Part 9: Visitors
After helping the bound heroine to her feet, the three headed back down to the testing center. Once there, her ankle and wrists cuffs were removed as well as her gag.
“Well done.” She whispered to Annie when the professor was out of ear shot. “We’ll try again soon.”
Batgirl was ordered not to resist or move unless instructed. Plenty of instructions followed to get her current position.
Batgirl struggled against the straps that pinned her to the X-frame. She was strapped at the wrists, arms, chest, waist, thighs and ankles. Since there was nothing for her feet to stand on or her hands to hold, she actually hung from the huge wooden X, with her arms and legs spread apart. The frame leaned back, about 10 degrees or so, but it offered little in the way of support. The purple ball gag had been reapplied to keep her quiet.
Batgirl watched as Annie was given new orders, but could not overhear what they were. Annie left the lab immediately and had not been seen since. This left the hurried professor alone with the helpless crime fighter.
“You look so marvelous there, Batgirl.” he said as his hand sliding over her exposed crotch. “If only I had time to repeat our morning adventure. But rest assured, I have such wonderful plans for us, so many possibilities to explore.”
Batgirl was very happy there were at two layers of material between his hand and her privates.
“Ah well, something to look forward to this evening.” He said checking his watch. “Well, I must prepare my demonstration and greet my guest.”
With that, the Professor left as well, leaving Batgirl alone, pinned to the X-frame. At least this time there wasn’t anything tormenting or arousing her while she waited. Simple bondage she could handle (even enjoy) and was a welcome relief from all the events of the last few days.
Batgirl struggled against the straps that held her affixed to the X-frame, but nothing was giving to allow her an escape. Not having her belt meant she only had her skills to get free. Even those were failing her now, for the straps were very tight and the buckles well out of reach. Batgirl was here for the duration of the demonstration. This gave her nothing to do but wait and think.
If only they had seen the sensors. They were so close. Apparently he was wise enough not to deactivate all the building defenses, especially those the Caped Crusaders preferred. The surprise on the Professors face showed that he was so preoccupied, he had no clue what was happening or that his two captives were in the process of making an escape attempt.
The only good news was he completely believed their fabricated story about what they were doing up there. He must consider Mind Bender so fool-proof, even his unspoken commands were blindly followed. But then again, the only person who spoke to Annie over the past year was the Professor, so she didn’t have anyone else giving her directions.
Batgirl still had her cape on, so there was still the hope she could use the repelling rope at a future time.
There were limits to the Professors intelligence and wisdom.
Poor Annie, being part of the demonstration. Barbara could not think about the torments the kidnapped beauty queen would soon be facing. Annie had been there before and survived (even enjoyed), but Barbara hoped it wasn’t going to be too brutal or painful for her.
And she was going to witness it.
Batgirl thought about how could they get up to the roof now. The Professor had to sleep some time. Did Annie have enough mental strength (or the ability) to leave her room in the middle of the night, get the keys from the lab, possibly deactivate the buildings defenses and traps, get Batgirl out of the cell and make their escape? Maybe they didn’t need to go to the roof, just walk right out the front door and hop on the BatCycle.
The BatCycle!
It had been a whole lot of days since she arrived. Had he discovered it? He must have by now. Where was it? Was it even in one piece?
Batgirl realized she would need a plan for when they got out of the building. Of course, if the BatCycle was (by some miracle) still there, they ride it off the Police Headquarters. More than likely, they would need to work their way out of the area on foot, avoiding contact with the less than friendly neighbors, and find a way to the nearest police station, hospital, or even a phone. Barbara had a good layout of the neighborhood memorized, so she theorized they needed to head west to find safety the quickest. Deprived of her utility belt, they would need to rely on her wits and fighting talents to make it.
But could Annie Goodbody be counted on to do anything to help from this point forward? She was so scared of the Professor and the impending exhibition may only weaken her frail resolve to escape his clutches.
Batgirl determined she would need to wait for an opportunity to present itself. If Annie was still willing to work with her, great. If not, then she could only count on herself and her skills to make the attempt again and maybe bring Annie along.
She just hoped she had the chance before the Professor decided to used Mind Bender on her again and make changes her programming.
So many variables.
Some small amount of time passed before she heard the door unlatch, the door swing open and the voice of the Professor as he walked in.
And directly behind him was the striking form of Catwoman.
