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                                     Batgirl & Friends
                                            by DMC
                                       dmcgraw@avana.net

Part One & Two!

Barbara Gordon only had an hour for her lunch break from the
library but today instead of eating she planned to visit the new
Lingerie Shop she had noticed just around the corner. She loved
wearing sexy lingerie under the plain business suit that was in
order at the library. Barbara opened the door to the shop and
immediately noticed how many mannequins this somewhat small
store contained. They almost completely lined the walls and front
window was full of them. There were even mannequins on
top of some of the display racks. It seemed like overkill to her, but
as she looked closer at some of them she noticed that they
were extremely life-like and no two were the same. It was as if each
one was custom made. The only other customer in the
shape was a tall blonde standing with her back to Barbara. As the
blonde turned around Barbara was momentarily stunned by
how incredibly beautiful this woman was. The blonde noticing
Barbara's stare turned and walked back towards the dressing
rooms, just before she entered the room she looked back at
Barbara, cocked her head towards the room and winked.
Barbara was just getting used to her feelings about other women and
the thought of making it with the blonde stranger excited
her. She looked around and grabbed a bra off the closest rack and
hurried back towards the dressing rooms. Before she
entered the dressing area she looked around the store and saw there
was only one disinterested looking clerk and all those
mannequins. Clutching the bra she stepped into the dressing room.
What she found was a brightly lit corridor with several stalls
on each side. The stalls were closed off with curtains, all the way to
the floor and she could not tell which one the blonde was
in. Barbara started to walk down the corridor when suddenly a hand
reached from behind one of the curtains and pulled her
into the stall. It was the blonde and before Barbara could say
anything the blonde kissed her fiercely, Barbara couldn't talk if
she wanted to but right now talk was the furthest thing from her
mind. The blonde back off slightly and whispered into
Barbara's ear "I only have a few minutes, let's make this quick".
Barbara could only stand back as the blonde practically ripped
off her business suit and started on Barbara's clothes, in seconds
both women were stripped down to there lingerie. This
woman must do this a lot, thought Barbara as the blonde was
already working on Barbara's pussy with her tongue. Oh god,
she just started and I'm ready to come. After what seemed like
minutes but was in reality only seconds the blonde had Barbara
on the brink of ecstasy, Barbara had never been around anyone who
turned her on like that. Barbara tried to hold on but had
her first orgasm. She started having second thoughts, maybe this
isn't good, it's all happening to fast and she grabbed her
clothes and darted out of the stall. She paused briefly in the corridor
to get dressed and left the dressing area. She wanted to
get out of the store as soon as she could. The sales clerk noticed
Barbara leaving and called out "hey, you went in there with a
bra and I didn't see you come out with one, where is it?" Barbara
mumbled something about the woman in the third stall has it.
The sales clerk asked Barbara to wait while she checked. A few
minutes later the clerk emerged from the dressing room with
the bra "well here is the bra but I didn't see any woman in there with
it." "How can that be, I just saw her there" Barbara said.
"Look for yourself" the clerk replied. Barbara walked back to the
dressing room and pulled back the curtain on the stall she
was just in. Empty, no trace of the blonde woman. Maybe she was
mistaken so Barbara pulled back the curtains on all the
stalls and they were all empty. "Is there another exit?" Barbara
asked the clerk. "Only through the front" was the reply. Barbara
didn't know what to think, she had to get back to work but she didn't
imagine the blonde and was curious what happened to
her. She decided right then that she needed to visit this shop again,
later tonight and not as Barbara Gordon, but as Batgirl.

Picking the lock on the back door to the shop was easy for Batgirl.
She entered the dimly lit backroom and noticed that it was
full of mannequins as well, between the store and the backroom
there were hundreds of them. What she saw next took her
breath away, it was a mannequin but looked exactly like the blonde
woman from this afternoon. Barbara felt the mannequins
breasts and they were firm and hard, solid in fact. She touched the
mannequins cheek, it was cold and hard. Feelings from this
afternoon were coming back to her and she leaned forward and
kissed the mannequin on the lips, there was something familiar
about the way they felt but just like her cheek they were cold and
hard. Whomever runs this place did something to this woman
and I've got to find out, thought Batgirl. "I guess the best place to
start would be the dressing room". Batgirl entered the stall
where she had been earlier and looked around. She hadn't noticed
this afternoon how large it really was, much bigger than any
other dressing room she had been in before. Other than the size
there wasn't anything else that looked out of the ordinary, just
your standard mirror, bench and a hook on the wall. Out of habit she
grabbed the hook and gave it a slight tug. At that instant a
small dart struck her left breast, she glanced down and saw the red
tip on the end of the dart and that was the last thing she
saw. Batgirl's knees buckled almost immediately and she hit the
floor hard. Seconds later the floor tilted up to one side and
Batgirl's limp body was dumped into the darkness below.

Batgirl's body slid down a long incline until it was dumped out into a
large net. A woman walked over and picked up the
sleeping superhero and layed her down on polished metal table. She
then proceeded to strip away Batgirl's costume, the boots
went first, then the gloves, followed by the body suit and finally the
mask. The woman was slightly amused to see that Batgirl
didn't wear anything under her costume.

She carried the costume over to a mannequin that was propped up
against the wall and spent a few moments dressing it up in
Batgirl's clothes. The woman walked back to the table and pressed a
button on one side and metal brackets emerged from the
four corners. She secured Batgirl's ankles and wrists to these so the
crimefight was tied spread-eagle to the table. The first part
of Batgirl's body she would work on were the feet, perfect straight
toes "good won't have to work on those much" thought the
woman. She did notice some calluses on the bottoms of Batgirl's
feet but taking a small stone quickly filed those away.

She then went to work on the toes, quickly removing any polish from
the nails and giving Batgirl a pedicure. Once finished with
the feet the woman moved to Batgirl's hands, they were perfect all
she had to do was remove that purple fingernail polish. She
then pried open Batgirl's mouth and checked her teeth, nothing out
of the order there but then again they didn't have to be
perfect since where she was going she would ever have to be
opening her mouth. The women then got some shaving cream
and starting with the legs covered Batgirl in the substance, all the
way up to the neck. First she carefully shaved away all of the
hair in the pubic region then removed all the body hair from Batgirl's
legs, torso and arms. Once done with that she carefully
removed all facial hair including Batgirl's eye brows. The woman
release Batgirl from the brackets and flipped her over on her
stomach and rescued her to the brackets. She then proceeded to
remove all of the body hair from that side of Batgirl's body.
Once she was satisfied with that she prepared and enema and made
sure Batgirl was good and flushed out. She turned Batgirl
over once more and forcing a tube down her throat emptied the
contents of her stomach. It was now time to clean up. Batgirl
was release from the table and her wrists were tied to a chain
leading up to a pulley on the ceiling, the women hoisted Batgirl up
off the table and moved the whole pulley system across the room.
Recessed into the floor was a large bubbling vat and Batgirl
was lower up to her neck into the liquid. She was left there for only a
moment while the woman hosed off the table. When
Batgirl was pulled out her body was spotless. She was pulled back
over to the table tied back down. The woman would have
to clean her face by hand. First she dipped a rag in the vat and
wiped Batgirl's face, any makeup Batgirl was wearing was
instantly removed. With cleanup complete it was time for the real
business to begin.

Batgirl was once again hoisted up by the pulley but this time was
lead to a strange framework assembly. The woman lowered
Batgirl into the frame. Batgirl's feet were placed on two platforms
and the woman adjusted a few knobs and Batgirl's feet were
forced into an exaggerated high heel position. The woman thought
for a moment "hmm so your a superhero, I guess we need to
put you in an appropriate position". More and more parts of Batgirl's
body were fixed to the frame until she was standing with
her feet spread, hands on hips and one hip thrust out. The fasteners
on the frame held every part of Batgirl's body in the exact
place the woman wanted it. It finally came time to position Batgirl's
head, the woman had Batgirl looking off into the distance
over one shoulder. "It looks like your ready" said the woman "you
need to be awake for the final part!" With that she took a
hypodermic needle and thrust it into Batgirl's arm. The unconscious
superhero started to come around and finally awoke but
I'm sure if you asked her she might have wanted to stay under
instead of seeing what was about to happen to her.

Batgirl's eyes slowly came into focus. Even before she could see
she knew she was in trouble, she could not move any part of
her body, not even her fingers or toes, everything seemed to be
locked down. As things became clearer she could see another
woman cross her field of view, it was the sales clerk from the
lingerie shop. Batgirl remembered now, she had gone to the shop
to find out what happened to the blonde woman she shared a
moment with that seemed so long ago. The woman was staring
right into Batgirl's face now. "I'll bet you are curious what I'm going to
do with you" she said. Batgirl tried to speak but soon
found out that she couldn't open her mouth, like the rest of her body
it was constrained by some unseen force. "Don't try to talk
honey, it's quite impossible" the woman said. "First of all let me
introduce myself, my name is Miss Francine, maker of fine
lingerie and even finer mannequins" the woman said. "I'll bet you
have already figured out why my mannequins are so life-like
haven't you?" "But what I'm sure you don't know is how I've been
able to get away with it for so long, let me show you". Miss
Francine turned the frame and Batgirl slightly to the right and Batgirl
saw a large ray gun that looked like it was right out of a
1950's sci-fi movie. On top of this weapon was a large clear cylinder
and inside the cylinder was a mannequin dressed in
Batgirl's costume. It suddenly became clear to Batgirl what was
about to happen. She was going to trade places with the
mannequin in the tube. "Figure it out yet" said Miss Francine. "I'm
sure you have but let me give you the details anyway". "You
see after a few minutes of my transfer ray and you will be
mannequinized, it's quite painless and quite permanent". "In addition
your life force will be transferred to my friend in the chamber on top.

