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The Heroine Trap was posted recently in the Wizard's Lair, and I present here the same premise, but with events occuring that change the story and have everything going to a far different conclusion.
Part One
Jonathan Grayson was a master thief, one of the best in the world. But tonight he was attempting the most dangerous, most challenging job of his life. The thief moved very slowly and deliberately along the streets of Olympus, looking for the location he had finally pinned down. Whenever anyone came near, he froze. The stealth suit he was wearing made him practically invisible back on Earth, but here the gods and goddesses had senses that were far beyond those of mere mortals. He could only keep very still and hope that they would fail to notice something as insignificant as a mortal or feel he was not worth dealing with. There was a chance that a god would see him and decide to crush him like a bug. Which is what he was here. Dieties walked, and sometimes flew, past the thief and ignored him. He had chosen to take this risk because he knew what he wanted more than anything was here in Olympus, and the challenge of stealing from a god intrigued him. He finally reached the domicile he was looking for and entered. Night had fallen, and he proceeded with the most dangerous part of his mission. Outside, he could count on the beings of this realm ignoring him. But if he was caught inside a residence, they would be more interested in punishing a mortal for being where no mortal had a right to be.
He entered the house and waited in the back. It got deeper into the night, and he finally moved on with his plan. Jonathan went through the house until he found the god who lived there, asleep in his bed. Even dieties had to sleep. Or maybe they didn't have to, but did so just for their pleasure. At any rate, it was the one instant when the being was vulnerable. The thief ignored the slumbering figure, and looked around the room. He finally saw them! After years of researching what he wanted, they were there, just a few feet from his reach! He stopped, and calmed his mind. This was no time to get reckless and screw it up. The small winged god snorted, and rolled over in his sleep. But he did not awaken. The thief realised that the slightest mistake on his part might waken the figure and then his life would be over. But the deity slept on. The thief carefully moved over to the cabinet and reached for what he wanted. His hands shook slightly as he finally got ahold of what he had wanted for so long. He lifted them up and slowly, carefully backed out of the room and left the house. Outside, he pulled from his backpack the experimental dimensional teleportation device he had stolen from Lex-Corp and entered the co-ordinates for Earth. He activated the unit and shimmered. His figure faded and was gone.
Back on Earth, he materialized in the kitchen of his apartment. He placed his prizes on the counter, went to the fridge and pulled out a cold beer. He popped the top and took a long swig, then turned to stare at what he'd stolen. After years of research, after finally deciding they actually existed, he had devoted years to tracking down where he might find them and figuring how he might get his hands on what he wanted so badly. And now that he had them, he could make use of them.
Suddenly he heard a voice from the doorway to the other room. "Hey, aren't you gonna offer me one of those brewskis, little brother?" Jonathan spun and saw his brother - actually his half brother - standing in the doorway. "Kyle! What the hell are you doing here? You here to bum money off me again or do you need a place to hide out. That's the only reason I ever see you." But Jon did reach in the fridge, grabbed another beer and flipped it to Kyle. The visitor popped it open, took a swig and smiled. "You always were the smart one. Dad thought you'd do well. Go to college. Get a real job. Be a real Mr. Straight. Joke was on him. You ended up a crook like all of us. Just smarter and more careful. You might end up being the first family member to never go to jail. And you are right. I'm in a fix and I've here to ask for help. I got to work for the Danati family in Philly, and thought I could get ahead even faster if I romanced old man Danati's little girl. She was crazy about me, but I went too fast and Daddy heard about our... nights together. Now he wants my head on a plate. Hiding out from those people is expensive, and I ran through the cash I had put aside. Can you spare some dough and a bus ticket to the west coast? I need to be totally out of sight for at least a few months to let this cool down."
Jon grimaced. The only reason he ever gave Kyle money was to get rid of him, and it was always worth it. The guy was a nasty, sick bastard who put Jon through hell growing up. And Kyle had never felt any bit of guilt over the little, nasty things he'd done to his half-brother. For Kyle was a sponge. He took from people and never regretted it. If someone had anything, Kyle thought he deserved it better, and reached out and took it. He never thought about other people's feelings, his only restraints were avoiding the law or others who might punish him for what he did. Kyle looked over at the counter. "What's with the old bow and arrows? You boost them out of a museum? You should have got something easier to fence." Jon snapped back. "It's not out of any museum, I went to another world to steal these. They are priceless. The actual weapons of Cupid, the demigod. These will make any woman in the world fall madly in love with me."
While Kyle respected his half-brother, he had spent his entire life putting the guy down. Jon had a huge inferiority complex in their relationship and kept trying to prove to Kyle that he was a better man. Which is why he had stupidly revealed to Kyle what he had in his possession. Kyle whistled low. "Who, bro, that's got real possibilities. Any woman?" Jonathan reached out and picked up the bow. "Yes, and that makes this priceless. Worth more than anything you'll ever steal, Kyle..." The evil brother smiled at the error of Jon's statement. On the wall behind the stove a few pots and pans were hanging on the wall. Kyle took a frying pan and swung it to smash his brother on the back of his head. Jon crumpled to the floor. Kyle picked up the bow and the quiver of arrows and went to the bedroom closet, where he knew his brother had a hidden floor safe. He cracked the thing open, took the cash, and left. He never even bothered to check if his brother was dead or alive. He didn't care.
Part Two
Kyle Grayson waited on the rooftop of the warehouse on the south side of Gotham City. He had discovered the Trainor Gang was going to hit the place to steal a load of furs in storage here, and he had carefully fed information about the heist to an informant who was a stoolie for a costumed character in town. Kyle watched as the gang arrived and entered the building. Then he saw Batgirl move up and sneak in a back entrance. The Lady in a Cape made short work of the Trainor bunch, and soon they were all knocked out and subdued. Batgirl had watched the four men enter, and once she had the four subdued, she relaxed her guard as she snapped the cuffs on the thieves. She heard a sound behind her, but as fast as she spun, the arrow went faster as it struck her in the back. She winced from the pain and looked to see a man with a bow staring at her. The pain in her back faded, and she felt a dizzy sensation run through her mind. She wanted to struggle, to jump at him and disarm him, to knock him down before he... Suddenly she felt totally different. She would never even consider harming the man she saw, never even do anything to cause him unhappiness. She loved him more than anyone she had ever known.
Kyle motioned her to approach. When she came close, he gave her an order. "Kneel before me." She dropped to her knees and looked up with a smile into his face. She asked him, "What can I do for you, my love?" He smiled and laughed. "You will do much for me, bitch. Take off all your costume except for your cowl. First we must go to a location I have set up where I will teach you the lessons of... tough love." He watched her strip off her outfit. Then he turned and left, with the naked Dark Damsel moving entralled behind him. As they exited the building, he pulled a trigger device from his belt. When they got into his white Econoline van, he started to drive away. His finger pushed the red button of the device, and firebombs he'd planted went off. The contents of the warehouse began to burn and soon the entire structure was an inferno. When the firemen and the police searched what was left after the blaze, they would find the dead bodies of the four hijackers as well as Batgirl's costume and the body of a young woman he had planted there. She was Batgirl's exact size and build, and with the uniform found near her charred corpse, no one would be looking for the heroine. In the car he questioned Batgirl. She freely told him what her secret identity was. When he asked, she told him where her dentist's office was located. Kyle stopped, broke in there, and pulled Barbara Gordon's file. He took out the x-rays they had and replaced them with a set that had been on file for the woman he'd used to take Batgirl's place in the inferno.
At his hideout, he ordered Batgirl to stand up in the middle of the room. He slowly walked around her, admiring her sleek, athletic body with its firm tight ass, long powerful legs and perfect breasts. He told her to raise and lower her arms, then to bend forward at the waist and wrap her arms around her knees. She followed his commands, and he walked behind her and put his hands on her ass. It was smooth and tight. His hand slid in to finger her pussy, and he felt her wiggle. She wanted to be fucked. Her slit grew moist quickly, and she was trembling with anticipation. He thought back to the time he'd been working for the Penguin. There had been a robbery attempt when the gang had encountered Batgirl. She had beaten all of them, and he'd been in the prison hospital for a while with a broken arm and two cracked ribs. He'd sworn he would get even with the damned Bat-Bitch for that someday, but while in the joint he'd cooled off and realised if he tried to get revenge, she'd probably kick his ass all over again. But now, she was his plaything. He took his palm and smacked her hard on the ass. That felt good, so he kept that up until his hand stung from the pain. But he was sure she was feeling it even worse, Her ass was red. He ordered her to stand up and spread her legs. Then he crouched down and put his hand to her cunt. He stuck two fingers in and began to probe and poke at her tender vagina. She began to breathe hard and twitch and moan at the sensations running through her body. She gasped out. "Please, sir, please I beg of you, fuck me. I need your cock in me so bad!" He slapped her ass again and she winced. "Obey me! From now on you will address me as Slavemaster." He stood up and dropped his trousers. His cock was erect, and he brought it up behind her. But instead of the pussy that wanted it, he rammed it into her ass, and she screamed as he spread her tight rectum. He pushed in the hole, and she screamed again as her body tried to accomodate the rough intrusion. Once he did have his cock pushed all the way into her, he pumped and every stroke pushed his crotch against the cheeks of her tender, sore ass. She gasped and moaned at the sensation of the cock in her and the pain of her ass. Finally he came inside her and she felt the shudder of a climax reverberate through her body.
He walked around Batgirl who still was bent over at the waist, gasping for breath to recover from what she'd been through. He grabbed a handful of her hair and bent her head back. "Bat-Bitch, suck my cock and clean it off. Now!" She mumbled, "Yes, master..." He roughly pulled and jerked her head back. "WHAT!" She moaned, "Ohhh... sorry... yes, Slavemaster!" He let her head back down and she dropped to her knees and put her head to his crotch. She brought her hands up and started to massage the cock while her lips kissed it on the tip. She began to work it into her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick and tease the member. Her hands moved down to embrace and tickle at the balls of her captor. She took more and more of the cock into her mouth with each stroke until she was taking in the entire length, even though it had hardened and lengthened with her actions. She felt him growing with passion and she knew he was about to explode with seed. She used her tongue to tease the cock, and her teeth lightly ran over the cock as it moved in and out of her mouth. As he felt his cock about to explode, his hand that was still holding her hair pulled her back. The cock was pulled away and it sprayed the cum into her face and eyes, covering her with white sticky goo that left her a mess. He pushed the limp dick back into her face, and she began to suck it again. This time, as he felt it grow aroused and stiff once more, he pulled back, and ordered Batgirl. "Over there -- lay down on that table with your legs spread wide. Now!" She scrambled to her feet and hurried to comply. She got into the position he had demanded and he moved over, climbed on top and plunged his cock into her pussy. He pumped in her and she quickly climaxed. But he kept up his fucking and she climaxed again and again, finally feeling a huge orgasm run through her body, from head to toes. As she did so, he came inside her and she screamed at the extreme sensation of sexual pleasure she experienced. Kyle made her lick off his cock and give him another blowjob before he went to take a shower. He left her laying on the table, covered with sweat, cum, and her own pussy juices.
She slept on the floor and the next morning went through a similar bout of sexual submission to her captor. The love induced by Cupid's arrow did not allow her to refuse any request he made of her, and she had no thoughts at all about trying to escape her ordeal. Later that day he had her lay on the table, tied her down securely so that she could not move, then brought out a propane torch and some needles. He heated the tips of the needles to glowing red and used them to pierce her nipples. He didn't bother to give her anything to deaden the area first, so she screamed from the horrid pain he put her through. He enjoyed that. He put little gold rings in her pierced nipples and ran a gold chain between them. On the chain he attached gold bells that would jingle whenever she moved. As she lay there, gasping and trying to recover from the shock of the pain she'd felt he reached over and flicked the chain with his fingers. As the bells jingled, Barbara gasped as the rings tugged at her nipples that were still painful from the torturous proceedure.
He lay on top of her and fucked her again, and the arousal in her loins was coupled with the pain in her breasts as he lay on her and pushed down on the tender, tortured nipples. When he finished, he went to clean up and get something to eat. He knew she had not had anything to eat in over 24 hours, and nothing to drink except for some bottled water he'd stockpiled in the room. When he returned he brought a large bowl and placed it on the floor near the table. He stood near it, holding a length of rope in his hand. "Bat-Bitch, this is for you. Have to keep your strength up so you can perform your duties." With head bowed, she came over and dropped to a knee to see what he had provided for her. She saw the bowl held a mound of bland looking dog food. She reached for the bowl, but he lashed out with the rope, whipping it across her back. "No! No hands, Bat-Bitch. Stick your face into the slop and use your tongue, like a slave!" She did so, and managed to eat some of the repulsive muck. Almost as much ended up smeared over her face. He told her to bend over, and he came up behind her and fucked her from behind, while his hands came around and squeezed and prodded her breasts. His fingers went to the tender, painful nipples and pinched them. When they finished, he decided she was getting too gross and vile smelling to put up with (even though he enjoyed seeing her so debased) and he marched her to an area in the basement where a laundry room stood. He had her stand in a corner while he took a hose attached to the laundry tubs and sprayed her with cold water, she shivered and tried to use her hands and the frigid water without any soap to scrub the filth from her body. When he stopped, she was ice cold and shivering. He came over to her and told her to raise her arms up. When she did, he snapped a handcuff on her right wrist, then locked it to a pipe running up along the ceiling. He quickly did the same to her other wrist, and she was trapped in the upright position. He went back and turned the water on again, spraying her face and body with the water gushing at full force. She felt the spray hit her tits and gasped in pain at the water pressure on her tender nipples. When she did so, Kyle would move the spray to her open mouth, and she choked on the water that she tried to swallow. He came over to her finally and slipped a ball gag into her mouth, securing it behind her head. Then he left her there all night, but he opened a window on the side to allow the cold night air to come in and torture her frigid, wet body. The next morning she felt the pain in her shoulders from hanging there all night. Pulling her legs together had been the only thing she could do to try to conserve a little of her body heat, and that had not helped much. She felt like an icicle there, and her body shivered and trembled. The bells on the chain tinkled all night, and she was too miserable to sleep.
