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American Diviante
Part Six
by TomCat
Wonder Woman was petrified and ashamed at what had just happened. With only the touch of the youger aggressors skin against her own and the erotic feel for her tongue in her ear she was so easily enduced to respond. She thought for a moment as she tried to clear the stars from her head from the face slaps she had just been given how easily she had been seduced. It had to be her helpless situation. There was no other solution to explain how she could be so easily and masterfully seduced. Closing her eyes tightly, she shuddered at the realization that with all the preparations Batgirl had made moments before combined with the threats just before she had feinted; much, much more was to come. Was bondage and helplessness really this much of a thrill? Was her guilt of her sexual respone to Batgirls dominance over her more powerful than her embarassment of feeling this way with another woman other than Supergirl? Would Supergirl ever forgive her for feeling this way?
Wonder Woman's body craved more but her mind reeled with emotions. Her body and her desires were clearly winning the conflict and yet Batgirl had really only flicked a toungue in her ear. Embarassment and humiliaton began to be less and less of a burdon to her as her body simply could not stop gyrating under the younger and smaller aggressor straddling her lap.. She needed Batgirl to continue. She craved for Batgirl to continue. Why had she stopped? How could she have stopped? How could she be so cruel to have stopped her sexual assault? Whe had she been slapped?
Looking up into Batgirl's masked eyes it became clear. Batgirl was wearing the sadistic smile of a woman knowing exactly what she was doing and the effects of what she was doing being so obvious to her. She was totally and comfortably in charge and would draw out every emotion Wonder Woman was having to it's peak. Wonder Woman kept looking at the gloved hands of Batgirl and thrusting her sensitive breasts out unintentionally needing those gloved hands to go to work. Barbara knew this and only continued to massage her own pert breasts. "Is there something you'd like me to do", teased Batgirl as she callously observed the helpless heroines burning needs. "Is there something you want from me"? Trapped and helpless to fulfill her own desires, her big busom was dancing uncontrollably at any attempt to be touched, to be squeezed, to be abused, ...anything but left alone. "YYEEEESSSSSS"; PLEEEEEEEEASE HELP MEEEEeeeee! PLEASE......!
Batgirl leaned in over the pitiful captive and planted both gloved hands on the outsides of Wonder Woman's raised arms. Her breasts were only a few inches from Wonder Woman's as she suspended her masked face above her prey. This only added to Wonder Woman's torment. Wonder Woman surged and bucked and arched herself as much as her bindings would allow and would occasionally touch her cruel tormentors rock hard warm nipples. This still added to her torment and Batgirls wicked expressions confirmed it. "Does the widdle biddy Wunder Wuman need sum attention?" Primal squeeks, moans and sighs were all Wonder Woman could manage to respond. "I think I know what you want, but we're going to do this my way", Batgirl teased as she slid herself down the helpless slithering captive. Batgirl's fire engine red hair began a new torture to Wonder Woman. Dancing and ticking her helpless wanton breasts, Wonder Woman began screaming and pleading for Batgirl to grab them, sqeeeze them... anything but tease them like this. Ravage them, bite them.... Anything but tease them... Her body was sweat soaked and her movements and gyrations were unmistakable. Her shame thrown to the wind, her needs obvious and unyielding; Batgirl leaned back to admire her work. She leaned over the side of the bed and returned with a riding crop, a small remote control device, and a small four inch device she thought to be a dildo. Her thoughts were confirmed as she had it held to her mouth and ordered to lick it and wetten it. Batgirl then slowly and maliciously slid herself back on Wonder Woman's thighs, pulled her blue thong panties down and inserted it into the Amazon Princess' prone pussy. Instead of fucking her with it though, Batgirl pulled her panties back into position and left the dildo inserted. She then reassumed her position on her lap with pussy directly above pantied pussy and began to grind. Wonder Woman was furious with need and desire, and that small dildo was not going to be enough to fulfill her. Batgirl could sense every whimper of desire Wonder Woman was showing but somehow her masked face revealed a secret to Wonder Woman. There was some evil little secret Batgirl was hiding. What could it be? As Batgirl raised her riding crop and eyed her heft breast; it would soon be revealed what that hideous secret was. Unknowingly as Wonder Woman understood her left breast was to be the target, she clinched her teeth arched her back and proudly offered her left breast to meet the whip. The whip struck just as accurately and as painfully as Wonder Woman had anticipated... Wanted.... Needed. Something else happened at that same moment though. Batgirl, with her free hand had clicked the small remote at the same moment her whip had found it's mark and the dildo's purpose was suddenly clear. A three second pulse of strong vibration lit Wonder Woman's pussy on fire. Batgirl ground her pussy against her helpless captive's as she held firm against Wonder Womans ferocious bucking like a true bullride. Seconds later, a second swat of the crop found the right target being offered so eagerly by it's host captive followed be the same simutaneous three second vibration. Hideous screams came from Wonder Woman as she shifted shoulders thrusting and offering Batgirl her next target.
