How Your Superheroine Mom Got Knocked Up

How Your Superheroine Mom Got Knocked Up

By Huggermugger

Introduction

All right, kid, you want to know all about your mother and father and how they met and how you came into this world: you’re old enough now. Anyway, I’ve been instructed to fill you in once you turn eighteen.

Superheroes may seem conceited because they behave as if the universe revolves around them. As it happens, it does—that is, of the multitudes of universes that coexist, many of them exist specifically to provide a stage for one or more superheroes or meta-humans.

This has led to more than one crisis of infinite proportions, as superheroes manipulate the rules of space and time to recreate their particular universe into one more to their liking. This has led to a great splintering of universes, with many odd variations on the universe from which they came. Ours is one such world, called Earth X.

Earth X was nearly identical to what some called Earth Prime. While many superheroes populated Earth Prime, with many explanations for their superpowers, none of them realized the true source of their powers. In this reality, space and time were permeated with lust suppression pheromones that affected only superheroes and supervillains. In fact, the abstinence from sex fueled all the superpowers, from the invulnerability of superman to the preternatural engineering prowess of Batman. Metahumans instead channeled their efforts into attaining or maintaining power, either for good or evil. So it was on Earth X.

While superheroes sometimes fell in love with other superheroes, they almost never had sex. As further evidence of the lust suppressing pheromones, when voluptuous superheroines, such as Batgirl or Wonder Woman, were captured by supervillains so evil that they would gladly snuff out entire cities or worlds of people to further their schemes, these supervillains never laid a hand on their caped captives’ curvaceous cupcakes. These supervillains somehow overcame a superheroine’s superpowers, using such fiendishly clever tactics as sneaking up behind her and covering her mouth with a chloroform soaked rag. They tied them up, still wearing their sexy tights and clingy tops, and then, once the woman regained consciousness, they prattled on about how they could now complete their scheme to attain supreme something-or-other-ness. The heroine always got away with her virtue, and hence her superpowers, intact.

But one of the supervillains in one of the universes tried (again) to remake things in a better form—he had found the perfect woman, only her breasts weren’t quite large enough—and naturally something went terribly wrong and timelines changed. On Earth X, the change was relatively simple but with tremendous impact. The pheromones that inhibited sex and stimulated the desire for power changed. Now, they reversed the priorities. Lust began to increase, especially in meta-humans. They were still interested in power, but now instead of the power to control commodities and governments, they wanted to sexually dominate those who stimulated their lust. Furthermore, the impact of sex on powers changed so that for male superheroes, sex increased their abilities while for superheroines, their powers diminished with every orgasm.

But that is getting ahead of our story, which begins before the shift in reality.

Chapter 1

Although they both fought crime in Gotham and Metropolis, the paths of Supergirl and Batgirl had rarely crossed. But that changed when the supervillian called Ransom began to operate in various large cities on Earth X, including Gotham and Metropolis. Things had been rather quiet before this, with most of the significant supervillains behind bars, in padded cells, or driven far from planet, some into other universes. Ransom’s specialty was kidnapping and blackmail. Important people began to get nabbed and ransom demands issued. Sometimes the demands were for money, but more often for some technological secret or prototype, results of secret government scientific studies, and computer hacking devices. Others, with dirty secrets, found that someone somehow had found out and was demanding something to keep from telling all.

In each case, the demands showed up in a way that was hard to explain, but which hinted at a sinister ability to infiltrate and spy on the powerful. Any attempt to use the delivery of the ransom to identify or capture or trick the kidnapper were always foiled, as if the kidnapper had informants who tipped him (or her) off from the get-go. Furthermore, the victims of the kidnappers, some of them children, were executed whenever such an attempt was made. When the demands were met, the goods were always spirited away before anyone could attempt to capture those responsible.

Fear was building among the rich and famous that they or their loved ones would be the next victims. The police provided Superman and Batman with all the leads they had and the two caped crime-fighters made their top priority catching Ransom. Both managed to capture people who turned out to be responsible for the kidnappings, but when interrogated, the kidnappers could not explain why they had done so. They were always people close to the victim, such as bodyguards, nannies, teachers, and so on. And they tended to work in a group. The super sleuths quickly came to the same conclusion, that Ransom had some way of controlling people.

It became clear to Superman and Batman that they had to catch someone in the act and figure out how Ransom was managing his control. The problem was that since the kidnappers tended to be people normally around the victims, there were no telltale signs that a kidnapping was about to take place. Batman suggested that they make a list of rich and powerful and enlist the help of other superheroes in keeping watch over their loved ones, hoping to detect a kidnapping at the outset.

Many superheroes were willing to help, including Supergirl and Batgirl. Batman gave out assignments, pairing up the meta-humans with complementary powers. He had initially paired Batgirl with Robin and Supergirl with the Captain Atom, but both women complained that Batman had not paired any women up, always pairing a woman with a man. Batman argued that he had other reasons for his selections, but both made such a stink that he assigned them to work together, just to shut them up.

Supergirl and Batgirl were assigned to watch over the daughter of a wealthy oil tycoon, Emmet Jakes. Jakes was a very solitary man but one with tremendous assets, including several labs working on alternative ways of generating energy. His wife had died and he had never remarried. He had just one child, a 19-year-old daughter named Emma, who was just starting college. Jakes was informed that the Maid of Might and the Dominoed Daredoll would be keeping watch. He told them to concentrate on Emma, as he had ways of keeping himself secure without relying on bodyguards and security goons.

A meeting was arranged in one of Jakes’ warehouses with a secret lab underneath. Emma arrived before the superheroines. Jakes had personally programmed all the automated security cameras himself to recognize her. She was of average height, about five foot six, with a full head of long brunette hair, brown eyes, and a creamy complexion. Her figure was as curvy as a mountain road and she did not mind showing it off. She was dressed in the new fashion, wearing tight jeans that rode very low on her hips, with bell bottoms covering her sandaled feet. She wore a tie-dyed tube top that left little to imagination. Once the security system verified her, she strolled into the elevator and down to the lab level, where she sat reading a magazine in one of the conference rooms.

Batgirl was next to arrive. Jakes had to give her a special passkey since she did not want to reveal her secret identity. She arrived on her supercharged motor scooter and strolled gracefully into the hidden back entrance of the warehouse. Barbara Gordon did not really think of herself as a superheroine, beyond the trappings of the role, the gray tights, yellow boots with heels (a girl has got to be stylish, even when fighting crime), yellow gloves and black bat-cowl that covered all but her flowing red locks. When she thought superheroine, she thought of Wonder Woman, with powers granted by the gods, able to fly, with reflexes that can deflect bullets with her femininium bracelets, and a body that could take a beating and keep on pounding away at the enemies of truth and decency.

Babs, as her father and friends called her, had wanted to be a police officer, but even if the force at that time had allowed women, she was not even up to the minimum height requirement of five foot five inches (although she did in her heels). It did not matter that she had bested everyone in the top ranks of her martial arts sensei, nor that she had mastered the art of acrobatics at a level that could have easily earned her gold medals at the Olympic games, or her weight training that gave her surprising strength for one as slender and voluptuous as Barbara. While all these things, plus a super-genius IQ and photographic memory, allowed her to be successful at fighting crime, she did not think she had any superpowers.

But she was wrong. She was endowed with superhuman powers, subtle though they were. Her strength, reflexes, agility, and thinking abilities all operated at a level unmatched by any normal human, even the best athletes and special forces agents. And she further heightened these levels by abstaining from sex and avoiding romance. True, she was attracted to Batman, Superman, and especially Robin, the Boy Wonder, whom she liked to flirt with whenever they were shoulder to shoulder fighting evil-doers. But she agreed with Batman that to indulge in passions of romance and lust would distract and diminish her ability to keep ahead of the supervillains. She did not even pleasure herself, although she longed to know what an orgasm felt like. Whenever she was tempted to touch herself, she dashed off to the gym to go through her workout, after which, she was too tired to think of sex.

The passkey allowed her into the elevator and she rode it down, hoping she was not the last one to arrive. She found the conference room where Emma was waiting and strolled confidently in.

“You must be Emma. I’m Batgirl.”

Emma did not stand up but just slouched lower in her chair, looked her up and down, raised her eyebrows, rolled her eyes, popped her gum, and said, “Groovy,” and went back to reading an article on the latest teen band sensation.

Nonplussed, Batgirl looked around the austere room. “Supergirl has not arrived, I take it,” she said and paced back out to the door.

“Figured that out, did ja?” Emma drawled.

“Well, I’m early, so we can get acquainted while we wait. What are you going to study in school?”

“Dunno,” Emma muttered.

“Do you like school so far?”

Emma shrugged and popped her gum again.

The conversation continued in this manner, with Batgirl asking questions and getting one word answers that told her little.

Meanwhile, Supergirl was circling the warehouse, checking for anyone spying on the area. When she was satisfied that no one was, she flew down to the entrance and presented herself to the security check camera. Since she did not hide her face as Supergirl, Jakes had been able to scan her for the security system.

She stood tall, feet spread and flat on the ground (no heels for her, but then, she stood almost six feet tall). The camera took in her strong, angular face, blue eyes, full natural blond hair, and then scanned on down her body. She wore her usual costume, with the white long-sleeved top, emblazoned with the red “S” on a yellow background, and tucked into a red mini-skirt with a yellow belt. The top hugged her muscular torso and her full breasts. She was not as buxom as Batgirl or Wonder Woman, but she filled out her top with distinction. Her skirt covered little of her strong, lean legs. Red calf-high boots completed the ensemble.

Supergirl strode through the warehouse looking for the elevator. There was a bounce in her step. She never felt quite so good as when she was able to help others with her gifts. She knew little of her original family, having crash-landed on Earth X over three years ago. Superman had helped her adjust, believing her to be his cousin, but she had no memory of Krypton or her childhood. She had similar powers to Superman: the ability to fly, heat-ray vision, super-strength, and she was impervious to damage from things like bullets, heat, and cold. As with Superman, kryptonite weakened her, but unlike Superman, it merely took away her powers while she was in contact with it or near it. It could kill her only if she were buried in an avalanche of the strange crystals. And, of course, like all other meta-humans, she would also lose some of her powers from having an orgasm, although like Batgirl, she had so far abstained from any romance.

Even in her secret identity guise of Linda Danvers, she generally found the prospect of anything more intimate than a conversation with a man frightening. She was attractive enough, but she hid her figure with loose clothing and her blond hair with a mousy brown wig. Her social skills needed refining as well. She had been sixteen when she arrived, and after a stint on Paradise Island with Wonder Woman, she attended high school, at Superman’s insistence, and was now, three years later, enrolled in the same college that Emma attended.

But for all that, she has never felt like she had a life, always wondering what it is like to grow up with parents and carefree days of games and bedtime stories. Whenever a boy had shown an interest in her, she withdrew until the guy gave up trying to ask her out. She had noted that her powers had increased over the three years she had been around, but she always assumed that was just because she was still learning how to control them. And her view of men was first influenced by the feminist ideology of Paradise Island, and so she has not really trusted any man other than her cousin, Superman. She had urges, but no one, not even the Amazons at Paradise Island, explained to her about masturbation and orgasms. She knew about where babies came from, but nothing about sex. So she threw herself into the one thing she did best: fighting the forces of evil and saving the lives of the people who are endangered by the plans of the supervillains and ordinary criminal alike.

After finding the elevator and being scanned, she descended and found Batgirl jabbering on about some ideas she had about the evolution of popular music. Emma had grunted in what seemed to be an affirmative when Batgirl had asked if she liked music, and since Emma was not really holding up her end of the conversation, Batgirl launched into a soliloquy about the music she liked and why.

“Supergirl! You’re right on time,” Batgirl exclaimed with relief as the tall blond walked confidently into the room. Babs was glad that they could begin the task of briefing Emma on the plan to watch over her. Being with this rebellious teenager made Babs feel old, even though she was just five years the senior of Emma and Supergirl.

“As you know, a villain who calls himself Ransom appears to be able to control the minds of people and can cause those close to a person to kidnap him or her. Afterwards, the control is relinquished and little memory of the incident remains. Ransom somehow presents his demands and so far has made off with everything that has been provided. When authorities have tried to trick Ransom, he has avoided the trick and killed the victim.”

Emma yawns and nods. “I know all this.”

“Good. Now, Batman’s plan is to have us shadow people like yourself, prime targets according to my computer program that analyzes the pattern of victims and demands, correlating them with …”

“Like, I know all this,” Emma interrupted testily. “You two will follow me like the good puppy dogs that you are and then what?”

Babs swallowed an angry retort, allowing that Emma’s bravado might just be a front to disguise her worry. “Okay, well, since Supergirl and I can’t really follow you looking like this, we’ll be in disguise but always close at hand. And we can summon other heroes to come and help if there is any attempt to kidnap you.”

Supergirl took up the briefing next. “I’ve got a good friend who is also a student at the university, Linda Danvers. She’ll meet you and introduce herself. Here’s her picture.” Supergirl pulled a small snapshot from a pocket inside her skirt.

“I’ll also have a friend in the area, Barbara Gordon,” Batgirl added. “She’ll be doing a guest teaching stint next week, and so she’ll be on campus talking to students about their attitudes toward library research. She’ll always be in the area, and she and Barbara will have small radio communicators, keeping in contact with us.”

“So, like, what if this Ransom dude controls Linda and Barbara?” Emma said, with a slight twinge of concern leaking through her attitude.

“We don’t think that likely. They have very strong wills,” Batgirl assured Emma, “but just in case, we have a plan B.” Batgirl reached into one of her yellow utility pouches and pulled out a small silver ring. “This earring has a tracking transmitter that will kick in if you get too far away from Linda or Barbara, and we can find you … or them, as they have them too. Just make sure you’re always wearing it.”

Emma looked skeptically at the loop, but then shrugged and put it on. “Okay,” she said, “but they can’t cramp my style, ‘kay? I’m going to a sorority party tonight and I don’t want a couple of losers dragging me down.”

Supergirl and Batgirl exchanged a look of annoyance, but said nothing.

“Meet Linda and Barbara by the main fountain in one hour.” Batgirl said and Emma agreed with a shrug.

An hour later, Emma trolled up to the fountain, looking for someone who looked like Linda. Supergirl, now disguised as her alter-ego, sat in a bulky gray school sweatshirt and a pair of baggy khaki pants, reading a book. As Emma approached her, Barbara Gordon, who had been shadowing Emma since she arrived back on campus, came up and pretended to not know either girl. She asked her some questions about her use of the library and then moved on, always talking to students in their area.

Emma said to Linda, “Okay, let’s go. I’ve got to get ready for the party. You up for a happening party at the Kappa Sigs?”

Linda said yes, truly pleased to be able to attend a party, although inwardly, she was afraid of what she might encounter. Alcohol had little effect on her, but she knew it affected Earth humans differently.

As they started to walk away, they were startled to feel a slight tremor, as if a building had fallen nearby or a bomb had exploded, but with no sound and no other effect except a slight flash of light and a puff of air on their faces. Then things seemed normal again. They looked around, and saw others doing the same. When nothing else happened, they carried on. Little did they know that the very fabric of space and time had changed for Earth X and the lust inhibiting pheromones had shifted into their dark opposite.

Linda noticed that her pussy had gotten a little wet. She also noticed a slight tingle in her loins. She said nothing to Emma, but wondered what it meant. Barbara noticed the same thing. She knew what a wet pussy meant and wished she could distract herself with a good workout. Instead, she began to notice how handsome some of the boys were on campus, glancing down at their crotches and wondering at their equipment. She chastised herself for allowing such a petty distraction and redoubled her concentration on shadowing Emma toward her dorm room.

Barbara had dressed in a white shirt, light blue pinstripe jacket, and matching skirt, nylons, and pumps. This made her look a lot older than the students, although she was still only a few years older than most. Her skirt came almost to her knees and her suit disguised her 38D chest somewhat, but she began to feel as if she were being watched. Glancing around, she noted more than one guy gazing at her, or more accurately, at her chest or legs, with silly half-smirks.

Once she got to the vicinity of the dorm, she slowed down and began to stop students again and do her library question-and-answer routine. As she talked to one young man, a couple of his friends caught up with him and joined in listening to Barbara.

“Hello,” she began, “I’m Barbara Gordon, head librarian at the Gotham Public Library. I wonder if I might ask you a few questions about your use of the library.”

Her sharp hearing heard one of the guys murmur into the ear of his buddy, “Head Librarian! She could give me head any day! He He He.”

She ignored this and asked the guy she had first stopped, a handsome blond wearing a gymnastics letter jacket. “How often would you say you go to a library each week?”

The guy had let his eyes drift down to her chest. He looked back up at her cool green eyes and said, “If the librarian at our library looked like you, I’d be in every night.” The other guys guffawed in agreement and there were more whispers.

Barbara blushed a little and glanced down at her steno pad for another question. She asked a few more until the jock interrupted and said, “You wanna come up to my dorm room? I could show you my stick.”

Barbara was taken aback by this and struggled for a response.

“My hockey stick,” the guy added, with a grin and a wink at his buddies. “You like hockey right? How about a puck? I could give you a great puck.”

Barbara adjusted her glasses and tried to smile. “I had better let you guys get going. I’ve got more research to do.”

As she walked away from them, one called out, “You can come up and do research on me anytime.”

Barbara felt annoyed at their sexist attitudes, but pleased that they thought her attractive. She asked other students questions, talking to coeds instead.

Meanwhile, inside the dorm, Emma showed Linda her dorm room. It was a mess, with clothes, books, papers, and empty take-out food containers all over. “I’m gonna take a shower,” Emma said, and promptly removed her clothes and wrapped herself in a towel. She had a stunning figure, with large, natural breasts for which gravity seemed to have little pull. Her waist was thin, her ass plump and firm, and her legs smooth and long. Linda snuck glances at her, admiring her and wishing she had a more attractive body, although her own body was certainly as hot, if slightly more muscular and a little less curvy.

Linda looked through some textbooks on fashion design and art history while she waited for Emma to return. She was back soon, and dropped her towel to look for clothes in her closet, which was packed with outfits and shoes. She put on a skimpy pair of bikini-like pink panties and shimmied into a tight mini-skirt that almost showed the base of her ass when she moved. She wore a thin white t-shirt with no bra, so it was easy to see her full breasts, her nipples pushing out under the thin fabric, even allowing a little of each areole to show through. She put on a suede jacket with fringes of leather dangling everywhere. She finished the ensemble with a rainbow colored headband and a pair of lightly tinted round wire-rim glasses.

As she adjusted her top, she pressed her hands under her breasts, lifted them slightly and murmured, “I hope I meet some cute guys tonight.” She licked her lips and began to touch up her make-up.

Once finished, she ordered Linda, “Stand up and let’s find you something better to wear. Take off those baggy things. They won’t even let you into the party looking like that.”

Linda panicked. She had her Supergirl outfit on under the baggy clothes. “I should take a shower first,” she said and borrowed a towel. In a bathroom stall, she took off her Supergirl costume and tucked it into her purse. Then she took a quick shower. While she was soaping herself up, a few girls came in to shower also. One of them took a look at the tall, muscular girl and said, “Boy, you must work out. You like looking like a boy?”

Linda turned, confused, hands on her breasts. The girl laughed and took another stall, her question rhetorical. Another girl passed by and said, “At least she’s got bigger tits than you, Sherrie!” They all laughed. Linda rinsed and left quickly, embarrassed by their comments.

Back in the dorm room, Emma had her stereo cranked up loud, playing the Rolling Stones. She turned it down and told Linda to drop her towel. She did, a little embarrassed as Emma looked her over, front and back.

“You’re a bit taller than me, but we can find something. Linda started to put her panties back on, a pair of full-size white cottons.

Emma saw them and laughed. “Where’d you get those? Your gramma’s house? Here, see if these fit.” She handed Linda one of her skimpy pairs and tossed Linda’s into the trash can.

Linda pulled on the panties Emma gave her. They were tight and seemed to cover almost nothing. Her blond bush— full and untrimmed—peaked around and over the front, and camel toes were clearly visible. “Perfect,” Emma said and handed her a mini-skirt.

Linda started to put them on, but said, “There’re too small,” as she got the waistband up to her ass.

Emma said, “That’s how they’re supposed to be. Here,” and she pulled up and managed to squeeze Linda’s firm ass into the skirt, which wrapped tightly around her buns and only reached down to the middle of her thighs. “Now for a top,” Emma said and quickly handed her a white halter top that showed most of her back and midriff, with two strips of cloth tied under her breasts. Her nipples could be seen via the impression on the lightweight white fabric. Emma next handed her a yellow and green knit cap that she pulled over most of Linda’s short brown hair.

She finished the effect off by applying some makeup to Linda, the first she had ever worn. A little eye-shadow, some color to the cheeks, and mauve lipstick, all brought out the best in Linda’s pretty face. She looked in the mirror and felt both terrified and a little proud. She never thought of herself as that attractive, but dressed in a mini, halter, and not much else, she looked, well, hot.

Emma looked at her watch and then rummaged in a drawer. “We’ve got a little time to kill. Want to smoke some pot?”

Linda was again in unfamiliar territory. She had never, but she nodded and watched as Emma lit up a joint and took a deep lungful of the sweet-smelling smoke. She handed it to Linda who imitated Emma. The smoke did not make her cough, but she was not sure it was doing anything else, but she pretended it was good and they took turns drawing on the joint until it was a tiny nub. Then Emma led her off to the party.

Barbara Gordon sat in her Ford Pinto, keeping an eye on the front doors of the dorm. When she saw Emma stroll out with some hot chick, she panicked, wondering what had happened to Supergirl. She turned on her earphone communicator and said, “Linda! Where are you?”

The girl with Emma waved at Barbara’s lime-green car and Barbara heard Linda say, “I’m with Emma. We’re going to a party!” She sounded more chipper than Babs had ever heard her.

“What are you wearing?”

“Just something Emma gave me. I’m s’posed to be undercover right?” and Linda giggled.

Barbara shrugged. As long as they kept tabs on Emma, she thought. Barbara started her car and drove slowly along ahead of the girls, parked and let them pass, and then drove forward more, always keeping them in sight.

The girls arrived at a frat house where a party was just starting to crank up Barbara could see kids all over the front porch and in the side yard. Many had beer bottles, which was certainly not supposed to happen at campus parties. She watched as the girls headed into the party. As soon as they got into the main house, the loud stereo and yelling and laughing made it impossible to hear what Emma or Linda were saying, so she turned it off and just watched.

She slouched in her car and tried to stay awake. After fifteen minutes, she heard a guy making a phone call from a phone box near her car. She didn’t give him much of her attention until she heard him say, “Really, gangbanging a cheerleader? All right! Which one? … Is she the one with the big tits, blond, wears red nail polish? … All right. She’s the one’s been asking for this, right? … Yeah, well save a piece for me. I’ll be right over. Later.”

Barbara knew she had to follow the boy and save the cheerleader from such a dreadful fate. She turned on her communicator. “Bats to Super. Bats to Super. You there Super?”

She could only hear the splintering sounds of heavy metal music. When Linda did not answer, Barbara gave up and hoped that Supergirl could handle the situation without her. Making sure no one was near, she changed out of her suit and into her Batgirl costume, slipped out of the car, and removed her Bat-scooter from a secret compartment in the trunk. She would need the vehicle to be able to follow the boy without being seen or heard. As she started the engine, she wondered again when Batman would have time to design her a faster vehicle with more style and menace. It was embarrassing to ride up to a crime scene on a scooter and even worse when she could not keep up with the villains. Meanwhile, Batman had the Batmobile, the Bat Plane, the Bat Boat, and so on. She wondered if he didn’t take her seriously because she was a girl, and not for the first time.

She motored along and quickly caught sight of the guy from the phone call. He was trotting down the street. She easily shadowed him and slowed when he cut across a lawn to enter a house. Parking her Vespa, Batgirl crept through the shadows to a window and peered in. Nothing. She systematically looked in each window around the house until near the back, she saw activity. Through a crack in the curtain, she could see a coed tied to a large footstool. She was on her back and her hands and legs were tied to the base of the footstool. Ropes had been tied to her knees and tied under the stool, forcing her legs wide, leaving her pussy completely exposed. She was gagged with a leather strap that had a black rubber ball fastened to it and crammed into her mouth. She did have big tits plus blond hair (natural), and red fingernail and toenail polish. She had once had a cheerleader outfit on, but the skirt was now bunched around her waist and the sweater and bra pushed up around her shoulders, her panties in shreds, exposing her intimate parts. Barbara looked in horror as one of the guys dropped his pants and moved toward the cheerleader in bondage.

Barbara did not need to see anymore. She ran to the back door, jimmied the lock, and padded through the house to the room she had seen. With a rush of adrenaline, she dashed into the room and started kicking and punching until all the guys were cowering in the corners of the room. Then Batgirl took a Bat-knife and slashed through the ropes and removed the gag from the terrified blond.

“Are you all right?” Batgirl asked as she helped the girl up.

For a response, the girl punched Batgirl hard in the stomach and then in the jaw. Batgirl fell to the floor. “What the fuck are you doing!” the cheerleader yelled and she drove her heel into Batgirl’s stomach, making her double over and lose her breath.

As Batgirl gasped and found her voice, the boys were recovering and assembling around her. “I was saving you!” Batgirl whined as she held her stomach. “They were raping you!”

“No they weren’t! I asked them to. It’s a fantasy of mine to be gang-banged. That’s not against the law!”

Batgirl groaned. What had she done? She started to get up, but the boys converged on her and grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back and sat her down on a couch. “Let me GO!” squealed Batgirl but the guys just laughed.

The guy who had been fucking the cheerleader when Batgirl stormed the room spread her knees and knelt in front of her, resting his hands on her thighs. He was a slender man with brown eyes and black hair. Some blood was trickling from his mouth from where it had been rammed into the wall.

“Batgirl, hmmm,” he smirked. “You’ve broken the law and we are all witnesses. It just so happens that I’m pre-Law and do you know what will happen to you if we report this?”

Batgirl started to speak but he silenced her with a hard slap to her face that jerked her cowled head sideways.

“I’ll tell you,” he continued, “If we report this, you will be arrested and charged with breaking an entering and assault. I’ll bet if we looked through that utility belt of yours, we’d find some illegal weapons.” He stopped and wiped the blood from his mouth.

“So here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to play nice with us while we fuck your brains out.” Batgirl gasped. “That’s right, Bat Broad. You’re going to do whatever we want, ‘cause if you don’t let us, we’ll just call the police. Of course, they’ll have to take that mask off, so your secret identity will be revealed as well. What do you say? Can we fuck you or do we call the cops?”

Batgirl’s mind raced as she tried to decide what to do.

Meanwhile, back at the frat party, Supergirl, aka Linda Danvers, was trying to keep an eye on Emma, but the coed seemed to be deliberately trying to distance herself from Linda. Guys kept hitting on Linda and she was getting embarrassed. She lied and said her boyfriend would be there later, and most of them lost interest. But then four guys stepped in front of her as she was trying to see where Emma had gone.

Two were tall, over six feet, one was average size but stocky as a football linebacker, and the fourth was kind of geeky looking, short, hair disheveled, black glasses, and a wispy attempt at a moustache.

“We’ve been watching you,” tall guy number one said. He was blond, wearing a blue work shirt and tight jeans. His hair was longer than Linda’s (wig), flowing down to his shoulders. “You haven’t had anything the drink. Here!” He shoved an opened beer bottle into her hands. “Drink up.”

Linda shrugged and took a sip of the beer. She winced because it was bitter, but they assumed she was not used to drinking, and encouraged her to drink it down.

“You can’t party without getting drunk,” tall guy number two said, and took a swig from his own beer. He had an acne-scarred face, shaggy black hair, and a short beard. He was wearing a rugby shirt and cut-off jeans.

They did not let Linda put the beer down until she had drained it. She knew the alcohol would not affect her, but she was still a little high from the pot she had smoked.

“If you liked that, let me make you something you’ll love,” said the geeky guy. He gestured for her to follow. She tried to tell him that she did not really care for beer, but the music was too loud or else he ignored her. He went to a counter with various bottles of alcohol and proceeded to mix a drink in a red plastic cup. At a key point, he shielded his hands from her with his body and tipped a small test-tube of liquid into the drink and stashed the tube again. After stirring it, he presented it to her.

“The effect is best if you chug it.”

“Chug it?” Linda said, looking puzzled.

“Like this,” the stocky guy said and reached around from behind her and guided the cup to her mouth and she took a sip. But he kept the cup there and tipped more into her mouth. She swallowed frantically to keep from spilling the drink.

The guys started to chant, “Chug! Chug! Chug!” until she had swallowed the whole drink.

The geeky guy introduced himself, yelling to be heard above the music. “I’m Chip. This here is Chris,” pointing to tall guy number one, “that’s Treat,” the stocky guy, “and Randy,” tall guy number two.

“I’m Linda!” she yelled.

“Have you seen the house yet?” Chris asked.

Linda shook her head.

“Come’on!” Chris said, taking her hand and pulling her toward the back of the house.

Maybe I’ll see Emma this way, Linda thought to herself. They pointed out the kitchen, pool room, library (which was the size of a pantry), and headed upstairs. Linda had not seen Emma in any of the rooms.

It was quieter on the second floor. As they went down a hallway littered with beer cups and smashed doughnuts, Linda noticed some couples making out in some rooms. She heard soft moans coming from another, as they stopped while Randy ducked into the bathroom to piss off some of his beer consumption.

Chris nattered on about how many times the frat had won the Greek Olympics. While he talked, Linda focused her x-ray vision to peer into the room with the moaning sounds. She was shocked to see a guy and a girl fucking with abandon, both stark naked.

She looked away and realized she was feeling a bit light-headed, a very unfamiliar feeling. Randy popped back out and they guided her down to the end of the hall and up another flight of stairs to something of an attic. There was an old table turned over with the legs sticking up, a couple of beat-up mattresses, and various boxes. A couple of bare light bulbs illuminated the dusty room.

Suddenly, Linda swayed and dropped to one knee to keep from falling. Treat steadied her. A moment later, she realized he had one hand on her right breast and was squeezing it like he was looking for ripe fruit at a produce stand. She tried to pull away, but Chris took one of her arms and glad-handed her other breast. Her vision blurred and the number of guys in the room shifted from four to eight and back to four again.

They laughed and dragged her over to the overturned table. She tried to get her feet under her to give her some leverage to punch these fresh goons, but her legs seemed to have turned to jelly. As they got her to one end of the table, Chris tugged on the ties of her halter top and it came loose. They tossed it aside and lifted her to her knees and held her steady. She felt a sudden draft on her ass, as her skirt and panties were dragged down to her knees. She tried again to break free. She was confused. She had super-strength, but she could barely move.

“Whoa, and real blond!” Randy said and slapped a hand to her crotch to stroke her soft blond bush.

She cried, “Help me! Help me!” but she was not able to catch a deep breath to get any volume and they just laughed. She hoped that Barbara could hear her and would rescue her.

They pushed her to her back and held her arms up and back until they were each touching one of the upright legs. Then they used rolls of duct tape to tape her forearms to the table legs. Her skirt and panties were removed and each ankle was taped to the table leg next to each wrist, so her legs were spread wide and back over her shoulders.

One of the guys pulled out a camera and snapped a picture. The flash hurt her eyes and she realized she was in deep trouble. Her tits were framed by her legs and her cunt and asshole were spread wide for all the guys to see and photograph. Then she saw them taking off their clothes. She was now completely unable to move and weak as a kitten. She could only hope that Batgirl would get there soon.

How will Batgirl and Linda escape the clutches of these nefarious teenagers? Stay tuned.

Chapter 2

Our Story So Far: While working under cover to protect a potential kidnapping victim of a villain known as Ransom, Supergirl and Batgirl had assumed their civilian identities as Linda Danvers and Barbara Gordon. Barbara overheard a phone call that tipped her off to a rape in progress. But after she arrived and beat up the four guys and freed the bound cheerleader, she learned that it was all just consensual sex, acting out the girl’s bondage fantasies. Batgirl, taken by surprise, has been captured and given a choice of submitting to their sexual demands or risk arrest and the exposure of her secret identity. Meanwhile, Linda Danvers has been given a drug that has weakened her, allowing a group of frat rats to tie her up in the house attic. Can our heroines escape with their virtue intact? And if not, will the strange shift in worlds cause them to lose their powers? And what has happened to Emma, the hot coed they were protecting?

Batgirl, confronted with the choice of letting these college boys gang-bang her or being arrested for assault, reluctantly agreed to the sex.

“Hot dog,” shouted the apparent leader of the gang. “Come’on, bitch! Time to ride.” He stood up and headed out the room. The two guys lifted Batgirl and made her walk behind the leader. They continued to hold Batgirl, in case she tried to renege and make a break for it. She would have too, but they held her firmly. They were husky guys, a black and a white, each about six feet tall and apparent weight-lifters or football players. The fourth guy followed along, readying a 35 mm camera and flash. He was evidently not a jock, with a slight build and a burned out look.

The cheerleader snatched her uniform and a gym bag full of equipment of some kind and followed along. “This could be more fun than what I had planned,” she said to the camera guy.

The leader took them to a utility room toward the back of the house. It had been added on and had no windows, just a washer, dryer, and a boxy metal sink, with an exposed ceiling. The leader grabbed a coil of clothesline to bind Batgirl, but cheerleader girl noticed a pair of bat-cuffs sticking out of one of Batgirl’s utility pouches and pulled them out. “Use these,” she said, and gestured up at the ceiling where a couple of pipes passed over the area.

They stood Batgirl on a crate, and raised her arms up to the ceiling, her wrists just inches from the pipes. The leader took the cuffs and slapped one around the yellow glove over Batgirl’s slender hands, looped the other end over the pipes, and secured her other hand. He called for the rope anyway and adjusted her arms so they were straight over her shoulders with the backs of the wrists turned inward to face each other. He tied the wrists tightly, then the elbows, and another length around each shoulder and then threaded the rope back up through the bindings and to the pipes. Now her weight would not rest on the handcuffs. He also figured she might have a way to unclasp her own handcuffs.

“What are your names?” Batgirl demanded while the last ropes were adjusted on her arms.

The leader laughed and said, “The less you know about us, the better for us, so no names, but you can call me Jay, him Ray,” pointing to the black guy, “Jose,” (indicating the other muscular guy), “and Clay,” the guy with the camera. “Might as well call her Mae,” he added, glancing at the cheerleader, who was back in her uniform, a sexy burgundy and white outfit with a very short skirt with no panties underneath. She wore no bra and her big breasts could be seen shifting under her tight sweater.

Jay stood back from the trussed up heroine, kicked the box out from under her feet and indicated that Clay should take her picture like this. “In case you go to the cops, you can be sure that these photos will find their way to every TV news team and newspaper in Gotham City.”

Barbara shuddered as her helplessness was documented. Clay stepped up to Batgirl, whose feet were dangling inches above the floor. He was tall enough that he still looked down on her face a little. Let’s see what she’s packin’,” he said and put his hands to her breasts. He was surprised to find no sign of a bra. Her tights were specially designed to give her support without adding the unsightly bra lines. Batgirl squirmed as she felt his strong hands wrap around her boobs and begin to massage them. No man had ever touched her like this. “Guess what, guys? They’re natural. She’s got a couple of major league yahbos!”

Batgirl stopped squirming, as it was just turning Jay on. She realized with horror that she was getting aroused by the situation and the stimulation on her sensitive breasts. Her nipples got hard and she was starting to get a little wet down below.

Jay stepped back and indicated Clay should take another picture. This time, her nipples could be seen pressing against the lightweight material. “I guess she wants this as much as you did,” Jay said to Mae, who was rummaging in her bag for something.

“Let’s see how you get this costume off,” Jay said and tried to remove her belt. He unclasped it, but it stayed on her. He looked underneath and saw why. To speed her change of clothes, the uniform was tucked into the inside of the belt and zipped into place above and below, with a zipper hidden down the middle of her back. He opened the zipper that connected the top to the belt and slowly lifted it until he could see the bottom of her jugs. Clay was now taking pictures every 15 seconds or so. Then Jay shoved the top up to bunch around her shoulders, exposing her D-Cup breasts in all their glory. After a few pictures, Jay pushed up on them from below and licked the hard nipples.

