Cries and Whimpers 2

-5-

Picture it, bro:

Wonder Woman lying on that pedestal with her vinyl-sheathed knees at her ears, those loong legs practically wrapped around her own head, making little yipping sounds to the ceiling and swishing that great ebon mass of hair about on the floor behind her. Wonder Girl has the whip-dildo now, plunging it into her sister's gaping sloshing snatch as she leans over her to gnaw on those gigantic saliva-smeared tits. Diana's armgloved hand is socketed between the big superteen's meaty thighs, groping her little sister's bulging pussy till cum drips down the insides of her legs.

If the building had caught fire right then, we would all have been toast.

Then Catwoman appears from off-stage. And this is how hot the two costumed Amazons' performance is: no one realized she'd gone. But we see her come back, all right, wearing this humongous strap-on dildo that bobs around before her crotch like a bowsprit.

And she doesn't pause to stroke it or jerk off or anything teasing like that. She just marches right up behind tit-sucking Wonder Girl, jerks her blue costume bottom aside, and rams that massive salami in between those fat shimmying buttcheeks like a javelin. All the way to its balls! I mean, I really expected the head to poke out of Wonder Girl's belly button !

She claps both gauntleted hands to her big impaled ass and rears up with a squeal like the noon whistle that even our cheers can't drown out! Catwoman grabs her by the hair, twists her face around and mashes her lips to the teen Amazon's like she's trying to chew them off and suck her tonsils out at the same time. We're talking major open-mouth action here!

Then, after a few seconds of tonsil-frenching drool-fest, she cracks a gloved palm across Wonder Girl's face knocking her around again and by that vinyl fistful of hair jams her mouth against her super-sister's gaping dripping snatch. So Wonder Girl goes back to eating Wonder Woman out with renewed enthusiasm and Catwoman starts pounding that humongous log up her fat ass—and I don't mean just pumping, I mean pounding! You could hear her thighboots slap against that grunting cunt-licking supergirl's quivering buttcheeks even in the back of the room!

By now ol' Johnson under the table has been out of my pants for quite awhile, and he's so hard my Good Right Hand can feel that big vein pulsing—a real diamond cutter! Ralph's eyes are so big and glassy they almost push his nose down and meet in the middle. Wally and Eddie might as well be petrified—if a fly flew into Wally's mouth he wouldn't know it.

Even the audience has simmered down, if only because they can't sustain the level of hysteria they've been at for the past half hour or so. But not everyone is overwhelmed—a guy at the next table grouses to his buddies that "this Catwoman bitch just ignores us!" I guess most strippers play to the audience more.

But his buddies just ignore him.

By now poor buttfucked Wonder Girl, whose face is smeared with her sister's cum, is sobbing out loud into the Amazon Princess's snatch. But every time her sisterly tongue action slacks off, Catwoman (not slowing her dildo-pistoning a bit) sinks her claws into all that ripe quivering rumpmeat. And Wonder Woman, without opening her masked eyes, takes two vinylclad fistfuls of her little sister's hair and pulls her back in! So Wonder Girl goes "mmmpfff!" and dives back to work in that Amazonian muff, almost up to her ears. Are we talking far gone or what??

Then it's Wonder Woman's turn. Cracking her whip all over the Amazon Princess's mega-statuesque body (especially on her big pink nipples making those mammoth tits joggle and jump like enormous water balloons) Catwoman makes her lie down on her back on the runway—only about five feet from where we're sitting!

I mean, if I'd leaned forward a little I could've reached out and touched one of those gigantic jugs of hers, the way they sagged to her sides!

Then she whips Wonder Girl—who jumps and squeals at each boob- and butt-shaking crack giving the audience a big laugh—over to her prone super-sister and sits her down on the amazing Amazon's masked face. We're close enough to see the Teen Titan's tears of shame as she plumps her bushy snatch down on Wonder Woman's mouth! Whatta performance!

But there's more to it than that between those two (you'd have thought they were real sisters), because when the star-spangled superwoman tries to turn her head aside from Wonder Girl's gash, those muscular thighs clamp it firmly—and a gauntleted hand reaches down to pinch her big sister's nose and make her open her mouth!

Catwoman kneels between Wonder Woman's brawny thighbooted legs and lifts them and her trim ass, and plunges that gigantic dildo into her slackly gaping snatch—with a wet squelch audible all over the room! The Amazon bombshell howls and Wonder Girl opens her own twat with two gloved fingers,

and while Catwoman goes to work on the prone power princess from behind, she goes to work on her overblown super-sister!

So what's a reamed, creamed and double-teamed super-Mammazon to do? Totally ignore the slavering perverts goggling and giggling on all sides, wrap vinyl-sheathed arms around Wonder Girl's meaty thighs, roll out a tongue like a red carpet, and go to work in her "little" (only in comparison) sister's wide-open pussy, that's what!

And in a very few minutes have that overstuffed oversexed teen bombshell gasping and squealing and writhing about on her gorgeous cum-smeared masked face. Doing a lot of grunting too, of course, and so is Catwoman as she drives the massive dildo into Wonder Woman and into her like she's pumping oil by the barrel!

And man, she is: fem-oil, as my friend Mike likes to call it—more comes spilling out from between those long powerful booted thighs every time Catwoman withdraws her great curving truncheon, till there's a puddle under Wonder Woman's big upraised ass.

Another pool is forming around the Amazon Princess's head courtesy of Wonder Girl, who thrashes around on her masked face as though riding a bucking bronco, squeezing and licking her own massive mamms and mewling like a kitten on a hot tin roof while a whipping slurping tongue goes craaazy in her snatch. The way that pussy is mashed against Wonder Woman's mouth it looks like it's trying to engulf her whole head, tiara and all! I'm close enough to watch the juices flow down into Wonder Woman's mouth as her throat ripples and more cum slops over her cheeks and chin and down her neck.

The whole runway is starting to smell like fish.

Well, about now I'm finding out you really can be too hard for too long. Ol' Johnson throbs like he's going to explode and even his best friend can't do much more for him than he already is. I'm wondering how the heck I'm going to get off when Wonder Woman takes care of that, by having one of the most spectacular orgasms I've ever seen.

Okay, I haven't seen that many, in fact that was my first in person—though not my last, wait'll you hear!

Catwoman is really working up a sweat pumping that kielbasa-sized strap-on between the Amazon Princess's thighbooted legs. She's had Wonder Girl turn around so her big jiggly asspillows spread over her super-sister's cum-slathered masked face. Did Wonder Woman's tongue hesitate a moment before diving up the Teen Amazon's asshole? No way! Did Wonder Girl jerk up straight like it was a piece of rebar jammed up her? Way and then some!

That's when the prone brunette mega-bombshell starts to shudder and buck her lavish muscle-slabbed hips in the air, making these huffing and chuffing sounds into Wonder Girl's big ass that sound like a locomotive starting up. They go faster and faster as she gathers steam, till finally she arches her back and lets out a long wracking groan that rises to a squeal like a train whistle—I mean, it was loud! She reaches up and clenches her armgloved fists in the teen Amazon's massive joggling tits like she's going to tear them off making Wonder Girl squeal almost as loud—

And finally both sisters cum at once and so does ol' Johnson! A bucketful of the stuff comes slopping out of Wonder Woman's fuckhole onto the runway—phew, talk about fish!—and Wonder Girl covers her gorgeous sister's masked face with another gooey pailful! Ol' Johnson, he just spurts a little onto the floor. A squirtgun compared to a bucket brigade. But it suuure felt good.

Everyone applauds wildly and cheers. Her mammoth prong dripping before her, Catwoman climbs to her spikeheeled feet and takes a deep bow. Wonder Girl just collapses over Wonder Woman's sweat- and cum-drenched body, her head falling right between the Amazon Princess's upraised thighs. And darned if her tongue doesn't slip out and start licking the star-spangled superwoman's still-oozing snatch!

Catwoman reaches down for a gloved fistful of the Teen Titan's sweat-soaked hair, jerks her head up and when she opens her mouth to yell, rams that cry back down her throat with her bowsprit. She pulls Wonder Girl onto her knees and holds her there by her hair so she can fuck her face for a bit before making her lick it off and suck the curving black truncheon like a real dick.

From the audience's reaction, she's read everyone else's mind too.

Totally wasted, Wonder Woman just lies there under her dildo-swallowing super-sibling. There's so much sisterly cum splattered over her face that I can't see if her eyes are open behind that mask.

She never looked better.

While Wonder Girl continues to go down on the strap-on, Catwoman hauls the dazed fucked-out Wonder Woman up by her cum-matted hair and turns her to the audience. With the one eye that isn't closed by her sister's cum, the Amazon Princess gazes numbly out over our heads. Her luscious mouth sags open drooling more femoil. Broad muscular shoulder bowed and brawny gloved arms dangling limp, she doesn't look nearly as proud and superior as her pictures any more. But she's still a spectacular symphony of mammoth mamms and mighty muscles.

Hey! Alliteration is part of the deal! You wanna hear this or not?

