Batgirl's Nightmare

Batgirl zoomed speedily through the city streets on her Batgirl-Cycle, eager to reach her destination. She had just finished her shift at the Gotham Public Library; She usually enjoyed her work as a librarian, but lately, her double life as Batgirl was infinitely more stimulating. She felt her crime fighting skills were sharper than ever, and the success that she and Robin had had over the past week proved that she was at the top of her game. More importantly, Batgirl and Robin, after working closely with each other all week, had finally taken their relationship to the next level, sharing their true feelings for one another, and an intense make out session. The thought of it gave Barbara butterflies in her stomach.

Robin had called and asked to meet her tonight, he wanted to celebrate his first solo supervillain capture - he’d taken down the Riddler after Batman himself had failed to decipher the clues left by Riddler.

“I wonder how Batman took that,” thought Batgirl. Robin had told her that Batman had given him his complete blessing to go solo, but it still might be a bit of a blow to the ego to have Robin upstage him so quickly.

“Who am I kidding,” she thought. “Batman’s as selfless as they come, I bet he was bursting with pride for his former protégé.”

Batgirl pulled up to the address Robin had provided, and took the elevator to the penthouse. On the ride up, she mentally prepared herself for what was about to happen.

“I can’t believe we’re finally going to reveal our secret identities to each other,” she thought. It was a huge step in their relationship, but Barbara was ready. She wanted someone she could share both Batgirl and Barbara with, and now was the time.

She stopped off the elevator into a darkened, cavernous apartment. Robin was waiting for her.

“Robin!” said Batgirl. She hugged him, lingering in his strong arms.

“Nice costume,” she said, looking at his new all-black uniform.

“Thanks. I figured it was time for a more serious look, now that I’ve gone solo. Name too, you can call me Nightwing now.”

“Ooh, Nightwing, I like it.” Batgirl gave him a tender kiss on the lips. “Though, I’d love to call you by your real name.”

“I’m ready, Batgirl. But first there’s something I want to show you.” said Nightwing, leading her further into the apartment.

Suddenly, a beam of light illuminated the room and at the center of the light stood -

“The Siren!” said Batgirl. “A trap,” she thought. “She must have put Robin under her spell!”

Before Batgirl had time to react further, The Siren opened her mouth and let loose her devastating knockout note. Batgirl was immune to Siren’s hypnotic powers, but she soon found the knockout note too much to handle; the sound felt like being pounded by a heavyweight boxer. In a matter of seconds, she sank to the floor, ****.

Sometime later, Batgirl awoke, and realized she was tied to a chair. The Siren stood before her, with Nightwing behind Siren, his arms wrapped around her.

“Ah, Batgirl, welcome to my flat,” said Siren. “I’ve been waiting a long time for us to meet again.”

“Siren. As tacky as ever, I see. Metallic silver just isn’t a good look,” Batgirl quipped, as her mind raced a mile a minute searching for a solution to her current predicament.

Siren smiled condescendingly at her. “Men seem to like it. Don’t you, Robin?”

“You’re beautiful, Siren. Your outfits are always gorgeous.” said Nightwing, as he kissed Siren’s neck. The Siren giggled.

“Oh brother,” said Batgirl. “I don’t think it counts if the men have no mind of their own, Siren.” said Batgirl, trying to remain cool and collected. She knew he was under a spell, but it still stung her to see Robin kissing another woman.

“That’s all that counts, Batgirl,” said Siren, as she ran her hands over Nightwing. “Men can’t be trusted to think for themselves. They need guidance, control. My voice frees them from their meaningless existence, and gives them a higher purpose: Serving my every whim!”

“You’re insane, Siren,” said Batgirl. “You may have me now, but you’ve never faced Batman before. He’ll stop whatever devious scheme you’ve cooked up.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Batgirl. I control the police, I control the press, and I control his little Robin. How could Batman possibly stand against me? The only reason he’s not here now, worshiping me, is that I want him to suffer before I make him my ****. I’ve turned Robin against him, and I’m systematically destroying his reputation in Gotham City. And, once he’s framed for YOUR ****, he’ll be a wanted criminal.”

“So that’s it, you’re just going to kill me? How original,” said Batgirl, who hoped beyond hope that she could escape the ropes that bound her if she had just enough time.

“Wrong again, Batgirl. I’m not going to ‘just kill you,’ I want you to suffer too. I know you’ve developed feelings for our dear Boy Wonder. Well, how does it feel to know that he’s all mine?”

