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This is one part out of six involving a silly story that concerns
Superhero Bondage. The entire story contains scenes involving M/F,
F/F, Bondage, Light Humiliation, Domination and Robotic Bestiality.
Certain parts contain certain scenes. It is not meant to be taken
seriously, and does not in any way mean to infringe on the copyrights
of the companies who own the characters mentioned.
In fact, all characters are NOT from the comics, they just
dress like them. This is a story about people who are involved in
Superhero Bondage, and the trials that always come from the subject.
While I poke fun at the genre, I hope none of the fine writers who
have written a SuperHero Bondage story take offense. At the same
time, if you have never read a story of this genre, I think you may
still like this story for the way it shows how silly it can all be.
As always, comments are welcome by e-mail. You can also
visit my website at http://members.aol.com/GntlShon/Kiko.html to show
your approval. It does not contain any stories, but has a few notes
about the story. More importantly, it contains a counter so I can
judge how popular this story is by how many hits I get.
Bound Ninja in Spandex Part 2
By Shon Richards
Kiko stepped out of the car and had barely shut the door
before it drove off. She sighed but was used to it. Considering how
she looked, she was lucky they just didn't toss her out of the car.
She began her cautious approach to her target's opulent mansion.
Kiko moved with surprising speed for one dressed as she was.
Her six inch heels didn't sink into the soft ground at all. The
purple ribbons on her arms didn't catch on any of the bushes. The
purple swimsuit did ride up her butt a bit, but Kiko was used to that
and didn't let it slow her any. She made it to the backdoor and
removed her lockpicks from one of the many pouches she had tied to her
legs.
Kiko picked the lock in record time. She had found that the
thought of being seen in costume in the early morning did wonders for
her speed of getting into a house. As she closed the door behind her,
she let out a sigh of relief. Now that her sense of embarrassment was
saved, she could get down to the business of breaking and entering.
Once inside, She found that the elegance of the mansion's
outside did not reach inside. She believed she was in the kitchen.
At least that would explain the number of pizza boxes on the floor and
counters. Kiko silently tread through the open boxes and managed not
to kick any of the garbage bags full of beer cans. She wrinkled her
nose at the thought of robbing a slob.
The hallway was a much nicer surprise. The walls were adorned
with erotic photographs and full size posters of bondage. Kiko
stopped and admired the art but noticed a disturbing trend. All of
the art featured women dressed as various superheroines. Well,
superheroines that were ten times as muscular and larger breasts, but
undoubtedly superheroines none the less. Kiko looked at the paintings
with a certain envy, for each woman was bound in devices Kiko had
only dreamed about.
She wondered if the subdermal device that was installed to
monitor her celibacy was picking up her arousal. Kiko hated to think
that the creeps back home were writing down that she was getting wet,
especially when she was expected to explain why when she got back
home. If they thought she was being dirty minded, then she could be
in for alot of lectures on self control when she returned.
She ignored the explicit picture of Wonder Woman being bound
to a clothesline. She very deliberately did not look too long at the
painting of Supergirl being impaled upside down by a kryptonite
phallus. She kept her eyes straight ahead as she walked down the
halls, looking for the vault she knew was here. She had memorized
the floor plans on the trip over, and she knew she had to reach the
basement. She was impressed by the multitude of erotic bondage art,
and sighed when she knew she wouldn't be able to take any of it back.
She arrived at the basement door and quietly picked the lock.
She felt uneasy that she hadn't meet anything in the way of security,
but decided to count her blessings. At least it wasn't the usual
problems, light beams which set off alarms, digital touchpads which
unlocked huge sliding doors and those annoying fingerpad
identification locks. Kiko could only cut so many fingers off in one
day. Silently she went down the stairs.
The door she arrived at caused her to grumble and sigh at the
same time. It was a solid metal door, much like the ones that had
stopped her before. Unlike the other doors, this one had a mural of
Batgirl on it. She thought it was Batgirl, because she had seen the
television show and the mask and cape looked familiar. But the fact
that the painted girl wasn't wearing anything else made it hard to
identify. Kiko tried to remember if Batgirl had breasts that large
and a waist that tiny. But when she noticed the pubic region was
shaved into a bat, she knew it was confirmed.
She examined the door but couldn't find a knob or
identification slot. She was puzzled by this sudden interest in
security but felt good in knowing she must be on the right track. All
she had to do was think like Mr. Demeanie and figure out how he would
open this. Kiko called upon her half-semester of Psychology 101 from
college to solve this puzzle.