"Kitten!" the Vinylclad Vixen barks, and everyone jumps—it's the first word spoken in a long wet grueling time. "Show them!"

Numbly, Diana spreads her boot-sheathed legs wide, practically straddling the runway (those gams were spectacular!) and reaches down to open her dripping honeypot with two vinyl fingers. It's my first look into a woman's cunt, all pink and glistening in there—and after the reaming it's received you can see so far back that I'm looking for the light from her asshole!

Or a train.

Cheers, whistles, applause. We're getting our second wind. I have the feeling the floor is a lot wetter than it had been.

"Any of you—gentlemen—have anything you'd like to put in here?"

One truck driver type jumps up and, grabbing his crotch, yells, "I got something but I don't think it'll fit!"

Laughter all around. Catwoman's masked eyes flash dangerously and the truck driver wilts back into his chair. That's when I start to wonder just who this hot trio really is.

She stands there holding the listless huge-titted Woman Wonder by her hair. This Amazon flower is definitely wilted—even all those heavy bulging muscles look a little deflated. "Let's see what will fit, shall we?"

Chairs are pushed back all over the room. And the only reason there isn't a stampede is that she holds up a gloved hand stopping everyone.

Because Ralph, that magnificent slimeball, has handed his empty beer bottle up to her. She gives him a smile like she just found him edible and has to take the bottle from his trembling hand because he freezes on the spot.

"What," she teases (the way a cat teases mice), "the rest of you boys aren't beer drinkers?"

I'm closest except for Ralph, so I collect Eddie and Wally's bottles and barely have the strength to pass them up to her. The look she gives me makes me wonder if she can see right through these amulets.

So the Feline Fury has Wonder Woman lean back on her powerful shoulder-sheathed arms and, moaning as tears leak down from under her mask, watch in helpless misery while whimpering Wonder Girl stuffs the beer bottles one by one into her abused cum-oozing snatch!

The first one goes in easily, all the way to its base (Wonder Woman sucks air through her teeth). But the Teen Titan has to pull it out part way to fit the second in as well (Wonder Woman throws her head back and grroooaannnsss!) till they both stick out from that gaping twat, like a busted pair of binoculars.

The 3rd bottle takes some pushing, and Catwoman has to say "Kitten!" several times and crack her whip on Wonder Girl's big bare ass. Wonder Diana is sobbing out loud now, and her heavy thigh muscles stand out so rigidly into their long boots that they look like an anatomy lesson. But she still hangs her spikeheels over both sides of the runway, and then there are three beer bottles projecting from that yawning slopping cunt, and the Amazon Princess's pussylips are stretched so far they all but disappear.

Wonder Girl is weeping as piteously as her big sister when she takes the 4th bottle—my contribution—and positions it between the other three. Wonder Woman shakes her head so violently her ass-length ebon mane flies all about and strands get stuck in the cum still covering her face. The teen Amazon touches the bottle's mouth to the flat bases of the three pussy-stretchers then stops, gives Catwoman an imploring look. The Feline Fury strokes the butt of her whip meaningfully. After a moment, averting her gaze from the tear-filled eyes of her sister (which are all but starting from their mask), she carefully nudges the mouth in amongst the other bottles, pushing them apart.

Wonder Woman's teeth are clenched so tight her neck tendons stand out down into her broad bare shoulders. A high keening wail issues from that monumental Mammazon as Wonder Girl slooowly inserts the 4th bottle, mouth then neck, and it slooowly separates its three buddies, turning the massively dildo'd power princess's snatch from a screaming mouth to a tautly distended cave.

Then Catwoman gives a snort of impatience and, with the heel of her thighboot, just kicks the final bottle all the way in. Wonder Woman screams in agony and lifts her entire awesomely voluptuous cum-bathed body from the runway! Titanic tits heaving massively at her sides, bawling, she shakes her bottle-bristling cunt at the audience!

Wonder Girl kneels there with her gauntleted hands over her mouth weeping.

And someone actually yells out, "Can she do a six-pack?"

And that someone actually is me.

-6-

I think if she'd started with that everyone would've been grossed out, and maybe even stopped it—or tried to. But by the time Catwoman has worked Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl to that point, everyone else is worked up too—we'd have gone for anything short of snuff!

For me, it's like a dream—so crazy and improbable that the part of me that isn't sure it's all a very weird and sick act, doesn't care any more. I mean, those two playing the costumed Amazons could stop it any time, couldn't they? They could just walk out, couldn't they?

I'm thinking that too—until Catwoman shepherds her kittens off stage. Their exit lives up (or down) to the rest of the act: Wonder Girl puts the bit and bridle back into Wonder Woman's mouth (darned if I could remember when she took it out but she sure couldn't have licked her sister's snatch wearing it) and Diana waits on thighbooted knees and gloved hands for Wonder Girl to climb astride her back. The bottles still project from the Amazon Princess's cavernously distended cunt, looking like they're all trying to wriggle in at once. They clink and slurp whenever she moves.

She now wears a special saddle on her back, strapped underneath to her gigantic dangling dripping milkbags. It has a studded horn squarely in the center for the juvenile jugqueen to impale herself on as she sits. And even though the horn is almost a foot long, maybe a inch thick, and the studs are sharp, the titan-titted teen Amazon barely gives a hiss as she slides herself all the way onto it and it disappears snugly between those lavish crimson-blotched cheeks. She doesn't even seem to notice when the Feline Fury ties her gauntleted hands across her back, wrists to elbows. Wonder Girl is so numb she doesn't even ask which orifice to impale on the horn—she automatically sticks it up her big battered butt.

I think we all feel pretty much the same way. This is one tired bunch of ex-rowdies. The smell of jism in the air is as thick as the smoke.

The final touch is perfect: Catwoman makes Wonder Girl take the reins in her teeth then yells "Giddyap!" and gives Wonder Woman's muscular outthrust ass a crack of the whip. She crawls up the runway bearing her whimpering super-sister on her back, the quartet of tightly-jammed beer bottles waggling saucily between those sleek sweaty buns (it turned out despite the Feline Fury's best efforts, she couldn't do a six-pack). Catwoman barely touches the middle one and the Amazon Princess freezes, her cheeks clenching.

Catwoman straightens and smiles out over the audience. Not a pleasant smile, either. "They don't make much of a tail, do they?"

And turns and jams the handle of her whip as far up Wonder Woman's asshole as she can!

Wonder Woman howls and rears up like a real horse—I think if Wonder Girl hadn't been spiked onto the saddle by that huge dildo, she'd have been bucked off.

So Catwoman takes the reins herself and, like one of those kiddie horse rides, leads the two beaten and fucked-out super-Amazons off.

The last things we see of Wonder Girl, grunting with each jerk and jiggle, are broad bare shoulders slumped in misery and big ass spread over her sister's back. So much of her thick creamy goo drips down Wonder Woman's sides and over those bottle-bristling whip-twitching Wonderbuns that the Teen Titan might have been a big fast-melting ass-impaled candle.

And that was that.

Or so we thought.

Maybe if ol' Johnson hadn't popped so early in the act I wouldn't have noticed what I noticed. I was sure as hell preoccupied up till then. But after that I felt kind of detached from the action, more objective—though Johnson was mostly concerned with getting hard again, which happened and then some. You know. Like a writer should be, I guess.

So I did notice what I noticed, and that led to, as that old fart my dad listens to, Paul Harvey, says: The Rest … of the Story.

BWAH HA HAAAAA!!!

(Hey look—either I tell this my way or not at all. Okay? Okay.)

-7-

Savage Fury was just closing the office door behind her when the smash of breaking glass made her turn. She had to press back against the door to make room for "Catwoman" coming along the narrow dark hallway with "Wonder Woman" and "Wonder Girl" in tow. The two costumed bombshells looked like they'd really been put through the wringer out on stage. In fact, Fury could have sworn the breaking glass had been caused by a beer bottle falling out from between "Wonder Woman's" sleek shimmying buttcheeks.

Jesus, she took a beer bottle up her ass?

But from the impassive expressions on their beautiful cum-smeared faces the fake supergirls didn't mind it much—either that or they were so stoned they didn't know what was going on.

As they passed, "Catwoman" had to duck around and under Fury's titanic trembling tits (which even with her back against the door damn near touched the opposite wall of the cramped corridor) and shot her another derisive sneer. The Cowled Crusader realized she still had a drip of Ron's cum at the corner of her mouth. With a gasp she hastily swiped a leather-sheathed forearm over her lips making the vinyl-clad vixen chuckle

Burning with embarrassment, Savage Fury just stood there. Also burning with the need to clean this blackclad bitch's clock, but of course that was out of the question. Suddenly Ron's voice broke in:

"Hey Tits, c'mon! You're next!"

She squared her broad shoulders and took a deep chestblimp-lifting breath, noting with satisfaction the way her gargantuan outthrust boobs bulged out around their narrow straps as they rose, like pumpkins of pink Jell-O.

Awesomely All Natural, like the poster says—not like that "Catwoman" cunt, I'll bet.

