Chapter 3 - The Puta, The Bruja and Bane
Batgirl truly wished that Bruce would let her turn on her audio blockers. For the past five minutes, she'd been on her stomach, crawling through the insanely dirty vents trying to reach the spot where Harley Quinn was holding her father hostage.
During recon, she had seen Commissioner Gordon tied to a chair. Harley was guarding him with a shotgun, but that didn't stop her from amusing herself at Gordon's expense.
Barbara reached out of a vent and grabbed a goon by the ankle, the armed man went down face first into the cement floor. Batgirl finished knocking him out with a boot in the back of the head and retreated back into the vent.
Above her she heard a thud and looked out of the vent to see Harley's corset sliding down the glass. The Joker's girlfriend had started humming an off-key burlesque song as she started to undo the buttons to the stolen nurse's shirt she had been wearing under the corset.
As Batgirl had been getting into position, Harley had been making some pretty lewd comments about her father and what she wanted to do with him. If it had been death threats or talk of torture, Batgirl actually thought it might have been better.
The shirt was now fully unbuttoned, Jim Gordon's eyes were locked on the large tits that were just barely reined in by the red and purple bra that Harley was wearing. The crazy bitch next took off her belt and slid it behind Barbara's father's neck, pulling his head between her large breasts. Harley made a motorboat sound.
If only anyone knew that the Commissioner and Gordon were father and daughter, they would realize that this act was getting a much bigger reaction than they expected. Batgirl slid her arm around the throat of another goon and covered his mouth. She needed to hurry up before the speakers started broadcasting the sound of Harley sucking her father's dick.
With no belt to hold up her skirt, it fell to the ground revealing the red and purple panties that she had sewn herself from two separate pairs. Harley let the nurse's shirt fall off her shoulders and performed a little dance with it, rubbing it between her legs before throwing it against the window. Harley turned around and displayed her ass to the hardened policeman. The panties were riding up, more of a thong than anything, but even without his glasses Gordon could read across the ass: PROPERTY OF MR. J.
Harley set her left foot on Gordon's chest and began undoing the straps that held the thigh-high boots on. She slowly began removing the boot, revealing the long fishnet stockings underneath. As she did the same with the right leg, she said to Jim, "did you know I used to be a stripper? I did it to get myself through university. What a cliche, right? HAHA!"
Batgirl rolled her eyes and kicked a goon from behind in the beanbag. The man dropped his gun and clutched at his crotch, Barbara grabbed him by the back of the head and sent him backwards headfirst. That was the last of the guards so Batgirl hurried to get into a position where Harley wouldn't be able to see her and go for the shotgun.
By the time Batgirl found a way on top of the glassed in box that Harley was keeping her father in, Harley was down to just her panties, the fishnets and still her little nurse's cap. She had instead taken to removing Gordon's clothes, mainly his belt and undoing his zipper.
"Wow, you're so hard you could probably cut diamonds with this thing," Harley said, feeling the Commissioner's cock through his boxers, "let's have a little peek."
Batgirl realized how close she was cutting it when she crashed through the ceiling and landed on Harley. The glass rained down on the cop and the criminal, and Batgirl gave Harley an extra kick in the head to make sure she was out.
As Batgirl cut her father free, he said, "would it have killed you to wait five minutes?"
Barbara felt like throwing up, but she was able to choke out a "yes it would."
Jim took one last look at Harley's tits then looked out the window at the small shed-like building in the center of the room.
"We're not alone, he's got something down there. I don't know what it is," the Commissioner said.
After Batgirl hogtied Harley using her bra and shirt in place of rope, father and daughter made their way down to the small room and opened the doors.
Batgirl's jaw dropped when she saw what was in the room surrounded by mist.
"Bane," Batgirl declared, though it wasn't the Bane she knew. He had all the same scars and facial features of Bane, he even wore the mask and was strung up with tubes, but he was a small, scrawny man.
"Yup, it's BANE!" shouted the Joker over the Asylum's speaker system, "now let's let him down for a little yard time!"
