Batgirl and the League of Molls

by Misstakenmanips (ao3)

Chapter 1: "Batgirl's Sinking Sensation"

“And now no one can stop me from my purrrfect heist!” Catwoman lounged on a red velvet loveseat in a tastefully lit boudoir / lair, idly stroking the arch of her hip, as if aroused by the mere contemplation of her criminal caper. Her black latex catsuit gleamed in the tasteful lighting.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Catwoman!” From out of the shadows, where the tasteful lighting did not touch, stepped Batgirl, completely unexpected! Her purple spandex was punctuated by the yellow bat across her breasts and the yellow utility belt slung across her hips. She stood arms akimbo. “Why, it’s Batgirl! How completely unexpected!” “You should expect at least ten to twenty, Catwoman! I’m bringing you in!” “Oh Batgirl, I am so glad you decided to — drop by!”

At those words, Catwoman’s fingers, sheathed in a black glove, pushed a red button embedded into the loveseat. Batgirl yelped as the trap door beneath her gave way. She thought she was going to arrest Catwoman — now she was trying desperately to arrest her descent! But the walls of the chute were too steep, and in a moment she landed, with a sort of squelch, butt-first in a tank filled several feet deep with some sort of clear goo. The tank had walls of some clear solid material (transparent aluminum?). Batgirl rose to her feet — and almost tumbled back down, this stuff was slippery as hell! She was standing knee-deep in the goo, and the goo covered her body from her initial landing, dripping off her tight purple spandex.

“Catwoman, you feline fiend!” She tried to move toward the clear wall — slipped — caught herself on the tank wall — and then slid down the wall, which was also coated in the perniciously friction-reducing goo! She landed again in the stuff, managing to keep her head free, and then carefully rose to her feet again, now covered in even more glistening goo. “What — what is this stuff?”

Catwoman was now in front of her, having descended to this level by more conventional means. She strutted in front of the trapped crimefighter, taking obvious pleasure in her slippery predicament. “It’s my own personal brand of lubricant — EroGoo! You can see why it’s the slipperiest brand on the market. Also you may notice a tingling sensation as it begins to soak through your painfully cute costume. EroGoo contains my special blend of eleven herbs and aphrodisiacs!”

“No — you can’t —”

“Oh but I can! Struggle all you like, Batgirl, you’re not getting out of this one! You'll slide around the tank, helplessly horny! And now, the piece de la resistance!” (Her French was really quite good.) Catwoman laughed in her delightfully deep, mocking way that usually presaged the deployment of some devious device, as she threw a large industrial switch on the wall. “Now a thousand gallons of EroGoo will suggestively pour into the tank. And you will be literally drowning in pleasure, Batgirl!” She laughed again, triumphantly mocking the futile struggles of her nemesis.

Batgirl looked up. A large inclined tube ended directly overhead. From which nothing suggestively poured. Nothing at all.

Catwoman tried not to look flustered. “Now a thousand gallons of EroGoo will suggestively pour into the tank. And you will be literally drowning in pleasure, Batgirl!” She laughed again, but a bit less triumphantly.

Still nothing poured suggestively out of the tube, despite the fact that Batgirl was perfectly placed beneath. “Now a thousand gallons —”

A man swore behind her and then yelled “CUT!”

“What happened, Tim?” asked “Batgirl.” “It was going so well!” said “Catwoman.” A goateed man stepped forward from behind the lights and cameras arrayed before the tank. “I’m sorry, ladies, it’s my fault. You were great. And we got plenty of usable footage. But I just can’t get the goo to the right viscosity!”

“Batgirl” and “Catwoman” were, of course, actresses. They were on set at Autumn Leaves Studio, the finest purveyor of fetish and bondage material in Gotham. Angela Autumn had recently partnered with the real Batgirl to produce a series of superheroine-themed adult films (see “Batgirl and the Demonstration.” It really all makes sense.) And this one, Batgirl’s Sinking Sensation, was running into production problems.

Angela Autumn, a dead ringer for the real Batgirl when cowled, was still covered in the “EroGoo,” while the raven-haired Diana Queen towered in the black boots and latex catsuit of “Catwoman.” The director looked apologetic. “It’s either too thin and you don’t look like you’re sinking. Or it’s too thick and it won’t flow. I thought I had it right this time — I used some corn syrup to thicken it — but it just globbed up the pipe.”

“Next time, try guar gum.” From out of the shadows, where the production lighting did not touch, stepped Batgirl, completely unexpected, and for real this time! “It’s used in molecular gastronomy as a thickening agent, and you can be precise about that viscosity.” Barbara had read an article in Got Ham?, the local foodie magazine, during some down time at the library.

“Batgirl, you’re here!” Angela had by this point climbed out of the tank (via a ladder produced by Chris, the Helpful PA). “I’d hug you but I’m a real mess! Allow me to introduce our Catwoman, Diana Queen.”

“A pleasure! I really enjoyed your work on Batgirl and the Secret of the KitKat Club. You capture Catwoman’s manner really well.” Diana beamed with a smile that could light up Gotham.

“And this is our director, Tim Weathers.”

“I believe I put you in jail once, Mr. Weathers.”

“Oh yes, um, back in my villain days. I went by The Weatherman then.”

“And you had poor Angela strapped to a giant barometer!”

“Well as you can see, I did forgive him for that. He’s reformed now and simply the best rigger we’ve got. Plus, who better than a former villain to design and build such marvelous traps?”

“Who indeed…” Batgirl looked at the tank full of goo. She actually had been in a similar trap once, except it was a giant mixing bowl filled with cake batter. Simon the Pieman. She still remembered the feeling of struggling in the gloppy stuff and trying not to go under. Ugh. Oh wait the director was saying something.

