--Amazing Babe Vs The Duelist, part 3--

DO NOT READ IF UNDER THE AGE OF 18, OR IF YOU DO NOT LIKE READING ABOUT BONDAGE, BDSM, ENEMAS, AND GRAPHIC SEX.

Ms Americana, Amazing Babe, Got Gal, and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X.

By: Kooster

e-mail: kooster69@gmail.com

The waiter had dressed the unconscious Tanya O'Donnel into her Got Gal costume. Worried that he might be discovered in the restaurant owner's office, he had dragged Got Gal into the nearby alley. He stole the all of the cash from her wallet. He ditched Got Gal's civilian clothes into the nearby dumpster.

Just for good measure, he held the knock-out gas can as far as he could from him and then sprayed the pink gas into Got Gal's face. After the second blast, the small can was empty.

A few minutes later, a small delivery truck drove into the alley. After the truck had parked, a very muscular Afro-American emerged from the driver's seat. The waiter gulped down his nervousness and stood his ground, while the burly man looked at the unconscious Got Gal and then trained his eyes on him.

"Boss," the Afro-American called out, "All clear." He then picked up the unconscious superheroine, held Got Gal like a limp rag doll, and then moved to place her inside the truck. With each step he took, however, Got Gal's gigantic 38G tits jiggled about.

The Duelist emerged from the back of the truck. The waiter's jaw dropped as he gawked at the pale-skinned woman. He found himself aroused at her BDSM outfit of a black mask, and leather outfit with matching arm-length gloves and knee-high boots. He loved how her skin-tight outfit contained her 34C tits as oval globes. He, however, found her black mini-skirt out of place.

The villianess gently placed her gloved hand underneath the waiter's chin. She felt a sense of power, as she could play with the young man like putty. "Good lad.", the Duelist cooed. She cut to the chase and asked, "So, you saw Got Gal out of costume?"

"Yes.", the waiter quickly answered.

The Duelist sigh in disappointment. She whipped out a GLOCK 29 from underneath her skirt, and then pointed the subcompact weapon right at the waiter's forehead.

"Fuck!", he yelled out.

The villianess paused to enjoy the moments of the young man's shock and surprise, and then evilly giggled as he uncontrollably pissed in his pants. She waited for her henchman to return, where he easily lifted open the large lid of garbage dumpster. The muscular Afro-American released the large lid, which slammed down with a loud clang. Timed with the loud noise, the Duelist pulled the trigger and shot the waiter point-blank in the head. The loud clang masked the sound of the gun shot.

The force of the gun shot pushed the now dead waiter backwards, where his lifeless body crashed to the ground. The 10mm bullet didn't shoot out of his head, which probably meant the bullet was trapped inside his skull; bounced around that tore his brain into jelly; and then fragmented into pieces. Blood oozed out the bullet hole on his forehead.

The Duelist retrieved the waiter's cell phone. The villianess and her henchman casually got into the delivery truck. The truck drove away from the crime scene.

The burly Afro-American was confused and asked his mistress, "Why did you kill the guy? Didn't he capture Got Gal for you?"

"Yes, Kong," the Duelist replied, "but he violated one of my rules. We never, ever see these super bitches unmasked! Without their masks, Delta City's super-cunts are nothing more than ordinary sluts. Understand?!?"

Kong acknowledged, "Yes, boss."

As they drove back to their secret lair, the Duelist pulled out her own smartphone and then broadcasted the following text: Got Gal acquired. Get Ms. Americana.

Throughout Delta City, the Duelist's text message appeared on cell phones--like the one she had given to the dead waiter. The villianess laughed as her wicked plan was nearing completion.

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It was nighttime, when Ms. Americana reached the rooftop where Got Gal had last seen Amazing Babe. The star-spangled heroine searched the area for any clues that would lead her to Amazing Babe, but found nothing useful. She leaned against the rooftop's doorway, tried from her fruitless quest to find the younger heroine.

Ms. Americana couldn't help thinking what could be happening to Amazing Babe right now. She imagined how Amazing Babe's precious virginity was brutally taken by her vile captors, instead of during a romantic moment with a future boyfriend. The dastardly villians would probably take turns using Amazing Babe to satisfy their carnal desires. Ms. Americana wondered if Amazing Babe's will would break? Would Amazing Babe be tamed?

