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“The Investigation Begins” 12:10pm July 22 92 degrees F A wooded glen 20 miles outside of Gotham City
It was a smoldering hot Summer day, in a wooded area 20 miles north of Gotham. The large clearing in the wooded glen appeared to be completely empty, save for three brightly clad figures. Tonight, this usually quiet sleepy woodland clearing was the sight of every fanboy’s dream come true, as it was graced by the fabulous female crime-fighters: Supergirl, Batgirl, and Wonder Woman. While their distinctive uniforms were designed to allow exceptional freedom of movement, the skin-tight attire also happened to be marvelously revealing. Now with the scorching heat of the noonday sun beating relentlessly down on them, the their bodies were glistening with sweat, as the three beautiful and legendary discussed their latest assignment.
“Thanks for helping me out on this case, ladies,” Wonder Woman began. “The Air Force tracked a high-speed incoming target on radar last night. Its trajectory suggested that the bogie should have impacted somewhere in this area. But the target vanished off of their monitors, before impact. They’ve searched the area for miles, but found no signs of meteor impact, or anything else that would explain what happened to the target that they were tracking. I wanted to bring you two in on the case, to make sure that the Air Force didn’t miss anything. By now, you’ve had a chance to look around. Have you been able to find anything?”
“No problem, Wonder Woman. We’re glad to help,” replied Supergirl. “I’ve used my Super-vision to scan the entire area for a hundred mile radius, and I haven’t spotted anything that looks out of place.”
“What about you, Batgirl?”
“Actually, I’ve found something rather interesting,” began the cool confident Batgirl. Her pretty mouth formed the words crisply and precisely, as she continued, “Using the Bat-scanners on the Batwing, the Batmobile, and this handheld unit from my utility belt, I’ve detected a number of strange readings that all seem to emanate from the center of this grassy clearing.”
“Go on,” said the graceful and majestic Wonder Woman.
“The Bat-Geiger-counter has detected increased levels of radiation. While the readings are well within safe limits, they fluctuate dramatically, and with a steady predictable rhythm. That’s completely inconsistent with this kind of rural setting. Magnetometric readings are off the scales, and even gravometric readings are showing unusual fluctuations. Communications also seem to be affected. Yet I haven’t been able to account for anything in the area that could reasonably explain these anomalies. I have yet to do a physical search of the clearing, on foot. Given all the strange facts that are starting to build up around this case, I thought it might be prudent if we conducted the search together. I’d feel better having you two ‘heavy hitters’ here, for back up, in case we find something that’s more that I’m equipped to handle.”
“That’s what we’re here for,” replied Supergirl, smiling at the reference to “heavy hitters.” As she spoke, she adjusted her top, peeling some of the white Lycra fabric away from her sweat-soaked skin. From an unseen location at the edge of the clearing, an undetected observer zoomed in on Supergirl’s torso with an advanced computer-enhanced viewing technology, carefully studying the girl’s casual unintentionally suggestive gesture with wrapped attention. The observer’s eyes drank in the sight if the young heroine’s erect nipples as they pressed hard against the inside of her clingy white top. On any ordinary day, the tight white belly shirt clung to Supergirl’s fabulous figure, in a way that complimented her alluring physique. But in these scorching temperatures, the thin layer of sweat on her skin, made the fabric cling even closer to her body, like a thin second skin. Quickly clicking through several spectral viewing options, the observer viewed the girl’s budding breasts with all the care attention of the Hubble telescope.
“Let’s start by contacting the Air Force, to inform them of your findings,” offered Wonder Woman.
As she spoke, she casually slipped a finger under the edge of her dark blue shiny star-spangled briefs to peel the clingy fabric from the surface of her muscular buttocks. Again, the unseen observer zoomed in on Wonder Woman’s casual gesture, its eyes devouring the heroine’s alluring physique with keen and unwavering interest. . .
“That’s just it,” added the perky Batgirl, “I’ve already tried, but my radio transmissions won’t go through. We’re in some kind of a ‘dead zone.’”
“Let’s proceed with caution,” replied Wonder Woman, instantly taking command of the situation, “We’ll start with an on-site inspection on foot, and then-- AHHH!”
Wonder Woman’s orders were cut off abruptly, as the comely Amazon winced in pain. “What the--?”
Reaching around, she felt something protruding from her muscular and magnificently sculpted left buttock. Plucking out the offending item, she quickly and reflexively examined it. It was a small transparent cylinder, with metal fittings, 2 inches long, and a little over a quarter inch in diameter. As she looked at it, a tiny sharp needle on one end slowly retracted, and a drop of glowing green fluid dripped off of the tip of the high-tech tranquilizer dart.
“I’ve been hit!” reported the Amazon. Though she felt no immediate effects from the dart, she knew from experience that the worst was yet to come. A moment later she noticed that everything around her seemed to be happening . . . in . . . slow . . . motion.
Looking up slowly at her comrades, Wonder Woman noticed three bright red laser targeting dots glowing on Supergirl’s white Lycra belly shirt. The dots were arranged to form three corners of an equilateral triangle. As the brunette tried to open her mouth to warn Supergirl, three identical darts struck Supergirl’s chest. The beautiful blonde heroine winced in pain, her long mane of shiny blonde hair swishing wildly from left to right, as the darts impacted, causing her small pointed breasts to compress and bounce enticingly.
