Supergirl and Batgirl in
Royal Duo

by Supergirlx

Chapter 1: Hotel Hell

Batgirl leaped through the air, the large silhouette of the full moon blazing behind her as she soared down from one of the city’s peaks. Her cape tightly clutched in each hand, building resistance from the high winds, slowed her momentum enough until she reached out for one of the flag poles along the side of the Fairmount Hotel. She swung around the pole and catapulted herself to the nearby ledge of the building.
“Fourth floor, this is it.” Batgirl counted the windows along the side of the hotel, calculating until she was certain she had found the room she was looking for.
“434, this is it.” She crotched low and peered inside the window.
Inside she could see the plush suite with fine French furniture and lavishly decorated walls. Large and spacious this room was twice the size of a normal presidential and was always reserved for visiting dignitaries or ….’Foreign Royalty.’ She thought as she spotted the bound girl in the corner.
“MMmfffffff!!!” An attractive young blond woman with bright red lipstick and icy blue eyes struggled as three large men dressed in black stuffed a gag in her mouth.
“mmmmfffff..”
Two of them took her by the arm and forced her down into a large chair. The girl, clad in a short red mini-dress with long satin opera gloves and shimmering white stocking feet kicked and struggled madly as the men bent her hands behind the chair and withdrew lengths of rope to bind her. Batgirl stared a moment longer, she watched as the men pushed her forward and crossed her wrist, wrapping them securely with the rope.
‘Princess Monaco’ Batgirl thought, thinking back to the anonymous caller who had tipped her off to someone wanting to kidnap the Princess tonight.
‘Better to work now while they’re preoccupied with her.’ She thought taking out a glass cutter from her belt.
Silently she began cutting the glass, glancing back at the men tying the girl. Batgirl scanned the woman; she was defiantly Scandinavian, with smooth snowy skin and long shapely legs in shiny white tights that glared under the lights. She was expensively dressed in a shiny tight red miniskirt that edged higher up her thighs the more she kicked and struggled against the brutes. A tight spandex garment stretched tightly across her body, that looked as if she were going out to a club for the evening but had been caught just before.
The men pulled her back, finished with her hands, her long gloved wrist entwined in the strong white rope held her firm as they smiled at each other, taking liberties massaging the helpless girl’s breast through her top, fondling her.
“mmmff..youuufffff…pppffffiiggggsss…..ggttt yrrrrr handssss offffmmeee”
The men smiled and laughed, enjoying the touch of her tits, groping them with enjoyment. They now grabbed her slender stocking feet and forced them to the legs of the chair, slipping rope over the girl’s ankles and fastening them tightly to the chair.
“You’re going to bring a nice reward Princess.” One of them smiled up at the struggling blond.
“As soon as we get you smuggled out of here, you’re country will pay us anything to get you back.
Batgirl had now succeeded in pulling a small round piece of the glass from the frame without the men noticing. She watched as they groped the girl, sliding their hands up her stocking legs…but something was strange. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something about the scene that seemed odd…the girl’s skirt? Was there something wrong with her skirt? Her manner?
‘That’s just crazy.’ She thought. But what was wrong here? ’The icy blue eyes of the young girl that almost seem to have caught a glance of her? There was something odd about the scene itself? She couldn’t quite figure it out.
The intruders were done binding the woman, they looked at the struggling blond, satisfied that she wasn’t going anywhere for a while and her mouth packed and cleave gagged. They turned their attention to the apartment. Batgirl slipped her hand through the small glass opening, and unlocked the window, unnoticed by the men who were now going through drawers and turning over suitcases, searching for anything of value.
Silently she lifted the window and entered the room. The long legged girl’s eyes rose with attention as she saw Batgirl. She struggled, mmffing in her gag. Batgirl placed her finger on her lips to tell her to keep quiet as not to blow her element of surprise.
“I think I found them,” one of the men shouted. “The jewels are here!”
The other two men started over to him, and as they did, Batgirl sprung into action.
“I hope you have something nice picked out for me!” she kicked the first two hard in the chest sending them down and crashing into the expensive walls. She flipped her boomerang at the third, striking him hard across the head and sending him reeling backwards. She then turned quickly and finished the first two men with hard kicks.
“Are you ok?” she pulled the gag from the girl’s mouth and began undoing the ropes from her.
“Yes, who… are you?” She asked marveling at the heroine.
“I’m Batgirl, I’m here to help.” Batgirl replied undoing the ropes.
“Th-thnak you Batgirl.” The girl said softly, her breath quick and excited. “I don’t know what happen to my security, those men charged in the room and before I knew it they grabbed me and tied me up!”
“Don’t worry I’m here now.” Batgirl smiled confidently as she removed the last bit of rope from the girl’s feet. “I’ll protect you.”
“Thank you Batgirl.” The girl sobbed throwing her arms tight around Batgirl, hugging her deeply as she wept in her arms.
