Victory Party
By A_Bashful1
For over a decade the
organization known as the Slavers Guild had been supplying the world
with top quality slaves for all purposes. They produced zealous thralls
that whole heartedly loved and served their masters faithfully. Anything
from rogue scientist to blood thirsty killer, sadistic torturer to enthusiastic
sex slaves, adroit thieves to fearless spies, as well as any combination
imaginable was their stock and trade. But above all, it was the devoted
sex slaves that brought in the big money.
They were smart enough
to spread their acquisitions out both in time and across distances.
Only three or four a week from each of Gotham, Metropolis, Gateway City,
New York, Chicago, and Los Angeles kept the profile low enough to avoid
detection. Many times homeless people were dressed with the clothes
of the victim and placed in a fiery accident to cover the disappearances
and for many years they grew and prospered completely undetected by
authorities.
Tonight in Gotham Harbor,
the crowning moment of the Slavers Guilds history was
unfolding. A dozen of their biggest clients each needed record numbers
of new sex slaves by the end of the month and tonight was the first
installment. In the biggest single shipment of human merchandise in
the Guilds history, 60 sex slaves and 15 male solider slaves were lead
onto an old freighter soon to depart for international waters and a meeting
with their new masters.
Lou and Alex had worked this operation for almost five years. Their job was to check the propertys bar code to ensure the customer was getting exactly who they were paying for. As each code was scanned into the laptop, a 3-D image of the naked slave would appear on the screen with all the information; their description, slave ID, former name, new owner, function amongst other things. Whether they were sent to Russian brothels, the harems of Arab princes, Asian sex clubs, porn producers world wide, or to drug cartels as prizes for quotas exceeded, all slaves passed through here first.
As Lou finished confirming
slut number 60 for the night he exclaimed Well, that is the last one
for tonight, Alex. Signal the
captain its time to weigh anchor.
But Alex replied How can we be
done? There are still two more
bitches to process! Lou
looked up and sure enough, two beautiful women stood seductively before
him. Both the lithe athletic
redhead and the enormously endowed blonde had the trademark look of lusty
hunger mixed with a joyous stupor as every other minx they had processed
tonight had.
Lou brought over the
hand held scanner and personally checked both their
IDs. Instead of the heads up
display that normally accompanies a scan; the computer chirped and displayed
an ID Damaged error. Lou inspected their wrist bands and exclaimed Aw
fuck! The stupid cunts scratched
their IDs up. Looking
at the enthralled women he asked OK slaves; tell me your designation
and destinations? In throaty cheerful voices the women responded We
are sex slaves. We live to serve our
masters! Lou growled back
That wasnt what I asked,
slaves. What are your ID numbers
and who are your masters?
The women obediently replied We are sex
slaves. The Slavers Guild
is our masters. Lou looked
back at Alex and said Looks like a couple fresh fish got in the wrong
line. We will have to check
with the boss about these
two. Alex grabbed
the two women by the arms while Lou grabbed the laptop and they all boarded
the ship. As soon as all were
aboard, the gang plank raised and the ship began to maneuver out of
port. The Guild had paid the harbor master well for their midnight
departure times and the lack of any security checks on
leaving.
As soon as they started
down the hall, Alex began molesting the gorgeous
blonde. He pushed her against a bulkhead and began to kiss and
knead her huge breasts. His
left hand expertly explored her exposed pussy as the slave moaned
happily. Suddenly Alexs
head shot to the side as Lou delivered a hard slap to his
partner. What the hell
is wrong with you, he snapped! You know only the acquisition teams get to fuck
the merchandise! Alex
replied Look at these whores!
Tell me you dont want to fuck them as much as I
do! How can you resist
THIS? Alex waved his hands
from the blondes lovely face down past her tits with their rock hard
nipples, past her quickly dampening bush, and took a long hard grab of her
round ass cheek. Lou pushed
Alex hard into the metal wall and growled Once they are on their way
to delivery, they are to be kept
pristine! You know what the
penalties for messing up property
are. Alex grew pale as
the reality of what almost happened sunk
in. The two slaves were lead to the owners cabin without
further incident.
