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American Diviante
Part Seven
by TomCat
By the fourth swat of the riding crop to Wonder Woman's delicious sweat soaked breasts, combined with the stimulation of the three second surges of vibration to her sopping wet pussy, she was in the throws of another mind blowing orgasm. Once more, it was better than the last she had had. The stinging pain to her breasts was enough to complete her orgasm let alone the pussy stimulation. The combination was simply too much for her taxed body as the swats and the surges of vibrations continued. Through four mind ripping orgasms and nd countless assaults she tried her best to keep her eyes focused on her aggressor planted firmly on her lap; Batgirl. Sure, she thought to herself, She had fought several masked men and women before, but that was when she was in control of her situation. Never before was it a sexual assault like this and never before had she desired her masked opponent. Was Batgirl always this hideously attractive? Why hadnt she noticed before? How could she be this attracted to a masked yet nude younger woman dominating her this way? This was different though as although she was not reminded of the spell of the lasso commanding her not to attempt escape, she was just simply "not trying to escape". Wonder Woman was so caught up in the effects of what was happening to her by this nude and kinky little bat perched on her lap that it simply did not occur to her to fight it. "Why?", she kept running through her mind. Her only answer was the helplessness of her situation and her shame for letting Batgirl take control of her like this because of her guilt.
As orgasm after orgasm brought her closer and closer to the brink of unconciosness, Batgirl stopped. As Wonder Woman on the edje of passing out tried to regain her breathing and focus, Batgirl laid the remote and the crop aside and once again leaned down into her helpless crimefighter. This time though, she grabbed two large handfulls of reddened breasts and began kneeding them roughly. Wonder Woman blinked her teared eyes several times and suddenly locked eyes with her masked mistress hovering only a few inches from her face. She could feel her warm tasty breath sharing the same oxygen as her. She wanted more than anything for Batgirl to dive into her mouth. She didnt have the strength to lift her own head at the moment. As she moistened her dry mouth from the moaning and screaming she had just endured, Batgirl's eyes widened and smiled at seeing what her prey craved. Wonder Woman couldnt keep from staring at that beautifully moistened mouth of her mistress and through the groping of her chest knew this would be the perfect bliss to end her torture session. For the moment however, Batgirl would deny her of her needs and continue to muse in her pathetic needs.
"Now my priceless Princess prisoner, is there something you want from me?" Batgirl asked, as she teasingly tortured her prey with her full moistened lips by dancing her tongue across them inches from Wonder Woman's wanton and sighing mouth. "Yyyyeeessss" Wonder Woman replied meekly and shamefully. "Well what can this kinky little bat have for such a high and mighty princcess like YYYYOOOOOOUUUUU?" Batgirl responded harshly. "Just exatly what do you want me to do for you? What do you want from me right now?" Batgirl tightened her grasp on the bound crimefighters reddened breasts painfully which elicited the response from the once proud Amazon; "Please kiss me batgirl. PLEEEEEEASE, KISS ME BATGIRLLLLLL". Her predicament forced her body and movements to begin their dance again. She craved Batgirl to kiss her. She needed Batgirl to attack her mouth with her own. She would have done anything at that moment for Batgirl to kiss her. Deeply, passionately. Teasingly Batgirl continued to lean over the passion stricken crimefighter and ever so closely to her captives wanton mouth said "You are going to have to earn this kiss my little kitten".
Batgirl suddenly leaned up and released her grip on Wonder Womans painful breasts. Slowly she sauntered off of the bed and moved to the footboard. Wonder Woman looked confused as Batgirl began to untie her ankle ropes which had been securing her legs together but quickly understood her masked tormentors plans as both ankles were spread apart and tied to each cornerpost with the skill of a sailor. Unknowingly to herself, Wonder Woman offered no resistance as the last knot was secured. A moment later it occured to her that she may have just missed an opportunity to escape. Batgirl knew all the while that escape would not have been in her mind by the lasso spell. Wonder Woman did not comprehend this however as she just chalked it up to the supreme and overwhelming dominance that this beautiful and masterfull youg kinky crimefighter had over her.
