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Found one for Pariah too!!!

Another day. Another crisis averted. Babs quickly stripped from her Batgirl costume, tossing it in a heap on the bathroom floor. Tonight had taken a lot out of her. Facing the Riddler was never an easy task. If she saw another question mark she would scream. But as the tub filled up with water, she quickly turned off the water, sliding her naked body into the tub, feeling the magic of the heat loosen her muscles.

As she looked down at her body, she noticed more and more bruises begin to appear. “Ugh,” she said aloud. “Never gonna get a date when I look like this,” she commented, taking the soap and lathering herself. Her legs were up on the wall, as she wiggled her toes a bit, feeling the soapy suds squish between them. It had always been the simple things in life that she enjoyed. A nice hot bath. Good hot cocoa. A great mystery novel. And a game of solitaire that made her think about something other than Gotham going to hell in a hand basket.

Nightwing has his Titans. Batman had his Robin. But for her, she could only find solace in the bubble bath…. But the water, like everything else in her life, quickly got cold. She rinsed the suds from her body, and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and drying herself off. She had already laid out her civilian attire, a pair of jeans and a faded green sweater on the toilet seat. But first came her simple white, cotton undergarments. As she wiggled into them, she thought she heard something. Pausing for a moment, she realized it was just her nerves, a bit jumpy from the near death experience of earlier.

The Riddler had managed to get quite a shot. Though not noted for his hand to hand combat skills, he had managed to catch her off guard, knocking her off the rooftop. If not for the de-cel line, she would have been nothing more than a splot on Gotham’s already littered streets. It was enough to make a girl a bit jumpy. But she quickly focused on the hot water beginning to whistle on the stove as she finished dressing.

Crossing the small apartment, she made her cocoa, pouring just enough marshmallows in it to know they were there. Next came the book. Re-reading was something she never could do. With her photographic memory, books were a one time thing. Always had been. She retained any information she read with phenomenal detail. Hence, most of her money was spent on new and exciting reads. And tonight it was going to be “Murder in the Swiss Alps”.

She snuggled down under her favorite blanket, opening the book and getting ready for a quiet evening alone, and buried in the book when suddenly she heard something out in the hallway. Dog-earing the corner of the book, she set it down on the coffee table, taking a sip of her cocoa before going to investigate. But as she got halfway to the door, she heard the doorbell ring. “Great,” she said looking at herself in the hall mirror. “I get a visitor and my hair is a mess,” she said, quickly reaching for an elastic and tying it back in a pony tail. With a frown to her reflection, she headed to the door, looking through the peek hole but seeing no one there. Part of her was excited. She hoped it was Dick. It had been ages since they had seen each other. But she regained her composure, unlocking the door, and pulling the safety chain from it’s little track.

As soon as he heard the door become unlatched, Joker spun on his hip and kicked the door in hard. With a hard strike, he pummeled the bottom part of his shoe into the door, smashing whatever locks she had into place. While he turned to face her for the first time, the empty hallway echoed the breaking of the door frame, splinters shattering across the open door now.

“Ohhh Pretty all dressed up and no where to go!” Joker yelled kicking her hard into the belly to know her back against the table. “Ohhhh yes so pretty!” he said pulling out a Taser, the handle painted with a purple paint, the white joker face sloppily painted across the side of it. A flick of a button shot one wire of the taser into her body, making her convulse hard. “I took the safety off! Silly me!” Joker grinned and stated, seeing what the massive electricity would do to her body. More and more electricity shot into her, charging her through her chest where the Taser had shot itself into her flesh.

Skipping over closer, the Joker came over here and put the Taser to her throat while she finished losing control. The movement of her body aroused him, his massive white cock in his pants wanting her to say the least. It seemed he could only get off seeing a woman helpless and screaming, but that was part of the appeal to this whole thing. Taking the young and innocent daughter of Commissioner Gordon, taking her and making her into a little slut, broadcasting the whole thing at the same time.

Barbara didn’t have the chance to react. Her face filled with shock at seeing the maniac at her door. She knew she was starting to lose her edge. That was apparent with the Riddler incident earlier. But allowing him entry was too much for her to accept. Before she could say or do anything, she felt his large shoe catch her in the stomach, sending her sprawling backwards, closing in on the few inches of space she had before her back slammed into a table.

