THE PLAN:
Lex Luthor, Metropolis’s reining criminal genius is sitting in a darkened office mulling over how much better his fortunes would be if not for all these meddling superheroes constantly fouling up his life. He is startled from his morose thoughts by the sudden and most unexpected appearance of the Joker. Wasting no time, the pasty faced criminal loudly starts into a laundry list of complaints, most of which bemoaning how all of his “brilliant” plans get foiled. Luthor can’t even get a word in edgewise as Joker rambles on about how all of his problems seem to revolve around some form of bats.
“So what do you say Lexy? How about we join together to rid the world of some pests?”
“Why in the world would I ever consider taking part with any plan that involves you?” Lex grumbles. As if his day hadn’t been bad enough already.
Leaning in over Luthor’s desk, the shadows playing over Joker’s pasty white face, giving him a rather skull-like appearance. “Just give this a listen. I’ve given it a lot of thought?”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Lex replies, his foot slowly moves towards the hidden switch that will summon his beautiful and deadly chauffer / bodyguard, Mercy.
Joker is on a roll and isn’t willing to be put off. “We’ve both spent too much time fighting the same pests over and over again. The bats all know me too well, just as those goody goodies in blue probably have all your moves down pretty pat.”
Sadly, Lex slowly shakes his head with disbelief. “So you’re offering to swap adversaries? Do you really think you are ready to take on Superman?”
With a sick giggle Joker points out, “I was actually thinking of starting off with something a bit smaller. You know, like a trail run. How about we get rid of Supergirl and Batgirl first?”
“Honestly I’d be happy to be rid of any of them,” Luthor says. Then it strikes him that this insane clown might actually have the germ of an interesting idea. “But you know I’m not just looking at simply causing some trouble for Supergirl. I want her gone. Permanently! But I cannot afford having anything pointing back to me. The last thing I want is to have the entire Justice League hunting me down.”
“That’s the beauty of it Lexy!” Still leaning with hands on the desk, Joker’s legs are pumping up and down in an excited jig. “I kill little blue for you… and so what? Nothing leads back to you. And even if they do catch me… what are they going to do? Kill me? All those heroes? I don’t think so! No… they’ll send me back to my home, sweet home away from home. They send me back to Arkham! HA HA HA HA… And they’ve never been able to hold me in that place for long! HA HA HA HA HA….!”
“And I take care of Batgirl in return?” The first part of this is plan actually sounds good.
“You can do anything you want to with her,” Joker leans himself almost nose to nose with Luthor, his mad eyes gleaming wildly. “Just so long as I never see her again!”
THE TRAP:
Later, Supergirl is acting on a tip that Lex Luthor was spotted in the area of a Star Lab facility on the outskirts of Metropolis. Curious about what the villain might be up to, and wondering how there could be any possible ties between the criminal and Star Labs, the Maid of Might speeds to investigate. Gliding down gently from the sky she finds Batgirl parking her Batcycle out in front of the same building. The pair quickly share greetings and notes. It seems that Batgirl has been following her own tip, one that has her believing that the Joker may be paying a surprise visit to Metropolis. Supergirl quickly explains why she is here, until her story is interrupted when they both catch a quick glimpse of a figure looking strangely like the Joker moving around inside the Star Labs building.
“He might be yours, but I bet I can get to him first,” Supergirl smiles as she flies away in a flash. But once inside the building the Girl of Steel finds herself lost in a maze of white corridors. Using of her X-ray vision doesn’t seem to help, making her wonder what kind of research would be done that would require lead lining of every wall. And where are all the employees? Shouldn’t there be someone wandering around here during normal business hours? Luckily her super hearing can still pickup the Joker’s taunting laugh, allowing her to home in on him.
Outside, Batgirl is deciding if she should go in to assist Supergirl. As if the Girl of Steel would ever require any help from her. No, better she should just wait here to help clean up the mess. After all, what kind of a fight could Joker ever put up against such a powerful super heroine? Then she notices a glint of light, something briefly gleaming from an office window from an upper floor. Trying not to give away that she has noticed anything unusual, Batgirl rolls her eyes back in their sockets to get a better look. From the distance she cannot be sure, but it does look like the profile of Lex Luthor’s famous battle suit – and it looks like he is setting up an energy weapon of some kind. Could it be that Luthor was setting up an ambush for Supergirl? If so, is the presence of the Joker here just a distraction to give Luthor time to finish his preparations? With too many questions nagging at her, the masked dare doll decides this requires further investigation. Still not letting on that she has noticed anything wrong, Batgirl casually gets on her cycle and slowly rolls away. Cruising around the corner where she can’t be seen, she again parks the bike, then searches for another way into the building. She needs to get upstairs before Lex can attack the unsuspecting Supergirl.
FOR SAFE KEEPING:
Supergirl is sure that she is only moments away from nabbing the Joker. His laughter is getting louder, and the corridor in front of her is running out connecting hallways that he could possibly disappear down. Making one last turn, she can now see what seems will be the final room. It is a spacious, if sterile lab, and at attached at the rear is a large walk-in vault. The vault door is wide open. One quick glance with her super vision tells her Joker isn’t hiding anywhere in the room, which only leaves one place he could be. Stepping into the vault, she flicks on a wall switch to light up the inside. Standing calmly in a rear corner is the Joker.
“Supergirl! What an unpleasant surprise.”
“Why are you in my city, Joker?”
“Your city? Funny, I thought Big Blue had a big piece of it!
The grinning villain slowly steps his way closer to Supergirl, all the while he is fingering the flower in his lapel. Making a flourish with the opposite hand, a grand move which distracts Supergirl for the briefest of an instant, causing her to glance away just long enough for a jet of green goo to shoot out at her from the lapel flower. The startled Supergirl cannot react quickly enough to prevent the goo from splashing onto her blouse, where it instantly sticks to the blue fabric in a thick glob. Instinctively she reaches to brush it off, but lets out a hiss of pain first before she can even touch at the stain. Then she collapses to the floor like a rag doll. Rolling around in obvious pain, Supergirl tries in vain to wipe the goo off from her lovely chest, her fingers burning in agony from even the briefest contact with the quickly hardened mess.
“What’s wrong little Blue Bird? You’re looking a little green around the gills,” Joker says with mock concern. “Or could it be from all that lovely green Krypotnite smeared across your bountiful chest?”
The close proximity of the Green K has quickly weakened the Girl of Steel, and is clearly causing her great deal of pain. “Please… please help me…” she begs in short gasps.
“Haven’t I done enough already?” Joker laughs as he dances wildly around the helpless girl. “If only you knew the amount of time and effort it took to get my little surprise spray to work just right. How many runs it took to get the adhesive to dry fast, but still stay as a liquid until I needed it Work, work, work....”
Supergirl is slowly flopping around on the ground from the continued pain stabbing at her. Desperately she begins clutching at the bottom of her blouse, fingers trembling as she tries to pull it up. Fighting frantically to take off the stained uniform so she can get away from the deadly Green K radiation. Each passing tick of the clock is draining strength and life from her body.
“But maybe it all happened so fast you weren’t able to appreciate my efforts. So how about a quick replay?” Wearing a frightening, leering death grin, Joker stands over Supergirl’s legs. Activating the control for his lethal flower, he sends out a second squirt of Green K spray. This time the spattering of goo glues itself to her short, red skirt.
“NO!” she shouts out as she is hit with a second wave of searing pain. Spasms of agony rip through her body with the increased amount of the poison.
“Please… don’t… you’re killing me…” pleads the helpless heroine.
“Kind of the point, don’t you think,” the insane villain gleefully laughs. “That’s why you’re here. No hope of rescue! No sunlight to help you recharge. Lots of lovely lead shielding so nobody can see you… HA HA HA HA … as if any one is looking!” Joker gives a kick at Supergirl’s chest. Kicking hard enough to change her direction as the poisoned Girl of Steel, who has been slowly trying to crawl her way towards the vault door. “Oh, and the best part… Once we’re finished here, I lock the vault – with you inside – and this whole wing of the building gets filled with cement. A most fitting tomb, don’t you think? At least a lasting one! HA HA HA HA HA…!?!?!”
SHOCKING DEVELOPMENT:
Batgirl has silently made her way upstairs, positive that she has narrowed her search down to exactly the room Lex is in. Unfortunately there is no window allowing her see into the room, and because of electronic locks, there is not even a keyhole for her to spy through. Her only option will be to get past the lock as stealthily as possible… and enter. Using a small device from her utility belt she quickly defeats the lock. Gripping the door handle, Batgirl’s body tenses as she prepares to burst inside. Throwing the door wide, the athletic avenger leaps forward. Landing with a tight forward roll, she comes to a stop in a kneeling position, Batarang in her hand ready to throw.
Lex is in his battle suit, standing by the outside window with his back to dark clad beauty. He is still tinkering with the lethal looking device which is pointed outside, aimed downward, towards the front entryway of the building. The sound of Batgirl’s crashing entry causes his head to spin around.
“I don’t know what you’ve got planned Luthor, but it stops here.” Batgirl’s words are dripping confidence as she tosses the Batarang with scarcely more than a flip of her wrist. The spinning missile is right on target, but Luthor quickly raises an armored arm in time to deflect it away.
“You have no idea of what I have planned, little girl… but you will!” Touching a control button built into the forearm of his battle suit causes a net to drop down from the ceiling. Batgirl quickly finds herself hopelessly snared. The more she tries fighting against the mesh, the more entangled she becomes. Although it is extremely flexible, the net is not made of rope or twine. It almost seems to Batgirl that is a metallic nature. Lex raises one eyebrow in surprise as the trapped heroine continues her struggles. He hadn’t expected to get this much fight from the non-super powered crime fighter. Then he notices slender fingers reaching out and realizes that Batgirl is trying to retrieve something from her utility belt. A cold grin tugs at the corners of his mouth as he presses another control stud. Suddenly jolts of electricity shoot through the metallic net.
Batgirl screams out from the sudden pain. The high voltage energy is flowing right through her costume making it feel as if her entire body has been set on fire.
“That’s the lowest setting,” Luther coldly informs her. “This was designed to hold and subdue Supergirl, so there shouldn’t be much of a problem keeping you under wraps.”
Batgirl’s lovely chest is heaving hard as she attempts to catch her breath. The powerfull current is no longer running, and her twisting body is again struggling in an effort to escape from the gripping net. “You’ll see how much of a problem I can be. I’ll still stop you Lex Luthor!”
With a sad shake of his head, much like that of a disappointed parent watch over a child who is unable to learn a simple lesson, he again presses the control button. Another blast of white hot current flares to life, this time a much longer one, zapping painfully through the trapped woman. Body jerking uncontrollably, Batgirl’s muscles are threatening to rip themselves apart. Once the current stops, she is left trembling feebly within the clamping hold of the net.
“The next one will be at a higher power level,” the super villain promises.
Gasping hard, body twitching like a landed trout, Batgirl is helpless as Luthor kneels next to her. He pulls at her various body parts, rearranging positions until he has pulled Batgirl’s body out into a straight line, arms at her sides. Then he rolls her across the floor, adding more wraps of the restraining net to further encase her body. With each time he turns her body over, his hands take advantage by grabbing at and caressing available rounded female points of interest. It is completely involuntary for the tormented girl, but Batgirl quickly finds her nipples starting to tent out through the fabric of her costume as his fingers move over her. It takes all she can do not to show any other reaction from his groping touches.
Luthor then produces some lengths of cable. “Normally these would be used to insure that a motorcycle couldn’t get stolen. It’s almost impossible to cut through these things. But I think I have a much better use for them.”
He uses the first one to circle Batgirl’s already trapped body, wrapping the cable around just under her breasts, twisting it around her chest twice. Even aided with the enhanced strength provided by his battle suit, it isn’t easy for Lex to get the looped ends of the cable close enough together for him to join them with a lock. The constricting cable bite deeply into Batgirl’s body. The pressure pinning both arms to her sides is so intense she can barely breathe. Taking a moment to inspect his package, Lex gropes again at a well shaped, and oh so vulnerable breast. Surprised by his rude action, Batgirl opens her mouth to complain, stopping herself only as she quickly thinks better of it.
“That’s more like it. Be a nice and quiet girl,” Luthor smirks as he gives her newly thickened nipple a nasty pinch and twist. Batgirl can’t withhold her grunt of pain this time, but she does her best to otherwise remain silent. She doesn’t want to give the criminal mastermind any further reason for doing even more painful things to her.
Unfortunately Luthor is far from finished with her bondage. Another of the steel cables gets wrapped around her tiny waist, further trapping arms to her sides. One more is used to circle above her knees several times before it is locked off, with a final cable trapping booted ankles together.
“Don’t you think it’s enough?” Batgirl’s voice is hardly more than a hiss as she struggles against the cables just to get any amount of air into her lungs.
“I’ll be the judge of that. And of anything else that involves your future. You’re mine now. I own you, and you’d better get used to it.” Then, as if to prove the point he once again hits the control button… but only after turning up the power another notch!
Batgirl can’t even scream out her agony. There is no air available in her chest to allow her vocal cords to work. All she can do is lay on the floor and suffer, the steel cables are helping to conduct the frying current, feeding it more efficiently into her tortured body. By the time the current is turned off, Batgirl’s costume is soaked from nervous sweat, both from the free flowing electricity and from the strain of having her body struggling so intensely against itself. There is not an inch of her athletic body that isn’t screaming messages of pain up to her brain. It feels as if her muscles have been trying to rip themselves away from her very bones due to the tremendous involuntary spasms.
“Of course there are other things I can do as well.” Luthor then cups a full, luscious breast in each hand. Slowly he begins massaging Batgirl’s firm mounds through her costume. Showing a surprisingly delicate touch, he lightly toys with her nipples. Gently squeezing and pulling at the sensitive nubs, he then rolls them between thumb and fingers, leisurely molesting the trapped heroine until Luthor finally forces a small mew of pleasure from his captive. Batgirl’s eyelids had fluttered closed as she accepted a few moments respite from the searing electrical pain, only to snap wide open again in shocked surprise when Lex unexpectedly lets go of her tender tit tips. His expert working over of her breasts getting her so excited that she is almost to the point of begging for some more attention. Nipples tingling with unwanted desire, Batgirl almost gasps out when Luthor lets his right hand stray farther down along the length of her body. His fingertips lightly glide over her hard muscled abs, slowly exploring before disappearing between tightly compressed thighs. It takes some effort on his part, but Lex is finally able to get one finger pushed down far enough to touch between pinned legs. So that he can start to rub at her hidden pussy!
His touch is almost as electric as the current that had recently flowed through the net. As much as she hated being made prisoner like this, a deeper, lustier portion of her brain made Batgirl want to grind her hips back against his rubbing digit.
“I can hardly wait to give you over to Mercy.” Luthor is now getting little squeals of delight from his captive as he zeros his attentions in on rubbing against her clit. “She’s always complaining she can’t find anyone who is physically good enough to use as a regular sparing partner. She always seems to break or mangle her opponents too quickly. I think you’ll make a fine play toy for her to practice with. And she always gets so fucking hot after she’s gone through a good workout…” he says, almost able to picture the catfight in his mind. “And I’ll get just as fucking hot as I watch her beat the crap out of you!”
“Both ways I win. Either I get jumped and fucked by an overheated female powerhouse who can do absolutely amazing things with her body… Or else I get to have my way with a battered and defeated costumed sex toy!”
Secured in her netted bonds, Batgirl can barely twitch, but it is still obvious to Luthor that he has the young woman on the verge of cumming. He knows that if not for the bondage that is holding her fast, that Batgirl would probably be spreading herself wide, eager to do anything at all that might make his work easier. Even pinned and helpless he can sense her overwhelming need for sexual release. Rubbing, stroking even faster at her soaking female mound, Luthor studies his prisoner’s every reaction. He can almost feel her clit throbbing with its heated need. He loves the way her eyes pop each time his fingernail scrapes over her pleasure center.
Batgirl’s pussy is all but gushing, her excitement already soaking through the dark fabric of her costume and filling the air with musky scent.
All it will take is five more seconds… all he has to do is just maintain the speed and pressure… working his finger up and down… adding just a bit more friction… and she’ll be there...
No long is she able to hold back. The sweetest little moans are escaping from the back of her throat, along with even softer pleadings, “Yes… yes… right there! Oh...!”
Her body is tensing, and not just from the crushing hold of her bonds. She is so close… and Batgirl knows fully that if Luthor were to take out his cock… the first touch of it to her pussy and…
Suddenly all Batgirl can think of is cumming. Her powerful need for release, and how she would be willing to do anything just to get there is overwelming. Moaning out loud as she gets closer, the net is making it’s own rasping sound as Batgirl strains to push her pussy harder against Luthor’s thrusting finger. She needs it… RIGHT NOW!
And just as her climax builds to that final, glorious moment…
Luthor yanks his hand away!
He is laughing at the helpless heroine as she tries in vain to find someway to get at that last bit of touch… a bit of friction that will set her off.
So willing… needing to do anything that will trigger her needed orgasm… the one bubbling away, just inside her boiling pussy… just so ready to explode…
“Dear God! Please…! Don’t Stop…” she begs through clenched teeth, hating herself for begging from this villain, but equally unable to deny her selfish need.
“I like the sound of that… God. And perhaps for you, I am God now.” Lex Luthor rises to his feet looking down and gloating over his newest toy. “But not Now! Now it’s time to see if that grinning idiot has finished killing Supergirl.”
Struggling to fight back from crying from being deprivied of her much needed orgasm, it takes a few moments for Luthor’s words to sink in. “Batgirl begins to shout “No! You can’t… IIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!”
It took only a flip of a finger to move the power setting on the trapping net up one more notch. Luthor smiles as he gives the helpless heroine a couple more seconds of sizzling torture. “Yes! Yes I can. And with any luck the job will already be done. Why don’t you just wait here until I come back? Then we’ll play some more!”
Batgirl isn’t even aware of the villain’s departure. All she can do is lay in place, soaking in a personal pool of pain and aguish.
ONCE IN A LIFETIME OFFER:
Joker has been leaning back against the wall of the vault, his eyes going from his watch, then back down to the beautiful blonde crumpled at his feet. “How long is this supposed to take? My Joker gas doesn’t take this long to kill somebody.” Then he remembers one particularly satisfying death he’d engineered, “Unless I want it to.”
With his boredom growing, Joker begins circling around the fallen Princess of Power. “Maybe I just didn’t use enough.” Tapping at his lapel flower he again triggers the switch, only nothing happens. “Must be out of juice. Or else it’s already dried up. So now what?”
As he watches Supergirl, earth’s mightiest female, as she desperately hunts for a way to escape from the Green K caked onto her costume. With her energies all but stripped by the deadly radiation, it is all she can do just to flop around on the vault floor. The slow movement is almost sensual, giving the insane criminal a more and more interesting view as her red skirt slowly bunches up at the top of her thighs. Each of her frantic movements for escape is exposing more and more creamy soft skin. It’s not hard for Joker to want to give a closer appraisal to that milky white skin.
“Maybe not as white as Harley… but then, who could be? Superslut is a damn sight more shapely though,” Joker muses as he finds his eyes exploring up along the pair of perfect legs before him. The Clown Prince finds himself unable to resist looking at the way those tight panties are hugging tight to what is possibly the most perfectly shaped ass in the world. Upon this closer inspection, Joker notices for the first time the faintest hint of pussy cleft being outlined by the tight fabric of her panties.
Supergirl isn’t paying attention to anything Joker says or does. All she knows is if she doesn’t escape soon, that this grinning madman will kill her. She claws again at the bottom hem of her blue colored blouse, suffering the agony of her radiation burned hands as she attempts to roll it up over her chest. Eyes squeezed tight from the unending pain she’d been force to endure, Supergirl didn’t give a moments thought to the fact that Joker is standing there… or that he is all but drooling as he watches her bare those beautiful six pack abs. Or that he’s staring intently as she struggles to pull the tight top up over the lower curvature of her breasts.
“Now here’s a surprise…” Joker’s eyes are all but popping out of their sockets like a cartoon character with growing anticipation. “Oh yeah, baby… It’s show time!”
With a supreme effort of will, Supergirl pulls the wadded up blouse up nearly to her chin, milky smooth breasts rolling bare and free on her chest as she twists around in the effort to pull it up higher. Chewable pink nipples almost seem to be pointed directly at Joker… as if begging for him to…
“OH MOMMY!” One leap and Joker is on top of the helpless blonde. Sitting his ass down with a hard thud onto her stomach, he reaches out and grabs onto as much of those glorious mounds as he can gather up in each hand. “For being invulnerable, these puppies sure are firm and soft. Damn… you could almost…” Then looking around slowly, as if half expecting to see someone watching him from the positively empty vault, Joker yanks open his fly and pulls out 10” of now hardened male meat. Slapping his cock down between those perfect Super Tits, Joker mashes the full mounds together, losing himself deep in the fleshy valley he’s created. Due to her body’s reaction to the Green K poisoning, there is a slight sheen of sweat covering the Kryponian’s curvatious body. It is just enough to help act as a lube when Joker starts humping.
Giving him just the right amount of slide and he begins tit fucking Supergirl!
Huffing and puffing as he rides Supergirl’s chest, “What a mistake… Wasting all those years with the bats… When I could’a been doing this…! Sorry Harley… a man could get… very used to this…!”
Soft moans and grunts are leaking out of the beautiful blonde as she gets tit fucked. Each new thrust is forcing much needed air out of her lungs, further weakening her abused body.
“Please…” the Girl of Steel begs. “Please let me go… Hurts too much…!”
There is something about seeing the most powerful female on the planet so helpless underneath him… so vulnerable… so completely at his mercy… or lack there of… that hits Joker with a rush of manic power. His head is thrown back as he laughs hysterically. “Maybe this will make you feel better!”
Sliding off of her heaving chest, Joker reaches for those tight red panties hiding her womanhood from him. There is a short wrestling match, with the blonde bombshell feebly trying to prevent the villain from pulling away that small bit of protection she has remaining. Only he is too fast and too strong to fight. A few quick tugs and Joker is slipping those panties down from her ass cheeks. After that there is only the hesitation as he untangles them from her ankles.
Holding the panties up to his nose he inhales deeply. “A scent like no other… and soon, never to be again! Ha Ha Ha Ha!”
There is little fight left to the abused heroine as Joker grabs hold on one booted ankle, lifting it up into the air. One pull slides Supergirl’s hips up so close Joker that he can rub the tip of his raging hard-on over her now exposed, pink slit.
Joker giggles as he runs a finger along a small tuft of blonde hair just above her sex. “All nice and neatly trimmed, eh? Hummm… Pubic hair of steel… Wonder how she manages that…?”
He spits out a dripping glob of saliva to wet her slit, with just a bit of it landing on the tip of his unnaturally white cock head. Although he’s got the position and the angle, working his way into that waiting pussy wasn’t turning out being as easy as it would seem. Not able to force entry past Supergirl’s powerful pussy lips, Joker unceremoniously drops her back down to the floor. Soon he is body slamming down onto her with his full weight, pounding repeatedly at the pink petals guarding her vagina.
“Tight little minx,” he grunts, thrusting at her again and again. The tip of his cock is getting sore as he continuously bangs against Supergirl’s unyielding slot. Grumbling with frustration, Joker starts clawing away at the folds of her sex with long fingers. Even that poking and prodding isn’t able to spread her. Soon he is grunting loudly from the effort used in trying to peel her pink opening apart. Then more from the quickly diminishing strength caused by the Green K poisoning than from any attempts on Joker’s part of the prying or pulling, a small gap finally opens between Supergirl’s nether lips.
Between bursts of gleeful laughter, Joker spits down onto the glorious slit. “Oh yeah! Here We GOOOO!” One powerful thrust, and he’s in. Joker is shouting out in glee, savoring the sensation as his cock actually forces its way inside the Princess of Power.
“No…!” Supergirl hisses through barely open lips. She is weakly doing what she can to squirm away… to stop this insidious attack on her sweet sex… but her efforts aren’t enough.
No longer possessing enough energy put up any resistance, all Supergirl can do is lay there pinned helplessly beneath him, tits bouncing as he pounds inside her. Supergirl hates the very fact that she can actually feel Joker’s cock filling her. Or that her usually hidden and protected channel is starting to lube itself due to the stimulation from his rape.
Not that Joker cares about this one bit. All he knows is that he’s humping balls deep into the world’s most prized pussy! His dick has joined a most elite club – the few who have fucked Supergirl!
And now that he’s in and Supergirl is getting a bit wet, Joker wants to get at her in
every way possible… eager and needing to bang her from every and all angles. And maybe even a few new ones!
Twisting her limp body around, Joker pumps frantically at Supergirl’s pussy, holding her face down on the floor as he slams away at her curvatious backside. Then he pulls up on slender hips until he manages to get Supergirl up on her elbows and knees.
Smiling down at the glorious full moon in front of him, “And now for my favorite… Doggie Style… Perfect way to be fucking bitches…!”
Already busted wide open and all resistance drained from her, all Supergirl can do is let out a few soft grunts and groans as Joker jackhammers at her from behind. Duel slapping sounds echo in the vault. The first, as Jokers hips smack up against that beautifully rounded ass. The next is not as loud, as each rocking thrust causes Supergirl’s lovely 38’s to sway forward to hit on the cold, smooth floor.