“Its ok now, I won’t let anything happen to you, just be calm.” She had to pull hard to pull the hysterical girl away.
“Are there any more?” Batgirl scanned the back rooms of the suite.
“I don’t know.” The girl said sounding frighten. “I think I heard someone in the washroom.”
And as if on cue a thumping was heard in the washroom.
“Stay here, I’ll check it out.” Batgirl turned and cautiously headed to the hallway. She pressed her ear to the door; on the other side she heard some muffled voices and a lot of movement. She slowly turned the knob.
“What??”
What she saw startled her, her mouth dropped open with shock, but she had no time to react. A solid thud made contact with the back of her neck as the crime fighter’s eyes fluttered and she fell to the ground.
“OOOwwwww…..”
Tiny stars of light seemed to flutter before her eyes as the point of impact of the blow shot a searing pain through her shoulders. She tried to focus, now realizing what she had stumbled into. She turned and saw the blond girl posing over her, smiling broadly with a Baseball bat in her hand.
Batgirl stumbled backwards, getting distance between them she sprung into action..
“You just made a big mistake.” She said angrily, ignoring the throbbing pain, she instantly reached for her bat-a-rang from her utility belt.
“Say goodnight bitch!” She placed her had down to her shapely hips and her eyes grew wide with shock. She looked down at her waist and only saw the smooth purple costume hugging her body.
“My belt???” She said confused feeling duped, her hands circling her waist as if she couldn’t believe her weapons were gone.
“Looking for this?” The woman laughed pulling Batgirl’s belt from behind her back. “I relieved you of this during that emotional embrace.” She teased then tossed the belt behind her. “You won’t be using your toys tonight, Batgirl.”
A cold sweat suddenly covered Batgirl’s body as the woman stepped towards her.
‘I’ve got to regroup.’ She thought as she turned, trying fast to get to her feet and flee into the next room.
<Crack!!>
“OOohhhh!!!”
A hard blow from the bat made contact with the superheroine’s leg. She grimaced in pain falling to the floor. She reached down, grabbing at her injured leg, gritting her teeth together as the pain throbbed throughout her thigh.
“Don’t worry; I’m here now…” The woman mocked her. “I’ll protect you. Ha-ha, how pathetic you are!”
‘Its not broken…not broken…but damn it hurts...got to move!!!’ Batgirl thought frantically as again she tried to get to her feet but the pain was too great, her legs wobbled in the high heeled boots, her cape flapping behind her as she fell back into the wall for support.
Sweat beaded her face beneath her cowl as her heart raced with adrenalin; she knew she was in big trouble.
‘Got to escape, get myself together.’
Batgirl couldn’t catch her breath, she felt a chill run the length of her spine as she turned and saw the long legged woman slowly advancing on her, toying with her. She turned again to run but another hard shot from the bat made a thud sound against her thigh and she crashed against the door frame of the adjoining room, and slammed back to the floor.
“AAAaoowwwww…..Get away from me!” She shouted, blood trickling from her mouth now, her nails digging into the floor to pull her maimed legs behind her.
“What’s the matter Batgirl, don’t you want to play with me?” The woman smirked, feeling suddenly turned on at the site of the cowering heroine at her feet. “My real name is Ale, and I want so much to play with you.” The woman strolled over to the crawling heroine, smiling evilly with anticipation and excitement.
“What’s it like Batgirl? Wearing that sexy outfit? Fighting crime? Oh that must be such a rush for you, hmm?”
Batgirl grimaced in pain, her legs were burning as she dragged herself across the floor, breathing hard as blood trailed behind her.
“Where you going, Hon? You haven’t even said anything about my outfit, isn’t it sexy?” She posed with the bat, licking her lips. “You think one of your heroes would want to fuck me?”
“Go to hell, you crazy Bit...”
She swung the bat hard, nailing the heroine hard in the shoulder.
“AAAAAiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!” Batgirl cried, withering in pain.
The woman kicked her over, pinning the crippled caped crusader with her stocking foot on her neck.
“Please…..please…..” Batgirl begged, tears streaming from her eyes, her body aching in pain and her chest heaving fast. She looked up the girl’s outstretched leg, her miniskirt stretched and showing a fleeting glance below the short red dress at the satin gold panties underneath.
Batgirl’s heart pounded harder now as she stared, unbelieving what she was seeing. The woman pulled the weapon back again and suddenly the heroine fell into unconsciousness as a final blow connected.
“mmmm…”
The girl smiled, she quickly trotted back, grabbing the same rope that was used to bind her and pulled Batgirl’s hands behind her back, crossing her yellow gloves at the wrist.
“Stupid superheroine.” She laughed, straddling Batgirl from behind, her silky shapely legs gripped the sleeping heroine as she slipped the cord under Batgirl’s wrist then pulled the rope through a loop and pulled it tight, wrapping it over and around the sleeping caped crusader’s hands until it was tight and secure. She marveled at Batgirl’s tight ass, slapping her firmly.
