"I don't think things are about to get any easier," Batgirl muttered to herself. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the growing crowd. There were at least twenty-five people slowly moving towards the costumed crime fighter.
Only moments earlier she had been in the middle of an otherwise normal patrol, when she heard the sounds of broken glass. Speeding around the next corner, Batgirl watched as the second metal trash barrel crashed through the front pane glass window of a jewelry store. One shapely, well muscled leg swung gracefully over as she brought her Bat cycle sliding to a quiet halt, broken glass crunching under her yellow boot heel.
"Time to call it a night," she yelled out to the three men standing at the shattered window. "I don't need the excise, and I highly doubt you need the trouble."
Only the three men acted as if the costumed crime fighter was mute. As if she didn't exist, they began making their way inside the store, also not paying much attention to the broken glass.
"Okay, I guess we're going to have to do it the hard way." A small smile played across Batgirl's mouth. Contrary to her warning to the men, she was looking forward to a confrontation. It had been a slow night, and few things could get her juices flowing like a good fight. Not that three against one could be considered a good fight. Hell, these three would hardly know what had hit them.
Powerful leg muscles tensed as Batgirl prepared to take action. Yellow-gloved fingers reached to grab the Batarang from her utility belt. With a bit of good luck and skill, she thought that she could bring down the first man a fraction of an instant before her launched body would take down number two. "Yeah, I'll be done before they even know they're in a fight," she chuckled.
Only sounds from behind caused Batgirl's head to snap around before she had the chance to fling the crescent shaped weapon. A group of four people were using whatever came to hand to break out the glass display of another store. This time group was comprised of both men and women.
"Now what?" the confused heroine asked herself. Whipping her head back, she took a closer look at the first group, then back again as she compared them to the newcomers. "Not your ordinary bunch of thugs. In fact I think they must have missed the chapter covering dress code in the hoodlum handbook." In fact, all seven were wearing casual dress. Nothing special, all were clad in just everyday street clothes. Not a single one had on the basic black favored by most night calling thieves. Or super heroines.
As the number of puzzles filled her head, Batgirl knew that none of it changed the bottom line. She still had a job to do. There would be time to figure out strange criminal behaviors later.
Turning back to the original three men, Batgirl tossed her Batarang. The resounding thud as it struck home against one hood's skull brought a smile to her face. A mid-air flip spun her body around to the perfect position for landing feet first right between the shoulders of the second man, who went down hard. His face stopping his fall as the ground rudely welcomed him. This forward momentum acted as a springboard as the night-suited daredevil threw herself in the direction of the last thug.
To her amazement, Batgirl almost missed her target. So sure that there would be some attempt at a defensive maneuver, she almost sailed past the man when he made no move at all to avoid her attack. Only her incredible reflexes prevented her from over compensating to the point of missing him completely. With her body still suspended in air, Batgirl chopped down with both hands. Twin impacts sent the man to the floor unconscious while allowing the highly trained crime-fighter to land gently on her feet. Crouching down, she spun on one heel, ready to meet the attackers she knew would be coming in to attack her from behind. Only no one was there.
"Curious and curiousier. What? The others were so sure that these three could handle me that they didn't even bother to come lend a hand?" Batgirl was almost madder at the thought of being taken for granted then she was of the damage these criminals were doing. It only took a second for her to retrieve her fallen Batarang. Surely there were going to be at least one, and probably four, more skulls for her to aim it at.
Which only surprised her that much more when she sprung back out into the street. She had been expecting to see the remaining four criminals looting the store across the street. Batgirl was not prepared to see their numbers swelling as more people came from down the street. Each one had something in their hand to cause some damage with, although none where the kind of weapons she would expect to see used by a modern day criminal. No, these people were all carrying bits and pieces of all kinds of things. Almost as if the growing mob was simply making weapons from whatever they found close by at hand. A broom handle here, a broken beer bottle there, while elsewhere came the sound of a wooden crate being broken up into usable pieces. More and more people were appearing, slowly shuffling their way to the waiting gem repositories.
Then it began to make sense. Upon closer examination it became clear to Batgirl that these were not your run of the mill crooks. As their number increased she noted that this was a cross section of Gotham City. Men, women, teenagers. luckily she didn't see any children. Still not knowing the cause mob scene, Batgirl knew that she still needed to find a way to stop these people. Afterward she could try to discover what was causing otherwise ordinary citizens to break the law in this fashion.
The only question would be in how she would be able to stop this many at once. Batgirl was well aware of her personal skills, but how could she possibly stand against this quickly mounting mob? More important, how to do so without running the risk of harming innocent victims?
As she mentally wrestled with what her next move should be, the crowd of twenty-five became thirty. fifty. one hundred!
Attaching a line to her Batarang, the dark angel lassoed a dozen people with one deft toss. Surprisingly a quick knot in the rope was all it took to subdue the lot. Whatever was turning these citizens into criminals was also dulling their minds. None took a serious try at freeing themselves. It was almost as if she were dealing with a multitude of zombies.
"Now if I only had another couple dozen Batarangs, "mused the masked redhead. She tried corralling four of the people nearest to her, only to find herself being shoved back. Her eyes widened as she noticed that the crowd was no longer focused on the jewelry stores. Batgirl was not at all happy at seeing that she had become the center of their collective attention. Suddenly she found herself being surrounded, with only a few seconds remaining before the mob would finish closing in on her. And without her trusty Batarang there would be no escape by going up and over their heads.
Like an animal cornered by a pack of wolves, the costumed girl searched for any possible exit. Hands came up into a defensive position just before the first club hit her in the back. Time was up. It was move now or else.
Leaping forward, Batgirl's hands reached out for the shoulders of a hulking man. Thinking he was being attacked, the man braced for the coming impact. Only Batgirl had another idea. Pressing down against those broad shoulders, the dark damsel flipped herself up and out, hoping to clear the rest of the pressing mob. A plan that might have worked if not for the stunning club blow she took to her left side before having the chance to finish the nimble back flip. Falling backwards into the hands of the wait throng, Batgirl was on the verge of being swallowed by this tide of humanity. Fingers grabbed at black clad arms and legs, trying to drag the beauty down where she would certainly be trampled.
Just as shocking were the hands moving over her breasts and ass. Part of the crowd wanting to crush her, another part was busily molesting the beautiful masked girl. It was only due to her superbly trained body that the off-balanced fighter was able to pull one man up, using him as a shield to block away some of the crowd. Thrusting her body back violently gained her a few valuable inches of working room. Climbing her shield like a ladder, the masked marvel jumped again. This time she wasn't nearly as worried accidentally hurting someone. She was quite certain that this mesmerized crowd would kill or maim her without thought.
If any of them were still capable of having thought.
Successfully vaulting to the outside of the crowd, Batgirl knelt down, quickly gasping for air after her close escape. Standing again, she searched the area, looking for anything she could use as a weapon. Disappointingly, nothing useful in crowd management was in sight.
"Well then. For my next miracle. I guess there's always one on one." Looking across to the still growing crowd, she shrugged. "It's going to be one heck of a long night."
"Not if you get a bit of help."
Batgirl's head snapped up towards the sound of the new voice, only to see a blur of red as it whooshed by.
"That could only be Supergirl!" Grinning from Bat ear to Bat ear, hope swelled inside her lovely bosom. This might turn out being fun after all.
The Girl of Steel quickly circled the central bulk of the mob. Several spins of her swiftly flying body created a shockwave of air that knocked most of the people down without causing any real harm. As quickly as she had started, Batgirl saw the airborne heroine in blue and red speed away.
"She must have something in mind," the masked redhead thought. Searching through a pocket of her utility belt, Batgirl's fingers closed around several gas pellets. "So let's help even the odds a bit more until she gets back."
