Introduction:
Have you ever read a story that you enjoyed but tickled your imagination to take it or parts of it in different directions? My thanks to Mr. X, the original author and please note that I have attempted to keep as much of the original story and the story line is intact as possible. I just enhanced it a bit here and there, removed some of the gratuitous violence and came up with an alternate ending. Thanks and enjoy.
Part 1
Barbara Gordon just finished a heavy session of aerobics and collapsed in a pile of sweat and exhaustion on her sofa. "Damn that Denise Austin! That girl's got more energy than a one-legged man at a butt kicking contest," she mumbled as she sat back and watched the attractive girl bounce about.
"I wouldn't mind tying that bundle of energy down." Barbara thought to herself as she watched Denise bounce up and down, coaxing her camera audience on with her sickly sweat "C'mon, you can do it" voice.
"Now to the left... Now to the right... That's it.. you can do it..." Debbie would repeat again and again with an incredibly cheesy smile and patronizing voice that really said "You're a fat loser... I'm better than you.. I am a goddess."
"It's almost like watching a big Barbie doll. I bet a good sized vibrator could bang the spunk out of her. " Barbara said eyeing the woman's firm rear and bouncing chest. Suddenly, Babs stopped and stared down between her legs, noticing that she was rubbing herself with her
fingers and enjoying it.
"God I miss Selena!" she said rolling onto her side and rubbing a little harder. She then sat up with a gleam in her eye and made her way toward a secret storeroom she used to hide most of her crime fighting gear. There, she grabbed a video tape cartridge from a box stored at the back of the room and put it into the machine. She then stripped out of her leotard and sat naked on her white sofa. With a click, she started the mysterious tape.
The images of her and Selena's bound and gagged bodies came intensely to life as the tape started. Apparently, the three stooges of crime, the Joker, the Riddler and the Penguin, had taped her and Catwoman's near demise, probably for their own sick enjoyment. It was lucky for
Barbara that she was able to snatch the tapes from the city evidence vault before they were made public.
"Boy daddy would go NUTS if he saw what really happened. He always thinks of me as his little girl." Babs thought as she rubbed herself slowly and watched as she was forcefully gang-banged into submission by the Joker's android henchmen. The scene then switched to the struggling Catwoman as some hideously disgusting plant penetrated her bound and helpless body. The screams and moans of desperation from both her and Selena made her wet with desire and excitement. Being so close to defeat, risking total submission was too exhilarating.
Babs stood up and ran to her bedroom, ejecting the tape and nearly pulling the VCR along with her as she grabbed the cartridge. Flinging the tape into her bedroom machine and turning it on, she quickly opened her dresser drawer and pulled out several special handcuffs, a cloth gag ,a large, black vibrator, a silk, black bikini and several other items. She slide the silk G-string up her firm thighs and let it sit low and wide around her legs as she tied the bikini bra into place.
There was something about being in a costume, even a costume as skimpy as a bikini, that drove Babs wild with excitement. Being naked was boring. Being nearly naked was everything. The final touch was a pair of shiny, black 6 inch stiletto heels which she slipped on. Standing in
the mirror, she gazed at her muscle tone, curvaceous body and ran her hands slowly over her breasts and rear.
"God! What a BOD!" she hissed slapping her ass and talking as though she were someone else, someone who was in control, someone who was crude, primal and dangerous. "You need a good FUCK!" she continued groping her breasts.
Jumping on the bed she quickly cuffed her feet. She then inserted the large plaything, which took a few erotically, agonizing minutes. She the pulled her G- String up and into place, covering the toy, preventing it from escaping. Using another set of special cuffs, she clamped each manacle around her thighs just above her knees and then clamped the manacles to each other, forcing her curvaceous legs tight together. She then picked up a leather, bondage sock and pulled it over her legs like a sleeping bag. From the back she zipped the sock up, squeezing her legs tightly together and forming them into one shapely mass. The top of the sock ended at just below her crotch and her full, white thighs and buttocks slightly bulged out of the bondage accessory.
She then picked up a leather belt with several rings orbiting the outside and affixed it around her waist. Picking up the gag, she placed it over her mouth and tightened it around her head with more straps. The gag was a specialty item that was made from a soft cloth pad attached to a firm, leather backing and held in place by straps. The pad snugly covered her mouth and muffled even the loudest screams. She seemed to like this kind of gagging over a ball gag, which made her
drool and made her jaw tired. She also felt it was a lot more sexually attractive.
After gagging herself, she cuffed her hands behind her back and to the ring on the back of her belt. She was now completely restrained and felt absolutely wonderful. With a dexterous click, she pressed the play button and lay back as the tape started and the low hum of the vibrator
began to build.
The images continued to bombard her as she remembered the experience. Her naked, bound body surged and rolled about slowly as the sounds and screams of her and Catwoman sent waves of erotic stimulation through her. The vibrator also added to the tension, slowly building its
vibrations like it was designed to. Each scene was shocking and exhilarating. Selena moaning, Barbara screaming, both women being taken by the criminals that had captured them. Both women being pulled down deeper into helpless submission. Barbara rolled about moaning and
surging as her climax grew closer and closer...
BAM!
"Barbara honey, its daddy." called out Commissioner Gordon in a patronizing, voice like and adult calling a little girl. Barbara froze stiff in fright, almost crushing the vibrator inside her as she heard him come in.
"Dear GOD!" she screamed under her gag as she flopped about on the bed trying to get untangled from the bedding. Frantically she grabbed the remote and, after pressing the forward and reverse a few times, managed to stop the tape and turn of the TV.
"Barbara, I came to see if my favorite little girl wants to go to dinner." called out the old man as his voice neared the bedroom. Barbara sat up in sheer terror as the foot steps grew closer. "If only daddy could see his little girl now!" Babs thought as she stared about frantically for escape.
The door slowly opened. "Barbara, are you in..."
BRINNNG.
"Oh thank God whomever you are." Babs slunk back as her father turned to answer the living room phone. As the old man talked, Babs popped to her feet and made her way, like a female pogo stick, to the dresser. Her large breasts bounced up and down causing her to lose balance and plow into the cabinet. The keys she so desperately needed went flinging back behind the dresser and out of reach.
"HHHMMMMMM!" Babs screamed in shock as she twisted around for some other means of escape. "Lock pick's in my Batgirl utility belt in the secret room. I can't get to it!" Then with a bouncing furry she jumped across to her closet. Turning her back to the door she tried to grab
the knob but the mountains of coat hangers and clothes hanging on the knob prevented her from getting a grip. Then her eyes bulged in shear terror as she heard the phone hang up. In one last, final act of desperation, she dove toward the floor and slid her bound and gagged body under her bed. Her feet disappeared just as the door opened and Commissioner Gordon timidly stepped in.
"Barbara. Are you in here?" he asked making sure he didn't walk in on a half naked daughter. He was an extremely decent man and was embarrassed at even the slightest amount of nudity.
"NO!" Barbara gasped as she suddenly realized the cord from the vibrator ran out from between her legs, across the floor, and up the side of the bed to the dresser where the dial control sat patiently glowing. Groping desperately, she fished the cord off the floor with her cuffed hands and started pulling the cord so she could pull the remote off the dresser and down under the bed
"Got to... turn it off..." she winced as the low vibration made her sweat with building sensation.
CATHUNK!
The hard plastic case of the remote hit the side of the dresser and then the floor as it fell. Babs froze again but sighed in relief. Commissioner Gordon was moving a chair at the same time the remote fell and the noise was perfectly masked. Looking to her right, she watched the small white box as she slowly drew it toward her. Then her eyes bulged in shock as she watched the box jam itself between the dresser leg and the bed leg.
"DAMN IT!" she huffed as she pulled harder and harder. The, with one frantic yank, she twisted her body and pulled the cord as hard as she could. Suddenly, a never before felt sensation of intense vibration shot through her pelvis, sending Barbara bucking about in panic. Looking across she could see the dial was broken and pegged past the 10 mark. She normally enjoyed a heavy workout of 4. The remote was broken and the vibrator was now going hog wild with the full 120 volt setting.
Bab's hips rolled slowly and erotically as the toy drove her closer toward an unwanted and uncontrollable climax. "Gett... ouutttt ddddaaadddy." she thought trying to hold back the flood.
"Hmm... I guess she's gone to the library. What a dedicated girl but I wish she wasn't such a pig." he said picking up a pair of frilly, black panties and placing them on the bed. "I'll just leave a note." he added, sitting down at her vanity mirror and taking out some paper. Like the methodical man he was, he slowly and meticulously wrote out a note. Then, as he finished the note, the timer on the VCR expired and the tape stopped. Apparently Barbara had only hit the pause earlier and now the mechanism decided to stop the tape.
"What's this!" Commissioner Gordon asked as he turned on the TV and picked up the remote. Under the bed, Barbara was now frantically twisting about, struggling to keep quite as the sensation from the vibrator and the act of being caught overwhelmed her.
Beep-beep-beep...
"Damn pager!" Gordon cursed as he got up. Reading the display he headed straight for the door. "Its the office! I've got to get back." he barked as he shot out of the apartment and slammed the door. At that same moment, Barbara screamed uncontrollably as her climax tore her
nearly apart. Her hips shot upward, pushing her mattress and box spring off their frame and to the floor. The heavy, king sized bed collapsed into a pile of mattresses, pillows and stuffed toys, entombing the helpless heroine and pinning her. Babs continued to violently pound her hips about as wave after wave forced her down again and again and panic filled her desperate mind as she knew too many climaxes like this would certainly dominate her.
The dazed heroine staggered from the bedroom, clutching her pelvis just below her stomach and holding her head. It had been nearly two agonizing hours since her father had left and she had spent the time trapped under the collapsed bed, pinned and helpless as the vibrator
continued its relentless work. Her only saving grace was the fact the toy was not designed to run at such a voltage and its poor internal workings had finally seized.
Barbara was also "damaged" by the experience. The toy and the bondage were too much for her and the unlucky heroine had succumb to its effects. The constant climaxes had pushed her over the edge, beyond her ability to cope or resist, and now she was dominated. She staggered
about, her mouth hanging open and her eyes glazed over with a veil of haziness as she sauntered slowly into the living room. She dropped to her knees, unable to comprehend or care about anything. At this point she would have obeyed anyone without question, performed any act,
allowed anything to happen to her. She collapsed utterly defeated.
After an hour of sleep, the oppressive sensation lifted and Barbara slowly got to her feet. She shook her head to clear it and walked back into the bedroom, plopping down in the chair that sat in front of her vanity mirror.
"Can't ever let that happen again." she mumbled as she clutched her head. "I can't believe I lost to a vibrator." she winced as she picked up the melted plastic toy. Dropping it on the table, she looked down and noticed the note from her father.
Barbara,
I stopped by but you weren't home. You got a call from some company called Frederick's. They said your "special" won't be done for another week. I hope you understand this cause I don't. I'll be at the office.
Love and kisses
Daddy.
"Damn, my new leather outfit's going to be late." she grunted picking up a stuffed, pink bear and hurling it across the room and hitting Charlie's bird cage. The bird squeaked noisily as the cage rolled about.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Babs said affectionately as she quieted the bird. "You know how mommy gets when she doesn't get her TOYS!" she hissed. "Anyway, daddy had to rush off to work and at this time of night it could only mean its big trouble." Barbara said putting her hand to her chin and staring intensely off into space.
"I think its time Batgirl got involved, don't you?" Babs said to the bird, blowing it a taunting kiss as she strolled off toward the vanity. Pushing a button she activated the secret room and popped inside. A few moments later, the Batgirl cycle came screaming out of Barbara Gordon's
back alley.
"Batgirl! Saints alive! Are we glad to be seeing you." said chief O'Hara as she walked up to the young heroine and stood in front of her with a desperate look on his face. Commissioner Gordon got up from behind his desk and his gloomy expression turned to sheer delight as he escorted Batgirl into the room.
"Yes, chief O'Hara's sentiments reflect all of our feelings at seeing you." said Commissioner Gordon.
"Why, what's wrong? Where's Batman and Robin?" asked Batgirl as she sat on the corner of Commissioner Gordon's desk and crossed her legs. She was wearing yet another new costume. This one was a two-piece arrangement. The bottom was a pair of purple, spandex shorts that sat
low and wide across her shapely hips, just below her belly button and riding along the curvature of her thighs where her thighs met her hips. It was more like a swimsuit bottom than shorts and was absolutely skin tight, hugging ever curve. The material was so shear and tight that even the indentation made by her vagina would peek through now and again as she crossed her legs. Her standard Batgirl utility belt sat across her hips.
Her bottom was complimented by an equally tight and shear purple halter top. The top covered her upper chest and neck, forming a nice, skin tight turtle neck that stopped just below her chin. Her arms and shoulders were bare and the only thing keep it up was a small, zipper on the neck portion that zipped up behind her head. The top stretched out tight over her large breasts and stopped just below her tits, wrapping itself snugly around her rib cage. A small strap portion
continued around back and was again held together with a small zipper. This arrangement left her back completely bare except for the neck and lower strap.
Her legs were completely bare except for a pair of 6 inch, purple, glossy calf boots that zipped up the sides. Her arms with the same way, bare except for a pair of satin, purple gloves that stopped just before her elbows.
She was wearing her regular, purple cowl with a free flowing, red hared wig underneath. The wig was much more real and soft looking than her older one making her look more like a red headed Cathy Ireland than a stiff hared Mary Tyler Moore. To top the whole outfit off, she wore her usual purple and yellow Batgirl cape.
"Saint's preserve us Batgirl, we just don't know." Chief O'Hara stuttered in a panic as she waved his arms frantically.
"Its as though the Earth itself has swallowed them up completely." added Commissioner Gordon ominously as both he and Chief O'Hara stared in dread at the silent Bat phone. "We haven't been able to get a hold of them at all."
"Oh brother..." thought Barbara as she rolled her eyes in disgust. "What a couple of little boys. Well, I think a woman can handle things just fine." she thought as she popped off the desk and arrogantly strutted to the center of the room.
"What did you need them for?" she asked striking her usual Batgirl stance.
"I'm afraid that Lord Easystreet has decided to make all of our lives a lot more tense with his newest, wild party." Commissioner Gordon said waving his hands in the air.
"You mean that billionaire is throwing ANOTHER wild party?" asked Batgirl.
"Sadly yes Batgirl. Even after last years fiasco with the heard of rampaging elephants down main street, he still insists on throwing a wild party every year." Gordon said
"Saints alive, a let me tell you clean up after a plethora of pacaderms is no picnic Batgirl." added the chief.
"What's his theme this year?" asked Batgirl.
"A diamond hunt." replied chief O'Hara. "Of all the infernal things to have."
"Yes Batgirl, that scavenger hunt is going to attract every criminal to Gotham city like flies to honey, seeing how the diamond is worth nearly 2 million dollars." Gordon continued.
"Two million! But even the hope diamond isn't worth THAT much!" Batgirl exclaimed.
"Yes, but this diamond is special. It supposedly is 99.9% pure crystal and developed synthetically. The military and medical applications for it in laser technology could be limitless." explained Gordon.
"Sure en be Batgirl and all year the crazy coot has been holding a lottery to pick a bunch of winners to go out to his island estate and play the game. The funny thing is, he only is allowin' women to join, and beautiful women at that." added O'Hara.
"I see." said Batgirl stroking her chin. "Commissioner, is there anyway you can get a ticket to this party?"
"Why yes, I had two but I have one left. Why do you ask?" asked Gordon.
"Well, I was thinking if we asked your daughter Barbara to go there, undercover that is, and had her keep an eye on the guests, she could warn me if anything bad was happening using this Batgirl transmitter." said Batgirl as she pulled a small device from her belt and handed it
to Commissioner Gordon.
"I don't know... " hesitated Commissioner Gordon. "Can't we use an undercover police woman?"
"All the master criminals in Gotham city probably know your undercover agents. Besides, its a harmless assignment. There are dozens of guests and probably nothing is going to happen." said Batgirl.
"You're right Batgirl." said Gordon. "I know she'll be safe with you."
"Good, I'll contact her tonight and I'll arrange everything and have her keep you posted." said Batgirl as she took the transmitter and walked briskly out of the office. As she opened the door, she turned back to the two men. "By the way, what ever happened to the other ticket?"
"Good thing you asked." said Gordon as he walked to his desk and looked at a folder. "Apparently the IADC also wants to have an agent on hand to make sure the diamond doesn't fall into some foreign power's hands. I believe their agent's name is Ms. Prince."
"Good, I... I mean I'll have Barbara keep an eye out for her." Batgirl said as she walked out.
As Batgirl left, Commissioner Gordon turned to Chief O'Hara. "Ah, its so nice to know my daughter is in such capable hands."
"Aye, but don't you think she'd catch a cold in that outfit?" asked chief O'Hara. Both men looked at each other and Commissioner Gordon raised an eyebrow.
Part 2
The sun was high in the mid day sky as the small skid plane touched down on the lake and pulled slowly into the dock. Lord Easystreet's estate was on a large island several miles out and south of Gotham city harbor. It wasn't exactly an island but a land mass that was sparsely
connected to the mainland by a series of bogs and swamps. It took 4 hours by boat and about an hour and a half by small plane to reach it, making the island fortress very secluded. The island actually used to house a small community back in the 50s and 60s. One half of the island was devoted to a small lumber mill that was now completely defunct seeing how you can cut only so many trees from an island before you're out of wood. The lumber company kept up the maintenance of the roads until it went belly up. Lord Easystreet had decided to cut the road off
all together, limiting access to the area to planes and boats only. Even by boat the trip was hazardous since the water route entailed traveling out to sea and along the island's steep cliffs and crashing shores. The only safe route was to land a plane on the island's land locked lake.
The center of the island had a sizable fresh water lake that was used by the lumber company for log transport. This connected to the island's only notable land mark, and a well visited landmark until Lord Easystreet bought the island; Glouster falls. These falls stretched nearly a hundred feet up a ridge of cliffs and came crashing down to a grotto that wound its way out to sea. The company had created the falls to send the logs over the cliffs to the grotto so they could be loaded on ships for transport. The only things remaining of this less than profitable enterprise were several abandoned building, rusted steel hulks of equipment and the aqueducts that were used to keep the lake from completely flowing into the sea. The estate had to open and close them at times to regulate the water flow so these were the only pieces of equipment kept in good repair.
Barbara Gordon was escorted out of the plane by a rather handsome butler. He picked up her bag and walked her down the dock toward an awaiting gas jeep. "Has there been many guests yet?" ask Barbara with a smile.
"Not many madam. Maybe about a half dozen." the butler said without smiling or turning to look at the young girl. The day was a typical, blazing hot, summer day and Barbara was wearing a flowery summer dress that hugged her body and made her look like a sweat country school
girl. She decided to play up this approach, dealing with any of the Lord's estate personnel with a "Who.. little o'le me?" attitude of innocence. "The more they think I'm harmless, the better I can do my job." she thought.
The estate was the most out of place building she had ever seen. It was as though some God like force had picked up an old, Victorian mansion and plopped it down on this tiny piece of land. It sat looming over the island at its highest point, overlooking acres and acres of rolling,
green grass hills, pastures and stables. The estate was actually a series of large buildings. The main building seemed to be the oldest and largest with five floor containing banks and banks of large, Victorian windows, balconies and spiraling towers. It looked like it contained at least 40 rooms with large areas for dance halls, studies and gardens.
The other two buildings were much smaller and more modern with an adequate attempt at maintaining the look and feel of the older house but using modern construction. The first was a rec building containing and Olympic sized pool, indoors and out, horse riding tracks and
facilities, weight rooms and various miscellaneous places for self indulgence.
The second building appeared to be living quarters like the main building and seemed to be where the butler was taking Barbara. The jeep pulled past the huge mansion and around to the smaller house. The jeep pulled up at the front and Barbara was greeted by a very attract blonde
woman wearing a white business suit and a very sexy Asian girl dressed in a rather provocative French maids outfit.
"How do you do Ms. Gordon. My name is Tarra Rogers. I'm Lord Easystreet's attorney and liaison for the party." she said shaking Barbara's hand with a soft grasp.
"Pleased to meet you Ms. Rogers. This place is amazing and so huge. Any chance of getting a tour?" Barbara asked, hoping she can let the tour act as a scouting mission.
"We can arrange something but I'm sure your tired and you'd like to freshen up. Let my servant show you to your room." Tarra said with a cheesy smile as she motioned toward the newer building.
