Batgirl and Catwoman: Through The Looking Glass

by Misstakenmanips (ao3)

Batgirl and Catwoman: Through The Looking Glass

Chapter 1: THREE CATS COME OUT TO PLAY

Batgirl — have you taken a hard look in the mirror lately? See you tonight! — Catwoman
P.S. Solomon’s gala? Kidding!

"Catwoman! She’s up to no good! And this ad in the newspaper is just taunting us with meaningless words!"

"Yes, Commissioner, I’m sure she's planned some evil scheme for tonight. But I don’t think the words are meaningless. She’s leaving us a clue."

"Maybe she’s going to rob the Gotham Glass Factory! They must have lots of mirrors there." Robin pounded one fist into the other glove.

"Glass! You’ve hit on something, old chum. Another term for mirror is ‘looking glass.’"

"And she said I should look ‘hard.’ And the hardest substance known to man is —"

"A diamond! That’s it, Batgirl, she must be after the famed Looking Glass Diamond!"

"Correct, Robin. And today is its last day on display at the Gotham Museum of Natural History. She’s going after it tonight!"

"But what about Solomon’s gala?"

"Yes, Commissioner, that puzzles me too. Grundy doesn’t throw parties. Or steal jewels."

"That one’s easy, Batman! Solomon’s gala? Kidding! is an anagram for Looking Glass Diamond!"

"Amazing, Batgirl! I couldn’t be prouder of you if you were my own daughter!"

"Oh it’s nothing, Commissioner. Just too much time spent playing Scrabble."

"My daughter loves Scrabble! Perhaps the two of you —"

"Commissioner, we really must be going. We have an appointment with a curious cat!"

BATSPIN TO
Exterior, GMNH. Night.

"Batman, do you think this could be a trap?"

"I’m sure of it, Robin. We must be extra careful. The museum’s security is on high alert and the GCPD has tripled their presence. But I wouldn’t put anything past Catwoman."

"Batman, I‘ve spent a lot of time in this museum. From the Hall of Gems there are only three ways to escape, if she wants to leave quickly — the front entrance, the loading dock, and a spiral staircase that leads to the roof."

"Good work, Batgirl. I’ll cover the front in the Batmobile. You cover the alley on the Batgirl Cycle. Robin, you take the roof. Keep in touch using the Bat Communicators."

"Let’s go catch a cat!" Robin pounded his fist into his other glove.

Twenty minutes later, the power went out on the entire block. Screaming panicked museum goers flooded out of the front entrance under the dim yellow emergency lights. Showtime.

On the roof of the museum, Robin stood at the ready with his bo staff. There were six doors up here, and he didn’t which one led to the spiral stairs -- there. A door opened twenty feet away and silhouetted in the yellow emergency light was the unmistakable, cat-eared and svelte form of Catwoman! Robin charged, twirling his Bat-bolos to impede her escape. She didn’t seem to be going anywhere, though. In fact she was just standing there, confused, and when the Bat-bolos wrapped around her calves she fell with a very un-cat-like grace. Robin had pinned her in an instant. Success! Except -- this was not Catwoman.

"Who the hell are you! Get off me, brat!" An incensed woman (in a black catsuit that was even tighter and shinier than Catwoman’s, and wearing cat-ears and a mask) struggled to release her legs from the Bat-bolos and shove Robin backwards at the same time. She succeeded at neither. Then she looked over the bright costume of her captor. "Oh, I get it, roleplay! You’re also going to the gala!"

"The gala? What gala?"

"Oh, you know. Did the other Catwoman tell you to come up here, too? She told me this is where they were giving out the tickets. Look, I have a stamp." On her hand, in purple ink, was stamped the image of a cat’s paw.

Meanwhile, Batman pushed his way through the throng of escaping museum-goers. Create panic and then slip away in the confusion, not a bad plan, except for the fact that -- there. A woman about 25 feet away, in a shiny black catsuit. No mask, no ears, but the right build. In a trice Batman had closed the distance between them, grabbing her arm and spinning her to face him. "Catwoman, you’re coming with me." Success! Except -- this was not Catwoman.

"Oh, hello, handsome. You must be going to the gala tonight as well. Did the other Catwoman give you a stamp too?" And she showed him her other hand. In purple ink was stamped the image of a cat’s paw.

"Clever girl…" Batman let her go and got on the Bat Communicator. "Robin, Batgirl, she’s using citizens dressed like her as ‘cat’s paws.’ Stay wary!"

"I’m just releasing one on the roof, Batman. Sorry, ma’am. Um, you might want to zip that up a bit…"

Meanwhile, Batgirl was at the ready, a Batarang in hand. There. On the loading dock, about 30 feet away, silhouetted in the yellow emergency light was Catwoman! She took aim and let fly. With very-cat-like grace, Catwoman ducked, rolled, and threw something back towards Batgirl. A smoke bomb! Under its cloudy cover the felonious feline made her escape.

