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Batgirl and Supergirl vs. Evillana
in
“Journey to Mysteria”

By Raven11803

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Chapter 1: “It Begins”

Supergirl and Batgirl were in the Batcave, just climbing out of the sleek powerful Batmobile when it happened. At first they thought the Batcave was experiencing a power overload, as powerful bolts of electricity began to spark all around them, arcing across the walls of the Batcave. The sizzling bolts of glowing blue-white electricity seemed to be everywhere, surrounding them, their energy intensifying with every passing second.

Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash of white light and a deafening crack of thunder, and then . . . all was silent.

A few tense heartbeats later . . . the smoke began to clear. As Batgirl and Supergirl struggled to regain their bearings, a voice spoke to them from the thinning mist, “Welcome to Mysteria, ladies! I am your captor, . . . the Sorceress Evillana.”

As the mists parted, Batgirl and Supergirl stood at the center of a large arena. Before them stood a beautiful elegant woman dressed in elaborately ornate garb, with the carved shapes of humanoid skulls adorning her fantastical costume. She was carrying a large impressive looking scepter. The scepter sparked with small electrical discharges, hinting at its unspeakable magical and technological powers.

“Do not look so startled, females of Earth!” the domineering sorceress-witch commanded, “I have conjured a spell to bring Earth’s greatest heroines before me, and I believe that you two will do nicely.”

“A spell? What are you talking about? What do you want with us?” Supergirl called out defiantly to the woman.

“Why have you brought I here?” interjected Batgirl, in a cool level-headed tone.

“SILENCE!” Evillana commanded, and with that, the mysterious sorceress stamped her staff on the ground, causing the bolts of electricity that danced around its tip to intensify ten fold. “You two must be taught a lesson in manners!” Suddenly, two dazzling bolts of energy, like bright-white lightning, leapt from her staff, striking both Supergirl and Batgirl, and immobilizing them in a terrible torrent of unimaginable power, that engulfed their bodies.

“I’ll start with you!” Evillana announced menacingly, as she moved toward Supergirl and extended her staff for yet another energy attack.

“KZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP!!” The bolt struck Supergirl directly between the legs, causing a blinding wave of sensuous sensations to come alive within her.

“I’ll bet that you are known as a virtuous heroine on your world, are you not?” asked Evillana gloating. “You are one of those pious self-righteous heroines who thinks herself better than all the others, are you not? Well, let us see how your virtue fares under the wrath of my Scepter of Power!” With that she lowered the staff between Supergirl’s legs, and amazingly the already powerful discharge intensified ten fold. In an instant, Supergirl’s clitoris detonated in a devastating orgasm that shook the very fiber of her being. The blonde heroine’s teeth bared, her head snapped to one side, her shapely pelvis thrust hungrily at the pleasure-giving rod, her mound grinding in the wet lascivious pleasure of it all. Despite her best efforts to resist the effects of the staff, her legs spread gratuitously allowing the mighty power of the staff to have its way with her.

“UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHH!!!” she cried out, as her body quaked with the force of the onslaught. It was sooo good. . . Supergirl’s pretty mouth hung slack as the guilty pleasures had their way with her. The powerful sensations swelled within her, then finally, they reached an irresistible crescendo, and detonated in a wet sweet guilty rapture which doused her pretty groin in a blinding cavalcade of sparkling devastating raptures, beyond any past experience that the young heroine could ever recall having endured. Her body shook like a rag-doll, then hung limp in her energy bindings, awash in the scintillating magical afterglow.

Finally the scepter was withdrawn from between her legs, and the sorceress moved toward Batgirl.

“As for you . . .”

“KKZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP!!!!!!” a powerful lightning bolt leapt from the upper end of the magical staff, and struck Batgirl full-on between the legs. The thin fabric of her shiny Lycra tights provided no protection against the magical energy discharge, and the felt it with its full and intended magnitude and intensity.

Batgirl’s tiny mound was entirely consumed in pleasure, engulfed in an all-consuming quivering delight of sexual ecstasy. Her bulbous globular breasts jiggled and her rotund bottom trembled as she involuntarily thrust her hips and pelvis into the oncoming stream of energy. Despite her best efforts to resist, it was all soooooo good.

For long guilty seconds, Batgirl reveled in the sensations of the unfathomable sexual energies that were discharging directly into her tiny defenseless clitoris. Her body was entirely overwhelmed with the magical technological onslaught. How could she even hope to resist an opponent with such power at her fingertips?

As the blinding bolt of energy traversed the scant inches that lie between Evillana’s staff and Batgirl’s mound, Batgirl relished the divine sensations of total abandon and rapture that played about within her. If there was no hope of resisting, she reasoned that perhaps the best course of actions was simply to acquiesce to the sensations, bringing them more quickly to a speedy resolution. With this, she too spread her legs to allow better access to the blinding waves of ecstatic pleasure.

“KZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!”

Seconds later, her strategy worked, as the climax came to a head.

“UuuunnnnnNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH-UNGHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Batgirl’s groin exploded in a wet discharge of unparalleled ferocity, her groin almost instantly soaked in the intensity of it all. For long seconds, the beautiful masked crime-fighter succumbed to a strange awkward dance of ecstasy, as her body lurched, jerked and twitched, in a strange jig of spasms and sweet delicious guilty pleasures, shamefully delighting in each and every sensation, basking in their smoky rapturous hedonistic thrills.

Engulfed in a column of otherworldly energy, Supergirl’s and Batgirl’s young bodies shook and trembled, under the vicious magical attack of unspeakable pleasures. Unable to move or resist, they were immobilized by the ungodly flow of energy. Until at last, when the intensity of the sexual sensations finally, . . . gradually began to subside, only then did the suspension field dissipate, allowing both spent young heroines to collapse gently onto the ornate floor, senseless, unconscious, and utterly satisfied. Even now the guilty pleasures lingered between their legs, along with a tell-tale wet stain that spoke volumes.

“Excellent!” whispered Evillana to herself, grinning from ear to ear with satisfaction, as she looked down on the lovely fallen heroines, oozing smoke still rising from their spent bodies. Only now did she notice the large wet stains between the legs of their still-smoldering bodies, “Excellent! . . .”

