Disclaimer: The characters of O-Girl, Lady Felina (Black Minx), Devon Lust and Caroline Charmers are the creation of Jim Weathers at www.bondagecafe.com. Any other characters are my own creation. This story is intended as a homage to the character of O-Girl and to the work of Jim Weathers.
   
O-GIRL: GUEST OF HONOR
   
By Wez
   
    O-Girl blazed through the streets in her shiny black sports car. Street lights dazzled off the slick body work and blacked out windows. This was the break she'd been hoping for. Her arch nemesis Lady Felina aka the Black Minx had kidnapped top city lawyer Torrie Adams and was holding her hostage. The ransom? A straight swap - the stunning blonde for the equally stunning super heroine.
   Black Minx sent in a video recording of the vivacious lawyer tied to a chair. She sent it to the local news station whose director - after about two seconds of thought - decided to cast aside moral issues and broadcast it that night. In the video, Black Minx appeared and made her unusual request but the vile villianess made one crucial error.
   Using her specialist recording equipment, O-Girl was able to highlight and zoom in on a small part of the video playback. Torrie Adams was seated in front of a white background that O-Girl noticed was moving slightly.
   Zooming in, the heroine spotted a small black mark on the background, just next to the rear chair leg. It wouldn't have been seen by the naked eye but thanks to her equipment O-Girl could see it clearly.
   The black mark was an insignia for a marquee company. The white background was a sheet of plastic flapping softly in the wind, which accounted for the slight movements. O-Girl hacked into the marquee firm's computer and discovered that two years ago a large marquee was sold to Devon Lust, local porn trader and a former criminal associate of Lady Felina's.
   The marquee was delivered to Devon's country estate which had been boarded up since Devon's arrest 2 years ago. O-Girl had been captured by Felina and Devon Lust but had turned the tables on her captors. The fiendish Felina escaped but Miss Lust ended up behind bars.
   O-Girl pulled over in a dark country lane, to the rear of the abandoned Lust Estate. She pulled out a set of grappling hooks from her utility belt and easily climbed the large stone wall in front of her.
   Looking resplendent in her purple latex body suit, dark purple gauntlets and ankle boots, O-Girl strode through the dark orchard with her long dark brown flapping in the high winds.
   When she reached the end of the woods she noticed the large marquee at the rear of the house. A light was coming from inside and she could just about make out the silhouetted figures inside. Using a small pair of binoculars concealed in her belt, O-Girl made out the figure of a person sat in a chair and another figure standing beside it.
   "That must be Felina!" O-Girl said to herself, "This time I'll have the drop on her! I teach her a lesson for what she‘s done with poor Torrie!"
   Unbeknownst to Felina, Torrie was in fact a good friend of Caroline Charmers. A beautiful and successful journalist - and O-Girl's alter-ego! In fact, during college, Torrie and Caroline were room mates and got up to more than just studying!
   O-Girl approached the marquee with caution. She tried to keep her thoughts in check. All she could think about was that video image of her friend tied to that chair. Wearing a tight white shirt, unbuttoned enough to show off her ample cleavage, Torrie struggled in vain against the ropes that held her.
   Her breasts rubbed up against the soft white fabric of her shirt, pulling the garment tight across her tits. O-Girl's thoughts turned to those gorgeous nipples sticking out into the breast pockets of Torrie's shirt. With the next fastened button straining at the force put upon it - as if Torrie's tits were about to explode out her very tight top!
   O-Girl stood very still, recalling her memories of that video tape. Ropes dug into Torrie's body, above and below her huge breasts with her arms tied tightly behind her. At least they could've been tied, O-Girl couldn't actually see them. All she could see were her shoulders and the tops of her arms disappearing behind those huge tits.
   Torrie's legs were also heavily bound. Ropes pinched her tanned flesh just below her black leather miniskirt, above and below her knees and around her ankles bringing a pair of 6 inch black high heels tightly together.
   O-Girl reached down and began to fondle her pussy under her uniform. She started to moan as she slowly brought herself towards an orgasm but then suddenly the light inside the marquee was switched off!
   O-Girl froze in her tracks, could she have been spotted? She heard laughter and two women emerged from the marquee entrance. O-Girl quickly ran back to the wood. Luckily she wasn't seen.
   "Are you sure O-Girl will show? It's soooooo obvious it's a trap!" the one woman said, "Of course she will! She doesn't have any choice. Torrie Adams will make excellent bait!" the other women replied, "Come now my dear. Let us adjourn to the lounge and await O-Girl's arrival!"
   "I know that voice!" O-Girl whispered to herself, "Felina! So it is a trap! I'm not sure who the other one is though - too far away to see. No matter, it's too bad that I'll swipe the cheese from the trap Felina, before you can get your claws out. With Torrie out of the way I'll make sure you and your foolhardy accomplice are punished for your crimes!"
   Once the two women were inside the building O-Girl made her move. She ran up to the marquee and slid inside. The room was covered in darkness but she could hear the muffled moans of someone trying to free themselves from tight bondage. Having experienced this on many occasions O-Girl knew what those sounds were!
   She made her way slowly through the darkness towards the sounds of struggling coming from a seated figure. The heroine whispered: "Torrie? Relax, it's me, O-Girl, I'll soon have you out of this!"
   Torrie's moans became louder when she heard this. O-Girl hesitated but decided to continue. "Poor Torrie!" she whispered, "What have they done to you?" O-Girl was now up close to the figure and reached inside her yellow plastic utility belt for a small torch. She shone it into the victim's face.
   It was indeed Torrie. She was heavily gagged and blindfolded. Suddenly, as O-Girl removed the blindfold, the room was engulfed in bright light. Instantly the nubile heroine jumped up and staggered back in shock at the sight that confronted her.
   The room was full of people! All sat around O-Girl and Torrie laughing evily and all staring down at the stunned brunette. At the centre of the motley crew stood Lady Felina and her accomplice.
   "No! It can't be! Devon Lust! You were sent to jail!" O-Girl gasped. Completely transfixed by the sight of her old adversary, the latex clad crime fighter was taken unawares as two burly brutes grabbed her from behind pulling her arms roughly. O-Girl struggled violently but it was no use, the grip on her was too tight.
   "As you can see O-Girl - I am no longer banged up!" Devon laughed, "This here is my little coming home party!"
   "But I don't understand?" O-Girl replied, still struggling against her captors, "You weren't due to be released for another 5 years! How did you get out?"
   "Quite simple my dear!" Felina chuckled, "I arranged for a friend of mine to visit Miss Lust in prison. One of my gang. She poses a passing resemblance to Devon, so with the help of a little plastic surgery, she has now taken Miss Lust's place behind bars!
   And no doubt Devon will reward her double with a generous cash deposit in her bank account in time for her release! It's amazing what anyone will do for money!"
   O-Girl's struggles were becoming less frantic as the futility of her situation soon became apparent. "What about Miss Adams and me? Where do we come into it?"
   "The Black Minx insisted I couldn't have a homecoming without a present!" Devon gloated, "You my dear are the guest of honour! You and your friend the delectable Miss Adams. The both of you have caused more problems between me and my associates gathered here tonight than the entire city police department! So it only stands to reason that as I return to civilisation - you two will shortly leave it!!!"
   O-Girl glanced down at Torrie. The pretty blonde's eyes widened in horror and her brow furrowed. She looked up at O-Girl in desperation, hoping that her friend would save them from whatever fate lied ahead.
   She was heartened to see the heroine's expression of anger as she continued to fight against the men holding her but it wouldn't be long before that look of defiance would be washed away…
   
