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?
Enjoy!
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 7: Catwoman's Plaything
Monday, 9:20 am
Barbara gazed at her High Priestess, lovingly, as she bit into the bunch of grapes that Selina held aloft in her left hand, ignoring the juice that ran down her chin and dripped onto her heaving bosom. The two women were seated facing one-another, in the small, bubbling Jacuzzi, the unguent perfumed water lapping around their shapely hips. Barbara's partially submerged right thigh was draped over Selina's left and vice-versa, while the digits of their submerged right hands, were pistoning away in each other's widespread pussies.
"Aaahhh!" Selina suddenly arched her back and thrust out her breasts, her cat-like eyes screwed tight shut. "Yes! Yes! Yessss!" she hissed, immediately setting off Barbara's own orgasm.
"Nnnnggh! Ooooh, yes, yesss, mistress!" Barbara gasped, arching her spine and throwing her head back, the grapes forgotten. Both naked beauties squirmed and moaned with undisguised pleasure, deep in the throes of their mutual orgasm.
Finally, Selina's long black eyelashes fluttered open and her green eyes focused on her still climaxing companion. "You have done well, slave Barbara!" she intoned, with the faintest of smiles on her scarlet painted lips. "The goddess is well pleased with her newest hand-maiden!"
Barbara bowed her head, her shapely breasts still heaving, as her orgasm came to a shuddering end. "Thank you, Mistress! Your every wish is my command!" she gasped. She now regarded the High Priestess as the Earthly representative of the Ancient Egyptian cat goddess.
"But there is still one further task you must successfully perform, to prove your true worthiness?"
"Anything, High Priestess!" Barbara cried, almost pathetically eager to please.
"Dirk?" Selina called, snapped her fingers, imperiously.
"Yes, Mistress?" The powerfully built hoodlum stepped forward from his upright standing position against the wall of the room. The male slave was almost four cubits* tall and built like an ox! He was no longer dressed in tight jeans and a T-shirt, but was naked apart from a short red loincloth hanging from his broad, muscular hips; a tall, white, approximately conical Egyptian headdress; and a broad band of gold, worn above the biceps of his muscular left arm.
Selena smiled at the obvious tent in the front of the male acolyte's loincloth. She had initiated her two thugs into the ways of Bastet, a little earlier, and they were now completely under the power of the goddess. "Remove your loincloth, then step into the bath and kneel before this female slave!" she commanded.
"Yes, Mistress!" he intoned, unclipping the garment and casually casting it aside, before climbing into the churning milky water and kneeling before Barbara, legs slightly parted.
Barbara stared, wide eyed, at the huge erection, as it bobbed up and down, mere inches from her face. "It must be almost ten zebos** (8-inches) in length and over two zebos (2-inches) in diameter," she thought, suitably impressed by his manhood. She was even starting to think in ancient terms. Dirk's hairy ballsack, hung full and heavy from the base of his magnificent staff.
"Take it in your mouth, slave Barbara," ordered Selena, with a smirk touching her lips. "Run your tongue and teeth over this magnificent example of manhood. Pay loving homage to it! Then I want you to take it all in, every last zebo!"
Barbara gasped, wide-eyed, but obediently wrapped her red-painted lips about the bulbous knob, without a word of protest. She could barely get the huge head past her wide-stretched jaws, her lips tightly stretched about the shaft, as she ran her tongue and gums about the throbbing man-meat.
"Mmmmm! Aaahhh!" Big Dirk groaned, gripping the back of Batgirl's head and pulling her warm, wet mouth onto him, as his hips began to jerk, pistoning in and out of her warm, wet, oral orifice.
"All the way, slut!" hissed Selena, rubbing three stiffened fingers up against Barbara's swollen clitoris, before entering her sex.
"Nnnnghh! Mmmnnn! Ahhhhh!" Barbara mumbled, writhing her hips with pleasure, while Dirk's penis prodded at the back of her throat, insistently. She tried to relax her throat muscles, trying not to gag, as he slowly inched his way deeper.
Soon, she was deep-throating him, while he grunted his pleasure, a look of animal lust on his craggy features. "Uh, uh, uh, uh...."
"Aaaahhhh!" With a loud gasp of delight, the former hoodlum came, spurt after spurt of creamy cum jetting down into the slave's stomach, as Barbara swallowed, desperately, her head starting to swim from the lack of oxygen.
Selina felt a flood of hot, sticky secretions flow over her submerged pistoning fingers, and she smiled to herself. "Now Batgirl is truly mine!" she purred, as Barbara's bulging, gulping esophagus, milked the last of Big Dirk's semen into her belly and he reluctantly withdrew his softening penis from her mouth.