The sexy thief was in her famous form fitting glittering black latex catsuit, from wrist to toe. She sultry strutted in on 5 inch high stiletto heeled ankle boots. Her trademarked black cat ears on her head and black mask across her eyes, as if it really hid her well known face, framed by her shoulder length black hair. A silver chain belt was slung low on her hips and her fingers the sharp razor like claws on the black gloves she wore. Even the silly tail that followed her.
Her body was incredible, as always. Tiny waist, long legs, curvaceous hips and buttocks and full chest. She oozed feminine charms. Every move, step and wiggle of her ass drove men wild with lust, if not for her thieving black heart.
She carried a small black handbag and was accompanied by 3 of her kittens. Each of them in leopard printed vinyl halter tops, shorts, black tights and black 5” stiletto pumps. Each had a pair of matching leopard printed cat ears on their heads, lace gloves on their hands and cat tails attached to their backs.
At first, no one paid attention to Batgirl, off by herself on the far side of the room struggling against the X-frame straps. Sheer terror ran though her mind. She was a fly trapped in the web, but the spiders had not noticed her, at least yet. It was a least a moment before one of the kittens gasped at the site of the purple heroine pinned against the wooden frame.
“Mistress, look!” she said, interrupting her mistress’ conversation and pointing in Batgirl’s direction. The other kittens squealed in delight and started jabbering and laughing.
“My, my, what do we have here?” Catwoman purred in her usual breathless voice. “Purrr-fessor, you didn’t tell me you were entertaining a special guest.”
“My latest achievement.” The Professor replied. “A culmination of a lot of work too.”
The kittens had left Catwoman’s side and were dancing around the helpless bat. They laughed, made fun of her and pawed at her body, even fondling her breasts and crotch.
“Purrr-fessor, I am very impressed. I was expecting to pick up a splendid little toy for my kittens, but I didn’t think you would have such a fine bonus for me as well.” Catwoman said.
“You’re a little confused Catwoman. She’s not for you.”
“She isn’t for me?” she said, almost pouting. ‘Then who is she for?”
“No one.”
“No one? Is she baiting a trap, purrr-haps for Batman?”
“No, nothing like that. She’s for me alone.”
“You?” Catwoman said, almost laughing.
“Yes, me. Why not?!” The Professor seemed a little angry at this line of questioning.
“Well first off, you have little Miss what’s her name, the beauty queen tart. I though she was your little fantasy plaything.”
“Yes, I do. But with Batgirl, I have so much more. Miss Goodbody had been a capable assistant and plaything, as you say, but I will have little use for her going forward.”
That sent a fresh chill down Batgirl’s spine. Annie’s worst fear was right all along. She was about to be cast aside, for Batgirl.
Or worse.
“I see. But Purrr-fessor, you don’t realize what you have here.” Catwoman purred as she ran her hands over the Professor. “There are so many who would be willing to pay a purrr-fectly wonderful price for her. It would be so purrrr-rofitable to you if she was sold. Purrrr-haps even an auction for her, to really drive up the purrrr-rice.”
“She’s not for sale.” The Professor said flatly. “I have personal plans for Batgirl and I do not anticipate altering them.”
The kittens let out a collective groan. “Please Mistress, can’t we have her to play with?” One asked. “Something for us to play with?”
“Yes, please. She will make such a wonderful toy.” Another added. “Just think what we can do with her, keeping her all tied up.”
“We can make her our sex slave!” the third added. “Make her eat pussy all day and night.”
“You see Purrr-fessor, how many want her. What more evidence do you need? I’m willing to pay $100,000 for her right now.”
“No.”
“I’ll make it $250,000. I’ll even give you the use of one of my kittens for a week.”
“I said Batgirl not for sale.” The Professor said angrily. “She’s mine! Do not ask again.”
“Pity.” Catwoman said as she ran a finger over Batgirls crotch. “I would have had a purrr-fectly devious time with her. If you grow bored with her, and if there’s much left of her, please let me be the first to make an offer for her purrr-chase. I have many things to pay her back for.” She clawed a breast, making Batgirl moan into her gag, thankful the full affect of the pinch of her claws was blunted by the body briefer covering her breasts. “So many wicked ideas I have for her to yet be played out. I would love to do them at my leisure.”
“Yes, yes, fine. Shall we get down to the real business of the day?” The Professor said as they stepped away from the trapped captive. The kittens followed, but whispered things between themselves as the look back at the helpless woman.