Then he undid the snaps that held the front and back of her hip tights in place under her crotch. Her legs were covered in a kind of pantyhose, which Jay slowly pulled down, revealing her lush red bush and a host of freckles from her hips to her chest. Ray and Jose moved up behind her and pulled the bottom half of her tights off around her yellow boots. They also removed her cape, so except for her cowl, boots, and the top bunched around her shoulders, she was completely naked. The guys marveled at her strong body, rippling with well toned muscles, and now acquiring a sheen of sweat.

“Oh God,” Batgirl moaned. “Please don’t do this! I’m supposed to be protecting a young woman. Her life may depend on me being able to help her if she’s attacked! I’ve got to … Mnmgh!” Her mouth had just been plugged with the black ball-gag that Jay adjusted behind her head.

Mae stepped up and was probing into Batgirl’s pussy with a couple of fingers. She withdrew them and showed the guys. “She’s getting into this! Look! She’s wet.”

Jay and the guys started to take their clothes off, but Mae shouted, “Hey, hey, hey! This was my party, remember? I get first crack at her.”

“What a lesbo!” Jose murmured.

“I’m not a lesbian! I’ll remember that, next time you ask for a blow job,” Mae retorted. “Spread her legs,” she ordered, and Jose and Ray grabbed Batgirl’s boots and lifted them sideways, leaving her cunt completely exposed. Mae knelt and two fingers into Batgirl’s pussy and began to pump them up and down. With her other hand, she pinched Batgirl’s clit and began to knead it around under her thumb. Batgirl’s back went ramrod rigid when she felt the warm fingers frigging up and down in her pussy and mashing her clit flat and shifting it back and forth very fast. Jose stood behind her and squeezed her firm ass mounds. Jay and Ray stepped closer and licked and sucked on Batgirl’s nipples and tits as they held her legs apart. And the camera relentlessly flashed.

Batgirl realized that she was very horny and clearly getting more so. She began to breath heavily and finally abandoned modesty and began to moan with pleasure. “Mmmnng! AhhmMMnnah! Oooaha!” Her back began to jerk as her pussy was now on fire with pleasure. The last straw was added as Jose worked a thick finger into her exposed asshole and began to wiggle it around.

“MMMNnnNGNNN! AABB CuummmMMMMNNGHGNGHAAAAaaaa!” she moaned as her body exploded with spasms of pleasure, the likes of which she had never known. The trio continued to pump, vibrate, suck and probe furiously, milking her orgasm to the last spurt.

Mae withdrew her mouth and Batgirl, still groaning with pleasure, prayed that it was over. Mae pulled a huge vibrating dildo from her back pocket, turned it on, and slid it up into Batgirl’s sopping cunt. Batgirl came again immediately and thrashed her head about and strained against her bondage. Mae was merciless, pumping the humming wonder in and out. Occasionally, she pulled it out and ran its tip over Batgirl’s ass hole, as if she might push it in, but then returned it to her cunt. Batgirl came one more time before Mae withdrew the dildo and yielded her victim to the guys.

They left her to hang limply while Clay documented her flush complexion and the trickle of cum juices that beaded in her bush and dripped to the floor.

Jay was undressed by this time and wanking his erect cock until the photos were taken. Then he stepped forward, spread her legs and lifted them to either side of his hips and positioned his cock at her pussy. He stepped back so that he only needed to thrust forward to fill her up. “Ready, bitch? Here it comes! Ramming speed!” he yelled with gusto and drove his hips forward, driving his long cock deep into Batgirl’s pussy.

Batgirl’s head lolled backward as she began to feel the pleasure mount again. Ray bent his face down and rested his nose between Batgirl’s awesome tits as he jerked her back and forth with his fucking, making her udders jiggle wonderfully.

He reached around and put a finger into her asshole. He now was ramming her hard and fast. Batgirl cried out again, “OOOHHORHRUHRRUHGggghgh!” and her body shuddered again.

“Here it cums!” Jay announced as his face screwed up and he cried, “Ohhh yeah! Aaaahaaah! Aaaaaaghghgh!” and Batgirl felt his hot spunk fill her twat.

“GNMOOOooo!” she moaned, but Jay just laughed.

“Maybe after tonight, Batgirl will have to take a nine-month vacation,” he jested as he backed away satisfied. “Man her pussy is tight!” Then he looked at his cock and saw it was smeared with blood and cum. “I popped Batgirl’s cherry!” he said proudly. “Get a picture of this,” and he posed next to the dangling, naked, sweaty Batgirl, showing off his bloody cock.

Meanwhile, back at the frat house, Linda Danvers had her own problems. Her hoped for rescue did not materialize. Chip was first to kneel next to her ass, but Treat and Chris said, “How come you get to go first?”

“Cause I got the drug that is making this all possible.” He was studying to be a veterinarian and had smuggled some muscle relaxant that was used to operate on animals. It made the animals unable to move, but they remained conscious and able to feel. When used on a human at the right dosage, it did the same, and the victim usually could remember little of the experience afterward. Linda’s alien metabolism turned out to be extra sensitive to the drug. Not only was she unable to move, she was ultra sensitive to every touch, sound, and smell.

Chip got on his hands and knees and put his face between Linda’s breasts. Then he licked the nipples and squeezed them. Her nipples got hard. That sometimes happened when she was in a jam fighting crime, but she did not know why. Then he moved down to lick her pussy out and squeeze her buns.

“Haaah! Uuuuhhh!” Linda gasped, as she felt a strange sensation ripple through her loins. It was pleasant in the extreme. Soon Chip was slurping at the first of her pussy juices to percolate out. He did not waste more time with foreplay.

Chip shifted foreword and slid the tip of his cock up and down her cunt lips, smearing her pre-cum up to her clit and down to her ass hole. Linda quivered and then squeaked involuntarily as Chip shoved his cock up into her pussy. “OOOoooouuuu!”

Linda realized that she was being raped. She was mortified, but the experience was actually kind of pleasant for some reason. She was afraid of what else they might do, but this was not so bad. Chip humped her ever more vigorously, massaging her tits and kissing her on the lips, driving his tongue in her mouth, which was lolling open as she moaned slightly with each thrust he made. His cock felt good. It was not so big that it hurt her or reached to her deepest recess, but each time she felt the head push into her, she got a stab of pleasure that seemed to be warming her entire insides.

But before she could experience her first orgasm, Chip came. He withdrew, anxious to do like the studs in the porn movies he had seen, and shot cum into her bush and up her stomach, some splashing on the undersides of her creamy white breasts. The cum seemed to burn where it touched her ultra-sensitive skin.

Chip rose in triumph and stood in front of her. He moved so his cock was in front of her face and told her to lick it off. But she could not move her lips or tongue, so he just forced it in and the cum clinging to it was deposited in her mouth. It tasted sour and salty.

Chris was next in line and he did the same thing as Chip. He pushed his cock into her cunt and began to pump away. There was little finesse or style. He just fucked her. His cock was longer and a little thicker than Chip’s. Linda found it was even more pleasant with a bigger cock to fill her. He did not last long and although Linda was again moving toward her first climax, she did not reach it before he came. He left his cock in her pussy and she felt his spunk enter her. Each spurt sent a warm thrill up her spine.

Randy was next up. He did something different. He set his cock between her breasts and squeezed her mammaries around his hard cock. This was a different sensation. He adjusted his hands so his fingers could pinch her nipples. He clamped down hard, but Linda felt no pain, only a pleasant tingle that seemed to warm her breasts. While he was doing this, one of the guys began to thrust a few fingers into her cunt and a thumb diddled her clit. This had an electrifying effect on her nervous system and she shuddered and her eyes rolled up into her head. She gave out a moan of pleasure. “OOOOooommn!”

After each moan, Randy pinched her nipples hard.

“OOOOOoooohhhh! Aaaahhaaha! UNnnngg! AAAahhh!”

Her moans got louder as her mind was fogging up.

Then a finger wiggled its way into her ass hole and hands began to slap her ass cheeks hard. While this would have caused a normal girl sharp pain, Linda felt it only as an intense rush of pleasure. It felt as if someone had pushed electric current through her body from her knees to her shoulders. “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHhahahahahahahha!” she gasped. “HHHHHHhaaaa! Mmmmmmnnnn! EeeEeeahahhah!” Her body vibrated beneath Randy. The drug affected her voluntary nervous system, but not the involuntary.

Her pleasure pushed his cock to explode and Linda was startled as more hot globs of white stuff shot from Randy’s cock and landed on her neck and under her chin. One strand shot over her chin and lay in a line from her cheek up over her left eye.

Randy cleaned his tool off in her mouth too, and vacated for Treat, who stepped forward and showed her his cock. It was bigger than any of the others. She wondered what it would feel like rippling through her vagina.

She never found out. Treat wiped some cum off her stomach and smeared it around his thick cock, making it shine in the dim light. Then he put a finger in her ass hole and pulled it systematically in each direction, loosening it up. Then he jammed his cock head into the tiny orifice. Linda groaned in pleasure at first, but as he got his cock wedged deeper and deeper, she cried out from the pain. Somewhere in her brain, something told her she should not feel pain. Her body was supposed to be invulnerable to injury, which usually meant she also felt no pain.

She did not have time to reason it out, however, as Treat began to work his cock in and out of her ass. It was difficult at first, but as he got more lubrication around the inner walls of her anus, it slid more easily. He lifted her ass off the ground and got the best angle to drive his cock all the way into her ass. Linda groaned and the pleasure began to build again.

It took Treat a while to come and as he huffed and puffed and worked her ass over, she felt the tingles again, and came with a frightening suddenness that overwhelmed her senses and muscles in her loins contracted. She had weakened, but still had some super strength left. The sudden pressure on Treat’s cock made him come immediately. He groaned and thrashed as his cock shot cum into her super ass. Their moans and groans were like a duet. “AAAAAAHAHHHhHAHH!” Linda wailed as Treat groaned, “ooOOooOOFHhfh! ggggrraraaAAAH! AAAAAhhHHH!”

Their music quieted quickly and Treat pulled his cock out with a slllurrrrrpp, and let her ass plop to the ground. Her ass hole remained open slightly, a trail of white dribbling down her ass crack.

“God almighty that was awesome!” Treat sighed as he fell backwards, giving Supergirl’s ass a firm slap. He lay there grinning like an idiot while Chip and the others got dressed.

“What now?” Chris asked Chip. Chip looked at his watch. It had only been fifteen minutes since she succumbed to the drug. He figured she would be under for another half hour. “Go out and see if anyone wants to pay ten bucks to fuck a whacked out bitch in heat.”

Meanwhile, back at Batgirl’s perilous situation: “I’m next!” Jose called out and stepped forward, naked by this time, with a raging hard-on. Batgirl gasped as he came around front and she saw how thick his cock was.

“MMMNMNMNMNMNNNNNN,” she moaned shaking her head side to side, fear in her flashing green eyes.

“Oh, yeah!” Jose gloated. “Get ready for a real Johnson!”

“No,” Ray shouted and tried to move in front of Jose. “I should be next!”

The two studs jostled for position until Jay said, “What’s the problem? We got two cocks and she’s got two holes.”

Ray smiled and jumped behind Batgirl as Jose moved close and lifted her legs apart.

“Let me help,” Mae said, and she took more clothesline and tied Batgirls legs wide apart to appliances on either side. She now hung like an upside down Y.

This freed up Jose’s hands and he squeezed Batgirl’s breasts. Then he reached one hand down and positioned his cock at her pussy. “I hate sloppy seconds but seein’ as it’s Batgirl, I’m not complaining!” With that he thrust up and Batgirl was again being raped. Then she felt Ray’s hot cock pushing at her tiny ass hole. Ray began to force his dry cock into her ass.

“NNNNNNNNANANNNRRNNRNR!” Batgirl screamed into the gag, as Ray’s cock slowly wedged itself into her ass. All the while, Jose’s huge cock was reaming her sensitive pussy. Soon Ray’s cock began to thrust in and out as well, timing it so both their cocks rammed upward at the same time. She could feel the huge cocks spreading her insides apart, tickling their way up in her innards. Another orgasm could not be far away.

As they started to get their rhythm, Mae stepped up and Jose leaned back as he pumped. Mae set a couple of clamps on Batgirl’s plump nipples and Batgirl screamed again. “MMMMNnnnNNRRrhRhggh!!!” She had been ready to cum, but this scrambled her signals. Jose and Ray grunted in unison as they ravished her, while her nipples ached with both pleasure and pain. Her body was being jerked up and down, forward and back, her tits squeezed tight against Jose’s broad chest. It was too much and Batgirl again orgasmed. This time, she came just as both guys did and passed out as hot cum squirted into her ass and pussy at the same time.

The guys stepped back, grinning like jack-o-lanterns. Clay stepped up and photographed the cum dribbling down her inner thighs, and down her ass crack. Jay grabbed her red hair and held her head up for one last picture. Then he took the camera from Clay and said, “How do you want your Batgirl served?”

Clay thought a moment and said, “Bring her down on her knees, her hands behind her. I want to cum on her face.”

The others laughed at this idea and proceeded to untie her arms and bring her down. Batgirl regained consciousness as they were untying her. But she felt so weak, that she could not attempt an escape, even when her hands and arms were free. They re-tied her arms behind her back at the wrists and elbows and pulled her up to her knees. As they removed her gag, Clay stepped forward and dangled his half-erect cock in front of her face. Even in this state, it appeared eight inches long.

“Oh God! No. Please no! Haven’t you done enough? I can’t …uuUUUHHHH!”

Clay had cuffed her across the face with his open hand. “Shut up and open your mouth!” he snarled.

“No,” Batgirl whimpered one last time as he placed the tip of his cock at her lips.

“And no biting, or our deal’s off, and we’ll unmask you and leave you hogtied down by the docks! Lot’s of drunk longshoreman who’d love a chance to fuck a pretty, young superheroine like yourself.”

Batgirl knew she had to obey. She opened her mouth and he stuffed as much of his cock into her mouth as would fit. Batgirl had never given a blow job, of course, but she had a reasonable idea of what was expected. She began to massage the tip of his cock with her tongue and the rest with her lips. The cock rapidly hardened and straightened out to full length, almost ten inches. It was not thick, but he leaned forward, forcing it into her mouth so the tip reached her adenoids. Her lips were still two inches from his curly black pubic hair.

He worked his cock in and out, always pausing just at the back of her throat. At first it made her gag and cough, but she realized she would have to master her gag reflex to get through this. Jay snapped close-ups of Batgirl’s cowl-covered face, her plump lips forming a ring around Clay’s shaft. He backed off and got some more shots of her from the side, her tits hanging down and her bare ass resting between her yellow boots.

As he got into it, Clay grabbed the back of Batgirl’s head and began to force his cock down into her throat a little with each thrust. Batgirl’s throat gave off deep gurgles as she struggled to deep throat her rapist. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. Clay eventually got her nose up to his pubic hair and he held it there a moment, forcing Batgirl to hold her breath. Then he withdrew, she gasped for a breath, and he drove it in again. He played with her like this for a while.

Meanwhile, the other three guys gathered to either side and were erect again, stroking themselves to be ready to give Batgirl a bukkake facial. Jay gave the camera to Mae, who positioned herself to one side and framed Batgirl’s head. She snapped a few shots that showed her throat bulging with cock, her face up against Clay’s stomach.

Jay stood on the other side and put his hand on her head, holding it steady and getting a grip on her cowl.

Clay was moaning as he got ready to cum. He gave her face three more rapid thrusts as he stroked the base of his penis. Then with a nod he pulled his cock out as his balls drew up for the ejaculation. Just before Clay’s cock began to spurt, Jay yanked Batgirl’s cowl backwards, revealing Barbara Gordon’s wide-eyed shock. Mae had the camera’s motor drive turned on, so she could snap pictures every second. In this way, she recorded the first three strands of cum as they splashed into Barbara’s face.

As soon as the last spurt splattered on Batgirl’s chin, Jose stepped forward and squeezed off another volley of cum, which blasted into Barbara’s left eye and across her red hair by her ear. Another got her between her eyes and dripped down on either side of her nose.

More pictures. Then Ray moved forward. “Open wide, bitch!” he ordered. She reluctantly opened her mouth and he jammed his cock into her mouth as he came. She gagged as cum filled the back of her throat and some spilled out of the sides of her mouth. He withdrew so the last blast fell on her neck and breasts.

Jay was last and he directed all his effort to covering her luscious breasts.

Batgirl wanted to collapse with embarrassment and disgust, but they held her up and took picture after picture of the trails and globs of cum on her face chest, and breasts. Mae found a spoon and handed it to Jay, who proceeded to scoop cum off her face and feed it into her mouth. “Swallow this down,” he said as if her were talking to a little girl. “It’s good for you. Lots of protein.”

Barbara obeyed, her spirit crushed. She swallowed the nasty-tasting stuff with a sour expression. With each glob of cum removed, more of her face could be seen, until Jose recognized her. “This is Barbara Gordon. The police commissioner’s daughter. I saw her on television, running for a seat on the city council.”

Jay finished spooning the cum into Barbara’s mouth and when she had swallowed the last bit, he said, “Well, I guess that does it.”

“Wait a minute,” Mae objected. “What about my turn?”

“You had your turn,” Jay observed.

“I made her cum. Now it’s her turn to make me cum.”

Mae unlaced Batgirl’s arms and they laid her out on the floor. No ropes were needed, as Batgirl was completely compliant. Clay reloaded his camera and started taking more pictures. As soon as Batgirl was prone, Mae plopped down over Barbara’s face. “Start licking, Bat-bitch!” Mae ordered.

Barbara stuck her tongue up into the sweaty crack hovering over her face and began to work it over.

Mae had a riding crop and she brought it down hard on Barbara’s exposed stomach.

“AaAAh!” she moaned.

“Lick harder, whore!” Mae commanded sternly.

Barbara tried harder to please her mistress, anxious to avoid the crop, but she still felt its sting on her breasts, stomach, cunt, and thighs.

Gradually, Mae began to moan, “Oh yeah. Yes! Right there! OOOOOhhhh! Good! Harder!” She grounder cunt down over Barbara’s nose and Barbara frantically licked and sucked as Mae’s juices dribbled into her mouth.

Then with a shriek, Mae came, squirting cum directly into Barbara’s mouth and splattering her face. Barbara came simultaneously and cum squirted out of her exposed cunt. When Mae was done, she stood and grinned with satisfaction.

“That’s how it’s done, boys,” she purred.

Jay tossed a towel at Barbara along with her costume and belt.

“You’re free to go,” he said. “But know this! We’re going to develop these pictures in Clay’s darkroom, so no one but us will know your identity or see these pictures. You have one week to come up with … let’s see … how about a hundred thousand dollars. We’ll be in touch to tell you where to deliver it. If all is good, we give you the negatives. We keep the prints in case you try anything stupid down the road. Deal?”

Barbara could hardly think straight as she wiped the cum from her face and breasts. “I don’t have that kind of money,” was the best she could think of to stall. She really didn’t.

“Well, you’re resourceful. You’ll think of some way to raise it. A first-class whore like you ought to have some sugar daddies you can perform for in exchange for the money. I’ve heard Bruce Wayne is in tight with your daddy. Maybe you can suck him off for five-thousand dollars a pop!” They all laughed and began to get dressed.

Barbara pulled her cowl back up over her face and her top down over her breasts and began to assemble the rest of her outfit. She felt drained, as if she had run a marathon, but she had to get back to the party where Linda and Emma were. She would deal with this situation when her head cleared and she knew Emma was safe.

She looked at her watch and gasped with shock. She had been detained over an hour and she still had to get back to campus. She was ushered out to the street. “You’re a good fuck, Batgirl,” Jay said with a smirk. “Be careful fighting crime. It’s dangerous.”

“Fuck you,” Batgirl thought, but then realized that she just had, more than once. She stumbled to her Bat-Scooter and started the well muffled engine. It hurt her ass every time she went over a bump, but otherwise, she managed to get back to campus in five minutes. She hid her scooter in some bushes near the frat and ran up to the house. No time for subtlety. She had to find Linda and Emma.

The party was in full swing now. Wasted college kids lay around the porch and in every room, while others danced frenetically to the hard rock music sent shock waves through the house. Those who were aware enough to notice, stared at Batgirl, but no one attempted to stop her from looking in each room. She went from front to back, up to the second floor. She forced every door open, surprising more and a few couples humping away in the rooms. None of them was Emma or Linda, so she shut the door and moved on.

She saw a stairway at the back of the second floor and ran up it and into the attic. There had been some activity here and she could definitely smell the funky scents of rutting teens, but no one was there.

She visited the basement, but still no sign of Emma or Linda. She raced out into the back. Her strength was slowly coming back to her, perhaps driven by the adrenaline rush of needing to find her friends. In the back yard, near the trash cans, she saw someone laying in a shadow. Racing out she almost didn’t recognize Linda. Her hat and wig had been pulled off and lost. Her halter top was askew, showing most of her breasts, including a pink nipple. Her skirt had ridden up to her waist and she had no panties on. Her purse was still with her.

“Linda! Linda! Wake up!” Barbara pleaded and pulled the girl’s limp body upright and adjusted her clothes to cover her better. Linda’s sky-blue eyes opened a crack and she smiled goofily at Batgirl.

“Hi,” she quipped as if nothing had happened. “I had a little boo-boo.” She sounded a little wasted still. Batgirl got her up and walking and moved her back into the alley and away from the party, finding a spot between a garage and another building where no one could see them.

“I feel funny,” Linda murmured as she gradually was able to stand on her own. Then the situation began to sink in. “What happened to me?”

“That’s what I need to know,” Batgirl said urgently. “I was … ah … detained unavoidably, and now I find you like this and I can’t find Emma. We’ve got to find her or Batman will have my ass in a sling forever!”

Linda struggled to think. “I remember talking to some guys, but then …,” she shook her head. Then she put her hand down between her legs and said, “I’ve got something sticky down here. Does that mean anything?”

Batgirl pulled out her Bat-light and gave Linda a closer examination. The signs of sex were everywhere. Traces of cum in her hair, on her face, and just about everywhere she looked. “Looks like someone must have drugged you.”

“But why would they do that,” Linda asked, confused.

“Never mind,” Batgirl said. “Change into your Supergirl costume. Hopefully, those who saw you without your wig were too wasted to recognize you. They probably just saw you as some blond bimbo.”

“What’s a bimbo?”

Batgirl shook her head. She was such an innocent. How would she explain what had happened to Linda or to herself? It could wait.

“Get dressed, while I get my tracker tuned to Emma’s transmitter signal. It must be on by now. Maybe she just went back to her dorm.”

While Linda Danvers transformed herself into (a somewhat sticky) Supergirl, Batgirl pulled a device from her belt and turned it on. “This should show us what direction and how far away Emma is.” Her heart fell as the direction was west, away from Gotham, and already twenty miles away.

Supergirl was now dressed. Batgirl dipped Linda’s top into a puddle of clear water and used it as a wash cloth to remove what cum stains she could see. Then she said, “Let’s fly. You carry me and I’ll direct you.”

Supergirl picked up Batgirl, but it was obvious by how much effort she put into it that she was still weak from the drug (and more so from the multiple orgasms). She ran a few steps and leapt into the air, but she climbed only about ten feet before she descended rapidly. She barely kept her feet as the ground rushed up to greet her.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” Supergirl whined.

Strange, Batgirl thought. Just like me, she’s weakened.

“We’ll have to take the Bat-Scooter,” Batgirl said and led Supergirl to the bushes where the scooter remained hidden. Supergirl sat behind Batgirl and the two sped off away from campus, Batgirl praying that Emma would not get out of range before she could catch up. Fortunately, the scooter could go pretty fast on a clear road, which she had once she got out of the main streets of Gotham.

Will Batgirl and Supergirl be able to find and save Emma before Ransom can present his demands to Jakes? Stay tuned.

Chapter 3

Our story so far: While trying to protect Emma Jakes, daughter of billionaire high tech inventor, Supergirl and Batgirl get sidetracked and gangbanged by two different groups of college kids. Many orgasms later, they find themselves weak and confused. Emma has been taken and is already twenty miles away, heading west. Can they find her before she is further victimized by the evil Ransom?

Once Batgirl had gotten out of Gotham, she ran her scooter flat-out, about 70 MPH. It was late enough that there was not much traffic. She had her tracking monitor attached to the handlebars. The distance away was down to five miles, but she was puzzled. They had been riding for almost an hour and the tracker had originally indicated she was about 20 miles away. That meant Emma was in a vehicle heading west.

Supergirl had suggested they notify Batman and Superman. They could fly faster than the girls were riding. But Batgirl was afraid that Emma had just met some guy who had suggested they go for a ride in the country. She did not want the embarrassment of having Superman fly down to find Emma making out in the back seat of some rich college student’s car. Besides, after their defeat at the hands of mere college students, Batgirl wanted to capture the criminals without any help from the men. She had to prove girl heroes could do anything the men could do. She tried not to think about the fact that Supergirl’s powers were obviously not full strength and Batgirl herself was exhausted from her multiples orgasms.

Supergirl was troubled by her own thoughts. Her memory began to improve with the cold night air. Little by little, she remembered the gang rape she had just endured. It was her first sexual experience. She had hoped her first time would be with someone she loved, in a romantic setting, not by a pack of punk kids tied to a table in a fraternity attic. After the boys had finished with her, they charged other boys ten dollars each for the chance to rape her. Those who fucked her in the ass paid more. Some paid less and she had to suck them off and swallow the cum. She prayed that someone would rescue her, but no one did. She was bitter that after all the times she had fought to save lives, when she needed saving, no one cared.

Batgirl began calling out the distance to their target every mile closer they got. When they were closing in at less than a mile, both superheroines began to prepare themselves mentally for a fight and to scan the road ahead for anything unusual. Supergirl was not sure if her powers were coming back, but she practiced looking through Batgirl’s head and found her x-ray vision at least was working. She did not ache so much now, although she still felt a little weak. She prayed she would be able to deliver when the time came. Inwardly she was hoping Batgirl was right about Emma being on a date.

Then they saw the taillights of a large van ahead, as the indicator counted down the distance now in hundreds of feet. Batgirl scanned the van for clues. There were no bumper stickers or other signage on the back. It was a dirty white and a few years old. Not the kind of vehicle she would expect a college student to use to take a hot date out for a drive in the country. But what if he wanted a place for … sex?

“I’m going to try to pass on the right. See if Emma is in the passenger’s side. If not, we need to stop the van without crashing it. How are you feeling?”

“I feel much stronger now,” Supergirl said with conviction.

“Could you fly?”

“I think so. My X-ray vision is working and my hearing is sharp, so I’d hope the rest is okay.”

“Well be careful. Don’t try anything too daring until you know what you can do. These guys are probably not expecting us, so we should have the element of surprise.”

“Until they see we’re Batgirl and Supergirl riding a scooter,” Supergirl muttered softly.

Batgirl gunned her supercharged scooter engine and moved up almost to the bumper of the van. She was about to dart to the right and pass when something blossomed from the back bumper of the van. It was a net that was attached to a metal bar as wide as the van which had been ejected upward so that it came down behind the scooter. As soon as the bar hit the pavement, another cable pulled it quickly back to the back bumper, completely encircling the dolls of daring and causing them to spill sideways and get dragged behind the van.

The van slowed quickly and shifted to the shoulder. Batgirl had activated knives that she had hidden in one of the fringes of each glove, but the net was made out of a tough but flexible material that was hard to cut. Meanwhile, Supergirl was trying to get a hold on the net to tear it, but it was constructed in such a way that if she pulled on the net, the strands shifted but did not break.

Once the van stopped, the back doors opened and two men got out of the front of the van and pushed the two superheroines up into the van. Inside were two other guys and Emma. She was hogtied and gagged and stashed under a blanket. One of the guys had a blackjack and used it to KO Batgirl. The other guy had a spray container which he used to hit Supergirl in the face with a shower of a pink watery liquid. He sprayed it on her shoulders, back, arms, legs, ass, anywhere he could.

Supergirl struggled to get untangled enough to rip the net apart, but the more she struggled, the weaker she felt.

Before long, Supergirl was again weak as a kitten. The spray had kryptonite dissolved into the liquid which caused the skin to absorb the kryptonite into her bloodstream. Now the two guys began to task of unwrapping Supergirl and Batgirl from the net. They both wore uniforms of a beer delivery company that had brought cases of beer to the party. Their name patches identified them as Greg and Barry. Greg was about thirty, with a strong tall body, whose only short-coming was a growing beer belly. He had short dark hair and a thick moustache. Barry was shorter with more of a fireplug build, blond hair, and a two-day growth of beard stubble.

Neither spoke as they worked. They seemed to be following a rehearsed procedure for they helped each other without having to say anything about what they were trying to do.

Once they had the women out of the net, they quickly set about securing them before they could attempt anything. They rolled them both onto their stomachs and pulled their hands back to cross behind their backs. They reached into a duffel bag full of equipment and pulled out two sets of elaborate handcuffs. They consisted of long cylinders that covered their forearms when closed around them and secured with an electronic lock. The cuffs only needed to be brought together and a special coded rod inserted into a hole and electromagnets were activated that automatically secured one to the other. A ball of metal was then placed over their hands and attached to the cuff, so they appeared to wearing a pair of odd metal mittens.

Similar cuffs were put on their ankles and the ankle cuffs bent back to touch the arm cuffs where they latched onto each other to complete the hogtie. The cuffs were state-of-the-art technology and impossible for a human, even an extraordinary one like Batman or Batgirl, to escape from without the key. Supergirl would normally be able to rip them apart, but she was now too weak, although she felt her strength coming back again, the longer they worked on her. Before she could break free, however, the men put something like a choker around her neck. It had kryptonite in it and she was again reduced to the strength of a weak human.

She was about to attempt to talk to the men, but they popped ball-gags into the heroines’ mouths and secured them tightly behind their necks. It was about this time that Batgirl regained consciousness. She struggled against the bonds and looked around, her green eyes flashing with anger and fear. As she took in her situation, her spirits sank. She could see Emma and realized that now Supergirl and she were also kidnapped. She still had her cowl masking her face, but she would be helpless to prevent its removal. She realized with a shiver through her loins that she was also helpless to prevent them from doing anything else they wanted.

She wanted to activate the device in her belt buckle that would send out an SOS and provide a tracking target for Superman and Batman. But she could not reach her belt. But she had considered this possibility and programmed the device to send the signal automatically if she did not hit the reset button each time it vibrated. She just had to wait for it to go off.

Next the guys pulled out odd devices that looked like Plexiglas ping pong paddles with electronic handles. The activated them and began to look at the women from every angle, turning them on their sides and exposing their stomachs. Greg swept the paddle over Batgirl’s belt and it started beeping and flashing. He unbuckled the belt and extracted it from her. He pried open the buckle and smashed the electronics inside. Batgirl’s hopes of rescue took a nosedive.

They also removed tracking signal from Emma’s earring and the communicators looped over their ears, completely isolating them from their superhero comrades. They were alone with the kidnappers.

Having disconnected all their electronic gizmos, Barry and Greg sat back and lit up cigarettes. They talked about a change that their company had made in their beer delivery schedule and other small talk that had nothing to do with Ransom or the kidnapping. It was like they were delivering beer instead of human beings.

But then, as they stubbed out their cigarettes, their eyes fell, as if for the first time, on Supergirl and Batgirl, each lying on her side with her hands and feet secured behind her. Their breasts were thrust outward, pressing hard against the fabric of their costumes. Impressions of their nipples were clearly visible.

The men’s eyes glazed over a little and when they refocused, their looks hardened into leering perverts. “Let’s see what we’ve got here. We may not be allowed to go for a test-ride but we can sure check what’s under the hood,” Greg said and crawled on his hands and knees up to Batgirl.

“Always was partial to blondes,” Barry said and approached Supergirl.

Batgirl squirmed as Greg knelt near her head. He stroked her thick red hair and ran a finger under her chin. She thought he was going to remove her mask, but his hands moved instead to her breasts. She shuddered as he clamped his large hands over her hooters and began to squeeze and jiggle them. “Love them D-cup ladies,” he murmured as he continued to play with her boobs. He looked for a way to expose them, and found the seams that had been hidden by her belt. He unzipped the connection of the top to the bottom. Slowly, grinning like an idiot, he shoved up on the gray fabric with the yellow bat emblazoned on it. He stopped once he could see the bottoms of her breasts peaking out. He slid his hands under the fabric and rubbed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and squeezed them again. Then he shifted the top so her tits were fully exposed.

He gazed at them for a while, as Batgirl’s face turned red. She was being stripped and groped for the second time in one night. She tugged again at the restraints and pushed at the gag with her tongue. Greg just snickered. Then she realized that she was actually a little impatient about the fact that Greg was not fondling her breasts. Her eyes went a little wider as she realized how aroused she was getting.

Meanwhile, over on Supergirl’s side of the van, Barry was also enjoying handfuls of superheroine mammaries. He had shifted Supergirl’s white top with the red S up to her shoulders and back behind her head, so that he could see everything above her skirt. He marveled at how creamy smooth her complexion was and touched her skin just to enjoy the soft touch. When he squeezed her tits, they were firm, yet definitely natural.

Supergirl tried to distract herself from the indignities by trying to remember the names of all the members of the superheroes union. But as Barry pulled her short red skirt up and slid his fingers down behind the front of her panties, she could not ignore his invasion of her most private place. Tears glistened along her blond eyelashes. Then, as Barry’s fingers began to caress her clit and part her labia, she felt herself flush and go wet.

After amusing himself with her pussy he yanked her red panties down to her knees. Supergirl shuddered as he moved his face toward her yellow triangle, tongue lolling out. “Gonna find out what Superpussy tastes like,” he quipped to his partner. Supergirl’s back went rigid as she felt his warm wet mouth enclose her pussy. His tongue pushed against her clit, licking it from all sides. It went hard almost immediately. Barry sucked on the nubbin and pressed it with his lips as his tongue lapped over the tip.

“Mmmmmmm,” Supergirl moaned as her insides began to tingle.

Then Barry’s tongue plowed down into the crevice of her pussy, his lips sucking on her labia. “MMNNNGgggngn,” she groaned as her back arched and her breasts trembled.

Greg was doing some serious muff-diving of his own, having peeled Batgirl’s tights down to her knees. He had his face buried in her crotch, his mouth slurping and sucking at her pussy. He was positioned so he could grind his crotch against her face and could feel her breasts pressing against his stomach.

Batgirl was moaning into her gag as well, alternating long deep “MMMMmmmmMmGGHGH’s” with short yips.

Then he abruptly stopped, swearing, “Damn, I can’t get at it like this.” He fetched the release key and decoupled her feet from wrists. Then he dragged her over to the van wall and was about to release her hands, when he thought better of it. He pulled back and smiled. Then without warning, he punched Batgirl hard in the solar plexus, driving the wind out of her and leaving her gasping for breath through her nose. Then he unclasped her hands and lifted her so her hands were near the ceiling. He reactivated the magnets and her hands were stuck to the wall, with her ass about a foot off the floor.

He uncoupled her ankles and spread her legs to the sides and stuck them to the wall near the floor. The way he did it left her hips thrust forward. Just as she was getting her wind back, she felt his mouth attack her fully exposed pussy. Now he really went to it, running his tongue from asshole to clit.

“MMNGGGGGAAAAGGAAAMM!” Batgirl grimaced as her pussy began to burn with pleasure. ‘I can’t hold out much longer,’ she thought.

Barry had also grown frustrated with the way Supergirl’s bonds limited access to her snatch. He found a length of rope and looped it under her knee and pulled her knee up and to the side, spreading her thighs as much as the restraints would allow. “Come to papa,” he said and moved in to eat Supergirl’s cunt.

Now the back of the van reverberated with the sounds of gagged moans of mounting ecstasy. Greg could sense the orgasm tightening for release in Batgirl’s washboard abs. He reached up and began to twiddle her nipples as he continued to lick her pussy faster and faster.

Barry had inserted three fingers of one hand into Supergirl’s cunt and was pumping them in and out as he sucked her clit. His other hand went to her ass and an index finger wormed its way into her ass hole. Supergirl’s hips began to buck like a bronco as she neared orgasm.

Batgirl’s back curled as much as her restraints would allow, her head lolled back, and her eyes rolled upward as she made increasingly higher pitched squeals, capped of with husky exhalations mingled with moans that got softer and softer. Greg, who had his arms wrapped around her strong thighs and his hands clamped on her firm butt, sucked and slurped as Batgirl’s tight pussy gave forth with the joy-juice. He pulled away with cum glistening from his upper lip to his chin.