The Soul Hacker had
been the undisputed leader of the Slavers Guild for many
years. He had remained at the
top by being smart and by ensuring production
schedules. When the women were
lead into his room, he looked them over
carefully. You say their
IDs are damaged? Both
the henchmen nodded in agreement.
Yes Master Soul
Hacker. The villain, deep
in thought, nodded as he considered the
possibilities. He pulled something
from his jacket pocket and responded Well, lets see if I have
better luck.
The device in his hand
looked similar to the scanners that Alex and Lou had used earlier, yet the
emitter was blue, not red. When
his hand rose above their ID bracelets toward their faces, the women sprung
into action. The blonde twisted
at impossible speed, grabbed the thug behind her, and flung him like a rag
doll into the Soul Hacker. An
indigo blue light from the emitter bounced harmlessly off the ceiling as
both villain and henchman slammed into the far wall
unconscious. The redhead may
not have possessed the speed or strength of her friend, but she rendered
her opponent equally unconscious with a judo throw and a few well placed
hits to pressure points. As
she squeezed the ruby jewel in her earring she said Batgirl to
team. The head is cut.
Its time to finish off the rest of this
serpent!
The old ship rocked
violently as something seemed to scoop the ship from the sea
itself. Powergirl growled at
Batgirl I could have done that as well as
Kara. Why did I have to be the
sex toy instead of her?
Batgirl finished securing the captives and laughed Well, as
cute as Kara is, she just doesnt have the same
well, assets you
do. This pair was so busy drooling
over you that they never saw this coming.
The naked heroines
raced to the deck of the ship. As
Supergirl flew the freighter straight to the Gotham Police Holding Yards
where dozens of Gothams finest waited to make the arrests, Wonder Woman
was pacifying the slavers
crew. Already over a dozen still
bodies littered the deck about her.
When she saw her teammates she shouted I have the deck
covered. Please look to the
prisoners and the mastermind behind
this. Powergirl looked
disappointed, but didnt waste time arguing.
Batgirl made her way
back to the owners cabin in less than 10 minutes, but in that time
one of the Soul Hackers men had freed
him. Subduing the villains was
not a problem for the detective, but in the short time the men had been alone
they had managed to throw the laptops and the strange blue devices into a
metal shredder. Nothing but
plastic and metal confetti remained of the equipment that she had hoped would
both be damning proof for the slavers and salvation to their victims.
Still, they were no match for
someone trained by Batman. Before
the ship was set down, both men were unconscious and
bound.
By the time all arrests
were made and the prisoners were taken to STAR Labs for deprogramming, more
than twelve hours had passed and it was late the next
afternoon. The police and heroines
searched the vessel from stem to stern looking for anything they could use,
but no more data or equipment was found.
Without the mind control device or any information on it, STAR Labs
was less than hopeful of the uphill battle they
faced. Still the news outlets
hailed the victory over the white
slavers. Batgirl, Supergirl,
Wonder Woman, and Powergirl were the darlings of the media for their
efforts.
Later that night Diana
Prince, Linda Danvers, Barbara Gordon, and Karen Starr met at All the Rage,
the most popular club in Metropolis.
This club was one of a chain that was sweeping the country from coast
to coast. Of course Gotham had
one, but Barbara had no intentions of drawing the attention of her daddy,
the good Commissioner of Gotham.
The club itself was a very upscale dance
club. They were typically remodeled
warehouses and had huge dance floors spread out throughout the
building. There were country,
rock, pop, hip hop, and even rap areas.
Although the diversity of the genres offered were quite popular, there
was another reason that they drew such
crowds. There were four ladys
rooms for every mens room.
They worked on the simple principle of make the ladies happy and they
will flock to you; and where there are ladies, the men wont be far
behind.
After a long stint
on the dance floor, the young women returned to their
table. Karen raised her glass and toasted Heres to
the end of the Slavers Guild!
Cheers ladies! All
the women raised their glasses together until they met with a clink and then
took a deep drink from them.
Barbara responded It was good work on everyones part.
The planning, execution, and
the clean up all went well. I
just wish we could have gotten the evidence on the laptops and the mind control
devices for STAR Labs.
