Honey Blonde was pleased with herself this day. Her 'contact' with the local Gendarmes had given her an invitaion that really excited her and made her hug poor Stan almost too hard.

"They've accepted me... They've accepted me... It only took a year but it looks like I'm finally an accepted Superheroine if this invitation is anything to go by..."

"Be careful, Honey..." Cautioned Stan Booker throwing ice water on the invitation. Well, not literally, but he sure was downplaying the invitation. "Things might not be what they seem..." He added.

"You're coming with me, aren't you?" Asked Honey, her pretty, pouty mouth in a sexy moue. "After all, we're a team..." She added hoping to persuade him.

"Honey, I can't... I'm on duty that night and Sal will have my badge if I try to change shifts again... You go on but be careful."

Honey had been invited to participate in a Celebrity wrestling evening and invited to wrestle for a purse for charity. For the Boys and Girls Homeless Program. Honey wanted nothing more than to prove to the City that she was not just that overbusted, over rear porched Blond Bimbette who beat up on criminals and low lifes. She wanted to prove she was a civic minded Citizen as well.

Most Superheroines didn't drive. Honey was one of those who didn't so she took off on her long white thighboots at a speed that would get her a ticket if she had run through a speed trap. She found herself in a dingy area of the Burg and should have been warned by that alone. It was already night and most of the street lights in this area had been shot out some time before.

The venue looked about right, however, with huge limosines parked out front or disgorging well dressed patrons through doors held open by uniformed doormen. Honey found heself stopped by one of these guys who looked akin to bruisers in uniforms that fitted too tightly.

"*I* have an invitation..." She volunteered and waived the card under his nose.

"Uh... Youse dat Honey Blonde with da big hooters..."

Honey didn't know whether to be angered or flattered. She had time for neither as she was quickly ushered inside the auditorium and noted it's centerpiece. A large wrestling ring.

She had no time to dwell on the ring as a Woman took her shoulder gloved arm. "I'm so glad you could make it... We have several patrons who want to bet a lot of money on you... Come, let's have a drink... I'm Morgan, your Hostess..."

Honey's eyes were making the grand tour of costumes, each more expensive and spectacular than the last. She failed to wonder why Morgan, a lovely looking Brunette, was in ebony rubber with boots almost as crotch high as those worn by Honey. Too quickly, Honey found herself pulling from a goblet of champagne that appeared, almost as if by magic, in her gloved hand.

"Ladeeze and Gentlemen... Please come to order and take your seats for dinner..." Boomed through some loudspeakers. Honey found herself taken to gloved hand again and escorted to a table of honor and eagerly accepted another goblet of champagne.

The dinner was sumptuous and far richer than the measly fare Honey was used to. The Superheroine business didn't pay for grand meals or groovy digs. Honey was enjoying every bite despite that the prime rib seemed a trifle over peppered. She compensated by abusing the wine that seemed to be pouring endlessly into the glass at her table setting.

"Ladeeze and Gentlemen..." Came a voice booming through loudspeakers as a woman in a leather tuxedo, knee high, highly shined black patent boots and gaintlets was spot lit in the ring. "You have come here tonight to witness the finest in pugilistic and grappling combat between some lovely ladeeze who will provide the spectacle for you..."

The jeering and catcalls were immediate, wolf whistles screaming out in the dimmed lights. "For your first entertainment, we have a volunteer you will all recognise with ease and who has agreed to be our first pugilist... Her opponent is well known to you fans of the sport as one known as the Masked Mangler although she has been banned from competing forthe middleweight crown she so formidably sought... Two kills in the ring although she claims innocence of wrongdoing... Claims her manager and trainer loaded her gloves... Due that this is a friendly match, the Mangler has agreed to wearing high heeled boots to balance things against... The Bat-t-t-t... Give them a big welcome..."

"I'm to compete alongside the Bat-t-t..." Went Honey to herself as an outrageously bodied figure started climbing into the ring, wearing an ebony rubber catsuit, the crotch high yellow boots and shoulder gloves that were so familiar and the eared blue cowl that framed the bottom of the so-sweet face so well. "I have really been accepted! *I* am in important company. Hic."

Honey failed to note that the Bat-t-t was none too steady on her booted legs since Honey herself had consumed enough wine to render her own self a good buzz. "Ooohhh... Wish I could be in the ring with her... She's so sexy... I'd love those booted legs wrapped around me..." An unbidden thought that surprised her despite the copious amounts of wine she'd consumed. "Oh, my... What can be happening to me? I'm not into gurlzzz..."

