Mary Marvel has been granted the grace of Selena, the strength of Hippolyta, the skill of Ariadne, the fleetness of Zephyrus, the stamina of Atlas, the beauty of Aurora, the wisdom of Minerva, and the courage of Achilles, to battle evil and injustice.
DISCLAIMER:
This is a work of fan fiction. It is offered for free to all who are legally allowed, and so inclined to read it. No copyright infringement is intended. The characters are owned by Warner Communications Inc. (at least they are now, since DC publishing sued Fawcett Publications back in the 50's to kill off the Marvel Family, and later acquired the rights to those characters). Since it contains some violence and 'adult' situations it should not be read by anyone under the chronological age of 21 (nor over the mental age of about 12).
SYNOPSIS:
Mary Marvel, the World's Mightiest Girl, and a couple of other well known DC superheroines are coerced into spending a weekend as servants of Georgia Sivana, the World's Wickedest Girl, who has set up a convention for the distaff side of world supervilliany. Much ensues.
THE INVITATION:
Mary Marvel, the World's Mightiest Girl, stood cringing before a large plasma video display, eyes wide in horror, fists pressed to her teeth, body bent in tortuous empathy with the nearly life-sized figure on the screen.
"Mary, is that you?!?!?. . ." called the full fidelity, surround-sound, agonized gasp of the terribly contorted red, blue and gold clad super heroine on the display. "G-Get away!!!. . . G-Get. . . out of there now!!!. . . D-don't let them do this to you!!!. . . R-run!! Aaaarrrgghhh!!!!. . ." Supergirl lapsed into incoherence, groaning through her tightly clenched jaws.
Mary saw her friend was bound with glowing green restraints in a back-breaking posture. The tormented heroine was breast down on a small, waist-high platform. Her red booted feet had been drawn over her shoulders to be shackled to the platform, a couple of feet apart on either side of her head. Her chin was pressed up by a shallow cup that was fastened to her head by straps. Although her arms and hands were free, they were of little use, serving only to flutter in pain or slap the platform as unheeded signals of surrender. The poor girl's back was bent so far that her butt actually touched her head! Her skirt draped uselessly over her back while her tightly stretched leotard, having been pulled in between her magnificent butt cheeks, stretched tightly over her pudendum, which was clearly outlined under the thin, blue material.
"Kara!! Kara!!. . .", wailed Mary. "Where are you?!?!? We'll come and get you!!! Don't give up!! Kara!!!"
"She doesn't know where she is.", put in the unkempt, brown-haired, bespectacled girl off to Mary's right. "Soon she may not even know WHO she is!!", giggled the evil Georgia Sivana.
Mary and Georgia had been at each others' throats, metaphorically speaking, since the beginning. The Sivana family, hell bent on world conquest using their fantastic scientific and technological skills, would probably have succeeded long before this if it hadn't been for the Marvel Family, narrowly thwarting them at every turn. None-the-less, when Mary had seen the skywriting "Mary Marvel! I need your help! G.S.", followed by the small ad in the 'Personals' section of the paper "W.M.G. desperately needed! Please come to old Fawcett mansion Saturday morning. G.S.", she suspected a trap, but was intriqued by the effrontery of the 'bait'.
Early on the chilly, clear late April morning, a single lightning stroke flashed down, transforming Mary Bromfield into the World's Strongest Girl, Mary Marvel! Mary flew the couple of miles from her home to the Fawcett mansion. The great marble edifice spread below her like a seashell on a golf green. The well manicured grounds and woods of the estate were surrounded by a high stone wall that completely hid it from casual eyes. Mary had landed on the white marble steps before massive roman columns supporting an intricately carved facade. Just in the shadow between pillars was the pasty fleshed, fashion train wreck, girl geek known as Georgia Sivana!
"So it WAS you that sent those 'invitations'!", said Mary, warily. "What do you want, Georgia?! Why shouldn't I just cart you off to jail where you belong?!"
Georgia seemed agitated. "Oh Mary, I'm so glad you've come!! Please come in!! I need to show you something really important for both of us!! If, after you've seen it you still want to 'cart me off to jail', then I'll go quietly!!"
Mary hung back cautiously, expecting a trap but not sure what form it might take. Georgia seemed sincere, but with her you never knew. Georgia decided for her, resolutely grabbing Mary's hand and pulling her into the entry hall. The two rapidly crossed the huge marble vestibule. Mary was distracted by the opulence of the place. Constructed at the beginning of the 20th century by Italian artisans using the unlimited money of America's largest railroad empire, it was like nothing else. The circular foyer was a full three stories high lit by sunlight entering through the glass dome which served as its ceiling and roof. Balconies, set between delicate Corinthian columns allowed views of the entrance from upper chambers. A pink marble fountain, big enough to bathe in, played in the center of the circle. Two wide curving stairways, symmetrically placed on either side of the hall allowed access to upper levels while providing the perfect stage for the regal entrance of some great personage coming to meet a doubtless suitably impressed new arrival. On this occasion, there were only two present. Their footfalls, now Mary's boot heels clicking on marble, now the muffled thuds of hurried steps on priceless Persian carpets echoed in the vast chamber.
Georgia drew the stumbling Mary to a polished oak door in the curve below the right-hand stairway, and pulled her in. The room they entered, although clearly just a utility room, was larger than Mary's bedroom at home. It seemed to be some sort of control center as computer terminals were evident on tables set about the room and a large flat-screen monitor dominated one entire wall. On the screen was a tableau of horror!!
As if the camera were hanging from a curved track or, perhaps, on a flying platform, it slowly circled a familiar figure in the center of a grey stone chamber, spiraling closer, showing the suffering creature from every angle. Mary was transfixed!! It was a trap!! But not at all what she would have expected in her wildest dreams!!
"Georgia!! Is that Supergirl?!?!?," demanded Mary. "What have you done to her?!?! Let her go this instant!!"
"I don't think so,. . ." replied her ominously more self assured hostess. We were able to capture Supergirl with some artificial kryptonite. Not difficult at all. . . she's a real 'Superblonde'", sneered the evil geek girl. "She's not on this estate, and you will never find that chamber. If you want her to live, you will do as I say!!"
"Oh Kara. . . ", whispered a horrified Mary. "What can we do???", she asked herself in a small voice.
"You can be my servant,. . . or rather,. . . slave, . . . for the weekend!!", snapped the World's Wickedest Girl.
Mary glared at Georgia, then hesitantly asked "What will you do with us??".
"You will be my servant for the remainder of the weekend, while Superpanties remains there as security that you won't step out of line. At the end of that time, Monday morning, if you have been a nice little 'Maid Marvel', I'll release both of you. If you misbehave, or leave before the time is up, while I may not be able to punish you, I can certainly have Supernips pay for your willfulness. If anything unpleasant happens to me, your friend will die!!! I won't have you do anything illegal, just maybe immoral or fattening", the awful teen added with a wickedly malicious smile. "This won't work if the Little Red Cheese Dip decides to sacrifice herself or Supercurlies to save some 'innocents'", thought Georgia anxiously.
As Mary listened to Georgia's horrible declaration, her tear-filled eyes never left the painfully contorted blue-clad figure on the screen. As she tried to assimilate all of this, a new figure flowed onto the screen. The grey body stocking covering an incredibly sensuous, athletic body, black boots, and cowl decorated with two little 'ears' could only mean one person. . . Catwoman!!! In one luxuriously fluid motion, the sumptuous figure took up a position immediately behind Supergirl, grinning into the camera between the Maid of Might's quivering knees.
"Meowrrrow, Georgie!! Whose your friend?? Can I play with her too?" As the Felonious Feline greeted the World's Wickedest Girl she sharply poked a blue covered rib with two fingers. Supergirl's breath caught and her eyes rolled as reflex tried to pull away, but only managed to heighten the painful contortion of her super body. The whimpering Girl of Steel grimaced in pain, trying to regain control of her terribly strained system. Her great muscles had become her enemies, as they seemed to be under the malicious control of one of the underworld's most viscious denizens. As if to further demonstrate her complete control over the suffering super heroine, the catlike criminal let a taloned finger lightly caress Supergirl's upturned pussy. Supergirl's eyes opened in shock, her hips twisted, butt clenched, and her pussy, now just above her head, twitched visibly! Once again, trying to move in such a diabolical position was obviously terribly painful for the blonde avenger as she hissed, grimaced and screwed her eyes tightly shut almost immediately.
"This is Mary Marvel, one of the Marvel Family, the so-called 'World's Mightiest Mortals'", said Georgia to the screen. "I need her this weekend. Remember our agreement! Keep track of me through the various monitors we've set up. If everything goes according to plan, you'll be releasing Supersocks Monday morning, alive!" (Catwoman, absently caressing the squirming Super heroine’s crotch, looked disappointed at this.) "If anything goes wrong, kill the bitch and get out of there! In the meantime, have fun but be careful! After all of this, if you want to play with Mary, you'll have to catch her yourself. (That shouldn't be too hard)", Georgia added quietly with a smirk.
Catwoman's finger continued to torment an increasingly agitated heroine while Mary grew more and more upset. "Stop!! STOP!! Georgia, I'll do anything you say!!", Mary suddenly screamed through a rain of tears. "Georgia, make her stop that!!"
"Prove your compliance you Little Red Cheese!!", commanded Georgia. "Kiss my shoe!! NOW!!!"
That last demand, delivered like a drill sergeant, caused Mary to jump and look directly into Georgia's stern eyes. The World's Mightiest Girl, seeing not a shred of compassion hesitated only a moment, then she knelt, and bending forward, pressed her full lips to the toe of Georgia's right shoe. She held this submissive pose with her head down and her mighty buttocks in the air, awaiting the pleasure of the World's Wickedest Girl. In her haste, she had moved so rapidly that her skirt had flipped over her back revealing her bright red 'lollypop' panties straining over her muscular, lushly feminine behind.
"Meowrrow!!. . .", exclaimed Catwoman, wide eyes staring at Mary. ". . .'World's Meatiest Morsel' is more like it!!"
"Wow!!. . . ", thought Georgia surveying the meekly bowing super heroine at her feet. ". . . It worked!!. . .Mary Marvel, at my beck and call!! This will be fun!!" She bent down and flicked Mary's unintentionally proffered rump with a sharp fingertip, snapping a surprised "eeep!!" from the desperate super heroine. "Stand up and follow me, 'Morsel'! You're going to start out as our greeter!!"
GREETER:
Georgia took hold of Mary's cape, and using it like a leash, tugged the devastated heroine back to the great marble entrance hall. "When people arrive, Mary, you will smile at them, say 'Welcome. I'm Mary Marvel, World's Mightiest 'Maid', and I will be your hostess. May I take your wrap? Miss Sivana is expecting you in the drawing room.', and then direct them down that hall to the left, to the drawing room where my other 'boobies' will take care of them.
"What 'other boobies'??!?" thought Mary, with equal amounts of both despair and hope. "Has this awful creature captured other super heroines? Maybe we can get together and find a way out of all this!!" She looked down the hall but couldn't see anyone. She was brought out of her hopeful reverie by a viscous pinch to her right nipple.
"Eyes front, 'Maid Morsel'!!!", snapped Georgia. "My guests are arriving." Then the World's Wickedest Girl stalked away to look after other matters.
Mary was certain that Georgia's guests would be among the worst the world had to offer, and although she doubted that any of them could do her any real harm, she didn't at all like the thought of serving the planet's criminal elite! None-the-less, she worked her face into an almost convincing smile and greeted the first two callers: "Welcome. I'm Mary Marvel, World's Mightiest Maid, and I will be your hostess. May I take your wraps? Miss Sivana is expecting you in the drawing room." ("Maybe they wouldn't be criminals, after all!", she thought, hopefully.)
"Hey, look Red. . ." exclaimed the pixyish blonde to her tall green-skinned, companion.". . . Sivana said she'd have some real super servants for this event!! Do you think this is one of them!?!?". From her oversized purse she drew what looked like a flare gun, a pistol with an enormous barrel, and pointed it at Mary.
"Harley, I don't think our invitations summoned us to murder the help.", quietly replied her tall friend. "Why don't you put that thing away." she added with an expression of distaste.
Mary wasn't fazed. Bullets and rockets just bounced off of her impregnable body. "May I take your wraps?", she repeated, arm still pointing down the corridor toward the drawing room.
"Of course you may, you sweet thing!!" gushed the tall green skinned redhead taking off her trench coat to reveal a very tiny green garment (apparently constructed of leaves) barely veiling her ample charms. Mary stared, open-mouthed, at the vision of feminine power and sensuality. Dr. Pamela Isley, also known as Poison Ivy, leaned forward, pushed her coat into Mary's fumbling arms, and kissed her full on the lips! "You're so precious, Mary!!. . . May I call you Mary??". . . Isn't she precious, Harley??, she finally breathed as she drew back from Mary's dumbfound face."
Mary's head was swimming, her knees wobbled, her ears burned and her breath was coming in short pants. Although her magical body was impregnable, it had little defense against substances like those it produced itself to coordinate its own marvelous components. She almost dropped the coat while her incredible constitution quailed under the load of hormones and pheromones that Ivy had impressed upon her quivering lips. "Well Harley. . .", said Ivy to her little blonde friend. ". . . Little miss Mary is still standing, so I guess she really is one of those 'super people'. Go ahead and shoot her!!"
Harley frowned at Ivy, who had just taken the first 'shot' herself, yanked her own coat off and held it out for Mary to take. Mary stood staring straight ahead, vibrating like a violin string, while Ivy's hormone cocktail played havoc with her young body.
"Pay attention!!!", demanded Harley peevishly, jamming her weapon up Mary's miniskirt and pulling the trigger. The missile lodged itself and the crotch of Mary's nearly indestructible panties pressing them into Mary's anus, and spewing a trail of sparks toward the white marble floor. While the rocket hissed angrily, Mary continued shivering, still pointing, but otherwise not responding.
With a brilliant red glow dying under Mary's skirt, the projectile finally burned itself out, leaving a dazed and disheveled super heroine, swaying, red as a beet from head to toe, nipples, vulva, and clitoris swollen with blood, still staring straight ahead, still pointing. Ivy licked her fingers, slipped them under Mary's skirt, and pressed them firmly against Mary's trembling, panty covered mound, sensuously working another dose of "a few more 'mones', hor- and phero-" into Mary's lower lips. Mary moaned! Ivy stepped back, just as Mary began to spasm uncontrollably. "It was nice meeting you, Mary. You're soooo sweet!!!", she sighed, then glided down the corridor, sympathetically eyeing a potted palm, held prisoner near the wall, as she passed.
Disgusted, Harley threw her coat over Mary's head and stalked after Ivy, her athletic nylon clad legs switching angrily under her short business suit.
Another pair of guests arrived. They giggled at the sight of the completely discombobulated Mary. Pointing at the rocket protruding from under her skirt and at the blackened marble below; "She must have had an 'accident'. . .", drawled the blonde, setting off a fit of giggles.
"She's really cute!!" replied her companion, an exotic Hispanic with flowing black hair. "Is she real or is she a statue!?!?"
"Let's see. . ." returned the first, draping her voluptuous body over the frozen super heroine, delicately breathing in Mary's ear, and caressing Mary's swollen right nipple through her thin red tunic. Mary gasped, moaned, and almost immediately spasmed through a little orgasm, head swirling in a hormone drenched sea of arousal. Mischievous fingertips inspected Mary's soaking crotch. "Gee! Another 'accident'!!!", laughed the first. Somehow, the World's Mightiest Girl managed to keep standing, but just barely. She rocked a little as the 'Body Doubles' threw their wraps over her, and made their giggling way down the corridor to which Mary still pointed, their barely covered sensuous bodies bumping each other in fun as they went.
Mary, off in her own steamy little world of swirling, mindless lust, somehow remained upright and pointing as more visitors arrived, each teasing her to yet greater heights of sensual distress before adding to the pile of coats covering her and departing to the drawing room.
Some time after the last visitor had been 'greeted', Georgia returned to the entrance. "Well, 'World's 'Leggiest' Pile of Coats'. . . ," Georgia addressed the shapeless mass of clothing. The pile was supported by gold booted feet attached to wobbly but lusciously sensuous legs, and had a pointing finger just protruding from one side. ". . .You've somehow put my guests into a very cheerful mood!! Unfortunately. . .", she added viewing the blackened marble under Mary, ". . . you've made one hell of a mess. Hang these things in the third floor chamber and clean this up!!". Mary didn't respond.
Georgia dug into the heap of garments, finally clearing Mary's face with its strange blank expression. She pinched Mary's nose and slapped her cheeks, shouting "Wake up, you idiot!! Hang these things in the third floor chamber and clean this up!! NOW!!"
With a Herculean mental effort, the World's Mightiest Girl's mind swam up through the sensual maelstrom her body had become. She shook her head and blinked. At last she managed to focus bleary eyes on her mistress. "Oh Georgia, please don't hurt Super. . . ." she began, only to be brought to a halt when Georgia kicked her viciously in the shins. It didn't hurt, but it got her attention. After Georgia repeated her demand slowly between clenched teeth, Mary flew unsteadily to the third floor bed chamber overlooking the grand entrance hall and unloaded the garments onto the bed. Then, feeling a bit better with each passing moment, hung the coats in the huge walk-in closet. When all were neatly arranged, she found cleaning materials in a 'maid's closet' in the hall, and returned to scrub the rocket residue from the marble. Only when she knelt and realized something was embedded in her bottom did she begin to appreciate what had been happening to her.
THE EVIL PLAN:
"You lazy boob!!", shouted Georgia from down the corridor. "You're needed in the drawing room!! You have to help the others serve!! Change that costume!! You smell like a 'Cathouse'!!! And NO LIGHTNING!!!"
Mary realized her hair was a mess, her panties felt gooey, and something pungent and sticky was drying on her inner thighs and in her boots. She gathered her cleaning materials and looked about questioningly, frightened that she might displease Georgia, bringing her wrath down upon a helpless Supergirl. "In the maid's quarters, out back!!!", yelled Georgia, pointing. At the command of the World's Wickedest Girl, The World's Mightiest Maid obediently raced to replace her tools then clean up, dress, and hurry to the drawing room for her next assignment.
She could have cleaned up by magically changing to Mary Bromfield and back to Mary Marvel, but Georgia had specifically forbade the old wizard's lightning so she stripped, and showered as rapidly as she could, without resorting to sortilege. She was wondering how she was going to clean and dry her uniform when she saw, draped over the back of a chair, a wisp of red and gold with a note pinned to it. The words "Maid Marvel's serving costume." was printed on it in large letters. It seemed much too small, but not wanting to anger Georgia and cause Supergirl more grief, she squirmed into it. It was a parody of her proud uniform, and much tinier! Her tunic was replaced by a shiny, gold-trimmed bright red tube top (with gold lightning insignia on the front) that scarcely covered her swelling breasts. Her skirt had 'become' a four inch wide gold-trimmed red strip of satin circling her loins held in place (not quite covering her private parts and bottom) by a 'postit' like adhesive. A golden woven collar with a soft white rope hanging down her back to her waist took the place of her cape. A fire-engine red thong replaced her normal conservative panties, while a frilly little gold cap and apron with a lightning bolt motif in lace had been added to signify her new status. Gold ankle boots with 5 inch stiletto heels completed the outfit, and made walking extremely difficult. "Oh well," she thought, some of her positive attitude returning. "If I can't walk, I can always fly!"
She looked at herself in the mirror and her innocent heart was immediately repelled by the streetwalker image that greeted her. She blushed a deep red, even tried to cover herself with fluttering hands momentarily, then, resigned to her fate, she made her gloomy, wobbly way to the drawing room and who-knew-what further humiliations and embarrassments.
Blushing like the World's Most Embarrassed Schoolgirl, Mary timidly entered the grand drawing room. Rich tapestries, lush oak paneling, and opulent Persian carpets exuded a warmth that was in direct contrast with the guests, who stood chatting in small groups, or lounging in the overstuffed leather chairs. The earlier 'good mood' that Georgia noticed had evaporated. Now there were forced smiles, rigid, apprehensive postures, and constantly darting glances. The tension in the room was palpable. Those in attendance were all extraordinarily beautiful women, ". . . if you liked their evil look. . ." , thought Mary. The few she recognized were known criminals, among the world's most wanted, except for the serving girls. There were only two of the latter, both dressed as skimpily as Mary. The one with long dark hair wore what amounted to a black strap across her nipples, another around her waist at her belly button, with another running through her crotch. Her shoes were uncomfortably high-heeled black pumps. The smaller waitress had short blonde hair, and a 'uniform' consisting of the smallest of tube tops, very high-cut cutoffs, and footwear that looked strangely like tennis shoes with 4 inch heels! Both wore little lace caps (gold covered with a single white star in the front) perched jauntily on their heads with tiny star-shaped white lace aprons barely hiding their genitals. With a despairing shock, Mary recognized Donna Prince and Cassie Sandsmark, Wonder Woman's sister and her friend, the new Wonder Girl!
Suddenly Mary felt a tug at her auburn hair. "Ah. . .", chuckled a grating voice just behind Mary's left ear. ". . . the entertainment has arrived!!" Then in a commanding tone Georgia hissed, " Get your 'World's Biggest Ass' in gear and serve drinks! The 'Wonder Butts' are having trouble keeping up! The bar is at that end of the room!", she added, pointing.
Mary put her head down, stared at her feet, and hurried to the bottle-laden table across the room. As she swept through the crowd, her most private places were assailed by a flurry of pats, pokes, and pinches accompanied by such comments as: ". . .OOOOOOO. . ., Fresh meat!. . .", ". . . Now maybe we'll get something to drink!!. . .", ". . . Isn't she aDORAble!!. . .", ". . . I'll have some of that!. . .", and ". . . Do you 'cum' here often?. . .". Blushing in outrage and humiliation, she arrived at the momentary safe-haven behind the drink-table. Looking up she found a sweating, bleary eyed, slightly tipsy, "Donna!!. . . What are you and Cassie doing here?!?!. . . You look ill!! Are you OK?!?!?".
"Keep your voice down!!", hissed Donna under her breath. "We're not supposed to talk to each other!! That witch (indicating Georgia, now engaged in conversation with a woman dressed in the sumptuous robes of a queen) has Diana!! She's tied up in her own magic lasso!! The Cheetah is torturing her and is threatening to kill her unless Cassie and I serve Georgia for the weekend!!"
"Oh no!!", gasped Mary through the corner of her mouth. "Catwoman is torturing Supergirl, and until I find out where they are, I have to do everything Georgia says!! This is terrible!!!", she added with a forlorn shake of her head.
The two disheartened girls rapidly filled trays with little plastic cups of red and white wines. Surreptitious glances told the two enslaved super heroines that their 'mistress' was still busy with the regal looking guest and oblivious to their stolen conversation. Mary was worried about Donna. The latter, a superb athlete, was breathing heavily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat "just from serving drinks??" wondered the World's Mightiest Maid. Her normally glossy long black hair was unkempt and dull. Her usual graceful carriage was unsteady and clumsy. She almost spilled a glass she was putting on her large silver tray. Her eyes seemed 'far away', almost dreamy.
"What's happened to you?!?!?", hissed Mary anxiously out of the corner of her mouth, but Donna hoisted the heavy tray to her left hand and hurried off with the parting warning: ". . .Stay away from the green skinned Bitch!!" Mary watched, almost hypnotized by Donna's rolling buttocks as they slipped over each other above her muscular thighs while she disappeared into the evil company. Her gate was somehow more sensual than Mary remembered. "Was Donna actually squeezing her thighs together?!?", she wondered in surprise.
Her reverie was rudely broken by a surprisingly powerful swat to her voluptuous, partially exposed bottom and a mocking girlish voice, "So you're Maid Marvel, World's Emptiest Head!! And they call blondes dumb!! Would you mind waking up and giving us a hand?!?!? Move your World's Fattest Butt!! You're in the way!!".
Mary swung around to see an angry, Cassie Sandsmark glaring up at her. "Oh Cassie, this is terrible. . .", she began, but was immediately silenced by another slap, this time to her face! It set her ears ringing!
"S-shut up and s-serve!!. . .", stuttered Cassie, now on the verge of tears. "I-I d-don't know how this happened, or wh-what that bitch wants with us, but I don't want things to get any worse!! P-please!! D-don't make things worse or Donna thinks that these evil people might kill Diana!", the girl pleaded, sobbing quietly while emptying her tray of empty plastic cups into a large plastic garbage can.
Mary Understood now that the Wonder Girls were bound by the same sort of 'devil's contract' she had made with the evil daughter of doctor Sivana. But why?!?! What did Georgia want with the three super heroines? If she could capture and bind both Supergirl and Wonder Woman so easily, perhaps the two most powerful women on earth, why hadn't she just trapped and bound the three 'working' here? Why this humiliating indenture?!?
Mary was just raising her loaded tray to her left hand when a harsh whistle suddenly stilled the room. Mary froze with the tray half way up. Everyone looked toward the doorway where Georgia, standing on a chair, was pulling two fingers from her mouth.
"Hi, everybody!!. . .", she shouted with forced cheer. "I suppose you're all wondering why I've called you here today!?!. . ." she giggled at the hackneyed opening while hisses and boos floated up from her audience. Recovering, she went on, ". . . The real decisions will be made later, but I'd like you to be thinking about my proposal over dinner. Each of this company is among the best at what we do!!. . ." Here several guests cast sidelong glances, raising their eyebrows questioningly. ". . .We should own this planet by now. . . ". This was greeted with cries of "Here, here!!. . . Right on!!. . . Get to the point!!!"
