Supergirl flew over Gotham City at night, staying alert to anything that might be amiss. Down below, Batgirl was prowling back alleys with the same attitude. With all of the male superheroes out of town trying to track down the fiend who had kidnapped a dozen UN ambassadors, the two women had to fight crime in the city by themselves, and they did not want anything bad to happen on their watch. The men patronized them enough as it was.
Batgirl was the first to detect criminal activity. She had spotted a large semi-trailer truck moving through the warehouse district without any running lights or headlights on. Batgirl activated the ultrasonic beacon that only Supergirl could hear and began to tail the truck through the dark warehouse district. Supergirl, hearing the signal began to fly toward it. Within minutes, she was flying above the truck.
Using her x-ray vision, Supergirl scanned the inside of the van and was puzzled by what she saw. Cages with white doves, boxes with rattlesnakes, dark crystal geodes, cases of stoppered bottles, and—most disturbing—three women hogtied and gagged, apparently drugged or gassed into unconsciousness. Dropping back, Supergirl flew down to where Batgirl was following on her scooter.
“They are carrying a lot of strange things, including three kidnapped women. Want me to disable the truck?”
“No,” Batgirl shot back. “The women might be hurt. We’ll wait until they stop.”
The truck made its way to an apparently abandoned warehouse by a disused railway line. There were a dozen cars parked by one entrance. As soon as the truck stopped Supergirl and Batgirl moved in. Supergirl flew around the front of the truck and slammed the door back on the driver as he started to get out. Batgirl jumped off her scooter and sprinted for the back of the truck. Before she got there, however, the doors blew open and something jumped to the ground. It was a large man, bald, with a staff in one hand, tipped with a black crystal, and a golden sickle in the other.
Batgirl zeroed in on him, as Supergirl flew around from the front of the truck. They closed in on the man, aiming powerful punches at his head and stomach, but just an instant before striking them, he seemed to turn into a tornado of light, and as the heroines touched this swirling plasma, they felt themselves lurch, as if falling and everything went black.
An instant later, they found themselves in a cold dark place. Supergirl could see that it was apparently a cave as Batgirl slipped on a pair of night vision goggles. They were at a loss as to where they were or how they had gotten there, but they knew they had to get back to the warehouse. The lives of the three kidnapped women were at stake. Supergirl picked up Batgirl and flew them through the cave. An hour later, they finally found the way out. They were high on a mountain covered in jungle. In the distance, they could see a village on a beach. They seemed to be on an volcanic island.
“What do we do now?” Batgirl asked.
Supergirl thought. “We need to save those young women. It’s been an hour and God knows what may have happened to them already.”
“It looked to me that they were planning some kind of dark ritual. It may take some time to set up, considering all the other things in the truck. We may still have time.”
“I’ll fly us home,” Supergirl said and started to pick Batgirl up, but Batgirl stopped her.
“If you carry me, it will take hours. You can fly much faster without me. You have to get back and save those girls.”
Supergirl frowned. “What about you? I should at least fly you somewhere safe and civilized.
“There’s no time. I’ll head for that village. You can come back for me when you are done. Just make a note of where I am as you gain altitude. Now go!”
Supergirl looked again at the village and nodded. “I’ll be back very soon. Maybe you should stay here.”
“I’ll be all right. It takes more than a few snakes and spiders to stop me,” Batgirl said, with smile.
“Take care,” Supergirl said, and she took to the air as Batgirl began the walk down the mountain.
It took Supergirl just thirty minutes to reach Gotham and the warehouse where the trouble began. Looking through the roof, Supergirl saw no sign of people, but she could see a stairway leading down. The floor was evidently lead-lined, however, as she could see no deeper. Determined to hit the short fellow who had apparently sent them across the world first, Supergirl flew in and headed for the stairs.
Below she found a series of rooms, each with signs of violence, including blood and entrails. Supergirl walked cautiously through the rooms. She could still not see through the walls. Finally, she came to a closed door and could hear chanting in the next room.
