Batgirl & Friends by DMC
Part One & Two!
Barbara Gordon only had an hour for her lunch break from the library but today instead of eating she planned to visit the new Lingerie Shop she had noticed just around the corner. She loved wearing sexy lingerie under the plain business suit that was in order at the library. Barbara opened the door to the shop and immediately noticed how many mannequins this somewhat small store contained. They almost completely lined the walls and front window was full of them. There were even mannequins on top of some of the display racks. It seemed like overkill to her, but as she looked closer at some of them she noticed that they were extremely life-like and no two were the same. It was as if each one was custom made. The only other customer in the shape was a tall blonde standing with her back to Barbara. As the blonde turned around Barbara was momentarily stunned by how incredibly beautiful this woman was. The blonde noticing Barbara's stare turned and walked back towards the dressing rooms, just before she entered the room she looked back at Barbara, cocked her head towards the room and winked. Barbara was just getting used to her feelings about other women and the thought of making it with the blonde stranger excited her. She looked around and grabbed a bra off the closest rack and hurried back towards the dressing rooms. Before she entered the dressing area she looked around the store and saw there was only one disinterested looking clerk and all those mannequins. Clutching the bra she stepped into the dressing room. What she found was a brightly lit corridor with several stalls on each side. The stalls were closed off with curtains, all the way to the floor and she could not tell which one the blonde was in. Barbara started to walk down the corridor when suddenly a hand reached from behind one of the curtains and pulled her into the stall. It was the blonde and before Barbara could say anything the blonde kissed her fiercely, Barbara couldn't talk if she wanted to but right now talk was the furthest thing from her mind. The blonde back off slightly and whispered into Barbara's ear "I only have a few minutes, let's make this quick". Barbara could only stand back as the blonde practically ripped off her business suit and started on Barbara's clothes, in seconds both women were stripped down to there lingerie. This woman must do this a lot, thought Barbara as the blonde was already working on Barbara's pussy with her tongue. Oh god, she just started and I'm ready to come. After what seemed like minutes but was in reality only seconds the blonde had Barbara on the brink of ecstasy, Barbara had never been around anyone who turned her on like that. Barbara tried to hold on but had her first orgasm. She started having second thoughts, maybe this isn't good, it's all happening to fast and she grabbed her clothes and darted out of the stall. She paused briefly in the corridor to get dressed and left the dressing area. She wanted to get out of the store as soon as she could. The sales clerk noticed Barbara leaving and called out "hey, you went in there with a bra and I didn't see you come out with one, where is it?" Barbara mumbled something about the woman in the third stall has it. The sales clerk asked Barbara to wait while she checked. A few minutes later the clerk emerged from the dressing room with the bra "well here is the bra but I didn't see any woman in there with it." "How can that be, I just saw her there" Barbara said. "Look for yourself" the clerk replied. Barbara walked back to the dressing room and pulled back the curtain on the stall she was just in. Empty, no trace of the blonde woman. Maybe she was mistaken so Barbara pulled back the curtains on all the stalls and they were all empty. "Is there another exit?" Barbara asked the clerk. "Only through the front" was the reply. Barbara didn't know what to think, she had to get back to work but she didn't imagine the blonde and was curious what happened to her. She decided right then that she needed to visit this shop again, later tonight and not as Barbara Gordon, but as Batgirl.
Picking the lock on the back door to the shop was easy for Batgirl. She entered the dimly lit backroom and noticed that it was full of mannequins as well, between the store and the backroom there were hundreds of them. What she saw next took her breath away, it was a mannequin but looked exactly like the blonde woman from this afternoon. Barbara felt the mannequins breasts and they were firm and hard, solid in fact. She touched the mannequins cheek, it was cold and hard. Feelings from this afternoon were coming back to her and she leaned forward and kissed the mannequin on the lips, there was something familiar about the way they felt but just like her cheek they were cold and hard. Whomever runs this place did something to this woman and I've got to find out, thought Batgirl. "I guess the best place to start would be the dressing room". Batgirl entered the stall where she had been earlier and looked around. She hadn't noticed this afternoon how large it really was, much bigger than any other dressing room she had been in before. Other than the size there wasn't anything else that looked out of the ordinary, just your standard mirror, bench and a hook on the wall. Out of habit she grabbed the hook and gave it a slight tug. At that instant a small dart struck her left breast, she glanced down and saw the red tip on the end of the dart and that was the last thing she saw. Batgirl's knees buckled almost immediately and she hit the floor hard. Seconds later the floor tilted up to one side and Batgirl's limp body was dumped into the darkness below.
Batgirl's body slid down a long incline until it was dumped out into a large net. A woman walked over and picked up the sleeping superhero and layed her down on polished metal table. She then proceeded to strip away Batgirl's costume, the boots went first, then the gloves, followed by the body suit and finally the mask. The woman was slightly amused to see that Batgirl didn't wear anything under her costume.
She carried the costume over to a mannequin that was propped up against the wall and spent a few moments dressing it up in Batgirl's clothes. The woman walked back to the table and pressed a button on one side and metal brackets emerged from the four corners. She secured Batgirl's ankles and wrists to these so the crimefight was tied spread-eagle to the table. The first part of Batgirl's body she would work on were the feet, perfect straight toes "good won't have to work on those much" thought the woman. She did notice some calluses on the bottoms of Batgirl's feet but taking a small stone quickly filed those away.
She then went to work on the toes, quickly removing any polish from the nails and giving Batgirl a pedicure. Once finished with the feet the woman moved to Batgirl's hands, they were perfect all she had to do was remove that purple fingernail polish. She then pried open Batgirl's mouth and checked her teeth, nothing out of the order there but then again they didn't have to be perfect since where she was going she would ever have to be opening her mouth. The women then got some shaving cream and starting with the legs covered Batgirl in the substance, all the way up to the neck. First she carefully shaved away all of the hair in the pubic region then removed all the body hair from Batgirl's legs, torso and arms. Once done with that she carefully removed all facial hair including Batgirl's eye brows. The woman release Batgirl from the brackets and flipped her over on her stomach and rescued her to the brackets. She then proceeded to remove all of the body hair from that side of Batgirl's body. Once she was satisfied with that she prepared and enema and made sure Batgirl was good and flushed out. She turned Batgirl over once more and forcing a tube down her throat emptied the contents of her stomach. It was now time to clean up. Batgirl was release from the table and her wrists were tied to a chain leading up to a pulley on the ceiling, the women hoisted Batgirl up off the table and moved the whole pulley system across the room. Recessed into the floor was a large bubbling vat and Batgirl was lower up to her neck into the liquid. She was left there for only a moment while the woman hosed off the table. When Batgirl was pulled out her body was spotless. She was pulled back over to the table tied back down. The woman would have to clean her face by hand. First she dipped a rag in the vat and wiped Batgirl's face, any makeup Batgirl was wearing was instantly removed. With cleanup complete it was time for the real business to begin.