Georgia pushed ahead. "We WOULD own the planet if it weren't for the rotten, testosterone soaked men who won't share (I include my own father and brother among them), and the army of superheroes arrayed against us!! I propose that we forge a Women's Alliance for Criminal Knowledge and Organization ('WACKO')!!! Together, with our special talents complementing each other's, coupled with the spirit of sisterhood, we will be invincible. We can even use the superheroes for our own ends and against our male opponents!". Here Georgia waved her arm towards her weekend 'slaves', emphasizing her point. "Join me and the world will be ours!!!. . ." she paused, as dramatically as is possible for a socially inept, badly dressed, geek.
"So that's it!. . .", Mary, at last began to understand. ". . . We're here to demonstrate Georgia's power over super heroines!!. . . We're here to help her convince the others to join her in a new, frighteningly powerful criminal organization!!!. . . This is just AWFUL!!!!" She almost dropped her tray, she was so horrified.
"Georgia,. . .", squealed one of the Body Doubles, ". . . that sounds WACKO to me!!, he he he!!", but there were some mutters of grudging approval from the gathered throng, indicating a growing respect for the nerd who had turned three of the world's bravest champions into serving girls. Many in the crowd had come up against super heroines before. Some had even fought one or more of the three now in the room, and had come out second best! If Georgia had some secret means to control the 'Super Element' of law enforcement, imagine the possibilities!!!.
Georgia saw with gratification that at least some of the crowd was beginning to take her seriously, and as the murmuring died down she raised her voice again. "For the next few hours, let's just get to know each other. Enjoy our beautiful surroundings, the wonderful food, and our devoted servants!!. Use the latter as you will!! Later tonight, when we've all become good friends, we can begin to discuss the pros and cons of an alliance. Tomorrow, with clear heads, we can ask ourselves whether or not we really want to do it, and if we do, just what form our plans should take!! Welcome all!!, and let the festivities commence!!!"
Polite applause soon dissolved into a growing rumble as many conversations grew rapidly more animated. Angry, blushing, but fearful super heroines made their way through the press of the crowd, their trays of wines and canapés rapidly emptied by many greedy hands while those same shameless, insistent hands also partook of the charms of the servers, so brazenly displayed by their humiliating uniforms.
Mary was bowing slightly, offering a plate of hor d’oeuvres to a trio of tipsy criminals when a snide voice called, "Hey, World's Tastiest Tush!!. . . What did you do with my rocket!?!?" Mary whirled, almost dropping her tray to see Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, lounging in two large wing chairs! The chairs' huge backs had hidden them from view when she'd walked over. "Come over here and let me try one of your tasty morsels!", cracked Harley.
Hesitant, but obedient, Mary stepped in front of the blonde pixie in the severe but very short business suit. She bent forward to offer her plate to Harley, then suddenly realized that as she did so she was simultaneously offering her luscious backside to the evil poison Ivy. She glanced nervously over her shoulder.
"Hi, sweetie!. . ." breathed Ivy leaning forward with a finger-wiggling wave. "Remember me???". Horrified, Mary realized she was trapped. She suddenly understood the origin of Donna's unusual state as her warning echoed through her mind for a moment, but it was too late. Ivy's darting fingers slid between Mary's legs and gently began to probe her swelling vulva. Ivy's hormone-loaded digits brushed past Mary's thong, caressed her labia majora and slowly, sensuously entered her now weeping pussy.
Mary's eyes glazed. She began to shake. Her legs wobbled, heart raced, and breathing became ragged. Nipples poked at their skimpy covering, hard as pebbles and growing. Her breasts themselves reddened and swelled. Eyebrows knitted, eyelids drooped, and Mary's ruby lips pouted, reflecting her increasingly confused and aroused state. Her mighty arms relaxed, sending the contents of her tray into Harley's lap. Little cries, driven from Mary by Ivy's busy hand, as it worked the powerful mix of hormones into her swollen sex, grew in volume until the poor girl was moaning loudly and had attracted the attention of the entire room. "UHHN. .UHHN..UHHN..UHHN.." There was nothing she could do! Even if there had been a way to gracefully escape from the terrible duo and still satisfy Georgia's demands to serve her guests, her mind, once again awash in Ivy's diabolical brew, was beyond processing logical thought. Suddenly, she became silent, body hard as iron, every muscle standing out, not breathing at all, blushing all over. Within seconds, ejaculate spurting from her overworked pussy like water from a massaging showerhead, Mary moaned loudly, and, turning slowly as though on a lowering piano stool, the World's Mightiest Maid sank to the floor.
Ivy, whose hand had become trapped by Mary's convulsions, was painfully dragged from her seat to fall across the still twitching body of the overcome heroine.
"Ow!. . .", barked Ivy, finally pulling her hand from the now limp World's Roundest Rump, and shaking it. ". . .She's really dangerous!!"
"You shameless slut!!. . .", Harley scolded the befuddled Marvel, indignant surprise coloring her voice. ". . . You've ruined my new suit and almost killed my friend!!! Georgia!!! are you going to let her get away with that?!?!?"
MARY'S MISTAKE:
Georgia, shook herself out of her stunned silence and stormed across the room. "Mary!! 'World's Dumbest Ass!!", she roared at the dazed heroine. "You just bought yourself some 'quality time' in the back room!!!", she screamed.
The shouting was beginning to penetrate the pulsing pink haze that enveloped Mary's consciousness. Realizing that she was about to be dragged off to witness some horrible torture she had caused to be visited upon Supergirl, Mary's screwed up her face in horror and began to beg. "Oh Georgia!! No! NO!! P-Please don't!! I'll do anything!!. . . ANYTHING!!"
"Anything?. . .", echoed the World's Most Fiendish Female, . ". . .ANYTHING??", she repeated, drawing a finger across her chin in thought. ". . . Well let me think. . ."
"I think she deserves a good spanking!!", growled Harley, under her breath.
"You know," rasped Georgia, noticing some evil smiles appearing in the crowd, ". . .that might not be a bad idea! Would you like to do the honors, Dr. Quinzel?"
". . .Why not?!", shrugged the blonde pixie. ". . .But first,. . . Maid Marvel!! Clean me off!!"
Mary, who was kneeling on the floor with a glazed expression, jerked as the message sunk in. Quickly, she knee-walked the few feet to the still seated Harley and began to pick the tiny pastries from Harley's lap and place them on her tray.
"NO! NO! NO!", railed Harley. "What are you doing?!?!? Those things aren't fit for a pig, now!! Eat them yourself!!!"
Mary, with a forlorn sigh, began to put the damaged treats into her mouth.
"FASTER!!. . .", shouted Harley. ". . . We'll be here all night at this rate!"
One hand after the other, Mary began stuffing the destroyed delicacies into her already overfull mouth, attempting to swallow without chewing, and nearly choking, she placed a hand on Harley's knee to steady herself.
"HEY!!!. . .", screamed Harley. "Get your hand off a' there!! What are you, the World's Horniest Harlot?!?!? Just for that, shove the rest up your cunt!!!"
For innocent Mary, still groggy from Ivy's ministrations, it took a moment for that crude word to register in her lust-fogged mind. Unbelievingly, she stared at Harley as though she'd heard wrong, then at Georgia for some sign that it was all some twisted joke.
"Do it!!!", hissed the World's Wickedest Girl.
Tears running down her shocked face, poor Mary turned to comply. She stoically spread her knees apart, pulled her tiny 'skirt' up to her waist, and stretched her thong far to one side. As the thong's crotch snapped over her throbbing clit, Mary froze momentarily, gasped, and spasmed through yet another mini-orgasm. The room erupted in derisive laughter.
Donna and Cassie were both watching in shocked silence from the midst of the crowd. They weren't laughing at Mary's plight. The nearest guests, while watching Mary's antics, were absent mindedly tormenting the Wonder Girls, caressing their quivering, moist mounds, gently twisting their swollen nipps, and teasing their bottoms and assholes. The two hapless heroines, Ivy's hormone cocktail coursing through their bodies too, stood paralyzed with lust, eyes fixed on the humiliated Mary. As though there was a remote link between Mary and the two wretched super playthings, when Mary gasped, so did they. When Mary squirmed, so did they! When Mary spasmed, both unhappy captives shuddered and gushed like ripe fruit!!
Mercy Graves, Lex Luthor's executive assistant, had been watching Mary's comic attempts to comply with Harley's order with her thumb in Donna's quivering anus and two long fingers exploring her juicy, swollen love canal. When she felt Donna twitch, just as Mary did, she withdrew her hand and stepped a little back to watch the two. Donna, bent slightly forward, muscular thighs pressed needfully together, tray of canape's trembling and tilting at a dangerous angle, didn't move, but kept gazing at the mortified Mary. Mercy poked the woman next to her and nodded toward the transfixed super heroine. Soon, the guests, grinning at one another, had pulled back from the Wonder Girls, watching the two squirm, shiver, and even ejaculate in synchrony with their Marvelous companion.
Poor Mary, arousal oozing from every pour, climaxed at the least provocation. Pressing a tiny meat pastry to her swollen, quivering lower lips generated a series of shuddering, gasping whimpers which were so faithfully echoed by Donna and Cassie that giggles and ripples of applause swept through the assembly. Georgia was pleased to note that many guests were now smiling at each other, cracking jokes at the super heroines' expense, and were generally much more relaxed than they had been only a few minutes before. This was the best idea she'd had in months! It was going wonderfully well!! These three do-gooders would be thoroughly humiliated, and she would soon be at the head of the World's Most Powerful Criminal Organization!
Mary was lying on her back quaking, nostrils flaring, cheeks puffed with unswollowed dainties, crotch and hands greasy and flecked with pastry crust and filling, pussy leaking gastronomic delicacies, eyes glazed and red from crying. Donna and Cassie seemed equally depleted, as they swayed, staring transfixed at their sister-in-arms. Georgia, seeing things had begun to wind down stepped in to keep the action going.
"What a MESS!!! You two!!!. . .", she ordered, slapping Donna's and Cassie's heads and taking each by an ear. Clean this up so we can get on with the punishment!!"
Stumbling but just managing to hold onto their respective trays, the two Wonder Girls staggered after their cruel boss. At Georgia's direction, both put their trays down on a nearby table and turned to Mary, squirming at their feet.
"You!!. . . ", growled Georgia, setting Donna on her knees straddling Mary's belly and looking towards her feet. ". . . Lick that up!!!"
Donna, groggily bending forward, began to forage for scraps on Mary's tummy, crotch, thighs, and the floor between her mighty legs. Each time her insistent tongue passed over, or nibbling teeth nipped at Mary's gooey sex, Mary groaned loudly, seized, and whimpered through another orgasm. Shortly, Mary's clamping thighs trapped Donna's woozy head in a death grip. Donna, totally bewildered, unintentionally prolonged this awkward confinement by continuing to send her tongue in search of crumbs in the folds of flesh pressed to her face. Georgia, feigning impatience with Mary's noise pulled sharply on Cassie's ear.
"Will you shut her up!!!", she demanded. Pulling the wobbly, slack-jawed teen to her two sister-super heroines, she forced her roughly down on Mary's face, muffling the groans. Cassie, Mary's lust humming loudly in her most sensitive area, lost all control, closed her eyes, threw her head back, screamed and gushed into Mary's open mouth. Mary coughed, and sputtered, but soon was moaning loudly again directly into Cassie's engorged loins. With a look of sly malice, Harley leaned forward, grasped Cassie's blond tresses at the back of her head, and pressed her face into Donna's sinfully upturned bottom. A crescendo of muffled groans, shrieks, and fluid sucking noises rose from the struggling ring of super heroines. They seemed bent on crushing, drowning, and sucking the fluid from each other! Thanks to their previous excited state and Ivy's devilish potion, the three heroines seemed incapable of escaping from this insidious lust-knot.
After several minutes, Harley glanced peckishly at her watch. "How long can they keep this up???. . .", she demanded, amazed. The three showed no signs of slowing. "Can they be stopped??? They're not doing a very good job of cleaning things up!!", she added under her breath.
Georgia decided that this had gone on long enough. Like a kennel master breaking up a dog fight, she waded in, kicking at the squirming knot of twisted super heroines. Other's joined in and soon the exhausted super teens were separated and left gasping weakly on the floor, like the catch of the day. More kicks and shouts brought them around and got them wiping up the mess. They put the remains in an oversized garbage can, thoughtfully brought over by the Queen Bee. In the end, even the worn out trio were tipped into the can on top of the garbage and, luscious butts and athletic legs swaying with the can's motion, were dragged from the room by guest volunteers, to the cheers of the entire assembly.
In the corridor, the can was tipped on a edge, and rolled rapidly down the corridor, constantly accelerating until it burst through into the reception area, spinning crazily, to deposit its load in the great fountain. The cold bath revived Mary. She choked and spluttered. She was groggy, exhausted, and dizzy. Her flesh still buzzed with its hormone stoked fires and the humiliating attentions of a roomful of sadistic criminals. Vaguely recalling where she was, she suddenly saw Donna's body, her head under water! She cast about until she had both Wonder Girls' faces above the surface. Blearily, her hormone fogged mind registered the approach of their 'boss', Georgia Sivana!
"Quit fooling around!!!. . .", raged the World's Meanest Girl. "Change into clean uniforms and report back to the drawing room immediately!!!"
NEW UNIFORMS:
Mary, after several sloppy tries, managed to stand. Donna and Cassie were still too dazed to walk. Flopping a wasted Wonder Girl over each shoulder, Mary tottered back to the maid's room. She walked directly into the shower with her load, and turned both faucets on full strength. As the heated jets played over their tired bodies, the three began to recover. When both Donna and Cassie could stand on their own, and all were as clean as they could be, Mary shut off the water and helped the others to the changing room.
"OK, . . . now where are those new uniforms??" breathed Mary glancing around the room. "Oh NO!!!", she gasped spotting three pairs of high heeled pumps at the foot of the bed with three 'things' draped over the foot of the bed above them. "What are those things?!?!?"
Donna pick one up with distaste. "I don't understand how you can get into this. . . What is it??. . ." She held it up gingerly between thumb and fore finger, turning it this way and that, wondering how two cords ending in little spring clips could even form clothing.
Without warning, Georgia stormed into the room. "You're taking your own sweet time, aren't your?!?!?. . .", she scolded. ". . .What!! Don't you even know how to dress yourselves?? Come here, Bashful, Sleepy, and Dopey!!! Watch!!"
Georgia glanced at the 'uniforms' and selected one. She held it up in front of her. It was essentially composed of two elastic ropes like bungee cords, they were knotted together in the middle. The cords had a small spring at each end. In this case, the cords were bright red and the springs gold.
"Put this up behind your neck and drape the ends over your shoulders!!. . ." barked Georgia, arranging the cords so that they hung down Mary's back, with a short end arranged over each shoulder. ". . . Now clip those ends to the World's Knobbliest Nipples!!. . . Don't look so dumb!! You know what I'm talking about. Like this!!" Quickly, Georgia took the ends of the bungees hanging down in front of Mary, stretched them down, squeezed the springs open, and fastened them to Mary's still turgid nipples. When released, the springs squeezed the surprised superheroine's nipples, sending new waves of arousal through a body just barely under conscious control. Mary gasped and tried valiantly to hold onto her sanity. Donna and Cassie looked on, angry, frightened, humiliated, . . .but feeling twinges of unwanted excitement. "Now we bring these two ends through your legs and snap the other ends up in front, like so. . ." Here, the evil Georgia yanked upward on the cords, which pulled upwards on the 'World's Knobbliest Nipples', which drew the cords deep between Mary's full buttocks, and the knot against her dripping pussy. Then she snapped the free ends of the springy ropes onto Mary's embarrassingly erect nipples.
". . .Voila!! A minimalist's 'one-piece'!!". Don't twist it, you dunce!! Mary stared in shock as her nipples and clitoris (assaulted by the rubber cord between her legs) sent new waves of excitement through her tingling body. Mary felt she might loose control again, but standing very still, the World's Mightiest Maid managed to rein in her animal urges.
"That's no way to stand!", admonished Georgia, reasserting her dominance. "Stand up straight!! Shoulders back!! Hands by your sides!! Roll your hips forward!!. . .NOW!!!", she roared.
Mary started apprehensively. Slowly she straightened up. Clearly she was struggling with a maelstrom of unwanted sensations as the crotch rope tightened and her nipples were tugged both upwards and downwards simultaneously. While the body of the poor, dazed super heroine hummed anew with arousal, the knot had slipped between her labia and seated itself deep in her sex, the forward cords bearing directly upon her swollen clitoris. When she was finally fully erect and standing at attention, she sighed. Unfortunately, as she sighed, her magnificent chest heaved, rubbery nipples were squeezed, and the knotted crotch rope tightened in her nether regions. The effect was electric! Mary yelped as her eyes flew open in surprise. Her legs wobbled, and her pussy hiccupped. Only by freezing in rigid 'attention' could she regain control of her runaway body. She teetered at the edge of mental oblivion, but held on, face screwed up in concentration.
"OK!!", said Georgia, cheerfully. "That's the girl!! Now all you have to do is put on your shoes and we're all set!! And you two!!. . .", she glared at Donna and Cassie, ". . . Get dressed!! Be sure you use the right colors!! All three of you report to the drawing room. . . NOW!!!" Sniggering at their plight, the World's Wickedest Girl turned on her heel and left the room.
"I'm not going to put that disgusting thing on me!!", stormed Cassie. She'd had just about all she could take!
"Oh, Cassie! Please!!", pleaded Donna. "Cheetah will do much worse to Diana if we anger that evil, rotten, horrible woman!! Please!! I'll help you, if you want." Mary just stood, rigidly erect, staring straight ahead, trying with all her might to hold her body's reactions in check. She didn't even dare speak. She hardly breathed!
Cassie, after much frantic persuasion by Donna, grudgingly acquiesced. Realizing Mary's problem, they knelt and helped her into her shoes. Then they put on their own 'stilted' shoes, and helped each other into their new 'uniforms'. Very soon, they were dressed. Three pairs of large breasts held by their nipples, multi-colored elastic cords disappearing into three deliciously muscular sets of feminine buttocks, and three swollen, dripping, twitching pussies parted by rubber ropes all made quite a show! Tottering on their impossibly high heels, each fought her own battle with her bodies errant urges, which were stimulated with each and every motion of those luscious frames.
Holding themselves stiffly erect and taking little steps to minimize unwanted stimulation of their hormone ravaged bodies, the three beaten super heroines, blushing crimson with embarrassment and tearful with shame, marched slowly through the echoing halls of the great mansion, back to the drawing room.
MARY'S PUNISHMENT:
The evil assembly first became deathly quiet with the reappearance of the three super servants. Then, noting their new 'uniforms', and the embarrassing effects they had on the three beauties, the crowd burst into laughter and light applause. Harley made her way to the door, poking others with her elbows as she passed.
"Have you punished this dope for the mess she made???", Quinzel queried Georgia while indicating the World's Mightiest Maid.
Mary cringed as Harley approached. Her body was still seething with Isley's hormone treatment, her bungee-based outfit was keeping her breasts bouncing and erogenous zones abuzz. The heady, pungent cloud of female arousal that enveloped the three abused super heroines had her head swimming! She was in no condition for a confrontation, but confrontation there would be!
"Be my guest. . .", said Georgia with a generous wave of her hand. Dr. Harlene Quinzel, the diminutive psychologist cum certified nutcase, crooked a finger about one of Mary's cords and tugged. "Come with me, young lady!!", she ordered in a surprisingly commanding tone. The resulting unwanted but alarmingly pleasurable sensations that shot through Mary's clitoris and left nipple set her quaking. The two Wonder Girls followed the proceedings only with their eyes, trying hard to minimize the stimulation that moving in these fiendish 'uniforms' produced.
The World's Mightiest Maid gasped as her left breast bobbed in response to Harley's tug. Gritting her teeth, and keeping her arms rigidly at her sides, she scampered after her tiny blonde adversary, determined not to embarrass herself in front of the evil audience. Unfortunately, she had little choice in the matter. The crowd of evil women parted to let them pass, curious as to where this was going. Mary was drawn to the middle of the drawing room where an enormous Persian carpet sporting a complex pattern in reddish browns on white, was rapidly cleared by the interested guests.
"ASSUME THE POSITION!!', commanded the perverted pixie.
Looking about uncertainly Mary asked timidly, "W-what do you mean?. . . What p-position???"
Ostentatiously exasperated, the devilish doctor glared up at Mary as though she were some dumb animal that had just messed the floor. "Oh Jeeze!!!,. . .Look, its simple, World's Dumbest Ass!!. . .", she began. ". . .Bend over and grab your ankles!! We're going to tan your hide!!" A snigger rippled through the spectators.
Looking dubious, but hoping to avoid more trouble if at all possible, Mary began to bend forward.
"NO! NO! NO!. . .", sighed Harley in an irritated tone. ". . . Put your heels together. Keep your legs straight. Bend from the waist. Now hold that pose until I tell you to move. If you fall over, we start from the beginning!"
In spite of the humiliating position, Mary was actually beginning to feel a little upbeat. Her hormone treatment seemed to be slowly wearing off, and she didn't see how anything that this horrible little woman could do to her would cause her any harm. In fact, she thought this might even backfire on the spiteful sprite. But when she felt the tittillating touch of Harley's dainty digits dance up the back of her left leg, glide over the peak of her left buttock and slide down the valley between her reddening globes to caress Mary's pussy, nestled in its little pocket just at the junction of her magnificent thighs, she gasp, wobbled slightly, and began to squirm. Her body was, once again, beginning to bicker with her higher consciousness.
"She's like velvet. . . Maybe I should conduct an exam first. . .", mused Harley, watching the puffy lips swell. Then, making up her mind, ". . . oh, what the hell!. . .". With no more warning, Mary felt a sharp slap across her sensitized, upturned bottom.
She screamed. . . Harley, that is,. . . and danced about shaking her throbbing hand. It had been like swatting velvet covered marble!
The onlookers erupted in laughter as the little blonde capered about, cursing. Even Donna and Cassie, who had been dragged over to watch, were taken by surprise by this comical turn of events. Cassie held her breath, but Donna actually giggled.
"Oh, so you think this is funny!!!", roared the deflated doctor storming over to confront the wayward Wonder Slave. Donna immediately knew she was in hot water, but there was nothing to do now but 'go with the flow'.
"I'm sorry,. . .", began Donna, stifling another giggle. ". . .I don't think any of you has what it takes to. . . ".
"No, you don't think, do you!!", roared the infuriated blonde. "You're one of those 'Super Duper Pooper Troopers'!! Maybe YOU can beat the World's Biggest Ass black and blue!! Come on. . . give it a try!! And YOU, you little blonde dufus,. . .", here Harley plucked Cassie's bungees, shaking her harried hooters and sending disquieting sensations shooting through her succulent young body. ". . . YOU help Wonder Whoppers!!"
Both Donna and Cassie mentally cursed Donna for bringing this down on their heads, but there was nothing to do but comply. They took positions on either side of the still 'bottoms-up' nearly naked Marvel, placed one hand on each of Mary's inviting hips, raised their free hands and began Mary's Wonder Whacks!
The Wonder Girls knew they didn't have to hold back, and they didn't! Once they began, it was as though they were taking out their frustrations on poor Mary, or maybe they were just hoping to punish the evil assembly! Their hands exceeded the speed of sound before impacting on Mary's proffered butt. Bungee cords snapped at the first blow, leaving the three suerheroines with nothing but their shoes. The explosive report produced by each strike was like that of an artillery piece! Guests drew back grimacing in pain, covering their ears or burying their heads in pillows to protect themselves. Those nearest the three were soon dizzy, ears ringing, heads throbbing, and bodies numb from the super heroine thunder. Harley, the closest to the action when it started, was lying on the floor, hands pressed to her ears, screaming, but unable to make herself heard over the din of the super spanking.
Even Mary Marvel's impregnable bottom rippled, and vibrated under that terrible onslaught. She actually felt stinging pain, but mixed with it, the shockwaves echoing through the depths of her core unexpectedly triggered warm, gooey, pleasurable feelings, too. Her breasts and pudendum swelled anew with the bewildering excitement of the attack. Mary blushed crimson, thoroughly embarrassed by her body's inappropriate responses to the violent attentions of the Wonder Girls.
Those that were able to watch were treated to a strange sight. Although the thrashing arms of two spankers, as well as much of Mary's magnificent body, were motion blurred, the breasts of the three, having a much lower natural frequency of vibration, were nearly motionless! Mary's hair had fallen over her face, hiding her tears of shame. "If this goes on much longer, I don't know what will happen to me!!!. . .", worried the World's Mightiest Maid.
Georgia managed to get to the public address system, and turning it all the way up brought things to an end with the admonition to "CUT IT OUT, YOU SUPER-STUPID WONDER WHELPS!!"
Donna and Cassie stopped. While sweaty and gasping for breath, they looked somewhat pleased with themselves for the mayhem they had caused. Although Mary, still keeping her legs straight and clutching her ankles, was heard to emit a continuing stream of little whimpering cries, the only visible effect of all of the noise and fury wrought by the two Wonders was a slight reddening of what Georgia referred to as the 'World's Widest Ass'.
Impatiently, the World's Wickedest Girl ran hot fingers over the Marvelous ass presented to her. "You're disgusting!!!", she barked, noticing Mary's swollen, leaking pussy. To be certain it was really what it seemed, Georgia pulled a pencil from her breast pocket and, as if examining a biological specimen, used the eraser end to poke at Mary's steamy vulva, brush over puffy, moist lips, tease the blushing inner flesh, and with obvious revulsion, flick her brazenly erect clit. Mary couldn't suppress a low moan drawing surprised glances from her comrades. Donna and Cassie, one hand each still steadying Mary's upturned butt, looked at each other questioningly, then back at Mary. "Are you alright, Mary?", whispered Donna.
