A Tip Of The Hat...
By Dungeon Dave

Batgirl’s fabled Batcycle rolls to a stop, gravel crunching under the tires as she carefully parks at the base of Gotham Bridge. Other than the sounds of the river, the curvatous detective is puzzled by the complete lack… of anything.

“Curiouser and curiouser…” she mutters, keen eyes search, all in vain because there is nothing unusual to see.

“I don’t see anything either,” says a familiar voice from behind Batgirl.

Quickly spinning around the dark darling sees, “Supergirl! You could scare the life out of me, sneaking up like that!”

The Princess of Power’s face glows from her warm smile. “I would think you’d be used to people mysteriously showing up and disappearing. Don’t you get a lot of that with Batman?”

"Just because you can fly, and are faster than the eye can follow..." Batgirl grins back at her good friend. I'm guessing you heard it too?"

"The League emergency signal," Supergirl nods. "It was very faint and I couldn't tell whose it was."

"But the signal seemed to generate from here," Batgirl finishes. "Only I don't see a signaling device... or any sign of distress."

"Neither do I." Supergirl is using her X-ray vision to scan the area and not finding anything out of the ordinary.

Batgirl has her Batbinoculars out, getting a better view at the bottom of the bridge. "If it had just been me, I'd say it was an accident or a hoax, but with both of us here..."

"It does seem rather odd..." the Maid of Might agrees.

Both heroines are so intent on their searches that they never notice the ghostly body rising up from the ground behind them. Two all but transparent hands reach out. Extended index fingers pointing towards, then passing into heads of the unsuspecting crime fighters.

Just as consciousness flitters away from them, each of the costumed women faintly hear, "Forgive me..." echo in their minds.

Batgirl lets out a moan as she tries to open her eyes. Experiencing a headache like no other, it is taking a bit of time to pull things back together. The first thing she sees as focus returns to her eyes, is that of Supergirl - and it isn't a pretty sight!

The blonde Kryptonian is stretched out into a tight X. Capsules of gleaming steel encase hands, all the way up to her fore arms, and only the tops of her bright red boots can be seen because of similar steel trapping her legs. All four metal pieces are attached to a complex hydraulic structure intended to keep the Maid of Might spread open.

It takes Batgirl a bit more time before she realizes that her friend is in even worse shape. She first pays attention to the way the beautiful blonde's head is hanging down, hair almost covering her face, slowly turning side to side with painful mewings coming from her lips. It isn't until Batgirl pulls her eyes away, looking around the rest of the room, that she sees the small wooden table sitting about five feet away from Supergirl. Or the green, glowing crystal sitting on that table.

"Kryptonite!" Batgirl wants to reach out for the deadly substance, to get it away from her friend, only she isn't able to move. Now Batgirl is forced to concentrate on her own predicament. Discovering just as quickly that it was impossible for her to move! Steel stocks pinned both wrists and her neck in place. Although she couldn't see it, her sternum and belly were resting on a padded bar. A second such bar pressed up against her hips, insuring that her rump was held up, and oh so vulnerably positioned. Finally a spreader bar of some kind was preventing Batgirl from being able to close her legs. It was easy for her to see that Supergirl' costume had been removed, and from the way she could feel cool air on her own skin, Batgirl equally knew that her own uniform was gone, other than her boots, gloves and cowl. For as much as what she hoped that some madman didn't have any plans on using them sexually, knowing that they were nude and so widely available didn't make Batgirl feel very safe.

"Supergirl! Are you alright?"

The blonde powerhouse replied with a weakened, soft voice. "I feel like I'm about to be torn apart. These bonds are too strong... I can't break them... or even pull back... the Kryptonite has drained some much..."

"Yes! I think that was the perfect touch."

The voice comes from behind Batgirl, who can't turn her head to see, she instantly recognizes... "Mad Hatter! You fiend! Why have you done this?"

"I can't tell you how much it warms my heart, knowing you remember me," the little man laughs as he steps into Batgirl's view. "Trust me, I've certainly been thinking of you two."

Batgirl casts a dark glare towards the villain. "And why is that?"