“mmmm…nice. I wouldn’t mind a piece of you myself.” She caressed the slumbering heroine’s ass, sliding her hand over Batgirl’s shapely bottom and down between her legs.
“God I love this material.” She smiled feeling Batgirl all over, getting more excited at the sexy tight fitting costume. She ran her hands down Batgirl’s body, feeling he leather like material all over her muscular form.
“Mmmmm….” She smelled the costume, running her face up Batgirl’s back. “I definitely have a fetish for this! Mmmm…”
The girl was getting visibly excited the more and more she felt of the costume, especially the tightness between batgirl’s legs where the costume seemed to fit like a second skin, molding her perfectly. The smiled broadly as the three men staggered into the room.
“Ale, you got her?”
“Of course I did, now go get some more rope and tie her feet, we’ll need that gag too.” She ordered them taking one last feel of Batgirl’s leather clad ass. “Part one of the plan worked perfectly.”

The staff of the Fairmount Hotel had never quite seen anything like this before; the bound and gagged body of Batgirl being carried through their lobby by three men in dark clothing and mask, being led by the petite Princess Monaco. The smiling girl in tall heels now, wearing large sunglasses strutted across the lobby and past the bewildered employees at the front desk, leading the men with their prisoner like a rock star returning from a triumphant performance. She grinned broadly at the aghast spectators as the unconscious superheroine was taken straight through and to a waiting car where she was loaded inside.

Chapter 2: Darkness and Danger

Batgirl slowly awoke feeling cold hard stone below her face, her eyes fluttering but no light to be seen. Her body ached of several recent injuries as she tried to move, she rolled herself over, unable to move her hands from the bindings behind her. Slowly she was remembering the events of the evening, the hotel room…the blond woman…..the trap.
“OOowwww….” She grunted her shoulder stiff and sore from an earlier blow, she sat up in the darkness, now feeling the thick leather blinders on her eyes. She could also feel her mask in place below the blindfold. A small sigh of relief left her as the fear of being unmasked passed. She stretched her legs out, they were unbound.
‘Where am I?’ she thought. ‘Captured somewhere.’ She answered herself.
“Mmmm….” She slowly managed to pull herself to her feet, carefully feeling her way in the darkness.
“Well, look who’s up.”
She heard the voice to her left and turned defensively to face it.
“She doesn’t look so tough anymore, does she?” Another voice behind her, she switched her stance.
“But don’t she look all cute tied up like that.” A third voice said as she whirled around again.
“Let me go!! I demand that you release me!!” Batgirl shouted in her most forceful voice, waiting for some answer.
She heard no response.
“Answer me!! What are mmmfffff!!!” She doubled over in pain as a hard fist slapped against the leather of her costume. Batgirl stumbled back only to fall into the hands of another.
“You demand, bitch!” The villain pulled her up and pushed her forward.
She landed into the arms of another with a distinct perfume scent. This one turned her around and pushed her back. She heard laughter as the fiends toyed with the blind heroine, pushing her from side to side until one grabbed her from behind and held her tight.
“Nngggg…get away from me! OOowwwwwww…” A hard punch knocked the wind out of her. She felt the villain from behind grab a hand of her wig and pull her back up by her hair.
“OOOwwww….OOOO.wwwwwooooowwwwwwww….”
They held her as several punches landed on her body, striking her in the chest and hard in the ribs.
“…nooo…oooowwwwwww” A low punch in her sex sent shock waves of pain throughout her, her toes curled inside her boots as her stomach turned and her legs trembled.
She felt them slam her down face first on the floor, the took her bound hands and pulled them high up behind her and cut the ropes. Batgirl feeling temporary freedom struggled hard but there were so many hands pushing her flat to the floor. She struggled to get a hand on the blindfold, to see how many of them there were but they caught her by the arms, twisting them behind her as she cringed in pain. Her heart was pounding as tears streamed down her eyes, she felt as if her arm would be ripped from its socket.
She felt someone reaching at her throat, her head thrashing, trying to pull away but the villain had gotten what he was looking for. He unsnapped the bindings of her cape and she felt it drift away from her.
“AAAAHHHHHhhhhhhh!!!!!!” She screamed, breathing hard as hands danced over her body, looking for something….hands groping all over her…..for……..she felt the hidden zipper on her costume give way and suddenly felt the cold air against her skin.
“NOO!!...nngggggg…..let go of me!!!! Stop!!!!!!” She was helpless to stop them. She heard the zipping sound of the metal clasp being open down her front, hands slipping inside the costume, touching her bare flesh and pulling the protective garment away from her. Long hard nails raked her tender back as they tugged the costume away from her, forcing her arms down and through the sleeves. They pushed her hard down to the floor, pinning her as they stripped the costume completely from her top. Batgirl’s voluptuous breast in the satin Victoria’s Secret bra was flatten to the floor. She felt them behind her pulling the skin tight costume from her as more of her creamy body became visible. The matching blue thong panties creased in her shapely ass had now been revealed as they pulled her boots free and finally removed the last of her costume from her.