But not for long! Batgirl hopped on her Batgirl Cycle, revved it in a really awesome way, and was soon chasing the rather ridiculous be-whiskered Kitty Car through the Gotham streets. There was an excellent high speed chase that you are not interested in because this is all setup for the peril to come. (Soon!)

"I’ve got the real one, Batman! Chasing her north on Keaton Street!"

"Tracking you on the Bat Positioning System. We’ll catch up with you soon. Be careful, Batgirl, this could be a trap!"

The Kitty Car turned off Keaton and into an alley. Skidding into the turn, Batgirl pursued. The alley was a dead end, and the Kitty Car was gone! She stopped just inches from the brick wall. Where had the car gone? Must be a false front. One of the bricks was slightly darker. She touched it and the brick wall swung inward from the top. Heedless of danger, Batgirl ran inside, purple boots clattering on the concrete.

It was a garage space, dimly lit, and empty except for the parked Kitty Car, and a chair. Catwoman was nowhere to be seen, but tied to the chair was a helpless hostage! (Finally! Some erotic peril!)

Catwoman had forced her prisoner into some kind of black skintight latex outfit that covered her entire body. Bright silver wires bound her legs to those of the chair. Her arms were pulled back and bound behind her, and more bright wires crossed her chest, emphasizing her ballooning breasts. Another wire was cruelly twisted around her waist and tight down through her crotch. Batgirl knew from experience that Catwoman had connected the crotch wire to the arm bindings, so that as the captive rhythmically struggled the wire would dig harder and deeper. Her head was completely encased in some sort of inflatable hood that gave it the bizarre appearance of a shiny black balloon. There were no visible nostril holes or breathing tubes. But the captive must have been able to breathe somehow, for as Batgirl approached she began to scream and struggle faster.

"Who’s there? Oh please help me escape this awful place! Please, somebody help!"

"Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of this!" Batgirl moved behind the chair and began to untwist the bright wires binding her arms.

"Please, somebody help!" the captive repeated.

"I’m here, I’m helping, let me just —"

Something is wrong here. Despite being completely encased in latex, the captive was cool to the touch. Batgirl touched her still-bound arms, and there was no resistance. Almost as if there was nothing inside at all!

But the realization came too late. Batgirl had squeezed a little too hard, and with a BANG the captive exploded!

In the dim light of the garage Batgirl could make out the black tattered remnants of the burst balloon, the coils of wire, a small motor, and the tape recorder sitting on the chair still saying "Please, somebody help me!" That was just before she smelled the gas which had filled the inflatable decoy, gas which was now filling her lungs, and the room began to spin. Batgirl crumpled to the concrete. The trap was sprung!

What evil scheme does Catwoman have in store for a captured Batgirl? Will Batman and Robin rescue her in time? For the answer to these and other cataclysmic questions… Tune in next chapter — same Bat time, same Bat channel!

Chapter 2: CAN YOU TRUST THE PROMISE OF A CAT?

INTRO, WITH MUSIC
Catwoman advertises a clue…
And the Terrific Trio is on the case!
Batman and Robin each catch a cat…
But the real Catwoman escapes with the loot!
Batgirl gives chase…
But a trap blows up in her face!
Will Batgirl escape from the claws of Catwoman? Hang on to your whiskers, anything can happen!

NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA BATMAN!

Batgirl awoke in the metal folding chair in the garage where the fake captive had sat. She shook her head to clear the effects of the knockout gas.

Okay, so it really was a trap. And I walked right into it like an amateur! No time for self-remonstration. Assessment, Personal. Costume still on, cowl and gloves and boots still on. Utility Belt is gone, nowhere in sight. Head a bit woozy still but physically I’m fine.

Assessment, Environment. Same dimly lit garage, apparently. There are still pieces of the dummy balloon here on the ground. The Kitty Car is parked about 20 feet away. Some narrow windows on the east wall, about six feet up. The secret garage door on the south wall is closed, and there’s a large control mechanism on the west wall right next to it. Can’t assess the north side since I’m bound to this chair but presumably there’s an exit that way.

Assessment, Bindings. Legs are bound to the chair legs, looks like the same silver wire, wrapped tight around my boots about 10 times. Could get out of that with some time. Not sure if I have time. Focus! Arms bound really tight behind my back, forced together in a red arm binder that is strapped to my shoulders. Some kind of thick rubbery material that stretches just a little. At least it’s not too painful. The yoga workout is really paying off tonight. There’s usually a D ring at the end of these… hm. It’s somehow connected to the crossbar below the seat. That might actually be helpful. Not gagged yet! So there’s that. If I get out of this it will have to be with my teeth, my wits, and maybe my legs.