Batgirl learned how bad things could be as her nights were horrid and her days were even worse. Kyle reveled in causing her pain and misery between the bouts of fucking that she should have hated but instead found she loved. Despite all he did, she still loved him and wanted him to make love to her. The magic enchanted and trapped her thoughts. He brought out the propane torch and needles again the third day and pierced her labia, putting in gold rings. He ran a chain from the rings to her bedpost, emphisizing her status as a slave. He beat her, whipped her, and made her beg through the pain to be fucked. She spent her fourth night there like the second, cold, wet, and hanging from the pipes in the laundry room. The next morning he marched her back to the bedroom and bent her face down on the table where he whipped her back while he had her beg him to fuck her between each stroke of the lash. He finally came up behind her and rammed his cock into her pussy, fucking her from behind. She climaxed twice, then when he came inside her, she trembled with the orgasm that came from the arrival of her true love's seed in her loins. She moaned with pleasure and he lashed the rope against her back. She moaned in pain, but she didn't care. Batgirl knew she loved this man so much she would do anything for... for... The spell broke. She no longer loved him, she hated him and wanted revenge for the horrors he'd done to her! She spun and grabbed the rope with her hand as he brought it towards her. She pulled him in, and smashed her fist into his face as he came close. She brought her leg up and kicked him hard in his crotch. He doubled over in pain, but as he did so he reached up and grabbed at the chain attached to her tits. He yanked, and the ring in her left nipple tore loose. The pain shot through her and blood sprayed from the torn nipple. She screamed in agony and bent her head back as she felt the fire in her chest. She tried to recover and strike out again at her adversary, but Kyle put a fist into her face, then his other one smashed hard into her belly. She reeled at the pain and the ordeal of the past four days took its toll on her. She could not concentrate and react fast enough, and Kyle's fists pummeled her over and over until she blacked out.
She woke in the laundry room, her arms cuffed over her head to the pipes. Her legs were also secured to eye bolts that he had drilled into the floor. Every part of her body ached, as Kyle had battered her quite a bit, even after she passed out. He stared at her, and came up to put another punch into her belly. She moaned, and he smiled. "So, the effect of the arrow wears off after... five days? That's something I didn't know. But now I've got you again and you'll pay for trying to escape, Bat-Bitch." Barbara Gordon glared at him through the pain in her face and snarned. "I'm going to get loose, you ass-hole, and when I do you're going to pay for everyting you've done to me!" Kyle came close to here and grabbed her breast, squeezing the nipple where the chain had been torn loose. Batgirl screamed at the pain this caused. His other hand slapped her face several times. "You ain't doing nothing, Bat-Bitch. Now that you hate my guts, I'm gonna fuck you hard, front and rear, until you cum. Then I'll put another magic arrow into you and let you beg me to do you again. And then you'll kneel in front of me like a slave and suck my cock clean." Barbara's heart sank and she felt the horror in the pit of her stomach as she knew that was what was going to happen. She'd experienced all the misery while he had her entranced and when she came out of it she could still vividly remember every disgusting action she been forced... no, that she had wanted to do. Now he'd keep her a prisoner forever, a sex-slave. She screamed and cried as he came up behind her and rammed his cock in her asshole. She sobbed with misery as he came around and plunged his cock into her pussy, grabbing her butt and pushing hard to make every thrust go deep into her. She hated what he was doing and feared the fact that she would shortly be begging him to continue to abuse her. Finally the sex aroused her body to the point where she climaxed, and he laughed as he saw he'd taken her again. Then he backed up, took the bow and an arrow from the top of the washing machine where he had them ready, and aimed at her. She stared at the weapon, knowing it was the end of her free will. He fired right into her belly and she felt it pierce into her body, causing great pain. This only lasted a short while until the arrow and the wound disappeared. As soon as it did, she brought up her head from where it had been resting on her chest and looked at the monster. "Slavemaster, please allow me to suck your cock. I will be happy to service you and only hope you can make love to me again later!"
Part Three
The Dark Knight sat at the computer console in the Bat Cave, staring at the picture of Batgirl on the monitor. Comissioner James Gordon was deep in mourning over the death of his daughter, and Bruce Wayne also was practically overcome by the emotions he felt. Barbara had almost been like a daughter to him also, as he felt she had done such a fine job emulating his mission. To have her die this way, with a quartet of ordinary thieves in a fire, was such a waste. She didn't deserve such a fate. The copies of the police and arson reports lay on the desk in front of him, as he had not had the resolve to put them away. He stared at the pages, wishing he could find one fact that would say "Batgirl didn't die." He read the same words, over and over. Her body was there. Her uniform was there. The clothing was off her body. What had the four men been doing to the naked Barbara Gordon when the fire spread? His face became even more grim as he imagined what horrors she might have endured in her last minutes before the smoke... He flipped a page... No, the corpse did have smoke in the lungs. She had died in the fire. He looked at the reports. Seeing nothing he hadn't seen a dozen times before. But suddenly he noticed. There was someting he hadn't seen because it wasn't mentioned! Her charred uniform was found there -- tights, cape, belt -- but not her cowl! Her uniform, like his, was made of fibers that were protective and partially fireproof. If the rest of the uniform survived, there was no way the cowl could have been destroyed. Which meant it left the warehouse before the fire. With somebody who got out... or with Barbara! He examined the autosy report for the woman who they thought was Batgirl. Barbara's dentist had been contacted, and the dental records had matched. Bruce looked at the body x-rays. He saw a rib that was in perfect shape. But he'd been with her once when the Joker's hideout had collapsed on the heroes to cover the clown's escape. Batman had rushed her to the hospital where the doctors said she was going to be alright, but she had two broken ribs. Those x-rays would be on file, and he had to check them...
At the hospital, he saw for certain that the x-rays didn't match. The body of the woman from the fire was not Batgirl's. From the hospital Batman went directly to Jim Gordon's apartment. Jim answered the door and stared at his old friend. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I want you to come in right now. Despite all we've meant to each other in the past, every time I look at you I remember Babs in her costume, and her remains that I had to bury." Batman put his hand on Gordon's shoulder. "Jim. I have discovered that wasn't Barbara's body. Her death was faked to cover up something. She must be a prisoner somewhere and we'll find her and get her back." Jim Gordon was awestruck at this news and Batman had to hold onto him to keep his friend from collapsing. Soon all efforts of the Batman and the police went into trying to find a trace of the missing heroine. But the Dark Damsel had captured so many criminals and had so many enemies that the task was overwhelming. They never got all the way down that long list to a two-bit hood who had worked briefly for the Penguin and who had gotten a broken arm from Batgirl. He was too insignificant to seem worth checking.
Kyle had noticed he'd blown through more than half of the cash he'd taken from his brother. He needed more money to live on while he kept undercover, so he thought about what the magic gizmo could do for him. Finally he bound and secured Batgirl tightly and left her while he spent a day working on raising some scratch. He checked out a number of banks until he found one where a good looking woman worked as a bank manager. When Geena Hancock went to lunch, he followed her and used the bow in the parking lot of the restaurant to enchant the woman. She was putty in his hands when he joined her for lunch, and she wanted to skip work and go to a hotel with him for the afternoon. He told her that sounded great, but first he needed to visit her bank and arrange for a safe deposit box for some valuable papers and property he was carrying in his gym bag. Returning to the bank he got her to handle his arrangements personally. He took some scrap paper and old books from his bag and put them in the safety deposit box. While still in the vault, he told her the most exotic, kinky sex would be if the two of them did it right there in the bank vault. She looked at him in shock, but then Genna giggled and said it would be really exciting. Kyle reached up and put a cover over the security camera. He had been careful that he had not shown his face to the camera. Genna said, "That's on a recording circuit. Nobody watches it and it's only checked if a problem is found." They stripped out of their clothes and made sex on the floor, with Kyle being sure she was very satisfied. As she lay there panting with exhaustion, he reached in his bag for a knock-out spray. He puffed it into her face and she passed out. Then he took her keys and opened the cash storage area. He cleaned over three hundred grand off the shelves and piled the stacks of bills into his gym bag. He went back to Genna, slipped his finger in her pussy, and tickled her there while he kissed her hard. She woke up, not realising that she'd been out. Right after they had sex again, they got dressed and left the vault. He whispered to her that he was ready to spend the afternoon at a hotel with her. She blushed and told a teller she would be out of the bank for the rest of the day on business. When the pair got to a hotel, he could see she was uncomfortable with the dump he had picked. "It's the closest, my darling. I can't wait!" When they got upstairs, while she got undressed, he reached in his bag and put on a pair of gloves. Then he drew out a cheap .38 caliber revolver he'd bought on the street and came up behind Genna. He kissed her on the neck, then put the gun to her temple and blew her brains out. He wrapped her hand around the handle of the gun, aimed it out the window, and fired it again. When the cops found her, the gun, which was untraceable, would have her fingerprints on it and she would have burnt powder residue on her hand. It would be judged as a suicide, expecially after she took off from the bank shortly after all that money disappeared. He reached in the bag and took a tiny glassine envelope of cocaine and sprinkled a trace on Genna's face and clothes. One more bit of evidence why the young woman would have stolen the money. He smiled and left the hotel with a bag full of cash.
Part Four
On the way back to his house Kyle was very pleased with his day's work. He had a nice profit, and he had no regrets at all about brutally murdering a young nobody who was totally in love with him. But as he passed a newspaper box, he was shocked to see the headline. BATGIRL DEATH A HOAX! How had they found out? He had been so careful... He had a cold pit of fear in his gut as he rushed back towards the house he was renting. He would pack everything up and blow town. The cops were probably looking everywhere for the missing heroine. And Batman... Kyle's chest hurt as he thought of the Dark Knight coming after him, catching him, punishing him for what he had done to his young protege. Kyle drove back to the house, trying to think what he could do. The East Coast was bad for him. In the midwest, Chicago, Milwaukee, St. Louis and Kansas City all had a mob presence that had connections to the Doneti's in Philly. He would have a hard time hiding in any of those spots. But then he thought of Omaha. That might be big enough to hide in. Yeah, out in the boring flatlands where the mob and the glory garbs wouldn't be looking for him. He smiled as he considered this plan, but his smile disappeared as he opened the door. On the floor in the center of the living room there was a straight jacket and a thick leather hood that had been on Batgirl when he left. The chains that were wrapped around her chest, the manacles that had been on her ankles were sitting on the floor. She'd gotten loose! Crap, she could be reaching the cops right now. Leading them back to the house. She could come in the door any minute with... Batman! Kyle shuddered as he knew he had to get out of there, and fast!
He rushed to the bedroom to get what money he still had here and to grab some clothes. He stopped with a start as he saw Barbara Gordon lying naked on her side on the bed. She smiled up at him, raised one leg high above her beautiful body, and put her fingers in her pussy, showing the juices that were flowing there. "Slavemaster, you are back. I am ready for you. Come and take me, please!" He stood in the doorway, mouth agape. "Wha... How did you get loose?" Barbara chuckled and continued her coy smile. "I wanted to be ready for you when you came back. Ready for sex, Slavemaster." She looked so sexy, so inviting... Kyle took a step towards her, then stopped. For chrissake, the news is all over town. They were looking for her. He hadda get out. She was trouble. He thought of the gun in the dresser. He went and opened the drawer. No. It was bad now, but if he killed her, they'd come after him and cut his balls off with a weed-wacker. Not that they wouldn't beat the crap out of him for what he'd already done. He could take off and leave her behind. But she'd come after him. She wanted him to fuck her so bad... And after the arrow's spell wore off... Oh shit, she'd really come after him. The only way out was to kill her. But he didn't have the guts to do that. Not Batgirl. She was his conquest, his trophy. No matter what, part of him couldn't think of letting her go. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and threw them at her. "Get dressed, we gotta get out of here." He went to the closet and dug out the rest of the cash he had stashed, and added it to the stuff he'd ripped off at the bank. He tossed clothes in a suitcase and got ready to stick them in the van. When he looked at her, she'd knotted the back of the oversize t-shirt to make it tight. It went over her upper body like a skin and her red hair streamed behind her head. Shit, she was gonna attract the eye of everybody, looking like that. He pulled out a big sweatshirt and a knit hat. "Stuff your hair in this." That helped a little. She wasn't so memorable in this outfit. He grabbed the bag of money and a suitcase with clothes and told her to follow him. They went out to the van and she sat in back, where she wouldn't be seen. He had a tank of gas and he jumped on the interstate heading west. Away from Gotham.
