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From: an210705@anon.penet.fi (Mr. X)
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Subject: Repost: Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 1 [bd,sex,nc]
Date: Tue, 30 Jan 1996 08:15:11 GMT
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W A R N I N G
This story contains material of a sexual nature. It has
explicite descriptions of sex, bondage and non-
consentual sex. If you are at all offended by this kind of
story. DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!!!!
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Presenting Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 1
Barbara Gordon just finished a heavy session of
aerobics and collapsed in a pile of sweat and exhaustion
on her sofa. "Damn that Denise Austin! That girl's got
more energy than a one-legged man at a butt kicking
contest." she mumbled as she sat back and watched the
attractive girl bounce about.
"I wouldn't mind tying that bundle of energy down."
Barbara thought to herself as she watched Denise
bounce up and down, coaxing her camera audience on
with her sickly sweat "C'mon, you can do it" voice.
"Now to the left... Now to the right... That's it.. you
can do it..." Debbie would repeat again and again with
an incredibly cheesy smile and patronizing voice that
really said "You're a fat loser... I'm better than you.. I am
a goddess."
"Its almost like watching a big Barbi doll. I bet a good
sized vibrator could bang the spunk out of her. " Barbara
said eyeing the woman's firm rear and bouncing chest.
Suddenly, Babs stopped and starred down between her
legs, noticing that she was rubbing herself with her
fingers and enjoying it.
"God I miss Selena!" she said rolling onto her side
and rubbing a little harder. She then sat up with a
gleam in her eye and made her way toward a secret
storeroom she used to hide most of her crime fighting
gear. There, she grabbed a video tape cartridge from a
box stored at the back of the room and put it into the
machine. She then stripped out of her leotard and sat
naked on her white sofa. With a click, she started the
mysterious tape.
The images of her and Selena's bound and gagged
bodies came intensely to life as the tape started.
Apparently, the three stooges of crime, the Joker, the
Riddler and the Penguin, had taped her and Catwoman's
near demise, probably for their own sick enjoyment. It
was lucky for Barbara that she was able to snatch the
tapes from the city evidence vault before they were
made public.
"Boy daddy would go NUTS if he saw what really
happened. He always thinks of me as his little girl." Babs
thought as she rubbed herself slowly and watched as
she was forcefully gang-banged into submission by the
Joker's android nemisises. The scene then switched to
the struggling Catwoman as some hideously disgusting
plant penetrated her bound and helpless body. The
screams and moans of desperation from both her and
Selena made her wet with desire and excitement. Being
so close to defeat, risking total submission was too
exhilarating.
Babs stood up and ran to her bedroom, ejecting the
tape and nearly pulling the VCR along with her as she
grabbed the cartridge. Flinging the tape into her
bedroom machine and turning it on, she quickly opened
her dresser drawer and pulled out several special
handcuffs, a cloth gag ,a large, black vibrator, a silk,
black bikini and several other items. She slide the silk
G-String up her firm thighs and let it sit low and wide
around her legs as she tied the bikini bra into place.
There was something about being in a costume, even a
costume as skimpy as a bikini, that drove Babs wild with
excitement. Being naked was boring. Being nearly
naked was everything. The final touch was a pair of
shiny, black 6 inch stiletto heels which she slipped on.
Standing in the mirror, she gazed at her muscle tone,
curvaceous body and ran her hands slowly over her
breasts and rear.
"God! What a BOD!" she hissed slapping her ass
and talking as though she were someone else, someone
who was in control, someone who was crude, primal and
dangerous. "You need a good FUCK!" she continued
groping her breasts.
Jumping on the bed she quickly cuffed her feet. She
then inserted the large plaything, which took a few
erotically, agonizing minutes. She the pulled her G-
String up and into place, covering the toy, preventing it
from escaping. Using another set of special cuffs, she
clamped each manacle around her thighs just above her
knees and then clamped the manacles to each other,
forcing her curvaceous legs tight together. She then
picked up a leather, bondage sock and pulled it over her
legs like a sleeping bag. From the back she zipped the
sock up, squeezing her legs tightly together and forming
them into one shapely mass. The top of the sock ended
at just below her crotch and her full, white thighs and
buttocks slightly bulged out of the bondage accessory.
She then picked up a leather belt with several rings
orbiting the outside and affixed it around her waist.
Picking up the gag, she placed it over her mouth and
tightened it around her head with more straps. The gag
was a specialty item that was made from a soft cloth
pad attached to a firm, leather backing and held in place
by straps. The pad snugly covered her mouth and
muffled even the loudest screams. She seemed to like
this kind of gagging over a ball gag, which made her
drool and made her jaw tired. She also felt it was a lot
more sexually attractive.
After gagging herself, she cuffed her hands behind
her back and to the ring on the back of her belt. She was
now completely restrained and felt absolutely wonderful.
With a dexterous click, she pressed the play button and
lay back as the tape started and the low hum of the
vibrator began to build.
The images continued to bombard her as she
remembered the experience. Her naked, bound body
surged and rolled about slowly as the sounds and
screams of her and Catwoman sent waves of erotic
stimulation through her. The vibrator also added to the
tension, slowly building its vibrations like it was designed
to. Each scene was shocking and exhilarating. Selena
moaning, Barbara screaming, both women being taken
by the criminals that had captured them. Both women
being pulled down deeper into helpless submission.
Barbara rolled about moaning and surging as her climax
grew closer and closer...
BAM!
"Barbara honey, its daddy." called out Commissioner
Gordon in a patronizing, voice like and adult calling a
little girl. Barbara froze stiff in fright, almost crushing the
vibrator inside her as she heard him come in.
"Dear GOD!" she screamed under her gag as she
flopped about on the bed trying to get untangled from
the bedding. Frantically she grabbed the remote and,
after pressing the forward and reverse a few times,
managed to stop the tape and turn of the TV.
"Barbara, I came to see if my favorite little girl wants
to go to dinner." called out the old man as his voice
neared the bedroom. Barbara sat up in sheer terror as
the foot steps grew closer. "If only daddy could see his
little girl now!" Babs thought as she stared about
frantically for escape.
The door slowly opened. "Barbara, are you in..."
BRINNNG.
"Oh thank God whomever you are." Babs slunk back
as her father turned to answer the living room phone. As
the old man talked, Babs popped to her feet and made
her way, like a female pogo stick, to the dresser. Her
large breasts bounced up and down causing her to lose
balance and plow into the cabinet. The keys she so
desperately needed went flinging back behind the
dresser and out of reach.
"HHHMMMMMM!" Babs screamed in shock as she
twisted around for some other means of escape. "Lock
pick's in my Batgirl utility belt in the secret room. I can't
get to it!" Then with a bouncing furry she jumped across
to her closet. Turning her back to the door she tried to
grab the knob but the mountains of coat hangers and
clothes hanging on the knob prevented her from getting
a grip. Then her eyes bulged in shear terror as she
heard the phone hang up. In one last, final act of
desperation, she dove toward the floor and slid her
bound and gagged body under her bed. Her feet
disappeared just as the door opened and Commissioner
Gordon timidly stepped in.
"Barbara. Are you in here?" he asked making sure he
didn't walk in on a half naked daughter. He was an
extremely decent man and was embarrassed at even
the slightest amount of nudity.
"NO!" Barbara gasped as she suddenly realized the
cord from the vibrator ran out from between her legs,
across the floor, and up the side of the bed to the
dresser where the dial control sat patiently glowing.
Groping desperately, she fished the cord off the floor
with her cuffed hands and started pulling the cord so she
could pull the remote off the dresser and down under the
bed
"Got to... turn it off..." she winced as the low vibration
made her sweat with building sensation.
CATHUNK!
The hard plastic case of the remote hit the side of
the dresser and then the floor as it fell. Babs froze again
but sighed in relief. Commissioner Gordon was moving
a chair at the same time the remote fell and the noise
was perfectly masked. Looking to her right, she watched
the small white box as she slowly drew it toward her.
Then her eyes bulged in shock as she watched the box
jam itself between the dresser leg and the bed leg.
"DAMN IT!" she huffed as she pulled harder and
harder. The, with one frantic yank, she twisted her body
and pulled the cord as hard as she could. Suddenly, a
never before felt sensation of intense vibration shot
through her pelvis, sending Barbara bucking about in
panic. Looking across she could see the dial was broken
and pegged past the 10 mark. She normally enjoyed a
heavy workout of 4. The remote was broken and the
vibrator was now going hog wild with the full 120 volt
setting.
Bab's hips rolled slowly and erotically as the toy
drove her closer toward an unwanted and uncontrollable
climax. "Gett... ouutttt ddddaaadddy." she thought trying
to hold back the flood.
"Hmm... I guess she's gone to the library. What a
dedicated girl but I wish she wasn't suck a pig." he said
picking up a pair of frilly, black panties and placing them
on the bed. "I'll just leave a note." he added, sitting
down at her vanity mirror and taking out some paper.
Like the methodical man he was, he slowly and
meticulously wrote out a note. Then, as he finished the
note, the timer on the VCR expired and the tape
stopped. Apparently Barbara had only hit the pause
earlier and now the mechanism decided to stop the
tape.
"What's this!" Commissioner Gordon asked as he
turned on the TV and picked up the remote. Under the
bed, Barbara was now frantically twisting about,
struggling to keep quite as the sensation from the
vibrator and the act of being caught overwhelmed her.
Beep-beep-beep...
"Damn pager!" Gordon cursed as he got up. Reading
the display he headed straight for the door. "Its the
office! I've got to get back." he barked as he shot out of
the apartment and slammed the door. At that same
moment, Barbara screamed uncontrollably as her
climax tore her nearly apart. Her hips shot upward,
pushing her mattress and box spring off their frame and
to the floor. The heavy, king sized bed collapsed into a
pile of mattresses, pillows and stuffed toys, entombing
the helpless heroine and pinning her. Babs continued to
violently pound her hips about as wave after wave
forced her down again and again and panic filled her
desperate mind as she knew too many climaxes like this
would certainly dominate her.
* * *
The dazed heroine staggered from the bedroom,
clutching her pelvis just below her stomach and holding
her head. It had been nearly two agonizing hours since
her father had left and she had spent the time trapped
under the collapsed bed, pinned and helpless as the
vibrator continued its relentless work. Her only saving
grace was the fact the toy was not designed to run at
such a voltage and its poor internal workings had finally
seized.
Barbara was also "damaged" by the experience. The
toy and the bondage were too much for her and the
unlucky heroine had succumb to its effects. The
constant climaxes had pushed her over the edge,
beyond her ability to cope or resist, and now she was
dominated. She staggered about, her mouth hanging
open and her eyes glazed over with a veil of haziness
as she sauntered slowly into the living room. She
dropped to her knees, unable to comprehend or care
about anything. At this point she would have obeyed
anyone without question, performed any act, allowed
anything to happen to her. She collapsed utterly
defeated.
After an hour of sleep, the oppressive sensation lifted
and Barbara slowly got to her feet. She shook her head
to clear it and walked back into the bedroom, plopping
down in the chair that sat in front of her vanity mirror.
"Can't ever let that happen again." she mumbled as
she clutched her head. "I can't believe I lost to a
vibrator." she winced as she picked up the melted
plastic toy. Dropping it on the table, she looked down
and noticed the note from her father.
Barbara,
I stopped by but you weren't home. You got a call
from some company called Frederick's. They said your
"special" won't be done for another week. I hope you
understand this cause I don't. I'll be at the office.
Love and kisses
Daddy.
"Damn, my new leather outfit's going to be late." she
grunted picking up a stuffed, pink bear and hurling it
across the room and hitting Charlie's bird cage. The bird
squaked noisily as the cage rolled about.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Babs said affectionately as she
quieted the bird. "You know how mommy gets when she
doesn't get her TOYS!" she hissed. "Anyway, daddy had
to rush off to work and at this time of night it could only
mean its big trouble." Barbara said putting her hand to
her chin and staring intensely off into space.
"I think its time Batgirl got involved, don't you?" Babs
said to the bird, blowing it a taunting kiss as she strolled
off toward the vanity. Pushing a button she activated the
secret room and popped inside. A few moments later,
the Batgirl cycle came screaming out of Barbara
Gordon's back alley.
* * *
"Batgirl! Saints alive! Are we glad to be seeing you."
said chief O'Hara as she walked up to the young heroine
and stood in front of her with a desperate look on his
face. Commissioner Gordon got up from behind his desk
and his gloomy expression turned to sheer delight as he
escorted Batgirl into the room.
"Yes, chief O'Hara's sentiments reflect all of our
feelings at seeing you." said Commissioner Gordon.
"Why, what's wrong? Where's Batman and Robin?"
asked Batgirl as she sat on the corner of Commissioner
Gordon's desk and crossed her legs. She was wearing
yet another new costume. This one was a two piece
arrangement. The bottom was a pair of purple, spandex
shorts that sat low and wide across her shapely hips, just
below her belly button and riding along the curvature of
her thighs where her thighs met her hips. It was more
like a swimsuit bottom than shorts and was absolutely
skin tight, hugging ever curve. The material was so
shear and tight that even the indentation made by her
vagina would peek through now and again as she
crossed her legs. Her standard Batgirl utility belt sat
across her hips.
Her bottom was complimented by an equally tight
and shear purple halter top. The top covered her upper
chest and neck, forming a nice, skin tight turtle neck that
stopped just below her chin. Her arms and shoulders
were bare and the only thing keep it up was a small,
zipper on the neck portion that zipped up behind her
head. The top stretched out tight over her large breasts
and stopped just below her tits, wrapping itself snugly
around her rib cage. A small strap portion continued
around back and was again held together with a small
zipper. This arrangement left her back completely bare
except for the neck and lower strap.
Her legs were completely bare except for a pair of 6
inch, purple, glossy calf boots that zipped up the sides.
Her arms with the same way, bare except for a pair of
satin, purple gloves that stopped just before her elbows.
She was wearing her regular, purple cowl with a free
flowing, red hared wig underneath. The wig was much
more real and soft looking than her older one making
her look more like a red headed Cathy Ireland than a
stiff hared Mary Tyler Moore. To top the whole outfit off,
she wore her usual purple and yellow Batgirl cape.
"Saint's preserve us Batgirl, we just don't know."
Chief O'Hara stuttered in a panic as she waved his arms
frantically.
"Its as though the Earth itself has swallowed them up
completely." added Commissioner Gordon ominously as
both he and Chief O'Hara stared in dread at the silent
Bat phone. "We haven't been able to get a hold of them
at all."
"Oh brother..." thought Barbara as she rolled her
eyes in disgust. "What a couple of little boys. Well, I
think a woman can handle things just fine." she thought
as she popped off the desk and arrogantly strutted to the
center of the room.
"What did you need them for?" she asked striking her
usual Batgirl stance.
"I'm afraid that Lord Easystreet has decided to make
all of our lives a lot more tense with his newest, wild
party." Commissioner Gordon said waving his hands in
the air.
"You mean that billionaire is throwing ANOTHER
wild party?" asked Batgirl.
"Sadly yes Batgirl. Even after last years fiasco with
the heard of rampaging elephants down main street, he
still insists on throwing a wild party every year." Gordon
said
"Saints alive, a let me tell you clean up after a
plethora of pacaderms is no picnic Batgirl." added the
chief.
"What's his theme this year?" asked Batgirl.
"I diamond hunt." replied chief O'Hara. "Of all the
infernal things to have."
"Yes Batgirl, that scavenger hunt is going to attract
every criminal to Gotham city like flies to honey, seeing
how the diamond is worth nearly 2 million dollars."
Gordon continued.
"Two million! But even the hope diamond isn't worth
THAT much!" Batgirl exclaimed.
"Yes, but this diamond is special. It supposedly is
99.9% pure crystal and developed synthetically. The
military and medical applications for it in laser
technology could be limitless." explained Gordon.
"Sure en be Batgirl and all year the crazy coot has
been holding a lottery to pick a bunch of winners to go
out to his island estate and play the game. The funny
thing is, he only is allowin' women to join, and beautiful
women at that." added O'Hara.
"I see." said Batgirl stroking her chin. "Commissioner,
is there anyway you can get a ticket to this party?"
"Why yes, I had two but I have one left. Why do you
ask?" asked Gordon.
"Well, I was thinking if we asked your daughter
Barbara to go there, undercover that is, and had her
keep an eye on the guests, she could warn me if
anything bad was happening using this Batgirl
transmitter." said Batgirl as she pulled a small device
from her belt and handed it to Commissioner Gordon.
"I don't know... " hesitated Commissioner Gordon.
"Can't we use an undercover police woman?"
"All the master criminals in Gotham city probably
know your undercover agents. Besides, its a harmless
assignment. There are dozens of guests and probably
nothing is going to happen." said Batgirl.
"You're right Batgirl." said Gordon. "I know she'll be
safe with you."
"Good, I'll contact her tonight and I'll arrange
everything and have her keep you posted." said Batgirl
as she took the transmitter and walked briskly out of the
office. As she opened the door, she turned back to the
two men. "By the way, what ever happened to the other
ticket?"
"Good thing you asked." said Gordon as he walked to
his desk and looked at a folder. "Apparently the IADC
also wants to have an agent on hand to make sure the
diamond doesn't fall into some foreign power's hands. I
believe their agent's name is Ms. Prince."
"Good, I... I mean I'll have Barbara keep an eye out
for her." Batgirl said as she walked out.
As Batgirl left, Commissioner Gordon turned to Chief
O'Hara. "Ah, its so nice to know my daughter is in such
capable hands."
"Aye, but don't you think she'd catch a cold in that
outfit?" asked chief O'Hara. Both men looked at each
other and Commissioner Gordon raised an eyebrow.
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From: an210705@anon.penet.fi (Mr. X)
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Subject: Repost: Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 2 [bd,sex,nc]
Date: Sat, 10 Feb 1996 03:21:14 GMT
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W A R N I N G
This story contains material of a sexual nature. It has
explicite descriptions of sex, bondage and non-
consentual sex. If you are at all offended by this kind of
story. DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!!!!
Batgirl, Wonder Woman and any other characters
expressed in this story are copyrighted by DC Comics.
This story is written for the sole purpose of
entertainment and is not written for profit and cannot be
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Presenting Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 2
The sun was high in the mid day sky as the small
skid plane touched down on the lake and pulled slowly
into the dock. Lord Easystreet's estate was on a large
island several miles out and south of Gotham city
harbor. It wasn't exactly an island but a land mass that
was sparsely connected to the mainland by a series of
bogs and swamps. It took 4 hours by boat and about an
hour and a half by small plane to reach it, making the
island fortress very secluded. The island actually used
to house a small community back in the 50s and 60s.
One half of the island was devoted to a small lumber
mill that was now completely defunct seeing how you
can cut only so many trees from an island before you're
out of wood. The lumber company kept up the
maintenance of the roads until it went belly up. Lord
Easystreet had decided to cut the road off all together,
limiting access to the area to planes and boats only.
Even by boat the trip was hazardous since the water
route entailed traveling out to sea and along the island's
steep cliffs and crashing shores. The only safe route
was to land a plane on the island's land locked lake.
