she was pushed inside, the spring loaded door slamming closed behind her.

Batgirl rushed to the door but there was nothing to grab onto. She pushed against the glass and metal, trying to find a way to open it, but it was no use. It was designed to open inward, and there was no handle on the inside. She spun around pushing and pounding at the glass walls all around her, It was useless. She realized she was trapped.

She looked down at the ground. It was a metal grate, with a fan underneath. She looked above her. About nine feet up, there was a set of nozzles, all pointing downward and inward, in a circular direction. She looked back out at Catwoman, who approached her smiling.

‘So nice of you to accept my little invitation to the carnival, Batgirl. I see you came dressed appropriately. I love the purple bodystocking. VERY sexy…. It’s too bad it’s going to get…. icky.’ Catwoman said, her eyes narrowing, as she reached over and pushed a button on the side of the box.

Batgirl heard the click, and a motor began to hum rhythmically above her head. Soon after the hum began, the fan below her feet began to spin, sucking the air downward. Seconds later the nozzles above her head began to blow. The positioning of the nozzles and the fan below created a current within the box, and Batgirl could feel the air moving downward, spinning around her body like a whirlwind.

‘I hope you have a sweet tooth, Batgirl!’ Catwoman squealed as the hum of the motor above Batgirl’s head deepened abruptly.

Suddenly, fine strings of bright pink material, began to exit from the nozzles. They rained down on Batgirl, the wind current spinning them around her body as they fell.

Batgirl, instinctively put her arms up to her face momentarily to protect herself, but quickly found that the super fine strands were not caustic. The current continued to spin the stuff around her. It was super-fine and shimmered in the light like fine gossamer silk. It was strange stuff. And sticky as hell.

Wherever it hit her body it stuck. She tried to pull it off, but only succeeded in having it stick to her hands as well. It was like warm, super-sticky bubble gum. Her efforts to pull it off only made it worse; The more she tried to rid herself of it, the more fibres stuck to her hands and arms, connecting them with her body. It was becoming a huge mess.

After a short time, hundreds of fibres were strung between her arms and her torso and between her slightly spread legs. It was a gooey sticky mess. And it kept coming. More and more of the fibres rained down, spinning around her as they fell. It was in her hair and on her face.

It was entangling her. She tried in vain to pull her arms free; It was useless. The sticky fibres would allow her to move, but not escape. They stretched about a foot and then held fast, like a thousand super- thin rubber bands.

Realizing that she couldn’t pull her arms free, Batgirl began to struggle wildly, the thin pink goo stretching slightly but not letting her go. It was useless; Strands were building on strands, making it more and more inescapable.

Batgirl began to notice a smell. It was strangely sweet. She knew this smell.

‘Oh god, it’s cotton candy!’ Batgirl squealed, as the thin fibres continued spinning around her struggling body, covering her soft, silky bodystocking with sticky pink goo.

‘Very purrrceptive Batgirl. But it’s not just ordinary cotton candy…’ Catwoman roared with laughter, the other kittens joining in.

Batgirl desperately tried to pulled her arms and legs free from the mounting web, but even her most fervent efforts were in vain. She might have been able to free herself from a small amount of the sticky stuff, but there was too much of it. It’s combined mass was much stronger than she was, and no amount of struggling or straining could loosen its sticky grip, even a little. In fact, if anything it was getting tighter.

Batgirl looked up from her body to the four women outside. They were all pointing at her and laughing, all in obvious elation at her sticky predicament.

‘Oh look Catwoman, It’s working!’ Talon gushed.

Batgirl looked up at the nozzles and then back down at her body. The fibres were encasing her in a bright pink web. She continued to struggle, but it was useless. It was getting harder and harder to move in.

She looked at her knees. They were now almost touching. She tried to pull them apart but couldn’t. She tried to pull her arms free. Now she could only move them a couple of inches before the strings held fast. Her heart sank. She wasn’t imagining it. The entire pink web was getting tighter.

‘Oh god! What is this stuff?!’

‘Its constrictor candy, Batgirl! An …AMUSING new invention of mine.’ Catwoman purred, moving slightly closer to the glass. ‘As it cools, it contracts to one tenth it’s original length.’

‘Oh god! Uggh!…ughh..’

‘Yes! Batgirl! It will build up around your body and then contract, slowly strangling you in it’s sticky candy caress. Oh, and it’s very strong. You’ll find it completely impossible to escape. In only a matter of minutes, you’ll be strangled to death…. Its sweet pink outer coating encasing your luscious body like a huge cotton candy treat!’ Catwoman, roared, thrilled at her victory.

Chapter 5

…Batgirl desperately tried to pull her arms and legs free from the mounting web, but found even her most fervent efforts in vain. She might have been able to free herself from a small amount of the sticky stuff, but there was just too much of it. Its combined mass was much stronger than she was, and no amount of struggling or straining could loosen its sticky grip, even a little. In fact, if anything it seemed to be getting tighter.

Batgirl looked up from her struggling body to the four women outside. They were all pointing at her and laughing, all in obvious elation at her sticky predicament.

‘This is fantastic!’ Talon gushed.

Batgirl looked up at the nozzles and then back down at her body. The fibers were encasing her in a bright pink web. She continued to struggle, but it was useless.

She looked at her knees. They were now almost touching. She tried to pull them apart but couldn’t. She tried to pull her arms free. Now to her dismay, she could only move them a couple of inches before the strings held fast. Her heart sank. She wasn’t imagining it. The entire pink web was tightening around her.

‘Oh god! What is this stuff?!’

‘Its constrictor candy, Batgirl! An …AMUSING new invention of mine.’ Catwoman purred, moving slightly closer to the glass. ‘It sticks to whatever it touches and then cools, contracting to one tenth it’s original length.’

‘Oh god! Uggh!…ughh..’

‘Yes! Batgirl! It will build up around your body and then contract, slowly strangling you in it’s sticky candy caress. Oh, and it’s very strong. You’ll find it completely impossible to escape from it’s icky grasp. In only a matter of minutes, you’ll be strangled to death…. Its sweet pink outer coating, encasing your luscious body like a huge cotton candy treat!’ Catwoman, roared, thrilled at her victory.

‘You fiend!’ Batgirl screamed, as the fine strands continuing to weave their deadly web around her.

‘Talon, set up the video camera. Our client needs proof of Batgirl’s savory demise.’

While Talon carried out her orders, Catwoman walked up to the Constrictor Candy machine and stopped inches from the glass. Batgirl could barely see her through the mounting pink web, though she was only inches away.

‘Oh that’s right Batgirl, struggle for the Camera.’ Catwoman said quietly. ‘My client will enjoy it all the more. I get wet just thinking how disgusting that stuff must feel around your body. It must feel diabolically icky. Kind of sticky, tight and gooey all at the same time.’

‘Uggh… Uggh… Oh god!’ Batgirl grunted, continuing to struggle. Now the sticky mess around her would only stretch an inch at the most.

‘Can you feel it getting tighter Batgirl?’ Catwoman cooed, quietly. ‘Soon it will become uncomfortably so. It will close in around you ever so slowly. Layers upon layers of pink goo compressing you, squeezing you. Oh, I so wish I could stay to watch.’

Batgirl could feel it tightening. For the first time she could actually feel it start to squeeze around her body. The inch of movement that she had before was gone. Now the strings around her body held her firmly in place. She couldn’t move her limbs at all.

‘Well Batgirl, I must get over to the studio. I have arranged a special photo shoot with a certain Miss La Gams. She should find it quite electrifying. But don’t worry, I will be back to sample some of your sweet exterior later. Then maybe I’ll mail you to Commissioner Gordon as an early Valentine’s present!’ Catwoman as she turned to go.

‘Catwoman!’ Batgirl screamed still struggling in the pink mess.

‘Ta Ta! Batgirl!’ Catwoman said, as she exited with the Kittens through the curtain.

Batgirl couldn’t even see her. All she could see was pink. Her entombment was getting oppressive. It was slowly squeezing her. She could feel it tightening around her head, neck and body. Soon she would be overcome. She had to do something.

She tried to lift her arms, but the were literally stuck to her sides. She strained and struggled but the sticky fibers held fast, slowly constricting around her.

‘Auugg!’ Batgirl grunted, as she clawed at the webbing, trying to gain even an inch of ground on its unending assault. Her struggles were completely useless. She was a mass of sticky pink fibers. A deadly web that had only one mission. To kill.

She quickly realized that brute force would not do. She had to think. Her left hand was near her utility belt. If only she could….

She used every ounce of strength left to move her hand a centimeter towards her utility belt. She stretched her index finger outward, straining again the strands that held her. No good. She couldn’t reach it. She tried again, concentrating all her mental powers on that one finger. Stretch… Stretch… Stretch…

Success! That extra bit of mental effort stretched her finger just close enough to push a button on the outside of the belt. The belt began to heat up. The strands around and near the belt began to expand, giving Batgirl just the amount of leverage she needed.

She quickly opened a compartment pulled out a can of Batgirl sugar dissolver and began to spray her body with it. Within seconds she was free though Constrictor Candy continued to rain down upon her. She quickly reached into her belt again and pulled out her trusty Batgirl glass cutter. She cut the glass and jumped to freedom, still a mass of sticky pink goo.

She continued to spray her dissolver on the strands around her body and after a short time, most were melted. She looked down at herself. The purple bodystocking was ruined. She would have to go home and change quickly. Catwoman obviously had plans for Miss La Gams.

She exited the funhouse, got on her cycle and sped home.

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Amanda Denier came home to find her roommate Cheri La Gams pulling a pair of black stockings up her long shapely legs.

‘Hi Cheri. Going out?’ She asked looking at Cheri’s attire. She was dressed in a black turtleneck latex teddy, stockings and stiletto heels. It was not unusual for Cheri. She was after all Apparel Obsessia’s kink girl of the year, or what ever. Amanda didn’t understand it at all. The most provocative thing she had ever worn was a garter belt and stockings. The things in Cheri’s wardrobe were way out there.

‘Oui. I ‘ave a photo shoot today. Verry kinky. I get to play ze Dominatrix. Do you approve?’ She said, turning around slowly.

Amanda looked at Cheri in her ultra tight outfit. The light gleamed off her breasts and hips. The material of the dress looked like dripping wet sex. She did look good. Hell, she looked better than that. She looked incredible.

‘God Cheri, You look hotter than the surface of Mercury.’

‘Merci Ma’m’selle.’ She said, leaning over slightly, playing the model.

Amanda went over to the couch and sat down. On the table were two shoe boxes, one open and one closed. On the outside of each read:

Apparel Obsessia Domina Pump – Size 5

The open pair were obviously on Cheri’s feet. She opened the other box. Inside was another beautiful pair of black patent leather shoes with absurdly high heels. She picked one of the shoes out of the box.

‘How do you walk in these things?’ She asked, looking at the heel as it tapered down to a ridiculously thin tip. The heel was almost as long as her foot.

‘Oh its not so bad once you get used to zem.’ Cheri replied, looking her friends reaction to her well placed bait. ‘Try zem on.’

‘They’re a size five. I’m a six and a half or seven.’

‘Oh, zat’s European sizing. Zey’ll fit.’

Amanda looked up from the shoe in her hand. Cheri had a strange glint in her eye. Amanda kicked off her sensible shoes and slid the shoe on her foot. It fit perfectly. She pulled the other out and put it on as well. They were indeed beautiful shoes.

‘Ere, I will ‘elp you stand up.’ Cheri said, as she moved forward and stood besides Amanda.

With Cheri’s help, Amanda stood up carefully. The heels were unbelievably high. She was more than a little wobbly as Cheri lead her to the mirror to have a look.

‘Oh my.’ Amanda said as, she look at the shoes.

‘Look what zey do for your beautiful legs.’ Cheri said, lifting up Amanda calf length skirt then sliding her hand up the front of Amanda’s thigh, until the hem of the skirt was past her upper thighs. ‘Au oui, zey make your legs look verry sexy.’

Cheri was right. The heels made the muscles in her already shapely legs elongate and tighten, making her already beautiful legs look amazing.

‘Mike would die, eef he saw you in zose.’ Cheri said.

‘I know, but I don’t know how long I could wear them. Standing in these things must be a killer.’

‘You should try standing on one, with zee ozzer one tied to your wrists.’ Cheri said casually, lifting one foot off the floor while she put her wrists behind her in a mock bondage position.

‘You’ve done that?’ Amanda said amazed.

‘Zat and other zings. I ‘ave done lot’s of bondage. Actually I kind of like it.’

‘You like be tied up.’ Amanda said incredulously.

‘Oh sure, especially if it’s ze right person doing ze tying. Sex and bondage can be most encreable. Don’t tell me no one ‘as ever tied you up before.’

‘Only as a kid, playing cowboys and Indian’s.’ Amanda said.

‘Zat doesn’t count. You should have Mike do it sometime. It’s a great ‘ow you say, turn on?

‘I wouldn’t know where to start-‘

‘Ah, it’s easy, I’d be glad to show you ‘ow. You would be fun to tie up.’

Amanda turned and looked Cheri in the eyes. She was smiling and her eyebrows were ever so slightly narrowed. She was serious.

‘You want to tie me up.’ Amanda asked.

‘Only if you want me to. True bondage games eez a matter of mutual consent and trust. I would never force anyone to do somezing zey didn’t want to do.’

Amanda thought about it for a while. She hated to admit it, but the idea DID intrigue her. She had often thought about what it would be like to be tied up. She looked at her friend Cheri. Though she knew she was kinky, this was a side that she had never seen before. She was so nonchalant with the whole thing. She was just standing there smiling, not saying a word. Her statements hung out there like a flower brimming with nectar. She decided to take the bait.

‘OK. How do we do this?’ Amanda asked, crossing her wrists in front of her.

‘First you ‘ave to change.’

‘Can’t I wear what I have on?’ Amanda asked looking at her long cotton dress and shirt.

‘Oh no. Bondage requires somezing a little more… unusual, non?. I zink I ‘ave somezing more appropriate that will fit you. Come wiss me.’

Amanda felt a twinge of excitement flow through her body as she followed Cheri into her bedroom. Cheri opened the closet and went inside. After a minute of so, she returned with an armful of kinky lingerie, which she promptly deposited on the bed.

‘I zink zis will fit you perfectly.’ Cheri said lifting up one of the items.

It was a long sleeved turtleneck teddy made of a shiny blue material. It was open breasted and zipped up the front. It had a zipped crotch and it snapped together in the front at the waist with four snaps. It looked absolutely wicked.

‘You want me to wear that?’

‘Wiss some stockings of course.’ Cheri said, confidently.

Amanda thought about it for a second. What the hell.


‘Tres bien. Put zese on.’ She said handing Amanda a pair of jet-black, seamed stockings. Amanda sat down, took off her shoes, hiked up her dress, and pulled the smooth nylon up her shapely legs. The stockings were the stay-up variety and were extra tall, coming nearly up to her crotch.

Then she stood up and took off her regular clothes and let Cheri help her into the teddy. She put her arms in the sleeves and worked them through. She could already tell that the outfit was going to be tight. It hugged her arms like a second skin. Cheri closed the collar around her neck and then pulled the two sides of the teddy around under her breasts. She put one side of the zipper into the fastening and as Amanda inhaled, zipped up the front of the teddy. Then she grabbed the hourglass shaped piece of material that was hanging down behind Amanda thighs and pulled it though her legs. Then she stretched the material until it was taught against her pussy and snapped it in place at Amanda’s waist.

The teddy wasn’t tight. It was absolutely stringent. It felt like she had been wedged in it. Not that it was uncomfortable Actually, it was arousing as hell.

”Ere. Put zee on.’ Cheri said, handing Amanda a pair of blue shoes very similar to the onea that she had just taken off.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and put the shoes on. Then she stood back up carefully. Amanda then turned and spread her legs slightly, putting her hands on her hips. Cheri stepped back and admired her.

‘Oh you look fabulous. Come ‘ere and take a look.’ Cheri said, as she guided Amanda to the full length mirror.

Amanda couldn’t believe her eyes. She looked unbelievable. The effect of the teddy and the shoes together made her look like a sexual dynamo. She was going to have try these things on for Mike later. He would go ape-shit.

Cheri went back to the closet and returned with a wooden chest which she deposited by the bed.

‘What’s in there?’ Amanda asked, curiously.

‘Toys.’ Cheri answered mischievously. ‘Come ‘ere.’

Amanda did as she was told. Cheri reached in the chest and pulled out a length of thin white rope. Amanda put her hands out in front of her and crossed her wrists.

‘Oh no, my little sex kitten, I want your ‘ands be’ind you. You’re much more vulnerable zat way.’ Cheri said, turning her around. ‘Put your ‘ands be’ind your back and cross your wrists.’

Amanda did as she was told. She put her hands behind her back and hesitantly crossed her wrists, now slightly scared with the prospect of giving her freedom away.

‘Excellent. Now zere is just one rule. If you wish to stop, you just sing or ‘um a song. Any song. You ‘um a song and I will untie you immediately. Do you understand?’


‘Tres bien.’

Cheri looped the rope around Amanda’s wrist and coiled it around them, alternating directions as she went. Amanda could tell she had done this before. A lot. She took her time tying her. Meticulously placing the rope so as not to pinch her. It didn’t seem that tight, but as she continued, the ropes layered on top of one another making the bondage gentle yet inescapable. Cheri tied off the ends out of Amanda’s reach and stepped back to let her test her bondage.

Amanda pulled experimentally at her wrists and found she was indeed tied up quite effectively. No amount of pulling or twisting would free her. She felt her pussy get wet. A warm glow grew inside of her.

Cheri walked behind her and hugged her, her hands moving over Amanda’s helpless body.

‘Ummm’ Amanda moaned opening her legs slightly and inviting Cheri’s groping hands downward. She obliged, messaging her pussy with one hand as the other cupped her exposed breast.

Amanda moved her body down onto Cheri’s hand. Cheri responded with firmer caresses. Amanda’s hips began to gyrate with the pressure. She was becoming very turned on. Cheri responded by removing her hands from her body and stepping back.

‘What are you doing?’ Amanda asked with a slight whine in her voice.

‘Cheri zink ma’m’sell not ‘elpless enough.’ Cheri responded, already grabbing numerous lengths from the chest and returning to Amanda.

Amanda turned toward her. Cheri gently grabbed her under the chin, guided her face up to hers and gave her a long passionate kiss.

‘I zink M’am’selle needs more rope.’ She said, turning Amanda around.

She looped more rope around Amanda’s upper arms, just above her elbows. Then she tightened the rope, drawing her elbows towards each other. Once they were about three inches apart she began coiling the rope around them. When she had three or four turns in place she turned the rope forty five degrees and began to wrap the rope between her elbows. She carefully lined up the cinching in neat rows until she reached the other elbow where she tied it off.

‘M’am’selle is very flexible, non?… Tres bien.’ Cheri cooed, quietly as she tied another rope to her elbow ropes and then fed the ends up and round the outside of her shoulders. She crossed the ropes behind her neck and then pulled them down in front, crossing them under each breast, before returning around her torso to her elbows. Then not satisfied, she repeated her movements, doubling the ropes.

She wasn’t done. She doubled a rope, tied it to Amanda’s elbow ropes and then tied the ropes around her torso, above and below her breasts, holding her arms tightly behind her.

Amanda experimented again. Cheri’s artistic bondage forced her shoulders back and her chest forward, making her breasts stand out provocatively. It was expertly done. There was no way she was going to get free without Cheri’s help.

‘Is it really necessary for it to be this tight?’ Amanda said as she pulled at her bonds.

‘Absolutement. It is the essence of helplessness.’ Cheri responded, grabbing a three foot long pole made of ornately carved, unvarnished pine. ‘Now spread your legs. Wider. Bon.’

Amanda spread her legs and Cheri tied each ankle to opposite ends of the wooden pole. Then she slid her hands up the inside of Amanda’s stocking legs, just barely touching her pussy before grabbing another length of rope and standing up.

‘Haven’t you tied me up enough?’ Amanda whined questioningly. ‘I can’t get out.’

‘I know… Only a couple more.’ Cheri responded, already grabbing a chair and standing on it. She tied the rope to a large eyebolt in the wooden rafter on the ceiling. Amanda had never noticed the eye bolt before. Then she got down off the chair and fed the free ends under the ropes above and below Amanda’s ample breasts and pulled it taught.

The ropes tightened around Amanda’s breasts and then forced her forward and upward. Cheri felt the taughtness of the rope, was satisfied, and tied the rope off. Then she grabbed another length of rope and attached it to Amanda’s wrists.