The audience was starting to stomp, drowning out Ron's intro.

It's show time, folks!

"C'mon guys, I know what I saw!"

"So what, Rich?"

"So haven't you wondered how the girls knew about this?"

"I don't give a shit!"

"And I repeat: so what?"

"So maybe these broads were the Real Thing!"

….

"Nahhhh!"

"Gee Rich, ya think?"

"Ralphie, they were wearin' amulets like ours, I guaran-fuckin'-tee it! I saw 'em glowin' when the lights went down. This same weird symbol."

"So what you're sayin' is: this buncha spooky high school girls, who've never been out of the Valley, are best buds with the real Catwoman, and gave the real Catwoman something that gives her control of the real Wonder Woman and the real Wonder Girl."

"Just so she could bring 'em here to The Flesh Factory and do an act for a buncha drunken bikers and truck drivers."

"… Yeah, I guess that's what I'm sayin'. Only it wasn't no act."

"Come awwwwnnnnnn!"

"Yeah, Rich!"

"Eddie, I ain't sayin' it makes any sense, I'm just sayin'—"

"Okay okay, so let's assume you're right, and I ain't goin' with that yet. What do you wanna do about it?"

I have to think long and hard about that. Pretty soon ol' Johnson joins in.

"Where the fuck is she??"

"Shit, Ron, I dunno. Last I saw, she was standin' right there—you know, feelin' herself up and gropin' those watermelons of hers, like she does just before goin' on—"

"Yeah yeah, and then—?"

"I turned to do the lights, and when I turned back … she was gone."

"Whaddaya mean she was gone?!"

"Hey, don't yell at me, asshole—she was gone! Just like that, like she just, I dunno, vanished."

"Women and tits that big don't 'just vanish.'"

"Well don't tell me, tell her."

"Shit, what'm I gonna tell them?"

"Whatever it is, you better tell 'em soon, before they stomp right through the floor."

-8-

"You bitch!" Savage Fury yelled into the vast dark space. "You can't hide from me—OOOOOOOOHH!!"

Catwoman's bullwhip lashed out of the blackness and cracked in Fury's masked face with a dazzling flash of electricity. Blinded, the Cowled Crusader clapped gloved hands over her super-sensitive eyes, dropping the stove-sized crate she'd been about to hurl at the shadowy form of the vinyl-clad vixen. Its crash shook the floor.

The whip slashed across the monster-titted Mammazon's big hard nipples, and again. Fury screamed and staggered back, gloved hands clutching her agonized heaving chest-mountains.

From above came Catwoman's jeering laugh. "Supercow, you couldn't hold all that milkfat with baseball mitts!"

But Fury's eyes and nipples weren't her only sensitive parts—if they had been (and only them), she wouldn't be in this mess right now. Zeroing in on the feline outlaw's position with super-ears, the ponderous-pontooned paladin suddenly spun and with a single karate chop snapped a heavy support beam for the shelf of boxes above her. Fury heard a surprised yelp overhead—then gave one of her own when an avalanche of crates came crashing down all about her and two that felt like they contained Cadillacs smashed her to the floor beneath them!

Again came that mocking enraging laugh, this time from a different part of the warehouse. She'd only succeeded in pinning herself—the cat-bitch had jumped away again!

"You … fucking …"

Grunting, the monumental Masked Mammazon struggled under the massive crates. The problem was that Fury had fallen with her shoulder-sheathed arms jammed together underneath her—normally she could have heaved something even this huge off with no problem, but now she couldn't get any leverage. All her struggles did was cause one of the crates to slide down a bit and wedge across her back at her big naked ass.

At least her eyes had cleared. But all she could see was a vast space of shelves and cartons.

Something landed behind her, light as a bird. A raptor.

"Aww," came Catwoman's rich suggestive alto, "are we stuck?" A boot was pressed into the crevice between Fury's lavish buttcheeks where they stuck out from under the crate with her thighbooted legs.

"You—goddam—bitch!" the Cowled Crusader gritted, thrashing about uselessly. The great container see-sawed on her broad bare back.

"Temper temper, darling. I wasn't the one who did this." The boot slid down Fury's lavish ass. She felt its stilleto heel dig between her great cheeks, pry up the narrow strip of leather buried between their pillowy domes. "Well, look what we have here. Such a pert little bud, considering all the traffic I've heard it bears."

Savage Fury's stomach churned with rage and embarrassment. Then she gave a squawk and her masked eyes opened wide when the spikeheel was inserted into her asshole, and just kept on sliding in and in!

And then pulled out again slooowly ….

Then pushed in a little farther ….

And out ….

And in again, even farther!

Christ, they are only 6 inches, aren't they??

Savage Fury writhed, teeth clenched against a groan of anal agony,

"What am I going to do with you?" Catwoman pondered as she casually reamed the helpless Fury's anus with her heel. "There's so much of you, and so little time."

"Damn you!" Fury groaned. "If I ever—eeeeuuuUUUGHHHH!!"

The threat was drowned by a shrill squeal as the Feline Felon stirred her heel around in the Cowled Crusader's asshole, its spiked tip tearing at tender (if invulnerable) rectal walls.

"Well, one thing first …."

Footsteps rapped the concrete floor (which was freezing the pinned Mammazon Manhunter's fabulously flattened milkbags and had turned her throbbing nipples into thumb-sized icicles). A pair of heels taller than her own appeared before Fury, supporting boots of gleaming black plastic that stretched to a bulging crotch. By craning her neck she was able to gaze up at Catwoman herself, the first good look she'd gotten at the tall gorgeous vinyl-clad bitch since this chase had begun. At least she'd taken the strap-on off.

Of course she was smiling, down between those huge (probably fake) tits. And the swelling of her cunt was wet, cum dripping down the inside of a lithe muscular thigh from the stitched-together seam that outlined her pussylips oh-so-intimately, seemed about to rip at any moment ….

"This—is really turning you on … isn't it?" Fury grunted, struggling helplessly but only rocking the huge crate more.

"Darling, everything turns me on!" the feline declared with a rich chuckle. "Life, money, winning …

"But especially gorgeous mostly-naked leather-bitches with impossible boobs who can't keep their sexy mouths shut.

"What's going to get me off right now is trying out my new toy."

For some reason, Fury's masked eyes were drawn to the tail restlessly (impatiently?) twitching behind Catwoman—instants before it suddenly struck at her like a snake, rammed between her plush lips and filled her mouth as though it was a thick black dick!

"GLLGGHHH!! MMMPPPFFF!" Her eyes bulged from their mask and she threw her cowled head about wildly but couldn't dislodge the lip-stretching tail.

"I thought about sticking it up that fat ass of yours," Catwoman remarked, examining her claws as the tail began to fuck the prostrate Savage Fury's opulent mouth. "But you really do talk far too much."

The lip-stretching rear appendage was hard and implacable as any of the many huge organs that had plunged between Fury's lips, and even more vigorous. It rammed against the back of her mouth and she gagged. It even tasted like the real thing!

And maybe more than tasted—Catwoman was starting to moan and squirm. "Ooooo … they were right, it is like having a five foot clit."

The prehensile tail probed the corners of the hapless Cowled Crusader's mouth pushing out her cheeks as though it was trying to escape again ("mmmffl!!"). Its vinyl-clad owner hunkered down and shivered as she played with her great black-encased boobs. "I wish you could lick my pussy while you're doing that."

Catwoman's bloated cunt, framed by her lithe thighs right before Fury's eyes, agreed. It was so swollen the stitched seam had parted just enough to give a peek at the hot pink within. A single line of cum drooled down.

An insinuating whisper: "Do you like what you see, Supercow?"

"Mfffllggllll!" Fury replied around the mouth-fucking tail, jerking her leathern head about futilely.

"I'm so glad I waited to try this out on you instead of the Amazon bitch and her cunt little sister," Catwoman purred. "It's much more fun when they struggle!"

"Now let's see what we can do about this running-off-at-the-mouth problem, shall we?" She produced a crusted rag which she stuffed between Fury's plush lips. The prehensile tail poked it firmly behind her teeth like a fat finger.

"Gguhhffff!"

The cloth filled her mouth and pressed her tongue against her palate. Fury recognized it instantly from the taste, and moaned in embarrassment. It was the washrag she'd used to wipe Ron the Scumbag MC's cum from her face and chest-boulders after he'd squirted his load all over them. The little creep had insisted on a tit-fuck this time in addition to her usual blowjob. He'd finally erupted like a spouting whale between Fury's cock-engulfing monstertits to decorate them (and her cowled face) like colossal candied apples. She'd even managed to smile up at him from her thighbooted knees as she mashed her humongous milkbags around his upstanding squirting mega-manstalk ….

Well girl, after all that you still blew your 25% for tonight. But where did she—

As though reading her mind, Catwoman smiled. "I pick up the damnedest souvenirs, don't I? When I took my little momento I thought you were just some dim-witted overblown bimbo who'd do any old boner for a buck. I never dreamt the real Savage Fury would stoop to sucking that little toad off and stripping for all those bozos! This is so rich!"

