Batgirls Awakening Pt 03

*This story is the third and final of the Batgirl series, and is set immediately after the second. Please read the first two installments for context. This series takes place shortly after A Matter of Family (before Arkham Asylum), using the same characters and plot-line as the series, up until the start of the story obviously. I tried to keep the characters' physical aspects and personalities as close to their video game versions as possible. Please note that this is purely a work of fantasy/parody. All characters and settings are property of DC Comics.*

*Author's Note: This story contains a brief depiction of incest. If that offends you, please do not read this story.*

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Barbara shut the door to her small apartment behind her. It closed with a loud thunk, giving the girl a sense of isolation from everyone else. It signified her own space. She liked hearing the close of that door after returning to her apartment.

But right now, she wasn't focused on the door at all. Not right now. She was concentrated on a nice, warm shower, and the tingling in her pussy.

Barbara had just gotten back from the Batcave. Bruce obviously had questions about how Ivy had gotten away and what had taken her so long. Barbara lied and made excuses, avoiding the reality that she had partaken in an hours-long fuck session with the supervillain. Her body and mind were drained, and she needed time to decompress and relax, hence the shower.

Barbara's twat needed the shower too, for a few reasons. Ivy's slave had done a number on her tight pussy, and it needed to be rinsed out. Barbara hadn't managed to locate some of her clothes after Ivy left and was forced to get into her suit without any panties or shorts on. The inside of the suit's crotch was now very wet.

And while she did need to clean up, that wasn't the only reason Barbara's wrecked pussy needed a shower. She was still hot and horny as hell.

When Ivy had told her that the toxin didn't work on females, Barbara was at first stunned and appalled. She couldn't believe she had let herself by seduced. But the longer she thought about it, the more she realized she liked it. Ivy had unlocked something deep within Barbara that the young girl couldn't get rid of. Her hunger, her craving, had become nearly insatiable. Right now, she needed to relieve it.

As soon as she heard the door click, Barbara started getting undressed. The bag containing her suit hit the floor, followed immediately afterwards by the clothes Barbara had changed into at the Batcave, transforming from Batgirl to Barbara Gordon. In a matter of seconds, she was naked.

She hurried to the bathroom and turned on the shower, cranking up the hot water and pressure almost all of the way. While she waited for the water to heat up, Barbara looked at herself in the increasingly-foggy mirror. Her face and chest were covered in crusted cum, remnants of earlier. The small globs of jizz in her hair had begun to liquefy, matting even more of her long, wavy red hair.

The water in the shower warmed up, and Barbara stepped in. The warm water splashed directly against her skin, instantly soothing it and calming her. A part of Barbara wanted to stand there in the shower and bask in the steam and hot spray. But she had other matters to tend to. She wasted no time, grabbing the shower head and pulling it off.

Barbara sat down on the shelf built into the shower. Her back leaned against the cold tile of the wall, sending shivers down her spine and making the girl more acutely aware of each new sensation. She spread her legs wide, exposing her untrimmed and sticky pussy.

Barbara's hand on the shower-head moved the water stream down towards her snatch. She felt the liquid hitting her reddened knees, then the inside of her thighs, then just outside her pussy. It was agony.

The stream finally collided with her clit.

"Oh, shit," Barbara sighed to herself.

She kept the water constant, pressing it directly against her clit. Cum started to slowly run out of the girl's pussy, trickling down over her asshole. Barbara couldn't believe how much jizz was left buried in her pussy.

The water felt amazing against her clit. Fresh pussy juice started to seep from her twat, mixing in with the cum. Barbara ran a finger on her other hand over her pussy lips, before bringing it back to her mouth and tasting herself.

Barbara always thought her pussy juice tasted great. It was sweet and a little tangy and just incredible. In her opinion, it tasted even better with a dash of cum mixed in. She let out a loud sigh as the liquid rolled over her taste buds and vanished down her throat.

Barbara moved her hand to her pussy. She pressed her thumb down against her clit, and slowly started to circle the thumb. The hard nub struck a stark contrast to the soft flesh of her folds. Barbara sighed again. The pressure from the water and the friction from her thumb were making her pussy throb and ache for attention.

