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"WONDER WOMAN - STILL MISSING!"  screamed the New York Times.

"AMAZON IN PERIL?" asked the Washington Post.

"FORMER PRESIDENT TELLS INTERNS:  KILTS BETTER THAN TROUSERS!!" screamed  an Aussie-owned supermarket tabloid.

Whatever.   Frantic crimefighters all around the country have spent the last few days shaking down their snitches or leaning on crime lords, desperate to follow any lead, any rumor about the whereabouts of the famous super heroine, missing for over two weeks.

In Gotham, Barbara Gordon, lovely daughter of the Police Commissioner has also been concerned about the Amazon's disappearance.  In her secret identity as Gotham's famous Batgirl, she has scoured the city's streets, following leads and working her string of informants in search of any word about Wonder Woman.  All clues point toward Washington, D.C., the current base of the Amazon Princess.

Shortly after midday, a familiar figure in black roars out of a seldom used alley in Gotham and gets onto the super slab heading toward D.C.  The famous BatBike is a modified 1100cc German sport bike with large plastic sidebags, several innovative adaptations on its dashboard and a souped-up nitrous-oxide enhanced engine. The distaff Dark Knight of Gotham wears her black leather-and-rubber bodysuit (which hugs every curve of her 38C-24-34 body like a second skin).  The uniform includes a cowl, short cape, boots and gauntlets. A black matte full-face helmet with a smoked visor protects her head, but some of the short and fake red hair attached to her cowl hangs out the bottom of the helmet in back.  As she shifts her body, counter-steering through the corners, her taut leather-clad butt rubs against the naugahyde saddle making slight squeaking sounds.

Soon after sundown, the bike roars off the Beltway and enters D.C.  Batgirl drives to meet a snitch she has used before, *Minnie the Moocher*.  After finding the pathetic creature, the snitch tells her of a new villain in town, out to make a name for himself.   He might be out for a *rep* - he might be taking on super heroes.  Batgirl is told that this new villain, calling himself *the Hunter*, has *something big* going on this evening.   An hour later, Batgirl's BatBike cruises slowly along a quiet residential street in northwest D.C., her eyes straining for a particular house number.

After a few moments of nearly-silent cruising, the heroine sights the address in question.  Stopping her bike in the middle of the street across from a tall iron gate - the entrance to the property, she strains to see anything but the house is surrounded by a thick band of trees and a high stone wall.  Cruising further down the block, the Mistress of the Night finds a convenient hideaway for her bike.

The statuesque heroine climbs off her customized sport-touring bike and stands beside it, her leather-shod legs creaking as she lifts them over the saddle.  She removes her helmet and her short red hair cascades down the back of her neck as she shakes her head from side to side.   She attaches her helmet to a lock on the bike and shoves the bike into some nearby bushes.  Finished, Batgirl moves away from her bike and approaches the wall around the estate.  Her muscular legs snap like powerful springs and the woman easily vaults over the stone wall, landing quietly inside the estate, crouching against one tree.

She pauses a moment to see whether an alarm was raised by her invasion of the estate and, seeing nothing, the Cowled Crusader rises and moves off through the trees, eventually pausing at the inner edge of the tree line where she again crouches to scout ahead.   Beyond a twenty-yard-wide lawn Batgirl spies a tall stately home bathed in lights glowing from several rooms.  The crimefighter scans the scene and sees several men armed with Mac-10 machine pistols, obviously guarding approaches to the mansion.  The circular driveway near the house is occupied by eight or ten limousines, each in turn guarded by one or two more men, carrying various types of weapons.

"There's enough firepower out here to fight a small war," Batgirl muses silently.  "Can't use the front door, obviously.  Wonder what they have in back of the house?" she decides and rises to her feet and uses the cover of the trees to move around the side of the house.  Seeing more guards, Batgirl sneaks through the woods and around the side of the mansion until she spies a relatively quiet and apparently unguarded area in the rear.  She's about to rush toward the building when she sees the guard for this sector.  The man is less than three meters away!  Like her, he's on the edge of the tree line, but the guard is busily engaged in pissing on a tree, his machine pistol slung over one shoulder.  Batgirl knows she could easily take this man out but doesn't want to risk revealing her presence prematurely.  Carefully and stealthily, the caped crusader rises to a crouch and sneaks past the pisser and over to the side of the mansion without getting a reaction from the wayward guard.

