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American Diviante
Part Two
by TomCat
Wonder Woman paced nervously back and forth in her apartment awaiting the return of her lover Supergirl. She kept going over the previous evenings events in her mind. It was all supposed to be so simple. There was nothing complicated about it. Supergirl was to fly to Hollywood, present Angelica with her bouquet of roses, congratulate and hug her and fly back to my waiting arms. It had been two days and Supergirl was nowhere to be seen. Something was definately wrong but what was there to do. She felt helpless at the clock on the wall methodically ticked to add to her torment.
Diana had changed into Wonder Woman yesterday morning in case she was needed to help her own plight in any way. She had always felt more powerful and in control of her emotions as her heroine alter self but there was no denying her fears for the worst in either guise. Several times she reached for the door thinking she should fly to Hollywood in her invisible jet and then change her mind thinking Kara would surely fly through the window to her at any minute. The clock on the wall was torturing her as it continued it's cruel ticking. "Where are you", cried Diana as she sunk to her knees with hands clutched firmly to her face. A large pillow nearby added a small gesture of comfort as she clung to it as if it were her lover. Curled in her fetal position in the middle of her living room floor she cried like a helpless kitten. Unintentionally, she cried herself to sleep.
As if in a dream, Kara's tongue danced and wrestled with her lover's. Her moistened lips glided ever so softly with Diana's as she erotically opened and then reduced her mouth to elicit the maximum lip arousal with her amazon mate sitting on her lap. Soft moans of pleasure escaped her throat as her breasts rose and fell. As if on cue she felt the delicate caress of Diana's hand gently cup and squeeze her right breast. Her hardened and aching nipples stretched to meet Diana's palm. Although the kiss seemed to be more of a dominating presence of her defensless and helpless mouth she was unaware and too caught in the moment to realize this was really happening and she was too weakened to even acualize she had been trapped. Diana's left hand which had been supporting the back of her neck and head became rougher and rougher with her hair until she had it tightly balled in her grasp forcing their kiss deeper and deeper. In a unusual yet arousing manner, Diana squeezed unexpectedly hard and cruelly on her breast. Kara had only dreamed in the past that Diana would be more physical with her. To dominate her. To control her. She twisted from the kiss to rub her cheek to her lovers and spoke in Diana's ear "Yes Diana YESSSS, Take me"! Her new perfume was driving a stake in her senses. This was such a new experience than they had before. Slowly she open her eyes to see her lovers Brunette mane but it wasn't there. As her panting became suddenly shudders of in & out air, her eyes flickered several times in an attempt to clear away any eye matter clouding her vision. Long blonde hair was all she saw except a beautiful short haired brunette laying on a couch ten feet in front of her fingering herself with one hand and tweaking her nipple with the other. A second later it all came back to her and just a sudden she realized why her limbs frevented her from joining the embrace. "Who..."? was all she managed to say before her head was cruelly yanked back to expose her perverse new lover.
"...Angelica"? "What happened to..."? "What have you done to me"? As she started to raise herslf to extract the younger blonde from her lap her arms and legs failed her. Realizing she had been tied to a chair and unable to move she gave her bonds a muscular twist. This shot a hot searing pain through her arms that she wasn't fimiliar with. Her strength was gone and she was helplessly unable to escape from her beautiful seductress straddling her lap. She tried to look left and right to survey the environment around her but was unable to remove her eye contact from her captors darkened beautiful blue eyes. It wasn't the firm grip on her hair preventing her inability to move. This girl was truly the most stunning woman she'd ever laid eyes on. Watching her on the television gave little credit to he compared to seeing her in person this close. Inches from her face. Her moist pussy instantly intensified in desire as her mouth parted but was unable to speak locked on to her agressors dominating gaze. Her breathing was so intense triggered both by her helplessness and her captors inescapable beauty. She wondered after a moment if she had the chance to part with her predicament, would she even want to. Angelica could sense the effect she had on Supergirl and smiled approvingly. That only deepened her desire for this incredible woman torturing her with seduction and control. As her breathing climaxed so did she. Her jaw dropped and her eyes rolled back as she vocalized her orgasm. Angelica roughened her breast manipulations and leaned in on her helpless prisoner to heighten her orgasmic experience. As Supergirl's jaw relaxed a little, Angelica dove in tongue first. Supergirl in the throws of passion had little choice but to welcome her with her submissive mouth. Erotically once again their tongues danced as Supergirl began to subdue her breathing to a more controllable pace. She was dizzy yet she wondered for a moment if she'd ever had a more powerful orgasm before. She became confused how simply she had climaxed. Her pussy hadn't been touched. She realized regretably that is was her helplessness firing her desire compounded by the most erotically stunning beautiful woman she'd ever seen conquering her and mastering her defenslesness that brought her to such a humiliating climax. Slowly their lips parted.
As Diana awoke on the fourth day she looked up at the clock. It was 1:00pm in the afternoon. She steadied herself to the phone and dialed work. "Steve, It's Diana, I'm still down with the flu and regrettably wont be in today again. Dont worry about me, I'm OK. I'll either be in tomorrow or call you again; I'm sorry Steve but trust me that I'll be fine". As she hung up the phone she steadied her shoulder on the doorway to her bedroom leaning into the doorway she tilted her head to rest on the doorway as well. Gazing at the bed she couldn't take her eyes off of Kara's pillow. Tears began to fall free from her eyes yet again as her lower lip unintentionally pouted. Slowly she lifted herself off of the doorjam and walked over to the bed. Leaning over and sliding on to the bed she pulled Kara's pillow under her head. The smell of her lover was more than she could bare. She began once again to cry uncontrollably. She was desperate and needed help. But who could she turn to?