“You bastards!!!” She shouted, kicking and struggling, trying to see past the thick leather blinders. She flailed madly trying to pull free of what seemed like dozens of hands reaching out to subdue her, overpowering her, pushing her to their will. Her mind raced, wondering if she had somehow died and this was her hell.
She felt them all over her body, several on each of her legs, grabbing at her ankles and thighs, they pulled her apart.
“Oh God, no!! What are you going to do to me??” She was no match for the combined strength of them as they widened her legs, forcing her open. She felt hands cupping her sex, prodding her tender mound and running themselves up and down her satin panties. They pulled the shiny strip of material tight in her ass, cutting into her clit in half as part of the material disappeared inside of her. Strange fingers touched her exposed slit, sliding past the material and inside of her.
“Batgirl, welcome to our place.” She heard a familiar voice. It was the girl from the hotel.
“Ale?” she said through gritted teeth, struggling hard. “You bitch! Let me go!! I’ll kill you for this!!” Batgirl said angrily she felt a well of hatred inside of her, not so much at the girl, but at herself for being foolish enough to fall into her trap.
“Still the arrogant hero, eh? Put her in position; let’s show this bitch what we do with superheroines.” The girl ordered the others.
“No! Get your filthy hands off me!” They pulled the struggling Batgirl upwards.
“Keep still bitch, you’re going to get yours if you like it or not!” She heard one of them say as sharp nails ripped across her body.
“AAAiiiiiii!!!!” She screamed.
“Stop struggling!” another slapped her hard across the ass again and again, spanking her like an unruly child. Her bottom blushed deep red on either side of the blue satin thong as tears streamed from under her cowl. They pulled her up; slamming her hard across a wooden horse. They bent her hard in the middle, her exposed ass high in the air as they forced her forward, pulling her legs to the side of the wooden structure.
“No! What are you doing?” She felt them stretching her arms in front of her, her legs were being tied, open wide to the side beams.
“Pour it.” She heard Ale say and then felt an oozing liquid on her body, slimy and slick she felt hands smoothing it all over her, over her back and legs, up her legs and inside her thighs, hands covering it over her breast, pulling her from her bra and greasing it over her pink nipples.
“NNNggggg….OOoohhhnnnnnngggggg…..” She felt hot, the liquid seeping inside of her, causing her to sweat, her body burning beads of sweat running down her now smooth skin. “what…what’s going...nnngggg…..”
Batgirl’s heart stopped. She felt the cold steel edge of the knife digging into her neck as a chill ran down her spine. She stopped struggling, even feeling the fiends behind her pulling her panties away form her glistening mound. She cringed as the tip dug softly into her skin.
‘Oh God….’ Her heart pounded.
“Now Batgirl, open wide.”
She didn’t know what the girl meant? Her thoughts raced, cursing the blindfold over her eyes. But then she felt it. Soft and smooth, nylon, pushing against her lips. She was confused; she didn’t know what the girl was up to.
“Open.” Ale commanded and Batgirl slowly widened her mouth.
“Mmmfffffffff..” She felt a cock slide over her lips and into her warm mouth. A cock, but in nylon, smooth and hard, she pulled it through the thin material.
‘Is this her boyfriend?’ She wondered not daring to stop as he slid in and out of her mouth. Behind her she felt hands grabbing her waist; positioning her…she knew what was next.
“Mmmmffffff…mmmmffffff” She felt another cock slide inside of her from behind, slamming her ass as he pumped her. She felt something else, like a loose material touching just above where his cock was.
“OOohh…mmmm…yeah, you’ve done this before haven’t you?” Ale teased her, her girlish voice almost giddy. “How do you like having a cock in your mouth?”
Batgirl’s mind answered quickly, ‘I love it.’
She pulled away from him for a moment, seemingly defiant.
“It’s the last time you’ll ever see me with mmffff…” he pushed back inside of her, pushing in deep, filling her whole mouth as the fiend behind her pumped her faster and faster, rocking her whole body until she was dripping wet. She felt herself welling inside; she secretly loved being taken from behind and from front. She felt his cock stiffening in her dripping clit… and then….she felt his hands on the back of the blindfold.
“Mmmmm…mmmmmmmmm…” she moaned, feeling him cumming behind her as the restraint was removed from her eyes.
She fluttered, her eyes focusing, things coming clearer until she finally saw it. Her heart skipped a beat as the scene became clear.
The girl that she tried to rescue, that had trapped her…the red skirt hanging just above her head …The large cock, pushing through the wet nylon stockings from under the skirt…pushing inside her mouth, her tongue was wrapped around.
“MMMMFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!”