Fury burned with helpless humiliation.

Then, straightening, Catwoman disappeared around the crates and behind the miserable pinned super-Mammazon. Who had only a moment to wonder what she was up to before finding out. Something like a baton slammed up her snatch and, as though Fury's shrill gagged squeal was a signal, began to brutally fuck her, pistoning deep into her again and again and again!

"Oh yeah," came the vinyl-clad villainess's ecstatic voice, "Oh yeah!!"

As the savage tail plowed Savage Fury's gaping pink furrow her frantic struggles rocked the huge crates across her broad muscular back, but that's about all. Gloved arms still pinned beneath her between the massively flattened side-spreading pillows of her titanic milkbags, she was helpless without even being wet and tied up!

Goddam boobs—"nnnhhh!!" Wish I—"mmmmp!"—had the p-power to sh-shrink 'em!

The squealing thrashing tail-raped superwoman was beginning to wish she'd done her act back at The Flesh Factory instead of following Catwoman and her Amazon zombies.

But she couldn't. Not after what she'd chanced to hear (these damned—"ohfff!!"—ears of yours!) as she was about to go on.

She'd been getting ready as usual by feeling herself up, gloved fingers diddling her clit and playing with her thumb-sized teats. Couldn't help moaning and squirming a little, and she'd just felt the Wild Side starting to kick in with thoughts of those four men she'd noticed at a table by the runway. Something about them attracted her Wildness, and she thought about mashing one's face in her snatch and letting his tongue do what it wanted while two more suckled at her gigantic jugs and the 4th licked her big bare ass and maybe stuck his tongue up her asshole. The audience always loved that!

When the voice came to her from the parking lot out back: "All right, you Amazon assholes, climb in. Hope you didn't enjoy that as much as I did."

Intrigued, Fury listened closer as doors slammed and an engine started up. A trembling voice began "Please, mistress—" but was cut off by a sharp slap, then another.

"Who said you could speak?" Catwoman's voice demanded. "Wonder Bitch, you've been a real trial to me all night, and I'm getting tired of it!"

Realization hit The Cowled Crusader like a falling safe: they were the real thing!!

Somehow, Catwoman had gained control of Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl! God only knew what she had planned for them after this humiliation!

And Fury might have avoided all this ("unnnhh!" what's that cat-cunt trying to do—roto-rooter me all the way to my stomach??) if she'd moved right then. But they were stomping and yelling for her out front and she hated to disappoint her fans and she really needed tonight's money and anyway she'd already earned most of it on her knees back in Ron the MC's office and she hated to waste a good (if degrading) blowjob

(and the wild commotion from the audience—for her! all for HER!—pulled like those ghostly hypnotic hands in cartoons, caressing her big hard nipples and loosening her twat. It promised an orgasm out there with those total strangers like she never had with Walt, the kind she could lose herself in, more powerful even than getting gangraped by a dozen hoods).

So that by the time Fury managed to wrench herself away and zipped outside, the van was gone. But she could hear its engine in the distance, speeding into the night, loud enough to follow easily.

And catch, only a couple of blocks away. But then came the problem of stopping it. Fury had found early on that, Superman and other comics to the contrary, you couldn't just grab a rear bumper and hold on—all that got you was dragged a few hundred yards on your boulderous burning boobs till you let go. You had to lift the rear axle off the ground—unless it had front wheel drive, then you got dragged anyway, and your nipples spent the next day or so extra-tenderized and throbbing.

And if the van (or whatever) was already moving fast, it was especially tough. Fury sped up, thighbooted legs a blur beneath her. Rear doors were vulnerable and could be easily torn off. Of course there was always the danger that just as she was getting near, the driver would

SLAM ON THE BRAKES REAL HARD!!

But The Cowled Crusader had been watching for that little move. The very instant the rear lifted as the front nosedived, she leaped up—really just a hop since her forward momentum was already enough to carry her over the screeching pitching van as it stopped—and landed in front of it (careful to bend her leather-sheathed legs so as not to break a heel). Executed a nifty tuck-and-roll so she came up facing the van, gloved fists on her wide bare hips and stupendous chest so proudly outflung its heaving milk mountains all but engulfed their straps.

The van's engine roared and, smoking tires shrieking even louder, it charged at the tempting titan-titted target. She dug her 6-inch heels in and set herself, hunkering down like a linebacker and crossing her shoulder-sheathed arms in front of her masked eyes.

This was doing it the hard way, but it was all she could think of.

The crash sent her somersaulting through the air to smash like an artillery shell through a brick wall. But Fury was only slightly dazed by the impact and, wiping fragments of brick off her colossal tits, she promptly (if a bit shakily) pulled herself out of the gaping hole made by her awesomely voluptuous body. The van sat in the middle of the deserted street with steam rising from its crushed front end.

Hah! Another victory for hardbodies!

But a quick super-glance showed her the driver's seat was empty—Catwoman had escaped. Quickly, Fury poked her cowled head in the passenger window to check the rear of the van. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl lay there on mattresses, unbound but apparently unconscious. And Fury didn't know how to bring them out of Catwoman's spell.

But they'd be safe here for the moment. Fury couldn't believe that the vinyl-clad villainess would leave her toys as easily as that, so she was probably hanging around nearby, watching. The Amazon Avenger pushed the van up onto the curb to get it out of the street and made sure the doors were locked.

Then she went hunting.

Squish—squish—squish—squish

"Mmff—guhf—ooooh—nnnh!"

"My, youooooooo! d-do get wet, don't … you?" Catwoman marveled, tongue laving rich lips as tail plumbed the pinned ponderous-pontooned paladin's depths. "Feels like I'm pumping water."

Moaning into her filthy gag, Fury could feel the pool of cum spread along her thighs to their boots—not quite an orgasm but a constant flow around the Feline Fiend's deep-delving member that was even more arousing.

She'd tracked her quarry down, all right, to this vast airfreight warehouse. But now the battered much-fucked Fabulous Fury was starting to wonder who'd been hunting who.

"Here, let me show you something else my new improved tail can do," Catwoman purred. "This is for ruining my nice new van."

"Hey, you hit me!" the Savage Sensation objected. Translated through the mouth-crammed jism-soaked washrag, it came out "Mmmpf! HmHMMfggGGG—!!"

Because the "something else" the new tail could do was

It could spin.

And Fury found what it was like to be really roto-rootered! Masked eyes and gag-stuffed mouth opened so wide around her echoing scream that the gag flew out like a great spitball, and her entire monumental super-body spasmed wildly—so wildly the two crates across Fury's broad back finally rolled off with twin floor-shaking crashes

"Uh oh," Catwoman said.

But just then, in a classic (though not unusual) display of bad timing, the long-delayed mega-orgasm that had been building ever since the evening began exploded throughout Savage Fury's ultra-voluptuous limply sprawled body. She cried out and writhed and kicked her long thighbooted legs as cum surged from her gaping super-stimulated super-pussy, and gloved hands (which moments before had wanted nothing more than to take Catwoman by the throat) could only clutch at her erupting cunt and grope its swollen fucklips and finger-sized clit as she came

And came

And came.

And when the tectonic spasms finally subsided and Fury lay gasping on the floor in a lake of her own juices, she was alone. None of her super-senses could detect a trace of Catwoman within a mile or more.

But they picked up definite trouble at the van. Even as she stumbled to her feet and tottered out on heels that really felt like skyscrapers, the panting exhausted Cowled Crusader knew she was already too late.

-9-

"C'mon, Rich, let's get back to the show!"

"Yeah, we're missin' that last act!" "Boy, I dunno how we let you talk us into these things." "Look, haven't you felt it?"

"Felt what?"

"I haven't felt anything but a major jones all night!"

"Not that, I mean from the amulets. A kind of—I dunno—tugging?"

"Well, now that you mention it—"

"I noticed they glowed brighter when the Wonder Babes were on stage."

"And now—yeah, they do seem to be kinda pulling me.""Like a compass, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"So let's see where they're drawing us. I bet it's to the amulets the Babes are wearing."

"So what the fuck are we waiting for??"

I point. "That, I bet."

Ralph stops the car. Down the street a black van is pulled over to the curb. Looks like it's been in an accident—sitting in a pool of water with steam wisping up from under the hood.

The amulets are all but jumping off our chests. Their green light is so bright I can read the tension in everyone's faces. My heart is doing a drum solo against my chest.

"Wasn't that van in the parking lot?" Ralph says in the silence.

"Fuckin' A," says Eddie.

But we just sit there. Finally I open the passenger door and get out. Wally and Eddie follow. Ralph is last.

We stare at the van. It looks deserted. The street is dark and silent.

"It's probably locked," Ralph says.

"Last one in is a rotten e-egg." Was that me?

Then we're running, racing each other. I'm first. And Ralph is right: the van is locked up tight. But Eddie (natch) knows a thing or two about picking locks and he has the rear doors open in minutes that feel like hours.

We all gape.