The answer to Donna's heartfelt question came from the evil ruler of the mansion. "You didn't do a damned thing to her,. . .", scolded Georgia, ". . . except to get the Little Red Cheeks all hot and bothered! What kind of super people are you, anyway?!?! I don't think you two could beat your way out of a paper bag!! What a 'Wonderful' pair of whimps!!!! I guess we'll have to do it my way after all!"
Mary knew that 'Georgia's way' meant more terrible pain for Kara! She couldn't let that happen! But how?. . . Then welling up through her humiliation, embarrassment, and strange sensations racking her prodigal body, like some filthy swamp beast rising through the stinking slime of its fetid lair, the idea presented itself. . .
"NO, Georgia!! The only one here strong enough to hurt one of the Marvel Family is one of the Marvel Family! I'll do it myself! Please let me!! I'll do a really good job!! Please don't take me into the back room!!!" The last was a desperate wail from the still bent over heroine.
This offer of self flagellation was totally unexpected. Stunned silence was followed by giggles, then laughter, then full floor-stomping guffaws.
"Oh, Georgie!!. . .", snorted Mercy. The tall athletic blonde was gasping for breath. ". . . This is just too much!! Ha, Ha, Ha! You HAVE to let her do it!!!"
"Yeah. . . This, I've got to see!!", shouted another evil onlooker.
"Do it! Do iT! DO IT!! DO IT!!! DO IT!!!!". The chant was picked up by everyone but the three mortified super servants.
"OK!! OK!!. . .", shouted Georgia above the din, ". . . but not in here!! You Super Stupes have done enough damage!! Take it out there!" here Georgia pointed through the large French doors, which opened onto an expansive lawn. "Well??. . . what's the matter?. . . Why are you still here??", stormed the World's Wickedest Girl.
Mary, deathly afraid that Georgia would take any perceived infraction of her rules as an excuse to torture Supergirl, was still bent double, clutching her ankles. Turning her head, she was just able to glimpse the angry geek girl through her tangled auburn mop. "May I stand up and walk now?", she asked timidly.
Although Georgia hadn't considered having Mary do anything more humiliating than walk (stark naked as she was) to the edge of the wood at the far end of the lawn, she couldn't pass up such a delicious implied suggestion. The World's Mightiest Maid, desperately trying to minimize her friend's suffering, had unintentionally become her tormentor's collaborator. She had defined a new humiliation for herself, and Georgia was more than happy to adopt it!
"What do you think?. . .", Georgia hissed menacingly.
Poor Mary!! She could only imagine the worst from the World's Wickedest Girl. Tears running from her brave, innocent eyes, keeping her hands fixed to her ankles and her legs straight, she began an awkward, lurching, rolling gait towards the door. Georgia snorted. Was this do-gooder really stupid enough to go to such ridiculous lengths to debase herself? Sniggering women backed out of Mary's path as she made her tortured way toward the French doors, naked ass and genitals twisting, breasts swaying, auburn hair sweeping the floor ahead of her. None but the Wonder Girls recognized Mary's action as arising from her selfless love for a friend. Such a concept was not native to the evil company.
Just before the doors, Mary paused and sniffled "Would somebody please open the door?". With a flourish, Harley Quinn, who had recovered and had been following Mary, flung open the doors. Patting Mary's blushing, upturned bottom condescendingly the criminal clown sent the World's Most Miserable Super heroine staggering on her way.
Donna and Cassie would have gone with Mary, but they were forbidden. Instead, they were required to stand and watch as evil fingers roamed over their beautiful, sweat dampened, powerful bodies. Georgia's 'super servants' were expected to tolerate such effrontery, but Donna could see Cassie beginning a slow burn. Both girls were feeling better as Ivy's treatment wore off, but the young, volatile Cassie would not put up with this treatment much longer. Donna began to worry that Cassie would blow up and bring reprisals down on Kara's and Diana's heads!
"Right there!!. . .", shouted Georgia, when Mary was roughly a hundred yards from the house. "Stop now and beat your butt black and blue!!"
The World's Mightiest Maid gratefully stopped her staggering and stood up. "How does anyone spank themselves?", she wondered as she considered several problematic methods. She tried bring her hand down onto her bottom with a sort of overhand backward swing. There was an explosive sound and a stinging in her hand and buttock, but she didn't feel she was getting the leverage she would need to really bruise herself! She half squatted, and tried again, but it still felt as though it wouldn't be enough.
"Quit screwing around and get to work!!", cried the evil geek girl from the house.
"I'm doing the best I can!!. . .", called Mary, breaking into tears. ". . . YOU try it!! It's not as easy as you think!!", she sobbed.
Finally, after a few more false starts, she lay on her back, brought her feet up and under her shoulders, and blushing fiercely as she looked through the valley between her impressive breasts, slapped her upturned bottom with her right hand. "This would do it!", she thought, with a strange mix of satisfaction at solving the problem and mortification at spanking herself in front of a jeering audience. She began in earnest, using alternate hands on alternate buttocks, increasing both the power and frequency of the strikes until her body was a blur, and continuous thunder shook the ground. As she punished herself, she felt not only embarrassment, but also growing, simple pain! Mary Marvel was not used to this at all, and the stinging brought more tears to her eyes. As the pain increased, so did her effort, and, strangely, lost in the din, seeing only her poor punished bottom just beyond her rolling, sweating breasts, she felt an unexpected twinge of satisfaction at finally being able to strike out at something! She knew what she was doing. She knew that it was only herself that she was hurting, but this was the first time since she'd arrived that she had been able to go on the 'offensive'. Soon she was sobbing, crying, and pounding her stinging bottom with a vengeance.
Suddenly, strong hands seized her wrists and tried to stop her frenzied self destruction. Although she was held with superhuman strength, so mighty were her goddess given powers that she didn't stop for several moments. Those hanging onto her writs were thrashed about like plush toys worried by an Alsatian. Stopping, through tear filled eyes Mary saw her friends, Donna and Cassie, disheveled and groggy but hanging on doggedly.
"Georgia told us to stop you. . .", said Donna, helping a weeping Mary to her feet. ". . .You're shaking the whole mansion, and she thought you might actually topple it!!"
Mary, racked with sobs, hugged her friend, pressing her face into Donna's shoulder. "Oh Donna. . . I'm so humiliated!!. . . and it really, really hurts!!!", she squirmed in agony. "Am I really bruised?? Will this satisfy that horrible Georgia??", she sobbed.
Cassie remarked, "You're butt's actually incandescent, but it does seem to be a little 'off color'. I think you've really 'tanned your hide'. How does this feel?" Here, Cassie roughly pinched Mary's left cheek, which had cooled now to a dull red glow.
"Yiiiiiiii!!", squealed Mary, leaping away and snapping her hands protectively over her battered bottom. Without touching herself, Mary fanned her hands rapidly to cool the sting. "Please don't DO that!!", she cried. Twisting herself around as much as possible, she could just manage to get a glimpse of her tortured tush. As the glow subsided, the angry red hue gave way to deep purple splotches. She had done some damage!
With Donna's and Cassie's help, the whipped heroine limped back to the house to subject herself to another humiliating inspection. Georgia was satisfied when Mary jumped as her surprisingly strong finger prodded a splotchy buttock. Unfortunately for Mary, so novel was it that a common person could truly distress the World's Mightiest Girl by merely poking her butt, her super sensitized buttocks became the preferred target of all. As the now naked and disheartened super heroines once again bent to the task of serving and cleaning, poor Mary's ruined rump was pinched, poked, prodded, scratched, and slapped as she made her way about the room. Each attack brought a jerk, an indignant glare, and an girlish squeal from Mary, and a smug chuckle from the perpetrator.
Georgia was on top of the world. Most of her guests seemed to be enjoying themselves and to be seriously considering her proposal, and her most hated enemy was literally the butt of her most evil joke.
CASSIE:
Though Mary was clearly the center of attention, Donna and Cassie received their share of attention. With both hands busy carrying trays, Cassie fumed when overbold guests took advantage of her naked and unprotected charms. Donna tried to stay close by to run interference for Cassie, but this wasn't always possible. Donna was on the other side of the room when Cassie bent to collect empties from a low table. A sniggering Frost sent an icicle up her exposed anus. Cassie blew up, smashing her tray into the freezing felon, who tumbled over a sofa, several chairs, and a potted palm, and wound up planted head first in the corner trashcan. In a red fury, Cassie stormed after the struggling supervillianess while picking at the intruding piece of ice, now sending most unusual sensations deep into her most private place.
The crash and Cassie's angry roar turned everyone's head. Donna knew at once what had happened, and raced to get between Cassie and her quarry. Georgia, who had just extracted a most gratifying wiggle and shriek from the World's Mightiest Girl with just a rubber band fired from her finger looked up and growled, "Mary!!. . . Get over there now and stop that little tart from doing any more damage!!" Then to herself, "We can't let this go!!"
Mary, trying to rub the sting out of her buttocks with one hand, flew quickly to the confrontation, and wrapped her arms around the furious Cassie. Though she struggled with all her might, The World's Mightiest Maid held Wonder Girl easily. One of Mary's powerful arms held the wildly kicking Cassie off the floor, while the other hand was tightly pressed over Wonder Girl's mouth, effectively cutting off that fountain of profanity. "Where did she ever learn such words?!?!?", wondered Mary aghast.
"Calm down, Cassie!! Take it easy!! We don't need any more problems!!" warned Donna, but Cassie, ice water dripping from her abused anus, would not be quieted.
"OK. . ." said Georgia, when she got to the three super heroines. ". . .That's enough of that!! No more kid gloves!! You two, take little miss potty mouth to the back room. You. . .", she prodded the still struggling Cassie, ". . .have just earned some quality time with our 'mutual friend'! Now beat it!!!"
Donna did her best to grab and hold onto Cassie's flailing legs while Mary immobilized her arms, torso, and head. The thrashing trio wrestled its way out of the drawing room, down the long hall to the foyer and the room under the stairs. Wonder Girl, once out of sight of the leering criminals, quieted down somewhat. Mary released her hold on her mouth. "Come on. . .", Cassie whined. ". . . We can take 'em! The three of us! We can go back in there and whip them all!! Please!! You know I'm right!! You know you want to!!"
"Hush!!", whispered Donna. "As long as Diana's alive we have to cow tow to that bitch!!! . . .But if anything happens to her. . .", she growled, ". . .I personally will grind this crowd to hamburger!!!"
"Georgia must know that.", said Mary. "I doubt she'll really harm Diana or Kara, but she can cause them a world of pain, and if she sees no other option, she might just kill them! We have to follow her orders until this is over one way or the other."
Mary and Donna had put Cassie down, but were watching closely for any signs of renewed hostility. "I'm alright. . .", sighed Cassie. "I know you're right. I can do this." The three pushed open the door and tiptoed into what they had begun to think of as Georgia's communications center.
On the large plasma display on the wall, almost like a window looking into the dungeon beyond, they saw Wonder Woman, standing at attention, staring blankly straight ahead. She was in uniform, red and gold bustier and snug star-spangled tights serving less to hide her voluptuous, athletic body than to accentuate it. Her red, high heeled sandals were held smartly together, her tiara bearing head high. Slow deep breaths moved the magnificent chest bringing attention to her huge, firm breasts. Her golden lasso, a gift of her namesake, the goddess Diana, was looped about her slim, well muscled waist, and trailed off-screen to her left. The lasso swung lazily as the nearly equally striking Cheetah entered, holding the loose end in a clawed hand. She was seemingly clad head to toe in a cat fur catsuit, complete with leopard-like spots, furry ears, and a long tail sprouting from the top of the cleft between her powerful buttocks. The tail switched back and forth as she quietly approached the silent Amazon, and seemed to be as much a part of the female feline as an arm or a leg.
"Well, 'Three Little Maids'. . .", she growled. "Georgie wants you punished. . . Or, at least the littlest miss Wonderful. . . Of course that means that Wonder Boobies here will get hers right along with little Wonder Butt." Donna and Cassie were frightened for Diana, so close to that homicidal monstrosity. On close inspection, the image of the quiescent Wonder Woman on the screen was covered with bruises, scratches, and welts. Her lip was bleeding and one eye was puffy and discolored. If the Cheetah gave in to her insane urges they could do nothing to help. Mary hadn't met Cheetah before, but took her lead from the two Wonder Girls. They were walking on eggs! She was ready to do anything necessary to keep Cheetah calm and, unfortunately, in control.
"I've been having fun with Wonder Tit's wonderful lasso. She's had me in it more than once, and I must say its just wonderful to be 'outside the loop' for a change. I don't know how it works, except that it works really well. Wonder Whoppers was beating herself black and blue for me just a little while ago! Let me demonstrate. . . Oh, and since little Wonder Twat is supposed to be punished, too, let's play a little game. The lasso will compel Wonder Nipples to do whatever I order. In addition, I require that you, little Wonder Toes, exactly copy everything that we have Wonder Jugs do. Are you ready?" As she spoke, Cheetah slinked around the motionless Amazon, one finger trailing over a muscular shoulder while her tail glided sensuously about Diana's thighs.
Cassie shivered at this demand, but gulped and nodded toward the screen.
"Oh, let's have some more players, too. . .", added Cheetah. "You there, big Wonder Butt,. . .", she indicated Donna. "You'll be me! Whatever I do to Wonder Tights, you do to little Wonder Butt! Oh, but you don't have a tail. . .", she added thoughtfully, absentmindedly switching her tail against the Amazon's massive buttocks. "You there,. . .", pointing to Mary. ". . .I don't know you, but with that ass of yours I bet you're a really great piece of tail!! Just watch mine, and do to little Wonder Butt what it does to Wonder Whoppers, here! Is everybody clear?!?!?"
The three nodded sullenly.
"Speak up!!, little playmates. Are we going to have fun?!", enthused Cheetah.
"Yes!" answered the three disgusted super heroines.
"Louder!!" chided the evil cat creature.
"YES!!", chorused the three hapless heroines.
"Then let us begin!!!!", cheered the Cheetah. "Wonder Woman!! I command you to remove your bustier!"
Cassie was already naked, but went through the motions as Diana reached back, released the fastenings and lowered the mystical garment gently to the ground. Massive, high, firm breasts wobbled as she resumed her position. The fascinating motion was echoed, albeit at higher frequency, by the jiggling of Cassie's smaller boobs.
"Let your fingertips glide over the tops of your boobs. Make little swirling motions. . ." quietly ordered the vicious feline. After having the two beauties stimulate their breasts for a few minutes following her very specific directions, Cheetah ordered, ". . .Now take each nipple between your fingers and softly work them. . ."
Both sets of nipps, Cassie's small, pink nubs and Diana's full blown Amazonian 'wine bottle corks' swelled and stiffened. Diana's face took on a look of concerned concentration as if she were trying to fight the lasso's compulsion, or, perhaps, she was just beginning to fall under a new spell. . . the animal needs of her own body. Cassie moaned a little as she, very clearly, drifted on a rising tide of corporal lust.
"Hey, stupid! Watch the tail!!", growled Cheetah, glaring at Mary. Mary had been watching the forced self-pleasuring of the two women with a hypnotic fascination and had completely forgotten that she was to take the part of Cheetah's tail! The furry tip of the latter was idly doodling curly patterns on the undersides of Diana's now quaking buttocks and the backs of her powerful thighs.
"'Sorry. . .", muttered Mary under her breath. She quickly stepped forward to a point just behind Cassie, and, now watching Cheetah's movements carefully, sought to reproduce them with her fingertips on Wonder Girl's anatomy. Cassie, eyes half closed, squirmed happily and sighed as the new sensations melted into her buns like hot butter.
Cheetah watched both Cassie (through some sort of closed video link?) and the mighty Amazon just in front of her. "Are you watching, Big Wonder Butt?. . .", she hissed at Donna. Holding the lasso in her left hand, she raised her right. Then, just as Cassie and Diana wriggled with obviously rising arousal, she slapped Diana's squirming rump as hard as she could. Wonder Woman's eyes popped open in surprise but, though the path to pleasure had been briefly interrupted, she continued to work her erect nipples, still under the last order given her. The sudden viciousness of the attack took Donna by surprise. She stared, dumbfounded, unmoving.
"Your team is going to loose the game, Wonder Bimbo!", snarled Cheetah, and raked her talons across Diana's broad bottom, shredding her tights and leaving red welts in the exposed flesh. Shocked by this, but not wanting things to escalate even further, Donna quickly spanked Cassie, then scratched her nails across her tender young bottom. Poor Cassie screamed and stared, openmouthed at her. Then, sensing Cheetah's growing impatience, she quickly resumed the position of attention, fondling her nipples while Mary, frightened by the sudden cruelty, nervously continued to caress Cassie's throbbing bottom. As her right hand glided over the hot mistreated flesh, she was reminded of her own abused bottom, and her left hand stole behind her to sooth her own still smarting backside. "That's better. . . ", she thought.
"That's better. . ." purred Cheetah, eyes lidded, grinning evilly. ". . . Now that we're practiced, let's really get into it!" Running a claw ever so softly over Diana's heavily muscled abdomen, she quietly leaned over and breathed into Wonder Woman's left ear. The Amazon's lips parted, her eyes closed, and she sighed.
Donna did the same to Cassie, and got the same result!
Viscously, without warning, Cheetah lashed the mighty Amazon's magnificent buttocks again, this time with the loose end of her own lasso. This left an angry red welt across those matchlessly muscled mounds of flesh and squeezed tears from the Royal eyes. Donna, half expecting something like this was not so surprised as before, and, with a whispered "Sorry, Cassie!!" delivered a ringing slap to the blond teen's beautiful butt. For nearly a quarter of an hour, the sadistic cat-like criminal slinked about the helpless Wonder Woman, stimulating then whipping, arousing then slapping, tickling then pinching, and soothing only to pummel the poor creature. Donna tried desperately to keep up. All the while, both Diana and Cassie continued frantically caressing themselves, both seemingly fascinated and unable to stop. Soon both the Majestic Amazon and her sprightly protégé were textbook examples of the results of physical abuse. Their heated bottoms and swollen breasts glowing from their harsh treatment. Both faces contorted with a strange undecipherable mix of terrible pain and growing arousal.
Cheetah suddenly abandoned the beating and moved in close to her prisoner, brushing Diana's arm with her huge furry breasts.
"You're so beautiful. . .", murmured Cheetah directly into Diana's ear. Diana actually smiled a little, her lips remaining open.
"You're so beautiful. . .", Donna breathed into Cassie's ear. The seemingly spellbound girl smiled and sighed, "Oh, Donna. . ."
Cheetah opened her mouth to breath into Diana's ear again, but this time, the tip of her tongue protruded just enough to brush the sensitive organ, sending a noticeable shiver through the captive Amazon's mighty frame.
Donna repeated the action for Cassie. Wonder Girl whimpered, squirming with increasing excitement.
The Cheetah pressed the seduction of her nemesis, the mighty Wonder Woman, while in the dark room under the stairs, the three captive super heroines parodied the act they saw on the screen. Lidded eyes and open-mouthed panting of the two victims along with a darkening stain at the crotch of Wonder Woman's tattered tights, and a glistening sheen about Cassie's oozing pussy advertised the arousal of the two. Neither were Donna and Mary unaffected by the sexual miasma they were helping create. To their shame, both were panting and squirming as they worked on Cassie.
Once again, as both Diana and Cassie seemed near their peak, Cheetah growled, "Keep your wits about you, supergirlies. . ." With her taloned fingers she gently pried the Amazon's powerful buttocks apart, and, with one claw, delicately teased the tightly closed sphincter. Donna, though repelled by the act, did her best to carry it out on Cassie. Wonder Girl seemed to relax, even moaning and pressing herself back to give Donna better access! The captive Amazon Princess, initially tensed at Cheetah's unexpected impudence, also sighed and relaxed after a few moments stimulation.
"Now, Tail!!", hissed Cheetah as she rammed the furry tip of her surprisingly agile appendage into the relaxed Amazon. Horrified, but compelled to follow, Mary jammed her middle finger into Cassie's tender anus!
Diana screeched at the outrage, eyes flashing open in pain and fright, but her hips bucked uncontrollably and she groaned as an unwelcome orgasm took her. Cheetah, pinching a rock hard Amazon nipple and flicking Diana's clit with superhuman speed while swirling her thick furry tail about deep inside Diana's 'tail', felt the prodigious pressure as the Amazon spasmed, her muscles seizing. Skillfully, the evil predator pinched, thrummed, bit, and probed the extraordinary body under her control. Like a champion surfer the Cheetah held Wonder Woman in the groove. Unbreathing, the mighty Amazon endlessly erupted, spasming and quaking as she rode the shameful wave of passion that had been forced upon her. She was completely under the control of her arch enemy.
Although less skillful than the Cheetah, Donna's and Mary's actions, choreographed by the evil villainess, shredded the tender young psyche of the panting, sweating, moaning Cassie and sent the tattered remains swirling off into the monsoon of her youthful body's liberated animal lust. Overwhelmed by the intensity and magnitude of the flood of carnal need that engulfed her, Cassie surrendered and let it take her where it would. It took her, huffing like an over-stoked steam engine, spinning through unimaginable joy and beauty to eventual darkness and silence. . .
After many minutes, both Diana and Cassie collapsed into the arms of their respective tormentors. Panting like puppies, Donna and Mary looked at each other over Cassie's limp form, a mix of seething unsatisfied desire, shame, and guilt burning in their eyes. They quickly looked away, each unable to bear the sight of the raw human lust ignited in the depths of their being by their degrading behavior.
"Hang on girl!!", groaned Mary to herself. "Everyone has these urgings. Just don't give in!! I am a being of reason and light! I CAN overcome these base cravings." Unfortunately, the titillating feel of Cassie's soft warm body pressing against Mary's breast, and the smell of her sweet breath mixed with the heady fragrance of the girl's arousal did not make this easy.
Then she noticed the two sensuous figures on the display. Cheetah was gently cradling the seeming lifeless Amazon in her arms, cooing to her softly as her lips explored Diana's ears and neck. The game was still on!
This was easier. . . Both Donna and Mary now tenderly caressed Diana's protégé, whispering that "Everything would be OK. . . Be strong. . . We won't let anything happen to you. . . We love you. . . ". This was just what they might have done after finding Cassie beaten in battle but the fact that it was all done under the direction of one of the most dangerous of enemies made it hollow and empty. . . At least, to Donna and Mary. To the youngster who was the center of these tender attentions, it was a confirmation that she had just been introduced to a new and wonderful facet of her's and her friends' nature, an exciting and incredibly powerful force, the existence of which she'd never imagined! She sensed new, poorly comprehended feelings toward her teammates stirring her ravaged soul. She forgot the Cheetah, the game, the horrible evil plan that had brought them to this place of humiliation, and dwelt only on the fantastic newly discovered sensations now overwhelming her being. If Cheetah had planned this twisting of Cassie's soul, she was indeed more devious, more dangerous than any of them had believed.
For much of the rest of the afternoon, Wonder Woman and her tender young charge were 'lovingly' teased to mindless heights of overwhelming desire, then rendered unconscious through devastatingly prolonged, mind-numbing orgasmic release. While Diana seemed ever to fight the harassment and reacted with repulsion, shame, and humiliation when coaxed to wakefulness by her wicked conqueror, her protégé seemed lost in the moment, moving against Donna's caressing hands to increase the stimulation and smiling dreamily into the eyes of her tormentors as they tenderly helped her recover from the ravages of the orgasm they had just forced upon her.
In the back of Donna's mind a dim worry nagged, but the rigors of keeping up with Cheetah in the game, and the overpowering scents, sights, tastes, and other sensations competing for her attention keep this concern at the fringes of her ragged consciousness.
Mary was running on 'automatic'. The disgusting behavior she was witnessing and, even forced to commit, was more than her sensitive heart could stand. She submerged her horrified mind, placing herself in a trance, as it were, and continued following and duplicating as best she could the debasing actions of her enemy's terrible tail. What consciousness remained justified her actions as keeping the captive Supergirl and Wonder Woman from suffering permanent bodily harm. If the body remained unbroken, she thought, the mind could recover.
"Oh, Princess. . . .", sighed Cheetah sensuously into Diana's ear. Donna strained to hear so she could whisper something similar to Cassie, still a slave to the horrible 'game' played by the catlike villainess. ". . . You are so beautiful. . . so responsive. . . and so repelled and shamed by your own body's reactions. So much pleasure. . . and it is only punishment for you. Only punishment, because you choose to see it as such. If you would see it differently, this could be an extreme expression of admiration, and love, but to you it is only an assault. . . (a highly successful assault," she sniggered) ". . .on your Royal Person. You are the torturer here! You're tears of shame are of your own invention. You are their cause, not I! I am only making love to you!! But don't worry. . . You are beautiful in your shame! To me, it is as attractive as your sinuous muscles, your voluptuous curves, your flawless skin, your royal demeanor, and your incredible power."
Gently stroking a heaving breast, a turgid nipple, a rock-hard, quivering clitoris, while breathing hot, shaming words into the mighty Amazon's hypersensitive ears, Cheetah brought the hapless princess once more to overwhelming orgasm, and to tears of despair. The villainess knew the depths of Diana's humiliation, and reveled in it. Knowing that she could touch Wonder Woman so deeply thrilled her twisted soul and wildly stirred her libido.
While Mary's body was panting through its own shameful lust, her Goddess-given Wisdom of Minerva birthed the realization that quite possibly, this was as close to love as the warped feline could come. . . a love no less intense for all its perversion. In some tiny corner of Mary's mind, she began to understand that Cheetah was so completely under the spell of the magnificent Amazon that she could no more stop the torment than could the whimpering, quivering, wobbly object of her perverse affections. Her building worry that, with no one in control, this might go on until all participants perished, did not help at all.
