Batgirl is enjoying the feel of cool air on her face, cruising her Batcycle while on nightly patrol. A flashing light on her dash brings a smile to her face. Action at last! It takes less than minute for her to reach the site of a robbery. She pulls up, arriving just in time to catch a jewel thief leaving an open storefront. The black clad figure is running from the burgled store and is about to get into a getaway car when Batgirl wraps it tight with her batrope. Jumping inside to nab the driver before he can split, Batgirl faces a smiling man. He makes no attempt at escape. Instead he is looking oddly happy, calmly smiling at Batgirl.
“What an unexpected pleasure. Won’t you join me?”
Batgirl finds herself suddenly captivated by this stranger. As the seconds pass, suddenly she is not in much of a hurry to arrest him. In fact she finds herself studying his face, trying to see more of him in the dim light. Everything about him makes her want find out even more about him. Is it his smile? Maybe it’s his cologne? But no, taking a deep breath tells Batgirl he isn’t wearing any. So what is it she smells? A fog is swirling in her brain, making focus difficult, at the same time she is finding herself more and more festinated by this wonderful man. Deep inside she knows there is something wrong with this, that there is something else she should be doing. Mentally struggling the Dark Darling tries to shake herself out from this strange spell. It takes her full concentration just to get her hand to pull out a pair of Batcuffs.
“Isn’t there something else you’d rather be doing?” he asks ever so calmly, acting as if they’ve known each other for years. Looking into his eyes, feeling both dazed and confused, Batgirl is once again unsure of herself. She should be taking this criminal in, if only she could bear to take her eyes off him. But his voice is so soothing… she feels so comfortable just being with him… having him close to her… in fact his proximity has her… nipples perking up… and her pussy feeling slick!
“Wouldn’t you rather be sucking my cock?” he asks just as casually as if they were long time lovers.
Batgirl is smiling, almost smacking her lips together at his suggestion. “Yes! I’d love to…” and she starts reaching for his crotch, pulling down the zipper in her rush to get at his meat. Her smile gets bigger as his manhood begins to swell up in her hand, quickly turning into a thick mast of man meat. Bending forward her lips are barely brushing the bulbous tip, as she hesitates a moment, inhaling deeply at his masculine scent. The very smell of him is causing her pussy to start lubricating wildly. Opening lips wide, her tongue flicks out for that first taste. Feeling a sudden rush of lust, Batgirl is ready to hungrily devour his meat!
“Before you really get started… why don’t you do something with those,” he says, pointing toward the pair of Batcuffs that are still resting on her shapely thigh. “Please understand, it’s all a matter of trust,” he calmly explains.
As if it were something asked of her every day, Batgirl grins as she cuffs both wrists behind her back. Turning at the waist so he can confirm, she shakes her hands to demonstrate how secure her self-bondage is. “Now where was I?” She asks happily just before diving face first back into his lap. Capturing his purpled knob between her lips with the first gulp, Batgirl washes her tongue back and forth over the sensitive gland. The nameless man is groaning out loud with his obvious satisfaction. Slowly he leans further back into the front seat cushion to give her a better angle for her oral attack. Sweet gurgling sounds fill the car interior as Batgirl bobs her head up and down. With each trip down she manages to wedge a fraction more of his length into her wet mouth. Soon his hard tip is making contact with the top of her throat. The tight confines of the car don’t really offer the best angles for Batgirl to work with, and having her hands trapped behind her back certainly isn’t helping.
None of which seems to be bothering the young crime fighter. If anything she seems aroused by the challenge.
His manly scent is intoxicating, and all Batgirl can think about is making this beautiful man happy. Of her wanting to give him the best blow job of his life. Her entire body is reacting and responding to him. To his closeness… touch… and certainly his smell! Now she is regretting having the cuffs restricting her hands. Without the confining bracelets she would be able to tease his balls at the same time. And possibly have at least one set of fingers that she could use for reaching between her own legs. Her pussy feels like it is dripping with juices, and she is fantasizing about how fantastic it would feel if he were to turn her over and start fucking her right now. As she imagines him impaling her with this wonderfully long cock, she feels the ache coming from her nipples, trapped away under her tight costume… and the itching need building in her hardened clit. These added sensations making her work all the harder on his yummy erection. Batgirl knows that if she can make this man happy with her hot mouth, that certainly… there will be so much more he will be willing to share with her.
Won’t he?
Slurping loudly with her attempts at stuffing more cock into her mouth, she feels a hand grip at the back of her head. Strong fingers slowly take a firm hold on her, guiding and controlling her. “Can you take it all?” he grunts. So far Batgirl has only managed to take in about two thirds of his sizable member. She is trying to say “I think so” but all that can be heard is some sputters of liquid from around his tool as she tries to answer.
“Let me help!” The grip on her skull becomes irresistible as he shoves Batgirl’s face down. He can feel the tip of his cock forcing its way into her throat, stopping only as he mashes her button nose deep into his pubic bush.
Holding her there until Batgirl’s body begins thrashing about as she gags. She can’t breathe, but she doesn’t want to stop. Gladly chocking herself if it will increase his pleasure!
Suddenly his hand lets go, and Batgirl’s head pops up, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. “More…” she moans between rapid pants. “Let me… have more…!” Her eyes are wide and glowing with her own sexual need…
“Of course,” he grins. Regaining his grip on her head, the mystery man shoves Batgirl face first onto his cock again, making her take it all in one painful gulp. Pinning her in place until he feels her throat muscles beginning to massage away at his erection, milking his cock as she begins gagging again. Waiting until he can feel the girl reaching the verge of suffocation panic, he lets her up briefly for air.
“More…” Batgirl’s voice is hardly more than a whisper, but the smiling man is happy to oblige her request. Waiting until he has lodged all he can into her tight throat, he begins a series of sudden jabs with his hips, smashing her face with a grinding action against his hard pubic bone, shoving every last millimeter of cock home.
The sudden construction of her neck muscles, gripping and milking his meat as Batgirl chokes, finally makes him lose control. His first jet of white goo gets sprayed straight down her throat… the rest is spattered into her mouth, where some is swallowed, and some inhaled as Batgirl struggles for oxygen.
“THAT… was wonderful! Unusual… but quite memorable,” the man says as he calmly zips up. He gets out of the car, slowly walking around to the passenger side where he gently pulls Batgirl out. Leaving the panting crime fighter to stand in the street, confused and bewildered, he grabs at the bound figure of the robber Batgirl had left on the ground only moments before. Now Batgirl can easily see that her prisoner is female. This is made abundantly clear from the soft feminine moans escaping as the man’s hands roam over her roped body as he stuffs her into the backseat of the car.
Batgirl is still trying to take it all in as the man tosses the bag of gems inside and gives a friendly wave before driving away. Savoring the remaining salty taste of his sticky cum, Batgirl is wondering why he would leave her behind. Hadn’t he just complemented her on the blowjob? Why not take her along? Didn’t he know how much she needed him!?!
She is still staring off into the darkness, hoping the mystery man will change his mind and come back for her, when a police car pulls along side. The two cops inside are more than puzzled by the fact that Batgirl isn’t paying any attention to them, “Need any help here?” one asks
Batgirl sadly shakes her head. “Nothing you can do…”
“You sure you’re okay?” The officer knows all about Batgirl’s reputation, but she is acting rather weird. Almost as if she was drugged. “Do you need any help with those handcuffs?”
“Hum… What…?” she mutters absently, as if noticing her joined hands for the very first time. Jumping into the air, Batgirl tucks her legs up so she can pass cuffed wrists around to the front side. Then with a twisting flourish worthy of Houdini, the Batcuffs magically come off.
The young heroine is still staring out into space as the two cops drive away, shaking their heads in confusion.