The center of the island had a sizable fresh water
lake that was used by the lumber company for log
transport. This connected to the island's only notable
land mark, and a well visited landmark until Lord
Easystreet bought the island; Glouster falls. These falls
stretched nearly a hundred feet up a ridge of cliffs and
came crashing down to a grotto that wound its way out
to sea. The company had created the falls to send the
logs over the cliffs to the grotto so they could be loaded
on ships for transport. The only things remaining of this
less than profitable enterprise were several abandoned
building, rusted steel hulks of equipment and the
aqueducts that were used to keep the lake from
completely flowing into the sea. The estate had to open
and close them at times to regulate the water flow so
these were the only pieces of equipment kept in good
repair.
Barbara Gordon was escorted out of the plane by a
rather handsome butler. He picked up her bag and
walked her down the dock toward an awaiting gas jeep.
"Has there been many guests yet?" ask Barbara with a
smile.
"Not many madam. Maybe about a half dozen." the
butler said without smiling or turning to look at the young
girl. The day was a typical, blazing hot, summer day and
Barbara was wearing a flowery summer dress that
hugged her body and made her look like a sweat country
school girl. She decided to play up this approach,
dealing with any of the Lord's estate personnel with a
"Who.. little o'le me?" attitude of innocence. "The more
they think I'm harmless, the better I can do my job." she
thought.
The estate was the most out of place building she
had ever seen. It was as though some God like force
had picked up an old, Victorian mansion and plopped it
down on this tiny piece of land. It sat looming over the
island at its highest point, overlooking acres and acres
of rolling, green grass hills, pastures and stables. The
estate was actually a series of large buildings. The main
building seemed to be the oldest and largest with five
floor containing banks and banks of large, Victorian
windows, balconies and spiraling towers. It looked like it
contained at least 40 rooms with large areas for dance
halls, studies and gardens.
The other two buildings were much smaller and more
modern with an adequate attempt at maintaining the
look and feel of the older house but using modern
construction. The first was a rec building containing and
Olympic sized pool, indoors and out, horse riding tracks
and facilities, weight rooms and various miscellaneous
places for self indulgence.
The second building appeared to be living quarters
like the main building and seemed to be where the
butler was taking Barbara. The jeep pulled past the huge
mansion and around to the smaller house. The jeep
pulled up at the front and Barbara was greeted by a very
attract blonde woman wearing a white business suit and
a very sexy Asian girl dressed in a rather provocative
French maids outfit.
"How do you do Ms. Gordon. My name is Tarra
Rogers. I'm Lord Easystreet's attorney and liaison for
the party." she said shaking Barbara's hand with a soft
grasp.
"Pleased to meet you Ms. Rogers. This place is
amazing and so huge. Any chance of getting a tour?"
Barbara asked, hoping she can let the tour act as a
scouting mission.
"We can arrange something but I'm sure your tired
and you'd like to freshen up. Let my servant show you to
your room." Tarra said with a cheesy smile as she
motioned toward the newer building.
"Oh, I thought we were going to stay in the large
building." Barbara said innocently batting her "Lil' ol'
me." eyes at the woman.
"Oh no. That's Lord Easystreet's personal house. I
must warn you that no one, under any circumstance,
can go in there. The hunt will not involve the main
house and it is completely off limits. In fact, I have some
forms for you to sign agreeing to this and some other
rules, just a formality which I'm sure you'll understand.
We wouldn't want someone tripping and suing the old
Lord now would we?" she said as the entered the large
entry way and walked to an old oak desk.
"Yup, she's a lawyer alright." thought Batgirl as she
picked up the forms and started to read them. Suddenly,
she looked about and noticed the women staring at her.
Realizing they might think she was much brighter than
she appeared, Barbara quickly glanced over the forms
and then rocked her head from side to side as she
gladly signed them. "Like, I'm sure I'm not signing away
my soul or anything." she said in her best California
beach bimbo voice.
"Oh no. The pen would be filled with your blood if
that were the case." the lawyer said coyly as she tore off
the bottom copy and handed it to Barbara. This was not
a happy woman and Barbara could sense that
immediately.
"You can relax in the main ballroom while we
arrange room assignments. We'll let you know when you
can move about the estate and what areas are off
limits." she explained as she escorted Barbara through a
long hall, through a set of double doors and into a large
room.
The room was decorated in an Elizabethan style with
huge tapestries on the wall and pillars with busts of long
dead composers lining the windows and corners. She
half expected some royalty wearing powdered wigs to
come out dancing. Instead, she found the room
occupied by about a dozen young, beautiful girls sitting
about ignoring each other. They were expensively
dressed and she felt extremely out of place in her little
summer dress as two women wearing sprayed on, latex,
stretch dresses walked by and snubbed her. She then
felt a gentle tap on her bare shoulder.
"Pardon me. Are you Ms. Gordon?" said the woman
behind her. Barbara turned and had to look up slightly at
the voice talking to her. The woman was noticeably tall
and very "big". She didn't have the build of a weight
lifter but she was one of those women who was very
large, firm and very attractive. Basically the Anna-Nicole
Smith variety but with brunette hair. Amazon was the
word that came to mind as she looked the woman over.
The funny thing was, this obvious grand specimen of a
woman was dressed in a dumpy skirt and shirt, a pair of
low pumps, her hair in a granny knot and the geekiest
pair of big round glasses she ever saw.
"God, she looks like Raquel Welch in a librarians out
fit." Babs thought as she took the woman's hand and
shook it.
"Yes, I am." sweetly replied Barbara.
"Great, my name is Diana Prince. I'm with the IADC
on special assignment." the woman whispered, pulling
Barbara off to one side behind a huge, stuffed polar
bear as she watched the room for anything suspicious.
"I've been hoping to meet you. My father said you
got the other ticket. Have you found out anything?"
Barbara asked.
"Only that they are real tight on security and the
guest list for the party is pretty weird." replied Diana.
"Take a look around and tell me if you notice anything
odd."
Barbara scanned the room, looking the obviously
beautiful guest list over as she looked for anything
unusual. "So, what's wrong?"
"No men. I managed to get a look at the guest list
and every guest is a woman, a beautiful woman. Mostly
starlets, socialites and business women." replied Diana.
"Hmm. Beautiful and ambitious. They all seem to be
women that would do literally anything to get what they
want." added Barbara.
"Yes. If I miss my guess, this is going to be a major
feeding frenzy. Whoever this Lord Easystreet is, he
probably into female conflict." said Diana pushing her
glasses back on her face. "From what I understand,
they're going to pair women up as roommates. I suggest
we room together." added Diana as she continued to
scout around.
"You're right. If we work together, we might be able
to..." started Barbara but she was cut off by a 60 inch
screen that came to life over the huge bar at the end of
the room. The image of an old man appeared on the
screen and everyone started to gather around it.
"Ladies, I am Lord Easystreet. I am so glad you
could join me at my humble estate. I have been looking
forward to this party all year and I know its going to be a
bang, a really big BANG!" he said then he broke into an
old man's laugh followed by a chorus of hacking coughs.
As he spoke, the Asian maid came around with a small
basket and started handing something out to each girl.
"My servant is passing out the first of many clues you
must first find to find the diamond. The disks are a
coded piece to a map of the estate. Each marking on
the disk is a code pointing to the next clue in the chain
of clues you need to find the diamond. Most of the chips
point to the same clues but in different ways. Only the
smart and clever will figure this one out an a well read
girl is a rich girl." he said with another spastic series of
giggles and coughs.
"The rules are simple but they are firm and strict.
You can win the diamond in two ways, either find the
diamond, or be the only girl remaining at the end of the
party." Both Barbara and Diana froze and looked at
each other in shock. "Remaining?" Babs whispered.
Suddenly, the monitor switched to the picture of a room
that resembled some sort of laboratory. The camera
panned the room and showed a series of plexiglass,
cylindrical tubes lining the walls. The tubes had various
hoses and other devices attached to them and they were
all empty. Then the camera started to pan across their
bases.
"There will be many traps on the estate. Traps to
ensnare and capture a young lady. Patrols will walk the
estate and, if you are found incapacitated in anyway,
you will be taken to the holding area and placed in a
tube." as he explained, the names of all the women
appeared on the name plaques at the base of each tube.
Babs gasped slightly at the sight of her name and Diana
Prince's. The rest of the women began to bustle and
complain as they shook their heads in disagreement.
"Don't worry ladies. It is harmless. Its only a prop.
You will simply wait in the holding area until the next
flight out where you will be asked to leave. Its the spirit
of the game that's important and people need a little
threatening incentive to make the game more fun. Also,
none of the traps are harmful. They are simply self
locking rooms or trip alarms. Just things to keep you on
your toes." he explained as the camera switched to him
as he hocked up a huge luggy into a handkerchief and
continued.
"Now, you have two days to complete your task. If
there is more than one woman out of a tube, the game
is forfeit. The losers will all receive complimentary
prizes, namely the home version of diamond hunt." he
said as he raised a board game box up to the screen.
The box was cheaply decorated and taped together and
it was an obvious attempt at a sick, humorous message,
namely; you lose, you don't get anything.
"Great. The furs really going to fly now." said Diana
as she watched the women in the room grow anxious as
they stood about.
"This is worse than dropping two alley cats into a
garbage can. These women are going to destroy each
other." replied Barbara in a low whisper. "And I thought
the Joker was dangerous." she thought to herself.
"The rest of the rules are covered in the copy of the
contracts you all signed. Violation of any of the rules on
the contract means you forfeit your rights and gets you a
one way ticket to tubes ville. One big rule you must
follow. DO NOT ENTER THE MAIN HOUSE! I assure
each and everyone of you that the diamond is not in
there. Please respect an old mans privacy." he
continued.
"Well! I'm not going to stand for this!" screamed a
woman from across the room. "This is absurd!" The
woman was Tina Ferrari, one of Gotham cities hottest
swimsuit models. "If you think I'm going to let you get
your jollies off of watching me run around like a chicken
with its head cut off chasing after your stupid diamond,
your SICK!" she screamed spraying her long auburn hair
about in a girlish tantrum.
"I'm sorry you feel that way my dear." said the old
man. "You are free to leave."
"Fine! And I'm not your dear." she screamed in a huff
as she tossed down her chip, picked up her bag and
stomped out the door to an awaiting servant. The door
shut and the women could hear the sounds of her high
heels clicking off into the distance.
Her chip was immediately snatched up by one
woman, only to have another try and grab it out of her
hands. Two more women joined in and a small pile of
sexy blonde, brunette and red heads began slapping
and pushing each other for the chip. Suddenly, two
rather muscular women, working in unison, pulled the
others apart and took the chip. They then handed the
chip to a tall, slim, white hared woman. They then stood
to either side of her with their burly arms crossed like
two pitbull body guards.
"Nobody Fucks with Victoria Madison. The rest of
you ladies might as well leave right now because I am
going to win." she said holding up the chip.
"Bravo!" clapped Lord Easystreet like a giddy school
boy slobbering over the whole incident. "Now that's the
way to do things. Now, you can mingle about and enjoy
my hospitality but the hunt can only start at 8:00 PM.
Before that, no hanky panky." he added striking one
finger across the other. With that the screen shut down
and the women broke off into little groups again.
"Now I know what Lord Easystreet is into." said
Barbara as the two agents left to go to their room. As
they walked out. Victoria and her two goons followed
them cautiously, watching them as they left the
ballroom.
"We should nail those to first. Take their chips."
whispered Victoria. "They look like real wimps."
* * *
After eating dinner and arranging their room
assignment, Barbara opened the door to the bedroom
and both ladies plopped down on their respective beds.
"God, what a nightmare." said Barbara as she opened
her bag and put it on the dresser.
"You're telling me. Finding that diamond and keeping
these guests safe is going to be a real nightmare."
replied Diana as she walked into the bathroom and
examined the facilities.
"I think I'm going to do some reconnoitering." said
Barbara as she unlocked a small compartment under
her case and pulled out a small bag while making sure
Diana wasn't watching.
"Good idea. I'm going to take a much needed
shower. I'll come looking for you if you're not back by
7:30." Diana hollered as she started the shower.
Barbara tucked her Batgirl costume under her arm
and walked to the door. As she opened it, she looked to
the bathroom and could see Ms. Prince in the mirror.
The woman was stripped down to her bra and panties
and Barbara stood in awe of the incredible sight. Her
crotch began to tingle slightly as she watched the IADC
agent unhook her bra and drop it to the floor.
"My goodness," gasped Barbara, "she's bigger than
Catwoman. My God they're huge!" she stared in
admiration as Diana's huge breasts swayed about as
she stepped out of her panties and into the shower.
"This might be fun after all." Barbara said as she
bounced out of the room like am excited school girl. As
she walked down the hall, a trio of heads appeared from
the other end, starring at the perky little brunette.
"Should we bag her?" asked one of the muscle
women.
"No Nic. She doesn't look like she's carrying anything
at all let alone a chip. She's probably heading for the
pool. Those chips are in their room." replied Victoria
patting her little love slave on her tush. "We'll sneak in
their and bag her friend. Then we'll grab both their
chips."
* * *
Diana sank her head under the warm water and let
the water flow like a water fall over the mountains and
canyons of her shapely form. Unknown to her, however,
a camera hidden in the tile work spied her every
movement. From a control room with a vast array of
monitors, panels and controls, Lord Easystreet sat in his
chair and spied the buxom avenger. But what's this, the
Lord is actually a little boy? Using a trick of modern
computer technology, the young billionare was able to
transmit an image of an old man instead of himself
during the party. Now the 14 year old Lord Easystreet
sat slobbering as he watched Diana Prince's perfect
body showering before him.
"OOOOO! GOD! That's it, wipe yourself down. God
you are gorgeous BABY." he said in a dirty Benny Hill
voice as she slobbered over the screen. Diana picked
up a bar of soap and lathered it. Then, with slow
meticulousness, she began massaging her own breasts,
soaping them up and making them shiny and wet.
"Whoa BABY. Ya don't get too many of those to a
pound do ya. That's it, they're soo dirty. Soap them up...
soap them up." he salivated. For several minutes he
watched Diana mold her breasts into erotic mountains of
shiny sexual pleasure, squeezing and lathering them as
she sloshed them around. Then, taking a joystick he
began moving the camera down. The image shifted
down her body, over her flat, defined stomach and
stopped at her wide, sexy hips and full, curvaceous
thighs. She stood with her legs together and the form
was exquisite. He watched in awe, staring at her
smoothly shaven vagina and at her hips as they slowly
swayed from side to side as the woman washed her
upper half.
Then, her hand came down, filled with soap, and it
slid itself slowly between her legs. Her fingers slid
between her lips, in then out then in then out, soaping
up her pussy as she massaged it. He then noticed that
she wasn't stopping. "What's this... Are you..." he said as
she tilted the camera up to her face. Diana's head was
bent back and her mouth hung slightly open with her
eyes shut. She was moaning softly and cupping her
breasts with her free hand as she panted slowly. "Oh
you naughty little girl. Oh and I bet you need a good
climax too don't you.." he said teasingly as he watched
agent Prince stimulate herself.
Suddenly, a female hand shot into the picture and
clamped itself over the otherwise occupied agent's
mouth. Diana's eyes bulged open and she began to
scream muffled cries as the picture became screwed up
with a flurry of activity. "What the hell..." stammered the
boy as he played with the joystick to zoom the camera
back. Legs, hair and Diana's breasts filled the camera.
Then the image slipped away. Trying another camera,
the boy brought up the bedroom.
Out of the bathroom, three women carried the
dripping wet, struggle shape of Diana Prince into the
room and onto the bed. One of the women kept her
hand over Diana's mouth at all times while the other two
produced a few rolls of duct tape. With the familiar
squeaking sound of tape being pulled off of rolls, the
women proceeded to bind and gag agent Prince. A big
swath of tape was clamped down over her mouth while
several strips bound her hands behind her back and her
long legs together at the ankles and knees.
"Keep the bitch occupied while we search the room
Nac." said Victoria as the two other women got up and
started rifling through Barbara's and Diana's luggage.
Diana lay on the bed, twisting a gyrating against her
bonds as Nac sat next to her, holding her down.
"My, what huge tits you have honey." said Nac as
she leaned in and roughly cupped Diana's right breast
with her hand. Diana's screamed under her gag and
reeled as the woman began massaging the tit. Cupping
it from underneath, she began massaging it while
pressing Diana's nipple in with her fore finger. She then
leaned in and started sucking on the plump gland, biting
down on Diana's ripened nipple as she accosted the
breast.
"Got em!" shouted Nic as she held up the two chips.
The two women then stood over Diana's bed, watching
as Nac continued to suck on Diana's tit.
"What should we do with her?" grinned Nic as she
wet her lips. "How about a nice little gang bang?"
"NO! We don't have the time." replied Victoria as she
sat down on the bed and slid her hands along Diana's
full, smooth thigh. "I know. We'll leave her tied up and
come back at eight. Then we'll simple carry her out to
the main hallway and leave her bound and gagged. The
rules say anyone who is incapacitated will be asked to
leave. They'll simply cart her off the island like that bitch
Tina Ferrarri." said Victoria as she stared Diana in the
eye.
"But first, we don't want her to get bored laying here.
Pick her up and put her on the rug." she ordered as she
grinned at Nic. Nic and Nac then picked up the
struggling heroine and placed her on one end of the
rooms long throw rug with her body parallel to the short
end. Then Nic smiled back and opened her bag. She
pulled out a large, black vibrator which she handed to
Victoria. Victoria smiled at Diana and turned it on. The
hum sent a cold chill down Diana's back as she surged,
knowing what was to come next. All three women then
piled on top of the amazon and held her down while
Victoria inserted the taming toy between Diana's
bucking, resistive legs. Diana screamed frantically as
the implement made it way deep inside her and she
thrashed about wildly as the sensation sent shivers
throughout her body.
The three women then grabbed the end of the rug
and began rolling Diana's gyrating body up into it. They
then picked up the rolled cocoon and carried the twisting
carpet over to the bed. With a swift push from their legs,
the three women kicked the rug and rolled it under the
beds, entombing Diana completely. They could barely
hear Diana's muffled moans and pounding body under
the bed and the three women parted, smiling as they left
with the chips.
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Subject: Repost: Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 3 [bd,sex,nc]
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Presenting Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 3
"Good thing this place has broom closets." said
Batgirl as she emerged from the closet pulling up her
spandex shorts. "My best bet is to go as high as I can
and look out one of the windows. I probably can see the
whole estate from up there."
After climbing two or three flights, the heroine
reached the last flight only to be stopped by a band of
tape stretched across the staircase. The words "OFF
LIMITS" were repeated across the tape. "Not for me it
is." said Batgirl as she slid under the tape and walked up
the stairs. Little did she know she had broken a small
eye beam as she walked up the flight.
In Lord Easystreet's control room, the young man
had just finished watching Diana's demise with sad
disappointment. "Damn, I thought they were going to
bang the bitch too. Oh well."
Suddenly, another monitor switched its image to the
lovely form of Batgirl slowly moving up the forbidden
staircase. "What do we have hear? Batgirl! Good, I
knew the female heroines of Gotham city would show
up. I'm so glad its you my dear." he said rolling his
hands together in glee.
