Gotham city was quiet for a Saturday morning. Batgirl was patrolling, as usual, and had not run across any bad guys in hours. It was as though they had all given up and gone home. “A city, as big as Gotham, never gets this quiet”. She thought to herself. Looking down from the rooftops, the city seemed so peaceful. “Yes…too quiet”.
Patrolling was a necessary part of the job. And with the caped crusaders out of town for the evening, Batgirl had to patrol alone. Batgirl did not mind having to all the work herself. She kind of liked being the one in charge and making all the decisions. “If the guys were here, they would probably send me home so the MEN can do all the fun stuff”. Barbara liked the fun stuff as much as they did. Putting bad guys behind bars was thrilling. She secretly enjoyed the fighting and testing her skills against a worthy adversary. Little did she know that a very worthy adversary was stalking her at this very moment?
The Manipulator was perched high up on Gotham Tower. Hiding amongst the shadows, he was surveying the area and watching the young heroine. He knew that Batgirl was a little over confident, and would leap into action whenever trouble presented itself. A large sum of money was paid to the local villains for a quiet morning to bait the young beauty into a false sense of calm. Once he got her off guard, he would strike. The timing however had to be perfect. Batgirls’ skills as a fighter rivaled those of The Batman himself. Though well trained, The Manipulator had superior strength. “The key is to catch you off guard my lovely”. He said out loud. “I shall have you as a pet, until my desires are fulfilled, and then put you down or sell you off like scrap metal”. Through binoculars he studied the young shapely figure of his foe. She was much less a girl than a woman. He would enjoy every inch of her body once he had her.
Batgirl was getting pretty tired of patrolling a city that apparently had no crime for her to fight. She made her way down a fire escape to the alleyway below. Her Batgirl cycle right where she left it, she fired up the powerful engine and drove off to the waiting streets of Gotham. The wind blew through her hair, as she raced toward the city center and home. Lost in her thoughts, she barely heard the crack beneath her, as all at once the Batgirls Cycle halter in an abrupt stop that sent her flying through the air to the cold hard pavement. Skill and training had prepared her for almost any circumstances of attack, but in this instance she still came down hard to the pavement and could feel the toll it took on her lovely body. Her costume was torn up a bit, and she felt like her arm may have fractured a bit. “It’s a good thing there are no bad guys to deal with”. She thought. Turning to look at the mangled carnage of the Batgirl Cycle, she knew that getting home was going to be a little more difficult. Her arm was starting to ache, and she began wondering if there might be more damage than originally thought. From across the street she heard a voice. “Trouble Miss”? The voice asked. “Nothing to worry about citizen”. She replied back. “Nothing for me to worry about, Batgirl…but what about you”? The Manipulator stepped out of the shadows and slowly began to approach the lovely young heroine.
It was a trap. Batgirl had only for a moment allowed her guard to fall, and now she was in trouble. Her arm hurt, possibly badly, her options were limited. Run or fight! Fighting was the worst choice, as she felt she was too beat up from the crash to defend herself. She turned to flee, feeling horrible. She hated running from a fight, but she knew she was no match for The Manipulator in her current situation. She was hurt, yet still fast on her feet. Keeping to the shadows she hoped to lose the villain. “I’m going to get you Batgirl”. The Manipulator taunted. “And when I do…oh what fun I am going to have with that lovely body of yours”. Barbara could see that eluding The Manipulator was not going to be easy. She quickly turned to flee down an alley and was abruptly halted by a metal object striking her in the head, rendering her unconscious.
Batgirl woke feeling quite dazed. She found herself tied down to a table. Standing over her, The Manipulator stood, smiling an evil smile. “Good to see you are still alive my pretty”. He said. “I’ve set your broken arm for you, but you must stay still, so I had to tie you down”. “I’m sure you understand”? The Manipulator leaned down and whispered in the young beauty’s ear. “Now the fun begins”. He states as he gently kisses the side of her face. “You’ll never get away with this you fiend”! Batgirl boldly harks out. “Oh yes…I think I will”. replies the villain. “You are in no position to stop me”. He moves his hands to her body. Batgirl, tied spread eagle, twitches at each touch of his hands. He caresses her lovely curves, as he moves his hands up and down the length of her body. He touches her in places unseemly. Though a villain, his moves are loving in nature. He admires her beauty, but does not dismiss that this is a foe. With both hands he grasps and squeezes the young heroines firm breasts. “These are probably the nicest breast I have ever manipulated”. He states. “You should be proud”. He again leans down, and this time brushes him face against the heroine’s bosoms. “Stop this at once”. Batgirl says. “Your only going to make your crimes worse if you continue”. “Yes, I know”. says the villain. “But it is a burden I must do”. “I can’t help myself”
Batgirl is feeling more strength as time passes, and more disdain for The Manipulator as he continues to play with her body. “Your costume is torn by sweet”. Says the evil one as he pulls at the tatters. “You may as well not be wearing anything at all if you are going to look so unseemly. “Leave it alone”. Batgirl commands. “But my lovely…I wouldn’t think you would want to be caught dead in this torn thing”. “If you plan on killing me, get to it and stop this taunting evil one”! she replies. “I haven’t made up my mind yet”. The Manipulator states, as he moves his hands down to her nether regions. Caressing gently he massages Batgirls loins. She can’t help but gasp a bit as the blood begins to flow to her sex. Her heart quickens and her breathing races, as the caressing is brining involuntary spasms of desire and ecstasy. She hates the villain, and yet he is pleasuring her so well she almost wants him to continue. The Manipulator is full aware of the feeling he has awoken in the beautiful young Batgirl. He has manipulated many, and is well versed in the arts of seductive influence. “Now that costume of yours, it has to go”. Batgirl, speechless, amazingly finds herself nodding in agreement. She has been influenced…brainwashed…Manipulated!