A few days later Batgirl is speeding her Batcycle towards Metropolis, leaving more than a few shocked and surprised faces on people in the vehicles she passes. Recognized more from press coverage and TV reports, the lovely crime fighter usually isn’t seen in this city. Just as it is rare to see her at all during daylight hours. Entering the downtown area, it is Batgirl’s turn at getting a little shock as someone pulls up along side her. Without using a car!
“Supergirl! You surprised me.” It all seemed so surreal, rather dreamlike, holding a conversation with someone “floating” at high speeds by your side.
“Same here. Awfully bright for you to be out, isn’t it? Are you lost?” The Girl of Steel smiles.
Batgirl quickly outlines an unusual pattern of crimes that started in Gotham which has been working its way to Metropolis. Only at the very end does she anything about her own meeting with the mystery man.
Supergirl is stunned by her friend’s story. “You mean… he actually made you…”
“Suck his dick,” Batgirl finishes to save Supergirl the embarrassment. She may be the world’s most powerful woman, but she always seems as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. So innocent that she’d never be able to say suck, or any other from a long list of "bad" words. Batgirl gives a sad shake of her head. “That’s the worst part. He didn’t make me… I wanted to do it. Like, I REALLY wanted to do it.”
Supergirl is so shocked by this she almost drops out of the air. “How did he do it? Does he have some strange power? Could he have hypnotized you?”
“Don’t think so. I even checked my costume for any sign of chemicals. I just don’t know, but he certainly is potent.”
“And you think he’s coming here next?”
“Looks like it.” Batgirl’s face takes on grim determination. “And if he does, I’m looking for a rematch. This time he’s going down!” Then it hits her what she had just said. “I don’t mean that I’ll make him go down on… I mean, it'd be nice, but... I’ll just… OH, never mind!”
Supergirl’s face is blushing a bright red as she waves goodbye and rockets into the sky.
It’s not much later that her super hearing alerts Supergirl to a possible bank robbery. Within seconds she spots a car parked nearby the bank, a female figure is stuffing two large bags in the backseat. Supergirl is still over a mile away, but it won’t take her long to get there.
Inside the car, the woman is arguing with the mystery driver, begging him to let her go with him. The driver glances her over, quickly shaking his head. Her body isn’t bad, in a frumpy school marm way, but that face! No way is he going to spend time with this horse-faced hag.
“Sorry dear. Why don’t you just hurry back to work,” he smirks, nodding towards the bank she just robbed for him. “I’m sure they’ll love to see you.”
“What… there? I’m just part time there. The place I love to work at, and where I make my real money is at ‘The Red Stripe’. I’m their best sub. Of course I'm usually wearing a mask or have a gag stuffed in my mouth.”
“Huh…? Red Stripe…?” The man is barely paying attention. He is far more interested in getting rid of her. Hopefully before the police arrive.
“It’s an S&M club,” she explains as she rips her blouse open. Hidden underneath is tight corset ratcheting her waist down to almost nothing. Before he can utter a word, she is scooping her tits out. The surprisingly lush mounds have large metal rings installed through each nipple, each looking tough enough to tow a truck with. “There, I’m known as Anal Annie. Maybe you can guess why… but I’d rather you find out for yourself. Topless to the world, she turns around, lifting her skirt to show off an unexpectedly tempting ass.
About to reconsider sending her off, the man notices a blur of blue rapidly approaching. “OH CRAP! I don’t think I want to press my luck like this.” Head spinning, the man is looking for options, possibly finding one with a nearby building under construction. Quickly he snaps off a few orders to the horse-faced woman, only getting her moving once he makes her certain carnal promises.
Not wasting the time to button up, or even to push her skirt back down from above her hips, the smiling woman runs towards the skeletal building. She reaches the unfinished third floor at about the same time Supergirl is landing next to the mystery man’s car.
“I think you have some explaining to do,” the Maid of Might says, opening the door to help the man out.
Instead he is studying Supergirl for a moment, exhaling a wave of tension as he notes a slight flaring of her nostrils. Maybe he doesn’t have anything to worry about after all. Maybe a woman, is a woman, is a… But this isn’t the time to fully test how far he can push this… Goddess!
Finding it difficult to tear his eyes from her beauty, the man counters. “And I think you have a life to save.” Turning to the horse-faced woman across the street, he shouts out, “NOW!”
Taking the stance of a professional high diver, the woman spreads her arms and leaps from the high girder.
“WHAT?” Supergirl can’t believe her eyes. The woman just jumped at his command, knowing she would be plummeting to her death! Leaping swiftly into the air, Supergirl is off the rescue, giving the mystery man his chance to drive away. By time Supergirl’s foot touches pavement, the horse faced woman wrapped around her tighter than cellophane wrap. Not out of fear or gratitude being rescued, rather she is doing so to slow the heroine down so that her precious man can escape.
His escape insuring she can be with him later tonight!
It would be easier for Supergirl to wrestle with an anaconda then what it is to peel the woman off of her. Then there is the matter of trying to cover the strange exhibitionist up. Standing in the middle of the street and displaying all of her female goodies, doesn’t seem to bother the woman one bit. Running out of time and options, Supergirl picks up a length of rebar and twists it around to pin the woman’s arms to her sides. Pulling the struggling female over to a chain link fence, the Maid of Might twists the rebar around an upright.
“This should hold you until the police come.” Supergirl says as she pulls the woman’s blouse up to cover her breasts. Half expecting to hear some form of complaint, Supergirl is amazed that all she hears are a few deep moans. The horse-faced woman is squirming pleasurably against the binding steel, seeming to enjoy her bondage. Unable to understand, Supergirl shakes her head before leaping into the air.
It takes her only a few moments to catch up to the getaway car. Landing lightly right in front of the speeding vehicle, she stands there, daring the driver to make a decision. She is happy when he makes the correct one, stopping the car just in front of her invulnerable body. Posed and ready to give chase, Supergirl is glad to see the man step out of the car and slowly step towards her.
“I’m all yours,” he says with a smile, arms extended as if to hug her.
“I don’t carry handcuffs, but if you act like a reasonable person, I won’t have to do anything to keep you quiet until the police arrive,” Supergirl softly warns.
In a way she wishes more criminals were like this man. Giving up easily, not causing any more trouble. He is almost standing nose to nose with her before she really starts looking at him. He’s not handsome in the classic sense, she thinks, but there is something special about the man. Her super hearing tells her that his heart is pounding, almost as if he was nervous about something, but outwardly seems as calm as can be. He is sweetly smiling at her as if wanting to be her best friend…
Supergirl isn’t aware of the slight twitching of her nose, or the way she is inhaling a little deeper than usual. Or that she is slightly leaning closer to the man… then leaning a bit more… almost pressing her breasts into his chest.
Finding the flash of his eyes intriguing, Supergirl is now noticing the smell of his cologne… or is it…? She is also noticing that her own heart rate is rising quickly. Where she had been hoping the police would arrive soon to take this man off her hands, now she finds herself half wishing that they won’t show up at all. That maybe she can get her hands on…
“Wait?” she gasps, startling the man. “What is wrong with me…? I… I should be…” but Supergirl is having problems finishing the thought. Just about everything is becoming difficult, or distant for her. The only thing of real interest is this man. This wonderful, captivating man…
“What where you saying,” he asks, his voice is showing a note of confidence that had been missing earlier. Supergirl isn’t listening anymore, but his heart rate has settled markedly. Showing a bit of swagger, he reaches for Supergirl, pulling her body to his in a passionate hug.
“OH MY!” Supergirl melts into his arms, loving everything about the man. She feels so safe with his arm wrapped around her… and yet she wants more… to be with him… fully! But for now she rests her head on his shoulder, inhaling deeply from the base of his neck. Her head swimming, mind filling with his scent, with the world seeming almost dreamlike, her lips begin kissing his smooth skin.
