YOUR JOB’S A JOKE YOU’RE BROKE YOUR LOVE LIFE’S DOA!

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Batgirl hung from the chains, her legs spread painfully wide, gasping in fright. She normally did not let any enemy see if she was afraid, but this time she could not help it. The cruelty Starburst had shown in torturing the helpless Wonder Woman and Catwoman only offered a taste of what she would endure, and now the sharp blade pressing into her woman's genitals was a very real prelude to her coming suffering.

As she stared down at his hand as it went hidden between her spread legs, she couldn’t actually see him because of the swell of her own heaving breasts within the tightly straining costume blocking her view, but she could clearly see his arousal at what he was doing to her. She knew she was at the mercy of a sexual sadist who got off inflicting pain and worse on helpless women, but seeing the proof tenting his pants filled her with a special kind of dread, a very feminine terror. She’d been beaten before by thugs, but she usually wound up giving as well as she got. This time, she was up against someone who was really going to enjoy it, and the pain he inflicted on her was going to be far more intimate than what she usually endured.

The thought filled her with a poignant terror she knew she had to fight to keep hidden, keep under control, or she and the others were lost! But then he pressed harder, and the point pierced both her uniform and the sensitive flesh within, and she was undone.

She froze in abject terror, unable to breathe as he moved the knife slightly, and she felt the point shift just a bit. Barbara Gordon had never admitted it to anyone in the world, never would admit it, but her deepest fear, her most extreme phobia, was that someone was going to inflict severe damage to her woman's genitals. Reasonable or unreasonable though the fear was, especially in view of the violent life she’d chosen and the counterpoint that not one of her lovers had ever been painful in any way, it remained a source of mindless, extreme terror for her. And having seen the brutal way he’d abused the others, and seeing his hand come away bloody from Catwoman’s still bleeding labia, she knew her horror was now reality, and she was helpless to prevent it!

When the point withdrew about a millimeter, and he started to draw the blade forward, cutting into her costume, Batgirl gasped in unallayed fright! He was not going to cut her woman's genitals, but he was cutting into her crotch, slicing open the material between her thighs. As he grabbed the tight material of her crotch and started to cut forward, already opening it as high as her abdomen, she fought to get her pounding heart under control. But now she was reacting to being violated, to being helpless before a knife wielding madman, to having her costume cut open about her; and she was as terrified as she had been!

But now she felt terror and outrage, but the sickening horror that even now made her head swim and nausea grip her had faded, and with it much of her strength. She couldn’t quell the nausea that even now was threatening to make her head spin in cold sweats and cause her to lose her dinner.

He looked surprised at her smile. He didn’t know how the thought of losing that dinner all over him appealed to her.

Starburst did not know why, in her overwhelming fright, she could smile, but he would quickly wipe it off her face. Cutting up past her breasts, he smiled at the sight of her young, firm mounts. ‘Bat-Girl is right!’ He thought. ‘She must be in her teens! Nice and firm and young. This is going to be Great!’ Taking her heaving breast in his right hand, he held it up and brought his mouth to her nipple. As she watched in helpless terror, he sucked the tiny pink nub between his lips and bit as hard as he could!

Batgirl screamed, arching her back as he pulled her with his teeth, tugging at her as he mercilessly bit her sensitive nipple. Batgirl’s screams reverberated in the stone chamber, and when he finally stopped she sagged down in the chains which held her spread eagled two feet above the floor, groaning as her nipple throbbed with every beat of her pounding heart.

He didn’t stop, but grabbed the spread material of her costume and started to tear it open, perhaps knowing she would be even more humiliated by his ripping the clothing off her. She couldn’t fight him, though she desperately wanted to, as he tore her lycra bodysuit open, shredding it off her body. She wanted to protest, but knew it would do no good, yet it was still humiliating. He ripped her costume until all that was left were her gloves and boots, encased as they were in the shackles, her cowl and cape, and her black silk panties.

When he stepped back to appraise her, she felt like she could feel his eyes stroking her bare body. Left with only the purple cowl and yellow cape, she actually felt even more naked and violated than if he’d only left her with her silk panties.

He reached out to feel their softness, petting her pubes through the material. She only wore silk under her costume; it cost a little more but she always felt she was worth it. But it was never meant to be seen by anyone, just for her personal pleasure and satisfaction. She felt violated that he had found her out so crbumly, and also touched her so casually, so possessively, as if it were his right to do so. “Don’t touch me, you bastard!”

