Part 7: Plans and Flashbacks
Morning started with Annie brining fresh food and drink and a new box. Dreading what might be in it, Batgirl ate her breakfast first. To her surprise a small folded piece of paper was below her muffin. Careful not to overreact to the note, she casually moved it to the side, then palmed it so the camera would not catch sight of it. She finished her meal and headed for the shower. There she read the small note, her body blocking the camera from seeing it.
It was from Annie
‘Please forgive me for my outburst last night. I trust you and will help you any way I can.’
Batgirl was overjoyed yet cautious. This could be a setup. If the Professor had overheard their elevator conversation, he might be putting her up to misleading Batgirl. In the end, even though the Professor had a sick crush on the feminine crime fighter, he could still see her as a threat and eliminate her. For all she knew, Annie’s fate may have already been sealed.
Yet if true, she could be soon free of this torment and perhaps on her way to yet capturing the criminal inventor.
Batgirl carefully shredded the note and watched it wash down the drain, doubting the Professor had put a filter into her shower. She also noticed that no new hair was going on her body. She dried off and applied what little makeup they had provided for her. All of it had a purple tint, except for the bright red lipstick. She wondered why she did this, looking her best for a man who was imprisoning and doing far worse to her. She suspected it was another program placed into her mind.
She opened the box so see the next example of his Batgirl fetish.
A purple body briefer, with attached long sleeves, made of a material that looked like leather but moved like spandex. It was boned, so it would shape and accent her hour glass figure. Black tights were included along with black gloves and a pair of tight fitting lace up purple ankle boots with 4 inch heels. The note said to be dressed in it, along with her cowling, when called on. She assumed it would be soon.
Batgirl sighed. “Can’t you find something other than Batgirl knockoff costumes to dress me in!” she yelled out, hoping the Professor was listening. “And enough of the purple too! Can’t you be a little more creative and select other colors for me to wear?”
In fact, she was getting tired of being Batgirl. Fighting crime was the reason she adopted the persona of a female bat. But dressing up like a doll all day, every day as Batgirl was getting old fast. She found she was missing the plain long skirts and conservative high neck blouses of Barbara Gordon, and her own collection of lingerie too. She even considered changing her Batsuit to black and her fake hair to blond.
Barbara pulled on the tights and slipped into the body briefer. It seemed to shrink after she put it on, molding to her figure. At least the new boots were giving the bondage shoes a rest for the time being. She pulled on her cowling, adjusting her own black hair below and lastly slipped the black gloves on.
She felt like she was wearing a Halloween costume, meant for kinky adults.
She lay back on the bed and rested, thinking about what to do next. It was Wednesday, and somebody at the library office should be reporting Director Gordon missing by now. She hoped her father would start an investigation. More than likely, he’d call Batman too.
But even if they did start looking for her, what would they find? Barbara was very good at covering her tracks when she slipped into her Bargirl alter ego. She took great pains to keep the two sides of her split personality separate. Short of taking a wrecking ball to the building, an investigation of her small home wouldn’t find any evidence of Batgirl or evidence to where she had gone. She doubted even Batman’s well trained eye would not find any useful clues.
Barbara Gordon had disappeared, without a trace, last Friday night.
Oddly enough, Batgirl would be missing too, but no one would launch a search for her.
The trail would be cold almost immediately. Like a million fellow Gotham City residents, she used public transportation to get to work and cabs to social engagements. She had nothing on her calendar to do this past weekend, keeping it clear to search for the Professor. She’d be missing at least 3 or 4 days before anyone question it and in theory could be thousands of miles way. Barbara had no current boyfriend or jilted lover to investigate. Her father may have called her once or twice, perhaps showing she may have been gone a while. While friendly to her neighbors, she kept them on the other side of the fence. Not even a date with Bruce was on the horizon. Not many clues to follow.
Currently, only 2 people knew where she was. One was her capture, the other she wasn’t sure if she could count as a friend or adversary. Even Charlie would provide no leads.