Supergirl gritted her teeth and smashed through the door. Inside were a surprised circle of men in dark, hooded robes. In the center of a pentacle, a naked woman lay with her heart cut from her, and seated on her corpse was something that looked like grotesque beast that looked half komodo dragon and half monkey.
The beast had a humanoid face with burning red eyes and horns. It glared at her and opened its mouth and made a grating high-pitched keening wail. Supergirl was overwhelmed with disgust and nausea that made her fall to her knees and begin vomiting. She felt as if her insides were decaying, cold and sour.
Dazed, she was in no position to resist as the men sprang at her and grabbed her arms and legs. Supergirl tried to master her stomach and throw the men off her, but she found the nausea had taken all of her super strength. She resisted but they dragged her in front of the beast. It talked to the men in a weak voice.
“The master has blessed us! This one has much to give me. Bind her and take her while I leach her strength from her. Pleasure and pain will loosen her will and allow me to feed on her essence. You will become stronger as well.”
The men did not need to be told twice. They tied Supergirl’s hands tightly together with the heels of her hands touching. The looped the rope over a pipe and pulled it so that her hands were above her head and only her toes could touch the floor. Someone threaded more rope through a length of PVC pipe three feel long and tied the ends to her ankles, forcing her legs apart. They stuffed a rag into her mouth and held it in with a gag of electrical tape. There was something nasty tasting leaking form the sponge and coating the inside of her mouth. It made her mouth tingle.
Once trussed up, the men lined up and the first in line punched her hard in the stomach. Supergirl was surprised that the force field that normally prevented harm from solid objects was no longer active. The blow knocked the wind out of her and she struggled to inhale through her nose. The next man in line slapped her hard across the face. The next lashed a whip across her breasts. In front of her, she could see the beast and with each blow, it breathed in deeply, as if smelling something sweet. By the time each man had struck her, the beast seemed a little bigger.
The men again lined up and now the first guy began to feel her up. He slapped his large hands onto her breasts and squeezed them, pinched the nipples, and then lifted her white jersey until her breasts were exposed. The next man stepped up and slapped her breasts until the felt as if stung by a hive of bees. The next sucked and gnawed on her nipples, while a hand slipped around behind and groped her ass.
When all the men had felt her, the apparent leader, a tall, husky man with deep-set eyes, a dark beard, and a shaved head moved in front of her. It was he that had transported them earlier. He held out a hand and said, “The oil of Lilith!”
A rustle of robes and a man stood beside him with a jar of an amber colored substance. He dipped a finger into the goo and it stuck to him like honey. He spread it across Supergirl’s lips. The stuff tasted sweet, almost sickeningly so, and as soon as it touched her lips, they began to tingle. It was as if they were both hot and cold at the same time. She opened her mouth in surprise and he used the opportunity to insert the finger and rub the oil on her tongue. Supergirl’s eyes bulged as the sensations seemed to explode in her mouth.
He withdrew the finger and Supergirl opened her mouth, as if asking for more. Then she got control of herself and closed her mouth, but the others noticed and stated to laugh.
The leader next lifted her white top and bunched it up around her neck and shoulders. Her luscious white breasts dropped into view, jiggling slightly as she struggled. He scooped up some more oil with several fingers and spread it over the palms and fingers of both hands. The hands spread and clamped onto her breasts, rubbing the oil in. Her breasts seemed to fill with hot liquid while the surface felt as if ice-water had been poured over it. Her nipples went rigid immediately and every movement of her breasts made her ache for more contact.
He spread more oil on his hands and rubbed down her stomach. Her firm abs trembled with the oil drawing down the fire in her breasts to her gut. The fingers of one hand dipped down under the waist of her skirt and inched toward her pussy. Her clit stood up and seemed to reach for the fingers before they got there and she moaned when he touched her love button. “HHHHOoohHoHHHOHGhghgh!” she said, her head lolling back and her body quivering.
