THE PERILS OF BATGIRL II
By The Weatherman
A Bondage Adventure Serial



The Weatherman
1996

Chapter 13
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Catwoman walked to the door and paused, waiting for the ball to lurch
downward again.  After a few moments it did, accompanied by the Sex
Kitten's squeals of joy as Valerie's dance began again.

Catwoman lingered.  She knew the next few minutes here would be
exquisite...  Valerie was putting on one of the most stimulating
performances she had ever seen;  It was a pity she would miss it.

Catwoman''s smile softened.  It was a pity that Batgir had missed her
opportunity on the Pleasure-Ball.  Catwoman turned and walked out the
door, strangely sad.  It was a pity that Batgirl would miss the experience
of so many of her ingenious play things... Such was life...

                      *     *     *

MEANWHILE DIRECTLY UPSTAIRS...

'Aa-au- I've got -t -t... te -to do sommmme..thing...' Batgirl
said, her entire body quaking in the now freezing pit of Cool-
tex.  'Oh my god... N- n-n- no!'

Batgirl clenched her eyes shut and rode out the orgasm.  She
had no idea how many she had had.  She had lost count thirty
minutes ago.

She tried to move her arms and legs and found it impossible.  They were
held so tightly in the slowly shrinking mold of Cool-tex that she
couldn''t tell where her body started and where the Cool-tex began.
Batgirl shuddered as the last remnants of the orgasm slowly faded, and she
again began to feel just how cold the Cool-tex had become around her.

She was freezing.... trapped in a solid rubber prison.  Completely
helpless as it cooled and tightened.  It was worse than Nora Clavicle's
robot.  All she could do was lay there in the undulating mass.  Letting
it's strange material, move against her....

Batgirl began to feel the emotion rise within her again.  It was
growing...

Batgirl looked at the surface of the Cool-tex only inches from
her eyes.  It was undulating from the vibrators installed within
the walls of the pit.  She tried to move again and found that the
Cool-tex was even tighter than before.  Molding her in its ever
tightening rubber bondage.

A rush of incredible helplessness swept over her, as she
opened her chattering teeth and tried to inhale from her mouth.
It was getting incredibly hard to breath.  She knew she would be
dead in a matter of minutes.

'Oh ga-g-g-od, I- I'm s-s-so....c-c-cold... Auggghhh...' Batgirl
moaned as another wash of emotion swelled over her.  She tried
to twist her hip and felt something crack.  She stopped dead.

At first she thought it was a bone, but then she started to feel something
warm around her pelvic area.  Batgirl looked down.  The surface of the
Cool-tex above her submerged pelvis was steaming....  One of the
compartments of her Utility belt had cracked open from the pressure and
had released something into the Cool-tex.  What ever it was, it was
causing the Cool-tex to melt.

In no time, the Cool-tex above her pelvis was bubbling, and the entire
area around her hips was turning into mush.  Batgirl's' eyes widened in
sudden realization that she had a chance to escape and shoved her hips
downward in an attempt to pull her arms from the Cool-tex.  Unfortunately,
the area around her arms was still solid and her movement only resulted in
pushing her hips deeper into the melting pink goo.

Batgirl realized her mistake and responded by lifted her hips as high as
she possibly could, using her feet and calves, which were still firmly
lodged in solid Cool-tex, to perfect advantage.

Her idea worked.  The slushy, bubbling Coot-tex, and more
importantly, what ever Batgirl-agent was reacting with it, slid
down between her breasts and around her shoulder area.  In no
time the Cool-tex around her shoulders and arms was slushy and
Batgirl stated to lift herself with her torso, attempting a quasi
sit up within the quickly melting Cool-tex.

Slowly her upper body came free of the bubbling pink material
and she somehow managed to get to her feet.  She looked down.

She was up to her knees in Cool-tex, but the area around her
feet which seconds ago was about to crush her, was now sliding
up her legs.  She was sinking.  Sinking quickly.

Batgirl reached behind her and grabbed her Batgirl rope.  She
had to hurry.  The material from within her utility belt was
doing far too good a job.  The pit was quickly becoming a mass
of pink slush and she was already waist deep.

