BATGIRL in "Terror Cove" 
by glavask@aol.com  (Glavas K)



        
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
This story contains scenes of violence, rape, bondage and other sexual situations 
which are not appropriate for anyone under the age of eighteen. If you are under 
the age of eighteen, do not read this story. If you are offended by this 
material, do not read any further.
Batgirl, Batman, Gotham City and all other characters, except for Pirate King, 
were created by and are copyrighted by and are property of DC Comics. This story 
has been written solely to occupy my free time, of which I seem to have a lot. No 
compensation has been or will be received for this story. This story is purely 
for entertainment purposes and cannot be redistributed for the purposes of making 
money or profit.
Any similarity between names characters and places in this story are purely 
coincidental.
Pirate King was created by, and is property of, Glavas K.
Batgirl: Terror Cove
by Glavas K.

Part One
Even though it was just past dawn, Barbara Gordon was sweating as she loaded her 
gear into the large cabin cruiser. She paused to wipe her brow with the front of 
her T-shirt, and to make a quick inventory of the items in the boat.  There was 
an AM/FM radio, a full cooler, and a small gym bag with various items such as 
suntan lotion, a towel, and a good book. There was her scuba gear, including her 
air tank, which she had just filled. An emergency flashlight and radio, just in 
case the ones on her father's boat failed. And a very special gym bag containing 
some very important (and very secret) items.
She smiled and returned to her Volkswagen Jetta in the marina parking lot. She 
locked the vehicle up, cracked one of the rear windows, and grabbed an extra 
bottle of water before returning to the boat.
While growing up, she had spent many weekends with her father on that very cabin 
cruiser, motoring around Gotham Bay and enjoying the water. James Gordon hardly 
gave her request to use it a second thought, lovingly telling her to be careful 
before tossing her the keys.
Barbara untied the boat from its mooring and hopped in.
I don't think daddy would be as casual, Barbara thought, if he found out that his 
boat was going to be used by Batgirl this weekend!
With a impish smile, Barbara Gordon guided the boat out of the marina and into 
Gotham Bay, the whole time patting the gym bag laying on the seat next to her.

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As the boat, named after her mother, turned south and sped along the coastline, 
Barbara thought back to the purpose for the excursion on that particular day.
Three weeks before, the private yacht owned by Mr. & Mrs. Edwin Eldrich was 
partaking in a small party cruise south of Gotham Bay. At one point in the 
evening, the Eldrichs and their small group of friends had been horrified to find 
that most of their valuables had mysteriously disappeared. The only clues for the 
Gotham detectives had been wet flipper tracks that led into the state room where 
the coats and purses had been laid out. No one had heard nor seen anything during 
the party. Not surprising with the amount of alcohol that had been consumed that 
night.
The value of the various items which had disappeared was roughly $330,000.00.  An 
amazing figure, but relatively small considering what the rich foolishly carry 
around with them to the oddest of places.
So far, Barbara thought as she released the wheel and stripped off her sweat-
soaked T-shirt, no suspects save those on board, including the staff of four.
One week later, the Rieser family had thrown a small birthday party for their son 
William. Their yacht was the setting of the party, and they decided on the south 
of Gotham Bay as the location. Poor choice.  Sometime during the night, they were 
secretly boarded and robbed. This time, the pirates only got around $100,000.00. 
The only clues were, again, wet flipper tracks leading to the scene of the theft.
Last Saturday night, exactly two weeks and one week after the previous thefts, a 
charity cruise was sailing the coast just south of the bay. By the end of the 
evening, the guests were out $760,000.00, collectively, and the charity was out 
$500,000.00. Again there were wet tracks and no suspects.
Barbara's father, Police Commissioner James Gordon, with the aid of billionaire 
playboy, Bruce Wayne, had set up another cruise for that evening.  Bait for the 
pirates. The enormous Wayne yacht would be cruising the southern coast, as had 
the other three cruises, but this time, the guests would be police officers and 
detectives.
Unfortunately, Batman had contacted her the day before and told her that he and 
Robin were going to be hunting the Penguin up in Boston, so he would not be 
around. Batgirl figured that was a lie so that Gotham would think the Dynamic Duo 
was out of town. Word would surely spread to the pirates and they would think 
themselves relatively safe.
A good enough plan, but Barbara had done some homework on that particular case 
and she believed that she was one rung closer to the pirates than the police.
On the summer weekends, several cruises and yachts leave from Gotham Marina and 
sail the coast. Barbara had checked her maps of the area and discovered that the 
piracy had all happened within a mile of a secluded cove named Raven's Cove.
Barbara again released the wheel and wiggled out of her wet cut-off shorts.  She 
took the wheel once more, dressed only in a paisley-colored two-piece bikini and 
sunglasses. Her long, red hair flew behind her in the wind.
There's a chance that Dad might not even run into the pirates tonight, she 
thought as she turned the wheel towards the land. And Batman and Robin won't be 
any help because they're up at the Franklin Park Zoo in Boston trying to foil 
another scheme of the Penguin's. It looks like it's up to Batgirl to net these 
pirates!
With that, Barbara Gordon guided the large boat into the silent Raven's Cove.

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With her binoculars, Barbara scanned the beach and the cliffs around the cove.  
Her anchored boat hardly bobbed at all in the still waters. When she was sure 
that she was alone there, she stood and removed her bikini.  For a moment, she 
admired her own fine, athletic body. She ran her hands over the muscles in her 
arms, nodding in approval at the definement she had attained through her years of 
training. She cupped her healthy breasts and squeezed them. No, they were not 
overly large, but they were firm and close to perfect.  Her hands slid down her 
flat stomach and quickly over the trimmed patch of red hair between her legs. She 
squeezed her thighs and calves. pleased with the strength that was visibly 
apparent in them.
That was good because she would need all of that strength and athleticism on that 
day. Not only would she be scuba-diving for most of the day, but she might come 
across a band of pirates of unknown numbers and strength. She would have to be in 
the top of her form for on that day there would be no back-up. No cavalry. No 
Batman and Robin.
Just Batgirl.
And part of her said that was just fine. She had gone up against some of the 
deadliest criminals spawned by Gotham and come out on top. She had gone alone 
where, together, Batman and Robin had tread. She was confident in her own 
abilities and, most of all, her intellect. Batgirl would dominate.
Time to get busy, Barbara thought as she removed the items from that nondescript 
gym bag.
She donned a purple bikini that had a small Bat symbol on both the top and the 
bottom. With some specially designed spirit gum, she affixed her new eye mask to 
her face. Out was the old, hot, uncomfortable cowl. The new eye mask at least 
made her feel as if she had more freedom.
Around her slim waist, Barbara fastened a specially designed, yellow utility 
belt. The new belt had waterproof compartments, and most of the items inside were 
in vacuum-sealed plastic bags formulated to bio-degrate after coming in contact 
with water. The belt had all its usual surprises, including acid and gas pellets, 
and some new ones, including some OC pepper spray foam for underwater use and an 
electric-prong stun gun. The belt also doubled as a weight belt.
Her flippers and mask were top of the line models for maximum performance in the 
water. Around her calf she strapped a special "Batgirl" edition of the Anguilla 
Reef Rider knife. The yellow handled knife had a line-cut groove on the top of 
the 8" stainless steel blade.
Strapped to one wrist was a yellow and purple diver's watch that was guaranteed 
to be waterproof for down to 200 meters. On her other wrist, a powerful, but 
compact, yellow flashlight was strapped. The flashlight was also designed to be 
waterproof.
Barbara slipped into the harness for the tank and checked the rebreather.  After 
she satisfied herself with another check of all her equipment, Barbara knew that 
she was ready to go. She took a couple of breaths through the mouthpiece and then 
Batgirl slipped over the side and into the water.