‘Oh god!!’ She looked on dumbfounded at the girly man in front of her.
“Surprised Batgirl?” The blond woman removed a patch from her throat and her voice changed into a deeper manly tone.
Her mind raced as sudden confusion swept over her, she felt stupid and betrayed. The woman…man in front of her was perfect, except for the stiffening cock that filled her mouth.
Batgirl looked behind her, a tone red headed girl in a leather skirt and a pushup was there, her skirt covering Batgirl’s ass as her cock slammed inside.
“OOOohhhh…OOOHHHHHHH….” She…he…moaned in bright red lipstick as his cock exploded over her.
The heroine’s heart pounded, she looked around the room. There were dozens of them, all dressed as women, some with their cocks hard, pushing from beneath their skirts, waiting for a turn at the heroine.
“Mmfffnooo!!!” She squealed as Ale pumped his cock, hard and ready to burst. He took hold of her mask.
“No, don’t!!!” she begged but in one quick burst he ripped it from her. The sexy red headed batgirl was now the short black haired librarian Barbara Gordon. Ale exploded in her exposed face, his cum spilling into her eye and dripping down her face. Batgirl screamed, it was too much for her.
“Ha-ha, taste it Batgirl. And when we’re done with you, you’re going to help us get another.” Batgirl was speechless, she mumbled “no”.
“Oh yes you will.” He lifted her head as the sticky liquid dripped from her face.
“no…no….” she tried to say as another of them slipped in her from behind, as the others closed in, one after another they pounded her wary body. She felt as if she were in some horrible nightmare, some freakish hell. One by one they took turns on the bound heroine, painted nails raking her back as cocks from beneath silken panties plunged into her dripping clit. Batgirl passed out mid way, her limp body still being filled until the last. The mousey short haired girl that was Batgirl lay bent over, ravaged by the gang.
“Take her to the room, she’ll be ready.” Ale said as two of them undid her from the beam. She fell into their arms as the men carried her away.
Ale looked at the mask on the ground, picking it up he smiled.
“Batgirl, soon it will be time for you to bring another into our web.”

Chapter 3: Driven…

Police cars swarmed the Fairmount Hotel, outside its expensive brass lobby doors, dozens of uniformed officers filed into the building. Local news reporters and television crews held at bay by a police line shouted and begged for eyewitnesses to report on the breaking story.
“Miss, can you tell me what happened? What’s going on inside?” An anchorman pushed past a horde of peers, shoving a microphone towards an elderly woman who was allowed to leave the hotel.
“I…er….I..,.” She fumbled, overwhelmed by the media circus. Then her attention gave way to something falling from the sky, “oh my!”
In an instance the crowd of screaming and jockeying news people stopped and looked upward to watch the object descend from high above. Their mouths gaped open as they watched the once small red dot, falling from high above, getting larger as it fell at incredible speed; red and blue, her cape flapping in the wind behind her, until suddenly her speed slowed, gently lowering the angelic form of Supergirl in front of them.
As soon as her boots touched the ground she hit her stride. Her long hair flowed behind her as she passed the gawkers and frozen admirers, her short red skirt swishing and bouncing above her shapely legs as she walked directly for the entrance of the hotel.
Then, just as sudden as it had stopped, the reporters regained their composure and roared again, pushing and shoving to get a word from Supergirl.
“Supergirl, can you tell us why you were called?”
“Supergirl, give us a comment!” A woman shoved a microphone towards her, but the sexily dressed heroine in the short mini passed them all by without a word. One of the detectives opened the door for her and she stepped into the lobby where several other of he city’s finest were interviewing witnesses.
“Supergirl, I’m glad you made it.” A dark haired woman in black glasses and a dark suit quickly greeted her.
“What’s going on?” Supergirl noticed the blond girl to her right. The girl was speaking some foreign language and flanked by two large men. “Is that Monaco?”
“Princess Monaco. Yes.” She responded. “Supergirl, I’m detective Larson. The chief asked me to brief you on all the details.”
“Was their some sort of attempt on her life or something?”
“No even stranger, Supergirl.” The woman adjusted her glasses. “We found the Princess and her bodyguards bound in the washroom. If they had wanted to kidnap her, she would have been long gone by now.”
“Instead they had me all tied up,” The blond had noticed Supergirl and approached her quickly interrupting the detective with her thick European accent. “They dared shove a sock in my mouth, and then place me in the washroom.” The girl’s eyes danced over Supergirl’s outfit. She had never seen anything like it in her life, or anything as exciting as Supergirl either.
“Is there anything else you can tell us?”
Her face dropped for a moment as if recounting the events. “And then I saw her.”
“Who?” Supergirl looked intrigued.
“I don’t know, but it was like …she was my twin.” The Princess mumbled. “The girl was a perfect image of me. She stood above me just before they closed us in.”
Supergirl looked puzzled.
“Then if it wasn’t a kidnapping, what did they want?”