Scanning the building's wall, Batgirl spies a drain pipe which she uses to pull herself up to a second-story window ledge.  By the time the *Whizzer* returns to his proper guard post, the caped cutie has her black calf-high boots firmly planted on the ledge and her back against the window.   The Mistress of the Night turns carefully and looks through the window at a long hallway with several doors on either side.  After a brief look at  the window's frame, Batgirl determines that she has to cross the fine line between being an officer of the court and being a vigilante - she will have to break in to get inside the mansion.   She can't wait for the legal niceties - if Wonder Woman is in here, she might be in trouble!

Batgirl pulls a suction cup and glass cutter from pouches on her utility belt.  After affixing the suction cup to the pane, she uses the glass cutter to trace a circle around the suction cup and in seconds she's made a large hole in the window.  Carefully reaching her hand through the hole, Batgirl opens the window latch and drops into the end of the hallway.

She can hear noises downstairs. "Probably some kind of party," she muses as she moves toward the first door. Placing a delicate ear against the door, the caped crimefighter listens for any sounds beyond the door but hears nothing.  Checking another door across the hallway the same way, she again hears nothing inside.  Batgirl is about to check a third door when she notices a thin sliver of light seeping under a door near the end of the hallway.

Tiptoeing down the hall, Batgirl again leans her head against the door to listen for sounds within the room.   Once again she hears nothing.  Carefully, she turns the doorknob but the door fails to open - the door is locked.  Batgirl pulls a lock pick from its pouch on her utility belt and in a quick three seconds, a slight *click* brings a grin to the woman's face and the door slowly swings into the room.  Peering around the door into the room, Batgirl quickly sees that this room is an unoccupied office or a den.

"Maybe I can find out if this Hunter guy has taken Wonder Woman prisoner!" Batgirl reasons as she enters the room.  The room is obviously some kind of office.  There's a long built-in bookshelf along one wall and a computer station along another wall.  Near the window is a huge flat-topped oak desk and plushy chair.  Batgirl examines the bookshelf and iMac© computer station but finds nothing which might indicate a hidden room or signs that the Wonder Woman is a prisoner here.

"Maybe there's something in his desk," she decides and moves over to the desk, standing between it and its chair.  She spots nothing on the desk but she's starting to get a bit nervous.  "For a new super villain, this bozo is either very trusting or very stupid!  I can't believe I haven't tripped a dozen alarms or traps yet.  Well, that's no reason to get careless.   But if I don't find anything in this desk, I'm outta here," Batgirl concludes.

As the distaff Gotham  knight settles her taut, nearly-naked butt onto the plush chair, she lightly runs her fingertips across the front of the desk, delicately touching the wooden surface and metalwork with her slim gloved fingertips searching for hidden buttons or switches.  Finding none, she again uses her lockpick to open the center drawer and quickly scans its contents.  After finding nothing incriminating, she closes the drawer and begins to check the drawers on either side of the desk.

Unfortunately, Hunter DID have a trap set.  When Batgirl shut the center drawer, she was *supposed* to lock it.  When the lock wasn't set, a circuit failed to close and several lights around the house began to blink slightly, alerting Hunter and his staff that someone was tampering with the desk.   At the same time, Batgirl suddenly felt a sharp pinprick in her left buttock.  "What the . . .?" she says, rising to her feet and turning to inspect her butt and the seat.   Suddenly she sees the end of a small needle sticking upward from the seat cushion, a drop of some liquid oozing from the tip of the hypodermic.

"I don't know what the Hell I did," Batgirl suddenly realizes, "but I better get out of here before whatever was in that needle . . . uuhnh . . . affects me."  The dark-clad heroine sways slightly and her vision fogs over briefly as a strange sensation suddenly invades her mind.  Batgirl moves to the nearest window but it overlooks the circular driveway and currently is filled with almost a dozen men with lots of weapons.   With a brief cry of frustration, Batgirl turns back toward the door, intent on getting away from this place as soon as possible, exiting the way she entered the house.

When she's just a foot from the door, it suddenly opens and Batgirl sees the silhouette of a large man standing in the doorway.   "Well, well, well," a deep voice says, "I seem to have found a burglar going through my things!  I'm here in D.C. less than two weeks and already thieves have made me a target!"

"N-no . . ." the surprised woman says, stepping backward, "not a crook, I'm . . . I'm Batgirl!  I'm looking for . . .Wonder Woman and was told you might . . .  nnnhh . . . might have infor- . . . information."  Again the heroine sways and this time her hand goes up to the side of her head to steady her vision and balance.  Suddenly, she seems much warmer than when she entered this place, and not because she's wearing a leather and rubber full bodysuit.

