So many heroines, so little time…
So why not throw them all into one big mixer and see what happens!
The year is 1984, and place is Earth 1 and the story is Superman has gone mad. Already the heroines of Earth 1 have fallen before him, but for the Man of Tomorrow there’s no reason to stop at one Earth…
For those who care this story takes place right after Issue 0, "All this and Earth Too" and covers the fate of the Earth 2 heroines Fury, Power Girl and Huntress.
Marcus Lycus
July 2012
Issue 9 – Passive, Powerless and Prey
The first thing she noticed was she wasn’t in pain.
That was good.
When she arrived she’d only had milliseconds before he hit her, pounding her normally invulnerable flesh until she was dazed then putting a kryptonite necklace around her neck. He’d left her chained to the wall for hours writhing in pain from the kryptonite’s deadly radiation until she finally passed out.
Now she was awake again and kryptonite was gone.
That was the good news.
The bad news was she couldn’t see. She couldn’t move.
And for her that was impossible.
Her name was Kara Zor-L, though she hadn’t used that name in years. Sometimes she was called Karen Starr, but to most of the world – to most of her world – she was known as Power Girl.
She was the most powerful woman on Earth 2. Maybe even the most powerful person on Earth 2 now that her cousin Superman was getting on in years.
Just hours ago she and her friends the Fury (daughter of Earth 2’s Wonder Woman) and the Huntress (daughter of Earth 2’s Batman and Cat Woman) got a message calling them to Earth 1, the parallel world inhabited by younger versions of their mentors. Superman himself needed their assistance.
Or so he claimed.
She’d only had milliseconds but for a girl with super speed and super intelligence that was enough. Enough time to see Earth 1’s younger versions of Wonder Woman and Supergirl chained up. Enough time to see a twisted, bearded version of Superman raise his fist and hit her in the face.
And now she was awake again. And free from the poisonous rays of kryptonite. So why couldn’t she move? Why couldn’t she see?
She could feel her costume on her, feel the cold air around her. Slowly she became aware of the restrains on her wrists, on her ankles, on her neck and her waist. There was something around her temples and over her eyes as well.
The restraints were cold and hard. Metal then. Well she’d take care of that. Earth 2’s Kryptonians weren’t quite in the same league as Earth 1’s but Power Girl was more than a match for some steel. She flexed her arms and…
Nothing. She couldn’t budge them, not even an inch. She tried to move her legs, nothing. She tried to shake her head but to no avail.
Fine then.
Well at least she’d get a look at the place. Her blue eyes burned red as she let loose a burst of heat vision that would vaporize a truck.
“Ow!” She cried out. Whatever was covering her eyes reflected the heat beams scorching her face. So much for that idea.
But for a Kryptonian that was just the start.
She tried vibrating her body.
She tried blasts of freezing cold super breath.
She tried a super sonic shout.
She tried everything her super intelligence could come up with.
None of it worked.
She was trapped.
Bound.
Blinded.
Helpless.
And powerless.
She started to cry.
When she was a little girl her mother took her to Paradise Island. Hippolyta ‘Lyta’ Trevor still remembered it. She was the queen’s granddaughter and namesake. The first child born to the Amazons since Princess Diana’s own divine creation. She was a princess, she the beloved granddaughter of hundreds of immortal Amazons. Not a bad place to be for a precious little girl.
Of course as she got older they expected more. The lessons began. Ancient Greek, classical poetry, philosophy, science, art and of course fighting. And when she wasn’t on Paradise Island she had her other godparents, the Justice Society teaching her how to solve crimes, how to inspire people and how to be a heroine.
So she’d become one. The Fury, heir to Wonder Woman and the most powerful woman on Earth 2. Well after her mother of course.
And Power Girl.
And maybe Zatanna, but she spent more of her time on Earth 1 anyway.
She designed her own costume, a red leotard that covered her arms but left her legs bare. To that she added golden bracelets, gold boots, a gold tiara and gold armor the covered her left breast. It was a daring costume, a new design for the 80’s. Naturally her mom hated it.
She’d grown to be a tall blond-haired, blue-eyed California girl, drawing stares even out of costume. She never had trouble finding guys, the only hard part was finding guys weren’t intimidated when they learned she could bench-press a truck.