"You're way too good for the tubes sweat cheeks," he
continued as he watched Barbara's plump ass and
shapely legs walk innocently past the camera and up the
stairs. "Being a heroine with a secret identity, I bet no
one knows who you are and that means no one would
miss you if you disappear. Perfect, just perfect." he
cackled. "Oh, I've got some nice plans for that pretty
little ass, plans I bet you just weren't counting on." he
snickered as he pushed a few buttons.
Barbara made her way down a narrow hallway and
reached a door at the end. With expert skill, she picked
the lock and slipped inside. The room looked like it was
partially painted with tarps over the furniture, paint
supplies along the walls and masking tape over the trim.
The only window was a small framed opening at the far
end. She walked carefully across the bare, wooden floor
and looked out the window. The summer sun was
heading down toward the horizon as night approached
and beetles chirped as the sun heated up that section of
the house. She then heard some commotion from out on
the grounds. Looking down she must have been 5
stories up. Staring out, she could see the garden and a
magnificent shrubbery maze winding through it. She
could also see four of the guests stealthily moving
through the garden maze, talking softly as they
searched about.
"I see the guests aren't even waiting till eight." said
Barbara taking her usual Batgirl stance. She watched as
the four women split up and head separate directions.
Suddenly, a series of tentacle like straps shot up from
under one of the girls and coiled her. She twisted about
as the white bands tied and gagged her, fighting to warn
the others. Then a spray of blue gas shot up at her and
the woman sank to the ground asleep. Babs pressed
against the window in a vain attempt at watching. She
then pulled the window up and looked out. Still not
getting a good view, she contorted and twisted her
shoulders till she could stick her upper half of her body
out the window.
"One of Lord Easystreet's simple, harmless traps eh."
said Batgirl curling her lip as she watched another and
yet another girl fall into the same kind of trap. Then,
from some hidden panels in the garden, several unusual
men appeared. They appeared to be completely naked
and made of some kind of smooth, white plastic with
absolutely no body hair at all. They reminded Batgirl of
perfect bodybuilders without an ounce of fat. They
walked up to the bound girls and started carting them off
through the openings.
"Androids! So those are the patrols." Barbara
whispered as she watched the mass abduction of losers.
As she watched, a wall panel slid to one side and two
male androids stepped out into the room. They were just
like the others with huge, muscular builds, smooth
plastic bodies and expressionless faces. Also
accompanying them was the rambunctious Lord
Easystreet. With stealth, all three tip-toed toward the
slowly swaying form of Batgirl's full, plump rear as she
stood hanging out the small window. They reached the
young girl and, for a moment, the young boy held his
hands over the curvature of he buttocks like someone
warming their hands over a fire making "OOOO
AAAAHHH" facial gestures as he watched her ass shift
back and forth. Then, counting his fingers down to zero,
he pointed to the girl's elbows. Both androids reached
out and readied themselves.
"Hey! What the..." screamed Batgirl as two pairs of
huge hands grabbed her arms and pulled them inside
the window and up behind her back. At the same time,
the window pane came crashing down, pinning the girl's
upper body out of the window with her hands inside and
behind her. A she struggled, one of the androids
secured her hands together with a pair of handcuffs.
When they finished, they ran their huge hands down the
length of each of her shapely legs and then pushed her
ankles together. With another pair of cuffs, they
clamped her feet together, turning the heroine into a
trapped, wriggling worm of soft, shapely flesh.
"Whomever you are, I'm Batgirl and I'm an officer of
the law. I demand to be released IMMEDIATELY!" she
ordered as she rolled her shoulders trying to escape.
Lord Easystreet twiddled his fingers at her in a mock
"OOO, I'm soooo scared!" expression. He then slapped
his hand hard across her jello like rear. Batgirl
responded with an erotic feminine bark making her twist
about in panic. He then grabbed her ass hard with both
hands and began massaging her buttocks like he was
playing with two big balloons. Her butt soared up, then
around then from side to side as she tried to shake her
molester off in vain. His hands slid over her bare
cheeks, down her bare thighs, around the front of her
legs and back around to her ass. He then pressed his
soft cheek against hers and began kissing her ass with
abandonment. As he did this, his fingers would tease
Batgirl by inadvertently slipping their way under her
tights at various, strategic locations. Batgirl responded
with erotic yelps and snarls as she felt the hands accost
her delicate rear.
"OOOO BABY!" he thought making sure not to say
anything. "Time for a surprise." As he groped her, the
young boy unzipped his pants and pulled out his
hardened erection. His size was in no way threatening
but he did what he could to get it harder by stroking it
with one hand. Then, gliding his fingers under the top of
her shorts, he teased the costumed heroine as he pulled
slightly on the spandex material. Then, with a quick
yank, he pulled the shorts down over her ripe ass and
around her full, bare thighs.
Batgirl's eyes bulged in shear panic as she felt her
shorts go down and the air hit her bare rear. She tried to
kick out but the two super strong androids held her legs
firmly in place. All she could do was sway and shift her
hips about and wriggle around desperately. Grabbing
her by the hips with one hand, the boy brought his
erection closer, stroking it with his other as he moved it
into position.
"OH MY GOD! NOOO!" screamed Batgirl as she felt
the rounded head of a penis touch her bare lips. Her
hips went wild and Lord Easystreet had to shift his hips
with hers to keep up. To normal men, Barbara Gordon
was rather a small, tasty scoop of ice-cream but, to Lord
Easystreet, she was a voluptuous, mountainous sundae
ready to be scarfed. Matching her twists, he final found
his target and pushed his tiny penis inside.
"AAAAAGHHGG!!!" Barbara screamed. The penis
was way too small to be a threat but, the thought of
someone penetrating her against her will sent her into a
flurry of desperate panic. She could feel the penis slid
inside her and the hips of her rapist pressing up against
her bare rear. For several minutes, the little man rode
Batgirl in shear ecstasy as he felt her vagina squeeze
and stroke his penis as the heroine tried to escape the
inevitable. Barbara's heart then sank in her chest as she
felt her attacker begin pumping his hips back and forth.
"NNOOOO! Not... Not inside!" she hissed as she tried to
push him off with a deep thrust of her hips. This only
excited Lord Easystreet more and the boy sank his head
back as the climax built.
His panting built in volume which caused Batgirl to
rock faster, knowing what was to come. Then, with a
massive sigh of relief, the boy pushed his hips in as
hard as he could, discharging deep inside Batgirl. Batgirl
responded with an animalistic scream that was more
from shock than from sexual ecstasy.
"How dare YOU!" she screamed. "OHHHH!"
The boy paid no attention as he slowly continued
pumping. He then gave her butt another swat and
stepped back, putting his wet member back into his
pants. Pulling out a remote control, he started to
reprogram the two androids. As he stepped through the
secret panel, he pressed the activation button and
snickered. "I think they oughta take some of the spirit
out of you." he laughed as the door closed.
The two androids released Batgirl's legs and one of
them immediately moved in behind her and grasped her
bucking rear. She immediately realized that a new
attacker was behind her and this one was HUGE.
"OOOHHH! NOOO!! No, not again!" she winced as she
felt another member touch her lips. Where as Lord
Easystreet was small and harmless, the two androids
were huge and merciless. Bloated, white and ultra firm,
the androids cock hovered ominously over her dainty,
soft vagina. Then, with a brutal thrust, the android's
penis drove its taming point home, sending Barbara
reeling with overwhelming sensation.
"AAAAAAGAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Her scream was heard across the compound as the
white member slid slowly inside her. "My God! Its....
Its.... too big... can't.... UUUUGHH!!!!" Batgirl hissed
and moaned as the android burrowed its way deeper
inside her. With a final, brutal push, it shoved the penis
all the way in, sending Batgirl's legs flailing about
around the automatons hips. It then began pulling the
penis out, then inserting it back in, then out, then in,
relentlessly pumping itself in and out of Batgirl's
defenseless cunt. To complicate matters, it then
reached around to her front and began stroking her ripe
clitoris with its large, firm fingers. From the ground,
Batgirl's upper body could be seen rocking in and out of
the window, her large, perky breasts sloshing up and
down and her hair sailing forward and back as she
panted like a speeding steam train.
"UUGH! UGGHH! UUUGH! No!... cuming... can't...
let.." Too late. She screamed uncontrollably as her
climax sent her body seizing in absolute erotic ecstasy.
Sensing its victim's demise, the android began tensing
as well as it simulated its own climax. Obviously, Lord
Easystreet was a sick little boy who enjoyed hard,
blatant sex and he had programmed his androids to be
just as disgusting. With an eruption of lotion like, white
cream, Batgirl's vagina began to ooze with the android's
pudding like cum. The creamy substance oozed out and
down her legs and she shuttered in disgust as she felt
her vagina and thighs growing wet with the discharge.
Still pumping, the android removed its member and let
the substance pour out onto Batgirl's soft, white rear. It
then took its hands and began smearing the substance
all over her ass like a baker icing a cake.
Batgirl continued to gasp in exhaustion as the
android accosted her. Then she froze in terror. "NO!
NOT AGAIN!" she screamed as the second android
moved into place. With the same zeal as the first, the
second android began to again pump its human victim
with more unbridled sexual stimulation. The tension rose
higher and higher, the woman squealed and yelled to no
avail. Then, with another animalistic scream, Batgirl
collapsed from another devastating climax.
This time, the android didn't discharge. It pulled the
window pain up and pulled Batgirl inside to face it. It
supported the frail girl as she stared at it with dreamy,
heavy eyes. Then with a firm hand, it shoved her head
down and pushed its cock deep into her gaping mouth.
This woke Batgirl from her erotic daze and she
began to squeal like a pig as the android violated her
mouth. As it did this, the other android came from
behind and pulled her tank top up past her firm, perky
breasts. With its huge hands, the android began to
callously massage her plump breasts sending her
writhing from the new stimulation. Her whining was soon
silenced, however, as its discharge violated her pretty
mouth. For a while, she was forced to swallow, then, it
removed the penis, only to let it spray the rest of its
discharge into her face. The cum slowly poured over her
lips and cheeks as she was coated with the substance.
The first android then pulled her back and the second
android discharged all over her bare chest, wetting her
perfect breasts with the goo.
Suddenly, a plastic ball was shoved into her mouth
and tied around the back of her head. A white clothe
was then draped over her eyes, blindfolding the violated
heroine. The androids then let the bound and gagged
Batgirl drop to the floor as they slipped back into the
secret panel.
Lord Easystreet sat at his console and watched in
glee as the banged and defeated Batgirl lay rolling
about, bound and gagged, on the wooden floor with her
shorts pulled down around her thighs, her breasts
exposed and her body soaked with android cum. "AH,
Poor little Batgirl. Well there's much more in store for
you. BWAHAHAHA!"
* * *
The rug slowly shifted from side to side as another
muffled scream of climax came out from the fabric.
Suddenly, the whole carpet began to roll. It rolled out
from under the bed and a muffled clamp of thunder rang
out from the tarp. Then, with a burst of female energy,
the carpet exploded into strips of dusty cloth as Wonder
Woman burst free of her cocooned tomb. Her body was
absolutely soaked with sweat and she sat like a tossed
rag doll on the floor panting and sighing heavily. Slowly,
she pulled the remainder of the duct tape off of her legs,
wrists and mouth and dizzily stood up. Her eyes then
bulged in shock as she immediately clamped her hand
on her pelvis. Unzipping her costume, she let it slide
down as she removed the vibrator from her dripping wet
vagina. She then zipped the satin tights back up and sat
down hard on the bed holding the oscillating toy in front
of her.
"Hera! That almost had me. A few more minutes of
that and that would have been the end." she said slowly,
turning the device off and plopping it on the bed. She
got back up and started straightening herself out in the
mirror, fixing her headband and hair as she wiped the
sweat off her tan body.
Suddenly, the jiggling of the door knob put Wonder
Woman on alert. Looking at the clock it was 8:30. "Back
for more ehh?" said Diana as she readied herself. She
then looked down at the toy on the bed and picked it up.
"Two can play at this game." she said readying the item
and standing behind the door. With a flick, she turned
the lights off and stood in wait.
A shapely figure slowly moved into the room. As she
entered the center of the room, Wonder Woman jumped
her. Both women went rolling about as they fought.
"Victoria's goon is a pretty good fighter." Wonder
Woman thought but she knew she had the upper hand.
With her lasso, she quickly tied the girl's hands behind
her back and her ankles together. She could feel the girl
succumbing to the lasso's magical effects.
"Now its time for a little revenge." Diana thought as
she pulled the woman's shorts down and began inserting
the vibrator inside her. The woman's hips surged wildly
as they were penetrated and the tied woman panted and
moaned as she was deeply penetrated.
"How do you like THAT!" blasted Wonder Woman as
she yanked on the lasso. "Now, tell me who you are?"
"I.... I .... I'm Barbara Gordon." rasped the agonized
female voice.
"Oh NO!" gasped Diana as she jumped up and
flipped on the lights. For a moment, however, Diana
stared in utter confusion. On the floor was Batgirl,
wiggling about as she fought both the lasso and the
vibrator's effects.
"Batgirl? But you said you are....." Like a cash
register, the total added up and Diana let out a small
smile. "Of course, its so simple. Commissioner Gordon's
daughter. That's how you always know where to show
up." Diana said sitting on the bed and crossing her legs
as she thought about the situation.
"IIIIFFFF...YYYOOOOUUU DOOONN'''TTT
MMMMMMIIIINNNDDDD...." stuttered Batgirl as she
rolled about.
"Oh! I'm sorry." said Diana as she untied the rope
and helped Barbara pull out the little toy. Running to the
bathroom, she returned with a glass of water, some
aspirin and a wet rag.
"I could really do with a stiff Gin right now." said
Barbara as she quaffed the aspirin and water.
"I do apologize Bat.. I mean Bar... I mean..."
stammered Wonder Woman.
"Well, I figure another heroine knowing my identity
isn't that bad." said Batgirl as she sat back and put the
wet rag on her forehead. "By the way, where's Ms.
Prince..." but as she asked, the circumstance of the
room began to give away subtle hints as to Ms. Prince's
real whereabouts.
"Um... Well, I feel its only fair that since I used my
lasso unfairly, I should share my secret with you. I'm
actually Diana Prince." Wonder Woman confessed as
she stood up and stood in front of Batgirl in her typical
Wonder Woman stance.
"Well, I've got a secret for you Diana, the jugs are a
dead give away." Batgirl said as she stood up, put her
hands out like two cups and inflated her cheeks
teasingly.
"I know." said Wonder Woman in annoyance as she
sat crossing her arms. "That's why I always down dress.
Do you know how hard it is to hide these?" she
complained.
"Oh, I know. I have that problem with my look as
well. The thing that gets me though is no one really ever
puts one and one together. My father has seen me
naked all my life and yet he doesn't recognize his
daughter wearing a suit like this." Batgirl complained.
"You said it. With breasts like these I thought I'd get
discovered the first time I saved someone." Diana
added.
"What's even weirder is our voices are exactly the
same as our alter egos yet no one ever recognizes us.
The first time I met a blind man, I thought I was found
out for sure." added Batgirl. "By the way do you ever
have a problem with chaffing?" she asked.
"Oh no, amazon's don't chafe. We have tougher skin.
Though I'm always worried about bruises and cuts. On a
bare leg they really show up." Diana replied.
"That's true but I down play my real identity so she
doesn't wear anything too revealing." said Batgirl. Both
women then settled down to a long discussion talking
about heroine tactics, beauty secrets, costume do's and
don'ts and fashion.
"God, have you seen Supergirl. She looks like a
cheerleader! What a bimbo. And she's sooo sickly
sweat." scoffed Batgirl.
"You know she's gay." replied Wonder Woman
nodding her head. "At least that's what I hear. I also
heard she's into some major S&M."
"No, really!" squeaked Batgirl. Then both women
began to laugh like two college girls at dorm. For once,
they had met someone else they could talk to that they
could trust and that shared the same experiences.
"So what happened here?" asked Batgirl smiling as
she held up the vibrator with her two fingers. "Supergirl
drop by?"
"NO!" exclaimed Diana as she snatched the dildo
away from Barbara and tossed it on the other bed. "I got
a surprise visit while I was taking a shower. That bitch
Victoria Madison and her two goons Nic and Nac tied
me up and left this to entertain me."
"Why didn't you just beat them up. You're supposed
to have mega-strength." asked Batgirl.
"I only have powers while I'm Wonder Woman and I
wear my belt of power." she said removing the belt.
"See, now I'm as weak as a normal woman. " she
explained.
"I see. The belt holds your power?" asked Batgirl.
"While I am away from my home, yes." answered
Diana putting the belt back on. "By the way, what
happened to you?"
"I got a nasty surprise upstairs." Batgirl replied rolling
her eyes and shaking her head. She explained the
whole experience to Diana.
"Swear it was some little kid banging me." said
Batgirl as she continued.
In Lord Easystreet's control room, the young
billionaire sat looking at the monitor. "I know a secret.. I
know a secret... da da dada da...."
In another room of the estate, Tarra Rogers raised
her servants head to interrupt the woman's magnificent
blowjob. She and the Asian maid Yumi were busy
entertaining themselves in Tarra's room. Tarra knew
Lord Easystreet had the whole place wired and she had
tapped into the kid's monitors with a few of her own. She
had been completely distracted by Yumi's magical
mouth and had missed most of Batgirl's and Wonder
Woman's conversation as she convulsed in ecstasy.
Looking up at the monitor, she shook violently to life as
the image of Wonder Woman and Batgirl gave her a
start.
"BATGIRL! WONDER WOMAN! NO! What are they
doing HERE!" she screamed pushing Yumi to the floor
and turning up the volume.
"This is bad. Real bad." Yumi said as she shook her
head in disbelief. "We're dead women for sure. There
goes our shot at the diamond." she added.
"SSSHHHHH!" hissed Tarra waving her hands at the
maid. Then her face lightened up with a smile as she
heard the fatal words from Diana's mouth. "I only have
powers while I'm Wonder Woman and I wear my belt of
power. See, now I'm as weak as a normal woman. "
"That's IT! Batgirl is easy to deal with but I thought
Wonder Woman was unstoppable." screamed Tarra.
"So, what does that have to do with us." asked Yumi.
"Don't you see, without that belt, she just like any
other big breasted bimbo. We can deal with her just like
Batgirl and all the other guests." Tarra said as she
began cackling in diabolic laughter. "Quickly, get Trisha
and meet me outside. We've got work to do." she said
racing for the closet.
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Subject: Repost: Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 4 [bd,sex,nc]
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Presenting Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 4
Batgirl's plan was clever and quite simple. Victoria
appeared to be making noticeable headway in rounding
up the chips. Wonder Woman and Batgirl simply
followed the trail of trussed up models, business women
and starlets until they found the three women tying up
another guest.
"If we follow her, we can get the chips for ourselves."
Batgirl whispered.
"OOOH! That's rotten... I love it." Wonder Woman
giggled as they stealthily trailed the three women
through the building.
"Damn you BITCH! Where's the God Damn chip!!!"
screamed Victoria like a ranting child as she slammed a
bound and gagged models dead on the top of a coffee
table. The three nefarious nymphs and the greedy, but
hog-tied model, were in a large study in the first floor
near the servant's quarters.
"MMMMBBLLMMLML!" screamed the curly
redheaded model as she crossed her eyes in dizziness
from the pounding. "MMM CMMIP MMIS NN MI
MURSE!" she mumbled under the thick tape gag.