He drove for hours, stopping for gas only. As he filled up the tank, he'd grab bottles of soda, water and convenience store grub. He began to get exhausted and pulled into a rest stop. He lay in back, trying to sleep, but Batgirl climbed on him and began to massage his crotch. As tired as he was, he became aroused and climbed on top of her. He stripped his pants off and she quickly lay naked under him. He entered her and fucked her slow and hard, plunging his cock deep into her. When he came, she was moaning loudly with pleasure. Also satisfied, Kyle was startled as there came a banging on the back door of the van. He scrambled back into his jeans and opened the door a crack. A state trooper stood there. "Hey buddy, you're not allowed to sleep in the rest area. The local motels need the business, so move along." He chuckled. "There are also motels for... other reasons, if you catch my drift." Kyle nodded. "Oh, sure officer. I'll do that." Kyle moved up to the driver's seat and noticed Barbara laying in the back of the van, a contented smile on her face. God... if she said anything right now, he was so dead! Kyle pulled on a shirt and scrambled up into the driver's seat. He started the van and pulled out of the rest area, watching to see if the officer would follow. He didn't see anyone behind him, and went a short distance to an exit where he saw a ramshackle motel with few cars parked in front. He ordered his prisoner to stay in the van, then he went in the office and saw the dumb looking hick behind the counter. "I need a place to crash. You got vacancies?" The idiot thoguht a moment, then nodded. "Give me a cabin way in back. I... I don't want to be bothered by the noise from the highway." The motel man put out an index card. "You gotta make out a card and I gotta see your i.d." Kyle had a few fake sets of identification, and he pulled one out. "That'll be twenty for the night." Kyle slipped a pair of twenties on the counter and looked the guy in the eyes. "My girl and I want privacy. OK?" The man smiled. One twenty went into the cashbox behind the counter, the other in his pocket. "Sure thing. Anything else you want?" Kyle shook his head, grabbed the key the man held out, and went back to the van. He paused a second and took a deep breath as he opened the door. She lay in the back, a coy smile on her face. She was ready for more sex, and damnit, he really wanted to fuck her! He pulled back to the cabin and they went in. He fucked her again, got a little sleep, and woke up with the sun up in the sky outside. He pulled the dingy curtains aside an inch and peeked out the window. The dump was pretty deserted. She woke up and spread her legs. "Again, Slavemaster?" He shook his head. "No, we're getting out of here."
They were back on the road again, with a drive through stop at a fast food place for breakfast. His mind raced as he kept thinking about her and the sex he was having. It was great, to have a beautiful woman at his beck and call, always ready to be fucked. But the whole point of this had been to punish the bitch for what she once did to him. Instead she was happier than he was. Once he got to a place to hide out, he might be able to get back to giving her a little more nasty treatment. She'd take anything he did to her but at least he'd enjoy doing it. Or he could tie her up, let the arrow wear off, and do her while her mind was clear. She would fucking hate that! Except... if she got loose... she'd beat the crap out of him. Sigh. He was on Interstate 80, and geting close to Omaha. Once he got there and found a remote house to rent, he'd make more plans. Using an arrow every few days, the bitch would be his sex toy for a long time.
As he passed over the Missouri River he saw the huge billboard. A young woman in patriotic colored tights and a red face mask stood between Superman and Supergirl, arm in arm and smiling. The text on the billboard proclaimed, "Welcome to Omaha, home of Vindicatrix, super-powered protector of the Great Plains!" Shit! Now he remembered. She wasn't that well known on the coasts, but she was a big deal hereabouts. And she was a close friend of the Kryptonian heroes. This made Omaha too dangerous to stop. He kept going west for an hour until he hit Lincoln, Nebraska. A college town, he thought this would be a place he could stop. He picked up a newspaper and maps and went through the classifieds. Kyle drove around checking different places that were listed for rent until he saw a farmhouse on the north edge of town that was remote enough for his purposes. He visited the agency, put down several month's rent and a large security deposit in cash, then went to their new home. There was a little furniture in the place, and he left Batgirl there with orders to wait for him and not be seen by anyone. The local Goodwill store had cheap furnishings that he bought, and he took some things in the van and arranged for others to be dropped off the next day. He stopped at a hardware store on the way back and bought some tools and supplies. Back at the house he found the bitch waiting, and she begged him to have her. He did, then he fired an arrow into her butt to make sure the enchantment would stay potent. He dragged in the stuff he'd brought back in from the van, and at least had a chair, table and a TV in the living room. The set wasn't hooked up to cable, and he found the local stations had nothing but crap on. He picked up the paper he'd bought and leafed through the other sections to see what passed for news in this part of the world. In the features section he flipped a page and found an article about the heroines of Lincoln: Azure Angel and Cornsilk. Geeez, he thought. Even out here they got bitch crime-fighters? He read the article. The pictures showed a couple of really hot young babes who wore costumes that looked like they belonged on the beach in California. The blonde had a mask on her face and the briefest of blue covering her tits and pussy. The thong didn't cover a bit of her ass. The dark haired one the paper said was an native american girl, and her tan bikini was almost as skimpy, but it had a little fringework here and there that served as decoration. The article mentioned they worked together and both had appeared on the scene last September, making folks suspect they were coeds at the university when they weren't fighting crime. Kyle looked at the pictures and thought they were so bitching hot... Most guys looking as these pictures probably wished they could get their dicks into these babes. Kyle smiled. Hell, why not? He wanted to punish Batgirl, but she was totally in love with him. She only suffered when he got physical on her, and that was getting hard to do. She was seducing him. When he looked at her, he was starting to see as a sex toy instead of a victim. But if he had a couple more women to fuck, maybe that would be something that would make the bitch suffer. It was worth a shot. He looked once again at the sexy poses of the two heroines shown in the article. Oh, yeah, it was definately worth a shot.
Part Five
Angelica Blau and her roommate, Holly Meoquanee were sitting in their dorm room at Great Plains University studying for the upcoming test in physics. Angie put her book down hard on the desk and went over to the mini-frige, pulling out a bottle of Gatorade. Holly looked over and saw frustration on her friend's face. "What's the matter, Angie?" The blonde took a gulp of refreshment then turned and scowled. "Everything in this damned course is so frustrating. The books say it is totally impossible for a human being to fly. But I do. It is totally impossible for a person to fight with the reaction response you use as Cornsilk. How can I accept this bullshit?" The young Ojibwa Sioux woman laughed. "You can tell the teacher that what he is teaching is bullshit, and you'll fail the course, Angie. Or you can give him the answers he wants to hear and we will get passing grades and never see him again. Come on, we have to..." She was interrupted as a beeping came from a desk drawer. She reached in and pulled out a small glowing red cell phone. Holly flipped it open and spoke. "Yes, Mayor Nesbit? What is the crisis?" The voice on the phone filled her in. "There is a small metal case in the basement of Great Havens Hospital. We received a tip that it contains a bomb that will go off within five minutes. There are patients who can't be moved, and the bomb squad can't get there in time. Is Azuire Angel there? We need someone who can get..." Holly saw her roommate strip off her t-shirt and slacks and pull on a skimpy blue bikini and a facemask that was blue with a white star on her forehead. She nodded and flew out the window, faster than anyone could see. Holly told the man. "She's on the way there, Mayor."
Within a minute, Azure Angel was in the basement of the hospital. A policeman pointed to the device. Angie took a deep breath and picked it up. She was not invulnerable, but she had to take a chance to save the people in the hospital. She zipped out of the building with it and flew north, then when she was high in the sky dropped it towards the hills outside of town. She saw it hit the ground, and nothing happened. She waited a minute, but felt she had to see what was up. She flew down and found the mangled, flattened metal case. It had popped open and there was a note taped to the inside. "The real bomb is in a nursing home on the south side of town. You'll never find it in time." But Angelica flipped over the paper and saw a letterhead for the Angelwood Care Center. Leaving the note, she lept into the air and flew as fast as she could to the place. She never stopped to think about how obvious the trap was. Her impetious nature blinded her as she wanted to save any innocent people from harm. At the nursing home she swooped in and went to the basement, where she saw another metal case. She approached it and heard a ticking. She reached down and was about to pick it up when the arrow plunged into her back. She groaned in pain and turned to see the man in the shadows holding a bow. She swooped at him, aiming extended fists to pummel the man who had attacked her. But the enchantment took ahold of her before she could strike. She stopped in front of him and gasped. She took ahold of him and kissed him. Kyle took a step back and looked at the lovely college coed and was very pleased. The picture in the paper had been impressive, but in the flesh she was intoxicating! He reached out and slipped his fingers under the top of her bikini and felt her breasts. She reached back and untied the top, and showed she enjoyed his touch. He rubbed her nipples and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts up and out at her lover. She took hold of one of his hands and pulled it down to her crotch and moaned. "Take me!," she murmured. and he slipped a couple of fingers into her. She was oozing fluids from her cunt as she pulled her bikini bottom off. His other hand unzipped his trousers and soon he had his cock buried in the pussy of his new conquest. As he took his pleasure with her, he thought of the other girl the article had mentioned, the indian. He knew he wanted her, too.
A short time later, Holly Meoquanee got a phone call in the dorm. On the other end, her best friend spoke. "I found the person behind the threat, but I need you to join me at a house on 16th and Mason. I'll explain further when you get here." Holly had no quams about meeting her friend. Azure Angel could be reckless and cocky at times, but Cornsilk knew she could keep her partner from doing anything foolish if she was there to help. As she arrived at the address where a "for sale" sign sat on the front lawn, she saw Angelica in a t-shirt and jeans in the doorway, and the blonde waved for her to come in. In her revealing costume, Cornsilk entered the room after Angel and sensed that another person was nearby. Her martial arts were enhanced by an ability to sense when people or danger was around. "Angel, wait. There is someone here, and they are evil... and dangerous!" In the shadows, she just made out a man and when the arrow came at her she whipped her body to the side and it thudded into the wall behind her. She would have charged at the man and put him down, but suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, holding her tight and pulling her back. She glanced over and saw it was Angelica who was grabbing at her. During this distraction, the archer fired another arrow and it buried itself deep in her belly. Holly screamed in pain and doubled over. She wondered why her friend had betrayed her for a minute, then the magic in the arrow washed away her thoughts and replaced them with an interest only in making love with the enemy who was there. She dropped to her knees and looked up into Kyle's face. "Lover, I only want to please you. Please couple with me, it will be so wonderful for both of us!" The house had some furnishings and Jon took the two ladies into a bedroom. He told them he wanted them naked except for their masks, and they complied. He told the young Sioux woman to lay on the bed with her legs open, and he came down and brought his cock into her. He cupped her impressive tits with his hands as he fucked her, and she moved to join with him as closely as possible. Angelica came alongside the pair and brought her face up to Jonathan's. She kissed him passionately and their tongues shot forth into each other's mouths. One of Angie's hands went down to Holly's pubic hair and began to stroke her friend's clitoris as she was having sex. The Indian girl squealed with pleasure as a huge climax ran through her, followed by a massive orgasm when the man came in her. Holly was panting as the man moved over and climbed on the blonde heroine. He began to fuck her next, and Holly twisted to do the same sensual massage for her friend. Angelica also had a intense sexual orgasm as the passion peaked.
The girls donned T-shirts and jeans and left with Kyle to travel to the love nest he was setting up. As Azure Angel had left her bikini costume on the floor at the nursing home, Cornsilk abandoned her costume here. Both of them only kept their masks. Kyle thought they looked good wearing only the masks in bed. Hours later the police found the remnants of the metal case Angel had flown off with. They saw the note next to it and detectives went to the nursing home to investigate. They discovered the blue bikini in the basement and recognized what it was. Only a day later a realtor checked the house that was offered for sale and found the fringed tan costume of Cornsilk laying in the living room. He called the police. Lincoln's Police Comissioner saw the scraps of cloth and was very disturbed. He had been mad at the young women for donning their risque outfits and being vigilante crimefighters in his town. But at the same time he respected the help they had given the police in many circumstances. Whatever he had against them, he was afraid something terrible had happened to them now. He picked up his phone and called the Omaha Chief of Police and asked that Vindicatrix get in touch with him.