An instant later, 3 more darts raced through the air, approaching at blistering speeds. With their super-reflexes and enhanced vision, both Wonder Woman and Supergirl did their best to scan the sky for any more incoming projectiles. Instantly they spotted something. While the darts themselves were not visible, the heroines’ super-vision could detect distinct contrails of air turbulence as the “cloaked” darts made their way toward their intended target. The fact that the darts swerved and maneuvered unpredictably made tracking even more difficult, but with Batgirl left as the only heroine who had yet to be hit, it wasn’t difficult to guess the darts’ intended target.
Summoning all their superhuman speed, the two heroines struggled to reach Batgirl to push her out of the way of the incoming menacing projectiles. But whatever was in those darts had already begun to weaken their bodies and slow their once lightning-fast reflexes. As both heroines lunged toward Batgirl, they watched in horror, as the two offending projectiles impacted Batgirl’s succulent buttocks, quickly emptying their contents into her bloodstream, as her well developed flanks quivered and trembled in a beautiful symphony of ripples that resulted from the impact of the attacking darts. Batgirl winced and recoiled as the darts from an unseen sniper pierced her bottom, injecting her with an unknown toxin. Wheeling to face her attacker, Batgirl scanned the tree line for any sign of the sniper, but saw nothing. A moment later 5 more darts peppered her breasts, each dart finding its mark in on the soft hillocks of her Bat-emblazoned chest. Batgirl’s impressively jutting breasts, clad in only the thinnest of Lycra bounced and sloshed rewardingly in the viewer of the sniper’s digital scope, conveniently recorded for slow-motion viewing at a more convenient time.
Moments later, all three heroines grew dizzy as the toxins quickly got the better of them. Soon beautiful legs began to buckle, long lashes began to flutter, crystal blue eyes rolled up into the heroines’ heads, and lithe supple bodies began to collapse heavily onto the grassy clearing.
Mere seconds after the sniper attack started, it was all over, as all three heroines lay quietly in the grass, sprawled in erotically suggestive poses.
Moments later, a strange flickering effect appeared a few meters away from the fallen heroines. With each flicker, the vague outline of a strange armored creature could briefly be discerned. As the advanced alien cloaking device disengaged, the impressive outline of a mighty alien PREDATOR warrior beast became clearly evident. For several more seconds, blue flashes of light sparked around the creature, as the last after effects of the cloaking field finally dissipated.
Now the massive hulking creature, with its distinctive helmet, hardened armor, and bulging codpiece towered over his lovely fallen prey, gazing down at their helpless inert curvaceous figures approvingly. A slow hiss and strange alien gurgling purr escaped its oddly configured helmet,
“G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-.”
“The Treaty” 1:45pm July 22 92 degrees F On board the Predator’s cloaked hunting ship.
Batgirl awoke to find herself tightly and expertly bound, in an elaborate black leather-like harness. As she lifted her head, her blurry vision began to clear. She could see now, that her utility belt, and most of her gray Lycra uniform had been stripped off of her. She now wore only her cowl, gloves, boots, a few scraps of her tights clinging to her breasts, and her daring shiny blue thong. Her naked limbs were outstretched in a wide spread-eagle position, held in place by large robotic clamps which held her at the wrists and ankles. The robotic clamps were mounted on a massive metal armature, designed to hold three prisoners. As Batgirl turned her groggy head to the left and right, she could see that Supergirl and Wonder Woman were on either side of her, filling the two other spots on the armature. They were similarly stripped, and bound in an identical spread-eagle position. Both of them were still unconscious, their beautiful heads lolling forward.
As Batgirl’s vision began to return to normal she did a double-take as she looked to the right, at Supergirl’s outstretched body. She had never seen Supergirl wearing so little before, and while she had no interest in females, it was impossible not to notice the lithe alluring nymph-like proportions of the groggy young Kryptonian girl. Supergirl wore only a tiny red thong, red boots, white gloves, and a few tatters of her tiny white Lycra top. Her tiny blue nano-skirt had bee pulled roughly up over her hips, where it remained, bunched up, looking more like a belt than a skirt. And while Supergirl was just beginning to come to, her head still lolled groggily from side to side, as the effects of the tranquilizer drug began to wear off.
On the left was Wonder Woman. In comparison to the other two heroines, her physique was the most impressive. She was a full 8 inches taller than the other girls. Her body was large muscular, statuesque, and majestic. Massive jutting breasts adorned her chest, her every proportion heroic. Her head hung low against her chest, her long mane of ebony hair cascading down her shoulders and onto her back. Only now did she begin to struggle toward unconsciousness.
“Are you two all right?” whispered Batgirl to the others. After a few moments, both heroines nodded in response as they took in the unpleasant realities of their surroundings and their situation. They were in a tough situation, but at least they hadn’t been physically injured. Looking around the room, they found their cell to be cavernous, dark, and featureless. The only lights in evidence were six spotlights focused directly onto the three bound heroines.
“There must have been Kryptonite in those tranq darts,” whispered Supergirl, “I’m as weak as a kitten.”
“As am I,” replied Wonder Woman stoically.
Just then, a heavy automatic steel door slid open with a loud hydraulic whine. The opening of the door let a bright shaft of white light into the darkened laboratory/cell. And in the middle of the doorway, standing well over 7 feet tall, stood the massive alien silhouette of THE PREDATOR.
As the creature surveyed his beautifully outstretched captives, he marveled at their exquisite alien physiques. Brightly adorned in scraps of their once-impressive uniforms, surely these were the three most impressive female specimens on the planet. Icons of power and femininity, known ‘round this primitive world, all three of them now hung utterly helpless before him, on display in his collection, defeated in an instant, helpless, vulnerable, . . . so nubile and tantalizing.