Rocketing her way to a nearby city park, Supergirl's fingers grabbed hold of the chain link fence surrounding a well-kept baseball field. Taking hardly more than a flick of her fingers, the metal fabric tore free of its anchors. Barely slowing down, the Maid of Might also snagged up several of the steel posts with the ease of picking up some cardboard tubes. Blonde hair streaming behind her, Supergirl turned her way back to the downtown disturbance.
Gas billowed around the outer perimeters, the swirling mist causing the crowd to collapse in on itself. Sleeping bodies dropped to the ground as the gas began taking its toll. Arriving in time to take advantage of the dwindling numbers, Supergirl rammed one metal post into the sidewalk only inches away from a tall building with a deafening thud. Still flying, she turned her head back, using her heat vision to spot weld one end of the chain link fence in place. Circling around the outside of the mob, the flying beauty speared another post into the ground, again up tight to a concrete wall. Wrapping the opposite end of the fence around the steel shaft, Supergirl slowly began taking out the slack. Inexorably, like a fisherman pulling in his net, she brought her "catch" up close and together. Pinning all of them inside the flexible cage, holding them between the steel fabric and the cold front of a building.
Regaining her Batarang and rope from the gassed group of civilians, Batgirl snared a few more of the stragglers. The last of her gas pellets finished off the rest even as Supergirl completed building her cage.
"Not bad," Batgirl said, looking over the trapped assemblage. "You know, we work pretty well together."
"Couldn't have done it without you," Supergirl returned. Giving the cowled crime fighter a sisterly hug before springing up into the night sky.
Batgirl shook her head with awe. "I doubt that, but thanks for saying so."
It was several days later that Supergirl found herself soaring towards Washing D.C. Blue eyes gleamed as she thought about her final destination. "The White House! And the President is going to personally give me a special Humanitarian Award," she said to herself. Filled with pride over the coming event, Supergirl found it difficult not let her excitement take control, and send herself rocketing towards the nation's capital.
"Come on now," Supergirl chided herself. "This isn't the first time you've met a world leader. And it's not as if this is the first award you've ever gotten. Slow down and enjoy the trip. Getting there early isn't going to start the ceremony any sooner."
Taking a deep breath, Supergirl decreased speed. Smiling as she enjoyed the journey, she began playing zigzag with some high, fluffy clouds. Ducking in and out of the swirling, floating cotton puffs, she played a game, seeing what kind of shaped hole she could leave behind. Another game was where she would see how close she could come to one floating behemoths without disturbing its amebic formation. These were games she had been playing for as long as when she had first learned how to fly. It was one of the simple joys of life that could only be known by that rare handful of her fellow superheroes lucky enough to posses the power of flight.
Supergirl began having so much fun that she almost lost track of the time. Nearly forgetting about the importance of her coming appointment. Almost.
But she did notice when someone grabbed hold of her breast!
Jerking to a complete halt, simply floating in mid-air, Supergirl looked down at her chest. To see nothing!
She felt blood rushing to her face, knowing that she must be blushing as bright a red as the "S" she so proudly wore. Although there was nothing nea rby that could be seen, Supergirl could still feel the fingers, which had closed down on her breast. A fresh burst of embarrassment came over the Maid of Might as she saw her nipple was perking up. Plumping to stiffness after such intimate contact. Tenting out the fabric of her tunic.
"Am I just going nuts? Or am I only daydreaming all of this?" Looking all around, using her telescopic vision, Supergirl confirmed there was no one anywhere close enough to have taken such a personal liberty.
"Too bad. Felt kind of nice," she shyly admitted to no one. "Or would have, if it had been real." Taking one more quick look for miles around her, Supergirl hit a burst of speed, arriving in Washington D.C. a few seconds later.
Later, the girl of steel was barely able to contain her excitement as she stood at the podium next to the President of the United States. Her heart filled with pride as the kind words poured from his mouth. Certainly she understood that for the most part that his speech was really meant for the TV cameras, but this was still a special day for her, and she was more than willing to bask in the joy of the moment.
"And now for a few words from our guest of honor. Ladies and gentlemen, the one and only. Supergirl!"
The roar of applause and wild cheering took the heroine by surprise. Supergirl found herself flushing red with embarrassment, all caused by the raw emotion generated by so many people clapping and yelling their praise for her. The moment was stunning. Intoxicating.
"Thank you. thank you all." she said, becoming further embarrassed by this outpouring of admiration. Waving her hands, she did what she could to hush the crowd down some.
That's when she heard the first gasps. Instantly she knew something was wrong, only she didn't know what. Her first thought was for the safety of the President, only when she glanced his way she saw no sign of any danger to the man. She was startled by his reaction though. The leader of the free world was staring right at her chest. Centering his focus on her in a most un-Presidential fashion. Lowering her own gaze, she quickly understood why he was staring at her. And why the massive crowd was cheering her now in a completely different way
Her normally "true blue" blouse was somehow becoming transparent! Pink nipples were pointing right out at the staring crowd. Nobody holding a camera needed any coxing. Shutters were clicking away, sounding like machine gun fire as hundreds of rolls of film were used. The networks would have to do some cleaver editing to use the tape being taken, but Supergirl would certainly be headline material tonight.
Thinking quickly, the girl of steel pickup the podium as if it weighed nothing, holding it out in front of her to prevent anyone else from seeing what should have been her otherwise hidden charms.
A quick scan of the area did nothing to tell her what was happening to her blouse. Then a new glance down told her that the blouse wasn't the only thing becoming transparent. First her short red skirt started fading away, followed a split second later by her bright red panties!
"I'm not about to show off everything in front of this crowd," she muttered. Dropping the podium, Supergirl rocketed into the sky. It was an action so sudden that most of her fans thought that Supergirl had somehow magically vanished right in front of their eyes.
Stopping herself hundreds of feet in the air, Supergirl was again surprised when she saw that her uniform had returned to normal. Running hands up and along her shapely body, checking to see if her costume really was there, she could only shake her head in disbelief. "What was that all about?" Too many strange things were happening to her today.
Taking a quick super speed flight over the top of the crowd, Supergirl used her X-Ray vision to destroy the film in all the cameras that had been focused on her only seconds ago. Another lap of the area brought her circling over the TV network news trucks. The video tape decks wouldn't fare any better against the burst of radiation generated form her blue eyes than the film would. "Sorry boys," Supergirl grinned. "But a girl's got to have some secrets."
Deciding this would not be the best time to make apologies to the President, Supergirl headed towards home. Somehow she needed to sort this mystery out. Running one possibility after another through her head, she let out a sudden yelp when she felt a hand grabbing between her legs!
"WHO.!?!" Supergirl reached down with both hands to take hold of.
Nothing!
"Who's doing this!" she screamed in a voice booming loud enough to be heard six miles away. It never occurred to her how strange she must have looked to anyone else. If anyone else had been flying nearby. Hanging suspended in mid-air, she was bent over in half as her hands rubbed between widespread legs.
Again neither her X-Ray, nor telescopic vision gave a clue to what had happened.
"If my costume hadn't have pulled that disappearing act earlier, I would chalk this up to the possibility that I was going crazy. Or becoming terminally horny." The Maid of Might smoothed down her skirt and began flying back for home. "It is sad to admit that these two gropes are the most action I've had in a long, long time."
She had barely covered another mile before the invisible hand returned. Supergirl felt the palm of a man's hand cupping over one firm ass cheek, with what felt like the middle finger curling down to stroke along her center female seam. The one long fingertip brushed right over her clit!
"Stop it!" Powerful thighs clamped together with enough strength to have crushed a battleship. To bad there wasn't anything there for her trap. Once again, her mystery assailant had vanished without a trace.
"I'm through with playing," Supergirl huffed. Regaining some composure, she began flying in a search pattern. One way or another, she was determined to discover who was feeling her up. Making her all the more frustrated when she couldn't come up with a single clue. Moving with ever increasing speed, Supergirl became a blue and red blur as she criss-crossed over the countryside.