"No one will miss you because she will become you, an exact match
in every detail except one, I control her mind. She will be
the new Batgirl and you who were once Batgirl will always and
forever be transformed into cold hard plastic.". "How can this
be happening" thought Batgirl, she remembered how cold and hard
the blonde mannequin was and she shuddered at the
thought that soon she will be the same way, with no possible escape,
nobody will even know she is missing. "Oh yes" said Miss
Francine "there is one more thing to tell you. After I captured you I
made a few phone calls and arranged you sale to a certain"
glancing down at a receipt "Catwoman!!" "I'm sure she will think of
all kinds of interesting things to do with your body." "What
a fiend" thought Batgi rl, she was doomed and she knew it if only
she could move some part of her body there would be some
hope but any movement was impossible. Miss Francine walked over
to the transfer ray and turned it one. "You have about
thirty seconds while it warms up for any last thoughts, I'd make them
good ones because they will be your last". Miss Francine
walked out of Batgirl's sight and all Batgirl could think of was the
blonde mannequin, would she be able to feel anything after
being transformed? She could hear the humming coming from the
transfer ray getting louder and louder until finally there was a
bright flash. At first Batgirl felt a coldness in her fingers and toes,
this soon changed to numbness and was spreading all over her
body. Bit by bit she could no longer feel anything and after a few
seconds even her eye sight started to go away. Everything just
started to get cloudy until she could no longer see. Her brain
continued to register feeling for a few moments after her eye sight
went away but soon even that stopped.

Miss Francine turned off the transfer ray and opened the cylinder,
out stepped the new Batgirl. She motioned over towards
what used to be Batgirl, now transformed into a mannequin and told
her new creation "get her out of that frame and bring her
over here". The new Batgirl walked over to the mannequinized
Batgirl and looked into her eyes, nothing but cold hard plastic.
She released the mannequin and herself and Miss Francine spent a
few moments painting on new eye brows, putting on
makeup and painting the finger and toe nails of the mannequinized
Batgirl. They were just finishing when a buzzer went off. Miss
Francine let her visitor in by way of the secret basement entrance
and in walked Catwoman. She walked over to the mannequin
and studied it intently for several minutes "purrrfect, I'll have so
much fun with you". Catwoman, Miss Francine and the new
Batgirl went upstairs to the lingerie shop to finalize the sale and get
some clothes for the mannequin. The returned a few minutes
later with a bra and panty set along with a garter belt and stockings.
"I got you purple since it's your favorite color" said
Catwomen to the mannequin even though she knew she could hear
anything. The three women quickly dressed the mannequin
in the lingerie then Catwomen picked up her new prize and left. Her
laughter could be heard echoing in the basement for
several minutes after she left.

Part 2

Catwoman came again, she couldn't remember how many times she
had done that since getting home last night with her new
toy. She looked up from her bed at the statue standing against the
far wall of her bedroom and she could feel herself getting
excited again. Getting off the bed Catwoman walked over to the
mannequin. It was perfect, Batgirl in every detail. Well it
should be perfect because it was in fact Batgirl, transformed from
living breathing tissue to cold hard plastic. How Catwoman
had dreamt of this day, Batgirl out of her hair forever. She would
probably keep the mannequin around for awhile until she got
tired of it then she would have it cut up and destroyed, thereby
driving the final nail in Batgirl's coffin. That was for later not
now, now Catwoman was still incredibly turned on by the site of her
frozen foe. She slipped her hands under the mannequin's
bra and felt the rock hard breasts, put a hand down the mannequin's
panties and tried to imagine what was there just a few
hours earlier. Maybe that Francine bitch will let me test drive her
new Batgirl sometime thought Catwoman. That thought her
over the edge, she quickly moved her hands to her own crotch and
the slightest touch on her pussy lips brought about another
orgasm. Catwoman looked down at the cum running down her legs
and thought it was amazing how much of that stuff she
could produce. She rubbed her already sticky hands up and down
inside her thighs then rubbed her cum soaked hands all over
the mannequin's face. Yet another humiliation for Batg irl, as if being
turned into a statue wasn't bad enough but now her face
was literly drenched in Catowman's juices. Catwomen stepped back
and admired her handy work, and decided it was time to
get rid of the purple lingerie. It's really time I get you dressed in
something a little more appropriate and disappeared into a
closet. A few moments later she returned with a black body suit and
some boots. She stripped the mannequin and started
pulling on the bodysuit, "I hope you like this it's one of my favorites"
she whispered into the mannequin's ear. Catwoman
finished with the body suit and forced the boots onto the
mannequin's feet. She then laid the mannequin down on her bed, "I
have to go now, I hope you are comfortable", and she left the room.

Catwoman entered Miss Francine's shop through the same
basement entrance she used last night but today she had other
business in mind. She walked into the large well lit basement and
noticed Miss Francine standing by the large frame on the
other side of the room. Miss Francine was obviously working on
something important and merely waved Catwoman over. As
Catwoman walked closer to the frame she was able to study it in
greater detail, it appeared to contain a whole series of belts,
pulleys, buckles and straps. But what caught her attention the most
was the woman that was currently being fastened into the
frame. She could only see the woman from behind but what she
could see she liked. Catwoman walked around to the front of
the framework and looked at the woman's face. Her head was held
securely in place and in her unconscious state looked
totally at peace. All of the woman's facial hair had been removed but
her shoulder length brown hair was perfectly arranged.
Even without any makeupon the woman looked familiar to
Catwoman, "don't I know her?" she asked Miss Francine. "Do you
ever watch the six o'clock news" replied Miss Francine. "Of course,
that's Sally Brown, that pesky investigative reporter who
always seems to get in everyone else's business." Catwoman said.
"Well she got into mine recently," commented Miss Francine
as she fastened the last strap "she was awfully curious why my
mannequins were so life-like. I offered her a tour of my facilities
and the stupid little bitch jumped at the chance." "What about her
camera crew?" asked Catwoman. "She just brought one
other person with her" Miss Francine said and motioned over to the
corner of the room. Catwoman looked in the corner and
saw another mannequin. She walked over and examined it more
closely, if Catwoman was guessing right this mannequin was all
that was left of poor Miss Brown's camera crew.The mannequin was
short, barely over five feet tall and was rather stocky. It's
blonde hair was cut short,kind of butch looking. Catwoman felt the
mannequin's breasts and c ouldn't help but remember how
Batgirl's breasts felt earlier that day. She looked into the
mannequin's eyes and received the same cold, blank, faraway look
that she had seen previously with Batgirl. "What are you going to do
with this one?" Catwoman asked Miss Francine. "I don't
know, she doesn't really fit in with the rest of the mannequin's I have
in the store, I guess I'll offer her for sale I'm sure she will fit
someone's needs." What a pity, thought Catwoman, she's so young
and her only mistake was working for that bitchSally
Brown. The two woman walked over to the unconscious and secured
bound Sally Brown. Catwoman thought it must have
taken hours to put her in that frame. "I have a couple more
preparations to make, please feel free to take a closer look but
please do not change any of the settings" Miss Francine said.
Catwoman began to examining Sally Brown's body, it was
standing with one leg slightly ahead of the other and one arm was
held out as if she was pointing at something. The other arm
hung down by her side. Sally's feet were at an odd angle, it was as if
she was standing on her toes and speaking of her toes
they seemed to be pressed together awfully tight, there were no
gaps there at all. Each part of Sally's body was held by some
sort of strap or cable, even each individual finger was held in place
by several small wires so the hand was in exactly the
position Miss Francine wanted. Catwoman was impressed by the
attention to detail and only wished she had been able to see
Batgirl in this state last night. Miss Francine walked over to Sally
and pressed a needle into her neck, Sally's eyes opened
almost immediately. She looked dazed and confused. Miss Francine
placed a hand on Sally's cheek, "you were so curious
about my mannequins, so nosy about my operations. Well I've
decided to show you how it all works from the inside, you will
become one of my mannequins!!" Sally could not believe what she
was hearing, this reporting business seemed like so much
fun. Getting to pry into other peoples affairs and then broadcast
them all over the nation. She never considered other people's
feelings, but now it looked like she bit off more than she could chew.
She heard a humming noise but wasn't sure where it was
coming from or what it meant, only that it was getting lo uder. A
brilliant light flashed in her eyes and her body began to grow
numb. Sally wasn't sure what was happening to her but she knew the
end was near. Catwoman watched this scene with total
amazement. Sally Brown's body transformed before her eyes, she
could actually see her skin appear to change. It started at her
extremities and slowly moved around her body. The head was last,
there was some feeling, some emotion in Sally's eyes earlier
but they gradually went away until now there was nothing but the
blank stare that Catwoman had come to recognize.
Catwoman was so wrapped up in watch Sally's demise that she
totally missed the other transformation going on that room as
the mannequin in the glass cylinder attached to the transformer ray
came to life. Miss Francine released the new Sally Brown
from the chamber and told her to take the body out of the frame and
prepare it for display, Miss Francine would be along later
to help after she concluded her business with Catwoman.