“I assume my latest design is ready.”
“I completed it this morning. I bit of a rush job I must complain.”
“I’m sorry that it was an inconvenience for you, but I hope the prrrr-ice will make up for it.” Catwoman purred. “My little kittens here have been getting a bit restless lately, and have become such a handful that it demands too much of my time to discipline them. I hope this little gizmo will help keep them in line and free up my time for more purr-roftible endeavors.”
“I’m sure it shall. I hope you don’t mind, but I made several modifications to your original concept, improvements and enhancements that will be very beneficial and quite useful.”
“You know I always trust your judgment, Professor.” She said as she caressed his face. “I can’t wait to see it.”
Catwoman’s feminine flirtations had no affect on the Professor. He gave her a little gesture and they stepped over to a something covered in a large sheet. With flair of dramatics, he jerked the sheet off to present his latest creation. The new device was not far from Batgirls perch on the X-frame, so she was able to get a good look at it.
A rectangular platform formed the 3 feet by 4 feet base. Off center was mounted a post, similar to what a barber chair sat on, topped with a small cushion covered in black leather. Below the cushion were 2 small posts, about shoulder width apart, with wide leather bands attached. Two rods were attached under the cushion, with numerous straps of leather at several points. In addition, two robotic arms, with multiple joints, could travel a path around the edge of the platform. A wireless control panel was laying on the edge and a few other fixed robotic arms were mounted at other spots around the device.
The Professor began to explain his invention.
“I made a design change, adding an adjustable post to compensate for the subjects height, in case you wish to take a personal interest in subject’s torments. I also added a few new accessories that will arouse the subject but not allow relief unless desired.”
The kittens were dancing about it, giggling as the looked excitedly at the new toy. Catwoman slowly surveyed the tormenter, smiling and fondling her kittens as she saw her design now as a reality.
“It’s purr-fect Professor.” Catwoman breathlessly purred. “A spectacular job, as always. I approve of your modifications, but then again, you always know best in these matters. You truly have a scrumptious mind for these things. Now I just need to decide which one of my pets will be the first to try it out.”
“If you don’t mind, I’ll provide a test subject who could use a little lesson as well. I’ll bring her in.” He said. Catwoman looked back at Batgirl, the look in her eye said she was hoping to see someone dressed in purple affixed to the device.
But to her disappointment, the Professor left, saying he’d be back in a moment. When he was gone, Catwoman called over her kittens and had a quick discussion, Catwoman doing most of the talking. They broke their huddle just a few seconds before the door opened.
The Professor came in first, holding a chain in his hand. To the kitten’s surprise and delight, he was leading in the exquisite bound form of Miss Goodbody.
Batgirl was not surprised at his choice of test subjects.
But she was surprised at how she was dressed. Miss Goodbody was clad in a tight fitting leopard printed mini dress that barely contained her large chest and supple bottom. Her legs were naked but on her feet were leopard printed high heels with 5” metallic spikes. She wore opera length gloves with the same spots and a head piece liking a cat herself.
She wore no ankle bindings, but her wrists were locked together in handcuffs. A large leather patch covered her mouth and buckled behind. Batgirl assumed a large leather sack was wedged between her teeth. She tugged on the chain, enough to display her unwillingness to be the test subject, but not enough to break free. She pleaded behind the gag, which only added to her appearance of distress.
The Professor knew how to impress a client.
Like the condemned being led to the gallows, the Professor brought the helpless woman over to the new device. The kittens squealed in delight and danced around her, pawing at her helpless figure. One even slapped her ass. Annie squealed in torment.
“Why, it’s Miss Goody-body.” Catwoman said as she lifted her chin with a claw. “How purr-fectly delightful. I was hoping to see a bat in the flogger, but using the luscious Miss Good-body will make a suitable substitute.”
Annie looked over at Batgirl, pleading with her eyes for help, knowing she would get none.
The Professor placed the protesting model on the platform and made her bend over, with her midriff across the cushion and her chest hanging over. Apparently he had preset the height of the device to fit Miss Goodbody. With her feet still on the floor, the Professor removed the handcuffs and locked her wrists into the leather cuffs on the short posts. Next, he spread Annie’s legs apart and belted them into the two rods. The rods swung as well, able to lock the victim’s legs tightly together or spread wide apart if desired.
Annie was strapped in.