Batgirl can feel her heart rate accelerating, beating as fast and (it seems) as loudly as a jackhammer.  "Batgirl, hunh?" the man says in his deep and soothing voice, stepping into the room and approaching the heroine.   "Tsk, tsk, tsk.  What gives you do-gooders the right to violate my privacy?" the man says, turning on the room's lights.  "By the way, you may call me Hunter."

Batgirl finally gets a good view of the man and sees an Asian man over six feet tall and with very broad shoulders.  He's wearing a jodhpurs - tan riding pants with wide bulges on the side of either thigh, knee-high black boots, a white turtleneck sweater and a tan vest with odd symbols above the left breast.  Tan deerskin gloves cover his hands.  His short hair is as black as the night outside.  The man seems to be in his mid-twenties and has a well-developed physique.   "Look," Batgirl says, trying to bluster her way out of this situation, "I-I'm not feeling well.  Let me leave and I won't have to file any charges against you."

"File charges?" Hunter roars, "against ME?!  Excuuusse me, but I believe YOU broke into MY house.  Perhaps I should call the police abut YOU!"  When another spasm of . . . whatever(!) passes through the heroine, she realizes she must leave.  NOW!  Something is very definitely happening to her and she doesn't know what the outcome will be.

"Excuse me," Batgirl says as she tries to brush past the man to get to the door.   Hunter reacts swiftly and throws one arm across the heroine's front so that as she moves toward the door, her breast impacts against his outstretched arm.  When her tits touch his arm and are pressed inward, she suddenly feels an electric shock blast from her nipples back into her body.  She spasms and staggers backward away from his arm and raises her hands to cover her breasts.  "Wh-what did you DO to me!" she cries as her vision gets blurry and a massive wave of heat and arousal passes through her body.

Hunter smiles and steps toward the heroine, hands raised as if he intends to push her backward.  Batgirl wastes no time in charging at the man, making a flying leap with her leg extended toward the man's chest.  "If I can't go around him," she decides, "I'll go through him!"

As her booted foot flies towards the man's chest, he suddenly waves one arm in a wide sweeping circle, catching her ankle in mid-air and deflecting her flying kick so the woman's boot heel smashes into the den's wall.  She falls awkwardly to the ground, her ankle sending lances of pain to her brain.  Before the heroine can react, Hunter reaches down and puts one of his massive hands in each of her armpits and lifts the woman to her feet, then raises her higher so that her boot heels are off the floor and she hangs from his hands.

Hunter turns her so that they're face to face, just inches apart.  Suddenly, his head darts forward and his lips lightly caress her lips in a gentle kiss.  Again, before the woman can react, his lips pull back slightly and he runs his tongue across her lips, teasing her.  For some unexplained reason, she starts to respond to him, opening her lips slightly in anticipation of his penetration.  When he pulls away, she feels somehow she's been cheated.  Her mind doesn't understand why her body is responding so easily to this man's actions.

Smiling at the woman's reactions, Hunter lowers the heroine to the floor and slips his hands from her armpits to wrap around her back.  He roughly pulls the woman toward him, crushing her large magnificent breasts against his steel-hard chest.  Her nipples suddenly seem like they are on fire from his touch, feel like they're vibrating and glowing from the heat in them.  The heroine moans slightly and shudders from this contact.

"Mmnnhh," she moans, aware that her crotch is suddenly wet, "wh-what's happening . . . to me?"   Again her vision blurs, her head swims and her temperature seems to rise well above normal.  "Stop . . . stop, please," she begs, her arms suddenly too weak to break his powerful grip around her upper body.   For some reason, this man's bear hug is powerfully erotic to the caped crimefighter, something to be enjoyed, not feared or resisted.   Hunter again squeezes the woman against his chest and she suddenly falls limp in his arms, her head lolling backward as she moans from his attentions and her body betrays her by its massive surge of arousal.

The man moves Batgirl backwards toward the desk until her butt collides with the edge of the desk.   He releases his bear hug and the heroine settles down on the edge of the desk, one foot on the floor, the other an inch or so above the floor.  One hand is set palm-down on the desk to help her stay upright.  She looks up at the man, her eyes questioning him, begging him to tell her what's happening to her body.  As if he has telepathy, Hunter leans back from the heroine and smiles at her.  "When you broke into my desk, Batgirl," he says, "you were hit with a chemical cocktail of my own design - part muscle relaxant, part hallucinogenic but mostly an aphrodesiac.  As the stuff pumps through your body, you're going to become more and more aroused, my dear, and your muscles will shut down and your brain will lose touch with reality. Right about now, I suspect, you're beginning to realize that you NEEED something, and you need it NOW!  Am I right?"

