Batgirl - The Return 6: The Aftermath

by StealthBinder

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Storycodes: M/f; secretary; office; lingerie; bond; gag; tease; oral; mast; sex; climax; comicfic; cons; X

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Part 6: The Aftermath

“She survived. Damn it, she survived! How the hell did that stupid slut survive it!” Brad demanded as he paced in Catherine’s sitting room the following afternoon. The maid had been dismissed and sent on errands to get her out of the way before Brad arrived, so they could discuss the less than desired results of their nighttime visit.

“No one is saying.” Catherine replied as she sat stretched out on her couch, dressed in a short gray skirt and heels with blue top. Of course she had lots of jewels on, this time of diamonds and white gold. “All I know is that when she didn’t come down from her room by 11:00am, her assistant check on her to wake her. Everything appeared to be normal. I dared not ask any more questions fearing Jennifer might make a connection if I did.”

“This was perfect, foolproof even.” He said, still pacing. “There’s no possible way she could have gotten out of it on her own.”

“Are you sure you locked the cuffs on tight enough? Maybe she slipped out.”

“They were more than tight enough. I know how handcuffs work. You sister, of all people, should know better than that, having been at the receiving side.”

Catherine smiled. “Yes, I do. But none the less, she still did get away.”

“You’re sure the police or some kind of medical assistance weren’t summoned to the estate?”

“I didn’t hear about anyone being called.” She replied as another cat jumped up onto her lap. “No telling what happened and we best not probe further and draw unwanted suspicion on ourselves. Maybe she’s a better escape artist than we thought, or has a guardian angel watching over her.”

Brad stopped his pacing. “Not an angel, but something slightly darker. Maybe a guardian bat!”

“You don’t think….”

“I do think. It fits, doesn’t it? One of them must have been lurking about, watching over the rich widow damsel and got in to save her from the peril. And if I had to guess who, I’d bet it was that pesky purple clad Batgirl!”

“Yes, I do believe you’re correct, brother.” Catherine replied. “Who else would interfere in our family business?”

“If one or more of them is involved, no matter which one it is, our job just got that much tougher.”

“Tougher? Have you lost your mind?” Catherine exclaimed. “If they get one sniff of us being involved, we’re as good as convicts, no matter how much we spend on defense attorneys. If you plan to go up against any one of them, count me out!”

“Relax sister.” Brad replied, regaining his composure. “The caped crusaders might suspect, but there’s nothing leading them back to us. We have our alibi, I doubt Jennifer identified us and we left nothing behind to point them in our direction. That is, if they even believe it was an external attempt on her life.”

Catherine relaxed. The last thing she wanted was a Batarang smacking up against her head or batcuffs locked on her wrists as she’s lead off to jail.

“But for now, we best lay low and do nothing.” He added. “We can wait, months if needed. Jennifer can’t spend all of the family fortune that fast and she has no reason to move against us either. And once Batman and company get distracted elsewhere, their attention will wane and we can make another move without their annoying attentions.”

“I guess you’re correct brother.” Catherine replied, happy that she didn’t need to involve herself with the matter for the foreseeable future. “With any luck, maybe the Joker will do the dirty work for us. Maybe dear Jennifer will get herself kidnapped for real and we can just ignore a ransom note from the likes of Catwoman and let her solve the problem.”

Brad looked over at his sister, petting one of her many cats. “With all these felines around here, I worry you’re going to become one yourself.”

“They make me happy.” She replied, holding the cat up. “Someone who loves for who I am when I come home.”

“Most women want a man to do that.” He replied. “Instead of hosting women in your playroom, maybe you should find a man to call your own. By the way, did you ditch your last companion?”

“Yes, she’s gone, off to who knows where.” She said dryly. “I didn’t think you wanted her.”

“I didn’t have the time or want the distraction.”

“You liked the distraction she gave you last week. Well brother, you’ll be happy to know I’m now seeing someone that’s all man. Care to know who?” she said, referring to Dick Grayson.

“No, not really, but I’m happy to hear you’re back to playing with the right team now.” He said as he grabbed his coat. “I’d hate to think you’d rather cuddle up with cats rather than get busy with some guy. Just make sure you keep your mouth shut when around him. Last thing we need is for you to let something slip and your latest boy toy blab to the authorities.” he added as he left her apartment.