The Siren kissed Nightwing hard on the mouth, and he responded eagerly, devouring her lips and roaming his hands over her sexy body. Batgirl’s blood boiled at the shameless display.

The Siren broke the kiss. “You love me, don’t you Robin?”

“Yes Siren, I love you more than anything.”

“More than Batgirl?”

“Of course. She means nothing to me.”

“Good boy. So you wouldn’t hesitate if I asked you to kill her for me, would you?”

“I will do anything you ask.”

The Siren smiled. “Of course you will,” she cooed, stroking his cheek. “But first, we’re going to give Batgirl a little entertainment. Why don't you start by kissing my feet?"

Nightwing got down on the ground and began lovingly kissing Siren's feet, as if they were the most beautiful thing in the world.

"See how he obeys me, Batgirl?" said Siren with a smirk. "All men would do anything to please me, once they've heard my song."

Batgirl knew that Siren was doing this just to hurt her, but she couldn't help but cringe at the sight of the once heroic crime fighter reduced to slobbering over a villainess's feet. She had to remind herself, "it's not him, he's being mind controlled."

"Kiss higher, Robin. Show my luscious legs the love they deserve!"

He followed her orders, and kissed up from her ankles to her smooth calves, then up to her shapely thighs. He was extremely hard, but his own arousal was secondary; all that mattered was following his mistress's commands.

The Siren continued to have a smug smirk on her face as she watched Batgirl. "You're definitely missing out, Batgirl, my man knows how to please a woman. Robin, take off your costume, I want Batgirl to see what she'll never get to have."

Nightwing stripped, except for his mask, revealing his muscular body and engorged cock. The Siren grasped it and started stroking it slowly.

"My my, look Batgirl, it's so big! You could have had so much fun together, I'm sure."

Batgirl was livid at this point. "Siren, when I get my hands on you…'

The Siren laughed. "The only one with their hands on me will be this stud. Robin, you want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Yes, Siren," moaned Nightwing, lost in the pleasure of her touch.

"Say please, dear." The Siren smiled, enjoying teasing her helpless hunk.

"PLEASE!" cried Nightwing, his hips bucking involuntarily.

The Siren leaned against the back of a chair, so she was directly level with Batgirl, staring her in the eyes. Nightwing's eyes were glued to her gorgeous ass as she swayed it back and forth in front of him."

"Then take me, lover," she said, never breaking eye contact with Batgirl.

Nightwing pulled off her panties, and the Siren let out a gasp as he entered her pussy from behind, grabbing her ass and thrusting.

"Oooh, that's good, yes! Give me that cock!" moaned Siren, making sure to exaggerate her moans of pleasure for Batgirl's benefit. Nightwing reached around and squeezed her silver covered tits while he pumped his dick into her hot wet snatch, causing Siren to let out a legitimate squeal of passion.

"Ooooh! Good boy, GOOD BOOOYY!" she called. Exerting her dominance over Batgirl made Nightwing's cock feel even better, Siren's eyes rolled as every nerve in her body felt electrified. Nightwing continued to rhythmically thrust into her, alternating between squeezing her tits and ass.

Siren pulled away from Robin, gave him a hard, sensual kiss, then grabbed his cock and led him over to her divan, pushing him down. As he lay there, she removed the strap of her silver dress, revealing her perfect, round breasts.

The Siren mounted Nightwing, and lowered her pussy onto his throbbing dick. Nightwing buried his face in her tits, kissing and sucking as Siren rode him hard. Batgirl was forgotten at this point, all thought was lost in a pure sexual stupor.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Tell me you love me!" Siren cried as she gyrated on top of Nightwing's cock.

"I love you Siren," he grunted.

"Tell me you'll kill for me!"

"I'll kill for you!"

"Yes, yes!" Siren called, as she bounced faster and faster. Finally, her eyes closed in ecstasy, she let out her High C note, triggering Nightwing to explode into her, hot cum filling her canal. Siren pulled him into a deep kiss, then collapsed onto him, out of breath after the sensational fuck fest she just experienced.

"Good boy," said Siren, pulling her dress back on. "I hope you enjoyed that Batgirl, because it's the last thing you'll ever see."

Batgirl said nothing, and just scowled at the Siren. The sinister soprano opened a drawer and pulled out a large, sharp knife.

"Robin," she said, stroking his cheek. "Be a dear and slit Batgirl's throat for me, please?"

Nightwing, still naked, took the knife and walked towards Batgirl, with nothing but a blank look in his eyes.