Batgirl lifted her beautifully booted leg up from the foot of the bed and stepped her other foot up to a standing position at the foot of the bed to observe the sight of her writhing and wanton helpless crimefighter prisoner plaything, bound and helpless and craving sex. Batgirl took in the sight of Wonder Woman spread eagle tied to her own bed wondering how many people on the face of the planet would pay to be her at that moment. The very sight of her Wonder Woman captive brought her gloved hand to her neatly trimmed bush. As Batgirl began to finger herself and massage her clit, she stepped forward on the bed, turned around and lowered her moist pussy down to Wonder Womans mouth. "You'll have to start with another set of lips first" demanded Batgirl as she planted her ass firmly on the heroine's face, laid her knees down flat opposite of each of Wonder Woman's shoulders and grabbed both hands full of the most desirable breasts in the world. Wonder Woman's body began contorting and writhing uncontrollably with her new predicament but went to work like a pro diving her tongue in to her cruel captors juiced pussy.
Hesitantly, Supergirl began to put the red bikini on in front of the ever watchful eyes of Stephanie. She turned to adjust her breasts in the top for as much coverage it would allow. Surely, she thought to herself, Wonder Woman has to know I'm in trouble and is on the way to rescue me. She slid her pumps on and took two steps forward to test them. In the background she could hear Angelica on the phone talking to promoters saying things about what a great honor it will be to visit your city, and meet with the president, and do your talk show, and yours, and yours... As the series of phonecalls ended, so did the dead silence and cold stare from Stephanie in the bathroom. As Stephanie snubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray, she rose and code knocked on the bathroom door. There was silence for a full thirty seconds as Supergirl began to think of a game plan.
She thought to herself that if the Kryptonite in her collar weakened her to the point she was feeling now, it may be time to act. Feeling refreshed from the shower, she felt completely normal. Before, when she punched Stephanie, she was groggy, she wasnt quite herself yet. That's why the punch didnt have the effect of a normal person giving a haymaker to another normal person. That had to be it. This time would be different. This time it would be just three normal women in a normal fight. Her confidence was rising. She had all of the weapons of any normal person. Her fists, feet, elbows, knees, and the history of hundreds of fights she had won. Sure, she'd been stunned in fights before but never beaten or left in pain. She had seen hundreds of attack manouvers before. Diana will be so proud of me when I tell her about this. She didnt need to fly. Normal people dont fly when they fight. She didnt need her PSI laser blast from her eyes. Normal people dont. She confided as she took in a deep breath of reassurance that all she needed to do was kick both of these bitches asses and get rid of that collar. Why she'd acted so cowardly before was just tossed aside as she would soon have her revenge when that door opened. "Enter" was the clue from Angelica to Stephanie that it was safe to come out of the bathroom.
As Stephanie opened the door and motioned to Supergirl to move, she stepped back and allowed her access. Supergirl immediately assumed the power strut she often used when she felt confident. Her first target was Angelica as she strode past Stephanie out of the bathroom into the greatroom area where she spotted Angelica sitting comfortably in her trademarl black leather micro bikini and thigh high stilleto boots. The feeling of walking in such high pumps made her confidant stride a little uneasy. In such a huge greatroom it took a good 60 feet to reach her position ten feet from the ever reclining Angelica. In those 60 feet, Supergirl had tried several gates of walking in such high heels that when she finally reached her ten feet away target from Angelica and assumed her power pose with her fists piosed on her hips and feet shoulder width apart it finally occurred to her that she could have shed the high heels after the first ten feet to walk comfortably to her captor. Maybe then she may have ran and started the fight by diving at her. After all, Stephanie was not anywhere near her. She had noticed Stephanie head toward a nearby bar still within view during her sixty foot gate. It was too late now though to replan since she'd already struck her power pose, so she'd treat this just like any other fair fight and give her villain the ultimatums as usual.
