Bound in a Batsandwich (MF/MFM)
Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2023 3:36 am
I’m playing chess with Bruce in his study when the Batphone rings. He picks up the phone to discover that it’s Batgirl on the other end. Bruce asks how she’s able to get through on the Batphone, but she replies there’s no time to explain. Batgirl has also deduced that the Joker is targeting the Radiation Laboratory at Gotham City University tonight. She doesn’t know why yet, but he's going to steal a trove of uranium. She tells us to meet us at the lab.
Bruce and I slide down the Batpoles to make our transformation into the Dynamic Duo. I slip into my tights and batbriefs, put on my mask and cape, and buckle my utility belt. Batman and I jump into the Batmobile and head for the lab.
When we get there, Batgirl is already there waiting next to her Batgirlcycle. She has one hand on the cycle and the other hand on her alluring hips. She looks stunning in that tight purple suit showing off her curves, utility belt slung low on her shapely hips, and the bat insignia bridging her perky chest.
Batgirl has done some reconnaissance and can says that the uranium is in a vault on the third floor, but the building is locked and secure. Not a problem, says Batman. We can batclimb up there, and Batgirl is welcome to join.
He throws the batarang to the roof and tugs on the attached rope to make sure it’s secure. I go up first, followed by Batgirl, and then Batman. It’s a quick climb up, but my body feels excited feeling her right behind me. When we get to third floor, I open a window, jump in, and give a hand to Batgirl and Batman who come in after me.
We find the room with the vault, and we each hide in different parts of the room to ambush the Joker when he enters and begins his theft.
A while later, Joker walks in with his goons and Ms. Kovack. Joker is wearing his familiar hot pink suit and green shirt, and his moll is in a green minidress hemmed high up her luscious legs. As we wait for the right moment to pound, I can't stop staring at her ravishing figure filling out that small dress.
Somehow, Joker knows the combination for gaining access to the vault, and as soon as he reaches out to open the door, we feel we’ve seen enough and jump out from our hiding places to nab these thieves.
Joker orders the goons, “Take care of these tiresome bats!” An all-out fight ensues. I punch one goon, kick another, and slam another against the wall. I see glimpses of Batgirl holding her own with her trademark kicks debilitating these fools, and Batman of course is dispatching them too.
After the goons are incapacitated, we converge on the Joker and his moll into a corner. Batman orders them to submit to our custody, but the flower in Joker’s lapel suddenly shoots out streamers that entwine the three of us together. We lose our collective balance as we struggle and fall to the ground.
The sexy moll walks up and sprays knockout gas on us. I lose strength in my limbs and lay paralyzed, looking up her legs and dress while she and the Joker laugh at us. And then I lose consciousness.
***********
When I wake up, I find myself lying on top of Batgirl with our bodies facing each other. And then I realize that the two of us are on top of Batman with Batgirl’s back on Batman’s front. We’re stacked on top of each other and held together with ropes, and there are more ropes attaching us to the ground.
The three of us are inside a glass chamber. The room beyond is pretty bare except for one wall with a door and window into another room, and there’s an array of what look like large guns pointed at our glass chamber.
The door opens, and the Joker and Ms. Kovack walk in. The Joker is gleefully laughing as he exclaims, “Look at that! It's a bat-sandwich!” The moll follows, “Mmmmm…our captured bats make for a delightfully tasty looking sandwich.”
Batman yells out, “You dastardly felons. Whatever your evil plan is for us, the long arm of the law will reach you.”
The Joker walks up to the glass, “We like our sandwiches melted and toasted, so we’ll warm you up in this radiation machine that accelerates the half-life of whatever is placed inside. Think of it as a giant microwave oven. After we turn it on and it has a chance to get warned up, these guns will blast your bodies with intense radiation. You'll emerge as a smolderingly hot sandwich indeed.”
The villainous couple exit the room and close the door behind them. I see them through the window pushing buttons and turning dials, and I hear the whir of the radiation guns charging. The two criminals then wave at us through the window and walk out of sight.
Batman, Batgirl, and I start shaking and squirming our bodies to try to escape this bondage, but it's no use. I can tell by hearing Batman’s labored breathing that he’s having trouble bearing the weight of Batgirl and me on top of him. And I think Batgirl is having a hard time with my weight on her as well. I wish for her sake that I was below her, but I can see the Joker’s twisted reasoning for making Batgirl the meat of this batsandwich.
“How do we get out of this, Batman?” I ask. He replies, “We still have time to figure something out. The radiation guns are still warming up…let’s think through our predicament and devise a way out.”
I'm finding myself aroused as I grind onto Batgirl’s toned yet soft body. I can feel her ample chest pressing against me, and I'm thinking she can feel my growing and hardening bulge digging into her body below the buckle of her utility belt.
Suddenly, the guns begin revving up. It seems they'll start beaming radiation into us soon.