She looked around wildly, catching eye of her target just as her
breasts sank into the unstable goo.  She only had one
chance at this.  She threw the hook out, expertly looping the end
of her rope around one of the Black cat's necks just as the bubbling
Cool-tex slid over her shoulders.

She pulled.  It held.  She pulled harder and slowly felt her body
slide forward.  She gripped the rope and pulled, slowly making
her way to the edge of the pit, carefully sliding her self forward
as she went, until finally she reached the edge of the pit.  Then
in a matter of seconds she was free, sitting on the edge,
wondering just how she had been so lucky.

Batgirl looked down at herself.  Her body glistened from the remnants of
the slippery slime, but she was OK.  She examined her utility belt and
discovered the agent responsible for her life.  It was her Batgirl all
purpose bubble gum remover.  She smiled, laughing at the absurdity of her
luck.

'Batgirl!'

Batgirl stopped laughing and spun around to see Catwoman entering the
room, making a beeline for the divan.  So much for a breather.

'Oh no you don't, Catwoman!' Batgirl replied, jumping to her feet and
darting around the pit of bubbling Shiver-sand, before Catwoman could
reach her central point of control.

Catwoman, slid to a stop and without a moments hesitation, turned on her
heel and ran out the same door she had entered.  Batgirl gave chase,
finding herself on a stairwell that descended deeper into Catwoman's lair.

As soon as she reached the bottom, Catwoman attacked, sliding up from
behind, her claws outstretched in fury.  But Batgirl was ready and deftly
avoided her, using Catwoman's momentum to shove her against the wall.

Catwoman was stunned but recovered quickly, spinning around to face
Batgirl, who was already advancing on her.  Catwoman unhooked her belt and
swung it at Batgirl, narrowly missing her head.

Batgirl ducked and slammed into Catwoman with a jarring slam that shoved
her back into the wall.  Catwoman crumpled from the blow and Batgirl used
the advantage to shove her to the ground, pulling her Batgirl cuffs from
her utility belt with instinctive flair.

In moments, Catwoman was struggling on the ground, her arms bound behind
her.

'Let go of me you bitch!' Catwoman screamed, twisting under the weight of
Batgirl, who was using her position to tie Catwoman's ankles to her
already immobile wrists.

Batgirl pulled a leather gag from her utility belt and shoved it into
Catwoman's mouth, silencing her.

'Shhhh... We don't want to alert our neighbors...' Batgirl whispered, as
she slid her hand up the back of Catwoman's stocking thigh and between her
buttocks.  'Maybe, a crotchrope-'

A strange noise erupted from down the hallway and Batgirl leapt up to her
feet.  She looked down at Catwoman and deciding that she wasn't going
anywhere, began to walk down the hall.

She followed the source of the noise.  It came from a doorway at the end
of the hall.  She slid down the long pink corridor, stopping short of an
open doorway.

Suddenly the grating noise stopped.  Batgirl froze.  Squeals of laughter
erupted from inside the room.  Batgirl pushed her back up against the wall
and slowly slid her way along, until she was next to the open doorway.
Then carefully she bent her head around the doorway and peered inside.

It was quite a sight.  The Sex Kittens, in various forms of Victorian
undress, were all having a wonderful time playing on top of a large futon
on the floor of the room.  In front of them, perched on top of a huge
black ball was the bound, struggling form of Valerie Ashlyn.  Directly
beneath Valerie, now spinning only three or four inches from her crotch
was a huge menacing circular saw.

Suddenly the ball dipped downward and the saw blade slashed into it, the
room erupting in noise.  Valerie's reaction was immediate.  She began to
writhe on top of the ball, attempting to get a grip on the outside which
Batgirl could see was coated with goo.

Batgirl wondered why Valerie didn't just slide off to the side of the
ball, she couldn't see any ropes keeping her on top of it.  Valerie's eyes
widened as she saw just how close the blade was to her and then strangely,
they shut tight, her entire body turning suddenly rigid.