"Oh, I thought we were going to stay in the large building." Barbara said innocently batting her "Lil' ol' me." eyes at the woman.
"Oh no. That's Lord Easystreet's personal house. I must warn you that no one, under any circumstance, can go in there. The hunt will not involve the main house and it is completely off limits. In fact, I have some forms for you to sign agreeing to this and some other rules, just a formality which I'm sure you'll understand. We wouldn't want someone tripping and suing the old Lord now would we?" she said as the entered the large entry way and walked to an old oak desk.
"Yup, she's a lawyer alright." thought Batgirl as she picked up the forms and started to read them. Suddenly, she looked about and noticed the women staring at her. Realizing they might think she was much brighter than she appeared, Barbara quickly glanced over the forms and
then rocked her head from side to side as she gladly signed them. "Like, I'm sure I'm not signing away my soul or anything." she said in her best California beach bimbo voice.
"Oh no. The pen would be filled with your blood if that were the case." the lawyer said coyly as she tore off the bottom copy and handed it to Barbara. This was not a happy woman and Barbara could sense that immediately.
"You can relax in the main ballroom while we arrange room assignments. We'll let you know when you can move about the estate and what areas are off limits." she explained as she escorted Barbara through a long hall, through a set of double doors and into a large room.
The room was decorated in an Elizabethan style with huge tapestries on the wall and pillars with busts of long dead composers lining the windows and corners. She half expected some royalty wearing powdered wigs to come out dancing. Instead, she found the room occupied by about a dozen young, beautiful girls sitting about ignoring each other. They were expensively dressed and she felt extremely out of place in her little summer dress as two women wearing sprayed on, latex, stretch dresses walked by and snubbed her. She then felt a gentle tap on her
bare shoulder.
"Pardon me. Are you Ms. Gordon?" said the woman behind her. Barbara turned and had to look up slightly at the voice talking to her. The woman was noticeably tall and very "big". She didn't have the build of a weight lifter but she was one of those women who was very large, firm and very attractive. Basically the Anna-Nicole Smith variety but with brunette hair. Amazon was the word that came to mind as she looked the woman over. The funny thing was, this obvious grand specimen of a woman was dressed in a dumpy skirt and shirt, a pair of low pumps, her hair in a granny knot and the geekiest pair of big round glasses she ever saw.
"God, she looks like Raquel Welch in a librarians out fit." Babs thought as she took the woman's hand and shook it.
"Yes, I am." sweetly replied Barbara.
"Great, my name is Diana Prince. I'm with the IADC on special assignment." the woman whispered, pulling Barbara off to one side behind a huge, stuffed polar bear as she watched the room for anything suspicious.
"I've been hoping to meet you. My father said you got the other ticket. Have you found out anything?" Barbara asked.
"Only that they are real tight on security and the guest list for the party is pretty weird." replied Diana. "Take a look around and tell me if you notice anything odd."
Barbara scanned the room, looking the obviously beautiful guest list over as she looked for anything unusual. "So, what's wrong?"
"No men. I managed to get a look at the guest list and every guest is a woman, a beautiful woman. Mostly starlets, socialites and business women." replied Diana.
"Hmm. Beautiful and ambitious. They all seem to be women that would do literally anything to get what they want." added Barbara.
"Yes. If I miss my guess, this is going to be a major feeding frenzy. Whoever this Lord Easystreet is, he probably into female conflict." said Diana pushing her glasses back on her face. "From what I understand, they're going to pair women up as roommates. I suggest we room together." added Diana as she continued to scout around.
"You're right. If we work together, we might be able to..." started Barbara but she was cut off by a 60 inch screen that came to life over the huge bar at the end of the room. The image of an old man appeared on the screen and everyone started to gather around it.
"Ladies, I am Lord Easystreet. I am so glad you could join me at my humble estate. I have been looking forward to this party all year and I know its going to be a bang, a really big BANG!" he said then he broke into an old man's laugh followed by a chorus of hacking coughs. As he spoke, the Asian maid came around with a small basket and started handing something out to each girl.
"My servant is passing out the first of many clues you must first find to find the diamond. The disks are a coded piece to a map of the estate. Each marking on the disk is a code pointing to the next clue in the chain of clues you need to find the diamond. Most of the chips point to the same clues but in different ways. Only the smart and clever will figure this one out an a well read girl is a rich girl." he said with another spastic series of giggles and coughs.
"The rules are simple but they are firm and strict. You can win the diamond in two ways, either find the diamond, or be the only girl remaining at the end of the party." Both Barbara and Diana froze and looked at each other in shock. "Remaining?" Babs whispered. Suddenly, the monitor switched to the picture of a room that resembled some sort of laboratory. The camera panned the room and showed a series of Plexiglas, cylindrical tubes lining the walls. The tubes had various
hoses and other devices attached to them and they were all empty. Then the camera started to pan across their bases.
"There will be many traps on the estate. Traps to ensnare and capture a young lady. Patrols will walk the estate and, if you are found incapacitated in anyway, you will be taken to the holding area and placed in a tube." as he explained, the names of all the women appeared on the name plaques at the base of each tube. Babs gasped slightly at the sight of her name and Diana Prince's. The rest of the women began to bustle and complain as they shook their heads in disagreement.
"Don't worry ladies. It is harmless. Its only a prop. You will simply wait in the holding area until the next flight out where you will be asked to leave. Its the spirit of the game that's important and people need a little threatening incentive to make the game more fun. Also, none of the traps are harmful. They are simply self locking rooms or trip alarms. Just things to keep you on your toes." he explained as the camera switched to him as he hocked up a huge lugey into a handkerchief and continued.
"Now, you have two days to complete your task. If there is more than one woman out of a tube, the game is forfeit. The losers will all receive complimentary prizes, namely the home version of diamond hunt." he said as he raised a board game box up to the screen. The box was cheaply decorated and taped together and it was an obvious attempt at a sick, humorous message, namely; you lose, you don't get anything.
"Great. The fur's really going to fly now." said Diana as she watched the women in the room grow anxious as they stood about.
"This is worse than dropping two alley cats into a garbage can. These women are going to destroy each other." replied Barbara in a low whisper. "And I thought the Joker was dangerous." she thought to herself.
"The rest of the rules are covered in the copy of the contracts you all signed. Violation of any of the rules on the contract means you forfeit your rights and gets you a one way ticket to tubes-ville. One big rule you must follow. DO NOT ENTER THE MAIN HOUSE! I assure each and everyone of you that the diamond is not in there. Please respect an old man's privacy." he continued.
"Well! I'm not going to stand for this!" screamed a woman from across the room. "This is absurd!" The woman was Tina Ferrari, one of Gotham cities hottest swimsuit models. "If you think I'm going to let you get your jollies off of watching me run around like a chicken with its head cut off chasing after your stupid diamond, your SICK!" she screamed spraying her long auburn hair about in a girlish tantrum.
"I'm sorry you feel that way my dear." said the old man. "You are free to leave."
"Fine! And I'm not your dear." she screamed in a huff as she tossed down her chip, picked up her bag and stomped out the door to an awaiting servant. The door shut and the women could hear the sounds of her high heels clicking off into the distance.
Her chip was immediately snatched up by one woman, only to have another try and grab it out of her hands. Two more women joined in and a small pile of sexy blonde, brunette and red heads began slapping and pushing each other for the chip. Suddenly, two rather muscular women, working in unison, pulled the others apart and took the chip. They then handed the chip to a tall, slim, white hared woman. They then stood to either side of her with their burly arms crossed like two pitbull body guards.
"Nobody Fucks with Victoria Madison. The rest of you ladies might as well leave right now because I am going to win." she said holding up the chip.
"Bravo!" clapped Lord Easystreet like a giddy school boy slobbering over the whole incident. "Now that's the way to do things. Now, you can mingle about and enjoy my hospitality but the hunt can only start at 8:00 PM. Before that, no hanky panky." he added striking one finger
across the other. With that the screen shut down and the women broke off into little groups again.
"Now I know what Lord Easystreet is into." said Barbara as the two agents left to go to their room. As they walked out. Victoria and her two goons followed them cautiously, watching them as they left the ballroom.
"We should nail those to first. Take their chips." whispered Victoria.
"They look like real wimps."
After eating dinner and arranging their room assignment, Barbara opened the door to the bedroom and both ladies plopped down on their respective beds. "God, what a nightmare." said Barbara as she opened her bag and put it on the dresser. "You're telling me. Finding that
diamond and keeping these guests safe is going to be a real nightmare." replied Diana as she walked into the bathroom and examined the facilities.
"I think I'm going to do some reconnoitering." said Barbara as she unlocked a small compartment under her case and pulled out a small bag while making sure Diana wasn't watching.
"Good idea. I'm going to take a much needed shower. I'll come looking for you if you're not back by 7:30." Diana hollered as she started the shower.
Barbara tucked her Batgirl costume under her arm and walked to the door. As she opened it, she looked to the bathroom and could see Ms. Prince in the mirror. The woman was stripped down to her bra and panties and Barbara stood in awe of the incredible sight. Her crotch began to tingle slightly as she watched the IADC agent unhook her bra and drop it to the floor.
"My goodness," gasped Barbara, "she's bigger than Catwoman. My God they're huge!" she stared in admiration as Diana's huge breasts swayed about as she stepped out of her panties and into the shower. "This might be fun after all." Barbara said as she bounced out of the room like am excited school girl. As she walked down the hall, a trio of heads appeared from the other end, starring at the perky little brunette.
"Should we bag her?" asked one of the muscle women.
"No Nic. She doesn't look like she's carrying anything at all let alone a chip. She's probably heading for the pool. Those chips are in their room." replied Victoria patting her little love slave on her tush. "We'll sneak in their and bag her friend. Then we'll grab both their chips."
Diana sank her head under the warm water and let the water flow like a water fall over the mountains and canyons of her shapely form. Unknown to her, however, a camera hidden in the tile work spied her every movement. From a control room with a vast array of monitors, panels and controls, Lord Easystreet sat in his chair and spied the buxom avenger. But what's this, the Lord is actually a little boy? Using a trick of modern computer technology, the young billionaire was able to transmit an image of an old man instead of himself during the party. Now the 14 year old Lord Easystreet sat slobbering as he watched Diana Prince's perfect body showering before him.
"OOOOO! GOD! That's it, wipe yourself down. God you are gorgeous BABY." he said in a dirty Benny Hill voice as he slobbered over the screen. Diana picked up a bar of soap and lathered it. Then, with slow meticulousness, she began massaging her own breasts, soaping them up and making them shiny and wet.
"Whoa BABY. Ya don't get too many of those to a pound do ya. That's it, they're soo dirty. Soap them up... soap them up." he salivated. For several minutes he watched Diana mold her breasts into erotic mountains of shiny sexual pleasure, squeezing and lathering them as she sloshed them around. Then, taking a joystick he began moving the camera down. The image shifted down her body, over her flat, defined stomach and stopped at her wide, sexy hips and full, curvaceous thighs. She stood with her legs together and the form was exquisite. He watched in awe, staring at her smoothly shaven vagina and at her hips as they slowly swayed from side to side as the woman washed her upper half.
Then, her hand came down, filled with soap, and it slid itself slowly between her legs. Her fingers slid between her lips, in then out then in then out, soaping up her pussy as she massaged it. He then noticed that she wasn't stopping. "What's this... Are you..." he said as she tilted the camera up to her face. Diana's head was bent back and her mouth hung slightly open with her eyes shut. She was moaning softly and cupping her breasts with her free hand as she panted slowly. "Oh you naughty little girl. Oh and I bet you need a good climax too don't you.." he said teasingly as he watched agent Prince stimulate herself.
Suddenly, a female hand shot into the picture and clamped itself over the otherwise occupied agent's mouth. Diana's eyes bulged open and she began to scream muffled cries as the picture became screwed up with a flurry of activity. "What the hell..." stammered the boy as he played
with the joystick to zoom the camera back. Legs, hair and Diana's breasts filled the camera. Then the image slipped away. Trying another camera, the boy brought up the bedroom.
Out of the bathroom, three women carried the dripping wet, struggling shape of Diana Prince into the room and onto the bed. One of the women kept her hand over Diana's mouth at all times while the other two produced a few rolls of duct tape. With the familiar squeaking sound of
tape being pulled off of rolls, the women proceeded to bind and gag agent Prince. A big swath of tape was clamped down over her mouth while several strips bound her hands behind her back and her long legs together at the ankles and knees.
"Keep the bitch occupied while we search the room Nac." said Victoria as the two other women got up and started rifling through Barbara's and Diana's luggage. Diana lay on the bed, twisting a gyrating against her bonds as Nac sat next to her, holding her down.
"My, what huge tits you have honey." said Nac as she leaned in and roughly cupped Diana's right breast with her hand. Diana's screamed under her gag and reeled as the woman began massaging the tit. Cupping it from underneath, she began massaging it while pressing Diana's
nipple in with her fore finger. She then leaned in and started sucking on the plump gland, biting down on Diana's ripened nipple as she accosted the breast.
"Got em!" shouted Nic as she held up the two chips. The two women then stood over Diana's bed, watching as Nac continued to suck on Diana's tit.
"What should we do with her?" grinned Nic as she wet her lips. "How about a nice little gang bang?"
"NO! We don't have the time." replied Victoria as she sat down on the bed and slid her hands along Diana's full, smooth thigh. "I know. We'll leave her tied up and come back at eight. Then we'll simple carry her out to the main hallway and leave her bound and gagged. The rules say
anyone who is incapacitated will be asked to leave. They'll simply cart her off the island like that bitch Tina Ferrarri." said Victoria as she stared Diana in the eye. "But first, we don't want her to get bored laying here. Pick her up and put her on the rug." she ordered as she grinned at Nic. Nic and Nac then picked up the struggling heroine and placed her on one end of the rooms long throw rug with her body parallel to the short end. Then Nic smiled back and opened her bag. She
pulled out a large, black vibrator which she handed to Victoria. Victoria smiled at Diana and turned it on. The hum sent a cold chill down Diana's back as she surged, knowing what was to come next. All three women then piled on top of the amazon and held her down while Victoria inserted the taming toy between Diana's bucking, resistive legs. Diana screamed frantically as the implement made it way deep inside her and she thrashed about wildly as the sensation sent shivers throughout her body.
The three women then grabbed the end of the rug and began rolling Diana's gyrating body up into it. They then picked up the rolled cocoon and carried the twisting carpet over to the bed. With a swift push from their legs, the three women kicked the rug and rolled it under the
beds, entombing Diana completely. They could barely hear Diana's muffled moans and pounding body under the bed and the three women parted, smiling as they left with the chips.
Part 3
"Good thing this place has broom closets." said Batgirl as she emerged from the closet pulling up her spandex shorts. "My best bet is to go as high as I can and look out one of the windows. I probably can see the whole estate from up there."
After climbing two or three flights, the heroine reached the last flight only to be stopped by a band of tape stretched across the staircase. The words "OFF LIMITS" were repeated across the tape. "Not for me it is." said Batgirl as she slid under the tape and walked up the stairs. Little did she know she had broken a small eye beam as she walked up the flight.
In Lord Easystreet's control room, the young man had just finished watching Diana's demise with sad disappointment. "Damn, I thought they were going to bang the bitch too. Oh well."
Suddenly, another monitor switched its image to the lovely form of Batgirl slowly moving up the forbidden staircase. "What do we have hear? Batgirl! Good, I knew the female heroines of Gotham city would show up. I'm so glad its you my dear." he said rolling his hands together in glee.
"You're way too good for the tubes sweet cheeks," he continued as he watched Barbara's plump ass and shapely legs walk innocently past the camera and up the stairs. "Being a heroine with a secret identity, I bet no one knows who you are and that means no one would miss you if you disappear. Perfect, just perfect." he cackled. "Oh, I've got some nice plans for that pretty little ass, plans I bet you just weren't counting on." he snickered as he pushed a few buttons.
Barbara made her way down a narrow hallway and reached a door at the end. With expert skill, she picked the lock and slipped inside. The room looked like it was partially painted with tarps over the furniture, paint supplies along the walls and masking tape over the trim. The only window was a small framed opening at the far end. She walked carefully across the bare, wooden floor and looked out the window. The summer sun was heading down toward the horizon as night approached and beetles chirped as the sun heated up that section of the house. She then heard some commotion from out on the grounds. Looking down she must have been 5 stories up. Staring out, she could see the garden and a magnificent shrubbery maze winding through it. She could also see four of the guests stealthily moving through the garden maze, talking softly as they searched about.
"I see the guests aren't even waiting till eight." said Barbara taking her usual Batgirl stance. She watched as the four women split up and head separate directions. Suddenly, a series of tentacle like straps shot up from under one of the girls and coiled her. She twisted about as the white bands tied and gagged her, fighting to warn the others. Then a spray of blue gas shot up at her and the woman sank to the ground asleep. Babs pressed against the window in a vain attempt at
watching. She then pulled the window up and looked out. Still not getting a good view, she contorted and twisted her shoulders till she could stick her upper half of her body out the window.
"One of Lord Easystreet's simple, harmless traps eh." said Batgirl curling her lip as she watched another and yet another girl fall into the same kind of trap. Then, from some hidden panels in the garden, several unusual men appeared. They appeared to be completely naked and made of some kind of smooth, white plastic with absolutely no body hair at all. They reminded Batgirl of perfect bodybuilders without an ounce of fat. They walked up to the bound girls and started carting them off through the openings.
"Androids! So those are the patrols." Barbara whispered as she watched the mass abduction of losers. As she watched, a wall panel slid to one side and two male androids stepped out into the room. They were just like the others with huge, muscular builds, smooth plastic bodies and
expressionless faces. Also accompanying them was the rambunctious Lord Easystreet. With stealth, all three tip-toed toward the slowly swaying form of Batgirl's full, plump rear as she stood hanging out the small window. They reached the young girl and, for a moment, the young boy held his hands over the curvature of he buttocks like someone warming their hands over a fire making "OOOO AAAAHHH" facial gestures as he watched her ass shift back and forth. Then, counting his fingers down to zero, he pointed to the girl's elbows. Both androids reached out and readied themselves.
"Hey! What the..." screamed Batgirl as two pairs of huge hands grabbed her arms and pulled them inside the window and up behind her back. At the same time, the window pane came crashing down, pinning the girl's upper body out of the window with her hands inside and behind her. A she struggled, one of the androids secured her hands together with a pair of handcuffs. When they finished, they ran their huge hands down the length of each of her shapely legs and then pushed her ankles together. With another pair of cuffs, they clamped her feet together,
turning the heroine into a trapped, wriggling worm of soft, shapely flesh.
"Whomever you are, I'm Batgirl and I'm an officer of the law. I demand to be released IMMEDIATELY!" she ordered as she rolled her shoulders trying to escape. Lord Easystreet twiddled his fingers at her in a mock "OOO, I'm soooo scared!" expression. He then slapped his hand hard across her jello like rear. Batgirl responded with an erotic feminine bark making her twist about in panic. He then grabbed her ass hard with both hands and began massaging her buttocks like he was playing with two big balloons. Her butt soared up, then around then from side to side as she tried to shake her molester off in vain. His hands slid over her bare cheeks, down her bare thighs, around the front of her legs and back around to her ass. He then pressed his soft cheek against hers and began kissing her ass with abandonment. As he did this, his fingers would tease Batgirl by inadvertently slipping their way under her tights at various, strategic locations. Batgirl responded with erotic yelps and snarls as she felt the hands accost her delicate rear.
"OOOO BABY!" he thought making sure not to say anything. "Time for a surprise." As he groped her, the young boy unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardened erection. His size was in no way threatening but he did what he could to get it harder by stroking it with one hand. Then, gliding his fingers under the top of her shorts, he teased the costumed heroine as he pulled slightly on the spandex material. Then, with a quick yank, he pulled the shorts down over her ripe ass and around her full, bare thighs.
Batgirl's eyes bulged in shear panic as she felt her shorts go down and the air hit her bare rear. She tried to kick out but the two super strong androids held her legs firmly in place. All she could do was sway and shift her hips about and wriggle around desperately. Grabbing her by the hips with one hand, the boy brought his erection closer, stroking it with his other as he moved it into position.
"OH MY GOD! NOOO!" screamed Batgirl as she felt the rounded head of a penis touch her bare lips. Her hips went wild and Lord Easystreet had to shift his hips with hers to keep up. To normal men, Barbara Gordon was rather a small, tasty scoop of ice-cream but, to Lord Easystreet, she was a voluptuous, mountainous sundae ready to be scarffed. Matching her twists, he final found his target and pushed his tiny penis inside.