‘Oh come on… this is enough.’

Cheri didn’t pay any attention. She reached under the bed and pulled out a number of large flat, circular weights with holes in the middle. She positioned the weights a couple of feet behind Amanda and then pulled rope attached to her wrists downward, through the holes in the weights, then forward, under the pole spreading her legs. She then pulled it, until the rope was taught. It forced Amanda’s arms back and down and stopped her from wandering forward. Cheri stood up and backed up a few paces looking at her masterful bondage.


‘Perfect? Cheri, these ropes are awfully uncomfortable and these shoes are killing me.’

‘M’am’selle must learn not to complain so much.’ Cheri said reaching into chest. ‘I zink its time for M’am’selle to be quiet.’

As Amanda opened her mouth to complain, Cheri took advantage and shoved a bright blue rubber ball into her mouth. She worked it behind Amanda’s teeth and then quickly buckled it behind her head.

‘MMMPHHHH! MPPPRRRpHUMPPP! UPPRrPPHH!’ Amanda screamed unintelligibly.

‘I don’t understand…’ Cheri said, smiling.

Amanda was dumbfounded. She was completely helpless. Why had she gone along with this? She felt around the ball with her tongue. It had been used before. She could feel the small indentations of another person’s teeth on the large rubber ball. And it was quite effective. It filled her mouth completely and as much as she tried, she couldn’t push it out of her mouth with her tongue.

Cheri watched Amanda turning her head in frustration, trying to figure out how to get the gag out of her mouth.

‘Oh you can stop trying to get it out. I assure you that it eez quite secure…’ She cooed, as she walked behind her. ‘Just one last zing.’

Cheri grabbed a black leather blindfold and put it over Amanda’s eyes. It had a hole cutout for the nose and it had two soft pads on the inside that pushed up against her eyes making it impossible to open them. She was completely blind.

This only added to her helplessness. Amanda could heard Cheri moving around her. Her heels clicking on the floor as she walked. She pulled at her bonds. They were ridiculously secure. She felt completely defenseless.

Amanda was expecting Cheri to do something but she didn’t. Instead she heard her walk away and sit down on a chair across the room.

‘Struggle for me Amanda’ Cheri said softly. as the soft whir of a vibrator came alive across the room.

Amanda was not sure why, but she obeyed. She began to move in her bondage, pulling at her hands and feet as best she could. Her body was a wash of motion, all it of sensual. She could heard Cheri begin to moan, and the rhythmic sound of her hip grinding on the vibrator. It was an amazing turn on. She struggled harder, feeling the utter helplessness that Cheri’s cunning ropes had provided.

Cheri began to moan louder and louder until finally, Amanda heard her come. The chair squeaking in unison with her thrusting hips. The sounds slowly faded and then stopped.

She stopped her fervent struggling. She was exhausted. The ropes above her body held her up. She listened for noises. She thought she heard the sound of stocking feet being pulled from shoes but she wasn’t sure. Time passed, and still nothing.

‘Mpph?’ Amanda pleaded.


‘MPPPH!” Amanda pleaded again, pulling at her wrists and legs in frustration.

Amanda had had enough. She was ready to stop. She was about to signal to end to the proceedings when she felt the zipper of her teddy opening. Then the soft touch of Cheri’s fingers on her pussy. Then inside. Then her hot, moist breath and her tongue.

Amanda began to move, but not for freedom. She was becoming incredibly turned on. As Cheri’s expert tongue dove in and out with reckless abandon, she gyrated her hips in unison.

‘Feel good?’ Cheri asked softly.

‘Uh-huhm’ Amanda responded, moaning into her gag.

‘Struggle for me Amanda.’ Cheri commanded quietly, her fingers stimulating Amanda clitoris.

‘Uggghh…. ugghhhh!’ Amanda responded, moving her body, concentrating on the ropes encircling her. Holding her prisoner.

Cheri added her mouth to her already flexing fingers and began to suck and caress Amanda’s sex. The passion rising within Amanda was unparalleled. She had never felt anything like this before. She pulled at her bonds waiting for the shock wave that she could feel quickly rising within her. It hit like an avalanche. Crushing her body with blow after blow of intense pleasure. It was unbelievable. All she could do was scream into her gag and hang on for dear life. Wave upon wave crashed over her. Again and again. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore. They eased and then subsided, leaving her completely spent.

Cheri removed Amanda blindfold and kissed her cheek. Amanda opened her eyes and looked into Cheri face. Cheri was smiling. Amanda felt warm all over. She was kind of sorry that Cheri was going to untie her. She waited for her to do so.

But she didn’t. Instead she grabbed something out of the chest. It was a large pink vibrator.

‘Ummphh!’ Amanda whimpered.

Cheri took no notice. She slid the vibrator into Amanda sopping wet pussy and held it there. With her other hand, she looped a rope around Amanda’s waist and then fed the free ends between the lips of her pussy.

‘UUMmmmpp!’ Amanda protested.

Cheri continued undaunted. She fed the ends of the crotch rope over Amanda’s elbow ropes pulling it tightly between the cheeks of her ass and deep into her pussy.

‘Tight enough?’ She teased, giving the rope a slight yank.


‘I guess so.’ Cheri said tying it off. She bent down and picked up a small box that was on the ground. ‘This is a remote control for the vibrator. I am going to set it for fifteen minutes on fifteen minutes off. I have to go to my photo shoot. It will take about four hours. In that time, you should be utterly spent.’

‘Mpphh!’ Amanda whimpered trying to lift her feet.

‘Do the shoes hurt?’ Cheri asked. ‘Let me help you.’

She pulled the shoes from Amanda’s feet and Amanda found out just how clever Cheri’s bondage was. She ceiling ropes holding her up wouldn’t allow her to stand flat footed. Her stocking heels were only an inch from the floor, but she couldn’t get them any further down.

‘I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Feel free to scream at anytime. Enjoy!’ Cheri said, turning and walking out the door.

Whirrrrrrr… The vibrator came on inside Amanda’s pussy.

‘Ummmmm ha ummmm ha ummmm!’ Amanda began to sing, but it was too late. Cheri was already out the door.

Chapter 6

Batgirl arrived home shortly after noon. Her ride home was uneventful, though everyone turned to look at her as she whizzed past. This wasn’t exactly unusual; Whenever she dressed as Batgirl, people stared. She had come to expect it. Actually, in all truthfulness, she had come to enjoy it as well.

Except today. Today, people were looking at her strangely. It was probably the gobs of pink constrictor candy that had dried all over the outside of her purple bodystocking. She didn’t blame them for staring; She knew she was a mess.

Arriving home, she quickly shed her sticky clothes and ran into the bathroom. She would have loved a leisurely bath, but unfortunately, she had no time to spare, so she had to settle for a quick shower instead. The water was hot and washed away the pink candy that was still left of her. Finished, she got out, dried off and went back to the bedroom. She threw the ruined outfit in the incinerator along with her soiled cowl and wig and went to dress.

Luckily she had extra outfits. She had known there would be days like this. She opted for her skin-tight, purple latex catsuit and stiletto pumps. She dusted herself with ample amounts of baby powder and pulled on the catsuit. After a bit of wiggling and contorting, she had it on.

‘God damn this thing is tight.’ Batgirl said under her breath as she sat down and slid on her five-inch, stiletto heeled shoes. She grabbed her purple latex cowl and wig and put them on, followed shortly by her utility belt. When she was done, she turned and took a look in the mirror. Perfect.

‘You’re going to pay for that candy episode, Catwoman.’ She said aloud, before she turned, got back on her Batgirl Cycle and sped off, the secret panel swinging closed behind her.

Cheri La Gams arrived at the Sex Cages Boudoir Photography studios on Langer Street and looked at the time. It was 12:13; Her extra curricular activities with Amanda had made her a little late. She opened the door to her sleek black sports car and stepped out. Cars all around her slowed and one man almost walked into a lamp post. Cheri laughed slightly at the man, then feeling sorry for him, blew him a little kiss, before opening the dark glass studio doors and walking inside.

The reception area of the Sex Cages was impressive. The floors and walls were made of imported black marble with rich red marble inlay. The ceiling was over thirty feet high. Hanging on the walls were a set of six, beautifully framed photographs, each ten feet high. They were of beautiful women dressed in exotic lingerie. One of the photographs caught Cheri’s attention. It was of a stunning woman in black lingerie, stockings and no shoes, lounging on a mass of large, soft, red pillows with her hands tied in front of her with white rope. She had a kind of “come down and lay beside me” type of smile that was intoxicating.

She looked at the picture for a while and then turned and walked towards the receptionist. She was seated atop a high stool, behind a small black desk made of gleaming chrome and glass. She was stunning. She was around thirty; Tall with long, wild, red hair that had been teased and styled so as to make her look almost savage.

With most women a hairstyle like that would have dominated her appearance. Not so this woman. It was her eyes. They were piercing green and so dazzling that Cheri was unconsciously drawn into them like she had just fallen down two bottomless wells. She stared deep into them as she approached, spellbound by their intense magnetism. There was something lying beneath them; A smoldering essence beneath the cool shimmering waters. It felt dark and wicked.

As Cheri got nearer, she got a look at the rest of the woman’s body. She was wearing a tight, purple dress of a lycra material that looked as if she had poured it on. She was sitting with her legs crossed, but the upper leg was lifted slightly off the other, giving anyone who approached a teasing view up her short skirt at her firm thighs.

‘May I help you?’ The woman said smiling, leaning forward on her stool slightly.

Cheri came out of her trance.

‘Ah…Bonjour. I am Cheri La Gams. I am ‘ere for ze Apparel Obsessia fall lawngeree photo shoot.’

‘Welcome, we’ve been expecting you.’ The young woman said, bouncing off the chair and moving around the desk to face her. Cheri looked down at her feet. The woman was wearing purple stiletto pumps with ankle straps that were locked closed around her shapely ankles with tiny brass padlocks. It was a good thing that she sat down most of the time. Those heels were certainly NOT made for walking.

Passion saw that Cheri was admiring her shoes. She liked that. She also liked Cheri’s choice in clothes. This was going to be more fun than she could have hoped for. She smiled slightly and held out her hand.

‘My name is Passion, it so nice to meet you.’ She cooed, as she took Cheri’s hand in her own. Her touch was electrifying. ‘I love your outfit. Very sexy.’

‘Merci.’ Cheri replied. ‘I love your shoes. Verrry kinky.’


Passion opened her mouth and ever so subtly licked her lips.

‘I’m afraid that Ms. Kyle has been delayed. She’s asked me to help you get ready.’ She said, letting Cheri’s hand slowly slide from her own. ‘If you would like to follow me, I will show you to the dressing room.’

Passion turned on her heel, beckoned Cheri to follow and began to saunter towards the back of the reception area. Even this woman’s walk was hypnotizing. Her hips rocked like it was a Latin dance, completely fluid and natural.

Cheri followed Passion through a door and down a long hallway to the back of the studio. The woman opened the door and ushered her inside.

‘Your outfit is hanging up over there. Our hair and makeup gal is delayed as well, though really…’ she said, looking Cheri up and down, ‘…in all honesty, you don’t need any makeup.’

‘Merci’ Cheri acknowledged, her eyes moving to the outfit hanging up across the room.

It was a shiny yellow, turtleneck catsuit made out of what looked like latex. Cheri walked over for a closer look. It was quite an unusual outfit. It was unlined and made to cover the entire body, including the feet and hands. For the life of her she couldn’t see any seems in the fabric. It looked like one solid piece of latex.

‘Bizzzarrrre’ Cheri said softly, picking up the garment.

As soon as she picked it up, she knew it wasn’t latex. The touch of the fabric was indescribable. It felt incredibly slippery, yet not oily. And it felt very, very sexy. She got wet just thinking what it would feel like on.

‘What is zis made of. It’s so… strange.’ She said, wide eyed, as she continued to caress the fabric.

‘It our latest invention. Unusual isn’t it? Would you like me to help you in?’

‘Absolutement’ Cheri replied, hanging up the outfit and peeling off her clothes.

‘Ow am I going to get in zis? Zere is no zipper.’

‘It’s a very special material. It will stretch.’

‘Zis collar is going to stretch enough for me to get in?’

‘Yes. Let me show you.’ Passion said, walking forward and taking the catsuit from the wall. ‘Sit down over there and I’ll help you put it on.’

Cheri did as instructed and lifted her legs so that Passion could help her put the catsuit on. Passion pulled at the collar of the catsuit and amazingly, it slowly stretched in her hands until the opening was two feet wide. Cheri put her legs in, and as Passion held the suit open, Cheri pulled the legs on. It was as slippery inside as it was outside, so it was easy to slide on. It was easier than putting on a pair of pantyhose.=

The material stretched smoothly up over her thighs and then over her hips.=

Passion continued to hold the collar open while Cheri squirmed in. In no time she had her hands into the built in gloves, and Passion was able to release her hold on the collar. As she did so, the collar slowly shrank until it hugged Cheri’s neck tightly, but not uncomfortably.

It was the most amazing garment she had ever tried on. As soon as it was on her, it seemed to compress slightly, hugging her body like it was her own skin. It felt completely wicked.

‘Oh that looks great on you.’ Passion said, putting her hand on Cheri’s shoulder and then moving it slowly down the outside of her body.

‘It feels amazing.’ Cheri replied, moving her hands up her body and over her erect nipples. ‘It’s so slippery’

‘Yes it is…’ Passion said, removing her hand from the outfit and biting on her finger nail mischievously. ‘If you will follow me, Ms. Kyle asked me to show you into the studio. She will be here shortly.’

Passion turned and walked out of the room. Cheri followed. As soon as she took a step, sexual sensations fed up and down her body. She stopped walking. It was the catsuit. Passion looked over her shoulder and smiled.

‘Feels great, doesn’t it?’

‘Extraordinaire’ Cheri said, continuing forward, the sensations starting all over again.

Passion laughed and continued walking. Cheri followed, walking rather strangely as each step sent shivers up and down her body. Passion stopped at a door and opened it.

‘This is the studio we will be using. Ms. Kyle will be along shortly.’ She said, beckoning Cheri to enter.

Cheri walked inside the room and Passion closed the door behind her, leaving her alone. It was a very large room. The floor of the studio was made of rich red marble. The ceiling in here too was very high. On the walls of the studio hung various leather and bondage paraphernalia. Next to the door was a sawhorse like device with a few bondage restraints attached. She walked over to it gingerly, each step maker her more and more horny.

She reached the sawhorse and slid her hand along its wide, leather top. It felt smooth and soft. She grabbed one of the restraints and pulled on it experimentally. It was solid. She wondered momentarily what it would be like to be tied atop it…-or maybe Amanda. AMANDA. She wondered how uncomfortable and helpless she must feel right now. The thought made her even more wet.

She looked up from the sawhorse and noticed a large obviously bondage oriented device towards the back of the room. Cheri couldn’t help but walk over and take a look at it.

It consisted of two large, ornately carved black iron poles set into the red marble floor. At the top of each, was a large sculptured phoenix, carved in flight. Each pole had two fixed manacles attached to it; One towards the top and one at the bottom. The manacles were hinged opened, waiting for a willing or unwilling prisoner to be locked inside. In front of the bondage device was a huge mirror, that allowed victims to look at themselves as they struggled for freedom.

Cheri walked up to the device and slid her hand up the left pole as she walked around it. It was beautifully carved and smooth to the touch. Cheri wondered what it would be like to be secured to it. She walked forward and stood between the poles. They were about three and a half feet apart. She looked at herself in the mirror and gingerly put her wrists up to the open manacles. As soon as both wrists came in contact with the back of the open manacles, they slammed shut, trapping her.

‘What’s ze..’ Cheri said, trying to pull her hands from the manacles. It was useless. They were locked tight around her wrists.

The door at the far end of the room opened and Passion entered. She was wearing the same type of catsuit as Cheri, but in bright red. In her right gloved hand she held a bright yellow ballgag.

‘Did my little canary get trapped in my cage?’ She gushed, smiling broadly as she walked forward. Judging by the ballgag in her hand, Passion was not there to free her.

‘What’s going on ‘ere?!’ Cheri cried, pulling violently at her arms as Passion slowly approached. Her struggles were useless. The only thing they did, was to reinforce just how helpless she was.

Passion stayed silent as she walked behind her and grabbed a flailing ankle, pulling it towards the open manacle.

‘What are you doing?! Cheri screamed, struggling to pull it free of her grasp. Passion however had a good hold it and with both hands, easily positioned the ankle in the open manacle. It locked automatically. She grabbed a hold of the other ankle and soon, it too was bound.

‘Let me out of zis!’ Cheri cried, now struggle to free all of her limbs.

‘I don’t think so. Catwoman will be here soon and she said I could to play with you until she arrived.’

Cheri’s eyes widened in horror at the realization of her dilemma. She opened her mouth, but she never got the chance to scream; Passion was already shoving the bright yellow ball into her mouth, and buckling it tightly in place behind her head.

‘That’s right struggle for me. It will make everything so much more… intersting…’ Passion whispered as her hand moved between Cheri’s thighs.=


Batgirl arrived at Cheri’s penthouse apartment at one o’clock. She knocked at the door and waited. No answer. She tried again, still no response. She didn’t have time to screw around, so she pulled out her Batgirl lock pick, made quick work of the deadbolt, and cautiously walked inside.

‘Cheri?…. Cheri La Gams?’ Batgirl asked softly.

She stopped and listened for any noises. She heard a faint sound from a room at the far end of the hall. She walked towards it. As she neared the door, the noises got louder. It was the sound of a woman moaning into a gag.

Batgirl turned, kicked the door in and jumped inside. There in front of her was Amanda, writhing in stringent bondage. Her arms were tied tightly behind her back. Ropes from the ceiling held her in such a way as to force her to stand on her stocking toes, which were spread far apart by a wooden pole. Her eyes were opened wide, staring at Batgirl in disbelief.=

Her entire body glistened with sweat, and saliva drooled from the outside of the large blue ballgag in her mouth. She was in constant motion. Her hips gyrated madly as if she was making wild, passionate love to an invisible partner below her. She closed her eyes and shuddered, obviously orgasming.

Batgirl, momentarily stunned by the intense sexual display, came to her senses, ran to the woman and pulled the ballgag from her mouth.

‘Augh!…Oh.god!…Batgirl….Augh!… Please!…Augh… T-T- Turn, turn it off!’

Batgirl looked around her in confusion.

‘Auggh! The box! Turn off the boxxxxxxx!’ Amanda pleaded, shooting her eyes downward, before she yanked her head back again, in the midst of another gut wrenching orgasm.

Batgirl reached down and turned off the box.

Amanda’s body slowly came to rest. Her head falling down in exhaustion.

‘Oh god! Thank you, Batgirl.’

‘Who.. Who did this to you?!’ Batgirl asked.

‘It was my roommate, Cheri La Gams.’

‘Cheri La Gams? Where is she?’

‘She went to some kinky photo shoot.’

‘Where. She is in grave danger.’

‘Cheri in danger?’

‘Don’t you remember? I told you on the phone yesterday. You were supposed to have her call me.’

‘Oh god! I thought it was a prank. I didn’t know!’

‘It doesn’t matter now. Where did she go?’

‘I don’t know exactly… Wait! She wrote the address down over there by the phone!’

Batgirl bounded over to the phone and picked up a notepad laying beside it. There were indentations from the missing piece of paper above it. She grabbed a pencil and in twenty seconds, she had her answer. She walked back to Amanda.

‘I’ve got to go. Cheri has probably already walked into a hideous Catwoman trap. I hesitate to think what her diabolical mind has thought up for her.’ Batgirl said turning to go.

‘Wait! You can’t leave me like this!’

‘I’m sorry, you’re right.’ Batgirl said, bending down and flipping the switch on the box.

‘Nooo!’ Amanda squealed, as she felt the massive vibration come alive in her pussy again. ‘Please!…’

‘Don’t worry.’ Batgirl said as she opened the door and walked half way outside. ‘I’ll call the police from my Batgirl Cycle….. Knowing them, they will make it here in one, maybe two hours…. Have fun.’

Then she was gone. Amanda stood and looked at the closed door for a couple of seconds, expecting Batgirl to return. The seconds turned into minutes. She was serious. She was going to leave her like this….

Amanda stood further up on her toes. She was coming again.