“I’m afraid it was a kidnapping.” The woman detective said. “It was a trap for a colleague of yours…Batgirl.”
“Batgirl?” Supergirl looked surprise.
“Yes, it seems they created some scene to lure her here, and then subdued her.” She handed Supergirl several photographs from the security cameras. “They carried her out in plain site, right through the lobby.”
Supergirl looked at the photographs, the girl leading the way as two men in black carried a bound and gagged Batgirl. She flipped through the pictures, watching as the bold villains swept through the lobby and right out the front door.
“They wanted everyone to see.” She said flipping to the last photo. “Look at the grin on the girl’s face; she’s smiling right into the camera.”
‘What nerve!’ Supergirl thought. She felt anger inside of her. She felt as if superheroines were special, they should never have to suffer such public humiliation. The only thing better would be to make an example of this girl, to bring her to justice in public view. To let all the other villains know that such boldness has a price.
“But you will go after them, correct Supergirl?” The Princess asked excited.
“Do you have any leads?” She asked the detective.
“As a matter of fact,” The woman pulled a note from her pocket.” We traced the plates on the car to this address. I was just about to give this to my captain….”
“Never mind,” Supergirl took the note from the woman. “I’ll handle this.” She said boldly and gave the princess a reassuring smile as she turned to leave.
The detective watched as Supergirl headed for the door, a sly smile on her face.
“Was that Supergirl?” A man’s voice asked from behind.
“Oh, yes.” The dark haired detective turned and saw a uniformed officer behind her. “Um, she was just leaving.”
“Oh crap, the captain wanted to see her as soon as she got here.” He started after her but a hand held him back.
“I am sorry officer.” The Princess said in her European accent. “But she said that she could not help this time, she said that she was already on an important assignment. She was really quite rude about the whole matter. She says that the local authorities should be able to handle such a small matter, that you shouldn’t bother her with such.”
“Really?” The cop sounded disappointed, his brow in a frown. “I guess I better let the captain know.” He turned and rejoined another group of men going over clues as the two women smiled at each other.

Supergirl walked from the hotel and bolted in the air, leaving the hordes of camera flashes behind her as she soared high above them. She knew exactly where the address on the paper was and headed for the west side of the city, know for its large estates and expensive surf side million dollar homes. She soon found the correct home, it was a large estate with a massive iron fence that encircled the entire compound. The house was a large towering mansion with four massive roman beams that lead to the entrance. There were dozens of rooms on both sides and a large patio behind it that spread well into the nearby beach area. Supergirl landed on the front lawn and silently made her way towards the side of the home where another large structure was.
‘Well I know I have the right spot.’ She thought looking at the nearby garage where she spotted the car from the photographs parked just inside. She took a few steps towards the door when she heard the sudden rushing of oncoming paws.
“Oh great.” She said to herself as she sprang into the air quickly, leaping up to the second level where a balcony overlooked the yard. Supergirl landed just outside the open French doors and peeped down below. Four large Dobermans rushed from either side of the house to the spot she had been just moments before. The dogs sniffed around confused, unable to locate anyone. Supergirl smiled, the element of surprise was still on her side as she pulled the doors open and stepped inside.
“Hey, you just missed the party.” She turned as a voice came from inside the room.
To her right was the shadowy image of Batgirl. The heroine was standing pulling her mask down as if she had just finished dressing, at her feet lay the bodies of two figures clad in black, both seemingly female but there faces covered with black hoods.
“Well I see you have everything in hand here.” Supergirl smiled at her. “From those photos I saw at the hotel I thought you were in trouble.” Supergirl stepped towards her as Batgirl seemed to continue adjusting her skin tight costume.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She smiled and embraced Supergirl friendly.
“So what’s going on? Who are they?”
“A bunch of freaks!” Batgirl’s tone turned cold as she slammed her foot hard into one henchmen laying on the floor.
Supergirl looked shocked for moment at the burst of rage.
“I don’t know what their game is yet, but I’m going to find out.” She kicked the second one as the figure curled and moaned in pain.
‘What did they do to her to cause that reaction?’ Supergirl thought and then she looked around the large room. Not to far away was a strange object, that looked like a saw horse, but padded in the center with two sets of thick straps on the legs. She silently gasped, she could imagine what they had used that for on Batgirl. Her eyes went back to her friend who seemed to be breathing a little more heavily, seemingly excited with the pain she had inflicted on the already beaten two.
Supergirl approached her closer, putting her hands on Batgirl’s shoulder she pulled her away from the withering villains.
“Ok, let me help you. Where are the rest of them?”
“I think they’re still downstairs.” Batgirl turned her head away, not looking Supergirl in the eye.
Supergirl looked at the strange object again and she felt she knew why Batgirl was feeling such.
“Let’s go get them.” She said angrily, turning and heading for the door.