Hatter takes a moment to walk around both his prisoners, inspecting each luscious curve of their beautiful bodies. "Oh, let's see... could it be because you foiled my perfect plan? That because the two, I was prevented from taking over the minds of every person in Gotham City? Or that when you stopped me, you sent me away to prison for about three years!?!"

Completing his inspection tour, Hatter steps back around where Batgirl can see him. And where it is easy for him to reach out and grab one of her bare nipples. Giving it a nasty twist and pinch!

Choking back any reaction, not wanting to give the creepy villain the benefit of seeing her lose control, Batgirl does her best to remain calm as she asks, "How did you do it? How did you capture us?"

Possibly angered from not forcing a response from his prisoner, Mad Hatter lets out a "Hummph..." and walks up behind Supergirl. Having to reach up to do so, his fingers close over as much tit flesh as he can grab. "Damn, but these beauties are amazing! Don't get me wrong, yours are nice Batgirl, but these... why a man could get lost in these...” The lecherous grin on his face only gets bigger, when, this time his pinching fingers do cause a reaction. Supergirl has been so weakened by the Kryptonite that the torment of her tender buds does cause her pain!

"You were saying?" Batgirl tries again, as much as to appease her curiosity as to stop his torment of her friend. "How did you trap us? And were did you ever come up with that piece of Kryptonite?"

The little man just giggles, then for the first time he allows himself the pleasure of rubbing a finger down along the silky shaven lips of Supergirl's pussy! Raising the juice-coated digit to his nose, he inhales deeply. "Exquisite! If only it could be bottled... and shared..." Then, almost as an afterthought, Hatter turns towards Batgirl. "Both tasks were incredibly simple accomplish. Once I enlisted the help of my new partner in crime, that is. Would you like to meet him?"

Before Batgirl can respond, the short crook yells out, "Martian! Get in here!"

To the shared amazement of Supergirl and Batgirl, Martian Man hunter steps into the room! Suddenly things become clear as they can easily see that one of Hatter’s mind control devices held in place by a strap circling the Martian’s baldhead. Both women remember the faint "Forgive me..." playing in their minds, knowing it must have been the thought projected by their fellow Justice Leaguer.

"Once I had tricked big green here, into contact with one of my controllers, all the pieces came together. Letting him lure you using his League emergency signal, it was easy for him to sneak up on you. Something about him disrupting your neural pathways as he increased the density of his intangible fingers... or something like that. Some of this stuff is beyond what I know. The only important part is that you are here."

Taking a short break, Mad Hatter gives himself a little treat by sucking on one of Supergirl's pink nipples. Drawing and chewing on the nub until it is standing out, hard and erect. Then grinning at his accomplishment, he repeats on the other side. All the time, Supergirl is biting on her lower lip, trying to prevent herself from making any sound as bolts of pleasure shoot up to her pain drenched brain.

"My new partner was even kind enough to build this little contraption that is currently holding our dear little Superslut. That was right before he 'borrowed' this little green trinket from the Justice League headquarters," Hatter explains, right before going back to chewing one throbbing nipple, slapping at Supergirl's other breast just for accent.

"NO! Please... stop! I can't take it...!" the Girl of Steel whimpers. Doing what she can, Supergirl tries to shake her formidable chest out of Mad Hatter's reach, but her body is being stretched too tightly for her to shift very much. Her pained reaction only makes the villain want to get more, so he bites down, crushing the now tender morsel between his teeth.

"You won't get away with it! Whatever your silly plan is," Batgirl barks out, hoping her harsh words will distract the little psycho.

"Oh, but I think I will. I already have you two, and with my Martian helper completely under control, there is no one to stop me. Not even the Justice League! I can use Manhunter to take them out one by one. And as he does, I'll be there to add one of my little devices to them, adding to my super powered army!"

"But first!" Stepping back, Mad Hatter takes a full, open handed slap at Supergirl's astounding breasts, smacking one, followed quickly by the other. Then doing a dance of pain, both hands screaming as if he had been punching at a wall. "Damn...! Still invulnerable! But she's still going to be punished. Both of you will," Hatter yells out. "I fully intend on having revenge for you sending me away. Even if I have to use someone else to help get it!"

