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machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
Batgirl mentally cursed in frustration. She should've expected Damien to do something like that. Even the Damien she'd known, the Damien that had been Bruce's son through and through, wouldn't have hesitated before going to extreme means in order to get what he wanted. Batgirl's brain had just become foggy, thinking increasingly difficult. While she could pretend that the various devices shoved into her two most sensitive holes weren't affecting her, even Batgirl knew that was something of a lie. Each movement she made pushed the toys around, sometimes making them move against one another. She couldn't remove them if she tried, and she had little doubt that Damien had plans to increase their bothersome potential.
That bang though. Had he killed someone, actually killed someone? Or was he fucking with Batigirl's still foggy mind. He mentioned taking out thugs, well, that had been done before. It irked Batgirl to be that cold, that calculating. But Red Hood had killed on the streets of Gotham before; Huntress had before the Bat family had really cracked down on her. There had been killers stalking these streets long before the Bat and there would be long after the Bat. It was far more important that Batgirl keep a big picture mindset about this.
She needed to get free of Damien's control, ideally free even of Gotham. There were allies, other superheroes who could no doubt help. Batgirl hardly thought that Damien could handle some of the League's remaining heavy hitters, and several would be all over him as soon as they found out what he'd done to Batgirl...
But first, she needed to find a way to reach them... She licked her lips, fiddling with the communicator Damien had left her. If she could hook that up to something larger, something that could broadcast a wider signal, make some noise...
The Wayne Tower. Batgirl turned, not saying anything, wanting to keep her motives as secret as possible. Damien would know; she knew he would know, but she'd be damned if she jumped through any more of his hoops. Without saying a word, Batgirl began charging, heading toward the tower. Each step made the devices within rub against each other, stretching and moving about Batgirl's still tight sex. she clenched her interior muscles, locking about them, keeping a strange balance between relaxed and tensed. She needed to get to the tower in a hurry, but Batgirl knew this city well, and she intended to put that to the use now.
as she moved, Barbara said a silent prayer to whatever thugs were losing their lives. She needed to think of the big picture, the big picture...
That bang though. Had he killed someone, actually killed someone? Or was he fucking with Batigirl's still foggy mind. He mentioned taking out thugs, well, that had been done before. It irked Batgirl to be that cold, that calculating. But Red Hood had killed on the streets of Gotham before; Huntress had before the Bat family had really cracked down on her. There had been killers stalking these streets long before the Bat and there would be long after the Bat. It was far more important that Batgirl keep a big picture mindset about this.
She needed to get free of Damien's control, ideally free even of Gotham. There were allies, other superheroes who could no doubt help. Batgirl hardly thought that Damien could handle some of the League's remaining heavy hitters, and several would be all over him as soon as they found out what he'd done to Batgirl...
But first, she needed to find a way to reach them... She licked her lips, fiddling with the communicator Damien had left her. If she could hook that up to something larger, something that could broadcast a wider signal, make some noise...
The Wayne Tower. Batgirl turned, not saying anything, wanting to keep her motives as secret as possible. Damien would know; she knew he would know, but she'd be damned if she jumped through any more of his hoops. Without saying a word, Batgirl began charging, heading toward the tower. Each step made the devices within rub against each other, stretching and moving about Batgirl's still tight sex. she clenched her interior muscles, locking about them, keeping a strange balance between relaxed and tensed. She needed to get to the tower in a hurry, but Batgirl knew this city well, and she intended to put that to the use now.
as she moved, Barbara said a silent prayer to whatever thugs were losing their lives. She needed to think of the big picture, the big picture...