There

They

Are.

Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl lie on a mattress that covers the rear compartment floor, sound asleep (or so it seems). The ceiling light highlights the slow massive rise-and-fall of two pairs of gigantic tits. None of the cum has been cleaned off those magnificent bodies and their star-spangled costumes haven't been rearranged—both Amazons' pussies gape at us, gleaming pink in the light. The van smells like a fish market.

We all take deeep breaths and let them out sloowly. Ralph (natch) gets the hiccups.

"Well?" Eddie says.

"Dibs on big sister!" Wally climbs right in.

Eddie jumps in after with Ralph and me last. It's a big van so there's plenty of room. Eddie and Wally are already pawing Wonder Woman so we take Wonder Girl. My fingers itch to sink into all the heaving tit-blubber that bulges up from her plunging neckline.

The trouble is, the two awesome-bodied Amazons just lie there, like gorgeous costumed loxes. Eddie slaps Wonder Woman's face back and forth but can't even get a moan. Wally manages to cram most of his hand into her gaping snatch but he might as well be stuffing a turkey. A very wet turkey from the way his hand comes out dripping, but a limp one.

"What the fuck—?"

Ralph and I get the same reaction from Wonder Girl. He bares one huge soft boob and pinches its hard finger-sized teat, gives it a wiggle making the gigantic milkbag slosh and shake, but nothing else happens.

"Oh, man …."

Suddenly I have a thought: "Kittens!"

Their eyes open. They look at me. I DON'T freak. Barely.

"Right on Rich!" Eddie exclaims.

"Kittens, take off your costumes!" Ralph orders.

They ignore him. They lie there watching me. I try like hell to think of something to say, but my mind is as blank as the beautiful eyes in Wonder Woman's mask.

"Looks like they're yours to command, Rich," Wally says, eyes bright.

Eddie hunkers down next to Wonder Woman, takes one of her gigantic tits and hauls it out of its enormous bustier, squeezes it till his fingers all but disappear in the massive doughy melon. The Amazon Princess winces but her eyes stay on me. "Time to be inventive here. Look at all this womanflesh—ours for the taking!"

With his other hand, he strokes one of Wonder Woman's heavily muscled glove-sheathed arms. "Skin like satin, muscle like iron. Let's get nasty, boy!"

But I can't think of a thing. Johnson, now, is full of ideas—or rather one big idea. He's ready to bust his zipper with it but that's no help at all.

It's hard to think when all your blood is in one special spot.

Ralph moans, massages his bulging crotch. "C'mon Rich!"

"I got an idea or two," Eddie casually mentions. Nothing casual about what's going on in his pants, of course.

Wonder Woman awoke to darkness and relief.

A dream, that's all it was, a crazy nightmare ….

But she could still smell the smoke, the sweat, the cum. Hear that horrible, horrible cheering and clapping ….

And feel Dru's powerful thighs clamping her head tight as she was forced to lick her sister's pussy and taste its sweet gushing cum ….

On a, a stage of some kind, with all those … those sickos watching us!

The Amazon Princess's initial relief vanished when she tried to move and discovered her muscular arms were tied behind her to her booted ankles. It was only rope, she could tell by the way it chafed her wrists below her bracelets, but try as she might she couldn't break it. The star-spangled superwoman strained at the cords till her powerful arm and shoulder muscles bulged and her spectacular monster-titted body was greased with sweat. To no avail whatever.

Must ("UNHHH!") be magic of ("NNNKH!") some kind.

At least it wasn't her own magic lasso, she'd been tied up with that often enough to know its smooth silky deceptively-delicate feel and the deadening effect it always had on her will. As her grunting exertions increased she began to rock back and forth on her bound bracketed wrists—and bumped into a soft form next to her. A form that moaned. A moan she knew all too well.

"Dru?" she whispered.

Then a door opened in the absolute blackness and a man stood framed against the starlight outside. Wonder Woman could now make out the stone walls of a dungeon cell—and next to her, unconscious and similarly hog-tied, her sister Drusilla in, or rather jiggling and heaving mostly out of, her Wonder Girl costume.

So for that matter was she. Her gigantic breasts slopped all over the ornate bustier that could barely contain them at the best of times.

And this wasn't the best of times.

How in Athena's name could we both have been captured?? And by whom?

That question was quickly answered. The black figure at the door flicked a switch, and in the sudden light became the clown-faced purple-suited figure of

"Joker!" she cried. "You sick monster—"

The cackle from his gaping grin sent shivers the length of her Amazonian body. "Flattery, Wonder Tits, will get you nowhere! Neither for that matter will struggling—but feel free, you do it so well!"

The Clown Prince of Crime stepped into the cell, and then moved aside for others. Diana's masked eyes widened as they entered: The Penguin brandishing an umbrella and honking, Two-Face flipping a coin, and finally the diminutive form she hated most—the Count, who never failed to humiliate and abuse her in the worst possible ways!

Wonder Woman couldn't restrain a gasp of horror. Her worst fears about this evil quartet's intentions were confirmed by the huge bulges in their pants. These were the most twisted and best-hung of all her enemies! She and Wonder Girl were really in for it now!

Licking her luscious lips in apprehension, the amazing Amazon managed to find her voice. "L-look, if, uh, you let Wonder Girl go, I'll—I'll do anything you want."

Her stomach churned at the thought.

Sucking all those cocks … having to d-drink all that horrid jism!

And The Count liked her asshole best of all. Not that he could fit, but he always had fun trying.

The four fiends roared with laughter. "Now what kind of fun would that be?" The Count asked in his weird basso profundo.

"Gentlemen," The Joker chortled, "start your engines!"

Four hands (well, three hands and a flipper) jerked four zippers down, and four huge dicks leaped out to stand at rampant attention. The Count's was by far the biggest (as she knew only too well), while Joker's was as white as the rest of him. she'd heard he'd tattooed a happy face onto its swollen head since the last time this had happened.

He sure had. Wonder Woman got a clear (if cross-eyed) look at its big grin just before he plunged it into her mouth ("glllgghh!!") and the Count, spreading her brawny thighbooted legs wide, filled the Amazon Princess's pussy to bursting with his mammoth member ("nnnnhhhhh!!").

Out of the corner of her eye as she miserably sucked the foul bone-white truncheon ("mmpf-guhff!") and tried not to respond to the great cock plowing her fleshy furrow, Wonder Woman watched Wonder Girl get the same sadistic treatment. Penguin and Two-Face were fucking the bound voluptuous young super-Amazon in a sandwich: 'Face beneath her with his huge dick buried to the balls in her pert asshole while on top the tux-clad monocled madman pumped his rigid organ into her sweet snatch ("unh-ooo-gguh-unfh!!"). Both fiends mauled and squeezed Dru's immense breasts, 'Face reaching up to pull the great soft milkbags out to her sides and Penguin scissoring their big upstanding nipples in his flippers making her sob into a beslobbered ballgag.

Suddenly Joker whipped his palm across Wonder Woman's masked face a few times, then grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and jerked her mouth all the way onto his monstrous member. Its blunt head rammed to the back of her throat making her choke.

"Pay attention, Wonder Whore!" he cackled. "You'll get your turn with my friends soon enough!"

"Good one," The Count chortled as his eagerly slapping loins sent ripples through Diana's brawny thighs and ass around his pistoning organ. And then the bound battered and banged Amazon Princess could have sworn the demonic dwarf called him "Rich."

But Wonder Girl arched her back with a gagged cry of pain when Two-Face pulled his dick from her asshole and crammed it into her slurping sloshing snatch with Penguin's. Wonder Woman yelled her outrage around Joker's mouth-pumping manmeat and strained at the wrist and ankle knots till veins stood out on her bulging heavy-muscled shoulders like a road map.

But all she could do was try to ignore Joker's horrible triumphant grin shining down at her like an evilly joyous spotlight as she wretchedly sucked him, and sucked, and sucked ….

I can't believe it! I've died and gone to heaven! I'm sitting astraddle Wonder Woman's neck with my dick buried to the balls in her Wonder Mouth!!

See? I toldja it'd be worth the wait.

Even the tightness of those rich elegant lips around my cock and the oven inside with that teasin ticklin tongue and the way my balls bump against her chin can't convince me this isn't a fantasy—except there's no way I could ever dream anything up as wild as this. Definitely not the expression on the beautiful masked face gazing up at me as she works her luscious lips around my iron-hard meat: so humbled and abject yet furious at the same time.

Not too surprisingly for an Amazon Princess and world famous superheroine, she really really hates being tied up and forced to suck my dick—and that makes him even harder! Now I know what Eddie means when he talks about "a real diamond-cutter." I stir ol' Johnson around in that opulent gleaming mouth making her grimace horribly and go "mmpf!" and "gllggh!" and turn red. I really get off on the way my lipstretching dong bulges her cheeks out and makes her eyes cross.

Bet she doesn't do this too often! The thought it may be the first time ever almost makes me pop right there. Probably only makes it with women.