Neither heroine likes the sound of that, both being held in precariously vulnerable positions.

"Manhunter! Now pay close attention. I want you to use your famous telepathic powers on Supergirl. You are to look around until you find some deep, dark sexual fantasy. And then I want you to make that fantasy come true!"

As J'onn steps up to the racked heroine, Mad Hatter moves to Batgirl's side, first cupping one breast, then squeezing it so hard that his fingers disappear into her flesh. "This ought to be fun. In a shameful and humiliating way" he whispers into Batgirl's ear.

Martian Manhunter is twisting inside. He has no choice, but what he has been ordered goes against everything he has ever stood for. Only under the most dire of conditions has he ever invaded the thoughts of another. And now to do this... and have to do so to such a trusted friend! His inner turmoil is tearing him apart, yet he still lightly presses his hand against Supergirl's cheek, the personal contact making it easier to follow his orders. His consciousness is like a ghost moving around through the Girl of Steel's thoughts. Drifting from one corner of her mind to another until...

Tasting his own bile, filled with revolution at what he knows he must do next, J'onn has no option... his task is clear... now all he has to do is...

His skin begins to move, slithering around as if waves were pushing from below. There is almost a shimmer as J'onn swiftly alters his shape – as Martian Manhunter changes into… Superman! Tall, dark haired, a blue-eyed wonder of the male form... and a 12” long and hard cock jutting straight out from a hole that appears in the front of his red shorts as if by magic.

Upon seeing the transformed hero, both woman let out with a stunned, "Oh my GOD!"

"Yes... YES! This is going to be good!" Hatter gleefully says, then he gives Batgirl's tit another brutal twist.

“Superman” gently floats up into the air, lighter than a feather, stopping only when his cock brushes against Supergirl's lips. Grabbing the back of her head, “Superman” pulls harder and harder until he forces his huge knob in past her lips. Slowly begins pumping himself in and out, each stroke pushes a little more of his male girth inside, until he is finally fucking Supergirl's slender throat

Laughing at Supergirl’s helplessness – Hatter takes position behind Batgirl. Slapping one side of her unprotected ass for a few swats, and then doing the same for the other, Mad Hatter soon has Batgirl’s upturned buttocks glowing a bright red. Keeping up the tempo of the spanking, he quickly uses his free hand to open his pants. “I don’t feel safe trying out old Supercunt yet… she's still too strong for me, I fear. But your sweet pussy is certainly another story.” His rough treatment has already started Batgirl to lube herself as a defense action. Taking full advantage of this, he rudely shoves himself in, sinking half of his length with his first stroke. Then Hatter really starts humping and pumping away at the pinned heroine.

Tears of pain and humiliation roll down Supergirl’s cheeks as she is face fucked. Her mind is having problems coping with the idea that any of this could be happening to her. She is the most powerful female on Earth, and yet she is powerless to prevent degrading herself. Made all the worse by the fact that it is being done a by a friend and comrade… Or that all she can see is the illusion of having her cousin raping her. A thought that now everyone in the room knows had to have come from her own mind. Something that some dark part of her wishes really could happen!

All these strange thoughts and emotions are being shared with J'onn through their forced mental link. He may not be human, but procreation is still... and the wet warmth closed so sweetly around his cock... all has the hero doing what any man would. Getting to him to the point where he is about ready to cum!

It only takes a few more, short, jabbing strokes with his cock to finish him off. Making a strange guttural noise from the back of his throat, Manhunter climaxes, filling Supergirl’s mouth and throat with his hot spunk. The last few spurts from his cock spatter on her face, slowly dripping down her chin and onto her, now less than proud, super tits. Just like the normal skin tone of J’onn, his cum also has a greenish appearance. After shooting off a pint of cum, "Superman's" prick is still hard as his body drops gently as a leaf to the ground. Stepping behind the bound heroine, Supergirl feels as his wet shaft slides up between her buttocks, pressing ever forward until the tip is pressing against her slick pussy opening. A sudden forward thrust of his hips, and Manhunter / Superman is inside her…

Filling her lust slickened channel…Spreading and stretching Supergirl in ways she had never experienced before… penetrating ever deeper inside her with every rough thrust.