"AAAAAGHHGG!!!" Barbara screamed. The penis was way too small to be a threat but, the thought of someone penetrating her against her will sent her into a flurry of desperate panic. She could feel the penis slid inside her and the hips of her rapist pressing up against her bare rear. For several minutes, the little man rode Batgirl in shear ecstasy as he felt her vagina squeeze and stroke his penis as the heroine tried to escape the inevitable. Barbara's heart then sank in her chest as she felt her attacker begin pumping his hips back and forth.
"NNOOOO! Not... Not inside!" she hissed as she tried to push him off with a deep thrust of her hips. This only excited Lord Easystreet more and the boy sank his head back as the climax built.
His panting built in volume, which caused Batgirl to rock faster, knowing what was to come. Then, with a massive sigh of relief, the boy pushed his hips in as hard as he could, discharging deep inside Batgirl. Batgirl responded with an animalistic scream that was more from shock than from sexual ecstasy.
"How dare YOU!" she screamed. "OHHHH!"
The boy paid no attention as he slowly continued pumping. He then gave her butt another swat and stepped back, putting his wet member back into his pants. Pulling out a remote control, he started to reprogram the two androids. As he stepped through the secret panel, he pressed the activation button and snickered. "I think they oughta take some of the spirit out of you." he laughed as the door closed.
The two androids released Batgirl's legs and one of them immediately moved in behind her and grasped her bucking rear. She immediately realized that a new attacker was behind her and this one was HUGE.
"OOOHHH! NOOO!! No, not again!" she winced as she felt another member touch her lips. Where as Lord Easystreet was small and harmless, the two androids were huge and merciless. Bloated, white and ultra firm, the androids cock hovered ominously over her dainty, soft vagina. Then, with a brutal thrust, the android's penis drove its taming point home, sending Barbara reeling with overwhelming sensation.
"AAAAAAGAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Her scream was heard across the compound as the white member slid slowly inside her. "My God! Its.... Its.... too big... can't.... UUUUGHH!!!!" Batgirl hissed and moaned as the android burrowed its way deeper inside her. With a final, brutal push, it shoved the penis all the way in, sending Batgirl's legs flailing about around the automatons hips. It then began pulling the penis out, then inserting it back in, then out, then in, relentlessly pumping itself in and out of Batgirl's
defenseless cunt. To complicate matters, it then reached around to her front and began stroking her ripe clitoris with its large, firm fingers. From the ground, Batgirl's upper body could be seen rocking in and out of the window, her large, perky breasts sloshing up and down and her hair sailing forward and back as she panted like a speeding steam train.
"UUGH! UGGHH! UUUGH! No!... cuming... can't... let.." Too late. She screamed uncontrollably as her climax sent her body seizing in absolute erotic ecstasy. Sensing its victim's demise, the android began tensing as well as it simulated its own climax. Obviously, Lord Easystreet was a sick little boy who enjoyed hard, blatant sex and he had programmed his androids to be just as disgusting. With an eruption of lotion like, white cream, Batgirl's vagina began to ooze with the android's pudding like cum. The creamy substance oozed out and down her legs and she shuttered in disgust as she felt her vagina and thighs growing wet with the discharge. Still pumping, the android removed its member and let the substance pour out onto Batgirl's soft, white rear. It then took its hands and began smearing the substance all over her ass like a baker icing a cake.
Batgirl continued to gasp in exhaustion as the android accosted her. Then she froze in terror. "NO! NOT AGAIN!" she screamed as the second android moved into place. With the same zeal as the first, the second android began to again pump its human victim with more unbridled sexual stimulation. The tension rose higher and higher, the woman squealed and yelled to no avail. Then, with another animalistic scream, Batgirl collapsed from another devastating climax.
This time, the android didn't discharge. It pulled the window pain up and pulled Batgirl inside to face it. It supported the frail girl as she stared at it with dreamy, heavy eyes. Then with a firm hand, it shoved her head down and pushed its cock deep into her gaping mouth.
This woke Batgirl from her erotic daze and she began to squeal like a pig as the android violated her mouth. As it did this, the other android came from behind and pulled her tank top up past her firm, perky breasts. With its huge hands, the android began to callously massage her plump breasts sending her writhing from the new stimulation. Her whining was soon silenced, however, as its discharge violated her pretty mouth. For a while, she was forced to swallow,
then, it removed the penis, only to let it spray the rest of its discharge into her face. The cum slowly poured over her lips and cheeks as she was coated with the substance. The first android then pulled her back and the second android discharged all over her bare chest, wetting
her perfect breasts with the goo.
Suddenly, a plastic ball was shoved into her mouth and tied around the back of her head. A white clothe was then draped over her eyes, blindfolding the violated heroine. The androids then let the bound and gagged Batgirl drop to the floor as they slipped back into the secret panel.
Lord Easystreet sat at his console and watched in glee as the banged and defeated Batgirl lay rolling about, bound and gagged, on the wooden floor with her shorts pulled down around her thighs, her breasts exposed and her body soaked with android cum. "AH, Poor little Batgirl.
Well there's much more in store for you. BWAHAHAHA!"
The rug slowly shifted from side to side as another muffled scream of climax came out from the fabric. Suddenly, the whole carpet began to roll. It rolled out from under the bed and a muffled clamp of thunder rang out from the tarp. Then, with a burst of female energy, the carpet
exploded into strips of dusty cloth as Wonder Woman burst free of her cocooned tomb. Her body was absolutely soaked with sweat and she sat like a tossed rag doll on the floor panting and sighing heavily. Slowly, she pulled the remainder of the duct tape off of her legs, wrists and mouth and dizzily stood up. Her eyes then bulged in shock as she immediately clamped her hand on her pelvis. Unzipping her costume, she let it slide down as she removed the vibrator from her dripping wet vagina. She then zipped the satin tights back up and sat down hard on the bed holding the oscillating toy in front of her.
"Hera! That almost had me. A few more minutes of that and that would have been the end." she said slowly, turning the device off and plopping it on the bed. She got back up and started straightening herself out in the mirror, fixing her headband and hair as she wiped the sweat off her tan body.
Suddenly, the jiggling of the door knob put Wonder Woman on alert. Looking at the clock it was 8:30. "Back for more ehh?" said Diana as she readied herself. She then looked down at the toy on the bed and picked it up. "Two can play at this game." she said readying the item and standing behind the door. With a flick, she turned the lights off and stood in wait.
A shapely figure slowly moved into the room. As she entered the center of the room, Wonder Woman jumped her. Both women went rolling about as they fought. "Victoria's goon is a pretty good fighter." Wonder Woman thought but she knew she had the upper hand. With her lasso, she quickly tied the girl's hands behind her back and her ankles together. She could feel the girl succumbing to the lasso's magical effects.
"Now its time for a little revenge." Diana thought as she pulled the woman's shorts down and began inserting the vibrator inside her. The woman's hips surged wildly as they were penetrated and the tied woman panted and moaned as she was deeply penetrated.
"How do you like THAT!" blasted Wonder Woman as she yanked on the lasso. "Now, tell me who you are?"
"I.... I .... I'm Barbara Gordon." rasped the agonized female voice.
"Oh NO!" gasped Diana as she jumped up and flipped on the lights. For a moment, however, Diana stared in utter confusion. On the floor was Batgirl, wiggling about as she fought both the lasso and the vibrator's effects.
"Batgirl? But you said you are....." Like a cash register, the total added up and Diana let out a small smile. "Of course, its so simple. Commissioner Gordon's daughter. That's how you always know where to show up." Diana said sitting on the bed and crossing her legs as she thought about the situation.
"IIIIFFFF...YYYOOOOUUU DOOONN'''TTT MMMMMMIIIINNNDDDD...." stuttered
Batgirl as she rolled about.
"Oh! I'm sorry." said Diana as she untied the rope and helped Barbara pull out the little toy. Running to the bathroom, she returned with a glass of water, some aspirin and a wet rag.
"I could really do with a stiff Gin right now." said Barbara as she quaffed the aspirin and water.
"I do apologize Bat.. I mean Bar... I mean..." stammered Wonder Woman.
"Well, I figure another heroine knowing my identity isn't that bad." said Batgirl as she sat back and put the wet rag on her forehead. "By the way, where's Ms. Prince..." but as she asked, the circumstance of the room began to give away subtle hints as to Ms. Prince's real whereabouts.
"Um... Well, I feel its only fair that since I used my lasso unfairly, I should share my secret with you. I'm actually Diana Prince." Wonder Woman confessed as she stood up and stood in front of Batgirl in her typical Wonder Woman stance.
"Well, I've got a secret for you Diana, the jugs are a dead give away." Batgirl said as she stood up, put her hands out like two cups and inflated her cheeks teasingly.
"I know." said Wonder Woman in annoyance as she sat crossing her arms. "That's why I always down dress. Do you know how hard it is to hide these?" she complained.
"Oh, I know. I have that problem with my look as well. The thing that gets me though is no one really ever puts one and one together. My father has seen me naked all my life and yet he doesn't recognize his daughter wearing a suit like this." Batgirl complained.
"You said it. With breasts like these I thought I'd get discovered the first time I saved someone." Diana added.
"What's even weirder is our voices are exactly the same as our alter egos yet no one ever recognizes us. The first time I met a blind man, I thought I was found out for sure." added Batgirl. "By the way do you ever have a problem with chaffing?" she asked.
"Oh no, amazon's don't chafe. We have tougher skin. Though I'm always worried about bruises and cuts. On a bare leg they really show up." Diana replied.
"That's true but I down play my real identity so she doesn't wear anything too revealing." said Batgirl. Both women then settled down to a long discussion talking about heroine tactics, beauty secrets, costume do's and don'ts and fashion.
"God, have you seen Supergirl. She looks like a cheerleader! What a bimbo. And she's sooo sickly sweat." scoffed Batgirl.
"You know she's gay." replied Wonder Woman nodding her head. "At least that's what I hear. I also heard she's into some major S&M."
"No, really!" squeaked Batgirl. Then both women began to laugh like two college girls at dorm. For once, they had met someone else they could talk to that they could trust and that shared the same experiences.
"So what happened here?" asked Batgirl smiling as she held up the vibrator with her two fingers. "Supergirl drop by?"
"NO!" exclaimed Diana as she snatched the dildo away from Barbara and tossed it on the other bed. "I got a surprise visit while I was taking a shower. That bitch Victoria Madison and her two goons Nic and Nac tied me up and left this to entertain me."
"Why didn't you just beat them up. You're supposed to have mega-strength." asked Batgirl.
"I only have powers while I'm Wonder Woman and I wear my belt of power." she said removing the belt. "See, now I'm as weak as a normal woman. " she explained.
"I see. The belt holds your power?" asked Batgirl.
"While I am away from my home, yes." answered Diana putting the belt back on. "By the way, what happened to you?"
"I got a nasty surprise upstairs." Batgirl replied rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She explained the whole experience to Diana.
"Swear it was some little kid banging me." said Batgirl as she continued.
In Lord Easystreet's control room, the young billionaire sat looking at the monitor. "I know a secret.. I know a secret... da da dada da...."
In another room of the estate, Tarra Rogers raised her servants head to interrupt the woman's magnificent oral skills. She and the Asian maid Yumi were busy entertaining themselves in Tarra's room. Tarra knew Lord Easystreet had the whole place wired and she had tapped into the kid's monitors with a few of her own. She had been completely distracted by
Yumi's magical mouth and had missed most of Batgirl's and Wonder Woman's conversation as she convulsed in ecstasy. Looking up at the monitor, she shook violently to life as the image of Wonder Woman and Batgirl gave her a start.
"BATGIRL! WONDER WOMAN! NO! What are they doing HERE!" she screamed pushing Yumi to the floor and turning up the volume.
"This is bad. Real bad." Yumi said as she shook her head in disbelief.
"We're dead women for sure. There goes our shot at the diamond." she added.
"SSSHHHHH!" hissed Tarra waving her hands at the maid. Then her face lightened up with a smile as she heard the fatal words from Diana's mouth. "I only have powers while I'm Wonder Woman and I wear my belt of power. See, now I'm as weak as a normal woman. "
"That's IT! Batgirl is easy to deal with but I thought Wonder Woman was unstoppable." screamed Tarra.
"So, what does that have to do with us." asked Yumi.
"Don't you see, without that belt, she just like any other big breasted bimbo. We can deal with her just like Batgirl and all the other guests." Tarra said as she began cackling in diabolic laughter. "Quickly, get Trisha and meet me outside. We've got work to do." she said racing for the closet.
Part 4
Batgirl's plan was clever and quite simple. Victoria appeared to be making noticeable headway in rounding up the chips. Wonder Woman and Batgirl simply followed the trail of trussed up models, business women and starlets.
Wonder Woman came bounding over the grassy ridge as she approached the island's abandoned saw mill. Her huge breasts heaved up and down like two massive, jiggling water balloons and her full rear and large buttocks shifted from side to side as she rounded the top and headed down the hill. She came to a stop behind a pile of old, rotted lumber and crouched down to watch the mill. A few moments later, Batgirl came chugging over the hill and barreled down the slope and into the pile of wood breathing like an overworked steam locomotive.
"huh huh huh huh God... huh Where the FUCK.. huh huh can I get ... huh huh one of those belts!!?" she gasped as she lay on the ground sweating like an exhausted racing horse and pointing to Diana's power belt.
"Sorry, members only." Diana replied with a grin, patting her belt with her hand.
Both girls spent several minutes scoping out the mill, looking for any sign of activity. The sawmill was a series of dark wood buildings interconnected via enclosed walkways. The buildings were hollow on the inside and housed various sections of the wood processing conveyor belt production line. They were arranged kind of like the view windows at a car wash. The wood would enter from the river and flow through the mill to the other side. Several smaller, dilapidated shacks and buildings, along with the rusted remains of old 1950 genre construction equipment, littered the landscape around the main installation.
"Now you're sure the chips point here?" asked Wonder Woman looking sideways at Batgirl.
"Well, its only a hunch but, looking at the designs on the chips, the just don't make sense. I'm a librarian and I've seen dozens of writings and manuscripts and have gotten pretty good at deciphering them. These things are totally bogus. The only thing is, one out of four of the
chips are made of wood, painted to look like plastic. Lord Easystreet said one out of four chips were relevant so that tells me its what the chip is made out of that's important and not what's on it." Batgirl explained.
"I see. So you figured the lumber mill since the important chips are made out of wood." said Wonder Woman touching her finger to her chin in thought.
"That's right, and where else would you find wood chips?" asked Batgirl with a smile.
"Incredible! That's brilliant!" complimented Wonder Woman.
"Oh that's nothing." shirked Batgirl rolling her eyes. "Heck, one time I had to find Commissioner Gordon by sniffing around town for his cologne, Wellington #5. Boy was that a shot in the dark."
"Well, I think we should split up. We can cover more ground that way." said Wonder Woman as she got up. "Maybe you can scout out that small cluster of buildings beyond those wood piles while I look in the main complex." she added.
"Good thinking. We can get picked off better that way if we're alone." Batgirl said with a smile as she winked at Wonder Woman. Diana shook her head at the joke and started toward the main building.
Part 5
"SSSHHHHH!!" hissed Tarra as she looked out the second floor, dust covered window as Wonder Woman approached. "Its Wonder Woman!!!" she whispered turning toward Yumi. "Is Lord Easystreet's little toy ready?" she asked crouching down in the window.
"Oh yeah! We cranked up the juice on it too. Boy is she in for it." replied Yumi.
"Fine. Just don't fuck this up or we're in deep shit!" The two women were dressed in black leather pants, black turtleneck sweaters and ski masks. They slipped down the mills hallways and into the darkness as Wonder Woman stepped through the main door of the complex.
The main area was a huge, wide open space with various pieces of rusted, junk equipment strewn about. The heroine slowly walked inside, looking about cautiously as she tried to take in the entire room and all its details.
Suddenly, a shot rang out from deep on the other side of the room. Her instincts and training paid off as she deflected the .45 round with her bracelets. Then a series of shots rang out, illuminating a female form in the darkness with each burst.
The woman was hiding behind several pieces of equipment that blocked Diana's path, including a huge, rusted out truck that sat close to the heroine. Deciding to take a non-direct approach, Wonder Woman put her foot on the tailgate of the truck and gave it an immense shove with her muscular leg. The truck took off, literally skidding across the concrete floor. It crashed and slammed into equipment, posts, lumber and other obstacles as it plowed its way toward the now shocked shooter. Apparently Yumi was not ready for this tactic and she started screaming as she ran toward a back exit as fast as she could. Diving for her life, she barely rolled inside the door as the wave of junk plowed up against the doorway.
"Holy SHIT!" screamed Yumi as she got up and ran down the hall.
Diana made a bee line for the pile and started chucking half ton chunks of debris out of her way as she tried to clear the doorway to get through. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all." grunted Wonder Woman as she tossed an engine block out of the way with a hefty 'UMPH'.
Yumi came tearing down the hall, through a small, rectangular room and through another door. Tarra stopped the panting maid as she started to change her clothes.
"That fucking trap had better hold her!" screamed Yumi. "She's a lot stronger than we thought!" she added as she helped Tarra get undressed and slip into a skirt and suit.
"Don't worry. That pile of crap ought to slow her down. Just do what I told you and she's ours." Tarra smiled as she messed up her own hair and put on her glasses.
Wonder Woman finally moved enough of the junk to get through and she started jogging down the long hallway after the female assassin. The hallway ended at a small, rectangular room which was about 10 feet square. Stopping at the doorway, Diana suddenly noticed that the walls, floors and ceilings were now made of some kind of silver colored metal instead of wood. In fact the whole hallway from the main area on down was lined with steel and was completely out of place from the rest of the mill.
"HELP! Wonder Woman!" screamed a female voice from across the room. On the other side, the hallway continued. About 20 feet down, the masked assailant stood holding Tarra Rogers at gun point. Tarra was tied with her hands behind her back and she was a thorough mess. She stood shaking and crying as the hooded gunwoman used her as a shield.
"Don't come any closer or I'll blow this fucking cunt's head off! This whore bitch is going to get her brains splattered, what little brains she has, if you try anything! Just stay back or lard butt here gets a new asshole!" Yumi screamed at Wonder Woman as she roughly grabbed Tarra with a choke hold and slammed her against the sides of the hallway as she waved the .45 around.
"Do you MIND!..." hissed Tarra softly shooting daggers back at the maid. "You're over acting!!!..." she whispered.
"Oh... sorry..." replied Yumi apologetically.
"Oh, I see." said Wonder Woman taking a confident pose and entering the room. "I'm supposed to surrender, is that it!" she added, taking another step forward. Looking behind the two women, she could see a huge, steel door which looked very locked and very impassable. Apparently the gun woman had boxed herself in and was extremely desperate.
"Why don't you just give me the gun and we'll all walk out of here together. No one needs to get hurt. You're obviously trapped so there's no need for this." calmly spoke the confident heroine.
"THAT'S IT! Now the bitch gets it!" screamed Yumi as she put the gun to Tarra's head and cocked it.
"You better have switched the gu..." Tarra winced.
CLICK
Tarra sighed slightly as a small tinkle of urine stained her panties.
"Oh dear. Oh my!" gasped Yumi "I-seem-to-have- run-out-of-bullets." she explained in an over exaggerated acting tone as though she were reading her lines off a cue card.
"OK, you're obviously out of bullets. Let's just put the gun down and relax." coaxed Wonder Woman as she took another step forward.
"Bah to you Wonder Woman! Ney, I defy YOU!" she cursed shaking the gun at the heroine.
"Ney, I defy you...???" whispered Tarra with a quizzical look as she sneered back at Yumi.
"I read it in one of my brother's comics." Yumi whispered back. "These heroine chicks go for it."
"Ney, I defy you...???" said Wonder Woman in a quizzical voice as she rolled her eyes at the weird line.
Realizing she now had the upper hand, Diana arrogantly started across the room and toward the hallway. Just as she reached the middle of the room, Yumi pressed a button on a remote control in her pocket. Immediately two 4 inch thick steel doors came slamming down, closing off the exits in front of and behind Wonder Woman. At the same moment, the floor split into several panels which fell away and formed two steep funnels on the floor. Diana's bare, shapely legs slid on the cold, steel floor and each one slid into a separate funnel. Instantly, thick plastic seals inflated, pinning the avenger's legs into the holes.