Stepping slowly into the room, with the confidence of a supreme warrior/hunter, the creature advanced to get a better view of his three captives, gloating over them, and savoring the feeling of his mastery over their perfect restrained forms.
Now as he stepped into the light, the three heroines could finally get their first look at the creature who had so easily felled them all.
As his strange alien gurgling purr filled the otherwise silent room, captives and captor assessed eachother carefully.
He was massive, all muscle, fully a foot taller than Superman or Batman. Thick, gargantuan, his pale yellowy skin covered in dark splotches. The gnarled helmet and armor suggested years of battle-hardened experience. While blinking lights on his gauntlets and shoulder harness suggested some of the advanced alien technology that had been so key in making their capture so frustratingly easy. The three heroines recognized the creature as a “Predator” immediately. They had seen the government files and reports, read the detailed accounts and tactical analysis on the Batcomputer, and even heard the stories from Batman and Superman. But seeing one of these beings in person was a different matter entirely. They had all mentally prepared themselves to meet such a creature in battle, but they had never even had a chance to face this thing in battle. All three of the lovely defenseless heroines cringed at the realization that their first chance to lay eyes on this thing came only after they had all been soundly defeated, stripped, and put up on display. None of the trio were accustomed to being so . . . “easily handled.”
For its part, the creature’s alien eyes drank in the sight of the freshly captured females. Their oiled bodies glistened in the stark spotlights. Even now, he recalled the pleasant task of carrying these svelte captives onto his cloaked ship as it sat undetected in the middle of the grassy clearing. He loved the feeling of their limp shapely limbs swinging heavily in their tranq-induced stupor. Even better, he called the enviable task of laying the inert beauties out together on examination tables, stripping them of their gear, stripping off their form-fitting garb, only to reveal the shapely plump forms hidden within.
The newly-upgraded visual sensors in his helmet allowed him to see these creatures as they saw him. Viewing on this end of the spectrum had taken so getting used to, but now he relished its subtleties. He marveled at the rich colors and subtle hues that were now available to him. As he stripped off the clingy tights from Batgirl’s remarkably plump ass, he wondered what color her underclothing would be. He marveled at the shiny hues of her silky blue thong as it shimmered in the light, as the light shifted and played over the contours of her shapely mound. Similarly, he enjoyed discovering the brilliant red hue of Supergirl’s bright red panties, tucked neatly between her pale plump buttocks, as he pulled the tight-fitting skirt up and over her bottom.
But best of all, he had enjoyed spreading oils over these heroines’ plump curvaceous dozing bodies. While it was not strictly required, it was tradition to oil freshly captured prey. But on this particular occasion, the PREDATOR had enjoyed this normally mundane task with particular relish. His massive clawed hands had cupped, clawed, and groped Supergirl’s small superbly pointed breasts, as she swooned in his arms. He smoothed sweet-smelling oils onto her soft yielding cones and nipples. Then his eyes and hands marveled at her taut abs. His hands delighted in the contours of her long supple shapely oiled legs, and her plump rounded buttocks. His auditory receptors noted the soft moans that escaped her delicate lips, as her soft, sweet-smelling silky blond hair spilled tantalizingly out over the examination table.
While Supergirl’s proportions were delicate and nymph-like, Wonder Woman’s body was epic in proportion. The creature was awe-struck as it oiled the unconscious Amazon’s massive breasts and massive sensuous thighs, palming her perfect buttocks.
The softness and roundness of these Earth females, and the appeal of their soft moans during the oiling process had been remarkable, even unique in the hunter’s experience, causing the fit of his massive codpiece to become . . . compromised.
But as enjoyable as the stripping and oiling had been, the PREDATOR now stood before his three captives, as they hung spread-eagle before him. He enjoyed the fruits of his labor as he examined their stripped and glistening bodies.
The armatures held the three women several feet off of the floor where the PREDATOR stood, so as he walked along in front of them, inspecting them, his eyes were level with their outstretched crotches. He inspected each with care, taking note of Supergirl’s tiny thong, pale skin, and delicate proportions, Batgirl’s perfect shapely wriggling pelvis, and the prominent mound a the front panel of Wonder Woman’s star-spangled briefs. At the same time, he took note of each woman’s scent. A detail that the accomplished hunter would never forget.
Through it all the heroines hung silent in their bindings, wriggling uselessly in their bindings at the uneasy scene.
“What do you want with us!” cried out Wonder Woman defiantly. “Why have you come here and captured us? . . .”
But after a long tense silence, there was no response.
“Answer me, you fiend!” she commanded.
“F-f-f-f-f-i-i-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-n-n-n-n-d-d-d-d-d-d. . . g-g-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h-h.”
Then suddenly the creature let out a long series of loud gutteral groans and indistinguishable screeches.
“Wait!” cried Supergirl. “Quiet everyone! I think that I can make out what its saying. I think this may be one of the languages that I learned in the libraries of the Fortress of Solitude. I didn’t understand everything that it just said, but it was something about his people having come here to Earth for generations, coming here to . . . hunt.”
“We already know that much,” complained Batgirl, as she pulled hopelessly at her bindings.
Again the creature wailed.
Supergirl continued to translate, “The creatures have always come here to hunt the mightiest of Earth’s warriors. To prove themselves, . . . and to claim them as trophies. Always the hunted have proven themselves worthy. In recent years, many of the . . . Predators . . . sent here to Earth . . . never returned to their homeworld. Now they want a cessation of hostilities . . . . . . . peace.”
“Peace with the Predators?” asked Wonder Woman incredulously, “Why don’t they just stop coming here?”
Again the creature squealed.