Assets: No Utility Belt, no Bat Communicator. I still have my gloves on inside this damn thing, so there’s the Bat Lockpick in there, if I could get at it. Bat Distress Signal in the cowl… if I could touch my own head! Boots are on but I can’t get any of the tools out of there. Batgirl Cycle is outside… Batman! He was following me in the Batmobile using BPS. So why isn’t he here by now… How long was I out?

Click Click. Click Click. The unmistakable sound of high-heeled boots on concrete. In a moment Catwoman had come around from behind Batgirl and stood, hands on hips, looking Batgirl up and down with immense satisfaction. She had changed out of her black spandex catsuit, trading it for one of shining black latex. But she still wore her gold belt, her gold necklace, her mask, her cat-ears, and a wicked smile of triumph.

"I knew I’d capture one of the Turgid Trio with my little caper, and I was so hoping it would be you, Batgirl!"

"Catwoman! Release me at once, you fiendishly felonious feline!"

"Release you? Why, we haven’t even begun our evening together, and already you want to go home?" She gave a mock pouting look.

"I may have fallen for your trap, Catwoman, but it’s you who are trapped! Batman and Robin are on their way here, and if you let me go they may go easy on you. You know you’re no match for the two of them."

"Ah yes, my trap. I see you met my inflatable captive. She was, truth be told, a bit of an airhead. Not smart, like you, Batgirl. Of course you ended up in the same place, bound to this chair in my lair." Catwoman leaned in and whispered in Batgirl’s ear. "And just like her, I’ll bet you’re ready to pop at the slightest touch."

"You’re twisted, Catwoman." But Batgirl’s breath grew quicker as Catwoman stroked her face with a cat-claw sharp as a razor.

"Well, that’s what the doctors say, twisted, criminal, kinky. Nobody’s purr-fect. And as for getting rescued by the Dimwitted Duo, forget it. They’re halfway across town by now. Manx borrowed your motorcycle and is leading them on a wild goose chase all over Gotham. To make sure they’re following him I took the liberty of borrowing this." She held up the Bat Communicator. "And when I use this device, I can sound just like you!"

She spoke into a small box that looked like a mini tape recorder, and it was odd for Batgirl to hear her own voice coming over its built-in speaker. ‘Oh, Batman, hurry, I’ve almost caught up to her! I’m such a goody two-boots! I rush into danger without thinking! Oooh, help me, Batman!’ It’s too easy to cat-fish the two of them!" And Catwoman laughed, that mocking, evil, sexy laugh that Batgirl heard in her dreams, sometimes. Stay focused, Barbara. See if I can throw her off her game.

"I may sound like that, but I don’t talk like that. They’ll be back!"

"And by then we’ll be gone. We have places to go to tonight, Batgirl!"

"I’m not going anywhere with you."

"Oh, but I don’t think you have much say in the matter. You could probably get out of those wire leg bindings with some effort, but a singleglove is so highly inescapable!"

Catwoman began to monologue. Maybe she’ll let something slip. Like where she stashed that diamond. Or what she plans to do to me this time…"

Batgirl didn’t have to wait very long for that! "Tonight I have something very special planned for us. So many times I have captured you, strapped you into some deadly device, and gone off to work. I have to get the money if I can afford all those lovely machines. I suppose I could get a job, but stealing is much more fun.

"But when I get home, you’re always gone. A girl’s going to feel a certain way about all that repeated rejection.

"But I forgive you, Batgirl. We all have to play our parts. The worst part isn’t that you flit away. Or that you never call me afterwards. No, it’s that every time, I have to run off and do crime and I don’t get to stay and watch you squirm with terror and delight. Oh, there’s video of course. Look here, I have them on my phone! I so enjoy watching your performances. Let’s see…" She sat on Batgirl’s lap and began scrolling through the videos on her phone.

"Remember the Ramp of Decision? Right there, the look of utter desperation and defeat as the orgasm hit and you began to slide all the way back down that greased pole. Gets me every time."

"Or here, the Stimu-Laser Dance Party?" On the screen, Batgirl was dancing inside a giant transparent box at the Demented Discotheque. Squares on the floor lit up in time to the music. Batgirl had to step on the lit squares before they went out. If she was too slow she was hit by an energy beam that fired from the mirrored ball overhead. "I just love how you danced to avoid those special lasers, and how they aroused you more and more every time they hit!" Yes, those strange energy beams that tingled rather than hurt…. "Remember, I told you that one of those was a real deadly laser, but I lied. It was more fun that way."

Oh how I hate you. Batgirl remembered dropping from exhaustion after hours of dancing, lying on the dance floor bathed in the erogenous energy beams, unable to fight off their erotic effects….

"Oh, and here, the Chamber of 10,000 Fingers! I had to buy a barrel of lube for that one, and the machine cost a small fortune, but it was worth it. I bet you remember that one."

