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 socialite 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 woman'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 woman emerged.

The silver haired aristocratic 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 huffed 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 highlights 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 went 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 ROBOT!" 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 solar plexus 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 android.

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 dogs, it was only a matter of time before the prey would

fall to the predators.

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 junior high school geek going to the beach for the first time. His outfit consisted of an oversized swimsuit that loosely hung down to his pale knees and a Madonna Concert Tour T-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 hyperactive teen knew was some force slammed into his solar plexus 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... sniff sniff... 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... sniff... women just don't respect me, you know..."

"I know."

"They try and take advantage of me sniff..."

"I know"

"I'm.. sniff... 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 both to gain some leverage and knock the little creep off. She was an expert fighter but before she could get a grip on this slimy kid to flip him off of her she felt a shock course through her system.

From somewhere above her a thin blue beam of light was dancing across her forehead and shone in her eyes. It wasn't the brilliance of the light that dazzled her. Her head and eyes felt warm, and well, sexual. It became hard for her to think.

It was like suddenly her eyebrows were twin clitorises and she was about to have a head orgasm.

"You like my little toy?" Lord Easystreet chuckled as he continued to fondle and mash the now quivering heroine's breasts.

A moan escaped Barbara's lips.

"Whaaat? Whaaaat's haaappeeening to meeee?"

"I call it my Orgasmatron. It stimulates the nerve plexus for any part of the female body it touches and produces intense sexual feelings locally and generally all over."

Batgirl's breaths were starting to come in short panting bursts now. She tried to shake her head from side to side to escape the intense sensations that were flooding her mind. At the same time she felt the rest of her body start to respond to the stimulations. She felt her nipples puckering up both from the effects of this weird blue ray and from Lord Easystreet's ongoing ministrations.

"You little.... OOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Lord Easystreet knew he almost had her now. He could play his Orgasmatron beam all over the now quivering super hero's body as Tara, Tasha and Yumi had with Wonder Woman but he had other plans. Besides, he could always do that later if he wanted to.

No. Now he was going to give this once arrogant lass the fucking of her life. He wasn't "hung" like Catwoman's henchmen, but as they say. Well sort of, its not the size of the dog in the fight so to speak, but the size of the..

Well, whatever. It really didn't matter what they say or said right now.

As Barbara's eyes grew wider and unfocused, the young rapist turned his attention from his captive's now taunt and erect breasts to her bikini bottoms. He slid his thumbs under the edges and slowly pulled them down her long, shapely legs.

Despite the many scratches, bruises and abrasions from the ministrations of Catwoman and her henchmen, Ms. Gordon was definitely one beautiful and desirable looking woman.

He touched a button on his "special watch" and the light beam grew brighter. Barbara's moans grew louder as the Orgasmatron's intensity increased the sensations in her head.

Lord Easystreet looked down between Barbara's now parted thighs and grinned with satisfaction as he watched her hips start to gyrate and undulate in a rhythm of their own. The distressed damsel's mindlessly grinding pelvis was making sucking noises in the mud.

Boy, talk about virtual reality. Well time to take this to the next level and make this a virtual fucking of the highest order. After all, as he knelt down between the unseeing crime fighters thighs, he had control of the ultimate mind fuck.

With a sigh of pleasure he entered the ravaged vixen's pussy with a single thrust and timed it to an increase to maximum intensity of his Orgasmatron's beam.

Barbara's wails of pleasure could be heard almost through out the complex.

* * *

She came. Not like a school girl. Not like a college girl. Not like a wife. Not like a whore. 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 orifices 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 they 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 dominated 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 total 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 amazon, 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 preceded 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 Easystreet's 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 glad 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. Like you, she had no idea there was such a thing as an Orgasmatron ray until it was to late. It was only a matter of time then WHAM! It was a one man 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 anger 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 Catwoman.

"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 enticing, 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 obscenities those two struggling, furious, bound and gagged heroines spouted out under their ball gags as both super women grew beat red with anger. 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 tirade of struggling and kicking and both had to be carried to the main house.

Wonder Woman's hips rolled upward again in desperation and horror as yet another bloated, oversized android penis plunged itself, deep, hard and brutally into the over sexed avenger. Pounding, pumping, gagging and moaning, the brunette bombshell soared uncontrollably toward

another mind ripping climax as the mass of ten or so androids around her climaxed again and again on, under, over and especially inside the totally raped heroine. Under the two piles of undulating, pulsating android bodies, an occasional grasping arm, clenching hand or twisting

foot surfaced 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.