Hatter is laughing like a maniac at the sight of Supergirl’s molestation and degradation, fueling him along as he fucks away all the harder at Batgirl tight cunt. It doesn’t take long before he is shooting his own sticky spew into her pussy. Leaving his shrinking cock inside Batgirl, they both watch as Supergirl orgasms. Rocking as she rides the massive cock, tits bouncing madly, J'onn knows just what it takes to keep her going. He is using one finger to strum her clit along. Reading from her mind every masturbation trick she'd ever known, J'onn is able to match that pressure and speed perfectly...

Setting Supergirl off again... and again... never giving her a chance to relax or rest... forcing continued climaxes from her tormented clit. All the time while still tunneling deeper into her cunt with his oversized cock. Soon their carnal coupling is too much for Manhunter ignore, Supergirl's inner muscles spasming around him... gripping a snug hold... urging him on...

Until J'onn is once again shooting off his own massive load, leaving Supergirl limp and panting from her own orgasms while the greenish goo oozes down her trembling thighs.

“Why not give our little bat a bit of the same treatment?” Mad Hatter’s playful “suggestion” is acted upon with the power of a command. As the Martian steps towards the captive crime fighter, he is once more casting forward with his mind… making contact with Batgirl’s inner thoughts… digging around inside as he sifts through her deepest fantasies…

Slowly his “Superman” appearance begins to shift. Features and body morphing and reshaping until he looks like…

“BATMAN! NO!!” Batgirl shouts. But the locked metal frame easily prevents her from moving away. Steel plates keep her head and face pinned as an immovable target, one which is right at the hero’s hip level. Right where “Batman’s” hard cock is now pointing!

For Batgirl this is a sick trick. She has always respected the Dark Knight. He has acted with all the care as a second father as he overlooked her training. She has always thought of him as mentor and friend, never once having pictured him as a potential lover. Certainly during their various training sessions together she had seen his body in various degrees of undress, and had noted what a perfect male he was. His finely tuned body is of course something that any woman would fantasize about.

But she would never dream about actually…

Or would she? Maybe in some inner vault of her mind... maybe just once, while masturbating one lonely night...

All such thoughts come to an abrupt end as the thick knob is pressed against her mouth. She knows resistance will be useless. If Supergirl couldn’t prevent having to suck on Superman’s… that is Manhunter’s cock, then what chance would she have? He was simply too strong! Just as her logical mind knows that this isn’t really Batman ready to face fuck her, Batgirl also knows there is no way she will ever be able to fight against the super human strength of J’onn J’onzz. Realizing that she’ll only be inviting more pain and suffering by trying, it will be far easier for her just to give in… to open her mouth and accept…

Possibly a better plan would be in trying any tricks she can think of… maybe using her flicking tongue in an effort to get the Manhunter to shoot off his load... finding some way to tease him until he has to...

Praying to end her humiliation as quickly as possible!

What she hadn’t counted on… was that extra taste. She had been so shocked at seeing “Batman” coming for her, that Batgirl completely forgot where that huge cock had just been… what it had just been doing to…

Now this thick member was filling her mouth with its size… along with the taste of Supergirl’s pussy!

It is a moment of shock and realization, which is not lost on Hatter, who is gleefully following with every second of her debasement. “Which do you like better? Licking up what’s left of that Martian man goo… or savoring how tasty Supergirl is? I can have him go back for some more of that sweet juice if you really like it. Let him take a few more strokes inside Supergirl’s cunt just to recoat his cock. Then you can lap up a bit more. Yummy, eh? Why, I bet my Martian friend could do that for you all night long. And I bet it would help keep Supergirl from feeling lonely!”

The next time “Batman’s” cock pulls back, almost clearing her mouth, Batgirl spits out “Bastard!”

