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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Chapter 4: The Priestess Of Bastet
Friday, 6:40 pm
Selina Kyle sat cross-legged on a richly embroidered cushion with gold colored tassels, in front of a golden statue of an Egyptian cat goddess, in the small room in her lair, which she'd had converted into a place of worship. Neither Big Dirk nor Desperate Dan, was allowed in this part of her domain. It was her inner sanctum, the place where she could commune with the gods and goddesses of Ancient Egypt. Only the flickering light of a dozen or so candles, illuminated the chamber, casting eerie shadows.
Gone was the slinky purple catsuit, mask and whip of the Princess of Plunder. Instead, the eyes of the former feline femme fatale, had been carefully made up with black kohl, in the manner of Ancient Egyptian noblewomen, and she had earlier commanded Big Dirk to wet shave all the hair from her head and pubic region, so they were equally as smooth as the rest of her sexy body. Smoke drifted up from the two ornate incense burners placed on either side of the statue of a sitting cat, which represented the Cat Goddess, Bast or Bastet, daughter of Isis. Haunting Ancient Egyptian music, based on the flute, lyre and drums, softly played from hidden speakers, in the background.
Selina Kyle was totally naked, apart for a brief, scarlet loincloth with glistening, gold-lamé trimming, that was draped from a fine gold chain, slung low on her shapely hips, and the 'Earrings of Bastet' that dangled from her pierced earlobes. Her firm, large breasts were thrust forward proudly, as she swayed her hips to the music, her pussy juices soaking the cushion between her wide-spread thighs. Her hard erect nipples, were tingling with a strange sexual excitement.
Ever since she'd clipped the ancient artifacts into her earlobes, Selina had experienced an overpowering desire to dress up as a handmaiden of the cat goddess, and to convert others to the true path, using any or all of her womanly wiles. In fact, she felt an overpowering urge to constantly relieve the sexual itch that had built up in her pussy.
Her hands rose up to gently caress her firm fleshy orbs, and she arched her spine, groaned with undisguised pleasure and swaying her head from side to side, eyes closed, as she pinched and tugged at the dark, erectile tissue that crowned them.
Suddenly, her cat-like eyes flew wide open. She had received a sudden vision from the gods and knew what she had to do! "Thank you, oh might Ra!" she intoned, a slight smile on her bright-red lips. Slipping a hand beneath the shimmering red loincloth, she eased the golden dildo that she had been riding, from her sopping pussy and scrupulously cleaned it with her lips and tongue, before placing it in an open wooden casket by her side.
She rose to her feet, stepped into a pair of ornate sandals, then clipped the gold retaining chains about her ankles, before slowly backing out of the room, with her head bowed and the palms of her hands pressed together, fingers pointing upward.
She quickly located Dirk and Dan and informed them of her plan.
Friday, 11:50 pm
The bulky searchlight was still beaming the generic Bat-symbol onto the low scudding clouds that hung over the forbidding skyline that was Gotham City, when a swishing sound disturbed the relative quiet of the night. Moments later, a dark, menacing shadow swooped down onto the flat roof of GCPD Headquarters, releasing the swinging nylon cable at the last moment and dropping the remaining six-feet, onto all fours, with a heart-stopping feline grace. As the cable automatically retracted to the adjacent rooftop, Batgirl peered around, still in her squatting position, a puzzled frown marring her lovely face.
"Where is Daddy and Chief O'Hara?" she wondered. "And why did they use the Bat-signal?" The massive searchlight was rarely used nowadays, more modern forms of communication having made it almost redundant. Batgirl strained to make out any figures in the gloom. Normally, the two law enforcement officers would've been standing by the searchlight, awaiting the arrival of the caped crimefighters!
With a loud sizzling crunch, the searchlight beam was abruptly extinguished. She quickly rose to her feet and assumed a defensive half-crouch, suspecting some sort of devious trap, at the same time pulling a Batarang from her utility belt. "Commissioner? Chief?" she hissed, peering into the darkness, as a cold shiver ran down her spine. She felt her nipples peak, beneath her Kevlar breastplate. Something was definitely amiss.
