Not Yet…

"N..nnn...nnnever will I submit to you Joker. My body may give in, but you will never have my mind, you will never have my spirit."

"Oh Batgirl, I will have all of that. I will have your love and your lust. You will submit to me, but for now...I enjoy a challenge HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Batgirl dosed off on her own accord this time, in part to the euphoria that had just occurred. She only wondered and feared what would happen next.

Joker had introduced the pleasure he is capable of providing to his new pet. He knew that his pleasure would be a powerful tool, like a carrot for Batgirl to chase, throughout the course of her training and her transformation. Joker had moved Batgirl to a new room once again. This time she was placed in a steel cage that would suit a large dog, this left little room for manuevering let alone comfort. The room was dimly lit, but the floor remained lined with shag caperting that was purple instead of bright green. He was constantly vigilant that there would be no way that Batman and Robin would steal away his prize. Besides, the more off balance he could keep Batgirl the quicker her defenses will fall.

When Batgirl awoke this time she was relieved that she was no longer stuffed with that dreadful gag nor teathered by a leash. Batgirl's costumed remained the way that Joker had left it when she was previously conscious. Her "Joker's Batslut" collar remained as well as her obliviousness to its content. She weakly tugged at the collar, but it was firmly secured around her neck. She had to give the Joker credit that he had tied up any loose ends within his plot thus far. Batgirl tried to reach for the wall through the cages of her bar to scratch out a message for Batman, but her cage put her just out of reach. Her mind felt even more cloudy.

Batgirl's body was drained of strength. The cage contained a water dish. Since she was so devoid of energy to lift the bowl to her mouth Batgirl had to lap up the water like the caged animal she was. Once finished, she tried to muster the will to think out another plan, but before she could gather her thoughts Joker entered the room.

"How do you fancy your ever changing accomodations my dear?" he asked.

"I demand that you unhand me at once you fiend! You are out of your mind if you expect me to submit to you under such conditions!" Batgirl spat back at Joker.

"Ah, so you are saying with the right conditions that you would surrender yourself to me, my darling Harley-Bat!?! Weeelllll, I have to thank Scarecrow for how well his serum is working so quickly!"

"Nnn...nnnnn....NO!!! That's not what I mean-"

"HUSH!!!" commanded Joker. "You will not talk back to me, and you will do as I order!" Before Batgirl could protest he opened her cage and injected her with another dose of serum, this time with no sleeping agent. "On your knees," said Joker. Batgirl was in such a stupor that she did not realize she was subconsciously obeying Joker's command. "Good, Batslut. I see you're starting to come around." Joker took Batgirl's leash and attached it to her collar. "Now get on all fours." Batgirl did not want to obey, but the fog that clouded her mind prevented her from fighting the command's. She did as she would told. Batgirl knew she would have to focus if she wanted to resist! Joker paraded her around the room for a while, showing off his dominance to Batgirl. Eventually he led her to the other side where he took a seat on a chair. He tied the other end of her leash to one of the chair legs to keep her from wondering off. Joker ordered Batgirl to remain on all fours where she could serve as his foot stool. Batgirl's thoughts remained unorganized, so her subconscious remained obedient to Joker. Joker propped his feet up on Batgirl's back as they continued their session.

"It's nice to see that you are coming around to your new situation Batgirl. Let me explain something to you though. You have to learn how to be completely sub-servant to my will Batgirl. You will have to earn the pleasure that you enjoyed soooooo much in our previous session. The better you show your allegiance and affection for your new master, the more pleasure you will earn. Do you understand my Batslave?"

Barbara had finally gathered her thoughts to shake her head and mutter, "No, I will never concede to you Joker, and I certainly have not enjoyed any part of being your captive."

"Wrong, Batgirl. You have enjoyed it completely. That voice in the back in your head, the one that is begging for you to give in, that's the part of you that desires to be ruled by me. She desires to worship me, and she wants to be pleasured at my hands endlessly. Do yourself the favor and stop fighting that voice. You see I will treat you well as my pet, but I have even higher hopes than that Batgirl! One day you will be ruling Gotham with me by my side, as my new Harley-Bat, the Clown Queen of Gotham. Your inner Harley is calling you Batgirl, you just have to give in! HAHAHA!!! Although I cannot stand for all this pitiful defiance of yours."

Joker slung his pet over his legs and began spanking her. The spanking was more to humiliating than painful.As Batgirl lay on Joker's lap, undergoing her punishment, a tear fell to the ground from her face. The Joker was right about one thing...That voice her mentioned WAS creeping around inside of her head...and it was only growing louder...