She grunted in pain, as the sharp corner dug into her back. But even through her wince of pain, she saw the Joker pull out something. A taser. She knew the object all too well. Batman had recently supplied them all with them. They seemed to be the new high tech batarang. And he had zapped them just to prove their effectiveness. But somehow, seeing the small object in the maniac’s gloved hand made her almost panic.

But panic took precious time. Something she didn’t have. She heard the pop of the taser, and then felt the jolt of voltage course through her body. Muscles began to twitch involuntarily. Her whole body shook like an earthquake. And while the pain continued, the smell of smoldering flesh was almost as gruesome.

She could see the maniac move closer to her, and yet she couldn’t react. The electricity taking complete control over her functions. But she could smell his breath. The sickening stench of him as he approached her. And then she saw the taser, against her throat, just as the original jolt of current began to wear off. She willed herself to swallow, knowing that it was the first step to regaining her composure. It was what Batman had taught her to do. And yet at the same time, she knew that the Joker hardly played the same fair game.

Her eyes locked with his. There was something sinister in his stare. Sadistic. Murderous. Erotic. And it sickened her to no extreme. While her body became still, one hand reached behind her, reaching for the phone that was on the table. She could dial 911 since she was three years old. Surely she could master the art now.

Raising his gun to the phone, he shot it point blank. He grinned
evilly as he raised the gun to her head, pointing it hard with a
pulling back of the hammer in the back. The weapon itself was a large
caliber weapon, a .45 magnum with a long 6" barrel. As the bullet it
the phone it shattered while he watched several shards of it hit her
arm and hand. Seeing the blood run out of her hand, it only seemed to
arouse him. He had cut her, first blood was his.

"Now Now, no unauthorized phone calls!" he laughingly stated, pushing
the barrel of the gun to her forehead. "Or DADDY gets it!" he says to
her, grinning from ear to ear "Ho! HO! Daddy will indeed!" he laughs
out loud, watching her wince in pain and the barrel from the gun
pressing hard into the side of her head, forcing it over to the side
and into the floor.

The Joker looked down her as she lay there. Sexually, she was a piece
of art and even more so being a hot little librarian. The nice,
adorable girl next door with full, round large breasts, nice firm legs
and an ass that you would want to fuck for hours. Even being the
Joker, he had thoughts like this. But now, more than ever, he had
thoughts of her, degrading her in ways no one every could imagine. How
no one could really imagine except for him!

Barbara winced as she heard the gun go off. She had never been a fan of guns. Or the fact that they could kill someone from a distance. To her, it was the cowardly way. But as the phone shattered into a hundred small pieces, she could feel the shards slice through her arms, cutting her, and stinging in the process. But one look told her that it was nothing too serious. No major arteries had been cut. And flesh wounds were something she had grown all to familiar with.

But as the Joker spoke, she felt her eyes grow wide. “What have you done with my father???!!!???” she screamed into the maniac’s face. He was the only family she had left. And the thought of this maniac doing anything to him made her see red. But no sooner did she manage to get the words out, she could feel the long barrel of the gun pressed against her temple. It was still hot from it’s recent discharge, and the heat and the pressure made her wince in pain. It would leave a mark. That was for certain.

But he didn’t stop there, pressing the gun harder and harder against her temple, until she had no choice but to move, rolling off the table and spilling onto the floor. In all her confrontations with the Joker as Batgirl, she would have known what to do. A Batarang…or maybe a smoke capsule. But she was helpless. And never before had she realized that the maniac possessed such strength. Strength with the insanity of the Joker was a combination she wasn’t exactly fond of. But as she rolled over to face the Joker again, not wanting to turn her back on him for a second, she could see him staring down at her. Approvingly.

She didn’t like the look in his eyes one bit. It was as if he was studying her, watching and waiting for her to make a move. Only knowing that he was one step ahead of her. With a gun pointed at her direction. But she had a few tricks of her own up her sleeve. “Discharging a gun within city limits,” she said to him shaking her head. “I would say that’s a good two years in jail,” she commented. “That’s if that gun is even registered to you. Which I highly doubt it is. Who would give a maniac like you a gun?”

Even as she spoke, her body was already moving backwards, pressing her back against the wall. Her words were laced with venom. But her mind was floating to thoughts of her father. Was the Joker bluffing? Or was her father indeed in danger? There was no way to tell with the maniac. Batman would know what to do. If there was only some way for her to get in touch with him.

