This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date.
Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infringement is intended.
The Adventures Of Batgirl
Batgirl: Sadist or Masochist
Chapter 5: The Amorous Amazon
November 17th, The Hellfire Club
As they walked through the lobby, heading for the entrance to the main clubroom, Phil Thackeray couldn't help think how similar in both looks and build his sexy girlfriend, Barbara Gordon, was to Gotham City's gorgeous crime-fighting superheroine, Batgirl. Her eye mask further reinforced this happy coincidence. He knew it was merely fantasizing on his part though, having been in the presence of both young women, at the same time (Unbeknown to Phil, it had actually been Jennifer, dressed in the Dark Damsel's costume and mask).
He dragged his thoughts back to the present. "Remember, Barbara," he hissed, "you're the sub and I'm the dom. Don't even think of saying anything aloud, unless you are addressed directly, or I shall be forced to use a ballgag on you, and you know I wouldn't want to do that!" He somehow managed to keep the grin off his face. "Also, don't forget to refer to any dom who speaks to you, as 'Master' or 'Mistress' and never look directly into their faces, unless you're specifically ordered to."
The sexy redhead flashed him an angry look. "I know how to play my role, you just concentrate on your own!" she muttered, out of the side of her mouth. Barbara was convinced that Phil was getting one hell of a buzz out of her current, embarrassing situation and she didn't like it one little bit. She was also acutely aware that her shapely torso was nude, apart from her skimpy thong and tightly cinched leather waspie. She still couldn't see why she needed her elbows chained together behind her back though, forcing her to thrust her lovely naked breasts out in front of her.
"Stupid question," she castigated herself, observing Phil's hot eyes, glued to her gently swaying orbs. She half-expected to see him panting, with his tongue hanging out.
"Just keep your beautiful mouth shut and your eyes and ears open," he advised, looking up, with a grin on his rugged face, as if reading her thoughts. "Unless you're asked to do something other than talk with it," he murmured, under his breath.
"What was that?" she enquired, suspiciously.
"Nothing! Here we go."
He pushed open the double doors and his ears were assailed with the babble of many voices, as he strode into the large, densely crowded room, Barbara trailing in his wake, her breasts thrust forward, arms behind her back and big green eyes suitably downcast.
He gave an imperious tug on her chain leash. "Don't dawdle, slave!" he snapped, loudly, peering around the room and taking in the noisy scene.
"Yes, Master! Sorry, Master!" his gorgeous possession replied, in a small, apologetic tone.
A hush descended on the colorful looking throng, as all eyes turned to look at the two latecomers. This was quickly followed by gasps of surprise and murmurs of admiration and delight, as they took in the erotic sight of the handsome Master and his beautiful female slave. Although dressed in exotic and frequently skimpy attire, the majority of the crowd were middle aged to elderly male doms, usually with younger, but not necessarily beautiful female subs, or well built Mistresses in their thirties or forties, with teenaged submissives of either gender.
Along the far wall, was a long bar, with several bar staff, who were kept constantly busy, dispensing alcoholic and soft drinks to their kinkily clad customers. Numerous large leather chairs and settees, were dotted around the room, along with low tables, but many went unoccupied, as the majority of the crowd, tended to stand around in little clusters, discussing their mutual interests or their latest BDSM partners.
Phil ignored the attention that their entrance had aroused and made a beeline for an empty settee, tugging the sexy redhead along behind him. He dropped down onto the comfortable seat and ordered Barbara to remain standing alongside him, with her hips thrust forward and long shapely legs slightly parted.
"We seem to have caused quite a stir of excitement," he murmured, out of the corner of his mouth.
Barbara said nothing, acutely aware of dozens of pairs of eyes ogling her sensational face and figure.
Without any prior warning, a huge, big-haired platinum blonde Amazon, swept over and sat down, uninvited, next to Phil. She looked to be in her mid thirties and was at least six-feet tall, with the broad shoulders and muscular build of someone who regularly worked out with weights in the gymnasium. Despite this, she had a curvaceous figure, which she'd somehow managed to pour into a clinging Latex catsuit, with a low-cut neckline, that showcased her ample cleavage to perfection. A riding crop hung from a clip on the tightly cinched belt about her trim waist.
She deliberately crossed her long shapely legs, drawing Phil's attention to the six-inch 'fuck-me' heels on her feet. "I'm Madam Cyn," she gushed, reaching out and placing a hand over the prominent bulge in the front of Phil's tight leather shorts, "and you are?"
"Er, Phil, Phil Thackeray," he replied, feeling his cock stir beneath her hand.
The woman totally ignored his beautiful female slave. "Is this your first time here, Phil?" she asked, huskily, gently rubbing her stiffened fingers against the bulge of his straining cock, while staring into his eyes, completely aware of the devastating effect she was having on him.
"Uh, huh!" he gasped. "We... We've only just joined."
"I hope we can become close friends," the woman murmured, her long painted and manicured fingernails playing with the zip of his tightly stressed boxers.
Phil had started to sweat profusely. He knew that, if she lowered the zip much further, his straining erection would take advantage of the opportunity and take one giant leap for mankind.
The Amazon stopped teasing him, released the zip and finally deigned to glance up at the woman at the other end of the trailing leash. She slowly ran her eyes over Barbara's shapely curves, like a hungry predator checking out its cornered prey, before pouncing.
"I see you've got yourself a delightful slavegirl," she murmured, huskily, turning back to Phil and slowly running her wide-spread fingers over his hairless, well muscled chest. "Is she everything you expected?"
Phil swallowed hard. "Y-Yes," he croaked.
"And does she satisfy you... in EVERY way?" she murmured, slipping the fingers of her right hand beneath the waistband of his shorts and just brushing the head of his growing cock with her long painted fingernails.
"Y-Yes," Phil gasped, vigorously nodding his head.
Barbara could scarcely believe her eyes. The busty blonde Amazon was almost jerking her boyfriend off, in full view of all the other people in the room, but she dared not leap forward and scratch her eyes out, or she would blow her cover.
"Anyway, who am I kidding? What can I do, with my arms chained up like this?" she thought, bitterly.
Madam Cyn rose to her feet, like a black mamba uncoiling, prior to striking, and sashayed over to the manacled slavegirl, while taking the riding crop from her belt. The redhead's eyes widened, involuntarily.