Brad was seething as he rode back to the Wentworth Companies corporate headquarters in the rain. Back in his own office, he was met by his red headed assistant, who took his coat. A moment later, she handed him a scotch and was rubbing his shoulders, seeing how tense he was.

At least this one knew her place and responsibilities. No wonder she lasted the longest of any of his assistants.

“You’re very tense.” She replied. “You’re appointment with your sister must have not gone well.”

“It was fine, though unproductive.” He replied looking at the rain streak across the windows. “But all those cats stirring around didn’t help matters.”

“She does love them, and her work with the shelters is her pet project.”

“Her pet project accounts for too much of my family’s money. My fear is one day she’ll be one of those old women with 75 cats crapping in her home.”

“Your sister is far too pretty to not attract a man with whom she can settle down with.” The redhead said as she massaged his neck. “You’re sister become a cat lady? Oh, I can’t see that happening.”

“Become as cat lady.” He echoed. “Or a Catwoman.” he said softly as an idea ran through his head, recalling what his sister said a sort time ago about Catwoman solving the problem for them. After turning the idea over in his head for several minutes, he smiled. Yes, maybe that was a solution.

“My, you just relaxed.” The redhead said, feeling his tension ease.

“Yes, but not entirely.” He replied.

“Anything else I can do for you?” she added, her hand drifting down his chest.

“Lock the door and get the case.”

The redhead, knowing what he wanted, did as ordered, locking the office door and getting a large briefcase from the closet, setting it on his desk. Brad turned it toward himself and opened the locks.

“Take your dress off.” He said. A moment later, the redhead was standing in a match set of nearly see through white bra, panties and garter, the same color of her 5” heels, the garters holding up nude stockings. She owned several matching sets of lingerie, in red, black or white, and wore a set each day, never knowing when the playful mood would hit her boss.

The mood was on him now.

Taking ropes from the briefcase, the redhead was soon bound atop the conference table in the front part of his huge office, lying on her back with her wrists bound to her crossed ankles, forcing her legs to remain wide open. Position near the edge, her head hung over the side, at the perfect height. Brad opened his pants and his oversize cock popped out, right at level of her mouth. The redhead took him in, Brad pushing his cock head past between her lips for her to suck on and lick at while he manhandled her breasts through her thin breasts coverings. This went on for several minutes till Brad felt his orgasm begin to grow, so he switched to pumping his rod into her mouth, fucking her face while he squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. His orgasm grew quickly and with only a few added moments of oral intercourse, he exploded, he sperm pumping into his bound assistants mouth, the redhead awkwardly but dutifully drinking his seed down, just as he required he do.

After he was done coming and his assistant had sucked the last of his come from his rod, he gagged the redhead with a large red harness ball gag. As he played with the bound woman she squirmed under his touch, especially when he fingered at her pussy and clit. To his surprise, she unexpectedly climaxed, moaning into the gag as her body trembled and delighted to the delightful but unexpected orgasm he gave her. She knew that in his current state of mind, he would not be much in the mood for giving her any real intended pleasures. He was going to be taking rather than giving this go around.

With her orgasm over, Brad’s manhood had recovered enough that he turned his assistant over so she was on her chest and knees, her ass up due to her wrist-to-ankle bondage. He climbing on behind her, pulled her panties aside and plowed his cock into her pussy deep. He was only concerned about his needs as he held her by her hips and slammed into her long and hard from behind, coming inside her hot, wet pussy several minutes later, pumping his seed deep into her.

Brad didn’t care much if she enjoyed the sex or not, she was paid well to fake her enjoyment.

After, Brad dressed before he freed the redhead from her bondage, which she put away before she cleaned herself up and dressed.

“Anything else this evening, Mr. Wentworth?”

“No, not tonight.” He replied. Sometimes, he would take her home and continued to use her for his pleasures. He had no thoughts for tonight. “Have my driver get the car, then you can go.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you and good evening, sir.” She said as she left the office. After completing her task, she went to the private bathroom to clean up before heading home for the night.

The game she played was far from romantic, but the pay was pleasant.

Brad headed down to the waiting limousine that whisked him back to his condominium. The idea he had earlier was taking shape and could solve for him more than one problem, if he played this right. If it could be done, it would take a little time to get everything ready and in order, but that time would be needed anyways to take the heat off him.

At that same time at Wayne Manor, another meeting was taking place.

The trio of Caped Crusaders had convened to review their research and discuss their options.

