Batgirl and the Prisoners of Glenda
by Rift Glen
Batgirl sorts out two headstrong females.

The story was inspired by the lawyer's predicament in the story 'Batgirl
and Wonderwoman' by Mr-X.

Our motto : 'Not too much plotting between the knotting'.
Feb 1998

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This tale takes place in Gotham City just a few years ago ...

Characters :

        Barbara Gordon, aka Batgirl, crimefighting crusader
        Robin,                       Batman's sidekick
        Selena, aka Catwoman,        feline felon
        Passion & Talon,             two of Catwoman's sex kittens
        Tarra Rogers,                attractive lawyer
        Tasha,                       Tarra's legal assistant
        Yumi,                        Tarra's asian maid
        Victoria Madison,            beautiful blonde model
        Glenda Quartermaine,         rich socialite and bordello owner
        Queenie,                     madame of the Queen Mab bordello

        Plus assorted thugs, turncoats, sidekicks and incidental players.

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*** Part 1  Tarra Baits a Trap
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Tarra Rogers squirmed on her leather chair. Wildly the lovely brunette
lawyer looked around the office. No one was watching her but when she looked
down again at the picture in her hand she certainly felt strange. It was a
cleanly delineated pen and ink drawing. The central figure was definitely
her, and it showed her in almost her full glory. Her head was back. Her hair
was touselled. Only a tiny red bikini covered her shapely figure. Her feet
were in red spike heeled pumps. Her mouth was pulled open by the leather
straps of a human horse bridle. Her arms were bound tightly behind her at
the elbows and her wrists were secured to her waist. Her firm breasts were
thrust forward. Straps above and below them and round her shoulders attached
her to an antique pony carriage. She was striding out, pulling the
contraption forward; and on either side of her, slightly back, in a vee
formation, were her clerical assistant Tasha and her maid Yumi, both bound
and in the same scantily clad and tied predicament as her.

Tarra closed her blue eyes.  The memory was soo embarrassing, soo
humiliating.  Lord Easystreet's party had ended in disaster for her, Tasha
and Yumi.  She knew why she was striding out so eagerly in the drawing,
panting around the bridle bit.  It was because the vixen in the carriage,
Victoria Madison, had just switched her bottom with the pony whip.  She
had been switched and switched.  Her bottom was burning under the skimpy
bikini.  Victoria had defeated her.  Earlier she, Tarra Rogers, had been
gagged and bound naked to a verandah post while Victoria had finger fucked
her.  She remembered writhing and twisting helplessly in her bonds as
those long fingers slid in and out of her defenceless wetness.  She had
cum; and cum again until she was weak with sexual release at the hands of
her woman captor.  She hadn't been able to control her response as
Victoria had mocked her and played with her. The bitch had delighted in
forcing her to betray herself, to orgasm over and over at another woman's
hands. She had still been shuddering with spent passion when Victoria had
buckled her into the carriage harness and began to use her and her helpers
as cart horses. They had had to pull Victoria in her triumphant path
along the gravelled drive up to the front of the mansion.

Tarra turned the picture over with trembling fingers.  Bold script on the
back read "Where you belong ...  , V.".  Tarra looked around again.  Her
nylon clad thighs rustled together as she slid them against each other
under the desk.  She felt down, put her hand at the hem of her linen
skirt, moved up, extended her index finger, felt her panties.  The crotch
was moist.  She pressed her finger thru them to her pussy lips.  They were
engorged, swollen.  Her clitoris was rising erect even before she stroked
it.  "Oooh" she moaned softly to herself as she stiffened her finger and
ground her clitoris against it.  She rubbed herself up and down thinking
of Victoria with loathing.  She'd get that bitch, she would take her down.
Her orgasm came sweetly, a shuddering of tremors through her pussy and
thighs.  Almost panting but managing to keep her face impassive Tarra
shuddered to her climax.

She forced herself to breath slowly as she opened her desk drawer and hid
the drawing.  She sat still as she recovered her composure, then buzzed
Tasha on the phone.

The office in which she was working was that of Sly, Tout and Peabody, one
of the city's biggest law firms. Around the floor the lawyers in their rooms
all looked busy. The view from the window behind Tarra, out over the park to
the harbour and the heads beyond was spectacular. She was a well known
corporate lawyer and had just been made a junior partner. Only top people in
Gotham city could afford her and the firm's fees. Tarra had the best office
on the floor, the north east corner. The senior partners on the level above
were the only ones to do better for themselves. Law books lined one wall in
a solid oak bookcase. Her power and authority was spelt out by the big desk,
inset with a leather panel, and the high backed leather swivel chair. Tarra
had got where she was by using her brains, her tough negotiating skills and
when absolutely necessary her delectable body. It was not possible to even
imagine what would happen to her if Jock McNicol the managing partner were
to see his rising star lawyer in bound torment. Tarra was a tall slim
brunette with pert upstanding breasts and slender hips. For the office she
usually dressed conservatively, as she was today, in an expensive well cut
suit, pale blouse, neutral colored stockings. On her neat feet she wore dark
tan high heeled sandals. They had thin strapwork on the top of her feet, and
the straps crossed behind her trim ankles then around to buckle in front.

In this town tough people got to the top.  Some of them were rough as
well.  Tarra knew that she had to keep her act together if she was going
to stay in high society with the high rollers.  Scruples had to be cast
aside when certain people needed a brief handled discreetly or some
inconvenient law gotten around.

"You rang?"

Tasha stood in the doorway.  Her shapely breasts were half visible under
her bra in the opening of her crisp white blouse.  Her nipples were
clearly discernable, small nubs raised under the thin material.  She
looked lovely, Tarra thought, her gaze wandering to Tasha's waist and
lower.  The assistant's skirt showed her womanly shape.  A vee had been
formed by the material of the skirt clinging slightly to Tasha's belly and
thighs.

"Yes", Tarra answered. "Bring the Pinkston file will you."

Tasha turned and her strong round ass trembled. Tarra added "And book me
lunch at the Bay Ganou, a quiet table."

Tasha nodded obediently and went out.

*        *         *

Meanwhile, across town, Glenda Quartermaine, the uncrowned queen of Gotham
City polite society, was being cross with a beautiful blonde model. She
didn't betray her irritation in her voice or her manner but her words were
uncompromising. The young woman in front of her looked like a goddess but
Glenda knew that she, Glenda Quartermaine, could buy and sell the pouting
girl, make and break her career, in short, that she, Glenda, held the
whiphand in their relationship. It was in the pages of Glenda's magazines
that the statuesque beauty earnt her fame. The girl was sure of herself,
proud of her looks. However, stunningly beautiful twenty seven year olds
often felt like that, and she had dealt with more than one of them.

"That was stupid, Victoria", Glenda said quietly.

Victoria Madison tossed her head. Her blonde mane of hair swung behind her.
Her hairdresser cut it just so it would hang like that, thick and heavy and
swing as she moved. She was not impressed by Glenda. She still thought she
had been right to send the drawing to that uppity lawyer. She knew that she
had made Tarra Rogers crack before, and she remembered the beautiful
lawyer's pussy lips lubricating themselves when she had been naked and
helpless. Having another attractive woman bound nude before her had been a
thrilling experience. Victoria's mind wandered. Tarra's body wasn't as lush
as her own, but it had been firm, and the curve of her flat tummy into her
hairy mound and then the swell of her thighs down to the coil of white rope
above her knees that tethered them to the post while her shapely calves
splayed to either side had been very exciting. Best of all had been Tarra's
confusion as she had been stripped of her clothes. She had lost her poise
when she had been tied, bound breast, belly and thighs to the post with her
arms above her, tethered to the cross bar.

Glenda's foot tapped on the floor and Victoria regathered her train of
thought.

"The picture will shake her up", Victoria answered.  "She won't be
focussed.  When I step in you'll easily get what you want out of the weak
bitch."

Glenda looked at Victoria.  The blonde model was wearing a sheer silk
flowery summer dress.  Her full ripe breasts swelled at the material, the
dark nipples semi visible through its filmy folds.  At her groin the
shadow of lacey black panties showed.  Her long supple legs were outlined
through the dress by the light from the window behind her.  Her heels were
high, shiny black patent leather pumps.  Around her throat was a yellow
silk scarf.  Her left hand was on her hip.  She looked tough and
confident.

Glenda shrugged her shoulders and turned on her heels.  She was dressed in
an expensive suit, the coat well cut, high on her hips, revealing their
curves as they swelled from her waist.  The skirt was quite short, but
tastefully so.  Her strong legs were in smooth nylons and her shoes were
low heeled strap backs.  She picked up her leather handbag from the table
and stepped towards the door.  She was a well preserved woman.  Her
movements were decisive, with no wasted motion.

"We need her client's signature", Glenda said.  "Once we have that we
can move in on Pinky's Erotica factory.  You may be right about
unsettling her.  I hope so", Glenda concluded.  To herself she thought "if
you aren't you are in big trouble, beautiful or not, tough or not."

*        *         *

It was a productive day at the Gotham City municipal library.  Barbara
Gordon enjoyed the quiet work among the serried ranks of books of
learning.  She was assisting a visiting Professor with his researches into
the tribes who had once lived around Gotham.  They worked down in the
stacks with original manuscripts of early settlers and explorers.

Barbara also enjoyed the end of each day when she would leave work and
shed her demure disguise.  When evening fell criminals stirred.  Then was
the time to restart her crusade against crime, emerging into the night as
Batgirl.

*        *         *

Tarra had expected to be lunching the senior Mr Hope but instead his son,
Antony, had turned up.  He was tall and handsome and Tarra had enjoyed
flirting with him but now it was time for business.  She knew how to
handle these unscruplous types, she just socked it straight to them.
Leaning forward so Antony could glimpse her cleavage she put a fat
envelope on the table and riffled it open.  The thick wad of banknotes
commanded his attention.

"I know you are doing some work for Victoria Madison", Tarra said, "and my
clients are willing to persuade you to switch sides." She moved the
envelope forward.

Antony put his hand on her wrist, then ran his thumb through the money.
She knew she had him, he and his father were essentially small time
crooks, although they called themselves private investigators.  She knew
he could be bought.

Antony raised his greedy eyes from the money.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

*        *         *

Barbara Gordon chinned herself up to the bar for the thirtieth time.
"Enough", she thought and dropped to her feet. Her firm rounded body
glistened with perspiration. Home from her day job. She was strong and
supple but her exercise regime was for go not show. Her muscles weren't
etched out like a body builder but without detracting from her obvious
womanliness there was powerful bulk in her shoulders, arms and thighs, while
her flat hard stomach was a tribute to her work on the inclined situp board.
She was clad in a form fitting bodysuit from which her taut bottom
swelled out like a pair of tasty mangoes. Her sweet breasts were heaving
from her exertions.

She was in her private gym, upstairs, in the back of her brownstone town
house.  Standing in front of the full length mirror Barbara put her
fingers under the shoulder straps of her gymsuit.  Slowly she rolled them
down.  Her tits popped out, then her smooth belly.  As she pushed the suit
lower, down her tummy, first golden down appeared, then her auburn pubic
muff.  She stepped out of the suit and kicked it aside putting her fist on
her hip, and thrusting the opposite hip out and forward in her
superheroine pose.  Her firm pubis bulged.  Through the healthy auburn
pubic hair she could see the dark vee of her sex.  Her nipples were
slightly stiffened by the cool air.

She stepped into the shower and turned the warm jet on.  Absent mindedly
she soaped herself.  Her fingers circled around one breast, then the
other.  She cupped herself, her womanly pubis, with the other hand and
leant against the shower wall.  The palm of her hand covered her mound of
Venus and her fingers extended between her thighs, along the outer lips of
her sex.  The tip of her middle finger just touched her pouting anus and
she gave it the slightest, gentlest tickle.

With her other hand, slowly, she teased her left nipple erect, stroking
and tickling it with her soap slippery finger.  Between her legs, cupped
in her own comforting hand she felt herself stirring.  She began to slip
her finger between her pussy lips, stroking up and down the full length of
her womanhood.  Her clitoris was becoming aroused.  Barbara stroked it
with long slow rythmn.  Her hips heaved as she clenched her ass cheeks and
thighs.  Her clit was engorged.  She squeezed her breasts hard.  She
circled her finger round the very tip of her clit and feathered it with
encouraging tiny tickling strokes.  The sensation was becoming
overwhelming, she was cumming.  As the climax began she poked two fingers
into herself and gave her moist love tunnel something to contract around.
Her orgasm reached its sweet climax and she moaned softly to herself.

It took Barbara several minutes to recover.  Finally she turned round face
first to the shower jet and leant her arms against the wall on either side
of it.  She hung her head back.  Her breasts flattened out.  She spread
her legs and poked her firm bottom cheeks out provocatively.  The water
rinsed her soothingly.  She stayed like that for many moments, then
turned, let the warm rivulet run between her ass cheeks over her still
aroused sex for a time before turning the shower off, taking a rough
cotton towel and beginning to dry herself. Her thoughts began to come
back to the present.  Pinky Pinkston's factory had been hit with legal
problems.  Pinky was in no shape to hold out against the forces arrayed
against her - big money and big legal power was probably going to take her
down.  Barbara sighed.  Pinky had run on the shady side for a long time
and now it seemed that her family erotica business was going to go down.
Her train of thought was interrupted by the ringing of the batphone.

*        *         *

"Just loop it loosely around my wrists", Tarra ordered.  It was after work
and she was standing in the Pinkston erotica factory still wearing her
business suit and high heels.  Antony Hope was holding a length of white
cord.  Tasha and Yumi were beside Tarra.

Antony took her hands and tied the rope round one wrist. "It will have to
be at least a tie you can't break", he said, "if you want to trick her.
Your girlfriends here are going to be in hiding nearby aren't they?"