“— an honor to have you on set, I’m really a huge fan, well you can probably tell from all this, but I have to go purchase some guar gum, thank you for the suggestion, and I am really running off at the mouth, aren’t I?”

Batgirl laughed, laying a gloved hand on his shoulder in reassurance. She’d met many "fanboys" in her time. And despite his villainous past and his penchant for building elaborate bondage traps for superheroines, this guy seemed kind of sweet. “It’s okay Mr. Weathers, I’m glad we are meeting again under happier circumstances.” At the touch of her hand the director was speechless. But soon he was off to attend to the unclogging of a syrupy pipe.

Angela, meanwhile, was toweling off and attempting to get the goo off of her costume. Chris, the Helpful PA, had a roll of paper towels and a seemingly endless supply of wipes. “I’m going to have to shower while Tim fixes his contraption. And it’s all over your costume!”

“I will give you the name of my cleaners. They have removed all manner of substances from the outfit. Plus you can get the Caped Crusader discount.” As part of the joint venture, Batgirl exerted some creative control, and she had insisted on giving some of her actual costumes for use in the films. It was one of the things that really bothered her about most of the “parody” adult films of her, the costumes were frequently and ridiculously wrong. “But your message said that you had something serious to discuss.”

“Yes, well —“ she motioned for Diana and Batgirl to come closer. “It’s just that some of the girls who work with us have gone missing. The GCPD are useless and won’t investigate because they are adult entertainers!” I shall have a talk with the Commissioner about that. “We have no one else to turn to. We need your help, Batgirl!”

Chapter 2: Batgirl's Sticky Situation

Batgirl crossed into Gotham Village on the Batgirl Cycle. Even at this time of night, the street was alive with activity. The Village bohemians, artists, and beatniks (or were they hipsters?) were always carousing. “Hey Batgirl, nice hog!” “What is your scene, baby? We just gotta know!” “Arrest me, Batgirl, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived!” She smiled as she parked the Batgirl Cycle. Barbara had always wanted to live in this neighborhood. Alas, a librarian’s salary wouldn’t go far here.

She entered the apartment building on Kane Street. Apartment 5G belonged to Christina Ford, one of the three missing models. Knocking produced no answer, so she used her Bat-autokeys and the door opened in a trice. The place was dark.

“Hello? Ms. Ford? It’s Batgirl, I’m here to check on you. Are you there?” Nothing.

She searched the apartment. No sign of a break-in. No sign of a struggle. No sign of Ms. Ford. Judging from the fridge contents, no one had been here for about a week. She hasn’t gone on vacation, all her cosmetics are here. But her closet, oh her closet! It was filled with luxurious lingerie, crushing corsets, sinful satin, and every article of fetish clothing imaginable. There were wicked boots and towering heels. There were drawers full of bondage gear, and Batgirl breathed a little faster as she surveyed the collection of cuffs, collars and gags. I suppose her fans send her all of this. I also suppose she likes it. Perhaps she was taken by a fan turned into a fanatic? Scanning the room she noticed a stack of sleek black cardboard boxes, with just the word BOXXX in silver letters on each side. The contents of each box seemed to be identical: a small silver vibrator wrapped in silvery paper.

Christina’s apartment held no further clues, and so she was off on the Batgirl Cycle to the Tricorner, where Candy Moore lived, on Finger Place. We’re actually neighbors! Again, she found no one in the apartment, only copious amounts of fetish clothing and bondage gear. And also a pile of about 20 BOXXX boxes, with the same silvery sex toy inside.

So finally it was off to Gotham Heights. Here there were actual houses, one of which was the home of the third missing model, Jewell Marcel. It was a “California Ranch” style house on Craig Boulevard. Batgirl decided to circle around the back. Car in the driveway, someone might be home. Or it could be an intruder’s vehicle. Stay alert!

Despite the late hour, the house was lit up inside. Batgirl checked each window on her way around. The rooms were tastefully furnished but no sign of any crime, past or present. I’m sneaking in the dark and looking through the windows of a porn star, like some kind of pervert! Well it’s for her own safety. Finally she was outside what appeared to be the master bedroom. Through the window Batgirl saw that Jewell Marcel was, indeed, home.

But not necessarily safe.

Her curvaceous body was entirely encased in a blue blob of shiny material. Her legs were fused together. Her arms were pinned to her body, but not at the sides. One hand reached down to her crotch, the other crossed her body to fondle her breast. Her head was coated in the blue shiny stuff, so tightly that Batgirl could recognize the profile of the famous actress.

In addition to being confined and compressed by this colorful cocoon, it was clear that Jewell was in some sort of erotic distress. Her hips were pumping up and down, her legs shaking with exhaustion, ecstasy, or both. Although Jewell’s mouth was covered, Batgirl could hear her scream, even through the closed window. It’s like a scene from one of her movies — but there’s no camera crew here!

The window did not stay closed for long. Covering her arm with her cape, Batgirl broke the glass and quickly made her way into the room. “Ms. Marcel, it’s Batgirl. I’m here to help. Unless this is, well, some sort of self-bondage thing?” The blue-bound actress was shaking her head and making incomprehensible moans. “Okay then let me get you out of this.” She reached out to touch the blue cocoon. Jewell shook her head faster. “It’s okay, I will just — what is this stuff?” Batgirl had expected the feel of latex or rubber. But as she touched the cocoon, it was actually sticky. Really sticky. She drew her purple gloved hand back in surprise — and the stuff stretched between her hand and the form of the struggling actress. It was like a powerful rubber band, and before she knew it her hand snapped back to Jewell’s body. And went right through the cocoon! Her arm was now touching Jewell’s naked body, while the blue shiny stuff was stuck up to the elbow.