Supergirl was grinding her hips into Barry’s face as she came, making lower pitched groans that blossomed and then faded, leaving her face and breasts flush and her stomach quivering like jello.

Barry and Greg slapped palms together in celebration. They smoked another cigarette, leaving the two women with their pussy’s exposed and glistening, their tits jiggling gently as their breathing returned to normal.

Batgirl noticed again that she felt very weak. Supergirl, already weak from the Kryptonite collar, felt exhausted.

When the men had finished their cigarettes, they agreed to switch off. Barry shifted Batgirl’s magnetic manacles so she was on her back with her arms clamped to the floor above her head and her feet clamped together and locked to the metal floor, as if she were tied to the rack.

Greg unhooked Supergirl’s manacles and positioned her the same way right next to Batgirl, so that their shoulders were rubbing. Batgirl’s breasts were now pointing up and remarkably they spread very little to the sides as gravity could not overcome her firm tit-flesh. Supergirl’s were only slightly smaller, a C cup to Batgirl’s D.

The men dropped their pants and underwear, their cocks stiff and engorged. Both women feared the worst, but instead of fucking them, the men straddled their stomachs and laid their thick manhood on their chests between their breasts. The men both tugged at the nipples of the superheroines. Batgirl’s were a light pink color, with wide areola and pert nipples standing at attention. Supergirl’s were darker and more compact, although her nipples rose as high as Batgirl’s.

In unison, the men slapped the breasts of the woman under them around their cocks and began to fuck their glorious tits. To Batgirl, this was almost more humiliating than a straight fuck, as she had to watch as the purple headed cock poked out from between her cleavage and fell back again. If she closed her eyes or looked away, Barry would pinch her nipples fiercely until she again was watching him rape her tits.

Greg copied Barry’s approach and slapped Supergirl’s face if she looked away or closed her eyes. The men grunted and thrust and it was not long before the tips of their cocks were glistening with pre-cum. Then a few more furious pumps and they both began to come with many a gasp and groan. The jets of cum splashed directly into Batgirl’s and Supergirl’s faces, leaving long ropes of cum criss-crossing their pretty features. More cum splattered on their necks and chests. The guys slapped the tits around a bit and then retreated for another cigarette.

About then, the van began to slow and pulled to the side of the road. Batgirl and Supergirl both had the same hope, that a cop was stopping them for speeding and that they would be rescued. But instead, the two guys who had been in the front seats came in the side and insisted that they get a piece of the action. Barry and Greg pulled on their pants and dragged themselves to the front and the van pulled away again.

The other two guys were a bit younger, about college age. They indulged in tit-fucking first, as long as the women were positioned so nicely for it. Batgirl and Supergirl both found that this second rape was getting them seriously aroused in spite of how disgusted they were to be humiliated like this. The guys came and left more cum dripping on the faces of Batgirl and Supergirl. They did not clean it up and instead dropped down to eat their luscious pussies. It did not take long to make them cum again.

Then Barry called back that they would arrive in twenty minutes and they should finish up and prep the victims for arrival. The guys maneuvered the now docile fem fatales so their faces were an inch apart and removed the ball gags. They were instructed to lick the cum off of each other.

Batgirl hated the taste of cum but she did her best to lick it off, for Supergirl’s sake. She was saddened to see Supergirl’s lovely features covered in white gobs of cum. Supergirl did the same. When they were done, the men pulled them apart and laid them on their backs. They knelt over them and dangled something long and glistening in front of their faces.

“Suck on these, cunts!” one of them ordered and thrust what turned out to be thick, realistic looking dildos into their mouths and shifted them back and fourth, getting spit all over the end. Then they pulled them out and moved down to their pussies and shoved the big dick replicas all the way in so the ends were flush with their pussy lips. Then another set were lubricated in the same way and forced rudely into their ass holes. They attached something with thin straps to the bases of the dildos and secured the straps around their hips so that the dildos would not slip out. Then, with sadistic grins, they touched the base of the dildos and they started to vibrate.

The balls from the ball-gags were removed and in their place, a third dildo was forced into Batgirl’s and Supergirl’s mouths and secured, so they had to struggle sometimes to avoid gagging. Finally, the superheroines felt something cold clamp onto each nipple. The pressure was not enough to cause significant pain, but then, once in place, they too began to vibrate and from time to time, send a pulse of electricity from one breast to the other.

The men restored the superheroines’ costumes to their normal positions. Batgirl’s belt-pouches were emptied of anything useful and the belt re-secured around the seams of her costume. Their restraints were once again secured behind their backs, hogtied fashion. They were left on their stomachs as the van jounced down a bumpy road and, after another ten minutes, drew to a halt.

What cruel fate awaits our deflowered damsels? What will Ransom demand for their release? Or does he have other plans? How has the shift in the universe altered Ransom’s perverted plans? Stay tuned.

Chapter 4

Our Story So Far: Batgirl and Supergirl, having caught up with the van that contained the kidnapped Emma Jakes, were captured without a fight by a net and pulled into the van, where their captors immobilized them, groped them, exposed them, ate them to orgasms, and then tit-fucked them, leaving them dripping with cum. Approaching a rendezvous, the heroines were cleaned up and re-costumed, but not before huge vibrating dildos are forced into their tight cunts and secured in place. Are more crippling orgasms in store for the bound bimbos? What do you think?

Batgirl and Supergirl heard muffled voices outside the van. Supergirl tried to activate her super-hearing, but could only hear the thumping of her heart. Then the door opened and it was obvious that rescue was not imminent. A new group of men entered the van. These wore coveralls with colorful panels and patches with corporate names and logos all over them. Black cloth bags were put over the heads of the trussed-up terrorizers of thiefdom. They lifted the two women and carried them a short distance and handed them up to someone new. The exchange took only a minute and then doors slammed and the floor under them again began to vibrate, indicating they were again in a moving vehicle.

They lay on the floor, trying to recoup their strength. It was clear to both of them that orgasms were draining them of energy and strength. Supergirl tried to use her x-ray vision to look through her hood, but could not penetrate a thin layer of cloth. They could hear soft conversation elsewhere, but it seemed rather distant, as if in another room of a house. As they lay on the floor, they began to feel the effects of the vibrators that filled their pussies, asses, and mouths, and which buzzed away around their nipples. Batgirl wiggled her hips, trying to get the dildo to shift out, but it only made it push against her g-spot, eliciting a “MMMmMMmnnFff” from the cowled crusader.

Supergirl struggled to use her strength to force the dildo out, squeezing as hard as she could with the muscles around her cunt, but in her weakened state, with the kryptonite still pressed against her throat, this only made the vibrations tickle her more deeply. They tried to ignore the sensations, but without success as their insides began to coil for yet another orgasm. They came almost simultaneously, wiggling their tight asses and arching their backs, moans escaping like cum squirting from a man’s cock.

As their pleasure subsided, the vibrators, now surrounded by female cum, began to hiss softly. The girls prayed for deliverance, thankful at least that no one was evidently watching. They were unaware of video cameras on tripods taking in each squirm and jiggle and moan, as six bright spotlights bathed the costumed heroines in a warm circle of light.

Before long, voices grew louder and footsteps reverberated in the metal floor beneath the trussed up Batgirl and Supergirl. Someone apparently had the key to their techno-cuffs, as they decoupled feet from hands and lifted the women off the floor. Their arms, still cuffed together were pulled back and they were set so a metal pipe about an inch thick held them up under their armpits. A similar pipe, lower and forward from the other, pushed up under their knees. Then the cuffs were released at Batgirl’s arms and feet, but she could not struggle free as one pair of hands held each of her limbs. They bent each knee under the bar and locked each wrist-cuff onto the ankle cuff on the same side. The bars held her so her torso was inclined backwards about thirty degrees and she could scarcely move at all. Supergirl was trussed to the pipes in a similar fashion. Then their knees were spread as far apart as possible and secured with stout rope. The girls were pinioned like butterflies in a collector’s specimen case, their thigh muscles rippling taut, their breasts thrust out and jiggling.

Finally the hoods were removed and they squinted into the bright spotlights that were aimed at them from above and the sides. As their eyes adjusted, they saw that they were apparently in some kind of moving automotive repair shop. In fact, they were in the trailer of a big-rig that was transporting the stock-car racing team of Brad “Big” Johnson, one of the leading drivers in the stock-car racing circuit. The men standing back and gawking at their captives were the mechanics and pit crew, with Brad standing toward the back, smoking a cigar. The men had the same somewhat vacant look in their eyes that the beer delivery guys had. To one side, they could just glimpse Emma, tied to a folding chair and gagged.

The dildos and nipple vibrators were still buzzing away and their tight bondage made it hard to focus on anything but the monsters wriggling away inside them. The men enjoyed the spectacle and quietly placed bets as to which heroine would come first. Those who bet on Batgirl won as her body erupted into waves of spasms that worked their way from her cunt up to her shoulders and down to her knees, as if invisible hands were rubbing rapidly up and down her body. Supergirl came a minute later. Her costume was now soaked in sweat. Her skirt could not quite cover her panties in this position, and cum actually formed drops and fell to the floor.

Someone laughed and stepped forward and pressed the buttons on each dildo and vibrator, giving them some respite, but leaving the two super-cunts stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. The man stepped back so the glazed eyes of Batgirl and Supergirl could see him. It was Big Johnson. He could have gotten his nickname from his tall, muscular frame, or perhaps from his ego, which was legendary. Other sources of the name would remain speculation for a little longer.

He pulled his cigar from his mouth and dusted the red coals of tobacco off to extinguish it before he pocketed it. When he spoke, it was with a thick South Carolina accent. “Ma goo’ness, but don’t y’all look ah sight!” He chuckled. “Reminds me uv ah couple ah roast chickens on ah ro-tis-ser-ee. Comfy? Hell, we’ll show y’all a good time. We got ahll night! Take us that long ta get ta Talledega. Ah can see y’all’s motors are runnin’ but we’ll fahne tune them thar puppies real good, doncha worry y’all none.”

Everyone laughed and Batgirl noticed that all the guy’s crotches were bulging. It did not look good.

“Now, y’all are prob’ly wond’rin’ why we’re haulin’ ass with Batgirl and Supergirl and that other sweet piece o’ ass. Well, I’ll tell you.” As he spoke his last sentence, his Southern accent faded and he spoke articulate English, as the Brits speak it. His voice also rose a bit. Batgirl frowned as she studied the man. Supergirl watched through eyes that were mostly closed. She was almost too weak to keep her head up.

“I am Ransom,” Johnson said. Then he paused and one of the mechanics said, “I am Ransom.” The tone and accent were identical. In turn, each of the men identified himself as Ransom.

“Who can this be, you ask? Hive consciousness? Androids?” He shook his head. “It is mind control. I’ll tell you about it, because I feel sure that you will not be able to share the information with anyone. Yes, I know, the usual ‘Super-villain’ conceit.” He made quote marks with his fingers as the said Super-villain. “Why do we do it? Because you superheroes are the only ones who can appreciate what I’ve accomplished.”

“I had had a stroke, and was barely able to communicate my wishes, but I paid for a secret operation using stolen government technology— that would be the British government, of course. The doctor’s think the operation was a failure, as I fell into a coma from which I have yet to recover. In fact the operation unlocked an ability to let my mind roam free and to inhabit any body I choose. The doctor’s have kept my body alive and I since I have been exploring and experiencing life as never before.

“I won’t bore you with the details, but after fulfilling most of my fantasies, I began to prepare the world to be reshaped according to my wishes. I am setting the stage, and these kidnappings, while they have some intrinsic value to my operation, were mainly staged to draw in the meta-human element.”

Johnson moved up to Batgirl. He turned the dildos in her cunt and ass back on. Batgirl struggled to keep her body in control. She forced herself to make eye contact and remain defiant. “Now, you may wonder, why, if I can control people, would I not simply control you directly, make you come to me?” Johnson paused and poked one of Batgirl’s bulging breasts playfully. “Meta-humans, it turns out, are immune to my power. I don’t know why, but there you are. So I’ve had to get others to help me.” He gestured to the mechanics around him. “Since I can’t neutralize you directly, I will disgrace you in front of the country. People will begin to lose faith in you costumed clowns and my job will become easier and easier.”

Johnson strolled over to a desk where a young man was hunched over a computer terminal. When he spoke next, the Southern accent was back. “Y’all ‘il notice, we’re tapin’ this little event. It’s goin’ out ta the Internet raht naow.” He laughed and strolled up to Supergirl. “What’sa matter, Supahgurl? Sleepy? Well, I’ll wake y’all up.” He clamped hands on her breasts and mashed them around in circles under her damp white top. Then he reached behind her head and undid the gag and let it fall. When her mouth was free, he enjoyed the view of her saliva covered lips before pressing his lips to hers and exploring her mouth with his tongue.

Supergirl did perk up with this new violation of her body, and she tried to will her body to bite his tongue off, but even her jaw muscles were weak and she could not.

Johnson backed off and invited a man with a hand-held video-camera move forward to get close-ups of her face. He then slowly panned down her body as Johnson fondled her breasts and lifted her skirt to show her cum-darkened panties. While the camera was focused on her twat, Johnson pulled the red panty fabric between her legs to one side and unsnapped the dildo and removed the strap. Then he said, “Now Supahgurl, how’s about y’all show us yo supah strength and push this little ol’ dildo out of yo cunt.”

Supergirl did want to do this, to get the thing from her sore pussy, but try as she might, the thing barely budged. Johnson laughed and had the camera focus on her kryptonite choker. “Complements of Luthah Entahprises,” he bragged. “Well, looks lahk we’re gonna have ta’ he’p her out.”

The camera man moved down to her well-stuffed pussy and Johnson began to slowly pull it out. He gestured for everyone to be quiet and a hush fell over the room. As inch after inch of latex cock slithered out of Supergirl’s pussy, a soft slurping sound began to grow in volume as air rushed in to replace the dildo. With a flourish, he yanked the last two inches out and a distinct “ssschhhluuppt” sound punctuated the gesture. The camera zoomed in on Supergirl’s exposed pussy as it did not completely close up, leaving a small opening which was dripping a light liquid. Then he pulled the other dildo out of her ass.

Johnson held out his hand and someone slapped a big hunting knife into it. He slipped the blade under her skirt and up to the waist-band. With a grunt, he jerked the knife away from her and the skirt parted and fell to the floor, leaving her red panties pulled askew beneath. Johnson next worked on her costume top. He positioned the knife under the “S” emblem and forced the blade to emerge and split the symbol of truth, justice, and the American way. Supergirl felt embarrassed that she could not prevent the desecration of the symbol that Superman had worked so hard to establish. The knife sliced down through the white fabric and then up to the neck. Two more deft strokes and the top fell next to the sundered skirt. Another slip of the knife and her red cape fell as well. Supergirl was now naked except for the red panties that only partly concealed her pussy. Moments later, they fell as well, leaving only her red boots.

The camera moved forward and panned down Supergirl’s sweat-soaked body, her skin glistening, her face flush with embarrassment. It lingered over her blond bush and then slowly backed off.

Johnson moved next to Batgirl. “Where shall I start?” he murmured to her. She was near orgasm again because of the vibrating dildos. He playfully tapped the knife near her tits, then down toward her belt, then up to her cape. Finally he pricked at the stiff leather of her black bat-cowl. Batgirl’s green eyes widened as he knew they would. “Ah wondah who’s hiddin’ undah that mask. We can find out rahght now.” He moved the mask slightly, but then relented. “In time, mah dear, in time.”

“You see,” he continued, as he slipped the knife under the neck of her grey tights, just at the neck. “We’ve got a poll goin’ tah find out whether to let y’all go or somethin’ else, somethin’ more fun. If’n yor loyal fans rally roun’, then ah’ll spare ya.” The knife sliced slowly down her front, through the yellow bat and toward her belt. Her cleavage came into view, but her costume continued to cling to her breasts, barely covering the nipples.

Johnson unhooked her belt and cut the costume down to her crotch. He cut off her cape and finally slipped the shreds of fabric clinging to her tits to the side, revealing her D-cup beauties for all on the Internet to see. He ripped at the costume until the only parts remaining were parts of her sleeves up to her elbows and her tights from the knees down.

He next attended to her dildos. She too was unable to force either dildo from her body, so he jerked the toys out and laughed at the wet slurping sounds and enjoyed the close-up video of her quivering pussy and asshole. He playfully blew on her bush and the stimulation almost made Batgirl cum. Her stomach muscles rippled as she struggled to keep control, but her clit rose above her trimmed red bush and she knew she would not be able to hold out long. But he relented and stood back.

He turned a couple of flat-screen monitors so the defenseless superheroines could see what was showing on the internet. There was a site for Batgirl and one for Supergirl, each showing the percent votes for each option. Batgirl’s heart sunk as she read “11%” as the percent voting for setting her free. The other choices were ‘rape’ and ‘death’. She was slightly relieved that 73% were voting for rape, leaving 16% voting for death. She felt even more betrayed than before at the college.

Supergirl’s monitor gave similar results. More had voted for freedom, 16% with another 5% voting for death. Supergirl focused all her energy on trying to activate her superpowers, but the kryptonite was having none of that.

“Votin’ll close in another fahve minutes,” Johnson announced. “Meanwhile, we’ve got somethin’ else to do.” Without saying a word, three mechanics walked over and carried the trussed up Emma front and center. She was still clothed, but her arms were crossed behind her back and secured with a rope that looped around her neck, her shoulders, and above and below her bust. More rope secured her knees and ankles. A strip of silver duct tape covered her mouth. White nylon rope tied her elbows and ankles to the metal chair. She was conscious and glaring at her captors as the video camera focused on her.

“Our new votin’ window is openin’ now just for Emmet Jakes. If’n yah don’ want her ta get the same treatment as our lovely heroines here, ya’ll start downloadin’ the technology specifications for the weapon yor developin’ for the gommint, tha one what can shut down anythin’ ‘lectronic from up ta a mile away. If’n the files are not downloadin’ by the time we’re done fuckin’ these other cunts, we’ll start in on yo’ lovely daughtah.”

“Now, the votin’ is closed on Batgirl and Supahgirl, and the verdict is …” he glanced at the monitors dramatically and said, “Rape! Hot dahg, I’m sho’ glad yo’ fans think so well uv y’all! All’s left ta determine is which one to start on. Vote for which bitch y’all want us to mess up first! Y’all got five minutes.”

While the votes started to mount, the men set up Internet cameras so that the viewers could pick their superheroine and the camera angle to view. There were cameras on each, with one camera looking up from the floor at their bare asses dangling like ripe fruit a few feet above the floor, another from above looking down at their tits and cunt regions, and a third looking at them from the side. While these were set up and tested, Johnson amused himself by inspecting the bodies on display, poking breasts, probing into their wet cunts, and making them lick the pussy juice off his fingers. Then he removed the nipple clamp vibrators on their plump nipples and watched as the superheroines grimaced in pain.

“The time’s up and the first one ta’ get raped is … Batgirl, by a whopping 76%! Okay, so now which hole do we rape first?” A new set of choices was presented to the viewers and Batgirl watched in horror as the numbers mounted. There were now thousands of viewers and the votes were streaming in. The choices were her cunt, ass, mouth, and tits. She was mortified to see that her ass was winning by a landslide.

Five minutes later, Johnson stood next to Batgirl and smirked. “Yo’ lovin’ fans sho’ do luv yo ass, Batgirl. Guess it’s time to give the people what they want.”

He unzipped the front of his jumpsuit and dropped the suit off his upper body. He had a muscular, hairy chest and a six-pack set of abs. Batgirl hated to look but could not take her eyes off him as he opened the crotch of the suit to reveal his cock. It was indeed a big Johnson. The race driver stroked his mostly erect cock and soon it was looking hard and even bigger.

“Please, no!” Batgirl pleaded as he moved toward her ass where it dangled from the metal bars. She tugged at her restraints, although she knew it was hopeless. She could tell she was getting some of her strength back, but not enough to break free. Then Johnson pushed the tip of his cock up to her ass hole. He reached a hand up and held it palm up under her chin. “Spit if’n yah want it ta go in wet.” Batgirl hated to cooperate, especially with the cameras covering her from every angle, but she did not want to have her ass dry-humped, so she worked up as much spit as she could and let it dribble over her lower lip and down her chin into the waiting hand.

Johnson slapped the saliva over the head of his cock and began to wedge it into the brown star below Batgirl’s cunt. The camera below her ass zoomed in as the cock began to spread the sphincter wider and wider. The camera on Batgirl’s face caught her grimaces and a mike picked up her moans of pain. She tried to keep her face steady and impassionate, but the pain of Johnson’s huge log was too much. She moaned and cried out, “No! Ohhhh! Please! Stop! AAAAHHHHAHAHAHGG!” Johnson rammed his cock all the way to the hilt and reached around to cup her ass cheeks as he prepared to begin reaming her.

Batgirl closed her eyes and let her head back, but someone slipped a choke-chain collar around her neck and Johnson yanked the chain tight. “Watch me, bitch! Watch, or I’ll choke you blue!”

Batgirl tried to cough but could not get a breath. She jerked her head up and looked at Johnson, gloating in triumph as he loosened the chain. Then he gripped her ass again and pulled back, letting his cock slither part-way out. With a vicious thrust, he pushed forward while pulling her ass back. Her tits jiggled with the jolt and she cried out again. “GGGAAAaAaaHA!”

Supergirl looked over and guiltily thought how glad she was that Batgirl was going first. She watched as the muscular, young woman’s body was pounded by Johnson’s huge cock. Batgirl’s ass cheeks vibrated with each ram and her whole body spasmed. She had stopped crying out, but it was obvious from her furrowed brow that it was hurting her a lot.

Supergirl’s respite was short-lived. Johnson glanced over and said, “Enjoyin’ the show? Well, don’t be jealous. Ben, where do the people want us to fuck Supahgirl first?”

The tech said, “Ass is winning 2 to 1.”

Johnson said, “Max! Attend to the people’s wishes.”

Supergirl froze as a tall mechanic with blond hair and wide shoulders unzipped his jumpsuit as he walked up to the naked woman of Steel (more like beef, by now, of course). He lubed his own cock with his spit and lost no time pushing it roughly into Supergirl’s exposed ass hole. “This shouldn’t hurt y’all none, Supergurl,” he said as he began to bugger her with abandon.

It did hurt Supergirl, however, in her weakened state. It was all the more difficult because she had never felt pain until these past few hours. Max grabbed her tits rather than her ass to keep her body from rocking like a child’s swing as he fucked her ass. He laughed as she cried out. “NNNNOOoooAhaah ha!”

It was not very long before Johnson began to come. He pulled out of Batgirl’s ass at the last moment and let the spunk spray up her stomach and splash her tits. The guys in the van applauded and Johnson grinned at them and laughed at the disgusted look on Batgirl’s face. He strolled around behind her and pulled her head back with the chain. Her head dangled down upside down and was confronted by his soiled cock pointing toward her mouth. She knew what he wanted and kept her mouth shut, but he just pulled hard on the chain and she began to choke. In desperation she opened her mouth. He loosened the chain, but before she could get a good breath, his cock rammed into the back of her throat and forced itself into the tight moist tunnel of her throat. She gagged and struggled. Johnson let her suffer for five seconds before pulled his cock back. Batgirl gasped as the air rushed into her oxygen starved lungs. Then his cock rammed into her mouth again.

The cameras were getting close-up shots of her abuse. Meanwhile, Supergirl was getting a load of spunk into her ass. The upward pointing camera recorded the view from underneath as Max withdrew his cock and the cum dribbled down toward the camera, dripping to the floor inches from the cam.

Before Batgirl had finished cleaning Johnson’s Johnson, another mechanic moved up to between her spread legs. He pushed his cock into her cunt and began to rape her a second time. When Johnson stepped back from her head, another guy took his place and began to force-fuck her mouth.

Supergirl also gained two new rapists, plundering her cunt and mouth. Meanwhile, all around the world, amazed and horny guys and not a few women got to watch their favorite angle.

Batgirl had been so shocked by her predicament and frightened about what might happen to her, that she had not been sexually aroused by her first rape. But as she realized that she was going to be neither killed nor tortured, only raped, her focus moved to the sensations of her pussy and mouth. The cock in her pussy was both thick and long. Her cunt had become well lubricated by her many orgasms, and so each thrust glided smoothly into her, spreading her tight twat, the tip pummeling her uterus. The thick shaft pulled her vagina in and out and the heat of the friction became magnified by her growing arousal. His balls were slapping against her ass and even her clitoris was getting a workout.

Meanwhile, the man ramming his cock into her mouth was filling her nostrils with the scent of musk and his balls were slapping her forehead. Somehow the rhythmic pounding of the penis at the back of her throat seemed to echo the similar attack on her cunt. On top of it all, both men were gripping her large tits firmly and massaging them, pinching the nipples.

She groaned as she felt the tell-tale tingle like an electric current rise along her spine. Waves of warmth followed, flowing up her torso. She prayed the guys would get off and withdraw before she came on camera with the whole world watching. Her cunt rapist rammed into her with the regularity of a cam shaft in a well-oiled engine, but he did not come. Batgirl began to moan although she tried not to. Every jolt of her body from the throbbing pistons at her mouth and pussy wrenched another deep-throated groan. It was muffled somewhat by the cock in her mouth, but then he came and the semen began to spurt into the back of her throat. She swallowed frantically but a good deal of cum gushed up around the cock as it withdrew halfway. The white goo dribbled down her cheeks and into her red locks. Some of rolled up her face and toward her eyes under her black mask.

With the cock no longer filling her mouth, her moans grew louder and more intense. “mMMhgmnnn! Hhhhrrhrhggh! Oooorhghr! Oh shi-eeeorghh!”

The men watching in the back of the truck laughed at her predicament. Her face burned with embarrassment but she could not help herself.

Then it hit her like a tsunami, the most intense orgasm she had every experienced. She gave out a keening wail as her entire body seemed to seize up. Tied as she was to the two metal bars, her stomach and chest rose and fell like a child’s jump rope. The sudden contractions of her pussy around his penis caused the man to abruptly come and his hot spunk gushing into the back of her pussy only increased her orgasm. The guy pulled out and let the last few squirts of cum land on her taut stomach, leaving gleaming bumps of white spattered across her skin. As her spasming muscles jerked her hips up toward her chest, she felt the contractions suck the hot cum in her pussy deeper into her. She feared she would become pregnant for sure.

Her orgasm kept shaking her, even after he had withdrawn and no one was touching her. The cameras zoomed in and broadcast her every twitch and moan. She felt ready to pass out and almost too weak to keep her eyes open.

While Batgirl was working up to this bodacious orgasm, Supergirl was getting a very similar fucking. The guy was not quite as thick and long as the guy on Batgirl, but he was filling her cunt well. Supergirl had another guy to one side of her head. He had turned her head sideways and forced his cock into her mouth and was now giving the back of her throat a sound thrashing. His the sweet taste of his precum filled her mouth.

She feared that if she came again, she might pass out. As much as she would have welcomed unconsciousness to this brutal humiliation, she knew she had to try to find a way to save Emma, who was forced to watch not only the rape of her protectors, but the countdown of the clock toward the deadline set by Random for her father to give him the information he demanded. If he did not, then she would be subjected to the same treatment.

Supergirl tried to keep her mind on things other than the warm, slippery cock snaking in and out of her pussy and the throbbing penis deep in her throat. But that only took her so far. She heard Batgirl moaning and nearing orgasm, and now she felt the same tell-tail signs that she would soon be overcome by pleasure as well. She held out while Batgirl had her orgasm, but only because the guy in her cunt had gushed and withdrawn, giving her some respite while another guy sauntered up to fulfill every man’s fantasy, fucking Supergirl’s brains out.

The guy fucking her mouth seemed to be doing just that, and as he came and his cum sloshed around in her mouth, he yelled at her not to swallow it but to keep it in her mouth. She had a bit of a problem keeping it in, as it amounted to an awful lot. When he withdrew, he grabbed a fistful of her flaxen hair and lifted her head to look at the new guy who was jamming his cock into her ass. “Now spit it onto her tits!” the guy yelled while the cameras panned and zoomed in.

Supergirl feared what they might do if she disobeyed, so she spit the cum at her chest. It splashed against her tits and dripped down to between them. Some of it drained down toward her bellybutton while more pooled around her sternum. Some of the cum had not made it that far and now coated her chin like a goatee. The guy holding her had wiped his cock off on her hair and gave her tit a firm slap and left.

Supergirl now had nothing to do but feel the long dick push up against her insides. He pressed a thumb against her clit and twisted his hand so he could push two fingers into her cunt, which was dripping cum from down toward her asshole. From there, the slimy stuff got sucked into her ass, lubricating the tight channel that was locking around the guy’s shaft and making him close to coming before he wanted to. He slowed his fucking of her ass to give himself more time and focused on giving her clit a good buzz. Then someone handed him something that looked like a big microphone, but was really a blunt-tipped vibrator. He laughed and pressed the broad round end hard against her swollen pubic mound and switched it on high.

“HHHHhheeeeeeEEEEEE!!!” Supergirl gave off a surprisingly high-pitched cry, as the vibrator seemed to inject her body with pleasure. She felt the orgasm growing inside her and he mercilessly ground the vibrator against her clit. The vibrations penetrated through to her g-spot and she only lasted another ten seconds before she came. The cameras captured her forced orgasm from four angles. The sight of her shuddering body making her tits wiggle in parallel circles caused the guy to suddenly feel close to coming again. He decided to hit her with it while she was still cumming. He gripped her hips and yanked them back while driving his hips forward and forcing his cock deep into her rectum. She quivered anew and groaned the louder, “OOOOOAaaaahHHH! EEEIiooooOOOOAAHHGH! HHHERRRGHGGH!”

Then he came and rammed her ass like a madman as his cock filled her ass with hot jism. He withdrew and Johnson strolled along in front of the exhausted superheroines-turned super sluts. Other guys queued up to take their turn, but Johnson waved them off and said, “Weeellll weellll weeeelll! That looked like a damn good time! I’m sure our audience enjoyed it almost as much as y’all did, though. There are now over nine million people watching you.”

Johnson strolled along inspecting the cum-covered flesh suspended like game after a hunt. Then he said, “We could fuck y’all some mo’, but I’m a sporting fella and so ah’m gonna give y’all a fighting chance.”

Without a word, Johnson stepped back and the guys waiting for their chance at the women silently began to undo the ropes and remove the electronic cuffs. While they were doing that, Johnson crouched in front of Emma and laid his big hands on her thighs. “How’d ja lahke that, muffin? That could be you if’n yo pappy don’t give over what I want. So far, we got bupkiss from him. I guess he must be some kinda daddy to let us do you like we intend to.”

As he talked his hands spread her knees wide and slid up toward her lacy pink panties. She glared at him, unable to resist as her hands were bound tightly together behind her back and ropes kept her back firm against the back of the chair. Her ankles were tied to the base of the chair. Johnson stopped short of feeling her crotch, but left her skirt pushed up to her hips. Emma closed her legs when he stood, but her panties were showing from under her bunched up skirt.

When Batgirl and Supergirl were lifted down from the bars, they collapsed on the ground. Their legs had fallen asleep. Johnson watched them and slowly the guys came around and stood with their backs to the back of the trailer, watching as the two women gradually shifted to their hands and knees.

Batgirl was sick to her stomach, her butt was on fire, and cum was dripping out of her cunt and down her thighs. Her torn costume dangled in shreds on her arms and lower legs. She had cum on her face and mask, which she wiped off but missed some spots. Supergirl felt awful, not just from the rapes, but she also felt ever weaker. She clawed at the kryptonite spiked necklace, but could not get it off. Every joint ached and her muscles felt like rubber. She spit out some cum and struggled to get to her feet.

Johnson looked down at them on the floor and chuckled. “Here’s the deal. We’ve stopped the truck. The back door is not locked. If y’all wanna leave, we ain’t gonna lift a finger. Or y’all can stay and we’ll fuck ya some mo’. Choice is yours.”

Batgirl looked up, not believing Johnson. But the lock was off the latch holding the doors shut, the guys standing in a gauntlet on either side. They all had their dicks out and were stroking them, clearly ready to come.

Batgirl tried to stand, but her knee gave out and she collapsed in front of the closest guy. Supergirl knew she couldn’t stand so she began to crawl. Batgirl got to one knee, ready to try again to go for the door. The guy to her right moaned, his cock jerked, and a stream of hot sticky cum blindsided her face. She fell to her left, as if the shot had knocked her over. As she rolled over to get up, the smell of cum filled her nose and her gut gave a twinge. She became aroused and her thoughts confused. She froze, uncertain of what she was doing. The sight of two more cocks, hard and ready to explode mesmerized her. Without realizing it, she had crawled toward them.

They jerked furiously and came simultaneously. One blast hit Batgirl square in the forehead and the other splashed across her back. This new onslaught further confused her. She reached up and dabbed her fingers absently in the cum dripping off her mask and around her nose. She sucked the cum off her fingers. This made her think of sucking cock and she looked longingly at the other erect cocks between her and the door.

Supergirl was getting the same treatment from the guys on the left. She was regaining some strength and thought she could stand, but each time a load of cum hit her, she seemed to weaken again. Her thoughts moved relentlessly toward sex, but she fought to keep moving toward the door. “Must not be tamed,” she thought She tried to think of Superman, but then she thought of him pulling off his uniform and his huge cock fell forward and pointed at her and exploded with cum. Another mechanic had nailed her with a stream of jism.

Batgirl saw the door and she tore her mind from sex and lurched forward, hoping to gain momentum. But as she got to her feet, she stumbled and fell into the arms of one of the men. He kept her from falling and she clung to him, suddenly grateful for help in standing. But then she realized she was hugging him and his cock was pressing against her stomach. Her knees wobbled and she seemed to slide down the man until her knees hit the ground and she found herself with her cheek against the side of his cock. She wanted to put her mouth around it.

Then she caught sight of one of the web-cameras and it reminded her that the world was watching her. She pushed away from the man and stood. There were only three guys on each side between her and freedom. She looked down and saw Supergirl struggling to stand as another guy hosed her down with spunk. Her blond hair was matted with white ropes of cum. Batgirl knew they had to unite to break free and not be tamed.

Batgirl helped pull Supergirl to her feet, and they stood naked, arms around each other’s shoulders and staggered a step toward freedom. They lurched and stumbled to the door, where Batgirl pressed her weight against the latch. The door swung out away from her and she lost her balance and feel sideways again into the arms of one of the men. He gave her a kiss on the lips and reached behind and gave her buns a honk.

Supergirl stepped behind Batgirl to try to pull her away. But the feel of hot flesh against her own triggered an avalanche of lust in Batgirl and she turned and embraced Supergirl and began to kiss her and stroke her breasts. This set Supergirl over the edge and she returned the kiss passionately. They separated and turned away from the door and saw the line of men with their cocks in their hands leering at the sight of two naked superheroines with a strand of cum going from one’s lips to the other’s.

Will Batgirl and Supergirl escape the clutches of Random? Or will they be tamed and abandon themselves in an orgy of sex? Stay tuned!

Chapter 5

Our Story so Far: Batgirl and Supergirl fell into the clutches of Random, controlling the actions of a truck full of race car drivers and mechanics. Many orgasms later, the cum-drenched duo have been given an opportunity to escape, but, overcome with lust, they hesitate, unable to decide between freedom and slavery. Perverts around the world watch and wait. Can our ladies of justice resist the siren call of cocks ready to spew hot cum all over their bodies?

The world did not have to wait much longer to find out. Four guys moved forward and simultaneously sent a shower of spunk that splattered naked flesh from breasts to knees. Supergirl’s will evaporated. She dropped to her knees in front of one of the men and stuffed his cock into her mouth as if she were starving. She sucked and slurped the cum off the cock head and reached her hands out for the other nearest cocks. Batgirl became mesmerized by the sight of Supergirl’s ass shifting back and forward as she worked over another cock. Her hand was smearing cum around the underside of one of her breasts. At last, as if in a trance, she knelt beside Supergirl and began to suck the cock of the nearest man. Johnson closed the back door and turned to one of the web-cameras.

“As ya’ll can see, we’ve tamed Batgirl and Supergirl. They are now pleasure slaves, who live to fuck and suck any man who is their master. I’m prepared to sell these two lovelies to the highest bidders. Use the web page comin’ on line now to make yo’ bids. Bidding will close in fifteen minutes.”

