Note- Another mash up of a couple of my favourite fictional characters. Inspired in part by Ian Fleming's book The Spy who loved Me, and not the film. Although I do not claim to have any rights to the author's work.
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Suffolk, England. 1968.
James bond, considered to be one of the most experienced agents for Her Majesty's Secret Service, wanted to kick himself. He had three vices in his life. Nothing outrageous, just the usual three. Drinking, smoking, and women. And it was the last one that more often than not found him in trouble. As in this case. He awoke slowly, as if from a bad dream, and the room spun until he blinked several times to settle his focus. As far as he could tell, he had been stripped of all clothing and he was strapped into a chair. He was dimly aware of two men. One of which held a Walther PPK with a silencer, the other striking a cigarette lighter over and over.
"Where is it?"
Asked the one with the gun in a Liverpool accent.
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Barbara Gordon hummed happily in the tub as she luxuriated in yet another bubble bath. It had been several days since her latest adventure that saw her as her alter ego, Batgirl, in action with some new allies. She was now in her third week in England, on a vacation to carry out genealogy research, when she had inadvertently gotten involved in an attempted kidnapping of a young African Princess. In the course of that unusual escapade she had teamed up with Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward and one of The Champions, Sharron Macready. In a bizarre twist, all three intrepid females had deemed it necessary to fuck six well hung, and very virile African men, who had been temporarily hypnotized into being unknowing studs. For the purpose thereof of impregnating said Princess.
"That's better," she sighed as she settled under the soapy suds.
How DO they walk about with those massive things in their pants, she wondered. For a solid hour, she and the other two secret agents had taken one big black cock after another. For a scary moment, Babs thought her pussy would NEVER close up again. But the female body is a remarkable thing, and after much self pampering and relaxation everything was as it should be. Lady Penelope had kindly let Barbara take some of her extravagant, not to mention expensive bath salts, so that she could alleviate her sore bones. Not only that, but Her Ladyship had let her stay in one of her getaway cottages for the duration of her visit.
"Hotel life is so boring, my dear." She had said when she found out that Barbara was holed up in a tiny room in Bloomsbury.
Smugglers Cottage, on a Suffolk coastal cliff top, was a Grade II property dating back to the late 17th Century. Her Ladyship had spent two years restoring it, adding a modern bathroom and facilities. Local smugglers had once used it to store the best stolen French brandy to be sold on to the wealthier gentlemen and ladies of the area. Now, the lounge area was cozy and comfortable with two sofas and dinning table. A steep style staircase led to the five bedrooms, the master bedroom being the one Babs had chosen to sleep in. In addition there were the bathroom with tub and shower and kitchen with electric oven. microwave and fridge/freezer.
"This is the BBC, and here is the latest news."
Seeing as she was alone in an isolated part of the country, Babs unashamedly padded to the kitchen without a stitch on, and turned on the transistor radio to Radio Two. She decided that a breakfast of scrambled eggs and coffee would go down a treat. The nine o'clock news mentioned a story about Batman in Gotham City foiling yet another hair brained scheme by the Joker and his cronies.
'Way to go, Batman."
That was when Babs felt a pang of homesickness. She still had a boyfriend in Skip, who she suddenly missed. He was a powerfully built young hunk. The outdoor type of fellow who lived to surf. Soon after they had begun to date they were making regular love, and things were cool between them. But above all she missed being Batgirl.
"Now, who in earth can that be?"
As she broke three eggs into a frying pan, she jumped as there came a loud knocking on the front door. Looking around, Barbara found a big striped sweater that had been left behind by somebody, and threw it on. Obviously two sizes too big, the gorgeous five feet four brunette seemed to be smothered in wool as the sweater came down to mid thigh. She peered out of the window and saw a green Hillman Hunter parked in the drive.
"Hello?" Came a man's voice from outside.
The knocking came again, and Barbara decided to answer it. Outside were two middle aged men. One, was tall and thin. The other, was of equal height, but more bulky in the middle.
"Hi. We're looking for a Mister Hazard. Mark Hazard."
The man looked at Barbara, but also past her shoulder into the entrance of the cottage, almost rudely in fact.
"I'm sorry, but there's no one here of that name."
Once again, the man met her gaze with a rakish expression, compounding her instant dislike for him. Babs tried closing the door.
"Hey! You an American?"
As thin man spoke, temporarily distracting Babs, the other burst the door open and she took a tumble back into the cottage.
"Say, Horror. The bitch is naked."
The heavy man ominously called Horror picked Barbara up by her arms and tore the sweater from her body to reveal her nakedness.
"Well, look at that, Slugger. She ain't half bad. Nice tits. And get an eye full of that rear end."
"Get off of me, you big bully!"
Babs was twisted about so that her head dipped to the floor, and her backside rose up.
SMACK!
Horror gave her one big spank on her rump which made her yell out. With her arms pinned to her sides she found it a problem to resist.
"Horror's a mean man, bitch. Do as he says or he might hurt you bad. Take care of her as I look around."
"Come on." Ordered Horror with a sneer.
With her right arm twisted behind her back, Horror marched her to the bedroom. So stunned by the speed he operated, Barbara didn't realise he was tying rope around her wrists until it was too late. She yelped as he pushed her face down onto the big bed and yanked her legs open.
"Leave me alone, you filthy beast!"
Babs struggled as a dozen loops of rope wound around her ankles which were then tied off at the end of the bed by a good three feet apart. Her arms were raised above her head and secured to the headboard in such a way that the naked brunette was on her belly in a lewd X shape. In a matter of one minute he had rendered her helpless. He had clearly done this sort of thing before, she surmised. Pervert. She shivered as he idly ran a stubby finger down her spine to the tops of her nether cheeks. As she clenched she heard him suck in air and trail his finger down the sweet cleft between her separated buttocks.
"Ever hear of the Beatles, luv? Course you have. They come from Liverpool, same as me."
The villain ominously named Horror cupped and caressed her rump lasciviously as he spoke. His breathing was quite heavy in her ear.
"I seriously love your bum. I love a woman's backside. Like double the pleasure, know what I mean?"
His fingers continued through the crack of her ass to the labia of her vulnerable pussy. A gasp escaped Barbara's lips as he traced a circle around her outer lips with the slightest pressure. Astonishingly, he started to sing.
"Gonna be a hard day's night and I'm gonna treat her like a dog."
"What are you going to do?" Said she with a lump in her throat.