The other contestant was a striking redhead at least a head taller than the Bat-t-t. Muscles rippled under ebony thigh boots and shoulder length tight latex gloves, a cropped latex tee shirt with a yellow 'M' on it and matching blue latex short shorts with a white latex belt.

"In the red corner, Ladeeze and gentlemen... The Bat-t-t... In the black corner, the Mangler... Come out, ladeeze, and touch gloves before the bell goes off... Five three minute rounds refereed by our Hostess, Morgan..."

The crowd went wild for Morgan although Honey wondered how she would be able to move around the ring in those extreme heels. As the emcee climbed from the ring, Morgan waved the two combatants toward each other and Honey felt herself moistening in an unwanted want.

The two fighters touched gloves they wore over their own high gloves and the bell rang too quickly. A fist sped to a target of a sweet mouthed, blue cowled head rocking the Bat-t-t back on her boot heels but she recovered quickly, doging the roundhouse that followed the first fist. She returned a jab to a solar plexus that seemed unaffected by the blow.

"Not fair..." Went Honey to unheeding ears as a gloved fist went wrist deep into a bat-t-t boob. The Bat-t-t went backward toward the center of the ropes and tried to use them as a sprig to launch herself at the Mangler, only to be likewise slammed in the other boob. The Boob...

The boob, ah, Bat-t-t, looked groggy and the Manger took full advantage, slamming fist after fist into the Bat-t-t's rounded tum. The Bat-t-t's long booted legs seemed to splay and a knee went into an unprotected puss in a move a preening referee seemed not to witness. A lower puss. One between the legs. The Bat-t-t's visage took on a look of stunned surprise before the look was wiped from her face by two quick roundhouses that would have snapped most necks. The Bat-t-t had obviously expected a slower start to the match and was just as obviously rocked to her booted heels. Her long gloved arms had gone over the tops of the ropes in an attempt, no doubt, to maintain an erect demeanor as fists cotinued to pound her fabulous frontage including that so lovely visage that was already showing signs of puffiness brought on by the pounding. The referee, Morgan, made no effort to break the battering since the combatants were not clinched. The bell saved the Bat-t-t further punishment and the Bat-t-t weaved an unsteady gait toward her own corner where she went down heavily on a stool provided by an attendant. Blood was wiped from mouth and nose before she was doused with a half bucket of water but all too soon the bell rang again and she struggled up and toward center ring.

The Mangler could smell quick victory and sprang to immediate attack, fists smacking loudly as they drove the Bat-t-t back into the ropes again. A booted knee journeyed swiftly toward a puss already battered by a previously illegal blow and the Bat-t-t's gloved hands went down to protect herself before a fist again connected with another puss. Her upper one. Quick left-right-left fists connected and went deep into boob flesh of the one who had yet to connect a telling blow.

"It cant be... "Went Honey. "She's almost out on her feet... Morgan should stop the fight..."

The Bat-t-t showed some pluck now. Pluck she was well known for as she attempted some punches of her own. Problem was, her timing was obviously off from the battering she was receiving and the Mangler allowed them to but brush her before driving the Bat-t-t back against the ropes. The Bat-t-t was getting batted, beaten and battered.

"They should stop the fight... She cant take much more..." Went Honey to herself despite her obvious dampness at Batty's beating. "I'd like that one beaten benieth me..." Again, she was shocked at herself and her thoughts. She liked guys, after all and knew she didn't go for gurlz despite her many cummings at assorted Female hands, mouths and more during her many cases. She grunted as the Bat-t-t was allowed to tumble forward off the ropes and, as if in slow motion, fall forward and bounce as if her boobs were made of rubber, smacking her cowled head down on the ring floor. Honey could not prevent the orgasm that flowed through her like a freight train.

"AND THE WINNER... THE MANGLER..." Went Morgan holding on to one of the Manglers boobs while raising a gloved hand. The Bat-t-t was obviously out of it and had to be carried from the ring.

The emcee had climbed into the ring again and had taken the mike to gloved hand to announce the next entertainment. Honey had missed he climb in, having been in the throes of a surprising orgasm and almost missed the announcement.

"For our next bout, we have a tag match between two Ladeeze we know well, Bulinda and Basher from the Barbarian Biker Bitches will take on the City's latest Superheroine, Honey Blonde, and the remarkable Ms.M...

Morgan fetched Honey who made her way toward the ring on legs that felt as rubbery as the boots she wore. "This can not be..." Went Honey. "That orgasm took more out of me than I thought..."