Wonder Woman stood alone in the room, her legs slightly apart and buried up to her knees in the holes. She immediately began to twist about, struggling to free her legs. The mechanism under the floor whined and creaked as her immense strength strained the metal.
Suddenly, she heard a noise, like a cable being released above her. With lighting reflexes, she reached up just in time to catch the ceiling which came dropping down on top of her. This was not a ceiling, however. It appeared to be a huge block that she was now supporting with her amazon strength.
"Well, well, well." teased Tarra as she finished untying herself.
Diana looked ahead and could see a video camera and mic sticking through a hole in the door that had slid down in front of her.
"I see we have our hands full now don't we?" laughed Tarra. "I hope that multi-ton block of concrete and steel isn't too heavy." she added like she was talking to a baby.
"Not as heavy as it will feel when I shove it up your ASS!" grunted Wonder Woman as she continued to push upward. She was able to support the block but it was close to her maximum strength level. If all she had to do was lift it for a few moments, she probably wouldn't even break a sweat but, having to hold it constantly was putting a severe strain on her arms. The block would slip down slightly forcing Wonder Woman to push it back up in a constant gravity tug of war.
"Well now, such a mouth!" replied Tarra in a mockingly surprised voice.
"I think I have something that will quiet you down a bit. Certainly something that will bring you off your high horse."
In front of Diana, a two-foot square panel slid away from under the camera hole in the door. Inside, an odd device similar to a small satellite dish protruded forward. It tilted upward and then began to glow slightly blue. Then, with an odd humming sound, a beam of blue, pulsating light shot out and hit Wonder Woman's shoulder.
Wonder Woman reeled, not in pain, but from shock and sexual sensation. A strange, vibrating wave of exhilaration ran through her shoulder and arm, sending wild ripples of sexual excitement through the heroine's straining body. If it were possible to fuck someone in the shoulder, this is what it would feel like, only much better. The surprise from the ray and the sensation were so quick and intense that she started to lubricate slightly from the blast.
"How do you like it? A girl's best friend. Lord Easystreet had it developed. Its what he calls an orgasmabeam." said Tarra as she watched Wonder Woman's reaction and bit down softly on her lower lip.
"Its quite simple actually, it's a sonic, modulating beam that projects waves of ultra high frequency sound. The sound waves are tuned to specifically agitate and stimulate only a female's sexual nerve endings. Basically it vibrates the hell out of any nerves it hits, sending false sexual information to the brain. It's kind of like shattering a glass with sound only it works on specific nerves instead. It also stimulates the brain itself, sending specifically tuned frequencies through you that effect only the sexual portions of the female human's brain." Tarra explained as she watched Wonder Woman get blasted again by the beam. "Heck the things way better than a
vibrator!"
"AAAGHH!"
"NNNUGHH!"
Wonder Woman rocked and swayed slowly, rolling her head back and around as the beam fired another and yet another blast into her arms, shoulders and bare thighs. As she moaned, the block slipped a little more, shaking the avenger back to reality. She tried to push the block
away or jam it on one of its sides but, before she could concentrate, another blast of blue ecstasy shattered her efforts, striking another fresh part of her body.
"Those were non-sexual parts of your body Wonder Woman. Lets see how those jugs really stack up." exclaimed Tarra as she redirected the beam.
"Hera, NO!" Wonder Woman screamed as she stared down in panic at her cleavage. Suddenly, the beam hit her left breast sending it rippling and sloshing about as it vibrated the huge mammary.
"UUUUUGHH!!!!"
The amazon moan was animalistic and deep as the shear intensity of the sensation made her wet with excitement. The beam not only hit her square in her already ripened nipple, it was now blasting away in a steady stream, pushing the tit around like a fire hose pushing a huge water balloon. She twisted and gyrated her upper body in a futile attempt to avoid the devastating beam but this only heightened Tarra and her cohorts sexual show.
"Wow, what a bod!" gasped Yumi as she rubbed herself. "Make her wiggle some more."
The beam then switched to the right breast, causing Diana to let out a high scream as the tender breast was decimated by the beam's irresistible charms.
"Can't quit.... Hera.... Must not... surrender." Wonder Woman gasped out loud as she rolled her head back and panted away. Her satin shorts now had a noticeable stain as she began lubricating uncontrollably. As her mind spun from the beam's intensity, the block slipped down some more and Wonder Woman had to catch it with her elbows. She was now supporting the massive stone with her upper arms only, letting it rest slightly on her head.
"OOOWAAAA POOORRR BAAAABBBBBYYYY." teased Tarra as she reached around Yumi and began massaging the Asian's soft breasts. "Is da wittle Wondie Woman getting tired?" she mocked kissing Yumi's neck.
Both women then turned and started French kissing each other as the beam continued to pound the most erotic moans, coos and cries from the tortured avenger. Wonder Woman's sexual agony, and her vocal repertoire, were driving the two villianesses wild with passion. In moments, Tarra had pulled Yumi's sweater off and was happily sucking on her breast as the show continued.
The two women then looked each other in the eye. "Let's finish the bitch off." Tarra said with an evil grin.
"Guess what's coming next Wonder Woman?" said Tarra as she started to aim the dish.
"HERA! NO! NOT THAT!" screamed Diana as the beam traveled down her chest, over her stomach and toward the most devastating target of all. Her hips went wild, twisting and writhing as she tried to avoid the ever closing beam.
A long silence filled the metal room. Then, like a swelling, erupting volcano, Diana's scream of uncontrollable ecstasy exploded from her as the beam found its mark. There wasn't even a chance of fighting off the climax. The only chance she might have had was to slow down the wave after wave of multiple orgasms that pounded away at her body and mind but, she had already lost that opportunity. Her vagina burst from lubricant as her juices streamed down her legs and soaked her shorts. The sensation was so intense that she broke into tears and began
sobbing as each climax tore her violently apart.
Then, a soft hissing sound started to echo through the room. From dozens of small jets in the walls, a pink, misty gas began to slowly seep in.
"Oh, by the way, that's Gyneform gas you hear," said Tarra matter-of-factly. "It's a special anesthetic gas designed by Lord Easystreet to sap a woman's strength, only if she climaxes. Pretty neat huh? You're perfectly safe, just as long as you don't cum but, I don't think you
can avoid that."
Diana's looked about wildly, her panicked, tear stained eyes glaring with fear as she watch the gas slowly seep into the small room.
"UUGGMM, UUGGH! Can't... think... No, I won't... won't be BROKEN! I AM WONDER WOMAN! NO ONE DOES THIS TO....." she screamed defiantly as yet another climax blasted through her. As she came, the gas went to work, slowly sucking the strength from the surging avenger. Diana's head began to swoon and swirl as the anesthetic slowly took effect.
"NNNGHHUUU!!"
Another climax tore away at her. The gas sapped her down even more. Like a wild fire being dowsed by water, the gas smothered her spirit and drained her of her strength. Her arms began to shake then her knees began to wobble. Suddenly, with a loud scream, the heroine dropped,
bending at her knees and falling on her back to the floor. She was now supporting the impending block with just her lower arms and chest as she moaned and groaned from the gas's anesthetizing effects.
"She's DOWN!" screamed Tarra as she reached for the beam's controls. Diana's crotch and hips were now flat on the floor, having moved out of the beam, and the sex weapon was now steadily trying to make the block of concrete have its first sexual experience. Tarra re- aimed the dish
and watched as the beam shot up between the block and Diana's spread thighs.
Wonder Woman was now in triple jeopardy. Not only was she falling asleep from the gas, but the beam was hitting straight between her legs and her hips were now pinned tight by the block. The massive stone surged up and down as the buxom heroine struggled under the mass in
some desperate attempt to escape.
"Now to see what this thing can really do." smiled Tarra as she reached for the intensity control and turned the knob from 4 to its maximum of 10.
The block surged upward and froze as Diana's hips soared upward. The sensation was beyond pain, beyond sexual stimulation, beyond ecstasy. It was as though every muscle, every bone, every cell, every atom in her body was being violently gang raped all at once. She couldn't
breathe, her eyes were streaming with tears, ever muscle was strained beyond their limits as she tightened for the horrid finale. Then, Tarra pushed her over the edge.
"And when we finally have you, we're going to really gang bang you..."
"UUUUUUUUUUGGHHGHHGHGH!!!!!!!"
The scream echoed like a wild animal falling from a hunters bow as the amazon exploded from the sexual experience. The massive stone came crashing down as her absolutely devastated body collapsed in one last surge of resistance. With a final sigh, Wonder Woman was silenced, her body and will broken and beaten.
Ironically, the stone didn't drop more than two feet above the floor. It was made to stop short so it would not absolutely crush its victim. The metal doors opened and Tarra and Yumi stepped in as the block raised back up toward the ceiling. They stood watching in erotic enjoyment at the heroine's unconscious, beaten, sweaty and glistening body as she lay moaning and breathing heavily. Tarra reached down and pulled off Wonder Woman's belt.
"Now we have her for sure. Take her and strip her. I want her tied up nice and tight, the way she was meant to be." Tarra ordered as she held the belt and examined it like a trophy of power. "This is just the start Wonder Bitch, just the start. ITS PARTY TIME!"
Batgirl quickly sunk down behind a pile of old boards as she heard a tremendous crash from the other end of the mill. "What in God's name..." she gasped as she started to make her way back toward the direction Wonder Woman had taken. Trying to avoid any obvious entrances
or windows, Batgirl scoured the main building, hoping to catch site of what was going on. "I know Wonder Woman is tough but, I can't help feeling something just went terribly wrong."
It had taken Batgirl at least 20 minutes to maneuver through the darkness as she tried to avoid the mud, equipment and lumber. Four inch stilettos looked great on her legs but were horrible in mud. She knew this but their erotic feel made her wear them anyway. Then, like a dying animal, a muffled, female scream of utter agony rang out from deep inside the main building.
"Dear God! Diana!" Barbara whispered as she climbed the side of the building to a second story landing. The second story windows were an array of large, cross hatched windows that stretched along the length of the building. Getting in was no problem seeing how most of the glass had been broken out by kids or weather.
She slipped into the dark upper landing and moved slowly behind some huge crates. Suddenly, several flashlights made a small dancing show of lights as a group of women came out of a dark doorway on the first floor.
"Tarra Rogers?!" Batgirl grunted, half knowing something like this was probably right up that lawyer bitch's alley. The arrogant blonde came strutting out, putting on her blouse and glasses. Behind her, two women in ski masks and skin tight, black outfits were carrying a very
shapely, bound and naked body.
"Wonder Woman!" Batgirl gasped. Wonder Woman appeared to be unconscious and completely stripped save her tiara and red boots. Her hands were tied behind her back and her legs were tightly bound together. A thick, cloth gag was tied around her mouth, completely covering the bottom half of her head an pinning her fiery, brunette hair. The two women were carrying her like a carpet, one holding her by her shoulders while the other carried her legs.
"Now how the Heck did they manage that!" Batgirl said as she curled her lips to one side in a half smile of semi-surprise. "I didn't think those bimbos could count to two without taking their blouses off. There's got to be someone else involved. Someone with a wicked, devious mind." she mumbled as she stealthily moved down a wooden ladder and approached the three women from behind several rows of crates.
"Boy, for such a well built bitch, she sure is heavy." rasped Tasha as she and Yumi placed Wonder Woman on the floor to rest.
Batgirl removed her Bat-a-rang from her belt and readied it.
"Are you kidding, she's 90% tit." Tarra said with a smile as she stood over Diana and rested the point of her stiletto, black shoe on the avenger's huge breast.
Batgirl tied one of her bondage ropes to the weapon.
"I wonder if they're real?" asked Tasha as she leaned down and started poking the other breast with her finger, trying to find any sign of an implant.
Batgirl slowly stood up and raised the weapon, aiming it at Tarra's long legs.
"If they aren't, I want her plastic surgeon's number." Tarra replied in a laugh. The three women began to laugh maniacally as Batgirl drew back.
"Laugh this off you... HUMMMMBLMM!!!" Batgirl started to say but as she was just about to let go, an ether soaked handkerchief came down hard over her nose and mouth. The heroine dropped her Bat-a-rang and began twisting about wildly as the fumes forced themselves deep into her lungs. Her thrashing and screaming turned to swaying and moaning then to dull twisting and sighing. Then, the plucky avenger dropped to her knees and then the floor, her eyes rolling up into her head, as she was heavily chloroformed.
The three women had stopped laughing and watched Batgirl's anesthetizing. They then watched as a tall, sleek beauty slowly stepped over the sleeping Batgirl from out of the darkness.
"Good work Catwoman." said Tarra as she walked up to the feline vixen. Catwoman stood wearing a pair of high, six inch, black stilettos, thigh high, black, fishnet stockings with garters, a French cut, bikini bottom, a belt with various compartments, a string bikini top, arm length, silk gloves and her usual cat mask that looked like a pair of cheap, starlet 5 and dime sunglasses.
"Yes, my trap worked Perrrfectly." she said with a rolling purr as she knelt down and started stroking Batgirl's full, round thigh with her gloved hand. "They are both ours now. Let's enjoy them GRRROWL! You three may have Wonder Woman. I have unfinished business with Batgirl." she said as she pulled out some silk tie downs and several handkerchiefs.
"Yes, thank you Catwoman." said Tarra as she skipped back to the other girls and ordered them to pick the amazon up. "I know just the place." Tarra said slapping Diana's flat tummy as she escorted the two women out of the building.
Catwoman continued to stroke Batgirl like she was a long lost pet. She then flipped the heroine on her stomach and pulled her arms behind her back. With the silk tie downs, she criss-crossed Barbara's wrists and secured them with several knots, she then bound her elbows and upper
arms to her chest with a few more long straps. Turning the young girl over, she pulled out a large, red ball gag and pushed it into Barbara's mouth. With leather straps, she secured the gag in place around the girl's head. Using several more silk straps, she meticulously secured Batgirl's legs together at her feet and ankles as though she were enjoying the whole bondage experience.
"Poor Barbara." sighed Catwoman as she stroked the girl's cheek with her hand. "I told you I would get revenge for you spurning my affections. I know you can be broken and I'm going to enjoy making you my number one kitten." she continued as she gently ran her hand between
Batgirl's legs.
"Tom! Tabby! Morris! Get in here!" the vixen screamed. Three very muscular and well built gentlemen wearing all black outfits and black ski masks with their names sewn onto their chests came lumbering out of the darkness.
"Pick up our little honey and take her to the cabin before the chloroform wears off. I want her to wake up with a surprise." Catwoman ordered. The three henchmen eagerly picked up the bound babe and carried her out into the midnight darkness.
The light began to turn from a fuzzy ball into the light from an over head lamp as the anesthetic slowly wore off. Batgirl moaned slowly as she began to regain consciousness. She felt like a patient in a hospital, the scent of the ether still heavy on her breathe and her body feeling dull and numb. She shook her head to wipe away the cobwebs and tried to sit up. Instantly she realized she was tied. Her hands were anchored together at the wrists and to some kind of bed frame. Her feet were apart and tied at the ankles to the base board of a brass bed.
Looking about, she began to twist in panic. She had been stripped but not just her suit. Her mask and wig were also gone. Batgirl was no more and in her place, only Barbara Gordon, librarian lay.
"HMMMMMMBLM!" she cried out from under her gag. A silver, silk cloth was firmly tied around her mouth, preventing her from crying for help. She scoured the room and saw she was tied to a large, king sized bed. The bed was in some kind of log cabin. She could see moonlight peeking through a window over her head as she tried to get an idea of where she was.
Suddenly a figure approached from a table across the room. He was very handsome, with an actors strong jaw and sexy hair. She could tell he was very well built from the physique that penetrated his black suit. He sat on the bed and looked Barbara over with eyes that almost seemed to burn through her with expectation.
"I see you're awake." he said softly, cupping her face in his large hand. "CATWOMAN!" he screamed.
Barbara seized in shock. "Catwoman, HERE!" she thought. Their break up was less than cordial and she remembered the feline's intense threat of absolute revenge. As Catwoman and the other two men entered the room, Barbara began to writhe about in panic, knowing Catwoman's demented, sexual mentality.
"Oh dear GOD!" thought Barbara in horror as Catwoman ran her long fingers slowly over her bare, soft vagina. Her hips rolled slowly upward and around as she tried to avoid the woman's tender touch.
"Perrrrfect, simply perrrrfect. You were always sooo sensitive." growled the vixen as she leaned over and slowly pecked Batgirl's gag where her lips would be. Batgirl was, of course, quite nervous at this point. The cool night air, the kidnapping, the bondage and being so
helpless with no chance of escape was setting every nerve of her's on fire with excitement. Knowing Catwoman, she knew she was really in for some rough treatment. The worst part, however, was the fact that Catwoman knew her sexually, including her fetishes and weaknesses.
"Let me introduce you to my new kittens. I decided to go all out with my new gang. Tom, why don't you introduce yourself to the young lady." Catwoman said as she stepped aside and the huge henchman approached. He pulled off his ski mask revealing a well defined, surfer looking face with blonde hair and deep brown skin. We was very handsome, no, almost gorgeous. Babs had a hard time trying not to look into his deep blue eyes and chiseled face. He then pulled of his black sweater to reveal his bare chest. Barbara just stared in amazement at the man's rippling
stomach muscles and huge, broad shoulders. He was absolutely incredible.
He then slowly pulled off his black pants and boots, stripping himself down to nothing more than a tight fitting G-String. And tight it was too. His penis was incredibly large, almost monstrous as it bulged outward from under the thin piece of cloth. It hung firm and tight between his legs but it was not erect. It was like some huge snake, waiting to burst out and strike at its victim. Barbara instinctively rolled her thighs inward and turned her hips slightly away from him as he approached.
"They call me Tommy the Tommy Gun." he said as he sat down and leaned over her with his broad chest and sleek, muscular arms. "I've broken a lot of women before but never a super heroine. This oughta be fun." he said staring deep into her eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers. Babs, shut her eyes and squealed slightly as he got up and walked over to Catwoman who promptly wrapped her arms across his wide shoulders and began kissing him.
"I'm Tabby but my stage name is Johny Logsplitter." said one of the other men as he approached the bound heroine. He had already stripped himself down most of the way while Barbara watched Tommy and Catwoman French kissed. He tossed his last garment to the floor and stood over the bed. He was almost the antithesis of Tom, having a body builder's huge physique. He stood flexing his enormous arms and legs, tightening every stomach, chest, arm and leg muscle as he stared down at the gapping girl. He nearly resembled Fabio but had a meaner, more sinister look to his eyes. Barbara moaned slightly and turned her head as she saw his crotch. His nickname was definitely true as she stared in horror at his enormous cock. Tommy's was long and slender but his was shorter and way fatter. It hung like an enormous piece of meat between
his super tight, muscular legs.
"You're definitely gonna feel me, BITCH." he said as he roughly placed his huge hand on her bare pelvis and slid it around over her lower tummy. "I like 'em wiggling and ripe." he said with an evil smile.
The last henchman, Morris, pulled off his outfit and stood next to the bed. His physique was similar to Johny's except he was a huge, dark, black man. His entire body was shaved, including his head, which was absolutely bald. Even his legs were smooth and bare. He just grinned
softly as his huge black hand patted her jumpy, white thigh. "Nice piece- o-meat Bitch." he said in approval as he stepped away.
"These three gentlemen are all ex-porn stars that I managed to bail out of the drink. You should feel honored my dear. There are women who dream of having men like this. And to think, you get to have all three, AT ONCE!" she hissed. "Tabby, Morris, soften up our guest while I get in the mood with Tom." she barked as she grabbed Tom and began madly kissing him.
Barbara began to scream wildly as the two muscle bound men approached and climbed on the bed. She pulled against her binds, twisting and kicking about as they grew closer. Roughly they began to put their huge hands on her bare, helpless body, stroking her, petting her thighs and hips as they gapped at the wiggling heroine before them.
Johny then reached up and pulled off her gag. Before she could let out a scream, he smothered her cry with a deep, heavy kiss. Babs twisted her head from side to side as she tried to avoid his mouth but he clamped his hand under her chin and held her in place as he drew a longer and longer kiss from her.
Her desperate coos and moans then turned to high shrieking as she felt something long and wet between her legs. Morris's tongue slid slowly between her lips as he sucked and massaged her vagina and clitoris with his mouth. He grabbed her full, round thighs with his enormous arms and clamped her rolling hips down as he forced his mouth on her. At the same time, Johny let go of her chin and cupped her left breast with his hand. It was like a huge adult playing with a small doll as he cupped the relatively small breast and massaged it around in huge, erotic circles.