I decide to wipe that angry look off her gorgeous aristrocratic face so I take Wonder Bitch by the hair. I pull her tiara'd head up till chin sockets in collar bone and start ramming my cock down her throat like a piston. She gets too busy choking and gagging to be angry.

I notice that things have quieted down behind me.

"C'mon, 'Count'," I say. "Get with the program!"

"Hey, 'Joker'," Ralph pants over my shoulder, "lemme catch my breath, okay?"

Like fucking the brains out of world-famous superheroines is something he does every day. That Ralph.

But pretty soon his slap-slap-slap starts up again and I feel Wonder Woman's gigantic tits jiggle and shake against my butt and those splendid eyes of hers close and a tear trickles from under her mask. Her grunts and gasps as I bang the back of her throat go up an octave or so.

But I still can't quite believe it all! This musclebound six-foot-plus paragon of pulchritude and power under me could rip the van apart without breaking a sweat, juggle the four of us with one fingernail and probably throw us into orbit! Yet Ralph is reaming her slopping slurping pussy and I'm fucking her exquisite masked face and she's swallowing my rampant organ and choking on it, helpless to do anything but grunt and bleat and suck!

And all because of the amulet she wears around her fine slender throat!

"'Joker'," Eddie snickers next to me, "if I ever doubt another idea of yours again, you can slap me upside the head."

See, I haven't forgotten Penguin/Eddie and Two-Face/Wally. When you're dealing with Wonder Lips and Wonder Jugs and Wonder Pussy, it's just kinda tough to focus on anything else. But I was enjoying their antics almost as much as my own.

Check it out: while Ralph and I plow the Woman of Wonder fore and aft, those two hornballs are really going to town on big ballgagged Wonder Girl. Her booted legs are bent back and tied to her gauntleted wrists and Wally kneels between them with Eddie under her and both their hard pumping dicks crammed into her snatch together. The double-pumped overblown Teen Titan howls into her mouthball, eyes bulging as she arches her back and writhes and tosses her head madly. The great soft bowling balls on her chest flop and joggle around like they're going to fly right off, till Eddie reaches up and grabs ahold, squeezes them till his fingers disappear in all that doughy boob blubber and Wonder Girl's howls becomes gagged shrieks.

Then I see why. Not because Eddie is mauling her massive mamms but because Wally has rammed about a foot of the van's jack handle up the teen Amazon's pert puckered (well, not any more) asshole!

"How to go 'Face!'" I say, and we high-five.

I don't know if that did it, or the fact that just then Wonder Woman broke down and her grunts became gagging sobs around my mouth-plunging meat with tears flowing freely from under her mask. What I do know is: it's a damned good thing it happened right then, or we'd have been four dead and dismembered supervillains—I shit you not.

Well what d'you think happened? I came, stupid! Hey, it wasn't like it was a contest to see who'd last the longest—if you had a chance to fuck two super-bombshells like this you'd have popped in your pants!

Anyway. I didn't even feel it build, but suddenly I blasted a pint of jism into Wonder Woman's luscious mouth and she choked and drank frantically, throat rippling under the amulet. I'll give the star-spangled superbitch credit, too—she got most of it down. Or would've if (devil that I am) I hadn't pulled out of her cream-smeared mouth and spattered the rest of my spurting jism all over her exquisite masked face, like decorating a cake. She grimaced horribly and jerked her head about, but all that did was spread the goo around.

Ralph had to chortle, "Looks like you—"

He never finished. In any sense of the word.

Because suddenly there was this loud screech and the rear of the van (or "cell" as the two Amazons saw it) was gone! Everyone else was too involved in their super-pronging to do more than glance around dazedly, and God knows what would've happened if I'd been the same way (see above). I doubt that it would've been pretty.

Because the stripper we'd missed at The Flesh Factory was standing there staring at us and I knew instantly this was the real Savage Fury.

How? Oh, little (tiny miniscule) things like her costume … big things like the elephantine tits that ballooned all around its V-straps, as big as Wonder Woman's and Wonder Girl's combined. But the clincher was the back doors of the van, which she held in her armgloved hands like a pair of fans, having just ripped them from their hinges!

Wally had the presence of mind to say, "Oh shit …."

"What the fuck are you little perverts doing??" she demanded with the kind of rage (both en- and out-) that promised severely painful things to come.

But then it was like cumming: the words just popped out of my mouth without me even thinking them first. "Kittens! It's Catwoman! Get her!"

I dunno, maybe I got a knack for this kind of thing. Me! Richie Whitebread! Mr. Clean!

Because boy, did they get her!

-10-

Suddenly, magically, as though the Feline Fiend's appearance gave her extra strength, Wonder Woman found she could snap the rope binding gloved wrists to booted ankles like thread. Wonder Girl leaped up at the same time, reaching behind her head to tear off the ballgag.

The four super-villains jumped aside. And even though they'd been viciously raping her sweet sister and her just seconds before (with the Joker as usual forcing Diana to suck his awful dick which she especially detested), the Amazon Princess found her hatred so focussed on Catwoman that she didn't give them a second thought.

When Savage Fury tore open the rear of the van she was expecting the worst: Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl getting their brains fucked out by someone like Sledge Hammer and his brother Jack. The Cowled Crusader only hoped they'd be so involved in their rape that she could get the drop on them. It was tough to put up a decent fight with a raging hard-on, and she was counting on that.

Not for the first time, either—it was one of the reasons (the one she could most easily admit to herself) that she wore (well, sort of) this scandalous costume. Thanks to it and the jouncy bouncy pouncy flouncy (funfunfunfunFUN!) effect it had on her outrageously overblown bod, she'd managed to beat more than one super-villain or gang who were either stronger than she or better fighters (and there were, to be honest, a lot of those lately). They developed such huge erections watching these titanic tits bounding and joggling around their straps while her snatch played hide-and-seek with its V-bottom that they couldn't concentrate on fighting.

But Fury was so surprised to find the rapists were four teen-age boys (!!!) that she was a stupendously-stacked sitting (or standing) duck for an even greater surprise ….

When the poor gangraped Wonder Victims suddenly leaped up and attacked her!

They hit their astonished would-be rescuer like twin Amazonian artillery shells. Wonder Girl slammed into her mountainous chest, head socketing in the canyon between those much-larger blubberblimps, while Wonder Woman took her at the gut. Breath whofffed out in an explosion of spittle and the Cowled Crusader was sent hurtling back.

The overdeveloped and overeager Wonder Girl's momentum hurled her over Fury as the Masked Mammazon sprawled on the pavement, but before she could get up again (always a problem anyway in these 6-inch heels), Wonder Woman took a braceleted fistful of titanic flopping tit and hauled her up. Fury's groan of pain was smashed back by the right that blasted her jaw and the follow-up left that lay her out again, dazed.

"I owe you, Catwoman!" the Amazon Princess gritted. "That's just the first payment!"

She thinks you're Catwoman! Now why the hell—

"We both owe you!" came Wonder Girl's voice, and kicked Fury's cowled head, almost knocking it off her broad bare shoulders.

Jesus, these two are seriouuoooooogghhh—!!

The other knee-high boot stomped down on one of the Savage Sensation's titanic heaving tits, its spikeheel sinking ankle-deep into all that mountainous blubber. Groaning, Fury managed to grab the vinylclad ankle and throw its super-teen owner back. Wonder Girl reeled into her big sister knocking both Amazons off balance long enough for the Cowled Crusader to bring a thighbooted foot up into Wonder Woman's bulging cunt.

Squealing, the star-spangled superwoman bent low over the prone ponderous-pontooned paladin, both hands clutching at her snatch. Fury's follow-up kick landed squarely between Wonder Woman's own enormous boobs and sent her hurtling back as though launched from a catapult. Four surprised teen-agers leaped from the van as the Amazon Princess's magnificent body smashed through the vehicle like paper and exploded out the roof, disappearing into the night.

Savage Fury did a quick kip to her spikeheeled feet—right into a vengeful Wonder Girl's gut punch ("ooolffhh!!"). The Mammazon Marauder doubled over that gauntleted belly-buster and Drusilla took her by the crimson ponytail to smash her masked face down onto a silken up-kicking knee ("aah!!") and again ("uggh!!"), gritting as she did so:

"Catbitch—you—leave—my—sister—alone!"

A sledgehammer seemed to be pounding Fury's cowled head against an anvil. The last blow, with both gloved fists knotted together, drove her face-down to the pavement at the enraged Teen Titan's feet. Contemptuously, Wonder Girl stepped onto one of the monstrous soft blubberbags that ballooned out beyond the stunned super-bombshell's side, then took her by the topknot and pulled her up, strettttching that massive mammary out into a titanic teardrop against the spikeheeled boot pinning it to the ground.

An agonized squeal strained through Fury's clenched teeth and her masked eyes opened just in time to see Wonder Girl cranking back a vinylclad fist to knock her into next week. A desperate Fury did the only thing she could (hazily) think of: she grabbed a fistful of the snatch bulging through Wonder Girl's blue satin tights (when did she have time to rearrange herself??) and squeezed the opulent juicy fuckfruit as hard as she could.

