I’ll DoYours If You’ll Do Mine…
By Dungeon Dave

THE PLAN:
Lex Luthor, Metropolis’s reining criminal genius is sitting in a darkened office mulling over how much better his fortunes would be if not for all these meddling superheroes constantly fouling up his life. He is startled from his morose thoughts by the sudden and most unexpected appearance of the Joker. Wasting no time, the pasty faced criminal loudly starts into a laundry list of complaints, most of which bemoaning how all of his “brilliant” plans get foiled. Luthor can’t even get a word in edgewise as Joker rambles on about how all of his problems seem to revolve around some form of bats.

“So what do you say Lexy? How about we join together to rid the world of some pests?”

“Why in the world would I ever consider taking part with any plan that involves you?” Lex grumbles. As if his day hadn’t been bad enough already.

Leaning in over Luthor’s desk, the shadows playing over Joker’s pasty white face, giving him a rather skull-like appearance. “Just give this a listen. I’ve given it a lot of thought?”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Lex replies, his foot slowly moves towards the hidden switch that will summon his beautiful and deadly chauffer / bodyguard, Mercy.

Joker is on a roll and isn’t willing to be put off. “We’ve both spent too much time fighting the same pests over and over again. The bats all know me too well, just as those goody goodies in blue probably have all your moves down pretty pat.”

Sadly, Lex slowly shakes his head with disbelief. “So you’re offering to swap adversaries? Do you really think you are ready to take on Superman?”

With a sick giggle Joker points out, “I was actually thinking of starting off with something a bit smaller. You know, like a trail run. How about we get rid of Supergirl and Batgirl first?”

“Honestly I’d be happy to be rid of any of them,” Luthor says. Then it strikes him that this insane clown might actually have the germ of an interesting idea. “But you know I’m not just looking at simply causing some trouble for Supergirl. I want her gone. Permanently! But I cannot afford having anything pointing back to me. The last thing I want is to have the entire Justice League hunting me down.”

“That’s the beauty of it Lexy!” Still leaning with hands on the desk, Joker’s legs are pumping up and down in an excited jig. “I kill little blue for you… and so what? Nothing leads back to you. And even if they do catch me… what are they going to do? Kill me? All those heroes? I don’t think so! No… they’ll send me back to my home, sweet home away from home. They send me back to Arkham! HA HA HA HA… And they’ve never been able to hold me in that place for long! HA HA HA HA HA….!”

“And I take care of Batgirl in return?” The first part of this is plan actually sounds good.

“You can do anything you want to with her,” Joker leans himself almost nose to nose with Luthor, his mad eyes gleaming wildly. “Just so long as I never see her again!”

THE TRAP:
Later, Supergirl is acting on a tip that Lex Luthor was spotted in the area of a Star Lab facility on the outskirts of Metropolis. Curious about what the villain might be up to, and wondering how there could be any possible ties between the criminal and Star Labs, the Maid of Might speeds to investigate. Gliding down gently from the sky she finds Batgirl parking her Batcycle out in front of the same building. The pair quickly share greetings and notes. It seems that Batgirl has been following her own tip, one that has her believing that the Joker may be paying a surprise visit to Metropolis. Supergirl quickly explains why she is here, until her story is interrupted when they both catch a quick glimpse of a figure looking strangely like the Joker moving around inside the Star Labs building.

“He might be yours, but I bet I can get to him first,” Supergirl smiles as she flies away in a flash. But once inside the building the Girl of Steel finds herself lost in a maze of white corridors. Using of her X-ray vision doesn’t seem to help, making her wonder what kind of research would be done that would require lead lining of every wall. And where are all the employees? Shouldn’t there be someone wandering around here during normal business hours? Luckily her super hearing can still pickup the Joker’s taunting laugh, allowing her to home in on him.

Outside, Batgirl is deciding if she should go in to assist Supergirl. As if the Girl of Steel would ever require any help from her. No, better she should just wait here to help clean up the mess. After all, what kind of a fight could Joker ever put up against such a powerful super heroine? Then she notices a glint of light, something briefly gleaming from an office window from an upper floor. Trying not to give away that she has noticed anything unusual, Batgirl rolls her eyes back in their sockets to get a better look. From the distance she cannot be sure, but it does look like the profile of Lex Luthor’s famous battle suit – and it looks like he is setting up an energy weapon of some kind. Could it be that Luthor was setting up an ambush for Supergirl? If so, is the presence of the Joker here just a distraction to give Luthor time to finish his preparations? With too many questions nagging at her, the masked dare doll decides this requires further investigation. Still not letting on that she has noticed anything wrong, Batgirl casually gets on her cycle and slowly rolls away. Cruising around the corner where she can’t be seen, she again parks the bike, then searches for another way into the building. She needs to get upstairs before Lex can attack the unsuspecting Supergirl.

FOR SAFE KEEPING:
Supergirl is sure that she is only moments away from nabbing the Joker. His laughter is getting louder, and the corridor in front of her is running out connecting hallways that he could possibly disappear down. Making one last turn, she can now see what seems will be the final room. It is a spacious, if sterile lab, and at attached at the rear is a large walk-in vault. The vault door is wide open. One quick glance with her super vision tells her Joker isn’t hiding anywhere in the room, which only leaves one place he could be. Stepping into the vault, she flicks on a wall switch to light up the inside. Standing calmly in a rear corner is the Joker.

“Supergirl! What an unpleasant surprise.”

“Why are you in my city, Joker?”

“Your city? Funny, I thought Big Blue had a big piece of it!

The grinning villain slowly steps his way closer to Supergirl, all the while he is fingering the flower in his lapel. Making a flourish with the opposite hand, a grand move which distracts Supergirl for the briefest of an instant, causing her to glance away just long enough for a jet of green goo to shoot out at her from the lapel flower. The startled Supergirl cannot react quickly enough to prevent the goo from splashing onto her blouse, where it instantly sticks to the blue fabric in a thick glob. Instinctively she reaches to brush it off, but lets out a hiss of pain first before she can even touch at the stain. Then she collapses to the floor like a rag doll. Rolling around in obvious pain, Supergirl tries in vain to wipe the goo off from her lovely chest, her fingers burning in agony from even the briefest contact with the quickly hardened mess.