"Mmmnnhhh," the heroine moans, one delicate hand rises to unhook her cape (which falls onto the top of the desk) and the top fasteners of her tunic. She then brusquely pulls down the top of her black tunic to expose her breasts, clad as they are in a black sports bra.  With practiced skill, she slides it off her body and over her head, dropping it beside the desk. Her fingers cup one and tease one of her nipples while her other hand moves to her crotch to begin fingering her clit through the thick fabric between her legs.  Her efforts against her crotch fail to scratch the itchy feeling *down there*.  "Oooohhhh, it's not working, you bastard!" she finally hisses at the man, "I need a fuck mmnnnhh and I need one NOWWW!"

The drugs have overwhelmed her usually detached and logical mind.  Not even waiting for Hunter to respond, Batgirl suddenly reaches down to open the clasp on her utility belt, letting it fall off her waist to lie on the floor at her feet. She then slips her left hand behind her back and unhooks the remaining veclro bindings on her tunic.  At the same time, she sticks the end of her right glove between her teeth and slowly pulls her hand away from her face, leaving her elbow-length glove dangling from her lips.  Her lips part and the black leather garment falls onto the floor at her feet.  A moment later and her other glove joins its mate on the floor.   She then pulls off her tunic, baring her entire torso from her waist upward, exposing her taut, delicious breasts.

As the man looks at the rapidly faltering heroine and smiles, she slides her costume down past her waist and hips to bunch up at her knees.  Hunter leans down and slowly removes her boots and helps the heroine by pulling her costume off her legs.  Her body shines with a thin layer of perspiration, caused by exertion but also by his drug mix.  There's nothing covering the woman's body below her cowl.  Her taut breasts point at Hunter like half-submerged missiles.  Slowly, her hands reach out toward the Hunter as if she wants to drag him to her, as if she NEEDS to feel him against her body.

The villain smiles at the woman and lightly places one hand on her bare left bicep.  To the drugged heroine, his touch is the most powerfully erotic sensation she's ever had.  She leans against his arm, absorbing his energy and warmth.  She moans and her head falls onto her chest, her eyes closed, as a massive surge of pleasure passes through her body.   When Hunter puts his other hand on the woman's ribs below her breast, Batgirl feels like an electric current is flowing between the man's hands.

"Mmmnnhhh," she moans again, "DOOOOO MEEEEEE!" she cries out, her hands grabbing his elbows in an attempt to pull him closer to her.   Hunter seems to comply - he takes a half-step forward - then his hands abruptly reach up and envelope the woman's large breasts.   He slowly and teasingly brushes a thumb across each of her blood-engorged nipples causing the woman to shudder in ecstacy.  When he presses his thumbs forward, crushing the ruby nubs against her breast bone, Batgirl nearly faints from the effect.

"GOOOOOOODDDDDDSSSS!" she cries out, her head snapping backward, her back arching over the desktop, driving her breasts against his strong hands.  A small stain suddenly appears on the thin black satin panties covering her crotch as her sweet love lubrication pumps from her vagina.  The heroine's hands rise in an attempt to pin his hands against her breasts but Hunter pulls one hand away and as his other hand kneads one breast, he deftly rips away her panties, baring her raven bush.   Then this new villain leans close to the woman and slips three fingers between her legs, teasing her nether lips.

The distracted damsel moans and shudders visibly when his fingers slide between her legs.  She tries to press her pussy against his fingers but the evil villain pulls them out before she can pin them between her thighs.  Hunter raises one eyebrow and smiles evilly as he watches the woman become a shameless hust before his very eyes.  He notes approvingly that her black bush is neatly trimmed and the skin around it seems almost inflamed from her arousal.  As Batgirl writhes and moans on the edge of his desk, Hunter reaches across the desk and picks up a set of handcuffs lying on the far edge of the desk.  In seconds, he manages to cuff the heroine with her hands behind her back.  "FFFUUUCCCKKKKKK MMEEEEEE!" the out-of-control heroine demands, oblivious to her situation, aware only of a burning and yearning in her cunt.

Each time his hands touch her sweat-glistened body, she shudders in paroxysms of pleasure.  The man reaches one hand up to her face and grabs the edge of her cowl.  As he starts to lift the mask and expose the rest of her face, the befuddled girl manages to comprehend what he's doing.  "Puh-please," she begs him, "d-don't take off my mask.  It's . . . it's all I have left."