How could she forget? Batgirl watched herself on the video. She was in a cylinder ten feet deep. Inside, the walls of the chamber narrowed to a point. The interior of the chamber was covered in thousands of pink mechanical "fingers" of various sizes, all individually gyrating and / or vibrating, all velvety smooth to the touch. A steady flow of lubricant from a nozzle overhead was filling up the cylinder, making it increasingly difficult to keep from sliding down into the bottom of the chamber where her legs were pressed together by the narrowing circumference. She had been fitted with a gas mask, connected by a long hose to a tank at the top, so she wouldn’t drown in the slick slippery stuff, but it became clear that it wasn’t just air in that tank. There must have been some concentration of Or-Gas in there. How else to explain the arousal she was feeling as she struggled to climb while being massaged and assaulted by thousands of rotating, gyrating, vibrating fingers that were increasingly slippery with lube?

Eventually she had torn off the gas mask, held her breath, and climbed up the hose to her freedom. It had taken all her strength to make that climb, and all her self-control not to succumb to the desire to just let go….

And now watching herself struggle to keep her altitude and her sanity, it was like breathing that Or-Gas all over again…. With her arms bound together behind her back, her chest was thrust forward, and the effect of the video was impossible to hide.

It seemed that Catwoman was similarly distracted by this selection from her extensive archive of Batgirl bondage clips. Can I use that to my advantage? "You have any… more of these?"

"Nice try, Batgirl, but tonight isn’t the night for Netflix and chill. We have places to go! People to spank!"

"Is that what we’re doing, Catwoman? The dominatrix act? I thought you were more ambitious than that!"

"I don’t dress like a dominatrix, darling. They dress up like me." She got off Batgirl’s lap and began to sashay about.

"Tonight, it’s all about us."

Us?

"I’ve already committed my crime, so I can spend the whole night with you! And I have quite a party planned. A gala, you might call it. I was talking about you with Harley -- she was a psychiatrist before she went psycho, you know -- and she diagnosed the second source of my frustration after our encounters. The first, of course, is that I’m not there to watch you squirm …

But the second reason, says Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman, is that I only get to play with you in private. Or with a small audience of some hench-kitties. See, I’m an exhibitionist at heart, and I really want to show off with my toy! That’s you, my dear, helpless, sexy crime-fightress in distress! But I can’t publicly humiliate you without the Dimwitted Duo coming to spoil the fun. So tonight we’re going to be hidden in plain sight!"

I don’t like the sound of this at all. Whatever she has planned, it can’t be good. And does she think we’re… an item?

"Tonight, no death traps, I promise. I’ll even give you your Bat Belt back. Angora boxed it up and will drop it off at GCPD Headquarters. And, at the end of the night, you’ll get home in one piece. I’d love to keep you forever but having a pet is so much responsibility.

"Do you like the singleglove? I got it just for you. I think the red rubbertex goes so well with your purple spandex, don’t you? Let’s see what we have here to match… some red leather ankle cuffs… let’s just attach a short chain between those, don’t want you running away before the fun starts! And this red leather collar looks just adorable on you!"

"Catwoman, listen. Whatever you think is going on between ummmmmph!" Batgirl’s last attempt at reason was cut off by the red ballgag that Catwoman forced into her mouth.

"Crime-fightresses should be seen and not heard. Now where was I? Oh yes, we can take these wire bindings off your legs now that your ankles are chained. Stand up, Batgirl, and let’s see my pretty purple and red toy!"

Batgirl stood up, helplessly fuming. She’s got me again! Someday I’ll show her a thing or two… well at least I’ll live through the night. She promised no death traps, and I think she means it.

"Let’s see, I think we’re missing one or two accessories. Ah yes! This short red rope is the perfect length to go around your waist… down in front… and between your sweet cheeks, sweetcheeks. Now we can tie that to the D ring on the end of your armbinder… purrrr-fect! Now don’t struggle too hard yet, you don’t want to wear yourself out before the fun really starts. Oh, and this leash clips right onto the collar, and away we go!"

Catwoman began leading Batgirl toward the door on the north side. The chain between her ankles was only a couple of feet long, so she had to take small quick steps to keep up with her captor and avoid stumbling. To keep the armbinder from pulling on the crotchrope she had to thrust her chest forward. And the first trickle of drool began to drip from the bright red ballgag.

There was a moment, right then, when she was tying this damn crotchrope, she was behind me, I could have kicked her, or cracked her nose with the back of my head, and tried to make my way out of here… why did I hesitate? Was it the slim chance of success? Or could it be that I’m looking forward to this? Either way, the moment for escape here is gone. She wants to display me in public, maybe that will be the moment….

Through the door they walked, the Cat leading the Bat on the leash, down a sporadically lit corridor, and into a freight elevator. They went up to the top level of whatever this building was. The doors opened, and Batgirl’s eyes grew wide.

What lies beyond those doors? Is Batgirl headed for pleasure -- or pain? Will Catwoman keep her promise, or is Batgirl in mortal peril? For answers to this catalog of questions, tune in next chapter -- same Bat time, same Bat channel!