So centered on the search, she never saw the giant hand that swatted at her from behind. Shocked by the unexpected attack, stunned by the incredible force that hit her, Supergirl never saw the green, glowing wall that snapped into existence before her. Her own headlong speed, added by a second forceful blow from the oversized hand, sent the beautiful blonde hurtling head first into the wall. The crushing impact knocking her instantly unconscious.
Supergirl was far from happy as she forced her eyes to open. She was also far from comfortable. Her body was forced into a wide spread position, wrists and ankles drawn out wide, held in place by some strange bands which were glowing a bright green. Painfully twisting her head, Supergirl was just able to see the large X-frame that the bands were pinning her to. This bizarre piece of furniture was also glowing the same shade of emerald.
"At least it's not Kryptonite," the Girl of Steel noted thankfully. There was no telling illness that the deadly radiation usually bought her. "But it still reminds me of something. Something I've seen before."
Trying to shake some of the fog from her brain, Supergirl tensed her body. Slowly she began flexing her mighty muscles, knowing that the colored bands would soon be popping away. Only they held firm, continuing to trap her in their iron grip.
"Ah, I see you are back with us."
Snapping her head to the left, Supergirl zeroed in on the new voice. A strange little man stepped out from the shadows. A silly grin played across his face, an oversized top hat perched on his head.
"And who might you be," Supergirl snarled. Anger at being trapped like this was getting the better of her. She knew that she needed to settle down, to calm herself so she could think her way out of this situation.
"I am so hurt," the little man said, looking honestly wounded. "I thought that all of you super types compared notes. I'm sure that Batman wouldn't make the same mistake. But then Batman knows me ever so well. For many are the times that he has matched wits with The Mad Hatter."
The little man smiled as recognition hit Supergirl. "Ah! I see you have heard of me."
"Yes. But what do have against me? This doesn't seem like your type of plan. And how did you capture me?" Irritation building, Supergirl still couldn't force a change in the green bands restraining her.
"What's wrong? Big muscles can't free you? Can't make a single move to protect yourself, eh?" The stupid grin on the Hatter's face grew bigger. "Well, maybe it's because I'm telling you not to escape."
"That's ridiculous! Even if what you say is true, then why do you need this at all?" Supergirl did what she could to shake the X-frame loose from the floor, or to find some way to break it up into a million pieces. Frustration openly showing on her face as she found her every attempt was futile. Eyes narrowing, she glared at her captor. "You still haven't explained how you took me by surprise."
"Yes. that did take a bit of planning on my part," the little man said proudly. He paced back and forth before his prisoner, not bothering to hide the fact that he was openly staring at her magnificent body. "How to go about kidnapping the mighty Supergirl. Why to do that, you'd have to posses great power. It would certainly take far more strength than what I have. Luckily I have a new friend. One who has more than enough power to help me. I believe you've met him before."
At a gesture from Mad Hatter, a new figure stepped into the light.
Supergirl's eyes all but popped from their sockets. "Green Lantern!"
"Mind control is my calling card, and with a little bit of help from my friends, anything is possible." Mad Hatter tapped his finger on what looked like a black sweatband that circled the hero's forehead.
"You forced Green Lantern to help you!"
"Of course. Who else could make himself invisible so he could fly right alongside you completely undetectable? He even made it possible for me to view it all, right here in the privacy of my lair, as he used an invisible hand from his ring to molest you," Hatter admitted gleefully. "You should have seen the look on your face when he grabbed at your big, super tit. The colors you turned! Oh. and when he stroked at your power pussy! I thought I'd die."
"That still might be arranged," the bound blonde snarled. Only the glowing bands still refused to budge. She was making no progress at all against the restraints.
"Not today, my dear. Or tomorrow either I might add. But I must admit that I am rather concerned over the amount of fight there is still in you." Mad Hatter stepped closer to the helpless heroine. Searching through his pockets, he came up with a small tool. "Possibly with a small adjustment."
It was as he reached towards her neck that Supergirl first noticed the collar circling her throat. She couldn't see what he was doing, but suddenly her efforts at freedom halted. Supergirl hung quietly in her bonds, suddenly finding herself submissively quiet.
"Better, much better," the villain grinned. "I wasn't entirely sure if one of my control devices would work on you. That's another reason why I needed the help of Green Lantern. I hoped that once he had weakened you, that the direct contact of my device against your skin would make you my puppet. But I guess there is only one true way to find out for sure."
Steeling himself as if know that he was about to do something incredibly stupid, Mad Hatter reached out, closing his fingers around one of Supergirl' s firm tits! "Just as lovely as I dreamed they would be," he said, the look of worry swiftly being replaced by one of joy.
Supergirl wanted to scream, but she couldn't make her mouth move. Or any other portion of her body either. She was completely helpless, unable to even twist her chest away to avoid the offending hand. All she could do was look down and the fingers mauling her soft chest mound.
"Sorry," the villain laughed insincerely. "But I couldn't think of a better test of my new control over you. If it were anything but absolute, I'd probably be splattered into a thin film covering the walls of this room by now.
"Which still might happen." The words were slow to exit from Supergirl's mouth, their very formation taking an extreme effort on her part.
"Amazing! You shouldn't be able to. You may be stronger than what I had guessed. This might mean I'll need to change my plans." The Mad Hatter pondered his situation for a few more seconds before turning his attention to Green Lantern. "Do you still have that Kryptonite sample?"
The hero stood at attention, slowly shaking his head. "No sir. I returned it to Star Labs after taking Supergirl prisoner."
"But you could get to it again if necessary?"
"It is locked in their top security vault. I returned it as quickly as I could. If it had been noticed missing, Superman would have been called. Round trip to retrieve it would take almost a minute."
"Good to know, but I don't think it will come to that," the strange little man waved the very notion away. "Supergirl is strong, but I do not think that even her will can withstand my power. Green Lantern, I want you to release her. But keep a careful eye on her. If Supergirl tries anything, stop her. Do whatever it takes, but stop her. Understood?"
Without as much as a nod, the emerald gladiator caused the X-frame and restraining bands to blink out of existence. Supergirl fell to the floor, landing in a crumpled heap. Muscles refused to obey as she tried to direct her body to stand, or even sit up. She was completely powerless until The Mad Hatter bid her to rise. Once gaining her feet, she stood as still as stone as he approached. His hand reached out to grab a second feel of those inviting tits. His other hand joined in, kneading away at the magnificent mammeries.
The Girl of Steel didn't as much as flinch, standing still as the villain took his pleasure at her expense. Under extraordinary effort, she forced her lips to part. "But why?"
Mad Hatter's hand pulled away, his eyes narrowing in shock. "Still you resist. Most unsettling, this." As much as it bothered the villain that he did not have total control over the lovely blonde, playing with her breasts remained too great a distraction. Lust driving any worry from his mind.
"Why.? Why indeed. Well, if you must know, it's because of the money you cost me." Mad Hatter was happy to learn that Supergirl had nothing on under her blouse, making her nipples that much easier for him to toy with.
Eyebrows furrowed on the lovely face. For as much as what she wished she could smack the offending hands away from her chest, the Girl of Steel was more than a little curious about what the strange little man was talking about. "What money," she gasped out. Her index finger twitched slightly, being about the most amount of movement she had yet been able to muster.
"Incredible, you shouldn't be able to do anything. But beyond this troubling fact, you may remember a little incident you and the little baby bat came across. I had arranged to give away some free phone cards after the basketball game a few nights ago. Too bad the exiting fans didn't know that the cards were actually some of my mind controllers. I planned on using them as helpful puppets, sending them out to gather up money and jewels from the downtown area for me. A plan, which would have brought me millions if not for your meddling interference."
"Bat. Batgirl?" Only through extreme mental effort could Supergirl finally form the word.
Infuriated by her persistent defiance of his control, Mad Hatter slapped at the great set of boobs in front of him. Not that he could ever cause the Kryiptonian physical pain. But it did make him feel momentarily better.
