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.
Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Enhanced
Chapter 8: The Rescue
Monday, 11:10 am
"Batman, I think I've found it!" Jenny called, excitedly. The crime-busting trio had been methodically searching a large sprawling expanse of old, abandoned, industrial wasteland, littered with heaps of rubble, burnt out stolen cars, and the remains of crumbling brick walls, rotting timbers and rusting ironwork. The Batmobile was parked on an access road, some two hundred yards distant, the nearest it could get to the search quadrant.
The Caped Crusader and Robin appeared around the end of the low crumbling stretch of stone wall, all that remained of some old industrial structure, that had either collapsed or been partially dismantled, at least fifty years previously. There, before them, in a rubble free area, were two large, heavily rusted, slightly buckled, adjacent steel plates, set in a framework in the ground, each with a large metal handle welded to it. The one sheet of metal appeared to contain a small keyhole, where it overlapped the other by several inches.
"Hmm, they certainly look like an entrance of some sort," conceded the Dark Knight.
Robin squatted and tugged at the handles. "They won't budge! Locked or rusted solid? What makes you think this is the entrance to the subway, Sparr... er, Batgirl?" he asked, looking up at his shapely female companion.
Jennifer pointed at the hinges, with a gloved finger. "Recently oiled!"
Robin turned to look at where she was pointing. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I never spotted that!"
"Stand aside, Robin!" Batman inserted the end of the short crowbar he had just removed from his utility belt, under the edge of the overlapping plate, near to the keyhole, and then stamped down on the other end, with his booted heel. There was a screech of tortured metal, then the lock sheared, with a bang, and the door sprang open, with a loud clang. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door fully open, to reveal a flight of tile-clad stone steps, leading down into the darkness beyond. "This is it!" he breathed.
"I just hope no one heard all that racket!" muttered the counterfeit Batgirl, less than impressed by the subtleness of the Caped Crusader's 'breaking and entering' technique.
As the Dynamic Trio crept down the wide, tiled stairwell, Batman pointed to the many footprints in the thick layer of dust. "Well used, and recently, too!" he whispered. He suddenly stopped and switched off his Bat-flashlight. "There are artificial lights just up ahead!" he hissed, placing a warning finger to his lips. "Better keep the noise down!"
Jennifer rolled her eyes up into her head, but didn't say anything.
The Dark Destroyer crept toward the bottom of the stairwell, where the tunnel opened out into a wide, illuminated area, the subway platform, according to the old schematic they had examined on the Bat-computer. There were several adjoining concrete and brick structures built at the rear of the railway platform, some with dilapidated wooden doors, with the paint peeling off, blocking their entrances. Batman expected to find Catwoman and her cohorts in there, somewhere? "God help them, if they've harmed a hair on Barbara's head!" he snarled, under his breath, with an unusual show of emotion.
Monday, 11:12 am
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah..." Barbara gasped, her forehead and forearms resting against the rough, unfinished internal brickwork, her shapely, naked breasts bouncing against her ribcage, with every powerful thrust from the shaven headed, powerfully built acolyte standing behind her, gripping her hips. She had been temporarily given to Big Dirk by the High Priestess of Bastet, as a reward for services rendered in her boudoir, and Dirk was determined to use the gorgeous handmaiden extensively, while he had the chance.
Her shapely naked ass was thrust out in the air, she having earlier removed her skimpy loincloth, at Dirk's hoarse command. His massive erection was firmly embedded in her anus. Her whole body was coated in a glistening sheen of sweat, as her hips thrust back to meet each plunging stroke, and she gasped with pleasure, each time his hairy balls slapped against the backs of her wide-spread thighs.
"You're... loving this... ain't ya, slut?" he gasped, as the muscles of her tight back passage, clutched his pistoning shaft. His large hands slipped under her raised arms, as he sought, and quickly located, her bullet hard, erect nipples.
"Nooooooo!" she cried, tears of self-loathing streaming down her face, leaving streaks of black kohl in their wake, shaking her head, vigorously, in self-denial.
He gripped each amazing nipple between a thumb and index finger, and then gave them a savage twist. "Don't lie to me, slave-bitch!" he snarled.
"Aaaggghhh! Yes! Yes, yes, yes..." she sobbed, writhing her shapely torso, in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, as her highly aroused body once more betrayed her moral principles.
A grin spread across his slightly swarthy features. "You truly are the whore of the High Priestess!" he exclaimed, before pumping into her ass with renewed enthusiasm.
Monday, 11:21 am
Batman had attained the bottom of the steps and cautiously poked his cowled head around the corner of the tile-clad wall, assessing the situation. The dimly-lit subway platform appeared deserted. To their right, the platform abruptly ended at a rough-hewn blank wall of rock. To their left, the stone-slabbed platform extended for about three hundred feet and was some thirty-feet wide, before dropping down onto the actual track, some four-feet below. Rusted track, fixed to rotting wooden sleepers, ran into a dark semi-circular tunnel, at the far end of the platform. To the rear of the subway terminal, several naked electric light bulbs hung, at intervals, from an electric cable, strung along the outer walls of what must have originally meant to be restrooms, a waiting room, a ticket office, shops, maintenance rooms, etc. A low humming noise, indicated the presence of an electrical generator, somewhere in the vicinity.
The lights reflected off the gleaming surface of the platform. Batman frowned. There was no sign of any significant dust or debris down here. Someone had obviously spent a great deal of time and effort, cleaning up the place. He crept out onto the platform, before signaling his two costumed companions to follow.