BATGIRL TO BE MELTED IN A BATSANDWICH, WITH BATMAN AND ROBIN AS THE TOASTED BUNS? HOLY UNHOLY DELICATESSEN!
COME BACK SAME BAT-TIME, SAME BAT-CHANNEL FOR THE HOT FINISH!
Bruce and I slide down the Batpoles to make our transformation into the Dynamic Duo. I slip into my tights and batbriefs, put on my mask and cape, and buckle my utility belt. Batman and I jump into the Batmobile and head for the lab.
When we get there, Batgirl is already there waiting next to her Batgirlcycle. She has one hand on the cycle and the other hand on her alluring hips. She looks stunning in that tight purple suit showing off her curves, utility belt slung low on her shapely hips, and the bat insignia bridging her perky chest.
Batgirl has done some reconnaissance and can says that the uranium is in a vault on the third floor, but the building is locked and secure. Not a problem, says Batman. We can batclimb up there, and Batgirl is welcome to join.
He throws the batarang to the roof and tugs on the attached rope to make sure it’s secure. I go up first, followed by Batgirl, and then Batman. It’s a quick climb up, but my body feels excited feeling her right behind me. When we get to third floor, I open a window, jump in, and give a hand to Batgirl and Batman who come in after me.
We find the room with the vault, and we each hide in different parts of the room to ambush the Joker when he enters and begins his theft.
A while later, Joker walks in with his goons and Ms. Kovack. Joker is wearing his familiar hot pink suit and green shirt, and his moll is in a green minidress hemmed high up her luscious legs. As we wait for the right moment to pound, I can't stop staring at her ravishing figure filling out that small dress.
Somehow, Joker knows the combination for gaining access to the vault, and as soon as he reaches out to open the door, we feel we’ve seen enough and jump out from our hiding places to nab these thieves.
Joker orders the goons, “Take care of these tiresome bats!” An all-out fight ensues. I punch one goon, kick another, and slam another against the wall. I see glimpses of Batgirl holding her own with her trademark kicks debilitating these fools, and Batman of course is dispatching them too.
After the goons are incapacitated, we converge on the Joker and his moll into a corner. Batman orders them to submit to our custody, but the flower in Joker’s lapel suddenly shoots out streamers that entwine the three of us together. We lose our collective balance as we struggle and fall to the ground.
The sexy moll walks up and sprays knockout gas on us. I lose strength in my limbs and lay paralyzed, looking up her legs and dress while she and the Joker laugh at us. And then I lose consciousness.
***********
When I wake up, I find myself lying on top of Batgirl with our bodies facing each other. And then I realize that the two of us are on top of Batman with Batgirl’s back on Batman’s front. We’re stacked on top of each other and held together with ropes, and there are more ropes attaching us to the ground.
The three of us are inside a glass chamber. The room beyond is pretty bare except for one wall with a door and window into another room, and there’s an array of what look like large guns pointed at our glass chamber.
The door opens, and the Joker and Ms. Kovack walk in. The Joker is gleefully laughing as he exclaims, “Look at that! It's a bat-sandwich!” The moll follows, “Mmmmm…our captured bats make for a delightfully tasty looking sandwich.”
Batman yells out, “You dastardly felons. Whatever your evil plan is for us, the long arm of the law will reach you.”
The Joker walks up to the glass, “We like our sandwiches melted and toasted, so we’ll warm you up in this radiation machine that accelerates the half-life of whatever is placed inside. Think of it as a giant microwave oven. After we turn it on and it has a chance to get warned up, these guns will blast your bodies with intense radiation. You'll emerge as a smolderingly hot sandwich indeed.”
The villainous couple exit the room and close the door behind them. I see them through the window pushing buttons and turning dials, and I hear the whir of the radiation guns charging. The two criminals then wave at us through the window and walk out of sight.
Batman, Batgirl, and I start shaking and squirming our bodies to try to escape this bondage, but it's no use. I can tell by hearing Batman’s labored breathing that he’s having trouble bearing the weight of Batgirl and me on top of him. And I think Batgirl is having a hard time with my weight on her as well. I wish for her sake that I was below her, but I can see the Joker’s twisted reasoning for making Batgirl the meat of this batsandwich.
“How do we get out of this, Batman?” I ask. He replies, “We still have time to figure something out. The radiation guns are still warming up…let’s think through our predicament and devise a way out.”
I'm finding myself aroused as I grind onto Batgirl’s toned yet soft body. I can feel her ample chest pressing against me, and I'm thinking she can feel my growing and hardening bulge digging into her body below the buckle of her utility belt.
Suddenly, the guns begin revving up. It seems they'll start beaming radiation into us soon.
BATGIRL TO BE MELTED IN A BATSANDWICH, WITH BATMAN AND ROBIN AS THE TOASTED BUNS? HOLY UNHOLY DELICATESSEN!
COME BACK SAME BAT-TIME, SAME BAT-CHANNEL FOR THE HOT FINISH!