She managed to twist her mouth free only to have him smile at her with an arrogant grin. She gritted her teeth in panic as he moved down over her chest and began cupping both breasts with his hands. Like a kid playing with cookie dough, he began to wildly squeeze her 36s, molding
them and teasing them with his well skilled hands. He then barreled down on her and pulled her chest upward, forcing her ripe, erect nipple into his sucking mouth.
Barbara screamed in shock as he began to naw away on her bare breast. The sensation of her nipple and tit being heavily sucked, along with Morris's intense blow job was sending wild ripples of sexual sensation throughout Batgirl's tender body. These guys were professionals and she knew she had to do something before it was too late.
Then, like a pro, Johny rolled to one side of Barbara and moved himself out of her line of sight. Morris sat up and inched his knees under her plump rear. With one hand, he held her right thigh from underneath while he pulled down his g-string and pulled out his cock with the other.
"OH DEAR GOD! NO! Catwoman NO!" screamed Barbara as she began to twist about wildly. She watched in absolute horror as the muscular, black man began stroking his enormous dick with his hand to get it hard. It grew bigger and bigger, sending Barbara into an absolute frenzy. Johny worsened the situation by holding the struggling heroine down and forcing her head forward so she would have to watch. Morris then grabbed her thigh with his other hand and slowly moved his penis forward.
"NO!"
"NO!!"
"NOOOOO!"
"AUUUGHH! GOD!"
Barbara screamed in panic as she saw the tip of his penis pass by the mound of hair between her legs and felt it slowly part her delicate lips. Then, wailing and screaming, she gyrated her hips about frantically as the man's erection pushed its way deeper and deeper inside her. At first the going was very hard. The heroine put up an enormous amount of resistance but the super hard member pushed its way slowly past her defiant vaginal muscles at it sent waves of wild, uncontrollable sensations through Barbara's bare body. Barbara's screams were absolutely deafening as Morris moved his way deeper. She was so tight, so tender, so sensitive. He looked down and watched as his foot long organ pushed its way, like a piston, toward its target, sinking deeper and deeper into her tiny pussy.
"UUUGH! AHHGGHH!! GET IT OUT! GET IT.... NNNGGGUUGGH!!"
Batgirl's hips thrust about wildly as his penis continued its agonizing journey. Every inch was a battle, every millimeter another erotic wave of dominating pleasure and pain. Her vagina lubricated like a broken faucet as the organ made its way toward her womb, disappearing bit by bit inside the fiery heroine. She never knew she could quaff so much. Even her vibrators at home weren't this big.
"UUUUGHH! Got to get free.... before I.... Can't let him take ME!" Batgirl thought as desperation flew through her mind.
She then began to pant an moan deeply as his hips finally pressed against hers and he slid is buttocks down into her lap. He had finally penetrated her all the way and now lay over her, his hips slowly pumping his huge organ in and out of her bound, defenseless body as she wiggled slowly under his ominous form.
"UUGH! God this bitch is tight... so... fucking... TIGHT!." he gasped cringing his eyes as the woman's vagina squeezed down hard on his member. "God, she's so... ugghghn!"
Barbara pushed her hips around as she clamped her muscles in a vain attempt at slowing Morris's progress. This was a sad mistake, however, as the added tightness only served to heighten the man's already excited state. Like an animal, he began to heavily bang Batgirl, pushing his cock in and out of her with increasing frequency and intensity.
"UUGH!"
"UUGH!"
"UUGH!"
"UUGH!"
Moaning with each violent thrust, the wave of sexual excitement began to build deep inside her. As her body was pounded by this huge man, Johny leaned back in and began again to suck and massage her tits. This time, however, he was much more ferocious, groping and squeezing her relentlessly as his mouth sucked hard and deep on her delicate breasts.
Faster and faster Morris pumped. Batgirl's body was slamming about violently now as the ex-porn star continued to quicken his pace. This wasn't just some sexual flaunt with Catwoman. She was being raped, viciously raped, and she was powerless to stop it. This was something
she had dreaded when she became a crime fighter. Being beaten up by criminals was one thing but she was being taken, raped against her will by Catwoman's thugs. Being so helpless at the hands of her captors made her cry in terror. Selena had promised her revenge and now she
fulfilling her threat.
"Fuck her HARDER! Bang HER!" coaxed Johny as he cheered his buddy on.
"You fucking BITCH!" screamed Morris as he forcefully slammed his way harder and deeper into her. Batgirl continued to pant and scream in sexual agony and fear as his thrusts drove her higher and higher. His cock was so huge, she was so helpless. Together, the sensations sent
her spiraling upward as the relentless pumping continued.
Then, the heroine's hips exploded upward, tightening with every muscle in her body. At this point, Morris began thrusting inward, twisting his pelvis around and forcing his pelvis bone against her surging clitoris as he devilishly sent incredible waves of sensations shooting through
her. Her teeth gritted. Her breathing stopped. Her eyes clenched shut as the climatic wave built inside her. Its pressure grew, expanding past her will, past her control. She was like an ant at the foot of a huge tsunami. So weak, so powerless. Every nerve, every muscle began to
explode with excitement. Then...
"AAAAAAUAUUAUUAUAUAUUUUGHGHGHGHGGH!!!!!"
Her scream was that of utter sexual domination. Like the death throws of some wild animal, Batgirl bucked and thrust about horribly as the overpowering climax sent her spiraling down in defeat. At that moment, Morris grabbed the girl's ripe ass and squeezed it hard as he tightened
his body. Gritting and hissing he shook and thrust as his climax overwhelmed him.
"SHSSSSSSSHHHHHHHIIIIITTTTTT!!!!!"
He screamed as he exploded inside his victim. His pelvis continued to pump away slow and deep as he discharged heavily inside the young heroine. Batgirl was now panting and moaning loudly as the first rape tore her mind and body apart. Her rest was only momentary, however, as
Johny's words shattered her serenity and made her freeze in shock.
"Its my turn now." he said as he let Morris slowly retract his soaking penis and he moved into place.
Part 6
The bedroom door burst open and the three women carried Wonder Woman under their arms and into the room. Wonder Woman had revived from the ether and was busy struggling against her bonds and her captors. They carried her gyrating body across the room and tossed her haphazardly on the bed. Then with a flurry, the three women secured Diana to the bed. They untied her legs and resecured each limb to a separate bed post with a pair of extended chain handcuffs. Her hands were untied from around her waist and her bound arms were swung up over her head and tied to the headboard. The three ladies then climbed off the bed and stood as they watched Wonder Woman twist about erotically on the bed in a vain attempt at freeing herself.
The female hoodlums stood for a short while admiring their handy work. Then, with a girlish giggle, they began to strip. All three ladies removed their outfits and laughed as they watched Diana's reaction. Diana was unsure of what was to come. She thought they were just going
to leave her bound and gagged on the bed like all the villains did but the three naked approaching women told her otherwise.
The three vixens began to moan and sigh heavily now as they started moving closer toward the now twisting Wonder Woman. There hands started sliding forcefully over her body, groping and massaging her breasts and legs as the three nymphs started to moan louder and louder. Tarra then
reached up and removed Diana's gag. The heroine let out a snarl of fiery resistance.
"How DARE YOU! I demand to be released at ONCE! You women are all sick, I can help you if you just let me go." Wonder Woman stated arrogantly as she tried her usually rhetoric on the three villainesses.
BLAMM!
"Ah shut up ya CUNT!" screamed Tasha as she punched Wonder Woman across the face.
"Yeah, you bitch. Shut the fuck UP!" Yumi screamed sending her fist hard into Wonder Woman's muscular stomach.
The two women then began smacking and slapping the heroine in a horrific frenzy. Wave after wave of punches rained down on the prone and helpless avenger as the two vixens relentlessly beat her.
"You think you're so hot with these tits! Well, take THIS!" screamed Tasha as she punched her fist as hard as she could square into Diana's left breast. Diana's breasts were very firm and hard. Even after 5 or 6 blows, Tasha was only able to sink her fist in halfway to her wrist.
Yumi then straddled the amazon and began smacking the woman across the face like some wild slapping machine, alternating hands as she sent the heroine's head back and forth. Diana looked like a spectator at a tennis match as her head rocked from side to side. Her brunette hair
sprayed about angrily like sloshing, black paint in a rocking bucket.
The two women then sat back and stood over the panting and now stunned amazon. "That should shut your mouth!" smugly barked Yumi as she spit on the moaning heroine. She then leaned into Diana and grabbed her heaving tits.
"UUUGH! No... more..." moaned Wonder Woman. "Can't you see you all need psychiatric help. Please let me help you..." The avenger pleaded half-groggily.
"I know, that rope of hers. Get it." Tarra ordered. Yumi got up and quickly returned with the golden lasso. Tarra grabbed the rope and wrapped it around Diana's waist. The overwhelming sensation of the magical item sent her body rolling up and around as her mind was taken over by the lasso's effects.
"Now, from what I understand, you have to obey us and do what we tell you." asked Tarra as she held the rope tight around Diana's waist.
"Ye...yes... I must obey...." stammered the avenger as the words were forced from her.
"Good, first, no more speeches! COMPRENDEE!" screamed Tarra between her teeth.
"Yes..."
"Yes what!.."
"Yes.....mistress." replied Wonder Woman.
"Now shut up until we tell you to talk."
"I can't believe we fucking have Wonder Woman!" gasped Yumi as she softly groped Diana's 40 DD breasts.
"Yeh! And that's gotta be worth something." said Tarra as she looked at the other three women and began to smile as a wicked thought came to mind. "I'll be right back." she said with a giddy chuckle as she quickly strutted out of the room. Moments later, she arrived with a tripod and video camera.
"OOOO! Yes!" exclaimed Tasha as she got up and helped set up the AV equipment. "Do you know what a movie about Wonder Woman being GANG BANGED would be worth, especially by three babes like US!" Tarra said laughing as she turned the camera on.
"Dear Hera! YOU CAN'T" screamed Wonder Woman as she saw the little red light come on.
"Villains aren't supposed to do this." Diana thought. "They just tie you up and tell you their plans. THIS ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" she thought in terror.
"No... UUMMPH!... NO!" cried Diana as the women started again to grope her. Her enormous breasts sloshed about uncontrollably as the three women's' hands caressed and stroked her naked body. They were growing more turned on by the second and Diana began to grit her teeth in panic at their obviously growing passion.
"Oh God!" screamed Tasha as she leaned in and started kissing Diana's upper chest and face wildly. The three began going crazy, kissing and massaging Wonder Woman like a pack of animals in a feeding frenzy.
"Oh you Bitch!" screamed Tasha. "OOOHHHH!!" she screamed again as she masturbated herself while she stroked Diana. Then, like a wild woman, she swung her leg over Diana's chest and straddle Diana's face with her thighs and hips.
"Suck me you Bitch! Suck ME!" she screamed as she grabbed Diana hard by her hair and slid her vagina down over the amazon's gasping, horrified face. Wonder Woman surged and rolled about as Tasha began thrusting her hips back and forth, wiping her vagina over Diana's beautiful face and forcing the heroine's mouth into her wet, dripping cunt. As she did this, Tasha started masturbating herself, rubbing her own clitoris and massaging her own breasts as she forced herself on Diana. The lasso compelled Diana to obey and the amazon began to lick the woman's pussy as she was forced to pleasure her rapist.
"HUMMMBBLLLM! NNNNGHMM! NNNMMBBLM!" Diana screamed in shock and disgust as the nymph's heavily lubricating vagina was forcefully wiped across her face and mouth. Diana's body continued to surge about, clenching and pulling at her reins as she fought to resist the disgusting act.
With a loud slap, Yumi whacked her hand across Diana's left breast sending a jello like wave rippling through the enormous mammary. Then with animalistic ferocity, Yumi grabbed both breasts with each hand and squeezed them hard, long and mercilessly like a child plowing her hands into two piles of soft, wet clay. With utter abandonment, Yumi began massaging the enormous tits, sculpting them into plump, erotic canyons of mountainous flesh as she pushed the large breasts about. First apart, then together, then forward against Tasha's ass. Round and round
her hands went sloshing the avenger's breasts like huge slabs of jello. Then, like a hungry vampire, she dove in and sucked Diana's bare, ripe nipple deep into her mouth. With an angry bite she began sucking wildly on the defenseless tit in some vain attempt at milking it dry.
Diana's chest rolled and twisted wildly as her breasts were accosted. The pain, the sensations, the brutality were sending waves of shear panic through Wonder Woman's mind and she began struggling violently to get free, knowing that something worse was yet to come.
No sooner had the thought entered her mind than Tarra began sliding her hand along the inside if Diana's thigh. "Oh you're such a hot Bitch aren't you!" said Tarra teasingly. Then, with a vulgar sweep, she slid her hand over Diana's shaven, bare vagina and ran her long fingers between the avengers lips. "So hot and so Fucking WET!" she screamed as she began wildly rubbing her hands all over Diana's cunt.
Wonder Woman let out a ferocious scream as she felt her crotch being violated. Her hips bucked about wildly as the woman's brutality and forcefulness sent chills and waves of uncontrollable eroticism through the amazon's panicked mind. So helpless, so out of control. She was being raped. RAPED! This can't happen. Her mind raced with these thoughts and the horror and totality of her predicament grew more intense with each moment.
"Oh Yes, That's it Bitch! MMMMMMGGGLM!" Tarra leaned in and began licking Diana's gyrating pussy, driving the amazon wild with fear and sexual sensation. Her mouth plowed deep and mercilessly into Diana, her lips sucking and oscillating like someone sucking spilled milk off a table top. Diana's moans and screams of defiance continued sounding out from under the frantically thrusting brunette as Diana's vagina was viciously violated by this woman's devilish mouth.
Tasha continued sliding herself over Diana's face, pulling Diana's hair as she rode the buxom avenger like a rodeo cowboy breaking a wild filly. The sensations pounded into her by her three rapists were driving Diana mad causing the woman to cry out uncontrollably from under Tasha. "Oh Dear HERA! No... NOT THIS!... NOT THIS!" she screamed in a muffled voice that was drowned out by the young girl's soaking wet cunt.
Yumi sucked hard and pulled her head upward as she stretched the large fleshy mass of Diana's right breast as hard as she could. With both hands she clamped down on the gland and squeezed it as though she were trying to force the last drop of toothpaste out of its tube. Then, violently, she plowed her face back down into Diana's surging chest, burying her cheeks into the center of the huge tit. She then rose up and grabbed the two tits with each hand and started giving them another violent round of intense massaging.
With her fingers, Tarra began feverishly teasing and pinching Diana's exposed clitoris. Her fingers pressed and pulled, flicked and rubbed sending Wonder Woman's hips pounding about and twisting from side to side like a fish flopping on a dry beach. Diana was frantic now and her
body was violently squirming about and gyrating as the vicious and merciless gang rape continued.
"Oh I bet you want some more don't you. I bet you're a big, naughty slut?" teased Tarra as she let up slightly and reached over to the side of the bed. From a bag, she pulled out a long red vibrator and held it ominously over Wonder Woman's thrusting hips. "I bet you love doing
this dirty shit don't you?" she said petting Diana's pussy like it was some whimpering dog. "Do you want a little of this? HUUHH? Do you want THIS?!" she said with a sarcastic force as she callously pushed the dildo into the unsuspecting heroine.
Diana froze in shear terror, knowing instantly what the crude implement was that was being forced upon her. She tightened up and surged upward as she fought to resist its advance. Tarra continued to push hard, inching it slowly and deeply into Wonder Woman's tight, defiant pussy.
With her tongue, Tarra licked and teased Wonder Woman's protruding clitoris, forcing the avenger to loose control of her vaginal muscles and weakening her already depleted resistance. The dildo moved ever deeper, making Diana moan and roll about in shear sexual agony.
Then, with a deep, heavy "UUUUUUUUUGHHH!" Wonder Woman's hips collapsed to the bed as the implement reached its deepest insertion. Instantly she began writhing and bucking about like a wild, trapped animal. She was frantic, desperate and the three ladies knew it. Violently, wildly she tossed and turned trying to fight for freedom.
Tasha had to grab Diana with both hands, almost being thrown off the wild filly by the avengers tantrum of desperation. Yumi bore down on the heroine as well, clamping her arm around Diana's full chest as she increased her sucking to a vicious, merciless pace.
Tarra pulled the vibrator back hard and the tightness caused it to come back slowly. Then, with an intense effort she forced it back in, then back out, then back in. Over and over she plunged it in and out of Diana's defenseless vagina. Like a piston, the vibrator pumped Wonder Woman higher and higher towards uncontrollable sexual devastation.
"You ARE a naughty BITCH aren't YOU!" screamed Tasha as she slapped Diana's stomach as hard as she could and continued pumping the vibrator in and out of the heroine. "Tell me you're a bad girl. Tell me you need to be FUCKED. I order you!"
"I.... I'm a ... bad girl! Sooo bad. I need to be fucked. Teach me a lesson. FUCK MEEE!" Diana cried out from under Tasha's impending pussy. The order to say those things sent Wonder Woman into a spiral of total humiliation. To have to beg to be raped by your enemy, this was
humiliating.
"Oh Yes, so BAD!" agreed Yumi as she switched breasts and started in on the other one.
"SUCK ME CUNT! SUCK ME!" screamed Tasha again and again as Diana's forced oral sex brought the young girl ever closer to climax. Then, like a crazy woman, Tasha grabbed Diana with both hands and shook the avenger's head frantically. "LICK ME CLEAN! LICK IT! LICK IT BITCH!" she ordered forcing Diana's mouth even deeper into her. Diana was compelled to obey and increased her licking, sucking and swallowing of the girl's juices as she was taken.
"Oh you're so BIG! Look how big that cunt is!" Tarra teased as she began twisting and rotating the vibrator in ever widening circles inside Diana's vagina. The amazon began wailing in sensation as the woman viciously bent and deformed the dildo inside her. "Oh yeah, so big. I bet I could fit two of these in there." she added. No sooner had the words hit Diana's ears than the second dildo began tunneling its way underneath the first.
Wonder Woman went absolutely insane. Her hips started convulsing wildly, pounding the king sized bed with each violent thrust. The whole bed shook and rocked as the amazon princess was deeply and horribly penetrated by the two vibrators. At this point Diana's muffled screams
turned to crying wails of desperate agony. The sensations were too much, too overpowering. She was so helpless at the hands of such uncontrollable sexual violence. They were raping her. Pounding her. Tearing away every part of her decency and dignity. Crying and scream she fought to resist what she could never hope to abate.
The climatic wave soared higher and higher as she tightened like a swelling balloon. The three nymphs knew victory was growing near and stepped up their brutal onslaught. Squeezing, pinching, teasing, masturbating; every part, every erotic nerve was stimulated beyond comprehension. Diana Prince surged upward one last time in a final death throw of sexual defiance.
"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!! UUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
The scream would have echoed throughout the island but, the cabin they were in was well isolated. Wonder Woman's violent rape went unheard and unnoticed by the remaining guests. All alone, Diana was trapped in a living hell and she was absolutely powerless to stop her violation.
The three nymph's didn't stop, however. With callous disregard they continued their ruthless onslaught of Wonder Woman's virtue. No time to think, no time to catch her breathe, Diana screamed in shear terror. "HERA, NO! ... Multiple orgas....UUUGHHH!!" Her fear was realized as the constant sexual attacks forced another and another and yet another climax from the costumed avenger. For what seemed like an eternity, Diana's firm, muscular body soared and stiffened, bursting with wave after wave of overwhelming sexual bliss.
Diana's hips then collapsed in utter defeat as the women continued accosting the amazon with total abandonment. Tasha, growing near, stepped up her strokes, sliding her cunt harder and harder over Diana's mouth and face. Then, seizing up, Tasha rose slightly and began masturbating herself as her body tightened.
"AAAAAAGHGHHG!!!"
The girl screamed wildly as she climaxed long and deep. Her body convulsed as the orgasm claimed her and she began thrusting her vaginal muscles in reaction. A thick stream of female cum oozed out into Diana's mouth and into her face as the young girl began lubricating
uncontrollably. She then slid her cunt back down onto Diana's face and began wiping her juices all over the amazon. "Lick me clean. Swallow it all." gasped Tasha as she sprayed herself on Diana. The amazon obeyed, licking and swallowing the girl's discharge without hesitation.
