Batgirl- Slavegirl Part II

By E.NCuire

Aw, what the heck... I'm not going for the disclaimers again... Hey, I'm not getting paid for this, just writing it for fun for myself and my friends who want to read it,

right? Andd you admit you're an adult if you've come this far, right? And you guys all know who owns copyright to the characters in this story, right? So let's get on with the story...

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Diana Prince was surprised at the phone call. It came in on her open line at her apartment,

the one she used as Diana and not the top secret phone she had hidden away that she used

seldomly as Wonder Woman.

She knew the voice to be that of Robin, Batman's trusty lieutenant and formerly known as Boy Wonder. Robin, however had forever been changed in a dastardly experiment conducted on him by that nefariously evil witch, Bwitcha. Robin was no longer a boy. Robin was equally as gorgeous a girl as Barbara Gordon with a body approaching that of Wonder Woman herself.

"Wonder Woman..." Said Robin. "Batgirl is missing and has been for three days... It's not like her at all... Batman is off on a case right now so I've no where else to turn..."

"Ahhh... I'll have Wonder Woman get back to you..." Said Diana quickly. She had no idea Robin and Batman knew her real identity and this bothered her. "Let me have five minutes..."

Good to her word, Wonder Woman phoned Robin back five minutes later on the secure phone. "Tell me what you know... And never use that other number to call me on..."

Wondie was sorry she'd used that tone immediately. Robin sobbed, female hormones not yet completely in balance.

"Babs said something about some party where all the biggest criminal minds were meeting,

somewhere in the Country... I told her it was too dangerous to go alone but she told me she was just going to get into the Estate and take pictures... I wanted to go with her but she told me I had to hold down the Fort for Batman... What do we do now?"

"We dont do anything, Robin... I'll use some of my informants and find out what's going down... You stay put, hear me?"

Wondie made some phone calls and got swift answers. She decided to infiltrate the Party as a parody of Wonder Woman and dressed accordingly. Yannis Karapiperis, the head of the local Greek Maffia family owed her a big favor and told her he'd take her as his, ah,

girlfriend but she would have to dress up like a whore.

The ultra tight corset was gold leather and she'd bought it at a kinky boutique since it was a parody of her own corset and boustiere. She'd added blue latex, extremely brief panties with white stars on them, crotch high red boots copied after her own chosen bootwear and shoulder length red gloves with white inch wide 'cuffs' at their tops. She then added makeup to her already beautiful visage and was surprised by a face she knew could attract her, let alone any others. She looked like a ravishing yet innocent hooker rather than the powerful Amazon she was. I think I see what all the guys get off on now I'm dressed so, ahhh... Kinky..."

Yannis almost came in his pants when she climbed into the limo with him. "Oh, Melina Mercury..." He gasped. "You look like every Greek's wet dream..."

Wonder Woman preened at the compliment. Yannis was a good guy and had a taste for the most beautiful of Women. He'd even tried to bed Wonder Woman while being arrested by her and she'd gone easy on the charges since he had only moved other Criminals out of town and not moved in on their territory. He was against drug dealing and prostitution as well and had tunred informant more than once on Child Pornography rings. He would not hear of children being exploited.

The limo had to go through several security checkpoints but Yannis had the correct credentials so they finally arrived at Selena's Country Estate. Wondie wished she had brought some kind of cape but they were quickly inside the mansion where the unbelievable greeted Wondie's eyes.

A huge mastiff was climbing on Batgirl's back and she was just kneeling there on all fours with a look of abject lust written on her face. Wondie could see the dog's massive growth benieth him as he encircled Bagirl's slim waist with his paws before plunging... No forplay for this denizen. One of Batgirl's gloved hands had gone blow her to aid the dog to find it's intended mark and Batgirl's mouth went into a sexy "O" as the dog filled her to capacity before starting on that journey called 'Mating'...

"What have they done to her? Batgirl shouldn't be letting that dog do that..." Went Wondie to herself. Oh, she knew Babs had gotten pretty wild sexually in the past, specially after having been captured and abused once too often by Catwoman. Babs had even persuaded Wondie and Supergirl to tie her up and abuse her sexually more than once.

Wasn't it that Mr.X who had organized her to be disgraced and degraded at Catwoman's hands and more?

"SSS-s-s-s-s-sss... What have we here..." Came tones Wondie had also come to know and hate because of that nefarious Mr.X. Selena Kyle had come up beside the Amazon and was using her gloved hand to stroke the bulging boobflesh ballooning above Wondie's boustiere. "This one looks almost good enough to be... But it cant be... Wonder Woman..."