Supergirl was laboring had trying to breathe and doing her best to satisfy the cruel Stephanie sitting on her face. Her arms were useless with her leotard down to her waste and pinning them to her sides. Her legs bucked wildly each time she needed air and Stephanie would adjust and allow her to breathe. Each time though, Stephanie would go right back to grinding her pussy into her trapped heroines mouth and nose all the while mashing and kneeding her pained and now highly sensitive breasts. What was maybe five minutes in reality, but felt like an eternity to poor Supergirl, Stephanie finally came and her fragrant fluid washed over Supergirls face. With a content look of satisfaction, Stephanie finally rose to her feet, completely stripped, and turned on the many shower heads as Supergirl continued to weep laying on the floor of the shower. The taste of pussy and urine coated her mouth and made her gut wretch at the brink of vomiting.The feel of the warm water from the shower heads offered a bit of comfort though and as she began to attempt to move, Stephanie grabbed a handfull of her blonde mop and hauled her to her feet. Wonder Woman's panties was still on her mind as she knew Stephanie would soon see them.
Stephanie guided her over and into a stream of shower spray again by her hair and moved in front of her. She looked her prey over up and down and then back to lock on her eyes as Supergirl was catching as much water as she could in her open mouth to clean it out. Stephanie let out a laugh which echoed in the shower and eyes still locked began to lower Supergirls tights down over her plump ass past her blonde pussy and down her thighs and legs thus freeing her arms. She had lowered her eyes to Supergirls pretty little pussy as it conveniently offered a distraction to the panties coming down with her tights. With her tights finally around her red boots, Stephanie unzipped the boots and orderd her to step out of them as she held them by the heels. With such beauty in front of her, the panties were none of her concern. Kara was completely nude now and more vulnerable than ever. Stephanie reached down and grabbed the tights in a wad and the boots and tossed them out of the shower. For now it seemed, her secret affair was safe. The evil woman then moved behind Supergirl and began to stroke the Super Heroine's soft skin all over. An involuntary shudder made her forget all about continuing to wash her mouth out. The foul taste was long gone anyway. Her breathing began to become more rapid and uncontrolled as she felt Stephanie move closer and press her breasts against her back. Supergirl didnt want to admit it but it felt wonderful as Stephanie's expert hands wrapped around to her front and started moving up and down her belly. She could feel her pussy hair and hips firmly planted now into her sculptured ass.
Supergirl had closed her eyes but felt one of the hands leave her body for a moment followed by a fumbling sound on a shelf and the snap of a soap container lid opening. As the soap was poured over her breasts and shoulders, it was briefly cold. She then heard the container returned to the shelf as both hands of her tormentor began their work of spreading it all over her front side. The slickness of the soap felt stimulating as Stephanie paid particular attention to cleaning her breasts. Her nipples tickled Stephanie's fingers and palms each time she moved up and down or side to side. After what seemed forever, Stephanie left her front side and began to wash her back. This also felt wonderful. Next, she kneeled down and spent a few minutes groping and kneeding her ass as she cleaned it paying particular attention to her pussy and ass hole. This was followed by her athletic thighs and legs. As she finished by washing her feet, Stephanie rose and reached for a bottle of shampoo. She instructed Supergirl to wash her own hair as Stephanie began to was her own body.
As Supergirl started to wash her hair, she felt the collar on her neck for the first time. With Stephanie distracted for a moment soaping herself she gave it a hard tug. It wouldnt budge. There also seemed to be no clasp. She decided this must be the source of her weakness and felt it best to wait until later to test removing it again. The thought of attacking Stephanie now did not seem wise as she was guaranteed no victory while this weak. Bouncing her skull on the marble floor offered the same danger to her as it would Stephanie. The thought of blinding her temporarily with shampoo even crossed her mind but would only be an advantage for a second or two. She assured herself that now was not the time to attack or try to escape. A better strategy would surely become available she thought, as she washed the soap out of her hair. She washed her face last as she remembered Stephanie had not done that and just as she had finished rinsing, the water was suddenly turned off. (SNAP) "OOOWWWWCH", yelped Supergirl as the sting to her ass was found to be from Stephanie snapping a towell. Tossing it to her, Stephanie ordered her to dry off.
As she finished drying, Stephanie was just finishing drying her hair and getting dressed. "You have five minutes to get ready", ordered Stephanie. Supergirl began to rush drying her hair as she looked around to find her clothing was gone. Stephanie had lit a cigarrette and sat on a stool watching Supergirl and was just dying with anticipation knowing her captive was just about to ask what she was supposed to wear. When the humiliated heroine finally did ask, Stephanie produced a two piece thong red bikini and a pair of stilletto "fuck me" pumps. Was she joking?
To be continued...