Batgirl was once again hoisted up by the pulley but this time was lead to a strange framework assembly. The woman lowered Batgirl into the frame. Batgirl's feet were placed on two platforms and the woman adjusted a few knobs and Batgirl's feet were forced into an exaggerated high heel position. The woman thought for a moment "hmm so your a superhero, I guess we need to put you in an appropriate position". More and more parts of Batgirl's body were fixed to the frame until she was standing with her feet spread, hands on hips and one hip thrust out. The fasteners on the frame held every part of Batgirl's body in the exact place the woman wanted it. It finally came time to position Batgirl's head, the woman had Batgirl looking off into the distance over one shoulder. "It looks like your ready" said the woman "you need to be awake for the final part!" With that she took a hypodermic needle and thrust it into Batgirl's arm. The unconscious superhero started to come around and finally awoke but I'm sure if you asked her she might have wanted to stay under instead of seeing what was about to happen to her.
Batgirl's eyes slowly came into focus. Even before she could see she knew she was in trouble, she could not move any part of her body, not even her fingers or toes, everything seemed to be locked down. As things became clearer she could see another woman cross her field of view, it was the sales clerk from the lingerie shop. Batgirl remembered now, she had gone to the shop to find out what happened to the blonde woman she shared a moment with that seemed so long ago. The woman was staring right into Batgirl's face now. "I'll bet you are curious what I'm going to do with you" she said. Batgirl tried to speak but soon found out that she couldn't open her mouth, like the rest of her body it was constrained by some unseen force. "Don't try to talk honey, it's quite impossible" the woman said. "First of all let me introduce myself, my name is Miss Francine, maker of fine lingerie and even finer mannequins" the woman said. "I'll bet you have already figured out why my mannequins are so life-like haven't you?" "But what I'm sure you don't know is how I've been able to get away with it for so long, let me show you". Miss Francine turned the frame and Batgirl slightly to the right and Batgirl saw a large ray gun that looked like it was right out of a 1950's sci-fi movie. On top of this weapon was a large clear cylinder and inside the cylinder was a mannequin dressed in Batgirl's costume. It suddenly became clear to Batgirl what was about to happen. She was going to trade places with the mannequin in the tube. "Figure it out yet" said Miss Francine. "I'm sure you have but let me give you the details anyway". "You see after a few minutes of my transfer ray and you will be mannequinized, it's quite painless and quite permanent". "In addition your life force will be transferred to my friend in the chamber on top.
"No one will miss you because she will become you, an exact match in every detail except one, I control her mind. She will be the new Batgirl and you who were once Batgirl will always and forever be transformed into cold hard plastic.". "How can this be happening" thought Batgirl, she remembered how cold and hard the blonde mannequin was and she shuddered at the thought that soon she will be the same way, with no possible escape, nobody will even know she is missing. "Oh yes" said Miss Francine "there is one more thing to tell you. After I captured you I made a few phone calls and arranged you sale to a certain" glancing down at a receipt "Catwoman!!" "I'm sure she will think of all kinds of interesting things to do with your body." "What a fiend" thought Batgi rl, she was doomed and she knew it if only she could move some part of her body there would be some hope but any movement was impossible. Miss Francine walked over to the transfer ray and turned it one. "You have about thirty seconds while it warms up for any last thoughts, I'd make them good ones because they will be your last". Miss Francine walked out of Batgirl's sight and all Batgirl could think of was the blonde mannequin, would she be able to feel anything after being transformed? She could hear the humming coming from the transfer ray getting louder and louder until finally there was a bright flash. At first Batgirl felt a coldness in her fingers and toes, this soon changed to numbness and was spreading all over her body. Bit by bit she could no longer feel anything and after a few seconds even her eye sight started to go away. Everything just started to get cloudy until she could no longer see. Her brain continued to register feeling for a few moments after her eye sight went away but soon even that stopped.
Miss Francine turned off the transfer ray and opened the cylinder, out stepped the new Batgirl. She motioned over towards what used to be Batgirl, now transformed into a mannequin and told her new creation "get her out of that frame and bring her over here". The new Batgirl walked over to the mannequinized Batgirl and looked into her eyes, nothing but cold hard plastic. She released the mannequin and herself and Miss Francine spent a few moments painting on new eye brows, putting on makeup and painting the finger and toe nails of the mannequinized Batgirl. They were just finishing when a buzzer went off. Miss Francine let her visitor in by way of the secret basement entrance and in walked Catwoman. She walked over to the mannequin and studied it intently for several minutes "purrrfect, I'll have so much fun with you". Catwoman, Miss Francine and the new Batgirl went upstairs to the lingerie shop to finalize the sale and get some clothes for the mannequin. The returned a few minutes later with a bra and panty set along with a garter belt and stockings. "I got you purple since it's your favorite color" said Catwomen to the mannequin even though she knew she could hear anything. The three women quickly dressed the mannequin in the lingerie then Catwomen picked up her new prize and left. Her laughter could be heard echoing in the basement for several minutes after she left.
Part 2
Catwoman came again, she couldn't remember how many times she had done that since getting home last night with her new toy. She looked up from her bed at the statue standing against the far wall of her bedroom and she could feel herself getting excited again. Getting off the bed Catwoman walked over to the mannequin. It was perfect, Batgirl in every detail. Well it should be perfect because it was in fact Batgirl, transformed from living breathing tissue to cold hard plastic. How Catwoman had dreamt of this day, Batgirl out of her hair forever. She would probably keep the mannequin around for awhile until she got tired of it then she would have it cut up and destroyed, thereby driving the final nail in Batgirl's coffin. That was for later not now, now Catwoman was still incredibly turned on by the site of her frozen foe. She slipped her hands under the mannequin's bra and felt the rock hard breasts, put a hand down the mannequin's panties and tried to imagine what was there just a few hours earlier. Maybe that Francine bitch will let me test drive her new Batgirl sometime thought Catwoman. That thought her over the edge, she quickly moved her hands to her own crotch and the slightest touch on her pussy lips brought about another orgasm. Catwoman looked down at the cum running down her legs and thought it was amazing how much of that stuff she could produce. She rubbed her already sticky hands up and down inside her thighs then rubbed her cum soaked hands all over the mannequin's face. Yet another humiliation for Batg irl, as if being turned into a statue wasn't bad enough but now her face was literly drenched in Catowman's juices. Catwomen stepped back and admired her handy work, and decided it was time to get rid of the purple lingerie. It's really time I get you dressed in something a little more appropriate and disappeared into a closet. A few moments later she returned with a black body suit and some boots. She stripped the mannequin and started pulling on the bodysuit, "I hope you like this it's one of my favorites" she whispered into the mannequin's ear. Catwoman finished with the body suit and forced the boots onto the mannequin's feet. She then laid the mannequin down on her bed, "I have to go now, I hope you are comfortable", and she left the room.
