Batgirl in Peril




Mia smiled as the window popped open with a satisfying click. Then, slowly she
lowered herself through the gap, landing like a cat on the carpet. The
apartment belonged to Barbara Gordon, super-heroine extraordinaire. She was
amazing fit, fast and physically flawless. It was that that drew her in.

She checked her watch and saw that it was 2:15 a.m. She should be long asleep
by now.

She watched as Barbra moved a little in her sleep and stretched a little
before rolling back over. Big red curls fell over her face framing her angular
jawline.

'So pretty.'

Mia smiled and slowly snaked her way to the top of the bed gently tying
Barbara's wrists before moving onto her ankles. Then, she shoved Barbara's
shoulders, "Hey red, wake up."

She watched as the red head shook a little and blinked her eyes open. "What-"

Mia slung her bag off her shoulder, pulling out a camera. She pressed the play
button and set it on the dresser where it could film everything. After she was
satisfied with the placement, she then reached into Barbara's underwear draw
and pulled out a lacy black thong. She walked over to Barbra and smirked as
she pushed it deep into her mouth.

She smiled as the woman beneath her tried to speak and struggled beneath her.

Mia smiled again a bit more morbidly this time "Calm down, red," she
commanded, once again adjusting the camera and double checking that it was on.
Then Mia got on top of the bed. She bit her lip as she looked at Barbara's
body.

"You definitely are something to look at." Mia slapped Barbara's thigh
roughly. "And nobody but me is going to be looking at it again." She
contemplated for a moment before she spoke again. "Besides the little good bye
clip we're doing for our good friend, Batman.

Mia watched as Barbara screamed frustrated and bucked her hips trying to push
Mia off.

"Git ef plea!"

Mia laughed Maniacally. "Don't worry we have the rest of your life." She
grabbed Barbara's breast roughly. "And first I want see you in that little
hero costume." She walked over the side and began digging through the closet.
"Ah, here we go, Now, are you going to be a good girl and put this on, or do I
need to punish you first?"

The heroine looked up at her 'surely I've been through much worse, right?' Mia
saw the look of fear that passed through her eyes. "Lease Sto!"

Mia smiled and shoved the spandex towards her again. "Do it! Or you'll regret
it." Mia sighed. "You should have just made this easier on yourself, red."
Ripping back the blankets, she tore off Barbara's sleeping shorts and slapped
her ass hard with the back of her hand. "Tell me when you think you're ready
to get dressed," she said hitting her again in the same spot.

Barbra screamed hard into her makeshift gag. 'Who are you why are you doing
this?' The few thoughts that crossed her mind soon became dissipated and she
couldn't focus. She's always relied so heavily on her focus to help her get
through. If it wasn't for her intellect, she might not even be alive.' She
screamed as the woman hits her again harder "FIN, FIN!"

Mia got up off the bed and pulled her up into a sitting motion. Barbara winced
as the blankets brushed against her ass. "If you do anything but dress, you
will get more then just a few taps on the ass," she whispered roughly into her
ear as she removed the bonds on her arms before shoving the spandex shirt and
jacket into her muscular arms

"Stp lease why are ou doin thisss?"

Barbara weighed the options. Her ankles were still bound but she might be able
to get the other woman down. Quickly reacting, she drew back and threw her
full body onto the other woman. She quickly removed the gag from her mouth and
bit her neck hard.

To her surprise, Mia began to laugh. Punching her straight in the face, Mia
kneed a hard blow to Barbara's stomach. Barbara lost her grip and fell to the
floor where Mia pinned her. Taking out a leather strap that had dull spikes on
it, she wrapped it around Barbara's throat. The spikes dug in. Mia quickly
rebound her arms. "You little whore. Did you really think that would work,
red?"

Barbara growled at her, "Who the heck are you! What do you want from me?"

"Your body. You life. Your soul!" Mia laughed again. "And I'm going to get
them too." She began to reach for her breast and then stooped. "No," she
whispered. "Not yet. The anticipation is still building." Still holding the
leather strap to her throat, she took a pair of scissors from her bag and
began to cut off Barbara's t-shirt letting her breasts fall free. Mia gave a
little shriek of delight.

Barbara held her neck still while still struggling a little, growling at the
woman. Her face and she was utterly mortified as the woman started cutting off
her t-shirt. She felt so exposed.

