The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the authors.
It was a hot summer night. The air was dry and humid, the streets smelled like urine, and the homeless were all around. A lone figure prowled the city's roof tops, swinging on a nylon cord attached to a grappling hook. The figure was that of a female, and she was quick and agile.
Her name was Batgirl, and she was in New York City looking for someone. She was searching for the teenage heroine known as Wonder Girl. The young Amazon had disappeared weeks ago, and no one knew where she was. The girl had gone to Gateway City to visit her sister, Wonder Woman. But Wonder Woman and the Justice League were off the planet, out in deep space. They were on a strange world, fighting an alien war that threatened the galaxy. The League had not been heard from in months.
Queen Hippolyta had grown concerned over the absence of her young daughter. So the Queen had contacted League HQ, hoping to get their help. Batgirl had been in the Batcave when the Queen's message had been routed to Batman by the League's computer. But Batman was gone with the League also, so Batgirl decided to find the teen herself.
Batgirl had travelled to Gateway City, where she learned that the teenager had found out that a friend of hers had vanished, and was supposedly in New York working as a stripper. Wonder Girl then went to the city to find her missing friend. Batgirl searched throughout Gateway City, but the trail grew cold.
So Barbara Gordon hopped a plane and was in New York City. She donned her Batgirl outfit, and hit the streets. She knocked a few heads together and learned that there was a striptease club that featured a
Wonder Girl dancer; the place was called the Justice Club. It was a strip joint that dressed its dancers like superheroines, and had them strip for the customers.
Batgirl found out where the club was located, and decided to pay the place a visit. She arrived at the club and studied it from a building across the street. The Justice Club looked like a very high class
establishment. It catered to a selective audience that consisted of both men and women. Batgirl knew it was owned by a man named Thorne, but she knew nothing about the man.
Batgirl had on her shiny black lycra bodysuit, yellow gloves, and a yellow utility belt. A large yellow bat insignia covered her upper chest, and was pushed out proudly by her twin enormous globes. She had on her blue cowl and cape, also. She wore yellow leather boots with moderate spike heels, and her uniform fit her curvy body like a second skin. Batgirl was a beautiful girl, and she was hot. She was the
fantasy of many a man.
She wore no bra, and her nipples were erect and rubbed against her tight lycra top. Barbara always felt sexy when she wore her body hugging uniform. She liked wearing revealing outfits and leather. But her costume would not be best for doing her investigation of the club. Babs didn't want to attract attention while she was looking around, so she went to check out the club as Barbara Gordon in the day time.
The place had female patrons, so she could blend into the crowd easily. Babs wore a blue dress that showed off her figure and bosom. Her red hair rested on muscular shoulders. She paid the admission cover charge, and went inside. Barbara was impressed by the interior of the club. There were several different stages, and each contained one or two dancers. They were all dressed as various heroines.
Barbara saw strippers dressed as Supergirl, Storm, Mary Marvel, The Invisible Woman, Black Canary, and other female crime fighters. She knew there was supposed to be a Wonder Girl at the club. But she had not seen the dancer yet. She had seen a photo on the wall, and the girl resembled Wonder Girl, but it was hard to tell, since the girl in the picture was made up differently. After watching a large number of the acts, but still not seeing the object of her search, Babs left with the intention of making a more thorough search later, in a much more daring outfit.
* * * * *
She returned that night in full costume as Batgirl, and snuck into the club. There were even more dancers there dressed as heroines at night. Many of the patrons were in costume, as well. Barbara blended easily into the crowd. She walked around leisurely looking for Wonder Girl. She counted at least three other Batgirls, but they were dressed in rather skimpy versions of her own costume.
Batgirl watched the strippers, and she was appalled at what they did. The dancers didn't just strip, they also put on lewd sex shows for the customers. But Babs was also captivated by the dancers, as well. She
wondered what it must be like to have that kind of power over men.
