Rachel was the sexy and powerful CEO of Steele Industries. Secretly she also served as an agent in a vast and mysterious criminal organization. One day she was at her office when the Organization's leader phoned her with an assignment. A costumed crusader called Batgir1 had been wreaking havoc on their various illegal sex-trade operations. To put an end to this as soon as possible, Rachel was to fake her own and act as a distressed captive in need of Batgirl's rescue. This she duly did - with video-footage of the incident then being released to the media. It showed Rachel in a dungeon, seemingly strung-up by the wrists; a ball-gag filled her mouth, and she appeared to be wincing and weeping in torment while a masked man took liberties fondling her. A man's voice went with the footage. It was that of the Organization leader - daring Batgir1 to come to a certain location at a certain time if she wished to save Rachel. The leader added that any failure to turn up would result in the CEO being ravished, beaten and executed. Batgir1 got the message, and responded - superheroine-style. Approaching the exact location mentioned, she sneaked through a wooded area, and came out upon a fortified mansion. She knew she had found the right place. Standing at its entrance was a big, burly guard. Batgirl crept up from one side, and suddenly sprung upon him. A short, intense fight ensued, full of kicks, punches and wrestling moves. The sleek and nimble crime-fighter finally defeated her more cumbersome foe by kneeing him to the head. While he lay senseless on the ground, she hand-cuffed him for good measure. Batgir1then entered the mansion. Having passed unnaccosted through a series of rock-hewn tunnels, she eventually found Rachel in her dungeon. She was still strung up, and she looked weak and dazed. The dungeon itself was unguarded; the door unlocked. Hurriedly, Batgirl stepped inside. Speaking compassionately to Rachel, she helped her out of her bonds, and provided a steadying arm of support as she began leading her out of the mansion. However, while Batgir1 walked slightly ahead down a corridor, Rachel suddenly took a -soaked cloth from her pocket and clamped it over her mouth from behind. The superheroine tensed and yelped in surprise. But all too soon she was overcome by fumes. Following a feeble struggle, she went limp in Rachel's arms, and sunk to the floor. It was a long time until Batgirl came around. By then she was in a sumptuous bedroom - blindfolded, gagged, and strung up by the wrists - just as Rachel had been earlier. Rachel herself stood nearby, looking on with wicked amusement. She now wore fishnet stockings, and a PVC corset and elbow-length gloves. In its tightness and scantiness, the outfit showed off her shapely body to perfection. Trapping Batgir1 had been only half of her assignment. Now came the fun part of breaking her down and brainwashing her into becoming a loyal member of the Organization. Rachel's preferred method for achieving this was to subject Batgir1 to all manner of sexual humiliation. And she did not waste a moment going about it. To begin with she checked out the frightened and struggling superheroine's body - caressing her lycra-clad butt, and unzipping the front of her suit to expose her pert breasts and pantiless pussy. Rachel was very pleased with all that she saw and touched. Her captive was a fine, smooth-skinned, nubile hottie. Presently, she called in one of the Organization's best henchmen. Having invited the masked brute to paw and manhandle Batgir1, Rachel took her cape from her, and donned it mockingly. From there on in it was one constant, ever-worsening nightmare of degradation for Batgir1. First Rachel laughingly lashed her firm butt over and again with a whip, making the helpless crusader sob and writhe. Then the henchman sucked on her breasts and fingered her pussy at the same time. Later, the pair made her get down on her hands and knees with her butt raised high in the air. The henchman moved in behind and started fucking her hard and deep doggy style. Witnessing this, it occurred to Rachel that Batgir1 was actually a virgin. This made the CEO enjoy things all the more. While the young crusader moaned at each invading stroke of the henchman's big thick cock, Rachel stood nearby, taunting her mercilessly. She rubbed in the fact of Batgir1's chastity being ravished, and revealed that the Organization might eventually hire her out as a sex-slave to all-comers