Unfortunately, everytime she concentrated, she kept thinking
about the erotic art that filled this mansion. Images of Supergirl,
Wonder Woman, Batgirl and Storm being bent over, forced to suck huge
dildos and tied with more wrappings than Kiko had ribbons, were
causing her to have unhealthy thoughts about the mural in front of
her. Kiko smiled as she realized that she had succeeded in assuming
the thought pattern of a millionaire fanboy.
She touched the oversize nipples of the painting and was not
surprised to see that them sink into the door. As each nipple
disappeared, she heard a large click come from the door, as if large
bolts were sliding. When she let go, the nipples rose back out and
the doors clicked as the bolts returned. She then reached for the
Bat-bush and grinned as she pushed into a hole, but her grin faded as
she hit bottom at about four inches. Once again, pressing against
the soft velvet inside caused a loud click, though this time is was
centered lower on the door. When she pulled her finger out of the
Bat-bush, the button and click returned to normal.
On a hunch, she touched the Batgirl's face and found that the
lips parted and allowed for a button to be pressed. The click that
came from higher on the door was consistent with the other buttons.
Kiko quickly felt up the rest of the painting and found no more
touchable areas. She believed that she would have to press all four
buttons at the same time, but considering how spaced they were, and
the fact that she lacked a fourth touching appendage, she was stumped
on how to do it.
About five minutes later, the beautiful Asian Ninja
impersonator of a comic book girl had an idea. She approached the
door and flexed her legs in preparation. She lifted her left foot,
and gripped the six inch heel firmly. She twisted around and brought
her heel level with her crotch and placed it in the painting's
bat-bush. Leaning forward, she managed to penetrate the painting at
an unbalanced angle.
Using her fingers, she pushed down the artistic nipples and
and was rewarded with two more bolts sliding. grimacing a little,
she placed her tongue inside the perky red-head's painted lips, and
pushed the last button. As the button clicked, the door swung open
slowly. Kiko was forced to hop with the door due to the fact that she
couldn't untangle her heel fast enough.
Surprised that she didn't fall down, Kiko looked around the
vault as she released her heel for the slot. She knew the Ruby Tits
of Luck statue was bound to be here, and such a gaudy and busty
artifact shouldn't be hard to find. However, the room was filled
wall to wall with boxes, which meant a tedious search was ahead of
her.
Kiko opened the first box, and found it was full of comic
books. So was the the next box. And the next one as well. Kiko
realized she might have a long search ahead of her when the door
slammed for no reason. She rushed to it and was not surprised to hear
the sounds of gas rushing into the sealed area. She panic stricken
briefly before she simply just got angry.
"Damn it!" she swore. "It's bad enough I'm stuck in some
comic book trap with the fucking gas, but if this guy is half the
geek I think he is, I'm going to be in for a lot of cracks about my
outfit."
Kiko faded into unconscious, and awoke to found her hands
handcuffed behind her back and her ankles hobbled on a three inch
chain. It appeared she was in the living room, lying on the couch.
She was surprised to be fully clothed, and was even more surprised by
the people she saw looking at her.
The one man she recognized from the debriefing. It was Mark
Demeanie, same wiry brown hair, same pimples, and even the same
idiotic grin on his face. What her debriefing hadn't mentioned was
his green spandex bodysuit that clung to his scrawny frame. Instead
of thick glasses, he wore thick goggles that made him look even more
bug eyed. The belt of gadgets he wore was so bulky, it made Kiko
wonder how his scrawny frame could stand upright.
Behind him were women that would make Mr. Yugokumach a
believer in a comic book God. There were four muscular women dressed
in costumes straight out of the comics. The blond was wearing a
Supergirl skirt and shirt, her muscles drawfing the skimpy outfit.
The dark haired woman was dressed like Wonder Woman, from the red
boots, to the red and gold one piece swimsuit that clung to
artificial breasts. She noticed that "Wonder Woman"'s bracelets had
rings to attach chains with. Seemed reasonable to Kiko.
The other two women were just as muscular, and Kiko began to
get the feeling that she had seen them all before, and not in these
costumes. The redhead was dressed in the rest of the Batgirl outfit
Kiko had seen earlier. Except this Batgirl had ripped the sleeves off
of her suit to let her huge muscles breathe, and the bat symbol was
cut out to reveal a cleavage that only the miracle of silicon could
provide.