“He says that the peace must be . . . earned.”
The strange translation process continued, “It is mating season on their world. By right, the strongest of their males may choose to mate with the strongest females of any world, to seal a treaty of peace with that world. Only when the warrior chief is . . . satisfied, can the hunting rituals be ended, and peace reign.”
“He wants to MATE with us?” Batgirl asked in wide-eyed disbelief.
“With all of us, . . .” Supergirl replied, shifting uneasily in her armature bindings.
“What if we refuse?” asked Wonder Woman defiantly.
“He says that we are well in our rights to refuse. But then, by tradition, the hunting and killing on this world will continue or escalate, for generations to come,” added Supergirl with a tone of uneasy finality. “He says that we are champions. He challenges us, asking, is not peace preferable to war? He says that by comparison, the peace process would be . . . most . . . pleasing.”
All three women grimaced in disgust at the thought, in a long moment of uneasy silence, until Batgirl spoke up.
“Now listen up, ladies. Let’s think about this. I’m not going to volunteer to go to mate with this thing, and I don’t expect either of you to either, but what if we cooperate with this thing, . . . just a bit, . . . just long enough to get him off a couple of times. Maybe we can get out of this situation, with our lives and our virtue in tact, and save Earth while we’re at it, . . . with our damaged pride as the only price we pay.”
“What you suggest is madness! It goes against everything that we stand for!” protested Wonder Woman.
“I don’t think so,” interjected the youthful Supergirl. “I know it sounds weird, but I don’t think this guy is a cad. He is a champion warrior. He believes what he’s saying about their traditions and rituals and stuff. I mean, I know its all bizarre and alien to us, . . . but its real to them. I know its horrible to think about, but maybe Batgirl’s right. We don’t have to submit to this guy completely, but maybe if we cooperate a little bit, and go to, . . . second or third base with this guy, . . . together maybe the three of us may be able to satisfy him enough that he and his people will leave Earth alone . . . forever. Isn’t that worth getting our hands dirty?”
“Literally,” added Batgirl uneasily.
“We’re all adults here. If we play our cards right, it might just be the easiest battle we’ve ever waged,” posed Supergirl.
“. . .and the strangest chapter in the Justice League’s history of inter-global relations,” added Batgirl.
“There are limits,” declared Wonder Woman, beyond which I will not go.
“You don’t have to do any of this, if you don’t want to,” offered Batgirl. “This needs to be a personal choice for each of us.”
“I will cooperate for the peace and security of this world, but I will only go so far,” added the Amazon soberly.
“That’s where I am too,” added Batgirl.
“Me too,” added Supergirl respectfully, “I’ll tell him.”
Supergirl raised her voice, “We will submit to your demands, warrior, for the sake of our peoples, and our world. We will do what must be done, but there are limits beyond which. . .”
“U-u-u-u-u-u-n-n-n-n-n-n-d-d-d-d-e-e-e-e-r-r-r-r-s-s-s-s-t-t-t-t-o-o-o-o-o-d-d-d-d-d-d-d,” the creature responded in its throaty guttural voice.
Next the PREDATOR stepped up onto a raised catwalk behind the heroines. Here he could stand at more or less the same level as his captives, to assess their “posterior assets.” There were no surprises here: Supergirl’s pale pert buttocks neatly cleft by her tiny red thong, Batgirl’s perfectly plump ass with its blue-black thong, and Wonder Woman’s full womanly ass, clad in her tight silky star-spangled briefs.
Removing a large metal hand-held injector device from one of the compartments of his brief uniform.
“What is that?” protested Wonder Woman.
The creature hissed.
“He says that it will make the process more . . . palatable,” replied Supergirl.
The heroines nodded in consent.
Now, the PREDATOR injected each heroine’s plump ripe ass with an advanced serum. The blunt steely nodule of the hypo-spray injector tip pressed deep into the soft yielding flesh of Batgirl’s ass, as the PREDATOR squeezed the massive trigger handle, instigating a loud hissing sound as a strange green fluid was injected into her. The same process followed with the other two heroines.
“P-tsssssssssssssssssssss…”
“P-tsssssssssssssssssssss…”
“P-tsssssssssssssssssssss…”
Though they squirmed and wriggled in their bindings, none of them could overpower the armature which held them, as the injections took place. Suddenly all three women began to feel groggy, relaxed, and strangely compliant. They were still fully in command of their faculties, but the fear and tension of the bizarre situation had been fully abated. Wonder Woman tried to speak out, but now only a feint whimper and a seductive moan escaped her lips.
Next, the creature stood behind Supergirl. Pulling her shiny tight latex micro-mini back down into place low and snug on her shapely hips, he gazed at her tightly clad posterior, and groped it with his massive clawed hands.
Admiring the perfect unblemished flesh of her tightly clad bottom, he unbuckled his codpiece, and allowed his massive alien member to hang free. While all three women should have been reviled at the sight, the fast-acting drug had softened their demeanor to one of strangely-aroused interest. Could this all really be part of some strange alien peace overture?
Straining to look over their shoulders, all three heroine’s strained to get a look at what had just been revealed. Like the rest of him, his shaft was pale yellow in color with dark splotches. Fully 10 inches long, semi-erect, its girth was unthinkable. Poised there behind Supergirl’s perfect plump wiggling posterior, the shaft began to quickly harden, in slow throbbing pulses.
Now sidling up behind her, the creature laid the underside of its massive tool along the seat of Supergirl’s tight shiny micro-skirt.