Using her knee to push her into the ground, Mia pushed the spandex t-shirt so
that it hung around her. "You are so beautiful," she whispered as she worked.
Then, pinning her to the ground with her knee, and she switched the strap so
that it was above the shirt. Then, she undid one arm, keeping the other pinned
and dug the collar in deeper as warning. "Put your hand in," she demanded.

Barbara gasped to allow more breath to go in. She snarled softly; the behavior
was quite unladylike, but she couldn't dwell on that right now. She had more
pressing things to deal with. She slipped her arm into the latex and felt a
small sigh of relief to be covered.

Grabbing the free hand and pinning it, Mia let the other one go. "Now the
other," she growled.

She quickly complied this time. Unable to speak.

"Good little girl," Mia panted, dragging her to the bed. She quickly
handcuffed her hands to the bed. "To be extra safe," she whispered. "You can
kick all you want." She bent down and kissed her feet before unbinding her
ankles.

Barbara felt a small tingle as the woman kissed her foot.

'Surely she only did it to mess with me,' Barbra thought off-handedly as
struggled once again.

Barbara visibly winced as the material bit into her thighs. "I-I please stop.
Let me go please."

Mia smirked. "Well maybe you should have helped." She pulled the pants up past
her knees and then pushed her up but, because of the handcuffs, she couldn't
stand straight up and instead had to bend with her ass facing Mia. Mia smirked
at this and finished pulling up the pants.

Barbara felt better once she was clothed. She blushed and wished she was
anywhere else for the second time.

Mia retied her legs and took off the handcuffs, letting her stand even though
she couldn't walk anywhere. Then she finally put on her cape and mask before
stepped back to admire her work. "You look good, red."

Barbara looked down. She'd never felt so degraded or unhappy while wearing her
suit. The object that concealed her identity and provided safety now was an
object of her captor's morbidity and delight.

"How many times has the Batman banged you slut?" Mia questioned, looking her
up and down while she did circles around her. Before she answered, Mia grabbed
her and made sure she was front and center staring directly into the camera.
"Don't be shy."

"Why are you doing this? You know you could get into a lot of trouble right?"
'That's it,' Barbara thought, 'Talk your attacker down. Get her to realize
what a horrible mistake she's making' just like Bruce had taught her.

Mia giggled and finally stopped circling her. "You're a slut, red, and your
costume should show that." In two swift motions Mia ripped out a slash in
Barbara's costume from her boobs and ass.

Barbra couldn't do anything except stand there helplessly as the woman ripped
and slashed at her suit, exposing her.

Suddenly a loud sound came from upstairs. Quickly Mia grabbed the camera as
well as the tape and set it on the dresser. She untied Barbara's legs,
switching out the chaffing rope for a pair of irons with a chain. She also
fitted her with a long coat after replacing the bonds with handcuffs. "Don't
make a sound," she demanded putting the rest of the stuff in her bag and the
shoving her out of the apartment door and down the stairs.

Barbra started screaming, "Help me! Please help!"

In one swift motion, Mia flipped Barbara around pinning her to the wall, a
knife deep to her throat. Barbara fell silent immediately, but Mia used a dish
cloth to gag her anyway. "Walk" she demanded pointing to the basement stairs.

Barbra moved, feeling the rough material on her tongue.

When they reached the basement, Mia led her to a dark corner where there was a
sewer grate. "This leads to the old city," she whispered. "Ladies first."

Barbara walked forward blindly. A few moments later, Mia joined her in the
gutter. They seemed to travel hours and hours through winding tunnels going
down further and further until Barbara was helplessly lost. Mia finally
removed the gag from her mouth.

"What are we doing down here and are you going to tell me who you are?"
Barbara shook her head trying to think of a logical explanation for why the
woman was doing this but found none.

Mia put a hand to Barbara's lips. "Rule number 1: speak only when spoken to."
She smiled as they rounded the corner. "You can call me Mistress."

They had come to a door that has no handle. Mia murmured some words in a
foreign language and the door slid open. Mia shoved Barbara through and the
door closed behind them.

Barbara looked back at the woman. "Call you what? Why would I do that?" She
shook her head 'calm down Barb.'

Mia stopped and kissed her hard on the mouth, holding the kiss out. Then she
pulled open a door looked like a gate. Bedsides the lack of sunlight, the
place looked just like a normal every day American house. They were standing
in a yard complete with grass and a garden, hea lamps blazed created enough
light to maneuver easily. The house was a white two story with neatly trimmed
windows. Windows, Barbara would never see again. "Welcome home." Mia
whispered.