Thinking fast, Batgirl drew her arm out of her glove. Her glove was now left inside the cocoon, but she was free of the sticky blue stuff. For a moment, at least. “Hold still Ms. Marcel —“

Unfortunately Ms. Marcel did not hold still, and in her trashing hit her legs against those of the caped crusader. Batgirl tried to free herself but soon one leg was sucked inside the cocoon. This set Jewell into a new frenzy of struggling, and before she knew it Batgirl had lost her balance. With a squelching noise she fell atop the sticky cocoon.

It now absorbed her in its tight embrace from her waist down. Her legs were entwined with Jewell’s, and she could feel the vibrations of whatever devices were driving Jewell mad, as the tight blue material drew their bodies closer together….

Will Batgirl be able to free herself from this sticky situation? Or will she be a permanent addition to the pod of pleasure? Tune in tomorrow— same Bat time, same Bat channel!

(Above, the image from FetishKitsch.com that inspired the "blue cocoon" trap.)

SUMMARY, WITH MUSIC

“A fiendish trap laid by Catwoman…”

“Batgirl is trapped in a tank of viscous goo!”

“But all is not what it seems…”

“This actress is just playing Batgirl!”

“A plea for help from the leading ladies…”

“And Batgirl is off to find the missing models!”

“One is still at home…”

“But bound in a mysterious blue cocoon!”

“Batgirl tries to help…”

“But gets sucked into the shiny sticky stuff!”

“Hold on tight, things are about to get tight for Batgirl!”

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BATMAN!

Unfortunately Jewell Marcel did not hold still, and in her trashing hit her legs against those of the caped crusader. Batgirl tried to free herself but soon one leg was inside the cocoon. This set Jewell into a new frenzy of struggling, and before she knew it Batgirl had lost her balance and fell atop the cocoon.

It now absorbed her in its tight embrace from her waist down. Her legs were entwined with Jewell’s, and she could feel the vibrations of whatever devices were driving Jewell mad, as the tight blue material drew their bodies closer together.

But she was still free from the waist up. I have to get out of this! Think, Barbara. The window glass on the floor might cut it? Too far. Might not work on this stuff. Lasers, why didn’t I pack any lasers in my purse today. Got to get free —

But even as she tried to think her way out of this situation, her arms were beginning to give way. Trying to keep her torso free from the cocoon was like trying to swim with a drowning person trying to grab your legs. She could only push herself against the bed in “upward facing dog” pose for so long, and as Jewell shifted beneath her, her body was slowly being drawn into the sticky embrace of the undulating mass of tightly encased porn star.

Her left thigh, now firmly between Jewell’s legs and rubbing up against her, registered a sudden increase in the multiple buzzing vibrations. It’s being run by some kind of program, maybe I can

But Batgirl’s thoughts were cut short as Jewell came, hard, and her body thrusting upwards collided with Batgirl’s upper body. With a squelch she was completely absorbed in the shiny blue cocoon.

The struggle to stay free was over. The struggle to stay sane had begun.

Okay I can breathe. The blue stuff was permeable, and although it was already tight against her face she wasn’t going to suffocate. Take stock, Babs. Arms trapped at my sides. A small range of motion. I still have my belt, if I can reach it. There’s the gear in the boots but that will be impossible to reach. Ditto for the Bat Distress Signal in the cowl. I don’t think I could get my arms up there. She tried pushing against the cocoon with her right elbow. It snapped right back. It’s like punching a wall of taffy.

Next item: she wasn’t sticking to the cocoon on the inside. The interior felt smooth and slick, like a thick rubber coated in —

Well Jewell must have been in here for hours. And hours. And hours. The cocoon interior was slick with her sweat and who knows what other bodily fluids. She was almost entirely naked, except for some kind of panties that Batgirl could feel with her leg. Which are probably keeping all the equipment in place. Batgirl, on the other hand, was in her full costume, minus one glove. Already it was getting hot in here. Really hot.

Speaking of really hot… Being trapped in a tight cocoon with Jewell Marcel, their bodies crushed against each other, with just enough room for them to squirm against each other, Jewell’s naked model-perfect breasts pressed against Batgirl’s in her purple spandex, each with a thigh pressed firm between the other’s legs, and the buzzing sensations coming from inside Jewell’s panties was beginning again, and, well, it was beginning to have an effect on the beautiful crime fighter.

It’s too bad there isn’t a camera crew here, and Batgirl imagined how the two of them looked, a shiny cocoon with two bodies encased in an endless erotic embrace, writhing with pleasure as they shared the vibrations, their bodies forced together by the unforgiving tightness of the mystery material. These thoughts made Batgirl even more aroused — the camera capturing the shape of her cowl, her boots, through the tight shiny material, only by its outline could one tell that Gotham’s number one female crime fighter was, once again, captured in a bizarre bondage trap.

Must focus. Can’t give in or I’ll never get out. Focus focus fuck us oh fuck

At this moment Jewell regained the power of speech, robbed by her after the last orgasm. “Batgirl, you’re here…. I was having this dream about you rescuing me … and now you’re in here with me… am I dreaming? Are you going to stay with me? Batgirl it’s so hot, and you’re so hot, and”

She wasn’t sure why she did it, but Batgirl stopped her mouth with a kiss.

The kiss ignited the fires in both of them, their bodies grinding and slick with sweat, and somehow the flipped over, and Batgirl was supine with the weight of Jewell’s body pressing against her, and their thighs pumped faster between each other’s legs, and oh how Batgirl wished for a pair of buzzing panties like Jewell’s right now and

The first orgasm hit Batgirl. She had been inside the cocoon for twelve minutes.

Focus oh my that feels good stop kissing her must focus on getting free or I will be trapped in here forever and no stop grinding you must get free free free

Free! Something clicked in her mind. An idea. It might even work. Batgirl made the most of her flexibility to bring her right arm over and down — no not there silly — to reach for her belt. Canister 1, 2, 3 and… 4! I hope this is the BatFreon and not shark repellent! I’ve got one shot at this! She activated the canister and it let out a stream of compressed freezing gas toward the cocoon.

