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	This is one part out of three involving a silly story that concerns Wrestling
and 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. This story is mine but feel free to archive or post as long
as no one makes any money from it. 

	The entire story contains scenes involving M/F,  F/F,  Bondage,   Light
Humiliation,  Domination and and Violence.  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.
   
	As always,  comments are welcome by e-mail.   You can also visit my website at
http://members.aol.com/GntlShon/kikonwo.html to show your approval.  It also
has a picture of Kiko.  It also links to the rest of my stories as well as 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.  

	Captured by the NWO Part 1
By Shon Richards

	Kiko climbed into the limousine and got comfortable in the back seat.  Her
driver was a cute blonde guy she hadn't seen before.  Of course, considering
Kiko's enforced celibacy, any male over twenty was cute to her.  Regardless,
she began to make plans to seduce him and see if she could make this a very
long limo ride.  That was when she noticed the video camera mounted on the
dashboard looking at her.  The driver turned to her and frowned as he lowered
the glass separating the driver from the back.

	"I'm sorry Miss Kiko," the chauffeur began, "but your father insisted on the
camera witnessing your briefing so he can make sure you didn't seduce me."

	"That's okay sir," Kiko answered.  "If he insists I stay celibate because it's
supposed to keep me sharp, I guess there's nothing I can do about it."

	Inside though, Kiko fumed.  All her life she had to deal with her insane
father.  First he wanted a son but he got a daughter.  Then he wanted her to be
a Ninja like on television.  It was hard enough training to be like those
impossible ninjas on television but then he switched gears and wanted her to be
like some bimbo from a comic book.  If it wasn't for the multimillion dollar
trust fund she had waiting for when she turned thirty, Kiko would have ran away
from home the first time she heard this celibacy shit.

	Kiko glared at the camera and hoped her father liked what he saw.  She was
wearing the ridiculous uniform that she was always forced to wear.  Her purple
one-piece swimsuit covered her from neck to crotch but the skintight material
left nothing to the imagination.  Kiko loved the color purple but hated having
her silicone enhanced tits showcased like that.  Even more outstanding were the
scarves tied around her arms and legs.  In a comic book, these scarves show
action and a flair for drama.  On a real person, they look like an invitation
to tie her down and fuck her.  At least as tight as the scarves were, they
showed her awesome muscle development.  

	Kiko looked down at her purple boots with their six inch heels.  Being a
purple clad Ninja was a bitch, but she began to see an advantage with her
outfit at last.  Dying for an orgasm, Kiko carefully folded her legs up into a
lotus position and pretended to listen to her en route briefing.  A very
carefully placed point of her heel rubbed gently against her sex.  Trying to
maintain a straight face for the camera as well as not give any hint of what
was going on, Kiko listened to her driver.

	"You see Miss Kiko," began the driver, "Mr. Yugokumach is a very big fan of
professional wrestling, and he has decided to use us daughter on a mission for
the good of the world.  He wants you to take out the villain group, the NWO.
Also known as the New World Order."

	Kiko was breathing deeply, trying to make her clit rub against her heel.  She
was succeeding and that was making it harder for her to breathe slowly.  She
almost lost her concentration when she heard professional wrestling mentioned.

	"What a minute," she interrupted.  "Dad has me going after professional
wrestlers?  I've been trained to kill scores of men, pick any lock and escape
any trap just so I can go break the knees of some punks he doesn't like on
wrestling?  Wait a minute, he WATCHES wrestling?  The guy who manages my trust
fund watches wrestling?"

	The driver choked back any intelligent response he had in lieu of the video
camera recording him.  Focusing on the briefing, he kept talking.

	"You don't understand Miss Kiko, this isn't just any villain group.  This is
the NWO, led by Hollywood Hogan.  They've been terrorizing pro wrestling for
years and Mr. Yugokumach is sick and tired of them.  He wants you to end their
careers before their big match they have two nights from now."

	"Hollywood Hogan?"  Kiko asked.  "Wasn't he Hulk Hogan a few years back?"
Kiko really wasn't interested in the genealogy of wrestling aliases.  She was
just stalling for time as her clit rubbed back and forth on her pointed heel.
She was painfully aware of the video camera as her breathing provided the
needed friction.  Kiko just hoped her father wouldn't see her nipples getting
hard through her flimsy swimsuit.