He turned toward Emma and then back to the camera, glancing at his watch. “And by the by, Mr. Jakes. Yo’ time has run out. Ah’ll git yo’ technology another way. We’re gonna enjoy fucking yo’ daughter.”

And the orgy commenced. Most of the guys had shot their wads more than once and so it took a little while to get back up to speed, but soon Batgirl and Supergirl were being fucked in every hole. Batgirl had a cock up her ass and was bent backwards so another cock could fit into her pussy. Then another cock was shoved into her mouth. Supergirl had been picked up by a husky member of the pit crew, who had his huge cock curving up into her pussy, while another stood behind and skewered her super ass.

Emma had been untied and several guys stripped her naked and began to rape her up on the back of the racecar that was in the front of the trailer. She resisted wildly at first, but a few slaps to the face took the fight out of her and she lay passively on her back, her legs spread wide and a grunting mechanic thrusting a cock up her pussy. A couple of others held her arms down and occasionally smacked her considerable breasts until they were bright red.

Fifteen minutes later, Ransom closed the bidding on the superheroines and notified the world that the winning bids were from the same person, who had just wired 6.1 billion to his bank account and that the person was receiving instructions on how to find them. The guys continued to fuck the three ladies until they began to run out of steam. They moved Batgirl and Supergirl to face each other and made them lick the cum off each other. It was a hot time as the babes eagerly lapped cum off breasts, stomachs, faces, and between their legs. That led to a session of mutual muff-diving that left them shuddering wrecks. They finally passed out in each other’s embrace. Emma was now hanging from a crane used to move engines in and out of cars. Her mouth was plugged with bright red ball gag, and her legs had been tied to the sides so her pussy was exposed. Guys took turns whipping and spanking her.

Ransom closed down the web page and sat at the computer with his technician, moving money around so it could not be traced. About fifteen minutes later, there was a hideous cry from the back of the truck that turned out to be the metal hinges of the door bending and ripping apart. The back doors flew off and in flew Superman. Batman had been following with the Batmobile in automatic pilot mode. He jumped from the hood of his car to the back of the truck once Superman had cleared the way. Superman flew out and around, where he forced the truck to halt and apprehended the men in the cab. Batman quickly neutralized the men in the truck, not a hard task considering how much fucking they had all just done. Batman called the authorities to report the location of the truck.

They put Batgirl and Supergirl into the Batmobile. Superman flew Emma to the nearest hospital while Batman began the drive back to the bat cave. Superman had reluctantly agreed to tell the police that he and batman had not found Batgirl and Supergirl, only Emma. Batman felt that it would be better if the women were not subjected to more humiliation. They could see that the women were treated by a doctor and given a chance to recover in private. Furthermore, the perpetrators might not know that the women had been recovered. Once in the car, Batman covered the naked, cum-covered superheroines with their capes and gave them an injection of a strong sedative; he reasoned they needed the rest and he was worried that Ransom may have been able to control them. He did not want them waking up and attacking him in the Batmobile. For the same reasons, he left the kryptonite collar on Supergirl.

Batman set the Batmobile on autopilot so he could think as the South Carolina countryside rolled by in the dark. It would be hours before they got back to Gotham. He tried to occupy himself with figuring out how Ransom had managed to get these race car mechanics to kidnap and rape. But his thoughts kept coming back to Batgirl unconscious in the seat next to him.

The Caped Crusader cursed under his breath. His usually disciplined mind had lately been a torrent of uncontrollable urges and fantasies. It had started the previous day, in the late afternoon.

Batman had always sublimated his sexual desires into his crime-fighting. When he got horny, he went down to the bat cave and worked on his designs, which accounts for the vast number of contraptions and conveyances he had created. But that did not work when he had tried it that evening. He had also noted that he seemed to be getting slightly weaker and his reflexes a touch slower.

As Bruce Wayne, he had attended a charity ball that evening. As he entered and circulated, he noticed how sexy many of the women were in their revealing strapless gowns. Before long, he had a huge boner and had to pretend he had spilled wine on himself so he could get to the bathroom and let his Willy calm down. He tried to leave early, but a supermodel and Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover girl Elle McShearson, wearing a strapless, sheer gown that left nothing to the imagination, cornered him by an elevator. She let him know by her body language that she was available, and Bruce Wayne took the elevator down to the service basement and he and Elle went at it in a frenzied hour of passionate sex.

Bruce enjoyed the experience, but was troubled by his lapse in his strict code of behavior. He went home, still enjoying the memories of fucking Elle’s superhardbody in all kinds of nasty positions. By the time he reached the bat cave, he had a boner and decided to work out the sexual energy. But as he changed into his suit, he gave in to the urge to masturbate on memories of his sex with Elle. His cock sent a geyser of cum and he felt relieved. He dressed in his Batman costume and did his routine. To his surprise, he was stronger and faster than he had ever been. Sex used to have the opposite effect on him, so he was very perplexed.

He was about to go to bed when he got a call from Superman, who told him to check the Internet and gave him an URL. Batman’s jaw dropped as the browser opened to the sight of Batgirl and Supergirl tied to the bars, their legs spread wide, and their tits in plain sight. Ten minutes later, he had gleaned some idea of where the truck was and hopped in his newly converted Batmobile with the option of winged flight. He jetted down to the South Carolina area and circled, looking for the truck. He turned on the computer screens in his plane and navigated to the site showing what the world was seeing, the men in the truck starting to rape Batgirl and Supergirl. He got a raging hard-on and landed the plane on a deserted back roads highway. After pulling the Batmobile off the road and hiding it from view, Batman pulled out his cock and jerked off. Five minutes later, he was hard again. He masturbated again, hoping to exhaust his supply of cum, but after coming again, he had barely got back on the road when his cock once more craved attention. But he felt energized as never before.

When the slave auction began, he bid on them (using Bruce Wayne’s secret accounts) and kept bidding until he had succeeded in buying them. This was the only way they had to get the location of the women. It had worked and soon he and Superman had liberated the Dominated Dolls of Degradation. He had used up most of the vehicles jet fuel, so he had to drive back to the bat cave on the surface roads, which would take hours.

Now the two women were with him, naked and unconscious. His thoughts kept straying to a fantasy in which he pulled the Batmobile over and raped Batgirl. Then he would wait a few minutes and rape Supergirl. He knew this was wrong, yet he could not stop. He even found a voice in his head, egging him on, pointing out that no one knew where they were and no one would notice that they had been raped again.

He reached over and gave a little tug on Batgirl’s yellow cape, intending to just pull it to cover her knee, which was sticking out a little. But the whole cape slid off her. The full moon bathed her features and Batman was glad the car was on autopilot. He removed a glove and tentatively laid his hand on her thigh. He had always been attracted to Batgirl and to her cover identity, Barbara Gordon. Now he could see her naked, touch her. He groped a breast, marveling at how soft and warm it was.

Coming to his senses, he jerked his hand back and replaced the cape to cover Batgirl’s body. His cock felt as if he had taken a triple dose of Viagra. He reluctantly pulled his trunks down and whipped out his cock and began to jerk off.

After this, he plunged into writing a program to try to detect anomalous events that might indicate Ransom’s work. He found that his mind was much more alert and agile after he had masturbated. He kept his focus and this kept his mind off sex until the Batmobile was in the bat cave and he had to decide what to do with his sleeping beauties.

He still feared that Ransom might be able to control them and decided he should secure them on a pair of examination tables he kept in his med-lab. Alfred called down on the intercom to see if Batman needed any help, but Batman told him to get some rest. It was the middle of the night. Batman knew he should contact a few of the other female superheroines to come and clean Batgirl and Supergirl up, but he did not. He carried each to the med-lab, laid them on the tables, and strapped them down. Then fearing that they might wake up and Ransom might be able to see through their eyes, he blindfolded each woman.

Then he remembered that both women had been provided with voice-print identification passes so they could come and go and make use of the computers when Batman was not there. Batgirl particularly made use of the facility. Ransom might use this to give voice commands to the computers. It would take time to revoke the security clearance, so he just stuffed a roll of gauze into their mouths and taped them shut.

He was again tempted to climb onto the table and rape them both. The thought kept coming to him that they deserved it for being so stupid. But then he shook the thoughts off and decided he needed someone to help him avoid doing something he would later regret. He called Robin and ordered him to the bat cave. He had always tried to set a good example for his ward, so he figured having Robin around would help.

Then he set to work cleaning the two women up. Since they could not see him, he took off his mask, cape, gloves, and jersey. He got a bowl of soapy water and a cloth and began to wipe the dried patches of cum off Batgirl’s stomach. By this time, his cock was once more engorged and chomping at the bit for a piece of Batgirl. He kept it in check, as he rubbed down her breasts.

As he worked, he began to plan what he would say to them once the became conscious. He would berate them for carelessness, for getting caught. The dumb cunts. Because of their ineptitude, Emma was raped. They deserved to get raped for their failure, but Emma was an innocent (although he had to admit she was very hot).

Now Batman was cleaning Barbara’s hips and thighs. Dumb broads. They never should have been allowed to fight crime. Prancing around in their sexy outfits, boobs bouncing provocatively every time they moved. They saw fighting crime as a lark, good for a thrill. Probably thought it was better than sex. They had seemed to enjoy the sex well enough in Ransom’s truck. Sluts.

Batman adjusted the controls on the table to cause Batgirl’s legs to spread wide. He probed a finger into her vagina, holding his breath, enjoying the warm, wet tunnel. As he withdrew his hand, lumps of cum came with it. He wiped it clean and continued scooping cum from her pussy.

You two have disgraced superheroes everywhere, he found himself thinking. People ridiculed them enough for wearing their costumes and for being high and mighty. Now they could add slut to their terms of derision, at least when talking about the superheroines. Damn bitches deserved to get raped. They will never fight crime again. The pictures of their rapes will be all over the Internet by now. The tabloids will have a field day. Better they never surfaced, let the world think they really were sold to some rich bastard as sex toys.

Batman proceeded to clean up Supergirl. He kept thinking of more and more reasons to be mad at them. By the time they were clean, legs spread wide, they looked quite ravishing. They cleaned up good, that was for sure. His will was crumbling and he desperately wanted to fuck them, so he was grateful when Robin bounced into the cave. Batman directed his youthful ward to the med-lab.

“Holy Shit!” Robin exclaimed as he entered the room and saw the naked superbabes strapped to the tables, legs spread, gagged and blindfolded. At first, he thought they might be Harlequin and Cat Woman. Batman explained the situation and Robin took the opportunity to get a close-up look at the two on the tables. His youthful libido was evident even through the cup in his costume shorts.

As Batman was finishing his story, Superman contacted him via the communicator in the lab. “Emma’s getting looked at, and the police are processing the crime scene. The FBI is leading the investigation. They wanted to know your whereabouts, but I said you had other business to attend to. Hope that was all right.”

“That’s good,” Batman responded. “What are your plans now?”

“Have you got any leads on Ransom?”

Batman paused, then said, “Yes. I’ve think there may be a Hispanic connection, down in Tijuana. Could you get out there and snoop around. It may be nothing, but you can check it out faster than anyone.”

“I’m on it,” Superman said and switched off the communicator.

“Chump,” Batman thought. He gazed at the naked flesh splayed out in front of him.

“What do we do now?” Robin asked.

“Robin, you know how little reward we get for the dangerous, heroic work we do,” Batman said, an idea forcing itself to the fore of his intentions.

“I’ll say,” Robin agreed. “We never get paid. Even when women throw themselves at us after we’ve rescued them, we can’t enjoy even that, for fear of revealing our identities and tarnishing our reputations.”

“Exactly,” Batman said. “Our only reward is dispensing justice.”

“True, but that hardly does much for our little superheroes,” Robin said, glancing down at his crotch and winking at Batman.

“I think, in this case, we can satisfy the need for justice and our own personal needs,” and he moved to stare down at the naked body of Batgirl.”

“I’ve wanted to nail Batgirl since I first met her,” Robin said, picking up on Batman’s drift. “She’s been such a cock-tease. It would be justice to do her just for all the times she led me on and then disappeared with a smirk and a wink.”

“You will get your turn, my faithful friend, but Batgirl is mine first. I’ve had to deal with her seductive ways every time I’ve saved her amateurish ass from any and every supervillian she’s ever tried to deal with on her own.”

With that, Batman took off the rest of his costume, revealing his magnificent cock, engorged and ready for action. It was a cock worthy of a superhero, two inches wide and nine inches long. Robin was envious. He watched transfixed as Bruce Wayne approached the unconscious Barbara Gordon and began to squeeze her breasts and play with her cunt lips. Frustrated that he could not do Barbara, about whom he had fantasized since he had first met Batgirl, Robin turned his attention to Supergirl, who was almost as impressive as Barbara Gordon.

Batman, noticing his protégé’s attention shifting, said, “Supergirl is just as deserving of punishment as Batgirl. She’s so naïve about our culture that she is constantly getting into fixes that Superman has to save her from. He’s too much the boy scout to punish her, so it’s up to us. Get started on her, while I deal with Barbara.”

“Holy Snatch,” Robin thought and divested himself of his costume as if it were on fire. He had not had much experience with really attractive women, even though he had done it with a few girl friends. Batman had always warned against the debilitating effects of sex on crime fighting, so he was very inexperienced. Now he had a perfect specimen of Supergirl spread out in front of him. His hands slapped to her breasts and he kneaded them for several minutes, leaning over and licking them and even biting them. Her weakened form responded with slight reddening, but he could not break the skin even with a strong bite.

Meanwhile, Bruce began to lick out Batgirl’s cunt and before long, he could not resist anymore and climbed onto the table. He lay over Barbara and pulled the blindfold off, since she was still unconscious. He wanted to see her face. Then he shifted his cock to her pussy and took a moment to savor the experience to come (so-to-speak). With a grin and a grunt, he thrust his hips violently forward. Barbara’s snatch was dry now, so his cock heated up as he forced it to the hilt and then slid it back out. Barbara gave a muffled moan, as if responding to the stimulation, but she remained unconscious. Then, as Batman continued to hump her, she started to get wet and his cock began to really glide in and out.

Robin, having removed his costume, was now just Dick Grayson. His dick was not so big as Bruce’s but stout and longer than average. He imitated Bruce, and licked Supergirl’s cunt, running his fingers through her soft blond bush. He licked her clit and then licked his way up her super firm abs to her impressive breasts. Although laying on her back, her breasts hardly sagged at all to the sides. Yet, when he squeezed them and sucked on them, they were perfectly supple yet firm. He removed her blindfold as well and stroked her soft blond locks.

Finally, his rock-hard cock demanded satisfaction, so he thrust it into Supergirl’s cunt and savored the tight warmth squeezing his cock. Even with all the cocks he had seen plunging into her on the Internet broadcast, he was amazed at how tight she had remained. Supergirl had a Supersnatch. He pumped his cock in and out slowly at first, not wanting to come too quickly. She got wet almost immediately, which eased Dick’s conscience slightly, as he reasoned she really wanted it.

And so, Batman and Robin were gleefully humping the two of the sexiest superheroines in the world. They grunted and slobbered and behaved like animals in rut. They came pretty quickly and pulled out, silly grins on their faces. It felt good to drop the goody-goody image they had to maintain in public and really enjoy themselves. They quickly revived and traded partners. Robin got sloppy seconds on Barbara Gordon, but he did not care. He first straddled her stomach and placed his cock between her glorious tits. He squeezed the considerable amount of mam-meat around his throbbing cock and proceeded to tit-fuck her. He channeled all his frustration and pent-up lust for her and combined it with resentment and anger, driving his cock through her cleavage like a psycho plunging a knife into his victim. When he came and blasted her face with his cum, it felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

Batman, meanwhile, made good on a fantasy he had entertained recently involving Supergirl; he unstrapped her legs from the bed and pushed them up and to the sides, securing them again, so that Supergirl’s gloriously firm and round ass was facing him. Then he mounted the table and put his cock at her ass-hole and squeezed it slowly into the super-tight hole. He pounded her ass while sucking on her tits and exploded cum into her bowels about the time Dick was dowsing Barbara’s face. Before the two retired for some drinks at the bat bar, they replaced the blindfolds on the bound women.

At that moment, hidden deep in the secure super-computer facility that Ransom had put together with much of the money he had extorted, four of the most skilled computer hackers tapped at their keyboards. One of them chuckled as he adjusted one of the cameras in the bat cave to get a close-up of Bruce Wayne, alias Batman, extracting his cock from the ass of Supergirl. Ransom congratulated himself on how well his plan was going.

He knew that before he could shape the world according to his own desires, he had to rid it of the meddling influence of the meta-humans. Since he could not use his mental powers on them, he had to find other ways to take them out. He had successfully humiliated Supergirl and Batgirl on the Internet. In addition to the images he recorded and broadcast from the trailer of the racing team, he had discovered digital pics of Batgirl being bound and fucked over by some college kids just the same evening that he was able to catch them. He also found a fraternity that had pictures of a gang-bang of a drugged young woman whom he had determined was Supergirl in disguise. Their disgrace would be permanent.

He had traced the person who paid to get the two superheroines as sex slaves and discovered, to his delight, it was Bruce Wayne. His team set to work cracking his computer system. It was a challenge but by the time Batman was returning with the rescued heroines, Ransom had the run of the Wayne computer system, which quickly revealed that Wayne was Batman’s secret identity.

Ransom had a couple of canisters of special gases sent to the Wayne manner, using delivery men he controlled. He controlled Alfred, Wayne’s butler, to take the gas into the house and connect it to the ventilation system that fed the Bat cave. One of the gases was a special formula that loosened inhibitions, much as alcohol did, but also turned up the libido. It also made one somewhat more prone to violence.

Batman and Robin had fallen under its sway and had just raped the defenseless women so recently rescued from the same situation. It would be easy enough to reveal this, expose Wayne as Batman, and set in motion a whole heap of legal troubles on the man. And while he was at it, he could plunder the Wayne fortune, which was almost unimaginably vast. But just now, he was enjoying the show and wondered how things would proceed.

The other gas was a special recipe bought from Lex Luther. It contained red kryptonite in gaseous form. Although dilute, it would begin to be absorbed into the bloodstream and the concentration would build. In ordinary humans, it was harmless, but to Superman or Supergirl, it would slowly turn them into sexual fiends who would care for nothing but satisfying their carnal desires.

Batman had sent Superman on a goose chase to keep him away, but Ransom had seen to it that Superman would follow a trail back to Gotham and the Bat cave. He would then catch the most powerful superhero of all in his widening web.

Is there hope for Batgirl and Supergirl? Can they escape the clutches of drug addled Batman and Robin or will they become sex slaves of the Dynamic Duo while teenage boys all over the world whack-off to pictures of Supergirl and Batgirl being gang raped? Stay tuned.

Chapter 6

Our Story So Far: Batgirl and Supergirl were rescued from becoming sex slaves by Bruce Wayne, but are now held captive by Batman and Robin in the bat cave. Batman’s increasing interest in sex has been augmented by a drug that has eliminated his conscience and revved up his libido, along with his sidekick Robin. Our heroines are about to wake up to a shocking reality.

Barbara Gordon slowly woke up, feeling as if she were having to fight her way back to consciousness, like hacking through a dense jungle. She tried to move and found that her arms were strapped to a table at her sides. So were her feet. She opened her eyes, but still could see nothing. She blinked her eyes and felt the fabric of a blindfold covering her eyes. She felt something in her mouth and tried to spit it out. Some kind of fabric, now soaked in saliva filled her mouth and was held in place with a strip of tape. It was then she realized her nightmare was ongoing.

She tried to recall how she had gotten here. Then she remembered the ordeal in the truck with the mechanics and drivers controlled by Ransom who had raped and humiliated her. The last she remembered, she was sucking every cock she could get her mouth around while her pussy and ass were being relentlessly drilled. She was having an almost continual orgasm that had made her forget everything but satisfying her lust. She had been tamed.

She vaguely recalled Ransom announcing that Batgirl and Supergirl would be sold to the highest bidder as super sex slaves. Someone must have purchased her and she was now his captive. She heard muffled moans that suggested Supergirl was nearby, probably also bound, blindfolded, and gagged, which meant the kryptonite necklace that was sapping her strength was still in place.

Barbara realized that she was naked and as she wriggled her ass from side to side, testing the strength of her bonds. She felt the sticky residue of cum in her crotch. She felt something sticky on her neck and breasts as well. Someone had already raped her. Unable to get free, she concentrated on listening, trying to get clues about where she was.

Supergirl was having much the same experience, except that she felt so weak, it seemed the bonds at her wrists and ankles were superfluous. Her ass hurt and she had spunk drying on her sex and ass. But she was not thinking of escape. She thought about the man who had purchased her and wondered who he was; and before she knew it, she was wishing he would come and fuck her again. Her breasts felt like they would explode if they were not touched soon.

Both women heard the footsteps and felt the faint vibrations though the examination tables to which they were strapped. Batgirl steeled herself for the inevitable assault. Something inside her was actually anticipating the sex that would be forced upon her and it troubled her. Then she heard a familiar deep, masculine voice and she realized she was about to be rescued.

“I see you sleepy-heads have finally woken up. It’s about time.”

It was Batman. Batgirl’s heart raced, knowing she would be set free, but also embarrassed that Batman was seeing her naked and abused. She had fantasized about being naked with him, but this was not how she had pictured it. Still she was excited in spite of her embarrassment. Maybe Batman would finally take notice of her womanhood and be tempted to be more than a gentleman with her.

“Hey, Batgirl,” came another male voice. It was the slightly higher voice of Robin. “Or should I say, ‘Babbs?’”

Batgirl frowned. Then it hit her. Her mask was off. But wait. The blindfold and tape was covering most of her face. How could he tell who she was?

Batman continued. “Well, I hope you too realize how badly you fucked up. Emma was kidnapped and raped. You two were raped on international web-cams. But maybe it wasn’t rape. After all, you could have escaped but you chose to stay and have your little brains fucked out.”

Batgirl and Supergirl were both confused. This did not sound like the Batman they knew. He sounded really angry. Then Batgirl felt a hand on her stomach. She flinched. Batman’s voice continued to talk right next to her now. Batman could be releasing her, but he was lecturing her and feeling her body.

“So I, that is Bruce Wayne, paid Ransom a God-awful amount of money to get the location where he was holding you. Superman and I took rescued you, but now we have to decide what to do with you. The world thinks you are being held as someone’s sex-slave. The good money is betting that Lex Luther has you both.”

Batman’s hand moved up and cupped Barbara’s breast and squeezed. He did not have his gloves on. “You can’t fight crime any more. You’ve made superheroes a laughing stock. Funny thing is, no one seems that upset that you were raped. Blogs are saying that you had it coming. Only some of the feminists are upset that their heroines were defeated and had their sexuality turned against them. I’m thinking of just keeping you here and letting you get the fucking you deserve and apparently that you crave.”

Batman squeezed Barbara’s breast hard and gave it a firm slap, causing Barbara to moan, “MMMMMNnnn!” He left her and strolled over to Supergirl. He caressed her blond bush and she bucked her hips up to meet his hand, like a cat in heat. “Supergirl here sure seems ready for action,” Batman said, apparently to Robin. “Why don’t you attend to her while I show Batgirl who her new master is?”

“Hot damn!” Robin said and dashed over to Supergirl. He set his hands on her breasts and squeezed them, delighted at how she squirmed. He began to touch her all over between her shoulders and her knees. It soon seemed that he was playing a musical instrument, as each touch elicited a moan or a squeal and Supergirl’s body rose and feel like waves on the ocean. He leaned over and began to lick her clit and within thirty seconds, Supergirl was squirting cum like a Waterpik.

“MMRrRRrgghrhrHHHH!!!!” groaned Supergirl as her body convulsed with pleasure.

Meanwhile, Batman walked to the foot of Barbara’s table and adjusted the controls to spread her legs wide. He then raised her legs into the position assumed during gynecological exams. He picked up a riding crop and began to swat at Barbara’s stomach, making her squeak with surprise and pain. He walked around the table, hitting a different part of her body each time, waiting sometimes thirty seconds, letting the tension build. He watched with delight as Barbara’s taut body braced for the next stinging slap.

He hit her breasts until they were bright red. He left red welts across her rock-hard abs. He hit her thighs, gradually working down toward her pussy, hitting her ass cheeks until they glowed red. Finally he began to swat her pubic area. Barbara was sobbing into her gag by this time.

Then she felt something warm and firm pressing against her sore pussy lips. Batman’s cock thrust rudely into her. He was not dry-humping her, however, as the whipping had left her very wet and aroused. She lost touch with the situation and realized she was finally getting her wish, to be fucked by Batman. Batman stood and rammed his cock into her relentlessly, holding her thighs for leverage, enjoying the sight of her naked breasts rocking forward and back with each thrust.

Batgirl seemed about to come. Batman took a whip with dozens of leather strips and slapped it down hard on one of her breasts. “MMRRGHGHEGG!” Batgirl cried into her gag. He whipped both her breasts, alternating with each stoke. The pain took her back from the edge of orgasm, but she slowly warmed back up as he continued to drive his huge cock deep into her pussy.

Robin, meanwhile had released Supergirl’s feet. He watched cautiously to see if she would try to kick him, but her legs dangled off the sides of the table like the legs of a marionette. Robin affixed a spreader bar to her ankles, keeping them about three feet apart. Next her arms were released and Robin tied her wrists together and then to a hook attached to a cable that could be raised and lowered. He tied the spreader bar to the hook and raised Supergirl off the table. He made the table retract toward the wall and lowered Supergirl and released her feet.

He tied a rope around her waist and secured it to a post behind her. Then he pulled the cable holding her hands forward so she was forced to lean forward. He tied a rope to her chest, wrapping it above and below and between her breasts before pulling her down toward the floor. Her body was now in a convoluted S-shape. Her ass was lifted high above her spread legs. Her torso pointed toward the floor while her arms were lifted up at a forty-five degree angle.

Robin knelt behind Supergirl and looked at her exposed pussy and ass-hole. He probed a few fingers into her cunt and Supergirl went rigid. His fingers were quickly soaked as she responded to the stimulation with surprising speed. He finger fucked her and within a minute, she was grunting, close to orgasm. He stopped when she was just short of the climax and left her whining in frustration. He walked around and took off her gag.

Before she could say anything, however, he stuffed his cock into her mouth and began to fuck her face. By this point, he was so hot that he came within two minutes. He kept his cock plunged deep in her mouth as he came and enjoyed the sound of Supergirl gagging on his cock, as cum squirted out around the base of his cock.

Batman meanwhile had stopped short of cumming into Batgirl’s cunt and lowered her exam table at the head so her head was down a foot below crotch level. He removed her gag. “Beg for my cock,” Batman ordered Batgirl.

“Please stop,” Barbara said thickly. “Let me go.”

“Wrong!” Batman said and snapped his cat-o-nine-tails hard on her breast.

“HHHAHHHhahhgh!” was all Barbara said.

Batman continued to whip her and ordering her to beg to suck his cock. Finally, she sobbed, “Please, may … may I s-s-suck your cock?” Her voice was timid and mousy, a far cry from the confident wisecracking superheroine.

“Louder!” Batman bellowed and pelted her pussy with the whip.

“PLEASE! Suck … Suck Your COCK!” Barbara managed.

Her reward was Batman’s thick Johnson thrust rudely into her mouth. It was hot and thick and made her gag as he pushed it as far as it would go. Batman and Robin were now both forcing their cocks into the mouths of the once proud superheroines, who were slobbering and sucking, eager to please their new masters. For a while, the only sound was balls slapping on faces and a steady chorus of “Grnnnrgch! Hhachnrrng! UhmgLrug!” When the superheroes came, their cum gushed in torrents into the gullets of Batgirl and Supergirl.

Suddenly, there was a gust of air as a door opened and Superman’s voice cried out, “What are you doing?” He rushed forward to where Supergirl was teetering, her ass high and glowing, her mouth dripping cum.

Batman glared at Superman. “I thought I told you to check out that lead in Tijuana?”

“It was a dead end. But I got word you needed me. Again I ask, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind?!”

Batman smiled and shook some spunk off the tip of his cock onto Barbara’s naked chest. “We’re giving these bitches what they deserve and what they want. They’ve retired from the superhero ranks and are now content to be sex slaves to those who are their superiors.”

“Listen to yourselves!” Superman bellowed, incredulous. “What … How ?”

Then, as he stared at the spectacle of the naked women, breasts dangling, legs spread wide, he felt his cock stiffen.

“You saw the pictures!” Batman continued. “Have you read what the press is saying about us, US! Not Batgirl and Supergirl, but superheroes! Their laughing at us, calling us names, and demanding we give up our vigilante ways. All because these bitches could not handle a simple mission to keep someone from being kidnapped.”

Superman now had a major hard-on and he was having trouble keeping his mind focused on arguing with Batman and trying to make him see how wrong it was to fuck these righteous babes like there was no tomorrow. As Batman continued his rant, Superman began to agree with him. The women had disgraced the good names of Batman and Superman. They could not fight crime any more. They should still serve some useful purpose, make amends for all the trouble they had caused.

Before he realized it, Superman had shed his tights and cape, removed his boots, and was standing behind his cousin, his hands on her ass, his cock pointing the way to her moist cunt. Supergirl was moaning, but she was also wiggling her ass, trying to move it toward Superman.

The Man of Steel took his steel-hard rod and pushed it into Supergirl’s super-tight ass and began to fuck her.

Batman and Robin, seeing this, went back to their fun. They removed Barbara from the table, took off her blindfold and tied her to a metal frame that normally held electrical equipment. The frame allowed them to bend her over a horizontal pipe and tie her hands down near the floor. They spread he legs and tied them apart. Then Batman pushed his cock into Barbara’s ass while Robin went around and forced his into Barbara’s mouth.

Batgirl was very confused. She wanted very badly to cum, but she also hated what Batman and Robin were doing, raping her. But Robin’s cock was so hot and big and Batman’s cock was sending ripples of pleasure up her spine with every thrust. She gave in and began to enjoy the fucking she was getting. She came a minute later. “MMMNnnnrgh! UMMRrghg! MMMRrrmmrr!” was all the sense she could make with a cock down her gullet.

“Oh, yeah,” Batman sang. “When you cum, Barbara, your cunt squeezes my cock and it feels so hot.”

Robin looked down at Babs. Her face was streaked with cum and her luscious red lips were wrapped around his cock and her tongue was working constantly. He took fistfuls of her red hair and used it for leverage to really force his cock down her throat. “GGgggh!” was all Batgirl could get out before her throat was clogged with cock. She struggled, trying to pull her head away so she could breath, but Robin held her head so tightly over his cock that Batgirl’s lips were slapping against his stomach.

Then an amazing thing happened. Batman came in her pussy and the rush of hot spunk inside her sent her over the edge and she had an orgasm. The strangulation she was experiencing intensified the pleasure of the orgasm to an unbelievable degree. Finally, Robin pulled his cock from her throat and she breathed in desperately. “Gnghhaaaaaaaa.”

Meanwhile, Supergirl was feeling the full force of a hot and horny superman. His cock felt huge in her. She shook her torso to increase the stimulation from the cock thrusting deep into her. Her breasts dangled and jiggled. Just before Superman came, she came too, her body shuddering and heaving as she tried to move with the sensations. “Oh God, YES! AAAAhhhhh! OOOOhhhh Yeah! FUCK ME!”

This pushed Superman over the edge and he gushed cum. It filled her pussy and spurts shot out from around the base of Superman’s cock, spattering her thighs.

The all withdrew and took some much needed rest. Batman went over to the closet where he kept his spare costumes. He had a few sets of Batgirl’s costume as well, in case she needed it while they were fighting crime in the area. He released her from the frame and told her to put her costume on. She was in a daze and did not think to question his order. She pulled the gray tights on, pulled up her cowl, donned her yellow cap, and put on her gloves and boots.

Batman had one of Supergirl’s costumes, as well. It was from a few years ago, when Supergirl was still not quite fully grown. He handed it to Superman, who threw it on the floor in front of her and ripped the ropes from her wrists and ankles. He ordered her to wear it. She pulled her bright red panties up, then her red skirt, boots, and last her top. This was a white top that did not come all the way down to her skirt waistline. Once she had it on, Superman took the side of her shirt and ripped it partway up to her underarm. Then he tore off a strip around the bottom, so that the bottom of her breasts could be seen protruding below. As she moved, the shirt kept riding up and exposing her tits.

Superman ordered her to follow him. Meanwhile, Batman and Robin were ripping the crotch out of Batgirl’s tights, along with the fabric over her ass. They ripped the front from the neck to her bellybutton. Batman lay on his back and pointed toward his cock while glaring at Batgirl. She started to mount him, but he ordered her, “Ass!” She realized what he wanted and reversed herself so her ass hole was right about Batman’s throbbing cock.

Batman reached up to her pussy and scooped out some cum and worked it into her ass hole. Once it was nice and slippery, he had her lower her weight onto his cock. She groaned as it forced its way in and then was pulled back so she was laying on her back on Batman’s torso.

Robin knelt down between her knees and forced her legs wide and drove his cock into her pussy. Next Superman straddled Batgirl’s stomach and started to tit-fuck her. He ordered Supergirl to sit on Batgirl’s face. This she did and so Batgirl was getting raped four ways at once. She began to cum more or less continuously. There was no conversation, just the grunts of pleasure, the slap of Robin’s balls on Batgirl’s ass, the slurping sound as Batgirl tried to devour Supergirl’s pussy and Supergirl shuddering as she came and spurted juice down on Batgirl’s already cum-spatter face.

And that was the view that Ransom showed the world, the next day. Batgirl being fucked four ways and loving it. By this time he had most of Wayne’s most valuable assets and he was making more money from all the sales of the Supergirl/Batgirl gang rapes. The next step, he made it look as if Bruce Wayne and his ward Dick Grayson had been misappropriating shareholder funds to make stock purchase about which he had inside information. He eventually went to a federal prison for a long, long time.

Superman laid low, working as Clark Kent. He was finding it harder and harder to keep from thinking about sex. Whenever he was with Lois Lane, he tended to daydream and next thing he knew, he was imagining himself raping her. Then one night, when he and Lois were working late and everyone else had gone home, Lois went into the copy room to make some copies. Clark watched her walk away, her tight skirt hugging her hips, showing where the sides of her ass curved inward.

He began fantasizing about going into the copy room and coming up behind her and ripping her blouse off her. He would rip all her clothes apart, and then bend her over a chair and tie her hands and ankles to it. Then he would plunge his cock into her warm, wet pussy and begin to pump. Suddenly, he realized he was not fantasizing, he had followed Lois into the copy room and was raping her. He had her pinned to the floor and was driving his cock deep into her pussy as she wept and struggled underneath him. Then he pulled his shirt open, as he was getting hot, and Lois gasped when she say the red S on the blue shirt. Superman did not care. He fucked her hard.

Suddenly, Jimmy Olson walked it with a camera and when he saw the torrid scene, he took some pictures. Superman, embarrassed and ashamed, sprinted from the room, flew out a window and was not seen for a long time. Clark hid out various places, trying to find a way to save the name of Superman, but everyone had turned against the once beloved superhero.

As for Ransom, he spirited Barbara Gordon and Supergirl away to a secret hideaway and kept them compliant with a combination of drugs, and frequent forced orgasms. He also managed to capture the other major superheroines: Wonder Woman, Power Girl, Black Canary, Huntress, Zantana, Mary Marvel, Pantha, Stargirl, Raven, Big Barda, Hawkgirl, Jade, Blackfire, Katana, and Starfire. He also captured a number of supervillainesses, including Catwoman, Harlequin, and Lady Shiva. Ransom added to his collection a number of prominent actresses and supermodels.

He used these, in part, to organize a league of supervillians to divide up and control the world. Without the superheroes and heroines to stop them, they were able to rise to power and begin to hold the world under their cruel thumbs. Ransom would reward villains like Lex Luther, the Joker, and Black Adam with their pick of his harem. Lesser officials were given access to the many sexual slave dens that began to spring up everywhere, once the police were compromised and legislatures bought off.

Batgirl was passed around a lot in the beginning. She had been knocked up by Batman when he raped her (it was determined with DNA tests later), and that is how you came to be. Now that you are 18, Ransom wanted you to know the truth about your parents.

You now know your heritage and what happened to your parents. It is time to choose. Will you use your powers as a metahuman to aid Ransom, or will you become a slave like your mother? I’ll be in the next room. Think it over and let me know when you decide. Just don’t wait too long.

