Batgirl + Penguin

She should have known.

Gotham City was a perverted city. It always has been. Even when she was a bit younger, too young to know what perversion was, Batgirl perfectly knew Gotham City was a place with no honour and only straight darkness.

“Barbara, what is it? You don’t look so good?” Oswald Cobblepot asked her behind his desk made of glass.

“And you are asking me why?” she said. On the other side of the desk, Barbara Gordon was there. Sitting on a luxurious chair. Not wearing her Batgirl suit, simply wearing her normal college uniform, the prestigious Gotham Academy, which constituted of a black and yellow jacket, a white shirt underneath it, a yellow tie, a black and yellow ultra-mini skirt. The skirt was way too low-cut for a student. The uniform also came complete with a pair of yellow stockings and sexy black high-heeled shoes. She was also wearing thick, nerdy-looking rectangular, black-framed glasses.

“I love asking other people’s opinions. It’s in my nature,” he replied to her.

“I don’t understand. Why do you think I won’t tell my boss about this and about what you did with Edward?” she asked him the fat son of a bitch in front of her. Intimated, but still trying to intimate him at the same time. If The Bat taught her something useful was that intimidating nearly always worked in getting out of horrible situations like this one. Yet, it hadn’t worked up until now for some reason.

“I trust you,” Oswald told her.

“You shouldn’t trust a vigilante. I’m well-placed to know what I’m talking about.”

“Um, how interesting. You say: Don’t trust vigilantes. Yet, I’m sitting here, telling you: Trust criminals instead.”

“Criminals are worse than vigilantes. You are making no sense. I would never trust you, Oswald. Do you hear me?”

“Oh, but you are going to have to, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” she immediately told him.

“Okay. Okay. It might come as a shock to you, Barbara, but I am what I call: An honourable criminal,” he told her.

“There is no such thing, Oswald. It doesn’t exist.”

“Oh, but it does. I am the living proof of it. Here’s how I will be honourable to you and how you are going to be able to trust me: I won’t reveal your secret. Your secret identity will be protected by me. I can guarantee you that. As long as you don’t say anything to The Bat. For the time being, of course. Something happens to me, by you, The Dark Knight, by someone else, your secret comes out, and I’m sure your father, the commissioner will be delighted to hear the truth in the news,” Oswald carefully explained to her.

“That’s all?” she asked him, surprised.

“No. That’s not all.”

“I thought so,” she said, replacing her giant glasses.

“There is one more thing: I want you to become my personal whore,” she seriously revealed and announced to her.

“Your what?” she asked him, completely shocked this time.

“I believe you correctly heard me, but in the case that you didn’t, you will be my whore. My cum dumpster. Not Barbara Gordon. I don’t care about her. I care about Batgirl. The symbol that she represents. The exciting sex symbol that she is. Batgirl is mine now,” he explained to her, almost pretending like Barbara Gordon and Batgirl weren’t the same people. This was part of his fetish.

“So, this is not a fair deal at all.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is blackmail. You are blackmailing me.”

“You can think of it that if you want, but honestly, this is rather more of a quality of life thing.”

“Quality of life?” she asked him.

“You make me happy by giving me Batgirl. I make you happy by keeping your secret, well, secret,” he said to her.

“Sure. I get that part. But how much do I have to do to make you happy, Mr. Cobblepot?” she asked him, managing to be polite at mostly all-time with him no matter what. Playing the game. Playing her role in this to keep him under control as much as possible. She was doing his best with him.

“You are about to see in no time, my dear.”

“The only thing I keep thinking about is the fact that you don’t have a lot on me. Sure, you do know my secret identity, but is that all? I mean, I don’t truly care about all of this. I don’t care if you tell the truth about me to the world. I’m sure my father will still be proud of me. He’ll still love me. I’m not worried about that part. Plus, you are well-known to be a liar in the media. How many people are truly going to believe you, Mr. Cobblepot?” she asked him, making a fair point.

“I will show you,” Oswald then clicked on a button underneath his desk. It turned on a huge screen to her right. The monitor showed footage of Batgirl at the bank, getting fucked by The Penguin and The Riddler. Hardcore style. It also showed footage of her at Oswald’s club, getting banged up as well. The screen was split in two, showing the two moments.

“Damn,” she whispered.

“I don’t know, on this footage, you seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a lot. You don’t look like you are being forced at all to me,” Oswald said as we could hear Batgirl moaning like a dirty whore.

“Oh, yeah, give me more, more, more, more,” Batgirl said in the footage. Fully into it. Completely aroused.

“Are you sure your daddy is still going to love you so much after seeing this?” Oswald asked her, smiling.

“Okay. You got it. You won. What do you want me to do first as your personal whore?” she nervously asked him.

“Good, I like hearing that. Well, first off, I don’t want to reveal your identity to the world because quite frankly, I prefer ‘dating’,” he made quotation marks with his fingers, “Bat whore rather than a normal person. I’m sure you understand that. So, the first thing for me is going to be to revamp your costume.”