“You think so? Well let us see how big a bastard I can be.” Turning his attention to J’onn, “Give it all to her. Choke her with that cock! Don’t stop pushing in until your balls are rolling around on her tongue… I want see cum flowing out as you shoot off into her mouth!” Then he glances back to Batgirl, “How do you like that? Bitch!”

From the angle the stocks hold her at; there is no way for Batgirl to make enough space for a throat fucking. “Batman’s” cock can only reach as far as the rear of her mouth, where it is banging away hard and painfully at her. Unless she can get free of the stocks… or find some way to raise her head up to a better angle…

Banging and banging – the sensation of that rough impact against the back of her head starts to get J’onn off. With her cheeks filling up like waterballons – J’onn’s cock erupts. Unable to swallow the copious flow of jizz fast enough – J’onn cums and cums – with the greenish goo forcing its way out from corners of her mouth. Yanking his cock free, J’onn’s hand strokes at his still hard meat, sending three more ropes of greenish cock snot to splash out and over Batgirl’s face and cowl.

“Now isn’t that sweet? You wouldn’t believe just how cute you look like this,” Hatter taunts his drenched prisoner. “But let us not forget about your friend. I bet she’s getting jealous, what with you hogging all the action.”

Turning back to the suspended Supergirl, Mad Hatter continues with his taunts. “Well, we know how well you get off with having Superman pound away at your insides… and we’ve seen you willingly drink down a pretty sizable ball load of cum, you whore. That sure is one hell of big cock he swings. But I’d be interested in seeing what you’d do with your green buddy here in his natural state. Was that the size of prick that you imagined Superman would have… or is your green buddy really hung like that? Let’s find out. Manhunter! Change to the way you would normally look… show us the real you. All of it!”

The visage of Batman melts away, morphing into a taller, much more angular frame. Looking completely unworldly due to the difference with joint placement, J’onn’s body seems as if it is built more from a series of rectangles joined together, than from human body parts.

Then his penis begins to emerge. Normal appearance for a either a Martian male or female is with their main sex organs “tucked” away, hidden inside their bodies when not in use. As J’onn’s prick appears, it becomes quickly apparent that it is like the rest of his body, rectangular.

And Long!

Much thicker and notably longer than any human counterpart, the Manhunter’s cock closely resembles a length of 4 x 4 lumber which, tapers down at the tip to be just slightly less than the size of a 2 x 4 board. And it's about 18” long”

Supergirl’s eyes pop at the sight of the massive organ. “No! You can’t! It’ won’t fit… it can’t possibly fit!”

Mad Hatter is almost equally shaken. This alien cock is nothing like what he had expected to see. “Jesus! That’s gonna hurt going in! But it’s sure going to be fun to watch!”

Batgirl is also shocked to the core as she pleads for her friend. “You can’t expect… you’ll rip her apart!”

“I’ll do anything I want, Bitch!” Hatter backhands Batgirl, but the end of his angry swing twists his body in an unexpected way, and he suddenly loses balance. Catching himself before falling flat, his hat flips off from his head, rolling around in a circle briefly when it hits the deck.

And J’onn Jonzz stops dead in place!

“A bit of a fail safe,” Hatter mentions as he brushes small bits of lint and dust from his hat before putting it on. “It only works while I’m wearing it.” Once the hat is resting on his head, Martian Manhunter is once again making his way towards the defenseless Supergirl.

This time he approaches from the front, Supergirl’s eyes growing wide as saucers the closer he gets. Everyone in the room knows that getting this enormous cock wedged in isn’t going to be easy. Not that J’onn has any choice… he must obey the orders given him… all he can do is try to make this as easy as possible for Supergirl. Luckily her slit is still juiced up and dripping from their earlier coupling. The strange mixing of their collective sex cream is going to have to act as the only lube Supergirl is going to get. Rubbing the huge rectangular tip across her soft female petals, J’onn does his best to wet his length down.

“Stop wasting time! Bang that Bitch! I want to see you split her in half!” The impatient Mad Hatter screams. Staring intently, he has one hand straying down to play with one of Batgirl’s exposed breasts. Cruelly he rolls the erect, rubbery bud, pinching it between finger and thumb until she is forced to groan out in pain.

