Re: Batgirl's Psychologist
Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2021 2:52 pm
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With some effort, Detective Kaine was able to drag the knocked out superheroine from her car to her bed. It was a surreal scene: the beautiful Batgirl lying prone on her bed, tied up and unable to resist any of Ashleigh advances. Her pulse was racing as she stood beside the bed and moved her hands over the skintight material hugging Batgirl’s curvaceous body. There was so much she wanted to do to Batgirl. It had been almost a year since she had rescued Batgirl from the clutches of that depraved photographer, but the image of the bound and gagged superheroine was as vivid now as it was when she first entered that hotel room. This time, Batgirl was bound and gagged for her pleasure!
Ashleigh changed out of her work outfit and into a tight black body suit. She carefully placed an ornate, unique-looking mask over her face.
Though she had been a detective for six years, Ashleigh had to be objective about the situation. Batgirl had a growing reputation of being a brilliant detective; wearing a mask and disguising her voice may not be enough to prevent the superheroine from uncovering her identity. The excitement of having the superheroine as her sexual plaything could easily cause her to slip, to make a critical mistake. A contingency plan would be necessary before she could indulge in her deviance.
There was one definitive way to insure Batgirl would never come after her.
Ashleigh stood over the unconscious and restrained superheroine, and with a thrill of excitement, she removed her sports bra from Batgirl’s mouth and pulled back Batgirl’s mask!
‘Whoa! This might be a problem.’ Ashleigh stared at the face of her boss’ daughter, the beautiful Barbara Gordon. Did he know about his daughter’s role as a masked vigilante?! Giving the matter some thought, Ashleigh concluded Commissioner Gordon had to be unaware of his daughter’s nocturnal activities—there was no way he could be okay with his daughter putting herself at risk on a regular basis. And then there was that Penthouse spread. ‘No way her old man would be okay with that!’
Confident in a lack of reprisals for her forthcoming actions, Ashleigh unbuckled Batgirl’s utility belt and tossed it aside. Then she removed Batgirl’s bondage and spread out the heroine on her bed.
‘I need to see all of her first,’ Ashleigh thought to herself. The Penthouse spread was quite revealing, but she wanted to see every last part of Batgirl. After removing Batgirl’s boots and gloves, Ashleigh licked her lips in anticipation of what she was about to do. The superheroine let out a few light moans but remained comatose as Ashleigh peeled off Batgirl’s tight pants and removed her top. She was fairly surprised to see Batgirl was not wearing any underwear beneath her skintight costume.
The beautiful Barbara Gordon lay stripped and helpless on the satin sheets of the queen-sized bed.
Ashleigh stared in deep appreciation at the naked and unconscious Barbara Gordon. The young superheroine was stunningly beautiful, and under different circumstances Ashleigh would be all over her. But Ashleigh wanted Batgirl, not Barbara. After taking a series of photographs on her iPhone, Ashleigh picked up Batgirl’s mask. She pulled it back over Barbara’s face and adjusted it until it was snugly back in place. Next she put Batgirl’s boots and gloves back on.
Ashleigh licked her lips in anticipation. ‘That’s the Batgirl I want.’
Before she could play with her, Batgirl needed to be properly restrained. At first Ashleigh thought of using her handcuffs, but then she realized doing so might inadvertently lead Batgirl to make the connection between the handcuffs and her position as a law woman.
‘Let’s repurpose those ropes,’ Ashleigh thought to herself. Using Catwoman’s restraints, Ashleigh tied Batgirl to her bedposts. The superheroine’s arms were stretched out over her head and her legs were spread wide.
Though her house was on the outskirts of Gotham and her neighbors probably would not hear anything from inside her house, Ashleigh was not about to take any chances. And besides, a shouting Batgirl would take away from the pleasure she had in mind. Rummaging through a special compartment in her bedroom closet, Ashleigh found an appropriate ball gag to use on the helpless heroine. She placed the ball in Batgirl’s mouth and snapped it into place.
Confident that Batgirl was properly restrained, Ashleigh removed her body suit. Though she intended to hide her body beneath the skintight outfit—her six years on the police force had given her several identifiable scars—her desire to feel Batgirl’s body against her skin was overpowering. Wearing only her mask, she stood at the foot of the bed and looked over the helpless heroine. It was time.
Slowly and seductively so as to enjoy every moment, Ashleigh climbed onto the bed and moved on all fours until her body was positioned directly above Batgirl’s. Every so gently, she lowered herself onto the heroine. Her pulse raced as she felt Batgirl’s skin press up against hers. Her breasts smushed up against Batgirl’s gorgeous tits. Ashleigh slipped her hands beneath Batgirl, moving them up and down the heroine’s backside. Then, gripping Batgirl’s ass, she began to grind her body against Batgirl’s.