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Chapter 2: “The Plan Takes Shape”

Evillana could have easily had her minions bind and tie the two inert heroines from Earth, but on this particular occasion, she decided to bind them herself, using her own special brand of bondage magic. Pointing her staff, and nodding her head, she conjured small enchanted cords, which appeared around Batgirl’s legs at the ankles and just below the knees, pinning her shapely thighs together. More bindings materialized pinning the young heroine’s hands tightly behind her back, thrusting her breasts forward. Finally, she conjured a tight cleave gag onto the shapely heroine. Once she was neatly secured, Evillana inspected her handiwork, enjoying the comely curves of Batgirl’s remarkable thighs and bottom.

Next she turned to Supergirl. “For you, I shall require an additional level of security!” spoke the sinister witch. Again nodding and gesturing with her staff, identical bindings appeared on Supergirl, but all of them possessed an eerie green enchanted glow, the green glow of . . . Kryptonite.

“How strangely the people of Earth dress. . .” observed Evillana as she walked slowly around her fallen captives, inspecting them, “and yet their tight apparel does admirably display their alluring physiques. The Master will be . . . pleased.”

“SERVANTS!” she cried, “Get me an audience with the Master. Tell him, . . . I have the brides that he has been seeking. . .” and as she spoke a evil twisted sneer crossed her lips.

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Chapter 3: “The Cart” or “The Plot Thickens”

Batgirl and Supergirl awoke to find themselves in a large wooden cart. There were bars on all sides, surrounding and imprisoning them. The cart was being slowly pulled along a bumpy uneven road, by 6 enormous manlike beast creatures which were unlike anything that either young crime-fighter had ever seen before. Riding alongside them on a steed of her own, was Evillana. The sorceress-witch was mounted on a creature that looked very much like a horse, but which possessed the horns of a ram.

“Greetings ladies,” she began sarcastically.

“What do you want with us?” cried the bound Supergirl.

“That is a simple enough question, my dear,” replied the sorceress, “deserving of a simple answer. Your fate is already sealed. I see no harm in informing you of what is, at this point, inevitable.”

“Go on,” probed Batgirl, anxious to get some idea of what was happening to them.

Evillana raised her voice as she began, “I seek beautiful warrior maidens for the new Master and Supreme Ruler of all Mysteria, . . . ‘The Master Scorcerer.’”

“W-what? What are you talking about? Where are we? And what does this Supreme Ruler guy want with us anyway?” prodded Supergirl impatiently.

“I have brought you from your world of, . . . Earth,” she spoke this word with clear disdain, “. . . because ‘the Scorcerer’ is not satisfied with the selection of warrior maidens here on Mysteria. He requires an ‘improved selection’ . . . to select his, . . . BRIDE.’”

“Bride!!?” cried Supergirl, astonished at the dark turn that this mission was taking.

Well, you’re a warrior maiden. . . Why don’t you go out with him?” quipped Batgirl.

“As any feeble-minded peasant can plainly see, I am a Sorceress, not a warrior!” snapped Evillana defiantly, “But even though I am the greatest Sorceress in all the land, and by far the most beautiful, our new leader will not honor me with his bed. Instead, he seeks warrior maidens from afar. . . The maidens must meet or exceed his . . . demanding standards of excellence. They must be beautiful . . . On this count, you both succeed. But they must also be highly responsive . . . on this measure, I am pleased as well, but ultimately, it will be for him to decide.”

“Who is this Sorcerer, anyway?” asked Batgirl, trying to get a better idea of the enemy they were facing.

As the sorceress-witch began to speak, a faraway look came over her cruel but beautiful features, “Several months ago, the master of all Mysteria, was toppled from his throne by a rival. Our new master is a powerful and mysterious leader, known only as ‘The Sorcerer.’ Though his origins are unknown to us, his powers are vast and unknowable, and his grip on this land is unshakable. Ensconced as his is, on the throne of Mysteria, he now seeks a bride to see to his . . . pleasures. While I have generously offered myself to serve him in this role, he has foolishly spurned and rejected my offers.”

Now sneer of unmistakable disdain overcame Evillana’s features as she continued, “Instead he desires a warrior bride. But even with all the warrior females of Mysteria at his beck and call, he has found none that suit his fancy. So, he has commanded me to use my magic to summon the finest warrior females from faraway lands to entertain him. From these, he will make his choice. So far, none have suited his lofty standards, and all have been cast into the Pit of Despair. You two will probably fair no better, but as I said, . . . that is for the Master to decide. . .”

At this, the cage-cart rounded a corner, and before them lay a breath-taking vista of a massive, ornate, and sinister looking castle perched high on the facing hill. A dark cloud hung low over the fortress, and ominous vultures circled overhead.

“Ah, we are here,” announced Evillana, “the Master’s fortress.”

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Chapter 4: “The Master”

Once inside the wall of the fortress, the cage was opened, and Supergirl and Batgirl were dragged to the ground by large hulking creature-men. With the young heroines’ arms tied tightly and securely behind their backs, their prominent bulging bulbous breasts were thrust gratifyingly forward.

As Evillana dismounted, the tall sorceress stood behind the bound Batgirl and Supergirl, prodding them with small shocks of electricity from her staff to move them along in the right direction as they moved throughout the castle.

“MOVE! That way!” she cried.

“TZZZZZZZZZZZT-ZZZZZZZT!!” the staff sparked.

“Ahh-hh!” cried Supergirl, trying not to lose her footing.

“Oooooo!” cried Batgirl, as the beast-men leered desirously at her tightly-clad and perfectly proportioned bottom.

Presently, they came to a large hall, and a massive pair of wooden doors that stood easily two stories high. As they approached, the doors swung open, apparently of their own accord, to reveal a massive and impressive throne-room. Suddenly, a gruff voice announced in a grandiose tone, “Presenting, the Sorceress-Witch Evillana!”

Together, the three women entered the dimly lit throne room, with Evillana now in the front, the bound Batgirl and Supergirl side-by side, trailing just behind her.