“Yes, that’s very nice,” he says, excited at the way she is kissing along his throat. “But there is something I’d like better.”
He can feel Supergirl nodding her head, and he knows that he has her hooked. That this Goddess from the skies is acting just like any other woman he has met. Silently he thanks the fates that have given him this unique body chemistry that makes his pheromones totally irresistible to any female. And because of this singular power, he will soon fulfill a long time dream.
Peeling the reluctant heroine from his chest, he stares deep into her eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to do something for me?”
“Yes…! Oh please,” she enthusiastically agrees. “What would you… what should I do?”
“I’d love to see more of you. Especially your lovely breasts.”
Supergirl smiles even as a flush of red comes to her cheeks. Such a simple request, how can she possibly refuse? Grabbing at the bottom of her blouse, she slowly works the tight fabric up over impossibly toned stomach muscles. Even for her, it isn’t easy stretching the top up and over her perfectly shaped mounds. Once the top is bunched up at her neck, Supergirl lets her arms drop, standing still for his inspection.
“Oh Mommy!” he shouts, unable to stop his hands from reaching out and grabbing hold. Large… full… firm… these breasts are the stuff of dreams! They are perfect! They are…Super!
They’re too super. Just like the rest of her, they are invulnerable, and for him impossible to move!
And he wants them all the more!
“Get down on your knees,” he sweetly orders, and once she does, “Open my pants and take out my cock.”
Pulse pounding, tingling with excitement, Supergirl drops his pants and shorts around his ankles, carefully cupping his cock and balls. Holding him in place, she gentles blows warm air all over his hardening length.
“That’s very nice, but it would feel better if you held me between your breasts,” he suggests.
Now completely under his spell, Supergirl drops to her knees and presses her lush mounds together, careful not to crush his beautiful cock. Looking up to smile at him, Supergirl begins with a slow up and down motion.
"Easy there," he gently warns. "Don't want to accidentally rip it off."
Taking his words as a reprimand, an embarrassed Supergirl releases him just long enough to pop his cock into her mouth. Her warm tongue making sure that every bit of him is wetted down, before packing his rod back between her breasts. This time her up and down motions have the man moaning with pleasure. Slowly increasing the tempo, Supergirl is soon giving him a flat out titty fuck!
Drooling out a glob spit to make sure he is properly lubed, the Girl of Steel is once again smiling up at the man, confidant she is pleasing him.
This is better than the mystery man ever could have hoped for. Actually fucking Supergirl's tits! It is more than a dream come true. And when she starts urging him on... actually asking him to cum on her chest... it's too much...
Supergirl is leaning back, holding her magnificent mounds up, offering the best possible target, as the man takes over for the last few strokes. Pumping his hand like a madman, he shoots a thick wad of goo, glazing her perfectly!
Huffing and puffing like crazy, he finishes by wiping the last of his jizz-dripping rod off on her blonde hair. The Maid of Might is still kneeling in the middle of the street, wide-eyed, with cum drying on her, as the man drives away.
Supergirl has problems trying to confess to Batgirl what happened to her. Neither heroine can explain why they are reacting in the way they are to this man, but they do agree that his criminal schemes must be stopped.
Taking it through, Batgirl is able to make a composite sketch of the mystery man. Starting with a computer search, they find a society page photo of Adam. The article lists a business he owns and talks about a new mansion he has under construction. Batgirl will take the business; Supergirl will check the new house.
As Barbara Gordon enters the high tech office space, she struggles not to gasp out loud at what she sees. All of the employees are female and they are all dressed in some outrageously sexy way. Talking her way through things – pretending to be a computer consultant – Babs gets in to meet the office manager, a strikingly beautiful woman, dressed in a hooker’s version of a business suit. Listening to Babs story, the manager calls for their IT person – who turns out to be a slinky blonde who would be better dressed for a pool party at the playboy mansion. Babs does her best to convince the IT girl to let her inspect the system, but the girl knows her stuff and isn’t willing to turn the system over to a stranger. Babs leaves empty handed and confused. What is the story behind all these beautiful women dressed like sluts?
After hearing the report from her IT girl, Tina, the office manager, calls Adam, to warn him that someone has been poking around. He thanks her for the info and thinks a reward is due. Tina is trembling with delight. She is hoping for a very personal reward. She is disappointed, but only slightly, when he asks her to activate the web cam on her desk so he can see her. He also requests that she calls for one of the other office employees. Trish, an ultra big breasted woman quickly answers the call, her skin tight clothing looks about ready to burst from her body. The manager is told to open the office safe and to remove a package. Opening the package she finds a mans shirt. It has been recently worn by Adam, and the manager hugs it tight to her chest. She’s told to make herself comfortable, which she does. Sitting in a chair, her legs easily fall open to display her bare pussy. No panties here to slow things down. This is the way she dresses every day, just in case Adam were really there and wanting her. Adam quickly explains to Trish about Tina's reward, and asks her to help. Without question, Trish kneels down between her boss's legs, quickly putting her mouth to work.
Adam enjoys the show they put on for him – he even returns the favor by asking Tina to return the favor and to satisfy Trish with fingers and tongue. Outside the office everyone can hear the two women loudly going at each other. None know the how or why – but all of them are jealous. They all know that whatever is going on behind that closed door, that Adam is involved and all wish that they were receiving attention from him.
A short time later Adam is on the phone with the IT girl. He’s asking if she could help him with a little plan. Agreeing to anything he wants, even before he can finish asking, the girl feels herself getting wet with excitement. She wants to do the best she can to help him… with hopes that Adam will…
On the north side of the city, Supergirl flies over the construction site for Adam’s new mansion and is shocked to see that all of the construction workers are female. Most are incredibly beautiful, most are wearing small shorts and work shirts that have been cut off, making them smaller than most halters, and the rest of the women are wearing only bikinis and high heels. She can also tell that there are cameras placed so there is hardly any area that isn't covered by video surveillance. From time to time a telltale red light will pop on, showing that the camera in that area is in use. If a worker notices a camera popping on, the girl might stop what she is doing and begin to sensually rub at her nearly nude body. Putting on a sexy little show instead getting any real work done. Or a cute female might grab out at another beauty to indulge in some joined rubbing and kissing. All for the view of the cameras.
“What the hell…?” Shocked by what she is seeing, there is only one way for Supergirl to get at any answers, and that will be by going in for a closer inspection. Staying beyond the scan of the cameras, she lands and changes to Linda Danvers. Walking onto the construction area, she catches the eye of one female worker. Linda gives her a story about covering this site for a local paper, wanting to do feature. The lovely worker is talking about how the pay isn’t so great, but the perks of the job are great. As if to show Linda just how good, they walk around to where the hot tub and a medium sized swimming pool were first parts of the project finished. Both bodies of water are filled with lovely female flesh. All of the women are clad in only the skimpiest of bikinis or are completely nude as they frolic in the water.
“Pretty cool break area, eh?” the worker says as her fingers are pulling at her tiny top, fanning it as if to air herself on a hot day. Only she’s getting hot in a completely different way.
“But… but why..?” asks the dumbfounded Linda.
“Are you kidding? It’s a great way to cool off… and you can’t tell when he might be watching…”
“Who’s watching? Who is he?”
“Him… Adam… the big cheese… the one any of these bitches would give their left tit just to spend some time with. You’ve simply got to meet him. He’s not like any other man you’ve ever met. So how about it sweet cheeks?” the hot woman moves up close to Linda, actually reaching out and cupping one of her breasts! “He loves seeing fresh meat. You’re certainly cute enough, and we can play up that college schoolgirl thing you’ve got going. All we have to do is shorten up this skirt a bit… and maybe tie up the blouse… and loose the bra, honey. If we’re lucky he’ll see us playing together and want to join in! And even if he doesn’t see us, at least we’ll still have a fun time. I promise!”
