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 10: Lights, Camera, Action!
November 19th, Somewhere Beneath Lew Hafnor's Mansion, 7: 25 pm
"This is your dominatrix outfit," Janet informed Jennifer, shortly after Lew Hafnor had departed, holding up a costume hanger. A black Latex bodysuit incorporating built in high-heels, was draped over it.
Jenny stared at the costume, complete with its bewildering array of straps and clasps. "Part of the costume appears to be missing," she commented, dryly. "Actually, a whole lot of it seems to be missing," she added, under her breath, wondering what she had let herself get into.
"Oh yeah, sorry, I almost forgot." The dresser quickly produced a skimpy pair of black thong panties, which she dangled from her index finger, as she passed them over to the blonde. "Better slip into these first," she suggested, with an amused grin.
Jenny, who had already stripped down to her lacy white bra and panties, sighed, before finishing undressing. She felt no embarrassment at disrobing in front of another woman, since she had quickly got used to it, when she'd first became a striptease artist. She stepped into the thong panties and tugged them up, until they fitted, snuggly, over her nicely padded mons and the pencil thin sides clung high on her nicely flared hips.
"Well, here goes!" she exclaimed, sitting on a stool and slipping first one bare foot, then the other into the legs of the costume, before standing and tugging it up over her ass and up about her trim waist. She then slipped both arms into the long sleeves, which ended in fingerless gloves and pulled the garment up over her back and shoulders, before fastening the clasp positioned at the base of her throat. Whilst her rear was now completely encased in the Latex costume, the whole of the front of her torso was still exposed. A number of dangling, elasticized straps were provided to pull the two halves of the one-piece garment up against her sides, without covering her breasts, belly or pubic region.
Starting at the top, she clipped the two uppermost straps together, just above her breasts, followed by the next two straps, which fitted, snugly, just below her shapely boobs. A third set of straps were then clipped into place about her waist. Jenny sat down again and started connecting the numerous other straps across the exposed areas of her inner thighs and calves, starting at her crotch and working her way down to her trim ankles.
Finally, she finished, stood up again, and walked over to the full length mirror, to check out how she looked. With a bit of gentle tugging, here and there, she was finally satisfied with the snug, clinging fit of the costume and stood looking at her erotic image, with both hands resting on her hips, grateful for the thong which spared her blushes. Her breasts, chest, smooth flat belly and the insides of her legs, were fully revealed, apart from the small amount of flesh hidden beneath the narrow, tightly stretched cross-straps.
"Wow, I look like every guy's wet dream!" she exclaimed, half turning to check out her pert rear.
"Hmm? Not a bad fit, even if I do say so," Janet grudgingly acknowledged. "Shame about your small tits though. Still, makeup should be able to make your cleavage look a bit more impressive."
"I do NOT have small tits," Jenny retorted, a little self-consciously, blushing, prettily.
"You do compared to most of the girls who come through here," Janet replied, with a saucy grin. She handed Jennifer a black leather whip. "There, that completes your ensemble. Now, I'd better get you down to Makeup, pronto. You're running a little behind schedule, my girl."
-oOo-
Barbara had just about recovered from the initial dizzying effects of the injection, when she realized, with a thrill of horror, that her skin felt tingly all over, as if a small electric current was passing through her epidermis. She was acutely aware of even the slightest movement of her body, rubbing against the sheer material of her kinky Batcostume. She was also aware of the minutest changes in the flow of air current, within the large underground chamber. Her nipples were standing out, hard and almost painfully erect, threatening to burst through their clinging diaphanous covering. It dawned on her that the injection she'd just been given, had not been to relax her muscles, as claimed by the nurse, but to highly sensitize her already sensitive skin.
As her vision swam back into focus, Barbara saw the diminutive figure of Lew Hafnor, cackling and cavorting in front of her, like some sort of demented court jester from the middle ages. He was clad in a black one-piece body stocking, with the large letters 'BK' across his chest, in a brilliant blood-red color.
"Magnificent!" he chortled, once he had got his breath back. "If I didn't know better, I would've sworn you were the real thing, Ms. Gordon." He calmed down a little. "Now, as you are already aware, you will be playing the part of Batgirl, the Dynamic Daredoll, in this movie, whilst I..." he paused to puff out his chest, "I will be playing the part of your arch nemesis, the Bitch Killer!"
"Mmmmph! Nnnnngghh!" Barbara retorted into her gag, vigorously shaking her cowled head from side to side, trying to inform him that she'd had changed her mind.
Hafnor ignored this show of petulance from his star, putting it down to the fact that leading ladies were frequently notoriously difficult to work with. "The long-haired guy over there in the jeans and T-shirt, is Al Peterson, the co-director of this movie. Oh, silly me, I think you've already met, haven't you?"
"Mmmpphh! Nnnnngghh!" The purple clad heroine furiously squirmed her sexy body.
Hafnor glanced over at his director and nodded his head, to indicate that he was ready to start filming.
"ACTION!" Peterson called out to the surrounding film crew, and the video cameras started rolling.
Hafnor stared up at the sexy bound figure and rubbed his hands together, whilst uttering a villainous chortle. "Mmwhahahaha! At last, I have you in my power, Batslut!" he cried, triumphantly. This was followed by a long, insane sounding cackle. "No longer will you be able to foil my master plan for control of Gotham City followed by eventual World domination."
Barbara shuddered with apprehension. "I wonder how much of this is just ham acting and how much of it is for real?" she asked herself, deciding that the multi-millionaire was almost certainly certifiable, either way.
"But before I kill you, I have decided to have a little fun with you Allow me to introduce my sexy assistant, the 'Evil Dominatrix'. Bwahahahahahahaha!" The Bitch Killer's insane laughter echoed around the underground chamber.
"CUT! That was fine, boss," the director called over. "The blonde should be arriving on set at any moment."
-oOo-
As Jennifer was escorted onto the movie set, she reflected on the fact that the makeup girl had insisted on spending more time on her tits than on her face. Still, her cleavage did look more spectacular. Perhaps it was these musings, which were the chief reason why she initially gave the actress playing the bondage victim, who was stretched out in a standing spreadeagle position, only a cursory glance from a distance.
Barbara saw a pretty young blonde girl wearing and open-fronted Latex bodystocking, appear and walk over to the long-haired director, closely accompanied by an armed security guard. "This must be the actress playing the dominatrix role," she decided.
Al Peterson introduced himself to the newcomer, then guided her to her position, facing the bound heroine. "Now, when the cameras start to roll, you crack your whip in the air, menacingly. Do you think you can do that for me, darling?"