As they walked forward, they observed the high cavernous ceilings, ominous looming sculptures, and strange bubbling pits.

Then at last, they came to a large throne. Seated in it, was a man-sized figure in a black hooded robe. Neither the face nor the hands were visible.

Bowing low, Evillana made a grand sweeping gesture, before the potentate as she announced, “Your Supreme Eminence, and Ruler of all Mysteria, I bring you, . . . warrior maidens for your . . . consideration. And with that, she stepped aside, in another sweeping dramatic gesture to reveal the bound heroines, SUPERGIRL and BATGIRL.

With this, the hooded figure, gazed forward with rapt attention, then, after a beat, slowly rose to its feet. A low ominous breathy hiss escaped its countenance, “HHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .”

It was apparently pleased.

Slowly gliding down several stairs that separated the throne from the main hall, the hooded figure approached ominously.

“HHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .” it breathed again.

As the hood of the figured dipped down, it appeared to be carefully looking the girls over, up and down the length of their svelte bodies.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, or what you think--” Supergirl began.

“SILENCE!!” commanded Evillana, her voice booming through the grand hall.

“HHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .” the Master hissed again, apparently satisfied at how the prisoner had been silenced. Then it glided behind the two captives, inspecting their . . . posterior assets.

As the heroines began to turn around to face him, Evillana commanded coolly, “You will remain forward-facing.” Bound, outnumbered, overmatched, and utterly out of their element, the two young women reluctantly complied.

Now the Master spent an inordinate amount of time behind the bound heroines. As his dark gaze fell across their bottoms, it lingered desirously. While the strict bindings certainly caused the girl’s breasts to thrust prominently forward, the position also caused their bottoms to tilt at a particularly pleasing angle. The girls shifted uneasily during the long awkward silence as the Master stood behind them.

“HHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . You have done well, . . . Evillana,” the Master spoke in an eerie whispering hissing voice, as he stepped around to the front of them again.

“HHhhhhhhhhhhh . . . from whence to these specimens hail?” he inquired.

“From a remote primitive world known as Earth,” she replied formally. “On that world, they are regarded as ‘the World’s Finest’ warrior maidens. This one,” she pointed to Batgirl, “is an expert in crime solving, strategy, advanced weapons, hand to hand combat, and computers, while this one,” she nodded toward Supergirl, “is some sort of super-being. Were it not for the presence of a material known as Kryptonite in her bindings, she would possess unimaginable strength, super speed, the ability to see through wall, and the ability to . . . to fly.”

“Hhhhhhhhh . . . I see,” the Master paused. “Their clothes, . . . they will not do. . .” the Master hissed.

Stamping her staff again, Evillana caused a brilliant flash of light. When the flash dissipated, the heroines found that the top half of their uniforms had been physically ripped away. In its place, each woman now wore a tightly secured brown leather strap. The strap completely encircled each heroine’s rib cage and breasts, and was buckled in the front. The brief straps fit snugly around the fullest part of each heroine’s bust line, deeply compressing the soft fleshy orbs of their full heaving breasts, accentuating a deep plunging cleavage, and barely covering their nipples. The binding was alarmingly and starkly brief and simple in design, but it was undeniably effective in displaying the women’s . . . ample charms.

“Hhhhhhhhh . . . Excellent. . . ” the Master hissed again. “Have you tested their . . . responsiveness?”

“No, my Lord, I thought it best to wait for your presence before proceeding with the test,” Evillana responded, lying.

“That is . . . wise, . . .” the Sorcerer responded, with more than a hint of a lethal threat in his voice. “You may . . . proceed.”

With this, Evillana raised her staff, stretched out her arms toward the heroines, and began to utter a cryptic incantation, “Don-lor-amay, Tesk-pu-ratum, Scintilatay, SCORUM!”

With this last word, two columns of green glowing energy appeared in the hall. One swirling green column appeared around Batgirl, completely engulfing and encircling her body, and the other swirling sparkling cloudy column of energy surrounded Supergirl. An instant later both heroines were lifted several inches off the floor, so that they seemed to float in a column of weightlessness. But there was something more, the girl’s legs now began to move, and their hips began to wriggle. Odd expressions started to play across their beautiful faces, grimacing expressions of strain, effort, exertion, . . . arousal.

As their hovering bodies began wiggle and wriggle enticingly, their breathing became rapid, deep, raspy, gasping breaths. It was clear that the energy was somehow driving the girls into a state of heady heightened arousal.

“Oh God!” Supergirl gasped, as her eyes closed seductively, her back arching sharply. Meanwhile, Batgirl whined and whimpered enticingly, in high-pitched gasps as she ground her thighs together, and thrust her hips lustfully.

“What are they doing to us?” cried Supergirl desperately.

“Ooooooohhhhh!” cried Batgirl, too caught up in the relentless sensations to respond coherently. She seemed quite near a release, as she bit her lip. The involuntary thrusting of her pelvis, showed off her bottom and the curves of her narrow mound to excellent advantage, two details not lost on the Master. Reaching one arm forward, the Master’s hand now became visible. Despite his strange mysterious appearance, his hand appeared to be that of a normal human male. Now he reached that hand into the flaming column of green energy, he openly palmed and groped Batgirl’s succulent bottom. The full round contours of her buttocks filled his hand nicely. Her soft curvy flesh was much to his liking, and he groped her ass at length.

The uninviting touch of the Master’s hand on a most private region of Batgirl’s body, only fanned the flames of her magically-induced desire all the farther, and she gasped seductively in response, “AHHHHhhhhhh-hh!!” involuntarily causing her back to arch sharply, thrusting her leather-bound breasts skyward. The sound of creaking stretching leather only heightened the tension in the air.

The Master continued to grope her ass, then stroked the front of her writhing thigh.

“Oooooooooooo!” she cooed, cursing herself for loving the feeling of his hand on her body.

Now he groped her chest as well. The naked flesh of her breast was soft and pliant, firm and plump, full and hand-sized. There was much to like about this one.