Tarra hesitated for a moment, but then agreed.

The plan was to lure Victoria Madison to the factory by telling her that
Tarra had been caught spying, and captured there.  Tarra figured that
nothing would bring Victoria faster.  And once in this place she would
be made to regret it and to sign over vital legally binding depositions.

Antony tied her wrists firmly together. The rope wasn't tight enough to
hurt but the bonds were solid. "We'll have to fix you to something",
Antony said. "Otherwise she'll wonder why you stayed put for her and
didn't run away." He looked around, then drew Tarra over to a large wooden
post and cinched her bound hands well above her head to a strong steel
hook.

"Alright", Tarra said, "that's enough. Now get going". She didn't want him
to start enjoying having her helpless.

Antony left.  Tarra pulled inquiringly at her bonds.  She really couldn't
free her wrists.  For a moment she panicked and almost began to struggle.
Her hands were in front of her, and the rope to the post, while it lifted
her arms, didn't stretch her out, but even so it raised her breasts under
her blouse and she felt open and vulnerable.  "Tasha, Yumi", the lovely
lawyer ordered, "remember, the minute I call 'HELP', Tasha, you drop the
net on Victoria, and Yumi, you cut me free." She calmed at the thought.
"Now get behind the backdrop", she finished.

*        *         *

Barbara Gordon slipped into her costume as she listened to the Chief of
Police on her hands free batphone. As he gave her the rundown on the current
crime hot spots around the city she pulled on her purple boots. Her costume
was a pair of lycra spandex hiphugging shorts and a tight tank top of the
same material. Her midriff was bare. Her smooth soft skin glistened after
her refreshing shower. The tight costume outlined her full breasts and her
pert ass, as it snuggled into the crack of her buttocks. Happily she popped
her batcowl and cape over her flowing auburn hair.

"Yes Chief O'Hara", she said, "Okay". What an old woman he was, she
thought.

"One last thing, Batgirl", the Chief's tones crackled from the speaker
phone, "you'd better check the Pinkston factory later tonight."

"Okay Chief", Batgirl replied, "Over and out", and she clicked the phone
off. She put her hand on her bottom. The erotica factory. She fingered her
asshole. Maybe she would go there last of all, she might find something to
amuse herself with.

Quickly she gripped the bottom of her costume and snapped it firmly down
over the swell of her buttocks.  She was in a cheerful frame of mind as
she sashayed downstairs to her batcycle.

*        *         *

Victoria couldn't believe her luck.  She told Antony that no way she
needed his help to deal with Tarra Rogers any time, let alone when Tarra
was tied up even before the confrontation started.  She was in her BMW
318i and heading for the factory in less time than it takes to tell.  Her
only pause was to dash off a brief note for Glenda Quartermaine.

The car squealed around the freeway as she barrelled towards the
industrial part of town. Steering one handed, Victoria stroked her round
belly with the other hand. She knew what she would do with Tarra. The
factory was full of good things. She would get Tarra gently spreadeagled,
not too wide spread, and tied so she could move a bit as she struggled.
Then she would slowly strip her. She would gag the lawyer first. Get her
naked, then tease her and terrify her by turn until she forgot she was a
lawyer and just knew that she was a woman and a captive. She could picture
Tarra's lovely pubic mound. Tied, squirming, helpless. She would let
the bonds allow her thighs to press together. Tarra would try to keep her
at bay, to twist away, but her arms would be helplessly spread and tied.

Victoria pulled to a stop in the factory carpark. Her own pussy was moist.
She turned the engine off. She felt a strange weakness in her thighs. She
was just dying to have Tarra at her mercy again.

*        *         *

Tasha looked at Yumi. The asian maid nodded. She had heard the creaking
sound of the door too. The two girls looked out at their mistress, tied
to the post. As they watched from behind their concealment, a door swung
open at the far end of the long room and a woman's figure was silhouetted
against the light.

Victoria was still wearing her sheer see through dress.  The light from
behind her shone through it and through her long golden hair, sparkling
around her head and outlining her perfect body and hourglass figure.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light inside the main factory, she saw
Tarra, tied, helplessly awaiting her.  Slowly Victoria stalked towards
the lovely lawyer.  Click, clack, her spike heels echoed on the wide
planks of the dusty factory floor.

Tarra pulled at her bound wrists.  She felt a wave of fright.  Her arms
were held, she couldn't escape.  A sudden fear that Tasha and Yumi were
gone overwhelmed her.  Victoria was coming for her.  The beautiful model
looked so confident; she had probably brought accomplices; maybe Tasha and
Yumi were held helpless somewhere.  She struggled despite herself and
looked desperately around.  She couldn't see her helpers.

Victoria smiled.  Tarra's upraised arms pulled her breasts up under her
suit jacket and they jiggled tantalisingly as she shrank away.  Victoria
put her hand out and gently caressed Tarra through her blouse.  The
weakness she had felt in her thighs as she sat in the carpark washed
through her again as she enjoyed Tarra's helpless squirming.  Excitedly
she squeezed her knees together, feeling the suspicion of moistness
forming in her panties.

Yumi wanted to whisper to Tasha but knew she had to stay silent. She
heard Tarra making a slight whimpering noise as Victoria played softly
with her lovely bosom. "The bleating of the kid excites the tiger", Yumi
thought as Victoria toyed with Tarra's breasts.

Tasha was waiting for Tarra to say the word help.  She had been
disciplined before, severely, for not following instructions to the
letter.  And also the situation was arousing her.  As she watched the
beautiful model tease her mistress she let her own hand stray to her own
breast.  Her heart caught in her throat.  Victoria was so tall and
attractive.  Tasha loved the way she could see the shape of Victoria's
panties through her dress.  The model had such a sweet ass, round and firm,
and she was so tall and graceful.

Victoria was holding something behind her back.  Holding her left hand
over Tarra's right breast the beautiful model suddenly raised her right
hand and rammed its contents to Tarra's lips.  It was a soft natural tan
colored leather ball gag.  Tarra reared away but the rope held her.  "He
..", she began, but Victoria suddenly pinched her nipple and twisted it
viciously. Then she dug her thumb into Tarra's solar plexus in a solid blow.
The slender lawyer grunted as the breath was jolted out of her. She gasped
and sucked for air. Victoria forced the ball gag expertly between her lips
and teeth. Tarra tried to scream but nothing intelligble came out. As she
watched Victoria with pop-eyed horror the model slipped the holding straps
of the gag behind her head.

"There", said Victoria.  "You're trapped and silent, my little law plum.
Just how you should be.  But I think you need more restraint." She
squatted down, running her hands over Tarra's thigh and down to her ankle.
Tarra kicked out but the blonde model leant her shoulder into the lawyer's
leg and pressed it against the thick wooden post.  From her handbag she
produced two lengths of thin white rope.  She swiftly knotted one around
Tarra's slim right ankle just above the strap of the lovely lawyer's high
heeled sandle.  With a strong tug Victoria pulled Tarra's now trapped foot
away from the post and tied it off to the side to a solid workbench.

Victoria stepped around behind Tarra, grasped and tied her left ankle and
snubbed that rope off on the other side to a convienient ring set into the
floor. Tarra was now totally helpless. Her arms were pulled above her head
and tied to the post. Her legs were tied with her ankles about a foot
apart. "MMMPHH", "HHMMLLPPP", she cried through her gag. Her eyes were
darting wildly about the factory. Everything had gone wrong.

Victoria looked at Tarra.  The lawyer writhed and squirmed.  Just as
Victoria had pictured, Tarra was trying to hold her thighs together to
protect her womanhood.  Victoria stepped close to her captive.  She took
hold of the hem of Tarra's skirt and began to raise it, sliding and
rolling it seductively up the lawyer's trim thighs then over her shapely
hips.  Soon Tarra's skirt was rucked up around her waist.  Her white lacey
panties were exposed.  She was wearing stockings and a white garter belt.
Victoria ran her finger over Tarra's crotch, outlining the other woman's
warm sex mound through the soft cotton knickers.

She reached up and unbuttoned Tarra's suit jacket and then the blouse and
pulled both aside.  The lawyer's white bra came into view.  It was front
opening and in a moment Victoria had unclipped it.  Unclipping the
shoulder straps as well, she pulled it right off Tarra.  Then with a quick
tug she rolled Tarra's panties down her thighs.

The lovely lawyer pulled helplessly at her bonds and cried for help but
all that came out was a mumbled "HHHMMMPPHH".  Her nudity was exposed and
emphasised by the way that her opened and rumpled suit framed it.  The
long stockinged legs, the panties hobbling her thighs, pulled down to just
below the stocking tops.  Her brown haired pubis, the business suit skirt
crumpled around her waist and her small firm breasts bouncing free.  Tug
at her cords as she might, Tarra could not escape.

Victoria leant against her captive and rubbed her own body full length
against her.  "Struggle darling", she whispered.  Her left hand went to
the lawyer's round bottom and cupped it.  Then looking directly into
Tarra's eyes she licked her finger and ran the moistened digit down
Tarra's round belly.  When she reached her womanhood she slid up and down
over Tarra's slit, opening her female lips with a sideways rolling motion
and caressing her clitoris.

Tarra shrank back against the post but her ankle hobbles and her bound
wrists held her fast.  Victoria's warm breath was on her cheek.  Tarra
closed her eyes.  Victoria was tickling her clit expertly and Tarra could
feel it becoming erect.  Despite herself and her predicament she was being
sexually aroused.  Her pussy was getting wet, she could feel the
slipperiness as Victoria rubbed two fingers into the opening and then back
between the fine hairs of her firm ass cheeks.  Back in a slow stroke up
to her clit.  Tarra moaned through her gag.  She squeezed her thighs
together but the merciless fingers kept exciting her.  Soon, involuntarily
she was clenching her buttocks and making small pushes at her captor's
hand.  Only whimpers escaped her gag.  Her clit was standing out, plump
and swollen between her wet engorged pussy lips.  She groaned as she felt
a climax about to begin.  How could this happen, how could Victoria have
humiliated her again.

Victoria could feel Tarra's struggles turn to soft pushings against her
hand. As the bound lawyer's movements began to break into jerky thrusting
motions Victoria knew she was about to come. At the penultimate moment the
blonde model slipped her finger from Tarra's clit, leaving the lovely
lawyer unfulfilled. Tarra's eyes opened questioningly. There was a
thrilling look of fear in them.

Victoria's handbag was rather large.  She reached into it, felt around,
then brought out a black cock shaped vibrator.  With a giggle she switched
it on, showing it to Tarra as she did so.  Then she rubbed its nose
between Tarra's sex lips to moisten it and before Tarra could realise what
was about to happen she nosed it gently but insistently against the bound
lawyer's anus.

Tarra pulled forward but she couldn't get away from the post. "NNNN" she
cried and tossed her head but Victoria pressed the vibrator in a little
more and helplessly Tarra felt it begin to open her anal sphincter. Her
own juices had made it slippery and she had no defense to hold it out.
With another push it was inside her rectum, a big fat black vibrating
sensation. Her pussy was still hot and wet and her clit erect. With horror
Tarra realised that Victoria was positioning the vibrator so that it was
adding to her sexual arousal.

"You love it, don't you darling", Victoria teased her.  "You'll be begging
to be ass fucked every time after this.  Your boyfriends won't know what's
got into you".  As Tarra writhed, the model worked the vibrator in and out
in a steady, insistent rhythm.  Tarra couldn't control herself.  Her ass
was lubricating itself too.

Victoria put her hand on the lawyer's pubis and just barely touched her
finger to her clit.  As the vibrator thrilled in her shithole the bound
woman arched her back and moaned incomprehensably through the leather gag.
Muscles in her thighs jumped as her orgasm hit her.  She reared up, then
sagged in her bonds.

Her quivering bottom and her panting betrayed her asshole induced climax.
Victoria pulled the vibrator out of the ravaged anus and then with horrid
intent she quickly removed Tarra's gag.

Tarra was still so aroused and excited and humiliated that she didn't at
first realise what her freedom to speak meant.  "You, you ...  " she said,
trying to collect her thoughts. Her thighs trembled weakly and she almost
hung from her wrist ropes.

Victoria gripped her by the hair then kissed her lips, thrusting her
tongue into Tarra's mouth. It was a long hot dominatiating kiss. As she
removed her mouth from Tarra's, Victoria pulled the lawyer's head back by
the hair. She raised the vibrator up towards Tarra's lips. A slight whiff
of shit was evident.

"HELP", Tarra called, "HELP, HELP, HELP".

Victoria was thrilled to have the smart sassy lawyer calling for help.
Confidently she tugged Tarra's hair, hurting her and twisting her head
awkwardly up and sideways. "Nobody here but me, darling", she said. "I
think I might spank you for that in a minute."

She released her grip on the lawyer's hair and stepped back to relish the
sight of Tarra at the post.  The lawyer's love juices glistened on her
inner thighs.  Victoria put her hands on her hips and contemplated her
defeated rival.

*        *         *

As soon as Tarra had clearly cried the word help Tasha had stopped playing
with herself and had taken hold of the net release lever. She hesitated
while Victoria stayed close to Tarra, but then when the blonde stepped back
onto just the right spot Tasha threw the lever.

Plomp.  The heavy dark corded net landed perfectly over Victoria.  The
weights at its edges pulled it down.  Victoria screamed, thrashed out with
her arms, stumbled in her spike heels and fell to her hands and knees.
The net settled heavily over her.