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O-Girl was truly humiliated. The meal in Devon's honour had begun but the purple clad beauty was not expecting the role she was playing now. Her and Torrie had been stood in the centre of the marquee and tied up back to back to the large metal pole keeping the roof aloft.
   Their arms were tied to the pole and several large leather straps had been fastened around their bodies. Around their necks, above their heaving chests, around their stomachs, hips, upper thighs, calves and ankles. The straps were pulled tight so the bound beauties squeezed up against the hard pillar between them.
   Finally several coils of duct tape were wrapped around their heads and over their mouths. Neither of the gagged gals could move. O-Girl never quit trying but Torrie hardly budged at all.
   Tables had been set up around the trussed up heroines and arranged so they touched their stomachs. Plates of lovely food were then laid out around them. O-Girl frowned when she realised what the foul fiends were doing, they were using the tightly bound crime fighters as a centrepiece for their buffet!
   Most people settled for a flower arrangement or a detailed ice sculpture. But this was the Black Minx and what could be better for the homecoming of the evil Devon Lust? A luscious lawyer and a stunning super heroine tightly bound and whimpering - as past foes helped themselves to a vol-au-vent and a quick grab of a tied tit or two!!!
   It was such an indignity for two of the most powerful women in the city. Held captive at the hands of so many criminals they helped put away in the past. O-Girl was furious. She struggled madly to get loose of her bonds but the straps just seemed to pull tighter. Every now and again, a vile villain she recognised would walk past and help their selves to a handful of nuts without as much as batting an eyelid at the bound beauty in front of them.
   Sometimes one would look up and smile at O-Girl. She usually darted back a look of anger which quickly turned to horror as the chuckling miscreant grabbed a handful of tit flesh and fondled it roughly as he chatted to a colleague.
   "Bastards!!!" she thought, "They're using me as some kind of toy doll! They won't get away with this!"
   Her thoughts of revenge were suddenly cut off as Devon Lust approached her.
   "Its just dawned on me O-Girl that I've been neglecting you!" she gloated, "I mean…you are the guest of honour and I'm the host. I should be treating you much better than this. No matter - I have a little something here that will keep you occupied and give my friends some light entertainment as they tuck into their food."
   O-Girl frowned at the object. It was a vibrator - her one weakness. She closed her eyes tightly as the device was switched on. A soft humming noise could be heard as Devon Lust shoved the gadget under O-Girl's crotch.
   Instantly O-Girl began to moan. Although not in contact with her vagina the vibrator was pressed harshly against her uniform. The vile villianess tied it against O-Girl's right thigh and left it there to do it's job.
   "Not forgetting you Miss Adams!" she giggled, "I have one for you as well!"
   Torrie's eyes grew wide in anger. She was a top city lawyer - professional and forthright - how could they subject her to such an ordeal? But her resolve was weakening. Her only hope was strapped tightly behind her. With O-Girl out of action she knew the fiends could do anything they wanted to her!
   The device was put under her short skirt and pressed roughly against her moist cunt. Tied to her leg the phallus shaped object began to hum and vibrate violently. She began to moan instantly.
   Torrie could hears sounds of ecstasy coming from behind her. At least she guessed it was ecstasy - it sounded more like screams of pain. Indeed, O-Girl was feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain right now. Every villain in town knew her terrible weakness and boy, did they ever use it to their advantage!
   O-Girl was once again in the throws of another glorious orgasm. She hated them so much. She loved to be in control but when vibrated her body and soul mutinied against her. As passion welled up inside her, the sound of the humming started to get to the leather clad beauty.
   She looked out amongst the rabble sat around her - hoping to find some relief from somewhere. But it wasn't coming. She tried to stay calm and focus but then the vibrator seemed to up a gear.
   "The bitch!" she thought, "She's fitted this thing with a automatic control. Oh my god! It's getting faster! Oh My!"
   O-Girl's mind slowly began to empty as all she could think about was that dastardly device pinned to her vagina.
   "MMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!" she screamed into her gag. The bound brunette shook violently, pushing her hips in and out but there was nothing she could do.
   Torrie was also moaning and whimpering in ecstasy but O-Girl was now unconcerned for her friend. Her mind gone, all she could think about was the incessant vibrations between her legs.
   "Mmmmmppppppphhhhhhhhffffff, Mmmmmmppppphhhhhhhfffffff!!!!!" she moaned again and again, the orgasm building up inside her. O-Girl's eyes shut tight as she climaxed again and again, opening briefly just to see various men pass by her without as much as a flicker on their expressions as they helped themselves to neatly cut salmon sandwiches. It was if she wasn't even there.
   O-Girl's presence was also ignored by her friend. Torrie had long forgotten about her Superheroine lover as she too screamed out in pleasure as wave after wave of climaxing hit her body.
   Both women were now panting heavily and sweating profusely. The Black Minx had won. Her vanquished foes hung loosely in their tight bonds as their eyes stared blankly at the walls of the marquee.
   The vile villain and her mischievous colleague Devon Lust, laughed long into the night, swigging champagne and chatting with guests. Every now and then Felina looked up at O-Girl, smiled and gave the tortured beauty a knowing wink.
   O-Girl, frowning, looked back at her captor - wondering how long she would keep her captive. How many more forced cummings she had to endure and what fate she had in mind for her?
   Such questions had to wait as the violated vixen shuddered as another glorious climax shook her body. O-Girl screamed into her gag once more, her eyes fluttered and she slowly passed out. Devon Lust laughed out loud at the sight of her fallen adversary and the trickling of hot cum running down O-Girl's thighs.
   
