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, continue 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 5: Things Aren't Always What They Seem
Tuesday, 12:19 am
"And finally, THIS is the bedroom!" Harvey announced, with a big smile and an exaggerated flourish, pushing open the closed door leading off from the one side of the spacious living room. He was just finishing giving Barbara the five minute tour of his spacious condo, culminating with the sleeping facilities. "You're the first girl I've ever invited back here, Barbara!" he confided, with a roguish twinkle in his grey-green eyes.
"Yeah, yeah!" Barbara smiled in obvious disbelief, as she walked past him, into the bedroom. She came to an abrupt halt, pleasantly surprised by the décor; from the matching suite of tasteful bedroom furniture and large four-poster bed, complete with colorful, patterned, overhead canopy, to the lace curtains covering the windows. It was altogether different from the austere, utilitarian bachelor bedroom that she'd been expecting. Tasteful oil paintings hung from the walls, which were covered in a lovely rose-patterned wallpaper. The room was scrupulously neat and tidy. It made her own bedroom seem a bit of a mess in comparison!
"This... this is quite lovely, Harvey!" she gushed, doing an on-the-spot twirl and loosing her balance in the process. She abruptly sat down, heavily, on the edge of the bed, before placing a hand to her chest and looking up at him, with a silly smile on her lips. "Whoops! I think I've had a lil' too much to drink?" she admitted, in a slightly slurred voice.
Harvey walked over to the bed beside her. "Why don't you stretch out on it, and find out if it's as comfortable as it looks?" he suggested, with a predatory gleam in his eye.
Barbara giggled, but did as he suggested, kicking off her heels and swinging her shapely legs up onto the bed. "Mmm, yes this IS comfortable," she agreed, stretching out, sinuously and resting her head on the pale lilac pillow, before closing her eyes. "Come on you jerk, make a move on me!" she muttered to herself, squirming her ass, sexily, as an added incentive. She wasn't as drunk as she was trying to make out.
Harvey stooped down and picked up what looked like a manacle, attached to a length of chain, from where it had been hidden, under the near side of the bed. The other end of the chain was looped about the bedpost, nearest the girl's head. Gently taking hold of Barbara's right wrist, Harvey eased it up, until it was resting on the pillow, just above her head, before slipping the leather padded metal cuff about it and clicking it closed and locked.
Barbara's eyes fluttered open, and she half-turned her head to see what he was doing. "What's this," she exclaimed, with a drunken giggle, her eyes widening, theatrically, "some sort of kinky game, you naughty boy?"
Harvey smiled down at her, reassuringly. "Patience my pretty one! All will soon be revealed!" he murmured. Her eyes followed him, as he walked around the foot of the bed, to the other side, and stooped down to retrieve a second manacle, which he proceeded to lock about her other wrist. This was attached to the opposite bedpost, by a similar short length of sturdy metal chain.
He then leant over and kissed her, gently, on the lips, before straightening back up and smiling down at her. "Now that I have you in my power, wench, would you like me to make love to you?" he asked, stroking his neatly trimmed black moustache and gazing down at her supine figure. Barbara had raised one knee, and her short skirt had ridden up beyond the tops of her stockings, revealing her sheer lacy red panties to his amused gaze.
"If it pleases you, Master!" Barbara replied, with a girlish giggle, deliberately tugging at her wrist manacles and writhing her body, sexily. Being chained down to the bed like this, was proving to be a real turn-on. "I am completely at your mercy!"
He nodded. "Very well, I will, but there is something you must know first!" he replied, suddenly becoming very serious-looking.
"Barbara wants Harvey to FUCK her!" she pleaded, in a little girl voice, squirming her shapely ass and spreading her thighs wide apart, as she watched him casually start to unfasten the cuffs of his dress shirt, before unbuttoning the front, starting at the collar. "Please hurry, darling?" she groaned.
She blinked, dizzily, as Harvey stripped his shirt off. He had some sort of garment wrapped around his upper chest. It looked like a very tight girl's tube top, made of stretchy white Spandex?
Gripping the bottom edges of the tightly stretched garment, Harvey drew it up over his head and stripped it from his slim arms.
Barbara blinked her eyes into sharper focus. Harvey had BREASTS! Small ones, maybe a size 32A at most, but they were definitely breasts, with the cutest, perky pink nipples topping their darker areolas! "Harvey, did you know you've got..."