Author: Oracle

Now listen up, whose idea was it to involve me in "erotic" liasons with various members of the Batman mythos? Thus far I have been portrayed as klinton on crack/heroin/rohypnol (pick one), PJPervert in a rape session during school hours, and one of those guys who prefer doggie style so they can pretend their gals are someone else! This is pure fresh and unadulterated blasphemy! What is this, Melrose Place? Flibbertigibbet!!

(insert puke graemlin here)

Apokolips is sounding better by the day, if only it weren't such a long walk from here...

I agree.....that's just twisted: taking childhood heros and destroying their wholesome images....darn it!!!!

Nowhereman ALWAYS gives me a boner.

Why not use the conspiracy thirsty moderators instead? Give them a taste of their own brew! I wish not to be a smut star!

Well, I also put a 'batman jerks off' one here...

Why not use the moderators? That would take a lot of time, but....

PJP stands on the corner of one Gotham’s worst streets in a mini-skirt and a midriff. “I really hate this job sometimes,” she thinks to herself.

For three weeks a rapist had been plaguing the city. The profilers had finally been able to get a working track on the guy, which was why she’s here.

She thinks, “I hope the guys are ready when this bastard shows up.” Her eyes sweep to the two unmarked cars filled with some of the burliest cops in Gotham City, most of who are looking forward to a rapist who tries to resist arrest.

As she continues to walk the corner she makes her one great slip up of the night, she passes an alleyway and turns her back.

A pair of masculine hands speeds out and wrap first around her mouth then around her waist.

PJP tries to throw her aggressor but finds herself lifted off the ground and carried back into the alley. She catches a flash of blonde hair as she’s carried off to her fate and her blood runs ice cold; the rapist they’re looking for was a tall, muscular male with blonde hair.

The man drags his struggling captive for several blocks; keeping mostly to the back alley’s and deserted streets. However, she’s putting up so much of a struggle, that he misses the extra shadow in the alley.

PJP is still struggling as she’s dragged into an abandoned warehouse.

The man kicks the door closed behind him and shoves PJP deeper into the warehouse. His voice is deep and gruff as he says, “Ok girly, strip down now and I won’t hurt ya.”

PJP hesitates for a second and the man starts towards her with evil on his mind. Just as he’s reaching out to grab PJP, a shadow comes swooping down and the man goes flying twenty feet as Joe Mama makes her presence known.

In the dark of the warehouse, PJP misses most of the details of the fight, but she can distinctly hear the sounds of bones giving out.

Finally the caped crusader walks over to the badly shaken woman, “Detective PJP, are you alright?”

PJP shakes her head violently for a second, “Yeah, I’m fine. Although I do have some balls to bust.”
Joe Mama nods her head and grins, “You got that right.”

Just then Pariah and over a dozen of Gotham’s finest burst through the door, “POLICE FREEZE!”

Joe Mama looks at her father, “You’re a little late Commissioner; you’ll find your perp over there.”

Three of the beat cops go over and search the scumbag before they call for the paramedics.

Meanwhile statements are taken from both Joe Mama and Detective PJP. Once all the paperwork is finished, Pariah says, “Why don’t we talk things over in my office ladies?”

Both of the feisty ladies agree and the three retreat to Pariah's office.

Once safely sequestered from prying eyes, Pariah opens up his bottom draw and pulls out three glasses and a bottle of bourbon.

Pariah pours out a measure into each glass and hand one to the ladies before taking one himself. He sits down, “Excellent work tonight ladies,” he says as he takes a small sip. “PJP, for the record, more than a few of the guys on duty tonight are going to be facing administrative punishment at the very least.”

PJP nods and takes a small sip of the liquor as her hands suddenly start to shake.

Joe Mama grabs PJP’s drink seconds before she drops it. She gently sets both drinks on the desk and wraps her arms around the other woman who suddenly breaks out in tears.

Pariah looks at his daughter and winks once he catches her eye. He then silently pads out of the room and closes the door without a sound.

Joe Mama just holds the other woman while she sobs her heart out.

PJP has completely dampened Joe Mama's shoulder by the time she’s run out of tears. She gently starts to pull away but accidentally brushes Joe Mama's breast in passing, igniting a flame of passion in both of them.

Joe Mama looks at the other woman with fire in her eyes. Her voice is slightly husky as she says, “We shouldn’t do this you know.”

Renee’s voice is equally husky, “I know, but I’m not about to stop.”

Joe Mama disengages herself just long enough to lock the door before returning to PJP’s arms.

Pariah is standing outside his office waiting for his daughter to finish comforting the shaken detective when he hears the door lock. When he hears a female moan of pleasure a few moments later, he decides it’s a good time to see if the coffee in the squad room still resembles tar.