The outer door opened and Annie Goodbody entered. She was dressed in her lab coat, but also a tight fitting shiny black rubber skirt and bustier, black rubber stockings and black pump shoes with sky high heels.
One part mistress, one part employee. All hot woman.
“The Professor wants you in the testing center. He will join you shortly.” She said coldly. “Put on your walking restraints.”
Knowing it was futile to resists and bring the wrath of the Professor down on them both, Batgirl retrieved the items from the drawer. She locked the collar around her neck. She placed the leg cuffs on her ankles and locked her wrists behind her back. Only then did Annie open the cell door, clipped the leash on and led Batgirl out.
Annie didn’t even look at Batgirl, which really confused her as her rubber clothes squeaked with every step. They walked to the freight elevator in silence and started the downward trek. If she was on her side, why wasn’t she giving her a sign or at least ask about the note? Batgirl began suspecting the note was a fake and her heart sank again.
Between two floors, Annie stopped the elevator and turned to Batgirl.
“Did you get my note?” she asked quietly.
“Yes, I did, thank you.” Batgirl said with her heart lightening. “Of course you’re forgiven.”
“We need to be quick. We don’t have much time. I’m willing to help get you out of here.”
“No, we are both going to get out of here.” Batgirl corrected her.
“Maybe, but I doubt that is possible. What can I do?”
“Can you slip a copy of my cell keys to me?”
“No, there’s only one set and it must hang on a hook in the lab at all times. The Professor checks that I hang them up each time I return. He will notice if they are missing and I have no way to make a copy.”
“Can you leave the doors unlocked tonight?
“No, they never unlock, only unlatch with the keys.”
“Describe a route out of the building, one that we will have the least trouble getting past the traps.”
“I don’t know all the floors. I’m not allowed on the main level. All the windows are sealed and unbreakable and all doorways are set with traps.”
“The roof. Can we get to that?”
“Maybe.” She thought. “Yes, we can! I know where the roof access stairway is. We were up there once for a design test. I know there’s a trap set, but I saw how he deactivated it when we went up. But how do we get down?”
“I doubt you can get my utility belt to me.”
“No, I don’t think I can. He will notice it missing.”
“Do you know where my cape is?”
“Yes”
“Excellent. Casually suggest to him how good the cape would look on me in this outfit. With his fetishes, he should agree. If he does, there’s a small repelling cord hidden inside we can use. It should be long enough to reach the street if we can find something to hook on to near the edge of the roof. It’s very strong and can hold both of our weights.”
“But I can’t go into the street.” Annie complained.
“Annie, listen to me carefully. We both know how powerful Mind Bender is, but there is no way you conscious or unconscious mind can stop your heart from beating. It’s not physically possible, no matter what he has told you. No one has that kind of power. He’s only put that fear into you to keep you from trying to escape. You need to believe me, it won’t happen.”
“But I know it will happen.”
“It goes against all laws of human physicality. Once your feet hit the pavement, you’ll see it how false his hypnotic suggestion is. The fear is only in your mind, hence why he calls it Mind Bender.”
Annie thought for a few seconds. “OK, I’ll try.” She said at last.
“Good girl. When will he come to the testing center?”
“After I have you down there and return to the lab. Your cape and utility belt are located there. He wants you alone today but plans to have us together tonight, after the client leaves.”
“Perfect. Will you be taking me back to my cell later?”
“Most likely.”
“We’ll anticipate you will. If he doesn’t go for it this time, we’ll find another chance. If he does, we’ll make our escape tonight when you take me back to my cell. Be ready to go on a moments notice.”
“I will. We better get moving. He’ll be wondering where I am if I don’t return shortly.” Annie started the elevator down again.
“If he asks why you took so long, tell him you were having problems with the elevator controls. Say it was sticking and not making the elevator move. It’s so old, it’s a reasonable explanation.” Batgirl said. “Be confused and ask him to look at it before he questions you further.”