The other hand swept up her thigh, under her skirt and cupped her ass, then a thumb poked into her asshole. Supergirl’s body was now alive with pleasure and she was fast losing her will to resist. She had never had such good feelings. Then fingers enter her cunt from above and below, massaging the lips and sliding up and down the slippery shaft.
The man parted his robe and revealed a huge erection, which he lubricated with the oil, making him pause as the pleasure swept over him. Then he lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to one side and without preamble drove his cock violently up into her snatch.
“OOOOOOOHhhhHhhh!” Supergirl moaned. He thrust his cock deep into her and withdrew, pistoning into her again and again. Supergirl had never felt a man’s penis in her and the sensation, combined with the effects of the oil had her close to orgasm. She abandoned pretense and leaned her breasts into him, mashing them against his robe as she struggled to increase her stimulation.
The leader nodded to one of the men behind Supergirl. He scooped some of the oil of Lilith and slathered it onto his cock, which was rigid as a bone, curving upward. He moved forward, jerked Supergirl’s red panties down off her ass and began to work his cock into her ass hole. “RRrrngngoOO!!!” she moaned, but as the cock snaked its way deep into her ass, she felt an intense pleasure.
The two men began to alternate thrusts, making Supergirl jerk forward and back, her hands straining against their bonds over her head, her naked breasts jiggling as the leader’s chest pressed them up and into her body. Her strong thigh muscles were like taut cords, rippling as she braced herself for each thrust. “HHHrgh! Ummph! Hhhrhrh! Unnnrh!” she grunted.
Finally the orgasm that had been building exploded inside her. Everyplace where the oil touched her seemed to be electrified. Her body jerked, her head lolled to the side and back, her lips quivering as she exhaled a shriek of pleasure.
As the orgasm began to subside, she heard the beast moaning as well, his voice deeper now and more resonant. He sounded like he was experiencing something like an orgasm. She turned her head enough to see and was shocked to see he had grown over a foot taller, his muscular frame still bearing the marks of a beast, but with more of the shape of a man than of a four-legged creature.
Her attention was immediately diverted however, as the leader grunted and slobbered in pleasure. She felt his cock quiver and then the warm surge of cum inside her. The man behind her came a few moments later.
Supergirl dangled from the rope, her legs no longer supporting her weight. Her red skirt was bunched up on her hips, her panties half pulled off her, with dribbles of white seeping from her holes and down her thighs. Her proud breasts, only partly covered the her Supergirl top, heaved up and down as she fought to gain control of her body. She saw the line of men waiting for their turn and she shed a tear, wondering how she was going to survive this onslaught. She prayed that Batgirl had reached someplace with a phone and had notified Batman and Superman.
At that moment however, Batgirl was in no condition to call anyone, even if she were near a phone. She had walked down the mountain into the jungle and immediately felt as if she was being watched. Then the leaves all around her rustled and stern-faced men with bows and arrows and blowguns came out of hiding and encircled her. They wore only loincloths and had painted faces, some with scars forming strange patterns on their chests.
Batgirl held up her hands, hoping they recognized the gesture as surrender. Two men behind her kicked at the back of her knees and drove her down. They then seized her forearms and held them crossed in front of her at the wrists. A man stepped up with a length of crude hemp rope and tied her hands. They forced her to her stomach and pulled her legs back and tied her ankles together as well.
Some kind of fruit was stuffed into her mouth, a strange tasting lump about the size of an apricot but mushy. Then rope was wrapped around her neck and across her mouth, holding the fruit in place and effectively gagging her. They took her cape and pulled it over her head and tied it in place around her neck and several of the men sat on her as an extra precaution.
She heard what sounded like an ax chopping at a tree. Soon a pole was inserted between her legs just below where her ankles were tied, over her back and through her arms. The pole was lifted and she dangled by her ankles and wrists, breasts dangling near the ground. They started to walk, apparently down the mountain in the direction she had been going.