But her sounds of suffering are nothing like the shouts of pain coming from Supergirl as J’onn wedges his lumber sized cock tip into her tender slot. A few quick jabs are only enough for him to insert a few inches of his length. Ashamed with himself over the pain he is inflecting upon an innocent victim, J’onn is struggling to be gentle. But the resounding commands echoing in his brain force J’onn to grab hold fast to her hips, making Supergirl an easy target as he quickly jams himself forward. Thrusting out with enough energy and force to push over a locomotive, he spears an entire foot of green cock meat deep into the screaming Maid of Might.

Supergirl’s head is thrown back, eyes pinched tight as she screams and screams with agony. Being fucked with business end of a baseball bat would be much easier than what is tunneling its way through her. Full breasts are bouncing swiftly side to side as Supergirl does anything she can to pull herself away from the impaling cock meat.

“OH SHIT!” marvels Mad Hatter. He’s never seen a female ravaged like this before. Yet even this is not enough to satisfy the deranged criminal. “Get that clit working! I want to see her cumming,” Hatter ordered, “And cumming hard!”

There’s still so much more cock available to use, but with J’onn already hammering his cock crown at her bruised cervix, any deeper penetration seems impossible.

But J’onn is still trying. Just as ordered. He is internally crying out with anguish as this nightmare continues. He prays to be able to stop; to let this shared shame come to an end. Only it doesn’t. And J’onn knows that his Martian physiology will allow him to keep on like this for hours... possibly days!

That he could very well fuck both of his friends to death… all for the amusement of this deranged little man!

Using the super powered muscles of his left arm to pull Supergirl’s limp body towards him, J’onn slams his hips forward. Then he uses his right index finger to reach around for her clit, which the Manhunter begins to rub and rotate. The pink pearl of her sexual center is being stimulated and flicked with an ever-increasing tempo. Forced to use his telepathic powers to help with his task of “make her cum” J’onn is again reading Supergirl’s reaction to his touch. Using her own thoughts as a guide to increase her sensitivity and needs… until he is able to ignite her cunt in ways only ever reached in masturbation dreams!

Soon J’onn’s fingers are barely more than a blur to human vision, doing more to Supergirl than any vibrator could possibly do. Within seconds Supergirl’s over stimulated nervous system can’t take any more. Screaming out loud as her brain is filled with pleasure/pain, Supergirl cums. Followed quickly by another clit flicked howling orgasm. And another… Blonde hair is flying, sending stinging whips across J’onn’s face as Supergirl’s head is violently shaking side to side as she loses all control. Only the whites of her eyes can be seen as she screams over and over again, one extreme orgasm building on the next… each new one stronger than the last… ripping through her pussy at a rapid-fire rate!

“Jesus! I’ve never seen anything like that!” Hatter happily grunts, one hand is absently rubbing at his crotch, which has once again swollen up full and hard. Fishing out his erection, he points it towards Batgirl’s mouth. Wide eyed and stunned from what she’s seen, the Dark Knight Damsel doesn’t resist as Hatter feeds his cum crusted cock to her. She doesn’t even react as he makes her taste her own dried cunt juices. Only now is Hatter discovering the same problem that Manhunter had when he was forcing Batgirl to suck cock… the stocks prevent the girl’s head from moving, so he can’t stuff her throat as deeply as wants.

The way he needs!

“Damn it! Let’s get you out of this…” Hatter quickly finds the key and opens the lock, swinging the top half of the hinged stocks away. He is pointing a gun at Batgirl during this process. “Sorry to be so pedestrian. Not that I don’t trust you… but I don’t!” Hands and neck may be freed from bondage, but Batgirl’s ankles are still joined by the spreader down below. And with her muscles are still so sore from being held in such an extreme position for such a long a long time, speed isn’t about to be something she can use as a weapon.

Hatter tosses an oversized pair of metal cuffs to Batgirl. “I’m sure you know how to use them. Snap them on behind your back.” Only after he is utterly convinced that she is secured, does he point to make her kneel down on the floor. Lobbing the key for the spreader her way, he orders, “Get rid of that bar, then get your ass over here and start sucking on my bar of meat!”