Cheri moaned into her gag. Catwoman’s Sex Kitten Passion, enveloped her, sliding her equally slippery body against her own, thrusting her thigh against her pussy. The feeling of the two catsuits against one another was incredible. Cheri’s whole body shook with pleasure.

She sucked at the cunningly secure ballgag and pulled uselessly at her ankles and wrists. It was pointless. The bondage trap she had walked into was quite secure. Passion slid her hand between Cheri’s thighs and began to stroke her again. Cheri screamed into her ballgag as yet another orgasm rocked her body. She had never experienced anything like this before.

‘Well, well, well.’ Catwoman said, walking into the studio. ‘When the cat’s away…’

‘MPPHHH!’ Cheri screamed into her gag.

‘I see our guest is in good spirits. Is she enjoying the Sensi- suit? It looks like she is…’

Passion turned and looked at Catwoman. She was just as turned on as Cheri.

‘It looks like both of you are.’ Catwoman added dryly.

‘These Sensi-suits are out of this world, Catwoman.’

‘Yes. They are quite… stimulating.’ Catwoman, said as she approached the pair.

Passion released her grip and removed herself from Cheri’s quivering body. Cheri moaned into her gag, exhausted.

‘Tired, my little Parisian pet?’ Catwoman purred. ‘You haven’t seen anything yet…. Passion release the exciter!’

Passion moved behind the bondage frame to the wall and pulled a switch. Cheri heard a dry metallic click below her and looked down. A section of the floor was sliding away, revealing a large black dildo attached into a boxy metal base.

‘MmmmPH!’ She cried into her gag as the dildo began to rise slowly until it was directly below her pussy.

‘Passion, hold her while I position this.’

Passion obeyed and held Cheri around the waist, while Catwoman slowly raised the dildo upward by hand, carefully inserting it in her vagina. As more of the dildo entered her, the material of her bright yellow Sensi-suit went with it, easy stretching to accommodate the large black phallus. Soon seven inches were inside of her, with the crotch of the Sensi-suit stretching around the outside of the dildo like a condom.

‘Mmmmmmm’ Cheri moaned, feeling the strange material of the Sensi- suit caressing the inner walls of her vagina.

‘Well no one can accuse me of not practicing safe sex.’ Catwoman joked as she removed her hands from the dildo and stood up.

Cheri lifted her body slightly and an incredible wave of emotion washed over her. She stopped moving.

‘Yes, Miss La Gams, you are wise not to move too much. The material of the catsuit you are wearing has been specially designed to excite the wearing into a sexual frenzy. Originally I designed it for fun and play, but in the course of my personal experiments, I uncovered an unfortunate side effect. If the stimulation is allowed to increase past a certain level the suit goes out of control, and the wearer is engulfed in a massive upward spiral of sexual emotion. Unfortunately, the human body can’t sustain this level of pleasure for too long. In a matter of minutes, the suit will force your body into sensory overload and you will die…. Killed by your own sexual overdrive!

‘Mppph-!’ Cheri cried, moving slightly and discovering first hand what Catwoman meant. She stopped moving and stood as still as possible.

‘You French girls are so smart. You’ve discovered that if you stay still, you can’t get excited….. That’s quite true. Unfortunately, I already thought of that….’ Catwoman said as she walked back to the wall and pulled another switch.

The dildo began to vibrate and thrust slowly up and down, sending intense surges of primal lust throughout Cheri’s helpless body. She began to move in spite of herself. Her movements only increased the effect. Soon she was literally out of her mind with lust.

‘MMMPPpMmmPPP!’ Cheri screamed, already into her first orgasm. Catwoman squealed with laughter.

‘Look Catwoman, she’s doing the can-can!’ Passion squealed, moving her hand to Cheri’s heaving breast.

‘Yes, its too bad we don’t have a napkin or something to immortalize her on.’

‘You won’t need any napkin where you’re going, CATWOMAN!’

Catwoman spun around to see Batgirl standing in the doorway.

‘Sssssss! Batgirl!’ Catwoman hissed.

‘That’s right, Catwoman!’

‘But you’re dead. Encased in my sticky candy… extinct!’

Batgirl walked quickly to the center of the room and stopped, spreading her legs slightly and putting her hands on her hips.

‘The only thing that’s come to an end is your sick charades. Turn off the machine and let her go!’

Catwoman started to crouch down slightly like she was going to fight, but then relaxed strangely.

‘Very well, Batgirl…’ She said, turning and lifting the switch.

The thrusting of the vibrator ended and Cheri slowly relaxed.

‘You’re certainly more than a match for me…’

Suddenly Batgirl heard a noise behind her, and spun around just in time to see the Vixen and Talon pull a huge sheet of plastic around her from either side. Batgirl tried to pull away, but the woman were too fast. They had already moved behind, and around her wrapping her inside. She struggled to get free, but the plastic encased her entire body. All the way from her ankles, to over her head.

As Batgirl struggled against the plastic and the woman holding her, Passion arrived with what looked like a hair dryer and began to dance around Batgirl, blowing hot air at her. The plastic wrap sealed around her, shrinking and conforming around her body until she was trapped in a super tight, seamless plastic bag.

She was suffocating. Catwoman came over and spread a clear jelly over Batgirl’s mouth and nose. The plastic melted away and Batgirl was able to breath.

‘Aggh… Aghh.’ Batgirl grunted struggling in the super tight plastic.

‘Its no use struggling, Batgirl. That’s Siamese shrink wrap, a fiendish invention of mine. If I wished to, I could tie you down under some heat lamps and watch it slowly crush you to death… But, unfortunately for you, I have an even nastier idea…’ Catwoman said, smiling widely.

‘Talon, get the purple Sensi-suit we made for Batgirl. The one with the built in dildo. I have an idea that will kill two birds with one stone so to speak….’

Chapter 7

‘…….Its no use struggling, Batgirl. That’s Siamese shrink wrap, a fiendish invention of mine. If I wished to, I could tie you down under some heat lamps and watch it slowly crush you to death… But, unfortunately for you, I have an even nastier idea…’ Catwoman said, smiling widely, as she approached the still struggling Batgirl.

‘Nighty night!’ She gushed, as she pulled out a small perfume pump bottle and sprayed a small amount of the contents in Batgirl’s face. Batgirl inhaled a small amount of the mist and wilted like a rag doll in The Sex Kitten’s arms.

‘Talon, get the purple Sensi-suit we made for Batgirl. The one with the built in dildo. I have an idea that will kill two birds with one stone….’ She said already approaching Cheri with the spray bottle.

As Batgirl slept, Passion and Vixen relieved her of her outfit and replaced it with the purple Sensi-suit. They worked her legs into it and then carefully inserted the Sensi-suit covered dildo into her vagina before pulling the suit onto the rest of her body. Once they were finished, they tied her up.

Two lengths of white rope were used to tie each of her ankles tightly to her thighs. Another length of rope was used to tie her elbows tightly behind her back. Then they looped a rope around her waist a number of times and then tied her wrists to it on either side of her. Finally, as a last touch, Passion tied a rope to her elbow ropes, pulled it downward between her legs and up and over her waist rope in front. A evil smile erupted on Passion’s face, as she slowly pulled the rope taught, drawing the stretchy material of the Sensi-suit between the cheeks of Batgirl’s rear and deep into her pussy.

‘Tighter.’ Catwoman purred quietly, as she pulled on the rope experimentally. ‘I don’t want Batgirl to be too comfortable… …Much better. Now tie it off and start on Miss La Gams.

The Kitten’s obeyed and released the sleeping Cheri from the bondage trap and tied her in exactly the same manner as Batgirl.

‘Excellent work Kitten’s. Bring our two slumbering playmates next door. Let’s see who wants to be on top…’

Batgirl stirred from her forced slumber and found that she couldn’t move.’

‘Oh look, our purrrple princess is awake. How delicious.’ Catwoman cooed, approaching Batgirl.

Batgirl, quickly understood why she couldn’t move. She was tightly bound. She opened her eyes and groggily looked around her. The first thing she saw was Cheri. She was facing her about ten feet away, still unconscious. Batgirl looked down. She was suspended five feet off the ground atop a strange barrel shaped object that was three feet long and three feet in diameter.

Her spread thighs hugged the barrel’s curved outer surface, which was made up of individual metal rollers placed close together, each two to three inches in diameter. The rollers weren’t straight. They curved up and down slightly creating small peaks and valleys along their gleaming metal surface. Yet they fit into one another perfectly; The peaks of one roller matching up with a the valleys of its neighbor.

The Sex Kittens had tied her so she couldn’t get off the barrel. With her ankles tied to her thighs, and her arms of no use, it meant that she could only grip the outer surface of the rollers with her inner thighs and knees. And that was almost impossible to do; The metal rollers were coated in grease making the already incredibly slick material of the Sensi-suit, even more ridiculously slippery. In fact, Batgirl would have slid off the side of the barrel if it weren’t for a thin metal brace that was locked closed around their shoulders. The brace held her body upright on the top of the barrel’s elaborate surface.

Batgirl looked across at Cheri. She too was sitting atop a similar barrel. Connecting the two barrels was a sturdy metal pole. The center of the pole was perched atop a pyramid shaped object between Batgirl and Cheri.

Batgirl shifted atop her barrel and felt the dildo inside of her rub against the sensitive walls of her vagina. It sent chills though her helpless body.

Cheri stirred. She quickly came round and began to struggle in her tight bondage. She quickly gave up and looked over at Batgirl, obviously wondering what Catwoman had in mind.

‘Now that you’re both awake, I would like to explain what the idea of my little game is….’

‘Listen Catwo-‘ Batgirl interrupted.

Catwoman didn’t let her even start. She pushed a button on a remote control in her hand and Batgirl let out a yelp, as a quick, sharp jolt of electricity fed up through her body from the metal rollers below her. Catwoman waited for Batgirl to say somthing else, then finding her silent, smiled and continued.

‘That’s better. You’re sitting on opposite ends of my Arouser See-Saw. A small electrode bas been placed in your suits to measure your sexual response. The machine takes that sexual energy and transforms it into electricity which it stores in a large battery at the base of the see-saw. There’s a small and fairly harmless amount stored in there right now from my test runs with Talon and Passion… as you Batgirl, I’m sure can certainly attest to. Soon however, after you start to squirm in those delicious Sensi-suits and your helpless bodies begin to react to their intoxicating embraces, your mounting passion will feed the batteries large empty cells, until its charge has become quite deadly.’

‘I’m sure there more to this than just storing our sexual energy, Catwoman.’

Catwoman looked up at Batgirl and smiled, sliding her hands up the outside of her firm breasts.

‘Correct as usual, Batgirl. Besides just storing your sexual energy, the Arouser See-Saw also measures it as well. Here’s where the fun part comes in. The Arouser will measure which of the two of you is more aroused, and lower the other in response. And you don’t want to be lowered. Underneath each of you is a button. If this button comes in contact with the ground below you, the machine is programmed to release all of it’s stored energy. frying both of you to a crisp.

‘Oh mon dieu! Batgirl!’ Cheri cried, renewing her feeble attempts to escape.

‘Don’t struggle, Cheri! The suit is designed to excite you when you move!’ Batgirl cried, trying to calm the poor girl.

‘Correct! Batgirl…’ Catwoman applauded, walking next to Cheri. ‘As Cheri already knows, once the Sensi-suits get going, it will be impossible to stop your bodies mounting passion!’ Catwoman cried as she moved her hand to Cheri’s bosom and stroked the under side of her left breast softly.

‘I think we need a little multimedia presentation to get us in the mood… Passion!’

Passion flipped a switch and a video began to play on a huge screen behind Batgirl. Batgirl turned to look behind her, but a small, yet carefully placed partition made it impossible for her to see it.

‘Oh mon dieu…’ Cheri said softly, her eyes glued to the screen.

A woman began to laugh wickedly. Batgirl knew who it was instantly. It sent chills down her spine.

“…Oh my god it’s quicksand!’ “Very perceptive, Batgirl… But not just ordinary quicksand, It’s Clavicsand!..”

Batgirl’s mind reeled as the soundtrack continued. Even over the cackling voice of Nora Clavicle explaining her fate in sickening detail, she could hear the sound of her legs squishing in and out of the surface of the thick oozing quicksand.

‘Where did you get this?!’ Batgirl screamed, trying to blot out the sound of the slurping.

‘Didn’t know it existed, did you Batgirl? No one did. A couple months ago, I got a call from my good friend Miss Clavicle who asked me to pick it up before the police or someone else equally unsophisticated happened to stumble upon it. She felt it might have a damaging effect on her current not-guilty plea.’

Catwoman licked her lips and then looked at Cheri. ‘Seems like I played it for the right audience. I think she enjoys watching you struggle, Batgirl.’

Batgirl looked over at Cheri. She was spellbound. Suddenly the barrel below Batgirl’s spread legs began to rotate. The rollers uneven surfaces softly messaged the inside of her thighs and her crotch as they went by, jiggling the dildo inside of her. She had never felt anything like the suit before. She instantly understood why Cheri had been so out of control before. It felt amazing. The suits inner surface rubbed slightly across her body as she moved, caressing her breasts and other erogenous zones. Her body began to respond almost at once, and as it did, Cheri’s barrel began to turn as well.

Batgirl watched Cheri look down in amazement and then begin to struggle harder.

‘Oh my god, what’s happening?!’ Batgirl said, watching the barrel she was on slowly speed up in response.

‘Oh I forgot to mention that your sexual energy also directly controls your partners barrel. The more turned on you get the faster your partner’s barrel will spin!’

Cheri responded to the rotation underneath her spread legs and began to move even more. Struggling against the cunning ropes that bound her. Her movements only caused her to get more excited. That in turn increased the speed of Batgirl’s barrel, and worse, began tipping Batgirl’s end of the hideous sexual see- saw downward towards to ground.

Catwoman began to laugh as Batgirl thrust her crotch into the rotating seat, trying to equalize their sexual responses in an attempt to stop her descent. It worked. Her sexual energy increased and the ends began to tip the other direction. Cheri looked at Batgirl realizing what was happening as the see-saw tipped past level and then downward in her direction. Cheri responded by pushing her own crotch harder against the rotating cylinder.

‘Catwoman, you’ve out done yourself with this one!’ Vixen gushed, as she watched Batgirl’s end lower again, requiring Batgirl to struggle atop the rotating barrel in an effort to stop her descent.

‘Yes… its a shame that we can’t stay to watch the show in person.’

‘Oh.. Catwoman…’ Passion whined.

‘I know. But the video will be waiting when we get back. It could take as long as an hour with these two sexual dynamos, and we have things to do!’

Catwoman let out a roar of laughter as she watched first Cheri’s, then Batgirl’s end dip downward.

‘Catwo-wo-man. You’ll pay-ay for this!’ Batgirl stuttered as the passion within her continued to build.

‘Ta ta! Batgirl’ Catwoman said exiting the room.

Batgirl looked over at Cheri. They were both equally helpless and powerless to stop the mounting desire within them. And so it went. Each of the girls in turn got more and more excited, trying to keep the machine in equilibrium, slowly bobbing up and down like they were in a kindergarten play ground.

First it was Cheri who was descending then Batgirl. Each of the women struggled desperately to free themselves, but their fervent struggles only caused their bound bodies to move more in the cunning Sensi-suits, slowly bringing them closer and closer to orgasm.

‘Oh Batgirl! I am going to come!’ Cheri said, already visibly shaking as the rush of the first orgasm hit her. As Cheri screamed in ecstasy, Batgirl began to descend rapidly. She lifted her elbows, pulling the crotchrope and the dildo deeper into her pussy. She squirmed on the rotating bearings concentrating on the massive feeling that were growing quickly within her.

Inches from the ground, she came. The see-saw tipped upwards again, then past equilibrium. Cheri stopped orgasming and slump over slightly, complete exhausted.

‘Cheri! Come on you can’t stop now!’ Batgirl screamed as her own orgasm came to an end.

Cheri responded and began to move, the sequence starting all over again. She stopped descending and then it was Batgirl’s turn… Batgirl pulled at her bonds, but they were cunningly secure. She was helpless to stop her body respond again to the barrel and the Sensi-suit. How long could they last?…..

Forty minutes, and six orgasms later, Batgirl and Cheri were completely exhausted. Their bodies however didn’t stop responding. It was useless to struggle, but they found it impossible to stop, and watching each others writhing form in front of them only increased their passion, reinforcing their own helplessness.

‘Oh mon dieu, Batgirl! I can’t ‘old on much longer!’ Cheri cried, straining at the ropes around her body.

‘I know Cheri! I trying to think…’ Batgirl responded already feeling her seventh orgasm approaching.

Then the idea hit her. It was risky, but their only chance.

‘Cheri, move as much as you can. Struggle like you have never struggled before. Now!’

‘But why?!’ Cheri screamed confused.

‘Just do it!’ Batgirl cried forcefully.

Cheri did as she was told, and as she did so, Batgirl did the same working herself into an absolute frenzy. The Sensi-suit moved like a pool of thick jello around her, and the dildo inside of her rammed against her as she moved up and down.

The barrels began to spin faster and faster, only adding to the mounting swell of lust that the women had created. Still they continued. The barrels were soon spinning so fast that Batgirl was thankful that they were so well greased.

Batgirl rammed her pelvis into the machine. Her plan wasn’t working. She looked over at Cheri. Cheri was bouncing up and down and struggling. The Sensi-suit had her completely out of control. Her worst fears were being realized. The passion within her was mounting to an unbelievable level. She had to keep trying. pushed her crotch harder into the rotating rollers, moving herself forward and backwards along the barrel rotating surface with reckless abandon.

Suddenly, Batgirl saw what she had hoped for. A wisp of smoke escaped the top of the pyramid. Then another.

‘Come on Cheri! Harder!’ Batgirl cried, watching the mounting smoke rise from the pyramids point.

‘Oh god! Batgirl! I going to come!’ Cheri cried. writhing atop the spinning cylinder as if she was riding a bucking bronco.

‘Just a little bit longer Cheri!’ Batgirl cried.

Cheri couldn’t hold it any longer and the orgasm overcame her. It was so intense that she wasn’t sure if she would survive it. She writhed in her bondage, pulling at the crotchrope between her legs, thrusting and thrusting as wave after wave of passion enveloped her.

The force of Cheri’s orgasm, was immediately translated by the machine and fed to Batgirl, who had no choice but to orgasm as well. The power of the desire within her rocked her to her very core. For a second, she didn’t even know who she was. She didn’t care. She was completely overwhelmed. All she could do was ride out the wave as it swept over her.

Batgirl’s plan worked. The combined energy from the two women’s intense orgasm was too much for Catwoman’s machine. The already smoking pyramid began to shudder and exploded, sending Batgirl and Cheri in opposite directions.

Batgirl opened her eyes and looked around. The brace had hinged open and she was lying on the ground still tightly bound in rope. Miraculously however, she wasn’t injured. She looked over at Cheri. She was out cold. Batgirl looked at the machine. The force of the explosion had cut a jagged hole in one side of the pyramid leaving sharp metal edges. Luckily for Batgirl and Cheri it was the side facing away from them.

She struggled over the pyramid and used the sharp metal to cut the ropes around her body. Within a few minutes she was free. She pulled off the Sensi-suit and freed Cheri who was slowly coming round. Cheri opened her eyes and looked in Batgirl’s eyes.

‘Oh zank you Batgirl!’ She cried, clutching onto Batgirl.

‘You were an equal part in it.’ Batgirl said, allowing Cheri to recover before pulling her Sensi-suit from her body. ‘Let’s get into some more suitable clothing and get out of here. I need to get you safe.’

‘Oh mon dieu! We must go back to my apartment. My roommate…’

‘She OK. The police have seen to that by now, I’m sure.’

After Batgirl found the clothing that each of the women had come to the studio with they each dressed. After Batgirl was in her outfit, she walked over and picked up the purple Sensi-suit that was lying on the ground.

‘Under different circumstances…’ She thought as she folded up the shiny purple suit and put it under her arm.

‘Are you keeping zat for evidence?’ Cheri questioned as they walked out the front door of the studio.

‘Something like that.’ Batgirl said smiling. ‘Get on the back of my Batgirl cycle. I’ll have someone pick up your car later.’

The women sped off and were soon rounding the corner of police headquarters. Batgirl was hoping for a quiet entrance, but unfortunately, Commissioner Gordon had just finished a press conference and television and newspaper reporters were everywhere. Catwoman would know they escaped.

‘Catwoman, you told me they were dead!’ Ashlyn cried, hitting the mute button of her television.