A couple of goons came toward her, and told Batgirl the owner wanted to see her. One of the goons made the mistake of grabbing her by the arm, and Batgirl went into defensive mode. She punched the thug smack in the face, and he reeled back, then his partner attacked. She brought up her leg and kicked the guy in the groin; he doubled over in pain. Batgirl made quick work of the goons, and they were soon in a heap on the floor. She then stormed into the owner's office.
Batgirl was surprised when she saw Thorne. He was a very handsome man, and she was instantly attracted to him. He had short brown hair, piercing grey eyes, and he was tall and muscular. Batgirl felt her vagina tingle with the first signs of arousal; she had to maintain her self control.
She shook off her feelings and stared at Thorne menacingly. Babs was there for a reason, after all. She lost the initiative, though. "Who the hell are you?" Thorne demanded. The authority in his voice startled Batgirl for some reason.
"I'm Batgirl," she answered defiantly.
"I don't need another Batgirl," he stated. "But you have a good body, maybe I can find another character for you to impersonate."
"I'm the real Batgirl, asshole," she hissed at him, "not one of your two-bit whores."
"You are the genuine article, aren't you?" Thorne asked her. "Well, I'll be damned. You could make a lot of money as a stripper."
"Where's Wonder Girl?" Batgirl demanded. "I know she's here, you fiend, and probably under your diabolical control."
"Wonder Girl is here," he confessed. "But she's working for me now, and I'm not about to let her go. You'll be working for me soon, as well. But if you really want to see Wonder Girl, then I suggest you
look behind you, my dear."
Batgirl heard a noise behind her, and spun around. She turned to see Wonder Girl standing before her, wearing tassels and a g-string. Batgirl's mouth dropped open in shock. "Wonder Girl, what's going on?"
she asked the teenage girl.
Smiling, Wonder Girl responded, "I've found my true calling in life. I belong here, where I can faithfully serve my lord and master. Soon, you will see the light, and feel as I do."
Batgirl was alarmed. She was in over her head, and was aware that they all knew it. Thorne had control over Wonder Girl, and he meant to enslave her next. She had to escape his clutches. Babs reached for her utility belt to grab a smoke screen pellet. But someone grabbed her arms from behind. She looked and saw Thorne gripping her arms. Batgirl struggled, but he was too strong for her.
"Naughty, naughty, Batgirl," Wonder Girl chided. "We can't let you get away and ruin master's plans." The Amazon reached for Batgirl's belt, and tore it from her slender waist. Batgirl was helpless, and now
a prisoner. Wonder Girl clipped her on the chin with her fist, and knocked the Dark Damsel unconscious.
* * * * *
Batgirl awoke, and realized that she was tied to a chair in Thorne's office. She was bound securely with rope. Her hands had been tied behind her back, and the rope was wrapped around her body and legs. She noticed that she still had on her cowl and uniform, so she figured that Thorne had sinister plans for her.
Batgirl's eyes widened in terror as she saw Thorne in front of her. He was sitting in his chair, and Wonder Girl was sitting on the floor between his legs, sucking his massive cock lovingly. The teenage girl was noisly and expertly slurping on his throbbing organ. She was content, and appeared to be enjoying giving the man oral sex.
Thorne had somehow gained power over the Amazon, and was using her for his sex toy. Batgirl was awed by how big his penis was. She licked her lips as she watched his exposed member. Babs found herself wishing she were the one sucking that hunk of meat. What was happening to her!?
Thorne groaned, and Batgirl knew he was cumming in Wonder Girl's mouth. She watched with fascination as the youth eagerly swallowed his semen into her stomach. Batgirl wondered if Thorne was fucking the girl; he most likely was doing her. He finished spewing, and pushed Wonder Girl aside as he fastened his trousers, and walked toward Batgirl.
"Let me go, you bastard!" Batgirl growled at him.
"No way, bitch," he replied. "You're here for good, and you're going to make me tons of money. A new character stripper should be a big hit."
"Never!" she yelled back. "I'll never be your slave!"