Due to the compromising position, the mini-dress slid up, exposing the fact the Annie was not wearing any panties. One of the kittens took the opportunity to further slide it up to her waist. Another Kitten pulled the dress down and freed Annie’s amplified breasts.
It was a most humiliating and vulnerable position to be in.
As the kittens fondled the helpless, moaning model, (with Catwoman looking on), the Professor attached several items to the robot arms. To one, he added a large dildo with attached clit stimulator. This was covered in jelly and slid into Annie’s love tunnel, making her groan deeply and the kittens squeal. To another set of small arms, he added some kind of cups and slid them in place over Annie’s breasts. Next, he added two leather cat-o-nine takes to the twin robotic arms. He checked everything to make sure all things were properly aligned before he picked up the control pad.
With Annie struggling against the unyielding straps and added accessories, the Professor explained how the device worked, bringing it to life.
“This area controls the stimulators. This one the breasts” and a hum began as the two cups began to work on her enhanced breast. “This activates the nipple stimulation.” A squeal came from the reluctant lab assistant. “This controls the lower areas, clit stimulator and phallic penis.” The dildo began to buzz and slowly push in and out of Annie. “The dildo is self-lubricating, as to not cause irritation. A second dildo can be added if you desire.”
“Impressive.” Catwoman said.
“This area controls the floggers, the speed, strength, timing and motion.” He pressed the button and the arms came to life. One of the whips flipped over and slapped across Annie’s exposed butt cheek, making her jump. Seconds later, the other robot arm smacked the other side. The process repeated a moment later.
“This controls the range of motion, how far up the body you want the arms to travel, but will always stop at the shoulders.”
“Can they attack the underside?” Catwoman asked.
“If you desire.” He replied. The kittens were delighted. “The built in sensors detect if you have your subject positioned face up or face down and will compensate for either. Additional sensors will detect when the subject is in too much distress. And you can control climaxes, giving as many or few as you desire. There is also a provision for a two person configuration with attachments. The system can be configured so.”
“With the girls connected to one another with a strap-on dildo?”
“A full action and vibrating strap-on dildo, Catwoman, as you requested, all tied into the central controller. Or set so the second person can independently interact and dominate the subject at the head, rear or both, and not be struck by the whips, if you desire that configuration.”
“You are a genius Professor.” Catwoman said. “I see what you mean by a personal interest. I can join in on the fun, if I have the craving.”
Annie was in torment, one minute being pleasured by the devices, the next a shot of torment as the floggers smacked her ass. Each time she was struck the jumped and grunted, but returned to moaning a few seconds later as she wiggled against the sex devices. The setting on the floggers was low and slow, not moving up to her back. But still devilish in its design.
Batgirl turned away from watching, feeling such pity for Annie. But for all the things being done to her, she didn’t seem in too dire of distress. Punishment, yes, but with an erotic stimulating side affect of intense pleasures being heaped upon the trapped assistant.
“May I be the first to try it Mistress?” one of her kittens asked. The kittens seemed to be enjoying the sight of Annie in the Auto-Flogger, as they called it. One of kittens was openly fondling her own crotch while watching.
“Perhaps later, my dear. But I would so love to see another test subject used, Purr-fessor.”
“If you like.” He said as he shut the device down. “Which of your kittens will be next?”
“I was thinking not of a cat but of a bat.” She said with an evil grin.
“No, no, that is not possible.” He said as he pulled the sexual devices from Annie. She groaned deeply, for the affects (or his programming) had made her very horny but had not been allowed to climax.
“But Purr-fessor, it would mean so much to me to see Batgirl suffer even just for a little while.”
“No, you may test with your kittens if you like.” He said as he freed Annie from the straps and helped her to her feet. Her gag was removed too and Annie covered herself up again.
“Please Purr-fessor, I’d even pay for the privilege.” She said as she opened her handbag.
“No, Catwoman.” he said firmly as he dismissed Annie, ordering her to return to the lab.
Batgirl watched as she left. She hardly seemed any worse for the ware. In fact, she seemed like a woman still very aroused but disappointed. She never did get an orgasm from the system. Perhaps she was still horny.
“Oh, very well Purr-fessor, but you disappoint me, for I had such a nice bonus in mind for you. But I should at least thank you for your hard work.” She said as she stroked his crotch.
“You’re prompt payment will be enough.” He said, irritated at Catwoman. “If you don’t mind, I have a full schedule for today, so I must ask you to complete our transaction and depart.”