The fruit in her mouth was oozing a sweet-tasting juice that she could not help but swallow. It was apparently a kind of narcotic, as she felt a brief surge of elation, followed by unconsciousness.
When she woke, she was no longer dangling from a pole, but was on her back and tightly bound. Her hands had been pulled down from her shoulders by her sides with ropes and her legs bent back over her body and tucked behind her head, where her ankles had been tied. She still had her costume on, except for the cape, which had been removed, allowing her to see.
Her position did not give her much leeway for movement. She could see she was in a grass hut. She lifted her head and looked between the bulges of her breasts under her tights to see a doorway. It was oddly shaped a kind of oval with pinched ends at the top and bottom. Then she realized it was the shape of a vulva. Beyond the hut she could see another structure. This was also made of wood and leaves, but it was in the shape of a penis, the head of which was pointed at her hut.
She struggled to find a weakness in her bonds, but she could not free herself. Then she heard a rustle as someone slipped through a hole in the wall and stood up. She saw a handsome young man looking down at her. He was shirtless, like the rest, with black paint on his chest and forehead. His hair, however, was not like the others, who seemed to pack orange mud over thick hair tied behind their heads in a ponytail. His hair was short, like a clean-cut college student. He glanced at the door, saw no one and leaned over so she could see his face.
“You’re Batgirl,” he said in oddly accented English. She nodded, but could not speak, as her mouth was still gagged. “I’ve seen pictures of you. I can’t imagine what you are doing here, but I’m delighted to see you in the flesh. I’m Jovan. I’m the only one who speaks English here. I was raised by missionaries and sent to school in Hong Kong. I got a medical degree and found my way back here, to try and help my people. If discovered that they had eaten the missionaries.”
He reached out and traced a finger tentatively along her cowl. “You can’t imagine what the people are planning to do with you. Actually, given your position, perhaps you can. They think you are a demon. You came down from the demon caves and you look like a bat. They have a ritual for banishing demons. It is usually done to a virgin once a year to appease the demons and keep them at bay, but I think they intend the same ritual for you.
“They believe they must fill you with seed, so that you become pregnant with a demon child. Then they believe you will flee to the underground world to birth your baby. Having given the demon this gift, they believe the demons leave them alone. The poor virgin is sealed into a cave with enough food to last nine months, although I doubt many live that long.”
Batgirl looked at him and tried with her eyes to implore him to let her go, but he seemed uninterested in this. “Anyway,” he said, standing, “I just thought you would like to know what’s happening. I would set you free, but they would just hunt you down and kill you and me. Better just you.” He gave her ass a slap that surprised Batgirl into giving a high squeak. “See you later.”
Batgirl tried to call him back, but her voice was just a sequence of m’s and n’s, and he left the hut. Very soon, other natives entered the tent, a solemn looking bunch who had odd masks and rattles and a number of bowls made from gourds with various things needed for the ritual. A man who seemed to be the shaman or medicine man, chanted a bit and shook a rattle all around her. Then he took out a knife and held it over Batgirl’s chest, pointed right at her heart. She gave a whimper, but the knife only penetrated her costume just above her cleavage. It ripped her costume from neck to crotch. Others moved in and pulled it aside, ripping it until she was naked except for what tatters remained on her arms and legs. In her contorted position, her pussy and ass hole were completely exposed, and her breasts were pushed up between her knees.
They did not molest her nether parts, however. Instead they took off the gag. She did not see Jovan but she started to beg for release nonetheless, hoping someone else might have learned some words from Jovan. “Help, please!” But as quickly as her mouth had been freed, something else was thrust into it. A gourd had been fashioned into a kind of funnel, with the bottom inserted into Batgirl’s mouth. The funnel was tied in place and she could not dislodge.
Then the men began a dance, chanting and circling her. She could not see much, but she caught glimpses of them and was horrified to see that they had erections that they were stroking as they chanted. Then they huddled around the funnel and began to masturbate with their cocks pointed toward the wide end of the funnel. Batgirl’s eyes widened as she realized what was coming (so to speak). Within a minute, the first man ejaculated his jism into the funnel. Seconds later, the semen was dripping into her mouth.