Hunter smiles at the heroine, then reveals why he's a *villain*.  He lowers his hand away from her mask and proceeds to lightly run the well-manicured nails of his fingertips across the woman's exposed skin - her steely abs, her fat-free ribs, her back and of course, her breasts.  The delicacy of his touch and the sharp edge of his nails drives the woman insane with pleasure.  Then when she thinks she's at the peak of pleasure, Hunter again slips one hand down between the woman's legs and sloowwly drags his hand up the inside of her thigh, stopping just below her cunt.   He slides his thumb upward and gently applies pressure to the woman's blood-engorged clit - now so large, it sticks out past its *hood* almost a quarter of an inch!

As he presses the enlarged clit against her pelvic bone,Batgirl explodes in a powerful, teeth-rattling orgasm.  "mn mn mMNNNNHH  . . .  AH AH AH AHAIIIIIEEEEEE!" Batgirl cries out, sagging back against the desk.   The once-formidable heroine writhes helplessly on Hunter's desk, begging and pleading for him to penetrate her pussy while the heinous villain continues to lightly stroke her body, fueling another massive orgasm for the woman.

The man again reaches across the desk and this time grabs a small bottle with an atomizer on top of it.   As Batgirl struggles to snuggle with Hunter, he points the atomizer at her lips and sprays a light film on them.   The woman's tongue darts out and runs across her lips, lapping the moisture off her ruby lips.

"NG NG NG NG NG NGNGHHHH!!" Batgirl moans as the chemicals in the spray pass into her system and massively strengthen the effects of those already in her body.  Her eyes, now completely dilated and out of focus, close and open as orgasm after orgasm wracks her perfect body.

Once again Hunter runs his hand up the woman's neck, across her check, and to the edge of her cowl.  Again he starts to remove the tight fabric covering the top of her head.  Amazingly enough, the woman still has the presence of mind to again complain, "Please . . . please don't nnnhhh don't take my mask off, I aaahhhh I beg you.  Anything . . . anything but that, please."

"Still you resist me?  You have far too much will left, BatBitch," Hunter says, casually moving his hand away from her cowl.  "Well, I see I must work a bit before I can *own you*," the man concludes.  "Then I WILL take ANYTHING I want, INCLUDING your precious mask!"  Hunter easily scoops the limp woman up in his arms tosses her over one shoulder, her alabaster buttocks beside his cheek and her long legs dangling down in front of him.  One of his massive hands cups her buttock and holds her in place, his other hand runs up the inside ofher leg, up to the crack in her ass where he drags his nails up the inside of her anus, causing the woman to cry out in pleasure and shudder from another massive orgasm.

Hunter walks slowly toward the doorway, blowing softly on the heroine's butt cheek.   His hands and warm breath keep the woman fully aroused and aching for sexual release.  They pass into the hallway and he carries the helpless woman down the hall and down the main staircase into the mansion's main hallway.  He plans to take his captive down to his *play room*, but first he's going to score some points with his guests.

Batgirl has almost no sense of where she is or what's happening to her - except where his hands are on her body.  His touch is like fire now, burning her skin in some dark, exciting, arousing and erotic way.  The only part of costume left on her body is her cowl.   Hunter decides that before the night is through, this *heroine* will beg for him to remove her cowl!

At the bottom of the wide oak staircase, Hunter pauses long enough to look into the living room at his guests.  Catwoman, the Joker, Mr. Freeze and several InterGang chiefs are lounging there, awaiting the return of their host.   "Ah, saaayyy," Hunter's voice booms, "would you folks care to watch me demolish the mighty Batgirl?"

An observer would swear that a bomb had been found in the room.  The criminal elite gathered there suddenly leaps to their feet and rushes toward the hallway, causing a minor traffic jam in the narrow doorway.   As they gather around Hunter, voicing doubts that he does have the famous crimefighter, they slowly realize that perhaps this woman IS Gotham's Mistress of the Night, especially when Hunter's lieutenant, Mr. Crusher, follows him down the steps carrying the heroine's costume in his oversized hands.

Hunter, still carrying and caressing Batgirl, leads the entourage into his *dungeon* in the mansion's basement.   Once there, he carries the barely conscious heroine to a specially-designed wooden table.  He releases one of her wrists from its handcuff and lays the woman on her back on the table.  Her arms are stretched over her head and the handcuff's chain is quickly linked with another chain.   Her wrist is then returned to the open cuff.  The other end of the table ends just above her crotch and her legs would hang over the edge of the table but for two *legs* on the table's end.  When her ankles are slipped into waiting manacles on the wooden legs, the whole arrangement adjusts so that the heroine now lies flat on her back, her legs spread wide.