CHEETAH GETS THEM READY:
Without warning, an insistent electronic chirping, like an insane cell-phone, began. the groggy image of Cheetah, eyes half closed, slowly looked up, past the sobbing face of her now naked, sweat-soaked, tangle-haired, helpless prey to somewhere off screen. Angrily she extracted the fingers of her right hand from Diana's depths, withdrew her left arm from the swooning Amazon's shoulders and let the limp body slump to the floor. Momentarily deserted by her usual sinuous grace, Cheetah staggered out of camera range, leaving Diana gasping in a heap where she had fallen. For hours, the Cheetah had been playing a complex concerto on the incredibly responsive instrument that was the Amazon's body. Both were at their limits.
The three Super heroines who had been trying to mimic the 'show' were in no better shape. All were physically drained by their marathon sexual escapade. Donna and Mary, when one had a lucid moment, could only recriminate themselves for what they were doing to Cassie. Wonder Girl herself was nearly delirious, mindlessly drifting in a turbulent swirl of never-ending, all-encompassing, overwhelming psycho-physiological sexual stimulation. She had never had such an experience, and was happily lost in the unbelievable sensations washing over her super-sensitive body. When her two tormentors belatedly realized that Cheetah had abandoned Diana and stopped their ministrations, Cassie whimpered softly, ". . . p-please. . . please d-don't stop. . .Oh Donna. . . Oh Mary. . .."
Cheetah, somewhat recovered, reappeared. "Okay, Ladies. . .", she growled, peevishly, ". . . that's the end of that! I've just gotten word that you're wanted in the ballroom! I'm supposed to get you cleaned up and dressed for the occasion!" The evil feline inserted thumb and fingers into the limp Diana's ass and pussy and, using her hair to balance her, brought the unconscious Amazon's body into an upright position, seemingly sitting on her raised right hand, almost like a ventriloquist's dummy. "Now get out of here, shower, clean up, and be back in five minutes or I'll gut your Princess like a roasting pig!!" She shook the Amazon's body menacingly, an action that flopped the lifeless limbs and rolled the huge breasts about disconcertingly.
Mary was the first to recover. Realizing the awful need for speed, she swept the still dazed Wonder Girls under her arms and flew to the closest shower, the fountain in the foyer. Here she submerged herself and her sputtering charges in the chilly waters and rapidly rubbed the sweat, ejaculate, and dirt from their tired bodies. Even in the cold, the feel of their supple warmth under her motion-blurred hands stirred anew those feelings that Cheetah had spent the afternoon teaching them to stimulate. Mary bit her lip as she rubbed down her own still tingling thighs, breasts, and belly. She didn't have time for the sweet passions her busy hands roused! Taking the head of each of her sister-in-arm's in each hand, she swished them about under the water, trying to wash away the grime of the afternoon's perversions.
After 2 minutes in the Marvel Washing Machine, Mary tossed the two young Amazons out onto the marble floor, crying "Shake yourselves!! Get yourselves as dry as possible!! Comb your hair!! HURRY!!!"
With no towels or comb, this wasn't easy, but they managed to burn the water off with superhuman speed, and straighten their hair with frantically combing fingers. Tumbling over one another, the three desperate Maidens of Might made it back to the control room with nearly a half minute to spare. Reaching the display, they froze in horror, eyes wide, mouths agape, bodies rigid, not even breathing. Their only movement was the comical swaying of three stunningly beautiful pairs of very well developed breasts.
On the display, Cheetah was waiting impatiently, leaning against a post, glancing at a clock while petulantly drumming her fingers on her protruding hip. She still held the naked Wonder Woman in her claws, but Diana was no longer 'sitting' on the sadistic feline's hand. Cheetah had turned her hand over, and the now exhausted body of the big Amazon hung from the horridly inserted digits, the cascade of curly black locks sweeping the floor at the feet of her tormentor. The Amazon's powerful thighs and buttocks squirmed. Her unsteady hands reached futily for her smarting nether entrances and their invaders, as she feebly attempted to alleviate the stress on her aching anus and vulva, which now bore the entire weight of the muscular super heroine. The evil villainess, displaying her superhuman strength, was idly wagging her drained prey with one hand, enjoying the undulations of that magnificent body and the play of her helpless victim's tortured sphincters as Diana's core writhed with a mind-numbing mix of pain and arousal. Her eyes screwed shut, little whimpers escaped the hanging Amazon's full sensual lips, as she was so horribly manipulated.
When the image of Cheetah looked up at the three petrified beauties, a cruel smile curled her lip. "Oh, you made it!! Good for you!!. . .", she mocked the three with false warmth. "Your new costumes are in the cabinet on the far wall (she pointed directly out of the screen toward the back of the room). I'll show you how to get into them. We have one here for big 'Wonder Pussy'". She giggled and released the intimate hold on her beaten foe, dumping the Princess in a heap at her feet. Diana slowly curled her abused body into a fetal position, hugging her knees, but her cruel captor had other ideas. Casually extending a long, sharp claw, the furry felon flicked Diana's swollen clitoris, which was just visible, protruding from the apex of her cruelly molested slit. "No sleeping, now. . .", Cheetah admonished the despairing beauty. ". . .We have work to do! Hop to it, Princess!!!"
The unexpectedly intimate attack on her most sensitive organ electrified the despondent Amazon who squealed pitiably and tried to cover her swollen privates. "On your feet, 'Wonder Whoppers'!!!", growled the catlike criminal, in a frighteningly threatening tone.
The naked Amazon Champion desperately willed her beaten body to respond and struggled to her unsteady feet where she stood, cringing before her owner. With a haughty display of contempt, Cheetah turned her back on her staggering foe and strode off screen, returning a few seconds later with a leather harness, a bundle of soft, long hair, some cord, and what looked like a miniature saddle! "You three are going to be the main attraction in Georgia Sivana's After Dinner Dog and Pony Show!!. . .", she announced brightly. ". . .Now pay attention!!"
The three heroines retrieved their newest humiliating costumes from a metal chest near the door and stood before the big plasma display with a sad mix of loathing and fear. Loathing for what they would be required to do. Fear for what might be done to their friend and mentor, the Amazons' Royal Champion, should they fail to comply.
"Let's start with the bridle and bit for the two Wonder Boobies and the World's Biggest Butt. . . Three horse's asses if I ever saw one!" cracked Cheetah, warming to her task. "You've been really good at following my lead! Just keep up the good work, kittens! Little Wonder Nipples can help you!"
Still groggy from her sexual marathon, petite blonde Cassie completely missed Cheetah's last command until Donna noticed her 'gathering wool' and poked her sharply in the ribs. "Pay attention, you little dweeb!. . .", She hissed. "You have to help us with these stupid things!"
On the screen, Cheetah, with a firm hold on the cowering Amazon's thick, dark curls was forcing a large rubber bar between her teeth. The oversized bar held the shrinking giantess's jaws wide open. Donna and Mary, after some fumbling with their strange gear, did the same to themselves. The Cheetah then folded a sort of macramé bridle constructed of the Amazon's magic lasso, over the Mighty Princess' head and attached it to the rubber bar in her mouth, tightening here and there until Diana's jaws were fixed firmly around the bit and her head was trapped inside the fiendish network of golden cord.
In the mansion, the bits were also rubber bars but the bridles were of rich brown leather. Donna had to take her bit out and turn the bridle over before it would fit right, but with Cassie's help, the two older teens were soon tightly bitted and bridled themselves, and casting worried glances at the screen.
While helping adjust the bridles of her two captive compatriots, young Wonder Girl, much shorter than the others, found she sometimes had to drape herself over one or the other excitingly warm naked super heroine. Still aroused and sexually buzzing from her ordeal, the Tiny Teen Wonder was continually jolted by the electric-like stimulation of unexpected contact between her turgid nipples and a soft warm arm, or, her hand with a super heroine neck, cheek, or breast! Waves of excitement were again rising in her tingling young body! Unaware herself of the change in her behavior, she was soon lightly rubbing herself against her companions' lovely bodies. At one point, when Mary bent forward to allow Cassie better access to a buckle at the back of her neck, the dreamy-eyed blonde jumped up to drape herself across the back of the World's Mightiest Maid, shamelessly pressing her pubes against Mary's invitingly supple bottom, as she clumsily adjusted the strapping. The unexpected attentions from this steamy little Wonder Lolita also began to stir her sisters-in-peril!
Cheetah smiled evilly at the three bobbing beauties. "OK, SupeyDupes, . . .", she bubbled. ". . . now put your arms behind your backs, grab you elbows, and let Little Wonder Pussy finish your harnessing like I'm doing to Big Wonder Twat!"
The Cheetah first wound Diana's raven locks in the straps of the harness then pulled it down her back to wind it around her forearms. The mass of raven locks running down the Amazon's back was vaguely reminiscent of a horse's mane. The harness also pulled her head up and arched her back, projecting her huge breasts forward outrageously. She stood like a fantastic figurehead of some eighteenth century moonraker. The evil clawed criminal seemed momentarily hypnotized by the jiggling offerings of her flinching prisoner, but apparently overcoming her fascination, she grinned, and reaching forward, cruelly pinched one of Diana's beckoning nipples.
Cassie too, momentarily spellbound by the wobbling perfumed flesh bobbing before her, blindly following Cheetah's example, reached out and pinched Donna's swollen left nubbin. Donna squealed into her gag, then closed her eyes and moaned as she tensed, bent, and slid her right thigh slowly across her left, trying to squeeze the most from the electric warmth that had leapt from nipple to crotch. Leather creaked as Donna's muscles tightened.
Looking up at the sound, Cheetah growled, "I know that you two Superkids can easily break those bindings without even trying. DON'T!! If you break anything. . .", here, the cruel cat-like criminal wrapped a leather strap around her captive's neck and pulled tight. While Diana struggled pitifully for air, eyes bugging out, the Cheetah went on, ". . . we'll see which breaks first. . . the strap or her neck!!" The Cheetah gave a final yank on the leash and released it, sending the beaten Amazon to her knees. Mary's eyes darted worriedly from screen to Donna and back again. This was not going well! Donna and Mary fumed impotently. Their fundamental constraint, that of obeying their captors so that Diana and Kara would live through the weekend, was an unbreakable obligation, stronger than any cord. Each knew that if a lapse on their part caused the death of these loved ones, life would be unbearable. As a result, their bonds were as unbreakable as if formed of Wonder Woman's magic lasso itself.
"Now for your cute little saddles!!", cried the spotted sadist on the screen, holding up a girl-sized western-style leather saddle as Wonder Woman staggered back to her feet. Bending the bound Amazon forward at the hips, she put a little woolen blanket across the small of that powerful back, and cinched the little leather seat in place. Working as swiftly as she could while swelling with girlie-goo, Cassie soon had her two super friends similarly saddled. An unguessed at newly-awakened part of her thought they looked cuter with each addition to their humiliating costumes.
Finally, Cassie helped her bound and muted companions into their footwear. . . high-heeled ankle-high platform boots, which looked vaguely like hooves but for their color. . . gold for Mary, Black for Donna. Under Cheetah's Direction, Cassie donned furry blonde high-heeled ankle boots, a head harness sporting little blonde furry 'ears', and placed a large white rubber 'bone' between her teeth strapping it to her head by its attached thongs.
"Oh my goodness!. . .", cried The Cheetah, with mock concern, gazing at Diana's naked bottom, so enticingly presented by her forced pose. ". . . we've almost forgotten your tails!! I've got Wonder Mare's right here, and I'm sure that little Wonder Poodle can find those for you three!! Watch how they work!!" The malevolent meany held up a strange garment that seemed to be a combination of leather straps, two stiff rubber cylinders, and long fine black hair.
"This strap goes around the waist of the pony just above the hips and below the saddle. Insert the two rods into the pony’s lower cavities to give her some control over her tail. It will help if the rods are lubricated first. Try to find some lubricant here!" Cheetah suggested, running a finger around and into the Amazon's swollen love mound. ". . . Ah, good!", she intoned as it came back from the squirming Amazon glistening with liquid lust.
Cassie found the tails in the chest, black for Donna and auburn for Mary, matching their hair, and watched the screen intently as she returned to her two nervously wriggling, bound comrades. She inspected them as directed and was rewarded with the required 'oils', and what she thought were the cutest involuntary reactions of the subjugated super heroines. Donna gasped and squirmed when she was entered, and Mary staggered when her knees buckled and her hot moist tunnel clamped down on Wonder Girl's gently invading fingers. The three 'ponies' were ordered upright. With their backs arched in their bindings, this position had their faces and nipples nearly pointing at the ceiling. They then were ordered to spread their legs. Following the Cheetah's demonstration on the writhing, whimpering Princess, Cassie in turn lovingly worked in turn, each of the two bars on the crotch strap of her ponies 'tails' into their hot, seeping pussies, lubing them well. Donna and Mary obviously had a very difficult time balancing on their high heels while Cassie probed their girly-oil wells, but with much teetering and many muffled squeals and groans, the rods were soon well greased. Finally, The Cheetah pressed the lubricated shafts on the crotch of the tail-supporting strap into Diana's quivering, clenching channels. The waist strap was fastened tightly and the tail, seemingly sprouting from the tip of her spine just at the top of the cleft between her powerful buttocks, was brushed out. The stiff internal support held Diana's glistening long black tail in a graceful arch, like that of a show horse. The Cheetah prodded the Amazon's prominent rump, and as the Princess took a few tentative steps, the switching of those mighty buttocks caused the tail to swish elegantly from side to side, lightly brushing the backs of her powerful rump and thighs.
With much fussing Cassie managed to set the tails of her ponies in place. Following the Cheetah's lead, she pinched Mary's buttock, and slapped Donna's bottom to get the two to move. The gentle rolling of the dildos in their most sensitive channels, and simultaneous caressing of their swelling clits by the leather strap holding the tail in place, coupled with the tickling sensations in their susceptible backsides as they were caressed by their swishing tails surprised the two hapless heroines. At first their gaits were confused and halting as the unexpected and unwanted, but startlingly exciting sensations triggered waves of arousal that washed through their disobedient bodies.
"Have them practice trotting for a few minutes, like this!", directed the Cheetah, who now had the Amazon Princess jogging in a circle around her, one end of her golden reigns held high above her furry head. The little gagged blonde, youngest of super heroines, used imaginative charade-like gestures and a few well placed slaps, pokes, and pinches to get her two ponies prancing around her. Her eyes were inexorably drawn to their bouncing breasts, flexing thighs, and tail-swept undulating buttocks. She was mesmerized, wallowing in a quagmire of emotions, not the least of which was pure lust. She registered the expressions in her friends' eyes; dogged determination warring with the humiliation and arousal inspired by their embarrassing situation and degrading stimulation, but instead of sparking sympathy, it fueled baser urges.
On the display, the Cheetah too seemed to be lost in reverie. "You know. . . ", she sighed almost inaudibly to no one in particular. ". . . When I was a girl, I had a favorite horse. She was a powerful, spirited mare, just like you, Princess. . ."
"She was once a little girl?!? . . . with a horse?!?!?. . ." marveled Mary Marvel, as she was compelled to trace her shameful circle in front of the large Plasma display. How did she ever come to this?!?!?"
". . . Sometimes I really miss her. . ." Cheetah continued to reminisce. "She was a thing of great beauty and controlled strength, and she was mine! After she learned my ways, galloping across country mounted on that epitome of fluid grace and power was sooooo sensual. . . I loved her! I love you, too, Princess. . . your symmetry of line, grace, and power evoke those feelings I knew as a child. I will ride you too, Amazon, and when you become used to me, we will be an unbeatable team. I so ache to ride you!! Well, why not! Whoa!!! That's the girl!! Hold still while I mount you!!"
With one seamlessly elegant motion, Cheetah seated herself on the Amazon's parody of a saddle, and leaned forward to whisper something in her mount's ear. The Cheetah's weight, although substantial for a woman, was not enough to cause the powerful Amazon any physical distress. It must have been the realization that she was 'owned', and completely under the control of an enemy who continually resisted the Amazon's attempts to rehabilitate her, and who twisted the purity of love to such grotesque ends that caused the tearfully strained expression that Mary saw flicker across those beautiful, dark eyes. Whatever Mary was feeling, it must be many times worse for the noble Amazon Princess.
Somehow, to Cassie, the large cat-like creature seated astride the despairing Amazon in their bizarre costumes wasn't comical at all, but rather a potently sensuous vision. The powerful buttocks of the two women, their large, high breasts, their muscular thighs, all balanced in such a beautiful tableau stoked her inner fires as no vision before. Her breasts swelled, and her nipples hardened as her eyes half closed and center melted, sending molten lust oozing down her shivering thighs. So lost was she in her reverie that The Cheetah had to shout to get her attention.
"Little Wonder Blondie!! Are you drunk?!?!?. . . ", growled the suddenly angry criminal. "Put YOUR tail on, get it in gear, and get it to the ballroom!!!"
Shaking herself awake, Cassie looked back into the trunk and found one more piece of costume. The straps and double rod arrangement was unmistakable, but instead of a full flowing wand of hair, the tail she was to wear was simply a stick with a large fuzzy blonde tuft at its end. Quivering in anticipation and embarrassment, the teen lubricated the two shafts in her quaking love channel while her pony-transformed sisters-in-arms circled her, watching in helpless fascination. Cassie managed to get the horrible thing inserted properly and fastened, then glanced back to see what it looked like. Jutting upward at a jaunty angle from her athletic teen butt was the blonde fuzzy-knobbed appendage. It completed the 'blonde poodle' motif of her degrading costume. Without thinking, she reached back and, taking the fuzzy ball of fluff in her fingers, tried to adjust the angle of the tail. . . WOW! The unexpected and simultaneous stimulation of her already tingling clitoris, g-spot, and anus nearly sent her to the floor!! She gasped loudly, and held her breath as she gingerly tilted the tail again.
"Hey, Wonder Puppy!. . ." Cheetah roared. ". . . Quit playing with your tail, and get off to the ballroom!! You're already late!! I'm also supposed to tell you. . ." the Cheetah continued, glancing at a sheet of paper, ". . . that you are to hold your arms tight by your sides with your little hands positioned limply by your boobs, like a begging poodle!!"
Wonder Girl did as best as she could, and Donna's heart went out to the powerful teenager who now looked so forlorn, vulnerable, ridiculous, and somehow,. . . so beautiful! Wonder Woman's rider now clucked to her steed, and flicked the reigns across her muscular haunches. "Get 'em up, Wonder Horsie!" Cassie was surprised to see her mentor rear back, almost throwing her rider. Wide-eyed, she squealed into the rubber bit, producing a grotesque parody of a whinny. (The evilly grinning cat-creature had jabbed her tail in between the Amazon's meaty bottom cheeks!) "Yeeeehhhaaaa!!", cried the Cheetah, tottering on the back of her rearing mount, waving one hand high in the air. Then the humbled Princess regained her balance and they were off at a brisk trot, off the screen to parts unknown, the echoing clopping of the Amazon 'horse' fading into the distance.
Shaking off the strangely compelling effect of the image of the two powerful women so bizarrely entangled, Wonder Girl quickly held up the map of the mansion so she and her friends could see it. Then they too left, three fantastically costumed beauties jogging along the dimly lit, starkly echoing halls of the magnificent manor to the large ballroom at the other end of the house, and to who-knew-what further trials and humiliations.
DOG AND PONY SHOW:
Dashing through the echoing corridors of the old mansion, Wonder Girl had fallen slightly behind the two older super heroines. Whether this happened by chance or design, she didn't know, but soon she was running as in a dream, entranced by the fascinating, flexing, nearly nude backs of the two older teens. Donna and Mary had gotten the hang of running in the outrageously high heeled boots. Their gracefully pointing toes, driving muscular legs, powerful buttocks surging against each other, and elegant tails switching back and forth with each prancing step were truly poetry in motion. . . poetry that included an extremely erotic component. Even if her over-stimulated body hadn't been constantly reminded of its own arousal by the motion of her costume's embedded parts, (motion augmented by the strange rhythmic thrashing of the weighted, tufted stick of a tail emerging from between her pumping buttocks), the sight alone of her sisters-in-arms so bizarrely constrained and displayed would have been enough to set her middle bubbling with warm liquid desire. Cassie was soon panting much more rapidly than the easy run would have demanded, and her thighs glistened with more than sweat.
Mary and Donna, trotting side by side, were also not immune to the erotic aspect of their predicament. The sounds of heavy breathing, unmistakable aroma of feminine arousal, sight of flowing hair and breasts bobbing just at the edge of vision, not to mention the unwanted excitement of the churning of their fluid innards and swishing of their driving posteriors by their costumes' bizarre accoutrements had both of them running in a strange, trance-like, state.
Turning a corner the exotic team found the wide entrance to the brightly lit ballroom now fitted out as a dining hall. Without breaking stride, they were waved through by what appeared to be a caterer's serving maid (who's eyes followed them with a mix of surprise, undisguised curiosity, and contempt for the three 'slaves for a weekend'). Keeping formation, the 'hypnotized' heroines trotted down a narrow passage between tables to a circus-like ring set in the center of the room. As they passed tables crowded with drunken revelers they felt their buttocks slapped, breasts poked, nipps flicked, and tails swirled (which, through the connected plugs, sent surprisingly delicious sensations directly into their molten interiors). But even these unwanted, humiliating, and terribly personal assaults didn't cause them to falter, not even when Cassie's left buttock was 'tested' with a jabbing fork. They had surrendered to their plight, and each was so far lost in her own private maelstrom of despair, self-loathing, and, yes, lust, that very little could reach them.
They bounded over a low barrier, and at Georgia Sivana's direction, began trotting in a circle just inside the boundary of the ring. Georgia displayed more than her usual showmanship dressed in a ringmaster's jacket, jodhpurs, and high hat. With an evil grin, she shouted directions to the hapless trio while her whip licked their athletic bodies until they were more-or-less evenly distributed about the ring, still following each other at a brisk trot, knees high, heads up, with bouncing breasts and flexing bottoms shamelessly on display.
For the next few minutes, to the delight of the laughing, taunting audience, Georgia put the hapless heroines through their paces; running a hastily setup course of hurdles, leaping over her whip, and bounding through hoops, all while prancing outrageously to the nearly deafening roar of brass band midway music.
For a change of pace, Georgia directed the three super heroines to stop and line up, side by side in the center of the ring, and had the volume of the music greatly reduced. Each outlandishly costumed champion was thoroughly ashamed, placing herself on display and cavorting in such a demeaning manner before this crowd of criminals. Mary knew she should be rounding them up and carting them off to jail, but love for their friends, who were in mortal danger, kept the three heroines in deepest subjugation. Each held her head high, but it was a hollow gesture, considering the rubber bit or bone in their teeth, their ridiculous tails, and their naked boobs wobbling outrageously before them. Standing perfectly still, and with the music much quieter, the proud girls were painfully aware of each crass comment, each disgusting remark spat upon them by the drunken audience. Each blushed crimson in humiliation.
The World's Cruelest Ringmaster drove their embarrassment to new depths when she had her 'ponies' do simple addition problems, stamping the number of the sum with their ludicrously high heels ("See, even super heroines can do math!!", chortled Georgia), and whinnying (or barking, in Cassie's case) on cue in time with the music. Three magnificent heroines forced to behave like a chorus of trained animals for the enjoyment of an audience of drunken lowlifes was a terrible debasement of their noble calling as well as of themselves.
The crowd was clearly warmed up. "Now for your edification and amusement. . .", shouted the World's Wickedest Girl, playing her ringmaster role to the hilt, ". . . we offer these spirited steeds to test your riding skills!! Who will be the first?!?!?"
"What do you mean by 'riding'?!?!?", slurred a joker in the back, and the rest laughed.
Without thinking, the drunken Body Doubles staggered into the ring and, after several false starts, managed to mount Mary and Donna. From the back of the room, Harley Quinn dashed out of the crowd, shrieking childishly, "I want the puppy!! I Want The Puppy!! I WANT THE PUPPY!!" With an excited grin, she ran up to Cassie and began to swirl the tip of the poor 'puppy's' tail while watching WonderGirl's eyes intently. Cassie squirmed, moaned, and almost fell as Harley continued playing with her body. After a few angry admonitions from Georgia, Harley leapt onto Cassie's back, and holding onto a breast with one hand and tail with the other, waited expectantly.
Pulling on Donna's bridle and flicking the heroine's bottom with her whip, the World's Kinkiest Ringmaster got the three mounted maidens moving around the ring again. A cycle or two of slow prancing gave the riders practice keeping their balance, and their feet out of the way of the legs of their high-stepping steeds. Then Georgia increased the speed. As the speed increased, the gleeful expressions of the riders slowly changed to concern and then to fear as they soon were hanging on for dear life! Harley, riding 'bare-back' on a staggering, squirming, WonderPuppy, was the first to lose her balance and tumble out of the ring into the remains of the feast on a nearby table. The squealing Body Doubles followed almost immediately, leaving the three rider-less heroines dashing in a dizzy circle. No normal woman was a match for the incredible Super Heroines, even in their present state of distress.
Georgia repeated the event for other guest riders until all those who desired it had had a chance at riding a genuine Super Heroine. Soon the room was a mess (from villainesses falling from their mounts), and the guests were more interested in wrestling with each other than watching the action in the ring. Sivana's daughter then changed gears and announced a new ". . .Puppet Dance Competition!!!". While the guests looked on with renewed curiosity, the World's Wickedest Girl clipped chromed steel balls (about an inch in diameter) to the jutting nipples of each of her prisoners, and hung one from each devilishly intimate tail. She then gracefully demonstrated how she could move the steel balls (and therefore the dismayed Heroines' most sensitive parts) by waving a magnetic glove a few inches from the captives new ornaments. Georgia challenged her guests to ". . . make the Heroines to dance!! Direct their every step as if by magic!! Enjoy your mastery over our pets, with the lightest touch . . . in fact with no touch at all!!! If your puppet falls or breaks her costume, she will be punished, and you will receive a valuable prize!!!"