"WHAT! What the fuck are you saying! ANSWER
ME!" screamed Victoria as she started to ring the girl's
neck.
"Uh... Maybe we oughta remove her gag." sheepishly
asked Nac half expecting to get a whack across the face
from her mistress.
"GAG!.....Oh... Yeah, I knew that." and with a quick
yank she brutally tore the tape off of the girl's mouth.
"YEEEEEOOOWWWW!! Watch it you BITCH!"
screamed the girl as she puckered her lips to get the
feeling back into them.
"Hera, I hate duct tape." whispered Diana to Batgirl
as they both cringed when the tape came off.
"And I thought a bikini wax was torture." agreed
Batgirl.
"You better start talking..." threatened Victoria
between her teeth as she shook her fist at the girl.
"I said, the chip is in my purse you fucking IDIOT!"
the girl screamed back.
"Oh, I'm an idiot am I?" asked Victoria mockingly as
she looked over at Nic. Nic nonchalantly picked up a
fireplace shovel and raised it. "Nighty night chump.
BWAHAHAHA!" laughed Victoria.
"WWWWHHHHHHHAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGG!"
Batgirl turned away slightly and winced as she saw
the young girl eyes cross and watched her keel over
unconscious from the shovel's blow. "EEWWW! That's
gotta hurt." she said peeking out of one eye.
"Oh, that's nothing." said Wonder Woman in a
superior tone as she waved her hand at the girl. "Heck,
the cheetah hit me over the head with a telephone pole
once."
Batgirl looked up at the amazon and turned back to
watch the scene. "No wonder..." she thought shaking her
head and rolling her eyes.
"I think its time we broke up this party." Wonder
Woman said as she got her lasso ready.
"I'm with you." Batgirl exclaimed as both women got
up and bounded into the room. With a quick flick of her
lasso, Diana immediately roped Victoria sending her into
a slight hypnotic state with the rope's magical effects.
Batgirl dove at the two muscular body guards and let
loose with a barrage of Batgirl kicks. Nic went down
immediately but Nac was a little more resilient. She
returned with a hefty south paw that sent Batgirl reeling
back against a table. She immediately piled onto the
smaller avenger and began choking her with both
hands.
"UUUUGGH!!! Wwwwwonnnderrr WOMmmmannn.
ANNNYY DDDAYYY NOWWWW!!!" gasped Batgirl as
she tried to fight off the feverish monster of a woman.
"Oh, sorry." said the preoccupied Wonder Woman as
she matter of factually walked over and gave the
woman a slight karate chop on the back of the neck.
The girl immediately fell to the floor unconscious.
"So, what are we going to do with Ms. Madison."
Batgirl said clearing her throat.
"MMMM... I've got an idea." replied Wonder Woman
with a devilish smile. "You take care of those two and
then meet me in the first servant's bedroom down the
hall." Wonder Woman said as she took the feisty but
restrained blonde along in tow and headed down the hall
that lead to the servants' wing.
"Hmmm... So much rope and so much to do..."
thought Batgirl as she stared down in slight excitement
at the two unconscious body builders on the floor. "I
know just the thing." she said as she knelt down and
went to work with several coils of rope.
After 15 minutes of happily tying up the two muscular
lesbians like some demented housewife baking cookies.
Batgirl came into the first servant's room humming a
happy tune. She then stooped and stared slightly in
curiosity at a refrigerator that had been unplugged from
the servant's kitchen and plopped in the doorway to the
bathroom. Batgirl slowly approached and peeked in.
Wonder Woman had just finished tying Victoria's hands
to the shower's overhead spigot and removed her lasso
from around the blonde's waist.
"Wha... What's going on?" Batgirl asked timidly.
"Have you ever made Bitch Cake?" said Wonder
Woman with a smile as she opened the ice box and
showed its contents to Batgirl.
"I think I remember the recipe." Batgirl replied as she
got the idea and picked up a carton of eggs. "I believe
we start with these." she said as both women picked up
an egg in each hand.
"OHHH! YOU WOULDN'T!! HOW DARE YOU!"
screamed the spoiled blonde. Wonder Woman smacked
the egg over the girl's head and spread its gooey
contents around in her hair as the blonde tried to kick
back. Her legs were securely bound together and to the
bathtub faucet so she could only stand and twist about
as Batgirl unload another white gem on her head.
Another, then another hit her in the head and face. Then
Batgirl slammed two eggs into Victoria's perky breasts,
making the girl scream in disgust as Barbara began
massaging the yellow, clear goop over her chest. Then
an egg was slapped hard between her legs making the
girl yelp in slight excitement and shock. Another egg hit
her in the crotch, then two more. Diana then turned the
girl around and slapped some more eggs up her ass,
coating her perky rear with the goo.
"OH! I'll make you both pay for this!" she screamed.
"NO one does this to....UUUUGGGHLLMMM!"
"I think some butter would be good right now." said
Wonder Woman as she took a whole tub of Country
Crock and shoved the scoop into Victoria's threatening
mouth. She then smeared the huge, remaining wad
around the girls face as Victoria spat out the huge chunk
of lard making the girl's face and hair all wet and greasy.
Grabbing the rest of the butter, Wonder Woman shoved
the slab between Victoria's buttocks and started
spreading the wad around with a big frosting spreader,
coating the girl's ass with a thick, shiny film of lard.
Batgirl sarcastically opened a small bottle of vanilla
extract and added just a drop on top of Victoria's head.
She then looked at Diana and both girl's shrugged.
"Better safe than sorry." Wonder Woman said. Batgirl
smiled and poured the whole bottle over Victoria's
thrashing head.
Then the two heroines went hog wild. "Barbecue
sauce on a cake." gasped Batgirl jokingly. "How risqu‚."
she said as the Open Pit was emptied all over Victoria's
greasy, yellow chest. Next came the Thousand Island,
then the A1, then a few cans of beer, "Oops, scratch the
beer; Diet Soda. We're on a diet." They emptied two six
packs of diet soda all over the girl, shaking the cans
thoroughly before they unleashed them.
Victoria then screamed in absolute disgust as a bag
of sugar and a five pound bag of flour was emptied over
her sticky, wet body. The gooey substances underneath
made the flour stick amazingly well to her skin and she
almost resembled a woman being tarred and feathered.
"Oh! We can't forget the brown sugar" added Barbara as
she unloaded the bag of brown powder all over the girl's
chest and face.
Wonder Woman then handed Batgirl a can. "Cheez
Whiz! I just love Cheez Whiz!" Batgirl screamed as she
shook the can and shot off a small stream to eat.
"It goes good with whipping cream." grinned Wonder
Woman as she held up a can. Both girls then leaned
into Victoria and began decorating the girl with various
swirls and designs. Barbara decorated Victoria's left
breast, putting two eyes above the nipple and a smiley
face below. "Look, is Mr. Bill!" Batgirl said as she leaned
back to admire the bouncing face before her. "Oh, I just
love Mr. Bill." she said in a heavy voice as she leaned in
and started sucking hard on Victoria's excited nipple.
"YOU SICK BITCHES! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"
"Mine's frosty the snowman." Wonder Woman said
adding the finishing touches onto a whip cream hat that
sat at the top of Victoria's right breast. Batgirl looked
over and nodded in approval as she scooped a small
finger of cream off the girl's nipple. Diana then leaned in
and started sucking on Victoria's other breast, humming
frosty the snowman as she massaged the plump tit.
"Oh NOOOOOO! Its Mr. Hands!!!!" said Batgirl in
her best Mr. Bill voice as she slapped Victoria's right tit
hard with her hand, spraying yellow cheez whiz, egg,
butter and flour goo against the wall of the shower. She
then began to grope the tit real hard, pinching and
squeezing it as she watched it balloon and compress.
The two girls then stepped back and stared longingly
and deviously at Victory as they slowly began shaking
their cans. "Ohhhhh, No... Stay back... No...."
stammered Victory as some sixth sense told her what
was to come.
Like Beavis and Butthead, both heroines turned
toward each other and began to shake like they were
holding back an explosion. "PUSSY SUNDAE!!!!!!!!"
They both screamed. Victoria bucked about wildly as the
two costumed avengers grabbed her thighs and plunged
the tips of their respective cans into her cunt. The hollow
sound of the cans discharging filled the bathroom with
an ominous tenseness as both women continued to
unload their can's contents. Victoria stared down at the
spectacle, gritting her teeth, not in pain, but in shock and
panic at the fact that nothing was coming out. The cans
were emptying but the thought of where the stuff was
going horrified her. Then, after several seconds, a
yellowish, white mixture oozed out of Victoria's vagina
and plopped down onto the shower floor in clumpy
lumps as Batgirl and Wonder Woman continued to
empty the cans.
"UUUUUUUGHHHH!!!!!!" screamed Victoria in
horror as she realized she must be absolutely filled with
the disgusting mixture of cheez whiz and whip cream.
Batgirl continued to empty her can as Wonder Woman
walked back to the fridge. Batgirl then stood up and
wrote "FUCK ME" with a little heart across Victoria's
tummy with the remainder of the can. "I love cheez whiz
but I don't think I'd give you the satisfaction of watching
me lick your cunt clean." teased Barbara as she held the
girl's chin up with her finger and grinned.
"My pussy's too good for you anyway SLUT! You
should be worshipping me and that's just where you two
bimbos will be, AT MY FUCKING KNEES!" she
screamed in futile defiance trying poorly to scare the
costumed avenger.
"Oh MY!" gasped Wonder Woman as she stood in
front of the fridge bent over like a huge bimbo doll with
her full ass in the air and her legs locked. "Look what I
found in the crisper." she said innocently as she stood
up and held up a cucumber. This was no ordinary
cucumber. It was round and full at one end but tapered
to a narrow, bumpy point at the other. It was the kind of
cucumber most men would simply toss aside as useless
and most women would bulge their eyes at.
"My, I think the maid did the shopping this week,"
Batgirl replied with a bimbo's gasp of sarcastic shock.
"and such a naughty maid too."
"I wonder if this was meant for our salad?" Wonder
Woman replied with a raised eyebrow. Both women then
turned and smiled at Victoria who stared back with
bulging eyes at the organic implement.
"OOHHHH! You wouldn't DARE!" she hissed as she
gaped at the cucumber. "NO! NO! Get AWAY...." she
started to scream as the two heroines grabbed her
thighs and brought the vegetable ever closer.
"Remember what you did to Diana Prince?" asked
Wonder Woman with a gleam. "Well have a taste of
your own MEDICINE!" she screamed as she pushed the
misshapen object hard into Victoria's resistive vagina.
The girl wailed and screamed uncontrollably as Diana
twisted and pushed the dildo deeper and deeper into
her. Her hips and body twirled about like a top dangling
from a string as she tried to thrust and push the ever
encroaching cucumber out of herself.
"UUUUGHH!! AAAGGHH!!!! UUUGHH!! GODDD!!!"
she panted and moaned like an actress over acting a
death scene in some cheap B movie. Her articulations
were no act, however, as the thought of being so rudely
penetrated drove her mad with ecstasy.
* * *
Nac began to awaken as the blow to her head sent
throbs of uncomfortable pain through her neck and
back. Her eyes bulged in shock as the scent of a wet
vagina filled her nose and the taste of a sweaty pussy
coated her lips.
"What the..." she mumbled under the vaginal gag.
She started to twist about, trying to figure out where she
was, and found herself tied, not by herself, but to
another woman. At that same moment, Nic began to
revive and an erotic sensation from between Nac's legs
shot through her as she felt the mouth of her sister begin
to mumble. Nac screamed in absolute disgust as she
realized she was in a forced 69 position with her own
sister. She hated her sister and only tolerated her
because they worked together and because her sister
was the only person as underhanded as she was. To be
tied to her like this was an absolute affront.
"You stupid God Damn BITCH!" Nac screamed as
loud as she could into her sister cunt. Nic responded
with a similar tightened, shocked convulsion as Nac's
vibrations sent a chill through her as well. Both girls then
began to roll about as they tried to free themselves from
their distasteful predicament. As they did so, they began
to excite each other with each twist and thrust.
"Stupid CUNT!"
"BITCH!"
"SLUT!"
"I hate YOU!"
They continued yelling at each other and wrestling
with each other as they fought for freedom. This greatly
aggravated the situation, however, as the erotic stimuli
only sent them into a more enraged state of struggling.
"I'll show you, you dumb...." and with that, Nic dug in
and began wildly blowing her sister. Nac reeled back
and slammed her face into Nic's cunt and began to
brutally respond with a volley of devastating tongue
lashes. Both women were now frantically blowing each
other as each tried to dominate the other in a desperate
attempt at enforcing their own sense of superiority over
the other. The pecking order had to be maintained and
only one could win.
Nic rode Nac's desperately bucking hips as she kept
sucking and licking, holding onto Nac's plump, muscular
rear with her hands. Nac's ass tightened and jiggled like
a slab of jello as the girl griped and groped it, trying to
induce her sister into the fatal, losing climax.
Nac was no slouch, however, and she wildly blew Nic
in retaliation. With her fingers, Nac parted Nic's
muscular buttocks and she stuck her middle finger into
Nic's anus. With shear ruthlessness, she began twisting
her finger about callously driving Nic insane with
sensation.
The two bound muscle women rolled about like two
fighting cats with their tails tied together as they wrestled
for absolute dominance. Slamming about on the floor,
they rolled into tables and knocked over chairs as they
slammed each other about.
Their fate was more twisted than they had both
realized, however, as each girl grew closer to defeat. So
evenly matched were they that no girl could manage to
gain a clear advantage. Panting and screaming they
both induced each other higher and higher until....
"UUUUUUUUGHHHHHNNNNN!!!"
"AAAAGAGAAGGGHHHHHH!!!"
With the same odds of a coin landing on its side,
both women exploded in hip pound climaxes as they
broke each other at the same time. Panting for a few
moments, each girl recoiled and buried their heads back
into their sister's cunt in hopes of catching the other off
guard. The wrestling match continued into round two as
the muscle bound, duet fought each other for total
victory.
* * *
"Not again.... CUMING!!!...." Victoria screamed as
Wonder Woman inflicted another
climax on the spoiled, blonde, brat . The young girl
finally collapsed in gasping exhaustion as both heroines
stood over her and stroked her.
"Ah, look. Our little girl is dirty!" Wonder Woman said
is a sarcastic, motherly voice.
"OOOO!!!" teased Batgirl as she struck her two index
fingers together in a "naughty-Naughty" gesture.
The two heroines then turned on the shower to ice
cold and began spraying Victoria with the shower
massage on full blast.
"AAAAGHGHGHGH!!!" screamed the blonde as the
ice cold water shook her back to reality. The young girl
yelped and screamed like an excited puppy dog as the
two amazons rubbed and washed her down. Diana
coarsely scrubbed her with a long handled brush,
scouring her face, chest and bare body with the stiff
bristles, turning the girl's goose bumped skin red with
abrasion. Batgirl continued spraying and pouring bottles
of soap and shampoo all over the twisting girl, making
her absolutely shiny with soap.
After a bit, both women stepped back to examine
their handy work. Victoria lay slumped against the
shower stall, dangling from her tied hands, and she
panted and snarled as she stared in despise at the two
avengers. Her hair was an absolute snarl and it lay
across her reddened face like the strands of a dirty,
soaked mop.
"You fucking BITCHES! I nail each of you for this! I'll
make you both...GUMLLLBBMMBBLM!" Her doggy
yelps of threats were cut off by a small wash rag being
stuffed in her mouth. A terry towel was then pulled and
tied around her head, holding the rag in place and
effectively gagging the enraged spitfire.
"You know, I think she's going to catch cold being all
wet like that." said Batgirl with her hand on her chin.
"Lets dry her off."
Wonder Woman easily picked up the tired, but
struggling girl, and carried her off under her arm as she
followed Batgirl down the hallway and toward the
laundry room. The room had 5 sets of washers and
dryers but these were the large, industrial devices used
in institutions to wash tons of clothes. Batgirl opened the
door to a large dryer and Wonder Woman stuffed the
frantically kicking girl inside.
"I think fluff-no heat at 100 minutes will do." Batgirl
said turning the knob.
"Yes, we wouldn't want her to shrink." smiled Wonder
Woman as she watched the girl's panicked face begin to
spin around in the little window. The two women
watched calmly as the girl's face, then ass, then tits,
then face then thighs rolled about and slammed around
inside the dryer and up against the little window.
"Now for those chips." said Batgirl as they both left.
Wonder Woman came bounding over the grassy
ridge as she approached the island's abandoned saw
mill. Her huge breasts heaved up and down like two
massive, jiggling water balloons and her full rear and
large buttocks shifted from side to side as she rounded
the top and headed down the hill. She came to a stop
behind a pile of old, rotted lumber and crouched down to
watch the mill. A few moments later, Batgirl came
chugging over the hill and barreled down the slope and
into the pile of wood breathing like an overworked steam
locomotive.
"huh huh huh huh God... huh Where the FUCK.. huh
huh can I get ... huh huh one of those belts!!?" she
gasped as she lay on the ground sweating like an
exhausted racing horse and pointing to Diana's power
belt.
"Sorry, members only." Diana replied with a grin,
patting her belt with her hand.
Both girls spent several minutes scoping out the mill,
looking for any sign of activity. The sawmill was a series
of dark wood buildings interconnected via enclosed
walkways. The buildings were hollow on the inside and
housed various sections of the wood processing
conveyor belt production line. They were arranged kind
of like the view windows at a car wash. The wood would
enter from the river and flow through the mill to the
other side. Several smaller, decrapidated shacks and
buildings, along with the rusted remains of old 1950
genre construction equipment, littered the landscape
around the main installation.
"Now you're sure the chips point here?" asked
Wonder Woman looking sideways at Batgirl.
"Well, its only a hunch but, looking at the designs on
the chips, the just don't make sense. I'm a librarian and
I've seen dozens of writings and manuscripts and have
gotten pretty good at deciphering them. These things
are totally bogus. The only thing is, one out of four of
the chips are made of wood, painted to look like plastic.
Lord Easystreet said one out of four chips were relevant
so that tells me its what the chip is made out of that's
important and not what's on it." Batgirl explained.
"I see. So you figured the lumber mill since the
important chips are made out of wood." said Wonder
Woman touching her finger to her chin in thought.
"That's right, and where else would you find wood
chips?" asked Batgirl with a smile.
"Incredible! That's brilliant!" complimented Wonder
Woman.
"Oh that's nothing." shirked Batgirl rolling her eyes.
"Heck, one time I had to find Commissioner Gordon by
sniffing around town for his cologne, Wellington #5. Boy
was that a shot in the dark."
"Well, I think we should split up. We can cover more
ground that way." said Wonder Woman as she got up.
"Maybe you can scout out that small cluster of buildings
beyond those wood piles while I look in the main
complex." she added.
"Good thinking. We can get picked off better that
way if we're alone." Batgirl said with a smile as she
winked at Wonder Woman. Diana shook her head at the
joke and started toward the main building.
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Subject: Repost: Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 5 [bd,sex,nc]
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Presenting Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 5
"SSSHHHHH!!" hissed Tarra as she looked out the
second floor, dust covered window as Wonder Woman
approached. "Its Wonder Woman!!!" she whispered
turning toward Yumi. "Is Lord Easystreet's little toy
ready?" she asked crouching down in the window.