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The water felt perfect, although it was far from crystal clear, but with Gotham 
less than 25 miles to the north, it was to be expected. Fish turned away as 
Batgirl kicked through the water. She felt good, probably because she had 
practiced after she left the library in the past week, readying herself for this 
mission. The last thing she needed was to be exhausted upon encountering any 
pirates.
She did not expect to find much, however the smallest clue would have been better 
than nothing. She was just buying time until the evening when she would stake the 
area out and wait for the pirates to make whatever move they were going to make.
She certainly did not expect to find an underwater cave.
The cave was on the south cliff wall of the cove, and it was enormous. Its 
diameter was easily 50'. The top edge of he cave was about 25' below the surface 
and was covered by some seaweed. With popping ears, Batgirl slowly descended to 
the cave mouth.
She could hardly see very far outside the cave, and the obvious lack of sunlight 
inside the cave would have left the crime fighter completely blind after a few 
yards. Batgirl turned her flashlight on and cautiously proceeded into the cave. 
The cave appeared to be of natural origin. It was well populated with small fish 
and a jungle of plant life on all surfaces. Some of the fish stayed away from the 
beautiful intruder, while others, filled with curiosity, swam up as close as 
Batgirl's face mask.
She was not sure how far she had swam, but it was relatively far. It was hard for 
her to measure distance in the murky world around her, but it felt as if she had 
traveled a distance equal to that of ten Olympic-sized pool lengths.  That was 
when a light began to appear in front and above her. The light was diffused by 
the murk in the water, but Batgirl decided that the cave must open up into an 
area above the water. And there was something else.
Something large bobbed in the water ahead of her. It was half in and half out of 
the water, and it seemed to be some sort of boat. Slowly, Batgirl approached the 
large object, using the reeds on the tunnel bottom to keep her as far away from 
the boat as possible. Soon, she realized that she was looking at some sort of 
submarine. It was small compared to ones she had seen at the Naval Base in Gotham 
or the ones in the movies; a mini-sub, perhaps. She released the reeds, allowing 
herself to float up a little; wanting to see if there were any kinds of insignia 
of markings on the vessel. A hunch began to form in Batgirl's mind.
I'd be willing to bet my Batbelt that this sub is the  S.S. Riddler, or the S.S. 
Catwoman, or something to that effect. Whoever they are, they're probably behind 
the piracy in recent-
Suddenly, and without warning, the mini-sub's engines roared into life, spinning 
the propellers furiously. Batgirl gasped as she was yanked upward, toward the 
rotating steel blades. She fought and kicked, pumping her arms crazily to get 
enough momentum to pull away and break the propellers' pull. Her efforts were to 
no avail, however, as the current dragged her helpless, young body towards the 
hungry blades.

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And just as quickly as the blades turned on, they turned off. Batgirl was shot 
off to the side and struck the support post for the mini-sub's dock. Dazed, she 
floated to the surface. Groggily, she climbed the ladder for the dock and 
staggered towards the shadows of some stacked crates. She removed her face mask 
and mouthpiece and took a deep breath. The air was damp and filled with salt.
Batgirl, water running off her body, took a look around the cave as she removed 
her air tank; she had no desire to return to the water too soon.
The cave was quite large, maybe 50' from the water's surface to the rocky 
ceiling. A wide ledge encircled the water at ground level, acting as a kind of 
sidewalk. The dock was made of thick wood, and seemed to be solely for the mini-
sub. The mini-sub itself was just that; a small sub that had a World War II 
appearance about it. A gangplank led up to the top, where the hatch was open. No 
doubt so that whomever turned the engine on could breathe relatively more easy. 
There was  some kind of symbol painted on the bow, but she was unable to see it 
from where she stood.
What Batgirl was also unable to see was the dark from looming out of the shadows 
behind her. A thick arm wrapped around her wet waist and picked her up off the 
ground. A hand that stank of machinery and grease clamped over her mouth, 
muffling her cry. Still groggy, Batgirl could do nothing but struggle against her 
assailant, her wet, red hair plastering the man's face.
"Hey!" He cried. "Hey, Fore! I got her!"
She struggled more now, trying to pry his hand from her mouth.
"Got 'her'?" Another replied.
"Oh yeah! We're going to have fun with this one!"
The hint as to her fate spurred Batgirl into action. She raised her legs up and 
brought one of her feet back into the man's groin. He made a noise that sounded 
something like someone blowing out candles on a birthday cake, and then he 
dropped her. The Girl Wonder wasted no time and ran out from the crates to where 
she could maneuver better.
Another man was running from the other side of the mini-sub. He was a fairly 
muscular man wearing a black knit cap, a black sweatshirt with the word "FORE" on 
it, and jeans. He was coming right at her.
Batgirl turned and ran in the other direction, only to be grabbed by an 
identically dressed man; the only difference was the word "STARBOARD" on his 
sweatshirt. Batgirl squirmed in his hug. In seconds, she popped free, her slick, 
wet skin aiding in her escape. She scrambled to a tunnel at the near end of the 
cave, one that had originally gone unnoticed by her.
Before she could reach the tunnel, the beautiful crime fighter was tackled by one 
of the men. She wriggled and twisted, trying to use her knowledge of judo, and 
her slick body to escape, but then one of the other men grabbed her as well. She 
grunted and gasped, fighting them with every once of strength she could muster. 
The two men, unfortunately, seemed to counter her every move with their combined 
efforts. They would grab her wrists if she got them free to scratch their eyes. 
They would pin her knees and legs if she tried to strike at their groins or 
stomachs. They would grab her wrists, again, if she tried to reach her utility 
belt. She was well trained and slippery, but there was two of them and she would 
dry soon with the men's bodies pressing down on her. Someone would tire first, 
though, and whom that would be was anyone's guess.
The third man moaned pitifully from behind the crates.
The tide was turned in moments when a fourth man jogged out of the tunnel that 
Batgirl had been trying to reach. He was soaking an oily rag in some liquid from 
a bottle.
Chloroform!  Batgirl thought with alarm.
The fourth man, whose sweatshirt read "PORT", knelt beside the wrestling trio and 
extended the soaked rag.
"No!" Batgirl cried, twisting her head away.
With her attention now focused on Port, the other two men secured her arms and 
legs. Despite Batgirl's twisting, the rag covered her mouth and nose. She had 
managed to get a lung-full of air, but the chemical was working its spell anyway. 
She moaned and fought against it, but lost the battle when her lungs made her 
take a breath. She inhaled the fumes with a moan. Slowly, her struggles began to 
cease. Her vision was blurring. Her eyes became heavy. The wicked smiles of the 
men began to lose their contrast. She moaned again, a plea this time. It was 
ignored.
The last thing that Batgirl felt before she drifted off was a hand massaging one 
of her breasts, and another sliding beneath her bikini bottom toward her crotch.

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Batgirl: Terror Cove
by Glavas K.
Part Two
Batgirl awoke slowly. Her head throbbed, but it seemed to be clearing. She tried 
to rub her temples, but soon found that her hands were securely bound behind her. 
She was seated in a wooden chair, and her ankles were bound to the legs. She 
opened her eyes and saw that she was in some sort of natural cave that had been 
turned into a room. The men who had subdued her were seated at a table, playing a 
cliche game of cards, it appeared. To the left was another table where Batgirl's 
gear had been placed. She felt her mask still in place, and she looked down to 
see that she still wore her purple Bat-bikini, although it was somewhat 
disheveled. She gritted her teeth when she noticed the slight soreness between 
her thighs.
"Hey!" One of the men chirped. "Our new friend is awake? How do you feel, honey?"
One of the other men got up and began walking towards her. "AFT" was stenciled on 
his sweatshirt, and he looked upset.
"She won't be feeling too good after I get through with her!" He declared.  
Batgirl squirmed at his approach, trying to wiggle loose from the ropes, but they 
were too tight. Suddenly, the man was behind her.
He pulled something from his pocket, something that made a crinkle sound.  
Suddenly, a plastic bag covered Batgirl's head. She tried to take a breath of 
air, but inhaled only plastic instead. The young crime fighter whipped her head 
back and forth to try to dislodge the bag, but the man held it in place. She 
screamed in panic as her world quickly became plastic heated by the gasps being 
sucked in through her mouth and nose. She could taste the plastic as she thrashed 
in the chair, and she could feel one of the man's hands slide down her neck to 
grope roughly at her breasts. Her vision began to blur and take on a yellowish 
hue, while white flashes spotted all she could see. Her chest heaved in an 
attempt to retain what little breath she had.
There was no air any more. Her body spasmed as her lungs leapt in search of life-
giving oxygen, but there was none. Her screams became gurgles that were 
themselves muffled by the plastic. She could see the three men at the table 
laughing as she began to die.
In that instant, before she gave herself up to death, the plastic bag was 
removed. Batgirl gasped violently, trying to recapture every lost breath. She 
slumped forward in the chair. She watched her sweat and tears drip from her face 
and splatter on the crotch of her bikini bottom. The young woman felt her 
consciousness slipping away. She was going to pass out, but before she did, she 
heard another man's voice through the buzzing in her ears.
"No, Aft," he said. "I don't want to get rid of our heroic little guest just yet. 
It's not often that people in our profession are granted the opportunity of 
having...our own...sweet little..."
Batgirl was blacking out and the last word was just a whisper, but it seemed to 
contain all the maliciousness of a scream.
"...plaything."

