Dr. Zed sat in his well appointed living room, watching the television news. He was especially interested in a clip about Batgirl. It seems the female caped crusader had apprehended another criminal and broken up a sex slave ring. “Hummm. Batgirl, eh. She would make a nice specimen for my experiments,” he thought.
“And I’d rid Gotham of another pesky irritant crime fighter.” Zed was worth millions. He had over thirty patents on high technology products, but the one he was most interested in at the moment was in his office in an adjoining building. He was brilliant, but mad. The 64-year old balding inventor resembled Einstein with his looks and had an IQ not much lower. Despite the fact he had killed over two dozen subjects, mostly homeless vagrants during his “tests” on his products, he had never been caught.
And didn’t intent to this time.
Zed was very precise. He began to track Batgirl’s movements and patterns, watching from surveillance cameras he mounted on several of Gotham’s buildings, trying to assess what type of crime attracted Batgirl and where and when she would appear. He ascertained that on Thursday nights, Batgirl particularly liked an area adjoining the “red zone” of Gotham, a place where many pimps and prostitutes hung out as Batgirl kept an eye on crime and assault there.
Batgirl had just jumped off her Batcycle and left in concealed in a pile of garbage, not far from the red zone. It was a hot, sultry night, perfect for crime, she thought, as she began to walk cautiously down the deserted alley. Or at least she thought it was deserted.
“Wahhhhhhh…….wahhhhhhhhh.” came the unmistakable sound of a baby’s cry.
“What on earth….who would leave a baby here,” thought Batgirl, already angry at the person who would abandon a baby in a mess like the alley. She quickly walked over to the noise and pulled off the abandoned card board boxes and reminents of trash from the baby. Only the sound wasn’t coming from a baby, but a very good tape recorder.
As Batgirl bent over, Dr. Zed watched from his TV monitor in a nearby van.
“PUUUFFF” went a cloud of smoke as Zed pushed a button in his van, released a cloud of gas, that was far faster acting and could penetrate any gas mask. “What?” was all Batgirl could utter as her legs slumped and she fell into unconsciousness.
“Ah, Batgirl, now I have you and this is the beginning of the end of your crime fighting days, Dark Angel,” croaked Zed. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Dr. Zed, the holder of numerous patents on high technology devices, and unfortunately for you, my dear, you will be testing one out.”
Batgirl struggled against the chains that held her firmly in place. Her arms were held in place by two chains, attached to the ceiling beams and were stretched so she could barely move them. Her legs were chained to the floor by chains as well. Her wait was secured by a manacle and was pulled tight, allowing little movement. She was afraid, but since she had been Batgirl, Barbara Gordon had learned to hide her fear. “You won’t get away with this, Zed, ” she said defiantly. “Oh, I’m not too worried Batgirl. You see this chamber, this building allows no RF in or out. No phone signals can get in or out of here, no transmitters will work in here, nothing.
Even if you could reach that utility belt of yours, any signal you could generate would be quite useless. But don’t worry. In a short while, you’ll be begging me to be nice to you.”
As Batgirl looked around, she could tell the room resembled a hospital operating room, but without the table. It contained an array of surgical instruments and electronics, for what, she could only guess.
“I doubt that, Dr. Zed, or whoever you are. You may have me chained, but I’m far from beaten. If you’re that smart you’d give up now,” said Batgirl, although she was aware of the lump in her throat and the cold reality there was little she could do.
Zed went to a cart and took a device off it that resembled a helmet with electrodes running out of it. He brought it over to Batgirl and placed it over her head, as she struggled and twisted to resist. She couldn’t and in seconds the helmet covered her head and eyes, down to her nose. She could not now see, but could feel Zed pulling on the wires that emanated from the machine. He was attaching them to various parts of her body. Her nipples, her pubic area, her stomach, her cheeks, legs and arms all were hooked up to the machine.
She again tried to struggle, but the manacles holding her were firm. “If only I could get him to loosen these manacles, I’d have a chance to get my utility belt,” she thought.
“Ah Batgirl. Don’t resist. Resistance is only futile as you will shortly discover. You see, my little device here can simulate any kind or type of torture I want and instantly send the pain to your brain and nerves. You won’t physically have a mark on you, but I can assure you the pain will be very very real in that soon to be feeble brain of yours.”