Catwoman entered Miss Francine's shop through the same basement entrance she used last night but today she had other business in mind. She walked into the large well lit basement and noticed Miss Francine standing by the large frame on the other side of the room. Miss Francine was obviously working on something important and merely waved Catwoman over. As Catwoman walked closer to the frame she was able to study it in greater detail, it appeared to contain a whole series of belts, pulleys, buckles and straps. But what caught her attention the most was the woman that was currently being fastened into the frame. She could only see the woman from behind but what she could see she liked. Catwoman walked around to the front of the framework and looked at the woman's face. Her head was held securely in place and in her unconscious state looked totally at peace. All of the woman's facial hair had been removed but her shoulder length brown hair was perfectly arranged. Even without any makeupon the woman looked familiar to Catwoman, "don't I know her?" she asked Miss Francine. "Do you ever watch the six o'clock news" replied Miss Francine. "Of course, that's Sally Brown, that pesky investigative reporter who always seems to get in everyone else's business." Catwoman said. "Well she got into mine recently," commented Miss Francine as she fastened the last strap "she was awfully curious why my mannequins were so life-like. I offered her a tour of my facilities and the stupid little bitch jumped at the chance." "What about her camera crew?" asked Catwoman. "She just brought one other person with her" Miss Francine said and motioned over to the corner of the room. Catwoman looked in the corner and saw another mannequin. She walked over and examined it more closely, if Catwoman was guessing right this mannequin was all that was left of poor Miss Brown's camera crew.The mannequin was short, barely over five feet tall and was rather stocky. It's blonde hair was cut short,kind of butch looking. Catwoman felt the mannequin's breasts and c ouldn't help but remember how Batgirl's breasts felt earlier that day. She looked into the mannequin's eyes and received the same cold, blank, faraway look that she had seen previously with Batgirl. "What are you going to do with this one?" Catwoman asked Miss Francine. "I don't know, she doesn't really fit in with the rest of the mannequin's I have in the store, I guess I'll offer her for sale I'm sure she will fit someone's needs." What a pity, thought Catwoman, she's so young and her only mistake was working for that bitchSally Brown. The two woman walked over to the unconscious and secured bound Sally Brown. Catwoman thought it must have taken hours to put her in that frame. "I have a couple more preparations to make, please feel free to take a closer look but please do not change any of the settings" Miss Francine said. Catwoman began to examining Sally Brown's body, it was standing with one leg slightly ahead of the other and one arm was held out as if she was pointing at something. The other arm hung down by her side. Sally's feet were at an odd angle, it was as if she was standing on her toes and speaking of her toes they seemed to be pressed together awfully tight, there were no gaps there at all. Each part of Sally's body was held by some sort of strap or cable, even each individual finger was held in place by several small wires so the hand was in exactly the position Miss Francine wanted. Catwoman was impressed by the attention to detail and only wished she had been able to see Batgirl in this state last night. Miss Francine walked over to Sally and pressed a needle into her neck, Sally's eyes opened almost immediately. She looked dazed and confused. Miss Francine placed a hand on Sally's cheek, "you were so curious about my mannequins, so nosy about my operations. Well I've decided to show you how it all works from the inside, you will become one of my mannequins!!" Sally could not believe what she was hearing, this reporting business seemed like so much fun. Getting to pry into other peoples affairs and then broadcast them all over the nation. She never considered other people's feelings, but now it looked like she bit off more than she could chew. She heard a humming noise but wasn't sure where it was coming from or what it meant, only that it was getting lo uder. A brilliant light flashed in her eyes and her body began to grow numb. Sally wasn't sure what was happening to her but she knew the end was near. Catwoman watched this scene with total amazement. Sally Brown's body transformed before her eyes, she could actually see her skin appear to change. It started at her extremities and slowly moved around her body. The head was last, there was some feeling, some emotion in Sally's eyes earlier but they gradually went away until now there was nothing but the blank stare that Catwoman had come to recognize. Catwoman was so wrapped up in watch Sally's demise that she totally missed the other transformation going on that room as the mannequin in the glass cylinder attached to the transformer ray came to life. Miss Francine released the new Sally Brown from the chamber and told her to take the body out of the frame and prepare it for display, Miss Francine would be along later to help after she concluded her business with Catwoman.
"What else can I possibly do for you today?" Miss Francine asked Catwomen. "I need Batgirl to help me with another troublesome superhero, I'm sure you've heard of her, Wonder Woman." Miss Francine thought about this for a few moments and replied "I don't see any problems there, do you want her to be in the same state that I delivered Batgirl?" Catwoman was adamant "No I want her delivered intact to my secret hideout, I have my own plans for her. Of course I will pay full price even though I want to finish with her myself." Miss Francine agreed that this was possible and she knew just the way to trap WonderWoman. She was disappointed that Wonder Woman would not be added to her collection but Catwoman was the customer and Miss Francine aimed to please.
Diana Prince awoke with a start, why did that damn emergency beeper always go off right just when she started to sleep soundly. She looked at the secret code in the display, it was Batgirl. I wonder what she has gotten herself into Diana thought as she got up and went to the closet. In seconds she was dressed and ready to go. She gripped her super transmitter and called Batgirl. "Hey, what's up?" she asked. The voice on the other side of the phone asked her to if she knew where a certain lingerie shop was. Yes, I know the place," replied Wonder Woman. Batgirl explained how to enter through the secret basement entrance, and to please hurry she was in awful trouble. "Be right there" Wonder Woman replied and hurried out the door.
Wonder Woman was not sure what to expect as she entered the basement. It was brightly lit but there were lots of shadows along the sides of the room the she would have to watch. As she inched her way along the wall her foot touched something, she bent down to pick it up. It was one of Batgirl's boots, "Oh Barbara, what have you gotten yourself into?" thought Wonder Woman. She looked around and noticed several other pieces of Batgirl's costume strewn around the basement. She also saw the large frame right in the center of the room and there appeared to be someone tied to it. Wonder Woman cautiously made her way up to the frame and saw Batgirl, stripped naked and bound to the frame. A large red ball gag was wedged into Batgirl's mouth. Wonder Woman quickly untied Batgirl and pulled her off the frame. Batgirl loosened the gag and hugged Wonder Woman, "let's get out of here quick, you don't know what they do to people down here" she told Wonder Woman. Batgirl did not want to let Wonder Woman go she just kept holding on, "take it easy, you are safe now, we'll get out of here in just a minute" Wonder Woman said. She held Batgirl and looked to see if there was anything in the room that may provide some clues towards what Batgirl was talking about. Distracted by her search Wonder Woman did not see the needle in Batgirl's hand, the first indication of danger was when Batgirl plunged the needle into Wonder Woman's shoulder. Wonder Woman wanted to scream but couldn't, whatever was in the needle sure acted fast. She could open her mouth but nothing came out. She had to get out of there but she couldn't feel her legs. Wonder Woman could feel Batgirl pulling away from her but could neither hold on to her or follow her. She had fallen for a trap and now was at the mercy of ' Batgirl? While she was trying to sort these events out in her head Wonder Woman felt another sharp pain, this time in her other shoulder. Whoever was doing this to her really wanted to make sure Wonder Woman wasn't going anywhere. Miss Francine had administered the
second shot to Wonder Woman and now stepped in front of the paralyzed Amazon. "Hello and welcome to my place of business Wonder Woman. If you are curious what I sell here all you need to know right now is I intend to sell you." Wonder Woman could feel her chest muscles tighten and it was hard to get enough air. "Let me explain what I've done to you Wonder Woman," Miss Francine went on "the drug I've given you is a muscle paralyser I spent years developing. You will not be able to move and your heart and lungs will only work enough to keep your brain alive. The rest of you body will gradually harden over time, I'm afraid it is a very slow and painful death unless the antidote is administered within 48 hours. Fortunately for you, you will be at your new home long before then but I'm afraid it will be some time before you operate at peak strength again." Wonder Woman's head was reeling, she could seem to get enough air and it felt as if her chest was about to burst. She could no longer move her eyes but she could still see straight ahead. All of her other senses were working normally or maybe at an even higher state now. She could feel the two women in the room pulling off her costume and then she felt the vibrator. If only she could move, if she could close her legs, but she couldn't. All she could do was stand there as Miss Francine worked the vibrator around her inner thighs and on her pussy lips. When the vibrator was force inside her Wonder Woman thought her head was going to explode, she had never felt anything like it. All of the sensations were increased ten fold but she had no release, the muscles in her vagina were paralyzed as well. Miss Francine pulled the vibrator out and wiped it's tip on Wonder Woman's lips, "that's all for you now, more than a few minutes and you will be driven mad by the sensations." "Should I take her to the customer new?" asked Batgirl. "No we have some time I'd like to play with this one tomorrow, we'll ship her out tomorrow night." Replied Miss Francine. "Good night Wonder Woman" and Miss Francine gave her a kiss on the cheek. The two women left the basement but not before turning out the lights. The darkness was complete and it only added to Wonder Woman's sense of helplessness, she could only stand there unable to move and unable to see with the taste of her own cum on her lips and could only ponder what was in store for her in the morning. It would be a long night.
