Batgirl and the Bishop (Incomplete)

 Well it looks like Batgirl won. I must say I am surprised that Batgirl was chosen over the other options. Got more requests for Batgirl and I am happy to see and say as well some request for Jean Grey. Batgirl wins out this week though so here is the unfinished story

Stephanie Brown was not new to the role of being a crime fighter but she as new to the role of Batgirl. Together with the help of the ever present Oracle she was finding her way. Balancing her crime fighting duties with her personal life. The Bishop was a former henchmen turned Villain who now was making a run to turn wide areas of Gotham into his own red light district. Batgirl would not stand for this.

Batgirl never had to bother with such a lowly establishment. The Commissioner and Gotham PD were generally really good at getting rid of these places as fast as they popped up. The Angels Hell club though popped up over six months ago and was still in operation. Worse yet, business was booming. Batgirl stood on a rooftop in clear view of the club below and there was a constant stream of traffic to and from the club. Even the length of its opening hadn’t brought her to this place tonight it was the owner and operator of the place that interested her. John “the Bishop” Hardon, he was a big stocky man who had grown up in the slums of Gotham and made a fortune as a hired goon for all the big-time criminals and gangs that had made their way through the city in the years. He was smart though; he had saved and only taken jobs that would not get him in too much trouble so he managed to stay under the radar for a long time. He got his nickname apparently from his penchant for shoving chess pieces into his victims. The Angels Hell club was a brothel and a whorehouse there was no way to sugar-coat it. Anyone could get anything they wanted there and “The Bishop” had done well in protecting his establishment and his clientele from prying eyes.

Batgirl wasn’t interested in taking down the operation all she wanted to do was have a chat with him about a rumoured connection with meta-humans disappearing in and around Gotham. Mostly woman Meta’s and heroines but some males had gone missing to. All her contacts had pointed to him so she was sure he had his mind set on upping the ante for his operation at the club. She had done her homework though and knew the Angels Hell Club was a well fortified and secure location. She couldn’t just go in and kick ass all the way to him. Batgirl knew she had to be more surgical in her strike. Painstakingly over the past couple of days she had gotten a layout of the place through various contacts. The most likely place that the Bishop would be in was the top floor north east side. The North East side served as his residence and personal harem from all accounts. It had one entrance to and from it and was heavily guarded and secure with various equipment. She knew she had little chance in getting in there but she was unwilling to tempt fate by fighting her way up there. Her best bet she decided was to wait for him to come out and have her chat with him then.

The sun had long since rose over the city and Batgirl still continued with her stakeout of the club waiting for The Bishop’s very easily identified limo to leave the grounds. She preferred the dark it was easier to move around but could operate no problems in the light of day. It was mid day by the time the distinct limo pulled out of the underground lot next to the club and moved into the traffic, quickly stretching her muscles Batgirl flexed her arm out and shot her cable grappler and began to pursue the limo on the roof tops of Gotham.

“Oracle he’s finally on the move I’m in pursuit” Batgirl said to her base of operations through the wireless radio in her cowl.

‘Copy that Stephanie just be careful”

Stephanie frowned under her costume at the comment, she had been doing this in one form or another for a few years now and she had taken down more than her fair share of the so called super villains around Gotham she was sure she could handle a common thug with a glory complex like The Bishop.

She tracked his limo through the streets of Gotham for an hour till he came to stop in a vacant parking lot behind a Gotham First Central Bank. Batgirl landed on a nearby rooftop within striking distance and watched as two men exited the back of the limo that were not The Bishop and proceeded into the bank. No doubt she thought depositing last night profits. Stephanie figured this was her chance. Quickly she extended her grappler cable out over the bank and fired a shot. It went out over the back of the limo and grappled onto the outside of the bank. She swung down from the rooftop and when over the limo she dropped down and arrived with a crash through the back window and into the limo. Batgirl took a seat next to her target The Bishop who to her horror was enjoying a blowjob from a woman on the ground before him. The women was a natural redhead, Stephanie knew that right away because except for the leather collar and restraints the woman was nude. So engrossed in her duty the women didn’t even react to the crash around her as Batgirl arrived on the scene. To her annoyance as well the Bishop merely turned to her and smiled at her arrival.