Joe Mama claims the other woman’s lips a in a searing kiss for several seconds as she reaches behind her and grabs the woman’s pert ass.

PJP moans as Joe Mama releases her lips and drops to her knees.

Joe Mama doesn’t even bother undoing the leather mini-skirt, instead she just ducks her head a little further and goes right under it. She reaches up and quickly pulls PJP's panties down around her knees.

PJP moans loudly as she feels Batgirls tongue run along her outer lips before diving right into her core.

Joe Mama fondles PJP’s ass as her tongue searches out the detective’s clit. Her tongue hits the nub and earns a high-pitched squeal. She locks her lips around it and sucks on it as hard as she can and moments later a rather sweet liquid shoots into her mouth.

PJP just barely manages to suppress her scream as she climaxes with extreme force. Finally she collapses back into her chair leaving Joe Mama with a very shiny face and a smug grin.

Joe Mama stands up and wipes off her face, “You might want to get your panties in place while I go find the commissioner.”

PJP just manages to get her panties back where they belong before Joe Mama exits the office.

The sun was peaking at the horizon after a long night of work for Brian. He left the FedEx station kicking at occasional rocks as he drifted to his car. It had been such a long shift. Brian wasn't sure if he'd make it all the way home before...

Brian got into his beat up old Chevy Malibu Barbie Mobile and turned the engine. The streetlights shone through a heavy morning mist and dimly lit his path toward home. His path to his love. His path toward total devotion. The urge within him propelled Brian, stirred the last reserves of his consciousness. Without thinking he passed the speed limit, increasing velocity with each minute. Soon he was going twenty-five over. He didn't notice. She was the only thing he could think of.

Arriving at the home he lived in (as it was not under his name but his mother's) Brian slammed the car door shut, hardly remembering to lock the door as he dashed blindly towards the entrance of his abode. Suddenly careful to not wake anyone, Brian quietly unlocked the door and secured it behind him, finally dashing silently up to his bedroom. Finally! She was waiting for him as usual. He knew she would. He took off his purple and silver polo shirt and FedEx cap, tossing them lightly onto the dresser. He grasped the handle to the top drawer and paused, thinking breathlessly about what she would do for him tonight. Not able to contain his passion any longer he thrust open the drawer with unparalleled furosity. Kind eyes gazed down into the pile of whites and darks... his heart beating harder as seconds ticked he spoke for the first time in hours, whispering.

"Socklisa."

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"Ah good. Now I'm on the internet clearly saying I like tranny cleavage. This shouldn't get me harassed at all."
-- Lothar of the Hill People

*bows*

It was raining outside in a late thunderstorm in October. The heavy pregnant drops of water made a dull splattering sound on the double paned glass of the classroom window. It was ten minutes after the final bell had rung. Al the children had left her end of the school. Ashley let her hair down. She walked to her desk at the back of the classroom while running her fingers through her medium legnth brown hair. Pausing for a moment, Ashley gazed out through the distorted glass into the strangely dark streets. An occasional burst of lightning lit up the sky revealing the dangerous layers and curved turmoil in the thunderhead. The low resounding thunder vibrated her to the core, sending shivers up her spine as there was a knock at the locked door at the same exact moment.

Briskly Ashely tucked her hair behind her ear and strode confidantly to unlock the door. Curious as to who it might be, she quickly swung the door open. Her breath caught a little in her throat, it was Gregory from one of her classes. He was a forward on the school football team and an ace in her math class. His tall broad shoulders hunched over and his mop of golden blond hair drooped down as he stared at his shuffling feet. Ashley's heart jumped in it's rythem.

"Hi Miss.Whateverpenissaslastnameis." he said in his cracking adolescent voice. "I missed the bus. I was wondering if I could use your phone?" His face was red with embarassment. Everyone knew he had a crush on this spunky little teacher. What he didn't know was that the feeling was mutual.

"Sure," Ashley said, "come on in." She ushered the muscular boy into her room and closed the door behind them. "Make sure to dial nine for an outside call." Gregory sat in her chair and Ashley couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing his tight little butt sit where her tight little cootch was always pressed made her too hot to handle. She spread her arms out and wiped all the items off her desk. There was a confetti of math tests fluttering to the ground as Ashley slid herself luxuriously onto the veneer surface. Gregory sat motionless, stareing at the banquet she was laying out before him, his hand hovering excitedly over the phone dial. Ashley slid the reciever out of his hand and ran her tongue over it before replacing it in it's cradle. Gregory's arms fell to the armrests at his sides. Ashley rolled onto her bottom and slid to the edge of the desk, her legs straddling his lap, hovering just inches above his jock strap - balanced perfectly on the corner of her desk.