The last woman was an African-american that Kiko instantly
sympathized with. Growing up on X-men in order to study her Ninja
role-model, she recognized the girl dressed as Storm instantly. Her
long white hair was obviously a wig, about as real as the mammoth
mammaries attached to her chest. Her outfit was white as well,
prompting Kiko to speculate on why the only exotic black woman in
comics was so heavily white-washed. Kiko cursed X-men once again for
being the hardest of females to imitate.
"Thank God my father hasn't forced me to dye my hair purple."
she mutered.
"I see my captured Psylocke is finally awake" Mark said with
calculated malice.
"Oh great" Kiko thought, "He is just as geeky as I imagined."
She answered with "Mr. Demeanie, if I am not released and
able to report back in half an hour, this place will be swarming with
a rescue team. I suggest you let me go."
Worry spread across Mark's face and as he took a step to untie
her, the Wonder Woman impersonator spoke up.
"Wait a minute, if she has a rescue team coming, why did she
tell us? She could of just waited for them." asked the woman Kiko
would try to kill first.
"Damn, you're right!" exclaimed the would be villain. "She's
ours to do with as we please!"
Kiko decided to get off that subject quick. "Why are you all
dressed as super heroes? And who are you supposed to be Mr Demeanie?"
Mark stood up straight and sucked in his Pepsi-gut. "I am
known as Vengeance LAD!"
"Who the fuck?" Kiko said out loud before realizing her
mistake.
Vengeance Lad snarled before answering. "I am Vengeance Lad,
famous webmaster of W-W-W-dot-Take-it-bitch-dot-com. I offer actual
photos of super-chicks I have overpowered and bound to my will. Other
sites offer only art and other fantasies. Only Vengeance Lad has the
resources and talent to show video feeds of Supergirl sucking down a
Kryptonite dildo."
"You spent all of your fortune on bondage fantasies?" Kiko
asked with surprise.
"That's correct, first I bought a ton of computers in order
to record and post my videos onto the internet. Then I bought this
mansion filled with bondage accessories to create my hideout. Once I
was ready, I hired these women who used to be on television's short
lived game show, Lesbian Gladiators."
Kiko remembered them now. Lesbian Gladiators was her favorite
show. She loved to watch out of shape men getting pummeled by lesbian
bodybuilders in a variety of contact sports designed to showcase as
much violence as possible. Her favorite sport was the race where the
men had to navigate an obstacle course while the lesbians threw
medicine balls at them.
Vengeance Lad continued his rant. "After I bought them all
breasts enlargements, I began dressing them as various superheroines.
My website was a success so I have made more and more videos of my
exploits. Soon, the whole world will know of vengeance Lad!"
"Or the whole world will know you are a shit-head looney"
thought Kiko.
Vengeance Lad turned to the Supergirl and pointed at the Storm
knockoff.
"It was Oreo's shift to watch the security cameras and she let
Psylocke infiltrate without any warning at all. Place her on the
Punishment Bench!" he said as he cackled.
The black girl resisted, "Damn it," she said. "You're the
fucking fanboy and you still can't get my name right. The name is
Ororo, O-roar-O." She was still ranting about her job imposed alias
as they strapped her to a bench that they pulled from the closet..
Vengeance Lad pressed a button on his belt and immediately, a
metallic dog ran in. Kiko admired this advance in robotics as the dog
came right to vengeance lad and panted realistically. The gunmetal
blue paint shined in the light. It was as big as a doberman, just
meaner looking. Somehow the dog looked menacing even standing among
pizza boxes.
Vengeance lad petted the metal dog. "This is my prize
possession, a robot created for my website by those fine fellows at
Intimate Bondage Materials. He is fully mobile, armour plated, and
responds to voice commands. I have named him.." and here he paused
dramatically, Kiko simply rolled her eyes. "Pillage. Raping robotic
dog sidekick of Vengeance Lad!"
At the mention of it's name, Pillage looked up at Vengeance
Lad and stood at attention. Meanwhile, the black girl was bent over
and strapped to a bench. Her pants were pulled down with her ebony
ass high in the air. She could look behind her through her legs as
Vengeance Lad gave the final voice commands.
"When I started my online company, I found that putting
superheroes in bondage wasn't enough. The jaded internet customer
wasn't impressed for long with me fucking their favorite costumed
whores either. So I had to invent more and more creative gimmicks,
and thus my sidekick was born!"
"Pillage, sic her!" he said, pointing at the helpless
heroine.
Pillage barked, a metallic sound echoing through the living
room. He ran towards the girl while the other women quickly backed
off. As he ran, Kiko noticed a long plastic dildo extend from it's
groin. It leapt in the air and perfectly sank it's robotic penis into
her.
"SHIT that hurts!" cried Ororo.