"Yes, I think it's about time for you to be reacquainted with your friend. Why don't you step closer my sweet?" Hatter rubbed his hands together gleefully as the black clad crime fighter walked into the room, stepping right into his open arms. Supergirl didn't know where it was, but from the submissive way Batgirl was acting, it was a sure thing that she was wearing one of Mad Hatter's mind toys.
"You two will be very sorry you interfered with my plans," the master criminal said as he allowed his hands to wander over Batgirl's trim body. "So I think it's about time for you to begin paying me back. Let's start with you, my dear," he said, taking a step away from Batgirl. "Why don't you do a sexy little dance for me?"
With the order planted in her mind, the masked girl went into a slow, sensuous dance. Moving to music playing only in her own head, Batgirl's hips twisted and churned in ways that would have been impossible for most professional dancers. Using her hands, yellow-gloved fingers moved up and down over her body, offering up her proud breasts to her small audience.
"Very nice. Very nice indeed," Mad Hatter grinned, his breathing was becoming labored as he watched the sexy performance. "But I think you can do better. Why don't you strip for us now?"
A shocked gasp escaped from Supergirl's slowed lips. There had to be something she could do to stop this. Something she could do to prevent the humiliation about to befall her friend.
With the grace of a ballet star, and the physical talent of an all-star stripper, Batgirl worked at removing her uniform. Slowly she unveiled her lovely body. Perfect breasts gently swayed as she dropped the black bodysuit to the ground, hips gyrating in a maddening way, as she stood before them naked other than her cowl.
"This is fantastic. Damn! I wouldn't have thought she'd have a shaved pussy. I love it," Mad Hatter admitted, a bit of drool falling from one side of his mouth. "Too bad I didn't set up some video cameras. Think of how many tapes I could sell of this performance." Absently wiping his mouth dry, he turned his attention back to Supergirl. "I believe I once read that your cousin could open up his senses to such a point that he could perform micro surgery that no other doctor could attempt. Is this true?"
She didn't know how the mind control device worked, but Supergirl suddenly found her mouth opening and an unwanted answer spilled out. "Yes. Both of us make use of hyper sensitivity when the need arises."
"Good! I believe that's how you can hear cries for help from miles away. So if it works for some senses, why not all of them? Let's try a little test. I want you to allow your body to become as sensitive as it possibly can. Open your senses fully to everything," Mad Hatter commanded.
Supergirl's head jerked up, eyes crunching shut as she thought her eardrums might explode. Every sound in the room was amplified a million times. The sound of Mad Hatter's rapidly beating heart was as loud as thundering jet engine. The glow from Green Lantern's power ring became the crackling energy of a thousand power plants.
Mad Hatter instantly understood his error. "You may filter out sound and smell, but keep the sensitivity of touch as strong as possible."
The room seemed to have gone silent for a moment and Supergirl sighed an internal, silent relief. Following orders, she did notice that her skin could feel the air currents moving from the others as they breathed. Her own uniform was feeling almost unbearably rough where it touched her body. The simple act of breathing caused the normally smooth fabric to feel like a hasp file being worked over her now overly sensitive nerves.
"Better. Much better," the villain said happily. "Let's see how this changes things."
Once again the criminal mastermind helped himself to the Maid of Might's chest. Taking one in each sweaty hand, he began roughly kneading the sizable globes. This time his attentions were such that not even the mighty Supergirl could ignore. With her own body betraying her, whispered moans wormed their way out from between clenched lips. Mad Hatter laughed out loud as he felt twin nipples plump up under his twisting fingers.
"But I think you can do a better job of this. I know that you're still invulnerable, but that does not prevent you from feeling things, does it? Take off your blouse and show us all those super tits." Hatter demanded.
For as much as what Supergirl didn't want to help with her own humiliation, she was almost thankful for the opportunity to rid herself of the restrictive clothing. The bright blue tunic barely hit the floor before her captor had a new suggestion.
"It was fun playing with you, but there is the point of needing to punish you for what you cost me. With your super body, I don't think there is much I could do to hurt you. But that shouldn't stop you from causing a bit of discomfort. Take hold on your nipples. Good, now pinch them. No! Pinch them hard!"
Gasping, the Girl of Steel did as he demanded. Gripping hard on her stiffened buds, she applied far greater pressure on the tender buds than what her captor ever could have caused. In her hyper sensitive state the nerves from her tender tips screamed at her. Trapped by her own body, Supergirl tortured herself, unable to prevent a single second of the building pain.
Clapping his hands like a happy child at the circus, Mad Hatter wanted more. "Yank them too! Pull on those tits as you grip down harder on those nips."
Head exploding with mind numbing agony, Supergirl tried to will her fingers to open. Visualizing her hands opening and her boobs swinging away free. Wishing that she could regain control of her own body only so she could stop this unendurable torture.
With her face turning purple from her pain inflecting efforts, Supergirl stretched her nipples further away from her chest. Increasing the pressure in her fingertip as if actually trying to tear the tender nubs right off of her tits.
"Come on! Get into it. I don't want to see you playing with yourself, pull harder." As if to show his prisoner how, Mad Hatter grabbed hold of Supergirl's wrists, jerking on them with all his weight.
"Please. " The Girl of Steel whimpered softly. "Don't make me."
The loud laughter bursting from the demented little man easily drowned out anything else Supergirl might have said.
"I've got to get a recording of this. If nothing else I've got to get a video camera so I can get some good shots of you fucking yourself." Hatter so loved the burning glare he got from his captive, that he had to push that hot button again. "I can hardly wait to see fist fucking your own pussy. Or better yet, doing it to your ass!"
"Bastard!" Her curse was hardly more than a whisper, but her rage could be felt across the room.
"That will cost you. Okay, stop," he allowed. "You can leave your tits alone. But rather than just standing around, why don't you take off that cute skirt and panties."
Watching through helpless eyes, Supergirl did as she was told. She felt color returning to her cheeks as she revealed herself before the other three.
The garishly garbed villain grabbed Batgirl, pulling her closer to the now statue-like blonde. "I want to see another kind of show. Why don't you two get friendlier? I'm sure you like each other, so why not show me how much by giving each other a big kiss? Pretend you are very much in love with each other. Right NOW!"
Supergirl couldn't believe this was really happening. Cursing her body for not obeying her, she had no choice but to pull the other woman's body up in a lover's embrace. Facing drawing in, two mouths opened, tongues searching for a mate. She didn't know if Batgirl was feeling as betrayed by her body as she was, but shockingly she found herself giving in to the heated passion of the kiss. With the rest of her senses working in overdrive, the sensation of feeling Batgirl's hardened nipples pressing up against her own was causing a strange excitement she couldn't explain.
As the kiss went on, Batgirl's hands began to wander. Gliding over rounded ass cheeks, one hand dipped down lower. Slender fingers gently traced their way between twin fleshy ass mounds until finally making contact with the slit hidden lower.
How much of this was Mad Hatter's doing Supergirl didn't know. She chose to believe that he was working the redhead crime buster like a puppet master, forcing the other crime fighter to perform these lurid acts. But could she be sure? Maybe Batgirl really wanted this. Supergirl had heard stories about Catwoman and still others concerning Wonder Woman's sexual preferences. What if Batgirl also preferred the company of women? An involuntary shutter rippled through Supergirl, follow by another when one long fingernail lightly flicked over her clit!
More than ever Supergirl wished she could cry out. Initially she wished she could beg for an end to this nightmare. Yet there was a darker corner of her brain wanting for more to happen. Praying that the sole digit would spend even more time with her pleasure center. The Girl of Steel couldn't remember a time when she had felt more sexually excited. Her tender female center quickly moistening as one dream came true, and her clit was further toyed with.
"Let's not be selfish, eh Supergirl?" Mad Hatter slowly circled the two women as he studied their heated embrace. Getting more and more turned on as he watched their mouths slipping across each other as they continued to kiss. "It looks like you're doing a lot more receiving than giving. Seems rather out of character, don't your think? Why don't you reach down and give your partner a little pleasure?"
