Chapter 20 - Riddle Me This... This Dick!

The Riddler is a dick. That's one thing that Batgirl knew going in. He went through the trouble of laying out hundreds of trophies and challenges for her to find, then when she did, he pouted and decided to hang onto the rest of the civilians he had captured. He claimed she cheated so lost her right to them.

As it would happen, every one of the remaining prisoners were female. It didn't take much imagination to determine why that was and why he was so keen to hang onto them. Luckily, Batgirl had Bruce on her side who could hack into his signal and determine his whereabouts.

The front door wasn't an option, so of course it was into the ventilation system for little Barbara Gordon. Batgirl crawled through the ducts and discovered something quite unnerving. Edward Nigma had decided to have some fun with some toy train tracks. The female passengers were stripped naked and forced to follow the tracks via a little rod connecting their wrists to a little shuttle forcing them to keep walking.

"Keep moving, ladies," Riddler taunted, "if the simple act of walking is too hard, then I'm afraid you're going to have to spend some time in the penalty booth with yours truly!"

"I am not sucking your dick again, Riddler!" shouted back one of the paramedics.

"Then all you need to do is keep walking."

What a douche, thought the superheroine as she opened up the vent cover. Using her detective vision, she made sure that Riddler wasn't looking her way, then she jumped down. Her feet had touched the ground for no more than a second before she realized she'd just messed up.

Electricity flowed through her body, zapping every cell until she blacked out. The last thing she heard was the villain's smug voice, "did you really think I wouldn't expect you to come through the vents, Batgirl?"

Barbara Gordon awoke slowly, trying to figure out where she was when suddenly reality came rushing back to her.

Her wrists were shackled to some sort of altered exercise equipment. She could feel the padding against her chest and stomach, while her knees were on the ground, she attempted to move her legs but her ankles were chained to the floor. The same way she was collared and leashed to the strange furniture. She could lift her head and look around but escape seemed pretty unlikely.

"Look at that, you figured out how to open your eyes, Batgirl," said the condescending genius, "I guess that your primitive mind might be able to decipher what is occurring to you right now? Or do I need to explain it?"

"I got the gist of it," Barbara responded.

"You thought you were so clever to have solved all my riddles," Riddler said, "but it was no real challenge, I made it too easy I guess."

The Riddler was done having a conversation with the heroine, but he wasn't done talking. His trash-talking continued as he fit the ring-gag into the girl's mouth. The device propped her mouth open as Barbara saw the narcissistic villain started to loosen his pants. Batgirl felt like she should have told him it was unnecessary, that being tied up like this made her so hot that she would probably suck absolutely anyone's cock at that moment.

Riddler aimed his cock and gave the girl a couple of thwacks on the face before he began to rub the head on her lips. He gave condescending chuckle as Barbara's tongue poked out of her mouth, chasing after the cock's head.

"Little bat, if you want my cock in your mouth, just ask for it!" Riddler droned, infuriating the heroine.

"Flease 'ay I 'ave yer 'ock, 'iddler?" Barbara asked, her jaw immobilized by the ring gag.

"You didn't say pretty please…"

"Retty rease?"

"I guess I can throw you a bone, Batgirl," Riddler announced, then finally pushed the head of his cock into the girl's mouth. Immediately the villain could feel the girl's tongue working against his bulging helmet. Batgirl was surprisingly enthusiastic, working her tongue as elegantly as she could.

Riddler forced his cock further into Barbara's mouth. He watched her eyes widen as the head pushed into her throat, then they begin to water as she started to gag on his shaft. Her tongue never stopped moving though. With each inch of the shaft that Edward Nigma forced into Barbara Gordon's tight airway, he saw her struggle uncontrollably a little more against her bonds. She fidgeted in her spot, adjusting to the feeling of choking and gagging she encountered with every passing second.

The ring was a little snug against his shaft, thankfully he'd decided to go with one of the larger sizes, but Batgirl's throat felt so much tighter. She coughed and a burst of saliva pushed out of her mouth and down her chin.

"Oh little bat, is this too much for you? Do you want me to stop?" Riddler asked, removing his cock from the young woman's mouth for a moment. To answer his question, she shook her head, her tongue writhing enticingly. Riddler continued, "do you want me to fuck your mouth, like you're the little whore we both know you are? Do you want to choke on my cock so I can feel good, because you're a good little servant?"

For each question, Barbara nodded enthusiastically, so Riddler thrust his cock back into the redhead's mouth and began to fuck her throat like he had promised. His hands grabbed her head firmly, his thumbs locked around her bat-ears for added grip as he slammed his hips back and forth to assault her throat with all his power.