"Oh yeah! We cranked up the juice on it too. Boy is
she in for it." replied Yumi.
"Fine. Just don't fuck this up or we're in deep shit!"
The two women were dressed in black leather pants,
black turtleneck sweaters and ski masks. They slipped
down the mills hallways and into the darkness as
Wonder Woman stepped through the main door of the
complex.
The main area was a huge, wide open space with
various pieces of rusted, junk equipment strewn about.
The heroine slowly walked inside, looking about
cautiously as she tried to take in the entire room and all
its details.
Suddenly, a shot rang out from deep on the other
side of the room. Her instincts and training paid off as
she deflected the .45 round with her bracelets. Then a
series of shots rang out, illuminating a female form in
the darkness with each burst.
The woman was hiding behind several pieces of
equipment that blocked Diana's path, including a huge,
rusted out truck that sat close to the heroine. Deciding to
take a non-direct approach, Wonder Woman put her
foot on the tailgate of the truck and gave it an immense
shove with her muscular leg. The truck took off, literally
skidding across the concrete floor. It crashed and
slammed into equipment, posts, lumber and other
obstacles as it plowed its way toward the now shocked
shooter. Apparently Yumi was not ready for this tactic
and she started screaming as she ran toward a back exit
as fast as she could. Diving for her life, she barely rolled
inside the door as the wave of junk plowed up against
the doorway.
"Holy SHIT!" screamed Yumi as she got up and ran
down the hall.
Diana made a bee line for the pile and started
chucking half ton chunks of debris out of her way as she
tried to clear the doorway to get through. "Maybe this
wasn't a good idea after all." grunted Wonder Woman
as she tossed an engine block out of the way with a
hefty 'UMPH'.
Yumi came tearing down the hall, through a small,
rectangular room and through another door. Tarra
stopped the panting maid as she started to change her
clothes.
"That fucking trap had better hold her!" screamed
Yumi. "She's a lot stronger than we thought!" she added
as she helped Tarra get undressed and slip into a skirt
and suit.
"Don't worry. That pile of crap ought to slow her
down. Just do what I told you and she's ours." Tarra
smiled as she messed up her own hair and put on her
glasses.
Wonder Woman finally moved enough of the junk to
get through and she started jogging down the long
hallway after the female assassin. The hallway ended at
a small, rectangular room which was about 10 feet
square. Stopping at the doorway, Diana suddenly
noticed that the walls, floors and ceilings were now
made of some kind of silver colored metal instead of
wood. In fact the whole hallway from the main area on
down was lined with steel and was completely out of
place from the rest of the mill.
"HELP! Wonder Woman!" screamed a female voice
from across the room. On the other side, the hallway
continued. About 20 feet down, the masked assailant
stood holding Tarra Rogers at gun point. Tarra was tied
with her hands behind her back and she was a thorough
mess. She stood shaking and crying as the hooded
gunwoman used her as a shield.
"Don't come any closer or I'll blow this fucking cunt's
head off! This hoar bitch is going to get her brains
splattered, what little brains she has, if you try anything!
Just stay back or lard butt here gets a new asshole!"
Yumi screamed at Wonder Woman as she roughly
grabbed Tarra with a choke hold and slammed her
against the sides of the hallway as she waved the .45
around.
"Do you MIND!..." hissed Tarra softly shooting
daggers back at the maid. "You're over acting!!!..." she
whispered.
"Oh... sorry..." replied Yumi apologetically.
"Oh, I see." said Wonder Woman taking a confident
pose and entering the room. "I'm supposed to
surrender, is that it!" she added, taking another step
forward. Looking behind the two women, she could see
a huge, steel door which looked very locked and very
impassable. Apparently the gun woman had boxed
herself in and was extremely desperate.
"Why don't you just give me the gun and we'll all
walk out of here together. No one needs to get hurt.
You're obviously trapped so there's no need for this."
calmly spoke the confident heroine.
"THAT'S IT! Now the bitch gets it!" screamed Yumi
as she put the gun to Tarra's head and cocked it.
"You better have switched the gu..." Tarra winced.
CLICK
Tarra sighed slightly as a small tinkle of urine stained
her panties.
"Oh dear. Oh my!" gasped Yumi "I-seem-to-have-
run-out-of-bullets." she explained in an over
exaggerated acting tone as though she were reading her
lines off a cue card.
"OK, you're obviously out of bullets. Let's just put the
gun down and relax." coaxed Wonder Woman as she
took another step forward.
"Bah to you Wonder Woman! Ney, I defy YOU!" she
cursed shaking the gun at the heroine.
"Ney, I defy you...???" whispered Tarra with a
quizzical look as she sneered back at Yumi.
"I read it in one of my brother's comics." Yumi
whispered back. "These heroine chicks go for it."
"Ney, I defy you...???" said Wonder Woman in a
quizzical voice as she rolled her eyes at the weird line.
Realizing she now had the upper hand, Diana
arrogantly started across the room and toward the
hallway. Just as she reached the middle of the room,
Yumi pressed a button on a remote control in her
pocket. Immediately two 4 inch thick steel doors came
slamming down, closing off the exits in front of and
behind Wonder Woman. At the same moment, the floor
split into several panels which fell away and formed two
steep funnels on the floor. Diana's bare, shapely legs
slid on the cold, steel floor and each one slid into a
separate funnel. Instantly, thick plastic seals inflated,
pinning the avenger's legs into the holes.
Wonder Woman stood alone in the room, her legs
slightly apart and buried up to her knees in the holes.
She immediately began to twist about, struggling to free
her legs. The mechanism under the floor whined and
creaked as her immense strength strained the metal.
Suddenly, she heard a noise, like a cable being
released above her. With lighting reflexes, she reached
up just in time to catch the ceiling which came dropping
down on top of her. This was not a ceiling, however. It
appeared to be a huge block that she was now
supporting with her amazon strength.
"Well, well, well." teased Tarra as she finished
untying herself.
Diana looked ahead and could see a video camera
and mic sticking through a hole in the door that had slid
down in front of her.
"I see we have our hands full now don't we?" laughed
Tarra. "I hope that multi-ton block of concrete and steel
isn't too heavy." she added like she was talking to a
baby.
"Not as heavy as it will feel when I shove it up your
ASS!" grunted Wonder Woman as she continued to
push upward. She was able to support the block but it
was close to her maximum strength level. If all she had
to do was lift it for a few moments, she probably
wouldn't even break a sweat but, having to hold it
constantly was putting a severe strain on her arms. The
block would slip down slightly forcing Wonder Woman to
push it back up in a constant gravity tug of war.
"Well now, such a mouth!" replied Tarra in a
mockingly surprised voice. "I think I have something that
will quiet you down a bit. Certainly something that will
bring you off your high horse."
In front of Diana, a two foot square panel slid away
from under the camera hole in the door. Inside, an odd
device similar to a small satellite dish protruded forward.
It tilted upward and then began to glow slightly blue.
Then, with an odd humming sound, a beam of blue,
pulsating light shot out and hit Wonder Woman's
shoulder.
Wonder Woman reeled, not in pain, but from shock
and sexual sensation. A strange, vibrating wave of
exhilaration ran through her shoulder and arm, sending
wild ripples of sexual excitement through the heroine's
straining body. If it were possible to fuck someone in the
shoulder, this is what it would feel like, only much better.
The surprise from the ray and the sensation were so
quick and intense that she started to lubricate slightly
from the blast.
"How do you like it? A girl's best friend. Lord
Easystreet had it developed. Its what he calls an
orgasmabeam." said Tarra as she watched Wonder
Woman's reaction and bit down softly on her lower lip.
"Its quite simple actually, its a sonic, modulating
beam that projects waves of ultra high frequency sound.
The sound waves are tuned to specifically agitate and
stimulate only a female's sexual nerve endings.
Basically it vibrates the hell out of any nerves it hits,
sending false sexual information to the brain. Its kind of
like shattering a glass with sound only it works on
specific nerves instead. It also stimulates the brain itself,
sending specifically tuned frequencies through you that
effect only the sexual portions of the female human's
brain." Tarra explained as she watched Wonder Woman
get blasted again by the beam. "Heck the things way
better than a vibrator!"
"AAAGHH!"
"NNNUGHH!"
Wonder Woman rocked and swayed slowly, rolling
her head back and around as the beam fired another
and yet another blast into her arms, shoulders and bare
thighs. As she moaned, the block slipped a little more,
shaking the avenger back to reality. She tried to push
the block away or jam it on one of its sides but, before
she could concentrate, another blast of blue ecstasy
shattered her efforts, striking another fresh part of her
body.
"Those were non-sexual parts of your body Wonder
Woman. Lets see how those jugs really stack up."
exclaimed Tarra as she redirected the beam.
"Hera, NO!" Wonder Woman screamed as she
stared down in panic at her cleavage. Suddenly, the
beam hit her left breast sending it rippling and sloshing
about as it vibrated the huge mammary.
"UUUUUGHH!!!!"
The amazon moan was animalistic and deep as the
shear intensity of the sensation made her wet with
excitement. The beam not only hit her square in her
already ripened nipple, it was now blasting away in a
steady stream, pushing the tit around like a fire hose
pushing a huge water balloon. She twisted and gyrated
her upper body in a futile attempt to avoid the
devastating beam but this only heightened Tarra and
her cohorts sexual show.
"Wow, what a bod!" gasped Yumi as she rubbed
herself. "Make her wiggle some more."
The beam then switched to the right breast, causing
Diana to let out a high scream as the tender breast was
decimated by the beam's irresistible charms.
"Can't quit.... Hera.... Must not... surrender." Wonder
Woman gasped out loud as she rolled her head back
and panted away. Her satin shorts now had a noticeable
stain as she began lubricating uncontrollably. As her
mind spun from the beam's intensity, the block slipped
down some more and Wonder Woman had to catch it
with her elbows. She was now supporting the massive
stone with her upper arms only, letting it rest slightly on
her head.
"OOOWAAAA POOORRR BAAAABBBBBYYYY."
teased Tarra as she reached around Yumi and began
massaging the Asian's soft breasts. "Is da wittle Wondie
Woman getting tired?" she mocked kissing Yumi's neck.
Both women then turned and started French kissing
each other as the beam continued to pound the most
erotic moans, coos and cries from the tortured avenger.
Wonder Woman's sexual agony, and her vocal
repertoire, were driving the two villianesses wild with
passion. In moments, Tarra had pulled Yumi's sweater
off and was happily sucking on her breast as the show
continued.
The two women then looked each other in the eye.
"Let's finish the bitch off." Tarra said with an evil grin.
"Guess what's coming next Wonder Woman?" said
Tarra as she started to aim the dish.
"HERA! NO! NOT THAT!" screamed Diana as the
beam traveled down her chest, over her stomach and
toward the most devastating target of all. Her hips went
wild, twisting and writhing as she tried to avoid the ever
closing beam.
A long silence filled the metal room. Then, like a
swelling, erupting volcano, Diana's scream of
uncontrollable ecstasy exploded from her as the beam
found its mark. There wasn't even a chance of fighting
off the climax. The only chance she might have had was
to slow down the wave after wave of multiple orgasms
that pounded away at her body and mind but, she had
already lost that opportunity. Her vagina burst from
lubricant as her juices streamed down her legs and
soaked her shorts. The sensation was so intense that
she broke into tears and began sobbing as each climax
tore her violently apart.
Then, a soft hissing sound started to echo through
the room. From dozens of small jets in the walls, a pink,
misty gas began to slowly seep in.
"Oh, by the way, that's Gyneform gas you hear." said
Tarra matter of factly. "Its a special anesthetic gas
designed by Lord Easystreet to sap a woman's strength,
only if she climaxes. Pretty neat huh? You're perfectly
safe, just as long as you don't cum but, I don't think you
can avoid that."
Diana's looked about wildly, her panicked, tear
stained eyes glaring with fear as she watch the gas
slowly seep into the small room.
"UUGGMM, UUGGH! Can't... think... No, I won't...
won't be BROKEN! I AM WONDER WOMAN! NO ONE
DOES THIS TO....." she screamed defiantly as yet
another climax blasted through her. As she came, the
gas went to work, slowly sucking the strength from the
surging avenger. Diana's head began to swoon and swirl
as the anesthetic slowly took effect.
"NNNGHHUUU!!"
Another climax tore away at her. The gas sapped her
down even more. Like a wild fire being dowsed by water,
the gas smothered her spirit and drained her of her
strength. Her arms began to shake, then her knees
began to wobble. Suddenly, with a loud scream, the
heroine dropped, bending at her knees and falling on
her back to the floor. She was now supporting the
impending block with just her lower arms and chest as
she moaned and groaned from the gas's anesthetizing
effects.
"She's DOWN!" screamed Tarra as she reached for
the beam's controls. Diana's crotch and hips were now
flat on the floor, having moved out of the beam, and the
sex weapon was now steadily trying to make the block
of concrete have its first sexual experience. Tarra re-
aimed the dish and watched as the beam shot up
between the block and Diana's spread thighs.
Wonder Woman was now in triple jeopardy. Not only
was she falling asleep from the gas, but the beam was
hitting straight between her legs and her hips were now
pinned tight by the block. The massive stone surged up
and down as the buxom heroine struggled under the
mass in some desperate attempt to escape.
"Now to see what this thing can really do." smiled
Tarra as she reached for the intensity control and turned
the knob from 4 to its maximum of 10.
The block surged upward and froze as Diana's hips
soared upward. The sensation was beyond pain, beyond
sexual stimulation, beyond ecstasy. It was as though
every muscle, every bone, every cell, every atom in her
body was being violently gang raped all at once. She
couldn't breathe, her eyes were streaming with tears,
ever muscle was strained beyond their limits as she
tightened for the horrid finale. Then, Tarra pushed her
over the edge.
"And when we final have you, we're going to really
gang bang you..."
"UUUUUUUUUUGGHHGHHGHGH!!!!!!!"
The scream echoed like a wild animal falling from a
hunters bow as the amazon exploded from the sexual
experience. The massive stone came crashing down as
her absolutely devastated body collapsed in one last
surge of resistance. With a final sigh, Wonder Woman
was silenced, her body and will broken and beaten.
Ironically, the stone didn't drop more than two feet
above the floor. It was made to stop short so it would not
absolutely crush its victim. The metal doors opened and
Tarra and Yumi stepped in as the block raised back up
toward the ceiling. They stood watching in erotic
enjoyment at the heroine's unconcious, beaten, sweaty
and glistening body as she lay moaning and breathing
heavily. Tarra reached down and pulled off Wonder
Woman's belt.
"Now we have her for sure. Take her and strip her. I
want her tied up nice and tight, the way she was meant
to be." Tarra ordered as she held the belt and examined
it like a trophy of power. "This is just the start Wonder
Bitch, just the start. ITS PARTY TIME!"
* * *
Batgirl quickly sunk down behind a pile of old boards
as she heard a tremendous crash from the other end of
the mill. "What in God's name..." she gasped as she
started to make her way back toward the direction
Wonder Woman had taken. Trying to avoid any obvious
entrances or windows, Batgirl scoured the main building,
hoping to catch site of what was going on. "I know
Wonder Woman is tough but, I can't help feeling
something just went terribly wrong."
It had taken Batgirl at least 20 minutes to maneuver
through the darkness as she tried to avoid the mud,
equipment and lumber. Four inch stilettos looked great
on her legs but were horrible in mud. She knew this but
their erotic feel made her wear them anyway. Then, like
a dying animal, a muffled, female scream of utter agony
rang out from deep inside the main building.
"Dear God! Diana!" Barbara whispered as she
climbed the side of the building to a second story
landing. The second story windows were an array of
large, cross hatched windows that stretched along the
length of the building. Getting in was no problem seeing
how most of the glass had been broken out by kids or
weather.
She slipped into the dark upper landing and moved
slowly behind some huge crates. Suddenly, several
flashlights made a small dancing show of lights as a
group of women came out of a dark doorway on the first
floor.
"Tarra Rogers?!" Batgirl grunted, half knowing
something like this was probably right up that lawyer
bitch's alley. The arrogant blonde came strutting out,
putting on her blouse and glasses. Behind her, two
women in ski masks and skin tight, black outfits were
carrying a very shapely, bound and naked body.
"Wonder Woman!" Batgirl gasped. Wonder Woman
appeared to be unconscious and completely stripped
save her tiara and red boots. Her hands were tied
behind her back and her legs were tightly bound
together. A thick, cloth gag was tied around her mouth,
completely covering the bottom half of her head an
pinning her fiery, brunette hair. The two women were
carrying her like a carpet, one holding her by her
shoulders while the other carried her legs.
"Now how the Heck did they manage that!" Batgirl
said as she curled her lips to one side in a half smile of
semi-surprise. "I didn't think those bimbos could count to
two without taking their blouses off. There's got to be
someone else involved. Someone with a wicked,
devious mind." she mumbled as she stealthily moved
down a wooden ladder and approached the three
women from behind several rows of crates.
"Boy, for such a well built bitch, she sure is heavy."
rasped Tasha as she and Yumi placed Wonder Woman
on the floor to rest.
Batgirl removed her Bat-a-rang from her belt and
readied it.
"Are you kidding, she's 90% tit." Tarra said with a
smile as she stood over Diana and rested the point of
her stiletto, black shoe on the avenger's huge breast.
Batgirl tied one of her bondage ropes to the weapon.
"I wonder if they're real?" asked Tasha as she leaned
down and started poking the other breast with her finger,
trying to find any sign of an implant.
Batgirl slowly stood up and raised the weapon,
aiming it at Tarra's long legs.
"If they are, I want her plastic surgeon's number."
Tarra replied in a laugh. The three women began to
laugh maniacally as Batgirl drew back.
"Laugh this off you... HUMMMMBLMM!!!" Batgirl
started to say but as she was just about to let go, an
ether soaked handkerchief came down hard over her
nose and mouth. The heroine dropped her Bat-a-rang
and began twisting about wildly as the fumes forced
themselves deep into her lungs. Her thrashing and
screaming turned to swaying and moaning then to dull
twisting and sighing. Then, the plucky avenger dropped
to her knees and then the floor, her eyes rolling up into
her head, as she was heavily chloroformed.
The three women had stopped laughing and watched
Batgirl's anesthetizing. They then watched as a tall,
sleek beauty slowly stepped over the sleeping Batgirl
from out of the darkness.
"Good work Catwoman." said Tarra as she walked up
to the feline vixen. Catwoman stood wearing a pair of
high, six inch, black stilettos, thigh high, black, fishnet
stockings with garters, a French cut, bikini bottom, a belt
with various compartments, a string bikini top, arm
length, silk gloves and her usual cat mask that looked
like a pair of cheap, starlet 5 and dime sunglasses.
"Yes, my trap worked Perrrfectly." she said with a
rolling purr as she knelt down and started stroking
Batgirl's full, round thigh with her gloved hand. "They
are both ours now. Lets enjoy them GRRROWL! You
three may have Wonder Woman. I have unfinished
business with Batgirl." she said as she pulled out some
silk tie downs and several handkerchiefs.