Thorne lifted her head, and stared into her frightened eyes. She couldn't look away from his gaze. His eyes turned crimson, and glowed eerily. "You're not only going to be my slave, Batgirl. You're going to be everybody but Batgirl!"
Batgirl's eyes glazed over, and her face went blank. She could feel him inside her head as he asserted his will upon her. He was altering her mind, and taking control of her soul. Babs was dizzy, and her brain
wasn't functioning properly. She couldn't think clearly.
Thorne felt her will power and resistance fade away. Batgirl tried to fight his influence, but he was too powerful for her. He was in her mind, and he was changing her personality. Batgirl felt her soul drain out of her body, to be replaced by Thorne's thoughts and desires for her to serve him. She was becoming a new person, and her existance revolved around Thorne. He started to fondle her heaving bosom, and she moaned as her face betrayed her desire for his touch.
* * * * *
The next evening, the DJ announced, "Ladies and Gents! The Justice Club is proud to present the debut of its latest attraction. Put your hands together, and welcome ----- Catwoman!" The audience erupted into applause, and loud rock music blared from the speakers. The stage went dark, except for a single spotlight.
The light aimed up toward the ceiling, where it showed a lone figure crouching on a steel beam. Catwoman leapt from the beam, flipped in the air and landed on the stage. She quickly stood and threw up her arms to her sides, clawed fingers pointing outwards menacingly. This caused her abundant breasts to stick out prominantly, two mountains in royal purple for the crowd to adore. The jet black hair streaming out the back of her cowl hung over a long purple cape added to her costume just for the show.
The crowd cheered as Catwoman glared at them intensely. Then her tongue came out of her mouth and she senuously licked her red lips. She wore her purple Catwoman costume with black thigh high boots and opera length gloves, and had a long bullwhip in the top of her right boot. She unclipped the bullwhip, and tossed it into the audience.
Catwoman danced erotically to the music, and let the beat sweep over her body. She swirled her cape around seductively, and then unclasped the cape and let it fall to the floor. She kept on her cowl and mask. Catwoman grabbed the pole at the center of the stage, and spun around with wild abandon. Her pelvis undulated suggestively as she held on to the pole and danced. This dancer was showing signs of having good dance training, which kicked in as she swung her hips back and forth to the music.
Catwoman danced and gyrated lewdly for the customers as she was supposed to do. She went to the front of the stage and waited. The announcer blared, "Now, folks! Catwoman will show us her best kept
secret!"
With that, Catwoman stripped off her top without hesitation. Normally, she would've objected to stripping, but she no longer was able to object to anything, thanks to Thorne. The top came off over her
shoulder length black gloves, and these remained on.
The villainess assumed her power stance, hands on her hips and legs apart, as she leered at the crowd. The audience ogled her bare tits and cheered. Catwoman knew she had glorious breasts, and she liked showing them off for the customers. She jumped off the stage and sat down in the lap of a man in the front row. Catwoman squirmed her ass around over the man's crotch, and proceeded to give him a wild lap dance. The patrons roared their encouragement.
Catwoman gave the guy a thrill, and then jumped back up on to the stage. She cupped her swollen tits, and lifted them to her open mouth. Catwoman lowered her head and began licking her erect brown nipples. She trembled with lust as she mauled her own tits. Her tongue expertly lapped around each of the hard nubs.
Catwoman stuffed her left breast into her mouth, and hungrily sucked the creamy mound. Her pussy was dripping wet by this time as she pleasured herself for the crowd. The dancer gave the best performance she could, for she knew this was her life now, and she wanted to be successful at her new profession.
Catwoman spun around and did a split on the stage. She rubbed her breasts in opposite directions, and pulled her nipples roughly. She laid back on the stage, and pumped her hips up and down in waves. Then she got up and made her rounds of the men sitting at the stage. Catwoman collected money from each man, and thanked them with a french kiss. The men would be booking private sessions with her later.