The overblown young Amazon gave a breathy squeak, eyes and mouth opening wider than wide. She grabbed that snatch-crushing gloved hand with both of hers and the Cowled Crusader surged up, butting her leathern skull into Wonder Girl's beautiful face and knocking her back.

But before Fury could follow up, a sledgehammer agonizingly similar to the one she'd just experienced facially smashed up into her own mounded twat from behind.

And now it was the Masked Mammazon's turn to bawl and bow low over cunt-clutching hands, feeling juices seep between gloved fingers, seeing Wonder Woman's crimson-sheathed legs between her own thighbooted gams as one was lifted ….

"I don't know where you got this strength, Catwoman. But it won't do you any good."

The Amazon Princess kicked Savage Fury's big bare ass and sent her stumbling forward with a humiliated bleat to Wonder Girl, who was just tearing a lamp post from the sidewalk the way she might have plucked a flower.

"Batter up!" the awesomely voluptuous supergirl yelled, taking a home plate stance.

Swinging the 20-foot pole like a bat, she smashed the reeling Cowled Crusader into the air—only to have Wonder Woman leap up and snag the hurtling boulder-busted baseball in mid-air and hurl her down again like a Mammazonian human spear, driving Fury knee-deep into the pavement.

"Yer out!" Wonder Girl cried.

Twisting the lamp post like a huge soft pretzel, Wonder Girl wrapped it around the dazed Fury at the elbows, her gigantic quivering boobs hummocking over it.

"Dru, you've been watching too much baseball," Wonder Woman reproved as she landed.

"Aww, Diana …."

"Now, I was thinking more of the sweet science …."

--11--

And then both of them start to whale on Savage Fury big-time! Planted to her knees in the street with that pretzeled street light pinning her glove-sheathed arms, the great super-powerful Cowled Crusader is reduced to a grunting groaning gargantuan-globed punching bag as the two Amazons take turns slapping her masked face around and smashing those stupendous tits.

"Good one, Rich!" Ralph keeps saying, whenever he's coherent enough.

"Great one, Rich!" Eddie adds.

We're sitting on the tailgate of the van (or what's left of it) like it's the bleachers, and I'm the only one who isn't all googly-eyed and beating his meat right out in the open. Besides having gotten off already, I don't really like being this close to the action; when Wonder Woman did her cannonball act a few minutes before, she came this close to parting my carefully combed hair—between the eyebrows. But despite this (or maybe partly because of it), ol' Johnson is stirring again, and I sure as hell don't want to ruin my new status by acting chickenshit, so I stay with the guys.

And I've never been much on lady wrestling but I gotta admit: I'm enjoying this show.

Like a kid playing locomotive, Wonder Woman stands before the planted Savage Sensation pistoning short armgloved hooks wrist-deep into her monumental milkbags. Fury groans and squeals and strains at the lamp post coiled around her leather-sheathed arms but it's pretty obvious a lot of the Masked Mammazon's "fabled super strength" (that's boiler-plate for these kinds of stories) has been beaten out of her.

While her big sister (and believe me, Wonder Woman redefines the term) pounds Fury's gigantic tits, Wonder Girl circles around and every time she sees an opening, steps in to smash a gauntleted fist across Fury's gorgeous puss, making her cowled head bob about on her broad bare shoulders like one of those dashboard toys. With Fury buried to her knees she and the Teen Titan are just about eye level, so Wonder Girl lands some mighty jaw blasts. I half expect to see teeth fly and Fury's leatherclad head twist all the way around from a couple of them, like a cartoon.

Ol' Johnson gets interested when Wonder Girl takes Fury by a fistful of scarlet ponytail and jerks her head back to plant a big wide-mouthed wet one right on her lips. And he leaps to full atten-hut!! when despite being wrapped in a python of a lamppost and getting her monstrous mamms beaten on like enormous drums, that Masked Mammazon kisses her right back, tongue and all!

Ralph, who's been making these weird disgusting noises, pops right there.

Savage Fury was losing it. These two crazed Amazons would have been a handful even at full strength, and that mega-orgasm back at the warehouse had weakened her too much. She was recharging, but it would take awhile before she could even free her booted legs, much less tear out of this lamp post. And every time Wonder Woman buried a fist wrist-deep in one of her gigantic joggling jugs or Wonder Girl slammed a gauntleted haymaker across her jaw, the Cowled Crusader felt herself slip closer to oblivion.

So when the Teen Titan mashed her plush lips down on Fury's own and followed it with a mouthful of hot questing tongue, the battered and bound boulder-busted super bombshell went with it, relishing both the relief

(and, a little bit, the taste of Wonder Girl's eager soft lips on her own—this colossal-chested kid could kiss!)

But Wonder Woman was still tirelessly pounding Fury's boulderous blubberbags to mammary mush. Every pumpkin-smashing blow was a bulls-eye on her big dark nipples that despite the mountain of milkfat they perched on plowed right through to scrape gloved knuckles on her ribs and exploded mind-fragging pain throughout her awesomely voluptuous body. Fury's titanic tits tended to take a lot of punishment—providing unavoidable and downright inviting targets—but they'd endured nothing like this fistic barrage.

There was only one chance. Savage Fury hoped that Amazons didn't read Uncle Remus.

"Ohhh (ugh!) yes, darling (unhh!) yes!" she murmured into Wonder Girl's working mouth, trying to sound as passionate as she could despite the explosive tit torment. "Beat my (ooo!) tits! Smash (aah!) them flat!"

Wonder Girl paused, gave her a scornful look. "We always knew you were sick, Catwoman, but we didn't know you were a masochist!"

"(oof!) Just—just don't (oogh!) m-milk me, okay?" The fear and disgust didn't have to be faked. Fury really hated being milked more than almost anything. But if they went for it ….

And then it gets even better! While Wonder Girl bears down on Savage Fury's mouth like she's trying to eat her alive, Wonder Woman goes from beating her gargantuan tits like drums to squeezing and pulling on them like cow's udders!

"Yeah!" Eddie cheers. "Milk them whoppers!"

Wally gives him a shoulder-shot. I cringe. But the talent doesn't seem to notice.

What the two amazing Amazons (and the other guys) are too busy to notice as they work helpless humongous Fury's mouth and titanic tits is that the Cowled Crusader is working too—at the streetlight twisted around her waist and elbows. While she and Wonder Girl grind lips like there's no tomorrow and Wonder Woman mauls and mangles those immense milkbags, the muscles under Fury's armlength gloves are swelling almost as big as the Amazon Princess's, bulging her shoulders out over their tops and stretching the black leather taut.

"Guys …." I start to say.

Then the steel pretzel gives one loud screech—and Savage Fury explodes free with a yell, knocking Wonder Woman back so hard she crashes through a window—way down the street on the third floor! Fury takes the astonished Wonder Girl by a gloved fistful of bangs and slams their foreheads together then, leaping up, jerks the stunned superteen to her and smashes a straight shot across her slack pretty face knocking her to the street.

Resilient as hell, Wonder Woman comes leaping right back through the hole she'd just made but as she alights the Masked Mammazon takes the moaning dazed Teen Titan by the vinyl-booted ankles and swings her around and around, finally releasing her to hurtle into the charging star-spangled Amazon and both super-sisters go down in a colorful heap of satin and stars and eagles and boobs and legs!

"Yer both out!" Fury cries.

But so is she, almost—luckily for us. The towering titan-titted heroine slumps to her thighbooted knees. Then her cowled head jerks up and those gorgeous masked eyes zero in on us, like ice-blue targeting lasers.

"You boys!" she barks.

"Us?" Ralph says.

Fury climbs shakily to her feet, swaying a bit on their 6-inch spikes. We're too scared just then to wonder what happened to our amulets' 40-year-old illusions.

"Get your skinny butts over here!" Fury orders. At this point her name is very apropos.

"Us??" Ralph squeaks.

We ease our skinny butts off the tailgate. Even Eddie is scared shitless. Or should I say, jonesless. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl moan and groan but don't get up. No help there.

"I don't know what you did to—"

Suddenly there's a loud shot from behind us, in the wrecked van! Something like a handball slams into Savage Fury's mouth—not hard enough to knock her down (even weakened, that would probably take an artillery shell) but that isn't the idea. Because as the mouth-plugged Monumental Mammazon backs up a couple steps in astonishment, the thing buried between her teeth comes to life, shooting out straps that wrap around Fury's cowled head like tentacles, gagging her in an instant!

That's all the break we need. No one needs to say it, we all just do it:

BOOK THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!!

And no one tries to stop us, so (maybe I'm an idiot) as the other three pelt ass-over-teakettle down a side street to the car, I sneak back for a quick look.

Alright, I am an idiot.

But what I see is worth it: Catwoman on the tailgate with some kind of gun contraption, and Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl standing on both sides of Savage Fury slumped to all fours, kicking her around like a soccer ball.

I almost hung around. But I'm not that much of an idiot.

-12-

"OOOLFHHH!!"