* * * * *

Wonder Woman moaned again. She was on her knees, her hands bound behind her and to her ankles bending her over backwards. But that was not the worst of it. Far from it. She was almost suspended in the air by a pair of lines that descended from the ceiling to a pair of large fish hooks that Catwoman had pierced through her nipples. The force was pulling her huge breasts like a pair of giant road cones up into the air.

Her head spun with a combination of pain and... pleasure.

Pleasure? Dammit! Catwoman had Lord Easystreet's Orgasmatron beam aimed at both her breasts. The huge, taut mammeries quivered in dueling feelings of erotic pain and intense pleasure.

She had no idea how long she had been suspended like this or what was next but memories of the past few days fuzzily drifted through her head.

She remembered having her tongue pierced and being deep kissed by Catwoman. Catwoman had played and tormented her for hours. Caressing her breasts, stroking her thighs, fingering her clit while alternately soul kissing her and asking her questions.

The cat must have brought Diana to the very edge of orgasm more times than she could count. She felt like a violin that was being played by a talented musician. Only the scales were not notes plucked from strings but her moans and sighs of pleasure and frustration.

It seemed to last for hours. Teetering right on the edge. She had been subjected to so many forced climaxes over the past week that she thought it would never matter whether she came again or not.

But she was wrong. Very wrong. She found herself saying and doing anything to please Catwoman in the hopes that her tormentor would just let her come.

The once mighty heroine sobbingly told Catwoman anything and everything she wanted to know. The now totally tamed and broken willed brunette told her tormentor about Paradise Island. About her sister Drusilla, her mother Queen Hippolyte and their weaknesses. Under Catwoman's coaxing and manipulations she explained the easiest way to control an Amazon and the secrets of her magic lasso and so on.

In between her increasingly desperate moans of pleasure. In between her begging Catwoman to allow her to climax. In between her anguished groans of frustration as once again she felt herself teetering on the edge of an intense mind blowing climax only to have it come to a screeching halt and then recede, the now totally dominated Diana told Catwoman everything.

Her role at IADC. The building's layout, security systems, vaults, agents and communications systems. She held nothing back in an attempt to win her tormentor's approval and earn an end to her suffering.

That was just before Wonder Woman had been taken to Lord Easystreet's stables where she had been forced to deep throat Lord Easystreet's prize stallion, Max. Short for Maximillian. Max's name had been the only thing "short" about that horse.

God he had produced a lot of cum.

And that was just the beginning. Diana had been bent over a saddle rack in front of several bales of hay. The stallion had been brought around behind her and had mounted her.

He was huge! If her thoroughly raped and ravaged pussy hadn't been stretched to such extremes by dildos of almost every size and shape by Lord Easystreet's, now Catwoman's Androids, the stallion would surely have split her in two. Instead the once mighty Amazon Princess groaned in pleasure and humiliation.

She had no idea how long Max had "rode her" or how many times she had come. But she had been, as they say, rode hard and put to bed wet. The sounds of her moans and Catwoman's laughter still rang in her ears.

And now. Hera! As her back and shoulders ached and her breasts were pulled to the sky, was there no end to this torment? What could Catwoman possibly do to torment and humiliate her further? She didn't know if she had the strength or courage to guess. She only knew that it would be "bad" and hoped that it would be good.

* * * * *

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 sunnin' 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 a naked Diana on her back bound spread eagle to her desk. Behind her glasses her eyes were wide open, unseeing and uncomprehending and she had a huge, penis dildo shoved into her mouth. Held there by clear plastic packing 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 that were 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 bracelets, 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.

Part 12

As Commissioner Gordon crossed the lobby of Gotham City's Police headquarters towards the private elevator that led to his office, he wondered yet again how things were going on Lord Easystreet's Island. It had been almost 8 days since Batgirl had talked him into sending Barbara to Lord Easystreet's Diamond Hunt and not a word from either of them. With someone like Batgirl, it wasn't unusual to go for days or weeks between contacts. But not so his little Barbara.

As of last night, the IADC had not heard from their agent, Diana Prince either. All inquires from both agencies came up against a blank wall of vague misdirection and assurances that none of the Diamond Hunt Women were still on the property. In fact no one had heard form any of the "guests".