“What’s wrong little Blue Bird? You’re looking a little green around the gills,” Joker says with mock concern. “Or could it be from all that lovely green Krypotnite smeared across your bountiful chest?”

The close proximity of the Green K has quickly weakened the Girl of Steel, and is clearly causing her great deal of pain. “Please… please help me…” she begs in short gasps.

“Haven’t I done enough already?” Joker laughs as he dances wildly around the helpless girl. “If only you knew the amount of time and effort it took to get my little surprise spray to work just right. How many runs it took to get the adhesive to dry fast, but still stay as a liquid until I needed it Work, work, work....”

Supergirl is slowly flopping around on the ground from the continued pain stabbing at her. Desperately she begins clutching at the bottom of her blouse, fingers trembling as she tries to pull it up. Fighting frantically to take off the stained uniform so she can get away from the deadly Green K radiation. Each passing tick of the clock is draining strength and life from her body.

“But maybe it all happened so fast you weren’t able to appreciate my efforts. So how about a quick replay?” Wearing a frightening, leering death grin, Joker stands over Supergirl’s legs. Activating the control for his lethal flower, he sends out a second squirt of Green K spray. This time the spattering of goo glues itself to her short, red skirt.

“NO!” she shouts out as she is hit with a second wave of searing pain. Spasms of agony rip through her body with the increased amount of the poison.

“Please… don’t… you’re killing me…” pleads the helpless heroine.

“Kind of the point, don’t you think,” the insane villain gleefully laughs. “That’s why you’re here. No hope of rescue! No sunlight to help you recharge. Lots of lovely lead shielding so nobody can see you… HA HA HA HA … as if any one is looking!” Joker gives a kick at Supergirl’s chest. Kicking hard enough to change her direction as the poisoned Girl of Steel, who has been slowly trying to crawl her way towards the vault door. “Oh, and the best part… Once we’re finished here, I lock the vault – with you inside – and this whole wing of the building gets filled with cement. A most fitting tomb, don’t you think? At least a lasting one! HA HA HA HA HA…!?!?!”

SHOCKING DEVELOPMENT:
Batgirl has silently made her way upstairs, positive that she has narrowed her search down to exactly the room Lex is in. Unfortunately there is no window allowing her see into the room, and because of electronic locks, there is not even a keyhole for her to spy through. Her only option will be to get past the lock as stealthily as possible… and enter. Using a small device from her utility belt she quickly defeats the lock. Gripping the door handle, Batgirl’s body tenses as she prepares to burst inside. Throwing the door wide, the athletic avenger leaps forward. Landing with a tight forward roll, she comes to a stop in a kneeling position, Batarang in her hand ready to throw.

Lex is in his battle suit, standing by the outside window with his back to dark clad beauty. He is still tinkering with the lethal looking device which is pointed outside, aimed downward, towards the front entryway of the building. The sound of Batgirl’s crashing entry causes his head to spin around.

“I don’t know what you’ve got planned Luthor, but it stops here.” Batgirl’s words are dripping confidence as she tosses the Batarang with scarcely more than a flip of her wrist. The spinning missile is right on target, but Luthor quickly raises an armored arm in time to deflect it away.

“You have no idea of what I have planned, little girl… but you will!” Touching a control button built into the forearm of his battle suit causes a net to drop down from the ceiling. Batgirl quickly finds herself hopelessly snared. The more she tries fighting against the mesh, the more entangled she becomes. Although it is extremely flexible, the net is not made of rope or twine. It almost seems to Batgirl that is a metallic nature. Lex raises one eyebrow in surprise as the trapped heroine continues her struggles. He hadn’t expected to get this much fight from the non-super powered crime fighter. Then he notices slender fingers reaching out and realizes that Batgirl is trying to retrieve something from her utility belt. A cold grin tugs at the corners of his mouth as he presses another control stud. Suddenly jolts of electricity shoot through the metallic net.

Batgirl screams out from the sudden pain. The high voltage energy is flowing right through her costume making it feel as if her entire body has been set on fire.

“That’s the lowest setting,” Luther coldly informs her. “This was designed to hold and subdue Supergirl, so there shouldn’t be much of a problem keeping you under wraps.”

Batgirl’s lovely chest is heaving hard as she attempts to catch her breath. The powerfull current is no longer running, and her twisting body is again struggling in an effort to escape from the gripping net. “You’ll see how much of a problem I can be. I’ll still stop you Lex Luthor!”

With a sad shake of his head, much like that of a disappointed parent watch over a child who is unable to learn a simple lesson, he again presses the control button. Another blast of white hot current flares to life, this time a much longer one, zapping painfully through the trapped woman. Body jerking uncontrollably, Batgirl’s muscles are threatening to rip themselves apart. Once the current stops, she is left trembling feebly within the clamping hold of the net.

“The next one will be at a higher power level,” the super villain promises.

Gasping hard, body twitching like a landed trout, Batgirl is helpless as Luthor kneels next to her. He pulls at her various body parts, rearranging positions until he has pulled Batgirl’s body out into a straight line, arms at her sides. Then he rolls her across the floor, adding more wraps of the restraining net to further encase her body. With each time he turns her body over, his hands take advantage by grabbing at and caressing available rounded female points of interest. It is completely involuntary for the tormented girl, but Batgirl quickly finds her nipples starting to tent out through the fabric of her costume as his fingers move over her. It takes all she can do not to show any other reaction from his groping touches.

Luthor then produces some lengths of cable. “Normally these would be used to insure that a motorcycle couldn’t get stolen. It’s almost impossible to cut through these things. But I think I have a much better use for them.”