Wishing she could do something to stop the brutal rape of Supergirl, Batgirl squirms around on the ground, trying to fit the key to lock. It’s a lovely show she is putting on, and Hatter is enjoying every second of the fluid female display, as her tits roll and ass jiggles. That is, he enjoys the sight until the throbbing in his nuts reminds him that he wants his cock sucked. NOW!”

“Hurry it up slut,” he barks. “Or else I’ll have your green friend start to ass fuck Supes.”

Unable to even imagine the concept of such a horrible thing, Batgirl twists herself into a painful pretzel to get rid of the spreader. Just as she’s kicking it away, Hatter tosses a second pair of cuffs her way. “For as much as I’d love to get those legs folded back behind your ears a little later, I don’t plan on giving you any opportunity to get at me. Except, that is, for getting your mouth on my cock!”

Locking her ankles together, Batgirl is forced to crawl on her knees in order to reach Hatter. Desperate to end Supergirl’s suffering, she sees an opening. Once she gets within only a couple feet of the garish criminal, Batgirl snaps her legs out with almost superhuman speed, swinging her bound ankles around and up to kick at Mad Hatter. Air whooshing out of his lungs, he drops in a heap… his hat rolling away from him!

Instantly Martian Manhunter’s body freezes in place, and a grateful Supergirl slumps heavily in her bonds while still impaled on his length of 4 x 4.

Mad Hatter and Batgirl both scramble to get at his hat. The cowled beauty knows that if she isn’t first to reach it, that all is lost, that their sexual torture will begin again. Hampered by the steel cuffs slows Batgirl just enough, and Mad Hatter gets to the hat first, quickly restoring it to head. “Martian Manhunter!” he angrily spits out, while glaring at the panting Batgirl. “Take that piece of Kryptonite and shove it up Supergirl’s ass!”

J’onn instantly yanks his cock free, turning to reach out...

Supergirl is still glassy eyed from all the forced orgasms. She doesn't know where it comes from, but she finds a way to generate a bit of heat vision. Just enough to cut through one leg of the small table. The shard of Kryptonite hits the floor and bounces, all of which only slows J'onn for a few seconds. Picking it up from the floor, without hesitation he crams it as far up Supergirl’s rectum as what the inhumanly long fingers can reach. The blonde Kryptonian can only scream in agony, as the poison is inserted, utterly powerless to prevent it from happening.

“NO! Stop!! You can’t…!!” Batgirl shouts, she’s close enough to attack again; only Hatter is a beat quicker this time as his kicks out hard at her chest. Pain fills her tits as she falls back onto the hard floor.

“Manhunter!” Hatter yells out, “Fuck Batgirl’s ass with every inch of your cock!”

Batgirl’s face is a study of absolute horror. She’s just heard her death sentence. There is no way that length of lumber jutting out from between the Martian’s legs can ever fit inside her – but she also knows with complete certainty that with J’onn’s super strength, driven on by Hatter’s insane instruction, that her body will be torn apart by such an anal invasion. Scrambling the best she can with bound hands and unsure feet Batgirl skids her ass across the floor in and attempt to put as much distance between her and Manhunter. In doing so she finds herself crawling over the pile made by both Supergirl’s and her own discarded uniforms. Frantically she claws fingers at her utility belt.

An instant later J’onn only needs to use one hand as he picks Batgirl up by the throat, turning her body and using his free hand to effortlessly snap the ankle cuffs and lift one trembling leg up out of his way. Batgirl is begging, pleading with Mad Hatter to end this. The Manhunter was unable to respond to any pleas for mercy, his mind being fill with the criminal’s orders, which echo over and over to him. His cock tip prods at Batgirl’s nether hole, and she is a female fury, squirming around best she can to make her tender bud as hard a target to find as possible. Feeling the muscles in his arm tense, she steels herself for the inevitable attack to come.

“This had better work,” she grunts to herself, twisting one hand behind her.

Two things happen at almost the same instant. A small plastic orb flicks out from Batgirl’s hand, like a kid playing marbles; just as Manhunter’s hips rocketing forward!

