Batgirl and Wonder Woman   
by an210705 
  
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Presenting Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 1  
  
     Barbara Gordon just finished a heavy session of   
aerobics and collapsed in a pile of sweat and exhaustion   
on her sofa. "Damn that Denise Austin! That girl's got   
more energy than a one-legged man at a butt kicking   
contest." she mumbled as she sat back and watched the   
attractive girl bounce about.   
     "I wouldn't mind tying that bundle of energy down."   
Barbara thought to herself as she watched Denise   
bounce up and down, coaxing her camera audience on   
with her sickly sweat  "C'mon, you can do it" voice.  
     "Now to the left... Now to the right... That's it.. you   
can do it..." Debbie would repeat again and again with   
an incredibly cheesy smile and patronizing voice that   
really said "You're a fat loser... I'm better than you.. I am   
a goddess."  
     "Its almost like watching a big Barbi doll. I bet a good   
sized vibrator could bang the spunk out of her. " Barbara   
said eyeing the woman's firm rear and bouncing chest.   
Suddenly, Babs stopped and starred down between her   
legs, noticing that she was rubbing herself with her   
fingers and enjoying it.  
     "God I miss Selena!" she said rolling onto her side   
and rubbing a little harder.  She then sat up with a   
gleam in her eye and made her way toward a secret   
storeroom she used to hide most of her crime fighting   
gear. There, she grabbed a video tape cartridge from a   
box stored at the back of the room and put it into the   
machine. She then stripped out of her leotard and sat   
naked on her white sofa. With a click, she started the   
mysterious tape.  
     The images of her and Selena's bound and gagged   
bodies came intensely to life as the tape started.   
Apparently, the three stooges of crime, the Joker, the   
Riddler and the Penguin, had taped her and Catwoman's   
near demise, probably for their own sick enjoyment. It   
was lucky for Barbara that she was able to snatch the   
tapes from the city evidence vault before they were   
made public.   
     "Boy daddy would go NUTS if he saw what really   
happened. He always thinks of me as his little girl." Babs   
thought as she rubbed herself slowly and watched as   
she was forcefully gang-banged into submission by the   
Joker's android nemisises. The scene then switched to   
the struggling Catwoman as some hideously disgusting   
plant penetrated her bound and helpless body. The   
screams and moans of desperation from both her and   
Selena made her wet with desire and excitement. Being   
so close to defeat, risking total submission was too   
exhilarating.  
     Babs stood up and ran to her bedroom, ejecting the   
tape and nearly pulling the VCR along with her as she   
grabbed the cartridge. Flinging the tape into her   
bedroom machine and turning it on, she quickly opened   
her dresser drawer and pulled out several special   
handcuffs,  a cloth gag ,a large, black vibrator, a silk,   
black bikini and several other items. She slide the silk   
G-String up her firm thighs and let it sit low and wide   
around her legs as she tied the bikini bra into place.   
There was something about being in a costume, even a   
costume as skimpy as a bikini, that drove Babs wild with   
excitement. Being naked was boring. Being nearly   
naked was everything. The final touch was a pair of   
shiny, black 6 inch stiletto heels which she slipped on.   
Standing in the mirror, she gazed at her muscle tone,   
curvaceous body and ran her hands slowly over her   
breasts and rear.   
     "God! What a BOD!" she hissed slapping her ass   
and talking as though she were someone else, someone   
who was in control, someone who was crude, primal and   
dangerous. "You need a good FUCK!" she continued   
groping her breasts.  
     Jumping on the bed she quickly cuffed her feet. She   
then inserted the large plaything, which took a few   
erotically, agonizing minutes. She the pulled her G-  
String up and into place, covering the toy, preventing it   
from escaping. Using another set of special cuffs, she   
clamped each manacle around her thighs just above her   
knees and then clamped the manacles to each other,   
forcing her curvaceous legs tight together. She then   
picked up a leather, bondage sock and pulled it over her   
legs like a sleeping bag. From the back she zipped the   
sock up, squeezing her legs tightly together and forming   
them into one shapely mass. The top of the sock ended   
at just below her crotch and her full, white thighs and   
buttocks slightly bulged out of the bondage accessory.   
     She then picked up a leather belt with several rings   
orbiting the outside and affixed it around her waist.   
Picking up the gag, she placed it over her mouth and   
tightened it around her head with more straps. The gag   
was a specialty item that was made from a soft cloth   
pad attached to a firm, leather backing and held in place   
by straps. The pad snugly covered her mouth and   
muffled even the loudest screams. She seemed to like   
this kind of gagging over a ball gag, which made her   
drool and made her jaw tired. She also felt it was a lot   
more sexually attractive.  
     After gagging herself, she cuffed her hands behind   
her back and to the ring on the back of her belt. She was   
now completely restrained and felt absolutely wonderful.   
With a dexterous click, she pressed the play button and   
lay back as the tape started and the low hum of the   
vibrator began to build.  
     The images continued to bombard her as she   
remembered the experience. Her naked, bound body   
surged and rolled about slowly as the sounds and   
screams of her and Catwoman sent waves of erotic   
stimulation through her. The vibrator also added to the   
tension, slowly building its vibrations like it was designed   
to. Each scene was shocking and exhilarating. Selena   
moaning, Barbara screaming, both women being taken   
by the criminals that had captured them. Both women   
being pulled down deeper into helpless submission.   
Barbara rolled about moaning and surging as her climax   
grew closer and closer...  
   BAM!  
     "Barbara honey, its daddy." called out Commissioner   
Gordon in a patronizing, voice like and adult calling a   
little girl. Barbara froze stiff in fright, almost crushing the   
vibrator inside her as she heard him come in.   
     "Dear GOD!" she screamed under her gag as she   
flopped about on the bed trying to get untangled from   
the bedding. Frantically she grabbed the remote and,   
after pressing the forward and reverse a few times,   
managed to stop the tape and turn of the TV.  
     "Barbara, I came to see if my favorite little girl wants   
to go to dinner." called out the old man as his voice   
neared the bedroom. Barbara sat up in sheer terror as   
the foot steps grew closer. "If only daddy could see his   
little girl now!" Babs thought as she stared about   
frantically for escape.  
     The door slowly opened. "Barbara, are you in..."   
     BRINNNG.   
     "Oh thank God whomever you are." Babs slunk back   
as her father turned to answer the living room phone. As   
the old man talked, Babs popped to her feet and made   
her way, like a female pogo stick, to the dresser. Her   
large breasts bounced up and down causing her to lose   
balance and plow into the cabinet. The keys she so   
desperately needed went flinging back behind the   
dresser and out of reach.   
     "HHHMMMMMM!" Babs screamed in shock as she   
twisted around for some other means of escape. "Lock   
pick's in my Batgirl utility belt in the secret room. I can't   
get to it!" Then with a bouncing furry she jumped across   
to her closet. Turning her back to the door she tried to   
grab the knob but the mountains of coat hangers and   
clothes hanging on the knob prevented her from getting   
a grip. Then her eyes bulged in shear terror as she   
heard the phone hang up. In one last, final act of   
desperation, she dove toward the floor and slid her   
bound and gagged body under her bed. Her feet   
disappeared just as the door opened and Commissioner   
Gordon timidly stepped in.  
     "Barbara. Are you in here?" he asked making sure he   
didn't walk in on a half naked daughter. He was an   
extremely decent man and was embarrassed at even   
the slightest amount of nudity.  
     "NO!" Barbara gasped as she suddenly realized the   
cord from the vibrator ran out from between her legs,   
across the floor, and up the side of the bed to the   
dresser where the dial control sat patiently glowing.   
Groping desperately, she fished the cord off the floor   
with her cuffed hands and started pulling the cord so she   
could pull the remote off the dresser and down under the   
bed  
     "Got to... turn it off..." she winced as the low vibration   
made her sweat with building sensation.  
     CATHUNK!  
     The hard plastic case of the remote hit the side of   
the dresser and then the floor as it fell. Babs froze again   
but sighed in relief. Commissioner Gordon was moving   
a chair at the same time the remote fell and the noise   
was perfectly masked. Looking to her right, she watched   
the small white box as she slowly drew it toward her.   
Then her eyes bulged in shock as she watched the box   
jam itself between the dresser leg and the bed leg.  
     "DAMN IT!" she huffed as she pulled harder and   
harder. The, with one frantic yank, she twisted her body   
and pulled the cord as hard as she could. Suddenly, a   
never before felt sensation of intense vibration shot   
through her pelvis, sending Barbara bucking about in   
panic. Looking across she could see the dial was broken   
and pegged past the 10 mark. She normally enjoyed a   
heavy workout of 4. The remote was broken and the   
vibrator was now going hog wild with the full 120 volt   
setting.  
     Bab's hips rolled slowly and erotically as the toy   
drove her closer toward an unwanted and uncontrollable   
climax. "Gett... ouutttt ddddaaadddy." she thought trying   
to hold back the flood.  
     "Hmm... I guess she's gone to the library. What a   
dedicated girl but I wish she wasn't suck a pig." he said   
picking up a pair of frilly, black panties and placing them   
on the bed. "I'll just leave a note." he added, sitting   
down at her vanity mirror and taking out some paper.   
Like the methodical man he was, he slowly and   
meticulously wrote out a note. Then, as he finished the   
note, the timer on the VCR expired and the tape   
stopped. Apparently Barbara had only hit the pause   
earlier and now the mechanism decided to stop the   
tape.   
     "What's this!" Commissioner Gordon asked as he   
turned on the TV and picked up the remote. Under the   
bed, Barbara was now frantically twisting about,   
struggling to keep quite as the sensation from the   
vibrator and the act of being caught overwhelmed her.  
     Beep-beep-beep...  
     "Damn pager!" Gordon cursed as he got up. Reading   
the display he headed straight for the door. "Its the   
office! I've got to get back." he barked as he shot out of   
the apartment and slammed the door. At that same   
moment, Barbara screamed uncontrollably as her   
climax tore her nearly apart. Her hips shot upward,   
pushing her mattress and box spring off their frame and   
to the floor. The heavy, king sized bed collapsed into a   
pile of mattresses, pillows and stuffed toys, entombing   
the helpless heroine and pinning her. Babs continued to   
violently pound her hips about as wave after wave   
forced her down again and again and panic filled her   
desperate mind as she knew too many climaxes like this   
would certainly dominate her.  
  
     *     *     *  
     The dazed heroine staggered from the bedroom,   
clutching her pelvis just below her stomach and holding   
her head. It had been nearly two agonizing hours since   
her father had left and she had spent the time trapped   
under the collapsed bed, pinned and helpless as the   
vibrator continued its relentless work. Her only saving   
grace was the fact the toy was not designed to run at   
such a voltage and its poor internal workings had finally   
seized.   
     Barbara was also "damaged" by the experience. The   
toy and the bondage were too much for her and the   
unlucky heroine had succumb to its effects. The   
constant climaxes had pushed her over the edge,   
beyond her ability to cope or resist, and now she was   
dominated. She staggered about, her mouth hanging   
open and her eyes glazed over with a veil of haziness   
as she sauntered slowly into the living room. She   
dropped to her knees, unable to comprehend or care   
about anything. At this point she would have obeyed   
anyone without question, performed any act, allowed   
anything to happen to her. She collapsed utterly   
defeated.  
     After an hour of sleep, the oppressive sensation lifted   
and Barbara slowly got to her feet. She shook her head   
to clear it and walked back into the bedroom, plopping   
down in the chair that sat in front of her vanity mirror.  
     "Can't ever let that happen again." she mumbled as   
she clutched her head. "I can't believe I lost to a   
vibrator." she winced as she picked up the melted   
plastic toy. Dropping it on the table, she looked down   
and noticed the note from her father.  
  
Barbara,  
     I stopped by but you weren't home. You got a call   
from some company called Frederick's. They said your   
"special" won't be done for another week. I hope you   
understand this cause I don't. I'll be at the office.  
  
Love and kisses  
Daddy.  
  
     "Damn, my new leather outfit's going to be late." she   
grunted picking up a stuffed, pink bear and hurling it   
across the room and hitting Charlie's bird cage. The bird   
squaked noisily as the cage rolled about.  
     "Oh, I'm sorry," Babs said affectionately as she   
quieted the bird. "You know how mommy gets when she   
doesn't get her TOYS!" she hissed. "Anyway, daddy had   
to rush off to work and at this time of night it could only   
mean its big trouble." Barbara said putting her hand to   
her chin and staring intensely off into space.  
     "I think its time Batgirl got involved, don't you?" Babs   
said to the bird, blowing it a taunting kiss as she strolled   
off toward the vanity. Pushing a button she activated the   
secret room and popped inside. A few moments later,   
the Batgirl cycle came screaming out of Barbara   
Gordon's back alley.  
  
     *     *     *  
       
     "Batgirl! Saints alive! Are we glad to be seeing you."   
said chief O'Hara as she walked up to the young heroine   
and stood in front of her with a desperate look on his   
face. Commissioner Gordon got up from behind his desk   
and his gloomy expression turned to sheer delight as he   
escorted Batgirl into the room.  
     "Yes, chief O'Hara's sentiments reflect all of our   
feelings at seeing you." said Commissioner Gordon.  
     "Why, what's wrong? Where's Batman and Robin?"   
asked Batgirl as she sat on the corner of Commissioner   
Gordon's desk and crossed her legs. She was wearing   
yet another new costume. This one was a two piece   
arrangement. The bottom was a pair of purple, spandex   
shorts that sat low and wide across her shapely hips, just   
below her belly button and riding along the curvature of   
her thighs where her thighs met her hips. It was more   
like a swimsuit bottom than shorts and was absolutely   
skin tight, hugging ever curve. The material was so   
shear and tight that even the indentation made by her   
vagina would peek through now and again as she   
crossed her legs. Her standard Batgirl utility belt sat   
across her hips.  
     Her bottom was complimented by an equally tight   
and shear purple halter top. The top covered her upper   
chest and neck, forming a nice, skin tight turtle neck that   
stopped just below her chin. Her arms and shoulders   
were bare and the only thing keep it up was a small,   
zipper on the neck portion that zipped up behind her   
head. The top stretched out tight over her large breasts   
and stopped just below her tits, wrapping itself snugly   
around her rib cage. A small strap portion continued   
around back and was again held together with a small   
zipper. This arrangement left her back completely bare   
except for the neck and lower strap.  
     Her legs were completely bare except for a pair of 6   
inch, purple, glossy calf boots that zipped up the sides.   
Her arms with the same way, bare except for a pair of   
satin, purple gloves that stopped just before her elbows.   
     She was wearing her regular, purple cowl with a free   
flowing, red hared wig underneath. The wig was much   
more real and soft looking than her older one making   
her look more like a red headed Cathy Ireland than a   
stiff hared Mary Tyler Moore. To top the whole outfit off,   
she wore her usual purple and yellow Batgirl cape.  
     "Saint's preserve us Batgirl, we just don't know."   
Chief O'Hara stuttered in a panic as she waved his arms   
frantically.  
     "Its as though the Earth itself has swallowed them up   
completely." added Commissioner Gordon ominously as   
both he and Chief O'Hara stared in dread at the silent   
Bat phone. "We haven't been able to get a hold of them   
at all."  
     "Oh brother..." thought Barbara as she rolled her   
eyes in disgust. "What a couple of little boys. Well, I   
think a woman can handle things just fine." she thought   
as she popped off the desk and arrogantly strutted to the   
center of the room.  
     "What did you need them for?" she asked striking her   
usual Batgirl stance.  
     "I'm afraid that Lord Easystreet has decided to make   
all of our lives a lot more tense with his newest, wild   
party." Commissioner Gordon said waving his hands in   
the air.   
     "You mean that billionaire is throwing ANOTHER   
wild party?" asked Batgirl.  
     "Sadly yes Batgirl. Even after last years fiasco with   
the heard of rampaging elephants down main street, he   
still insists on throwing a wild party every year." Gordon   
said  
     "Saints alive, a let me tell you clean up after a   
plethora of pacaderms is no picnic Batgirl." added the   
chief.  
     "What's his theme this year?" asked Batgirl.  
     "I diamond hunt." replied chief O'Hara. "Of all the   
infernal things to have."  
     "Yes Batgirl, that scavenger hunt is going to attract   
every criminal to Gotham city like flies to honey, seeing   
how the diamond is worth nearly 2 million dollars."   
Gordon continued.  
     "Two million! But even the hope diamond isn't worth   
THAT much!" Batgirl exclaimed.  
     "Yes, but this diamond is special. It supposedly is   
99.9% pure crystal and developed synthetically. The   
military and medical applications for it in laser   
technology could be limitless." explained Gordon.   
     "Sure en be Batgirl and all year the crazy coot has   
been holding a lottery to pick a bunch of winners to go   
out to his island estate and play the game. The funny   
thing is, he only is allowin' women to join, and beautiful   
women at that." added O'Hara.  
     "I see." said Batgirl stroking her chin. "Commissioner,   
is there anyway you can get a ticket to this party?"  
     "Why yes, I had two but I have one left. Why do you   
ask?" asked Gordon.  
     "Well, I was thinking if we asked your daughter   
Barbara to go there, undercover that is, and had her   
keep an eye on the guests, she could warn me if   
anything bad was happening using this Batgirl   
transmitter." said Batgirl as she pulled a small device   
from her belt and handed it to Commissioner Gordon.  
     "I don't know... " hesitated Commissioner Gordon.   
"Can't we use an undercover police woman?"  
     "All the master criminals in Gotham city probably   
know your undercover agents. Besides, its a harmless   
assignment. There are dozens of guests and probably   
nothing is going to happen." said Batgirl.  
     "You're right Batgirl." said Gordon. "I know she'll be   
safe with you."  
     "Good, I'll contact her tonight and I'll arrange   
everything and have her keep you posted." said Batgirl   
as she took the transmitter and walked briskly out of the   
office. As she opened the door, she turned back to the   
two men. "By the way, what ever happened to the other   
ticket?"  
     "Good thing you asked." said Gordon as he walked to   
his desk and looked at a folder. "Apparently the IADC   
also wants to have an agent on hand to make sure the   
diamond doesn't fall into some foreign power's hands. I   
believe their agent's name is Ms. Prince."  
     "Good, I... I mean I'll have Barbara keep an eye out   
for her." Batgirl said as she walked out.  
     As Batgirl left, Commissioner Gordon turned to Chief   
O'Hara. "Ah, its so nice to know my daughter is in such   
capable hands."  
     "Aye, but don't you think she'd catch a cold in that   
outfit?" asked chief O'Hara. Both men looked at each   
other and Commissioner Gordon raised an eyebrow.  
  
  
     The sun was high in the mid day sky as the small   
skid plane touched down on the lake and pulled slowly   
into the dock. Lord Easystreet's estate was on a large   
island several miles out and south of Gotham city   
harbor. It wasn't exactly an island but a land mass that   
was sparsely connected to the mainland by a series of   
bogs and swamps. It took 4 hours by boat and about an   
hour and a half by small plane to reach it, making the   
island fortress very secluded. The island actually used   
to house a small community back in the 50s and 60s.   
One half of the island was devoted to a small lumber   
mill that was now completely defunct seeing how you  
can cut only so many trees from an island before you're   
out of wood. The lumber company kept up the   
maintenance of the roads until it went belly up. Lord   
Easystreet had decided to cut the road off all together,   
limiting access to the area to planes and boats only.   
Even by boat the trip was hazardous since the water   
route entailed traveling out to sea and along the island's   
steep cliffs and crashing shores. The only safe route   
was to land a plane on the island's land locked lake.   
     The center of the island had a sizable fresh water   
lake that was used by the lumber company for log   
transport. This connected to the island's only notable   
land mark, and a well visited landmark until Lord   
Easystreet bought the island; Glouster falls. These falls   
stretched nearly a hundred feet up a ridge of cliffs and   
came crashing down to a grotto that wound its way out   
to sea.  The company had created the falls to send the   
logs over the cliffs to the grotto so they could be loaded   
on ships for transport. The only things remaining of this   
less than profitable enterprise were several abandoned   
building, rusted steel hulks of equipment and the   
aqueducts that were used to keep the lake from   
completely flowing into the sea. The estate had to open   
and close them at times to regulate the water flow so  
these were the only pieces of equipment kept in good   
repair.  
     Barbara Gordon was escorted out of the plane by a   
rather handsome butler. He picked up her bag and   
walked her down the dock toward an awaiting gas jeep.   
"Has there been many guests yet?" ask Barbara with a   
smile.  
     "Not many madam. Maybe about a half dozen." the   
butler said without smiling or turning to look at the young   
girl. The day was a typical, blazing hot, summer day and   
Barbara was wearing a flowery summer dress that   
hugged her body and made her look like a sweat country   
school girl. She decided to play up this approach,   
dealing with any of the Lord's estate personnel with a   
"Who.. little o'le me?" attitude of innocence. "The more   
they think I'm harmless, the better I can do my job." she   
thought.  
     The estate was the most out of place building she   
had ever seen. It was as though some God like force   
had picked up an old, Victorian mansion and plopped it   
down on this tiny piece of land. It sat looming over the   
island at its highest point, overlooking acres and acres   
of rolling, green grass hills, pastures and stables. The   
estate was actually a series of large buildings. The main  
building seemed to be the oldest and largest with five   
floor containing banks and banks of large, Victorian   
windows, balconies and spiraling towers. It looked like it   
contained at least 40 rooms with large areas for dance   
halls, studies and gardens.  
     The other two buildings were much smaller and more   
modern with an adequate attempt at maintaining the   
look and feel of the older house but using modern   
construction. The first was a rec building containing and   
Olympic sized pool, indoors and out, horse riding tracks   
and facilities, weight rooms and various miscellaneous   
places for self indulgence.  
     The second building appeared to be living quarters   
like the main building and seemed to be where the   
butler was taking Barbara. The jeep pulled past the huge   
mansion and around to the smaller house. The jeep   
pulled up at the front and Barbara was greeted by a very   
attract blonde woman wearing a white business suit and   
a very sexy Asian girl dressed in a rather provocative   
French maids outfit.  
     "How do you do Ms. Gordon. My name is Tarra   
Rogers. I'm Lord Easystreet's attorney and liaison for   
the party." she said shaking Barbara's hand with a soft   
grasp.  
     "Pleased to meet you Ms. Rogers. This place is   
amazing and so huge. Any chance of getting a tour?"   
Barbara asked, hoping she can let the tour act as a   
scouting mission.  
     "We can arrange something but I'm sure your tired   
and you'd like to freshen up. Let my servant show you to   
your room." Tarra said with a cheesy smile as she   
motioned toward the newer building.  
     "Oh, I thought we were going to stay in the large   
building." Barbara said innocently batting her "Lil' ol'   
me." eyes at the woman.  
     "Oh no. That's Lord Easystreet's personal house. I   
must warn you that no one, under any circumstance,   
can go in there. The hunt will not involve the main   
house and it is completely off limits. In fact, I have some   
forms for you to sign agreeing to this and some other   
rules,  just a formality which I'm sure you'll understand.   
We wouldn't want someone tripping and suing the old   
Lord now would we?" she said as the entered the large   
entry way and walked to an old oak desk.   
     "Yup, she's a lawyer alright." thought Batgirl as she   
picked up the forms and started to read them. Suddenly,   
she looked about and noticed the women staring at her.   
Realizing they might think she was much brighter than  
she appeared, Barbara quickly glanced over the forms   
and then rocked her head from side to side as she   
gladly signed them. "Like, I'm sure I'm not signing away   
my soul or anything." she said in her best California   
beach bimbo voice.  
     "Oh no. The pen would be filled with your blood if   
that were the case." the lawyer said coyly as she tore off   
the bottom copy and handed it to Barbara. This was not   
a happy woman and Barbara could sense that   
immediately.  
     "You can relax in the main ballroom while we   
arrange room assignments. We'll let you know when you   
can move about the estate and what areas are off   
limits." she explained as she escorted Barbara through a   
long hall, through a set of double doors and into a large   
room.   
     The room was decorated in an Elizabethan style with   
huge tapestries on the wall and pillars with busts of long   
dead composers lining the windows and corners. She   
half expected some royalty wearing powdered wigs to   
come out dancing. Instead, she found the room   
occupied by about a dozen young, beautiful girls sitting   
about ignoring each other. They were expensively   
dressed and she felt extremely out of place in her little  
summer dress as two women wearing sprayed on, latex,   
stretch dresses walked by and snubbed her. She then   
felt a gentle tap on her bare shoulder.  
     "Pardon me. Are you Ms. Gordon?" said the woman   
behind her. Barbara turned and had to look up slightly at   
the voice talking to her. The woman was noticeably tall   
and very "big". She didn't have the build of a weight   
lifter but she was one of those women who was very   
large, firm and very attractive. Basically the Anna-Nicole   
Smith variety but with brunette hair. Amazon was the   
word that came to mind as she looked the woman over.   
The funny thing was, this obvious grand specimen of a   
woman was dressed in a dumpy skirt and shirt, a pair of   
low pumps, her hair in a granny knot and the geekiest   
pair of big round glasses she ever saw.  
     "God, she looks like Raquel Welch in a librarians out   
fit." Babs thought as she took the woman's hand and   
shook it.  
     "Yes, I am." sweetly replied Barbara.  
     "Great, my name is Diana Prince. I'm with the IADC   
on special assignment." the woman whispered, pulling   
Barbara off to one side behind a huge, stuffed polar   
bear as she watched the room for anything suspicious.  
	  "I've been hoping to meet you. My father said you  
got the other ticket. Have you found out anything?"   
Barbara asked.  
     "Only that they are real tight on security and the   
guest list for the party is pretty weird." replied Diana.   
"Take a look around and tell me if you notice anything   
odd."  
     Barbara scanned the room, looking the obviously   
beautiful guest list over as she looked for anything   
unusual. "So, what's wrong?"  
     "No men. I managed to get a look at the guest list   
and every guest is a woman, a beautiful woman. Mostly   
starlets, socialites and business women." replied Diana.  
     "Hmm. Beautiful and ambitious. They all seem to be   
women that would do literally anything to get what they   
want." added Barbara.  
     "Yes. If I miss my guess, this is going to be a major   
feeding frenzy. Whoever this Lord Easystreet is, he   
probably into female conflict." said Diana pushing her   
glasses back on her face. "From what I understand,   
they're going to pair women up as roommates. I suggest   
we room together." added Diana as she continued to   
scout around.  
     "You're right. If we work together, we might be able   
to..." started Barbara but she was cut off by a 60 inch  
screen that came to life over the huge bar at the end of   
the room. The image of an old man appeared on the   
screen and everyone started to gather around it.  
     "Ladies, I am Lord Easystreet. I am so glad you   
could join me at my humble estate. I have been looking   
forward to this party all year and I know its going to be a   
bang, a really big BANG!" he said then he broke into an   
old man's laugh followed by a chorus of hacking coughs.   
As he spoke, the Asian maid came around with a small   
basket and started handing something out to each girl.  
     "My servant is passing out the first of many clues you   
must first find to find the diamond. The disks are a   
coded piece to a map of the estate. Each marking on   
the disk is a code pointing to the next clue in the chain   
of clues you need to find the diamond. Most of the chips   
point to the same clues but in different ways. Only the   
smart and clever will figure this one out an a well read   
girl is a rich girl." he said with another spastic series of   
giggles and coughs.  
     "The rules are simple but they are firm and strict.   
You can win the diamond in two ways, either find the   
diamond, or be the only girl remaining at the end of the   
party." Both Barbara and Diana froze and looked at   
each other in shock. "Remaining?" Babs whispered.  
Suddenly, the monitor switched to the picture of a room   
that resembled some sort of laboratory. The camera   
panned the room and showed a series of plexiglass,   
cylindrical tubes lining the walls. The tubes had various   
hoses and other devices attached to them and they were   
all empty. Then the camera started to pan across their   
bases.  
     "There will be many traps on the estate. Traps to   
ensnare and capture a young lady. Patrols will walk the   
estate and, if you are found incapacitated in anyway,   
you will be taken to the holding area and placed in a   
tube." as he explained, the names of all the women   
appeared on the name plaques at the base of each tube.   
Babs gasped slightly at the sight of her name and Diana   
Prince's. The rest of the women began to bustle and   
complain as they shook their heads in disagreement.  
     "Don't worry ladies. It is harmless. Its only a prop.   
You will simply wait in the holding area until the next   
flight out where you will be asked to leave. Its the spirit   
of the game that's important and people need a little   
threatening incentive to make the game more fun. Also,   
none of the traps are harmful. They are simply self   
locking rooms or trip alarms. Just things to keep you on   
your toes." he explained as the camera switched to him  
as he hocked up a huge luggy into a handkerchief and   
continued.  
     "Now, you have two days to complete your task. If   
there is more than one woman out of a tube, the game   
is forfeit. The losers will all receive complimentary   
prizes, namely the home version of diamond hunt." he   
said as he raised a board game box up to the screen.   
The box was cheaply decorated and taped together and   
it was an obvious attempt at a sick, humorous message,   
namely; you lose, you don't get anything.  
     "Great. The furs really going to fly now." said Diana   
as she watched the women in the room grow anxious as   
they stood about.  
     "This is worse than dropping two alley cats into a   
garbage can. These women are going to destroy each   
other." replied Barbara in a low whisper. "And I thought   
the Joker was dangerous." she thought to herself.  
     "The rest of the rules are covered in the copy of the   
contracts you all signed. Violation of any of the rules on   
the contract means you forfeit your rights and gets you a   
one way ticket to tubes ville. One big rule you must   
follow. DO NOT ENTER THE MAIN HOUSE! I assure   
each and everyone of you that the diamond is not in   
there. Please respect an old mans privacy." he  
continued.  
     "Well! I'm not going to stand for this!" screamed a   
woman from across the room. "This is absurd!" The   
woman was Tina Ferrari, one of Gotham cities hottest   
swimsuit models. "If you think I'm going to let you get   
your jollies off of watching me run around like a chicken   
with its head cut off chasing after your stupid diamond,   
your SICK!" she screamed spraying her long auburn hair   
about in a girlish tantrum.   
     "I'm sorry you feel that way my dear." said the old   
man. "You are free to leave."  
     "Fine! And I'm not your dear." she screamed in a huff   
as she tossed down her chip, picked up her bag and   
stomped out the door to an awaiting servant. The door   
shut and the women could hear the sounds of her high   
heels clicking off into the distance.   
     Her chip was immediately snatched up by one   
woman, only to have another try and grab it out of her   
hands. Two more women joined in and a small pile of   
sexy blonde, brunette and red heads began slapping   
and pushing each other for the chip. Suddenly, two   
rather muscular women, working in unison, pulled the   
others apart and took the chip. They then handed the   
chip to a tall, slim, white hared woman. They then stood  
to either side of her with their burly arms crossed like   
two pitbull body guards.  
     "Nobody Fucks with Victoria Madison. The rest of   
you ladies might as well leave right now because I am   
going to win." she said holding up the chip.  
     "Bravo!" clapped Lord Easystreet like a giddy school   
boy slobbering over the whole incident. "Now that's the   
way to do things. Now, you can mingle about and enjoy   
my hospitality but the hunt can only start at 8:00 PM.   
Before that, no hanky panky." he added striking one   
finger across the other. With that the screen shut down   
and the women broke off into little groups again.  
     "Now I know what Lord Easystreet is into." said   
Barbara as the two agents left to go to their room. As   
they walked out. Victoria and her two goons followed   
them cautiously, watching them as they left the   
ballroom.  
     "We should nail those to first. Take their chips."   
whispered Victoria. "They look like real wimps."  
     *     *     *  
     After eating dinner and arranging their room   
assignment, Barbara opened the door to the bedroom   
and both ladies plopped down on their respective beds.   
"God, what a nightmare." said Barbara as she opened  
her bag and put it on the dresser.  
    "You're telling me. Finding that diamond and keeping   
these guests safe is going to be a real nightmare."   
replied Diana as she walked into the bathroom and   
examined the facilities.   
     "I think I'm going to do some reconnoitering." said   
Barbara as she unlocked a small compartment under   
her case and pulled out a small bag while making sure   
Diana wasn't watching.  
     "Good idea. I'm going to take a much needed   
shower. I'll come looking for you if you're not back by   
7:30." Diana hollered as she started the shower.  
     Barbara tucked her Batgirl costume under her arm   
and walked to the door. As she opened it, she looked to   
the bathroom and could see Ms. Prince in the mirror.   
The woman was stripped down to her bra and panties   
and Barbara stood in awe of the incredible sight. Her   
crotch began to tingle slightly as she watched the IADC   
agent unhook her bra and drop it to the floor.  
     "My goodness," gasped Barbara, "she's bigger than   
Catwoman. My God they're huge!" she stared in   
admiration as Diana's huge breasts swayed about as   
she stepped out of her panties and into the shower.   
"This might be fun after all." Barbara said as she  
bounced out of the room like am excited school girl. As   
she walked down the hall, a trio of heads appeared from   
the other end, starring at the perky little brunette.  
     "Should we bag her?" asked one of the muscle   
women.  
     "No Nic. She doesn't look like she's carrying anything   
at all let alone a chip. She's probably heading for the   
pool. Those chips are in their room." replied Victoria   
patting her little love slave on her tush. "We'll sneak in   
their and bag her friend. Then we'll grab both their   
chips."  
     *     *     *  
     Diana sank her head under the warm water and let   
the water flow like a water fall over the mountains and   
canyons of her shapely form. Unknown to her, however,   
a camera hidden in the tile work spied her every   
movement. From a control room with a vast array of   
monitors, panels and controls, Lord Easystreet sat in his   
chair and spied the buxom avenger. But what's this, the   
Lord is actually a little boy? Using a trick of modern   
computer technology, the young billionare was able to   
transmit an image of an old man instead of himself   
during the party. Now the 14 year old Lord Easystreet   
sat slobbering as he watched Diana Prince's perfect   
body showering before him.  
     "OOOOO! GOD! That's it, wipe yourself down. God   
you are gorgeous BABY." he said in a dirty Benny Hill   
voice as she slobbered over the screen. Diana picked   
up a bar of soap and lathered it. Then, with slow   
meticulousness, she began massaging her own breasts,   
soaping them up and making them shiny and wet.  
     "Whoa BABY. Ya don't get too many of those to a   
pound do ya. That's it, they're soo dirty. Soap them up...   
soap them up." he salivated. For several minutes he   
watched Diana mold her breasts into erotic mountains of   
shiny sexual pleasure, squeezing and lathering them as   
she sloshed them around. Then, taking a joystick he   
began moving the camera down. The image shifted   
down her body, over her flat, defined stomach and   
stopped at her wide, sexy hips and full, curvaceous   
thighs. She stood with her legs together and the form   
was exquisite. He watched in awe, staring at her   
smoothly shaven vagina and at her hips as they slowly   
swayed from side to side as the woman washed her   
upper half.   
     Then, her hand came down, filled with soap, and it   
slid itself slowly between her legs. Her fingers slid   
between her lips, in then out then in then out, soaping   
up her pussy as she massaged it. He then noticed that   
she wasn't stopping. "What's this... Are you..." he said as   
she tilted the camera up to her face. Diana's head was   
bent back and her mouth hung slightly open with her   
eyes shut. She was moaning softly and cupping her   
breasts with her free hand as she panted slowly. "Oh   
you naughty little girl. Oh and I bet you need a good   
climax too don't you.." he said teasingly as he watched   
agent Prince stimulate herself.  
     Suddenly, a female hand shot into the picture and   
clamped itself over the otherwise occupied agent's   
mouth. Diana's eyes bulged open and she began to   
scream muffled cries as the picture became screwed up   
with a flurry of activity. "What the hell..." stammered the   
boy as he played with the joystick to zoom the camera   
back. Legs, hair and Diana's breasts filled the camera.   
Then the image slipped away. Trying another camera,   
the boy brought up the bedroom.   
     Out of the bathroom, three women carried the   
dripping wet, struggle shape of Diana Prince into the   
room and onto the bed. One of the women kept her   
hand over Diana's mouth at all times while the other two   
produced a few rolls of duct tape. With the familiar   
squeaking sound of tape being pulled off of rolls, the   
women proceeded to bind and gag agent Prince. A big   
swath of tape was clamped down over her mouth while   
several strips bound her hands behind her back and her   
long legs together at the ankles and knees.  
     "Keep the bitch occupied while we search the room   
Nac." said Victoria as the two other women got up and   
started rifling through Barbara's and Diana's luggage.   
Diana lay on the bed, twisting a gyrating against her   
bonds as Nac sat next to her, holding her down.  
     "My, what huge tits you have honey." said Nac as   
she leaned in and roughly cupped Diana's right breast   
with her hand. Diana's screamed under her gag and   
reeled as the woman began massaging the tit. Cupping   
it from underneath, she began massaging it while   
pressing Diana's nipple in with her fore finger. She then   
leaned in and started sucking on the plump gland, biting   
down on Diana's ripened nipple as she accosted the   
breast.  
     "Got em!" shouted Nic as she held up the two chips.   
The two women then stood over Diana's bed, watching   
as Nac continued to suck on Diana's tit.  
     "What should we do with her?" grinned Nic as she   
wet her lips. "How about a nice little gang bang?"  
     "NO! We don't have the time." replied Victoria as she   
sat down on the bed and slid her hands along Diana's   
full, smooth thigh. "I know. We'll leave her tied up and   
come back at eight. Then we'll simple carry her out to   
the main hallway and leave her bound and gagged. The   
rules say anyone who is incapacitated will be asked to   
leave. They'll simply cart her off the island like that bitch   
Tina Ferrarri." said Victoria as she stared Diana in the   
eye.   
    "But first, we don't want her to get bored laying here.   
Pick her up and put her on the rug." she ordered as she   
grinned at Nic. Nic and Nac then picked up the   
struggling heroine and placed her on one end of the   
rooms long throw rug with her body parallel to the short   
end. Then Nic smiled back and opened her bag. She   
pulled out a large, black vibrator which she handed to   
Victoria. Victoria smiled at Diana and turned it on. The   
hum sent a cold chill down Diana's back as she surged,   
knowing what was to come next. All three women then   
piled on top of the amazon and held her down while   
Victoria inserted the taming toy between Diana's   
bucking, resistive legs. Diana screamed frantically as   
the implement made it way deep inside her and she   
thrashed about wildly as the sensation sent shivers   
throughout her body.  
     The three women then grabbed the end of the rug   
and began rolling Diana's gyrating body up into it. They   
then picked up the rolled cocoon and carried the twisting   
carpet over to the bed. With a swift push from their legs,   
the three women kicked the rug and rolled it under the   
beds, entombing Diana completely. They could barely   
hear Diana's muffled moans and pounding body under   
the bed and the three women parted, smiling as they left   
with the chips.  
  