	Meanwhile, the driver droned on.  "Yes, he used to be known as Hulk Hogan, but
when he came to the WCW, he changed his name.  These days, he's a villain and
he has the largest group of bad guys ever assembled.  You only have to take out
the top four though, Mr. Yugokumach figures that without these four, the group
will quickly crumble."

	"Fine by me."  Kiko said, hoping she could say that without gasping too much.
She could hear a tiny squeaking noise as her heel rubbed the now soaked fabric.
 Kiko wanted to slow her breathing and eliminate the squeaking noise, but her
hips just weren't cooperating.

	The driver was happy she seemed to be taking this more seriously.  Glancing at
the rearview mirror, she even seemed to be smiling.  Encouraged, he continued
talking.

	"Your targets at the Mollokey County Arena will be Hollywood Hogan, The Giant,
Kevin Nash and the Macho Man.  They are currently staying at the Mollokey
County Ramada and will be there today and tomorrow night before their scheduled
match.  Use any force needed, but make sure their careers are over.  Mr.
Yugokumach doesn't want to ever see their faces and loud mouths on television
ever again."

	Kiko was well on her way to bliss while he was talking.  The slow build up,
tension from having to keep still and quiet was sending her entire lower region
into ecstasy.  A low moan almost escaped her lips but she stifled it in time.
She decided to toss her hair into her face and look like she was brushing it.
That way the camera wouldn't record her eyes rolling when she came.

	"Who are they fighting at the Arena?"  Kiko asked, in an attempt to keep him
talking.

	"Let's see," said the driver as he pulled the fight advertisement from his
coat.  "It says here, 'Hogan and the Giant verus Kevin Nash and the Macho Man'.
 Looks like a tag-team match."

	Kiko stopped breathing mid-stroke in confusion.  Realizing this was a great
opening to keep him talking while she humped her shoe, she asked him to
explain.

	"From what I gathered from Mr. Yugokumach, Hollywood Hogan is having internal
struggles within his group and Kevin Nash is leading the rebellion.  Macho Man
is on his side so Hogan enlisted the Giant to help out.  They're going to
settle it this weekend."

	Kiko cursed at this simple and short explanation.  "But you said they were all
still with the NWO?"

	"Look Miss!" the driver snapped.  "I don't write the stupid shit!  I have
enough stress just getting you to the hotel!  Everyone told me that you always
fuck the debreifer and Mr. Yugokumach said if he taped you having anything
resembling sex, he would have my balls laminated!  So just shut up, and get out
of the car because we're here."

	Kiko's breathing stopped, right as she was about to cum.  Incredibly pissed
off, she opened the door and climbed out.  However, she thought quickly so that
as she climbed out, she turned her back to the driver and the camera.  She
reached down and her gloved fingers stroked her wet spot on her swimsuit seven
quick times.  Happiness spread through her body, radiating from her released
crotch.  Smiling, she slammed the door.

	"Remember, " the driver said.  "we'll be picking you up two days from now so
make sure you have the job done by then."

	"Will do."  Kiko said.  She also thought to herself that if any of these
wrestlers were cute, she would do them too.  You had to take advantage wherever
you could.

	A purple clad Ninja with long flowing black hair ran across the hotel parking
lot.  Mostly from embarrassment than stealth.  Her name was Kiko, and she
looked like a comic book wetdream with her large breasts contained barely by a
spandex swimsuit.  The few people who did see her enter the hotel didn't take
notice.  They knew professional wrestlers were in town and though she was part
of their circus.

	Kiko sneaked into the hotel and search for her prey.  It didn't take her long
to find what she needed, there was a bored bellhop boy right by the elevator.
She found it impossible to be invisible in a brightly lighted hotel lobby while
wearing spandex so she walked right up to him.  He was smiling pretty big when
she got to him, his eyes already unwrapping her scarves from her body.  Kiko
smiled back at him, grabbed his tie and led him into the elevator.  As the
doors closed, the bellhop thanked God that he was so irresistible to this weird
wrestling lady.

	Kiko never broke her smile as she wrapped one of the scarves tied to her arm
around his neck.  His eyes bulged in shock as she slammed his head into the
elevator doors twice.  She used her scarf to lift his head up so he could see
the seriousness on her face.

	"Which room is Hollywood Hogan staying at?" she asked.

	"Room 423.  Am I going to die?" he asked.

	"Someday kid, but not today," she answered before knocking him senseless
against the doors.