‘Batgirl, what a surprise”

“Forget it John, I’ve got some questions for you”

“Call the club I’m sure Cindy here will be glad to make an appointment for us to talk but I’m afraid we’re both busy at the moment”

“Have her stop right now Bishop, it’s disgusting and I want some privacy”

“So you would have me get out of the vehicle in broad daylight dressed like that Heroine” he teased

“Perhaps you can lend her you cowl to keep warm and modest while we talk” He continued to tease.

“Shut it!” She demanded

“Now what do you know about the missing meta’s”

“Not a clue what you’re talking about honey” HE replied with a smile once more

“Forget it John, everyone in Gotham is pointing at you. There has to be a reason”

“Maybe because my former business associates don’t like to see me doing so well”

“Maybe because half of them would like to see you dead John”

He laughed heartily at that “Of course they would sweetheart. I ain’t got anything to do with your missing meta’s or whatever the hell you call them. I don’t have the time. Now if you don’t mind your distracting Cindy and normally she’s gotten me off five times by now, so unless you’re going to take me in or whatever you do then please exit my automobile”

“Stay clean Bishop, I’ll be watching out for you” Batgirl opened the car door as his two assistants were coming back and shot her grappler and was away within moments.

“I could stand to be watched by that fine ass” John shouted long enough so that she would hear as she glided away.

Batgirl was perched on one of her more favourite rooftops that overlooked Gotham City University. She loved the view from here, she could see the entire campus for the most part and if she turned a little she could get the skyline of the city into her view.

“No dice Oracle, he didn’t even squirm” She said through the wireless radio once more

“Hmmmm probably because he was in the process of getting his friends at city council to vote through the Hearts Acre proposal”

“You mean he actually did it??” Batgirl screamed through the radio

‘Yes, I am afraid we couldn’t stop it in the end”

Hearts Acre was a portion on the west side of the city not too far away from the University that went from boom to bust. After the war it raised up out of almost nothing, it was the trendiest place to live and as such became home to all the trends of the post war years. As Gotham PD and the help of the Bat family cleaned up the inner city Hearts Acre became a haven for the crooks and killers and subsequently became a den of almost pure evil. The proposal was to almost use that evil against itself by making it a red light district and taxing the profits. Oracle in her role as a heroine and her real life identity of Barbara Gordon had been trying to block the proposal but apparently she had failed. It now made the thought of closing down the Angels Hell club as that resided right in the middle of Hearts Acre.

“I’m sorry Barbara”

“No names over the comm.!” She snapped

“Sorry”

“I need to catch up with my studies I’ll pick up with him later”

“Fine”

Stephanie Brown was a freshman at the university and as such was trying her best to get the whole experience but she was constantly missing classes and the social life because of her alter ego of Batgirl. She didn’t hate that she missed the social aspect but catching up on her studies was really a drag. Thankfully tonight her roommate was enjoying that social life aspect tonight and she didn’t expect to see her for the rest of the night. Stephanie was sitting at the small dinner table in their small apartment with her books sprayed all over the table. Right now she had her head buried in her microeconomics book. Every time she read a sentence in the book all she could do was think of The Bishop there in his limo getting his cock sucked as she talked to him. The look of self satisfaction on his face as the woman just sucked and licked on his cock. She kept seeing and imagining the red haired woman in a collar and restraints just blindly and obediently sucking on his cock.

“Stop it Stephanie, you’re just upset at him, stop thinking about it” She kept saying to herself as she tried to once more delve into her studies.

A half hour later and she had given up. Now that her mind and her adrenaline had come down from her activities as Batgirl all she could do was think of the woman. She kept telling herself how demeaning it was and how disgusting but she couldn’t help but gently rub her pussy through her jeans as she sat at the table. She saw in her mind’s eye the red haired woman on her knees once more with the Bishops cock fully engulfed by her hungry mouth and as she rubbed her pussy she pushed the chair out and went to her knees and began to furiously rub. Her other hand began to rub her breasts through her shirt. Before long she was lost in lost. Her hand had unzipped her jeans and was in between her jeans and her panties furiously rubbing her clit. Her other hand had reached under her shirt and bra and she was tweaking and twisting her nipples. Stephanie still knelt by the coffee table masturbating for thirty minutes as she brought herself to three earth shattering orgasms.