The next morning Miss Francine and one of her assistants dressed Wonder Woman up in a sheer bodystocking and nothing else. They then posed her with her legs spread and her hands on her hips. They carried Wonder Woman out into the store and placed her in the display window looking out on the busy sidewalk. Wonder Woman could see enough of her reflection in the glass to know that she was not in for a good day. She was for all intents and purposes naked and standing in a store window on the busiest street in town. She was barely there a few minutes she noticed the first people pass, oh please don't let anyone I know see me like this thought Wonder Woman. The morning went by slowly and several people stopped in front of Wonder Woman for longer and longer periods of
time. Finally in what had to be early afternoon, but she really could not track the time, a female police officer stopped in front of the window. She was walking her beat and noticed a larger than normal crowd in front of the lingerie shop. "Move along people, nothing to see here" she cried, and stopped to look in the window. That damn Miss Francine, I keep telling her not to put naked mannequins in her store front and she stormed into the shop. "OK Francine let's get the tall black hairdo one out of the window" the police officer said. "Sorry but she was just so beautiful I wanted everyone to see her" replied Francine, "we'll take her out right away. And two of Francine's assistants pulled Wonder Woman out of the store front and set her back by the dressing room. "This is your last warning" the police officer said as she walked over to Wonder Woman. Francine was right, this was a particularly beautiful mannequin. She stared at the mannequin for a few more seconds then on a whim ran her night stick between it's legs, it came out wet. "What the'" was all the police office could get out before needle entered her body. She was out like a light and the two assistants dragged her off towards the basement. Wonder Woman had been able to see the whole thing, it happened right in front of her. The poor police officer, she may have been my last chance to help but now because of me I don't know what will happen to her. Miss Francine dragged Wonder Woman back into the dressing rooms for what she called a new look. Wonder Woman was dressed in a flimsy see through bra and a pair of crotchless pantyhose and no panties. Her pussy was exposed for everyone to see. Miss Francine dragged her back to a secluded part of the store and propped her against the wall right in front of a mirror. Wonder Woman could do nothing but stare at herself in the mirror, she could neither look away or close her eyes. After some time Miss Francine and another woman came back, they were dragging a mannequin behind them. They stood the mannequin up right in front of Wonder Woman, "look familiar" asked Miss Francine? It was the police officer, they had turned her into a mannequin. The police officer was frozen in place with her legs together and one arm held out to the side and slightly to the front. Her hand was about even with Wonder Woman's crotch. They moved the police office next to Wonder Woman and placed a large dildo in her hand. They shoved the other end into Wonder Woman's pussy, "you liked the night stick so much I thought I'd give you a little treat for the rest of the day" said Miss Francine. "The device resting inside you right now is attached to a timer, every five minutes you get stimulation for five seconds. Doesn't sound like much but trust me you won't enjoy it." Miss Francine hung a clock on the mirror, right in Wonder Woman's line of sight so Wonder Woman would be able to tell exactly when the next jolt will come. Wonder Woman looked at the clock, it was three o'clock and the store closes at five. That means she would only have to endure twenty four orgasms in a two hour period, she didn't know if she was up to it. The minute hand reached the one and the first five second shock exploded in Wonder Woman's mind, five seconds seemed like an eternity since she couldn't move a muscle. She was almost recove red from the first when the second came, it seemed more intense than the first. And so it went, after the first hour Wonder Woman couldn't tell when one shock ended and the next one started, by five o'clock she couldn't even focus her eyes on the clock. "Pull that thing out of her and clean her up, it's time she met her new owner" Miss Francine told her assistants. The two assistants removed the dildo from Wonder Woman's pussy and carried her down to the basement. There they stripped her and hosed her down. Once she was cleaned and dried they dressed her back in her Wonder Woman costume and waited for Miss Francine. Several minutes later Miss Francine arrived with Batgirl, she told Batgirl "go ahead and deliver this to Catwoman, she'll be expecting you." Catwoman! Thought Wonder Woman, is she behind all this? Wonder Woman had a feeling that as bad as this day was everything was about to get much worse.