Busy day-dreaming over lustful possibilities already has this worker so worked up that she has her free hand reaching down and inside her cut-off work shorts. As the woman is distracted by toying with her own clit, Linda takes a quick step back from her groping hand. What mysterious power does Adam have that leaves all these woman lusting after him? It can’t be simple hypnosis; all the females seem to be acting of their own free will. It’s just that their free will is equal to that of a bunch of horny sluts!
Normally Adam would be watching one of the many cameras he has setup around both the work site and at his office, and would be busy mulling over who his next carnal playmate would be. He is usually always in a state of sexual arousal, cock hard and ready, but the sight of all these creatively sleazy women really keeps his engine revved up. However at the moment his attention is divided. A large, stocky woman has taken place between his legs and is currently sucking away energetically at his member. She isn’t very talented at what she’s doing, but that is not important to him. Adam is merely “sealing the deal”. This up close and personal contact will insure that this woman will later obey his smallest request. Making sure that deepest desire in life is to make him happy. Luckily the videoed sight of all those cute girls playing with each other back at the pool is enough to help him keep his erection going.
Was he willing to give a moment thought to it, he couldn’t really blame the kneeling woman for her lack of oral skills. Being a life long lesbian, a hard core bull dyke, she has probably always used to using her tongue in other ways. His interest in her certainly wasn’t sexual, he had far better looking females begging for the opportunity to take her place. What he needs this woman for would be her truck driving skills. Along with her access to the right truck. So all Adam had to do was continue watching the wet and slippery cuties playing around with each other for his enjoyment on the TV monitor, keeping his dick nice and hard until the bulky dyke finally figures out how to get him off. Swallowing his cum as if tasting nectar for the first time, the woman looked disappointed as he dismisses her. Sniffling and dragging her feet while moving toward the door, she promises she’ll do better if only he will let her stay.
Adam can’t help but grin as he watches her oversized ass jiggle its way out the door. They all acted the same way. Every single one of the women he had known, or boned. It was a look of utter disappointment etched into their faces that he has grown accustomed to seeing. Just as he was equally comfortable with refusing all their begging and pleadings just to be allowed to remain near him.
“Oh well,” he said hearing the door close behind his latest conquest. He had other things, and women, to do.
Not long later, Babs finds herself walking back into Adam’s office complex. The IT girl, Megan had called. She told Babs that she had found a strange looking box with flashing lights on it, and that it was hooked into a mass of cables connected to her network. It seemed strange, and the IT ace hadn’t been able to figure what it did, or why it might be there. Was this the type of thing Babs had been sent here about…?
Megan was smiling as she approached, hand extended to greet Babs. This was quite different from the way Babs had been treated on her last visit. The disguised Batgirl was still a bit put off by the outrageously skimpy way Megan was dressed. Without doubt, the girl was lovely, proudly possessing the type of impossibly long legs you would only see with fashion models. Long, tapered legs, which only made the minuscule skirt she wore, seem that much shorter. Added with the high heels she had on…
“Definitely pinup material…” Babs said under her breath.
Megan led the way to where she had made her discovery. They passed by other scantily dressed women, none of which seemed to pay any attention to how the others dressed. “This is nuts!” Batgirl thought. “Women wear more, or at least better outfits, working on the set of a porn shoot.”
“So you really feel comfortable like this?” she final asked Megan.
“What… this?” the girl giggled as she sensuously ran her hands over her nearly naked body. “I spend half my time crawling around under desks, or locked away in some hot equipment room, so this is kind of comfortable. Oh, and it’s also convenient for when Adam does come to the office. A girl doesn’t get much of a chance to be alone with him here. There’s too many of us all with our sights on him. This way, if I do get lucky, there isn’t much for him to have to push out of the way.” As if to demonstrate, she flicked her fingers at the hem of the skirt, flipping the tissue thin fabric up to display the tiny thong that was doing its best to cover at least part of her obviously shaved pussy.
It took a moment before Babs noticed that her jaw was hanging down with shock. This girl… all of these woman were so open… seemingly so will to spread themselves instantly…
And then Babs remembered the taste of Adam’s cum. The way the thick goo has slowly gone down her throat… sticking as is slid… Making her wonder if he might come to the office while she was here. There was something about just the office itself that reminded her of Adam. Was it the look… or maybe a faint smell…?
“Here it is.” Megan was pointing below a large desk. Even the act of her pointing was enough to cause the tiny skirt to pull up and expose a nice view of her ass cheeks. Doing her best to ignore the girl, Babs glances down. She can’t quite see exactly where the “box” is, but she can see the glow of the flashing lights. Getting down on hands and knees, Babs can better see the faint colored glowing, but it isn’t easy to get her body close enough to get at it.
“I know, I had to get down on my belly to get there,” Megan suggests. Babs starts to look up at the girl, stopping when all she can see is shapely legs and thronged crotch. Spitting out dust bunnies as she crawls, Babs works her way so far under the desk that all can be seen of her is knees, calves and feet. Megan takes a step back, looks down as if carefully measuring something, and then she launches a high kick aimed at one desk leg. The girl had earlier taken out a couple of screws from that leg, and now one whole side falls away, dropping the heavy desktop down on top of Babs. Instinctively Babs begins to twist and kick as she tries to worm herself out from under the crushing weight.
“Oh no you don’t!” Megan already had a coil of network cable waiting. It had been sitting on the floor next to the desk ready for use. With Babs thoroughly pinned it is easy for Megan to quickly wrap the cord around her ankles and knees. Stretched out under the desk, Babs now has nothing left to pull or push against for leverage. She’s trapped and the leaden weight of the desk is already making it tough for her to breathe. Her helplessness is made worse as Megan suddenly drops her full own weight down onto the smooth surface above. Bouncing her ass up and down repeatedly onto the smooth top is forcibly squeezing the remaining air out of Bab’s lungs, making her attempts at escape futile. Spots of light are dancing in her eyes just before Babs blacks out.
When her eyes open again, Batgirl is tightly wound with even more of the network cable. Arms are pinned to her sides, with other lengths of the cable running out to secure her to the legs of other desks. All of it prevents her from being able to even twitch.
“Welcome back,” Adam smiles down at his captive. Obviously he had been involved with Megan just before Batgirl had opened her eyes. His hands are still gently roaming over the soft curves of her willing young, and mostly exposed body. Seeing that Babs is awake, he kneels down next to her, tracing slender fingertips along the sides of her face. The close proximity… the gentle touch… his manly smell… all affect Babs strangely. And immediately! Her heart is already pounding with excitement, and if not for the tight cables restricting her, she knows she would be trying to move his hand down to touch her breasts.
Or better… between her legs!
Smiling sweetly, Adam is studying the way the building lust is showing in her face. “You somehow seem familiar… Have we met before?”
“Yes… once…” Her voice is a soft coo as she is losing herself in his electrifying touch. It is as if she is hearing someone else saying the words, shocking herself to the core as she realizes that it is her own voice saying… “I’m Batgirl…”
How could she do this? Just blurting out her secret identity to a stranger! But this was a man she didn’t want to be a stranger… and she'd certainly love if he were to be far more…
“This is better than I could have hoped for,” Adam says triumphantly.
“Then I did good?” Megan timidly asks. For as much as she wants Adam to pay attention to her again, instead of that stupid bimbo tied up on the ground, Megan is equally afraid of saying something wrong.
There is a moan of disappointment from Batgirl as Adam leaves her side, standing up to hug the leggy model. “You did extremely well! However can I thank you?”
Mentally freezing at the thought of having to make a decision… exhilarated at his touch… just having him holding her to his side has her body trembling with desire. “Anything…! I’d love… anything you want…!”
“How about something creative?” he offers with a grin.