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"How was your little rest, my sweet?"
Batgirl opened her eyes. She was in what had to be called a dungeon. The stone 
room was small and poorly lit. The young crime fighter lay on the damp floor in a 
heap. The voice came from behind her, where she guessed the door to the chamber 
was situated.
A quick inventory told the Girl Wonder that her hands were bound behind her with 
rope, but her feet were free. She still wore her Bat Bikini and she was still 
masked, but now her equipment was nowhere in sight. She lifted her head to view 
her captor.
He sat in a chair between her and the door. He was a man of about 35 years of 
age. He was muscular, and liked to flaunt it, because the front of his coat was 
open to reveal his chest. His clothes were the costume of a pirate: black, rolled 
leather boots, black pants, and a maroon doublet with gold trim, opened at the 
chest, as previously noted. Those clothes, combined with his long blonde hair, 
gave him a striking resemblance to Fabio. Batgirl hoped, for her own sake, that 
this man was as smart as Fabio.
"Nice outfit," she quipped. "Anybody ever tell you that you look like -"
"Every day," he cut her off. "This, of course, coming from a girl who dresses in 
bat-flavored tights. Although I am impressed with your originality and your 
bitting wit, we'll have to make you a bit more pleasant to the ear. Don't worry, 
however, because we'll have plenty of time to work on your social skills after 
you are settled in here."
Batgirl didn't like his tone. He was almost too confident, but there was 
something about him that told her that he was constantly aware of everything 
around him. She tested her bonds; with a little bit of time, she was sure that 
she could wiggle free.
"Don't get too attached to me because I won't be staying long." She announced, 
trying to fix a smug look on her face.
The mysterious pirate raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" He drawled in a slight 
British accent. "And where do you think that you are going?"
"Any minute now, Batman and Robin will be popping out of your pool and putting 
your behind bars!"
"Oh, I don't think so."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well," the pirate began, "A man such as myself can't afford to operate in a city 
such as Gotham without knowing a thing or two about the Caped Crusader.
"I know, first off, that if he was coming for me today or in the near future, 
that he wouldn't allow one of his little Bat-Friends to come in first as a 
sacrificial lamb. He is quite smart, you know, and giving the enemy a hostage 
isn't the smartest opening tactic.
"Secondly, if he was to allow you to perpetrate this foolishness, then that would 
be an even larger tangent to his tactics. Batman is more of a stealth fighter. 
Letting little bats or birds defiantly announce his coming goes against how he 
does things."
Batgirl began to say something, but the mysterious pirate held his hand up to 
silence her.
"Before you continue, my sweet, let me just say that the 'well I went against his 
will and now he's rushing to my rescue' ploy just doesn't float. Shall I tell you 
why?"
Batgirl grunted her begrudging approval.
"It seems that the safety of Batman's little friends means more to him than his 
own safety. If he found out that you were here, he would be here faster than the 
Navy could. My dear, you have been here a little over hours, and the Dynamic Duo 
have failed to make an appearance.
"That, coupled with the knowledge that Batman is in Boston plucking the Penguin's 
feathers, leads me to believe that we will have quite some time to become 
intimate together."
As the pirate laughed, Batgirl swallowed. Her captor seemed to have all the bases 
covered. She was trapped and on her own. And he knew it.

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"Let me start things off with introductions. I like to call myself The Pirate 
King. I never said that I was modest.
"You are, as we already know, the delicious and helpless morsel called Batgirl.
"And I believe that you have already met my henchmen: Fore, Aft, Port, and 
Starboard. Gentlemen."
At the Pirate King's call, the four burly henchmen entered the room. They all 
wore devilish smiles on their faces, and Aft was carrying a box twice the size of 
a cigar box.
Batgirl sat up and began inching away from the men, all the while trying to 
loosen the ropes that held her wrists.
"Now that introductions are over," the Pirate King continued, "We shall treat you 
to a tour of our humble facility. First, I would like to show you a little 
experiment of mine; one that will allow us to move about the complex with you 
under your own power, but will lessen the chance that you try to escape. Aft: the 
box. Gentlemen, will you do the honors?"
The thugs leapt forward to grab Batgirl. The Girl Wonder twisted where she sat 
and planted a foot in Starboard's knee; the man cried in pain and crumbled to the 
ground. Fore and Port were on her then. One held her from behind while the other 
grabbed her thrashing legs. Batgirl bucked her body in defiance.
"Help them, Aft." The Pirate King ordered. Aft handed the box to his boss and 
rushed to grab a piece of Batgirl.
Pirate King opened the box and removed a dildo-like object that looked to be made 
of some kind of rock. He advanced on Batgirl as he spoke.
"This little guy is the result of my sea-life experiments. I took an ordinary 
barnacle and pumped it full of experimental growth hormones..."
Batgirl strained and grunted, but the men were too strong, even if she had her 
wrists free. Port clamped a rough hand over her sweaty brow to steady her.
"...The hormone mutated the barnacle into this elongated form that you see here. 
Spread her legs."
Batgirl strained to stop the men from following the order, but their combined 
muscles prevailed. Her own leg muscles shook with the effort she was exerting, 
and rivulets of sweat slid down those quivering appendages. The henchmen finally 
pried the superheroine's legs as far apart as they would go, as a panicky cry of 
'No' escaped the young woman's lips. Pirate King knelt before her.
"First, let's lubricate the little fellow."
Before she could react, Pirate King had jammed the creature to her lips and then 
forced it past her teeth into her mouth. Batgirl gagged and coughed around the 
long barnacle while Pirate King swirled it around in her mouth. For a brief 
moment, to Batgirl's ever mounting disgust, she thought she could feel the 
creature twitch, which made the gore rise in her throat. With a final thrust deep 
into the helpless crimefighter's throat, Pirate King yanked the barnacle from her 
mouth. Batgirl spasmed with several deep gags before focusing her strained 
attention on Pirate King's 'toy'.
"The trick with this particular mutation is that even the slightest vibrations 
cause it to vibrate as well. This will cause your sexual juices to flow, no 
matter how hard you try to suppress them. My pet will feed on those juices and 
grow to vibrate more..."
Pirate King leaned forward and pulled aside Batgirl's bikini bottom to reveal a 
neatly shaved, red-haired crotch. He brought the barnacle up to her vaginal lips 
and rubbed it there for a moment. Batgirl protested both physically and verbally, 
but the men who held her quelled those physical actions, and the verbal cries 
only served to goad Pirate King on.
"...his vibrations and growth will make you vibrate with even more pleasure which 
will make him vibrate more which will make you vibrate more, etcetera, etcetera." 
He smiled. "A vicious circle, really."
Without warning, he slid the barnacle dildo into Batgirl's pussy. A cry leapt 
from her sweating lips, and then a plea.
"No! Please!" She groaned and then slumped back into the henchmen's filthy arms. 
"No. Oh, no!" Her pelvis trusted once, and then she issued a very unladylike 
grunt. She settled back down. Port slid a lecherous hand across her belly and up 
to her breast. The young woman just groaned miserably.
"No. Please, no. You-" Her eyes opened wide and she gasped in realization.
"I...I can feel it...it's moving inside of me!" Batgirl's lower lip trembled.
"Why yes it is, Batgirl." Pirate King grinned as he, too, groped her. "And it 
will keep moving right along with you-each of you fueling the other's desires. 
And it will grow."
Batgirl shuddered, and with a gasp, slumped deeper into the arms of the goblins 
who held her. 
"Oh, shall it grow."

