"Oh Batman!" she gasped, "why has it taken you so long to come to me? I've wanted you for so, so long and ........ ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Her words were cut off dramatically as Batman cupped her breasts through the thin black material, squeezing hard and sending a tidal-wave of warm sensations flooding into her brain. Now she had only one thought in her mind, and she automatically reached a hand downwards between their hot bodies to caress the mighty erection that was pushing hard up at her sopping wet pussy.
It was Batman's turn to groan, but not for long as he pushed her sharply back onto the bed, her legs dangling over the edge, and automatically spreading wide to welcome him. In seconds his shorts were down by his ankles and Batgirl's eyes were riveted on his colossal erect penis, almost bursting to plant itself within her.
Her low cry of desire was animal like as she watched helplessly as he pushed up the flimsy nightie around her neck and then lean forward to take first one and then the other nipple into his mouth, licking and nibbling until she was squirming uncontrollably beneath him.
It was fantastic, just like she'd imagined so many times before and then all rational thought was forced roughly out of her mind as she felt his huge penis push up against her wet, welcoming vagina lips and then thrust deeply within her.
There was no time to savour the sensation though as Batman immediately began to drive hard backwards and forwards inside her. It was like the ultimate piston! What had been molten before was now white hot as her whole being seemed to revolve around her pussy, her clit and the pounding taking place below as her fingers dived purposefully in and out.
"What............fingers ........aaaaaaahh?" she thought absently in confusion as her body arched, the orgasm that had building remorselessly finally overwhelmed her, sending wonderful, shivering little convulsions all round her super-tense body.
As the blissful tension started to fade and she relaxed back onto the soft bedding, she started to take in her surroundings again. It was not what she wanted to see.
"Oh no, not again...." she whimpered to herself as she lay on her side and curled her legs tightly up under her, "where...why ......?"
She drew up the fingers of her right hand, coated in her own delicate juices and stared at them incredulously for a few minutes as her expression gradually changed from ecstasy to bewilderment. It hadn't been Batman after all. It had been another of those cruel dreams! The ones that had started almost a month ago when she'd witnessed her Batman getting together with Catwoman, her arch nemesis!
"How could he have done that to me?!" she thought for the hundredth time in rising misery as she turned her head, burying it into the soft lemon pillow and began to sob gently to herself.
Chapter 2 -- Leaving 'Home'
The solidly built man sat on his simple, metal framed bed and waited.
He hummed a favourite tune for a while and then a wide smile spread across his harsh features as he began to laugh mirthlessly.
It didn't sound like a laugh though. The joyous sounds were garbled and muffled into unintelligible gibberish by the gas mask that he was wearing. He looked a like a strange alien insect from some b-rated feature film.
He looked down with disdain at the dark blue striped 'pyjamas' that he was wearing, gave a snort of disgust, and looked at his watch yet again. At last! The thirty minutes were finally up and he positively ripped the mask of his face and let out another, louder burst of mirthless laughter. They couldn't keep HIM down for long!
Jumping up, he threw the mask onto the bed, carefully laid down a small ribbon wrapped card and opened the heavy, steel door.
The bright, harsh prison lights in the open corridor made him squint for a moment before he focussed properly and the laugh that escaped his lips now was full of mirth, but also dripping with evil.
"Well, well.....what a sight for sore eyes!" he whispered to himself.
All around him, figures in similar striped pyjamas were standing or sitting still, staring aimlessly in front of them. They looked like 'living' statues from a fairground, or, as the stranger preferred to think, like newly created zombies ready for the next Romero feature film.
He began to walk casually down the corridor, stepping carefully past his fellow inmates and heading for a door at the end where two blue uniformed prison guards were sat at a desk, both immobile, both staring aimlessly ahead, just like their charges.
Pausing briefly, he turned back and walked back a couple of paces to face one of the striped zombies that he'd just passed. He was an even more evil looking felon. Big, almost seven foot, shaven head and massively built. His deep brown eyes never flickered as he looked straight through the man drawn up in front of him.
"Hi Peanut!" the man sneered, glancing down at the massive erection standing out, pole-like from between the zombies legs, "Pity about the side-effects of the gas, but totally wasted on you though!"
He paused for a few more moments before swiftly bringing up his knee hard into the man's groin, crashing into the erection and forcing him back a couple of paces. The man's expression never changed though, he still stood still, rocking slightly but all feeling put in suspense.
Breathing a little harder from the effort the stranger stepped back before continuing down the corridor.
"That's the last time you'll attack me with THAT thing Peanut!" he laughed mirthlessly again, "And boy, are you going to suffer when YOU come back to your senses!!"
That was it.
"So easy," he was thinking, "just got to grab the uniform and keys from one of the guards, exit through the prepared side door and my accomplices will be waiting with the car and we'll be away!"
Really ........it was so, so easy. Well, if you were a master chemist and able to produce gases for all occasions it was!
Chapter 3 - The Library Gets a Shock
The man in the grey slacks and worn blue roll-neck jumper had moved his chair to get a better view. He'd been ogling his colleague all morning, and now that she was doing some work that involved bending down to retrieve documents from a low filing cabinet, he leaned forward in anticipation.
"Damn!" thought Barbara Gordon as she caught Simon's eyes on her as she bent back up with an armful of files. She'd forgotten to squat down, and even though she was purposely wearing a demure, knee length skirt today, it had a long slit up the back and by bending over she'd given him a glorious view of the back of her long, well toned and stocking clad thighs.
She glared hard at him across the room but, as usual, he simply responded with one of his cheesy grins. The other girls on the library staff had christened the new staff member 'Smarmy Simon' because of his perpetual efforts to catch them in unsuspectingly revealing situations but Barbara had tried hard to be fair to him. Her patience was beginning to wear thin though as she stormed back to her position on the Gotham City Library 'Enquiries' desk.
Barbara enjoyed the relaxing quiet of the library. It was a peaceful contrast to her time as Batgirl where she would prowl the streets with Batman and Robin, putting anti-social elements out of circulation! Not much peace and quiet there! It was a much needed distraction.
She sat back briefly as she patted her shoulder length light brown hair into position, before smoothing down her plain cream blouse over her firm bosom and making sure that it was tucked into her light brown skirt below the tan leather belt. The large brass buckle was the only element of showiness, Barbara being well aware of the Head Librarian's conservative views on dress code.
The library was normally quiet, but there always seemed to be a little background murmur of conversation and Barbara's ears were well accustomed to it, so when that background noise suddenly disappeared and the silence was total, she looked up sharply.
