Part 4: Results
What transpired next, Barbara Gordon never knew. She had no idea how long she was in the chamber, if it was for twenty minutes or twenty hours. Everything became such a blur, she wasn’t even sure it really happened.
When she awoke, she could hardly move. At first, all she knew was her head was thundering like she had been among a rack of chiming church bells, and she was tied to one of the bell’s strikers.
Come to think of it, that once happened.
Her head hurt with the worst headache she’d ever known. She was thirsty and hungry. Her vision was blurry but seemed to be clearing. It would only improve when her headache fully went away. Her body ached but tingled too. Her breasts felt like they were swollen, but didn’t hurt to the touch. She was able to understand she was no longer vertical, but laying naked on a set of smooth cotton sheets and covered by another. The soft sheets felt pleasant against her skin and she was thankful the pleasure suit was gone. This was much nicer on the body than the monstrous block of clear ice Mr. Freeze once nearly entombed her in. Her trusty lock picking tools and heat rod had saved her from that frozen fate.
She lay in what she now knew to a bed, thinking about trying moving for several minutes. At last, she slowly rolled onto her back, covered to her neck with the sheet. While still very fuzzy, she was thankful the lights around her were softer and not piercing into her brain. At last she sat up and looked around.
She did find a tall glass of water next to the bed, along with what seemed to be pain relievers. She took two, drinking the entire glass of cool water and laid back down, waiting for pills to take affect and clear her head. She closed her eyes and waited.
A short time later, the pain subsided. She sat up again, her vision clearing and the ringing fading. The room was dark save the small lights on either side of the bed. The lamps, like everything else in the room was bolted or glued down, thus eliminating it as a weapon.
The room was not well furnished, only the bed, a table with two chairs, a large comfortable chair and a free standing wardrobe. A small sink, toilet and shower stall occupied one dark corner. The room only had solid three walls, the fourth made up of thick round iron bars found in prisons cells. The only door was part of the jail cell bars. Behind the bars stood another solid wall with a single large steel door for access, forming a buffer zone. The ceiling was at least 15 feet high and like the wall, solid. No windows, skylights, doors or hatches.
A cell.
There appeared to be a small camera in one corner of the ceiling. She suspected there were more as well as a microphones hidden somewhere to record her movements and let her captor know what she was up too. The floor was covered with a deep carpet with a solid concrete base below.
On the table was a Styrofoam plate with fruit, breads, cold meats and a bottle of milk. Realizing how hungry she was, she grabbed the plate and sat covered up in bed eating. Not giving her captors any clues, she forced herself to eat slowly, knowing she was being watched. Even though things looked bleak, she still needed to be calm, think clearly and devise a plan for escape.
After eating, she sat back and surveyed the room again. There was only one way out. Getting out of the room would require her to get past both the cell and other doors. She surmised that a policy to prevent escape was in place that neither door could be opened at the same time, so timing a jump would be futile, but possible if a mistake was made. She had a better chance to make her move when they moved her out of the cell, if ever they did.
Barbara realized she was thinking like, well, Batgirl! Did Mind Bender not work on her? Did she somehow beat the evil device or did he fail in his attempt to reprogram her? Or was this simply the first of many trips into the horrid device that would slowly break her will down?
She searched her mind, thinking things over and over. She knew who she was, both Barbara Gordon and Batgirl. She thought about her father and her bird Charlie, Batman and Robin, Catwoman, Joker, former lovers, Bruce Wayne, her coworkers, books she read, vacations, former teachers and classmates, her mother, favorite foods, kids she talked to at the library and at social events, computer programs she wrote, bills that she needed paid and more.
She was still who she knew herself to be.
This gave her hope. Maybe Mind Bender wasn’t the success the Professor thought it to be or it didn’t work on her for some reason. Maybe she was still going to get out of this intact. And maybe the same was true for Annie Goodbody. Were there flaws in her programming as well? Maybe they could both get out of here, with Annie’s help.
Renewed by her meal and her thoughts, Batgirl decided she needed to get moving. A shower would feel good right about now. A couple of towels hung next to the shower, and there was a supply of soaps and hair products. She showered quickly and washed her short black hair. But was shocked when she discovered her pubic hair had been cleanly removed from her crotch. When did they do that, before or after Mind Bender?