Batgirl looked closer at the top of the ball and realized what was keeping
Valerie from sliding off... and why she was behaving so strangely.
Valerie was in the midst of a massive orgasm, her entire body shaking from
the intense upheaval within her.  Batgirl could see the entire top of the
ball quaking from the saws actions below.  Then sudden silence.

Valerie's body hunched forward as the ball stopped descending.  Then as
she caught another look at the blade, now only two inches from her, began
to struggle again.  It was apparent that she was utterly exhausted, and
yet she continued to try to pull herself from the dildo within her, her
spread thighs sliding on the outside of the ball with utter desperation.

The Kitten's squealed with joy watching Valerie's utterly frantic
contortions.  It was then that Batgirl could see just how devious Catwoman
was.  Valerie was able to lift herself off the dildo a inch or two, but
that was it.  Then her body would slip downward, conveniently thrusting
the dildo back in.

It was mesmerizing.  Batgirl forgot herself momentarily, watching the
events unfold like some sort of twisted porn movie.  Valerie was already
responding to the dildo's Sensi-rubber covering.  Batgirl started to
imagine what it would feel like to be trapped up on top of the hideous
contraption, her own helpless struggles only adding to her growing
passion.  She felt herself get wet at the thought of it, realizing that
Catwoman had certainly designed this diabolically devilish demise for her.

The ball dipped downward again and the teeth jarring noise brought Batgirl
back to her senses.  She used the sudden auditory onslaught to take
action, and advanced on the distracted Sex Kittens.

They were so intent on the sight of Valerie's struggling body, as well as
their own mounting passion, that by the time they saw Batgirl advancing
upon them, it was way too late. In just a matter of seconds, all three
were unconscious.

The noise stopped and Batgirl looked over at Valerie, who was
screaming into her gag for Batgirl to help her.  Batgirl walked
towards Valerie, carefully avoiding the deadly spinning blade,
pulled a chair next to the ball, and climbed on top of it.

She slid her hand behind Valerie's neck, unbuckled the ballgag
and pulled it from her mouth.

'Batgirl!' Valerie screamed, her eyes pleading.  'Turn it off and
get me off of this thing!... Oh god, Hurry!'

Batgirl looked down at the blade.  It was so close to Valerie that if the
ball lowered even a tiny bit, it would slice into her immediately.  She
jumped off the chair to the console in front of the ball and put her
finger on top of the button marked "stop".  Then she hesitated, looking up
at Valerie mischievously.

'Oh god, Batgirl... Hurry!'

Batgirl looked down at the console and moved her finger to the left,
pushing the button marked pause instead.  Valerie looked down at the blade
that was continuing to spin just below her.

'Batgirl, What are you doing?!' Valerie screamed, struggling against her
bonds, her legs kicking uselessly against the slimy surface of the ball.
'Get me off of here!'

'Why should I?' Batgirl asked mischievously.  'I might get a rush out of
watching you get dissected.  It would serve you right.'

'Oh god, please no!...' Valerie screamed as she watched Batgirl move her
finger along the tops of the buttons.  'I'll do anything.... Please!'

'Will you testify against Catwoman and the Sex Kittens?' Batgirl asked.

'Oh god, anything.... Ohh.. Ohhh... Please....' Valerie moaned, her
struggles atop the ball becoming suddenly rhythmic again.

'Very well...' Batgirl said smiling, as she pushed the stop button and the
blade of the saw slowly came to rest and then quietly descended back into
the floor.

Valerie's body slowly came to rest and her head tilted down in
complete exhaustion.  Batgirl pushed another button and the
ball began to lower until the top was just sticking out of the
ground.

Batgirl walked behind Valerie and slid her hands between the surface of
the ball and Valerie's thighs.  Batgirl felt the surface of the ball
beneath her hand quiver slightly as she slowly lifted Valerie's limp body
from the black dildo.

'God it's alive.'  Batgirl thought.

Valerie winced slightly as the dildo came free, its black mass continuing
to move even after it was out of her.  Batgirl lowered Valerie to the
ground, and held her as she slowly came back to her senses.