Once in the basement, they went to the testing center. All the same precautions were used not to activate the death traps. They didn’t speak a word till they were in the center.
Batgirl was led over to a device she was all too familiar with. It consisted of a long cylinder tube, standing on end, about four feet in height and 6 inches in diameter, with a solid rod inserted inside it. It was in fact a hydraulic lifting system, said to be rated at about 15,000 pounds of pressure. When the system was activated, the piston would rise about an inch at a time. The bottom cylinder was attached to a small yet heavy platform. There was only enough room on the base for a pair of feet, shod in a pair of high heels, could stand on. Actually, the victims ankles would be locked into steel rings that could tightened so the person standing in them could not slip out. Attached to the piston top was another set that were their equal. A third ring, a large adjustable loop, was located at waist level.
It was a modern day equivalent of the medieval torture rack.
A shapely female villain, with designs on killing Batgirl and stealing an ancient relic that would have given her some great power had used the device on her a year ago. Once she had been placed in the device, she was stretched. Then, several sexual tormenting devices were strapped to her body at all the sensitive places, causing her to orgasm uncontrollably. With each climax Batgirl had, the piston moved up 1 inch, stretching her tighter while the ring at her waist held her body in place. The villain left her alone to her demise, estimating that it would take about 10 to 12 orgasms to rip Batgirl apart.
The bad news for the villain was on the fifth climax, the jerking motion had activated a small laser in her utility belt that quickly burned a hole through lower cylinder, letting the hydraulic fluid leak out and its own weight caused the piston to lower. Batgirl quickly escaped and captured the criminal, who was tried, found guilty and sentenced to 15 years in prison.
It took several weeks for Barbara’s joints and muscles to fully recover.
“He wants me in that!” Batgirl cried, having flashbacks of the pain it caused on her before her narrow escape.
“Until the Professor arrives.” Annie said.
“No, please, not that again. It nearly tore me apart the last time.” Batgirl pulled on the leash.
“The Professor doesn’t want to injure you. There is a non-lethal setting. He wants to see how you looked in it.” Annie replied. “You may trust me, it’s the truth.”
Batgirl took a deep breath and tried to control her panic. She believed that he still wanted to act out his fantasies on her and death wasn’t in the plan, at least not yet.
Batgirl nodded. She suspected the Professor was watching the proceedings and might expect her to still resist. She didn’t need to act scared at this one.
Batgirl’s restraints were removed and set aside, next to the purple ball gag she wore yesterday. She stepped onto small platform and her ankles were locking into the rings and tightened. She fought back her panic when the piston was raised and her hands were placed in the upper rings, the loops very tight around her wrists. Then her waist was secured in the larger ring. Batgirl was having horrible flashbacks to the last time she was rendered like this.
The piston was raised again until she felt a lot of tension on her body. Here Annie stopped, seeing Batgirl’s eyes widen when she felt her body begin to stretch. Unknown to the professor, Annie set piston one step down, lowering it by 1 inch and giving Batgirl at least a small amount of relief.
Lastly, a boom arm was placed next to her, with a large vibrator attached on the end. It was presses up against her crotch, but left it powered off. For now, the gag was left off as Annie stepped back to survey her work.
“That will hold you till the Professor arrives.” She said out loud, hoping the Professor would hear them over the audio link.
“My chiropractor would love this.” Batgirl said. “No chance you can lower this thing, give me a little relief?”
“No.” Annie said coldly but winked. The camera was behind her.
“Well, I escaped this once before, I’m sure I can again.”
“I doubt you will. You don’t have your utility belt this time.” Annie replied. “I bet you looked sexy with that on and your cape too.”
“Oh, I’m sure I did.” Batgirl said. “I’m sure the Professor would like it.”
“Perhaps I should suggest that to the Professor. He might like that idea and reward me too.”