"What else can I possibly do for you today?" Miss Francine asked
Catwomen. "I need Batgirl to help me with another troublesome
superhero,
I'm sure you've heard of her, Wonder Woman." Miss Francine
thought about
this for a few moments and replied "I don't see any problems there,
do
you want her to be in the same state that I delivered Batgirl?"
Catwoman
was adamant "No I want her delivered intact to my secret hideout, I
have
my own plans for her. Of course I will pay full price even though I
want
to finish with her myself." Miss Francine agreed that this was
possible
and she knew just the way to trap WonderWoman. She was
disappointed that
Wonder Woman would not be added to her collection but Catwoman
was the
customer and Miss Francine aimed to please.

Diana Prince awoke with a start, why did that damn emergency
beeper always go off right just when she started to sleep
soundly. She looked at the secret code in the display, it was Batgirl. I
wonder what she has gotten herself into Diana thought as
she got up and went to the closet. In seconds she was dressed and
ready to go. She gripped her super transmitter and called
Batgirl. "Hey, what's up?" she asked. The voice on the other side of
the phone asked her to if she knew where a certain lingerie
shop was. Yes, I know the place," replied Wonder Woman. Batgirl
explained how to enter through the secret basement
entrance, and to please hurry she was in awful trouble. "Be right
there" Wonder Woman replied and hurried out the door.

Wonder Woman was not sure what to expect as she entered the
basement. It was brightly lit but there were lots of shadows
along the sides of the room the she would have to watch. As she
inched her way along the wall her foot touched something, she
bent down to pick it up. It was one of Batgirl's boots, "Oh Barbara,
what have you gotten yourself into?" thought Wonder
Woman. She looked around and noticed several other pieces of
Batgirl's costume strewn around the basement. She also saw
the large frame right in the center of the room and there appeared to
be someone tied to it. Wonder Woman cautiously made
her way up to the frame and saw Batgirl, stripped naked and bound
to the frame. A large red ball gag was wedged into
Batgirl's mouth. Wonder Woman quickly untied Batgirl and pulled
her off the frame. Batgirl loosened the gag and hugged
Wonder Woman, "let's get out of here quick, you don't know what
they do to people down here" she told Wonder Woman.
Batgirl did not want to let Wonder Woman go she just kept holding
on, "take it easy, you are safe now, we'll get out of here in
just a minute" Wonder Woman said. She held Batgirl and looked to
see if there was anything in the room that may provide
some clues towards what Batgirl was talking about. Distracted by her
search Wonder Woman did not see the needle in
Batgirl's hand, the first indication of danger was when Batgirl
plunged the needle into Wonder Woman's shoulder. Wonder
Woman wanted to scream but couldn't, whatever was in the needle
sure acted fast. She could open her mouth but nothing
came out. She had to get out of there but she couldn't feel her legs.
Wonder Woman could feel Batgirl pulling away from her
but could neither hold on to her or follow her. She had fallen for a
trap and now was at the mercy of … Batgirl? While she was
trying to sort these events out in her head Wonder Woman felt
another sharp pain, this time in her other shoulder. Whoever
was doing this to her really wanted to make sure Wonder Woman
wasn't going anywhere. Miss Francine had administered the
second shot to Wonder Woman and now stepped in front of the
paralyzed Amazon. "Hello and welcome to my place of
business Wonder Woman. If you are curious what I sell here all you
need to know right now is I intend to sell you." Wonder
Woman could feel her chest muscles tighten and it was hard to get
enough air. "Let me explain what I've done to you Wonder
Woman," Miss Francine went on "the drug I've given you is a
muscle paralyser I spent years developing. You will not be able
to move and your heart and lungs will only work enough to keep
your brain alive. The rest of you body will gradually harden
over time, I'm afraid it is a very slow and painful death unless the
antidote is administered within 48 hours. Fortunately for you,
you will be at your new home long before then but I'm afraid it will be
some time before you operate at peak strength again."
Wonder Woman's head was reeling, she could seem to get enough
air and it felt as if her chest was about to burst. She could
no longer move her eyes but she could still see straight ahead. All of
her other senses were working normally or maybe at an
even higher state now. She could feel the two women in the room
pulling off her costume and then she felt the vibrator. If only
she could move, if she could close her legs, but she couldn't. All she
could do was stand there as Miss Francine worked the
vibrator around her inner thighs and on her pussy lips. When the
vibrator was force inside her Wonder Woman thought her
head was going to explode, she had never felt anything like it. All of
the sensations were increased ten fold but she had no
release, the muscles in her vagina were paralyzed as well. Miss
Francine pulled the vibrator out and wiped it's tip on Wonder
Woman's lips, "that's all for you now, more than a few minutes and
you will be driven mad by the sensations." "Should I take
her to the customer new?" asked Batgirl. "No we have some time I'd
like to play with this one tomorrow, we'll ship her out
tomorrow night." Replied Miss Francine. "Good night Wonder
Woman" and Miss Francine gave her a kiss on the cheek. The
two women left the basement but not before turning out the lights.
The darkness was complete and it only added to Wonder
Woman's sense of helplessness, she could only stand there unable
to move and unable to see with the taste of her own cum on
her lips and could only ponder what was in store for her in the
morning. It would be a long night.

The next morning Miss Francine and one of her assistants dressed
Wonder Woman up in a sheer bodystocking and nothing
else. They then posed her with her legs spread and her hands on her
hips. They carried Wonder Woman out into the store and
placed her in the display window looking out on the busy sidewalk.
Wonder Woman could see enough of her reflection in the
glass to know that she was not in for a good day. She was for all
intents and purposes naked and standing in a store window
on the busiest street in town. She was barely there a few minutes
she noticed the first people pass, oh please don't let anyone I
know see me like this thought Wonder Woman. The morning went
by slowly and several people stopped in front of Wonder
Woman for longer and longer periods of time. Finally in what had to
be early afternoon, but she really could not track the time,
a female police officer stopped in front of the window. She was
walking her beat and noticed a larger than normal crowd in
front of the lingerie shop. "Move along people, nothing to see here"
she cried, and stopped to look in the window. That damn
Miss Francine, I keep telling her not to put naked mannequins in her
store front and she stormed into the shop. "OK Francine
let's get the tall black hairdo one out of the window" the police officer
said. "Sorry but she was just so beautiful I wanted
everyone to see her" replied Francine, "we'll take her out right away.
And two of Francine's assistants pulled Wonder Woman
out of the store front and set her back by the dressing room. "This is
your last warning" the police officer said as she walked
over to Wonder Woman. Francine was right, this was a particularly
beautiful mannequin. She stared at the mannequin for a few
more seconds then on a whim ran her night stick between it's legs, it
came out wet. "What the…" was all the police office could
get out before needle entered her body. She was out like a light and
the two assistants dragged her off towards the basement.
Wonder Woman had been able to see the whole thing, it happened
right in front of her. The poor police officer, she may have
been my last chance to help but now because of me I don't know
what will happen to her. Miss Francine dragged Wonder
Woman back into the dressing rooms for what she called a new
look. Wonder Woman was dressed in a flimsy see through bra
and a pair of crotchless pantyhose and no panties. Her pussy was
exposed for everyone to see. Miss Francine dragged her
back to a secluded part of the store and propped her against the wall
right in front of a mirror. Wonder Woman could do
nothing but stare at herself in the mirror, she could neither look away
or close her eyes. After some time Miss Francine and
another woman came back, they were dragging a mannequin behind
them. They stood the mannequin up right in front of
Wonder Woman, "look familiar" asked Miss Francine? It was the
police officer, they had turned her into a mannequin. The
police officer was frozen in place with her legs together and one arm
held out to the side and slightly to the front. Her hand was
about even with Wonder Woman's crotch. They moved the police
office next to Wonder Woman and placed a large dildo in
her hand. They shoved the other end into Wonder Woman's pussy,
"you liked the night stick so much I thought I'd give you a
little treat for the rest of the day" said Miss Francine. "The device
resting inside you right now is attached to a timer, every five
minutes you get stimulation for five seconds. Doesn't sound like
much but trust me you won't enjoy it." Miss Francine hung a
clock on the mirror, right in Wonder Woman's line of sight so
Wonder Woman would be able to tell exactly when the next jolt
will come. Wonder Woman looked at the clock, it was three o'clock
and the store closes at five. That means she would only
have to endure twenty four orgasms in a two hour period, she didn't
know if she was up to it. The minute hand reached the one
and the first five second shock exploded in Wonder Woman's mind,
five seconds seemed like an eternity since she couldn't
move a muscle. She was almost recove red from the first when the
second came, it seemed more intense than the first. And so
it went, after the first hour Wonder Woman couldn't tell when one
shock ended and the next one started, by five o'clock she
couldn't even focus her eyes on the clock. "Pull that thing out of her
and clean her up, it's time she met her new owner" Miss
Francine told her assistants. The two assistants removed the dildo
from Wonder Woman's pussy and carried her down to the
basement. There they stripped her and hosed her down. Once she
was cleaned and dried they dressed her back in her
Wonder Woman costume and waited for Miss Francine. Several
minutes later Miss Francine arrived with Batgirl, she told
Batgirl "go ahead and deliver this to Catwoman, she'll be expecting
you." Catwoman! Thought Wonder Woman, is she behind
all this? Wonder Woman had a feeling that as bad as this day was
everything was about to get much worse.