Joker just can’t get enough of her. Sweet, juicy pussy walls are causing just the right amount of friction, letting a pallid white cock slide in and out, while closing down tight enough to grab hold on to him with deliciously snug grip. Almost in a fuck frenzy, Joker’s jabbing tempo increases as he pounds away faster and faster.
“Fuck Ya…! This girl… is… SUPER!”
CAREFUL AIM:
“Damn! The least Luthor could have done was finish me off… and let me cum! Leave it to a man to quit before getting the job done!”
Dazed, Batgirl is not sure exactly how much time has passed since Luthor left the room. The burning need between her legs is almost too much of a distraction for her to ignore, but she knows she has to do something to escape. Just nowing that Supergirl’s life may now be depending on her, helps Batgirl to focus. Helping her to find some inner balance to draw from as she fights to ignore the needs of her pussy. Kicking her mind into high gear as Batgirl desperately looks around for anything that might be of help.
The crushing grip of the net and steel cables is far too much for the beautiful detective to ever hope to break… or ever wiggle free from. With her wrists pinned below the level of her utility belt, none of her tricks of the hero trade will be of any use. So what else is there in this ordinary office that she can possibly…
Wait! What about some non-office equipment? Something like Luthor’s energy weapon? If it is powerful enough to possibly take down the Girl of Steel, couldn’t it take out some steel cables?
“Too bad it’s half way across the room,” the dark darling mutters to herself as she tries to get her body rocking side to side. Gritting her teeth… doing her best to ignore the pain caused from the cables compressing her… Batgirl finally gets enough rocking motion to roll herself up onto one shoulder. Struggling to get a whiff of air into her, she allows herself to fall over, face first towards the floor. Struggling to maintain momentum, she rolls over and over again.
Slowly and painfully Batgirl spins her way across the floor.
Bruised, battered and wishing she had the luxury of a single full, deep breath of air to help energize her, Batgirl finally stops rotating when she reaches the base of the energy weapon. Straining to roll her eyes up to where she can study the weapon and its controls, she lets out one more groan.
“Okay… Now for… the tough… part…”
Struggling against her bondage, demanding far more from her damaged body than she can ever hope to achieve, Batgirl tightens up her stomach muscles, slowly forcing her joined legs inch by painful inch into the air. Pulling back with muscles she didn’t even know she could use, Batgirl is almost rolled back up onto the base of her neck as she is reaching with the toes of her yellow boots to touch along the upturned barrel of the shinning silver weapon.
Beads of sweat are rolling down her face, making her rapidly blink her eyes to block away the salty stinging. Just adding one more thing to the long list of aches and pains she is being forced to endure. What looks like a loose loop of a power cable quickly becomes her target as Batgirl tries to hook at it with her foot. Missing with the first two trembling tries, the exhausted coweled crusader is about to collapse.
“One more…” Batgirl cajoles herself. “You can do it… Just one more try…” The costumed beauty knows that if she stops now, all will be lost. Supergirl will die, and Batgirl’s short future will be that of a combination punching bag and sex toy.
With her vision starting to blur and spin, teetering on the verge of blacking out from oxygen depravation, Batgirl swings her bound legs out one more time. The thin edge of yellow boot sole barely snags on the rubberized power line. For a scant second… which feels like an eternity to Batgirl, she hangs there, fully expecting to feel the cord fall away… dropping her back to the floor.
Hurting beyond any kind of pain she’s ever experienced… Batgirl starts to pull back against cable. With teasing slowness… the end of the weapon starts to dip… finally… slowly… coming to a stop as it is aimed towards the floor.
A slight twist of her ankle releases what little hold she ever had, and her legs drop to the ground with brutal impact. The room is spinning and it is all Batgirl can do just to remain conscious. Blinking sweat from her eyes once more, she strains to study the control box on the side of the gleaming chrome weapon.
“Not the time… to stop…” Batgirl once again calls upon exhausted stomach muscles, pulling her legs up to where she can touch toes to control buttons. “Got to find out… what this baby… can do…”
With excruciating effort, Batgirl uses the toes of her boots to push at the control buttons, hoping desperately that she’s figured out the correct sequence. Dropping her legs back down to the floor once she’s successfully started the weapon’s charging cycle, Batgirl does what she can to rest during the time needed for the weapon to power up. The office is soon humming with sound as the energies build ever greater. Her skin is crawling due to static charges filling the room, and the sound is quickly becoming almost too much for her to stand.
Then the weapon suddenly discharges... followed by an eerie silence.
Straining neck and eye muscles to the snapping point, Batgirl struggles to get a look at what effect the firing had. There is a volley ball sized hole blown through the floor, and had she been in a position to move for a better view, she’d be able to see that the hole continues down through five more floors and then another twenty feet into charred ground.
But what she can see is enough to give Batgirl pause for thought. “Note to self… Aim carefully!”
ONE LAST TIME:
Joker’s hips are almost a blur as he slams away at Supergirl’s drained and worn out body. Her face is taking on the greenish tinge signaling extended Green K poisoning and she is almost too exhausted to continue being able to breathe by herself. In her weakened state, Supergirl’s body betrays her. This hardcore fucking action is forcing a response from her ravioushed body. The repeated rubbing and pounding on her clit is slowly working her closer and closer to an unwanted orgasm. When he hears a faint moan of pleasure spilling from Supergirl lips, Joker can’t believe his ears.
“She’s barely alive, yet I’m about to make Supergirl cum!” Overcome from the irony, Joker reaches down to touch at her clit. Alternately he rubs and spanks the tender bud until he feels her body start to tighten up.
Their bodies are moving as one, almost as if they are glued together at the hips, they see-saw ever faster. Joker is still power rocking them both back and forth, but Supergirl’s pussy has closed down firmly over him. Pink, wet cunt walls holding on so tightly to his cock that Joker is no longer able to pull his cock all the way out to make ready for his next thrust. With his large tool still buried deep inside the blonde from the stars, Joker is now skidding her ass across the floor with each of his powerful hump thrusts.
Supergirl suddenly tenses up, and after a series of trembling twitches, she cums! The tremendous orgasm draining so much strength that she collapses face down onto the floor, no longer able to support any part of her own weight.
“Damn!! That must have been good for her…! She almost ripped my cock off… as she… came!” Joker’s laughter is filling the room. Cum is boiling in his balls and he knows it only a matter of seconds before it’s his turn to burst.
He gives her poor pussy two more bone crunching thrusts before quickly yanking out. Without Joker holding her hips, Supergirl crashes to the floor. But she is only there for a second until the grinning maniac is pulling her head up, using a handful of her blonde hair as a handle. Happy that Supergirl is so weak that she can’t even manage to close her mouth, Joker thrust his hips forward one more time, sinking his cock half way down her throat!
“From pink… to pink… Like that taste?” Just the sensation of her wet mouth on his gland is enough to set Joker off. Grunting and chuckling, Joker’s cock explodes, sending jet after jet of his sticky spew straight down Supergirl’s neck. Pulling his schong out, Joker furiously pumps away at it in an effort to coax out every last drop, with the last of the gooey globs spattering on her face, his putrid spud slowly oozing down her cheek.
“Well…!” the grinning manic shouts triumphantly, “Wasn’t that fun!”
Joker is humming happily as he is calmly wiping his cock clean, using Supergirl’s blonde hair as a rag.
“JOKER!! YOU IDIOT! What are you doing!?!?”
The white faced criminal doesn’t look happy with the arrival of his new partner. Releasing his handful of blonde hair, Supergirl drops face first onto the ground. Joker slowly turns to face his temporary collaborator. “Lexy! You’re here just in time for some sloppy seconds!”
“She’s supposed to be dead!” Luthor shouts. “You’re here to kill her, not screw her.”
“Just killing her with kindness. Sending her off to the great unknown with a smile on her face. Besides, I used all the Kryptonite I had, so I had no choice but to attack her with the only other weapon I had! HA HA HA HA…” the Clown Prince retorts. “Besides…” Joker reaches down, uses a solid grip on Supergirl’s spunk matted hair, and spins her body around on the floor, “…can you really look at that ass and not want some?”
Luthor is seething with anger, about ready to scream at his insane partner. Then he glances down. His eyes focus first on one red boot, but soon he is quickly scanning ever higher… taking in that long, shapely thigh flesh… and finally zeroing in on that, oh so perfectly, super ass.
The helpless heroine can only lay there, unable to even muster enough strength to close her legs together. A part of her brain is fully aware that the evil men are leering down at her. Mentally she is blushing, knowing they are looking at her naked buttocks… and at her used and dripping vagina… She is mentally crushed at the thought that she would be oozing mixed juices after Joker had forced her to orgasm…
After he had cum inside her!
Too weak to protect herself… with no place to hide… Supergirl knows far too well that these two criminals aren’t about to leave her alone…
Or alive!
Her mind is beginning to crumble as she realizes that she will probably die while being treated like a sex toy by these two fiends!
Drinking in the heavenly beauty laying before him, Lex Luthor grudgingly has to nod his agreement with Joker. The fallen Supergirl makes for a most exquisite sight. Lex’s power suit is quickly becoming uncomfortably tight as he feels his cock swelling up hard inside the confining armour. That bit of playtime he’s shared with Batgirl had already put him in the mood, but now with Supergirl all but naked in front of him… legs all spread out and open wide… glistening pink pussy beckoning…
“Come on Lexy… You know you want some,” Joker entices his partner. “One last shot… before she’s completely shot! HA HA HA HA!”
Nodding his head, Luthor begins to strip off the various pieces of his power suit. Upon removing the armored lower half, Lex’s cock springs out hard and straight, with its purpled tip pointing right at the helpless Supergirl.
“Damn! What do you feed that thing?” Joker asks when he sees the size of Luthor’s member. It doesn’t look all that much longer than Joker’s tool, but it is much thicker. “Or do you just take it out whenever you want to play baseball? If so… batter up!”
Lex is tuning out Joker’s inane comments. All he can think about is the throbbing of his cock and the fallen beauty before him. Roughly rolling Supergirl over, Lex makes room between her open legs and aims the swollen tip of his cock at the exposed ass button. Without further pause Luthor leans forward, quickly becoming frustrated by the amount of resistance he’s finding.
“You’ll need more than just wishful dreaming…” Joker points out. “I almost had to get a pry bar just to crack her pussy open.”
Not wasting the breath to answer, Lex shifts his aim, brutally ramming his shaft deep into Supergirl’s glistening pussy. Jabbing a few rough strokes into her, he coats his prick with the girl’s sweet sex juices. Yanking out again, Luthor puts one hand on each ass cheek, pulling them widely in an effort to give him the most open target possible.
“Hope that’s enough lube!” Luthor snarls as he drives forward.
His blood gorged knob stretches open Supergirl’s rear sphincter only because the Green K has completely stripped her of energy. Muscles normally strong enough to bend steel, wouldn’t even tear tissue paper. Luthor’s next powerful thrust then splits her rectum painfully apart. Resistance is impossible. Supergirl is barely able to make more than a weak mewing sounds of pain… barely a faint whisper escapes from her cum caked lips. Her eyelids flutter as she feels her most private channel being ripped apart. She is beyond the point of humiliation… or struggling.
It is with increased difficulty that Supergirl is able to suck in enough air to keep herself from blacking out. Mind swirling, she is completely sure that if she allows herself to give up for even a moment, she will disappear off into the eternal void… lost forever. She is fully aware of Luthor’s rough hammering of her backside, and each shattering jab into her tender bowels is also forcing needed oxygen from her lungs.
All of it further weakening her body. The continued anal assault is inching her closer to oblivion….
None of which makes any difference to Luthor. All he cares about is how great it feels stuffing the ass of his beautiful adversary. Thinking that his ass fucking may be the last thing that Supergirl will experance in her final moments of life only makes his cock swell harder. Increasing his rut need for the girl. Making him want to fuck her all the harder and faster.
Thrilling with a wild sensation of power as he thinks about being able to actually fuck Supergirl to death!
What a fitting end to this heroine who has been such a thorn in his side!
A sudden tightness at the base of his prick is his first warning that soon he’ll be spraying her insides with white hot spunk.
“YES…! Gonna be the last fuck… You ever…”
“Get away from her Luthor!”
Turning to see who or what is interrupting, Luthor loses his grip on Supergirl’s hips, dropping her limp frame to the floor; he turns to see Batgirl standing in the vault doorway. Far from posing in her usual “power stance” Batgirl almost seems to need the help of the doorway to hold herself up on her feet. She looks thoroughly beaten. A tattered web of torn fabric shreds is about all that is left of her costume, most of which are barely substantial enough to stay on her body. One of her yellow boots has been mostly burned, or blown away, and both nipples are thrusting out through various holes.
“You insolent Bitch!” Luthor shouts, insanely frustrated at this interruption of his final victory over Supergirl. His rock hard cock is still ready to shoot off a hot load, and is twitching eagerly as he looks at the mostly nude heroine.
“I said get away from her,” Batgirl snarls as she launches herself at the bald mastermind.
Batgirl’s timing is slightly off, and her tired body doesn’t appear able to provide the needed spring to take Luthor down. In fact, Lex had anticipated her assault, and counters with a defensive move that would have had Mercy nodding her approval. A quick catch and a flip sends Batgirl sailing, arcing through the air until she lands in a heap on top of the motionless Supergirl. The two master criminals wait to see what the barely costumed girl will do next. They have lots of time to prepare, seeing as Batgirl seems to have problems in gathering up enough strength to attempt getting up. She is hardly able to do more than writhe around on top of Supergirl, legs shaking as she tries to raise up and face the waiting fiends. It takes a few moments before Batgirl untangles herself from Supergirl’s limbs, working weakly up onto her knees.
Unwilling to give the shapely crime fighter another opportunity to attack, Luthor drives Batgirl to the floor with a violent kick to her chest. Joker quickly flips the girl onto her back, and then squats down using his knees to pin both her arms down helplessly. His crotch is just about resting on Batgirl’s forehead as he looks down and along her shapely body… down to where Luthor is now standing between slightly spread legs.
“Oh go ahead… Finish yourself off with her,” Joker suggests. “Supes is probably off playing in heaven by now anyway. Unless you’re into some necro…”
“Shut up!” Lex kicks Batgirl’s legs further apart, then drops to his knees. It doesn’t take much effort to pull the remaining shreds of costume away from her shaved crotch… gaining easy access to the puffy wet slit underneath.
“Should have stayed where you were, Bitch! Now I’m going to teach you one hell of a lesson – then I’ll give you to Mercy to play with. And I promise… She plays rough!”
Luthor slams down hard, shoving his entire length into the helpless heroine with a single, shattering stroke. Even Joker grimaces as he witnesses the cruel penetration. Batgirl’s screams of pain and shock fill the vault. Lex is ruthless in his sexual assault, as if he is trying to pound Batgirl into no more than helpless pussy pulp. With the tip of his cock banging on her cervix at the end of every ramming thrust, Batgirl’s body is writhing and twisting. Firm young breasts rolling on her heaving chest easily catch Joker’s notice. Soon his bone white fingers are closing down over hardened pink nipples, pinching and twisting them. Giving him opportunity to add to Batgirl’s punishment while enjoying her howls of agony.
As her head swivels and twists, Batgirl’s forehead keeps rubbing against the bottom side of Joker’s crotch. It doesn’t take much of this physical stimulation to start pulling the pasty faced manic into Luthor’s fuck frenzy. A bit more of the “head” action from Batgirl and Joker is very much aware of his own quickly swelling cock.
“Oh what the hell!” he giggles, releasing on her tortured nipples long enough so he can open his pants. Working his growing white snake free, he grabs for the base of Batgirl’s neck he lifts, angling her head so he can place his slimey knob against her lips. The next time Luthor’s cock assault forces an anguished scream out from the young crime fighter, Joker slides himself into her suddenly available mouth!
Wasting no time, the Clown Prince is vigorously sets about throat fucking Batgirl. Jamming and pushing his hard fuck hose into the pinned girl, stopping his forward motion only as his balls bounce against her pert, upturned nose. Thrusting deeply, he ignores the fact that his throat clogging cock is cutting off her air supply. He doesn’t care that she’s gagging… gurgling and spitting up hot saliva from around his glistening shaft.
“Been a long time since we’ve had fun, eh little bat?” Joker’s hands are back to groping Batgirl’s breasts, squeezing and twisting at the ripe mounds as if attempting to pick them right off from her chest. He loves how his cruel attentions are coaxing her to cough out more globs of spit from around his thick pole.
Working from the other end, Luthor is fully enjoying ravishing this captive cutie. With a length of fuck meat like what he carries around, it isn’t easy to find a female who can keep up with him. Luthor tries to imagine what it would be like doing this with Batgirl under other circumstances. Her athletic body humping and thrusting back to meet him…
On the other hand… this is pretty damn good as it is! Her hot, wet pussy is all but sucking at his cock. And is it his imagination… or is she trying to wrap her legs around him… trying to pull more of his cock inside her?
Maybe, but for right now, it’s all about Luthor and what his needs are. And he knows what can be done to enhance his enjoyment all the more. While making her hate it all the more…. Batgirl is groaning with momentary disappointment as he disengages his baseball bat sized cock from it’s velvety warm surroundings, the sudden emptiness almost more than she can bare. He already left her hanging with rut need once…
With an evil grin, Luthor grabs under Batgirl’s hips, changing their angle…
Then without warning he drives his cock into her asshole!
The wet coating from her dripping pussy isn’t nearly enough lube to ease Lex in. It is the repeated battering ram effect… the continued vicious anal attack from his unremitting pounding… finally defeating any attempt of resistance Batgirl might put up. Luthor simply refuses to stop his relentless attack until Batgirl’s aching ass opening has no choice but to surrender.
The hapless heroine is denied even being able to scream out her agony because her throat is still clogged with Joker’s tonsil stretching rod. Batgirl’s body is being folded in half, trapped as she is between the two plunging cocks. Physically exhausted she has no more fight left to her. She is no more than a cum receptacle waiting to be filled. There is nothing she can to do to save herself… about all she is capable of doing is make sloppy wet sounds from around the two cocks plugging in and out of all her wet lips.
Joker is first to lose control, laughing like a manic as he gives one last lunge past Batgirl’s gullet. Jet after sickening jet of hot jizz shoot directly into her stomach. Once he is finished, Batgirl’s head bounces off the floor after Joker drops her away unceremoniously. Coughing, gasping she is sucking air into oxygen deprived lungs. Her long tongue is hanging out from a corner of her mouth as Batgirl tries to work some movement back into her nearly unhinged jaw. Globs of sticky spunk still clog her ravaged throat!
Luthor is about finished with his job of rectum ripping. The pressure in his balls has reached the bursting point. Batgirl’s body crumples quickly as he drops hold of her hips. Lex is frantically hand pumping away at the base of his slimy cock, yanking Batgirl up by her tattered cowl, he nearly breaks out her front teeth as he jams his prick forward.
“Like a good taste of hot ass? Like that cum?” Luthor shouts as he jerks off onto her tongue. “Because this is going to be about the only diet you’ll be getting from here on!”
Chocking and gurgling, Batgirl can’t swallow the thick load fast enough. Luthor’s ball juice just keeps flowing... One scolding hot spurt after another… Filling her mouth…
Ballooning out her cheeks… Pressure forcing white globs to ooze out through both corners of her stretched mouth… Dripping slowly down to her chin before spattering onto her heaving chest…
Batgirl is the very definition of a thoroughly defeated woman as she pulls herself up to her knees, face and tits covered with a frosty cum glaze. With the two super criminals looking down at her…laughing at Batgirl’s disgrace…
Neither one noticing as the corners of the heroines’ mouth begin to curl up into a defiant smile.
A smile that steadily grows both bigger and wider. “Well I hope you boys liked your little bit of playtime. Because it’s the last you’re going to be getting from a woman for a very long time.”
The villains are dumbstruck by her rebellious and cocky speech. Both start moving toward her in a most threatening way. “When we get through with you….”
“You’ll do nothing!” Supergirl’s voice booms through the vault room. The Maid of Might is standing behind them in her usual hands on hips, legs slight spread, power pose.
Joker is stunned into shocked silence, jaw hanging slack, he tries to slink away, working his way toward the vault door. A blast of super breath knocks him across the vault, his head smacking on the steel wall with a sickening thud, knocking him out. Luthor makes a play to reach for his power suit. A swift kick from Batgirl catches Lex right in the nuts. As he doubles over in pain, Batgirl finishes him off with an uppercut to the chin.
Suddenly breaking from her power pose, Supergirl bends over, deflating quickly – resting hands on her knees in an effort to keep from falling all the way over. “That bit of action took about all I had,” she admits to her friend between panting breaths.
“I’m just happy to see you’re still with us. But it’s going to take more than a good dry cleaner to get this off,” Batgirl grins as she fingers at the now gray colored blob on Supergirl’s blouse.
Super girl lets out a small laugh. “I’m sure I’ll let someone else do the laundry this week. That was quick thinking, tricking Lex into knocking you into me.”
“Good think I had that cylinder of emergency Green K patch with me. Dries fast and has enough lead in it to block out all those nasty Krypotnite rays. I’m just glad they both bought onto my little acting job as I pretended being too tired to fight them. It gave me just enough time to coat over the Green K stuck to you.”
A flush of red comes to the cheeks of the strongest girl in the world. “I’m just sorry you had to keep them “distracted” like that while I regained some strength.”
“Don’t worry about it. It was all worth it just to see the look on their faces when you came back from the dead!”
Both start to laugh, before they are forced to stop, each reaching to hold at different portions of their aching bodies.
“Damn that hurts!” Batgirl grunts. “I sure could use a long soak in a hot tub.”
“I’d fly you… But I can barely stand up,” Supergirl weakly smiles.
“Then let me offer you a ride.” Grimacing as she looks down the long corridor, “Too bad my bike is outside.”
The two heroines turn to make their exit, supportive arms wrapped around each others waist as they helped themselves along on the long walk out.
The End
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Batgirl and Supergirl vs. Evillana
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“Journey to Mysteria”
By Raven11803
Chapter 1: “It Begins”
Supergirl and Batgirl were in the Batcave, just climbing out of the sleek powerful Batmobile when it happened. At first they thought the Batcave was experiencing a power overload, as powerful bolts of electricity began to spark all around them, arcing across the walls of the Batcave. The sizzling bolts of glowing blue-white electricity seemed to be everywhere, surrounding them, their energy intensifying with every passing second.
Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash of white light and a deafening crack of thunder, and then . . . all was silent.
A few tense heartbeats later . . . the smoke began to clear. As Batgirl and Supergirl struggled to regain their bearings, a voice spoke to them from the thinning mist, “Welcome to Mysteria, ladies! I am your captor, . . . the Sorceress Evillana.”
As the mists parted, Batgirl and Supergirl stood at the center of a large arena. Before them stood a beautiful elegant woman dressed in elaborately ornate garb, with the carved shapes of humanoid skulls adorning her fantastical costume. She was carrying a large impressive looking scepter. The scepter sparked with small electrical discharges, hinting at its unspeakable magical and technological powers.
“Do not look so startled, females of Earth!” the domineering sorceress-witch commanded, “I have conjured a spell to bring Earth’s greatest heroines before me, and I believe that you two will do nicely.”
“A spell? What are you talking about? What do you want with us?” Supergirl called out defiantly to the woman.
“Why have you brought I here?” interjected Batgirl, in a cool level-headed tone.
“SILENCE!” Evillana commanded, and with that, the mysterious sorceress stamped her staff on the ground, causing the bolts of electricity that danced around its tip to intensify ten fold. “You two must be taught a lesson in manners!” Suddenly, two dazzling bolts of energy, like bright-white lightning, leapt from her staff, striking both Supergirl and Batgirl, and immobilizing them in a terrible torrent of unimaginable power, that engulfed their bodies.
“I’ll start with you!” Evillana announced menacingly, as she moved toward Supergirl and extended her staff for yet another energy attack.
“KZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP!!” The bolt struck Supergirl directly between the legs, causing a blinding wave of sensuous sensations to come alive within her.
“I’ll bet that you are known as a virtuous heroine on your world, are you not?” asked Evillana gloating. “You are one of those pious self-righteous heroines who thinks herself better than all the others, are you not? Well, let us see how your virtue fares under the wrath of my Scepter of Power!” With that she lowered the staff between Supergirl’s legs, and amazingly the already powerful discharge intensified ten fold. In an instant, Supergirl’s clitoris detonated in a devastating orgasm that shook the very fiber of her being. The blonde heroine’s teeth bared, her head snapped to one side, her shapely pelvis thrust hungrily at the pleasure-giving rod, her mound grinding in the wet lascivious pleasure of it all. Despite her best efforts to resist the effects of the staff, her legs spread gratuitously allowing the mighty power of the staff to have its way with her.
“UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHH!!!” she cried out, as her body quaked with the force of the onslaught. It was sooo good. . . Supergirl’s pretty mouth hung slack as the guilty pleasures had their way with her. The powerful sensations swelled within her, then finally, they reached an irresistible crescendo, and detonated in a wet sweet guilty rapture which doused her pretty groin in a blinding cavalcade of sparkling devastating raptures, beyond any past experience that the young heroine could ever recall having endured. Her body shook like a rag-doll, then hung limp in her energy bindings, awash in the scintillating magical afterglow.