Batgirl's throat released a "GLURK GLURK GLURK" noise with each pass of the Riddler's cock into her throat. She could not resist the villain's aggressive mouth-fucking, even as she started to gag, her hands were locked far away from her face and of no use to defend herself from the psychotic genius' attack.

Barbara's tongue felt every motion of the Riddler's rabid thrusting, his dick sliding in and out of her mouth at alarming speeds.

Riddler circled behind the girl, leaving her gasping from the mouth fucking as his saliva-drenched dick began to probe between her buttocks. Batgirl tried to turn her head to look over her shoulder, but the leash attaching her collar to the furniture kept her mainly stationary.

"Aghh!" Batgirl squealed, pinching her eyes shut as the Riddler's head plunged into her anus and drove inside her slowly. Her hands curled into fists as she pulled on her shackles, her legs yanked tight on her ankle tethers as the Riddler forced his cock deeper and deeper inside of her ass.

The Riddler gave her ass a little smack with his right hand and watched the skin shake with impact, the slap made the heroine squeal softly as her body went tense and she stared straight ahead. In front of her were the Riddler's CCTV feeds, randomly directed through the city at his traps and also watching his captives wander the tracks.

Batgirl's tongue circled around the gag over and over, unable to bite down every sound her voice made was completely unblocked, causing her to squeal loudly for the rest of the girls to hear.

Riddler fucked her hard, his hips slamming against Batgirl's firm ass powerfully. The redhead's hole fit his cock snugly, she felt every detail of the dick thrusting inside her at astounding speeds. There was something incredible for the girl she loved about being chained up and mounted by the villain, unable to move except for the little bit of give that the chains allowed.

Nigma's hand crept up her back and around her shoulder until his arm was around her neck in almost a sleeper hold. He was nearly lying on top of her, choking her as he ass-fucked her furiously. The bondage furniture shook on its fittings as Riddler built speed and momentum, riding the girl hard as his body would allow. He was impressed that the girl's slim, but toned frame could take the punishment, it lent credence to Killer Croc and Bane's claims that they had fucked her and she had survived it.

"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!" screamed the girl as her ass was pounded endlessly.

She couldn't quite make out what the Riddler was saying, her screams were too loud along with the sounds of her ass smacking against his hips, but she was pretty sure he was listing off riddles that most likely all ended with solutions having to do with her ass or getting fucked. She didn't know any dirty riddles, but if anyone did, it would be Edward Nigma. Each riddle came with the same condescending tone that made Batgirl so much hornier with every word, it was a shame she couldn't reach her clit with her bound hands or she would be masturbating like a madwoman at the moment.

Batgirl finally felt the ass-pounding cease, the Riddler's cock withdrawing from her hole as he ran around back to her front. He pulled on her hair to tilt her head back, the ring gag keeping her mouth open as he ejaculated upon her tongue. Batgirl felt the warm goo sliding down her pink muscle towards the back of her throat. Riddler watched as she swallowed every drop without any protest.

"There you go, Batgirl," Riddler commented, "you'll fit in just fine around here. I'll rig you up some accessories and you can join the rest of the ladies on the tracks."

Batgirl now decided it was time to attempt an escape as she began putting her escape artist training to use.

Riddler had his back turned to the girl as he readied the appropriate gear to attach her to the tracks below them. He turned towards the furniture to see that she had pulled a vanishing act.

"What? Where'd you go?" Riddler demanded when suddenly the floor gave beneath him and Batgirl pulled him through. Noticing the restraints in his hands, Batgirl decided turnabout was fair play, perhaps the missing gals might like to see him wander the tracks for a little while.

"Hello Bat Girl," droned Zsasz, "I must say that I've missed you since that fateful night at the Asylum. The night where I fucked you mouth and mounted you like an animal. I enjoyed the time we spent together. So much so that I even considered obtaining a replacement. She's a little bit older than you, perhaps a little more experienced, but don't be afraid, there's still room for you in the cage should our paths ever cross again. She enjoys the feeling of having my cock inside of her almost as much as you did, she has a hunger for cum that is unlike anything I've ever seen before. She likes having my cock between her luscious breasts as the head pokes into her mouth with everything thrust upwards. I'm dying for you to meet her, Bat Girl."

CLICK!

Barbara hung up the phone and looked at the coordinates on display, having finally been able to fully trace the phone call. She smirked and said, "got you, bastard."