When her lust cleared she noticed she was still kneeling with one breast exposed and her jeans unzipped.

“Wow, what came over me?” She mused

She wished that was the end of it that night but she wasn’t that lucky. She lay awake in bed for hours on end just rubbing her own pussy and even went online a couple of times and watched some BDSM porn. In her guise as Batgirl she had seen many things in her young life but this for whatever reason had gotten to her. While online she had read stories and firsthand accounts of submissive and slaves and they all talked about an event that just sparked their curiosity and eventually they couldn’t deny it anymore. She didn’t believe that, in her training she had been taught that mind over matter always won. Stephanie was so aroused she deduced because she hadn’t had any sexual contact in months and to be thrust into that scene just brought up all the pent up feelings. At least that’s what she hoped. An alert from her bat comm. Meant that Oracle wanted to talk to her. This late at night had to be something good.

“BG here Oracle, what’s up?”

“I know we were going to revisit the Bishop case tomorrow Batgirl but he’s on the move and for him to do that at night is rare. Care to see what he’s up to?”

“Willing and able” Good she thought, now I can’t masturbate at all.

She caught up to John “The Bishop” Hardon in mid town. He was in his limo again. The back window had been replaced almost immediately and now looked as if nothing unusual had happened. This time instead of traveling by rooftop she was travelling by her bat-cycle. She had planted a homing beacon on the limo this morning and this must have been how Oracle knew he was on the move. Thanks to the tracking equipment on the cycle she could stay a fair distance back and not alarm him. He seemed to be in no hurry to go wherever it was he was going. It wasn’t until about an hour of following him that Batgirl realized that he was circling an area. She had Oracle pull up all the known buildings in the area trying to figure out what was going on. At the same time as Oracle let her know that The Bishop owned a warehouse in the area the limo finally settled into the lot of the very same building.

Batgirl parked her batcycle away from the area and traveled by rooftop to the area and took up residence on the top of a nearby building. She could see everything except the very far side of the building.

“Oracle any chance we can get a layout”

“No luck the layout in the city computers is more than 10 years old”

Stephanie took her bio binoculars out of her utility belt and tried to at least get a thermal image from inside but no luck.

“Binoculars are ineffective”

“They must have some sort of radical heat inside for them not to work, hang on Batgirl I am trying to reposition a Wayne industries satellite to see if I can get a reading”

“Handy”

“Extremely..... Image should be coming up..... There we go.... umm interesting, this is a top of the line imaging satellite and it can’t see inside either. Recommend you hang back and wait for them to exit”

“No way if they have that much in place to prevent us from seeing in then there must be a reason”

“Careful Stephanie it’s safe to assume they’ll be jamming frequencies, we might not be able to communicate”

“Finally some peace and quiet” quipped Batgirl

“I’ll be fine Babs, send the cavalry in if you haven’t heard from me in an hour”

Batgirl leapt from the rooftop and swung over to the roof of the building The Bishop had gone into. She heard the comm. Go dead as she entered the area. Batgirl landed on the roof with the grace of a dancer, she was so quiet even if there was someone directly below her landing area they wouldn’t have noticed anything. There was an access hatch to the inside. She quickly checked for an alarm or a sensor and found a couple. She disabled them with ease and went inside. As Stephanie quietly made her way through the top levels of the warehouse she could start to hear some voices from below. One she recognized as the Bishops.