As he entered the elevator he began to worry yet again about his little Barbara. Well actually she was a grown woman now but in his mind she would always be his "little girl". Normally a day didn't go by that he didn't talk with Barbara or at least trade voice mail messages with her. As the elevator ascended to the back entrance to his office, his inner sanctum, Commissioner Gordon decided that if he hadn't heard from either of them by the end of today, he was going to have the Gotham City District Attorney swear out a search warrant for Lord Easystreet's Estate. By God he would get to the bottom of things today! One way or the other he would talk to or have his Babs safe in his arms before the sun rose again!

Feeling better now that he had settled on a course of action, the commissioner exited his elevator intent on setting his decision into action. He stepped through the private entrance to his office and stopped short in shock.

It was Batgirl. But rather than standing in her usual confident, even brazen and slightly seductive stance that always made him feel somewhat intimidated and uncomfortable, she was bound nearly naked spread eagled atop his desk. Her head rolled from side to side and her hips humped up and down desperately in a weird, wild, constant series of undulations as she wore only her trade mark cowl, gloves and boots.

Her mouth formed a round red O around a ring gag that was held in place with a leather strap. Her large perky breasts were wrapped with several strips of leather into two large jiggling grapefruit sized balls of quivering flesh. Both nipples were pierced with large gold rings and were unnaturally elongated by leather straps that ran from each ring to the ceiling, pulling the femme crime fighter's breasts up and taunt.

As Commissioner Gordon squinted for a closer look he noticed that Batgirl had a large dildo protruding from her butt and secured in place with clear plastic packing tape. Each time the super heroine's hips would come down on his desk, it would drive the phallus painfully into her aching rectum sending her back up in torment.

He also noted a strange beam of blue light that seemed to be coming from somewhere in his office ceiling. It was focused directly on Batgirl's wildly gyrating pussy.

As he started towards Batgirl he noticed she seemed to be oblivious to his presence.

'How could this be? How could the great Batgirl end up in predicament like this? He must be dreaming. This can't be real'

As he drew closer to the trussed and tormented female crime fighter, he couldn't help but note that from head to toe, Batgirl's entire body seemed to be criss crossed with an extensive pattern of scratches, bruises, multiple welts and other marks he couldn't make out.

There was a note safety pinned through Batgirl's naval. He was sure the note had some message of import for him but Batgirl's undulations were making the words a blur.

Batgirl moaned and rolled about in mindless sexual torture. It was obvious even to the frequently prudish Commissioner that this woman had been used, abused, raped and otherwise sexually destroyed.

As he reached up to untie one of Batgirl's legs, the strange blue light shifted to the note pinned to Batgirl's belly button.

Good morning Commissioner, it read, do you know where your daughter is?

Just then a woman's voice filled the room. "Sit down Commissioner Gordon."

He froze and looked about his office for the source of the voice.

"I said sit down Commissioner. That is if you ever want to see Barbara again." the voice purred with a familiarity that struck fear in his heart.

CATWOMAN!

His knees grew weak as he wobbled over to his chair and sat down with the obviously sexually tormented crime fighter still moaning and undulating in front of him.

The large television set the commissioner used to monitor breaking news stories in Gotham City came on and there was the smiling image of Catwoman staring at him.

"How do you like your Bat Slut?" Catwoman purred. "You know you should never send a girl to do a woman's job."

"What have you done with my daughter?" Commissioner Gordon shouted as he jumped up out of his chair and strode towards the TV, suddenly oblivious to the moaning, gyrating tormented crime fighter bound to his desk.

Catwoman's laughter filled the office and then in a steely voice that brooked no disobedience. "I said sit down!" and then in a softer, teasing purr, "You do want to see your daughter again, don't you?"

Commissioner Gordon stood momentarily flushed in anger and confusion. The air was filled with Batgirl's anguished moans and his own harsh breathing as his emotions warred between drop kicking the TV with Catwoman's image out the window and forcing himself to calm down.

"That wasn't a suggestion Commissioner." Catwoman stated in a soft but flat tone of voice.

Reluctantly Commissioner Gordon backed up and slumped heavily down in his chair.

"That's better." Catwoman purred again.

"As you can see..."

A series of images slowly flashed across the TV screen.

"...Batslut here was a flop..."

Scenes of Batgirl sucking on a giant cock, having an even larger penis shoved up her ass, scenes of her being screwed by three men at once appeared one after another.

"...at both deterring crime or protecting anyone."

