Finally Catwoman released her clawed grip on Batgirl, sagging to the floor, sobbing and writhing in agony, clutching her bleeding breasts. Batgirl stood over her, her chest heaving, covering her own wounded crotch with her hands. She stared down at the crying woman, unable to believe her eyes.

Unexpectedly, she heard a clapping sound from her left, and was as surprised as she could be that in her confrontation with Catwoman she had forgotten her tormentor and captor. “Beautiful.” He exclaimed, still applauding with sarcastic slow rhythm, stepping to the other side of the sobbing woman. “Just as well as I might myself.”

Batgirl looked down, seeing the helpless woman laying at her feet, writhing in pain, the blood flowing between her fingers from her wounded breasts. Batgirl raised her hands. Though her palms were stained with the blood that had seeped through the shreds of her panties from the shallow cuts on her pubic mound, the backs of her hands were covered with red blood which dripped with horrible slowness onto the floor. She couldn’t believe how much blood there was on her hands; or that she had done it.

Looking up, she tried to charge across the broken woman’s body, but she couldn’t move. Stunned, she tried again, but did not move a muscle.

“Yes, Batgirl.” He said with a malicious smile, having seen the change in her eyes. “Now you begin to understand. She couldn’t help herself. She was not in control of herself; I was. However, I didn’t help you beat the hell out of her mammary glands.”

She could only look down with her eyes, not even moving her head, and the guilt she felt was overwhelming. He was right. She’d beaten a wounded, helpless woman all on her own. Normally she had more control over herself, but this…

Catwoman turned on her side, toward her, looking up through tear-filled eyes. “Please. Help me.” She gasped; the sound horrible. “I think … I think I’m …”

Batgirl balanced herself on her left foot, her right boot coming up of its own accord, and though she tried to resist Batgirl brought her foot up, and stamped down with all her might on Catwoman’s breasts, stomping them into the stone floor!

Catwoman shrieked; arching her back as Batgirl crushed her breasts despite her efforts to stop. The girl wonder fought with all her might to stop, but instead she pressed down even harder, grinding the woman’s bleeding breasts as she screeched on and on in one long soul searing scream of ultimate torment.

Selena lay still, driven to unconsciousness by the intensity of the agony as Batgirl stepped back, staring down in horror at what was left of the beaten woman. Unable to move, Batgirl found that she was able to speak, and launched into a vicious tirade. “You sick, perverted bastard! You miserable ****! Look what you’ve done!”

“What I’ve done?” He asked with a mocking smile. “You’re the one who smashed her mammary glands to pulp.”

If Batgirl could have, she would have launched herself at the man, giving vent to her murderous fury. But as it was, she suddenly found herself as silenced as she had been before, able to think of the worst invectives she could dredge up, but able to do no more than stand quietly before the sadistic monster. He reached down and grabbed one of Catwoman’s ankles, dragging the unconscious woman along the stone floor. Selena’s body left a horrible trail of blood in its wake.

Dragging her back to the right wall where she had stood, Starburst attached one of the shackles to her right ankle. Touching a concealed remote control in his pocket, he caused the chain to retract into the ceiling, pulling Catwoman’s leg up with it.

It continued to rise, pulling the woman up, her right leg lifted and her body, awkwardly upside-down in a most painful position, her legs spread wide and bloody, torn labia in full, horrible view. As her body was inverted, her bleeding breasts and crotch started marking a slow trail of red horror up her body, along her stomach and chest toward her face. Batgirl could only stare in horrified sympathy as Catwoman’s tortured and abused body was hung from the ceiling like some perverted hunting prize, drops of blood even now rising up past her cheeks.

Starburst stood looking at the poor woman, admiring his handiwork. He turned to look at the cowled & caped girl. “Beautiful, isn’t she? Just the perfect way a woman should be. Helpless, naked, beaten, bloody & suffering, all in one package.” He turned toward her. “But I was just warming up with her. What I’ve got in mind for you will be really spectacular!”

Barbara Gordon felt her blood turn to ice as she contemplated just what horrors lay in store for her, helpless as she was at the mercy of this sadistic monster.

He came toward her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small cardboard box. “I think I’ll leave your mask and cape on; more interesting that way. Besides, I adore redheads too much to remove what is so obviously a wig.” He stroked her crotch with his fingertips. The black silk fragments she wore did nothing to conceal her jet black pubic fur. He looked closely at it, an expression of curiosity on his face. Batgirl felt herself blushing, knowing what he’d found.

Starburst tore at the last fragments of the black silk, the light pieces drifting to the floor as he got a good look at her, and she blushed in even deeper shame. A few weeks ago, in a playful mood, she had taken it into her mind to trim her dark fur into the shape of a Bat!

It had been a private thing; she never anticipated anyone seeing it; and if sometime her pbumions got the better of her, she could always explain it as an infatuation with Batman. But for this monster to see what to her was a very private, if humorous, indulgence was more than she could bear. He looked up at her, and Batgirl felt herself blushing even redder, her face hot behind her mask. Somehow, she felt even more violated than she had when he’d ripped off her costume, or sucked on and bitten her nipple. The smirk on his face was far removed from the pbumionate smile she’d imagined a lover to favor her with on making the discovery.

He started to pet her fur. “Good little bat-woman's genitals.” He said with a mocking smile, her embarrbumment turning to rage, though she could give no expression to any of it. She stood there, apparently placid and calm, while he mocked her as he petted her pubis. “This is going to be ever so much fun!”