She did, however, manage a somewhat graceful climb into the ring. Ms. M and the two opponents were already in the ring.

"Because, as we know, Superheroines are, well, Super, and, in all fairness, Honey Blonde will start the bout alone with the two Bitches... When she wishes to be replaced, she must move to her corner and tag Ms.M who will then take over the bout, and so on... As usual, may the best gal win..." Went the Emcee with a secret smile on her face.

There was a lot of hand clapping so Honey raised her gloved arm in response. She eyed her two opponents with care. Both were attractive in their own ways, the brunette in all that black leather and the Blond with hair almost in a military crew cut. When the bell rang, Honey circled carefully, still feeling weak from the orgasm but paying no heed to the amounts of alcohol she'd consumed. Mistake.

Her opponents came at her from each side, working in well oiled unison and she found her white gloved arms grasped before she felt herself lift off as they tugged her toward a corner post she could not avoid. Her face crashed into the post which decided not to move for her and she was groggy. Oh, she tried to recover quickly but felt herself lifted aloft and slammed down on the mat like a bag of potatos. She could do nothjing to avoid the Brunette's heavy body slam, never even having spotted her climbing onto a close corner post. Honey was hurting and the pains had just begun.

A flying leg twist almost snapped her knee joint out and she emitted a squeal not too unlike a stuck pig. She looked toward the ring edge where Ms.M should have been watching for a tag but Ms.M was being fondled toward an orgasm surely unwanted although Ms.M's face certainly indicated no displeasure. Only lust.

Honey felt herself lifted again by her abundant mane and a forarm smash threatened to redecorate her visage before a kidney punch slammed into her. She tried. She tried hard to protect herself and move toward Ms.M but found herself dragged back toward center ring before being slammed again into a far corner post, her booted legs, boobs and gloved arms encircling the post as she seemed to try and break through it. She came down heavily on a well rounded rump before being placed in a full nelson and lifted aloft again, hands now going to her nipples under the top of her boustiere.

"Oh, no... They cant do that-t-t..." She wailed as she found her nipples stiffening and as another forarm smash brought an end to the thought. She weakened at the knees and found herself in a head lock and her face being pounded with a cruel fist while a leg, already hurting from the previous leg twist, was cruelly twisted to joint creaking stress. Then the holds changed as the duo found her gloved arms again and sent her scampering toward the middle of the ropes at a speed too fast for her to slow although she managed to twist around to take the ropes in the center of her back, her head snapping back and crashing into her partner's noggin, rendering rescue tantamount impossible. The ropes snapped her forward at speed and she slammed into two forarm smashes, one across her abundant boobs and one across her nose. She swayed there unaware her assailants had left her side and wobbled on rubber legs just before two bidies slammed into her, one from each side as each used opposite ropes to propel them back at Honey. She felt like she'd been hit by a Freightliner or a cabover Pete. Perhaps both.

Grabbed aloft again, Honey found herself nearing her partner again but stopped by the ropes. Between her long booted legs. And found herself pulled toward one corner post before a sudden reversal tugged her backward against another post that smashed into the small of her back. That pain was nothing compared to the pain between her legs as the ropes shunted her costume aside to plunder flesh more tender. And deep into that flesh.

A first scream of pain escaped her as the rope burned deep. Deeper as she was persuaded the other direction again. She could do nothing except... ORGASM as pain melded with her own perverse self and pleasure scrambled through her. She tumbled off the rope having been let go and onto those promontaries she was so aplyly proud of. Not at that moment.

Lifted to her feet again, her bodice was torn free of her nipples and those nips nursed onto ropes so she could be rushed along the ropes again, singing the nips against the hemp then found herself turned again, like a rag doll, and the ropes wrapped around her binding her weakening form most effectively. A perfect patsy for a beating as both opponents took turns battering at visage and boobs. She sobbed, having become an effective punching bag. Make that 'BAGS'.

