Cats, Bats, and Amazons, Oh My!

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Wonder Woman, Catwoman and Batgirl are all Copyrighted by DC Comics. This is pure fan fiction, and I receive no pay or other benefit from it except getting my jollies off. Please send all glowing praise and disgusted vitriol to Pigboy75@hotmail.com.

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"You'll never escape me, Catwoman!" Wonder Woman cried. They were sprinting down the dark streets, the Amazing Amazon just a step behind the curvaceous cat burglar. The only sound was the clatter of their stiletto heels on the concrete, and the huffing of their labored breathing. Then Wonder Woman reached out and grabbed Catwoman's long, silky hair. "Got you!"

"No," Catwoman cried, stopping suddenly and bending over.

"Eeks!" Wonder Woman cried, her knees striking Catwoman's butt, flipping her over the curvaceous criminal. The sexy Amazon Princess slammed headfirst into a light post. "Ugh!"

Wonder Woman collapsed into a heap next to the pole, moaning as she struggled to fight off the threatening darkness. But that blow was too much, even for Hera's champion, and the beloved heroine was soon sucked down into oblivion.

"Wow, I didn't see that coming," Catwoman said, smirking as she nudged the unconscious Amazon's sweet round butt with the toe of her booted foot. Wonder Woman was now lying face-down on the sidewalk, spread-eagle. "But it's puurrfect."

She dropped to one knee beside the unconscious Amazon, reaching for the fastener to the golden girdle that was the secret to the heroine's superhuman strength. And she really wanted to get her paws on that wonderful magic lasso, too.

"Catwoman, I have you now!" another annoyingly familiar voice suddenly called from above.

"Dammit, Batgirl," Catwoman growled, big blue eyes narrowing. She saw a bat-shaped boomerang attached to a rope streak across the night sky high above, and wrap around a flagpole jutting out from the side of a nearby building. "That bat-brained bimbo is ruining everything."

"Oh, my head," Wonder Woman groaned. She realized immediately her predicament, and rolled to the right as Catwoman reached for her waist again. She didn't know if Catwoman was going for her power belt or her magic lasso, but she had to deny her either way. "Catwoman, you fool. You had your chance to escape."

"Dammit!" the arch villainess cried, and turned to run.

"Halt in the name of justice!" Wonder Woman cried, taking off after her, but not quite as fast as before.

"Catwoman, you are mine!" Batgirl cried, swinging down from the heavens at the end of a bat rope.

Catwoman froze, trapped between the two super heroines. Eyes wide, she quickly realized that only had one direction to go: left, away from the building and sidewalk. But a thought occurred to her just before she darted left. If she went that way, Batgirl would swing right past, but Wonder Woman would still be hot on her heels…

"No, you are mine!" Catwoman cried triumphantly, and dropped to the ground at the last second, just as Batgirl's booted feet would slam into her chest, and Wonder Woman would grab her from behind.

"Oh," Wonder Woman cried, as Catwoman dropped down. Her gaze followed her prey, and she didn't see Batgirl.

"Wonder W—!" Batgirl cried, too late.

She twisted hastily, trying to avoid the collision. Instead of slamming feet first into the Amazing Amazon's chest, she slammed in full length, face to face. Their foreheads bounced off of each one another.

"Uuggh!" both grunted, and crumbled to the ground.

"Ha! Bat Bimbo and Wonder Tits are both down," Catwoman purred, smirking. Batgirl was completely out, while Wonder Woman was moaning and groaning. Catwoman knew, however, that Amazons could take a lot more licking and keep on ticking. So she reached down, and pulled the magic lasso off of the Amazon Princess' golden girdle. "I'll take that." She then wrapped the rope around the sexy Amazon twice. "And now I've taken you, Wondie."

"Oh," Wonder Woman said, big blue eyes opening wide in disbelief.

"Don’t try to escape. I am your mistress and you must obey my every command, Wonder Woman," Catwoman commanded.

Wonder Woman closed her eyes, shaking a for long second, before she relaxed. Then she opened her eyes, calmly looking straight into her foe's face.

"You won't get away with this, Catwoman," Wonder Woman said as she rolled to her knees and sat back on her legs.

Catwoman cupped her chin, looking deeply into her wide, blue eyes. Gone was that fierce determination, replaced by just a touch of fear. Catwoman's thumb pulled the beautiful Amazon's lower lip down, the cat burglar biting her own lip as she longed for a taste. But then she took a quick glance to her left, and sighed gustily.

"Kneel there and keep your mouth shut until I deal with Bat-for-Brains here," Catwoman purred, heading for the other downed heroine.

Batgirl suddenly moved, and the villainess scowled, having thought that the little troublemaker was unconscious. Catwoman froze, trying to figure out what her foe was attempting in the darkness.

"Deal with this, Cat Bitch," Batgirl growled, and lashed out with a booted foot.

The super-shapely super heroine kicked Catwoman's feet away. The sexy burglar rolled away from her foe, but lost the magic lasso. Fortunately, Wonder Woman had orders, and she was continuing to obey.

Batgirl took a good look at her foe before launching herself at the sexy purple-and-black cat-suited cat burglar. Catwoman wore a skintight purple catsuit, with matching cat-eared cowl. Her stiletto knee boots were matte black, and her opera gloves black as well. Long, silky dark hair spilled out of an opening at the back of her costume's neck. That color combination provided good cover in darkness.

"You changed costumes," Catwoman purred. "I liked the purple cat-suit better."

Batgirl struck a super heroine pose before the villainess. She looked Catwoman up and down with contempt.

"You would," Batgirl sneered. "But I got tired of the public catching a brief glance of me, and thinking I am you. So I went black."

Her cowled cat-suit costume hadn't changed, save for the colors. Her bat-eared cowl and catsuit were black now, with the same bright yellow knee boots and gloves. A large, yellow stylized bat was emblazoned across her ample bosom. Long, wavy red hair cascaded down the back of her neck.

"I approve of the dominatrix look," Catwoman said. She kicked straight up into Batgirl's chin. The curvaceous super heroine gasped, falling back against the light post. "I'm going to strip you out of that costume, and strap-on fuck you until you scream my name." She kicked Batgirl in the belly, doubling up the super-sexy super heroine. Then she seized the beautiful vigilante's face with both hands, and leaned in for a kiss. "Your full, red lips look so deliciously kissable."

"Mmmmm," they both groaned as their lips met and started to slide around all over each other. The sheer pleasure of that passionate kiss claimed Batgirl for a long moment. As Catwoman knew it would. As it always did.

"Now both you and Wonder Body there are my personal playthings," Catwoman purred when their lips parted. "And I will play with you both a lot."

"You won't get away with this, Catwoman," Batgirl said, breathless.

"That's what Black Canary said last year," she said, smirking. "I kept her for six months before I tired of her body and sold her to white slavers." She wagged her brows at the dumbstruck super heroine. "And also, Emma Frost, Lady Blackhawk, and Zatanna warmed my bed before I sold them into prostitution in third world countries."

That was enough to get the bat-themed vigilante to find her backbone. She shoved Catwoman back and kicked straight up into the villainess' chin.

"Turnabout is fair play," Batgirl said, wagging her brows now. She then glanced at Wonder Woman, and grimaced. She had to release the beautiful Amazon from Catwoman's power, and there was only one way to do that. Through the magic lasso that was currently encircling Wonder Woman's chest. So she reached for the golden lasso's loose end, which was lying near her booted feet. "Now, to release my friend from your vile clutches."

"No!" Catwoman cried, tackling the curvaceous super heroine.

They rolled along the sidewalk, neither able to gain a decisive advantage over the other. Finally, Catwoman pulled her feet up, placed them on Batgirl's belly, and kicked the sexy heroine away. Seconds later, the two shapely women squared off.

"Bye-bye, Bats," Catwoman purred. "It's getting late and I have things to do."

With that, Catwoman turned her back on Batgirl, and leapt atop a parked car nearby. Batgirl charged after her. But instead of running away, the sexy villainess turned around and kicked Batgirl in the face.

"Ugh!" the heroine cried, falling to her back.

"Yeow!" Catwoman cried, and leapt at her.

"I don't think so," Batgirl said, raising her feet and catching Catwoman on the soles of her boots. Then she kicked her foe straight back and away. The purple-clad babe slammed into a brick wall. Batgirl scrambled over to her, and laid a left and a right cross into her pretty face. Then Catwoman suddenly kneed her in the pussy. "Uggh."

Catwoman reached for Batgirl's face, and the super-sexy super heroine lunged straight back. So instead, Catwoman grabbed the top front of Batgirl's new shiny black costume, and ripped it open down to the vigilante's navel.

"Nice tits, Bat-brains," she teased.

"Nice pussy," Batgirl groaned, and kneed Catwoman between the legs. "Cat Cunt."

"Yeeoow!" Catwoman cried, before head-butting Batgirl. The beautiful caped-crusader dropped to her knees. Finding herself in an inferior fighting position, Batgirl pounded an uppercut into Catwoman's pussy. "Aaaiiee!"

"I'm taking you down, Catwoman!" Batgirl cried as her foe turned and ran.

The shapely, purple-clad beauty ran into the nearest alley. Batgirl charged in after her, her exposed tits jostling all around as she ran. She watched as Catwoman leapt high, caught the bottom rung of a roof-access ladder, and began to climb. Batgirl jumped, grabbed that same ladder, and followed the sexy criminal up.

"You cannot escape justice, Catwoman!"

"Catch me if you can, Bats."

Batgirl took a chance, and reached for Catwoman's ankle. To their mutual surprise, she managed to seize the ankle. Then she jerked down.

"Yeow!" Catwoman cried, losing her grip and falling backwards.

"Wait! No!" Batgirl cried, just before Catwoman fell back into her. "Aiiie — UGH!"

"Oh, that hurt," Catwoman groaned, and rolled off her cushion. Batgirl was right beneath her, totally out and lying spread-eagle on the ground. "Too funny. Super heroines do dumb things all the time, but that was really dumb. And now you will pay for your ineptitude, Bats-for-brains."

Catwoman began to rummage through Batgirl's utility belt; soon, she found the pouch holding the vigilante's handcuffs. The villainess pulled the black-clad beauty's yellow-gloved hands back, and cuffed them. Then she stood up, and unzipped her own catsuit all the way down the front, going between her legs and right up to her tailbone. With all of her girl parts now exposed, Catwoman ripped Batgirl's costume down between the sexy heroine's legs, and up past that shapely butt.

Lying down beside Batgirl, Catwoman plunged her eager fingers deep into Batgirl's moist twat, right below the heroine's close-cropped, triangle of curly black pubic hairs.

"Not a natural redhead, are you?" the villainess said, and laughed.

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Meanwhile, Wonder Woman remained kneeling on that sidewalk. Waiting for a command.

"Hey, it’s Wonder Woman," a pretty redhead said.