He uses the first one to circle Batgirl’s already trapped body, wrapping the cable around just under her breasts, twisting it around her chest twice. Even aided with the enhanced strength provided by his battle suit, it isn’t easy for Lex to get the looped ends of the cable close enough together for him to join them with a lock. The constricting cable bite deeply into Batgirl’s body. The pressure pinning both arms to her sides is so intense she can barely breathe. Taking a moment to inspect his package, Lex gropes again at a well shaped, and oh so vulnerable breast. Surprised by his rude action, Batgirl opens her mouth to complain, stopping herself only as she quickly thinks better of it.

“That’s more like it. Be a nice and quiet girl,” Luthor smirks as he gives her newly thickened nipple a nasty pinch and twist. Batgirl can’t withhold her grunt of pain this time, but she does her best to otherwise remain silent. She doesn’t want to give the criminal mastermind any further reason for doing even more painful things to her.

Unfortunately Luthor is far from finished with her bondage. Another of the steel cables gets wrapped around her tiny waist, further trapping arms to her sides. One more is used to circle above her knees several times before it is locked off, with a final cable trapping booted ankles together.

“Don’t you think it’s enough?” Batgirl’s voice is hardly more than a hiss as she struggles against the cables just to get any amount of air into her lungs.

“I’ll be the judge of that. And of anything else that involves your future. You’re mine now. I own you, and you’d better get used to it.” Then, as if to prove the point he once again hits the control button… but only after turning up the power another notch!

Batgirl can’t even scream out her agony. There is no air available in her chest to allow her vocal cords to work. All she can do is lay on the floor and suffer, the steel cables are helping to conduct the frying current, feeding it more efficiently into her tortured body. By the time the current is turned off, Batgirl’s costume is soaked from nervous sweat, both from the free flowing electricity and from the strain of having her body struggling so intensely against itself. There is not an inch of her athletic body that isn’t screaming messages of pain up to her brain. It feels as if her muscles have been trying to rip themselves away from her very bones due to the tremendous involuntary spasms.

“Of course there are other things I can do as well.” Luthor then cups a full, luscious breast in each hand. Slowly he begins massaging Batgirl’s firm mounds through her costume. Showing a surprisingly delicate touch, he lightly toys with her nipples. Gently squeezing and pulling at the sensitive nubs, he then rolls them between thumb and fingers, leisurely molesting the trapped heroine until Luthor finally forces a small mew of pleasure from his captive. Batgirl’s eyelids had fluttered closed as she accepted a few moments respite from the searing electrical pain, only to snap wide open again in shocked surprise when Lex unexpectedly lets go of her tender tit tips. His expert working over of her breasts getting her so excited that she is almost to the point of begging for some more attention. Nipples tingling with unwanted desire, Batgirl almost gasps out when Luthor lets his right hand stray farther down along the length of her body. His fingertips lightly glide over her hard muscled abs, slowly exploring before disappearing between tightly compressed thighs. It takes some effort on his part, but Lex is finally able to get one finger pushed down far enough to touch between pinned legs. So that he can start to rub at her hidden pussy!

His touch is almost as electric as the current that had recently flowed through the net. As much as she hated being made prisoner like this, a deeper, lustier portion of her brain made Batgirl want to grind her hips back against his rubbing digit.

“I can hardly wait to give you over to Mercy.” Luthor is now getting little squeals of delight from his captive as he zeros his attentions in on rubbing against her clit. “She’s always complaining she can’t find anyone who is physically good enough to use as a regular sparing partner. She always seems to break or mangle her opponents too quickly. I think you’ll make a fine play toy for her to practice with. And she always gets so fucking hot after she’s gone through a good workout…” he says, almost able to picture the catfight in his mind. “And I’ll get just as fucking hot as I watch her beat the crap out of you!”

“Both ways I win. Either I get jumped and fucked by an overheated female powerhouse who can do absolutely amazing things with her body… Or else I get to have my way with a battered and defeated costumed sex toy!”

Secured in her netted bonds, Batgirl can barely twitch, but it is still obvious to Luthor that he has the young woman on the verge of cumming. He knows that if not for the bondage that is holding her fast, that Batgirl would probably be spreading herself wide, eager to do anything at all that might make his work easier. Even pinned and helpless he can sense her overwhelming need for sexual release. Rubbing, stroking even faster at her soaking female mound, Luthor studies his prisoner’s every reaction. He can almost feel her clit throbbing with its heated need. He loves the way her eyes pop each time his fingernail scrapes over her pleasure center.

Batgirl’s pussy is all but gushing, her excitement already soaking through the dark fabric of her costume and filling the air with musky scent.

All it will take is five more seconds… all he has to do is just maintain the speed and pressure… working his finger up and down… adding just a bit more friction… and she’ll be there...

No long is she able to hold back. The sweetest little moans are escaping from the back of her throat, along with even softer pleadings, “Yes… yes… right there! Oh...!”

Her body is tensing, and not just from the crushing hold of her bonds. She is so close… and Batgirl knows fully that if Luthor were to take out his cock… the first touch of it to her pussy and…

Suddenly all Batgirl can think of is cumming. Her powerful need for release, and how she would be willing to do anything just to get there is overwelming. Moaning out loud as she gets closer, the net is making it’s own rasping sound as Batgirl strains to push her pussy harder against Luthor’s thrusting finger. She needs it… RIGHT NOW!

And just as her climax builds to that final, glorious moment…

Luthor yanks his hand away!

He is laughing at the helpless heroine as she tries in vain to find someway to get at that last bit of touch… a bit of friction that will set her off.

So willing… needing to do anything that will trigger her needed orgasm… the one bubbling away, just inside her boiling pussy… just so ready to explode…

“Dear God! Please…! Don’t Stop…” she begs through clenched teeth, hating herself for begging from this villain, but equally unable to deny her selfish need.

“I like the sound of that… God. And perhaps for you, I am God now.” Lex Luthor rises to his feet looking down and gloating over his newest toy. “But not Now! Now it’s time to see if that grinning idiot has finished killing Supergirl.”

Struggling to fight back from crying from being deprivied of her much needed orgasm, it takes a few moments for Luthor’s words to sink in. “Batgirl begins to shout “No! You can’t… IIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!”