Finally the scepter was withdrawn from between her legs, and the sorceress moved toward Batgirl.
“As for you . . .”
“KKZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP!!!!!!” a powerful lightning bolt leapt from the upper end of the magical staff, and struck Batgirl full-on between the legs. The thin fabric of her shiny Lycra tights provided no protection against the magical energy discharge, and the felt it with its full and intended magnitude and intensity.
Batgirl’s tiny mound was entirely consumed in pleasure, engulfed in an all-consuming quivering delight of sexual ecstasy. Her bulbous globular breasts jiggled and her rotund bottom trembled as she involuntarily thrust her hips and pelvis into the oncoming stream of energy. Despite her best efforts to resist, it was all soooooo good.
For long guilty seconds, Batgirl reveled in the sensations of the unfathomable sexual energies that were discharging directly into her tiny defenseless clitoris. Her body was entirely overwhelmed with the magical technological onslaught. How could she even hope to resist an opponent with such power at her fingertips?
As the blinding bolt of energy traversed the scant inches that lie between Evillana’s staff and Batgirl’s mound, Batgirl relished the divine sensations of total abandon and rapture that played about within her. If there was no hope of resisting, she reasoned that perhaps the best course of actions was simply to acquiesce to the sensations, bringing them more quickly to a speedy resolution. With this, she too spread her legs to allow better access to the blinding waves of ecstatic pleasure.
“KZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!”
Seconds later, her strategy worked, as the climax came to a head.
“UuuunnnnnNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH-UNGHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Batgirl’s groin exploded in a wet discharge of unparalleled ferocity, her groin almost instantly soaked in the intensity of it all. For long seconds, the beautiful masked crime-fighter succumbed to a strange awkward dance of ecstasy, as her body lurched, jerked and twitched, in a strange jig of spasms and sweet delicious guilty pleasures, shamefully delighting in each and every sensation, basking in their smoky rapturous hedonistic thrills.
Engulfed in a column of otherworldly energy, Supergirl’s and Batgirl’s young bodies shook and trembled, under the vicious magical attack of unspeakable pleasures. Unable to move or resist, they were immobilized by the ungodly flow of energy. Until at last, when the intensity of the sexual sensations finally, . . . gradually began to subside, only then did the suspension field dissipate, allowing both spent young heroines to collapse gently onto the ornate floor, senseless, unconscious, and utterly satisfied. Even now the guilty pleasures lingered between their legs, along with a tell-tale wet stain that spoke volumes.
“Excellent!” whispered Evillana to herself, grinning from ear to ear with satisfaction, as she looked down on the lovely fallen heroines, oozing smoke still rising from their spent bodies. Only now did she notice the large wet stains between the legs of their still-smoldering bodies, “Excellent! . . .”
Chapter 2: “The Plan Takes Shape”
Evillana could have easily had her minions bind and tie the two inert heroines from Earth, but on this particular occasion, she decided to bind them herself, using her own special brand of bondage magic. Pointing her staff, and nodding her head, she conjured small enchanted cords, which appeared around Batgirl’s legs at the ankles and just below the knees, pinning her shapely thighs together. More bindings materialized pinning the young heroine’s hands tightly behind her back, thrusting her breasts forward. Finally, she conjured a tight cleave gag onto the shapely heroine. Once she was neatly secured, Evillana inspected her handiwork, enjoying the comely curves of Batgirl’s remarkable thighs and bottom.
Next she turned to Supergirl. “For you, I shall require an additional level of security!” spoke the sinister witch. Again nodding and gesturing with her staff, identical bindings appeared on Supergirl, but all of them possessed an eerie green enchanted glow, the green glow of . . . Kryptonite.
“How strangely the people of Earth dress. . .” observed Evillana as she walked slowly around her fallen captives, inspecting them, “and yet their tight apparel does admirably display their alluring physiques. The Master will be . . . pleased.”
“SERVANTS!” she cried, “Get me an audience with the Master. Tell him, . . . I have the brides that he has been seeking. . .” and as she spoke a evil twisted sneer crossed her lips.
Chapter 3: “The Cart” or “The Plot Thickens”
Batgirl and Supergirl awoke to find themselves in a large wooden cart. There were bars on all sides, surrounding and imprisoning them. The cart was being slowly pulled along a bumpy uneven road, by 6 enormous manlike beast creatures which were unlike anything that either young crime-fighter had ever seen before. Riding alongside them on a steed of her own, was Evillana. The sorceress-witch was mounted on a creature that looked very much like a horse, but which possessed the horns of a ram.
“Greetings ladies,” she began sarcastically.
“What do you want with us?” cried the bound Supergirl.
“That is a simple enough question, my dear,” replied the sorceress, “deserving of a simple answer. Your fate is already sealed. I see no harm in informing you of what is, at this point, inevitable.”
“Go on,” probed Batgirl, anxious to get some idea of what was happening to them.
Evillana raised her voice as she began, “I seek beautiful warrior maidens for the new Master and Supreme Ruler of all Mysteria, . . . ‘The Master Scorcerer.’”
“W-what? What are you talking about? Where are we? And what does this Supreme Ruler guy want with us anyway?” prodded Supergirl impatiently.
“I have brought you from your world of, . . . Earth,” she spoke this word with clear disdain, “. . . because ‘the Scorcerer’ is not satisfied with the selection of warrior maidens here on Mysteria. He requires an ‘improved selection’ . . . to select his, . . . BRIDE.’”
“Bride!!?” cried Supergirl, astonished at the dark turn that this mission was taking.
Well, you’re a warrior maiden. . . Why don’t you go out with him?” quipped Batgirl.
“As any feeble-minded peasant can plainly see, I am a Sorceress, not a warrior!” snapped Evillana defiantly, “But even though I am the greatest Sorceress in all the land, and by far the most beautiful, our new leader will not honor me with his bed. Instead, he seeks warrior maidens from afar. . . The maidens must meet or exceed his . . . demanding standards of excellence. They must be beautiful . . . On this count, you both succeed. But they must also be highly responsive . . . on this measure, I am pleased as well, but ultimately, it will be for him to decide.”
“Who is this Sorcerer, anyway?” asked Batgirl, trying to get a better idea of the enemy they were facing.
As the sorceress-witch began to speak, a faraway look came over her cruel but beautiful features, “Several months ago, the master of all Mysteria, was toppled from his throne by a rival. Our new master is a powerful and mysterious leader, known only as ‘The Sorcerer.’ Though his origins are unknown to us, his powers are vast and unknowable, and his grip on this land is unshakable. Ensconced as his is, on the throne of Mysteria, he now seeks a bride to see to his . . . pleasures. While I have generously offered myself to serve him in this role, he has foolishly spurned and rejected my offers.”
Now sneer of unmistakable disdain overcame Evillana’s features as she continued, “Instead he desires a warrior bride. But even with all the warrior females of Mysteria at his beck and call, he has found none that suit his fancy. So, he has commanded me to use my magic to summon the finest warrior females from faraway lands to entertain him. From these, he will make his choice. So far, none have suited his lofty standards, and all have been cast into the Pit of Despair. You two will probably fair no better, but as I said, . . . that is for the Master to decide. . .”
At this, the cage-cart rounded a corner, and before them lay a breath-taking vista of a massive, ornate, and sinister looking castle perched high on the facing hill. A dark cloud hung low over the fortress, and ominous vultures circled overhead.
“Ah, we are here,” announced Evillana, “the Master’s fortress.”
Chapter 4: “The Master”
Once inside the wall of the fortress, the cage was opened, and Supergirl and Batgirl were dragged to the ground by large hulking creature-men. With the young heroines’ arms tied tightly and securely behind their backs, their prominent bulging bulbous breasts were thrust gratifyingly forward.
As Evillana dismounted, the tall sorceress stood behind the bound Batgirl and Supergirl, prodding them with small shocks of electricity from her staff to move them along in the right direction as they moved throughout the castle.
“MOVE! That way!” she cried.
“TZZZZZZZZZZZT-ZZZZZZZT!!” the staff sparked.
“Ahh-hh!” cried Supergirl, trying not to lose her footing.
“Oooooo!” cried Batgirl, as the beast-men leered desirously at her tightly-clad and perfectly proportioned bottom.
Presently, they came to a large hall, and a massive pair of wooden doors that stood easily two stories high. As they approached, the doors swung open, apparently of their own accord, to reveal a massive and impressive throne-room. Suddenly, a gruff voice announced in a grandiose tone, “Presenting, the Sorceress-Witch Evillana!”
Together, the three women entered the dimly lit throne room, with Evillana now in the front, the bound Batgirl and Supergirl side-by side, trailing just behind her.
As they walked forward, they observed the high cavernous ceilings, ominous looming sculptures, and strange bubbling pits.
Then at last, they came to a large throne. Seated in it, was a man-sized figure in a black hooded robe. Neither the face nor the hands were visible.
Bowing low, Evillana made a grand sweeping gesture, before the potentate as she announced, “Your Supreme Eminence, and Ruler of all Mysteria, I bring you, . . . warrior maidens for your . . . consideration. And with that, she stepped aside, in another sweeping dramatic gesture to reveal the bound heroines, SUPERGIRL and BATGIRL.
With this, the hooded figure, gazed forward with rapt attention, then, after a beat, slowly rose to its feet. A low ominous breathy hiss escaped its countenance, “HHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .”
It was apparently pleased.
Slowly gliding down several stairs that separated the throne from the main hall, the hooded figure approached ominously.
“HHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .” it breathed again.
As the hood of the figured dipped down, it appeared to be carefully looking the girls over, up and down the length of their svelte bodies.
“Look, I don’t know who you are, or what you think--” Supergirl began.
“SILENCE!!” commanded Evillana, her voice booming through the grand hall.
“HHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .” the Master hissed again, apparently satisfied at how the prisoner had been silenced. Then it glided behind the two captives, inspecting their . . . posterior assets.
As the heroines began to turn around to face him, Evillana commanded coolly, “You will remain forward-facing.” Bound, outnumbered, overmatched, and utterly out of their element, the two young women reluctantly complied.
Now the Master spent an inordinate amount of time behind the bound heroines. As his dark gaze fell across their bottoms, it lingered desirously. While the strict bindings certainly caused the girl’s breasts to thrust prominently forward, the position also caused their bottoms to tilt at a particularly pleasing angle. The girls shifted uneasily during the long awkward silence as the Master stood behind them.
“HHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . You have done well, . . . Evillana,” the Master spoke in an eerie whispering hissing voice, as he stepped around to the front of them again.
“HHhhhhhhhhhhh . . . from whence to these specimens hail?” he inquired.
“From a remote primitive world known as Earth,” she replied formally. “On that world, they are regarded as ‘the World’s Finest’ warrior maidens. This one,” she pointed to Batgirl, “is an expert in crime solving, strategy, advanced weapons, hand to hand combat, and computers, while this one,” she nodded toward Supergirl, “is some sort of super-being. Were it not for the presence of a material known as Kryptonite in her bindings, she would possess unimaginable strength, super speed, the ability to see through wall, and the ability to . . . to fly.”
“Hhhhhhhhh . . . I see,” the Master paused. “Their clothes, . . . they will not do. . .” the Master hissed.
Stamping her staff again, Evillana caused a brilliant flash of light. When the flash dissipated, the heroines found that the top half of their uniforms had been physically ripped away. In its place, each woman now wore a tightly secured brown leather strap. The strap completely encircled each heroine’s rib cage and breasts, and was buckled in the front. The brief straps fit snugly around the fullest part of each heroine’s bust line, deeply compressing the soft fleshy orbs of their full heaving breasts, accentuating a deep plunging cleavage, and barely covering their nipples. The binding was alarmingly and starkly brief and simple in design, but it was undeniably effective in displaying the women’s . . . ample charms.
“Hhhhhhhhh . . . Excellent. . . ” the Master hissed again. “Have you tested their . . . responsiveness?”
“No, my Lord, I thought it best to wait for your presence before proceeding with the test,” Evillana responded, lying.
“That is . . . wise, . . .” the Sorcerer responded, with more than a hint of a lethal threat in his voice. “You may . . . proceed.”
With this, Evillana raised her staff, stretched out her arms toward the heroines, and began to utter a cryptic incantation, “Don-lor-amay, Tesk-pu-ratum, Scintilatay, SCORUM!”
With this last word, two columns of green glowing energy appeared in the hall. One swirling green column appeared around Batgirl, completely engulfing and encircling her body, and the other swirling sparkling cloudy column of energy surrounded Supergirl. An instant later both heroines were lifted several inches off the floor, so that they seemed to float in a column of weightlessness. But there was something more, the girl’s legs now began to move, and their hips began to wriggle. Odd expressions started to play across their beautiful faces, grimacing expressions of strain, effort, exertion, . . . arousal.
As their hovering bodies began wiggle and wriggle enticingly, their breathing became rapid, deep, raspy, gasping breaths. It was clear that the energy was somehow driving the girls into a state of heady heightened arousal.
“Oh God!” Supergirl gasped, as her eyes closed seductively, her back arching sharply. Meanwhile, Batgirl whined and whimpered enticingly, in high-pitched gasps as she ground her thighs together, and thrust her hips lustfully.
“What are they doing to us?” cried Supergirl desperately.
“Ooooooohhhhh!” cried Batgirl, too caught up in the relentless sensations to respond coherently. She seemed quite near a release, as she bit her lip. The involuntary thrusting of her pelvis, showed off her bottom and the curves of her narrow mound to excellent advantage, two details not lost on the Master. Reaching one arm forward, the Master’s hand now became visible. Despite his strange mysterious appearance, his hand appeared to be that of a normal human male. Now he reached that hand into the flaming column of green energy, he openly palmed and groped Batgirl’s succulent bottom. The full round contours of her buttocks filled his hand nicely. Her soft curvy flesh was much to his liking, and he groped her ass at length.
The uninviting touch of the Master’s hand on a most private region of Batgirl’s body, only fanned the flames of her magically-induced desire all the farther, and she gasped seductively in response, “AHHHHhhhhhh-hh!!” involuntarily causing her back to arch sharply, thrusting her leather-bound breasts skyward. The sound of creaking stretching leather only heightened the tension in the air.
The Master continued to grope her ass, then stroked the front of her writhing thigh.
“Oooooooooooo!” she cooed, cursing herself for loving the feeling of his hand on her body.
Now he groped her chest as well. The naked flesh of her breast was soft and pliant, firm and plump, full and hand-sized. There was much to like about this one.
“UNNGGHH-hh!” Batgirl groaned excitedly, as the Master groped her breasts. Her hips were now thrusting, and seductively gyrating, her body growing ever nearer to its inevitable release. The feeling of pleasure between her legs was magnificent and overwhelming. But it wasn’t just there. A similar pang of desire flamed in her breasts, and lapped throughout her body. Despite the feelings of humiliation, her body had never felt so alive and so sensual. Why didn’t he just finish her off, she wondered.
Now he moved his gaze to her mound, lustfully caressing her womanhood with his eyes. He reached out toward her mound, and while his fingers stopped a few inches short of touching her in this most sacred spot, his fingers began to emanate a strange magical blue glow, which expanded to envelop her mound in its blue light.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!”
Now the intensity of the glow increased, and his fingers began moving with a clever quickness, still emitting the strange enchanted blue glow. Now concentrating with great focus, the Lord of Mysteria moved his hand purposefully, in a gesture that suggested ever-increasing magical potency. Batgirl’s body wiggling grew more desperate with every passing second.
“UNNNNNNGHHHH!!” Batgirl cried out loudly, as the blue light and the pleasuring rapidly and dramatically intensified. The sensation was as though the fingers, lips, and tongue of the world’s most skillful lover were busily at work on her most intimate places, as the girl reflexively thrust her breasts further outward and skyward. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” she whimpered loudly, clearly overwhelmed by the latest barrage of marvelously intensified pleasures.”
Now her thighs scissored against eachother rapidly and seductively, and her hips thrust lustily, as the sensations within her narrow mound continued to increase to a fevered pitch. It was too much, too good, too--
“I must’nt! I can’t! I shouldn’t! I--”
“Huh-HUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
As the most powerful orgasm of her lifetime detonated between her legs, Batgirl lost all control of her body. Suspended there in the eerie green column of energy, her curvy young body writhed and twisted, jerked and twitched, thrashed and heaved as a five- alarm climax wreaked havoc with her body, filling every nerve in her body with bright scintillating sensations of pure sweet sparkling guilty pleasure. Wave after wave of green and blue ecstasy pulsed through her young deserving body, wiping her mind clean of all coherent thought.
“HUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
As Evillana and the Master took in the rapturous sight of Batgirl’s lovely twitching jerking mid-orgasmic body, and her herky-jerky climactic antics, they enjoyed the scene with guilty self-satisfied pleasure.
When at last her spastic dance slowed, her floating body basked in the oozing pleasures of her post-orgasmic stupor. When the sparkling pleasures slowed to a dull roar, Batgirl hung weightless slowly grinding her thighs together squeezing every last drop of pleasure from her young limp sprawling body.
Only then did the villains’ attention turn to Supergirl. The young blonde heroine squirmed nervously in the swirling energy-field. She had seen how quickly Batgirl had succumbed, and she didn’t imagine she would fare any better. Like Batgirl before her, her sinewy writhing form was clearly suffering from the effects of the magical arousal field. As her hair floated around her, as if she were immersed and submerged in water, Supergirl’s eyes were now sensuously closed. Clearly her mind was drinking in the guilty pleasures which flared between her long sensuous legs. The shiny red lips of her tiny mouth parted to show bright white teeth clenched tight in concentration.
With a wave of his arm, the Master removed the tiny shiny clingy blue skirt that covered Supergirl’s hips, revealing the heroine’s tiny red thong as the only article of clothing that covered the heroine’s virtue. The innocent young heroine gasped at the thought of being so exposed, but there was no denying the pleasures that leapt between her legs. Her mound was alive with desire, flaming with passion, needy for a guilty release, for ecstasy.
But how could she submit to such private feelings in the presence of this villainous gathering? The very thought was unimaginable!
But the insistent pleasure swelling between her legs would soon say otherwise. Like it or not, the tiny triangle between her legs would have its way. The tiny bud that lived there would soon find its release. Even now, the bound heroine knew that her fate was sealed.
All eyes were on Supergirl’s tiny mound, scantily covered by her daring red thong, where everyone assembled knew fantastic pleasures were now swirling uncontrollably. Already a dampness could be seen there between her young blemishless thighs.
Reaching his hand out, the Master now groped the soft naked flesh of her thonged buttocks thoughtfully. Reflectively, he sampled the soft desirable flesh, handling it, kneading it, sampling its plumpness, its resilience, its heft. Its softness was suitable to him, and pleasantly inviting in a way that none of the bodies of the local Mysterian warrior maidens had been. And with that, his mind was made up.
With a sweeping gesture, he multiplied the intensity of the floating girl’s pleasure 100 fold. Then turning his back on her, he began to discuss with Evillana, the details of the coming “wedding night.”
Supergirl threw her head back, as the pleasure intensified beyond her capacity to contain. It had been all she could do to nurture and enjoy the rapturous feelings that swelled and swirled within her mound, without letting them overwhelm her. Now that the feelings had reached a crescendo that was beyond all comprehension, that battle was now swiftly, and resoundingly, lost.
“I deem BOTH of these females suitably responsive. I shall require BOTH of them for my bed,” the Master declared in his whispering tone, as Supergirl surrendered to a devastating mind-warping rapture.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
“They are to be securely bound and clad in the fashion that I prefer,” he commanded.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Supergirl cried as the unimaginable rapture ripped through her groin, and exploded throughout her body, bathing her in a bright light of brilliant sparkling ecstasy.
“Understood,” answered Evillana coolly, totally ignoring Supergirl’s noisy plight. “It shall be done as you command. Might I suggest that you take them separately, my Lord?”
“HUHHHHHHHHH-NNNNNNNNNNNNNGH-NNNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHH!!!” Supergirl continued, just a few feet away from the eerily calm cool discussion. The blonde heroine was still lost in the throes of her intense agony of pleasures, her svelte body twitching with ungainly spasms of ecstasy, her mound deluged with a warm shower of wet sticky love juices, her bulging breasts, straining in the confines of the tight leather strap.
“Very well,” the Sorcerer conceded.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
The pleasure was intense, unimaginable, and now at last the young Kryptonian knew perfect bliss, her thighs now slick and shiny wet, awash in her own wet pleasure juices.
“I am pleased that the subjects were to your Highness’s liking. I live only to serve your Wickedness,” Evillana concluded reverently, bowing slightly at the waist, as Supergirl’s body wracked with spasms of uncontrollable ecstasy.
“UNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm. . .” At last the frantic throws of the rapture slowed and Supergirl entered the faraway land of afterglow, her mind and body lost in a sparkling jingle-jangle world of thoughtless pleasures and mindless hedonism. Her mind and body relished the delicious afterglow that lingered in her limbs, like the taste of fine wine.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . .”
“I wish to examine them further,” the Master whispered. And with that, Evillana waved her arm, and the two columns of energy dissipated, and the heroines’ languorous bodies were lowered gently to the floor.
The two spent heroines were now sprawled out on the floor, in sensuously seductive poses. Large wet stains appeared at the front of their groins, ample evidence of their recent guilty pleasures. Now the two rectangular sections of floor where the heroines lay, began to rise up our of the floor forming two stone tables, raising the two heroines aloft, about 3 feet above the floor.
Totally spent by their lovemaking, neither heroine made the slightest move to resist, as the Master inspected them. Now his curious hands groped their thighs, breasts, and buttocks, rolling their unresisting bodies this way and that, savoring their naked flesh, as they basked in the smoky afterglow. Finally, he spoke, “Have them . . . prepared.”
Chapter 5: “Batgirl - The Mating”
The Master Sorcerer’s master bedroom was a grand impressive room, high in the east tower of his fortress. The room was made entirely of stone, and the views from its balconies were the finest in all the land. But it was night time now, and the only view to be had was that of near total darkness.
As the Master glided into his darkened bed chamber, he found “the Batgirl” there, prepared for him, as he had directed. She was conscious, and her uniform had been magically restored to its original condition. She was upright now, standing between, and just in front of, two square rough-hewn stone pillars in the middle of the room, She was tied and bound, spread eagle, her arms and legs stretched out, her wrists and ankles firmly restrained by taut studded black leather bindings which encircled them. These cuffs were attached to heavy chains which were securely mounted to the stone columns.
As he entered the room, he admired her outstretched physique, so nicely displayed and available to him. Clenching her small gloved hands into tight fists, Batgirl pulled energetically on her bindings, but to no avail. Escape was quite impossible.
As he drew closer, he observed and admired her striking attributes more and more closely. Even though her pretty face was partially concealed by her cowl, the cleverly designed mask did not cover her pretty features, so much as it seemed to accentuate the drama and beauty of her face, while cloaking it in an added layer of mystery. Everything about her drew him to her. Her breasts, so sharply pronounced and pointed, . . . the enticing lines of her taut abdominal muscles, her long, shapely, slender, tapered dancer’s legs. . . so lean, . . . so firm, still straining futilely against her bindings. Lastly, his eyes settled on her pelvis, so comely and shapely, framed so nicely between her tender feminine thighs, adorned so admirably by the daring silky-blue thong that so nicely accentuated the curves of her mound. Yes, . . . there was not doubt about it, . . . bound and wriggling slightly as she was, . . . she was perfect.
Now crouching down, her examined her pelvis more closely. He marveled at the beauty of her, the subtleties of her shape, the lines of her narrow thong as it lay tight over the curves of the most intimate part of her body. Casually, he ran his hands along the insides of her thighs, coaxing a sudden gasp from the unresisting girl.
“Ahhh-hh!”
Still staring at her groin, mere tantalizing inches away from her, he spoke to her in a faraway tone, “Ah, what terrible pleasures and fierce raptures may yet be coaxed from your loins, my dear Batgirl. . . In the hours ahead, I shall show you such ecstasy as you have surely never dreamt possible.”
Standing up, his eyes drank in the sheer startling dimensions of her firm proud jutting breasts. They were . . . quite remarkable. Then in a sudden gesture, he grabbed the fabric of her gray Lycra uniform where the Bat-symbol lay emblazoned on her chest, and ripped it wide open, revealing her ample Bat-cleavage. “RRRRRRRRRRRRIP!!”
As the cool air hit her rotund breasts, her tender nipples grew stiff and erect, as she grew aroused at the sudden unexpected exposure.
“Sorcerer! You Fiend! What have you done!” Batgirl cried out defiantly, as her pale breasts bounced out into the open air.
“I have exposed you for what you are, Batgirl. A woman, a succulent morsel, teeming with sensuality. Your exquisite beauty is something to behold, something to be . . . enjoyed.” Now he pulled the fabric out to either side of her breasts, to reveal them more fully, and tucked the fabric back so that the entirety of her breasts lay completely exposed and on display.
“I think now, that another pose might be more becoming for you, . . .” he spoke thoughtfully. And then, as he snapped his fingers, there was a bright flash, and suddenly her legs were no longer spread. Instead, they were tied neatly together, by a wide black leather strap at her dainty ankles.
“MmmmMMMmmmmm! . . .” she moaned into the large dildo gag which had also magically appeared in her mouth. Now she wriggled like a worm in her bindings, her marvelously tapered legs putting on quite a show.