The blue material instantly froze into a hard shell. That part of the plan worked.

Two things did not work. First, trapped in a now hardened case, Batgirl had no leverage and no way to put any power behind a punch or kick. And second, the mystery material, now frozen solid, was no longer permeable. Based on how little room they had and how fast both of them were breathing, they probably had about a minute of air.

Batgirl tried again to kick and lunch but to no avail. Force equals mass times acceleration. I’m using the wrong mass! She was still trapped beneath Jewell, and only one thing would get their combined masses to move. Batgirl did three things. She thrust her thigh up between Jewell’s legs. She pinched her nipple, hard. And she kissed her again, harder.

It had the desired effect. The fetish model, even after hours of vibration and encasement, orgasmed again. And as she started to thrash in paroxysms of pleasure, Batgirl shifted her weight as hard as she could, combining their momentum to roll them over….

The frozen blue cocoon with the two women inside it fell from the bed to the floor. And shattered into a thousand pieces.

Both of them gasped in the onrush of deliciously cool air, and they gradually came back to their senses.“Batgirl — oh thank goodness you’re really here — I thought I would never get out of that thing alive!”

…..

Batgirl took a cold shower in the guest bathroom while Jewell took hers, separately. It seemed they had an unspoken agreement to pretend that nothing had happened between them inside the cocoon. She cleaned off her outfit as best she could, got dressed, and while Jewell was still composing herself, tried to deal with the detritus.

She scooped up the blue shards into a trash bag (for later analysis), removed the shattered glass from the floor, and managed to cover up the broken window using some duct tape she found among Jewell’s considerable collection of bondage gear, and some cardboard.

Cardboard. Cardboard boxes. In the living room she found another stack of those black cardboard cubes, with “BOXXX” printed in silver letters on each side.

Wearing a white terry cloth robe, Jewell came into the living room while Batgirl was examining the boxes. “Oh, the BOXXXes! I’m never selling those again. That’s what got me into that blue mess.”

“What are they?”

“You haven’t heard of BOXXX? They’re a sex toy company. Really new, high tech stuff. App controlled and everything. And exclusive! You can’t get them online or at a store, only from a licensed BOXXX Bossgirl. Listen to me, I’m giving the spiel. Anyway I got recruited a few months ago. You can really make a lot of money. The best part is, every one you recruit to be a BOXXX Bossgirl, you get a part of their income. And when they recruit new girls, you get part of that downstream income upstream too…”

“So it’s… a sex toy pyramid scheme?”

“It’s not like those other companies! It’s not Multi-Level Marketing, it’s Many Ladies Money-making. They sent me a PowerPoint about how it’s totally legit. Although now I’m not so sure.”

“So they sent you the cocoon?”

“They did. If you’re a Diamond Level distributor you get to test drive their new offerings. This was supposed to be a new self-bondage wrap material that dissolved after three hours. Only it didn’t. I was stuck in there for 12 hours! And of course I had all kinds of devices inserted and installed, with the BOXXX app controlling it. I’ve done a lot of bondage and fetish films, Batgirl, but I’ve never been through an ordeal like that.”

“Did anyone else get this stuff?”

“I don’t know! It’s weird, Christina and Candy were both supposed to come over this morning. I’d never do self-bondage without someone to check on me. But neither of them showed up.”

“That’s why I came, Jewell. They’re both missing. And I think whoever got them was coming for you next —“

There was a loud bang outside, like a car backfiring. Batgirl ran to the window. A black van with the BOXXX logo on it was speeding away.

“Get somewhere safe — go to Angela’s — I’m going after that van!”

Soon Batgirl was riding on her Batgirl Cycle, chasing after the black van through the streets of Gotham. It was an exhilarating chase, but pretty boring to describe, especially in a story that is primarily read for its erotic content. Suffice to say that she got closer to her quarry, but then lost the van among Gotham’s winding streets.

Returning to her apartment, Batgirl began to do what she did to relax: research. She took apart the vibrator she’d taken from Christina Ford’s apartment. It had a Bluetooth transmitter, presumably so it could be controlled by the app Jewell had mentioned. Nothing else unusual.

She’d left the sticky cocoon stuff back in that trash bag, but there was enough stuck to her glove for analysis. She dropped the whole glove into the Batnalysis device that was hooked up to her Mini Bat Computer. That might take a while.

There wasn't much information on the BOXXX company. It was mentioned in a few articles about the dangers of MLMs, and there were some independent reviews of their toys. But indeed you could only get them from a “BOXXX Bossgirl.” Their website was only accessible for their “distributors.” She started a program on her Batpad to hack into the site, but that would also take time. Time the missing models might not have.

There was only one thing for it. She called the number on the website. “Hello! My name is Barbara Gordon. I’m interested in becoming a Bossgirl. How do I get started?”

Hours later Barbara Gordon returned to her apartment with some black boxes with silver lettering. (We will skip over the time spent at a “BOXXX party” in a home in Gotham Heights. It’s much less sexy than it sounds.)

Batgirl started to make some summary notes:

• Very new company

• In a short amount of time, BOXXX has apparently become extremely popular among the women of Gotham

• Popularity cuts across ethnic and socioeconomic lines

• All the “Bossgirls” I talked to are convinced it’s not a pyramid scheme

• No one knows (or cares) who runs the company. “I run my own company!” Sheesh.

• Missing models had been with BOXXX since very early in their Gotham rollout

• Are the toys really that good?

Okay, Barbara. Time to test the merchandise and find out.