The words were no sooner out of his mouth before Supergirl found her hand wandering down between their bodies. Sliding over Batgirl's smooth hips, fingers strong enough to crush a diesel truck traced their way to the girl's smooth sex mound. Lightly stroking, Supergirl exactly matched the loving touch being bestowed between her own legs.
They were providing the happy villain with a much better show than he could ever have imagined. "Such perfect bodies! I could watch the two of you for the rest of my life." Mad Hatter suddenly became very aware of his own painfully throbbing erection. He let out a chilling, cold laugh. "Well. maybe I could want for a bit more than simply watching."
Nubile bodies began to slowly rub and writhe together. What Supergirl didn't know was how much of it was from the honest excitement growing between them, and how much was being controlled by the demented will their captor. Could Mad Hatter hold influence over them without uttering a single word? And if so, did that mean he could also read their minds? Because if that was the case, then maybe there would be no way for them to ever plan an escape!
"Those fingers are doing a pretty good job, aren't they?" Hatter was still pacing around their squirming forms, watching and slowly stroking at his still covered erection. "So why not try for something more fun? She doesn't look all that heavy to me, Supergirl. I'm sure you could hold on to her," he giggled, his unsettled mind beginning to show through in a most frightening way.
Without any effort, earth's mightiest girl grabbed her unwilling playmate around the waist, turned her over upside down, and hugged her up tight. Up close and very personal. Drawing the seemingly weightless body in until Supergirl's mouth was nearly making contact with a pair of hairless pink pussy lips!
This was a humiliation Supergirl wasn't about to allow to happen to herself. Although she no longer held sway over her own actions, miraculously she was able to close her eyes. At least she was able to shut her off visually from the horror she knew was coming.
"Go ahead my dears. Open your mouths and take a little taste." Mad Hatter was clapping his hands together gleefully. "And once you do, you'll discover that you love the flavor. Better yet, you love each other more then anyone else you've ever known, and that the touch of your lover makes you want to cum!"
Afraid that she might start to wretch at any second, Supergirl felt her lips part. Ever so slowly her tongue stretched out until it found soft wetness. Discovering the most exquisite taste she had ever encountered!
A taste she couldn't get enough of. Quickly sending her tongue out for more. Opening her mouth wide so she could glue her lips over the pink folds bubbling up a well of sweet nectar.
At the same time she felt Batgirl reaching hands around her hips. Finding purchase there, she pulled Supergirl's thighs far enough apart so that a loving mouth could press in closer. With slender fingers holding open blonde pussy petals to make way for an exploring and inquisitive tongue.
"That's not fair Supergirl. Open you eyes! Take a good, long look at your fellow crime fighter. Isn't that the prettiest little pussy you've ever seen? Or tasted?" Hatter could feel the torrent of mortification flowing through the powerless heroine as she followed his command. This was more than worth all the planning and effort that had been required to bring his enemies to this point.
More than ever before, Supergirl hated the villain forcing her to defile herself in this manner. She was filled with revulsion as blue eyes cracked open, forced to stare at the flowing female sex before her. Then digging in all the more intently as the thrill of pleasing her lover overcame her.
Suddenly both women were moaning passionately into each other's love hole as they pleasured themselves. Wet slurping noises filled the room as they tried to suction each other dry. Flicking tongues driving clit nerves to the very brink.
Double - screaming - ORGASMS!
Followed shortly by another. and another. and another.
"Enough!" the purple clad villain demanded. "I can only stand to see so much of this! Put her down Supergirl. Gently, I don't think she has anywhere near your endurance."
Batgirl stood on trembling legs, her body still responding to the though tongue lashing she had experienced. Supergirl was somehow able to glance down, embarrassed and disgusted by the way her nipples were standing out so rock hard. Hating that they screamed out silently for even more attention. Knowing they needed to be held, squeezed and chewed!
Mad Hatter was still idly rubbing at his crotch. "Damn! That was the hottest show I've ever seen. I should have done this a long time ago. All this time I've concentrated on mental control, when there was ever so much more. Just think about all the fun we've missed out on."
Stepping behind the heroines, Hatter shivered with delight as he ran his hands up and down their smooth sides. Allowing himself the pleasure of letting his fingers wander over exquisitely smooth hips, beautifully curved asses and incredibly firm tit mounds. "Ah, but where to start?" He pondered this sweet dilemma for a few more moments as his fingers began poking at dripping wet snatches. Because of the earlier commands given the trapped women, both were soon giving in to the erotic stirrings being caused the man's touch.
The scoundrel shook his head sadly. "I'm just afraid that I don't trust you Supergirl. You seem capable of resisting me for short periods of time. I don't understand how you are able to do this, but I'm not about to take the chance of you taking advantage to hurt me during one brief flash of freedom. So I think I'll take my pleasure with the little bat. But I don't want you to feel left out Supergirl, so how about if friend Lantern keeps you amused?"
The Maid of Might couldn't believe her ears. Mad Hatter couldn't possibly be serious, could he? After all, the Emerald Knight would never think of. A thought forced from her mind as she saw a flash of green energy that caused a sudden opening in the front of Green Lantern's tights. An opening more than sufficient to let the hero's sizable cock leap free!
"First things first old boy," Mad Hatter said to his powerful puppet. "How about providing a little place of rest?" The ring on Green Lantern's finger glowed as an oversized bed formed. Hatter patted the plush mattress, testing it for comfort before jumping on. "Perfect! Now, why don't you see what you can do to make me even more comfortable Batgirl?"
The nimble nude quickly appeared at his side, her fingers going right for Mad Hatter's belt buckle and zipper. Not waiting to wrestle his pants off, Batgirl dipped her head down so she could lavish the waiting cock with soft kisses. Lips opening, she welcomed the purpled knob. At first her pink tongue slowly washed over the fleshy tip, working back and forth until Mad Hatter couldn't keep his hips still any longer. Uncontrollably he began thrusting his hips forward and back.
"I do believe I made the right choice," the villain announced, one hand reaching to grab at the back of the black cowl. Holding Batgirl steady as he began pushing his erection ever deeper into her seemingly willing mouth.
"What are waiting for, Lantern? Aren't you interested in sampling our little blonde heroine? Find a suitable position and have at her," the grinning criminal ordered. "And please keep in mind Supergirl, that Green Lantern is one of the good guys, so make sure you don't hurt him by losing control over that power pussy of yours. Wouldn't want to accidentally rip his dork off, eh?"
Supergirl silently cursed the man, wishing it were Mad Hatter trying to violate her. For if that were the case, all it would take is for her to regain some brief control of herself, even for one microsecond, to punish him. It certainly would be a joy to clamp down on his very mortal organ with her super powered pussy!
But she couldn't do that against the Justice Leaguer. Instead she would have to allow the hero to add to her degradation. Letting him take her body as Mad Hatter commanded.
With another glow from one of the most powerful weapons in the universe, a padded bench appeared before the stunned blonde. The green piece of furniture that was just the right height so the pad pressed up against her stomach as she was moved a step forward. Planting one hand between her shoulders, Green Lantern forced Supergirl to bend over at the waist. The action aiming her upturned ass right at his rigid cock. As he kicked at her ankles, spreading shapely legs to gain easier access, Supergirl could only hope that their mutual captor was forcing these actions from Green Lantern.
She really didn't want to think that he could ever want to have her like this!
Spread and vulnerable in such a way she had never experienced before, Supergirl could only wait. With her hyper attuned senses still working overtime, Supergirl felt the pressure wave caused by the approaching cock long before it made actual contact. Making the torment all the more intolerable, knowing what was about to happen without being able to prevent any of it. Her mind racing with lurid thoughts and prayers for escape right up to the very second that Green Lantern's manhood nudged against her wet slit.