"Enough!", Ms. Americana stated aloud. She realized such thought were beneath such a superior woman, like herself. Ms. Americana declared, "I'll save you, Amazing Babe!"

She exited the rooftop, descended to street level, and found one of street contacts, Ratso.

Ratso, despite his tattered and unwashed clothes, looked cleaner than normal. He also wasn't drinking out of paper covered bottle tonight. Ms. Americana usually found Ratso stone drunk, where she to fend off his clumsy advances.

"Hello, Ratso.", Ms. Americana greeted.

Ratso smiled happily upon seeing Delta City's most popular superheroine, which exposed his yellowed and cracked teeth. "Hey there, pretty lady.", he greeted.

Ms. Americana was weired out by his smile, as if Ratso had struck it rich upon seeing her tonight. The street urchin had given her some good tips in the past, and was desperately hoping he had information about Amazing Babe. She urgently asked, "Heard anything about Amazing Babe recently?"

Ratso scratched his grisly beard, and then mumbled, "Uh, who? Do you mean the blonde in the bikni? Oh, she's got big mellons!"

Ms. Americana groaned, but tried not to get upset as Amazing Babe was not as well known as Got Gal and herself. "No, not Got Gal. Amazing Babe is also blonde, but has a star-spangled outfit."

Ratso answered, "Nope, not her."

Ms. Americana pulled out a one-hundred bill from a concealed money clip she had added to her golden power belt. "Thanks.", she said while offering the money to Ratso. While not as helpful as she had hoped, Ms. Americana helped out people like Ratso whenever she could.

The street urchin took the money, and then stuffed the c-note into his pants pocket. Just as Ms. Americana turned to leave, Ratso blurted out, "Wait, pretty lady. Maybe one of my folks knows somethin'." With that, he put his fingers between his lips and gave out a loud whistle.

Seven more street urchins walked out of the shadows. They all looked about the same as Ratso, where some of them coughed or walked with a limp.

Ms. Americana decided what the heck, where she asked, "Have any of you seen a blonde, dressed in a star-spangled costume?"

The seven new arrivals said nothing, and surrounded Ms. Americana in a circle. The star-spangled heroine knew something was wrong, and then took a defensive stance for a potential bum rush.

All at once, Ratso and his friends took out corked wine bottles. They hurled their bottles at Ms. Americana!

Ms. Americana reacted fast enough, where she held up her blue gloved arms to protect her face. The wine bottles shattered as they hit her super-powered kinetic field. The street urchins, instead of pressing forward, rushed away from Ms. Americana. As the broken glass rained around her, Ms. Americana was not prepared for the pink gas the broken wine bottles released!

"Gas!", Ms. Americana instinctively blurted out instead of holding her breath. After she spoke, the star-spangled superheroine sucked in a good amount of the colored gas. She tried to cough out the gas, which only made things worse as she breathed in more gas. The large cloud of pink gas hovered over Ms. Americana's head and upper body.

Ms. Americana immediately felt the gas affect her, where she was losing consciousness. She wildly flailed around her to disperse the pink cloud, but the gas cloud was too big for her. She tried to run away, but she only managed to stagger about like a drunk bum as her body failed to respond. Ms. Americana felt so weak, where she buckled and dropped down onto her hands and knees. She pawed at the ground, where she used all of might to inch forward. Her visioned blurred, which she could not refocus. Her eyelids felt heavy, as did her entire body. Ms. Americana sagged more towards the ground, where she rested on her massive 38G tits. Darkness engulfed her, where Ms. Americana closed her eyes and completely collapsed onto the ground with her big, round ass jutting upwards.

All of the street urchins cheered as Ms. Americana passed out.

Ratso pulled out a cell phone, and then pressed the speed dial for the Duelist. He and his friends anxiously awaited for their reward of booze and snacks for capturing Delta City's most famous superheroine.