	She got off the elevator on the fourth floor and headed towards Hollywood's
room.  Beating up some over the hill wrestler wasn't her idea of fun, but Kiko
had her trust fund to think of.  She comforted herself with the knowledge that
if his buddies were at least cute, she might spare them a day or two.  She had
two nights to complete this mission, she might as well milk it.  Two nights
without her father's supervision was an invitation to a fuckfest as far as Kiko
was concerned.  She tested the doorknob to Hogan's room and found it unlocked.
Delighting in her good luck, she opened the door and somersaulted in.

	The room was a mess, filled by empty takeout boxes and three very big bodies.
The men in the room jumped up as Kiko leapt in, surrounding her quickly.  As
fast as she could, she looked at them all to try to figure out her strategy.

	In the center of the room was Hogan, recognizable by his extra-crispy color
tan and yellow fu-manchu.  He was covering his bald spot with a black bandanna
but Kiko's keen Ninja eyes could pick out the glare of his bald head
underneath.  Hogan was bare-chested which dismayed Kiko a bit as she saw first
hand how HUGE his muscles were. He might be older than dirt but his arms and
chest were as solid as granite.

	To her left was a bearded guy she recognized from watching 'Slim-Jim'
commercials.  He was the Macho Man and Kiko was a little curious as to why he
was wearing his shaded goggles inside.  Like Hogan, he was covering his bald
spot with a black bandana too.  He was also bare chested, wearing only black
and white tights.  He might not have as much muscles as Hogan, but his
definition intimidated her a little.  She could kick his ass in a solo fight,
but certainly not as a henchman, it was too much.

	It got worse though, standing right behind her was the biggest man she had
ever seen.  Standing easily at seven feet and four inches tall, Kiko was
wishing she had an extra ten inches on her heels.  This had to be the Giant,
and for a seven foot tall man, he was incredibly large.  At least four hundred
pounds if not more.  Heck, he was three feet wide both ways and seemed to fill
the room.  Kiko was glad he was wearing a bathrobe, it made him seem human.

	"All right mother-fuckers!"  Kiko said with more bravery than she had.  "your
careers are over as of tonight!  That is unless you guys are willing to be my
love slaves, if you perform well enough I might spare you."

	They answered with silence, their hormones arguing with their steroids over
what to do.  After a minute of tense silence, a voice from the adjoining room
answered her demands.

	"How about we just fuck the hell out of you and still keep our careers?"
answered the most gorgeous man Kiko had ever seen.  Like the Giant, this guy
was over seven feet tall.  But that's where the similarities ended.  This guy
who must be Kevin Nash was drop-dead handsome.  Dark curly hair, eyes that
smiled perpetually and a beard that surrounded a friendly mouth seared into
Kiko's eyes straight to her heart. He was the only one wearing sensible
clothes, a button down shirt and slacks that clung to his awesome body.  Kiko
didn't hear what he said, she was imagining him licking her heels.

	Macho Man however was not taken in by Nash's sexuality so he did what he did
best.  He clobbered Kiko with a punch to the back of her head.  As she went
sprawling forward, Hogan caught her and lifted his knee into her stomach.  Kiko
couldn't believe she was becoming a part of a bad wrestling ambush but she was.
 She was trying to catch her breath but Hogan kept kicking it out of her. 
Finally she performed a short jab to his crotch area which dropped him like a
bad 80's memory.  

	Rolling, she stood up and kicked Macho Man's legs out from under him.  He
crashed through a table very loudly.  That's when she noticed she was standing
beside the Giant and gasped as one of his large hands slapped her at chest
level.  She stumbled back, her silicone absorbing most of the blow, but her
wind was gone again.  She was helpless as he picked her up by the neck and
lifted her one-handed.  Kiko kicked feebly for a moment as the Giant walked
around with her.  Without warning he slammed her down, right onto the floor.

	Kiko gave up all chances at breathing at that point.  She tried to focus but
gave up on that too.  She figured she could get serious and kick some ass now
but decided to wait and see if the feeling in her legs would return.

	"Good going Macho, you got the bitch," said Hogan as he stepped on her hair.

	"OH YEAH!"  Macho replied from the wreckage of the table.

	"Now why don't you get the spray can Kevin while I question this bitch," said
Hogan.

	"OH YEAH!"  Macho agreed.

	"All right bitch," Hogan started, "which of our enemies sent you?  Was it Ric
Flair?  Roddy Piper?  Start talking and the new World order might not break
you!"

