by Dr. Chloroform
Batman awoke from the chloroform to find himself chained to a bed. The Dark Queen, now in her evening gown instead of the Supergirl she had used to trick the Dark night, smiled at him. He looked down to see his utility belt had been removed. "I hope you enjoyed your nap," The Dark Queen said, "As soon as the Girl of Steel arrives we can have some fun." It was at that moment when Supergirl burst through the wall, and with a single punch knocked the Dark Queen out. She quickly freed Batman and helped him to his feet. Then she bound and gagged her unconscious arch enemy. "Are you all right, Batman?" Supergirl asked. "Yes, Supergirl, thank you," Batman said, and then he put a chloroformed soaked handkerchief over her nose and mouth. The Maid of Might's eyes went wide as the odor of chloroform invaded her nostrils. It was only then she noticed the strange look in the Caped Crusader's eyes. The Dark Queen must have hypnotized him, Supergirl thought, and knew she could only break free of the chloroform trap by harming Batman. Deciding against that, the noble Supergirl allowed herself to succumb to the chloroform, and fell into darkness . . .
Supergirl awoke to find herself in handcuffs and leg irons, seated in the passenger's seat of the batmobile. The hypnotized Batman who had chloroformed her was driving her to an unknown fate. The Girl of Steel tested the shackles, but found them unbreakable. It took her a moment to realize that their was a fine glowing green power on the chains. "Kryptonite," Batman explained, "Not enough to harm you, but more then enough to keep you helpless." "And do you always carry around handcuffs and leg irons with you," Supergirl asked, someone frustrated but aroused at the same time. "Ever since I started battling Catwoman," Batman answered, "She's kinky too." "Batman, you've got to fight the hypnotism the Dark Queen put you under," Supergirl pleaded, "You don't really want to keep me prisoner." "Actually I do," Batman replied, "The Dark Queen's in jail. I gave her a whiff of the chloroform and left her for the police. Her little mind game on me made me realize that I've been attracted to you all along." "Me?" Supergirl asked incredulously, "I'm not as . . . slinky as Catwoman." "I wouldn't say that," Batman said, glancing over to her and smiling, "Besides, you're a cute blonde in an attractive costume. Who wouldn't want to take you prisoner?" "Well, I can't blame you," Supergirl admitted, "So, what are you going to do to me?" "Take you to the batcave, and then have my way with you," Batman said as he pulled over to the side of the road and produced the chloroform bottle and rag, "Or I can let you go. I think that we have a mutual attraction, but I'm not about to take advantage of a helpless woman. It's your choice."
Supergirl shaked with laughter, almost unable to breathe. Batman was relentless in tickling her pretty stockinged feet. As she was shackled with kryptonite dusted handcuffs Supergirl was helpless to prevent the assault on her sensitive stockinged soles. Suddenly Batman's gloved fingers stopped their tickling, and Supergirl looked breathlessly up at him. "Now what?" She managed to ask. "The next step," Batman answered as he pulled out a sinister shaft like device from his utility belt. "What's that for?" Supergirl asked, her eyes wide in horror. Batman pressed a button on the shaft, and it expanded into a batshaped paddle. He pulled Supergirl up and put her over his knee. Then he began to whack her bottom with the device. "It's my batpaddle," Batman answered between whacks, "Catwoman got it for me for Christmas." "I have to meet this Catwoman person," Supergirl thought as she shapely bottom was paddled, "She has such interesting ideas." More to come . . .
After what seemed to be hours of paddling Batman lifted Supergirl up and seated her on his lap. There was a smile on his face, his identity but not his attractiveness hidden behind his mask. She smiled back at him, feeling wonderful despite all that had happened to her. To Supergirl, this had been a secret dream come true, or at least part of one. "Now what should we do next?" Batman asked, caressing her pantyhose clad legs. "If I were you, I'd kiss me right about now," Supergirl replied, and the two of them began to kiss passionately. Suddenly Batman felt his hands cuffed behind his back, and his ankles cuffed. Supergirl leaped off his lap, her own shackles now missing. The look on the Caped Crusader amused the Maid of Might as she put on her boots. "Your spanking and tickling me shacked off all the kryptonite dust," Supergirl explained, picking up the chloroform bottle and soaking a handkerchief with it's contents, "Now your mine, Batman." "Supergirl, wait, I . . . MMFFF," Batman's plea was interrupted by the sickly sweet cloth clamped over his face by the Girl of Steel. "Sweet dreams, Batman," Supergirl said as the Darknight's eyes fluttered and closed . . .More Soon
Batman awoke to find himself chained to the bed. A cold and wet creamy sensation hit his face the moment he opened his eyes. He looked to see Supergirl there, standing with a can of whipped cream, liberally coating his face with the confection. "What . . . HMMPH?" Batman was about to ask a question, but his words were interrupted with a flow of whip cream directly into his mouth. "Sometimes I have to open up a can a whup ass on a villain, but since your a hero," Supergirl said with a sly smile, "I thought whip cream would be better. I'm going to lick it off your handsome face, and then have my way with you. What do you think about that?" "I think it's a super idea," Batman replied, with a smile on his face. "I thought you would," Supergirl said, and bent down and began to enjoy her just dessert.
The End.