Chapter 3: THE BATTLE OF THE BATGIRLS

INTRO, WITH MUSIC:
Batgirl wakes, bound to a chair…
… and Catwoman has her in her claws!
A trip down memory lane…
… but Catwoman has plans for tonight!
A mysterious door…
… but what lies beyond?

Will Batgirl escape from Catwoman’s claws? Will she want to? And will the Dynamic Duo rescue her? Chain yourself to your chair, you won’t want to miss a minute!

NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA BATMAN!

Through the door they walked, the Cat leading the Bat on the leash, down a sporadically lit corridor, and into a freight elevator. They went up to the top level of whatever this building was. The doors opened, and Batgirl’s eyes grew wide.

At first she thought she was seeing things. It looked like every hero and every villain she knew was there! Superman, The Joker, Power Girl, Riddler, Batman, Harley Quinn, Penguin, Wonder Woman, Poison Ivy, Power Girl, Black Canary, The Joker, Harley Quinn --

There are multiples! And their costumes are all slightly different. And that guy is way too paunchy to be Superman. What in the world?

"Welcome, Batgirl, to the Annual Gotham Fetish Gala! It’s the biggest play party in town, and the biggest BDSM event of the year. As you can see this year’s theme is ‘Superheroes and Supervillains!’ So we can blend right in!"

Hidden in plain sight. Of course. She can do whatever she wants to me and no one will know I’m the real Batgirl.

Everyone was in costumes, which varied from perfect replicas to what Batgirl could only think of as the "Halloween Slutty" version. No expense had been spared. Spandex, rubber, leather and latex were everywhere.

And it was also a fetish party. Seemingly every hero, heroine, villain and villainess were in all conceivable combinations of doms, dommes, and subs. A "Black Canary" was leading a leashed "Riddler" on all fours. A "Harley Quinn" and a "Poison Ivy" were bound together and kissing passionately. A "Joker" was taking a riding crop to a ball-gagged "Batman," while "Superman" was using a wand vibrator on a gagged "Wonder Woman" bound to a leather bondage horse. A "Power Girl" had been chained to a post, and a "Penguin" was fondling her with one hand while drinking champagne with the other.

And everyone (even those being flogged, spanked, and otherwise punished) seemed to be having a good time. They’re playing at the sort of thing that happens to me all the time… this is weird. And hot. Weirdly hot.

THWACK! Catwoman had slapped her ass. "Stop staring and get a move on. There’s a special area for us." Still hobbled by the short chain between her ankles, Batgirl did her best to keep up. She had no choice.

There was a small raised stage at the end of the hall. Catwoman led her up some steps and -- Batgirl stopped short. Up here there were three other Catwomen. And three other Batgirls.

Although they were all dressed differently, they were all unmistakably Catwoman and Batgirl.

Catwoman 1 was wearing a long purple dress with a revealing décolletage and high leg cuts. Black leather boots, a green cape and a purple cowl with cat ears completed the look. Her Batgirl was in gray spandex, yellow knee-high boots, yellow gloves, and a blue cowl and cape.

Catwoman 2 was dressed simply in a skintight purple spandex catsuit that left nothing to the imagination. She wore black thigh-high glossy boots, black gloves, and a cowl with cat ears. Her Batgirl was dressed in something that looked more like a fetish outfit than a superheroine’s costume. A yellow bat symbol made of latex was stretched tight across her breasts. Her midriff was bare. She wore skimpy purple latex panties (with a yellow band at the top which was meant, Batgirl supposed, to represent the Utility Belt), glossy thigh-high purple boots, yellow latex opera gloves, and a purple cowl.

Catwoman 3 was wearing a wickedly tight black catsuit that looked like pieces of shiny PVC had been stitched together with thick white thread. There was no symmetry or reason to the crazy pattern of stitches, which somehow made it sexier. A similarly stitched cowl completed the look. The third Batgirl’s costume looked like her own, but instead of purple spandex it was made of shining black latex. The gloves and boots were bright yellow, as was the Bat-Symbol that accentuated her generous endowment.

Like Batgirl herself, all the other "Batgirls" were fettered, gagged, collared and leashed.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please!" The emcee was dressed as a circus ringmaster, a nice touch. "I hate to interrupt the fun, but it’s time for tonight’s main show! As you know, an anonymous patron has generously underwritten everything for this year’s Annual Gotham Fetish Gala! She chose this year’s superhero theme, which has just been super! And she insisted that we end with a contest. May I present: The Battle of the Batgirls! And may the best Catwoman win!"

Catwoman 1, in the purple dress, went first. A large clear tube, made of some kind of plastic, was wheeled on stage. Her "Batgirl" (the one in gray) was trapped inside. She was no longer bound or gagged, but the tube’s diameter was so narrow that her arms were trapped by her side. "Now Batgirl, I have you in my claws at last!"