Batgirl waited at the door to the abandon warehouse just like she
was told, next to her was a large shipping crate. It had been
tough lugging this around but Catwoman was specific, she must
come alone. The door opened a crack and then once the
identity of the caller was confirmed it opened the rest of the way.
Two women Batgirl had not seen before came out and hauled
the box inside, Batgirl followed. The box was placed in the center of
a small room, the mannequinized Batgirl was in the same
room and one wall was almost complete covered by what looked like
white paper. Catwoman pried the box open, removed
the packing materials and found the paralyzed Wonder Woman. "I
thought I told you I didn't want her like this" she said to
Batgirl. "Wait a minute," Batgirl replied and she took out a syringe
and injected Wonder Woman in the arm. Wonder Woman
immediately fell out of the box and onto the floor, the antidote
released her from the paralysis as quickly as the original drupe
had paralyzed her. As Wonder Woman lay on the floor she gasped
for air, her arms and legs felt like Jell-O, her will was gone
all she wanted to do was rest. But she couldn't she had to fight back,
she tried to get up but couldn't her arms and legs were
useless. Catwoman removed one of her boots and stuck her
stocking foot in WondeR Woman's face, "kiss the foot of you new
master, you worthless, pathetic bitch!" "Never" replied WondeR
Woman. That brought about a swift kick in the stomach and
WondeR Woman doubled over in pain. Catwoman walked over to
the mannequinized Batgirl and called out to WondeR
Woman, "doesn't she look familiar?" WondeR Woman had trouble
focusing her eyes but finally could see the figure standing
next to Catwoman looked just like Barbara Gordon, wait it didn't look
like Barbara, it was Barbara. That would explain a lot
about last night since WondeR Woman was one of the few people
that knew Barbara's secret, that Barbara Gordon and
Batgirl were one and the same. Miss Francine and Catwoman must
have turned the real Batgirl into a statue and replaced her
with a replica. "That's right Wonder Bitch this is the real Batgirl, I
had her preserved and brought her, to my trophy room"
gushed Catwoman. "Until now she has been alone, the prize of my
collection but she is about to get company, girls put
WondeR Woman on the wall." Catwoman's two helper hefted
WondeR Woman up and literally threw against the white wall.
To Wonder Woman's suprise she stuck fast, not only stuck but she
felt as if she was sinking into the wall. "Feels strange
doesn't it Bitch" exclaimed Catwoman. "What are you doing to me,
what is happening to my body" cried Wonder Woman as
she seemed to sink further and further into the wall, "I'm sinking!"
"You aren't sinking at all Wonder Woman," Catwomen said
"you are merely being relieved of your third dimension." "You fiend"
exclaimed Wonder Woman as she tried to free herself
from the wall. "Go ahead and fight all you want Wonder Woman it
just make this all the more enjoyable. I paid a lot for this
material and once it has you there is no escape. Catwoman was
right, Wonder Woman thought, she couldn't get away,
especially in her weakened state. Wonder Woman could feel her
arms and legs being moved, she was being posed with her
hands on her hips and her legs spread. She could feel her chin raise
slightly and even though she had no control over any of her
muscles a big smile came across her face. "I thought that would be
an appropriate way for you to look for the rest of eternity"
Catwoman said as she placed a mirror in front of Wonder Woman,
"here now you can watch too" Wonder Woman was
shocked at what she saw in the mirror, she could see herself against
the wall but it was as if she was about three quarters inside
the wall, there just didn't seem to be any depth to her body. The
feeling was very similar to last night, she could see and hear
everything that was going on around her but this time she couldn't
feel anything. All she could do was stare at the mirror, stare
at her own smiling face. She couldn't make out any depth in her
body at all now, s he looked as if she was one with the wall.
Catwoman stepped in front of Wonder Woman "comfy? I sure hope
so because you will be like this for a very long time."
Catwomen removed the mirror, which was a relief to Wonder
Woman, at least she wouldn't have to stare at her self. She could
see the mannequinized Batgirl off to the right, almost out of her field
of vision. They were dressing her in a Batgirl costume.
Seeing the mannequin dressed as Batgirl increased the feeling odd
despair in Wonder Woman. She and Batgirl were indeed
trophies in the possession of Catwoman and neither of them could
escape on their own. What evil plans does Catwoman have
now that her only obstacles are mannequinzed and pressed into
wallpaper? Only time will tell.

MORE TO COME!

by DMC

dmcgraw@avana.net

PART 3...

Mike could not believe what he was looking at. He had been a cop
for seventeen years and Kris had been his partner for the
last six. He knew he could recognize her anywhere and here she
was,in this dress shop as a mannequin. It looked exactly like
her but it couldn't be her, could it? Hadn't she just brought him to the
shop? But still the resemblance was amazing. Mike
reached up and touched the mannequin's face and then let his hand
slip down to her breasts, they were hard. Mike looked
back and saw Kris walking over. She was with her roommate, some
tall redhead with some name Mike just couldn't
remember. He always wondered if they were more than just
roommates. Kris approached, "looks real familiar, doesn't it". "It's
unbelievable" Mike replied. The redhead seeing Mike's confusion
offered, "the owner of the store has all of the mannequin's
custom made, they all are modeled after real people. Here look at
this one," she lead Mike to the other side of the display.
Mike looked at that mannequin and saw a perfect replica of the
redhead herself. "Once Kris saw this I was able to convince
her to pose herself," said the redhead as she looked back as Kris.
Kris winked at the redhead, she knew the real truth. That
she had been replicated first and had taken her roommate on a
lingerie shopping spree that she would never return from. Kris
thought it was fun teasing Mike like this. There was no way he could
see the real picture, that he was looking at his
mannequinized partner. She felt something inside of her and wished
she could take her new redhead friend home right now and
fuck her brains out, but they both had a job to do. Kris her
mannequin double a kiss on the cheek and said, "lets go we have to
get back to work". "Right behind you" replied Mike and they left the
store. The redhead decided to change the clothes on the
two mannequins before her. She dragged them both to the back
room and stripped them both. She dressed her own double in
a pair of black pantyhose, black leather mini-skirt and white top. She
then dug through the costume closet until she came up
with a police uniform for Kris. She dressed Kris in the uniform and
then adjusted the arms on her mannequin double until they
were behind it's back. She looked as it's wrists were in a pair of
handcuffs. "My such kinky games you lovers play, and I have
just the place for you to play them." She moved the two mannequins
to the front window. She liked the thought of all of their
friends walking by each day and seeing these two, passing with
scarcely a second look. Not knowing who was real and who
was the fake. She really wished the day was over, she had a need
that only Kris could scratch.

Meanwhile at the library Barbara Gordon was pushing a cart full of
books when she saw the woman again. She had noticed
her several times before and was looking for the proper excuse to
introduce herself. The woman was very tall and ordinary
looking at first glance but as Barbara looked closer she could see
something else. Her skin was perfect and the bone structure
of her face was flawless, if only she took better care of herself
Barbara thought. The woman looked up and was embarrassed
to see Barbara staring at her. "Don't be shy" Barbara said "my name
is Barbara Gordon and I've seen you here before." "Hi,
my name is Mary Scott, and yes I do come here often, I'm new to
this town and I don't have any friends so I spend a lot of
time reading" the woman said. "Looking it's almost lunch time, would
you like to join me?" Barbara asked. "Sure, that sounds
good, I don't really have anywhere else to go this afternoon" the
woman replied. "Great, just let me make a quick phone call
and I'll meet you downstairs, maybe we can do some shopping
afterward, I know some great places within walking distance."
"OK" Mary replied and walked towards the exit.