Ashleigh was already wet as her body slipped up and down on Batgirl. Gripping Batgirl by her cowl, she removed the ball gag from Batgirl’s mouth and pulled the heroine’s face to hers. The taste of Batgirl’s luscious lips were just as she imagined—smooth, sensual and slightly wet. She softly sucked on them, appreciating the delicious sensation of Batgirl’s full lips on hers.
To her delight, she sensed Batgirl gently returning her kiss. A mixture of anxiety and excitement coursed through Ashleigh. How would Batgirl react to her predicament? Was there any truth to the lascivious rumors of Batgirl’s sexual exploits? And if so, would the heroine submit to her?
Straddling Batgirl’s hips, Ashleigh sat back and watched as Batgirl gradually began to regain her senses.
Batgirl’s eyes focused in on a beautiful woman standing over her wearing only a strange sort of bird mask. Despite her drowsy state, Dr. Kinsey’s training helped her instantly assess the situation. She had opened her mouth to ask what the woman wanted with her, but quickly realized the question was pointless. Batgirl knew what anyone who captured her wanted—Batgirl.
Ashleigh placed her index finger on Batgirl’s lips and shushed her. “I only want to pleasure you Batgirl.” And to accentuate the point, Ashleigh slipped a finger into Batgirl’s pussy as she lowered herself back down on the heroine’s naked body and locked lips with her.
Batgirl quickly warmed up to Ashleigh’s advances—confirming the detective’s enthusiastic hope that the rumors of Batgirl’s lustful promiscuity were true—and the heroine soon returned Ashleigh’s sexual attention. After bringing Batgirl to climax, Ashleigh straddled Batgirl’s face and lowered her pussy into Batgirl’s waiting lips. She proceeded to face-fuck Batgirl, and Batgirl proceeded to give Ashleigh the best oral sex she had ever received.
Over the course of the next few hours, Batgirl was treated to Ashleigh’s attentive sexual desires. Ashleigh had a number of different sexual devices in her special closet compartment, and each was used on the helpless heroine. But Ashleigh started slowly. Each step was deliberate; every moment with Batgirl needed to be savored—gradually yet inexorably moving Batgirl to climax was a process to be thoroughly enjoyed.
Batgirl deeply appreciated the process. Initially she had anticipated some rough sex, which was how things usually went when she found herself bound and helpless. But this occasional was a welcome aberration. The way Ashleigh slathered a sweet-smelling erotic oil all over her body tantalized the young heroine. Slick fingers slipped along every part of Batgirl’s body. Ashleigh’s touch, along with the subtle scent of jasmine mixed with a hint of vanilla, brought Batgirl to a heightened state of arousal.
Batgirl enjoyed the way Ashleigh’s tongue slipped over her throbbing pussy, which made being fucked by Ashleigh—wearing a strap-on—a delicious contrast: the sleek and slippery tongue served as a sensual precursor to the huge and hard rod shoved deep inside her pussy.
And the heroine found intense pleasure in the way Ashleigh tickled her ass while sucking on her pussy. She was reminded of the first time she had been fucked in the ass. But unlike the experience with Dr. Kinsey, Ashleigh was gentle as she used her fingers to tickle and tease the heroine: her fingers lightly touched and caressed the erogenous area without yet pressing into the heroine’s ass. She waited until Batgirl was panting in the throws of sexual passion before shoving a finger up Batgirl’s ass. And just as Batgirl had experienced in Dr. Kinsey’s office, the heroine found her climax extended by the erotic sensation of her ass being penetrated.
But Ashleigh wanted some rough sex too. Her years as a detective had hardened her, and though she still had a sensitive side, Ashleigh had an edge to her that occasionally manifested itself in her sex life. As she straddled Batgirl, Ashleigh let herself tap into some repressed feelings—including her annoyance for Batgirl never reaching out to her after giving the heroine her card in the hotel—and proceeded to forcefully fuck Batgirl. But whereas a civilian woman would have been taken aback by Ashleigh’s aggressiveness, Batgirl embraced it. Ashleigh had given the superheroine the soft and gentle side of her, which served to awaken Batgirl’s lust for something hard and rough. And what Ashleigh gave Batgirl was indeed hard and rough: Batgirl climaxed multiple times as Ashleigh pounded her pussy with aggression.
It was a little after 4:30 AM when Ashleigh finally rolled off of Batgirl and got up from the bed in sexual satisfaction. The night had been as erotic and thrilling as she had hoped, but now the heroine had to be returned to the docks before sunup.