So along with other young heirs she’d formed a new team, Infinity Inc and had her own adventures taking on the likes of the Ultra Humanite and Solomon Grundy.
She started seeing the Silver Scarab, son of Hawk Man and Hawk Woman. She was on her way towards being one of the greatest superheroes on Earth 2.
So she was happy, eager even, to respond when she was summoned along with Power Girl and the Huntress to respond to a call from Earth 1’s younger, handsomer Superman. She never even wondered why these three specific heroines were called, it just seemed natural, after all they were the best of the best.
The last thing she could remember was the blinding glare. Power Girl shouted something. Then a fist hit her in the face. She had fuzzy memories after that. Being chained to an icy wall, something about Huntress coming back, a sad looking blonde in a superman costume… Then it all went black.
And now?
She was still in pain. Even for an Amazon, a Kryptonian punch wasn’t something you could laugh off. Her head was fuzzy, she couldn’t move her limbs right.
She opened her eyes and looked up, she could see the glare from the icy ceiling. OK. That meant she was probably still in Superman’s Arctic fortress.
She looked left, then right. She was in some sort of rectangular enclosure with low walls lined in pink fabric. Her head was resting on some pink pillows. It all looked familiar somehow.
She was cold. She looked down. Her costume was gone! Her breasts were bare, her nipples hard in the cold air. Only the crotch of her red leotard remained covering her loins. She tried moving her arm. She raised it and looked in horror.
Her lean limb was bent double and covered by a flesh-colored cloth sheath. Basically it was bent at the elbow and bound so she could not straighten it. And, horrifyingly, at her elbow were sewn a few cubby fingers that wiggled uselessly.
She raised her leg and found that it too was bent double at the knee and covered with another sheath. A small chubby foot was sewn in place.
The Fury tried desperately to tear the sheaths to straighten her limbs but all she could do was writhe in place shaking her body back and forth.
She shook her head. She could feel that her red and gold tiara was still in place.
She tried to speak. She wanted to say ‘Whoever’s out there, show yourself now!’ but what came out was…
“Goo-goo ga-ga.”
She gasped.
She tried to say ‘I don’t know what your plan is but it won’t work’, but instead she said…
“Goo-goo ga-ga.”
She looked around again at her bound limbs, the cloth over her loins, the pink box she was in and realized it.
She was in a crib.
She’d been bound helplessly and reduced to a baby in a crib.
She started to cry.
“Waaa! Waaa!”
Her temper tantrum shook the crib, it rocked gently back and forth.
“Where?” The Huntress demanded as she jumped to her feet. Her keen senses took it all in instantly. A rooftop. A city. Judging from the stars the northern hemisphere. Judging from the architecture North America, probably the East Coast of the United States. It looked like Gotham but some of the landmarks were different. Earth 1 then. She was awake, she was uninjured. She was still in her costume, and indigo and purple leotard with a blue scalloped cape. Long purple gloves covered her strong arms. But a few key elements were missing. Her thigh-high boots for one thing. She could feel the rough tarpaper roof below her bare feet. Her weapon-laden utility belt for another. A quick glance across the roof told her where they were.
“Hello Helena.” Superman said.
Just hours ago (or more? The Huntress reminded herself not to make assumptions), she had joined Power Girl and Fury to travel to Earth 1. Unlike them she’d managed to turn and flee back through the porthole. But Superman followed her back to Earth 2, humiliated her and brought her back as his prisoner. He’d locked her up with Black Canary, another Earth 2 heroine, and forced them to make love in their cell. Finally the two had collapsed in each others’ arms. And now she was here.
“What-what do you want?” She managed to get out. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Do to you? I’m going to let you go. Of course you might find that life here isn’t quite what you’re used to.”
“What does that mean?”
“Oh it means that someone sent the FBI photos clearly showing a woman in a blue and purple leotard planting a bomb at the Titans Tower and taking down Green Lantern with a yellow crossbow. Right now you’re the most wanted woman in the world. The Wayne Foundation put up a one million dollar reward for you alive. The Iceberg Lounge put out a two million dollar reward for you in quote ‘fuckable condition’ unquote. Everyone, the police, the Global Guardians, even the underworld wants a piece of you.” He held up a bag with her boots and utility belt. “I bet this would help you Little Miss Prey.”