She wrapped in a towel and towel dried her hair, brushing it out with the bristle brush. Like everything else in the room, nothing around the shower area could be turned into a suitable weapon. So far, the Professor had thought of everything.
She refused to walk around before the camera naked. But she couldn’t say wrapped in a towel or in the bed all the time. She looked in the wardrobe to she what was provided.
Only one garment was inside, but she guess more would appear soon. On a fixed hanger, much like those found at a hotel, hung a gorgeous purple body stocking accented with gold sparkles. It was heavier than the usual nylon style types she personally owned and would display herself in when she entertained a man in her bedroom.
Apparently the Professor has a thing for woman in lingerie.
Having nothing else to cover up in she took it down and slid her dancer’s toned body into it. It covered her entire body, even to her wrists, but was open at the neck and back. It clung to her body and moved with her, showing off every curve of her fine female figure. Barbara had seen ones like and always wanted one of her own, but feared that if one of her lovers saw her in it, he might make a connection between her dual personalities. As a rule, Barbara never wore purple in public or in sight of anyone. Purple was solely the color of her alter ego.
At the bottom of the wardrobe bed was a pair of purple pumps with 5 inch stiletto heels and locking ankle straps. These were very similar to the pair Miss Goodbody had worn, minus the silver chain linking them together. The small padlocks were open but no key was in sight.
The Professor must personally keep a good shoe maker in business.
Barbara had her own shoe cobbler, a kindly old man that made custom designed and fitted shoe and boots for both Barbara Gordon and unknowingly Batgirl too. Earlier in her career as a librarian, she would be on her feet many hours of the day and wanted shoes that were comfortable, yet still sexy enough when she was with a man, in or out of a bed. When she ordered purple ones, she told the cobbler she bought a dress that she wanted to match, but the retail stores didn’t quite have the right color and style she wanted. The fact was, many shoe stores in Gotham City stocked purple high heels and boots. Apparently many citizens had Batgirl fetishes and women enjoyed dressing as her.
Since she could easily run in heels, she put the shoes on as well, intending not to lock the straps in place but still taking the small padlocks with her over to the chair. The shoes, like the body stocking, were a perfect fit. They looked darn sexy on her feet too. She wrapped the strap around her ankle and snapped the padlocks into place, locking her feet into the purple heels.
Barbara did a double take.
She didn’t intend to do that! Why had she locked the shoes on? She deliberately planned not to use the locks, even if it meant the straps would dangle. Why had she done it? Was it some deep desire to see how they looked locked on her feet? Was she just not thinking? She sat and pondered this for a few moments.
Barbara looked in the (unbreakable) mirror on the inside of the wardrobe. She looked very sexy and very dramatic. Her chest was indeed swollen, for her breasts were bigger than usual. She ran her hands over her tummy, hips and thighs, like she did when she was preparing for one of her male partners to arrive. She wished she was with one of them now, just to see his reaction. Bruce always enjoyed seeing her in lingerie and heels, feeding her feminine side by sending her expensive satin, silk or lace outfits to adorn herself in, even when they had no imminent plans to see one another. He’d flip over this one.
And her prior fears were justified, for she did look very much like Batgirl.
Barbara sat in the stuffed chair, with her feet up on the foot rest. It was made of soft leather and quite comfortable. She guessed she would make quite a sight if Bruce Wayne walked in and found her like this. Her body smooth and sparkling, incased in the form fitting nylon, her long legs accented by the sky high locked on heels. It would be a very sexy scene, a great start to a romantic evening of love making and sexual pleasures.
Barbara sat and pondered over many things for a while, having no clue how long she was alone with her thoughts, before the outer door opened and in walked the Professor, carrying a garment bag. He smiled as he quickly walked up to the cell door, his lab coat a luminous bright white as he hung the bag on the cell bars.
Batgirl stood, spread her feet apart and placed her hands on her hips, her well known Batgirl pose when she was confronting an opponent. She had forgotten the body stocking was nearly transparent, sparking as it practically exposed her body to him. Of course, he must have seen her naked body more than once since she had been there, so what did it matter if she was nearly naked now.
To the Professor, she was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen and the fulfillment of his fantasies.
“I see your awake and refreshed.” He said.
“Yes, Professor, very awake and refreshed.” She said, her Batgirl confidence back. “And you still won’t get away with this.”