Too quickly for Wonder Woman to react, another gloved hand encircled her head from the other side, bearing with it a white cloth with an odor Wondie had smelled before. The last thing Wondie looked at was the defeated face of her escort before she was lowered to the ground.

It was a while before Wonder Woman came out of the ether and her head hurt. Slowly memory came trickling back before she suddenly started. She tried to move and realized she was well tied between two columns, shackles around each booted ankle and each gloved wrist so she was held some six inches above the marble floor, each arm drawn out

to maximum extension so she could barely turn her abundant body. Her legs were well splayed too so that hands could feat between her long legs at will. She sobbed as she saw Batgirl, the one she'd come to rescue, still on the floor but on her back as a french poodle

sought relief for it's horny little self between Babs' accomodating lips.

Babs' long yellow booted legs were splayed lewdly with no attempt by the Heroine to cover herself up or wipe at the creamy drool oozing from her pussy and rectum.

"Darn it..." Went Wonder Woman. "She's panting in orgasm..."

Batgirl was. Her mighty chest, once a so perfect 36DD and expanded because of so many manipulations by so many of the criminal element to an astounding 40FF was moving like two jello molds, shimmering and sloshing as if in an earthquake. She was panting out an orgasm in degredation she could not refuse. Nor did she want to thanks to whatever had been given her to turn her on like never before.

"You think this cant happen to you?" Came the voice she'd heard just before she'd been chloroformed. Wondie shook her head in the negative.

"I have plans for you, Wonder Woman... Part of those plans was for a makeover to give you the appearance of a whore... You've made my job easier because you've already accomplished that first job for me..."

Selena went on while her hand stole down to Wondie's scrap covered puss and started playing with it. "You, my dear Wonder Whore, are going to be the one degrading your little slutbat friend... You will help in debasing her so badly she and you will never be able to set foot in Gotham again wearing your silly costumes... You're Done Wonder whore... and you know it..."

Right now, Wonder Woman was in two minds. One was to lash out verbally at Selena and the other was getting turned on by the expert manipulation being exercised between her labia. Wonder Woman would be the last to admit it but she had a masochistic streak that turned her to jelly when she was bound and incapacitated. Then, too, was that inkling of a

thought that crept into her head. She loved to see the pretty Batgirl degraded and could see herself aiding in Babs' defilement, too.

"Oh, my... Look at what you did to my glove..." Went Selena loudly enough for all to hear. She'd pulled her gloved hand away from the Amazon's pussy and it was dripping in femoil, femoil that was also drooling down the Amazon's legs and into the tops of those long boots. "I think we've found the perfect tool to debase Batgirl completely.

One who will enjoy the task to the maximum and get off on it besides..."

Wonder Woman reddened. Selena, it seems, had found out her biggest longing but that's all it was to Wonder Woman. Longing. "I'll never degrade my friend, you... You fiend...

Nothing you can do to me can force me to do that..." She spat at her tormentor.

"Oh, I can assure you... You will soon be begging me to let you abuse her... And Batslut will be begging you to abuse her too... You Stupidheroines just keep coming back for more and you're too dumb to know when your're beaten... Hahahahahahaha" Wonder Woman hoped Selena did not notice the sob that went through her gorgeous form.

"I have a little gift for you now, Wonderslut-t-t-t!" Went Selena gleefully as she clapped her gloved hands together... "Aren't you excited? You are getting to be the guinea pig testslut for a new medication a dear friend of mine in the Middle East had his chemists work up for me... We did try it on two Female athletes but, oh, it was so ss-a-a-addd...

They weren't in good enough physical condition for the drug and couldn't take the pain

given them from the administration of the drug... You, however, are the potent Amazon slut so you should have no problem putting up with a little pain, n'est ce pas?"

"You are truly a witch, Selena... I will see you dead for what you've done to Batgirl..."

"Dear wondercunt... How exciting... You are turning against the whole Superheroine credo when you make a threat like that... Now to free those appendages you call breasts..."

So saying, Selena took a breastcup in each gloved hand and tugged downward, allowing Wondie's amazing boobs to spring free, bobbling like the heads of those dogs seen on car parcel shelves. Wondie's nipples came to instant attention as the met the colder air and the audience gasped at the splendor of breastflesh sloshing up and down and defying every tenet of Sir Isaac Newton. Here was a Woman with breasts a full forty two inches and thripple eff in cup size, that needed no support from man made appliances yet were clearly not enhanced by silicone.