“UNNGGHH-hh!” Batgirl groaned excitedly, as the Master groped her breasts. Her hips were now thrusting, and seductively gyrating, her body growing ever nearer to its inevitable release. The feeling of pleasure between her legs was magnificent and overwhelming. But it wasn’t just there. A similar pang of desire flamed in her breasts, and lapped throughout her body. Despite the feelings of humiliation, her body had never felt so alive and so sensual. Why didn’t he just finish her off, she wondered.

Now he moved his gaze to her mound, lustfully caressing her womanhood with his eyes. He reached out toward her mound, and while his fingers stopped a few inches short of touching her in this most sacred spot, his fingers began to emanate a strange magical blue glow, which expanded to envelop her mound in its blue light.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Now the intensity of the glow increased, and his fingers began moving with a clever quickness, still emitting the strange enchanted blue glow. Now concentrating with great focus, the Lord of Mysteria moved his hand purposefully, in a gesture that suggested ever-increasing magical potency. Batgirl’s body wiggling grew more desperate with every passing second.

“UNNNNNNGHHHH!!” Batgirl cried out loudly, as the blue light and the pleasuring rapidly and dramatically intensified. The sensation was as though the fingers, lips, and tongue of the world’s most skillful lover were busily at work on her most intimate places, as the girl reflexively thrust her breasts further outward and skyward. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” she whimpered loudly, clearly overwhelmed by the latest barrage of marvelously intensified pleasures.”

Now her thighs scissored against eachother rapidly and seductively, and her hips thrust lustily, as the sensations within her narrow mound continued to increase to a fevered pitch. It was too much, too good, too--

“I must’nt! I can’t! I shouldn’t! I--”

“Huh-HUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

As the most powerful orgasm of her lifetime detonated between her legs, Batgirl lost all control of her body. Suspended there in the eerie green column of energy, her curvy young body writhed and twisted, jerked and twitched, thrashed and heaved as a five- alarm climax wreaked havoc with her body, filling every nerve in her body with bright scintillating sensations of pure sweet sparkling guilty pleasure. Wave after wave of green and blue ecstasy pulsed through her young deserving body, wiping her mind clean of all coherent thought.

“HUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

As Evillana and the Master took in the rapturous sight of Batgirl’s lovely twitching jerking mid-orgasmic body, and her herky-jerky climactic antics, they enjoyed the scene with guilty self-satisfied pleasure.

When at last her spastic dance slowed, her floating body basked in the oozing pleasures of her post-orgasmic stupor. When the sparkling pleasures slowed to a dull roar, Batgirl hung weightless slowly grinding her thighs together squeezing every last drop of pleasure from her young limp sprawling body.

Only then did the villains’ attention turn to Supergirl. The young blonde heroine squirmed nervously in the swirling energy-field. She had seen how quickly Batgirl had succumbed, and she didn’t imagine she would fare any better. Like Batgirl before her, her sinewy writhing form was clearly suffering from the effects of the magical arousal field. As her hair floated around her, as if she were immersed and submerged in water, Supergirl’s eyes were now sensuously closed. Clearly her mind was drinking in the guilty pleasures which flared between her long sensuous legs. The shiny red lips of her tiny mouth parted to show bright white teeth clenched tight in concentration.

With a wave of his arm, the Master removed the tiny shiny clingy blue skirt that covered Supergirl’s hips, revealing the heroine’s tiny red thong as the only article of clothing that covered the heroine’s virtue. The innocent young heroine gasped at the thought of being so exposed, but there was no denying the pleasures that leapt between her legs. Her mound was alive with desire, flaming with passion, needy for a guilty release, for ecstasy.
But how could she submit to such private feelings in the presence of this villainous gathering? The very thought was unimaginable!

But the insistent pleasure swelling between her legs would soon say otherwise. Like it or not, the tiny triangle between her legs would have its way. The tiny bud that lived there would soon find its release. Even now, the bound heroine knew that her fate was sealed.

All eyes were on Supergirl’s tiny mound, scantily covered by her daring red thong, where everyone assembled knew fantastic pleasures were now swirling uncontrollably. Already a dampness could be seen there between her young blemishless thighs.

Reaching his hand out, the Master now groped the soft naked flesh of her thonged buttocks thoughtfully. Reflectively, he sampled the soft desirable flesh, handling it, kneading it, sampling its plumpness, its resilience, its heft. Its softness was suitable to him, and pleasantly inviting in a way that none of the bodies of the local Mysterian warrior maidens had been. And with that, his mind was made up.

With a sweeping gesture, he multiplied the intensity of the floating girl’s pleasure 100 fold. Then turning his back on her, he began to discuss with Evillana, the details of the coming “wedding night.”

Supergirl threw her head back, as the pleasure intensified beyond her capacity to contain. It had been all she could do to nurture and enjoy the rapturous feelings that swelled and swirled within her mound, without letting them overwhelm her. Now that the feelings had reached a crescendo that was beyond all comprehension, that battle was now swiftly, and resoundingly, lost.

“I deem BOTH of these females suitably responsive. I shall require BOTH of them for my bed,” the Master declared in his whispering tone, as Supergirl surrendered to a devastating mind-warping rapture.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”

“They are to be securely bound and clad in the fashion that I prefer,” he commanded.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Supergirl cried as the unimaginable rapture ripped through her groin, and exploded throughout her body, bathing her in a bright light of brilliant sparkling ecstasy.

“Understood,” answered Evillana coolly, totally ignoring Supergirl’s noisy plight. “It shall be done as you command. Might I suggest that you take them separately, my Lord?”

“HUHHHHHHHHH-NNNNNNNNNNNNNGH-NNNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHH!!!” Supergirl continued, just a few feet away from the eerily calm cool discussion. The blonde heroine was still lost in the throes of her intense agony of pleasures, her svelte body twitching with ungainly spasms of ecstasy, her mound deluged with a warm shower of wet sticky love juices, her bulging breasts, straining in the confines of the tight leather strap.

“Very well,” the Sorcerer conceded.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
The pleasure was intense, unimaginable, and now at last the young Kryptonian knew perfect bliss, her thighs now slick and shiny wet, awash in her own wet pleasure juices.