“We had to make sure we weren’t being followed” She could hear The Bishop saying

“Time is money”

“Don’t give me that Huratio or I’ll cut your tongue out”

“I’m too important to you John”

“Everyone is replaceable fool”

Batgirl could hear a scuffle after that and when she finally was able to get a visual she could see John the Bishop Hardon standing over another person, presumably Huratio and The Bishop had a bloody hand. Huratio got to his feet and The Bishop started to walk away and he followed. As quickly and quietly as she could, she followed them both down a couple of levels and was surprised to notice there were no guards in the area. They all seemed to be outside. They entered into a large area and Batgirl gasped. There was a row of five women. They were all vacuum wrapped in a clear plastic. They were naked inside except for collars on their necks and black tape over their nipples and pussy. They all wore breather masks that were supplied by air through a connection over them all. The Bishop and Huratio walked to the first in the line and Batgirl got a better look as well. She was a young woman, with beautiful red hair and a cute freckled face and fair skin. Her breasts were small but not petite. Huratio grabbed them and played with them through the plastic. The girl made no noise or movement to the violation.

“This one is a Hellcat in bed and loves Humiliation” The Bishop said as Huratio continued to play with her breasts.

They moved to the second in the line and Huratio went behind and began to rub and squeeze the poor girls’ ass. She was young as well maybe only about Stephanie’s age she thought grimly. This one was a brunette with a nice tan and muscular body. She had a fine ass Batgirl had to admit and that was probably why Huratio was paying with it. Once again the woman made no noise or movement.

‘She came to me and wanted to be a sex slave but she proved to be better as a domestic slave. She will still fuck don’t get wrong but she could never figure out how to deep throat and I do have my standards after all. She’s a great cook and loves to clean” The Bishop said as he walked away to the third girl.

Batgirl was confused by the comment of “she came to me”, she was thinking these were all kidnap victims.

The third girl was a small woman probably about twenty five or so thought Batgirl she had small breasts with very hard nipples that were still clearly visible through the black tape. She had a very fair complexion as well and had dyed her hair green at some point. Huratio as he did with the first woman began to fondle her tits. This time however Batgirl noticed that although she didn’t moan or anything she moved her hips as much as she could in the vacuum sealed plastic.

“As you can see even under the drugs influence she is quite responsive. A little stupid but she sucks like a tornado. I was thinking of keeping this one for the club but I thought better of it”

“I love the green hair, quite punky” Huratio replied.

They walked right past the fourth girl

“What about this one?” Huratio asked about the fourth one

“She is sticking with the club so no need to see her”

Batgirl got a look at her and was horrified. It was StarGirl. Stephanie knew it because inside the plastic with her was her cosmic staff. Her blonde hair and her features were easily recognized by Stephanie. She wanted to look away but she had to admit that her fellow heroine had a beautiful body. She had medium sized tits that were covered by the black tape but her nipples just like the punk girl were visible and at her pussy were the tape but Batgirl could see a circle impression on the tape and ever so slightly Stargirl was moving her hips back and forth in the plastic and slight moans could be heard. Batgirl stood transfixed behind a pillar as she looked at the scene. Stargirl was a heroine of immense power with the cosmic rod by her side and her she was wrapped in plastic and gyrating her hips.

“How much would you sell her for?” Huratio asked motioning to Stargirl

“She is not for sale; now let us look at the final one for our auction here”

The fifth girl was blonde as well, very well endowed with easily the biggest pair of breasts Batgirl had ever seen.

“She is the epitome of a dumb blonde, she can’t learn anything but thankfully she is a natural slut and slave. She will do her best to serve and we all know how much the big titted blondes are in demand”

“A good haul all together” Huratio replied.

“Indeed, so have them all except the fourth ready for the auction within twelve hours and ship those to the regular place and then my friends will take over. Your customary fee will be waiting for you.” The Bishop said.

Batgirl waited until they were gone which was about a half hour later. By her account she would have to report to Oracle within about fifteen mintues or so or she would call in the reinforcements. She wanted to get all the girls out of there but she had to be realistic with the amount of security and her limited abilities she could only do one. She pulled a bat a rang out of her utility belt and crept over to Stargirls plastic wrapped cage. Checking first to make sure there was no pressure sensors along the plastic she was stasfied that she could cut through. She began to gently cut through the clear plastic and it began to fall away. Stargirls feet then slipped out of the plastic and she came crashing to the ground losing her breathing mask in the process.