"Now, you see?" Catwoman said sweetly. "If you insist on trying to get up before 'Mother may I?' my kittens will just keep putting you down again.

"But go ahead and try. Please."

Gasping around her mouth-filling gag, Savage Fury was so woozy she doubted she could get up off all fours even if Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl weren't kicking her in the belly every time she moved. She wasn't even strong enough to break the knots that bound her wrists at her neck and twisted her glove-sheathed arms into a "W" across her back. Mostly that was because she couldn't get leverage (her shoulders felt like they were a millimeter away from being dislocated), but also her head was kept spinning by the chloroform (or something a lot stronger) that soaked the spongy mouthball jammed between her teeth.

Catwoman was taking no chances with her. It was flattering in a way

"ULLLGGGHH!!"

but painful in most others.

"I must say you are the most persistent slut," the Feline Fury marveled. "Not too bright, but stubborn as hell. I like that. I think I can use you—as soon as I get my claws on another collar."

So, the collars are the controllers! But where did they come from? And how did Catwoman manage to capture Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl?

"With you three superbitches as my slaves, and the magic behind these collars—why, I can have EVERYTHING! And that's all I've ever wanted."

Savage Fury lunged at the preening vinylclad vixen—but Wonder Woman was ready. Grabbing her crimson ponytail, she yanked Fury back (so hard she thought her neck would break) and swung the dazed double-dirigibled dynamo around to impale her belly button squarely on Wonder Girl's gauntleted fist ("aawwwllgghh!!"), then jerked her up straight with a vicious rabbit punch to the Cowled Crusader's kidneys.

The breath and most of her remaining strength smashed from her, Fury dropped to her boot-sheathed knees, too winded to more than groan into her gag. Her belly felt pureed.

Wonder Girl took her by the topknot again and started to haul her up, cranking back a gauntleted fist with "jawbreaker" written all over it.

"Kitten!" Catwoman barked in sudden alarm. "Stop!"

That fear brought it all came together in the Savage Sensation's floating awareness: the ballgag, the collars, everything connected.

She knew what she had to do—if she could survive. Like stopping the van in the first place (last week, wasn't it?) and so much else in her pain-wracked rape-ridden career, the only way open was the hard way.

Hard fists, hard bondage, hard dicks—hard choices. So what else is new?

She deliberately telegraphed her next move, a sudden lurch forward, giving Catwoman time to respond.

And she did: "Kittens! Stop her!"

But the real move was not towards the felonious feline. The two star-spangled Amazons were caught by surprise when instead of going for Catwoman, the Cowled Crusader threw herself back—towards a large heavy door at the foot of a loading dock ramp. Fury had been doing her strip routine at the airport (involving very profitable lap dances with local employees) long enough to know most of the buildings around here were airfreight warehouses—with very expensive alarm systems.

She slammed a muscular bare shoulder into the steel door with everything she had left—which was more than she'd figured, because it exploded from its frame as though dynamited. The alarm didn't have to be sensitive to react to that, it just had to be loud.

It sure was—and then some!

The bell that shattered the neighborhood's late night calm drove Fury's super-hearing into the middle of her leatherclad skull. There was no way she could have gotten away from the two mind-controlled Amazons, even if she'd wanted to.

That wasn't the ("ughh!!") plan.

Wonder Girl's gauntleted fist drove across the Masked Mammazon's gag-stretched jaw and sent her smashing through the wall next to the empty doorway in a spray of bricks. Wonder Woman met her in the street with an armgloved right that buried itself wrist-deep in a titanic joggling tit ("gloolff!!") and a left cross to the other side of her jaw ("unnh!!") that almost twisted Fury's cowled head backwards on her broad shoulders.

The Thighbooted Thunderbolt reeled away, her world gyrating madly. But through the stars that whirled about her eyes she could see Catwoman screaming at the top of her lungs. See, but not hear over the alarm bell's racket.

And neither could her kittens.

The next hurt worst: Wonder Girl aimed a straight shot at one of Fury's two most unavoidable gigantically joggling targets but (on purpose, yet!) she ducked her gag-crammed masked face into the swing and took it right where her sister's punch had just landed: square on a cheekbone, numbing that side of her face.

The savage blow spun the stupendous superheroine around on her spikeheels like a top

And finally snapped the ballgag's straps, popping it out of her smashed mouth like a cork from a bottle!

Dazedly as Wonder Woman pulled Fury to her by a mammoth milkbag and cranked back an armgloved fist, the Cowled Crusader had to remind herself that the plan was working, the plan was working, the plan was www

"WWUKKKHH!!"

The vinylclad uppercut clacked her teeth and banged the back of Fury's leatherclad skull all the way over into her shoulderblades, showing her whirling real stars to match the ones in her eyes. She tottered back, and back,

And still farther back.

Saw Catwoman yelling at Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl, trying to make herself heard over the alarm's ringing clangor, and failing.

Turned and, hunkering down, put everything left in her long powerful thighbooted legs into a single leap!

Praying that the two Amazon sisters would follow the last orders they'd heard, and follow her,

But not daring to look back to see.

Until at the apex of Fury's leap, as the city spread out below, what felt like two cannonballs slammed into her and carried her onto a nearby rooftop, rolling and tumbling limply till she fetched up against a chimney with a grunt.

A vinyl-gloved fist took her by the collar of her cowl and jerked her head up into a brutal right across her plush swollen mouth ("uuggh!!").

"W-wai—OHFFF!" As a backhand smashed Fury's masked face the other way.

Wrong word, stupid! You know what it is, use it!

"K-kit—AAAAAA!!" Behind the chest-straddling face-battering Wonder Woman, other gauntleted hands grabbed the Cowled Crusader's thighbooted legs and lifted them, and a spikeheeled boot ground into her slack oozing pussy, its stiletto heel spearing deep into Fury's asshole.

"Kitt—OOO!! UHHN!! OOOMMPPFFFHH!" The Amazon Princess rammed her cowled head back into the chimney a few times (loosening a few more bricks), then sat her plump snatch down on Fury's face and clamped her head between thighs that bulged with iron muscle.

What a—ooooo!—time to go face-sitting! Hey, g-gooohhh eeeasy with that h-heel, kid, I've got to shit through that hole!

Holding the Masked Mammazon's shoulder-gloved arms overhead, (somewhere back there the knots at her wrists had burst but she couldn't remember where—didn't matter at this point) Wonder Woman ground her swollen throbbing fuckfruit into Fury's mouth.

"MMMPFF! GUGGGGH!"

What good was a magic word if your mouth was otherwise occupied?

A hard pearl of a clit tickled Fury's nose as the Amazon Princess's bloated labia spread her lips open. The taste was sweet and salty. Fury had eaten more than her share of pussy, both voluntarily and—well—otherwise, and this was the best-tasting she'd ever had.

If she could only keep Wonder Girl from using that boot-heel to extend her asshole all the way to her stomach!

Only one way to handle this ….

And for once, not the hard way.

Fury rolled her long tongue out into Wonder Woman's hot tumid folds and the star-spangled Amazon jerked up straight with a hisssss! The Cowled Crusader began to stir her tongue around in that boiling pink cauldron and Wonder Woman let out a groan of long-withheld ecstasy.

Let's see how long it takes to get this Amazon off both ways!

Then she heard a familiar, horrible chuckle, not too far away. Clearly audible over the distant clangor of the alarm—that was why she'd chosen this rooftop.

Savage Fury reacted instantly.

She wrenched her leather-sheathed ankles from Wonder Girl's grasp and slammed them together at the Teen Titan's ears—not hard enough to stun her, but hard enough to make her do exactly what she did.

Which was to jerk her snatch-grinding super-sister off the Thighbooted Thunderbolt's cum-smeared masked face with a surprised yelp, bend down to take a gauntleted fistful of titanic heaving tit

And haul Fury up to a sitting position

Before she could yell "(UNNGHH!!) Kittens! You will hear only MY voice!"

Too many words, spewed out quickly but not quickly enough to prevent Wonder Girl from laying the Savage Sensation out again with a vicious cross that cracked her skull against the chimney so hard it crumbled, half burying her in a brick avalanche.

Dimly, through the bells that clanged and bonged and rang through her head, the dazed Fury heard Catwoman's voice ordering her kittens to stop. So she was actually glad when she felt Wonder Girl's gloved hand grab a gigantic doughy jug again to pull her up from under the pile of rubble. Wonder Woman reached down to twist a vinylclad hand in Fury's filthy topknot and her overblown sister clenched her fist in the Masked Mammazon's immense jelloblimp till it felt like she was going to tear that titanic tit off. As she caught a quick glimpse of Catwoman disappearing over the next rooftop looking very displeased, it was all Fury could do before they blasted her into next week to squeeze out through her teeth:

"K-K-Kittens! STOPPPPP!!!"

And they did.

-13-

"Kittens."

"Yes mistress."

"Take—take off those collars."

"We can't, mistress."

"All—all right, then turn around."

"Yes mistress."

"But first … help me up?"