“I am pleased that the subjects were to your Highness’s liking. I live only to serve your Wickedness,” Evillana concluded reverently, bowing slightly at the waist, as Supergirl’s body wracked with spasms of uncontrollable ecstasy.

“UNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm. . .” At last the frantic throws of the rapture slowed and Supergirl entered the faraway land of afterglow, her mind and body lost in a sparkling jingle-jangle world of thoughtless pleasures and mindless hedonism. Her mind and body relished the delicious afterglow that lingered in her limbs, like the taste of fine wine.

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . .”

“I wish to examine them further,” the Master whispered. And with that, Evillana waved her arm, and the two columns of energy dissipated, and the heroines’ languorous bodies were lowered gently to the floor.

The two spent heroines were now sprawled out on the floor, in sensuously seductive poses. Large wet stains appeared at the front of their groins, ample evidence of their recent guilty pleasures. Now the two rectangular sections of floor where the heroines lay, began to rise up our of the floor forming two stone tables, raising the two heroines aloft, about 3 feet above the floor.

Totally spent by their lovemaking, neither heroine made the slightest move to resist, as the Master inspected them. Now his curious hands groped their thighs, breasts, and buttocks, rolling their unresisting bodies this way and that, savoring their naked flesh, as they basked in the smoky afterglow. Finally, he spoke, “Have them . . . prepared.”

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Chapter 5: “Batgirl - The Mating”

The Master Sorcerer’s master bedroom was a grand impressive room, high in the east tower of his fortress. The room was made entirely of stone, and the views from its balconies were the finest in all the land. But it was night time now, and the only view to be had was that of near total darkness.

As the Master glided into his darkened bed chamber, he found “the Batgirl” there, prepared for him, as he had directed. She was conscious, and her uniform had been magically restored to its original condition. She was upright now, standing between, and just in front of, two square rough-hewn stone pillars in the middle of the room, She was tied and bound, spread eagle, her arms and legs stretched out, her wrists and ankles firmly restrained by taut studded black leather bindings which encircled them. These cuffs were attached to heavy chains which were securely mounted to the stone columns.

As he entered the room, he admired her outstretched physique, so nicely displayed and available to him. Clenching her small gloved hands into tight fists, Batgirl pulled energetically on her bindings, but to no avail. Escape was quite impossible.

As he drew closer, he observed and admired her striking attributes more and more closely. Even though her pretty face was partially concealed by her cowl, the cleverly designed mask did not cover her pretty features, so much as it seemed to accentuate the drama and beauty of her face, while cloaking it in an added layer of mystery. Everything about her drew him to her. Her breasts, so sharply pronounced and pointed, . . . the enticing lines of her taut abdominal muscles, her long, shapely, slender, tapered dancer’s legs. . . so lean, . . . so firm, still straining futilely against her bindings. Lastly, his eyes settled on her pelvis, so comely and shapely, framed so nicely between her tender feminine thighs, adorned so admirably by the daring silky-blue thong that so nicely accentuated the curves of her mound. Yes, . . . there was not doubt about it, . . . bound and wriggling slightly as she was, . . . she was perfect.

Now crouching down, her examined her pelvis more closely. He marveled at the beauty of her, the subtleties of her shape, the lines of her narrow thong as it lay tight over the curves of the most intimate part of her body. Casually, he ran his hands along the insides of her thighs, coaxing a sudden gasp from the unresisting girl.

“Ahhh-hh!”

Still staring at her groin, mere tantalizing inches away from her, he spoke to her in a faraway tone, “Ah, what terrible pleasures and fierce raptures may yet be coaxed from your loins, my dear Batgirl. . . In the hours ahead, I shall show you such ecstasy as you have surely never dreamt possible.”

Standing up, his eyes drank in the sheer startling dimensions of her firm proud jutting breasts. They were . . . quite remarkable. Then in a sudden gesture, he grabbed the fabric of her gray Lycra uniform where the Bat-symbol lay emblazoned on her chest, and ripped it wide open, revealing her ample Bat-cleavage. “RRRRRRRRRRRRIP!!”

As the cool air hit her rotund breasts, her tender nipples grew stiff and erect, as she grew aroused at the sudden unexpected exposure.

“Sorcerer! You Fiend! What have you done!” Batgirl cried out defiantly, as her pale breasts bounced out into the open air.

“I have exposed you for what you are, Batgirl. A woman, a succulent morsel, teeming with sensuality. Your exquisite beauty is something to behold, something to be . . . enjoyed.” Now he pulled the fabric out to either side of her breasts, to reveal them more fully, and tucked the fabric back so that the entirety of her breasts lay completely exposed and on display.

“I think now, that another pose might be more becoming for you, . . .” he spoke thoughtfully. And then, as he snapped his fingers, there was a bright flash, and suddenly her legs were no longer spread. Instead, they were tied neatly together, by a wide black leather strap at her dainty ankles.

“MmmmMMMmmmmm! . . .” she moaned into the large dildo gag which had also magically appeared in her mouth. Now she wriggled like a worm in her bindings, her marvelously tapered legs putting on quite a show.

“That’s better,” he gloated. Then stepping around behind her, he admired her bound form, from behind. “How VERY NICE, he beamed as he took in the rearward view of her captive charms. “The THONG really does become you, my dear! . . .”

“MmmmMMMmmmmm! . . .” she moaned helplessly again into her gag.

“Don’t worry,” he continued, “I have a wonderful magic oil which will cause you to enjoy our coupling with all the fervor that you might share with your most desired lover. If you’ll allow me, I’ll just apply this oil to your breasts. It only takes a few minutes to reach maximum potency.” Though he had asked her permission to apply the magic fluid he had no intention of waiting for her to acquiesce to the treatment, and went ahead with the process regardless.

Taking a small glass vial from a hidden pocket, her poured a small amount of a sweet smelling oil out into his hand, returned the vial to his pocket, and then began rubbing his hands together. Now sidling up behind her, he pressed his hips up against the fullest part of her ass, pressed his erection up along the groove between her buttocks, ran his hands up along her full thighs, and then cupped the underside of her now-naked breasts in his eager oiled hands. The softness and heft of the breasts in his hands was a “stiffening experience.” The fragrance of her sweet-smelling hair and the fragrant oils now assailed his senses as well, as he “pressed his advantage” against her.