It took only a flip of a finger to move the power setting on the trapping net up one more notch. Luthor smiles as he gives the helpless heroine a couple more seconds of sizzling torture. “Yes! Yes I can. And with any luck the job will already be done. Why don’t you just wait here until I come back? Then we’ll play some more!”

Batgirl isn’t even aware of the villain’s departure. All she can do is lay in place, soaking in a personal pool of pain and aguish.

ONCE IN A LIFETIME OFFER:
Joker has been leaning back against the wall of the vault, his eyes going from his watch, then back down to the beautiful blonde crumpled at his feet. “How long is this supposed to take? My Joker gas doesn’t take this long to kill somebody.” Then he remembers one particularly satisfying death he’d engineered, “Unless I want it to.”

With his boredom growing, Joker begins circling around the fallen Princess of Power. “Maybe I just didn’t use enough.” Tapping at his lapel flower he again triggers the switch, only nothing happens. “Must be out of juice. Or else it’s already dried up. So now what?”

As he watches Supergirl, earth’s mightiest female, as she desperately hunts for a way to escape from the Green K caked onto her costume. With her energies all but stripped by the deadly radiation, it is all she can do just to flop around on the vault floor. The slow movement is almost sensual, giving the insane criminal a more and more interesting view as her red skirt slowly bunches up at the top of her thighs. Each of her frantic movements for escape is exposing more and more creamy soft skin. It’s not hard for Joker to want to give a closer appraisal to that milky white skin.

“Maybe not as white as Harley… but then, who could be? Superslut is a damn sight more shapely though,” Joker muses as he finds his eyes exploring up along the pair of perfect legs before him. The Clown Prince finds himself unable to resist looking at the way those tight panties are hugging tight to what is possibly the most perfectly shaped ass in the world. Upon this closer inspection, Joker notices for the first time the faintest hint of pussy cleft being outlined by the tight fabric of her panties.

Supergirl isn’t paying attention to anything Joker says or does. All she knows is if she doesn’t escape soon, that this grinning madman will kill her. She claws again at the bottom hem of her blue colored blouse, suffering the agony of her radiation burned hands as she attempts to roll it up over her chest. Eyes squeezed tight from the unending pain she’d been force to endure, Supergirl didn’t give a moments thought to the fact that Joker is standing there… or that he is all but drooling as he watches her bare those beautiful six pack abs. Or that he’s staring intently as she struggles to pull the tight top up over the lower curvature of her breasts.

“Now here’s a surprise…” Joker’s eyes are all but popping out of their sockets like a cartoon character with growing anticipation. “Oh yeah, baby… It’s show time!”

With a supreme effort of will, Supergirl pulls the wadded up blouse up nearly to her chin, milky smooth breasts rolling bare and free on her chest as she twists around in the effort to pull it up higher. Chewable pink nipples almost seem to be pointed directly at Joker… as if begging for him to…

“OH MOMMY!” One leap and Joker is on top of the helpless blonde. Sitting his ass down with a hard thud onto her stomach, he reaches out and grabs onto as much of those glorious mounds as he can gather up in each hand. “For being invulnerable, these puppies sure are firm and soft. Damn… you could almost…” Then looking around slowly, as if half expecting to see someone watching him from the positively empty vault, Joker yanks open his fly and pulls out 10” of now hardened male meat. Slapping his cock down between those perfect Super Tits, Joker mashes the full mounds together, losing himself deep in the fleshy valley he’s created. Due to her body’s reaction to the Green K poisoning, there is a slight sheen of sweat covering the Kryponian’s curvatious body. It is just enough to help act as a lube when Joker starts humping.

Giving him just the right amount of slide and he begins tit fucking Supergirl!

Huffing and puffing as he rides Supergirl’s chest, “What a mistake… Wasting all those years with the bats… When I could’a been doing this…! Sorry Harley… a man could get… very used to this…!”

Soft moans and grunts are leaking out of the beautiful blonde as she gets tit fucked. Each new thrust is forcing much needed air out of her lungs, further weakening her abused body.

“Please…” the Girl of Steel begs. “Please let me go… Hurts too much…!”

There is something about seeing the most powerful female on the planet so helpless underneath him… so vulnerable… so completely at his mercy… or lack there of… that hits Joker with a rush of manic power. His head is thrown back as he laughs hysterically. “Maybe this will make you feel better!”

Sliding off of her heaving chest, Joker reaches for those tight red panties hiding her womanhood from him. There is a short wrestling match, with the blonde bombshell feebly trying to prevent the villain from pulling away that small bit of protection she has remaining. Only he is too fast and too strong to fight. A few quick tugs and Joker is slipping those panties down from her ass cheeks. After that there is only the hesitation as he untangles them from her ankles.

Holding the panties up to his nose he inhales deeply. “A scent like no other… and soon, never to be again! Ha Ha Ha Ha!”

There is little fight left to the abused heroine as Joker grabs hold on one booted ankle, lifting it up into the air. One pull slides Supergirl’s hips up so close Joker that he can rub the tip of his raging hard-on over her now exposed, pink slit.

Joker giggles as he runs a finger along a small tuft of blonde hair just above her sex. “All nice and neatly trimmed, eh? Hummm… Pubic hair of steel… Wonder how she manages that…?”

He spits out a dripping glob of saliva to wet her slit, with just a bit of it landing on the tip of his unnaturally white cock head. Although he’s got the position and the angle, working his way into that waiting pussy wasn’t turning out being as easy as it would seem. Not able to force entry past Supergirl’s powerful pussy lips, Joker unceremoniously drops her back down to the floor. Soon he is body slamming down onto her with his full weight, pounding repeatedly at the pink petals guarding her vagina.

“Tight little minx,” he grunts, thrusting at her again and again. The tip of his cock is getting sore as he continuously bangs against Supergirl’s unyielding slot. Grumbling with frustration, Joker starts clawing away at the folds of her sex with long fingers. Even that poking and prodding isn’t able to spread her. Soon he is grunting loudly from the effort used in trying to peel her pink opening apart. Then more from the quickly diminishing strength caused by the Green K poisoning than from any attempts on Joker’s part of the prying or pulling, a small gap finally opens between Supergirl’s nether lips.