Wonder Woman glanced at the three women approaching her. There was a blonde and a Hispanic woman in addition to the redhead. All were beautiful and scantily clad. Hookers. The redhead wore all black leather: bustier, skirt and thigh boots. The blonde wore a shiny, metallic red strapless mini-dress. And the Hispanic woman wore a skimpy white dress and matching knee boots.

The helpless heroine looked up at them as they stopped in a semi-circle before her. The redhead was in the middle, with the blonde to Wonder Woman's left and the Hispanic girl to the right. The Amazon Princess barely had a thought running through her head, except for her noting that the blonde wore designer shoes. Very expensive, and she wondered how a hooker could afford such a decadent luxury.

"Are you Wonder Woman?" Red said.

Wonder Woman hesitated, trying very hard to defy the lasso's magic. The compulsion to obey was too powerful.

"Yes."

"I bet you are," the blonde said. She frowned down at the heroine. "You're just a hooker in a costume, aren't you?"

She looked past them, both ways. Where were Catwoman and Batgirl? The fighting had ended abruptly in the alley nearby. One of them had to have won the fight by now.

"No. I am Wonder Woman."

"Why are you just kneeling there?" the Hispanic girl said.

She knew that answer would cause trouble. She felt a chill slither up her spine, but had to answer.

"My mistress ordered me to kneel here," she said.

"Your mistress?" Red said.

"Catwoman."

"Catwoman is a criminal. Why do you take orders from her?" Red asked.

That was it. The power of her lasso was an open secret. Most of the general public didn't know about its powers. And that was for the better.

"She defeated me, and is using my Lasso of Truth to force me to obey."

The three hookers looked stunned. The redhead recovered first, getting a crafty look in her lovely eyes. A look that chilled Wonder Woman to the bone. She had a vision of being taken by those three wicked women and sold to a pimp. Or worse. With the lasso, anyone could force her to sell her body on the street. Just the thought of the humiliation to come was already starting to heat up her face.

"Amber, Maria, are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Red said.

"Yes! Let's do it, Tanya," Amber, the blonde, said.

Tanya picked up the loose end of the golden lasso. "You have to obey me now, right?"

Wonder Woman groaned as the hooker used the lasso's magic on her. She felt it flow through her body, dig into her mind. She swallowed and nodded, shoulders goose-fleshing.

"Yes. Whoever holds the lasso around me can command me," Wonder Woman said.

"Stand up."

Wonder Woman stood up. The three hookers all stepped back nervously. Tanya kept hold of the lasso. She gnawed nervously at her lower lip as she studied Wonder Woman's face.

"Pull your top down and shake your titties at us," Tanya said, as all three hookers prepared to run away. But the captured vigilante simply pulled the front of her red-and-gold bustier down under her tits, and shook her tits at them. "Fucking A! She really has to do whatever we say."

"Will you work as a hooker if we order you to?" Maria said.

"Y-Yes, but I'm a highly respected super heroine."

"Yeah, right. And you will give us all the money you earn as a hooker?" Amber said.

Wonder Woman closed her eyes, not wanting to believe that turn of events. She understood that criminals would use her lasso against her, and that they wanted to do things to demean and humiliate her. But she never expected hookers, who were the ultimate victims of the street, to turn on her like that. To use and abuse her body for their own pleasure and profit.

"Yes," she whispered, struggling so hard to defy them but failing. "I… I have no… choice. Do you really want to take advantage of me like that?"

"Fucking A," Tanya said, reaching out to cup a firm, heavy tit. "We're going to be rich!"

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Batgirl woke to find Catwoman's warm, greasy lips sliding over hers, tongue deep in her mouth, and bold fingers rubbing the hell out of her clitoris. She didn't know what had happened, but her sexy foe already had her shapely body roused up something terrible. Nipples rock-hard, pussy sopping wet and tingling and burning with need. The cuffed heroine was panting through her nose, back arched and really, really close to the ultimate pleasure: a forced climax.

Holy Climatic Last Stand! Batgirl thought, heart hammering.

Batgirl struggled briefly, trying to break free of her own handcuffs. She gave up after a second. Besides, it was only making Catwoman more amorous.

"Don't stop, babe. I love the way your beautiful breasts jostled during your pathetic struggles," Catwoman purred in her ear. Then she reclaimed Batgirl's full red lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

"Uuuummmmmm."

Batgirl's big blue eyes rolled up, and she felt the last of her willpower evaporate. That climax that she had just barely been holding at bay escaped, and smashed into her. Her traitorous body erupted with wonderful pleasure.

"Uuugggghhh!" Batgirl cried into Catwoman's passionate mouth, as she bucked and writhed. Catwoman grabbed her face in both hands, to continue kissing her throughout the entirety of her mind-numbing forced climax. Then she released her lips and face, and started kissing her naked tits. "Holy Bat Shit! That was awesome!" She collapsed to pant furiously a long moment as Catwoman kissed her way down Batgirl's spectacular body. The sensuous cat burglar slipped down between the caped-crusader's satiny thighs. "Hey, what are you going to do down… Oh. Oh. Oh my. Ooohhhh mmmmyyyyy GAWD!"

Catwoman nibbled and sucked hard on Batgirl's engorged clit. One hand probed the sexy super heroine's puckered butt hole, while the other finger fucked that slippery wet, throbbing pussy.

"Mmmm, your pussy is purrfect," Catwoman said with a husky voice. "Purrfect for what I have planned, that is."

"W-what do you have planned?" Batgirl gasped out, eyes huge. "I'm a respected super heroine. I demand to be treated with respect and dignity!"

"What if I do this instead?" Catwoman said, going from one finger up the cowled beauty's pussy, to two. She started finger fucking Batgirl even faster, while her thumb pressed hard and rubbed against the helpless heroine's achy, throbbing clit. "You have such a sloppy wet pussy, babe. I love it."

Batgirl gasped and panted, grunting to every thrust of those wicked fingers. She felt so hot and breathless, head spinning. She couldn't stop writhing, despite knowing that it just proved to her captor that she was enjoying it, and thus giving her pleasure.

"I defy you!" Batgirl suddenly cried, bucking wildly. She twisted and turned, managed to pull herself off of Catwoman's fingers, and then rolled to her knees. With her wrists cuffed behind her back, she teetered atop her knees a second. "I will not be your little sex toy!"

Catwoman leapt to her stiletto-heeled feet, snapped a kick into Batgirl's upturned face, and then stomped down on the caped-crusader's head. Batgirl's head was slammed brutally into the concrete. Black and white flashed behind her eyes as she groaned her misery. Her nasty, perpetually horny foe dropped to her knees beside the heroine.

"You're a bad, bad girl," Catwoman purred. "I like it."

The depraved cat burglar plunged three fingers up Batgirl's aching, throbbing pussy. Her other hand pressed down on the helpless heroine's head, keeping her head down and butt up. That exposed her pussy and butt to Catwoman's insatiable appetite.

"When I get out of this, I'm going to rip you a new one," Batgirl growled, then started panting and grunting again. It felt too good. "Why must you always… uuugggh."

Batgirl's eyes widened as the heroine felt her overheated, oversexed body changing, going into that wild rush to climax. She groaned, struggling to hold that orgasm at bay. She didn't want to give Catwoman the pleasure of making her come even once. And especially not multiple times.

"Let it go, girl," Catwoman purred. "I can feel it in your hot, shapely body. You are at the brink. Just…" the wicked cat burglar plunged in four fingers, pumping like mad, "… let it…" And then with a wild laugh, she tucked her thumb in, and thrust hard and deep, "… Go! Fist fuck!"

The beautiful caped-crusader's body exploded with pleasure. Wicked, dark pleasure she didn't like to admit she felt. She bucked and squirmed, but Catwoman kept pumping that fist deep inside her, stretching her out beyond anything a cock could do.

"Uuuggghhhh! Oh! Oh! Aaaaaggghhhhhh! Aagggghhh!" Batgirl cried, kicking her booted feet furiously. The toes of her boots popped loudly against the ground. "Aaaaaaaaaaaagghhhhh!"

"Come for me! Yes! Yes!" Catwoman cried, eyes wild with victorious joy. "Come again and again!"

"Aaaggghhh!" Batgirl cried, forced to climax again around that relentless, pounding fist. "Do… you… ever… tire? Aaaaagghhhhh!"

"Oh, no. I never get tired of sexually abusing uppity super snobs like you."

"What the fuck?" a deep male voice said. "Look at this, boys. Two bitches fucking like rabbits!"

"Wahoo! Fuck party!" another cried. "Get them!"

"No!" Catwoman cried, jerking her hand out of Batgirl's cunt and leaping to her feet. "I'll kick your stinking butts!"

Batgirl rolled over onto her side as she watched Catwoman roundhouse kick the first man off his feet, and then drop low to rabbit punch the next man in the nuts. As luck would have it, the heroine fell atop her discarded utility belt. Crying out with joy, Batgirl started checking the pouches until she found the handcuff key.

"How many of you are there?" Catwoman growled, but sounded just a bit worried.

If Catwoman was scared, then that really frightened Batgirl. She tried harder to get that key into the slot. It wasn't easy, but she'd practiced this very move many times before. A super heroine had to be ready for anything. And then…

"Yes! I'm free!"

"What?" Catwoman said. Distracted by her prisoner's escape, she almost failed to duck a punch in time. That blow was hard enough to knock her lights out, too. "Yeow!"

Batgirl rolled to her knees, and then struggled to her booted feet. Her body was still quivering and quaking to the multiple orgasms that Catwoman had forced out of her. She felt so weak and unsteady, that even her super heroine mind understood that she was not ready to fight anyone.

Catwoman kicked one more man in the head, and then jumped up onto the roof-access ladder nearby. She scrambled up that ladder super fast, laughing all the while.

"Enjoy your street thug gangbang, Bat-for-brains!"

Batgirl looked up at the villainess' shapely silhouette, and then back down at the glaring, angry men. How many were there? Men were still emerging from the dark night shadows. So she took off running.

"Another day, Catwoman," she growled as she ran, face burning in shame.

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"Wonder Woman, do you know how to be a hooker?" Amber asked. “I mean, do we need to teach you the ins and outs, how to approach men and get the money first thing, and all?"

Wonder Woman cut her baby blue eyes at the blonde hooker. She showed no emotion, because the lasso forced a calm expression, while allowing her mental struggles. The rope forced her to obey without question, to the letter and spirit of the command. Thanks to the magic lasso, the High and Mighty Wonder Woman was completely obedient, though horrified inside her mind.

"No, Mistress Amber, I have been forced into prostitution before. I know what I have to do," Wonder Woman said. She tried to not think about all those past "setbacks", but they came unbidden into her mind. All of the sex. All of the shame. All of that sexy degradation that she loved and hated so much. "Is there a motel I should take my clients?"