Barbara felt along her meaty lips again. The tips of her index and middle fingers pressed against her opening. Barbara's pussy yielded, her lips parted, and the two fingers were swallowed up by her snatch.

The fingers slid in without almost any resistance at all. The water and various other fluids made Barbara's pussy extremely slick. She pushed the fingers in, and they were quickly all the way inside her twat.

Barbara pumped the digits in and out of herself a few times, creating a loud squishing noise. Her pussy fit snugly around the fingers, contouring and gripping them tightly. She moaned as the crevices and ridges of her fingers rubbed against her pussy walls, providing Barbara with the littlest bit of satisfaction.

Barbara's thumb maintained a steady rhythm circling her clit. She felt the fire start to burn within her again as another orgasm approached.

She hooked the two fingers back and felt along the walls of her pussy. Barbara found what she was looking for almost immediately. Another low moan escaped from her mouth as she pressed against her g-spot.

The girl pulled her fingers back and pressed them down again, harder this time. She repeated the action, increasing her pace with each thrust until she was furiously fingering her snatch. The heroine's loud moans filled up the small bathroom.

Barbara's thumb moved faster over her clit as she hurtled towards another climax. Barbara turned the water pressure up as much as she could. The spray was concentrated completely on her clit, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her body.

Barbara fingered herself faster, craving the sweet release. They were pumping into her pussy at an absolute blur. She cried out with each time as her g-spot was repeatedly stimulated.

Almost subconsciously, she started bucking her hips down to meet every thrust of the hand. Barbara humped her own fingers, feeling them fuck her harder and faster. She was so close to a climax.

Barbara just needed a little more to be put over the edge. She positioned her ring finger against her opening, already stuffed with two fingers. She pressed in, and the finger effortlessly dipped into her twat. Barbara thrust it down onto her g-spot along with the other fingers.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried out.

Barbara's pussy was swallowing up all three of her fingers whole. She was right on the verge of cumming. She fucked herself as fast as she could. Her thumb flew over her clit, the shower-head positioned barely more than an inch away. Barbara ground her hips down onto her hand, and the orgasm finally rushed through her body.

"Oh shit, Jesus fuck, I'm cumming!" the redhead announced to no one in particular.

Her pussy spasmed around her fingers as she came all over them. The water quickly washed away much of the juice. Barbara arched her back, banging her head a little against the tile. She was so wrapped up and overtaken by her climax that she didn't even notice. Her entire body shook and quivered as sparks of pleasure spread through every part of the girl.

Barbara's orgasm came to a slow stop. She let her body slide down off of the shelf onto the floor of the shower with a thud. She lay there on the tile, her perky breasts heaving up and down as her heart raced in her chest. She remained still, riding out the aftershocks of the orgasm.

Barbara should have been satisfied, but she wasn't. Her pussy screamed out for more. She couldn't get enough.

The shower-head was still in her hand. She brought it back to her pussy. Barbara nearly jumped off the floor when she felt the pressurized water spray into her spread pussy. The last of the juice still lodged in her rushed out as her twat was rinsed out with water.

Barbara was becoming excited again very quickly. She looked around the shower, trying to search for something, anything that could bring her to another climax. Her eyes settled on a back scrubber.

It was a white elephant gift from a work colleague at a Christmas Party. Barbara had used it once or twice, but it generally just hung on the wall. Now though, she had an actual purpose for it.

Barbara stood up and grabbed the scrubber. It had a long and thick plastic handle, around seven inches long and an inch or two wide.

"This will do very nicely," she thought to herself.

As she went to sit back down, something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. It was a small shampoo bottle that she had stolen from a hotel a while ago. It wasn't long, but it was very thick. Barbara picked it up with her other hand.

Barbara set both items on the floor and got on all fours. Her knees ached from the amount of time she had spent on them, but her pussy ached more and was taking over her thoughts. She took hold of the shower-head and placed it on the floor just beneath her pussy.