Georgia was barely able to maintain order as the guests pushed forward with renewed enthusiasm. Two guests per Heroine were admitted to the ring and issued a pair of magnetic gloves each. Georgia played a disc of slow, sensuous rock and each pair began 'working with' their chosen 'puppet'. Mary had initially resolved to stand perfectly still and not respond to these obscene stimulations, but her body had spent so much time stewing in its own arousal that it simply didn't register her mind's resolve. When Live Wire's gloved hands fluttered inches from Mary's nipples, the sympathetically trembling steel spheres sent ripples of excitement through the sensitive flesh forcing a small cry from the World's Mightiest Girl. Someone behind her was now teasing her costume's tail, working its horrible butt plug and dildo in gentle circles inside her most susceptible, and already seething core. In spite of her determination, Mary's hips slowly rotated with the tail, as her upper body swayed with the motion of her tender nipples. The Wonder Girls were proved no better than Mary in controlling their wayward bodies.
After a few minutes of practice, and with much laughing advice from their animated audience, the six 'puppeteers' soon had the three hapless animal-guised beauties swaying seductively in time with the music, tears running down their perfect faces, as their ravishers seemed to pantomime caresses. When Georgia switched to a faster tune, the magnetically affected balls weren't able to follow Live Wire's hands as fast as she would like, so she began to discharge little shocks from the tips of her fingers to speed things up. The first spark had Mary's eyes fully open in an instant as her pectoral muscles spasmed and a startling tingle shot through her right nipple, to rebound again and again throughout that over-stimulated body like the echo of an explosion rattling through a canyon. Live Wire (and a number of the audience) liked the response, and experimented with other points on the marvelous body before her. A shock to Mary's right hip caused her to jerk it left. Sparks to her buttocks sent her hips forward, while zapping her swollen clitoris sent her hips jerking back with an angry squeal from Mary.
"Hey, DJ!!. . .", cackled one of the drunken company. ". . . Do you have any hula disks?!?!?"
Mary was mortified, but had enough presence of mind to realize that if she did anything to defend herself or try to evade her tormentors. . . if she did so much as to snap one of the thongs holding her arms tightly behind her back. . . it would mean terrible consequences for Supergirl! Possibly resulting in permanent damage or even death!! She couldn't let that happen, so, ears red with embarrassment, tears of humiliation running down her matchless cheeks, and breasts wobbling shamefully, she stood and took her punishment. Similar concerns for Wonder Woman must have been what kept Donna and Cassie in the same appalling fate.
Live Wire, spurred on by the sadistic crowd, soon had all three super girl 'animals' jitterbugging grotesquely in the circus ring. Someone giggled, "Those 'horses' aren't behaving much like the mares I've known, and I bet that 'puppy' can't even lick her own crotch!!" Several sets of playfully rough hands grabbed the surprised Cassie and bent to the floor, trying to bend her lips to her twat. "MMMMFFFFFF!!!", yelped the suddenly indignant Wonder Puppy, through the horrible rubber bone. For the instant, she seemed to have forgotten about Diana, and both the spasmodically jerking Donna and Mary glanced worriedly her way, anxious that she might do something they would all regret. Then all froze as a commanding new voice boomed through the drunken revelry.
"Oh, so you want REAL animals, do you?!? Well, I can take care of that!!!"
All eyes turned toward the newcomer. She was a striking figure, tall and lean with flowing red hair, long diaphanous robes, and thong sandals on lithe feet. Large gold loops swung from her ears and multiple bangles on each wrist jingled in the new stillness as the imposing goddess gestured threateningly. Both Donna and Cassie immediately recognized the interloper. Indeed she was nearly a goddess. "Oh Shit. . .", thought Cassie. ". . . Circe!!!"
All at once, things became very chaotic.
PARTY CRASHER:
Whatever reason the witch might have for exercising her fiendish mystical arts to take control of the underworld leaders that Georgia had assembled was left unspoken. She began the process with no explanation or introduction. Reality itself seemed to be bending to her will.
Having spent the entire day keeping their natural feistiness under strict control and allowing themselves to be subjected to the most humiliating treatments, the three heroines were not as swift to act as they normally would be. The fact that, from their 'puppeteers' ministrations the three of them were each just at the edge of another horrendous forced orgasm didn't help. Circe waved her arms. Multiple bracelets jangled. A faint mist seemed to spread from her, and then Mary, through her terrible lascivious urges, was horrified to see what could only be described as waves of distortion expanding outward from where the witch stood. Lights dimmed and brightened in a sickening rhythm. The drunken laughter was becoming questioning cries, then screams, then inhuman howls that set Mary's teeth on edge. At last, she was becoming aware of her surroundings, but what was happening?!?!?
As her view of the room around her seemed to slowly pulse, part shrinking, part bulging obscenely, the World's Mightiest Maid began to realize that not all of the distortion was simply visual. Members of the dreadful crowd that had so tormented her were now in torment themselves. Worse, as parts of their bodies seemed to rhythmically bulge and collapse, the structure of those parts was actually changing, some becoming furry, some bending impossibly, taking on monstrous forms.
Mary didn't know what to do, and remained frozen in dismay as those gathered in the now hellish elegance of their surroundings became their bestial counterparts. Where Poison Ivy had sat, so smug before, swayed a giant, poisonous plant-like sea anemone. The dumbstruck monkey that was staring at her in alarm could only be Harley Quinn. Was that an electric eel squirming on the floor where seconds before Live Wire had been so heartlessly abusing the three heroines?! In panic, Mary looked down at herself and saw sickening distortions rippling through her own body. Fighting nausea, she looked to Donna and Cassie for some kind of guidance but saw that they too were enthralled by the horror that was happening to themselves!!! All three were paralyzed with the bizarre terror of the situation!!
This changed abruptly! Cassie felt a boney limb sweep across her trembling leg. Glancing down she saw a stringy giant rat, easily the size of a large dog working its way out of the shreds of a ringmaster's uniform. It smelled evil. The patchy fur on its lanky frame was repellent, and its grinding yellow incisors threatening. Its whiskers twitched menacingly and the glaring, beady eyes stared up into Wonder Girl's. Cassie, reacting with all the mindless fear of rodents that she held throughout her non-Super life, screamed and leapt with all her might!
Cassie was definitely NOT non-Super now, and her decidedly Super jump drove her into Mary. The two superhuman forms rocketed across the room. . . right into Circe. The witch was caught off guard, and nearly knocked through a wall herself. . . and the hellish activities in the room seemed to hesitate! Cassie, still hysterical, rolled to a stop, picked herself up and screaming incoherently ran from the room. Mary, driven from her paralysis by her collision with Cassie, and having noticed the hesitant flicker of the horrors around her, flashed into action, driving her powerful fists into the face of the near goddess, who was then trying to rise from the floor. Realizing that a reality twisting evil like this witch merited no quarter, Mary attacked with everything she had. The swelling and shrinking of her own body parts didn't help, but she managed to keep the witch down and continued the beating. As the distracted witch lost control of the spell she was spinning, the occult distortions began to collapse back upon their source, and Circe herself felt the frightening deformities twisting her own mystical being.
Sitting uncertainly on her haunches, her head swaying drunkenly, arms hanging limply by her sides, eyes half lidded, the sorceress muttered, "Enough, enough. . . away. . .". Mary's next blow passed violently through empty air, sending the frenzied, off-balance heroine sprawling. Panting, she raised herself on one arm and pushed the hair from her eyes. Like a dying hurricane the waves of evil were falling back to their origin, and as they dissipated, distinctly human cries of fear, wailing, and soft sobbing could be heard.
The company of villainesses were milling about uncertainly. Most were naked, disheveled, and still shaking with fright. It looked as though they might just run for it when the grating voice of the World's Wickedest Girl called for order. Standing as majestically as her naked frame would allow, Georgia seized the moment and addressed her doubtful flock.
"This has been an unexpected demonstration of what I can do for you!!!" she cried. "My tame Super Heroines have saved your fat asses!! Look at your miserable state!! None of you would be here now in all your human glory if it weren't for me!!! Think about this!!" Then more softly she added. "The evening's entertainment is over. Go to your rooms and enjoy a peaceful night's rest. We'll have a lot to discuss in the morning. Brunch will be at 10:30!! See you then!! Good night."
The guests filed out. None were laughing now. Friends reassured friends with a soft hand on a shoulder or a whispered word, and slowly the room emptied. When all were out, Georgia glared at the cowering Donna. "Round up your friends. . .", growled the evil Sivana's daughter. ". . . I need to give you three your night's duties."
Donna didn't have to look far. Mary was dragging herself toward the broken circus ring, and Cassie was sheepishly peaking in the door. Mary walked with increasing confidence. "We really saved her bacon that time", she thought. "Georgia will probably thank us and let us all off early!", she enthused inwardly with the return of her unsinkable optimism.
"OK, you three twits. . . ", snarled Georgia when the three disheveled, naked victors stood before her. ". . . What did I tell you would happen if you did any damage to those cute little costumes!?!?"
Mary couldn't believe her ears. "We just saved your life!!!", she cried. "How could we fight and not damage those disgusting things?!?!? How can you be this way?!?!?"
"Yeah!!", whined Cassie. "You've no right to treat her like that!"
Donna stepped menacingly forward.
"Hold your tongues, you idiots!!", shouted Georgia. "I make the rules, and you live by them!! Is that clear?!?!? Those expensive duds are now so much shreds and shards, and you're standing here talking back to me!! Wonder Horse! Wonder Puppy! Mare Morsel!! You'll just have to punish each other for me, or I'll let Cheetah eviscerate your beloved 'elder sister', Wonders, and have Catwoman shove Supergirl's head up her ass!!"
The chilling threats reminded the three of the real reason for their servitude. They swallowed their bitter gall and, with heads down, quietly answered, ". . .yes ma'am."
"Alright, you dopes!", Georgia ordered. "Stand in a circle facing around it. Now all bend over. Thaaaaat's right. Now spank the hell out of the ass in front of you until I tell you to stop!"
While the three cowed super-nudes carried out the outlandish directions, Georgia put both hands over her ears and turned away, grinning evilly. Mary placed her left hand on the small of Donna's back and delivered the first stinging swat to those perfect, athletic buttocks, which rippled and reddened in response. Donna passing some of the pain on to her 'younger sister' struck Cassie's taut upturned teenaged ass, momentarily lifting the squealing teen off her feet and spoiling her shot at Mary's broad backside. Without getting into any kind of rhythm, the explosive strikes produced indignant squeals, wobbling flesh, and reddening hindquarters, and rocked the room for nearly 15 minutes before Georgia could bring her mirth under control. "My God, if they only knew how silly they look!! I love this!!", thought the evil girl.
Finally, Georgia called a halt to the punishment, and the three chastised heroines stood squirming before her, unruly hair hanging in front of teary faces, hands gingerly caressing fiery rumps. There was no more question of confronting Georgia again!
"As further punishment,. . .", sighed Georgia in a disgusted tone, ". . . you get no sleep tonight. This place is a mess. Clean it up!! If it's not spotless by tomorrow morning, your friends will pay!" Then Georgia turned and strode out of the room.
Incredulously the three beaten Super Maidens watched Georgia's naked butt saunter out of sight. They looked at each other. Mary was the first to speak.
"I'm sorry!!", was all that she could think of before bursting into tears.
Donna and Cassie moved close and hugged the World's Most Miserable Girl. For a few silent moments the three held each other. "It's OK. . .", soothed Donna to her partners-in-misery. "There was nothing else we could do." Then looking around at the daunting wreckage of their war zone she added, "We better get to work."
As they worked in the echoing hall Mary wondered out loud, "Now, I don't know this Cerci, but she is clearly some sort of magical creature. Why didn't we change into animals with the rest of them?"
"We would have, eventually." answered Donna, wrapping the remains of a set of dishes in a tablecloth. "She once turned Diana into a doe! She has incredible powers! I think, though, that because our powers, yours too Mary, all have very ancient mystic origins themselves, she must have had more trouble with us than with the others."
"Yeah!. . .", added Cassie wearily, sweeping a growing pile of garbage across the marble floor. ". . .If I hadn't reacted so quickly we'd probably all be in pens on her private island, by now!"
"YOU, saved the day, Cassie!?!?. . .", cried Donna in surprise. She hadn't been able to follow the action very well. ". . . Well, you certainly have my thanks!!!"
Suddenly repentant after getting a sharp look from Mary, Cassie added apologetically, ". . . Of course Mary helped, . . . a lot!!"
"Yeah, it was sort of a collaboration," put in Mary generously, with a wink.
"Well?!?!?. . . Are you going to fill in the details?!?," asked an interested Donna.
"Here, would you help me get this table back on its legs?!?!?" asked Cassie, changing the subject.
Mary took the cue and didn't add to the poor girl's obvious embarrassment. "Sure!" she said, and that was that. Each wrestling with her own personal devils, the three worked on with a minimum of conversation.
BRUNCH:
As the east began to glow with a new dawn, three tired, chastened, and completely naked super heroines had just about cleaned up the wreckage of the mayhem of the night before. Those large folding tables that could be salvaged had been wiped down and were back in place. The others were packed with the rest of the debris in a large dumpster out behind the kitchen. They had polished the white marble floor and wiped down the walls. Fortunately, most of the wall hangings had escaped with little damage as the center of activity had been the middle of the large room.
"Well,. . ." sighed Mary, wiping an unruly strand of auburn hair from her forehead with the back of her hand. ". . . We've about done cleaning. I wonder if we're supposed to set it up for brunch?"
Donna cast a weary eye about. "We weren't told to put anything out." Then she added, apprehensively, "Will she punish us for doing it, or will she punish us for not doing it???"
"Think a little, dummy!. . .", snarled Cassie in an angry tone. "She's going to punish us no matter what! They're all going to punish us! HellOo!! SHE'S GOING TO HAVE US PUNISH EACH OTHER!! WHERE'VE YOU BEEN ALL THIS TIME?!?!?!? (Dumbass!!)", she added under her breath.
At that moment, The main doors were thrown open and an army of caterers bustled into the room. Suddenly, embarrassingly aware of their nakedness in the strangely common activity that filled the room, Mary tried to hid her beauty with fluttering hands, while Donna backed behind a marble column, and Cassie shrank behind a table. The director, a stern, stocky woman with a severe expression, informed the shrinking heroines that they were to clean themselves up, put uniforms on, and return in 10 minutes. Once again, eyes cast down to avoid the disdainful glare of the caterers, the weary, naked, blushing, and completely subdued super heroines scurried off to the servants' quarters to wash and dress and report to their heartless mistress, the World's Wickedest Girl, Georgia Sivana.
Once again, they showered and dried in minutes, then fumbled for their uniforms. "Hey!!. . . This looks like. . . It is! It's my real costume!!. . .", cried Cassie incredulously. ". . .It's all here!!, Even Zeus' thunder bolts!!. . . I can't believe it!!. . . What's going on?!?!?"
"Mine's here too!", whooped Donna, and Mary broke into tears when she picked up her comfortably familiar red-white-and-gold attire. Distracted only for a moment, the three donned their outfits in seconds, and, feeling 'whole' once again, they raced back to the dinning room in hopes of not angering the evil Georgia.
When they returned, None of the guests had come to brunch, yet. Georgia was in conference with the chief caterer, and didn't seem all that happy. The cowed heroines raced up to the two, coming to attention, instantly motionless in front of them. Well. . . not exactly motionless. . . For a few breathless moments, The girls' hair and breasts swung back and forth, while Mary's skirt and cape swirled about her statue-still body, movements echoed in the eyes of the two 'bosses'. The director left in a huff, and Georgia, absentmindedly fidgeting with a long wooden pencil turned moodily toward her three slaves-for-the-day.
"Damn, her!! Good help is so hard to find, these days!!", complained Georgia under her breath. "I wanted the three of you on display, but after last night, she's refused to allow any of her people to work in the same room with my guests! It isn't as if they have to really do anything. . . just keep people's coffee cups full, and deal with whatever comes up. . . Well, I can see her point. You three weren't the only ones to enjoy the exuberance of my company. Maybe I should have hired a squad of whores, too!! No. . .", she growled, slyly eying her captives. ". . . Not when I have three really SUPER whores! I just wanted to use you a little differently today. Oh well, it can't be helped. If I don't keep the bitch happy, I'll have a hell of a time setting up any more parties, and I don't think we'll need all of you to serve."
The snarling Georgia turned and pulled a cardboard box from under the nearby table. "Here, Wonder Boobies,. . .", she growled, prodding first Donna's proud breast, then Cassie's more girlish mound with the eraser end of her pencil. "Put these on over what you've got, and report to Mrs. Uppity, there, for your assignments." She held out the box, from which the large, powerful beauty Troya, and tiny athletic cutie Wonder Girl, extracted little lacey white aprons, caps, chokers, and wrist bands. With obvious distaste, the two put on the demeaning bits of cloth and turned to drag themselves off to their new supervisor.
"And you, Merry Marbles. . .", Georgia hissed at Mary, snapping the tip of a gaily garbed breast with her pencil, ". . . you have it easy this morning. First I need you to move a few pieces of marble, and then you can relax!"
Not trusting Georgia at all, but fearful to disobey, Mary dutifully followed her to one of the marble columns. There she was told to remove a statue from its stand, put it in another room for temporary storage, and then move the marble base on which it had stood out a bit from the column. For the World's Mightiest Girl, who could lift battleships, this was easy. Then Georgia directed Mary to stand up on the platform, only a foot and a half above the floor, place her hands on her hips, and with feet apart and chest proudly forward, assume the position of a majestic Super heroine.
"Mary. . . You're going to be a still life, a statue, a living work of art to brighten up the hall." directed the evilly grinning Georgia. "Your not to move, no matter what happens. If you budge in the least, or make a single sound, I'll see that your Kryptonian friend is moved to scream!! Think you can handle that, Mary Morsel?!?"
Mary, already in position began to nod to acknowledge her directives, but Georgia wouldn't allow even that. "Shut up and don't move, you Little Red Cheese Pie! Your shift started two minutes ago! Oh, . . . and smile. . . Super heroines should be proud!! That's almost it. . . There you go! Now let's see if you can really handle this. . ." cracked the World's Wickedest Girl, poking Mary's pussy with her pencil tip. Mary's eyes at once turned cold, but she held her pose, and most of her forced smile. ". . . OK. Now let's be sure everything is set for that final meeting at 2:00", mumbled Georgia to herself turning away, suddenly preoccupied again with her conference. Mary was left to herself in the large, echoing marble-walled dining room.
She had been posing on the pedestal for nearly ten minutes when the first guests began to trickle into the great hall. Looking hung over, but at least clean and presentable, they filled their plates at the array of delicacies piled on two counters near the entrance, slumped into chairs at the freshly set tables, and glared about for coffee. Mary thought that Georgia must have reminded Donna and Cassie of Wonder Woman's predicament because they seemed unusually anxious to serve, rushing about with great carafes of coffee in both hands, filling fast emptying cups, and not complaining of the continuing pinching, slapping, goosing, and general fondling of their magnificent bodies by the unruly company. Finally, full of caffeine, and good food, the guests seemed to begin to wake up and notice their surroundings.
"Hey, is that a statue of Mary Marvel?!?!?", asked the blonde Body Double.
"Nah. . ." answered her exotic Hispanic companion, glancing at the bill of fare. ". . .it says here on the menu that there are 'Live Sculptures placed around the hall for your enjoyment'."
"Wow!. . .", returned the first. ". . . For MY enjoyment!!. Well let's go and 'enjoy'!!"
With that, the two sauntered over to 'enjoy' Mary's 'artistic efforts'. Georgia had placed a sign on Mary's pedestal that read: "Mary Marvel, savior of the War with Cerci and SuperSlave of G. Sivana."
"She looks so proud and strong standing there like that. Just like one of the guards at Buckingham Palace. Do you think we can get her to move, Bonny?, asked the dark beauty.'
"Did you get that palace guard to move, Carmen?!?!", retorted the blonde.
"I would have if the Bobbies hadn't come and tried to arrest me!!", Carmen rejoined. Bonny stepped closer, and watching Mary's face said, "Lets try this. . ." With that she began making faces at the frozen girl. Mary, not at all amused, just kept still, staring straight ahead with her 'cheerful' smile unchanged. "Nope, that didn't do it", she sighed after a few minutes. "We need to do something a bit more noticeable. We weren't allowed to touch the Palace Guards ("No. . ., that's why they called the police!!!," interjected Carmen) but I don't see any 'Don't Touch' signs on this piece, do you??"
"No, now that you mention it, there is definitely no 'Don't Touch' sign in sight. The Brits tend to be uptight, but this is America, so I guess 'Touching' is alright here. Let's try this. . .!!"
During this exchange, both half naked, athletic, mischievous criminals were watching Mary's eyes intently for any sign that they were getting through to her. Mary mentally tried to prepare herself for the inevitable 'close encounter', and still managed to hold her pose. She even remained still when the blonde Body Double lifted her gold-trimmed red miniskirt, tucked it into her golden belt, and whistled wolfishly, but memories of her own embarrassment as she greeted guests yesterday, and her body's traitorous reactions to their base attentions later, rose to haunt her. True, she had been helped down the path to depravity by Poison Ivy's terrible pheromone/hormone cocktail, but that shouldn't be an excuse for a Super heroine of her stature. Now, the feeling of warm, soft fingertips caressing the back of her left knee, moving languidly toward the inside of her thigh, tracing slow, heated spirals on her blushing flesh as they rose toward the crotch of her modest 'lollypop' panties and the aroma of arousal (her own, or the Body Doubles'??) all served to revive the passions that had held her in thrall for so much of the previous day.
Suddenly, she was surprised by a powerful impact striking just between her buttocks. Carmen, just out of Mary's range of vision, had skillfully delivered a spinning kick with the point of her toe! Briefly unbalanced by the blow, Mary's heels momentarily rose off the pedestal, and her hips rocked slightly forward. "Wow, Carmen. . .", marveled the blonde as she moved in to examine Mary's bottom more closely. ". . . I think you gave her a wedgie!! Not a SUPER wedgie, but not bad for this early in the morning!! Yep, definitely a wedgie!!" she added. "Bet you can't do it again!"
Mary, in order to prevent something similar from happening again had tightened every muscle, so Carmen's second attempt only resulted in a painful stubbed toe.
"You're not going to be able to kick the shit out of this one. . .", commented Bonny. ". . . look, she's flexing all of those Super muscles of hers. Wow!! Look at them!! Feel them!!!" Bonny's right index finger glided slowly along the new crease in Mary's panties.
No matter how strongly Mary flexed, no matter how hard her muscles became, the World's Mightiest Girl's impregnable body couldn't shut out the tingling electric feeling of that caress, nor of those that followed. "OOOOoooooOOOOOO!. . .", squealed the blonde, leisurely sliding a finger ever so lightly over the ridge of a powerful thigh muscle, then along the groove between it and its neighbor. ". . . its like satin over warm alabaster!!! I can't get enough of this!!! And the size of it is unbelievable!! I was told that being spanked as a kid makes a big butt. . . Were you spanked a lot as a kid, you big butt beauty, you???" Bonny winked, mischievously. Mary blushed hotly and nearly dissolved in shame.
Catching sight of Georgia out of the corner of her eye, Mary tried very hard not to move, but the seductively gentle yet terribly insistent attentions being paid her made this extremely difficult. Once again, her treasonous nipples began to swell, her back arched ever so slightly, and a warm, gooey feeling slowly welled up in her most private and sensitive center.
"H-H-H-Holy M-Moly!!. . .", she thought, even her mind stuttering over her familiar exclamation. ". . .H-h-help me Mi-Minerva!! I may not be e-e-E-E-equal t-to this t-t-task!"
"Does that count as 'movement'?" asked Bonny, nodding toward the distinct points that had formed atop Mary's heroic boobs on either side of her stylized lightning bolt insignia.
"Nah. . ., not unless growing grass is 'moving'. . .", quipped Carmen. ". . .Oh, Oh, but look. . .", she continued, her eyes dropping to the steamy red-clad crotch of Mary's panties where another little point had just formed under the stretching cloth. ". . . That little guy wasn't there before!"
Mary blushed crimson, a fact that didn't go unnoticed.
"Wow, she's almost as red as her panties!", remarked a new voice. All at once, Mary was aware that many of the guests had gathered around her and her hecklers. She blushed continually, her entire body aflame with confused, self-conscious embarrassment.
The wicked fingertips were now tracing little circles on the lower curve of her panty covered muscular buttocks. She never realized that she could be so sensitive there! A pink haze seemed to cloud her sight, there was a roaring in her ears, and her middle melted like butter, slowly leaking out to further signal her unwanted titillation with an obviously growing damp spot exuding a strong, unmistakable, musky scent that drew guests like flies. Her expression wasn't quite that of a lofty, smiling heroine anymore. The formerly smiling mouth was slightly open. The formerly sparkling, kind, intelligent eyes were now partially lidded with a far-off dreamy quality about them. Somehow, her body didn't seem quite as rigid and impregnable as before, but softer, more fluid, more vulnerable. Her breathing was becoming more noticeable as her magnificent breasts rose and fell rapidly.
"Well, if that isn't movement, it’s awfully close. . ." observed her tormentor, staring intently into Mary's defocused eyes.
Carmen, using Mary's breasts as hand holds, climbed up onto the nearly motionless heroine, swung her muscular legs around Mary's waist, and began twisting the World's Knobbliest Nipples. "Her breathing's faster, and I can hear her heart thump!!", she called out to the crowd.
"Not too much, Carmen. . ." admonished her friend. "This calls for a light touch!"
Stopping her attack on Mary's mounds, Carmen looked down at Bonny in surprise. "I never thought of you as a minimalist!!", she remarked.