"Yes, thank you Catwoman." said Tarra as she
skipped back to the other girls and ordered them to pick
the amazon up. "I know just the place." Tarra said
slapping Diana's flat tummy as she escorted the two
women out of the building.
Catwoman continued to stroke Batgirl like she was a
long lost pet. She then flipped the heroine on her
stomach and pulled her arms behind her back. With the
silk tie downs, she criss-crossed Barbara's wrists and
secured them with several knots, she then bound her
elbows and upper arms to her chest with a few more
long straps. Turning the young girl over, she pulled out a
large, red ball gag and pushed it into Barbara's mouth.
With leather straps, she secured the gag in place around
the girl's head. Using several more silk straps, she
meticulously secured Batgirl's legs together at her feet
and ankles as though she were enjoying the whole
bondage experience.
"Poor Barbara." sighed Catwoman as she stroked the
girl's cheek with her hand. "I told you I would get
revenge for you spurning my affections. I know you can
be broken and I'm going to enjoy making you my
number one kitten." she continued as she gently ran her
hand between Batgirl's legs.
"Tom! Tabby! Morris! Get in here!" the vixen
screamed. Three very muscular and well built
gentlemen wearing all black outfits and black ski masks
with their names sewn onto their chests came lumbering
out of the darkness.
"Pick up our little honey and take her to the cabin
before the chloroform wears off. I want her to wake up
with a surprise." Catwoman ordered. The three
henchmen eagerly picked up the bound babe and
carried her out into the midnight darkness.
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From: an210705@anon.penet.fi (Mr. X)
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Subject: Repost: Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 6 [bd,sex,nc]
Date: Sat, 10 Feb 1996 03:29:36 GMT
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Presenting Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 6
The light began to turn from a fuzzy ball into the light
from an over head lamp as the anesthetic slowly wore
off. Batgirl moaned slowly as she began to regain
consciousness. She felt like a patient in a hospital, the
scent of the ether still heavy on her breathe and her
body feeling dull and numb. She shook her head to wipe
away the cobwebs and tried to sit up. Instantly she
realized she was tied. Her hands were anchored
together at the wrists and to some kind of bed frame.
Her feet were apart and tied at the ankles to the base
board of a brass bed.
Looking about, she began to twist in panic. She had
been stripped but not just her suit. Her mask and wig
were also gone. Batgirl was no more and in her place,
only Barbara Gordon, librarian lay.
"HMMMMMMBLM!" she cried out from under her
gag. A silver, silk cloth was firmly tied around her
mouth, preventing her from crying for help. She scoured
the room and saw she was tied to a large, king sized
bed. The bed was in some kind of log cabin. She could
see moonlight peeking through a window over her head
as she tried to get an idea of where she was.
Suddenly a figure approached from a table across
the room. He was very handsome, with an actors strong
jaw and sexy hair. She could tell he was very well built
from the physique that penetrated his black suit. He sat
on the bed and looked Barbara over with eyes that
almost seemed to burn through her with expectation.
"I see you're awake." he said softly, cupping her face
in his large hand. "CATWOMAN!" he screamed.
Barbara seized in shock. "Catwoman, HERE!" she
thought. Their break up was less than cordial and she
remembered the feline's intense threat of absolute
revenge. As Catwoman and the other two men entered
the room, Barbara began to writhe about in panic,
knowing Catwoman's demented, sexual mentality.
"Oh dear GOD!" thought Barbara in horror as Catwoman ran her long
fingers slowly over her bare, soft vagina. Her hips rolled slowly
upward
and around as she tried to avoid the woman's tender touch.
"Perrrrfect, simply perrrrfect. You were always sooo sensitive."
growled the vixen as she leaned over and slowly pecked Batgirl's gag
where her lips would be. Batgirl was, of course, quite nervous at this
point. The cool night air, the kidnapping, the bondage and being so
helpless with no chance of escape was setting every nerve of her's on
fire with excitement. Knowing Catwoman, she knew she was really in for
some rough treatment. The worst part, however, was the fact that
Catwoman knew her sexually, including her fetishes and weaknesses.
"Let me introduce you to my new kittens. I decided to go all out
with
my new gang. Tom, why don't you introduce yourself to the young lady."
Catwoman said as she stepped aside and the huge henchman
approached. He pulled off his ski mask revealing a well defined,
surfer
looking face with blonde hair and deep brown skin. We was very
handsome, no, almost gorgeous. Babs had a hard time trying not to look
into his deep blue eyes and chiselled face. He then pulled of his
black
sweater to reveal his bare chest. Barbara just stared in amazement at
the man's rippling stomach muscles and huge, broad shoulders. He was
absolutely incredible.
He then slowly pulled off his black pants and boots, stripping
himself
down to nothing more than a tight fitting G-String. And tight it was
too.
His penis was incredibly large, almost monsterous as it buldged
outward
from under the thin piece of cloth. It hung firm and tight between his
legs
but it was not erect. It was like some huge snake, waiting to burst
out
and strike at its victim. Barbara instinctively rolled her thighs
inward and
turned her hips slightly away from him as he approached.
"They call me Tommy the Tommy Gun." he said as he sat down and
leaned over her with his broad chest and sleek, muscular arms. "I've
broken a lot of women before but never a super heroine. This oughta be
fun." he said staring deep into her eyes as he pressed his forehead to
hers. Babs, shut her eyes and squealed slightly as he got up and
walked
over to Catwoman who promptly wrapped her arms across his wide
shoulders and began kissing him.
"I'm Tabby but my stage name is Johny Logsplitter." said one of
the
other men as he approached the bound heroine. He had already stripped
himself down most of the way while Barbara watched Tommy and
Catwoman French kiss. He tossed his last garment to the floor and
stood
over the bed. He was almost the antithesis of Tom, having a body
builder's huge physique. He stood flexing his enormous arms and legs,
tightening every stomach, chest, arm and leg muscle as he stared down
at the gapping girl. He nearly resembled Fabio but had a meaner, more
sinister look to his eyes. Barbara moaned slightly and turned her head
as
she saw his crotch. His nickname was definitely true as she stared in
horror at his enormous cock. Tommy's was long and slender but his was
shorter and way fatter. It hung like an enormous piece of meat between
his super tight, muscular legs.
"You're definitely gonna feel me, BITCH." he said as he roughly
placed his huge hand on her bare pelvis and slid it around over her
lower tummy. "I like 'em wiggling and ripe." he said with an evil
smile.
The last henchman, Morris, pulled off his outfit and stood next
to the
bed. His physique was similar to Johny's except he was a huge, dark,
black man. His entire body was shaved, including his head, which was
absolutely bald. Even his legs were smooth and bare. He just grinned
softly as his huge black hand patted her jumpy, white thigh. "Nice
piece-
o-meat Bitch." he said in approval as he stepped away.
"These three gentlemen are all ex-porn stars that I managed to
bail
out of the drink. You should feel honored my dear. There are women
who dream of having men like this. And to think, you get to have all
three, AT ONCE!" she hissed. "Tabby, Morris, soften up our guest while
I get in the mood with Tom." she barked as she grabbed Tom and began
madly kissing him.
Barbara began to scream wildly as the two muscle bound men
approached and climbed on the bed. She pulled against her binds,
twisting and kicking about as they grew closer. Roughly they began to
put their huge hands on her bare, helpless body, stroking her, petting
her
thighs and hips as they gapped at the wiggling heroine before them.
Johny then reached up and pulled off her gag. Before she could
let
out a scream, he smothered her cry with a deep, heavy kiss. Babs
twisted her head from side to side as she tried to avoid his mouth but
he
clamped his hand under her chin and held her in place as he drew a
longer and longer kiss from her.
Her desperate coos and moans then turned to high shrieking as she
felt something long and wet between her legs. Morris's tongue slid
slowly
between her lips as he sucked and massaged her vagina and clitoris
with his mouth. He grabbed her full, round thighs with his enormous
arms and clamped her rolling hips down as he forced his mouth on her.
At the same time, Johny let go of her chin and cupped her left breast
with his hand. It was like a huge adult playing with a small doll as
he
cupped the relatively small breast and massaged it around in huge,
erotic circles.
She managed to twist her mouth free only to have him smile at her
with an arrogant grin. She gritted her teeth in panic as he moved down
over her chest and began cupping both breasts with his hands. Like a
kid
playing with cookie dough, he began to wildly squeeze her 36s, molding
them and teasing them with his well skilled hands. He then barreled
down on her and pulled her chest upward, forcing her ripe, erect
nipple
into his sucking mouth.
Barbara screamed in shock as he began to naw away on her bare
breast. The sensation of her nipple and tit being heavily sucked,
along
with Morris's intense blow job was sending wild ripples of sexual
sensation throughout Batgirl's tender body. These guys were
professionals and she knew she had to do something before it was too
late.
Then, like a pro, Johny rolled to one side of Barbara and moved
himself out of her line of sight. Morris sat up and inched his knees
under
her plump rear. With one hand, he held her right thigh from underneath
while he pulled down his g-string and pulled out his cock with the
other.
"OH DEAR GOD! NO! Catwoman NO!" screamed Barbara as she
began to twist about wildly. She watched in absolute horror as the
muscular, black man began stroking his enormous dick with his hand to
get it hard. It grew bigger and bigger, sending Barbara into an
absolute
frenzy. Johny worsened the situation by holding the struggling heroine
down and forcing her head forward so she would have to watch. Morris
then grabbed her thigh with his other hand and slowly moved his penis
forward.
"NO!"
"NO!!"
"NOOOOO!"
"AUUUGHH! GOD!"
Barbara screamed in panic as she saw the tip of his penis pass by
the mound of hair between her legs and felt it slowly part her
delicate
lips. Then, wailing and screaming, she gyrated her hips about
frantically
as the man's erection pushed its way deeper and deeper inside her. At
first the going was very hard. The heroine put up an enormous amount
of resistance but the super hard member pushed its way slowly past her
defiant vaginal muscles at it sent waves of wild, uncontrollable
sensations through Barbara's bare body. Barbara's screams were
absolutely deafening as Morris moved his way deeper. She was so tight,
so tender, so sensitive. He looked down and watched as his foot long
organ pushed its way, like a piston, toward its target, sinking deeper
and
deeper into her tiny pussy.
"UUUGH! AHHGGHH!! GET IT OUT! GET IT....
NNNGGGUUGGH!!"
Batgirl's hips thrust about wildly as his penis continued its
agonizing
journey. Every inch was a battle, every millimeter another erotic wave
of
dominating pleasure and pain. Her vagina lubricated like a broken
faucet
as the organ made its way toward her womb, disappearing bit by bit
inside the fiery heroine. She never knew she could quaff so much. Even
her vibrators at home weren't this big.
"UUUUGHH! Got to get free.... before I.... Can't let him take
ME!"
Batgirl thought as desperation flew through her mind.
She then began to pant an moan deeply as his hips finally pressed
against hers and he slid is buttocks down into her lap. He had finally
penetrated her all the way and now lay over her, his hips slowly
pumping
his huge organ in and out of her bound, defenseless body as she
wiggled slowly under his ominous form.
"UUGH! God this bitch is tight... so... fucking... TIGHT!." he
gasped
cringing his eyes as the woman's vagina squeezed down hard on his
member. "God, she's so... ugghghn!"
Barbara pushed her hips around as she clamped her muscles in a
vain attempt at slowing Morris's progress. This was a sad mistake,
however, as the added tightness only served to heighten the man's
already excited state. Like an animal, he began to heavily bang
Batgirl,
pushing his cock in and out of her with increasing frequency and
intensity.
"UUGH!"
"UUGH!"
"UUGH!"
"UUGH!"
Moaning with each violent thrust, the wave of sexual excitement
began to build deep inside her. As her body was pounded by this huge
man, Johny leaned back in and began again to suck and massage her
tits. This time, however, he was much more ferocious, groping and
squeezing her relentlessly as his mouth sucked hard and deep on her
delicate breasts.
Faster and faster Morris pumped. Batgirl's body was slamming
about
violently now as the ex-porn star continued to quicken his pace. This
wasn't just some sexual flaunt with Catwoman. She was being raped,
viciously raped, and she was powerless to stop it. This was something
she had dreaded when she became a crime fighter. Being beaten up by
criminals was one thing but she was being taken, raped against her
will
by Catwoman's thugs. Being so helpless at the hands of her captors
made her cry in terror. Selena had promised her revenge and now she
fulfilling her threat.
"Fuck her HARDER! Bang HER!" coaxed Johny as he cheered his
buddy on.
"You fucking BITCH!" screamed Morris as he forcefully slammed his
way harder and deeper into her. Batgirl continued to pant and scream
in
sexual agony and fear as his thrusts drove her higher and higher. His
cock was so huge, she was so helpless. Together, the sensations sent
her spiraling upward as the relentless pumping continued.
Then, the heroine's hips exploded upward, tightening with every
muscle in her body. At this point, Morris began thrusting inward,
twisting
his pelvis around and forcing his pelvis bone against her surging
clitoris
as he devilishly sent incredible waves of sensations shooting through
her. Her teeth gritted. Her breathing stopped. Her eyes clenched shut
as
the climatic wave built inside her. Its pressure grew, expanding past
her
will, past her control. She was like an ant at the foot of a huge
tsunami.
So weak, so powerless. Every nerve, every muscle began to explode
with excitement. Then...
"AAAAAAUAUUAUUAUAUAUUUUGHGHGHGHGGH!!!!!"
Her scream was that of utter sexual domination. Like the death
throws of some wild animal, Batgirl bucked and thrust about horribly
as
the overpowering climax sent her spiraling down in defeat. At that
moment, Morris grabbed the girl's ripe ass and squeezed it hard as he
tightened his body. Gritting and hissing he shook and thrust as his
climax overwhelmed him.
"SHSSSSSSSHHHHHHHIIIIITTTTTT!!!!!"
He screamed as he exploded inside his victim. His pelvis
continued
to pump away slow and deep as he discharged heavily inside the young
heroine. Batgirl was now panting and moaning loudly as the first rape
tore her mind and body apart. Her rest was only momentary, however,
as Johny's words shattered her serenity and made her freeze in shock.
"Its my turn now." he said as he let Morris slowly retract his
soaking
penis and he moved into place.
* * *
The bedroom door burst open and the three women carried Wonder
Woman under their arms and into the room. Wonder Woman had
revived from the ether and was busy struggling against her bonds and
her captors. They carried her gyrating body across the room and tossed
her haphazardly on the bed. Then with a flurry, the three women
secured
Diana to the bed. They untied her legs and resecured each limb to a
separate bed post with a pair of extended chain handcuffs. Her hands
were untied from around her waist and her bound arms were swung up
over her head and tied to the headboard. The three ladies then climbed
off the bed and stood as they watched Wonder Woman twist about
erotically on the bed in a vain attempt at freeing herself.
The female hoodlums stood for a short while admiring their handy
work. Then, with a girlish giggle, they began to strip. All three
ladies
removed their outfits and laughed as they watched Diana's reaction.
Diana was unsure of what was to come. She thought they were just
going to leave her bound and gagged on the bed like all the villains
did
but the three naked approaching women told her otherwise.
The three vixens began to moan and sigh heavily now as they
started
moving closer toward the now twisting Wonder Woman. There hands
started sliding forcefully over her body, groping and massaging her
breasts and legs as the three nymphs started to moan louder and
louder.
Tarra then reached up and removed Diana's gag. The heroine let out a
snarl of fiery resistance.
"How DARE YOU! I demand to be released at ONCE! You women
are all sick, I can help you if you just let me go." Wonder Woman
stated
arrogantly as she tried her usually rhetoric on the three
villainesses.
BLAMM!
"Ah shut up ya CUNT!" screamed Tasha as she punched Wonder
Woman across the face.
"Yeah, you bitch. Shut the fuck UP!" Yumi screamed sending her
fist
hard into Wonder Woman's muscular stomach.
The two women then began smacking and slapping the heroine in a
horrific frenzy. Wave after wave of punches rained down on the prone
and helpless avenger as the two vixens relentlessly beat her.
"You think you're so hot with these tits! Well, take THIS!"
screamed
Tasha as she punched her fist as hard as she could square into Diana's
left breast. Diana's breasts were very firm and hard. Even after 5 or
6
blows, Tasha was only able to sink her fist in halfway to her wrist.
Yumi then straddled the amazon and began smacking the woman
across the face like some wild slapping machine, alternating hands as
she sent the heroine's head back and forth. Diana looked like a
spectator
at a tennis match as her head rocked from side to side. Her brunette
hair
sprayed about angrily like sloshing, black paint in a rocking bucket.
The two women then sat back and stood over the panting and now
stunned amazon. "That should shut your mouth!" smugly barked Yumi
as she spit on the moaning heroine. She then leaned into Diana and
grabbed her heaving tits.
"UUUGH! No... more..." moaned Wonder Woman. "Can't you see
you all need psychiatric help. Please let me help you..." The avenger
pleaded half-groggily.
"I know, that rope of hers. Get it." Tarra ordered. Yumi got up
and
quickly returned with the golden lasso. Tarra grabbed the rope and
wrapped it around Diana's waist. The overwhelming sensation of the
magical item sent her body rolling up and around as her mind was taken
over by the lasso's effects.
"Now, from what I understand, you have to obey us and do what we
tell you." asked Tarra as she held the rope tight around Diana's
waist.
"Ye...yes... I must obey...." stammered the avenger as the words
were forced from her.
"Good, first, no more speeches! COMPRENDEE!" screamed Tarra
between her teeth.
"Yes..."
"Yes what!.."
"Yes.....mistress." replied Wonder Woman.
"Now shut up until we tell you to talk."
"I can't believe we fucking have Wonder Woman!" gasped Yumi as
she softly groped Diana's 40 DD breasts.
"Yeh! And that's gotta be worth something." said Tarra as she
looked
at the other three women and began to smile as a wicked thought came
to mind. "I'll be right back." she said with a giddy chuckle as she
quickly
strutted out of the room. Moments later, she arrived with a tripod and
video camera.
"OOOO! Yes!" exclaimed Tasha as she got up and helped set up the
AV equipment. "Do you know what a movie about Wonder Woman
being GANG BANGED would be worth, especially by three babes like
US!" Tarra said laughing as she turned the camera on.
"Dear Hera! YOU CAN'T" screamed Wonder Woman as she saw the
little red light come on.
"Villains aren't supposed to do this." Diana thought. "They just
tie you
up and tell you their plans. THIS ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" she
thought in terror.
"No... UUMMPH!... NO!" cried Diana as the women started again to
grope her. Her enormous breasts sloshed about uncontrollably as the
three women's' hands caressed and stroked her naked body. They were
growing more turned on by the second and Diana began to grit her teeth
in panic at their obviously growing passion.
"Oh God!" screamed Tasha as she leaned in and started kissing
Diana's upper chest and face wildly. The three began going crazy,
kissing and massaging Wonder Woman like a pack of animals in a
feeding frenzy.
"Oh you Bitch!" screamed Tasha. "OOOHHHH!!" she screamed
again as she masturbated herself while she stroked Diana. Then, like a
wild woman, she swung her leg over Diana's chest and straddle Diana's
face with her thighs and hips.