"Let me try." cried Yumi as she pulled the dazed brunette off of Diana and slid into her place. Diana, realizing a new girl was over her began to thrash her head about again trying to resist Yumi's black hared vagina. This was absolutely futile, however, as the young minx easily slid her crotch into place and began forcing Diana to perform the same horrid act on her.
"Did you like that whore? I bet that took the spunk out of you." Tarra said as she pulled out the two vibrators and began licking them clean like a little girl sucking on a ice-pop. Then, with her right hand, she plunged all four fingers into Diana's soar, swollen pussy and slid her hand about like she was molding the inside of a soft, clay pot. In huge, circular motions, she reamed Diana's vagina with her hand, sliding it around the inside of her cunt like it was a vase. "OH YES,
You're a fucking naughty BITCH! You like being fucked by big things. That's why your cunt is so BIG!" she continued taunting Diana with as much crude language as she could.
Diana surged and writhed about in shear agony as the woman continued her brutal, finger exploration. "How's about this for size CUNT!" Tarra screamed as she withdrew her hand and pushed her fist into the frantic amazon. Using her knuckles and twisting her wrist, Tarra began
burrowing her hand into Diana's much too small vagina. Wonder Woman retaliated by convulsing uncontrollable in a wild display of desperate resistance. Both Tarra and Yumi had to clamp their bodies down onto the violently bucking heroine to slow her struggling. The amazon's screams turned into crying sobs and wailing moans as the young girl mercilessly penetrated Diana with her twisting fist. Her hand didn't go in all the way. Instead, her knuckles rode around between Wonder Woman's lips as the girl twisted and rotated her fist trying to burrow it deeper into the frantic amazon.
As the two women continued raping Wonder Woman, Tasha staggered over to a dresser and pulled out a special leather belt. The belt was the harness for a strap on dildo and she wasted no time affixing the biggest dildo she could find to the front. The belt also had a brace that attached to another dildo that she slid inside herself. As the mounted one moved, her dildo would move as well, echoing the motions of the first. She mounted the belt and walked back toward the mountain of women on the bed. She tapped Tarra on the shoulders and the blonde moved aside.
Grabbing Diana's knees, she pushed the amazon's long legs forward until her thighs were perpendicular with her pelvis. Tasha then hung Diana's knees over her shoulders and slid her vibrator toward its target. With a few positioning shifts of her hips, Tasha aimed her weapon and...
"NNNNNNNNGGHHHUUUUGHH!!"
Wonder Woman exploded upward as the head of the dildo punched its way past her sore and swollen lips and deep into her aching cunt. For several seconds Tasha twisted and turned her hips as she brutal sent the dominating toy deeper toward its ripe target. After about a minute
of agonizing penetration, Tasha's hips met Diana's jiggling buttocks as the dildo was fully inserted inside the amazon.
The three women then went to town. Yumi continued riding Wonder Woman's face, forcing her to lick and suck while Tarra grabbed the princess's huge mammaries and feasted on her enormous endowment. Tasha was merciless as she twisted and shoved, pumped and pushed. The amazon's hip reactions sent erotic waves through her dildo, into the belt and into the dildo inside Tasha. The three women and the super heroine formed a mountainous mass of erotic female flesh as Wonder Woman's brutally gang banged body surged about helplessly under the vixens'
hellish onslaught. Then with another lunge of desperation, Diana's hips shot upward and collapsed in another horrific series of climaxes.
Seeing Tasha, Tarra got up and grabbed a belt for herself. "Lets give her our specialty." grinned Tasha as she helped Tarra with her strap on. "Yes, the bitch tamer." Tarra grinned giving Tasha a wet, French kiss.
Yumi screamed wildly as she too climaxed over Diana. She dismounted and the three women sat on the bed watching the buxom heroine moaning and groaning from the horribly devastating experience. Uncuffing her feet, Tasha remove Diana's leg cuffs and the three women turned Wonder Woman on her stomach. As they did this, Tarra slid along side Diana and let the two girls roll the amazon over on top of her. Diana now lay on her stomach draped over Tarra, her arms tied and stretched out over her head and her legs laying lifeless to either side of Tarra's hips. Diana's eyes were heavy and foggy and she stared down in a glassy haze at Tarra with her mouth hanging open dull and wide as she gasped slowly. Tarra grabbed Diana by the back of the head and began French kissing the woman madly.
"Poor, sweet Wonder Woman. Farewell" softly whispered Tarra in Diana's ear. At that moment, Yumi grabbed Tarra's mounted dildo and helped guide it into Diana's bare vagina. Wonder Woman reeled her head back as the fat implement penetrated her and pushed its way ever deeper inside her. Tarra grabbed the writhing heroine by her full, plump ass and cupped each buttock as she pushed her dildo in and out of Wonder Woman.
At that moment, the giddy brunette slapped Diana's jiggling ass and slid herself between the avenger's legs. Using her hands to part the amazon's large cheeks, she carefully aimed her devastating toy and plunged it hard into Diana's unsuspecting anus.
"UUUUGH! NO! HERA, Get it OUT! GET IT OUT! STOP!....." Diana screamed feverishly as Tasha pushed the dildo slowly past her defiant anal muscles and deeper into her ass. Diana twisted wildly as she tried to escape the penetration. As she raised her hips, Tasha pushed her rear back down with increasing pressure from the dildo. Wonder Woman was nothing more than a flailing, helpless piece of she-meat in a diabolic lesbian sandwich of sexual torture and her struggling only added to everyone's sexual excitement.
The three women and the heroine began wrestling each other as Diana tried to free herself and her tormentors tried to keep her in place. Diana panted and breathed like a chugging steam train as both women continued pounding her down. Then, suddenly, Tasha's body jerked
downward as her hips dropped several inches. Tasha's dildo had succeeded in overcoming the avenger's resistance and it sank fast and deep into the mountainous rear. Wonder Woman's head shot straight up and her eyes bulged out in an unholy expression of absolute, sensual overload as the dildo slipped inside. No scream, no shriek, no cry for help. Her teeth clenched and her body shook as she lost all control of her mind and her body. The climax was horrendous. It blasted through her like a hurricane in a wind tunnel and the light faded from her sight as she passed out from the devastation.
"GGLLMM...NOO!!!" screamed Batgirl.
The king sized bed was shaking violently now as all three men enjoyed their captured prize. Johny was on his back, his huge arms clapped around Batgirl's reddened, tender breasts and using them to pin her. Johny's enormous cock was slowly burrowing its way deep into Barbara's
anus as the young heroine tried to wiggle her hips free. Tommy was on top of the struggling heroine, his penis slowly pushing its was deep into her sore vagina as he mounted her rolling hips from on top. Morris was kneeling over Batgirl's face. His hands clamping her head still as
his cock moved past her lips and down her rasping throat.
"MMMM... I just love it when you're penetrated." teased Catwoman as she sat on the bed and watch the erotic spectacle. "I want you gentlemen to all climax at once. She needs to be fucked good and I want every part of her inseminated." purred Catwoman as she started to slowly
masturbate herself. The villainess had stripped herself and was now completely naked as she sat entertaining herself on the bed.
"OH GOD... NO! NO!... GOD..." Barbara cried out in her thoughts as the enormous men moved deeper inside her plucky, little body. Each cock sank deeper and deeper, disappearing slowly into their respective orifices. The men were grimacing in pain as their members were squeezed so tightly into the young girl's tight body.
It took nearly 10 minutes of agonizing penetration before the three studs were completely inside Batgirl. Then the pumping began. Brutal, intense, relentless and merciless. The poor girl's body was nothing but a fragile doll at the hands of three huge gorillas as she was gang banged. Her legs flailed about, her body twisted in terror. Three enormous cocks so deep inside her. She was absolutely helpless and wild sexual sensations raced through her erotically tortured mind, blotting out all possible coherent thought.
The three then began to seize. There massive, muscular bodies tightened and shook as they grew closer toward the devastating climax. Batgirl was beyond climaxing. Her body was in a constant state of climaxing as wave after wave of multiple orgasms continued to tear her will
violently apart. Her body was nothing more than a bucking, convulsing female form as the men's insertions continued to blast her down.
After another few minutes, the gang tightened ever upward, pushing Barbara's flailing body along with the unified orgasm. She screamed, she cried, she groped and clawed. Nothing could stop them, nothing could save her....
"AAAGHHGGGHGHGHG!!!"
"NNNNGHGHGHGH!!!!!!"
"GGGAAWWWWWWGGHHHH!!!"
All three rapists exploded at once causing them to pump away madly into the heroine's taken body. They grabbed and pinned her struggling form as they pumped and forced every drop of their unwelcome manhood deep into her helpless anus, vagina and mouth. For several agonizing
minutes, all Barbara could do was thrash about slowly as she was forced to swallow huge amounts of Morris's discharge. The semi-white fluid came out between her soft, red lips and trickled slowly down her chin and over her cheeks. The other two men were deeply coming as well. Her anus began to ooze cum as Johny's cock filled her ass with his fluid. Tommy's discharge pumped deep into Barbara's unprotected womb and her brown muff became soaked with sweat, lubricant and cum. The three enjoyed their rape-fest, wildly banging Batgirl as the finished their climax.
After about 10 minutes, the three moved aside and let Catwoman in. The vixen had put on a belt with a strap on dildo and she slid her legs between Barbara's as she moved in on top of the panting heroine.
"UUGH! NO... God No.. please, I beg you... Stop pleeeeaassseee.." Barbara cried, her tears streaming down her face as her beaten and raped body lay helpless under Catwoman's sexually turned on form.
"Not on your life sweet cheeks. You left me. Nobody does that. Hssssss." The cat hissed as she moved the fat dildo into place an plunged it into Barbara's sore and widened cunt. Batgirl's head rolled back in sexual agony as she was again penetrated. The fiery cat twisted and pushed her implement forward, relentlessly pounding it deep into Batgirl's pussy.
As she did this, Catwoman began to pant wildly in erotic pleasure. She was raping her ex-lover and her nemesis, she was taking the woman that had scorned her. A woman that was an icon, a symbol of purity and decency. Dominating, relentlessly dominating the only woman that had
ever beaten her. This bitch had to be taught a lesson and Catwoman was nearly frantic from sexual bliss knowing she was finally going to put the great Batgirl in her place, once and for all.
Both women were panting and screaming wildly as their female union continued to grow closer and closer. Batgirl was utterly devastated.
This woman loved her, cared for her and now this feline vixen was brutally raping her. It wasn't a matter of love or relationships anymore, this villainess was out to totally and horrificly dominate Batgirl and the avenger now knew the line had been crossed. Catwoman had turned back into the old enemy she had fought so many times before. This time, the horror of being totally dominated removed any thought she had that she would get a chance to face her ex-lover again as heroine and villainess. She was losing. BADLY.
Back in the cabin Yumi was now on top of Wonder Woman, riding the frantic brunette as she plunged her strap on dildo in and out of the restrained amazon. Diana continued to shriek and cry out as the Asian pounded her will away.
For some reason that she couldn't fathom, Tarra and Tasha had left Yumi to alone entertain Diana, saying they would be back. The heroine had tried several times to escape but her hands were bound too tightly and the effects of the Orgasmabeam, the anesthetics and being raped had taken much of her energy.
The barely 5 foot diminutive looking Asian girl contrasted sharply with the over 6 foot tall Amazon princess writhing beneath her. Yumi realized that she had something that few women ever get. Absolute power and control over another.
Diana's every squirm, moan, grunt of pain or cry of pleasure were hers to give or coax out. She alternately thrust the entire 12 inch length of the massive dildo into the helpless heroine's pussy or slowly withdrew it in short, erratic inch at time movements. Each movement, each change of angle, each varying of speed and pressure elicited a different moan from the orgasm dazed Amazon's lips.
And Yumi played Wonder Woman's moans like an a composer producing a symphony of sexual pleasure and agony.
"Please! Please! I can't take any more!" Diana half gasped, half moaned between Yumi's strokes.
Yumi slowed down her gyrations enough to then concentrate on the Amazon's massive breasts. She took the erect nipples in each hand. The twin aerolas were swirled up tight like large, massive wrinkled prunes topped with erect nipples almost an inch long.
Yumi alternated gently pulling on the nipples in different directions. It took some work as she had to balance herself on her elbows on Wonder Woman's rib cage. But with a little practice she was able to coordinate her movements between her thrusting hips and milking Diana's breasts with her hands or alternately pushing or pulling on the breasts.
Yumi knew she had finally arrived at the right combination of timing, thrusting, pulling and pushing as Diana's breath grew more ragged and her moans grew louder.
"Please! No more! Pleeeaassseeee!!!!"
Yumi felt the Amazon's leg and abdominal muscles start to tighten and tremble in pre orgasmic tension. This was a now predictable sequence that she, Tara and Tasha had elicited and observed more times than she could count now. Was it 7 or was it 10 times that they had forced an orgasm from the once proud Princess.
What number it was didn't matter. What did matter was how and when she would allow Diana to experience this next one.
"OK. Maybe I'll give you a break." she whispered into Diana's ear as she slowly withdrew the large dildo, inch by slow inch, from the ravaged and ravished heroine's pussy.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you." The Amazon blurted in a half whispered babble between moans as she felt the giant phallus withdraw from her throbbing pelvis.
"But then again," Yumi said, just as she had the tip of the artificial cock just barely between Diana's vaginal lips, "Maybe not!" as she pulled Diana's distended nipples up and out in opposite directions and thrust down with one powerful stoke.
"UGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!"
Yumi continued to pound away at the helpless heroines virtue and psyche. The Amazon Princess's moans turned to wails as she felt another orgasm building inside of her. It was coming from somewhere deep inside. Rising like the fabled mythical Phoenix her orgasm arose out of the ashes of her tattered virtue and shredded dignity.
As Diana's moans, and groans of helpless pleasure grew louder, longer and increasingly desperate, Yumi slowed the pace of her thrusts and their intensity. She felt the Amazon's legs and belly going taut and starting to tremble again. She felt the once mighty woman start to give in once again to the inevitability of her climax.
"OH!"
Thrust
"PLEASE!"
Thrust
"HERA!"
Thrust
"HELP!"
Thrust
"ME!!!!"
And Yumi stopped. The Amazon Princess's breaths came in ragged gasps. Yumi lay still for a few minutes, gently kneading the Super Heroine's prodigious breasts as Diana's breathing slowly returned to normal.
Just as she her prey's legs start to relax around her and unclench, with a sharp movement of her hips she withdrew the entire massive rubber cock out from the Amazon's pelvis in a single stroke.
"AAUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"
Yumi let go of Diana's nipples, stood up and got off the bed. She crossed over out of Diana's vision. Out of the still gasping woman's sight, she picked up a vibrator. It was still slick form its previous effective and devastating use on the Glamazon's clit. Yumi turned and hid it behind her back with one hand.
She approached the panting Diana, the massive rubber cock swaying and bobbing from side to side as she approached and looked down on her. The once mighty maid was now a heaving, panting pile of dominated womanhood trussed up on sweat and cum stained sheets. Her eyes were glazed over, her mind obviously elsewhere as her breasts rose and fell in time to the ragged gasps of her breaths.
"No more. Please no more." she whispered between breaths.
Yumi looked down and smiled. She bent over Wonder Woman's head and took her chin in her right hand. As the Amazon Princess's eyes slowly focused on her tiny tormentor, a growing look of fear crept into her face.
"Please I can't take anymore. I beg you, I'll do anything. Anything" the once mighty Amazon pleaded.
"Anything? Reaalllyyyyy." Yumi murmured with a half smile. "It seems to me that you really don't have much choice in the matter."
Diana just stared up at Yumi, not knowing but fearing what ever was coming next. What else could this little woman do to her? She had had her own sexuality used against her as a weapon. She had orgasms to numerous to count forced out her. She had face slapped, her breasts mauled, been forced to lick all three of her tormentor's pussies, been raped vaginally and anally and double penetrated. What else could this little she demon want?
"But since you're offering, what I would like is a kiss."
"A kiss!" Diana gasped in disbelief.
Yumi paused for a moment as then smiled down on the surprised and fearful Amazon.
"Yes, a kiss. Passionate and freely given."
Diana turned her head away for a second. Tears started to dribble from the corner of her eyes. They had done all this to her and now this little she demon, a woman not 2 hours ago she could have crushed between her thumb and forefinger had her begging, begging for the privilege to kiss her.
She half turned her head back and looked up at the Asian woman smiling down on her. The smile was full of pleasure and something else. Feeling like a trapped bird willingly offering herself up to the Cheshire Cat smile of her tormentor, Diana slowly nodded her head.
Yumi pulled Diana's chin up with her right hand and bent her lips down to the defeated Amazon's lips.
Just before their lips met, Yumi paused long enough to whisper "This is no chaste, sisterly kiss. Kiss me like you mean it and I will end your torment. Do not, and we will see what pleasures can still be pried form your body."
Wonder Woman's eyes went wide. She gasped, swallowed and then steadied her breathing. After all, what choice did she have. She was still tied down in this sweaty bed. This woman could do anything she wanted to her and she knew it.
With a final sigh, she blinked and then nodded her head in ascent.
Yumi lowered her lips gently to the Amazon's mouth. She felt Wonder Woman's lips gently part and her tongue, still tasting of Yumi and the other women, gently probe out.
Yumi sighed with pleasure and gently met Diana's tongue with her own. The two tongue's twirled and gently thrust and withdrew as they jockeyed for position. Yumi moaned in the pleasure of the kiss and triumph.
She had the mighty Wonder Woman in her complete control and could do anything she wanted.
As the kiss continued and slowly built in intensity, both women's breathing started to become shorter and more forceful. Yumi could tell Diana was putting everything she had into this kiss to both please her and end her torment which made...
...her next action all the sweeter. While the Amazon was focused on pleasing her diminutive tormentor, Yumi brought the vibrator from behind her back with her left hand and still out of Diana's sight, poised it over Wonder Woman's once again vulnerable clit and pussy.
It took every bit of stretching, contorting and control she had to both maintain contact with her prey's lips and position the devastating device just millimeters above where it would have maximum impact. With a final flick her left thumb Yumi turned on the device and brought it to bear on Diana's exposed and vulnerable femininity.
Wonder Woman's eyes flew wide with surprise as she let out a moan of, well, pleasure and shock. She tried to break the ongoing kiss but Yumi maintained her grip on the Amazon's chin and continued to tongue fuck her mouth as she plunged the now pulsing vibrator against Diana's clit and back into her pussy.
Clit and pussy. Clit and pussy. The alternating stimulations and vibrations rapidly brought the thrice delayed orgasm boiling to the surface. Diana's moans grew louder, her limbs strained against their restraints, her hips bucked in a desperate attempt to escape the waves of intense pleasure and stimulation assaulting her groin as Yumi continued to deeply soul kiss her.
The tiny Asian woman first felt, than heard Diana's massive orgasm begin to erupt. It came from deep inside of her and was only barely second in intensity to the one forced out of her by Lord Overstreet's Orgasmabeam on maximum intensity.
Suddenly Wonder Woman went stiff as every muscle in her body went taunt in anticipation of her approaching climax that was barreling through her like a freight train. Her muscles quivered and strained to the point that only the back of her head and her heels were in contact with the bed as her body arched and strained against the impending climax.
Yumi fought for balance and to maintain her contact and control of this powerful woman. Even in her weakened condition she had nearly bucked the tiny woman off the bed. But Yumi hung on and continued her passionate lip lock and devastating assault on the Amazon maid's womanhood.
With a final rush, Wonder Woman screamed in both pain and pleasure as she experienced a massive orgasms that up until her capture, she hadn't even thought was possible.
She continued to writhe and moan mindlessly, her eyes unfocused, her mind elsewhere as Yumi continued to tease her with the vibrator. She continued this way for a minute or so before she broke her kiss and then turned off the vibrator.
She looked down on the still moaning and wirthing Amazon and smiled.
"I know I promised I would stop if you kissed me freely," she half whispered as she unstrapped the massive dildo from around her pelvis and letting it fall to the floor.
Yumi sat down on the edge of the bed as she turned the vibrator back on and placed it against her own clit. She gasped with pleasure. And just before she began the very short process of eliciting her own orgasm which was lurking just below the surface, she turned to Wonder Woman one last time and whispered.
"But I lied." and then gasped with pleasure as she felt her own climax rising from her depths.