Ashley leaned her head in towards his, brushing his cheek with her lips. She ran her tongue along his ear and whispered, "I want you to take me," in a husky murmur. Gregory didn't move or say anything so she pulled his mouth to hers and dropped onto his lap, the only thing binding her throbbing, needy vagina was her underwear as she had lifted up her skirt. The instant she dropped on him it seemed to shake him out of his shocked paralysis.

"This is so fucked up!" Gregory exclaimed, standing up suddenly and almost knocking Ashley to the floor. He could smell her cunt's fishy odor and tentitively checked the front of his football uniform pants to see if she'd squirted on him or something.

"Shit!" Ashley was at a loss. Whenever she did this to the other kids they always played along! Gregory was almost out of her reach, headed to the door. He grabbed the handle but she had luckilly had the forsight to lock it. Ashley grabbed her heavy-duty stapler. "Get back here, Gregory," she warned. "Step away from the door and give me some hot dickings."

"Fuck!" Gregory scrambled with the doorknob, violantly trying to escape. Ashley had no choice. She hurled the stapler at Gregory. It made a sickening thud as it collided with his temple. He went down like a rock.

"That's just fucking FINE." Ashley picked up the stapler. "What am I supposed to tell the damn football coach?" She raised the stapler in her arm and brought it down in a crushing blow on Gregory's skull again. Methodically, almost mechanically, she repeated her action, smashing, smashing, smashing at the beautiful boy's mushy head.

Holy fuck!

Hhahahhahahahhahahahahahahah!!

LOVE IT

Rack the uschis.......that was funny!

uh huh. "funny." riiiiiiiiiight.

It was an overcast day, the kind of day you want to spend in the home, not leaving. A gray day. So on a whim, as she had no home to lounge in, Uschi drove a couple thousand miles to Canada. There was a bright pink door and the brown lawn of autumn was strewn with sticky My Little Ponies. Uschi picked one up, it was a scratch and sniff. She scratched and sniffed, "this one smells like penis." Uschi shoved the pony down her pants and rubbed it furiously. Removing it from her pants, she smelled it again. "Now it smells like sex!" She knocked on the door. Klinton answered.

"Hello, Usch!" Klinton said, merrilly (he's gay).

"Hello, Klint!" Uschi said dykishly (she's a scholar).

Klinton invited Uschi into his home. They ate crumpets and drank tea and generally gayed about. They discussed a range of topics, ponies to vaginas. Uschi asked, "Klinton, where is your honey-bunny?"

"He's gone to Austrailia and won't be back for three hours," Klinton informed her.

"Lets make fuck," suggested Uschi.

"But..." Klinton faultered, "but I'm gay."

"That's okay," Uschi crooned. "I'm gay too. It works."

With that they stripped. Klinton sported a king-kong-dong that blossomed out of his pants like one of those time-lapse videos of flowers at dawn. Uschi's kinda hung there, no comparison at all in legnth or girth. "I guess this means you're on top then, huh?" Uschi chuckled.

(dinner time. I'll be back to finish this)

"Yes." Klinton didn't giggle. He seriously was gonna be on top. Both of them were still pretty flaccid so Uschi came up with a idea. She went in for an awkward hug and whispered softly in Klinton's ear, "Roooobb Kammmpphausssssssennn." Like a shot they were both as gay and hard as a couple of hard gay things.

Uschi dropped to her knees and ed Klinton's until he ed on her face and she went . They both for a good ten minutes.

Then Klinton rogered Uschi's asshole.

When they finished, Uschi thanked Klinton for the cookies and went home.

THE END!

le awesome.

MAN DIAPER!

I'm afraid of asking Oosh to write fiction involving me.

But of course, that would NEVER happen...

That's a WF: TG card. You'll see...

There was a bright pink door and the brown lawn of autumn was strewn with sticky My Little Ponies. Uschi picked one up, it was a scratch and sniff. She scratched and sniffed, "this one smells like penis." Uschi shoved the pony down her pants and rubbed it furiously. Removing it from her pants, she smelled it again. "Now it smells like sex!"

repeat

Damn Wilderbeest! That's for research, right?!