Chapter 7 - Fucked On A Monday

Batgirl was surprised it worked. Going into the Iceberg Lounge, she had completely expected the jamming device she'd received from freeze to run out of batteries or something, then she would end up getting frozen conveniently with her ass and mouth vulnerable.

However, the device had actually worked and Batgirl had just floored the Penguin with a jaw-shattering uppercut.

"It's over, Penguin," Batgirl announced.

"I don't think so, little Bat-whore," Penguin laughed, then with a jab of his thumb he set off a detonator that exploded the floor beneath her. Batgirl fell to the ground below, in some sort of dungeon. Then she saw it. Solomon Grundy, bound up and connected to some sort of machinery.

"He was down here when I bought the place, he's been a lot of fun whenever I throw people down there, but I'm sure you're about to find that out…" Penguin jabbed a second detonator, this one began sending electrical currents through the giant, white monster's body. After a few bursts of electricity, Grundy came to life.

Slowly he spoke, "Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday. Christened On Tuesday. Married On Wednesday," with each line, the beast moved ever closer to her. Noticeable erect, "Took Ill on Thursday. Got Worse On Friday. Died On Saturday_"

"Now I'm fucked three ways from Sunday," Batgirl muttered and watched as Solomon Grundy broke his bonds and pounced on her. Pulling her clothes off, like a child with the wings of a fly. Soon Batgirl was in the nude and knew what was coming next. The great white monster examined Batgirl, holding both of her wrists above her head with one hand and poking at her soft perky breasts with his other hand.

"Stop playing with her and get on with it!" Penguin yelled safely from his perch above.

Grundy seemed to obey as he spread Batgirl's legs and his large white cock emerged through his tattered pants, the head pressing against Barbara's pussy. The tip slowly entered Batgirl's slit as she moaned. She struggled trying to get her hands free from Grundy's grip, but it was no use and her giant monster fetish seemed to be acting up again.

She felt the enormous cock spreading her pussy lips as it drove deep inside of her, Batgirl closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Her mouth dropped open in a long moan as she adjusted to the insertion. Solomon's free hand gripped her by the hippy as he slid the heroine up and down his rod, feeling her juices wet his cock as he started to thrust his cock harder and harder.

With each slam of his crotch against Batgirl's pussy, she was propelled upwards, causing her tits to bounce each time. Her red hair swayed as she swung her hair back and forth, relishing in the hard pounding she was receiving.

Grundy glared at her as he fucked her, it was a little unsettling, but his cock felt so good inside her that she was willing to look past it. Batgirl thrust her hips back, sliding the cock further onto her as she writhed with enthusiasm on his lap.

The white monster leaned Batgirl back, laying her on the ground with her legs spread wide. Despite the fact that if he slipped, she would be crushed, Batgirl enjoyed having the creature looming over her. Grundy had released her hands and now his were on either side of her head, while hers felt his solid, muscular chest as she experienced his cock darting in and out of her hole.

She moved her hands down to her breasts, squeezing them together to entice the monster, while also pleasure herself. She pulled on her breasts, bringing her mouth and tongue down she sucked on her own nipple. She found her tit between her teeth and bit slightly, the bite brought her pleasure.

Grundy spun Batgirl until she was on top of him, riding his dick like a horse. She leaned forward, her hands on his muscular stomach as she pumped her ass up and down. Solomon held her in place with his hands on her sides, each one of his palms as wide as her slender torso. The giant gritted his teeth as he pounded his meat upwards into Batgirl's soaking wet pussy.

The impact of the monster fucking her caused her entire body to ripple, her ass shook and her tits bounced while she swung her head from side to side, flailing her hair.

"Oooh yeah," Batgirl heard Penguin comment. She could tell he was beating his meat high above them, but she didn't care. In fact, she actually thought it might make it hotter. So Batgirl added being watched to the list of things that turned her on, a list that was getting steadily higher while she worked on one of her first fetishes: Fucking giant monsters.

Grundy growled as he pushed Batgirl up and down his cock, her wet juices slathering his cock as it began to throb inside of her. The heroine bit her lip, excited for the wave of cum about to fill her hot and ready hole.

Solomon's massive hands gripped her even tighter, his balls tightening as his body tensed up. Finally globs of warm, white liquid shot from the tip of his cock into Batgirl's cunt, the redheaded woman enjoying every millisecond of the feeling while it lasted.

With her addiction sated, Batgirl knew what she had to do. She had managed to reach her supply of explosive gel and painted a bat on Solomon Grundy's chest while he was busy catching his breath after firing his load. Batgirl blew the gel then pulled out Grundy's heart. She knew by tomorrow he would be reborn, but it gave her all the time she needed to go back and finish off the Penguin.

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Batgirl threw the badly beaten dwarf at Mr. Freeze's feet. The villain lifted the other villain off the ground and slammed him into the glass container that held the ninja that Penguin had raped earlier.

"It's time for you to pay for your crimes against me, Cobblepot," Freeze growled as he locked Penguin in a spare case.

"There, now you have Penguin. Where's the cure?" Batgirl ordered.

"There isn't one."

"What!?" Batgirl demanded.

"Maybe I should elaborate, I cannot formulate a cure because I don't have the stabilizing element needed to make the antidote effective," Mr. Freeze brought up a display, showing the chemical formula required.

"I've seen this before," Batgirl said, recognizing it from her work as Oracle, "it exists in the blood of a man named Ra's Al Ghul."

"Then I suggest you get me a sample of his blood, if you wish to survive the night," Mr. Freeze warned.

The glass case exploded behind them as the ninja broke free and escaped. That's when Batgirl remembered why the tattoos and costume were so familiar.

They were from Talia Al Ghul's personal guard.