A predicament most devious.

"Hmmmmpfff. Hmmmmpff. HMMMMMFFFFFHHHHHH."

Batgirl moaned and squirmed as the vibrations pulsed through all her sensitive areas. After about thirty seconds, the vibrations stopped, and the red-headed heroine slumped in the chair she was bound to. Yes, bound. Her arms were secured to the armrests with strong steel bands. Her legs were tied to the chair legs via steel-reinforced ropes. A cleave gag made from some form of cloth was tied around her face, with the ball-shaped knot inside her mouth. That by itself would have been bad enough for Batgirl. her situation was humiliating, but she could live with that. But it didn't stop there. Her adversary had gone above and beyond to humiliate and disgrace her.

The purple suit that clung to her like a second skin, showing every detail and contour, had been torn and cut in certain places. Those places were her crotch and her breasts. To make matters worse, upon being defeated, her opponent had taken the liberty to attach a few items to her. A steel dildo was shoved inside her pussy, filling her up in a humiliating, but slightly arousing way. A steel buttplug was **** inside her until then unused anus, stretching her in ways she had never experienced until this moment. Two steel alligator clamps were snapped onto her nipples, the sharp serrated teeth digging painfully into her sensitive nipples. A steel dome-shaped helmet was strapped to her head, hiding most of her flaming red locks.

From each object, two wires ran towards a large machine bolted against the wall. It looked like a slot machine, and for all intents and purposes, it WAS a slot machine.

It was made from wood and steel, and painted in the most garish combination of colours you could find. Above the slots reels, you could see the words BREAK BANK in flaked golden paint. However, the word bank was scratched out rather amateuristicly, and replaced by the word BAT. Just as Batgirl was looking at the machine, fear and tears in her eyes, and her cheeks flushed with no shortage of arousal, the large pull lever moved down by itself, and the reels began to spin. From a speaker built underneath the reels, the obnoxiously loud voice of Harley Quinn began to speak.

"SPIN SPIN SPIN. IF YOU'RE LUCKY, YOU WIN GREAT PRIZES. YOU MIGHT EVEN BREAK BANK. NO, WAIT, THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE BAT. BREAK BAT, YES, YOU MIGHT DO THAT."

It repeated that same line every time the reels started spinning, and Batgirl was sick and tired of it. But there was nothing she could do about it. She was securely tied to the chair, with no way of escaping. *DING*. The first reel stopped on a lemon, and the dildo, buttplug, and clamps began to vibrate softly. *DING* The second reel stopped on a cherry, and the vibrations increased in strength.

"HMMPPPFFFFF. UUUFFFFFF."

Batgirl moaned loudly as her sensitive bits were stimulated by the sex toys. *DING* The last reel stopped on a lightning bolt.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF."

She shook and spasmed as the vibrations were joined by a low-powered electric current running straight into her pussy, ass, and nipples. That was how the toys were rigged to the slot machine. If the reels stopped on any of the fruits, they would vibrate, with their intensity increasing the more matching fruits lined up. But if it stopped on a lightning bolt, an electric current would flow through the wire instead. So far, she had never gone beyond two lightning bolts, and for that she was thankful. Harley had said that if three lined up, the helmet she wore would also activate, potentially frying her brain and killing her from the electrical overload.

She panted heavily when the vibrations and current stopped. A layer of sweat covered her skin, and a different layer of liquid flowed from her pussy. She was ashamed to admit, but the pleasure **** on her by the machine had made her cum more than once. Certainly, more than she usually came when she was pleasuring herself.

"SPIN SPIN SPIN. IF YOU'RE LUCKY, YOU WIN GREAT PRIZES. YOU MIGHT EVEN BREAK BANK. NO, WAIT, THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE BAT. BREAK BAT, YES, YOU MIGHT DO THAT."

Her eyes snapped open and shot towards the machine where she saw the reels turning. *DING* a lightning bolt. The toys and clamps lit up with electricity and her muffled screams echoed through the abandoned warehouse. *DING* a second lightning bolt lined up, and the electricity increased. Batgirl jerked violently against her binds to no avail. Her muscles tensed and rippled from the electric current running through her, and her pussy and ass were in indescribable agony. Her nipples felt like they were about to tear off as the sharp clamps swung heavily to match the jerky motions of her large breasts.