Between bursts of gleeful laughter, Joker spits down onto the glorious slit. “Oh yeah! Here We GOOOO!” One powerful thrust, and he’s in. Joker is shouting out in glee, savoring the sensation as his cock actually forces its way inside the Princess of Power.

“No…!” Supergirl hisses through barely open lips. She is weakly doing what she can to squirm away… to stop this insidious attack on her sweet sex… but her efforts aren’t enough.

No longer possessing enough energy put up any resistance, all Supergirl can do is lay there pinned helplessly beneath him, tits bouncing as he pounds inside her. Supergirl hates the very fact that she can actually feel Joker’s cock filling her. Or that her usually hidden and protected channel is starting to lube itself due to the stimulation from his rape.

Not that Joker cares about this one bit. All he knows is that he’s humping balls deep into the world’s most prized pussy! His dick has joined a most elite club – the few who have fucked Supergirl!

And now that he’s in and Supergirl is getting a bit wet, Joker wants to get at her in
every way possible… eager and needing to bang her from every and all angles. And maybe even a few new ones!

Twisting her limp body around, Joker pumps frantically at Supergirl’s pussy, holding her face down on the floor as he slams away at her curvatious backside. Then he pulls up on slender hips until he manages to get Supergirl up on her elbows and knees.

Smiling down at the glorious full moon in front of him, “And now for my favorite… Doggie Style… Perfect way to be fucking bitches…!”

Already busted wide open and all resistance drained from her, all Supergirl can do is let out a few soft grunts and groans as Joker jackhammers at her from behind. Duel slapping sounds echo in the vault. The first, as Jokers hips smack up against that beautifully rounded ass. The next is not as loud, as each rocking thrust causes Supergirl’s lovely 38’s to sway forward to hit on the cold, smooth floor.

Joker just can’t get enough of her. Sweet, juicy pussy walls are causing just the right amount of friction, letting a pallid white cock slide in and out, while closing down tight enough to grab hold on to him with deliciously snug grip. Almost in a fuck frenzy, Joker’s jabbing tempo increases as he pounds away faster and faster.
“Fuck Ya…! This girl… is… SUPER!”

CAREFUL AIM:
“Damn! The least Luthor could have done was finish me off… and let me cum! Leave it to a man to quit before getting the job done!”

Dazed, Batgirl is not sure exactly how much time has passed since Luthor left the room. The burning need between her legs is almost too much of a distraction for her to ignore, but she knows she has to do something to escape. Just nowing that Supergirl’s life may now be depending on her, helps Batgirl to focus. Helping her to find some inner balance to draw from as she fights to ignore the needs of her pussy. Kicking her mind into high gear as Batgirl desperately looks around for anything that might be of help.

The crushing grip of the net and steel cables is far too much for the beautiful detective to ever hope to break… or ever wiggle free from. With her wrists pinned below the level of her utility belt, none of her tricks of the hero trade will be of any use. So what else is there in this ordinary office that she can possibly…

Wait! What about some non-office equipment? Something like Luthor’s energy weapon? If it is powerful enough to possibly take down the Girl of Steel, couldn’t it take out some steel cables?

“Too bad it’s half way across the room,” the dark darling mutters to herself as she tries to get her body rocking side to side. Gritting her teeth… doing her best to ignore the pain caused from the cables compressing her… Batgirl finally gets enough rocking motion to roll herself up onto one shoulder. Struggling to get a whiff of air into her, she allows herself to fall over, face first towards the floor. Struggling to maintain momentum, she rolls over and over again.

Slowly and painfully Batgirl spins her way across the floor.

Bruised, battered and wishing she had the luxury of a single full, deep breath of air to help energize her, Batgirl finally stops rotating when she reaches the base of the energy weapon. Straining to roll her eyes up to where she can study the weapon and its controls, she lets out one more groan.

“Okay… Now for… the tough… part…”

Struggling against her bondage, demanding far more from her damaged body than she can ever hope to achieve, Batgirl tightens up her stomach muscles, slowly forcing her joined legs inch by painful inch into the air. Pulling back with muscles she didn’t even know she could use, Batgirl is almost rolled back up onto the base of her neck as she is reaching with the toes of her yellow boots to touch along the upturned barrel of the shinning silver weapon.

Beads of sweat are rolling down her face, making her rapidly blink her eyes to block away the salty stinging. Just adding one more thing to the long list of aches and pains she is being forced to endure. What looks like a loose loop of a power cable quickly becomes her target as Batgirl tries to hook at it with her foot. Missing with the first two trembling tries, the exhausted coweled crusader is about to collapse.

“One more…” Batgirl cajoles herself. “You can do it… Just one more try…” The costumed beauty knows that if she stops now, all will be lost. Supergirl will die, and Batgirl’s short future will be that of a combination punching bag and sex toy.

With her vision starting to blur and spin, teetering on the verge of blacking out from oxygen depravation, Batgirl swings her bound legs out one more time. The thin edge of yellow boot sole barely snags on the rubberized power line. For a scant second… which feels like an eternity to Batgirl, she hangs there, fully expecting to feel the cord fall away… dropping her back to the floor.

Hurting beyond any kind of pain she’s ever experienced… Batgirl starts to pull back against cable. With teasing slowness… the end of the weapon starts to dip… finally… slowly… coming to a stop as it is aimed towards the floor.

A slight twist of her ankle releases what little hold she ever had, and her legs drop to the ground with brutal impact. The room is spinning and it is all Batgirl can do just to remain conscious. Blinking sweat from her eyes once more, she strains to study the control box on the side of the gleaming chrome weapon.

“Not the time… to stop…” Batgirl once again calls upon exhausted stomach muscles, pulling her legs up to where she can touch toes to control buttons. “Got to find out… what this baby… can do…”

With excruciating effort, Batgirl uses the toes of her boots to push at the control buttons, hoping desperately that she’s figured out the correct sequence. Dropping her legs back down to the floor once she’s successfully started the weapon’s charging cycle, Batgirl does what she can to rest during the time needed for the weapon to power up. The office is soon humming with sound as the energies build ever greater. Her skin is crawling due to static charges filling the room, and the sound is quickly becoming almost too much for her to stand.