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In her secret lair, the Duelist excitedly watched as Kong and her two other henchmen wheeling in the three unconscious super bitches. Amazing Babe was still topless, while both Got Gal was only missing her mystic emerald and Ms. Americana was missing her golden belt of power. The heroic trio were each locked into stockade-like devices, where they were suspended tit and stomach down towards the floor. Their wrists and necks were encased in the front block. The middle block trapped their supple waists. The dual ends trapped their ankles and forced them into a spread-eagle position, where their butts tilted upwards. From the rear, anyone had easy access to the superheroines's cunts and assholes. From the front, anyone could maul their huge breasts that hung like ripe watermellons as gravity pulled their huge boobs down.

The villianess snapped her fingers, and ordered, "Gag them before we wake them up." She smiled with delight as her muscular studs stuffed neon green ball gags into the slack jaws, and then secured the gags in place.

"Make these super bitches a matching set.", the Duelist commanded. She watched as Kong unhooked and pulled off Ms. Americana's patriotic-colored bikini top, while a muscular Caucasian relieved Got Gal of her white top and translucent cape. The pale skinned villianess took a moment to enjoy gazing at their huge, Aphrodite breasts.

"Wake them.", the Duelist ordered. She looked on as each henchman cracked open a big capsule under each of the super bitches's noses. Gas seeped out that flowed into their nostrils. Within seconds, the three super bitches abruptly awoke where they each violently shook their heads and bodies.

The super female trio all tried to demand where they were, but they only blurted out gibberish through their ball gags.

Amazing Babe, who was at one end, was happy to see Got Gal and Ms. Americana. The young superheroine tried to call out to them, but only sounded animalistic grunts.

The Duelist enjoyed watching all three super bitches squirm in their body stockades in a useless effort to free themselves. The villainess retrieved a long box, and then opened the case that revealed three sets of weighted nipple clamps. She walked over to Ms. Americana first, and then dangled the one-pound clamps in front of her deep blue eyes.

The star-spangled superheroine screamed out a loud, "Nuh-ooo!" Ms. Americana cried out as the Duelist stretched out her left nipple, and then screamed in pain as the villainess latched on the nipple clamp. Ms. Americana yelped out in pain, after the Duelist let the weighted nipple clamp drop and hang off of enlongated left nipple. The star-spangled heroine suffered the same pain and torture again, as the Duelist latched the other weighted nipple clamp onto her right nipple. Ms. Americana defiantly jerked in her stockage, and then squealed in pain as her weighted nipple clamps jiggled and tugged on her poor nipples.

The Duelist was aroused by Ms. Americana's pain. The villianess felt her nipples swell into pointy tips that poked into her leather bodysuit.

Got Gal was enraged at what the Duelist had done to her compatriot. Amazing Babe could not see what was happening, but was freaking out that the Duelist was going to sexual torture her again.

Got Gal snarled as the Duelist presented the second set of nipple clamps. The blonde superheroine bit into her neon green ball gag and huffed through the pain of having the weighted nipple clamps attached to her big nipples. Got Gal did her best to hide how much the little teeth of the nipple clamps hurt as they bit into her now swollen nipples, and how much the tiny weights pulled down her gigantic breasts.

The Duelist loved how feisty Got Gal was. The villianess whispered into Got Gal's ear, "I will enjoy breaking you, my bi-sexual cunt."

Got Gal tried blurting out a retort, but yelped in pain from jerking around her weighted nipple clamps. She couldn't believe the tiny weights caused her so much pain.

The villianess moved over to Amazing Babe. The young superheroine immediately panicked, where she was shaking her head and repeated shouting out, "Nuhhh-ooo!"

The Duelist grabbed Amazing Babe by her chin, and then kissed her upper lip. This move stunned the young superheroine for a few moments. The villianess whispered into Amazing Babe's, "There, there, my little jewel. When you're mine, you will beg me to do this to you everyday."

Amazing Babe's nipples, which were overly engorged from the Tower of Pain, hung helplessly. The young superheroine loudly wailed in pain, as the many tiny teeth of the nipple clamp dug into her sensitive left nip. Amazing Babe screamed out as the Duelist let the attached weight fall that forcibly pulled down her left breast. She screamed at the top of lungs as the villianess did the same to her right nipple. Amazing Babe sagged in her stockade and softly sobbed from the BDSM torture. Each sob caused her boobs to jiggle, which then caused her weighted nipple clamps to bob up-and-down and harshly yanked down her large tits by her abused nipples.