"NO!" she wanted to scream. "Not like this! You don't have to do it Green Lantern!" But the words never formed. For the first time, despair crept into Supergirl's heart.
The hero standing behind her gradually increased pressure against her womanly opening, the first two inches of his hardened prick finally stretching her apart. Then just as suddenly, he stopped. Taking firm hold on tilted hips, Green Lantern shoved himself inside her with one shattering thrust. With her overly sensitive pussy unable to bare what was happening to her, Supergirl climaxed violently.
Repeatedly!
Mad Hatter leaned his head back so he could better watch his blonde prisoner, driving his rod down Batgirl's throat until her lips were lost, buried away in his pubic curls. "My. My. That seems like a rather good start. What else can you do with her?"
And Supergirl felt her heart turn to ice, knowing that the little man had witnessed the orgasms that had been forced from her unwilling body. She hated being unable to do anything but accept the fact that she was going to be used and degraded for no other reason than his manic pleasure.
"Mustn't let you have too much fun though." He buried himself into the opened oral tunnel to the hilt, holding Batgirl down until her face began turning colors from lack of breathing. "So why don't you do something to help amuse us, Supergirl? I'd love to see you grab hold of those super tits of yours. More to the point, squeeze them. Hard. And slap them too," he laughed. "I want to see you use those tits like punching bags. Maybe I can 't cause you any real pain, but you sure as hell can."
Responding instantly to his request, Supergirl began abusing herself. Alternating between yanking on tender nipples, as if to twisting them right off her perfect mounds, and racking her nails deeply across equally perfect skin. Hitting at herself with a strength she had rarely experienced from any fight she had ever had against a super powered foe. Torturing herself, and all of it made worse because of her heightened awareness. Every nerve in her tormented boobs screaming out with agony.
Even as those same nerves in her pussy flooded in pleasure as Green Lantern hammered his cock at her wetness. Her need for orgasmic release growing far greater than her awareness of unbearable pain could prevent.
"Enough play," Mad Hatter told Batgirl. "Get up on top of me, and fuck that cock like your life depends on it!"
With his restraining grasp removed from her head, the sexy nude crime fighter straddled his hips with a single, fluid movement. With her bald slit still wet from the earlier coupling, Batgirl had no problem slipping the waiting dong inside. Bring hands up to her breasts; offering them up to the man beneath her, Batgirl began moving her body. Using only the strength in her thighs, she slowly pumped up and down on Mad Hatter's shaft. Gradually gaining speed, the only direct contact between their bodies was along those few inches where they were joined.
In no time at all, the villain was grunting and groaning his pleasure. With Batgirl showing a talent for eroticism far beyond anything he could have dreamt possible, he knew he would not be able to last for long. Her nimble body honed to physical perfection, she seemed tireless as she humped him quickly towards heaven.
Reaching out for the offered nipples, he made a fresh order. "Excite yourself. You want to cum. Let me see you go crazy!"
Shifting slightly, aiming her hips at a new angle, Batgirl found a way to better press her clit against the shaft sliding in and out of her. The swollen nerve bundle was suddenly screaming for more attention. Craving it as the girl began twisting her hips in a corkscrew motion. Trapping the invading cock deep within her at the bottom of each stroke, before clamping down and rotating.
Eyes rolling back in their sockets, Batgirl slowed momentarily as a momentous orgasm rocked through her body. Held partially in place by the hands squeezing her tits until she could recover, her hips went back to work on the invading pole. Refusing to give up on her assigned task even as her sweet humping triggered a second equally powerful climax. She was on the verge of another when it was the man's turn.
"YES!!!" the strange little man yelled out. "Never been. fucked like that. ever before." he sputtered as his nut sack emptied out into the encompassing snatch.
And the instant she had archived her goal, Batgirl's body came to an abrupt halt, freezing in place as she straddled his crotch. Like a machine that had been turned off she awaited further orders.
Mad Hatter waited until his cock finished twitching inside it's new warm home. As he felt what was left of his erection melting away, he unceremoniously pushed Batgirl away from his body. Landing on her back, legs wantonly spread, she made no move at all to cover herself. Remaining absolutely motionless until.
"Touch yourself. Play with that pussy until you cum," her puppet master commanded. "And keep on playing with that pussy until I tell you to stop."
Watching as three fingers from one hand buried themselves away, pumping in and out of the pink slot at a furious rate, while using the other hand to strum away at her clit, Mad Hatter enjoyed the show for another couple of Batgirl's orgasms. Then his attention drifted over to the still thrashing couple behind him.
Still going at it with all the enthusiasm imagined possible from a Super Hero, Green Lantern humped away with a steady, pounding rhythm. Invulnerable as they are, Supergirl's ass still produced a loud slapping noise as the Emerald Knight drove his cock home with an ever-increasing speed.
Mad Hatter leaned closer, giving himself a better view of Supergirl's ravaged breasts. Her hands stayed where he put them as he moved her clawing, twisting fingers away so he could enjoy the damage he had caused. The once perfect mounds were now radiating a most painful red from the long and though self-abuse. Long claw marks zigzagged all over the once flawless mounds. What made the villain most proud though, were the streams of tears rolling down the heroine's face. He felt no shame at laughing out loud at her mortification, having no true idea about the true degree of agony the blonde had been forced to endure. Had he known the truth, Mad Hatter would have been amazed that her brain was still in any way intact.
An increase in grunting from behind his super powered prisoner diverted Mad Hatter's attention. Without doubt Green Lantern was about to finish. Giving the criminal another idea for further torment. "Don't cum inside her. When you're ready, move over here. Let her give you a nice friendly kiss."
Quickly moving out of the hero's way, Hatter took a handful of blonde hair, jerking Supergirl's head up. Holding it at a perfect, hip high position. "Open your mouth, my pretty." The villain's gleeful laughter filled the room as he patiently waited.
He didn't need to wait long.
Jerking free of her juicy hole, Green Lantern rushed around the padded bar, the first jet of his jizz shooting out to reach for the opened mouth a split second before he jammed the rest of his slime coated cock between waiting lips. Humping her face with the same hammering thrusts that had been abusing her ass cheeks only second earlier, the uniformed hero shot the rest of his spew.
"Take it all! Close your lips and suck every drop of that cum away," Hatter demanded.
Supergirl had hoped to just stay in place, leaving her mouth slightly open so that the offending salty cream would have an opportunity to ooze out. Wishing it would drain out of her mouth before she would have need to taste much of it. A hope quickly shattered with a few simple words uttered by a perverted man. Words, which now sealed both her lips and her fate, as Supergirl found herself swallowing down a heavy load of sex jelly.
Once his balls were empty, Green Lantern came to a complete halt, standing at attention before the helpless girl. His cock still lodged between her bruised lips.
"Make sure you've gulped down all he has," Hatter told his sex play toy. "And when you're done, lick his cock clean. Just like the good little super slut you are."
For as much what she hated doing as instructed, she hated what she saw even more once Green Lantern stepped away from her face. Poor Batgirl was still lying on the floor, her fingers continuously plunging in and out of her angry red pussy lips. Red hair flew furiously as her head thrashed from side to side as each new orgasm ripped through her body.
Anger flowed through Supergirl, building inside like lava gaining heat and swelling just before a volcanic eruption. She almost heard the sound first. Then she noticed that there was a small smoldering spot appearing on the floor before her. A small plume of smoke rose from where her heat vision had been unleashed for the briefest of moments. "Great!" she sadly thought. "All these powers, this boundless strength I possess, and the best I can do is act like a worn out wood burning tool."
"Was that good? Did you enjoy your meal? I'm sure that Green Lantern enjoyed giving it to you," the demented villain gloated.
Through clenched teeth, Supergirl sputtered out, "I'll. make. you. pay. !"
Face burning with anger, Mad Hatter stamped his foot. "I can't believe you! You shouldn't be able to blink by yourself, let alone threaten me. This is most disconcerting. How can I trust you?"