Batgirl said nothing, as she wondered what to do next. She was powerless, for the moment, against a maniac.
Suddenly Batgirl gasped. She could feel her Batsuit being cut away from her body. Zed had a razor and was slicing her suit from the back of her neck to her buttocks. Then he did the same in front, down to her legs, leaving her Batsuit lying around her, Batgirl feeling a cold draft on her exposed nipples as her chest heaved. “My, my. What an exquisite body you have, Batgirl as the old man ogled the Dark Angel.
He admired her breasts as he gently sucked each one, enjoying the look of disdain as Batgirl tried to spit on him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, you little slut,” he cried. He bent over and ran his finger across Batgirl’s exposed vagina and stopped. Batgirl stood still, awaiting what she feared would come next.
Zed slipped his index finger into her as he felt around inside of Batgirl, playing with her clitoris. Despite her fear, Batgirl couldn’t help but be aroused as Zed gently massaged her clitoris.
“You like that, don’t you?” said Zed amused by the sight of Batgirl standing before him.
Suddenly Batgirl could see. Zed was in front of her, holding a whip, a form of cat-o’nine-tails. It looked like it could deliver intense pain and the lashes were so wide they would leave no permanent marks, but the pain would be quite real. Batgirl didn’t know that Zed had actually returned to his computer, generating his own image in her brain. He held the whip in front of her face so she could see the full terror of the device.
Batgirl had never been whipped or badly beaten by any criminal and her breathing increased, despite her training as Zed ran it over her nipples. “Oh….you will be tamed with this my dear. Let the fun begin,” he shouted as he went behind her.
Batgirl could actually her the whip as it came toward her and exploded upon her back.
She had never felt such pain in her life. Her mouth went open in a silent gasp of pure agony and then, before she could recover, her back exploded again. ,Her eyes began to fill with tears, and the blood rushing through her ears was blocking out most of the other sounds. She began to twist, desperately trying to avoid the blows, but Zed would take careful aim, and strike her. The whip landed on Batgirl’s shapely back and buttocks over and over again. In her mind, Barbara knew the device was likely generating the pain, that she wasn’t actually being whipped, but the pain was very very real.
She tried to resist screaming as the blows continued to land on her back.
Her body streaked with sweat, Batgirl hung limply in her manacles as
Finally the blows stopped.
“Here, take a rest, Batgirl,” as Zed threw some water over her back and brought a glass up to her parched lips.
“Please…why me. What have I done to you, Dr. Zed?” Batgirl asked.
“SILENCE, BATGIRL. I will ask the questions, understand?”
Suddenly Batgirl screamed in pain as she felt the whip strike her pussy.
“Oh, my God!” cried Batgirl, as tears again began to run down her
cheeks. “Oh, God, oh
no, please, AHHHHHH”
Dr. Zed continued to whip away at Batgirl’s pussy, her lips were now on fire. As bad as the first whipping was, this was much, much worse. Batgirl shut her eyes as she tried to force down the pain. “WHAP” as another burst of whip fire exploded onto her pussy striking her clitoris.
“Please, oh please…what do you want…stop….My God….please! ” gasped Batgirl as Zed continued to strike her. Several strokes later, Batgirl fainted from the pain.
As Batgirl slumped in her manacles, Zed laughed. Her head was down, her upper body where her Batsuit lay in tatters around her was soaked with sweat as her chest heaved up and down, her breasts glistening. There wasn’t a mark on her, remarkable thought Zed, what an exquisite device. It could torture someone to the breaking point and not leave a physical mark on them. We’ll have to do much more, he thought as he administered some smelling salts to Batgirl.
Batgirl awoke in darkness, remembering the device around her head. Her back and pussy were raw and felt like someone was holding a match to both. “Got to do something…get help…won’t laa..st much longer…” she thought to herself.
Suddenly, she felt a knife cut through her costume. This time the doctor was removing her bottoms. He began with each leg at the ankle by removing each boot, then sliced her costume up her leg to her thigh and then, finally to her most private part. She involuntarily gasped as she felt the surgical knife glide by her pussy as her bottoms fell from her. She was now naked except for her gloves and mask.