He stopped petting her, and his other fist slammed with brutal force into her sensitive mound of Venus, the pain so intense she actually pulled herself up higher, screaming. She collapsed, unable to sustain it, groaning as the pain surged through her. He went back to stroking her pubes, and she hurt too much to stop him.

But as he stroked her, he turned to Catwoman who hung to his left. “Would you like to go free?” Catwoman looked up slowly, unable to believe her ears. “Would you?”

“Yes…” She whispered, unable to speak aloud. He left Batgirl where she hung and went to her.

“Well, you can.” He reached out, putting his hands on her sliced breasts. At that moment all the clamps holding her upright and spread snapped open, and she started to sag to the floor. But he caught her by her breasts, clamping tightly as she cried out in pain. He held her by this agonizing grip for a few seconds as she writhed weakly in pain, and then he turned, flinging her into the room.

With a shriek, Catwoman tumbled along the stone floor, coming to a stop near Batgirl. She lay face down, groaning, clutching her bare breasts. “Cut her up, and you will go free.”

Batgirl could not believe her ears, but even as she stared at the woman in disbelief Catwoman pushed herself to her feet. “Pet her like I was doing.”

“No, Catwoman! Don’t! Don’t do this! We can fight him!”

Catwoman staggered over to her, catching herself on the wall beside the girl wonder. “No! You can’t make me!” She cried. “You can’t!”

She put her gloved hand on Batgirl, pressing on her panties. “Catwoman, don’t!”

“It’s not me! It’s not!” She drew her hand along Batgirl’s pubes, and the sharp claws sliced furrows in the soft material, digging into Batgirl’s flesh, cutting her as the girl screamed.

“Catwoman, stop! PLEASE! AAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!”

“I’m sorry! It’s not me!” She very slowly drew her claws again across Batgirl’s pubes, slicing the black material to ribbons and cutting into her, pulling at her black fur as the claws dug into her, moving with agonizing slowness, making the girl scream in horrendous pain. She was not digging deep, but the scratches hurt just as much.

Catwoman looked up at her, her eyes imploring. “Batgirl, I swear, it’s not me!” She reached around Batgirl’s hips, and drew her claws slowly along the firm rounded cheeks of the heroine’s bottom. Batgirl cried out, thrusting her hips forward, but unable to escape the torturous claws.

Catwoman did it again, and Batgirl’s pain argued with her rage. How could she do this to her, having been so horribly wounded herself? Batgirl had tried to free her; now if she could she would pay the treacherous woman back in spades!

Suddenly, with a startled cry, Batgirl was free, falling to the floor. Leaping instantly to her feet, she blocked the fatal feline’s swiping blow and rammed her fist into her face!

Catwoman staggered back as Batgirl regained her footing. “All right, ****! You want to play that way, we will. I was trying to help you, but if you don’t back off I’ll knock you into next month!”

“Batgirl, I swear! You have to believe me, I’m not doing this!” She slashed at the masked girl, and Batgirl barely dodged in time to avoid being sliced across her breast. A follow through swing to her face was barely avoided; Batgirl felt the rush of air from the swipe.

Batgirl’s pubes and bum were killing her, and she could feel she was bleeding slightly from the shallow cuts, but she would attend to herself later, after she dealt with this treacherous beauty. Catwoman might have the advantage of height and reach, but if Batgirl could time it right she could get under her guard and –

She didn’t dodge in time, and Catwoman’s claws caught her left shoulder, opening a trio of cuts. “I’m sorry! I can’t help it! It’s not me!”

“Well, this IS me!” She lashed out with her foot, catching Catwoman hard on her wounded, bleeding woman's genitals, making the taller woman shriek as she fell to her knees, clutching herself. She knelt on the ground, sobbing in pain. Batgirl stood before her, feeling a little odd in sliced panties, cowl, cape and gloves, but she was satisfied the fight was over.

“All right, ****. Had enough?”

Catwoman nodded, sobbing brokenly. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to!”

“Sure.”

With the speed of a striking cat, the woman’s hand flashed out and her claws flashed through the shredded panties and clamped deep into Batgirl’s bleeding pubes. Batgirl shrieked, doubling over, and in a murderous rage started punching Catwoman’s thoroughly sliced breasts. She hit her as hard as she could, over and over, both women shrieking in pain as Catwoman pulled at Barbara’s crotch and Batgirl kept slamming her fists as hard as she could into the taller woman’s wounded breasts, blood covering her gloves as barely healed cuts opened in a gory flow.

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