Batgirl waited at the door to the abandon warehouse just like she was told, next to her was a large shipping crate. It had been tough lugging this around but Catwoman was specific, she must come alone. The door opened a crack and then once the identity of the caller was confirmed it opened the rest of the way. Two women Batgirl had not seen before came out and hauled the box inside, Batgirl followed. The box was placed in the center of a small room, the mannequinized Batgirl was in the same room and one wall was almost complete covered by what looked like white paper. Catwoman pried the box open, removed the packing materials and found the paralyzed Wonder Woman. "I thought I told you I didn't want her like this" she said to Batgirl. "Wait a minute," Batgirl replied and she took out a syringe and injected Wonder Woman in the arm. Wonder Woman immediately fell out of the box and onto the floor, the antidote released her from the paralysis as quickly as the original drupe had paralyzed her. As Wonder Woman lay on the floor she gasped for air, her arms and legs felt like Jell-O, her will was gone all she wanted to do was rest. But she couldn't she had to fight back, she tried to get up but couldn't her arms and legs were useless. Catwoman removed one of her boots and stuck her stocking foot in WondeR Woman's face, "kiss the foot of you new master, you worthless, pathetic bitch!" "Never" replied WondeR Woman. That brought about a swift kick in the stomach and WondeR Woman doubled over in pain. Catwoman walked over to the mannequinized Batgirl and called out to WondeR Woman, "doesn't she look familiar?" WondeR Woman had trouble focusing her eyes but finally could see the figure standing next to Catwoman looked just like Barbara Gordon, wait it didn't look like Barbara, it was Barbara. That would explain a lot about last night since WondeR Woman was one of the few people that knew Barbara's secret, that Barbara Gordon and Batgirl were one and the same. Miss Francine and Catwoman must have turned the real Batgirl into a statue and replaced her with a replica. "That's right Wonder Bitch this is the real Batgirl, I had her preserved and brought her, to my trophy room" gushed Catwoman. "Until now she has been alone, the prize of my collection but she is about to get company, girls put WondeR Woman on the wall." Catwoman's two helper hefted WondeR Woman up and literally threw against the white wall. To Wonder Woman's suprise she stuck fast, not only stuck but she felt as if she was sinking into the wall. "Feels strange doesn't it Bitch" exclaimed Catwoman. "What are you doing to me, what is happening to my body" cried Wonder Woman as she seemed to sink further and further into the wall, "I'm sinking!" "You aren't sinking at all Wonder Woman," Catwomen said "you are merely being relieved of your third dimension." "You fiend" exclaimed Wonder Woman as she tried to free herself from the wall. "Go ahead and fight all you want Wonder Woman it just make this all the more enjoyable. I paid a lot for this material and once it has you there is no escape. Catwoman was right, Wonder Woman thought, she couldn't get away, especially in her weakened state. Wonder Woman could feel her arms and legs being moved, she was being posed with her hands on her hips and her legs spread. She could feel her chin raise slightly and even though she had no control over any of her muscles a big smile came across her face. "I thought that would be an appropriate way for you to look for the rest of eternity" Catwoman said as she placed a mirror in front of Wonder Woman, "here now you can watch too" Wonder Woman was shocked at what she saw in the mirror, she could see herself against the wall but it was as if she was about three quarters inside the wall, there just didn't seem to be any depth to her body. The feeling was very similar to last night, she could see and hear everything that was going on around her but this time she couldn't feel anything. All she could do was stare at the mirror, stare at her own smiling face. She couldn't make out any depth in her body at all now, s he looked as if she was one with the wall. Catwoman stepped in front of Wonder Woman "comfy? I sure hope so because you will be like this for a very long time." Catwomen removed the mirror, which was a relief to Wonder Woman, at least she wouldn't have to stare at her self. She could see the mannequinized Batgirl off to the right, almost out of her field of vision. They were dressing her in a Batgirl costume. Seeing the mannequin dressed as Batgirl increased the feeling odd despair in Wonder Woman. She and Batgirl were indeed trophies in the possession of Catwoman and neither of them could escape on their own. What evil plans does Catwoman have now that her only obstacles are mannequinzed and pressed into wallpaper? Only time will tell.
MORE TO COME!
by DMC
PART 3...
Mike could not believe what he was looking at. He had been a cop for seventeen years and Kris had been his partner for the last six. He knew he could recognize her anywhere and here she was,in this dress shop as a mannequin. It looked exactly like her but it couldn't be her, could it? Hadn't she just brought him to the shop? But still the resemblance was amazing. Mike reached up and touched the mannequin's face and then let his hand slip down to her breasts, they were hard. Mike looked back and saw Kris walking over. She was with her roommate, some tall redhead with some name Mike just couldn't remember. He always wondered if they were more than just roommates. Kris approached, "looks real familiar, doesn't it". "It's unbelievable" Mike replied. The redhead seeing Mike's confusion offered, "the owner of the store has all of the mannequin's custom made, they all are modeled after real people. Here look at this one," she lead Mike to the other side of the display. Mike looked at that mannequin and saw a perfect replica of the redhead herself. "Once Kris saw this I was able to convince her to pose herself," said the redhead as she looked back as Kris. Kris winked at the redhead, she knew the real truth. That she had been replicated first and had taken her roommate on a lingerie shopping spree that she would never return from. Kris thought it was fun teasing Mike like this. There was no way he could see the real picture, that he was looking at his mannequinized partner. She felt something inside of her and wished she could take her new redhead friend home right now and fuck her brains out, but they both had a job to do. Kris her mannequin double a kiss on the cheek and said, "lets go we have to get back to work". "Right behind you" replied Mike and they left the store. The redhead decided to change the clothes on the two mannequins before her. She dragged them both to the back room and stripped them both. She dressed her own double in a pair of black pantyhose, black leather mini-skirt and white top. She then dug through the costume closet until she came up with a police uniform for Kris. She dressed Kris in the uniform and then adjusted the arms on her mannequin double until they were behind it's back. She looked as it's wrists were in a pair of handcuffs. "My such kinky games you lovers play, and I have just the place for you to play them." She moved the two mannequins to the front window. She liked the thought of all of their friends walking by each day and seeing these two, passing with scarcely a second look. Not knowing who was real and who was the fake. She really wished the day was over, she had a need that only Kris could scratch.
Meanwhile at the library Barbara Gordon was pushing a cart full of books when she saw the woman again. She had noticed her several times before and was looking for the proper excuse to introduce herself. The woman was very tall and ordinary looking at first glance but as Barbara looked closer she could see something else. Her skin was perfect and the bone structure of her face was flawless, if only she took better care of herself Barbara thought. The woman looked up and was embarrassed to see Barbara staring at her. "Don't be shy" Barbara said "my name is Barbara Gordon and I've seen you here before." "Hi, my name is Mary Scott, and yes I do come here often, I'm new to this town and I don't have any friends so I spend a lot of time reading" the woman said. "Looking it's almost lunch time, would you like to join me?" Barbara asked. "Sure, that sounds good, I don't really have anywhere else to go this afternoon" the woman replied. "Great, just let me make a quick phone call and I'll meet you downstairs, maybe we can do some shopping afterward, I know some great places within walking distance." "OK" Mary replied and walked towards the exit.
"I have a business proposition for you," explained Catwoman. "This should be interesting," replied Miss Francine, "let's hear it." Catwoman passed a sheet of paper over to Miss Francine, "it's very simple, I've compiled a list of the most powerful people in the city that we can duplicate with you machine there" Catwoman said while gesturing towards the transformer ray. "I see a problem already" replied Miss Francine, "the transformer ray only works on women." Catowoman thought about this for a moment "well then we will just have to replace all of the women on the list, they really run things anyway" "How do you propose to capture all of these woman?" asked Miss Francine. "That's the good part," replied Catwoman "you control Batgirl and everyone trusts her, they will never suspect they are being led into a trap" "I see" said Miss Francine, "and as we replicate more women in positions of trust and authority the job will actually get easier" "Exactly" explained Catwoman, "so your in then?" "I'll do it on one condition" replied Miss Francine. "And what would that be" asked Catwoman? "I hear you have done something particularly nasty with Wonder Woman but I want her back. "I want to mannequinize her so I will have a copy that is under my control. Once I have duplicated her you can have the original back, in mannequized form of course." "Hmm" thought Catwoman "I kind of like her the way she is but I guess she would look nice next to Batgirl, sort of like a pair of bookends. All right, you can have Wonder Woman but there is something I want to do with her first, it shouldn't take long you should have her by tomorrow morning." "Good" replied Miss Francine "I'll look forward to it." "Now who is first on the list" asked Catwoman? "I think Batgirl's, I mean Barbara Gordon's father's secretary, I think her name is Bonnie should be our first target" suggested Miss Francine. "An excellent choice" replied Catwoman as she got up to leave "until tomorrow then" And Catwoman left the room.