"You never just stand there!!" rejoined the blonde with a mischievous wink. "This heroine is really SUPER. . . Super boobs. . . Super ass. . . and apparently Supersensitive!! I've always wondered how much one of them can take before they loose it. Let's see how long we can keep her on the edge!!"
Carmen, sitting on Mary's hips, took a new tack. Steadying herself with her hands on Mary's shoulders, she slowly brought just the tips of her engorged nipples into contact with Mary's. Even through two thin tunics, the feeling for both women was electric. Mary gasped and her eyes opened. Seeing Carmen's beautiful, exotic, dreamily smiling countenance inches from her own only served to fan the flames of her arousal. Mary, confronted with such unusual beauty, with her most sensitive and intimate places completely unprotected and under such skillful assault, melted. At that instant her entire world was her wonderfully excited breasts, the soft warmth of the powerful, dominant woman riding her and breathing hotly in her ear, and the delicious distress generated in her loins by a warm digit that was slowly exploring the panty-clad folds of her swollen, needful love lips.
"Wow, Bonny. . .", remarked Carmen from her perch. She's really panting now, and her little heart's going a mile-a-minute!! Do you really think she deserves this??"
"Look. She's put a number of us in jail. She'd like to put us all there. But she saved our butts, last night!", returned the blonde. "I thinks she deserves pretty much anything she gets!! Slow down! When she quiets a little, we can pick it up again!! Boy, this is fun, doncha think???" Here she playfully goosed her exotic friend, ringing a whoop from the surprised Hispanic and nearly toppling her from her perch.
Nearly at the end of her rope, the World's Mightiest Girl swayed slightly, but caught herself before Georgia, on the other side of the room, could see. Her butt pressed back in desperate need toward Bonny's maddening fingers, inviting, no, demanding more, when suddenly, with Carmen's shriek, it all stopped. Her eyes opened questioningly, darting. Why had it stopped?? Why should she even ask?? Why couldn't she just be thankful that she was once again free of the horribly intimate, violating fingers? Hadn't she wanted it to stop, after all? Wasn't she glad that she could now bring her senses back from the brink of total capitulation? "NOOOO!!!!. . .", her seething body silently screamed.
"I don't understand. . . .", queried Carmen, who had climbed down to the floor again. ". . . If you just touch her here. . .", and she leaned down and breathed hotly on Mary's quivering pussy,". . . I bet she'd go off like a firecracker!"
"Yeah, but remember what happens when some of these super types lose control. . .", replied the first, now ever-so-lightly stroking the undersides of Mary's trembling boobs. ". . . we could be in mortal danger, so close to the action, and all."
"Yeah,. . . mortal danger", echoed her partner, her devilish eyes glued to Mary's.
"NNNOOOOOO!!!!!!", Mary's needy body seemed to shriek. "Remember yesterday!!!! I came, and came, and CAME, and no one was hurt!!!!! Please!! Please!!! PLEEEAAASSSEE!!!! I'LL BE A GOOD LITTLE GIRL!!!!!!!"
But of the battle raging inside of the unfortunate heroine, only the least indication was visible. Her eyes took on a desperate quality as her mouth formed a pleading pout, but only the faintest of whimpers was audible.
No longer aware of the derisive giggling crowd around her, her whole consciousness centered on the electric jolts of the devilishly probing fingertips. When they were gone, her body hummed, aching for their return. When they were back, her whole being instantly focused on the tiny bit of buttock, thigh, breast, lip, or belly that they caressed. Over and over, the two devils brought her, vibrating, to the very edge of oblivion where she was ready to topple over the precipice, ready to explode! She just needed that one special touch more. . . just a little closer. . . just a little harder. . . right on the 'sweet-spot'. . . but maddeningly that last touch never came.
For well over an hour, the helpless heroine was tormented. Her mind whirled in an ever denser fog of confused lust. Her heroic imperative to remain motionless at war with her body's desperate NEED for carnal fulfillment. To the delight of the onlookers, the incredibly skillful Body Doubles, held the internally frantic, but outwardly only swaying, shivering, whimpering, sweating, panting, World's Mightiest Girl on that unbearably sharp razor's edge. It was past 2:00 When Georgia finally called for the last meeting of the afternoon. For a full five minutes after the last of the guests had left, Mary stood, eyes staring frantically, teeth gritted in a tortured grimace, hair hanging in a sweaty mat, her trembling muscles standing out under sweat-glistening, flushed skin.
The caterer's crew came in to clean up, and Donna reassuringly placed her hand on Mary's wobbly knee. "It's all right. . .", she said in a soothing voice. ". . . They're gone now." Both of Mary's hands shot to her throbbing groin pressing with superhuman force, one finger swiftly flicking her distended clitoris while two fingers, not even bothering to push her panties aside, slide deep into her weeping well.
"HolymolyholymolyholymolyholymolyHolyMOlyHOLYMOLY.....", chanted the crazed teen as her tension rose again, to past heights and beyond. Instantly the insane litany was silenced as Mary's back arched, her mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes screwed shut, her toes curled up the tips of her golden boots, and all of her pent-up arousal was suddenly released as a gush of pungent fluid, squirted through rigid fingers to soak the pedestal and a surprised Donna! It went on for minutes as spasm after spasm pumped the aromatic liquid from the quaking girl. The flood eventually turned to a pulsing trickle. Mary's eyes rolled up into her head and she fell off the pedestal to sprawl on the cold, wet marble floor. Donna, mouth open and eyes wide, as though she'd just been hit in the face with a pie, stood amazed at the display, her hand still hung in the air where Mary's knee had been just a moment before.
"Gee, 'sis'. . .", smirked Cassie coming up behind the still gasping Donna. " . . . You've really got 'the touch'!! As much as I'd like to stand here and admire her too, Georgia wants us outside on the playing field in a few minutes. We've got to get ourselves cleaned up and ready for more crap, I guess. Come on!!!"
Donna shook herself, wiped absent-mindedly at the sticky coating on her face and uniform. Then, once again fully aware, and a little ashamed of herself, the black clad Troya tenderly lifted Mary, still unconscious, and the three made their way up to the maids' quarters.
DEMONSTRATION:
On the way to their quarters, Mary awoke and after tearfully snuggling into Donna's shoulder for a moment, she got down and continued on her own two feet, tears still running down her bright red cheeks. Her gait was a little awkward until, becoming more aware with each step; she stopped briefly, blushed scarlet, and tugged her sopping panties from her abused recesses, to the undisguised amusement of Wonder Girl.
The three captive Super heroines showered, cleaned, and dried themselves and their uniforms in record time. Neither Mary not Donna spoke as each was thoroughly mortified by the events at brunch, but Cassie was not above commenting on Mary's 'graceful dancing', and Donna's 'tender touch'. The taunting ended abruptly in a quavering squeal when Donna, sick of the mocking, drove finger and thumb deep into Cassie's unprepared pussy and anus lifting the shocked teen more than a foot off the floor. Normally, it would never have crossed Troya's mind to goose someone, least of all Wonder Woman's protégé, but with the constant abuse of the past 24 hours the rude assault seemed only natural.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!!!!", whined a stunned Wonder Girl as she clumsily pulled her jeans out of her butt, then reached into them to set her panties aright. "YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THAT!!!"
"Just remember," hissed Donna, "we're in this together. We're all trying to keep our best friends alive. We can't afford any division, not even a little bit!! The next time you mention Mary's 'dancing' or my 'touch', you'll be 'touched' a lot worse than that!!."
Cassie, her hands still deep in the seat of her jeans glared at Donna, then acquiesced. "You're right. . .", she finally whispered with lowered eyes. ". . . I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Mary. Can you forgive me. . . . Please?!?"
The three comrades looked deep into each others' eyes, then fell into each others' arms for a tearful, reassuring group hug. "HEY!!. . ." came Georgia's tinny voice from a diminutive speaker high on one wall. ". . . There's no time for a group grope. Get you super asses out here now, and I mean NOW or your friends will suffer!" Of course, the room was bugged. Georgia had probably watched everything that had happened. Once again in no-nonsense super heroine mode, the three disengaged and hurried through the maze of corridors to the outside, to the 'Playing Fields', and their next humiliation.
The 'Playing Fields' was a large area of packed earth set far from the house between the garden and the wood. Some portable benches, much like those used at high school basket ball games, had been set up at one end. Georgia stood at the other wearing what looked like a rubber scuba wet suit. Several large trunks were arrayed about her. She held a microphone in one hand and a heavy machine gun in the other. Mary wasn't sure, but there seemed to be fewer 'guests' in the stands than she remembered. Yes, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were missing along with Live Wire, and a number of others. All in all there were probably fewer than twenty villains left. Before Mary could mention this to the others, she was poked by Donna, directing her attention toward Georgia.
Georgia looked angry. "Get over here, you collection of dunces!!!", she shouted. "You're late!!!"
Then, as the three frightened super heroines scampered across the field to a volley of deriding comments from the audience, the black clad Sivana girl addressed them all.
"You have elected to join my new group!! Congratulations, and welcome!! I want you to be aware that affiliation with WACKO is not a one-way street, but that the membership (your $50,000 each) buys you access to an astounding array of secret services and weapons. We'll demonstrate a few here today!!
"You're doubtless familiar with the Uzi machine gun, like the one I'm holding. If while in the middle of a 'job' you meet a gang of Superheroes who are not as docile and subservient as these three imbeciles you may, in the rush of events, fire at them. If you do, you will be unpleasantly surprised to find that they are often tougher than your ordnance."
"OK, heroines,. . .:, Georgia hissed with the mike off. ". . .Assume your dopey heroinely positions, hands on hips, legs straight, shoulders back, and act like good little targets."
"But I'm not bullet-proof!!!", whined a worried Cassie under her breath.
"Neither am I!!!", anxiously added Troya. "I'll have to move to play 'bullets and bracelets!'"
"Don't worry. . .", answered Mary. ". . .Stand behind me. That gun doesn't mean anything to me."
Mary took her position, with Donna immediately behind her, ready to deflect any rounds that got past Mary. Cassie stood behind Donna. Since the Heroines were to one side of Georgia, the audience saw all three in a row, seemingly standing proud, ready for the hail of projectiles that Georgia was about to send their way.
Mary couldn't help but notice that in the tight fitting rubber costume, Georgia didn't seem as boney and awkward as she remembered her. She had filled out during the months since they had last met. Maybe she'd been exercising, too, "She looks really good!!" thought the compassionate and ever charitable superheroine to herself. "Maybe if she'd realize what a handsome woman she is becoming, she might gain self-confidence, get a life, and not be so cruel to others." But Mary's hope was short lived.
With an evil smirk, the World's Wickedest Girl raised her weapon and fired. After a couple of short bursts to get the range, she opened up, sending shell after shell into Mary's red, white, and gold adorned chest. Mary proudly stood her ground, the impacts of the heavy lead slugs leaving little grey smudges on her brightly colored tunic, but otherwise barely moving the World's Mightiest Girl. In the middle of her impressive exhibition, Mary was surprised, when she began to hear laughter. As Georgia pumped a stream of lethal projectiles into the proud lightning insignia emblazoned across Mary's impressive chest, she began to giggle, and finally to laugh so hard that she couldn't aim straight. The audience was roaring with amusement. When Mary realize the reason for the merriment, she blushed furiously. Although the massive impacts barely shook Mary's mighty frame, her magnificent breasts were an entirely different matter. Wobbling violently all over her powerful chest, Mary's majestic bosom upstaged her display of raw power, turning it into a burlesque.
Fearful to move, lest Georgia grow angry and exact some horrible revenge on Supergirl or Wonder Woman, Mary still stood straight, but her crimson face and embarrassed expression revealed her inner discomfort.
When she'd gotten over her laughing, and the crowd was merely giggling again, Georgia went on. . . "Now that we see how useless traditional weapons are against such power (and stupidity). . .", she added with a giggle, ". . . let me show you something more effective."
The evil scientist tossed the spent Uzi aside and drew another 'gun' from a nearby chest. This was about the same size as the Uzi, but had a strange split barrel. Without warning, Georgia fired! Two small rockets, linked together by a long, slim, gold filament, leapt from the odd weapon. It happened so fast that the three heroines were taken completely by surprise. The rockets passed on either side of the trio. When the filament contacted Mary's waist, the rockets turned inward to loop around the three, almost too rapidly to follow. From the bleachers, the filament was nearly invisible, but it was unbelievably strong. The closing loop violently drew the three super girls together, Cassie smashing into Donna's back, then Donna impacting against Mary. In less than a second, the three super heroines became a grotesquely struggling aggregate of squealing feminine pulchritude. The bewildered trio staggered, legs working in an unsynchronized dance, just managing to keep on their feet, arms fastened tightly to their sides, backs arched, waists bound together. Suddenly Cassie shrieked and lurched, sending the three to the ground. Cruel Georgia had jabbed her protruding bottom with a cattle prod!
Leaning over the still struggling bundle of helpless power, Georgia advised, "That filament is an artificial but physically exact copy of Supergirl's hair. (Nano-technology allowed Dr. Merriweather to analyze it and make more!!) I doubt that any of you can break it. I don't know how tough you all are, but if you struggle too hard, Mary, you might wind up cutting the little one in half!"
Mary immediately stopped trying to free herself and went limp, glaring up at Georgia. Playing to her enthusiastic audience, their evil captor continued prodding whatever part of super heroine body that presented itself, wringing gasps, screams, and comical wriggling actions from the bound trio.
"This is a recent improvement on 'chain-shot', used for 'crowd control' during the French Revolution!!!", the evil scientist announced to her guests. "Rather effective, don't you think?? You can rent this through our secret members-only website for a reasonable fee."
At Georgia's none-too-gentle urging, the three defeated super heroines managed to regain their feet while she moved off a bit. "Please note. . ." Georgia continued, ". . . that this deluxe model has rapid multi-shot capability. . ." As quickly as she could pull the trigger, Georgia fired three more rounds. The first circled the surprised super heroines' chests and upper arms, the second fastened their thighs to one another, while the third squeezed six ankles tightly together, bringing them crashing to the ground again. Putting her booted foot and the butt of her launcher on a shapely hip straining up from the struggling pile, Georgia struck a pose that was reminiscent of big game hunters from the past century.
"Holy Moly!!!. . .", thought Mary. "This is terrible!! With weapons like these, I begin to see how she could capture even Supergirl and Wonder Woman!! If we were allowed to fight back things might be different, but they're dangerous anyway! We've got to warn the others as soon as we can!!"
Georgia freed them using some odd mechanism set in the butt of her gun. Mary didn't see it clearly, but after a few seconds' work where the filament ends had been twisted together, they fell away, and the three shamed heroines managed to shake off the restraining coils and regain their footing.
"That was only one of many toys available to you!!", cried Georgia. Let's see another, shall we?!?!?", she went on, taking another device from its package. This one was somewhat larger than the first two, hanging from her shoulder at waist level. Mary noted that the business end of the thing had a flaring bell a little like an old blunderbuss, but inside the bell appeared to be mounted several tuning forks of various sizes.
"OK Super Boobies. . ." Georgia snarled. ". . . This time I'll give you a sporting chance. Whoever can fly, run, or dig yourselves out of range of this thing before I can pull the trigger, will get to go home right now with no penalty. If you can't , then you stay to the bitter end. Ready???? On the count of three. . . .ONE . . .TWO"
On the count of two Georgia pulled the trigger. The three disheveled beauties never knew what hit them. In an instant, they were overwhelmed by a rushing tsunami of irresistible vibration. The sonic weapon that Georgia brought to bear didn't only project incredible power, but, using delicate sensors and a secret feedback algorithm, it tried to find the resonant frequencies of whatever was in its range. Under its onslaught, air shimmered, the packed earth at the heroines' feet flowed like coffee syrup, and the heroines' bodies themselves began vibrating into colorful blurs. Cassie and Donna were quickly shaken to unconsciousness, while even the immensely powerful Mary Marvel, her brain rattling inside its shaking skull like a pea in a baby's rattle, lost all ability to control her marvelous body.
After a few seconds, the barrage stopped. All four women had sunk into the softened earth to varying degrees. Cassie's feet and head were visible, but nothing else. Donna had sunk up to her hips, then fallen over backward so her back was arched, and the top of her head buried up to her eyes. Mary had apparently tried to roll up like a ball, but only her impressive buttocks could be seen above grade. Georgia was ankle deep but, thanks to her insulating active-sound-damping suit, she was still very much in control of herself. Working her feet free of the sucking earth she commented, "There's no way to completely eliminate leakage, so if you're going to use the 'Sonic Howitzer', be sure to also rent the protective suit I'm modeling!!"
The World's Wickedest Girl prodded the three partially buried beauties, and getting no reaction decided to focus on her worst enemy. She drew back her right foot and delivered a mighty kick to Mary's butt. The bright red panty clad bottom squirmed as the mighty thighs worked to free themselves. Dancing back out of the way, Georgia held the 'Sonic Howitzer' trained on the emerging Marvel. Shaking herself free of the earth, Mary groggily looked around, but light and dark patches were the best her eyes could transmit to her brain. She staggered, then stood upright, massaging her temples, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Trying to remember what had happened.
"The 'Sonic Howitzer' has a continuously variable power output. . ." Georgia continued like a pitchman on an infomercial, ". . . and once you are comfortable with it you might enjoy a more delicate touch. For example!!. . .". Georgia aimed at Mary's left foot and gave her a shot at the lowest setting. Mary felt her foot buzz, and drew it back, into contact with her right. Georgia turned up the power, momentarily destabilizing the earth under Mary's feet, allowing her to sink in up to her boot tops. Then, increasing the power output, she slowly raised the target point up Mary's already wobbly legs, until the World's Mightiest Knees were buzzing against one another.
Mary still couldn’t see well, and didn't know the source of the attack, but she certainly felt what was happening to her! It was the weirdest sensation she'd ever felt! As Georgia leisurely raised both her weapon and its power, Mary's countenance took on a distinctly worried expression with her slightly crossed eyes opening wide and brow furrowing. Mary's powerful thighs literally hummed together, the mighty muscles vibrating on their sturdy bones. The terrible energies whipped her gold-trimmed red skirt about like tissue in a hurricane, while vibrations conducted upward from her blurring flanks teased her most sensitive core once again! The poor heroine pressed both hands to her quaking crotch just as the evil scientist brought her terrible weapon to bear on the same spot. Mary's gasp was lost to the roar of sound from Georgia's weapon as her entire midsection, from elbows to knees suddenly blurred into a brightly colored semi translucent buzzing mass of indistinguishable shape.
"This is a Marvel hula. . .", quipped the merciless madwoman, ". . . and if you could see behind her, she's really wagging her tail!!" Then she raised her sights to Mary's mighty chest.
When her hips stopped humming, it was clear that the wide-eyed Mary was slightly bent forward, knees pressed together and both hands forced against her crotch, futily trying to stem the tide of yet one more violent orgasmic discharge. Blinded by the confusing torrent of sensation bombarding her, and panting like a puppy, Mary could only continue to spasm as her mighty chest (with its mighty sensitive appendages) began humming their own cords as though they were trapped inside some enormous speaker system.
Georgia raised the point of aim to Mary's head. To the audience, it disappeared in a nondescript blur. To Mary, the whole world seemed to go crazy. She was again on the verge of blacking out, legs wobbling and hips quaking, when Georgia defocused the beam and increased the volume by an order of magnitude.
The entire Marvel body began to shake uncontrollably. As the insidious instrument found Mary's best frequencies, only her gold-booted feet, buried in the earth, remained more or less motionless. The rest of that sturdy body took on a vibrational mode that made her look like a fan rapidly batting the air in front of coquettish eyes. The colors were all there, flesh between boots and hips, red and gold from there to neck, and a auburn mop furiously shaking above it all, backed by a violently waving white cape but no features were visible. "I bet none of you have ever seen a vibrator this big!!! Wouldn't you like to take it home?!!?" Georgia was still having fun at Mary's expense, and her audience were laughing right along with her.
Mary continued vibrating for nearly two minutes after Georgia finally shut off her devilish weapon. When she wound to a stop, she was too dizzy to stand and, bending at the knees as her feet were still held firmly in the earth, she toppled over to land hard on her back. Georgia pulled back her heavy rubber hood, shook out her ratty sweat-dampened hair, and returned the 'Sonic Howitzer' to its case with obvious pride. Strutting among the three unconscious heroines, she took a big fishbowl filled with little slips of paper, and began the process of announcing the door prizes. The crowd was particularly interested as, along with samples of Georgia's offerings, (like a small spool of super filament, and a tiny vial of hormone/pheromone mix based on Georgia's analysis of Ivy's potent potion) were the two Wonder Girls. They would be some lucky guests' playthings for the rest of the afternoon, until the convention ended the next morning. Only Donna and Cassie were up for grabs, as Georgia had plans for Mary!
The three heroines were still unconscious when the last inanimate door prize, a kryptonite impregnated riding crop, went to its lucky new owner. The dark haired beauty wagged it playfully at others in the audience as she made her way back to her seat amid calls:
"Don't use it all in one place!"
"I didn't know you could ride!?!"
"Would you like lessons???"
"Get a horse!!!"
and the like.
All leaned forward expectantly as Georgia drew the chit for the little blonde Wonder Girl. Reading the paper silently, the evil mistress of ceremonies paused dramatically before announcing, "The new owners of the little blonde tease are the two big teases, Bonny and Carmen, the Body Doubles!!!"
Squealing like schoolgirls, the skimpily dressed pair ran forward to claim their prize, but to the amusement of all couldn't budge the little blonde pixie. The earth, much harder than beach sand, simply refused to give up its prisoner. Finally, after much good humored ribbing, the two decided to revive the little sleeping beauty and have her use her superhuman powers to extricate herself. Dark-haired Carmen gently blew in Cassie's ear and tweaked her little button nose, while Bonny wrestled off one of her boots and began to play with her little teen toes. A few minutes of this brought Cassie to consciousness ("Gee Mom, can't I sleep just a few more minutes. . . .?" were her first mumbled words). Shortly after, more awake and trying to get away from Bonny's tickling, she managed to liberate herself with an impressive display of power, then stood, dancing on tingling bare foot, giggling and dusting herself off. Georgia explained her new situation in no uncertain turns and released the dubious teen to the excitedly giggling pair of criminals. Each bubbling beauty immediately seized one of Cassie's nipples through her thin top, then the pair lead the still giggly blonde pixie at a brisk trot back to the mansion.
Black clad Troya fell to, of all people, Mercy Graves, Lex Luthor's personal assistant. The tall blonde Amazon in the short, tight business suit strode forward, dug her right hand into the earth to grasp Donna's hair, and with one yank pulled the still unconscious Heroine upright. Kicking off her heals, she looped her arms under Donna's armpits and, after shaking the poor creature from side to side for a while, heaved upward, dragging her from her earthy trap. Throwing the still slack body over one shoulder, and pushing steadying fingers deep into Donna's black clad, upturned channels, smiling in anticipation, Mercy slipped into her pumps and strolled back toward her room.
Georgia picked up her cattle prod again, and used it on Mary's breasts until the tormented beauty regained consciousness and kicked her feet free of the packed earth bondage. Georgia continued to use the prod to drive the staggering, still groggy, completely beaten super heroine before her, back to her quarters.
With the afternoon's demonstrations ended, the crowd broke up, as the guests returned to their rooms to freshen up for the banquet.
BANQUET:
Just after dark, the guests, decked out in their finest, filed into the spacious marble dining room. Round tables seating four were each set with crisp linen tablecloths, crystal classes and decanters (one with red wine, one white, one rose), and a centerpiece of multicolored, long-stemmed roses. Once again, owing to the caterer's refusal to serve the rowdy bunch, the guests had to serve themselves to lobster or filet mignon cafeteria style, but this put no damper on their jubilant mood or their appetites. As they picked up plates and began filling them, they looked around expectantly for the three super heroines who had become such an integral part of their entertainment.
Mary Marvel made her humiliating entrance hanging from the heavy brass hangar bar of a hotel garment trolley, gliding on noiseless wheels. The mistress of the event, Georgia Sivana, for once reasonably well fitted out in a pressed pantsuit and glossy perm, effortlessly guided the cart to its place of honor near the dessert table. Several of the guests were so surprised and curious that they set their plates down and approached for a better look. "I've been practicing my human knots", remarked Georgia, preening before the clearly interested group that gathered.
In the hour or so before the meal, Mary had been cleaned up, washed and her hair brushed, as had Georgia, but there the similarity ended. While Georgia stood relaxed and free, Mary had somehow been tied into an intricate rope-less bundle. Only someone as limber as a super heroine or a contortionist could have been able to stand the terrible position. Imagine Mary in a lotus position, sitting cross-legged with her ankles crossed on top of her thighs. Georgie had apparently then taken her arms and drawn each one down outside her thighs until her shoulders were nearly touching her knees. Then she had pressed her hands and forearms up into the tiny space between knee and calf, pushed her head down to meet them, and using strands of her glistening auburn hair, tied her thumbs tightly to her head. The poor creature was so compressed that her chin was fixed into the notch between her powerful knees and her impressive beasts flattened against her straining thighs. To add to her shame and discomfort, her tunic and panties had been removed, balled up, stuffed into her pouting mouth, to be held in place by her white cape that had been knotted around her head. Her hair had been knotted to one of the hooks on the garment trolley cross-bar, and her skirt arranged so that she seemed like some bizarre forlorn flower, plucked and left to sway helplessly in the breeze, her most secret places stretched wide and brazenly displayed by her exacting bondage. Tears spilled from beautiful chestnut eyes as appreciative comments and questions were directed to the smugly posing, obviously pleased World's Wickedest Girl.