All right, kid, you want to know all about your mother and father and how they met and how you came into this world: you’re old enough now. Anyway, I’ve been instructed to fill you in once you turn eighteen.

Superheroes may seem conceited because they behave as if the universe revolves around them. As it happens, it does—that is, of the multitudes of universes that coexist, many of them exist specifically to provide a stage for one or more superheroes or meta-humans.

This has led to more than one crisis of infinite proportions, as superheroes manipulate the rules of space and time to recreate their particular universe into one more to their liking. This has led to a great splintering of universes, with many odd variations on the universe from which they came. Ours is one such world, called Earth X.

Earth X was nearly identical to what some called Earth Prime. While many superheroes populated Earth Prime, with many explanations for their superpowers, none of them realized the true source of their powers. In this reality, space and time were permeated with lust suppression pheromones that affected only superheroes and supervillains. In fact, the abstinence from sex fueled all the superpowers, from the invulnerability of superman to the preternatural engineering prowess of Batman. Metahumans instead channeled their efforts into attaining or maintaining power, either for good or evil. So it was on Earth X.

While superheroes sometimes fell in love with other superheroes, they almost never had sex. As further evidence of the lust suppressing pheromones, when voluptuous superheroines, such as Batgirl or Wonder Woman, were captured by supervillains so evil that they would gladly snuff out entire cities or worlds of people to further their schemes, these supervillains never laid a hand on their caped captives’ curvaceous cupcakes. These supervillains somehow overcame a superheroine’s superpowers, using such fiendishly clever tactics as sneaking up behind her and covering her mouth with a chloroform soaked rag. They tied them up, still wearing their sexy tights and clingy tops, and then, once the woman regained consciousness, they prattled on about how they could now complete their scheme to attain supreme something-or-other-ness. The heroine always got away with her virtue, and hence her superpowers, intact.

But one of the supervillains in one of the universes tried (again) to remake things in a better form—he had found the perfect woman, only her breasts weren’t quite large enough—and naturally something went terribly wrong and timelines changed. On Earth X, the change was relatively simple but with tremendous impact. The pheromones that inhibited sex and stimulated the desire for power changed. Now, they reversed the priorities. Lust began to increase, especially in meta-humans. They were still interested in power, but now instead of the power to control commodities and governments, they wanted to sexually dominate those who stimulated their lust. Furthermore, the impact of sex on powers changed so that for male superheroes, sex increased their abilities while for superheroines, their powers diminished with every orgasm.

But that is getting ahead of our story, which begins before the shift in reality.

Chapter 1

Although they both fought crime in Gotham and Metropolis, the paths of Supergirl and Batgirl had rarely crossed. But that changed when the supervillian called Ransom began to operate in various large cities on Earth X, including Gotham and Metropolis. Things had been rather quiet before this, with most of the significant supervillains behind bars, in padded cells, or driven far from planet, some into other universes. Ransom’s specialty was kidnapping and blackmail. Important people began to get nabbed and ransom demands issued. Sometimes the demands were for money, but more often for some technological secret or prototype, results of secret government scientific studies, and computer hacking devices. Others, with dirty secrets, found that someone somehow had found out and was demanding something to keep from telling all.

In each case, the demands showed up in a way that was hard to explain, but which hinted at a sinister ability to infiltrate and spy on the powerful. Any attempt to use the delivery of the ransom to identify or capture or trick the kidnapper were always foiled, as if the kidnapper had informants who tipped him (or her) off from the get-go. Furthermore, the victims of the kidnappers, some of them children, were executed whenever such an attempt was made. When the demands were met, the goods were always spirited away before anyone could attempt to capture those responsible.

Fear was building among the rich and famous that they or their loved ones would be the next victims. The police provided Superman and Batman with all the leads they had and the two caped crime-fighters made their top priority catching Ransom. Both managed to capture people who turned out to be responsible for the kidnappings, but when interrogated, the kidnappers could not explain why they had done so. They were always people close to the victim, such as bodyguards, nannies, teachers, and so on. And they tended to work in a group. The super sleuths quickly came to the same conclusion, that Ransom had some way of controlling people.

It became clear to Superman and Batman that they had to catch someone in the act and figure out how Ransom was managing his control. The problem was that since the kidnappers tended to be people normally around the victims, there were no telltale signs that a kidnapping was about to take place. Batman suggested that they make a list of rich and powerful and enlist the help of other superheroes in keeping watch over their loved ones, hoping to detect a kidnapping at the outset.

Many superheroes were willing to help, including Supergirl and Batgirl. Batman gave out assignments, pairing up the meta-humans with complementary powers. He had initially paired Batgirl with Robin and Supergirl with the Captain Atom, but both women complained that Batman had not paired any women up, always pairing a woman with a man. Batman argued that he had other reasons for his selections, but both made such a stink that he assigned them to work together, just to shut them up.

Supergirl and Batgirl were assigned to watch over the daughter of a wealthy oil tycoon, Emmet Jakes. Jakes was a very solitary man but one with tremendous assets, including several labs working on alternative ways of generating energy. His wife had died and he had never remarried. He had just one child, a 19-year-old daughter named Emma, who was just starting college. Jakes was informed that the Maid of Might and the Dominoed Daredoll would be keeping watch. He told them to concentrate on Emma, as he had ways of keeping himself secure without relying on bodyguards and security goons.

A meeting was arranged in one of Jakes’ warehouses with a secret lab underneath. Emma arrived before the superheroines. Jakes had personally programmed all the automated security cameras himself to recognize her. She was of average height, about five foot six, with a full head of long brunette hair, brown eyes, and a creamy complexion. Her figure was as curvy as a mountain road and she did not mind showing it off. She was dressed in the new fashion, wearing tight jeans that rode very low on her hips, with bell bottoms covering her sandaled feet. She wore a tie-dyed tube top that left little to imagination. Once the security system verified her, she strolled into the elevator and down to the lab level, where she sat reading a magazine in one of the conference rooms.

Batgirl was next to arrive. Jakes had to give her a special passkey since she did not want to reveal her secret identity. She arrived on her supercharged motor scooter and strolled gracefully into the hidden back entrance of the warehouse. Barbara Gordon did not really think of herself as a superheroine, beyond the trappings of the role, the gray tights, yellow boots with heels (a girl has got to be stylish, even when fighting crime), yellow gloves and black bat-cowl that covered all but her flowing red locks. When she thought superheroine, she thought of Wonder Woman, with powers granted by the gods, able to fly, with reflexes that can deflect bullets with her femininium bracelets, and a body that could take a beating and keep on pounding away at the enemies of truth and decency.

Babs, as her father and friends called her, had wanted to be a police officer, but even if the force at that time had allowed women, she was not even up to the minimum height requirement of five foot five inches (although she did in her heels). It did not matter that she had bested everyone in the top ranks of her martial arts sensei, nor that she had mastered the art of acrobatics at a level that could have easily earned her gold medals at the Olympic games, or her weight training that gave her surprising strength for one as slender and voluptuous as Barbara. While all these things, plus a super-genius IQ and photographic memory, allowed her to be successful at fighting crime, she did not think she had any superpowers.

But she was wrong. She was endowed with superhuman powers, subtle though they were. Her strength, reflexes, agility, and thinking abilities all operated at a level unmatched by any normal human, even the best athletes and special forces agents. And she further heightened these levels by abstaining from sex and avoiding romance. True, she was attracted to Batman, Superman, and especially Robin, the Boy Wonder, whom she liked to flirt with whenever they were shoulder to shoulder fighting evil-doers. But she agreed with Batman that to indulge in passions of romance and lust would distract and diminish her ability to keep ahead of the supervillains. She did not even pleasure herself, although she longed to know what an orgasm felt like. Whenever she was tempted to touch herself, she dashed off to the gym to go through her workout, after which, she was too tired to think of sex.

The passkey allowed her into the elevator and she rode it down, hoping she was not the last one to arrive. She found the conference room where Emma was waiting and strolled confidently in.

“You must be Emma. I’m Batgirl.”

Emma did not stand up but just slouched lower in her chair, looked her up and down, raised her eyebrows, rolled her eyes, popped her gum, and said, “Groovy,” and went back to reading an article on the latest teen band sensation.

Nonplussed, Batgirl looked around the austere room. “Supergirl has not arrived, I take it,” she said and paced back out to the door.

“Figured that out, did ja?” Emma drawled.

“Well, I’m early, so we can get acquainted while we wait. What are you going to study in school?”

“Dunno,” Emma muttered.

“Do you like school so far?”

Emma shrugged and popped her gum again.

The conversation continued in this manner, with Batgirl asking questions and getting one word answers that told her little.

Meanwhile, Supergirl was circling the warehouse, checking for anyone spying on the area. When she was satisfied that no one was, she flew down to the entrance and presented herself to the security check camera. Since she did not hide her face as Supergirl, Jakes had been able to scan her for the security system.

She stood tall, feet spread and flat on the ground (no heels for her, but then, she stood almost six feet tall). The camera took in her strong, angular face, blue eyes, full natural blond hair, and then scanned on down her body. She wore her usual costume, with the white long-sleeved top, emblazoned with the red “S” on a yellow background, and tucked into a red mini-skirt with a yellow belt. The top hugged her muscular torso and her full breasts. She was not as buxom as Batgirl or Wonder Woman, but she filled out her top with distinction. Her skirt covered little of her strong, lean legs. Red calf-high boots completed the ensemble.

Supergirl strode through the warehouse looking for the elevator. There was a bounce in her step. She never felt quite so good as when she was able to help others with her gifts. She knew little of her original family, having crash-landed on Earth X over three years ago. Superman had helped her adjust, believing her to be his cousin, but she had no memory of Krypton or her childhood. She had similar powers to Superman: the ability to fly, heat-ray vision, super-strength, and she was impervious to damage from things like bullets, heat, and cold. As with Superman, kryptonite weakened her, but unlike Superman, it merely took away her powers while she was in contact with it or near it. It could kill her only if she were buried in an avalanche of the strange crystals. And, of course, like all other meta-humans, she would also lose some of her powers from having an orgasm, although like Batgirl, she had so far abstained from any romance.

Even in her secret identity guise of Linda Danvers, she generally found the prospect of anything more intimate than a conversation with a man frightening. She was attractive enough, but she hid her figure with loose clothing and her blond hair with a mousy brown wig. Her social skills needed refining as well. She had been sixteen when she arrived, and after a stint on Paradise Island with Wonder Woman, she attended high school, at Superman’s insistence, and was now, three years later, enrolled in the same college that Emma attended.

But for all that, she has never felt like she had a life, always wondering what it is like to grow up with parents and carefree days of games and bedtime stories. Whenever a boy had shown an interest in her, she withdrew until the guy gave up trying to ask her out. She had noted that her powers had increased over the three years she had been around, but she always assumed that was just because she was still learning how to control them. And her view of men was first influenced by the feminist ideology of Paradise Island, and so she has not really trusted any man other than her cousin, Superman. She had urges, but no one, not even the Amazons at Paradise Island, explained to her about masturbation and orgasms. She knew about where babies came from, but nothing about sex. So she threw herself into the one thing she did best: fighting the forces of evil and saving the lives of the people who are endangered by the plans of the supervillains and ordinary criminal alike.

After finding the elevator and being scanned, she descended and found Batgirl jabbering on about some ideas she had about the evolution of popular music. Emma had grunted in what seemed to be an affirmative when Batgirl had asked if she liked music, and since Emma was not really holding up her end of the conversation, Batgirl launched into a soliloquy about the music she liked and why.

“Supergirl! You’re right on time,” Batgirl exclaimed with relief as the tall blond walked confidently into the room. Babs was glad that they could begin the task of briefing Emma on the plan to watch over her. Being with this rebellious teenager made Babs feel old, even though she was just five years the senior of Emma and Supergirl.

“As you know, a villain who calls himself Ransom appears to be able to control the minds of people and can cause those close to a person to kidnap him or her. Afterwards, the control is relinquished and little memory of the incident remains. Ransom somehow presents his demands and so far has made off with everything that has been provided. When authorities have tried to trick Ransom, he has avoided the trick and killed the victim.”

Emma yawns and nods. “I know all this.”

“Good. Now, Batman’s plan is to have us shadow people like yourself, prime targets according to my computer program that analyzes the pattern of victims and demands, correlating them with …”

“Like, I know all this,” Emma interrupted testily. “You two will follow me like the good puppy dogs that you are and then what?”

Babs swallowed an angry retort, allowing that Emma’s bravado might just be a front to disguise her worry. “Okay, well, since Supergirl and I can’t really follow you looking like this, we’ll be in disguise but always close at hand. And we can summon other heroes to come and help if there is any attempt to kidnap you.”

Supergirl took up the briefing next. “I’ve got a good friend who is also a student at the university, Linda Danvers. She’ll meet you and introduce herself. Here’s her picture.” Supergirl pulled a small snapshot from a pocket inside her skirt.

“I’ll also have a friend in the area, Barbara Gordon,” Batgirl added. “She’ll be doing a guest teaching stint next week, and so she’ll be on campus talking to students about their attitudes toward library research. She’ll always be in the area, and she and Barbara will have small radio communicators, keeping in contact with us.”

“So, like, what if this Ransom dude controls Linda and Barbara?” Emma said, with a slight twinge of concern leaking through her attitude.

“We don’t think that likely. They have very strong wills,” Batgirl assured Emma, “but just in case, we have a plan B.” Batgirl reached into one of her yellow utility pouches and pulled out a small silver ring. “This earring has a tracking transmitter that will kick in if you get too far away from Linda or Barbara, and we can find you … or them, as they have them too. Just make sure you’re always wearing it.”

Emma looked skeptically at the loop, but then shrugged and put it on. “Okay,” she said, “but they can’t cramp my style, ‘kay? I’m going to a sorority party tonight and I don’t want a couple of losers dragging me down.”

Supergirl and Batgirl exchanged a look of annoyance, but said nothing.

“Meet Linda and Barbara by the main fountain in one hour.” Batgirl said and Emma agreed with a shrug.

An hour later, Emma trolled up to the fountain, looking for someone who looked like Linda. Supergirl, now disguised as her alter-ego, sat in a bulky gray school sweatshirt and a pair of baggy khaki pants, reading a book. As Emma approached her, Barbara Gordon, who had been shadowing Emma since she arrived back on campus, came up and pretended to not know either girl. She asked her some questions about her use of the library and then moved on, always talking to students in their area.

Emma said to Linda, “Okay, let’s go. I’ve got to get ready for the party. You up for a happening party at the Kappa Sigs?”

Linda said yes, truly pleased to be able to attend a party, although inwardly, she was afraid of what she might encounter. Alcohol had little effect on her, but she knew it affected Earth humans differently.

As they started to walk away, they were startled to feel a slight tremor, as if a building had fallen nearby or a bomb had exploded, but with no sound and no other effect except a slight flash of light and a puff of air on their faces. Then things seemed normal again. They looked around, and saw others doing the same. When nothing else happened, they carried on. Little did they know that the very fabric of space and time had changed for Earth X and the lust inhibiting pheromones had shifted into their dark opposite.

Linda noticed that her pussy had gotten a little wet. She also noticed a slight tingle in her loins. She said nothing to Emma, but wondered what it meant. Barbara noticed the same thing. She knew what a wet pussy meant and wished she could distract herself with a good workout. Instead, she began to notice how handsome some of the boys were on campus, glancing down at their crotches and wondering at their equipment. She chastised herself for allowing such a petty distraction and redoubled her concentration on shadowing Emma toward her dorm room.

Barbara had dressed in a white shirt, light blue pinstripe jacket, and matching skirt, nylons, and pumps. This made her look a lot older than the students, although she was still only a few years older than most. Her skirt came almost to her knees and her suit disguised her 38D chest somewhat, but she began to feel as if she were being watched. Glancing around, she noted more than one guy gazing at her, or more accurately, at her chest or legs, with silly half-smirks.

Once she got to the vicinity of the dorm, she slowed down and began to stop students again and do her library question-and-answer routine. As she talked to one young man, a couple of his friends caught up with him and joined in listening to Barbara.

“Hello,” she began, “I’m Barbara Gordon, head librarian at the Gotham Public Library. I wonder if I might ask you a few questions about your use of the library.”

Her sharp hearing heard one of the guys murmur into the ear of his buddy, “Head Librarian! She could give me head any day! He He He.”

She ignored this and asked the guy she had first stopped, a handsome blond wearing a gymnastics letter jacket. “How often would you say you go to a library each week?”

The guy had let his eyes drift down to her chest. He looked back up at her cool green eyes and said, “If the librarian at our library looked like you, I’d be in every night.” The other guys guffawed in agreement and there were more whispers.

Barbara blushed a little and glanced down at her steno pad for another question. She asked a few more until the jock interrupted and said, “You wanna come up to my dorm room? I could show you my stick.”

Barbara was taken aback by this and struggled for a response.

“My hockey stick,” the guy added, with a grin and a wink at his buddies. “You like hockey right? How about a puck? I could give you a great puck.”

Barbara adjusted her glasses and tried to smile. “I had better let you guys get going. I’ve got more research to do.”

As she walked away from them, one called out, “You can come up and do research on me anytime.”

Barbara felt annoyed at their sexist attitudes, but pleased that they thought her attractive. She asked other students questions, talking to coeds instead.

Meanwhile, inside the dorm, Emma showed Linda her dorm room. It was a mess, with clothes, books, papers, and empty take-out food containers all over. “I’m gonna take a shower,” Emma said, and promptly removed her clothes and wrapped herself in a towel. She had a stunning figure, with large, natural breasts for which gravity seemed to have little pull. Her waist was thin, her ass plump and firm, and her legs smooth and long. Linda snuck glances at her, admiring her and wishing she had a more attractive body, although her own body was certainly as hot, if slightly more muscular and a little less curvy.

Linda looked through some textbooks on fashion design and art history while she waited for Emma to return. She was back soon, and dropped her towel to look for clothes in her closet, which was packed with outfits and shoes. She put on a skimpy pair of bikini-like pink panties and shimmied into a tight mini-skirt that almost showed the base of her ass when she moved. She wore a thin white t-shirt with no bra, so it was easy to see her full breasts, her nipples pushing out under the thin fabric, even allowing a little of each areole to show through. She put on a suede jacket with fringes of leather dangling everywhere. She finished the ensemble with a rainbow colored headband and a pair of lightly tinted round wire-rim glasses.

As she adjusted her top, she pressed her hands under her breasts, lifted them slightly and murmured, “I hope I meet some cute guys tonight.” She licked her lips and began to touch up her make-up.

Once finished, she ordered Linda, “Stand up and let’s find you something better to wear. Take off those baggy things. They won’t even let you into the party looking like that.”

Linda panicked. She had her Supergirl outfit on under the baggy clothes. “I should take a shower first,” she said and borrowed a towel. In a bathroom stall, she took off her Supergirl costume and tucked it into her purse. Then she took a quick shower. While she was soaping herself up, a few girls came in to shower also. One of them took a look at the tall, muscular girl and said, “Boy, you must work out. You like looking like a boy?”

Linda turned, confused, hands on her breasts. The girl laughed and took another stall, her question rhetorical. Another girl passed by and said, “At least she’s got bigger tits than you, Sherrie!” They all laughed. Linda rinsed and left quickly, embarrassed by their comments.

Back in the dorm room, Emma had her stereo cranked up loud, playing the Rolling Stones. She turned it down and told Linda to drop her towel. She did, a little embarrassed as Emma looked her over, front and back.

“You’re a bit taller than me, but we can find something. Linda started to put her panties back on, a pair of full-size white cottons.

Emma saw them and laughed. “Where’d you get those? Your gramma’s house? Here, see if these fit.” She handed Linda one of her skimpy pairs and tossed Linda’s into the trash can.

Linda pulled on the panties Emma gave her. They were tight and seemed to cover almost nothing. Her blond bush— full and untrimmed—peaked around and over the front, and camel toes were clearly visible. “Perfect,” Emma said and handed her a mini-skirt.

Linda started to put them on, but said, “There’re too small,” as she got the waistband up to her ass.

Emma said, “That’s how they’re supposed to be. Here,” and she pulled up and managed to squeeze Linda’s firm ass into the skirt, which wrapped tightly around her buns and only reached down to the middle of her thighs. “Now for a top,” Emma said and quickly handed her a white halter top that showed most of her back and midriff, with two strips of cloth tied under her breasts. Her nipples could be seen via the impression on the lightweight white fabric. Emma next handed her a yellow and green knit cap that she pulled over most of Linda’s short brown hair.

She finished the effect off by applying some makeup to Linda, the first she had ever worn. A little eye-shadow, some color to the cheeks, and mauve lipstick, all brought out the best in Linda’s pretty face. She looked in the mirror and felt both terrified and a little proud. She never thought of herself as that attractive, but dressed in a mini, halter, and not much else, she looked, well, hot.

Emma looked at her watch and then rummaged in a drawer. “We’ve got a little time to kill. Want to smoke some pot?”

Linda was again in unfamiliar territory. She had never, but she nodded and watched as Emma lit up a joint and took a deep lungful of the sweet-smelling smoke. She handed it to Linda who imitated Emma. The smoke did not make her cough, but she was not sure it was doing anything else, but she pretended it was good and they took turns drawing on the joint until it was a tiny nub. Then Emma led her off to the party.

Barbara Gordon sat in her Ford Pinto, keeping an eye on the front doors of the dorm. When she saw Emma stroll out with some hot chick, she panicked, wondering what had happened to Supergirl. She turned on her earphone communicator and said, “Linda! Where are you?”

The girl with Emma waved at Barbara’s lime-green car and Barbara heard Linda say, “I’m with Emma. We’re going to a party!” She sounded more chipper than Babs had ever heard her.

“What are you wearing?”

“Just something Emma gave me. I’m s’posed to be undercover right?” and Linda giggled.

Barbara shrugged. As long as they kept tabs on Emma, she thought. Barbara started her car and drove slowly along ahead of the girls, parked and let them pass, and then drove forward more, always keeping them in sight.

The girls arrived at a frat house where a party was just starting to crank up Barbara could see kids all over the front porch and in the side yard. Many had beer bottles, which was certainly not supposed to happen at campus parties. She watched as the girls headed into the party. As soon as they got into the main house, the loud stereo and yelling and laughing made it impossible to hear what Emma or Linda were saying, so she turned it off and just watched.

She slouched in her car and tried to stay awake. After fifteen minutes, she heard a guy making a phone call from a phone box near her car. She didn’t give him much of her attention until she heard him say, “Really, gangbanging a cheerleader? All right! Which one? … Is she the one with the big tits, blond, wears red nail polish? … All right. She’s the one’s been asking for this, right? … Yeah, well save a piece for me. I’ll be right over. Later.”

Barbara knew she had to follow the boy and save the cheerleader from such a dreadful fate. She turned on her communicator. “Bats to Super. Bats to Super. You there Super?”

She could only hear the splintering sounds of heavy metal music. When Linda did not answer, Barbara gave up and hoped that Supergirl could handle the situation without her. Making sure no one was near, she changed out of her suit and into her Batgirl costume, slipped out of the car, and removed her Bat-scooter from a secret compartment in the trunk. She would need the vehicle to be able to follow the boy without being seen or heard. As she started the engine, she wondered again when Batman would have time to design her a faster vehicle with more style and menace. It was embarrassing to ride up to a crime scene on a scooter and even worse when she could not keep up with the villains. Meanwhile, Batman had the Batmobile, the Bat Plane, the Bat Boat, and so on. She wondered if he didn’t take her seriously because she was a girl, and not for the first time.

She motored along and quickly caught sight of the guy from the phone call. He was trotting down the street. She easily shadowed him and slowed when he cut across a lawn to enter a house. Parking her Vespa, Batgirl crept through the shadows to a window and peered in. Nothing. She systematically looked in each window around the house until near the back, she saw activity. Through a crack in the curtain, she could see a coed tied to a large footstool. She was on her back and her hands and legs were tied to the base of the footstool. Ropes had been tied to her knees and tied under the stool, forcing her legs wide, leaving her pussy completely exposed. She was gagged with a leather strap that had a black rubber ball fastened to it and crammed into her mouth. She did have big tits plus blond hair (natural), and red fingernail and toenail polish. She had once had a cheerleader outfit on, but the skirt was now bunched around her waist and the sweater and bra pushed up around her shoulders, her panties in shreds, exposing her intimate parts. Barbara looked in horror as one of the guys dropped his pants and moved toward the cheerleader in bondage.

Barbara did not need to see anymore. She ran to the back door, jimmied the lock, and padded through the house to the room she had seen. With a rush of adrenaline, she dashed into the room and started kicking and punching until all the guys were cowering in the corners of the room. Then Batgirl took a Bat-knife and slashed through the ropes and removed the gag from the terrified blond.

“Are you all right?” Batgirl asked as she helped the girl up.

For a response, the girl punched Batgirl hard in the stomach and then in the jaw. Batgirl fell to the floor. “What the fuck are you doing!” the cheerleader yelled and she drove her heel into Batgirl’s stomach, making her double over and lose her breath.

As Batgirl gasped and found her voice, the boys were recovering and assembling around her. “I was saving you!” Batgirl whined as she held her stomach. “They were raping you!”

“No they weren’t! I asked them to. It’s a fantasy of mine to be gang-banged. That’s not against the law!”

Batgirl groaned. What had she done? She started to get up, but the boys converged on her and grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back and sat her down on a couch. “Let me GO!” squealed Batgirl but the guys just laughed.

The guy who had been fucking the cheerleader when Batgirl stormed the room spread her knees and knelt in front of her, resting his hands on her thighs. He was a slender man with brown eyes and black hair. Some blood was trickling from his mouth from where it had been rammed into the wall.

“Batgirl, hmmm,” he smirked. “You’ve broken the law and we are all witnesses. It just so happens that I’m pre-Law and do you know what will happen to you if we report this?”

Batgirl started to speak but he silenced her with a hard slap to her face that jerked her cowled head sideways.

“I’ll tell you,” he continued, “If we report this, you will be arrested and charged with breaking an entering and assault. I’ll bet if we looked through that utility belt of yours, we’d find some illegal weapons.” He stopped and wiped the blood from his mouth.

“So here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to play nice with us while we fuck your brains out.” Batgirl gasped. “That’s right, Bat Broad. You’re going to do whatever we want, ‘cause if you don’t let us, we’ll just call the police. Of course, they’ll have to take that mask off, so your secret identity will be revealed as well. What do you say? Can we fuck you or do we call the cops?”

Batgirl’s mind raced as she tried to decide what to do.

Meanwhile, back at the frat party, Supergirl, aka Linda Danvers, was trying to keep an eye on Emma, but the coed seemed to be deliberately trying to distance herself from Linda. Guys kept hitting on Linda and she was getting embarrassed. She lied and said her boyfriend would be there later, and most of them lost interest. But then four guys stepped in front of her as she was trying to see where Emma had gone.

Two were tall, over six feet, one was average size but stocky as a football linebacker, and the fourth was kind of geeky looking, short, hair disheveled, black glasses, and a wispy attempt at a moustache.

“We’ve been watching you,” tall guy number one said. He was blond, wearing a blue work shirt and tight jeans. His hair was longer than Linda’s (wig), flowing down to his shoulders. “You haven’t had anything the drink. Here!” He shoved an opened beer bottle into her hands. “Drink up.”

Linda shrugged and took a sip of the beer. She winced because it was bitter, but they assumed she was not used to drinking, and encouraged her to drink it down.

“You can’t party without getting drunk,” tall guy number two said, and took a swig from his own beer. He had an acne-scarred face, shaggy black hair, and a short beard. He was wearing a rugby shirt and cut-off jeans.

They did not let Linda put the beer down until she had drained it. She knew the alcohol would not affect her, but she was still a little high from the pot she had smoked.

“If you liked that, let me make you something you’ll love,” said the geeky guy. He gestured for her to follow. She tried to tell him that she did not really care for beer, but the music was too loud or else he ignored her. He went to a counter with various bottles of alcohol and proceeded to mix a drink in a red plastic cup. At a key point, he shielded his hands from her with his body and tipped a small test-tube of liquid into the drink and stashed the tube again. After stirring it, he presented it to her.

“The effect is best if you chug it.”

“Chug it?” Linda said, looking puzzled.

“Like this,” the stocky guy said and reached around from behind her and guided the cup to her mouth and she took a sip. But he kept the cup there and tipped more into her mouth. She swallowed frantically to keep from spilling the drink.

The guys started to chant, “Chug! Chug! Chug!” until she had swallowed the whole drink.

The geeky guy introduced himself, yelling to be heard above the music. “I’m Chip. This here is Chris,” pointing to tall guy number one, “that’s Treat,” the stocky guy, “and Randy,” tall guy number two.

“I’m Linda!” she yelled.

“Have you seen the house yet?” Chris asked.

Linda shook her head.

“Come’on!” Chris said, taking her hand and pulling her toward the back of the house.

Maybe I’ll see Emma this way, Linda thought to herself. They pointed out the kitchen, pool room, library (which was the size of a pantry), and headed upstairs. Linda had not seen Emma in any of the rooms.

It was quieter on the second floor. As they went down a hallway littered with beer cups and smashed doughnuts, Linda noticed some couples making out in some rooms. She heard soft moans coming from another, as they stopped while Randy ducked into the bathroom to piss off some of his beer consumption.

Chris nattered on about how many times the frat had won the Greek Olympics. While he talked, Linda focused her x-ray vision to peer into the room with the moaning sounds. She was shocked to see a guy and a girl fucking with abandon, both stark naked.

She looked away and realized she was feeling a bit light-headed, a very unfamiliar feeling. Randy popped back out and they guided her down to the end of the hall and up another flight of stairs to something of an attic. There was an old table turned over with the legs sticking up, a couple of beat-up mattresses, and various boxes. A couple of bare light bulbs illuminated the dusty room.

Suddenly, Linda swayed and dropped to one knee to keep from falling. Treat steadied her. A moment later, she realized he had one hand on her right breast and was squeezing it like he was looking for ripe fruit at a produce stand. She tried to pull away, but Chris took one of her arms and glad-handed her other breast. Her vision blurred and the number of guys in the room shifted from four to eight and back to four again.

They laughed and dragged her over to the overturned table. She tried to get her feet under her to give her some leverage to punch these fresh goons, but her legs seemed to have turned to jelly. As they got her to one end of the table, Chris tugged on the ties of her halter top and it came loose. They tossed it aside and lifted her to her knees and held her steady. She felt a sudden draft on her ass, as her skirt and panties were dragged down to her knees. She tried again to break free. She was confused. She had super-strength, but she could barely move.

“Whoa, and real blond!” Randy said and slapped a hand to her crotch to stroke her soft blond bush.

She cried, “Help me! Help me!” but she was not able to catch a deep breath to get any volume and they just laughed. She hoped that Barbara could hear her and would rescue her.

They pushed her to her back and held her arms up and back until they were each touching one of the upright legs. Then they used rolls of duct tape to tape her forearms to the table legs. Her skirt and panties were removed and each ankle was taped to the table leg next to each wrist, so her legs were spread wide and back over her shoulders.

One of the guys pulled out a camera and snapped a picture. The flash hurt her eyes and she realized she was in deep trouble. Her tits were framed by her legs and her cunt and asshole were spread wide for all the guys to see and photograph. Then she saw them taking off their clothes. She was now completely unable to move and weak as a kitten. She could only hope that Batgirl would get there soon.

How will Batgirl and Linda escape the clutches of these nefarious teenagers? Stay tuned.

Chapter 2

Our Story So Far: While working under cover to protect a potential kidnapping victim of a villain known as Ransom, Supergirl and Batgirl had assumed their civilian identities as Linda Danvers and Barbara Gordon. Barbara overheard a phone call that tipped her off to a rape in progress. But after she arrived and beat up the four guys and freed the bound cheerleader, she learned that it was all just consensual sex, acting out the girl’s bondage fantasies. Batgirl, taken by surprise, has been captured and given a choice of submitting to their sexual demands or risk arrest and the exposure of her secret identity. Meanwhile, Linda Danvers has been given a drug that has weakened her, allowing a group of frat rats to tie her up in the house attic. Can our heroines escape with their virtue intact? And if not, will the strange shift in worlds cause them to lose their powers? And what has happened to Emma, the hot coed they were protecting?

Batgirl, confronted with the choice of letting these college boys gang-bang her or being arrested for assault, reluctantly agreed to the sex.

“Hot dog,” shouted the apparent leader of the gang. “Come’on, bitch! Time to ride.” He stood up and headed out the room. The two guys lifted Batgirl and made her walk behind the leader. They continued to hold Batgirl, in case she tried to renege and make a break for it. She would have too, but they held her firmly. They were husky guys, a black and a white, each about six feet tall and apparent weight-lifters or football players. The fourth guy followed along, readying a 35 mm camera and flash. He was evidently not a jock, with a slight build and a burned out look.

The cheerleader snatched her uniform and a gym bag full of equipment of some kind and followed along. “This could be more fun than what I had planned,” she said to the camera guy.

The leader took them to a utility room toward the back of the house. It had been added on and had no windows, just a washer, dryer, and a boxy metal sink, with an exposed ceiling. The leader grabbed a coil of clothesline to bind Batgirl, but cheerleader girl noticed a pair of bat-cuffs sticking out of one of Batgirl’s utility pouches and pulled them out. “Use these,” she said, and gestured up at the ceiling where a couple of pipes passed over the area.

They stood Batgirl on a crate, and raised her arms up to the ceiling, her wrists just inches from the pipes. The leader took the cuffs and slapped one around the yellow glove over Batgirl’s slender hands, looped the other end over the pipes, and secured her other hand. He called for the rope anyway and adjusted her arms so they were straight over her shoulders with the backs of the wrists turned inward to face each other. He tied the wrists tightly, then the elbows, and another length around each shoulder and then threaded the rope back up through the bindings and to the pipes. Now her weight would not rest on the handcuffs. He also figured she might have a way to unclasp her own handcuffs.

“What are your names?” Batgirl demanded while the last ropes were adjusted on her arms.

The leader laughed and said, “The less you know about us, the better for us, so no names, but you can call me Jay, him Ray,” pointing to the black guy, “Jose,” (indicating the other muscular guy), “and Clay,” the guy with the camera. “Might as well call her Mae,” he added, glancing at the cheerleader, who was back in her uniform, a sexy burgundy and white outfit with a very short skirt with no panties underneath. She wore no bra and her big breasts could be seen shifting under her tight sweater.

Jay stood back from the trussed up heroine, kicked the box out from under her feet and indicated that Clay should take her picture like this. “In case you go to the cops, you can be sure that these photos will find their way to every TV news team and newspaper in Gotham City.”

Barbara shuddered as her helplessness was documented. Clay stepped up to Batgirl, whose feet were dangling inches above the floor. He was tall enough that he still looked down on her face a little. Let’s see what she’s packin’,” he said and put his hands to her breasts. He was surprised to find no sign of a bra. Her tights were specially designed to give her support without adding the unsightly bra lines. Batgirl squirmed as she felt his strong hands wrap around her boobs and begin to massage them. No man had ever touched her like this. “Guess what, guys? They’re natural. She’s got a couple of major league yahbos!”

Batgirl stopped squirming, as it was just turning Jay on. She realized with horror that she was getting aroused by the situation and the stimulation on her sensitive breasts. Her nipples got hard and she was starting to get a little wet down below.

Jay stepped back and indicated Clay should take another picture. This time, her nipples could be seen pressing against the lightweight material. “I guess she wants this as much as you did,” Jay said to Mae, who was rummaging in her bag for something.

“Let’s see how you get this costume off,” Jay said and tried to remove her belt. He unclasped it, but it stayed on her. He looked underneath and saw why. To speed her change of clothes, the uniform was tucked into the inside of the belt and zipped into place above and below, with a zipper hidden down the middle of her back. He opened the zipper that connected the top to the belt and slowly lifted it until he could see the bottom of her jugs. Clay was now taking pictures every 15 seconds or so. Then Jay shoved the top up to bunch around her shoulders, exposing her D-Cup breasts in all their glory. After a few pictures, Jay pushed up on them from below and licked the hard nipples.