'Oh, thank you, Batgirl!' Valerie gushed, leaning back into Batgirl's
body.  She looked over her shoulder and felt a kind of deja vu.  They had
been in a very similar situation back at the fetish boutique, only now it
was Batgirl who held the helpless bound form of Valerie Ashlyn.  The
similarity of the situation didn't escape Batgirl either.

She looked down at Valerie's soft eyes.  Valerie responded by opening her
mouth slightly, her tongue darting out for the briefest of moments.

Batgirl grabbed Valerie, pushed her to the floor and straddled
her helpless body.  Then she kissed her.

Valerie responded, grabbing at Batgirl with her hands that were still
firmly bound to her waist.  The kiss was long and passionate.  Had they
not been in Catwoman's lair, Batgirl might have taken advantage of this
turn of events, but as it was she ended the kiss, quickly untying
Valerie''s legsbefore pulling her to her feet.

''Let'so'

'OK, untie me and let's get out of here.' Valerie said, turning
her body and motioning for Batgirl to untie the rest of the ropes.

'I don't think so.'  Batgirl said, grabbing Valerie's waist rope
behind her back.  'I'd sooner trust a viper than you.... mush.'

'Thinking of taking home a souvenir, Batgirl?'

'Catwoman!' Batgirl said, pushing Valerie to one side and
standing to face her nemesis.

'Yes, Batgirl, you see I too have the capability of escaping the
inescapable...'

Batgirl heard the rustling of nylon behind her and instinctively slid
sideways just as Talon came flying from behind her.  Batgirl used her
momentum to shove her forward into Catwoman, sending the two women
sprawling.

Then she turned just in time to give the onrushing Passion a vicious kick
that sent her sprawling backwards in a lump.  Vixen left alone against
Batgirl, slowly backed up, knowing full well she was no match for her one
on one.  She slid sideways and ran trying to get around Batgirl.

It didn''t work.  Batgirl was too fast and tripped her as she tried to run
by.  Vixen took a terrible tumble, smacking her head against the ground on
the way down.  She wasn't getting back up.

Catwoman was.  Batgirl turned and watched Catwoman slowly get to her feet.
But Catwoman didn''t advance.  She just stood there.

What's wrong, Catwoman?  Frightened to take me one on one?''

''Just wasting time, Batgirl..'

Batgirl started to say something, when to her left she heard a distinct
click.  She spun around to see Valerie awkwardly grasping what looked like
a fire hose in her bound hands.

The sign above the hose housing read "In Case Of Emergency".

Batgirl didn't have time to react.  Before she could even move, a thick
white goop began spraying out of the hose.  It splashed down next to her
and then as Valerie took better aim, on her shoes and legs, covering them
in a thick white foam.

Batgirl jumped to the side but didn't get away.  Valerie turned the hose
and followed her, covering her legs in more and more of the white foam.
Batgirl jumped to the left and right but she couldn't get away.  Valerie
followed her wherever she went.  Then Batgirl suddenly stopped and looked
down.  She couldn't move her legs.  The foam was hardening around them
like a plaster cast, immobilizing her in place.

'Bravo! Valerie!' Catwoman squealed, as she watched Batgirl
struggle uselessly to free her legs from the white foamy prison
upon which Valerie was continuing to build.

Valerie arched the stream upward spraying Batgirl's pelvis and
stomach.  Batgirl tried to wipe it away but it dried incredibly
fast and more and more just kept coming.

'Oh god, what is it?' Batgirl screamed, feeling the foam
continuing to harden around her body.

'Instant paper, Batgirl!' Catwoman squealed, watching the
stream flow higher covering Batgirl's breasts.  Batgirl's arms
were beginning to get covered and her fervent struggles began
to wane, as the strange white foam hardened around them.

'I can't move!' Batgirl cried, twisting her neck back and forth in
obvious distress.

'Should I finish her off, Catwoman!?" Valerie squealed as she
began to advance on the helpless Batgirl, the stream of goo
creeping closer and closer to her face.