"I don’t talk like that," muttered the real Catwoman.

"Release me from this tube at once, you catty criminal!"

Do I talk like that?

"Oh, but you can leave the tube whenever you want, Batgirl! What, too tight for you? Let’s make things a little more difficult!" In her long flowing purple dress with the high-cut slits, Catwoman 1 pushed a button on a remote control, and a clear liquid began to flow from a hitherto un-noticed nozzle directly above the tube. "Behold my latest creation, See-Ment! It’s like cement, but completely transparent. And like real cement, it won’t set if it’s being stirred!" The clear liquid was dripping down Batgirl 1’s head, over her gray spandex costume, and began to pool around her yellow boots. "I’d suggest you start struggling, Batgirl, if you don’t want to be encased in a transparent tube forever! I would dearly love to have you on display like that."

"Catwoman, you evil -- evil person! There’s no way I can struggle forever!"

"Oh, but it will be so much fun to watch you try!"

This is just like the death trap I was in last Thursday….

For the next five minutes the audience watched in rapt attention as Batgirl 1 struggled to keep struggling, as the clear liquid began to rise up her legs, up to her waist, up to her chest…. "Catwoman, please! I’ll die! Please let me out, I’ll do anything!"

"Well, perhaps a new slave will be more useful than a piece of art!" And with that Catwoman 1 turned off the liquid flow and wheeled the tube off stage, to the enthusiastic applause of all.

"That was just lube, you know," said Actual Catwoman to the still-gagged Actual Batgirl, "but I thought she did an excellent job acting as if the peril was real. Don’t you? Still not as good as the genuine article." And she traced a claw delicately down Batgirl’s cheek, over her collar, and kept going down… and grabbed the crotch rope and pulled it tighter. "Don’t worry, you’ll have your turn soon enough!"

By now, Catwoman 2, in the purple spandex and thigh-high boots, wheeled out a round platform. Her "Batgirl," the one in the fetishy outfit, had been chained kneeling on the platform, with her arms tight behind her back. The yellow bat-symbol that barely covered her breasts had been pulled down to reveal her nipples, and they were cruelly clamped. A chain ran from one clamp, around a metal pole in front of her, and back to the other. "And now, Batgirl, it’s time you showed Gotham your true skill -- at sucking cock!"

A gasp went up from the audience as "Catwoman" undid the gag, revealing the biggest penis gag any of them had ever seen. "As you can see, she’s been practicing." And then with a flourish, Catwoman 2 produced a large pink phallus and screwed it to the post. "And practice makes perfect!"

For the next several minutes, the Batgirl 2 fellated the phony phallus, while her partner encouraged her, sometimes with the whip, sometimes with a spank, sometimes with the clamps, sometimes with a vibe. "Her technique is good," said Actual Catwoman, "but I think you give a better performance."

The ringmaster interrupted the proceedings. "And that’s time! Give them a round of applause, everyone! That performance didn’t suck! Ha ha ha! OK, now it’s time for our third couple."

Catwoman 3, in the black catsuit with the stitches, was next. "Welcome, Batgirl, to my Wheel of Misfortune!" She unveiled a huge Catherine wheel on the stage and bound her black-latex-clad Batgirl spread-eagle upon it. There were three large sectors of the wheel, labeled V, C and A. In between were very narrow sectors: Pain, Freedom, and AOTA.

"Catwoman" spun the wheel. "Round and round and round she goes, where she stops, nobody knows!" The wheel stopped with the pointer on V. "You know what that means, Batgirl. Time to turn on the Vaginal Stimulator!" And she pushed a button on a remote control built into the handle of her whip.

Instantly the Batgirl 3 began to shift her hips as the hidden vibrator sprang to life. Once more Catwoman 3 spun the wheel, this time landing on A. "Batgirl, you’re so smart, you got an A! A for… anal!" And the "Batgirl" screamed into her panel gag as the second stimulator sprang to life. A third spin, and "Batgirl" was completely upside down, with the pointer on the narrow sector labeled AOTA. "Oh, no, Batgirl, you know what that means! All Of The Above! Which means turning up the vaj, turning up the ass, and turning on the clit vibe!" Batgirl 3 began to convulse as her first orgasm hit.

Actual Catwoman was transfixed by the display, as were many others in the audience. "I simply must build one of those!" Her claws still roamed all over Batgirl’s body, tugging, teasing, fondling.

This is crazy -- I’m getting too aroused! Our show hasn’t even started yet!

"Let’s give them a round of applause, ladies and gentlemen! What a show. That will be hard to top. And now our final contestants!"

"Showtime, darling," Catwoman whispered in her ear.