Though she loathed them, speaking to her mistresses focused her mind on something less arousing. It helped to keep sexy thoughts out of her mind, and thus allowed her body to remain calm. There was a way out of her predicament. There was always a way out, and she had to remain calm and ready to exploit any opportunity that came her way.

"Clients. I like that," Maria said. The lovely Latina smirked as she looked the Amazing Amazon up and down. "You are so hot, Wonder Chiquita, I want to fuck you."

Wonder Woman just nodded. That wasn't enough for Maria. But then a 1960s model car, painted candy apple red and full of gangbangers, rolled by slowly. Those gangbangers looked them all over with cold eyes. The Amazon's breath caught, thinking that they would stop and that she'd be sold to them for gangbang sex. But the car continued on.

"Would you like that, Wonder Woman?" Maria said. "Me fucking you. Total lesbo shit, baby."

Maria didn't strike her as a lesbian. Something said that the lovely Latina was just trying to get a rise out of her. Unfortunately for the hooker, the lasso didn't really allow that. It forced honest answers and obedience.

"Any time you want me, Mistress Maria," Wonder Woman said, feeling her own cunt warm up and a bit of moisture seeped out at the prospect. She took a moment to check her costume, smooth it with her perfectly manicured hands and even wipe dust off her red stiletto boots, again to distract and calm her mind and libido. She frowned to see a dark, deep scuff on the toe of the left boot, across the white stripe. "I am yours to command."

"It doesn't bother you that we are forcing you to sell your body?" Tanya said.

Wonder Woman looked up and down the street. Her mistresses had brought her to the middle of the local red light district, about three blocks from the spot where the three hookers had found her. Hookers, pimps, and pushers were everywhere, with lots more cars slowly passing by.

Sexy feminine flesh on parade. Offered up for sell. Scores of women looking for that big score, to make some sleazy pimp happy. Wonder Woman's pussy got a lot warmer, a lot wetter, as the heroine's juices flowed. Her belly trembled with anticipation.

"I find it totally repugnant, Mistress Tanya. My soul rages, but my body obeys," Wonder Woman said. Really, as much as her mind despised being forced into prostitution, her body was already ready to start. Indeed, it felt eager to get started. "My magic lasso is very powerful. I have no choice but to obey your orders to the letter."

"How long will you be under the lasso's spell?" Amber said. "How often must we use it to keep you fucking for us?"

That was a tough question, and no really good answer.

"It'll last until some event shatters my current reality," she said. "It's not easy to break the lasso's spell, but not impossible, either. I cannot do it since I'm the one ensorcelled, so someone or some outside force would have to do it."

"Oh hell yes, we fucking own your ass forever, bitch," Maria said, clapping her delicate little hands.

"The lasso will work the same way with anyone we use it on, right?" Tanya said.

"Yes."

"Fucking A, baby," Amber said. "We can make anyone we want be our absolute slave hookers."

"I say we start with that stuck-up skank Tiffany," Maria said, dark eyes glittering.

"I say we start by putting this holier-than-thou bitch to work first," Amber said, patting Wonder Woman's shapely ass.

Tanya then surprised the Amazing Amazon by looping the magic lasso around her upper chest three times. Wonder Woman gasped with each loop. The lasso's magic rippled through her body, rousing her up. Wonder Woman had a pretty good idea what Tanya was going to command her to do now.

"Wonder Woman, listen and obey," Tanya said.

"Yes, ma'am," she whispered, eyes glazing over and face utterly slack due to the intensity of the magic consuming her.

"Wonder Woman, you are our whore, our hooker," Tanya said. "The three of us own you body and soul, and when I take off this lasso, you will do your very best to earn as much money as possible as a hooker. You will be fast and eager, and give the boys a really good time. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand," she said. "I obey."

"Good, get to work, Wonder Whore," Tanya said, smirking as she removed the lasso. "While you're fucking for fun and profit, me and the girls will be using our new magic lasso to put other girls under our power."

"We're going to be rich," Maria said.

"Hell, we're gonna rule prostitution in this city," Amber said.

Wonder Woman sucked in a deep breath, turned, and walked away. She knew that if they paraded that lasso around too much, someone bigger and meaner would come and take it away. The gorgeous Amazon didn't think that she'd be working for them very long.

Then she spotted a man wandering down the street, looking all the hookers up and down. He was a middle-aged white man – glasses and a suit, but minus a tie. He probably worked late in a nearby downtown office building, and just wanted a little stress relief before going home to a nagging wife. Or that was what he was telling himself, to justify cheating on his wife with a hooker.

"Hey, baby, you looking for a date?" Wonder Woman said, bowing her back to display her majestic tits even more.

"Wow, you look just like Wonder Woman," he said, perking up. "Not like most of the hookers pretending to be her."

"Do you like Wonder Woman?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Do you fantasize about fucking Wonder Woman?"

"Who doesn't?"

She giggled. It wasn't natural, but she was a pretty good actress. "Here's your chance, baby. I'm Wonder Woman and horny as hell." She glanced meaningfully at a nearby motel. "So, do you want a date with me?"

"Yes," he said, eager eyes locked on her barely covered chest. "How much?"

"One hundred dollars," she said, and tensed up.

"That's a bit stiff…."

For a second, she struggled internally. The magic forced her into prostitution, made her strive to please her mistresses despite how she felt about it. But her pride said that she could demand more money, playing on her super heroine identity. Not to mention her superior body and beauty. On the other hand, if he didn't accept her deal, she would fail, and the magic wouldn't like that.

She stepped up close and personal. Her soft, delicate hand stroked his cheek, while her eyes held his gazing in a sizzling hot look. She rubbed her glossy red lips together, pleased to see him lick his lips.

"Look at me, baby. Don't you think I'm worth it?"

He hesitated, as his eyes absorbed all of her curvaceous beauty. Within seconds, she knew that he was going to go for it. He looked so horny, so wickedly hungry.

"For a hundred I get what?"

She rose up on her toes, kissing him on the corner of the mouth.

"Me. Naked," she whispered breathlessly, as if she wanted him so bad it hurt. Yeah, she was a pretty good actress. "And the usual suck and fuck. Not to mention, you get to play with my tits and touch me all over."

"Deal!" he said.

"Good choice," she said, starting to lead him by the hand toward the motel. "I'm going to make you so happy."

Once they were there, Wonder Woman stopped by a window. The hooker motel was U-shaped, with the office on the right entry side. A clerk was waiting in that window, so they didn't have to waste time going inside.

The clerk was a middle-aged woman. She looked Wonder Woman up and down with utter contempt. The Amazing Amazon had a bad feeling that she knew the truth, that what looked like just another hooker in a Wonder Woman costume was the real deal.

"Hey, I need a room," she said, feeling her face heating up.

"I know. I just talked to Maria," she said. The clerk waved the man over, and took his money for the room. Wonder Woman knew that Maria had arranged for a deal where her three mistresses received a kickback on the cost of the room each time one of Wonder Woman's clients paid for it. And they would all pay for it, too. "Room 24. Have fun, you kids."

She led the way up the stairs. It was a walk of shame for the proud Amazon Princess. It felt like every eye was on her, watching her every step. Watching her all the way to the room, up until she had gone inside. It was a relief to finally be inside that dingy, dirty room.

It was a small room, with just a twin-sized bed, single chair, and bistro table. All pretty shabby. The bathroom was the smallest she'd ever seen, squeezing a toilet, sink, and bathtub into the tiniest space imaginable.

Even before her john had closed the door, she reached back and unzipped her top. His eyes got big as he took in her naked tits. They were big and heavy, and jostling gently before him.

"Put the money on the table, and we can get started," she said.

He fumbled with his wallet, and dropped a wad of cash on the table. Face burning, she picked it up and counted. As much as she hated prostituting herself, and as much as she really didn't want to see her mistresses profiting from her ultimate defilement and humiliation, she did not want to be cheated either. It was a wad of twenties, tens, fives, and ones that equaled one hundred dollars even. She folded the bills once, and stuffed them down her right boot. And then, smiling a fake smile, she hooked her thumbs under her shorts on both hips, and wiggled out of them.

Meanwhile, he had already stripped down to just his black socks. She rolled her eyes, and then plastered on a big sultry smile.

"Lay down, baby," she said. He lied down atop the covers, facing up. Erection at attention. She lied beside him, wrapped a hand around his cock, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Now the fun begins."

She knew that kissing was taboo with hookers. It might cause an emotional reaction, an attachment. They didn't need all that emotional baggage. Sucking and fucking was intimate enough; kissing was just too damned personal. But Wonder Woman needed at least that first little kiss. It made it feel more like a one-night stand, and less like prostitution.

Time was money in the hooker world. Scooting down lower, she started licking his cock from head to base, and back up again. He groaned, hands in her hair. Wonder Woman wrapped her full red lips around his cock head, and gave him intense head for a moment. After a couple of bobs, she pulled off and climbed on top of him.

"I'm going to ride you to glory, baby," she whispered, holding his gaze. His hands were all over her tits, squeezing and rolling the nipples. She groaned, enjoying it a little too much. "Just relax and enjoy."

Wonder Woman guided his cock to her tingly, hot folds. She sat back, forcing him past her pussy lips, pushing him into her vagina.

"Ooooooh," she groaned, head rolling back. "Sooo, good."

He spread her so sweetly. Initial penetration was always the best. She began a slow bounce, forcing him deeper and deeper. His hands drove her wild, playing with her tits, maybe a little too roughly. Just the way she liked it.

"Hera, I wish I was handcuffed," she whispered, mind spinning.

"What?" he said.

"Nothing," she said. "You're so good. So big and manly. Oooooh."

He started thrust up into her, even as she bounced up and down his shaft. She cried out, panting, sweating. Mind spinning.

"Oh yes. Yes," she whispered.

She felt her body changing, gathering for that big explosion of pleasure she loved and hated so much. It always felt so damned good. Yet, she hated how weak and malleable climaxing made her.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, feeling her body rushing to climax. "Oh Hera, yes!"

The Amazon beauty squeezed her vagina muscles as tight as she could, and her body exploded with the most wonderful pleasure. That climax radiated throughout her body, to her very toes and fingertips. She quickened her bouncing, stimulating her body even more, stretching her orgasm out as long as possible.

"Aaaggghhhh! Oooooh. Yes. Oooooh, baby," she said, feeling him cross over and started pumping cum into her. "Yes, give it all to me, baby."

"Oh man, I think it is so cool you didn't make me use a condom," he gasped out, huffing and puffing below her.

Wonder Woman's baby blues snapped open. "Oh shit."

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Batgirl stood atop a tall building, looking down at all of the depravity on parade. She hated red light districts. And she wouldn't be there at all if not for rumors of Catwoman sightings. So many rumors of her there that the caped-crusader couldn't ignore them any longer. The infamous cat burglar might even have a hideout there. Catwoman was a rather kinky thing, after all.

