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Archive name: hingis.txt (MF, rp, oral, celeb) 
Authors name: Anonymous Author
Story title : Martina Hingis as Batgirl

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Martina Hingis as Batgirl (MF, rp, oral, celeb) 
by Anonymous Author

***

Batgirl is a registered trademark of DC comics. I am in
no way condoning the behavior described in the follow-
ing story.

***

Martina was still unsure as to why she had decided to 
take up running about at night dressed up as a bat. 
Perhaps it gave her a thrill that professional tennis no 
longer did, perhaps it was just another way to seek 
attention. But she knew one thing about it, and that was 
she was enjoying herself.

The last four months made her feel so alive. On her first 
night, wearing her costume based on the one worn by the 
TV Batgirl from the sixties, she was shaking as she 
stumbled upon the criminals stealing the computer 
equipment from the warehouse, but took them on anyway.

She was surprised to discover how slow and cumbersome 
they were compared to her own fast and lithe form, and 
how easy it was to dispatch them. And so it had been with 
most of the crooks she had encountered, as none of them 
had given her any real difficulty.

But she had decided that as much fun as being Batgirl 
was, Martina Hingis the tennis player could not maintain 
the lifestyle. Her game had started to suffer, and that 
couldn't be allowed to happen. So as she put on the 
Batgirl costume that night, she resolved that 
irrespective of whether she had any success in rounding 
up criminals, that night would be the last appearance of 
Batgirl.

It wasn't long after heading out that Martina came upon a 
suspicious scene. Down a back alley she found the door at 
a loading bay wide open, with a track backed up against 
it. No one seemed to be about, but after a quick 
inspection of the vehicle Martina noticed that the keys 
were in the ignition. Rather than blunder into the 
warehouse tipping anyone off, she decided to wait quietly 
in the shadows and see who showed.

Martina turned from the truck to head over to the corner 
of the alley, but crashed straight into something. She 
jumped in fright, let out a little scream, and before she 
could react was grabbed and spun around by a man. A big 
man. Caught off guard, she was still trying to break free 
of his grasp when he clamped a cloth over her mouth.

Martina was unsure what was on the cloth, but she quickly 
surmised it was designed to make her pass out. She 
struggled strongly for a few seconds, but she soon felt 
the substance take effect, and within ten seconds she was 
limp in the man's arms, unconscious.

When she awoke, Martina took some time to work out 
exactly where she was. Things were blurry, her head was 
spinning, but eventually she regained her senses. She was 
fairly certain she was inside the warehouse, as it 
contained much furniture, all protected by clear plastic 
wrapping. Martina made to move, but found she couldn't - 
she was tied to a bed, spread-eagled, by the wrists and 
ankles.

For a split second she panicked that her mask may have 
been removed while she was unconscious, but quickly 
realised that it was still in place. One thing that had 
been removed, though, was her utility belt. The lighting 
was dim, but she could see no one else about. She 
listened intently, but heard nothing.

After about 15 minutes Martina began to wonder if she had 
been left here by the man who knocked her out, and he'd 
gone. She considered calling out for help, as she was not 
gagged. But she thought it best not to run the risk of 
alerting her captor to the fact she had awoken, and try 
to escape.

Martina had only just started to pull on the restraints 
when she heard someone approaching. Looking up, she saw 
it was a big man.

"So, you have woken up," commented the man as he walked 
towards Martina. She looked at him, totally unsure as to 
what she should do or say. She'd never come close to 
being captured.

"So you're this Batgirl chick who's been making a name 
for yourself, ay? I didn't think you were real, just a 
media beat-up." Martina still didn't say anything.

The man stared at Martina for a minute. "You're pretty 
quiet, aren't you?"
Martina broke her silence. "What would you have me say?" 
The man stared at Martina again, then spoke. "Who are 
you?"

"I'm Batgirl," was Martina's hesitant reply. She wished 
she had sounded more confident.

"I can see that. But who are you?" He emphasized who. 

Martina trembled. She was going to be unmasked. And if he 
unmasked her, the odds were very strong that he would 
immediately recognize just who she was. She had to do 
something.

"Let me go, this is ridiculous." It was weak, and Martina 
knew it. 

The man moved closer to Martina, and reached for her 
mask. Restrained as she was, Martina desperately pulled 
away as far as she could. His hand moved closer.

"No!! Please don't," was Martina's plaintive cry. Whether 
it had any effect on the man she was unsure, but he 
pulled his hand back. He stood and viewed her for a 
moment, writhing and pulling on the ropes that bound her.

The man then sat on the bed, beside Martina. He placed 
his hand on her thigh, making her jump and try to pull 
away, but her restraints were tight, and she moved 
little.

"Well, whoever you are, you're hot," remarked the man, as 
he began to run his hand up and down Martina's thigh. Her 
leg tensed at his touch, and she tried to shake him off.

"Stop that, get your hand off me!" pouted Martina.

"No, I don't think so," replied the man. He ran both 
hands up over Martina's belly, and over her breasts. 
Martina gasped at his boldness. 