John the Bishop Hardon was sitting in the back of his limo on the way back to the club when he felt his pocket vibrate. When he pulled it out it was a notification that the breathing system in the warehouse had been disrupted momentarily.

“Driver back to the warehouse” He ordered and soon they were back on their way to the warehouse.

Batgirl picked Stargirls head up and laid it in her lap.

“Courtney come on wake up, Stargirl wake up!”

Stargirl was groggily coming to but not soon enough. Batgirl popped some smelling salts from her utility belt and put them under Stargirls nose. They had little effect. Stephanie pulled the tape off her friends’ nipples and put the cosmic rod into her hand. She very hesitantly moved to pull the tape from her friends’ pussy as well and when she did a vibrator came sliding out of her pussy.

“Oh God!!” Batgirl gasped

Stargirl gasped as well and moaned. She in her half awake state moved her hands down to her pussy and began to play with her clit.

“Courtney stop that” Batgirl demanded

“Batgirl?” Stargirl managed to say

“Yes, Come on honey just stand up a little and I’ll get you out of here”

“Out of here?”

“Yes, just stand up a little”

“I don’t want to get out of here. I choose this” Stargirl said as she continued to play with herself.

Batgirl didn’t know what to say as she watched her friend masturbate in front of her.

Stargirl moved over to the fallen breathing mask and put it back on. Instantly the remaining plastic around her vanished and another sheath of plastic dropped from the top and wrapped her body up and lifted her off the ground. It happened so fast that all Batgirl caught was a hiss from a motor somewhere as the air was vacuumed out of the plastic and Stargirl was back in place as though nothing had happened. For the first time Batgirl noticed that all the girls were attached by the breathing tubes and the hoses but also a small railing that went overhead. She moved next to Stargil now dreaming away under the drugs of the breathing mask and the final fifth girl and looked up at the railing. It was large and wide, it looked to be almost like an automatic assembly line system to her. She stared at the railing trying to find a way to unlock all the girls when the railing opened up above her and a breathing mask and hose appeared from within and came at incredible speed towards her. Batgirl barely had time to register what was going on by the time it reached her face and it sprayed a gas into her. She stumbled back momentarily and then fell face first into the mask. The mask wrapped around her face and automatically grappled behind her head fitting itself snugly into place. The gas continued and a mist became to form in front of her eyes as she felt herself drifting off into sleep. She was aware of the automation process now and knew any moment the plastic sheath would drop down and trap her here for the Bishop. She tried with all her might to raise her hands and remove the mask but she couldn’t get any higher than her chest. Stephanie heard the railing above her open once more and the plastic sheath came flying down and enveloped her. She felt it surround her body and then the air began to be vacuumed up she felt the plastic constrict to her body and seal her in. In her haze of drugs she watched helplessly as she was added to the line of women and then she lost consciousness.

It took and unacceptable amount of time in his mind to get back to the warehouse. The streets of Gotham at this late hour were more congested then normal but John the Bishop arrived at the warehouse again about ten minutes after Batgirl had lost consciousness. He had four guards with him two of which he left at the front with the entrance and the car and two accompanied him inside. He went straight to the merchandise and hanging there was six bundles. He knew there only to be five at the moment so he carefully went over them. The first was the redhead, the second the brunette, the third the punk chick and the fourth his prized Stargirl and the fifth, was a surprise. There in a plastic sheath and gassed out was Batgirl. Her tight leather lace and latex costume amplified by the layer of plastic that clung to her body. The bat symbol was clear as day across her chest as she sucked in the gasses. The Bishop laughed out loud as his men stared in awe at the magnificent catch. He took more than a moment to admire the body of the heroine. Although still clothed in her Batgirl costume it held tight to her beautiful youthful body. The plastic sheath had had the effect of amplifying her curves and highlighting them to the point that he was becoming horny from just looking at her.