More scenes scrolled across the screen of Batgirl being suspended in the air by her wrists. Of Catwoman whipping her with, of course, a cat-of-nine tails.

"Especially herself."

"Still more images of Batgirl being dildo fucked by Catwoman. That faded into another of Batgirl tied down on her hands and knees and being screwed doggie style by a large German Shepherd.

"Your little Batslut does have her uses though."

In all the images Batgirl was wearing only her signature boots, gloves and cowl. More of them flowed across the screen. Batgirl being screwed in the mud by a small man wearing rubber flippers(?). Batgirl reclining backwards across a bar stool. The stool's seat in the small of her back with her ankles and wrists bound to the stool's legs.

Batgirl had what appeared to be large fish hooks through each nipple attached to lines running up towards the ceiling and pulling her breasts taunt like two cones. Much like hers were being pulled taunt now as she continued to moan and flop about his desk.

The next scene showed Batgirl in the same position while being raped by a large dark haired woman with a strap on dildo. Commissioner Gordon watched in fascinated horror as the next scene showed the still trussed up Batgirl not only being ravished by the large woman who was beginning to look vaguely familiar as a smiling Catwoman was straddling Batgirl's face.

This final scene faded back to Catwoman's smugly smiling face.

"Yeesssss", she purred. "Your little Batslut definitely has her uses."

Commissioner Gordon sat in stunned silence. His mind was a turmoil of rage and emotions. The only sounds in his inner sanctum was his heavy breathing, Batgirl's continued moans and the desperate staccato of her hips banging on his desk.

"Commissioner. Do I have your attention now." Catwoman purred.

He paused for a moment and then reluctantly nodded.

"I didn't hear you Commissioner. If you don't want me to entertain myself with your daughter.."

The image on the screen shifted to a picture of Barbara Gordon standing naked in some sort of large tube or cylinder. Her eyes were closed, as if asleep and she had some sort of breathing mask over her mouth and nose and her hands appeared to be secured behind her. The image was a little out of focus but it was definitely Barbara.

"Yes." he almost hissed in frustration. A little more loudly, "I said yes."

"Gooooooodddd." Catwoman purred again. "All you need to do to have daddy's precious little girl back in your arms is perform one simple task."

"I suppose you want me to stand all my men down, give you the combinations and security codes to every bank, jewelry store and art gallery in Gotham City. Something like that?" he asked with icy sarcasm.

"No no. Nothing of the sort. Nothing that would put your career in jeopardy or force you to break your oath of duty to the good citizens of Gotham."

The feline domitrix paused for a moment.

"No, what I have in mind is something both a little more personal and much more of a well... pleasurable nature."

She paused again and her televised image seemed to stare right into his eyes.

Catwoman's image faded out to be replaced by a picture of ...

... Batgirl's continued sexual torment on his desk with him in the background staring off screen.

He flinched with a start like someone had just poked him with a cattle prod. 'Good lord, this evil vixen had his office bugged with a video camera of some sort as well.

Just then the blue light shining down on Batgirl's feverishly humping loins seemed to grow a little brighter in intensity. Batgirl's muffled moans seemed to take on a new intensity and if anything, the rhythm of her gyrations picked up in tempo. It almost sounded like a telegraph operator hopped up on speed tapping out a never ending series of desperate dots and dashes as Batgirl's hips continued to slap against his desk.

Catwoman's voice broke through the sounds of the sexually tormented crimefighters anguished moans.

"All you have to do is let little Batslut here suck your dick and once its hard, you'll fuck her on your desk."

The commissioner just stared in stunned silence.

"Use your little Batslut for what she's best for and I guarantee you will have your daughter back in your loving embrace within the hour."

Commissioner Gordon stood mute as he slowly shifted his gaze from the television set to the moaning crime fighter who up until two weeks ago, had always made him a little uncomfortable with her sultry sexuality and now was the helpless plaything of this sadistic criminal. A criminal who still had his Barbara.

"Do it not and well... I can find ways to entertain myself for weeks with your little girl."

Batgirl's guttural cries coming out through the center of the ring gag were both desperate and almost pleading in nature. He looked back again at the television set which now showed the image of his daughter in the clear tube again.

This was terrible. But what choice did he have.

"OK Catwoman" he stage whispered hoarsely.

"I'll do your bidding this one time." as began to remove his shoes and socks. "But I'm doing it for Barbara and not for any 'pleasure' as you put it."