Hunter fashions a wide leather strap across the heroine's slender waist, cinching it so tightly that the drugged woman moans in pain.   As the assembled criminals look at the helpless heroine, Hunter smiles and shows another unique feature of his table.  Manipulating controls on one side of the table, he can raise or lower either end of it.  First the end with her head sinks toward the floor and the two boards holding her legs rise upward into the air, until the woman in hanging head-down on the tilted table.  After throwing other switches the woman's legs lower toward the ground and the end with her head rises.  The only thing keeping her on the table are the belt across her waist and her cuffed wrists and ankles.

Again the woman moans as her body's weight on the cuffs puts a cruel strain on her elbows and shoulders.

"How'd yah grab her!"     "Let us have her!"     "I'll give you half a million for her!" the criminals yell at Hunter, drooling at the vision of one of their greatest foes helplessly reacting to Hunter's swivelling table.

"Get over here and give me a hand, Mr. Crusher,"  Hunter commands his lieutenant.  The hulking giant moves over to the side of the table and stands near the control levers.  Suddenly everyone sees how he got his name - his hands are HUGE.  He could quite easily crush six walnuts at the same time in each of those gigantic paws.

Hunter slips a large ball gag into the heroine's mouth, then steps back a little to stand in the gap between her legs.   "Bring her around, Mr. Crusher," Hunter commands, and again the head of the table drops down and her feet rise into the air.  Reaching under the table, Hunter pulls out two thin hoses.  "I always say," Hunter says to the assembled criminals, "a clean crimefighter is a DISCIPLINED crimefighter!"

As the criminals look on with glee, Hunter puts the hoses into Batgirl's ass and vagina, then picks up a roll of duct tape.  He quickly cuts off several strips which he uses to secure the two hoses so they won't easily leave the woman's holes.

"Whatcha gonna use, loverrrr?" Catwoman yells at him.  "If you use milk, yah gotta let me lick her - mmrreeoooWWWWWRRRR!" the felonious feline purrs.

"I have chust da ting for you, Hunter," Mr. Freeze says in his Austrian accent, "how about zome ICE WATER!  Haw, haw, haw!"

"Thank you, one and all," Hunter says, smiling at his guests, "but I have my own conCOCKshun, if you will excuse the pun."  Hunter bends and turns on a small motor and the hoses begin to throb and weave as his mysterious liquid rises up the hoses and pumps into the heroine's nether holes.  After a few seconds, Batgirl suddenly seems to come to life - she moans pitieously and begins to writhe on the up-ended table.  Batgirl tries to move her legs and waist but the ankle cuffs and the leather restraining belt give her no leeway.  Her cries become louder and louder as the motor continues to hum.

"You might move away from the, uh, move away from *downrange*," Hunter says, laughing.  "I'm sure my little douche and enema will stay inside Batgirl, but, well, if you pardon the pun again, *shit happens*!"   Whether in response to his crappy puns or the sight of Batgirl writhing helplessly and in great pain, the assembled elite of crimedom laughs uproariously as they move to the sides of the table.

"What's in the stuff, Hunter?" one of the InterGang chiefs asks.

"I start with a base of warm Southern grits . . ."

"Oh, FUCK!" Catwoman says, making gagging motions.

"Southern Belle should be here!"  the InterGang chief for Memphis says, referring to a crimefighter in his town.  "I'll bet that girl LOVES to eat her grits!"

". . . to which I add my own little *COCKTAIL*," again Hunter grins at his bon mot, "part hallucinogenic, part muscle relaxant, and a large dose of Spanish Fly!"

"Hey, Hunter," the Joker says, faking anger at his host, "leave the puns to me!  I gotta reputation to maintain!"

Hunter smiles, then squats and turns off the motor, after which he rises and looks at his helper.  "I'd like to see her face, if you please, Mr. Crusher," Hunter says softly.  The table begins to move and the end with her legs drops toward the floor while the other end rises until Batgirl is almost vertical.   The woman's eyes are open again, the latest batch of drugs haven't had their effect yet, obviously.  Her eyes are wide open and even with her mask in place, she is obviously begging him to stop abusing her body and release her.

The sadistic villain releases the ball gag and as the woman works her lips and tongue to ease the pain caused by the gag, Hunter's hand reaches toward the woman's head.  He lightly caresses her check and the woman leans her head into his hand, unable to resist his hand, enjoying his caress.  When his hand goes up to her cowl and she realizes that he still might unmask her before her worst enemies, the woman begins crying.  Through the sobs and tears, she begs, "Puhleeeezzzeee, Hunter, I beg you!  Don't let them see my face!  My friends, my family . . . no one will ever have a safe moment . . ."