Diana hugged her friend
Barbara, dont be so
self-critical. You were only
gone a few minutes and if things had been going badly for me on deck then
the whole operation could have gone
bust. As it is, we recovered
all the victims and captured the entire Slavers
Guild. Linda chimed in
Thats right, Barbara.
In all the years they were in operation, did Batman ever bust any
of them? How does it feel to
beat your mentor in his own back yard?
Besides, Im sure that STAR Labs will be able to help the
victims.
Barbara smiled sheepishly
Oh, Im sure youre right. But I still would have liked it
to have been perfect. All
the ladies smirked at the disguised detective and
laughed. They all knew that
she shared the Dark Knights obsession with
perfection. After the laughter
died completely Barbara broke the silence with Well, all that dancing
and drinking has left me with the need to powder my
nose. Anyone else care to join
me?
All four ladies adjourned
to a rest room. With the number
of ladies facilities available, they had no problem finding a nearby
room. Distracted as they were,
they never heard the door lock shut behind them nor saw the Out of
Service message come on over the
door. They soon discovered that
they had the room to themselves and quickly sated their bodily
needs. Before long all four
were standing before the mirror, refreshing their
makeup. As they joked with one
another they didnt hear the slight humming coming from behind the mirror
until a blinding flash stunned them into
silence. The air filled with
a static charge as deep indigo beams of light erupted from the mirror and
stuck each of them in their unblinking
eyes.
The initial flash stunned
their minds, especially the center of the brain governing
willpower. Caught by surprise
and without benefit of their powerful wills, the corrupting beams of energy
had no resistance to deal with.
The womens high intelligence actually worked against them as
it made their assimilation that much faster and
deeper. In Supergirl, Wonder
Woman, and Powergirls cases, their super powered nervous systems carried
the corruption like superconductors.
Knowledge of sexual positions and techniques flooded
them. Soon they had the talents
and abilities of elite prostitutes, but the corruption didnt stop
there. Their sex drives exploded
within their minds becoming more important than anything except the need
to obey. They still remembered
everything about their old lives, but they no longer
cared. They were slaves now
and only through devoted obedience could they be happy.
After five minutes,
the beams cut off and the enthralled women stood perfectly erect, smiling
wickedly and pushing their impressive breasts forward as if showing their
wares. A panel in the wall opened
to admit men who quickly began working on their
victims. Some men went directly
to the women while the others grabbed all their personal effects and cleaned
the room of any evidence. As
each woman was lead through the secret exit leading to the subbasement lab
of the slavers, a tiara device was attached to their
heads. As the device turned
on, each woman moaned in pleasure.
Although it was highly unlikely that a slave would ever
reject their initial programming, there was more to the process to ensure
it. First, the tiara devices reinforced the initial directives already set
in their minds, acting like a redundant safety device incase the impossible
happened and the programming started to
fail. As long as the tiaras
were in place, nothing could snap the slaves out of their devotion, but soon
the tiaras would be hooked to far more powerful programming devices that
would complete their transformation permanently.
Some of the men went
through their purses for identification while others stripped the women and
scanned them, head to toe, with camera like
devices. As their identification
was scanned in and the devices downloaded the information to laptops, 3-D
images of the women appeared on the screens with all their information including
their slave IDs.
As new bar coded bracelets
were generated and fastened to their wrists, the team leader spoke up OK,
that is all the information. I
am uploading everything to the website.
These babes wont last long out
there. Especially with the number
of slaves we need to produce this week to make up for the ones we lost last
night! One of the buyers will
jump on them quick.
One of the technicians
replied, Wait a minute. Did
you check the encephalographs? The
blondes and the brunette show as completely indoctrinated
already. Hell, readings here
say the little blonde absorbed the whole sex and conversion library over
twenty times! Dont you
think that is a little strange?
The team lead looked
a little irritated and replied Strange maybe, but it is probably just
a reporting error. When we hook
them up, we will use the high power equipment they gave us incase we ran
into any heroes. Take a good
look at them. All the
men in the room looked at the women with
lust. All I know is we
are going to be banging the shit out of these sluts for the next 4 hours
while the equipment makes the changes
permanent. All the
men smiled in anticipation.