Megan is still nodding her head in agreement even as she is helps Adam lift Batgirl up to the desktop, resting her bound body so that her head is just hanging off one edge. Adam’s fingers don’t have to pull very hard to undo the string ties that are all that is holding Megan’s tiny skirt together. Her thong is also secured by ties that offer even less resistance at coming apart. As he is doing this, the heated blonde is clawing at her bikini top, ripping it away from the breasts eagerly begging for his touch.
Spreading her legs wide, Megan leans back against both the desk and Batgirl. Resting her ass on the firm chest mounds of the bound crime fighter, Megan shifts her hips forward, eagerly making herself an easy target for her “reward”. Kicking off his shoes, Adam quickly discards the rest of his clothing, leaving both women swooning at the sight of his naked body. Brushing an already hard cock tip along Megan’s dripping slit just enough to coat his length, Adam slowly presses forward.
Her anticipation of the moment already has Megan at the bursting point. The blonde’s body shutters with her first orgasm even as her pink pussy lips are being spread apart by his entry. Adam takes his time, working his sizable hunk of meat in one small bit at a time. Moving with measured slowness, he begins to saw his way in and out, opting to give as much pleasure as possible to his appreciative employee.
As well as to tease Batgirl to the point of screaming!
And all Batgirl can do is watch. At first there is the annoyance of having that stupid IT girl sitting on her chest, making breathing difficult – but this is completely overshadowed seconds later by having this ringside seat as she is forced to watch the blonde get fucked. And fucked hard!
With her entire field of vision filled by the gleaming shaft as it pistons in and out, Batgirl is overwhelmed by the smell of their sex. All of this happening, literally in front of her nose. The smooth skin of his thighs is rubbing against her cheeks. In fact as Adam shifts weight to get at a better angle for even deeper penetration, his balls are rubbing over Batgirl’s nose and lips. The musky smell of his ball sack surrounds her and she can’t help but inhale fully. Now the frantic coupling is becoming torture for Batgirl. All of this happening so close to her, and she cannot be a part of it. She imagines that hard cock filling her mouth, stretching her lips… Or better, spreading her even wetter pussy lips… pounding her hard until she cums…
As if mentally linked, Megan lets out a squeal as she is rocked by another orgasm, the sloshing from her pussy getting louder to Batgirl as more juices are dripping out. This added sound almost makes Batgirl climax and she notices that subconsciously she is doing her best to rub her legs together.
Trying in vain to get enough stimulation to her clit so she could get off… fighting to find some way to grind her tender bud up against her panties…
Batgirl doesn’t know exactly when it happened, but she suddenly finds that her mouth is open wide open and her tongue is reaching out to lick at the hairy balls just above nose. Not paying any attention to the taste of the blonde’s free flowing love honey, Batgirl’s flicking tongue slides over the base of Adam’s cock, reaching out for as much of his crinkled ball skin as possible.
All in an attempt to please Adam… wanting to add to his pleasure… and maybe, just maybe, in return he’ll…
With the girl’s rocking ass pressing and rubbing on her chest, Batgirl’s nipples are ready to explode. The pinching and rubbing they are getting while trapped inside her bra just makes her want to scream at Adam… needing to beg him to grab them… grab her! Batgirl wouldn’t care what he did; he could kiss them... or pinch them... slap... even fuck them! She could easily make a fantasy about him softly loving her tips, and just as she knew she would happily accept him slapping her tits around.
Anything… So long as he was with her… touching her!
And Adam knew fully what effect he was having on his captive. He had seen it all play out so many times before. The tormented mewing of Batgirl’s neglect and torment was like sweet music to his ears. Adam couldn’t see her face, but he could feel that wet snake of a tongue she was using to playing with him. She was doing it all so well that he was having a hard time resisting shooting off. Fighting the delicious sensations, straining not to cum yet, Adam reached forward towards Megan, taking one of her small, firm tit mounds in each hand. Using his hold on the girl for added leverage he hammered at her harder and faster. Batgirl couldn’t match the increased tempo. She couldn’t maintain contact between his nuts and her tongue. All she could do reach out the best she could…
All in a desperate attempt to please him…
Barely able to breathe any longer because of the rapid fire pounding on her chest by Megan’s ass, and almost being drowned in the spent juices squirting out from the multi orgasmic girl, Batgirl’s world began spinning once more.
Megan is screaming out with a new climax, becoming little more than a limp rag doll under Adam’s cock assault. If he weren’t still holding her up by her fresh, young tits, she would be laying on the floor exhausted. But Adam was completely in control… and he was getting close to cumming. Slamming with all of his strength into her tenderized pussy, Adam suddenly pushes the girl roughly away from him, letting her land back across on top of Batgirl’s bound belly. Pulling his shaft clear, he grabs the back of Batgirl’s head with one hand – cock with the other – and shoves half his length into her gaping mouth. Her greedy lips don’t have the time to close around him before his balls start to empty out.
Thick ropes of jizz flood Batgirl’s mouth. She can’t possibly swallow fast enough. The strange position she’s bound in coupled with the other girl laying on top, stops her from being able to do anything. Mouth full, needing to breathe, Batgirl begins gagging… white foamy cum spattering out from the corners of her mouth… covering more and more of her face…
Adam withdraws, sending one last spray of spunk out to catch on Batgirl’s neck, as well as sprinkling across the upper swells of her breasts. With her upside down head, the sticky mess all starts to glob back along her chin line.
Megan is squirming around on top of Batgirl, muttering sadly, “Not fair… I wanted it in my mouth… my turn to drink…”
“You will have a chance again… later,” he promised as he helps the girl to her unsteady feet. Not waiting for her to recover, he dispatches her with a kiss on the lips and swat on her ass. Then he turns back to lust crazed Batgirl. Slowly he continues to tease her, rubbing the sticky crown of his dick over all her face. “So tell me all about your friend Supergirl.”
Supergirl feels her mini com unit buzzing before she actually hears it ring. Slipping the small into her ear she hears Batgirl. “I think I’ve found him! I’m at…” but her voice suddenly disappears. There is sound of a scuffling fight… and then nothing. Quickly checking the unit, Supergirl is happy to discover that although she can’t raise her partner, there is still a homing signal being broadcast from Batgirl’s end. There is a flash of blue across the sky as Supergirl heads to the rescue.
Supergirl easily finds the tiny transmitter. It is lying on the sidewalk in the middle of a warehouse district. Unfortunately, there is no Batgirl in sight. Nor is there any sign of her Batcycle. Using her X-ray vision, the Maid of Might scans the surrounding buildings. Inside one warehouse is revealed Adam, with Batgirl bound and laying on the floor at his feet. Without hesitation Supergirl crashes through a window, landing at her friend’s side. The ropes binding the young heroine snap easily between Supergirl’s fingers.
“I swear, if you’ve hurt her…” Tossing the last of the ropes aside Supergirl gently turns Batgirl over… and she sees where a 12” square of a heavy lead foil is stuck to Batgirl’s chest, held there in place due to an abundant amount of double stick tape… as Batgirl is rolled over, her chest and the lead foil, suddenly reveal…
Supergirl drops ass first to the floor, her body swiftly weakening… “Kryptonite!” she gasps, doing her best to slide herself away from the glowing crystal.
Adam casually strolls over to the fallen heroine, kneeling down close to her. “Don’t worry, dear. I’m not planning on harming you,” he says, and Supergirl finds his words strangely comforting. He lightly brushes a few strands of blonde hair from side of her face, and Supergirl finds herself tilting her head slightly, almost as if trying to rub her cheek back into his palm.
Eyes popping wide as she realizes what she is doing, Supergirl wishes she knew what had come over her! She has been tricked and trapped by this man, and all she wants… is for him to touch her… Her mind starting to wonder about what she could do to make him happy… Wanting to give herself fully to him… if that’s what he wants!