“I’m going to turn you loose where I found you,” Ashleigh told Batgirl. “I just have to blindfold you before we leave.”
Batgirl complied with the masked woman. She had used Dr. Kinsey’s teachings to allow herself the sensual indulgence of her captors’ sexual advances. And this woman had been quite attentive to her desires, more than most of her captors. With the promise of being released, Batgirl felt no need to resist the woman. Nonetheless, she kept her mind focused on determining the identity of this devious deviant. Despite the pleasure she had received, Batgirl was still bothered by someone rendering her into a helpless captive.
Naked and blindfolded, Batgirl was kept in her bonds and led to a vehicle. Ashleigh laid her out on the backseat, double-checking once more to make certain Batgirl’s bonds were tight. Then she got in the car and began to make her way back towards the Gotham Harbor.
Ashleigh took a circuitous route to the harbor. She anticipated Batgirl would be charting the course, and a direct route to the harbor would give the vigilante detective a good idea as to where she had been kept for the night. Batgirl tried to pay attention to the route, but her body—still slick with Ashleigh’s erotic oil—kept sliding all over the back seat. After 15 minutes, Batgirl gave up on trying and resigned herself to waiting to arrive at their destination.
Ashleigh was true to her word. After taking a circuitous route, the detective left the gagged, restrained and blindfolded Batgirl at the Gotham Harbor.
“I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I’m sure you can free yourself fairly easily. I just can’t take any risks with you Bat-babe.”
And Ashleigh was right. It was the matter of a few minutes for Batgirl to free herself and remove her blindfold. The sun was just barely coming up over Gotham’s skyline. Barbara shivered as she quickly pulled on her Batgirl costume. Despite the lavish sexual attention from Ashleigh, Batgirl felt herself aroused yet again by the sensation of her skintight costume slipping against her slick body—the erotic oil covering her body caused the rubbery material to slide every-so-slightly over her body. The sensation was almost overwhelming for the heroine. Whenever she moved, the vibrations of the rubbery material against her body caused her intense arousal. Thankfully, the cold and damp morning air was invigorating, and Batgirl was able to remain somewhat focused on getting to the Batcycle and making her way back to her apartment. Nonetheless, she could not help cumming inside her costume as she slid her crotch up and down the motorcycle seat—enjoying the sweet sensation of the slick costume pressing against her womanhood—on her ride home.
* * *
With some effort, Detective Kaine was able to drag the knocked out superheroine from her car to her bed. It was a surreal scene: the beautiful Batgirl lying prone on her bed, tied up and unable to resist any of Ashleigh advances. Her pulse was racing as she stood beside the bed and moved her hands over the skintight material hugging Batgirl’s curvaceous body. There was so much she wanted to do to Batgirl. It had been almost a year since she had rescued Batgirl from the clutches of that depraved photographer, but the image of the bound and gagged superheroine was as vivid now as it was when she first entered that hotel room. This time, Batgirl was bound and gagged for her pleasure!
Ashleigh changed out of her work outfit and into a tight black body suit. She carefully placed an ornate, unique-looking mask over her face.
Though she had been a detective for six years, Ashleigh had to be objective about the situation. Batgirl had a growing reputation of being a brilliant detective; wearing a mask and disguising her voice may not be enough to prevent the superheroine from uncovering her identity. The excitement of having the superheroine as her sexual plaything could easily cause her to slip, to make a critical mistake. A contingency plan would be necessary before she could indulge in her deviance.
There was one definitive way to insure Batgirl would never come after her.
Ashleigh stood over the unconscious and restrained superheroine, and with a thrill of excitement, she removed her sports bra from Batgirl’s mouth and pulled back Batgirl’s mask!
‘Whoa! This might be a problem.’ Ashleigh stared at the face of her boss’ daughter, the beautiful Barbara Gordon. Did he know about his daughter’s role as a masked vigilante?! Giving the matter some thought, Ashleigh concluded Commissioner Gordon had to be unaware of his daughter’s nocturnal activities—there was no way he could be okay with his daughter putting herself at risk on a regular basis. And then there was that Penthouse spread. ‘No way her old man would be okay with that!’
Confident in a lack of reprisals for her forthcoming actions, Ashleigh unbuckled Batgirl’s utility belt and tossed it aside. Then she removed Batgirl’s bondage and spread out the heroine on her bed.
‘I need to see all of her first,’ Ashleigh thought to herself. The Penthouse spread was quite revealing, but she wanted to see every last part of Batgirl. After removing Batgirl’s boots and gloves, Ashleigh licked her lips in anticipation of what she was about to do. The superheroine let out a few light moans but remained comatose as Ashleigh peeled off Batgirl’s tight pants and removed her top. She was fairly surprised to see Batgirl was not wearing any underwear beneath her skintight costume.