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After several moments of groping, the villains finally yanked Batgirl to her 
feet. That was when she had the first orgasm. She flinched and her legs buckled 
as her mouth issued forth a shaky groan. She fell into Pirate King's welcoming 
arms. He hugged her from behind.
Leaning down, he kissed her longingly on the cheek.
"Oh, my poor Batgirl. I know that you've had such a dreadful day, so I'll make 
our tour quick, and them you and your new friend can get some rest." He kissed 
her several more times, each time coming closer to her ruby lips. The female 
crusader twisted her head away, the whole time trying to loosen the ropes which 
held her wrists.
"Stop it, you bastard! Leave me alone!" She squirmed in his grip. "Let me go!"
"Oh, you fight it now, but just wait about an hour and you'll be begging me."
He whispered, before dragging her out of the cell by the arm. "Let's go."
Batgirl walked on the balls of her feet as Pirate King ushered her down a damp, 
rock hallway. The mere act of walking seemed to arouse the creature in her pussy, 
and it began to vibrate even more. Before the small party reached the mini-sub 
cave, her breathing was heavy.
"This," Pirate King began, "is my own, precious mini-sub. I acquired it from 
Egghead, who in turn had stolen it from some federal oceanography project. The 
loon said he didn't want it anymore because the shape wasn't right." He laughed 
and his henchmen joined in. Pirate King's laughter shook Batgirl, and even those 
vibrations caused the Barnacle Dildo to stir and grow. She could feel a slight 
pressure on the interior walls of her pussy, one separate from the creature's 
resonance.
"So," Batgirl interjected in an attempt to both gain more information and to stop 
Pirate King from laughing. "You've been using this sub to rob the yachts that 
venture too far from Gotham Bay?"
"Precisely. Come."
Pirate King dragged Batgirl up the gangplank and onto the top of the mini-sub.
The shaky gangplank caused the thing in her loins to rumble; the beginnings of 
another orgasm. She tried to control her breathing, but her breath was coming out 
too desperately. At the sub hatch they stopped.
"Hold her." Pirate King ordered his henchmen. Happily, they grabbed her as he 
descended. The young woman cringed and squirmed as the men's hands slid all over 
her sweaty body. Starboard was nibbling on her shoulder and Aft had his hand down 
the back of her bikini bottom fingering her asshole when Pirate King yelled up to 
send the heroine below. She swallowed hard when she peered down into the depths 
of the mini-sub, fearful of the dangers and degradations that would lurk down 
there momentarily.
Climbing down the ladder was the worst for Batgirl's dildo situation. Not only 
was she unsteady and off-balance because her hands were bound behind her, but the 
mere motion of her legs stepping down the rungs drove the barnacle into a frenzy. 
By the time she reached the bottom, Batgirl was in the full throes of orgasm. She 
moaned loudly and stumbled, falling face first into Pirate King's chest. He 
hugged her to him and reveled in her pleasure and torment, watching her tied 
hands wring and clench in bound frustration. He held her masked face to his bare 
chest, and unintentionally her lips caressed his chest as she tried to breathe 
and moan. He stroked her hair and gyrated his body against her face until the 
orgasm was all but finished. More than once, Batgirl had kissed the chest before 
her, forced by the violating passion.
As Batgirl tried to catch her breath, and as she knelt before her captor, the 
Pirate King bent down and kissed her on her lips. She pulled away with a pouty 
'no', and he again settled for her wet cheek and her neck.
"Soon," he whispered to her. "Soon, you won't be able to control yourself, and 
then you will be mine...body and soul."
"No," she murmured. "Please, no..."

                *                               *                               *

"It's rather simple, really," Pirate King began. He stood behind Batgirl with his 
arms encircling and caressing her damp body.
The humid heat inside the mini-sub was making the helpless heroine sweat even 
more; and the heat also seemed to have a reaction on her barnacle invader - the 
creature was aroused by the high temperature as well as her movement. The young 
woman was already on the road to another orgasm, and on top of that, the barnacle 
had begun to grow more. The intrusion was already almost as uncomfortable as it 
was arousing.
In an attempt to divert her attention from the feelings in her loins, Batgirl 
began to think about her judo lessons, replaying as many as she could remember in 
her head. The distraction was temporary, she knew; a permanent solution was 
escape. She was determined that she would be able to seize the opportunity to 
escape when it arose, but something nagged at her. That feeling was another 
solution to her dilemma altogether. That solution was that she surrender to those 
feelings that were molding her like wet clay. It would be so easy to give in and 
lose herself in the bliss that the Barnacle Dildo brought. To relax and treat 
herself to the ever-increasing pleasure. To...
She shook herself from that destructive reverie and brought herself back to the 
real world, however twisted and humiliating. She was burning up from the stuffy 
heat, and Pirate King was groping her belly and her breasts as he explained his 
plan.
"We chart the activity of the cruises Gotham's rich embark on, and then we move 
in like a shark on its prey. We silently board the vessel during the height of 
the festivities, and then we steal our prizes." He squeezed Batgirl's breasts, 
clutching her against him, and then greedily kissing her neck and cheek.
Batgirl slid against him in a weak attempt to escape.
"No! Oh, no. Please...don't..." she moaned.
"I want to take you now," he whispered into her ear.
"No," her return whisper pled.
"But it seems that you are already entertaining company in your 'main ballroom'," 
he chuckled.
"You bastard..."
He grinned. "Well, I guess that just means that I'll have to use the 'service 
entrance'!"
Pirate King pushed Batgirl forward, face-down onto a map table. She gasped and 
then cried out in pain as several thumbtacks flipped and embedded themselves in 
her breasts and belly. Pirate King yanked Batgirl's bikini bottom down around her 
knees, and then unzipped his trousers, letting them fall around his ankles.  The 
Girl Wonder tried to get away from him, but she was too weak and he was too 
strong, driven by his lust.
Pirate King rubbed his penis all over Batgirl's sweaty ass with one hand while 
holding her down with the other. When his member was lubricated enough for his 
liking, he leaned forward and jammed it into her asshole. The red-haired heroine 
jolted her upper body off the table and shrieked. Pirate King was unable to force 
his penis all the way into her tight ass on the first thrust so he grabbed both 
of her biceps and rammed his pelvis forward. Batgirl's shrill cry echoed 
throughout the steel walls of the mini-sub as Pirate King pummeled her rectum 
with his erect penis. Finally, he succeeded in stuffing his dick completely into 
the young woman's asshole. Batgirl screamed again, spittle flying forward from 
her twisted and gaping mouth, and then she dropped her head to the table with a 
knock loud enough to make Pirate King's penis vibrate inside of her. There she 
lay, stunned, as Pirate King raped her ass.
The villain continued to thrust into her, brutally pressing her into the map 
table. Batgirl grunted sadly with each push. Her mind was swimming from the blow 
her head had received on the table and from the pain in her ass. Blood oozed from 
the corner of her mouth, pooling on the maps in a dainty puddle that her face 
sponged up as she was driven down and forward. Finally, she felt the Pirate King 
launch one final thrust into her ass as he shuddered with orgasm.  Her tender and 
raw asshole was then flooded with the cretin's seamen.
She began to cry at that completing act of the violation, but her tears were 
brought to a halt as her body betrayed her with an orgasm of her own. She seized 
and twitched in horror, squealing aloud as the Barnacle Dildo pushed her body 
from humiliating pain to even more humiliating pleasure. With a final lurch, 
Batgirl's head collided again with the map table and she blacked out.