  
  
     "Good thing this place has broom closets." said   
Batgirl as she emerged from the closet pulling up her   
spandex shorts. "My best bet is to go as high as I can   
and look out one of the windows. I probably can see the   
whole estate from up there."  
     After climbing two or three flights, the heroine   
reached the last flight only to be stopped by a band of   
tape stretched across the staircase. The words "OFF   
LIMITS" were repeated across the tape. "Not for me it   
is." said Batgirl as she slid under the tape and walked up   
the stairs. Little did she know she had broken a small   
eye beam as she walked up the flight.  
     In Lord Easystreet's control room, the young man   
had just finished watching Diana's demise with sad   
disappointment. "Damn, I thought they were going to   
bang the bitch too. Oh well."  
     Suddenly, another monitor switched its image to the   
lovely form of Batgirl slowly moving up the forbidden   
staircase. "What do we have hear? Batgirl! Good, I   
knew the female heroines of Gotham city would show   
up. I'm so glad its you my dear." he said rolling his   
hands together in glee.   
     "You're way too good for the tubes sweat cheeks," he   
continued as he watched Barbara's plump ass and   
shapely legs walk innocently past the camera and up the   
stairs. "Being a heroine with a secret identity, I bet no   
one knows who you are and that means no one would   
miss you if you disappear. Perfect, just perfect." he   
cackled. "Oh, I've got some nice plans for that pretty   
little ass, plans I bet you just weren't counting on." he   
snickered as he pushed a few buttons.  
     Barbara made her way down a narrow hallway and   
reached a door at the end. With expert skill, she picked   
the lock and slipped inside. The room looked like it was   
partially painted with tarps over the furniture, paint   
supplies along the walls and masking tape over the trim.   
The only window was a small framed opening at the far   
end. She walked carefully across the bare, wooden floor   
and looked out the window. The summer sun was   
heading down toward the horizon as night approached   
and beetles chirped as the sun heated up that section of   
the house. She then heard some commotion from out on   
the grounds. Looking down she must have been 5   
stories up. Staring out, she could see the garden and a   
magnificent shrubbery maze winding through it. She   
could also see four of the guests stealthily moving   
through the garden maze, talking softly as they   
searched about.  
     "I see the guests aren't even waiting till eight." said   
Barbara taking her usual Batgirl stance. She watched as   
the four women split up and head separate directions.   
Suddenly, a series of tentacle like straps shot up from   
under one of the girls and coiled her. She twisted about   
as the white bands tied and gagged her, fighting to warn   
the others. Then a spray of blue gas shot up at her and   
the woman sank to the ground asleep. Babs pressed   
against the window in a vain attempt at watching. She   
then pulled the window up and looked out. Still not   
getting a good view, she contorted and twisted her   
shoulders till she could stick her upper half of her body   
out the window.  
    "One of Lord Easystreet's simple, harmless traps eh."   
said Batgirl curling her lip as she watched another and   
yet another girl fall into the same kind of trap. Then,   
from some hidden panels in the garden, several unusual   
men appeared. They appeared to be completely naked   
and made of some kind of smooth, white plastic with   
absolutely no body hair at all. They reminded Batgirl of   
perfect bodybuilders without an ounce of fat. They   
walked up to the bound girls and started carting them off   
through the openings.  
     "Androids! So those are the patrols." Barbara   
whispered as she watched the mass abduction of losers.   
As she watched, a wall panel slid to one side and two   
male androids stepped out into the room. They were just   
like the others with huge, muscular builds, smooth   
plastic bodies and expressionless faces. Also   
accompanying them was the rambunctious Lord   
Easystreet. With stealth, all three tip-toed toward the   
slowly swaying form of Batgirl's full, plump rear as she   
stood hanging out the small window. They reached the   
young girl and, for a moment, the young boy held his   
hands over the curvature of he buttocks like someone   
warming their hands over a fire making "OOOO   
AAAAHHH" facial gestures as he watched her ass shift   
back and forth. Then, counting his fingers down to zero,   
he pointed to the girl's elbows. Both androids reached   
out and readied themselves.  
     "Hey! What the..." screamed Batgirl as two pairs of   
huge hands grabbed her arms and pulled them inside   
the window and up behind her back. At the same time,   
the window pane came crashing down, pinning the girl's   
upper body out of the window with her hands inside and   
behind her. A she struggled, one of the androids   
secured her hands together with a pair of handcuffs.   
When they finished, they ran their huge hands down the   
length of each of her shapely legs and then pushed her   
ankles together. With another pair of cuffs, they   
clamped her feet together, turning the heroine into a   
trapped, wriggling worm of soft, shapely flesh.  
     "Whomever you are, I'm Batgirl and I'm an officer of   
the law. I demand to be released IMMEDIATELY!" she   
ordered as she rolled her shoulders trying to escape.   
Lord Easystreet twiddled his fingers at her in a mock   
"OOO, I'm soooo scared!" expression. He then slapped   
his hand hard across her jello like rear. Batgirl   
responded with an erotic feminine bark making her twist   
about in panic. He then grabbed her ass hard with both   
hands and began massaging her buttocks like he was   
playing with two big balloons. Her butt soared up, then   
around then from side to side as she tried to shake her   
molester off in vain. His hands slid over her bare   
cheeks, down her bare thighs, around the front of her   
legs and back around to her ass. He then pressed his   
soft cheek against hers and began kissing her ass with   
abandonment. As he did this, his fingers would tease   
Batgirl by inadvertently slipping their way under her   
tights at various, strategic locations. Batgirl responded   
with erotic yelps and snarls as she felt the hands accost   
her delicate rear.  
     "OOOO BABY!" he thought making sure not to say   
anything. "Time for a surprise." As he groped her, the   
young boy unzipped his pants and pulled out his   
hardened erection. His size was in no way threatening   
but he did what he could to get it harder by stroking it   
with one hand. Then, gliding his fingers under the top of   
her shorts, he teased the costumed heroine as he pulled   
slightly on the spandex material. Then, with a quick   
yank, he pulled the shorts down over her ripe ass and   
around her full, bare thighs.  
     Batgirl's eyes bulged in shear panic as she felt her   
shorts go down and the air hit her bare rear. She tried to   
kick out but the two super strong androids held her legs   
firmly in place. All she could do was sway and shift her   
hips about and wriggle around desperately. Grabbing   
her by the hips with one hand, the boy brought his   
erection closer, stroking it with his other as he moved it   
into position.   
     "OH MY GOD! NOOO!" screamed Batgirl as she felt   
the rounded head of a penis touch her bare lips. Her   
hips went wild and Lord Easystreet had to shift his hips   
with hers to keep up. To normal men, Barbara Gordon   
was rather a small, tasty scoop of ice-cream but, to Lord   
Easystreet, she was a voluptuous, mountainous sundae   
ready to be scarfed. Matching her twists, he final found   
his target and pushed his tiny penis inside.  
     "AAAAAGHHGG!!!" Barbara screamed. The penis   
was way too small to be a threat but, the thought of   
someone penetrating her against her will sent her into a   
flurry of desperate panic. She could feel the penis slid   
inside her and the hips of her rapist pressing up against   
her bare rear. For several minutes, the little man rode   
Batgirl in shear ecstasy as he felt her vagina squeeze   
and stroke his penis as the heroine tried to escape the   
inevitable. Barbara's heart then sank in her chest as she   
felt her attacker begin pumping his hips back and forth.   
"NNOOOO! Not... Not inside!" she hissed as she tried to   
push him off with a deep thrust of her hips. This only   
excited Lord Easystreet more and the boy sank his head   
back as the climax built.  
     His panting built in volume which caused Batgirl to   
rock faster, knowing what was to come. Then, with a   
massive sigh of relief, the boy pushed his hips in as   
hard as he could, discharging deep inside Batgirl. Batgirl   
responded with an animalistic scream that was more   
from shock than from sexual ecstasy.   
     "How dare YOU!" she screamed. "OHHHH!"  
     The boy paid no attention as he slowly continued   
pumping. He then gave her butt another swat and   
stepped back, putting his wet member back into his   
pants. Pulling out a remote control, he started to   
reprogram the two androids. As he stepped through the   
secret panel, he pressed the activation button and   
snickered. "I think they oughta take some of the spirit   
out of you." he laughed as the door closed.  
      The two androids released Batgirl's legs and one of   
them immediately moved in behind her and grasped her   
bucking rear. She immediately realized that a new   
attacker was behind her and this one was HUGE.   
"OOOHHH! NOOO!! No, not again!" she winced as she   
felt another member touch her lips. Where as Lord   
Easystreet was small and harmless, the two androids   
were huge and merciless. Bloated, white and ultra firm,   
the androids cock hovered ominously over her dainty,   
soft vagina. Then, with a brutal thrust, the android's   
penis drove its taming point home, sending Barbara   
reeling with overwhelming sensation.  
     "AAAAAAGAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"  
     Her scream was heard across the compound as the   
white member slid slowly inside her. "My God! Its....   
Its.... too big... can't.... UUUUGHH!!!!" Batgirl hissed   
and moaned as the android burrowed its way deeper   
inside her. With a final, brutal push, it shoved the penis   
all the way in, sending Batgirl's legs flailing about   
around the automatons hips. It then began pulling the   
penis out, then inserting it back in, then out, then in,   
relentlessly pumping itself in and out of Batgirl's   
defenseless cunt. To complicate matters, it then   
reached around to her front and began stroking her ripe   
clitoris with its large, firm fingers. From the ground,   
Batgirl's upper body could be seen rocking in and out of   
the window, her large, perky breasts sloshing up and   
down and her hair sailing forward and back as she   
panted like a speeding steam train.  
     "UUGH! UGGHH! UUUGH! No!... cuming... can't...   
let.." Too late. She screamed uncontrollably as her   
climax sent her body seizing in absolute erotic ecstasy.   
Sensing its victim's demise, the android began tensing   
as well as it simulated its own climax. Obviously, Lord   
Easystreet was a sick little boy who enjoyed hard,   
blatant sex and he had programmed his androids to be   
just as disgusting. With an eruption of lotion like, white   
cream, Batgirl's vagina began to ooze with the android's   
pudding like cum. The creamy substance oozed out and   
down her legs and she shuttered in disgust as she felt   
her vagina and thighs growing wet with the discharge.   
Still pumping, the android removed its member and let   
the substance pour out onto Batgirl's soft, white rear. It   
then took its hands and began smearing the substance   
all over her ass like a baker icing a cake.  
     Batgirl continued to gasp in exhaustion as the   
android accosted her. Then she froze in terror. "NO!   
NOT AGAIN!" she screamed as the second android   
moved into place. With the same zeal as the first, the   
second android began to again pump its human victim   
with more unbridled sexual stimulation. The tension rose   
higher and higher, the woman squealed and yelled to no   
avail. Then, with another animalistic scream, Batgirl   
collapsed from another devastating climax.  
     This time, the android didn't discharge. It pulled the   
window pain up and pulled Batgirl inside to face it. It   
supported the frail girl as she stared at it with dreamy,   
heavy eyes. Then with a firm hand, it shoved her head   
down and pushed its cock deep into her gaping mouth.   
     This woke Batgirl from her erotic daze and she   
began to squeal like a pig as the android violated her   
mouth. As it did this, the other android came from   
behind and pulled her tank top up past her firm, perky   
breasts. With its huge hands, the android began to   
callously massage her plump breasts sending her   
writhing from the new stimulation. Her whining was soon   
silenced, however, as its discharge violated her pretty   
mouth. For a while, she was forced to swallow, then, it   
removed the penis, only to let it spray the rest of its   
discharge into her face. The cum slowly poured over her   
lips and cheeks as she was coated with the substance.   
The first android then pulled her back and the second   
android discharged all over her bare chest, wetting her   
perfect breasts with the goo.  
     Suddenly, a plastic ball was shoved into her mouth   
and tied around the back of her head. A white clothe   
was then draped over her eyes, blindfolding the violated   
heroine. The androids then let the bound and gagged   
Batgirl drop to the floor as they slipped back into the   
secret panel.  
     Lord Easystreet sat at his console and watched in   
glee as the banged and defeated Batgirl lay rolling   
about, bound and gagged, on the wooden floor with her   
shorts pulled down around her thighs, her breasts   
exposed and her body soaked with android cum. "AH,   
Poor little Batgirl. Well there's much more in store for   
you. BWAHAHAHA!"  
  
     *     *     *  
     The rug slowly shifted from side to side as another   
muffled scream of climax came out from the fabric.   
Suddenly, the whole carpet began to roll. It rolled out   
from under the bed and a muffled clamp of thunder rang   
out from the tarp. Then, with a burst of female energy,   
the carpet exploded into strips of dusty cloth as Wonder   
Woman burst free of her cocooned tomb. Her body was   
absolutely soaked with sweat and she sat like a tossed   
rag doll on the floor panting and sighing heavily. Slowly,   
she pulled the remainder of the duct tape off of her legs,   
wrists and mouth and dizzily stood up. Her eyes then   
bulged in shock as she immediately clamped her hand   
on her pelvis. Unzipping her costume, she let it slide   
down as she removed the vibrator from her dripping wet   
vagina. She then zipped the satin tights back up and sat   
down hard on the bed holding the oscillating toy in front   
of her.  
     "Hera! That almost had me. A few more minutes of   
that and that would have been the end." she said slowly,   
turning the device off and plopping it on the bed. She   
got back up and started straightening herself out in the   
mirror, fixing her headband and hair as she wiped the   
sweat off her tan body.   
     Suddenly, the jiggling of the door knob put Wonder   
Woman on alert. Looking at the clock it was 8:30. "Back   
for more ehh?" said Diana as she readied herself. She   
then looked down at the toy on the bed and picked it up.   
"Two can play at this game." she said readying the item   
and standing behind the door. With a flick, she turned   
the lights off and stood in wait.  
     A shapely figure slowly moved into the room. As she   
entered the center of the room, Wonder Woman jumped   
her. Both women went rolling about as they fought.   
"Victoria's goon is a pretty good fighter." Wonder   
Woman thought but she knew she had the upper hand.   
With her lasso, she quickly tied the girl's hands behind   
her back and her ankles together. She could feel the girl   
succumbing to the lasso's magical effects.   
     "Now its time for a little revenge." Diana thought as   
she pulled the woman's shorts down and began inserting   
the vibrator inside her. The woman's hips surged wildly   
as they were penetrated and the tied woman panted and   
moaned as she was deeply penetrated.   
     "How do you like THAT!" blasted Wonder Woman as   
she yanked on the lasso. "Now, tell me who you are?"  
     "I.... I .... I'm Barbara Gordon." rasped the agonized   
female voice.  
     "Oh NO!" gasped Diana as she jumped up and   
flipped on the lights. For a moment, however, Diana   
stared in utter confusion. On the floor was Batgirl,   
wiggling about as she fought both the lasso and the   
vibrator's effects.  
     "Batgirl? But you said you are....." Like a cash   
register, the total added up and Diana let out a small   
smile. "Of course, its so simple. Commissioner Gordon's   
daughter. That's how you always know where to show   
up." Diana said sitting on the bed and crossing her legs   
as she thought about the situation.  
     "IIIIFFFF...YYYOOOOUUU DOOONN'''TTT   
MMMMMMIIIINNNDDDD...." stuttered Batgirl as she   
rolled about.  
     "Oh! I'm sorry." said Diana as she untied the rope   
and helped Barbara pull out the little toy. Running to the   
bathroom, she returned with a glass of water, some   
aspirin and a wet rag.  
     "I could really do with a stiff Gin right now." said   
Barbara as she quaffed the aspirin and water.  
     "I do apologize Bat.. I mean Bar... I mean..."   
stammered Wonder Woman.  
     "Well, I figure another heroine knowing my identity   
isn't that bad." said Batgirl as she sat back and put the   
wet rag on her forehead. "By the way, where's Ms.   
Prince..." but as she asked, the circumstance of the   
room began to give away subtle hints as to Ms. Prince's   
real whereabouts.  
     "Um... Well, I feel its only fair that since I used my   
lasso unfairly, I should share my secret with you. I'm   
actually Diana Prince." Wonder Woman confessed as   
she stood up and stood in front of Batgirl in her typical   
Wonder Woman stance.   
     "Well, I've got a secret for you Diana, the jugs are a   
dead give away." Batgirl said as she stood up, put her   
hands out like two cups and inflated her cheeks   
teasingly.  
     "I know." said Wonder Woman in annoyance as she   
sat crossing her arms. "That's why I always down dress.   
Do you know how hard it is to hide these?" she   
complained.  
     "Oh, I know. I have that problem with my look as   
well. The thing that gets me though is no one really ever   
puts one and one together. My father has seen me   
naked all my life and yet he doesn't recognize his   
daughter wearing a suit like this." Batgirl complained.  
     "You said it. With breasts like these I thought I'd get   
discovered the first time I saved someone." Diana   
added.  
     "What's even weirder is our voices are exactly the   
same as our alter egos yet no one ever recognizes us.   
The first time I met a blind man, I thought I was found   
out for sure." added Batgirl. "By the way do you ever   
have a problem with chaffing?" she asked.  
     "Oh no, amazon's don't chafe. We have tougher skin.   
Though I'm always worried about bruises and cuts. On a   
bare leg they really show up." Diana replied.  
     "That's true but I down play my real identity so she   
doesn't wear anything too revealing." said Batgirl. Both   
women then settled down to a long discussion talking   
about heroine tactics, beauty secrets, costume do's and   
don'ts and fashion.   
     "God, have you seen Supergirl. She looks like a   
cheerleader! What a bimbo. And she's sooo sickly   
sweat." scoffed Batgirl.  
     "You know she's gay." replied Wonder Woman   
nodding her head. "At least that's what I hear. I also   
heard she's into some major S&M."  
     "No, really!" squeaked Batgirl. Then both women   
began to laugh like two college girls at dorm. For once,   
they had met someone else they could talk to that they   
could trust and that shared the same experiences.  
     "So what happened here?" asked Batgirl smiling as   
she held up the vibrator with her two fingers. "Supergirl   
drop by?"  
     "NO!" exclaimed Diana as she snatched the dildo   
away from Barbara and tossed it on the other bed. "I got   
a surprise visit while I was taking a shower. That bitch   
Victoria Madison and her two goons Nic and Nac tied   
me up and left this to entertain me."  
     "Why didn't you just beat them up. You're supposed   
to have mega-strength." asked Batgirl.  
     "I only have powers while I'm Wonder Woman and I   
wear my belt of power." she said removing the belt.   
"See, now I'm as weak as a normal woman. " she   
explained.  
     "I see. The belt holds your power?" asked Batgirl.  
     "While I am away from my home, yes." answered   
Diana putting the belt back on. "By the way, what   
happened to you?"  
     "I got a nasty surprise upstairs." Batgirl replied rolling   
her eyes and shaking her head. She explained the   
whole experience to Diana.  
     "Swear it was some little kid banging me." said   
Batgirl as she continued.  
     In Lord Easystreet's control room, the young   
billionaire sat looking at the monitor. "I know a secret.. I   
know a secret... da da dada da...."   
     In another room of the estate, Tarra Rogers raised   
her servants head to interrupt the woman's magnificent   
blowjob. She and the Asian maid Yumi were busy   
entertaining themselves in Tarra's room. Tarra knew   
Lord Easystreet had the whole place wired and she had   
tapped into the kid's monitors with a few of her own. She   
had been completely distracted by Yumi's magical   
mouth and had missed most of Batgirl's and Wonder   
Woman's conversation as she convulsed in ecstasy.   
Looking up at the monitor, she shook violently to life as   
the image of Wonder Woman and Batgirl gave her a   
start.  
     "BATGIRL! WONDER WOMAN! NO! What are they   
doing HERE!" she screamed pushing Yumi to the floor   
and turning up the volume.   
     "This is bad. Real bad." Yumi said as she shook her   
head in disbelief. "We're dead women for sure. There   
goes our shot at the diamond." she added.  
     "SSSHHHHH!" hissed Tarra waving her hands at the   
maid. Then her face lightened up with a smile as she   
heard the fatal words from Diana's mouth. "I only have   
powers while I'm Wonder Woman and I wear my belt of   
power. See, now I'm as weak as a normal woman. "  
     "That's IT! Batgirl is easy to deal with but I thought   
Wonder Woman was unstoppable." screamed Tarra.  
     "So, what does that have to do with us." asked Yumi.  
     "Don't you see, without that belt, she just like any   
other big breasted bimbo. We can deal with her just like   
Batgirl and all the other guests." Tarra said as she   
began cackling in diabolic laughter. "Quickly, get Trisha   
and meet me outside. We've got work to do." she said   
racing for the closet.  
  
  
  
     Batgirl's plan was clever and quite simple. Victoria   
appeared to be making noticeable headway in rounding   
up the chips. Wonder Woman and Batgirl simply   
followed the trail of trussed up models, business women   
and starlets until they found the three women tying up   
another guest.  
     "If we follow her, we can get the chips for ourselves."   
Batgirl whispered.  
     "OOOH! That's rotten... I love it." Wonder Woman   
giggled as they stealthily trailed the three women   
through the building.  
     "Damn you BITCH! Where's the God Damn chip!!!"   
screamed Victoria like a ranting child as she slammed a   
bound and gagged models dead on the top of a coffee   
table. The three nefarious nymphs and the greedy, but   
hog-tied model, were in a large study in the first floor   
near the servant's quarters.  
     "MMMMBBLLMMLML!" screamed the curly   
redheaded model as she crossed her eyes in dizziness   
from the pounding. "MMM CMMIP MMIS NN MI   
MURSE!" she mumbled under the thick tape gag.  
     "WHAT! What the fuck are you saying! ANSWER   
ME!" screamed Victoria as she started to ring the girl's   
neck.  
     "Uh... Maybe we oughta remove her gag." sheepishly   
asked Nac half expecting to get a whack across the face   
from her mistress.  
     "GAG!.....Oh... Yeah, I knew that." and with a quick   
yank she brutally tore the tape off of the girl's mouth.   
     "YEEEEEOOOWWWW!! Watch it you BITCH!"   
screamed the girl as she puckered her lips to get the   
feeling back into them.  
     "Hera, I hate duct tape." whispered Diana to Batgirl   
as they both cringed when the tape came off.   
     "And I thought a bikini wax was torture." agreed   
Batgirl.  
     "You better start talking..." threatened Victoria   
between her teeth as she shook her fist at the girl.  
     "I said, the chip is in my purse you fucking IDIOT!"   
the girl screamed back.  
     "Oh, I'm an idiot am I?" asked Victoria mockingly as   
she looked over at Nic. Nic nonchalantly picked up a   
fireplace shovel and raised it. "Nighty night chump.   
BWAHAHAHA!" laughed Victoria.  
       
"WWWWHHHHHHHAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGG!"  
     Batgirl turned away slightly and winced as she saw   
the young girl eyes cross and watched her keel over   
unconscious from the shovel's blow. "EEWWW! That's   
gotta hurt." she said peeking out of one eye.  
     "Oh, that's nothing." said Wonder Woman in a   
superior tone as she waved her hand at the girl. "Heck,   
the cheetah hit me over the head with a telephone pole   
once."   
     Batgirl looked up at the amazon and turned back to   
watch the scene. "No wonder..." she thought shaking her   
head and rolling her eyes.  
     "I think its time we broke up this party." Wonder   
Woman said as she got her lasso ready.   
     "I'm with you." Batgirl exclaimed as both women got   
up and bounded into the room. With a quick flick of her   
lasso, Diana immediately roped Victoria sending her into   
a slight hypnotic state with the rope's magical effects.   
Batgirl dove at the two muscular body guards and let   
loose with a barrage of Batgirl kicks. Nic went down   
immediately but Nac was a little more resilient. She   
returned with a hefty south paw that sent Batgirl reeling   
back against a table. She immediately piled onto the   
smaller avenger and began choking her with both   
hands.  
     "UUUUGGH!!! Wwwwwonnnderrr WOMmmmannn.   
ANNNYY DDDAYYY NOWWWW!!!" gasped Batgirl as   
she tried to fight off the feverish monster of a woman.  
     "Oh, sorry." said the preoccupied Wonder Woman as   
she matter of factually walked over and gave the   
woman a slight karate chop on the back of the neck.   
The girl immediately fell to the floor unconscious.  
     "So, what are we going to do with Ms. Madison."   
Batgirl said clearing her throat.  
     "MMMM... I've got an idea." replied Wonder Woman   
with a devilish smile. "You take care of those two and   
then meet me in the first servant's bedroom down the   
hall." Wonder Woman said as she took the feisty but   
restrained blonde along in tow and headed down the hall   
that lead to the servants' wing.  
     "Hmmm... So much rope and so much to do..."   
thought Batgirl as she stared down in slight excitement   
at the two unconscious body builders on the floor. "I   
know just the thing." she said as she knelt down and   
went to work with several coils of rope.  
     After 15 minutes of happily tying up the two muscular   
lesbians like some demented housewife baking cookies.   
Batgirl came into the first servant's room humming a   
happy tune. She then stooped and stared slightly in   
curiosity at a refrigerator that had been unplugged from   
the servant's kitchen and plopped in the doorway to the   
bathroom. Batgirl slowly approached and peeked in.   
Wonder Woman had just finished tying Victoria's hands   
to the shower's overhead spigot and removed her lasso   
from around the blonde's waist.  
     "Wha... What's going on?" Batgirl asked timidly.  
     "Have you ever made Bitch Cake?" said Wonder   
Woman with a smile as she opened the ice box and   
showed its contents to Batgirl.  
     "I think I remember the recipe." Batgirl replied as she   
got the idea and picked up a carton of eggs. "I believe   
we start with these." she said as both women picked up   
an egg in each hand.  
     "OHHH! YOU WOULDN'T!! HOW DARE YOU!"   
screamed the spoiled blonde. Wonder Woman smacked   
the egg over the girl's head and spread its gooey   
contents around in her hair as the blonde tried to kick   
back. Her legs were securely bound together and to the   
bathtub faucet so she could only stand and twist about   
as Batgirl unload another white gem on her head.   
Another, then another hit her in the head and face. Then   
Batgirl slammed two eggs into Victoria's perky breasts,   
making the girl scream in disgust as Barbara began   
massaging the yellow, clear goop over her chest. Then   
an egg was slapped hard between her legs making the   
girl yelp in slight excitement and shock. Another egg hit   
her in the crotch, then two more. Diana then turned the   
girl around and slapped some more eggs up her ass,   
coating her perky rear with the goo.  
     "OH! I'll make you both pay for this!" she screamed.   
"NO one does this to....UUUUGGGHLLMMM!"   
     "I think some butter would be good right now." said   
Wonder Woman as she took a whole tub of Country   
Crock and shoved the scoop into Victoria's threatening   
mouth. She then smeared the huge, remaining wad   
around the girls face as Victoria spat out the huge chunk   
of lard making the girl's face and hair all wet and greasy.   
Grabbing the rest of the butter, Wonder Woman shoved   
the slab between Victoria's buttocks and started   
spreading the wad around with a big frosting spreader,   
coating the girl's ass with a thick, shiny film of lard.  
     Batgirl sarcastically opened a small bottle of vanilla   
extract and added just a drop on top of Victoria's head.   
She then looked at Diana and both girl's shrugged.   
"Better safe than sorry." Wonder Woman said. Batgirl   
smiled and poured the whole bottle over Victoria's   
thrashing head.  
     Then the two heroines went hog wild. "Barbecue   
sauce on a cake." gasped Batgirl jokingly. "How risqu,."   
she said as the Open Pit was emptied all over Victoria's   
greasy, yellow chest. Next came the Thousand Island,   
then the A1, then a few cans of beer, "Oops, scratch the   
beer; Diet Soda. We're on a diet." They emptied two six   
packs of diet soda all over the girl, shaking the cans   
thoroughly before they unleashed them.   
     Victoria then screamed in absolute disgust as a bag   
of sugar and a five pound bag of flour was emptied over   
her sticky, wet body. The gooey substances underneath   
made the flour stick amazingly well to her skin and she   
almost resembled a woman being tarred and feathered.   
"Oh! We can't forget the brown sugar" added Barbara as   
she unloaded the bag of brown powder all over the girl's   
chest and face.   
     Wonder Woman then handed Batgirl a can. "Cheez   
Whiz! I just love Cheez Whiz!" Batgirl screamed as she   
shook the can and shot off a small stream to eat.   
     "It goes good with whipping cream." grinned Wonder   
Woman as she held up a can. Both girls then leaned   
into Victoria and began decorating the girl with various   
swirls and designs. Barbara decorated Victoria's left   
breast, putting two eyes above the nipple and a smiley   
face below. "Look, is Mr. Bill!" Batgirl said as she leaned   
back to admire the bouncing face before her. "Oh, I just   
love Mr. Bill." she said in a heavy voice as she leaned in   
and started sucking hard on Victoria's excited nipple.  
     "YOU SICK BITCHES! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"   
     "Mine's frosty the snowman." Wonder Woman said   
adding the finishing touches onto a whip cream hat that   
sat at the top of Victoria's right breast. Batgirl looked   
over and nodded in approval as she scooped a small   
finger of cream off the girl's nipple. Diana then leaned in   
and started sucking on Victoria's other breast, humming   
frosty the snowman as she massaged the plump tit.  
     "Oh NOOOOOO! Its Mr. Hands!!!!" said Batgirl in   
her best Mr. Bill voice as she slapped Victoria's right tit   
hard with her hand, spraying yellow cheez whiz, egg,   
butter and flour goo against the wall of the shower. She   
then began to grope the tit real hard, pinching and   
squeezing it as she watched it balloon and compress.  
     The two girls then stepped back and stared longingly   
and deviously at Victory as they slowly began shaking   
their cans. "Ohhhhh, No... Stay back... No...."   
stammered Victory as some sixth sense told her what   
was to come.  
     Like Beavis and Butthead, both heroines turned   
toward each other and began to shake like they were   
holding back an explosion. "PUSSY SUNDAE!!!!!!!!"   
They both screamed. Victoria bucked about wildly as the   
two costumed avengers grabbed her thighs and plunged   
the tips of their respective cans into her cunt. The hollow   
sound of the cans discharging filled the bathroom with   
an ominous tenseness as both women continued to   
unload their can's contents. Victoria stared down at the   
spectacle, gritting her teeth, not in pain, but in shock and   
panic at the fact that nothing was coming out. The cans   
were emptying but the thought of where the stuff was   
going horrified her. Then, after several seconds, a   
yellowish, white mixture oozed out of Victoria's vagina   
and plopped down onto the shower floor in clumpy   
lumps as Batgirl and Wonder Woman continued to   
empty the cans.   
     "UUUUUUUGHHHH!!!!!!" screamed Victoria in   
horror as she realized she must be absolutely filled with   
the disgusting mixture of cheez whiz and whip cream.   
Batgirl continued to empty her can as Wonder Woman   
walked back to the fridge. Batgirl then stood up and   
wrote "FUCK ME" with a little heart across Victoria's   
tummy with the remainder of the can. "I love cheez whiz   
but I don't think I'd give you the satisfaction of watching   
me lick your cunt clean." teased Barbara as she held the   
girl's chin up with her finger and grinned.  
     "My pussy's too good for you anyway SLUT! You   
should be worshipping me and that's just where you two   
bimbos will be, AT MY FUCKING KNEES!" she   
screamed in futile defiance trying poorly to scare the   
costumed avenger.  
     "Oh MY!" gasped Wonder Woman as she stood in   
front of the fridge bent over like a huge bimbo doll with   
her full ass in the air and her legs locked. "Look what I   
found in the crisper." she said innocently as she stood   
up and held up a cucumber. This was no ordinary   
cucumber. It was round and full at one end but tapered   
to a narrow, bumpy point at the other. It was the kind of   
cucumber most men would simply toss aside as useless   
and most women would bulge their eyes at.  
     "My, I think the maid did the shopping this week,"   
Batgirl replied with a bimbo's gasp of sarcastic shock.   
"and such a naughty maid too."   
     "I wonder if this was meant for our salad?" Wonder   
Woman replied with a raised eyebrow. Both women then   
turned and smiled at Victoria who stared back with   
bulging eyes at the organic implement.  
     "OOHHHH! You wouldn't DARE!" she hissed as she   
gaped at the cucumber. "NO! NO! Get AWAY...." she   
started to scream as the two heroines grabbed her   
thighs and brought the vegetable ever closer.  
     "Remember what you did to Diana Prince?" asked   
Wonder Woman with a gleam. "Well have a taste of   
your own MEDICINE!" she screamed as she pushed the   
misshapen object hard into Victoria's resistive vagina.   
The girl wailed and screamed uncontrollably as Diana   
twisted and pushed the dildo deeper and deeper into   
her. Her hips and body twirled about like a top dangling   
from a string as she tried to thrust and push the ever   
encroaching cucumber out of herself.   
     "UUUUGHH!! AAAGGHH!!!! UUUGHH!! GODDD!!!"   
she panted and moaned like an actress over acting a   
death scene in some cheap B movie. Her articulations   
were no act, however, as the thought of being so rudely   
penetrated drove her mad with ecstasy.  
     *     *     *  
     Nac began to awaken as the blow to her head sent   
throbs of uncomfortable pain through her neck and   
back. Her eyes bulged in shock as the scent of a wet   
vagina filled her nose and the taste of a sweaty pussy   
coated her lips.  
     "What the..." she mumbled under the vaginal gag.   
She started to twist about, trying to figure out where she   
was, and found herself tied, not by herself, but to   
another woman. At that same moment, Nic began to   
revive and an erotic sensation from between Nac's legs   
shot through her as she felt the mouth of her sister begin   
to mumble. Nac screamed in absolute disgust as she   
realized she was in a forced 69 position with her own   
sister. She hated her sister and only tolerated her   
because they worked together and because her sister   
was the only person as underhanded as she was. To be   
tied to her like this was an absolute affront.  
     "You stupid God Damn BITCH!" Nac screamed as   
loud as she could into her sister cunt. Nic responded   
with a similar tightened, shocked convulsion as Nac's   
vibrations sent a chill through her as well. Both girls then   
began to roll about as they tried to free themselves from   
their distasteful predicament. As they did so, they began   
to excite each other with each twist and thrust.  
     "Stupid CUNT!"  
     "BITCH!"  
     "SLUT!"  
     "I hate YOU!"  
     They continued yelling at each other and wrestling   
with each other as they fought for freedom. This greatly   
aggravated the situation, however, as the erotic stimuli   
only sent them into a more enraged state of struggling.  
     "I'll show you, you dumb...." and with that, Nic dug in   
and began wildly blowing her sister. Nac reeled back   
and slammed her face into Nic's cunt and began to   
brutally respond with a volley of devastating tongue   
lashes. Both women were now frantically blowing each   
other as each tried to dominate the other in a desperate   
attempt at enforcing their own sense of superiority over   
the other. The pecking order had to be maintained and   
only one could win.  
     Nic rode Nac's desperately bucking hips as she kept   
sucking and licking, holding onto Nac's plump, muscular   
rear with her hands. Nac's ass tightened and jiggled like   
a slab of jello as the girl griped and groped it, trying to   
induce her sister into the fatal, losing climax.   
     Nac was no slouch, however, and she wildly blew Nic   
in retaliation. With her fingers, Nac parted Nic's   
muscular buttocks and she stuck her middle finger into   
Nic's anus. With shear ruthlessness, she began twisting   
her finger about callously driving Nic insane with   
sensation.  
     The two bound muscle women rolled about like two   
fighting cats with their tails tied together as they wrestled   
for absolute dominance. Slamming about on the floor,   
they rolled into tables and knocked over chairs as they   
slammed each other about.   
     Their fate was more twisted than they had both   
realized, however, as each girl grew closer to defeat. So   
evenly matched were they that no girl could manage to   
gain a clear advantage. Panting and screaming they   
both induced each other higher and higher until....  
     "UUUUUUUUGHHHHHNNNNN!!!"  
     "AAAAGAGAAGGGHHHHHH!!!"  
     With the same odds of a coin landing on its side,   
both women exploded in hip pound climaxes as they   
broke each other at the same time. Panting for a few   
moments, each girl recoiled and buried their heads back   
into their sister's cunt in hopes of catching the other off   
guard. The wrestling match continued into round two as   
the muscle bound, duet fought each other for total   
victory.  
     *     *     *  
     "Not again.... CUMING!!!...." Victoria screamed as   
Wonder Woman inflicted another   
climax on the spoiled, blonde, brat . The young girl   
finally collapsed in gasping exhaustion as both heroines   
stood over her and stroked her.  
     "Ah, look. Our little girl is dirty!" Wonder Woman said   
is a sarcastic, motherly voice.  
     "OOOO!!!" teased Batgirl as she struck her two index   
fingers together in a "naughty-Naughty" gesture.  
     The two heroines then turned on the shower to ice   
cold and began spraying Victoria with the shower   
massage on full blast.  
     "AAAAGHGHGHGH!!!" screamed the blonde as the   
ice cold water shook her back to reality. The young girl   
yelped and screamed like an excited puppy dog as the   
two amazons rubbed and washed her down. Diana   
coarsely scrubbed her with a long handled brush,   
scouring her face, chest and bare body with the stiff   
bristles, turning the girl's goose bumped skin red with   
abrasion. Batgirl continued spraying and pouring bottles   
of soap and shampoo all over the twisting girl, making   
her absolutely shiny with soap.   
     After a bit, both women stepped back to examine   
their handy work. Victoria lay slumped against the   
shower stall, dangling from her tied hands, and she   
panted and snarled as she stared in despise at the two   
avengers. Her hair was an absolute snarl and it lay   
across her reddened face like the strands of a dirty,   
soaked mop.  
     "You fucking BITCHES! I nail each of you for this! I'll   
make you both...GUMLLLBBMMBBLM!" Her doggy   
yelps of threats were cut off by a small wash rag being   
stuffed in her mouth. A terry towel was then pulled and   
tied around her head, holding the rag in place and   
effectively gagging the enraged spitfire.  
     "You know, I think she's going to catch cold being all   
wet like that." said Batgirl with her hand on her chin.   
"Lets dry her off."   
     Wonder Woman easily picked up the tired, but   
struggling girl, and carried her off under her arm as she   
followed Batgirl down the hallway and toward the   
laundry room. The room had 5 sets of washers and   
dryers but these were the large, industrial devices used   
in institutions to wash tons of clothes. Batgirl opened the   
door to a large dryer and Wonder Woman stuffed the   
frantically kicking girl inside.  
     "I think fluff-no heat at 100 minutes will do." Batgirl   
said turning the knob.  
     "Yes, we wouldn't want her to shrink." smiled Wonder   
Woman as she watched the girl's panicked face begin to   
spin around in the little window. The two women   
watched calmly as the girl's face, then ass, then tits,   
then face then thighs rolled about and slammed around   
inside the dryer and up against the little window.  
     "Now for those chips." said Batgirl as they both left.  
     Wonder Woman came bounding over the grassy   
ridge as she approached the island's abandoned saw   
mill. Her huge breasts heaved up and down like two   
massive, jiggling water balloons and her full rear and   
large buttocks shifted from side to side as she rounded   
the top and headed down the hill. She came to a stop   
behind a pile of old, rotted lumber and crouched down to   
watch the mill. A few moments later, Batgirl came   
chugging over the hill and barreled down the slope and   
into the pile of wood breathing like an overworked steam   
locomotive.  
     "huh huh huh huh God... huh Where the FUCK.. huh   
huh can I get ... huh huh one of those belts!!?" she   
gasped as she lay on the ground sweating like an   
exhausted racing horse and pointing to Diana's power   
belt.  
     "Sorry, members only." Diana replied with a grin,   
patting her belt with her hand.   
     Both girls spent several minutes scoping out the mill,   
looking for any sign of activity. The sawmill was a series   
of dark wood buildings interconnected via enclosed   
walkways. The buildings were hollow on the inside and   
housed various sections of the wood processing   
conveyor belt production line. They were arranged kind   
of like the view windows at a car wash. The wood would   
enter from the river and flow through the mill to the   
other side. Several smaller, decrapidated shacks and   
buildings, along with the rusted remains of old 1950   
genre construction equipment, littered the landscape   
around the main installation.   
     "Now you're sure the chips point here?" asked   
Wonder Woman looking sideways at Batgirl.  
     "Well, its only a hunch but, looking at the designs on   
the chips, the just don't make sense. I'm a librarian and   
I've seen dozens of writings and manuscripts and have   
gotten pretty good at deciphering them. These things   
are totally bogus. The only thing is, one out of four of   
the chips are made of wood, painted to look like plastic.   
Lord Easystreet said one out of four chips were relevant   
so that tells me its what the chip is made out of that's   
important and not what's on it." Batgirl explained.  
     "I see. So you figured the lumber mill since the   
important chips are made out of wood." said Wonder   
Woman touching her finger to her chin in thought.  
     "That's right, and where else would you find wood   
chips?" asked Batgirl with a smile.  
     "Incredible! That's brilliant!" complimented Wonder   
Woman.  
     "Oh that's nothing." shirked Batgirl rolling her eyes.   
"Heck, one time I had to find Commissioner Gordon by   
sniffing around town for his cologne, Wellington #5. Boy   
was that a shot in the dark."  
     "Well, I think we should split up. We can cover more   
ground that way." said Wonder Woman as she got up.   
"Maybe you can scout out that small cluster of buildings   
beyond those wood piles while I look in the main   
complex." she added.  
     "Good thinking. We can get picked off better that   
way if we're alone." Batgirl said with a smile as she   
winked at Wonder Woman. Diana shook her head at the   
joke and started toward the main building.  
  
  
  
     "SSSHHHHH!!" hissed Tarra as she looked out the   
second floor, dust covered window as Wonder Woman   
approached. "Its Wonder Woman!!!" she whispered   
turning toward Yumi. "Is Lord Easystreet's little toy   
ready?" she asked crouching down in the window.  
     "Oh yeah! We cranked up the juice on it too. Boy is   
she in for it." replied Yumi.  
     "Fine. Just don't fuck this up or we're in deep shit!"   
The two women were dressed in black leather pants,   
black turtleneck sweaters and ski masks. They slipped   
down the mills hallways and into the darkness as   
Wonder Woman stepped through the main door of the   
complex.  
     The main area was a huge, wide open space with   
various pieces of rusted, junk equipment strewn about.   
The heroine slowly walked inside, looking about   
cautiously as she tried to take in the entire room and all   
its details.  
     Suddenly, a shot rang out from deep on the other   
side of the room. Her instincts and training paid off as   
she deflected the .45 round with her bracelets. Then a   
series of shots rang out, illuminating a female form in   
the darkness with each burst.   
     The woman was hiding behind several pieces of   
equipment that blocked Diana's path, including a huge,   
rusted out truck that sat close to the heroine. Deciding to   
take a non-direct approach, Wonder Woman put her   
foot on the tailgate of the truck and gave it an immense   
shove with her muscular leg. The truck took off, literally   
skidding across the concrete floor. It crashed and   
slammed into equipment, posts, lumber and other   
obstacles as it plowed its way toward the now shocked   
shooter. Apparently Yumi was not ready for this tactic   
and she started screaming as she ran toward a back exit   
as fast as she could. Diving for her life, she barely rolled   
inside the door as the wave of junk plowed up against   
the doorway.  
     "Holy SHIT!" screamed Yumi as she got up and ran   
down the hall.   
      Diana made a bee line for the pile and started   
chucking half ton chunks of debris out of her way as she   
tried to clear the doorway to get through. "Maybe this   
wasn't a good idea after all." grunted Wonder Woman   
as she tossed an engine block out of the way with a   
hefty 'UMPH'.  
     Yumi came tearing down the hall, through a small,   
rectangular room and through another door. Tarra   
stopped the panting maid as she started to change her   
clothes.   
     "That fucking trap had better hold her!" screamed   
Yumi. "She's a lot stronger than we thought!" she added   
as she helped Tarra get undressed and slip into a skirt   
and suit.  
     "Don't worry. That pile of crap ought to slow her   
down. Just do what I told you and she's ours." Tarra   
smiled as she messed up her own hair and put on her   
glasses.  
     Wonder Woman finally moved enough of the junk to   
get through and she started jogging down the long   
hallway after the female assassin. The hallway ended at   
a small, rectangular room which was about 10 feet   
square. Stopping at the doorway, Diana suddenly   
noticed that the walls, floors and ceilings were now   
made of some kind of silver colored metal instead of   
wood. In fact the whole hallway from the main area on   
down was lined with steel and was completely out of   
place from the rest of the mill.  
     "HELP! Wonder Woman!" screamed a female voice   
from across the room. On the other side, the hallway   
continued. About 20 feet down, the masked assailant   
stood holding Tarra Rogers at gun point. Tarra was tied   
with her hands behind her back and she was a thorough   
mess. She stood shaking and crying as the hooded   
gunwoman used her as a shield.  
     "Don't come any closer or I'll blow this fucking cunt's   
head off! This hoar bitch is going to get her brains   
splattered, what little brains she has, if you try anything!   
Just stay back or lard butt here gets a new asshole!"   
Yumi screamed at Wonder Woman as she roughly   
grabbed Tarra with a choke hold and slammed her   
against the sides of the hallway as she waved the .45   
around.  
     "Do you MIND!..." hissed Tarra softly shooting   
daggers back at the maid. "You're over acting!!!..." she   
whispered.  
     "Oh... sorry..." replied Yumi apologetically.  
     "Oh, I see." said Wonder Woman taking a confident   
pose and entering the room. "I'm supposed  to   
surrender, is that it!" she added, taking another step   
forward. Looking behind the two women, she could see   
a huge, steel door which looked very locked and very   
impassable. Apparently the gun woman had boxed   
herself in and was extremely desperate.  
     "Why don't you just give me the gun and we'll all   
walk out of here together. No one needs to get hurt.   
You're obviously trapped so there's no need for this."   
calmly spoke the confident heroine.  
     "THAT'S IT! Now the bitch gets it!" screamed Yumi   
as she put the gun to Tarra's head and cocked it.   
     "You better have switched the gu..." Tarra winced.  
     CLICK  
     Tarra sighed slightly as a small tinkle of urine stained   
her panties.  
     "Oh dear. Oh my!" gasped Yumi "I-seem-to-have-  
run-out-of-bullets." she explained in an over   
exaggerated acting tone as though she were reading her   
lines off a cue card.   
     "OK, you're obviously out of bullets. Let's just put the   
gun down and relax." coaxed Wonder Woman as she   
took another step forward.  
     "Bah to you Wonder Woman! Ney, I defy YOU!" she   
cursed shaking the gun at the heroine.  
     "Ney, I defy you...???" whispered Tarra with a   
quizzical look as she sneered back at Yumi.  
     "I read it in one of my brother's comics." Yumi   
whispered back. "These heroine chicks go for it."  
     "Ney, I defy you...???" said Wonder Woman in a   
quizzical voice as she rolled her eyes at the weird line.  
     Realizing she now had the upper hand, Diana   
arrogantly started across the room and toward the   
hallway. Just as she reached the middle of the room,   
Yumi pressed a button on a remote control in her   
pocket. Immediately  two 4 inch thick steel doors came   
slamming down, closing off the exits in front of and   
behind Wonder Woman. At the same moment, the floor   
split into several panels which fell away and formed two   
steep funnels on the floor. Diana's bare, shapely legs   
slid on the cold, steel floor and each one slid into a   
separate funnel. Instantly, thick plastic seals inflated,   
pinning the avenger's legs into the holes.   
     Wonder Woman stood alone in the room, her legs   
slightly apart and  buried up to her knees in the holes.   
She immediately began to twist about, struggling to free   
her legs. The mechanism under the floor whined and   
creaked as her immense strength strained the metal.   
     Suddenly, she heard a noise, like a cable being   
released above her. With lighting reflexes, she reached   
up just in time to catch the ceiling which came dropping   
down on top of her. This was not a ceiling, however. It   
appeared to be a huge block that she was now   
supporting with her amazon strength.  
     "Well, well, well." teased Tarra as she finished   
untying herself.   
     Diana looked ahead and could see a video camera   
and mic sticking through a hole in the door that had slid   
down in front of her.   
     "I see we have our hands full now don't we?" laughed   
Tarra. "I hope that multi-ton block of concrete and steel   
isn't too heavy." she added like she was talking to a   
baby.  
     "Not as heavy as it will feel when I shove it up your   
ASS!" grunted Wonder Woman as she continued to   
push upward. She was able to support the block but it   
was close to her maximum strength level. If all she had   
to do was lift it for a few moments, she probably   
wouldn't even break a sweat but, having to hold it   
constantly was putting a severe strain on her arms. The   
block would slip down slightly forcing Wonder Woman to   
push it back up in a constant gravity tug of war.  
     "Well now, such a mouth!" replied Tarra in a   
mockingly surprised voice. "I think I have something that   
will quiet you down a bit. Certainly something that will   
bring you off your high horse."  
     In front of Diana, a two foot square panel slid away   
from under the camera hole in the door. Inside, an odd   
device similar to a small satellite dish protruded forward.   
It tilted upward and then began to glow slightly blue.   
Then, with an odd humming sound, a beam of blue,   
pulsating light shot out and hit Wonder Woman's   
shoulder.  
     Wonder Woman reeled, not in pain, but from shock   
and sexual sensation. A strange, vibrating wave of   
exhilaration ran through her shoulder and arm, sending   
wild ripples of sexual excitement through the heroine's   
straining body. If it were possible to fuck someone in the   
shoulder, this is what it would feel like, only much better.   
The surprise from the ray and the sensation were so   
quick and intense that she started to lubricate slightly   
from the blast.  
     "How do you like it? A girl's best friend. Lord   
Easystreet had it developed. Its what he calls an   
orgasmabeam." said Tarra as she watched Wonder   
Woman's reaction and bit down softly on her lower lip.  
     "Its quite simple actually, its a sonic, modulating   
beam that projects waves of ultra high frequency sound.   
The sound waves are tuned to specifically agitate and   
stimulate only a female's sexual nerve endings.   
Basically it vibrates the hell out of any nerves it hits,   
sending false sexual information to the brain. Its kind of   
like shattering a glass with sound only it works on   
specific nerves instead. It also stimulates the brain itself,   
sending specifically tuned frequencies through you that   
effect only the sexual portions of the female human's   
brain." Tarra explained as she watched Wonder Woman   
get blasted again by the beam. "Heck the things way   
better than a vibrator!"  
     "AAAGHH!"  
     "NNNUGHH!"  
     Wonder Woman rocked and swayed slowly, rolling   
her head back and around as the beam fired another   
and yet another blast into her arms, shoulders and bare   
thighs. As she moaned, the block slipped a little more,   
shaking the avenger back to reality. She tried to push   
the block away or jam it on one of its sides but, before   
she could concentrate, another blast of blue ecstasy   
shattered her efforts, striking another fresh part of her   
body.  
     "Those were non-sexual parts of your body Wonder   
Woman. Lets see how those jugs really stack up."   
exclaimed Tarra as she redirected the beam.  
     "Hera, NO!" Wonder Woman screamed as she   
stared down in panic at her cleavage. Suddenly, the   
beam hit her left breast sending it rippling and sloshing   
about as it vibrated the huge mammary.   
     "UUUUUGHH!!!!"  
     The amazon moan was animalistic and deep as the   
shear intensity of the sensation made her wet with   
excitement. The beam not only hit her square in her   
already ripened nipple, it was now blasting away in a   
steady stream, pushing the tit around like a fire hose   
pushing a huge water balloon. She twisted and gyrated   
her upper body in a futile attempt to avoid the   
devastating beam but this only heightened Tarra and   
her cohorts sexual show.  
     "Wow, what a bod!" gasped Yumi as she rubbed   
herself. "Make her wiggle some more."  
     The beam then switched to the right breast, causing   
Diana to let out a high scream as the tender breast was   
decimated by the beam's irresistible charms.  
     "Can't quit....  Hera.... Must not... surrender." Wonder   
Woman gasped out loud as she rolled her head back   
and panted away. Her satin shorts now had a noticeable   
stain as she began lubricating uncontrollably. As her   
mind spun from the beam's intensity, the block slipped   
down some more and Wonder Woman had to catch it   
with her elbows. She was now supporting the massive   
stone with her upper arms only, letting it rest slightly on   
her head.  
     "OOOWAAAA POOORRR BAAAABBBBBYYYY."   
teased Tarra as she reached around Yumi and began   
massaging the Asian's soft breasts. "Is da wittle Wondie   
Woman getting tired?" she mocked kissing Yumi's neck.   
     Both women then turned and started French kissing   
each other as the beam continued to pound the most   
erotic moans, coos and cries from the tortured avenger.   
Wonder Woman's sexual agony, and her vocal   
repertoire, were driving the two villianesses wild with   
passion. In moments, Tarra had pulled Yumi's sweater   
off and was happily sucking on her breast as the show   
continued.  
     The two women then looked each other in the eye.   
"Let's finish the bitch off." Tarra said with an evil grin.  
     "Guess what's coming next Wonder Woman?" said   
Tarra as she started to aim the dish.  
     "HERA! NO! NOT THAT!" screamed Diana as the   
beam traveled down her chest, over her stomach and   
toward the most devastating target of all. Her hips went   
wild, twisting and writhing as she tried to avoid the ever   
closing beam.  
     A long silence filled the metal room. Then, like a   
swelling, erupting volcano, Diana's scream of   
uncontrollable ecstasy exploded from her as the beam   
found its mark. There wasn't even a chance of fighting   
off the climax. The only chance she might have had was   
to slow down the wave after wave of multiple orgasms   
that pounded away at her body and mind but, she had   
already lost that opportunity. Her vagina burst from   
lubricant as her juices streamed down her legs and   
soaked her shorts. The sensation was so intense that   
she broke into tears and began sobbing as each climax   
tore her violently apart.  
     Then, a soft hissing sound started to echo through   
the room. From dozens of small jets in the walls, a pink,   
misty gas began to slowly seep in.  
     "Oh, by the way, that's Gyneform gas you hear." said   
Tarra matter of factly. "Its a special anesthetic gas   
designed by Lord Easystreet to sap a woman's strength,   
only if she climaxes. Pretty neat huh? You're perfectly   
safe, just as long as you don't cum but, I don't think you   
can avoid that."  
     Diana's looked about wildly, her panicked, tear   
stained eyes glaring with fear as she watch the gas   
slowly seep into the small room.   
     "UUGGMM, UUGGH! Can't... think... No, I won't...  
won't be BROKEN! I AM WONDER WOMAN! NO ONE   
DOES THIS TO....." she screamed defiantly as yet   
another climax blasted through her. As she came, the   
gas went to work, slowly sucking the strength from the   
surging avenger. Diana's head began to swoon and swirl   
as the anesthetic slowly took effect.  
     "NNNGHHUUU!!"  
     Another climax tore away at her. The gas sapped her   
down even more. Like a wild fire being dowsed by water,   
the gas smothered her spirit and drained her of her   
strength. Her arms began to shake, then her knees   
began to wobble. Suddenly, with a loud scream, the   
heroine dropped, bending at her knees and falling on   
her back to the floor. She was now supporting the   
impending block with just her lower arms and chest as   
she moaned and groaned from the gas's anesthetizing   
effects.  
     "She's DOWN!" screamed Tarra as she reached for   
the beam's controls. Diana's crotch and hips were now   
flat on the floor, having moved out of the beam, and the   
sex weapon was now steadily trying to make the block   
of concrete have its first sexual experience. Tarra re-  
aimed the dish and watched as the beam shot up   
between the block and Diana's spread thighs.  
     Wonder Woman was now in triple jeopardy. Not only   
was she falling asleep from the gas, but the beam was   
hitting straight between her legs and her hips were now   
pinned tight by the block. The massive stone surged up   
and down as the buxom heroine struggled under the   
mass in some desperate attempt to escape.  
     "Now to see what this thing can really do." smiled   
Tarra as she reached for the intensity control and turned   
the knob from 4 to its maximum of 10.  
     The block surged upward and froze as Diana's hips   
soared upward. The sensation was beyond pain, beyond   
sexual stimulation, beyond ecstasy. It was as though   
every muscle, every bone, every cell, every atom in her   
body was being violently gang raped all at once. She   
couldn't breathe, her eyes were streaming with tears,   
ever muscle was strained beyond their limits as she   
tightened for the horrid finale. Then, Tarra pushed her   
over the edge.  
     "And when we final have you, we're going to really   
gang bang you..."  
     "UUUUUUUUUUGGHHGHHGHGH!!!!!!!"  
     The scream echoed like a wild animal falling from a   
hunters bow as the amazon exploded from the sexual   
experience. The massive stone came crashing down as   
her absolutely devastated body collapsed in one last   
surge of resistance. With a final sigh, Wonder Woman   
was silenced, her body and will broken and beaten.  
     Ironically, the stone didn't drop more than two feet   
above the floor. It was made to stop short so it would not   
absolutely crush its victim. The metal doors opened and   
Tarra and Yumi stepped in as the block raised back up   
toward the ceiling. They stood watching in erotic   
enjoyment at the heroine's unconcious, beaten, sweaty   
and glistening body as she lay moaning and breathing   
heavily. Tarra reached down and pulled off Wonder   
Woman's belt.   
     "Now we have her for sure. Take her and strip her. I   
want her tied up nice and tight, the way she was meant   
to be." Tarra ordered as she held the belt and examined   
it like a trophy of power. "This is just the start Wonder   
Bitch, just the start. ITS PARTY TIME!"  
     *     *     *  
     Batgirl quickly sunk down behind a pile of old boards   
as she heard a tremendous crash from the other end of   
the mill. "What in God's name..." she gasped as she   
started to make her way back toward the direction   
Wonder Woman had taken. Trying to avoid any obvious   
entrances or windows, Batgirl scoured the main building,   
hoping to catch site of what was going on. "I know   
Wonder Woman is tough but, I can't help feeling   
something just went terribly wrong."  
     It had taken Batgirl at least 20 minutes to maneuver   
through the darkness as she tried to avoid the mud,   
equipment and lumber. Four inch stilettos looked great   
on her legs but were horrible in mud. She knew this but   
their erotic feel made her wear them anyway. Then, like   
a dying animal, a muffled, female scream of utter agony   
rang out from deep inside the main building.  
     "Dear God! Diana!" Barbara whispered as she   
climbed the side of the building to a second story   
landing. The second story windows were an array of   
large, cross hatched windows that stretched along the   
length of the building. Getting in was no problem seeing   
how most of the glass had been broken out by kids or   
weather.   
     She slipped into the dark upper landing and moved   
slowly behind some huge crates. Suddenly, several   
flashlights made a small dancing show of lights as a   
group of women came out of a dark doorway on the first   
floor.  
     "Tarra Rogers?!" Batgirl grunted, half knowing   
something like this was probably right up that lawyer   
bitch's alley. The arrogant blonde came strutting out,   
putting on her blouse and glasses. Behind her, two   
women in ski masks and skin tight, black outfits were   
carrying a very shapely, bound and naked body.  
     "Wonder Woman!" Batgirl gasped. Wonder Woman   
appeared to be unconscious and completely stripped   
save her tiara and red boots. Her hands were tied   
behind her back and her legs were tightly bound   
together. A thick, cloth gag was tied around her mouth,   
completely covering the bottom half of her head an   
pinning her fiery, brunette hair. The two women were   
carrying her like a carpet, one holding her by her   
shoulders while the other carried her legs.   
     "Now how the Heck did they manage that!" Batgirl   
said as she curled her lips to one side in a half smile of   
semi-surprise. "I didn't think those bimbos could count to   
two without taking their blouses off. There's got to be   
someone else involved. Someone with a wicked,   
devious mind." she mumbled as she stealthily moved   
down a wooden ladder and approached the three   
women from behind several rows of crates.  
     "Boy, for such a well built bitch, she sure is heavy."   
rasped Tasha as she and Yumi placed Wonder Woman   
on the floor to rest.   
     Batgirl removed her Bat-a-rang from her belt and   
readied it.  
     "Are you kidding, she's 90% tit." Tarra said with a   
smile as she stood over Diana and rested the point of   
her stiletto, black shoe on the avenger's huge breast.  
     Batgirl tied one of her bondage ropes to the weapon.  
     "I wonder if they're real?" asked Tasha as she leaned   
down and started poking the other breast with her finger,   
trying to find any sign of an implant.  
     Batgirl slowly stood up and raised the weapon,   
aiming it at Tarra's long legs.  
     "If they are, I want her plastic surgeon's number."   
Tarra replied in a laugh. The three women began to   
laugh maniacally as Batgirl drew back.  
     "Laugh this off you... HUMMMMBLMM!!!" Batgirl   
started to say but as she was just about to let go, an   
ether soaked handkerchief came down hard over her   
nose and mouth. The heroine dropped her Bat-a-rang   
and began twisting about wildly as the fumes forced   
themselves deep into her lungs. Her thrashing and   
screaming turned to swaying and moaning then to dull   
twisting and sighing. Then, the plucky avenger dropped   
to her knees and then the floor, her eyes rolling up into   
her head, as she was heavily chloroformed.  
     The three women had stopped laughing and watched   
Batgirl's anesthetizing. They then watched as a tall,   
sleek beauty slowly stepped over the sleeping Batgirl   
from out of the darkness.   
     "Good work Catwoman." said Tarra as she walked up   
to the feline vixen. Catwoman stood wearing a pair of   
high, six inch, black stilettos, thigh high, black, fishnet   
stockings with garters, a French cut, bikini bottom, a belt   
with various compartments, a string bikini top, arm   
length, silk gloves and her usual cat mask that looked   
like a pair of cheap, starlet 5 and dime sunglasses.  
     "Yes, my trap worked Perrrfectly." she said with a   
rolling purr as she knelt down and started stroking   
Batgirl's full, round thigh with her gloved hand. "They   
are both ours now. Lets enjoy them GRRROWL! You   
three may have Wonder Woman. I have unfinished   
business with Batgirl." she said as she pulled out some   
silk tie downs and several handkerchiefs.  
     "Yes, thank you Catwoman." said Tarra as she   
skipped back to the other girls and ordered them to pick   
the amazon up. "I know just the place." Tarra said   
slapping Diana's flat tummy as she escorted the two   
women out of the building.  
     Catwoman continued to stroke Batgirl like she was a   
long lost pet. She then flipped the heroine on her   
stomach and pulled her arms behind her back. With the   
silk tie downs, she criss-crossed Barbara's wrists and   
secured them with several knots, she then bound her   
elbows and upper arms to her chest with a few more   
long straps. Turning the young girl over, she pulled out a   
large, red ball gag and pushed it into Barbara's mouth.   
With leather straps, she secured the gag in place around   
the girl's head. Using several more silk straps, she   
meticulously secured Batgirl's legs together at her feet   
and ankles as though she were enjoying the whole   
bondage experience.  
     "Poor Barbara." sighed Catwoman as she stroked the   
girl's cheek with her hand. "I told you I would get   
revenge for you spurning my affections. I know you can   
be broken and I'm going to enjoy making you my   
number one kitten." she continued as she gently ran her   
hand between Batgirl's legs.  
     "Tom! Tabby! Morris! Get in here!" the vixen   
screamed. Three very muscular and well built   
gentlemen wearing all black outfits and black ski masks   
with their names sewn onto their chests came lumbering   
out of the darkness.   
     "Pick up our little honey and take her to the cabin   
before the chloroform wears off. I want her to wake up   
with a surprise." Catwoman ordered. The three   
henchmen eagerly picked up the bound babe and   
carried her out into the midnight darkness.  
  
