08-05-2008, 03:52 AM
Batgirl written by Mephistopheles
Sonya was out jogging on her collage track. Sonya was just twenty-one and had the body of a goddess. She worked really hard for her body, going to the gym every night and then running afterward. Sonya is 5'6" tall,blond hair blue eyes, weighs 135 lbs, and her numbers are 28-22-26. Her weight is due to the large amount of muscle on her body. Her stomach curved inward from her ribs to her pelvis with a hard two pack and a sixer when she flexed hard. Sonya really made other girls angry because their men would look at sonya as she walked past, usually in something tight or revealing. one evening these pissed off women decided to do something about it. It was during her usual evening jog. Sonya noticed five girls sitting in the stands as she ran past, but couldn't make them out in the dusk. On her second trip around, they had gone, apparently. As she was going into the turn at the end of the stands, someone hit her from behind, and she fell to the track, skinning her elbows and knees. She was starting to get up and turn around to see who had hit her, when she blacked out.
Sonya woke up to a throbbing head and stretched arms, and looked around. She was inside the gym, suspended from the rings. Her wrists were tied to the rings, and her bare feet were tied to two sets of heavy weights placed far apart on the floor. She tried to pull with her arms and legs to shift the weights, but they didn't move. There must have been several hundred pounds in each pile. She was spread eagle, her limbs stretched achingly tight by the ropes and weights, with her feet just touching the floor. She could move her head, but everything else was held rigid by the tight ropes.
One night, these pissed off women decided to do something about it.
Or so Sonya thought. She found herself bound in the school gym, her body stretched out almost to the point of being painful. The five women she recognized; although she didn't know them, she knew that their boyfriends knew her and that they resented her for it. Rather, she assumed that was their reason for attacking and abducting her. She watched them in undisguised fear.
One of them began removing her clothing with a knife. She felt the blade against her skin, felt the fabric tear and fall away. The woman was saying something, but Sonya was too frightened to listen.
Her eyes on the knife, she never saw the first blow coming. It hit her in the left side, under her ribs. She cried out, "Ohhh," in surprise more than pain, but was immediately hit again underneath her navel. "Uuungh!"
Blows began to rain onto her stomach. Just above her crotch ("Aaahhh!"), into her bellybutton and all around it ("Uuuhh! Ooouhh! Uunnh!), her solar plexus (so painful that she lost her breath and her voice for that moment), even her kidneys received multiple punches and kicks. Her eyes closed in anguish, she had no way of knowing who was attacking or how.
Then, just at the edge of her awareness, there was a tremendous crash. The attacks stopped, and she opened her eyes to look.
"Enough! Your reign of terror is over!" A voice cried out. An alto voice.
One of the girls that had been beating Sonya, but who now was turned away from her and toward the door (the door that, strangely, was no longer there but lay on the floor inside the room, Sonya noted without wondering, her midsection still throbbing), growled in reply. "Batgirl."
Missiles flew from Batgirl's fingers. A batarang struck one woman on the temple, stunning her, while another wrapped a near-invisible cord around a second. Two down. Batgirl cartwheeled into the room.
She threw a high kick at a third woman, who blocked it and countered with a roundhouse punch. Batgirl ducked, then rolled forward as she sensed an attack from behind. A knife blade barely missed her, instead slicing a line up the back of her costume. Batgirl leapt, twisting and kicking at the knife wielder. The blow glanced off the woman's forehead, sending her backwards. Another kick, aimed to her rear, connected with someone's abdomen. There was a 'whooof' as that opponent fell.
Batgirl, in a fighting stance, turned slowly. The two women she had targeted first had not recovered, a third was on the floor gasping, and the last two were approaching her warily from two sides. Batgirl regarded them patiently. She was mildly surprised at their ability; though she had had an easy time of it, she was experienced enough to know that these were good fighters. Tough and smart. She had already suspected that there was more to them than simple kidnappers, now she was even more certain.