"Suck me you Bitch! Suck ME!" she screamed as she grabbed Diana
hard by her hair and slid her vagina down over the amazon's gasping,
horrified face. Wonder Woman surged and rolled about as Tasha began
thrusting her hips back and forth, wiping her vagina over Diana's
beautiful face and forcing the heroine's mouth into her wet, dripping
cunt. As she did this, Tasha started masturbating herself, rubbing her
own clitoris and massaging her own breasts as she forced herself on
Diana. The lasso compelled Diana to obey and the amazon began to lick
the woman's pussy as she was forced to pleasure her rapist.
"HUMMMBBLLLM! NNNNGHMM! NNNMMBBLM!" Diana screamed
in shock and disgust as the nymph's heavily lubricating vagina was
forcefully wiped across her face and mouth. Diana's body continued to
surge about, clenching and pulling at her reins as she fought to
resist the
disgusting act.
With a loud slap, Yumi whacked her hand across Diana's left
breast
sending a jello like wave rippling through the enormous mammary. Then
with animalistic ferocity, Yumi grabbed both breasts with each hand
and
squeezed them hard, long and mercilessly like a child plowing her
hands
into two piles of soft, wet clay. With utter abandonment, Yumi began
massaging the enormous tits, sculpting them into plump, erotic canyons
of mountainous flesh as she pushed the large breasts about. First
apart,
then together, then forward against Tasha's ass. Round and round her
hands went sloshing the avenger's breasts like huge slabs of jello.
Then,
like a hungry vampire, she dove in and sucked Diana's bare, ripe
nipple
deep into her mouth. With an angry bite she began sucking wildly on
the
defenseless tit in some vain attempt at milking it dry.
Diana's chest rolled and twisted wildly as her breasts were
accosted.
The pain, the sensations, the brutality were sending waves of shear
panic through Wonder Woman's mind and she began struggling violently
to get free, knowing that something worse was yet to come.
No sooner had the thought entered her mind than Tarra began
sliding
her hand along the inside if Diana's thigh. "Oh you're such a hot
Bitch
aren't you!" said Tarra teasingly. Then, with a vulgar sweep, she slid
her
hand over Diana's shaven, bare vagina and ran her long fingers between
the avengers lips. "So hot and so Fucking WET!" she screamed as she
began wildly rubbing her hands all over Diana's cunt.
Wonder Woman let out a ferocious scream as she felt her crotch
being violated. Her hips bucked about wildly as the woman's brutality
and forcefulness sent chills and waves of uncontrollable eroticism
through the amazon's panicked mind. So helpless, so out of control.
She was being raped. RAPED! This can't happen. Her mind raced with
these thoughts and the horror and totality of her predicament grew
more
intense with each moment.
"Oh Yes, That's it Bitch! MMMMMMGGGLM!" Tarra leaned in and
began blowing Diana's gyrating pussy, driving the amazon wild with
fear
and sexual sensation. Her mouth plowed deep and mercilessly into
Diana, her lips sucking and oscillating like someone sucking spilled
milk
off a table top. Diana's moans and screams of defiance continued
sounding out from under the frantically thrusting brunette as Diana's
vagina was viciously violated by this woman's devilish mouth.
Tasha continued sliding herself over Diana's face, pulling
Diana's hair
as she rode the buxom avenger like a rodeo cowboy breaking a wild
filly.
The sensations pounded into her by her three rapists were driving
Diana
mad causing the woman to cry out uncontrollably from under Tasha. "Oh
Dear HERA! No... NOT THIS!... NOT THIS!" she screamed in a muffled
voice that was drowned out by the young girl's soaking wet cunt.
Yumi sucked hard and pulled her head upward as she stretched the
large fleshy mass of Diana's right breast as hard as she could. With
both
hands she clamped down on the gland and squeezed it as though she
were trying to force the last drop of toothpaste out of its tube.
Then,
violently, she plowed her face back down into Diana's surging chest,
burying her cheeks into the center of the huge tit. She then rose up
and
grabbed the two tits with each hand and started giving them another
violent round of intense massaging.
With her fingers, Tarra began feverishly teasing and pinching
Diana's
exposed clitoris. Her fingers pressed and pulled, flicked and rubbed
sending Wonder Woman's hips pounding about and twisting from side to
side like a fish flopping on a dry beach. Diana was frantic now and
her
body was violently squirming about and gyrating as the vicious and
merciless gang rape continued.
"Oh I bet you want some more don't you. I bet you're a big,
naughty
slut?" teased Tarra as she let up slightly and reached over to the
side of
the bed. From a bag, she pulled out a long red vibrator and held it
ominously over Wonder Woman's thrusting hips. "I bet you love doing
this dirty shit don't you?" she said petting Diana's pussy like it was
some
whimpering dog. "Do you want a little of this? HUUHH? Do you want
THIS?!" she said with a sarcastic force as she callously pushed the
dildo
into the unsuspecting heroine.
Diana froze in shear terror, knowing instantly what the crude
implement was that was being forced upon her. She tightened up and
surged upward as she fought to resist its advance. Tarra continued to
push hard, inching it slowly and deeply into Wonder Woman's tight,
defiant pussy. With her tongue, Tarra licked and teased Wonder
Woman's protruding clitoris, forcing the avenger to loose control of
her
vaginal muscles and weakening her already depleted resistance. The
dildo moved ever deeper, making Diana moan and roll about in shear
sexual agony.
Then, with a deep, heavy "UUUUUUUUUGHHH!" Wonder Woman's
hips collapsed to the bed as the implement reached its deepest
insertion. Instantly she began writhing and bucking about like a wild,
trapped animal. She was frantic, desperate and the three ladies knew
it.
Violently, wildly she tossed and turned trying to fight for freedom.
Tasha had to grab Diana with both hands, almost being thrown off
the wild filly by the avengers tantrum of desperation. Yumi bore down
on
the heroine as well, clamping her arm around Diana's full chest as she
increased her sucking to a vicious, merciless pace.
Tarra pulled the vibrator back hard and the tightness caused it
to
come back slowly. Then, with an intense effort she forced it back in,
then
back out, then back in. Over and over she plunged it in and out of
Diana's defenseless vagina. Like a piston, the vibrator pumped Wonder
Woman higher and higher towards uncontrollable sexual devastation.
"You ARE a naughty BITCH aren't YOU!" screamed Tasha as she
slapped Diana's stomach as hard as she could and continued pumping
the vibrator in and out of the heroine. "Tell me you're a bad girl.
Tell me
you need to be FUCKED. I order you!"
"I.... I'm a ... bad girl! Sooo bad. I need to be fucked. Teach
me a
lesson. FUCK MEEE!" Diana cried out from under Tasha's impending
pussy. The order to say those things sent Wonder Woman into a spiral
of total humiliation. To have to beg to be raped by your enemy, this
was
humiliating.
"Oh Yes, so BAD!" agreed Yumi as she switched breasts and started
in on the other one.
"SUCK ME CUNT! SUCK ME!" screamed Tasha again and again as
Diana's forced oral sex brought the young girl ever closer to climax.
Then, like a crazy woman, Tasha grabbed Diana with both hands and
shook the avenger's head frantically. "LICK ME CLEAN! LICK IT! LICK
IT BITCH!" she ordered forcing Diana's mouth even deeper into her.
Diana was compelled to obey and increased her licking, sucking and
swallowing of the girl's juices as she was taken.
"Oh you're so BIG! Look how big that cunt is!" Tarra teased as
she
began twisting and rotating the vibrator in ever widening circles
inside
Diana's vagina. The amazon began wailing in sensation as the woman
viciously bent and deformed the dildo inside her. "Oh yeah, so big. I
bet
I could fit two of these in there." she added. No sooner had the words
hit
Diana's ears than the second dildo began tunneling its way underneath
the first.
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Presenting Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 6
Wonder Woman went absolutely insane. Her hips started convulsing
wildly, pounding the king sized bed with each violent thrust. The
whole
bed shook and rocked as the amazon princess was deeply and horribly
penetrated by the two vibrators. At this point Diana's muffled screams
turned to crying wails of desperate agony. The sensations were too
much, too overpowering. She was so helpless at the hands of such
uncontrollable sexual violence. They were raping her. Pounding her.
Tearing away every part of her decency and dignity. Crying and scream
she fought to resist what she could never hope to abate.
The climatic wave soared higher and higher as she tightened like
a
swelling balloon. The three nymphs knew victory was growing near and
stepped up their brutal onslaught. Squeezing, pinching, teasing,
masturbating; every part, every erotic nerve was stimulated beyond
comprehension. Diana Prince surged upward one last time in a final
death throw of sexual defiance.
"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!! UUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
The scream would have echoed throughout the island but, the cabin
they were in was well isolated. Wonder Woman's violent rape went
unheard and unnoticed by the remaining guests. All alone, Diana was
trapped in a living hell and she was absolutely powerless to stop her
violation.
The three nymph's didn't stop, however. With callous disregard
they
continued their ruthless onslaught of Wonder Woman's virtue. No time
to think, no time to catch her breathe, Diana screamed in shear
terror.
"HERA, NO! ... Multiple orgas....UUUGHHH!!" Her fear was realized as
the constant sexual attacks forced another and another and yet another
climax from the costumed avenger. For what seemed like an eternity,
Diana's firm, muscular body soared and stiffened, bursting with wave
after wave of overwhelming sexual bliss.
Diana's hips then collapsed in utter defeat as the women
continued
accosting the amazon with total abandonment. Tasha, growing near,
stepped up her strokes, sliding her cunt harder and harder over
Diana's
mouth and face. Then, seizing up, Tasha rose slightly and began
masturbating herself as her body tightened.
"AAAAAAGHGHHG!!!"
The girl screamed wildly as she climaxed long and deep. Her body
convulsed as the orgasm claimed her and she began thrusting her
vaginal muscles in reaction. A thick stream of female cum oozed out
into Diana's mouth and into her face as the young girl began
lubricating
uncontrollably. She then slid her cunt back down onto Diana's face and
began wiping her juices all over the amazon. "Lick me clean. Swallow
it
all." gasped Tasha as she sprayed herself on Diana. The amazon
obeyed, licking and swallowing the girl's discharge without
hesitation.
"Let me try." cried Yumi as she pulled the dazed brunette off of
Diana
and slid into her place. Diana, realizing a new girl was over her
began to
thrash her head about again trying to resist Yumi's black hared
vagina.
This was absolutely futile, however, as the young minx easily slid her
crotch into place and began forcing Diana to perform the same horrid
act
on her.
"Did you like that hoar? I bet that took the spunk out of you."
Tarra
said as she pulled out the two vibrators and began licking them clean
like a little girl sucking on a ice-pop. Then, with her right hand,
she
plunged all four fingers into Diana's soar, swollen pussy and slid her
hand about like she was molding the inside of a soft, clay pot. In
huge,
circular motions, she reamed Diana's vagina with her hand, sliding it
around the inside of her cunt like it was a vase. "OH YES, You're a
fucking naughty BITCH! You like being fucked by big things. That's why
your cunt is so BIG!" she continued taunting Diana with as much crude
language as she could.
Diana surged and writhed about in shear agony as the woman
continued her brutal, finger exploration. "How's about this for size
CUNT!" Tarra screamed as she withdrew her hand and pushed her fist
into the frantic amazon. Using her knuckles and twisting her wrist,
Tarra
began burrowing her hand into Diana's much too small vagina. Wonder
Woman retaliated by convulsing uncontrollable in a wild display of
desperate resistance. Both Tarra and Yumi had to clamp their bodies
down onto the violently bucking heroine to slow her struggling. The
amazon's screams turned into crying sobs and wailing moans as the
young girl mercilessly penetrated Diana with her twisting fist. Her
hand
didn't go in all the way. Instead, her knuckles rode around between
Wonder Woman's lips as the girl twisted and rotated her fist trying to
burrow it deeper into the frantic amazon.
As the two women continued raping Wonder Woman, Tasha
staggered over to a dresser and pulled out a special leather belt. The
belt was the harness for a strap on dildo and she wasted no time
affixing
the biggest dildo she could find to the front. The belt also had a
brace
that attached to another didlo that she slid inside herself. As the
mounted one moved, her dildo would move as well, echoing the motions
of the first. She mounted the belt and walked back toward the mountain
of women on the bed. She tapped Tarra on the shoulders and the blonde
moved aside.
Grabbing Diana's knees, she pushed the amazon's long legs forward
until her thighs were perpendicular with her pelvis. Tasha then hung
Diana's knees over her shoulders and slid her vibrator toward its
target.
With a few positioning shifts of her hips, Tasha aimed her weapon
and...
"NNNNNNNNGGHHHUUUUGHH!!"
Wonder Woman exploded upward as the head of the dildo punched
its way past her sore and swollen lips and deep into her aching cunt.
For
several seconds Tasha twisted and turned her hips as she brutal sent
the
dominating toy deeper toward its ripe target. After about a minute of
agonizing penetration, Tasha's hips met Diana's jiggling buttocks as
the
dildo was fully inserted inside the amazon.
The three women then went to town. Yumi continued riding Wonder
Woman's face, forcing her to lick and suck while Tarra grabbed the
princess's huge mammaries and feasted on her enormous endowment.
Tasha was merciless as she twisted and shoved, pumped and pushed.
The amazon's hip reactions sent erotic waves through her dildo, into
the
belt and into the dildo inside Tasha. The three women and the super
heroine formed a mountainous mass of erotic female flesh as Wonder
Woman's brutally gang banged body surged about helplessly under the
vixens' hellish onslaught. Then with another lunge of desperation,
Diana's hips shot upward and collapsed in another horrific series of
climaxes.
Seeing Tasha, Tarra got up and grabbed a belt for herself. "Lets
give
her our specialty." grinned Tasha as she helped Tarra with her strap
on.
"Yes, the bitch tamer." Tarra grinned giving Tasha a wet, French kiss.
Yumi screamed wildly as she too climaxed over Diana. She
dismounted and the three women sat on the bed watching the buxom
heroine moaning and groaning from the horribly devastating experience.
Uncuffing her feet, Tasha remove Diana's leg cuffs and the three women
turned Wonder Woman on her stomach. As they did this, Tarra slid
along side Diana and let the two girls roll the amazon over on top of
her.
Diana now lay on her stomach draped over Tarra, her arms tied and
stretched out over her head and her legs laying lifeless to either
side of
Tarra's hips. Diana's eyes were heavy and foggy and she stared down in
a glassy haze at Tarra with her mouth hanging open dull and wide as
she gasped slowly. Tarra grabbed Diana by the back of the head and
began French kissing the woman madly.
"Poor, sweet Wonder Woman. Farewell" softly whispered Tarra in
Diana's ear. At that moment, Yumi grabbed Tarra's mounted dildo and
helped guide it into Diana's bare vagina. Wonder Woman reeled her
head back as the fat implement penetrated her and pushed its way ever
deeper inside her. Tarra grabbed the writhing heroine by her full,
plump
ass and cupped each buttock as she pushed her didlo in and out of
Wonder Woman.
At that moment, the giddy brunette slapped Diana's jiggling ass
and
slid herself between the avenger's legs. Using her hands to part the
amazon's large cheeks, she carefully aimed her devastating toy and
plunged it hard into Diana's unsuspecting anus.
"UUUUGH! NO! HERA, Get it OUT! GET IT OUT! STOP!....." Diana
screamed feverishly as Tasha pushed the dildo slowly past her defiant
anal muscles and deeper into her ass. Diana twisted wildly as she
tried
to escape the penetration. As she raised her hips, Tasha pushed her
rear
back down with increasing pressure from the dildo. Wonder Woman was
nothing more than a flailing, helpless piece of she-meat in a diabolic
lesbian sandwich of sexual torture and her struggling only added to
everyone's sexual excitement. (I can't believe I just wrote that :))
The three women and the heroine began wrestling each other as
Diana tried to free herself and her tormentors tried to keep her in
place.
Diana panted and breathed like a chugging steam train as both women
continued pounding her down. Then, suddenly, Tasha's body jerked
downward as her hips dropped several inches. Tasha's dildo had
succeeded in overcoming the avenger's resistance and it sank fast and
deep into the mountainous rear. Wonder Woman's head shot straight up
and her eyes bulged out in an unholy expression of absolute, sensual
overload as the dildo slipped inside. No scream, no shriek, no cry for
help. Her teeth clenched and her body shook as she lost all control of
her mind and her body. The climax was horrendous. It blasted through
her like a hurricane in a wind tunnel and the light faded from her
sight as
she passed out from the devastation.
* * *
"GGLLMM...NOO!!!" screamed Batgirl.
The king sized bed was shaking violently now as all three men
enjoyed their captured prize. Johny was on his back, his huge arms
clapped around Batgirl's reddened, tender breasts and using them to
pin
her. Johny's enormous cock was slowly burrowing its way deep into
Barbara's anus as the young heroine tried to wiggle her hips free.
Tommy was on top of the struggling heroine, his penis slowly pushing
its
was deep into her sore vagina as he mounted her rolling hips from on
top. Morris was kneeling over Batgirl's face. His hands clamping her
head still as his cock moved past her lips and down her rasping
throat.
"MMMM... I just love it when you're penetrated." teased Catwoman
as she sat on the bed and watch the erotic spectacle. "I want you
gentlemen to all climax at once. She needs to be fucked good and I
want every part of her inseminated." purred Catwoman as she started to
slowly masturbate herself. The villainess had stripped herself and was
now completely naked as she sat entertaining herself on the bed.
"OH GOD... NO! NO!... GOD..." Barbara cried out in her thoughts
as
the enormous men moved deeper inside her plucky, little body. Each
cock sank deeper and deeper, disappearing slowly into their respective
orifices. The men were grimacing in pain as their members were
squeezed so tightly into the young girl's tight body.
It took nearly 10 minutes of agonizing penetration before the
three
studs were completely inside Batgirl. Then the pumping began. Brutal,
intense, relentless and merciless. The poor girl's body was nothing
but a
fragile doll at the hands of three huge gorillas as she was gang
banged.
Her legs flailed about, her body twisted in terror. Three enormous
cocks
so deep inside her. She was absolutely helpless and wild sexual
sensations raced through her erotically tortured mind, blotting out
all
possible coherent thought.
The three then began to seize. There massive, muscular bodies
tightened and shook as they grew closer toward the devastating climax.
Batgirl was beyond climaxing. Her body was in a constant state of
climaxing as wave after wave of multiple orgasms continued to tear her
will violently apart. Her body was nothing more than a bucking,
convulsing female form as the men's insertions continued to blast her
down.
After another few minutes, the gang tightened ever upward,
pushing
Barbara's flailing body along with the unified orgasm. She screamed,
she cried, she groped and clawed. Nothing could stop them, nothing
could save her....
"AAAGHHGGGHGHGHG!!!"
"NNNNGHGHGHGH!!!!!!"
"GGGAAWWWWWWGGHHHH!!!"
All three rapists exploded at once causing them to pump away
madly
into the heroine's taken body. They grabbed and pinned her struggling
form as they pumped and forced every drop of their unwelcome
manhood deep into her helpless anus, vagina and mouth. For several
agonizing minutes, all Barbara could do was thrash about slowly as she
was forced to swallow huge amounts of Morris's discharge. The semi-
white fluid came out between her soft, red lips and trickled slowly
down
her chin and over her cheeks. The other two men were deeply coming
as well. Her anus began to ooze cum as Johny's cock filled her ass
with
his fluid. Tommy's discharge pumped deep into Barbara's unprotected
womb and her brown muff became soaked with sweat, lubricant and
cum. The three enjoyed their rape-fest, wildly banging Batgirl as the
finished their climax.