Then the weapon suddenly discharges... followed by an eerie silence.

Straining neck and eye muscles to the snapping point, Batgirl struggles to get a look at what effect the firing had. There is a volley ball sized hole blown through the floor, and had she been in a position to move for a better view, she’d be able to see that the hole continues down through five more floors and then another twenty feet into charred ground.

But what she can see is enough to give Batgirl pause for thought. “Note to self… Aim carefully!”

ONE LAST TIME:
Joker’s hips are almost a blur as he slams away at Supergirl’s drained and worn out body. Her face is taking on the greenish tinge signaling extended Green K poisoning and she is almost too exhausted to continue being able to breathe by herself. In her weakened state, Supergirl’s body betrays her. This hardcore fucking action is forcing a response from her ravioushed body. The repeated rubbing and pounding on her clit is slowly working her closer and closer to an unwanted orgasm. When he hears a faint moan of pleasure spilling from Supergirl lips, Joker can’t believe his ears.

“She’s barely alive, yet I’m about to make Supergirl cum!” Overcome from the irony, Joker reaches down to touch at her clit. Alternately he rubs and spanks the tender bud until he feels her body start to tighten up.

Their bodies are moving as one, almost as if they are glued together at the hips, they see-saw ever faster. Joker is still power rocking them both back and forth, but Supergirl’s pussy has closed down firmly over him. Pink, wet cunt walls holding on so tightly to his cock that Joker is no longer able to pull his cock all the way out to make ready for his next thrust. With his large tool still buried deep inside the blonde from the stars, Joker is now skidding her ass across the floor with each of his powerful hump thrusts.

Supergirl suddenly tenses up, and after a series of trembling twitches, she cums! The tremendous orgasm draining so much strength that she collapses face down onto the floor, no longer able to support any part of her own weight.

“Damn!! That must have been good for her…! She almost ripped my cock off… as she… came!” Joker’s laughter is filling the room. Cum is boiling in his balls and he knows it only a matter of seconds before it’s his turn to burst.

He gives her poor pussy two more bone crunching thrusts before quickly yanking out. Without Joker holding her hips, Supergirl crashes to the floor. But she is only there for a second until the grinning maniac is pulling her head up, using a handful of her blonde hair as a handle. Happy that Supergirl is so weak that she can’t even manage to close her mouth, Joker thrust his hips forward one more time, sinking his cock half way down her throat!

“From pink… to pink… Like that taste?” Just the sensation of her wet mouth on his gland is enough to set Joker off. Grunting and chuckling, Joker’s cock explodes, sending jet after jet of his sticky spew straight down Supergirl’s neck. Pulling his schong out, Joker furiously pumps away at it in an effort to coax out every last drop, with the last of the gooey globs spattering on her face, his putrid spud slowly oozing down her cheek.

“Well…!” the grinning manic shouts triumphantly, “Wasn’t that fun!”

Joker is humming happily as he is calmly wiping his cock clean, using Supergirl’s blonde hair as a rag.

“JOKER!! YOU IDIOT! What are you doing!?!?”

The white faced criminal doesn’t look happy with the arrival of his new partner. Releasing his handful of blonde hair, Supergirl drops face first onto the ground. Joker slowly turns to face his temporary collaborator. “Lexy! You’re here just in time for some sloppy seconds!”

“She’s supposed to be dead!” Luthor shouts. “You’re here to kill her, not screw her.”

“Just killing her with kindness. Sending her off to the great unknown with a smile on her face. Besides, I used all the Kryptonite I had, so I had no choice but to attack her with the only other weapon I had! HA HA HA HA…” the Clown Prince retorts. “Besides…” Joker reaches down, uses a solid grip on Supergirl’s spunk matted hair, and spins her body around on the floor, “…can you really look at that ass and not want some?”

Luthor is seething with anger, about ready to scream at his insane partner. Then he glances down. His eyes focus first on one red boot, but soon he is quickly scanning ever higher… taking in that long, shapely thigh flesh… and finally zeroing in on that, oh so perfectly, super ass.

The helpless heroine can only lay there, unable to even muster enough strength to close her legs together. A part of her brain is fully aware that the evil men are leering down at her. Mentally she is blushing, knowing they are looking at her naked buttocks… and at her used and dripping vagina… She is mentally crushed at the thought that she would be oozing mixed juices after Joker had forced her to orgasm…

After he had cum inside her!

Too weak to protect herself… with no place to hide… Supergirl knows far too well that these two criminals aren’t about to leave her alone…
Or alive!

Her mind is beginning to crumble as she realizes that she will probably die while being treated like a sex toy by these two fiends!

Drinking in the heavenly beauty laying before him, Lex Luthor grudgingly has to nod his agreement with Joker. The fallen Supergirl makes for a most exquisite sight. Lex’s power suit is quickly becoming uncomfortably tight as he feels his cock swelling up hard inside the confining armour. That bit of playtime he’s shared with Batgirl had already put him in the mood, but now with Supergirl all but naked in front of him… legs all spread out and open wide… glistening pink pussy beckoning…

“Come on Lexy… You know you want some,” Joker entices his partner. “One last shot… before she’s completely shot! HA HA HA HA!”

Nodding his head, Luthor begins to strip off the various pieces of his power suit. Upon removing the armored lower half, Lex’s cock springs out hard and straight, with its purpled tip pointing right at the helpless Supergirl.

“Damn! What do you feed that thing?” Joker asks when he sees the size of Luthor’s member. It doesn’t look all that much longer than Joker’s tool, but it is much thicker. “Or do you just take it out whenever you want to play baseball? If so… batter up!”

Lex is tuning out Joker’s inane comments. All he can think about is the throbbing of his cock and the fallen beauty before him. Roughly rolling Supergirl over, Lex makes room between her open legs and aims the swollen tip of his cock at the exposed ass button. Without further pause Luthor leans forward, quickly becoming frustrated by the amount of resistance he’s finding.