From the top box she took a small device, the approximate size, shape, and color of a rose. But the material was silicone, with a velvety feel to it. “Flower Power,” they called this one. It had a dime-sized hole in the top where the “petals” formed, a cleverly hidden USB port, and a single button on the bottom. The box also contained a shiny metal collar. Finally, a set of wireless ear buds.

“Welcome to BOXXX, Barbara! — a company by women, for women!” The app had already paired with its devices, commandeered the phone’s speaker, and was probably rifling through her contacts already. Good thing Barbara and Batgirl had separate phones. “I see you have selected the Flower Power this evening. An excellent choice!” The app had a female voice that seemed familiar. She couldn’t quite place it. “As this is your first time, let me guide you. BOXXX provides the ultimate in personalized sexual experiences. The sensor collar provides feedback from your breathing, pulse, and brainwaves. Go ahead and try it!” She examined the collar. It had a magnetic clasp and a ring of sensors on the inside.

The app was impatient. “Go on, don’t be shy! The collar is easily removable, but discreet and fashionable enough for everyday wear.” Come to think of it I have seen a lot of women wearing these lately. I guess it’s more than just a fashion fad. “The earbuds are also paired with BOXXX. Through special Gaussian harmonics and an AI-generated soundtrack, this music is sure to put you in just the right mood! Try them out!” OK then. It was clear the app wouldn’t proceed until she’d done so.

Now the woman’s voice came through the earbuds, and it sounded like she was right in the room with her. These really are good headphones. “Great! It’s time to get started. Dim the lights. Put on something sexy if you want to. Get comfortable! When you’re ready to begin, just push the button on the bottom of your Flower Power.”

Barbara closed the curtains. She checked that the doors and windows were locked. She opened the drawer where she kept a few silky things. No, not tonight. Who would I be dressing up for, anyway? (What about us, Batgirl?) And after seeing Christina’s closet last night, a pair of black silk stockings seemed a little — lackluster? pedestrian? She considered the cowl, but decided against it. Batgirl gets plenty of erotic adventures. It’s Barbara’s turn tonight. She disrobed, wearing only the silver sensor collar and the earbuds, and slipped into bed. It felt a little strange. Okay let’s see if this lives up to the hype. She pushed the button.

“I see you are starting to relax.” Ocean waves shurshed beneath the soothing voice. “Please state your preference: short session, medium, or long?” “Medium.” After last night’s episode she didn’t think she could take something drawn out. “Good. Now breathe in… and out… you are getting relaxed… think about your fantasy… imagine it happening….” Barbara began to run her hands over her body. Images faded in and out. She was watching herself struggle neck-deep in EroGoo while Catwoman laughed derisively…. she was chained, kneeling and sucking an android’s cock while the Vibrotastic belt drover her max with pleasure…. She was grinding against Jewell, their bodies crushed together in the blue cocoon…. She was writhing on the ground as the Cat’s Whiskers grew tighter and tighter around her…. Harley and Ivy were taking turns with her while bound to a metal slab, and Ivy’s tendrils were everywhere…. She was with Nightwing on a Gotham rooftop…. Black latex hands emerged from a black inclined slab, hands that grabbed her and fondled her, while Catwoman laughed and laughed…

“You’re ready for Flower Power!” She’d nearly forgotten about the app. “Place the hole over your clit and keep thinking sexy thoughts!”

She did as she was told.

The hole fit right over her clit — and sucked it in! Barbara gasped. And then it began a fluttering motion, the vibrating diaphragm inside pushing and pulling, gentle and teasing, like the beginning of a lover’s kiss. I can see why this is so popular and oh my The Flower Power began to increase in intensity and speed. The music had changed, drums matching the rhythm of her breath, now growing faster….

When the sensors detected that she was close to coming, the fluttering eased off. “Fuck don’t tease me!”

“Request denied. This is a medium session. It’s not time yet…”

Somehow, being ordered around by the app was turning her on even more. How long was a medium session, anyway?

She’d had her pussy licked many times before. But nothing has felt quite like this.

The rhythm began to build again, and it seemed like the voice was whispering in her ear, and then it backed off, and began to build up again….

It was an hour before her first orgasm. After that she lost track of time, lost track of her thoughts, lost track of reality.

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Barbara woke up among sweaty rumpled sheets. Had the earbuds been whispering to her all night? She got them out of her ears, tore off the collar. I have to clear my head!

One cold shower and a cup of coffee later, Batgirl had cleared her head. She added to her Batpad”s notes on BOXXX:

• Addictive properties

• Collar + earbuds — hypnosis? Mind control? Mad Hatter?

• Voice of the app seems familiar. Match with Batcomputer?

But there was no need to do any voice matching. The BOXXX app pinged that she should put her earbuds back in and prepare for a special video announcement.

A familiar face filled the screen. “Hello, Bossgirls! It’s your Bossgirl In Chief, the She-E-Oh of BOXXX, Nora Clavicle! And have I got news for you all! Today we’re announcing a new product. We’re going to prove that you girls are truly in charge of Gotham!”

Nora.

What diabolical plot does the infamous Nora Clavicle have up her sleeve? Will Batgirl foil her plan and rescue the missing models? Tune in tomorrow— same Bat time, same Bat channel!

Chapter 5: The League of Molls

SUMMARY, WITH MUSIC

“Batgirl is stuck right up to her waist…”

“And gets trapped inside a sticky embrace!”

“Escaping from that erotic dream…”

“She learns of an evil pyramid scheme!”

“A mystery box with a sexy surprise…”

“Between her thighs, and Batgirl sighs!”

“A high-tech firm with an evil aura….

“The boss is revealed! It’s her old foe Nora!”

“Fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a wild ride for Batgirl!”

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BATMAN!