The water gushed upwards and landed right on her clit. Barbara let out a small groan. She had just orgasmed not even 2 minutes earlier, but it wasn't enough for the horny young girl. Her nipples were extremely hard, poking straight out from her small areolas. Barbara briefly pinched both of them as she moved her hands back to the objects, creating goosebumps on her skin.

With the handle of the scrubber in one hand, Barbara reached behind her body. She positioned the scrubber just behind her wet pussy and gently pushed in. The tip spread open Barbara's lips, exposing her inner flower, before entering into her twat.

"Oh, God," she whispered out. Barbara pushed the scrubber in more. It slid deeper and deeper into her pussy, filling the redhead up. Her moans became louder as the handle moved further in. She pushed until she felt the bristles on the other end tickling her pussy lips. The entire handle was now buried in Barbara's twat.

She slowly withdrew the handle. Barbara felt her pussy clinging to it and gaping when she took out the makeshift-dildo. She left just the tip inside, before pushing it back in. Barbara thrusted quicker this time, again filling up her pussy. She let out a cry as her pussy was fully penetrated.

Again Barbara pulled out the handle before plunging it deep within her. Her pussy was extremely sensitive, and the orgasm built quickly within her, much faster than before.

Barbara continued fucking herself with the handle until she had established a steady pace, seesawing it in and out of. Her pussy was leaking juice onto the handle, making each thrust in easier.

The stimulation on both her clit and pussy felt great. Barbara wanted to really put herself over the edge though. The shampoo bottle remained in her other, free hand. She brought it down to the shower-head, wetting the bottle with water.

With the bottle sufficiently lubed, Barbara brought it back to her pussy. But she continued moving a little higher until the cap of the bottle was pressed against her asshole. Barbara's ass was still gaped a from the fucking it had taken a short while ago.

Barbara rubbed the bottle against the outside of her ass, rimming herself with it. She let out a small groan. It felt amazing, but too much of a tease. Barbara couldn't wait any longer. She pressed the small bottle hard against her asshole and pushed it in.

Most of the bottle disappeared up her ass immediately. Barbara made certain that her grip was dry so she wouldn't lose it. The thick bottle spread the walls of her ass again as it went in.

"Oh, fuck me!" she cried out quite loudly. And Barbara certainly planned on doing just that.

Barbara started pulling the bottle out, just for an inch, before pushing it back in again. The bottle massaged her rectum and seemed to hit every nerve ending in her ass. Barbara picked up the pace, pulling the bottle almost all the way out before plunging it back in.

The shampoo bottle and back scrubber were now fully attacking her holes. Barbara thrust both of them in and out of me as fast as she could. Barbara kept trying to push them in harder and faster, bringing herself so close to the orgasm.

The nubile started rocking her hips back and forth, meeting each thrust of the items. They went deeper in her than before, and the water stream danced over her clit as she moved.

"Oh, fuck, I'm so close!" she yelled out.

Barbara kept up her pace, fucking herself as fast as she could. Her holes were being continually stretched, with the two items separated by less than an inch. They were flying in and out of the girl as her hands moved like they were possessed, their only purpose being to bring her to an orgasm.

The waves of pleasure started to flow through her body and Barbara finally lost control. She screamed out at the top of her lungs as the heroine had the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt from masturbating. Her whole body seemed like it was on sensory overload, and she simply collapsed onto the tile floor.

Barbara's pussy twitched and came around the handle. When she had recovered enough energy, Barbara pulled it out, giving her worn-out pussy a rest. Barbara took the bottle out of her ass as well. She was surprised to find the cap open and much of the inner contents discharged. The orgasm had been so intense that Barbara hadn't even noticed that it had been spilling into her ass.

"Good thing it's an expensive natural shampoo," she thought to herself.

Barbara quickly washed off each item, ridding them off the aroma and sticky fluids of her holes. She actually finished up her much-needed shower, rinsing what was left of the crusted jizz off her skin and out of her matted hair and bush. The final reminder of the crazy encounter with Ivy was washed away as Barbara walked out of the shower.

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Barbara bustled her way around the library the next morning as she usually did. Despite being only 22, her ambition and intelligence had secured her a position as the head librarian of Gotham's biggest public library location.