  
The light began to turn from a fuzzy ball into the light   
from an over head lamp as the anesthetic slowly wore   
off. Batgirl moaned slowly as she began to regain   
consciousness. She felt like a patient in a hospital, the   
scent of the ether still heavy on her breathe and her   
body feeling dull and numb. She shook her head to wipe   
away the cobwebs and tried to sit up. Instantly she   
realized she was tied. Her hands were anchored   
together at the wrists and to some kind of bed frame.   
Her feet were apart and tied at the ankles to the base   
board of a brass bed.   
     Looking about, she began to twist in panic. She had   
been stripped but not just her suit. Her mask and wig   
were also gone. Batgirl was no more and in her place,   
only Barbara Gordon, librarian lay.  
     "HMMMMMMBLM!" she cried out from under her   
gag. A silver, silk cloth was firmly tied around her   
mouth, preventing her from crying for help. She scoured   
the room and saw she was tied to a large, king sized   
bed. The bed was in some kind of log cabin. She could   
see moonlight peeking through a window over her head   
as she tried to get an idea of where she was.   
     Suddenly a figure approached from a table across   
the room. He was very handsome, with an actors strong   
jaw and sexy hair. She could tell he was very well built   
from the physique that penetrated his black suit. He sat   
on the bed and looked Barbara over with eyes that   
almost seemed to burn through her with expectation.  
     "I see you're awake." he said softly, cupping her face   
in his large hand. "CATWOMAN!" he screamed.  
     Barbara seized in shock. "Catwoman, HERE!" she   
thought. Their break up was less than cordial and she   
remembered the feline's intense threat of absolute   
revenge. As Catwoman and the other two men entered   
the room, Barbara began to writhe about in panic,   
knowing Catwoman's demented, sexual mentality.  
     "Oh dear GOD!" thought Barbara in horror as Catwoman ran her long   
fingers slowly over her bare, soft vagina. Her hips rolled slowly upward   
and around as she tried to avoid the woman's tender touch.  
     "Perrrrfect, simply perrrrfect. You were always sooo sensitive."   
growled the vixen as she leaned over and slowly pecked Batgirl's gag   
where her lips would be. Batgirl was, of course, quite nervous at this   
point. The cool night air, the kidnapping, the bondage and being so   
helpless with no chance of escape was setting every nerve of her's on   
fire with excitement. Knowing Catwoman, she knew she was really in for   
some rough treatment. The worst part, however, was the fact that   
Catwoman knew her sexually, including her fetishes and weaknesses.  
     "Let me introduce you to my new kittens. I decided to go all out  
with   
my new gang. Tom, why don't you introduce yourself to the young lady."   
Catwoman said as she stepped aside and the huge henchman   
approached. He pulled off his ski mask revealing a well defined, surfer   
looking face with blonde hair and deep brown skin. We was very   
handsome, no, almost gorgeous. Babs had a hard time trying not to look   
into his deep blue eyes and chiselled face. He then pulled of his black   
sweater to reveal his bare chest. Barbara just stared in amazement at   
the man's rippling stomach muscles and huge, broad shoulders. He was   
absolutely incredible.   
     He then slowly pulled off his black pants and boots, stripping  
himself   
down to nothing more than a tight fitting G-String. And tight it was  
too.   
His penis was incredibly large, almost monsterous as it buldged outward   
from under the thin piece of cloth. It hung firm and tight between his  
legs   
but it was not erect. It was like some huge snake, waiting to burst out   
and strike at its victim. Barbara instinctively rolled her thighs inward  
and   
turned her hips slightly away from him as he approached.  
     "They call me Tommy the Tommy Gun." he said as he sat down and   
leaned over her with his broad chest and sleek, muscular arms. "I've   
broken a lot of women before but never a super heroine. This oughta be   
fun." he said staring deep into her eyes as he pressed his forehead to   
hers. Babs, shut her eyes and squealed slightly as he got up and walked   
over to Catwoman who promptly wrapped her arms across his wide   
shoulders and began kissing him.   
     "I'm Tabby but my stage name is Johny Logsplitter." said one of the   
other men as he approached the bound heroine. He had already stripped   
himself down most of the way while Barbara watched Tommy and   
Catwoman French kiss. He tossed his last garment to the floor and stood   
over the bed. He was almost the antithesis of Tom, having a body   
builder's huge physique. He stood flexing his enormous arms and legs,   
tightening every stomach, chest, arm and leg muscle as he stared down   
at the gapping girl. He nearly resembled Fabio but had a meaner, more   
sinister look to his eyes. Barbara moaned slightly and turned her head  
as   
she saw his crotch. His nickname was definitely true as she stared in   
horror at his enormous cock. Tommy's was long and slender but his was   
shorter and way fatter. It hung like an enormous piece of meat between   
his super tight, muscular legs.  
     "You're definitely gonna feel me, BITCH." he said as he roughly   
placed his huge hand on her bare pelvis and slid it around over her   
lower tummy. "I like 'em wiggling and ripe." he said with an evil smile.  
     The last henchman, Morris, pulled off his outfit and stood next to  
the   
bed. His physique was similar to Johny's except he was a huge, dark,   
black man. His entire body was shaved, including his head, which was   
absolutely bald. Even his legs were smooth and bare. He just grinned   
softly as his huge black hand patted her jumpy, white thigh. "Nice  
piece-  
o-meat Bitch." he said in approval as he stepped away.  
     "These three gentlemen are all ex-porn stars that I managed to bail   
out of the drink. You should feel honored my dear. There are women   
who dream of having men like this. And to think, you get to have all   
three, AT ONCE!" she hissed. "Tabby, Morris, soften up our guest while   
I get in the mood with Tom." she barked as she grabbed Tom and began   
madly kissing him.  
     Barbara began to scream wildly as the two muscle bound men   
approached and climbed on the bed. She pulled against her binds,   
twisting and kicking about as they grew closer. Roughly they began to   
put their huge hands on her bare, helpless body, stroking her, petting  
her   
thighs and hips as they gapped at the wiggling heroine before them.   
     Johny then reached up and pulled off her gag. Before she could let   
out a scream, he smothered her cry with a deep, heavy kiss. Babs   
twisted her head from side to side as she tried to avoid his mouth but  
he   
clamped his hand under her chin and held her in place as he drew a   
longer and longer kiss from her.   
     Her desperate coos and moans then turned to high shrieking as she   
felt something long and wet between her legs. Morris's tongue slid  
slowly   
between her lips as he sucked and massaged her vagina and clitoris   
with his mouth. He grabbed her full, round thighs with his enormous   
arms and clamped her rolling hips down as he forced his mouth on her.   
At the same time, Johny let go of her chin and cupped her left breast   
with his hand. It was like a huge adult playing with a small doll as he   
cupped the relatively small breast and massaged it around in huge,   
erotic circles.   
     She managed to twist her mouth free only to have him smile at her   
with an arrogant grin. She gritted her teeth in panic as he moved down   
over her chest and began cupping both breasts with his hands. Like a kid   
playing with cookie dough, he began to wildly squeeze her 36s, molding   
them and teasing them with his well skilled hands. He then barreled   
down on her and pulled her chest upward, forcing her ripe, erect nipple   
into his sucking mouth.  
     Barbara screamed in shock as he began to naw away on her bare   
breast. The sensation of her nipple and tit being heavily sucked, along   
with Morris's intense blow job was sending wild ripples of sexual   
sensation throughout Batgirl's tender body. These guys were   
professionals and she knew she had to do something before it was too   
late.  
     Then, like a pro, Johny rolled to one side of Barbara and moved   
himself out of her line of sight. Morris sat up and inched his knees  
under   
her plump rear. With one hand, he held her right thigh from underneath   
while he pulled down his g-string and pulled out his cock with the  
other.  
     "OH DEAR GOD! NO! Catwoman NO!" screamed Barbara as she   
began to twist about wildly. She watched in absolute horror as the   
muscular, black man began stroking his enormous dick with his hand to   
get it hard. It grew bigger and bigger, sending Barbara into an absolute   
frenzy. Johny worsened the situation by holding the struggling heroine   
down and forcing her head forward so she would have to watch. Morris   
then grabbed her thigh with his other hand and slowly moved his penis   
forward.  
     "NO!"  
     "NO!!"  
     "NOOOOO!"  
     "AUUUGHH! GOD!"  
     Barbara screamed in panic as she saw the tip of his penis pass by   
the mound of hair between her legs and felt it slowly part her delicate   
lips. Then, wailing and screaming, she gyrated her hips about  
frantically   
as the man's erection pushed its way deeper and deeper inside her. At   
first the going was very hard. The heroine put up an enormous amount   
of resistance but the super hard member pushed its way slowly past her   
defiant vaginal muscles at it sent waves of wild, uncontrollable   
sensations through Barbara's bare body. Barbara's screams were   
absolutely deafening as Morris moved his way deeper. She was so tight,   
so tender, so sensitive. He looked down and watched as his foot long   
organ pushed its way, like a piston, toward its target, sinking deeper  
and   
deeper into her tiny pussy.  
      "UUUGH! AHHGGHH!! GET IT OUT! GET IT....   
NNNGGGUUGGH!!"  
      Batgirl's hips thrust about wildly as his penis continued its  
agonizing   
journey. Every inch was a battle, every millimeter another erotic wave  
of   
dominating pleasure and pain. Her vagina lubricated like a broken faucet   
as the organ made its way toward her womb, disappearing bit by bit   
inside the fiery heroine. She never knew she could quaff so much. Even   
her vibrators at home weren't this big.  
     "UUUUGHH! Got to get free.... before I.... Can't let him take ME!"   
Batgirl thought as desperation flew through her mind.  
     She then began to pant an moan deeply as his hips finally pressed   
against hers and he slid is buttocks down into her lap. He had finally   
penetrated her all the way and now lay over her, his hips slowly pumping   
his huge organ in and out of her bound, defenseless body as she   
wiggled slowly under his ominous form.  
      "UUGH! God this bitch is tight... so... fucking... TIGHT!." he  
gasped   
cringing his eyes as the woman's vagina squeezed down hard on his   
member. "God, she's so... ugghghn!"   
     Barbara pushed her hips around as she clamped her muscles in a   
vain attempt at slowing Morris's progress. This was a sad mistake,   
however, as the added tightness only served to heighten the man's   
already excited state. Like an animal, he began to heavily bang Batgirl,   
pushing his cock in and out of her with increasing frequency and   
intensity.  
     "UUGH!"  
     "UUGH!"  
     "UUGH!"  
     "UUGH!"  
     Moaning with each violent thrust, the wave of sexual excitement   
began to build deep inside her. As her body was pounded by this huge   
man, Johny leaned back in and began again to suck and massage her   
tits. This time, however, he was much more ferocious, groping and   
squeezing her relentlessly as his mouth sucked hard and deep on her   
delicate breasts.  
     Faster and faster Morris pumped. Batgirl's body was slamming about   
violently now as the ex-porn star continued to quicken his pace. This   
wasn't just some sexual flaunt with Catwoman. She was being raped,   
viciously raped, and she was powerless to stop it. This was something   
she had dreaded when she became a crime fighter. Being beaten up by   
criminals was one thing but she was being taken, raped against her will   
by Catwoman's thugs. Being so helpless at the hands of her captors   
made her cry in terror. Selena had promised her revenge and now she   
fulfilling her threat.  
     "Fuck her HARDER! Bang HER!" coaxed Johny as he cheered his   
buddy on.   
     "You fucking BITCH!" screamed Morris as he forcefully slammed his   
way harder and deeper into her. Batgirl continued to pant and scream in   
sexual agony and fear as his thrusts drove her higher and higher. His   
cock was so huge, she was so helpless. Together, the sensations sent   
her spiraling upward as the relentless pumping continued.  
     Then, the heroine's hips exploded upward, tightening with every   
muscle in her body. At this point, Morris began thrusting inward,  
twisting   
his pelvis around and forcing his pelvis bone against her surging  
clitoris   
as he devilishly sent incredible waves of sensations shooting through   
her. Her teeth gritted. Her breathing stopped. Her eyes clenched shut as   
the climatic wave built inside her. Its pressure grew, expanding past  
her   
will, past her control. She was like an ant at the foot of a huge  
tsunami.   
So weak, so powerless. Every nerve, every muscle began to explode   
with excitement. Then...  
     "AAAAAAUAUUAUUAUAUAUUUUGHGHGHGHGGH!!!!!"  
     Her scream was that of utter sexual domination. Like the death   
throws of some wild animal, Batgirl bucked and thrust about horribly as   
the overpowering climax sent her spiraling down in defeat. At that   
moment, Morris grabbed the girl's ripe ass and squeezed it hard as he   
tightened his body. Gritting and hissing he shook and thrust as his   
climax overwhelmed him.  
      "SHSSSSSSSHHHHHHHIIIIITTTTTT!!!!!"  
      He screamed as he exploded inside his victim. His pelvis continued   
to pump away slow and deep as he discharged heavily inside the young   
heroine. Batgirl was now panting and moaning loudly as the first rape   
tore her mind and body apart. Her rest was only momentary, however,   
as Johny's words shattered her serenity and made her freeze in shock.  
     "Its my turn now." he said as he let Morris slowly retract his  
soaking   
penis and he moved into place.  
     *     *     *  
     The bedroom door burst open and the three women carried Wonder   
Woman under their arms and into the room. Wonder Woman had   
revived from the ether and was busy struggling against her bonds and   
her captors. They carried her gyrating body across the room and tossed   
her haphazardly on the bed. Then with a flurry, the three women secured   
Diana to the bed. They untied her legs and resecured each limb to a   
separate bed post with a pair of extended chain handcuffs. Her hands   
were untied from around her waist and her bound arms were swung up   
over her head and tied to the headboard. The three ladies then climbed   
off the bed and stood as they watched Wonder Woman twist about   
erotically on the bed in a vain attempt at freeing herself.  
     The female hoodlums stood for a short while admiring their handy   
work. Then, with a girlish giggle, they began to strip. All three ladies   
removed their outfits and laughed as they watched Diana's reaction.   
Diana was unsure of what was to come. She thought they were just   
going to leave her bound and gagged on the bed like all the villains did   
but the three naked approaching women told her otherwise.  
     The three vixens began to moan and sigh heavily now as they started   
moving closer toward the now twisting Wonder Woman. There hands   
started sliding forcefully over her body, groping and massaging her   
breasts and legs as the three nymphs started to moan louder and louder.   
Tarra then reached up and removed Diana's gag. The heroine let out a   
snarl of fiery resistance.  
     "How DARE YOU! I demand to be released at ONCE! You women   
are all sick, I can help you if you just let me go." Wonder Woman stated   
arrogantly as she tried her usually rhetoric on the three villainesses.  
     BLAMM!  
     "Ah shut up ya CUNT!" screamed Tasha as she punched Wonder   
Woman across the face.  
     "Yeah, you bitch. Shut the fuck UP!" Yumi screamed sending her fist   
hard into Wonder Woman's muscular stomach.   
     The two women then began smacking and slapping the heroine in a   
horrific frenzy. Wave after wave of punches rained down on the prone   
and helpless avenger as the two vixens relentlessly beat her.   
     "You think you're so hot with these tits! Well, take THIS!"  
screamed   
Tasha as she punched her fist as hard as she could square into Diana's   
left breast. Diana's breasts were very firm and hard. Even after 5 or 6   
blows, Tasha was only able to sink her fist in halfway to her wrist.  
      Yumi then straddled the amazon and began smacking the woman   
across the face like some wild slapping machine, alternating hands as   
she sent the heroine's head back and forth. Diana looked like a  
spectator   
at a tennis match as her head rocked from side to side. Her brunette  
hair   
sprayed about angrily like sloshing, black paint in a rocking bucket.  
     The two women then sat back and stood over the panting and now   
stunned amazon. "That should shut your mouth!" smugly barked Yumi   
as she spit on the moaning heroine. She then leaned into Diana and   
grabbed her heaving tits.  
     "UUUGH! No... more..." moaned Wonder Woman. "Can't you see   
you all need psychiatric help. Please let me help you..." The avenger   
pleaded half-groggily.  
     "I know, that rope of hers. Get it." Tarra ordered. Yumi got up and   
quickly returned with the golden lasso. Tarra grabbed the rope and   
wrapped it around Diana's waist. The overwhelming sensation of the   
magical item sent her body rolling up and around as her mind was taken   
over by the lasso's effects.  
     "Now, from what I understand, you have to obey us and do what we   
tell you." asked Tarra as she held the rope tight around Diana's waist.  
     "Ye...yes... I must obey...." stammered the avenger as the words   
were forced from her.  
     "Good, first, no more speeches! COMPRENDEE!" screamed Tarra   
between her teeth.  
     "Yes..."  
     "Yes what!.."  
     "Yes.....mistress." replied Wonder Woman.  
     "Now shut up until we tell you to talk."  
     "I can't believe we fucking have Wonder Woman!" gasped Yumi as   
she softly groped Diana's 40 DD breasts.   
     "Yeh! And that's gotta be worth something." said Tarra as she  
looked   
at the other three women and began to smile as a wicked thought came   
to mind. "I'll be right back." she said with a giddy chuckle as she  
quickly   
strutted out of the room. Moments later, she arrived with a tripod and   
video camera.  
     "OOOO! Yes!" exclaimed Tasha as she got up and helped set up the   
AV equipment. "Do you know what a movie about Wonder Woman   
being GANG BANGED would be worth, especially by three babes like   
US!" Tarra said laughing as she turned the camera on.  
     "Dear Hera! YOU CAN'T" screamed Wonder Woman as she saw the   
little red light come on.   
     "Villains aren't supposed to do this." Diana thought. "They just  
tie you   
up and tell you their plans. THIS ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" she   
thought in terror.  
     "No... UUMMPH!... NO!" cried Diana as the women started again to   
grope her. Her enormous breasts sloshed about uncontrollably as the   
three women's' hands caressed and stroked her naked body. They were   
growing more turned on by the second and Diana began to grit her teeth   
in panic at their obviously growing passion.   
     "Oh God!" screamed Tasha as she leaned in and started kissing   
Diana's upper chest and face wildly. The three began going crazy,   
kissing and massaging Wonder Woman like a pack of animals in a   
feeding frenzy.   
     "Oh you Bitch!" screamed Tasha. "OOOHHHH!!" she screamed   
again as she masturbated herself while she stroked Diana. Then, like a   
wild woman, she swung her leg over Diana's chest and straddle Diana's   
face with her thighs and hips.   
     "Suck me you Bitch! Suck ME!" she screamed as she grabbed Diana   
hard by her hair and slid her vagina down over the amazon's gasping,   
horrified face. Wonder Woman surged and rolled about as Tasha began   
thrusting her hips back and forth, wiping her vagina over Diana's   
beautiful face and forcing the heroine's mouth into her wet, dripping   
cunt. As she did this, Tasha started masturbating herself, rubbing her   
own clitoris and massaging her own breasts as she forced herself on   
Diana. The lasso compelled Diana to obey and the amazon began to lick   
the woman's pussy as she was forced to pleasure her rapist.  
     "HUMMMBBLLLM! NNNNGHMM! NNNMMBBLM!" Diana screamed   
in shock and disgust as the nymph's heavily lubricating vagina was   
forcefully wiped across her face and mouth. Diana's body continued to   
surge about, clenching and pulling at her reins as she fought to resist  
the   
disgusting act.  
     With a loud slap, Yumi whacked her hand across Diana's left breast   
sending a jello like wave rippling through the enormous mammary. Then   
with animalistic ferocity, Yumi grabbed both breasts with each hand and   
squeezed them hard, long and mercilessly like a child plowing her hands   
into two piles of soft, wet clay.  With utter abandonment, Yumi began   
massaging the enormous tits, sculpting them into plump, erotic canyons   
of mountainous flesh as she pushed the large breasts about. First apart,   
then together, then forward against Tasha's ass. Round and round her   
hands went sloshing the avenger's breasts like huge slabs of jello.  
Then,   
like a hungry vampire, she dove in and sucked Diana's bare, ripe nipple   
deep into her mouth. With an angry bite she began sucking wildly on the   
defenseless tit in some vain attempt at milking it dry.  
     Diana's chest rolled and twisted wildly as her breasts were  
accosted.   
The pain, the sensations, the brutality were sending waves of shear   
panic through Wonder Woman's mind and she began struggling violently   
to get free, knowing that something worse was yet to come.  
     No sooner had the thought entered her mind than Tarra began sliding   
her hand along the inside if Diana's thigh. "Oh you're such a hot Bitch   
aren't you!" said Tarra teasingly. Then, with a vulgar sweep, she slid  
her   
hand over Diana's shaven, bare vagina and ran her long fingers between   
the avengers lips. "So hot and so Fucking WET!" she screamed as she   
began wildly rubbing her hands all over Diana's cunt.  
     Wonder Woman let out a ferocious scream as she felt her crotch   
being violated. Her hips bucked about wildly as the woman's brutality   
and forcefulness sent chills and waves of uncontrollable eroticism   
through the amazon's panicked mind. So helpless, so out of control.    
She was being raped. RAPED! This can't happen. Her mind raced with   
these thoughts and the horror and totality of her predicament grew more   
intense with each moment.  
     "Oh Yes, That's it Bitch! MMMMMMGGGLM!" Tarra leaned in and   
began blowing Diana's gyrating pussy, driving the amazon wild with fear   
and sexual sensation. Her mouth plowed deep and mercilessly into   
Diana, her lips sucking and oscillating like someone sucking spilled  
milk   
off a table top. Diana's moans and screams of defiance continued   
sounding out from under the frantically thrusting brunette as Diana's   
vagina was viciously violated by this woman's devilish mouth.  
     Tasha continued sliding herself over Diana's face, pulling Diana's  
hair   
as she rode the buxom avenger like a rodeo cowboy breaking a wild filly.   
The sensations pounded into her by her three rapists were driving Diana   
mad causing the woman to cry out uncontrollably from under Tasha. "Oh   
Dear HERA! No... NOT THIS!... NOT THIS!" she screamed in a muffled   
voice that was drowned out by the young girl's soaking wet cunt.  
     Yumi sucked hard and pulled her head upward as she stretched the   
large fleshy mass of Diana's right breast as hard as she could. With  
both   
hands she clamped down on the gland and squeezed it as though she   
were trying to force the last drop of toothpaste out of its tube. Then,   
violently, she plowed her face back down into Diana's surging chest,   
burying her cheeks into the center of the huge tit. She then rose up and   
grabbed the two tits with each hand and started giving them another   
violent round of intense massaging.  
     With her fingers, Tarra began feverishly teasing and pinching  
Diana's   
exposed clitoris. Her fingers pressed and pulled, flicked and rubbed   
sending Wonder Woman's hips pounding about and twisting from side to   
side like a fish flopping on a dry beach. Diana was frantic now and her   
body was violently squirming about and gyrating as the vicious and   
merciless gang rape continued.  
     "Oh I bet you want some more don't you. I bet you're a big, naughty   
slut?" teased Tarra as she let up slightly and reached over to the side  
of   
the bed. From a bag, she pulled out a long red vibrator and held it   
ominously over Wonder Woman's thrusting hips. "I bet you love doing   
this dirty shit don't you?" she said petting Diana's pussy like it was  
some   
whimpering dog. "Do you want a little of this? HUUHH? Do you want   
THIS?!" she said with a sarcastic force as she callously pushed the  
dildo   
into the unsuspecting heroine.  
     Diana froze in shear terror, knowing instantly what the crude   
implement was that was being forced upon her. She tightened up and   
surged upward as she fought to resist its advance. Tarra continued to   
push hard, inching it slowly and deeply into Wonder Woman's tight,   
defiant pussy. With her tongue, Tarra licked and teased Wonder   
Woman's protruding clitoris, forcing the avenger to loose control of her   
vaginal muscles and weakening her already depleted resistance. The   
dildo moved ever deeper, making Diana moan and roll about in shear   
sexual agony.   
     Then, with a deep, heavy "UUUUUUUUUGHHH!" Wonder Woman's   
hips collapsed to the bed as the implement reached its deepest   
insertion. Instantly she began writhing and bucking about like a wild,   
trapped animal. She was frantic, desperate and the three ladies knew it.   
Violently, wildly she tossed and turned trying to fight for freedom.   
     Tasha had to grab Diana with both hands, almost being thrown off   
the wild filly by the avengers tantrum of desperation. Yumi bore down on   
the heroine as well, clamping her arm around Diana's full chest as she   
increased her sucking to a vicious, merciless pace.  
     Tarra pulled the vibrator back hard and the tightness caused it to   
come back slowly. Then, with an intense effort she forced it back in,  
then   
back out, then back in. Over and over she plunged it in and out of   
Diana's defenseless vagina. Like a piston, the vibrator pumped Wonder   
Woman higher and higher towards uncontrollable sexual devastation.  
     "You ARE a naughty BITCH aren't YOU!" screamed Tasha as she   
slapped Diana's stomach as hard as she could and continued pumping   
the vibrator in and out of the heroine. "Tell me you're a bad girl. Tell  
me   
you need to be FUCKED. I order you!"  
     "I.... I'm a ... bad girl! Sooo bad. I need to be fucked. Teach me  
a   
lesson. FUCK MEEE!" Diana cried out from under Tasha's impending   
pussy. The order to say those things sent Wonder Woman into a spiral   
of total humiliation. To have to beg to be raped by your enemy, this was   
humiliating.  
     "Oh Yes, so BAD!" agreed Yumi as she switched breasts and started   
in on the other one.  
      "SUCK ME CUNT! SUCK ME!" screamed Tasha again and again as   
Diana's forced oral sex brought the young girl ever closer to climax.   
Then, like a crazy woman, Tasha grabbed Diana with both hands and   
shook the avenger's head frantically. "LICK ME CLEAN! LICK IT! LICK   
IT BITCH!" she ordered forcing Diana's mouth even deeper into her.   
Diana was compelled to obey and increased her licking, sucking and   
swallowing of the girl's juices as she was taken.  
     "Oh you're so BIG! Look how big that cunt is!" Tarra teased as she   
began twisting and rotating the vibrator in ever widening circles inside   
Diana's vagina. The amazon began wailing in sensation as the woman   
viciously bent and deformed the dildo inside her. "Oh yeah, so big. I  
bet   
I could fit two of these in there." she added. No sooner had the words  
hit   
Diana's ears than the second dildo began tunneling its way underneath   
the first.   
  