Batgirl plugged the end with her tongue, but it was hard to breath through her nose and she was not sure how long she could hold it. Then another guy came into the funnel. And another and another and another, until the funnel was half filled. Batgirl struggled to keep the sperm from entering her mouth. To her dismay, the men stepped back and another eight men entered and began the same ritual. By the time they were done, the cum was almost overflowing the funnel.
Batgirl’s cowl and face were dripping with cum globs that missed the funnel and fell on her head. After the last jerk of cum had been deposited, the medicine man poured something else from a small gourd into the pool of thick white spunk. Then he gestured and two men knelt on either side of Batgirl’s face and held their hands over the sides of her mouth, holding the funnel firmly in place. Then the shaman pinched her nostrils closed and waited as Batgirl struggled to keep from swallowing the sperm reservoir above her head. But she could not breath unless it was through the funnel and she could not do that until it was cleared of its bitter tasting contents.
At last, she had to breath and so she began to let the cum into her mouth and commenced swallowing it. She almost gagged from the thought of swallowing all that cum, but she managed to get it all down and took a deep breath through the funnel. She felt the warm mass of cum swirling in her stomach and feared she might throw up. But the liquid the shaman added also had a narcotic effect that soon had her feeling rather high. The funnel was removed. Batgirl hoped that might be the end, but it was not. Two large ebony carved dildos were brought forward and showed to Batgirl, along with some more incomprehensible chanting.
The dildos were thrust into her mouth to be coated with saliva and remnants of sperm, then pressed to her cunt and ass. The larger went into her pussy and was several inches across and over a foot long. It filled her almost to the point of pain, but it slid in. Then her ass was penetrated by a slightly smaller dildo. Both were tied together and ropes attached to the end. Now the men began to dance around her, frequently tugging this way and that on the ropes, making the dildos thrust in and out of Batgirl.
She did not think she was in any danger of cumming, considering how uncomfortable she was and sick to her stomach from the quart of sperm roiling in her gut. But the dance went on and on and in time, the effects of the dildos combined with the drug began to make her feel tingles of pre-orgasm buildup. She tried to hold it back, but the heavy phalluses became warm with friction and soon were slipping more easily in and out, with the addition of her own juices.
Then the men knelt by the phalluses and some thrust them ever more vigorously in and while others rubbed stick against the base of the shaft, which had concentric ridges, producing a racheting sound. It also cause the wood to vibrate, which she felt intensely, as she was so close to orgasm. It was only a matter of time before she came. She prayed that Supergirl would come back for her and rescue her.
Supergirl, however, was tied up as well. They had moved her from the hanging position with her feet spread wide to an altar of stone. They laid her on her back across the narrow part of the altar, so her ass and shoulder blades were opposite edges of the altar. Her arms were tied above her head and toward the floor and her legs were spread wide and tied down toward the floor as well, leaving her spread out like a butterfly in a collector’s display case. Her mouth was no longer gagged, but they wrapped a leather gag around her head which had a hole and a short tube that went into her mouth and kept her from biting down.
Men had been raping her every way they could, always many at the same time. A cock was always thrusting into either her pussy or her ass. Men straddled her stomach and fucked her tits, while others forced her to suck their cocks. Others put their penises by her tied hands and made her grip them while they shoved their cocks back and forth.
Her pussy and ass had rivers of cum flowing out of them, and her face, neck, and breasts were splattered with ropes and globs of jism. All the while, she had been coming every few minutes, unable to resist the onslaught of stimulation. They all used the oil of Lilith and this kept her erogenous zones glowing and tingling. All the while, the demon absorbed the pleasure and the pain, leaving her weaker and weaker and allowing the demon to grow larger and more human-like.