Then he undid the snaps that held the front and back of her hip tights in place under her crotch. Her legs were covered in a kind of pantyhose, which Jay slowly pulled down, revealing her lush red bush and a host of freckles from her hips to her chest. Ray and Jose moved up behind her and pulled the bottom half of her tights off around her yellow boots. They also removed her cape, so except for her cowl, boots, and the top bunched around her shoulders, she was completely naked. The guys marveled at her strong body, rippling with well toned muscles, and now acquiring a sheen of sweat.

“Oh God,” Batgirl moaned. “Please don’t do this! I’m supposed to be protecting a young woman. Her life may depend on me being able to help her if she’s attacked! I’ve got to … Mnmgh!” Her mouth had just been plugged with the black ball-gag that Jay adjusted behind her head.

Mae stepped up and was probing into Batgirl’s pussy with a couple of fingers. She withdrew them and showed the guys. “She’s getting into this! Look! She’s wet.”

Jay and the guys started to take their clothes off, but Mae shouted, “Hey, hey, hey! This was my party, remember? I get first crack at her.”

“What a lesbo!” Jose murmured.

“I’m not a lesbian! I’ll remember that, next time you ask for a blow job,” Mae retorted. “Spread her legs,” she ordered, and Jose and Ray grabbed Batgirl’s boots and lifted them sideways, leaving her cunt completely exposed. Mae knelt and two fingers into Batgirl’s pussy and began to pump them up and down. With her other hand, she pinched Batgirl’s clit and began to knead it around under her thumb. Batgirl’s back went ramrod rigid when she felt the warm fingers frigging up and down in her pussy and mashing her clit flat and shifting it back and forth very fast. Jose stood behind her and squeezed her firm ass mounds. Jay and Ray stepped closer and licked and sucked on Batgirl’s nipples and tits as they held her legs apart. And the camera relentlessly flashed.

Batgirl realized that she was very horny and clearly getting more so. She began to breath heavily and finally abandoned modesty and began to moan with pleasure. “Mmmnng! AhhmMMnnah! Oooaha!” Her back began to jerk as her pussy was now on fire with pleasure. The last straw was added as Jose worked a thick finger into her exposed asshole and began to wiggle it around.

“MMMNnnNGNNN! AABB CuummmMMMMNNGHGNGHAAAAaaaa!” she moaned as her body exploded with spasms of pleasure, the likes of which she had never known. The trio continued to pump, vibrate, suck and probe furiously, milking her orgasm to the last spurt.

Mae withdrew her mouth and Batgirl, still groaning with pleasure, prayed that it was over. Mae pulled a huge vibrating dildo from her back pocket, turned it on, and slid it up into Batgirl’s sopping cunt. Batgirl came again immediately and thrashed her head about and strained against her bondage. Mae was merciless, pumping the humming wonder in and out. Occasionally, she pulled it out and ran its tip over Batgirl’s ass hole, as if she might push it in, but then returned it to her cunt. Batgirl came one more time before Mae withdrew the dildo and yielded her victim to the guys.

They left her to hang limply while Clay documented her flush complexion and the trickle of cum juices that beaded in her bush and dripped to the floor.

Jay was undressed by this time and wanking his erect cock until the photos were taken. Then he stepped forward, spread her legs and lifted them to either side of his hips and positioned his cock at her pussy. He stepped back so that he only needed to thrust forward to fill her up. “Ready, bitch? Here it comes! Ramming speed!” he yelled with gusto and drove his hips forward, driving his long cock deep into Batgirl’s pussy.

Batgirl’s head lolled backward as she began to feel the pleasure mount again. Ray bent his face down and rested his nose between Batgirl’s awesome tits as he jerked her back and forth with his fucking, making her udders jiggle wonderfully.

He reached around and put a finger into her asshole. He now was ramming her hard and fast. Batgirl cried out again, “OOOHHORHRUHRRUHGggghgh!” and her body shuddered again.

“Here it cums!” Jay announced as his face screwed up and he cried, “Ohhh yeah! Aaaahaaah! Aaaaaaghghgh!” and Batgirl felt his hot spunk fill her twat.

“GNMOOOooo!” she moaned, but Jay just laughed.

“Maybe after tonight, Batgirl will have to take a nine-month vacation,” he jested as he backed away satisfied. “Man her pussy is tight!” Then he looked at his cock and saw it was smeared with blood and cum. “I popped Batgirl’s cherry!” he said proudly. “Get a picture of this,” and he posed next to the dangling, naked, sweaty Batgirl, showing off his bloody cock.

Meanwhile, back at the frat house, Linda Danvers had her own problems. Her hoped for rescue did not materialize. Chip was first to kneel next to her ass, but Treat and Chris said, “How come you get to go first?”

“Cause I got the drug that is making this all possible.” He was studying to be a veterinarian and had smuggled some muscle relaxant that was used to operate on animals. It made the animals unable to move, but they remained conscious and able to feel. When used on a human at the right dosage, it did the same, and the victim usually could remember little of the experience afterward. Linda’s alien metabolism turned out to be extra sensitive to the drug. Not only was she unable to move, she was ultra sensitive to every touch, sound, and smell.

Chip got on his hands and knees and put his face between Linda’s breasts. Then he licked the nipples and squeezed them. Her nipples got hard. That sometimes happened when she was in a jam fighting crime, but she did not know why. Then he moved down to lick her pussy out and squeeze her buns.

“Haaah! Uuuuhhh!” Linda gasped, as she felt a strange sensation ripple through her loins. It was pleasant in the extreme. Soon Chip was slurping at the first of her pussy juices to percolate out. He did not waste more time with foreplay.

Chip shifted foreword and slid the tip of his cock up and down her cunt lips, smearing her pre-cum up to her clit and down to her ass hole. Linda quivered and then squeaked involuntarily as Chip shoved his cock up into her pussy. “OOOoooouuuu!”

Linda realized that she was being raped. She was mortified, but the experience was actually kind of pleasant for some reason. She was afraid of what else they might do, but this was not so bad. Chip humped her ever more vigorously, massaging her tits and kissing her on the lips, driving his tongue in her mouth, which was lolling open as she moaned slightly with each thrust he made. His cock felt good. It was not so big that it hurt her or reached to her deepest recess, but each time she felt the head push into her, she got a stab of pleasure that seemed to be warming her entire insides.

But before she could experience her first orgasm, Chip came. He withdrew, anxious to do like the studs in the porn movies he had seen, and shot cum into her bush and up her stomach, some splashing on the undersides of her creamy white breasts. The cum seemed to burn where it touched her ultra-sensitive skin.

Chip rose in triumph and stood in front of her. He moved so his cock was in front of her face and told her to lick it off. But she could not move her lips or tongue, so he just forced it in and the cum clinging to it was deposited in her mouth. It tasted sour and salty.

Chris was next in line and he did the same thing as Chip. He pushed his cock into her cunt and began to pump away. There was little finesse or style. He just fucked her. His cock was longer and a little thicker than Chip’s. Linda found it was even more pleasant with a bigger cock to fill her. He did not last long and although Linda was again moving toward her first climax, she did not reach it before he came. He left his cock in her pussy and she felt his spunk enter her. Each spurt sent a warm thrill up her spine.

Randy was next up. He did something different. He set his cock between her breasts and squeezed her mammaries around his hard cock. This was a different sensation. He adjusted his hands so his fingers could pinch her nipples. He clamped down hard, but Linda felt no pain, only a pleasant tingle that seemed to warm her breasts. While he was doing this, one of the guys began to thrust a few fingers into her cunt and a thumb diddled her clit. This had an electrifying effect on her nervous system and she shuddered and her eyes rolled up into her head. She gave out a moan of pleasure. “OOOOooommn!”

After each moan, Randy pinched her nipples hard.

“OOOOOoooohhhh! Aaaahhaaha! UNnnngg! AAAahhh!”

Her moans got louder as her mind was fogging up.

Then a finger wiggled its way into her ass hole and hands began to slap her ass cheeks hard. While this would have caused a normal girl sharp pain, Linda felt it only as an intense rush of pleasure. It felt as if someone had pushed electric current through her body from her knees to her shoulders. “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHhahahahahahahha!” she gasped. “HHHHHHhaaaa! Mmmmmmnnnn! EeeEeeahahhah!” Her body vibrated beneath Randy. The drug affected her voluntary nervous system, but not the involuntary.

Her pleasure pushed his cock to explode and Linda was startled as more hot globs of white stuff shot from Randy’s cock and landed on her neck and under her chin. One strand shot over her chin and lay in a line from her cheek up over her left eye.

Randy cleaned his tool off in her mouth too, and vacated for Treat, who stepped forward and showed her his cock. It was bigger than any of the others. She wondered what it would feel like rippling through her vagina.

She never found out. Treat wiped some cum off her stomach and smeared it around his thick cock, making it shine in the dim light. Then he put a finger in her ass hole and pulled it systematically in each direction, loosening it up. Then he jammed his cock head into the tiny orifice. Linda groaned in pleasure at first, but as he got his cock wedged deeper and deeper, she cried out from the pain. Somewhere in her brain, something told her she should not feel pain. Her body was supposed to be invulnerable to injury, which usually meant she also felt no pain.

She did not have time to reason it out, however, as Treat began to work his cock in and out of her ass. It was difficult at first, but as he got more lubrication around the inner walls of her anus, it slid more easily. He lifted her ass off the ground and got the best angle to drive his cock all the way into her ass. Linda groaned and the pleasure began to build again.

It took Treat a while to come and as he huffed and puffed and worked her ass over, she felt the tingles again, and came with a frightening suddenness that overwhelmed her senses and muscles in her loins contracted. She had weakened, but still had some super strength left. The sudden pressure on Treat’s cock made him come immediately. He groaned and thrashed as his cock shot cum into her super ass. Their moans and groans were like a duet. “AAAAAAHAHHHhHAHH!” Linda wailed as Treat groaned, “ooOOooOOFHhfh! ggggrraraaAAAH! AAAAAhhHHH!”

Their music quieted quickly and Treat pulled his cock out with a slllurrrrrpp, and let her ass plop to the ground. Her ass hole remained open slightly, a trail of white dribbling down her ass crack.

“God almighty that was awesome!” Treat sighed as he fell backwards, giving Supergirl’s ass a firm slap. He lay there grinning like an idiot while Chip and the others got dressed.

“What now?” Chris asked Chip. Chip looked at his watch. It had only been fifteen minutes since she succumbed to the drug. He figured she would be under for another half hour. “Go out and see if anyone wants to pay ten bucks to fuck a whacked out bitch in heat.”

Meanwhile, back at Batgirl’s perilous situation: “I’m next!” Jose called out and stepped forward, naked by this time, with a raging hard-on. Batgirl gasped as he came around front and she saw how thick his cock was.

“MMMNMNMNMNMNNNNNN,” she moaned shaking her head side to side, fear in her flashing green eyes.

“Oh, yeah!” Jose gloated. “Get ready for a real Johnson!”

“No,” Ray shouted and tried to move in front of Jose. “I should be next!”

The two studs jostled for position until Jay said, “What’s the problem? We got two cocks and she’s got two holes.”

Ray smiled and jumped behind Batgirl as Jose moved close and lifted her legs apart.

“Let me help,” Mae said, and she took more clothesline and tied Batgirls legs wide apart to appliances on either side. She now hung like an upside down Y.

This freed up Jose’s hands and he squeezed Batgirl’s breasts. Then he reached one hand down and positioned his cock at her pussy. “I hate sloppy seconds but seein’ as it’s Batgirl, I’m not complaining!” With that he thrust up and Batgirl was again being raped. Then she felt Ray’s hot cock pushing at her tiny ass hole. Ray began to force his dry cock into her ass.

“NNNNNNNNANANNNRRNNRNR!” Batgirl screamed into the gag, as Ray’s cock slowly wedged itself into her ass. All the while, Jose’s huge cock was reaming her sensitive pussy. Soon Ray’s cock began to thrust in and out as well, timing it so both their cocks rammed upward at the same time. She could feel the huge cocks spreading her insides apart, tickling their way up in her innards. Another orgasm could not be far away.

As they started to get their rhythm, Mae stepped up and Jose leaned back as he pumped. Mae set a couple of clamps on Batgirl’s plump nipples and Batgirl screamed again. “MMMMNnnnNNRRrhRhggh!!!” She had been ready to cum, but this scrambled her signals. Jose and Ray grunted in unison as they ravished her, while her nipples ached with both pleasure and pain. Her body was being jerked up and down, forward and back, her tits squeezed tight against Jose’s broad chest. It was too much and Batgirl again orgasmed. This time, she came just as both guys did and passed out as hot cum squirted into her ass and pussy at the same time.

The guys stepped back, grinning like jack-o-lanterns. Clay stepped up and photographed the cum dribbling down her inner thighs, and down her ass crack. Jay grabbed her red hair and held her head up for one last picture. Then he took the camera from Clay and said, “How do you want your Batgirl served?”

Clay thought a moment and said, “Bring her down on her knees, her hands behind her. I want to cum on her face.”

The others laughed at this idea and proceeded to untie her arms and bring her down. Batgirl regained consciousness as they were untying her. But she felt so weak, that she could not attempt an escape, even when her hands and arms were free. They re-tied her arms behind her back at the wrists and elbows and pulled her up to her knees. As they removed her gag, Clay stepped forward and dangled his half-erect cock in front of her face. Even in this state, it appeared eight inches long.

“Oh God! No. Please no! Haven’t you done enough? I can’t …uuUUUHHHH!”

Clay had cuffed her across the face with his open hand. “Shut up and open your mouth!” he snarled.

“No,” Batgirl whimpered one last time as he placed the tip of his cock at her lips.

“And no biting, or our deal’s off, and we’ll unmask you and leave you hogtied down by the docks! Lot’s of drunk longshoreman who’d love a chance to fuck a pretty, young superheroine like yourself.”

Batgirl knew she had to obey. She opened her mouth and he stuffed as much of his cock into her mouth as would fit. Batgirl had never given a blow job, of course, but she had a reasonable idea of what was expected. She began to massage the tip of his cock with her tongue and the rest with her lips. The cock rapidly hardened and straightened out to full length, almost ten inches. It was not thick, but he leaned forward, forcing it into her mouth so the tip reached her adenoids. Her lips were still two inches from his curly black pubic hair.

He worked his cock in and out, always pausing just at the back of her throat. At first it made her gag and cough, but she realized she would have to master her gag reflex to get through this. Jay snapped close-ups of Batgirl’s cowl-covered face, her plump lips forming a ring around Clay’s shaft. He backed off and got some more shots of her from the side, her tits hanging down and her bare ass resting between her yellow boots.

As he got into it, Clay grabbed the back of Batgirl’s head and began to force his cock down into her throat a little with each thrust. Batgirl’s throat gave off deep gurgles as she struggled to deep throat her rapist. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. Clay eventually got her nose up to his pubic hair and he held it there a moment, forcing Batgirl to hold her breath. Then he withdrew, she gasped for a breath, and he drove it in again. He played with her like this for a while.

Meanwhile, the other three guys gathered to either side and were erect again, stroking themselves to be ready to give Batgirl a bukkake facial. Jay gave the camera to Mae, who positioned herself to one side and framed Batgirl’s head. She snapped a few shots that showed her throat bulging with cock, her face up against Clay’s stomach.

Jay stood on the other side and put his hand on her head, holding it steady and getting a grip on her cowl.

Clay was moaning as he got ready to cum. He gave her face three more rapid thrusts as he stroked the base of his penis. Then with a nod he pulled his cock out as his balls drew up for the ejaculation. Just before Clay’s cock began to spurt, Jay yanked Batgirl’s cowl backwards, revealing Barbara Gordon’s wide-eyed shock. Mae had the camera’s motor drive turned on, so she could snap pictures every second. In this way, she recorded the first three strands of cum as they splashed into Barbara’s face.

As soon as the last spurt splattered on Batgirl’s chin, Jose stepped forward and squeezed off another volley of cum, which blasted into Barbara’s left eye and across her red hair by her ear. Another got her between her eyes and dripped down on either side of her nose.

More pictures. Then Ray moved forward. “Open wide, bitch!” he ordered. She reluctantly opened her mouth and he jammed his cock into her mouth as he came. She gagged as cum filled the back of her throat and some spilled out of the sides of her mouth. He withdrew so the last blast fell on her neck and breasts.

Jay was last and he directed all his effort to covering her luscious breasts.

Batgirl wanted to collapse with embarrassment and disgust, but they held her up and took picture after picture of the trails and globs of cum on her face chest, and breasts. Mae found a spoon and handed it to Jay, who proceeded to scoop cum off her face and feed it into her mouth. “Swallow this down,” he said as if her were talking to a little girl. “It’s good for you. Lots of protein.”

Barbara obeyed, her spirit crushed. She swallowed the nasty-tasting stuff with a sour expression. With each glob of cum removed, more of her face could be seen, until Jose recognized her. “This is Barbara Gordon. The police commissioner’s daughter. I saw her on television, running for a seat on the city council.”

Jay finished spooning the cum into Barbara’s mouth and when she had swallowed the last bit, he said, “Well, I guess that does it.”

“Wait a minute,” Mae objected. “What about my turn?”

“You had your turn,” Jay observed.

“I made her cum. Now it’s her turn to make me cum.”

Mae unlaced Batgirl’s arms and they laid her out on the floor. No ropes were needed, as Batgirl was completely compliant. Clay reloaded his camera and started taking more pictures. As soon as Batgirl was prone, Mae plopped down over Barbara’s face. “Start licking, Bat-bitch!” Mae ordered.

Barbara stuck her tongue up into the sweaty crack hovering over her face and began to work it over.

Mae had a riding crop and she brought it down hard on Barbara’s exposed stomach.

“AaAAh!” she moaned.

“Lick harder, whore!” Mae commanded sternly.

Barbara tried harder to please her mistress, anxious to avoid the crop, but she still felt its sting on her breasts, stomach, cunt, and thighs.

Gradually, Mae began to moan, “Oh yeah. Yes! Right there! OOOOOhhhh! Good! Harder!” She grounder cunt down over Barbara’s nose and Barbara frantically licked and sucked as Mae’s juices dribbled into her mouth.

Then with a shriek, Mae came, squirting cum directly into Barbara’s mouth and splattering her face. Barbara came simultaneously and cum squirted out of her exposed cunt. When Mae was done, she stood and grinned with satisfaction.

“That’s how it’s done, boys,” she purred.

Jay tossed a towel at Barbara along with her costume and belt.

“You’re free to go,” he said. “But know this! We’re going to develop these pictures in Clay’s darkroom, so no one but us will know your identity or see these pictures. You have one week to come up with … let’s see … how about a hundred thousand dollars. We’ll be in touch to tell you where to deliver it. If all is good, we give you the negatives. We keep the prints in case you try anything stupid down the road. Deal?”

Barbara could hardly think straight as she wiped the cum from her face and breasts. “I don’t have that kind of money,” was the best she could think of to stall. She really didn’t.

“Well, you’re resourceful. You’ll think of some way to raise it. A first-class whore like you ought to have some sugar daddies you can perform for in exchange for the money. I’ve heard Bruce Wayne is in tight with your daddy. Maybe you can suck him off for five-thousand dollars a pop!” They all laughed and began to get dressed.

Barbara pulled her cowl back up over her face and her top down over her breasts and began to assemble the rest of her outfit. She felt drained, as if she had run a marathon, but she had to get back to the party where Linda and Emma were. She would deal with this situation when her head cleared and she knew Emma was safe.

She looked at her watch and gasped with shock. She had been detained over an hour and she still had to get back to campus. She was ushered out to the street. “You’re a good fuck, Batgirl,” Jay said with a smirk. “Be careful fighting crime. It’s dangerous.”

“Fuck you,” Batgirl thought, but then realized that she just had, more than once. She stumbled to her Bat-Scooter and started the well muffled engine. It hurt her ass every time she went over a bump, but otherwise, she managed to get back to campus in five minutes. She hid her scooter in some bushes near the frat and ran up to the house. No time for subtlety. She had to find Linda and Emma.

The party was in full swing now. Wasted college kids lay around the porch and in every room, while others danced frenetically to the hard rock music sent shock waves through the house. Those who were aware enough to notice, stared at Batgirl, but no one attempted to stop her from looking in each room. She went from front to back, up to the second floor. She forced every door open, surprising more and a few couples humping away in the rooms. None of them was Emma or Linda, so she shut the door and moved on.

She saw a stairway at the back of the second floor and ran up it and into the attic. There had been some activity here and she could definitely smell the funky scents of rutting teens, but no one was there.

She visited the basement, but still no sign of Emma or Linda. She raced out into the back. Her strength was slowly coming back to her, perhaps driven by the adrenaline rush of needing to find her friends. In the back yard, near the trash cans, she saw someone laying in a shadow. Racing out she almost didn’t recognize Linda. Her hat and wig had been pulled off and lost. Her halter top was askew, showing most of her breasts, including a pink nipple. Her skirt had ridden up to her waist and she had no panties on. Her purse was still with her.

“Linda! Linda! Wake up!” Barbara pleaded and pulled the girl’s limp body upright and adjusted her clothes to cover her better. Linda’s sky-blue eyes opened a crack and she smiled goofily at Batgirl.

“Hi,” she quipped as if nothing had happened. “I had a little boo-boo.” She sounded a little wasted still. Batgirl got her up and walking and moved her back into the alley and away from the party, finding a spot between a garage and another building where no one could see them.

“I feel funny,” Linda murmured as she gradually was able to stand on her own. Then the situation began to sink in. “What happened to me?”

“That’s what I need to know,” Batgirl said urgently. “I was … ah … detained unavoidably, and now I find you like this and I can’t find Emma. We’ve got to find her or Batman will have my ass in a sling forever!”

Linda struggled to think. “I remember talking to some guys, but then …,” she shook her head. Then she put her hand down between her legs and said, “I’ve got something sticky down here. Does that mean anything?”

Batgirl pulled out her Bat-light and gave Linda a closer examination. The signs of sex were everywhere. Traces of cum in her hair, on her face, and just about everywhere she looked. “Looks like someone must have drugged you.”

“But why would they do that,” Linda asked, confused.

“Never mind,” Batgirl said. “Change into your Supergirl costume. Hopefully, those who saw you without your wig were too wasted to recognize you. They probably just saw you as some blond bimbo.”

“What’s a bimbo?”

Batgirl shook her head. She was such an innocent. How would she explain what had happened to Linda or to herself? It could wait.

“Get dressed, while I get my tracker tuned to Emma’s transmitter signal. It must be on by now. Maybe she just went back to her dorm.”

While Linda Danvers transformed herself into (a somewhat sticky) Supergirl, Batgirl pulled a device from her belt and turned it on. “This should show us what direction and how far away Emma is.” Her heart fell as the direction was west, away from Gotham, and already twenty miles away.

Supergirl was now dressed. Batgirl dipped Linda’s top into a puddle of clear water and used it as a wash cloth to remove what cum stains she could see. Then she said, “Let’s fly. You carry me and I’ll direct you.”

Supergirl picked up Batgirl, but it was obvious by how much effort she put into it that she was still weak from the drug (and more so from the multiple orgasms). She ran a few steps and leapt into the air, but she climbed only about ten feet before she descended rapidly. She barely kept her feet as the ground rushed up to greet her.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” Supergirl whined.

Strange, Batgirl thought. Just like me, she’s weakened.

“We’ll have to take the Bat-Scooter,” Batgirl said and led Supergirl to the bushes where the scooter remained hidden. Supergirl sat behind Batgirl and the two sped off away from campus, Batgirl praying that Emma would not get out of range before she could catch up. Fortunately, the scooter could go pretty fast on a clear road, which she had once she got out of the main streets of Gotham.

Will Batgirl and Supergirl be able to find and save Emma before Ransom can present his demands to Jakes? Stay tuned.

Chapter 3

Our story so far: While trying to protect Emma Jakes, daughter of billionaire high tech inventor, Supergirl and Batgirl get sidetracked and gangbanged by two different groups of college kids. Many orgasms later, they find themselves weak and confused. Emma has been taken and is already twenty miles away, heading west. Can they find her before she is further victimized by the evil Ransom?

Once Batgirl had gotten out of Gotham, she ran her scooter flat-out, about 70 MPH. It was late enough that there was not much traffic. She had her tracking monitor attached to the handlebars. The distance away was down to five miles, but she was puzzled. They had been riding for almost an hour and the tracker had originally indicated she was about 20 miles away. That meant Emma was in a vehicle heading west.

Supergirl had suggested they notify Batman and Superman. They could fly faster than the girls were riding. But Batgirl was afraid that Emma had just met some guy who had suggested they go for a ride in the country. She did not want the embarrassment of having Superman fly down to find Emma making out in the back seat of some rich college student’s car. Besides, after their defeat at the hands of mere college students, Batgirl wanted to capture the criminals without any help from the men. She had to prove girl heroes could do anything the men could do. She tried not to think about the fact that Supergirl’s powers were obviously not full strength and Batgirl herself was exhausted from her multiples orgasms.

Supergirl was troubled by her own thoughts. Her memory began to improve with the cold night air. Little by little, she remembered the gang rape she had just endured. It was her first sexual experience. She had hoped her first time would be with someone she loved, in a romantic setting, not by a pack of punk kids tied to a table in a fraternity attic. After the boys had finished with her, they charged other boys ten dollars each for the chance to rape her. Those who fucked her in the ass paid more. Some paid less and she had to suck them off and swallow the cum. She prayed that someone would rescue her, but no one did. She was bitter that after all the times she had fought to save lives, when she needed saving, no one cared.

Batgirl began calling out the distance to their target every mile closer they got. When they were closing in at less than a mile, both superheroines began to prepare themselves mentally for a fight and to scan the road ahead for anything unusual. Supergirl was not sure if her powers were coming back, but she practiced looking through Batgirl’s head and found her x-ray vision at least was working. She did not ache so much now, although she still felt a little weak. She prayed she would be able to deliver when the time came. Inwardly she was hoping Batgirl was right about Emma being on a date.

Then they saw the taillights of a large van ahead, as the indicator counted down the distance now in hundreds of feet. Batgirl scanned the van for clues. There were no bumper stickers or other signage on the back. It was a dirty white and a few years old. Not the kind of vehicle she would expect a college student to use to take a hot date out for a drive in the country. But what if he wanted a place for … sex?

“I’m going to try to pass on the right. See if Emma is in the passenger’s side. If not, we need to stop the van without crashing it. How are you feeling?”

“I feel much stronger now,” Supergirl said with conviction.

“Could you fly?”

“I think so. My X-ray vision is working and my hearing is sharp, so I’d hope the rest is okay.”

“Well be careful. Don’t try anything too daring until you know what you can do. These guys are probably not expecting us, so we should have the element of surprise.”

“Until they see we’re Batgirl and Supergirl riding a scooter,” Supergirl muttered softly.

Batgirl gunned her supercharged scooter engine and moved up almost to the bumper of the van. She was about to dart to the right and pass when something blossomed from the back bumper of the van. It was a net that was attached to a metal bar as wide as the van which had been ejected upward so that it came down behind the scooter. As soon as the bar hit the pavement, another cable pulled it quickly back to the back bumper, completely encircling the dolls of daring and causing them to spill sideways and get dragged behind the van.

The van slowed quickly and shifted to the shoulder. Batgirl had activated knives that she had hidden in one of the fringes of each glove, but the net was made out of a tough but flexible material that was hard to cut. Meanwhile, Supergirl was trying to get a hold on the net to tear it, but it was constructed in such a way that if she pulled on the net, the strands shifted but did not break.

Once the van stopped, the back doors opened and two men got out of the front of the van and pushed the two superheroines up into the van. Inside were two other guys and Emma. She was hogtied and gagged and stashed under a blanket. One of the guys had a blackjack and used it to KO Batgirl. The other guy had a spray container which he used to hit Supergirl in the face with a shower of a pink watery liquid. He sprayed it on her shoulders, back, arms, legs, ass, anywhere he could.

Supergirl struggled to get untangled enough to rip the net apart, but the more she struggled, the weaker she felt.

Before long, Supergirl was again weak as a kitten. The spray had kryptonite dissolved into the liquid which caused the skin to absorb the kryptonite into her bloodstream. Now the two guys began to task of unwrapping Supergirl and Batgirl from the net. They both wore uniforms of a beer delivery company that had brought cases of beer to the party. Their name patches identified them as Greg and Barry. Greg was about thirty, with a strong tall body, whose only short-coming was a growing beer belly. He had short dark hair and a thick moustache. Barry was shorter with more of a fireplug build, blond hair, and a two-day growth of beard stubble.

Neither spoke as they worked. They seemed to be following a rehearsed procedure for they helped each other without having to say anything about what they were trying to do.

Once they had the women out of the net, they quickly set about securing them before they could attempt anything. They rolled them both onto their stomachs and pulled their hands back to cross behind their backs. They reached into a duffel bag full of equipment and pulled out two sets of elaborate handcuffs. They consisted of long cylinders that covered their forearms when closed around them and secured with an electronic lock. The cuffs only needed to be brought together and a special coded rod inserted into a hole and electromagnets were activated that automatically secured one to the other. A ball of metal was then placed over their hands and attached to the cuff, so they appeared to wearing a pair of odd metal mittens.

Similar cuffs were put on their ankles and the ankle cuffs bent back to touch the arm cuffs where they latched onto each other to complete the hogtie. The cuffs were state-of-the-art technology and impossible for a human, even an extraordinary one like Batman or Batgirl, to escape from without the key. Supergirl would normally be able to rip them apart, but she was now too weak, although she felt her strength coming back again, the longer they worked on her. Before she could break free, however, the men put something like a choker around her neck. It had kryptonite in it and she was again reduced to the strength of a weak human.

She was about to attempt to talk to the men, but they popped ball-gags into the heroines’ mouths and secured them tightly behind their necks. It was about this time that Batgirl regained consciousness. She struggled against the bonds and looked around, her green eyes flashing with anger and fear. As she took in her situation, her spirits sank. She could see Emma and realized that now Supergirl and she were also kidnapped. She still had her cowl masking her face, but she would be helpless to prevent its removal. She realized with a shiver through her loins that she was also helpless to prevent them from doing anything else they wanted.

She wanted to activate the device in her belt buckle that would send out an SOS and provide a tracking target for Superman and Batman. But she could not reach her belt. But she had considered this possibility and programmed the device to send the signal automatically if she did not hit the reset button each time it vibrated. She just had to wait for it to go off.

Next the guys pulled out odd devices that looked like Plexiglas ping pong paddles with electronic handles. The activated them and began to look at the women from every angle, turning them on their sides and exposing their stomachs. Greg swept the paddle over Batgirl’s belt and it started beeping and flashing. He unbuckled the belt and extracted it from her. He pried open the buckle and smashed the electronics inside. Batgirl’s hopes of rescue took a nosedive.

They also removed tracking signal from Emma’s earring and the communicators looped over their ears, completely isolating them from their superhero comrades. They were alone with the kidnappers.

Having disconnected all their electronic gizmos, Barry and Greg sat back and lit up cigarettes. They talked about a change that their company had made in their beer delivery schedule and other small talk that had nothing to do with Ransom or the kidnapping. It was like they were delivering beer instead of human beings.

But then, as they stubbed out their cigarettes, their eyes fell, as if for the first time, on Supergirl and Batgirl, each lying on her side with her hands and feet secured behind her. Their breasts were thrust outward, pressing hard against the fabric of their costumes. Impressions of their nipples were clearly visible.

The men’s eyes glazed over a little and when they refocused, their looks hardened into leering perverts. “Let’s see what we’ve got here. We may not be allowed to go for a test-ride but we can sure check what’s under the hood,” Greg said and crawled on his hands and knees up to Batgirl.

“Always was partial to blondes,” Barry said and approached Supergirl.

Batgirl squirmed as Greg knelt near her head. He stroked her thick red hair and ran a finger under her chin. She thought he was going to remove her mask, but his hands moved instead to her breasts. She shuddered as he clamped his large hands over her hooters and began to squeeze and jiggle them. “Love them D-cup ladies,” he murmured as he continued to play with her boobs. He looked for a way to expose them, and found the seams that had been hidden by her belt. He unzipped the connection of the top to the bottom. Slowly, grinning like an idiot, he shoved up on the gray fabric with the yellow bat emblazoned on it. He stopped once he could see the bottoms of her breasts peaking out. He slid his hands under the fabric and rubbed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and squeezed them again. Then he shifted the top so her tits were fully exposed.

He gazed at them for a while, as Batgirl’s face turned red. She was being stripped and groped for the second time in one night. She tugged again at the restraints and pushed at the gag with her tongue. Greg just snickered. Then she realized that she was actually a little impatient about the fact that Greg was not fondling her breasts. Her eyes went a little wider as she realized how aroused she was getting.

Meanwhile, over on Supergirl’s side of the van, Barry was also enjoying handfuls of superheroine mammaries. He had shifted Supergirl’s white top with the red S up to her shoulders and back behind her head, so that he could see everything above her skirt. He marveled at how creamy smooth her complexion was and touched her skin just to enjoy the soft touch. When he squeezed her tits, they were firm, yet definitely natural.

Supergirl tried to distract herself from the indignities by trying to remember the names of all the members of the superheroes union. But as Barry pulled her short red skirt up and slid his fingers down behind the front of her panties, she could not ignore his invasion of her most private place. Tears glistened along her blond eyelashes. Then, as Barry’s fingers began to caress her clit and part her labia, she felt herself flush and go wet.

After amusing himself with her pussy he yanked her red panties down to her knees. Supergirl shuddered as he moved his face toward her yellow triangle, tongue lolling out. “Gonna find out what Superpussy tastes like,” he quipped to his partner. Supergirl’s back went rigid as she felt his warm wet mouth enclose her pussy. His tongue pushed against her clit, licking it from all sides. It went hard almost immediately. Barry sucked on the nubbin and pressed it with his lips as his tongue lapped over the tip.

“Mmmmmmm,” Supergirl moaned as her insides began to tingle.

Then Barry’s tongue plowed down into the crevice of her pussy, his lips sucking on her labia. “MMNNNGgggngn,” she groaned as her back arched and her breasts trembled.

Greg was doing some serious muff-diving of his own, having peeled Batgirl’s tights down to her knees. He had his face buried in her crotch, his mouth slurping and sucking at her pussy. He was positioned so he could grind his crotch against her face and could feel her breasts pressing against his stomach.

Batgirl was moaning into her gag as well, alternating long deep “MMMMmmmmMmGGHGH’s” with short yips.

Then he abruptly stopped, swearing, “Damn, I can’t get at it like this.” He fetched the release key and decoupled her feet from wrists. Then he dragged her over to the van wall and was about to release her hands, when he thought better of it. He pulled back and smiled. Then without warning, he punched Batgirl hard in the solar plexus, driving the wind out of her and leaving her gasping for breath through her nose. Then he unclasped her hands and lifted her so her hands were near the ceiling. He reactivated the magnets and her hands were stuck to the wall, with her ass about a foot off the floor.

He uncoupled her ankles and spread her legs to the sides and stuck them to the wall near the floor. The way he did it left her hips thrust forward. Just as she was getting her wind back, she felt his mouth attack her fully exposed pussy. Now he really went to it, running his tongue from asshole to clit.

“MMNGGGGGAAAAGGAAAMM!” Batgirl grimaced as her pussy began to burn with pleasure. ‘I can’t hold out much longer,’ she thought.

Barry had also grown frustrated with the way Supergirl’s bonds limited access to her snatch. He found a length of rope and looped it under her knee and pulled her knee up and to the side, spreading her thighs as much as the restraints would allow. “Come to papa,” he said and moved in to eat Supergirl’s cunt.

Now the back of the van reverberated with the sounds of gagged moans of mounting ecstasy. Greg could sense the orgasm tightening for release in Batgirl’s washboard abs. He reached up and began to twiddle her nipples as he continued to lick her pussy faster and faster.

Barry had inserted three fingers of one hand into Supergirl’s cunt and was pumping them in and out as he sucked her clit. His other hand went to her ass and an index finger wormed its way into her ass hole. Supergirl’s hips began to buck like a bronco as she neared orgasm.

Batgirl’s back curled as much as her restraints would allow, her head lolled back, and her eyes rolled upward as she made increasingly higher pitched squeals, capped of with husky exhalations mingled with moans that got softer and softer. Greg, who had his arms wrapped around her strong thighs and his hands clamped on her firm butt, sucked and slurped as Batgirl’s tight pussy gave forth with the joy-juice. He pulled away with cum glistening from his upper lip to his chin.