"Nonsense!" Catwoman laughed. "Do you have any idea how many men would pay a fortune to do what you're being 'forced' to do? To play hide the salami with Batcunt there?"

She laughed at Commissioner Gordon's shocked expression. None the less he continued on with his assigned "task" and removed his coat, tie and shirt.

"Why, now that I've broken and properly trained Batslut there to her true use and potential, I could have sold her for a fortune on the black market or to the Joker or the Penguin."

The commissioner glared at her image as he removed his trousers and neatly folded them over the back of his chair.

Catwoman went on, "I wonder how much they would pay and what demented sexual torments they might have in store for your daughter if I were to offer her to them?"

Standing in just his boxer shorts and T-shirt commissioner Gordon glared at the TV screen again.

"Just do as I tell you and neither of us need to find out." Catwoman instructed. "Now pull your cock out, climb up on your desk and feed it into Batslut's well practiced mouth."

The commissioner reluctantly complied. This was humiliating. Somewhat awkwardly he climbed up the side of his desk and positioned himself above Batgirl's head.

As he began to straddle Batgirl's face and bring his still limp cock to her ring gagged lips, he didn't notice the stream of blue light playing on Batgirl's loins fade out and then go away. What he did notice was Batgirl's gaze slowly seemed to come into focus as he lowered himself closer to her open mouth.

* * * *

Pain... Pleasurable Pain.... Aughhh. Her breasts burned in erotic torment and she felt something massive painfully inserted up her overstretched and much abused rectum. How long had this been going on this time?

These were the first thoughts that drifted through the orgasm fogged thoroughly broken and tamed Barbara Gordon's mind. What else could Selena possibly do to her to further humiliate her and further break her spirit? In the matter of 8 days, was it only 8 days, she had gone from being a super heroine to Catwoman's powerless fuck toy. She had no control over anything, least of her own body as Catwoman had used, abused, tormented and forced climax after climax out of her.

It seemed like there was no pleasing Selena. There certainly wasn't any resisting her. Just humiliation and...

... pleasure.

She could not remember ever haveing come so hard, so much or so long in her life.

But this was to much.

Too much!

She couldn't take any more.

The broken willed crimefighter's vision started to come into focus. Something was moving near her forehead.

Oh no. Not another cock! How many had she been forced to suck she did not know. But it was starting to look like there would be at least one more. She tried to close her mouth but found it was held open in a round, ruby red O by the ring gag strapped to her face.

She could see it getting closer to her mouth. It was small and wrinkled, not erect at all. And the balls were sagging and the wispy pubic hairs were a salt and pepper mixture of color.

She could hear voices. Selana! Her tormentor. What now?

Who was she about to deep throat? At least it was a who and not a what. Not another one of Lord Esaystreet's, now Selana's androids. And not, as she mentally shuddered, King or Rex or whatever that German Shepherd that Selana had made her make it with.

Not that it was "bad". It was just one more forced set of sex and orgasms that Selena had put her through. It was "different" though. Memories flooded back into her head. Having to take the dog's pink penis in her mouth. Feeling the head of the shepherd's penis swell up like a door knob in her mouth and almost choke her.

Being on all fours and having it mount her from behind and fuck her doggie style. He seemed to last forever and she had no idea how many times she came. Just that he wouldn't stop and she couldn't pull away from him once he was inside her. She remembered an orgasm so intense she passed out.

Only to be awakened by the dog's large, slobbering tongue licking her pussy. She had tried to push him away only to discover that Selana had rolled her onto her back and tied hands above her head. Further efforts to push or kick her lustful K9 lover revealed that her ankles were tied to the sofa's legs, splaying her legs apart and allowing Rex or King or whatever his name was, full access to her.

The dog had licked at her with increasing tempo and then climbed forward, his big head over her chest as he mounted her again. She shuddered as he remember his doggie panting and drooling on her as, like that famed Television commercial of the Energizer Bunny, he kept going and going, and going...

No, at least this was a human. Not erect. But she knew that she could, make that would, change that soon enough.

The voices continued as she felt whoever this was cock slip between her forcefully parted lips. Selana had that now all to familiar taunting, controlling tone to her voice. But the man's voice, well, it somehow seemed familiar to her too.

* * * *

He could feel her breath on the underside of his balls. It was, well..., stimulating. No one had ever done this to him before. For that matter, this would be his first blow job, he believed that's what they called it, in his life.