"What do you think you are doing? How dare you!" but her 
pleas were falling on deaf ears. The man grinned, and 
then suddenly stood up and left the room. Martina hoped 
he had left for good, but he soon returned, carrying a 
pair of scissors.

"What are you going to do with those?" asked Martina with 
a real edge of panic in her voice. The man walked to the 
top of the bed, where her hands were bound. Martina, for 
a moment hoped, he was going to cut her free.

"Why, my dear Batgirl, I'm going to cut you costume from 
your sexy little body!," replied the man with glee. 
Immediately he began cutting the sleeve of Martina's 
costume from the right wrist, down along her arm.

"No, you can't be serious!" cried the bound girl, as he 
moved to her other arm. He swiftly continued the second 
cut down and across the top of her chest and meet the 
first one, and then cut each arm around the shoulder, 
completely removing both sleeves. The shoulder straps of 
the purple sports bra Martina wore under her costume were 
now visible. 

As Martina cried out and protested, the man cut down the 
front of her costume, from her chest to her crutch, and 
then down each leg. He swiftly cut around each knee, and 
soon the entire costume was lying on pieces on the floor.

"How dare you!" Martina barked defiantly as she lay 
restrained, wearing only her mask, sports bra, panties, 
boots and gloves. The man looked at her near naked form, 
and leant forward with the scissors poised over her bra.

"How dare I? How amusing!" He quickly cut the shoulder 
straps, and then stood back. The bra still sat on 
Martina's breasts, but for how long, she wondered. She 
needn't have bothered as her tormentor quickly cut the 
two side sections and threw the bra to the floor with her 
costume.

The man gazed at Martina's breasts, now exposed. They 
were not big, but they were pert and firm. He placed the 
scissors down, and placed one hand on each breast, 
cupping them. He closed his eyes as he felt them, and 
pulled gently on the nipples.

"Please, stop this!" begged Martina as her assailant 
leant down and took her left nipple in his mouth, and 
sucked it for a few seconds, then did the same with the 
right. Martina was horrified at what was happening, but 
feared that worse was to come. And she was right, as the 
man stood back up, took the scissors, and without any 
ceremony, cut her panties off.

With her legs tied apart, wide open, Martina felt very 
vulnerable. The man knelt between her legs, and ran his 
fingers up and down the inside of her thighs, moving 
closer to her pussy each time. She began to panic.

"No!! I beg you, please stop, please!! Stop this!!" cried 
Martina, but the man ignored her. He moved forward and 
ran his tongue up the length of her pussy, finishing on 
her clitoris. Martina jolted as he reached her clit, an 
involuntary action.

"So, you like that?" taunted the man. He repeated the 
action, but then hovered on her clitoris, swirling on and 
around it. Martina gasped and she tensed, desperately 
trying to surprises the feelings hitting her. She felt 
ashamed as the man worked her clitoris with his tongue, 
and she felt the pleasure building. She could not let 
herself cum like this, she must resist.

But as the man continued to lick, swirl and suck on her 
clitoris, she felt her body betraying her. As he mind 
said no, her body began to twitch and hips thrust. Try as 
she might, she knew she could not hold out, and he would 
eventually make her cum. The shame at this thought 
horrified her.

As the man continued his assault, Martina drew closer to 
orgasm. She feared how her body would respond, and 
whether it would take over her mind and she would cry out 
in pleasure as she came. As these terrible thoughts raced 
through her mind, the man suddenly stopped.

He stood at the bottom of the bed, and to Martina's 
horror, removed his trousers and boxer shorts. His cock, 
large and semi-erect, was clearly visible in the dim 
light. And he moved up towards Martina, hopped on the bed 
and straddled her across the chest, resting his cock 
between her breasts. 

"I want you to suck it, Batgirl," he said calmly. Already 
his cock had stiffened somewhat more, and now stood a 
little above her chest. 

"Never!" replied Martina, her voice full of defiance. She 
may have been full of fear, but at last her voice now 
sounded firm, she thought. For a second the man did 
nothing, then he reached forward and took hold of the 
mask.

"If you don't suck my cock, I'm going to unmask you. 
Right now." He had noticed how terrified she had been of 
unmasking earlier, so decided to put it to use. Martina 
froze. The man's large cock, and it was already large and 
it wasn't fully erect, was hovering a few inches from her 
face.

The thought of sucking it was abominable to her, yet the 
alternative was her being unmasked and exposed as Martina 
Hingis. As she let these thoughts run through her mind 
several seconds elapsed. The man responded by beginning 
to remove Martina's mask.

"NO! OK, I'LL DO IT! JUST DON'T UNMASK ME, PLEASE!" 
Martina begged. The man held the mask slightly off 
Martina's face. 

"Are you sure, because you better had be, and it had 
better be good," replied the man.

"YES!! I PROMISE!! Just please don't unmask me!" After a 
few seconds he lowered it back into position. This 
unmasking threat had obviously excited him, as his cock 
was now more erect than before. He moved forward, and 
directed his cock at Martina's mouth.