A flash of gold on one of the hookers caught her eye. Then the red and blue.

"Hooker dressed as Wonder Woman," she muttered, face screwed up in disgust. "If I see one dressed up as me, I'll go down there and kick her butt."

The heroine's eyes were drawn to the raven-maned hooker as the hooker talked up a big black man. She certainly had the body to play Wonder Woman. And the hair. Her breath caught as the hooker turned around, facing the heroine for a second, before leading her newest customer toward the nearby motel.

"Oh my God, that can't be…" she said, breathless and head spinning.

Wonder Woman had been missing since their little dust-up with Catwoman a month back. How did she become a hooker? It didn't make sense, unless Catwoman had caught the Amazon after she had escaped. But why a hooker? Catwoman usually kept her super heroine prisoners as playthings for a couple of months, before selling them to other criminals or into white slavery.

"That can't be the real Wonder Woman," she said, and tried to push it out of her thoughts. But that one thought kept returning. "But what if it is? She'll need my help."

Batgirl had also been bagged and forced to hook a time or two in her storied career…

"Dammit, I have to find out," she said.

Within minutes, Batgirl was swinging down onto that depraved street of sin. The street people stiffened upon her familiar arrival. She gave them a superior gaze and strolled down the street, toward the hooker motel. Hookers, and especially pushers and pimps, rushed off the street, finding hidey-holes until she passed. They were rightfully afraid of super heroines.

"What do we have here? Batgirl, her own fine self," a beautiful Latina said. She was sitting on a shiny new Mercedes Benz, with lots of diamonds sparkling at her ears, throat, and wrists. Batgirl raised an eyebrow when she noticed that the Latina's tight bandage dress was also designer. "You looking for a career change, Bats?"

"Bats?" Batgirl said, instantly not liking the young beauty. The Latina was looking her over like a sweet piece of candy. "My name is Batgirl. And you are?"

"Maria," she said. "You know, with me as your manager, you could make a killing on this street."

"Yeah? Well, if you make any more comments like that, it'll be you I kill," Batgirl snarled. "Male pimps are bad enough, but a woman pimp is another level of disgusting. Why would you want to exploit other beautiful young women?"

"Hey, I started out as a pimp's plaything, money maker," Maria said. "I got a promotion. It's so much better to be in charge, you know?"

"What do you have here, Maria?" a beautiful blonde said as she walked up. She was just as splendidly attired and bejeweled as the Latina was. "Another hottie for our stable?"

"You bet I do, Amber," Maria said. "Meet the one and only Batgirl."

"Wow, I never realized Batgirl was so damned hot," Amber said, eyes roaming her body. "She has a body to rival Wondie's."

Batgirl looked back and forth between them, utterly disgusted.

"Have you two lost your…" she started, but noticed their lovely eyes narrow, becoming very hard and cold. Amber's eyes shifted, looking at something behind Batgirl. "I don't think so!"

The shapely super heroine spun around, stepping to the side. And not a second too soon, either. A golden lasso fell on the spot that she had just vacated. The gorgeous redhead holding the rope looked surprised, and the other two cried out in fear.

"How did you get the Lasso of Truth?" Batgirl said, momentarily mesmerized by that legendary rope. Wonder Woman's rope. "Oh my God, that was Wonder Woman I saw prostituting herself! What have you done to her, you base-born miscreants?"

"Just gave her a fulfilling job, making lots and lots of men very happy," Tanya said, pulling the lasso back into loops. "She's a public service kind of girl, so she really enjoys her job. Wondie loves her bad boys, and the bad boys love her."

"This is horrible! How dare you debase such an icon of virtue! An icon of goodness and right," Batgirl cried, heart hammering. "You've defiled an actual princess! An Amazon Princess! A warrior princess!"

"She's a fighter alright," Amber said. "That girl fucks twice as many guys in an hour, and works a lot more hours than anyone else. We're making a fortune off her hot body!"

Anger flared. Batgirl leapt forward, and kicked straight up into Tanya's chin. The redhead came off the ground, and fell straight back, arms wide, unconscious. Batgirl spun around, and smashed a roundhouse into the side of Amber's head, putting her down and out. Then, Maria suddenly pulled a pistol, forcing Batgirl to freeze.

"You are not protected from guns, my pretty," Maria said. "Kneel. I said KNEEL!"

Fists and teeth clenched, Batgirl slowly dropped to her knees before the beautiful Mexican-American. A second later, a five hundred-dollar designer shoe slammed into her face, sending her sprawling on the sidewalk. Rolling up onto one elbow, Batgirl touched the trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth with her tongue.

"You'll pay for that."

"No, you'll serve us just like Wondie does, as a happy hooker," Maria said, squatting to pick up the magic lasso.

Her eyes left Batgirl for just a split second. That was all a super heroine needed. The caped-crusader rolled away, and onto her feet. Maria squeaked, squeezing off two shots into nothing. Batgirl charged her, but Tanya surged up and tackled the super heroine from the side.

Batgirl cursed her stupidity. She'd forgotten that, despite looking gorgeous and delicate, those women were street whores. They were tough, used to fighting. They could take an ass whipping almost as well as she could.

The heroine forced herself and Tanya to roll over and over across the sidewalk, until she stopped it while she was on top. Then she slammed an elbow into Tanya's face. Maria was racing towards her, stilettos clattering on the concrete, magic lasso in hand. So Batgirl rolled off of Tanya, and ducked under Maria's attempt to lasso her.

"Good try," Batgirl cried, kicking her in the ribs. She tried to grab the lasso, but Maria was too fast. And then Amber charged her. "Dammit, there are too many of you skanks."

"Wondie, help!" Maria cried.

Batgirl pulled her eyes off of Amber to search out and find Wonder Woman. A second later, she spotted the Amazon emerging from the hooker motel. The big black guy she had just fucked stood beside her. They were both gawking at the three-on-one catfight.

"Wonder Woman, I'm here to rescue you!"

"You really are Wonder Woman?" the black man said.

"Of course, who did you think I was? Silver Sable?"

"Wondie!" Tanya cried. "Kick her butt!"

Batgirl's eyes dropped down to the Amazon's golden Girdle of Hippolyte. Wonder Woman was still super powered, and quite a bit faster and stronger than herself. But she couldn't imagine the Amazon Princess attacking her.

"But you told me to be a hooker and give pleasure," Wonder Woman said, frowning.

"Ha!" Batgirl cried. "Take that, miscreants!"

She tried to kick Amber in the head with a roundhouse, but the blonde ducked and punched her over the kidney.

"Ugh!" Batgirl cried, staggering forward in intense pain. But she recovered fast, and launched an attack on Maria again. The hot little Latina took another shot at her, which forced the super heroine to jump to the side. "I'm going to… ugggh."

Her threat was cut off by Amber racing up and performing a flying kick, with both booted feet, into her belly. That knocked the breath out of her. Gasping and struggling for air, Batgirl stumbled over to a wall. The three female pimps surrounded her, all looking disheveled and angry.

"We are so going to fuck you over," Maria snarled.

"Total public humiliation," Tanya added.

"And we are going to unmask you here on the street, in front of everyone!" Amber sneered, eyes flashing. "Get her!"

The unmasking comment shocked the sexy super heroine. It was the most potent threat of all, making her heart race at super speed. When Tanya lunged at her, she didn't hold anything back as she kicked at the redhead's face.

"Gotcha!" Maria cried, as the golden Lasso of Truth looped around Batgirl's torso. "Freeze!"

Instantly, Batgirl found herself unable to move. She was in the middle of a vicious kick at Tanya, so being forced to stop so suddenly was too much. The ensnared super heroine went down in a pile, and Maria stomped down between her shoulder blades, pulling the lasso very tight as she did so.

"I said freeze, Batgirl," she snarled. Batgirl gasped as waves of intense magic consumed her body and mind. It wasn't the first time Wonder Woman's lasso had been used on her, and she truly hated what it could make her do. "I'm your mistress. Say it!"

"You are my mistress," Batgirl said, while her mind screamed in horror and rage.

"Say, I'm a pretty, pretty girl," Tanya commanded.

"I-I-I am a pretty, pretty girl," Batgirl said, face burning and tears starting to flow. "Please, let me go."

"Shut up," Amber said, kicking her left butt cheek. "You belong to us now, Batskank." She kicked the super heroine in the lower back. "Say it! Admit you are Batskank!"

"I am Batskank," she said through clenched teeth.

"You are our sex slave, and an obedient little slave," Maria said, sending cold waves of magic through the shapely super heroine. "Say it."

"Oooh, I am… I am your sex slave," Batgirl whispered, struggling to regain control of her body and mind. "I am… your obedient slave."

"Wondie! Get your fat, sleazy ass over here!" Tanya called.

Batgirl panted furiously on her knees as her captors waited, breathing equally hard. Wonder Woman's heels clacked as she approached. The captured caped-crusader hoped that the Amazon would help her, but it was only a faint hope. Wonder Woman appeared too obedient and docile. Those hookers truly owned the raven-maned beauty.

"Why didn't you help us?" Maria demanded when the Amazon stopped beside them.

"It seemed to conflict with my previous orders," Wonder Woman said. “The command left me confused as to what to do.”

"Well then, let me be very clear," Amber said. "Take Batgirl to the middle of the intersection. Strip off her costume, except for her cowl. Then you take off your top and bottoms, before fist fucking her senseless. Is that command confusing in any way?"

"No mistress. I will obey," Wonder Woman said, reaching down to yank Batgirl to her stiletto-booted feet. "You should command her to obey me in every way, or she might be able to put up a fight."

"Batgirl," Maria said, voice low and menacing. "You will do anything Wonder Woman tells you, and you will cooperate while she molests you in the most degrading ways imaginable. At no time, no matter what is done to you, or what you are commanded to do, will you put up a fight or refuse to obey."

"Yes, ma'am," Batgirl whispered, body and mind consumed with magic, wiping her clean, leaving her helpless and vulnerable. "I obey."

"Let the fun begin," Tanya said as Maria removed the lasso.

"Be rough with her, Wondie," Maria said, eyes narrowing. "Teach that bitch a lesson she won't soon forget."

Wonder Woman thrust a finger up Batgirl's nose, turned, and started leading the gasping super heroine after her.

"Come with me, Batgirl," Wonder Woman said, voice becoming menacing.

"Aagh!" Batgirl cried, desperately wanting to make her remove that finger from her nose. But she was under orders to cooperate.

The street quieted down as they stepped out into the intersection. Wonder Woman led the helpless heroine to the very center. Some of the street people laughed, but mostly everyone was watching eagerly. Wonder Woman didn't waste time, and ripped Batgirl's catsuit right off, leaving the vigilante in boots, gloves, cowl, and cape only.

Batgirl stood naked before the world, trembling and gawking at the super heroine friend abusing her. Wonder Woman was under the three women's absolute power, as was she now. This was her new world. Absolute, helpless submission and obedience. If the Amazon warrior couldn't fight the lasso's magic, what chance did she have?