Their attack came. One rushed at her intending to grab and hold; Batgirl lunged toward her and aimed a sliding kick at her leg. The other, though, was rushing in the same way, and got hold of her cape even as she connected with the first, and the first managed to roll around the kick, still knocked off balance but falling on top of Batgirl instead of away. The second woman yanked at the cape, pulling Batgirl's head up, while the first scrambled to get her weight fully on top of her to pin her. She was a fairly large woman, but Batgirl was, well, Batgirl. An elbow connected and the woman rolled away.
Batgirl pulled her feet underneath her and backflipped, causing the woman holding her cape to release it or get both feet in her face. She backed away. Batgirl took another moment to assess her situation. She had finished none of her opponents, and her early targets were beginning to stir. She needed to go on the offensive.
A deep voice from behind her called, "Stop! Enough!" Her foes relaxed visibly, so she turned and looked up. A face had appeared in the wall.
"You are welcome here, Batgirl." The face said. "Stuff it. Your flunkies have kidnapped and beaten eight different women in the last two weeks. You want to tell me why?" Batgirl turned to watch the five women, while keeping the face in her peripheral view. "Obviously, Batgirl, because I wanted to attract you." Typical bad guy rhetoric, Batgirl thought. "And why's that?" "Because you humiliated me, Batgirl, and now I'm going to humiliate you." Batgirl turned toward the face a little more. "Who are you?" The face sneered. "Strip her. Leave the mask."
With a speed they had not displayed before, the five women were on her. They seized her costume and, aided by the slit up the back (loosened by the earlier pressure on her cape), they ripped her batsuit from her in one easy, practiced motion. Batgirl was left in a brief black sports bra and, improbably, a pair of white boxer shorts with Superman's "S" symbol all over them.
The five women paused, the face smirked, even Sonya (who had never lost consciousness and was hopefully watching the battle) gaped at Batgirl's boxers. Batgirl blushed. "What?" She tugged self-consciously at the waistband. "They keep my costume from riding up."
Her costume gone, Batgirl was left with her mask, boots, and gloves (and of course her oddly mismatched undergarments). Her utility belt lay on the floor, seemingly forgotten by her foes. "You see, Bratgirl," the face on the wall sneered the last word, "I've gone to considerable trouble to bring you here. It's taken you much longer to find me than I expected. Disappointing. I do have a life, after all; I'd like to get back to it. But first, I'm going to enjoy watching this."
The five women stood in a circle around her, motionless. Not just still; it was as if… "They're drugged." Batgirl spat. "Yes. You're very observant, child. Do you think they attacked that poor woman on their own initiative? Hardly. I've been feeding them my own special brew for weeks now, heightening their aggression and paranoia. Civilized people do not go around beating their imagined rivals into a pulp, but once these fools had had enough of my formula they did it without even thinking. I made them hate her, Batgirl, and I made them hate you even more." "Why these women? They're students, nothing special." "Oh come on, child. Not just them. Everybody. You know, I heard that the Joker once tried to poison Gotham's reservoir. Well, I've done him one better. It's amazing that the city isn't in chaos right now." "Who are you?" "Enough of this. Take her NOW."
At that, the five women lunged. Batgirl leapt, somersaulted over one to escape the circle, spun and kicked her high in the back. She fell, and all five women dropped in a tangle. Batgirl dove for her belt.
She didn't get there. The five women recovered almost at once and one of them tackled Batgirl, knocking her to the floor. Her arms wrapped around Batgirl's torso from behind, squeezing, but Batgirl's hands were free and she reached around, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling the woman's head back. The woman let go.
The others were not far behind, however. A kick to the ribs made Batgirl roll to her left, into another kick that landed in her side. Used to such mob tactics, her muscles were flexed, so she was unhurt. She rolled forward and got to her feet.
She was immediately grabbed from behind. One of the women locked her in a half nelson, pushing her right arm over her head. Batgirl tried to spin away, but another attacker grabbed her left arm and twisted it, while a third snaked an arm around her throat. Arms pinned, her breath stolen, Batgirl looked up and saw the remaining two approach carefully from either side, avoiding Batgirl's legs.
