Wonderwoman and Bat Girl, Naughty
Girls.
By Graymatter
Gray.collins1@googlemail.com
Wonderwoman woke
slowly. Her eyes were covered and her
arms were bound above her head by the wrists.
She was in a standing position her feet barely touching the floor. She could just about get some purchase if
she strained on tiptoes, her boots just scraping the floor beneath her. Diana realised she’d been gagged too, there
seemed to be a sponge ball of some kind in her mouth and it was damp, probably
with her own saliva and she was dimly aware that she had been dribbling down
her chin. How am I in this mess she
wondered and why do I feel so week. My
power belt, she thought, it must be gone.
She tried hard to remember the night before, but couldn’t, her mind was
strangely foggy. She tried to struggle
but it was futile her legs were bound together at her thighs and ankles and she
could barely move at all.
As she
concentrated on trying to remember the night before her senses grew stronger
and although she couldn’t see, she could hear something, something that sounded
like breathing and she could smell a perfume of some kind. She concentrated on the breathing, it
sounded quite heavy like someone asleep.
Wonderwoman strained to listen, it was close by and seemed to be getting
nearer, someone was in the room with her.
Wonderwoman made a noise through the gag but got no response. She could actually feel the breathing on the
skin of her cheek now it was that close.
Fear rose up in her and she tried to push away with her feet, getting a
little swing going from the rope around her wrists. But in her weekend state she only succeeded in pushing herself a
small distance before swinging back and hitting the source of the
breathing. She bumped into it firmly
and felt what, or whoever it was, move with her as she swung. They are swinging too she realised. She could smell the perfume now as the two
bodies swung together. She heard a low
moan and realised that whoever it was waking too. They were hung just like her.
She used what
movement she had to push against the other body and could feel a rubber outfit
of some kind against her legs and arms.
She was also fairly sure it was another female. What was going on? how had she, Wonderwoman,
and what definitely felt like another heroine got into this state? And more importantly who had got them into
this state.
The other body
in front of her was responding in similar fashion and Wonderwoman was aware
that she was being assessed too.
Although there’s not much that she’ll figure out with all that rubber on
thought Wonderwoman.
They swung
together for sometime, their cheeks brushing against each other from time to
time. Wonderwoman had tried to speak
through the gag, but she couldn’t get her words out and neither could her fellow
captive, they just swung and bounced against each other, cheek against cheek,
chest against chest, thighs against thighs.
They had gripped
hands for a while as a signal of unity and Wonderwoman realised the other woman
was wearing gloves, possibly leather.
But eventually she let go, it served no purpose other than some
reassurance that neither of them were alone.
She wracked her
brain, had she been working with another heroine last night? Had they been lured into some type of trap,
or had one been used as bait against the other? Why couldn’t she remember?
Panic rose and she struggled as hard as she could, bumping firmly into
her comrade. Wonderwoman felt her panic
pass to the other dangling woman and they thrashed against each other as they
tried to break free. They started to
spin the ropes above their heads twisting together, their feet lifting as the
ropes coiled. They spun and spun as
they bucked and writhed in desperation but it only made it worse. When they stopped their faces were pressed
close together cheek firmly against cheek.
Gasping into her gag Wonderwoman could feel the full figure of the
rubber clad woman pressed against her.
Then she heard a door open and clank shut. Then footsteps, and then a voice.
‘Hello girls,
how are you finding you new home?’
Male she thought
and British. ‘What a mess you two have
got yourselves into, all twisted together like that.’
He was close now
she could feel him near by, her feet wouldn’t reach the floor, she groaned as
she felt a finger trace down her bare back.
‘Well you’ll get so used to working together closely.’
She felt a hand
near the back of her head and suddenly her eyes were full of light, bright
white light. Slowly they adjusted as
they grew used to the brightness.
She stared into
the deep blue eyes directly. It’s
Batgirl she realised. He has Batgirl
and I. He was stood behind her and she
could see the fear in her comrade’s eyes.
The look of recognition flashed between them, but Batgirl was watching
the man behind Diana.
‘It’s taken a
lot of work to get you two together like this,’ she felt him close to her
almost breathing on her back, ‘I do hope you don’t disappoint.’
Wonderwoman felt
a prick on the skin of her thigh, she screamed into the gag as she realised she
was being injected with something. She
barely noticed him moving behind Batgirl at first but then she was watching
him. This man, in a black suit and tie
fishing another syringe from inside his jacket pocket. ‘Don’t worry Wonderwoman, Batgirl’s not
going to miss out, sweet cheeks here gets one too.’
She watched as
he moved his hand behind Batgirl out of her site but saw her friend wince as he
administered the injection.
‘I’ll be back in
an hour to see how you’re getting on, that little cocktail I’ve just given you
both should be working just fine by then.’
He strode to the
door, opening it and stepping through, then turned his head, ‘Have fun girls,
try not to be too naughty, we know what naughty girls get don’t we?’ Then
slammed the door shut behind him.
Catwoman stared
down at the monitor watching the two heroines dangling by their wrists.