The Duelist stepped back to enjoy her work. Having all three super bitches as her bondage slaves was making her so fucking horny. "Lovely!", she fondly approved, "All your huge titties are so stretched out and pointy."

The villianess mused, "You super bitches are still flithy! Lads, flush them out."

Both Ms. Americana and Got Gal guessed what would happen next, while Amazing Babe was just gaining back her composure. The trio of superheroines couldn't see what Kong and the other two henchmen were doing behind them. At the same time, all three superheroines gasped out in shock as something cold and slimy was forced into their assholes. Ms. Americana and Got Gal, having been anally fucked before, were easily penetrated where the small--but seemingly large--tubes pushed past their anal rings and into their rectums.

Amazing Babe, however, panicked at her first anal violation! She instinctively clenched her butt cheeks together as the lube-coated tube pressed against her anal ring.

"Relax bitch!", Kong demanded and then roughly slapped her left ass cheek!

Amazing Babe cried out in pain and her body jerked, and then she squealed in pain as her weighted nipple clamps bobbled back-and-forth. Losing control of her butt muscles, the slimy tube pushed through her virgin anal ring and invaded her asshole.

The superheroine trio each felt the lubricated, plastice tubes in their backdoor holes penetrate them a few more inches.

The Duelist smiled wickedly, and then ordered, "Flush them, lads, with all two quarts."

Three clicks were heard behind the superheroine trio. Ms. Americana, Got Gal, and Amazing Babe all loudly gasped as warm liquid flooded their anal passages. The lube had formed a tight seal around the exposed tube at their anal rings, which prevented any of the liquid from escaping their assholes. The warm liquid welled up inside their anal passages. All three superheroines grunted, panted, and gasped from their forced enemas. Drool escaped from the corners of their mouths, rolled over their neon green ball gags, down their chins, and then dripped onto the floor.

Seeking the least path of resistance, the warm liquid flowed further inside the superheroines's sexy bodies. The eyes of the three superheroines widened in shock and buldged out as the warm liquid gushed into their insides. Ms. Americana, Got Gal, and Amazing Babe all screamed out as the warm liquid flowed into their stomachs. The trio of drooling superheroines groaned with discomfort and panted as the warm liquid filled up and distented their stomachs. Each superheroine tried to move as a little as possible to avoid the painful reaction of their weighted nipple clamps.

In a few minutes, all of the superheroines looked as if they were a few months pregnant. Their gloved hands were balled into tight fists, as they painfully endured the how full of liquid they were with their forced enemas. Each superheroine felt like they had to take the biggest crap of their lives, but seemed too constipated to let anything out.

A minute later, Kong announced, "Two quarts emptied out, boss."

The Duelist cackled with delicious delight! "Brilliant!", she exclaimed.

The villainess bent down to the eye level of the three superheroines. "Good super bitches!", she complimented her captives, "It will be so good to fuck you arses without pulling out any shit."

Ms. Americana, Got Gal, and Amazing Babe all angrily glared at their pale-skinned tormentor. They looked like angry bulls as their nostrils flared.

"Plug up their arses.", the villianess ordered.

Almost simultaneously, the trio of superheroines felt the plastic enema tubes withdrawn from their assholes. Before any of the liquid-filled superheroines could act, their assholes were plugged up with cotton balls. Each superheroine grunted and panted from the continued discomfort in holding two quarts of liquid inside their stomachs and insides.

"Empty the super bitches out," the Duelist ordered, "and then prepare them for the main event."

Kong and the other two henchmen wheeled away the bound superheroines to somewhere they could discharge their bowels. As the trio of drooling superheroines were rolled about, they gasped or yelped in pain as their naked, pointy tits swayed freely that made their weight nipple clamps to clang and swing uncontrolably. The captured superheroines also grunted as the warm liquid sloshed in their distented stomachs.