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When O-Girl finally came around - her situation had not improved. She stirred a little and then suddenly her eyes snapped open. She found herself lying on some sort of metal grid in a small room.
   There was nothing in the room except a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, some sort of switch on the wall next to the metal door and a small clearing in the grid next to where O-Girl lay helpless.
   The heroine attempted to move her arms but found they were tied tightly behind her at the wrists and elbows. She guessed this was the case given the enormous pain she felt and the fact her breasts were jutting out more than usual.
   More ropes were tied around her body keeping her arms pinned behind her. Her legs were also tied together at the thighs, knees and ankles. O-Girl rolled around furiously, trying desperately to break free from her bonds.
   As usual her struggles were futile as it only served to make the ropes around her tighter and tighter still. O-Girl wasn't about to give up though, Torrie was nowhere in sight, she had to free herself somehow and rescue her friend before it was too late.
   After what seemed like hours of frantic, futile struggling, the door to her cell opened and in walked Lady Felina. O-Girl darted a look of pure anger towards the grotesque villain.
   "Ahhhhhh! O-Girrrrrrl!" Felina purred, "I see you haven't lost that determination of yours. That's good, because you're gonna need it if you want to survive my latest diabolical trap!"
   "I always survive your devious traps Lady Felina!" retorted O-Girl defiantly, "This will be no exception!"
   "I wouldn't bank on it O-Girrrrrl!" Felina chuckled, "Devon was most impressed by your performance at dinner tonight that she wanted to keep you as her private slave but I'm afraid you're much too dangerous to keep alive!
   "Instead I shall give Miss Adams to Devon as a welcome home present. I'm sure she will suffice as a willing sex servant!"
   "Torrie? No! Never! I won't let you do that to her!" O-Girl shouted.
   "I'm sorry my dear but you don't have any say in the matter!" Felina responded, "You see this room you're in will be your final resting place! It's a cosy little cell isn't it, an old abandoned air-raid shelter deep beneath the grounds of Devon's country estate. No one will ever find you down here!"
   "You're just going to leave me here, is that it?" O-Girl said bravely, "Come now Lady Felina - you're standards are slipping - not very imaginative is it? Besides, I'm sure I'll find a way out of here once I get free from these bonds."
   "Oh don't worry O-Girl, I intend to make your escape bid a little more challenging!" Felina laughed. She walked over and grabbed O-Girl around the waist, hauling the brunette up to her feet. She then grabbed her legs and placed her in the small space in the metal grid - just about wide enough for O-Girl to stand in.
   "Now be a good mousy and stay there!" Felina said sarcastically, "I have a little present for you!" O-Girl's eyes widened in horror when she saw what it was. Felina took out an ominous looking vibrator and shoved it roughly against O-Girl's crotch. Then using duct tape she secured it firmly in place.
   Once it was strapped roughly between O-Girls legs, Felina switched the device on and altered the setting to "HIGH". Instantly O-Girl began to shudder and scream as she felt the convulsions ripple through her vagina.
   Felina laughed and walked towards the door, stopping when she reached it.
   "No matter how much you struggle O-Girl I advise you to stay absolutely still!" she ordered, flicking the switch next to her. "I've just activated the electric grid on the floor around you. The merest touch will send 1,000 volts of electricity surging through your body!!! Baaaawwwwaaaaahhhhhaaaaaaahhhaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!"
   O-Girl looked worriedly at the grid surrounding her and then looked up at Felina with a look of defiance. She gritted her teeth as the vibrator continued to stimulate her pussy.
   "Well now I must be off my little purple princess," Felina laughed, "I'll just lock this steel door behind me and then you'll be alone in your private prison! What's this O-Girl? No witty comeback? No last defiant gesture? You do disappoint me!" With that Felina closed the door, still laughing loud. O-Girl slowly heard the sound of her evil laughter disappear into the distance…
   