After about 10 minutes, the three moved aside and let Catwoman
in.
The vixen had put on a belt with a strap on dildo and she slid her
legs
between Barbara's as she moved in on top of the panting heroine.
"UUGH! NO... God No.. please, I beg you... Stop pleeeeaassseee.."
Barbara cried, her tears streaming down her face as her beaten and
raped body lay helpless under Catwoman's sexually turned on form.
"Not on your life sweat cheeks. You left me. Nobody does that.
Hssssss." The cat hissed as she moved the fat dildo into place an
plunged it into Barbara's soar and widened cunt. Batgirl's head rolled
back in sexual agony as she was again penetrated. The fiery cat
twisted
and pushed her implement forward, relentlessly pounding it deep into
Batgirl's pussy.
As she did this, Catwoman began to pant wildly in erotic
pleasure.
She was raping her ex-lover and her nemesis, she was taking the
woman that had scorned her. A woman that was an icon, a symbol of
purity and decency. Dominating, relentlessly dominating the only woman
that had ever beaten her. This bitch had to be taught a lesson and
Catwoman was nearly frantic from sexual bliss knowing she was finally
going to put the great Batgirl in her place, once and for all.
Both women were panting and screaming wildly as their female
union
continued to grow closer and closer. Batgirl was utterly devastated.
This
woman loved her, cared for her and now this feline vixen was brutally
raping her. It wasn't a matter of love or relationships anymore, this
villainess was out to totally and horrificly dominate Batgirl and the
avenger now knew the line had been crossed. Catwoman had turned
back into the old enemy she had fought so many times before. This
time, the horror of being totally dominated removed any thought she
had
that she would get a chance to face her ex-lover again as heroine and
villainess. She was losing. BADLY.
Yumi was now on top of Wonder Woman, riding the frantic brunette
as she plunged her strap on dildo in and out of the restrained amazon.
Diana continued to shriek and cry out as the Asian pounded her will
away. For some reason Tarra and Tasha had left Yumi to alone
entertain Diana, saying they would be back. The heroine had tried
several times to escape but her hands were bound too tightly and the
effects of the orgasma beam, the anesthetics and being raped had taken
much of her energy.
Suddenly, the door to the cabin opened and a group of women
entered. Tarra and Tasha walked in escorted by... "HERA! NO!" gasped
Wonder Woman as Victoria Madison and her two cohorts Nic and Nac
arrogantly entered the room.
"Well, I had to see it to believe it. The great Wonder Woman, all
truss up like a sausage." grinned Victoria as she sat on the bed and
grabbed Diana hard by the chin. "You and your little friend Bat-cunt
thought you were cute doing those things to me. Well, its payback time
BITCH!... Hey wait a minute!" she growled looking back at Tarra with a
suspect expression.
"What is this! This ain't Wonder Woman. Its that busy-body Diana
Prince." she hissed pushing Diana head to one side. Suddenly, a wave
of silence washed over the room as all six women stared at each other
with growing expressions of realization. Like cash registers they all
rang
up $ALE at the same time.
"NO!.... UUUGH! NO!" Diana screamed as the six women loomed
over her.
"Well, well. We now know the great Wonder Woman's secret
identity." gasped Tarra clapping her hands in absolute joy. "Its party
TIME!" she screamed. With that, all six women piled on top of the now
frantically screaming heroine and started again to pulverize her
virtue
straight to the bottom of her already humiliated soul.
* * *
Batgirl screamed again and again. She came. She exploded. She
burst from shear sexual agony. Catwoman screamed with her, slamming
her wide hips hard and deep into the young heroine's already tortured
lap. The vixen was relentless, uncaring, cold and brutal. She was a
true
she-cat in every sense of the word and the scratches across Batgirl's
chest, legs and face proved it.
Then, with one last forceful plunge, Selena nearly lifted Batgirl
off the
bed as both women soared toward overwhelming bliss. Barbara's tear
stained eyes shot open, her fists clenched in agony so hard her nails
drove themselves into her palms. Her body seized like a cattle-prodded
heifer, then, she exploded like a cannon. She collapsed without a
sound
to the bed, her glaring eyes slowly closing as the climax sucked away
the last of her resistance.
Catwoman panted and huffed as she leaned back and grabbed
Batgirl's chin with her hand. Running her index finger over the young
girl's wet, cum stained lips, she sprouted a devious smile.
"She's mine. MINE! The great Batgirl has finally been DEFEATED!"
Catwoman screamed jumping off the bed and throwing her arms around
her male kittens. "Quick boys, before she comes out of it, fuck her
till
you're dry!"
With that order, the three hulks climbed back onto the bed and
began
again to gang bang the now delirious and dominated avenger.
* * *
"Quick, bring it over here. Put it on the bed between her legs."
order
Victoria as Nic walked in with a black, box. She set the
Black-n-Decker
paint sprayer box on the bed and the two women proceeded to open it
and put it together.
It had been nearly three horrific hours since Victoria showed up.
Diana lay bruised, beaten and utterly devastated on the bed, tied
spread
eagle and gagged with somebody's long ago discarded underpants. Her
lasso still kept her in check and a small part of her wished she had
burned the damn thing years ago. The other women had satiated
themselves and had set about drinking wine, tequila or anything else
they could find in the liquor cabinet. Victoria had other plans,
however,
plans that involved lots of revenge.
Nic had put the paint sprayer's pump together and she callously
chucked the sprayer off to the other side of the room. The pump was
all
they wanted. Taking the hose, which was about an inch in diameter,
Victoria pushed it hard and deep into Diana's immensely sore vagina.
After pushing it a few inches inside, she gave Diana a small love tap
on
the belly and looked up at the slightly panicked avenger.
Diana's tears had all but soaked her face. Her hair was greasy
and
slick from the huge amounts of female lubricant that was spread over
her face and head from the hours of forced oral sex she was compelled
to perform by her lasso. Her breasts were puffy and lifeless. They lay
beaten and pounded like two over kneaded lumps of dough on her
bruised and scratched chest. Her stomach, arms, chest and legs were
covered with lumps and bruises from the hours of gang raping. Her
vagina was dripping and now lay with a long, clear plastic tube
running
deep inside. The worst part was her rear. She had been brutally back
holed. Her anus had been stretched and spread by every conceivable
implement the women could find. She had never been widened so badly
and the curled opening lay spread and oozing with female lubricant.
"What shall we try first?" asked Victoria of Nic like she was a
bimbo
cheerleader. "I know, how about some pudding?" replied Nic. "MMMM
Yummy." said Victoria with a sarcastic smile as she got up, rubbed her
tummy teasingly and smiled at Diana as she went into the kitchen.
"Everyone loves Jello." She quickly appeared with several six pack
tubettes of Jello pudding. Both women started opening the containers
and scooping their contents into the pump's paint reservoir.
Diana watch in horror and began to slowly slid her legs around in
an
absolute vain attempt at escaping as she watched the two fill the
reservoir.
"Here we go." grinned Victoria as she flipped on the switched and
watched the machine. The pump hummed like a huge fish tank, air
pump sending tiny vibrations through the bed as it slowly chugged away
at the pudding. Then, the clear plastic tube began to slowly fill with
the
brown fluid. The fluid rose slowly through the tube toward Diana,
twisting
and twirling along its path like a super slow roller coaster. Diana
began
to panic, twisting her head from side to side as her dark, sunken eyes
stared in desperation at the pudding's approach. Then, with a slight
gasp
from the amazon, Wonder Woman watched in terror as the fluid reached
her and disappeared inside.
Suddenly, Diana began to surge and roll her hips around slowly.
The
pudding just kept coming. The pump pushed more and more of the
brown goo inside her but where was it going? Diana then felt herself
getting cold. The pudding had been refrigerated and it was send
incredibly odd chills through her from inside.
"My, you're deep." teased Victoria as both women emptied more and
more of the pudding packets into the pump. After two minutes of slow
pumping, a small flood of warm, brown goo poured like a river in slow
motion from around the tube.
"My God....That was 8 tubs. Enough servings for an entire
family."
sarcastically teased Victoria as she watched Diana ooze out onto the
bed. "Now what?"
"Milk! Milk goes great with pudding." Nic said getting up and
racing
for the kitchen. She returned with a gallon of Vitamin D. Diana stared
at
the jug and shook her head violently "NO!". Nic started to poor the
milk.
* * *
The sound of zippers being pulled shut echoed through the cabin
as
Catwoman finished pulling up the last large ring on Batgirl's new
suit.
Batgirl was zipped into a huge, black vinyl body glove. The suit
hugged
her like a super tight second skin and she resembled a black statue on
top of a trophy, the kind with the legs and arms molded together into
one
curvaceous, female mass. Her arms were well clamped to her sides and
her breasts made noticeable mountains with tiny, nipple peaks in the
suit. It completely covered her, including her head, face and hair.
The
only hole was a small slit for her nose so she could breathe, which
she
was now doing quite heavily. Her mouth was securely gagged under the
suit with a wide swath of duct tape.
The three now dressed henchmen picked up the lifeless heroine and
carried her to the middle of the floor. The furniture and rugs had
been
moved to one side and a green, plastic tarp had been rolled out on the
floor. It nearly covered the floor and was absolutely soaked with dish
detergent. They tossed the avenger on the tarp letting her body slide
about in the soap. Batgirl moaned deeply and slowly as she began to
twist around.
"I see you're not dead yet." chortled Catwoman as she sat on the
corner of a table, crossed her legs and filed her nails. "Well that's
good
because I've got something extra special for you. This is so sick, I
haven't even tried this." she smiled as she blew off the nail debris
and
looked down at the mass of heroine on the floor.
"If you haven't noticed by now, and I seriously doubt you haven't
noticed, I've inserted a special vibrator in your pussy. Its like any
other
vibrator, seeing how it runs on electricity but, oh dear, there are no
batteries." Catwoman said sarcastically as she shook her head and
made a "nt nt nt nt" sound.
"Instead, your new suit, which I must say fits you quite well, is
lined
with a net of tiny wires sewn inside. Through induction they will
power
your new companion. Now, where might the electricity come from?"
Catwoman asked as she rolled her eyes around in an over acting motion
and shrugged her shoulders. "Could it be from hmmm... maybe...
hmmmm... THESE POWER CORDS FROM A WALL OUTLET!" she
barked in her best church lady imitation.
Barbara Gordon began to scream under her gag as she heard
Catwoman. No sooner did she start panicking than Catwoman dropped
the exposed ends of a stripped power cord onto the mat and into the
soapy water solution. Sparks and tiny bolts of electricity shot about
on
the mat as Batgirl screamed in horrific pain. Her now lively body
bucked
and flopped around like a fresh fish on a hot beach as she was riddled
with electric shocks. The electricity crackled and sizzled as it sent
sporadic bolts through her suit and into the vibrator. The toy's super
charged motor would start up and shut down over and over again in a
diabolic rhythm sending blasting sexual waves through Barbara's
electrocuted body.
The pain and sexual sensation were already too much. Coupled with
the nearly eight hours of horrific sexual torture, Barbara couldn't
even
think about who she was, where she was, why she was there or how to
get free. She was now a mindless, sexual vegetable simply responding
to stimuli like an ameba under a bright light. Her conscious mind had
completely shut down and all her subconscious knew was the agony and
ecstasy forced upon her by the mysterious cat figure that dominated
her
dark, nightmarish dreams.
"Oh, YES! SQUIRM BITCH SQUIRM! You sanctimonious, self
righteous, goody two shoes hoar. You're just as bad as the rest of us.
Just as dirty and oh what a little slut!" Catwoman's taunts rained
down
on the fettered heroine as she rolled around on the mat. The woman's
words echoed through her sending her even deeper into utter
humiliation.
More pain, more sensation, the blackness encompassed her. Her
heart seized, her breathe grew short. She was dying, her body and mind
seperating as her heart stopped and she began to shut down. Falling
deeper and deeper, Batgirl plummetted toward a sexually agonizing
death. Her vision faded, her mind turned to black. The end would come
from her final climax. Tighter and tighter. Closer and closer. Her
back
arched, her muscles shuttered. She was coming....
Suddenly, the whole cabin went black. "What the...!" Catwoman
barked.
"Must have been the fuses Catwoman." said Morris as he flipped on
a flashlight. "I guess we popped more than Batbimbo's cherry." he
laughed as the four stood over the now moaning Batgirl.
"I've got an idea. It'll be light in 20 minutes. Pick her up and
follow
me." ordered Catwoman as she slinked out of the cabin into the early
morning air.
* * *
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
Diana had stopped moving after the 30th or so blow. It had been
two
hours since Victoria and Nic had started their food escapade. Empty
containers of soda, milk, salad dressing, soap, cake frosting, orange
juice, pudding, ice cream, oatmeal, lotion and any other available
liquidy
substances littered the cabin floor. Diana was now tied facing one of
the
support posts, with her hand over her head and her mouth gagged with a
ball and leather straps. A rainbow of disgusting fluids streamed down
between her long, muscular legs, staining her hips and legs with
streaks
of mustard, orange juice, pudding, milk and anything else that had
poured out of her. Her lasso hung loosely around her waste and was the
only thing compelling her to stand. The women had also forced the
amazon to wear a really high pair of black stiletto heels as they
ordered
her to remain standing in "a nice and slutty pose".
She hung like the lifeless catch of the day from her arms as
Victoria
let loose with another crack of her cat-o-nine-tails. All the women
had
enjoyed a round of "whip-the-heroine" and Diana was pelted and red
with
welts across her sagging rear and loose back.
"GODDAMN BITCH"
"SLUT"
"HOAR"
On and on the beating continued.
After a bit, Tarra Rogers walked up totting a bottle of tequila
and
grabbed Diana by the chin. Diana's eyes were heavy and dull as she
stared like a zombie toward the ceiling. "Ain't no use spankin' 'er"
Tarra
said with a slur. "She's wouldn't feel it anyway BUUURRPPP."
"'ere, 'ave a drinky pooh." she babbled pouring the liquor over
Diana's gag and down her chest. "OOPs! My you just can't hold your
booze can ya, BITCH!" Tarra scoffed. Then, with a heft kick, she sent
her knee hard into Diana's crotch, doubling the heroine over and
sending
her straight to the floor. Wonder Woman lay curled up on the floor,
unconscious, beaten, gang raped and totally humiliated.
"What are we going to do with jug queen." asked Yumi as she
prodded Diana's lifeless body with her high-heel.
"Our little heroine is going to have a big-ol-accident."
stammered
Tarra as she grabbed Diana by her hair and shook her head like a
little
girl tearing at a doll.
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From: an210705@anon.penet.fi (Mr. X)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Repost: Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 8 [bd,sex,nc]
Date: Sat, 10 Feb 1996 03:34:53 GMT
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Presenting Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 7
Barbara Gordon's vision was still immensely foggy as she felt a
rope
being pulled tight around her chest. She moaned slowly but her body
wouldn't respond. Even without being tied, she probably couldn't move
anyway. Then, she recoiled like a beaten animal as the sight of her
tormentor's face loomed over her. With a loud whacking slap across the
face, Catwoman shook Batgirl awake. "So nice of you to join us sweet
cheeks. I see you're still alive. Good."
Batgirl slowly raised her sore head and neck, and looked around
at
her predicament. She was tied on her back to a huge log which was
about twice as thick as she was. Her arms were tied over her head and
her legs were tied very wide apart and to the sides of the log.
Several
coils of rope pinned her legs, waist and arms to the log basically
making
her a permanent part of it. She was so sore and tired, her head simply
dropped like a rock as she lay back down. She was completely stripped
and lay naked to the world and spread across the coarse, hard tree
trunk.
"Its just like one of those "Puuurrrrerils of Pauline" serials."
Catwoman gasped clapping her hands together. "The poor bound and
gagged heroine is tied to the log and sent slowly down the conveyor
toward the buzz saw. The huge blade whirs and zings, cutting the log
as
the young damsel struggles for freedom. The only puuurrrroblem is,
there's no mountie to save you." she said with a giggle as she leaned
over Barbara and slowly ran her clawed fingertip down Batgirl's nose.
"I've got all the mounties. TOMMY!"
The henchman threw the breakers and the monstrous cutter started
up. The huge, circular blade began spinning at high speed as it sat
like a
chomping pacman waiting for Batgirl's log to chew on. Batgirl looked
down her body, between her legs and at the saw and began to scream. It
was lined up perfectly with her crotch. Tears of terror streamed down
her
face as the log began moving toward the steel blade of death.
"Tata Batgirl. Just like you, we have to "SPLIT"." Catwoman
laughed
as she put her arms around her goons and skipped out of the mill. "By
the way, we found the next clue." she bragged taping a manila envelope
with her Cat nails. "Too bad you won't live to see it.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA" Batgirl lay twisting and struggling against her
ropes as death came closer and closer. "It can't end like this... NOT
THIS!"
* * *
The cold chill of the lake water shot through Wonder Woman's bare
body like thousands of tiny daggers as the bucket of water brought her
violently to consciousness. Immediately, Diana began to feel
disoriented
and dizzy as what she was laying on began to rock and roll about.
Wonder Woman lay curled up in a small, two man, inflatable raft. The
women had completely cocooned her in duct tap. Her amazon body lay
like a fly tied in a spiders web, her arms taped behind her back and
her
legs bound tightly together. Tape ran everywhere, around her legs,
arms, chest, shoulders, stomach, knees, ankles, almost any part of her
that could move was securely taped. Her hands were the worst part. The
women had used an entire roll of tape to bundle her hands into one
mass of gray, sticky tape securing the ends of her arms into one huge
glob of plastic. Several coils of tape were wrapped around her mouth
and over and around her head. Her hair was a snarled, sticky mess
under the tape and the only part of her head exposed was her eyes,
nose and cheeks which bulged out and over the tape around her mouth.
"Wakey wakey." screamed Tarra as she flung the tequila bottle
sending it bouncing off Wonder Woman's taped chest and into the
water. "We decided you needed a nice, relaxing boat ride." Tarra
laughed as she stood arrogantly on the dock.
"Yeah, a ONE WAY boat ride." screamed Victoria as she untied the
little boat and gave it a kick with her shoe. "Have a nice trip... see
ya
next FALL!" she joked and with that all the women began to laugh at
the
bound up heroine as her boat caught the current and started down
stream.
"You think she'll stand a chance?" asked Victoria as they watched
the
boat head down stream.
"Nah, those falls are hundreds of fee.. hundreds of fee... really
high.
She go SPPPPPLLLLAAAAATTTTT like a heroic pancake." replied
Tarra as she staggered off the dock with her to cohorts and headed
back
toward the cabin.
Wonder Woman twisted and pulled at the tape as the boat began to
pick up speed. Far off the roar of Glouster falls grew closer as the
heroine raced toward certain DOOM. "Only minutes... must get
free...dear Hera... Its HOPELESS!"
Is this the end of our two heroines.
Will Wonder Woman be dashed to bits on the jagged rocks below
Glouster falls?
Will Batgirl be beside herself in pain and agony at the saw mill.
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