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I reached beneath the table and adjusted her arm chains so that she would have a little slack.

"Let's make a game of this, Batgirl," I said cheerily. "If you can knock the needle from my hand before I inject you I promise not to give you the drug."

She looked at me hopefully for a moment. I leaned over her, hovering, waiting to pounce. She eyed me cautiously for a moment and then swatted at the needle.

"She must still be woozy from the chloroform," I thought, "That was pathetic." I easily evaded her swing and grabbed her arm, rolling her onto her side and sticking her firm, ripe bum. She yelped as the needle pierced her skin. I depressed the plunger and then pulled the needle out, tossing the syringe aside.

She went crazy, but only for a minute. "WHAT DID YOU JUST....." she started to say, bucking wildly in the chains. "G.....give," she stammered, her struggles becoming uncoordinated and weak. "M....mmmm.....mmmmeee...." she slurred drunkenly, relaxing and becoming almost completely still on the table.

"It's a special little potion I developed *just* for you, Batgirl," I laughed triumphantly. "It's a little bit muscle relaxer, a little bit aphrodisiac, a little bit sedative, a little bit truth serum...everything a growing heroine slave needs!"

She lifted her head slightly, her eyes staring into mine. She started to speak but the effort proved too much. She laid her head back on the table, her mouth agape, a soft moan escaping her lips.

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I reached beneath the table and adjusted her arm chains so that she would have a little slack.

"Let's make a game of this, Batgirl," I said cheerily. "If you can knock the needle from my hand before I inject you I promise not to give you the drug."

She looked at me hopefully for a moment. I leaned over her, hovering, waiting to pounce. She eyed me cautiously for a moment and then swatted at the needle.

"She must still be woozy from the chloroform," I thought, "That was pathetic." I easily evaded her swing and grabbed her arm, rolling her onto her side and sticking her firm, ripe bum. She yelped as the needle pierced her skin. I depressed the plunger and then pulled the needle out, tossing the syringe aside.

She went crazy, but only for a minute. "WHAT DID YOU JUST....." she started to say, bucking wildly in the chains. "G.....give," she stammered, her struggles becoming uncoordinated and weak. "M....mmmm.....mmmmeee...." she slurred drunkenly, relaxing and becoming almost completely still on the table.

"It's a special little potion I developed *just* for you, Batgirl," I laughed triumphantly. "It's a little bit muscle relaxer, a little bit aphrodisiac, a little bit sedative, a little bit truth serum...everything a growing heroine slave needs!"

She lifted her head slightly, her eyes staring into mine. She started to speak but the effort proved too much. She laid her head back on the table, her mouth agape, a soft moan escaping her lips.