Damage control and investigations

Back in the basement, he ignored the furiously masturbating Wonder Woman in the control room- obviously getting off on her master’s swift victory over her former ally – and carried Batgirl into cell number 5. The room was completely bare except for a few hooks here and there, the camera on the ceiling and the control panel on the wall. As he wasn’t expecting this particular guest, Matt decided to dump her into the only cell he hadn’t yet customized in any way until he got an epiphany on how he wanted to train her. He already had a few ideas moving around in his head, but none had reached a final stage.

After laying Batgirl on the ground more gently than not, he removed the handcuffs and started stripping her of clothes and equipment. As much as he liked her skin-tight suit, it limited his options on training her, so it had to go for now. He removed the knee-high bronze boots; he liked their design. The top of the shaft was actually shaped like a bat and they had a 3’ wedge heel that gave Batgirl’s strong legs and thighs an amazing boost. He would definitely put those back on her later. Next were her accessories, her utility belt was swiftly removed and with it most of her weaponry, her cowl and cape were placed on the ground next to it.

He halted shortly to check out her facial features. Barbara Gordon – as she was known by her real name – had a well sculptured face. High cheekbones, an overall enticing form and a relatively small nose. On top of that she had hit a genetic bingo and received the awesome combination of natural dark red hair and piercing green eyes, which Matt had to pinch open to inspect. While he was on it, he checked her ears – no ear buds, so she was probably working alone. That was good news as he wasn’t to keen on having the entire bat family descending on him in rage. Especially since most of them were man and he just didn’t swing that way.

Focussing back on his prize, he peeled off the tight but sturdy leggings as well as her armoured gloves and body armour. At last she was bared before him in nothing but a plain black bra and panties combo. Too bad, Matt had hoped for bat-themed lace panties, but you can’t have everything it seems.

As for bondage, he kept it simple for now. He retrieved 2 pairs of iron shackles from his storage and locked one on each her wrists and ankles. Then he fastened her ankle chain to a hook on the ground and the wrist chain to the corresponding one on the ceiling. She was now hanging suspended from her arms with no way of kicking or moving due to the anchor on the ground. To finish the ensemble, he grabbed a standard ballgag and waited for his target to wake.

He didn’t have to wait long though. After a few minutes of swinging, **** number 3 began to move and slowly opened her eyes. “Whammmpf” was all she got out before he rammed the red ball into her mouth and silenced her.

“We’ll talk later, Ms. Cocky” Matt laughed as he left the redhead alone in her cell, taking her bundled costume with him.

In the control room, Wonder Woman had finished her masturbation session and was ready to greet her victorious master back. “An amazing fight, sir. She didn’t have the slightest chance even though she trains like a madwoman” the amazon cheered amazed.

“Yes, thank you. But now we need to find out if someone else knows that she came here or if she was in fact alone” he said while searching her utility belt for her phone or communications device.

He got lucky in her middle pocket, it seemed that even superheroes sometimes can’t get better equipment than Joe Average. Batgirl was using a simple smartphone, like every teenager. Only that hers was untraceable and impossible to hack thanks to the work of Wayne Industries. Going back into the cell, he **** the violently struggling heroine to unlock it with her fingerprint before he changed the pin code to have better access.

Back outside, Matt began his own investigation. Her banking app told him that she had arrived in Boston yesterday. She had taken the train from Gotham and seemingly had left no vehicle he had to take care of. Her messenger didn’t yield any interesting results, he guessed that those were Barbara Gordon’s contacts and not Batgirls. However, hidden in a folder he found an unnamed app which depicted a bat. They actually had a fucking bat family app…

Opening it, he found a variety of different functions. A map depicting safe houses and secure contacts used by the bats as well as a familiar seeming messaging system that would probably lead to a lawsuit should Facebook have the balls to sue Batman. In it there were no messages regarding Matt and the location sharing was currently turned off, which was a big relief for him. Furthermore, the app had an emergency button. His victim luckily hadn’t had the opportunity to press it due to their short and decisive fight.

Being sure that his operation was not in immediate danger, he turned the phone off just to be sure and stored it safely in his basement desk. He thought about releasing some steam with Diana before going back to soften up the little bat.