                *                               *                               *


Batgirl: Terror Cove
by Glavas K.
Part Three
The end of her next orgasm awoke her.
Batgirl lay on the wet floor of her cell, shaking and shivering from the inside 
out. She realized that the orgasms were coming more frequently now, and soon she 
would be able to do nothing but quiver and gasp with the unwanted pleasure.
Another point concerned her: the size of the creature had more than doubled 
during the time of her blackout. She had no way of knowing how long that time 
was, but even if she had been unconscious for hours she was still in great danger 
from the Barnacle Dildo's growth. Her vagina seemed as if it were stretched to 
its limits as it was, and the beast's pulsating enlargement was still painfully 
evident. Pleasure and agony gripped Batgirl's loins, making her either clench her 
teeth through her loose gag or groan constantly. She could not even bring her 
thighs together.
Her hands were still securely bound behind her back. Her bikini bottoms were 
shoved in her mouth; she spit them out between the small breaks in the pain.  
Several thumbtacks still remained embedded in her breasts and belly.
She gathered her breath and her strength and yelled.
"Help! Help me!"
As expected, there was no answer.
Batgirl strained at her bonds, but they were too tight. They were, however, rope 
so they could be cut. She started to inch her way over to the rough rock wall, 
but almost immediately, the vibrations in her vagina caused another orgasm. 
Batgirl gasped and panted through the orgasm, sweat running down her nose and 
forehead. When the sensation was over, her muscles trembled beyond her ability to 
control them. She lay there shivering for long moments.
I only went a couple of inches, she thought. At that rate, I'll never reach the 
wall, let alone sever the ropes. And the thing...It's even bigger...and growing 
by the second!
Batgirl gritted her teeth as the Barnacle Dildo pulsated and enlarged, feeding 
off of her bodily fluids. The pain in her pussy was constant, now. And the 
creature still continued to grow.
"No!" She cried as the dildo's vibrations sent her into another orgasm. Her pussy 
juices flowed from her and were absorbed by the beast, which in turn fed on those 
juices and grew.
"Aaaaaahhh! No! The pain...too much - aaaaaahhhhrrgg!"
Batgirl thrashed on the wet floor, her body being destroyed by pain and exertion 
which equaled labor, but continued to increase. Another orgasm wracked her. Her 
eyes rolled up in her head and her lips puckered and trembled, spittle spraying 
from them. And the monster inside of her continued to grow.
With an unnatural expansion, the Barnacle Dildo reached the bottom of Batgirl's 
vaginal tract and pressed heavily against her cervix. The helpless heroine 
wailed, her body beyond control and her mind fogged by the overload of pleasure 
and pain.
After another viscous orgasm, the barnacle muscled past Batgirl's cervix and 
began filling her womb. Batgirl's beautiful brown eyes glazed over. Soon there 
would be nowhere for it to go and the Dark Angel of Gotham would be split apart 
from the inside. Drool oozed from her red lips and her head lolled on the floor. 
Sharp daggers of pain pierced her loins as her muscles began to tear.  Her 
stomach lurched with the sound of the ripping muscles. And through all the pain 
and torment, Batgirl felt shame as she savored the next orgasm which washed over 
her like the powerful waves of the ocean.
Batgirl shrieked as the creature expanded and pushed her body beyond its limits. 
She knew that the next orgasm would be her last. The Barnacle Dildo would feast 
off of the bodily fluids created by that final, wonderful orgasm, and then her 
luscious, young body would be shredded; her life would flow out of her like her 
juices did now.
"Oh, please... help me," the once proud Batgirl begged to no one in particular 
and to everyone. The empty room did not reply. Deep within her, she could feel 
the Barnacle Dildo begin to stir.
"I'll do... anything... just help me. Please, anyone... I'll do... anything.  
Just don't let me die...." Pain from her torn muscles made the beautiful redhead 
grit her teeth. She crushed her eyelids together as she inadvertently bit into 
her cheek. Blood oozed past her ruby lips and down her smooth, wet cheeks.
"Please...don't let me...die like...this..."
Through the haze of agony which covered her mind and body, Batgirl began to see a 
gray mist forming in the cell. In seconds, that mist swirled into the shape of a 
man. When the mist cleared, Batgirl gazed up at the form of an attractive and 
athletic man with olive colored skin. The man was dressed in a small, red turban 
with a scarlet jewel on the front. His face was covered by a loose red kerchief-
like mask which hid all of his face except for the top of a aquiline nose and a 
pair of piercing light gray eyes. The man's muscular torso was bare, but covered 
with a sheen of sweat. His pants were a pair of loose-fitting red pants, and his 
shoes were red slippers. On his hip, he wore a large, curved scimitar.
He bend over the dying heroine and spoke.
"Will you do anything to live and be free of the pain?" His voice bore the accent 
of the far east.
"What?" Batgirl gasped. "Who are you?"
"Does that matter, beautiful woman? You are moments from death, and I bring you 
salvation, does my identity weigh the same as your life? Again, will you do 
anything for me if I save you?" His voice was soft and rhythmic. Batgirl gazed 
into the man's enchanting gray eyes and began to become lost there.
"I...please...help me..."
The man shook his head. "That is not good enough. Will you devote yourself to me, 
will you do as I say, until I release you from our partnership, if I save you?"
As the rumblings of the Barnacle Dildo began to roar, and her own final orgasm 
began to take her, Batgirl succumbed to the handsome stranger. Through the blood 
and the drool, the beautiful avenger uttered her answer in defeat.
"Yes," she gasped.
"Then so be it. Our bargain is sealed. When I come to you, you will follow me. 
When I speak to you, you will answer. When I command you, you will obey.  "Or 
else, you will be returned to this torment until death takes you. So be it!"
With a clap of the handsome, mysterious, stranger's hands, Batgirl's world fell 
into darkness.

                *                               *                               *

When she again awoke, Batgirl was alone. She was unbound and lying on a pile of 
blankets in the rear of her cell. Her nakedness was covered by another blanket. 
She reached beneath the blanket and found that she was dressed in her purple Bat-
bikini. And she found out something else.
The Barnacle Dildo was not in her.
She twisted her head easily, and sat up. There was no rush of pain or dizziness. 
She, in fact, felt quite rested. She looked to the center of the cell and saw the 
monstrous dildo lying dead on the floor. The thumbtacks which were embedded in 
her earlier lay next to the creature.
She thanked her mysterious savior, but with the same thought, she cursed him, for 
she knew that, somehow, she herself was cursed. She knew that she was cursed to 
wear the invisible weight of their ambiguous bargain around her throat until the 
man came to collect.
With a toss of her crimson locks, Batgirl pushed those worries aside for the time 
being.
"Now, I have to deal with that worm, Pirate King. Later, I'll deal with 
that...crimson stranger.
"Here I come, Pirate King. Get ready for some lumps." The Dark Angel whispered 
into the darkness as she strode to the mysteriously ajar cell door.

                *                               *                               *

Starboard was going over the mini-sub operating procedures for the fifth time.  
He felt that he was rusty on operating the vessel while the others, especially 
Pirate King, were excelling. To his pleasure, his hands sped over the switches 
and levels needed to take the sub out of the cavern dock. Upon completion of his 
practice, Starboard rose with a smile and exited the metal craft to assist the 
others with preparing the gear for the night's raid...and the late night's 
pleasure with whatever remained of Batgirl.
Little did the lecherous thug know, but a pair of brown eyes watched and 
memorized his every move from the shadows of the mini-sub.

                *                               *                               *

"Pirate King! Pirate King!" Aft yelled as he burst into the villain's map room.
"What the hell is it, you jerk? You scared the hell out of us!" Pirate King 
glared up from the maps of Gotham Channel and Gotham Harbor. The other henchmen, 
busy with their duties, also looked up.
"She's gone, boss! Batgirl's gone!"
Pirate King stood, his golden locks flying. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, boss, I'm sure. I just checked her cell and she's gone."
"Damn," the muscular pirate captain swore. "Alright, Port and Fore, start 
searching the complex for the bitch. Teach her a lesson she'll never forget.
"Aft, go tell Starboard to stop playing with the sub and secure it. Then you two 
join us in the search."
"But Pirate King?"
"What is it?" The villain spun at the door, growling at the question.
"I'm right here." Starboard stupidly stated from the corner of the room, a crate 
of smoke grenades in his arms.

                *                               *                               *

With the care of a surgeon, Batgirl guided the mini-sub through the cavern tunnel 
and toward the light from Raven's Cove, which shown through the sub's only 
window, a reinforced viewing port. A wide smile painted her weary features.
Starting the mini-sub had been easy. Starboard had done it five times. It was 
just a simple series of thrown switches following a hearty pumping of a fuel 
button. Steering the vessel had been a bit more difficult, but all that action 
really required was the maneuvering of two steering bars which rose from the 
floor at the front of the mini-sub. Pushing both bars away from her caused the 
vessel to dive, pulling both bars towards her caused it to rise. Left forward and 
right back guided right, while right forward and left back guided left.  Start, 
slow and stop were operated from a handily marked lever to the right of the 
pilot's chair.
With growing confidence, the Girl Wonder brought the vessel out of the tunnel and 
into Raven's Cove.
Once she was sure that the sub had cleared the cliff wall, Batgirl pulled back on 
the sticks and brought the sub to the surface. Through the view port, the waning 
light of the setting sun reflected off of the water as it splashed on the glass. 
Batgirl, not completely confident in her ability to guide the vessel back to 
Gotham Harbor, steered the sub left toward the shore and the shadow of the hills 
silhouetted by the sun. She knew that it was not the same day as when she had 
entered the cove, but due to her ordeals, the young crime fighter could not even 
begin to guess what day it was or how long she had been in Pirate King's 
clutches. She was just glad to be free.
Within minutes, the mini-sub rocked with the impact of being beached on the 
shore. Batgirl kept the motors on "Ahead Full" for a minute to ensure that the 
vessel was completely beached before shutting the power in the sub down 
completely. She then made her way to the ladder to climb out through the hatch.  
Seawater from the hatch seal soaked her when she opened the steel door.
Exhausted, Batgirl climbed down from the sub and collapsed on the beach. Her 
breathing was heavy, as if she had just run ten miles, and her muscles were 
weary, as if she had run twice that. She knew that she should swim out to her 
father's boat to radio the Coast Guard, but her body would not respond. For the 
first time in days, she was safe and able to relax. Pirate King and his crew were 
trapped in their lair, the mini-sub was beached and secured, and the sand felt 
good beneath her.
"Just a few minutes," she told herself. She gasped as a cool sea breeze caressed 
her bare thighs. Somewhere in the distance, seagulls could be heard, squawking to 
one another. Her weary eyelids closed, Batgirl began envisioning herself relaxing 
on some tropical island. Absentmindedly, she cupped a handful of sand and began 
letting it run through her fingers. Soon, her breathing took on the rhythmic 
sounds of sleep, and Batgirl drifted away in bliss.