Part Six
The Heroine of the Great Plains, Vindicatrix, had been looked up to in Omaha for many years as she fought crime and helped the public with her super powers. Almost forty years beforehand, Katherine Connors had been a young woman taking courses at Great Plains University in Lincoln with hopes of getting a job someday as a State Agricultural Agent. One evening she drove down to Kansas to visit her Aunt Elaine for dinner. When they sat afterwards on the porch and talked over her studies, the women saw a flash of light streak through the sky. "Wow, Katie, that looked like a shooting star!" Kate looked up. "Yeah, and I think it's a meteorite that came down someplace close. You know, Auntie, those are worth a lot. I think I'm gonna try and find out where it came down." She hopped in her car and drove southwest, in the direction she'd seen the streak of flame. People she spoke to along the way kept pointing out the direction they'd seen the streak in the sky go, and finally she found a farmfield where a gash in the dirt made her wonder how big the meteor was. She was shocked to see a metal capsule half buried in the dirt, still radiating heat. It was open, and she crept close enough to look inside. It looked like it was designed to hold a small figure, and she wondered if it was some kind of alien invasion. As she took a step back, she felt surges of heat running through her, and she staggered and dropped to her knees. Her entire body was starting to ache, and she bent down and threw up. She managed to stagger back to her car and slowly drove back to the nearest town. The doctor manning the hospital emergency desk listened to her story and didn't accept what he heard. He looked her over casually. "Young lady, if you are going to spend your college time partying and getting drunk, you can waste your life but don't waste my time. Get out of here and sober up!" He turned and left her sitting there, and she stormed out, sick as she was, furious at the pompous ass.
She managed to drive back to her aunt and uncle's farm, but by then she was feverish and her aunt put her to bed. She was sick for a couple of days, but recovered to find her body was faster, stronger and more aware of her surroundings. She even found she could fly! As she thought of what had happened, she realised the alien spacecraft had to have been the source of her change, so she went back to check it out. But when she got there, it was gone. As she had just finished reading a biography of Amelia Earhart, the term aviatrix was on her mind. She put together some red, white and blue tights and a red mask and decided to call herself Vindicatrix. She began to fight crime and help recovery efforts after disasters. During tornado season, she became famous for always being the first help to arrive for people who had been hit by the storms. She moved from Lincoln to the city of Omaha, where she was valued and respected by all. Years later, while flying a patrol over Kansas, she encountered a young man in a blue and red costume with an "S" symbol on his chest and cape. He told her he had super-powers and wanted to help people like she did. He called himself Superboy. She talked with him about the responsiblities of great powers and how best to use them. As they spoke they came to realise it was Kal-el's space craft that she had encountered. She had come upon it just after the Kents had left with the infant. And before she returned, Pa Kent had taken the capsule and hidden it away. The mild alien radiation in the metal of the space craft had not affected him even though he had been exposed to it much more than Katherine had. But something in her body had been altered by her exposure. After Kal-el grew up to become Superman, he kept in touch with her, as he had greatly valued her guidance when he was in Kansas. When Superman found a second Kryptonian spacecraft with his young cousin, Kara, one of the first people he went to about it was Kate. They agreed that the young woman had to hide her powers and existence until she became used to the ways of Earth. Superman asked if Kate might be willing to adopt the newcomer. Kate sadly had to refuse. Her marraige was coming apart. Her husband could not put up with Kate's work as a heroine taking her away all the time. And he accused her of having an affair with Superman. She was shocked when the marraige ended. So Kara ended up in an orphanage. But Vindicatrix did spend time with the young lady and gave her advice and friendship that helped her live through her period of acclimation to the planet she had come to. When Supergirl was revealed to the world, Katherine was very proud. And she maintained her friendship with the Kryptonians. Both took time out of their busy schedules once in awhile to visit their old friend.
After all these years, Katherine had never aged a day. She celebrated many a birthday still looking like the twenty-year old who had chased a meteor in Kansas. Superman came to her and told her he was part of a group who had decided to make a team of super-heroes that would handle exceptional situations. It would be called the Justice League and Kal-el asked if she would join. She saw how shocked he was when she turned him down. "Clark, there are people here in the plains who need help once in a while. You and the heroes on the coasts tend to see the big picture, trying to save the whole world. I would just as well stay here and save one person at a time." And she did just that. While the JLA were saving the world, she would be pulling people out of the flooded Missouri River. Or disarming a bank robber holding hostages in Council Bluffs. She rarely made the national news, but in her area she was beloved by all. Almost a year ago, two super-powered young ladies popped up in Lincoln and, dressed in scandalous outfits, began making names for themselves. When Kate ran into them, the pair revealed they were envious fans of hers. Azure Angel was wide-eyed as she spoke. "Gosh, Vindicatrix, we found we had super-abilities and we decided to be heroes just like you!" Kate smiled and looked over the blue-bikinied babe and her companion. "Alright, you two. If you want to be in this business, I'd better spend some time out here once in a while. I am sure you could use a few pointers."
Part Seven
Vindicatrix was worried as soon as she got word the Lincoln Police Comissioner wanted to talk to her. She knew her two young students were green and worried they might have gotten into trouble. When he told her they had disappeared leaving their costumes behind, except for the masks, she felt a cold chill. As she hung up the phone she prepared to fly to Lincoln to see what she could do. But it suddenly came to her that she had read of Batgirl's disappearance in the last e-mail situation briefing she'd gotten from the JLA. J'onn J'onzz had a weekly report of developments in the world that were designed to keep posted selected costumed characters around the world. When the Gotham heroine vanished, her costume had been left behind except for the mask. Kate thought that might be a connection, so she picked the phone back up and called Metropolis. The Daily Planet switchboard said Clark Kent was on assignment and not available, so she called the Watchtower to see if he might be there. He wasn't, but she did talk to Supergirl, who said she'd be right down.
Sure enough, it was only a few minutes before Supergirl landed. She rushed over and embraced Vindicatrix. "Kate, I'm sorry I haven't visited for weeks. Been so busy. You said you had a lead on Batgirl? Out here?" Kate shook her head. "No, I have a couple of young heroines who have vanished, and they left behind their costumes but not their masks -- just like Batgirl. I wanted to have you or Kal help me see if there is a connection." Kara looked thoughtful. "Ok, that makes sense. I hope we find something. Batgirl is a really good friend of mine and I am really worried about her." They both flew to the police HQ in Lincoln and spoke to the crime lab personnel. "Hello, ladies. These costumes were found in two places and our lab has gone over them. We found the blue briefs were stained with..." Supergirl broke in. She'd been looking the outfits over with her microscopic vision. " ...vaginal secretions! What the hell happened to the woman?" The lab man continued. "Ah, yes, that's what we were trying to figure out. We wanted to ask you, Vindicatrix, if the young lady was known to be... sexually active... in her hero outfit." Kate frowned. "I doubt that very much. She was too interested in being a real hero to engage in something like this. What about Cornsilk's outfit?" "No traces of that kind on her gear." The lab man gave them the addresses of where the material had been found, and Kara and Kate flew off to check them out. But the found nothing more than what the police investigators had seen. There were signs of stuggle, but in the bed, the struggle could have been... sexual. Kate grew more worried about her proteges and Kara was wondering if the slim connection to Batgirl was real. Where were the missing women?
At that instant, Batgirl was chained with her arms above her head, naked in the basement of the house Kyle had rented. He had paddled her butt with a board for a half hour, then left her there while he went up to receive the attention of his two new sex slaves. He had them dance seductively in front of him wearing only their masks, then he took them in the bedroom. Holly lay on the bed as he fucked her. Angelica leaned around him and kissed him seductively during the sex, and his hands were caressing and squeezing her beautiful, impressive tits. When he came in the dark-haired girl she screamed in reaction to all the pleasure she felt. Then the girls switched places and he fucked the blonde while kissing and fondling Cornsilk. Again, the girl under him moaned in pleasure at the completion of the sex, arching her back and shuddering as the orgasm ran through her body. He went back down to the basement and unlocked the shackles holding Barbara in place. She dropped to the floor, and he flipped her on her back and sat down on her chest. He placed his cock by her face and told her to clean it off. As she did so, the other two girls had followed and they went to Barbara's crotch. First they started to finger the pussy, tickling it and arousing the heroine. Then they took turns licking and sucking at Batgirl's cunt, driving her passion higher and higher. Kyle's cock grew stiff and he came in her mouth. The white thick fluid filled her mouth and she swallowed much of it, but some dribbled out and ran down her face. He got up and as he moved aside Holly moved to Batgirl's face and started to lick the cum and sweat from her. Angelica continued to eat Barbara's pussy and Batgirl arched her back and came with a shudder. Kyle looked down at the sexually aroused young woman and his anger at her was overcome by how sexy she looked, on the floor covered with sweat, arching her back and bouncing her breasts back and forth. His cock grew stiff again, and he knelt down and impaled himself into Barbara's aroused loins. He pumped back and forth, feeling the sheath caressing his member, and soon he erupted in her with a load of his seed. Babs felt this and it drove her passions wild. She shuddered again, even harder, and twitched as an orgasm greater than any she had ever felt devastated her body. He got up and saw the other two had been watching, mesmerized. Each had a hand on one of her breasts and the other hand with a couple of fingers deep in her pussy. Kyle was pretty exhausted by all of this, but he kept thinking how he was living the best god-damn life he could imagine!
Part Eight
The Lincoln Police were trying to find out what had happened to the young ladies who had vanished, but there were no solid leads to follow up. At the crime scenes there was not a clue about what happened to them. They got a call from a lady who lived on the north edge of the city. She reported to the detective that she had walked over to a nearby house to extend a welcome to a new neighbor, but when she rang the doorbell, the fellow had been really rude and brushed her off. The detective was very used to sitting through lots of useless phone calls before somebody actually gave them information of value. He answered politely. "Well, maam, I am sure the fellow might have just not been taught proper manners, or maybe he was having a bad day. But you can't ask us to do anything because of his bad attitude." The woman snapped back. "Dammit, I ain't calling because of that. I seen on the news that those two sassy little costumed ladies were supposed to have up and vanished. Well, I ain't sure, but when this fellow was closing the door I thought I saw a blonde girl in the back of the room, stark naked! Ehhh... not totally naked. I think she had... a blue mask on her face. Thing is I didn't get a really good look. But I thought it over and when they mentioned once more about those two poor girls on the news, well, I figured I should let you know." The detective wrote up the conversation and was about to toss it on the longshot pile. Dozens of people had reported seeing Azure Angel or Cornsilk all over town. Each report had to be checked, but not all of them deserved top priority. He thought about it and stuck it in the low priority basket. Yeah, like Azure Angel would take off to go bang a guy in a farmhouse.
Kyle had taken a day away from his slaves to go into town. The scam with the bank manager had worked so well, he scouted out the banks until he found a similar patsy. Annie Leatham was another good looking young woman who had worked hard to become the manager at her branch of Lincoln Savings and Trust. She was honest and hard-working, but the arrow from Cupid's bow totally seduced her into being Kyle's plaything. He used the same plan and left her dead in a cheap motel on the south side of the city. He'd pulled over 350 grand out of the vault and drove home to enjoy the company of his slaves. He was getting ready to have them when the front door rang. When he went to answer it he found a busybody neighbor. He said hello and thanked her for stopping by, but said he was in the middle of something and closed the door in her face. He had a brief thought about inviting her in and just shooting her with the bow. But she wasn't that good looking, and there was no telling if she'd mentioned to someone she was coming over here. As he turned away from the door he saw Azure Angel, in her mask and nothing else, had come into the living room. She smiled. "Slavemaster, we have been patiently waiting for your attention all day." Her hands went down and rubbed the lips of her cunt. "We need you to love us. Please, Slavemaster!" As Kyle walked over to her, he pulled off his shirt. In the back of his mind was a thought. He mumbled to himself... "Could that nosy neighbor have seen Angel in the room?.... Nah."
Detective Hector Arcano went down the desks and pulled the phone slips from each backet, flipping through them. He'd been assigned the disappearance, which was going to be a ball-breaking case. Too many dead ends to take up his time. Jackson was lucky. He'd been given the case of that murdered bank manager. Murder and the theft of all that cash meant he was going to have solid leads to follow up and all the help he needed. Sigh. One lady saw her neighbor digging in his garden and was sure the two missing heroines were buried there. She was positive because the guy owned a motorcycle, and people like that were capable of anything! A few young women had called in that their boyfriends were not showing as much interest in them, so they thought the fellows were boinking Azure Angel or Cornsilk. One lady saw Angel at a farmhouse. Hmmm. Arcano went to his computer. That last lady didn't have a history of crank calls. And she said she thought she'd seen Angel naked except for her mask. The missing heroine had left behind her costume, but did have her mask. That part hadn't been made public. It helped eliminate all the calls where the heroines had been reported in their outfits. The detective saw a shapely young woman in patriot tights walk into the room and waved his arm to attract her attention. She walked over and held out her hand. "Detective Arcano! I worked with you a few years ago when you cracked that hijacking ring." He shook hand, and noticed the blue and red clad blonde heroine who also came over. Wow, he thought, as he'd never actually seen Supergirl in the flesh before. She was a real babe! "Ah... you know damn well you did that and just let me take the credit. I got my gold shield for that. Welcome to Lincoln, Supergirl. This is a real thrill for me." He shook her hand.
Vindicatrix brought up why they had come to see him. "Hector, have you got any leads on my two missing ladies?" He snorted. "We got all kinds of leads. Every flake in the city knows where they are and they call in with the tip. I wouldn't bet a dime on any of them." He held up the sheaf of paper he'd been looking at. "There is a long-shot I was just going to go check out." Supergirl spoke. "Well, if you think it's worth your time, why don't all three of us look into it." He moved with them out to the stairway, but when he took a step down, Vindicatrix pointed up towards the roof. "You won't need your car, Hector. Our way is faster." Sure enough, when they got on the roof, Supergirl picked him up and lept skyward. Vindicatrix flew alongside as the trio headed for the north-side address. The detective was amazed at the sensation of the flight. He'd ridden in the police chopper several times, but that was inside a bubble with a seatbelt. Here he was high up, wind streaming across his face, held up by a young woman's arms. Soon they landed in the yard of the address in question. The three of them walked up and the detective knocked on the door.