Well, here is
a couple more pieces of good news; the brunette works for the
IDAC and the redhead is a Gotham policemans
daughter. How do you want to
handle that? I still say it
would be easier to sneak our property out of Metropolis STAR
Labs.
The team lead spoke
up again Dont worry about the lost property. We will get them
back, one at a time. The
arrangements are already made. We just have to be patient but they will not
be back in our hands in time to help with the current
situation. Now here is how we
handle the disappearance of the new
slaves. Plant a high yield explosive in the brunettes
car. Take four homeless women
and give them the DNA mimicking treatment we acquired from Lex
Corp. We dont want Superman to get involved in this, so
we had better pack a few kilos of Kryptonite around the
explosive. That will permeate their bodies and make it hard for forensics
and impossible for Big Blue to examine
them. Then we will fake a terrorist
cult claiming responsibility for offing the agent.
The doubtful technician
smiled as his fears were eased.
You are a genius, man.
One of these days youll be the Guild Master for
sure. The leader
smiled Maybe someday I will be a master, but the Guild Master will
be our leader for a very long time.
He has already set up the new fool to replace Soul Hacker should
authorities discover we have not been
disbanded. Now we have a big
job ahead of us tonight to do!
While the new slaves
were hooked up directly to mind altering super computers, the men put four
captured homeless women into tank like
chambers. Once the equipment
hummed into operation, the DNA of the homeless ladies began to shift to mimic
the former heroines. The process
was painful, but the victims were heavily sedated.
The equipment had been meant
to save lives, but in practice it was quickly found to only work for a matter
of days before the DNA shifted painfully back to the original
configuration.
As the lusting men
ravaged the heroines they responded like the whores they had become;
enthusiastically participating in the wild orgy.
There were at least two dozen
more men in the subbasement lab of the Slavers Guild and every one
of them was ready to party. As
soon as the men finished their assignments they moved down to the training
floor with the new slaves, leaving just enough men to monitor the progress
of the women.
She may have been the
role model of a generation of super heroines, but the former Amazon Princess
was now a very different woman.
Wonder Woman grabbed the cock of the nearest man and began demonstrating
her mastery of fellatio. Her
tongue teased the shaft and balls.
As she lightly licked her way back to the head, she scraped her teeth
across the sensitive flesh causing the first drops of pre-cum to escape her
excited partners penis. As another man lightly caressed her toned ass cheek, she
raised her ass toward him inviting him to enter her damp pussy from
behind.
Powergirl had two men
servicing her quivering boobs; each alternating between worshipping the mounds
of flesh with their eager mouths and roughly handling them with their strong
hands. While one plied a nipple
with tongue and teeth, the other worked the other tits nipple between
nimble fingers and kissing the overheated minx eager
mouth. Still, it was the third
man eating her hot sex that drove her over the edge.
Supergirl was happily
sandwiched between two hulking men.
Each had a rock hard 10 inch long, two inch thick shaft of pure man
meat, one driven into her ass and the other in her cunt while they worked
the slave like jack hammers. The
slut of steel worked her own body rhythm to the powerful thrusts of the evil
men and added a rotation of her hips to the maneuver that threatened to drive
the three of them insane with pleasure.
Batgirl was the center
of a whirlwind of sexual partners.
She had positioned herself between 3 partners; one in her mouth, one
in her pussy, and one up her anus.
She orchestrated their motions into a single rhythm that controlled
the mens actions and when they would blow their
loads. After 5 minutes she used
her hands to grab the two nearest men waiting for her attentions and began
hand jobs for them; preparing them to replace the men about to gift her with
their cum.
As predicted, the
Slavers Guild website did not have the new slaves profiles online
long before they were snapped up by customers. Within half an hour, not only
had each of them had been bought; the specifications for their new lives
had been chosen and uploaded directly into the mind control
equipment. Seamlessly the devices changed their every thought, desire,
and memory into the new personalities.
While the slavers screwed them senseless, the computers completely
rewrote their minds, erasing every vestige of the women they use to
be.