"I have a business proposition for you," explained Catwoman. "This
should be interesting," replied Miss Francine, "let's hear it."
Catwoman passed a sheet of paper over to Miss Francine, "it's very
simple, I've compiled a list of the most powerful people in
the city that we can duplicate with you machine there" Catwoman
said while gesturing towards the transformer ray. "I see a
problem already" replied Miss Francine, "the transformer ray only
works on women." Catowoman thought about this for a
moment "well then we will just have to replace all of the women on
the list, they really run things anyway" "How do you
propose to capture all of these woman?" asked Miss Francine.
"That's the good part," replied Catwoman "you control Batgirl
and everyone trusts her, they will never suspect they are being led
into a trap" "I see" said Miss Francine, "and as we replicate
more women in positions of trust and authority the job will actually
get easier" "Exactly" explained Catwoman, "so your in
then?" "I'll do it on one condition" replied Miss Francine. "And what
would that be" asked Catwoman? "I hear you have done
something particularly nasty with Wonder Woman but I want her
back. "I want to mannequinize her so I will have a copy that is
under my control. Once I have duplicated her you can have the
original back, in mannequized form of course." "Hmm" thought
Catwoman "I kind of like her the way she is but I guess she would
look nice next to Batgirl, sort of like a pair of bookends. All
right, you can have Wonder Woman but there is something I want to
do with her first, it shouldn't take long you should have
her by tomorrow morning." "Good" replied Miss Francine "I'll look
forward to it." "Now who is first on the list" asked
Catwoman? "I think Batgirl's, I mean Barbara Gordon's father's
secretary, I think her name is Bonnie should be our first target"
suggested Miss Francine. "An excellent choice" replied Catwoman
as she got up to leave "until tomorrow then" And Catwoman
left the room.

Not long after Catwoman's exit Barbara Gordon rode the elevator
from the
Lingerie shop down to Miss Francine's workshop. Along with her in
the
elevator was the unconscious body of Mary Scott. The elevator door
opened and Barbara dragged Mary's body into the workshop, placed
it on
one of the work tables and began stripping off Mary's clothes. Miss
Francine entered and took at close look at Mary, "let's see what you
have brought me"? "I found this one at the library" Barbara said.
"We
can take our time with this one, she has no friends or relatives the
will miss her anytime soon" Barbara said as she pulled the last of
Mary's outer garments off. "Good because this one will have to wait"
replied Miss Francine "I have an assignment for you." Miss Francine
went
on to tell Barbara about her plans for Bonnie. "what will we do with
her?" asked Barbara while gesturing towards Mary. "We will keep
her on
ice for now and deal with her when we have more time" replied Miss
Francine. The two women lifted Mary's sleeping body off the table
and
carried it into a small room of the main workshop. The room looked
like
a large walk in freezer but with several individual booths instead of
shelves or racks. Miss Francine opened one of the booths, inside
was a
post with several straps attached. Mary's body was strapped to the
post
she now stood inside the booth. Miss Francine and Barbara left the
chamber and closed the door. Miss Francine pressed a button next
to the
chamber and Barbara noticed a faint mist entering the chamber.
"What are
you doing to her?" asked Barbara. "She is being frozen, until we can
deal with her properly" replied Miss Francine as she left the room.
Barbara lingered for a few moments and looked at Mary's now
frozen body.
Barbara had been able to strip Mary down to her bra, panties and
stockings and wished that she had had more time to do more. She
was
looking forward to being with Mary, but that will have to wait. At least
she will be there when Barbara finished her current assignment.
Frost
began to creep up the glass walls of the booth and Barbara left the
room. Inside the booth the frozen body of Mary Scott slept
peacefully,
unaware of what was in store for her later.

Catwoman walked quickly into her trophy room, she didn't have
much time left and wanted to humiliate Wonder Woman once
more before she had to turn her over to Miss Francine. "About time
you showed up," called a voice from the shadows "nice
toys." Catwoman spun around in time to see Poison Ivy emerge
from behind the door. "Oh I'm so glad you could make it"
exclaimed Catwoman as she embraced Poison Ivy. "What's with
these" Poison Ivy said while gesturing towards the Batgirl
mannequin and Wonder Woman picture? Catwoman explained to
her friend that she was not looking at a picture and statue
but all that remained of Wonder Woman and Batgirl. "Oh my, aren't
you the devious one," said Poison Ivy. Wonder Woman
could sense the other people in the room but they were out of her
field of vision and she couldn't see them. She could tell from
the voice that one was Catwoman and the other voice sounded
familiar but she could not place it. As Wonder Woman was
trying to place the second voice Poison Ivy walked over to Batgirl
and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Poison Ivy, that's the voice I
heard" thought Wonder Woman, I wonder what she is doing here.
Catwoman called to Poison Ivy "I needed you help with
Wonder Woman here. You've heard about the new park opening
downtown haven't you?" "Sure" replied Poison Ivy, "I
thought Wonder Woman was supposed to be at the dedication, I
guess she won't make that." "Oh but she will" Catwoman said
"I just need your help moving her to the park." "Not that" thought
Wonder Woman, wasn't standing in the store window enough
public humiliation for them? Catwoman threw a sheet over Wonder
Woman and Poison Ivy helped her take the helpless
Amazon off the wall. In the darkness Wonder Woman could feel
herself being moved, her only hope was that something would
happen on the way to the park, but she didn't hold out much hope.

Once inside the park Catwoman found what she was looking for
rather quickly. It was a life size mural of Wonder Woman.
Working quickly the removed the mural from it's frame and slid
Wonder Woman's body into the frame in it's place. "Let's get
out of here before people start to show up" Poison Ivy said to
Catwoman. The two villains left the park with the mural, leaving
Wonder Woman trapped in two dimension form in front of what will
soon be a park full of her friends. Wonder Woman
looked out at the scene before her, already people were starting to
file into the park. She could see the podium, not fifty feet
from her, where she was supposed to make the dedication speech.
She wondered who would make it in her place and what
the crowd would think when she doesn't show up. If only they knew
that she was right here, right in front of them. But she
couldn't call out and no one would think that this picture could
actually be the missing Wonder Woman. Other thoughts came to
Wonder Woman's mind, thoughts that made the ceremony unfolding
before her seem trivial. She had not eaten in, she couldn't
tell how long. Time no longer registered with her but she could tell
that if something didn't happen soon it would be to late for
her. Already it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on
anything for more than a few minutes. If she ever got out of this
alive Wonder Woman thought she would need a few weeks on
Paradise Island to recover. She could hear the speeches
starting now and she focused back on the podium. It was the new
mayor, Margaret Fields, Wonder Woman had never seen
her up close and was amazed to see how young she looked, no
more than her mid-thirties tops. The mayor was telling the
crowd that it looked like Wonder Woman must have been detained
somewhere on something important and regrettably they
would have to start without her. "No" Wonder Woman wanted to
scream out, "I'm right here," But no sound came from
Wonder Woman's mouth. She was trapped, dying actually, right
here in front of all these people and they could not help her. A
strong feeling of dispair swept over Wonder Woman's mind and she
could no longer focus on any of the activities going on
around her. She could sense people coming close to her, some
actually touching her, but she was to far gone to care anymore,
all she wanted was some relief and if it meant she had to die then so
be it.

Bonnie had been Commissioner Gordon's secretary for close to
twenty years. Now in her mid forties she couldn't think of
working for anyone else. She had taken great care of her body over
the years and if it wasn't for a few gray hairs she could
easily pass as a woman ten maybe fifteen years younger. The call
from Barbara had been somewhat of a suprise to Bonnie, she
had known Barbara for most of Barbara's life but they were never
really that close. Barbara had suggested they meet for
dinner, something about wanting to talk about her father. Bonnie
agreed to meet Barbara at a small restaurant near the library
right after she got off work. Later that afternoon, after finishing the
last of the reports for the Commissioner, Bonnie got ready
to leave. She straighten ed her conservative business suit and
looked down at her legs, she noticed a run in her pantyhose, "Oh
damn" she thought. Bonnie had always prided herself in her
appearance and while it's possible that nobody would notice the
run, just the thought that it was there would eat away at Bonnie all
night. She tried to remember what stores were close to
restaurant and she remembered a little Lingerie Shop practically
next door. She would stop by the restaurant and explain her
problem to Barbara and then dart over to the Lingerie Shop and
make a quick change, it should only take a few minutes she
thought. Barbara was waiting at the bar when Bonnie walked in.
"Barbara" Bonnie said "I have a slight problem" and gestured
towards her leg. "I wonder if you would mind if I walk next door and
get a new pair, it should only take a few minutes" she
asked. "Not at all" Barbara replied "in fact I'll go with you," this will
be easier than I thought Barbara said to herself. Both
women left the restaurant and walked down to the Lingerie Shop.
Inside the Lingerie Shop Bonnie quickly found a new pair of
pantyhose and asked the woman behind the counter if she could put
them on. Bonnie entered the dressing area and took of her
suit coat, she then kicked off her shoes and pulled down her skirt.
She hung the skirt on the hook on the wall, she didn't notice
the hook bending down slightly. The pressure on the hook caused a
drug tipped dart to be fired into Bonnie's body, it struck
her just above the left breast. The drug's effect was immediate and
Bonnie collapsed on the floor. Unseen motors hummed,
gears turned, the floor tilted and Bonnie's limp body was dumped
into the darkness below. Barbara had already gone down to
the basement and was there to help pull Bonnie out of the netting
and carry her to one of the tables. Miss Francine was there as
Barbara and several other women stripped Bonnie. Miss Francine
began the inspection and was impressed with the condition
of what was obviously an older woman. The other women had
already begun shaving Bonnie when Miss Francine found the
only imperfection, Bonnie's toes showed the effect of wearing high
heels every day for the last twenty years and would have to
be straightened. Miss Francine took a device off the wall and placed
it on Bonnie's right foot and twisted a knob. The sound of
joints cracking and popping was evident in the otherwise quiet
basement. Next the left foot was likewise adjusted, Bonnie
would have a tough time walking right now but Miss Francine had
other plans for Bonnie and walking would not be necessary.
The shaving and clean up was completed and Bonnie's body was
carried to the frame and Miss Francine began the tedious
process of locking Bonnie into place. Barbara looked on as Bonnie
was posed with one hand on her hip and the other
outstretched as if she was pointing at something. She could hardly
wait for this to finish, Barbara had become very familiar with
Bonnie's body as she was helping to prepare it and was looking
forward to dinner and whatever happened next with her
replacement. Miss Francine finished posing Bonnie and gave her an
injection to wake her up. Bonnie's eye fluttered open just in
time to be met by a blinding flash. She never had time to think about
what was happened around her, the numbness began
immediately and quickly worked it's way around her body. In just a
few seconds it was over, a blank, empty stare was on
Bonnie's face, now transformed into cold hard plastic. Miss Francine
opened the chamber and the Bonnie's double emerged.
Barbara helped her get dressed and they left for the restaurant.