Martina raised her head and opened her mouth, taking the 
head of his cock, but no more. She closed her lips and 
began to run them back and forward along the first couple 
of inches of his cock, but no more. The man threw his 
head back and moaned in pleasure as his cock grew more. 
Martina felt it harden and stiffen further in her mouth 
as she continued to work the head and about an inch or 
two behind it.

The man reached forward and grabbed the back of Martina's 
head and pushed her further onto his cock, and thrust it 
in further. Forced to deep throat the criminal, Martina 
knew, despite her repugnance, that she must continue, for 
she was fully aware of the consequences if she refused.

As he enjoyed his ecstasy, the man toyed with Martina's 
mask, running his fingers around the edge of it, pulling 
gently on the bat ears, and even slightly raising it, as 
if threatening to unmask her. Martina tried to cry out in 
protest, but with his cock deep in her throat her 
complaints were little more than muffled moans.

Unable to swallow it all, a considerable quantity of 
saliva had built up in Martina's mouth. Taking advantage 
of this, the man withdrew his saliva-coated cock and 
placed it between Martina's breasts, pressed them 
together, and proceeded to tit fuck her. Her breasts were 
small to medium size, but he managed to create enough of 
a valley to gain significant pleasure. Although Martina 
found it degrading, she was pleased he had taken it from 
her mouth.

After tit fucking her for a short while, the man moved 
down Martina's body and began rubbing his erection on her 
clitoris. Martina tensed in terror at the thought he may 
be about to complete bringing her to orgasm, and even 
worse, that she may cum while he was raping her. She had 
to do something.

"Please, I beg you, don't rape me. If you like I'll 
finish you in my mouth." Martina nearly gagged at the 
thought of such a thing, but rather that than be raped. 
But the man totally ignored her, and continued to rub his 
cock on her clit. Martina tensed and shook, as the 
pleasure returned very quickly. It wouldn't take much and 
she would cum. She could feel herself moving close, and 
there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Whether the man knew this or not she was unsure, but he 
stopped rubbing her clit and positioned himself to enter 
her. He mounted her from above, and pressed his cockhead 
to her pussy lips. Martina, to her shame, knew she was 
very wet from the clitoral stimulation, and despite her 
being rather tight her tormentor pushed his cock into her 
with little resistance. She was only small, and he was 
rather big, and she felt quite a deal of discomfort as he 
worked his way inside her, despite the ease of entry.

He savoured every inch as he pushed in, till finally his 
entire cock was buried inside the restrained girl. He let 
it sit there for a moment, then began to slowly thrust in 
and out, taking his cock almost all the way out, then 
slowly pushing it back all the way in. 

Gradually, his pace increased. Fortunately for Martina, 
her building orgasm had stalled as soon as he had stopped 
working her clit, and she was confident she would not 
come if her kept raping her like this. It was a small 
consolation, but at least it was something. He was 
thrusting quite quickly now, and Martina surmised he 
would soon cum, and hopefully her ordeal would be over.

But just at that moment the man stopped, and withdrew. 
Martina was sure he hadn't cum, and his still rock hard 
and enormous cock confirmed that. He then began to rub 
his cockhead on her clit again, and Martina's torment 
recommenced. 

But with his free hand he began to finger her anus, and 
using some of her vaginal juices soon pushed a finger 
inside. At first Martina, lost in her efforts to resist 
her oncoming orgasm, failed to focus on the significance 
of this, but it soon hit her as the man angled her ass 
towards him and began to press his cock against her anal 
opening. Martina began to thrash and struggle as much as 
her restraints would allow, which was in reality very 
little. She clenched her ass as much as she could in a 
desperate attempt to deny him entry.

"Let me in, Batgirl, or the mask comes off," was the 
criminal's immediate response. At that moment he began to 
rub her clit, and the distraction was sufficient to allow 
him to drive the head past the sphincter.

Martina cried out in despair and humiliation as he 
entered her, the pain causing her to clench and unclench 
her fists and throw her head back. She cried out a 
profanity as he pushed his cock into her, and she felt as 
if she was being impaled as her ass surrendered to her 
victor's cock. During this assault he continued to rub 
her clitoris, and behind the acute discomfort Martina 
felt the onrush of her delayed orgasm.

Sensations began to overwhelm Martina as the man, still 
working her clit towards orgasm, began to thrust in and 
out of her ass. Finally she could hold out no longer, and 
her body gave way. The orgasm was now going to cum even 
if he stopped, and to her horror she found her body 
thrusting at him, meeting his strokes as she drove 
towards the final stages.

Finally she came, screaming out her frustration and 
pleasure as he drove into her with great power, and as 
she came, he pulled out of her, climbed up her body and 
began masturbating above her face, ripping her mask off 
as he did so.

In the dim light, he recognized her and shot his load 
onto her face, hair, eyes and mouth. Martina; still 
shaking in the heights of orgasm, stared wide eyed and 
open mouthed at her attacker, unable to do anything as 
wave after wave of exquisite orgasm flooded through her 
body...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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