Finally the demon came around and stood looking down on her. He was a terrifying sight, with skin the color of burnt flesh, eyes glowing red, a wolf-like jaw, a broad muscular chest, and most horrifying to Supergirl as she stared up its length, a cock that hung over a foot and two inches across, and it was not erect. “I shall take the remaining essence myself,” he rasped. Vapors rose from his lips and he smelled of rancid oil and hot blood.
His arms were long, apelike, but very strong, with tendrils dangling from the forearms the size of rattlesnakes. Similar tentacles grew just above his ankles. He reached for the ropes, holding Supergirl to the altar and snapped them as if they were mere threads. Supergirl made a futile attempt to will herself to fly, but she lay limp, cum-drenched, and with no will to fight any more.
Once free from the ropes, the demon gripped her arms and lifted her so that she hung before him. Her white top was still bunched around her neck, full of cum-stains. Her skirt had been torn off and her panties were wrapped around one of her red boots. The beast drew her near and licked cum off her face with a tongue that glimmered with green slime. Supergirl gagged at the stench of its breath. He lifted her higher and put his nose to her blond bush, soaked with cum. The snake-like tongue slithered up into her pussy and scooped cum out and then brought her face close to his again and forced the tongue into her mouth, making her suck the cum off and swallow it.
Supergirl’s will had been broken. She did as she was commanded without resistance. The beast again sucked cum out of her, this time from her ass hole and forced it into her mouth also. Then, the tentacles at his wrists wrapped around Supergirl’s wrists and held them tight. He lowered her until her ankles were caught by his leg tentacles. Then, he brought her close, so her breasts smashed up against this broad scaly chest. Supergirl felt his cock poking at her pussy. It was now erect and fifteen inches long and thick as a baseball bat. His tail looped behind her and around her waist and levered her down onto the monster cock. He drove her over his cock and she cried out in pain.
He began to use his tail to lift and drop her torso, making the cock go deep into her and back almost out. He stood still and enjoyed her agony, drinking in more essence as she suffered. After a minute of this, he released her from his tail and it moved in on her ass. It had a knob on the end, like a huge cock, and it began to force its way into her ass. She had been buggered many times, by this point, and the tail was able to penetrate readily. Then the portion of the tail just outside of her ass coiled so that it could push up on her, driving the portion inside her deep into her bowels, while the upward motion took her almost off the cock impaling her pussy. Then she was dropped back onto the cock, making her groan. It was starting to feel good, she realized to her horror.
“Please!” she whispered feebly. “Fuck me harder! I need it!” She was delirious by this point and unaware what she was saying. The priests and worshipers were now standing all around her, cheering. The demon smiled and began fucking her faster.
Batgirl came four times while the ritual of the dildo rape went on. She was exhausted and sore from the strain of her legs wrapped behind her head. So she was quite relieved when she was untied and made to sit up. But she got no rest. The shaman lay on the floor on a rug made of a lion, his cock pointing to the sky. He grunted words that caused the men to lift Batgirl by her arms and hold her above the huge cock. She gulped and braced herself as they lowered her onto his member. After the huge dildo, he felt rather small, although he was definitely above average in size. He pulled her down and began to fuck her, thrusting his hips up so that his cock pushed deep into her. Then, another man knelt behind her and penetrated her ass.
Batgirl endured this rape, glad at least to have some human contact. Under other circumstances, she would be delighted, if say the man beneath her was Batman and the one fucking her ass was Robin. But as it was she knew only that she had to get away. She tried to conserve her strength, but then she began to feel another orgasm coming on. A third man knelt near the shaman’s head and forced Batgirl to suck his cock. The man in her ass came and left his seed inside her butt. He was replaced by another, as was the man forcing her blow him. From the number of men in the room, she realized she was in for a long night.
The demon was now fucking Supergirl underneath him, his massive body nearly suffocating her as he raped her pussy and ass, and his tongue plunged deep into her throat. She was almost out of essence, and lay limp as a rag doll, waiting for the end.