“That’s better,” he gloated. Then stepping around behind her, he admired her bound form, from behind. “How VERY NICE, he beamed as he took in the rearward view of her captive charms. “The THONG really does become you, my dear! . . .”
“MmmmMMMmmmmm! . . .” she moaned helplessly again into her gag.
“Don’t worry,” he continued, “I have a wonderful magic oil which will cause you to enjoy our coupling with all the fervor that you might share with your most desired lover. If you’ll allow me, I’ll just apply this oil to your breasts. It only takes a few minutes to reach maximum potency.” Though he had asked her permission to apply the magic fluid he had no intention of waiting for her to acquiesce to the treatment, and went ahead with the process regardless.
Taking a small glass vial from a hidden pocket, her poured a small amount of a sweet smelling oil out into his hand, returned the vial to his pocket, and then began rubbing his hands together. Now sidling up behind her, he pressed his hips up against the fullest part of her ass, pressed his erection up along the groove between her buttocks, ran his hands up along her full thighs, and then cupped the underside of her now-naked breasts in his eager oiled hands. The softness and heft of the breasts in his hands was a “stiffening experience.” The fragrance of her sweet-smelling hair and the fragrant oils now assailed his senses as well, as he “pressed his advantage” against her.
“MMMMMMmmmmmmm. . .” he moaned, enjoying the feel and the smell of her, and the feeling of his oiled hands cupping and groping her breasts.
“MMMMMMmmmmmmm. . .” she moaned involuntarily in response to the admittedly pleasant sensation.
For long minutes he gently kneaded the oily lotion into her supple pliant breasts, leaving a warm soothing sensation in the now-shiny forms of her slick globular breasts. They flopped pleasantly in his hands.
“I think I shall require a bit more access to you,” he said finally after the lengthy chest massage, and then snapped his fingers again.
“SNAP!”
There was a brilliant flash of light, after which Batgirl found herself tightly bound and gagged, lying on her side, curled up in the Master’s master bed, with her ankles bound together, her wrists bound behind her back, and her knees drawn up toward her chest. Her mouth was fitted with a silky blue-black cleave gag. Curled up just behind her, spooning her, was the black robed form of . . . the Sorcerer.
Now he stroked and massaged her buttocks at length, groping and pawing her possessively, giving her the butt-massage of a lifetime. Under his eager ministrations, it was impossible for the young masked girl to resist the growing sensations of arousal that were swelling in her. Was it the skill of his hands, or that damnable oil that made her respond so well to his ministrations?
“MmmmMMMmmmmm! . . .MmmmMMMmmmmm! . . .” she moaned helplessly and enticingly into her gag, wiggling seductively.
“Mmmmmmmmmm, that’s much better my dear,” he observed happily, as his eyes and hands drank in the look and the feel of her. His eyes glazed over as he beheld the dark almond-shaped form of her mound peeking shyly from between her thighs and buttocks.
His hands devoured her bottom, sending thrills through her body.
“A bit less uniform, I think. . .”
“SNAP!”
Again, there was a flash, and then the gray tights of her uniform vanished. Now he sidled up against the bare naked flesh of her, the feeling of skin-against-warm-skin was undeniably intoxicating for both of them, and he groped her in this fashion for well over 10 minutes. Now his hands groped her naked chest as well.
“MmmmMMMmmmmmphh!!” she mmphed again, in a mixture of alarm and unexpected arousal!
When he had had his fill, he spoke again, “I must have more!” he commanded insistently.
“SNAP!”
After another brilliant flash, Batgirl found herself tightly strapped down to an elaborate medieval-looking armature, which pinned her half-naked body down in a roughly doggy-style position. Everywhere wide black leather straps securely held her immobilized in this supremely subservient of all positions. As the Master stood behind her, he took in the sublime contours and curvature of her marvelously displayed posterior. Surely the plump rotund form of her thonged rump was begging to be impaled by him. As he climbed up onto the armature, which stood in the middle of the bedroom next to his bed, he surveyed the magnificent wriggling wiggling form before him. Here was Batgirl, bound and gagged, wriggling and jiggling in all her glory. Only a tiny black thong protected her now dubious virtue. Palming her buttocks, he squeezed her gently, then fingering her mound, he observed the sodden dripping wet form of her mound. Surely she was now ready for him.
“MmmmMMMmmmmmphh!!” she moaned pitifully, with a new anxiousness in her voice.
Freeing his member to the cool air, he laid it against the naked flesh of her bare ass.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh. . . .”
“MmmmMMMmmmmmphh!!” she mmphed in desperation at the feeling of his stalk upon her.
Now he drew circles of pre-cum on her ass, before probing her more directly. Next he found her opening, and slowly, . . . wetly . . . entered the squishing relenting depths of her womanhood. In a moment, the head was in.
“MmmmMMMmmmmm!!” she moaned as the tip entered her.
Now he grasped her wide naked hips, and pulled, as he pushed the long thick stalk of his manhood into her, entering the hot wet depths of her, . . . oh . . . so . . . slowly.
“Squiiiiiish. . .”
With a gentle nudging, he urged himself deeper and deeper into her, and she moaned her approval and acquiescence, “MmmmmmmMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmnnn. . . .”
Now he buried himself to the hilt in her, his hips crushing against her plump rump, her wide feminine bottom molding itself to the contours of his hard insistent hips. Now they were sealed together, his manhood impaling her, her tunnel tightly gripping him. Both of them shifted their hips slightly, wringing a little extra pleasure from the moment.
That’s when the thrusting began. His hands groped her heavy soft naked breasts as his hips hammered her ass, as his member disappeared again and again into the slick depths of her.
The flames of their passion grew as the pleasure intensified for both of them.
Now he humped the lovely Batgirl with abandon, as she whimpered out in real ecstasy. She cursed the pleasure swelling inbetween her legs, but its need was real and insistent. She groaned loudly into her gag as she grew ever nearer to the release that her mound so desperately needed, “Uhghh!! - Unghh! - Unngghh! - UNGHH!!”
And between each cry, his hips hammered her buttocks, creating a gratifying sound with each and every impact, as her fleshy ass quivered and molded to his insistent hips.
THWACK! “Ungh!”
THWACK! “Unghhh!”
THWACK! “Ungh!”
THWACK! “UNGH!!”
Batgirl was elaborately bound on her knees, doubled over at the waist. The pleasure was so good, so sweet, so insistent. The young masked woman could only pray for a merciful if humiliating release. Soon enough, the pleasures in her mound swelled to a breaking point, and before she could think to resist them, her tiny clitoris exploded in a gratifying rapture that devastated both her mind and her delicate body.
“UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Her teeth clenched on her silken gag as she came, her body racked with unimaginable ruthless ecstasy. Her youthful naked flesh trembled and shook with the terrible force of her rapture, as guilty pleasures exploded through every nerve of her grateful body, as she desperately did her best to ride it out.
The Master Sorcerer reveled in the sight of this innocent idealistic crime-fighter, as her delicate young body was utterly overcome and consumed by wave after wave of savagely pleasurable sensations. He stopped his thrusting to watch the spectacle of her orgasm with delight. He watched her nearly naked thonged body quake with thunderous rapture, and felt her body spasm in the violent tremors of her desperate thrashing orgasm. Her naked breasts felt good quivering and trembling in his hands as she rode out her desperate bliss, crying out through tightly clenched teeth. Then, after a long humiliating rapturous orgasm, at last she fell limp in her bindings, utterly spent, utterly satisfied, and he knew, . . . it was his turn.
Kneeling upright now, he took her naked hips in his hands and thrust himself forward deeply impaling her, forcing a cry of abject ecstasy from her gagged mouth. Then the pace of his thrusts increased again. He relished the sensation of his member rifling down her tight curved tunnel, gripping him in its silky slick embrace. He loved the feeling of thrusting between her tender buttocks, deep into her womanhood, relished the feeling of her buttocks crushing against him, softly molding to his form. It was all too much --
Suddenly, “HRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUNGHH!!!!” he came, spurting deep within her. Once, twice . . .
Now he withdrew, and spurted again, christening her ass with his seed, a third jet, a fouth.
With a nod of his head, there was a flash of light, and suddenly Batgirl was kneeling before him, her gag gone, her head tipped back, her mouth open, as suddenly a fourth jet spurted out of him, leaving a long sticky wet stripe across her perfect heroine face and cowl.
A fifth jet splattered across her nose and her eye, and up onto her cowl.
A sixth jet spattered across her perfect little chin, and then onto her neck and naked chest.
A seventh jet spurted out onto her naked belly and thighs, covering her entire body with gooey proof of their forbidden passion.
As she knelt there, nearly naked, dressed only in her thong and cowl, as well as his sticky wet cum, she relished the sensation of being awash with him. As he wiped his tool off on her delicate face, Batgirl’s face, known the world-over on Earth for its innocence and sweetness. She reveled in the guilty knowledge that her enticing body had inspired such a forceful reaction from him. Now her hand gently coaxed more of his cum out of his sticky, cum-covered member, rubbing it lasciviously onto her perfect innocent face.
Chapter 6: “Supergirl - The Mating”
After a quick shower, the Master Sorcerer returned to his bedchamber, to find that Batgirl had been removed, and replace with the succulent form of . . . SUPERGIRL.
For security reasons, Evillana had insisted that the arousal lotion be applied to the young blonde, in advance of their encounter, so that binding her would not be necessary. . .
Supergirl lay stretched out before the Sorcerer on his bed, wearing only a tiny red thong. It was really more than she needed, but it suited her perfectly. As she rolled around in the smooth silken sheets, he could see all of her comely assets.
Her pert perky thonged cheeks inspired him as none other.
Her pert hairless ass cheeks simply drove him too distraction. He HAD to have her.
Climbing into bed with her, spooning her. He opened his robe and enclosed her in its folds, bringing their eager bodies together, skin-to-skin. The feel of her nearly naked body was delectable, seductive, and sensual, striking him in a way that no other women ever had before.
For long minutes they kissed, and groped and fondled each other’s bodies, shamelessly. He had his way with every inch of her perfect body, groping squeezing, cupping clutching, caressing. Meanwhile the sweet-smelling fragrance of her silky blond hair assailed his nostrils, and he senses came alive as never before.
In short order he was hard against her, his stiff member pressing crazily against her tender slender shapely thighs.
Skillfully, she stroked him with her hands, driving moans of ecstasy from him, but he wanted more.
Urging her into the most subservient of positions, he took his place behind her. There he savored her taut muscular tone of her thighs and buttocks. He HAD to have her.
“Snap!” in a flash, Supergirl’s thong was replaced with skimpy shiny blue micro-skirt. Bent over as she was, the underside of her plump buttocks were still clearly visible beneath its hem.
Poised there between her pert hairless cheeks for a long moment, he then pushed his thick phallus forward, slowly impaling her, urging a groan of submission from her. Grabbing her wide feminine hips, he pushed his thick phallus deep into her, as he pulled her hips back onto him.
As his thick phallus impaled her, he marveled at the strict tight wet confines of her.
The tight fit was remarkable. He waited there a moment, savoring the feeling, impaling her so deeply, the grip of her passage so tight on him, so wet and warm, the feeling of his member crushed between her buttocks, the feeling of his hard hips crushed up against her cool soft round plump yielding buttocks.
Now he withdrew slowly from her tunnel.
“Snap!” in a flash, Supergirl’s micro-skirt was replaced with incredibly skimpy micro-shorts.
Then he plunged eagerly back into the slick silken depths of her, plunging deeply, forcing a groan of approval from her, “Unnnnngh.” This thick phallus rutted her, in long wet strokes, crushing her soft toned ass with his hard hips.
What was it about her? He had had many in his time. What was it about this one that he found so irresistible? Something about her vulnerability, her femininity. She was so vulnerable, her buttocks were young yet womanly, innocent yet seductive, . . . perfect. The feeling of her long slick passage the way it gripped him, it was perfect. Her long flaxen silken hair, shining and shimmering, the way her head drooped when the pleasure became too much for her, the low moans and high-pitched whimpers that escaped her perfect pink lips as he impaled her deeply. The taut tone of her ass and thighs, the feel of her small naked breasts in his hands.
Now inspired, he began thrusting more aggressively, hammering her perfect innocent ass in pounding hammering strokes. Each hammering thrust forced a high-pitched cry of aroused surrender from her. “Ungh-hh! - Oooo! - Ohhhh! - OOOO! - Unghh!!
She was so soft, so willing.
“Ungh-hh! - Oooo! - Ohhhh! - OOOO! - Unghh!!
Now she gasped for breath, as he rutted her, her ass quivering with each impact, as he rutted her fiercely, her long blonde tresses swaying this way and that.
“Ungh-hh! - Oooo! - Ohhhh! - OOOO! - Unghh!!
He pulled her hips hard against him, with each eager stroke.
“Ungh-hh! - Oooo! - Ohhhh! - OOOO! - Unghh!!
Harder.
“Ungh-hh! - Oooo! - Ohhhh! - OOOO! - Unghh!!
Faster.
“OOOOOOOHHHHHH GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!”
Deeper.
“Oooooooooooooooooo-hh!”
Long.
“NGHH!!”
Wet.
“UNGHhh!!”
Hard.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
That was it.
“HUNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
She cried out with the force of a wild Banshee, as the climactic moment overwhelmed her. He jetted hard and deep into her, as she pushed her wide womanly hips and soft ass hard back against him, molding her curves to him. One pulse, two pulses, three pulses exploded from him, jetting deep inside of her. His hands felt so good wrapped around her breasts. Four ecstatic pulses, five, six. As he unloaded his manhood deep in her loins, she exploded with an ecstasy all her own, engulfing him in a warm bath of her wet love.
“UNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Now the tight wet confines of her core, squeezed him even more tightly. Nothing could feel better. He had done it. He had jetted his hot wet seed into the most beautiful girl in the universe, a “super girl.” Even now he continued to rut her slick wet gripping confines of her tiny wet core.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!” she cried with the force of it all.
“Snap!” again she wore the skimpy red thong.
Surely she would bear him many super children. The first of a new race. As he humped her ass, forcing yelps of rapture from her, he could see a new dynasty forming before his eyes. A dynasty of super beings. And it would all start here, in this perfect moment, with his sparkling bliss buried deep inside her core, pressed up against her thonged ass.
At long last, when the worst of the storm had passed, he slowly withdrew, and collapsed on the bed next to her. Rolling over, she gazed longingly into his eyes.
That’s when it happened. . . She laughed.
It was a strange laugh . . . not at all what he expected, . . . a deep laugh . . . the laugh of an “older” woman . . . It was . . . the laugh of . . . Evillana.
A moment later the seductive image of Supergirl morphed into that of the Sorceress Evillana. Though she was a few years older that Supergirl, the Sorceress-Witch still possessed a well-developed body of remarkable beauty and comeliness. Her large ripe well-developed breasts and womanly hips were seductive in the extreme.
“I hope that you enjoyed yourself, my Master. Now, at last, I hope that I may have proven my ability to please you in the bed chamber. . .”
The Sorcerer’s eyes widened as he fully came to grips with the reality of what had just transpired. While his encounters with Batgirl and Supergirl had been both been magnificent, both encounters had, in truth, been illusions, . . . illusory spells cast by the twisted Evillana to make her appear in the guise of Batgirl, and then later as Supergirl.
At first, the Sorcerer’s rage began to boil at the deception and betrayal of it all. Then, after a moment of reflection, . . . indeed, he had to admit, it had been the ride of a lifetime. Those succulent bodies, the energetic lovemaking, the spanking, the bondage, the heated passion, the resounding thundering orgasms. Illusion or not, it had all been the thrill of a lifetime. . . and with that, he began to laugh. It started as a small wry smile, that turned into a chuckle. Then the chuckle grew into a laugh. The laugh became louder, and soon he was quaking with uproarious laughter.
At first, Evillana could not tell what the laughter meant. For long moments, an expression of unease settled on her pretty brow. Was he laughing with her or at her. Was this laugh signing her death warrant?
Presently, his laughter came under control, and finally, at last, he spoke, “You, you must tell me, my dear, whatever became of the lovely Supergirl and the fair Batgirl. . .”
“I sent them back from whence they came M’Lord,” she spoke hesitantly. “They were returned unharmed and undamaged. Shall I summon them back?”
“NO, NO, NO!,” the Master Sorcerer commanded, still chuckling a bit. I am certain now, that they could never be your equal. Your illusions were perfect, my dear, to the finest detail. You have my compliments on an marvelous deception! Well cast! Perhaps better than the real thing! The whines, the moans, it was all very convincing.”
“I assure you, m’Lord, my passions were very real,” she countered.
“Indeed your inventiveness, daring, resourcefulness, and stamina this night have impressed me as never before. You realize, of course, that in deceiving me, you risked everything, . . . even your very life, to make your way into my forbidden bedchambers. You risked EVERYTHING in trying to deceive a master sorcerer with a spell of deception of your own making. . .”
“Yes, m’Lord,” she spoke again, still with a quaver of uncertainty in her voice.
“There is an ancient saying, my dear, which reads, ‘Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. . .’
“But I am not your enemy, my Sorcerer King. I wish only to serve, and I have risked everything to prove my worth to you,” she spoke in a surprisingly sincere tone.
“Then you have no aspirations for the throne?”
“My aspirations for power are well known,” Evillana began, “but I neither require nor desire the throne itself. I would loathe the constraints of duty that come with the crown. But to share the bed of the Sorcerer King, . . .” she grinned evilly, “now THAT would give me all the power I should ever need, without weighing me down with the bureaucracy and responsibilities of the crown. And at last, I would have a partner who is my magical and sensual equal. That is something that I have desired for many years, my Lord.”
“Indeed,” replied the Sorcerer King thoughtfully. “My mystical powers tell me that you speak the truth on this rare occasion. With that in mind, my dear, I think that I shall keep you as close to me as humanly possible, . . . even as close as my very bed chambers! Indeed, my fair Evillana, this day you have proven your worth to me. A sorceress-lover may be just what the doctor ordered. This day I pronounce you “Evillana, Consort of the Sorcerer King.”
With this, a flash of unrepentant joy beamed across the Sorceress’s face, then the Sorcerer continued, “. . . but deceive me again, my lovely, in the slightest matter, and I shall stretch your pretty little neck. . . Do I make myself clear?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said, grinning mischievously.
“Very well then,” he said. Then in a brighter, more optimistic tone, he continued, “You know, my dear, we shall make beautiful magic together! Tell me, can you truly take on the guise of any female that my heart desires?”
“Indeed, I can, my King and lover.”
“Mmmmmmmmm. . . So tell me, darling, what guise will you delight me with next? . . .”
“I live only to fulfill your whim, my King.”
“Well then, I think that I should very much like to see you as a young, . . . What do they call them on Earth again? . . . Ah yes! I would very much like to see you as a young . . . ‘cheerleader’. . . ”
THE END
Supergirl and Batgirl in
Royal Duo
by Supergirlx
Chapter 1: Hotel Hell
Batgirl leaped through the air, the large silhouette of the full moon blazing behind her as she soared down from one of the city’s peaks. Her cape tightly clutched in each hand, building resistance from the high winds, slowed her momentum enough until she reached out for one of the flag poles along the side of the Fairmount Hotel. She swung around the pole and catapulted herself to the nearby ledge of the building.
“Fourth floor, this is it.” Batgirl counted the windows along the side of the hotel, calculating until she was certain she had found the room she was looking for.
“434, this is it.” She crotched low and peered inside the window.
Inside she could see the plush suite with fine French furniture and lavishly decorated walls. Large and spacious this room was twice the size of a normal presidential and was always reserved for visiting dignitaries or ….’Foreign Royalty.’ She thought as she spotted the bound girl in the corner.
“MMmfffffff!!!” An attractive young blond woman with bright red lipstick and icy blue eyes struggled as three large men dressed in black stuffed a gag in her mouth.
“mmmmfffff..”
Two of them took her by the arm and forced her down into a large chair. The girl, clad in a short red mini-dress with long satin opera gloves and shimmering white stocking feet kicked and struggled madly as the men bent her hands behind the chair and withdrew lengths of rope to bind her. Batgirl stared a moment longer, she watched as the men pushed her forward and crossed her wrist, wrapping them securely with the rope.
‘Princess Monaco’ Batgirl thought, thinking back to the anonymous caller who had tipped her off to someone wanting to kidnap the Princess tonight.
‘Better to work now while they’re preoccupied with her.’ She thought taking out a glass cutter from her belt.
Silently she began cutting the glass, glancing back at the men tying the girl. Batgirl scanned the woman; she was defiantly Scandinavian, with smooth snowy skin and long shapely legs in shiny white tights that glared under the lights. She was expensively dressed in a shiny tight red miniskirt that edged higher up her thighs the more she kicked and struggled against the brutes. A tight spandex garment stretched tightly across her body, that looked as if she were going out to a club for the evening but had been caught just before.
The men pulled her back, finished with her hands, her long gloved wrist entwined in the strong white rope held her firm as they smiled at each other, taking liberties massaging the helpless girl’s breast through her top, fondling her.
“mmmff..youuufffff…pppffffiiggggsss…..ggttt yrrrrr handssss offffmmeee”
The men smiled and laughed, enjoying the touch of her tits, groping them with enjoyment. They now grabbed her slender stocking feet and forced them to the legs of the chair, slipping rope over the girl’s ankles and fastening them tightly to the chair.
“You’re going to bring a nice reward Princess.” One of them smiled up at the struggling blond.
“As soon as we get you smuggled out of here, you’re country will pay us anything to get you back.
Batgirl had now succeeded in pulling a small round piece of the glass from the frame without the men noticing. She watched as they groped the girl, sliding their hands up her stocking legs…but something was strange. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something about the scene that seemed odd…the girl’s skirt? Was there something wrong with her skirt? Her manner?
‘That’s just crazy.’ She thought. But what was wrong here? ’The icy blue eyes of the young girl that almost seem to have caught a glance of her? There was something odd about the scene itself? She couldn’t quite figure it out.
The intruders were done binding the woman, they looked at the struggling blond, satisfied that she wasn’t going anywhere for a while and her mouth packed and cleave gagged. They turned their attention to the apartment. Batgirl slipped her hand through the small glass opening, and unlocked the window, unnoticed by the men who were now going through drawers and turning over suitcases, searching for anything of value.
Silently she lifted the window and entered the room. The long legged girl’s eyes rose with attention as she saw Batgirl. She struggled, mmffing in her gag. Batgirl placed her finger on her lips to tell her to keep quiet as not to blow her element of surprise.
“I think I found them,” one of the men shouted. “The jewels are here!”
The other two men started over to him, and as they did, Batgirl sprung into action.
“I hope you have something nice picked out for me!” she kicked the first two hard in the chest sending them down and crashing into the expensive walls. She flipped her boomerang at the third, striking him hard across the head and sending him reeling backwards. She then turned quickly and finished the first two men with hard kicks.
“Are you ok?” she pulled the gag from the girl’s mouth and began undoing the ropes from her.
“Yes, who… are you?” She asked marveling at the heroine.
“I’m Batgirl, I’m here to help.” Batgirl replied undoing the ropes.
“Th-thnak you Batgirl.” The girl said softly, her breath quick and excited. “I don’t know what happen to my security, those men charged in the room and before I knew it they grabbed me and tied me up!”
“Don’t worry I’m here now.” Batgirl smiled confidently as she removed the last bit of rope from the girl’s feet. “I’ll protect you.”
“Thank you Batgirl.” The girl sobbed throwing her arms tight around Batgirl, hugging her deeply as she wept in her arms.
“Its ok now, I won’t let anything happen to you, just be calm.” She had to pull hard to pull the hysterical girl away.
“Are there any more?” Batgirl scanned the back rooms of the suite.
“I don’t know.” The girl said sounding frighten. “I think I heard someone in the washroom.”
And as if on cue a thumping was heard in the washroom.
“Stay here, I’ll check it out.” Batgirl turned and cautiously headed to the hallway. She pressed her ear to the door; on the other side she heard some muffled voices and a lot of movement. She slowly turned the knob.
“What??”
What she saw startled her, her mouth dropped open with shock, but she had no time to react. A solid thud made contact with the back of her neck as the crime fighter’s eyes fluttered and she fell to the ground.
“OOOwwwww…..”
Tiny stars of light seemed to flutter before her eyes as the point of impact of the blow shot a searing pain through her shoulders. She tried to focus, now realizing what she had stumbled into. She turned and saw the blond girl posing over her, smiling broadly with a Baseball bat in her hand.
Batgirl stumbled backwards, getting distance between them she sprung into action..
“You just made a big mistake.” She said angrily, ignoring the throbbing pain, she instantly reached for her bat-a-rang from her utility belt.
“Say goodnight bitch!” She placed her had down to her shapely hips and her eyes grew wide with shock. She looked down at her waist and only saw the smooth purple costume hugging her body.
“My belt???” She said confused feeling duped, her hands circling her waist as if she couldn’t believe her weapons were gone.
“Looking for this?” The woman laughed pulling Batgirl’s belt from behind her back. “I relieved you of this during that emotional embrace.” She teased then tossed the belt behind her. “You won’t be using your toys tonight, Batgirl.”
A cold sweat suddenly covered Batgirl’s body as the woman stepped towards her.