“Luckily this isn’t very big,” Adam says as he picks up the nugget sized piece of Green K. Weighing it in his hand, he marvels at how this little bit of rock could possibly make the world’s most powerful girl so helpless. He tosses the rock a couple of feet away from Supergirl. “I don’t think it’s big enough to do you any real damage... hopefully it’s just big enough to make you a little less “super””
Tilting Supergirl’s head back, he gently kisses her lips. This act is followed by the sound of twin moans. The first from Supergirl; who is feeling that this surprisingly wonderful kiss had ended much too soon and she is trying to follow after the lips that are moving away from her. The second sad moan is from Batgirl, who can’t believe that Adam would kiss Supergirl first. After all, hadn’t Batgirl helped him? Didn't she deserve getting that first kiss?
Adam stands up to get a better look at his two new play toys. Slowly he takes off his tie and shirt, feeling two pair of eyes locked on his every move. “Here, one for each of you.” A flip of his hand tosses his tie to Batgirl, another sends his shirt over to Supergirl. Both women clench at the tossed bits of cloth, pulling them up to rub over their faces and chests. Each inhaling deeply the scent of the man who had so recently been wearing the garments… each in her own way, now able to hold a piece of him…
“How lucky can one man be?” Adam is so happy with himself, he all but laughing at the duo. “I have the two most beautiful girls in the city with me… How can I possibly choose between you?”
“ME… ME… Pick ME!” “NO! Chose me!” two pleading voices are yelling out, the two heroines are crawling on hands and knees in an effort to get closer to him.
“Girls… girls… hold on a moment,” Adam is waving them to stop. “I can’t possibly pick, so the only fair thing I can think of would be a bit of a competition.”
Picking up a box from a far corner, Adam places it between the two women. “Inside you will find some toys that the other girls had donated. Look inside and select a few. I want you to amuse yourselves, but I want you to do so in a way that I’ll find entertaining. You can do anything you want, but leave those sweet pussys alone. Those are saved for me. You can touch yourselves, but nothing goes inside your pussys except my dick. I want you nice and tight for me. So the one who does the best… the one I find the most entertaining and exciting… the one who gets me worked up the most… will be rewarded by me.”
The shocked heroines stare at each other, and then they look back over to the box. Neither one is able to believe what they have just heard. Nor can they believe what he is expecting them to do.
And yet each is inexplicably eager to get started!
Batgirl hand reaches the box first, popping open the top and quickly dumping the contents out on the floor. Dildos, vibrators, lotions, tubes of lube, bits of silk, furry mitts, little clamps and any number of other items roll out over the ground. Supergirl is staring at it all, still trying to make sense of this bizarre situation. Some of the items spread out before her are things she’s never even seen before, let alone does she have any idea of what some of them could ever be used for. She is still pondering them as, from the corner of her eye, she notices that Batgirl is peeling off her skin tight, black costume. Glancing back down to the toys, then over to Adam, Supergirl’s tongue is playing over her lips as she mentally wrestles with her personal wants and needs.
Decision made, she begins slithering out from her clinging blouse. If not for the Green K weakening her, Supergirl would have already been naked, but the glowing crystal is preventing her from using any of her super powers. Moving with all the speed she can muster, she is barely able to get rid of her skirt and panties before Batgirl has finished stripping. Supergirl starts pulling off her boots when Adam stops her. “Please leave them on. I’ve always had a soft spot for boots.”
In a flash, Batgirl is pulling her yellow boots back on, afraid of loosing a favor point or two now that she has learned about one of his likes.
Supergirl is back to studying the collection of adult toys as Batgirl acts on a different idea. Other than cowl, gloves and boots, she is nude. Slowly gyrating her hips, Batgirl works her way into a surprisingly exotic dance. Taking full advantage of her athletic body and training, she is moving in a slithering, snake-like way that is incredibly sensual. Turning to best show off her lovely ass, Batgirl bends over in a way that would make a contortionist cringe. Legs spread and held straight, bent at the waist, Batgirl hooks her head around the backside of right ankle. Holding this bizarre position, she runs her hands up the backsides of her legs, taking turns at spreading her ass cheeks - and spanking at them.
Adam’s jaw drops in awe. “Damn…!” This is far beyond what he expected seeing from the lovely crime fighter. His cock is rock hard and ready for him to stick into any of her offered targets.
He’s not the only one stunned. Supergirl drops back on her magnificent ass suddenly feeling insignificant. “It’s not fair…” she whimpers.
Not peeling his eyes away from Batgirl’s sexy dance, he asks Supergirl, “What’s not fair?”
“This… her… I don’t know how…” Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, Supergirl tries to pull together solid thought. “We are from different worlds. I belong to the sky. There I can move like a ballet dancer. But here, trapped on the ground… it’s not the same!”
“I’ll say…!” Adam is slowly moving towards Batgirl, cock in hand, posed to attack.
“Batgirl deals with different criminals than I do,” Supergirl whines. “She hangs around with low-lifes and thugs. I cope with worldwide situations. She sees what hookers and stripers are like. I don’t know about things like this!”
Even if she wanted to say something, or pretend offense, Batgirl knows hat her friend is right. How many hours had she spent in dingy biker bars or strip joints, tailing criminals, hunting for leads to various criminal activities? During her training with Batman she had been brought into close proximity with every type of crime and perversion. None of these were the type of places Supergirl would ever hang out in.
All of which caused the Dark Knight Darling to smile… knowing this would give her an edge in winning over her normally super powered friend… moving her closer to Adam and his beautiful cock!
Adam is struggling not to throw himself onto Batgirl and screw her on the spot. He all but snarls at Supergirl, “Well you better think of something! Unless you don’t want to win. You can give up now… or you can get your ass busy!”
Fighting back tears, Supergirl knows he is right. She must force herself to think in different ways. If she can’t match Batgirl’s fluid body movements and sexy style, maybe there is something else she can do. Maybe she can be more… Rude! Looking over the toy collection Supergirl lets her mind wander, playing with thoughts from the darkest corners of her mind.
Grabbing a nasty looking dildo, Supergirl falls onto her back, legs spread wide with knees bent so she can aim her pussy right at Adam. Running the plastic dong along her leaking slit, generously coating its surface, she grabs the base with both hands…
Shoving the point straight up her ass!
Ignoring the shouts of pain from her tiny anal pucker, Supergirl jabs herself again and again… Not stopping until most of the dildo is buried inside her! A trembling finger flicks the switch, shifting the powerful vibrator to full. The unexpectedly powerful sensations has Supergirl’s body arched back, her mouth open wide and gasping out loud. Maintaining grip on the base with both hands, all Supergirl has to do is rest one wrist on top of her clit to send the same fierce pulsations loose on her tender bud!
“I’m… I’m…GREAT…RO…!” she shouts as her pussy suddenly cums.
Arms flopping back by the strength of her climax, the dildo rockets out of it’s home as Supergirl’s bowels clench up tight. Revealing with the delicious afterglow of cumming, she feels strangely empty. Grabbing at the bouncing dong, Supergirl thrusts it back into her nether tunnel, fucking herself with one hand. Tapping at her clit with the other hand, spurring the center of her womanhood with the stimulation, Supergirl is about to jam fingers into her wet pussy.
“DON’T YOU DARE!” Adam shouts. “Leave that for me!”
Looking up with glassy eyes, Supergirl sees Adam standing over her, thick cock in his hand. So close… maybe she can… But Adam slaps her hand away as she reaches for him. “Not yet! You’re still putting on a show for me. Get dirty!”