  
  
     Wonder Woman went absolutely insane. Her hips started convulsing   
wildly, pounding the king sized bed with each violent thrust. The whole   
bed shook and rocked as the amazon princess was deeply and horribly   
penetrated by the two vibrators. At this point Diana's muffled screams   
turned to crying wails of desperate agony. The sensations were too   
much, too overpowering. She was so helpless at the hands of such   
uncontrollable sexual violence. They were raping her. Pounding her.   
Tearing away every part of her decency and dignity. Crying and scream   
she fought to resist what she could never hope to abate.   
     The climatic wave soared higher and higher as she tightened like a   
swelling balloon. The three nymphs knew victory was growing near and   
stepped up their brutal onslaught. Squeezing, pinching, teasing,   
masturbating; every part, every erotic nerve was stimulated beyond   
comprehension. Diana Prince surged upward one last time in a final   
death throw of sexual defiance.  
     "NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!! UUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!  
     The scream would have echoed throughout the island but, the cabin   
they were in was well isolated. Wonder Woman's violent rape went   
unheard and unnoticed by the remaining guests. All alone, Diana was   
trapped in a living hell and she was absolutely powerless to stop her   
violation.  
     The three nymph's didn't stop, however. With callous disregard they   
continued their ruthless onslaught of Wonder Woman's virtue. No time   
to think, no time to catch her breathe, Diana screamed in shear terror.   
"HERA, NO! ... Multiple orgas....UUUGHHH!!" Her fear was realized as   
the constant sexual attacks forced another and another and yet another   
climax from the costumed avenger. For what seemed like an eternity,   
Diana's firm, muscular body soared and stiffened, bursting with wave   
after wave of overwhelming sexual bliss.  
     Diana's hips then collapsed in utter defeat as the women continued   
accosting the amazon with total abandonment. Tasha, growing near,   
stepped up her strokes, sliding her cunt harder and harder over Diana's   
mouth and face. Then, seizing up, Tasha rose slightly and began   
masturbating herself as her body tightened.  
     "AAAAAAGHGHHG!!!"   
     The girl screamed wildly as she climaxed long and deep. Her body   
convulsed as the orgasm claimed her and she began thrusting her   
vaginal muscles in reaction. A thick stream of female cum oozed out   
into Diana's mouth and into her face as the young girl began lubricating   
uncontrollably. She then slid her cunt back down onto Diana's face and   
began wiping her juices all over the amazon. "Lick me clean. Swallow it   
all." gasped Tasha as she sprayed herself on Diana. The amazon   
obeyed, licking and swallowing the girl's discharge without hesitation.  
     "Let me try." cried Yumi as she pulled the dazed brunette off of  
Diana   
and slid into her place. Diana, realizing a new girl was over her began  
to   
thrash her head about again trying to resist Yumi's black hared vagina.   
This was absolutely futile, however, as the young minx easily slid her   
crotch into place and began forcing Diana to perform the same horrid act   
on her.  
     "Did you like that hoar? I bet that took the spunk out of you."  
Tarra   
said as she pulled out the two vibrators and began licking them clean   
like a little girl sucking on a ice-pop. Then, with her right hand, she   
plunged all four fingers into Diana's soar, swollen pussy and slid her   
hand about like she was molding the inside of a soft, clay pot. In huge,   
circular motions, she reamed Diana's vagina with her hand, sliding it   
around the inside of her cunt like it was a vase. "OH YES, You're a   
fucking naughty BITCH! You like being fucked by big things. That's why   
your cunt is so BIG!" she continued taunting Diana with as much crude   
language as she could.  
     Diana surged and writhed about in shear agony as the woman   
continued her brutal, finger exploration. "How's about this for size   
CUNT!" Tarra screamed as she withdrew her hand and pushed her fist   
into the frantic amazon. Using her knuckles and twisting her wrist,  
Tarra   
began burrowing her hand into Diana's much too small vagina. Wonder   
Woman retaliated by convulsing uncontrollable in a wild display of   
desperate resistance. Both Tarra and Yumi had to clamp their bodies   
down onto the violently bucking heroine to slow her struggling. The   
amazon's screams turned into crying sobs and wailing moans as the   
young girl mercilessly penetrated Diana with her twisting fist. Her hand   
didn't go in all the way. Instead, her knuckles rode around between   
Wonder Woman's lips as the girl twisted and rotated her fist trying to   
burrow it deeper into the frantic amazon.  
     As the two women continued raping Wonder Woman, Tasha   
staggered over to a dresser and pulled out a special leather belt. The   
belt was the harness for a strap on dildo and she wasted no time  
affixing   
the biggest dildo she could find to the front. The belt also had a brace   
that attached to another didlo that she slid inside herself. As the   
mounted one moved, her dildo would move as well, echoing the motions   
of the first. She mounted the belt and walked back toward the mountain   
of women on the bed. She tapped Tarra on the shoulders and the blonde   
moved aside.  
     Grabbing Diana's knees, she pushed the amazon's long legs forward   
until her thighs were perpendicular with her pelvis. Tasha then hung   
Diana's knees over her shoulders and slid her vibrator toward its  
target.   
With a few positioning shifts of her hips, Tasha aimed her weapon and...  
     "NNNNNNNNGGHHHUUUUGHH!!"  
     Wonder Woman exploded upward as the head of the dildo punched   
its way past her sore and swollen lips and deep into her aching cunt.  
For   
several seconds Tasha twisted and turned her hips as she brutal sent the   
dominating toy deeper toward its ripe target. After about a minute of   
agonizing penetration, Tasha's hips met Diana's jiggling buttocks as the   
dildo was fully inserted inside the amazon.  
     The three women then went to town. Yumi continued riding Wonder   
Woman's face, forcing her to lick and suck while Tarra grabbed the   
princess's huge mammaries and feasted on her enormous endowment.   
Tasha was merciless as she twisted and shoved, pumped and pushed.   
The amazon's hip reactions sent erotic waves through her dildo, into the   
belt and into the dildo inside Tasha. The three women and the super   
heroine formed a mountainous mass of erotic female flesh as Wonder   
Woman's brutally gang banged body surged about helplessly under the   
vixens' hellish onslaught. Then with another lunge of desperation,   
Diana's hips shot upward and collapsed in another horrific series of   
climaxes.  
     Seeing Tasha, Tarra got up and grabbed a belt for herself. "Lets  
give   
her our specialty." grinned Tasha as she helped Tarra with her strap on.   
"Yes, the bitch tamer." Tarra grinned giving Tasha a wet, French kiss.  
     Yumi screamed wildly as she too climaxed over Diana. She   
dismounted and the three women sat on the bed watching the buxom   
heroine moaning and groaning from the horribly devastating experience.   
Uncuffing her feet, Tasha remove Diana's leg cuffs and the three women   
turned Wonder Woman on her stomach. As they did this, Tarra slid   
along side Diana and let the two girls roll the amazon over on top of  
her.   
Diana now lay on her stomach draped over Tarra, her arms tied and   
stretched out over her head and her legs laying lifeless to either side  
of   
Tarra's hips. Diana's eyes were heavy and foggy and she stared down in   
a glassy haze at Tarra with her mouth hanging open dull and wide as   
she gasped slowly. Tarra grabbed Diana by the back of the head and   
began French kissing the woman madly.  
     "Poor, sweet Wonder Woman. Farewell" softly whispered Tarra in   
Diana's ear.  At that moment, Yumi grabbed Tarra's mounted dildo and   
helped guide it into Diana's bare vagina. Wonder Woman reeled her   
head back as the fat implement penetrated her and pushed its way ever   
deeper inside her. Tarra grabbed the writhing heroine by her full, plump   
ass and cupped each buttock as she pushed her didlo in and out of   
Wonder Woman.  
     At that moment, the giddy brunette slapped Diana's jiggling ass and   
slid herself between the avenger's legs. Using her hands to part the   
amazon's large cheeks, she carefully aimed her devastating toy and   
plunged it hard into Diana's unsuspecting anus.  
     "UUUUGH! NO! HERA, Get it OUT! GET IT OUT! STOP!....." Diana   
screamed feverishly as Tasha pushed the dildo slowly past her defiant   
anal muscles and deeper into her ass. Diana twisted wildly as she tried   
to escape the penetration. As she raised her hips, Tasha pushed her rear   
back down with increasing pressure from the dildo. Wonder Woman was   
nothing more than a flailing, helpless piece of she-meat in a diabolic   
lesbian sandwich of sexual torture and her struggling only added to   
everyone's sexual excitement. (I can't believe I just wrote that :))  
     The three women and the heroine began wrestling each other as   
Diana tried to free herself and her tormentors tried to keep her in  
place.   
Diana panted and breathed like a chugging steam train as both women   
continued pounding her down. Then, suddenly, Tasha's body jerked   
downward as her hips dropped several inches. Tasha's dildo had   
succeeded in overcoming the avenger's resistance and it sank fast and   
deep into the mountainous rear. Wonder Woman's head shot straight up   
and her eyes bulged out in an unholy expression of absolute, sensual   
overload as the dildo slipped inside. No scream, no shriek, no cry for   
help. Her teeth clenched and her body shook as she lost all control of   
her mind and her body. The climax was horrendous. It blasted through   
her like a hurricane in a wind tunnel and the light faded from her sight  
as   
she passed out from the devastation.  
     *     *     *  
     "GGLLMM...NOO!!!" screamed Batgirl.  
     The king sized bed was shaking violently now as all three men   
enjoyed their captured prize. Johny was on his back, his huge arms   
clapped around Batgirl's reddened, tender breasts and using them to pin   
her. Johny's enormous cock was slowly burrowing its way deep into   
Barbara's anus as the young heroine tried to wiggle her hips free.   
Tommy was on top of the struggling heroine, his penis slowly pushing its   
was deep into her sore vagina as he mounted her rolling hips from on   
top. Morris was kneeling over Batgirl's face. His hands clamping her   
head still as his cock moved past her lips and down her rasping throat.  
     "MMMM... I just love it when you're penetrated." teased Catwoman   
as she sat on the bed and watch the erotic spectacle. "I want you   
gentlemen to all climax at once. She needs to be fucked good and I   
want every part of her inseminated." purred Catwoman as she started to   
slowly masturbate herself. The villainess had stripped herself and was   
now completely naked as she sat entertaining herself on the bed.  
     "OH GOD... NO! NO!... GOD..." Barbara cried out in her thoughts as   
the enormous men moved deeper inside her plucky, little body. Each   
cock sank deeper and deeper, disappearing slowly into their respective   
orifices. The men were grimacing in pain as their members were   
squeezed so tightly into the young girl's tight body.  
     It took nearly 10 minutes of agonizing penetration before the three   
studs were completely inside Batgirl. Then the pumping began. Brutal,   
intense, relentless and merciless. The poor girl's body was nothing but  
a   
fragile doll at the hands of three huge gorillas as she was gang banged.   
Her legs flailed about, her body twisted in terror. Three enormous cocks   
so deep inside her. She was absolutely helpless and wild sexual   
sensations raced through her erotically tortured mind, blotting out all   
possible coherent thought.  
     The three then began to seize. There massive, muscular bodies   
tightened and shook as they grew closer toward the devastating climax.   
Batgirl was beyond climaxing. Her body was in a constant state of   
climaxing as wave after wave of multiple orgasms continued to tear her   
will violently apart. Her body was nothing more than a bucking,   
convulsing female form as the men's insertions continued to blast her   
down.  
     After another few minutes, the gang tightened ever upward, pushing   
Barbara's flailing body along with the unified orgasm. She screamed,   
she cried, she groped and clawed. Nothing could stop them, nothing   
could save her....  
      "AAAGHHGGGHGHGHG!!!"  
      "NNNNGHGHGHGH!!!!!!"  
      "GGGAAWWWWWWGGHHHH!!!"  
     All three rapists exploded at once causing them to pump away madly   
into the heroine's taken body. They grabbed and pinned her struggling   
form as they pumped and forced every drop of their unwelcome   
manhood deep into her helpless anus, vagina and mouth. For several   
agonizing minutes, all Barbara could do was thrash about slowly as she   
was forced to swallow huge amounts of Morris's discharge. The semi-  
white fluid came out between her soft, red lips and trickled slowly down   
her chin and over her cheeks. The other two men were deeply coming   
as well. Her anus began to ooze cum as Johny's cock filled her ass with   
his fluid. Tommy's discharge pumped deep into Barbara's unprotected   
womb and her brown muff became soaked with sweat, lubricant and   
cum. The three enjoyed their rape-fest, wildly banging Batgirl as the   
finished their climax.  
     After about 10 minutes, the three moved aside and let Catwoman in.   
The vixen had put on a belt with a strap on dildo and she slid her legs   
between Barbara's as she moved in on top of the panting heroine.  
     "UUGH! NO... God No.. please, I beg you... Stop pleeeeaassseee.."   
Barbara cried, her tears streaming down her face as her beaten and   
raped body lay helpless under Catwoman's sexually turned on form.  
     "Not on your life sweat cheeks. You left me. Nobody does that.   
Hssssss." The cat hissed as she moved the fat dildo into place an   
plunged it into Barbara's soar and widened cunt. Batgirl's head rolled   
back in sexual agony as she was again penetrated. The fiery cat twisted   
and pushed her implement forward, relentlessly pounding it deep into   
Batgirl's pussy.   
     As she did this, Catwoman began to pant wildly in erotic pleasure.   
She was raping her ex-lover and her nemesis, she was taking the   
woman that had scorned her. A woman that was an icon, a symbol of   
purity and decency. Dominating, relentlessly dominating the only woman   
that had ever beaten her. This bitch had to be taught a lesson and   
Catwoman was nearly frantic from sexual bliss knowing she was finally   
going to put the great Batgirl in her place, once and for all.  
     Both women were panting and screaming wildly as their female union   
continued to grow closer and closer. Batgirl was utterly devastated.  
This   
woman loved her, cared for her and now this feline vixen was brutally   
raping her. It wasn't a matter of love or relationships anymore, this   
villainess was out to totally and horrificly dominate Batgirl and the   
avenger now knew the line had been crossed. Catwoman had turned   
back into the old enemy she had fought so many times before. This   
time, the horror of being totally dominated removed any thought she had   
that she would get a chance to face her ex-lover again as heroine and   
villainess. She was losing. BADLY.  
     Yumi was now on top of Wonder Woman, riding the frantic brunette   
as she plunged her strap on dildo in and out of the restrained amazon.   
Diana continued to shriek and cry out as the Asian pounded her will   
away. For some reason Tarra and Tasha had left Yumi to alone   
entertain Diana, saying they would be back. The heroine had tried   
several times to escape but her hands were bound too tightly and the   
effects of the orgasma beam, the anesthetics and being raped had taken   
much of her energy.  
     Suddenly, the door to the cabin opened and a group of women   
entered. Tarra and Tasha walked in escorted by... "HERA! NO!" gasped   
Wonder Woman as Victoria Madison and her two cohorts Nic and Nac   
arrogantly entered the room.  
     "Well, I had to see it to believe it. The great Wonder Woman, all   
truss up like a sausage." grinned Victoria as she sat on the bed and   
grabbed Diana hard by the chin. "You and your little friend Bat-cunt   
thought you were cute doing those things to me. Well, its payback time   
BITCH!... Hey wait a minute!" she growled looking back at Tarra with a   
suspect expression.  
     "What is this! This ain't Wonder Woman. Its that busy-body Diana   
Prince." she hissed pushing Diana head to one side. Suddenly, a wave   
of silence washed over the room as all six women stared at each other   
with growing expressions of realization. Like cash registers they all  
rang   
up $ALE at the same time.  
     "NO!.... UUUGH! NO!" Diana screamed as the six women loomed   
over her.   
     "Well, well. We now know the great Wonder Woman's secret   
identity." gasped Tarra clapping her hands in absolute joy. "Its party   
TIME!" she screamed. With that, all six women piled on top of the now   
frantically screaming heroine and started again to pulverize her virtue   
straight to the bottom of her already humiliated soul.  
     *     *     *  
     Batgirl screamed again and again. She came. She exploded. She   
burst from shear sexual agony. Catwoman screamed with her, slamming   
her wide hips hard and deep into the young heroine's already tortured   
lap. The vixen was relentless, uncaring, cold and brutal. She was a true   
she-cat in every sense of the word and the scratches across Batgirl's   
chest, legs and face proved it.   
     Then, with one last forceful plunge, Selena nearly lifted Batgirl  
off the   
bed as both women soared toward overwhelming bliss. Barbara's tear   
stained eyes shot open, her fists clenched in agony so hard her nails   
drove themselves into her palms. Her body seized like a cattle-prodded   
heifer, then, she exploded like a cannon. She collapsed without a sound   
to the bed, her glaring eyes slowly closing as the climax sucked away   
the last of her resistance.  
     Catwoman panted and huffed as she leaned back and grabbed   
Batgirl's chin with her hand. Running her index finger over the young   
girl's wet, cum stained lips, she sprouted a devious smile.   
     "She's mine. MINE! The great Batgirl has finally been DEFEATED!"   
Catwoman screamed jumping off the bed and throwing her arms around   
her male kittens. "Quick boys, before she comes out of it, fuck her till   
you're dry!"  
     With that order, the three hulks climbed back onto the bed and  
began   
again to gang bang the now delirious and dominated avenger.  
     *     *     *  
     "Quick, bring it over here. Put it on the bed between her legs."  
order   
Victoria as Nic walked in with a black, box. She set the Black-n-Decker   
paint sprayer box on the bed and the two women proceeded to open it   
and put it together.  
     It had been nearly three horrific hours since Victoria showed up.   
Diana lay bruised, beaten and utterly devastated on the bed, tied spread   
eagle and gagged with somebody's long ago discarded underpants. Her   
lasso still kept her in check and a small part of her wished she had   
burned the damn thing years ago. The other women had satiated   
themselves and had set about drinking wine, tequila or anything else   
they could find in the liquor cabinet. Victoria had other plans,  
however,   
plans that involved lots of revenge.  
     Nic had put the paint sprayer's pump together and she callously   
chucked the sprayer off to the other side of the room. The pump was all   
they wanted. Taking the hose, which was about an inch in diameter,   
Victoria pushed it hard and deep into Diana's immensely sore vagina.   
After pushing it a few inches inside, she gave Diana a small love tap on   
the belly and looked up at the slightly panicked avenger.   
     Diana's tears had all but soaked her face. Her hair was greasy and   
slick from the huge amounts of female lubricant that was spread over   
her face and head from the hours of forced oral sex she was compelled   
to perform by her lasso. Her breasts were puffy and lifeless. They lay   
beaten and pounded like two over kneaded lumps of dough on her   
bruised and scratched chest. Her stomach, arms, chest and legs were   
covered with lumps and bruises from the hours of gang raping. Her   
vagina was dripping and now lay with a long, clear plastic tube running   
deep inside. The worst part was her rear. She had been brutally back   
holed. Her anus had been stretched and spread by every conceivable   
implement the women could find. She had never been widened so badly   
and the curled opening lay spread and oozing with female lubricant.  
     "What shall we try first?" asked Victoria of Nic like she was a  
bimbo   
cheerleader. "I know, how about some pudding?" replied Nic. "MMMM   
Yummy." said Victoria with a sarcastic smile as she got up, rubbed her   
tummy teasingly and smiled at Diana as she went into the kitchen.   
"Everyone loves Jello." She quickly appeared with several six pack   
tubettes of Jello pudding. Both women started opening the containers   
and scooping their contents into the pump's paint reservoir.   
     Diana watch in horror and began to slowly slid her legs around in  
an   
absolute vain attempt at escaping as she watched the two fill the   
reservoir.  
     "Here we go." grinned Victoria as she flipped on the switched and   
watched the machine. The pump hummed like a huge fish tank, air   
pump sending tiny vibrations through the bed as it slowly chugged away   
at the pudding. Then, the clear plastic tube began to slowly fill with  
the   
brown fluid. The fluid rose slowly through the tube toward Diana,  
twisting   
and twirling along its path like a super slow roller coaster. Diana  
began   
to panic, twisting her head from side to side as her dark, sunken eyes   
stared in desperation at the pudding's approach. Then, with a slight  
gasp   
from the amazon, Wonder Woman watched in terror as the fluid reached   
her and disappeared inside.  
      Suddenly, Diana began to surge and roll her hips around slowly.  
The   
pudding just kept coming. The pump pushed more and more of the   
brown goo inside her but where was it going? Diana then felt herself   
getting cold. The pudding had been refrigerated and it was send   
incredibly odd chills through her from inside.  
     "My, you're deep." teased Victoria as both women emptied more and   
more of the pudding packets into the pump. After two minutes of slow   
pumping, a small flood of warm, brown goo poured like a river in slow   
motion from around the tube.  
     "My God....That was 8 tubs. Enough servings for an entire family."   
sarcastically teased Victoria as she watched Diana ooze out onto the   
bed. "Now what?"  
     "Milk! Milk goes great with pudding." Nic said getting up and  
racing   
for the kitchen. She returned with a gallon of Vitamin D. Diana stared  
at   
the jug and shook her head violently "NO!". Nic started to poor the  
milk.  
     *     *     *  
     The sound of zippers being pulled shut echoed through the cabin as   
Catwoman finished pulling up the last large ring on Batgirl's new suit.   
Batgirl was zipped into a huge, black vinyl body glove. The suit hugged   
her like a super tight second skin and she resembled a black statue on   
top of a trophy, the kind with the legs and arms molded together into  
one   
curvaceous, female mass. Her arms were well clamped to her sides and   
her breasts made noticeable mountains with tiny, nipple peaks in the   
suit. It completely covered her, including her head, face and hair. The   
only hole was a small slit for her nose so she could breathe, which she   
was now doing quite heavily. Her mouth was securely gagged under the   
suit with a wide swath of duct tape.  
     The three now dressed henchmen picked up the lifeless heroine and   
carried her to the middle of the floor. The furniture and rugs had been   
moved to one side and a green, plastic tarp had been rolled out on the   
floor. It nearly covered the floor and was absolutely soaked with dish   
detergent. They tossed the avenger on the tarp letting her body slide   
about in the soap. Batgirl moaned deeply and slowly as she began to   
twist around.  
     "I see you're not dead yet." chortled Catwoman as she sat on the   
corner of a table, crossed her legs and filed her nails. "Well that's  
good   
because I've got something extra special for you. This is so sick, I   
haven't even tried this." she smiled as she blew off the nail debris and   
looked down at the mass of heroine on the floor.  
     "If you haven't noticed by now, and I seriously doubt you haven't   
noticed, I've inserted a special vibrator in your pussy. Its like any  
other   
vibrator, seeing how it runs on electricity but, oh dear, there are no   
batteries." Catwoman said sarcastically as she shook her head and   
made a "nt nt nt nt" sound.   
     "Instead, your new suit, which I must say fits you quite well, is  
lined   
with a net of tiny wires sewn inside. Through induction they will power   
your new companion. Now, where might the electricity come from?"   
Catwoman asked as she rolled her eyes around in an over acting motion   
and shrugged her shoulders. "Could it be from hmmm... maybe...   
hmmmm... THESE POWER CORDS FROM A WALL OUTLET!" she   
barked in her best church lady imitation.  
     Barbara Gordon began to scream under her gag as she heard   
Catwoman. No sooner did she start panicking than Catwoman dropped   
the exposed ends of a stripped power cord onto the mat and into the   
soapy water solution. Sparks and tiny bolts of electricity shot about on   
the mat as Batgirl screamed in horrific pain. Her now lively body bucked   
and flopped around like a fresh fish on a hot beach as she was riddled   
with electric shocks. The electricity crackled and sizzled as it sent   
sporadic bolts through her suit and into the vibrator. The toy's super   
charged motor would start up and shut down over and over again in a   
diabolic rhythm sending blasting sexual waves through Barbara's   
electrocuted body.   
     The pain and sexual sensation were already too much. Coupled with   
the nearly eight hours of horrific sexual torture, Barbara couldn't even   
think about who she was, where she was, why she was there or how to   
get free. She was now a mindless, sexual vegetable simply responding   
to stimuli like an ameba under a bright light. Her conscious mind had   
completely shut down and all her subconscious knew was the agony and   
ecstasy forced upon her by the mysterious cat figure that dominated her   
dark, nightmarish dreams.  
     "Oh, YES! SQUIRM BITCH SQUIRM! You sanctimonious, self   
righteous, goody two shoes hoar. You're just as bad as the rest of us.   
Just as dirty and oh what a little slut!" Catwoman's taunts rained down   
on the fettered heroine as she rolled around on the mat. The woman's   
words echoed through her sending her even deeper into utter   
humiliation.  
     More pain, more sensation, the blackness encompassed her. Her   
heart seized, her breathe grew short. She was dying, her body and mind   
seperating as her heart stopped and she began to shut down. Falling   
deeper and deeper, Batgirl plummetted toward a sexually agonizing   
death. Her vision faded, her mind turned to black. The end would come   
from her final climax. Tighter and tighter. Closer and closer. Her back   
arched, her muscles shuttered. She was coming....  
     Suddenly, the whole cabin went black. "What the...!" Catwoman   
barked.  
     "Must have been the fuses Catwoman." said Morris as he flipped on   
a flashlight. "I guess we popped more than Batbimbo's cherry." he   
laughed as the four stood over the now moaning Batgirl.  
     "I've got an idea. It'll be light in 20 minutes. Pick her up and  
follow   
me." ordered Catwoman as she slinked out of the cabin into the early   
morning air.  
     *     *     *  
     CRACK  
     CRACK   
     CRACK  
     Diana had stopped moving after the 30th or so blow. It had been two   
hours since Victoria and Nic had started their food escapade. Empty   
containers of soda, milk, salad dressing, soap, cake frosting, orange   
juice, pudding, ice cream, oatmeal, lotion and any other available  
liquidy   
substances littered the cabin floor. Diana was now tied facing one of  
the   
support posts, with her hand over her head and her mouth gagged with a   
ball and leather straps. A rainbow of disgusting fluids streamed down   
between her long, muscular legs, staining her hips and legs with streaks   
of mustard, orange juice, pudding, milk and anything else that had   
poured out of her. Her lasso hung loosely around her waste and was the   
only thing compelling her to stand. The women had also forced the   
amazon to wear a really high pair of black stiletto heels as they  
ordered   
her to remain standing in "a nice and slutty pose".   
     She hung like the lifeless catch of the day from her arms as  
Victoria   
let loose with another crack of her cat-o-nine-tails. All the women had   
enjoyed a round of "whip-the-heroine" and Diana was pelted and red with   
welts across her sagging rear and loose back.  
     "GODDAMN BITCH"  
     "SLUT"  
     "HOAR"  
     On and on the beating continued.  
     After a bit, Tarra Rogers walked up totting a bottle of tequila and   
grabbed Diana by the chin. Diana's eyes were heavy and dull as she   
stared like a zombie toward the ceiling. "Ain't no use spankin' 'er"  
Tarra   
said with a slur. "She's wouldn't feel it anyway BUUURRPPP."   
     "'ere, 'ave a drinky pooh." she babbled pouring the liquor over   
Diana's gag and down her chest. "OOPs! My you just can't hold your   
booze can ya, BITCH!" Tarra scoffed. Then, with a heft kick, she sent   
her knee hard into Diana's crotch, doubling the heroine over and sending   
her straight to the floor. Wonder Woman lay curled up on the floor,   
unconscious, beaten, gang raped and totally humiliated.  
     "What are we going to do with jug queen." asked Yumi as she   
prodded Diana's lifeless body with her high-heel.  
     "Our little heroine is going to have a big-ol-accident." stammered   
Tarra as she grabbed Diana by her hair and shook her head like a little   
girl tearing at a doll.  
  