Rooting around through a pile of boxes stacked in one corner of the room, Hatter pulled out a glossy magazine. Flipping quickly past pages, he found one he liked, holding it before the Emerald Warrior. "I find it surprising how little imagination my new best friend seems to have about these things. But once I show him something he can copy it perfectly. Take this pose from a most raunchy bondage magazine as an example. Here, do this to Supergirl."
Green energy charged the room. Unable to do as much as turn her head to see, The Girl of Steel could only guess at what might happen to her. She didn't have long to worry. Jade colored straps formed around her, drawing her elbows backwards, pulling ever tighter until the joints came painfully together. The same thing was happening at both wrists and ankles. Still bend over the padded bar, Supergirl felt as Mad Hatter's hands pulled her feet from the floor.
"No, cross her ankles first," he ordered. The band holding her booted feet together evaporated. Even as she felt the villain moving her into the desired position, a new band made itself known. "Now connect the ankle and elbow straps, just like in the photo I showed you." Supergirl was unable to stop her body from being pulled into a tight back arch. With sickening slowness the newest strap continued to shrink. Before Mad Hatter stopped the ring slinger, Supergirl felt as the heels of her boots came up to touch just below her bound elbows.
"Up in the air with her!" Clapping like a spiteful child, Mad Hatter watched as a heavy chain appeared, joining in with the rest of the green glowing bondage to wench Supergirl up to dangle helplessly in the middle of the room.
The strict restraint thrust Supergirl's magnificent breasts away from her body. Still discolored from her self-abuse, the lovely mounds were more than what Mad Hatter could ignore. Palming one in each hand, he took turns between caressing and slapping them. And to ward off boredom, at times he would rudely tweak an erect nipple.
"I think I'll be safer if I give you something else to think about. Revenge is a bad thing. At least when it's being aimed in my direction. I'm also doing this because you're pissing me off by continuing to rebel against me." That said he pulled out a new magazine. Supergirl didn't like the evil laugh that came from the criminal as he shared the picture with Green Lantern.
Stepping in front of the suspended blonde, he showed Supergirl the photo. "I don't suppose you've ever heard of a fucking machine? No, I don't think you goody-goody types would. All you spandex kids would be too high and mighty to look around at this kind of smut. So allow me to introduce you to a new toy."
Supergirl wished she could make her eyes close. She didn't want to look at the foul photo being held inches in front of her face. And she certainly didn't want to think about what was going to happen to her if Lantern was about to duplicate it. The photo showed a nude woman strapped face down on a table, her legs opened wide, large dildos filling both offered openings. Most frightening was that both dildos were attached to a motorized device of some kind. As she was forced to look at the lewd snapshot, Supergirl felt the first invader nudging at pussy. Juicy after her wild coupling with Green Lantern the first green dong easily penetrated her hungry opening. The second, just as large as the flesh and blood cock sported by the Emerald Gladiator, had a tougher time. Beads of sweat formed on Green Lantern's forehead as he concentrated harder and harder, pouring more power from his wondrous ring. Slowly stuffing inch after painful inch of green glowing cock up Supergirl's unlubricated ass!
With her mind still in its hypersensitive state, the double invasion was as excruciating as it was thrilling. She wanted to scream out her anguish. At least that small action could have given her some form of release. But all she could do is hang there and accept the new torture. Just as Supergirl began to grow accustomed to this outrageous stuffing, the filling dildos moved. Her mind snapped back to the photo, to the sex machine, and what this meant to her. The ass-stuffer was first, slowly withdrawing, retreating almost to the point where her sphincter could snap shut. Then it reversed direction. Drilling back into what had only moments ago been virgin territory. And as her tightest channel was being tested, the cock in her pussy pulled back, leaving the Girl of Steel with a strange empty sensation.
A feeling she did not have long to wonder about. In and out, alternating in their action, the twin cocks did their work. Continuously. Tirelessly. Thrusting. ramming their way in and through the helpless Supergirl. Pounding away brutally at her ass pucker and sore pussy.
Mad Hatter wasn't finished with the Princess of Power yet. He had already dug out new things to torment the heroine with. "Having fun yet? Maybe some different toys will help." He held out another dildo for his captive to see. It was a horrible looking thing. The entire length was covered with rough knobs and sharp ribs. This wasn't a pleasure tool, it was a device designed to hurt a woman in the worst of ways. Something meant for shredding the insides of a female!
"Why don't you make the cocks inside her look like these?" Supergirl instantly felt the change in texture. The cruel rasping of her tender inner channels becoming more than what she could bare. New worlds of suffering and pain exploded within her mind. Supergirl honestly did not know how much more of this cruelty she could take. With her mind forced to magnify every sensation being fed to her, she knew there had to be a limit to what even she could endure. A point where her brain could accept no more. Insanity drawing ever closer with every penetrating cock thrust.
"And let's add some of these," Mad Hatter offered, looking the prisoner over as an artist considering whether to add a splash of color to a canvas. Green Lantern looked at the photo, using his power ring to form nasty, biting nipple clamps, attaching them to vulnerable hanging breasts. Unbreakable green rope anchored the vicious clamps to the floor. The slight sway of Supergirl's body caused by the continuous pummeling from the motorized dildos would be jerked to a sudden stop as the ropes came up short. Each new fuck cycle driving fresh momentum into her suspended body, movement which could only be stopped by the yanking attachment of the nipple presses.
"I feel better now, knowing that your mind is otherwise occupied," Mad Hatter said, running fingers through long blonde hair. "At least I don't think you're busy planning some escape attempt. Don't worry; your suffering won't go on for too much longer. Just long enough for me to make some other arrangements for you.
"The difference between you and these others is that my control over them is complete. If Batgirl and Green Lantern are aware of anything, they might think they are asleep and dreaming. Their mental capacity, and personality are totally hidden away, making them completely open to me. Such, unfortunately, is not true for you. With your great power, this is a chance I cannot afford to take. So maybe I'll auction you off." If Supergirl had been able, she would have gasped out loud. "I'm sure that Lex Luther would love to get his hands on you. And I believe he has a personal stash of Kryptonite that will be perfectly suited to help control you."
For the first time, icy cold fear closed over Supergirl's heart. There were few thoughts more horrible that could cross her mind than that of finding herself in the clutches of that bald madman. Without doubt, he would torture and kill her just for the amusement value. Purposely doing it in such away to also torture and hurt her cousin, Superman. Engineering her death in such a way that it could never be legally connected back to him, but knowing that Superman would always suspect the truth.
"Lantern, string this one up." Barely a second later shimmering green straps attached themselves to Batgirl's wrists and ankles. Yanking the beautiful daredevil off the ground, Batgirl was suspended and spread out embarrassedly wide. Completely vulnerable to any attack.
"This should more than make up for any money I may have lost out on, thanks to you two." Hatter caused the Emerald Crusader to move Batgirl's bondage until she floats, her smooth pussy almost pressed into Supergirl's face. "First will be the reward I'm sure Luther will offer for turning you over to him Supergirl. Then there will be my next crime spree. One, which will be perfectly executed with the help of my new associate, Green Lantern. Why don't you make your friend feel good? I know how much you love the taste of her sweet little snatch. Oh, and there's the extra added flavor of my cum mixed in there too. I'm sure you'll like that."
From the instant she saw the puffy red lips of Batgirl's sex, all Supergirl had wanted was to lick and kiss. Wanting just to savor the liquid sweetness she knew she would find there. The desire to lavish that pearl like clit with a flicking tongue was overpowering. Almost enough to make her forget about wanting to gag at the first taste of Mad Hatter's spunk. The gooey white spew had been smeared all over Batgirl's crotch when she had been busy finger fucking herself for the pleasure of the villain.
But the only way she had to bring bliss to her costumed lover also meant slurping up mouthfuls of Mad Hatter's sick seed. Drinking deep his spent cum.