once she had been broken in by the henchman. That same henchman duly came - blowing a huge creamy load inside and outside her defenseless pussy. Batgir1's cries of horror were cut short, however, as Rachel suddenly produced a needle and injected her in the neck. Immediately rest came to the young crusader. The next day, Batgir1 could be seen huddled in a tiny cage. Her lycra suit was gone; all she wore was her mask, gloves, boots and some skimpy panties. Around her neck was a decorative collar with a leash attached. Approaching with the henchman, Rachel took hold of the leash and teasingly referred to Batgir1 as her pet *kitten*. She then invited the henchman to have some fun with the captive - thereby giving her another dose of will-breaking humiliation. Batgirl had no wish to cooperate. She grudgingly stroked the henchmanÃ¢â¬â¢s big cock a few a times, then lashed out at him. It did not do her any good. Rachel merely gave her another injection. This one was to make Batgir1 more obedient. ItÃ¢â¬â¢s effectiveness was such that the feisty crusader soon had her lips wrapped around the henchmanÃ¢â¬â¢s cock. She had sucked away on it for a long while in a dazed but contented manner until the henchman climaxed - filling her mouth to overflowing with his hot, milky cum. Still highly vulnerable to suggestion, Batgir1 followed RachelÃ¢â¬â¢s mischievous command to every last drop of it. She then drifted off to rest. Here Rachel peaked under her mask and discovered that she was Barbara Horton - the police commissionerÃ¢â¬â¢s daughter! The fun just kept on coming. A week later and Batgir1 was sat in RachelÃ¢â¬â¢s office, still wearing her collar and leash, and now weeping hard. She had just been forced to watch footage from one of the numerous depraved fuck-sessions she had suffered since her capture. When it was over, Rachel turned to her smiling. She then made her threat. If Batgir1 did not fully submit to the will of the Organization, the footage would be leaked to the public. BatgirlÃ¢â¬â¢s true identity would be known, and her commissioner father would be ruined by scandal and shame. This was enough to end the young crusaderÃ¢â¬â¢s resistance one and for all. After breaking down and sobbing in RachelÃ¢â¬â¢s arms, she agreed to a last, loyalty-proving sex-act with a henchman. A short while later, things were underway. The henchman man started out holding Batgir1 by her leash and running his eyes appraisingly over her fish-net-clad body. He then played with her naked pussy for a while before getting her to kneel and suck his cock. With her mask removed, Batgi1Ã¢â¬â¢s facial expressions were clear to see. There was hint of reluctance in her eyes, but her body cooperated swiftly and fully. For a long time she licked and lapped and sucked and deep-throated to the best of her abilities and with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. Rachel watched this and all that followed with a big grin on her face. She thoroughly enjoyed seeing the once-innocent and upright virgin now behaving so lustfully. After all the tremendous sucking action, Batgirl wound up lying on the floor with her legs parted - showing off her pussy to the henchman. He savored the sight of it for a moment, then climbed on top of her and started fucking away missionary style. It turned out to be intensely pleasurable for both Batgir1 and himself. She gasped and moaned and panted as her inexperienced pussy got a deep, smooth pounding; in the meantime, he groaned at the sweet, hot, tightness of around his cock. Rachel, looking on closely, teased Batgir1 some more during this. But Batgir1 no longer felt ashamed or put off. Her last inhibitions were gone, and had finally learned to accept being a wanton. More pleasant fucking later, the henchman came. Batgir1 readily opened her mouth and brought it close to his spurting cock head so that she catch plenty of it to taste and swallow. Afterwards, a delighted Rachel gave Batgirl her mask back and declared her one of the Organization. At last her brainwashing had been achieved. Far from having to contend with her foiling their criminal operations, they could not look to having her help in them. A month later, Rachel had made Batgir1 yet more decadent and obedient. The scene was RachelÃ¢â¬â¢s place. There she was led back on a rug with her legs parted. She sighed with pleasure - for there was Batgirl, knelt lapping eagerly her naked pussy. The young crusader had become a very good pet indeed.