‘I don’t believe it. How is it possible? Damn her!’

Ashlyn turned off the television and began to pace.

‘She’s going to find out about me. It’s only a matter of time before old Mr. Layhee puts it together and contacts her.’

Catwoman looked up.

‘Well, I guess I’ll just have to take care of him….’ Catwoman said standing. ‘And while I’m there, I make sure to leave a clue behind for Batgirl. It will be subtle, but she will figure it out and when she does… I’ll be ready. Passion, Vixen… Get over to the emporium and set things up. I have to take care of old Mr. Layhee.’

Batgirl opened the door of Commissioner Gordon’s office and walked inside. Chief O’Hara and the Commissioner leapt to their feet.

‘Batgirl! Thank heaven’s your safe. While you were away, a Mr. Layhee has been trying to reach you desperately. It’s something to do with Harvey Ashlyn…’

‘What about him?’

‘He wouldn’t say. Just that he need to speak to you immediately. It seems he may know why Catwoman’s is staging her reign of terror.’

‘I’ll pop over there at once!’ Batgirl said, turning on her heels and striding to the door.

‘For heaven’s sake, be careful Batgirl. We still haven’t been able to reach Batman and Robin. You’re all alone in this.’

‘I’ll be OK Chief’ Batgirl said, exiting the door.

Batgirl arrived at Mr. Layhee’s office. It was closed. She pulled out her Batgirl lock pick and was in the door in seconds.

‘Mr. Layhee?’ Batgirl announce, carefully walking through the office, listening for any response.

She crept down the hall, looking into the various offices along the way. Nothing. At the end of the hall was a door. On the outside it read:

Ernest Layhee, Senior Partner

She knocked on the door and then hearing no response, opened the door and peered inside. It was dark. She felt for the light switch and turned it on.

Mr. Layhee was sitting at his desk, but her wasn’t moving. Batgirl walked behind him and touched him. He slumped forward in his seat, his head smacking the top of his desk. She was too late. He was dead. She propped him up and noticed a set of scratch marks on the front of his shirt. Catwoman.

Batgirl began to search the office. To the casual observer, everything would have seemed normal, but to Batgirl’s keen sense of intuition it was obvious that someone had already rifled the office thoroughly. There was no paperwork regarding the Ashlyn’s what so ever.

‘Damn!’ She curse turning to leave.

Her foot kicked something. She bent down and picked it up. It was a small acrylic paper weight. She looked at it and almost put it down but thought better of it. Something about it caught her eye. It wasn’t the small figure of a woman in sexy lingerie that was encased in the clear acrylic. It was the shape of the paper weight itself. It was shaped like a cat.

Batgirl turned the paper weight over and looked at it. On the bottom of the paperweight was the name and address of the company who made it.

The Totally Terrific Trophy Emporium
1625 Ming Court

Batgirl stopped and thought. Ming court. ‘Ming is Chinese for meow.’ She said softly. ‘I wonder.’

Batgirl followed the lead and soon found herself outside the Totally Terrific Trophy Emporium on Ming Court. It looked deserted. She walked up to the front door and tried to open it. It was locked. A sign hung in the window.

Closed for Renovation

Something about this didn’t seem right and Batgirl decided to check it out further. She walked around the side of the building and using her Batgirl rope, got herself up to the second floor. From there it was easy to pry open a window and slip inside.

Batgirl quickly found that the upstairs portion of the building was completely abandoned. So she quietly walked down the stairs to the first floor.

At the bottom of the stairs was a door. She carefully opened it and found herself in an immense showroom. Rows and rows of neatly arranged trophies and plaques, as well as some large statues and huge clear Lucite artworks clogged the main showroom. In the back of the showroom was another door.

Batgirl took a quick look around at the various trophies and plaques. Nothing interesting. Just for a moment, she thought that maybe the paperweight was meaningless, but that feeling quickly passed as she opened the door in the back of the showroom and looked inside.

It was like she had walked into another world. It was a massive, dimly lit room, decorated with soft pillows and fine silks. The floor was made up of large pink marble and clear, Lucite tiles, each twelve feet square, making up a huge checkerboard pattern. Thirty feet to the left of the door, was a huge trophy that seemed oddly familiar. Intrigued, Batgirl went to take a look.

It turned out to a life-sized bronze of herself, in a typical Batgirl pose; Her legs slightly spread and her hands at her hips. It was very lifelike. On the base of the trophy read:

Sexiest Woman in Gotham

Batgirl realized that this was a replica, only much larger of the trophy she would receive later at the Apparel Obsessia Awards dinner.

‘Hello, Batgirl.’

Batgirl, spun around to find Catwoman lounging on a mass of pink silk pillows at the far end of the room. She was dressed in her super tight, shiny, black catsuit.


‘Welcome, Batgirrrl.’ She purred, sliding her left gloved hand over her breasts seductively. ‘I hope you had a good time at the studio. So nice of you to… drop by.’

‘Very droll, Catwoman.’ Batgirl responded, slowly walking towards her. ‘Nice trophy.’

‘Do you like it Batgirl?’ Catwoman responded, her mood changing. ‘That foolish Harvey Ashlyn made a terrible mistake trying to give that to you. Everybody knows that Catwoman is the sexiest woman in Gotham!’

‘You can show your trophy to your cellmates, when you are back in prison.’

‘You’re purrr..spective on the situation, Batgirl, is, as usual, completely contorted. You are my prisoner here.’

‘I think you’re overestimate your abilities, Catwoman. When have you ever been able to take me one on one?’ Batgirl said, continuing across the room, now half way across.

‘I wouldn’t come any closer, Batgirl.’

Batgirl, stopped, put her hands on her hips defiantly and smiled broadly. Then started forward again.

‘I’m so scared-‘ Batgirl started to say, as she walked out of her high heeled pumps and stumbled forward. She regained her balance and looked down confused to find that both of her stocking feet were stuck in an centimeter of clear ooze. She struggled to pull her feet from ooze, but it was useless. Though she was able to lift them, she couldn’t get them out. Strings of clear material held her tightly in check.

‘Oooo’ Batgirl said, feeling her feet squish in and out of the thick goo. She pulled her legs but it was useless. The ooze had her firmly in its clutches. She looked up at Catwoman who was laughing wildly then back down at her stocking feet. She was now standing in a couple of inches of ooze. She was sinking.

Batgirl realizing the situation, considered launching herself backwards onto the solid ground, but luckily, looked behind her first. A Lucite panel was sliding silently away from her, exposing more ooze. Batgirl struggled wildly to free herself as the thin panel disappeared beneath the marble section, six feet behind her, but her struggles only made her sink deeper.

Batgirl looked around her panicking. There was ooze all around her. The solid pink marble sections were six feet away in all directions.

And she was sinking. She struggled to pull her feet free but it was no use, she just continued to sink. Her dark stocking feet were completely under the surface now. The ooze felt strangely warm as it enveloped the legs of her thin catsuit… and thick.

‘Oh god!’ Batgirl cried, as she pulled viciously at her legs. It was pointless. She was utterly helpless in the thick gooey stuff. She had visions of herself sinking to her death, when suddenly, she hit solid ground. She looked down finding herself buried in twelve inches of clear ooze.

With the ground below her as an ally, she quickly tried to pull her legs free of the ooze, but she could barely move them. They were completely stuck. Undaunted, she put her hands behind her knee and pulled up on her leg with all her strength. Even with that incredible effort, she was only able to lift her foot a few inches, and that was it. She couldn’t possibly pull it free. The warm, sticky substance clung to her legs, holding her in place.

‘Oh god, It’s like glue!’

‘Very purrrceptive, Batgirl.’ Catwoman purred, as she got up from her soft pillows and slowly approached the pit of ooze. Stopping at it’s edge, she put her index finger up to her mouth and bit down on her razor sharp claw, smiling. ‘It’s my Purrrfectly Perrrverted Bondage Adheasive Batgirl. A fiendish, new invention of mine.’

‘Uggh..Uggh! Batgirl grunted, getting more and more frustrated that she couldn’t lift her feet from the thick ooze.

‘Oh, that’s right, struggle. You know I love to watch you struggle, Batgirl. It makes me wet just watching you.’

‘If you think it is so much fun, why don’t you join me?’

‘Very well, I will’

Catwoman walked around behind Batgirl, and to Batgirl’s amazement, stepped into the glue. Then to her absolute astonishment, She watched Catwoman pull her foot free and take another step toward her. Anticipating Batgirl’s question Catwoman explained.

‘My outfit is made of Catslick Material, a special anti-adhesive fiber, Batgirl. The glue won’t stick to it.’

As Catwoman slowly approached, Batgirl continued to struggle. She was completely helpless, and tiring quickly.

Catwoman stopped a couple of feet away from her. Batgirl, tried to turn to fight but found she couldn’t.

‘You look tired, Batgirl.’ Catwoman said smiling. ‘I think maybe you should lie down!’

‘No! Catwo-‘ Batgirl screamed, but it was too late. Catwoman taking advantage of Batgirl’s crippled state, easily grabbed her shoulders and pulled her backwards.

Batgirl’s fell backwards into the glue with a sickening sludgghidhfhg. She landed on her rear and back and had instinctively tried to break her fall with her hands. Now she was on her back with her arms buried up to her elbows. She tried to pull herself up but found herself helplessly stuck.

‘You Bitch!’ Batgirl screamed, her struggles causing her body to ooze slightly deeper into the warm glue. Catwoman stepped over the prone figure of Batgirl with a leg on either side of her waist.

‘Don’t struggle too much, Batgirl.’ Catwoman said, lifting her boot from the glue and placing the toe on Batgirl’s sternum.

‘You might sink….’ She said, pressing down, pushing Batgirl further into the ooze.

‘Oh God! Please don’t!….uggh!’

Chapter 8

….Batgirl’s fell backwards into the glue with a sickening sludgghidhfhg. She landed on her rear and back, and unfortunately had instinctively tried to break her fall with her hands. Now she was on her back with her arms buried up to her elbows. She tried to pull herself up, but found herself helplessly stuck.

‘You Bitch!’ Batgirl screamed, her struggles causing her body to ooze slightly deeper into the warm glue. Catwoman stepped over the prone figure of Batgirl with a leg on either side of her waist.

‘Don’t struggle too much, Batgirl.’ Catwoman said, lifting her boot from the glue and placing the toe on Batgirl’s sternum.

‘You might sink….’ She said, pressing down, pushing Batgirl further into the ooze.

‘Oh God! Please don’t!….uggh!’

Catwoman removed her toe and straddled Batgirl again.

‘Don’t worry, Batgirl. I’m not going to let you die…..Yet. I’m going to let you purrrcolate a bit first…’ Catwoman said quietly, her eyes narrowing slightly. ‘A little diversion purrrhaps….’

Catwoman turned and pulled Batgirl’s knees apart, forcing the outsides of them into the glue. When she was finished, the soles of Batgirl’s stocking feet were facing each other and her legs were spread wide open, the outside of her knees, stuck deep into the glues sticky clutches.

Catwoman, pulled out a long silver vibrator from behind her back and turning, buried one end of it into the glue, hard up against Batgirl’s pussy. Then she turned it on. Batgirl struggled to get away from the touch of the vibrator, but it was useless. It was literally glued to the thin patent material covering her pussy.

‘Now, that you are suitably entertained. I think that the only fair thing for you to do is entertain me.’ Catwoman said, getting down on her knees, and straddling Batgirl’s face.

‘Pleasure me, Batgirl.’

Batgirl, didn’t move.

‘You’re in no position to refuse. I can be very purrrsuasive…’ Catwoman said, pushing down on Batgirl’s forehead, forcing the back of her head into glue.

‘Oh god, No!’

‘Suck Batgirl!’ Catwoman said, pushing crotch of her Catsuit hard against Batgirl’s mouth.

Batgirl had no choice but to comply. She opened her mouth and sucked at the thin material covering Catwoman’s pussy. She pushed up with her tongue and sucked, searching for her clitoris.

‘Oh, that’s right, Batgirl. Right there…. ohhh yes. Harder.’

Batgirl continued to satisfy Catwoman as the vibrator between her legs, purred on, it’s knowing touch, firmly attached right above her clitoris. She began to gyrate her hips in unison with Catwoman and soon both women were in a state of frenzy.

‘Oh YES Bagirl! Yes!’

Catwoman came first, followed shortly there after by Batgirl. When the waves of passion subsided. Catwoman got off Batgirl and stood up.

‘Batgirl, you are amazing.’ she said, looking down at the still struggling form of Batgirl, half buried in glue. ‘I want to remember you just like this….

…But maybe with a different pose…’

‘What are you doing to me?’ Batgirl asked, as Catwoman stuck her gloved hands in the glue and pulled Batgirl’s legs until they were straight out and slightly spread.

‘Posing you, Batgirl’ Catwoman responded as she positioned Batgirl hands at her hips.

Batgirl struggled to free herself but she was completely helpless.

‘Get me out of here, this stuff is hardening!’ Batgirl screamed, trying to move but finding it impossible to do so.

‘Correct, Batgirl! As the adhesive cools, it set into a purrrfectly clear Lucite, with you and your luscious body trapped in its rock hard, inescapable shell…. purrrmanently!’ Catwoman said, laughing as she walked to the wall and pulled a switch.


Batgirl heard a click and looked up at the ceiling. A eight by four foot metal frame was slowly lowering towards her, She could do nothing but helplessly watch as it cut into the glue, until it surrounded her body, sticking two feet out of the surface.

Catwoman, walked back to Batgirl, pulling a long hose.

‘Another one of a kind item, Batgirl…’ Catwoman laughed, turning the nozzle of the hose, releasing clear glue, that began to ooze into the into frame. ‘A Batgirl, PAPERWEIGHT!’

‘No!… Ugggh!’ Batgirl grunted trying to move in the hardening, bondage adhesive. It was useless. She could barely move. She was powerless as the softer, warmer adhesive slowly oozed from the nozzle, rising around her exposed body parts.

Catwoman placed the nozzle in a specially made holder at the top of the frame, and smiled as the goo oozed into the frame, slowly covering the remainder of Batgirl’s helpless body.

‘Oh god! Uggh!…’ Batgirl grunted, struggling with all her might as she felt the sickening was glue glob over her thighs. Catwoman watched Batgirl’s reactions with rapt fascination. Batgirl was giving it everything she had, but her fate was sealed. Her horrific death was now a sure certainty.

‘I would love to stay and watch, Batgirl, but I have plans to attend to. Plus, figure I have all time I want to admire you, when you’re hanging on my wall!’

‘No..Catwoman! Don’t leave me like this! Ugghhh…’

Catwoman, turned, walked to the door and paused.

‘Don’t move, Batgirl. I want to remember you just like you are!’ She said, laughing as she ducked out the door and fled, leaving Batgirl to die.

Valerie Ashlyn put her toe in the second jet-black stocking and then slowly pulled it over her small foot, and then up her smooth tan leg, being particularly careful to pull it tightly and evenly all the way up. With both stockings on, she laid back in the soft sofa and raised her legs in the air, bending them slightly at the knee. She pointed her toes and then moved her hands to the outsides of her shapely ankles, sliding them slowly over the soft nylon downward, then over her knees and inward towards her moist pussy.

She lingered there awhile allowing herself time to enjoy the sensations, then stood, and walked to the mirror.

The dark stockings shimmered in the soft lighting, outlining the outsides of her incredible legs first with a line of midnight black, then a region of dark sexual sable, finally converging into a sensual, fleshy chocolate. This pair of stockings were so tall that the black stay-up tops touched her pubic hair. They needed to be; The black patent, halter dress she had chosen for the Apparel Obsessia Awards Dinner was insanely short…. and tight.

Valerie stepped into her black stiletto pumps and smiled. Batgirl was drowning in the bondage adhesive. Catwoman said that she would be dead by four o’clock. How delicious. Tonight was going to be a wonderful night. She moved her hands down her nude body and between her slightly spread legs. The dinner wasn’t until nine o’clock. She had time….

Batgirl looked down over her prone, helplessly mired body, at the thick, gooey adhesive oozing into what now amounted to a vat of clear, slow rising death.

‘Auggh!’ She grunted trying to lift any part of her body from the sticky nightmare. It was pointless. She now barely move. The glue was hardening. She couldn’t move her feet at all.

The glue oozed up her stomach and then around her breasts, creating two purple islands in the clear placid surface.

‘Oh god, I can’t move!’ Batgirl screamed, straining at the hardening epoxy, as the warmer, softer glue on top, oozed upwards surrounding her head and creeping up the outside of her breasts. In a matter of minutes the glue was around her ears and chin. She could smell its strange chemical aroma and feel its warm embrace on her skin.

She had to do something now. Right now. But what?! She certainly couldn’t pull her arms out, or the rest of her for that matter. But she had to do something!

She thought about the pink constrictor candy. Maybe that would work here too. She strained with all her might and was just able to touch the button that heated up her utility belt.

She could feel the utility belt slowly get warm and then hot. She thought that she was onto something, as the glue around her waist softened, but her hopes were soon dispelled. All it did was allow her slightly more room to struggle, -and get completely frustrated in. Though the glue got soft, it was still incredibly thick and sticky and there was absolutely no way that Batgirl was going to be able to pull her arms out. Hell, she could move them more than a few inches.

‘Oh god!’ Batgirl cried, as she felt the glue crest her chin and creep up towards her lower lip. ‘Augh!…’

Suddenly Batgirl remembered something. Something that she had put in her utility belt last month, but never used. She closed her mouth as the glue crested her lower and then upper lip, as she strained with all her might to lift open a compartment on her belt. She could only get it open a half an inch, but that was just enough.

With an amazing feat of concentration, as the glue touched the lower part of her nose, Batgirl cracked the top of the vile in the compartment releasing a red chemical.

The glue began to react at once as Batgirl took what she knew would be her last breath for quite awhile, then relaxed, conserving oxygen. The red chemical began melting the glue into a clear liquid letting off a mass of thick white, and very deadly, smoke. The glue reacted instantly, but because there was so much of it, it took almost two minutes before Batgirl was able to pull herself free and jump from the hazardous chemical cloud and ripping off her smoking catsuit, cowl, wig and stockings.

Then she staggered away and collapsed. Taking a huge breath. She was alive! She took another huge breath and looked back at the pit of glue. The Chemical and glue had combined to form an incredibly unstable, and dangerous compound, which was now boiling madly at the bottom of the pit. She got up to go and noticed a business card next to her. She grabbed it and stood up.

She took a look at the pit of glue. It was going to blow. She had no time to lose. She had to get out now. She turned and ran at full speed for the exit. She just got out the door before the explosion. The force of the explosion knocked her to the ground. She turned and looked the building that was now completely engulfed in flames. She still couldn’t believe she was alive. She looked down at her nude body and wondered how she was going to get home. She had nothing to wear home except….

Batgirl walked quickly to the Batgirl cycle and pulled out the purple Sensi-suit, and as fast as she possibly could, put it on. It still had the same amazing effect on her. She would have to try this Sensi-suit out later in the privacy of her own home. She then grabbed a paper bag and punched two hole in it for eyes and put it over her head. People were really going to stare today…

She climbed aboard the Batgirl Cycle and started the engine. The massive dull rumbling of her cycle caused the dildo inside of her to vibrate. She only got a mile before the first orgasm. This was going to be some ride home.

Batgirl arrived home thoroughly exhausted. She would have felt more of a fool driving home, if it weren’t for the fact that she had to use all her mental energy just to stay on her Batgirl cycle. The devious Sensi-suit did what it was designed to do. By the end of the journey she was literally humping the seat in wild abandon. She had to get it off of her before, she went absolutely crazy.

She ripped the bag off of her head, pulled the purple Sensi-suit off of her body and started the tub. It took over twenty minutes to get the glue off. Things were going to change. Catwoman would pay for this. That was for certain. She climbed out of the tub and began to towel off.

Then she remembered the business card. She walked to her Batgirl Cycle and pulled the card from the storage trunk. It was a business card to a fetish boutique. She decided that she would do a little late evening shopping before making her appearance at the awards dinner.

As Batgirl entered the east side of Gotham, dusk fell upon the city. The darkness held out it arms and slowly gathered in the last of the eerie twilight, casting a dark violet glow on the surrounding buildings. It almost looked surreal, as she took a left on Industry Parkway, and then a right down a small, dimly lit side street.

Batgirl made her way along the darkening street until she reached the address shown on the card: 1425 Vinyl Lane. She parked her Batgirl cycle along the side of the building, well out of sight of any passers by, and walked back to the front of the store.