He stopped petting her, a relief she was momentarily grateful for, until he opened the small cardboard box in his hand, and when she looked down, only able to move her eyes, the blood drained from her face.

Pins

Batgirl, standing nude save for her cowl, cape, gloves and boots, stared with mounting horror at the contents of the cardboard box that Starburst held so casually in his hand, knowing deep in her soul what tortures he had planned for her. She couldn’t move anything but her eyes, but she was sure that, when the time came, he would not deprive himself of her screaming.

The box gleamed with the silver of over a hundred small pins, each about an inch and a half long, the type she’d used hundreds of times in securing fabric for her sewing. But this time she knew they were not going to be used in hemming a dress!

He pulled one out, holding it before her eyes, moving it slightly as the lights gleamed up and down its surface. “Beautiful, aren’t they? Do you sew? Ever prick your finger on one?”

“Yes.” She gasped, surprised that she could answer. She couldn’t move, but he’d released control of her voice. She knew it was so he could hear her fear and pain, but aside from trying to fight it, there was no way to stop him. He put his hand under her left breast, and slowly brought the gleaming metal downward.

She was able to look down as he brought the pin down, the point dimpling her breast slightly. The pain was sharp and immediate, and she gasped, trying to hold back. But then she remembered something Batman had told her. ‘When all things are hopeless’, he’d said, ‘it does little good to try to put up a brave front. When there is nothing that can be done to halt the pain, you have to decide if being stoic or letting go is the best way. There’s no point in being stoic when you have only one relief.’

The pin punctured her breast, and Batgirl cried out. He slowly pushed it down and down as she stood gasping, the sharp pain too intense to hide. Groaning and giving little cries of torment, she watched him push the needle in deeper and deeper, until all of it was buried in her breast!

He stopped, just holding her breast as her chest heaved and she tried with gasping cries to endure, to adjust to, the sharp pain. She felt the metal deep into her breast, and every breath, every movement, brought new depths of pain. But she was unable to fight it; the pain was so intense it forced her to these shallow gasps, the cries and moans as her breast was violated so deeply.

He cupped her right breast, bringing another pin down, choosing just the right spot and pricking her sensitive flesh. He started to press down, and Batgirl bit back a scream, trying hard not to give him the satisfaction as the pain in her left breast was doubled in her right! He pressed harder into her heaving breast, pushing until the pin was deeply imbedded in her firm girl flesh.

Only the rounded silver tips of the pins were visible, resting on her creamy flesh, and he held her left breast again, bringing another pin to a new spot. Batgirl squealed in pain as the sharp point punctured her breast, digging in. It pierced one of her mammary glands and this time Batgirl did scream, long and loud. She was still screaming as another pin was pushed into her right breast, just to the side of her nipple!

Blinking back tears, Batgirl looked down in time to see him put another pin to her left breast, and every time she took a breath her tit was pricked by the motionless point. He was playing with her, and there was no way she could stop him! He pressed the pin into her with merciless slowness, letting her feel every millimeter.

He brought one up under her right breast, pushing up, the weight of her own breast working against her as he pressed up, and Batgirl sobbed as it pierced her, digging deep into her firm mound.

Batgirl felt her head spinning, realizing she was hyperventilating from the intense pain and fear, and bit her lips in an effort to stop. She didn’t dare pbum out! But she couldn’t hold back the moan as he pressed yet another sharp pin into her breast, working it in with tantalizing slowness, drawing out the pain. Batgirl couldn’t keep from crying, and didn’t even try.

Sobbing, tears flowing over her mask and down her cheeks, she stood helpless as he inserted pin after pin into her sensitive mammary glands. Seeking each spot carefully, he impaled her with merciless efficiency, reveling in her cries. The tears fell on her heaving breasts, and when the salty moisture touched any of the buried pins it introduced her to a new level of suffering.

He wasn’t even holding her breasts any longer, just inserting the pins in, her own firmness her worst enemy. Over and over again he slowly inserted pin after torturous pin into her as she stood gasping and sobbing, crying out with each new abuse. Top, sides, bottom, pin after pin until there were at least 25 in each breast, marking her with gleaming points of silver.

She couldn’t believe how much her breasts hurt! The pins were more painful than anything she had ever conceived, and he showed no signs of stopping! Indeed, as he pulled the next one out of the box the look in his eyes was so terrible that her blood froze!

Leveling the pin directly at her breast, he touched it to her nipple. She froze in abject panic, unable to believe he was actually going to do it!

Slowly, taking all the time he wanted, he pressed the sharp point to her nipple, and pressed harder, and harder! This time Batgirl did scream, feelingly as the point pierced her nipple and dug deep into her! He kept pushing and pushing, burying the metal deep into her! He wasted no time in pulling another one out, and Batgirl never had time to catch her breath before she screamed again as he impaled her other nipple, burying the metal with terrible slowness, mercilessly puncturing her.

Her scream ended only when she was reduced to breathless sobs, weeping in abject misery, unable to endure the torture for another moment! But she suddenly realized, with true horror, that the worst was yet to come!

She paled as he put the box in his pocket, and as he reached for her she froze in panic, unable to stop him as he put his arms around her and drew her into a pbumionate hug. Her agonized breasts were reshaped against his chest, the dozens of pins pressed into new positions as a supernova exploded in each of her breasts! She threw back her head and shrieked and shrieked and shrieked again until blackness smothered her and she gratefully died.