“MMMMMMmmmmmmm. . .” he moaned, enjoying the feel and the smell of her, and the feeling of his oiled hands cupping and groping her breasts.

“MMMMMMmmmmmmm. . .” she moaned involuntarily in response to the admittedly pleasant sensation.

For long minutes he gently kneaded the oily lotion into her supple pliant breasts, leaving a warm soothing sensation in the now-shiny forms of her slick globular breasts. They flopped pleasantly in his hands.

“I think I shall require a bit more access to you,” he said finally after the lengthy chest massage, and then snapped his fingers again.

“SNAP!”

There was a brilliant flash of light, after which Batgirl found herself tightly bound and gagged, lying on her side, curled up in the Master’s master bed, with her ankles bound together, her wrists bound behind her back, and her knees drawn up toward her chest. Her mouth was fitted with a silky blue-black cleave gag. Curled up just behind her, spooning her, was the black robed form of . . . the Sorcerer.

Now he stroked and massaged her buttocks at length, groping and pawing her possessively, giving her the butt-massage of a lifetime. Under his eager ministrations, it was impossible for the young masked girl to resist the growing sensations of arousal that were swelling in her. Was it the skill of his hands, or that damnable oil that made her respond so well to his ministrations?

“MmmmMMMmmmmm! . . .MmmmMMMmmmmm! . . .” she moaned helplessly and enticingly into her gag, wiggling seductively.

“Mmmmmmmmmm, that’s much better my dear,” he observed happily, as his eyes and hands drank in the look and the feel of her. His eyes glazed over as he beheld the dark almond-shaped form of her mound peeking shyly from between her thighs and buttocks.

His hands devoured her bottom, sending thrills through her body.

“A bit less uniform, I think. . .”

“SNAP!”

Again, there was a flash, and then the gray tights of her uniform vanished. Now he sidled up against the bare naked flesh of her, the feeling of skin-against-warm-skin was undeniably intoxicating for both of them, and he groped her in this fashion for well over 10 minutes. Now his hands groped her naked chest as well.

“MmmmMMMmmmmmphh!!” she mmphed again, in a mixture of alarm and unexpected arousal!

When he had had his fill, he spoke again, “I must have more!” he commanded insistently.

“SNAP!”

After another brilliant flash, Batgirl found herself tightly strapped down to an elaborate medieval-looking armature, which pinned her half-naked body down in a roughly doggy-style position. Everywhere wide black leather straps securely held her immobilized in this supremely subservient of all positions. As the Master stood behind her, he took in the sublime contours and curvature of her marvelously displayed posterior. Surely the plump rotund form of her thonged rump was begging to be impaled by him. As he climbed up onto the armature, which stood in the middle of the bedroom next to his bed, he surveyed the magnificent wriggling wiggling form before him. Here was Batgirl, bound and gagged, wriggling and jiggling in all her glory. Only a tiny black thong protected her now dubious virtue. Palming her buttocks, he squeezed her gently, then fingering her mound, he observed the sodden dripping wet form of her mound. Surely she was now ready for him.

“MmmmMMMmmmmmphh!!” she moaned pitifully, with a new anxiousness in her voice.

Freeing his member to the cool air, he laid it against the naked flesh of her bare ass.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh. . . .”

“MmmmMMMmmmmmphh!!” she mmphed in desperation at the feeling of his stalk upon her.

Now he drew circles of pre-cum on her ass, before probing her more directly. Next he found her opening, and slowly, . . . wetly . . . entered the squishing relenting depths of her womanhood. In a moment, the head was in.

“MmmmMMMmmmmm!!” she moaned as the tip entered her.

Now he grasped her wide naked hips, and pulled, as he pushed the long thick stalk of his manhood into her, entering the hot wet depths of her, . . . oh . . . so . . . slowly.

“Squiiiiiish. . .”

With a gentle nudging, he urged himself deeper and deeper into her, and she moaned her approval and acquiescence, “MmmmmmmMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmnnn. . . .”

Now he buried himself to the hilt in her, his hips crushing against her plump rump, her wide feminine bottom molding itself to the contours of his hard insistent hips. Now they were sealed together, his manhood impaling her, her tunnel tightly gripping him. Both of them shifted their hips slightly, wringing a little extra pleasure from the moment.

That’s when the thrusting began. His hands groped her heavy soft naked breasts as his hips hammered her ass, as his member disappeared again and again into the slick depths of her.

The flames of their passion grew as the pleasure intensified for both of them.

Now he humped the lovely Batgirl with abandon, as she whimpered out in real ecstasy. She cursed the pleasure swelling inbetween her legs, but its need was real and insistent. She groaned loudly into her gag as she grew ever nearer to the release that her mound so desperately needed, “Uhghh!! - Unghh! - Unngghh! - UNGHH!!”

And between each cry, his hips hammered her buttocks, creating a gratifying sound with each and every impact, as her fleshy ass quivered and molded to his insistent hips.

THWACK! “Ungh!”

THWACK! “Unghhh!”

THWACK! “Ungh!”

THWACK! “UNGH!!”

Batgirl was elaborately bound on her knees, doubled over at the waist. The pleasure was so good, so sweet, so insistent. The young masked woman could only pray for a merciful if humiliating release. Soon enough, the pleasures in her mound swelled to a breaking point, and before she could think to resist them, her tiny clitoris exploded in a gratifying rapture that devastated both her mind and her delicate body.

“UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Her teeth clenched on her silken gag as she came, her body racked with unimaginable ruthless ecstasy. Her youthful naked flesh trembled and shook with the terrible force of her rapture, as guilty pleasures exploded through every nerve of her grateful body, as she desperately did her best to ride it out.