"Surprised, Batgirl? These students are not 'nothing special' after all. Perhaps you'd be interested to know that my serum also releases extra adrenalin, and a few other things as well. My girls are stronger, faster, more skilled because of it. Too bad for you."
"Impossible…that you could…" Batgirl's voice was faint as she struggled to breathe. "Obviously, not so. And now, if you would, ladies." Batgirl braced for the attack.
The attack came. A fist drove into Batgirl's side. Another struck immediately after, to the left of her bare navel. Batgirl had been trained by the best, and she tried to ignore the blows while she struggled against the women holding her. They were strong, though, and the punches kept coming faster and faster.
Positioning their legs so that Batgirl's were spread apart, the two attackers grew bolder, moving directly in front of her. One of them began hitting her in the navel with her right hand and the side, below the ribs, with the left, alternating one-two, one-two. The other hammered Batgirl with one fist only, punching her first in the solar plexus, then just above the navel, then below it, at random. Batgirl was strong, and her abdominal muscles bulged as she flexed them to protect herself, but she couldn't break the hold she was in and she knew she couldn't last much longer. She started to wish she had brought Batman with her. Or at least Robin.
She began to grunt with each blow. Suddenly, as if on a signal, the women holding her yanked her backward. They dragged her onto a vaulting horse, bending her backward over it. One of them pulled her arms up and over, stretching her out. Another stood directly in front and placed her feet between Batgirl's to prevent kicks. The other two remained to either side. Batgirl, still fighting, didn't see the fifth.
The assault resumed. Three fists landed in the center of her already-weakened belly at once, drawing a 'hoooof' from her. Concentrating on that spot, they started taking turns, each woman punching her several times before the next took over. The woman in front hit the hardest, having the best position, but the one on the left hit her six times in two seconds, giving her abs no respite, and the third drove and twisted her fists deeper and deeper into Batgirl's stomach. She started to worry.
The attack continued for a few minutes, then stopped. Batgirl, her stomach screaming, opened her eyes as the weight on her arms slackened and she straightened up. The three women in front of her had moved aside, and as Batgirl stood (refusing to show how weak she was), the missing fifth showed herself. She had picked up an iron bar and, rushing forward, drove the end of it into Batgirl's stomach.
"Aaagh!" Batgirl cried out and doubled over. She fell to her knees, her arms wrapped around her middle. She barely heard the voice coming from the wall. "Ah, I so love seeing a woman get punched in the stomach. I didn't even know I liked it until I ran across this website…I'll have to tell my friends all about it."
Batgirl's breath came in gasps. She wanted to make some defiant reply, but could only grunt.
"Nothing to say, Batgirl? It's hard to speak when you can't breathe, eh? Well, it'll all be over soon. When you've begged me for mercy. When your beaten body hangs from the goalposts at Gotham Stadium for all to see. With what I've been feeding them, I wouldn't be surprised if more of Gotham's citizens decided to have a go at you, too."
Alone, in pain, and in trouble, Batgirl decided: time to pull out my hole card.
Her fingers reached into the waistband of her favorite underpants.
What's next? Can our heroine prevail? Will she find out who the mysterious face on the wall is, or will we find out what she had for breakfast? Find out next time!!!
"What's she doing? Pay attention, damn you!" the face bellowed. The five women turned to Batgirl at once, and at once met a faceful of gas. Small capsules concealed in Batgirl's shorts, thrown to the ground, burst and sent up billows of smoke. Batgirl scrambled forward awkwardly on all fours. She felt sick from the beating, and she feared that her body wouldn't respond, but once again the voice of her teacher was in her ears. She escaped from the circle of women as they began to cough.
"Stop her!" The voice continued to berate the five women as they dropped to the floor.
"Knockout gas. Forget it, buster, it's all over now." Batgirl stood, trying to ignore the pain in her stomach and the weakness of her muscles. Defiantly she faced the wall. "I don't know who you are or how you've done this, but now that I know you have I'll find a way to stop you." She held her chin up, unconsciously sticking her chest out as she did. The Bat-logo on her left breast gleamed.