During the day, they had discovered the Wentworth children were out on the family yacht all evening and well into the night, having been seen both leaving at sunset and returning at dawn. Upon learning this, Robin snuck aboard the vessel and checked both the navigation computer and the GPS.

“They went out, cruised around for several hours and returned. Not once did the yacht pull within 3 miles of shore after leaving harbor or even slow down enough to let someone off.”

“What was it’s course? Did it come near the Wentworth estate shoreline?” Bruce asked.

“It did, twice, but it stayed well away from land. It sailed past the estate and again on its return run, but it made a handful of course changes between. It wasn’t near any of the usual sailing areas so I doubt anyone would have seen them. I found several empty liquor and wine bottles and a few glasses. Looks to me like they were out partying hard on a late night drinking binge.”

“Do you know if it was it on auto-pilot?” Bruce asked.

“The auto-pilot log was cleared, so I couldn’t tell.” He replied. “The navigational computer showed it slowed a few times, but never below 5 knots.”

“Long swim ashore.” Barbara replied.

“Too long.” Bruce added, noting the times and plotting the boat’s course in his head. “A 3 mile swim would have taken far too long for them to make in that time, even without the attempt on Misses Wentworth added in. If they did it, they would have needed a boat, like a zodiac, to make the journey in that time frame.”

“There’s a zodiac on board. It looked clean, dry and stowed, but no signs if it was used or not. But they had plenty of time to clean it up if they did.” Dick added.

“Dead end.” Barbara added.

“No, not really, just nothing tangible to make the connection.” Bruce replied.

“But even if they could make it, how did they get in? There was nothing on the security system to show a break-in and there’s no gap in the recording log.” Barbara replied.

“All true, unless there’s a way into the estate that the cameras don’t cover. One by sea.”

Bruce let the words hang in the air for a moment, for impact.

“There’s nothing on the plans that show that kind of access.” Barbara said joining Dick to look the drawings over. “At least, nothing’s there to indicate one exists.”

“Do you think the Batcave’s included on any city drawings of Wayne Manor, or your secret garage?” Bruce said with a grin. “Could be a well-guarded secret escape route for the family, or there long before the estate was built. Well, it’s a theory, at least. We don’t have evidence, but it’s one that fits.”

“Dick and I completed the background checks on the servants. Nothing unusual showed up. No criminal records, no financial irregularities, no connections to criminal activities or organizations. The best we got was a couple of traffic citations and one domestic dispute.” Barbara said, looking over her notes. “Anything on Brad?”

“Saw him today.” Bruce said. “He looked tired, but not unlike one would be after a night on the bottle and paying the price for it. We spoke, but mostly business. He said nothing about his family’s affairs. Anything on Catherine or Jennifer?”

“Catherine’s at a fundraiser for the Gotham City Animal Society tonight.” Dick reported. “I plan to meet up with her later at a club. So far, she’s indicated she’s quite peeved with Jennifer and the current state of their family currency, but nothing about wanting revenge or needing money.”

“I spoke with Jennifer today.” Barbara reported. “She called and wanted me to come out again, but I couldn’t get away at the time. I’ll be heading to her estate for lunch tomorrow.”

Bruce thought about the last lunch meeting the two women had.

“Alfred reported running into the Wentworth’s cook today. She didn’t mention a thing.” Bruce added.

“And with no super villains on the loose at the moment, we don’t have any of the usual suspects.” Dick said. “So we got nothing, a big fat zero.”

“We still have an attack on Jennifer.” Barbara replied.

“An alleged attack.” Bruce cautioned. “It’s possible it could still be cover for a suicide attempt.”

“Maybe. You can call me naïve if you like but my woman’s intuition still says it happened just as Jennifer said, and Brad and Catherine are the one’s responsible for it.”

“While we don’t have any proof, we certainly don’t have anything to rule them out.” Bruce concluded. “We keep looking and digging. Dick, let us know what you get from Catherine tonight.”

“I’ll report on most of what I get from Catherine.” He replied. “I don’t want to make Barbara blush.” He joked.

“And Barbara, you report back on your lunch meeting tomorrow. Maybe something will give us a clue.” Bruce said, hoping she would give him every detail of their meeting. “Meanwhile, I’m going out to the estate and do a little prowling. I doubt anything further will happen tonight, but I want to take a look round the shoreline and see if anything’s there worth looking into before this rain washes it away.”


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