The two 'nurses' who brought the medication were undoubtably cute and with bodies that would be those in a teen's wet dream. Both were identical twin Blonds and both attired in mini coats of white rubber, knee high white rubber boots with six inch heels and long, long white rubber gloves. Both were capped with pseudo nurses caps of the same material and color but bearing a red cross to designate their occupation. It was not to the cute nurses or their outfits that Wondie's eyes affixed however, but to a syringe held in one of the gloved hands. Wondie shuddered, knowing full well where that needle was to enter her.

"Oh, my..." Went Selena. "She's quaking at the prospect of the needle in her nipple... I'm afraid it has to be a long one because it has to go so deep in rather... Ah-h-h... Oversized mellons... We had to select one from the veterinary supply since those for Humans would not have been long enough..."

"Please..." Went Wonder Woman, quaking in her boots. "P-u-u-ll-e-e-ezze!"

"Isn't she brave, ladeeze and gentlemen??? She's Begging for it-t-t-t..."

Selena was already squeezing one of Wondie's large nipples between gloved fingers and it was growing with the manipulation. Wondie was trying desperately to thrash in her bonds but to no avail. Her secret masochistic bent was also taking effect and pain/pleasure was already coursing through the Amazon's body, even before Selena took the huge syringe that had been filled for her and now s-l-o-w-l-y started it on it's punishing journey into the milk duct of the stiffened nipple.

"ANGGGGH... PU-LEEZEEE" Went Wonder Woman, intense PAIN assailing her. She was shuddering in distress and pain such as she'd never yet encountered

yet drooling down her legs gave evidence of a pleasure she was also enduring.

"See, my friends... She's crying out for more... Do you think we should hurt her further?"

"Oh, yes-s-s-s..." came the thundering answer as Selena started injecting the fluid in the syringe, having burried it to it's full six inch depth.

Wonder Woman's tortured body arched, her muscles spasming beautifully with power. Tears rolled down her face as humungous pain assailed her inner breastflesh and she felt like about a gallon of some acidic medication had been injected. Her breast was tingling and seemed to be aboil on the inside and hurting so much she hardly noticed Selena repeating the injection into her other boob. Wonder Woman's head was tossing long ebonyblue hued tresses from side to side while tears splashed outward to rain over Selena and the two darling nurselings. Tears and the sap that was coming from between those long booted legs. Wonder Woman could not help herself any longer. She felt the orgasm start buidling in her booted toes and climb, with the rush of a freight train, up those legs, past her salivating pussy, up and into her breasts and through her head leaving her short of breath as she panted in a continuous orgasm such as she'd never endured. She thought she would pass out and wondered about her own heart as it seemed to thump in her chest like a battering ram. Wonder Woman wondered if she was to burst that heart and if this was to be the end of her.

Some of the guests had, meantime, taken Batgirl to hand and had instructed their girlfriends to bathe Babs in the fountain and make her clean enough for a fucking. Four of the many girlfriends, possibly jealous of the growing effects Babs was having on their escorts and possibly because of some deep buried lesbian tendencies of their own, grabbed the well fucked Heroine and climbed into the fountain with her, not caring a damn about the effect of the water on their leather, PVC or rubber outfits or boots. They were moments later using best lye soap to lave the still orgasming rubber dolly, gloves forcing the lye soap deep inside her three wells. (She did grimmace in distaste for the soap now in her mouth)

While one of the girls held Babs' hands behind her now, the other three took turns using Batgirl's boobs as convenient punching bags and Babs, had she been a little more sane, would have sworn at least two of them had trained in the boxing ring. Gloved hands were burying themselves wrist deep in each magnificent mammary with a gusto cheered on by their respective boyfriends but even these gym fit babes had to tire sometime.

"I goota go pee..." Announced Trisha, a calf high booted Blond who's boot tops were under the surface of the fountain water... "I think her boots look pretty accomodating..."

Accomodate, they did. Looking like they'd possibly done this deed times before for various audiences, the four girls squatted, two by two, over the tops of Batgirl's yellow boots and, with looks of conventration and then relief, sent hissingly hot streams of yellow to join the yellow of the boots before high fiving each other on a job well done.

Wonder Woman wondered what was coming over her. She was slowly coming out of her swoon and felt like... Felt like... She was about to...Cu-m-m-m-m-m... And did.

"This can not be happening to *Me-e-e-e*..." She went to herself. " *I* am an Amazon... I can control these urges..."

Famous last words, Wondie... She orgasmed again for good (Make that BAD ) measure and realized she was looking at the Supertoilet with absolute Lust...

How will Wonder Woman get out of this pickle??? Will her baser, drug induced yearnings be turned against Batgirl? Can Batgirl survive the continuous abuse?

Only time (and the next chapter) can answer those questions...