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*** Part 2  Crowned Crusader
----------------------------

Glenda Quartermaine was proud of her luxurious house.  In was set in a
parklike garden and its restrained Georgian architecture was complemented
by solid expensive furnishings.  Glenda had been born with money and had
made more.  People thought it came from the fashion magazines she
published and plenty of it did, but even more was from running a classy
bordello 'Queen Mabs'.  It was located across the border where brothels
were legal.  But although the business itself was legitimate Glenda
occasionally indulged in a little money gouging of her kinky customers.
As the hard headed businesswoman moved around her spacious drawing room
little did she know that these nefarious activities had caused her to be
under observation by Gotham City's most famous burglar - Catwoman.

Catwoman and two of her sex kittens, Talon and Passion, were sitting
silently in the spreading branches of a tall oak tree watching and
waiting.  Glenda had taken compromising video footage of Mayor O'Higgins,
and Catwoman's criminal commission was to get that evidence, letting
nobody stand in her way.

Glenda went to the bar to make herself a gin and tonic.  As she went
to get the tonic from the bar fridge she passed the telephone and glanced
at the message pad.  A page had been torn off and lay on the floor.
Glenda retrieved it.  She took in its contents at a glance.

"Idiot", she thought.  She didn't like her employees, even her contract
employees like Victoria Madison, taking too much on themselves.  From the
note she realised that the model had taken off to the factory, and the
words 'Tarra Rogers' underlined meant something to do with business was
going on.  Angrily she turned and headed for the front door.

*        *         *

Glenda's car roared down the driveway to the wrought iron gates.  Catwoman
dropped lithely to the ground.  "Wait", she told Talon and Passion and
swiftly glided across the lawn to the house.  It was the work of a moment
to find a drainpipe and climb to the first floor.  Her form fitting
costume made it easy to avoid being snagged on the way up.  Reaching a
small window she extended her talons and popped it.  With a squeak of
stiff protest it slid open.  Smoothly the feline felon slithered inside.
For a moment her cute lycra clad buttocks hung from the window sill, then
a kick of her muscular thighs and she was inside the house.

Mayor O'Higgins had been to the house on social visits and had given
Selena the layout. She switched off the burglar alarm and then called
Talon and Passion in. "You know what we're looking for", she told her
two vixens. "Let's scatter and find it".

*        *         *

If the crooked mayor had known of the new alarm connected via the Internet
direct to the Chief of Police's office then he would have told Selena to
power off the PC running in the study.  But the mayor didn't know, and
when Passion found the computer running she didn't switch it off.  Instead
she sat down in front of it and fired up the web browser.  As she keyed
"+superheroines +bondage" into the search engine the keystroke analysing
program that was running as a background task looked up the typing pattern
on its authorised user database.

Passion clicked on a thumbnail of Wonderwoman.  The picture that appeared
was wonderful.  The amazon was in a tight hogtie, her plump buttocks were
upraised as she pulled at her bonds and her big breasts were squashed
beneath her as she flopped on the floor.  Giggling, Passion put her hand
inside her Sensi-suit and began to play with herself.

The keystroke analyser's artifical intelligence reached a conclusion and
unbeknown to Passion sent its alarm message.

*        *         *

Batgirl was astride her Harley Fatboy enjoying the steady patented Harley
Vee twin throbbing. Batman had nearly flipped when she made it her batcycle.
Her newest costumes bothered him too. If he had his way she would probably
be wearing a woollen ankle to neck suit and riding a 125cc lady's bike. She
opened the throttle and let the big machine have its head up the black
macadam of the freeway bridge approach.

As she reached the crest of the bridge the batphone rang. "Yes", Barbara
said, "Batgirl speaking".

"Urgent, urgent.  Breakin in progress at Quartermaine residence, 1407 Game
Lady Drive.  Take extreme care, possible multiple felons" the metallic
voice informed her.  Batgirl slowed the big Harley slightly, then leaning
hard into it she threw a totally illegal U turn, jumped the machine over
the center island and headed for the Quartermaine place.

Bargirl knew that the house was a long way from the main gates so she rode
right to them and pulled the Harley up on the red gravel outside.  She
hooked a grapple over the gate top and climbed athletically over.  Once
inside the grounds, she darted from tree to tree towards the house.  She
saw the open first floor window.  There were no signs of forced entry on
the ground floor so the fearless crime fighter decided to follow the
burglars' own path.  She took her batgun, loaded it with a limpet grapel
and fired at the ledge.  The long rope snaked behind the grapel as it shot
to its target.  Batgirl gave it a decisive tug and began abseiling
straight up the wall.  At the window she bent her shapely legs, kicked
away from the wall, then swung feet first into the house.

She landed, poised for action, on her purple booted feet.  There were
faint sounds in the distance but she was alone in a well carpeted
passageway.  Enough light came up a stairwell and down the hall for her to
make her way with ease.  There was a louder noise, a bump like a drawer
being pulled out and upturned on the floor.  Batgirl shifted her hands to
her hips and adjusted her utility belt.  "I'm going to need these soon,"
she thought as she checked the batcuffs in their pouch.  She rolled her
shoulders ready for action and proceeded confidently down the hallway.

Passion had forgotten time as she played on the internet. While some
pictures had been loading she had guiltily looked in the desk drawers but
she knew in the back of her mind that she should tear herself away and start
looking seriously for the video. If her mistress caught her she knew that
she would be disciplined severely. Just one more hot picture ...

The latch of the study door clicked.  Feeling a sick guilt in the pit of
her stomach Passion twisted up off her chair and turned to face her
mistress and pretend that she was searching the desk, not the ether.  But
in the doorway, hands on hips, was Batgirl.

"What," said Passion, "what, what are YOU doing here?"

"You'll have a long time to think about that", Batgirl answered. "I advise
you to come quietly, my girl. Hold your wrists out, you're under arrest
for burglary and house breaking."

"No way", Passion said.  The spunky sex kitten circled slowly to her left,
towards the center of the study, bending slightly forward and holding her
arms out ready to grapple.  Her long dark hair was secured in a neatly
plaited single pigtail.  She was wearing only her favourite black
Sensi-suit and soft leather laceup boots.  Her muscles rippled under her
dark tanned skin and her broad cheekboned face was determined.  She was as
big as Batgirl and looked plenty mean.

Batgirl shrugged.  "You're asking for it, kitten", she said.  She knew
that the vixen she was facing was one of Catwoman's hench women and that
she wouldn't be alone.  In fact, it was highly likely that her mistress
was also feloniously on the premises.  "Have to take this one out quickly
and quietly", the sweetly shaped crusader thought.  She shut the heavy
study door behind her and stepped forward for combat.

Passion feinted to her right, then rushed Batgirl in a furious frontal
assault. But Batgirl wasn't there. Stepping back Batgirl swung a stiff
forearm into the dark haired girl's midriff and simultaneously tripped her
ankles.

"OOOFF", Passion gasped.  She stumbled and almost fell.  As she turned,
trying to recover, Batgirl raised one long leg high in the air and
swivelled in a fast kick.  The blow landed across Passion's breasts and
knocked her to the floor.  Batgirl threw herself on top of the winded sex
kitten.  She rolled miss Passion onto her stomach and sitting on the small
of her back with the fallen girl's buttocks swelling behind her Batgirl
gripped the felon's arms.  Pulling the vixen's slim wrists together
Batgirl held them in one hand while she extracted a pair of batcuffs from
her utility belt with the other.  She clicked them into place and snuggled
them tight around the tumbled kitten's slender wrists.

Passion was too flattened by the weight on her to cry out. She was still
stunned by the speed of her downfall and the heavy blows she had taken.
But she knew that if she could warn the others there might be hope for
her. She grunted and raised her head.

Batgirl put her hand on the back of the sex kitten's skull and pushed her
face firmly but not unkindly into the thick carpet. "MMMPPPMMHH" Passion
moaned into the twisted wool pile. She squirmed furiously but with her hands
cuffed and Batgirl firmly straddling her fallen form she was helpless.

"Can't have you making a noise", Batgirl told her.

Feeling behind herself the comely crusader ran her hand over Passion's
bottom.  Just as she expected she felt the slight bulge of a handkerchief
tucked under the suit near Passion's inner thigh.  "Knew she'd keep her
hankie somewhere", Batgirl thought, "like the lady tennis players".  She
felt under the Sensi-suit.  Her fingers touched Passion's womanhood and
the captured sex kitten struggled convulsively.  Batgirl pulled out the
hankie.  It was white silk, no doubt purloined from another wealthy
household.  Deftly she balled it into a wad.  She shifted her grip to
Passion's tightly plaited pigtail and suddenly pulled her captive's head
back.  As Passion opened her pretty mouth to scream, Batgirl stuffed the
silk wad into it.  "MMMBBBBLLL", Passion got out.  Batgirl held the hankie
gag in place with the palm of her hand while she secured it with a leather
strap from her utility belt.  "Has to be tight", she thought, and she
cinched it so that it pulled between Passion's full lips and stretched the
corners of the dark haired girl's mouth.

Batgirl shifted her position, now swivelling on her ass on Passion's
shoulders, to face the sex kitten's bottom. She kept the fallen vixen's
handcuffed hands along her back so she couldn't get at her gag.  Passion
kicked her legs wildly.  Her face was pressed sideways into the carpet.
She moaned in rage and humiliation and tried to kick at the woman on her
back.

Calmly Batgirl grabbed one of Passion's ankles.  She leant forward along
the sex kitten's body, her breasts pressing against the girl's swelling
bottom, her knees trapping Passion's arms, and grabbed the other foot.
Methodically, with Passion's legs caught in the crook of her forearm she
unlaced the ankle boots.  Passion was helpless.  She squirmed and made
muffled cries as she tried to twist away, tried to see what was happening,
but to no avail.  Batgirl crossed the vixen's ankles and used her own
stout bootlaces to lash them tightly together.

Batgirl rose gracefully to her feet. She stood erect with one booted foot
in the small of her bound foe's back, holding her firmly down. The fallen
girl struggled furiously on her belly on the floor.

Batgirl listened carefully. Through the solid door she faintly heard the
sound of another drawer being pulled out and upturned somewhere else in the
big house. Thoughtfully, already turning her attention to the remaining
robbers, the comely crusader bent over Passion, grasped the girl's tied
ankles, bent her legs back and tied her feet to her handcuffed wrists. She
rolled the helpless captive onto her side, then stepped to the door, opened
it and glided out.

Totally trussed up and firmly gagged, Passion moaned with fury and writhed
in her bonds as she listened to Batgirl's footsteps fade away.  Her
hogtied position arched her backwards and only mumbles could escape her
tight gag.  Her struggles had caused her Sensi-suit to climb into the
crack of her fanny and her round buttocks gleamed.  Soon all was quiet
except for her own panting.  But a faint hope rose in the bound sex
kitten's breast as she realised that Batgirl's cuffs left her fingers
free.

*        *         *

Batgirl moved quickly.  All the sounds were coming from below so she
slipped like a shadow down the wide stairs.  In the foyer she hesitated
for a moment before turning and moving across the black and white marble
chequered floor.  She picked the furthest door and opened it quietly.  The
room was obviously the kitchen.  Copper bottomed pots hanging on S shaped
hooks from a strong looking well polished brass rail gleamed and winked in
the bright overhead light.  Recipe books were strewn on the floor, grocery
packets were thrown around and everywhere was evidence of a ruthless
search for some book sized package.

The next sight that greeted Batgirl was most welcome.  A trim bottom was
poking at her from an open cupboard door.  It was a woman's ass, well
rounded, clad in a midnight blue catsuit.  Batgirl decided that it was
another of Catwoman's sex kittens, not Selena the arch villianess herself.
The legs in the blue suit were long and shapely but not as long as
Selena's.  She closed the door behind her, thanking her good fortune at
finding another felon alone, without comrades to assist her.  Batgirl's
soft leather boots were silent as she stalked across the kitchen.  She
selected a heavy saucepan and when she reached the cupboard, behind her
intended victim, she cooed softly "Have you found it yet?".

The catsuit clad sex kitten straightened and turned.  As her head
presented itself Batgirl hit it firmly with the heavy pan.  "CLONG".  It
was a solid blow, landing right on top of the tawny blonde head.  It was
Talon.  Her eyes glazed, and as her shapely body completed its turn her
legs crossed and she slumped at Batgirl's feet, ending in a sitting
position with her back against the open pantry door.  She was out for the
count.  Batgirl put the saucepan down.  "Better secure this one quietly
too", the curvaceous crusader thought.  From the pile of items on the
floor she selected a linen tea towel and a small potholder.  Batgirl
folded the potholder and popped it into the unresisting vixen's mouth.
She rolled the tea towel and used it to tie the gag in place.

Batgirl sat back on her heels.  The vision of her previous female captive
writhing helplessly on the upstairs study floor rose in her mind.  Batgirl
realised that she was enjoying tying the beautiful burglars.  Ever since
she had been tied up herself by Nora Clavicle during the Siamese
Silverware caper she had been aroused by bondage.  Her spandex batsuit
panties suddenly seemed constricting and the captivating crusader felt at
her groin.  A damp patch.  She shook her auburn locks then put her hand
down to Talon's unconscious form.  She ran her fingers over the woman's
soft round belly and onto her pubis.  She rubbed the material of the
catsuit over her captive's womanly mound, over the hairy cushion beneath.
Then briskly rising to her feet and holding the sex kitten by pussy and
shoulders Batgirl propped her against the wall.  The vixen was stirring,
but her arms still hung limply.  Batgirl snapped a pair of batcuffs onto
her, then raising her arms she hooked the hapless kitten to the saucepan
rail.

Regretfully she took her hand from Talon's pussy and turned for the door.

"MMMPPPHHH", Talon groaned protestingly as she regained consciousness. The
caped crusader didn't pause but stepped confidently into the foyer again.