Wonder Woman then pushed all thoughts out of her mind by palming the back of her head, and kissing her passionately. Batgirl groaned and squirmed as their lips glided sensuously across each other, Wonder Woman's soft, delicate hands roaming her body. The Amazon pinched and rolled her nipples, torturing them into hardness. It didn't take long before Wonder Woman had Batgirl panting, body filled with the sweetest sensations, pussy hot and wet.

"Kneel, slave," Wonder Woman commanded. Batgirl knelt before her, looking up into a fierce face as Wonder Woman removed her top and then wiggled out of her bottoms. Then the Amazon palmed the back of her head again, forcing Batgirl's face into her crotch. "Eat me, Batgirl."

Batgirl found her lips pressed to Wonder Woman's sopping wet pussy. A pussy leaking cum. Man cum. The sexy super heroine wondered how much, from how many men, was up Wonder Woman's pussy as she began licking. Sucking down cum as she went.

"That's it, suck that cum out of my cunt, bitch," Wonder Woman growled. "Eat it all!"

Batgirl ate pussy like never before. She wasn't a lesbian, but had been captured by Catwoman more than once. And also, some of the men who had captured her in the past had forced her to make out with other women for their amusement. The cowled super heroine knew her way around a pussy.

"Oh! Yes," Wonder Woman said, rising up on her toes. "Yes. Suck on my clit. Just like… oooooh, yes."

Seeing her friend so aroused, and feeling her body reacting to her efforts, inspired Batgirl to suck harder on that sensitive nub. It didn't take much to get Wonder Woman gasping, back bowed, head thrown back. Then, while sucking that clit in and out very hard and fast, Batgirl thrust two fingers up the Amazing Amazon's pussy, finger fucking her friend hard and fast, as well.

As she felt Wonder Woman cross that erotic threshold, Batgirl pulled her fingers out and pressed her mouth to the raven-maned beauty's nether lips. She lapped up Wonder Woman's love juices hungrily – eagerly – as the Amazon's body exploded with climatic joy.

"Yes! Aaaggghhhh!" Wonder Woman cried, and a gush of man and Amazon cum filled Batgirl's mouth. "That's how you eat pussy, baby!"

The street people laughed and cheered, shouting obscene suggestions. Batgirl continued to suck on Wonder Woman's pussy, sucking in cum. Swallowing it all. After her body began to subside, Wonder Woman pushed her face away and forced Batgirl to all fours.

"Now it's my turn to make you come," Wonder Woman said softly. She knelt behind Batgirl, starting to finger fuck the heroine with two fingers. Then, for the crowd, she yelled, "Time to tame the mighty Batgirl! With a good, old-fashioned fist fucking!"

The crowd went wild, dancing and laughing and cheering. Batgirl felt her body changing, her skin goose-fleshing. Fist fucking was always so damned profound. Pleasure and pain, and getting stretched too far.

Wonder Woman added a third finger, loosening up Batgirl even more. The black-and-yellow-clad beauty panted furiously, staring at the jubilant crowd. Everyone was so happy to see her downfall, her capture and debasement. Her already-aroused body was being pushed by Wonder Woman, and her helpless condition, to new heights. She felt the ripples of pleasure, pushing her closer and closer. Then Wonder Woman added that fourth finger, and she was soon thrusting in super deep, stopped only by her thumb.

"Oh… no… I … can't… Aaaaagghhhhhh!" Batgirl cried, body exploding with climatic pleasure. She bucked and pushed back into Wonder Woman's hand. "Oh! Oh! Aaagghhh!"

"And we are…" Wonder Woman cried, tucking her thumb in. The Amazon thrust in, pushing her entire hand up Batgirl's cunt. "Fist fucking Batgirl!"

"Aaaggghhhh!" Batgirl cried out, body convulsing with pleasure and pain. "Oooooh. Oooooh. Aaaaaggghhh!"

"Unmask her!" someone cried.

"Yes!" the crowd roared. "Unmask Batgirl! Unmask Batgirl!"

Wonder Woman continued to pound that fist in, but turned to her three mistresses, who were standing nearby with their heads put together. Finally, they turned to Wonder Woman and nodded.

"Oh no," Batgirl gasped out. "Not that. Please, don't do it, Diana. Please."

"I have no choice, Barbara," she said softly. "I'm sorry, but…"

Continuing to fist fuck her helpless friend, Wonder Woman slowly laid her hand atop Batgirl's cowled head. Her hand slid forward, until she could push two fingers through and up under the edge of that famous cowl. Then she started to pull back and up. The double-sided tape held. At first.

"No! Please!" Batgirl cried, feeling the tape start to give.

"Behold, the true face of… Batgirl!" Wonder Woman cried. "Police Commissioner Gordon's own daughter, Barbara!"

The crowd went wild, and Barbara Gordon felt her body go over the top again. The crowd partied as she was consumed with the most powerful climax of her life. Wonder Woman milked every ounce of pleasure out of it, making it last the longest amount of time possible. And then, finally, Amber walked out and took control.

"Batgirl, or Barbara if you like, is now open for business," Amber called to the crowd. "She is one of our girls starting right now. Who wants to fuck Batgirl first!"

A lot of men rushed forward. Wonder Woman leaned in close, whispering in Batgirl's ear.

"Welcome to the seedy side of life. Welcome to my life," the Amazon said. "I'm sorry."

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

"How cute, they call her Wondie," Catwoman purred. She was on a nearby building, watching the fun below. It was after hours in the local red light district. A bunch of pimps and their whores were gathered to party. Wonder Woman and Batgirl were there, stripped and being passed around like the cheap whores they now were. "She's always been a wonderful fuck, too."

Catwoman watched with bated breath as a Hispanic pimp slammed it up Wonder Woman's ass. The raven-haired beauty wore nothing but boots, bracelets, and tiara. The Amazon had a look of incredulousness on her beautiful face as she stared up into the heavens. His hands roughly fondled her big, bouncing tits as he stood behind her and thrust in over and over, until Wonder Woman cried out in orgasm. Very, very loudly.

Then, she watched him pull out of the Amazon's ass. Wonder Woman turned around to face the pimp, dropped to her knees, and started licking his ass-nasty cock. No hesitation or look of disgust. The Amazon licked that big cock clean, and then went to work on his nasty balls.

"Purrfect," she purred, as Wonder Woman sucked his cock all the way down. "Ass to mouth for Wonder Woman. Such a nasty, nasty girl now."

From what she could discern, Wonder Woman had been a hooker since the last time they fought. Word was that a trio of hookers had found the Amazon dazed, and had used the lasso on to make her their sex slave hooker.

"Eight months as Wonder Hooker," Catwoman said. It gave the legendary cat burglar the warm tinglies knowing that the stuck-up Amazon goodie-two-shoes had spent eight whole months fucking and sucking for money. As a sex slave. It just seemed the purrfect fate for her old nemesis. Then she glanced at the other helpless heroine. "And seven months for Batcunt."

Batgirl was in nothing but boots and gloves. Her cowl was in the middle of a Cadillac's hood, along with the rest of her costume. She was getting double penetrated by a pair of big black pimps, one up her pussy and the other up her ass. The sexy brunette looked like she was having a good time.

"Mmm, Commissioner Gordon's daughter, Barbara. Not a redhead, either. Very clever using the wig under the cowl disguise," Catwoman said. "Not so clever getting your sexy ass caught and put to work as a whore."

Catwoman had been out of the city for almost eight months, so she hadn't known about the city's most famous hookers for a time. Apparently, everyone else did. It was a big scandal, especially considering the police commissioner's daughter was a hooker, and had been a super heroine. Wonder Woman's defilement had been, and still was, worldwide news. It was what had brought Catwoman back to the city.

She still had plans for Wonder Woman, and now Batgirl.

There were way too many big, strong pimps and pushers down there at the moment. So Catwoman watched them party for the next two hours. Watched as Wonder Woman and Batgirl docilely accepted any and all abuse. Watched the sexy super heroines fuck and suck pimps and pushers. Watched as they put on a rousing lesbian sex show on the roof of a car. And then watched as a beautiful Latina tied one end of the Lasso of Truth around Wonder Woman's neck, and the other end around Batgirl's neck.

"Yes, come to momma, girls," Catwoman purred, eyes narrowing as that Latina, along with a redhead and a blonde, led the two former super heroines away. Her breath caught as she watched the dim light play on the heroines' sweat-shiny bodies. Watched how sensuously they walked behind their mistresses. Watched those big, beautiful tits jostle as they walked. The redhead had Batgirl's costume bundled under one arm, while the blonde had Wonder Woman's costume.

The trio led the helpless heroines straight to a long, black Mercedes Benz limo. Upon seeing that, Catwoman quickly shimmied down a rope into the nearby alley where she had hidden her black racing motorcycle. She hopped onto the motorcycle and hurried out into the street, just in time to see the limo turn left at the next intersection. Leaving the motorcycle's lights off, she followed that limo at a distance.

"Looks like those hookers hit paydirt," Catwoman said when they pulled up to a luxury mini-mansion in Uptown. It had to be at least five thousand square feet, complete with a four-car garage. Lots of naked young beauties filed out the front door, lining up to greet their mistresses. "I like how those girls do business."

Since learning of Wonder Woman and Batgirl's fates, Catwoman had done a little research on their captors and defilers. No one knew for sure, but speculations were that Amber, Tanya, and Maria had used the lasso to enslave over a hundred beautiful young women. Almost half had already been hookers and rivals, and the rest were hot chicks that they had run into and wanted working for them. The Lasso of Truth made it all happen.

"Gotta love mind-control prostitution," Catwoman said. She pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. A familiar male voice answered, "Hello, Rocco. Catwoman here. Have I got a deal for you."

"Oh?"

"Yes, lots and lots of hot female flesh," she said. "All ready, willing, and eager to please."

"I've heard that before," he said, sounding unconvinced. "What do you really have?"

She'd dealt with the infamous white slaver many times. She'd sold Sue Storm to him last year. And then sold him Silver Sable just two months back, over in France when that sexy bounty hunter tried to score her for the reward that Scotland Yard was offering. Last she'd heard, Sue had been sold to some Chinese billionaire collector, and Silver was still with Rocco, since they had history. He was still fucking his pound of flesh out of her spectacular body.

The cat burglar really liked how Rocco rolled.

"Maybe a hundred or so hot young twenty-somethings, all under the mind-controlling influence of Wonder Woman's lasso. They will not put up any fight, cry, scream, or otherwise. They will just do as they are told. Period." She smiled with wicked glee. "Interested?"

"Hell yeah," he said.

So they quickly agreed upon a price for the women, and then Catwoman gave him the address of the home before her. It would take him about an hour to arrange transportation for that many white slaves, so she had time. Maybe even a little time to indulge in her beautiful captives before he arrived.