The effects of the new programming were evident almost
immediately. Diana, who had
been bought by a Bangkok sex palace became more aggressive, to say nothing
about kinky. Her newly uploaded
memories and talents were those of a mistress of all fetishes, but especially
of pleasure and pain. Her sexual
playing became far rougher but her partners certainly did not seem to
mind.
The former Supergirl likewise changed quickly as well; however
not as pointedly as Diana. The
Maid of Might, who had been bought by a Columbian Cartel, became far more
vocal and playful with her lovers.
She flirted and cooed not only at the men pleasuring her, but any
nearby. She practically danced
between her lovers without losing a beat in their rhythm and called to the
others gathering nearby in her perfect Columbian
dialect. Not all could
understand her words, but her actions clearly got the message across; the
more the merrier!
Although Powergirl became more vocal, she also became considerably
less verbal. As the newest property
of a human dairy operation, she knew that speaking was strictly for the
masters. No, her lot in life
was to provide her breast milk for the dairys rich elite customers
and hopefully provide sexual pleasures for her masters as often as
possible. As any other sex slave,
pleasing others with her body was second only to obedience in the sheer joy
and fulfillment she received.
Batgirls changes were harder to see than her
friends. She had been purchased
by a prince of a small Middle Eastern
country. She was now a harem
girl, completely subservient to the wills of
men. She took joy in any task
she was commanded and she showed reverent respect to all
men. Her mind was filled with
all the tenets of her new life in the harem as well as her rolls as servant,
sex toy, and even mother to her masters children. Soon she would be
serving her new master and she thanked Allah for the blessing of her new
life. With joy and enthusiasm she celebrated her enlightenment with his agents
on earth, the Slavers Guild.
The team leader enjoyed
his captive sluts pleasures.
It was the best benefit of a very enjoyable
job. As he finished tit fucking
the former Powergirl, one of his men handed him a cell
phone. After a quick conversation,
he announced to the men There are four jets waiting at Metropolis Airport
to take our merchandise directly to their new
owners. After yesterday, they
are very interested in acquiring them as soon as
possible. We still have two
hours to play with our prizes before we clean them up and send them on their
way, so enjoy them now.
The white slavers did
not need to be told twice. They
ravaged the slaves with gusto.
Their new identities fully loaded, the former heroines performed acts
that would impress porn stars and
prostitutes. Their sexual abilities
and appetites were incredible, but such was expected of Slavers Guild
sex slaves. It was one of their
trademarks; the other being that no slave of theirs has even been
freed. The hours went fast,
but even for the slavers, it was the memory of a
lifetime.
At the end of the four hour orgy, the slavers unhooked the women
from the mind control apparatus.
Their fates long since sealed beyond any chance of
redemption. They were now as
they would be for the rest of their lives; fully programmed Slavers
Guild Sex Slaves.
The women were taken to a dressing room where they cleaned and
prepared themselves for the trip to their new
homes. Excitedly they showered and cleaned away every bit of
their nights sexual pleasures.
They helped each other don their new apparel and apply their make
up. The four women that entered
the hanger and Metropolis Airport were completely unrecognizable to anyone
that knew them before in either of their identities.
A raven tressed woman in a skin tight black leather cat suit
slinked to a jet with Thai lettering along its
side. The steel studded black
knee high stiletto boots click enticingly as she walked up the
gangway. Her pants had slits
up the outside of each leg punctuated by the straps the held the leggings
in place. Her well toned midsection
was left bare for all to see. Her
breasts were barely encased in a tight bikini bra that clearly showed her
diamond hard nipples straining against the
material. Her arms were covered
from finger to mid bicep with black opera
gloves. About her neck was a
black leather choker with a white and red
cameo. As she reached the top,
the former Amazon put her cigarette holder to her mouth and took a long
drag. She then asked in a heavy
German accent You vill take me to der Madame Jetts Hause of
Perversion, ja? The older
but still sexy Thai woman at the top of the stairs answered But of
course my dear. I am Madame
Jett. You are our new fetish
expert, correct? The brunette
sex slave bowed as she answered Jawohl, my
mistress. I am
Helga. I live to serve; both
in pleasure and in pain. Her
mistress smiled as she escorted her new acquisition to her
seat.