Talon slowly returned to the land of the living.  Her head ached.  She
could remember someone saying something behind her, then nothing.  She
felt uncomfortable.  She tried to hold her sore head and the realisation
came that she was captive.  She was gagged.  She tried to cry out, to
expell the cloth from her mouth but she couldn't.  Her arms were secured
high over her head and her feet barely reached the floor.  Someone had
been interfering with her, her crotch felt warm and her catsuit had been
scrunched into the fold of her pussy.  She tugged at her wrists and tried
to pull away but she was caught.

*        *         *

Batgirl reached the center of the foyer. A door opposite opened. Batgirl
stopped, watchful but unafraid. The door opened further and Catwoman
appeared. She saw Batgirl instantly. "Talon, Passion", the villainess
called commandingly.

Batgirl was delighted. The call for only two henchwomen meant that she was
now facing the last of the three busty burglars. Two tied, one to take.
She moved confidently forward, eager to take Catwoman down.

*        *         *

Unfortunately for the comely crusader, Passion had already partially freed
herself.  The batcuffs had allowed her fingers freedom and the voluptuous
vixen had managed to break her hogtie with a paper knife from the desk
drawer.  Sitting on her shapely ass she had bent her thighs to her breasts
and squeezed her feet through her cuffed wrists.  Now she had her hands in
front of her and she quickly cut the bonds that tied her ankles together.
She got to her feet holding her cuffed wrists in front of her and reached
the stairway landing, just as Batgirl and Catwoman joined battle below.

As Passion looked over the stair rail Catwoman swung her whip and lashed out
at the caped figure. The black leather thong slashed out but Batgirl raised
her hand and caught the lash on her forearm. It wrapped around her arm, one,
two, three coils. Passion flinched at the very thought of the sting, but
Batgirl flexed her strong arm and pulled. Unwillingly Catwoman took a step
forward. The chief crook pulled at her whip to free it. Her long flared
gauntlets trembled as she tugged imperiously. She arched her back. Her tall
sinuous figure strained. Her buttocks bulged and her thigh muscles swelled
her skintight black bodysuit as she set herself to pull Batgirl in. As the
two women matched strength, doubt began to grow in Selena. Then Batgirl
exerted an extra effort and Catwoman took a forced step forward. Her spike
heeled boot rang on the marble floor.

Next to Passion on the upper landing was a big Kentia palm in a heavy red
eathernware pot. Passion could still feel where the solid leg kick blow
that had felled her had landed across her breasts. "Your turn, bitch", she
thought. She managed to lift the pot plant and balance it on the
stair rail. She measured the distance, hesitated for a moment, then
pushed.

"BAM".  The earthenware pot landed squarely on Batgirl's head.  The pot
broke into three pieces and the thick red brown shards flew to the floor
to shatter again.  The crowned crusader fell flat on her back with never a
sound.  Potting mix showered everywhere.  The root ball of the palm landed
between Batgirl's breasts.  In the sudden silence the tall fronds swayed
gently from side to side as the unconscious crime fighter's bosom rose and
fell in slumber.  Her legs were splayed wide apart and her feet pointed
outwards.  Her arms lay by her sides.  Catwoman stepped forward, and with
her fists on her hips she sneered at the fallen girl.

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*** Part 3  Victoria Falls
--------------------------

As Victoria Madison thrashed about under the heavy capture net, Tasha and
Yumi burst from concealment.  Tasha dashed to deal with the entangled
blonde model while Yumi ran to her still helplessly bound mistress Tarra.
The petite asian maid started to pull at the ropes tethering Tarra's slim
ankles.  Tarra whimpered through her gag in frustration as her pretty
helper fumbled at the fierce knots.  Yumi teased and tugged out the cord.
Her pretty dark haired scalp was at Tarra's still nude waist.  As she
worked, her thick fringe brushed against Tarra's brunette pubic muff.

Meanwhile on the floor in front of Tarra, Victoria was grunting and
swearing in rage.  Tasha was a big healthy cream complexioned outdoorsy
sort of girl and she had taken the net like a Greek fisherwoman, shoved
Victoria sprawling into its toils with a foot to the blonde's ass, and
then wound it round the trapped model.  As she twisted it into a closed
package it tightened around Victoria's shapely limbs and torso.  The model
kicked and struggled.  Her high heeled shoes came off and her hair became
dishevelled.  Tasha twisted further and the hapless girl within was rolled
over like a beached dolphin.  Her arms were trapped at her sides and soon
she could no longer even kick.  Tasha pulled the fallen beauty to her.
The model's now stockinged feet were off the ground, at Tasha's waist and
her weight was on her shoulders and back on the wide factory floorboards.
She fell into a sullen silence and glared up at her captor.

Yumi freed Tarra's ankles.  "Get me down, get me down", Tarra whispered,
in a tone of supplication.  She moistened her lips with her tongue.

The pretty asian maid climbed onto a chair and unhooked Tarra's wrist
bondage from the hook that had been holding her captive.  The lovely
lawyer lowered her arms, savouring the bliss of having them no longer
stretched above her.  "Ooohh", she sighed in relief, and flexed her long
legs.  Her wrists were still tied but her hands flew to her sweet womanly
groin.  Bending forward a little stiffly she gripped the front of her
panties and tried to pull them up to cover her nakedness.  With her hands
still tied the brunette's pulling at the front of her white cotton panties
only stretched them up as the rear triangle caught below her shapely
buttocks.  "Help me, Yumi", she said.

Yumi took her mistress' knickers by the sides and smoothed them up into
place, snugly covering the lawyer's intimate curves.  Then she untied
Tarra's wrists, freeing her competely at last.

Tarra tugged her skirt back down from the disorder that Victoria had
rucked it into around her waist and then, ignoring her brassiere, she
buttoned up her blouse, tucked it into the skirt, and shrugged her suit
jacket back into shape.  Finally, with the strength and feeling returning
to her arms and fingers, the lovely lawyer stepped over to the net
entwined Victoria.  Yumi joined her and stood by her side as the two of
them and Tasha, who was holding the ennetted model's captivity, gazed down
at their prisoner.

"Bitch", Tarra said.  She was still feeling intimidated.  Even though
Victoria was now helpless the lovely lawyer couldn't forget the orgasm she
had just been driven to with the vibrator fat in her anus, and this bitch
fingering her clitoris to tormented climax.  She swung her leg and booted
the helpless blonde solidly in the ass.  The model grunted and the sound
helped Tarra exorcise the demons from her mind.  She kicked the model
again.  Victoria's body swung from the blows as if in a hammock.

Tarra looked around the factory. It was called, blandly enough, The Pinkston
Erotica Factory, but it was obvious that the tastes of its clients ran
heavily towards bondage. A chrome A frame with bondage attachments took
Tarra's attention. It was mobile, on rollers, but looked strong enough to
support a basketballer's slam dunk. The A of the frame was supported by a
gridwork behind it and the whole contraption was on lockable rollers.
Numerous leather restraining straps were conviently positioned on it. The
welding at the frame joins was professional and the chrome finish gleamed
even in the dim light of the factory.

"Drag the bitch over there", Tarra ordered, gesturing at the frame.

Yumi helped Tasha do so.  At the bondage frame the three woman examined
the situation.  The dragging had bumped and flustered the netted model but
she still glared defiantly at them, clearly unsubdued although captive.
She hadn't spoken since she had stopped swearing at Tasha when she had
realised that her arms and legs were caught and she was helpless.  It was
obvious that if she got the chance she intended to put up a fight before
she would submit to the A frame.

However Victoria's situation was not enviable.  Her limbs were trapped.
Her captors could take their time, and Tarra, being a lawyer, intended to
completely ensnare her opponent, leaving her absolutely no loopholes to
escape her predicament.  Tarra studied the situation.  Problem - to
transfer a captured opposite party from net to frame.  Objective - a
smooth transfer with no risk taken.  Method - a step by step approach.

First Tarra told Yumi to unravel the net from Victoria's feet, but only as
far as her ankles. With the model furiously watching, Tarra crossed her
ankles and tied them together. Yumi rolled the net back further, to the
model's knees, and Tarra tied her beautiful legs firmly just below the
knee, above the shapely curve of her calves. With her legs securely
packaged the three dumped the blonde on the floor. Tarra rolled the still
net enmeshed model onto her front. Tasha sat on the middle of her back.

Tarra got two long ropes ready, Yumi rolled the net up to the model's
waist, freeing her hands but leaving her arms tightly wound to her sides.
Tarra tied a rope tightly about each wrist and then looped each rope over
a pulley on the A frame. She took the end of one rope and Yumi took the
other.

"Okay", Tarra told Tasha.  Tasha rose from Victoria's back, and Tarra and
Yumi pulled on the ropes.  As Victoria was raised on the pulleys Tasha
unwound the net.  The blonde model's arms were forcibly spread and
although the moment that her torso was free she began struggling
furiously, she was unable to resist.  She was pulled up against the
bondage frame.  Tasha held her arms and Yumi strapped her wrists into the
remorseless restraints.  They positioned the model so that her arms were
hung over the horizontal chrome A bar and her wrists strapped at her waist
height to the side frame.  The posture arched her back slightly.  The
model's yellow silk scarf was still jauntily draped over her shoulders.
Tarra undid it, then retied it as a pretty collar around her throat
securing her neck to a cross bar and holding her head erect.  Yumi ran a
slim cord from one wrist to the other across the front of her belly.  She
was secured, unable to get off the frame.

Her legs were still packaged in the knee and ankle ties.  Once her arms
were helplessly secured the three women worked quickly together to strap
her ankles widely apart to the bottom corner straps of the A frame.  The
blonde model now hung in position from her arms and ankles, like a viking
captive tied to the prow of a longship.  Her pretty semi-transperent dress
was crumpled from her ordeal.  The wide spreading of her long legs made
it even more see through, clearly showing her black g-string panties which
barely concealed her chaste treasure.  Her bosom rose and fell as she
struggled at her restraints.  Her thick blonde hair fell in heavy locks on
either side of her high cheekboned face.

*        *         *

Tarra stepped back and surveyed the scene. She found it good. "Strip her
naked", she ordered. Tasha and Yumi did so swiftly and thoroughly.

The beautiful blonde model was now totally exposed.  Except for the yellow
silk collar around her throat and the leather straps at wrists and ankles,
there was not even a hint of covering for her sweet curves.  Her arched
back thrust her breasts out, their nipples pointing horizontally.  At her
groin her honey blonde pubic bush was a narrow but thick patch at the
shadow of her soft belly.  Golden down covered the smooth skin between the
darker triangle and her thighs.  The frame raised her a little from the
floor but it was positioned in front of a platform that meant that her
captors were strutting slightly above her.

"You need a makeover", Tarra told her. "I'm going to bring out your
whorishness and then I'm going to spank your ass."  She turned on her heel
and stalked across to the post that had known her own captivity. On the
floor next to it Victoria's large handbag lay where it had fallen. Tarra
picked it up and walked back to her captive. Standing in front of Victoria
she upturned the bag onto a table. Its contents piled out. As Tarra had
expected there was a good selection of makeup. Grinning evilly she took a
capsule of silvered purple eyeshadow and started work. With Yumi's help
the lovely lawyer adjusted the model's makeup. They didn't make the beauty
look ridiculous but when they had finished with her face she looked like
an expensive whore, not the tasteful model type at all. Her full lips were
redder than red and her eye shadow and mascara shrieked "fuck me".

Next Yumi rouged her nipples. The dark haired asian's soft fingers rubbed
the rouge into Victoria's aureoles and nipples and the reddened dugs began
to stand erect under the soft attention. All this time Victoria had remained
defiantly silent, but now an uncertain moan escaped her red lips.

Tasha was sitting quietly watching. She poked through the belongings that
had been upturned from Victoria's handbag. Then she giggled. When Tarra
turned questioningly to her she held up Victoria's Remington lady shaver.
Tarra took it from her assistant. She flicked it on.

"No", Victoria said, "no".

Tarra took no notice.  She brought the whirring blades to the model's
honey blonde pubes and began to shave her, enjoying the captive's pained
squeaks as the shaver blades pulled at the curly muff.  Tasha found a
safety razor and stirred herself from the enjoyable spectacle long enough
to bring a jug of warm water and a bar of soap from the bathroom.  By the
time she returned only blonde stubble hid Victoria's pussy.  She lathered
soap into the model's groin and belly and Tarra finished shaving the
captured woman as smooth as could be.  They splashed her off with the warm
water and patted her dry with her own black panties.  Tarra took another
lipstick, a darker shade, and applied it sparingly to the bound model's
pussy lips.

"Does she or does she not look an absolute whore?", Tarra asked standing
up when she had finished.

Victoria did indeed.  Yumi had kept playing with her breasts and rouged
nipples and they were now painfully erect.  The slippery touching of the
lipstick to her womanly lips had excited her despite herself and the
tasteful reddening emphasised her swelling mound of Venus.  Her widely
spread legs allowed her to conceal nothing.  She was losing her confidence
as the purposeful ministrations and treatment of her by the three women
had brought home to her her total helplessness.  Suddenly she saw how she
looked.  Tasha had rolled a full length mirror before her.  Humiliated,
Victoria hung naked, captive, in the A frame, painted for pleasure.

Tarra hadn't finished with her captive.  In the leather section of the
factory she found a nice leather bottom harness.  It had two battery
driven dildoes attached to a three way belt.  Giggling the lawyer brought
it behind the blonde and strapped the waist belt on.  Then she jiggled the
nearest dildo against Victoria's back passage and firmly pushed it home,
into her anus.  The second dildo went swiftly into her pussy between the
painted lips.  Tarra buckled the belt to the waist strap.  Victoria's
buttocks jerked as Tarra switched both vibrators on.  Tarra fondled the
rounded curve of Victoria's bottom.  Thoughtfully she took a long chrome
pole and slotted it into position on the frame so that it ran in front of
the model's thighs and pushed her buttocks out and up.  Then she stepped
behind the blonde model, took the riding crop that she had also brought
from the leather section, and raised it high.