*DING* With tear-stained eyes, Batgirl saw the third reel stop on an orange, and the searing pain instantly switched to pleasure as the four objects began to vibrate strongly.

"OFFFF GOOOFFFFF. FUUUHHHH FUUUUHHH FUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH."

She trusted her hips out as much as she could her body writhing in pleasure as another orgasm rippled through her. With a clank, the arm reset vertically, and the vibrations stopped, causing Batgirl to slump back into the chair. How many orgasms was that? Ten? Twenty? She no longer knew. She had no idea how long she had been left like this, but it sure felt like an eternity. *CLANK*.

"SPIN SPIN SPIN. IF YOU'RE LUCKY, YOU WIN GREAT PRIZES. YOU MIGHT EVEN BREAK BANK. NO, WAIT, THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE BAT. BREAK BAT, YES, YOU MIGHT DO THAT."

Again, the reels started spinning, and Batgirl waited with bated breath, dreading if this might be the last time.

*DING* The first reel stopped on a lightning bolt, and Batgirl jerked against her binds as the current began anew. *DING* The second reel stopped, also a lighting bolt. Batgirl screamed as much as the gag allowed, and her body felt like it was on fire from the frequent rounds of electricity She turned her head to the machine, sight watery from tears, as the third and final reel stopped with a deafening *DING*. The third lightning bolt lined up with the other two.

The pain from the current intensified once more, and Batgirl felt like she was about to pass out from pain alone. She felt a tingle inside her head and resigned herself to a slow and painful **** as her brain was about to be fried, and her world went dark.

"FUCK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Harley's melodramatic scream filled the abandoned greenhouse she and Poison Ivy had taken up residence in. The two lovers were sitting on the couch in front of a large flatscreen TV. They had been watching Batgirl's ordeal the whole time through a camera built into the slot machine, but now the screen was black. The greenhouse was dark as well. As was the garden around the house. And the industrial complex around that. In fact, the whole of Gotham had gone dark.

"I told you you put too much juice into that thing."

Ivy's voice was laced with a mock teasing tone, clearly amused by Harley's over-exaggerated behaviour.

"Shut up. I did all the boring calculations, it was supposed to work fine."

Harley pulled out a sheet of paper from somewhere and Ivy saw a line of numbers that had nothing to do with any form of calculations, and half of the sheet was covered by a crude drawing of a bat-themed woman with a lot of lightning bolts around her.

"Yes, clearly. The only thing it did fine was cause a city-wide blackout."

Harley sighed, crumpled up the part, and threw it carelessly into a waste bin.

"Oh well, better luck next time. It was fun to watch while it lasted though."

Harley plumped down on the couch next to Ivy, and the green-skinned woman wrapped an arm around her friend.

"That it was love. That it was."

Back in the warehouse, Batgirl opened her eyes. She wasn't dead? She was fine in fact. The warehouse was pitch black, she couldn't see a single thing, but she was alive. After a moment, the lights turned back on as the Gotham powerplant rebooted the grid. She could see smoke coming from the slot machine, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that the final current burned out the device. Now if only she could get out of her restraints, then everything could go back to normal.

"SPIN SPIN SPIN. IF YOU'RE LUCKY, YOU WIN GREAT PRIZES. YOU MIGHT EVEN BREAK BANK. NO, WAIT, THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE BAT. BREAK BAT, YES, YOU MIGHT DO THAT."

Batgirl's eyes widened in shock as the arm moved down, and the reels began to spin. *DING* A cherry. *DING* Another cherry. *DING*. A third cherry. With each reel, the steel toys inside and on her body began to vibrate stronger and stronger. By the time the third cherry had stopped, she was already cumming. And she did;t stop cumming until the machine reset thirty seconds later. It seemed that the electrical part might have burned out, but the other half still worked as intended.

"SPIN SPIN SPIN. IF YOU'RE LUCKY, YOU WIN GREAT PRIZES. YOU MIGHT EVEN BREAK BANK. NO, WAIT, THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE BAT. BREAK BAT, YES, YOU MIGHT DO THAT."

Batgirl groaned as the reels began to spin again. This was going to be a loooong night.