“You’ll need more than just wishful dreaming…” Joker points out. “I almost had to get a pry bar just to crack her pussy open.”

Not wasting the breath to answer, Lex shifts his aim, brutally ramming his shaft deep into Supergirl’s glistening pussy. Jabbing a few rough strokes into her, he coats his prick with the girl’s sweet sex juices. Yanking out again, Luthor puts one hand on each ass cheek, pulling them widely in an effort to give him the most open target possible.

“Hope that’s enough lube!” Luthor snarls as he drives forward.

His blood gorged knob stretches open Supergirl’s rear sphincter only because the Green K has completely stripped her of energy. Muscles normally strong enough to bend steel, wouldn’t even tear tissue paper. Luthor’s next powerful thrust then splits her rectum painfully apart. Resistance is impossible. Supergirl is barely able to make more than a weak mewing sounds of pain… barely a faint whisper escapes from her cum caked lips. Her eyelids flutter as she feels her most private channel being ripped apart. She is beyond the point of humiliation… or struggling.

It is with increased difficulty that Supergirl is able to suck in enough air to keep herself from blacking out. Mind swirling, she is completely sure that if she allows herself to give up for even a moment, she will disappear off into the eternal void… lost forever. She is fully aware of Luthor’s rough hammering of her backside, and each shattering jab into her tender bowels is also forcing needed oxygen from her lungs.

All of it further weakening her body. The continued anal assault is inching her closer to oblivion….

None of which makes any difference to Luthor. All he cares about is how great it feels stuffing the ass of his beautiful adversary. Thinking that his ass fucking may be the last thing that Supergirl will experance in her final moments of life only makes his cock swell harder. Increasing his rut need for the girl. Making him want to fuck her all the harder and faster.

Thrilling with a wild sensation of power as he thinks about being able to actually fuck Supergirl to death!

What a fitting end to this heroine who has been such a thorn in his side!

A sudden tightness at the base of his prick is his first warning that soon he’ll be spraying her insides with white hot spunk.

“YES…! Gonna be the last fuck… You ever…”

“Get away from her Luthor!”

Turning to see who or what is interrupting, Luthor loses his grip on Supergirl’s hips, dropping her limp frame to the floor; he turns to see Batgirl standing in the vault doorway. Far from posing in her usual “power stance” Batgirl almost seems to need the help of the doorway to hold herself up on her feet. She looks thoroughly beaten. A tattered web of torn fabric shreds is about all that is left of her costume, most of which are barely substantial enough to stay on her body. One of her yellow boots has been mostly burned, or blown away, and both nipples are thrusting out through various holes.

“You insolent Bitch!” Luthor shouts, insanely frustrated at this interruption of his final victory over Supergirl. His rock hard cock is still ready to shoot off a hot load, and is twitching eagerly as he looks at the mostly nude heroine.

“I said get away from her,” Batgirl snarls as she launches herself at the bald mastermind.

Batgirl’s timing is slightly off, and her tired body doesn’t appear able to provide the needed spring to take Luthor down. In fact, Lex had anticipated her assault, and counters with a defensive move that would have had Mercy nodding her approval. A quick catch and a flip sends Batgirl sailing, arcing through the air until she lands in a heap on top of the motionless Supergirl. The two master criminals wait to see what the barely costumed girl will do next. They have lots of time to prepare, seeing as Batgirl seems to have problems in gathering up enough strength to attempt getting up. She is hardly able to do more than writhe around on top of Supergirl, legs shaking as she tries to raise up and face the waiting fiends. It takes a few moments before Batgirl untangles herself from Supergirl’s limbs, working weakly up onto her knees.

Unwilling to give the shapely crime fighter another opportunity to attack, Luthor drives Batgirl to the floor with a violent kick to her chest. Joker quickly flips the girl onto her back, and then squats down using his knees to pin both her arms down helplessly. His crotch is just about resting on Batgirl’s forehead as he looks down and along her shapely body… down to where Luthor is now standing between slightly spread legs.

“Oh go ahead… Finish yourself off with her,” Joker suggests. “Supes is probably off playing in heaven by now anyway. Unless you’re into some necro…”

“Shut up!” Lex kicks Batgirl’s legs further apart, then drops to his knees. It doesn’t take much effort to pull the remaining shreds of costume away from her shaved crotch… gaining easy access to the puffy wet slit underneath.

“Should have stayed where you were, Bitch! Now I’m going to teach you one hell of a lesson – then I’ll give you to Mercy to play with. And I promise… She plays rough!”

Luthor slams down hard, shoving his entire length into the helpless heroine with a single, shattering stroke. Even Joker grimaces as he witnesses the cruel penetration. Batgirl’s screams of pain and shock fill the vault. Lex is ruthless in his sexual assault, as if he is trying to pound Batgirl into no more than helpless pussy pulp. With the tip of his cock banging on her cervix at the end of every ramming thrust, Batgirl’s body is writhing and twisting. Firm young breasts rolling on her heaving chest easily catch Joker’s notice. Soon his bone white fingers are closing down over hardened pink nipples, pinching and twisting them. Giving him opportunity to add to Batgirl’s punishment while enjoying her howls of agony.

As her head swivels and twists, Batgirl’s forehead keeps rubbing against the bottom side of Joker’s crotch. It doesn’t take much of this physical stimulation to start pulling the pasty faced manic into Luthor’s fuck frenzy. A bit more of the “head” action from Batgirl and Joker is very much aware of his own quickly swelling cock.

“Oh what the hell!” he giggles, releasing on her tortured nipples long enough so he can open his pants. Working his growing white snake free, he grabs for the base of Batgirl’s neck he lifts, angling her head so he can place his slimey knob against her lips. The next time Luthor’s cock assault forces an anguished scream out from the young crime fighter, Joker slides himself into her suddenly available mouth!

Wasting no time, the Clown Prince is vigorously sets about throat fucking Batgirl. Jamming and pushing his hard fuck hose into the pinned girl, stopping his forward motion only as his balls bounce against her pert, upturned nose. Thrusting deeply, he ignores the fact that his throat clogging cock is cutting off her air supply. He doesn’t care that she’s gagging… gurgling and spitting up hot saliva from around his glistening shaft.