‘I’ve got to regroup.’ She thought as she turned, trying fast to get to her feet and flee into the next room.
<Crack!!>
“OOohhhh!!!”
A hard blow from the bat made contact with the superheroine’s leg. She grimaced in pain falling to the floor. She reached down, grabbing at her injured leg, gritting her teeth together as the pain throbbed throughout her thigh.
“Don’t worry; I’m here now…” The woman mocked her. “I’ll protect you. Ha-ha, how pathetic you are!”
‘Its not broken…not broken…but damn it hurts...got to move!!!’ Batgirl thought frantically as again she tried to get to her feet but the pain was too great, her legs wobbled in the high heeled boots, her cape flapping behind her as she fell back into the wall for support.
Sweat beaded her face beneath her cowl as her heart raced with adrenalin; she knew she was in big trouble.
‘Got to escape, get myself together.’
Batgirl couldn’t catch her breath, she felt a chill run the length of her spine as she turned and saw the long legged woman slowly advancing on her, toying with her. She turned again to run but another hard shot from the bat made a thud sound against her thigh and she crashed against the door frame of the adjoining room, and slammed back to the floor.
“AAAaoowwwww…..Get away from me!” She shouted, blood trickling from her mouth now, her nails digging into the floor to pull her maimed legs behind her.
“What’s the matter Batgirl, don’t you want to play with me?” The woman smirked, feeling suddenly turned on at the site of the cowering heroine at her feet. “My real name is Ale, and I want so much to play with you.” The woman strolled over to the crawling heroine, smiling evilly with anticipation and excitement.
“What’s it like Batgirl? Wearing that sexy outfit? Fighting crime? Oh that must be such a rush for you, hmm?”
Batgirl grimaced in pain, her legs were burning as she dragged herself across the floor, breathing hard as blood trailed behind her.
“Where you going, Hon? You haven’t even said anything about my outfit, isn’t it sexy?” She posed with the bat, licking her lips. “You think one of your heroes would want to fuck me?”
“Go to hell, you crazy Bit...”
She swung the bat hard, nailing the heroine hard in the shoulder.
“AAAAAiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!” Batgirl cried, withering in pain.
The woman kicked her over, pinning the crippled caped crusader with her stocking foot on her neck.
“Please…..please…..” Batgirl begged, tears streaming from her eyes, her body aching in pain and her chest heaving fast. She looked up the girl’s outstretched leg, her miniskirt stretched and showing a fleeting glance below the short red dress at the satin gold panties underneath.
Batgirl’s heart pounded harder now as she stared, unbelieving what she was seeing. The woman pulled the weapon back again and suddenly the heroine fell into unconsciousness as a final blow connected.
“mmmm…”
The girl smiled, she quickly trotted back, grabbing the same rope that was used to bind her and pulled Batgirl’s hands behind her back, crossing her yellow gloves at the wrist.
“Stupid superheroine.” She laughed, straddling Batgirl from behind, her silky shapely legs gripped the sleeping heroine as she slipped the cord under Batgirl’s wrist then pulled the rope through a loop and pulled it tight, wrapping it over and around the sleeping caped crusader’s hands until it was tight and secure. She marveled at Batgirl’s tight ass, slapping her firmly.
“mmmm…nice. I wouldn’t mind a piece of you myself.” She caressed the slumbering heroine’s ass, sliding her hand over Batgirl’s shapely bottom and down between her legs.
“God I love this material.” She smiled feeling Batgirl all over, getting more excited at the sexy tight fitting costume. She ran her hands down Batgirl’s body, feeling he leather like material all over her muscular form.
“Mmmmm….” She smelled the costume, running her face up Batgirl’s back. “I definitely have a fetish for this! Mmmm…”
The girl was getting visibly excited the more and more she felt of the costume, especially the tightness between batgirl’s legs where the costume seemed to fit like a second skin, molding her perfectly. The smiled broadly as the three men staggered into the room.
“Ale, you got her?”
“Of course I did, now go get some more rope and tie her feet, we’ll need that gag too.” She ordered them taking one last feel of Batgirl’s leather clad ass. “Part one of the plan worked perfectly.”
The staff of the Fairmount Hotel had never quite seen anything like this before; the bound and gagged body of Batgirl being carried through their lobby by three men in dark clothing and mask, being led by the petite Princess Monaco. The smiling girl in tall heels now, wearing large sunglasses strutted across the lobby and past the bewildered employees at the front desk, leading the men with their prisoner like a rock star returning from a triumphant performance. She grinned broadly at the aghast spectators as the unconscious superheroine was taken straight through and to a waiting car where she was loaded inside.
Chapter 2: Darkness and Danger
Batgirl slowly awoke feeling cold hard stone below her face, her eyes fluttering but no light to be seen. Her body ached of several recent injuries as she tried to move, she rolled herself over, unable to move her hands from the bindings behind her. Slowly she was remembering the events of the evening, the hotel room…the blond woman…..the trap.
“OOowwww….” She grunted her shoulder stiff and sore from an earlier blow, she sat up in the darkness, now feeling the thick leather blinders on her eyes. She could also feel her mask in place below the blindfold. A small sigh of relief left her as the fear of being unmasked passed. She stretched her legs out, they were unbound.
‘Where am I?’ she thought. ‘Captured somewhere.’ She answered herself.
“Mmmm….” She slowly managed to pull herself to her feet, carefully feeling her way in the darkness.
“Well, look who’s up.”
She heard the voice to her left and turned defensively to face it.
“She doesn’t look so tough anymore, does she?” Another voice behind her, she switched her stance.
“But don’t she look all cute tied up like that.” A third voice said as she whirled around again.
“Let me go!! I demand that you release me!!” Batgirl shouted in her most forceful voice, waiting for some answer.
She heard no response.
“Answer me!! What are mmmfffff!!!” She doubled over in pain as a hard fist slapped against the leather of her costume. Batgirl stumbled back only to fall into the hands of another.
“You demand, bitch!” The villain pulled her up and pushed her forward.
She landed into the arms of another with a distinct perfume scent. This one turned her around and pushed her back. She heard laughter as the fiends toyed with the blind heroine, pushing her from side to side until one grabbed her from behind and held her tight.
“Nngggg…get away from me! OOowwwwwww…” A hard punch knocked the wind out of her. She felt the villain from behind grab a hand of her wig and pull her back up by her hair.
“OOOwwww….OOOO.wwwwwooooowwwwwwww….”
They held her as several punches landed on her body, striking her in the chest and hard in the ribs.
“…nooo…oooowwwwwww” A low punch in her sex sent shock waves of pain throughout her, her toes curled inside her boots as her stomach turned and her legs trembled.
She felt them slam her down face first on the floor, the took her bound hands and pulled them high up behind her and cut the ropes. Batgirl feeling temporary freedom struggled hard but there were so many hands pushing her flat to the floor. She struggled to get a hand on the blindfold, to see how many of them there were but they caught her by the arms, twisting them behind her as she cringed in pain. Her heart was pounding as tears streamed down her eyes, she felt as if her arm would be ripped from its socket.
She felt someone reaching at her throat, her head thrashing, trying to pull away but the villain had gotten what he was looking for. He unsnapped the bindings of her cape and she felt it drift away from her.
“AAAAHHHHHhhhhhhh!!!!!!” She screamed, breathing hard as hands danced over her body, looking for something….hands groping all over her…..for……..she felt the hidden zipper on her costume give way and suddenly felt the cold air against her skin.
“NOO!!...nngggggg…..let go of me!!!! Stop!!!!!!” She was helpless to stop them. She heard the zipping sound of the metal clasp being open down her front, hands slipping inside the costume, touching her bare flesh and pulling the protective garment away from her. Long hard nails raked her tender back as they tugged the costume away from her, forcing her arms down and through the sleeves. They pushed her hard down to the floor, pinning her as they stripped the costume completely from her top. Batgirl’s voluptuous breast in the satin Victoria’s Secret bra was flatten to the floor. She felt them behind her pulling the skin tight costume from her as more of her creamy body became visible. The matching blue thong panties creased in her shapely ass had now been revealed as they pulled her boots free and finally removed the last of her costume from her.
“You bastards!!!” She shouted, kicking and struggling, trying to see past the thick leather blinders. She flailed madly trying to pull free of what seemed like dozens of hands reaching out to subdue her, overpowering her, pushing her to their will. Her mind raced, wondering if she had somehow died and this was her hell.
She felt them all over her body, several on each of her legs, grabbing at her ankles and thighs, they pulled her apart.
“Oh God, no!! What are you going to do to me??” She was no match for the combined strength of them as they widened her legs, forcing her open. She felt hands cupping her sex, prodding her tender mound and running themselves up and down her satin panties. They pulled the shiny strip of material tight in her ass, cutting into her clit in half as part of the material disappeared inside of her. Strange fingers touched her exposed slit, sliding past the material and inside of her.
“Batgirl, welcome to our place.” She heard a familiar voice. It was the girl from the hotel.
“Ale?” she said through gritted teeth, struggling hard. “You bitch! Let me go!! I’ll kill you for this!!” Batgirl said angrily she felt a well of hatred inside of her, not so much at the girl, but at herself for being foolish enough to fall into her trap.
“Still the arrogant hero, eh? Put her in position; let’s show this bitch what we do with superheroines.” The girl ordered the others.
“No! Get your filthy hands off me!” They pulled the struggling Batgirl upwards.
“Keep still bitch, you’re going to get yours if you like it or not!” She heard one of them say as sharp nails ripped across her body.
“AAAiiiiiii!!!!” She screamed.
“Stop struggling!” another slapped her hard across the ass again and again, spanking her like an unruly child. Her bottom blushed deep red on either side of the blue satin thong as tears streamed from under her cowl. They pulled her up; slamming her hard across a wooden horse. They bent her hard in the middle, her exposed ass high in the air as they forced her forward, pulling her legs to the side of the wooden structure.
“No! What are you doing?” She felt them stretching her arms in front of her, her legs were being tied, open wide to the side beams.
“Pour it.” She heard Ale say and then felt an oozing liquid on her body, slimy and slick she felt hands smoothing it all over her, over her back and legs, up her legs and inside her thighs, hands covering it over her breast, pulling her from her bra and greasing it over her pink nipples.
“NNNggggg….OOoohhhnnnnnngggggg…..” She felt hot, the liquid seeping inside of her, causing her to sweat, her body burning beads of sweat running down her now smooth skin. “what…what’s going...nnngggg…..”
Batgirl’s heart stopped. She felt the cold steel edge of the knife digging into her neck as a chill ran down her spine. She stopped struggling, even feeling the fiends behind her pulling her panties away form her glistening mound. She cringed as the tip dug softly into her skin.
‘Oh God….’ Her heart pounded.
“Now Batgirl, open wide.”
She didn’t know what the girl meant? Her thoughts raced, cursing the blindfold over her eyes. But then she felt it. Soft and smooth, nylon, pushing against her lips. She was confused; she didn’t know what the girl was up to.
“Open.” Ale commanded and Batgirl slowly widened her mouth.
“Mmmfffffffff..” She felt a cock slide over her lips and into her warm mouth. A cock, but in nylon, smooth and hard, she pulled it through the thin material.
‘Is this her boyfriend?’ She wondered not daring to stop as he slid in and out of her mouth. Behind her she felt hands grabbing her waist; positioning her…she knew what was next.
“Mmmmffffff…mmmmffffff” She felt another cock slide inside of her from behind, slamming her ass as he pumped her. She felt something else, like a loose material touching just above where his cock was.
“OOohh…mmmm…yeah, you’ve done this before haven’t you?” Ale teased her, her girlish voice almost giddy. “How do you like having a cock in your mouth?”
Batgirl’s mind answered quickly, ‘I love it.’
She pulled away from him for a moment, seemingly defiant.
“It’s the last time you’ll ever see me with mmffff…” he pushed back inside of her, pushing in deep, filling her whole mouth as the fiend behind her pumped her faster and faster, rocking her whole body until she was dripping wet. She felt herself welling inside; she secretly loved being taken from behind and from front. She felt his cock stiffening in her dripping clit… and then….she felt his hands on the back of the blindfold.
“Mmmmm…mmmmmmmmm…” she moaned, feeling him cumming behind her as the restraint was removed from her eyes.
She fluttered, her eyes focusing, things coming clearer until she finally saw it. Her heart skipped a beat as the scene became clear.
The girl that she tried to rescue, that had trapped her…the red skirt hanging just above her head …The large cock, pushing through the wet nylon stockings from under the skirt…pushing inside her mouth, her tongue was wrapped around.
“MMMMFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!”
‘Oh god!!’ She looked on dumbfounded at the girly man in front of her.
“Surprised Batgirl?” The blond woman removed a patch from her throat and her voice changed into a deeper manly tone.
Her mind raced as sudden confusion swept over her, she felt stupid and betrayed. The woman…man in front of her was perfect, except for the stiffening cock that filled her mouth.
Batgirl looked behind her, a tone red headed girl in a leather skirt and a pushup was there, her skirt covering Batgirl’s ass as her cock slammed inside.
“OOOohhhh…OOOHHHHHHH….” She…he…moaned in bright red lipstick as his cock exploded over her.
The heroine’s heart pounded, she looked around the room. There were dozens of them, all dressed as women, some with their cocks hard, pushing from beneath their skirts, waiting for a turn at the heroine.
“Mmfffnooo!!!” She squealed as Ale pumped his cock, hard and ready to burst. He took hold of her mask.
“No, don’t!!!” she begged but in one quick burst he ripped it from her. The sexy red headed batgirl was now the short black haired librarian Barbara Gordon. Ale exploded in her exposed face, his cum spilling into her eye and dripping down her face. Batgirl screamed, it was too much for her.
“Ha-ha, taste it Batgirl. And when we’re done with you, you’re going to help us get another.” Batgirl was speechless, she mumbled “no”.
“Oh yes you will.” He lifted her head as the sticky liquid dripped from her face.
“no…no….” she tried to say as another of them slipped in her from behind, as the others closed in, one after another they pounded her wary body. She felt as if she were in some horrible nightmare, some freakish hell. One by one they took turns on the bound heroine, painted nails raking her back as cocks from beneath silken panties plunged into her dripping clit. Batgirl passed out mid way, her limp body still being filled until the last. The mousey short haired girl that was Batgirl lay bent over, ravaged by the gang.
“Take her to the room, she’ll be ready.” Ale said as two of them undid her from the beam. She fell into their arms as the men carried her away.
Ale looked at the mask on the ground, picking it up he smiled.
“Batgirl, soon it will be time for you to bring another into our web.”
Chapter 3: Driven…
Police cars swarmed the Fairmount Hotel, outside its expensive brass lobby doors, dozens of uniformed officers filed into the building. Local news reporters and television crews held at bay by a police line shouted and begged for eyewitnesses to report on the breaking story.
“Miss, can you tell me what happened? What’s going on inside?” An anchorman pushed past a horde of peers, shoving a microphone towards an elderly woman who was allowed to leave the hotel.
“I…er….I..,.” She fumbled, overwhelmed by the media circus. Then her attention gave way to something falling from the sky, “oh my!”
In an instance the crowd of screaming and jockeying news people stopped and looked upward to watch the object descend from high above. Their mouths gaped open as they watched the once small red dot, falling from high above, getting larger as it fell at incredible speed; red and blue, her cape flapping in the wind behind her, until suddenly her speed slowed, gently lowering the angelic form of Supergirl in front of them.
As soon as her boots touched the ground she hit her stride. Her long hair flowed behind her as she passed the gawkers and frozen admirers, her short red skirt swishing and bouncing above her shapely legs as she walked directly for the entrance of the hotel.
Then, just as sudden as it had stopped, the reporters regained their composure and roared again, pushing and shoving to get a word from Supergirl.
“Supergirl, can you tell us why you were called?”
“Supergirl, give us a comment!” A woman shoved a microphone towards her, but the sexily dressed heroine in the short mini passed them all by without a word. One of the detectives opened the door for her and she stepped into the lobby where several other of he city’s finest were interviewing witnesses.
“Supergirl, I’m glad you made it.” A dark haired woman in black glasses and a dark suit quickly greeted her.
“What’s going on?” Supergirl noticed the blond girl to her right. The girl was speaking some foreign language and flanked by two large men. “Is that Monaco?”
“Princess Monaco. Yes.” She responded. “Supergirl, I’m detective Larson. The chief asked me to brief you on all the details.”
“Was their some sort of attempt on her life or something?”
“No even stranger, Supergirl.” The woman adjusted her glasses. “We found the Princess and her bodyguards bound in the washroom. If they had wanted to kidnap her, she would have been long gone by now.”
“Instead they had me all tied up,” The blond had noticed Supergirl and approached her quickly interrupting the detective with her thick European accent. “They dared shove a sock in my mouth, and then place me in the washroom.” The girl’s eyes danced over Supergirl’s outfit. She had never seen anything like it in her life, or anything as exciting as Supergirl either.
“Is there anything else you can tell us?”
Her face dropped for a moment as if recounting the events. “And then I saw her.”
“Who?” Supergirl looked intrigued.
“I don’t know, but it was like …she was my twin.” The Princess mumbled. “The girl was a perfect image of me. She stood above me just before they closed us in.”
Supergirl looked puzzled.
“Then if it wasn’t a kidnapping, what did they want?”
“I’m afraid it was a kidnapping.” The woman detective said. “It was a trap for a colleague of yours…Batgirl.”
“Batgirl?” Supergirl looked surprise.
“Yes, it seems they created some scene to lure her here, and then subdued her.” She handed Supergirl several photographs from the security cameras. “They carried her out in plain site, right through the lobby.”
Supergirl looked at the photographs, the girl leading the way as two men in black carried a bound and gagged Batgirl. She flipped through the pictures, watching as the bold villains swept through the lobby and right out the front door.
“They wanted everyone to see.” She said flipping to the last photo. “Look at the grin on the girl’s face; she’s smiling right into the camera.”
‘What nerve!’ Supergirl thought. She felt anger inside of her. She felt as if superheroines were special, they should never have to suffer such public humiliation. The only thing better would be to make an example of this girl, to bring her to justice in public view. To let all the other villains know that such boldness has a price.
“But you will go after them, correct Supergirl?” The Princess asked excited.
“Do you have any leads?” She asked the detective.
“As a matter of fact,” The woman pulled a note from her pocket.” We traced the plates on the car to this address. I was just about to give this to my captain….”
“Never mind,” Supergirl took the note from the woman. “I’ll handle this.” She said boldly and gave the princess a reassuring smile as she turned to leave.
The detective watched as Supergirl headed for the door, a sly smile on her face.
“Was that Supergirl?” A man’s voice asked from behind.
“Oh, yes.” The dark haired detective turned and saw a uniformed officer behind her. “Um, she was just leaving.”
“Oh crap, the captain wanted to see her as soon as she got here.” He started after her but a hand held him back.
“I am sorry officer.” The Princess said in her European accent. “But she said that she could not help this time, she said that she was already on an important assignment. She was really quite rude about the whole matter. She says that the local authorities should be able to handle such a small matter, that you shouldn’t bother her with such.”
“Really?” The cop sounded disappointed, his brow in a frown. “I guess I better let the captain know.” He turned and rejoined another group of men going over clues as the two women smiled at each other.
Supergirl walked from the hotel and bolted in the air, leaving the hordes of camera flashes behind her as she soared high above them. She knew exactly where the address on the paper was and headed for the west side of the city, know for its large estates and expensive surf side million dollar homes. She soon found the correct home, it was a large estate with a massive iron fence that encircled the entire compound. The house was a large towering mansion with four massive roman beams that lead to the entrance. There were dozens of rooms on both sides and a large patio behind it that spread well into the nearby beach area. Supergirl landed on the front lawn and silently made her way towards the side of the home where another large structure was.
‘Well I know I have the right spot.’ She thought looking at the nearby garage where she spotted the car from the photographs parked just inside. She took a few steps towards the door when she heard the sudden rushing of oncoming paws.
“Oh great.” She said to herself as she sprang into the air quickly, leaping up to the second level where a balcony overlooked the yard. Supergirl landed just outside the open French doors and peeped down below. Four large Dobermans rushed from either side of the house to the spot she had been just moments before. The dogs sniffed around confused, unable to locate anyone. Supergirl smiled, the element of surprise was still on her side as she pulled the doors open and stepped inside.
“Hey, you just missed the party.” She turned as a voice came from inside the room.
To her right was the shadowy image of Batgirl. The heroine was standing pulling her mask down as if she had just finished dressing, at her feet lay the bodies of two figures clad in black, both seemingly female but there faces covered with black hoods.
“Well I see you have everything in hand here.” Supergirl smiled at her. “From those photos I saw at the hotel I thought you were in trouble.” Supergirl stepped towards her as Batgirl seemed to continue adjusting her skin tight costume.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She smiled and embraced Supergirl friendly.
“So what’s going on? Who are they?”
“A bunch of freaks!” Batgirl’s tone turned cold as she slammed her foot hard into one henchmen laying on the floor.
Supergirl looked shocked for moment at the burst of rage.
“I don’t know what their game is yet, but I’m going to find out.” She kicked the second one as the figure curled and moaned in pain.
‘What did they do to her to cause that reaction?’ Supergirl thought and then she looked around the large room. Not to far away was a strange object, that looked like a saw horse, but padded in the center with two sets of thick straps on the legs. She silently gasped, she could imagine what they had used that for on Batgirl. Her eyes went back to her friend who seemed to be breathing a little more heavily, seemingly excited with the pain she had inflicted on the already beaten two.
Supergirl approached her closer, putting her hands on Batgirl’s shoulder she pulled her away from the withering villains.
“Ok, let me help you. Where are the rest of them?”
“I think they’re still downstairs.” Batgirl turned her head away, not looking Supergirl in the eye.
Supergirl looked at the strange object again and she felt she knew why Batgirl was feeling such.
“Let’s go get them.” She said angrily, turning and heading for the door.
At the center of the house was a grand stairway with dozens of stone steps leading down to the first floor. From the top came the long sexy legs of Supergirl, the mini-skirted heroine stepped down, her high heeled red boots clicking on the stone marble floor as her hand slid along the smooth railing. She walked with all the confidence of the owner of the house, unafraid of anything, confident that she could deal with any villain or horror that dared showed their face. She stood at the bottom of the massive staircase clad in her tiny red skirt and satiny blue top, a strong contrast to dull grey and white of the rest of the room, except of the large dangling chandelier that hung just above her. From behind her Batgirl caught up.
“You take the west wing, I’m going east.”
“Fine,” Supergirl turned to say something to Batgirl but she was suddenly struck with something awkward. She could see her friend now better in the foyer lighting; their on Batgirl’s upper thigh was a small circular spot of wetness, soaked through her catsuit. Supergirl caught herself staring, then suddenly shook off the oddity. “Um…don’t try to take them on all by yourself.”
Batgirl turned without a word and Supergirl watched sexy hero walk into the opposite wing.
‘She’s acting really strange, maybe after this is over Batman better give her an evaluation. He knows her better than anyone.’ Supergirl thought to herself as she entered the other side of the house. She slid open a center door to what looked like a parlor room, filled with humidors of cigars and comfortable wing tipped chairs. She looked around the room and came upon a classic wood desk. She looked at the pictures on top and then saw a jewelry box with a symbol on top.
“I’ve seen this symbol before, its from…Europe maybe?”
But before she could examine it any further she heard crashing and thumping coming from the other wing…the side that Batgirl had entered.
In a blur Supergirl flew to the opposite wing and found Batgirl. There were more of the masked henchmen littered on the floor. Supergirl was astonished that Batgirl had already taken out so many of them, and now the caped crusader was pinned by one while another three hit her over and over.
“How did you get away Bat-bitch!” The villain drew back his hand to slap the heroine but Supergirl flew to them and caught his fist in mid punch, stopping him cold.
“Not so fast!” Supergirl’s fingers crunched down into the man hands, snapping bones. She twisted his arm upwards and kicked him so hard he crashed into the nearby window. Without losing stride she round housed kicked another. She turned to face the last who had Batgirl in a choke hold.
“Let her g..hhhoowww…” Supergirl was hit suddenly from behind with a blunt object. A sharp pain shot through her shoulder blade as she turned and saw the men who had been laying unconscious on the floor, up and rushing her menacingly. Without a pause, Supergirl began cutting through the henchmen with fluid moves and damaging blows. She blocked an attack from one with steel pipe, slammed her foot into another behind her without ever looking, then spun around and slammed her elbow into original attacker’s gut.
“Oooofffffff!!!” The attacker fell back and something struck Supergirl as she knocked out another.
‘A lot of these henchmen are women.” She thought noticing there were many of them with breast. Just then she whirled around and caught another trying to attack her from behind. Supergirl slammed her fist into the woman, but in her haste her aim was off. Instead of slamming her fist on the woman’s jaw, her fist landed against the woman’s breast. Supergirl felt a little uneasy, she hadn’t meant to strike her there. But as the superheroine hesitated, the woman seemed to feel nothing from the blow and with both closed fist hit Supergirl hard.
“Owwww….” The off balance superheroine had left herself open. She was stunned; the blow seemed too powerful for a regular woman. Supergirl staggered back, her lapse would cost her, as several of them were able to get close enough to her now to take hold of her arms. Three on each side of her wrestled with her, as others pounded her open body, trying to wear the princess of power down.