It didn't take Catwoman and Poison Ivy long to retrieve Wonder
Woman from the park. The placed the original mural back in
it's frame and carried Wonder Woman back to Miss Francine's
basement. Miss Francine looked at what had become of
Wonder Woman, "how can you extract her from that position" she
asked. "There is only room for one body at a time so if we
introduce another body from the backside, Wonder Woman will be
released," replied Catwoman. "Do we have any extra
bodies just lying around" asked Poison Ivy? "Actually I think I can
help you there," Miss Francine said, "Barbara go thaw out
your friend". Barbara was disappointed, she had wanted to see poor
Mary Scott mannequinized but she had to admit that
Wonder Woman was a bigger prize and Mary was exactly what they
were looking for, someone who could disappear
permanently and never be missed. She entered the freezer and
began the defrost procedures. After several minutes Mary was
thawed out and Barbara carried her into the workshop. Mary's
unconscious body was laid out on one of the work tables, she
was wearing only her pantyhose and a bra and her body was still wet
from the frost. Barbara began to strip Mary but was
interrupted by Miss Francine, "there is no need for that, just throw
her in like she is." Barbara sighed, she would never get to
see Mary the way she wanted to but orders were orders. Catwoman
helped Barbara pick Mary up and they carried her over
to the wall where Wonder Woman was waiting. They pressed her
against the backside of the wall and stepped back, Barbara
was suprised that Mary initially stuck to the wall and now seemed to
be sucked into it. Wonder Woman was near her end, she
could no longer focus on anything around her but suddenly felt
something like a kick in the back. Before she could think much
about the pain in her back she sensed things in the room moving
closer to her, she seemed to be hanging out of the wall. Miss
Francine watched as Wonder Woman appeared to grow out of the
wall. After a short period Wonder Woman latterly fell out
of the wall and crumbled to the floor, to weak to even stand up.
Barbara inspected the wall, Mary's body was no nothing more
than a two dimensional image. If Wonder Woman left this wall in the
state she is in now Barbara felt that Mary wouldn't last
more than a day or two, a pity but she could not dwell on it, she had
work to do.

Wonder Woman's eyes began to focus on the room before her.
There were mannequins lining all of the walls and as things
became clearer to her they all seemed to look familiar. There were
several tables in the middle of the room and each one had a
woman lying on it. There were at least two other women attending to
the people on the tables, they seemed to be preparing
them for something. To her right she noticed a frame like she had
seen so long ago when she had come to rescue Batgirl. She
must be in the same basement now. There was a woman in the
frame but Wonder Woman could not place her eventhough she
was sure she had seen her before. There were two other frames
next to the first and each on contained a different woman.
Wonder Woman was not sure about the one in the middle but she
instantly recognized the one on the end. She was the editor
of the largest newspaper in town. What could they possible want
with her. As Wonder Woman was pondering that thought a
brilliant light flashed across the room and struck the first woman she
saw. Wonder Woman could not believe her eyes as she
watched the helpless woman be transformed into a mannequin. The
transformation started around the woman's feet, Wonder
Woman could actually see them change. Once the feet and lower
legs were transformed the process seemed to speed up and
in no time her whole body was transformed into a mannequin. No
sooner had this woman been mannequinized that an exact
replica of her emerged from the large chamber on top of a strange
looking device. Another mannequin was loaded into the
chamber and the ray was fired at the second woman. She to was
transformed and finally the ray was trained on the third.
Wonder Woman watched this woman's face as it was transformed
into a mannequin. The look in her eyes was a mixture of
shock, suprise and terror. This must be what they have in store for
me Wonder Woman thought. If only she could get some
feeling back in her arms she could contact help with the secret
communicator in her belt. She struggled and finally got her hand
on her belt. As she fumbled to grab the communicator the three
mannequins were taken out of the frames and three women
were taken from the tables and placed in the frames. She
recognized all three, the first was a captain in the police force, the
second was the manager of her bank and the was an assistant to the
mayor. Wonder Woman continued to struggle with the
communicator while she pondered what all of these women had in
common. She was still trying to figure things out when two
women grabbed her, pick her up and carried her towards one of the
tables. The quick movement caused the communicator to
slip out of her hand and fall to the floor. The communicator had
scarcely hit the floor before Poison Ivy picked it up, "what is
this" she said. "It's just what we are looking for" replied Catwoman as
she took the device from Poison Ivy "it's a way we can
summon SuperGirl into our trap!!" Catwoman pressed a button on
the communicator and then turned her attention towards
Wonder Woman. "It seems that you still have some fight left in you,
well we will take care of that" Wonder Woman was placed
on a table and stripped, her ankles and wrists were tied to long poles
that stretched out from the corners of the tables. A wide
metal band was placed around her ribs and attached to some sort of
wheel. Finally Miss Francine secured Wonder Woman's
feet into the same devices she had previous used on Bonnie. Miss
Francine gave a quick turn on each device and the bones in
Wonder Woman's feet cracked and popped. The pain exploded in
Wonder Woman's head, momentarily taking her breath
away. "Let me explain what we are doing here" Miss Francine said.
"we are replacing all of the women that matter in this town
with my mannequins, they are completely under my control. Your
friend Barbara Gordon has been replaced but of course you
knew that. Whenever SuperGirl gets here she will be replaced as
well, and finally you will be replaced Wonder Woman." "But
only after you watch what we do to SuperGirl!!" The pain in Wonder
Woman's feet was still intense but she was beginning to
regain her senses. Miss Francine continued, "since you still seem to
have an independent streak in you we will have to take
certain measures to insure that you don't interfere with our plans".
Miss Francine nodded towards Catwoman who held the
pole that was tied to Wonder Woman's left ankle, Catwoman pulled
and twisted the pole and the tendons and ligaments in
Wonder Woman's left knee snapped. Catwoman gave another quick
tug and Wonder Woman's entire left leg was pulled from
it's hip socket. Poison Ivy was positioned at Wonder Woman's right
leg and repeated the process there. The pain shot to
Wonder Woman's head and for a moment she lost consciousness.
She was snapped back awake when Catwoman twisted the
pole tied to Wonder Woman's left arm, her elbow was wrenched into
an impossible angle and her arm was pulled out of it's
socket. Poison Ivy quickly repeated this on Wonder Woman's right
arm. "They are pulling me apart" Wonder Woman thought
to herself, even if I could get up I can no longer use my arms and
legs. Miss Francine looked down at the painfully contorted
face of Wonder Woman and said "there that just about takes care of
you, you won't put up anymore fights. There is just one
more thing left to do "exclaimed Miss Francine as she turned the
wheel connected to the metal band around Wonder Woman's
ribs. After a couple of quick turns several of Wonder Woman's ribs
snapped. "There, now you won't be moving around or
doing any talking for some time" Miss Francine said. She was right
Wonder Woman thought, just breathing was difficult now let
alone talking. She felt herself being untied from the table and as she
was being picked up her arms and legs shifted and an
intense wave of pain rushed through her. Mercifully she passed into
unconsciousness. Catwoman and Poison Ivy carried
Wonder Woman's broken body over to a corner of the room and
roughly tossed it to the floor. Wonder Woman came to rest
with her legs bent to odd angles, still out cold from the shock
inflicted on her body.