“Oh, but I have, I already have.” he said gleefully. “Everything has gone perfectly and according to precise calculations.”
“I hardly think so.” She replied.
“Oh, I perceive you have the misconception that Mind Bender has failed in the attempt to bring you under my domination. I assure you, that is absolutely not the case.” He said.
“You’ve failed Professor.” He said. “I’m just as I’ve always been.”
The Professor smiled. “Batgirl, go to the wardrobe and open the bottom drawer.” He said.
Batgirl did as he said, walking to the cabinet and opening the bottom drawer. Why did she do that, and why hadn’t see looked in the drawer before?
“Batgirl, take what is in the drawer out and come closer to me.”
In the drawer were two pairs of black handcuffs, without the keys. She took the cuffs from the drawer and walked back to him.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Barbara hears a voice screaming at her not to listen to him, resist him and fight against him. But she found that while she didn’t want to do as he ordered, she did it anyways.
“Batgirl, lock one set of the cuffs on you ankles.” He said with an evil grin and rubbing his hands.
She did it, even though her mind fought against it.
“Batgirl, place your hands behind your back and lock the cuffs onto your wrists.” He said.
The voice was screaming at her, telling her not to do it, but before she knew it, she had placed her hands behind her back and locked in the handcuffs.
“Batgirl, get on your knees and stay there.
She knelt on the carpet, not moving as he unlocked the cell door and came in. He stood right in front of her, his hand on her head.
The cell door was open and he was right before her. Here was her chance. Even though she was bound hand and foot, the thought of butting her head against crotch as hard as she could and put the Professor in extreme pain raced though Batgirl’s mind. She could knock him out cold, find the keys and get out of the cuffs, lock him in the cuffs and the cell, then find Annie. But she didn’t do it. She willed herself to try, but she couldn’t do it!
Why?
“You want to escape, don’t you?” he said. “You want to run, maybe attack me, but you can’t. You only obey my commands and the ones I programmed into your mind.” He said as he opened his pants and exposed his raging hard cock to her.
“Batgirl, lick my penis.” He said.
It was repulsive. Never in a million years would she willingly lick the cock of a criminal, especially when her life was not in direct danger. She’d never give him that pleasure.
Batgirl expended her tongue and slid it over the tip of his hard rod, sliding down his shaft to the base, then slowly back up again. She continued on for several minutes, doing just as he ordered her to do.
“Batgirl, suck my cock.” He said.
The voice in her head screamed no, never, don’t do it.
She opened her mouth and took his rod deep into her mouth, slowly sliding it up and down the shaft.
Against her will, she was doing it. Even though she didn’t want to do it, she was doing it. Just by his command, she was doing it.
“I didn’t make you a mindless slave my dear Batgirl.” He said after a long groan. “I didn’t want to break your spirit, for I still want you to be forever Batgirl. But I programmed your psyche to obey my commands without hesitation and to never harm me.’ He groaned deeply again. “You might want to resist me, but you’ll find you can’t and you will obey me and do whatever act or command I order you to do.”
Batgirl now understood. Mind Bender had indeed worked. She would do whatever he wanted and never try to harm him. She fully comprehended his scheme, and was fully compliant.
Sucking his manhood made for a very effective demonstration.
“Batgirl, make me climax into your mouth and swallow my sperm.”
Unable to resist, he pumped his cock faster with her mouth. He groaned more and more until she knew he was close. With a couple more quick pumps, she plunged her mouth to the base of his cock and started to swallow.
He groaned deeply and shot the first wave of his orgasm into her. As he spewed more into her, Batgirl kept swallowing, drinking him down. When he seemed to be slowing, she sucked him softly, drawing the last of his seed from his shrinking cock. Even though he'd gone limp, he still held his penis in her mouth, savoring his victory
Satisfied, he pulled free and put himself away. Batgirl didn’t move on her own, but was helped to her feet.
“Batgirl, hop over to the bed but do not lie down”
Barbara did as commanded, hopping on her cuffed feet. She must have been quite a sight, bouncing in the purple body stocking and heels, with her wrists and ankles cuffed, her swelled boobs bouncing. She stood by the edge of the bed, looking back at him.
“Oh, you have no idea of how I dreamed and planned for this day, Batgirl.” He said as he rubbed up against her backside and groped her breasts. She wiggled and wanted to move away, but was helpless to break free and endured his impromptu fondling.
