Batgirl

I remember the night I was caught. The Penguin, Gotham's most notorious criminal, had outsmarted me once again. I was Batgirl, the city's protector, but that night, I became his prey.

He had a twisted sense of humor, the Penguin. He had me locked in a birdcage, of all things. For two months, he broke me down, his mind games more torturous than any physical pain. I was his captive, his experiment. He stripped me of my identity, my will, my dignity.

"You're nothing but a trophy now, Batgirl," he would say, his voice dripping with malice. "A pretty little thing to show off to the world."And show me off he did. He dressed me in glamorous outfits, a testament to his victory. A diamond collar around my neck, a golden leash in his hand. I was his trophy, his prize, his plaything. He paraded me around Gotham City, in his clubs, revealing my intimate parts to the world. Other days, I wore skin-tight dresses, always matching his mood, always on edge, always plugged.

I was kneeling at his feet, my lips wrapped around his cock, his or any other he chose for me. My only words were "Yes, Master" and "Thank you, Master." I was broken, molded, trained. I was no longer Batgirl. I was Fluff, Penguin's first cocksleeve.Six months passed, and I was unrecognizable. My red hair was now black, my lips fuller, my eyes green. He changed my appearance as he pleased, and I accepted it. I was his trophy, his toy, his ****. I served him in my new superhero outfit, not resembling Batgirl, but a Penguin's waitress.

"You're mine, Batgirl," he would say, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Mine to play with, mine to use, mine to break."

And break me he did. I was a shell of my former self, a puppet to his every whim. I was his trophy, his plaything, his toy. I was Fluff, Penguin's first cocksleeve.

But I had a plan. I was broken, but not defeated. I was a trophy, but not a victim. I was Fluff, Penguin's first cocksleeve, but I was also Batgirl, Gotham's protector.

I waited for my chance, and when it came, I took it. I fought back, my strength renewed, my will unbroken. I was no longer his trophy, his plaything, his toy. I was Batgirl, Gotham's protector.

I defeated the Penguin, his empire crumbling around him. I was free, my identity restored, my will unbroken. I was no longer Fluff, Penguin's first cocksleeve. I was Batgirl, Gotham's protector.

And as I looked at the broken Penguin, I smiled. "I'm not your trophy anymore, Penguin," I said, my voice filled with satisfaction. "I'm not your plaything, your toy. I'm Batgirl, Gotham's protector."

And with that, I left him, his empire in ruins, his reign of terror over. I was Batgirl, Gotham's protector, and I would never be anyone's trophy again.