The acting over, the rubber clad Annie turned and left the testing center, leaving Batgirl alone in the hideous device. At least this time, she wasn’t being stretch apart.
It was several minutes before the door opened again and the Professor entered the lab. Annie was not with him, just like she said. Slung over his arm was her own purple and yellow cape. Annie’s suggestion worked!
“Well, aren’t you a sight to behold. You are in one of my favorite inventions. So simple, yet so affective. Of course, it’s just a highly advance update of the old rack system used for so many centuries. But you must admit, Batgirl, it is very creative on my part and executed flawlessly.” He laid her cape over a nearby chair.
“Right, a hydraulic powered torture rack. Very creative. Who but you could have thought of that?” she mocked. “Have you invented the solar powered thumb screw too?”
He began to quickly explain the technical aspects of his device, how precise the controls, the monitoring sensors, the exactness of the movements and such.
Another monolog. Why do they all have to describe their every evil thought in such detail?
“So you can see, it is so much more than just a modern update, Batgirl.”
“Yet I managed not to be killed by it.” She said.
“Variables, Batgirl, too many variables. The bumbling of these foolish criminals, not properly setting them up according to specifications or not operating them correctly will lead to failure every time. The environment they operate in and power fluctuations, so many variables I need to account for in my designs, especially when not part of the specifications. And you have no idea how penny pinching they all are, never spending the money to make it perfect. You must appreciate how hard I compensate for all these.”
“Yeah, I’m your biggest fan.” She mocked. “So my efforts and creativity account for nothing?”
“Oh, hardly. I am utterly amazed at some of your escapes from my devices. It’s one of the things I appreciate most about you, Batgirl.”
“Why do you still call me Batgirl?” She said. “I have a name, Barbara Gordon. You went to great efforts to discover it. You’ve taken the mystery of Batgirl away, so why call me that?”
“Because to me, you will always be Batgirl.” He said. “You have no other name any longer.”
“I certainly don’t feel like Batgirl any longer, thanks to you.” She replied.
“Well, perhaps your old cape will help revive those feelings.” He said. “Annie remarked that my choice of outfits was missing that facet. I coincide I must agree with her. I don’t know how I forgot such an important detail before now.”
“Guess you had a few other things on your mind.” Batgirl was happy he ‘remembered’ that detail. It could be her ticket out of here. “If you let me out of this, I could model it for you.”
“Oh no. I don’t have the time to release and get you back into there just to put on your cape. When we’re finished, you can wear it.”
“You could alter your plans a little. I could be a little accommodating to you if you let me down. This isn’t the most practical or comfortable device to be in.”
“I never alter my plans.” He said. “Not enough time for that now. But while I won’t make it more comfortable, I will make more enjoyable.”
He took the purple ball gag from the table. At first, Batgirl tied to resist, not wanting the huge ball wedged into her mouth. But he commanded her to cooperate, and successfully strapped the gag in place. He enjoyed the process of overpowering her, even though he held a slight advantage.
“Sadly, I never get to see my devices work in the field on their intended targets.” He said. “With Miss Goodbody, I get a small sample, but it’s not the same. Now with you here, Batgirl, I get to enjoy seeing the fruits of my labor as they were intended to function.”
With that completed, he pressed a button on the remote, causing the vibrator to come on. The Professor pulled a chair over before the evil tormenter to watch the show, setting the remote next to him. The system was on automatic.
“Batgirl, the vibrator is turning you on, building you up to an orgasm.” He said.
Again, because of the programming of her mind, her body began to respond. She felt herself getting hot and the first tingles of pleasure began to run through her body. She moaned into her gag, and her body withered in the sexual pleasure.
She looked over at professor, who now hand his pants open and was stoking himself with a huge grin on his face. She guessed he was enjoying the floor show. At least this time he was keeping it to himself.
The orgasm was building in her body. She feared it, for she was knew what was coming after. The question was how far he would let this go.
“Batgirl, climax now.”