“What do you want me to-“
He tossed a knife, one of her throwing knives, at her feet.
“I think you remember what to do.” Superman said with a smirk.
The Huntress nodded reluctantly. She picked up the knife, she shifted the crotch of her costume to the side, exposing her neatly shaved bush to the night air. She swallowed once and inserted the butt of the knife between her legs. She shed a single tear and began to furiously masturbate with it.
“Great Hera!” A voice cried.
Lyta Trevor looked up and furiously wiggled her bound arms and legs trying to attract attention. ‘Help, help, Superman has gone insane and turned me into some kind of sick example of unwilling paraphilic infantilism.’
But all that came out was “Goo-goo ga-ga”.
She looked up at the woman who had entered, from the rim of her crib she could see it was a brunette wearing a very tight red mini dress decorated with gold stars. Looking carefully at the face Lyta saw her own features looking back at her, this girl could be her sister, even her twin.
‘Suffering Sappho’ she wanted to say. ‘You must be Donna Troy, my Earth 1 counterpart!’ Instead what came out was “Goo-goo ga-ga.”
“Another one to take care of, and you look even more helpless than Kara.” She bent over and sniffed between Lyta’s legs. “Well at least you haven’t pissed yourself. Yet.”
“Goo-goo ga-ga.” Fury said.
“Guess it’s feeding time huh? Come on in Wonder Cow.” The dark haired girl gave a yank to a golden rope she held. A woman entered, once she was the proud and haughty princess of the Amazons now she crawled on her knees, her bare breasts swinging and her own golden lasso looped around her arms, neck and breasts. She looked at the girl in the crib and let out a gasp. “Fury! What has Superman done to you?”
‘Wonder Woman!’ She tried to say. ‘No! How could Superman do something like this to you?’ Instead all that came out was “Goo-goo ga-ga”.
“So Kal tells me you’re like Wonder Cow’s daughter on another Earth, but you’re also my counterpart too. Weird. Alternate Earths always made my head hurt. Anyway, dinner time.” She gave Wonder Woman’s leash another yank. “Lactate.” She ordered.
“What? Donna that’s impossible, I-I am an Amazon princess, a virgin! I am not pregnant!”
“Blah, blah, blah, y’know big sis I think you’re underestimating what your lasso can do. Lactate!” She gave it another yank. stopstop
“Donna you might as well order me to turn into a frog, it’s simple not pos…” She looked down, her always sizable breasts looked heavier and swollen. Two thin trails of white liquid flowed from her nipples. “Great Hera” she whispered.
Meanwhile Donna Troy picked up the Fury and held her up to Wonder Woman’s chest. She pushed the blonde’s mouth to her mother (one Earth removed)’s breast. The blonde tried to seal her lips but Donna put a hand on her cheeks and squeezed forcing her mouth open. She pushed it against the nipple and, reluctantly at first the passive Amazon began to drink.
“That’s right, good baby. Just suck on mommy.”
The heavy door opened and light fell on the prisoner. Power Girl was bound in an elaborate metal frame. An oval-shaped ring surrounded her body from head-to-toe with thick rods holding shackles on her ankles, waist, wrists and neck. There were metal blinders covering her eyes. The frame was hinged and connected to the floor. Power Girl lay flat but could be positioned at any angle. The metal glittered in the light with an unearthly radiance.
“Hey there cuz.” Power Girl recognized the voice. It was so close to that of her cousin and mentor’s Kal-L. But it was younger and more confident, and with a cruel streak she could hear.
He put a hand on the frame and turned it 90 degrees. Now Power Girl was upright, facing Superman.
“Kal-El, I don’t know what’s going on but something’s wrong with, you have to fight it.”
“Really Power Girl, tell me more please.” He said with a chuckle. “Actually why don’t you tell me why you think there’s something ‘wrong’ with me. Cause all you heroines keep saying that. I mean here I am, a healthy man with healthy appetites, and there you are, a hot girl with, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, an enormous rack. So what’s the problem?”
“Kal, what are you doing!” She could feel rough hands on her breasts and on her costume.