‘How long until
it starts to work Edward?’ she asked.
‘Not long
kitten, not long at all. Batgirl should
start showing signs soon, Wonderwoman may prove more resistant but she’ll
succumb too.’ He placed a hand on
Catwoman’s thigh as he watched the two women dangle. ‘Are you enjoying watching their discomfort my dear?’
‘Yes,’ purred
Selina, ‘More than you can imagine.’
They watched as
first Batgirl started to wriggle, as if she had an itch she couldn’t scratch
and a look of confusion on Wonderwoman’s face as Batgirl seemed to deliberately
rub against her. Catwoman could see the
apologetic look on Batgirls face as she zoomed in close, but it wasn’t long
before she was at it again. Selina
smiled as Edward stroked her latex covered arse as Batgirl clearly pressed her
chest against Wonderwoman’s. ‘Stop that
Edward, there will be time for that later, I think Wonderwoman is starting to
respond.’
Edward looked at
the monitor and could see Wonderwoman’s face already flushed from the strain of
being held by her wrists, go a deeper red.
She was feeling something he knew.
Something deep in her gut. A
need. He watched fascinated as she
pressed against Batgirl. He admired the
curve of her arse cheeks as she wriggled against the other heroine.
He flicked a
switch and both girls dropped an inch so that there feet could just touch the
floor. It gave them what they needed
and they were both able to press against each other more fully as best they
could.
‘How
delightful,’ whispered Edward, ‘And how very very naughty they are.’
‘Well that drug
of yours is pretty potent, they really don’t have any choice.’
‘As you well
know my dear, as you well know.’
Catwoman smiled
at the memory. He’s really driven her
crazy that night, the night he’d taken her.
But it had all been for demonstration purposes, it was heroines he
really wanted, and she’d been more than happy to go along with his plans. A partnership he called it, although she’d
never been terribly sure about that, she was always fighting the need to call
him Sir, like she did in bed. But now
as she watched the two women she hated most rub against each other in their
heroine costumes she didn’t feel like questioning anything at all. Selina wished she hadn’t told him to take
his hand of her, she was getting very turned on as she watched Batgirl attempt
to push her crotch at Wonderwoman’s.
They watched
transfixed by the plight of the two women on the screen before them. Rubbing and pressing against each other over
and over. Neither able to get what they
needed. Frustrated, confused, hot, and desperate
for release.
‘Right Selina
it’s time we paid our guests a visit I think,’ said Edward matter of factly.
They walked from
the room together, Catwoman leading the way.
They opened the door and a pair of heads turned, faces red, beads of
sweat on what skin was on view.
‘What a couple
of naughty girls you are,’ said Edward, ‘We’ll need to teach you a lesson.’
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Wonderwoman saw
Catwoman, black latex shining, but could not concentrate on her properly. Her mind was in turmoil. She needed to orgasm, badly. Her nipples were like two pebbles beneath
her bustier and her clitoris was aching to be touched in her tight blue
hotpants. She knew Batgirl was having
the same problem, both of them had been moaning as they’d tried to work their
crotches together but it was impossible to get any sustained pressure because
of the way they were tied. She wanted
to scream at her captors to let her go,
but she knew that her hand would be in her shorts before she’d even think of
trying to escape.
He was behind
her again and she could see Catwoman behind Batgirl. Poor Barbara she thought, captured by her… The thought was broken
as she felt a tug on her shorts.
‘Such very bad
girls need to be punished,’ she heard him whisper in her ear. Or was it Batgirl’s ear, they were so close
together it was hard to tell, but the feel of his breath on her ear made her
shiver and moan. Whatever he’d given
them was strong she thought very strong.
Diana felt her
shorts ease down over her buttocks and a hand on her skin. She involuntarily pushed back against it and
gasped shocked at her own action. Need
to regain control, she thought, but how, how can I, oh great Hera help me
please.
She watched as
Catwoman eased the bottom half of Batgirls costume down over her hips, the
utility belt was already on the floor.
A tiny little black thong was revealed with the bat symbol on the
front. The old school one thought
Wonderwoman, black on yellow not like that big Black one emblazed across
Batgirl’s chest. She found herself
staring at the thong as Catwoman’s latex covered hands hooked it on either side
and slowly oh so slowly pulled it down.
Batgirl groaned into her gag as her glistening wetness was
revealed. She’s shaved too thought
Wonderwoman as she caught a glimpse as they continued to bump against each
other.
The man’s hands
were on her rump squeezing it roughly, ‘What an arse we have here Catwoman, how
are things your side of the woods?’
‘So pretty and
so very pale,’ the words dripping from Catwoman’s mouth, ‘I’d love to bite it.’
‘I’m sure you
would, my dear,’ chuckled the man, ‘And I’m fairly sure you will too.’
He stroked the
cleft of Wonderwoman’s bare buttocks, ‘But for now we need to teach these two
naughty girls a lesson don’t we? A
lesson in not meddling in others affairs, and a lesson in how naughty it is to
get such strange feelings around each other.