Not long after Catwoman's exit Barbara Gordon rode the elevator from the Lingerie shop down to Miss Francine's workshop. Along with her in the elevator was the unconscious body of Mary Scott. The elevator door opened and Barbara dragged Mary's body into the workshop, placed it on one of the work tables and began stripping off Mary's clothes. Miss Francine entered and took at close look at Mary, "let's see what you have brought me"? "I found this one at the library" Barbara said. "We can take our time with this one, she has no friends or relatives the will miss her anytime soon" Barbara said as she pulled the last of Mary's outer garments off. "Good because this one will have to wait" replied Miss Francine "I have an assignment for you." Miss Francine went on to tell Barbara about her plans for Bonnie. "what will we do with her?" asked Barbara while gesturing towards Mary. "We will keep her on ice for now and deal with her when we have more time" replied Miss Francine. The two women lifted Mary's sleeping body off the table and carried it into a small room of the main workshop. The room looked like a large walk in freezer but with several individual booths instead of shelves or racks. Miss Francine opened one of the booths, inside was a post with several straps attached. Mary's body was strapped to the post she now stood inside the booth. Miss Francine and Barbara left the chamber and closed the door. Miss Francine pressed a button next to the chamber and Barbara noticed a faint mist entering the chamber. "What are you doing to her?" asked Barbara. "She is being frozen, until we can deal with her properly" replied Miss Francine as she left the room. Barbara lingered for a few moments and looked at Mary's now frozen body. Barbara had been able to strip Mary down to her bra, panties and stockings and wished that she had had more time to do more. She was looking forward to being with Mary, but that will have to wait. At least she will be there when Barbara finished her current assignment. Frost began to creep up the glass walls of the booth and Barbara left the room. Inside the booth the frozen body of Mary Scott slept peacefully, unaware of what was in store for her later.
Catwoman walked quickly into her trophy room, she didn't have much time left and wanted to humiliate Wonder Woman once more before she had to turn her over to Miss Francine. "About time you showed up," called a voice from the shadows "nice toys." Catwoman spun around in time to see Poison Ivy emerge from behind the door. "Oh I'm so glad you could make it" exclaimed Catwoman as she embraced Poison Ivy. "What's with these" Poison Ivy said while gesturing towards the Batgirl mannequin and Wonder Woman picture? Catwoman explained to her friend that she was not looking at a picture and statue but all that remained of Wonder Woman and Batgirl. "Oh my, aren't you the devious one," said Poison Ivy. Wonder Woman could sense the other people in the room but they were out of her field of vision and she couldn't see them. She could tell from the voice that one was Catwoman and the other voice sounded familiar but she could not place it. As Wonder Woman was trying to place the second voice Poison Ivy walked over to Batgirl and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Poison Ivy, that's the voice I heard" thought Wonder Woman, I wonder what she is doing here. Catwoman called to Poison Ivy "I needed you help with Wonder Woman here. You've heard about the new park opening downtown haven't you?" "Sure" replied Poison Ivy, "I thought Wonder Woman was supposed to be at the dedication, I guess she won't make that." "Oh but she will" Catwoman said "I just need your help moving her to the park." "Not that" thought Wonder Woman, wasn't standing in the store window enough public humiliation for them? Catwoman threw a sheet over Wonder Woman and Poison Ivy helped her take the helpless Amazon off the wall. In the darkness Wonder Woman could feel herself being moved, her only hope was that something would happen on the way to the park, but she didn't hold out much hope.
Once inside the park Catwoman found what she was looking for rather quickly. It was a life size mural of Wonder Woman. Working quickly the removed the mural from it's frame and slid Wonder Woman's body into the frame in it's place. "Let's get out of here before people start to show up" Poison Ivy said to Catwoman. The two villains left the park with the mural, leaving Wonder Woman trapped in two dimension form in front of what will soon be a park full of her friends. Wonder Woman looked out at the scene before her, already people were starting to file into the park. She could see the podium, not fifty feet from her, where she was supposed to make the dedication speech. She wondered who would make it in her place and what the crowd would think when she doesn't show up. If only they knew that she was right here, right in front of them. But she couldn't call out and no one would think that this picture could actually be the missing Wonder Woman. Other thoughts came to Wonder Woman's mind, thoughts that made the ceremony unfolding before her seem trivial. She had not eaten in, she couldn't tell how long. Time no longer registered with her but she could tell that if something didn't happen soon it would be to late for her. Already it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything for more than a few minutes. If she ever got out of this alive Wonder Woman thought she would need a few weeks on Paradise Island to recover. She could hear the speeches starting now and she focused back on the podium. It was the new mayor, Margaret Fields, Wonder Woman had never seen her up close and was amazed to see how young she looked, no more than her mid-thirties tops. The mayor was telling the crowd that it looked like Wonder Woman must have been detained somewhere on something important and regrettably they would have to start without her. "No" Wonder Woman wanted to scream out, "I'm right here," But no sound came from Wonder Woman's mouth. She was trapped, dying actually, right here in front of all these people and they could not help her. A strong feeling of dispair swept over Wonder Woman's mind and she could no longer focus on any of the activities going on around her. She could sense people coming close to her, some actually touching her, but she was to far gone to care anymore, all she wanted was some relief and if it meant she had to die then so be it.
Bonnie had been Commissioner Gordon's secretary for close to twenty years. Now in her mid forties she couldn't think of working for anyone else. She had taken great care of her body over the years and if it wasn't for a few gray hairs she could easily pass as a woman ten maybe fifteen years younger. The call from Barbara had been somewhat of a suprise to Bonnie, she had known Barbara for most of Barbara's life but they were never really that close. Barbara had suggested they meet for dinner, something about wanting to talk about her father. Bonnie agreed to meet Barbara at a small restaurant near the library right after she got off work. Later that afternoon, after finishing the last of the reports for the Commissioner, Bonnie got ready to leave. She straighten ed her conservative business suit and looked down at her legs, she noticed a run in her pantyhose, "Oh damn" she thought. Bonnie had always prided herself in her appearance and while it's possible that nobody would notice the run, just the thought that it was there would eat away at Bonnie all night. She tried to remember what stores were close to restaurant and she remembered a little Lingerie Shop practically next door. She would stop by the restaurant and explain her problem to Barbara and then dart over to the Lingerie Shop and make a quick change, it should only take a few minutes she thought. Barbara was waiting at the bar when Bonnie walked in. "Barbara" Bonnie said "I have a slight problem" and gestured towards her leg. "I wonder if you would mind if I walk next door and get a new pair, it should only take a few minutes" she asked. "Not at all" Barbara replied "in fact I'll go with you," this will be easier than I thought Barbara said to herself. Both women left the restaurant and walked down to the Lingerie Shop. Inside the Lingerie Shop Bonnie quickly found a new pair of pantyhose and asked the woman behind the counter if she could put them on. Bonnie entered the dressing area and took of her suit coat, she then kicked off her shoes and pulled down her skirt. She hung the skirt on the hook on the wall, she didn't notice the hook bending down slightly. The pressure on the hook caused a drug tipped dart to be fired into Bonnie's body, it struck her just above the left breast. The drug's effect was immediate and Bonnie collapsed on the floor. Unseen motors hummed, gears turned, the floor tilted and Bonnie's limp body was dumped into the darkness below. Barbara had already gone down to the basement and was there to help pull Bonnie out of the netting and carry her to one of the tables. Miss Francine was there as Barbara and several other women stripped Bonnie. Miss Francine began the inspection and was impressed with the condition of what was obviously an older woman. The other women had already begun shaving Bonnie when Miss Francine found the only imperfection, Bonnie's toes showed the effect of wearing high heels every day for the last twenty years and would have to be straightened. Miss Francine took a device off the wall and placed it on Bonnie's right foot and twisted a knob. The sound of joints cracking and popping was evident in the otherwise quiet basement. Next the left foot was likewise adjusted, Bonnie would have a tough time walking right now but Miss Francine had other plans for Bonnie and walking would not be necessary. The shaving and clean up was completed and Bonnie's body was carried to the frame and Miss Francine began the tedious process of locking Bonnie into place. Barbara looked on as Bonnie was posed with one hand on her hip and the other outstretched as if she was pointing at something. She could hardly wait for this to finish, Barbara had become very familiar with Bonnie's body as she was helping to prepare it and was looking forward to dinner and whatever happened next with her replacement. Miss
Francine finished posing Bonnie and gave her an injection to wake her up. Bonnie's eye fluttered open just in time to be met by a blinding flash. She never had time to think about what was happened around her, the numbness began immediately and quickly worked it's way around her body. In just a few seconds it was over, a blank, empty stare was on Bonnie's face, now transformed into cold hard plastic. Miss Francine opened the chamber and the Bonnie's double emerged. Barbara helped her get dressed and they left for the restaurant.