After hanging up, Catwoman quickly moved toward the house. She circled it, looking for a way to get inside without alerting anyone. It was locked up tight, so she climbed up to a second floor balcony in the back, and picked the lock on the French doors to a master bedroom. She quickly headed for the door on the other side of the room – the one leading out into the hallway. But just as she reached that door, someone on the other side turned the knob.

Catwoman jumped back, pressing up against the wall and blending into the dark shadows. The redhead – Tanya – entered, trailed by a beautiful blonde, and flipped the lights on. The blonde only wore a black thong and black stiletto pumps. Tanya was leading her, with a tight hold on an erect nipple. The redhead wore a white bandage mini-dress, and white stilettos. Not to mention a small fortune in diamonds.

The cat burglar locked the door and kicked the blonde between the shoulder blades at the same time, slamming her headfirst into the redhead. Tanya went down with a surprised squawk.

"Hello, Tanya, it's time you join the ranks of white slavery," Catwoman said. She stood over the redhead, wagging her brows as she looked Tanya's shapely body over with relish. "And thanks for capturing Wonder Woman and Batgirl for me."

"You will not get away with this," Tanya said, and sucked in a huge breath to scream. Catwoman kicked her in the chin, silencing her warning before it started. "Uggh."

Rolling Tanya onto her belly, Catwoman bound the redhead's wrists with a tie-wrap, and then did the same to Tanya's enthralled blonde sex slave. After that, she went through the nightstand next to the king-sized bed, and found a pair of ball gags. She stuffed an oversized black ball gag into Tanya's mouth, and a normal-sized red one into the sexy slave's mouth. And then she bound them together, necks to ankles.

Finally, she thrust a vibrating dildo – a big red ten-incher – up Tanya's pussy and turned it on. The sexy redhead woke up instantly, screaming around her gag. In no time, she was bucking and writhing.

"I think you will prove to be very fun for the lucky Third World pimp or brothel owner who buys you," Catwoman purred, yanking Tanya's dress down to expose her tits. "Yes, a very lucky man he will be, not to mention how much fun your customers will have playing with those sweet puppies."

Then she started filling a pillowcase with the jewelry Tanya was wearing, followed by the contents of her jewelry box. Over the next few minutes, Catwoman quickly stripped the room of all easily portable valuables.

That done, the sexy burglar hurried out of the room. Going down the dark, silent hallway, she checked behind each door. The bedrooms had all been converted to dorm rooms, with lots of bunk beds filled with naked enthralled women. Their stable of sexy, eager hookers.

"This might be a good second career for me, once I'm too old to burgle."

At the other end of the hallway, she found another master bedroom. Inside was Amber, with Batgirl eating her out. The blonde mistress was nude, save for a truly wicked pair of six-inch stilettos – each with a sexy strap – around her ankles. Batgirl knelt beside the bed, in nothing but her cowl, cape, and stiletto boots. The former-heroine-turned-hooker's face was buried in Amber's snatch, eating her mistress out with relish and amazing skill. Just seeing it got Catwoman's juices flowing.

"Mind if I join you girls?" Catwoman purred, stepping inside and closing the door. She dropped the pillowcase of loot on the floor, by the doorway. "You look hot on your knees, Batbrains."

"Catwoman? Oh shit," Batgirl said, face shiny with Amber's love juices.

"Kill her!" Amber cried.

"Really? Kill? That is so rude," Catwoman said, shaking her head woefully.

Batgirl was on her feet instantly. She looked at Catwoman with fierce glee.

"I'm going to kick your fat butt," Batgirl growled, stalking forward.

Catwoman's eyes dropped to the vanquished super heroine's naked tits. Sometimes, she could be as distracted as easily as a man by a nice set of boobs, and Batgirl's tits were amazing. Second only to Wonder Woman's rack.

"Wouldn't it be so much more fun if we were both naked," Catwoman purred. "And our bodies oiled up nice and slippery and shiny?"

Batgirl paused as her mind went there. Catwoman flowed into a fighting stance, wagging her brows at her sexy foe.

"We'll make that happen for you," Amber said.

As Batgirl moved in swiftly, Amber opened a nightstand drawer and pulled out a brown bottle and a white cloth. Catwoman's eyes widened. It was usually her doing to chloroform young beauties. Her distraction allowed Batgirl to strike, as the vigilante laid a right cross to her left cheek.

"Aaiiee," Catwoman cried, head knocked brutally to the side. Batgirl might have looked sweet and delicate, but that bitch packed a punch. The shapely villainess in purple and black rolled with the punch, allowing herself to be spun around, until she found a suitable spot to launch her counterattack. "Take that!"

She struck Batgirl in the side of the head with a flying roundhouse, sending the cowled crusader reeling across the room. Amber was coming up behind her, chloroform-soaked cloth in hand. She seemed surprised when her pretty little soldier was kicked away, leaving her to deal with Catwoman alone.

"Hey, girl, looking for a good time?" Catwoman purred, wagging her brows. Amber's eyes widened. "I hope you like trouble, because that's what you found. Lots of fun trouble."

"Eeks!" she cried, turning to flee.

Catwoman laughed as she lunged for Amber. But the blonde hooker-turned-pimp surprised her. Almost too late, Catwoman realized Amber wasn't afraid of her, but had tricked her. As she grabbed Amber, the blonde shoved the chloroform-soaked cloth into Catwoman's face. However, the wily cat burglar had used chloroform too often in her career to be taken that easily. She held her breath, while gently exhaling through her nose to keep the fumes out.

The sexy burglar rabbit punched Amber in the throat. The blonde cried out, dropped the cloth to clutch at her throat, and stumbled back onto the bed. Catwoman grabbed the dropped chloroform cloth and jumped on Amber. She had just barely gotten the cloth over the blonde's mouth and nose, when Batgirl suddenly slammed into her side.

Twisting and turning, she broke free of Batgirl. They rolled to their feet, panting as they glared at each other. Then Amber joined Batgirl in the attack, the two women standing five feet apart as they slowly backed Catwoman into a corner.

"I'm going to add you to our stable tonight, Catwoman," Amber said. "Batgirl and Wonder Woman both have admitted that you have fist fucked them, and that is something you really enjoy doing. So I think after Tanya, Maria, and I have fist-fucked you into submission, we'll have Bats and Wondie lead the long train of fisting hookers who will break your spirit once and for all time."

"That is a very tempting offer," Catwoman said. "And I must admit, I'm quite tempted to surrender just to enjoy a night of fist pumping pleasure, but my schedule is tight. Sorry, can I take a rain check?"

"You're a very funny girl," Amber said, eyes narrowing. "Batgirl, let's take her down now."

"My pleasure," Batgirl snarled, face fierce.

Batgirl moved first. She lunged for Catwoman. The sexy cat burglar caught that yellow-gloved wrist, and threw the vanquished vigilante over her hip, to roll headfirst into the wall. Amber was right behind Batgirl, taking advantage of her opportunity. The blonde kneed Catwoman in the face, slamming her back against the wall. She immediately pressed the cloth over Catwoman's face, while slamming punch after punch into the burglar's belly.

It was hard to hold her breath while being punched in the stomach, but Catwoman just managed. Instead of trying to force Amber back, though, she grabbed hold of Amber's hand and held tight, which made the blonde pause in surprise. And then Catwoman brought her knee up, pounding it over and over into Amber's naked cunt.

"Aaaggghh," Amber wailed, doubling over.

Catwoman turned her face, dislodging the chloroform cloth. She spun, throwing Amber back against the wall. She slammed a knee into Amber's belly, and then Amber's face, and finally yanked the cloth from the blonde's weakened grasp.

"Nighty-night," Catwoman purred into Amber's ear, holding the cloth over the beautiful blonde's mouth and nose. Amber struggled for a moment, but quickly stilled as she succumbed to the heady fumes. "Sleep tight, my pet."

As Amber slumped to the floor, Catwoman cast a wary look at Batgirl. The naked super heroine was struggling to her feet, looking dazed and confused.

"Whoa, what happened?" she groaned, shaking her head.

Catwoman quickly pulled another tie-wrap and bound Amber's wrists behind her back. Then she went after Batgirl before the heroine could get her wits about her.

"Oh my God! I've been forced into prostitution by Wonder Woman's lasso!"

"Damn, what a time to finally be broken free of the enchantment," Catwoman said, and sent a brutal roundhouse to Batgirl's face. The beautiful super heroine was knocked off her booted feet, to bounce off of the wall behind her and drop to her knees before her foe. Catwoman pulled out a third tie-wrap, dropped down behind Batgirl, and quickly bound her wrists behind her back. "Welcome back to the real world, Battie."

Catwoman grabbed Batgirl's chin, forcing the heroine's head way back, before sinking in for a deep, passionate kiss. She felt Batgirl tense in her arms, and then relax as their lips rubbed together. The helpless heroine groaned when Catwoman thrust her tongue in, forcing her to tongue tango. And then the wicked villainess' other hand snaked down and around, finding the beautiful super heroine's sopping wet pussy.

"Please don't," Batgirl whispered, after breaking free of that kiss. A kiss that totally scrambled her already spinning mind. "I'm not a lesbian. I like guys."

"Funny, it's the girls who swear they aren't lesbians who respond the most profoundly to my touch," Catwoman purred into her ear, then thrust her hot, wet tongue into it. Then she forced her captive's face back around, and claimed the helpless heroine's lips again. "Mmmm. Mmmmm."

Catwoman quickly had Batgirl panting through her nose. Squirming. Writhing. Moaning and groaning. She found the sexy super heroine's clit, hard and engorged, and rubbed it fiercely. Batgirl's back bowed, as she released a long, sensuous moan into Catwoman's mouth.

Squishing sounds and wild panting filled the room as Catwoman pushed Batgirl to the very brink. Then the hand holding Batgirl's chin released its grip, and slid up the heroine's face. Batgirl stiffened when she felt Catwoman's fingers pushing up the edge of her masking cowl.

"I know who you really are already," Catwoman said, panting softly. "But I've always wanted to do this."

"No, no, no!" Batgirl cried, shaking her head in vain. Catwoman rubbed her clit harder and faster, as she pulled up on the legendary cowl. Batgirl began to buck, crying out in pleasure and desperation at the same time. "Oh! Please! I'll do… Ugh! Oh-oh-oh-stop-stoooop… Aaaaaagghhhhh!"

"Bam, sweet puss got to climax," Catwoman purred, and pulled up harder on the cowl, finally breaking the double-sided tape free. The cowl came off, revealing Barbara Gordon's shocked face while taking away the red wig. "I think I prefer you as a redhead."

"Oh, you bitch," Batgirl panted out, eyes glazed and dazed. "You won't get away with this."