When she arrived on Earth she’d set out to make a name for herself. She didn’t want to become some meek little knock-off of her cousin. So she chose a bold costume, a (very) tight white leotard that covered her body and arms but left her strong legs bare, blue buccaneer boots, blue gloves and a red cape held in place by two gold buttons. Unlike Superman she had no symbol, just a window over her deep cleavage. She enjoyed seeing how it scandalized the men of Earth 2. For the most powerful girl on Earth it sent a taunting message “look but you’ll never get to touch”.
Well now she could feel Superman’s hands on her proud breasts, kneading them and stretching he costume away until they popped out into the cold arctic air.
“Damn. Now those are some tits. Why PG, you even put Wonder Woman to shame.”
Power Girl held her tongue, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a reply. Her super hearing caught the found of metal against fabric, something being taken out of a pocket or a pouch on a cape. Then she heard the hiss of heat vision and smelled a whiff of burning metal.
Rough fingers pinched a nipple, it was already hard from the icy chamber’s cold air.
She figured it out.
“Superman no! Don’t! I-AH!”
Power Girl had spent almost her entire life as an invulnerable heroine. She’d been in fights of course, taken a few hits, a few even hurt. But she’d never known pain. Not real pain. Not like this.
The hot metal needle pierced her invulnerable flesh poking a hole cleanly through her nipple. She smelled burning metal again.
“Please Superman, please, please, you don’t have to do this, we can talk, I’ll do whatever-AH!”
The second needle went through her other nipple and Power Girl screamed again. She could feel the weight on her sensitive nipples, something had been inserted into them.
Superman let her go, her breasts heaved up and down as she sobbed.
“What… how…”
“They’re Kryptonian metal PG, one of the few things that can pierce your skin. Same stuff your bonds are made of. You can’t break it, you can’t bend it, you can’t get out of it. Let’s face it PG, from today on you’re just ‘Powerless Girl’. Superman’s cape rack.”
“Kal-El, no, please, not like this, tell you what, just let me go back to Earth 2, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, I…”
“Oh PG, y’know I had you figured out from day one. You’re no heroine, you’re a tease. A bully. There’s nothing you like more than flaunting your power…” He smacked her breasts. “And other assets. But take that away…” He took hold of her frame and gave it a powerful pull. Power Girl screamed as she helplessly spun hundreds of times until Superman stopped her. Now she lay suspended in her bonds face down.
“Now then Powerless Girl. I’d bet you had the problem I did growing up with these weakling Earthers.”
“P-problem?” She asked hesitantly. What new madness did Superman have in mind?
“Oh you know. Girl of steel, men of tissue paper. And the only man with your powers is your cousin. Must be… frustrating sometimes. And here you are, so mature and fully developed and calling yourself a ‘girl’. Well Kara Zor-L, today is your lucky day. Superman is going to make you a Power Woman.”
PG felt his hand between her legs, pulling the tight crotch of her costume aside, exposing to the cold air the closed lips of her pussy and the modest tuft of blond hair.
“No!” She yelled. “No! You can’t! You won’t! I won’t let you! I… oh great Rao please Kal, have mercy! I mean, you know how I looked at you, you know what I thought of you, you know I would if you asked… Just, just let me down Kal and we can do it right, I’ll do anything you want… I just… AH!”
Powerless Girl’s pleas were cut off as Superman rammed his rob between her legs. Muscles that could shatter steel pressed forward, pushing her narrow canal apart until it hit a resisting wall.
“Superman please, not like this, I don’t want my first time to-AH!”
Superman pushed again, flesh tore and blood flowed. He pulled back and pushed again. Powerless Girl blubbered and sobbed as Superman took his own sweet time breaking her in and making her his Powerless Woman.
Huntress fled down the street. She was grateful for her boots, without them she’d have torn her feet to ribbons by now. Superman had disappeared just as the Dark Knight’s Daughter came. He’d left behind the boots and utility belt. She’d barely had time to get them on when two cops burst onto the rooftop and aimed their guns. The Huntress didn’t stick around to see if the rest of Superman’s claims were true.
That was hours ago, she’d spent that time running. But it seemed the entire city was out to get her.
She dodged another bullet. The police chasing her had apparently decided to use lethal force.
“Súludans á við hvers kyns dans!”
One yelled.
Huntress spoke over a dozen language fluently, and had at least passing familiarly with most other major languages. She had no idea what they were saying.