                *                               *                               *


Batgirl: Terror Cove
by Glavas K.
Part Four
Batgirl woke with a start, half expecting Pirate King and his men to be looming 
over her. They were not.
The sun had set and night had fallen. Overhead, a trillion stars twinkled on a 
sheet of darkest velvet. The only light was the glow of Gotham to the left of the 
scene, and even that seemed peaceful.
The mini-sub was still beached. Low tide had completed the Dark Angel's earlier 
task. Cautiously, but with a head groggy from sleep, Batgirl crept to the sub and 
began to silently search it. Within minutes, she crawled from its empty depths, 
relieved to find the vessel still empty.
Unsure of the time because her watch, as well as her utility belt, were still in 
Pirate King's lair, Batgirl decided that she could put off the swim to her 
father's boat no longer. Gracefully, she dove into the cool water and began the 
long swim out to the boat.
The swim was a long one. Too long. By the time she had reached the cabin cruiser, 
Batgirl was again exhausted. She clung to the rear ladder for a few minutes, just 
to get her breath.
"Guess I'm a little bit more tired that I thought I was," she said to herself.  
Her voice sounded loud out on the silent water. "That calls for a couple of days 
off, I think. Maybe some shopping."
With great effort, Batgirl hoisted herself out of the water and onto the deck of 
the cabin cruiser. She sat on the rear bench for a moment, to enjoy the view of 
the moonlit cove as much as to rest, before heading toward the radio. Water 
glistened on her skin and ran down her body in rivulets as she entered the cabin.
Without warning as she approached the radio, Batgirl felt the cold touch of two 
metal prongs in the small of her back. Suddenly, her body seized as thousands of 
volts of electricity entered her. Her teeth ground together and her limbs 
stiffened with the shock of the electric attack. Her whole body shook, causing 
her luscious breasts to jiggle in her bikini. Then the young woman found the 
floor rushing up to meet her. She lay panting and gasping, her muscles trembling 
from the assault.
After a few moments, she felt the two metal prongs press onto one of her ass 
cheeks. A short cry escaped the Girl Wonder's wet, red lips and then her body 
began to convulse again. She helplessly flopped on the floor, which was damp from 
her skin rubbing across it. The electricity shot through her ass and pounded her 
nervous system, turning Batgirl into nothing more than an abused puppet being 
thrashed by a wicked child.
When the prongs left her ass, she slumped into a heap. And there Batgirl lay, in 
a mound, as someone moved about behind her. Her mind screamed at her to get up 
and fight, but her tired, shocked muscles failed to respond. She breathed in 
pants, her heart hammering next to her laboring lungs.
The person behind her moved and, once again, Batgirl felt the metal prongs on the 
wet skin of her bare ass cheek. Another short, almost dog-like, cry escaped her 
and then her tongue jammed itself up against the roof of her mouth and her teeth 
clenched, cutting off any further cries. The young woman tried to shriek, but her 
throat was now closed off. Her body thumped against the floor, causing her 
muscles to batter themselves against the wood. Then, with a tremendous lurch, 
Batgirl's young body seized and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

                *                               *                               *

When Batgirl woke, it was still dark and there were men standing all around her. 
She was lying on the floor at the aft of her father's boat. Her arms were tightly 
bound with what appeared to be some of the cargo straps from her father's 
equipment. Her legs were spread and bound to the boat's benches with the same 
kind of cargo straps. She was not gagged, but Pirate King tightly held her head.
"Hello, there," he said. "Good to see you back with us."
"What did you do to me?"
Pirate King held up a familiar object: Batgirl's own electric prong Bat-stun gun.
"You should really make a habit of collecting your toys when you are done 
playing, Batgirl. Not many honest people out there, I'm afraid."
"How did you escape, you son of a bitch?"
Pirate King laughed. "Did you seriously think that I would hold up in some 
underwater cave with no way out? Did you think that I would allow myself to 
suffocate in the off chance that some do-gooder wrecked my sub? You insult me, 
Batgirl. And after all we've been through together."
"Fuck you."
"No, actually 'fuck you'." The blonde pirate began laughing again as his henchman 
Fore moved to kneel between the Girl Wonder's legs. To Batgirl's horror, the thug 
was undoing his pants-as were the other three henchmen.
"No! You can't!" Batgirl began to thrash around in her bonds, but they were too 
tight and the cargo straps were too strong.
"Oh, how couldn't I?" Pirate King asked as Fore tore the crimefighter's bikini 
from her svelte body. "If I killed you before letting my men have their way with 
you, I'd have a mutiny on my hands! I'd never be able to get another henchman on 
the East Coast, never mind Gotham!"
Fore crawled in between Batgirl's legs, his erect penis brushing against the 
girl's thighs.
"No! Please, don't!" Batgirl screamed as the thug lowered himself down on her.  
She shrieked when the head of his penis touched her pussy lips. Over his 
shoulder, Batgirl could see the other men lined up and stroking their erections.
Then Fore thrust his pelvis forward, burying his penis halfway inside of Batgirl. 
She cried out and then began wailing as the man muscled his way past her vaginal 
muscles. Soon, he was rhythmically thrusting into her with his face buried into 
the soft folds of her neck. Her smaller body was soon forced to fall into the 
rhythm of the sexual pounding, causing everything in her vision to be a blur. Her 
muscles strained against the rapist, but she was still too weak from the past few 
days. Her screaming stopped and was replaced by the gasps of air which were 
forced from her lungs.
Soon, however the man stiffened and seized, crushing her sleek body with his more 
powerful muscles. Inside of her, the man's penis spasmed and shot forth its milky 
load. As he came, he continually squeezed the young woman's body with his arms 
until she could no longer draw a breath. White spots appeared in Batgirl's vision 
and she feared that she would pass out-or did she welcome the release from the 
horror?
The man collapsed on her then, resting for a few minutes before pulling out of 
her and crawling away.
Aft took his place.
"No, please!" Batgirl begged, but the men just laughed.
"You probably wrecked our sub and, in doing so, our meal ticket," Pirate King 
leered from where he held the Caped-Crusader's head. "There will be no mercy for 
you, Batgirl."
The viscous Aft crouched down before Batgirl and entered her easily. With a 
wicked smile, the mean-spirited thug whom Batgirl had kicked in the groin days 
before, began thrusting. Batgirl gritted her teeth and tried to struggle against 
him, but, again, the man was too strong and she was still too weak. Her body 
collapsed beneath him and she was forced to endure another viscous rape.  Aft's 
hands mauled Batgirl's pert breasts, crushing them like dough. His pelvis slammed 
against her again and again, drawing involuntary gasps from her lips.  When he 
came in her, Aft squeezed her breasts with all the strength in his hands, causing 
Batgirl to scream in agony. Her screams, which threatened to vibrate her tender 
throat into raw meat, became sobs when the thug released her breasts. Those sobs 
continued well into the next rape, perpetrated by Port.
Port was slow. He pulled out of her and pushed into her slowly and deliberately. 
He grinned at the young crime fighter the entire time, even though her sobs 
caused her to have her eyes closed through most of the rape.  Several times, he 
rubbed her face tenderly, and each time she found herself pressing up against his 
hand. She would pull away, but the next time the thug tried the same ploy, 
Batgirl found herself again rubbing against his hand. She knew that she was only 
doing so because she was delirious, but it still sickened her.
Sometime during Port's turn, Pirate King released Batgirl's head and slipped 
away.
When Port stiffened to cum, he hurriedly pressed his lips against Batgirl's, 
eliciting a passionate kiss from the fatigued and shell shocked crime fighter.  
Deep into the kiss, Batgirl realized what was happening and tried to pull away.
Down in her pussy, Port's penis was pumping seamen into her defenseless vagina.  
Port's tongue jerkily probed the girl's mouth as he climaxed, until Batgirl tried 
to bite him. Port pulled his tongue away and then pulled out of the superheroine.
Starboard knelt down and maneuvered his way past the young woman's thighs and 
easily into her pussy. Batgirl gasped as the man's shaft slid into her. As the he 
trusted, Starboard rubbed his hands over every inch of her body, massaging and 
caressing her. He had enjoyed the reaction which Port had received through mock 
tenderness and decided to attempt some on his own. Batgirl's body, pounded into 
sexual meat, responded to his touch remarkably. She pressed up against his hands 
and groaned as he massaged her. Starboard's thrusts were slow but steady, and 
combined with his strong, sensual touch, threatened to drive the Dark Angel of 
Gotham over the edge. When Starboard climaxed, his cum spraying into the helpless 
heroine, he pressed his lips to Batgirl's as Port had done. The act, combined 
with the others, forced Batgirl over the cliff of sexual pleasure, and she came 
despite her numbed horror. Together, the rapist and the victim, the predator and 
the prey, both came and thrashed their bodies together. Starboard clutched at 
Batgirl and she forced herself up against him, milking his penis with her 
exhausted vaginal muscles. Then, the pair collapsed and panted together until 
Starboard pulled out and struggled to his feet.
"Good job, dude," Port congratulated his fellow henchman. Fore and Aft slapped 
Starboard on the back as the man tried to catch his breath.
Batgirl lay panting on the deck, her skin flushed and her eyes glazed. Her whole 
body was covered with sweat, although most of it was not hers.  Unconsciously, 
she gyrated her hips and rubbed her buttocks against the deck.
"Alright, get her up!" Pirate King ordered, stepping from the cabin. "Fun's 
over." Pirate King was dressed in black swim trunks; the letters "PK" were drawn 
over crossed cutlasses on the left hip. On his back was an air tank. In his hand 
he carried Batgirl's discarded air tank.
The henchmen released Batgirl's ankles and then bound them together as per Pirate 
King's directions. Around her waist, they secured three nondescript weight belts. 
Together, the henchmen unbound Batgirl's arms and maneuvered her air tank onto 
her back before re-securing the girl's arms. Her mask was situated on her face 
and they lifted her to the rear of the boat. She was too weak to resist.
"Well, here we are at the end of our relationship, Batgirl. It was enlightening 
and enjoyable, but, as they say, all good things must come to an end."
"You can't do this." Batgirl weakly whispered. "You can't kill me."
"I'm afraid I can and I will. And then we'll retrieve our sub and continue with 
our plans, sans interfering Batgirl, of course."
"You'll never get away with this!" Batgirl cried feebly.
Pirate King smiled.
"Oh, I'm afraid I already have."
With a strong shove, Pirate King pushed Batgirl over the side of her father's 
cabin cruiser. She managed to draw a deep breath before she plunged into the 
black water. Her body, weighed by the three weight belts, sunk quickly and soon 
she found herself lying on the bottom in the darkness. She had once held her 
breath for two and a half minutes, but that had been while relaxing in her room. 
Already, she could feel her lungs demanding air which she could not provide.
Next to her, her rebreather was floating in the darkness, precious air escaping 
into the tomb which Raven's Cove was quickly becoming.