She removed Batgirl’s ankle chain and untied the rope connecting her armbinder to her crotchrope. In a moment Batgirl was seated on a large black leather saddle built into the top of some kind of apparatus. Her ankles were rechained on either side of the apparatus so that she could not dismount, and the D ring on her armbinder was chained to a ring on the back of the machine. Finally another chain was wrapped around her chest, crossing her breasts, and then locked to the front of the machine. Batgirl could shift a little from side to side and forward and backward, but she was otherwise trapped. A large video display was revealed behind her.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, let me present to you for your entertainment, Batgirl: The Video Game! I am placing this virtual headset on Batgirl, and on the screen behind her you can see what she sees." On the screen (and before Batgirl’s eyes) was a computer image of a Gotham city street, as seen from a first-person perspective. "Now this video game has a very special controller. Batgirl, lean to the left." Batgirl complied, and her point of view shifted left as her character turned in place. "Now to the right." The view shifted right. "Now lean forward!"

"Mmmmmmph!"

Leaning forward had three effects. First, her "character" in the video game began to walk forward. Second, a yellow "1" appeared in the corner. And third, the saddle began to vibrate. "That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, to walk forward she must endure the vibrations of the controller! Here she is at level 1."

This is demented!

"Let’s make the game more interesting, shall we?" On screen a red warning flashed: CATWOMAN IS CHASING YOU!

Batgirl looked around her shoulder as best she could, given her bonds. The visual display was keyed to her head movements, and she could make out a digital Catwoman about 20 yards away, sashaying up the street, whip in hand. "Run, Batgirl, run!" shouted a woman in the audience.

Batgirl leaned forward, the yellow 1 reappeared, the saddle resumed its vibrations, and inside the video game, she began to walk. "You’d better go faster, she’s gaining on you!"

"Go, go!" The crowd cheered as Batgirl leaned further forward. The yellow number turned to 1.5 and then 2. "Of course the faster she goes, the faster the vibrations!" Catwoman was laughing, that sexy mocking laugh that drove Batgirl mad. She looked behind; the virtual Catwoman was gaining on her!

"Serpentine! Serpentine!" She tried shifting left and forward at the same time and began running at an angle. But it was no use. The virtual Catwoman had closed the distance and with a CRACK she had used the whip. At the same time a shock sparked from the saddle, and Batgirl jumped from the unexpected pain. She’d stopped leaning forward, and soon her character was facing the sky, straddled by the digital Catwoman, while the words GAME OVER appeared in red letters across the screen, pulsating three times. With each pulsation, another electric shock.

"What do you say? Shall we play again?" The crowd roared in approval. "Let’s ask our player." Batgirl could feel the ballgag being removed at last, slick with her own drool. "Want to go again?"

"Catwoman, this is sick! I can’t believe you built a whole video game for this!"

"Anything for you, darling. Now I think I have another quarter here…"

A countdown appeared on the screen. 5 4 3 2 1 GO! CATWOMAN IS CHASING YOU!

Batgirl twisted around as best she could. Again, the digital Catwoman was about 20 yards away. She leaned forward to run, shifting from side to side in an attempt to fool the computer into running the wrong way. The yellow number climbed to 1, 2, up to 3, as she leaned harder, ran faster, and got more and more aroused as the saddle’s vibrations increased.

On-screen Catwoman was very close, close enough to CRACK the whip again, causing another electric spark of pain to her ass. "Augh!" But she couldn’t pause, and she was running faster, and veered left, only to find herself in a dead-end alley. She leaned left until she had turned all the way around. The digital Catwoman was standing at the end of the alley.

"At this point, our heroine really is trapped. But now I should point out the controls by her knees. If you want to jump, Batgirl, press them both at the same time!"

She hadn’t noticed, but there were buttons on either side of the device, right where her knees were. She clenched them both.

Three things happened. Her character leapt straight up into the air. The yellow number jumped from 0 to 5. And the vibrations went crazy.

Batgirl could barely think, let alone play a video game. Everything up to now had created an erotic anticipation in her, a desire to submit to Catwoman in front of all these people. No one knew she was really Batgirl. Why not just give in?

Unfortunately for her progress in the video game, leaping into the air didn’t accomplish anything. There was a fire escape but she was too far away to reach it, and landed on the ground. Another electric shock made the pain of landing real.

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: JUMPING
REWARD: LEVEL 6

The yellow number jumped to 6. In the game Batgirl was lying in the alley, straddled by Catwoman. On the stage she was screaming in helpless ecstasy, chained to this devious device, aware of hundreds of eyes upon her, the cheers and jeers of the crowd as she succumbed to orgasm at last.

GAME OVER appeared in red letters again, shocking Batgirl with each pulsation. And then:

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: ORGASM
REWARD: NEW WEAPON: POINTY STICK

"And that’s all we have time for, heroes and heroines, villains and villainesses. Let’s give a big hand to our fourth Catwoman / Batgirl couple!" Batgirl was barely conscious of the applause, or of being unchained from the apparatus.