  
  
     Barbara Gordon's vision was still immensely foggy as she felt a  
rope   
being pulled tight around her chest. She moaned slowly but her body   
wouldn't respond. Even without being tied, she probably couldn't move   
anyway. Then, she recoiled like a beaten animal as the sight of her   
tormentor's face loomed over her. With a loud whacking slap across the   
face, Catwoman shook Batgirl awake. "So nice of you to join us sweet   
cheeks. I see you're still alive. Good."  
     Batgirl slowly raised her sore head and neck, and looked around at   
her predicament. She was tied on her back to a huge log which was   
about twice as thick as she was. Her arms were tied over her head and   
her legs were tied very wide apart and to the sides of the log. Several   
coils of rope pinned her legs, waist and arms to the log basically  
making   
her a permanent part of it. She was so sore and tired, her head simply   
dropped like a rock as she lay back down. She was completely stripped   
and lay naked to the world and spread across the coarse, hard tree   
trunk.  
     "Its just like one of those "Puuurrrrerils of Pauline" serials."   
Catwoman gasped clapping her hands together. "The poor bound and   
gagged heroine is tied to the log and sent slowly down the conveyor   
toward the buzz saw. The huge blade whirs and zings, cutting the log as   
the young damsel struggles for freedom. The only puuurrrroblem is,   
there's no mountie to save you." she said with a giggle as she leaned   
over Barbara and slowly ran her clawed fingertip down Batgirl's nose.   
"I've got all the mounties. TOMMY!"  
     The henchman threw the breakers and the monstrous cutter started   
up. The huge, circular blade began spinning at high speed as it sat like  
a   
chomping pacman waiting for Batgirl's log to chew on. Batgirl looked   
down her body, between her legs and at the saw and began to scream. It   
was lined up perfectly with her crotch. Tears of terror streamed down  
her   
face as the log began moving toward the steel blade of death.  
     "Tata Batgirl. Just like you, we have to "SPLIT"." Catwoman laughed   
as she put her arms around her goons and skipped out of the mill. "By   
the way, we found the next clue." she bragged taping a manila envelope   
with her Cat nails. "Too bad you won't live to see it.   
BWAHAHAHAHAHA" Batgirl lay twisting and struggling against her   
ropes as death came closer and closer. "It can't end like this... NOT   
THIS!"  
     *     *     *  
     The cold chill of the lake water shot through Wonder Woman's bare   
body like thousands of tiny daggers as the bucket of water brought her   
violently to consciousness. Immediately, Diana began to feel disoriented   
and dizzy as what she was laying on began to rock and roll about.   
Wonder Woman lay curled up in a small, two man, inflatable raft. The   
women had completely cocooned her in duct tap. Her amazon body lay   
like a fly tied in a spiders web, her arms taped behind her back and her   
legs bound tightly together. Tape ran everywhere, around her legs,   
arms, chest, shoulders, stomach, knees, ankles, almost any part of her   
that could move was securely taped. Her hands were the worst part. The   
women had used an entire roll of tape to bundle her hands into one   
mass of gray, sticky tape securing the ends of her arms into one huge   
glob of plastic. Several coils of tape were wrapped around her mouth   
and over and around her head. Her hair was a snarled, sticky mess   
under the tape and the only part of her head exposed was her eyes,   
nose and cheeks which bulged out and over the tape around her mouth.  
     "Wakey wakey." screamed Tarra as she flung the tequila bottle   
sending it bouncing off Wonder Woman's taped chest and into the   
water. "We decided you needed a nice, relaxing boat ride." Tarra   
laughed as she stood arrogantly on the dock.  
     "Yeah, a ONE WAY boat ride." screamed Victoria as she untied the   
little boat and gave it a kick with her shoe. "Have a nice trip... see  
ya   
next FALL!" she joked and with that all the women began to laugh at the   
bound up heroine as her boat caught the current and started down   
stream.  
     "You think she'll stand a chance?" asked Victoria as they watched  
the   
boat head down stream.  
     "Nah, those falls are hundreds of fee.. hundreds of fee... really  
high.   
She go SPPPPPLLLLAAAAATTTTT like a heroic pancake." replied   
Tarra as she staggered off the dock with her to cohorts and headed back   
toward the cabin.  
     Wonder Woman twisted and pulled at the tape as the boat began to   
pick up speed. Far off the roar of Glouster falls grew closer as the   
heroine raced toward certain DOOM. "Only minutes... must get   
free...dear Hera... Its HOPELESS!"  
  
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"Damn this water is COLD!" Wonder Woman thought as her tiny raft   
bounded and plunged in and out of the river's frothy, ice cold currents   
like a leaf in a garden hose stream flowing toward a drain. This drain,   
however, was several hundred feet high and she was one hell of a tiny   
leaf. The amazing amazon's ever renewing body was slowly   
recuperating from its sexual ordeal and she began to struggle and pull   
harder against the duct tape as she grew closer to the edge.  
     "Hera! This stuff... so tight... this can't be the END!" she  
screamed   
under her gag as she tried frantically to pull at least one hand loose.   
     What was worse, the little boat was filling fast with water. The  
sides   
were still inflated but the interior was hip deep in ice cold water.  
     "Wait! The water! The tape is..... softening."  
     Sure enough, as the voluptuous brunette rolled about in the half  
filled   
boat, the water began soaking into the duct tape making it weaker by the   
second.  
     "Too SLOW!... Got to do something to buy time!" she thought as she   
saw the misty spray of water ahead that marked the edge of the great   
falls. "I've got no CHOICE!"  
     Closing her eyes and taking one last deep breathe through her nose,   
the amazon rolled her bound body over the edge of the boat and into the   
fiercely flowing rapids. For several seconds she remained immersed   
under the white foam as the little boat continued toward the edge. The   
boat then sailed straight over the falls and flittered down into the  
misty   
whiteness below.  
     For a long moment, only the roar of the falls echoed through the   
early morning haze. Then, a long, female arm burst from the depths and   
Wonder Woman groped and grasped for the nearest rock. Only her right   
arm was free, but, with spirit and determination rivaled by no other,  
she   
pushed and reached until she pulled herself up against the slimy stone   
savior. A few moments later, her other arm came free, then her legs.   
With shear, female determination, she plodded through the currents like   
a buxom juggernaut until she found herself plopped down on the shore   
of the river, bruised, half drowned and totally exhausted.  
     *     *     *  
     Barbara kept blowing away wood chips from her nose as the spray of   
pulp from the saw blade started pilling on top of her. The log was about   
halfway through and she could see the huge blade growing nearer and   
nearer.  
     "CATWOMAN!" she screamed under her gag. "NO!"  
     The noise of the mill was so deafening that she couldn't even hear   
herself think let alone make a sound. She stared down her naked body,   
which was now totally covered in wood chips, and watched in horror as   
the bladed reached the bottom of her feet.   
     Suddenly, a new wave of hope sprang from the plucky avenger. "My   
God! She tied my feet apart!" thought Barbara as she felt the blade cut   
the rope that ran between her ankles and which bound her legs to the   
log. With a twang, her legs slipped to either side of the log, free of  
their   
bonds.  
     "Thank the stars I've been practicing this..." she thought as she  
lifted   
her long legs up and curled them over her body so her feet were   
touching her hands. Laying on her back, with her ass up in the air,   
Barbara went to work untying the knots on her wrists with her toes.   
     "Never thought... this would... ever come in... handy...." she  
thought   
remembering the time she had accidentally dropped the keys to her   
bondage cuffs and had to use her toes to pick the lock.  
     Her break was short lived however as she felt the huge blade  
growing   
nearer to her arched rear. "Just a few more... THERE!"  
     Her hands were free but it was too late. The blade was too close to   
give her time to remove the ropes from around her chest. Suddenly,   
however, she noticed the log had left its cradle and her end was   
suspended in mid air.   
     "If I can just..." with several thrusts and yanks, she began  
lurching   
herself to one side, causing her body to slip around to the side of the  
log.   
It was close, very close. The breeze from the blade passed so close that   
she pissed all over the log as she felt it pass within millimeters of  
her   
back and head. Then, with a sudden snap, the last rope was cut and she   
fell flat on her stomach on the floor in a puddle of her own urine and   
soaked saw dust. The room went black as she fainted.  
     *     *     *  
     Yumi screamed wildly under her gag as Victoria plunged her   
mounted dildo deep inside the tied Asian. Victoria's dark tan body   
pushed and surged between Yumi's tightly bound legs as the blonde   
violently raped the poor girl. Then, with one last surge of sexual   
sensation, Yumi screamed uncontrollably and collapsed from another   
horrid climax.  
     Both Nic and Nac were enjoying Tasha as one entered her ass from   
behind with a mounted dildo while the other forced the already beaten   
girl to blow her. As the short hared girl's gang bang continued, the   
satisfied Victoria got up and walked over to Tarra Rogers who was   
stripped, gagged and totally bound to one of the posts in the cabin.  
     "You ladies were good FUCKS!" hissed Victoria as she grabbed   
Tarra's reddened breast and squeezed it hard. "Not as good as Wonder   
Hoar but entertaining none the less. I've always wanted to rape a   
lawyer."  
     Tarra's face was slightly swollen and bruised and she turned away   
and whined as the blonde slammed a steamy kiss on the beaten   
woman's cheek.   
     "Too bad you bitches were too drunk to pull off your little double   
cross. We made sure we didn't drink like cows like you three did cause   
we were planning the same thing for you." Victoria laughed as she   
pushed her two fingers into Tarra's pussy and began rubbing the poor   
woman wildly.  
     Tarra, Tasha and Yumi had been the victims of their own, poorly   
planned double cross. They were going to jump Victoria and the Noc   
sisters and leave them all bound up so Lord Easystreet's androids would   
pick them up. Sadly, however, too much liquor and too little brains make   
for a poor attack and the three ladies found themselves being victimized   
just like Wonder Woman. Brutally beaten, gang banged and   
demoralized for hours by the three psychotic lesbians, the three girls   
now lay totally spent at the mercy of their captors.  
     "MMMMMMGGMM" "HUMMMMGGMMLLM" "UUUUGHHHHMMM"  
     Tasha spasmed and convulsed as her last climaxed sent her hard   
and broken to the floor.  
     "What are we gonna do with them?" asked Nic as she got dressed.  
     Victoria pondered the situation for a long moment. Then, with a   
wicked gleam she slapped Nic on the back. "Have I got an idea! You're   
gonna love it!" cried Victoria as she headed for the door. "Get our  
little   
love sluts dressed in some nice bikinis and some high heel pumps.   
They've got some work to do."  
     *     *     *  
     "uuuuugghhh...."  
     Wonder Woman slowly stirred as her body began to regain its   
strength. After a few minutes of rubbing her head in agony, she slowly   
got to her knees and then her feet. With great care, she pulled the rest   
of the duct tape off her freezing body and tossed the scraps to the   
ground in disgust.  
     "I don't believe this. Look at ME!" Wonder Woman gasped as she   
looked down at herself. "Anyone could drive a Mack truck up my.. er,   
me, from either direction and I'd hardly notice! I-I-I'm RUINED!"  
     Her ass had been dildoed so many times that it was still extremely   
wide and hollow. Her breasts still had their plump form but were covered   
in grope and whip marks making it very obvious that someone had a   
tremendous field day with her. The worst yet was her vagina, which had   
been plunged so many times that it was now permanently widened from   
the six women dildo fucking her continuously.   
     The most damaged part of her, however, was her will and self   
esteem. She had been totally demoralized by her enemy and her   
arrogance had cost her a huge price. The great queen, the world's   
greatest super heroine and America's darling idol was now nothing more   
than an over climaxed, sexually defeated, super-pushover.  
      "I've got to redeem myself. Got to get those women back for what   
they did. I must bring them to justice." she cursed nobly as she   
staggered up the bank and over the hill toward the mansion.  
     *     *     *  
     "Oh Catwoman! Damn YOU!" screamed Barbara as she too   
staggered out of the mill and into the mid morning sun. Her totally  
raped   
body plodded along as she slowly regained her strength. Just like in her   
apartment, things went too far. She couldn't handle the sexual   
excitement and the experience had totally destroyed her will. Catwoman   
had broke her. Defeated her. And now she was nothing but a heroine   
stripped of her dignity and image.  
     As she neared the main road, Barbara heard the noise of a horse   
drawn carriage coming her way. Quickly, she dove into some nearby   
bushes and watched.   
     "Dear God!" she gasped as she watched the wagon move slowly by.   
Tarra, Tasha and Yumi were fettered and muzzled with riding bits and   
were strapped at the front of the wagon in a triangular formation. Under   
all the horse's rains and leather straps, the three women were wearing   
some pretty snazzy bikinis and some really high heel shoes. Victoria and   
Nic and Nac were laughing away on top of the wagon as they sent whip   
after cracking whip blows down on the three whaling and screaming   
women. The two wheeled monstrosity of female suffrage rattled by   
Batgirl and headed slowly along toward the mansion.  
     "Welp, at least they're not moving too fast. If I hurry, I can get  
to the   
mansion before they do." Barbara thought as she got out of the bush.   
Suddenly, a cool morning breeze quickly reminded the plucky heroine   
that a birthday suite was not an effective costume. "SHIT! I've got to  
find   
some clothes."  
     *     *     *  
     Diana pulled hard on the zipper and let out a breathe as she pulled   
the ring to the top of the outfit.   
     "I can't believe THIS! They had all sorts of stuff here when they  
were   
having me... well, you know...  but now all I can find is this!" Diana   
cursed as she twirled about in the full length mirror, eyeballing the  
outfit.   
She had circled back to the cabin where her little "party" took place  
and   
had bust in hoping to find the six women, or at least her costume.   
Instead, all six were gone and the only clothes she could find was...  
     "A French Maid's OUTFIT! If this isn't the most sexist thing I have   
ever seen!" she hissed as she stared at her huge Amazon body   
crammed into the tight black outfit. Her legs were covered in a set of   
fishnet stockings that ran from the outfit's six inch, black, stiletto  
heels to   
a tiny, micro skirt. They were held up by an extremely obvious garter   
belt/waist belt arrangement and her privates were covered by a very   
sheer pair of black, lace panties.  
     "Damn skirt won't even cover the garters!" she whined as she pulled   
and tugged on the micro mini skirt in hopes of stretching it down.  
     The top was actually very similar to her costume; a boustier. But  
this   
top was black, lacy and extremely tight. Her huge breasts looked like  
two   
enormous scoops of tan ice cream sitting in two extremely small serving   
dishes. It was all she could do to keep her nipples inside the bra cups.   
She couldn't even see her pumps over her cleavage as the outfit pushed   
her breasts up and outward as though it were offering them to anyone   
who would care to take them. She had decided that she would wear her   
hair up and held by the outfit's little bow tie barrette.  
     "At least no one should recognize me in this." she sighed as she   
headed out and toward the mansion. (Yeah right :))  
     *     *     *  
     Batgirl made her way slowly through the grounds, slipping easily  
past   
the estate's huge recreation center.   
     "Well, jean shorts and a tee shirt are better than nothing I  
guess."   
Babs thought as she grabbed some clothes that were sitting on a beach   
chair next to the pool. As she dressed, she quickly noticed something,  
or   
the lack there of. The entire estate was absolutely quiet. Only the  
sounds   
of nature could be heard where as before, the shouts and screams of   
dozens of models, actresses, business women and starlets beating the   
living day lights out of each other rocked the estate grounds.  
     "Hmmm, maybe they're all inside..." Babs thought. Suddenly, she   
took a quick dive behind a nearby cabana as she heard footsteps.   
"OOHHH!! Catwoman!" Batgirl cringed as she saw her female nemesis.   
"I ccccuuhh cuhhhh can't go through ttthhhuuu thhhat again.." Barbara   
shuddered as she tried to be a mouse; quiet and hidden.  
     The feline felon made her way arrogantly around the pool and toward   
the estate's huge mazeorium. She was incredible and absolutely   
intimidating, especially to Batgirl who had just gotten her poor ass   
broken and defeated. The she-cat sauntered along in a pair of super   
high, stiletto heels and she wore a black, French cut bikini with  
garters,   
black silk arm gloves and her cat mask and ears. Her three incredible   
hunk henchmen were close behind, each decked out in their skin tight   
kitten boy outfits.  
     "OK Boys, split up. That third clue has got to be around here   
somewhere." Selena ordered as she held up the paper and looked about   
the garden. The three kittens moved off in separate directions as they   
also started searching the grounds. Batgirl slipped along behind the   
bushes and stalked the she-vixen.  
      "Well, well, if it ain't Cat-SLUT!" said a voice from another  
entrance   
to the great shrubbery maze. Victoria stepped out wearing a tight thigh-  
high one piece dress and twirling a baseball bat in her hand. Nic and   
Nac were just behind her carrying some implements of their own;   
namely a tire iron and a 2x4.  
     "Looks like its my day for banging the shit out of bitches in  
costume."   
she said coyly as she held up the bat nice and erect. "And I bet this   
would probably fit with some room to spare." she added, caressing and   
licking it as she stared coldly at the shocked feline.  
     "HSSSSSSSS" growled catwoman as she raised her clawed glove   
and crouched in a threatening, cat-like stance.  
     "OOOOOO.... WE'RE SOOOOOOO SCARED....." all three women   
responded in a big mocking chorus with Nic and Nac twiddling their   
fingers in pretend fear at the bikini clad vixen.  
     Suddenly, Tommy, Tabby and Morris stepped out of the bushes on   
either side of Catwoman and quickly swooped in to form a wall of   
muscle between the she cat and the three now shocked lesbians. The   
three women crouched into fighting stances and stepped back as they   
cowered from the sight of these three impressive slabs of meat.  
     "Well now. Who's going to bang whom?" smiled Catwoman as she   
arrogantly leaned against Tommy and put her hands on her hips. "Get   
'em boys! Bring me the blonde chic!" she barked giving Tommy a smack   
on his muscle tight rear.  
     The three women began backing up slowly as the men started   
approaching. Tabby was the first to reach the girls as he loomed over   
Nac like the incredible hulk. He raised his fist and let fly a massive  
blow.   
Nac thought she was dead meat until she saw how absolutely   
uncoordinated his attack was.  
     "HIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE"   
     "BLAM"  
     "WHAM"  
     "BAMPH"  
     With three expert round kicks to Tabby's muscular stomach, Nac sent   
the behemoth straight to the ground in a crouching ball of pain.  
     "HEY! That hhhuuuuuurrrrttt!!!" The huge man stammered as he   
began to cry. Nic, seeing this, immediately swung for Tommy's head.  
     "NOT THE FACE! NOT THE FACE!" screamed the hunk as he   
covered his face and ran away from Nic. Nic began chasing the scared   
rabbit out of the garden and back toward the pool, laughing and making   
horsy "Yee Haa" sounds as she grabbed for his rear.  
     Morris, seeing his two buddies turned into sheep, stepped back   
behind Catwoman. "Hey bitch, I ain't paid to be beat up." he declared  
all   
white eyed as she ran past the shocked feline and into the maze.  
     Barbara Gordon watched in amazement and then slapped her hand   
across her own face. "DOH! I could have kicked the crap out of those   
three anytime and only had to deal with Catwoman." she sighed in her   
best Homer Simpson impression.  
     "Get back here you... you... COWARD!" screamed Catwoman as she   
shook her fist at the deserter. "Now I know why I never hire pretty  
boys."   
     "Ehem..."  
     Catwoman turned to face a now smiling Victoria. Somehow the bat   
had disappear and, in its place, Victoria was holding up a huge, white   
dildo. In the background, Nac continued to pummel and beat Tabby, who   
was now crying like a huge baby and laying useless in a fetal ball on  
the   
ground.  
     "Now its your turn. We neutered your kittens, now its time to spade   
the cat." Victoria said as she moved toward Selena.  
     Catwoman has never been a push over and Victoria quickly found   
this out as the super villianess's cat claws lashed out at the blonde's   
model face. The two women continued circling each other, hissing and   
scream insults as they each tried to deal a defeating blow against the   
other.  
     Nac, however, decided that two against one was a much fairer fight   
and came at Selena with her 2x4 swinging. Like the true cat she was,   
Selena easily avoided the charging she-bitch and dispensed a round   
kick in return. As Nac went staggering into a bush, Victoria saw her   
chance and lunged at the villianess only to be met with a series of  
rapid   
punches to the face and stomach.  
     "Hmph! Amateurs! Did you honestly think you could...   
HMMMMMBBLLM!!!"  
     Just as Catwoman was about to make the usual superior, ego tripping   
speech that all evil people seemed to make when they have the upper   
hand, a hand holding a handkerchief came clamping down hard over the   
she-cat's grinning mouth.  
     Nic pulled the struggling woman back hard and off her feet as she   
wrapped her muscular arm around Selena's waist in a vice like grip.   
Seeing another chance, Victoria lunged forward and grabbed   
Catwoman's bare legs, pinning them as the two women swept the   
villianess off balance and to the ground. Nac did a football dive on the   
pile of wrestling babes and all three woman fought to keep the she bitch   
pinned and helpless.  
     Catwoman hissed and screamed under the ether soaked rag as she   
tried to kick, claw and punch away her attackers. Batgirl watched for   
several long moments as Catwoman put up a valiant but futile struggle.   
Soon the violent screams turned to moans and then muffled sighs as the   
bikini clad vixen finally fell.  
     "I think its time for a bitch taming party." smiled Victoria as she  
stood   
over Catwoman's unconscious body planting her high heel deep into the   
villianess's cheek.  
     As the three women went to work stripping and tying Catwoman, a   
long arm reached out of a nearby bush and grabbed the crumpled piece   
of paper that Catwoman had dropped.  
     "I almost feel sorry for her." sighed Batgirl as she made her way  
into   
the maze watching the women behind her. "Nah..."  
     *     *     *  
     Diana Prince moved stealthily up a drive and toward a huge set of   
gates that surrounded the main complex.   
     "Great Hera! These shoes are murder!" she complained as the high   
heels made her sway and saunter like a street hoar.   
     The gate was apparently left open and the ex-super heroine slipped   
easily inside. Most of the grounds in this area were huge, neatly mowed   
lawns. "Figures he's got his own golf course." Wonder Woman sighed as   
she moved over the low, wide hills.   
     Then, Diana quickly dropped to the ground and hid as a noise rang   
out from her right. Crouching and moving like a true amazon, Diana   
moved up the hill and toward the sound.   
     "By the GODS!"  
     On the other side of the hill, Diana spied three women tied, gagged   
and staked out on the grounds in a spread eagle formation. A whole   
squad of androids were busy "dealing" with the three ladies in Lord   
Easystreet's preferred fashion. Each girl was being mounted by a huge,   
polyurethane automaton who appeared to be banging the living will out   
of them.  
     "Those must be the same androids that got Batgirl in the mansion."   
Diana whispered as she watched the gang rape helplessly.  
     "Great Hera! That's Tarra Rogers!" she gasped as she saw the   
blonde woman turn her way. Sure enough, Victoria had kept her word   
about leaving them for the androids to collect. The three women were   
now being brutally gang banged and mercilessly climaxed at the hands   
of a bunch of tireless mechanical rapists.  
     After a series of agonizing screams of climatic exctasy. The  
androids   
dispensed with the last girl and stood over the moaning, dazed   
prisoners. Then, an android placed a hand over each girl's mouth and a   
pinkish gas began to spew out of their palms. The women surged and   
fought one last time but they finally slipped unconscious from the gas.   
Untying the sleeping vixens, the androids carted their drugged bodies  
off   
and into the back of a nearby van. The doors slammed shut and the   
truck took off across the greens.  
     "Looks like someone got a major double cross." grinned Wonder   
Woman as she started after the van. "I guess there IS no honor among   
thieves."  
     *     *     *  
     "HMMMMBBBLLMM"  
     "HHMMMMMMPPPHHH!"  
     "GHHHMMMMBLLMM!"  
     Catwoman thrashed about, kicking and screaming, as Victoria's   
naked body slid back and forth on top of her own naked, bound and   
gagged form. The dildo was huge and perverted, studded with raised   
knobs of plastic and curved wickedly upward in a super strong,  
relentless   
erection. The wild cat was true to her name, twisting and bucking,   
hissing and screaming like a bitch cat in heat getting plugged by a huge   
Tom. Catwoman surged and thrashed her hips about frantically as   
Victoria taught the she-cat a sorely needed lesson.  
     "Whhaaaa... Whhhaaattt aaaa FUUUCCKCKKK!!!" Victoria   
screamed as she too began to explode from the woman's ever gyrating   
hips. "Yooouuu... You'rreee going down you BITCH!..."  
     Catwoman didn't seem to be cooperating however, even though   
Victoria had now stepped up the villianess's violent, brutal, dildo  
rape.   
Fire burned like the beam from a light house from the vixen's enraged   
eyes as the vibrator plunged in and out and in and out of her. Both   
women, however, were locked in mortal combat, neither giving an inch   
and neither allowing themselves to climax. To do so meant utter defeat   
and both ladies were so intent on winning that they both endured wave   
after sexually agonizing wave of stimulation, hoping the other would   
break. Hips slammed, asses clenched, Victoria's hands groped and   
squeezed Catwoman all over, teaching the she-cat a new level of breast   
teasing pain.  
     While the two cats fought on the ground, Nic and Nac had rounded   
up the three studs and summarily strip and tied them; hands behind   
there backs, their feet together and their mouths gagged.   
     "I've never raped a man before." giggled Nic as she spread her legs   
over Tom and began riding him.  
     "God! These guys are HUNG!" gasped Nac as she began stroking   
Tabby's already enlarged penis. Enthrallment turned to passion and   
soon Nac's mouth engulfed the huge erection and the lesbian was busy   
sucking away at the frightened porn star's forced erection.  
     Nic was busy as well. Her hips slipped down over Tom's raised cock   
and she quaffed it inside her, sliding it slowly and steadily between  
her   
lips as she slid her hips down on top of it. Panting and moaning she   
began to rock away, building pressure and sensation in both herself and   
her bound victim.  
     As Nic and Nac took advantage of her three henchmen, the she-  
villianess was having problems of her own. The panting and screaming   
grew quicker and quicker. The thrusts; faster and faster. The fight was  
a   
valiant one but the winner would no doubt be the one in control. The   
three men watched in horror as their unbeatable, undominable mistress   
screamed and yelled in one last death throw of resistance.  
     "HHHHHNOOOOOOOOHMMMMMMMMMBBBLLLLMMMM!!"  
     The cat nearly threw her rapist off her as she swelled so high that   
every bone in her body cracked from the strain. Victoria hung on,   
however, panting and crying out "YOU BITCH! I'VE BEATEN YOU!   
YOU'RE MINE!!! YOU'RE FUCKING MINE!!!!" as she slammed the   
dildo in and out of Catwoman at even a faster rate hoping for....  
     "HMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!"  
     ...another climax  
     "GGGMMMMMMMBBBLLLMMM!!"  
     ...and another  
     "NNNOOOOMMMMMMBBLLMM!!"  
     ...and still another  
     Horrificly and without and ounce of mercy, Victoria laid waste to   
Catwoman's entire body, stripping her of her will and pulling her down  
off   
her high horse of arrogance. Victoria collapsed in a pile of sweat,   
panting and weezing as she tried to catch her breathe. Catwoman   
moaned in defeat, rolling about slowly as her raped body soaked up the   
last of the sexual experience.  
     "That'll teach ya..." Victoria whispered as she slowly got back up.  
     For several moments, Victoria sat next to the semi concious   
villianess and watched Nic and Nac enjoy their prize.   
     "WAIT!" screamed the blonde as she saw both girls nearing a climax.   
"I've got an idea. Quick, help me with Cat-hoar here." she ordered as   
she untied Catwoman's arms and legs from the croquet spikes in the   
lawn. Both women got up and helped the blonde tie the aurborned hared   
vixen's hands behind her back and tie her gag even tighter. Then, like   
paramedics, they lifted the she-bitch by her free legs and ass and   
carried her in a chair like grip toward Tom. They then placed Catwoman   
on Tom's lap, just above his swollen cock.  
     "I think Cat-slut needs a good fuck from her men." Victoria teased  
as   
she grabbed the henchman's penis and stroked it long and hard. At that   
moment, Catwoman began to come back around and began twisting   
slowly as she saw her predicament.  
    "I don't think so..." Nac smiled as she grabbed the struggling   
Catwoman by her hips and started pulling her backward. "Try this on for   
size."  
     "NNNNNGGGGHH!!!"  
     Tom's monster cock slid slowly into Selena as the villianess was   
slowly pushed down onto the man's erection. Inch by inch his member   
pushed deeper past his boss's defiant vaginal muscles as she was   
helplessly forced upon him. He watched as the only woman who had   
ever dominated him and tamed him was now being brutally raped and   
forced to have intercourse WITH HIM. Her beautiful, unmasked face   
tensed and cringed in sexual agony as he entered deeper causing her to   
flail her head and hair about like a mad storm of passion. Soon,   
however, nothing could stop her engulfing the last of his erection as  
the   
three women forced her down the last inch onto the muscle bound stud.  
     "Take a look pretty boy!" screamed Victoria as she violently pushed   
Catwoman forward and pressed her face close to his. "I bet you've been   
dreamin' about doin' this to your boss lady! Well start FUCKIN' or we'll   
snip the whole thing OFF!" she barked as she pulled out a knife and   
touched the blade to his testicles just enough to let him know that he   
could be the next John Wayne Bobbit. His hips slowly started thrusting  
in   
fear as Catwoman was held in place by the three sluts.  
     Catwoman stared into Tom's eyes and, for once, he saw fear, fear   
and weakness. This was the first time he had ever seen his mistress as   
the victim and he began to loose all hope as more fear and panic began   
to fill her eyes.  
     "YAH! MULE!" Nic screamed as she smacked Tabby on the ass and   
pushed him toward the two on the ground.   
     "OOO! Look at that plump ASS!" teased Victoria as she ran her hand   
over Catwoman's full, round, hunched over rear. She then ran her   
fingers ominously down the she-cat's crack. "I bet this needs a little   
fucking too..."  
     "NNNNGKK!!"  
     Catwoman cringed and tightened as Victoria pushed her middle   
finger hard into Selena's anus. The villianess ass began to wiggle about   
frantically as the blonde began thrusting her finger in and out of her   
opponent without mercy. After a few moments of torture, Victoria   
removed her finger and walked up to Tabby who was gagged and bound   
with his hands tied behind his back.  
     "You know what to do." the blonde smiled as she looked down at   
Selena's bent over rear. Tabby could feel the knife blade slide slowly  
up   
his hard erection and he immediately nodded. "... and make her suffer."   
Victoria added as she pushed him down behind Selena.  
     The huge body builder got to his knees and inched his way forward.   
Nic reached out and grabbed his cock and guided it like a torpedo being   
loaded into a tube. As he pressed the tip of his cock against her anus,   
Selena began to wildly twist her head about in some desperate attempt   
at seeing what was happening. The man's enormous penis quickly let   
her know exactly what was going on.  
     "NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!"  
     The going was incredibly tough, seeing how he had never plugged   
his boss in the rear before. In the industry, he was considered too  
large   
for most porn star's vagina's. Doing a woman's ass was completely out   
of the question... until now. Selena was bucking and squealing like a   
trapped pig now as both men entered her fore and aft. The pain was   
unbearable and it was all she could do to just breathe from the   
sensation. Suddenly, she felt her gag come loose.  
     "AUUUGHGHHH!! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!!! YOU FUCKING...   
HOMMMGGLUMMMMM!!"  
     The she-bitch's cries of revenge were cut short as Morris's cock  
was   
pushed fast into her gapping mouth. All Selena could now do was pant   
and moan uncontrollably as every part of her was brutally violated BY   
HER OWN HENCHMEN!  
  