“Well, I hope you enjoyed the warm-up session as much as I did,” said Dr. Zed. “Now, it’s time to really warm this thing up. Kind of open her up, if you know what I mean,” snorted Zed.
Suddenly Batgirl could see again. Zed was approached her with a hot brazier, not unlike a cow branding iron. It glowed white hot as he approached. Batgirl twisted as she tried to move out of the way to no avail.
“”Oh, God, no no AAAHHH!! AAEEII!! AAAHHH!! screamed Batgirl at the top of her lungs. “NOOOOOOO…AAAEEEEIIIIIIII” as the iron pressed onto her right nipple.
As Zed removed the iron it left a burn mark in the shape of a Z over her right breast, directly over her nipple.
“NO..NO…..AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Batgirl let out another scream as Zed brought the iron into her left chest and nipple, leaving another large Z. Batgirl’s body arched in agony as the iron and fire continued their assualt on her once beautiful body.
“My God……my God…..Zed…..anything….please…..no more” the once proud Dark Angel begged.
“Oh, what did I say? You’d be begging me to stop? hissed Zed. “No, this is just a sample. I’m going to break you, Batgirl until you’re a candidate for the Arakam Asylum.
By the time I get done with you you’ll be madder than the Joker.” Batgirl was burned several times on her thighs, on her side, her arms, her stomach… She continued to scream in agony as Zed burned her flesh. Finally, Zed put the iron down as Batgirl panted in her bonds, dripping with sweat, her mouth parched, her throat now barely able to mount a scream Batgirl was so horse. Her brown eyes looked at Dr. Zed with horror and pleading as a tear rolled down inside her mask.
Batgirl knew her agony was being manipulated by the machine she had over her head and eyes, but the pain was so real, the images so vivid she could not help but respond. Nearly in front of her in the chamber was Dr. Zed sitting at the computer terminal. Speaking into the microphone he could transmit his voice into Batgirl’s brain. Using the computer he could alter the image program and choose the pain and how he inflicted it on Batgirl.
However, before him, slumped in her manacles was the real Batgirl, naked, but without a scratch. To Batgirl, who had forgotten she had the device on by now, she was alone in a room with Zed and his collection of instruments of torture.
“Why?” gasped Batgirl as she looked at Zed standing before her. “Because you make such an interesting subject my dear. I need someone intelligent, tough and who can withstand more than the usual amount of pain. Plus, I want to break you not only mentally, but physically and see what happens,” as Zed laughed and went over to the table where he kept his collection of instruments as Batgirl watched through terrified eyes.
“Oh, my God…” whimpered Batgirl, “What are you going to do? Please don’t hurt me anymore, I’ll tell you anything you want I’ll do anything please. Please I can’t stand anymore plea….” Her voice trailed off into great sobs. Dr. Zed watched as the once mighty Batgirl continued to sob. He had beaten the greatest female crime fighter of all, without having to even touch her. He suddenly had an idea. He approached Batgirl and removed the device from her head.
Batgirl, stopped sobbing as she felt something leave her head. Zed stood before her, stroking himself, his large penis almost in her face. “We will take a short break, for some recreation, Batgirl. This should make you forget for a few minutes, but I warn you, any tricks and you’ll die a very horrible death.”
Batgirl looked back at Zed, trying to regain her strength. She no longer felt any pain, but was still in shock from what had occurred. She merely nodded her head as Zed ordered her to lie on her knees, while he loosened her upper manacles so she could kneel.
“NOW EAT THIS,” Zed commanded as he stuck his cock into Batgirl’s mouth as began to thrust in and out.
“Ughhhh” moaned Batgirl as she tried to accommodate his huge penis. She closed her eyes, trying to forget this humiliation as she began to gag on his cock.
Dr. Zed pushed his entire cock into Batgirl’s mouth. “Suck, suck, this Batgirl or you know what will happen.”
Batgirl dreaded what he was capable of and began to suck the cock of Dr. Zed for all she was worth.
Dr. Zed continued to thrust deep into Batgirl’s mouth as he watched his cock disappear into her mouth. He hadn’t planned on this diversion, but he was turned on by the sight of the crime fighter sucking his cock, not to mention the incredible feeling he was getting from the blowjob.