Soon she was standing at the front of the stage, next to Catwoman, lined up with the other couples.

"Our judges have conferred and it was a really tough decision, folks. In fourth place, let’s give it up for Catwoman and Batgirl Number 2!" The purple-spandex-thigh-high-boot Catwoman and the barely-dressed Batgirl took a bow.

"And in third place, a round of applause for…. Catwoman and Batgirl Number 4!"

Catwoman shrieked. "Third place? THIRD PLACE!?!?" And with very cat-like grace she leapt off the stage and approached the ringmaster and the judges. Apparently, paying for the entire gala had not guaranteed a win. And hell hath no fury like a Catwoman scorned!

NOW. Batgirl took advantage of the commotion and jumped off the stage. Although still in the armbinder, her legs were free and she was ungagged. There was a slim chance of escape. She ran into the crowd, trying to get as far as she could before Catwoman discovered her disappearance from the stage. Then -- WHAM! She ran into Batman!

"Batman, you’ve got to help me!" But with a sinking feeling, Batgirl realized that this, of course, was just some fetishist playing at being the Caped Crusader. The costume was made of a hard black plastic, with, weirdly, Batnipples.

"Well of course, Batgirl! What can I do for you?" Roleplay. My only hope is that he plays along…

"Catwoman’s after me! We have to get out of here as quickly as possible!"

"But of course! The Batman laughs in the face of danger! I am the night! And the vengeance and all that! Let’s go!" Although he wasn’t the real Batman, he was quite tall, and in a moment he had covered Batgirl completely with his silk cape. They made for the exit, while across the hall there was a commotion as now all four Catwomen were shouting at the judges. "I know a back way." They slipped through a service exit, and found themselves at the top of the stairs. "Wait, I’ve always wanted to do this with Batgirl." And "Batman" picked her up in his surprisingly strong arms and carried her down the stairs.

Soon they were out in the cool night air. "Well that was great fun ‘rescuing’ you. Here, let’s get you out of that." And he unbuckled the shoulder straps, the armbinder coming off at last. Glorious feeling returned to her arms.

"I can’t thank you enough."

He took off his cowl. Underneath he was kind of cute, in a blond stockbrokery kind of way. "Um, my name is Steve. Do you, well, want to continue this back at my place?"

"Oh, Steve, I wish I could. But, you see, I really am Batgirl. But even though you were just pretending, you did Batman proud." She kissed him, quickly, and then vanished into the night.

Steve was left standing in the street, holding a red rubbertex armbinder and wondering just what had happened to him.

BATSPIN TO
Commissioner Gordon’s office
The very next day…

"Batgirl, by the time we discovered that one of Catwoman’s minions had stolen your Batgirl Cycle, it was too late. We backtracked your position but couldn’t find you. Thank goodness you’re all right!"

"Thank you Batman. Actually you did rescue me last night… in a way."

"Holy mysterious statements, Batgirl! And just think, if I had been covering the alley it would have been me that was captured instead of you! I wish it had been. I’d like to get my hands on that feline temptress for what she did to you! Whatever that was!" Robin pounded his fist into his other glove.

"Be careful what you wish for, old chum. Catwoman may be attractive… but she is evil. You’ll understand when you’re older. Now, Commissioner, I believe you have something for us?"

"Yes, Batman. We received this box addressed to Batgirl this morning. We thought it best that all three of you were here when we opened it, just in case."

"Thank you, Commissioner. I’ll be careful opening it."

Inside the box there were three things. The first was her Bat Utility Belt, returned as promised. The second was -- the Looking Glass Diamond! And lastly was a note that simply read "Thanks for last night. See you soon! -- C"

"Whatever does she mean by that? What did she do with you after you were captured?"

Batgirl tried, but could not keep from blushing. "Truth be told, Batman -- well, she entered us into a Catwoman-Batgirl lookalike contest."

"And?"

"We came in third."

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Well that was fun to write! This story allowed me to do a lot of vignettes (with the video clips and the contest) and explore some different ideas for erotic peril. The "rumble controller" for the video game was actually the last idea I had, but I think I had the most fun with it.

I wanted Batgirl to rescue herself, and not rely on Deus Ex Batman. Which she does, in a way, by playing along with "Steve" and appealing to his Inner Batman. An early draft of this story had Batgirl yelling "PINEAPPLE" at the fetish ball, causing mass confusion as everyone responded to the most-common safeword. Cute, but it didn’t really work. Another idea was for her to switch places with another Batgirl, but I feel like I’ve done the Batgirl Switch in two different stories and didn’t want to make it a habit.

Oh, and of course the costumes of all three couples (with the exception of the "fetishy Batgirl") are based on different versions of Batgirl and Catwoman over the years. I’m sure you’ll recognize some of them.

Until the next story -- stay tuned! Same Bat time, same Bat channel!