From the landmarks and layout of the city she was clearing in Earth 1’s Metropolis but she had not found one sign she could read or heard one voice she could understand.
That would make clearing her name a bit hard she chuckled to herself.
She turned a corner and almost ran into a group of tattooed bikers.
“Gjarnan klámfenginn, þar sem dansarinn notar lóðrétta súlu sem leikmun!” One said. He took out a crowbar, an action that crossed the language barrier. Huntress dropped him with a kick then knocked out two others with drugged darts.
And then they were upon her. A bicycle chain caught her on the side of her head. A lead pipe hit her wrist and she dropped her crossbow, someone kicked her between the legs and she saw stars. She doubled over and gasped. All she could see were their boots. And her bruised face reflected in the black leather. The pipe came down again and the raven-haired daughter of Batman knew nothing more.
“And here’s your new home!” Superman said gleefully as he plopped down Powerless Woman’s harness. He positioned it in a corner of his new throne room. Supergirl hung in her Kryptonite cage, Wonder Woman next to her, still bound with her magic lasso. Wonder Girl stood by the side, cradling the passive ‘Fury’ in her arms. Starfire held a tray of refreshments for her master and Halo sat on the floor trying to make a small snowman out of the frost she scraped from the walls.
Powerless Woman couldn’t see it of course but her Kryptonian ears could identify the human, Amazon and Kryptonian heartbeats in the room. She could even smell Fury from across the room and recognize her soft murmers. Why didn’t she speak? What did Superman do to her friend?
“S-Supergirl? Is that you? Wonder Woman? Wonder Girl? Fury? Help me! Please! Someone, talk to me, tell me what’s going on!”
“Oh Powerless Woman, are you going to start whining again? I thought you learned your little lesson.” Superman walked over and gently unstrapped her red cape from its golden buttons. He balled it up and put his hand on her chin. Fingers that can crush coal into diamonds squeezed until even Power Girl’s muscles could endure no more and her mouth opened. He jammed the cape between her lips until she couldn’t even squeal. He walked behind the frame and gave it a spin. The most powerful woman on Earth 2 spun helplessly until he stopped her, face down suspended in the air.
“Obviously Powerless Woman, you still haven’t learned your new role. Obviously you don’t realize from now on you’re going to stand in the corner and look pretty. Well, maybe this will help you understand.”
He gave the seat of her leotard a tug, the Kryptonian fabric had no trouble stretching as he pulled it aside. He looked at the twin orbs of her ass. So fit. So tight. Not an ounce of fat on them. He gave them a super slap, they barely jiggled.
He gestured to Starfire, she moved behind him and unfastened his belt. She reached into his trunks and stroked his filthy member.
Power Girl could smell the stink of it. Unable to move, unable to see, unable to speak, Powerless Woman wept.
A bed! No sheets! A bare bulb hanging from a ceiling! Dirty window! Neon flickering outside!
A fleabag hotel then, probably not far from where she was captured. Still in costume, hands cuffed to the metal headboard. Door closed.
They weren’t expecting her to be awake just yet.
The Huntress took all this in, in less time than it takes to read. Within a minute she had a half dozen plans to escape the room. The only problem was all of them required freeing her hands. She tested the strength of the cuffs and the strength of the headboard but they held. She should have guessed her captors had some experience in abducting women.
She had lock picks hidden in the heel of her thigh-high boot, she pulled up her leg and was trying to get it close enough to her mouth when the door opened. She quickly moved her leg down.
Three men entered, two of them were the bikers who’d captured her, the other was frighteningly familiar.
He was a short man with a large hooked nose and a monocle. A top had covered his oily hair and he wore an immaculate tuxedo out of place in these shabby surroundings. He was the Penguin. He was younger than the criminal her father had fought. On her world the Penguin was a harmless old man now, appearing on late night talk shows to laugh about his goofy old crimes focusing on stealing umbrellas and birds. But the leer on this one’s face told her this Penguin was not a joke.
“Súludans tíðkast á nektardansstöðum (súlustöðum)” he said.
The Huntress scowled, why couldn’t she understand him! She’d never had trouble understanding people on Earth 1 before!
He muttered to the bikers or a while, handed them a roll of bills and they left the room. He sat beside her and put a clammy hand on her hip.