  
  
     Diana made her way over a hill that marked the Southern most tip of   
the main estate and hid behind a bush as she saw the van next to a   
small white building. It very small, about the size of two phone booths,   
with a pair of white double doors.  
     "Hmmm. Seems interesting. I doubt they're all crammed in there."   
she thought as she slowly approached the doors. Her doubts were   
verified as she opened one of the doors to reveal an elevator door with  
a   
single button. She quickly darted behind the building after she pressed   
the button but, to her relief, no one or no-thing was on the elevator as  
it   
reached the top.  
     She stood in the elevator and was left with one glaring choice. The   
softly glowing button radiated out from a burnished steel panel on the   
wall and Diana bit her lower lip slightly as she pressed it. Half  
expecting   
the elevator to start shooting downward like in that goofy Star Trek   
episode, she was relieved to find the ride smooth and graceful. How far   
down had she gone? She had no idea but she took off one of her French   
Maid's shoes and raised the heel ready to bash the crap out of anything   
on the other side of the now opening door.  
     "Nobody home. Good!" she muttered as she put her shoe back on   
and clicked her way down a long, hospital white corridor. There were   
steel bulkhead style doors to her left and right but, since they had no   
handles or any other signs of entry, she walked past them to the end of   
the hall. The end was dominated by a pair of large, white bulkheads with   
a sophisticated touch tone pad lock on the doors.  
     "Great! Pick a number!" she mumbled curling her upper lip and   
bending over to fiddle with the buttons. Unknown to the amazing   
amazon, a camera, hidden behind a wall panel, spied her raised rear as   
she slowly swayed it back and forth as she tinkered with the lock.  
     "GGGGGGOOOOOOOOOODDDD!!!! What a SET!!!" slobbered   
Lord Easystreet in his best Benny Hill impersonation as he zoomed the   
camera in on her exposed ass and the thin strip of silk panties that   
covered the heroine's crotch.  
     As he watched the unsuspecting amazon, he turned to another   
monitor that was playing Wonder Woman's brutal gang-bang from the   
night before.  
     "Shit, I couldn't have paid women to do that!" he gasped as he   
watched Wonder Woman being banged again and again by the six   
berserking she-sluts. "What a show!"  
     As Diana's little peep show continued to play out, another monitor   
displayed Batgirl's horrific night of sexual terror. "I definitely  
couldn't   
have planned this. Batgirl and Wonder Woman, stripped, tied and totally   
fucked. And not only do I get to watch the whole thing but, I know who   
they really are and their weaknesses."  
     The little pervert turned back to Diana's screen and he continued  
to   
watch her plump rear sliding back and forth as she tried to pick the  
lock.   
"Let's just see how resourceful you are bubble butt.." the kid snickered   
as he picked up a 2 litter bottle of Dr. Pepper and watched the heroine.  
     "Code, code... what would I be if I were a code?!" Diana said as  
she   
stood upright, placed her hands on her hips and pouting.   
     "Wait a minute...!" She grabbed the little French Maid's purse   
hanging over her shoulder. It came with the costume and she really   
didn't want to break up a complete ensemble, no matter how tasteless.  
      "YES!" she grinned as she pulled out the item that she was hoping   
would be in there; a compact. Opening it, she bent back over and blew   
across the top of it so a thin stream of dust would shoot out and cover   
the keypad. Then, with a few more blows from her cherry red lips, she   
whisked away the excess off the keys.  
     "Now, the keys that are pressed the most should have the most  
finger   
oil on them. The dust should stick to those and not the unimportant   
ones." she explained out loud like one of those comic book characters   
explaining their actions because the artist couldn't draw the scene well   
enough.  
     Sure enough, the numbers 2,3,5 and 8 were covered in dust.   
"Hmmm... the letters "abc","def","jkl" and "tuv" maybe its a four letter   
wor...." Suddenly her perplexed expression turned into one of "Oh, how   
juvenile" as she reached out and typed in f.u.c.k.  
     Her educated guess was rewarded with a satisfying clunk. The   
massive doors slowly opened with the help of some kind of hydraulic   
mechanism. They slid apart and she carefully entered shaking her head   
at the vulgar password.  
     The room was dark, except for lights coming from several, high- 
tech,   
pieces of equipment. Rows of computer consoles, lab tables and control   
panels echoed blinks, blips and pulses like some miniature city at  
night.   
She walked toward the back of the room and toward a large, black   
curtain that stretched across the back wall. As she approached it, a   
series of neon blue lights came on and the curtain slid open.   
     "Great HERA!" gasped Diana as she stepped back and covered   
herself slightly in instinctive shock.   
     The row of plexiglass tubes were filled with women. Each woman was   
bound, with her hands behind her back and her legs together. Over their   
faces, some kind of oxygen mask covering their nose and mouth and it   
appeared to be keeping them quite asleep. The most horrific thing,   
however, was that they were all stripped naked like laboratory animals.  
     "What happened..." Diana gasped as she slowly walked from tube to   
tube checking out each girl. "So this is what happened to all the party   
guests." she said staring in shock and in awe. The women were, without   
a doubt, beautiful as they lay nude and bound in their tubes. Each  
girl's   
young, nubile body gleamed and glistened from the soft blue glow of the   
neon lights as Diana stared at each gorgeous female specimen, being   
slightly turned on herself by the concept. "...not a bad little  
collection..."  
     "Aphrodite!" she gasped again as she neared the end. There,   
standing bound and anesthetized like perfect female statues, were Tarra   
Rogers and her two cohorts Yumi and Tasha.   
     "I thought they were the ones behind all this. Even they weren't   
immune. It looks like anyone with a set of breasts and a pretty face is  
a   
target." Diana thought as she stood staring at the three women, who, not   
12 hours earlier, nearly tortured her to death.  
     Suddenly, the lights to the room started coming on in waves of   
flickering fluorescent flashes. Quickly, Diana swung around and slipped   
behind the curtain that was now all bunched up at the corner of the   
room.  
     "Let me GO! I demand to be RELEASED!" screamed a young,   
female voice as a group of three androids carried a spunky, silver  
haired   
blonde teenager into the room. "My daddy will sue you into the ground   
for this!!! So help me I'll... HEY What are you doing!!"  
     The young girl began to scream and kick some more as the androids   
easily lifted her onto a conveyor belt that fed into a long, rectangular   
machine that stretch the entire length of one side of the room. It  
looked   
kind of like some strange manufacturing machine with arrays of pistons,   
gears, wheels, pulleys and belts. Diana watched helplessly as the   
androids fed the girl's lower body in first and held her screaming body   
down as she slowly disappeared into the mouth of the odd machine.  
     The whole machine sprang to life as it began "processing" the young   
female. Diana could hear spuratic bangs, clangs and screams as the girl   
apparently pounded away at the inside of the machines. The sounds   
went through the first section but then stopped and settled down to just   
screams. Through a clear section, Diana could see the girl tied down,   
with her legs slightly apart and her hands clamped down to the conveyor   
belt over her head. Her twisting body passed by the narrow, open gap   
and into the second section.  
     The second section started to make noises like a giant washing   
machine. The sounds of pumping and sloshing and spraying poured out   
of the huge mechanical beast as the girl's screams were muffled under   
waves of water and soap. Through a narrow, green lit, window, Diana   
could see huge brushes, similar to the ones in a giant car wash, soaping   
up the nubile young teen's perfect body. Then an array of mechanical   
hands began wiping, squeezing and cleaning the girl making her snarl   
and scream as she was very obviously being groped with utter   
abandonment.  
     Her gleaming and shining body emerged from the end of the second   
section and proceed into the third, her mouth cursing and spitting soap   
like a cat getting a much needed but unwanted bath. Then a horrific   
scream rang out as a series of pistons started to move. The girl was  
then   
silenced and only the lonely sounds of the machine filled the room. Huge   
pistons began pushing themselves inward toward the center of the   
machine like a giant plastics injector. Steam and gas billowed out of   
release valves as the machine compressed itself inward like a football   
fan crushing a beer can. Then, with an explosion of hissing, the pistons   
quickly expanded and the conveyor belt started back up.  
     "By the GODS!" Diana gasped softly as a plastic tube containing a   
perfectly posed, spotlessly clean, beautiful teenager emerged.   
     The silver haired brat was now like the others, set in a pristine  
pose   
of erotic bondage and sleeping like an angel. A mechanical arm picked   
up the tube and swung it into place with all the others. At that point,  
the   
three androids turned and left the room, turning off the lights and  
leaving   
Diana dumbfounded and a little bit nervous.  
     *     *     *  
     "Boy, I'm glad I'm not Catwoman right now." sighed Barbara as she   
slipped through the shrubbery and into the garden maze. From behind   
her, she could hear the sounds of gagged hissing and snarling and she   
knew her ex-lover was definitely not having a good time. "Or maybe she   
is.." Barbara thought sprouting a slight grin knowing that bitch is  
getting   
what she deserves.  
     Barbara Gordon slinked along gracefully from corner to corner,   
slipping through the maze like a stealthy cat. "First two rights, then a  
left,   
then right, left, right... At least that's what the usual layout of  
these things   
are." she thought as she moved about cautiously. The maze twisted   
about and Barbara found herself traveling for about 20 minutes until she   
came across a huge stone statue against the wall of the large estate.  
     "God! What an ugly Gargoyle." she scoffed as she pranced about it,   
examining it for any clues. Looking for several minutes, Batgirl formed   
her usual Batgirl stance and stood pouting in front of the monolith.  
     "What the hell does this clue say!" she grumbled as she shook the   
sheet and read it again.  
  
- Wind about and all around  
- Follow me all over the grounds  
- Find my watcher and stand eye to eye  
- His gaze will surprise you if you try  
  
  
     "Hmmm, obviously I just did the winding part..." Batgirl thought as   
she stared back through the maze. "The watcher is obviously Mel   
Gibson here..." she pondered some more looking the statue over again.   
     Then, she suddenly realized that the Gargoyle's gaze was straight   
ahead, at least 3 feet above her head and toward her back. Turning   
about she looked at the brush wall behind her and noticed a small stone   
bench sitting innocently in a small knook.  
     "Ah HA!" she proclaimed as she strutted confidently toward the  
bench   
and limberly jumped on it assuming her Batgirl stance. "What a simple   
puzzle!" she beamed as she let out her little girl giggle and stared eye  
to   
eye at the gargoyle. Squinting, she looked about, first in  
disappointment   
but then her excitement grew as she could see a pin point of light being   
emitted from one for the eyes.  
     "Oh, I get it, its a light sen... AAAAUUUGGHHHH!!!"  
     Before the over confident heroine could act however, the bench  
tilted   
backward like a dump truck and spilled its shapely contents down a hole   
that opened up in the vine covered wall behind Batgirl.  
     Tumbling like a large Barbi doll, Barbara Gordon slammed and slide   
from side to side down the super-slick chute and into the mysterious   
darkness below.  
     Then, like an upside down jack in the box, the spirited crime  
fightress   
burst from a set of ceiling doors and landed good and hard on her plump   
ass.  
     "YEEEOCH!!!" she screamed as she sat on the floor rubbing her sore   
butt. "Watch that first step..."  
     The young girl sat for a moment and looked about. The room she   
was in was very small, about the size of a small bedroom. The floor was   
covered with a thick mat, kind of like the tumbling mats found in high   
schools. The walls and ceiling were also covered with the same blue mat   
material. Barbara was relieved the floor wasn't concrete but, she began   
to panic when she noticed the lack of any door.  
     "What is this!" she shouted as she stood up and pressed against the   
walls hoping to find a door. "I thought I was winning!"  
     "You are my dear... you are..." chuckled a young boys voice from an   
unknown source.  
     "OK, what the heck is this? I'm getting pretty fed up with this   
nonsense. You've got a lot of explaining to do Mr. Easystreet or whoever   
the hell you are!" blared Batgirl as she spread her legs and assumed her   
patented, bitchy Batgirl stance once more.  
     "My, my Miss Gordon. We do have a mouth don't we?" teased the   
voice.  
     "That's Ms. to you JUNIOR and besides women have a right to speak   
our minds. Maybe a good lesson in female rights would straighten you   
out!" she grinned shooting the ceiling a gloating stare of utter  
superiority.  
     "Oh sorry MZZZZZZZZZZZ Gordon EEEEXXXXCCCUUUSEEEE   
MEEEEEE!!!" replied the voice in a very childish, patronizing tone.   
"Maybe its you that needs to be taught a good lesson."  
     "Hmph! I'd like to see you try. What's wrong, afraid to face me  
alone   
sport." Batgirl replied quickly.   
     "If I can goad this kid into a one on one, maybe I can bag him and   
get myself and Diana out of here." she thought biting down slightly on   
her lower lip in anticipation. The silence was long. Just as she was  
about   
to back down and say something more, the loudspeaker came back on.  
     "OK, You've got yourself a deal. You and me, one on one." he   
proclaimed.  
     "Uh-uh-uh... Not so fast." Batgirl replied with a bargaining tone  
that   
only women knew how to wield. "What do I get if I win."  
     A long silence passed.  
     "What do you want?"  
     "Well," she started, curling her eyes upward in thought like a   
preschooler sitting on Santa's lap. "I want ONE: the diamond, TWO:   
Mine and Diana Prince's release and THREE: all the other women   
released as well." she demanded crossing her arms across her chest.  
     Lord Easystreet sat in his chair and rocked back and forth like a   
cowboy on a mechanical bull. He was choking his chicken so much from   
the thought of wrestling Batgirl that he could barely contain his   
excitement. His eyes glanced over her perky, tight body and he drooled   
slightly as his camera panned and zoomed in along her silky thighs and   
up to the heroines perfectly formed crotch. His other monitor showed a   
fantastic zoom in of her perfectly spherical buttocks as her tightened   
muscles caused them to nearly stand up on their own.  
     "Oooo  ooooo  oooKKK. Um,.... Yes, yes... OK I agree but under   
three conditions." he replied.  
     Batgirl shifted her hips to one side and rolled her eyes.  
     "What?"  
     "ONE: We fight with my rules. TWO: You have to wear whatever I   
tell you to and THREE: If I win, YOU'RE ASS IS MINE!" he stated.  
     A slight shiver went up Batgirl's spine as she heard the last  
condition.   
"You're ass is mine! My God what a little pervert. Well, I can probably   
handle the other two and, if he wins, which I doubt, I can always  
escape,   
or at least play like I have a headache. Just as long as I don't give  
him   
my word." she thought as she sprouted a small, arrogant grin.  
     "OK, agreed." she replied.  
     "Oh, and one more thing. I want you to give me your word you'll  
obey   
the conditions." he added.  
     "My WORD!" gasped Batgirl. She was a crime fightress, a super   
heroine. Her word was her bond, her symbol of right and justice.   
Breaking it would be an incredible blasphemy of everything she stood   
for.  
     "YOUR WORD MZZZZZZ..... GORDON!"   
     "......ok....." she mumbled under her breathe.  
     "What was that?!"  
     "I said I give my word YOU SHIT!" she screamed clenching her fists   
in anger.  
     "Ah... music to my ears." Lord Easystreet replied. "Now, follow the   
corridor to the end."   
     With that, a panel slid away and Batgirl slowly started down the  
dark   
corridor.  
     *     *     *  
      She confidently made her way back to the elevator but then stopped   
cold. "What! No button!" she gasped in shock. Looking about all she   
could see was the sterile white door and its frame. No sensor, button or   
switch could be found. After a few futile attempts at pulling the doors   
apart, she guffed and crossed her arms in frustration.  
     Looking back down the hall, she made her way along the rows of   
doors until one caught her eye. "Hmm.. this one wasn't open before."   
she thought suspiciously as she crept up to the open sliding door and   
peered inside.  
     The room was sterile white, similar to the hallway, but more dimly  
lit.   
Rows of soft, white, fluorescent lights lined the edge of the octagonal   
shaped ceiling casting dull hilights on the slick, smooth walls. The  
room   
reminded Wonder Woman of a museum except no statue, picture or   
sculptures decorated the eight paneled room. The floor was an odd   
surface composed of a semi-soft matted material, similar to gym mats   
only white in color. Across the room, however, was the thing that caught   
her eye and made her tingle with excitement.  
     "My belt!" she whispered softly as she bit her lower lip and moved   
slowly into the room like a cat sneaking up on an unsuspecting mouse.   
The magnificent sash of power sat like the heavy weight champion belt   
on a onyx stand in a small, lighted alcove at the far end of the  
octagonal   
room. Her costume sat draped over the glass case that housed the belt   
and Wonder Woman immediately set out stripping down to get into her   
star spangled "work" clothes.  
     "At least I don't have to wear this sexist French maid's outfit   
anymore. Ah to be back in something sensible." the amazon stopped for   
a moment and peered outward in puzzlement at her last thought. "nah...   
this isn't sexist." she finally said as she spun it about in her hands  
in   
admiration and gave it a once over.  
     Was it the change in lighting. Was it the warming of the room.   
Whatever it was Wonder Woman suddenly turned and stared in shock at   
the entrance, which was now sealed shut as though it had never existed.   
Suddenly, the great heroine froze in a building wave of adrenaline as   
she stood staring about at the super quiet room in nothing but high  
heels   
and her birthday suit.  
     "ooooohhhhh shhhhiii....."  
     PSSSSTTT!  
     The two panels on opposite sides of the room slid open faster than   
those funky doors on Star Trek and the butt naked super heroine jumped   
back against the Onyx case as two immense, super-androids stepped   
out of their hiding places and into full view. Immediately, the fem-  
fightress dropped her skivvies and began trying to get the glass cover   
off the case.     
     "DAMN! OPEN WILL YOU!!...."  
     The two androids took a step toward her and she turned and stared  
in   
shock at them. Her gaze then exploded into a bulging gape as she saw   
the two biggest members a woman could ever dream of laying eyes on   
slowly grow erect and begin dribbling with creamy white ooze.  
     Her fists went wild banging away on the case. "DAMN! SON OF A   
BITCH! OPEN!" Hair flying, feet kicking, hips shifting and pushing,  
fists   
landing blow after blow on an ungiving class case. Her belt just sat  
there   
taunting her with "nah nah na na nah..." as the two replicants moved in   
on either side of her.  
     HIIIIIYYAAAA!!!!!  
     The mamazon's mighty leg sent out a massive side kick that nearly   
bent the android's head clean off and into its back. The mechanical   
adversary staggered backward from the well placed blow, but, as she   
wen to kick its head clean off, the other polystyrene protagonist calmly   
wrapped its massively muscular arms around her firm waist and picked   
her clean off the floor. Like tossing a a scrap of paper, Wonder Woman   
went sailing across the room and into the opposing wall. If she were a   
Warner Brother's cartoon character, she would have been a flattened   
spot on the wall. As is, her firm body slid down the wall like a big  
drop of   
spit.  
     The android that had thrown her walked briskly toward the avenger   
and reached out to grab her hair. "Not today TOBOR!" she screamed as   
she flew into the automaton with all her strength and pile drived it  
into   
the matted floor.  
    With automatic reflexes matched only by a super being, the android   
reciprocated by using its massive legs to push Wonder Woman over   
itself and back toward the other wall.   
     VABOOOM!!!!  
     This time the buxom mamazon bounced off the slick surface like   
some big chested replica of a rubber ball. She landed nearly three feet   
from the wall. "Luckily... huhh... I had my face to... break the  
fall..." she   
gasped as she tried to regain the wind that was so rudely forced out of   
her.  
     "NNNNUUUUGHHHH!!!!"  
     The first android's grip nearly pulled her brunette trusses  
straight   
from their roots as she was lifted hair first off the floor. She dangled  
and   
kicked about like a cat being picked up by the scruff of its neck as the   
android held her a few inches off the floor. A brutal five knuckle   
sandwich to the solarplexis quickly slowed the amazing amazon   
however, as the android pummeled her hard in the gut. Another blow to   
her face sent her staggering back and into the arms of the second   
awaiting roid.  
     The automaton grabbed her limp arms and pulled them behind her   
back as it arched back and pulled her up and over its frame to keep her   
off her feet. Wonder Woman swayed and rolled her head groggily as she   
rested her crotch on its knee. Looking down, however, she gasped in   
horror when she realized that its knee was really its....  
     "OH GREAT HERA! NOOO!"  
     Slithering and kicking, the amazon flailed about as she tried to  
get   
her body off the android's enormous cock. The member was so long she   
could actually see two inches of it sticking out from between her legs  
as   
her hips rested on it. Too, distracted by her current "vaginal"   
predicament, Wonder Woman paid no attention as the android pulled   
her wrist together behind her back and secreted some kind of white,   
epoxy resin around them. The substance quickly hardened into a make   
shift pair of semi-elastic handcuffs that kept the mamazon's hands well   
under control.  
     "I demand to be set FREE! By the GODS do you hear ME! RAPE...   
Rape is... illegal! YOU CANNOT DO THIS!" the brunette spitfire spouted   
into thin air, hoping whomever was running this freak show would "stop   
the insanity". Sadly Susan Powder was nowhere to be found and her   
rhetoric was cut rudely short as the android's huge hands came up from   
around either side of her chest and roughly grabbed each of her   
mountainous orbs.  
     "AGAAAGGGHHUUUGHH!!"  
     Wonder Woman let out an animalistic cry of defiance as the   
automaton's hands began molesting, massaging and thoroughly taking   
advantage of her massive mammories. Like a kid playing with two huge   
water balloons, the robot groped and squeezed, forming the avenger's   
enormous glands into erotic sculptures of jiggling, sloshing works of   
fantastic mammary art.   
     "Howw....! HOW DARE... YOU!! UUUGHH!!!" she spat as her   
endowments were so blatantly molested. All she could do was stare in   
panic and horror as she watched those pale white, plastic hands mash   
and kneed her like she was a big doll. Then, while clamping her back   
with its left hand over her left breast as though it were some melon  
sized   
handle, the android grabbed her right nipple and began pulling outward   
on it, stretching her right tit this way and that, almost in mockery of  
her   
huge breasts. Out and in, side to side, up and down, the resilient sack  
of   
mam-meat wobbled like a huge hunk of jello.  
     The android then pulled her back farther, nearly bending parallel  
to   
the floor and slid its free hand down her back and over her ass. Wonder   
Woman then went wild with panic as she saw it grasp its organ and hold   
it pointed straight at her crotch.  
     "NO!... NO!... This is RAPE! You can't...... UUGHHH!!!!!!!"  
     That declaration of resistance was cut short as the android titled   
forward and forced Wonder Woman down on its ripe penis. The   
enormous, plastic cock burst her lips wide open and plunged into her   
vaginal hole like a battering ram crashing the drawbridge of a castle.  
     Painful... slightly. Pleasurable... maybe. Overwhelming.... MOST   
DEFINITELY! The defiant heroine's hips bucked and gyrated as the   
android forced more and more of the ooze dripping penis farther into the   
amazon's helpless and overly sensitive vagina. Hissing, grunt and   
spitting, the fem-fightress could only twist in horrid, sexual agony as  
she   
was forced to methodically engulf the over sized bitch tamer.  
      NNNUGGH!!!  
      UGGHHHH!!!  
      UUUNNNNGHHH!!!  
     "not...   uugh!... not supposed.. to happen... to me... I..I'm ...  
Wonder   
Wo.... AAYYYYYYUUGHHH!!!"  
     Her hips put on the most erotic display of struggling defiance  
anyone   
could have hoped to witness as the impalement of her virtue violently   
continued.   
     "AAAGHH!"  
     "AAGHH!! NO! ... WHAT!... NOOO..UGHH!!!!"  
     The android's hand found its target as Wonder Woman's bare,   
exposed clitoris was mindlessly assaulted by the robot's relentlessly   
tireless fingers, Like a piano player using three finger to play the  
same   
three keys over and over again, the android's fingers oscillated across   
her dripping slit and over her ripe clit sending the avenger into a  
frantic   
wave of screaming, wiggling and bucking. No two strokes were the   
same. No two motions repeated. First smooth, then brisk, then rough,   
then teasingly soft. Its fingers were the perfect masterbaters as her   
sexual will was barraged with irresistible stimulation.   
     "NNYYYUU!!!! Can't... cannn'tt let... it climaxx.... No one...  
takes...   
Wonder Woman... No.... uughh... ughhhh!" Futile words. The amazing   
amazon's fight was valiant, determined and feverish but, like a stag   
cornered by lions, it was only a matter of time before the prey would  
fall   
to the predator.  
     Suddenly, she felt a pair of firm hands grasp the sides of her hair   
tossed head. Her eyes opened and she gaped in terror at the second   
android who had walked up in front of her. Her gaze moved slowly down   
in building horror at the automaton's lower half. Like a one eyed  
serpent,   
its cock starred her straight in the eye as it dripped its synthetic  
"cum".  
     "Noooo.....huuuhhhmmmmbblllmmmmm!!!!!"  
     Her head went down like a felled tree. Nearly gagging, Wonder   
Woman screamed and moaned as her head was forced down and her   
red lips were parted. Her mouth engulfed the dripping member sending   
her into another frenzy of twisting and writhing in sexual humiliation.  
The   
great Wonder Woman giving head! Unthinkable, unbelievable... un-  
fucking-real! Under all those moans, grunts and cries she may have   
been biting the hell out of that cock but, from every other vantage  
point,   
America's premiere super heroine was bobbing and twisting in shear,   
exquisitely erotic defiance. Wonder Woman was getting tamed from   
both ends and she was powerless to stop it.  
     PSSSTTT!!!  
     Wonder Woman's tear stained, blood shot eyes bulged in panic at   
the familiar sound. Rolling her eyes to either side her screams became   
violent whines and her pinned, double fucked body went into a hyper   
wave of hip wiggling, leg thrashing, chest twisting and butt slamming as   
she saw two more androids reaching for her.  
  
