This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present.
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: The Vampyre Caper
Chapter 2: Barbara Bares All
Police Commissioner Jim Gordon stood next to the County Coroner in the morgue, hands clasped behind his back, staring down at the dead man laid out on the cold chamber slab. Apart from the head and shoulders, the deceased was covered by a white shroud.
The Coroner's Office was responsible for all deaths that occurred under suspicious circumstances or as a result of trauma or violence. The dead man had been brought in during the early hours of the morning, by a paramedic team, on the instigation of an anonymous phone tip-off from a woman. The preliminary post-mortem on the John Doe, had now been completed.
"So, why did you send for me, Hal?" the commissioner enquired, eager to get out of the place. He hated the stench of death that seemed to pervade the morgue. He glanced at his wristwatch, it was still only six-thirty in the morning. "I thought this was supposed to be a natural death," he added, looking slightly bemused. "Heart attack wasn't it? Not unusual in a man of his advanced years, I would've thought."
The coroner nodded. "We're pretty sure that's how he died, Jim. The old dog was having sex at the time, and it must have put too much of a strain on his heart."
"What a way to go though," the policeman replied, with a twinkle in his eye.
Hal nodded. "True, Jim, but there were one or two unusual things about this particular death."
"Oh?"
"Yes. The corpse is unusually pale and we have since discovered that his body is two or three pints of blood short of the norm for a man of his build."
"Perhaps he was anemic or something?" Jim Gordon suggested, somewhat feebly.
The coroner shook his head, vehemently. "No, this man wasn't short of hemoglobin in the blood, Jim, he was short of blood, period! And, look at this." Hal stepped forward and turned the dead man's head to one side, revealing two neat puncture marks in the side of his neck, spaced about three centimeters apart.
"What on earth could have caused that?" exclaimed the Commissioner, bending down to get a closer look at the unusual wounds.
"If I didn't know any better, Jim, I'd say he'd been bitten by a vampire," replied the coroner, grimly. "It would certainly explain the shortage of blood."
"You... you must be joking," the lawman gasped, going almost as pale as the corpse.
-oOo-
Barbara rolled over in her bed and woke up with a violent start. She was lying, naked, on top of the bed cover, drenched in sweat, her heart pounding like a drum and her shapely size 36c breasts, heaving up and down. She had been having a nightmare and a gruesome one at that. She couldn't remember much about the dream, but there had been blood everywhere. Her hand went to her throat. The close fitting collar was still there. At least that part of her dream had been real. She glanced over at the bedside clock. It was almost seven in the morning.
She touched the collar switch and watched in fascination, as the purple coating flowed down to cover her nakedness, except for her head and hands, held back by the copper alloy barriers. She smiled, sat up and shook loose her long auburn locks, before standing and walking over to the dresser. She dropped her shapely rear onto the stool and examined her reflection in the dresser mirror, through slightly bleary eyes. Wild red hair cascaded down onto purple colored shoulders and, if anything, the coating seemed to enhance her already spectacular looking, breasts. She cupped the fleshy orbs in the palms of her hands. They felt as warm and sensitive as ever. She took the prominent purple nipples between fingers and thumbs and started to roll and pinch them.
"Aaaaahhh!" she gasped, arching her back in delight, as her teats elongated and hardened between her fingertips. They were equally as sensitive as when she was naked.
Barbara slid her right hand down over the gentle swell of her belly and slipped a finger inside her hairless pussy. "Mmm, that feels real good," she murmured, closing her eyes and adding a second, then a third finger, before starting to slowly ease them in and out of herself. "This molecular layer is certainly no obstacle to sexual gratification," she informed herself, with a delighted smile.
She opened her eyes and regretfully removed her slightly moist and sticky digits. "I'm already growing wet down there," she murmured, with a naughty grin.
Barbara cast her gaze over the clutter of cosmetics and other beauty products strewn about the dressing table surface, before selecting a pair of nail scissors. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and pressed the sharp pointed blades of the closed scissors into her stomach, with considerable force. Feeling no pain, she opened her eyes again and examined the soft, tender flesh, at the point of contact. There wasn't a scratch or even a bruise. She checked out the scissors. Such had been the force she had employed, the blades had been bent some thirty degrees out of alignment.
She stepped into the living room and picked up the letter opener lying on the coffee table. Gritting her teeth, she rammed the five-inch blade into her chest, just below her breasts, using all her strength. There was a metallic ping and she looked down to see the blade had snapped off and had fallen to the carpet. She was totally uninjured.
"Wow, this stuff really does work," she gasped in delight. "I'm invulnerable... well almost!" No longer would she have to worry about the increasing number of criminals who went about their illegal activities, armed with guns or knives. "A rocket launcher on the other hand..." She chuckled at the perverse thought.
She returned to the bedroom and examined her body in minute detail, pulling apart her outer labia and examining her purple swollen clitoris and vaginal slit. "I will have to wear a thong, when I'm on patrol," she declared, noticing a trickle of moisture seeping from her already puffy sex. She clicked off her costume and decided to go for a shower, before making herself some breakfast. She had built up quite an appetite.
-oOo-
Barbara drove to the library in her Mercedes convertible. She had dressed in her usual drab work clothes and although the collar was clearly visible above the neckline of her cream colored blouse, its bland appearance didn't make it look out of place. "It shouldn't result in any unwanted comments from my fellow workers," she convinced herself. Also, most of the while, the long sleeves and fairly tight cuffs of her top, kept the bracelets about her wrists, well hidden.
She peered over the top of her specs and called out 'Good morning' to several early arrivals, as she made her way through the private administrative section of the massive library, heading for her private office. She received the usual cheerful greetings in reply. Barbara was a popular member of staff. No one stopped her, to make a comment about the copper colored choker about her throat. None of her workmates seemed to have even noticed its presence.
Entering her office, she removed her overcoat and hung it up on the coat stand, then sat down behind her desk, cheerfully humming a favorite tune to herself, as she booted up her desktop computer.
She had just finished going through all her latest e-mail downloads, when Jennifer knocked on the door and walked in. "Hi, Barbara," she greeted, cheerfully. "Everything go alright, last night?"
Barbara blushed and fingered her collar, nervously, without realizing she was even doing it. "Oh, er, good morning, Jen. Er, yes, it did. Thank you for asking."
Jenny's blue eyes lit up, as she noticed the collar. "New item of jewelry?" she enquired, nodding toward the copper colored choker.