“Yes, that’s it my maiden of might,” sighed the doctor as he reached down with one of his hands and grabbed Batgirl’s head, helping her establish the pace he wanted.
As he built up to come, he seized her mask and quickly pulled it off, throwing the mask and red wig to the floor, revealing Batgirl’s face for the first time. It was so erotic he immediately had a massive ejaculation and held her head to his groin as he sprayed his come into Batgirl’s mouth.
As soon as she felt her mask pulled off, Batgirl tried to resist, but knew doing so may well get her killed.
“He’s going to do this sooner or later,” she thought to herself as she tried to pull her head back from his groin. His strong arms, however, and with Batgirl on her knees, she wasn’t strong enough to overcome his strength.
“Ohhhh yes, YES….suck me…..yes…..” moaned Dr. Zed as he looked at the close cropped brown hair of Barbara Gordon, now completely naked. Barbara Gordon kneeled on her knees as she tried to swallow the last of Zed’s come. As he pulled out of her mouth, she looked down dejectedly, knowing she had been beaten, frightened by the thought of what was to come next. She was no longer the proud crime fighter she had once been, but a frightened librarian. Suddenly she felt herself being lifted back up by her arms as Zed raised her manacles back up, brining her to her feet.
“Time for the next act, Batgirl, or who ever you are,” laughed Zed as he put the helmet back over her head.
Suddenly Batgirl gasped. Her eyes popped open and she saw Dr. Zed holding a soldering iron near her left nipple.
“NO!!! NO!! OH GOD NO!! DON’T!! PLEASE NO NO NO NOOOOOOO!!!
AAAAHHH!!! Dr. Zed held the soldering iron on the nipple as it burned away the nipple.
Batgirl never stopped screaming as he held the soldering iron down,
down, onto the
Batgirl had never felt so much intense pain.
AAAHHH! OH GOOOODDDD!!! NOOOOO!!! AAAAEEEIII!!!” as she passed out from the pain.
Back as his computer terminal, Zed waited a few minutes as he hummed a Broadway show tune to himself. This is working so well, he thought. Only a little while and Batgirl will be chief Batnut at the asylum.
After a minute or two, he took some smelling salts and placed them under the nose of Barbara Gordon. She awoke, although she was groggy. “OHHH, please…..please…..My God Doctor……anything….” as she looked down her nipple which was burned completely off. The pain was almost overwhelming.
“I don’t want anything from you, Batgirl. Only pain, only your mind. You have nothing I want Batgirl. You’re just a test subject and with that approached Batgirl’s right breast with the soldering iron.
Batgirl thrust in her manacles, her movement limited as she tried to stop the onslaught. It was useless. Dr. Zed brought the iron up and held it to her right nipple.
OH GOD NO NO AAAHHH!! AAAHHH!!! PLEEAAASSEE NO MORE NO
MORE AAAHHH!” she pleaded as her entire body tensed as she felt her right nipple be burned off. Her mind blanked as she became a mindless being, absorbed with pain, incapable of rational thought as she screamed and pleased for help that never came.
HELLLLLLLPPPP…..OH GOOOOODDDDDDD” as Zed removed the soldering iron. Batgirl continued to scream as tears ran down her face, which was contorted with agony, her brown hair matted with sweat, her mask and wig still laying feet from the place she had ceased to be Batgirl.
Zed threw some water over her body, both in the computer program, and on the real body of the naked Barbara Gordon. He didn’t want to kill her just yet. More cold water and smelling salts brought Batgirl back to life. “I’m glad you’re back, taunted Dr. Zed as he stood over her bound naked body. “I’ve got more planned for you, and I’d hate for you to miss it!”
Batgirl’s voice was raspy, the pain overwhelming her very being. “Please no more, Zed, please I’ll do anything no more no more kill me just let me die no more, I beg you,” she pleaded as her body shook uncontrollably. Dr. Zed smiled as he brought the soldering iron back to her, this time holding in just in front of her face as he held to Batgirl’s cheek.
“OHHHHH……AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” was just one long scream as Dr. Zed burned a hole into Barbara Gordon’s unmasked face on her left side, between her upper and lower jaw. Batgirl continued to scream and shake uncontrollably now, thrusting in her manacles as Zed pulled the soldering iron away after a minute or two.