“Get her down but keep the mask on her. Bind her, and get the other down we move her tonight as well” He ordered

Batgirl was lowered from the railing overhead to the ground still encased in the plastic. The two guards removed the plastic from the head to toe and kept the mask on her. They removed the hose connecting her to the main equipment of the warehouse and attached a small canister that would serve to keep her drugged for a couple of hours. They did the same with Stargirl and soon the two were being outfitted with single sleeve arm binders behind them that crossed from their hands up and over their elbows. Cinched in as tight as they could the binders were in-escapable and looped over the two heroines shoulders framing their chests. John reinserted the vibrator in Stargirls pussy and even in her drugged state moaned at the welcome re-addition to her bondage. Collars were attached to their necks and shackles on their feet before they were placed ever so gently into the trunk of his limo.

Oracle had given Batgirl an extra half hour but after that she had decided to send in the cavalry. The Bishop worked fast though and along with Huratio they had managed to move all the girls. The tracking device on the limo had enabled her to track the limo as it made its way back to the club. When the cavalry arrived on the scene at the warehouse they were greeted by a fire-ball. The warehouse exploded in an all consuming fire that forced all too just sit back and watch. Barbara had a tracking device for Batgirls suit and though she was getting a signal it was too intermittent to determine where she was. The last signal she got was at the same spot as the warehouse.

“Call it off guys, she was in there” Oracle said over the comm. Trying to keep herself from crying. Another good young person willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good had.

“She must have tripped a security feature while she was snooping around, poor girl.” Oracle mused to herself.

The limo of John the Bishop Hardon pulled into its concealed and shielded parking spot at the Angels Hell Club with a victorious man inside. He couldn’t contain his excitement, he had over the last couple of weeks caught some splendid specimens of both the regular and Meta form but this was his holy grail. He wanted that ass from the moment he first saw it and then earlier in the day when he had been so close to her his attraction and lust grew more so. There was no way this one was going to auction; he would keep her as his own personal slave and servant and he would love every moment of it. He exited the limo and his men were already unloading the cargo from the trunk. Stargirl came out first, still asleep from the gas mask. Batgirl was next; she too was still asleep thanks to the effects of the gas mask.

“Take the mask off of Stargirl there, she knows her place and she can walk” The Bishop ordered. His men did as they were told and soon Stargirl was beginning to stir. One of his men had her propped up so that she was standing as she regained consciousness, her arms will still wrapped in the arm binder and ankles were shackled. The man had added a chain to the collar to lead her by. Batgirl was still in her bindings as well but she had been laid out on the floor. The Bishop had taken the time to go over to her and was very patiently going over every inch of her body in his mind as he leered over her.

Stargirl was marched away as soon as she was able. She did not resist, she had been trained to follow whoever held the chains. Batgirl was picked up finally off the ground and was carried away to The Bishops training room.

Batgirl woke up to find herself in a cage, the cage was completely black with black bars and black matting on the top of the cage and she lay on a black mattress in side. Her hands were restrained in front of her with leather restraints with a short chain between them. The same types of restraints were on her ankles and she noticed she had a collar around her neck. Thankfully she still wore her costume including her cowl. She tried to remove the collar but to her chagrin it had a padlock on the back. The cage as well was padlocked. Stephanie tried to get a look around the room but the cage was illuminated by an overhead light and the rest of the room was dark. She was effectively blindfolded to everything outside her cage.

“Hello?” She said as calmly as she could

There was no answer

“Hello??!!” She screamed a little harder

No answer

“BISHOP!!!!” She screamed within the cage as she tried to rattle the door open.

John the Bishop Hardon watched her struggles from his monitoring station in his room. His room was right next to the training room that Batgirl was now in but completely soundproofed. He sat at his chair watching the monitors while Stargirl knelt between his legs sucking his cock. She was fully recovered now from the effects of the gas and she was willing and able to serve her Master. She wore only a metal collar that was loosely fitted around her neck. Chains connected the collar to her shackled hands in front of her that she used to expertly stroke his dick when it was not in her mouth. Chains ran from the shackles down to her shackled feet ensuring that she would always know she was a bondage slave of the Bishop. It was so easy to keep him hard when he had one superheroine worshipping his dick and another screaming his name on the monitor in anger. Stargirl gave one last lick of his balls and then got up and positioned her ass over the cock. She plunged her own ass onto his cock and began to fuck herself as she placed her head on his shoulder so that he could continue to watch.