She could not be sure how long she was out but when Wonder
Woman finally came to she could see Miss Francine's whole
operation from her place on the floor. Miss Francine's assistants
were busy either at the work tables or the frames. A more
frames were being built as it looked as if Miss Francine was
ramming up for an awful lot of business. There were four frames
now and the fifth and sixth were almost complete. The four finished
frames each contained one woman, Wonder Woman
recognized a couple of them as prominent female attorney's. As
each woman was set in a frame she was quickly mannequinized
and pulled out of the frame, her place immediately taken by one of
the many women on the work tables. The whole thing was
starting to look like a giant assembly line. A dozen tables, each one
full and the frames. She could just make out the forms of
several other women that were still in the net at the other end of the
room. Wonder Woman watched as another woman was
mannequinized and pulled from the frame. She figured the whole
process, stipping, cleaning and everything else took less than
fifteen minutes. The limiting factor was the transformer ray, there
was only one and it was working over time. Wonder
Woman's attention was drawn to her right, there was another room
there but the door was closed. Every couple of minutes
some women would come from that room and leave through the
elevator in this chamber. Wonder Woman was becoming
conscious of the pains coming from all over her body. But it was not
the pain that caused her to suffer the most. It was the fact
that she had been dominated in a way that she had never been
dominated before. She could not help herself, let alone all of
these poor women in front of her. That fact was almost more than
her Amazon mind could endure. Wonder Woman began to
drift off into unconsciousness again when Catwoman and Poison Ivy
appeared before here. They were pushing a modified
wheelchair. They pick Wonder Woman up and sat her in the chair,
the pain from her broken limbs was incredible. There was
no need to tie her arms and legs to the chair, she could not use
them anyway but they did secure a tight metal strap across her
forehead. "Let's go Wonder Bitch, we have something to show you"
Catwoman said to the crippled crime fighter. And Wonder
Woman was wheeled into the other room. She was amazed at what
she saw. It was everything she had seen in the other room
and then some. There had to be a hundred work tables and close to
twenty frames. But what really grabbed Wonder Woman's
attention were the transformer rays. There were six of them working
in this room. She watched amazed and each ray did it's
work on one woman after another. Miss Francine noticed Wonder
Woman and walked over "how do you like my factory?"
Wonder Woman tried to speak but they pain her chest prevented
that. "I see" said Miss Francine "that you are still unable to
talk, sorry about that but we need you to stay quiet while I work."
Wonder Woman tried to figure in her head how many
women were being transformed but the sheer scale boggled her
mind. As she tried to think there was an enormous crash in the
other room and then the door to this room burst open and there
stood SuperGirl. "Catwoman and Poison Ivy" SuperGirl
exclaimed, "I thought you two would have learned your lesson by
now!" "Oh but we have" replied Catwoman "look closely at
your friend here" gesturing towards Wonder Woman. Super Girl
looked closer "Wonder Woman!!" she cried "what have you
done with her you bitch!!" Catwoman with her hand firmly on a lever
on the back of the chair replied "we just needed her to
trap you, I wouldn't move any closer because I can snap her neck a
lot sooner than you can free her! The choice is yours
SuperGirl, do exactly as we say or capture us but see your friend die
first?" "No" thought Wonder Woman, if only she could
talk she would tell SuperGirl that she was finished already. SuperGirl
was the only hope for the rest of these women, but
Wonder Woman could not tell her that, she could only watch as her
friend gave in to these evil villains. SuperGirl thought about
her options, she could not let Wonder Woman die, "all right, what do
you want?" Miss Francine stepped in front of Catwoman
and said "strip and get on that table!" SuperGirl had no choice and
slowly took off her costume. Once naked she lay on the
table Miss Francine had indicated. "Good now just lay there, be a
good girl and nothing will happen to Wonder Woman"
Several Miss Francine's assistants began cleaning SuperGirl's body.
SuperGirl wondered what was in store for her, especially
when they began shaving her particularly her private parts. But there
was nothing she could do Catwoman was a good twenty
feet away with Wonder Woman now and there was no way she
could get there in time. All SuperGirl could do was lie there
and take whatever was dished out. The assistants finished cleaning
and shaving SuperGirl and Miss Francine said "OK now
you need to stand in that frame over there." Not that WOnder
Woman thought, SuperGirl doesn't know the danger she is in,
she should forget about me and save herself. SuperGirl stood in the
frame and watched curiously as she was tied in. Once all of
the straps were in place Miss Francine walked over and gave
SuperGirl a kiss on the lips then took a step back. No sooner
was Miss Francine out of the way then a light flashed across the
room and SuperGirl was struck by the transformer ray.
SuperGirl quickly realized what was happening to her but it was to
late. She could not move her arms or legs. In seconds she
had been completely transformed a look of shook and suprise on her
f rozen face. Wonder Woman could not bear to watch
SuperGirl transform in front of her. When she looked up SuperGirl's
replica was already dressing in her costume. Catwoman
released the metal band from Wonder Woman's head and dumped
her out of the chair. "Now it's your turn" Catwoman said.
Wonder Woman look up from the floor and saw SuperGirl and
Batgirl standing before her. For a brief moment she thought this
was all a dream and her friends were here to help her. But she soon
realized that these were the replicas of her friends, they
pick her up off the floor and carried her to a frame. Miss Francine
started strapping Wonder Woman in when she said "Soon
I'll have the whole set under my control, SuperGirl, Batgirl and
Wonder Woman, then I can finally get the mayor. She couldn't
possibly refuse an invitation from all three of you!!" Miss Francine's
maniacal laugh filled the room as she finished with Wonder
Woman. She had posed Wonder Woman with her head down so she
would have to endure one final humiliation, she would be
able to see herself being transformed. Wonder Woman was beyond
caring at this point, she welcomed the relief from the pain
and mental anguish that the transformation would bring. The flash of
light never registered in Wonder Woman's head, she
noticed her feet changing, becoming shiny, the effect worked it's
way up her legs. She was being transformedand she knew it,
there was nothing she could do, the final darkness was welcome.
Her face showed neither shock or suprise, as she was pulled
from the frame there was nothing but a blank stare.





                                     Batgirl & Friends

                             by RPH based on parts 1 & 2 by DMC

Part 3: Bat Trap, part 1

Her name is Zatana. Certainly not a mainstream superheroine, but
well respected within the superhero community and greatly
despised by her enemies. Hers is the power of magic. Enchanments
are spoken backwards. Hers is the power over all the
elements and forces of life. Tonite she has dicovered some time for
herself. She decides to 'surf the internet', something she has
heard about but never experienced. She is not computer illiterate,
she knows just enough to get her into trouble.

A few hours later she has finally signed on and reaches one of the
search engines. On a whim she keys in 'super villians' to see
what the results would be. Curiously enough, one site is located...
Lair of the Catwoman. "I must check this out.", she thinks to
herself. Seconds later, she has connected to the Lair and begins to
download the first webpage. She watches as various shapes
of various colors appear on her screen. As she continues to watch,
she finds herself intrigued by the experience. "I must
download as much of this as I can." A few more minutes pass. The
shapes and colors on the screen continue to change. Zatana
can't take her eyes off of the screen. The shapes and colors are
slowly replaced by a strange pattern... a stereogram. Within the
stereogram she perceives a message... "contact Batman". She
repeats this to herself as the screen changes again... another
stereogram. Another message... "Sserdnu dna evresbo eht neercs".
A strange message. She repeats the message out loud.
Suddenly Zatana is sitting naked in front of her computer staring at
the screen. A new stereogram appears... "Leef flesruoy dna
evresbo eht neercs". Zatana begins to stroke her breasts. A gasp
escapes her lips. As she continues to stroke he breasts, her
nipples become erect. Slowly, her hands make their way down her
body as she stares intently at her screen. Her hands reach
her pussy. A new message appears on her screen, again in the form
of a stereogram... "Pots. Esu ruoy sregnif." Her body
freezes. Zatana does not move except for her fingers, which are
now massaging her pussy. She is getting wet. Another message
appears, this time it is not disguised as a stereogram. It says, "Uoy
tnaw Namtab. Llac mih." Her now moist fingers reach for
her communicator to contact Batman. He does not respond. Zatana
sets the communicator to continuously transmit until he
does.

A new series of messages appear on Zatana's screen, except they're
not messages, they're instructions.

I lliw yebo Namowtac. I lliw raeh ylno Namowtac. I tiawa
S'namowtac dnammoc. Taeper siht tuo duol.

Zatanna, oblivious to everything around her, repeats the
instructions. Everything goes silent. The computer screen does not
change. She continues to repeat the instructions on the screen.
Suddenly, the voice of Catwoman crackles over the computer's
speakers, "Zatana, you will transport yourself to my hideout. The
destination is now on your screen." Zatana continues to stare
at the screen and utters, "Ekat em ot Namowtac." A second later,
Zatana finds herself standing in front of Catwoman.
"Welcome to my lair, Zatana. Feel free to walk around this room, but
do not attempt to speak or leave." Zatana's body relaxes.
She looks around the room and sees Batgirl standing next to her.
Batgirl doesn't move or acknowledge Zatana's presence. She
looks strange, Zatana thinks to herself. She looks like she's a ...
mannequin???!!! Catwoman lets out an evil laugh. "I see you've
met Batgirl! There's another friend of your's here as well."
Catwoman points to a wall of the room. It is white, but in the middle
of the wall is a life size portrait of Wonder Woman. Catwoman
laughs again, "that's right Zatana, Wonder Woman has been
made part of the wall. She can see and hear us, but she can't feel
anything!" Zatana steps in front of Wonder Woman. Wonder
Woman sees her and thinks, "At last, a possible chance to escape. If
only I could communicate with her!"