OOO” was all Batgirl could hoarsely scream now, her voice scratchy from the constant screaming, her eyes now wide with fear.
“Ah, Batgirl, whoever you are..look at your pretty face now,” as Zed held up a mirror for Batgirl to look into.
“NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!””” was all Barbara could scream as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her once beautiful face was now disfigured by the smoking hole in her cheek. Even as she looked she continued to scream, her sanity breaking at the torture.
“I think you need another hole to match the one on the left,” laughed Zed as he brought the soldering iron back up to Batgirl’s face and began burning a hole in her right cheek.
Barbara finally snapped, all trace of sanity now gone as the pain and humiliation of the torture overcame her. She was now no longer human, but a hunk of living flesh, tugging at her manacles in a constant scream, an unending state of terror in her eyes.
Dr. Zed, sitting at the computer smiled. Before him was Batgirl’s naked body without a stratch on it, as Batgirl pulled at her manacles, screaming. The pain to her was very real, it was just not noticeable to someone watching the once tough crime-fighter now reduced to a sniveling beggar.
Zed continued his torture for another hour, programming the computer to horribly disfigure Batgirl’s face and vagina.
After Batgirl passed out again, Zed slapped her several times to wake her up. She moaned as she slumped, her arms stretched holding the full weight of her exhausted body.
Zed then removed the helmet and threw yet more water in her face to wake her.
As he turned back to work on the computer program to simulate a branding iron being inserted into her pussy, the next phase of her torture, the door suddenly exploded as Batman barreled through it.
“You bastard,” shouted the caped crusader as he grabbed Zed and threw him into a wall.
“Watch out, Batman. One false move and your previous Batgirl here will wind up with no brains at all if you program my computer wrong,” he hissed as he reached behind the computer and grabbed a bottle of chloroform.
Just then Batgirl began to wake as she heard a familiar voice. She gazed through blurry eyes at the two figures talking, before she finally recognized the second one as Batman.
Batman reached out and grabbed Zed by the neck. “That’s why you’re going to help me, or so help me, I’ll put you in that device, whatever it is and see how you fare.”
“Now, take Batgirl off this thing and return her to normal or you’re next,” Batman said in a menacing tone.
Dr. Zed pushed several keys on the computer and shut down the program. Barbara, didn’t move, the only sound that was emanating from her mouth now was a series of low moans.
Batman gently removed the helmet, as Batgirl resisted. “NO…..NO…..NO….” was all she could moan as Batman removed the helmet, exposing the face of Barbara Gordon, her naked body trembling and shaking, coated with sweat.
As Barbara lay there, she was barely able to comprehend much. But she could tell as Zed talked with Batman, his right hand had picked up a bottle of pepper spray next the the computer, out of the sight of Batman.
“Now Batman, we have to do this carefully, or your precious friend here is dead. Her brain is in a very precarious position and…
Batgirl could see he was about to spray Batman. Even in her manacles she figured there was a chance she could head butt Zed just enough to throw his aim off. “WHAM” as Batgirl head butted the back of Dr. Zed as he brought up the spray. It went flying out of his hand, striking the far wall as Batman brought his leg up in a judo position and swiftly kicked Zed.
“Thanks, Batgirl. Were it not for that, both of us would have wound up as his prisoners,” as Batman quickly handcuffed Dr. Zed, who lay moaning on the floor from Batman’s kick to his groin.
Batman then removed Batgirl’s manacles as she again closed her eyes and began to sob as she slumped to the floor. Her ordeal was still too real, too close.
TWO WEEKS LATER:
Barbara lay in the hot tub at her apartment. She had yet to return to work. She had a doctor friend of Bruce’s write an excuse for her. She was still too mentally exhausted to return to work, or Batgirl. It had been a close call. Too close, she thought to herself. Zed had broken her down, destroyed her will and knew what she looked like, although not who she was. Plus, she was having daily nightmares of the ordeal and each night, still, she would wake up in a sweat, sometimes screaming and sobbing the dreams were so real. It was all she could do to get up in the morning and lay in the hot tub most of the day.