A short story.

Training
By Geofrey

It was late and Stephanie Brown’s slicker was not stopping the cold, wind and rain. She could feel the costume she wore under it drench. It made her nipples hard and painful, but she had more important things to think about then her breasts. Tonight she was scheduled for training in the Batcave. And she was already late. “It was a dark and stormy nite” she mused. “And im stuck without my motorcycle jest because I cant ride here in costume. That’s why im late. Its not fair”. She pouted.

Her moped whined as she turned the last corner into Wayne Manor. Lightning showed flashes of gargoyles and gothic relief. They used to scare her. But not now. At nineteen she was a big girl. She wasn’t The Spoiler anymore, she was Batgirl now. And Batgirl doesn’t get scared. A moment later and she rode through the hidden opening behind the pool house and down the steep ramp to The Cave.

She stepped off of the moped. Her lithe body masked by the slicker even as her long blond hair clung to it past her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes blinked in surprise as the complete darkness of the Batcave suddenly erupted in florescent light. Bruce Wayne was standing feet from her. And she had never known.

“Your Late”. Bruce growled. It was easy to tell, from his voice, from his posture and eyes, that this wasn’t Bruce Wayne right now. It was Batman. Even without the costume the confidence and authority turned Stephanie on. Not that she would ever admit it. She removed the slicker and pulled on her cowl. The wet cloth clung to her every tight curve, her rock hard nipples on lewd display. “Cold”? No emotion in his eyes.

“Umm yeah”. She had to look away. She wanted them to shrink back down, but they wouldn’t. He just kept starring. Why didn’t he have any towels down here? He knew it was raining. “Can we jest get started please”?

Ten minutes later and Batgirl was on her stomach. Her costume top was pulled up to her shoulders. But she didn’t have to worry about her breasts touching the cold floor. They were pulled up too, by her nipples. Cruel alligator clamps dug into them as they were stretched by taunt wire over her shoulders and between her arms. The wire wound around her ankles, jest over the small of her back. Her arms were held in place behind her, both by metal cuffs on her wrists and forearms and by five tight wicker finger cuffs connecting each hand.

Batman spoke. “I would not put your fingers together to escape the Chinese Finger Cuffs. There are needles in the center of each one. And don’t pull with your legs or you might damage your cute tits”. He wound her discarded gloves into a ball. And grabbing the nape of her neck, forced them roughly into her mouth. “You have ten minutes to escape from this hogtie. If you do not you will be punished. Begin now”.

‘What did he say? ‘Cute Tits’ ‘? She was distracted looking up at the imposing man with the lump in the front of his pants. She could almost taste it as he knelt in front of her. Her attention was brought back on the here and now as yellow leather was forced deep into her mouth. She had a short time to get free. She could do it!

Dusty, cold, Batgirl rolled from side to side as she tried to work the restraints. Twice she jabbed her fingers onto the cruel needles within the wicker cuffs. Over and over her nipples were obscenely pulled by the clamps. Minutes passed as a fine layer of dirt gathered on her stomach and the underside of her breasts from the rainwater, sweat and dust.

Batman had walked over to the computer cache and began to send the Batcave’s security camera feed to someone.
“Oh God, what is he doing? Is this why he left my mask on? What about my birthmark? Who is going to see this?!?
The girls in gym class have seen my birthmark a hundred times. They will know who I am for sure”! As she worried Batman moved to the side, revealing two of a half dozen computer monitors. Nightwing’s and Robin’s faces came into view. And from the looks of it they were enjoying the show very much! “It IS someone I know. How will they ever take me seriously as a crime fighter again? And who is on the other monitors”?

Batgirl’s struggles intensified. She HAD to get free. Hew nipples burned. Her fingers stung. Her back, legs and arms ached. Her panties were soaked. “Why are my panties soaked”? She thought. “Must be from the rain”.

“Im going to run out of time if I don’t concentrate. Last time I went over while training I had to play maid and clean the entire mansion in my underwear...”. She took a deep breath, the wire slacked slightly as her chest pushed out obscenely. She clenched her fingers against each other carefully rubbing them together until one of the finger cuffs slacked. One by one she was able to slide her fingers out until only her thumbs remained trapped. Taking hold of her wicker thumb cuffs she began to peel away the restraint until only the needles within remained.

Minutes passed as she carefully used the needles to pick the handcuffs, palmed them, and began to untie her ankles. She did not notice Batman walk over until he roughly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her wide eyes up toward his. Her stomach tightened from the sudden forcefulness. And she found herself gasping around her gag.

“Your almost out of time little girl”. Batman growled. “I think this time you can do the maids work nude. Im sure Alfred will enjoy the spectacle of your tight dimples ass. I might even let him have some”.

At that moment the tightness of the restraints, the tug of her nipples, the humiliation of being so exposed before her crime fighter colleagues, and the thought of Alfred being allowed to Have her pushed her over the edge and she came. For long moments she thrashed in her bonds. Each electric jolt causing spasms that further tormented her tortured nipples and pulled her hair against his strong fist. All the while she looked into his cold emotionless eyes.

His free right hand slowly slid down her dirty stomach, leaving scraped clean traces. And rested on her throbbing sex. Over and over his palm clenched down over her crotch. Her pants were no protection as he feelt her ride the last of her orgasm, extending it. Coaxing it onward. He leaned in closer. “You have two minutes left”.

He let her go and she slumped forward. Even so she quickly finished untying her ankles and, bouncing to her feet, began to work the needle into her forearm cuffs. The online crowd watched with wonder as her tight and dirty clamped breasts bounced with the effort as she hopped about. Finally her arms were free. She reached for the nipple clamps and removed them with a guttural scream that echoed about the Batcave. She looked at batman as she did so.

He pointed at the main computer monitor. It read 10:13.. 10:14.. 10:15.. “I expect you to do a good job cleaning. Now take them off. All of it. Alfred will show you everything you need to do. I will instruct him on what is implied by ‘everything’. Batman began to walk away.

Stephanie began to watch the computer monitors as she slowly began to peel off her wet costume, taking extra time to watch their reactions. “And one other thing Batgirl. I hope you are on the pill. Your next training session is on how to best survive a gang rape. And your audience has agreed to help with the training”.

She stopped cold. The half dozen images of heroes, colleagues, smiled. “They may not take me seriously any more”. Something in the back of her mind seemed to say through her stunned state. “But at least they will take me”..