"How irritating you are, my pretty. Far too easy, that. Knockout gas? I was hoping for more of a show. But you're mistaken; this isn't over. You haven't been paying attention very well. My drug is everywhere, Batgirl. You've probably ingested it yourself. And certainly, the lovely young Sonya has…" As the last sentence was voiced, something struck Batgirl between the shoulder blades, hard. It was Sonya, having released herself from her bonds, she picked up a ten-pound weight and swung it at Batgirl.
Batgirl was quick, though. Even exhausted and beaten, she sensed the attack and pitched forward, avoiding most of the force behind the blow. She rolled, spun, and faced her new opponent. "Sonya, don't." She said. But Sonya was beyond listening. Picking up the same bar that had recently buried itself in Batgirl's navel, she rushed forward.
Batgirl was concerned; she was fighting innocents, she was worn out, and she feared that the gas would wear off too soon and leave her with six antagonists. So, she used her OTHER hole card. She performed a backward roll and stripped off her boxer shorts (leaving her with a very brief black thong) in one smooth motion. Reaching her feet, she bounced off the end of the roll and leapt forward while Sonya brought her weapon to bear. Before she could use it, Batgirl yanked the boxers over Sonya's head and pulled the specially-equipped drawstring. Enabled, the shorts tightened themselves, cutting off the oxygen and quickly robbing Sonya of consciousness. A microchip noted the slowing pulse and released the pressure, leaving the insensible Sonya in a rather silly position, with a pair of underwear on her head. "That was a job for Superman." Batgirl said to herself, her chest heaving in fatigue and relief. "Very impressive underwear, Batgirl." The face growled. "That'll teach you to gawk at my lingerie." Batgirl replied. "It still isn't over, you know. We'll meet again." "Yes, we will." The face faded. Time to call the Commissioner, Batgirl thought. After I get dressed.
Once again, those pesky forces of evil are beaten back! But for how long?'
Sonya was out jogging on her collage track. Sonya was just twenty-one and had the body of a goddess. She worked really hard for her body, going to the gym every night and then running afterward. Sonya is 5'6" tall,blond hair blue eyes, weighs 135 lbs, and her numbers are 28-22-26. Her weight is due to the large amount of muscle on her body. Her stomach curved inward from her ribs to her pelvis with a hard two pack and a sixer when she flexed hard. Sonya really made other girls angry because their men would look at sonya as she walked past, usually in something tight or revealing. one evening these pissed off women decided to do something about it. It was during her usual evening jog. Sonya noticed five girls sitting in the stands as she ran past, but couldn't make them out in the dusk. On her second trip around, they had gone, apparently. As she was going into the turn at the end of the stands, someone hit her from behind, and she fell to the track, skinning her elbows and knees. She was starting to get up and turn around to see who had hit her, when she blacked out.
Sonya woke up to a throbbing head and stretched arms, and looked around. She was inside the gym, suspended from the rings. Her wrists were tied to the rings, and her bare feet were tied to two sets of heavy weights placed far apart on the floor. She tried to pull with her arms and legs to shift the weights, but they didn't move. There must have been several hundred pounds in each pile. She was spread eagle, her limbs stretched achingly tight by the ropes and weights, with her feet just touching the floor. She could move her head, but everything else was held rigid by the tight ropes.
One night, these pissed off women decided to do something about it.
Or so Sonya thought. She found herself bound in the school gym, her body stretched out almost to the point of being painful. The five women she recognized; although she didn't know them, she knew that their boyfriends knew her and that they resented her for it. Rather, she assumed that was their reason for attacking and abducting her. She watched them in undisguised fear.
One of them began removing her clothing with a knife. She felt the blade against her skin, felt the fabric tear and fall away. The woman was saying something, but Sonya was too frightened to listen.