Batgirl shot a quick glance at the darkening street around her. It was deserted. Not suprising; This area of Gotham consisted entirely of industrial warehouses and factories.

Batgirl looked down at the soiled business card she held in her hand. She was in front of a small, black store front, with no windows. A small, red neon sign hung above the door in stark contrast to the dark surroundings. It read:

Very Private
Leather and Fetish Boutique.

‘Strange area for a place like this to be in.’ Batgirl said quietly to herself, as she approached the door to the store.

Taking a last look around, Batgirl cautiously opened the door and walked inside. As soon as she was inside, the red neon sign above the door, turned off ominously.

The store was much, much, larger than it looked from the outside. It was overstocked with a huge supply of very neatly arranged, erotic leather, latex, and PVC apparel, as well as a very large assortment of bondage paraphernalia. Batgirl was secretly overwhelmed with the selection and wished that she had gone there as Barbara Gordon, instead of Batgirl. She couldn’t help but slide her gloved hand along a particularly cute, red PVC teddy as she walked along.

‘Batgirl! What an honor!’

Batgirl, looked up from the teddy to see a beautiful woman enter the showroom from a room behind the sales counter. She was in her late twenties, and smiled as she walked forward. She obviously enjoyed fetish clothing, for she was dressed to kill.

She was wearing an extremely tight and shiny, black-PVC, turtleneck dress that gleamed in the soft lighting. It was super tight and was so short that the black tops of her opera length stockings, peeked out beneath its hem. She complimented the outfit with a pair of short, black patent gloves and a pair of ridiculously high, black patent stiletto heels. A shiny chain belt was attached around her waist with a small padlock. Very kinky. Her blond hair was cut in a short, layered look, which bounced in unison with her hips, as she sauntered sexily forward.

‘I’m Valerie Ashlyn.’

‘Of Apparel Obsessia fame?’ Batgirl, asked raising her eyebrow. ‘Is this some kind of offshoot store?’

‘Yes, I am and no… this is my private boutique. It caters to the…. let’s say kinkier side of our clientele.’

‘Kinkier side?’ Batgirl thought to herself. How much kinkier could you get than Apparel Obsessia.

‘Normally Batgirl, I see people by appointment only, but with you, I will gladly make an exception.’ she purred, stopping close enough so Batgirl could smell her subtle, yet intoxicating perfume.

‘Can I show you anything in particular? Maybe a new patent teddy perhaps.’

‘Possibly…’ Batgirl said, stalling, feigning interest in a beautiful black bustier.

Valerie smiled, trying to hide the excitement she was feeling. When the security system had first picked up the sound of the Batgirl cycle outside, Valerie had been beside herself. Her dismay was understandable. She was sure that she was dead. Catwoman had assure her that Batgirl would be dead at four o’clock.

‘… no one escapes that sticky goo.’ Catwoman had said, laughing.

‘No one but Batgirl’ Valerie said, quietly to herself, watching Batgirl casually admire a particular fine pair of custom, stiletto shoes.

Luckily for Valerie, it had taken Batgirl time to stash her cycle; That had given her time to calm down and formulate a plan. Things weren’t so bad. Catwoman had helped install some Bat-traps in the boutique, just in case. Now all she had to do was catch her. The thought sort of excited her.

In fact, her pussy was wet, with the prospect of capturing her. A fitting pay-back for her step father’s misplaced adoration. She couldn’t help but slide her gloved hands down over the front of her breasts, as she looked at Batgirl in her exquisitely sexual costume.

The glue had obviously ruined her Batgirl Catsuit because now she was dressed in an incredibly tight purple turtleneck teddy, that fit every curve of her sumptuous body. It was cut very high on her hips, showing off her incredible legs, which were encased in a pair of sheer, jet-black pantyhose.

An area of patent material, just above her breasts, had been cut out in the shape of a bat and replaced with sheer black material, offering a excellent view of Batgirl’s ample cleavage. She could understand why so many male and female master criminals had been taken off guard by her sexual charms. She could imagine them looking at her sumptuous body, as a high heeled ankle boot smashed into their face. Valerie would not give Batgirl the chance.

‘Would you like me to help you into something?’ Valerie asked, innocently. ‘I would love to put you into something tight… maybe even a little… constricting.’

‘Are you talking about apparel or bondage?’ Batgirl said, with a slight smile.

Valerie didn’t answer right away. She felt herself get even wetter at the thought of putting Batgirl in bondage, but she kept a cool exterior, only smiling a bit wickedly and walking around Batgirl to the wall.

‘I would be happy to help you into either.’ Valerie said, noticing that Batgirl was examining a particularly exquisite, purple, leather singleglove. She moved a step closer and smiled.

‘Ooo, you like the singleglove. I’m sure you would look great in it.’ Valerie said her eyebrows narrowing slightly. ‘It’s so supple, almost inviting. It’s made from the very softest imported Italian lambskin. But don’t let the touch of the leather fool you. It’s extremely well constructed. We use a special adhesive and then stitch it together by hand. I guarantee that once you’re strapped in, well…. it’s quite inescapable.’

‘Inescapable?’ Batgirl said, playing along.

‘Your arms go in the sleeve behind your back and then it get zipped up, forcing your elbows together. The straps cross over your chest and buckle in back, keeping it firmly in place… after a few minutes it’s wonderfully uncomfortable…’

‘I’m sure it is.’ Batgirl said, hanging up the singleglove and casually walking on, hiding the twinge of excitement that she felt. She had to come back here… Later.

Batgirl walked by the sales counter and paused picking up a business card from dispenser. It was the same as the one she had found at the trophy emporium.

Valerie walked behind the counter and faced Batgirl, noticing her interest in the card.

‘Have you seen anything that interests you?’

‘Yes, this card. I found one just like it thing afternoon. Catwoman dropped it.’ Batgirl said, turning, to face Valerie, spreading her legs slightly and putting her hands on her hips.

‘Catwoman?’ Valerie said, trying to sound suprised. ‘She’s one of our best customers. In fact, she recently special ordered a very unusual item. Her Sex Kittens and I just finished building it downstairs….

…It’s unbelievably EVIL, Batgirl. Would you like to have a look at it?’

‘I don’t think so.’ Batgirl said, backing up slightly.

‘But Catwoman had us build it especially for YOU, Batgirl!…’ Valerie said breaking into a wide smile.

Batgirl knew she was in trouble, but it was too late. Before she could react, Valerie reached under the counter and pushed a button. A six foot square area of floor below Batgirl’s feet, separated into eight parts and hinged downward, sending her through the hole in the floor, onto a steep slide below. The slide fed into a small room, where she was unceremoniously deposited, rear first.

For a brief second, Batgirl was disoriented, but she quickly recovered. Jumping to her feet, she turned to the wall behind her, just in time to see a panel slide closed over the opening she had slid through.

‘Goodnight, Batgirl.’ a speaker at the top of the ceiling broadcast. A second later a thick white gas began to feed into the room at foot level. Batgirl was helpless as the thick gas slowly rose, filling the room. As the gas overcame her, the room began to fade, and she fell to the floor, unconscious.

Batgirl awoke to a throbbing in her head. She tried to put her hand to her head to ease the pain and found that she couldn’t move her arms. See opened her eyes and looked about groggily. She was lying on her stomach, in the middle of an opulent room, on a mass of soft pillows.

Valerie, now dressed in a sheer, black nylon bodystocking, was feeding the final strap of the purple leather singleglove Batgirl had seen earlier, into the buckle behind Batgirl’s shoulder blade.

‘Wake up, wake up, Batgirl.’ Valerie sang, in a fairy tale voice, as she tightened the strap in place.

The room stopped spinning and Batgirl’s senses quickly returned.

She tested the singleglove and indeed found it inescapable. The soft purple leather, conformed tightly to her arms, pulling her elbows together behind her back. Valerie had also tied her ankles together with a strand of white rope. She was completely helpless..

‘Let me out of this thing!’ She ordered, struggling against the singleglove in frustration.

‘I don’t think so.’ Valerie said, grabbing a red ball gag. ‘I caught you fair and square, so your mine to play with until Catwoman arrives.’

‘Listen Valerie-‘ But that was all she could get out before Valerie worked the rubber ball behind her teeth and buckled it tightly in place behind her head.

‘MMpph! Mmpphhrpp!’ Batgirl screamed into her gag, struggling in earnest now against the singleglove and ropes that Valerie had so expertly applied.

‘That’s right, Batgirl struggle. Struggle harder. You have no idea how much I love to see you squirm. It’s making me unbelievably wet.’ Valerie whispered. She lifted Batgirl to a sitting position, and moved behind her, wrapping her arms around Batgirl’s waist, pulling her close against her body. Batgirl tried to pull away, but she was helpless as Valerie’s right hand moved to her breast, while her other slid down the front of her purple teddy and between her legs. ‘Your teddy is so thin and tight Batgirl. It means you’re going to feel everything.’ She said and she pinched Batgirl’s breast.’

‘Ummph!’ Batgirl reacted, again fighting to get free. But the singleglove was cunningly secure, and all her fervent struggles were in vain. Valerie, enjoying the squirming form of Batgirl, reached behind her and produced a large, red vibrator. She showed it too Batgirl, turned it on and pushed it between Batgirl’s legs.


‘Relax Batgirl.’ Valerie cooed quietly in Batgirl ear, as she watched her hips begin to gyrate under the pressure of the vibrator. ‘You should enjoy this short time we have together; Because I guarantee you won’t enjoy the device that we built for you. I don’t want to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak but…’

Valerie shut off the vibrator, grabbed Batgirl by the back of her hair, and turned her head toward her. Batgirl stopped moving her hips, opened her eyes to see Valerie only inches away.

‘…I get wet just thinking of you helplessly struggling in there, Batgirl.’ Valerie said, softly kissing her on the cheek, as she turned the vibrator back on high, and plunged it between Batgirl’s legs.

Batgirl’s feeling of helplessness intensified. She was well aware of Catwoman’s devious mind. She struggled against the singleglove again in another vain hope at escape. It was no use. It held her arms tightly behind her back. All she could do was wait and hope that somehow she would get free. What did Catwoman have in store for her?

Chapter 9


‘Relax Batgirl.’ Valerie cooed quietly in Batgirl ear, as she watched her hips begin to gyrate under the pressure of the vibrator. ‘You should enjoy this short time we have together; Because I guarantee you won’t enjoy the device that we built for you. I don’t want to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak but…’

Valerie shut off the vibrator, grabbed Batgirl by the back of her hair, and turned her head toward her. Batgirl stopped moving her hips, opened her eyes to see Valerie only inches away.

‘…I get wet just thinking of you helplessly struggling in there, Batgirl.’ Valerie said, softly kissing her on the cheek, as she turned the vibrator back on high, and plunged it between Batgirl’s legs.

Batgirl’s feeling of helplessness intensified. She was well aware of Catwoman’s devious mind. She struggled against the singleglove again in another vain hope at escape. It was no use. It held her arms tightly behind her back. All she could do was wait and hope that somehow she would get free. What did Catwoman have in store for her?

Catwoman arrived with the rest of the Sex kittens to find Batgirl nicely packaged in a purple singleglove and red ballgag. The sight of Batgirl, now writhing in unfulfilled ecstasy at the cruel hands of Valerie Ashlyn, made her pussy wet with excitement.

‘Batgirl!’ Catwoman exclaimed.

Batgirl opened her eyes and looked up at the sleek figure of Catwoman, standing in the doorway. She wa wearing black fishnet pantyhose under a long sleeved, black, turtleneck teddy, that was every bit as shiny and tight as her own. Her mask was removed, and her dark hair cascaded down around her shoulders, framing her striking features.

‘You are amazing Batgirl. I leave you alone, all nice and comfy in my bondage adhesive and what do you do? You escape. I knew I should have waited until it devoured you. Oh well, it doesn’t matter; Now, it just means we have more time play.’

Catwoman sauntered forward, the six inch heels of her black-patent ankle boots, echoing on the floor as she walked. As Catwoman approached, Valerie removed the vibrator from Batgirl’s thrusting crotch and smiled.

‘I see you’ve met the lovely Miss Ashlyn.’ Catwoman said, as she stopped over the two women. ‘She seems to have taken quite a liking towards you, Batgirl… and you seem to be enjoying it, despite yourself…’

‘…Before you get too attached, I must warn you that she has the most wonderful evil streak. An evil streak that she has turned primarily in your direction. You might be interested to know that her father had a real crush on you. It seems that he left you a lot of money. Money, she feels should rightly be hers. And now that you’ve fallen into our clutches again, it will be. You see, with you out of the way, that money reverts back to her. Of course a bit goes to me as well.

Catwoman got down on her knees next to Valerie and Batgirl, and slowly slid her hand up Batgirl’s stocking thigh.

‘You’ve done very well, Valerie! I guess this makes you an OFFICIAL Sex Kitten now.’

‘Cool.’ Valerie cooed, proudly.

‘Batgirl looks quite excited. Have you let her come?’

‘Absolutely not, Catwoman…’ Valerie said, teasingly pushing the vibrator against Batgirl’s pussy, and pulling it away again. ‘I’ve driven her into a absolute frenzy!’

‘Purrrfect. It would be a shame if Batgirl was to come too early. She hasn’t been put in the chamber yet. Untie her ankles and remove her lovely boots. I want to test her sensitivity.’

Talon stepped in and helped Valerie carry out Catwoman’s orders. They untied Batgirl’s ankles, unlaced her purple, five-inch, stiletto ankle boots and pulled her wriggling, stocking feet free.

Catwoman, sat down on the pillows and took Batgirl’s left ankle from Valerie.

‘You have such sexy feet, Batgirl.’ She purred, as her mouth moved downward. To Batgirl’s suprise, Catwoman began to suck her stocking covered toes, alternating between gentle bites and soft kisses. Her tongue moved along the soft nylon encasing her foot, diving between her toes and licking her tender arches. Strangely enough, this was the first time anyone had done this to Batgirl, and she found it incredibly arousing.

Catwoman watched Batgirl’s reaction and smiled. She could tell immediately that Batgirl was enjoying it. Her feet were indeed very sensitive. So much so, that Catwoman couldn’t imagine what she would be like after a few minutes in the chamber. Catwoman’s pussy grew wet at the thought of it. She could already see Batgirl struggling.

Catwoman, momentarily had the urge to rip off Batgirl’s clothes and screw her right there, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to burn her kinky, little feast. She wanted Batgirl to simmer.

She took time with each of Batgirl feet, slowly kissing and caressing each sensitive area in turn, enjoying the reactions her expert touch produced. When she was satisfied that Batgirl was ready, Catwoman moved on up her stocking legs.

Batgirl could tell Catwoman had done this before. She was driving her crazy. Chills went up Batgirl’s spine as Catwoman’s soft, knowing tongue moved up the inside of Batgirl’s knee, and then to the inside of her thigh.

As the passion rose inside of her, Batgirl began to moan quietly into her gag. Catwoman looked at her face. Batgirl’s eyes were tightly shut. Her breathing was getting heavier, and every once and a while, she would remove her lips from the ballgag, revealing her white teeth upon its shiny, red surface.

She strained at the singleglove, her struggles only heightening her sense of arousal.

And she was becoming very aroused. Her hips slowly gyrated under Catwoman’s command, and her stocking feet were pointing straight out, straining for release. Batgirl could feel Catwoman’s hot breath on the upper most portion of her inner thighs, and then the lightest of kisses on the thin material covering her pussy. But the touch was fleeting.

Instead, Catwoman’s mouth went up Batgirl’s body, pausing to suck on the thin material covering her firm nipples, playfully biting her, making her body swirm in delight.

Then Catwoman straddled the helpless figure of Batgirl. Batgirl could feel her strong thighs tightly squeeze her body as Catwoman concentrated on her neck and ears. Her moist tongue moved about with reckless abandon, sending shivers down Batgirl’s entire body.

Catwoman reached behind Batgirl’s head, released the buckle, and pulled the rubber ball from her mouth. Then she kissed her hard. A strong violent kiss, to which Batgirl responded in turn. As their tongues danced, Catwoman’s hands moved to Batgirl’s breasts, messaging and caressing them through the thin material of her teddy.

Batgirl arched her back and pulled at her arms in the single glove. Passion ripped through her body. She wanted Catwoman. She wanted her now.

Catwoman, however, had other plans.

She stopped their incredible kiss and slowly removed her mouth, a single string of saliva briefing joining the two women, before breaking onto Batgirl’s quivering, open mouth and chin.

‘You have a very sensitive body, Batgirl.’ Catwoman said, looking deep into Batgirl’s misty eyes. ‘That’s good. It will make your struggles in the chamber even more hideously delicious.’

Catwoman smiled, allowing only Batgirl a couple of seconds to ponder what she meant, before beginning again, her breasts rubbing against Batgirl as she slid slowly downward.

Catwoman slid all the way down and started on Batgirl’s stocking feet again. Before, the touch of Catwoman’s dancing tongue on her stocking feet, was arousing; Now it was dynamite. Batgirl was writhing in pleasure as Catwoman’s mouth surrounded her toes and feet.

Catwoman saw how turned on Batgirl was and decided to raise the stakes. She moved slowly upward, sucking and caressing every part of Batgirl’s luscious legs, then dove into Batgirl’s pussy.

‘MMmmmmm’ Batgirl moaned, loudly, thrusting her hips forward.

Catwoman removed her mouth and smiled.

Batgirl looked down her body at Catwoman’s smiling face. She was playing with her and it was working. It was driving her crazy. Catwoman opened her mouth and licked her lips seductively, then she moved down on Batgirl and continued her onslaught.

Batgirl could feel the passion beginning to build inside her body. Even before, without direct clitoral stimulation, Catwoman’s knowing caresses had Batgirl clawing near orgasm. Now she was straining every muscle just so she could release the sexual energy that Catwoman had kindled. It had started as a small fire and built into a giant inferno deep within her. Now, she was about to explode.

But she didn’t; Just as she was about to come, Catwoman stopped.

‘Please don’t stop, please….’ Batgirl whimpered, opening her eyes, her hips still gyrating.

‘Is my pretty little pet is enjoying herself?’ Catwoman said smiling, as her hand moved between Batgirl’s legs, slowly caressing her pussy.


Catwoman unsnapped the thin, soaking wet crotch of Batgirl teddy, and with her razor sharp index claw, made an incision in the crotch of her drenched pantyhose.

‘Ooo, Batgirl, you’re so wet. Look how wet your pussy is.’ Catwoman purred, slowly stroking Batgirl’s clitoris. ‘How purrrfect.’

‘Oh yes….ugggh….’ Batgirl moaned, thrusting her hips against Catwoman’s hand. The passion building like flood waters behind a unstable dike. Catwoman continued to stroke her. Harder now. Faster. All the while, she carefully watched for the signs of Batgirl’s impending orgasm.

Just as Batgirl was about to explode, she stopped her expert caresses, and stood up.

Batgirl opened her eyes.

‘Oh Catwoman, please….’ Batgirl pleaded, still moving her hips sexily, but now in frustration more than passion. ‘Oh god, don’t stop… Please!’

‘Is my poor little Bat-nymph turned on?’ Catwoman said, her eyes narrowing. ‘You don’t know the meaning of being turned on… But you will!…

….Kittens, prepare her!’

The Kitten’s turned Batgirl over on her stomach and removed the singleglove. Batgirl, felt the blood rush back into her arms but the feeling was fleeting. The kittens removed the singleglove only to replace it with rope.

As the kittens held her arms behind her back, Valerie looped some white rope around Batgirl’s gloved wrists binding them tightly together. Talon, meanwhile, looped some more rope around her upper arms, just above her elbows, pulling them together. Then she began to coil the rope around them, lining up the rope in neat rows.

‘Tighter. I want her lovely breasts to stick out as far as possible.’ Catwoman said, smiling.

‘Aghhh…’ Batgirl moaned.

‘…Better. Now tie some rope around her breasts. I want them to be extra sensitive….. Purrrfect… Bring her here.’

The kittens grabbed Batgirl, picked her up on her feet, and dragged her struggling, to Catwoman who had a twelve foot length of rope in her hands.

‘Passion and Vixen, hold her still. Valerie, Talon, hold her legs open.’

The kittens obliged while Catwoman doubled the length of rope and looped it around Batgirl’s waist a couple of times. She then fed the free ends through the loop, then moved the waist rope until the resulting knot was behind Batgirl’s back.