'I think not, Valerie... Not yet.  Catwoman said, motioning for
Valerie to cease her foam bath.  Catwoman walked up to
Batgirl, and slid her hand up the hardened surface of the instant
paper and under her chin.  'I have a much better idea...'

Catwoman reached behind her, pulled out a makeup compact and opened it.
She then turned and gently blew a powder into Batgirl face.  Batgirl
inhaled a portion of the powder and fell immediately unconscious.

'Passion, fetch the diamond saw...'

                       *     *     *

As Talon and Passion held her, Catwoman expertly cut away the paper and
freed Batgirl from her paper prison.

'What about me?' Valerie motioned twisting her wrists, which were still
tightly bound to her waist.

'I kind of like you just like that.  -at least for the time being.'
Catwoman said.  'Girl's take our guest to room 13 and change her into
this.  I will be along shortly.  Valerie, why don't you accompany them?
I'm sure you eager to see what we have planned for Batgirl....'

Valerie looked down at the ropes encircling her body and then back at
Catwoman.  She then turned and reluctantly followed the cackling trio down
the hallway.

                            *     *     *

To Valerie, room thirteen looked very similar to the last room that they
had just been in except that at the center was a rectangular table-like
structure made of gleaming black metal.  The sides and top of the table
were made of glass, through which she could see a mass of intricate
machinery.

Valerie couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of the multitude of
gleaming ratchets and gears within the structure were for, or how they
related to the strategically place wheels and cut out areas on the top of
the table.

The Sex Kittens removed Batgirl's costume and replaced it with the purple
Sensi-suit that Catwoman had given them.

"Put her on the table..." Catwoman said, entering the room, her arms full
of gleaming black rope.

The kitten obliged, arranging Batgirl in a spread-eagle atop the table.
Catwoman approached and deposited the mass of rope on the table top next
to Batgirl's waist.

'Do you want help, Catwoman?' Vixen asked.

'No, I purrr-fer to do this myself...'

                                 *     *     *

'Wake up.... wake up.... Batgirl...' Catwoman cooed. as she slowly slid
her hand up the inside of Batgirl's thigh.

Batgirl moved slightly and Catwoman moved her hand upward, slowly stroking
her through the thin Sensi-suit.

Batgirl slowly came to.  Catwoman watched Batgirl's semi- conscious form
twitch and pull at the ropes entwining her body.  Then her eyes opened and
she looked at first dazed then confused... and then startled as she
realized she could barely move.

 'Looks like our Bat-nymph is waking up...'

Batgirl lifted her head and looked down at her body.  She was tied down on
top of a glass table.  Her arm and legs were pulled in a tight
spread-eagle and shiny black ropes crisscrossed her entire body.  Catwoman
had also removed her Batgirl costume and replaced it with a catsuit made
of a gleaming purple material.

Batgirl moved slightly and felt the entire surface of her skin come alive.
The sensations were unmistakable;  It was one of Catwoman's fiendishly
erotic Sensi-suits.

'Feel's delicious, doesn't it Batgirl.' Catwoman purred, watching
Batgirl's eyes close and her mouth open slightly.  ' I had another
Sensi-suit made for you... just for this occasion.'

Batgirl pulled her arms and felt the ropes tighten slightly inside her
thighs and between her pussy.

'What is this, Catwoman?' She asked, pulling on one leg slightly and
feeling a rope tighten under one and atop another breast.

'Oh Batgirl, you're tied in one of my most elaborate bondages.  It's
called the Cat's Cradle, and I designed it especially for you... I can
tell your intrigued...'

Batgirl was... She studied the elaborate ropework, following each of the
rope's paths as best she could.  Two ropes were connected to each wrist
and ankle.  Ten small black rubber wheels were attached flat to the table
in key areas:  two above each hand, two below each foot, and one on each
side of her at about shoulder height.

The inner rope of each wrist fed up around a wheel, then down tightly
across her body, brushing the inner side of each breast and downward
meeting at a V at her crotch.  The ropes split her crotch and fed downward
out of sight.  Batgirl could feel them pulling the Sensi-suit inside her.