It didn't take Catwoman and Poison Ivy long to retrieve Wonder Woman from the park. The placed the original mural back in it's frame and carried Wonder Woman back to Miss Francine's basement. Miss Francine looked at what had become of Wonder Woman, "how can you extract her from that position" she asked. "There is only room for one body at a time so if we introduce another body from the backside, Wonder Woman will be released," replied Catwoman. "Do we have any extra bodies just lying around" asked Poison Ivy? "Actually I think I can help you there," Miss Francine said, "Barbara go thaw out your friend". Barbara was disappointed, she had wanted to see poor Mary Scott mannequinized but she had to admit that Wonder Woman was a bigger prize and Mary was exactly what they were looking for, someone who could disappear permanently and never be missed. She entered the freezer and began the defrost procedures. After several minutes Mary was thawed out and Barbara carried her into the workshop. Mary's unconscious body was laid out on one of the work tables, she was wearing only her pantyhose and a bra and her body was still wet from the frost. Barbara began to strip Mary but was interrupted by Miss Francine, "there is no need for that, just throw her in like she is." Barbara sighed, she would never get to see Mary the way she wanted to but orders were orders. Catwoman helped Barbara pick Mary up and they carried her over to the wall where Wonder Woman was waiting. They pressed her against the backside of the wall and stepped back, Barbara was suprised that Mary initially stuck to the wall and now seemed to be sucked into it. Wonder Woman was near her end, she could no longer focus on anything around her but suddenly felt something like a kick in the back. Before she could think much about the pain in her back she sensed things in the room moving closer to her, she seemed to be hanging out of the wall. Miss Francine watched as Wonder Woman appeared to grow out of the wall. After a short period Wonder Woman latterly fell out of the wall and crumbled to the floor, to weak to even stand up. Barbara inspected the wall, Mary's body was no nothing more than a two dimensional image. If Wonder Woman left this wall in the state she is in now Barbara felt that Mary wouldn't last more than a day or two, a pity but she could not dwell on it, she had work to do.
Wonder Woman's eyes began to focus on the room before her. There were mannequins lining all of the walls and as things became clearer to her they all seemed to look familiar. There were several tables in the middle of the room and each one had a woman lying on it. There were at least two other women attending to the people on the tables, they seemed to be preparing them for something. To her right she noticed a frame like she had seen so long ago when she had come to rescue Batgirl. She must be in the same basement now. There was a woman in the frame but Wonder Woman could not place her eventhough she was sure she had seen her before. There were two other frames next to the first and each on contained a different woman. Wonder Woman was not sure about the one in the middle but she instantly recognized the one on the end. She was the editor of the largest newspaper in town. What could they possible want with her. As Wonder Woman was pondering that thought a brilliant light flashed across the room and struck the first woman she saw. Wonder Woman could not believe her eyes as she watched the helpless woman be transformed into a mannequin. The transformation started around the woman's feet, Wonder Woman could actually see them change. Once the feet and lower legs were transformed the process seemed to speed up and in no time her whole body was transformed into a mannequin. No sooner had this woman been mannequinized that an exact replica of her emerged from the large chamber on top of a strange looking device. Another mannequin was loaded into the chamber and the ray was fired at the second woman. She to was transformed and finally the ray was trained on the third. Wonder Woman watched this woman's face as it was transformed into a mannequin. The look in her eyes was a mixture of shock, suprise and terror. This must be what they have in store for me Wonder Woman thought. If only she could get some feeling back in her arms she could contact help with the secret communicator in her belt. She struggled and finally got her hand on her belt. As she fumbled to grab the communicator the three mannequins were taken out of the frames and three women were taken from the tables and placed in the frames. She recognized all three, the first was a captain in the police force, the second was the manager of her bank and the was an assistant to the mayor. Wonder Woman continued to struggle with the communicator while she pondered what all of these women had in common. She was still trying to figure things out when two women grabbed her, pick her up and carried her towards one of the tables. The quick movement caused the communicator to slip out of her hand and fall to the floor. The communicator had scarcely hit the floor before Poison Ivy picked it up, "what is this" she said. "It's just what we are looking for" replied Catwoman as she took the device from Poison Ivy "it's a way we can summon SuperGirl into our trap!!" Catwoman pressed a button on the communicator and then turned her attention towards Wonder Woman. "It seems that you still have some fight left in you, well we will take care of that" Wonder Woman was placed on a table and stripped, her ankles and wrists were tied to long poles that stretched out from the corners of the tables. A wide metal band was placed around her ribs and attached to some sort of wheel. Finally Miss Francine secured Wonder Woman's feet into the same devices she had previous used on Bonnie. Miss Francine gave a quick turn on each device and the bones in Wonder Woman's feet cracked and popped. The pain exploded in Wonder Woman's head, momentarily taking her breath away. "Let me explain what we are doing here" Miss Francine said. "we are replacing all of the women that matter in this town with my mannequins, they are completely under my control. Your friend Barbara Gordon has been replaced but of course you knew that. Whenever SuperGirl gets here she will be replaced as well, and finally you will be replaced Wonder Woman." "But only after you watch what we do to SuperGirl!!" The pain in Wonder Woman's feet was still intense but she was beginning to regain her senses. Miss Francine continued, "since you still seem to have an independent streak in you we will have to take certain measures to insure that you don't interfere with our plans". Miss Francine nodded towards Catwoman who held the pole that was tied to Wonder Woman's left ankle, Catwoman pulled and twisted the pole and the tendons and ligaments in Wonder Woman's left knee snapped. Catwoman gave another quick tug and Wonder Woman's entire left leg was pulled from it's hip
socket. Poison Ivy was positioned at Wonder Woman's right leg and repeated the process there. The pain shot to Wonder Woman's head and for a moment she lost consciousness. She was snapped back awake when Catwoman twisted the pole tied to Wonder Woman's left arm, her elbow was wrenched into an impossible angle and her arm was pulled out of it's socket. Poison Ivy quickly repeated this on Wonder Woman's right arm. "They are pulling me apart" Wonder Woman thought to herself, even if I could get up I can no longer use my arms and legs. Miss Francine looked down at the painfully contorted face of Wonder Woman and said "there that just about takes care of you, you won't put up anymore fights. There is just one more thing left to do "exclaimed Miss Francine as she turned the wheel connected to the metal band around Wonder Woman's ribs. After a couple of quick turns several of Wonder Woman's ribs snapped. "There, now you won't be moving around or doing any talking for some time" Miss Francine said. She was right Wonder Woman thought, just breathing was difficult now let alone talking. She felt herself being untied from the table and as she was being picked up her arms and legs shifted and an intense wave of pain rushed through her. Mercifully she passed into unconsciousness. Catwoman and Poison Ivy carried Wonder Woman's broken body over to a corner of the room and roughly tossed it to the floor. Wonder Woman came to rest with her legs bent to odd angles, still out cold from the shock inflicted on her body.