Mercy Graves made her entrance as the picture of elegance, high-heeled, open-toed white pumps, long diaphanous gown slit to the hip on both sides, her severe blonde crew-cut dusted with sparkles. She even had an exotic animal on a leash, but it wasn't an afghan, or a cheetah. . . no, the sinuous black creature prowling silently on fingertips and toes just inches from Mercy's exquisitely twitching backside was none other than Troya. Her shimmering raven mane switched across her lithe back as she glanced about with an angry 'don't mess with me' glare. It was evident that Donna wasn't pleased with her situation, but equally clear that she was going to play it out to the end. When Mercy gracefully slid into a chair and nonchalantly crossed her athletic legs, her pet squatted by her, sturdy shoulder just brushing muscular thigh. Mercy unhooked the leash with a twist of her fingers, tapped her pet's neck, and motioned toward the delicacies offered at the end of the room. Donna rose to go, but was brought up short by one finger of her stern mistress, which was thrust cruelly into her sex. Glancing fearfully into Mercy's severe scowl and realizing her mistake, she quickly dropped again to all fours so she would always be lower than her mistress, and slunk off through the gathering to fill a plate for her owner-of-the-evening.
The silence that had been drawn like a curtain across the gathering with Mercy's forbidding entrance was shattered by squeals of laughter from three newcomers. Completely oblivious to the others, the body doubles were barely dressed, as usual, cracking jokes with each other, as usual, and poking each other in fun, as always, but this time the exuberant blonde and her exotic Hispanic partner were joined by a third, little blonde pixie. Wonder Girl seemed to be having as much fun as her 'owners' in spite of constant jabbing, pinching, and patting she was receiving from the other two. Her uniform had been altered, but from the way she paraded along, it seemed that the modifications met with her approval. She also seemed a little unsteady on her feet, as though she had been drinking.
Her already tight, revealing costume had been tailored to push these limits even further. Her top was now nothing more than a band of cloth a few inches wide stretched across her much-too-large-for-a-teen breasts, bouncing jauntily with each step. The waist of her hip-hugger jeans had been lowered amazingly so that her belt stretched across the peak of her lively young buttocks, just at crotch level in the front, and revealing a 'new cleavage' in the rear. When one of her evening's owners' took advantage of her new attire and tweaked a nipple, poked a rib, or slipped a naughty finger into her 'new cleavage', Cassie would shriek girlishly, and cringed away with a mischievous grin directed toward her attacker. When one of them took a softer tack, brushing against her delicate ear, lightly caressing a perky breast, or slipping under her belt to gently tease her most private of privates, Wonder Girl would gasp, her eyes momentarily glaze over, and her whole body would shudder in apparent rapture. Recovering, she would direct a dreamy-eyed look of appreciation and thanks towards her assailant, along with an apparent silent plea to continue.
Giving the forbidding Mercy a wide berth, the Body Doubles found a table off to one side, seated themselves, poured three glasses of wine, and patting the much too cheerful Wonder Girl on her bouncing butt, sent her off to find the food.
At the serving table, Cassie ran into Donna. "Great Hera!" growled a crouching Troya as she hurriedly made selections for Mercy. "How can you be so cheerful!?!?!"
"What are you crouching for?!? Come on, get up!!" Cassie grabbed Donna by the shoulder and tried to pull her upright.
"HEY!!. . .", hissed Donna, pulling back while glancing nervously towards Mercy. "I've got to keep myself lower than my 'owner'!! Its part of her requirements!! But tell me. . . Why are you so damned buoyant!!?? I haven't seen you like this since. . . ever!! What's up!??!"
"Oh that!!", bubbled Cassie, eyes shining. "Bonny and Carmen are so nice!! They've been like big sisters to me. . . like FUN big sisters", she added, eyes twinkling. "They've shown me how to fix my hair, improve my costume. . .", here Donna scowled at Cassie's prominently displayed bellybutton and pubic hair with obvious disapproval, ". . .and I've lost count of the number of orgasms they've given me!!"
Donna was aghast. "They've abused you?!?!? Cassie, you poor thing!! But you seem so cheery!! How???. . . Why???. . . What's happened???. . ."
"Oh, I'm just taking a leaf from Mary's book. There's nothing I can do about it, so its alright to enjoy it. You never told me how much fun sex could be!!!", the little blonde added reprovingly. "My god given powers seem to give me superhuman stamina!! There seems to be no end to the fun I can have!! And I'm really beginning to appreciate my body. . . (and others' bodies, too)", she added conspiratorially, shocking Donna by flicking her left nipple, and nearly making her drop Mercy's plate. "Maybe we can do things together too, when this is all over?? Wouldn't that be fun?!?!?!" Here, the naughty little teen grabbed her top, and flashed her tits at her astonished mentor.
Donna was speechless, and horrified by Cassie's behavior. "Hera help her survive this terrible ordeal", she whispered under her breath as the little minx jostled her way down the table, filling two plates while simultaneously bumping into or rubbing against as many guests as possible.
As the banquet progressed, Cassie continued to flit from table to table, tickling guests, flashing her breasts, begging sips of wine, and giggling continuously. Donna crouched at Mercy's side, her soft cheek resting against the stern woman's powerful thigh, Mercy's fingers absently fondling her left ear. Mary hung from the brass bar, gagged by her own uniform with her marvelous body tied up in itself, swinging miserably. With very carefully spelled out instructions, Mercy sent Troya to Mary to 'cheer her up' at the same time that Wonder Girl homed in on Mercy, the one who she deemed most needed to be 'livened up'.
Donna sinuously crept up to Mary and, with an apologetic whisper of, ". . . Oh Mary. . . please understand. . . That horrible creature is making me do this. . .", she slowly, sensuously began to caress Mary's naked thighs.
Cassie bounced up in front of Mercy, and with a girlish giggle, flashed her tits. Then, when she got no reaction, she leaned closer and slowly teased her top up over her upstanding nipples. The slow flip given her nipps by this move was surprisingly stimulating, and her eyes lost focus momentarily as she slowly moved the smooth cloth back and forth over her tingling tips. Mercy finally reacted. Looking annoyed, she suddenly reached up, twisted one of Cassie's swollen nipples, and hissed, "You're blocking my view, you little tart! You're sister's trying to put on a show. Why don't you help her. . ."
Cassie, her expression a mix of pain and surprise, was pulled within an inch of Mercy's commanding eyes. Still twisting the teen's nipple as hard as she could, Mercy fumbled in her elegant handbag with her free hand and extracted a riding crop. "Here, you little brat!. . .", she growled. "If you really want to liven something up, take this and whip your partners black and blue. Don't worry, its a Lexcorp special. I don't think even you twits can break it," she added with an evil smirk. "Be imaginative, you little nuisance. Here, turn around. . .". Mercy turned Cassie by her smarting nipple, jammed the handle of the crop into the cowed teen's lower cleavage, and gave her perky butt a prod with a fork to send her on her way. Cassie shrieked, slapped both hands to her stinging butt and shot ten feet toward where Donna was abusing her helpless comrade.
Recovering from her unexpectedly rude treatment by Mercy, the little blonde Wonder Girl self-consciously rubbed the sting from her smarting buttock, and then, as if she'd just discovered it, extracted the riding crop from her sweaty cleft. Troya, who was squatting on the luggage trolley, fingertips gliding over Mary's taut thighs and hot breath teasing the World's Tightest Twat, didn't notice Cassie's approach. Without warning, a gunshot like report and a simultaneous explosive burning pain in her left buttock shocked her out of her reverie. Glancing quickly over her shoulder she saw, grinning mischievously. . .
"Cassie!!!. . . What on earth are you doing?!?!?! OW!!. . . Cut it out, you little Brat!! HEY!!. . . NO!!. . . BEAT IT!!"
Cassie was at her drunken best, tittering and dancing about while flicking the Lex-Corp crop savagely back and forth across the severely stretched seat of the squatting Troya's black, skin-tight costume. Donna turned away from her hyperventilating prey to deal with her attacker when she suddenly doubled up with terrible cramps.
"Uuunggghh!!!. . ." she gasped as she curled up into a ball.
"Oh my! Oh my!. . .", whispered a suddenly worried Wonder Girl. ". . . What's wrong, Donna?! What's happening?!?! I didn't mean. . . "
"Its. . . not. . . you. . .", Troya was barely able to speak. ". . .That . . . bitch. . . Mercy. . . has my. . . costume. . . wired! My cunt is full of batteries, and my ass has some sort of computer cum radio receiver stuffed inside!!" Shivering and sweating, she slowly began to relax again. "She can press a button and tie me in knots anytime she wants to. . ." Here, Donna caught a glimpse of Mercy, impatiently motioning her to get back to work on the World's Mightiest Membranes.
The blonde pixie's naughty grin returned. "So that means that you can't even defend yourself if someone does this. . ."
"OW!"
". . .or this. . ."
"NO, Cassie!! Please!!"
". . .or even this??"
"OOOWWWW!!! You ungrateful little bitch. . . UUUUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!!!!" Once again, Mercy gave Donna the finger as she began turning away from Mary, and Troya just seemed to fold into herself, twitching horribly. Cassie smirked.
"Ungrateful!?!?!? You and that overgrown Christmas tree ornament you're making love to beat me black and blue!!! Then you fucked me silly!!! I wanted to fight these creeps but you've been against me from the start!!! YOU'RE the enemy as much as they are, and I'm going to get a little payback!!!!"
To emphasize her point, she began to beat a wild rhythm on both helpless heroines. Donna twitched uncontrollably as Mercy used the fine controls on her remote to send galvanic cramps to various muscle groups. Mary was so tightly packaged that she could barely move anything, but Cassie could see her mighty muscles quiver, and hear her gasping, muffled cries and whimpers.
Finally, Donna turned back to Mary and Mercy stopped zapping her. Cassie kept swatting both girls. The guests cheered and shouted suggestions (not all physically possible) to the out of control Wonder Girl. Troya kept her mouth against Mary's stretched and puffy vulva, partly trying to get the poor Superheroine to come, partly to muffle her own humiliating squeals driven from her by Cassie's enthusiastic, super powered crop. Those shrieks went right to the seat of the situation, as it were, driving the World's Mightiest Girl closer and closer towards the World's Mightiest Orgasm. Cassie could tell things were coming to a head as Mary's panting became more frantic, and her body seemed to vibrate! Mary hung on the edge for what seemed like an eternity, eyes screwed shut in a grimace of frustration, her muffled moans rising and falling, but never reaching that moment of release that she seemed to need so badly.
Cassie, beginning to tire of the unsatisfying performance, decided to 'help out'. Reaching between Mary's straining thighs, she dug around until she was holding both of Mary's turgid nipples. Twisting them, gently at first, then with more force as Mary's gagged cries rose again. When Mary seemed to have reached some sort of peak, while Donna was licking rapidly, Cassie suddenly pinched Mary's tortured nipps as hard as she could! It was all that was needed. Mary literally explode in Donna's face, blowing her hair back over her shoulders, and soaking her. Donna, coughed, sneezed, shook her head, but barely skipping a beat, went right on licking.
As if some invisible barrier had been breached, almost anything the two Wonder Girls did to her now would set her off. Donna's licking and caressing kept her girlie-goo flowing. Each time Donna leaned back to take a breath, Cassie would smack Mary's clit, anus, or pulsing pussy, and each smack would set off another violent eruption. In her contorted, knotted position, Mary could barely breath and was soon beyond dizzy as her crushed lungs fell farther behind the needs of her demanding spasms. Eyes wide open, staring desperately at nothing she slowly turned blue, and finally, after god knows how many forced orgasms, the World's Mightiest Girl fainted.
As if it were some great triumph, or the end of a particularly moving performance, Cassie took a number of exaggerated bows. Donna glanced hopefully at Mercy, but an angry glare from her owner of the evening sent her back to licking the sweaty, panting, unconscious girl. Cassie began wheeling the luggage trolley from table to table, offering her crop to any and all suggesting they all ". . . take a crack at the World's Plumpest Piñata!!"
Shaking the trolley set Mary swaying. Donna had to rock back and forth to keep her face plastered to Mary's nether regions, and the resulting erotic swaying of Troya's own ass drew its share of whacks from the crop.
When they got to Mercy's table, the statuesque beauty placed a stern hand on Cassie's shoulder, stopping the procession. Without a word, she grabbed the front of Cassie's top, while Wonder girl looked on uncertainly, pulled it over Cassie's head and hooked it behind her neck, leaving her large but girlish breasts wobbling free. Then she yanked The little blonde's hip huggers down a little further to just below her bouncing butt, and tightened the belt, leaving the surprised girl naked from crotch to neck. Finally, pushing Cassie up onto the trolley with her sister Super heroines, Mercy pressed the teen's impish bottom against one of the trolley's brass uprights, and pushed her back down until her swollen tits were just touching Donna's back. Cassie got the idea in no time. Soon she was sliding her well lubricated crack up and down the cool brass rod, gliding her super sensitive nipples over Donna's satiny back, and even sending an impudent hand around her 'sister-in-arms' straining backside to caress and tease her bulging twat.
Someone had put an appropriate rock album on, and with Donna frantically licking the still unconscious Mary, and Cassie moving erotically to the seductive beat, the trolley was passed from table to table, much to the enjoyment of all.
All good things must end however. Sometime after midnight the traveling show was closed down when Mercy retook possession of her slave-for-the-evening along with the Lex-Corp crop, and left the party. She sauntered out of the dining room, riding crop lightly slapping her thigh, a picture of haut couture with her groggy Superheroine on a leash staggering along behind on all fours.
With Mary still unresponsive and the room emptying, Cassie sought out her 'owners'. Bonny and Carmen had been having a great time, had imbibed way beyond the legal limit, and had passed out in each other's desserts. Shaking first one, then the other, Cassie soon decided that neither one was in any shape to walk, so she gently hoisted one to each of her powerful shoulders, and, nearly hidden under her voluptuous cargo, carried them back to their quarters.
Georgia Sivana, having finished securing things and giving the kitchen staff their final orders, entered the dining room positively glowing! She felt immensely satisfied with the weekend's outcome, and was finally ready for some much needed relaxation. She extracted an unopened bottle of champagne from the bar, and went to collect her 'World's Mightiest Slave'
"Wow!!. . .", she thought when she approached the slowly swinging Mary. ". . . She hasn't freed herself, yet!! I guess I can really tie 'em!!" Prodding Mary's soaking sex with the icy bottle finally evoked a response from the tortured girl. "Wh. . . Wha . . . Wha. . .?!", she asked through the gag, as if from far away.
Georgia smirked. Holding the champagne in one hand while wrestling the luggage trolley with the other, she made her wobbly way towards the master bedroom.
GEORGIA'S MOONLIGHT RIDE:
Back in the enormous master bedroom, Georgia unhooked the bundle she'd made of the World's Mightiest Girl, and manhandled her to the luggage stand at the foot of the bed. The key to Mary's bindings were the strands of hair knotted about the Super heroine’s thumbs. The knots had become tightened by Mary's struggles, so Georgia had to resort to her knot tying machine, running in its 'loosen' mode. In a short time, Mary's thumbs were freed. A little pushing and pulling, and her hands were poked from the trap her tangled legs made. A few kicks more, and Mary exploded in a flurry of sweaty arms and legs to sprawl in an exhausted tangle at Georgia's feet.
Mary had been increasingly awakening since Georgia had jabbed her with the Champagne bottle but she dared do nothing without explicit orders from her owner of the weekend. Aching all over, she stretched, but remained lying on the floor.
"Take the gag out, and come over here!!", she heard Georgia say in a tone that was much too bubbly and excited. Georgia was obviously very happy. This was probably bad news. Mary undid the knot behind her head and slowly pulled her soggy uniform; tunic, panties, and part of her cape, out of her mouth. She worked her jaw a bit to get the kinks out then started to speak.
"Th-Thanks, Geor. . ."
"Shut up!!", Georgia cut her off. "You'll speak only when spoken to! Understand?!"
Shyly, Mary came closer to Georgia. She was wearing only her gold trimmed red skirt and gold boots, and was terribly conscious of her nudity. She and Georgia had, in a sense, grown up together. Georgia liked to bully the Super heroine every chance she got, but they had been girls then. Things had changed in the many months since Mary had seen Georgia last.
"Wow!," she thought. "Georgia must have had some kind of 'growth spurt'."
What had been an evil, spindly little girl only months before had somehow blossomed into an evil but fetching young woman! This opened an unsettling new dimension to their relationship, if the antics of the more mature guests this weekend was any indication!
The rest of her costume, apart from the skirt and boots which Mary wore, was a soaked tangle of non-descript fabric clutched in one hand. The World's Wickedest Girl slapped it to the floor, and then began posing the worn out heroine. Once again, Mary was standing 'proudly', back straight, shoulders straight, hands on hips, legs straight, feet a little apart, and head back, a stance that was about as far from her mood as possible.
"You just stand there while I change into something more comfortable! I want to really look you over while I change!", explained her tormentor.
Mary blushed furiously as Georgia's wicked gaze fondled her embarrassing nudity. Georgia shucked off the pantsuit to pull a diaphanous nightgown over her svelte form, all the time slowly pacing around the hopelessly trapped super heroine. Not daring to move more than her eyes, Mary apprehensively tried to watch the circling devil. She jumped when she felt a soft hand on her lower back.
"Bend over!!", ordered the World's Wickedest Girl.
Mary, fearing the worst, bent slowly forward.
"Not like that, you nitwit!! Keep your back straight!! Bend at the waist!! Bring your legs together!! Hands down!!"
When Mary's upper body was just about horizontal, she was ordered to arch her back and bring her head up. This position thrust her marvelous breasts forward and drew her brief skirt up nearly exposing her naked bottom. Georgia, always one to gloat, and now positively bubbling had to go on.
"I really liked that horsie costume you destroyed!! But I guess I can ride you bareback. Let's see what kind of mount you really are!", and with that, she swung herself up onto Mary's lower back, clutching her hair to steady herself. "Now bring up your hands for stirrups. . . That's right. . .OK!! Giddyap!!", she cried, delivering a ringing slap to Mary's blushing rump.
It wasn't the slap that reddened Mary's exquisite bottom. When she felt Georgia's hot naked bottom contact her bare skin, she felt a strange and totally unexpected warmth suffuse her enslaved body. How could she react 'that way' to the boldly intimate touch of one of her most powerful adversaries?!?! What was happening here"!??! She squirmed a little, then caught herself and, after an awkward start, began a gentle trot around the great master bedroom.
Georgia must have been affected by the intimate touch, too, as she was silent during several turns around the room. The soft warmth of Mary's back along with the gentle bouncing, and powerful flexing of Mary's mighty muscles, all seemingly caressing the evil girl's most private parts took her breath away. Georgia had one of her most dangerous foes under her, completely in her thrall. That alone was an incredible rush, but adding the heady surge of unanticipated carnal lust left her momentarily dazed. When she regained some conscious control she whispered breathlessly, ". . . Ok now, you Little Red Cheese Tart. . . out the door. . . that's it. Now down the stairs. . . across the hallway to the main doors. . . Open the doors. . . now out. . ."
The full moon turned the surprisingly warm spring night into magic. The white marble of the steps practically glowed. The estate's roads, paved with crushed seashells, traced pearly white ribbons through the nearly black gardens and lawns to the shadowy wood. Mary cantered along a path, mind lost in the beauty around her and in the feeling of warm buttocks kneading her back. . . warm thighs caressing her naked sides. . . the silky feeling of Georgia's nightgown tickling her arms and bottom. Georgia was silent again.
Coming to an intersection, Mary quietly asked, "Which way, Mistress?" It seemed like the most natural thing, under the circumstances.
Georgia's answer was a bit long in coming. "Into the woods", she finally sighed.
Mary, emboldened by this innocent exchange tried to open a conversation. "Mistress. . .", she began. ". . . You're becoming a really a beautiful woman. . . and you've always been one of the smartest people I know. You could cure diseases, find new energy sources, feed the poor. You could have the world at your feet, and its people would love you, not hate and fear your name. What do you want? What would it take to change your evil ways?"
"Let me think. . .", answered Mary's evil rider dreamily. ". . . if you're wondering about this body, well Pops, Junior and I 'borrowed' a planeload of Olympic athletes for a few months last year, and ran a number of 'tests'. We sequenced the genomes of the lot of them, and using the National Database as a baseline were able to identify no less than 112 growth controlling factors and their genetic origins. We tried a little genetic engineering on ourselves when we were sure what we had. It worked a little on Pops, and somewhat better on Junior, but I was in some sort of growth spurt, and the genetic tweaking just worked wonders. I'm still growing! It's great!! Can you feel it?!?!", she added, squirming her thighs against Mary's sides.
"As for why I'm not one of you 'good guys', and never will be. . . If I were a goody-two-shoes like yourself, could I pound you into the ground anytime I felt the urge? Would I be riding you, right now? Would I enslave the World's Mightiest Girl and keep her as my abject pet, humiliating her at every turn?!?! No, there is an impenetrable wall between the likes of you and the likes of me. I happen to like control! Do you like to be controlled?!??!"
Both teens fell silent as Mary, to her surprise, actually considered Georgia's question seriously. Before she had a chance to arrive at any sort of answer, her musings were interrupted by the feeling of soft fingers exploring the softly flexing musculature of her back. Georgia, holding a knot of Mary's hair with one hand like reigns, let the fingers of her free hand slowly trace the ever changing hills and valleys of the muscles of Mary's upper back. The electric touch of those warm fingers, the soft crunching of her boots on the crushed shells, the moon flickering through the budding trees overhead, and the warmth and growing dampness of femininity pressed to her back set Mary's mind spinning. As if in a dream, she glided through the moonlit wood, never missing a step, leaping a tinkling little brook, oblivious to everything, yet at the same time more aware of the world than she had ever been.
The questing fingers traveled to the strong shoulders, briefly slid down to test the strong, rounded arms, then back up to stroke the graceful neck and a delicate (and incredibly sensitive!) ear. When Georgia leaned forward to take the measure of Mary's vibrating breasts, her hardened nipples caressed the terribly sensitized skin of Mary's back and the evil rider's hot breath stroked a blushing ear. After several minutes playing with the World's Boldest Breasts (while teasing her own on the broad, satiny back of her mount), the World's Wickedest Girl sighed and leaned back, tugging lightly on Mary's hair while her free hand slid down to thrill at the flexing of the backs of Mary's powerful thighs. Georgia lost herself in the mental image her fingers painted of the incredibly strong, but at the same time, unbelievably soft, warm body, curving deliciously with every stride. Lost in reverie, the questing digits flowed over the silky flesh, slowly moving higher until they were brushing the underside of Mary's quaking buns, fingertips delightedly following the sensuous motion of the muscular mounds with every step. Mary, trotting on 'automatic', was oblivious to everything but the now damp warmth squirming on the small of her back, and a hot, electric tingling where impertinent fingertips met hot velvety flesh.
As those terribly erotic fingers became more insolent, worming into the warm cleft, experiencing the smooth roll of buttock against buttock, dipping into the musky cavern where the luscious, ever swaying fissure disappeared between hot, slippery thighs, her basest needs simply took over. Without thinking, Mary clenched, straightening her quivering body, and rose smoothly into the air, slowly squirming powerful thigh against powerful thigh. Georgia stiffened momentarily with fear, but relaxed when she felt Mary's strong hands tighten ever so slightly about her feet, and her sturdy arms close protectively over her rider's thighs. The rider realized she was in safe hands, relaxed and let the new sensation wash over her. She was the owner of a flying horse!! A Pegasus!! A magic, mythical beast, and the realization filled her with undreamed of excitement! A light twist of Mary's hair or pinch of a nipple easily guided the bewitched (and bewitching) Marvel. Gliding silently out of the wood, over the dark garden with its stark white paths and moon-glow marble figures, white nightgown billowing around them, the unlikely pair were a vision out of some ancient fairy tale. Neither spoke. Both were under a strange, magical, erotic spell. . . mythical creatures of a spring night, approaching a ghostly white enchanted castle.
Two upper story windows were lit, and Georgia unconsciously guided her mesmerized mount to the nearest. The pair floated on the breeze just outside Mercy's room, slowly becoming aware of the goings on inside. A naked Troya was squatting before her haughty mistress, ruby lips pressed to the severe blonde's flowing twat while Mercy viciously whipped the superheroine's full behind with the riding crop Cassie had used earlier. Poor Donna gripped Mercy's broad naked bottom and screamed into her pulsing pussy with every stroke. The vibrations of the superheroine's screams must have stirred Mercy's very core, for the sadistic blonde dominatrix stiffened and gasped with every stroke.
"Hhmmmm. . . .", mused Georgia, now pinching and slapping Mary's rock hard butt. ". . . That looks like fun, doesn't it. Maybe we could do that later, hmmmm?? . . . What do you think, my Little Red Cheese-Puff???", she breathed into Mary's hot ear.
If Mary had been able to think, she would have been shocked at the strange excitement stirred in her most secret depths by this vision of erotic dominance and tortured submission, the velvet-voiced demeaning threats, and the constant gentle stimulation of her twisting, trembling buttocks. Neither girl realized it, but the unmindful squirming of each against the other only fed the flames of their growing passion. When Mercy finally came with a great shriek, the two eavesdroppers were overtaken by their own passion and each was lost in her own body wrenching, breath stopping, pussy gushing, mind blowing orgasm. Mary began to fall but caught herself at the last moment and rose unsteadily, body spasming, toes curled, eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Georgia didn't even notice. Her hot hands clutched Mary's hair with an iron grip. Her succulent loins gripped Mary's svelte waist like a tightly laced corset. Eyes closed and head thrown back, she bucked on her spasming mount, her vulva erupting endlessly over the magically muscular back.
When it was finally over, the somewhat confused but wonderfully spent pair found themselves outside the second glowing window. Inside, in a tangled heap of feminine pulchritude worthy of a Klimt painting, the Body Doubles and Wonder Girl, each completely naked, slept like angels.