The day was moving along fine until Barbara received an unexpected email. Normally, she disregarded emails from a source she didn't know, but this one was labelled with an urgent tag.

Barbara opened the email on her phone. An image file was attached. Barbara downloaded the image and opened it up.

She nearly choked on the salad she was eating for lunch when she saw the photo.

It was a photo of her. But she was in her undergarments, strung up and spread like a starfish by Ivy's plants. Poison Ivy herself and Batgirl's suit on the floor could also be seen. The photo clearly showed Batgirl's true identity without a possibility of refutation.

"Are you alright?" Jean, one of Barbara's closer friends asked as her face filled with a look of shock, confusion and fear.

"Uh, yeah," Barbara replied, not paying attention at all.

She closed the image as quick as she could, not wanting anyone to spy it from behind her back. Barbara read the content of the email body.

"Hello, there, Barb. You don't know me, and that's okay. I know about you, and who you are. I think the Comish would be pretty upset to find out what his daughter does at nights. If you don't want this photo getting out, you will comply with our instructions.

"Go to the old dock warehouses at 9:00 tonight. It will be a large red warehouse with a green sliding door. Come alone. That means no Batman, no cops, no nothing. And without the suit or any gadgets. You are to be completely unarmed. If you do not follow these instructions exactly, two things will happen. Firstly, the whole world will know who Batgirl is, and secondly, the good old Commissioner will be preemptively... retired. You know what you have to do. See you then."

Barbara panicked. She could protect herself, and maybe even deal with the fallout of her identity being revealed. But her dad was an entirely different story. Anybody who brought family in was crazy and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.

She saw no other choice but to comply. She had to protect her dad. She couldn't lose him, no matter what. Both for herself, and for the betterment of Gotham.

Barbara immediately took the rest of the day off of work. There was no way she could get anything done in her state. She rushed back to her apartment and immediately pulled up her computer. She tried running a tracer on the email address, hoping to locate the villain and deal with him on her own terms.

Barbara was being met with heavy resistance and couldn't trace the address. Whoever dealt with it must have been an excellent hacker. But Barbara persevered and continued. She couldn't give up.

Sadly, she wasn't given the option. Her computer glitched and stopped working, before shutting down fully. Barbara slammed her head down on the table forcefully.

"Fucking stupid! A fucking Trojan Horse! God, how could that have happened?" Barbara cried out, lamenting the cause of her own downfall. Tears welled up in the sides of Barbara's eyes, and she started crying a little.

The crying made her eyelids feel heavy. The stress was getting to her. Bruce had dealt with villains making it personal, but this was new territory for Barbara. And she didn't even have anyone she could look to for help. She was alone. Suddenly the thud of the door didn't seem so nice anymore.

Barbara let her head rest on the table, her tears pooling on the wood. Her body started to power down, and she cried herself to sleep, her overworked and stressed brain needing a break.

Barbara jolted awake. She checked her phone for the time. 8:15. She had to leave now to get to the warehouse. She hurried out the door, leaving behind her purse, suit, and any other defense methods. If the hostage were anyone other than her father, she would have tried to do a sneak attack, or call in Bruce's help. But not with Dad. There wasn't a risk to be taken.

Barbara made her way to the dock shipping yard, her heart pounding in her chest the entire time. She didn't want to submit, but she forced herself to accept the decision. She couldn't take the chance that the criminals would be organized or capable of stopping her. She was fine doing whatever it was that they wanted, even if it meant revealing her identity, as long as her dad was safe.

Barbara's nerves were on edge as she reached the red warehouse with the green door. As soon as she got out of her car, a notification buzzed on her phone.

"Come on in," it read.

Barbara frantically searched around, hoping to find the look-out they must have. She could not see anyone in the dark, not without her suit. Barbara gritted her teeth, opened the door to the warehouse, and walked in.

It was a very vast and open space with tall ceilings. Only a few small lights were on, covering the whole warehouse in a shroud of dim light. Barbara scanned the large room.

Sitting in a chair in the middle of the room was a man. He was tall and well-built and oddly rather handsome. But his grimy clothes and unkempt appearance betrayed his natural looks. Barbara knew he must be the leader.