The Master Sorcerer reveled in the sight of this innocent idealistic crime-fighter, as her delicate young body was utterly overcome and consumed by wave after wave of savagely pleasurable sensations. He stopped his thrusting to watch the spectacle of her orgasm with delight. He watched her nearly naked thonged body quake with thunderous rapture, and felt her body spasm in the violent tremors of her desperate thrashing orgasm. Her naked breasts felt good quivering and trembling in his hands as she rode out her desperate bliss, crying out through tightly clenched teeth. Then, after a long humiliating rapturous orgasm, at last she fell limp in her bindings, utterly spent, utterly satisfied, and he knew, . . . it was his turn.

Kneeling upright now, he took her naked hips in his hands and thrust himself forward deeply impaling her, forcing a cry of abject ecstasy from her gagged mouth. Then the pace of his thrusts increased again. He relished the sensation of his member rifling down her tight curved tunnel, gripping him in its silky slick embrace. He loved the feeling of thrusting between her tender buttocks, deep into her womanhood, relished the feeling of her buttocks crushing against him, softly molding to his form. It was all too much --

Suddenly, “HRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUNGHH!!!!” he came, spurting deep within her. Once, twice . . .

Now he withdrew, and spurted again, christening her ass with his seed, a third jet, a fouth.

With a nod of his head, there was a flash of light, and suddenly Batgirl was kneeling before him, her gag gone, her head tipped back, her mouth open, as suddenly a fourth jet spurted out of him, leaving a long sticky wet stripe across her perfect heroine face and cowl.

A fifth jet splattered across her nose and her eye, and up onto her cowl.

A sixth jet spattered across her perfect little chin, and then onto her neck and naked chest.

A seventh jet spurted out onto her naked belly and thighs, covering her entire body with gooey proof of their forbidden passion.

As she knelt there, nearly naked, dressed only in her thong and cowl, as well as his sticky wet cum, she relished the sensation of being awash with him. As he wiped his tool off on her delicate face, Batgirl’s face, known the world-over on Earth for its innocence and sweetness. She reveled in the guilty knowledge that her enticing body had inspired such a forceful reaction from him. Now her hand gently coaxed more of his cum out of his sticky, cum-covered member, rubbing it lasciviously onto her perfect innocent face.

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Chapter 6: “Supergirl - The Mating”

After a quick shower, the Master Sorcerer returned to his bedchamber, to find that Batgirl had been removed, and replace with the succulent form of . . . SUPERGIRL.

For security reasons, Evillana had insisted that the arousal lotion be applied to the young blonde, in advance of their encounter, so that binding her would not be necessary. . .

Supergirl lay stretched out before the Sorcerer on his bed, wearing only a tiny red thong. It was really more than she needed, but it suited her perfectly. As she rolled around in the smooth silken sheets, he could see all of her comely assets.

Her pert perky thonged cheeks inspired him as none other.

Her pert hairless ass cheeks simply drove him too distraction. He HAD to have her.

Climbing into bed with her, spooning her. He opened his robe and enclosed her in its folds, bringing their eager bodies together, skin-to-skin. The feel of her nearly naked body was delectable, seductive, and sensual, striking him in a way that no other women ever had before.

For long minutes they kissed, and groped and fondled each other’s bodies, shamelessly. He had his way with every inch of her perfect body, groping squeezing, cupping clutching, caressing. Meanwhile the sweet-smelling fragrance of her silky blond hair assailed his nostrils, and he senses came alive as never before.

In short order he was hard against her, his stiff member pressing crazily against her tender slender shapely thighs.

Skillfully, she stroked him with her hands, driving moans of ecstasy from him, but he wanted more.

Urging her into the most subservient of positions, he took his place behind her. There he savored her taut muscular tone of her thighs and buttocks. He HAD to have her.

“Snap!” in a flash, Supergirl’s thong was replaced with skimpy shiny blue micro-skirt. Bent over as she was, the underside of her plump buttocks were still clearly visible beneath its hem.

Poised there between her pert hairless cheeks for a long moment, he then pushed his thick phallus forward, slowly impaling her, urging a groan of submission from her. Grabbing her wide feminine hips, he pushed his thick phallus deep into her, as he pulled her hips back onto him.

As his thick phallus impaled her, he marveled at the strict tight wet confines of her.
The tight fit was remarkable. He waited there a moment, savoring the feeling, impaling her so deeply, the grip of her passage so tight on him, so wet and warm, the feeling of his member crushed between her buttocks, the feeling of his hard hips crushed up against her cool soft round plump yielding buttocks.

Now he withdrew slowly from her tunnel.

“Snap!” in a flash, Supergirl’s micro-skirt was replaced with incredibly skimpy micro-shorts.

Then he plunged eagerly back into the slick silken depths of her, plunging deeply, forcing a groan of approval from her, “Unnnnngh.” This thick phallus rutted her, in long wet strokes, crushing her soft toned ass with his hard hips.

What was it about her? He had had many in his time. What was it about this one that he found so irresistible? Something about her vulnerability, her femininity. She was so vulnerable, her buttocks were young yet womanly, innocent yet seductive, . . . perfect. The feeling of her long slick passage the way it gripped him, it was perfect. Her long flaxen silken hair, shining and shimmering, the way her head drooped when the pleasure became too much for her, the low moans and high-pitched whimpers that escaped her perfect pink lips as he impaled her deeply. The taut tone of her ass and thighs, the feel of her small naked breasts in his hands.

Now inspired, he began thrusting more aggressively, hammering her perfect innocent ass in pounding hammering strokes. Each hammering thrust forced a high-pitched cry of aroused surrender from her. “Ungh-hh! - Oooo! - Ohhhh! - OOOO! - Unghh!!

She was so soft, so willing.

“Ungh-hh! - Oooo! - Ohhhh! - OOOO! - Unghh!!

Now she gasped for breath, as he rutted her, her ass quivering with each impact, as he rutted her fiercely, her long blonde tresses swaying this way and that.

“Ungh-hh! - Oooo! - Ohhhh! - OOOO! - Unghh!!

He pulled her hips hard against him, with each eager stroke.

“Ungh-hh! - Oooo! - Ohhhh! - OOOO! - Unghh!!

Harder.

“Ungh-hh! - Oooo! - Ohhhh! - OOOO! - Unghh!!