Patrolling was a necessary part of the job. And with the caped crusaders out of town for the evening, Batgirl had to patrol alone. Batgirl did not mind having to all the work herself. She kind of liked being the one in charge and making all the decisions. “If the guys were here, they would probably send me home so the MEN can do all the fun stuff”. Barbara liked the fun stuff as much as they did. Putting bad guys behind bars was thrilling. She secretly enjoyed the fighting and testing her skills against a worthy adversary. Little did she know that a very worthy adversary was stalking her at this very moment?
The Manipulator was perched high up on Gotham Tower. Hiding amongst the shadows, he was surveying the area and watching the young heroine. He knew that Batgirl was a little over confident, and would leap into action whenever trouble presented itself. A large sum of money was paid to the local villains for a quiet morning to bait the young beauty into a false sense of calm. Once he got her off guard, he would strike. The timing however had to be perfect. Batgirls’ skills as a fighter rivaled those of The Batman himself. Though well trained, The Manipulator had superior strength. “The key is to catch you off guard my lovely”. He said out loud. “I shall have you as a pet, until my desires are fulfilled, and then put you down or sell you off like scrap metal”. Through binoculars he studied the young shapely figure of his foe. She was much less a girl than a woman. He would enjoy every inch of her body once he had her.
Batgirl was getting pretty tired of patrolling a city that apparently had no crime for her to fight. She made her way down a fire escape to the alleyway below. Her Batgirl cycle right where she left it, she fired up the powerful engine and drove off to the waiting streets of Gotham. The wind blew through her hair, as she raced toward the city center and home. Lost in her thoughts, she barely heard the crack beneath her, as all at once the Batgirls Cycle halter in an abrupt stop that sent her flying through the air to the cold hard pavement. Skill and training had prepared her for almost any circumstances of attack, but in this instance she still came down hard to the pavement and could feel the toll it took on her lovely body. Her costume was torn up a bit, and she felt like her arm may have fractured a bit. “It’s a good thing there are no bad guys to deal with”. She thought. Turning to look at the mangled carnage of the Batgirl Cycle, she knew that getting home was going to be a little more difficult. Her arm was starting to ache, and she began wondering if there might be more damage than originally thought. From across the street she heard a voice. “Trouble Miss”? The voice asked. “Nothing to worry about citizen”. She replied back. “Nothing for me to worry about, Batgirl…but what about you”? The Manipulator stepped out of the shadows and slowly began to approach the lovely young heroine.
It was a trap. Batgirl had only for a moment allowed her guard to fall, and now she was in trouble. Her arm hurt, possibly badly, her options were limited. Run or fight! Fighting was the worst choice, as she felt she was too beat up from the crash to defend herself. She turned to flee, feeling horrible. She hated running from a fight, but she knew she was no match for The Manipulator in her current situation. She was hurt, yet still fast on her feet. Keeping to the shadows she hoped to lose the villain. “I’m going to get you Batgirl”. The Manipulator taunted. “And when I do…oh what fun I am going to have with that lovely body of yours”. Barbara could see that eluding The Manipulator was not going to be easy. She quickly turned to flee down an alley and was abruptly halted by a metal object striking her in the head, rendering her unconscious.
Batgirl woke feeling quite dazed. She found herself tied down to a table. Standing over her, The Manipulator stood, smiling an evil smile. “Good to see you are still alive my pretty”. He said. “I’ve set your broken arm for you, but you must stay still, so I had to tie you down”. “I’m sure you understand”? The Manipulator leaned down and whispered in the young beauty’s ear. “Now the fun begins”. He states as he gently kisses the side of her face. “You’ll never get away with this you fiend”! Batgirl boldly harks out. “Oh yes…I think I will”. replies the villain. “You are in no position to stop me”. He moves his hands to her body. Batgirl, tied spread eagle, twitches at each touch of his hands. He caresses her lovely curves, as he moves his hands up and down the length of her body. He touches her in places unseemly. Though a villain, his moves are loving in nature. He admires her beauty, but does not dismiss that this is a foe. With both hands he grasps and squeezes the young heroines firm breasts. “These are probably the nicest breast I have ever manipulated”. He states. “You should be proud”. He again leans down, and this time brushes him face against the heroine’s bosoms. “Stop this at once”. Batgirl says. “Your only going to make your crimes worse if you continue”. “Yes, I know”. says the villain. “But it is a burden I must do”. “I can’t help myself”
Batgirl is feeling more strength as time passes, and more disdain for The Manipulator as he continues to play with her body. “Your costume is torn by sweet”. Says the evil one as he pulls at the tatters. “You may as well not be wearing anything at all if you are going to look so unseemly. “Leave it alone”. Batgirl commands. “But my lovely…I wouldn’t think you would want to be caught dead in this torn thing”. “If you plan on killing me, get to it and stop this taunting evil one”! she replies. “I haven’t made up my mind yet”. The Manipulator states, as he moves his hands down to her nether regions. Caressing gently he massages Batgirls loins. She can’t help but gasp a bit as the blood begins to flow to her sex. Her heart quickens and her breathing races, as the caressing is brining involuntary spasms of desire and ecstasy. She hates the villain, and yet he is pleasuring her so well she almost wants him to continue. The Manipulator is full aware of the feeling he has awoken in the beautiful young Batgirl. He has manipulated many, and is well versed in the arts of seductive influence. “Now that costume of yours, it has to go”. Batgirl, speechless, amazingly finds herself nodding in agreement. She has been influenced…brainwashed…Manipulated!
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