“Nngggg….” She felt a hard blow to her stomach. “Nnngggg…” another landed against her curvaceous side, a vicious kidney shot.
‘Where the hell is Batgirl?’ She thought. Surely she had dispatched the single thug that had held her. Why wasn’t she at least causing a distraction.
“OOohhhhhhh!!” Supergirl grimaced in pain as one of the hooded fiends fist landed flush under her skirt. “mmmmm…” Her stomach turned inside out as she wrestled and struggled against the several hands trying to pin her arms. She felt hands holding her from behind, woman’s sharp fingernails digging through her stretched top and into her breast . They tried holding her thighs, pulling her legs apart. The tiny red wrap of material that Supergirl used as a skirt edged up her legs until a view of her panties made a perfect target for another villain.
“Can we do it here?” she heard one of them say.
“I don’t know, is it long enough? Do we have time?” Another replied.
But before any of the others could answer all of the villains were suddenly catapulted through out the room. Like a star exploding with raw power, Supergirl broke free, sending an explosion of black clad bodies flying all over. At the center the hovering red and blue super heroine almost looked illuminated with light around her entire body.
Supergirl landed looking at the dozens of scattered villains moaning and clutching varies body parts in pain.
“Now you know what it’s like to deal with a real superhero.” She said smugly stepping over several of them when she saw a glimmer of black past by the doorway.
“Supergirl!! This way quick! They’re getting away!!” It was Batgirl’s voice near the front door. To the human eye they could only see a blue and red streak as Supergirl shot towards the voice. She came back to the grand entrance with the large stairway. She looked around but couldn’t see Batgirl anywhere, but the front door was open as if someone had fled outward. Supergirl followed, and as soon as she stepped out into the front lawn she felt sharp teeth clamping down on her leg.
“AAAaaiiiiiii!!!” She screamed as one of the large dogs pulled at her, his wet mouth firmly clamped to her but unable to puncture her smooth steely skin. Then another jumped at her, Supergirl just pulled away quickly enough to avoid his snapping jaws at her throat. She felt herself being pulled back; another of the creatures had her cape in his mouth and was daring to drag her down.
“EEgggg…” she slapped another away. “Get away! I don’t want to harm you!” She said sternly hoping they would somehow understand her and flee, but they continued attacking, snapping at her from both sides. The pack tugged on her viciously, pulling her down until Supergirl opened the palm of her hand and slapped the nose of the first.
The dog whimpered, stepping away quickly. She slapped the second and the same reaction. The other two looked on weakly, and as one left, the others followed quickly behind.
Supergirl started to get up and then felt a sharp jab in her back. The heel of a boot landed squarely behind her pushing her down hard. She turned to look and only caught a glimpse of black and yellow.
“What?” She turned and saw Batgirl standing over her.
“Damn, looks like I’ll have to do this myself.”
Supergirl was stunned looking up at the caped crusader.
“Batgirl, what the hell are you doing?” Supergirl watched as she leaped on top of her, and to Supergirl’s shock she kissed her hard on the lips. Supergirl’s eyes went wide, watching the masked heroine on top of her press her soft painted lips against her own, she could hear Batgirl’s heart beating faster with excitement. She suddenly broke free as Batgirl punched her hard in the mid section and with a fluid she wrapped her strong legs around Supergirl and squeezed her tight.
“Stop this, its madness. You know you’re no match for me.” Supergirl struggled with her, fighting from the flat of her back she was shocked how strong Batgirl actually was. She was like the others in black, her strength seemed doubled for a woman.
“What did they do to you? OOwww…” She asked as surprisingly Batgirl managed to get her arm pinned behind her in a painful hold.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, haha.” The leather clad Batgirl sat atop Supergirl’s miniskirted ass, pushing her arm higher behind her back. Supergirl struggled, she had exhausted so much power she was weaker than usual and she new Batgirl was taking advantage of that. But all she needed was a few more moments to gather herself and break free.
“Hurry while she’s down!” Batgirl shouted behind her and two of the masked henchmen grabbed Supergirl’s legs, getting a full view of her upskirt, her wiggling ass peaking from below with the lone strip of red hugging her plump mound was pressed firmly to the ground thanks to Batgirl’s weight.
Supergirl felt them trying to pin her ankles as she wiggled on the hard concrete.
“Right done.” One of them shouted
“Left done.” The other said.
“Whatever you creeps have done to Batgirl, you’re going to pay.” Supergirl focused herself. Batgirl was now trembling, straining to hold her, she watched in awe as Supergirl slowly powered her arm free. “Sorry Babs, but you’ll thank me later.”
Supergirl turned and with a stunning blow slapped Batgirl free of her. She saw the two villains behind her. But they were not charging her. They simply stood there and watched her sitting. Supergirl watched them curiously, the men never moved, they simply stood there watching….waiting.
“What?” She saw it suddenly. Two thick steel cables were wrapped and locked on each of her leg, one on the left, the other on the right. Supergirl’s eyes darted down the cable to see where it led. The steel rope that was tied to her ankles ran down past the front of he house and disappeared into the distance.
Just as she was reaching for them she heard Batgirl behind her.
“Now!!!” And suddenly the cable went tight.
Supergirl felt herself jerked by her ankles, her head went crashing back as the cable began reeling her in at incredible speed. She was pulled from the front, her skirt blown upward, her cape flapping behind her as the cable dragged her through the fields.
“aaarrrrggggnnnngggg” Supergirl felt the world rushing by her on both sides, her feet being pulled to some unknown destination. She turned her body, trying to grab on to anything to stop herself. But whatever was pulling her was powerful. Her fingers dug into the hard stone of the street, plowing up concrete with her claw marks as the cables didn’t even slow down a bit. And suddenly she felt her legs going up and outward.
“AAAAAAWWWWWW!!!” It would have easily split an ordinary person in two. Supergirl was upside down, her head just inches from the ground as her legs were being pulled to the left and right by two massive machines. The large cables tied to her ankles curled on large wheels inside the two powerful machines, still pulling without mercy. She felt the strain of the machines, pulling her in both directions, her legs split like a giant ‘Y’, her legs trembling as she tried to muster strength enough to tug against both machines, her legs aching, muscles burning. She felt herself in the middle of a twisted game of tug of war…but there was something else, something she had missed.
A third machine.
She heard the whirling and hum of hydraulics, the unmistakable sound of some other large machine nearby. Supergirl, still trying to keep her legs from being torn from her body, shifted her head on the dirty ground. She pulled back the material from her upturned skirt and looked upward between her outstretched legs. Rising high above her, was a large crane. She watched as the crane lifted a colossal missile like steel beam higher and higher, directly above her split legs. It was the size of an large phone pole, curved and smooth coming to a blunt point below, meant to shatter and pierce stone.
“Oh My God!!!” Her eyes grew wide at the site as the sudden chill ran down her spine. Supergirl felt a shot of fear for the first time as the elaborate trap struck her.
“No..nnngggg…got to move!” She twisted in the grips of the two cables, locking on her booted ankles; her face grimaced in pain as she tried to will her legs free from the pulling power of the motors. She felt the steel of the ropes through her boots, digging in her skin, her body trembling, using every bit of her strength, her thighs burning, constricting her muscles, when suddenly Supergirl looked up. It was too late; the pile driver fell towards the trapped heroine, cutting through the air, sparking on the metal guide that targeted it directly at the plump red strip of panty laced between Supergirl’s legs.
“BAMMMMM!!!!”
“AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGG……!” She screamed tears bursting from her tightly clinched eyes, her mouth wide with shock and terror as the solid impact of the tip struck down directly onto Supergirl’s soft vulnerable mound. Her tender lips crushed by the impact of the heavy metal cylinder, plowing into her sex and sending shock waves of pain throughout her body.
The hard steel pillion smashed so hard into her that it drove her head through the stone street below her, nailing her solidly into the brick work, cutting off her scream mid way. Supergirl’s heart was pounding so fast it almost seemed to leap from her chest, she tasted dirt, blanketed and blinded by darkness her trembling hands reached down between her legs where the two ton object felt as if it were truly splitting her in half. And then it was gone, lifted back up by the crane. Supergirl’s finger’s felt between her painfully sore legs; her panties had large tears and holes from the impact, her meat and trimmed pubic hair peeking through, her thighs burning, feeling as if they were being pulled from her hips by the constant pulling of the cables. Above the ground her chest heaving fast, almost in a panic as her worst fear seemed to be realized.
The towering steel hammer dropped again.
“BAMMMMMM!!!!!” The heroine’s skirt floated upward for a second by the sudden rush of displaced air. The second impact seemed to make her entire body shiver uncontrollably as Supergirl’s body was driven deeper into the pavement. The taunt cables holding her ankles exploded, ripping the powerful motors free of the machines in a shower of sparks and explosions. No one could hear Supergirl’s silent screams deep into the thick concrete, the feeling of thousands of tiny sharp needles ripping into her body leading outward from her clit. Her legs kicking madly she felt helpless and afraid for the first time ever. For all of her powers, for all of her might she couldn’t stop them.
Supergirl’s breathing became shallow, panicked as darkness and unconsciousness crept into her, her shoulders now firmly into the ground, her legs numb, going limp with the towering steel dildo bearing down on her.
Earth’s most powerful superheroine, the Princess of might, Supergirl had been rendered helpless. Her trademark blue and red costume sticking upward from the ground, her tiny skirt drooping downward with her once greatly guarded sex not only open and exposed but her thin satin panties ripped to shreds.
Supergirl awoke suddenly, coughing and gasping for air.
“cccouffggg..cccooffffg…aaahhhh….” Her lungs burning as dirt fell from her matted hair. She was on the ground, free of the crater, the large machine no longer driving down into her wide open legs. She wiped the wet tears from her eyes, smearing the dirt away from her cheeks. She looked up, there were several of the hooded villains standing over her, and to her left, standing with them was Batgirl.
“Bet you weren’t ready for that, Princess.” Batgirl teased.
“Batgirl…snap out of it.” Supergirl stared up at the cat suited heroine, trying to get past her approving smile of her on her knees. “What did they do to you?”
But Batgirl only stood above her, licking her lips like a predator ready to devour its prey. Her hands sliding up and down her well wrapped body.
One of the masked henchmen started towards Supergirl, a long length of rope in his hands.
“No, let go of me!” Supergirl shouted; her body still aching and stiff, her superpowers long gone. She wrestled feebly with the man but he easily turned her over on her stomach and pressed her hands behind her back. He started to wrap rope over her wrist but stopped suddenly.
“That won’t be necessary.” Batgirl said as she kneeled behind Supergirl, taking her hands from the man and pinning the once powerful superheroine easily. “She’s not even worth it.”
“You bitch!” Embarrassment and humiliation covered Supergirl as she knew Batgirl was right. She was as weak as a kitten, her powers were gone, and her body felt so heavy she didn’t even know if she could stand.
“Oh, what a perfectly round ass.” Supergirl heard her say behind her as she felt Batgirl’s hand pinning her in the small of her back and her skirt being lifted from behind. Batgirl pressed on her back harder, forcing Supergirl to lift her ass higher in the air. The red satin panties still clung tight to her ass, but between her legs the thin material dangled in pieces, holes large and small between the seams showed her naked sex.
“Nnggggg….Batgirl, what the hell is wrong with you? Don’t touch me there! Stop!!” She felt long fingernails though the silken gloves of Batgirl raking her mound, slipping inside the holes and fondling her sore clit.
“God do you know how much I’ve wanted to do this? Every since you hugged me upstairs, you were so close I could barely keep myself from showing.” Batgirl said stoking her.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Supergirl cried, she felt Batgirl positioning behind her, pushing her hips up against Supergirl’s upturned ass. Supergirl felt something completely strange now, the smooth tight material of Batgirl’s costume, but something inside it…something pushing from within, poking hard against her.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Supergirl struggled as best she could. She looked back behind her, unsure of what Batgirl was doing. She felt the caped crusader rubbing against her exposed pussy, pushing the hard thing inside her suit against Supergirl’s clit. She could feel the soft smooth costume pushing just inside her lips.
“No, don’t do this.” Supergirl whimpered.
“Mmmmm Supergirl, I’m going to really enjoy this.” Batgirl said fondly, she pulled a knife from her belt and Supergirl could hear the tearing sound of some threads being cut. Her heart pounded as she looked back.
“What!??” Supergirl looked back in shock. She saw Batgirl, clad in the familiar tight costume with the blazing yellow bat across her breast, but what her eyes fell towards was the thing between her legs…..coming from a small cut opening in the bat suit, between her legs was a hard stiff cock that she stroked.
“NNoo…” Supergirl whimpered, not knowing what to think, what to do. “Batgirl, No!!!” she tried to crawl away but the henchmen pinned her, forcing her into a submissive position.
Supergirl’s mind raced as she felt it slipping past the large holes in her panties, warm and throbbing against the outside of her split. It wasn’t plastic or hard rubber….it was a real man’s dick. Hard and dripping, she slid it inside Supergirl.
“OOOhhhhh….OOOOOHHHHHH….” Supergirl moaned as the cock slid inside her dry, the pain from her sore pussy making her grimace more than the large penis pushing past her tenderness and deep inside.
“MMmmmggggg…nnoohhhhhh…..” Supergirl cried, her heart racing as an overwhelming feeling of erotica overcame her. She pictured herself, slumped over, skirt up and being fucked by the caped crusader by her pumping cock.
“OOOhhh…mmmm.” Batgirl moaned breathing heavily. “Damn you’re tight.” She grinded her teeth, taking hold of Supergirl’s hips and pulling her in again. “Mmmmm….that’s it, open up for me Supergirl.” She thruster the cock in deeper, her fingers reaching around the weak heroine, stroking the front of her clit, raking her nails along Supergirl’s sex, opening her up wider with her fingers.
“OOhhhh..ooOOHhhhhhh……mmmmnnnnooo…please…” Supergirl moaned part in pain, part in pleasure. She feebly pushed against Her clit was now slick and wet, allowing Batgirl to slip in and out of her faster.
“No…no…” Supergirl cried, feeling ashamed at her rising feelings, the hot and tingling excitement pulsating through her body from between her legs. She wanted to resist, wanted to stop this shameful activity but feelings of passion was rising inside of her, somewhere deep she was enjoying it and she hated herself for it. It was unnatural, it wasn’t right but she couldn’t restrain her juices from pouring from her gushing pussy.
“Cant….cant…..” was all she could say. The thought of them changing Batgirl into…into some type of freak was overwhelming…would they do the same to her? The thought of such a thing sent shivers of fear through her. How could she stop them?
She pictured herself being captured by a villain in front of town hall, reporters, police, the Mayor, all accounted for, ready to witness her unveiling. A small group of delighted villains leading her out, bound and helpless as they happily lift her skirt to show the world what they had done to her, her private shame. Tears streamed from her eyes at the thought of her on display with some disgustingly hard organ attached to her, pushing against her silken panties, unable to hide, stretching he fabric so far that the smallish panties tented away from the rest of her. Flash bulbs exploding around her, the crowd of once admirers pointing and staring at the spectacle she had become. Other superheroines stood behind the crowd, giggling with glee that the number one heroine had been beaten and destroyed. In her dream, that bitch Wonderwoman stepped up to the stage, her golden lasso in her hand she tied it around Supergirl and looped it around the thing in her panties.
“She must tell the truth now.” The Amazon laughed. “Who is the mightiest woman in the world?”
Supergirl wanted to say she was…she wanted to…but she couldn’t…she actually felt the thing pulsing between her legs.
“I think this is really Super – Man!” the crowd laughed as the dream faded away.
The mighty Supergirl wept openly, her body jerking and moving with the rhythm as Batgirl pounded her. She couldn’t bear the thought, until she looked up and saw the dark figures standing over her.
The masked henchmen watched intensely, between them they held a girl with short dark hair, wearing only a satin blue bra and high waist bikini panties. She was barefoot, her wrist bound behind her back and a large red ball gagged filled her mouth. She was blindfold, stripped of her costume, but Supergirl immediately recognized her.
“B…Barbara?” Supergirl’s mouth fell open as the blind fold was removed from the girl.
“Mmmmfffff!!!! Supppergirrlll!!!” Barbara Gordon fought through the hard rubber ball between her lips, struggling to break free of the two men. She could hardly believe her eyes, Ale; the creep who had captured her was fucking the most powerful superheroine on earth…in her costume.
“Aallee, uuuffuuukkkgggcreeppp!”
“Ale?” Supergirl said turning from Barbara to Batgirl behind her.
“Don’t fucking move, Supergirl.” He pulled a device from his throat and his voice changed to a low manly tone. He pushed the weak Supergirl back down, still pushing his cock deep inside of her. His hands took hold of her torn panties and ripped them open, leaving he leg band to flop down around Supergirl’s thigh.
“I’m,” he slammed his cock hard between her slick lips,
“OOhhhhhh!!!”
“not done,”
She moaned heavily as he filled her, pushing painfully deep, the unmistakable feeling of Batgirl’s costume rubbing sensuously against her.
“with you …..
yet.”
Supergirl’s hair stood on ends; she had been utterly tricked and taken in by the imposter. She clinched her fist, her nails digging into her hands, hating how big of a fool she felt. She gasped as the villain pulled her back by her hair, forcing her backwards into his throbbing cock, stiffening with every stroke, he explode inside her.
“No…no…..no…..”
His member pulsed inside of her, shooting his sticky seed deep in her body, he pulled himself free of her, his spunk oozing and dripping in big globs from Supergirl’s clit as he did. Supergirl looked up at the captured Batgirl who turned away, unable to face her friend.
“Get her to the house and call him.” Ale wiped his cock on her ass, finished with the Princess of Power. “its time to collect.”
Both Supergirl and Batgirl were brought back to the large mansion. They were taken into garden room where several sheets of ply wood and tools lay scattered. In the middle of the room was a circular seat. The men sat Batgirl on one half of the seat and turned to Supergirl.
Ale removed his mask finally, staring at Supergirl with his icy blue eyes, she stared back.
“Get the costume.” He ordered.
Supergirl gasped as she was grabbed; all around her they began stripping the costume from her.
“Get away from me, let go!!”
The cape was pulled from behind. Hands all over her body wrestled with her, pulling and tugging at the powder blue top, peeling it from shapely form. Unlike Batgirl, Supergirl wore nothing underneath, as the satin top was pulled off her large breast bounced free, her pink nipples hard and erect. Several of the crowding men groped her, she tried to fight them off and the others as well, but it was useless. The fiends undid her boots, sliding them off her feet; they pulled her belt free and finally held her down as her skirt was pulled free. The heavy breathing perverts ripped the last of her panties away as well.
Supergirl sat on the cold floor, her hands trying to cover her naked breast and legs wrapped tightly to conceal her nudity.
“What are you going to do with us?” She asked bitter.
“Tie her up.” Ale ordered and Supergirl was grabbed roughly and placed back to back with the already bound Batgirl.
Supergirl struggled, her naked body glistening in the light as her large breast bound and bounced to the delight of the men.
“Someone has a great interest in you. A fancy for superheroines.” He smiled unzipping Batgirl’s costume as Supergirl’s wrists were tightly bound behind her.
“Oh I love that color, hahaha.” One of the goons laughed as he wrapped rope around her ankles, admiring her painted toes.
“You bastards!” Supergirl struggled but she was too weak, the evening events had left her totally exhausted. Batgirl wiggled behind her, trying to loosen the ropes, but the henchmen were professionals in tying heroines. They looped rope around both of the women, pulling it up under both Supergirl’s naked breast and Batgirl’s satin bra. The last of the rope was tied off and the girls found themselves tied together firmly to the circular bench.
“Oh I see you have them!” A voice entered the room and both women were shocked to see Princess Monaco and the police woman Supergirl had met earlier.
“YYooouufbbbbiicccchhh.” Batgirl struggled, her blood boiling in rage.
“It was all a set up!” Supergirl said aloud.
“They are so slow.” Monaco laughed in her deep European accent. Both heroines looked at each other and then back at her with hatred.
She turned to the two bound heroines. “My brother is having his twenty-first birthday in two days.” She looked over Batgirl, lifting her chin with her finger as if inspecting a prize piece of livestock.
“And I wanted to give him something special.” She moved over to Supergirl, taking her naked breast in her hand. “Something that he will have fond memories of after his twenty first birthday….very nice”
Supergirl turned away in disgust.
“Two exotic superheroines…for him to play with how ever he pleases.”
“You’ll never get away with this!”
“Gag her.”
A similar ball gag like the one used on Batgirl was forced into Supergirl’s mouth under protest.
“I already have.” Monaco smiled as a large hallow statue was brought in and placed around the heroines.
“Do you see it now? You will be smuggled into my country as, what else, art!” She looked pleased with herself. “And who would ever stop a container being personally escorted by Supergirl.
“MMmmfffffffff!!!!” Supergirl screamed as Ale had now donned her costume. Her skirt, her tight fitted top wrapped around fake breast as large as hers. His make up a perfect match, he had assumed her completely.
“Yourrrffmmmmmaddddd”
Ale smiled, taking two long purple dildos things from a case.
“Lovely costume you have, Supergirl.” He smoothed himself in it as Supergirl’s lip curled in revulsion. She couldn’t stand the thought of his dirty male piece under her skirt.
He approached the wide eyed heroine, taking the first smooth plastic cock in hand.
“MMMffffff!!!” Supergirl squirmed as she reached between her soft thighs and slid the hard item inside her. Immediately the Princess of power began to squirm, her juices flowing again.
“There’s enough drugs in these to keep you two grinding the whole trip.” He smiled as he came to the now struggling Batgirl. Her eyes fixated on Supergirl’s bobbing head and sudden sweaty body. She pulled away, trying to avoid the same fate, but the villain slipped the second cock past her panties and deep into Batgirl. Her panties turned against her, pushing and keeping the cock pressed tightly in her.
“When they arrive, they’ll be begging for him to fuck them.”
“Blindfolds.” He ordered and both stirring heroines were placed in darkness, their naked bodies fluttering. “It’s time to send our girls to their new home.
Both superheroine’s heart raced, struggling against each other’s back as the slow sound of stone encircled them. They could feel the darkness creep on their skin as the statue closed with them inside, helpless…waiting for the lust of a young ruler.
-End
Supergirl and Batgirl in
Reality Joke
By Cliff
Chapter 1: The Bargain
Midnight in the city, amid the tall high rises and towering buildings, in the glowing beams of the full moon and the soft fog of the sleeping city, a shadowy figure leaps through the air from rooftop to rooftop. A grappling hook shoots out from one of the shadows and wraps itself around the neck of the large gargoyle overlooking the tall steeple at St. Peters cathedral. The line is pulled tight as the figure appears again at the end of it, swooping through the air in a spectacular silhouette and lands hidden along the stone ledge of the church.
Stepping from the darkness is the shapely form of Batgirl, caped crusader and protector of the city. She steps forward, walking along the narrow ledge with the confidence and grace of a trained dancer. She flips the line and draws the grappling hook back into her utility belt. Six stories high she stands at the edge of the gargoyle and peers down into the city streets, snapping shut the compartment on her utility belt.
The bright yellow belt slips limply down her curvaceous hips, finding no friction on the slick purple cat-suit that hugs her body like a second skin. The costume flows up from her heeled ankle boots, wrapping itself around her long legs, and fits snugly over her soft midsection, accentuating every feminine curve and mound of her body. It encases her form completely, holding her firm breast snuggly while the blazing bat emblem gleams across her chest. Batgirl closes her eyes behind the velvet mask and takes as deep breath of the cool night air. She sometimes wishes that she had gone for a simpler mask rather than patenting her cowl like Batman’s. Not quite the shock and terror of his, hers was soft and defiantly fit for a woman, the ears were not insanely pointed and threatening like his but delicate and made of smooth purple silk. She did sometimes wish for a simpler mask for moments like these where she could feel the wind in her hair, but she loved the feeling the bodysuit gave her, she felt alive and sexy as the tight material pulled itself all around her. She ran her gloves over herself, taking a deep breath as the suit constricted with her. Then suddenly from the corner of her eyes she saw it.
To the south it flashed over the dark clouds, the bat signal. It wasn’t the usual one on top of the police headquarters but one of the other smaller ones set up to cover the entire city when Batman was desperately needed. It was strange to see just this small one, usually they would beam just the one from headquarters or all five if the situation was desperate. But what got her attention even more was that no one had seen Batman for over a week now. Usually on patrol she would spot him here and there, that is if he wanted her to see him. But for the past weeks there was no sign of him and Alfred, Bruce Wayne’s butler, had mentioned something about his boss going to Nepal for personal reasons when she called about donations for the new wing of the Gotham Library.
So it was curiosity that made her take the grappling hook back from its compartment. She flipped out the end and headed straight for the signal.
There on the rooftop was the searchlight with the embroidered bat sign, moving from side to side through the clouds, and there standing with his back to it was an all too familiar site. She couldn’t see his face, but she instantly recognized the brown trench coat. She had bought it for him on his birthday two years ago, her father’s old one had been on too many crime scenes and was well past its prime. She leaped to the ledge behind them and waited for a moment, searching all around but there was no sign of the batman.