She could not be sure how long she was out but when Wonder Woman finally came to she could see Miss Francine's whole operation from her place on the floor. Miss Francine's assistants were busy either at the work tables or the frames. A more frames were being built as it looked as if Miss Francine was ramming up for an awful lot of business. There were four frames now and the fifth and sixth were almost complete. The four finished frames each contained one woman, Wonder Woman recognized a couple of them as prominent female attorney's. As each woman was set in a frame she was quickly mannequinized and pulled out of the frame, her place immediately taken by one of the many women on the work tables. The whole thing was starting to look like a giant assembly line. A dozen tables, each one full and the frames. She could just make out the forms of several other women that were still in the net at the other end of the room. Wonder Woman watched as another woman was mannequinized and pulled from the frame. She figured the whole process, stipping, cleaning and everything else took less than fifteen minutes. The limiting factor was the transformer ray, there was only one and it was working over time. Wonder Woman's attention was drawn to her right, there was another room there but the door was closed. Every couple of minutes some women would come from that room and leave through the elevator in this chamber. Wonder Woman was becoming conscious of the pains coming from all over her body. But it was not the pain that caused her to suffer the most. It was the fact that she had been dominated in a way that she had never been dominated before. She could not help herself, let alone all of these poor women in front of her. That fact was almost more than her Amazon mind could endure. Wonder Woman began to drift off into unconsciousness again when Catwoman and Poison Ivy appeared before here. They were pushing a modified wheelchair. They pick Wonder Woman up and sat her in the chair, the pain from her broken limbs was incredible. There was no need to tie her arms and legs to the chair, she could not use them anyway but they did secure a tight metal strap across her forehead. "Let's go Wonder Bitch, we have something to show you" Catwoman said to the crippled crime fighter. And Wonder Woman was wheeled into the other room. She was amazed at what she saw. It was everything she had seen in the other room and then some. There had to be a hundred work tables and close to twenty frames. But what really grabbed Wonder Woman's attention were the transformer rays. There were six of them working in this room. She watched amazed and each ray did it's work on one woman after another. Miss Francine noticed Wonder Woman and walked over "how do you like my factory?" Wonder Woman tried to speak but they pain her chest prevented that. "I see" said Miss Francine "that you are still unable to talk, sorry about that but we need you to stay quiet while I work." Wonder Woman tried to figure in her head how many women were being transformed but the sheer scale boggled her mind. As she tried to think there was an enormous crash in the other room and then the door to this room burst open and there stood SuperGirl. "Catwoman and Poison Ivy" SuperGirl exclaimed, "I thought you two would have learned your lesson by now!" "Oh but we have" replied Catwoman "look closely at your friend here" gesturing towards Wonder Woman. Super Girl looked closer "Wonder Woman!!" she cried "what have you done with her you bitch!!" Catwoman with her hand firmly on a lever on the back of the chair replied "we just needed her to trap you, I wouldn't move any closer because I can snap her neck a lot sooner than you can free her! The choice is yours SuperGirl, do exactly as we say or capture us but see your friend die first?" "No" thought Wonder Woman, if only she could talk she would tell SuperGirl that she was finished already. SuperGirl was the only hope for the rest of these women, but Wonder Woman could not tell her that, she could only watch as her friend gave in to these evil villains. SuperGirl thought about her options, she could not let Wonder Woman die, "all right, what do you want?" Miss Francine stepped in front of Catwoman and said "strip and get on that table!" SuperGirl had no choice and slowly took off her costume. Once naked she lay on the table Miss Francine had indicated. "Good now just lay there, be a good girl and nothing will happen to Wonder Woman" Several Miss Francine's assistants began cleaning SuperGirl's body. SuperGirl wondered what was in store for her, especially when they began shaving her particularly her private parts. But there was nothing she could do Catwoman was a good twenty feet away with Wonder Woman now and there was no way she could get there in time. All SuperGirl could do was lie there and take whatever was dished out. The assistants finished cleaning and shaving SuperGirl and Miss Francine said "OK now you need to stand in that frame over there." Not that WOnder Woman thought, SuperGirl doesn't know the danger she is in, she should forget about me and save herself. SuperGirl stood in the frame and watched curiously as she was tied in. Once all of the straps were in place Miss Francine walked over and gave SuperGirl a kiss on the lips then took a step back. No sooner was Miss Francine out of the way then a light flashed across the room and SuperGirl was struck by the transformer ray. SuperGirl quickly realized what was happening to her but it was to late. She could not move her arms or legs. In seconds she had been completely transformed a look of shook and suprise on her f rozen face. Wonder Woman could not bear to watch SuperGirl transform in front of her. When she looked up SuperGirl's replica was already dressing in her costume. Catwoman released the metal band from Wonder Woman's head and dumped her out of the chair. "Now it's your turn" Catwoman said. Wonder Woman look up from the floor and saw SuperGirl and Batgirl standing before her. For a brief moment she thought this was all a dream and her friends were here to help her. But she soon realized that these were the replicas of her friends, they pick her up off the floor and carried her to a frame. Miss Francine started strapping Wonder Woman in when she said "Soon I'll have the whole set under my control, SuperGirl, Batgirl and Wonder Woman, then I can finally get the mayor. She couldn't possibly refuse an invitation from all three of you!!" Miss Francine's maniacal laugh filled the room as she finished with Wonder Woman. She had posed Wonder Woman with her head down so she would have to endure one final humiliation, she would be able to see herself being transformed. Wonder Woman was beyond caring at this point, she welcomed the relief from the pain and mental anguish that the transformation would bring. The flash of light never registered in Wonder Woman's head, she noticed her feet changing, becoming shiny, the effect worked it's way up her legs. She was being transformedand she knew it, there was nothing she could do, the final darkness was welcome. Her face showed neither shock or suprise, as she was pulled from the frame there was nothing but a blank stare.
The End (part four to follow)