Her eyes on the knife, she never saw the first blow coming. It hit her in the left side, under her ribs. She cried out, "Ohhh," in surprise more than pain, but was immediately hit again underneath her navel. "Uuungh!"
Blows began to rain onto her stomach. Just above her crotch ("Aaahhh!"), into her bellybutton and all around it ("Uuuhh! Ooouhh! Uunnh!), her solar plexus (so painful that she lost her breath and her voice for that moment), even her kidneys received multiple punches and kicks. Her eyes closed in anguish, she had no way of knowing who was attacking or how.
Then, just at the edge of her awareness, there was a tremendous crash. The attacks stopped, and she opened her eyes to look.
"Enough! Your reign of terror is over!" A voice cried out. An alto voice.
One of the girls that had been beating Sonya, but who now was turned away from her and toward the door (the door that, strangely, was no longer there but lay on the floor inside the room, Sonya noted without wondering, her midsection still throbbing), growled in reply. "Batgirl."
Missiles flew from Batgirl's fingers. A batarang struck one woman on the temple, stunning her, while another wrapped a near-invisible cord around a second. Two down. Batgirl cartwheeled into the room.
She threw a high kick at a third woman, who blocked it and countered with a roundhouse punch. Batgirl ducked, then rolled forward as she sensed an attack from behind. A knife blade barely missed her, instead slicing a line up the back of her costume. Batgirl leapt, twisting and kicking at the knife wielder. The blow glanced off the woman's forehead, sending her backwards. Another kick, aimed to her rear, connected with someone's abdomen. There was a 'whooof' as that opponent fell.
Batgirl, in a fighting stance, turned slowly. The two women she had targeted first had not recovered, a third was on the floor gasping, and the last two were approaching her warily from two sides. Batgirl regarded them patiently. She was mildly surprised at their ability; though she had had an easy time of it, she was experienced enough to know that these were good fighters. Tough and smart. She had already suspected that there was more to them than simple kidnappers, now she was even more certain.
Their attack came. One rushed at her intending to grab and hold; Batgirl lunged toward her and aimed a sliding kick at her leg. The other, though, was rushing in the same way, and got hold of her cape even as she connected with the first, and the first managed to roll around the kick, still knocked off balance but falling on top of Batgirl instead of away. The second woman yanked at the cape, pulling Batgirl's head up, while the first scrambled to get her weight fully on top of her to pin her. She was a fairly large woman, but Batgirl was, well, Batgirl. An elbow connected and the woman rolled away.
Batgirl pulled her feet underneath her and backflipped, causing the woman holding her cape to release it or get both feet in her face. She backed away. Batgirl took another moment to assess her situation. She had finished none of her opponents, and her early targets were beginning to stir. She needed to go on the offensive.
A deep voice from behind her called, "Stop! Enough!" Her foes relaxed visibly, so she turned and looked up. A face had appeared in the wall.
"You are welcome here, Batgirl." The face said. "Stuff it. Your flunkies have kidnapped and beaten eight different women in the last two weeks. You want to tell me why?" Batgirl turned to watch the five women, while keeping the face in her peripheral view. "Obviously, Batgirl, because I wanted to attract you." Typical bad guy rhetoric, Batgirl thought. "And why's that?" "Because you humiliated me, Batgirl, and now I'm going to humiliate you." Batgirl turned toward the face a little more. "Who are you?" The face sneered. "Strip her. Leave the mask."
With a speed they had not displayed before, the five women were on her. They seized her costume and, aided by the slit up the back (loosened by the earlier pressure on her cape), they ripped her batsuit from her in one easy, practiced motion. Batgirl was left in a brief black sports bra and, improbably, a pair of white boxer shorts with Superman's "S" symbol all over them.
The five women paused, the face smirked, even Sonya (who had never lost consciousness and was hopefully watching the battle) gaped at Batgirl's boxers. Batgirl blushed. "What?" She tugged self-consciously at the waistband. "They keep my costume from riding up."
