End: There Is No Escape

Pink mist enveloped the caped crusader's face

Trapped within her bonds, Batgirl struggled not to breathe. She could feel the chemical mist on her face. The cowl had nose-plugs that could filter out most chemical agents, and her lip-gloss formed a seal as long as she kept her mouth closed...a tingle seemed to run through Batgirl's exposed lower face, and she hoped that it couldn't be absorbed straight through the skin. If she could just reach her lockpicks...

Lois Lane's cock slammed home in the tight twat.

Barbara Gordon was no blushing virgin. Her hymen had been broken during adolescent gymnastic practice, and she had shared her first time with the first Robin, when both of them had come of age. It had been sweet, their two lithe young bodies exploring one another, his cock wrapped in a condom, their lovemaking gentle before shading into more vigorous, energetic fucking. When two Olympic-level athletes determine to fuck each other's brains out, the bed was destined to get wrecked; when two members of the Bat-family engage in coitus, the ensuing lovemaking becomes a sparring session, a complex chess of judo holds and attacks, every kiss either a blow or a feint, two master martial-artists sparring not to win, but simply for the sake of fun, enjoying the match.

Now, Batgirl could not move. Nor was Lois Lane a gentle partner. Lex Luthor's brainwashing shut down all the empathy and gentility in the reporter's brain. The word CROATOAN written on the heroine's back had triggered Lois into a state normally only experienced by priapic obsessive-compulsives, her cock painfully rigid, cum building for immediate release, hunger insatiable.

The raw cock slammed deep into the bound Batgirl's unprotected puss. It tore through parts of her cunny that Robin had never touched, the head slammed painfully into the back of her hot love tunnel, the rubbery head bending. As the reporter's hips slammed into Barbara Gordon's ass, the cock punched into a deeper barrier...and though Batgirl had been trained to withstand a great deal of pain and many injuries, even she was not prepared for the sudden pain that radiated throughout her abdomen as the tip of the dickgirl reporter's prick hit her cervix.

Her mouth opened, expelling stale air...but then, too late, without thinking, she breathed in.

She tasted a harsh chemical. The inside of her mouth tingled, and a brief wave of synaesthesia ran over Batgirl—the unmistakable sensation that she could smell the color pink. Then, training kicked in. Expel her breath, close her mouth...

Lois Lane's cock drew out, all the way to the entrance of the bound woman's pussy. The hands that gripped Barbara Gordon's ass held her as a drowning woman holds a lifeline. When the reporter pushed her dick back inside of Batgirl, she was ready for it. This time, the cock didn't go quite so deep, the dickgirl instinctively stopping before she hit the cervix again. Batgirl closed her eyes and focused on slowing down her heart rate, doing her best to conserve her air. There couldn't be an unlimited amount of this gas, whatever it was. She'd only been exposed to a little of it. With a bit of luck, Lois could just hold on, then steal a quick breath, and when Lois had finished the heroine could find some other way to get them both out of there.

When she finished.

The relentless pounding of the dick into her cunt reverberated throughout Batgirl's entire body. Her kegel muscles, as well-trained as any other muscles in her body, began to squeeze and flex. Thigh and calf muscles were twitching, and despite her best efforts to control her heart rate, it was beginning to climb. Behind her eyes, Barbara Gordon could almost see a pink light blossoming.

Lungs burning, the caped crusader felt her nipples harden behind the shield on her chest, pressing into the carefully-concealed body armor. Her lower half was twitching now in response to Lois Lane's pussy-pounding rhythm, the cock sliding easily out of the wet and ready cunt. Even though her lips were closed, Batgirl could taste the color pink.

Sweat dripped down from beneath the cowl. Her closed eyes were burning, a wet mist of chemical blowing steadily into her face. Barbara wondered what color it was. Whether it was just tiny pink droplets, coating her black mask and cowl. Spraying her face and lips. She could feel it dripping down her lips now, her nose running but she dare not breathe in, even with the plugs in place. It felt so hot and thick now, and she remembered the one time she had let her lover spray his salty load on her face, her lips tightly shut like this, eyes closed, waiting like a statue for him to paint her. Batgirl could almost smell pink, but that was impossible...impossible...

Until she heard her own panting moan.

The caped crusader's mouth hung slack, her mind awash in pink. It seemed to edge out every other scent and flavor, crowded her thoughts. She breathed it in, the harsh chemical tang burning its way down her throat, a number tongue licking it off her lips. Behind her, Barbara was dimly aware of the frantic pounding speeding up suddenly as the heroine's cunt muscles tightened, and then a hot, wet surge flowed deep inside of her. Sucking in pink-flavored air, the Batgirl shuddered as she cataloged this new sensation: her first creampie.

Lois Lane held her deep for a few moments, the cock swelling and slackening as the dickgirl followed her programming, trying to squeeze every drop into the hot cunt before her, holding the dick deep...and then the bound woman felt the hand on her right hip loosen its grip, the hand creeping down, and around...

Pink light burst in Barbara Gordon's brain as the hand touched her clit. Strong, knowing fingers rubbed the supremely sensitive organ, and the heroine had no defense against that. Her legs shook and a terrible, familiar excitement filled her body. Oh, her lovemaking sessions with Robin had always been pleasant, but there was never this raw need, this utter danger, this pink light that seemed to fill Batgirl's head and drown out every thought, except that this was a very bad day to be taken unprotected...or a very good day, depending on what you wanted to happen.

Batgirl screamed into the chemical mist sprayer as she came, her whole body bucking against the restraints, her cervix spasming as the hot seed was sucked into her fertile womb. All though the bucking climax, the dickgirl reporter diddled the super-sensitive nub, and one climax rolled over into another, and another, until Batgirl sagged panting in her restraints, momentarily spent, her brain a pink fog.

Barely able to register as Lois Lane's hand slid back up to her hip, and the cock withdrew, stopping at the mouth of the freshly-inseminated tunnel...and pushed forward again, in another pussy-punishing cockdrive that had only a single end in mind.

Batgirl did not escape that night. A silent alarm sounded in Gotham, and the World's Greatest Detective took up the case. Yet even he, with all his resources, would not be able to find his female partner for hours...perhaps days...weeks...

Lois Lane grunted with the dawn as another load pumped through her cock, only to collapse, finally spent. The caped crusader's cape fell over her ass, hiding the offending word, and Lois lay her fevered head against Batgirl's thigh, caked though it was with dried semen. Both were too exhausted to think, to act. This long night out had not ended for either of them...perhaps it never would.