Then gripping the lower hem of her skirt again, he pulled it up and over her bottom again, causing her plump pink young buttocks to bounce invitingly into view again. He marveled at the way they bounced before him, and the way that the tiny red thong disappeared neatly between her pert buttocks.
Supergirl merely let out some feint whines and wiggled enticingly in her metal bindings.
Now sidling up behind her, the creature laid the underside of its massive tool along the vertical groove between Supergirl’s perfect plump flanks. The cool softness of the girl’s soft ass cheeks pressing against the underside of the massive shaft, caused the creature to moan a long low purr, “g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h. . .”
Next, it grasped her tiny hips and pulled her to him, as it crushed its hard massive hips up against her soft yielding pillow of an ass. The sensation was incredible for both of them. The creature reveled in the soft plump ripeness of her ass, while the inexperienced young heroine marveled at the hard massive member that pressed against her bottom, struggling with the awkward reality that her helpless wriggling beauty alone had inspired such an impressive erection.
Now his hips thrust and lunged against her, pushing her hips forward, stretching her in the armature, arching her. The cuffs at her wrists and ankles clanked as the pressure of his thrusting hips continued. The sensations for both of them heightened dramatically. Supergirl could feel wet pre-cum oozing against her ass. Then the creature reached around and cupped her pointed breasts. Supergirl gasped in excitement at the arousing sensation as she hung helpless and outstretched, vulnerable to the creature’s every need. The creature now reached around to stroke the front panel of the heroine’s tiny red thong, stroking her with unexpected skill. Her legs flexed and tensed, her booted toes pointed.
Under the influence of the drugs it was impossible not to be aroused, and Supergirl whimpered in inarticulate ecstasy, as the creature thrust against her with growing ferocity. His power and urgency were thrilling. The pleasure between her legs was unrelenting, and the alarming skill of his fingers touching her at her most private place was undeniable. Strangely, she felt no sense of violation. Was it the drugs, the hope that she might be saving lives by her actions, or was it the raw male desire that was so effectively arousing her?
Lost in the throes of her rapidly mounting pleasure, Supergirl could not help but cry out, “Unnnnnh! Unnnnhh! UNNNNNNNNGH!! UNNNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHH!!!!! . . .”
Until finally the skillful ministrations, powerful thrusting, body arching, and creaking leather all became too much. Supergirl wanted to avoid suffering such an indignity in front of her two stalwart comrades, but she had held out for as long as she could. There was nothing left to do, but surrender to the impending sensations of release, “UNNNNNNNNGH!! UNNNNNNNNGHHHHHH!!!!! . . AHHHHHHHHHH-UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
A mighty jet of liquid spread from her loins, darkening the front panel of her thong, as the cavalcade of delightful sensations detonated between Supergirl’s legs. “Mmmmmm,” the feeling was so intense, so spectacular, so utterly overwhelming, and Supergirl surrendered herself utterly to it all, “AHHHH! AHHHHH!! AHHHH!! Ahh! Ahhhhh…”
The creature, for its part, did not cum. Instead it stepped back, wiped more precum onto Supergirl’s nearly naked thonged ass. Stepped away from the spent young blonde heroine, it moved to a position just behind . . . Batgirl.
Batgirl tried to steel herself against the effects of the alien serum, but they were undeniably having an effect on her. Her shapely thonged hips swayed and wriggled sensuously as the PREDATOR approached.
Her nostrils took in the alien scent of him as he sidled up behind her. Likewise his alien nostrils took in the sweet scent of her soft mane of hair. Nestling his still erect cock against her plump, soft, oh-so-tempting ass, he took her wide hips in his large manly hands pressed his warm body up against her. Again, the underside of his long hard member slid up and down along the length of her thong, rubbing against the contours of her plump vulnerable ass cheeks, causing stirring sensations in the crime-fighter that were . . . alarmingly welcome. He felt good, . . . hard, . . . confident, and even though he was not human, he was undeniably, masterfully, . . . male.
As he began to wriggle against her soft ass, Batgirl was surprised that she found herself pushed her hips and ass back against him, shifting, wriggling, and wiggling with his gently probing gestures. Batgirl’s ass was delightfully trim, but it was larger and fuller than Supergirl’s, and the Predator found that he liked the feeling of it just a bit better. His hard member wallowed in the soft press of her ass, feeling himself gently crushed between her soft yielding cheeks. Her soft full undercheeks were impeccable. The crease beneath them was flirty, plump, and irresistible. Her shiny blue-black thong accentuated her curves in all the right ways, and the paleness of her taut round feminine ass was intoxicating.
Pulling her hips hard against him, he relished her ass, as he thrust with growing urgency, arching Batgirl’s perfect body, thrusting her pelvis and mound ever further forward. Already, Batgirl’s mound was growing moist with inexplicable anticipation and desire, as her body lunged and arched with each increasingly powerful thrust. “I’m saving lives,” she told herself, as she relished the feelings of sexual pleasure and desire, growing both in her and her partner.
Then uttering a deep gutteral voice command, the hunter remotely activated a nearby device. Instantly a bright beam materialized from out of the darkness, focusing unerringly on the pinnacle of Batgirl’s forward-thrust mound.
“UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Batgirl cried out as the stimulation beam found it mark. The sensation was unique, remarkable, and best of all, utterly delicious. Like a thousand tiny fingers that all knew just the right places to rub, the automated force-field worked Batgirl’s mound into an utter frenzy.
“Unngh!! UNNGGHHH!! UNNGGHH!!! UNNNNNNNNNGGHH!!!” she cried out with new urgency, eager to reach her undeniable fulfillment. “UNNGHH!-UNGH!!-UNGHH!!!” she thrust herself further toward the skillful beam.