“You? You are going to make adjustments to my suit?”

“I am,” Oswald told her with lots of confidence.

“Very well. When do we begin then?” she asked him.

“Now,” once again with a tremendous amount of confidence, Oswald Cobblepot spoke up. He stood up in the room. Circled around his desk made of glass and walked toward her. She blushed. Barbara didn’t know what he was going to do to her next. She knew about the adjustment to her suit, but how was that going to be made was something else entirely.

“Where are we going?” she asked him.

“The dressing room,” he replied to her.

***

The next moment, Barbara Gordon had been transported to the dressing room Oswald recently told her about. There were a total of three people in the room. There were Barbara, Oswald, and one of his men, his couturier who did everything for his boss concerning his wardrobe which was something incredibly important to him.

The two men were taking a look at Barbara as she was forced to stand in the middle of the room on some kind of stage. Which simply looked like a stripper’s stage, to be honest. Even though she was still left to be wearing her entire Gotham Academy uniform, she blushed more than ever up on that stage.

“Alright. Let’s see what we are working with here,” Oswald’s couturier said to her.

“What does that mean?” Barbara asked them both.

“It means you need to strip off now, sweetheart. Remove all of your clothes and show Louis what he is working with today,” Oswald told her.

“Okay,” she blushed even more. Her cheeks were on fire as she began undressing for both of them.

“And do it slowly, too, sweetheart,” Oswald told her.

“Sure,” then, Barbara, without saying another word, slowly took her uniform off, bit by bit, beginning with her jacket, her tie, her white shirt, and then finally her ultra-mini skirt. Ultimately, she was left into her sexy black laced underwear. She only had her brassiere, her panties, her stockings, and her high-heels on.

“Everything. You have to take everything off,” Louis, the couturier said to her.

“You heard the man? Everything, darling,” Oswald encouraged her as he was seen smoking with his pipe.

“Alright. Understood,” then, the redhead slowly took off her brassiere, therefore, revealing her big tits to both of them. She took her panties off as well. Then, the heels and the stockings. She was finally entirely naked, Louis could truly get to work. Meanwhile, Oswald sat back and watched while rubbing himself off through his fancy pants.

“I know exactly what to do,” Louis said.

“Go to work, then. I know you got this,” Oswald encouraged him as well

Flash forward!

When he was done with her, Barbara had received a new Batgirl’s suit. This one was a lot less armoured and protective than the one The Batman had for her. This one was more or less a funny parody of her real suit. The stripper’s version of her outfit for fighting crimes. She was still standing in the middle of the stage when Louis was officially done with her. She looked down at her own new costume and saw completely different boots. This time, she had sexy yellow high-heeled calf boots. High black stockings. A black leather skirt even shorter than the one she had before with her Gotham Academy uniform. So short in fact that we could see the new pair of underwear Louis had made of her underneath her skirt even without lifting it or anything. The new underwear was a yellow, see-through thong. Yes, we could see her freshly shaved pussy through it. The bat symbol could be seen right in front of the see-through thong. Then, a bit higher, Batgirl had a set constituting of two pasties. These were the only things she had on as far as a top was concerned. The two pasties, which were barely covering her thick nipples and her wide areolae, had both been sculpted in the shape of the bat symbol. One bat symbol for each of her nipples. Yellow bat symbols. Louis had made new yellow gauntlets for her. A black and yellow cape. A short one that didn’t go too far past the middle of her back. And then, finally, she had a new cowl, a leather black cowl with long and high pointy ears. Underneath the mask portion of the cowl, Louis had added dark makeup around her eyes. Replicating the same general thing The Dark Knight and all of his followers did as well with their cowls/masks, including Batgirl. Giving her a much mysterious and sexy aura. Seeing how she was dressed, Batgirl blushed again. Then, in the close distance, Oswald clapped his hands.

“Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Louis, you’ve outdone yourself again.”

“Thank you, boss.”

“Thank you!”

“You like this?” Batgirl asked Oswald.

“Yes, of course!”

“What am I not surprised? What do you want me to do now?” she asked him.

“Why don’t you come over here?” he asked her.

She accepted.

She jumped off the stripper’s stage to slowly and sensually walked up to him. Accidentally swinging her hips from side to side as she did, turning him even more that way.

“Okay?” she stopped right in front of him.

“How does it make you feel to be wearing this?”

“Strange. To say the least,” she replied to him.

“I truly hope you are going to enjoy spending more time with me. I’d really love us to become friends over time.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked him. Then, she was quickly answered with him suddenly caressing her big butt underneath the ultra-mini skirt. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“I’d even go as far as saying that I would love for us to be in some kind of relationship together.”

“With you?”

“Am I a fool for beginning to fall in love with you, Batgirl?” he asked him.

“I have no idea where you are heading like this.”

“Please sit on my laps.”

“What?”

“Sit on my laps darling.”

“Okay,” she did it. Not too long after she sat on his lap, he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips but inserted his tongue inside of her pretty mouth nearly right away.