He felt the warm moistness of Batgirl's mouth close around his rapidly expanding penis. As he quickly continued to expand and swell, he noticed another sensation. There was something small, smooth and hard pressing against the bottom of his cock.

His thoughts were interrupted but Catwoman's voice.

"Fuck her face commissioner. Batslut loves to suck cock. Or anything else she can get her lips on or around."

An image flashed on the Television screen of a nearly naked Batgirl kneeling in front of a spread legged Catwoman. Batgirl's hands were bound behind her back but her head was buried forward in Catwoman's groin. Batgirl's head moved up and down and it was obvious she was sucking and licking Catwoman's pussy for all she was worth.

The commissioner slowly and gently began to thrust his hips. That little bit of hardness riding up and down the underside of his cock contrasted sharply but pleasurably with the soft warmness of Batslut's, er Batgirl's mouth.

Catwoman continued. "That should do it commissioner. Now mount our little rutting Batslut here and ride her like you're going somewhere."

* * * * *

Commissioner!

COMMISSIONER!

Oh my God No! It couldn't be!

She thought Selana had found just about every possible way to humiliate, dominate and degrade her. The rapes, the androids, the dog, dildo's of every imaginable variety and sex in positions that even the Kuma Sutra hadn't thought of.

Selana had pierced her nipples and tongue personally. First with large fish hooks and then with rings and a tongue stud. She had given head to just about anything and everything from Catwoman's three "studs" to that oversexed teenager Lord Easystreet, countless androids, a German Shepherd and even to her tormentor.

Selana had told she had done a good job. That she was not just a good but a great pussy licker and she was satisfied. That Barbara only had one more task to perform and she would be free. That bitch Victoria, God help her, would be the recipient of Selena's "attentions" and that Barbara would be free and have nothing to worry about as long as she didn't try to "find" Selana again.

As she saw the cock and balls withdraw from her face and the man stand up, his face came into focus.

* * * * *

The commissioner glared again at Catwoman's smug, smiling, voyeuristic leering as he slowly withdrew his now rigid member from the trussed crime fighters mouth. As he awkwardly got down off his desk, he glanced into Batgirl's now comprehending eyes and noticed a desperate pleading look in them.

Sorry" he whispered. "If I want my Babs back, I have to do this."

His gaze dropped slightly to Batgirl's still ring gagged mouth and noticed a shiny sliver object in the center of her tongue.

'Good lord! Batgirl's tongue was pierced!'

'Well it did feel good. Maybe this recent trend of tongue piercing he was noticing among the young wasn't so far fetched after all.'

The commissioner walked to the other side of his desk, proceeded by his now rigid member poking out through the flap of his boxers. He ascended his desk again, this time with even more awkwardness as he worked around his now raging hard on.

Once he worked his way to kneeling between Batgirl's still undulating thighs the commissioner realized he had a bit of a problem.

Batgirl was still writhing around on the dildo that was being self force fucked up her ass.

The dildo seemed to be impossibly huge. The commissioner had no idea how long it was but there were only a few inches sticking out and what he could see of it seemed to be as big around as his forearm.

It appeared that as Batgirl's hips sailed up she experienced a temporary relief and the object seemed to slip a few centimeters out only to be cruelly driven home again as her butt came back down on his desk. He also noted there was a large and growing stain of her female juices spreading across his desk's blotter.

Commissioner Gordon reached down to pull the tape off that was holding the dildo in place. It was difficult to get his hand on the end of the tape as her hips continued to gyrate and buck. Each time they came down on his desk it impaled the a huge dildo further up her rectum.

A moving target is difficult to track but just as he got his fingers on the end of the tape holding this monstrous phallus in the obviously anguished avenger's ass, Catwoman's voice filled the room again.

"Don't!"

His hand froze on Batgirl's undulating hip.

"You want to end her torment, you fuck her as she lays."

Commissioner Gordon just stared at the now hated television set with an incredulous look on his face.

"But with my weight on top of her, that thing will split her in two!" he shouted.

Catwoman just chuckled.

"And how the hell am I supposed to work my way around these straps hanging from the ceiling?"

Catwoman stopped smiling and took on a 'Don't give me any shit' glare. "I don't care how you do it Commissioner. Just do it!"

She paused for effect and then the image on the television set changed to one of Batgirl again. Her arms were bound behind her and she was being held upright with her feet dangling inches from the floor. She was she was sandwiched between to huge men. One black and one white who had her very obviously phallicaly impaled in both her pussy and ass. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth was wide open in an expression of abject pain or pleasure. He couldn't tell which.