She bent at the waist, and slowly peeled off her purple tights. She pulled them down over her plentiful ass, and shook her behind at the drooling men. She slipped the tights off and only retained her cowl,
gloves and boots. Catwoman spread her slender legs for the hooting men, and showed them her glistening cunt. The crowd exhaled in unison as they got to see Catwoman's naked vagina and red pubic hair. No one seemed to pick up on the fact that her pubic hair was so different from Catwoman's beautiful raven mane.
Catwoman slipped her left hand between her legs and vigorously stroked her elongated clit with her sharply pointed claws, while the claws on her right hand took hold of each nipple, pinching and squeezing them alternately for the crowd's benefit. She quivered and shouted in joy as she brought herself to orgasm. The crowd yelled out its approval, and encouraged her to continue masturbating. Catwoman smiled sexily and thanked them for the compliments and degrading remarks. She got hotter as the crowd shouted obscenities at her.
A chair was brought onto the stage, and Catwoman sat down to face the audience. She spread her legs open, and started fingering her cunt for the customers. The dancer slid her fingers into her sopping pit, and spread her pussy lips so the people could view the pink insides of her cunt. She pumped her digits in and out of her gaping hole.
The crowd watched in silence as the dynamic damsel lost her pride and dignity. She was acting like a whore, and she loved every second of it. Catwoman pinched her nipples as she sawed her fingers into her seething channel. Her inner thighs were thick with her leaking honey. Her breathing grew labored, and her hips bounced up and down wantonly. How would these people react if they knew she wasn't really Catwoman? She had become one of the costumed sluts she'd loathed earlier.
The dancer quickened the pace of her finger fucking as she built to climax. Her hand was a blur as she frigged her cunt madly. Her body suddenly lurched upward and she went rigid. Catwoman threw back her head and screamed out as she was consumed by a mind blowing orgasm that sent her over the edge.
Catwoman convulsed and twitched insanely in the chair as she came over and over. Sex had never been so good. She adored being fucked in front of spectators. This was her new life, and she willingly embraced it with passion. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she writhed and bucked in the chair.
Her hand dug deeper into her spasming vagina as her free hand molested her generous breasts. She was like an animal, she acted purely on instinct. Her thighs twisted and jerked in circles. Catwoman pushed her arm forward and jammed her entire fist into her cunt with a swift lunge. She was on the stage, fisting her own cunt for the crowd.
Here was this awesome female, fisting her pussy, and she knew no shame. Thorne was stunned. Batgirl had far surpassed all his expectations and managed to surprise him. Batgirl had no self respect or morals left. She only lived to fuck and serve her master. She called out in pleasure as she came several times from her manical fist-fucking.
Catwoman kept performing for the next hour, and had countless orgasms. She was reallly popular among the patrons, and her dance card was rapidly booked. At the finish of her show, Catwoman stripped off her cowl, allowing her waist length black hair to fly freely as she shook her head. Then, to the surprise of everyone, Catwoman peeled off the black wig she was wearing, revealing the brilliant red hair that matched her cunt hair. Batgirl collapsed on the stage spent, and a nervous mass of flesh. Two large naked black men came out and they each had massive erections.
Batgirl crawled on her knees to the men, and proceeded to suck their cocks, taking both penises into her mouth at the same time. The black men came all over her face and tits. Batgirl voraciously swallowed their sperm and begged for more. She was soon covered in cum, and she rolled around on stage and rubbed the semen into her skin.
The men then fucked Batgirl and came in her stretched cunt until the jism dripped out of her. At the end of it all, Batgirl was babbling incoherently and didn't know who she was. She had become Thorne's
ultimate dancer, stripper and slutty whore, Anygirl. The men dragged her backstage and hosed their spunk off the fallen heroine. She had become a true whore and grovelled in depravity. Anygirl only wanted to suck and fuck from that point on. Thorne was pleased.
The DJ told the crowd Anygirl would be out again after she had some time to rest, to tend to her private appointments, and change into a different costume. Another dancer came out, and Thorne started thinking about which helpless heroine would become his next victim and serve the Justice Club.
The End. Yenoc, with help from Steve