Now the creature reached around to maul her breasts. Tearing the last shreds of the Bat-emblem off of her bounteous chest, he revealed her awe-inspiring breasts, freeing them to the cool air, where they bounced eagerly into view. He groped them shamelessly, as her rosy pink nipples went rock hard. Her large breasts felt good in his clawed hands, as his member shoved deeper into the cleft between her soft round ass cheeks.
Now his fingers reached around to tug upward on her silky thong, indirectly massaging her now-soaking wet mound. The wet sounds of her well-lubricated mound were the last thing that Batgirl noticed before her clitoris detonated in a thunderous resounding rapture, “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Her mound exploded in a unprecedented release, dousing her thong in a deluge of moisture. Her body lurched, her breasts thrust and bounced heavily, her pretty cowled head snapped left and right. Her teeth clenched, her eyes squinted shut, her shapely legs and thighs tensed and stiffened as the relentless rapture devastated her being. Again and again her womanhood thrust hard, reflexively squeezed tight, pulsing with the rapture of it all. Her delicate dancer’s body and frame trembled in shameless delight. As her climax peaked, the stimulation beam automatically deactivated.
“UUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh. . .”
At the height of it all, the creature itself discharged, jetting unimaginable volumes of its gooey cum all over the Batgirl’s ass, and the small of her back. The fluid was hot and slick, as it spattered and splattered all over her. It felt surprisingly good and rewarding to be christened in the creature’s lusty liquid gratitude.
Then at last, the spent heroine hung limp in her bindings, utterly satisfied, as the creature lunged a few more times against her wet yielding ass. Then at last it stepped away, in a sticky separation that Batgirl would never forget. Not yet satisfied, the creature used the tip of its member to probe the soft underside of Batgirl’s soft tempting ass cheeks, probing and smearing more cum across the unresisting forms of his spent lover, as Batgirl cooed in her afterglow, “OOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooo-hhhhhhhhhhhh. . . .”
Next it stepped over to Wonder Woman, but surely the creature was spent by now. . . or was it? Carefully examining her womanly ass, the creature’s member slid up under the hem of her star-spangled panties, probing clumsily between the shiny fabric and the unresisting Amazon’s fabulous skin. The creature’s clawed fingers slid up under the hem of her star-spangled panties, and pulled the fabric up into a makeshift thong, to reveal and display more of the heroine’s spectacular meaty buttocks.
Sliding his sticky cum-drenched member up along the cleft of her ass, he pressed himself against her warm meaty glutes. The pressing of flesh made a rewarding “squishing” sound, and the beast purred its throaty purr of approval.
Then surprisingly, as the Amazon’s body tensed for the inevitable, the creature stepped away.
“The Trials” 2:45pm July 22 On board the Predator’s cloaked hunting ship.
Supergirl was on a large padded platform. She was on all fours. The creature stood before her, its massive member in her hand, the task before her unmistakable.
The massive male form squelched and slurped as she slowly stroked it with her reluctant hands. A strange green glowing ooze dripped from the tip of it, slowly spattering on the floor.
Now at last, at the creature’s urging, she put the tip of the strange horrible thing into her mouth, gripping it softly with her lips. It was a surreal moment as the tip of the thing passed the sanctuary of her perfect refined glossy lips. Supergirl had always kept her teeth clean and white and straight. Now her pretty little mouth was struggling to engulf the massive manhood of some strange alien beast in heat. It was unthinkable. It was perverse, but it was also inexplicably exciting.
Unable to contain the massive girth in her mouth for very long, Supergirl withdrew the vile thing, gripped it firmly in both hands, and began stroking kissing and licking it with all the inspired enthusiasm she could muster.
What Supergirl lacked in experience, she more than made up for with excitement, beauty, and effort. The creature marveled at her silky blonde hair, and the innocence of her youthful features, as she set about the explicit task before her. Her twirling tongue, soft lips, and skilled hands soon worked the creature into a frenzy.
As the creature came, it howled out in a mind-rending screech that echoed throughout the ship, signaling to the other heroines, that they were one step closer to fulfilling their mission.
For several long moments it seemed as if the gooey onslaught would never end. Spurt after spurt of the awful fluid spattered and splattered all over her innocent face, then several more jets fell across her breasts, splattering the generous curves of her chest, face, chin, and neck, with copious amounts of the disgusting iridescent seed, violating the once-proud heroine with the beast’s oozing dripping love discharge.
Next the creature used its spent tool to smear the violation all over the delicate refined features of Supergirl’s young innocent face. Her lips, cheeks, and chin were covered with the stuff, while more had splattered on her forehead, and small droplets in her perfect hair. The face that all of America trusted, was now unimaginably defaced, adorned in the alien ooze.
Now the creature urged her to lie on her back. Once she had acquiesced, he luxuriated in the sensation of it all, as he smeared his dripping wet member all over her tender inner thighs, near the front panel of her tiny red thong. Then rolling her over, smeared more of it all over her pert tender upturned “Super-ass.” Now she was fully marked in the tradition of the Predators.
Supergirl did what she could to try to hold onto some scrap of dignity, but the geyser-works of seed splattered all over her, dampened any chance she had of remaining above it all. On there other hand, there was something wonderfully thrilling about the voluminous scale of the gratifying discharge. Supergirl reveled in the sensuality of the moment. Basking in his wet seed, it was impossible not to take some pride and joy in her sensuality and her womanhood and feel that her charms and efforts had been most fully enjoyed by this now highly appreciative creature.