The beautiful Barbara Gordon lay stripped and helpless on the satin sheets of the queen-sized bed.
Ashleigh stared in deep appreciation at the naked and unconscious Barbara Gordon. The young superheroine was stunningly beautiful, and under different circumstances Ashleigh would be all over her. But Ashleigh wanted Batgirl, not Barbara. After taking a series of photographs on her iPhone, Ashleigh picked up Batgirl’s mask. She pulled it back over Barbara’s face and adjusted it until it was snugly back in place. Next she put Batgirl’s boots and gloves back on.
Ashleigh licked her lips in anticipation. ‘That’s the Batgirl I want.’
Before she could play with her, Batgirl needed to be properly restrained. At first Ashleigh thought of using her handcuffs, but then she realized doing so might inadvertently lead Batgirl to make the connection between the handcuffs and her position as a law woman.
‘Let’s repurpose those ropes,’ Ashleigh thought to herself. Using Catwoman’s restraints, Ashleigh tied Batgirl to her bedposts. The superheroine’s arms were stretched out over her head and her legs were spread wide.
Though her house was on the outskirts of Gotham and her neighbors probably would not hear anything from inside her house, Ashleigh was not about to take any chances. And besides, a shouting Batgirl would take away from the pleasure she had in mind. Rummaging through a special compartment in her bedroom closet, Ashleigh found an appropriate ball gag to use on the helpless heroine. She placed the ball in Batgirl’s mouth and snapped it into place.
Confident that Batgirl was properly restrained, Ashleigh removed her body suit. Though she intended to hide her body beneath the skintight outfit—her six years on the police force had given her several identifiable scars—her desire to feel Batgirl’s body against her skin was overpowering. Wearing only her mask, she stood at the foot of the bed and looked over the helpless heroine. It was time.
Slowly and seductively so as to enjoy every moment, Ashleigh climbed onto the bed and moved on all fours until her body was positioned directly above Batgirl’s. Every so gently, she lowered herself onto the heroine. Her pulse raced as she felt Batgirl’s skin press up against hers. Her breasts smushed up against Batgirl’s gorgeous tits. Ashleigh slipped her hands beneath Batgirl, moving them up and down the heroine’s backside. Then, gripping Batgirl’s ass, she began to grind her body against Batgirl’s.
Ashleigh was already wet as her body slipped up and down on Batgirl. Gripping Batgirl by her cowl, she removed the ball gag from Batgirl’s mouth and pulled the heroine’s face to hers. The taste of Batgirl’s luscious lips were just as she imagined—smooth, sensual and slightly wet. She softly sucked on them, appreciating the delicious sensation of Batgirl’s full lips on hers.
To her delight, she sensed Batgirl gently returning her kiss. A mixture of anxiety and excitement coursed through Ashleigh. How would Batgirl react to her predicament? Was there any truth to the lascivious rumors of Batgirl’s sexual exploits? And if so, would the heroine submit to her?
Straddling Batgirl’s hips, Ashleigh sat back and watched as Batgirl gradually began to regain her senses.
Batgirl’s eyes focused in on a beautiful woman standing over her wearing only a strange sort of bird mask. Despite her drowsy state, Dr. Kinsey’s training helped her instantly assess the situation. She had opened her mouth to ask what the woman wanted with her, but quickly realized the question was pointless. Batgirl knew what anyone who captured her wanted—Batgirl.
Ashleigh placed her index finger on Batgirl’s lips and shushed her. “I only want to pleasure you Batgirl.” And to accentuate the point, Ashleigh slipped a finger into Batgirl’s pussy as she lowered herself back down on the heroine’s naked body and locked lips with her.
Batgirl quickly warmed up to Ashleigh’s advances—confirming the detective’s enthusiastic hope that the rumors of Batgirl’s lustful promiscuity were true—and the heroine soon returned Ashleigh’s sexual attention. After bringing Batgirl to climax, Ashleigh straddled Batgirl’s face and lowered her pussy into Batgirl’s waiting lips. She proceeded to face-fuck Batgirl, and Batgirl proceeded to give Ashleigh the best oral sex she had ever received.
Over the course of the next few hours, Batgirl was treated to Ashleigh’s attentive sexual desires. Ashleigh had a number of different sexual devices in her special closet compartment, and each was used on the helpless heroine. But Ashleigh started slowly. Each step was deliberate; every moment with Batgirl needed to be savored—gradually yet inexorably moving Batgirl to climax was a process to be thoroughly enjoyed.