Batgirl: Terror Cove
by Glavas K.
Part Five
Batgirl's finely honed deductive reasoning saved her from panicking and expelling 
her remaining oxygen.
She knew that if Pirate King meant for her to die right then and there, he would 
not have bothered to equip her with all her gear. She was sure that he wanted to 
kill her, but she was equally as sure that he intended to play with her some more 
first.
The beam of a flashlight from above confirmed her suspicions and filled her with 
both relief and dread at the same time. He was coming to momentarily save her, 
but also to violate and torture her until he saw fit as to leave her to her 
lonely and painful death at the bottom of Raven's Cove. With renewed 
determination to survive, Batgirl tried rubbing the cargo straps which bound her 
on some rocks beneath her.
It seemed to take forever for the Pirate King to complete his descent. The air in 
Batgirl's lungs was used up and her chest heaved with the strain of keeping that 
bad air in so that she would not involuntarily inhale the sea water and, in turn, 
her death. Her breasts bobbed violently before her, illuminated by the flashlight 
beam panning across her. Her beautiful cheeks were puffed out and misshapen with 
the strain of holding the oxygen in. Air bubbles were flowing out of the Girl 
Wonder's pouty, red lips in intervals which increased by the second. White 
flashes appeared in her limited vision as her brain reeled with the effort of 
keeping her young body together long enough to survive. Her muscles began to 
strain and twist, her attempt to cut herself free woefully forgotten. Her red 
mane flowed about her face as she violently began to thrash her head back and 
forth in a pitiful effort to stall for time.
Finally, The Dark Angel of Gotham could fight no longer, and her body released 
her spent up air in one mournful disgorge only to inhale two lungfuls of...
Air!
Her rebreather was thrust into her twisted mouth at the absolute last second, and 
Batgirl greedily sucked in lungfuls of stale tank air. She barely noticed Pirate 
King groping her lush body.
Pirate King slid his hands down her breasts and stomach to her legs, and then 
down to her feet where the villain untied her ankles. Gracefully, the blonde man 
wiggled out of his swim trunks and maneuvered himself between the helpless 
heroine's legs. Wisely, the Girl Wonder decided not to waste her energy on a 
useless struggle-she was still too weak, and her bonds prevented her from doing 
any real damage to her assailant. Instead she concentrated on trying to sever the 
cargo straps on the rocks beneath her.
Pirate King misinterpreted her movements as resistance, so he gladly doubled his 
efforts.
The villain's strong hands and arms pinned the Dark Knight Damsel to the rocky 
bottom while his knees separated her legs. The head of his large penis easily 
found the young woman's pussy. The feel of the helpless heroine's pubic hair 
rubbing against his cock as they both struggled in the dark only served to arouse 
Pirate King even more. He thrust himself upon the girl, burying his prick deep 
into Batgirl's unprotected pussy. The heroine grunted due to the force of the 
thrust and almost spit out the rebreather. She gulped down a mouthful of seawater 
while trying to reset the breathing device.
Pirate King continued to pound Batgirl's sex. When he settled into a steady, but 
brutal, rhythm, Batgirl realized that Pirate King's penis was much larger than 
any of his henchmen. Her pussy was already filled to capacity and felt ready to 
explode. The exhaustion and the abuse the young woman had received in the past 
few days was causing her to wear down almost immediately. Her mind reeled with 
the pleasure and pain that Pirate King was casting upon her. She could feel her 
body revving up for a massive orgasm, one which she had no control over...one 
which she felt she did not want any control over.  Unconsciously, her hands, busy 
at trying to free herself, relaxed, releasing the cargo straps from the pressure 
on the rocks. After a few more moments of being pounded, Batgirl began to massage 
her own body where she could reach it.  Her hands grabbed and rubbed her buttocks 
in rhythm with Pirate King's thrusting.
No, no, she thought. Can't give up... I've got to... fight him... got to...  
uhhhhhnnnnn!
Her body shuddered as an orgasm gripped her and shook her to the very core.  She 
closed her eyes and gasped heavily, expelling the rebreather from her quaking, 
red lips. Sea water began flowing freely into her mouth, but the Dark Angel 
seemed not to care. A tremendous orgasm possessed her and it seemed that even 
death would not stop it. Her lungs empty, Batgirl felt herself drawing in what 
could very well be her last breath. Her muscles trembled in a sexual shockwave 
that rolled from the deepest regions of her battered pussy. Her eyes clamped shut 
as her beautiful body unintentionally gave the Girl Wonder up to the sea.
And again, Pirate King saved her by thrusting her tank's rebreather past her lips 
and into her mouth. Air filled Batgirl's lungs as her orgasm rumbled on.  She 
then felt Pirate King stiffen. He clutched at her, grasping her into a crushing 
bear hug and pinning her to the cove's sandy floor. His penis spasmed over and 
over, pumping large quantities of seamen into Batgirl's unprotected pussy. 
Batgirl managed to moan through her debilitating orgasm, the realization of her 
continuous violations threatening to crush her spirit. When the Pirate King had 
finished cumming, he collapsed on top of the crime fighter, his breathing ragged 
through his mouthpiece.
Beneath the villain, Batgirl tried to clear her thoughts and compose herself.  
She knew that when he was done with her, Pirate King would most likely kill her, 
and, realistically, he could have been finished with her just then. She was also 
aware of the quality of air which she was breathing. It was stale and weak, which 
meant that her tank was nearly empty. Even if she could defeat Pirate King, she 
knew that there was not much time remaining after that. With renewed fervor, the 
Girl Wonder resumed trying to sever the cargo straps which bound her with the 
cove bottom's sharp rocks.
Pirate King stirred. Again, he mistook Batgirl's struggles to free herself with 
sexual movements. With an evil glint in his eyes, Pirate King floated up 
Batgirl's lithe body until his crotch was in her face. Unceremoniously, Pirate 
King removed Batgirl's rebreather and shoved his already stiffening cock into the 
young girl's mouth. Batgirl convulsed with surprise and revulsion. Now her 
precious, but dwindling air supply was gone and replaced with the pulsing, 
swollen member of the man she had grown to hate with all her being.
Pirate King grasped the girl's head and began thrusting. His powerful stabs with 
his prick caused much of the air in Batgirl's lungs to be expelled out into the 
black water. Batgirl was forced to encompass the villain's cock tightly with her 
full lips, creating an air-tight seal. In seconds, the Girl Wonder was giving the 
Pirate King the best blowjob he had ever received. Pirate King grunted with 
pleasure as the dying superheroine beneath him quickly brought him to the edge of 
orgasm.
Only her iron will to survive kept Batgirl from passing out from the horror and 
the exertion which she was being subjected to. With every plunge of the erect 
cock into her tender mouth, more air was escaping from her lovely, exposed body.
Inside her loins, however, she felt another orgasm building, but one which 
reminded her of what almost was her final orgasm with the Barnacle Dildo. A 
feeling of utter helplessness and defeat settled upon her. Her death was only 
moments away, and it would not be some glorious death where she gave her life to 
save the world, or even another human life. Her death would be virtually unknown, 
save by her hideous murderers. She was perishing as a powerless young woman who 
had been viscously used and abused beyond the point of reality. And that abuse 
would culminate with her embarrassing and ill-timed death, and possibly continue 
long after that.
Her orgasm built with the thought of her nude, beaten body being discovered 
washed up on some shore; every last shred of dignity taken from the once Girl 
Wonder, even in death. Pirate King's thrusting deep into her soft mouth 
punctuated the Dark Knight Damsel's despair. And as the Pirate King seized and 
began pumping large quantities of semen down the helpless heroine's throat, 
causing her to gag and draw in sea water along with the rapist's seed, Batgirl 
felt herself succumbing to darkness and death. And as she succumbed, she 
surrendered herself to a body wracking orgasm.
Pirate King gripped Batgirl's violated face and continued to spasm cum into her. 
She could no longer hold her breath, and her choking was causing her to suck in 
lots of salty water. Even the light from Pirate King's flashlight began to fade 
in her vision as the Dark Angel of Gotham allowed her eyes to roll back in their 
sockets.
It was only the Pirate King's sadistic nature which saved the withering young 
woman then. For the third time in one day, the villainous rapist jammed the 
discarded breathing device into Batgirl's slack mouth. Stale air was drawn into 
the girl's lungs, along with cum and seawater, however. Batgirl gagged and choked 
around the mouthpiece, but Pirate King held it in place. The Marvelous Maiden 
continued to cough as her sensual body slumped in her captor's arms. The dim, 
ghostly form of Pirate King began to come back before her blurred vision.  
Batgirl lay helpless in the man's arms, waiting for her air to run out.
His strong hands began to creep all over her body. He caressed her face, while 
enjoying her labored breathing. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them until she 
grimaced in pain, and then massaging them. He pressed down upon her belly, 
causing her neglected bladder to threaten to release. Finally, his fingers poked 
and probed her vaginal lips and the inner recesses of her sex. Batgirl weakly 
twisted and squirmed with the forced stimuli.
No!  She thought. He's going to keep having sex with me until my air runs out!  I 
can't let myself die while this monster pleasures himself on me. I've got to do 
something!
Pirate King squeezed Batgirl's clitoris and then slid his index finger deep into 
her pussy.
Ooooo... oooo... ggahhhhhh! No... I'm too weak... and...
Pirate King applied more pressure with his probing finger while sliding it in and 
out. Batgirl arched, her crotch pushing into the man's hands.
Ggahhhhhh!... oooo... and... it feels so... good... oh so goooggahhhhh!
With a wicked mental smile, Pirate King removed his own rebreather and lowered 
himself between the quaking Batgirl's legs. He easily pushed her trembling thighs 
apart and began licking and sucking on the Girl Wonder's clit. Batgirl's body 
reacted in turn, twisting and shaking with every touch of the man's aggressive 
tongue.
For a moment, Pirate King felt Batgirl pause in her gyrations, but she then 
seemed to double her shaking and grinding. She literally pulsated beneath him, 
with the lower half of her body pushing up into the man's face while the upper 
half ground into the floor of the cove. Pirate King quickened his pace in hopes 
of driving the interfering little brat mad with pleasure before her air ran out. 
He longed to see vacant brown eyes staring out at him from inside the girl's face 
mask.
Batgirl's mind fought what seemed to be a losing battle. She was fatigued and 
running out of air, but yet struggling to survive and not give in to the orgasm 
building inside of her.
Maybe I survived that last one, she thought, but this next one will surely...  
push me over the edge. I'll be a... a... quivering mess reacting only to... to 
Pirate King's pleasuring until... I'm out of air. If only I can hold on... hold 
on for a little longer... just a little longer...
Pirate King's tongue darted quickly in all directions, throwing the captive 
crusader closer and closer to oblivion. Batgirl fought to regain control of her 
body, but yet gyrated frantically beneath her tormentor. Soon, every nerve fiber 
in the young girl's body was screaming for release. White lights danced before 
her eyes, lights which would not even be extinguished when she jammed her eyes 
shut. The Pirate King was building up speed with his tongue, and Batgirl knew 
that she only had seconds left before she exploded with pleasure a pleasure which 
would shut her mind down to all but that pleasure.
Ooooohh... ooooohhh... Just a... little longer... oh pleeeease... I'm almost 
there... almost throooooooo!
With an almost atomic discharge of motion and muscle, Batgirl came. All the built 
up pleasure and tension released itself like a volcano from the young girl's 
body. Batgirl bit down on the rubber mouthpiece and screamed.
Pirate King looked up from his wicked task to admire his work to find the Girl 
Wonder... staring menacingly down at him from where she lay.
Batgirl's muscular legs clamped around Pirate King's neck like a vise and her 
hands grabbed his golden locks.
She's cut the cargo str--! was all he could think before Batgirl crunched herself 
into the man and pulled him into a viscous head butt. Pirate King's eyes glazed 
over and he released the air from his lungs as he passed out.
Quickly, Batgirl stuffed her own mouthpiece into the villain's mouth.
You're not gonna die on me, scumbag, she thought. I'm taking you to trial so you 
can rot in prison and feel what I've felt these past days!
The triumphant heroine then took his rebreather into her own mouth. The air taste 
crisp and clean compared to what came from her tank. After a couple of seconds of 
savoring the relatively new air, Batgirl bound the rapist with what remained of 
the cargo straps she had succeeded in severing on the rocks prior to her orgasm.
Wearily, the exhausted heroine began the ascent to the surface and her father's 
boat.
After a few minutes of rising, she came into view of the boat, but suddenly 
remembered the four henchmen.
I don't know if I have the strength, but I have to take them. I might be able to 
hide and rest for a few minutes on the boat, but I know that I'm too weak for the 
swim to shore. I'll have to chance it.
Cautiously, Batgirl broke the surface with her unconscious prisoner.
Suddenly, a light was in her eyes. Someone moved above her and a voice bellowed 
through the night.
"Captain! Over here!"
Batgirl, preparing herself to dive underwater to escape Pirate King's gang, felt 
a rope brush against her cheek. Then there were several loud splashes in the 
water around her.
"U.S. Coast Guard, ma'am!" Called the voice from the boat's deck. "Grab the rope. 
We'll get you on board."
Then several strong hands relieved her of her burden and she was helped aboard.