"I demand that you take this hideous thing off of my neck, release me and return my uniform NOw or I swear you'll pay for the things you've dun tooo meee annnnd ifffff you dont I'll, I swear I'll, well you'll be sorrrrrrrryyy ifffff" Supergirls words trailed off into nowhere yet her power pose remained confidant. She didnt even notice Stephanie returning with their drinks as her eyes were glued to Angelica smirking at her smilingly. "My God" thought Supergirl; "I forgot how absolutely beatiful she is". It had been a few days since she had actually seen Angelica: what, with the Kryptonite tests, the van ride, the faking being unconcious... "And I furthermore demand that you..............." It was too late. Supergirl had traveled her eyes all over Angelica's body a second time and was once again locked in her eyes. It was hopeless. She craved this woman in any way possible.
"Go ahead Supergirl; Take in all of me" Angelica charmed as she ever so sexily uncrossed her boots and raised herself from the leather couch. Careful as to not lose eye contact with the transfixed heroine, she sipped a drink from her wine glass that Stephanie had prepared for her. Supergirl was slackjawed as Angelica turned and bent over to lower her wine glass. Surely, not even Wonder Woman herself has such an ass as this. The skin is so incredible. The backs of her thighs are so rubust and yet so soft. The way the back of Angelica's thighs accentuate her absolutely perfect ass left Supergirl in a drooling state. She simply no longer wanted to give demands. She simply no longer felt comfortable in her power stance. She was totally left without words, opinion or cause. "Would you be a dear and get our guest a glass of wine Stephanie"? As Angelica returned her frontal gaze assault on Supergirl, she stepped toward her. Supergirl's eyes danced up and down vividly as she approached taking in every thigh movement, torso movement, breast movement while trying desperately to keep eye contact with Angelica. Somehow, Supegirl craved this woman. Everything about her. It started to come clear to her now how easily she had been brought to orgasm with only a kiss a few days before while Angelica was straddling her.
"Here you are all acting all huffy and puffy with me and all I want to do is offer you a drink" smirked Angelica while taking the wine glass from Stephanie. Supergirl dropped her fists to her sides but was unable to close her shoulder width stance. Angelica was simply too close for her to attempt any movements that may be interpreted as weak. "Have a glass of wine with us" teased Angelica, as she brought the glass and Supergirls left hand into a threesome and raised it to the mighty maidens lips. Slowly and never losing eye contact with the smiling Angelica, Supergirl began to drink the wine. "Us girls are partying hard tonight Supergirl" smirked Angelica as she continued to force Supergirl to swallow the entire glass of wine. Stephanie introduced another glass of a different wine and it too was forced into the helpless herione.
Wonder Woman continued to do her best to satisfy the smaller, younger crimefighter she'd done so wrong with her tired tongue. In Batgirl's frustration, she continued to mash, grope, squeeze, pinch and slap the very breasts the world craved whild she mashed her swollen pussy on the most beautiful woman in the world's helpless mouth. Orgsm after orgasm shot through the smaller crimefighter but she wanted something more. Wonder Woman just was not giving her orgasms the appreciation they deserved. Releasing those fabulous globes for a moment, Batgirl once again brandished her gloved hands with the remote control for the vibrator still on the bed (Making an adjustment to the remote) and the riding crop. She was in for the ride of her life as the first wave of vibration coupled with the crop whip landing squarely on the spread eagleled clit of the once star spangled heroine clad only in her blue thong panties Supergirl had traded her.
Swat after swat to the most Wonder-ful pussy in the world with the now five second vibrations jolted in to Wonder Woman's loins drove the bound heroine in to a frenzy that her tongue was thankfull for. The more that Batgirl punished her helpless pussy, the more frenzied the tongue lashing became in return to Batgirl. This kept it's pace for another fifteen minutes when finally Batgirl fell over exhausted and fell fast asleep using Wonder Woman's thigh and sweet pussy as her pillow. Before she signed off however, Batgirl said threateningly; "Tomorrow I'm going to find out what favor you needed from me and I'll decide then if I want to help or just keep things as they are". Wonder Woman's arms were in severe pain being bound above her head in bed all day but even as Batgirl slept on her pussy, she felt a strange comfort with her own cheek nuzzled against Batgirl's smooth inner thigh and her moist pussy only two inches from her mouth. Suddenly the pain in her arms was not so important.
To be continued...