Catwoman steps in front of Wonder Woman and intervenes, "I know
what you must be thinking, my dear Wonder Woman.
Zatana is in no condition to help you, I can assure you of that. Wait
a minute, there is something Zatana CAN do for you... or
should I say TO you??!!!" Catwoman turns to Zatana and says,
"Zatana, I want you to help Wonder Woman feel again. I want
you to bring her partially out of the wall, like a relief sculpture. I want
her to be able to feel her breasts and pussy." With that,
Zatana turns to face Wonder Woman and casts the proper spell.
Wonder Woman begins to feel a tingling sensation in her
breasts and pussy. Catwoman places a mirror in front of Wonder
Woman. She sees the difference immediately. Her breasts
are three dimensional again. Her body now protrudes partially out of
the wall. Her body is shiny, like Batgirl's, except for her
breasts and pussy. She can still see and hear, but can now feel as
well, although in limitted areas. "Zatana", Catwoman says,
"you've done well. Let's test you work, shall we? Stand breast to
breast with Wonder Woman and press against her. Remain in
that position until I give you further instructions."Blank faced, Zatana
presses her breasts against Wonder Woman's. The
sensations explode in Wonder Woman's mind. "This is humiliating!",
Wonder Woman thinks. In another instant her attention is
drawn to the heat emanating from Zatana's breasts. The sensations
explode again and again in her mind. "Dear me! What has
happened to my Wonder Wall?", Catwoman suddenly exclaims with
an evil laugh. Wonder Woman was so intensly turned on
that her juices were trickling down the surfaces which were once her
thighs.

"Zatana, we've had enough fun. We must now get to work. You will
help me capture Batman. I expect him to arrive shortly
and you must be in position at the proper moment. You will now
become a part of my trophy collection here. You will turn
yourself into a life sized statue of gold, raised on a pedestal to look
like an award, which, of course, to me you are. When
Batman arrives, you will cast a spell to rob him of his will. I will then
seduce him and fuck his brains out. When Batman
climaxes, you will cast another spell to make him a part of my trophy
collection here You will then await my next instructions
while maintaining your statue form. That is all."

Zatana casts here spell, "Nrut ym ydob otni dlog!" Instantly, Zatana
is turned into a golden statue, unable to move. Her smooth,
golden surface glitters from the shafts of moonlight that penetrate
the room. She is a perfectly poised image, her arms raised
overhead, her body raised on a pedestal.

Part 4: Bat Trap, part 2

After several failed attempts to reach Zatana, Batman races to her
apartment. Once there, he finds Zatana's computer and
scrolls back through the screens stored by Netscape. He quickly
pieces together the story: Catwoman hypnotized Zatana and
had her transport herself to Catwoman's new hideout. "What a
clumsy bitch to leave such a trail behind.", he thought. Batman
quickly departs for Catwoman's new hideout.

A couple of hours later, Batman arrives at the hideout. No one was
guarding the place. No alarms appeared to be active. "This
is too easy.", he told himself. After locating the back entrance,
Batman quickly let himself in. All was dark, save for a shaft of
light from a closed door up ahead. Batman quickly and quietly stole
towards the door and slowly opened it. No one was inside
the room. Then he spotted the familiar form of Batgirl. Her back was
turned to him. She was gazing upon a golden statue.
"Hmmm... she looks familiar", he thought. He continued to survey
the room from the opened doorway. "Why hasn't she
moved?" Batman entered the room and quickly approached Batgirl
from behind. He tapped her on the shoulder. His touch was
greated by a cold, hard response. He spun Batgirl around. She did
not respond. Her appearance was strange... she was shiny
and her skin was a smooth surface. "This isn't Batgirl!", he thought.
He studied the statue before him more closely and on a
whim ripped the costume off of it. "What has Catwoman done to
you?" Batman suddenly heard a strange sound from in front of
him. It appeared to come from the golden statue in front of him.
"Ruoy lliw si s'namowtac!"

Batman heard a familiar, evil laugh. Catwoman stepped into the
room. "Good evening, Batman. At least, it is for me! I see that
you've discovered the real Batgirl. She IS the real Batgirl, turned
into a plastic statue by a friend of mine. Do you recognize
your other friends in the room?" He studied the golden statue more
closely. It was Zatana! On the wall behind her stood
Wonder Woman. She appeared to be part of the wall! "What have
you done to them, you fiend?", he exclaimed. "Nothing
more than what I'm going to do to you.", came her reply. "Before you
decide to take some action that might damage one of
your friends, why don't you remove your costume and stay awhile?"
"You must be kidd..", he started to reply, but the words
never left his mouth. Instead, he found himself disrobing before one
of his enemies! "My, if it isn't Bruce Wayne! Don't worry
Bruce, in a short time, it won't matter who knows Batman's real
identity! Please, lay down over there." Without blinking,
Bruce/Batman did as he was instructed. He lie naked on the floor in
front of the statue that was once Zatana. Catwoman then
appeared over him. She started to remove her costume "You see,
Bruce, before I seal your fate, I want feel just what kind of
man you are from the inside. I'll bet you've always wanted to know
what was beneath my costume." "True enough", he thought.
He stared as she removed her hood and peeled her costume from
her body, and what a body it was! He felt his penis begin to
grow. She was completely naked now, standing over him, slowly
lowering her body so that her pussy would slide onto his
growing member. "My Bruce, what a big thing you have! Let me help
you along!" She stopped, bent over and slowly slid his
manliness into her mouth. Bruce let out a moan of excitement.
"That's much better," Catwoman said, and quickly lowered
herself over Bruce's penis. The heat and wetness was exciting him
even more. She began slowly raising and lowering herself ,
hightening the excitement even more. "Now Bruce, I going to play
with you for a while. I'm even going to show you some
mercy in the process. Do you see Wonder Woman on the wall
there? I want you to approach her and stroke her breasts."
Bruce walked up to Wonder Woman. "Oh, no!", Wonder Woman
groaned inwardly. Bruce began stroking her breasts.
Instantly Wonder Woman's mind exploded with uncontrolled passion
and desire. "That's enough, Bruce" Catwoman said,
"Now you will insert your penis into her pussy and tease her for a
few minutes." Bruce did as he was instructed. Wonder
Woman's mind reeled again and again from the explosions of
multiple orgasms. "If I ever get out of this..." she began to think to
herself, and she was rocked again by another orgasm, then another.
"That's enough, Bruce.", Catwoman said. "Return to your
place on the floor. Zatana has a present for you." Catwoman walked
up to her Wonder Wall and stared into the eyes of
Wonder Woman, "What are we going to do about your manners? I'm
afraid you've soiled the wall again." Once again, Wonder
Woman's juices were flowing down the hardened protrusions that
were once her legs. Bruce lay on the floor again. He
watched the golden image of Zatana descend upon his penis. He
was incredibly excited by the sheer imagery of her golden,
smooth surface reacting against his hardened member... hot an wet,
just like the other two. "Uoy lliw nrut ot enots sa
namowtaC secrof uoy ot muc." Suddenly, Catwoman was on top
again and Zatana returned to her golden perch, a statue once
again. She was slowly raising and lowering herself onto Bruce. "I
want this to be the last thing you feel, Bruce. I want this to last
as long as possible. The slower I go, the longer the transformation
will take. I can feel you swell within me. You can't resist for
long. Do you feel your body becoming numb?" Indeed, Bruce could
no longer feel his feet and legs. His hands were placed on
Catwoman's hips, but it was difficult to move in time with her. A few
moments later, he could not move at all. He could only
feel her presence on his member. He watched as his arms and
hands became numb and change color. They were almost pure
white... like marble. He could see how smooth his arms and hands
had become. He could perceive their coolness. His attention
turned back to Catwoman. She had stopped for a moment. She was
running her hands along Bruce's body, but he could not
feel her touch. "Why Bruce, you are positively..." After that he could
hear no more. A moment later his vision clouded and
everything went black... but he could still feel the one part of him
that was still flesh and it was turning him on imensely.
Catwoman continued to run her hands along the smooth, cool
surface that was Bruce Wayne, AKA Batman and began
stroking his penis for the final time. A few minutes later Bruce
exploded in her body, sending shockwaves through her. His
transformation was now completed. He was a marble figure, forever
fully erect . For a moment she regretted having petrified
Batman, but there were still several so-called superheroes to be
dealt with.

After a moment of thought, Catwoman said, "Zatana, you will remain
in your golden form and lower yourself over Batman's
penis. You will tease yourself slowly. When you are on the edge of
an orgasm, you will completely transform your body. This
time you will undergo a full transformation, unable to see, feel or
hear." Zatana's pedastal vanished from beneath her and she
lowered herself onto Batman. She slowly teased herself, although it
only took seconds to become well lubricated. As she felt
the orgasm build, she forced herself down on Batman's petrified
form as far as she could go. She began to let out a gasp, "Nrut
ym ydob otni dilos dlog!" Zatana was instantly frozen for all time, a
solid gold statue. Her golden, slender legs straddling
Batman's marble body. A look of intense anticipation on her golden
face.