The enormous tip of his cock forces its way three full inches into Batgirl’s rectum with that first thrust. If she were able to think about it quickly enough, she would know that the next one probably wouldn’t stop until it speared all the way through to her stomach!

But before he could pull out for the next piston like stroke, the small tossed orb hits on J’onn’s left boot. A burst of heat and fire erupt, with chemical flames licking up his leg. A primal portion of his brain, one where Hatter’s influence cannot reach, kicks in. Manhunter drops Batgirl as he leaps back in an attempt to get the deadly flames off him.

“NO! You Bitch! What have you done?” Now it is Hatter’s turn to be terrified as he suddenly fears that all his plans are about to crumble.

Ignoring the stinging tears in her eyes and white-hot pain from the forced anal penetration, Batgirl is ready to launch herself at the madman. This will be her last change. If she fails now, there are no more tricks in her bag that can possibly stop the Martian.

Posed and ready to leap, Batgirl pulls up short when she sees the top hat suddenly fly off Hatter’s head. From the corner of her eye she can make out that Supergirl’s cheeks are puffed out. Even through the pain of her rape and the searing agony caused by the poison crystal buried inside her, the Princess of Power has also recognized that this as being their last hope for escape. Somehow she has managed enough of a burst of superbreath to knock the controller away from its criminal owner.

Without thinking, Batgirl is already aiming herself at the new target, leaping for the hat even as it is still falling. Hatter is trying to figure out what has happened. Easily reaching it first this time, Batgirl pins the hat to floor with one bright yellow boot heel, stomping it to pieces with the other.

Batgirl is smiling with triumph, stopping only as she remembers J’onn. Without direct control he has frozen in place… with one leg still on fire! Torn between goals, Batgirl hesitates for a heartbeat. Does she go to the aid of her friend, or take down Hatter once and for all. Mad Hatter ends the decision when starts digging around in his pocket, yanking free something about the size of a garage door opener.

“I always carry a spare,” Hatter shouts happily. “Now, by the time I have Big Green here fuck you to death, Supergirl should be weak enough that even I can screw her to death. I’d like to keep you both around to use as controlled sex toys – but I can’t trust you anymore! Martian - GET HER!!”

Only the flames burning on Manhunter’s leg prevent him from responding instantly. Noting his hesitation gives Batgirl a chance to throw herself at Hatter again. A swift kick to his wrist sends the stand-by control flying, smashing it against a wall. Her next kick is aimed at the point of Hatter’s chin – putting him directly into dreamland. A heavily panting Supergirl struggles with the effort of sending a second burst of super breath. This one is aimed at J’onn to extinguish the flames at his leg. Disregarding his own pain, the Martian Manhunter flashes across the room to free Supergirl. In the time it takes him to rip the steel cuffs away like peeling an orange, Batgirl has found something she can use to pick the locks on the wrist cuffs and free herself.

Free of the rack holding her, Supergirl collapses, falling in a heap as J’onn and Batgirl try to comfort her. Batgirl quickly notices the sickening greenish-grey tinge to Supergirl’s skin. “My God! The Green K is killing her… What can we do?”

“Allow me.” Martian Manhunter’s voice is frosty cold as he moves Supergirl around. His right hand becomes almost transparent he changes its density, becoming intangible. Ghostly fingers reach right into the Maid of Might, locating the piece of crystal, then plucking the Green K out of her body.

Batgirl cradles Supergirl's body as the Girl of Steel shows signs of recovering. J'onn has silently moved away to a far corner, wishing he could be anywhere else. Certainly far, far away from these two women he has done so much damage to...

As if sensing his feelings of self-loathing, both heroines look to him and smile.

"It wasn't your fault. We both know that," Batgirl offers.

"And I thank you for all you did," Supergirl adds. "Without your brave resistance... well... It would have been much worse."

J'onn nods his head as thanks for their kindness. He doesn't need his powers of telepathy to know they are telling the truth. He makes wordless communication with Flash, who is on monitor duty. Seconds later they transport away...