The fast-paced slurping and stroking soon had the desired effect. Moments later a voluminous spray of vile alien seed lurched out of the thing, and splattered unceremoniously all over the proper refined features of Batgirl’s pretty cowled face. Spurt after spurt of the awful fluid spattered and splattered all over her face, then several more jets fell across her breasts, splattering the generous curves of her once-bat-emblazoned chest, mask, face, chin, and neck, with copious amounts of the disgusting iridescent seed, violating the once-proud Bat-cowl with the beast’s oozing dripping love discharge.
Now for the final humiliation the creature wiped the massive spent rod off on Batgirl’s cheeks, smearing even more of the revolting ooze across her delicate and once-proud facial features. The creature then repeated the act, smearing its member across Batgirl’s proud plump naked upturned breasts.
Next the creature stepped behind Batgirl. She was surprised by the rapid recovery time of the creature, as he moved into position behind her. She was on all fours, with her knees and thighs together. Now the creature placed his massive shaft between her bare thighs, in a way that simulated penetration without ever actually entering her. Then he began to thrust.
As the Predator continued to lunge and thrust against Batgirl’s lusty ass, she could feel the creature’s massive hulking member plowing through the deep cleft between her thighs. Though she did her best to resist, Batgirl couldn’t help but be aroused by the powerful thrusts of the hard anxious urging hips.
Next the creature pulled one of her supporting arms out from under her, gently but directly causing the heroine to lie down flat against the padded surface of the black mat, its member still snugly lodged between her thighs.
As Batgirl lay flat, the creature repositioned itself, so that its broad heavy hip could lunge and thrust directly downward against her plump thonged ass. Now the lunging and thrusting grew more intense and urgent, as the creature pounded the plump jiggling ass with lusty relentless strokes. The sounds of his hips slapping against her ass cheek excited both of them, as the tiny aperture between her lubricated legs and buttocks contained him tightly. His full weight was on her as his hips ground away at her cool rippling ass.
Withdrawing for a moment, the creature slid its length along the cleft between her soft plump cheeks, reveling in her thonged allure, then plunged himself down again inbetween her soft lubricated thighs and buttocks.
He ground, and thrust, and lunged, and pushed, . . . pounding, slapping, against her ass, probing tightly between her slick thighs.
Finally the vile thing discharged, drenching Batgirl’s legs with pulsing jets of hot wet seed. After only two jets, the creature withdrew from between her legs, and continued its discharge, disgorging obscene quantities of its sticky ooze all over Batgirl’s thighs, plump unprotected flanks, and the small of her back. Then it lay down against her again. For long moments, the creature continued to grind its massive spent stalk against the soft tender supple flanks of Batgirl’s naked thonged ass, spreading and smearing its slick seedy goo across her ass in a thin, even coating.
Then rolling her over, he smeared more of the alien fluid over the contours of her naked thighs, breasts, and her lovely face.
It was with a strange mixture of shame, disgust, and pride that Batgirl noticed the voluminous ejection of the sticky seed. She could not help but take some satisfaction at having inspired such an overwhelming production of the life-giving seed.
Again, the creature took a few moments to ceremoniously wipe off its disgorged member on Batgirl’s naked thonged ass, as if to mark her pert bottom as the alien creature’s own personal property.
“Marked and proud of it,” was all Batgirl could think, as she basked in the sensation of having her face, chest, thighs, and ass all simultaneously drenched in the alien’s seed.
“Yes,” said Wonder Woman. A moment later, the alien creature’s powerful hand wrapped around the back of Wonder Woman’s head, and pulled it toward him. With few options, Wonder Woman reluctantly parted her lips and allowed the disgusting monstrosity of alien manhood to pass her virgin lips and to enter the moist confines of her warm silken mouth . . . deeply.
It was a strange sensation to have one’s mouth impaled by such a monstrosity. Wonder Woman found herself amazed at the girth of the thing, and found that she had to open her mouth wide to encompass it.
The beast, for its part, moaned a strange alien moan, as her once-virgin mouth closed around him, her silken tongue bathing him in an intimate gesture of incomparable pleasure.
As he pumped her head, Wonder Woman soon found a rhythm. Attuning herself to the rhythm of the creature’s guiding hand, Wonder Woman soon began sucking and slurping in time with each stroke. The wet silken embrace of Wonder Woman’s eager mouth was remarkably wet and dynamic. She sucked and pumped and slurped and kissed with genuine skill, proficiency, and enthusiasm.
Soon her skillful ministrations were enhanced as her hands got into the act, stroking his stalk and sack with nimble powerful fingers, that could be tender, while at the same time, producing a marvelously vice-like grip.
The slurping, licking, sucking, and twirling continued.
Soon the inevitable occurred, as the creature’s thrusts became desperate lurching stabs. A moment later, the creature withdrew and a seeming torrent of cum spurted, splattered, and ejected onto pride of the Amazon nation. Diana Prince, champion of the Amazons was now drenched in alien seed. From her gold tiara, to her world-famous face, to her proud magnificent jutting breasts, she was “slaughtered” and dripping in his vile sticky seed. Now the river of cum dripped from her chin onto her magnificent chest, and slid inexorably into the deep plunging cleft of her womanly cleavage, where it disappeared completely. Instinctively Wonder Woman used her cupped hands to lift her massive breasts, offering them to her tormentor. Accepting the gesture, the creature used the tip of its shaft to trace along the deep cleavage between her upraised plump breasts.
Then urging her to stand, the creature guided her to her feet, turned her around, and bent her over a nearby armature. Pulling her briefs into a makeshift thong, the creature tucked the fabric between her plump fit buttocks, and wiped his shaft off on her nearly naked thonged ass. Her humiliation was now complete. Or was it?