"Or I'll find something to do with 'our' little Barbara." Catwoman hissed.

* * * * *

'NO! Oh Please no!' Barbara thought as she felt her father climbing up between her legs. Sure every girl has thoughts and fantasies about her father at one time or another in her life. But they're just that. Idle fantasies.

This was to much!

"Just remember" she heard Selena's voice say, "if it weren't for little Bat Slut there, I wouldn't have your precious daughter completely under my control at this moment."

Barbara looked down between her breasts to see Commissioner Gordon's facial expression change from one of embarrassment to anger as he climbed above her and maneuvered his shoulders and arms between the leather straps that painfully pulled her breasts skyward.

* * * * *

Commissioner Gordon positioned himself above the obviously dominated and defeated super heroine. His embarrassment and humiliation at having to add to this poor woman's torment was rapidly turning to anger and self righteous indignation.

She was the one who had dissuaded him from sending and undercover police woman. She was the one who had suggested that he send his Barbara into harm's way. She was the one that had assured him that she would keep a watchful eye over his Babs and protect and keep her safe.

She was the reason that his little girl was in the clutches of that filthy and perverted criminal.

He glared down into Batgirl's frightened eyes. He saw her eyes go wide and she tried to say something around her ring gag but all that came out were a series of muffled grunts and groans.

He reached down with his right hand and grabbed Batgirl's hip, holding it suspended in mid air while he supported his weight on his other arm.

It took a little work, a bit of luck and experience but by phallic Braille, he was able to position his now rock hard cock above Batgirl's vulnerable cunt lips.

"This is all your fault!" he hissed as he drove his cock deep into the helpless former crimefighter's pussy.

He heard her sharp intake of breath as he impaled her in a single thrust. He paused for a moment. And then savagely started fucking. Forcefully driving each thrust home.

He heard Batgirl grunt which each thrust.

"This is your fault!" thrust.

"Barbara's in danger because of you!" thrust.

"You made me put my only daughter in the clutches of that.." thrust.

"...that..." thrust

"...that...she bitch!" thrust.

* * * * *

Barbara grunted with pain and pleasure. She felt her father's cock plunge deep into her ravaged, raped and recently overused pussy. And each time he drove home, he also drove her hips down impaling the dildo a little deeper up her rectum.

Each time he pulled back, he pulled her hips up with his one arm and she felt the dildo slip a few inches out of her rectum only to be forcefully double impaled with the next thrust. And the next one. And the next one.

How could her father do this to her? Only he didn't know it was her. And he was right. He had every right to be scared and angry.

She had manipulated him into sending his daughter, her, to Lord Easystreet's Estate. She had assured him she would keep her safe. She had let him down. Had failed him.

Selena, God Damn her, was right. She did deserve this.

She stopped suppressing the sensations that were starting to grow in her pussy and belly from this latest double impalement and assault.

She felt her grunts change to moans. Each thrust brought her one step closer as she felt herself starting to ascend the very familiar path to yet another climax.

* * * * *

Catwoman watched with a voyeuristic pleasure as Commissioner Gordon continued to angrily pump away at Batgirl. This was turning out even better than she had hoped.

Selena had once offered Barbara her love. Barbara had rejected it and now she was receiving her ultimate revenge.

Selena listened intently to the commissioner's cursing tirade as he blamed and belittled poor little Babs with each cruel thrust of his hips. And ironically, he was right.

Batcunt had put his poor little Babs in danger.

Selena studied the video image more closely.

Yes. There it was!

Barbara was starting to show all her signs of an impending orgasm. Her breath was getting shorter and more ragged. Her moans were getting longer and louder. Her face was starting to flush and she could see the growing muscle tension in her legs.

Yes! Daddy was about to get his little girl off.

Just then Selena had her rapt fascination of the unfolding events disrupted by a loud moan off to her left.

She looked away from the screen to see Victoria in her latest torment, and beyond her the two dykes, well now, bisexuals, Nic and Nac were in twin beds. Each was surrounded by a heaving, pulsating, throbbing pile of androids programed to fuck the resistance out of them. Their twin cries and moans of pleasure and anguish filled the air and made a delightful background soundtrack for what was in store for Victoria.

Ah yes. That bitch Victoria. That hadn't been an idle threat when she had tapped the glass of her storage tube and promised she would pay. Barbara may have broken her heart, but she hadn't intended on hurting her.