Not at all sure why the thought enters her mind, Supergirl’s hand is slapping around through the pile of “toys” with a couple of wooden cloth pins winding up in her fingers. Crossing her legs and clamping tight to trap the shaking dildo in her rectum, Supergirl uses both hands as she applies the wooden pins to her tits. Hissing through her teeth as each set of jaws bites down on tender skin, she soon has five circling each of her lush mounds.
Combined stimulation from the vibrator and the chewing pain from the clips surrounding her breasts have hardened Supergirl’s nipples until they are sticking out like extra fingertips. Pink nubs ready to explode with ecstasy at the faintest touch or bit of attention. Now that her hands are free, Supergirl is able to once again ream out her own ass. Vigorously butt fucking herself with her right hand while sending her left index finger down to strum a song of pure pleasure on her clit.
“Oooohhhh…! So good… Ro…!” she screams, cumming once more. Tossing her head side to side as she climaxes also sets her magnificent tits rolling around on her chest. The movement causing the biting clips to shift and twist… chewing down harder… seeming to send these new sensations directly to her clit… setting off on an even more explosive orgasm!
Eager to entice Adam’s attention, Batgirl also has a toy in her hand. Looking like a plastic clenched fist, and almost life sized, Batgirl has the lube drenched monster shoved up her ass to its “wrist”. Feet planted, legs spread, bent at the waist, Batgirl has her ass pointed right at Adam while turning her head to face him. She is wantonly rolling tongue over her lips, bobbing her head as if busily sucking cock.
Loud “Ummmpphhhs!” explode from the girl with each attempt she makes at ramming the entire forearm into her tightest tunnel. Taking a moment to use one hand and finger her clit, Batgirl quickly triggers an earthshaking orgasm for herself.
“FUCK YEAH….! Oh Shit!”
Adam is loving the double feature put on for him. On one side is the sinfully graceful slut – Batgirl. Her every move calculated to cause his blood pressure to shoot through the roof. That athletically trained body twisting into shapes and positions that shouldn’t be possible. And sounding like pure, base, animalist female as she cums. Then there is the deliciously innocent Supergirl. Obviously everything she’s doing… it’s for the first time. She seems to be surprising herself with how much she finds herself enjoying these new sensations.
As well as how much she is enjoying all the orgasms!
Adam’s ego was growing faster and bigger than his cock. Just having these two heroines performing like porn stars at his feet, almost gets him off. Chuckling to himself, Adam knows that the more they did to themselves, the more pleasure fed into their brains, the tighter the bond holding them to him will become.
“Enough,” Adam commands, and both women try to focus lust glazed eyes on him. “I just can’t make up my mind. You are both so beautiful, I’d love to just do both of you…” the heroines quickly nod their agreement. Sharing his affections would be better than not getting… “Unfortunately I only have one dick. What to do… what to do…? How about one last competition? A tie breaker, so to speak.”
Both women are still panting, the exertions from the erotic show has all but drained them. Still…
“What if you work together? Move closer together,” he suggests, loving the fluttering of fear in female eyes as both worry over what he is about to ask. What if he wants them to… they are good friends, but neither has any interest in the other as a lover… each cringing at the thought of having to use mouths to…
Even as they know that they will do so, happily, if it will bring approval from this stunning man.
“Wrap legs around each other,” he tells them. “Position yourselves so you can rub together… touching each other, pussy to pussy. The one that makes the other cum the most… wins me!”
Joyously relieved that they wouldn’t have to… well… lick each other, the girls squirm themselves around to fulfill his request. The moaning begins the instant their overly stimulated clits make contact. Slowly, gently they grind away at each other. Sweaty skin allowing thighs to slide around, copious sweet juices help with the gliding of tender pink lips. Within minutes the duo are bucking hips, their slits making slurping sounds.
Supergirl is lost in a wave of a rolling climax, one arm thrown back across her face, spine arched as she presses back against Batgirl’s rocking body. Batgirl is also cumming, all but gagging herself to stop the screams, filling her mouth with Supergirl’s booted ankle. As their bodies writhe and hump together Batgirl slowly becomes the aggressor. Now instead of mouthing Supergirl’s boot, Batgirl is using it as a handle. Tipping the blonde up onto one hip allows Batgirl into a kneeling position, one where she can grind down onto the widely spread pubic mound.
The twisting rhythm steadily increases with Batgirl adding hip thrusts, jutting forward as if she had a cock and was using it to fuck Supergirl. The pinned blonde can only shake her head from side to side as the next cum is ripped from her exhausted body. Feebly reaching out for her hump partner, she misses, finding her own hand playing with her tits instead.
Adam is staring as if in a trance. Suddenly he wishes he had a video camera to save these moments away forever. His cock is harder than he can ever remember it being, and he knows his resolve is dwindling. It will only be a matter of moments before he is pushing Batgirl out of the way so he can get at her partner. The entire idea of the competitions was only an excuse to get girls going. To get them masturbating and fucking each other for his amusement. There had never been any choice to make. He had always planned on picking Supergirl. The very idea of mastering the world’s mightiest girl makes his balls twitch.
Filling her with his cream… just to hear her begging him for more…
“STOP!” Unable to wait any longer, Adam is wrapping his arms around Batgirl, pulling the crime fighter to her feet. She is happily melting against him, thrilling at his touch and slithering her body down ward so his hands are forced to close over her breasts.
Swinging her body around, Adam unexpectedly drops her. Turning away, he heads in the direction of the collapsed blonde. Sobbing her disappointment, anger fills Batgirl. What else could she have done? Why is he leaving her for Supergirl?
The Girl of Tomorrow is fully laid out on her back, weakly trying to pull one knee up to her chest to make the most open target possible for him. Stepping out of his dropped pants, Adam grabs at Supergirl, forcing her up on hands and knees so she is facing back towards Batgirl. Gripping hard on hips, Adam shifts Supergirl into the right angle, and then jams forward. HARD!
Gone is any thought of gentle coupling. Adam has waited far too long for that. This is a moment he has dreamed of for years. Driving forward he slams his entire shaft into her tight pussy with a single rough thrust!
Trembling on the verge of climax just from his touch, Supergirl explodes from the shockingly fast penetration. Eyes rolling back in their sockets, Supergirl’s jaw hangs open and slack, drool is running out of her mouth as she cums again.
With Batgirl looking on helplessly. Every fiber of her being wanted to kick her friend aside and take her place. That beautiful long cock should be hers!
The look of scorn and hate is not lost on the nearly crazed Adam. “Forget about it!” he shouts. “Find something to amuse yourself with!”
Grumping about like an upset little child, curls up with Adam’s tie wrapped around her face and a high powered vibrator clamped between her thighs, she ties to use the high pitched noise to blot out the noises made by Adam’s energetic fucking.
And he is in heaven. The velvety smooth feel of Supergirl’s drenched sex is even better than he had dreamed. Those clenching walls squeezing and holding onto his rod with just the right amount of pressure. Powering in and out with increasing speed, he knows it won’t be long until…
There is a ringing of a phone!
“Fuck it… ignore it…!” Adam continues fucking the Girl of Steel, hammering her pussy until she squirts.
The phone rings again! Joined by Adam’s cell phone!
Damnit! So Close… feeling his balls tighten, Adam knows it won’t be…
After a brief pause where the phones go silent – they start ringing again!
“What are you doing?” he screams at Batgirl. “Answer it… them… tell them to… fuck off…”
Batgirl crawls on hands to answer, juices dripping down her thighs as she goes. There is a shocked look on her face as the words register. “There’s a fire… your office…” confused as what to do next, Batgirl simply holds the phone out to him.
“What!” Adam shouts, yanking free and hurrying for the receiver.
Without the impaling shaft to hold her up, Supergirl falls boneless to the floor, both hands reaching between sopping wet legs as she whimpers over her sudden emptiness.
Adam is listening to the chattering voice of his office manager. “Old Horse-Face…? Making threats that if I didn’t… What!? So she accidentally dropped… and then the fire…? Of course you should call the Fire Dept… wait! I’ve got a better idea!”