It may have been minutes. It may have been hours. Suddenly, the door to the cabin opened and a group of women entered. Tarra and Tasha walked in escorted by... "HERA! NO!" gasped Wonder Woman as Victoria Madison and her two cohorts Nic and Nac arrogantly entered the room.
"Well, I had to see it to believe it. The great Wonder Woman, all trussed up like a sausage." grinned Victoria as she sat on the bed and grabbed Diana hard by the chin. "You and your little friend Bat-cunt thought you were cute doing those things to me. Well, its payback time BITCH!... Hey wait a minute!" she growled looking back at Tarra with a suspect expression.
"What is this! This ain't Wonder Woman. Its that busy-body Diana Prince." she hissed pushing Diana head to one side. Suddenly, a wave of silence washed over the room as all six women stared at each other with growing expressions of realization. Like cash registers they all rang
up $ALE at the same time.
"NO!.... UUUGH! NO!" Diana screamed as the six women loomed over her.
"Well, well. We now know the great Wonder Woman's secret identity." gasped Tarra clapping her hands in absolute joy. "Its party TIME!" she screamed. With that, all six women piled on top of the now frantically screaming heroine and started again to pulverize her virtue straight to
the bottom of her already humiliated soul.
Batgirl screamed again and again. She came. She exploded. She burst from shear sexual agony. Catwoman screamed with her, slamming her wide hips hard and deep into the young heroine's already tortured lap. The vixen was relentless, uncaring, cold and brutal. She was a true she-cat in every sense of the word and the scratches across Batgirl's chest, legs and face proved it. Then, with one last forceful plunge, Selena nearly lifted Batgirl off the bed as both women soared toward overwhelming bliss. Barbara's tear stained eyes shot open, her fists clenched in agony so hard her nails drove themselves into her palms. Her body seized like a cattle-prodded
heifer, then, she exploded like a cannon. She collapsed without a sound to the bed, her glaring eyes slowly closing as the climax sucked away the last of her resistance.
Catwoman panted and huffed as she leaned back and grabbed Batgirl's chin with her hand. Running her index finger over the young girl's wet, cum stained lips, she sprouted a devious smile.
"She's mine. MINE! The great Batgirl has finally been DEFEATED!" Catwoman screamed jumping off the bed and throwing her arms around her male kittens. "Quick boys, before she comes out of it, fuck her till you're dry!"
With that order, the three hulks climbed back onto the bed and began again to gang bang the now delirious and dominated avenger.
It had been nearly three horrific hours since Victoria showed up. Diana lay bruised, beaten and utterly devastated on the bed, tied spread eagle and gagged with somebody's long ago discarded underpants. Her lasso still kept her in check and a small part of her wished she had burned the damn thing years ago. The other women had satiated themselves and had set about drinking wine, tequila or anything else they could find in the liquor cabinet. Victoria had other plans,
however, plans that involved lots of revenge.
Diana's tears had all but soaked her face. Her hair was greasy and slick from the huge amounts of female lubricant that was spread over her face and head from the hours of forced oral sex she was compelled to perform by her lasso. Her breasts were puffy and lifeless. They lay beaten and pounded like two over-kneaded lumps of dough on her bruised and scratched chest. Her stomach, arms, chest and legs were covered with lumps and bruises from the hours of gang raping. Her vagina was dripping as a vibrator still hummed away trying to force yet another orgasm from her. The worst part was her rear. She had been brutally back holed. Her anus had been stretched and spread by every conceivable implement the women could find. She had never been widened so badly and the curled opening lay spread and oozing with female lubricant.
The sound of zippers being pulled shut echoed through the cabin as Catwoman finished pulling up the last large ring on Batgirl's new suit. Batgirl was zipped into a huge, black vinyl body glove. The suit hugged her like a super tight second skin and she resembled a black statue on
top of a trophy, the kind with the legs and arms molded together into one curvaceous, female mass. Her arms were well clamped to her sides and her breasts made noticeable mountains with tiny, nipple peaks in the suit. It completely covered her, including her head, face and hair.
The only hole was a small slit for her nose so she could breathe, which she was now doing quite heavily. Her mouth was securely gagged under the suit with a wide swath of duct tape.
The three now dressed henchmen picked up the lifeless heroine and carried her to the middle of the floor. The furniture and rugs had been moved to one side and a green, plastic tarp had been rolled out on the floor. It nearly covered the floor and was absolutely soaked with dish
detergent. They tossed the avenger on the tarp letting her body slide about in the soap. Batgirl moaned deeply and slowly as she began to twist around.
"I see you're not dead yet." chortled Catwoman as she sat on the corner of a table, crossed her legs and filed her nails. "Well that's good because I've got something extra special for you. This is so sick, I haven't even tried this." she smiled as she blew off the nail debris and looked down at the mass of heroine on the floor.
"If you haven't noticed by now, and I seriously doubt you haven't noticed, I've inserted a special vibrator in your pussy. It's like any other vibrator, seeing how it runs on electricity but, oh dear, there are no batteries." Catwoman said sarcastically as she shook her head and made a "nt nt nt nt" sound.
"Instead, your new suit, which I must say fits you quite well, is lined with a net of tiny wires sewn inside. Through induction they will power your new companion. Now, where might the electricity come from?" Catwoman asked as she rolled her eyes around in an over acting motion
and shrugged her shoulders. "Could it be from hmmm... maybe... hmmmm... THESE POWER CORDS FROM A WALL OUTLET!" she barked in her best church lady imitation.
Barbara Gordon began to scream under her gag as she heard Catwoman. No sooner did she start panicking than Catwoman dropped the exposed ends of a stripped power cord onto the mat and into the soapy water solution. Sparks and tiny bolts of electricity shot about on the mat as
Batgirl screamed in horrific pain. Her now lively body bucked and flopped around like a fresh fish on a hot beach as she was riddled with electric shocks. The electricity crackled and sizzled as it sent sporadic bolts through her suit and into the vibrator. The toy's super charged motor would start up and shut down over and over again in a diabolic rhythm sending blasting sexual waves through Barbara's electrocuted body.
The pain and sexual sensation were already too much. Coupled with the nearly eight hours of horrific sexual torture, Barbara couldn't even think about who she was, where she was, why she was there or how to get free. She was now a mindless, sexual vegetable simply responding to
stimuli like an ameba under a bright light. Her conscious mind had completely shut down and all her subconscious knew was the agony and ecstasy forced upon her by the mysterious cat figure that dominated her dark, nightmarish dreams.
"Oh, YES! SQUIRM BITCH SQUIRM! You sanctimonious, self righteous, goody two shoes whore. You're just as bad as the rest of us. Just as dirty and oh what a little slut!" Catwoman's taunts rained down on the fettered heroine as she rolled around on the mat. The woman's words
echoed through her sending her even deeper into utter humiliation.
More pain, more sensation, the blackness encompassed her. Her heart seized, her breathe grew short. She was dying, her body and mind seperating as her heart stopped and she began to shut down. Falling deeper and deeper, Batgirl plummeted toward a sexually agonizing death. Her vision faded, her mind turned to black. The end would come from her final climax. Tighter and tighter. Closer and closer. Her back arched, her muscles shuttered. She was coming....
Suddenly, the whole cabin went black. "What the...!" Catwoman barked.
"Must have been the fuses Catwoman." said Morris as he flipped on a flashlight. "I guess we popped more than Batbimbo's cherry." he laughed as the four stood over the now moaning Batgirl.
"I've got an idea. It'll be light in 20 minutes. Pick her up and follow me." ordered Catwoman as she slinked out of the cabin into the early morning air.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
Diana had stopped moving after the 30th or so blow. It had been two hours since Victoria and Nic had started their food escapade. Empty containers of soda, milk, salad dressing, soap, cake frosting, orange juice, pudding, ice cream, oatmeal, lotion and any other available liquidy substances littered the cabin floor. Diana was now tied facing one of the support posts, with her hand over her head and her mouth gagged with a ball and leather straps. A rainbow of disgusting fluids streamed down between her long, muscular legs, staining her hips and legs with streaks of mustard, orange juice, pudding, milk and anything else that had poured out of her. Her lasso hung loosely around her waist and was the only thing compelling her to stand. The women had
also forced the amazon to wear a really high pair of black stiletto heels as they ordered her to remain standing in "a nice and slutty pose".
She hung like the lifeless catch of the day from her arms as Victoria let loose with another crack of her cat-o-nine-tails. All the women had enjoyed a round of "whip-the-heroine" and Diana was pelted and red with welts across her sagging rear and loose back.
"GODDAMN BITCH!"
"SLUT"
"WHORE"
On and on the beating continued.
After a bit, Tarra Rogers walked up totting a bottle of tequila and grabbed Diana by the chin. Diana's eyes were heavy and dull as she stared like a zombie toward the ceiling. "Ain't no use spankin' 'er" Tarra said with a slur. "She's wouldn't feel it anyway BUUURRPPP."
"'ere, 'ave a drinky pooh." she babbled pouring the liquor over Diana's gag and down her chest. "OOPs! My you just can't hold your booze can ya, BITCH!" Tarra scoffed. Then, with a heft kick, she sent her knee hard into Diana's crotch, doubling the heroine over and sending her
straight to the floor. Wonder Woman lay curled up on the floor, unconscious, beaten, gang raped and totally humiliated.
"What are we going to do with jug queen." asked Yumi as she prodded Diana's lifeless body with her high-heel.
"Our little heroine is going to have a big-ol-accident." stammered Tarra as she grabbed Diana by her hair and shook her head like a little girl tearing at a doll.
Part 7
Barbara Gordon's vision was still immensely foggy as she felt a rope being pulled tight around her chest. She moaned slowly but her body wouldn't respond. Even without being tied, she probably couldn't move anyway. Then, she recoiled like a beaten animal as the sight of her
tormentor's face loomed over her. With a loud whacking slap across the face, Catwoman shook Batgirl awake. "So nice of you to join us sweet cheeks. I see you're still alive. Good."
Batgirl slowly raised her sore head and neck, and looked around at her predicament. She was tied on her back to a huge log which was about twice as thick as she was. Her arms were tied over her head and her legs were tied very wide apart and to the sides of the log. Several coils of rope pinned her legs, waist and arms to the log basically making her a permanent part of it. She was so sore and tired, her head simply dropped like a rock as she lay back down. She was completely stripped and lay naked to the world and spread across the coarse, hard tree trunk.
"Its just like one of those "Puuurrrrerils of Pauline" serials." Catwoman gasped clapping her hands together. "The poor bound and gagged heroine is tied to the log and sent slowly down the conveyor toward the buzz saw. The huge blade whirs and zings, cutting the log as the young
damsel struggles for freedom. The only puuurrrroblem is, there's no mountie to save you." she said with a giggle as she leaned over Barbara and slowly ran her clawed fingertip down Batgirl's nose. "I've got all the mounties. TOMMY!"
The henchman threw the breakers and the monstrous cutter started up. The huge, circular blade began spinning at high speed as it sat like a chomping pacman waiting for Batgirl's log to chew on. Batgirl looked down her body, between her legs and at the saw and began to scream. It was lined up perfectly with her crotch. Tears of terror streamed down her face as the log began moving toward the steel blade of death.
"Tata Batgirl. Just like you, we have to "SPLIT"." Catwoman laughed as she put her arms around her goons and skipped out of the mill. "By the way, we found the next clue." she bragged taping a manila envelope with her Cat nails. "Too bad you won't live to see it. BWAHAHAHAHAHA" Batgirl lay twisting and struggling against her ropes as death came closer and closer. "It can't end like this... NOT THIS!"
"'ere, 'ave a drinky pooh." she babbled pouring the liquor over Diana's gag and down her chest. "OOPs! My you just can't hold your booze can ya, BITCH!" Tarra scoffed. Then, with a heft kick, she sent her knee hard into Diana's crotch, doubling the heroine over and sending her
straight to the floor. Wonder Woman lay curled up on the floor, unconscious, beaten, gang raped and totally humiliated.
"What are we going to do with jug queen." asked Yumi as she prodded Diana's lifeless body with her high-heel.
"Our little heroine is going to have a big-ol-accident." stammered Tarra as she grabbed Diana by her hair and shook her head like a little girl tearing at a doll.
Part 7
Barbara Gordon's vision was still immensely foggy as she felt a rope being pulled tight around her chest. She moaned slowly but her body wouldn't respond. Even without being tied, she probably couldn't move anyway. Then, she recoiled like a beaten animal as the sight of her
tormentor's face loomed over her. With a loud whacking slap across the face, Catwoman shook Batgirl awake. "So nice of you to join us sweet cheeks. I see you're still alive. Good."
Batgirl slowly raised her sore head and neck, and looked around at her predicament. She was tied on her back to a huge log which was about twice as thick as she was. Her arms were tied over her head and her legs were tied very wide apart and to the sides of the log. Several coils of rope pinned her legs, waist and arms to the log basically making her a permanent part of it. She was so sore and tired, her head simply dropped like a rock as she lay back down. She was completely stripped and lay naked to the world and spread across the coarse, hard tree trunk.
"Its just like one of those "Puuurrrrerils of Pauline" serials." Catwoman gasped clapping her hands together. "The poor bound and gagged heroine is tied to the log and sent slowly down the conveyor toward the buzz saw. The huge blade whirs and zings, cutting the log as the young
damsel struggles for freedom. The only puuurrrroblem is, there's no mountie to save you." she said with a giggle as she leaned over Barbara and slowly ran her clawed fingertip down Batgirl's nose. "I've got all the mounties. TOMMY!"
The henchman threw the breakers and the monstrous cutter started up. The huge, circular blade began spinning at high speed as it sat like a chomping pacman waiting for Batgirl's log to chew on. Batgirl looked down her body, between her legs and at the saw and began to scream. It was lined up perfectly with her crotch. Tears of terror streamed down her face as the log began moving toward the steel blade of death.
"Tata Batgirl. Just like you, we have to "SPLIT"." Catwoman laughed as she put her arms around her goons and skipped out of the mill. "By the way, we found the next clue." she bragged taping a manila envelope with her Cat nails. "Too bad you won't live to see it. BWAHAHAHAHAHA" Batgirl lay twisting and struggling against her ropes as death came closer and closer. "It can't end like this... NOT THIS!"
The cold chill of the lake water shot through Wonder Woman's bare body like thousands of tiny daggers as the bucket of water brought her violently to consciousness. Immediately, Diana began to feel disoriented and dizzy as what she was laying on began to rock and roll about. Wonder Woman lay curled up in a small, two man, inflatable raft. The women had completely cocooned her in duct tap. Her amazon body lay like a fly tied in a spiders web, her arms taped behind her back and her legs bound tightly together. Tape ran everywhere, around her legs, arms, chest, shoulders, stomach, knees, ankles, almost any part of her that could move was securely taped. Her hands were the worst part. The women had used an entire roll of tape to bundle her hands into one mass of gray, sticky tape securing the ends of her arms into one huge glob of plastic. Several coils of tape were wrapped around her mouth and over and around her head. Her hair was a snarled, sticky mess under the tape and the only part of her head exposed was her eyes, nose and cheeks which bulged out and over the tape around her mouth.
"Wakey wakey." screamed Tarra as she flung the tequila bottle sending it bouncing off Wonder Woman's taped chest and into the water. "We decided you needed a nice, relaxing boat ride." Tarra laughed as she stood arrogantly on the dock.
"Yeah, a ONE WAY boat ride." screamed Victoria as she untied the little boat and gave it a kick with her shoe. "Have a nice trip... see ya next FALL!" she joked and with that all the women began to laugh at the bound up heroine as her boat caught the current and started down stream.
"You think she'll stand a chance?" asked Victoria as they watched the boat head down stream.
"Nah, those falls are hundreds of fee.. hundreds of fee... really high. She go SPPPPPLLLLAAAAATTTTT like a heroic pancake." replied Tarra as she staggered off the dock with her to cohorts and headed back toward the cabin.
Wonder Woman twisted and pulled at the tape as the boat began to pick up speed. Far off the roar of Glouster falls grew closer as the heroine raced toward certain DOOM. "Only minutes... must get free...dear Hera... Its HOPELESS!"
Part 8
"Damn this water is COLD!" Wonder Woman thought as her tiny raft bounded and plunged in and out of the river's frothy, ice cold currents like a leaf in a garden hose stream flowing toward a drain. This drain, however, was several hundred feet high and she was one hell of a tiny leaf. The amazing amazon's ever renewing body was slowly recuperating from its sexual ordeal and she began to struggle and pull harder against the duct tape as she grew closer to the edge.
"Hera! This stuff... so tight... this can't be the END!" she screamed under her gag as she tried frantically to pull at least one hand loose.
What was worse, the little boat was filling fast with water. The sides were still inflated but the interior was hip deep in ice cold water.
"Wait! The water! The tape is..... softening."
Sure enough, as the voluptuous brunette rolled about in the half filled boat, the water began soaking into the duct tape making it weaker by the second.
"Too SLOW!... Got to do something to buy time!" she thought as she saw the misty spray of water ahead that marked the edge of the great falls. "I've got no CHOICE!"
Closing her eyes and taking one last deep breathe through her nose, the amazon rolled her bound body over the edge of the boat and into the fiercely flowing rapids. For several seconds she remained immersed under the white foam as the little boat continued toward the edge. The
boat then sailed straight over the falls and flittered down into the misty whiteness below.
For a long moment, only the roar of the falls echoed through the early morning haze. Then, a long, female arm burst from the depths and Wonder Woman groped and grasped for the nearest rock. Only her right arm was free, but, with spirit and determination rivaled by no other, she
pushed and reached until she pulled herself up against the slimy stone savior. A few moments later, her other arm came free, then her legs. With shear, female determination, she plodded through the currents like a buxom juggernaut until she found herself plopped down on the shore of the river, bruised, half drowned and totally exhausted.
Barbara kept blowing away wood chips from her nose as the spray of pulp from the saw blade started pilling on top of her. The log was about halfway through and she could see the huge blade growing nearer and nearer.
"CATWOMAN!" she screamed under her gag. "NO!"
The noise of the mill was so deafening that she couldn't even hear herself think let alone make a sound. She stared down her naked body, which was now totally covered in wood chips, and watched in horror as the bladed reached the bottom of her feet.
Suddenly, a new wave of hope sprang from the plucky avenger. "My God! She tied my feet apart!" thought Barbara as she felt the blade cut the rope that ran between her ankles and which bound her legs to the log. With a twang, her legs slipped to either side of the log, free of their
bonds.
"Thank the stars I've been practicing this..." she thought as she lifted her long legs up and curled them over her body so her feet were touching her hands. Laying on her back, with her ass up in the air, Barbara went to work untying the knots on her wrists with her toes.
"Never thought... this would... ever come in... handy...." she thought remembering the time she had accidentally dropped the keys to her bondage cuffs and had to use her toes to pick the lock.
Her break was short lived however as she felt the huge blade growing nearer to her arched rear. "Just a few more... THERE!"
Her hands were free but it was too late. The blade was too close to give her time to remove the ropes from around her chest. Suddenly, however, she noticed the log had left its cradle and her end was suspended in mid air.
"If I can just..." with several thrusts and yanks, she began lurching herself to one side, causing her body to slip around to the side of the log. It was close, very close. The breeze from the blade passed so close that she pissed all over the log as she felt it pass within millimeters of her back and head. Then, with a sudden snap, the last rope was cut and she fell flat on her stomach on the floor in a puddle of her own urine and soaked saw dust. The room went black as she fainted.
Yumi screamed wildly under her gag as Victoria plunged her mounted dildo deep inside the tied Asian. Victoria's dark tan body pushed and surged between Yumi's tightly bound legs as the blonde violently raped the poor girl. Then, with one last surge of sexual sensation, Yumi screamed uncontrollably and collapsed from another horrid climax.
Both Nic and Nac were enjoying Tasha as one entered her ass from behind with a mounted dildo while the other forced the already beaten girl to blow her. As the short hared girl's gang bang continued, the satisfied Victoria got up and walked over to Tarra Rogers who was stripped,
gagged and totally bound to one of the posts in the cabin.
"You ladies were good FUCKS!" hissed Victoria as she grabbed Tarra's reddened breast and squeezed it hard. "Not as good as Wonder Whore but entertaining none the less. I've always wanted to rape a lawyer."
Tarra's face was slightly swollen and bruised and she turned away and whined as the blonde slammed a steamy kiss on the beaten woman's cheek.