Her costume gone, Batgirl was left with her mask, boots, and gloves (and of course her oddly mismatched undergarments). Her utility belt lay on the floor, seemingly forgotten by her foes. "You see, Bratgirl," the face on the wall sneered the last word, "I've gone to considerable trouble to bring you here. It's taken you much longer to find me than I expected. Disappointing. I do have a life, after all; I'd like to get back to it. But first, I'm going to enjoy watching this."
The five women stood in a circle around her, motionless. Not just still; it was as if… "They're drugged." Batgirl spat. "Yes. You're very observant, child. Do you think they attacked that poor woman on their own initiative? Hardly. I've been feeding them my own special brew for weeks now, heightening their aggression and paranoia. Civilized people do not go around beating their imagined rivals into a pulp, but once these fools had had enough of my formula they did it without even thinking. I made them hate her, Batgirl, and I made them hate you even more." "Why these women? They're students, nothing special." "Oh come on, child. Not just them. Everybody. You know, I heard that the Joker once tried to poison Gotham's reservoir. Well, I've done him one better. It's amazing that the city isn't in chaos right now." "Who are you?" "Enough of this. Take her NOW."
At that, the five women lunged. Batgirl leapt, somersaulted over one to escape the circle, spun and kicked her high in the back. She fell, and all five women dropped in a tangle. Batgirl dove for her belt.
She didn't get there. The five women recovered almost at once and one of them tackled Batgirl, knocking her to the floor. Her arms wrapped around Batgirl's torso from behind, squeezing, but Batgirl's hands were free and she reached around, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling the woman's head back. The woman let go.
The others were not far behind, however. A kick to the ribs made Batgirl roll to her left, into another kick that landed in her side. Used to such mob tactics, her muscles were flexed, so she was unhurt. She rolled forward and got to her feet.
She was immediately grabbed from behind. One of the women locked her in a half nelson, pushing her right arm over her head. Batgirl tried to spin away, but another attacker grabbed her left arm and twisted it, while a third snaked an arm around her throat. Arms pinned, her breath stolen, Batgirl looked up and saw the remaining two approach carefully from either side, avoiding Batgirl's legs.
"Surprised, Batgirl? These students are not 'nothing special' after all. Perhaps you'd be interested to know that my serum also releases extra adrenalin, and a few other things as well. My girls are stronger, faster, more skilled because of it. Too bad for you."
"Impossible…that you could…" Batgirl's voice was faint as she struggled to breathe. "Obviously, not so. And now, if you would, ladies." Batgirl braced for the attack.
The attack came. A fist drove into Batgirl's side. Another struck immediately after, to the left of her bare navel. Batgirl had been trained by the best, and she tried to ignore the blows while she struggled against the women holding her. They were strong, though, and the punches kept coming faster and faster.
Positioning their legs so that Batgirl's were spread apart, the two attackers grew bolder, moving directly in front of her. One of them began hitting her in the navel with her right hand and the side, below the ribs, with the left, alternating one-two, one-two. The other hammered Batgirl with one fist only, punching her first in the solar plexus, then just above the navel, then below it, at random. Batgirl was strong, and her abdominal muscles bulged as she flexed them to protect herself, but she couldn't break the hold she was in and she knew she couldn't last much longer. She started to wish she had brought Batman with her. Or at least Robin.
She began to grunt with each blow. Suddenly, as if on a signal, the women holding her yanked her backward. They dragged her onto a vaulting horse, bending her backward over it. One of them pulled her arms up and over, stretching her out. Another stood directly in front and placed her feet between Batgirl's to prevent kicks. The other two remained to either side. Batgirl, still fighting, didn't see the fifth.
The assault resumed. Three fists landed in the center of her already-weakened belly at once, drawing a 'hoooof' from her. Concentrating on that spot, they started taking turns, each woman punching her several times before the next took over. The woman in front hit the hardest, having the best position, but the one on the left hit her six times in two seconds, giving her abs no respite, and the third drove and twisted her fists deeper and deeper into Batgirl's stomach. She started to worry.