Honey barely heard the audience despite the din they were creating as they screamed for her destruction. Her short shorts ahd now been removed and she'd not even felt them leave her form. She did feel the huge dildo that slammed up an unprepared well. Deep, before going into action with it's batteries set on high. And she felt the old Zippo lighter's flames encircling a boot foot giving her a foot commonly called 'hot'. And the gloved hand that grasped one of her now engorged nipples and squeezed down with power akin to the Incredible Hulk, perhaps. Pain was becoming her middle name and degredation her lot in life. Tears swam down her well formed cheeks from eyes of black and blue. She was too well entwined so could not fight her assailants and her struggles were lessening all the time as her other breast came under manipulation. Her gorgeous lips formed a sexy moue perhaps best remembered of Brigitte Bardot and she gasped as something wet invaded between her pussy lips. Her eyes were still too swollen to shut for her to see who was ministering to her in such a lascivious and pleasurable manner. It was Ms.M who was giving Honey a larruping she'd rarely recieved although she'd dealt out many, a multitude of times. Honey shivered in an unbidden but perhaps not unwanted orgasm to the delight of the crowd. She could not see that Ms.M was being spurred on her newest duty by a cock wielded by a huge AfricanAmerican who also wielded two pair of pliars. Attached painfully to Ms.M's nipples.

Honey was juicing right along now, practically drowning poor Ms.M. Honey's own nipples were being squeezed and released, squeezed and released and squeezed and released again and again. Ms.M's tongue wrapped around a squirting clitoris like a moving snake, not letting up for a moment as it laved the member and sought juices from the insides of Honey's pot while lips sought Honey's own. Lower to Honey's upper. Honey cold recognize that her oral assailant was the Blond since her eyes were already repairing.

Honey must also work on those lower lips since not to do so would soon cut off her awareness since, despite being a Superheroine, she could not go without air indefinately like that young cunt, Supergurl. She was forced to finally get a lick in. Something she'd failed to do so far and even though it was not the kind of lick she'd been expected to deal.

Pain had turned to pleasure as her nipples continued to be manipilated and squeezed until they, like her puss, were giving of liquids to the accompanied laughter and applause of the crowd. A thought might have gone through her head about a set-up had she not been so far along and in the throes of growing passion. She, too, was receiving solace to her growing thirst perhaps brought on by multiple orgasms. Perhaps not. Perhaps from the aphrodesiacs disolved in the amounts of wine she'd consumed and in the peppery meal she'd eaten. The masochistic streak so carefully hidden from herself as well as from the World had clicked into high gear and she was loving the... Loving... And yearning, suddenly, for more abuse.

She was in mid orgasm when suddenly her gullet was being flooded. She was suddenly coughing and spluttering as pungeant pee flooded down her throat and spewed from her nostrils sending her into distress and a struggle against bonds she should have been powerful enough to break with ease. Should have been. She'd been drugged and dealt doses that made her onto a sexual patsy and as such, her strength was torn from her. Specially if she were bound. She'd just sneezed out copious amounts of pee over the donor and the donor repaid her by now sending her head back and forth with the rapidity of a spectator watching the Williams sisters volleying during a hot tennis match. Her kindness being repaid by punisment in the form of a fist beating to her visage. A distant bell indicated the end of a round that had gone on over half an hour. She recieved jeers as she was dragged from the ropes and onto two legs that felt completely alien by now.

"*I* think *I* was set up..." An unbidden and certainly unwanted thought although true.

"There you have it, Ladeeze and Gentlemen... Two bothersome Superheroines who have shown us that, with the proper treatment, they can be rendered most vulnerable... " This from Morgan with the microphone now. "Perhaps you'd enjoy seeing them further degraded? Any ideas? And what are we willing to pay?"

"I want to see Honey Blonde fill the Bat-t-t's boots... I'll go a grand..."

"I want the Bat-t-t to suck off my girlfriend..." Went another in a quick bid. "I'll go another thou, specially if this one licks Baby's ass while the Bat-t-t's at work..."

"Fill honey with beer and see how far she can piss..." Suggested another and the suggestions and bidding kept rising, each suggestion more degrading than the last.

Honey could only stand in the ring on rubbery legs as the ring began to drop down, finishing it's journey several inches below the floor of the main salon. She stood and swayed as huge bruisers brought a black rubber covered waterbed and erected it on the mat before grabbing the stripped not-so-Heroine, attired now in waist cincher, boots, gloves and mask, and tossing her onto the middle of the over king size lust bed. She bounced as the waterbed sloshed around.

Two by two they came. Two by two they came, too. Having climbed onto the waterbed to couple with the prone patsy before burying their members deep in one or the other end with one end in mind. Their pleasure. Honey continued to swallow from both ends but drool kept running benieth her, proving liquids ran down hill and filled the deepest indentation of a trap. The trap being the waterbed and the indentation, one created by the patsy continuing to take.