“Remind me to have your tits pierced slut”

“Yes Master” Stargirl replied as she continued to fuck herself.

The Bishop laughed to himself as he watched Batgirl on the monitors. She was straining with all her strength to try and get herself out.

“Damn it Bishop let me out or I swear when I get my hands on you they won’t find enough of you to make an id!!” She screamed from within the cage

The bishop climaxed deep within Stargirls ass as Batgirl finally stopped trying to shake the cage apart.

“Clean yourself up and go serve” He ordered Stargirl.

“Yes Master”

Stephanie lay on the bottom of the cage for what seemed like hours after her attempts to jar the cage door free had failed. The restraints on her ankles and wrists had made finding a comfortable position to lay in hard to find but she was reasonably happy with her current comfort, as much as she could be with restraints and a collar around her neck anyways.

“Welcome home Stephanie” Came a voice clearly of the Bishops over an intercom.

“Why the cloak and dagger Bishop? I know it’s you”

“From now on its Master slut!” Came the roaring reply.

Then it registered with her, he had called her Stephanie, how could he know? She thought. She decided to play dumb.

“My name is Batgirl, not slut or Stephanie; I don’t know who that is. Probably the name of some other whore you have” Batgirl replied angrily.

The Bishop chuckled menacing over the intercom into his training room. The chuckling was more frightful to Stephanie then any words.

“Do you honestly think I wouldn’t take the opportunity while you were passed out not to have a look under that cowl of yours STEPHANIE!” He emphised the name, almost like he was assuming command of it.

Batgirl lay in her cage motionless as though that would stop this conversation. The Bishop continued on.

“No of course not, I looked under that cowl and used facial recognition to find you are Stephanie Brown. Currently attending Gotham U. You live at 147^th and Main apartment 209 with your roommate Erica Chalmers...... Who I have to say is quite fetching as well and might make a welcome addition to my little operation”

“please” Stephanie pleaded

“That is more like it Stephanie. Imagine my surprise when I sent an associate over to your place and we went through your computer and found all those naughty stories and sites you’ve been visiting. Who would have thought that Batgirl had a BDSM fetish” He laughed.

Stephanie had read a story earlier in the night about a woman who had long fantasized about giving into her submissive desires. She had just like Stephanie tonight gone to many sites and read many things when one day a co-worker. A bastard of a man discovered her secret and used it to bring those fantasies to reality for the woman. She became the loving devoted servant of a man she once despised and described her love of the man so faithfully and truthfully Stephanie had found herself moaning in one of her most powerful orgasms. As she remembered this story as her current situation unfolded her shackled hands moved down to her latex encased pussy and began to rub her clit. This of course was not missed by the Bishop on the monitors who chuckled once more over the comm.

“That’s it Stephanie stroke that clit in your cage. Tell me what your thinking about”

“No” Batgirl said so meekly as she continued to stoke her clit with her shackled hands.

“TELL ME SLUT” The command issued from the Bishop was to much to ignore

“I am thinking about a story I read earlier”

“What was it about slut”

“A woman, she secretly longs to be enslaved” She moaned as she rubbed her clit. The moan was captured on the intercom and The Bishop smiled.

“What happens to this woman?”

“Her co-worker, an evil bastard of a man finds out” She moaned once more. The latex now becoming moist from her actions.

“An evil bastard like me slut?”

“Yes” She screamed as an orgasmed ripped through her body and she continued to stoke her clit through it all.

“What did the bastard do to her slut?”

“He enslaved her”

“Like I am doing to you?”

“Yes” Batgirl said meekly as she continued to play with herself

“Did she enjoy it slave?”

“She was never happier” Stephanie cried once more as she orgasmed in the cage.

“Would you like me to do that to you?”

“No”

“Why not slave?”

“Because you’re evil” Stephanie managed as she still stroked her clit

“So was the man in the story and the woman loved it”

“It’s just a story” Batgirl replied

“Then stop stroking your slutty clit slave”

Stephanie stopped on the command and tried to look out from her cage but still saw nothing but darkness.