Hunter SLAPS the heroine with tremendous force, tossing her head to one side.  "YOUR friends?  YOUR family?!?  What about THEIR family and friends?!" he roars at the woman, his arm sweeping toward his guests.  "For far too long," he continues, cupping his hand under her chin, "you FUCKING *heroes* have beat on criminals, subjected them to the indignities of court trials and jail . . .  You make our lives, our livelihoods a living Hell.  And you whine to me about your silly mask!"  Hunter can see that the latest shot of drugs is affecting the woman but she still has too much will.  Despite her situation, as he drags his gloved finger tips across her magnificent breasts, the heroine moans and shudders.

Now that her vagina and anus have been filled with his chemical mix, the drugs will seep through the thin membrane in her holes and enter her bloodstream.  When they *flush* out of her system, into her stomach, they will pool in her anus and begin the cycle anew.  As long as she can't piss or crap, she will be continuously aroused, continuously weak, and continuously hallucinating. 

As the heroine looks around the room at her foes, she notices Mr. Crusher standing in one corner, holding a video camera on her.  "Keep shooting, Mr. Crusher," Hunter intones, "while we take this crimefighter where no heroine has gone before!"  

"How . . .  how much more mmmnh more are you going to do to meeee?" the heroine whines, turning her head away from the camera.  Again Hunter reaches up to her face and runs the tip of one finger around the edge of her cowl.

"Until you admit that I am your master, Batgirl.  Until you BEG ME to fuck you, to remove your mask, and beg me to put my cock in your mouth, BatBitch!  Only when you ADMIT that I OWN your lily white ass will I give you some peace.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"  Batgirl tries to look at Hunter with defiance but her body shudders uncontrollably from the drugs and enema.

"Ohh Goddddssss, yessss!  I . . . I can't take any more," she sighs, "do whatever you want, tell me what you want me to do, just . . . just stop tormenting me like this!" 

Hunter suddenly turns to his guests.  "Leave now!" he commands, "I want to spend a few moments with my newest slave!"  

"Take her mask off, first," Catwoman demands. 

"Fuck her first!" Joker yells. 

"All in good time, my friends!" Hunter says.  "Please return to the living room.   Take care of them, Mr. Crusher.   Return to me when they are all settled back in the living room.  My friends, I'll be upstairs shortly!" 

The exhausted heroine sags back onto the table, drained both physically and mentally by her ordeal.  At least her cowl is still on, she sighs to herself.  She might not be able to resist Hunter, but at least no one will go after her father back in Gotham.   Now, if he would just slip a large piece of meat between her legs - GOD how her cunt burns for his dick - ANY dick, in fact.  Her spirits begin to soar when the villain moves close to her face.  As his hands begin to stroke her rock hard abs and one breast, the man leans close to her face and runs his tongue lightly across her lips.  She opens them hungrily, as if she intends to devour his tongue.   When his tongue slips between her lips and begins probing her mouth, the woman moans deeply.  A quick pair of orgasms wrack her body and the last vestiges of any resistance drift away like summer smoke.

"PLEASE FUCK ME!" she begs him.  Her eyes, blurry from all of the drugs in her body, beg him to scratch the itch between her legs.   Hunter hums softly to himself, leans down and changes the hoses from the grits-and-drugs cannister to another.  He clicks on the motor and rises, moving from between her legs to stand beside them.  The heroine's body shudders and convulses as more liquid pours into her twin holes.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!" she screams at her tormentor.  "SSTTOOOOPPP!! PLEASE STOOPP!!" 

Suddenly the volume inside her exceeds her limits.  She's in great pain that suddenly soars higher when the duct tape holding the hoses in place breaks free.  As the tape gives, ripping off her skin and her bush, abrading her skin and uprooting cunt hairs, the hoses shoot out of her vagina and anus and a muddy, viscous liquid pumps out of the heroine, soiling her lower body and legs and the floor around the table.  Crying, she can only watch dully when Mr. Crusher comes back into the dungeon and moves toward her holding a garden hose in his hands.

Suddenly a powerful jet of cold water hits the woman and plays against her stomach, crotch and legs, washing her mess away.  Batgirl screams and struggles valiantly to escape this further humiliation but is too weak and too tightly restrained to do anything.  After a few minutes the water has warmed up slightly and Crusher moves closer, directing the powerful spray up into the woman's crotch, flooding her vagina with water.  Again she screams and bucks as the stream hammers her tender love lips, but the mighty douche has cleaned her lower regions. 

As the limp and doused heroine sobs in her restraints, Hunter moves forward and squeezes the ball on his atomizer, pumping more of his special mix onto the woman's lips.  "Leave us - NOW!" he says to Crusher. Hunter turns back toward the beaten woman and smiles.   As he moves toward his helpless captive, he dramatically unbuckles his trousers and lets them fall to his knees even as he moves between Batgirl's legs. 