Kiko watched in fascination as the robot mounted her and
pumped her defenseless sex. The dog made small grunts devoid of
passion as it relentlessly fucked away at her. It's penis hummed,
spewing lubricant with each thrust. Kiko couldn't take her eyes off
of the scene before her. It was so brutal, yet surreal. On the one
hand she knew she should be outraged but on the other hand, she was
thrilled by the idea of a vibrator that would also fetch your socks.
And as the observer back home would note by the sudden beeping of her
sensuality monitor, she found it a pleasant fate to be consigned to.
"I set his timer with my belt" said Vengeance Lad. Kiko
didn't hear him at all over Ororo's screams of indignity.
"What?" she asked.
"I said I set the timer for his fucking with my belt" yelled
Vengeance Lad.
Ororo screamed louder as Pillage applied his spin mode to his
robotic dog bone.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" asked Kiko, curious what she had to do to
be punished like that.
"I SAID I SET THE TIMER FOR HIS FUCKING WITH MY BELT!"
screamed Vengeance Lad.
Ororo howled as the first of her orgasms hit her. It was true
that most women would be horrified to be molested by a robot dog, but
like all the former Lesbian Gladiators, Ororo was a slut when you
came right down to it.
Kiko tried to answer over Ororo's cries of pleasure. "YOU
BETTER SHUT HER UP IF YOU ARE GOING TO SAY ANYTHING ELSE!"
The Batgirl impersonator clamped her gloved hand over Ororo's
mouth. As silence returned, everyone relaxed while Pillage continued
thundering away at her Storm-box. It's cock slide graphically in and
out of her in the showmanship manner that only a pornstar could do.
This had to do with the fact that his programming was done from
imitating John Holmes movies.
"First, I want to know why you are dressed like Psylocke."
asked Vengeance Lad.
Kiko said nothing. It was forbidden to implicate her father
in anyway. Plus she really wanted a turn with the robot dog.
"Tell me who sent you and what you were looking for, or I'll
have Pillage pump your Ninja ass for at least an hour."
Back at her home, a startled Pedro noticed her monitor racing
off the chart.
Meanwhile Ororo was cumming for her sixth time, shaking the
bench with her thrashing. Kiko looked with envy as Pillage retracted
his penis and re-emerged with a thicker phallus, this one ribbed and
studded. He then began fucking her again, his cock opening her like
a can of dog food. The screams of kinky pleasure penetrated even the
glove that was held over her mouth.
Kiko could wait no longer.
"Oh, not only will I not tell you who sent me, but I think
you're a loser who spent his fortune on sick fantasies when you could
of done something meaningful. I also think you're ugly and I would
rather fuck your dog than you anyday." Satisfied by the red blush on
his face, Kiko eagerly waited for her to be a victim of robot
beastiality.
"You were sent by my arch enemy Professor Ballgag, weren't
you? he screamed at her. "That sounds exactly like something he
would of said, that loser. He's been pissed at me ever since my
Valentine's Day - Lois Lane - Catwoman -Domination video sold ten
thousand copies in one day! That's why he sent you dressed as
Psylocke so maybe you could seduce me!"
Kiko thought that antagonizing a fanboy looney dressed in
spandex was maybe a bad idea.
The Wonder Woman stepped up and offered an idea. "Since she's
here, we might as well use her. We could tape her in some of our
studios and be the fist ones to have Psylocke live and nude. She's
almost an exact copy, the X-men fans would buy her right up."
"Once again Diana, you are the voice of reason." said
Vengeance Lad. "We'll use Pillage last, after we've softened her up
a little bit. Barbara, I want you to post spam on all the
newsgroups, I want even the cancer treatment newsgroups to know that
we will have Psylocke on our website nude and abused before this
weekend is over."
Kiko knew that she better try to escape now, before she had
her face plastered on the internet. She sprang up and head butted
Vengeance Lad, knocking him to the ground. With her hobbled ankles,
she tried to quickly move over to Diana to use some sort of Ninja Knee
move on her. unfortunately the ankle chains slowed her too much and
they quickly knocked her to the ground while the Supergirl ran for the
chloroform.
Kiko struggled helplessly a mere foot away from Pillage
fucking the captive girl. The two women pinned her down with their
awesome physiques, their muscles preventing her from doing nothing
but watching Ororo receive a dog pounding that Kiko was hoping for
herself. Kiko watched her cum five more times before they clamped a
cloth over her face.
As Kiko slipped away into dreamland, she wondered how she was
going to explain this one when she got home.
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