The Bishop flicked a switch on his control panel in his monitor room and the shackles and manacles fell from Batgirls body. The collar remained and she was still caged but she had more freedom of movement.

“You know this is what you wanted since you saw that worthless slut sucking me off earlier slave. If you take off the sexy costumes and throw it away with the rest of your life and pledge yourself to me you will never be happier just like the woman in your story”

Stephanie felt the removal of the restraints as they fell to the cage floor and pondered the Bishop’s words. She remembered what she read about most submissive and slaves having one pivotal event that led them down that path. Earlier she thought it was her pent up frustrations but now she was so hot and turned on in a situation where she should have been either very afraid or very angry and determined.

Realizing that he could accomplish a major brake of her will The Bishop decided to take a gambit as he could see the turmoil on her face through the monitors.

“Your Humiliations, the service you will provide me will arouse you endlessly slave”

Humiliation, it was the overriding current through all the stories and images she had seen earlier that night. She craved it, she knew that know. Stephanie wanted to bring her fingers down to her clit again but she had been told to stop. The turmoil evaporated in her mind, she had been told to stop, so she did. She was already his.

“Submit slave”

“Fine” Stephanie replied

“Fine WHAT? SLAVE!!!”

“Fine Master” It was the first time she had called him Master and although she thought she would hate it she actually felt a little tingle of thrill and excitement course through her body.

“Now don’t you have an order to complete slave?”

“Yes Master”

Stephanie reached behind her and unzipped the back of her costume. She first pulled her left arm out of the latex and then her right arm. The gloves remained on as she very bashfully lowered the top below her now exposed breasts. Although there was no one in the room she knew she was being watched and was trying to keep visibility low. She pulled the latex down over her hips and then finally over her crotch which revealed her purple thong panties that was soaked from her juices. The costume came down under her knees. She stopped at that point and then took of her boots and while she was at it she took her gloves off. She then pulled off the remainder of her costume and then her panties. She fumbled with her cowl. Her identity had been revealed but it still provided somewhere in the back of her mind a layer of security that was non-existent. In one motion like pulling a band-aid she ripped the mask from her face and threw it out of the cage with the rest of her former costume. She tried to hide her face but knew it was useless and finally settled into a crouching position on her knees in the cage trying to keep as much covered as possible.

“Don’t be shy slave. Spread your legs and grab the opposing bars. Let me see you”

Stephanie sat back on her ass and spread her legs to either corner of the cage and grabbed the same corners with her hands. Fully exposed to whatever monitoring system the Bishop had in place.

In the control room the Bishop licked his lips and savored the sight in front of him. The young super-heroine for the moment was entirely obedient and it excited him more than any other time in his life. The sweet look on her face as she stared out of the cage, the way her hair fell over her shoulders and almost tried to cover her very pert erect nipples from view, her moist cunt on display, clearly glistening even from the relative poor aspect ratio of the monitors. He would have barged in there and taken her at any moment but he knew the process. He would have her; he just needed to remind himself to be patient.

Stephanie kept the position in the cage for what seemed like hours. She knew deep down that she shouldn’t be doing this. That even though he knew her secret identity she should still be looking for ways out. She tried to comfort herself with the thought that she was buying time, trying to find a way out, but as she stared blankly out of the cage into the darkness with her most sensitive parts exposed she knew she wasn’t thinking about anything more than obeying like the women in the stories.

“Play with those tits for me” Came the Bishops voice over the speakers.

Stephanie moved her hands to her exposed tits and began to rub and massage them, gently kneading them and pulling at her nipples.

“Harder!!” The Bishop commanded

She grabbed both of her very pert nipples and squeezed to get a hold of them and then pulled. She let out a gasp of pain that was so unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life. The pain was real to her but she felt the pain travel from her nipples to her pussy and there it was turned into excitement. She knew her pussy was mist and glistened and had no doubt that the Bishop could see and that thought gave her more excitement. It was a dangerous arousing circle.

“Good slut. Now play with that cunt” The booming voice came over the speakers.

Stephanie glared straight ahead. Though dark she imagined there had to be a camera there because of her position. She wanted him to know she wasn’t pleased about any of this no matter what her reactions were saying.