This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continues to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks to the many readers who have taken the time to send me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The story follows on from 'Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel'.
Warning! This fictional 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: The Green-eyed Monster
Or
(The Return Of Two-face)
Chapter 4: Grand Theft Auto
Monday, 9:15 pm
Despite her intention to remain totally alert and observant, Jennifer's eyelids had gradually grown heavier, and she'd slipped into a light slumber, at the wheel of her parked car.
Suddenly, the driver's door was abruptly wrenched open, and a big, black hand reached in and grabbed the half-dozing blonde by the front of her short cropped top, before hauling her, unceremoniously, out of the driver's seat and onto her feet in the parking lot.
The startled girl's big blue eyes flew wide open. "What the hell's going..." she started to exclaim, but her vociferous protest was abruptly cut short by a second meaty hand, that was clamped over her mouth from behind, thus informing the frightened blonde that there were at least two of her attackers.
Her lovely blue eyes opened wide with terror, as a wicked-looking knife blade was pressed against her pale exposed throat. "One more word outta ya, and I will slit ya throat, white bitch!" snarled the big black guy standing in front of her, still gripping a handful of her knitted top in his other ham-like fist. He was a six-feet tall, Afro-American, with the broad, muscular physique of a body builder. There was a nasty scowl on his face and a wild look in his eyes.
Jennifer nodded her head, vigorously, and the guy behind her, slowly eased his hand away from her mouth. While she was peering around, desperately hoping that someone might be close at hand who could come to her aid, her wrists were grabbed, and both arms were unceremoniously hauled behind her back, producing a sharp yelp of pain and protest. There was a tearing sound, and then she felt a length of some sort of sticky tape being wrapped about her crossed wrists, tightly and effectively binding them together.
"Wha'... What are you going to do with me?" she gasped, desperately fighting to control the fear that was building inside her. "Take the car, it's yours! The keys are in the ignition!"
"I warned ya, white trash!" snarled the six-feet tall Afro-American, nodding to the guy standing behind her. Moments later, more of the sticky 4-inch wide roll of duct tape, was being wound around her head and over her mouth, swiftly cutting off any further protests.
After several layers of tape had been wrapped about her head and over her mouth, the second black man spun Jenny around and forced her into the back seat of the car, before scrambling in after her. This second black guy was several inches shorter than his tall, muscular companion, who climbed into the driving seat and slammed the door shut behind him.
The driver twisted his head around to check things out, as he fired up the engine of the Toyota. The front of the girl's top was still screwed up about her throat. He grinned at the sight of her partially exposed, bra-less, heaving breasts. "Keep the white slut occupied, Leo, while I get us outta here!" he muttered to his companion in crime.
"Yeah, sure, Henry, no trouble!" came the confident reply, as the second black man effortlessly held the girl down against the seat, to keep her out of sight.
With a squeal of protesting tires, the car shot forward on full lock, then accelerated out of the parking lot, at high speed.
As the vehicle headed for the outskirts of the city, the two carjackers started to relax. Leo, who was maybe a few pounds overweight, grinned down at the sprawled out girl, who was staring back at him, wide-eyed, propped up on her elbows on the seat cushion. He leant over her and pushed her short top higher, fully exposing her small but nicely shaped breasts. "Nice," he murmured, running his palms over the blonde's trembling fleshy orbs. "Not bad for a white chick!"
"Mmmmm! Nnnngghhh!" the blonde cried into her duct tape gag, vigorously shaking her head from side to side, obviously not impressed by this particular line of sweet talk.
"Let's find out if that long blonde hair is out of a bottle or not?" he added, with a dazzling, toothy grin on his slightly chubby, ebony face. His hands unfastened the waist button of her blue denim hipster jeans, and then yanked down the zipper.
"Nnnnnggghhhh!" Jenny cried into the gag, trying to squirm away from her attacker, but finding nowhere to go.