The bound model still didn't realise that she was about to be lashed.  The
dildoes in her ass and pussy were driving her wild.  Her fanny was juicy
and she was moaning in humiliated arousal as she writhed in her bonds.
She was trying to control herself.  She didn't want to cum in captivity
for the amusement of three sluts who weren't worth spit.  As the throbbing
continued in her front and back passages she tried to mentally recite her
multiplication tables to distract herself. "Nine sixes are fifty four",
she was thinking as she struggled and writhed.

"Swish, smaack".  The riding crop landed suddenly across her straining
buttocks.  She jerked in her bondage.  Her bottom was totally exposed and
unprotected.  The leather straps of the belt holding the twin dildoes that
penetrated her plumped her buttocks out lewdly; they protected her
not at all.

"Swish, smaack".

Victoria could no longer think of anything else but her physical
sensations.  Her concentration was broken.  There was no rhythm to the
spanking that she could get used to.  The pain was sharp but the hurt
wasn't enough to mask the intense erotic urges building in her from the
throbbing of the dildoes.  Pink stripes were criss crossing her round
upper thighs and bottom as she was overwhelmed by the situation.
Helplessly she hung her head and moaned in sexual heat as she began to
shudder with an orgasm.  "AHHH, YYEESS", she whimpered as her pussy
contracted in sweet waves of climax.  Sex juices were dribbling down her
inner thighs, stickily oozing under the leather straps.

As the blonde hung exhausted from the bondage frame Tarra unbuckled the
butt and pussy plugger and dropped it to the floor. She was getting
excited herself. Handing the riding crop to Yumi she took another vibrator
in her hand. Thrusting herself against Victoria's body she began to hand
fuck the helpless model with one hand while playing with her breasts with
the other. Victoria whimpered brokenly. Behind her Yumi plied the riding
crop to Victoria's straining bottom, urging her on to orgasm after
orgasm.

The three woman in control of Victoria were losing control of themselves.
Victoria was juiced up and cumming again and again and her moaning and
weak helplessness was very exciting.  Soon Tarra took her skirt off and
buckled on a large dildo.  Its leather harness secured it to her groin.
She hefted the big rubber shaft and guided it into Victoria's pussy.  Her
frantic humpings slithered in and out.  The base of the dildo excited her
own clit.  Tasha donned a dildo too and began butt plugging the bound
blonde's rear entrance.  Victoria's moans and wails were cut short when
Yumi also strapped on a dildo and, climbing onto the A frame, began to
thrust into the model's mouth.

*        *         *

Out in the factory carpark a small cavalcade pulled up. From the first car
Glenda Quartermaine emerged. The black car next to her disgorged four
muscular male thugs. Glenda inspected the surrounding neighbourhood. All was
quiet. In the carpark was Victoria Madison's BMW and another car that Glenda
didn't recognise. She turned to the men and gave her instructions.


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*** Part 4  Contorted Coupling
------------------------------

Selena gazed down at the fallen Batgirl.  Then she turned to the stairs.
Passion was running down them holding her batcuffed hands in front of her.
Her pretty mouth was still gagged tightly.  Catwoman turned her assistant
around and undid the tricky strap.  Passion spat out the silk hankie.  "I
surprised her in the study", the sex kitten lied, "but she tricked me, I
would have got her in a fair fight, I ...".

"Shut up", Selena interrupted. "Hold your hands out."

Even for the master burglar the batcuffs were a tough ask but she managed
to master their subtle lock with her agile talons and pop Passion free
from their tight constraint.  "Talon", she called then, to her second
vixen, "where are you?".  As she and Passion listened, above the laboured
breathing of the unconscious caped crusader at their feet, they heard
"INNNNHHHH" from across the foyer.  Catwoman shook her head.  "Bring her
here", she ordered Passion.  As her Sensi-suited sidekick went to do her
bidding Catwoman turned her attention to Batgirl.

In the kitchen Passion giggled at Talon. Her fellow sex kitten struggled,
pulling her cuffed wrists fruitlessly against the hook holding her to the
high brass rail. The lush curves of her slim body were stretched by her
position and fully revealed by her clinging body suit. She tossed her
head, enraged that Passion should be laughing at her. Her tawny blonde
hair shook and she scrabbled her feet helplessly on the kitchen floor.

"Don't worry", Passion said, "I'll untie you".  She stood on a chair,
undid the tea towel from Talon's wide stretched mouth and with surprising
gentleness extracted the wadded potholder from her lips.  Talon grunted
thankfully.  Passion unhooked her arms.  Dropping to the floor the dark
haired vixen gave her companion a hug.  "Never mind", she comforted Talon,
"actually she caught me too.  Come on, Selena will get these cuffs off in
a minute".  With her arm around Talon's shoulders she led her out of the
room.  In the foyer Catwoman did as Passion had told Talon she would and
once again the tawny headed sex kitten was free.

Catwoman wasted no further time.  Batgirl had already made stirring
motions and it was clear that she would soon regain consciousness.  Selena
had decided what to do with her while Passion was unhooking Talon.  From
her bag she took several coils of purple silk rope and a smooth round two
and a half foot long wooden rod.  Near each end of the stick were a pair
of neatly drilled holes.  As these implements came into view Talon got
visibly excited.

"She likes tying up", Talon said. "It turns her on".

"Now we'll find out if BEING tied excites her", Selena replied. She
stroked her finger down Batgirl's torso, over her breast, over her bare
midriff, down her spandex shorts to her groin. Briefly she played with
Batgirl's pussy through the clinging material.

Batgirl moaned.  Her consciousness was slowly returning.  Passion held her
wrists above her head and Talon her ankles. She was silenced by a red ball
gag that Selena buckled around her head.

Now Catwoman unbuckled the utility belt and laid it aside.  She stripped
the curvaceous crusader's spandex shorts down her thighs, then right off,
exposing her auburn pubic hair as she lay on her back on the floor.  Next
her tank top came off.  Batgirl, semi aware now of what was going on, was
rolled over and her arms pulled behind her back by Passion.  Catwoman
looped a purple cord around her arms at the elbows and drew it tight.
Pulling Batgirl's arms firmly together Selena ran the rope in neat loops
to Batgirl's wrists and bound them with palms pressed together.

Passion held Batgirl down by sitting on her shoulders.  Catwoman took both
shapely ankles and bent them back.  While Talon held them Selena put the
wooden rod in the crook of Batgirl's knees.  Then she used the drill holes
at each end of the rod to fix Batgirl's legs wide apart, tied to the rod
at each knee.  She took one ankle, drew it towards the back of the
captive's thigh and tied it neatly and securely to her upper leg.  She did
the same to the other leg.  Finally the fiendish felon tied a waist rope
around the hapless heroine's belly above her hips and then, running under
this waist rope she knotted her wrists to her ankles with two tight runs
of cord.  Then she attached the thigh ropes to the waist rope.  With
Batgirl now a helpless bundle, Selena flipped her captive over again and
positioned the contorted crusader on her knees.

Batgirl knelt on the marble floor in front of Catwoman in a nude spread
leg variant of a hogtie.  Selena and the sex kittens had left Batgirl her
cowl and cape and her long purple leather gloves and boots, but no other
garments remained to her.  Her thick auburn locks hung from her cowl.  Her
firm young breasts pouted upwards as she leant stiffly back in her tie.
Her thighs were spread by the wooden rod that her knees were tied to and
her auburn haired pussy was open to the view of all. She had been left
just enough length of cord between ankles and thighs to allow her to be
positioned in a kneel. She squirmed and pulled at her bonds. Her struggles
told her that she was powerless and in the control of the female felons
looking down at her.  She felt the same erotic thrill that tying Talon and
Passion had given her. She writhed and twisted her hips against her bonds,
moving her pussy mound in small circles and whimpering through her gag.

Catwoman leant forward and stroked Batgirl's cheek.  She caressed her full
breasts then teased at her nude pussy lips.  "Talon was right, Batgirrrl,
you're getting wet", she purred.  Batgirl felt humiliated by being bested
and bound by women.  But as Catwoman played with her pussy lips she felt
that she was betraying herself by becoming swollen with desire.  And it
was truly so, she was getting wet.

Passion squatted behind the captured crusader and began to tickle her
anus.  Batgirl moaned through her gag, not knowing even herself whether
she was in pleasure or in pain.

"It's sweet to get to know you so intimately", Catwoman said, "but our
time is limited and YOUR time is running out." She hung a flat metal
object on Batgirl's round belly and attached it to the waist rope.  Then
she took a silk scarf from her bag and tied it to the metal package, ran
it between Batgirl's thighs and ass cheeks and secured it to the back of
her waist rope.  She twirled a knob on the oblong metal container.  It
began to tick.  At eack tick the scarf was slid up then released.

"It's a small but powerful time bomb Batgirl", Selena informed the bound
and gagged captive.  "I've set it for a twelve minute delay so you can
enjoy the scarf.  You'll be absolutely blown away by your climax you
little pet."

Waving to their victim and giggling together the vile villainesses left
Batgirl to helplessly await her own demise.  As they left, Passion asked
what had happened to the video.  Catwoman explained that it was nowhere to
be found, but that she had ascertained from certain papers in the lounge
room that the comprising video was stashed at Glenda Quartermaine's
upmarket brothel across the county line.  Unconcerned at the cruel end
that inexorable fate had assigned to Batgirl they headed out the back
entrance of the mansion.

*        *         *

Batgirl moaned and struggled but she was securely tied. The silk scarf
rubbed over her pussy and clitoris with eack tick of the bomb. She was
sexually aroused and squirming but the silken stimulation kept her
quivering on the tantalising brink of orgasm without releasing her. A few
feet away on the floor her utility belt lay, discarded. By the main door
there was another ticking object, a polished walnut grandfather clock. The
hand moved on its dial. Eight minutes to go. Batgirl's thighs trembled
as the scarf slid through her auburn muff between her pussy lips. "Gotta
get to the belt", she thought.

If she tried with all her might she could just move towards it by lifting
one hobbled knee and then the other. Painfully, inch by inch, nude and
distracted by the teasing of the silk between her thighs, she struggled
towards the belt. As she lurched from knee to knee the cold heavy bomb
bumped against her belly, just above her pubis.

Fortunately for Batgirl she was superbly fit.  Her gym work was paying off
for her now.  With minutes to spare she was within reach of her utility
belt.  She strained mightily and managed to topple herself forward.  Her
firm breasts hit the marble floor.  "MMMPPPHHH", she groaned at the
impact.  Then she positioned the red ball of her cruel gag over the belt.
She used it like a bird would its beak to tap at the batphone, getting it
into open circuit.  "IIMMM", she grunted, "MMMMMMMM".  "Useless", she
thought.  Suddenly she remembered her radio wave emitting beacon.
Desperately she pushed at it with the ball gag.  When she saw its blinking
light she heaved her belly atop the belt hoping the radio waves would
interfere with the bomb's timing mechanism.  Raising her head she could
see the time ...  only three minutes left before she would be blown to
kingdom come.

The radio beacon did two things. First, just as Batgirl had hoped it
would, it stopped the bomb's timer. One moment the bomb was ticking in
menacing counterpoint to the grandfather clock, the next it was silent,
defused. Batgirl heaved a sigh through her gagged lips. Thank heavens the
timer was electronic and not oldfashioned clockwork.

Secondly, the beacon set off an alert deep in the Batcave on the outskirts
of Gotham City.  Robin was alone there.  Now that he was a husky twenty
three year old, bigger and stronger than Batman, he often took the night
shift alone.  When he saw Batgirl's alarm he sprang to his feet and
switched on the direction finder.  Coupled with the Batcave's military
style global positioning system, and the street grid for Gotham City he
pinpointed the scene of the trouble in a flash.  At a flat run he headed
for the Batmobile.

*        *         *

Laying on her breasts and belly on the floor with her pretty face turned
to one side and her arms tied behind her, Batgirl began to move her bound
ankles in the hogtie.  As she pulled them against the cords tying them to
her thighs the silk scarf rubbed sensuously against her pussy.  The tight
bondage position was exciting Batgirl and she continued to rub herself as
her pussy got more and more excited.  "Should try and get free", she
thought, but now that the bomb had stopped, her urgency was being directed
to her womanly needs.  The ropes did excite her.  Alone in the mansion,
she worked her slender ankles against the purple silk cords and squirmed
her pussy against the scarf movments.  "MMMMMM", she breathed through the
gag, "MMMMMMMM".

The front door opened.  With her face on the floor Batgirl could see
Robin's feet and legs and the bulge in his striped spandex bathers.  She
squirmed.  His feet came quickly towards her.  His strong hands raised her
shoulders.  She knelt, bound, in front of him.  She was keenly aware of
her nakedness and thankful that Selena had left her her cowl to cover her
blush.  Robin pulled the bomb from her belly and flung it through the
door.  The scarf dropped from her pussy and hung behind her from the waist
rope.  It brushed her round bottom.  Robin reached for her gag.