A familiar face filled the screen. “Hello, Bossgirls! It’s your Bossgirl In Chief, the She-E-Oh of BOXXX, Nora Clavicle! And have I got news for you all! Today we’re announcing a new product. We’re going to prove that you girls are in charge of Gotham!”

Nora.

Batgirl still remembered the knitting needle at her throat, the agonizing humiliation of the Siamese Human Knot, the terrible plot to destroy all of Gotham. Nora Clavicle was back, and only Batgirl could stop her!

The big product announcement was “Lexi,” a home speaker device with a built-in “personal digital assistant” that responded to voice queries. “Bossgirls! By the end of the day, you will put a Lexi in the home of every man in your life — your boyfriend, husband, boss, or bus driver! Do this and you will all receive a free upgrade to the next BOXXX level! Now get out there, and let’s show Gotham that girls are taking pleasure, and girls are taking power!”

What was Nora up to? And what was that — getthelexi giveonetoeveryman getthelexi giveonetoeveryman getthelexi — it was that whispering voice in her ears! Batgirl tore out the headphones. It was time to stand up to Nora Clavicle. But first she needed to make some preparations….

BATSPIN

“We are nearly ready for the next phase of the plan!” Nora Clavicle gloated, her legs up on her desk at the headquarters of BOXXX. The company’s modern black and silver motif extended to the chrome and onyx furnishings of the office, her tasteful black suit, her black seamed stockings, and her black stilettos with silver heels. “Evelina! Angelina!” Nora’s two henchwomen, statuesque blondes in symmetrical silver lamé dresses (gold would have ruined the color scheme), flanked her. “Fetch me the drones!”

A minute later the blondes returned, each holding a chain. At the end of each chain was a silver BOXXX Sensor Collar, modified with a D-ring in the front. And each Collar was around the neck of one of the missing fetish models.

Christina Ford and Candy Moore were dressed in matching black latex catsuits. A shiny metal chastity belt kept their waists cruelly constricted, and prevented any unauthorized pleasures. Their arms were bound behind their backs with a tight single glove fashioned from silvery leather. And they tottered forward on black leather calf-length ballet boots that kept them on their toes with 7 inch spike heels.

In silver letters across their substantial chests were the words “BOXXX BITCH”.

Both Christina and Candy had been dressed this way, with variations, many many times before. They were fetish models, after all. But this time there was no safeword, no director, no camera. They were real prisoners.

Candy, the taller of the two, had wavy blonde hair and a defiant demeanor that was only half bluff. “Nora! Let us go!” She glared at Nora with her hazel eyes. She'd played the domme plenty of times. The commanding voice thing might work....

“You’d better release us!” added Christina with a toss of her brunette curls and a flash of her blue eyes. “If you don’t, Batgirl will come down on you, hard! She knows us!”

“Why, Ms. Ford, I am counting on that very thing.” Nora came out from behind the desk and stood face to face with her contumacious captive. “Batgirl is the only thing that can stand in the way of my plans for Gotham. She’ll be here to rescue you, and then she’ll fall right into my trap. In the meantime, you two are not only my bait but also my Guinea pigs! I have to test my Controller. Evelina, Angelina, install the earbuds please.”

“No!” “You bitch!” The models tried to resist, but they were bound and the henchwomen were strong. In a trice the earbuds were installed, green lights blinking.

Nora snapped her fingers, and Evelina (or was it Angelina?) produced a hand-held electronic device with a built-in microphone. Nora pushed some buttons. The green lights on the earbuds turned red. Then she spoke into the device.

“Christina Ford. Candy Moore. You are my slaves now.”

The captives’ eyes grew blank. Rebellion drained from their expressions, replaced by a neutral stare. “We are your slaves,”’ they intoned in unison.

“You will address me as Mistress Nora.”

“Yes, Mistress Nora.”

“Good. Now kneel.” They knelt, submissively, awaiting their next order. “Oh, it works! It works perfectly! What fun we will have with these slutty little slaves until Batgirl arrives.” Nora clapped her hands with glee.

“I’m afraid your time’s up, Nora!” Batgirl burst through the door. “Now let my friends go!”

Nora’s henchwomen rushed to flank their boss. Nora might not be much of a fighter but her bodyguards weren’t pushovers. The models remained kneeling. At the sight of their blank stares, Batgirl’s anger grew. “What have you done with them?”

“Oh, they have been helping me in my research, Batgirl. I needed some unwilling participants to be sure my Controller works. As you can see, it works perfectly. Tomorrow I will control all the women of Gotham!”

“All the women? You think Catwoman is just going to let you take over Gotham? Or Poison Ivy?” Batgirl put her gloved hands on her purple spandex-clad hips, arms akimbo.

“Oh I’ve taken care of them. Take a look, Batgirl.” Nora pushed another button, and from hidden recesses in the ceiling three large cylindrical cages descended. Each cage held a familiar looking shiny cocoon. One was black. One was green. And one was red and black. Batgirl could make out the forms of Catwoman, Ivy, and Harley, encased by the sinfully skintight material, and writhing in continuous erotic distress. “For Catwoman, I required some assistance. But Harley and Ivy were pathetically eager to try the latest BOXXX release.”

“You always were a fake feminist, Nora Clavicle. Talking about Women’s Liberation, but thinking that women couldn’t possibly be good at police work. Now you’re talking about empowering your ‘bossgirls,’ but really you just want to control them!”

“Why yes, Batgirl. I think women are weak. How easily they fell for my pyramid scheme! How quickly they became addicted to my array of sex toys! Yes, I am using the women of Gotham. They are my tools. For it’s true that women will rule this town — a select few women! Namely, myself, and my partners, of course.”

“So that’s it, Nora? You just want to mind control the women of Gotham? What about the men? Do you think Batman will let you get away with this? Or even Joker?”