They’ve been such very bad girls and what do bad girls get my sweet
kitten?’
‘They get
spanked Sir,’ whispered Selina.
‘Yes my naughty
Kitten they do.’
Wonderwoman felt
the air move behind her arse before he struck her. The sound of the slap to her
cheeks echoed around he brightly lit room.
She groaned
loudly into her gag as he did it again, but harder.
Then she heard
Catwoman’s hand hit her friend’s buttock.
Oh my god we’re being spanked she thought.
Again and again
her bottom was struck. Both women
pressed closer together as each of them was spanked. Batgirl’s eyes were wide in shock and Wonderwoman stared into
them. She needed to cum so badly,
needed to be touched between her wet thighs.
But all she was getting was spanked, and spanked hard. And he was calling them naughty all the
time. Naughty girls he kept saying it
over and over. Such naughty girls with
such dirty delicious thoughts. Was that
what she was, she wondered, no, it’s the drug, whatever it was that he gave us,
we’re not naughty, she shook her head at his words as she watched Catwoman
strike Batgirl again. Her bottom was
stinging, her nipples and clit were aching, she was so hot, so warm all over, a
bead of sweat trickled down her cleavage and the feeling of it almost made her
orgasm. I’m going mad she thought. She groaned again, as he struck her, she
knew her bottom must be red and she felt his hand cup her right buttock.
‘You are both
such very bad girls, but I know how much you’re enjoying your spankings. I can almost smell it in the air can’t you
Kitten?’
‘Yes Sir, I can
smell their need Sir,’ sniggered Catwoman, to into the moment to realise she’d
stopped calling him Edward since they’d entered the room.
‘Maybe we should
leave them with a little toy for a while, let them have a little of what they
need?’ he asked as he caressed Wonderwoman’s behind.
Diana watched as
Catwoman produced a cable from a pocket and plugged one end into some sort of
socket on the floor. Her body had
shuddered at the thought of release but she dreaded what these two fiends had
in mind for her and Batgirl.
The man handed
something to Catwoman who now had her back to the two heroines, Wonderwoman
panted into the gag, desperate to see what it was.
Then Selina
turned with what looked like a 10’’ sliver rocket in her hand the cable neatly
plugged into the middle of the device and locked firmly in place.
The man stood
next to the pair of dangling women and took the device from Catwoman holding it
up to her face one end in turn. They
watched as she licked and sucked both ends one at a time, a dirty grin on her
face.
‘You’re going to
love this girls,’ she whispered before planting a small kiss on each of there
cheeks, ‘I did.’
The man lowered
the device and slid it up between them.
Batgirl squealed as the shiny dildo brushed against her. Diana tried to give her a reassuring look
but her eyes opened wide as she felt it press against her lips. Oh god no, it’s
what need but why, why are they doing this?
She watched as the man adjusted its position and fed the other end into
Batgirl. Wonderwoman looked down and
realised for the first time that she too was shaved. Oh my god, how long have they had us… the buzzing started inside
her as the man coiled a rope around them pulling them closer together at the
waist and all thought of why, how and how long left her head.
Wonderwoman
grunted as the throbbing dildo slid deeper.
Both women bucked on it, their faces together. Batgirl arched her back as best she could as it throbbed away in
her tight wetness. Wonderwoman felt the
two captors leaving the room and heard the door shutting as she gasped. Oh god yes, I’m going to cum, oh god yes
please let me. Please, please….. she
thrust her hips at Batgirl trying to get it deeper and she felt Batgirl thrust
back. Oh god we’re… we’re fucking each
other.
Wonderwoman felt
her orgasm take over. She thrust and
thrust in silence, waiting for release to take her. Batgirl was more vocal, moaning loudly as the dildo ploughed into
her. They both came hard. Sweet relief swept over Wonderwoman but it
was a brief respite, the feelings of need were on her again and the endless
buzzing between her legs wasn’t helping.
It wasn’t long before they were at it again.
A voice boomed
out at them from some unseen speaker as the dildo slid in and out of their
tight wet holes. ‘What naughty, girls
you are. I can see more discipline is required, what filthy, dirty girls you
are fucking each other so desperately like that. What shall we do with you?
What shall we do with such a pair of naughty, dirty, filthy little super
sluts?’
His voice
drummed into them as they came again and again. Sometimes Batgirl would cum first other times it was
Wonderwoman. If only Barbara could get
to my nipples I’d cum so much more quickly, she thought. She could see Batgirl looking at her breasts
as the dildo slid in and out of them.
That Batgirl is a naughty one, she keeps looking at me like that. He is right, she is naughty. A very naughty girl just like me.
She kept going
long after Batgirl seemed to have passed out although Barbara did keep groaning
every so often when Wonderwoman orgasmed.
Finally though the drug relinquished its grip on her and after what
seemed like hours the dildo ceased buzzing.
The rope above their head lowered and the two women slowly dropped to
the floor. Sleep came to her quickly
once she was able to rest. What is
happening here? She wondered as her eyes shut.
Who is this man? Am I a naughty
girl? What is to become of us?