Batgirl had never been so horny.  The silk had been driving her wild.
"NNNNOOOO", she got out through the gag.  She shook her auburn head.  She
had been at the edge of orgasm so long.  Robin looked questioningly into
her eyes.  At first he thought there was a second booby trap but then
understanding dawned.  He touched her pussy.  "YYYYYSSSS", Batgirl moaned.
She writhed fetchingly in her bonds.  Robin pulled his bulging member from
his striped spandex bathers and nosed it to her moist vulva.  He held her
bottom cheeks and thrust into her.  Batgirl pulled her wrists and legs
against her restraints and tried helplessly to push against him.  As he
slid his manhood into her she worked her pussy and inner thigh muscles and
moaned sweetly through her gagged lips.  Robin understood her needs and
caressed her bottom as he knelt between her spread tied thighs and stroked
in and out.  At last Batgirl relaxed, and experienced the sweetest orgasm
of all, helpessly bound, her buttocks cupped in Robin's strong hands and
his big cock filling her womanhood.  Robin felt her cumming and pressed
his cock fully into her wet pussy. His scrotum slapped against her hairy
lips as he shot his load.  They climaxed together, then rolled apart.

Robin panted on the floor for a time then carefully untied the curvaceous
captive. She stretched her limbs and with slight embarassment looked away
from him. "It was the silk scarf", she explained, "Catwoman is fiendish".

Robin nodded.

"I heard them talking as they left", Batgirl continued. "I know where
they've gone, I'm going to deal with them severely".

"Do you want help?", Robin asked, lying contentedly beside her.

"No", Batgirl answered firmly.  "I'm going to bring them to justice
myself".  She wrapped her cape around her nakedness and determinedly left
Robin.  He watched her with admiration as she strode proudly down the
gravel path.  Wearing nothing but cape, gloves, boots and utility belt
Batgirl straddled her big Harley batcycle, fired it up and headed off down
the highway into the dark night.  The wind caught the cape and it blew
behind her letting the breeze caress her breasts and ruffle her pussy
hair.

*        *         *

Batgirl called into the library for a new costume.  The nude ride had been
a thrill but she knew that she couldn't tackle Catwoman unclothed.  She
didn't go to her house because the concierge was always on the door.  She
used her staff key at the side door of the library, and down in the
stacks, among dusty history books, she retrieved the spare Batgirl costume
she kept stashed there.  In the staff bathroom she douched herself after
her coupling with Robin, then dried off using the air blow drier on the
wall, twisting and turning her naked butt in its warm jet.  She dressed
herself quickly in the brief one piece purple spandex costume, repacked
her utility belt, brushed her hair, put her cowl and cape back on and
prepared to catch up with Catwoman again.  In only a few minutes her
pitstop was done and she was outside the dark bulk of the library again
and straddling her Harley. Her sinuous shadowy figure glinted where the
moonlight reached her spandex clad curves.

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*** Part 5  Prisoners of Glenda
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Glenda lead the four thugs into the factory.  Tarra was still humping the
captive Victoria with her strapped on dildo.  Her back was to the
newcomers and she noticed nothing.  Tasha could see nothing either,
because even though she was behind the blonde model thrusting between
Victoria's round spread buttock cheeks into her asshole, her view was
obscured by Yumi.  The petite dark haired asian was still mounting
Victoria's head and pumping a strapped on flesh colored dildo into her
mouth.

Victoria was moaning with arousal as she hung in her harness on the A
frame.  Orgasm after orgasm had torn through her statuesque body.  Now
Tarra was grunting towards a climax herself.  Each thrust of Tarra's
shapely hips ground a stimulating knob of the dildo against her own clit.
She squeezed her thighs together, and hugging Victoria's waist in tight
extacy she rooted her for all she was worth.

The biggest thug stepped right behind the unsuspecting Tarra.  The other
three muscle fanned out slightly around the tableau.  Glenda Quartermaine
stood well back, watching unconcernedly.  Tarra was wearing her linen
business suit jacket.  She had removed the skirt when she donned the strap
on dildo.  Her white lacey cotton panties clung tightly to her straining
ass.  Smooth brown skin showed in the gap at the top of her thighs between
her panties and garter belt and the tops of her stockings.  Her calves
were stretched appealingly by the highish heels of her strappy sandals.
Her legs were braced as she humped Victoria and she was pressing her
thighs together and squirming against her end of the dildo as she
slithered each thrust into the blonde model's pussy.  Her thick brown hair
tumbled warmly over her shoulders and swayed with her movements.  She was
panting as she pounded.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Tasha saw one of the men. A cold,
sick sensation froze her guts. She pushed back from Victoria's round
bottom and with her hands still resting on the curves of the beautiful
model's hips she stood motionless. She just knew that they were in big
trouble.

Tarra felt the change in rhythm as Tasha stopped butt plugging from the
opposite side of their captive. She looked around Victoria's breast and
the fearful expression on Tasha's face brought her to a stop.

Only Yumi, at Victoria's red mouth, keep plunging. The asian maid was a
silent worker and now that Tarra had ceased grunting, only the tiny
whimperings that Victoria could get past Yumi's dildo disturbed the
threatening silence.

For a long moment Tasha and Tarra were still.  Then Tasha turned and
bolted.  Tarra started to turn, started to look over her shoulder, but the
dark suited thug behind her raised his arms and as Tarra pulled away from
Victoria's ravaged loins he swung his arms fiercely together taking the
lovely lawyer from the rear in a fierce bear hug.  His fisted hands
slammed together into the pit of her belly.  The wind was driven out of
the brunette in a shocked "OOOFFF".  The man was tall and powerfully
built.  He stepped back.  He leant back from the waist and his strong arms
squeezed Tarra's waist.  He hitched her body up slightly, lifting the
struggling lawyer so that her bottom was cuddled comfortably into his own
waist.  With easy strength he swung around and walked a few steps from the
A frame.

Tarra kicked her long legs and scratched and pulled at the man's wrists.
One of her sandals flew off.  Her feet couldn't reach the floor.  She had
no leverage and was helpless in the powerful bearhug.  The strong arms
compressing her stomach had pulled her blouse and jacket well up.  Her
belly below the fierce grip was bare to her white panties.  She made a
lewd sight as she kicked her tanned thighs, swinging her stockinged legs
frantically to either side of the legs of the man holding her aloft.

Behind Tarra and Victoria, Tasha had not got far at all.  As she ran for
the back of the factory two of the men chased and caught her.  One grabbed
her by the wrist and as she tried to tug free the other caught her other
arm.  They twisted her arms behind her and walked her back towards the
others.

The fourth thug had reached up and grasped both of Yumi's ankles.  He gave
a savage pull and twist.  The little dark haired maid was jerked from the
chrome A frame and twisted around in mid air.  She was just able to keep
her head upright as she fell.  With a solid thump she landed on the
platform in front of the bondage frame, bottom first.  The shock nearly
drove her spine through her skull.  The man had retained his hold on her
ankles.  He jerked her forward, on her plump bottom, then upended her by
lifting her ankles to his shoulder height and trapping them against the A
frame.

The two men frog marching Tasha back reached the rest of the group and
halted. They gave a severe twist to her arms and forced her chest and
breasts out. Tasha looked sideways at her mistress, Tarra, then at the
upended Yumi, and realised that they were done for.

*        *         *

"Untie me, get me down", Victoria demanded.  "Thank goodness you've
arrived.  Let me get my hands on that bitch." Her spirit was returning.
Impatiently she pulled at the soft leather cuffs that held her to the
frame.

Tarra cringed as best she could in the grip that held her helpless.
Victoria glared fiercely at her, then turned again towards Glenda.

Glenda started to move towards the still captive Victoria.  The model's
beautiful body was completely revealed in her wide stretched captivity.
Nothing hid the fleshy mounds of her freshly shaved pussy lips.  The
carmine lipstick still highlighted them and the rouge that Yumi had
applied to her nipples enhanced the allure of her full high breasts.
Despite Yumi's mouth fucking, the redder than red lipstick and heavy
purple eyeshadow was still intact as was the mascara that thickened and
darkened the long eye lashes.

"Tell those men to look away", Victoria said.  All the male eyes were on
her nude beauty.  "Get me down, my dress is over there, I " ...  she
stopped as Glenda interrupted.

"No", Glenda said in her deep authoritative voice.  "You've made one too
many mistakes, Victoria." She fixed her frightening gaze deep into
Victoria's dark eyes.  "I've only got one use for you now", she said, "and I
promise you, you won't like it."

"Get them all into the car", Glenda ordered, turned on her heel, and began
walking to the door.

"No", Victoria screamed, struggling on the A frame, "no. Get me down.
There's been a mistake".

One of the men holding Tasha let go of her, took up a ball gag from the
platform and casually silenced Victoria with it.  "No mistake, sister", he
told her.  Then he unstrapped her from the bondage frame, lashed her
wrists tightly behind her back with a thin cord, and marched her, stark
naked, towards the exit.

Tasha was quickly trussed in similiar fashion and forced after the
nude blonde model. "At least I've still got my clothes on and I'm not
gagged" she thought. She determined to keep silent and hope for the best.
The thug controlling her fancied her though, and as he hurried her along
he put a hand on her left breast and began caressing her.

The man bearhugging Tarra dropped her on her butt. The lovely lawyer
swivelled and rolled onto her knees. Pushing herself up from the floor she
rose to her feet and faced her captor. "I'm a lawyer", she said. "Leave me
alone. Go on, get away, you've no right to take me anywhere". Unmoved the
man gripped her wrist and twisted her around. "Let me put my skirt on",
Tarra demanded.

"If we're taking you where I think we are, you won't need a skirt, honey",
the man said.  He slapped her jocularly on her round pantie clad bottom
and grabbed her other wrist.  Holding them together with one hand he wound
a white rope around them, then took several turns between her wrists
around the rope itself and cinched it off inescapably.  He stepped back
and holding one end of her leash he inspected her.  "A pair of heels,
now", he told the lovely lawyer, "they'll be useful".  He kicked her
fallen sandal to her and made her slip it on.

"Unhand me", Tarra said, "I'll sue, I'm well connected, you'll regret this
I tell you." Her captor quietly took Victoria Madison's yellow silk scarf
from the ground. Efficently he tied a knot in the middle of it. Ignoring
Tarra's protests he pulled the scarf between her lips, with the knot in
her mouth. Pulling it tightly back he tied it behind her head, muffling
her protests.

In her high strappy heels, clad only in panties and stockings from the
waist down, gagged with the strip of yellow silk, Tarra was urged to the
door at the end of her wrist leash.  Still managing to hold her head
high the brunette obeyed.

Poor Yumi had had her dress fall upside down and over her upper body when
she was upended.  The man holding her liked the look of her knickers.  As
a temporary measure he buckled her ankles into a restraining cuff on the
bondage frame, leaving the cute asian helpless and upside down.  Then he
tied her hands in front of her and pulling her long dress into a bundle
over her head he fastened it closed above the crown of her head.  When he
undid her feet and stood her up, her upper half was parcelled into the
pulled up dress while her pantie clad lower half was free.  Yumi stood
quietly, helpless, while the man knotted a length of rope around her
waist.  Then she felt him tug her forward and she was led, her sight and
hearing muffled, to the door.

*        *         *

In the factory carpark Glenda sat at the wheel of her big silver grey car
with her window wound down and her elbow on the door sill.  The first of
her henchmen frog marched the stark naked Victoria Madison out the door.
Glenda watched what happened next with dispassionate interest.  It was
best to let these brutish types have their head sometimes.

The man backed Victoria up against the boot of the black Pontiac
Parisienne sedan, then bounced her ass onto it.  He was really taken with
the voluptuous blonde beauty.  "MMPPHH", she protested, shaking her head
desperately trying to beseech Glenda for release as the thug spread her
ankles and positioned her close.  She thrust her bound hands out behind to
support herself in her indignity as he unzipped his pants and flipped out
his donger.  She was too soft and juicy to resist any longer, and soon he
was chock a block up the beautiful model.  The car squeaked and bounced as
he slammed into her warm pussy.  Over his shoulder Valerie could see to
her horror that Glenda was amused at her plight.

Tasha averted her gaze from the awful sight as she was dragged to the car.
Her captor put his hand on her neck, forced her head down and pushed her
into the back seat.  Tasha was still behaving obediently.  The man knelt
over her and tied her bound hands to the seat belt anchor beside her head.
Then he tied her legs together at the ankles.  "Don't go away", he joked,
and patted her cheek.  Tasha shrank back against the door pillar.

Tarra emerged from the factory struggling wildly.  She tried to dig the
heels of her strappy sandals into the doorway to stop herself being pushed
outside but her captor shoved her in the ass and forced her into the
carpark and over to the Pontiac.  At the side of the car he took hold of
her mane of brown hair and pulled her to the ground.  Producing another
rope he crossed her ankles one over the other and tied them together.
Then he tied wrists to ankles, picked her up around the waist and dropped
her on her belly on the floor of the car between front and back seat.  The
hogtied lawyer lay still on her stomach with her face turned sideways to
the rear, jammed against Tasha's feet.  Dribble formed in the corner of
her mouth under the yellow silk gag.

Yumi, her torso packaged in her own dress, appeared next.  She looked
sweet.  Helpless, with clean neat panties on view tantalisingly concealing
her plump fanny.  Her slim legs were bare and golden brown.  Like Tasha
she showed no resistence.  She was sat in the front seat and ankle tied
for the journey.  One man sat in the back with Tasha and the hogtied
Tarra.  The driver jumped in.

The thug who had been unable to wait to fuck Victoria had finished with
her and pulled her over to her own BMW. He and the fourth man tied
her ankles together, sat her in the front passenger seat and buckled her
into the seatbelt. Then one of them jumped into the driver's seat and the
other into the back.

Glenda started her car and led the way out of the factory carpark.  In the
Pontiac and BMW behind her, her prisoners bounced and swayed in their
bonds as the cars bumped across the sidewalk and turned into the roadway.
Tasha and Victoria could see where they were going but Yumi with her dress
drawn over her head, and the hogtied Tarra on the floor of the Pontiac,
had no idea of their direction.  A heavy foot descended onto Tarra's
bottom and rested there, pressing her down onto the transmission tunnel.