About another jet Hispanic men patrolled with Uzis drawn and
wary eyes searching for danger.
They were hard men, one and all, yet what they saw made even the most
hardened of them smile. A lovely
blonde girl held their attention as she glided toward
them. She walked as if she were
moving to a rich salsa beat only she could hear and her sexy inviting smile
was the personification of pure lusty
desire. Her pink micro mini
dress with the extra wide black belt swayed with a hypnotic rhythm that excited
both the men and their new sex slave.
Black laces about her shoulders held up her matching pink top that
cupped her heaving breasts tightly and clung to her sides leaving her bare
toned abs exposed to the leers of the
men. Deep red covered her lush
lips as well as her long perfect fingernails and teal blue eye shadow set
off by deep black mascara brought out the beauty of her
eyes. She ran her hands tenderly
on the bodies of the men as she passed them, collecting the thugs in her
wake like leaves in a river current.
When she got to the gangway she slapped her own ass with both hands
and said in Spanish So my brave men, when do we get the party
started? To her delight
the horny criminals swept her off her feet and carried her into the
jet.
The other blonde slave did not have to say a word to draw as
much attention as her peers. She
was lead to her plane with a trainer at each side, more to suit her new
domesticated instincts than any need for
security. Her black fishnet
stockings and red fuck me pumps made her legs a wonder to behold;
but it was the crimson corset that pushed her titanic bare breasts up like
twin mountains turned on their sides that awed her audience to drooling
silence. The slavers were unable
to administer the shot that would cause her to begin lactating due to some
technical failure they didnt have time to resolve, but the oral drug
appeared to have worked far better than they could have
imagined. Her heaving tits were
already 20% larger and beginning to dribble the precious juices that her
masters coveted, but the slavers could not have known that their latest
slaves mental state had direct effects on her
body. Since her programming
expected the body changes, her body changed to suit her
expectations. She walked in
a slow sexy saunter with an idyllic smile as they lead her aboard the flight
to her new home on the human dairy farm.
The woman who once
was Batgirl did not put on any show or make a grand
entrance. To the outside world it appeared that she was more resigned
than excited about her new life, but that was far from
true. Every good harem girl
knew that she could only show her body in her masters home. Her light
blue burka covered her from head to toe, only exposing her downcast eyes
to observers, but this only showed how deeply committed she was to her existence
as a harem sex slave. Under
her thick opaque burka she wore the finest of
silks. A skimpy gold trimmed
blue halter adorned her ample breasts and a matching bikini bottom hugged
her lovely ass. About her stomach
a gold chain held up a flimsy blue scarf that looped down to cover her right
leg where another golden anklet held it in
place. Her ears and neck were
adorned with the finest of gold loop earrings and
necklaces. Her body was heavily
scented with erotic perfumes and her face made up to flatter her eyes and
lips. No, as she calmly ascended
the gangway of the jet, the outside world saw a meek woman but inside the
obscuring clothes lived the craven whore that would only show herself for
her beloved master.
Within 7 hours of their
capture, each of the new slaves was flying to their new masters.
Early that same morning, the
parking attendant at the Gotham Hilton reported the explosion of a rental
belonging to their guest, Diana Prince.
Not knowing that his own memories had been altered, he swore the women
had talked to him before they pulled up the ramp and their car was engulfed
in flames. His identification
and what little STAR Labs found at the scene confirmed that the identities
of the four young women. Of
course, the Justice League jumped in immediately to investigate, but their
best efforts only confirmed the polices
findings. In the end to protect
their friends and families, the League released a cover story that the heroines
sacrificed themselves to defeat an alien aggressor.
As the heroes of the
world mourned the loss of their colleagues, the Slavers Guild laughed
in secret. They had successfully
faked their own destruction; as far as the world was concerned, the Guild
no longer existed and was free to continue their work covertly. But the icing
on the cake was that the heroines that wrought such havoc for them were no
more.
However, the joke was
on them. Like the parents that
sell their kids comic collection while they are at college, they never knew
the value of the merchandise they had just parted with.
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