Victoria on the other hand...

...well, as they say, what goes around comes around.

And there in the middle room was the trussed, tormented and tortured lawyer. Her naked form was bound backwards across a bar stool. The seat was in the small of her back and both her hands and ankles were bound to the legs of the stool.

Her long blond hair had a knot tied in the end of it and a leather strap ran from her hair knot down under the stool seat, across the end of a large, studded dildo that was cruelly forced up her rectum and secured high up on both her thighs.

Large fish hooks pierced both her nipples and were pulled taunt towards the ceiling by two more leather straps. She was further impaled by an additional set of fish hooks.

One was through her navel and the other was through her tongue. The two were joined by a piece of line that had been shortened so as to extend her tongue out of her mouth. If the lawyer bent her head forward to relieve the tension on her tongue, it increased the tension on the strap running from the her hair to her thighs and impaled the studded dildo further up her ass.

If on the other hand, she bent her head back to take the pressure off of the dildo in her rectum, it painfully stretched her tongue out another millimeter.

Selena glanced from her squirming former tormentor over to her three "kittens" Tommy, Tabby and Morris, standing by. The three former porn stars were all desperate to redeem themselves in Catwoman's eyes. With a brief nod of her head, Tabby, AKA Johny the Logsplitter, advanced on the helpless lawyer as he stroked his massive member to full erectness. Victoria's eyes went even wider with fear and her breaths became faster and ever more ragged as the anguished and helpless lawyer saw Tabby's 12 inch member aimed at her defenseless pussy. .

Selena knew she had full access to all of Lord Easystreet's, now hers, technology. The Orgasmatron, the androids and countless other devices large and small.

But some things were best handled the old fashioned way. The breaking of Victoria ranked high up there as one of them.

With the latest phase set in motion, she returned her attention to the video screen.

* * * * * *

Barbara felt her orgasm building. That familiar warm sensation that started in her middle and spread outward.

'Daddy was right.' thrust.

'She did deserve this' thrust.

'This was her fault' thrust.

'She had lied to him' thrust.

'She had deliberately deceived him' thrust.

'She had secretly belittled him and thought him a bit of a doddering fool' thrust!

'She had abused his trust and put him in this position' Thrust!

'Literally' THRUST!

'She deserved this' THRUST!!

'And God it felt good' THRUST!!!

'So Gooooodddd!' THRUST!!!!

'OH DADDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!!'

* * * * *

Commissioner Gordon felt an almost forgotten tingling begin to build in his balls. Dammit! Batgirl always made him feel uncomfortable. Now because of her, he was having to force himself on a woman. Take her against her will. Something he never thought he was even capable of let alone would ever do in his life.

But it was her fault dammit! There he went again. He had sworn more in the past 10 minutes that he had in the last 10 years. This girl, this woman, this slut would pay for whatever happened to his little girl.

He felt the tingling starting to build into an exploding warmth that rose ever higher and higher through his thrusting cock.

At the same time he felt Batslut's legs getting tighter and beginning to tremble. She was thrusting back against his every stroke. Her moans were getting louder and lower. Her face was starting to flush.

And her pussy. It felt like a warm, moist, velvet glove that enclosed and gripped his cock. God! He hadn't felt lust or virility like this since he was a man half his age.

Just as he felt his orgasm starting to explode he felt Bat Slut's pussy muscles start to spasm and contract around his cock and her garbled moans ratcheted up to a new level of intensity.

God! This little slut was cumming too!

As rode the ascending fire of his own orgasm, out of the corner of his eyes he detected movement. As he looked directly into Batcunt's eyes he suddenly noticed previously invisible cat strings come into focus. They were attached to Batgirl's ring gag and cowl.

With a quick flash the strings went taunt and the gag and cowl were removed just as he had one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

"OH DADDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!" an all to familiar voice rang in his ears.

The stunned and still heavily panting Commissioner Gordon stood up and gasped in horror at his now totally nude, fucked and dildo ravaged little girl.

"...Barbara?"

Off in the distance, a now smurking and satisfied Catwoman purred her satisfaction before she turned her attentions to the trussed up lawyer behind behind her. "RRRRAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!"

A veritable symphony of grunts, moans and cries of torment and pleasure filled the air asher androids and Tabby continued to "attend" to their respective charges. Selana's smile grew broader as she turned and prepared to exercise another unique "client/attorney" privilege.