Batgirl was quite surprised at the Professor’s reaction to Catwoman’s advances. Most men would be jumping at the chance to have a wild romp with the sexy thief. The Professor, on the other hand, was quite resilient and uninterested. In fact, he seemed like he wanted nothing more than for the felines to leave as soon as possible.
Maybe Batgirl comment about giving men better hard-ons than Catwoman was right all along.
“Of course.” She purred as she reached into her bag. “Here’s your payment in full.” She said as she extracted a small perfume bottle and sprayed it into the Professor’s face.
Batgirl had seen that spray before, her famous hypnotic perfume. The Professor just froze on place, staring off into the distance. Batgirl had been there before, trapped in a haze and usually waking up within the confines of one of those little sadistic traps.
Just reward for the Professor.
“Now Purr-fessor, I will leave you with the full payment as we agreed.” Catwoman said as she circled around the paralyzed inventor. “And when you awake again, you will offer to give me Batgirl, free of charge, for being such a purr-fect client of yours for all these years.”
Batgirl heard these words and became very afraid. In the Professors clutches, she was a prisoner and a sex toy, but still alive and well. Being handed over to Catwoman and her crew meant certain death, a slow, tortured end for sure.
“I will do no such thing!” the Professor thundered as he stood upright and glared at the feline master thief.
“You, you’re awake!” she stuttered, caught off guard at his quick recovery. Both her and her kittens cowered back from him.
“Awake? I was never under the influence of the potion. You think I would develop a hypnotic spray and not engineer an antidote? Do you take me as such a great fool!”
“My dear Professor, it was a little joke…”
“Rubbish! You were plotting to steal Batgirl from me!” he thundered. “I determined you would have designs on her, so I monitored your conversation when I left the room. I took the precaution to administer myself the antidote before I returned. I’ve known your plan this entire time and have been waiting for you to make your useless attempt.”
“You have it all wrong Purr-fessor. I meant only a small loan of Batgirl, returned to you….”
“You insult my intelligence?!? Blast you woman! Now you all feel my wrath!” He cried.
“Run kittens, run!!” Catwoman cried as they fled the room.
“You can’t escape!” He called after them. “You will all be in my hand in moments! You’ll never escape this building”
The kittens, followed by Catwoman, ran through the door. But the buildings internal defenses had already been reactivated and the first sexy kitten past the door fell through the floor into one of his traps.
Her piercing scream was easily heard.
The three remaining women hardly hesitated for their fallen comrade as they vaulted over the gaping hole and ran into the hallway. More screams were heard, followed by a mechanical sound. Another trap had caught at least one of the three remaining women.
Batgirl could hear Catwoman calling. It sounded like she was telling her last kitten to forget the newly trapped girl and make a run for it.
With all the chaos flying about, it was the Professor who had become the sane, calm one. He walked over to the phone and made a call. He must be talking to Miss Goodbody.
“Are both secured? Good. Where are they others now? Excellent. All defenses are active correct? Good. We got who? Oh, drat, I want Catwoman! Where is she? Ah, perfect. Let me know when she’s…oh she there. It’s only a matter of seconds now. Keep monitoring and let me know if she makes it…she’s in? Excellent, that’s all of them. No, no, I’ll collect them up myself and bring them to the testing center for holding. Keep monitoring for distress and in the odd improvable chance one might break free. Notify me if there is a chance.”
He hung up the phone. He rubbed his hands and mumbled to himself, debating what his next move would be. He then smiled to himself and turned to Batgirl, pulling the purple ball from her mouth.
“Well, my dear Batgirl, it seems I hit the proverbial jackpot this week.” He said, looking at the helpless crime fighter. “First you, and now Catwoman and all her kittens have fallen into my hands. She tried to cross me, and pay for it dearly she will. And you, the one woman who has continuously out witted and confounded her, will help me apply the punishment. What a twist of fate that you will help me inflict justice on Catwoman.”
“What justice do you mean to inflict?” Batgirl asked.
“If you are asking if I will kill her, the answer is no, I won’t.” he said. “I want no blood on my hands, nor on yours. But Catwoman needs to be punished for her treachery, and punished she will be, only not right away. I will start with her kittens before moving on to Catwoman. She will get to witness the consequences of her actions before she suffers an even worse fate. Yes, yes, there is much to do.”
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18.08.09
story continues in Batgirl vs the Professor 10: Aftermath
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