---------------------------
*** Part 6  Cathouse Climax
---------------------------

The entertaining rooms and the upstairs bedrooms of the Queen Mab bordello
were thickly carpeted and full of lush furniture but in the back of the
whore house the passageways were dim and more than a little dusty.  It was
a large three storey converted warehouse with an underground basement,
full of strange rooms and surprises for the unwary.

Talon and Passion were following closely behind Catwoman as the shapely
feline felon led them in single file.  The three thieves made a pretty
picture as they slipped through the shadows in their skin tight skimpy
costumes.  Catwoman had sprung the back door and already they had checked
several rooms without finding what they were after.

Selena tried the next door.  It opened without a sound, on well oiled
hinges.  It was very dark inside.  She stopped and Passion bumped into
her.  The three women froze for a moment, listening intently but there was
no sound except their own quiet breathing.  Selena reached out her arm and
flicked on the light.  A dim yellow cone from a single overhead globe
illuminated the room.  The floorboards were bare and there was no window.
Talon squeezed in behind Passion and pushed the door shut behind her.

On the far wall a hanging picture took Catwoman's attention. She crossed
to it and swung it away from the wall. Nothing behind it. She turned and
looked at other wall. There was a slight discoloration in the plaster. She
went to it and pushed. A sharp click and a section of false wall slid
sideways to reveal the door of a large steel safe. The safe was an old
fashioned monster, nearly five feet high. In its center was a large
numbered knob.

"Easy peasy", Catwoman snickered to her henchwomen. Her long slim fingers
began to twirl the lock as she listened keenly for the click of falling
tumblers.

*        *         *

The woman known to the clientele as Queenie was a solidly built bottle
blonde.  She was the madame of the establishment as far as most of the
world knew, because Glenda Quartermaine preferred to remain in the
background.  Queenie was seated at the control console of the bordello.
Every room and passage in the place was wired for sound and vision and
there were many remote controlled devices at Queenie's command.  On the
screen in front of her she was watching Catwoman working on the safe.  She
had followed the women's movements almost from the minute that they had
broken into the house.  She panned the camera over the room, enjoying her
power over the three thieving scantily clad sluts in her sights.  They
were totally unaware of the camera in the ceiling above the hanging light.

*        *         *

Catwoman felt the final tumbler fall into place.  She put her hand on the
large old fashioned brass claw that was the safe's handle.  Passion and
Talon crowded excitedly close wanting to see over her shoulders when the
door opened.  Selena turned the handle.  As it reached the vertical
position it clicked loudly.  The floor fell suddenly away beneath the
three.  The trap hinged from the safe and the handle controlled it.  Talon
was at the back and fell first.  Her back and bottom hit a hard polished
curved shute.  With a despairing scream she slid faster and faster down
and curving to the right.  Just above her tumbled Passion, her hands and
feet scrabbling unavailingly at the smooth shute walls.

Selena held onto the claw safe handle with all her strength. Her legs
dangled into space. Her breasts were flat against the flap of the open
trapdoor. Her arms were stretched by her weight. At the control console,
unknown to Selena, Queenie watched approvingly as the shapely burglar used
her strength and determination to begin to swing her torso and legs
pendulum fashion from side to side. Her bosom was pulled this way and that
as she built up her momentum. With a massive effort she swung her long
legs up and hooked her heels over the edge of the opening. The strain
showed in every line of her body as she bridged the gap and bent her
thighs in preparation for a jump for safety. The crack of her ass was
sharply outlined by her clinging bodysuit.

"Well done indeed", Queenie thought.  She admired a strong woman and this
one looked a fine specimen of womanhood.  Queenie could hardly wait to get
hold of her.  She pressed a button.  The handle of the safe, Selena's
support, ejected from the door with a puff of smoke.  For a moment Selena
hung in mid air, then, head first, she hurtled into the shute.  Her arms
extended in front of her as she speed along, like a diver about to enter
the water from the high board.

Down, down she shot, slowing slightly at the end as the angle lessened,
then shooting out into light again.  But only her arms, head and shoulders
emerged. She stuck fast at her bust. The tube had narrowed drastically and
she was caught tight, face down, in the opening.

She was in the middle tube of three.  On either side of her, a pair of
legs extended.  Her two sex kittens were trapped in twin spouts like her,
but inverted.  To her left Passion's long legs kicked wildly.  The curve
of her bottom was just visible.  The bulge of her Sensi-suit could be
glimpsed between her trapped thighs.  On her right Talon in her catsuit
was in the same straits.  The tubes were industrial looking, segmented,
with bolted flanges at regular intervals.  Selena wriggled and pressed her
hands back against the tube but the speed of her fall and the gradually
narrowing cylinder had plugged her in like a bung in a bottle.  She
couldn't move forward or back.

She stopped struggling and looked around.  Her heart sank.  They were in a
dungeon.  Unpleasant instruments and fixtures were all around.  She
redoubled her efforts to escape but she could do no more than expose a
fraction more of her cleavage to the light.  A fox might chew its paw off
to escape a trap but Selena wasn't going to rip her tits off even if she
had the means to do so.  However, hopelessly, she again began pushing with
her head reared up out of the tube, even though she was getting nowhere.
Then the door opened.  Selena stilled.

Queenie stepped into the basement. The stout madame put her hands on her
hips and studied her three corked captives. "Well", she said finally, "look
what's popped in". She immediately wheeled a steel hospital trolley under
Selena, took a big shifting spanner from a bench, and, back out of Selena's
view, she unbolted two flanges. There was a clang as the tube section fell
onto the trolley. Selena now rested on her belly on the trolley. Her legs
were free from the knees down but her torso and thighs were encased in two
sections of tubing. As she kicked out unavailingly, Queenie wheeled her
towards a solid polished oak pillory that was set into the floor. It
consisted of a massive post supporting a flat crosspiece with felt padded
holes for a victim's wrists and head. It was set immovably into the floor.
At its base were ankle fetters.

Catwoman was helpless, unable to resist being inserted into it except with
token thrashings of her arms.  First her wrists, then her neck was held in
position.  The top of the pillory was clonked down and locked into place.
There was the sound of the spanner again and the tube segments were
removed from her torso.

As soon as Catwoman's legs were free she felt a strong woman's hands pull
her off the trolley and secure her ankles in the fetters at the base of
the pillory.  She was locked in, her hands on either side of her face,
those three portions of her emerging from the grainy wood on one side of
the medieval apparatus, her arms, body and lower limbs on the other side.
She was bent at the waist by the low height at which her neck was fixed.
Ass out, unable to turn her head to either side, unable to see what was
happening behind her, she waited, humiliated.

From the sounds that followed she surmised that Passion and Talon were,
one after the other, secured in similiar fashion to herself and close
behind her.

After a few moments silence a hand grasped her ass and pulled her stretchy
catsuit away from her bottom. The steady snipping of scissors and cool air
on her fanny told Selena that she was losing her garments. Soon her catsuit
was cut totally away. She could see it fall in pieces at her feet. She wore
no panties and never bothered to wear a bra - the elastic hug of her
bodysuit was sufficient to support her firm full breasts. Now they hung
free, below her almost horizontal torso. She couldn't bring her fettered
ankles together and she knew that her pussy lips must be exposed to Passion
and Talon behind her.

From their protests she guessed that they too were being stripped.  The
stout bottle blonde then picked her ruined clothes from her feet and took
them away.

She could hear their jailer moving about the dungeon.  Then a sudden swish
and a stinging smack.  A thin welt of pain across her round buttocks.  It
felt like a riding crop.  She jerked and wriggled helplessly.  Another
blow fell, this time on the top of her thighs.

"I'll kill you for this, you bitch", she screamed.

A snigger was the only reply.  Then another stinging stripe was dealt to
her ass.  It was really painful.  There was no predicting the next stroke,
no chance to mentally brace herself and no way to protect her exposed legs
and bottom.  She clenched her ass and got a slash on her calves.  It was
no good, it hurt too much.

"Stop it, stop it", she begged.

The riding crop continued to be wielded. The stinging blows now numbered
twelve, but Selena had lost count already. Her head hung and she began to
cry.

Her stout dominatrix gave her captive another two cuts across the buns to
really make her weep. Then she started to caress Catwoman's curves.

Catwoman trembled at the soft touch. Her cheeks were wet with tears. Her
long dark hair hung around her face. Still sobbing she felt fingers
touching her pussy lips, nudging, opening her sex. They were gliding over
her lips, she knew that she was quickly becoming sexually receptive, she
was lubricating and the finger penetration was easy and embarrassingly
welcome. Her burning bottom was centered on her moist pussy. Her tormentor
found her clitoris and began to tease it between thumb and forefinger. It
swelled and stood out firmly. Pain was clearly turning to pleasure.

Catwoman's sobs slowed to snuffling, then a slow moan as she was brought
to a climax. It was a powerful orgasm, a wave of tension and release that
mounted and broke in her groin. She panted and hung exhausted in the
pillory.

There was that snigger again. Then a swish and a sting, but a gentle
almost affectionate sting, as the riding crop visited her free hanging
breasts. It felt like a farewell slap and Catwoman earnestly hoped so.

She heard steps moving away.  Her bottom, and now her breasts, burned.
She knew that her rear must be crisscrossed in red welts.  Her swollen
pussy lips would be moistly showing her tumescent arousal to Passion and
Talon.  They had seen and heard her total humiliation as the woman had
brought her to bound orgasm.

She hung defeated. Behind her the were spanking sounds and sobs. Soon
Passion and Talon had been summarily punished too.

Then a noise at the door.  Catwoman lifted her head and opened her eyes.
Their jailer was exiting.  The door closed.  Catwoman pulled again at her
wrists.  Nothing, no chance of freedom.  If she could only get out of this
thing she would lash and thrash the bottle blonde bitch.  She would get
her hands on her and crash and bash her.  She would teach the stout lump
to whip her like that and Talon and Passion too.  She, Catwoman, had been
treated like a naughty whore.  Bravely she steeled herself to endure.  She
would wait for freedom and revenge.

*        *         *

Meanwhile, outside the bordello, the motorcade from the erotica factory
had arrived. Glenda pulled up first. At each of the two cars following she
gave the same curt instruction. "Bring them inside".

It was still early in the night.  The street was quiet.  There were no
passers by to watch as the passenger door of Victoria Madison's BMW was
opened.  There was the well known model strapped stark naked into her own
passenger seat.  The man who had enjoyed her in the factory carpark undid
the seatbelt.  He swung her tied legs out of the car door, swivelling her
sticky bottom on the leather seat.  Bending over her shapely nude thighs
he undid the cord around those trim ankles.  Grasping her upper arm he
pulled her out into the street.  Her red lips were stretched around her
ball gag.  Her arms were tightly tied behind her back.  She felt so
strange to be standing in a public place completely naked, her arms behind
her, unable to cover her breasts or pubis.

She looked up and saw the words "Queen Mab's Bordello" in blue neon above
the door.  "NNNNNOOOOO", she mumbled through the gag.  But she was forced
to totter on her high heels across the footpath, up the steps, and into
the house of ill fame.

Tarra Rogers couldn't see where they had stopped because of her position
on the floor of the Pontiac, trussed up like a hen going to market. She
felt her ankles getting untied. Then she was pulled roughly from the car.
She felt stupid, standing in her suit jacket and blouse but with no skirt,
just her panties and garter belt to cover her. She could make no protest
because of the yellow silk scarf that gagged her.

In front of her she saw Victoria being forced into the brothel, her nude
bottom jiggling as she teetered up the steps.  Then she too was hustled
inside.

Tasha and Yumi followed, both still helplessly bound, Yumi with her dress
over her head and her black panties rucked up the crack of her bottom,
Tasha, fully clad, in the best shape of the four helpless women.

*        *         *

Batgirl found nothing amiss when she arrived outside the bordello.  There
were a number of cars outside, but of course that would be the case every
night.  She rolled past on the big Harley and pulled up outside a coffee
lounge down the street.  "Keep an eye on it", she told the owner.  His
eyes almost popped out of his head either in surprise at seeing the famous
crime fighter or due to lust at the vision she presented in her tight one
piece purple costume.

As she strode away Batgirl ran her fingers under the thigh line of her
spandex suit and pulled it out and into place over her bottom.  It always
rode up on the batcycle.

*        *         *

Victoria, Tarra, Tasha and Yumi were standing in the main room of the
brothel.  Glenda and Queenie were inspecting the women, poking and
prodding them as if they were slaves up for auction.

Glenda had plans for them.  They were very attractive and she intended to
put them to work.  Customers who liked to have their women tied would
enjoy these ones.  They would be genuinely struggling to be free, their
bonds would be real.  She intended to enslave them, charge them for their
keep, make them pay it off on their backs.  They would never earn enough
to get free of course.  But as a special event, for her own and Queenie's
pleasure, she intended to make Tarra and Victoria settle their differences
once and for all.

Glenda and her stout madame loved a catfight. Trouble in the whorehouse
between any two of the working girls always led to a fight. Clearing the
air, Glenda called it, but afterwards she would take the video of it into
her private room and masturbate while replaying it. Lots of the customers
loved it too and would pay generously to watch a well matched contest.
There was a proper ring and the captives were now hustled off to it. The
four thugs controlling them knew what was going to go down and they were
excited by it. Bets were laid. One favoured Tarra because she was slightly
taller and looked lean and fit but the other three preferred Victoria's
chances. Her lovely curves were fuller and she was thus heavier; also she
moved on her spike heels with the grace of the trained model, even though
nude. They judged that she would be quicker and her foul mouth before she
had been gagged promised that she would have a killer instinct.