"Odd, I hear that all the time from super heroines I catch," Catwoman said, and laughed. Then she picked up the chloroform bottle and cloth, dumping some more of that potent drug into the cloth. "You look tired. Exhausted. Have you been getting all of your beauty sleep?"

Batgirl's eyes cut to the chloroform soaked cloth. A look of dread claimed her features, and then defeat spread across her face as her body relaxed further.

"I hate you so much."

"Purrfect," Catwoman said. And finally, she pressed the chloroform-soaked cloth over the vanquished vigilante's mouth and nose. "Nighty-night, Battie."

"Hhhmmmmm," Batgirl groaned, struggling mightily but in vain. In no time at all, her body started to calm down, relax, and go limp. Catwoman watched with bated breath as the sexy super heroine's eyes fluttered, and then closed. She went completely limp, as her obviously overfull bladder emptied, creating an expanding puddle. "Uuuggggmmmm."

The beautiful, purple-and-black-clad villainess jumped up and away before the pee reached her. She kept a hand in Batgirl's hair, and quickly dragged her by her hair over to Amber. Then she sneered as she seized Amber's hair, and rubbed the blonde's lovely face in Batgirl's piss-wet pussy.

"Down and out," Catwoman said. She put Amber out of her mind, and looked Batgirl over with relish. "So nasty, too. I'm going to enjoy owning you, girl. You and Wondie both. Fun times ahead."

She quickly got Batgirl and Amber tied together, ankles to throats. She spent a few minutes stripping the room of all portable wealth, and then took the bottle of chloroform and headed downstairs. Amber had said that the last member of trio of hot pimp-girls, named Maria, was downstairs.

"Mmm, Maria. I've been jonsing for some hot, spicy Mexican for a long time now," Catwoman said, grinning with wicked glee.

Moving quickly to the first floor in the dimly lit home, Catwoman scanned the rooms for any valuables she could take. Apparently, they spent all of their money on clothes and jewelry. Her expert eye showed that all of their artwork consisted of cheap copies. Mostly rather gaudy, low-class artwork.

"Shame, too. I had high expectations, seeing how they have such a great eye for haute couture," she said. Once Rocco took the three pimp girls, and all of their enchanted whores, she'd go through the house and their closets more carefully, and find everything worth stealing. "And then me, Wonder Woman, Batgirl, and that golden lasso will go away for some good times."

It didn't take long to find the downstairs master bedroom. She idly wondered how hard it was to find a place with three masters. Or did they renovate? Probably had to add at least one master bedroom.

As she reached the closed door, she heard a familiar sound. A sound that gave her the warm tinglies inside all over again.

Thwack!

"Aaiiee!"

Thwack!

"Aaiiee!"

Thwack!

"Aaiiee!"

Catwoman closed her eyes and moaned softly. She'd recognize the sound of a riding crop striking soft female flesh anywhere. Even better, she recognized the sound of Wonder Woman's little cries of pain. She's whipped the gorgeous Amazon more than once, and always enjoyed the experience. And despite the heroine's denials, she had a strong feeling that Diana enjoyed being spanked and whipped just as much at her tormentors enjoyed doing the spanking and whipping.

Easing the door open, she peeked in on the sexy scene. Maria was gloriously clad in a black leather corset, boobs exposed and jostling sexily. She also wore black leather opera gloves and thigh boots. And she finished her dominatrix ensemble with a wide leather collar and huge silver hoop earrings.

Wonder Woman was kneeling on the floor, wrists locked behind her back with handcuffs, and bending over. Her sweet round butt was crisscrossed with angry red welts, and tears flowed across her dark red cheeks. She looked so tousled, so helpless, so vulnerable, and so damned sexy. The sight of her like that made Catwoman's pussy throb with achy need.

The arch villainess watched as Maria, with a look of exultant viciousness, shifted her angle of attack. She brought the riding crop down between her sexy slave's butt cheeks, brutally slapping it down into Wonder Woman's butt crack. Right across the Amazon's pussy and asshole.

Thwack!

"Aaiiee!" Wonder Woman cried, such a look of shock on her face.

"So hot! Hey, girl, mind if I join you two lovebirds?" Catwoman purred as she strode inside. Her sack of loot thumped loudly on the floor. "Looks like fun."

"Oh no!" Wonder Woman cried, a horrified look on her face. "Catwoman!"

"I know," Catwoman said. "Surprise!"

"What are you doing here?" Maria said. And then she took a deep breath to shout.

"Go ahead. Your little friends are all knocked out, and tied up in their bedrooms," Catwoman said, and wagged her brows. "Oopsie, was I not supposed to do that?"

"Bitch, you will pay for that," Maria said, rushing over to the nightstand, and pulling out the golden Lasso of Truth.

"Ah, finally, the ultimate prize," Catwoman said. "I can do so much with that."

Maria loosened the loop until it was wide enough to catch a person, and then started spinning it above her head. Catwoman paused, realizing that the sexy Latina might actually know how to use it. Wonder Woman was exceptionally good at lassoing people. Maybe Maria had forced the Amazon to teach her. She'd had eight months to practice.

"Don't let her have me," Wonder Woman said.

"Ah, how sweet," Catwoman said.

"I'd rather be her whore than your sex slave," Wonder Woman sneered.

"Wow. You just made it ten times better for me," Catwoman said, feeling her nether regions getting hotter, wetter, more achy. "I'm going to whip you, spank you, and make you eat me out five times a day, Wondie."

Wonder Woman looked horrified, and almost resigned to her fate. Catwoman pretended to be totally caught up in her conversation with the Amazon, trying to lure Maria in closer. Trying to get the Mexican-American beauty to drop her guard, if only a little. Maria did move closer, going slowly, cautiously. Always spinning that lasso over her head. And then she sent the loop flying at Catwoman.

"A-ha!" Catwoman cried, leaping aside. The loop of the lasso missed, and the arch villainess reached out and grabbed the rope. "Gotcha!"

"Yeah, right," Maria said, yanking on the rope. Catwoman refused to let go. "If you don't surrender to me now, I'll put your skanky ass to work in the sleaziest red light district in town. Crack whore alley."

"Ooooh, so naughty," Catwoman purred.

"Watch out, Mistress Maria!" Wonder Woman cried.

Maria was momentarily distracted, glancing at her kneeling sex slave. Catwoman gave the lasso a savage yank, and Maria stumbled towards her, teetering on her five-inch stiletto boots. Catwoman lashed out with a booted foot, connecting with Maria's belly. As the lovely Latina cried out, falling to her knees, Catwoman moved quickly to loop the Lasso of Truth around her torso several times.

"No!" Wonder Woman cried.

"Yes," Catwoman said. "Maria, freeze."

"Ay!" Maria cried, frozen in place.

"Maria, you will obey my every command," Catwoman commanded, lifting the Latina's chin with one finger. She admired those glossy red lips, those heavy natural tits, and the sweet curve of those hips. The arch villainess then grabbed a fistful of soft black hair, jerking Maria's head way back. "I own you, Maria. I own you, Amber, and Tanya, not to mention Wonder Woman and Batgirl."

"Yes," Maria said, dark eyes glazed over by the magic rippling through her shapely body and mind. Her dark eyes locked on Catwoman's full, red lips. "I will obey."

"Good girl," Catwoman said, and kissed her. Maria pushed into that kiss quite hungrily. Kind of surprised Catwoman, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. Releasing her lips, Catwoman glanced at Wonder Woman, who was still kneeling, bent over, and quite vulnerable to sexual exploitation. "So, Maria, do you have a strap-on?"

"Yes," she said. "Many."

“"How big is the biggest?"

"I have a twelve-inch black one," Maria said. "Very thick, too."

"Put it on," Catwoman said, removing the lasso.

Maria climbed to her feet and went straight to her chest of drawers, bottom drawer. Catwoman was intrigued to see it stuffed full of wicked-looking sex toys. But then the villainess turned her attention back to Wonder Woman, who was watching her with big blue eyes full of dread.

Catwoman wrapped the Lasso of Truth around the Amazon Princess five times, making her gasp each time her body was looped and tugged tight. Catwoman had felt the bite of that rope's magic before, so she knew exactly what Wonder Woman was feeling.

"Wonder Woman, I am your mistress now," Catwoman said. "I own you. You are my slave. My sex slave. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Catwoman, I am yours," Wonder Woman whispered, baby blues glazed over as the magic consumed her body and soul.

"I command you to come. To climax."

"Oh!"

"Climax, now!"

Wonder Woman's body responded to the command, and obeyed. A soul-rending climax ripped through the Amazon's shapely body. Wonder Woman tensed up, back bowed, and trembled violently as waves of intense pleasure consumed her. And then Catwoman dropped to one knee, reached up from underneath and behind, to find and rub her sensitive clit.

"Oh! Oh! OH! Aaaaggghhhh!" she cried, forced to climax almost before the first round ended. "Oh please! Too much! Aaaaaagghhhhh!"

Maria returned, a strap-on now buckled around her sweetly rounded hips. It was long, thick, and shiny black. Catwoman wrapped a hand around it and gave the end a lick.

"It’s beautiful," she said, standing. "Smear on some lube, and shove it up Wonder Woman's ass."

"Hera!" Wonder Woman cried. "It's too big!"

"But you like it too big," Catwoman said, tugging on the lasso. Its magic flowed through the Amazon, whose eyes glazed over again. "You love cock and dildos, big and nasty."

"Oooooooh," Wonder Woman groaned, trembling again.

Catwoman moved in front of Wonder Woman, admiring her full red lips. They were so beautiful, so full and glossy. Perfect for eating pussy.

"Eat me, my Princess," Catwoman purred prettily. She unzipped her catsuit all the way down, going between her legs and up to the small of her back, revealing a completely waxed pussy. Her feminine folds glistened with her arousal. "Put those pretty lips to good use. And don't skimp on the tongue action, either."

"Yes, Mistress Catwoman," she whispered, voice deep and husky. "I obey."

"Of course you do," Catwoman said, laughing. "I own you. I own Wonder Woman and Batgirl! Life it good… for the victorious."

Heart racing, Catwoman watched Wonder Woman push that beautiful face up between her thighs. She bit her lip when Wonder Woman started licking her nether lips, playing with her, teasing her to greater arousal. Then she sucked on her new mistress' engorged, throbbing clit.

"Aaaahhhh, yes."

Maria returned, the foot-long strap-on now shiny with lubricant. The lovely Latina dropped to her knees behind Wonder Woman, and thrust that monster bitch-tamer into the Amazon's tight, puckered ass.

"Uuuuuuuuuggghhhhhhhh!"

Catwoman looped the other end of the lasso around Maria, making her gasp again. Now she had both women under her utter control. Leaning over, she pulled Maria closer and kissed her, making that kiss long and lingering.

"Now, Maria, my pretty pet, pound the hell out of Wonder Woman's ass with that monster strap-on."

