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 Batgirl and Wonder Woman
 Author unknown

 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.

Part 2

     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.

Part 3

     "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.

Part 4

     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.

Part 5

     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. 

 Part 6

     "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.


     W     A     R     N     I     N     G

Presenting Batgirl and Wonder Woman Part 6

     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.


 Part 7

     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!"


Part 8

     "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!

Part 9

     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.

 Part 10

     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. 

Part 11

     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!!!!





