"What?" Batgirl screamed, she pulled out a batarang, hoping to cut the tubes before they could get to work. Unfortunately, she was too slow, so she opted to get some distance between her and the juicing powerhouse.
Venom flooded Bane's body and started to turn him into the monster that Batgirl was familiar with. When he got to heavy, the tubes snapped and Bane fell to the ground. He charged the two crimefighters. Batgirl threw an ineffective punch and was rewarded by being smacked through a wall.
"Where is that bruja that dared to drain the Venom from me!"
"Keep him busy," her father yelled, "I'll go find something we can use to take him down!"
Wait, what? Batgirl thought, did her father just leave her with a superstrong mutant who was already visibly erect at the sight of her? One of these days she would really need to tell her father who she really was.
As Gordon fled the room, one of Bane's giant hands grabbed her around the waist and held her in the air.
"I am the one who broke the Bat, puta," Bane said, "I believe it is time I break another one."
Based on Bane calling her a whore in Spanish, Barbara didn't suppose he had another spinal injury planned for her. Bane threw her onto the ground and removed his pants. Batgirl's eyes shot wide as she saw the enormous cock spring out of his orange pants.
She tried to scramble away in a sort of crabwalk, but Bane easily caught her and pulled her up to her knees.
"You will pleasure me, puta," Bane ordered, "or I will break you as I broke the bat, then I will find the policeman and break him too. Then I will find the bruja and break her as well."
Batgirl knew when she was beat, she didn't have the strength or any usable strategies to deal with the brute, so reached up and gripped Bane's thick, hard penis and began to stroke it slowly. The superheroine licked her lips and opened her mouth wide as it would go to fit the enormous head into her mouth.
The redhead's tongue caressed the tip of the cock, feeling every curve of the dome and lathering it with her saliva. Barbara tilted her head from side to side, trying to dive a little deeper but was afraid if she went too far that she may dislocate her jaw.
She was finally able to fit half the gigantic length of the dick into her mouth, and used both hands to stroke the remainder. Her lips were tight around the hard shaft as they ran up and down it, her tongue tasting the skin and applying more moisture to it.
Struggling to breath with the enormous girth in her mouth, Batgirl had to retreat a bit to catch her breath. Not wanting Bane to think she was slacking or giving up, she used the time to run her tongue along the outside, using her own spit as lubrication for her hands as they stroked the large cock.
"You would have made quite the prostitute in another life, Batputa," Bane said, almost sounding like a compliment, "but in this one you now serve Bane."
Barbara rolled her eyes and groaned before wrapping her lips once more around the thick shaft. The room echoed with the sounds of slurping and sucking with every bob of Batgirl's head. She wondered how she had gotten herself into this predicament, she'd been a crimefighter for years and never had a problem that had to be solved using her less-marketable skills, now this was the fourth time tonight, and surely not the last.
Bane reached down and grabbed the back of Batgirl's head, to begin rapidly thrusting his cock into the young woman's throat. Barbara began to gag and sputter her saliva out from her lips. The liquid dripped down on her black costume and down to the yellow bat on her chest.
The brute finally released Barbara, she fell onto her back gasping for air, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Remove your clothes, now," Bane ordered.
Barbara knew that she should defy him, that she shouldn't obey his orders so quick, but after almost choking to death on his enormous cock her only instinct was to listen to him. First she pulled off her yellow boots, then the matching gloves. Next, Batgirl pulled the top half of her costume off over her head, exposing her perky and perfectly-shaped breasts to the brute, then followed that with removing her pants. Oddly enough, despite being at the mercy of the villains on multiple occasions, any one had yet to even attempt removing her mask. Maybe they just had a bat-fetish and preferred to keep the mystery in their life.
Batgirl stood in front of Bane, naked except for her mask, trying to shield the sight of her nipples and shaved cunt from the villain. Bane pushed Batgirl backwards, she fell hard against the cement floor with Bane following a second later, placing his hands over her wrists. She spread her legs wide and waited for the penetration to come. She felt her own saliva dripping off of Bane's enormous cock onto her crotch for a couple seconds before he finally adjusted himself and guided his cock into her tight slit.