“Sorry commissioner,” she jumped from her observation spot and landed on the rooftop. “I don’t think Batman is coming, he hasn’t…..” And then her words choked in her throat as the man turned around.
It was not the worn friendly face she was expecting but the ghostly white face of a convicted killer, his wide grin stretched unnaturally across his face, the bulging eyes of a mad man trained on her.
“Joker!!!” she instantly grabbed her boomerang, her teeth clenched tight and just as fast her expression changed into full rage. “Where is ……the commissioner?” Her heart was pounding now, the adrenaline flooding though her body.
“Well, well Batgirl. What a pleasant surprise.” His freakishly wide smile grew even broader as his eyes danced over her. “Use the right bait in this town and you get what you’re looking for.” He laughed hysterically.
“Wrong clown, Batman’s not coming.”
“Oh yes I know, I think he’s away on vacation or something,” The villain smirked. ”maybe a cave on the beach somewhere, ha-ha.”
But the joke was lost on her; the only thing she was concentrating on now was the coat.
“Where is the Commissioner?” her voice trembled with fury as she lifted her weapon threateningly. She was ready to tear him apart if necessary.
“Well Chairman!” He shouted in an insane voice to no one. “Let’s see what today’s secret ingredient is, OOhhh, ha-ha ha-ha!!!” He was laughing at himself so hard he doubled over and retrieved a remote from his pocket and pointed it at a screen near him.
Batgirl gasped.
There on the screen was the commissioner; he was bound with thick chains, sitting in a chair in the middle of what looked like a large glass tank. His mouth had been tapped shut and water was slowly pouring in through two large holes in the tank.
“The soup de jour!”
“No!!!” Batgirl lunged at him, her hands ridged like claws, her teeth clenched tight, meaning to rip the ridiculous smile right from his face. But as she jumped the spotlight turned, blinding her; she had forgotten there was someone else with the Joker, someone who was working the beam.
She threw up her arm to shield her eyes from the glaring light when she collided with another body in mid air. Through her outstretched hands she could see a fist coming towards her face. She quickly twisted her body, grabbing the fist; she let her body drop downward, making the weight of her body pull the figure down with her. Batgirl heard the thump as the figure hit the ground below her. She landed on her toes, and then flipped backwards and on top of the figure, straddling their chest and pinning their arms with her legs. She pulled her bat-a-rang out again and placed it threateningly below the long thin neck of the Joker’s devilish assistant, Harley Quinn.
“Ow!! Bitch!” Harley snapped, “Get off of me!!!”
“That’s enough!” The Joker snapped looking at his ego bruised assistant.
“Tell me where he is!!” She pushed the tip of the bat-a-rang harder against Harley’s tender neck.
The Joker only stared with a blank expression, as if to say ‘You must know me better than that.’
”Careful Batgirl or you’ll piss me off.” He snapped.
Batgirl jerked her head back to the screen of Commissioner Gordon struggling and she gasped. The once trickling water was now gushing at his feet in thunderous gulps, rising fast up his legs, and was almost to the top of the seat of the chair.
“Stop it! Don’t!!” she screamed, pulling the weapon from Harley’s gulping throat.
The Joker smirked, his eyes pushed together hard in his brow, and instantly the water reduced itself to a trickle again.
“Now if I were you, I wouldn’t waste anymore time. You see I can only adjust the flow, I can’t stop it.”
“What??”
“That would be against the rules, but don’t worry I think he has at least another day’s air in there….give or take.”
“Rules? What kind of game are you playing at Joker? What do you want with me?” She asked through gritted teeth as she stood up stepping over the girl below her. She knew there would never be enough time to search the whole city before the tank filled and the Joker was a cold blooded killer, human life meant nothing to him. “If you weren’t trying to signal Batman, then it’s obvious you wanted me.’
“In deed it is, and you should feel honored, you were hand picked out of group of thousands, I’m going to make you a star!!….you don’t sing do you?”
Batgirl glared at him from behind her mask.
“O, K.” he said dully and pulled a piece of sheet music from his jacket pocket and tore it to pieces. “The audition is just a formality”
‘He’s insane.’ She thought.
He pulled an envelope from his other pocket and handed it to her.
“Here…” he paused dramatically, “is the challenge.”
Batgirl cautiously took the envelope from him and pulled the ends open. Inside was a single sheet of paper. She pulled it out and noticed it wasn’t paper at all but a photograph.
“Supergirl?” She said confused looking at the colorful picture of Supergirl in her hand.
“Yes, bring her to me. Gordon’s life depends on it.”
“I can’t….I wont!” Batgirl snapped back. “Try again.”
“No, I want her.” The Joker’s evil smile widened. “I have something in the entertainment field that I’m doing and I need a big finish, what better than an appearance by Supergirl!”
“She’d never do it?” Batgirl mumbled now believing he was truly insane.
“That’s where you come in Bats!” He pointed at her in dramatic fashion, “Bring her to me, gift wrapped…if you know what I mean.”
Unfortunately, she did.
“Take me instead.” She said.
“Sorry, no re-writes!”
“No I won’t do it!!”
“Very well” The water on screen began flooding inside the tank again. “Oh I wish I had some popcorn, this is going to be Good!”
Batgirl looked on in horror, her mind racing, trying to find some way out; some way to rescue her father without betraying her friend.
“But I’m no match for her; Supergirl is the most powerful superheroine on Earth.”
“Use surprise.” He countered, not even looking at her, seeming to be more interested on Commissioner Gordon’s struggles. “She certainly won’t be expecting you!”
Batgirl’s mind raced again, looking for excuses. She glanced over to the screen again, hearing Harley’s giggles as the water was creeping up the struggling man’s waist. She couldn’t think, she felt a cold chill run down he back.
“G-Give me more time.”
To this the Joker simply yawned and shook his head no.
“Don’t and its certain death for the old man, do….” He turned to look at her. “And at least you’ll have a fighting chance. I promise.”
‘Yeah right, he’s up to something, but maybe I can beat him at his own game.’
She glanced back at the screen.
“Alright, I’ll get her.” Tears of frustration welled in Batgirl’s eyes as a deep pain of betrayal inside her throbbed. “Stop it, I’ll do it, but remember your promise.”
The water in the tank suddenly stopped.
“Excellent.” Joker smiled wickedly. “Bring her to this address.”
He flipped a card towards her that she caught in mid air.
“Fun Time Fireworks” She read the card.
“Its one of my….um…establishments. And don’t think to look there for him, I’m smarter than that. You have twenty four hours, no tricks, we’ll be watching.”
“You betcha!!” Harley chimed in behind her.
He pressed a button on the remote and the screen when black.
“He’ll be fine.” He said sarcastically before Batgirl could speak. “As long as you keep your end of the bargain, his head will be above water.” He turned his back on her and lit a pipe similar to the one the police commissioner used.
Batgirl felt totally enraged, her face was hot and body trembling. She wanted nothing better than to rip that freakish smile from his face, but instead she turned and launched the grappling hook towards the nearest building. In a flash, she was gone.
Chapter 2: Package Deal
It wasn’t hard to find Supergirl, for months the city had been advertising the international automotive exhibit at the world center. It was one of the city’s premiere events where auto makers from around the world brought their most innovative and expensive machines to show off. Thousands of people were expected to crowd the large arena gawking at the play things of the super rich as well as the enticing young models in tight race costumes that posed beside the latest and greatest machines from the multi-billion dollar companies. In many instances these beautiful young seemed to attract more interest than the cars themselves.
Hondera Motors, the largest specialty makers in Japan, had offered a large donation to a local charity in exchange for an appearance by Supergirl to introduce their new sports car. Supergirl had happily accepted.
The crowd outside the arena was lined up outside the guest door. A velvet rope held the number of young men, women and screaming teenagers at bay as a red and blue streak descended like magic from the sky. Supergirl floated gently to edge of the red carpet that had been laid out for her. On either side were leggy models in costumes similar to Supergirl’s famous costume but instead had the Hondera logo where Supergirl’s striking ‘S’ was.
The models turned their eyes toward the end of the carpet where the heroine was. Even with the gorgeous models, she stood out easily. She walked with the grace of a dancer in her red leather boots, her smooth and shiny legs were long and shapely as her tiny skirt fluttered and teased the wide eyed boys. They watched her intensely as she passed them by; their mouth’s wide and hanging as they strained to see any secret the tiny skirt was giving up. Some of the models themselves cut their eyes in jealous disgust as she waved to the fans and passed them by, in what they thought was a too skimpy outfit that only a whore would wear, but they forced a reluctant smile and eyed her from head to toe. They stared at her silky blue top that hugged and stretched over her large pert breast, creasing and pulling tight on her hard body. The fit was as if she were nude and the material was some strange thin blue liquid that had taken on her form. They saw her perfect face, her long flowing blond hair that bounced and shimmered in the evening sun without as much as a strand out of place.
She waved and high fived several people in the crowd until she got to the top where the entrance was. Dozens of school kids surrounded her, thrusting small leather bound books upward for which Supergirl gladly signed each. Photographers snapped pictures all around.
“Hey, why not get one of all of us.” She motioned towards the models who had been assigned to escort her and the once resentful girls hurried to Supergirl’s side flashing their best smiles.
“Oh, Supergirl it’s so exciting having you here!”
“When we heard they were bringing you in we were all so excited! Do you think they will use this for the front page of tomorrow’s papers?”
Supergirl stifled a small laugh as the girls crowded around her. She cleared her throat and put on her best smile for the cameras as the bulbs exploded around them.
‘Some things never change.’ She thought remembering a few years back when she had come to the automotive show before. But she was resolved that this time would definitely be different.
“Supergirl!!” a tall thin man with an equally thin mustache called behind her. “Supergirl, you’re here! Excellent!” The man rushed up to her and bowed low.
“You’re Mr. Yakamoto?” she nodded back.
“Yes, we’re all ready for you.” He took her by the arm and began leading her inside as the crowd cheered and called from behind. He led her through to the back of the main floor, into the long hallway that encircled the large arena.
“Right this way. And don’t worry.” He looked back at her with out stopping. “Nothing like the last time you were here is happening again…I assure you.”
Supergirl sighed; she had hoped that no one would remember.
They passed by several models preparing for shows going in and out the several dressing rooms.
“Supergirl, great everything is set up.” Another man joined them, pacing himself with the stride that Yakamoto had set. “The dancer’s are finishing their number and the car is already on set.” He shoved a number of cue cards in her hand. “Here is the speech with the specifics on the roadster….and I just gotta add, Wow!’
Supergirl smiled at the new man, trying to flip through the number of cards he had given her and still trying to keep pace with Yakamoto. And just as they were about to leave the seclusion of the back area she noticed someone familiar.
“Batgirl?” Supergirl stopped as Yakamoto keep going out into the floor.
There standing just outside the door to the main floor was Batgirl.
“Oh my god, it is Batgirl!” the new man echoed.
“Hi Supes.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Yes, what are you doing here?” the second man asked nervously. “I thought we had the only superheroine here, this was our draw, and we paid for the exclusive right to have the only…..”
“Don’t worry,” Batgirl cut him off laughing at the sudden downpour of sweat on his forehead. “I’m not promoting anything. They’re using my Bat Cycle as an exhibit.” She pointed to the floor not too far from where Hondera’s setup was. Roped off from the gathering crowd with a large sign that read “Do not touch” was Batgirl’s famed motorcycle.
“Wow, that’s cool.” Supergirl admired the strange machine. “What’s that in the back of it?”
Supergirl had seen Batgirl on this before but she had never seen the small attachment with the same styling and design as the cycle itself. And for that matter, Supergirl thought, she hadn’t seen Batgirl on it for a while, not since she first appeared in the city. Like so many other superheroes her preferred movement around town now was leaping dangerously from building to building. ‘Adrenalin junkies’ she once thought.
“Oh it’s a trailer. Something I used once that Batman had designed for me.” She said a little embarrassed of the bulky accessory. “I thought if they wanted to see it, I would show them everything.”
“Do you think you could…maybe that is, why you’re here…”The sweating man mopped his brow with a handkerchief.
“Oh no, this is all your show Supes.” Batgirl giggled as Supergirl smiled knowingly and rolled her eyes.
“It’s for charity.” She laughed back showing the pile of cue cards in her hand and rationalizing her duty. “Lets do something afterwards; I’d love to catch up.”
“You…bet.” Batgirl felt a pain of guilt.
“Supergirl, please.” Yakamoto was back. “It’s your cue!”
“Right, right.” Supergirl turned to leave but something was bothering her, she couldn’t place it but something seemed strange about Batgirl being here.
‘I must be going crazy.’ She shook off the thought and again put on her best smile as another explosion of cameras and reporters bolted for her. She waved at the large gathered crowd; saw the woman whose charity was receiving the gift. The rather plump woman smiled broadly and pulled Supergirl into a massive bear hug of appreciation. Yakamoto quickly jumped in. Using all of his boney strength, he pried the woman from Supergirl, promising her that there would be plenty of time after the presentation for thanks, and pushed Supergirl forward in keeping with his schedule. Supergirl climbed to the podium where the microphone was set up next to yet to be unveiled sports car.
“Good evening and thank you for coming to Hondera’s Special Event, I’m Supergirl.” The crowd applauded again as she read from the cards. “When I’m not flying around the world, and I want the comfort of a jet, the excitement of battling evil and the freedom of flying….. There’s no other car like the JAZZ5000.”
‘Oh gawd.’ Supergirl groaned silently as the sweaty second Hondera man gave her an excited thumb up. ‘It’s for charity.’ She chanted inside her head.
“You can be a superhero of the roads with this 500 horse powered……” she continued.
‘Oh God, that’s painful.’ Batgirl thought watching from the corridor. But even more painful was her thoughts of what she had to do. She watched as Supergirl went through the prepared speech, much of the crowd not even paying attention but rather admiring the superheroine in the tiny miniskirt. She watched as some boys snapped pictures of Supergirl from the front of the stage, their camera’s pointed skyward and fingers ready to get any “special” shot they could.
‘Perverts.’ She sighed. ‘Maybe I should just explain it to her…maybe……’
And then she saw her. A woman holding a camera with a pale white face unnoticed in the crowd caught her eye. Harley Quinn smiled at Batgirl, and then looked down at her watch as if to tell her Gordon’s time was coming to an end.
Batgirl snarled and turned away from the entrance, retreating back into the hallway.
‘This is insane.’ She thought checking her own watch beneath her glove. ‘I can’t believe I’m going to do this….and here in front of dozens of people, in a public event. But I don’t have a choice; it’s something that’s got to work. Its too crazy not to.’
Batgirl watched the seconds tick away on her watch…………….
‘3’
“So if you want that same feel of flying,” Supergirl secretly rejoiced reading the last of the final cue card.
‘2’
“That I enjoy while touring the city at 16,000 feet but on the paved roads….”
‘1’
“Then I present to you the future of Hondera Motors!” Supergirl pressed the red button on the podium that was suppose to retract the large red curtain behind her and display the lavish car, but just as she pushed it the entire arena fell into total darkness.
The infrared illuminator fizzled then glowed inside the night vision goggles that Batgirl slipped on. She looked around the arena, the night goggles showed everything in an eerie green glow. Everywhere people were frozen, looking around and waiting to see if the lights would return, a low roar of confusion echoed in the building. She looked up at the podium; she could see Yakamoto enraged at Supergirl’s side. He was shouting orders at some men to his right, even through the goggles she could see the blood shooting to his temples in rage.
“Please, don’t leave!” Yakamoto tried to say through the dead microphone then shouted to the audience that he couldn’t see. “It’s just a glitch in the power, I’m sure it will be resolved soon. Please just remain seated, or whatever, we’re having it taken care of right now.” He turned again, reaching out for his assistant whom he screamed in Japanese to, grabbing at the man’s suit and pushing him off the podium with him and into the darkness to find someone.
Batgirl turned her attention back up the stage at Supergirl.
“Everyone please remain calm, everything is fine.” She was calming the crowd in total darkness.
Batgirl slipped from the corridor, she had little time to work with. She slipped past the models huddled together and easily climbed on the nearby showpiece. She leaped from one display to the next; steadily making her way towards the stage where Supergirl was…her heart was pounding fast.
‘Jeeze, now what?’ Supergirl thought as she tried to calm the crowd. She had no idea if she was actually being effective or not because she couldn’t see a centimeter in front of her. But, judging by the low noise of casual conversations, she didn’t think there was a panic going on.
“Just a little longer and I’m sure they’ll have it resolved.” Supergirl announced from the podium. “Everyone just remain where they are for your own safetymmffffff”
“Sorry Supergirl, but you’ve got to trust me on this.” A voice whispered in her ear as a hand reached from behind her and stuffed a cloth over her mouth and nose.
“Mmmffffff…get off….” Supergirl pulled the stranger’s hand from her face, careful not to raise her voice or start a panic. The stranger pulled away into the darkness. Supergirl whirled around, feeling into the darkness.
“Mmmfffff…..” Again the cloth caught her from behind; she could smell the strong chloroform pressed against her. Her eyes fluttered from the fumes, she felt limp.
“I’m sorry, but it’s a matter of life and death.” The whisper came back.
“Mmmfff….Batgirl?” Supergirl whispered in shock again pulling the hand away. “What the hell are you doing?” She said harshly like a woman scolding a child.
Supergirl reached out wildly again, unable to feel anyone and confused. She knew that Batgirl probably had some device allowing her to see in the dark, it was to her advantage. Supergirl turned again trying to surprise the experienced crime fighter but Batgirl was like an invisible foe and Supergirl dared not go too far from her spot. She felt a slight wind to her left and turned suddenly, then someone’s hand brushing the bottom of her skirt. She spun around again, reaching out but finding no one.
‘What the hell is going on? I’ve got to get a hold of her and find out what this is all about.” Supergirl tried to use her hearing but the crowd was now becoming louder and more restless, waiting for the lights to return. She stopped for a moment, concentrating, feeling out for any movement around her, and then silently spun around. With sheer instinct she reached out into the darkness and clamped down on an arm behind her.
Batgirl’s eyes went wide with surprise at the expert move, she couldn’t believe it.
“Gotcha.” Supergirl felt the slick smooth material of the cat suit and knew right away it was Batgirl.
“Nnngggg…” Batgirl’s breathing became heavier as she tried to wrestle her hand free from Supergirl. She could see in the gloomy green of the night vision Supergirl coming towards her now.
Supergirl felt out and found Batgirl’s shoulder she estimated the distance and clamped down on her other wrist, now having both her invisible attacker’s hands, she pushed her backwards where she knew the podium was and used her body to pin Batgirl against it. Batgirl struggled hard, trying to wrench her hands free, squirming beneath Supergirl’s powerful grasp.
But Supergirl wasn’t about to let her get away, she pushed the caped crusader’s arms outward, spreading her and using her own powerful body to pin Batgirl. If the lights had come on at that instant it would have made for a very provocative scene.
Supergirl leaned in close to where she knew Batgirl’s face was and whispered so only she could hear.
“Barbara, what the hell is going on?” But Batgirl did not reply, what she did hear was a small click. “Babs what……..” And then it hit her. The first cool breeze was barely noticeable, she had inhaled it without a thought, it was sweet and smelled of soft poppies.”
“Ohh...nnnnno…” Supergirl’s eyes felt heavy her body felt limp. She tried to pull away, but Batgirl now had grabbed onto her wrist and had wrapped her legs around Supergirl’s waist.
‘Just another second’ Batgirl thought as she sprayed the mist from the device clenched in her teeth. There was no doubt that she wasn’t a match for Supergirl’s strength, even with the advantage of darkness. She knew that Supergirl would catch her sooner or later, so she had to plan on it…and plan on Supergirl interrogating her right there in the dark, not knowing that she had set herself in the perfect position.
“…nnnggg….” Supergirl felt herself weakening, the effects of the gas was overcoming even her.
Batgirl struggled silently with her, fluttering in the darkness under the hum of the unsuspecting crowd. She pulled Supergirl closer into it; biting down on the vile she released the last of the spray, her legs trembling trying to hold struggling heroine still. Here in a room of hundreds of people and right in front of blind reporters, the mightiest superheroine in the world was being kidnapped.
“…n...no….” Supergirl fell limp on top of Batgirl and was gently lowered to the floor.
Batgirl sighed in relief, she turned suddenly feeling someone’s eyes watching her, even in the dark; and there in the audience again was Harley Quinn. She smiled broadly, still holding he camera against her and like the man, gave Batgirl a quick thumb up.
Batgirl turned away from her, part in anger, part in shame. She looked down at the sprawled body of Supergirl; she knew she still had to work fast. Silently she pulled Supergirl away from the podium and to the very corner of the stage. The girl of steel lay sprawling on the ground, a soft mumbling coming from her.
There was an old man seated right next to them who turned suddenly, looking into the darkness.
“Where are the lights?” He asked himself, his voice frustrated.
Batgirl watched as the old man decided there was nothing there and turned back facing the audience. She quietly crept up to him and with the ease of a cat she pulled the handkerchief from his coat pocket. She twisted it and slipped it between Supergirl lips, wrapping the gag around her and knotting it twice behind her head. She then took the chloroformed soaked handkerchief and pulled it over the sleeping superheroine’s nose and tied it over the first gag.
Suddenly she saw people coming from the corridors with beams of lights in their hands, and then to the far end she turned and several of the display cars lights were being flipped on. The crowd was now becoming aware that the lights were not coming back on for a while.
“I’ve got to hurry.” She thought turning Supergirl over she crossed the heroine’s hands behind her back and withdrew cord from her belt. She slipped it over Supergirl’s wrist several times and tied it off, carefully she tucked the cape underneath her bound hands.
“What the hell am I doing??” she thought but didn’t stop. She pulled another length of cord from her belt and crossed Supergirl’s limp ankles. She hurriedly pulled the thin cord over the red leather boots, looping it over and over again and knotted it tightly.
More lights were being brought in and suddenly she heard thundering sound.
‘The transformer!’
A steady whine gave her warning that all of the lights would be back on in minutes now.
She lifted the bound Supergirl and placed her over her shoulder, grabbing hold of the unconscious heroine’s feet in front, just as Yakamoto returned to the stage.
“Ok, be calm. Everything is fixed now.” He was directing his voice towards the men seated. “The power will return in just a few minutes….Where is Supergirl?” He flailed around looking for her.
“Supergirl, Supergirl….we can do the unveiling soon.”
Batgirl gasped as he reached out and his hand fell on Supergirl’s thigh on her shoulder.
“Um…Supergirl?” He felt her smooth leg trying to figure out what he was touching. His hand eased up her shapely leg until his fingers fell upon the soft triangle of satin material that covered her tender mound from under the skirt just next to Batgirl’s head. His old boney fingers pushed into the soft warm material as Batgirl’s heart raced.
“Wh…what?” He said flustered as Batgirl withdrew suddenly, leaving him to flail again in the dark.
‘I’ve got to go.’ She gently stepped down from the stage and slipped in and out of the crowd with the unconscious Supergirl on her shoulder. Unsuspecting people had no idea as she squeezed past them and came upon the place where her cycle was. She pressed a button on her belt and the trailer popped open.
The lights fluttered above and Batgirl opened the tiny space in a panic.
She lowered Supergirl inside, shifting her to fit.
“..mmmmm…..” Supergirl stirred, struggling against the bonds.
The lights fluttered again and then came to life. The entire floor lit up again
She took the last of the knockout spray and applied one final blast on the outside of the gag and closed the top shut.
The crowd breathed a sigh of relief as the arena again was washed in light. They looked around laughing and chatting among them selves.
“Supergirl? Where is she?” Yakamoto was hysterical again, frantically looking for his star as Batgirl mounted the bike.
“Exhibits over, I have work to do.” She explained to one of the security guards who opened the gate to the rear exit for her.
Batgirl started the bike; sweat beading under her mask, she carefully turned it down from the platform and through the large doors.
Chapter 3: The Show
It took less than twenty minutes to find the address on the card. Batgirl turned down the alley between the warehouse and the neighboring building. She opened the trunk to see the captive form of Supergirl still bound and gagged inside. She still couldn’t believe she was doing this, and she also knew the Joker couldn’t be trusted.
She undid the ropes from Supergirl’s ankles and pulled her from the trunk.
Supergirl wobbled from the tight fit, barely able to stand, she staggered forward as Batgirl had to help her stay upright. Her costume was spotted and wet from the hot confinement as sweat drizzled down her body.
“….mmmmm….” she moaned through the gag, unaware of where she was being taken.
“This way, Supergirl.” Batgirl took her by the arm and led her to the side door.
Inside the building were crates and crates stack on top of each other. In the center of the floor was the Joker, seated behind a large executive desk with Harley in next to him. Batgirl walked the bound and dazed Supergirl over to the front of the villains. The Joker’s smile widen with each step until they stopped right in front of him where Supergirl slumped down on her knees, her eyes fluttering in and out above the chloroformed soaked cloth on her face.
“Now that’s service!” he laughed delighted at the two heroines humbled in front of him.
“Oh she was magnificent Joker, you should have seen her in action….I got it all on video.” Harley giggled. “She’d make an excellent villain.”
The Joker cut Harley a mean look.
“Oh but not as good as you, sweet’ems….n…never could be as great as you.” She corrected herself.
Batgirl was hardly amused.
“Where is Jim?” she asked just as a large crate to the right of them fell apart. Inside was the struggling Commissioner, the tank completely filled and sealed.