“En hefur einnig náð fótfestu sem líkamsrækt.” He said in what he might have imagined was a seductive tone.
“Fuck off Penguin!” She shrieked futily. The Penguin looked puzzled for a second, then laughed. He reached into a tuxedo pocket and took out a hypodermic needle. He grinned at her and peeled the crotch of her costume back, he massaged her sex with his clammy stubby fingers, squinted into his monocle and jabbed the needle into her clitoris. With his fingers still massaging her sex he took out a pocket watch and watched it ticking. Even while squirming on his fingers the Huntress‘s keen mind could not help but notice that even the numbers on the watch were unintelligible. Anything to distract her from the growing dampness between her legs. Or the sound the Penguin unzipping his fly. Or the feeling of her limp legs being pulled apart.
He climbed between her and smirked at her. Even Dark Knight’s Daughter could not hide the fear on her face.
The Penguin laughed and plunged in deep.
Barbara Gordon tried to remember how it came to this.
First Batman disappeared, then there was the explosion at the Titans Tower and Alfred had his heart attack. And suddenly Jason Todd, the little snot who replaced Dick as Robin, was calling himself Batman. She tried to help him as Batgirl but things kept going wrong.
Take now for instance.
A dozen bankers recently took out all their saving, maxed out their credit cards and donated everything they had to Green Peace. It was easy to miss, what with all the missing heroes but Barbara recognized the signs. She tracked the bankers to a penthouse in the Gotham Arms Hotel, and in the penthouse she found…
“Poison Ivy! Ready to go back to Arkham?”
“Batgirl, long time no see. Come on in, these boys are into redheads.”
The other redhead in the room wore a skimpy one-piece green bathing suit decorated with leaves. A pair of lime green tights, also trimmed with leaves, covered her legs and pixie boots on her feet. A leafy necklace and leafy bracelets finished the ensemble. Around her were a dozen or more middle-aged men wearing their $200 neckties and nothing else. This eco-terrorists shtick was mind control drugs in her lipstick and blowgun darts. Normally she’d never get this far, Batman would have caught her weeks ago. The real Batman. Even Batgirl should have found her faster, but she’d been going weeks with no sleep, Jason constantly kept her on the go. When she wasn’t on patrol she was in the cave or the mansion, cleaning, repairing, maintaining, doing all the hundreds of small tasks Alfred always took care of. Her body still ached from injuries days ago. With no time to recover she just had to keep going, popping painkillers and stimulants as needed.
So she was a bit shaky on her feet when she confronted the villainess.
“Get her boys!”
Batgirl stopped the first one with a chop to the neck. The next with a judo throw. He took a step forward to kick the next one, but weeks of punishment were too much for her knee, she stumbled and fell on her face. Three guys started kicking her, one of them broke a vase over her head. Her vision became fuzzy.
They dragged her to her feet and pulled off her cowl. Her utility belt was pulled off and tossed in a corner. They carried her, her feet still dragging, before Poison Ivy.
“Well, well, so Batman’s little squeeze toy is really Barbara Gordon. Sorry, I meant Former Congresswoman Barbara Gordon. Batman’s got good taste. You’ve got a nice rack for a Congresswoman. Tell me, how did you guys like to do it? Missionary? Doggie style? Did you ever fuck Batman on your desk in the Capitol? Did Batman and Robin ever double penetrate you in the Batcave?”
Batgirl wanted to say that despite what everyone thinks she never had an intimate relationship with Batman and although she had a brief affair with Robin (the real Robin! Not Jason!) it didn’t last. But she’d been beaten and hit on the head so instead she said “Uhhh…” and blacked out for a second.
When her vision came back she was being kissed by Poison Ivy. She tried to pull away but then she relaxed. Suddenly things didn’t look so bad, she could relax. She remembered something about drugs and Ivy’s lipstick but it wasn’t important. They kissed again. The men let go of Batgirl, she stumbled but managed to stay on her feet. Ivy whispered instructions to her and she obeyed. It was so much easier than thinking for herself.
She took off her yellow gloves and yellow boots. She was 2 inches shorter without her heels. She reached behind and unzipped the back of her grey body glove. She reached under her arms and undid small catches loosening the skintight garment. She pulled her left sleeve with her right hand and worked her arm loose. She repeated that with her right arm, the costume fell to her waist.