Part Nine
Kyle had spent a wonderful evening fucking two of his beauties. But as he finished, the thought of that meddlesome old bitch came back to his mind. He thought more and more that she might have seen Angel. Just in case, he packed everything up and put it in the van with his three slaves. They got to the interstate and he headed west. He had to find a new place to hideout with his girls, and he could not afford to keep spending money on real estate down payments.
Back at the farmhouse, Detective Arcano and the two heroines entered and began looking around. The found evidence that several people had been there, but had grabbed everything and took off. Supergirl entered the bed room and looked it over. Her microsopic vision let her see things the others would have more trouble spotting. "Get your tech people out here, detective. I see traces of semen, vaginal fluids and hairs on this bedding. There are blonde and black hairs, both long enough to be women's. This may prove that Azure Angel and Cornsilk were held here... Oh Great Rao!" Kara suddenly dropped to a knee and plucked a single hair from the carpet. "It's a red hair! We'll have to do a DNA test on it, but it may mean we have a lead on Batgirl!"
The police crime investigation unit came out to the farmhouse and began going over the site to discover every bit of evidence they could. Hector went to talk to the neighbor lady, but she didn't know much else. She had only a brief glimpse of the young blonde woman who looked to be wearing a mask on her face. She admitted that she had nearly let it go. She'd wondered if it was just a case of a guy wanting his girlfriend to dress up as a heroine to spice up a night of sex. She didn't come right out, but Hector wondered if the lady and her husband used costumes when they had a wild night. In this day and age, anything was possible. He asked her if she saw the occupants take off. She shook her head. She'd been in town shopping most of the day, but she said she knew the fellow drove a big white van. She hadn't noted the license plates. Detective Arcano sighed. There were so many white vans on the road, that didn't help much. And since the suspect took off, he could be far away by now. He would send out a all-points-bulletin, and hope for a break.
Kara was very distressed that she may have just missed the fiend who had kidnapped Batgirl. She'd brought along a copy of the printout of Barbara Gordon's DNA, and when the lab ran tests on the samples found in the farmhouse, the red hair was identified as a match. When the detective told her that police all over would be on the lookout for the white van, that was not enough for Supergirl. She told Vindicatrix and Detective Arcano that she was going to head west and try to find the missing women. It was a needle in a haystack, but she had to try. She went along the interstate for a couple of days, swooping down to closely investigate every white van she came across. In the far west end of Nebraska she saw a white van moving along the interstate and her interest jumped as she saw a head with long red hair lean out the passenger side window for a moment. She swooped down to fly alongside the vehicle for a moment, but was sad to see the auburn haired person in the van wasn't Barbara. By now the van she wanted could have turned off and heading anywhere. She was about to give up when she passed over a farmhouse a couple of miles south of the interstate and noticed a white van, just like a thousand other ones, parked below. She looked down and saw there was no one in it. But on the floor in back was a discarded copy of the Lincoln Examiner from a week before. If the van hed come from Lincoln... It was a slight chance, but she dropped to the farmyard and walked over to the van. She used her super-vision to go over the floor of the back of the van and spotted long blonde, black and red hairs. Kara was very happy that she had found a lead. But then she heard a faint sound behind her, from the direction of the farmhouse.
With the powers she had, Supergirl was susceptible to over-confidence. It was nearly impossible for anything to harm her. If Batgirl had picked up a sound like that, she would have ducked for cover, and been careful to find out what was coming up behind her. Kara used no such caution. When she sensed danger, she anticipated it. She loved waiting for crooks to start shooting, and reveled in their expressions as the bullets would bounce off. By waiting and displaying her invulnerability, she took them down a peg and convinced them resistence was futile. She turned now and straightened her shoulders, bent her elbows and rested her fists on her hips. In the classic heroic pose, she wanted to strike fear into the man who had seized her best friend. But she looked over to see him standing there, aiming a bow and arrow at her. She was somewhat confused by the oddity of this action, and as the man let the arrow fly, she saw no danger in the projectile. She could have easily snatched it in midair, but instead she let it fly, expecting it to shatter on her chest. Her shock was huge when the magically enchanted point of the arrow penetrated her garment and plunged into her chest. She shuddered at the sensation of pain, and dropped to a knee. How could this be happening? The pain had her gasping, but soon eased and vanished altogether. Her mind clouded and the enchantment re-wrote her perceptions of the man in front of her. They went into the farmhouse, and he ordered her to disrobe. She stripped off her costume and let it fall to the floor. Kyle came close and ran his hands over her body, caressing her face, cupping her breasts and stroking her cunt. He walked with her to the bedroom.
The other three enchanted heroines watched Kara as she joined the ranks of the man's sex slaves. There was also another young woman, Sara Valentine, who who stood there with a short blue skirt and nothing else on her body. She had been struck by an arrow when Kyle had found this secluded farmhouse. Her enchantment had forced her to stand by while Kyle murdered her husband. Now the farm was his new hideout and Sara was a servant, catering to her master's every whim. She could not even mourn the brutal death of the man she had married. Supergirl lay down in the bed and Kyle joined her. He put a hand on one of her breasts and kissed the other. He nibbled at the nipple and his other hand went to her crotch. Two fingers entered the cunt of the Kryptonian beauty, and she moaned with anticipation at his touch. His touch found her intact maidenhead and he brought his head up and gasped. "You're still a virgin!" She smiled. "I've been waiting for someone I could be totally in love with, and that is you..." She twitched, and suddenly Kyle screamed. "Argghh! My hand!" The pain was visible on his face as tried to pull his fingers out of Kara's cunt. But her muscles had tightened and without realising it, she had clamped herself down on the fingers inside her. She reached her own hands down and pulled the lips of her pussy apart, not sure if she could will herself to loosen while so passionately aroused. Kyle pulled the hand free and held the pain-wracked digits against his chest, rocking back and forth as he gasped and moaned. Kara sat up with a horrified expression on her face. "By Great Rao, I am sorry, Slavemaster! I never meant to harm you!" She used her x-ray vision to glance at his hand. "Thank god... the fingers aren't broken." Sara had rushed to the kitchen and pulled ice cubes out of the fridge. Putting them in a plastic bag, she gave them to Kyle who wrapped the icepack over the pain-wracked fingers.
The Slavemaster lay on the bed for hours, with the pain in his fingers slowly subsiding. When the injury occured it had been like he'd slammed a car door on those fingers. He pulled his hand out of the ice pack and looked over the damaged digits. They still ached a mite, but he coud flex the fingers that were now very black and blue. He glanced over at the women, who had been quietly watching their master, unable to do anything else to help the situation. Kara had been horrified after accidentally harming the man she deeply loved, and guilt was painted on her face. Kyle looked over at her and fumed. She was a gorgeous blonde virgin, totally in his control, and he couldn't god-damned, son-of-a-bitch, fuck her! The thought was driving him crazy. He wanted her so damn bad... but the thought of what would happen to his dick inside her sent chills down his spine. There had to be a way... "Supergirl! There has to be something that weakens you. Something that makes you less powerful, that would make it safe to fuck you. What can you think of?" Kara admitted her most dangerous weakness to her captor. "The glowing green meteoric material kryptonite, remnants of the destroyed world I came from, would weaken and kill me if I was exposed to it. But a small dose might just reduce me to the capabilities of a normal earthling." This sounded promising to Kyle. "Where could some of this stuff be found? It's supposed to be super-rare, according to what I've heard about it." Kara nodded. "My cousin and I have occasionally run across the material, in out-of-the-way parts of Earth or in the hands of men trying to destroy us. Kal has a remote sanctuary in the arctic wastes that has a repository where we have stored the kryptonite we have found. He collects it there, in lead-shielded boxes. Periodically we take it and toss the boxes into the sun. It isn't destroyed, but it is beyond the reach of most mortals." Kyle carefully thought over the next steps of what he planned. "Supergirl. Redon your costume, then fly to this hiding place and retrieve a lead container with a small amount of Kryptonite. Make this trip being careful that you do not come into contact with your cousin or anyone else. Do not let anyone know where you are coming from or what you are doing. Return here with the element we need to weaken you to the point where you will make love with me safely." Kara stood up and a huge smile came over her face. "Oh, yes, Slavemaster!"
It only took a short time, and the blonde heroine was back, holding a metal cube, about a foot on a side. She put it down and stared at it apprehensively. "Open it." Kyle ordered her, and she reached for it with a fear evident in her face. She pulled a pin holding the latch down, then disengaged locks and swung the box open. The steel container had several inches of lead bonded to the inside and the outside. The space in the center held small glowing green stones. As soon as they were exposed, Kara winced and moaned in pain. He went over and pulled the lid back down so that it was only open a crack. He wanted to weaken his beautiful slave, not kill her. In the bottom of the container were several tiny shards of kryptonite. This sample had been broken up and the recovery team had swept up all the pieces and placed them in this box. Kyle reached in and pulled out a thin piece about an inch in diameter, and closed the box. He had a chunk of steel he'd taken from an old abandoned tractor in back, and he handed the steel to Kara. He held his hand with the kryptonite next to her and ordered her to bend the steel. She took it from him, but she was sweating heavily and trembling as she tried to bend the steel bar. She could not do it, and soon the pain made her double over and drop to the ground. Kyle was surprised that such a tiny piece of the mineral was deadly to Supergirl. He put it back in the box, let her recover for a while, then repeated the experiment with progressively smaller bits of the kryptonite until he found a piece that would weaken her without making her deathly ill. Sara took that tiny bit of the glowing green mineral and sewed it into a cloth belt. That night, Kara wore it as she lost her virginity. His hands went all over her body, arousing the young alien's passions. She was begging for satisfaction when his cock finally entered her pussy and broke her hymen. He plunged his dick deep into her vagina and felt her body respond. The walls of her opening pulled tight against the manhood pushing into her, but the mineral kept her weakened enough that she did not hurt him. She shuddered though sexual climaxes as she enjoyed his hands on her body and his penetration of her womanhood. She screamed and her body spasmed as he ejaculated deep inside her and she experienced a long, body-wracking orgasm. It was the first of several that night.
Part Ten
Another week passed. The worries that were going around the community of heroes were growing severe. Batgirl had been missing much too long. Those two young women from Nebraska were almost certainly in the hands of the same fiend. And now Supergirl, who had been trying very hard to track down what happened, seemed to have dropped out of sight. Superman and Batman were finding it hard to maintain any semblence of composure. Both were wracked with worry about what had happened. All the others in the JLA knew this matter was considered the most important problem on their agenda. But there seemed to be no trace of the missing women, no lead to whoever had taken them.
The Amazon Princess was most troubled by the loss of Supergirl and Batgirl. Both were dear friends of hers and she was terribly frustrated by the helplessness of the situation. She proceeded to Themyscira and entered the Shrine of Aphrodite. "Great Goddess, I beg your assistance. There are two young women who need your help. They are of the world of men, but I value each of them as a strong, honorable warrior woman who is the equal of any of the Amazons who worship you. Please help them in their time of need..." She gasped as the air in front of her shimmered, and a large ethereal figure appeared. The scarlet haired beauty in a pure white toga spoke as Wonder Woman dropped to her knees and bent her head forward. "Servant Diana, we have been most pleased in the past in the actions you have done as our champion. Now we charge you with a dangerous course of action. Your actions in dealing with the missing heroines will effect all of womankind and the peace of the world in the years to come." The Amazon Princess suddenly sensed in her mind the location of a farm in western Nebraska. She knew that this was where she had to go. "Thank you, Great Goddess! I will summon heroes I work with who will help me..." "NO!" Diana cringed as the goddess shouted down at her. "You are the chosen champion of the Gods of Mount Olympus. I charge you and you alone to go to the location I gave you and do what must be done. You are not to involve other mortals in this!" The diety vanished, and Wonder Woman turned to perform the task she had been assigned. She respected and worshipped the Goddess Aphrodite so much that she had no question about the strange request that she proceed alone.
The Amazon Princess landed in the farmyard and glanced left towards the barn. Through its partially open door she saw it held a white van. That seemed to be the type of vehicle reported involved in the case. She looked up at the house and wondered where everyone was. Who was the man or men behind this danger and how many women were prisoners here? She listened, and heard the sobbing of a woman in pain. It was coming from a basement window in the farmhouse. Diana strode towards the window, and dropped into the basement room where she stopped, startled at the sight of Barbara Gordon. The red-haired heroine was wearing only her cowl, and her arms were pulled over her head where they were chained to pipes by the ceiling. The bruises on her body showed she had been beaten while she hung there. Diana went over and put an arm around her friend, then with her other hand snapped the chains of restraint and lowered Batgirl to the floor. "By the Goddess, Batgirl! What kind of monster imprisoned you! I will get you out of here..." Batgirl struggled to bring her head up, and weakly murmured a reply. "No, Diana! You can't do that. He is my love, and I accept the punishment he gives me because eventually he shows me his mercy and makes love to me." Wonder Woman stared with mouth agape at Barbara's comments. What kind of mind control had she fallen subject to? What ever it was... Diana wrapped the loop of her lasso on Barbara's arm. "Batgirl, I order you to shake off the effects of any mind control that you have been subjected to. Clear your mind!" Batgirl blinked, and trembled in Diana's arms. The look of infatuation of her face was replaced with one of terrified horror. "Di... Diana? Oh god... what he did to me! He tortured me... He raped me... and the magic.... Every horrible thing he did and I just begged for more." She held Wonder Woman tight and cried on her friend's shoulder.