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"Well, Batgirl, I would like to offer you the thanks of the Coast Guard on this 
one" the gray-haired Coast Guard captain said to her as he handed her a mug of 
hot chocolate. The mug has "Paris" written on it along with a drawing of the 
Eiffel Tower.
"We just couldn't nail these guys down, but you got 'em for us. Super job!" He 
patted her on the shoulder before sitting on the corner of his desk. The Coast 
Guard cutter bobbed slightly.
"Anytime I can help you to get a sleezebag like Pirate King locked up, you just 
give me a call. And thank you, by the way, for the clothes. Again, I apologize 
for my appearance, but Pirate King and his gang really did a number on me."
The captain held up his hand.
"Please, Batgirl. You have no need to apologize for anything. You were a victim 
in this just as much, if not twice as much, as anyone else. I have the ship's 
doctor coming down to take a look at you, just as soon as he's done patching up 
Pirate King's men. We had to shoot two of them after they pulled weapons on my 
men, but they should be alright."
"Too bad," Batgirl mumbled with a smile from the lip of her mug.
The captain laughed.
"So, how did you find me, Captain?"
"Well, some young lovers came down here to Raven's Cove to smooch and scare each 
other, but they ran across the sub on the beach. They had the sense to call it 
in. We were just checking out this vessel when we engaged Pirate King's thugs.
"How did you get a hold of the commissioner's vessel?"
"Well, Captain, I knew that the commissioner was busy with his search for the 
pirates, so I asked his daughter if I could borrow the boat. She gladly gave it 
to me. Did you contact Commissioner Gordon?"
"We certainly did. He's enroute with Bruce Wayne in Wayne's vessel. But where is 
young Ms. Gordon? She wasn't involved here, was she? Is she ok?"
Batgirl smiled. "She's fine, Captain. She's actually on vacation..." The young 
woman glanced at the older man's mug and her smile broadened.
"...In France."

The End

Follow Batgirl's continuing adventures as she travels to France for holiday, but 
ends up falling into the trap of a viscious killer in "Last Gasp"!