He unlocked one of the cuffs and ordered her to lock her hands in front of her. Then he made her first sit then lay back on the bed face up.
“Now, Batgirl, you are very horny. Play with yourself but do not climax.”
Immediately, Barbara became horny, just as he commanded. Her fingers first played with the nylon covered breasts, pinching them. She let out a moan and squirmed on the bed. She tried to fight it, but she was so horny she couldn’t stop herself.
The Professor sat in the big chair and watched Batgirl fondle and finger herself into a sexual frenzy. She squirmed in her cuffs, moaning and groaning as she pinched her nipples, then fingered her clit, rubbing herself till she nearly climax, then backed herself down, only to start again. He checked his watch, knowing he only had a few moments before he needed to get back to the lab and return to his work. But this was a welcome distraction.
He just wished his still limp manhood would recover enough to take advantage of the situation. But then again, he would have years yet to come to do just that.
“Please, Professor, let me come.” She said after several minutes of sexual torment. “I’ll loose my mind if I don’t”
The Professor chuckled. “You already have lost your mind, my dear Batgirl.” He said, amused with his own joke. “But I would not have you needlessly suffer, at least not now, when I have the power to give you all I want. Batgirl, make yourself climax.”
Barbara needed no more encouragement. Within a few seconds of added effort, she exploded into an orgasm. The climax made her scream in intense pleasure, rocking her entire body with wave after wave of orgasmic relief and pleasure.
“Batgirl, make yourself climax again.”
At his command, she was ready to orgasm once more and did. She couldn’t believe she could climax so quickly and so strongly again, but locked on the bed, she was coming once more.
“Batgirl, you are no longer horny.” He said.
Like a switch turning off, her sexual energy faded and she was lying on the bed, exhausted, breathing hard yet satisfied.
He needed to get back to his work. “You see, my dear Batgirl,” He said as he leaned over her, pulling her arms above and pinning her down, “You are now mine and will do as I say forever. I can give you pains and pleasures, whichever and whenever I desire it. Make me happy, and I will give you exotic pleasures all day, every day. Continue to resist me, and you will receive torments like you’ve never known, but while still serving me. Either way, I have won and will reap the spoils of my victory.”
Batgirl looked up at him. “I’ll never give into you freely.” She said.
“Have it your way, for now. I can always place you back in Mind Bender, if I chose.” He said. He unlocked the handcuffs from both her wrists and ankles, and removed the locks from her shoes. Even free from her bondage, Batgirl still could not will herself to attack the Professor. Her chance ended when he closed the cage door before pointing to the garment bag hanging between the cell bars.
“You have one hour to clean up and dress in this. Be ready.” He said as he left the room, locking the steel door behind him.
Barbara lay on the bed for a few moments, wondering how all this happened and why she couldn’t resist, even though she wanted too.
Eventually, she slid off her heels and slipped off the bed to retrieve the bag. Inside was a new outfit, a purple body suit, made of bright shiny rubber-like material. Modeled after her Batsuit, it was fully body length, from ankle to neck to wrist. It had no zipper, but a slider down the length of the back that closed up the suit. Though the suit had some stretch to it that allow her to put the costume on, it would shrink back to shape a moment later and form to her body. A gold chain belt was also inside, replacing her utility belt. Her old cowling was also inside but not her cape. She guessed she was to wear the purple heels as well.
She put the outfit down and lay back on the bed. A tear came to her eye. Was this it? Was the fight over and he had indeed won? Had she been reduced to nothing more than his remote controlled toy, a doll he would dress up and play with whenever he wanted? Was her life to be nothing more than his unwilling yet unyielding sex slave, doing what he ordered her to do and without the strength to resist?
And what about Annie Goodbody? Was Batgirl going to supplement her or replace her? If so, what was going to happen to the displaced Annie? How long would she last, and how long before he tired of her and discarded her for his next obsession?
Oddly enough, that thought gave Batgirl something new to fight for. She had lives to think about, her own and Annie’s, and possibly others yet to come. As long as she resisted and fought, Annie might be safe. And as long as she was around, Batgirl just might be able to turn Annie against the Professor. Together the might have enough resolve between them to resist and fight back, beat him at his own game and escape together.
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12.07.09
story continues in Batgirl vs the Professor 5: Annie Goodbody
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