Georgia yawned, lazily sent a probing finger once again to Mary's softened and soaking pussy, and remarked, "That reminds me. It's late. We should be getting back. Maybe we still have time to try a little fun and games ourselves??" At her rider's direction, Mary alighted like a feather, trotted back to the main entrance, mounted the marble steps, cantered between the great columns, through the broad foyer, up the winding ornate stairway and back to the huge master bedroom. Georgia dismounted, and patted Mary's back.
"Eeehhuuu!!. . .", she giggled. ". . . You're soaking, you marvelous little slut." To Mary, Georgia seemed to hesitate for the briefest of moments, as though she was unsure of what to do next. Suddenly making up her mind, she staggering wearily to the bed, sprawled on her back, and then ordered, "Come on, you marvelous pony. Get that super heroine tongue in gear, and send this little devil to heaven!!"
Mary, still groggy from the terrible strain of the entire weekend, slowly sank to her knees on the bed in front of her nemesis, leaned forward, and wearily began pushing the nightgown aside when she was startled by a loud snarling roar. Looking up she saw that the demon who had made her weekend a living hell had been overcome by her own fatigue and was fast asleep, snoring like a bear.
"Ho. .l.y m.o.l. . . ", sighed the exhausted Mary as she toppled over on her side, and, with her head just inches from Georgia's pungent pussy, immediately fell into a profound, dreamless sleep.
THE MORNING AFTER:
Mary was awakened by a brilliant light directed into her face. The sun was well up, and pouring in through the east windows. Another beautiful day! She shook her head and squinting, pulled herself up on one elbow. She was alone. On the bed beside her was a single blood-red long-stemmed rose, an envelope, and a small rectangular brightly wrapped package. In the envelope was a flower-bordered sheet of note paper with the words: "Thanks for all the help, my Little Red Cheezit. I couldn't have done it without you. Meet me again, soon! Love, GS". The sarcasm and veiled threat in the note did not escape the humiliated super heroine.
Hearing the sounds of the cleanup crew down the hall, Mary quickly found the rest of her uniform, showered rapidly (hand washing her costume as she did), and, wriggling into her still wet super heroine garb, gathered up Georgia's 'gifts' ("may find a clue here. . .", she thought) and leapt out the window.
On catching sight of a black clad figure slinking down the great marble steps, she turned and landed lightly beside Troya. Donna was slowly running one hand over her bottom while in the other she clutched a rose, an envelope, and a brightly wrapped gift box. Her head was down with her face mostly hidden by her raven tresses, but Mary could tell she was near tears.
"That bitch!!", she spat under her breath. "I'm going to kill her!! No one can treat me like that and get a way with it!!"
"Oh Donna. . ." admonished the World's Sweetest Super heroine. ". . . You know you really don't mean that! We're not that kind!! That’s why we're the 'good guys'. But hold onto that 'evidence'! Maybe the law can take care of her, but if not, we'll just shake it off, and be ready for next time.
"Oh Mary!!!. . . ", Donna sobbed. ". . .She d-did horrible things to me, and made m-me p-p-perform unthinkably p-perverse acts. . . You d-don't know!!!"
Mary knew, but kept quiet, put an arm around Troya's shoulders, and let her friend cry it out.
"Hey, guys!! What's shaking!?!?," a cheerful voice called. Startled, both looked up, Donna hastily wiping tears from her cheeks, to see Wondergirl skipping toward them. The little blonde sprite was nearly bouncing out of her newly abbreviated costume, and was obviously very pleased with herself. "Look what I got!!. . .A rose, a gift, and a sweet note!! Oh this has been the best weekend of my life!!!", squealed the bubbly teen. "I can't wait to see my new friends again!! OOoooooo. . . Look!! You got gifts too!! Let's open them and see what they are!!"
Donna and Mary were appalled, and momentarily speechless. Mary recovered first. "Are you insane, Cassie?!?!? Those people abused, humiliated and beat you!! You can't possibly want to see them again. . ."
". . .except to kill them!!", choked Donna, once again staring at the ground.
"No, no. . . Carmen and Bonny are really sweet, and fun, and nice!! YOU were the ones that abused, humiliated and beat me!!!", Cassie retorted. An embarrassed silence fell over the three.
Mary tried to redirect the awkward turn the conversation had taken suggesting: ". . .Yes, why don't we open these 'gifts'. Maybe they'll have clues to Georgia's whereabouts, what her real plans are, or tell us where and how she captured and held Supergirl and Wonder Woman. Maybe they can even be used as evidence when we bring charges. . ."
"Whatever!!. . .", Cassie shot back impatiently. ". . . Let's just open them and see what we got!!"
Each of the notes was signed by their respective last night's 'owners'. Donna's, like Mary's, was just a couple of sentences long. It praised her for being such a 'submissive slut' and promised more 'fun' in the near future. Cassie's note was filled, both front and back, with flowery script describing her body, its responses to various imaginative stimuli in a most exuberant prose, and ended with a 'sincere wish' to 'get together again, real soon'. Cassie giggled and blushed while reading it, while Mary and Donna just stood, mouths open, aghast at the depravity of the thing, but more at Cassie's response to it.
"Cassie, how could you!?!?", gasped Donna.
Cassie turned on Troya with a snarl, but Mary managed to defuse the situation by tearing the wrapping off her gift and exclaiming, "Oh, look!! A couple of DVDs!!"
Their interest aroused, both Cassie and Donna opened their own gifts. "Same thing. . .", remarked Cassie. ". . . a two DVD set entitled 'Your Wonderfully Marvelous Weekend!!!'". What do you think's on it??"
"I dunno,. . .", answered Mary suspiciously, ". . . but I want to examine it in private before I show it to anyone else."
"Want to come by Titan Tower and use their equipment?", queried Wondergirl excitedly.
"Can we have privacy?"
"Oh yeah. Of course. At least I think we can. Why don't we check it out and if you don't like it, we can go somewheres else!"
"I'd like a bath, first. . . ", commented Donna, smelling her underarms. ". . . maybe several. . .", she added with a grimace.
"I have to be getting home. . .", murmured Mary. ". . . my parents must be worried sick!"
"OK. . .", answered an unperturbed Cassie. Why don't we meet a Titan Tower, say next Saturday, and discuss it, after we've each taken a look at the things?! OK?!?"
The three agreed, and each took to the air, heading toward their respective homes.
Fortunately, this week was school vacation for Mary, and Mary Bromfield's Parents hadn't returned from the wedding they'd been invited to in California. Mary was thankful that she didn't have to explain things to them. That was always awkward. She flew in through her bedroom window, put the gifts and note on the bed, and stepping back clearly spoke the Wizard's name, "SHAZAM!", calling down the magic lightning that transformed her to the lively high school senior, Mary Bromfield. Somehow revived by the transformation, bright-eyed Mary, now dressed in low cut jeans and flowery belly shirt like the rest of her friends, couldn't wait to see what was on the disks. Fingers trembling, she opened the jewel box and extracted the first of the two disks, looking at it closely as if she could discern its contents with her naked eyes. She slipped it into her private DVD player, and ran through it.
'Ran through it', was an apt description. So anxious was she to know what was on the disk that she watched it at x10 speed, search mode, only stopping to review something especially interesting. Yes, it seemed to be all there, the 'highlights' of their terrible 48 hours under Georgia's thumb. "Oh, poor Supergirl!! Poor Diana!! Gosh!! So that's how that rocket got in there!! Holy Moly! Mary looks so sexy in that little horsie costume!! By the Wizard's name, poor Wonder Woman looks so sensual as Cheetah's pony!!". Oh my god!! So that's what that those Body doubles were doing to me!!" and on and on. . . "Holy Moly! Mom would never let me watch something like this!! Why am I so goooooeeey?!?!?" With the remote clutched in her right hand, her left found its way into the front of her jeans, and languidly massaged her drooling vulva. This was not the response she'd expected, but she was definitely aroused and tingling. Each super heroine was presented in her most embarrassing moments. Their defeat by Georgia's super weapons. . .Their humiliating forced treatment of one another. . .Clothed, nude, and shamelessly costumed in the most degrading outfits. . . A strangely distorted segment of Circe’s attempted takeover. . . Mercy's merciless domination of Troya, and Cassie's private time with the Body Doubles. The only thing that wasn't recorded was Mary's magical moonlight ride with Georgia. "No camera's in the garden, I guess", mused Mary.
Forty minutes after starting, the 140 minute program ended. Mary, eyes wide and body quivering, played it again, this time at normal speed. Seeing and hearing the recording stirred memories of the body itself, and even though it had been Mary Marvel and not Mary Bromfield who had been subjected to such obscene treatment, Mary Bromfield's young body, with the help of her own agile fingers, was soon seething, whimpering, and spasming along, keeping up with the recorded beauties' every squeal. Mary Bromfield, however, does not have the magical stamina owned by her alter ego, and was soon worn out.
She was so fatigued that when the recording ended (with a composite close-up of the three sleeping super heroines, angelic faces smiling slightly, sweat breath barely stirring the petals of their roses), she barely glanced at the second disk's contents. This was 'Loaded with Special Features' which she could only access with a PC. Knowing how protective her Dad was of the family's computers, and not trusting Georgia at all, she wisely decided not to run it at home, but rather to see what the computer wizards at the Justice League could make of it, if she and the others decided to share it at all. She didn't want to have to explain the video to her folks, so she hid it, along with the note from Georgia, under a loose floorboard in the back of her closet. Then she took another shower, powdered herself, and drifted off to sleep, wondering how long she'd have the house to herself this week. . . how many times she'd be able to view the disk again (to uncover any clues it might contain, of course).
NEXT SATURDAY:
The following Saturday, Mary Bromfield woke bright and early, showered and dressed, dug her disks of last weekend's events from their hiding place in the back of her closet, and bounded downstairs. Promising her mom that she'd have breakfast with her friends Donna and Cassie, she returned a fond hug and shot out the door. A little way from home, well into the wood that was between her home and school, she set the disks down and shouted the mystic name, 'SHAZAM'. Thunder rolled, lightning flashed, and little jeans and tube top Mary Bromfield, promising high school senior was transformed into the World's Mightiest Girl, the red, gold, and white clad super heroine, Mary Marvel.
The incredible teen brushed back her glistening auburn hair, retrieved the disks, and leapt into the air. This was totally different from last Saturday morning, when she had been off to meet with her nemesis, Georgia Sivana, the World's Wickedest Girl. Today, she was on her way to Titan's Tower in another city to confer with the stalwart heroines who had shared her misery last weekend, and, hopefully, to see Wonder Woman and Supergirl for the first time since their terrible ordeal. The air was warm and clear, the sky cloudless. It was a beautiful day for a flight, and she thoroughly enjoyed it.
A high, almost ballistic trajectory brought her to the Teen Titan's island, its woods and gardens dominated by the imposing cantilevered tower. She slowed and approached cautiously, being sure that she was identified as a friend. When she wasn't blown out of the sky by the island's defenses, she dropped lightly to the walk at the base of the steps to the entrance of the great tower. Wasting no time, she trotted up the steps and knocked on the heavy steel and glass doors.
"Com'on in, Mary!! We're upstairs!!" she heard a tinny voice from a tiny speaker, and pushed passed the massive doors when the lock buzzed. Boot-heels clicking through the marble floored lobby, she skipped up several flights until her keen ears picked up some familiar voices. Turning left down the hall, she came upon one of the many small conference rooms, to find Troya and Cassie already there and in earnest discussion. On one wall, a projection TV system was displaying a fight between two super heroines, one was Wonder Girl, and the other was Mary, herself!!
"What's going on!!" gaped the surprised teen as she came to a screeching halt in front of the screen. "I don't remember that ever happening!!", she added incredulously.
"It didn't. . .yet. . .", grinned Cassie, mischievously. "Its one of the 'Special Features' on that disk we got. Its a great game!! You're such a wuss!! I've kicked your ass so many times I've lost count!!", she chuckled, hitting 'SAVE GAME' and looking up at Mary.
"Really, Cassie!", complained her disgusted Amazon sister. "Why do you play such stuff?!?! Why don't you at least beat up on the bad guys instead of poor Mary?!?
"Cause Mary's so easy, and so cute when I take her down!!", enthused the blonde imp. "Watch, I'll reset it!"
Clicking a couple of keys cleared the detritus from the previous game's battle, brought up a new setting (a conference room in Teen Tower!) and placed the Cassie and Mary figures facing each other, a few feet apart. Each super heroine had her fists on her hips, her feet spread, and a belligerent expression on her perfect face. Mary marveled at how lifelike and accurate the images seemed. They even appeared to be breathing.
"OK, now watch! I made this part up myself with the 'Weapon Invention' tool!"
Suddenly the Cassie figure advanced on the Mary figure, and snapped two small metal medallions to the nipples of the computer generated Mary Marvel. "I call 'em 'Bust Buzzers'", chortled the little blonde imp. A look of shocked surprise washed over the computer generated face, and in less time than it takes to describe, the Cassie image had flipped the distracted 'Mary' onto her ass, and encased her in a large metal wastebasket. Hitting 'PAUSE', which left the Mary image sitting bolt upright on the floor, her upper body trapped in a wastebasket, and her attacker standing back with obvious glee, Cassie turned and grinned broadly.
"B-but that would never happen!! That's s-silly, and insulting, and j-just plain stupid!!", bristled Mary. This outburst was followed by:"EeEEEeEE!! Hey!! You little. . . Holy Mol. . . WHOA!!" then a "Splat!! Crunch!!", followed by a final muffled "You are in so much trouble, you little brat!!"
In much less time than it takes to tell, Wonder Girl, had taken a firm grip on each of Mary's marvelous nipples, then squeezed and twisted them. While the completely flabbergasted Marvel was trying to make sense of the new sensations exploding in her breasts, she felt a boot press into her crotch. After a little wiggling to seat itself properly, Cassie lifted the audacious boot, pulled on the trapped nipples, and easily flipped the dumbfounded Mary up into a high arc to land hard on her meaty bottom. In a fraction of a second more, the giggly blonde had jammed a wastebasket down onto Mary's upper body. "What do you think now?!?!", sniggered Cassie, prodding Mary's butt with the toe of her boot.
"Hey, what happened to the wastebasket!?!?!" Mary heard a muffled voice exclaim. "OK, who's the wise guy?!. . .". Power Girl, otherwise known a Karen Starr, had walked in on the awkward scene. ". . . and what's that on the screen?!?! Are you making home movies??"
Even Donna had to laugh at that. "No, no, Karen. Cassie was just demonstrating a new game she got last week."
"New game, huh?? Just last week, huh?? Look, kids! Since Monday, internet traffic to and from the Tower has increased ten fold, and it all seems directed at one server. Do you think this 'game' has anything to do with it?"
"I haven't gone surfing much this week. The game doesn't say anything about using the internet. I don't see how it could. . ."
Mary tore the wastebasket off and stood up, glaring at the little blonde imp who was standing in front of the screen which still showed the image of Mary's trashed counterpart. "Oh no!!!", cried the angry Marvel. "That's just the sort of thing my Dad was always warning us about!! I bet the program is like some sort of super 'spy ware'. I bet that all your strategies and new weapon's designs are sent directly to Sivana's server. I bet they're using the information to plan attacks against us all!!"
"Mary could be right. . .", considered a now serious Karen. ". . . what have you been doing in that game, Cassie??"
A little shamefaced and on the defensive, Cassie avoided the others' eyes and answered. "Beating up the villains in the game is too easy, so I've been fighting the heroes and heroines. Now let me see. . .", she considered. "I've used kryptonite against Superman and Supergirl, Wonder Woman's magic lasso against her and just about everybody else, too. (Boy! Did you look funny doing a chicken dance, Powder Puff Girl", she added under her breath.) "I used a yellow paint-ball-gun against the Green Lantern, and. . . "
"My god, you little brat!!", gasped Donna. "You've been writing a manual of how to defeat us all!!"
"That's possible. . .", mused Power Girl thoughtfully. "The information transfer has been significant, and we don't even know if station security has been compromised, yet."
"Now calm down!!", sighed Mary. "Considering how she captured Supergirl and Wonder Woman, she already knows a great deal about us. I doubt that Cassie 'told' her anything she didn't already know. Let's just try to put this in perspective. . ."
"Hey, what's up!!", called a cheerful newcomer. "You can hear the ruckus all the way down to the lobby!! And why did you want to see me, Donna?!?!"
"Oh, Kara!!. . .Oh, its so good to see you free!! How do you feel?!? Are you OK?!?! I can't believe what they did to you!! Come here!!!" And Mary rushed to embrace a completely surprised Supergirl.
"What do you mean?!", cried Kara as the breath was nearly squeezed out of her by the over emotional Mary. "What do you mean 'free'?! Who did what to me?!"
"Don't you remember last weekend, Kara?!" prodded Mary, just a little taken aback. "You were Catwoman's prisoner!! She did unspeakable things to you!! It was horrible!!"
"As far as I know. . .", responded a bemused Supergirl with a questioning look, ". . .I was with Superman most of last weekend, helping the European Space Agency repair one of their Moon probes. You can check with them if you want, and Catwoman hasn't been seen for months."
". . .Oh. . .", was all Mary could think to say, as she set her blue and red clad friend back on the floor. ". . .Oh. . . I'm sorry. . . I must have been mistaken", she added so quietly that only Supergirl heard her. Then the World's Mightiest Girl's shoulders began to shake, tears filled her beautiful brown eyes, she sniffled once or twice and then broke down sobbing. "It was all a trick!! That horrible Georgia tricked us!! We went through all that hell for nothing!! NOTHING!!!"
"I knew it, you dumb twats!!", added Cassie angrily. "Didn't I tell you we should have punched their lights out!?!? Oh, why did I ever listen to you two AIRHEADS!!!"
The two newcomers were speechless as Mary sobbed, Cassie fumed, and Donna hung back with her head down. "Wait a minute. . . maybe they used Diana's magic lasso to plant false memories in Kara's head?!", offered Troya, still not wanting to believe that they had been so easily tricked. "The people on the screen certainly looked, acted, and sounded like Kara and Diana!"
"Who sounded like me?", boomed a commanding voice from the doorway. "What's this all about?? Why did you ask me here today??" Every muscular inch and impossibly graceful movement of that magnificent body proclaimed strength, authority, and royal breeding, as the Princess of the Amazons swept into the room. She stood taller than anyone else, and carried herself with a bearing unmatched even by the other five Super heroines. "Donna! What were you saying??"
Troya quickly explained the situation. "Last weekend, I spent much of Saturday sparring with Power Girl. . .", here Karen nodded in agreement, ". . . and was with mother on Paradise Island on Sunday and Monday. No one could have taken the lasso! And I can't believe that any actress could have fooled you into thinking she were me. Let's see this video you've been talking about!"
Cassie, with a certain wicked anticipation, popped the DVD into the player and fast forwarded to the pony dressing part, where Cheetah was tormenting Wonder Woman. Diana's eyes opened in surprise as her image on the screen was subjected to indignity after indignity. Then in icy calm, she announced, "That's actually a fair likeness of me, but there are so many obvious differences that I'm surprised it fooled you. I'm more muscular than that image. My ass isn't that fat. . ." here, Cassie rolled her eyes in disbelief, ". . . my breasts don't swing like that", Karen glanced sideways through slitted eyes at the 'real thing', ". . . and I don't whimper, and cry like that under any circumstances!! You three should be ashamed of yourselves for. . ."
"Shut up and don't move!", ordered Cassie, who had just relieved Diana of her lasso and looped it around her sturdy Amazon neck while the imposing woman was lecturing the others. "You are the most arrogant, insensitive, fat assed, big-boobed cow that I've ever met!! I'm fed up with your imperious attitude!! How could Donna, or Mary, or I know any of these things?!?!? Have we ever seen you naked, whipped, and ridden like some animal?!?!? How can you be so unfeeling?!?! Donna and Mary and I went through HELL! thinking we were saving your royal ass from being fried, and how do you treat us?!?!?!?. . . Like SHIT!!! 'WE shouldn't have been fooled'. . . 'WE should know you well enough to recognize a fake'. . . 'WE are the stupid, blind, idiots who can't tell our asses from our elbows'. . . You disgust me!!!"
"Now hold on, Cassie. . .", Mary stepped forward, eyeing the still form of Wonder Woman nervously. "Diana may have some truth on her side. But where do you suppose they got such good imposters?!?!? I still can't tell that the real and screen Supergirls aren't the same person." Supergirl looked thoughtful. Mary went on, "The Supergirl I saw on the screen was strong, and brave, and selfless, just like the real thing!!" Supergirl blushed and looked up at Mary with appreciation. "The first thing that image told me was to run!! 'Get away'!! Just as I would have done! How could I not believe it was really you, Kara!?!" Mary and Kara, eyes welling with tears, fell into each others' arms and just held each other silently.
"It might be CGI, Computer Generated Imagery, based on photos and videos of the two of you. . ." mused the technophile side of Karen Starr. ". . .There are certainly enough of them available. And if these Sivana people are as technologically adept as the game would indicate, then they might have just been able to do it. Most people in the business agree that computer generated actors just don't look human enough to fool anyone, but that with daily advances, they will probably be indistinguishable from the real thing soon. These Sivanas may just be that far ahead of the rest of us. . ."
". . . But Diana has a point. . .", put in Wonder Girl with a wicked grin. ". . . we should've recognized her, and maybe if we'd seen her like that before, just maybe we could have recognized a fake. Now that I've seen Donna and Mary beaten, naked, balling, and forced to climax till they were silly. . .", the little imp seemed to greatly enjoy watching her partners squirm at these words, ". . . I don't think you could fool me with such a hoax. . . "
". . . Uh, Cassie. . .", began Donna, not liking where this seemed to be going, but Cassie was on a roll, and wouldn't be stopped.
". . . so I propose that we perform a little experiment, and get to know our Princess a little better. Let's just see what Her Majesty really looks like while orgasming, naked, and beaten!! Let's just see how good this lasso is! Diana! Become aroused!!". Eyes beginning to show worry for the first time, the stance of the striking beauty wearing the golden lasso collar became softer. Her back arched slightly, thrusting out both her massive breasts and muscular bottom. Her eyes half closed. She began to breath heavily. Heavy thighs slid over one another as she squirmed from foot to foot. Strong fingers reached into her colorful uniform to massage turgid nipples and pussy. Head slowly fell back. A low moan escaped her parted lips. "Wow, Super foreplay!!. . ." quipped the little blonde imp.
"Now ORGASM!!" Wonder Woman's eyes opened in shock for a fraction of a second, then her whole body seized. Her groan rose to become a scream. One hand squeezed a huge breast with superhuman force while the other seemed to try to get inside her already bursting pussy. Minutes passed. The screaming slowly died, as did the gushing from her nether lips. Finally the great warrior's seizure ended and she stood, barely, disheveled, soaking wet, and gasping. "That was pretty good. . .", nodded Cassie, glancing from Diana to the screen and back again, ". . . but I still can't tell the difference. Nope! She's just gotta be trussed up, stripped, and whipped!! Now let's see, where have we got a room that can take a really hard workout?! Oh yeah, the gym in the basement!! And, if I remember, there's a DVD player there, too. Bring the disk, would you, Donna?!? C'mon!! Doesn't anybody want to come??? You really should all watch so you won't make the same 'stupid' mistake that we did!!"
"I think this has gone far enough. . .", said a cold, threatening voice. ". . . Just release the Princess now, Cassie. She doesn't deserve this!! I'm not letting you take her!!" Power Girl stood blocking the door.
The Maid of Might was standing in front of the door, hips cocked to one side, arms belligerently crossed on her great chest, a lopsided smirk on her face as if daring anyone to take her on. Cassie had seen Karen's aggressive pose before, and it always disturbed her. To Cassie, Karen was a living, 3-D optical illusion, like the picture in her science book in seventh grade that first seemed to be the silhouettes of two faces looking at each other, nose to nose, but then something would click in your brain and it was a picture of a vase. At first, Power Girl's position, challenging smirk topping an incredibly imposing muscular body, seemed threatening, but then something would click in Cassie's brain, and all she could see were the enormous boobs being squeezed out her leotard, topped by a wicked grin that seemed to be that of some impossibly kinky hooker offering 'toys for the boys'. After a few 'clicks' back and forth, Cassie had to look away, and fluttered her free hand dismissively at Karen.
"Look Karen, this isn't your fight. This is Amazon business. You have no right to interfere. I've invited you to watch. If you want a fight, I'll give you one, but I don't think it would prove anything. . . (except what a whimp you are", thought Cassie to herself), ". . . and Diana will still get her's in the end!!" Unable to resist the pun, Cassie wickedly flicked the free end of the lasso across the star spangled blue seat of Diana's Royal Briefs, ringing a surprisingly girlish squeal from the mighty form before her. Wonder Woman glanced angrily at Wonder Girl, then looked hopefully at Karen.
"Wonder Girl is right. . .", interjected Donna with a strange little smile. ". . .This is Amazon business. You have all been honored with an invitation to attend and observe, but you may not intercede. Please step aside, Karen."
Power Girl stood in thought for a few moments, but finally acquiesced. A look of shocked horror swept over the noble features of the mighty Amazon Princess, when, leashed like a dog, she followed her tiny protégé out of the room. Mary stood with fist pressed to her mouth, frozen in indecision, looking from face to face around the room. Donna finally broke the embarrassing silence.
"OK, I've got the disk!! C'mon, ladies!! Let's see how close it comes to the real thing!!"
After more nervous shuffling of feet, Karen sighed and said, ". . .Well, why not.", and followed after the Amazons. Supergirl and Mary looked at each other questioningly, but they too finally turned to trail after the departing warriors. All six heroines off to one of the strangest events of their careers.
. . . . but that's another story.