"Sshh!" Harvey swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, pushing them down his thighs, together with his silk boxers, in a single smooth motion.
"Harvey, where is your penis?" Barbara gasped, wide-eyed, staring at the smooth, clean-shaven, nicely padded mons, with its pretty, pouting pink pussy lips.
"I haven't got a penis, Barbara, I'm a GIRL!" Harvey explained, patiently, as if he/she was talking to a mentally retarded child.
"But... but the bulge in your pants?"
"Merely a clever subterfuge, my dear! A thermal-gel packer, inserted in a pouch in my underwear. It not only looks realistic, but it feels pretty realistic too!" The willowy brunette finished removing the rest of her clothes, and then clambered onto the bed, swiftly straddling Barbara's hips. She pulled down Barbara's low-cut top and freed her shapely breasts, then slid her skirt up about her waist, before unfastening the side ties of her string panties and pulling them free of her crotch.
Barbara made no attempt to prevent the brunette's actions. She stared up at the lovely young woman, in total fascination. "He... she, would look very pretty without that silly moustache and with the application of a little make-up," she decided, somewhat perversely.
"But WHY pretend to be a man, Harvey? I-I don't understand?" she gasped, as the girl started to gently caress and squeeze her naked breasts together, and she arched her back up off the mattress.
"It all harks back to when I was born," the brunette replied, continuing her erotic massage. "Dad had always wanted a son and heir. For some reason, he blamed Mom for giving birth to a girl, and insisted that the name on my birth certificate should read 'Harvey Samantha Dent' and that my sex be registered as 'Male'. Weird I know, illegal I know, but that was just the start of things. Dad was a little loco, even in those days, Barbara. I was forced to grow up wearing boy's clothes and attend 'all boys' schools, in fact become a male in every way, except within the privacy of my own bedroom!"
"But surely you weren't able to keep the truth from doctors... nurses... close relatives?" Barbara gasped, wide-eyed, hardly able to credit the slim brunette's fantastic story. "And what about the other kids and the teachers at school? Surely..."
"I always got excused from all sporting activities and physical recreation, on the grounds that I had a heart murmur and it would be too risky!" The brunette explained, smiling, sadly. "One or two people did find out my secret, but they were sworn to secrecy, or paid to keep quiet! As I grew up, it became easier to maintain my gender deceit, and there seemed no valid reason to reveal my true sex to anyone! Being a man has its advantages, Barbara! Despite the advances of feminism, we still live in a largely male dominated society! Even now, I shudder at the thought of the media ever finding out my secret! They would have a field day! I do go to the gym twice a week, to keep fit and trim, but always as a girl! I use a false identity," she added, seeing the question forming on Barbara's lips.
She paused to flick Barbara's already prominent nipples into hard erection, causing her prisoner to arch her back up off the bed once more, and gasp with undisguised pleasure. "You may call me Sam or Samantha, if you wish, Barbara, but only when we are alone together?" she added, in a conspiratorial voice. "At all other times, please call me Harvey! Promise?"
"I promise! Now please make love to me, Sam?" the sexually frustrated redhead groaned.
Samantha smiled, and lowered her mouth to a firm breast, and suckled on the stiff fat nipple, whilst tweaking the companion teat between a thumb and forefinger.
"Aaaahhh! Mmmmm!" Barbara closed her eyes, squirming with delight. "That I like! More, please?"
Sam switched nipples, sucking and licking the pink crest and its darker, erectile tissue surround.
"Oh, yes, yesss!" Barbara gasped, head thrown back, her eyes closed once more.
Slowly, the brunette kissed and licked her way down over the redhead's trembling chest and taut belly, then over her nicely padded mons to her naked pubes. Easing aside the outer labia with her fingertips, Sam laved her tongue the full length of Barbara's succulent slit, before sucking her clitoris in between her tightly pursed lips.
"Ooooohhh, God! Yessssss!" Barbara gasped, hips jerking, feeling an orgasm starting to bubble up from the base of her belly. "Aaahhhhhh! Unnnggghhh!"
Sam's stiffened tongue began to dart in and out of Barbara's vagina, quickly raising her to a peak of ecstasy. With a moan of relief, the redhead started to cum, her sticky secretions flooding out over Samantha's mouth and chin.