Unable to resist, the orgasm swelled and exploded over her body. She moaned into her gag as the waves of pleasure raced though her body.
Then the piston raised an inch.
Batgirl screamed into the gag. Like so many of his wicked devices, it gave her a mix of pain and pleasure. While the pleasure part was good (really good), the pain part overruled any positive aspects the terrible devices gave.
No redeeming qualities here.
“Batgirl, build to another orgasm.”
Instantly, she was horny again and ready to climax. She was of clear enough mind to reason that the Professor wasn’t going to let the device rip her apart, but how many times would he let her climax and move the rod up another inch. She could as easily damage her as kill her if he let it go to far.
“Batgirl, climax now.”
The orgasm swelled and exploded over her body again. She moaned once more into her gag as the fresh waves of pleasure raced though her body.
Then the piston raised an inch.
She screamed, the pain much stronger this time. How was she going to survive this?
Then the piston lowered, back to the pervious spot. Relief.
“This is so exciting.” He was giddy. He was stroking his cock quickly. “Batgirl, build to another orgasm and climax.”
She did and the process repeated: Orgasm, pleasure, pain, relief.
Another cycle: Orgasm, pleasure, pain, relief.
Another cycle: Orgasm, pleasure, pain, relief.
He came over to her and removed the gag.
“Professor, no more, please, no more.” She begged.
“Just once more and we’ll finish.” He said. “Batgirl, build to another orgasm and climax.”
She did as commanded. Orgasm, pleasure, pain, relief.
Only this time, the relief was much stronger. The loop around her waist was opened as the piston lowered. In fact, the piston lowered quickly. With her hands still locked above her head and her feet locked below, the exhausted Batgirl was forced to drop her body down while bending her knees.
With her head at the perfect height, he forced his swollen cock into her mouth.
The suddenness surprised her, but the act didn’t. He had been stroking his cock so hard that she anticipated he was close to his boiling over point. She knew what was coming next as he pumped his cock into her mouth.
“Batgirl, swallow when I come.” He ordered.
He came a few second later, shooting his load down her throat. Having no choice, she willing drank all he gave to her until he gave no more and softened in her mouth.
Barbara was once more disgusted.
After having been cleaned off courtesy of Batgirl, he withdrew from her mouth and pulled his clothes on. Batgirl was happy the repulsive scene was over. The piston was raised again until Barbara was once more standing. The rings were released and she was ordered to step down and not move. The leg irons were attached to her ankles.
Then she was handed her cape.
“Let me she how you look with this on.” he said.
Batgirl was so excited, but worked hard to hide her emotions. She rolled her eyes and took the cape from his hands. She threw it over her shoulders and secured it in place. She then set into her classic Batgirl pose, feet spread (as far as the chain would allow) and hands on her hips.
“Satisfied?” she asked. He should be after unloading his sperm into her mouth.
“Hmm, I’m not sure. Put the handcuffs on, in front this time.”
Batgirl locked the cuffs on her wrists. She even raised her hands in a mock suspension when he ordered her to do it.
“Yes, I can see the appeal of this.” He stated. Then one loop was released and she was ordered to lock her hands behind her back again.
“Hard to see you hands.” He commented. “I don’t like that. I enjoy seeing hands locked behind and useless fingers fluttering. Still, I can see we will use the cape at times.”
A phone rang over on the desk. He went to answer it.
Batgirl was overjoyed, especially when she felt the hidden cable in her cape despite her bondage.
“Drat. My client is going to be late.” He said as he set the phone back down. “Oh, delays, delays. Where did the time go? Batgirl, sit in the chair till Miss Goodbody comes for you. So much to do and no time.” He quickly left the room.
Bargirl sat in the chair, unable to get up. She wanted to, but she couldn’t. It was strange, being bound and sitting, especially after what just happened. But she had her cape so the nightmare could be ending soon.
At least, she hoped it would soon be.
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08.08.09
story continues in Batgirl vs the Professor 8: Escape Attempt
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