As the large meat entered her and spread the lips of her pussy wide, Batgirl's mouth opened up in silent scream, her eyes pinched tight in pain. Bane thrust hard as she expected he would and was not gentle at all as he savagely rammed her cunt with Venom-fueled aggression.
With each stroke, Batgirl could feel Bane growing more aggressive, penetrating deeper and harder. If he fucked her any harder, she was sure that she would break a hip. The worst part was that Batgirl not only could feel herself getting wet from the brutal fucking, but she was also starting to feel some rumblings inside herself, knowing she was soon going to cum.
"Tell me how you've never felt such power in her life, puta-whore," Bane growled, his masked face inches away from hers.
Batgirl wanted to say something clever. Something like, "nah, I got fucked by a Titan earlier and he was stronger," or "I'm pretty sure Scarecrow had a bigger cock." Both were lies, but it didn't matter, all that came out of her mouth was a passionate squeal and whimper.
Bane lifted Batgirl off of the ground and pinned her against the wall. His hands gripped onto her hips and he thrust her downwards with every stroke of his cock forward. Barbara's eyes closed and she her eyes were rolling back in her head as her orgasm was building higher and higher. She threw her arms around Bane's neck and felt something. One of his venom tubes was in her hand.
"Barbara.," Bruce Wayne yelled into her earpiece, "are you still there? Gordon just told me about your situation. Are you still holding your own against Bane?"
Batgirl was grateful that the all-knowing Batman wasn't aware exactly what the situation was. Still being slammed up and down on Bane's enormous cock, Barbara was able to give a shaky and pitched, "yeah, yeah, yeah."
Bruce didn't seem to notice the odd way she said, probably assuming she was in mid-fight with the brutal villain. Batman said, "good, I have a plan for you to deal with him, but you need to do something."
"Mm-hm!" Batgirl moaned, trying not to let Batman or Bane know what she was doing.
"Okay, Bane's power comes from the tubes supplying him with Venom. You need to disconnect them, then get him outside. Hurry, Barbara!"
At that time, Bane also began to speak, "are you ready for the seed of Bane, puta?"
Batgirl gripped a Venom-tube in each hand then moaned, "do it, Bane. Do it NOW!"
Barbara felt the enormous cock in her slit begin to throb and tense up, with the release of Bane's tides of white fluid Batgirl also came, letting out a long, primal scream as she pulled hard on the tubes.
Bane was startled to feel the tubes coming free. By the time he could react, Batgirl already had the rest of the tubes disconnected.
"PUTA-WHORE!" Bane yelled and threw Batgirl across the room. Even though her legs felt like jelly from the mind-blowing orgasm she had just had and the brute's cum was currently dripping out of her and down her legs, she was still able to land on her feet.
In an uncharacteristically lucky manner, she landed near her costume and was able to grab a batarang. Bane charged at her, his dick swinging as he ran. Batgirl flung the projectile at him, striking him in the crotch. The Venom in his veins still had him strong enough that it didn't pierce the skin but it still felt like a kick in the balls. Bane grabbed his crotch in pain and thus left his face unprotected when Batgirl dove out of the way and he plowed through the wall.
Bane stood out on the lawn and glared at Batgirl, "you will pay for that, puta. I will break you again and agai_!"
Bane was cut off when suddenly the Batmobile slammed into him and drove him off the dock and into the lake. Jim Gordon diving out the open door as it sped by.
Batgirl grabbed her clothes and quickly redressed before her father could see her naked and deduce what had happened. If she ever told him her secret, she didn't want this event coming to mind for him.
She had just finished pulling on her second boot when Jim walked through the hole in the wall.
"Sorry I took so long," he said looking at the exhausted (but fully clothed) heroine, "that Batmobile is hard to get the hang of."
"Um," Batgirl said, thinking about the orgasm she had just had, "it's alright."
"Now lets go see who exactly thought it was a good idea to string Bane up like a pinata," Gordon said.