This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).
In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?
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Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 3: The Earrings Of Bastet
Friday, 2:10 am
Big Dirk switched off the hot pneumatic drill, and straightened his aching back, before wiped a mixture of sweat and concrete dust from his forehead and smooth-shaven head, with a grease stained 'kerchief. Dirk was a giant of a man, some 30 years of age. He was currently stripped down to the waist, his muscular torso gleaming under the powerful portable artificial lighting that had been set up earlier. He waited for the swirling cloud of dust to settle, then pulled off the safety mask, covering his nose and mouth. "How much further is it?" he growled, with a frown, turning to look at the purple-clad female who was seated some fifteen feet behind him.
Selina Kyle, currently in her Catwoman persona, glanced at the schematic diagram spread out over her thighs, and then pulled off her own respirator. "According to this, we should be through to the vault after another two feet, or so," she called to him. "Have no fears! Everything is going according to plan, gentlemen!"
"My back is killing me!" snarled Dan, the remaining member of the trio, as he cleared away the concrete rubble and bricks from the working face. Despite his six-feet four-inch brutish build, the 22 year old, whose nickname was 'Desperate', was supposed to have a miniscule pecker, hence the name and his lack of success with members of the opposite gender. Like Dirk, he was stripped to the waist, apart from his leather-faced work gloves, and was sweating profusely.
Selina's gaze drifted down to the crotch of his tight-fitting blue-denim jeans. "There's certainly not much of a bulge down there!" she mused, with a knowing smirk. "Not much longer!" she told him, encouragingly.
Selina had chosen her fellow bank robbers for their brawn, rather than their brains. She had enough brains for all three of them. They were currently in the basement of the Macy's Department Store, which was located next to the Gotham City branch of the First National Bank. The hole in the basement wall, adjacent to the bank vault, was some four-feet in diameter and ten feet deep, after several hours of backbreaking toil. Toil for Dirk and Dan, that is!
Catwoman was sitting in the basement, on the top of a heap of excavated rubble, her sexy stretch Catwoman costume, covered in dirty smudges and a fine layer of dust, much to her annoyance. "I should have worn overalls, or a pair of work jeans," she muttered to herself. "Far more practical!"
She brought her mind back to the present problem. "OK boys, back to work!" she snapped, just as Dirk was taking a welcome swig from a water canteen, hanging by a strap from his bull-like neck.
"Yeah, yeah!" he growled, re-sealing the bottle and pulling the mask back over his lower face and thumbing the industrial hammer drill back into life. His powerful shoulders juddered, as the drill bit cut into the remaining reinforced concrete and a cloud of dust and concrete fragments flew into the air.
Ten minutes later, he gave a muffled cry of success, as the drill bit broke through into the bank vault. He quickly enlarged the hole, as Dan and Catwoman eagerly dragged away the chunks of broken concrete and steel reinforcement from the ever enlarging entrance.
Catwoman stepped forward and shone a powerful flashlight through the swirling clouds of dust, into the inky darkness beyond. "This is it, boys!" she crowed, her voice somewhat muffled by her mask. "There's a light switch over by the barred door!" She looked at her illuminated watch dial. "We should have at least two hours to rifle through those safe deposit boxes. Take only gold, jewelry and any cash money that you find! You both know what I'm looking for in particular?"
"Yeah, yeah! That Ancient Egyptian stuff!" replied Desperate, as Dirk scrambled through the hole, then hurried over and switched on the overhead strip lighting. Dan followed him into the vault, hefted a crowbar and inserting the curved end into the gap at the top of the first deposit box. He levered it upward, his powerful arm muscles bulging. There was a loud 'crack', like a pistol shot, as the metal lock sheered under this brutal onslaught. He dragged the box out from the bank of identical looking depositories and chortled, as the gleam of expensive jewelry caught his gaze. "If they're all like this, we should make a fortune from tonight's little caper!" he exclaimed, dropping the booty into the sack that Catwoman handed to him.
The two muscle-bound hoodlums set about breaking into the rest of the safe deposit boxes, with renewed enthusiasm.
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Some forty-five minutes later, Dirk gave a cry of triumph, as he broke open yet another box. "Hey, Catwoman, I think this might be what you wuz lookin' fer?" He turned and tossed a small, gold casket, covered in Egyptian hieroglyphics, over to his feline companion.
"Ummph!" Selina gasped, as she caught, then nearly dropped, the precious item. It was a lot heavier than it looked. "Careful, you imbecile!" she snarled, angrily. "This item is priceless, if it's what I think it is?" The two goons returned to filling their sacks with gold, money and jewelry, while Catwoman held her breath, and prized open the lid of the small, solid gold casket.
"Yesssss!" she hissed in triumph, as her eyes alighted on the pair of gold earrings within the jewelry box. "The Earrings of Bastet!" The exquisitely formed items of jewelry were in the form of two sitting cats, with inset emeralds for eyes. She took them from the box and caressed them, lovingly. Bastet or Bast was claimed to be the daughter of Ra, and was the protector of all cats. Legend had it, that the earrings had been stolen by a beautiful young seductress, a High Priestess of Bast, and that they gave their possessor strange, mystical powers, that enabled her to enslave the heart and soul of any man, or woman she cared to command! History records that she seduced Prince Setna, amongst others, claiming to be the Earthly incarnation of 'Bastet the Beautiful' and had commanded him to sacrifice all his children, by his true wife, to the 'Cats of Bastet'. This the entranced prince had willingly done!
The 'Earrings of Bastet' were but one of several exhibits, that had been loaned to the 'Gotham Museum of Ancient History' for a limited period, by the 'Museum of Egyptian Antiquities in Cairo' but only upon the express understanding that the earrings be locked away in a high-security vault, each evening, after the public exhibition had drawn to a close. Selina had checked out the security arrangements at the museum and had decided that they were probably beyond even her considerable burglary skills to circumvent. So, she had decided to approach the problem from a different direction and had enlisted the aid of a couple of willing helpers, to help her break into the bank vault.
The earrings were incredible! The cats looked almost life-like, and the gold felt warm, rather than cold and metallic. As she continued to caress them, her nipples grew hard and erect beneath the clinging confines of her catsuit, and she found herself growing wet beneath the tightly stretched gusset of her thong panties. She squirmed her shapely ass, suddenly feeling incredibly hot all over, as an electric tingle seemed to pass through her highly aroused body.
She reluctantly dropped the earring back into the box and snapped the lid shut, with a shuddering gasp. "Come on boys, let's finish up here! We must have several million dollars worth of loot by now?" she exclaimed, her heartbeat starting to slowly return to normal.
"But Boss, we ain't opened much more than half of these deposit boxes yet!" protested Desperate, a greedy glitter in his close-set eyes.
"We've got plenty!" she snapped. "The sooner we high-tail it outta here, the further away we will be when they finally discover the robbery, and the less likely we are to get caught! Got it, moron?"
"Huh? Oh, er, yeah, Catwoman!" he replied, looking over at Big Dirk for some support.