The outer wrist ropes fed upward around similar wheels, then downward
around her inner thighs and under her knees, where they too disappeared
into holes in the table.

Another rope was attached to each wrist and fed directly
downward across her body, again meeting at a V at her crotch.

Each inner ankle rope fed downward around a wheel and disappeared into
holes in the table.  The outer ankle ropes fed downward around a wheel
then upward to the wheels on either side of her shoulders.  There, the
ropes fed around each wheel and disappeared into holes into the table,
only to reappear from other holes on each side of her, just above breast
height.  Each rope then fed tightly up and around her torso, under the
near breast, across her other at about nipple level then downward into
another hole in the table next to each armpit.

She pulled on her left leg experimentally and felt a rope slide under her
left breast and across her right nipple as well as another rope rub gently
between her legs, and yet another tugging on her right wrist.

She struggled some more and found that each time she moved, ropes all
around her body would move, rubbing against the specially designed
Sensi-suit material encasing her, sending chills up and down her body.

'Yes Batgirl, all the ropes interconnect.  As you struggle, the ropes will
slide around the Sensi-suit encasing you, stroking and massaging your most
sensitive areas and slowly bringing you to one orgasm after another until
your entire nervous system collapses....'

'Only if I decide to struggle, Catwoman.' Batgirl said defiantly, becoming
motionless upon the table.

'Oh you will struggle, Batgirl...' Catwoman began to laugh as she reached
beside the table top and flipped a switch.

A cleft in the ceiling opened with a metallic clack.  Batgirl looked above
her as something slowly began to descend from the opening in the ceiling.
At first she didn't recognize what it was, then its long arcing edge
glistened in the candlelight and it became suddenly apparent.  It was a
razor sharp pendulum.

Batgirl pulled on the ropes in reflex and they tightened with the
desired effect.  She quickly recovered her composure and lay
motionless on the table once more.

'Purrr-fectly "poe"-etic... isn't it Batgirl...'

'Catwoman, I'm suprised.  I figured that with your twisted mind
you would come up with something new.  We've been through
this before...'

'Oh no, Batgirl you're wrong... so, so wrong.  This is a new and
fiendishly wicked instrument of torment!' Catwoman cried, flipping a
switch starting the pendulum swinging from side to side.

Batgirl watched the pendulum, then looked away to Catwoman's smiling face.

'The wheels above and below the table around you serve a double purpose;
Besides guiding the ropes around your luscious body, they also feed
information about the amount of tension and movement that you make to a
special "strugg-o- meter" located under the table...'

Catwoman paused and moved close to Batgirl, slowly rubbing her finger up
her helpless body.

'Once activated, if the computer senses that you aren't struggling hard
enough, the pendulum will lower one inch.'

'So I have a choice.  I can either struggle and die of erotic overload or
wait and be cut in half by your sick medieval imagination.'

'Purrr-cisely, Batgirl.... a delicious decision I'm going to leave
completely up to you...' Catwoman said her voice trailing off slightly.

'I'm not sure how much struggling you think I'm capable of.  I can barely
move...' Batgirl said, looking down are her body.

'Ropes a little tight, Batgirl?' Catwoman cooed. ...

'I've had worse...'

.....'If you want them tighter.....' Catwoman said, flipping a switch.

'Augggh!' Batgirl moaned, feeling the ropes tighten as the wheels above
her and below her moved apart slightly.  'No, please.... auuugh.'

'Your probably right....' Catwoman said, flipping the switch in the
opposite direction.  'I should give you a sporting chance...'

'Ohhhh' Batgirl moaned, feeling the ropes relax.

'Let's get this started...' Catwoman declared, slowly lowering the arcing
blade until it was only three feet above Batgirl's waist.  'Valerie,
seeing as how you are the one responsible for Batgirl's currently
predicament, I think it only fitting that you have the honor.... turn on
the strugg-o-meter...'

Catwoman turned to Valerie who stood there as if she wasn't sure what
Catwoman meant.  Catwoman grabbed her and guided her forcefully to the
table.  Then she moved one of her bound hands to a large switch located on
the top of the table.