Supergirl was grinding her hips into Barry’s face as she came, making lower pitched groans that blossomed and then faded, leaving her face and breasts flush and her stomach quivering like jello.

Barry and Greg slapped palms together in celebration. They smoked another cigarette, leaving the two women with their pussy’s exposed and glistening, their tits jiggling gently as their breathing returned to normal.

Batgirl noticed again that she felt very weak. Supergirl, already weak from the Kryptonite collar, felt exhausted.

When the men had finished their cigarettes, they agreed to switch off. Barry shifted Batgirl’s magnetic manacles so she was on her back with her arms clamped to the floor above her head and her feet clamped together and locked to the metal floor, as if she were tied to the rack.

Greg unhooked Supergirl’s manacles and positioned her the same way right next to Batgirl, so that their shoulders were rubbing. Batgirl’s breasts were now pointing up and remarkably they spread very little to the sides as gravity could not overcome her firm tit-flesh. Supergirl’s were only slightly smaller, a C cup to Batgirl’s D.

The men dropped their pants and underwear, their cocks stiff and engorged. Both women feared the worst, but instead of fucking them, the men straddled their stomachs and laid their thick manhood on their chests between their breasts. The men both tugged at the nipples of the superheroines. Batgirl’s were a light pink color, with wide areola and pert nipples standing at attention. Supergirl’s were darker and more compact, although her nipples rose as high as Batgirl’s.

In unison, the men slapped the breasts of the woman under them around their cocks and began to fuck their glorious tits. To Batgirl, this was almost more humiliating than a straight fuck, as she had to watch as the purple headed cock poked out from between her cleavage and fell back again. If she closed her eyes or looked away, Barry would pinch her nipples fiercely until she again was watching him rape her tits.

Greg copied Barry’s approach and slapped Supergirl’s face if she looked away or closed her eyes. The men grunted and thrust and it was not long before the tips of their cocks were glistening with pre-cum. Then a few more furious pumps and they both began to come with many a gasp and groan. The jets of cum splashed directly into Batgirl’s and Supergirl’s faces, leaving long ropes of cum criss-crossing their pretty features. More cum splattered on their necks and chests. The guys slapped the tits around a bit and then retreated for another cigarette.

About then, the van began to slow and pulled to the side of the road. Batgirl and Supergirl both had the same hope, that a cop was stopping them for speeding and that they would be rescued. But instead, the two guys who had been in the front seats came in the side and insisted that they get a piece of the action. Barry and Greg pulled on their pants and dragged themselves to the front and the van pulled away again.

The other two guys were a bit younger, about college age. They indulged in tit-fucking first, as long as the women were positioned so nicely for it. Batgirl and Supergirl both found that this second rape was getting them seriously aroused in spite of how disgusted they were to be humiliated like this. The guys came and left more cum dripping on the faces of Batgirl and Supergirl. They did not clean it up and instead dropped down to eat their luscious pussies. It did not take long to make them cum again.

Then Barry called back that they would arrive in twenty minutes and they should finish up and prep the victims for arrival. The guys maneuvered the now docile fem fatales so their faces were an inch apart and removed the ball gags. They were instructed to lick the cum off of each other.

Batgirl hated the taste of cum but she did her best to lick it off, for Supergirl’s sake. She was saddened to see Supergirl’s lovely features covered in white gobs of cum. Supergirl did the same. When they were done, the men pulled them apart and laid them on their backs. They knelt over them and dangled something long and glistening in front of their faces.

“Suck on these, cunts!” one of them ordered and thrust what turned out to be thick, realistic looking dildos into their mouths and shifted them back and fourth, getting spit all over the end. Then they pulled them out and moved down to their pussies and shoved the big dick replicas all the way in so the ends were flush with their pussy lips. Then another set were lubricated in the same way and forced rudely into their ass holes. They attached something with thin straps to the bases of the dildos and secured the straps around their hips so that the dildos would not slip out. Then, with sadistic grins, they touched the base of the dildos and they started to vibrate.

The balls from the ball-gags were removed and in their place, a third dildo was forced into Batgirl’s and Supergirl’s mouths and secured, so they had to struggle sometimes to avoid gagging. Finally, the superheroines felt something cold clamp onto each nipple. The pressure was not enough to cause significant pain, but then, once in place, they too began to vibrate and from time to time, send a pulse of electricity from one breast to the other.

The men restored the superheroines’ costumes to their normal positions. Batgirl’s belt-pouches were emptied of anything useful and the belt re-secured around the seams of her costume. Their restraints were once again secured behind their backs, hogtied fashion. They were left on their stomachs as the van jounced down a bumpy road and, after another ten minutes, drew to a halt.

What cruel fate awaits our deflowered damsels? What will Ransom demand for their release? Or does he have other plans? How has the shift in the universe altered Ransom’s perverted plans? Stay tuned.

Chapter 4

Our Story So Far: Batgirl and Supergirl, having caught up with the van that contained the kidnapped Emma Jakes, were captured without a fight by a net and pulled into the van, where their captors immobilized them, groped them, exposed them, ate them to orgasms, and then tit-fucked them, leaving them dripping with cum. Approaching a rendezvous, the heroines were cleaned up and re-costumed, but not before huge vibrating dildos are forced into their tight cunts and secured in place. Are more crippling orgasms in store for the bound bimbos? What do you think?

Batgirl and Supergirl heard muffled voices outside the van. Supergirl tried to activate her super-hearing, but could only hear the thumping of her heart. Then the door opened and it was obvious that rescue was not imminent. A new group of men entered the van. These wore coveralls with colorful panels and patches with corporate names and logos all over them. Black cloth bags were put over the heads of the trussed-up terrorizers of thiefdom. They lifted the two women and carried them a short distance and handed them up to someone new. The exchange took only a minute and then doors slammed and the floor under them again began to vibrate, indicating they were again in a moving vehicle.

They lay on the floor, trying to recoup their strength. It was clear to both of them that orgasms were draining them of energy and strength. Supergirl tried to use her x-ray vision to look through her hood, but could not penetrate a thin layer of cloth. They could hear soft conversation elsewhere, but it seemed rather distant, as if in another room of a house. As they lay on the floor, they began to feel the effects of the vibrators that filled their pussies, asses, and mouths, and which buzzed away around their nipples. Batgirl wiggled her hips, trying to get the dildo to shift out, but it only made it push against her g-spot, eliciting a “MMMmMMmnnFff” from the cowled crusader.

Supergirl struggled to use her strength to force the dildo out, squeezing as hard as she could with the muscles around her cunt, but in her weakened state, with the kryptonite still pressed against her throat, this only made the vibrations tickle her more deeply. They tried to ignore the sensations, but without success as their insides began to coil for yet another orgasm. They came almost simultaneously, wiggling their tight asses and arching their backs, moans escaping like cum squirting from a man’s cock.

As their pleasure subsided, the vibrators, now surrounded by female cum, began to hiss softly. The girls prayed for deliverance, thankful at least that no one was evidently watching. They were unaware of video cameras on tripods taking in each squirm and jiggle and moan, as six bright spotlights bathed the costumed heroines in a warm circle of light.

Before long, voices grew louder and footsteps reverberated in the metal floor beneath the trussed up Batgirl and Supergirl. Someone apparently had the key to their techno-cuffs, as they decoupled feet from hands and lifted the women off the floor. Their arms, still cuffed together were pulled back and they were set so a metal pipe about an inch thick held them up under their armpits. A similar pipe, lower and forward from the other, pushed up under their knees. Then the cuffs were released at Batgirl’s arms and feet, but she could not struggle free as one pair of hands held each of her limbs. They bent each knee under the bar and locked each wrist-cuff onto the ankle cuff on the same side. The bars held her so her torso was inclined backwards about thirty degrees and she could scarcely move at all. Supergirl was trussed to the pipes in a similar fashion. Then their knees were spread as far apart as possible and secured with stout rope. The girls were pinioned like butterflies in a collector’s specimen case, their thigh muscles rippling taut, their breasts thrust out and jiggling.

Finally the hoods were removed and they squinted into the bright spotlights that were aimed at them from above and the sides. As their eyes adjusted, they saw that they were apparently in some kind of moving automotive repair shop. In fact, they were in the trailer of a big-rig that was transporting the stock-car racing team of Brad “Big” Johnson, one of the leading drivers in the stock-car racing circuit. The men standing back and gawking at their captives were the mechanics and pit crew, with Brad standing toward the back, smoking a cigar. The men had the same somewhat vacant look in their eyes that the beer delivery guys had. To one side, they could just glimpse Emma, tied to a folding chair and gagged.

The dildos and nipple vibrators were still buzzing away and their tight bondage made it hard to focus on anything but the monsters wriggling away inside them. The men enjoyed the spectacle and quietly placed bets as to which heroine would come first. Those who bet on Batgirl won as her body erupted into waves of spasms that worked their way from her cunt up to her shoulders and down to her knees, as if invisible hands were rubbing rapidly up and down her body. Supergirl came a minute later. Her costume was now soaked in sweat. Her skirt could not quite cover her panties in this position, and cum actually formed drops and fell to the floor.

Someone laughed and stepped forward and pressed the buttons on each dildo and vibrator, giving them some respite, but leaving the two super-cunts stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. The man stepped back so the glazed eyes of Batgirl and Supergirl could see him. It was Big Johnson. He could have gotten his nickname from his tall, muscular frame, or perhaps from his ego, which was legendary. Other sources of the name would remain speculation for a little longer.

He pulled his cigar from his mouth and dusted the red coals of tobacco off to extinguish it before he pocketed it. When he spoke, it was with a thick South Carolina accent. “Ma goo’ness, but don’t y’all look ah sight!” He chuckled. “Reminds me uv ah couple ah roast chickens on ah ro-tis-ser-ee. Comfy? Hell, we’ll show y’all a good time. We got ahll night! Take us that long ta get ta Talledega. Ah can see y’all’s motors are runnin’ but we’ll fahne tune them thar puppies real good, doncha worry y’all none.”

Everyone laughed and Batgirl noticed that all the guy’s crotches were bulging. It did not look good.

“Now, y’all are prob’ly wond’rin’ why we’re haulin’ ass with Batgirl and Supergirl and that other sweet piece o’ ass. Well, I’ll tell you.” As he spoke his last sentence, his Southern accent faded and he spoke articulate English, as the Brits speak it. His voice also rose a bit. Batgirl frowned as she studied the man. Supergirl watched through eyes that were mostly closed. She was almost too weak to keep her head up.

“I am Ransom,” Johnson said. Then he paused and one of the mechanics said, “I am Ransom.” The tone and accent were identical. In turn, each of the men identified himself as Ransom.

“Who can this be, you ask? Hive consciousness? Androids?” He shook his head. “It is mind control. I’ll tell you about it, because I feel sure that you will not be able to share the information with anyone. Yes, I know, the usual ‘Super-villain’ conceit.” He made quote marks with his fingers as the said Super-villain. “Why do we do it? Because you superheroes are the only ones who can appreciate what I’ve accomplished.”

“I had had a stroke, and was barely able to communicate my wishes, but I paid for a secret operation using stolen government technology— that would be the British government, of course. The doctor’s think the operation was a failure, as I fell into a coma from which I have yet to recover. In fact the operation unlocked an ability to let my mind roam free and to inhabit any body I choose. The doctor’s have kept my body alive and I since I have been exploring and experiencing life as never before.

“I won’t bore you with the details, but after fulfilling most of my fantasies, I began to prepare the world to be reshaped according to my wishes. I am setting the stage, and these kidnappings, while they have some intrinsic value to my operation, were mainly staged to draw in the meta-human element.”

Johnson moved up to Batgirl. He turned the dildos in her cunt and ass back on. Batgirl struggled to keep her body in control. She forced herself to make eye contact and remain defiant. “Now, you may wonder, why, if I can control people, would I not simply control you directly, make you come to me?” Johnson paused and poked one of Batgirl’s bulging breasts playfully. “Meta-humans, it turns out, are immune to my power. I don’t know why, but there you are. So I’ve had to get others to help me.” He gestured to the mechanics around him. “Since I can’t neutralize you directly, I will disgrace you in front of the country. People will begin to lose faith in you costumed clowns and my job will become easier and easier.”

Johnson strolled over to a desk where a young man was hunched over a computer terminal. When he spoke next, the Southern accent was back. “Y’all ‘il notice, we’re tapin’ this little event. It’s goin’ out ta the Internet raht naow.” He laughed and strolled up to Supergirl. “What’sa matter, Supahgurl? Sleepy? Well, I’ll wake y’all up.” He clamped hands on her breasts and mashed them around in circles under her damp white top. Then he reached behind her head and undid the gag and let it fall. When her mouth was free, he enjoyed the view of her saliva covered lips before pressing his lips to hers and exploring her mouth with his tongue.

Supergirl did perk up with this new violation of her body, and she tried to will her body to bite his tongue off, but even her jaw muscles were weak and she could not.

Johnson backed off and invited a man with a hand-held video-camera move forward to get close-ups of her face. He then slowly panned down her body as Johnson fondled her breasts and lifted her skirt to show her cum-darkened panties. While the camera was focused on her twat, Johnson pulled the red panty fabric between her legs to one side and unsnapped the dildo and removed the strap. Then he said, “Now Supahgurl, how’s about y’all show us yo supah strength and push this little ol’ dildo out of yo cunt.”

Supergirl did want to do this, to get the thing from her sore pussy, but try as she might, the thing barely budged. Johnson laughed and had the camera focus on her kryptonite choker. “Complements of Luthah Entahprises,” he bragged. “Well, looks lahk we’re gonna have ta’ he’p her out.”

The camera man moved down to her well-stuffed pussy and Johnson began to slowly pull it out. He gestured for everyone to be quiet and a hush fell over the room. As inch after inch of latex cock slithered out of Supergirl’s pussy, a soft slurping sound began to grow in volume as air rushed in to replace the dildo. With a flourish, he yanked the last two inches out and a distinct “ssschhhluuppt” sound punctuated the gesture. The camera zoomed in on Supergirl’s exposed pussy as it did not completely close up, leaving a small opening which was dripping a light liquid. Then he pulled the other dildo out of her ass.

Johnson held out his hand and someone slapped a big hunting knife into it. He slipped the blade under her skirt and up to the waist-band. With a grunt, he jerked the knife away from her and the skirt parted and fell to the floor, leaving her red panties pulled askew beneath. Johnson next worked on her costume top. He positioned the knife under the “S” emblem and forced the blade to emerge and split the symbol of truth, justice, and the American way. Supergirl felt embarrassed that she could not prevent the desecration of the symbol that Superman had worked so hard to establish. The knife sliced down through the white fabric and then up to the neck. Two more deft strokes and the top fell next to the sundered skirt. Another slip of the knife and her red cape fell as well. Supergirl was now naked except for the red panties that only partly concealed her pussy. Moments later, they fell as well, leaving only her red boots.

The camera moved forward and panned down Supergirl’s sweat-soaked body, her skin glistening, her face flush with embarrassment. It lingered over her blond bush and then slowly backed off.

Johnson moved next to Batgirl. “Where shall I start?” he murmured to her. She was near orgasm again because of the vibrating dildos. He playfully tapped the knife near her tits, then down toward her belt, then up to her cape. Finally he pricked at the stiff leather of her black bat-cowl. Batgirl’s green eyes widened as he knew they would. “Ah wondah who’s hiddin’ undah that mask. We can find out rahght now.” He moved the mask slightly, but then relented. “In time, mah dear, in time.”

“You see,” he continued, as he slipped the knife under the neck of her grey tights, just at the neck. “We’ve got a poll goin’ tah find out whether to let y’all go or somethin’ else, somethin’ more fun. If’n yor loyal fans rally roun’, then ah’ll spare ya.” The knife sliced slowly down her front, through the yellow bat and toward her belt. Her cleavage came into view, but her costume continued to cling to her breasts, barely covering the nipples.

Johnson unhooked her belt and cut the costume down to her crotch. He cut off her cape and finally slipped the shreds of fabric clinging to her tits to the side, revealing her D-cup beauties for all on the Internet to see. He ripped at the costume until the only parts remaining were parts of her sleeves up to her elbows and her tights from the knees down.

He next attended to her dildos. She too was unable to force either dildo from her body, so he jerked the toys out and laughed at the wet slurping sounds and enjoyed the close-up video of her quivering pussy and asshole. He playfully blew on her bush and the stimulation almost made Batgirl cum. Her stomach muscles rippled as she struggled to keep control, but her clit rose above her trimmed red bush and she knew she would not be able to hold out long. But he relented and stood back.

He turned a couple of flat-screen monitors so the defenseless superheroines could see what was showing on the internet. There was a site for Batgirl and one for Supergirl, each showing the percent votes for each option. Batgirl’s heart sunk as she read “11%” as the percent voting for setting her free. The other choices were ‘rape’ and ‘death’. She was slightly relieved that 73% were voting for rape, leaving 16% voting for death. She felt even more betrayed than before at the college.

Supergirl’s monitor gave similar results. More had voted for freedom, 16% with another 5% voting for death. Supergirl focused all her energy on trying to activate her superpowers, but the kryptonite was having none of that.

“Votin’ll close in another fahve minutes,” Johnson announced. “Meanwhile, we’ve got somethin’ else to do.” Without saying a word, three mechanics walked over and carried the trussed up Emma front and center. She was still clothed, but her arms were crossed behind her back and secured with a rope that looped around her neck, her shoulders, and above and below her bust. More rope secured her knees and ankles. A strip of silver duct tape covered her mouth. White nylon rope tied her elbows and ankles to the metal chair. She was conscious and glaring at her captors as the video camera focused on her.

“Our new votin’ window is openin’ now just for Emmet Jakes. If’n yah don’ want her ta get the same treatment as our lovely heroines here, ya’ll start downloadin’ the technology specifications for the weapon yor developin’ for the gommint, tha one what can shut down anythin’ ‘lectronic from up ta a mile away. If’n the files are not downloadin’ by the time we’re done fuckin’ these other cunts, we’ll start in on yo’ lovely daughtah.”

“Now, the votin’ is closed on Batgirl and Supahgirl, and the verdict is …” he glanced at the monitors dramatically and said, “Rape! Hot dahg, I’m sho’ glad yo’ fans think so well uv y’all! All’s left ta determine is which one to start on. Vote for which bitch y’all want us to mess up first! Y’all got five minutes.”

While the votes started to mount, the men set up Internet cameras so that the viewers could pick their superheroine and the camera angle to view. There were cameras on each, with one camera looking up from the floor at their bare asses dangling like ripe fruit a few feet above the floor, another from above looking down at their tits and cunt regions, and a third looking at them from the side. While these were set up and tested, Johnson amused himself by inspecting the bodies on display, poking breasts, probing into their wet cunts, and making them lick the pussy juice off his fingers. Then he removed the nipple clamp vibrators on their plump nipples and watched as the superheroines grimaced in pain.

“The time’s up and the first one ta’ get raped is … Batgirl, by a whopping 76%! Okay, so now which hole do we rape first?” A new set of choices was presented to the viewers and Batgirl watched in horror as the numbers mounted. There were now thousands of viewers and the votes were streaming in. The choices were her cunt, ass, mouth, and tits. She was mortified to see that her ass was winning by a landslide.

Five minutes later, Johnson stood next to Batgirl and smirked. “Yo’ lovin’ fans sho’ do luv yo ass, Batgirl. Guess it’s time to give the people what they want.”

He unzipped the front of his jumpsuit and dropped the suit off his upper body. He had a muscular, hairy chest and a six-pack set of abs. Batgirl hated to look but could not take her eyes off him as he opened the crotch of the suit to reveal his cock. It was indeed a big Johnson. The race driver stroked his mostly erect cock and soon it was looking hard and even bigger.

“Please, no!” Batgirl pleaded as he moved toward her ass where it dangled from the metal bars. She tugged at her restraints, although she knew it was hopeless. She could tell she was getting some of her strength back, but not enough to break free. Then Johnson pushed the tip of his cock up to her ass hole. He reached a hand up and held it palm up under her chin. “Spit if’n yah want it ta go in wet.” Batgirl hated to cooperate, especially with the cameras covering her from every angle, but she did not want to have her ass dry-humped, so she worked up as much spit as she could and let it dribble over her lower lip and down her chin into the waiting hand.

Johnson slapped the saliva over the head of his cock and began to wedge it into the brown star below Batgirl’s cunt. The camera below her ass zoomed in as the cock began to spread the sphincter wider and wider. The camera on Batgirl’s face caught her grimaces and a mike picked up her moans of pain. She tried to keep her face steady and impassionate, but the pain of Johnson’s huge log was too much. She moaned and cried out, “No! Ohhhh! Please! Stop! AAAAHHHHAHAHAHGG!” Johnson rammed his cock all the way to the hilt and reached around to cup her ass cheeks as he prepared to begin reaming her.

Batgirl closed her eyes and let her head back, but someone slipped a choke-chain collar around her neck and Johnson yanked the chain tight. “Watch me, bitch! Watch, or I’ll choke you blue!”

Batgirl tried to cough but could not get a breath. She jerked her head up and looked at Johnson, gloating in triumph as he loosened the chain. Then he gripped her ass again and pulled back, letting his cock slither part-way out. With a vicious thrust, he pushed forward while pulling her ass back. Her tits jiggled with the jolt and she cried out again. “GGGAAAaAaaHA!”

Supergirl looked over and guiltily thought how glad she was that Batgirl was going first. She watched as the muscular, young woman’s body was pounded by Johnson’s huge cock. Batgirl’s ass cheeks vibrated with each ram and her whole body spasmed. She had stopped crying out, but it was obvious from her furrowed brow that it was hurting her a lot.

Supergirl’s respite was short-lived. Johnson glanced over and said, “Enjoyin’ the show? Well, don’t be jealous. Ben, where do the people want us to fuck Supahgirl first?”

The tech said, “Ass is winning 2 to 1.”

Johnson said, “Max! Attend to the people’s wishes.”

Supergirl froze as a tall mechanic with blond hair and wide shoulders unzipped his jumpsuit as he walked up to the naked woman of Steel (more like beef, by now, of course). He lubed his own cock with his spit and lost no time pushing it roughly into Supergirl’s exposed ass hole. “This shouldn’t hurt y’all none, Supergurl,” he said as he began to bugger her with abandon.

It did hurt Supergirl, however, in her weakened state. It was all the more difficult because she had never felt pain until these past few hours. Max grabbed her tits rather than her ass to keep her body from rocking like a child’s swing as he fucked her ass. He laughed as she cried out. “NNNNOOoooAhaah ha!”

It was not very long before Johnson began to come. He pulled out of Batgirl’s ass at the last moment and let the spunk spray up her stomach and splash her tits. The guys in the van applauded and Johnson grinned at them and laughed at the disgusted look on Batgirl’s face. He strolled around behind her and pulled her head back with the chain. Her head dangled down upside down and was confronted by his soiled cock pointing toward her mouth. She knew what he wanted and kept her mouth shut, but he just pulled hard on the chain and she began to choke. In desperation she opened her mouth. He loosened the chain, but before she could get a good breath, his cock rammed into the back of her throat and forced itself into the tight moist tunnel of her throat. She gagged and struggled. Johnson let her suffer for five seconds before pulled his cock back. Batgirl gasped as the air rushed into her oxygen starved lungs. Then his cock rammed into her mouth again.

The cameras were getting close-up shots of her abuse. Meanwhile, Supergirl was getting a load of spunk into her ass. The upward pointing camera recorded the view from underneath as Max withdrew his cock and the cum dribbled down toward the camera, dripping to the floor inches from the cam.

Before Batgirl had finished cleaning Johnson’s Johnson, another mechanic moved up to between her spread legs. He pushed his cock into her cunt and began to rape her a second time. When Johnson stepped back from her head, another guy took his place and began to force-fuck her mouth.

Supergirl also gained two new rapists, plundering her cunt and mouth. Meanwhile, all around the world, amazed and horny guys and not a few women got to watch their favorite angle.

Batgirl had been so shocked by her predicament and frightened about what might happen to her, that she had not been sexually aroused by her first rape. But as she realized that she was going to be neither killed nor tortured, only raped, her focus moved to the sensations of her pussy and mouth. The cock in her pussy was both thick and long. Her cunt had become well lubricated by her many orgasms, and so each thrust glided smoothly into her, spreading her tight twat, the tip pummeling her uterus. The thick shaft pulled her vagina in and out and the heat of the friction became magnified by her growing arousal. His balls were slapping against her ass and even her clitoris was getting a workout.

Meanwhile, the man ramming his cock into her mouth was filling her nostrils with the scent of musk and his balls were slapping her forehead. Somehow the rhythmic pounding of the penis at the back of her throat seemed to echo the similar attack on her cunt. On top of it all, both men were gripping her large tits firmly and massaging them, pinching the nipples.

She groaned as she felt the tell-tale tingle like an electric current rise along her spine. Waves of warmth followed, flowing up her torso. She prayed the guys would get off and withdraw before she came on camera with the whole world watching. Her cunt rapist rammed into her with the regularity of a cam shaft in a well-oiled engine, but he did not come. Batgirl began to moan although she tried not to. Every jolt of her body from the throbbing pistons at her mouth and pussy wrenched another deep-throated groan. It was muffled somewhat by the cock in her mouth, but then he came and the semen began to spurt into the back of her throat. She swallowed frantically but a good deal of cum gushed up around the cock as it withdrew halfway. The white goo dribbled down her cheeks and into her red locks. Some of rolled up her face and toward her eyes under her black mask.

With the cock no longer filling her mouth, her moans grew louder and more intense. “mMMhgmnnn! Hhhhrrhrhggh! Oooorhghr! Oh shi-eeeorghh!”

The men watching in the back of the truck laughed at her predicament. Her face burned with embarrassment but she could not help herself.

Then it hit her like a tsunami, the most intense orgasm she had every experienced. She gave out a keening wail as her entire body seemed to seize up. Tied as she was to the two metal bars, her stomach and chest rose and fell like a child’s jump rope. The sudden contractions of her pussy around his penis caused the man to abruptly come and his hot spunk gushing into the back of her pussy only increased her orgasm. The guy pulled out and let the last few squirts of cum land on her taut stomach, leaving gleaming bumps of white spattered across her skin. As her spasming muscles jerked her hips up toward her chest, she felt the contractions suck the hot cum in her pussy deeper into her. She feared she would become pregnant for sure.

Her orgasm kept shaking her, even after he had withdrawn and no one was touching her. The cameras zoomed in and broadcast her every twitch and moan. She felt ready to pass out and almost too weak to keep her eyes open.

While Batgirl was working up to this bodacious orgasm, Supergirl was getting a very similar fucking. The guy was not quite as thick and long as the guy on Batgirl, but he was filling her cunt well. Supergirl had another guy to one side of her head. He had turned her head sideways and forced his cock into her mouth and was now giving the back of her throat a sound thrashing. His the sweet taste of his precum filled her mouth.

She feared that if she came again, she might pass out. As much as she would have welcomed unconsciousness to this brutal humiliation, she knew she had to try to find a way to save Emma, who was forced to watch not only the rape of her protectors, but the countdown of the clock toward the deadline set by Random for her father to give him the information he demanded. If he did not, then she would be subjected to the same treatment.

Supergirl tried to keep her mind on things other than the warm, slippery cock snaking in and out of her pussy and the throbbing penis deep in her throat. But that only took her so far. She heard Batgirl moaning and nearing orgasm, and now she felt the same tell-tail signs that she would soon be overcome by pleasure as well. She held out while Batgirl had her orgasm, but only because the guy in her cunt had gushed and withdrawn, giving her some respite while another guy sauntered up to fulfill every man’s fantasy, fucking Supergirl’s brains out.

The guy fucking her mouth seemed to be doing just that, and as he came and his cum sloshed around in her mouth, he yelled at her not to swallow it but to keep it in her mouth. She had a bit of a problem keeping it in, as it amounted to an awful lot. When he withdrew, he grabbed a fistful of her flaxen hair and lifted her head to look at the new guy who was jamming his cock into her ass. “Now spit it onto her tits!” the guy yelled while the cameras panned and zoomed in.

Supergirl feared what they might do if she disobeyed, so she spit the cum at her chest. It splashed against her tits and dripped down to between them. Some of it drained down toward her bellybutton while more pooled around her sternum. Some of the cum had not made it that far and now coated her chin like a goatee. The guy holding her had wiped his cock off on her hair and gave her tit a firm slap and left.

Supergirl now had nothing to do but feel the long dick push up against her insides. He pressed a thumb against her clit and twisted his hand so he could push two fingers into her cunt, which was dripping cum from down toward her asshole. From there, the slimy stuff got sucked into her ass, lubricating the tight channel that was locking around the guy’s shaft and making him close to coming before he wanted to. He slowed his fucking of her ass to give himself more time and focused on giving her clit a good buzz. Then someone handed him something that looked like a big microphone, but was really a blunt-tipped vibrator. He laughed and pressed the broad round end hard against her swollen pubic mound and switched it on high.

“HHHHhheeeeeeEEEEEE!!!” Supergirl gave off a surprisingly high-pitched cry, as the vibrator seemed to inject her body with pleasure. She felt the orgasm growing inside her and he mercilessly ground the vibrator against her clit. The vibrations penetrated through to her g-spot and she only lasted another ten seconds before she came. The cameras captured her forced orgasm from four angles. The sight of her shuddering body making her tits wiggle in parallel circles caused the guy to suddenly feel close to coming again. He decided to hit her with it while she was still cumming. He gripped her hips and yanked them back while driving his hips forward and forcing his cock deep into her rectum. She quivered anew and groaned the louder, “OOOOOAaaaahHHH! EEEIiooooOOOOAAHHGH! HHHERRRGHGGH!”

Then he came and rammed her ass like a madman as his cock filled her ass with hot jism. He withdrew and Johnson strolled along in front of the exhausted superheroines-turned super sluts. Other guys queued up to take their turn, but Johnson waved them off and said, “Weeellll weellll weeeelll! That looked like a damn good time! I’m sure our audience enjoyed it almost as much as y’all did, though. There are now over nine million people watching you.”

Johnson strolled along inspecting the cum-covered flesh suspended like game after a hunt. Then he said, “We could fuck y’all some mo’, but I’m a sporting fella and so ah’m gonna give y’all a fighting chance.”

Without a word, Johnson stepped back and the guys waiting for their chance at the women silently began to undo the ropes and remove the electronic cuffs. While they were doing that, Johnson crouched in front of Emma and laid his big hands on her thighs. “How’d ja lahke that, muffin? That could be you if’n yo pappy don’t give over what I want. So far, we got bupkiss from him. I guess he must be some kinda daddy to let us do you like we intend to.”

As he talked his hands spread her knees wide and slid up toward her lacy pink panties. She glared at him, unable to resist as her hands were bound tightly together behind her back and ropes kept her back firm against the back of the chair. Her ankles were tied to the base of the chair. Johnson stopped short of feeling her crotch, but left her skirt pushed up to her hips. Emma closed her legs when he stood, but her panties were showing from under her bunched up skirt.

When Batgirl and Supergirl were lifted down from the bars, they collapsed on the ground. Their legs had fallen asleep. Johnson watched them and slowly the guys came around and stood with their backs to the back of the trailer, watching as the two women gradually shifted to their hands and knees.

Batgirl was sick to her stomach, her butt was on fire, and cum was dripping out of her cunt and down her thighs. Her torn costume dangled in shreds on her arms and lower legs. She had cum on her face and mask, which she wiped off but missed some spots. Supergirl felt awful, not just from the rapes, but she also felt ever weaker. She clawed at the kryptonite spiked necklace, but could not get it off. Every joint ached and her muscles felt like rubber. She spit out some cum and struggled to get to her feet.

Johnson looked down at them on the floor and chuckled. “Here’s the deal. We’ve stopped the truck. The back door is not locked. If y’all wanna leave, we ain’t gonna lift a finger. Or y’all can stay and we’ll fuck ya some mo’. Choice is yours.”

Batgirl looked up, not believing Johnson. But the lock was off the latch holding the doors shut, the guys standing in a gauntlet on either side. They all had their dicks out and were stroking them, clearly ready to come.

Batgirl tried to stand, but her knee gave out and she collapsed in front of the closest guy. Supergirl knew she couldn’t stand so she began to crawl. Batgirl got to one knee, ready to try again to go for the door. The guy to her right moaned, his cock jerked, and a stream of hot sticky cum blindsided her face. She fell to her left, as if the shot had knocked her over. As she rolled over to get up, the smell of cum filled her nose and her gut gave a twinge. She became aroused and her thoughts confused. She froze, uncertain of what she was doing. The sight of two more cocks, hard and ready to explode mesmerized her. Without realizing it, she had crawled toward them.

They jerked furiously and came simultaneously. One blast hit Batgirl square in the forehead and the other splashed across her back. This new onslaught further confused her. She reached up and dabbed her fingers absently in the cum dripping off her mask and around her nose. She sucked the cum off her fingers. This made her think of sucking cock and she looked longingly at the other erect cocks between her and the door.

Supergirl was getting the same treatment from the guys on the left. She was regaining some strength and thought she could stand, but each time a load of cum hit her, she seemed to weaken again. Her thoughts moved relentlessly toward sex, but she fought to keep moving toward the door. “Must not be tamed,” she thought She tried to think of Superman, but then she thought of him pulling off his uniform and his huge cock fell forward and pointed at her and exploded with cum. Another mechanic had nailed her with a stream of jism.

Batgirl saw the door and she tore her mind from sex and lurched forward, hoping to gain momentum. But as she got to her feet, she stumbled and fell into the arms of one of the men. He kept her from falling and she clung to him, suddenly grateful for help in standing. But then she realized she was hugging him and his cock was pressing against her stomach. Her knees wobbled and she seemed to slide down the man until her knees hit the ground and she found herself with her cheek against the side of his cock. She wanted to put her mouth around it.

Then she caught sight of one of the web-cameras and it reminded her that the world was watching her. She pushed away from the man and stood. There were only three guys on each side between her and freedom. She looked down and saw Supergirl struggling to stand as another guy hosed her down with spunk. Her blond hair was matted with white ropes of cum. Batgirl knew they had to unite to break free and not be tamed.

Batgirl helped pull Supergirl to her feet, and they stood naked, arms around each other’s shoulders and staggered a step toward freedom. They lurched and stumbled to the door, where Batgirl pressed her weight against the latch. The door swung out away from her and she lost her balance and feel sideways again into the arms of one of the men. He gave her a kiss on the lips and reached behind and gave her buns a honk.

Supergirl stepped behind Batgirl to try to pull her away. But the feel of hot flesh against her own triggered an avalanche of lust in Batgirl and she turned and embraced Supergirl and began to kiss her and stroke her breasts. This set Supergirl over the edge and she returned the kiss passionately. They separated and turned away from the door and saw the line of men with their cocks in their hands leering at the sight of two naked superheroines with a strand of cum going from one’s lips to the other’s.

Will Batgirl and Supergirl escape the clutches of Random? Or will they be tamed and abandon themselves in an orgy of sex? Stay tuned!

Chapter 5

Our Story so Far: Batgirl and Supergirl fell into the clutches of Random, controlling the actions of a truck full of race car drivers and mechanics. Many orgasms later, the cum-drenched duo have been given an opportunity to escape, but, overcome with lust, they hesitate, unable to decide between freedom and slavery. Perverts around the world watch and wait. Can our ladies of justice resist the siren call of cocks ready to spew hot cum all over their bodies?

The world did not have to wait much longer to find out. Four guys moved forward and simultaneously sent a shower of spunk that splattered naked flesh from breasts to knees. Supergirl’s will evaporated. She dropped to her knees in front of one of the men and stuffed his cock into her mouth as if she were starving. She sucked and slurped the cum off the cock head and reached her hands out for the other nearest cocks. Batgirl became mesmerized by the sight of Supergirl’s ass shifting back and forward as she worked over another cock. Her hand was smearing cum around the underside of one of her breasts. At last, as if in a trance, she knelt beside Supergirl and began to suck the cock of the nearest man. Johnson closed the back door and turned to one of the web-cameras.

“As ya’ll can see, we’ve tamed Batgirl and Supergirl. They are now pleasure slaves, who live to fuck and suck any man who is their master. I’m prepared to sell these two lovelies to the highest bidders. Use the web page comin’ on line now to make yo’ bids. Bidding will close in fifteen minutes.”