The sight of the two sexy women thrashing about in their bondage was having a profound effect on the villain. Soon his manhood was once again throbbing, demanding attention for itself. Luckily he had a most willing companion close at hand. Unzipping and pulling his erect cock free, Mad Hatter took hold on a cowled head. Tilting Batgirl's head back to the perfect angle, he wrenched her mouth open, helping himself to the back of her wet throat.
"That's right. Suck that cock. Because if you don't do a good job sucking on my crank, I'll take Supergirl away from you. You don't want to lose touch with the love of your life, do you?"
Magic words spurred the lovely crime fighter to make a quick meal of thick meat prying her jaws apart. Twitching her hips as Supergirl's twirling tongue coaxed another orgasm out from her clit, Batgirl sucked hard and long, the man's full balls bouncing off her forehead each time he shoved himself at her.
"This is too good not to share," Hatter grunted as he screwed the heroine's face. "Lantern, take the place of the cock filling Supergirl's ass. Give her a nice hard goodbye fuck."
It required making a change in Supergirl's bondage to make her accessible to his rigid shaft, but even the new position did not make things easier for the suffering blonde. She was still tightly bowed in an awkward angle, the only difference was that her ankles were no longer crossed. Stretched wide, her already opened asshole lay exposed to his advance.
Thrusting faster and more furiously than the motorized dongs ever had, the hero fucked Supergirl's pliant ass.
Mad Hatter was first to give in. Being the recipient of a fantastic blowjob, he felt the tightening in his balls, a sure sign of the explosion soon to come. Yanking himself free, he shoved Batgirl out of the way, grabbing a handful of blonde hair.
"Don't you dare think of trying anything stupid," he warned the defeated heroine. "Just take your meal like a good girl. Because I'm not sure what might happen if you were to do something to injure me while I have your friends under my control. It might permanently fry their minds, and you wouldn't want that on your conscious, would you?"
Then he shoved his cock in her mouth. Still wet from being in Batgirl's throat, the rod plunged deeply, humping every inch of its length into her oral cavity. Hips jerking rapidly, he shot a gooey wad between her lips. C arefully timing the face fuck so that he could pull out at just the right moment, spattering the last jet of his sticky jizz on Supergirl's forehead. Holding her up by a handful of hair as the milky cream oozed down to cover her nose, before slowly dripping down from off her chin.
"This is the way I'll always remember you, Supergirl. Defeated by the genius of the Mad Hatter. Brought to your knees, humbled, and best of all, well fucked - by me! But not quite like how Luther is going to fuck you. Only I think he is going to fuck you over in ways I can only imagine."
Standing in place, Hatter enjoyed the sensation of having the world's most powerful girl draining the last few drops of semen from his balls. His ego swelling even faster than what his cock was wilting away. A flashing pink tongue swirling around the limp meat as Supergirl cleaned him of any trace of their oral coupling.
Pulling away, Mad Hatter turned his attention to the hanging body of Batgirl. Leaving Supergirl to be ass fucked by the viral hero. "This is where my real fun will be. Yes the physical control adds a new dimension for me, but it has always been the mental aspect of complete control that fascinates."
Batgirl didn't give as much as a twitch as Mad Hatter ran his hands over her bound figure. Fingers probed at her wet slit and ass pucker, all without any negative response. There wasn't as much as a flicker of an eyelid when he cruelly began slapping at her tits, vindictively pinching her nipples.
"Right now Batgirl and Green Lantern are in a dream-like state mentally. But what happens when I adjust their control bands so that they begin to wake up? What happens when they become more like how you are now, Supergirl? Aware of their surroundings, but unable to take any independent action? That will be the true torture for Batgirl, when she discovers what the rest of her life will be like. Waking up to the realization that from now on she will be serving as my sex toy. I'm sure that she will struggle at first, wanting to rebel, but unlike you Supergirl, she has no super powers that might allow her an avenue for escape. All she will be able to is obey my every command, being utterly aware of her powerless position. Trust me, this type of mental torture has broken far stronger people. At some point her mind will be unwilling to continue accepting her fate, and it will simply turn off. That's when I really win!"
Supergirl tried once more, for about the millionth time to move. More than anything she wanted to get at this man. To shake him, to protect her friends. well, to do anything to end this madness.
"And with my new private army, the unstoppable power of Green Lantern, think of what else I could do. Money, art, jewels all of these he can bring to me. Using his power ring I'll be able to plant my mind control devices on anyone. So when Batgirl's brain turns to mush, maybe I'll replace her with another of your costumed girlfriends. That Black Canary certainly is cute. Or maybe Catwoman."
There was a change in Green Lantern's body rhythm. He was ramming her ass faster now, her tension-taut rump making slapping noises each time he bounced off of her. She was sure that the increased speed signaled that he was quickly approaching his own climax. Was it just her imagination, or did she actually feel his cock swelling even larger within her?
The time was near. She knew from the last time Green Lantern had fucked her, he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. Just as she was sure her bowels would be flooded with his cum, Hatter yanked on the hero's arm.
"NO! In her mouth. Make her take it like a slut!"
As directed, Green Lantern ripped his cock free, hurrying over to stab it in between defenseless lips. Mad Hatter held Supergirl's head up, helping to make it an easy target for the hero's assault.
"How's that taste? Still got plenty of your yummy butt cheese smeared all over that cock?" The villain couldn't stop laughing as he taunted the helpless Girl of Steel. "Go ahead, look at him. See the great super hero coming to your rescue. Or is it that he's just cumming?"
Thick, white cream filled her mouth, ballooning Supergirl's cheeks out from the volume of spunk. At least the salty taste was enough to replace the foul flavor she had endured seconds ago.
Tears rolling down both cheeks, Supergirl looked up at Green Lantern's face, hopefully searching for some sign of recognition. Something that might give her a feeling of hope. Wishing that.
"Enjoy it while you can Supergirl. This might be the last bit of pleasure you ever experience. I can just see Lex using some of that Kryptonite to make a dildo. Think of it, being literally fucked to death!" Mad Hatter's insane cackling echoed through the room.
Fresh anger flared inside her. Looking up at Green Lantern face only saw a glassy stare from his eyes. If only that sweat band. Oh My GOD! She thought!
Using the fury within, Supergirl focused her heat vision, its momentary burst was just enough to burn a line down across the black band. The mind-controlling device fell to the floor.
Shaking his head, the Emerald Crusader quickly took in what was going on around him. Startled from his deep sleep, he concentrated on his power ring. Three hands sped out. Two snagged hold of the thin black collars circling each woman's slender throat, yanking them away before crushing them into dust. The third hand increased in size until it closed over the villain, literally gripping hold of Mad Hatter's whole body.
"NOOOO!!! It was a perfect plan!" Hatter wailed.
Quickly regaining her senses, Batgirl stormed across to the trapped man. "You bastard!" The sound of her hand slapping his face filled the room.
Thankful that she could return her senses to a normal state, much of the pain in Supergirl's body subsided. All of it except for the damage she had done her own chest.
A sheepish look came over Green Lantern's face. Realization of what he had been part of hit him fully. Leaving him too embarrassed to make any mention. "How about if I find a prison cell for Mad Hatter?"
The naked heroines began pulling on their costumes as the two men disappeared through an opening created in the ceiling by Green Lantern's power ring.
"How about you?" Supergirl asked as Batgirl pulled on her boots.
"I'm pretty damn sore and tired. Nothing a few days in a hot tub couldn't fix. What about you?"
"There's a nice tropical island I know. Comes complete with natural hot springs. Interested?"
The smile was all the more answer needed. Sweeping Batgirl up in her arms, the Girl of Steel flew them out of the building, heading west. It wasn't long before she noticed how her one hand was molding itself around Batgirl's tight ass. It was also very nice, the way that Batgirl was cradled against her chest. One hand and her mouth working on one full mound under her blue tunic.
Eyes locked for a moment before their mouths came together.
They made one hell of a fine duo. The world's finest.