Batgirl deeply appreciated the process. Initially she had anticipated some rough sex, which was how things usually went when she found herself bound and helpless. But this occasional was a welcome aberration. The way Ashleigh slathered a sweet-smelling erotic oil all over her body tantalized the young heroine. Slick fingers slipped along every part of Batgirl’s body. Ashleigh’s touch, along with the subtle scent of jasmine mixed with a hint of vanilla, brought Batgirl to a heightened state of arousal.
Batgirl enjoyed the way Ashleigh’s tongue slipped over her throbbing pussy, which made being fucked by Ashleigh—wearing a strap-on—a delicious contrast: the sleek and slippery tongue served as a sensual precursor to the huge and hard rod shoved deep inside her pussy.
And the heroine found intense pleasure in the way Ashleigh tickled her ass while sucking on her pussy. She was reminded of the first time she had been fucked in the ass. But unlike the experience with Dr. Kinsey, Ashleigh was gentle as she used her fingers to tickle and tease the heroine: her fingers lightly touched and caressed the erogenous area without yet pressing into the heroine’s ass. She waited until Batgirl was panting in the throws of sexual passion before shoving a finger up Batgirl’s ass. And just as Batgirl had experienced in Dr. Kinsey’s office, the heroine found her climax extended by the erotic sensation of her ass being penetrated.
But Ashleigh wanted some rough sex too. Her years as a detective had hardened her, and though she still had a sensitive side, Ashleigh had an edge to her that occasionally manifested itself in her sex life. As she straddled Batgirl, Ashleigh let herself tap into some repressed feelings—including her annoyance for Batgirl never reaching out to her after giving the heroine her card in the hotel—and proceeded to forcefully fuck Batgirl. But whereas a civilian woman would have been taken aback by Ashleigh’s aggressiveness, Batgirl embraced it. Ashleigh had given the superheroine the soft and gentle side of her, which served to awaken Batgirl’s lust for something hard and rough. And what Ashleigh gave Batgirl was indeed hard and rough: Batgirl climaxed multiple times as Ashleigh pounded her pussy with aggression.
It was a little after 4:30 AM when Ashleigh finally rolled off of Batgirl and got up from the bed in sexual satisfaction. The night had been as erotic and thrilling as she had hoped, but now the heroine had to be returned to the docks before sunup.
“I’m going to turn you loose where I found you,” Ashleigh told Batgirl. “I just have to blindfold you before we leave.”
Batgirl complied with the masked woman. She had used Dr. Kinsey’s teachings to allow herself the sensual indulgence of her captors’ sexual advances. And this woman had been quite attentive to her desires, more than most of her captors. With the promise of being released, Batgirl felt no need to resist the woman. Nonetheless, she kept her mind focused on determining the identity of this devious deviant. Despite the pleasure she had received, Batgirl was still bothered by someone rendering her into a helpless captive.
Naked and blindfolded, Batgirl was kept in her bonds and led to a vehicle. Ashleigh laid her out on the backseat, double-checking once more to make certain Batgirl’s bonds were tight. Then she got in the car and began to make her way back towards the Gotham Harbor.
Ashleigh took a circuitous route to the harbor. She anticipated Batgirl would be charting the course, and a direct route to the harbor would give the vigilante detective a good idea as to where she had been kept for the night. Batgirl tried to pay attention to the route, but her body—still slick with Ashleigh’s erotic oil—kept sliding all over the back seat. After 15 minutes, Batgirl gave up on trying and resigned herself to waiting to arrive at their destination.
Ashleigh was true to her word. After taking a circuitous route, the detective left the gagged, restrained and blindfolded Batgirl at the Gotham Harbor.
“I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I’m sure you can free yourself fairly easily. I just can’t take any risks with you Bat-babe.”
And Ashleigh was right. It was the matter of a few minutes for Batgirl to free herself and remove her blindfold. The sun was just barely coming up over Gotham’s skyline. Barbara shivered as she quickly pulled on her Batgirl costume. Despite the lavish sexual attention from Ashleigh, Batgirl felt herself aroused yet again by the sensation of her skintight costume slipping against her slick body—the erotic oil covering her body caused the rubbery material to slide every-so-slightly over her body. The sensation was almost overwhelming for the heroine. Whenever she moved, the vibrations of the rubbery material against her body caused her intense arousal. Thankfully, the cold and damp morning air was invigorating, and Batgirl was able to remain somewhat focused on getting to the Batcycle and making her way back to her apartment. Nonetheless, she could not help cumming inside her costume as she slid her crotch up and down the motorcycle seat—enjoying the sweet sensation of the slick costume pressing against her womanhood—on her ride home.
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