The sobbing that Diana heard masked the faint sound of a man in the doorway behind her. She held Barbara and spoke. "Hang on, you're safe now. I have you and will get you back to... ARGHH!" The arrow buried itself in Wonder Woman's back. The pain was intense. Batgirl raised her head from where it had been resting on Diana's shoulder, and saw Kyle in the doorway, holding the bow. She realised that Wonder Woman had been hit by one of those damned arrows. She struggled as she tried to get her weakened, pain-wracked body to get up. She had to run, to get away before... Diana was bent forward until the wound in her back disappeared and the enchantment came over her. As Barbara turned to try and get to the open window, the Slavemaster spoke. "Wonder Woman, my love, please grab Batgirl and bring her over here to me." Barbara felt the horror in her stomach as Diana clamped her fingers around her forearm and began to drag her dear friend back into slavery. Batgirl begged and pleaded with the Amazon Princess for mercy. But Diana could not believe anything that was said against the love of her life. He asked Diana to hold Batgirl's arms while his fingers violated her cunt. Barbara winced and knew worse was to come. And then one of those damned arrows would enslave her again.
After he had his way with Batgirl, who screamed at the roughness of her rape and beating, Kyle put an arrow into her and left her chained up once again in the laundry room. He took Wonder Woman upstairs and lead her to his bedroom. "So, Amazon, you are now my lover. Remove your clothing and display your body for me." Diana took off her bustier, belt, shorts, panties and boots. She stood in front of her master and slowly turned in place, exhibiting her body. Kyle was very impressed, but he hesitated. "You are super-strong, Wonder Woman. Is there any way your strength may hurt me when we make love?" He still recalled the fiasco of his first time with Supergirl. Diana explained how she was only as strong as a normal woman when she did not have her magic belt on. Hearing that. Kyle came up to her and moved his hands over the body he thought was sublime. One hand cupped her magnificent ass and the other squeezed and rubbed at one of her fantastic tits. He kissed and sucked on the other breast, running his tongue over the nipple. He pushed her towards the bed and she lay down, arms and legs wide, waiting for her lover. Kyle lay down next to her and ran his hands over her body. She was more beautiful than any woman he'd ever seen, and he had her all to himself. He kissed her on the lips, and their tongues probed each other. Then he again kissed, sucked and nibbled at her tits while his hand probed and entered her clit. Diana moaned and gasped while she moved under the touch of his attack on the sensitive parts of her body. His fingers felt her pussy oozing fluids, and he knew she was longing for insertion. So he moved up and eased his cock into her. She put her hands on his ass and pulled him into her hole, gasping with pleasure as she climaxed over and over with the reaction her body had for the man inside her. He pumped away and she grew breathless, panting at the waves of emotion running through her. When he finally ejaculated, she tightened every muscle in her body and squealed in reaction to the massive orgasm that shook her. He lay back on the bed, exhausted. The two college heroines were in the room, watching their master. He ordered Cornsilk to suck his cock to clean off the juices that covered it. He told Azure Angel to put her face to Diana's pussy and suck the woman to keep her excited. Supergirl was left to watch the cascade of sexual arousal from the doorway and she was driven to finger her own pussy and masturbate. When Cornsilk's actions revived the strength in his dick, he pushed Angel aside and returned his cock to Wonder Woman's love canal, where he again fucked her. She endured another deep satisfying orgasm as he again blew a load of sperm deep into her body.
After he had satisfied his carnal lust in the body of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, he questioned her about her powers, costume and equipment. He was curious about how Wonder Woman could have lifted the enchantment from Batgirl during the attempted rescue. He listened intently as Diana revealed everything about her tiara, belt, bracers and lasso. She told him about Themyscira and the Amazons who lived there. He picked up the golden lasso and placed it on Wonder Woman's shoulders. "You will take the feeling of love that the magic arrow gave you and you will feel that way forever. You will always obey my wishes and do anything you can to protect me from harm. I am your Slavemaster and you are my slave." He took the lasso to Azure Angel, Cornsilk, Supergirl, the farm lady and Batgirl and repeated the same words as orders for them. Now his control of these women was total and permanent. He had planned to return to the basement to beat Batgirl with a broomstick until she was bloody and bruised from head to toe. But instead he sat in the living room. A course of action was forming in his mind. A plan so fantastic that he wondered how a punk like him had been able to get so far.
Part Eleven
Wonder Woman's invisible robot plane landed on Paradise Island. She returned the salutes of her sisters on guard duty and entered the palace. When she knocked on the door of her mother's room, Queen Hyppolita welcomed her daughter in and came to embrace her. As they hugged each other, the Queen asked. "Daughter, it is good to see you. Have you made any progress finding the missing friends you were so concerned about?" "Yes, mother. I found the ladies I sought. And I found much more..." Hippolyta smiled. She knew her daughter had developed close friendships with people in the outside world, especially the young women who were also champions for justice in the man's world. The queen had the pleasure to meet some of them who had visited Paradise Isle in the past, and had been very impressed by them. She wasn't sure, but as far as she could remember this woman who wore a costume of a bat had not ever been a visitor. But then the Queen frowned and looked over at Diana. She had known her daughter for hundreds of years, and something about her tone and bearing didn't seem right. "Diana, is there something else bothering you? You seem..." Hippolyta heard a sound at the doorway to the balcony of her bedroom. She glanced over and gasped in shock. A man! Here on Paradise Island! She was about to cry out to summon her guards from right outside her room, but Diana came up behind her and clamped her left arm around her mother's neck. Her right hand clamped tight over her mother's mouth, preventing any alarm being raised. Hyppolyta struggled, but had no chance against her daughter who wore the magic belt of strength. Restrained, the Queen saw with horror that the man who had entered her quarters was holding the bow and quiver of Eros. She recognized the items, as she was very knowledgable about the inhabitants of Olympus. She was appalled at the sight of such power in the hands of a mortal man. She was forced to watch as he notched an arrow, drew the bow, and fired at her. The arrow hit her, she felt the pain, and then the magic took over her mind.
Diana released her hold on her mother, and the Queen walked over to Kyle and dropped to her knees and bowed her head. "I love you, sir." He looked down at her and smiled. He held out a hand and Diana handed him the golden lasso. He placed it over Hyppolita's neck and spoke to her. "I order you to permanently hold great affection for me. You will offer your body to me and do anything I ask of you from now on. Your greatest priorities will be to protect me and do everything in your power to follow my orders. Do you agree?" The queen's head came up, and she responded, "Yes, Master." He coiled up the lasso and handed it back to Wonder Woman. Then he ordered his new slave. "You will call me Slavemaster. Remove your clothes and get on the bed." He joined her there and admired her body. She was nearly as beautiful as her daughter. His hands went over her, arousing her passions. Then her mounted her and pumped his cock into her pussy. Driven by magic, her passionate body twitched with climax after climax and shuddered with the waves of pleasure as an orgasm ran through her body. When he finished, he had Diana come over and lick his cock and balls clean. As his member began to tighten once again, he ordered the queen to strip away her daughter's shorts and panties. Then he moved to plunge his stiff dick into Diana and pump her for a quick eruption. He lay on the bed and smiled. The royal family of the Amazons, mother and daughter were his. And this was just the start. The trio got dressed, and he gave orders.
The queen's guards were summoned into her bedchambers, one at a time. Each time, the magic lasso was used to stop any resistence and then he repeated the exact same set of orders he had given to the Queen. He paused to fuck an occasional one of the ravishing young women, but there were so many that he stopped taking the time to do so. Once he was done, they would all be his. It took quite a while, but after several days the last Amazon entered the bedchamber and became a slave.
Part Twelve
It was big news all over the globe. The Amazon nation was going to open a closer relationship with the outside world. They would have embassies in cities to spread the message of peace and love to the rest of mankind, and would allow people to visit Paradise Island for recreation and contemplation. One of the mysterious little known spots of the globe would become a resort where the rich and powerful could lounge on the beach.
Clark Kent and Lois Lane were waiting for the aircraft to start to board. This first flight to Paradise Island was scheduled to take members of the media to promote the planned opening of the island to the world. Clark saw a large number of other noted press individuals. Then over in a nearby airport lounge he spotted another group. He walked over to the area and tapped a man on the shoulder. "Hi Bruce, what are you doing here?" Bruce Wayne smiled. "Hi, Clark. Part of this flight will be potential investors who have been offered a chance to invest in the hotels and facilities that will be built for tourism at Themyscira. The rich want to get in on this, as it appears this will be the newest, hippest place for the rich and famous to vacation. It's a big opportunity to invest in a sure thing." Clark looked around and saw a number of the wealthiest people of the world. Brenda Wade, the media-billionaire from Delta City, was over in a corner talking to Lex Luthor. "When we get there, Bruce, I think we will have to get some time with Diana to see what brought this about. It's unusual for the Amazons to do this all of a sudden." Batman nodded. and Superman walked back over to where Lois was talking with a reporter she knew from Europe. She had noticed Clark speaking to the Gotham City billionaire, and asked what was up. He told her about the financial manuvering, and she said it made sense.
They landed on Paradise Island, finding an airport that had just been built. Each visitor emerged and received a pair of beautiful Amazon maidens as companions. They were moving about with a young woman pressed tight on each shoulder. Clark asked if he could meet with Princess Diana, and his two companions said they were sure it could be arranged. Sure enough, Clark was taken to a room in the palace where Diana was waiting. She spread her arms wide and walked up to him, embracing her friend. "Clark, I am so happy to see you!" Clark hugged her and said, "Yes, Diana, it is good to be here. I wanted to..." He felt the lasso touch him and would have moved to get out of its loop, but Diana, with the belt of strength giving her the power to hold down the world's most powerful man, held him fast. A man behind him spoke. "You will forever obey my orders, Superman. Oh yes, Kent, I know your identity. Wonder Woman was kind enough to reveal every secret about her companions in the Justice League. From this day forward you want more than anything to protect me from any harm and to work to complete any project I give you. If you become aware of any individual working against my plans you will stop him or her from doing so. You now feel that sexual openness is a good thing and will encourage this idea. In your guise as a reporter you will push this policy. As Superman you will serve my interests. I know you will do everything I ask, but I still want to encourage you, my slave. Tell me, down deep, who have you lusted after?" Superman could not hold back his deepest secret. "I have always had longings for two women -- my fellow reporter, Lois Lane and for Wonder Woman." Diana, still standing next to Kal-el, was surprised at this admission. Kyle turned to the Amazon Princess. "Go and get the reporter for Superman. Tell her your mother wishes to offer her an interview. That will grab her interest. Bring her here."
Only a few minutes later, Lois entered the room with Diana and at once sensed something was amiss. "Clark? What's up? Who is this guy? I thought I was going to see Queen Hippolyta." Kyle laughed. "You will do as you are told, slave. Superman, strip her." Clark came at Lois and his hand began to tear away at her clothes. "Clark! What are you doing!" She screamed, and in her vain attempts to fight back she clawed at his chest. His shirt tore away and she saw the blue shirt with a red "S" he wore. "Superman? NO! STOP!" But soon Lois stood naked before the others, Superman holding one of her wrists tight enough for her to wince. Kyle told Superman to strip, and Lois cringed as she saw him obey. She was even more terrified when she saw the hero had an aroused, erect cock as he stared at her naked, helpless body. But Kyle handed the golden lasso to Diana and began to take off his clothes. "Wait, Superman. You can have her, but first I think I'd like to fuck the woman Superman loves. She is a really lovely lady. Hold her there" Kyle came at her with his erect cock and she furiously wiggled, trying to avoid her rape. "Superman, you are not holding her still enough. I think her crotch would not bounce around so much if you put your cock up her ass." Lois screamed as her dearest friend obeyed the order and pushed his member up her dry, un-lubricated rectum. She arched her back and put her head back, trying to live through the pain. Tears ran down her face. But it worsened as Kyle plunged his dick into her pussy. She was held in place as the Slavemaster pumped himself in and out of the reporter's cunt. Superman's hands came around from in back of her and rubbed and massaged her breasts. Kyle grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his, kissing her on the lips. She sobbed as she felt him come inside her. Then he backed away. "Very enjoyable. I can see why you wanted her, Superman. Take her and enjoy it. Wonder Woman, give me the lasso and join them in bed. Pleasure the Man of Steel until I need you two later." He planned to use the lasso on Lane as well as all the media people. They would spread his message of sexual promiscuity and acceptance of prostitution. But that could wait until after Superman was finished raping her.