“Oh but did I mention my partners? First let me introduce my Vice President and head of R&D, Lorelei Circe!” A gorgeous brunette in a slinky silver dress entered the room behind her.

Batgirl turned so that none of her opponents were behind her. “Siren! But your hypnotic singing voice that could make any man do your bidding was destroyed!”

“It’s called larynx surgery, Batgirl. I’m back. And the men of Gotham will kneel before me yet again!” Her green eyes flashed.

“Of course, the Lexi speaker devices! With those in every home, Siren can sing her hypnotic tune all over Gotham and mind control all the men!”

“You’re very quick, Batgirl. I said that women are weak. But do you know who is weaker? Men.”

“Well I’m not weak. In fact I’m tough enough to take on the four of you at once!” She made to get ready to fight.

Nora laughed. “Four? How about six? Slaves, attack Batgirl!” The two rose from their kneeling position and charged. Although they were wearing ballet boots and arm binders and not much of a threat. “Sorry girls!” She knocked them down easily.

But the attack of the mind controlled models was only a distraction. During the skirmish the wall behind Batgirl had slid aside. And there were five more combatants entering the fray!

“Of course getting those Lexi devices into the right homes required some extra help. Batgirl, let me introduce Chickadee!” A brunette in a tuxedo-pattern latex catsuit — of course, she worked for Penguin! “Moth!” A tall blonde in a green latex catsuit with a large question mark across the chest. Riddler’s girl. “Pussycat!” A short girl with short blonde hair, in a pink latex catsuit and a set of pink cat ears. “Catwoman don’t own me!” she proclaimed.

“And lastly, Queenie and Cornelia!” Two more blondes stepped forward, one in a green latex catsuit, one in purple. Joker’s associates.

“The women are taking over Gotham tomorrow, and that includes its criminal elements! Batgirl, prepare to face the League of Molls!”

(Finally, after 5 chapters, the title drop!)

Nora laughed as her henchwomen joined the molls now circling Batgirl. “Nora’s using you, ladies, don’t you see? Just like she’s using everyone!” But the League of Molls would not be swayed. “We’re taking our bosses’ jobs!” “We’re tired of being dupes!” “Or bait!” “Or eye candy!” “Molls rule!”

BAM! WHACK! KICK-POW!

Batgirl’s combat skills were no match for seven assailants. And she seemed very off her game, to be honest. Soon she was pinned to the floor, a moll holding down each limb.

“Molls, bind her well!” And they did. Within minutes, Batgirl sported a red leather armbinder and a red ballgag. She was stripped of her utility belt. Black leather straps bound her ankles, her thighs, her waist and her chest. And worst of all, a Waynetatchi wand vibrator was strapped firmly in place between her legs! The molls seemed to take great pleasure in taking turns tightening and retightening the straps.

Siren looked down on the captured crime fighter. “Should we mind control her, Nora?”

“Not yet. I want her to be fully aware of my victory tomorrow! But tonight….” A fourth cylindrical cage descended from the ceiling. “Let her spend a little time in the dark.” The molls gleefully placed the struggling Batgirl into the empty cage.

“MMMMMPH! MMMMMPH!!! Mmmmmm….” The vibrator turned on as the four cages were drawn back up into the hidden recesses in the ceiling. She would be joining Catwoman, Harley, and Poison Ivy in a night of relentless pleasure and strict bondage. As the darkness closed around her, she heard Nora Clavicle gloating.

“It’s time to party, girls! And we have two lovely slaves at our disposal!”

Chapter 6: The Trap is Sprung

It was high noon in Gotham Square.

Thousands of women had gathered for the big event. BOXXX was launching something even bigger than Lexi. Women of all ages, from all walks of life, had joined BOXXX, as “Bossgirls” and as customers. And here now a sea of excited faces, with a silver Collar beneath each one, and the green twinkling lights of BOXXX earbuds in every ear.

A roar went up from the crowd. Nora Clavicle and Lorelei Circe had ascended the temporary stage, resplendent in black and silver. The League of Molls were arrayed behind them in their gleaming catsuits. “Greetings Bossgirls and BOXXX fans!” More cheers from the all-female crowd. “Today marks a new day for Gotham. For too long, the men have ruled this town — badly! It’s time we girls had a turn!” More cheers. “We are women! We are entrepreneurs! And BOXXX has shown us that we can make the money, have our pleasure, and take the power, all at once!”

Siren stepped forward to the microphone. “Thanks to all of you for making the launch of Lexi a success. In just one day you put our product into the home of every man in Gotham. And here they are!”

Onto the stage came a parade of the leading men of Gotham, their expressions blank.

Mayor Linseed. Commissioner Gordon. Chief O’Hara. Batman and Robin.

And the leading villains of Gotham were there too: Joker. The Riddler. Penguin. The League of Molls has done their job, ensuring that even the most untrusting villain had installed the device in their respective lairs.

Siren turned toward the row of men. “Now kneel, men of Gotham, kneel before the women who rule this city!” They knelt. There were some cheers from the crowd, but also some confused murmurs. What was going on here? “All the men will serve us. All the men will obey us. All the men will bring us their treasure and all their money.”

“Hey that’s my money too, lady!” A woman yelled from the midst of the crowd. “Yeah, my husband is supposed to obey me, not you!” “This wasn’t in the End User License Agreement!” The mood of the assembled women began to shift.

Nora Clavicle, self-proclaimed champion of women’s rights, stepped back to the microphone. “Oh ladies, I’m sorry. I forgot one thing.” She pushed a button on the Control device mentioned in the last chapter. Instantly the sea of blinking green lights, glittering in the ear buds of every woman present, turned red. “SHUT UP!” There was instant silence.

Siren controlled the men. Nora Clavicle controlled the women. Their takeover of Gotham was complete.

