Taking a Bat - Sex Stories

Taking a Bat

The night was dark. Almost darker than one would think possible. I could feel there was something off in the air but I had my mission. It was a mission I gave myself, but still it was mine.

Batman told me to stay in this evening. That there were powers out that I had no chance of handling but when I came upon this lead to capture the Riddler I could not let it go. He is a skinny twerp. No way I can’t take him down.

I’m outside the warehouse my snitches told me he would be in. One single light is on at the second floor. I bet that is where he is coming up with his next diabolical plan. As I scanned the building I saw a window open to the left. It’s about ten feet off the ground. No problem for me.

Taking a running start, my right foot pushed off the wall and I grabbed the window sill. I have to make a change to my costume. Trying to run in these heeled boots is a pain, but Batman always says it gives me an opposing look. I just think the old man is creeping how good it makes my legs look. I pull myself into the window and land almost in silence. Just a small click of those damn heels.

I’m halfway up the stairs to the second floor. Moving silently I take the next set quickly. The doorway was open just enough for me to fit my body through. The room was not large. In the middle was a big wooden table with posts leading to the ceiling. All over the structure were metal hooks. To the left was a table full of, was that sex toys. What the hell did I walk into?

A sharp ...

... pain in my neck and then hands wrapping around me. My world was getting groggy. I heard the deep booming voice say, “I see you got my invitation.” Then my world went black.

It is always a weird feeling waking up not knowing where you are. This is starting to be a theme for me. Of course my arms and legs are tied to the table. How predictable? What is new is that my costume has been completely removed, all except my mask and boots. “What the fuck,” I tried to scream but that is when I noticed that my mouth was filled with a ball gag.

I lifted my head off the table to see what was wrapped around my skin. Rope, lots of rope. Purple and yellow. My chest wrapped into a harness tying my tits tight. The rope continued down my body. Around my legs and arms. I noticed that these ties were what was holding me in place.

Fuck, what did you get yourself into Batgirl. Who is going to get you out of this one? But do I want to? Damn girl, stop thinking like that. This can be big trouble. But fuck it was hot.

At that moment the click of boots on the concrete floor let me know that there was someone else in the room. He made his way to my side and I knew before I saw his face it was the Riddler. The green gave it away, but he changed. His frame was thicker. The black and green jacket is tight on his frame. He leaned in over me. Our eyes met and I knew I was fucked.

He pulled back but his fingers on his right hand traced along my roped skin. “Looks like the lady bat got herself ...