Part Thirteen
In another room Bruce Wayne, Brenda Wade, Lex Luthor and the other millionaires were being shown plans for resorts and grand hotels that would be built on the beaches of Paradise Island. Queen Hippolyta's presentation was brief. Everyone of the people she had been talking to were already prepared to invest heavily in the project. The individuals broke up and were escorted through the rooms of the palace, each being catered to by the two beautiful companions they had. Bruce noted that Max Campbell, the west coast software whiz, slipped a hand into the top of one of his guides and caressed her breast. Bruce was shocked when he saw the Amazon press herself closer to the man and kiss him passionately. The Dark Knight now really wanted to see Diana about what was really going on. He would never have expected an Amazon warrior woman to act in that manner. He was told that he would see the Princess, but when he was ushered into a room, a man standing there flipped the golden lasso over Bruce and ordered him to stand quietly. With the two powerful Amazon warriors that hed been his escort holding his arms, he'd had no chance to avoid the lasso. Kyle moved close to Bruce and spoke. "Hello, Batman. You are now working for me. I order you to forever be my willing slave and obey any order I may give you. From this day forward you want more than anything to protect me from any harm and to work to complete any project I give you. If you become aware of any individual working against my plans you will stop him or her from doing so. The Wayne millions will help to pay for the most luxurious vacation spot of earth here at Themyscira. But it is not an investment. Everyone will think you are part owner in the enterprise, but I will be the head of this empire. Like your friend Superman, I don't really need to reward you for your service, but I would enjoy seeing you sexually active in my service. So I have a gift for you." Kyle pointed to the bed, where Barbara Gordon lay, naked except for her Batgirl cowl. With the lasso still on Batman's shoulders, Kyle added another command. "You will love her passionately, and will also do so with other women I will give you. As soon as Catwoman, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn fall into my hands, you will be allowed to enjoy their bodies." Kyle left to handle his next target, while Bruce stripped naked and climbed into the bed with Batgirl.
Lex Luthor looked about intently as he was taken around the palace. The investment was a sure-thing, and he was going to put some of his money into the project. But her wondered what else was in place here. The lasso answered his questions. But he was forced to be the Slavemaster's minion. He would do nothing to obstruct Kyle Grayson's plans and would put up a large amount of cash. As a bonus, Kyle put him to bed with Supergirl. Even without the orders given while under the loop of the lasso, Luthor would have enjoyed that.
Brenda Wade moved about realising the investment was the best offer she'd come across in years. All of the tycoons invited here were going to invest heavily. Even if it wasn't such a good deal, the men like Bruce Wayne and Max Campbell would have been convinced by the lovely companions who were provided to them. Which is why the woman who was secretly Ms. Americana was puzzled. In her crimefighting activities, she'd encountered Wonder Woman a few times and always found the bitch to be pompous and straight-laced as on old librarian. The whole Amazon crowd was always to be said to have the same hang-ups. The Amazon Princess had always been brutally critical about the Delta City heroines, their outfits and their problems. So why was this big makeover happening? Brenda moved to another meeting with Queen Hippolyta, and during the discussion, suddenly a golden lasso dropped over her head and held her. A man behind her spoke. "Ms. Wade, or shall I say Ms. Americana, I welcome you to the new world order. You will forever follow the orders I am giving you now. You will find me extremely sexually attractive. You will obey any order I give you. From this day forward you want more than anything to protect me from any harm and to work to complete any project I give you. If you become aware of any individual working against my plans you will stop him or her from doing so. The Wade millions will be donated to me to help to pay for the most luxurious vacation spot of earth here at Themyscira. All over the world the Amazon embassies will be established in major cities. Each will actually be a exquisite brothel manned by a bevy of gorgeous Amazon maidens and noted local women. The Delta City establishment will be run by you and you will also serve as one of the whores. I plan to capture the rest of the bitches in Delta City and use them for similar work. You will all make me extremely rich and powerful. The women will be my slaves. The men will either be controlled by these women or trapped into service to me by the power of the golden lasso!"
Part Fourteen
The embassies opened all over the world and were hugely successful. Men came to fuck the most beautiful of all women as the enslaved Amazons obeyed the orders given by their Slavemaster. The Delta City embassy offered the bodies of Ms. Americana, Got-Gal, Lady Midnight and Omega Woman as added enducements to the customers. In Gotham City men could fuck Batgirl, Catwoman, Harley Quinn or Poison Ivy whenever they liked, and Bruce Wayne was a customer nearly every night. In Omaha, Azure Angel and Cornsilk were whores in the embassy where Vindicatrix, who also had been captured, worked with them. Hawkgirl, Vixen, Zatanna, Scarlet Witch, She-Hulk and Spider Woman had been subjected to the golden lasso and taken their places in the legal bordellos. Local authorities could do nothing as the buildings were soveriegn dimplomatic territory of the Amazon Nation, not subject to the laws of the locality.
And opposition was crumbling. Besides the heroines who were being captured, each night Superman, Wonder Woman and Supergirl were sent out to bring individuals back to Themyscira. Politicians, important media spokespeople and religious leaders were seized and taken to the island where the golden lasso forced them to be supporters of the Slavemaster's new world order. In many localities so many of the men in charge were under Kyle's control that prostitution became legal. Then Kyle spread his influence further and gang lords were given magic orders to follow the whim of the Slavemaster. Whores everywhere were now working for him. The richest, most famous people came to Paradise Island to relax and be seen at the most opulant resort that ever existed. While there, many were caught by the golden lasso. Every person who was subjected to the lasso was told to follow his orders and do anything to move ahead the agenda of the Slavemaster. Governments were obeying his orders. Rulers and religious leaders in the third world were seized and began to preach for sex, not war. Military budgets disappeared, and the money went to the Slavemaster.
An aircraft landed at the Themyscira Airport and disgorged its passengers. The men and women came out of the plane and gazed in smiling amazement at the wonderous resort pleasure destination they had arrived at. But two women came down the walkway of the terminal and went off to a secluded spot on the edge of the city. Dinah Lance and Helena Bertinelli were trying to investigate how a world could have changed so much. Black Canary glanced out the door. "We may have to hide here until dark." Huntress scowled. "And then what? I'm still waiting for you to come clean, Canary. You said we might be able to do some good here. If we are up against the strongest characters in the world, what good can the two of us do?" Canary sat down and looked over at Helena. "In the JLA, you never had a top clearance. I got it just in time to get access to the Doomsday Files. They were filled with information about threats that could endanger the entire world, and all the info the JLA had to counter these threats. The thinnest of those files was the gold file. It simply described how Wonder Woman's golden lasso, in the wrong hands, could make anyone do anything. The file just said that if people started to do things they would never do, the lasso could be the cause. Considering what has happened to the world and the connection to Paradise Isle, we have to try to stop it here." Huntress' face was pale as she gasped. "Oh god... the Question never had clearance for those files, but he read them anyway. After the Amazon embassies opened and our friends started working in them as whores, we went into hiding. He said he had a lead and had to come to Paradise Island to check it out. When he came back, he insisted everything was fine and that I would see that if I came here with him. The way he was acting scared me and I told him I agreed, but when he was preparing our trip, I ducked out on him. I haven't known what to do. Finally when you suggested we come here. I was scared, but decided to try it." Canary sighed. "Well, practically everybody we could trust may be under the control of whoever is using the lasso. But the one thing that can help us would be the lasso. If we get it we can just order them to ignore the previous commands. If we find it..."
The pair waited for dark, then slipped into the palace. They moved about, and saw Superman land in the courtyard, holding a man who was struggling. Huntress whispered. "That is probably somebody brought here to be subjected to the lasso. Which means we're close!" Canary smiled. "So we have a chance!" They saw which way Kal-el carried the man, and his protesting was loud enough that they could sense where in the palace the man was being taken. They were close when the shouting stopped. The two women ducked out of sight as Superman walked by with the fellow, who now seemed very happy. Canary whispered. "That's Hector Alizano, a high government official from Mexico. One more official who is now a puppet for the person behind all of this. Come on -- they were in that end room." The pair advanced to the door, opened it a crack, and went in. On a table was a golden rope. Huntress darted forward and grabbed it. "Got it!" Dinah smiled, but as she approached Helena, she paused. She'd seen the lasso hanging on Wonder Woman's hip so many times. And this one didn't look right. It was rope painted gold. But it didn't have the mystic glow she'd seen on the real one. She was about to warn Huntress when the door smashed open and a naked Supergirl sped in. Kara grabbed Black Canary by the throat and held her tight. Huntress came over and flipped the lasso she had on the Kryptonian but her orders were ignored. Kara's other hand locked around Helena's throat. Kyle Grayson was zipping up his trousers as he entered the room with four Amazon guardswomen who moved up and seized Huntress and the Canary. "A fake lasso, to trap anyone who came here looking for the real one. There was a silent alarm that went off as soon as you touched it. I was making love to Supergirl and told her to take off her kryptonite belt and catch the intruder. We've been looking for you two." Princess Diana entered the room and handed the real golden lasso to the Slavemaster. He wrapped it around the arm of Black Canary and gave her the same set of orders he'd used on many others to transform her into his willing slave. During this Huntress stared with horror at the transformation of her companion. The Amazons held her in place, and Kyle turned and did the same to Helena. When both of them had been tamed, he smiled. "Business is so good in Gotham City that we are opening a second embassy. Huntress, you will be installed there as a whore to be fucked by the men who once feared you. Batgirl has been getting a lot of business from the members of the underworld. I am sure you will do the same. And you, my bird-lady, will be sent to work in my embassy in Washington. The politicians always enjoy a beautiful blonde fuck. You will fly out to your employment tomorrow. Tonight I will have my way with you." And the two newly enslaved heroines bowed to Kyle and spoke in unison. "Yes, Slavemaster."
Part Fifteen
Kyle sat on the marble throne in the great hall of the palace. Conquering the entire world was a lot of work, so he was taking a night off just to enjoy himself. Queen Hippolyta lay on the dias in front of the throne, serving as a footrest to her master. On one side stood the naked figure of Supergirl, on the other side Storm's nude form stood quietly. Both of them stood ready to serve the Slavemaster's needs. In front of the throne a dozen Amazons danced seductively alowing their unclad bodies to tease and arouse the men who were there. To the right Superman stood, a personal guard for the ruler of the world. As he stood there. Wonder Woman was in front of him, on her knees, sucking his cock. In the room were nearly a hundred gang lords and organized crime figures who were there to see the power that Kyle Grayson was able to weild. Far in the back of the room Giovana Danati was chained to the wall. The man who once wanted Kyle Grayson killed had been castrated and was now watching the men in the room take turns raping his daughter. Each man who did so was handsomely paid by the Slavemaster. There were also rows of women along the sides of the room, who were offering their bodies to the men who were the Slavemaster's guests. A third of the men were under the control of the golden lasso, and the rest were impressed enough by what they were seeing that they would willingly co-operate. Some of the pussies offered for entertainment tonight were Amazons, but there were also a number of heroines who had been recently captured and tamed by the lasso. Once the night was over Star Girl, Lady Blackhawk, Fly Girl, Mary Marvel, Black Cat, Crimson Fox, Fire and Ice would be shipped out to work in various embassies. Customers at the Paris embassy had been asking when Crimson Fox would be available, and in Los Angeles there were men who really wanted to get their dicks into the red haired Black Cat.
The Slavemaster looked out on the activities in the hall and he relished the power he had. Every man in the world obeyed him, every woman was his to take. Suddenly the women dancing in front of the throne scattered. The air there swirled and two ethereal forms began to appear. First he saw a tall, fantastically beautiful raven-haired woman in a pure white robe. She looked at him with disgust and anger in her face. Alongside her appeared a second figure, scarlet tressed and even more gorgeous. The two figures turned in place, looking over the hall. Then they stopped, staring at Kyle Grayson. Queen Hippolyta, Wonder Woman and all of the Amazons were all laying on the floor, face down. They were crying out their devotion to the Goddeses of Olympus, Hera and Aphrodite, who had appeared in their midst. Their wailing irritated Kyle so he shouted. "Shut up!" The room grew silent. The ethereal figures moved -- not walking, but gliding through the air -- to the dias in front of the throne. The Slavemaster sat there and stared at them. Hera stuck out her arm and a finger pointed at Kyle. "Worm of a disgusting mortal, how dare you deign to do such horrid things to the women of this world? To bend good and righteousness by the perverted use of the artifacts of the Gods? The Amazon nation was a sacred pool of worshipers for the Goddesses of Olympus and you would use them as base whores. The young woman who commands the magic of the Wizard Shazam is devoted to six Goddesses and serves as a champion of goodness, yet you would trap her and cause her misery and pain for your own pleasure. And Diana, the greatest of the Amazons, was given the task of serving the Goddesses of Olympus as a great champion, not to be debased by your evil schemes."
Kyle looked up and unlike any other person on Earth in this situation, he fought the fear he felt in his heart. These figures were more powerful than anything on Earth, but he saw they were women. And any woman could be his slave. He was the Slavemaster, ruler of the world. Resting on one side of the throne were the coils of the golden lasso. Sitting on the other side was Cupid's bow and the quiver of arrows. As Hera spoke, she gestured about the room for emphisis. Kyle reached down and pulled two arrows out the quiver. he moved them up and held one in each hand. When the Goddesses attention was not on him... He lunged forward, aiming the points of the mystic arrows at the ethereal females.