	"What the hell are you talking about?"  Kiko asked as she tried to look at the
multiple images of Hogan.

	"We know that Raven and his Flock have been after us, did they send you?"
Hogan demanded.  He granddad her hair into the carpet for emphasis.

	"You guys are fucked up!" she yelled.  "This isn't some stupid wrestling plot,
this is for real."

	"Got the spray can Hogan," Nash said as he looked down at Kiko.  

	"Well, NWO, what do you say that we welcome this bitch the same way we greet
all our foes?" said Hogan as he shook the can.

	"OH YEAH!" yelled the Macho Man.

	Kiko felt the Macho Man hold down her arms as the Giant grabbed a hold of the
top of her swimsuit.  With one powerful motion, he ripped her swimsuit down to
her crotch.  Kiko screamed out of surprise but was silenced as Hogan stuffed
his bandana down her mouth.  She struggled and out of Macho man's arms and even
managed to stand up, but Kevin was right on top of her.  He picked her up and
threw her right back on the floor.  

	As Kiko tried to regain her senses, the Giant and Macho man held her down.
Hogan stepped right over her and started spraying paint onto her chest.  Kiko
felt the cold wetness of the paint on her nude chest.  First the N, followed by
a W and Hogan then painted a O circling her right breast.  She tried to scream
through her gag at this outrage but all that came out was a muffle.

	"Now toss her unto the bed and let's see how she what she's going to do when
Hollywood's Hulkamania cock runs wild on her!!!" said Hogan.

	Kiko's outrage faded as they picked her up.  Maybe all this silly wrestling
shit will be worth it when the fucking starts.  She had planned to fuck them
all then cripple them, but she hadn't counted on them being so tough.  She also
hadn't counted on them being so looney.  Kiko usually didn't let herself get
kicked around, but she decided to give Hogan one last chance before she killed
him.

	They had her on her stomach on the bed.  To her complete surprise, one of them
produced a pair of cuffs and locked her hands behind her back.  The Giant
pushed was pinning her down with one hand on her back and arms.  Kiko was
immobilized and gasping with the gag in her mouth.  Hogan took a firm grip on
each boot and uncrossed her legs like it was an old T-shirt.

	Like a monster, Hogan's hips smashed into her ass.  The force nearly knocked
Kiko off the bed but strangely, she didn't feel anything.  His hips and
overdeveloped thighs crashed into Kiko and she thought she felt a small twinge
in her ninjabox.  She could tell by the repeated thrusts and the painful way
Hogan was gripping her legs that he was having fun, but she sure as hell
couldn't feel anything.

	She tried to squirm to take a look but Giant was holding her down too hard.
Hogan was speeding up and Kiko began to feel a small tiny poke as he performed.
 She looked to macho man and Kevin sitting at the table and noticed they were
giggling.  She noticed a mirror behind them and saw what was so funny.  Hogan's
cock was unbelievably tiny as it slid in and out of her.  
	
	Kiko screamed silently into the gag at this injustice.  The one groupie fuck
Kiko gets, and it's from some asshole who's cock has been killed by steroids!
She tried to escape by twisting and turning but the Giant had a firm grip on
her.  Her wet and horny sex was driven mad by this tiny teasing.  She was
bound, her legs were bruised and the sounds of Hogan grunting were all making
her so wet but that puny cock couldn't even begin to satisfy her.

	Suddenly Hogan stopped, and pulled out of her.  She felt like she was part of
a bad porno movie as he jerked off onto her back.  She felt his hot trickle
land between her ass.  She tried to calm down by counting how many ways she
could break his knees and found it had a soothing effect.  Kiko didn't mind
getting bondage-fucked, but only if it was done right.

	"All right!"  Hogan said, very proud of himself.  Kevin and Macho man did a
good job of not laughing as Hogan walked by them with his one inch cock
swinging in the wind.  

	"You guys get the hell out of my room."  Hogan yelled.  "I want to watch some
of my old movies before I go to bed.  Take the bitch with you."

	The Giant picked her up by the arms and slung her over her shoulder.

	"I'll keep her tonight, unless you two have a problem?" he threatened.

	Kevin and Macho man declined.

	"If this asshole is as bad a fuck as Hogan," Kiko thought, "then the NWO will
be lucky to survive the night!"  

	  

	
	  

To be continued,


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