Glenda told Queenie to dress the contestants properly.  The big tough
madame got the men to untie Victoria's and Tarra's arms and hold them.
She left their gags in place.  First she stripped Tarra naked so that she
was in the same primitaive state as Victoria beside her.  Then she left
the room briefly, returning with two pairs of swimsuits and two pairs of
wrestling boots.  As the girls struggled ineffectually she dressed first
one then the other for the contest.  Victoria's blonde beauty was set off
in a red suit.  The brunette Tarra was slipped into a white one.  Queenie
rolled the swimsuit up her long legs, snuggled into it into place round
her brown pubic muff and patted it over her breasts.

The costumes were both one piece suits, cut high on the hips and low in
the cleavage.  Queenie laced their feet into the wrestling boots.  They
looked quite professional, both fit and beautiful.

Glenda came over.  With the beautiful model and the lovely lawyer still
gagged and their arms held behind them she gave them their instructions.
"No choking, a good clean fight".  To give a real incentive she told them
a blatant lie "The winner will go free.  If it's you my dear", looking at
Tarra, "you can take your two friends with you.  The loser will stay here
with me and I'll be putting her ass to work in the brothel.  You fight to
submission".

Behind her Queenie sniggered loudly.

Tarra shuddered.  Victoria glared in rage at her former and possibly (but
in such a different capacity) employer.

Glenda ungagged the two beauties.  They were pushed into opposite corners
of the ring and the spectators crowded close, including the bound Tasha
and Yumi, whose dress had been lowered to allow her to enjoy the coming
combat.  Their interest was special because they believed that their fate
hung on Tarra's prowess in grappling with Victoria.

Tarra stood in her corner with her arms out holding the top rope.  She
flexed her long legs.  The white swimsuit fit her well, cupping her bottom
and trim breasts comfortingly.  She shuffled her feet, getting the feel of
the canvas.  She didn't know how she was going to cope with this, but she
had grown up with five brothers, two older and three younger, and she had
wrestled, run and played with them like a tomboy.  She had never fought a
grown woman though, never even watched the college wrestling team while
doing her law course, and she couldn't help being afraid as she confronted
Victoria.

Victoria's full bosom was magnificent in her red costume. She swung her
arms. She felt so good to be dressed again, even if it was in a high cut
swimsuit. Being marched around naked while perched on her spike heels had
been so humiliating. Finally her lipsticked labia and rouged nipples were
concealed. She was confident that she could take out the smarty pants
lawyer and she was going to enjoy doing it. The bitch would regret having
whipped her, Victoria Madison. Victoria let her thoughts dwell on her
recent bondage and spanking at the hands of Tarra, Tasha and Yumi. Now she
could send all three of them to the mines. And she would enjoy doing it.
She knew she could force Tarra to submit. Nobody knew it but before she
had got her break into fashion modelling she had made a nude catfight
video. She and her opponent had been coached in a few moves. And she had
just about broken her opponent in half. The director had had to slow her
down to spin the film out. Confidently she bounced her back against the
turnbuckle and gave Tarra an intimidating stare.

*        *         *

Batgirl had cased the joint rapidly and decided to make her entrance right
through the front door. She moved fast. An attractive whore was behind the
reception desk. She had seen plenty of strange sights that evening already
and didn't turn a hair at Batgirl until the caped crusader leant across
the desk and flashed her police department id. The whore's mouth dropped
open.

"Get out of here and get lost", Batgirl ordered. The girl obeyed,
vanishing out the front door. Batgirl took the 'Closed' sign from the desk
and hung it on the door. She locked it shut and began an inspection of the
premises.

The first room she tried was the control room. Batgirl whistled as she
took in the screens. There were some intimate scenes going on in bedrooms.
There were faces she recognised, in and around a wrestling ring. And then
... "Holy hogtie", Batgirl murmured to herself as she took in the scene in
the dungeon. She could see from two angles. Catwoman, Passion and Talons'
features were visible from one. From the other she could see three
red striped asses and thighs. Their cruel pilloried captivity and the
whipping that Selena, Passion and Talon had obviously suffered was
apparent.

Batgirl looked back at the wrestling ring. Victoria had advanced on Tarra
and the two girls met in the middle of the ring. They matched strength,
hand to hand, swaying. Then Victoria swung her knee into Tarra's belly.
"Oooff", Batgirl thought. The lissome lawyer folded forward. Victoria
grabbed her hair and began tugging her down to the mat.

Batgirl looked around the ring. Two captives, two women obviously in
charge of affairs, and four male thugs urging the combatants on. It was a
lot for her to take on alone. She looked back at the screen showing
Catwoman. She had certainly been punished, Batgirl thought, looking at her
bottom. Maybe enough already.

She found the central control unit for the video surveillance system and
switched all the cameras off except the one showing the fight.  "Blind the
beast", she thought.  She didn't want anyone to see her plan unfold.
Quickly and quietly she headed for the basement.

*        *         *

Catwoman didn't know whether to be glad or mad when Batgirl appeared in
the dungeon.  But when the curvaceous crusader held her finger
conspiratorially to her lips, whispered to them to keep silent, and then
freed them from their constraints, she felt like singing for joy.  Batgirl
explained what was going on to them.

"I don't know that this is wise", Batgirl concluded after putting them in
the picture, "but I'm appointing you three special deputies.  I'm relying
on your honour.  Please don't let me down."

Catwoman had already decided to play this one straight with the caped
crimefighter.  Theft and mayhem were okay with her and her sex kittens but
not foul torture, enslaved whores, whippings, and dusty dungeons.  "We'll
help out", she said, "there's a truce between us until this caper is
over".

She, Passion and Talon hunted round the dungeon for clothing but there was
nothing to be found. Thus it was that Batgirl led three naked amazons out
of the torture place and up the stairs towards the unsuspecting villians.

*        *         *

Victoria seized two handfuls of hair and dragged the winded lawyer down to
the mat.  Forcing her opponent down she wrapped her thighs around Tarra's
head from behind.  She wrapped her arms around the slim lawyer's waist and
began to squeeze both head and waist.  They were on their sides on the mat
with Tarra's back folded into Victoria's front.  The blonde model's head
was at Tarra's rump.  The lissome lawyer kicked her long legs trying to
get free from the thighs scissoring her head and neck.  It was hard to
breath trapped as she was.

Glenda, Queenie and the watching men cheered Victoria on.  After a while
the statuesque model realised that the crushing she was giving Tarra
wasn't going to force a submission because she wasn't able to get to choke
her. She could feel her opponent's panting breath on her thighs.  She
decided to go for Tarra's legs with a hold she had been shown.  Slowly she
heaved herself sideways, rolling Tarra onto her front.  Then she released
the lawyer's waist and grabbed for her legs.  She got ahold of them and
bent the shapely gams back, at the same time unwinding her thighs from
Tarra's head and hitching herself up Tarra's back to sit just above her
ass.  Tarra kicked and struggled but Victoria bent her legs inexorably
back, going for a Boston Crab submission.

The men were going wild.  Tarra's bottom was scrunched up between
Victoria's thighs.  The swimsuit mounded up between her legs over her
pussy as she was tortured by the hold.  The lawyer was squirming and
struggling but her pubis was pinned to the mat under the model's weight.

Tarra grunted and gasped as her legs were bent back.  Victoria had her
ankles trapped under her armpits and was gripping her legs at the knees
and pulling her back into a painful bow.  Her knees felt like the knee
ligaments were going to burst.  She hung on against the pain, trying not
to surrender.

Victoria's hands were slipping a little on Tarra's sweating thighs.  She
hitched herself up and lunged for a better grip.  For a moment Tarra had a
chance.  Her left leg had a fraction of play and she pushed it out and
shoved at the mat with her arms under her right breast.  With a desperate
heave she swayed Victoria on her back and then the two of them toppled
sideways and hit the canvas.  Although her legs were aching Tarra heaved
over and grabbed at one of Victoria's slim wrists.  She got a firm grip
and twisted the blonde model's arm savagely up behind her back.  Now
Victoria was the one in fearful pain.

Tarra pulled the other woman to her feet and continued the arm lock.
Victoria reached back with her other hand, seeking a handful of brunette
hair, but Tarra avoided her.  The pain in Victoria's trapped arm was
severe.  Her lovely chest was screwed up and presented to the animated
spectators by the power of the hold.  She was pulled up on tip toe by the
fierce bend in her elbow.  Her thighs trembled.  Her belly and pubis were
pushed out by the savage arch in her back that the hold caused.  The thug
who had bet on Tarra cheered his babe on. The slim lawyer continued the
punishing arm twist with one hand. With the other she grabbed the front of
Victoria's costume and pulled it fiercely upwards. The groin of the red
material pulled cruelly into the model's pussy lips.

*        *         *

In back of the small crowd Batgirl and her nude amazon comrades took
in the scene.  Victoria, in her red swimsuit, was held helpless as if on
display.  All attention was focused on her suffering as the onlookers
watched for a submission that seemed sure to come from her anguished
red lips.

Batgirl drew back the string of the bow that she had taken from her
utility belt and assembled on the way up the stairs.  The arrow she drew
from her quiver had a large padded wad at its tip.  She sighted and fired.
The lead weight in its leather cladding hit one of the hoods in the back
of the head.  He grunted and fell unconscious, unfortunately forwards,
into the middle of the others, bringing them wheeling round.

With a blood curdling warcry Passion rushed straight at Queenie. Totally
nude, with her dark pigtail flying behind, the feisty vixen went for the
throat. The stout madame staggered as the spunky sex kitten grabbed her
round the windpipe and knocked her backwards with the weight of her
fearless charge. Her round bottom quivered with effort as she choked the
hated throat.

One of the thugs couldn't collect his thoughts.  He was so excited at the
sight of the nude muscular Catwoman that he started stupidly towards her,
putting his hand out in a grope at her hairy pussy.  With a snarl Selena
felled him with a karate chop to the neck.

Batgirl took out a third thug with another weighted arrow.  He fell
unconscious.  The last was reaching into his suit for a weapon.  Batgirl
drew, aimed, fired.  The heavy lead missile took him on the bridge of the
nose right between the eyes.  Soundlessly he fell.

Talon had joined Passion in tackling Queenie and the two vixens were
getting the bottle blonde under control. In the ring Tarra released
Victoria from her armlock. The two combatants moved apart.

Glenda Quartermaine had been furthest from the avenging rescuers when they
had burst in on the wrestling bout. As her hirelings had fallen she had
kept her wits and escaped out a side door. She closed it behind her and
congratulated herself on her quick thinking. "That's why I'm the boss and
you suckers are the captives", she gleefully said to the closed door. Then
she bolted.

By the time Batgirl reached the street Glenda's car was turning the
corner.  The curvaceous crusader put her hands on her hips.  "Next time
you'll slip up" she thought.  She knew that having failed to take Glenda
into custody on the scene of a crime she would be able to pin nothing on
the wealthy socialite.  Undismayed, sure that the efluxion of time would
bring justice, she turned and reentered the bordello.

*        *         *

Inside she was passed in the hallway by Victoria, rubbing her arm, still
wearing her wrestling swimsuit and boots. She had the keys to her BMW in
her hand and brushed past Batgirl without even a thank you. Batgirl
shrugged.

By the wrestling ring she found Tarra untying Tasha and Yumi. Tarra looked
sweet. She had pulled her suit jacket on over the white swimsuit. Batgirl
tossed her the keys to the black Pontiac that she had found. "Better take
a powder", she told the lovely lawyer. Tarra gathered Yumi and Tasha and
left for freedom, thanking the charming crusader profusely.

Swiftly Batgirl put the cuffs on the four groggy thugs.

Passion and Talon, still proudly nude had Queenie spreadeagled on her
stomach over a couch.  The bottle blonde's panties were pulled down and
Catwoman, also nude was spanking her stout ass.  Resounding slaps mingled
with the madame's squeals.

Batgirl pulled out her batphone and dialled Chief O'Hara.  She filled him
in on the night's events then imobilised the batcuffed thugs with a wire
rope from their wrists to the bars on the window so that they could do
nothing but await the soon to arrive police.

Queenie's moans and shrieks of pain were more and more anguished. "You've
got ten minutes until Chief O'Hara arrives," Batgirl told the Catwoman.
"You're on your own now deputies, I'm out of here". In a flash she had
left.

*        *         *

Catwoman, Passion and Talon considered.  Then, acting as one they dragged
the stout madame from the room.  Pulling her upstairs they stripped her as
they went.  The four naked women, three of them pulling the unwilling
fourth, reached one of the working rooms of the brothel.  Hurriedly they
dragged Queenie inside and tied her wrists and ankles in a wide
spreadeagle to the double bed frame.  Catwoman grabbed a vibrator and
plugged her pussy.

"See you Fatty", they told her, "we're sure someone will find you
enjoyable". They left the door open, sure that the sounds of her
protests would quickly attract a customer.

In a hall cupboard they found some clothes. Giggling, with Passion in a
skimpy red dress, Talon in striped French sailor tee shirt and tight
shorts, and Catwoman in white jeans and white Hanes Beefy T shirt the
three felons exited from a rear window and fled across the roof next door.

Down in the front of the bordello Chief O'Hara was alighting from the
squad car. The case was about to be closed.

*        *         *

"What a night", Barbara Gordon thought. It had been nearly 4 am by the
time she had settled down at home with a cup of coffee. She decided that
she would ring in sick at the library the next day. She stretched
sensuously in her armchair and stirred a collection of videos  with her
foot. She had bundled them into her bag from a cupboard in the Queen Mab
control room before she had left. She dropped her hand to her pussy. The
tapes were labelled in clear black handwriting. She decided to watch one
of the catfights first.

"The side benefits are the best part of a crime fighter's lot", she
thought happily.

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