Batgirl looked up at Valerie and into her eyes.  She saw something that
wasn't there before.  It wasn't fear or cruelty.  If it had been anyone
else, Batgirl would have guessed it was almost like compassion.

'Well what are you waiting for...? Catwoman said.  'Start the meter...'

Valerie looked over her shoulder at Catwoman, and then back
down at Batgirl, before reluctantly pushing the large switch
forward.  The machinery below Batgirl came alive and seconds
later the gears above her made a distinct *re-g-it* sound before
the razor sharp blade of the pendulum lowered with an ominous
clank.

Batgirl began to slowly struggle atop the table, causing the ropes to
tighten and slide around her, exciting the Sensi-suit material encasing
her body.

*re-g-it* .... *CLANK*

'Oh you'll have to do better than that Batgirl...'

Batgirl pulled harder moving her body slide to side.  With the excess
movement came more friction and she could feel the ropes sliding against
her body.  She let out a small moan as the feelings of passion and fear
swept over her.

'That's more like it Batgirl.  Struggle harder...'

'I don't understand how you can call this "giving me a sporting chance..."

'On the contrary Batgirl.  I could have inserted a vibrator or a dildo in
you and made this a quick purrr-formance...'

Batgirl looked at Catwoman quizzically.

'...instead, I 'm only using the natural friction from the ropes to excite
you. - And of course your deep secret love of watching yourself in
bondage...' Catwoman cooed, pushing another button.

Four huge mirrors lowered from the ceiling and stopped just at the right
angle to allow Batgirl a perfect view of her struggling bound form.

'You bitch...' Batgirl screamed, pulling at the ropes around her wrists
and ankles, not sure how Catwoman could know something so personal about
her.

'Such language...' Catwoman said, pulling a large purple ballgag from her
belt.

'No Plea-' Batgirl began, but it too late.  Catwoman had already forced
the rubber ball into her mouth, sliding it expertly behind her teeth
before buckling it in place.

'MMMPphh!' Batgirl screamed.

'Much better.  It's much better when you keep the bubbles in the
champagne...'

'Mmmmm...' Batgirl moaned.  Catwoman knew her too well.  The intense
erotic effect of the ropes sliding around the Sensi- suit as well as her
own deep secret desire for such utter helplessness were already combining,
slowly moving her towards orgasm.

Batgirl looked first to Catwoman's face and then to the deadly metal blade
that swung effortlessly above her.  Its razor edge, flickering in the
candlelight as it passed, intensified the mounting feelings inside of her.
It was unbearable.  Her need to escape.  Her utter helplessness.  The
feeling of the ropes rubbing across her body, enticing her, caressing her,
restraining her.

'MMAARGG!' Batgirl moaned as the orgasm hit, rocking her body.  She
strained at the ropes confining her, pulling them even tighter around her
helpless body.

*Re-g-it*

Batgirl jerked her eyes open just as the pendulum lowered with a clank.
She twisted her body instinctively and her eyes shot back to Catwoman who
began to laugh.

'Oh, I neglected one small point. I inserted a small sensor inside of you.
Each orgasm lowers the blade a inch as well!'

'MPPPPPPPPH!'

'Talon....' Catwoman laughed, 'take Valerie upstairs and clean her up.
The rest of you need to put the next stage of our plan into motion.  I'm
going to stay down here and enjoy the show a little while.'

'Does this mean you're going to let me go?' Valerie asked almost
pleadingly.

Catwoman turned, grabbed the rope around Valerie's waist and pulled her
close to her.

'I haven't decided yet.  It depends on how you react...' Catwoman said,
sliding her hand between Valerie's legs.

'Ohh!....I... I'll be good.'

Catwoman's eyes narrowed and she pulled Valerie right next to her.
'That's what I'm afraid of, Valerie... that's what I'm afraid of....'

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Holy Poe-gasm!!!  Will Batgirl survive the fiendish touch of the
Sensi-suit only to be diced in two?!!  And what of Valerie?  What part
will she play in Catwoman's plans....?  Stay tuned to the penultimate
chapter.