‘I love this part.’ Catwoman whispered into her ear, before feeding the ends between her bound wrists, through her spread legs and up and over her waist rope in front.

‘What are you doing to me?’ Batgirl said, squirming.

‘Come now Batgirl, don’t try to tell me you don’t know what a crotch rope is.’ Catwoman said, slowly pulling down on the rope.

‘Noooo..’ Batgirl pleaded, trying to stop the inevitable.

Catwoman didn’t listen. Instead, she carefully guided the double rope so that it split Batgirl’s labia and then pulled, drawing the rope deep into her pussy.’


‘Tighter, Catwoman!’ Valerie said, excited.


‘Tight enough?’ Catwoman asked, giving the rope another yank.

‘Ahhh…’ Batgirl responded, trying to pull her knees together.

‘I guess it is…’ Catwoman purred, tying the rope off. ‘I think she’s ready. Tie her ankles back up, she’ll be easier to handle.’

The Kittens obliged, tying Batgirl’s squirming, stocking feet together with a piece of white rope.

‘Comfy?’ Catwoman asked coyly.

‘Perfectly.’ Batgirl responded, defiantly.

‘Well, we’ll see to that…. take her to the chamber!’

Valerie, Talon, Passion and Vixen, lifted Batgirl, and carried her struggling, to a room next door. They paused at the door to allow Batgirl a good look at what was in store for her.

It was a huge room and sitting in the middle of it, surrounded by video cameras, was a large cylindrical chamber made of glass. It was set into a solid, red metal base that was bolted to the floor.

It was about four feet in diameter and nine feet high. About eight feet up on one side, a small circular opening had been cut in the glass. Above and to the right of the glass chamber, was a huge, red shroud, hanging down from the tall ceiling. Something very large was hiding underneath it, but Batgirl was given no time to guess what it was.

‘Put her inside!’

Batgirl didn’t know what the chamber was for, but she knew that if Catwoman designed it, she didn’t want to go in. She struggled against the girls, but it was no use. They had no trouble carrying her behind the chamber, unlocking the glass door, and pushing her inside.

Once inside the chamber, her ankle ropes were removed. Then as the Passion and Vixen held her body still, Talon helped Valerie attach two thin purple velvet restraints around her slender ankles, locking them in place with two small, bronze padlocks.

‘Use the four foot chain. I want to give her plenty of room to struggle.’ Catwoman said, as Valerie connected one restraint to a delicate, four foot metal chain. Then, she fed the chain through a large eyebolt that was set in the center of the chamber floor, and attached it to the other restraint.

Batgirl lifted a stocking foot and yanked at the thin chain experimentally.

‘Those velvet covered restraints are made of solid titanium, Batgirl. As is the chain. Quite beautiful, but more than enough to hold you, I assure you.’ Catwoman said, slowly moving her hands down the outside of her body.

With her bondage finished, the girls stood up, exited the chamber and began to close the door.

‘Wait. Just one more thing…’ Catwoman said, walking behind the chamber. I don’t think Batgirl needs this….’

Catwoman unlatched Batgirl’s utility belt and pulled it off, setting it outside the chamber.

‘Much better. Now she looks purrrfect. Lock her in.’

Valerie closed and latched the glass door, sealing Batgirl inside. Catwoman in the meantime, went to the left side of the chamber and set some switches. When she was satisfied that everything was satisfactory, she walked around to face Batgirl, who was struggling in vain to release herself from her bondage.

‘You’re probably wondering what this all is, Batgirl.’ Catwoman said, gloating.

‘I’m sure you’re dying to tell me.’ Batgirl grunted, as she pulled experimentally on the ropes around her wrists, finding them quite secure.

‘Oh I am Batgirl… but this time I think I will let you find out for yourself!’

Catwoman reach around the side of the chamber, and flicked a switch. The huge, red shroud above Batgirl’s left shoulder, silently raised, revealing a massive object, suspended from the ceiling by wires.

‘This is great!’ Valerie squealed, like a schoolgirl.

It was a huge glass funnel, filled to the brim with some type of, shimmering, bright red material. Hanging down at a thirty degree angle from under the funnels spout, was a long, shiny, metal trough.

For a brief second, time seemed to stand still. Then, suddenly and silently, the whole object turned and swung forward, positioning the end of the metal trough inside the opening above Batgirl’s left shoulder.

Batgirl, now struggling feverishly, looked up at the trough, and then back to Catwoman, who was rubbing her breasts in anticipation.

Batgirl heard a strange, metallic click and Catwoman started to laugh diabolically. Batgirl turned her head and looked up. A split-second later, sparkling, powder-fine, red sand began to pour from the funnel’s spout, onto the gleaming metal trough. Batgirl stood mortified as the sand began to slide effortlessly down the metal trough, towards the opening in the glass chamber where she was imprisoned.

‘Oh my god, no!’ Batgirl cried, trying desperately to free herself from the cunningly secure ropes and the purple-velvet restraints around her shapely ankles.

Unfortunately, her struggles only succeeded in tightening the cords around her wrists, which in turn, tightened the crotchrope, drawing it even deeper into her pussy.

Batgirl, completely powerless to stop the flow of the sand, backed up as far as she could, and watched helplessly, as it slid softly off the edge of the trough, spilling onto the metal floor in front of her. Batgirl watched horrified as the soft sand continued to spill, accumulating in a mound on the floor.

Then something very strange happened: Batgirl watched in paralyzed fascination, as the dry sand seemed to suddenly liquefy, oozing across the bottom of the chamber like a hideous, shimmering red quicksand.

Batgirl flinched at it touched her feet and within seconds, it covered a thin layer over the entire floor of the chamber. As she pulled at her wrist ropes, the shimmering red sand slowly rose, creeping up the outside of her dark nylon clad feet.

As the sand oozed between and then over her stocking toes, it sent sickly chills up Batgirl’s spine. It felt indescribably hideous. So much so that Batgirl immediately got up on her tiptoes, trying to avoid it’s strange caress.

‘That’s right, Batgirl. Up on you tiptoes!’ Catwoman laughed, wildly.

Batgirl looked up at Catwoman, quizzically, and then back down at the shimmering red sand. It was slowly rising up her raised stocking feet. It looked dry but it moved and felt like some sort of grotesque, oozing, wet quicksand. It seemed to lick at her feet, caressing the soft nylon encasing them. Batgirl had never felt anything like it before.

‘It’s working!’ Valerie squealed, overjoyed.

Batgirl shot a glance at Catwoman, then immediately back to the sand, as it continued to creep up her sensitive, raised undersoles. As the sand swelled around her feet, the strange sensations continued, getting even more intense as it crested her raised heel, surrounding her shapely ankles.

‘Oh god, what’s happening to my feet?!’ Batgirl exclaimed, slowly pulling her right foot completely out of the thick, oozing sand with a slurp. She looked down at her foot in amazement. It was completely dry. The soft, sheer, black nylon around her foot didn’t glisten like it had when she pulled it from Nora Clavicles’s synthetic quicksand.

Yet her foot under the surface still felt wet. -Very wet. And strange. -Hideously, hideously strange.

Panic set in. She had to get her feet out, now! She gingerly pushed down on the sparkling surface of the rising sand with her right foot and slowly pulled her left from the sand. For a second her right foot held above the surface, but just as her left foot was about to emerge from the sand’s sickening caress, her right foot began to slowly slide back in.

She immediately shifted her weight and tried to lift it out again, but it was too late. To her dismay, she couldn’t find a solid surface to push on. The sand gave way slightly under each foot as she pushed down, and she couldn’t find the leverage to pull either foot free of its sickly caress. Instead, each successive struggle slowly pushed her deeper and deeper, the oozing sand continuing to send chills up her stocking legs as she slowly sank back down to the bottom.

As soon as she reached bottom, she tried again, with exactly the same result. Just as she thought that she might be free of the sands captive embrace, her free foot would ooze back into the dry surface, and she would sink slowly back down. It was like she was stuck in a slow rising quicksand, whose very touch was driving her crazy.

She struggled madly to get free of it, but was a useless, vicious circle: The more she struggled to free herself, the worse the sensations became, which bred more panic, causing her to struggle even harder.

Catwoman was enjoying the show immensely, and began to laugh, slowly caressing her breasts in obvious delight. ‘That’s right Batgirl, struggle harder!’

‘uggh…oh god, what is this stuff?!… It looks like dry sand, but it feels so…. uggh…uggggghhhh! Oh god, it’s so strange!’ Batgirl cried, her feet still squishing in and out of the slowly rising sand.

‘It’s Shiver-sand, Batgirl! A sensationally fiendish, new invention of mine!’ Catwoman said, looking over at the other four women who were fondling each other and smiling broadly.

‘Uggh…. uggh!… What’s it doing to me?!’ Batgirl exclaimed, as the sand crested her knees and began creeping up her sensuous thighs, licking at the sensitive backs of her stocking knees like a thousand, tiny lips.

Catwoman moved slightly closer to the glass, and slid her hands down the outside of her shiny black teddy and between her slightly spread legs.

‘It’s arousing you to death, Batgirl!’ Catwoman gushed. ‘It will slowly move up your body, stimulating each of your body parts in turn, until it suffocates your writhing body under its shimmering red mass.

‘Oh god… Uggh… Please.. NO!’ Batgirl said, pulling fiercely at her bonds in vain, watching the rising sand move up the outside of her upper thighs.

The five women outside the chamber were all overjoyed. Valerie, with her eyes still firmly fixed on the struggling, bound form of Batgirl, turned her head and gave Talon, a long, wet kiss. Talon responded, her hand sliding between Valerie’s legs, gently messaging her wet pussy through her soft, nylon bodystocking. Valerie moaned quietly and then pulled away, excited.

‘Look Catwoman, its almost up to her pussy!’ Valerie said gleefully.

Batgirl looked down in horror at the creeping sand, as it inched nearer and nearer her exposed crotch. She struggled wildly to keep her pussy away from the rising sand, but her thrusting legs just oozed in and out of the sparkling red sand. There was nothing she could do.

‘AAAAUUGGggggghhh!’ Batgirl screamed. as the sand rose and enveloped her crotch sending shock waves of pleasure and revulsion throughout her entire body. It was so intense that she lost her balance momentarily, causing her body to dip even lower in the sand.

‘She’s fantastic!’ Passion gushed, completely wet at the sight of Batgirl writhing in bondage, the sand oozing over her hips and moving up her slim waist.

‘Yes it’s, amazing. It’s like the sand is making love to her.’ Valerie added, watching Batgirl’s struggles become even more intense as the sand inched up her abdomen and licked at the bottom of her breasts.

‘It is!’ Catwoman gushed.


The sand oozed over Batgirl’s breasts and she screamed in horrified delight. Her body was responding to the sands sickening caress. As disgusting as the sand felt, it was awakening a intense, primeval sexual response, that she couldn’t even begin to fathom, let alone possibly hope to contain.

Soon she was thrusting her hips up and down like the sand was a huge cock ramming deep into her pussy. It was incredible and horrible all at the same time.

‘Yes Batgirl! Do it!’

In took only a short time immersed in the dry, shimmering shiver- sand, for Batgirl to lose whatever self control she had left. She began to struggle even harder in the oozing red mass, heightening the sensations even more. She couldn’t stop moving. The more she struggled, the more intense the feelings became, until she thought she was going to explode.

She could feel the bright-red sand oozing around her stocking feet and legs, licking at her pussy, caressing the underside of her breasts, rubbing across her sensitive, erect nipples.

One second it was inhuman, grotesque torture, the next: pure, raw sexual bliss. The revulsion and pleasure mixed, until they were like the oozing sand surrounding her: One indescribable flowing mass of primal lust.

‘Look Catwoman! She going to come!’ Valerie squealed, watching Batgirl body pump against her bonds and the mounting Shiver-sand.

It was true. The raging firestorm growing within Batgirl, was overwhelming. The emotion was so intense that Batgirl truly feared releasing it. It didn’t matter. She had no control over it. She couldn’t hold it back.


The first orgasm hit like a massive tidal wave washing over her, and she literally shook as Valerie, Catwoman, and the kittens, squealed with joy. The second, like a freight train, ramming into her helpless body, pummeling her into submission. The third and fourth were like nothing that she could describe.

After that she lost track. She could only concentrate on the intense, sexual energy that pulsated through out her bound writhing body. The sands unending caress. Her oozing struggles. The complete helplessness…

She pulled at her bonds, as she continued to come, pulling the crotchrope tightly against her clit, straining and struggling in the mounting ooze….

Coming again, and again and again and again and again and….

It was too much for her. Finally, in the midst of her twenty- fourth massive orgasm, Batgirl lost consciousness.

Chapter 10




…’After tonight, I am going to have to leave town.’ Catwoman said matter-a-factly, turning to face Valerie, who was smoothing her stockings with her hands. ‘Gotham is getting too hot. After we finish with Batgirl, I am going to have to ask for a considerable down payment on the money you owe me.’

Valerie looked up at Catwoman quizzically, a look Catwoman had seen before. A look Catwoman didn’t like at the best of times, and especially not when money was involved.

‘Our arrangement was for you to take care of Batgirl BEFORE the dinner.’ Valerie replied. ‘By the terms of the will, Batgirl has already collected the money, regardless of whether she dies later tonight or not.’

‘Not so. Our arrangement was for me to take care of Batgirl and upon doing so, for you to pay me a hundred million dollars.’ Catwoman said standing up.

‘Listen Catwoman, I think we can come to some arrangement, but a hundred million? That’s ridiculous under the present circumstances. I am not even sure if Batgirl has informed the police about me yet. If she has, my cash assets will be frozen, and I wouldn’t be able to pay you, even if I thought you deserved it….. which I don’t…’

‘I don’t care about your petty financial problems… We had a deal, and your going to pay for my devious drudgery, one way… or another.’ Catwoman said, walking nonchalantly to the wall.

‘Well you’re in for a rude awakening.’ Valerie said, standing and turning on her heel.

….’No, I think it is you who is in for an awakening…’ Catwoman said, pulling a lever on the wall next to her.

The floor under Valerie opened abruptly and hinged downward, sending her sprawling through the trap door into the room below. As she hit the ground, the trap door above her slammed shut, leaving her in total darkness.

Valerie got to her feet and felt around in the inky blackness. She found a wall and quickly found three others.



‘Catwoman!… Please…!’ Valerie screamed, realizing she had played too close to the furnace and was about to get burned.

A light came on above her head. Valerie looked around wildly. She was in a tiny room, not more that four feet square, with no windows or doors. Her mind was racing.

‘…Catwoman!… We can make a deal!’

‘I’m sure we can, Miss Ashlyn…’ A speaker set in the ceiling whispered. ‘I’m sure we can…’

With those words, Thick white smoke began to pour into the room from a vent in the wall. It was so heavy that it cascaded immediately downward, hanging at the bottom of the room almost like a liquid. Valerie watched in horror as it slid along the floor and enveloped her feet. It was incredibly cold, and sent chills up her spine as it slowly rose around her legs.

She spun around madly, trying to think of a way out, but there was none. Only four white walls and a ceiling. She wondered if it was poison or just knock out gas. She feared the worst, her anxiety climbing steadily as the gas rose past her upper thighs.

The super thick gas was around her waist and she could do nothing but look around madly. She began to panic, feeling the walls frantically for any hope of an exit, but finding none.

‘Catwoman we can make a deal. I was only half telling the truth! I have plenty of money hidden away…!…. Catwoman!…’

The gaseous material rose over her breasts and she felt it’s cold touch on her nipples. Within seconds it rose over her shoulders. She stood on her tiptoes, arching her neck back away from the rising tide.


She took a number of quick breaths, and then as the gas rose over her chin, she closed her eyes and inhaled as deeply as she could just before the gas enveloped her.

It was all around her now. Cold and wet like a super thick fog. She dared not breathe, she dared not move. Time ticked by. The loneliness was absolute, and slowly she felt the need to breathe creeping up on her. At first it was bearable, but after a short time, it became oppressive and she felt her head getting light.

Still, she continued to hold her breath, as the pain and pressure increased. Of course, in the end, it was a losing battle; Her body, succumbing to the rising levels of carbon dioxide within her, forced her to take a breath. As soon as she did, she felt her head go numb, and within seconds, she collapsed on the ground.

Catwoman took her hand off of the lever and turned towards the center of the room. The evening’s affairs had gotten completely out of hand. First Batgirl had ruined the awards ceremony, and then Valerie had thrown her own little monkey wrench into the proceedings.

Catwoman paused and gazed about her lair, admiring the fine silks and luxurious adornments that concealed the various pitfalls and Bat-traps she had installed. All installed in the expectation that Batgirl would eventually grant her the pleasure of her luscious company. She casually walked around the steaming vat of white sand and sat down on a plush leather divan, situated in the center of the room.

Batgirl would have to enter on this level, and Catwoman was fully prepared for her. It didn’t matter what door or window she entered, all the routes led through here, and once she entered here, Batgirl was hers…

Catwoman nuzzled back into the soft leather and moved her hand to her breast. It felt firm under her leather teddy. Catwoman smiled. As devilish as this room was, the truly devious areas of her lair lay below… in the Catacombs… With any luck, Batgirl would get an opportunity to visit one of the many special rooms… or maybe take an “unguided” tour in her maze…

Catwoman closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly, thinking of Batgirl struggling… Then the image of Valerie Ashlyn in her Blue Latex Dress and heels came into view, struggling right along side of her. Catwoman’s hand moved between her legs as she saw the ropes around Valerie’s lovely lithe form… The crotchrope pulling the hem of her skirt tighter into her pussy as she struggled. -No… not a crotchrope… No… Something much more devilish… Catwoman stopped playing with herself. She had a delicious idea.

She opened her eyes and looked at the time. Yes. It would be at least forty minutes before Batgirl would arrive. Plenty of time for what she had in mind…

Catwoman reached behind her and pushed a small button hidden in the back of the couch.

‘Yes Catwoman?’ A voice answered.

‘Are you girls ready yet?’

‘Ready? I thought you said we had-‘

‘Change of plans.’

‘We’ll be up there as soon as we can, but-‘

‘What’s the problem?’

‘Were having a hell of a time getting into these corsets, Catwoman. Are you sure Valerie ordered the correct size? They seem awfully small.’ Talon replied.

‘A little tight are they?’ Catwoman purred, smiling. ‘If you think they’re too uncomfortable, I’m sure I can find something more… appropriate.

Talon paused. She knew Catwoman too well to take that bait.

‘Oh no, Catwoman…’ Talon replied, inhaling as Passion pulled on the laces behind her. ‘Thes-.. These are ju-… just fine. We’ll be up in a minute.’

‘Very well..’ Catwoman smiled, pushing the button again, then laying deeper into the soft leather. ‘Yes. Valerie would make a fine appetizer for the main course to come; She smiled, moving her hands up over the tops of her breasts, then downward.

She spread her thighs slightly and closed her eyes. This was going to be an unforgettable evening…

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor behind her, brought Catwoman out of her reverie. She sat up, eager to see how the new outfits Valerie had donated would look on her luscious Sex Kittens.

‘Purrr-fect.’ Catwoman purred as Talon, Passion and Vixen entered the room and then slowly turned around, allowing Catwoman ample time to admire their outfits.

Valerie had assured Catwoman that they were the finest silk corsets available. She was right; They were indeed, stunningly beautiful. Catwoman had chosen the colors: white for Talon; pink for Passion; and a smoldering red for Vixen.

Valerie had had them specially imported from Europe and each was delicately adorned with hand sewn French lace and Bristienne pearls. Matching long silk gloves added more elegance, and the dim light dancing off of their sheer, silk stocking covered legs, reminded Catwoman of an early morning frost.

Color coordinated, Parisian style ankle boots were the perfect companion for the corsets, as were the silk chokers tied around their necks. Matching hair ribbons held their hair up elegantly, allowing the ends to flow slowly downward, emphasizing the radiant beauty of their faces.

‘You all look delicious enough to eat.’ Catwoman said, beaming.

‘Talon come here.’

‘Absolutely, Catwoman.’ Talon replied, putting her hands on her hips and slinking over next to the couch.

Catwoman stuck out a hand over the edge of the couch and slowly moved it up the inside of Talon’s white shimmering leg to the barespot between the top of her stocking and her soft silk panties.

Talon leaned into the couch slightly.

‘Where’s Valerie?’ Passion asked looking around.