"Let's finish this now, shall we?" he asks.  Batgirl's eyes drift down his muscular body and she's amused to see that the man's dick is only six inches long.  Then she realizes that he's flaccid.  After Hunter moves between the woman's legs he grabs his dick and begins to rub it against her vaginal lips.  The drugs in her system cause her to react violently to the touch of his tool.  Her body immediately begins to lubricate her love canal and again she's reduced to begging him to fuck her.  Hunter just smiles and rubs her vaginal lips with the head of his penis while his other hand begins to gently caress her neck, breast and ribs, raising the woman's level of arousal higher and higher.  

When Batgirl thinks that her body will explode from his hands and the touch of his dick, she suddenly gasps loudly and nearly blacks out.  Hunter has shoved the end of his dick into her vagina.  The man teases the woman for a while, moving his tool slowly in and out of her cunt, just a few inches either way.  He enjoys watching his helpless captive trying to both stop his torture and yet induce him to fuck her harder and deeper.  She can't STAND what this villain has done, how thoroughly he's destroyed her will to resist.  She's about to beg him again when the man smiles at her and suddenly thrusts, HARD, driving his dick deeply into her. 

Hunter's dick is no longer a simple six inch slab of meat.  Aroused, it has swollen to a nine inch long, two inch wide shaft of love muscle that, as it rams into Batgirl, causes her to inhale sharply.  Her eyes bulge from the pain/pleasure and she cries out, an animal cry that causes Hunter to smile.  As he rams his dick harder and harder into the helpless woman, her long-delayed vaginal orgasms suddenly begin ripping and exploding in her.  She whimpers and moans from the pain and pleasure in her body.  The massive surges of pleasure hammerthe woman's brain and before a minute has elapsed, the heavily drugged heroine blacks out.  

This villain is so happy to see the woman's reaction that he loses control and unexpectedly shoots his load into her.  For several seconds, he grits his teeth and strains against her body, pumping his cum into the woman. Finished, he pulls out of the super heroine's cunt and props one hand against the upraised table to hold himself upright.  He looks at the woman and has an idea.

The man grasps one end of Batgirl's cowl and RIPS it off her face.  Then he staggers backward and picks up a Polaroid  camera which he aims at the woman. <CLICK><CLICK> goes the camera - one shot of her body, one of just her face, and the only thing she's wearing is a thin trickle of their love juices on her thighs!

"Now, the mighty Batgirl is MINE!" he crows.  Hunter moves back toward the woman and returns the cowl to her head.  Hunter slaps the unconscious woman several times <SLAP><SLAP> until her eyes somehow manage to open again.  "You're back with us!" he says, smiling.  "I have some work for you, BatSlave!"  

Batgirl knows that he has beaten her.  Her only hope is to buy some time, keep him from further damaging her body and soul.  "Yes . . . Master," she says, hoping to please the man, "whatever you want.".  She doesn't know, yet, about the photos.

Hunter suddenly forms a massive smile on his face.  "I'VE WON!" he thinks to himself.   He flicks the levers on the table and the woman suddenly starts to fall backward, further and further, until the table has her hanging head down, 120 degrees from vertical.  Hunter moves toward her face and commands, "Clean me, BATS!" he says, rubbing the end of his cum-doused dick against her face.  Batgirl does not resist; she opens her mouth and wraps her lips around his flaccid tool.  Her tongue licks his juice (and hers) off his balls, then runs along his penis, snarfing up more of the sticky off-white liquid.  

When the woman finishes her task, Hunter pulls his jodhpurs up, zips them and fastens his belt.  He moves backward away from her, but not before moving a lever that raises the table - once again, she rises up to nearly vertical.  Hunter starts toward the door when the woman gasps, "I . . . I've done what you wanted, you bastard.  L-let me go, please!" 

"Let you go?" he barks at her, turning to face his luscious captive.  He picks up the Polaroid prints and turns toward Batgirl, holding the photos up so she can see them.  "My dear, I have NO intention of releasing you! In fact, I hope to use you as bait to lure more stupid heroines to my mansion, as I used HER!"  Batgirl squints and finally focuses her eyes on the photos.  She gasps loudly when her drugged brain realizes what is in the snapshots.  Then she turns her head slightly and, through half-closed eyes, makes out the form of another person hanging limply from thick chains in a dark alcove.  All the woman has on is a pair of silver bracelets, a shiny tiara and a pair of red and white boots.