At the center of the house was a grand stairway with dozens of stone steps leading down to the first floor. From the top came the long sexy legs of Supergirl, the mini-skirted heroine stepped down, her high heeled red boots clicking on the stone marble floor as her hand slid along the smooth railing. She walked with all the confidence of the owner of the house, unafraid of anything, confident that she could deal with any villain or horror that dared showed their face. She stood at the bottom of the massive staircase clad in her tiny red skirt and satiny blue top, a strong contrast to dull grey and white of the rest of the room, except of the large dangling chandelier that hung just above her. From behind her Batgirl caught up.
“You take the west wing, I’m going east.”
“Fine,” Supergirl turned to say something to Batgirl but she was suddenly struck with something awkward. She could see her friend now better in the foyer lighting; their on Batgirl’s upper thigh was a small circular spot of wetness, soaked through her catsuit. Supergirl caught herself staring, then suddenly shook off the oddity. “Um…don’t try to take them on all by yourself.”
Batgirl turned without a word and Supergirl watched sexy hero walk into the opposite wing.
‘She’s acting really strange, maybe after this is over Batman better give her an evaluation. He knows her better than anyone.’ Supergirl thought to herself as she entered the other side of the house. She slid open a center door to what looked like a parlor room, filled with humidors of cigars and comfortable wing tipped chairs. She looked around the room and came upon a classic wood desk. She looked at the pictures on top and then saw a jewelry box with a symbol on top.
“I’ve seen this symbol before, its from…Europe maybe?”
But before she could examine it any further she heard crashing and thumping coming from the other wing…the side that Batgirl had entered.
In a blur Supergirl flew to the opposite wing and found Batgirl. There were more of the masked henchmen littered on the floor. Supergirl was astonished that Batgirl had already taken out so many of them, and now the caped crusader was pinned by one while another three hit her over and over.
“How did you get away Bat-bitch!” The villain drew back his hand to slap the heroine but Supergirl flew to them and caught his fist in mid punch, stopping him cold.
“Not so fast!” Supergirl’s fingers crunched down into the man hands, snapping bones. She twisted his arm upwards and kicked him so hard he crashed into the nearby window. Without losing stride she round housed kicked another. She turned to face the last who had Batgirl in a choke hold.
“Let her g..hhhoowww…” Supergirl was hit suddenly from behind with a blunt object. A sharp pain shot through her shoulder blade as she turned and saw the men who had been laying unconscious on the floor, up and rushing her menacingly. Without a pause, Supergirl began cutting through the henchmen with fluid moves and damaging blows. She blocked an attack from one with steel pipe, slammed her foot into another behind her without ever looking, then spun around and slammed her elbow into original attacker’s gut.
“Oooofffffff!!!” The attacker fell back and something struck Supergirl as she knocked out another.
‘A lot of these henchmen are women.” She thought noticing there were many of them with breast. Just then she whirled around and caught another trying to attack her from behind. Supergirl slammed her fist into the woman, but in her haste her aim was off. Instead of slamming her fist on the woman’s jaw, her fist landed against the woman’s breast. Supergirl felt a little uneasy, she hadn’t meant to strike her there. But as the superheroine hesitated, the woman seemed to feel nothing from the blow and with both closed fist hit Supergirl hard.
“Owwww….” The off balance superheroine had left herself open. She was stunned; the blow seemed too powerful for a regular woman. Supergirl staggered back, her lapse would cost her, as several of them were able to get close enough to her now to take hold of her arms. Three on each side of her wrestled with her, as others pounded her open body, trying to wear the princess of power down.
“Nngggg….” She felt a hard blow to her stomach. “Nnngggg…” another landed against her curvaceous side, a vicious kidney shot.
‘Where the hell is Batgirl?’ She thought. Surely she had dispatched the single thug that had held her. Why wasn’t she at least causing a distraction.
“OOohhhhhhh!!” Supergirl grimaced in pain as one of the hooded fiends fist landed flush under her skirt. “mmmmm…” Her stomach turned inside out as she wrestled and struggled against the several hands trying to pin her arms. She felt hands holding her from behind, woman’s sharp fingernails digging through her stretched top and into her breast . They tried holding her thighs, pulling her legs apart. The tiny red wrap of material that Supergirl used as a skirt edged up her legs until a view of her panties made a perfect target for another villain.
“Can we do it here?” she heard one of them say.
“I don’t know, is it long enough? Do we have time?” Another replied.
But before any of the others could answer all of the villains were suddenly catapulted through out the room. Like a star exploding with raw power, Supergirl broke free, sending an explosion of black clad bodies flying all over. At the center the hovering red and blue super heroine almost looked illuminated with light around her entire body.
Supergirl landed looking at the dozens of scattered villains moaning and clutching varies body parts in pain.
“Now you know what it’s like to deal with a real superhero.” She said smugly stepping over several of them when she saw a glimmer of black past by the doorway.