“Been a long time since we’ve had fun, eh little bat?” Joker’s hands are back to groping Batgirl’s breasts, squeezing and twisting at the ripe mounds as if attempting to pick them right off from her chest. He loves how his cruel attentions are coaxing her to cough out more globs of spit from around his thick pole.

Working from the other end, Luthor is fully enjoying ravishing this captive cutie. With a length of fuck meat like what he carries around, it isn’t easy to find a female who can keep up with him. Luthor tries to imagine what it would be like doing this with Batgirl under other circumstances. Her athletic body humping and thrusting back to meet him…

On the other hand… this is pretty damn good as it is! Her hot, wet pussy is all but sucking at his cock. And is it his imagination… or is she trying to wrap her legs around him… trying to pull more of his cock inside her?

Maybe, but for right now, it’s all about Luthor and what his needs are. And he knows what can be done to enhance his enjoyment all the more. While making her hate it all the more…. Batgirl is groaning with momentary disappointment as he disengages his baseball bat sized cock from it’s velvety warm surroundings, the sudden emptiness almost more than she can bare. He already left her hanging with rut need once…

With an evil grin, Luthor grabs under Batgirl’s hips, changing their angle…

Then without warning he drives his cock into her asshole!

The wet coating from her dripping pussy isn’t nearly enough lube to ease Lex in. It is the repeated battering ram effect… the continued vicious anal attack from his unremitting pounding… finally defeating any attempt of resistance Batgirl might put up. Luthor simply refuses to stop his relentless attack until Batgirl’s aching ass opening has no choice but to surrender.

The hapless heroine is denied even being able to scream out her agony because her throat is still clogged with Joker’s tonsil stretching rod. Batgirl’s body is being folded in half, trapped as she is between the two plunging cocks. Physically exhausted she has no more fight left to her. She is no more than a cum receptacle waiting to be filled. There is nothing she can to do to save herself… about all she is capable of doing is make sloppy wet sounds from around the two cocks plugging in and out of all her wet lips.

Joker is first to lose control, laughing like a manic as he gives one last lunge past Batgirl’s gullet. Jet after sickening jet of hot jizz shoot directly into her stomach. Once he is finished, Batgirl’s head bounces off the floor after Joker drops her away unceremoniously. Coughing, gasping she is sucking air into oxygen deprived lungs. Her long tongue is hanging out from a corner of her mouth as Batgirl tries to work some movement back into her nearly unhinged jaw. Globs of sticky spunk still clog her ravaged throat!

Luthor is about finished with his job of rectum ripping. The pressure in his balls has reached the bursting point. Batgirl’s body crumples quickly as he drops hold of her hips. Lex is frantically hand pumping away at the base of his slimy cock, yanking Batgirl up by her tattered cowl, he nearly breaks out her front teeth as he jams his prick forward.

“Like a good taste of hot ass? Like that cum?” Luthor shouts as he jerks off onto her tongue. “Because this is going to be about the only diet you’ll be getting from here on!”

Chocking and gurgling, Batgirl can’t swallow the thick load fast enough. Luthor’s ball juice just keeps flowing... One scolding hot spurt after another… Filling her mouth…
Ballooning out her cheeks… Pressure forcing white globs to ooze out through both corners of her stretched mouth… Dripping slowly down to her chin before spattering onto her heaving chest…

Batgirl is the very definition of a thoroughly defeated woman as she pulls herself up to her knees, face and tits covered with a frosty cum glaze. With the two super criminals looking down at her…laughing at Batgirl’s disgrace…

Neither one noticing as the corners of the heroines’ mouth begin to curl up into a defiant smile.

A smile that steadily grows both bigger and wider. “Well I hope you boys liked your little bit of playtime. Because it’s the last you’re going to be getting from a woman for a very long time.”

The villains are dumbstruck by her rebellious and cocky speech. Both start moving toward her in a most threatening way. “When we get through with you….”

“You’ll do nothing!” Supergirl’s voice booms through the vault room. The Maid of Might is standing behind them in her usual hands on hips, legs slight spread, power pose.

Joker is stunned into shocked silence, jaw hanging slack, he tries to slink away, working his way toward the vault door. A blast of super breath knocks him across the vault, his head smacking on the steel wall with a sickening thud, knocking him out. Luthor makes a play to reach for his power suit. A swift kick from Batgirl catches Lex right in the nuts. As he doubles over in pain, Batgirl finishes him off with an uppercut to the chin.

Suddenly breaking from her power pose, Supergirl bends over, deflating quickly – resting hands on her knees in an effort to keep from falling all the way over. “That bit of action took about all I had,” she admits to her friend between panting breaths.

“I’m just happy to see you’re still with us. But it’s going to take more than a good dry cleaner to get this off,” Batgirl grins as she fingers at the now gray colored blob on Supergirl’s blouse.

Super girl lets out a small laugh. “I’m sure I’ll let someone else do the laundry this week. That was quick thinking, tricking Lex into knocking you into me.”

“Good think I had that cylinder of emergency Green K patch with me. Dries fast and has enough lead in it to block out all those nasty Krypotnite rays. I’m just glad they both bought onto my little acting job as I pretended being too tired to fight them. It gave me just enough time to coat over the Green K stuck to you.”

A flush of red comes to the cheeks of the strongest girl in the world. “I’m just sorry you had to keep them “distracted” like that while I regained some strength.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was all worth it just to see the look on their faces when you came back from the dead!”

Both start to laugh, before they are forced to stop, each reaching to hold at different portions of their aching bodies.

“Damn that hurts!” Batgirl grunts. “I sure could use a long soak in a hot tub.”

“I’d fly you… But I can barely stand up,” Supergirl weakly smiles.

“Then let me offer you a ride.” Grimacing as she looks down the long corridor, “Too bad my bike is outside.”

The two heroines turn to make their exit, supportive arms wrapped around each others waist as they helped themselves along on the long walk out.

The End