Catwoman moved her hand upward and began to message the soft silk of Talon’s panties. In a matter of moments they were dripping wet.

‘She is sleeping downstairs.’ Catwoman responded, continuing her caress. ‘It seems our devious Miss Ashlyn has turned greedy on us. I’m afraid that she’s having seconds thoughts about our previously negotiated compensation.’

‘What are you planning to do with her?’ Talon asked, moving forward slightly.

‘I think she needs a little lesson in ethics.’ Catwoman said, grabbing the underside of Talons crotch slightly harder, then rubbing the area with more deliberate force.

Talon moved her legs together and lowered her shoulders, letting the warmth of Catwoman’s power envelope her.

‘And I know the purrr-fect purrr-suasion…’

The two unoccupied girl’s eyes narrowed slightly as they smiled, walking around the couch to face Catwoman.

‘…Talon,’ Catwoman said, releasing her hand from her body.

‘Bring me the Parisian black bodystocking. I was originally thinking latex, but now I think about it, I love the look of white rope on dark nylon…’

Talon teetered slightly as she came back down to earth and smiled. ‘Right away Catwoman.’

‘Passion and Vixen, go get our lovely fetish princess from collection room “b” and bring her here.’


Barbara bent down and slid the soapy sponge down her leg, relishing the feel of the warm water as it poured off of her back and down her body. She opened her eyes and looked down. The floor of her shower was a mass of sparkling red specks. She moved the circling waters around with her foot, washing the hideous red sand down the drain, trying vainly to wash away the memory of its hideous touch with it.

She turned and put her face into the jets of the shower, opening her mouth and letting the water rush against the outside of her teeth. She thought about the oozing sand around her body and shuddered. She closed her mouth around the water and then spit it out.

Catwoman was going to pay for that. She turned and let the water hit her back again. It felt good, way too good. She wanted to stay, letting the water wash over her, letting it heal her… but she had no time. She had to get ready…. She turned and shut off the water.

Stepping from the shower, she toweled off, quickly drying her short dark hair. She then applied some baby powder to her body, massaging it into her skin, before sitting down and putting on her makeup.

Tonight was going to be a special night and she was nervous. It felt almost like she was going out on a date with someone very special. Barbara looked in the mirror and smiled. She wasn’t going to look her best, She was going to look immaculate.

Barbara applied the finishing touches to her makeup, deciding finally on a wet red lipstick, then stood and walked to the full length mirror that hung by the bed.

She paused at the bed, picking up the shiny purple garment that was laying there. It felt incredibly wicked. She turned and stood in front of the mirror holding Catwoman’s ingeniously seductive Sensi-suit in front of her. It felt cool and wet against her skin and just the slightest touch on Barbara’s breasts made them hard. She momentarily had a wicked thought about trying it on, but with measurable effort, decided against it. Barbara knew that if she put it on, one thing would lead to another and it would add another thirty or forty minutes to her already pressing schedule.

‘Later.’ She said aloud, sliding the material down her body a final time before carefully putting it away in her play chest. ‘It’s time finish this Catwoman thing, once and for all.’

She turned abruptly and walked to the makeup mirror, ready to make her dramatic change into Batgirl. The wall swung slowly open, revealing her seriously depleted costume collection. Unlike other occasions, it wasn’t difficult deciding what to wear.

In her pursuit of Catwoman, She had ruined or soiled four costumes in the past three days, and had only one left. These latest inventions of Catwoman were getting out of control. She had some costume design to do when she finished up with her.

‘Maybe Catwoman would explain the Sensi-suit process so I could make a teddy out of it…’

Barbara felt herself get wet at the thought as she opened a drawer and pulled out a small purple box. She opened the box and removed her last pair of imported, sheer, jet-black pantyhose.

‘Dawn these things are going to be expensive to replac-‘

Then it hit her. Thanks to Valerie Ashlyn’s kind stepfather, she was probably not going to have to worry about money ever again. She was rich. Just how rich she didn’t know, but with the amount of hassle that Valerie had gone through to keep her from the awards dinner, it must be sizable… maybe even a million dollars…

She slid on the new pair of hose, feeling the smooth nylon slide up her legs. She could probably afford all sorts of neat things now. New shoes, new fetishwear… new toys…

She stood up and stepped into her one remaining purple turtleneck teddy. Like all the others, it was long sleeved, cut high on the legs and was incredibly tight. This one however, was one of the first outfits that she had designed, and it still included an attached cape. Batgirl wiggled her way in and then inhaled as she zipped it up in back.

It was super tight. Batgirl turned around and the cape spun gracefully behind her, making her think momentarily that she had been wrong to get rid of it. It was kind of cute.

Next Batgirl donned a pair of five inch stiletto pumps and the soft, flame-red wig and purple cowl that hid her identity. Last to go on was her utility belt.

Buckling it in place, she turned towards the mirror and smiled. She looked sizzling hot. Catwoman was going to pay dearly for her earlier actions. She looked down and did a last minute inventory of her utility belt before stepping through the hatch and onto her Batgirl cycle. Without a moments hesitation, she put the bike on silent mode, kick-started it and fled, her cape fluttering behind her as she sped into the deserted streets of Gotham.

* * *

MEANWHILE BACK AT CATWOMAN’S LAIR… * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Valerie stirred from her gassed slumber. Hands held her and she felt something like soft nylon gloves being pulled on her hands, then slowly up her arms. She opened her eyes. It took a few moments for them to focus.

She was sitting on the floor. Vixen was straddling her thighs, holding her legs down while Passion and Talon pulled a sheer black bodystocking over her shoulders.

‘Good Evening, Miss Ashlyn. I trust you slept well?’ Catwoman said, as she started to zip up the bodystocking behind her.

Valerie tried to swirm away, but Talon and Passion held her firmly.

‘I recommend that you save your strength for later, Valerie’ Catwoman advised. ‘Believe me, you are going to need it…’

‘…There….’ Catwoman said, finishing the zipper, sealing Valerie’s body in the soft sheer nylon. ‘Talon bring me some rope, I want to do this myself.’

‘Catwoman, you don’t have to tie me up, I’ll do whatever you want.’

‘I know you will, Valerie, I know you will.’

Talon grabbed an armful of white nylon rope that had been tied into neat bundles. She walked over and deposited them in a pile on the floor next to Valerie.

‘Hold her arms behind her.’ Catwoman ordered.

‘Catwoman, please..’ Valerie protested to no avail.

Catwoman selected a medium sized bundle, opened it and looped it around Valerie’s upper arms. Then she slowly tightened it, until Valerie’s elbows were almost touching behind her back.

‘You’re very limber, Valerie.’ Catwoman whispered, as she wound the rope around her arms, carefully aligning the ropes in six neat rows, before looping the rest of the rope between her elbows and cinching it off.

‘There… nice and tight.’ Catwoman muttered to herself as she grabbed another piece of rope and looped it tightly around Valerie’s waist five or six times before tying it off. After testing that it was properly secure, she grabbed one of Valerie’s wrists and tied it the waist rope above her hip. She grabbed the other wrist and tied it in a similar fashion on the other side of her waist.

‘Feeling helpless?’ Catwoman asked as she slowly traced her finger nail down the outside of Valerie’s torso and across her breast.

Valerie squirmed and struggled to get away from Catwoman’s touch, but she found she was tied quite expertly. No matter how hard she pulled and twisted, she couldn’t loosen the ropes around her.

Catwoman took her inability to get free as a yes, motioned Passion to get off of her legs, and then pushed Valerie onto her stomach.

‘Passion, hand me an ankle.’

Passion did as she was told and gave Catwoman one of Valerie’s slender ankles. Catwoman looped a long piece of rope around it, pushed it back against her thigh and proceeded to tie it there, coiling the rope around her ankle and thigh and then cinching it in place. Valerie squirmed in her grasp, moving her stocking foot up and down against her thigh, trying to loosen the ropes, but it was useless. Catwoman admired her handiwork and then wasted no time in repeating the procedure with the other leg, before sitting back and watching her lovely bound captive struggle on the ground.

Valerie had been tied up before. You don’t run a fetish empire without getting involved in bondage… but as she pulled at her wrists and kicked her legs, she realized that this was all together different. This was real. She was truly helpless, and this wasn’t some girl or boyfriend… This was Catwoman… -and she had just gotten started. Valerie wondered just how much rope Catwoman was going to use. She remembered Talon squirming on floor in Catwoman’s special constrictor hogtie. The thought made her squirm even more for escape, as she watched Catwoman stand up and adjust her belt.

‘There, that should do it.’

Valerie stared up at Catwoman, suprised. She had fully expected Catwoman to tie her into some sort of human knot.

‘Aren’t you forgetting a crotchrope, Catwoman?’ Vixen asked, smiling.

‘No, I have something much better in mind. Girls pick up our guest. We’re going to the Ballroom…!’

Valerie had no idea what the ballroom was, but the gleeful looks on the smiling faces around her, made her stomach sink slightly; Whatever it was, Valerie knew she wasn’t going to like it.

The Sex Kittens picked up Valerie and carried her downstairs, along a pink colored corridor, to the end, where a large black door loomed.

Catwoman opened the door and Sex Kittens carried Valerie’s struggling form inside, pausing at the doorway just long enough for Valerie to get a good look at the room and its contents.

It was a large round room, with a tall ceiling. In the center of the room was an enormous black ball, at least five feet round, sitting in a metal bracket on the ground. It’s surface was smooth and shiny, but it didn’t look like plastic. It looked more like hard, solid latex.

Catwoman went to a console and pushed a button. The floor opened slightly and the ball lowered until only the top half was sticking out of the ground. The floor then slid closed again, allowing Catwoman to walk up next to the to the huge sphere, sliding her hand lovingly along its smooth glassy surface.

‘This is going to be such a ball!’ Catwoman roared, as the girls joined her, carrying Valerie’s struggling form in their arms.

‘Catwoman, please….’ Valerie pleaded, looking Catwoman in the eyes for some sort of compassion.

There was none. Only deep brown eyes framed by the most sinister smile she had ever seen. A rush of intense helpless swept over her. Her knees went weak and her heart began to pound even heavier, as she tried again to pull her hands from the ropes… it was useless.

‘…Whatever you think I owe you, I’m sure that I can get it.’ Valerie said, pleadingly. ‘All I need to do is give my bank in the Caymans my security codes and they will wire-‘

‘Shhh’ Catwoman said, pulling a red ballgag from her belt.

‘Oh no, please Catwom-‘ But Catwoman was already sticking the ball into Valerie’s mouth.

‘I’m sure that in time, you’ll be dying to give ME any code I wish…’

‘MMMMPHH!’ Valerie squealed, feeling the ball slide behind her teeth, and then the strap tightening it even further into place. Valerie struggled to push it out, but it was useless, Catwoman had secured it firmly.

She stopped trying to push the rubber ball out and looked at Catwoman who was sliding her hand along the surface of the huge black orb in front of her.

‘What do you think of my ball?’ Catwoman said. ‘Beautiful isn’t it?’

‘Mmmmmppph…’ Valerie moaned, trying to pull her hands from around her waist and kicking as best as she could with her bound legs.

‘She really wants to get on, doesn’t she Catwoman?’ Vixen purred, feeling Valerie squirm in her arms.

‘Yes, I think she does, but the ball isn’t ready for her…’ Catwoman said, bending down and grabbing a large jar. She opened it and lifted it above the ball.

Clear goo slowly oozed out of the jar and onto the black ball, slowly spreading out on it’s surface. Catwoman put the jar down and began to spread the goop around on the ball, slowly coating the outside. Then she began to massage the top of the ball, slowly moving her hands in a circular motion. She continued and Valerie started to wonder what she was doing.

Suddenly something began to form at the top of the ball. First it was just a slight bump on the surface, then as Catwoman continued, it slowly got bigger, and began to take shape, slowly rising until there was no mistaking what it was.

‘MMMMMMPPP!’ Valerie screamed, not believing her eyes. A black rubber dildo was thrusting upward, forming itself… right out of the surface of the ball! Catwoman bent down, poured more goo on the head of the dildo, then continued massaging the outside, slowly sliding her hands along its shaft and head. It responded, growing larger and firmer in her expert hands.

She continued her slow caress, concentrating on each part of the dildo in turn. She slid her hands over top, rubbing first upward, then around and the down over the head. Then she moved along the shaft, twisting her hands expertly down all the way to the flanged base…. Then upward again.

After these series expert caresses, the dildo was huge, and it seemed to pulsate to her touch like it was alive. Smiling, Catwoman pulled her hands away, and the dildo continued to move, seemingly straining for more attention.

‘I think it’s ready now. Put her on.’

‘MMMMMMPPPPH!’ Valerie screamed, as Passion and Talon, holding her legs open from either side, allowed Vixen to slowly swing her over the pulsating member.


‘Now slowly…’ Catwoman cooed.

Passion and Talon slowly lowered her down, while Catwoman positioned the dildo, allowing it to slowly enter her.

‘MMMPHHHHH!’ Valerie moaned, as she felt it spread between the slit in her bodystocking and then slide inside of her.

It seemed to feel her as well, because it responded, thrusting and pulsating as she was slowly lowered onto its glistening black mass. She continued to slide slowly downward until it was all the way in; her crotch resting on the base of the dildo and her inner thighs resting on the outside of the slimy ball.

‘Mmmmmmmmmaaa…’ Valerie moaned, as the girls released her and stood back, laughing with glee as she struggled to push herself off the top of the ball.

‘Oooo, that’s right, struggle…’ Catwoman cooed, watching Valerie vainly attempt to grip the outside of the black ball with her knees, only to have her thighs slide along the outside helplessly.

Valerie began to push her legs together, trying to lift herself off, but the ball responded, growing squishy between her thighs, not allowing her the grip she needed. She struggled with her knees vainly attempting to get a hold of the ball. Instead she slid further down, moving the dildo even deeper.

Catwoman laughed, as she watched Valerie struggle, leaning forwards and backwards, side to side; trying anything to get some traction on the outside of the ball. But it was useless, The inside of her thighs were alredy coated with goo, and she just slid around on the top, making the dildo inside of her even more aroused.

‘Welcome to my Pleasure-Ball… A devious invention I built for Batgirl. It will respond to your every desire, Valerie… and all you have to do to stop it, is get off…

‘mmmmmmhhhaaaa’ Valerie moaned, closing her eyes, her movements on top of the ball changing, become more rhythmic, yet with the same desperate intensity.

‘Of course, you’ll find it completely impossible to do so…’ Catwoman said, gushing. ‘…and your struggles will only excite it further, until you won’t know whether you’re on the edge of ecstasy or looking over into hell itself…’

‘Mmmmmaggg..’ Valerie moaned, opening her mouth and exposing her teeth on top of her gag.

Catwoman paused, looking first at Valerie movements and then at her Sex Kittens who kissing and stroking each other, obviously enjoying Valerie’s struggles as much as Catwoman was…

‘Girl’s we should leave Valerie to her dreams…’

‘Oh Catwoman, can’t we stay a bit longer…’

‘I wish we could, but Batgirl’s bound to be here any minute… Once I’m sure she is well in hand, we can come back and watch… that is if Valerie doesn’t mind…’

‘MMmmmmagghhhh…! Valerie moaned, exposing her teeth again on the outside of her ballgag as her first orgasm hit, the tensing of her muscles plainly obvious through the sheer nylon encasing her body.

‘and really…. I don’t think she’s going anywhere…!’ Catwoman laughed as she turned and ushered the girls outside…

Chapter 11

…’Oooo, that’s right, struggle…’ Catwoman cooed, watching Valerie vainly attempt to grip the outside of the black ball with her knees, only to have her thighs slide along the outside helplessly.

Valerie began to push her legs together, trying to lift herself off, but the ball responded, growing squishy between her thighs, not allowing her the grip she needed. She struggled with her knees vainly attempting to get a hold of the ball. Instead she slid further down, moving the dildo even deeper.

Catwoman laughed, as she watched Valerie struggle, leaning forwards and backwards, side to side; trying anything to get some traction on the outside of the ball. But it was useless, The inside of her thighs were already coated with goo, and she just slid around on the top, making the dildo inside of her even more aroused.

‘Welcome to my Pleasure-Ball… A devious invention I built for Batgirl. It will respond to your every desire, Valerie… and all you have to do to stop it, is get off…

‘mmmmmmhhhaaaa’ Valerie moaned, closing her eyes, her movements on top of the ball changing, become more rhythmic, yet with the same desperate intensity.

‘Of course, you’ll find it completely impossible to do so…’ Catwoman said, gushing. ‘…and your struggles will only excite it further, until you won’t know whether you’re on the edge of ecstasy or looking over into hell itself…’

‘Mmmmmaggg..’ Valerie moaned, opening her mouth and exposing her teeth on top of her gag.

Catwoman paused, looking first at Valerie movements and then at her Sex Kittens, who kissing and stroking each other, obviously enjoying Valerie’s struggles as much as Catwoman was…

‘Girl’s we should leave Valerie to her dreams…’

‘Oh Catwoman, can’t we stay a bit longer…’

‘I wish we could, but Batgirl’s bound to be here any minute… Once I’m sure she is well in hand, we can come back and watch… that is if Valerie doesn’t mind…’

‘MMmmmmagghhhh…! Valerie moaned, exposing her teeth again on the outside of her ballgag as her first orgasm hit, the tensing of her muscles plainly obvious through the sheer nylon encasing her body.

‘and really…. I don’t think she’s going anywhere…!’ Catwoman laughed as she turned and ushered the girls outside…

The sensual rumble of the Batgirl cycle between Batgirl’s legs made the trip to the Paper Mill almost enjoyable. It was cool and quiet, which unfortunately gave her far too much time to think about what she was getting herself into. She knew Catwoman and the rest of her evil cohorts would be waiting. That was a given. She suddenly wished she had a partner like Batman had in Robin. Robin was dependable… -and cute, Batgirl thought quietly.

Batgirl smiled as her mind began to drift. She had noticed Robin staring at her legs during Nora Clavicle’s trial a week ago. Instead of drawing his attention to the fact she knew he was oggling her, she slowly crossed and re-crossed her legs, rubbing the inside of her stocking thighs together.

She moved her hands to her thighs, sliding them slowly up her legs, then innocently pulling at the nylon encasing them. Then she held a leg out in front of her and dangled her stiletto shoe from of her toe, slowly pumping her leg up and down. She could see Robin’s blood pressure and other parts of his anatomy, rise. She wondered momentarily what it would be like to take him home with her one day.

Batgirl smiled. She had calmed down considerably from earlier in the evening. Her thinking, though wandering, was clearer and more deliberate. As she approached Gothard Avenue and turned left into Green Way however, she again had second thoughts about going it alone.

‘This was MUCH too easy.’ She thought. ‘Catwoman dropped that piece of paper on purpose. She wants me to find her… She’s had all the time in the world to prepare herself. Maybe I should wait for- Damn it, Where were Batman and Robin when she needed them?’

Batgirl looked up uneasily as she turned the corner on to Meow Way. She knew instinctively that this was not a smart idea, but it was too late. She was already there. She turned off her Batgirl cycle and coasted the last few blocks.

The Gotham Paper Mill lay erected as an old relic of the industrial revolution and had been closed for over thirty years. It stood like a bleak memorial for those for whom “progress” actually meant “job loss”. When it was first new, back in the mid 1800’s it was probably a warm bright building, but now, a century and a half later, the red brick facade of the huge complex was weathered and beaten. The massive cast iron fence that once stood proud and strong around the perimeter, was now a evil, twisted mass of rusting metal.

The moon cast shadows along the sides of the building making the whole area even more foreboding. Batgirl could feel her heart racing as she slid her leg off the leather seat and walked slowly to the fence.

‘Barbara, you’re nuts… Why are you even considering this…’ Batgirl muttered to herself as she slid through a portion of the grillwork that had parted slightly from the rest of the foundation.

Catwoman looked up from the video monitor and smiled. Batgirl had taken the bait.

‘I told you she would come alone. How purrr-fect…’ Catwoman said, as she watched the lithe form of Batgirl slip across the grounds. ‘Girl’s get out of sight, I’ll call you if I need you. The fun is about to begin….’

Batgirl slowly made her way to the building using any small cover she could find. Once she reached the huge monolithic structure, she edged around the side and found a small window slightly ajar. She quietly opened it, and slid inside. The window belonged to a small office on the outer edge of the main factory.