“Whoa, those tits are even nicer than I thought. And nice bra too, I bet you picked it out to impress Bats.”
Free from her tight costume her breasts popped out a few more inches. She’d designed the costume when she was a teenager and well, she grown since then. If it didn’t hold them in they’d throw off her balance. Now they were held up only by a skimpy black lacey bra. Usually she favored full sports bras but Jason made her wear something sexier. He said it was good for her confidence and lately she’d been too tired to fight with him. Besides, he’d already thrown out her usual underwear.
But Batgirl was too tired to try and explain that.
She peeled the grey costume down her legs and stepped out of the stirrups that kept the leggings tight.
Poison Ivy stopped to admire her bikini-cut black lace panties. Then she told Batgirl to proceed.
The glassy-eyed heroine nodded and put her boots and gloves back on. Now she wore only her skimpy black underwear, gloves, boots and of course her cape and cowl. Ivy explained that would be her new costume. She nodded. It would certainly be a lot easier to put on than her old one.
One of the bankers locked her wrists in her own bat-cuffs with two clicks. There was a hook on the ceiling, two men pulled her arms up until she was on tiptoes and hung her from the hook. Ivy kissed her again. Batgirl kissed her back. She knew she had to do something, something about Ivy but she was so tired and this felt so good.
One of the men was behind her unhooking her bra, pulling down her panties. She tried to explain that was her new costume but he wouldn’t listen. She was so confused.
Then he started to fuck her. And Batgirl relaxed, this she could understand.
“A rúdtánc az előadóművészet egyik formája, a tánc és akrobatika kombinációja.”
Said the biker fondling Huntress’ breasts. He was the eighth man to rape her that night. It was hard to believe that when she left Earth 2 she’d been a virgin.
She’d made it through the first three violations before she started to cry. And now she was out of tears.
The Penguin came back in, escorted by a Japanese girl in heavy white make up and a ridiculously short kimono. On her back was a lethal-looking katana. Her face was impassive, completely without expression.
“Táncelemeket tartalmaz akrobatikus trükkökkel vegyítve egy függőleges rúd igénybe vételével.” The Penguin said, the Japanese girl nodded and unlocked the Huntress’ handcuffs. Helena Wayne had been kidnapped from her world, beaten, drugged, humiliated and raped. Any other woman would have shut down, or fallen to her knees and begged for mercy.
But she was Catwoman’s daughter, Batman’s heir.
She caught the Japanese girl with a vicious kick to the side of the head, she crumbled into a heap. Two big goons rushed in, one got a kick to the ‘nads, the other had his face driven through a window. The Penguin had already slipped out the back. Even in this world he was a slippery piece of scum.
She heard others running down the hall. There was no time!
The Prey jumped out the broken window into the dark night outside.
She could already hear the sirens and helicopters.
She ran.
About ten feet.
There was a mighty wind, two strong arms grabbed her and before she could blink twice the Huntress was somewhere else.
She was on a roof facing Superman, he grinned at her.
“So Huntress how was your first day as Prey?”
“I can understand you!”
“Of course you can.”
“Why can’t I understand anyone else? I assumed you’d somehow damaged the language centers of my brain.”
“Ooo, not a bad guess, I’ll have to keep that in mind for another time. But no, I used one of my little toys, a learning helmet to teach you the lost language of Krypton. Right now you’re speaking fluent Krytonian, unfortunately it overwrote any other languages you knew. And too bad you can count the number of Kryptonian speakers in the universe on one hand.”
Huntress fumed, her mind, her greatest weapon, he’d tampered with her mind!
“Now then Prey, I think I hear sirens getting closer. You’d better start running.”
The Huntress could hear them now, sirens and the hum of helicoptors. She turned and ran into the night.
Afterword
Ah Earth 2, I miss it so. I mean an Earth defended by Batman and Wonder Woman’s daughters along with Superman’s cousin (I always though she should be his and Lois’ daughter) is just too cool.
But then again I’m not Marv Wolfman so it got rolled into Earth 0 and the characters lost their origins and pretty much everything that made them interesting.
Anyway, be here next time for Batboys and Batgirls!
Marcus Lycus
July 2012