Black-gloved hands on Wonder Woman's flaring hips, Maria obeyed. She thrust hard and deep, faster and faster. The Amazon Princess cried out, but kept sucking and licking Catwoman's cunt and clit. Catwoman soon felt her body gathering up, getting ready, moving closer and closer.

"You have talent, Princess," Catwoman said. "Growing up with all those hot, horny Amazons has trained you well to be my personal sex toy."

"Hhmmmmm," Wonder Woman groaned.

Catwoman watched breathlessly as Wonder Woman ate her out in the most delightful manner. All the while, she alternated between watching Maria's beautiful bouncing, jostling boobs, and Wonder Woman's shapely butt quivering as Maria's hips slammed into the Amazon over and over and over.

"Yes! Yes!" Catwoman cried, her body pushed to the brink. Then the door opened, and Rocco stepped inside with four of his white slaving goons. "Just… like… that… yes! Aaaagghhhhhhhh!"

Rocco and his boys stopped and watched with appreciative eyes as she climaxed. A second later, she felt Wonder Woman climax as well. Maria kept right on thrusting up the Amazon's ass.

"I've never seen a more beautiful sight," Rocco said. "Catwoman, you have a rocking body. Almost as good as Wonder Woman's."

"Oh! Ohhh," she said. "Oooooh, damn. That was good." She looked at Rocco, so tall and menacing-looking at six-foot-eight, with a heavily muscled body. "You are too kind. Did you bring my money?"

He dumped a pile of bank deposit bags stuffed full of money on the floor.

"Great. They are yours," Catwoman said, and sighed gustily. "As usual, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

"I agree," Rocco said. "Okay, boys. Get these two beauties out to the van."

"No," Catwoman said. "Wonder Woman and Batgirl stay. I'm not selling them."

"I disagree," Rocco said, and thrust-kicked her in the face. "In fact, I think I've done enough business with you." He pulled the lasso off of Maria, and looped the end around Catwoman as she sat up. "You are mine!"

"Uuggh!" Catwoman cried, feeling the magic consume her. "No. We had a deal."

Rocco laughed, pulling the lasso tight around her, before looping it a couple more times around her upper torso. Catwoman felt her head spin wildly as magic sank its insidious claws into her mind and body.

"We did, which we both fulfilled, and now we have a new deal," Rocco said, looking her over with lusty eyes. "Catwoman, you are my slave. A sex slave, and will obediently strive to please me and anyone I give you to."

Catwoman hated how the lasso's magic was manipulating her mind and body, making her into the woman Rocco wanted her to be. Making her obey him. She so hated doing what she was told.

"Yes," she whispered. "I am obedient."

He pulled Catwoman to her feet. She looked past him as he pressed her back against the wall, and unzipped. Wonder Woman was being led away by two slavers, and Maria was getting her wrists bound behind her back. Both women had their heads down, looking utterly defeated. Then Rocco pressed in close, lifting her off the floor. As her legs obediently wrapped around him, the white slaver's cock pushed up into her tight, tight pussy.

"Uuuuugggggh." He was a big man, with an equally big cock. Catwoman rarely screwed men, so she was super tight. Indeed, in her lesbian trysts, she was almost always the aggressor, the dominant one. The one wearing the strap-on or holding the dildo. Being penetrated like that felt too good. It made her feel weak, vulnerable. So she avoided it. "Holy… uuggghh. Too much, Rocco. I can't take it. Too intense."

"It's that old school form of bitch taming," Rocco said, starting to thrust harder, deeper, faster. Catwoman cried out, legs tightening around him. "I know it's unnecessary with the magic rope around you, but I'm a traditionalist at heart. I like to fuck a girl into submission."

"You… won't… get… away with… uggh… this," Catwoman panted out in rhythm with his soul-numbing thrusts.

"Funny. I've been hearing that for twenty-five years, and I'm still getting away with it," Rocco said. He then reached up and pulled her mask off. She froze, a look of horror on her face as a chill slithered up her spine. "Such a beautiful face shouldn't be hidden."

Catwoman, having barely recovered from the climax that Wonder Woman had licked off of her body, responded profoundly to Rocco's hands and cock. While that big cock hammered into her – stretching her out so sweetly, sending waves of pleasure throughout her shapely body – his hands roamed her body. Touching her everywhere, squeezing and caressing. Then both his hands came to her big boobs, and had a field day.

"Uuugggh. Gentle," Catwoman whispered, panting furiously, head spinning, and body throbbing with pleasure. "A girl's tits are to be savored, not abused."

"You do it your way, I'll play with tits my way," Rocco said, pinching and brutally rolling both nipples between his fingers. She bucked and cried out, but did nothing to stop him. He was, after all, her master. The lasso wouldn't allow her to go against his will. "And your tits are spectacular, and in dire need of lots of rough abuse."

"Uuuggghh," she cried. Despite the pain, or maybe because of it, Catwoman felt her body change. Her eyes widened, caught and held by his fierce gaze, as she started that rush to climax. "Oh! My! Aaaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhh!"

"Catwoman, tamed and claimed," Rocco said, as he shot his wad deep inside her. Catwoman cried out, coming again. "Haha! Welcome to sexual slavery, Catwoman. I can't wait to put your fine ass on the auction block."

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Eighteen months later, on an uncharted island in the Caribbean…

The sound of stilettos on hardwood reached Wonder Woman. Her baby blues opened and she lifted her head. She was kneeling on a well-lit stage. All she wore were her tiara, bracers, and boots. She was only allowed to don her entire costume when moving between guests and shows, but all but the accessories come off pretty fast upon arrival.

The beautiful young woman joining her was Batgirl, in nothing but her cowl, cape, and boots. Batgirl and Catwoman had both been sold to the same super-secret private Caribbean resort. A resort for mobsters and drug smugglers. A place where men and women that Wonder Woman strived to put in jail came to enjoy the fruits of super heroine enslavement.

A moment later, Catwoman climbed up the short, steep steps at the other end of the stage. The beautiful cat burglar was normally one of the resort's clients, but now, the tables had turned on her. All she wore were a pair of black patent thigh boots and her mask, the latter complete with cat ears.

"Masters and mistresses, welcome to tonight's show," Silver Sable said as she strode out onto the stage, wearing nothing but silver thigh boots with matching bikini and opera gloves. Her glossy scarlet lips really popped in all that platinum blonde paleness and silver accessories. "Tonight Ultimate Depravity Resort will entertain you with this lovely trio, all acquired at once. As many of you know, Wonder Woman and Batgirl fell victim to some hooker pimp wannabes, and Catwoman tried to take the super babes away from them. Instead, she was herself captured by a white slaver who sold all three to Ultimate Depravity Resort. Bless his heart."

The audience laughed.

Wonder Woman glanced to her left as Batgirl dropped to her knees, bowing her head submissively. Then Catwoman dropped to her knees on the other side of the Amazon, eyes dropping submissively. All three knelt there, their knees wide so that the audience could see their completely waxed pussies. They knelt with backs slightly bowed, so the audience got a better view of their big tits, too. The captives were constantly on display, trying to entice guests to want them so much that they would pay the exorbitant price to get them alone and in bed.

"For the next three hours," Silver continued, standing off to one side of the sex slaves. "These tamed and submissive super beauties will entertain you with their sexual antics and acrobatics. They are three of our best showgirls, and always strive to put on the best show possible. And no one enjoys doing live sex shows more than these three. I guarantee you will be amazed at just how orgasmic they are! Let the show begin!"

The trio pressed together tightly, rubbing their big tits together as they kissed and licked, hands roaming. The audience murmured, sounding excited. Wonder Woman felt her pussy getting all achy and needy, getting sopping wet as her juices started to flow. Her body responded faster and more profoundly than any of the other two dozen captured super heroines at the island resort.

Their sexy little show, despite being lots of fun to perform, was well-choreographed. They had rehearsed it a couple dozen times, before performing it three times a week for the past eighteen months. They knew each other's bodies intimately.

Wonder Woman's hand soon found Batgirl's clit, and rubbed it hard and fast. Batgirl's hand found Catwoman's clit, rubbing it just as hard. Meanwhile, Catwoman rubbed Wonder Woman's achy, wet nub to the very brink in nothing flat. In truth, Catwoman was the best of the three at the lesbian sex shows. And the most enthusiastic.

"Ooooh," Wonder Woman gasped, eyes glazing over as she began the rush to climax. "Oh, Hera! Aaaggghhhh!"

Her climax set off Batgirl, who she was still masturbating expertly. Wonder Woman was still in the heady throes of climax when Batgirl came, hard and loud as usual. Catwoman came last, shaking violently when she did.

The audience cheered and applauded.

The three enslaved beauties rolled to all fours, forming a little circle. Wonder Woman's face was pressed to Catwoman's butt, with Catwoman's face in Batgirl's butt, and Batgirl's face in Wonder Woman's butt. They began licking, first each other's firm butt cheeks, and then up each other's butt crack. They licked from wet pussy up past each other's puckered butt holes. Finally they pressed their mouths to pussies, and ate each other out until all three came again.

"Are you ready to see super heroine tongue up asshole!" Silver Sable cried.

"Yes!" the audience roared.

"Okay, girls, you heard them. French kiss those butt holes!"

Wonder Woman felt her face heating up, even after she had done this for so terribly long, as she rolled the tip of her tongue around Catwoman's asshole. All three of their pussies and butt holes were leaking cum, from the countless guests that had reamed out every orifice of their shapely bodies, all day long. Catwoman's butt hole proved loose as a goose from too much use, and Wonder Woman was able to easily push her tongue way up it. She felt Batgirl's tongue penetrate her butt hole just as easily, going just as deep.

After about five minutes, they all thrust fingers up each other's dripping cunts. Finger fucking each other while reaming out each other's butt hole with their tongues. Soon they had two, and then three fingers thrusting up each other's pussies. Then a fourth.

Finally…

"Ladies and gentlemen, watch these super heroine sex slaves fist-fuck each other into orgasmic glory!"

With that, they all tucked their thumbs in and thrust hard and deep.

"Uuugggghhh!" the three gorgeous women groaned as their sensitive pussies were suddenly stretched to the very limit. Their overheated, sweat-shiny bodies jiggled and writhed as they continued to tongue fuck each other's butt holes, while fist-fucking.

"Is this a fucking lesbo daisy chain of feminine glory, or what?" Silver cried. "Behold the legendary Wonder Woman! Utterly debased! Utterly defiled! The Amazon Princess is broken, tamed, and enslaved for your pleasure! She's nothing but a fist-fucking, cock-sucking, cum-eating sex slave machine!"

Silver's words, and Batgirl's tongue and fist, took their toll. Wonder Woman's body convulsed, and then exploded in pleasure. Her very core throbbed with intense bliss. A second later, she felt Catwoman come as well. And soon, Batgirl was climaxing with them.

The audience roared.

"Yes!" Silver cried. "And the show has just begun!"

The End