The window must have been open for some time, because rain had gotten in with obvious results. It was musty with the smell of mildew and rot. She ignored the stench and walked across the room to a small door. She opened it and peered out onto the shop floor… and into another world…

Batgirl wasn’t ready for the sight that befell her. She had expected it to be a disheveled mess like the office, but it wasn’t. Not at all. The huge space before her was opulent.

The entire area was bathed in the flickering of hundreds of candles that were placed all around the room. Huge pieces of pink and black silk fabric hung shimmering amongst an array of flowers, wafting slowly in the breeze of four huge ceiling fans that spun slowly overhead.

Two huge, black metallic cat statues stood like bookends in the center of the room, reflecting the flickering light of the candles on their cool black surface like muted stars. Between the huge cats, set atop a slightly elevated platform, was plush leather devan. Lounging on the plush leather divan, was Catwoman.

She was laying on her back with her long lithe legs suspended in the air. She was wearing a tight turtleneck teddy made of butter soft, black leather with a silver and onyx chain belt around her waist.

Between Catwoman and Batgirl, at the foot of the platform, was a large round pool of white sand. Wisps of steam emanated from the surface, and it bubbled occasionally like a pot of thick porridge.

As Batgirl slipped through the door and slowly approached, Catwoman casually grabbed a black stocking, put her pointed toe into the end and began pulling it over her foot, slowly working it up her long leg. She smoothed it slowly admiring the way it looked on her leg before grabbing another stocking and slowly sliding it on.

‘What is it about black stockings, Batgirl, that drives men so crazy, and makes me feel so… wicked?’ Catwoman said, kicking her legs slowly up and down above her.

Batgirl stopped in her tracks.

‘Oh don’t be shy Batgirl,’ Catwoman cooed, sliding on to her stomach. ‘You can answer.’

‘I have no idea.’ Batgirl said, striding out of the shadows and into the dim light, the flickering candlelight dancing off of her gleaming purple teddy and patent stiletto shoes. She stopped ten feet short of the pool of steaming sand, giving herself a safe cushion between herself and its bubbling mass. She spread her legs slightly, and put her hands on her hips.

‘Certainly you must have some ideas on the subject. Just look at your outfit.’

‘I think men like the idea of them, Catwoman. They ooze sexuality. Personally like the way they make my legs look, and I like the way they feel against my skin.’

‘As do I, Batgirl.’ Catwoman said, turning on her back and sliding her hands down the outside of her legs, before sitting up abruptly. ‘Especially your lovely stocking feet.’

Batgirl felt herself get wet despite herself. She thought back to how Catwoman’s moist mouth felt around her stocking toes as she lay helpless on the floor of Valerie Ashlyn’s Fetish Boutique. It seemed like so long ago, yet it had only been hours earlier.

‘…Maybe you’d like to join me here on the divan…’ Catwoman said, as she leaned back and began rubbing her toes back and forth along the surface of the leather sofa…

‘Or maybe…take a dip in the hot tub…’ Catwoman continued, twisting her body around and sticking a toe into the warm vat of what obviously was sort of Shiver-sand. ‘Ooo, it feels absolutely… devilish!’

‘You are twisted, Catwoman.’

‘Thank you, Batgirl. As are you in your own precious way. You are such an adorable tease. You can’t deny me that you enjoy the effect the sight of your luscious body has on people… not to mention the effect it has on yourself…. And why not? You have a fantastic body, Batgirl… and you package it so well. Your choice of outfits for tonight is purrrfect…’

Batgirl watched Catwoman lift her toe from the sand, and then slowly slide her hands down her stocking legs. Catwoman was playing mind games with her. Unfortunately, what she said was basically true. Batgirl decided to play along.

‘I didn’t really have a choice, Catwoman. You’ve soiled or outright ruined the rest, tying me to your little toys.’

Catwoman looked at Batgirl and laid back slightly, pulling a single piece of white rope from behind her and sliding it through her hands. ‘You LIKE bondage, don’t you Batgirl….’

Batgirl was stunned. She didn’t really have a coherent response ready. ‘I don’t know what you mean…’

‘Of course you do.’ Catwoman cooed, doubling the rope and pulling it behind her knees. ‘You love the way the rope feels around you, the feeling of helplessness, and surrender.’

Catwoman began to coil the rope around her legs just above her knees. Batgirl felt her nipples harden and shifted her position slightly as she felt herself get wet.

‘You have lost your mind, Catwoman.’

‘I don’t think so. I think you secretly, deep down, get an incredible erotic rush from the little games we play.’ Catwoman said, as she continued wrapping the rope around her knees and then tied it off. She then moved her hands up her thighs. ‘Ooo, that feels good, nice and tight.’

‘I certainly know YOU enjoy it. Or you wouldn’t take so much time thinking up such bizarre and hideous inventions.’

Catwoman lifted her legs and sat further back on the plush leather sofa moving her hands over the top of her breasts.

‘Oh you are correct there, Batgirl. That IS probably why I am so driven to devise such unique forms of departure for you. Your death must be a playful masterpiece.’

‘They’re certainly unique, Catwoman, but I wouldn’t call them playful.’ Batgirl said, watching Catwoman’s hands drift between her legs.

‘But you are wrong, Batgirl. They are very playful. Where would the fun be in just killing you? It would be so easy. I could have done it countless times in the past. For instance, I could have let you suffocate in the Siamese Shrink Wrap, but instead I gave you a sporting chance.’

‘Atop your arouser see-saw…’

‘You escaped didn’t you?’

‘With no help from you. You aren’t trying to tell me you plan for me to escape all your toys, as you call them, just so you can trap me in another one?’ Batgirl asked incredulously.

‘No. Not even I could possibly write such a convoluted screenplay as that. But I am always prepared for your escape…. Except your unscheduled entrance at the dinner tonight. I must admit that came as a bit of a shock.’

Batgirl smiled. ‘Valerie seemed particularly upset. Where is she by the way.’ She said, looking around her.

‘She having a ball downstairs…’

‘Cooling off?’ Batgirl couldn’t resist.

‘No, I hazard a guess that she is heating up right now. Would you believe she tried to double cross me?’

‘Yes.’ Batgirl said, thinking back to Valerie at her boutique.

‘She didn’t want to pay me for taking care of you.’ Catwoman said, as she put her arms over her head on to the armrest of the divan and stretched her long legs out in front of her.

‘Well what do you expect? You didn’t.’ Batgirl, said lifting her chin high in defiance.

‘True Batgirl, but I have now…’ Catwoman said, as she moved one hand behind the armrest and pushed a button.

Batgirl heard a soft click from below her feet, and before she could do anything the floor tilted up in front of her, sending her sprawling backwards. She braced herself, expecting to hit the floor hard, but instead, she landed on a soft rubber sheet. She bounced momentarily like she was on a dull trampoline, then slowly came to rest. She looked around dazed and realized that she had fallen just inside the edge of a large shallow pit.

Catwoman pulled the rope from her legs and smiled broadly. Her plan had worked. As she lulled Batgirl with her quiet sensual voice, the floor behind the purple nymphette had silently pulled away, revealing a shallow pit about ten feet across. Stretching across the floor of the pit was what looked like a pink rubber trampoline.

Batgirl tried to get up.

‘Very amusing, Cat-‘ Batgirl started to say.

‘Yes Batgirl, you will find it so…’

As Batgirl pushed down on the sheet, her hands slid first into and then along the surface of the shiny rubber. It was incredibly slippery. It felt as if it were covered in a fine layer of super slick oil. In fact, it was so slippery that she couldn’t get any traction at all. She struggled harder, but it was useless. All it did was make her slide further down towards the center of the sheet.

Catwoman began to laugh wickedly. Batgirl was huffing and puffing but couldn’t sit up or even roll over. The incredibly slick surface of the rubber wouldn’t allow her to do anything but swirm and slowly but surely, slide into the center of the pit.

‘You do an excellent impression of bacon frying, Batgirl.’ Catwoman squealed, laughing hysterically, as she watched Batgirl swirm and wriggle, now in the middle of the pit.

‘…Absolutely sizzling.’

Batgirl continued to struggle, trying to at least sit up. But it was impossible. As she pushed down on the rubber, it gave under her, not allowing her anything to push off of. And it was slippery as hell… And very odd, like warm, soft, slippery bubble gum.

Batgirl stopped struggling and looked up at Catwoman who had walked up to the edge of the pit and knelt down on her knees. Catwoman stuck her hand out and push down on the pink rubbery sheet.

‘Oooo how wonderful…’

Batgirl looked down at herself. The rubber was molding itself around her buttocks and lower back, as well as the heels of stiletto shoes. Batgirl pushed her hands down in another attempt to push herself up and they disappeared deep into the surface. The bizarre pink sheet seemed to swallow them, closing around her arms like tight latex gloves. The feeling of the rubber closing around her outstretched fingers, made Batgirl panic. She pushed down with her rear and began to slowly pull her arms out. As her forearms emerged from the surface, the sheet began to ooze over the outside of her hips and in between her slightly spread thighs. The material was molding around her, allowing her further into it’s slick stretchy surface.

‘What is this stuff?’ Batgirl said, struggling in earnest now to free herself of the strange material.

‘It Cool-tex Batgirl. An early by-product of my Sensi-suit experiments. And what feels like a sheet is actually a solid block of the stuff, about eight feet deep!’

Batgirl felt her buttocks slide further down, and pink material began to ooze up over her stomach…

‘Oh god!’ Batgirl cried, pushing down on the surface, only to have her arms slide into the surface up to her elbows. She shifted her weight back down on her butt, and again, slowly pulled them out, causing her butt to slide deeper into the surface. ‘I’m sinking!’

‘Exactly Batgirl. Your body heat is melting surface of the Cool- tex. That why I discarded it. It has a very low melting point. Made it damn difficult to make clothes out of. As soon as you put them on, they would literally melt right off. Makes a damn fine Batgirl trap though…’

Batgirl struggled to remove her hands but only succeeded in pulling her body deeper into the strange pink substance. In a matter of moments it oozed completely over her hips, concealing the top of her body under a featureless flat sheet of pink rubber.

‘Oh god!’ Batgirl screamed trying to pull out her hips, but only succeeding in pushing in her arms and ankles further into the goo.

‘That’s right Batgirl, struggle. It will do no good. The Cool- tex has you in it clutches now.’

Batgirl looked feverishly around her as more and more of her body slid beneath the surface of the Cool-tex. It crept up her shins and thighs until all that remained above the surface was the tips of her knees. Batgirl looked down at her body. Her arms were uselessly trapped beneath the surface and as she watched her body slipped even deeper, the strange substance flowing over her breasts like warm bubble gum.

‘Catwoman… get me out of here..’ She pleaded to no avail.

Catwoman instead stood and walked back to the sofa and sat down, enjoying the show. The Cool-tex was melting around Batgirl’s body and all that was left above the surface was the tips of her knees, and her head and shoulders. Catwoman reached behind her and pushed another button.

Batgirl stayed as motionless as possible, but it didn’t seem to help. Her knees disappeared beneath the surface like a sinking ship and she could feel the warm ooze covering her shoulders and surrounding her neck with it soft spongy caress.

Batgirl lifted her chin, as the Cool-tex came in contact with it. Stretching her face as far from the surface as possible. It was useless. The Cool-tex continued to slowly advance, until again it was under her chin.

Batgirl looked around wildly. In a few seconds she would be dead. The Cool-tex crested her chin and Batgirl took a final deep breath, and closed her eyes, fearing the very worst. Then suddenly, she stopped sinking.

Batgirl looked around only with her eyes. She dared not move an inch for fear of sinking out of sight. Catwoman approached and sat down at the edge of the pit smiling. Batgirl continued to concentrate on staying completely still.

A minute past and she was still stuck at chin level. She could feel the strange material around her. It was warm and… tight. Batgirl moved slightly and didn’t sink. Hell she didn’t even move. She tried again to move in the Cool-tex but found that she was suddenly trapped in the substance as if it were a rubber mold. And it wasn’t as warm as it had been before. In fact Batgirl seem to feel the substance around her getting cool.

‘Feeling constricted?’ Catwoman asked, smiling.

‘What are you doing to me?’ Batgirl asked, struggling with all her might, but unable to move a muscle.

‘I’m cooling you off, Batgirl… Actually I’m cooling off the Cool-tex, but I think you’ll find that it’s about the same thing.’

‘I can’t move….’ Batgirl said, pulling and pushing under the surface with her body, but to no avail.

‘Yes, that is another unfortunate thing about Cool-tex. When it gets cold, it does tend to get rather constricting. I hope you aren’t finding it too uncomfortable.’

‘Actually, it’s rather pleasant.’ Batgirl lied, defiantly.

‘Well I’m afraid that it will become quite unpleasant shortly. As it cools, the Cool-tex will harden, in turn getting tighter and tighter until it slowly crushes you… Of course you may find that you freeze first….’ Catwoman laughed. ‘I would love to see that…’

‘I’m sure you would…’

‘Oh I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Though I need to check on Valerie downstairs first. I think by now, she’s dying to tell me everything I want to know.’

Catwoman stood up and began to walk away.

‘Catwoman! Surely you didn’t lure me here just for this. Where’s your playful nature…!’ Batgirl pleaded, feeling the rubber tightening around her.

Catwoman stopped, walked back to the edge of the pit and kneeled down.

‘You’re so right, Batgirl, how could I leave you in there like that…’ she said as she lifted a small section of tile from the ground, revealing a set of buttons. She looked down at Batgirl, and then to the controls, slowly sliding her finger along the tops of the various buttons, like she was unsure exactly which one she wanted to push.

‘Eany, meany, miney…’ Catwoman said, stopping on top of the blue one and then hesitating, looking deeply into Batgirl’s eyes before finally pushing the button.

Sudden the entire pit of Cool-tex began to undulate sending incredible surges of sexual stimulation across Batgirl’s body.

Catwoman squealed with joy, knowing Batgirl’s helpless body would have no choice but to respond to the slow, sensual massage.

‘Catwoman, you Bitch!’ Batgirl screamed as she closed her eyes and began thrusting in the pink rubber, unable to stop the rising passion within her.

‘Magic Fingers, Batgirl!’ Catwoman stood, walked toward the door, looking over her shoulder.

‘Ca-at-at Wo-wo-man!’

‘Taa Taa, Batgirl! … Enjoy!!’ Catwoman cackled and Batgirl heard her echoing laugh slowly fade as she walked downstairs, leaving her to freeze… or worse…

‘Enjoying yourself?’

Valerie looked up from the ball to see Catwoman the Sex Kittens walk in the room. They glided across the room until they were standing in front of her. Catwoman put her hands on her hips and took in the sights.

Valerie was a disheveled mess. The outside of her bodystocking was gleaming and completely drenched with sweat. Her short blond hair, was wet and hung limply across her brow, dripping sweat onto her already wet face… but her eyes told it all. They were red and slightly swollen and she had that glassy not all there look of someone who was completely spent.

But even with all that, Valerie was still struggling.

Certainly not the frantic struggles from forty five minutes ago, but distinct and helpless none the less. Her thighs strained and kicked, sliding endlessly on the outside of the ball. She pulled at her wrists and twisted, shutting her eyes tightly, as yet another orgasm hit… To Catwoman’s utter delight. She wondered just how many she had had… Twenty? Thirty?

‘Mmmmpphaaaa.’ Valerie moaned softly, opening her mouth to expose her white teeth along the surface of the ballgag. She was still coming. Then it ended and her head tilted forward, she was near complete exhaustion.

Catwoman walked up to the ball and slid her hand up Valerie’s ooze covered thigh.

‘Pool little Valerie.’ Catwoman cooed, as she reached behind Valerie’s neck, unbuckled the ballgag and pulled it from her mouth. Valerie lifted her head, her eyes pleading

‘Catwoman please…. augh… get me off of this thing….’ Valerie begged, feeling the dildo inside of her come to life again.

‘I COULD do that… but first, I think some codes are in order…’

Valerie began to shift atop the ball again.

‘Anything…. Oh god.. Anything!…’ Valerie screamed, thrusting suddenly forward and then backward, arching her back as the dildo pulsed wildly within her.

‘Talon… write this down carefully.’ Catwoman said, as she squeezed Valerie’s thigh. ‘OK, where were we. Oh yes, the codes….’

Valerie literally exploded with information. Account numbers, amounts, banking codes… Catwoman smiled, already seeing the money flowing into her Swiss accounts. In less than a minute, Valerie was finished, closing her eyes as another massive orgasm hit… She tensed, her whole body shaking from the exertion. Then her body fell silent again.

‘That’s… that’s it… now please… get me off of this thing…’

Catwoman grabbed the ballgag from her belt.

‘Oh no, Catwoman… please… you promised…

‘I lied…’ Catwoman cooed.

‘Oh god please don’t leave me up here like this…N-!’ Valerie begged, as Catwoman stuck the red orb back in Valerie’s mouth, buckling it tightly in place.

‘MMppppppph!’ Valerie screamed, her body struggling in a sudden burst of energy.

‘I don’t intend to…’

Catwoman walked back to the console and pushed a button. The ball rose out of the hole in the until it was three feet off of the ground.

Valerie looked at Catwoman questioningly. Catwoman smiled and pushed another button.


Valerie looked below her. The floor was opening and something huge was coming out of the ground. At first Valerie couldn’t tell what it was, then suddenly she recognized it.


It was a huge circular saw. Its crooked spiked teeth pointing up menacingly. It stopped just below the ball and then started to slowly rotate, picking up speed until it was a blur of motion.

‘I’m afraid that our partnership will have to PART company…’ Catwoman said, pushing another button on the console. ‘One half of your body over here, and the other half over here…’

The ball lurched downward and the spinning edge of the jagged blade began to tear into the bottom of it, making not only a ton of noise, but also sending a shock wave of vibration upward. Catwoman laughed watching Valerie’s body suddenly tense as the vibration set off a change reaction with the ball, making the entire upper surface quiver, not to mention what it did to the dildo inside of her.

The ball stopped descending and the vibration stopped. Talon and the rest of the Sex Kittens squealed with joy, overwhelmed with Catwoman’s deviousness.

Valerie’s body relaxed and her head drooped slightly from the exertion, as she tried to recover from the intense sensation that had just rammed into her.

Then it happened again. The ball slid downward, and the blade cut savagely into it. Catwoman laughed wickedly, as Valerie slid left and right, forward and backward on top of the quivering ball trying to find relief from its intense sensory onslaught.

It was useless.

The ropes around her body held her, and she couldn’t find the leverage to pull herself off of the dildo. It was insanity itself. And all that her struggling accomplished was to move the dildo within her even more, doubling the effect that the savage vibration was having on her helpless body.

Valerie lurched forward as the ball stopped, her breathing ragged, her eyes affixed first to Catwoman and then downward at the flashing edge of the saw blade.

‘She’s amazing Catwoman!’

‘Yes, she is, isn’t she. Such a pity…’ Catwoman said, as she pushed a button and then slid forward, carefully avoiding the massive spinning blade.

‘I’m sorry that it has to end this way Valerie, I am really going to miss you. Once I reactivate the machine it will take only ten minutes for the blade to reach you. A short time I know, but I doubt that your body could last much longer…’

Catwoman put her hand on Valerie’s knee and smiled.

‘… You see the ball gets denser towards the top… so if I were to let you linger up there, you might find the sensation’s a little too… stimulating to handle.’

Catwoman backed away and walked back to the console.

‘MMMMMMPHHH!’ Valerie squealed, jerking her body around in another useless attempt at freedom.

‘This way, I think you will be alive when the blade reaches you….’

Catwoman pushed the button and the ball slid downward. Valerie squirmed as the ball erupted under her. Catwoman waited patiently, admiring Valerie’s unceasing contortions as the vibration continued. Valerie eyes remained tightly shut even after the ball stopped, her hands clenched into tight fists, pulling at the ropes around her wrists.

Catwoman looked over to her Kittens who were playing with each other, transfixed on Valerie’s helpless form.

‘Kitten’s enjoy yourself. I want to catch Batgirl’s final purrr-formance!

Catwoman walked to the door and paused, waiting for the ball to lurch downward again. After a few moments it did, and Talon, Passion and Vixen squealed with joy as Valerie began her dance again.

Catwoman lingered at the door. The next few minutes here would be exquisite… Valerie was putting on one of the most stimulating performances she had ever seen; It was a pity she would miss it.

It was a pity that Batgirl would miss her opportunity on the pleasure-Ball. Catwoman turned and walked out the door, strangely sad. It was a pity that Batgirl was going to miss the experience of so many of her ingenious devices… Such was life…




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