Standing upright, Wonder Woman turned to face the hunter. “I have changed my mind, creature,” Wonder Woman’s commanding voice filled the corridor. “I will give myself to you . . . fully. Not for my country or for Earth, but . . . because I . . . choose to.”
The massive creature stood before her, its handsome alien mask still in place, as it regarded her. Now its head nodded respectfully, in acceptance of the Amazon’s decision. While her reasons were her own, her decision was clear.
Pulling her hips toward him, the Predator, rubbed its member against the front panel of her star-spangled panties, smearing them with his juices. Slowly their pelvises rubbed and nudged against on another, with his wet recovering rod squishing between them. Now his massive clawed hands palmed her ass, as he pulled her hips close against him.
With each second, Wonder Woman could feel his member, pressed between them, pulsing and hardening. In time it was again an impressive form. Then, stepping back the creature urged her to turn around, with her perfect bottom facing him and inspiring him, as he folded again over the edge of the table. . .
The sheer length of the thing was more than Wonder Woman could fathom, and its girth was no better. The creature had entered with skill and uncharacteristic tenderness. Now the unimaginably massive alien form slid deeper and deeper into her, stretching her, plowing her, scratching her every itch.
Now the creature was buried deep in Wonder Woman’s most intimate core. Her grip on the creature was tight, constrictive, slick, and hot. The warm wet welcoming pressure was intoxicating. Now he began long slow thrusts against her buttocks. At first, he squeezed and sampled her plump down-hanging breasts. Then reaching around her, he began to stroke her clit with surprising skill and delicacy, knowledge and finesse.
It started between her legs, a teasing but elusive pleasure. But the creature’s skillful ministration rapidly fanned the flames, so that the pleasure rapidly swelled and intensified.
Wonder Woman cursed herself as she came to understand that she was about to endure an even greater indignity at the hands of this creature. He was about to pleasure her.
“Ohhh! Unnghh! Yesss!! Ohhhhhhh, GREAT HERA! UNNNGGHHH!””
Her naked womanly thighs trembled as the creature finally impaled her with the full length of him, probing her deeply.
Now as the pace of his thrusts increased, her pleasure increased as well, and she found herself crying out in ecstasy, thrusting and pushing back at his terrible alien ferocity.
Now the pleasure was making her light-headed and dizzy. There was nothing that she wanted more than for the two of them to find release inside eachother.
Finally, it was all too much to contain. Wonder Woman cried out as the rapture of her young lifetime utterly devastated her senses.
“Unnghh! YESS!! GREAT HERA!!! UNNNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
As the pleasure crested it seemed to detonate, rapidly expanding throughout every nerve of her body, causing her back to arch sharply, and forcing an incoherent moan from her parted lips. Her body was alive as she had never before dreamed possible, as the symphony between her legs reduced her mind to a scorched wasteland. It was fantastic, and in a moment of unfiltered desire, she wanted it to go on forever. The creature had unlocked in her a fire she had not known that she even possessed. It felt wrong and right at the same time, but she knew that her body’s newly discovered gift would demand further exploration again and again, once this creature had been properly dispatched.
Now Wonder Woman’s ungainly thrashing and wriggling had inspired the creature, and the vice-like grip with which she seized his rod was unparalleled in the Predator’s experience. So tight. . . so deep. Then all at once, the thing discharged deep inside of her, spending itself completely.
Her large impressive Amazon breasts swung crazily with the force of his onslaught, as he hammered her buttocks from behind. His massive clawed hands groped the swinging mammaries lustily as the force of the climax took him, and they trembled together as the worst of the storm shook them. For long timeless moments the two oddly matched lovers rode a crest of starry carefree bliss. When the long ride of ecstasy had finally faded, and the lengthy series of thrilling aftershocks had passed, the two of them collapsed completely, the massive snake of his wet slick member crushed against the cool contours of her naked ass.
Batgirl, Supergirl, and Wonder Woman awoke to find themselves enclosed lying on inclined examination tables, enclosed in glass cylinders, with large complex looking head-sets mounted over each of them. Their uniforms, while shredded in places, were still primarily in tact. Their utility belts were back in place on their shapely hips. As the glass cylinders slid aside, each of the three beautiful reclining women sat up to find themselves face-to-face with the PREDATOR. It hissed and screeched in a low tone. “It says that the mind-link simulation is over,” said Supergirl, interpreting for the creature. We have served our world well. The peace treaty is in place.”
“So none of that ever happened?” asked Wonder Woman in disbelief.
“I’m not sure. As near as I can tell, the injections that we received on the metal armature, threw us into some sort of dream state. The rest of our experiences were apparently accomplished through some sort of hyper-realistic mental link,” explained Batgirl.
“They were real to me,” protested Supergirl.
A large door on the creature’s cloaked vessel opened, revealing the grassy clearing where their adventure had begun. Gazing at it, they noticed that it was now nighttime outside. The creature gestured toward the open door.
“F-r-r-r-r-e-e-e-e-e-d-o-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g.”
“Whatever it was, it seems to have been enough to ratify the peace treaty that he spoke of,” replied Supergirl. So far as I can tell, we are free to go.”
Stepping down the ramp and quickly putting some distance between themselves and the cloaked ship, the three curvaceous heroines, finally turned to gaze at the barely visible ship. Since they knew exactly where to look, they could just barely make out its indistinct alien outline as it slowly rose high into the sky, and then with a sudden flash, . . . it vanished into the stars.
THE END