Faster.

“OOOOOOOHHHHHH GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!”

Deeper.

“Oooooooooooooooooo-hh!”

Long.

“NGHH!!”

Wet.

“UNGHhh!!”

Hard.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

That was it.

“HUNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She cried out with the force of a wild Banshee, as the climactic moment overwhelmed her. He jetted hard and deep into her, as she pushed her wide womanly hips and soft ass hard back against him, molding her curves to him. One pulse, two pulses, three pulses exploded from him, jetting deep inside of her. His hands felt so good wrapped around her breasts. Four ecstatic pulses, five, six. As he unloaded his manhood deep in her loins, she exploded with an ecstasy all her own, engulfing him in a warm bath of her wet love.

“UNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Now the tight wet confines of her core, squeezed him even more tightly. Nothing could feel better. He had done it. He had jetted his hot wet seed into the most beautiful girl in the universe, a “super girl.” Even now he continued to rut her slick wet gripping confines of her tiny wet core.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!” she cried with the force of it all.

“Snap!” again she wore the skimpy red thong.

Surely she would bear him many super children. The first of a new race. As he humped her ass, forcing yelps of rapture from her, he could see a new dynasty forming before his eyes. A dynasty of super beings. And it would all start here, in this perfect moment, with his sparkling bliss buried deep inside her core, pressed up against her thonged ass.

At long last, when the worst of the storm had passed, he slowly withdrew, and collapsed on the bed next to her. Rolling over, she gazed longingly into his eyes.

That’s when it happened. . . She laughed.

It was a strange laugh . . . not at all what he expected, . . . a deep laugh . . . the laugh of an “older” woman . . . It was . . . the laugh of . . . Evillana.

A moment later the seductive image of Supergirl morphed into that of the Sorceress Evillana. Though she was a few years older that Supergirl, the Sorceress-Witch still possessed a well-developed body of remarkable beauty and comeliness. Her large ripe well-developed breasts and womanly hips were seductive in the extreme.

“I hope that you enjoyed yourself, my Master. Now, at last, I hope that I may have proven my ability to please you in the bed chamber. . .”

The Sorcerer’s eyes widened as he fully came to grips with the reality of what had just transpired. While his encounters with Batgirl and Supergirl had been both been magnificent, both encounters had, in truth, been illusions, . . . illusory spells cast by the twisted Evillana to make her appear in the guise of Batgirl, and then later as Supergirl.

At first, the Sorcerer’s rage began to boil at the deception and betrayal of it all. Then, after a moment of reflection, . . . indeed, he had to admit, it had been the ride of a lifetime. Those succulent bodies, the energetic lovemaking, the spanking, the bondage, the heated passion, the resounding thundering orgasms. Illusion or not, it had all been the thrill of a lifetime. . . and with that, he began to laugh. It started as a small wry smile, that turned into a chuckle. Then the chuckle grew into a laugh. The laugh became louder, and soon he was quaking with uproarious laughter.

At first, Evillana could not tell what the laughter meant. For long moments, an expression of unease settled on her pretty brow. Was he laughing with her or at her. Was this laugh signing her death warrant?

Presently, his laughter came under control, and finally, at last, he spoke, “You, you must tell me, my dear, whatever became of the lovely Supergirl and the fair Batgirl. . .”

“I sent them back from whence they came M’Lord,” she spoke hesitantly. “They were returned unharmed and undamaged. Shall I summon them back?”

“NO, NO, NO!,” the Master Sorcerer commanded, still chuckling a bit. I am certain now, that they could never be your equal. Your illusions were perfect, my dear, to the finest detail. You have my compliments on an marvelous deception! Well cast! Perhaps better than the real thing! The whines, the moans, it was all very convincing.”

“I assure you, m’Lord, my passions were very real,” she countered.

“Indeed your inventiveness, daring, resourcefulness, and stamina this night have impressed me as never before. You realize, of course, that in deceiving me, you risked everything, . . . even your very life, to make your way into my forbidden bedchambers. You risked EVERYTHING in trying to deceive a master sorcerer with a spell of deception of your own making. . .”

“Yes, m’Lord,” she spoke again, still with a quaver of uncertainty in her voice.

“There is an ancient saying, my dear, which reads, ‘Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. . .’

“But I am not your enemy, my Sorcerer King. I wish only to serve, and I have risked everything to prove my worth to you,” she spoke in a surprisingly sincere tone.

“Then you have no aspirations for the throne?”

“My aspirations for power are well known,” Evillana began, “but I neither require nor desire the throne itself. I would loathe the constraints of duty that come with the crown. But to share the bed of the Sorcerer King, . . .” she grinned evilly, “now THAT would give me all the power I should ever need, without weighing me down with the bureaucracy and responsibilities of the crown. And at last, I would have a partner who is my magical and sensual equal. That is something that I have desired for many years, my Lord.”

“Indeed,” replied the Sorcerer King thoughtfully. “My mystical powers tell me that you speak the truth on this rare occasion. With that in mind, my dear, I think that I shall keep you as close to me as humanly possible, . . . even as close as my very bed chambers! Indeed, my fair Evillana, this day you have proven your worth to me. A sorceress-lover may be just what the doctor ordered. This day I pronounce you “Evillana, Consort of the Sorcerer King.”

With this, a flash of unrepentant joy beamed across the Sorceress’s face, then the Sorcerer continued, “. . . but deceive me again, my lovely, in the slightest matter, and I shall stretch your pretty little neck. . . Do I make myself clear?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said, grinning mischievously.

“Very well then,” he said. Then in a brighter, more optimistic tone, he continued, “You know, my dear, we shall make beautiful magic together! Tell me, can you truly take on the guise of any female that my heart desires?”

“Indeed, I can, my King and lover.”

“Mmmmmmmmm. . . So tell me, darling, what guise will you delight me with next? . . .”

“I live only to fulfill your whim, my King.”

“Well then, I think that I should very much like to see you as a young, . . . What do they call them on Earth again? . . . Ah yes! I would very much like to see you as a young . . . ‘cheerleader’. . . ”

THE END