She couldn't possibly explain her dilemma to Batman. Even if she told him a part of the reason she was looking for Supergirl he would figure the rest out. He's way too smart and she couldn't risk their secret to him. They'd both be on a trial of sorts for putting the cities of Washington DC and Metropolis at risk for their desires. She also brushed off the idea of involving Superman. Sure Kara was his cousin but she didn't want to piss off Lois Lane again like the last time they teamed up. It almost broke up their realationship for good over simple common jealousy. Lois had reduced herself to a full out confrontation before she promised her she would never again would she team up with Superman. She couldn't hurt Lois again. Slowly they were making amends.
There seemed to be only one logical solution; Batgirl.
She wasn't completely comfortable involving Batgirl in her problem. Batgirl had been rumoured to be somehow affiliated at times with Catwoman. Although each of the rumours were somehow dismissed each time, there was always a shed of evidence of truth to them. Barbara enjoyed bondage. Her love of bondage was no secret to any of the superheroines. As with each Superheroine, Wonder Woman had managed to lasso them for their identities and their beliefs. She had in each occasion reminded them under the lasso to forget the event but while Batgirl had been under the lasso she spilled out more details than Wonder Woman wanted to hear. Batgirl had admitted she occasionally sneaks into the batcave to use the Bat-Computer without their knowledge. Most of her admissions however were for her obsession with bondage. This sickened and worried Wonder Woman. She did reveal her true identity as Barbara Gordon and her occupation at the library. Wonder Woman knew how to contact Batgirl but remained reluctant. Several more hours of tossing and turning while clutching Kara's pillow she finally made up her mind to make the call. It wouldn't hurt for Batgirl to know about her relationship with Supergirl would it? After all, Batgirl was the clusterfuck queen of sectrets. There was still the chance Batgirl wouldn't figure it out at all and could easily be made to forget with her lasso.
Barbara Gordon listened intently to Wonder Woman on the phone from her desk at the library. She agreed to meet Wonder Woman at a nearby apartment dressed as Batgirl but she was a bit pissed off and confused that Wonder Woman knew her secret identity. Wonder Woman reassured herself that it was safe for Batgirl to know where she lived because that too could be erased. Still she paced nervously as she awaited Batgirl's arrival.
Supergirl sat shamefully fixed on her beautiful captor's face as Angelica released her hairhold and began groping both breasts of the helpless heroine. Her smile had turned into something more primal and evil. Supergirl was drenched with sweat as she tossed in her mind if there was nowhere else she'd rather be or if this was the last place on earth she'd like to be. The mixed emotions were stimulating her again. She was very confused. She needed answers. Through Angelica's kneeding of her breasts she managed to say "What did you do to me for that to happen"? "All I did was kiss you and grabbed a tit and you did the rest" was Angelica's reply. "That's impossible; I've never had anything like that happen before and why cant I break free"? "Why am I so weak"? "I think it may have something to do with what's in the bag hanging over the door Dumbass", Angelica sneered, as she released a breast and pointed her thumb over her shoulder to the door where her small black bagged necklace pendant she had on earlier hung on a nail. "It's Kryptonite dipshit, and you walked right in on it like a sheep to the wolf". When Angelica's hand returned, it didn't return to her breast but instead to her collar where her cape met at the base of her neck. Supergirl closed her eyes tightly when Angelica's other hand began doing the same on the opposite shoulder. "Please dont do this to me, I'm so sorry I missed your moment on stage, honestly I am", haplessly pleaded Supergirl. With a muscular stretch, Angelica had the helpless heroines bright blue top over her shoulders and progressingly lowering it and her attatched cape down her sculptured arms. Her beautiful breasts huggingly pushed together formed six visible inches of sweaty cleavage as Stephanie repositioned herself on the couch behind Angelica for a better viewing angle on their prize. "Please no", was all the once mighty Supergirl was able to get out of her sad mouth as her Heavy breathing had returned and only added to her dispair as her sweat covered globes rose and fell pushing them tightly together and relaxing them only to have the process repeated again and again. Angelica had paused to soak in the desperate expressions on Supergirls face as her nipples remained guarded under the diminishing fabric that recently concealed them. She glanced at Angelica and was confused why she had stopped. Angelica had a deviously wicked smile that humiliated, frightened and yet stimulated her as her fears seemed to take on new forms. She knew this girl shouldn't be taking her without consent. Most of her inner self felt as if she were being raped. Hell, Angelica's erotic smiles and wicked expressions were raping her alone save what she was doing with her body. Stephanie couldn't help herself as she rose and walked over to behind Angelica's shoulder.Her hands traced down Angelica's sides and foreward cupping Angelica's incredible breasts. Slowly she lifted the shiny black leather bikini top up and over two absolutely perfect tits then returned to artfully caressing them. It was obvious Stephanie and Angelica had done this before. Stephanie had leaned ofer far enough that her head was at Angelica's shoulder. As if on cue, both turned their faces and began an erotic exposed tongue dance never taking their eyes off their prey. After a minute or so Stephanie pulled away and said in her gravelly husky voice, "Ask her who in the fuck Diana is"; as if She didn't even acknowledge Supergirl wasn't even in the room. Being talked about in third party only intensified her humility.
...to be continued