Then there was a crash and the men turned and began to run about, yelling and arming themselves. She could not see the scene, but it sounded as if body after body was being flung across the room. The demon, now eight feet tall, released her and stood to face the new threat. Supergirl glanced up, and just before passing out, saw Superman pummeling the demon. She feared he would be immobilized as she was, but then she saw Dr. Fate and noticed an amulet around Superman’s neck. It seemed to be protecting him. Dr. Fate found a black crystal and dipped it in blood and hurled it into the center of the pentacle, from which the demon had emerged.
There was a rush and a screech as the massive demon began to be sucked back into the pentacle’s center and into the earth. Within seconds the threat was ended. Superman had sensed that his cousin was in danger, a telepathic bond that had developed between them. He followed his instincts and with the help of Dr. Fate, they found her. They covered her with her cape and took her to a safe warm place to clean up and recover.
Batgirl endured a dozen rapes in each orifice before they left her tied to the altar. She was a mess of cum, sweat, and even some blood. Her long, muscular legs were tied to either side of the wooden altar, with only her yellow boots and shreds of her tights the only covering. Her red bush was matted with cum, which was also leaking out of her distended pussy and ass hole. Her breasts remained firm, with remnants of cum rivers coating the sides, like lava down a volcano. She still had her mask on, but a layer of cum added to the disguise of her Barbara Gordon face. She did not know what would happen next, but she did not fancy her chances, tied as she was, remembering Jovan’s words that they intended to sacrifice her.
But Jovan returned to her not long after she was left alone in the hut. He cut her bonds and gave her a wet towel to wipe herself down with. He said nothing, and when she started to talk, he put a finger to his lips and kept undoing the ropes at her ankles. Once she was free, he gave her a strip of cloth that she used to fashion a loincloth, and another that she wrapped around her breasts, although the flimsy material did not disguise her jugs much at all.
Jovan led her out of the village and down toward the beach. There he put her in a dugout outrigger canoe and pushed off along with her. Only when they were out to sea did he talk. “Sorry I could not free you sooner. I had to wait until the sex and the soma wine had taken its toll. No one to stop us now.”
Batgirl eyed him suspiciously. “You took part in the ritual as well. I remember you lying on top of me, grunting like a pig!”
Jovan smiled. “It was great, I can tell you. You are one great lay. But I had to. All men had to participate of the ritual would not work, so they believe. I had to go along until I could get you away. I’m taking you to a city where they have an airport. You can get back to your home from there.
“How can I thank you?” Batgirl asked.
Jovan smiled, spread his legs on the seat where he was controlling the ship’s tiller, and looked down. He had a huge boner. “Calm the snake. It’ll help me stay awake.”
Batgirl glared at him. “I’ve just been raped a few dozen times. Must I endure more?”
Jovan smirked. “Just because I’m rescuing you, doesn’t mean I’m not a selfish bastard. Suck me off, or I’ll dump you overboard and continue to Maknikea, where at least I know I can pay some whores to service me.”
Batgirl sighed and massaged her jaw, which was sore from so many forced blow jobs. She knelt and took his cock in her hands and began to lick it and suck it until he blew his load. He ordered her to swallow and she obeyed, for fear of being put off the boat.
She had to service him three times before they reached port, although for some of that time, he was purposefully sailing into the wind to extend the time it took to reach the city.
He left Batgirl at the beach and she went in search of a police station. When she arrived, she was relieved to see Robin and Batman talking to the constable. They had been alerted by Superman after he had saved Supergirl to Batgirl’s location, but only after she had been unconscious for several hours.
They reunited back in Gotham and took some much needed R&R. But then the photos hit the Internet. Jovan had used a small digital camera to take pictures of Batgirl being raped, and one of the priests had done the same. He had managed to escape when Superman first arrived, and had sold the pictures to finance his flight to Argentina.
The photos were soon everywhere on the Internet. Batgirl and Supergirl were never the same after that. They were both pregnant. Supergirl’s baby had many bizarre superpowers, because of its demon father. Batgirl’s child was nothing extraordinary. They both more or less retired from superhero work after that.