  
Batgirl sauntered slowly out of the narrow passage and into a large,   
richly tiled sauna. The walls were covered with what appeared to be   
hand painted, Italian tile work depicting various Mediterranean scenes.   
The whole room was absolutely gorgeous and she had to shake her   
head and bring herself back to reality after staring at a fortune in  
tiling.   
The room was the size of a two car garage and was dominated by an   
oval shaped pool. The pool was not filled with water but what looked  
like   
soft, smooth, brown mud.  
     "Hee hee hheee... now... heehee... behind the changing curtain....  
put   
it ... heehhee on." stammered Lord Easystreet's obviously excited voice.   
Batgirl looked about and then walked over to a hand painted changing   
curtain that stood at one corner of the room. She looked down behind   
the curtain and then put her hands on her hips and curled her mouth in    
her typical "how typical" smile.   
     "You have got to be kidding!" Batgirl sighed as she picked up the   
black string bikini and held it up between her fingers. "There's more   
string on this than cloth!"  
     "Heehheee.... ya... ya... I know.... Hee hehehe..... but... butt...  
you   
PROMISED!!!" the boy screamed.  
     "Fine" she said calmly rolling her eyes in disgust. The perky  
avenger   
slipped behind the curtain and began changing. From his monitor room,   
Lord Easystreet watched Batgirl's silhouette as she slowly stripped and   
twisted about, pulling the bikini on.  
     "Man! What a BOD! I'm gonna enjoy this." he snickered and drooled.  
     The female freedom fighter stepped back out from behind the curtain   
and planted herself in her patent pending Batgirl stance. The string  
bikini   
was indeed skimpy to say the least. "Good thing I get a bikini wax twice   
a month." she thought as she looked the cloth depleted swimsuit over.   
The only thing more humiliating than standing nearly butt naked like   
some Hollywood bimbo was having to stand in 4 inch, black stiletto   
heels.   
     "This geek as got a major libido problem." Batgirl whispered out of   
the corner of her mouth as she stood waiting.  
     "Noww... noww... heehhehe... step into the mud...." stammered the   
boy over the microphone.  
     "Whatever." Batgirl moaned as she walked slowly up to the edge of   
the pool and removed the shoes. "A lot of good these did." she thought   
as she stepped into the mud with her bare feet. The mud was very cool   
and also very viscous. It was more like pudding than mud and it felt   
good as her feet sank to her ankle in the muck. She walked cautiously to   
the center of the pool and assumed her usual hands on the hips stance.  
     "Well....."  
     A low grinding noise, like stone rolling on stone, shook the room  
as a   
panel slid slowly away and Lord Easystreet stepped out. Batgirl nearly   
dropped her knees laughing as she held her hand over her mouth to stop   
her humor stricken reaction.  
     Easystreet was dressed like some absurd beach go-er from the   
1920s. His outfit consisted of a pair of spandex, black and white,   
horizontal stripped long johns and shirt. Over his eyes he wore an   
absurd pair of thick framed safety glasses, around his waist he sported  
a   
yellow inflated kiddies wading duck and his feet were adorned with   
enormous swim fins.   
     "Hey baby! Here I AMMMMM!!!!" he declared holding his arms out   
toward the under-whelmed avengeress.  
     "Great Erckle with a woody." she said under her breath as she  
rolled   
her eyes.  
     "So... like.... we're supposed to mud wrestle." she said coldly  
staring   
him straight down and flicking a chunk of mud at him with her bare foot.  
     "OOOHHHH Yeah sweet cheeks.... come ta popa!" he yelled as he   
plodded toward the heroine, swim fins and all.  
     His approach was clumsy, uncalculated and totally retarded yet,   
Batgirl didn't budge. He closed, she stared. He drooled, she sighed. His   
eyes focused on only two things, the great Bat-breasts that he had been   
dreaming of. His hands extended in a kind of gripping motion toward her   
plump....  
     KAWHOOOM!  
     Front kick? What front kick? Where the hell did that come from. All   
the hyper-active teen knew was some force slammed into his solar   
plexis and sent him sailing straight up in the air like a punted soccer  
ball.  
     FLLLBLORSH!!!  
     Sprawled out like a crashed cartoon character, the kid smacked face   
first into the mud and slowly listed like a torpedoed tanker. Then the  
life   
fled from his arms and legs and he collapsed.  
     "Waaaaa!!!!! Youu.... Youuu.... you.... hurt meeeee......." he  
balled   
like a three year old. Batgirl, at first, stood beaming in superiority  
over   
the insolent geek but now, her stern face began to melt.  
     "Oh... I'm sorry. Are you all right?"   
     "UUUGHH!! My stomach! It hurts...." he cried.  
     Being the heroine she was, Batgirl couldn't refuse such a  
whimpering   
soul and knelt down in the mud in front of him. "There there... Its  
OK... I   
didn't mean to hurt you." she said softly as she stroked his arms with  
her   
hands.  
     "uh uh uh all I ever wanted was... snif snif... some fun... dats  
all....   
just fun... You don't know what its like to be the world's richest  
kid..." he   
babbled as he crouched and cried.  
      "Aw poor baby." Batgirl said pleasingly. She then grabbed him and   
pulled his head to her bosom and held him motheringly.  
     "Its.. its just... snif... women just don't respect me, you  
know..."  
     "I know."  
     "They try and take advantage of me snif..."  
     "I know"  
     "I'm.. snif... always alone..."  
     "I know"  
     "And I bet you like being fucked by farm animals..."  
     "I know."  
     .  
     .  
     .  
     "WWWHHHHHHHAAATTTT!!!!!!"  
     .  
     .  
     .  
     "gotcha"  
     The kid plowed face first into the unsuspecting heroine and slammed   
her hard to her back in the mud. He then immediately pounced on her   
breasts with both hands and began squeezing and groping them like   
they were melons at the market. He was almost as heavy as she was   
and a bit taller and he managed to slip his body between her legs and   
keep her down as he mashed her perky breasts.  
     "You fucking....." Batgirl rolled about in the mud trying to knock  
the   
little creep off. She was an expert fighter but, having trained later in  
life,   
Batgirl's fighting reactions were to first "fight like a girl". Her  
hands   
slapped and hammered on his back and her legs kicked about as she   
fought to excise the hormone pumped teenager.   
     Then, regaining her fighting senses, she grabbed the kid by the  
shirt   
collar, propped him up and over her and gave him a very memorable,   
Dirty Harry, knuckle sandwich straight in the mouth. He didn't stagger.   
He didn't fall over. He launched like an MX straight into the air and  
down   
onto his back with a loud FWAP!  
     "You little.... OOOOOO!!!!!!!" she got up and ran toward the  
stunned   
and bleeding teenager, her body now completely coated in soft brown,   
glistening mud and piled drived a punter's kick straight into his  
crotch.   
With an unholy motion that would have made an entire audience of men   
cringe in their seats, the kid's body lifted a foot out of the mud and   
landed like a prone ball on the concrete edge.  
     Mad. Damn she was mad. First plucked in an open window, then tied   
up, then drugged, kidnapped, gang banged by Catwoman and her three   
kittens, beaten, humiliated and nearly cut in half by a rusty mill saw,  
she   
gritted her teeth and panted like a raging bull. Then, with super  
heroine   
strength she picked up the soundless, gasping geek over her head by his   
neck and pelvis and slammed his body into the mud as hard as she   
possibly could. Like a cat, she sprang into the air and piled her  
muscular   
legs deep into his exposed stomach. She then straddled him and   
grabbed him by the neck.  
     "Wrestling! WRESTLING! You want wrestling! I'll give you  
wrestling!"   
Then with unheard of brutality, the she-avenger began slamming blow   
after blow into the kids face like a pile driver slamming down a post.   
Over and over again his body jerked with each punch.   
     "DAMN!" BAM!  
     "SON-OF-A-BITCH!" BAM!  
     "SEXIST!" BAM!  
     "PUNK!" BAM!  
     "PERVERT!" BAM!  
     *     *     *  
     She came. Not like a school girl. Not like a college girl. Not like  
a   
wife. Not like a hoar. She came like the red eye express. Each climax   
slammed by like train cars through a station. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!   
Her body pounded and thrust in uncontrollable convulsions as she went   
through her fifth forced multiple orgasm. Cum again exploded from her   
mouth and Wonder Woman was forced to quaff another humiliating load   
of the obviously demoralizing fluid.  
    "GUUGHH!!! Can't... take much more.." she panted as the groping   
and molesting continued. "Just too many of  them.... NOO!!"  
    One of the androids forced her to her knees and over the top of   
another. Then, both androids fed their members into each of her   
respective orifi and Wonder Woman found herself being doubly fucked   
in her ass and her pussy. Her pert anus was totally decimated at this   
point and she was actually able to engulf at least half of the 12 inch  
long   
polystyrene dildo as the android plunged down her ass.   
     Gritting her teeth and thrashing her head in an erotic display of   
spitting and hissing, the amazon started jerking and twisting her chest  
as   
the android under her gabbed both of her breasts and began squeezing   
them wildly. Then, pulling them straight down, it forced its mouth over   
her nipple and began sucking her off like someone sucking the juice   
from and orange.  
     "DA... DA.... DAMN YOU!.... I... AM WONDER WO....   
HUGLLMMBLM!" A twelve inch penis, no matter what its made of,   
always acts as a good gag, which she quickly discovered when her   
gapping mouth was plugged by the third android's member.   
     The four now became a synchronized, pulsating unit with Wonder   
Woman's sole goal being to resist climaxing and the three android's to   
make her come until she dropped dead. The building sexual tension, the   
erotic moans, the dildo friction, the brutal rape, all of these  
indicated that   
Wonder Woman was losing. Faster and faster the three pumped the   
one. Over and over the pummeled her sexual will. Her pace became   
quicker, her panting higher. Then, with and explosive squeal of definite   
female sexual agony, the buxom mamazon screamed a cry of defeat as   
they took yet another climax from the heroine.  
     No sooner had the first climax tore her down then the android  
raping   
her ass pulled its dripping cock out and plunged it over the second  
one's   
and deep into her brutally abused vagina. This sent Wonder Woman into   
a new frenzy of sexual panic the likes of which she could only dream   
about in some perverse sexually dominate nightmare.  
     This climax was bad. Very bad. Muscles clenched. Buttocks   
tightened. Eyes squeezed shut like never before. Her body grew so tight   
that her skin grew beet red from tension. Then, with one last futile  
surge   
of her shapely hips, America's darling super heroine was smashed and   
pulverized into totally sexual ruin and humiliation as her body exploded   
in an uncontrollable convulsion of will sapping climaxes. The spirit  
spent,   
the fire squelched, Wonder Woman collapsed in defeat.  
     Still not done humiliating the fem-fightress, the androids burst  
all   
over the prone, moaning mamazon, filling her vagina and covering her   
with a thick stream of android cum. They then flung her lifeless body to   
the floor and stood over her as they emptied themselves on her.  
     Groping and clawing at the mat, Wonder Woman looked up with tear   
stained, blood shot eyes at the cabinet in front of her. "One... one...   
chance..."   
     With the last of her remaining strength, the buxom brunette lunged   
forward and sprawled her abused body over the top of the case. No   
sooner had she done this then the androids determined their victim still   
had enough energy to fight and had to be put down again. The marched   
slowly toward her. She let out a high kick and nailed the closest one in   
the head. It staggered back but another came up over her. It raised its   
fists, both of them, over its head and brought them down to pile drive   
Wonder Woman to the center of the Earth.  
      CCCRRRRAAASSHSHHHH!!!!  
      Not only did the glass case break but the Onyx stand crumbled from   
the android's massive blow. Her plan had worked and the now newly   
excited avenger sat to the side of the case, where she had jumped to,   
just before her stomach was going to be turned into hamburger meat.     
Her hand reached out and.....  
     Outside in the hall, the room was silent for a long moment. Then a   
low, dull FOOMP preceeded one of the androids crashing straight   
through the door and imbedding itself in the opposing wall. It sank down   
totally shorted by the impact. More crashes and bangs and crunching   
sounds followed and soon, the mighty Wonder Woman stepped out of   
the room, mean, super charged and ready to kick some ASS!!!.  
       *     *     *  
     "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" screamed Victoria as she was pushed along   
down the corridor and toward the lab. The three she-bitches, Victoria,   
Nic and Nac, had fallen into one of Lord Easystreets gas traps while   
searching the maze for the next clue. They were now tied, with their   
hands behind their backs, similar to the way Wonder Woman was tied,   
with three androids accompanying them through the secret, underground   
facility.  
     Covered in white, creamy goo, all three were apparently host to the   
android's rather persuasive hospitalities; they all got the living  
daylights   
banged out of them. Now a little more "relaxed" the three lesbians   
staggered along toward their fate.  
     The women stood in awe and shock as they saw the rows of tubes   
containing the bound and anesthetized bodies of their adversaries. "Holy   
SHIT! What kind of hell hole IS this!" Victoria screamed as she tried to   
twist out of her bonds.   
     "Get your FUCKING hands off me!" the blonde screamed as two   
androids picked her up and placed her on the conveyor belt. As Victoria   
started to slide feet first into the machine, clamps came down over her   
legs, holding them in place. At the same time, the rosin holding her   
hands softened and released her wrists from their uncomfortable bonds.     
     "NO! DEAR GOD! NO!..... I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL!" she   
screamed as her legs started inside the machine.  
     FSSSSSSSSWIWIWIWIWIWIWIWIWI  
     From the darkness, a gold barrette spun through the air like a  
ninja   
star and struck the off switch on the machine. The androids and all  
three   
women watched it hover back across the room and into the hands of...  
     "WONDER WOMAN!" the three screamed in shock.  
     "But we thought you were dead after we gang banged your..." started   
Nic in a slow moronic voice.  
     "SSSHHHHHH!!!" hissed Victoria. "Now... now Wonder Woman....   
we were only joking... ha ha... joking... We really didn't mean to do  
those   
things to you..." said Victoria in a sickly sweet voice as she sucked up  
to   
the mamazon.  
     "Oh shut up!" blared Wonder Woman as she rushed the androids.   
The fight was brutal, violent and utterly futile. In minutes the  
androids   
were reduced to nothing more than scrap plastic at the feet of an   
arrogant, self indulged super heroine. The amazon then sauntered   
slowly over to Victoria, who was wriggling about on the conveyor belt.  
     "I should push the button..." Wonder Woman gleamed as she knelt   
over the woman nearly touching lips with the blonde and smiling as she   
rested her thumb on the start button.  
     "No... NO! Please... PLEASE!!!!" pleaded Victoria. The woman's   
cries for pity turned to gush tears of desperate whining as she fell  
apart   
and begged for mercy. This was all Wonder Woman wanted to see. Both   
women knew Victoria had lost. She had broke and whimpered and that   
was her moral demise.  
     "Say I'm the most beautiful super heroine in the world." smiled   
Wonder Woman with absolute arrogance, tapping Victoria on the nose   
with an affectionate finger.  
     "You... you... you're the most... beautiful, gorgeous, ravishing,   
attractive, drop dead, knock out super heroine in the WHOLE FUCKING   
WORLD!" screamed Victoria in a shower of desperate tears.  
     "Well, maybe not the most beautiful." replied a voice from the   
doorway. Batgirl sauntered slowly into the room touting a superior smile   
with Lord Easystreet all gagged and bound and in tow. She was covered   
with semi dry mud but none the worse for wear.  
     "Batgirl!" smiled Wonder Woman. "I'm so gald you could join us."  
     "Wouldn't miss it for the world." Batgirl replied giving Lord  
Easystreet   
a little shove/kick with her foot to prod him next to Nic and Nac.  
Wonder   
Woman walked over to Batgirl and put her hands on her hips as she   
surveyed the situation. "The first thing we have to do is get these  
women   
out of those tubes."  
     "I don't think so..." replied Batgirl.  
     RRRRIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP!  
     Wonder Woman's strength was torn from her as Batgirl ripped the   
magical belt from around her waist and stepped way back. As the   
amazon stood in shock, Lord Easystreet began twisting and wiggling and   
his ropes merely fell to the floor as though they were just draped on.  
     "SURPRISE WONDER BIMBO!" snorted Easy as he walked over to   
Batgirl, put his arm around her back and grabbed a handful of heroine   
ass with a shit-eating grin.  
     "Batgirl! How could you!" screamed Wonder Woman as she backed   
away in shock.  
     "Oh Batgirl couldn't..." Lord Easystreet started to say. He then  
pulled   
out a remote, similar to a TV remote and pressed a few buttons. Pushed   
along by an escort of 5 androids, Batgirl staggered into the room and   
slumped to her knees. She looked worse than Wonder Woman did after   
her gang bang by the four androids in the octagonal room. The not so   
plucky avenger was gagged and bound like a slave, with a ball gag,   
chains and handcuffs. Her body was covered with layers of both mud   
and creamy, white ooze and she looked thoroughly beaten.  
     "Bat-slut here put up a real good fight in our little mud wrestling   
contest. Little did she know, however, that 1) she was fighting an  
android   
duplicate of me and 2) the mud was laden with an anesthetic that   
soaked through her skin. Sadly all she was wearing was that skimpy   
string bikini. It was only a matter of time then WHAM! gang bang city!"   
snickered and slobbered the perverted kid as he spanked the kneeling   
Batgirl on her sore and much abused ass.  
     "This Batgirl is an android replica I designed for my own   
"amusement". As you can see, this one doesn't have as much thigh   
cheese as the original." said the boy smugly.  
     Batgirl steamed and whined and shot the kid a dirty look. If she  
had   
heat vision like Supergirl, she could have cut a mountain in half with  
that   
scorching stare.  
     "Now for you Wonder Boobies! Get HER!" the kid ordered as he   
yelled into the remote. The amazon ex-super heroine rolled tumbled and   
fought with all her might but there were too many opponents and they   
were way too strong. In moments, the amazon was pinned and bound   
again with more rosin securing her hands behind her back.  
     "Hmm... I wonder what I should do with you. I know, let see how   
many blow jobs both of you can give my androids." he laughed as he   
started to program the remote.  
     "You'll never get away with this!" screamed Wonder Woman. "I'll  
tear   
you from limb to limb you little creep!"  
      "I think its time that mouth of yours got shut." replied the geek  
as he   
pressed a button on the remote. One of the androids turned and   
marched slowly towards a now kneeling and wiggling Wonder Woman.  
     Suddenly, out off the hallway, a shapely, female plowed into Lord   
Easystreet from behind sending the kid face first into a wall of  
computer   
banks. A torn gloved hand reached down and picked up the remote and   
Catwoman held it in front of her.  
     "RRRRRARRR grab those two prrrecotious heroines!" she ordered in   
her usual cat-talk. The androids immediately turned on the twisting   
heroines and stood them up, holding them super tight.  
     "RRRARRRAAA!!!!" she cat meowed as she walked toward Victoria   
who was absolutely hysterical with panic. Wonder Woman's wrath was   
one thing but Catwoman... the desperate blonde reached out and   
pressed the button turning the machine back on. Before Catwoman   
could reach her, Victoria slipped into the machine and soon emerged   
bound, gassed and entombed in a glass container.  
     Catwoman walked up to the glass container and stroked it with her   
half broken clawed finger tips. She then spat on the glass and made a   
small love heart over Victoria's sleeping face. "Prrrr..... sleep now. I  
shall   
destroy you later... RRAAAARRRR!!!".  
     She then shot Nic and Nac a stare that could have killed a hundred   
gutless men. Nic and Nac nearly clobbered each other trying to be the   
first into the machine. Anything was better than the wrath of that she-  
bitch even if both had to share the same tube. Sure enough, a few   
minutes later, the two naked lesbians emerged in an awkward embrace   
of tangled arms, tits, legs, hair and ass.  
     The torn and tattered feline vixen then sauntered back over and   
grabbed Wonder Woman by the chin. "I've been wondering what kind of   
entertainment you'd be like. Now I get to find out."  
     SPPIT!  
     "Get your hands off ME you sick WOMAN! You need some serious   
HELP!" Wonder Woman yelled as she spit in Catwoman's face.  
     "RRRARRRRR!!"  
     SMMMAACKK!!!  
      Wonder Woman's head nearly left her neck as Catwoman   
backhanded her face. "Gag the spitfire's tongue!" ordered Catwoman   
into the remote. Wonder Woman thrashed her head about wildly as she   
fought to resist the humiliation of being gagged in front of her enemy.   
The androids were far stronger however and soon the fem-fightress was   
sporting a thick, rubber ball gag like Batgirl's.  
     "Puuuuurrrrrfeccttt! Heroines just the way I like them; bound  
gagged   
and.... well, two out of three ain't bad." she grinned as she lightly  
ran her   
clawed finger tips down between Wonder Woman's legs and over her    
star spangled mound.   
     Then with a harsh yank, she grabbed Wonder Woman's lasso from   
the "Barbi" Batgirl and strolled over to Lord Easystreet. He was  
crumpled   
on the floor, nearly in tears from fear. The woman took the young boy's   
head by his hair and pushed is shock face in between her full, round,  
tan   
thighs. She then looped the magic lasso around his chest and pulled his   
head back to force him to look up at her huge, full breasts and evil   
grinning face.  
     "Rrrrrrrr.... you're going to tell me everything... EVERYTHING I  
want   
to know.... I've got some major plans for you and your MONEY!" she   
said coldly.  
     "Yeeessss.... yess... oh mistress.." he babbled. Wonder Woman   
gasped and twisted in angry against her bindings at how the great lasso   
was being used. "How dare....!" Batgirl was more in fear of what   
Catwoman would do if she got control of that much wealth. "She'll go on   
a rampage!" Batgirl thought as she tried in futility to free herself.  
     "What is all this for." Catwoman asked waving her hand at the tubes   
and the machinery. "Where's the diamond?"  
     "Well... its... itss... all a trick..." stammered Lord Easystreet.  
"There   
never was a diamond... its just a lure... See, I've been doing this for  
the   
last 4 years."  
     "Huh? I don't understand..." asked a puzzled Catwoman.  
     "It started out small, just a few nameless bikini models, starlets,   
prostitutes, etc. I'd sucker them to the island for a party or  
something,   
then bottle them up one by one and sell them into white slavery. The   
foreign buyers I got were small time at first but, as the quality and   
notoriety of the girls increased, the more prestige and money I got and   
the better clientele I was able to deal with. Now I'm one of the top  
White   
slavers in the world." the boy yammered.  
     "But you're a billionaire?" said Catowoman.  
     "Well... not really.... after my parents died, all I got was this  
island   
and 10 or 20 million. The American Lung Association got the rest."  
     "Rrrrrr... with money like that you'd think they would have found a   
cure for cancer by now." Catwoman said under her breathe as she   
waved her hand for him to continue.  
     "...anyway, I found out that, if I made the bait more inticing,  
better   
quality women would show up. What added to the excitement was pitting   
them against each other. That's what gave me the idea for the treasure   
hunts. The women that showed up were all power hungry, self centered,   
egotistical, narcissistic bitches, you know the professional types, the   
models, the actresses, the lawyers, business women, the kind of women   
that didn't need anyone and would win at any cost. They were so self   
centered and competitive that they didn't even notice or care whether   
their party mates were disappearing. To them it was a bonus, an   
opportunity to take advantage of. They were so bent on being the   
winner, they didn't know it was a trap till it was too late. The best  
part is,   
since they are such rotten, competitive bitches, no one cared if they   
were missing. I never once had the police out here checking up on   
missing girls. Man, what a bunch of morons. They were so stupid. I   
never saw a bunch of women that needed to be taught a lesson to in all   
my...."  
     Catwoman raised one eye and stared down at the boy. Lord   
Easystreet immediately realized that his large breasted captor was one   
of those "morons" and sucked down a huge gulp.  
     "Is there anything else I need to know..." Catwoman said as she   
leaned down face to face with the boy and ran a razor sharp talon under   
his chin.  
     Frantically, Lord Easystreet panted and thought. "Yes Yess...  
Batgirl   
is really Barbara Gordon, police Commissioner Gordon's daughter and   
Wonder Woman is really Diana Prince from the IADC." he blurted out in   
one long, winded sentence as he clenched his eyes shut.  
     Oh the obsenities those two struggling, furious, bound and gagged   
heroines spouted out under their ball gags as both super women grew   
beat red with angry. If they weren't gagged the comic book code of   
approval would have melted right off all the back issues of Wonder   
Woman and Batgirl from such horrific language.  
     "Purrrrfect.... simply purrrrfeeecccct!" cried Catwoman. "I  
couldn't   
have asked for a better day... WAIT!... yes I could! Androids! Take  
these   
two and escort them to the master bedroom of the main house." ordered   
Catwoman into the mic. "All androids, report to the master bedroom of   
the main house, I repeat, the master bedroom of the main house." she   
ordered again, switching channels on the remote.   
     Laughing like an excited school girl, Catwoman smacked Wonder   
Woman's passing rear. "Yah MULE! Its GANG BANG time!" she   
screamed. Wonder Woman and Batgirl went into a hysterical tyraid of   
struggling and kicking and both had to be carried to the main house.   
  
  
     Wonder Woman's hips rolled upward again in desperation and horror   
as yet another bloated, oversized android penis plunged itself, deep,   
hard and brutally into the over sexed avenger. Pounding, pumping,   
gagging and moaning, the brunette bombshell soared uncontrollably   
toward another mind ripping climax as the mass of ten or so androids   
around her climaxed again and again on, under, over and especially   
inside the totally raped heroine. Under the two piles of undulating,   
pulsating android bodies, an occasional grasping arm, clenching hand or   
twisting foot surface in a desperate attempt at escape, only to be  
pulled   
back down and back into the pool of violently raping automatons.  
     They wouldn't stop. Ruthless, cold, efficient and untiring the  
androids   
continued their massive sexual barrage. Catwoman had no idea of the   
time or how long Wonder Woman and Batgirl were being "entertained".   
She was too busy reviewing Lord Easystreet's financial records and   
having him sign over deeds, power of attorney and so forth to care about   
the moaning and screaming coming from the master bedroom. All she   
knew was, the last two or three episodes of Oprah were pretty lame.  
     The pile of androids across from Wonder Woman swelled and   
pumped more feverishly now as the small whining voice underneath   
began wailing in absolute desperation. Then with one last explosive   
surge. The pile soared upward and then collapsed, its occupant stilled.  
     Wonder Woman's hand exploded from between muscular arms and   
strong backs. Her hand groped the air in desperation as her screams   
grew more intense. The pile of automatons intensified their onslaught   
until, with one last death throw Wonder Woman's arm grew limp and the   
she-avenger collapsed with a final moan.  
     *     *     *  
     Steve Trevor waltzed into the office as Trudy Sommers, the   
receptionist, hung up the phone and turned back to her PC to battle yet   
another weekend's worth of memos. "How's my favorite cutie today."   
smiled Trevor with a small glint in his teeth.  
     "Hee heee... now Steve. You don't want me to sue you for sexual   
harassment, now would you?" she giggled giving him a sassy look.  
     "My, we're sounding more and more like Diana everyday." he replied   
shooting back a grin.  
     "Heaven forbid. Shoot me if I ever become a tree stump like that."   
she said rolling her eyes. "So how was your weekend?" she asked.  
     "OK, got in a few rounds of golf. What worries me though is Diana   
never checked in. Mighty strange for Mssss. Protocol." Steve said   
sarcastically.  
     "That's true. I bet she's just sun and funnin' it at that Lord  
Easystreet   
thingy. Any minute she'll call in sick, just you watch." Trudy replied   
giving Steve a ya' know wink.  
     "Are they here?" asked Trevor shaking his head toward the main   
conference room door.  
     "mmm hmmm... and waiting eagerly for your monthly report." she   
said stapling some sheets together to hand him. The monthly meeting   
was always the same old boring, dull review the budget with the top   
brass thing. Steve dreaded this part of the job more than any other when   
he got his promotion.   
     "Diana gets all the cool assignments and I have to sit by the phone   
like a wet blanket and suck up to those old stiffs." he thought as he   
straightened his tie and walked into the room.  
     The room was dominated by a huge, oval shaped, oak desk. It had   
that old boys look and feel and the twenty old boys sitting around the   
table added to the stiff atmosphere. Steve moved to the front of the   
room, made his usual tasteless icebreaker joke then proceeded with his   
report.   
     "As you can see on the big screen behind me, our budget has been   
going through some bumps and grinds..." Steve started to say as he   
pressed the remote and the big monitor came to life. The men then   
began to bustle and mumble to each other in an unusual display of   
shock and amazement.   
     "Wow, they must really be impressed with that pie chart I did in   
Lotus." Steve thought to himself proudly, knowing he was all thumbs   
when it came to computers. He turned to view his handiwork and his jaw   
nearly hit the floor.  
     The monitor was not of a pie chart but of Diana Prince's office  
down   
the hall. A video camera showed Diana bound spread eagle to her desk   
with a huge, penis dildo shoved into her mouth and held there by tape.   
Her massive breasts were coiled with several loops of rope into two   
large, sloshing bowling balls of jello-ey flesh and each nipple was   
pierced and hung with a huge, gold ring. Leather straps were tied to   
each ring and to the ceiling pulling her breasts up and taught.  
     Her ass was plugged with yet another, obvious, penis replica, held   
firm by more tape. As her hips soared and rolled about, her butt would   
come down on the table and on the dildo sending it plunging in and out   
of her ass and sending her back up in torment.  
     The worst part was the two, yes two, oversized dildos forced firmly   
into her ravaged vagina making her look like a man smoking two cigars.   
They were humming and vibrating like the pump on a fish tank and they   
were driving her insane with agony. She moaned and rolled about in   
mindless sexual torture as she put on the most erotic display of female   
suffrage Steve could ever hope of seeing, or pay for.  
     Her whole body was cum soaked, beaten, bruised, dildo fucked,   
toasted with cigarettes, whipped, spanked, scratched and otherwise   
mangled to the point that it was extremely obvious this woman had been   
severely gang raped and sexually destroyed. Then Steve gasped in   
shock. "The red boots, the tiara it can't be." Sure enough, Diana was   
wearing just enough of Wonder Woman's outfit to give Steve the clue   
that Diana Prince was really....  
  
     WONDER WOMAN IN ALL HER GLORY...  
     KISS... KISS...  
     CATWOMAN  
  
     Said the note pinned through Diana's belly button. The wheels   
turned, the buttons clicked and the registers rung up sale as all the  
men   
in the room finally figured out what one plus one equaled.  
  
     *     *     *  
  
     The band played hail to the chief and the music sounded more like   
the tootings of an amateur high school football band than a professional   
arrangement due to the bustling and chit-chatting of the awaiting crowd   
that drowned out their tune. The rows of old ladies, gentlemen, couples   
and retired citizenry that had nothing better to do that day than to  
come   
out to Gotham Park on a Monday morning began to clap as   
Commissioner Gordon took the stage.  
     "Thank you people of Gotham. Its a proud day for our fine city. A  
day   
that we will all remember. But first, let me introduce someone who needs   
no introduction; Batman and Robin" he said with a proud grin as he   
clapped to urge the dynamic duo onto the stage. The crowd, camera   
men and newspaper reports hunkered closer to the stage as the crowd   
applauded wildly the two humble crime fighters as they strolled up,   
tipping their cowls and waving their hands at the cheering masses.  
    "Thank you citizenry. Thank you. Your applause is gracious but   
undeserved." Batman said humbly. "We are simply citizens like yourself   
doing our part to make Gotham the fine city it is."  
     "That's right. And each and everyone of you can be a hero as well  
if   
you obey the law and practice good government." added the boy   
wonder, slamming his point home with his patented fist in the glove   
punch.  
     "Batman, today Gotham honors you and the boy wonder with a most   
auspicious show of gratitude. Today we honor the cape crusader by   
declaring today Batman day!" the Commissioner said proudly as he   
shook Batman's hand and handed him a plaquared denoting the day's   
establishment. The crowd went into another tyraid of cheers and   
clapping as Batman accepted the award.  
     "And that's not all. To mark this day, Gotham city is proud to  
erect   
this fine monument to the scourge of crime." Commissioner Gordon   
announced as he waved his hand in a Vanna style pass at the huge   
object behind the stage covered by a tarp.   
     "I present the Batman statue." he said as he pulled the line to  
drop   
the tarp. The crowd burst into applause again, but, like a fart in an   
elevator, the mood quickly turned somewhat distressing. Commissioner   
Gordon and the Dynamic Duo turned and....  
     "HOLY HARD ON BATMAN!!!!!"  
     The statue was a ten foot replica of Batman standing proud and tall   
with his hands on his hips and his cape (made of pewter and stone)   
waving to one side with Robin standing action ready an waiting to   
pounce on the cape side. The statue was ominous in itself but, what   
really stood out was the screaming, bucking and wiggling female form   
lashed to the front of it.  
     Batgirl was tied across Batman's chest like the Christ's  
crucifixion   
only her legs were very much apart. Her gyrating hips were secured to   
Batman's waist with coils of rope and she was slammed down onto a   
mock, stone penis that was protruding from Batman's crotch and straight   
into the plucky avenger's battered cunt. Her humiliating image was   
augmented by the latex penis dildo secured in her mouth and the other   
one shoved deep into her tight ass. Her plump breasts were nipple   
pierced with huge gold rings and leather straps pulled them tight and   
down to the base of the statue. Her body was covered with bruises, whip   
marks, stained cum and scratches and she seemed almost delirious   
from sexual torment and humiliation. All she was wearing was her mask,   
gloves and shin boots with the rest exposed for hundreds of gasping   
onlookers and millions of television watchers to view.  
     "Saint preserve us Commissioner its Batgirl!" Chief O'Hara   
exclaimed as though he were the very last person on Earth to realize   
this obvious fact.   
     "Batman LOOK!" Robin yelled pointing rudely and obviously at the   
naked girl.  
     "Yes, YES... she's worried about something... her eyes.... see how   
she's keeps staring in fear at the sides of her face." Batman explained  
to   
the Boy Wonder as all the men stood there like zombies, none of them   
getting the clue to CUT THE WOMAN DOWN!  
     Suddenly, Batgirl screamed wildly under her dildo gag as some cat   
twine shimmied in the sunlight and grew taught. In one fell swoop,   
Batgirl's mask, gloves and boots came zipping off and revealed....  
     "Hey! Isn't that Barbara Gordon, police Commissioner Gordon's   
daughter?" cried out one of the reporters as he pointed at the now   
hysterically panicked heroine.   
    "Yes, you're right! Batgirl IS Barbara Gordon!" screamed another   
reporter who rushed with a group of other news hounds to the nearest   
pay phone.  
     Commissioner Gordon stood and gasped in horror at his now totally   
nude, dildo fucked little girl. "Barbara..."  
     Off in the distance, a fur covered Corvette with a long, black tail   
slowly pulled away from the park as more and more people rushed to   
see the spectacle.  
      RRRRAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!