“You’re a bit…..late. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!” The Villain screamed with laughter.
“You bastard!!!!” Batgirl rushed to the tank, the man inside was struggling to hold his breath, flailing in the water. She withdrew her bat-a-rang and pounded on the glass but the walls of the tank were too thick, it barely scratched the surface.
“Step aside!”
The Joker’s eyes grew as wide as saucers as Supergirl sprang to life. She snapped the bindings on her wrist and pulled the gag free from her mouth. In stunned shock the two dumb founded villains watched as revitalized Supergirl leaped over to Batgirl and with a massive blow shattered the glass tank. Water rushed out in all directions as Batgirl pulled the man free from the trap. She turned his head up to make sure he was ok, but to her shock he wasn’t even human.
“A windup?” She said looking at the life size doll. She had been fooled. On the dim screen on the rooftop she couldn’t tell, she had seen the coat and overreacted.
“You’re in big trouble, idiot!” Batgirl stood next to Supergirl as the confused villain turned his attention to Harley.
“I saw her…it went all according to plan……” she stammered nervously. “I saw them fighting in the dark, she never tipped her off, I would have seen it. I had a spy right next to them!”
“Wrong.” Supergirl smiled. “When I met Batgirl in the hallway I could tell something was up. She didn’t tell me, but when I saw the Hondera executive’s cue cards, there was one extra.”
“I knew you’d be watching me and Supergirl.” Batgirl said smugly. “So when I bumped into that guy in the hall I easily slipped in my card with his stack. When he met Supergirl, my card was already inside. She just had to go on stage and read it, wait for the right time, and give one amazing acting performance.” Batgirl smiled at Supergirl who blushed back from the compliment.
“You cheated!!!” Harley screamed.
“It doesn’t matter.” The Joker suddenly reverted back to his calm and collected self which made both superheroines apprehensive. “If you like performing so much Super-slut, you’re sure to love this!!!!”
Suddenly lights flipped on from all sides. The crates in the warehouse popped open with men inside working cameras from three different angles. The entire back wall that looked like shelves and shelves of material was actually two large curtains that were pulled open and behind them were hundreds of seats filled with people cheering and shouting at the Joker. Batgirl turned behind them, another curtain fell with stands of more people, all around them the entire warehouse was like some large sound stage and she and Supergirl were in the center of it. Supergirl looked to her left and saw several large men in strange costumes glaring at them.
“It’s a trap!” Batgirl shouted.
“No Bat-dummy, “the Joker stepped from behind the desk and pulled a long thin microphone from beneath it. “Welcome, to the season finale of my new reality TV show……WHO WANTS TO BE A SUPERVILLAIN’S APPRENTICE!! Ohhh, ha-ha-hahahahahaha.”
“He’s got to be kidding, right?” Supergirl looked at her friend in disbelief.
“Here is the final episode, the one you’ve been waiting for!” The Joker’s face appeared on several large screens all around the building as the crowd applauded. “We’ve seen our contestants whittled down from 10 hopefuls to the final two.”
Batgirl and Supergirl’s eyes went wide with shock as they watched the screens. There were clips of the hopeful villains doing exceedingly dangerous stunts. One showed all the men swimming to the end of a pool where a large shark appeared from below and pulled an unlucky victim back into the water. Seconds later a slow crimson color polluted the water. The screen quickly flipped to another man jumping from one building to the next, then loosing his footing and falling between the two, another showed a potential villain dodging spinning steel blades while trying to grab bags of cash. The man jumped, took a large bag of money just as one of he blades cut his left leg completely off. The villain fell back screaming as another blade sliced him. His arm, still clutching the bag, fell away in a heap. Both heroines turned away from the screen as the man screamed again as several more blades sliced him apart.
“Yes!!” the Joker smiled delighted as the crowd roared. “And you remember our last show where the field narrowed to the last two….” The screen showed three men standing before the large desk with the Joker seated behind it trying to look cunning in a dapper black tuxedo. Harley, wearing her mask and headdress sat next to him in an executive suit with black rimmed glasses.
“Zuma,” the screen showed the Joker turn towards a large hairy masked man. “You’ve been voted off.” The man tried to speak when the Joker pulled an enormous hand gun from the desk.
“You’re fired!!!” A blast echoed from the barrel of the gun. The impact on Zuma hit him until he was pushed completely out of the picture, followed by the wild laughter from the Joker.
“This brings us to tonight.” He smiled into the microphone, working the crowd. “For our season ender….I told you there was going to be surprises, I told you the final two were going to be tested beyond their wildest dreams……..and here it is. For the final challenge I give you Batgirl and Supergirl!”
The hoodlum crowd hissed and booed.
“And our final two contestants, vying for all the riches and glory of being a Supervillain, Crash and Bloodcount!” The first man to step forward was huge; he was twice as tall as either of the heroines with massive rippling muscles and huge arms. He looked like a large Nordic God with long flowing blond hair and icy blue eyes that matched his costume. The costume itself wrapped around his massive form, but allowed him to move freely as he approached the two heroines with no fear. His massive footsteps could be heard as he stopped in front of Batgirl; even from a distant his colossal shadow covered her completely. He sneered angrily at the two heroines in front of him with resentment on his face.
“These women are not worthy; we should be battling MEN instead.” He mumbled.
The second man who entered was not as large as the first; he was slender with dark spiky hair that covered one side of his face. He wore a simple black jumpsuit with black leather gloves and dark shades over his eyes. He took direct steps out and stood opposite of Supergirl, staring blankly at her until he gave a sly smile of approval.
Batgirl looked at the giant opposite of her and then at the other man.
“This one’s yours.” She pulled Supergirl over and switched places with her.
Supergirl gave a crooked smile at her. She didn’t care how big this brute was, he was no match for a real superheroine.
“No he’s not; we’re not playing your stupid game Joker.” Supergirl said confidently.
“You don’t really have a choice.” He smiled broadly. “Gentlemen they’re all yours, hahhahaha..”
“This will not take very long.” The giant grumbled again now staring at Supergirl.
“Don’t be so sure.” Supergirl was glaring at him, she felt insulted by his belittling remarks but the man only smirked in amusement. The petite heroine looked up at the monster with a knowing grin.
"Lights.” The Joker sprang towards the stands. “Camera.” He flopped down at a table in the front row with two card board cutouts of celebrities on either side of him. “And action!!!” He said in a stiff British accent.
The crowd exploded with applause as thousands of dollars began changing hands in a furry of betting. The camera’s zoomed in ready to catch the action. At the cue both villains lunged at the heroines.
Batgirl saw a flash and suddenly the man standing opposite of her had disappeared. She jumped suddenly as the man was right behind her.
“UUnnnngggg……” He clobbered the back of her with his fist; the disoriented crime fighter went down. She turned behind her, holding her head in pain but his was gone again. She turned again and saw a streak of black whisk past her at phenomenal speed.
“Ohhhh….uunnnnggggg…ooooohhhhhh…” She cried as three blows struck her suddenly in the stomach, ribs and chest, doubling her over and gasping for air. She had never even seen it coming.
The giant grabbed Supergirl’s entire body with one hand, pulling her into his massive form, gripping her like a vise.
“AAAAAAaiiiiiii” Supergirl yelled feeling the surging muscles of the huge man cradling her. She gritted her teeth as her own muscles flexed.
She slowly began to lift herself upward, flying. The large man looked confused as he was lifted off his feet, suspended several feet above the floor.
“If you like that, you’re going to love this.” The smiling Supergirl broke free of his hold in spectacular fashion, grabbing the man by the ruffs of his costume and holding him in mid air.
‘I’ve got to slow him down.’ Batgirl whirled around trying to follow the streaking villain just as a kick landed itself hard against her face, sending her tumbling over and landing hard on her ass.
“That’s enough!” she shouted as she pulled herself up, staggering on her heel and slowly moving to her right.
‘Which way will he be coming?’ she thought as she found what she had been looking for. ‘Let’s give him a target.’ She stretched her body out, making for an open target and then suddenly dropped to the floor.
A blur of black whipped past her and crashed into the steel beam directly behind her. The villain fell to the floor, his sunglasses broken and shattered on his face as he rubbed his bruised head.
“OOoohhh…” the crowd moaned as money moved from hand to hand.
Batgirl immediately pounced on him. Taking full advantage she planted herself on top of the speedster, grabbing him from behind into a submission hold.
“nnnngggg…..” She spread her body on top of his; locking her legs inside of his, trying to keep his feet from planting themselves on the floor. She struggled to secure the man, bending him backwards.
“How?” The confused villain was astounded. The blonde giant looked stunned at the power coming from the young girl. She shoved her shoulder into him and he went flying across the floor, landing hard on the concrete.
“Aarrrhh…” He quickly got back to his feet, clutching the spot where Supergirl’s elbow had implanted itself. “You got to do better than that!” Just as he finished Supergirl planted her foot hard into his face with a roundhouse kick, sending him back down
“How’s that, King Kong.” She did a power stance over him.
“I will not allow a woman to beat me!” he swung his massive leg under her, tripping Supergirl into him where he pounded his fist straight into her stomach.
“OOOohhhhh!!!!” her knees buckled as Supergirl clutched her mid section in pain. The giant followed again with a bone jarring slap across her chest.
“Aahh…nnn…” Supergirl felt the stinging shock across her breast, but instead of falling as the giant had hoped, she recovered by blocking his next blow.
“The bigger they are….” Supergirl said angrily, her chest still burning from the slap as she dug her fingers into the villain’s arm.
“AAAARRRRrrrrrr” He cried feeling her crushing hand, and then he saw the room spinning around him, the camera and lights doing a loop in his eyes, as she flipped him over and flattened him on the floor.
“…the harder they fall!”
Supergirl, still holding his arm, twisted it behind him. He felt the sharp edges of her high heeled boots as she stood on his back and pressed one of her heels into his enormous neck.
“YYyyaaaiiiiiiiii…..” she twisted his arm behind him harder, pinning his face to the floor, she stood on top of him triumphant.
“What’s wrong? Can’t stand being beaten by a girl?”
The blond villain had never seen anyone stronger than him, he couldn’t move, his right arm felt as if it were being torn from its socket, sweat poured down his face. He strained to look behind him at the tiny skirted schoolgirl pushing his face into the dusty floor. To the right of them Batgirl had the other villain in a painful scissor lock, both villains had been floored.
“Ha-ha seems my charges have just learned their first lesson.” The Joker said smugly. ”Let’s up the stakes and throw them a lifeline.”
From each side ten henchmen raced onto the stage. Both heroines released their captives as the men rushed them. Batgirl quickly disposed of the first two, then slammed her heel into another, causing the man to spew teeth from his mouth.
The two superheroines fought back to back, throwing off the charging henchmen as more rushed in.
“We have to do something!” Supergirl shouted over to her partner as she lifted one of the men over her head and slammed his body into four others sending them all reeling back.
“Give me a lift, I have a plan!” Batgirl said as she felt Supergirl’s arm around her waist and lifted both of them into the air. As they rose Batgirl pulled several pellets from her belt and dropped them on top of the crowding henchmen. The pellets exploded sending waves of smoke in all directions. The men coughed, choking on the smoke as tears poured from their eyes, they fell to their knees gasping for breath.
“That should take care of them…..” Batgirl started to say as both were suddenly knocked from the air by a huge object, slamming into both of them and sending them hurling to the ground.
“NNngggg…” Both landed hard, disoriented as to what had hit them. Supergirl looked up and saw the tall blonde villain standing over them. He slapped Batgirl sending her sprawling on the ground. She whimpered slightly, fighting to stay conscious, her eyes fluttering as the second villain kicked her hard in the side.
“OOwwww……” Batgirl screamed and fell silent. The purple clad superheroine lay sprawled face down on the floor. The thin man smiled as he clicked the latch on her utility belt and pulled it free from her waist. He draped it over his shoulder and placed his foot on top of Batgirl’s shimmering round ass.
“One down, one to go.” He looked at Supergirl who started to pick herself up from the ground but was knocked back hard as the giant slammed his fist into her stomach.
“Ohhhhhhh…you bastard…ohhh….” Supergirl doubled over in pain, she drew her fist back to return the punch but was suddenly gasping for air. She couldn’t breath; she clutched her throat, looking around at what could possibly be happening. She then saw the speedster, his hands whirling around, creating a vacuum that was pulling the oxygen away from her.
“AAAAhhhhhhhhhh…..mnnnnggg” she cried as the giant pummeled her again, landing a hard blow beneath her skirt, right on top of her red panties. She withered in pain, gasping for air as the man continued slamming her. Her body buckled as tears flowed down her cheeks, the villain grabbed her between her legs in an agonizing claw hold. His fingers digging hard into her sex, she forgot about breathing for a moment, trying to wrestle free his grip, but it was no use. She cringed as he applied more pressure to her vulnerable spot and then with the other hand he applied the same hold on her breast.
Supergirl struggled, her body weaken from lack of oxygen, she tried desperately to break free, her punches were no more than taps now as she suddenly also passed out.
The mighty Supergirl now lay motionless at their feet, air finally returning to her aching lungs. The blonde smiled at her defeated form, then grabbing her cape he dragged her over to the defeated Batgirl and piled both superheroines on top of each other. The crowd exploded in cheers as the villains posed together with their trophies.
“What…” Batgirl stirred underneath the weight of her friend. She looked at the cheering crowd as two of the henchmen grabbed her, dragging her free.
“Get that Bat-Cunt first!” A henchman missing several teeth sneered as they grabbed hold of her costume.
“Let go of me!!” she struggled but was pulled to a waiting table.
“Don’t move!” The men ordered and forced her gloved wrist together, pinning her hands in front of her, they then wrapped rope over and under each of her wrist until she was secured.
“Move!” One of the men smacked her tight ass hard.
Batgirl winced at the sting of the blow, struggling against the several hands holding her. The caped heroine was forced over to the table and placed down on top, spreading her eagle. They took her bound hands over her head and pinned them above her.
“What are you going to do with us?”
“Shut up, slut!” The men used more rope to secure her to the table as a large red ball gag was strapped in her protesting mouth.
“mmmmfffffff…”
“Just lay back and enjoy.” The thin villain smiled down at her.
Her legs were bent back. The leather of the cat suit squealed as rope was used to secure her booted ankles to her thighs in a tight frog tie. The shining catsuit reflected the lights against her meaty thighs as the men secured her open form.
‘No, what are they planning??’ Batgirl tried to free herself, but the strict tie did not allow much freedom at all, she felt like the main course at dinner.
“We need to make some changes to that sexy costume of yours.” The villain stood between her bound legs with a pair of silver scissors.
“mmmmfffffff !!!... mmmmfffffff!!!!” Batgirl felt the edge of the cold steel as he ripped it through her costume, just under her breast.
“mmmffff..nooomfffff..Nnnnooo” She cried as the sharp edges sliced into the costume, ripping it from right to left until the round shapes of her lower breast were exposed. The crowd applauded and then fell into a rage of applause as the villain took hold of each side of the ripped portion of the costume and pulled it apart to reveal the pink nipples of Batgirls shapely pert tits.
Tears streamed down the masked heroines face as the scissors were inserted at the ripped portion and slowly cut down her body and over her sex. The costume was now cut completely down the middle. Barbara Gordon’s shapely form was clearly visible from under the cat suit, her muscular tummy and curvaceous hips. She tugged at the ropes from side to side as the villain ripped the seam wider. Underneath the only thing left were her blue satin bikini bottoms.
“Ah, the final layer.” He smiled and slipped the scissors between the material and her left leg, cutting the string, and then to the right, cutting it also.
“nnooommfff…ddnnttff”
The villain took hold of the piece of cut material in his hand and pulled it away to reveal Batgirl’s neatly trimmed clit.
Her face went red beneath the mask, she bit her lip hard as cameras flashed and zoomed in, capturing her embarrassment.
“Very nice.” The villain smiled, caressing her trimmed landing slip with his gloved hands and slipping inside her.
“oooohhhmmffffff…”
The henchmen then turned their attention towards the stirring Supergirl. They grabbed the dazed Supergirl, her powers weak and failing she was easily led to an identical table just opposite of Batgirl.
“No, don’t touch me.” She looked over and was shocked to see the bound and fondled Batgirl. “Get your hands off of her! Let go of me!!”
“Move, Supergirl!” A badly bruised and bleeding henchman pulled her forward and stood her just in front of the table.
“Come on.” Supergirl tried to struggle but the men easily overpowered her, crossing her hands behind her back as the maiden of might had to endure the humiliation of being tied up before the entire crowd. The men then pushed her down on the table, taking her legs up the same as Batgirl.
“No!” the giant stopped them. “Not like that.”
A confused Supergirl looked at the smiling henchmen and then was pulled from the table. She looked at them puzzled and then the men turned her around and pushed her face down on the table. The crowd erupted, watching her bent over.
“Let me go! What are you doing? No!!!!” she squirmed as they pushed her flat and pulled her legs apart, the shiny red strip of material from her panties that ran between her legs and into her bouncing ass was now visible to everyone. One man on each side held her leg to the table leg as another quickly encircled her ankles with thick white rope.
“AAAiii…no you can’t do this to us…stop!! No!” She protested but the men merely laughed at her. Several of the men crowded behind her as she was being tied down, slyly sliding their hands under her skirt and groping her soft mound.
“Not so tough now are you bitch!”
“nnggg...don’t touch me!! Get your filthy hands off of me!” She felt the opportunistic fiend on her ass, sliding in and around, she gasped as one actually slipped inside, feeling her warm tender clit.
“I’ll kill all of you!!” she shouted in a rage, struggling hard to break free but the ropes were holding her fast.
“I hope that big boy splits you in two for what you did to my nose!” The henchmen cinched the ropes tight around her ankles and tied it in a perfect knot. She shuttered with disgust as the blooded man’s tongue licked her leg and ass as he stood up.
Supergirl pulled at the tight rope, she felt helpless and absolutely secured.
“When they’re done I want a turn at this slut myself.” One of them pulled an identical ball-gag to the one use on Batgirl. They grabbed hands full of Supergirl’s hair, forcing her to turn and open her mouth. The rubbery red ball was pushed deep in Supergirl’s mouth.
“No.” The blonde giant interrupted again. “I want to hear her scream.”
The crowd jumped and cheered with approval as money changed hands again in favor of the giant.
“mmmmfffffff …ohhh...” The gag was removed from Supergirl’s cherry lips, dripping with her own spit.
The large man’s hands lifted her skirt, flipping it over. He positioned her legs opening them wider.
Supergirl felt him grab her arms and lift her upwards, standing with her legs bound to the table. He took hold of her cape and tore it off. The henchmen happily took the discarded cape and passed it around.
“You don’t want to do this…I’ll kill you….I swear!” Supergirl said half embarrassed.
“You’re in no position to threaten anyone, woman!” He gripped the insides of her costume and ripped it open, tearing the large ‘S’ in half. Supergirl’s large breast bounced out exposed; her blushing pink nipples peeking from under her.
“You…” she started to scream but the giant pushed her down hard on the table, bending her over in a seven position. She pulled madly at the rope binding her as the fiend slid both hands under her panties, between her legs. He gripped the seams of her panties and then ripped free the flimsy silk from her, as Supergirl shook violently with the sudden plunder. The smiling man threw the item behind him to the desperate henchmen.
“No!” Supergirl struggled, she looked over to Batgirl and the villain who had his cock in his hand, hard and dripping, waiting.
“Start!!!” She heard the Joker scream from his observation spot and she knew what was about to happen. She closed her eyes tight, her face ridged as she felt him. She felt her legs pushed wider, her naked vagina pressed down on the cold table, then the feeling of being penetrated by something huge. The giant’s cock was in proportion with his size. Supergirl shuttered her heart racing as he entered her, tight and filling, she bit down hard on her teeth from the pain. Her toes curled inside her boots for what seemed almost an eternity he filled her with his entire cock, then sliding out and back in, widening her tight fit on each pump.
To the right the villain pushed Batgirl’s legs outward, exposing her and opening her wide as he trusted in and out of her. Her body shook violently as he started slowly, caressing her tits and pumping her, then using his speed, he slid easily in and out of her on he own juices. Her entire body rocking with his, she felt a welling of wetness, but resisted. She knew what the fiends were up to, she knew that between her and Supergirl who ever came first would make that villain the winner. She bit hard into the rubber gag as she gasped from the sudden burst of heat overtaking her body.
“Mmmfffff..mmmmmmffffooffffffff…….”
Her saliva dripped from her ruby red lips, her satin bound hands twisting in the bindings above her as her body was raped. Stirring, she buckled with a shock of pleasure as her mound glistened over, she looked over to her left at the other superheroine in the arena being fucked.
Supergirl’s body was wet, sweat poured all over her making her nakedness gleam in the bright lights as cameras zoomed in closer to capture her entire fucked form. Inside her body was burning as the massive man pumped her, slapping her ass with his pelvis, she was beyond wet, her juices were plainly sliding down her inner thighs and coating her boots.
“nnngg…gggaaawwwwdddd…..nnnggggggg….” He shook her entire form, pulling her back into him with her hair; his cock filled her deep and fully.
Supergirl’s legs trembled, the ropes burned her wrist and she felt a great dam welling between her legs. Her nails dug into her hands as he hammered her faster, tears poured from her eyes, the pain and pleasure was too much to bear. She looked over to Batgirl, who also was covered in sweat, her body rocking violently as the villain fucked her unmercifully, her breast bouncing with each stroke. She looked back at Supergirl, and with gag in her mouth she signaled Supergirl, ‘NO’ with her head.
‘Don’t give in.’ She thought as her own body ignited, feeling a pulsating pressure inside her to release.
“Wh…what?” Supergirl mumbled again watching Batgirl shake her head. But she knew, she knew what she meant. Supergirl tried to concentrate, she tried to remove herself from the spectacle she had become, but each time he pumped into her tight mound, she instantly became wet. The giant took hold of her belt, and pulled her hard into him, driving his massive cock deeper and deeper with violent pumps.
‘nnn..nooo..ggoddd….so hot.’ Supergirl trembled as she felt his coarse nails raking her back.
“OOOOOOOHHHHH…OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Supergirl’s body shuttered, a chill of embarrassment climbed her spine.
“Nooo…no..ooohh…no.” she sobbed, betrayed by her own passions as she surrendered her juices first, her entire body tense, twitching with multiple orgasms as a cloud of shame fell over her while streams of cum drizzled down her inner legs. Tears burst from her eyes as she cried openly, secretly elated with the burst of ecstasy.
“Winner, we have ourselves a winner!!!!!” The Joker screamed.
Batgirl bit down on the rubber ball, her body arcing and jerking, she couldn’t bear anymore, her body pulled against the ropes and humbled herself as she also climaxed. The speedster came inside Batgirl, his cock throbbing as he spilled his cum inside her helpless clit.
“Mmmfffffff!!!nnnnooooo!!!” Batgirl cried watching as he withdrew, a large spillage of cum flowed out of her.
The giant was still fucking Supergirl, his cock hard and stiff.
“No….no more….” She mumbled weakly.
“OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” He pulled free of Supergirl as an explosion of white rained down on her. Supergirl felt the surge of his warm cum on her bare back, covering her in deep pools of dark stains on her delicate costume.
“My new Apprentice!!” the Joker laughed as the giant raised his hands in victory behind the crumpled captured heroine.
“And as my new Apprentice here is your first and final lesson!!” Joker looked over to the end of the warehouse where dozens of police stormed the door.
“Nobody move!”
Swat teams poured in with guns drawn as panic erupted.
“Never trust anyone, Bahahahahaha!!! Now that’s good TV!! The twist the turns, the surprises!! Ha-ha-ha-ha!!!” The Joker took Harley in his arms and looked at the nearest camera. “Be sure to join us for season two and of course you can purchase the entire season one on DVD.” Harley smiled holding a cover of a DVD with both Batgirl and Supergirl sprawled on the cover.
“Until then,” The Joker pressed a button that opened an escape slide just below him. “ta-ta!” Both he and Harley slipped inside and were gone.
The police trained their guns on the two villains as the crowd stampeded out of the warehouse, dozens trying g to avoid capture as the police chased behind them.
“Untie them.” Commissioner Gordon ordered as both Supergirl and Batgirl were released. The two weak superheroines were wrapped in blankets.
“Sir,” a young cop came up to Gordon. “Your coat?”
“How the hell did that get here?” He took the coat and turned his attention to the two heroines. “Get them in an ambulance, I want everyone rounded up!”
“I’m fine….I just need to rest.” Supergirl tried to push away the ambulance driver.
“Yes Miss, but I have my orders.” He led both of them past the police guards and to the rear of the van.
“We’re fine, you don’t have to….” Batgirl started to say, but suddenly the back doors of the ambulance sprang open and both superheroines were grabbed and pulled inside.
“MMMmffffff…mmmmmmmfffffff….” They struggled and recognized their own torn and cut panties that had been shoved in their mouths as the men pulled them inside.
Supergirl looked at the men inside she recognized many of them as the henchmen.
“We’re going to have a little after party and you’re invited.” They grabbed the weak superheroines.
“MMMmffff…mmmmmmmmmffffffff!!!!!!” The doors of the ambulance closed as it sped away, lights flashing past the police blockade and into the night.
-End