He turned toward Emma and then back to the camera, glancing at his watch. “And by the by, Mr. Jakes. Yo’ time has run out. Ah’ll git yo’ technology another way. We’re gonna enjoy fucking yo’ daughter.”

And the orgy commenced. Most of the guys had shot their wads more than once and so it took a little while to get back up to speed, but soon Batgirl and Supergirl were being fucked in every hole. Batgirl had a cock up her ass and was bent backwards so another cock could fit into her pussy. Then another cock was shoved into her mouth. Supergirl had been picked up by a husky member of the pit crew, who had his huge cock curving up into her pussy, while another stood behind and skewered her super ass.

Emma had been untied and several guys stripped her naked and began to rape her up on the back of the racecar that was in the front of the trailer. She resisted wildly at first, but a few slaps to the face took the fight out of her and she lay passively on her back, her legs spread wide and a grunting mechanic thrusting a cock up her pussy. A couple of others held her arms down and occasionally smacked her considerable breasts until they were bright red.

Fifteen minutes later, Ransom closed the bidding on the superheroines and notified the world that the winning bids were from the same person, who had just wired 6.1 billion to his bank account and that the person was receiving instructions on how to find them. The guys continued to fuck the three ladies until they began to run out of steam. They moved Batgirl and Supergirl to face each other and made them lick the cum off each other. It was a hot time as the babes eagerly lapped cum off breasts, stomachs, faces, and between their legs. That led to a session of mutual muff-diving that left them shuddering wrecks. They finally passed out in each other’s embrace. Emma was now hanging from a crane used to move engines in and out of cars. Her mouth was plugged with bright red ball gag, and her legs had been tied to the sides so her pussy was exposed. Guys took turns whipping and spanking her.

Ransom closed down the web page and sat at the computer with his technician, moving money around so it could not be traced. About fifteen minutes later, there was a hideous cry from the back of the truck that turned out to be the metal hinges of the door bending and ripping apart. The back doors flew off and in flew Superman. Batman had been following with the Batmobile in automatic pilot mode. He jumped from the hood of his car to the back of the truck once Superman had cleared the way. Superman flew out and around, where he forced the truck to halt and apprehended the men in the cab. Batman quickly neutralized the men in the truck, not a hard task considering how much fucking they had all just done. Batman called the authorities to report the location of the truck.

They put Batgirl and Supergirl into the Batmobile. Superman flew Emma to the nearest hospital while Batman began the drive back to the bat cave. Superman had reluctantly agreed to tell the police that he and batman had not found Batgirl and Supergirl, only Emma. Batman felt that it would be better if the women were not subjected to more humiliation. They could see that the women were treated by a doctor and given a chance to recover in private. Furthermore, the perpetrators might not know that the women had been recovered. Once in the car, Batman covered the naked, cum-covered superheroines with their capes and gave them an injection of a strong sedative; he reasoned they needed the rest and he was worried that Ransom may have been able to control them. He did not want them waking up and attacking him in the Batmobile. For the same reasons, he left the kryptonite collar on Supergirl.

Batman set the Batmobile on autopilot so he could think as the South Carolina countryside rolled by in the dark. It would be hours before they got back to Gotham. He tried to occupy himself with figuring out how Ransom had managed to get these race car mechanics to kidnap and rape. But his thoughts kept coming back to Batgirl unconscious in the seat next to him.

The Caped Crusader cursed under his breath. His usually disciplined mind had lately been a torrent of uncontrollable urges and fantasies. It had started the previous day, in the late afternoon.

Batman had always sublimated his sexual desires into his crime-fighting. When he got horny, he went down to the bat cave and worked on his designs, which accounts for the vast number of contraptions and conveyances he had created. But that did not work when he had tried it that evening. He had also noted that he seemed to be getting slightly weaker and his reflexes a touch slower.

As Bruce Wayne, he had attended a charity ball that evening. As he entered and circulated, he noticed how sexy many of the women were in their revealing strapless gowns. Before long, he had a huge boner and had to pretend he had spilled wine on himself so he could get to the bathroom and let his Willy calm down. He tried to leave early, but a supermodel and Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover girl Elle McShearson, wearing a strapless, sheer gown that left nothing to the imagination, cornered him by an elevator. She let him know by her body language that she was available, and Bruce Wayne took the elevator down to the service basement and he and Elle went at it in a frenzied hour of passionate sex.

Bruce enjoyed the experience, but was troubled by his lapse in his strict code of behavior. He went home, still enjoying the memories of fucking Elle’s superhardbody in all kinds of nasty positions. By the time he reached the bat cave, he had a boner and decided to work out the sexual energy. But as he changed into his suit, he gave in to the urge to masturbate on memories of his sex with Elle. His cock sent a geyser of cum and he felt relieved. He dressed in his Batman costume and did his routine. To his surprise, he was stronger and faster than he had ever been. Sex used to have the opposite effect on him, so he was very perplexed.

He was about to go to bed when he got a call from Superman, who told him to check the Internet and gave him an URL. Batman’s jaw dropped as the browser opened to the sight of Batgirl and Supergirl tied to the bars, their legs spread wide, and their tits in plain sight. Ten minutes later, he had gleaned some idea of where the truck was and hopped in his newly converted Batmobile with the option of winged flight. He jetted down to the South Carolina area and circled, looking for the truck. He turned on the computer screens in his plane and navigated to the site showing what the world was seeing, the men in the truck starting to rape Batgirl and Supergirl. He got a raging hard-on and landed the plane on a deserted back roads highway. After pulling the Batmobile off the road and hiding it from view, Batman pulled out his cock and jerked off. Five minutes later, he was hard again. He masturbated again, hoping to exhaust his supply of cum, but after coming again, he had barely got back on the road when his cock once more craved attention. But he felt energized as never before.

When the slave auction began, he bid on them (using Bruce Wayne’s secret accounts) and kept bidding until he had succeeded in buying them. This was the only way they had to get the location of the women. It had worked and soon he and Superman had liberated the Dominated Dolls of Degradation. He had used up most of the vehicles jet fuel, so he had to drive back to the bat cave on the surface roads, which would take hours.

Now the two women were with him, naked and unconscious. His thoughts kept straying to a fantasy in which he pulled the Batmobile over and raped Batgirl. Then he would wait a few minutes and rape Supergirl. He knew this was wrong, yet he could not stop. He even found a voice in his head, egging him on, pointing out that no one knew where they were and no one would notice that they had been raped again.

He reached over and gave a little tug on Batgirl’s yellow cape, intending to just pull it to cover her knee, which was sticking out a little. But the whole cape slid off her. The full moon bathed her features and Batman was glad the car was on autopilot. He removed a glove and tentatively laid his hand on her thigh. He had always been attracted to Batgirl and to her cover identity, Barbara Gordon. Now he could see her naked, touch her. He groped a breast, marveling at how soft and warm it was.

Coming to his senses, he jerked his hand back and replaced the cape to cover Batgirl’s body. His cock felt as if he had taken a triple dose of Viagra. He reluctantly pulled his trunks down and whipped out his cock and began to jerk off.

After this, he plunged into writing a program to try to detect anomalous events that might indicate Ransom’s work. He found that his mind was much more alert and agile after he had masturbated. He kept his focus and this kept his mind off sex until the Batmobile was in the bat cave and he had to decide what to do with his sleeping beauties.

He still feared that Ransom might be able to control them and decided he should secure them on a pair of examination tables he kept in his med-lab. Alfred called down on the intercom to see if Batman needed any help, but Batman told him to get some rest. It was the middle of the night. Batman knew he should contact a few of the other female superheroines to come and clean Batgirl and Supergirl up, but he did not. He carried each to the med-lab, laid them on the tables, and strapped them down. Then fearing that they might wake up and Ransom might be able to see through their eyes, he blindfolded each woman.

Then he remembered that both women had been provided with voice-print identification passes so they could come and go and make use of the computers when Batman was not there. Batgirl particularly made use of the facility. Ransom might use this to give voice commands to the computers. It would take time to revoke the security clearance, so he just stuffed a roll of gauze into their mouths and taped them shut.

He was again tempted to climb onto the table and rape them both. The thought kept coming to him that they deserved it for being so stupid. But then he shook the thoughts off and decided he needed someone to help him avoid doing something he would later regret. He called Robin and ordered him to the bat cave. He had always tried to set a good example for his ward, so he figured having Robin around would help.

Then he set to work cleaning the two women up. Since they could not see him, he took off his mask, cape, gloves, and jersey. He got a bowl of soapy water and a cloth and began to wipe the dried patches of cum off Batgirl’s stomach. By this time, his cock was once more engorged and chomping at the bit for a piece of Batgirl. He kept it in check, as he rubbed down her breasts.

As he worked, he began to plan what he would say to them once the became conscious. He would berate them for carelessness, for getting caught. The dumb cunts. Because of their ineptitude, Emma was raped. They deserved to get raped for their failure, but Emma was an innocent (although he had to admit she was very hot).

Now Batman was cleaning Barbara’s hips and thighs. Dumb broads. They never should have been allowed to fight crime. Prancing around in their sexy outfits, boobs bouncing provocatively every time they moved. They saw fighting crime as a lark, good for a thrill. Probably thought it was better than sex. They had seemed to enjoy the sex well enough in Ransom’s truck. Sluts.

Batman adjusted the controls on the table to cause Batgirl’s legs to spread wide. He probed a finger into her vagina, holding his breath, enjoying the warm, wet tunnel. As he withdrew his hand, lumps of cum came with it. He wiped it clean and continued scooping cum from her pussy.

You two have disgraced superheroes everywhere, he found himself thinking. People ridiculed them enough for wearing their costumes and for being high and mighty. Now they could add slut to their terms of derision, at least when talking about the superheroines. Damn bitches deserved to get raped. They will never fight crime again. The pictures of their rapes will be all over the Internet by now. The tabloids will have a field day. Better they never surfaced, let the world think they really were sold to some rich bastard as sex toys.

Batman proceeded to clean up Supergirl. He kept thinking of more and more reasons to be mad at them. By the time they were clean, legs spread wide, they looked quite ravishing. They cleaned up good, that was for sure. His will was crumbling and he desperately wanted to fuck them, so he was grateful when Robin bounced into the cave. Batman directed his youthful ward to the med-lab.

“Holy Shit!” Robin exclaimed as he entered the room and saw the naked superbabes strapped to the tables, legs spread, gagged and blindfolded. At first, he thought they might be Harlequin and Cat Woman. Batman explained the situation and Robin took the opportunity to get a close-up look at the two on the tables. His youthful libido was evident even through the cup in his costume shorts.

As Batman was finishing his story, Superman contacted him via the communicator in the lab. “Emma’s getting looked at, and the police are processing the crime scene. The FBI is leading the investigation. They wanted to know your whereabouts, but I said you had other business to attend to. Hope that was all right.”

“That’s good,” Batman responded. “What are your plans now?”

“Have you got any leads on Ransom?”

Batman paused, then said, “Yes. I’ve think there may be a Hispanic connection, down in Tijuana. Could you get out there and snoop around. It may be nothing, but you can check it out faster than anyone.”

“I’m on it,” Superman said and switched off the communicator.

“Chump,” Batman thought. He gazed at the naked flesh splayed out in front of him.

“What do we do now?” Robin asked.

“Robin, you know how little reward we get for the dangerous, heroic work we do,” Batman said, an idea forcing itself to the fore of his intentions.

“I’ll say,” Robin agreed. “We never get paid. Even when women throw themselves at us after we’ve rescued them, we can’t enjoy even that, for fear of revealing our identities and tarnishing our reputations.”

“Exactly,” Batman said. “Our only reward is dispensing justice.”

“True, but that hardly does much for our little superheroes,” Robin said, glancing down at his crotch and winking at Batman.

“I think, in this case, we can satisfy the need for justice and our own personal needs,” and he moved to stare down at the naked body of Batgirl.”

“I’ve wanted to nail Batgirl since I first met her,” Robin said, picking up on Batman’s drift. “She’s been such a cock-tease. It would be justice to do her just for all the times she led me on and then disappeared with a smirk and a wink.”

“You will get your turn, my faithful friend, but Batgirl is mine first. I’ve had to deal with her seductive ways every time I’ve saved her amateurish ass from any and every supervillian she’s ever tried to deal with on her own.”

With that, Batman took off the rest of his costume, revealing his magnificent cock, engorged and ready for action. It was a cock worthy of a superhero, two inches wide and nine inches long. Robin was envious. He watched transfixed as Bruce Wayne approached the unconscious Barbara Gordon and began to squeeze her breasts and play with her cunt lips. Frustrated that he could not do Barbara, about whom he had fantasized since he had first met Batgirl, Robin turned his attention to Supergirl, who was almost as impressive as Barbara Gordon.

Batman, noticing his protégé’s attention shifting, said, “Supergirl is just as deserving of punishment as Batgirl. She’s so naïve about our culture that she is constantly getting into fixes that Superman has to save her from. He’s too much the boy scout to punish her, so it’s up to us. Get started on her, while I deal with Barbara.”

“Holy Snatch,” Robin thought and divested himself of his costume as if it were on fire. He had not had much experience with really attractive women, even though he had done it with a few girl friends. Batman had always warned against the debilitating effects of sex on crime fighting, so he was very inexperienced. Now he had a perfect specimen of Supergirl spread out in front of him. His hands slapped to her breasts and he kneaded them for several minutes, leaning over and licking them and even biting them. Her weakened form responded with slight reddening, but he could not break the skin even with a strong bite.

Meanwhile, Bruce began to lick out Batgirl’s cunt and before long, he could not resist anymore and climbed onto the table. He lay over Barbara and pulled the blindfold off, since she was still unconscious. He wanted to see her face. Then he shifted his cock to her pussy and took a moment to savor the experience to come (so-to-speak). With a grin and a grunt, he thrust his hips violently forward. Barbara’s snatch was dry now, so his cock heated up as he forced it to the hilt and then slid it back out. Barbara gave a muffled moan, as if responding to the stimulation, but she remained unconscious. Then, as Batman continued to hump her, she started to get wet and his cock began to really glide in and out.

Robin, having removed his costume, was now just Dick Grayson. His dick was not so big as Bruce’s but stout and longer than average. He imitated Bruce, and licked Supergirl’s cunt, running his fingers through her soft blond bush. He licked her clit and then licked his way up her super firm abs to her impressive breasts. Although laying on her back, her breasts hardly sagged at all to the sides. Yet, when he squeezed them and sucked on them, they were perfectly supple yet firm. He removed her blindfold as well and stroked her soft blond locks.

Finally, his rock-hard cock demanded satisfaction, so he thrust it into Supergirl’s cunt and savored the tight warmth squeezing his cock. Even with all the cocks he had seen plunging into her on the Internet broadcast, he was amazed at how tight she had remained. Supergirl had a Supersnatch. He pumped his cock in and out slowly at first, not wanting to come too quickly. She got wet almost immediately, which eased Dick’s conscience slightly, as he reasoned she really wanted it.

And so, Batman and Robin were gleefully humping the two of the sexiest superheroines in the world. They grunted and slobbered and behaved like animals in rut. They came pretty quickly and pulled out, silly grins on their faces. It felt good to drop the goody-goody image they had to maintain in public and really enjoy themselves. They quickly revived and traded partners. Robin got sloppy seconds on Barbara Gordon, but he did not care. He first straddled her stomach and placed his cock between her glorious tits. He squeezed the considerable amount of mam-meat around his throbbing cock and proceeded to tit-fuck her. He channeled all his frustration and pent-up lust for her and combined it with resentment and anger, driving his cock through her cleavage like a psycho plunging a knife into his victim. When he came and blasted her face with his cum, it felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

Batman, meanwhile, made good on a fantasy he had entertained recently involving Supergirl; he unstrapped her legs from the bed and pushed them up and to the sides, securing them again, so that Supergirl’s gloriously firm and round ass was facing him. Then he mounted the table and put his cock at her ass-hole and squeezed it slowly into the super-tight hole. He pounded her ass while sucking on her tits and exploded cum into her bowels about the time Dick was dowsing Barbara’s face. Before the two retired for some drinks at the bat bar, they replaced the blindfolds on the bound women.

At that moment, hidden deep in the secure super-computer facility that Ransom had put together with much of the money he had extorted, four of the most skilled computer hackers tapped at their keyboards. One of them chuckled as he adjusted one of the cameras in the bat cave to get a close-up of Bruce Wayne, alias Batman, extracting his cock from the ass of Supergirl. Ransom congratulated himself on how well his plan was going.

He knew that before he could shape the world according to his own desires, he had to rid it of the meddling influence of the meta-humans. Since he could not use his mental powers on them, he had to find other ways to take them out. He had successfully humiliated Supergirl and Batgirl on the Internet. In addition to the images he recorded and broadcast from the trailer of the racing team, he had discovered digital pics of Batgirl being bound and fucked over by some college kids just the same evening that he was able to catch them. He also found a fraternity that had pictures of a gang-bang of a drugged young woman whom he had determined was Supergirl in disguise. Their disgrace would be permanent.

He had traced the person who paid to get the two superheroines as sex slaves and discovered, to his delight, it was Bruce Wayne. His team set to work cracking his computer system. It was a challenge but by the time Batman was returning with the rescued heroines, Ransom had the run of the Wayne computer system, which quickly revealed that Wayne was Batman’s secret identity.

Ransom had a couple of canisters of special gases sent to the Wayne manner, using delivery men he controlled. He controlled Alfred, Wayne’s butler, to take the gas into the house and connect it to the ventilation system that fed the Bat cave. One of the gases was a special formula that loosened inhibitions, much as alcohol did, but also turned up the libido. It also made one somewhat more prone to violence.

Batman and Robin had fallen under its sway and had just raped the defenseless women so recently rescued from the same situation. It would be easy enough to reveal this, expose Wayne as Batman, and set in motion a whole heap of legal troubles on the man. And while he was at it, he could plunder the Wayne fortune, which was almost unimaginably vast. But just now, he was enjoying the show and wondered how things would proceed.

The other gas was a special recipe bought from Lex Luther. It contained red kryptonite in gaseous form. Although dilute, it would begin to be absorbed into the bloodstream and the concentration would build. In ordinary humans, it was harmless, but to Superman or Supergirl, it would slowly turn them into sexual fiends who would care for nothing but satisfying their carnal desires.

Batman had sent Superman on a goose chase to keep him away, but Ransom had seen to it that Superman would follow a trail back to Gotham and the Bat cave. He would then catch the most powerful superhero of all in his widening web.

Is there hope for Batgirl and Supergirl? Can they escape the clutches of drug addled Batman and Robin or will they become sex slaves of the Dynamic Duo while teenage boys all over the world whack-off to pictures of Supergirl and Batgirl being gang raped? Stay tuned.

Chapter 6

Our Story So Far: Batgirl and Supergirl were rescued from becoming sex slaves by Bruce Wayne, but are now held captive by Batman and Robin in the bat cave. Batman’s increasing interest in sex has been augmented by a drug that has eliminated his conscience and revved up his libido, along with his sidekick Robin. Our heroines are about to wake up to a shocking reality.

Barbara Gordon slowly woke up, feeling as if she were having to fight her way back to consciousness, like hacking through a dense jungle. She tried to move and found that her arms were strapped to a table at her sides. So were her feet. She opened her eyes, but still could see nothing. She blinked her eyes and felt the fabric of a blindfold covering her eyes. She felt something in her mouth and tried to spit it out. Some kind of fabric, now soaked in saliva filled her mouth and was held in place with a strip of tape. It was then she realized her nightmare was ongoing.

She tried to recall how she had gotten here. Then she remembered the ordeal in the truck with the mechanics and drivers controlled by Ransom who had raped and humiliated her. The last she remembered, she was sucking every cock she could get her mouth around while her pussy and ass were being relentlessly drilled. She was having an almost continual orgasm that had made her forget everything but satisfying her lust. She had been tamed.

She vaguely recalled Ransom announcing that Batgirl and Supergirl would be sold to the highest bidder as super sex slaves. Someone must have purchased her and she was now his captive. She heard muffled moans that suggested Supergirl was nearby, probably also bound, blindfolded, and gagged, which meant the kryptonite necklace that was sapping her strength was still in place.

Barbara realized that she was naked and as she wriggled her ass from side to side, testing the strength of her bonds. She felt the sticky residue of cum in her crotch. She felt something sticky on her neck and breasts as well. Someone had already raped her. Unable to get free, she concentrated on listening, trying to get clues about where she was.

Supergirl was having much the same experience, except that she felt so weak, it seemed the bonds at her wrists and ankles were superfluous. Her ass hurt and she had spunk drying on her sex and ass. But she was not thinking of escape. She thought about the man who had purchased her and wondered who he was; and before she knew it, she was wishing he would come and fuck her again. Her breasts felt like they would explode if they were not touched soon.

Both women heard the footsteps and felt the faint vibrations though the examination tables to which they were strapped. Batgirl steeled herself for the inevitable assault. Something inside her was actually anticipating the sex that would be forced upon her and it troubled her. Then she heard a familiar deep, masculine voice and she realized she was about to be rescued.

“I see you sleepy-heads have finally woken up. It’s about time.”

It was Batman. Batgirl’s heart raced, knowing she would be set free, but also embarrassed that Batman was seeing her naked and abused. She had fantasized about being naked with him, but this was not how she had pictured it. Still she was excited in spite of her embarrassment. Maybe Batman would finally take notice of her womanhood and be tempted to be more than a gentleman with her.

“Hey, Batgirl,” came another male voice. It was the slightly higher voice of Robin. “Or should I say, ‘Babbs?’”

Batgirl frowned. Then it hit her. Her mask was off. But wait. The blindfold and tape was covering most of her face. How could he tell who she was?

Batman continued. “Well, I hope you too realize how badly you fucked up. Emma was kidnapped and raped. You two were raped on international web-cams. But maybe it wasn’t rape. After all, you could have escaped but you chose to stay and have your little brains fucked out.”

Batgirl and Supergirl were both confused. This did not sound like the Batman they knew. He sounded really angry. Then Batgirl felt a hand on her stomach. She flinched. Batman’s voice continued to talk right next to her now. Batman could be releasing her, but he was lecturing her and feeling her body.

“So I, that is Bruce Wayne, paid Ransom a God-awful amount of money to get the location where he was holding you. Superman and I took rescued you, but now we have to decide what to do with you. The world thinks you are being held as someone’s sex-slave. The good money is betting that Lex Luther has you both.”

Batman’s hand moved up and cupped Barbara’s breast and squeezed. He did not have his gloves on. “You can’t fight crime any more. You’ve made superheroes a laughing stock. Funny thing is, no one seems that upset that you were raped. Blogs are saying that you had it coming. Only some of the feminists are upset that their heroines were defeated and had their sexuality turned against them. I’m thinking of just keeping you here and letting you get the fucking you deserve and apparently that you crave.”

Batman squeezed Barbara’s breast hard and gave it a firm slap, causing Barbara to moan, “MMMMMNnnn!” He left her and strolled over to Supergirl. He caressed her blond bush and she bucked her hips up to meet his hand, like a cat in heat. “Supergirl here sure seems ready for action,” Batman said, apparently to Robin. “Why don’t you attend to her while I show Batgirl who her new master is?”

“Hot damn!” Robin said and dashed over to Supergirl. He set his hands on her breasts and squeezed them, delighted at how she squirmed. He began to touch her all over between her shoulders and her knees. It soon seemed that he was playing a musical instrument, as each touch elicited a moan or a squeal and Supergirl’s body rose and feel like waves on the ocean. He leaned over and began to lick her clit and within thirty seconds, Supergirl was squirting cum like a Waterpik.

“MMRrRRrgghrhrHHHH!!!!” groaned Supergirl as her body convulsed with pleasure.

Meanwhile, Batman walked to the foot of Barbara’s table and adjusted the controls to spread her legs wide. He then raised her legs into the position assumed during gynecological exams. He picked up a riding crop and began to swat at Barbara’s stomach, making her squeak with surprise and pain. He walked around the table, hitting a different part of her body each time, waiting sometimes thirty seconds, letting the tension build. He watched with delight as Barbara’s taut body braced for the next stinging slap.

He hit her breasts until they were bright red. He left red welts across her rock-hard abs. He hit her thighs, gradually working down toward her pussy, hitting her ass cheeks until they glowed red. Finally he began to swat her pubic area. Barbara was sobbing into her gag by this time.

Then she felt something warm and firm pressing against her sore pussy lips. Batman’s cock thrust rudely into her. He was not dry-humping her, however, as the whipping had left her very wet and aroused. She lost touch with the situation and realized she was finally getting her wish, to be fucked by Batman. Batman stood and rammed his cock into her relentlessly, holding her thighs for leverage, enjoying the sight of her naked breasts rocking forward and back with each thrust.

Batgirl seemed about to come. Batman took a whip with dozens of leather strips and slapped it down hard on one of her breasts. “MMRRGHGHEGG!” Batgirl cried into her gag. He whipped both her breasts, alternating with each stoke. The pain took her back from the edge of orgasm, but she slowly warmed back up as he continued to drive his huge cock deep into her pussy.

Robin, meanwhile had released Supergirl’s feet. He watched cautiously to see if she would try to kick him, but her legs dangled off the sides of the table like the legs of a marionette. Robin affixed a spreader bar to her ankles, keeping them about three feet apart. Next her arms were released and Robin tied her wrists together and then to a hook attached to a cable that could be raised and lowered. He tied the spreader bar to the hook and raised Supergirl off the table. He made the table retract toward the wall and lowered Supergirl and released her feet.

He tied a rope around her waist and secured it to a post behind her. Then he pulled the cable holding her hands forward so she was forced to lean forward. He tied a rope to her chest, wrapping it above and below and between her breasts before pulling her down toward the floor. Her body was now in a convoluted S-shape. Her ass was lifted high above her spread legs. Her torso pointed toward the floor while her arms were lifted up at a forty-five degree angle.

Robin knelt behind Supergirl and looked at her exposed pussy and ass-hole. He probed a few fingers into her cunt and Supergirl went rigid. His fingers were quickly soaked as she responded to the stimulation with surprising speed. He finger fucked her and within a minute, she was grunting, close to orgasm. He stopped when she was just short of the climax and left her whining in frustration. He walked around and took off her gag.

Before she could say anything, however, he stuffed his cock into her mouth and began to fuck her face. By this point, he was so hot that he came within two minutes. He kept his cock plunged deep in her mouth as he came and enjoyed the sound of Supergirl gagging on his cock, as cum squirted out around the base of his cock.

Batman meanwhile had stopped short of cumming into Batgirl’s cunt and lowered her exam table at the head so her head was down a foot below crotch level. He removed her gag. “Beg for my cock,” Batman ordered Batgirl.

“Please stop,” Barbara said thickly. “Let me go.”

“Wrong!” Batman said and snapped his cat-o-nine-tails hard on her breast.

“HHHAHHHhahhgh!” was all Barbara said.

Batman continued to whip her and ordering her to beg to suck his cock. Finally, she sobbed, “Please, may … may I s-s-suck your cock?” Her voice was timid and mousy, a far cry from the confident wisecracking superheroine.

“Louder!” Batman bellowed and pelted her pussy with the whip.

“PLEASE! Suck … Suck Your COCK!” Barbara managed.

Her reward was Batman’s thick Johnson thrust rudely into her mouth. It was hot and thick and made her gag as he pushed it as far as it would go. Batman and Robin were now both forcing their cocks into the mouths of the once proud superheroines, who were slobbering and sucking, eager to please their new masters. For a while, the only sound was balls slapping on faces and a steady chorus of “Grnnnrgch! Hhachnrrng! UhmgLrug!” When the superheroes came, their cum gushed in torrents into the gullets of Batgirl and Supergirl.

Suddenly, there was a gust of air as a door opened and Superman’s voice cried out, “What are you doing?” He rushed forward to where Supergirl was teetering, her ass high and glowing, her mouth dripping cum.

Batman glared at Superman. “I thought I told you to check out that lead in Tijuana?”

“It was a dead end. But I got word you needed me. Again I ask, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind?!”

Batman smiled and shook some spunk off the tip of his cock onto Barbara’s naked chest. “We’re giving these bitches what they deserve and what they want. They’ve retired from the superhero ranks and are now content to be sex slaves to those who are their superiors.”

“Listen to yourselves!” Superman bellowed, incredulous. “What … How ?”

Then, as he stared at the spectacle of the naked women, breasts dangling, legs spread wide, he felt his cock stiffen.

“You saw the pictures!” Batman continued. “Have you read what the press is saying about us, US! Not Batgirl and Supergirl, but superheroes! Their laughing at us, calling us names, and demanding we give up our vigilante ways. All because these bitches could not handle a simple mission to keep someone from being kidnapped.”

Superman now had a major hard-on and he was having trouble keeping his mind focused on arguing with Batman and trying to make him see how wrong it was to fuck these righteous babes like there was no tomorrow. As Batman continued his rant, Superman began to agree with him. The women had disgraced the good names of Batman and Superman. They could not fight crime any more. They should still serve some useful purpose, make amends for all the trouble they had caused.

Before he realized it, Superman had shed his tights and cape, removed his boots, and was standing behind his cousin, his hands on her ass, his cock pointing the way to her moist cunt. Supergirl was moaning, but she was also wiggling her ass, trying to move it toward Superman.

The Man of Steel took his steel-hard rod and pushed it into Supergirl’s super-tight ass and began to fuck her.

Batman and Robin, seeing this, went back to their fun. They removed Barbara from the table, took off her blindfold and tied her to a metal frame that normally held electrical equipment. The frame allowed them to bend her over a horizontal pipe and tie her hands down near the floor. They spread he legs and tied them apart. Then Batman pushed his cock into Barbara’s ass while Robin went around and forced his into Barbara’s mouth.

Batgirl was very confused. She wanted very badly to cum, but she also hated what Batman and Robin were doing, raping her. But Robin’s cock was so hot and big and Batman’s cock was sending ripples of pleasure up her spine with every thrust. She gave in and began to enjoy the fucking she was getting. She came a minute later. “MMMNnnnrgh! UMMRrghg! MMMRrrmmrr!” was all the sense she could make with a cock down her gullet.

“Oh, yeah,” Batman sang. “When you cum, Barbara, your cunt squeezes my cock and it feels so hot.”

Robin looked down at Babs. Her face was streaked with cum and her luscious red lips were wrapped around his cock and her tongue was working constantly. He took fistfuls of her red hair and used it for leverage to really force his cock down her throat. “GGgggh!” was all Batgirl could get out before her throat was clogged with cock. She struggled, trying to pull her head away so she could breath, but Robin held her head so tightly over his cock that Batgirl’s lips were slapping against his stomach.

Then an amazing thing happened. Batman came in her pussy and the rush of hot spunk inside her sent her over the edge and she had an orgasm. The strangulation she was experiencing intensified the pleasure of the orgasm to an unbelievable degree. Finally, Robin pulled his cock from her throat and she breathed in desperately. “Gnghhaaaaaaaa.”

Meanwhile, Supergirl was feeling the full force of a hot and horny superman. His cock felt huge in her. She shook her torso to increase the stimulation from the cock thrusting deep into her. Her breasts dangled and jiggled. Just before Superman came, she came too, her body shuddering and heaving as she tried to move with the sensations. “Oh God, YES! AAAAhhhhh! OOOOhhhh Yeah! FUCK ME!”

This pushed Superman over the edge and he gushed cum. It filled her pussy and spurts shot out from around the base of Superman’s cock, spattering her thighs.

The all withdrew and took some much needed rest. Batman went over to the closet where he kept his spare costumes. He had a few sets of Batgirl’s costume as well, in case she needed it while they were fighting crime in the area. He released her from the frame and told her to put her costume on. She was in a daze and did not think to question his order. She pulled the gray tights on, pulled up her cowl, donned her yellow cap, and put on her gloves and boots.

Batman had one of Supergirl’s costumes, as well. It was from a few years ago, when Supergirl was still not quite fully grown. He handed it to Superman, who threw it on the floor in front of her and ripped the ropes from her wrists and ankles. He ordered her to wear it. She pulled her bright red panties up, then her red skirt, boots, and last her top. This was a white top that did not come all the way down to her skirt waistline. Once she had it on, Superman took the side of her shirt and ripped it partway up to her underarm. Then he tore off a strip around the bottom, so that the bottom of her breasts could be seen protruding below. As she moved, the shirt kept riding up and exposing her tits.

Superman ordered her to follow him. Meanwhile, Batman and Robin were ripping the crotch out of Batgirl’s tights, along with the fabric over her ass. They ripped the front from the neck to her bellybutton. Batman lay on his back and pointed toward his cock while glaring at Batgirl. She started to mount him, but he ordered her, “Ass!” She realized what he wanted and reversed herself so her ass hole was right about Batman’s throbbing cock.

Batman reached up to her pussy and scooped out some cum and worked it into her ass hole. Once it was nice and slippery, he had her lower her weight onto his cock. She groaned as it forced its way in and then was pulled back so she was laying on her back on Batman’s torso.

Robin knelt down between her knees and forced her legs wide and drove his cock into her pussy. Next Superman straddled Batgirl’s stomach and started to tit-fuck her. He ordered Supergirl to sit on Batgirl’s face. This she did and so Batgirl was getting raped four ways at once. She began to cum more or less continuously. There was no conversation, just the grunts of pleasure, the slap of Robin’s balls on Batgirl’s ass, the slurping sound as Batgirl tried to devour Supergirl’s pussy and Supergirl shuddering as she came and spurted juice down on Batgirl’s already cum-spatter face.

And that was the view that Ransom showed the world, the next day. Batgirl being fucked four ways and loving it. By this time he had most of Wayne’s most valuable assets and he was making more money from all the sales of the Supergirl/Batgirl gang rapes. The next step, he made it look as if Bruce Wayne and his ward Dick Grayson had been misappropriating shareholder funds to make stock purchase about which he had inside information. He eventually went to a federal prison for a long, long time.

Superman laid low, working as Clark Kent. He was finding it harder and harder to keep from thinking about sex. Whenever he was with Lois Lane, he tended to daydream and next thing he knew, he was imagining himself raping her. Then one night, when he and Lois were working late and everyone else had gone home, Lois went into the copy room to make some copies. Clark watched her walk away, her tight skirt hugging her hips, showing where the sides of her ass curved inward.

He began fantasizing about going into the copy room and coming up behind her and ripping her blouse off her. He would rip all her clothes apart, and then bend her over a chair and tie her hands and ankles to it. Then he would plunge his cock into her warm, wet pussy and begin to pump. Suddenly, he realized he was not fantasizing, he had followed Lois into the copy room and was raping her. He had her pinned to the floor and was driving his cock deep into her pussy as she wept and struggled underneath him. Then he pulled his shirt open, as he was getting hot, and Lois gasped when she say the red S on the blue shirt. Superman did not care. He fucked her hard.

Suddenly, Jimmy Olson walked it with a camera and when he saw the torrid scene, he took some pictures. Superman, embarrassed and ashamed, sprinted from the room, flew out a window and was not seen for a long time. Clark hid out various places, trying to find a way to save the name of Superman, but everyone had turned against the once beloved superhero.

As for Ransom, he spirited Barbara Gordon and Supergirl away to a secret hideaway and kept them compliant with a combination of drugs, and frequent forced orgasms. He also managed to capture the other major superheroines: Wonder Woman, Power Girl, Black Canary, Huntress, Zantana, Mary Marvel, Pantha, Stargirl, Raven, Big Barda, Hawkgirl, Jade, Blackfire, Katana, and Starfire. He also captured a number of supervillainesses, including Catwoman, Harlequin, and Lady Shiva. Ransom added to his collection a number of prominent actresses and supermodels.

He used these, in part, to organize a league of supervillians to divide up and control the world. Without the superheroes and heroines to stop them, they were able to rise to power and begin to hold the world under their cruel thumbs. Ransom would reward villains like Lex Luther, the Joker, and Black Adam with their pick of his harem. Lesser officials were given access to the many sexual slave dens that began to spring up everywhere, once the police were compromised and legislatures bought off.

Batgirl was passed around a lot in the beginning. She had been knocked up by Batman when he raped her (it was determined with DNA tests later), and that is how you came to be. Now that you are 18, Ransom wanted you to know the truth about your parents.

You now know your heritage and what happened to your parents. It is time to choose. Will you use your powers as a metahuman to aid Ransom, or will you become a slave like your mother? I’ll be in the next room. Think it over and let me know when you decide. Just don’t wait too long.