"Too bad you bitches were too drunk to pull off your little double cross. We made sure we didn't drink like cows like you three did cause we were planning the same thing for you." Victoria laughed as she pushed her two fingers into Tarra's pussy and began rubbing the poor
woman wildly.
Tarra, Tasha and Yumi had been the victims of their own, poorly planned double cross. They were going to jump Victoria and the Noc sisters and leave them all bound up so Lord Easystreet's androids would pick them up. Sadly, however, too much liquor and too little brains make for a
poor attack and the three ladies found themselves being victimized just like Wonder Woman. Brutally beaten, gang banged and demoralized for hours by the three psychotic lesbians, the three girls now lay totally spent at the mercy of their captors.
"MMMMMMGGMM" "HUMMMMGGMMLLM" "UUUUGHHHHMMM"
Tasha spasmed and convulsed as her last climaxed sent her hard and broken to the floor.
"What are we gonna do with them?" asked Nic as she got dressed.
Victoria pondered the situation for a long moment. Then, with a wicked gleam she slapped Nic on the back. "Have I got an idea! You're gonna love it!" cried Victoria as she headed for the door. "Get our little love sluts dressed in some nice bikinis and some high heel pumps. They've got some work to do."
"uuuuugghhh...."
Wonder Woman slowly stirred as her body began to regain its strength. After a few minutes of rubbing her head in agony, she slowly got to her knees and then her feet. With great care, she pulled the rest of the duct tape off her freezing body and tossed the scraps to the ground in
disgust.
"I don't believe this. Look at ME!" Wonder Woman gasped as she looked down at herself. "Anyone could drive a Mack truck up my.. er, me, from either direction and I'd hardly notice! I-I-I'm RUINED!"
Her ass had been dildoed so many times that it was still extremely wide and hollow. Her breasts still had their plump form but were covered in grope and whip marks making it very obvious that someone had a tremendous field day with her. The worst yet was her vagina, which had been plunged so many times that it was now permanently widened from the six women dildo fucking her continuously.
The most damaged part of her, however, was her will and self esteem. She had been totally demoralized by her enemy and her arrogance had cost her a huge price. The great queen, the world's greatest super heroine and America's darling idol was now nothing more than an over
climaxed, sexually defeated, super-pushover.
"I've got to redeem myself. Got to get those women back for what they did. I must bring them to justice." she cursed nobly as she staggered up the bank and over the hill toward the mansion.
"Oh Catwoman! Damn YOU!" screamed Barbara as she too staggered out of the mill and into the mid morning sun. Her totally raped body plodded along as she slowly regained her strength. Just like in her apartment, things went too far. She couldn't handle the sexual excitement and the
experience had totally destroyed her will. Catwoman had broke her. Defeated her. And now she was nothing but a heroine stripped of her dignity and image.
As she neared the main road, Barbara heard the noise of a horse drawn carriage coming her way. Quickly, she dove into some nearby bushes and watched.
"Dear God!" she gasped as she watched the wagon move slowly by. Tarra, Tasha and Yumi were fettered and muzzled with riding bits and were strapped at the front of the wagon in a triangular formation. Under all the horse's rains and leather straps, the three women were wearing some pretty snazzy bikinis and some really high heel shoes. Victoria and Nic and Nac were laughing away on top of the wagon as they sent whip after cracking whip blows down on the three whaling and screaming women. The two wheeled monstrosity of female suffrage rattled by Batgirl and headed slowly along toward the mansion.
"Well, at least they're not moving too fast. If I hurry, I can get to the mansion before they do." Barbara thought as she got out of the bush. Suddenly, a cool morning breeze quickly reminded the plucky heroine that a birthday suit was not an effective costume. "SHIT! I've got to find some clothes."
Diana pulled hard on the zipper and let out a breathe as she pulled the ring to the top of the outfit.
"I can't believe THIS! They had all sorts of stuff here when they were having me... well, you know... but now all I can find is this!" Diana cursed as she twirled about in the full length mirror, eyeballing the outfit. She had circled back to the cabin where her little "party" took place and had bust in hoping to find the six women, or at least her costume. Instead, all six were gone and the only clothes she could find was...
"A French Maid's OUTFIT! If this isn't the most sexist thing I have ever seen!" she hissed as she stared at her huge Amazon body crammed into the tight black outfit. Her legs were covered in a set of fishnet stockings that ran from the outfit's six inch, black, stiletto heels to a tiny, micro skirt. They were held up by an extremely obvious garter belt/waist belt arrangement and her privates were covered by a very sheer pair of black, lace panties.
"Damn skirt won't even cover the garters!" she whined as she pulled and tugged on the micro mini skirt in hopes of stretching it down.
The top was actually very similar to her costume; a busttier. But this top was black, lacy and extremely tight. Her huge breasts looked like two enormous scoops of tan ice cream sitting in two extremely small serving dishes. It was all she could do to keep her nipples inside the
bra cups. She couldn't even see her pumps over her cleavage as the outfit pushed her breasts up and outward as though it were offering them to anyone who would care to take them. She had decided that she would wear her hair up and held by the outfit's little bow tie barrette.
"At least no one should recognize me in this." she sighed as she headed out and toward the mansion.
Batgirl made her way slowly through the grounds, slipping easily past the estate's huge recreation center.
"Well, jean shorts and a tee shirt are better than nothing I guess." Babs thought as she grabbed some clothes that were sitting on a beach chair next to the pool. As she dressed, she quickly noticed something, or the lack there of. The entire estate was absolutely quiet. Only the sounds of nature could be heard where as before, the shouts and screams of dozens of models, actresses, business women and starlets beating the living day lights out of each other rocked the estate grounds.
"Hmmm, maybe they're all inside..." Babs thought. Suddenly, she took a quick dive behind a nearby cabana as she heard footsteps. "OOHHH!! Catwoman!" Batgirl cringed as she saw her female nemesis. "I ccccuuhh cuhhhh can't go through ttthhhuuu thhhat again.." Barbara shuddered as she tried to be a mouse; quiet and hidden.
The feline felon made her way arrogantly around the pool and toward the estate's huge mazeorium. She was incredible and absolutely intimidating, especially to Batgirl who had just gotten her poor ass broken and defeated. The she-cat sauntered along in a pair of super
high, stiletto heels and she wore a black, French cut bikini with garters, black silk arm gloves and her cat mask and ears. Her three incredible hunk henchmen were close behind, each decked out in their skin tight kitten boy outfits.
"OK Boys, split up. That third clue has got to be around here somewhere." Selena ordered as she held up the paper and looked about the garden. The three kittens moved off in separate directions as they also started searching the grounds. Batgirl slipped along behind the bushes and stalked the she-vixen.
"Well, well, if it ain't Cat-SLUT!" said a voice from another entrance to the great shrubbery maze. Victoria stepped out wearing a tight thigh- high one piece dress and twirling a baseball bat in her hand. Nic and Nac were just behind her carrying some implements of their own; namely a tire iron and a 2x4.
"Looks like its my day for banging the shit out of bitches in costume." she said coyly as she held up the bat nice and erect. "And I bet this would probably fit with some room to spare." she added, caressing and licking it as she stared coldly at the shocked feline.
"HSSSSSSSS" growled catwoman as she raised her clawed glove and crouched in a threatening, cat-like stance.
"OOOOOO.... WE'RE SOOOOOOO SCARED....." all three women responded in a big mocking chorus with Nic and Nac twiddling their fingers in pretend fear at the bikini clad vixen.
Suddenly, Tommy, Tabby and Morris stepped out of the bushes on either side of Catwoman and quickly swooped in to form a wall of muscle between the she cat and the three now shocked lesbians. The three women crouched into fighting stances and stepped back as they cowered from the sight of these three impressive slabs of meat.
"Well now. Who's going to bang whom?" smiled Catwoman as she arrogantly leaned against Tommy and put her hands on her hips. "Get 'em boys! Bring me the blonde chic!" she barked giving Tommy a smack on his muscle tight rear.
The three women began backing up slowly as the men started approaching. Tabby was the first to reach the girls as he loomed over Nac like the incredible hulk. He raised his fist and let fly a massive blow. Nac thought she was dead meat until she saw how absolutely uncoordinated
his attack was.
"HIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE"
"BLAM"
"WHAM"
"BAMPH"
With three expert round kicks to Tabby's muscular stomach, Nac sent the behemoth straight to the ground in a crouching ball of pain.
"HEY! That hhhuuuuuurrrrttt!!!" The huge man stammered as he began to cry. Nic, seeing this, immediately swung for Tommy's head.
"NOT THE FACE! NOT THE FACE!" screamed the hunk as he covered his face and ran away from Nic. Nic began chasing the scared rabbit out of the garden and back toward the pool, laughing and making horsy "Yee Haa" sounds as she grabbed for his rear.
Morris, seeing his two buddies turned into sheep, stepped back behind Catwoman. "Hey bitch, I ain't paid to be beat up." he declared all white eyed as she ran past the shocked feline and into the maze.
Barbara Gordon watched in amazement and then slapped her hand across her own face. "DOH! I could have kicked the crap out of those three anytime and only had to deal with Catwoman." she sighed in her best Homer Simpson impression.
"Get back here you... you... COWARD!" screamed Catwoman as she shook her fist at the deserter. "Now I know why I never hire pretty boys."
"Ehem..."
Catwoman turned to face a now smiling Victoria. Somehow the bat had disappear and, in its place, Victoria was holding up a huge, white dildo. In the background, Nac continued to pummel and beat Tabby, who was now crying like a huge baby and laying useless in a fetal ball on the ground.
"Now its your turn. We neutered your kittens, now its time to spade the cat." Victoria said as she moved toward Selena.
Catwoman has never been a push over and Victoria quickly found this out as the super villianess's cat claws lashed out at the blonde's model face. The two women continued circling each other, hissing and scream insults as they each tried to deal a defeating blow against the other.
Nac, however, decided that two against one was a much fairer fight and came at Selena with her 2x4 swinging. Like the true cat she was, Selena easily avoided the charging she-bitch and dispensed a round kick in return. As Nac went staggering into a bush, Victoria saw her chance and lunged at the villianess only to be met with a series of rapid punches to the face and stomach.
"Hmph! Amateurs! Did you honestly think you could... HMMMMMBBLLM!!!"
Just as Catwoman was about to make the usual superior, ego tripping speech that all evil people seemed to make when they have the upper hand, a hand holding a handkerchief came clamping down hard over the she-cat's grinning mouth.
Nic pulled the struggling woman back hard and off her feet as she wrapped her muscular arm around Selena's waist in a vice like grip. Seeing another chance, Victoria lunged forward and grabbed Catwoman's bare legs, pinning them as the two women swept the villianess off balance and to the ground. Nac did a football dive on the pile of wrestling babes and all three woman fought to keep the she bitch pinned and helpless.
Catwoman hissed and screamed under the ether soaked rag as she tried to kick, claw and punch away her attackers. Batgirl watched for several long moments as Catwoman put up a valiant but futile struggle. Soon the violent screams turned to moans and then muffled sighs as the bikini
clad vixen finally fell.
"I think its time for a bitch taming party." smiled Victoria as she stood over Catwoman's unconscious body planting her high heel deep into the villianess's cheek.
As the three women went to work stripping and tying Catwoman, a long arm reached out of a nearby bush and grabbed the crumpled piece of paper that Catwoman had dropped.
"I almost feel sorry for her." sighed Batgirl as she made her way into the maze watching the women behind her. "Nah..."
Diana Prince moved stealthily up a drive and toward a huge set of gates that surrounded the main complex.
"Great Hera! These shoes are murder!" she complained as the high heels made her sway and saunter like a street whore.
The gate was apparently left open and the ex-super heroine slipped easily inside. Most of the grounds in this area were huge, neatly mowed lawns. "Figures he's got his own golf course." Wonder Woman sighed as she moved over the low, wide hills.
Then, Diana quickly dropped to the ground and hid as a noise rang out from her right. Crouching and moving like a true amazon, Diana moved up the hill and toward the sound.
"By the GODS!"
On the other side of the hill, Diana spied three women tied, gagged and staked out on the grounds in a spread eagle formation. A whole squad of androids were busy "dealing" with the three ladies in Lord Easystreet's preferred fashion. Each girl was being mounted by a huge, polyurethane automaton who appeared to be banging the living will out of them.
"Those must be the same androids that got Batgirl in the mansion." Diana whispered as she watched the gang rape helplessly.
"Great Hera! That's Tarra Rogers!" she gasped as she saw the blonde woman turn her way. Sure enough, Victoria had kept her word about leaving them for the androids to collect. The three women were now being brutally gang banged and mercilessly climaxed at the hands of a bunch of tireless mechanical rapists.
After a series of agonizing screams of climatic exctasy. The androids dispensed with the last girl and stood over the moaning, dazed prisoners. Then, an android placed a hand over each girl's mouth and a pinkish gas began to spew out of their palms. The women surged and fought one last time but they finally slipped unconscious from the gas. Untying the sleeping vixens, the androids carted their drugged bodies off and into the back of a nearby van. The doors slammed shut and the truck took off across the greens.
"Looks like someone got a major double cross." grinned Wonder Woman as she started after the van. "I guess there IS no honor among thieves."
"HMMMMBBBLLMM"
"HHMMMMMMPPPHHH!"
"GHHHMMMMBLLMM!"
Catwoman thrashed about, kicking and screaming, as Victoria's naked body slid back and forth on top of her own naked, bound and gagged form. The dildo was huge and perverted, studded with raised knobs of plastic and curved wickedly upward in a super strong, relentless erection. The wild cat was true to her name, twisting and bucking, hissing and screaming like a bitch cat in heat getting plugged by a huge Tom. Catwoman surged and thrashed her hips about frantically as
Victoria taught the she-cat a sorely needed lesson.
"Whhaaaa... Whhhaaattt aaaa FUUUCCKCKKK!!!" Victoria screamed as she too began to explode from the woman's ever gyrating hips. "Yooouuu... You'rreee going down you BITCH!..."
Catwoman didn't seem to be cooperating however, even though Victoria had now stepped up the villianess's violent, brutal, dildo rape. Fire burned like the beam from a light house from the vixen's enraged eyes as the vibrator plunged in and out and in and out of her. Both women,
however, were locked in mortal combat, neither giving an inch and neither allowing themselves to climax. To do so meant utter defeat and both ladies were so intent on winning that they both endured wave after sexually agonizing wave of stimulation, hoping the other would break.
Hips slammed, asses clenched, Victoria's hands groped and squeezed Catwoman all over, teaching the she-cat a new level of breast teasing pain.
While the two cats fought on the ground, Nic and Nac had rounded up the three studs and summarily strip and tied them; hands behind there backs, their feet together and their mouths gagged.
"I've never raped a man before." giggled Nic as she spread her legs over Tom and began riding him.
"God! These guys are HUNG!" gasped Nac as she began stroking Tabby's already enlarged penis. Enthrallment turned to passion and soon Nac's mouth engulfed the huge erection and the lesbian was busy sucking away at the frightened porn star's forced erection.
Nic was busy as well. Her hips slipped down over Tom's raised cock and she quaffed it inside her, sliding it slowly and steadily between her lips as she slid her hips down on top of it. Panting and moaning she began to rock away, building pressure and sensation in both herself and her bound victim.
As Nic and Nac took advantage of her three henchmen, the she- villianess was having problems of her own. The panting and screaming grew quicker and quicker. The thrusts; faster and faster. The fight was a valiant one but the winner would no doubt be the one in control. The three men watched in horror as their unbeatable, undominable mistress screamed and yelled in one last death throw of resistance.
"HHHHHNOOOOOOOOHMMMMMMMMMBBBLLLLMMMM!!"
The cat nearly threw her rapist off her as she swelled so high that every bone in her body cracked from the strain. Victoria hung on, however, panting and crying out "YOU BITCH! I'VE BEATEN YOU! YOU'RE MINE!!! YOU'RE FUCKING MINE!!!!" as she slammed the dildo in and out of Catwoman at even a faster rate hoping for....
"HMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!"
...another climax
"GGGMMMMMMMBBBLLLMMM!!"
...and another
"NNNOOOOMMMMMMBBLLMM!!"
...and still another
Horrificly and without and ounce of mercy, Victoria laid waste to Catwoman's entire body, stripping her of her will and pulling her down off her high horse of arrogance. Victoria collapsed in a pile of sweat, panting and weezing as she tried to catch her breathe. Catwoman moaned
in defeat, rolling about slowly as her raped body soaked up the last of the sexual experience.
"That'll teach ya..." Victoria whispered as she slowly got back up.
For several moments, Victoria sat next to the semi-conscious villianess and watched Nic and Nac enjoy their prize.
"WAIT!" screamed the blonde as she saw both girls nearing a climax. "I've got an idea. Quick, help me with Cat-whore here." she ordered as she untied Catwoman's arms and legs from the croquet spikes in the lawn. Both women got up and helped the blonde tie the aurborned hared
vixen's hands behind her back and tie her gag even tighter. Then, like paramedics, they lifted the she-bitch by her free legs and ass and carried her in a chair like grip toward Tom. They then placed Catwoman on Tom's lap, just above his swollen cock.
"I think Cat-slut needs a good fuck from her men." Victoria teased as she grabbed the henchman's penis and stroked it long and hard. At that moment, Catwoman began to come back around and began twisting slowly as she saw her predicament. "I don't think so..." Nac smiled as she grabbed the struggling Catwoman by her hips and started pulling her backward. "Try this on for size."
"NNNNNGGGGHH!!!"
Tom's monster cock slid slowly into Selena as the villianess was slowly pushed down onto the man's erection. Inch by inch his member pushed deeper past his boss's defiant vaginal muscles as she was helplessly forced upon him. He watched as the only woman who had ever dominated
him and tamed him was now being brutally raped and forced to have intercourse WITH HIM. Her beautiful, unmasked face tensed and cringed in sexual agony as he entered deeper causing her to flail her head and hair about like a mad storm of passion. Soon, however, nothing could
stop her engulfing the last of his erection as the three women forced her down the last inch onto the muscle bound stud.
"Take a look pretty boy!" screamed Victoria as she violently pushed Catwoman forward and pressed her face close to his. "I bet you've been dreamin' about doin' this to your boss lady! Well start FUCKIN' or we'll snip the whole thing OFF!" she barked as she pulled out a knife and touched the blade to his testicles just enough to let him know that he could be the next John Wayne Bobbit. His hips slowly started thrusting in fear as Catwoman was held in place by the three sluts.
Catwoman stared into Tom's eyes and, for once, he saw fear, fear and weakness. This was the first time he had ever seen his mistress as the victim and he began to loose all hope as more fear and panic began to fill her eyes.
"YAH! MULE!" Nic screamed as she smacked Tabby on the ass and pushed him toward the two on the ground.
"OOO! Look at that plump ASS!" teased Victoria as she ran her hand over Catwoman's full, round, hunched over rear. She then ran her fingers ominously down the she-cat's crack. "I bet this needs a little fucking too..."
"NNNNGKK!!"
Catwoman cringed and tightened as Victoria pushed her middle finger hard into Selena's anus. The villianess ass began to wiggle about frantically as the blonde began thrusting her finger in and out of her opponent without mercy. After a few moments of torture, Victoria removed her finger and walked up to Tabby who was gagged and bound with his hands tied behind his back.
"You know what to do." the blonde smiled as she looked down at Selena's bent over rear. Tabby could feel the knife blade slide slowly up his hard erection and he immediately nodded. "... and make her suffer." Victoria added as she pushed him down behind Selena.
The huge body builder got to his knees and inched his way forward. Nic reached out and grabbed his cock and guided it like a torpedo being loaded into a tube. As he pressed the tip of his cock against her anus, Selena began to wildly twist her head about in some desperate attempt
at seeing what was happening. The man's enormous penis quickly let her know exactly what was going on.
"NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!"
The going was incredibly tough, seeing how he had never plugged his boss in the rear before. In the industry, he was considered too large for most porn star's vaginas. Doing a woman's ass was completely out of the question... until now. Selena was bucking and squealing like a
trapped pig now as both men entered her fore and aft. The pain was unbearable and it was all she could do to just breathe from the sensation. Suddenly, she felt her gag come loose.
"AUUUGHGHHH!! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!!! YOU FUCKING... HOMMMGGLUMMMMM!!"
The she-bitch's cries of revenge were cut short as Morris's cock was pushed fast into her gapping mouth. All Selena could now do was pant and moan uncontrollably as every part of her was brutally violated BY HER OWN HENCHMEN!