Honey was out of it as the retinue continued, abusing her abused wells and sometimes flipping her over to get to a well more private. Her screams of pain were cut off because of members filling her gullet and lessened as the pain turned perversely to pleasure. Damn it, she was enjoying the rape and darn it, getting off on it. She knew in her mind that she should be fighting against the rape but her body betrayed her in undulations of it's own. Undulations that persuaded her rapists to further effort as she was splashed over and over, lying by now in a pond of gism. Her body was still undulating as the rape ceased, the men tired by now and needing time to recharge, perhaps. Honey. She was charged up already. She was bleary eyed but looking around the auditorium for her next abusers, her pouty mouth lax in wanton puffiness.

Ms. M was suffering in the meantime. Well plumbed and beaten, she'd been well filled and was feeling it. She was now propelled forward toward her 'partner' and forced to kneel over her with her latex costume pulled away from a throbbing puss. Honey, in the throes of sexual abandon, clamped lips to spread lips and dove a toungue deep into Ms.M's twat sending a shudder of pleasure coursing through her. Ms. M., having no where else to go, returned the favor and larruped at Honey's well. Well.

Right now a libation would have been just swell with Honey. Her mouth, despite it's moist surroundings, was dry from too many cumings. Both Ms. M. and Honey were too weak to resist as they were again grabbed and torn from each other before finding themselves manacled to 'X' frame crosses so that each emulated their perches. Masks were now applied to both visages. Masks that contained good sized dildos of unmistakable rubber. These masks were now attached to pumps which, in turn, were attached to five gallon barrels of ...

"BEER!" Went Honey to herself. It is probable Ms. M. made the same retort to herself but the sounds from them were muffled because of the most effective gags. The pumps had been activated and both found themselves having to swallow liquids that tasted too akin to the urine both had been forced to accept.

Said verbal report from the Evening's Mistress who was using gloved fingers on the two pussies so well displayed. Honey could already feel her stomach cramping as it was gradually filled and distress was written on Ms. M's face. At least, the part that could be seen.

"I trust you Sooperpoopers can hold your water well..." Went Morgan, her voice smiling evily along with her visage. "Just in case, I think we'd better provide an apt potty for you... Do I hear the Bat-t-t volunteering to let you fill her yellow boots? I wonder which of you will have to let go first..."

The audience was loving it. Three of the Crime Fighters who had put many of them behind bars were degrading themselves disgustingly. That they had some help mattered little and they clapped in approval as the Bat-t-t, her costume sticking wetly to her oppulent form and discolored with a sticky goo that could only be cum, was forced toward Ms.M. Ms. M., in fact, could see that Batty's arms were twisted behind her , gloved wrists tied up and behind her neck. Because of the arm binding, her massive mamms jutted out from her body as if she was wearing the best bra from Fredericos or Vincenzas Secrets. She was positioned in front of Ms.M. with booted legs together so they gapped at their tops. Just in time, it seemed as Ms.M. let out a muffled and degraded sound and the dam broke so the Bat-t-t's costume was laved in her exhaust, urine hissing into those crotch high boots which rapidly filled with the liquid. The audience roared their approval even though so much urine flowed down the outside of Batty's boots.

"*I* shall NOT give these lowlifes the pleasure of seeing me defile my new friend..." Went Honey to herself, despite the cramps that were trying to persuade her differently. The Bat-t-t had now been forced to her knees in front of Honey and the bodice of Batty's costume upened from the top allowing a vision of the grand canyon hidden by the costume.

Honey shuddered. She was in dire distress and knew the truth of Morgan's words. When Batty's puffy, beautiful mouth touched her pussy, Honey gasped knowing full well this was something that, deep down, she'd longed for. Stoic, however, she held her bladder as the Bat-t-t proved how well she could please another Woman. She valiantly tried to think of baseball statistics but gave that up when she realised how little she knew about the game. She then resorted to physics which brought memories of that cute Physics teacher in her white rubber gloves, white rubber apron and white rubber high heeled boots. Honey's first deepfelt crush and the one who's memories had caused Honey to adopt the thigh high rubber boots and gloves as her Costume in the first place. The memory and the ministrations by Batty's very educated tongue caused Honey to orgasm, which orgasm brought about her own release that was now filling Batty's mouth and overflowing between her large breasts. Honey reddened as the audience went into paroxisms of laughter and pleasure, applauding the degrading act. Honey felt sorry for herself but a lot sorrier for the Bat-t-t who, to Honey's surprise, grinned up at her as if well pleasured.

(* Cambodian Tiger Beer is a vile green of hue and almost guaranteed to cause disintary in the hardiest of systems...)