From the midst of the room there was a shout. "Goddesses, LOOK OUT!" At once, Hera spun and moved swifter than any mortal. Her hands grabbed at the wrists of the man and stopped his attack less than an inch from drawing blood. Her face twisted in rage. "YOU WOULD DO GREVIOUS HARM TO US?!" Kyle screamed and dropped the arrows from his fingers as she squeezed her hands and crushed the bones of his wrists like twigs. Compelled by the orders they had received through the lasso, Superman, Wonder Woman, Queen Hippolyta, Storm, Supergirl and the Amazon women rushed towards the being attacking the man who had enslaved them. But a simple wave of Aphrodite's hand froze the mortals in place and she gestured with her hands in such a way that the enchantment of the lasso was cancelled out. All in the room felt the pressure pound in their minds and dropped to the floor. Kyle looked up at the Goddesses, the pain wracking his body. But he did not show any regret in his expression. He had almost won. It had been so close. Hera waved a hand at him. "The mortals could not possibly punish you sufficiently for the crimes you have committed. I will arrange for that." The figure of Kyle Grayson shimmered and vanished.
He appeared in a large cavern somewhere. His wrists still hurt like hell, and he didn't have any idea where he'd been sent. The heat was intense, and he saw on the other side of the cavern a pool of glowing red lava. He was going to try to struggle to his feet when three beautiful naked women came up to him. He realized he was naked, and he began to get aroused by these beauties. One spoke. "Look, sisters, he wants us. Shall we pleasure him?" The one who spoke bent down and put her lips against his, while he saw a second one bend down to bring her mouth to his cock. The last of the trio looked down at him and opened her mouth wide to laugh. He saw with horror the mouth was lined with flames, the forked tongue also ablaze. The pair who had him put their lips of flame on his cock and to his mouth. His dick and balls burned and he felt the tongue of fire enter his mouth. The flames burned him with extreme pain, but did not consume him. They were meant to last forever and give him an eternity of suffering. He suddenly realised where -- in hell -- he was.
Back in the great hall of the palace of Themyscira, people were trying to recover from the dissolution of the spell that had held them in slavery. Diana held her mother close as the Queen sobbed over the horrors that had been subjected to the Amazon nation. Each of them remembered every single thing they had been forced to do while entralled. The Goddess Hera looked out over the crowd and asked. "Which of you shouted that warning? You have performed a service for the greater good and are due a boon." Jonathan Grayson stepped up. "Ahh... that was me. I didn't want anymore harm to be done." Kyle had snuck into the group of crooks who had been invited to Themyscira for the celebration. He had come to suspect that it was his brother behind all of the things that were happening and he wanted to try to stop him. He thought he might get close enough to kill his brother before the enchanted bodyguards reacted and cut him down. Hera looked down at him. "You! The one who stole the weapon of Eros and started this whole sorry affair. I think the only reward you shall get today will be forgiveness for your past crime." Hera and Aphrodite clasped hands and concentrated their magic to send it over the entire world, cancelling the effects of the golden lasso and removing most of the orders that people had been compelled to do. Their mending of the minds of the world's people was not perfect. There were so many minds to contact, and Aphrodite subtley twisted the effects of the spell as it went out into the world. Hera wondered why her sister was not properly concentrating, but felt that the work they did was sufficient. The two Goddesses faded from this world and returned to Olympus.
Part Sixteen
With the end of Kyle Grayson's attempt to become the ruler of the entire world, people tried to get back to normal. But even the work of the goddesses could not put everything back to exactly what it was. People exposed to harsh, blatant sexuality still remembered everything they had experienced and some were not capable of going back to the lifestyle they once had. Heroes and heroines remembered the passion they had been given and regretted its loss. When the Amazons who had been working in the embassy brothels were offered a chance to return to Paradise Island, many refused. They wanted to stay in man's world. Legalized prostitution was to be repealed, but an unusual assortment of people balked at this.
In Gotham City, Bruce Wayne sat in his living room with the events of the recent past running through his mind. As he did so, the doorbell ran. Alfred answered the door and brought visitors into the room. Bruce looked up and saw the two women, Barbara Gordon and Selina Kyle, and he cocked his head to the side. "Is there something you require, ladies?" Both of the ladies unbuttoned and removed their coats, Batgirl revealed lace panties and a bra and Catwoman stood there in a see-through purple baby doll. Batgirl smiled and answered. "Oh, yes, Bruce, you have something we really want. And we can provide you with something in return. Interested?" Bruce returned the smile, and got up to lead the ladies to his master bedroom.
In Delta City, Ms. Americana and Lady Midnight met while patroling the city. The Queen of Justice embraced her friend and asked, "Well how are you holding up? It was a real ordeal." The Dark Skinned Damsel frowned. "Yes, many people, especially the costumed crime-fighters, are really wondering what they will do with their lives." Ms. Americana returned to her penthouse apartment, changed out of her costume and sat down to watch the evening news. But suddenly she saw a tall man in scarlet tights and cape appear in her living room and level a gun at her. "Scorpio! How did you get in here? What do you want?" The red-clad villian chuckled. "You'll soon see what I want from you, Brenda Wade! Get in the bedroom!" Brenda gasped, but did not try to challenge the gun leveled at her. He came up behind her and marched her to the large, lush bedroom. With a gun at her head, he ordered her to strip, then had her lay back on the bed where he tied her wrists and ankles, leaving her spread wide and at his mercy. Then he stripped off his own outfit, and Brenda gasped at the sight of his huge cock, erect and ready to impale her. He got on the bed and massaged and sucked at her imposing breasts while one hand went to tease and titillate her pussy. She wiggled and moaned as her body grew excited. "Damn you, you bastard, how dare you take such liberties with me!" He smiled, and reached over to the side table. From a drawer he pulled the mask of Ms. Americana and placed it on her face. "Not just with you, Ms. Wade, but with both of your identities. Media millionaire and buxom super-heroine. I mean to have both of you!" She screamed, "NO!" But he moved up and thrust his cock into her well lubricated pussy. She felt him pump deep and she shuddered with the passion that ran through her. He fucked her slowly, and with every stroke she grew more excited. He came in her, plunging deep to plant his seed, and as soon as he did so she arched her back and squealed with a massive orgasm. Scorpio got up and re-donned his uniform. As he turned to leave, Brenda called to him. "This isn't over, Scorpio. We will meet again and next time I will be the victor! Next time I will come out on top!" The red-clad villian turned at the door and smiled back at the woman he'd bedded. "Ok, Brenda, that's fair. Tomorrow night you get to tie me up."
On Paradise Island, Princess Diana listened to and participated in discussions among her Amazon sisters as they tried to come to grips with sex and love and what they were going to do, now that they had been exposed to lovemaking in the man's world. The majority were very vocal in the belief that they should not give it up. They wondered if men should be allowed to continue to visit the island or if the Amazons should be allowed to travel to man's world to satisfy their yearnings. But Diana was really worried about her mother. Queen Hippolyta was spending her time in a daze, troubled by her actions during the crisis and the sensual feelings that she still was experiencing. Diana tried to talk to the Queen, but her mother was depressed and didn't really want to talk about it. Finally Wonder Woman left the island and went to the Justice League Watchtower. She went to the command center, but didn't find who she wanted to see. Green Arrow and Black Canary were working the consoles, and she spoke to them about her mother's state of mind. After a conversation for awhile, she felt she had to do something to keep the depression from coming over her, too. As Diana left, she greeted two other League members who were just coming up to take over the watch on the consoles. Flash walked in with Fire, one arm on her shoulders, the other resting on her belly. The speedster paused and kissed the Brazillian Beauty. Fire giggled. "I hope our period of monitor duty passes quickly. I look forward to getting back to your quarters, Wally!"
Diana flew to Metropolis and landed on the roof of an apartment building. She felt certain needs running through her body as she rang the bell of one of the apartments. The door opened and Clark Kent stood there in a terrycloth bathrobe. She embraced her friend, and spoke. "Clark, I really need to get together with you tonight. Do you mind?" Clark frowned, and stammered. "Oh... well... Diana I just..." But then a woman's voice came from behind Superman. Diana glanced over and saw Lois Lane, naked except for a towel around her waist, standing with wet hair in the bedroom doorway. "She sounds like she needs it, Kal. Your bed is big enough for three, darling. Let's invite her to stay." So Diana went over and embraced Lois, and the three moved to the bedroom and got in bed. Lois and Kal peeled Diana's costume off her. Then Lois fingered the Amazon Princess' pussy as Kal-el kissed Diana and massaged her breasts. Soon Diana felt her cunt moisten and throb for sex, and Superman brought himself over to insert his cock into her. He pumped slowly and Diana felt the blessed waves of pleasure move over her time and again. Lois reached down and stroked Wonder Woman's clitoris furiously and sucked one of her breasts until Diana shuddered while a deep, satisfying orgasm ran through her. A short time later Kal came into her, and she twiched her body as a second orgasm brought her fantastic pleasure. Superman then moved to satisfy Lois' sexual hunger. He continued to alternate between the ladies for hours that night, and all three of them were very satisfied by the time the sun came up.
Princess Diana left to fly back to Themyscira. She was greatly relieved by her latest night of passion with Kal-el, but she was starting to worry once more about her mother. When she got home she went to the Queen's quarters and knocked on the door before she walked in. Diana stopped as she found her mother was sitting up in bed with her arms locked around a bearded blonde man. He looked over and Wonder Woman recognized him. "Oliver! What the... I thought you and Black Canary were serious. How could you..." Her stunned comments were interrupted as she heard a woman's amused laughter. On the other side of the bed, behind the Queen and Green Arrow, she saw a movement of the sheets and knew another figure was there, out of sight. She was wondering who it could be when she saw on the floor a pair of fish-net stockings draped over Green Arrow's quiver. Queen Hippolyta turned to her daughter, smiling as Oliver Queen's hand cupped one of her breasts. "Diana, if you wish to speak to me about something, I am sure we can find time later today. Right now, I wish some privacy." Diana bowed and backed out of the room. She smiled, as she was very happy to see her mother had found a way to escape her depression.
As Diana walked down the corridor, there was a shimmering in the air, and suddenly a figure appeared before her. Wonder Woman recognized the Olympian goddess, Aphrodite, and dropped to her knees. She bowed her head. "Great Goddess! I am humbled by your presence. Is there a task you have for me?" The Goddess of Love placed a hand on the head of the Amazon Princess. "No, valued servant. I merely wanted to see you in person and tell you we are very pleased by your actions. Now that the crisis has been averted, I am happy that the Amazon Nation shall learn to deal with their enhanced sexual interests. As you all become more closely involved in the rest of the world's peoples, you shall help to spread a lifestyle of peace and love that will make this a better world." Diana contemplated this. "That would be wonderful, Great Aphrodite. It is unusual that even the horrid events of the recent past can end up providing us with a positive improvement." She sensed as the diety phased out and disappeared, and when she looked up she was alone.
Back in Olympus, Aphrodite considered Wonder Woman's statement. Was there a chance that Diana might deduce what the Goddess had done? It was a dangerous, difficult path of events that Aphrodite had moved the world through. But it was a way to affect the course of global events, to bring peace and love to all people. Aphrodite had tried to steer world attitudes once before. Back in the 60's and 70's, she had spread her agenda of love and sex to try to bring about a new world. But her work was stymied by actions that appeared. Sexual repression from various sources, diseases that made sexual contact a threat, and regimes that treated women badly. This meant someone had been working against her. She suspected Ares. Uneasiness and strife brought war, which was what he wanted. Now she had influenced that nasty little mortal to use the bow and the lasso to bring about major change. She had been lucky that the other mortal cried out that warning. If not, she would have moved to stop the Slavemaster's attacks against her and Hera, her sister. She would be more careful this time to watch over her plans for a kinder, more loving Earth. The Amazon Nation and many mortals had been subjected to great horrors to get the plan to move to the conclusion she wanted. There were several individuals besides Diana who had suffered greatly in the course of what Aphrodite had set into motion. That notable young woman who wore the bat costume had not deserved the trials she had endured. Aphrodite resolved to do something for the girl. She had already arranged for the man who Barbara Gordon had been subconciously infatuated in to become her lover. That would assure her a life of romance and passion, a nice compensation for the misery.
---< Author's Note >---
In the first version of THE HEROINE TRAP, I allowed heroines to be enslaved by a man for his sexual pleasure, then allowed the story to conclude with the premise that he was such a good man down deep that they learned to love him and he loved them until everybody was so damned happy it was enough to make you puke. But at the end of that tale I did raise the question, what if this guy wasn't a nice guy, but a real stinker? Here in this twisted tale, that's exactly what I created. He is a nasty mean bastard who nobody could stand if he was real. But he gets pretty far and is stopped by an amazing event that then reveals a startling secret behind all the events that happened. I hope some of you enjoy this story, the plot twists and the work I did getting it all put together.
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