“Now that we control the men and the women, let’s see what happens to those who would defy us! Evelina! Angelina! Bring out the gimps!”

The towering henchwomen entered from stage left, again holding chains. Angelina (or was it Evelina) led Batgirl, Christina Ford, and Candy Moore. The other henchwoman (I give up) led Catwoman, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn. They were dressed alike: black latex catsuits with BOXXX BITCH in silver letters across the chest, armbinders, black ballet boots, and silver chastity belts. From the movement of their hips, it was evident that powerful devices were being held in place by the belts. Catwoman gave Pussycat a murderous look.

None of the captives wore the BOXXXX Sensor Collar, or the earbuds. Nora and Siren wanted them to witness her triumph over Gotham. They had steel collars, though, which were chained together in two “chain gangs.” Catwoman, Harley, and Batgirl were still masked.

“These uppity sluts thought they could defy us!” Nora pushed a button, and the whole crowd of women booed, in unison. “Now they will pay! First, let’s see who you really are… Batgirl!”

She ripped off the cowl, in front of all Gotham.

“Angela Autumn, fetish actress?!”

Indeed it wasn’t Batgirl at all, but her pornographic doppelgänger! (I bet you didn’t think I would pull that trick twice, did you?)

Several things happened at once.

The sea of red lights in the crowd turned purple. In all of the earbuds (and over the PA system to boot) came a recording of Nora Clavicle’s voice.

“I think women are weak. How easily they fell for my pyramid scheme! How quickly they became addicted to my array of sex toys! Yes, I am using the women of Gotham. They are my tools. For it’s true that women will rule this town — a select few women! Namely, myself, and my partners!”

Then, a purple motorcycle roared into Gotham Square, skidding to a halt in front of the stage. Batgirl! For real, this time! “Well, Nora, Siren, this is me, foiling your plans. If you want me, come and get me!”

Nora, Siren, and the League of Molls did not hesitate. Exit, stage right. Commandeer several cars. Get away from a mob of a thousand angry women who have just learned that you duped them. And get Batgirl!

After a thrilling chase through the streets of Gotham, which we will skip over, the League of Molls (and Nora and Siren) cornered Batgirl by some sort of industrial facility. She jumped off the Batgirl Cycle and ran up the metal stairs on the exterior of the building. Her pursuers pursued.

Stepping inside they were greeted with an unexpected sight. Batgirl stood, arms akimbo, in what seemed to be a tastefully lit boudoir. “It’s your last chance, all you Molls. Don’t you see that Nora and Siren are using you the same way that your old bosses did?”

“Don”t listen!” Nora shouted. “Get her, girls!” added Siren.

The Molls rushed forward, hoping to take Batgirl by sheer force of numbers.

click

With the push of a button embedded in the red velvet loveseat, the whole gaggle of Molls dropped into the trap door, down the chute, and into a waiting tank filled with transparent, slippery goo.

“So glad you could drop by, ladies!”

But not all the villains fell into the trap. Nora and Siren had hung back, waiting for others to do their dirty work. Now they turned to flee.

They were blocked by two figures. One, a curvaceous brunette in a spandex costume and a mask. The other carried a clipboard.

“But this is impossible!” Nora cried. “I control all the women of Gotham!”

“Well I won’t get fooled again!” It was Jewell. She had decided to wear one of her old superheroine costumes for the occasion. She shoved Nora, who tottered backwards and fell into the waiting slippery goo.

“And I control all the men!” Siren began to sing a high note.

"Well I’m non-binary, bitch!” It was Chris, the Helpful PA. They hit Siren with their clipboard. Her note cracked as she slid down the chute into the goo.

“Diana, now!”

Down by the tank, Diana threw the large switch. And this time, thousands of gallons of goo did indeed suggestively pour into the tank.

And Tim Weathers, of course, was happily filming it all (with earplugs in, because Siren.) The guar gum had worked. The goo was just the right viscosity. In the trap he had built, nine beautiful latex-clad molls and villainesses were coated in goo, sliding all over each other as they desperately tried to escape, with more slimy slippery goo pouring over their heads, while the level slowly rose…. Plus he had helped Batgirl trap the bad guys! It was a good day.

Epilogue

BATSPIN TO:

Commissioner Gordon’s office.

“You should have called for our help, Batgirl. You put yourself in terrible danger.” With the Lexi network destroyed, Batman was back to his old self.

“Angela Autumn was in the most danger, going in as my double. But she volunteered, so she could rescue her friends. Commissioner, she deserves a medal. And the sex workers of this city deserve better protection from the GCPD! We are going to have a talk about your department’s policies and procedures.”

The Commissioner looked embarrassed. Oh, if you only knew, Daddy…

“Anyway, thanks to the Batwire that Angela was wearing, I learned all the details of their evil scheme! And I got that recording of Nora, which we used to show her followers the error of their ways. After reverse engineering those ear buds!”

“Holy Tech Support, Batgirl! We could have helped!” Robin pounded his fist into his hand.

“Well, Robin, I didn’t know if you and Batman weren’t mind controlled by Siren already! Speaking of which, how did you two end up with a Lexi in your home?”

“It was a gift from, er, an Aunt.” Now it was Batman’s turn to look embarrassed.

The Commissioner spoke up at last. “There’s one thing I still don’t understand, Batgirl. Nora and Siren were on parole, working menial jobs in Gotham. How did they get the money to start this company? And to make all of those devious mind control devices?”

“I thought of that too. There was one villain unaccounted for yesterday — not in Gotham Square, not in Arkham, not in prison. The one man behind this scheme who is still at large. Commissioner Gordon, put out an APB for… King Tut!”

“Holy Perfidious Pharaohs! King Tut?!”

“Of course! Who else would have bankrolled Gotham’s largest pyramid scheme?”