Dropping the phone, Adam collects up the small amount of Green K and then tosses it far away from Supergirl. “I’ve got something for you to do. Listen! This is very important!”
Well out of the weakening range of the Green K strength floods back into Supergirl. Soon she is on her feet, but her eyes are still glazed and it is obviously hard for her to concentrate on her surroundings. “Go to my office. Stop the fire, make sure nothing else gets damaged, and then come back here. You and I have unfinished business.” Supergirl is nodding her understanding, but still hasn’t…
“GO! MOVE!”
In less than a blink, Supergirl is dressed again and flying out the window. Leaving Adam behind, standing there with his purple headed cock still amazingly hard and ready. And looking for a source for relief.
“What are you waiting for!” The demanding yell isn’t out of his mouth before Batgirl is at his side, her fingers lovingly curled around his erection. “Surrounded by all these stupid cunts,” he shouts to the heavens, “and I can’t even shoot a load!”
Shoving Batgirl across the warehouse, he slams her against the wall. Yanking up one muscled leg, he shafts her. Hard… direct… staking her deeply with the first stroke!
Fucking like a madman, Batgirl’s body bounces off the wall each time he enters her, eyes rolling with each skull thudding impact. It doesn’t take much to get Adam back to the point of excitement he had been enjoying while screwing Supergirl.
“Oh yeah… Finally…! You wanted it… Well now you’re going to get it…!”
Suddenly withdrawing from Batgirl, letting loose of her body completely, the coweled beauty drops to her knees – just in time for Adam to thrust forward again! Slamming her skull against the wall as his cock fills her oral cavity. Followed by two more tonsil-stretching thrusts, Adam shoots his load. Pumping white jizz into Batgirl’s mouth fast than she can possibly swallow.
All but drowning her with cum!
Supergirl is recovering quickly now that she is far away from the Green K, although her mind is still fogged. Nearly every thought in her mind is that of Adam. She is thrilled having this opportunity to help him, to save his office… at the same time it is tearing her up to be away from him. It is all she can do to continue with her assignment. Once her super vision takes in the smoke coming from the building, thoughts of rescue become easier, even automatic. Crashing through a window she catches fleeting glimpses of slutty dressed woman scrambling to save items from the office. It is difficult to see much of anything through the thickening fog of heavy black smoke. Sense of smell and taste are soon blocked out by the cloying smell of soot.
The Girl of Steel suddenly feels different, as if a veil has been lifted, straightening up she feels like her old self. Now her actions are all without thought. Directed bursts of super breath put out patches of fire. Inhaling deeply, she sucks all the deadly smoke from the room, and then blasts it out through the same window she’d just broken. Once the fire is completely extinguished, pinpoint use of heat vision seals off the sprinkler system to prevent further water damage. Surveying the offices Supergirl is glad to see there isn’t sign of significant damage, and better still, no one seems to be hurt. The female staff are all busy looking around, glancing at the way they are all dressed, as if noticing each other for the first time.
Then it occurs to Supergirl, “The smoke! That horrible clinging stench of soot blocks out the smell of anything else. Including the pheromones Adam uses to control women!” Quickly Supergirl explains to the female employees what has happened to them, and what will happen again if they are still there when Adam returns.
The Tina is furious as she listens to the story, realizing how they all have been used. She is also trying to cover up her overly exposed body best she can. “Don’t worry! Well take care of him! Girls, here’s what we’re going to do…”
Afraid to ask what the plan might be, a woman scorned - times about fifty women - adds up to an awful lot of revenge, Supergirl takes off. There is still work for her to do.
Adam is sitting on a box, reading an old magazine he’d found, with Batgirl curled up on the floor next him, idly stroking at his cock. As commanded, she is giving just enough attention to keep his rod up and at attention, while not putting enough energy into the effort to make him cum. That he is saving for later. For when Supergirl returns. So he can finish his long time dream… and Supergirl's final degradation!
A whoosh of sound with a blur of blue and Supergirl is standing before them. She has one hand on her hips, in a variation of her now famous power pose, and holding a small plastic case in the other.
“Bringing party favors?” Adam asks, brushing Batgirl’s stroking fingers aside to make room for Supergirl. “We’ll get to them later. Right now I think you should worship my cock… with your mouth!”
A smile spreads across her face as Supergirl shakes her head. “I don’t think so. Not now… or ever again!”
Eyes all but popping from their sockets, Adam leaps to his feet. Looking like a trapped animal, he starts searching for a way out. This is his worst nightmare come to life. Less than an hour ago he had this woman offering anything in her power... begging for his cock, now he has lost all control over her. What happened… what went wrong…!
“Stop her!” he orders Batgirl. “Find that damned Green K!” At the same time he launches himself at the mighty heroine. Maybe it’s the proximity, maybe if he can get close enough for her to get a whiff of his personal odor. Crashing into her like hitting a block wall, he begins rubbing himself all over Supergirl’s unmoving body.
“Here… breathe deep,” he rambles. “You must listen to me! YOU MUST!!!”
Supergirl stands there smiling, pretending not to even notice as his still hard erection brushes against her. A short time ago she would have loved the touch, now she simply pitied the man.
“Do as I say!” he shouts out and slaps at her face. Hand hurting from hitting her rock hard cheek, he notices that there is a bit of clear plastic sticking to his fingers. “Huh…? What…?”
“Sorry, just sealed myself up so you couldn’t affect me anymore,” Supergirl explains and pulls out another piece from her neck, letting it snap back like a piece of elastic when she lets go. “Guess the plastic hasn’t completely dried. That and I've got some nose plugs”
“NOooooo!” Adam throws himself to the ground, trying to scramble away all the while knowing he will never be able to out run Supergirl. From the corner of his eye he sees that Batgirl has found the Green K and is picking up the shard. “Here! Throw it to me!” he orders. “It weakened you once, it will again. Then I’ll control you forever!”
As commanded, Batgirl makes a fastball throw. Supergirl’s reflexes are much faster, one puff of super breath diverts the path, speeding the deadly nugget across the warehouse with enough force to bury it in the concrete block wall.
Adam is whimpering like a kicked puppy as Supergirl walks towards him. Opening the plastic case she removes a cylinder. An attached hose has a spray nozzle at the end, which she is pointing his way. “I suppose I should thank you for already being naked,” she says as her finger depresses the activation button. A spray of the same clear plastic covering her body quickly coats Adam. He gives out a yelp of pain when she pulls him up by the hair so his backside can be equally coated.
Batgirl is in a daze, she failed in her last attempt to help and isn’t sure what to do next. Or even if she should do something. Confused and with no real plan in mind, she runs towards Supergirl. She is caught in mid jump by the Girl of Steel, held firmly with one hand as Supergirl uses her other to slip a clear plastic helmet over Adam’s head.
“There… that should stop him from bothering anyone else. Now let’s try to help you,” she says to Batgirl. Using utmost care Supergirl uses her heat vision to burn away any chemical trace of Adam’s pheromones from Batgirl’s skin, hair and uniform.
Grimacing slightly, she pulls her friend in close to her face. “Now for the weird part… sorry!” Supergirl suddenly seals her lips against Batgirl. When the coweled beauty begins to fight away from the unexpected “kiss” Supergirl also pinches her nose closed. Using an ultra fast deep breathing technique Supergirl cleans all chemical traces from Batgirl’s lungs.
With eyes bulging wide, Batgirl’s head snaps back once she’s released. “What the hell was that…?”
Cleared of his control, the situation all becomes clear, and Batgirl remembers every disgusting moment. “That Bastard! I can't wait to get him in jail.”
A flicker of evil grin flashes over Supergirl's face. "We could stop off at his office first, for a little unfinished business..."