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This is one part out of six involving a silly story that concerns Superhero
Bondage. To know if the version you are reading is complete,  the phrase "To be
Continued"  or "the End"  should be at the bottom.  If not,  then the part is
NOT whole.  

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 also has a
picture of Kiko.  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.

To be continued,


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