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It seemed like many hours had passed. O-Girl was still trapped in the centre of a highly charged electrical grid, still bound tightly, still moaning loudly and still cumming time and time again.
   Her mind was beginning to empty again. All she could think about was that damn vibrator between her legs. Her obsessive desires turned on her once more as she now welcomed the inevitable orgasms.
   She twisted and turned hoping to break free from her bonds but the more she struggled the tighter the ropes became.
   "Soooooo t-t-tight! C-c-c-can't get free!" she moaned as another orgasm rocked her body. "Must….focus….concentrate….can't movt move! Oh my god, oh, ohhhhh!" Yet another orgasm hit her like a tidal wave…and then another.
   Hot cum trickled down her thighs. "Oh my! Must….concentrate…got to fi find….way out….ohhhhhhhhhhh!" the defeated damsel hummed as she continued to climax. She could feel her mind empty as her vision blurred and she became light-headed. Any moment now she would pass out and fall onto the electric grid, frying her alive!
   O-Girl knew she had to summon all her mighty will to stop this from happening. Bravely she tried to fight it. The harder she tried to focus the more she came. It was a constant battle but she was beginning to overcome it.
   "If…..I…..could just……r……reach…..my…..util…..util…..utility belt!â belt!" she whimpered. Another wave of orgasms hit her as she shuddered and screamed. Unable to move her arms O-Girl knew she had only one chance.
   If she could reach the latch on her belt just above her rear, she could release it and let the belt drop to the ground. The contact it would make with the grid would short-circuit the electric charge and then she could move about freely.
   As another pleasurable orgasm wobbled her O-Girl managed to release the belt. The moment it hit the grid large sparks blew up from it followed by smoke and other small explosions.
   Smoke filled the room as the light above her flicked and then died. O-Girl was now free to hop around the room at will - not a huge bonus but at least she could now crouch down and reach the blade hidden in her right ankle boot.
   Slowly O-Girl cut herself free - all the time continuing to climax again and again. Eventually she managed to tear the vibrator off her body. Sitting on the floor the relief was obvious as she collapsed and drifted off into a deep sleep.
   
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