The attack continued for a few minutes, then stopped. Batgirl, her stomach screaming, opened her eyes as the weight on her arms slackened and she straightened up. The three women in front of her had moved aside, and as Batgirl stood (refusing to show how weak she was), the missing fifth showed herself. She had picked up an iron bar and, rushing forward, drove the end of it into Batgirl's stomach.
"Aaagh!" Batgirl cried out and doubled over. She fell to her knees, her arms wrapped around her middle. She barely heard the voice coming from the wall. "Ah, I so love seeing a woman get punched in the stomach. I didn't even know I liked it until I ran across this website…I'll have to tell my friends all about it."
Batgirl's breath came in gasps. She wanted to make some defiant reply, but could only grunt.
"Nothing to say, Batgirl? It's hard to speak when you can't breathe, eh? Well, it'll all be over soon. When you've begged me for mercy. When your beaten body hangs from the goalposts at Gotham Stadium for all to see. With what I've been feeding them, I wouldn't be surprised if more of Gotham's citizens decided to have a go at you, too."
Alone, in pain, and in trouble, Batgirl decided: time to pull out my hole card.
Her fingers reached into the waistband of her favorite underpants.
What's next? Can our heroine prevail? Will she find out who the mysterious face on the wall is, or will we find out what she had for breakfast? Find out next time!!!
"What's she doing? Pay attention, damn you!" the face bellowed. The five women turned to Batgirl at once, and at once met a faceful of gas. Small capsules concealed in Batgirl's shorts, thrown to the ground, burst and sent up billows of smoke. Batgirl scrambled forward awkwardly on all fours. She felt sick from the beating, and she feared that her body wouldn't respond, but once again the voice of her teacher was in her ears. She escaped from the circle of women as they began to cough.
"Stop her!" The voice continued to berate the five women as they dropped to the floor.
"Knockout gas. Forget it, buster, it's all over now." Batgirl stood, trying to ignore the pain in her stomach and the weakness of her muscles. Defiantly she faced the wall. "I don't know who you are or how you've done this, but now that I know you have I'll find a way to stop you." She held her chin up, unconsciously sticking her chest out as she did. The Bat-logo on her left breast gleamed.
"How irritating you are, my pretty. Far too easy, that. Knockout gas? I was hoping for more of a show. But you're mistaken; this isn't over. You haven't been paying attention very well. My drug is everywhere, Batgirl. You've probably ingested it yourself. And certainly, the lovely young Sonya has…" As the last sentence was voiced, something struck Batgirl between the shoulder blades, hard. It was Sonya, having released herself from her bonds, she picked up a ten-pound weight and swung it at Batgirl.
Batgirl was quick, though. Even exhausted and beaten, she sensed the attack and pitched forward, avoiding most of the force behind the blow. She rolled, spun, and faced her new opponent. "Sonya, don't." She said. But Sonya was beyond listening. Picking up the same bar that had recently buried itself in Batgirl's navel, she rushed forward.
Batgirl was concerned; she was fighting innocents, she was worn out, and she feared that the gas would wear off too soon and leave her with six antagonists. So, she used her OTHER hole card. She performed a backward roll and stripped off her boxer shorts (leaving her with a very brief black thong) in one smooth motion. Reaching her feet, she bounced off the end of the roll and leapt forward while Sonya brought her weapon to bear. Before she could use it, Batgirl yanked the boxers over Sonya's head and pulled the specially-equipped drawstring. Enabled, the shorts tightened themselves, cutting off the oxygen and quickly robbing Sonya of consciousness. A microchip noted the slowing pulse and released the pressure, leaving the insensible Sonya in a rather silly position, with a pair of underwear on her head. "That was a job for Superman." Batgirl said to herself, her chest heaving in fatigue and relief. "Very impressive underwear, Batgirl." The face growled. "That'll teach you to gawk at my lingerie." Batgirl replied. "It still isn't over, you know. We'll meet again." "Yes, we will." The face faded. Time to call the Commissioner, Batgirl thought. After I get dressed.
Once again, those pesky forces of evil are beaten back! But for how long?'