“Supergirl!! This way quick! They’re getting away!!” It was Batgirl’s voice near the front door. To the human eye they could only see a blue and red streak as Supergirl shot towards the voice. She came back to the grand entrance with the large stairway. She looked around but couldn’t see Batgirl anywhere, but the front door was open as if someone had fled outward. Supergirl followed, and as soon as she stepped out into the front lawn she felt sharp teeth clamping down on her leg.
“AAAaaiiiiiii!!!” She screamed as one of the large dogs pulled at her, his wet mouth firmly clamped to her but unable to puncture her smooth steely skin. Then another jumped at her, Supergirl just pulled away quickly enough to avoid his snapping jaws at her throat. She felt herself being pulled back; another of the creatures had her cape in his mouth and was daring to drag her down.
“EEgggg…” she slapped another away. “Get away! I don’t want to harm you!” She said sternly hoping they would somehow understand her and flee, but they continued attacking, snapping at her from both sides. The pack tugged on her viciously, pulling her down until Supergirl opened the palm of her hand and slapped the nose of the first.
The dog whimpered, stepping away quickly. She slapped the second and the same reaction. The other two looked on weakly, and as one left, the others followed quickly behind.
Supergirl started to get up and then felt a sharp jab in her back. The heel of a boot landed squarely behind her pushing her down hard. She turned to look and only caught a glimpse of black and yellow.
“What?” She turned and saw Batgirl standing over her.
“Damn, looks like I’ll have to do this myself.”
Supergirl was stunned looking up at the caped crusader.
“Batgirl, what the hell are you doing?” Supergirl watched as she leaped on top of her, and to Supergirl’s shock she kissed her hard on the lips. Supergirl’s eyes went wide, watching the masked heroine on top of her press her soft painted lips against her own, she could hear Batgirl’s heart beating faster with excitement. She suddenly broke free as Batgirl punched her hard in the mid section and with a fluid she wrapped her strong legs around Supergirl and squeezed her tight.
“Stop this, its madness. You know you’re no match for me.” Supergirl struggled with her, fighting from the flat of her back she was shocked how strong Batgirl actually was. She was like the others in black, her strength seemed doubled for a woman.
“What did they do to you? OOwww…” She asked as surprisingly Batgirl managed to get her arm pinned behind her in a painful hold.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, haha.” The leather clad Batgirl sat atop Supergirl’s miniskirted ass, pushing her arm higher behind her back. Supergirl struggled, she had exhausted so much power she was weaker than usual and she new Batgirl was taking advantage of that. But all she needed was a few more moments to gather herself and break free.
“Hurry while she’s down!” Batgirl shouted behind her and two of the masked henchmen grabbed Supergirl’s legs, getting a full view of her upskirt, her wiggling ass peaking from below with the lone strip of red hugging her plump mound was pressed firmly to the ground thanks to Batgirl’s weight.
Supergirl felt them trying to pin her ankles as she wiggled on the hard concrete.
“Right done.” One of them shouted
“Left done.” The other said.
“Whatever you creeps have done to Batgirl, you’re going to pay.” Supergirl focused herself. Batgirl was now trembling, straining to hold her, she watched in awe as Supergirl slowly powered her arm free. “Sorry Babs, but you’ll thank me later.”
Supergirl turned and with a stunning blow slapped Batgirl free of her. She saw the two villains behind her. But they were not charging her. They simply stood there and watched her sitting. Supergirl watched them curiously, the men never moved, they simply stood there watching….waiting.
“What?” She saw it suddenly. Two thick steel cables were wrapped and locked on each of her leg, one on the left, the other on the right. Supergirl’s eyes darted down the cable to see where it led. The steel rope that was tied to her ankles ran down past the front of he house and disappeared into the distance.
Just as she was reaching for them she heard Batgirl behind her.
“Now!!!” And suddenly the cable went tight.
Supergirl felt herself jerked by her ankles, her head went crashing back as the cable began reeling her in at incredible speed. She was pulled from the front, her skirt blown upward, her cape flapping behind her as the cable dragged her through the fields.
“aaarrrrggggnnnngggg” Supergirl felt the world rushing by her on both sides, her feet being pulled to some unknown destination. She turned her body, trying to grab on to anything to stop herself. But whatever was pulling her was powerful. Her fingers dug into the hard stone of the street, plowing up concrete with her claw marks as the cables didn’t even slow down a bit. And suddenly she felt her legs going up and outward.
“AAAAAAWWWWWW!!!” It would have easily split an ordinary person in two. Supergirl was upside down, her head just inches from the ground as her legs were being pulled to the left and right by two massive machines. The large cables tied to her ankles curled on large wheels inside the two powerful machines, still pulling without mercy. She felt the strain of the machines, pulling her in both directions, her legs split like a giant ‘Y’, her legs trembling as she tried to muster strength enough to tug against both machines, her legs aching, muscles burning. She felt herself in the middle of a twisted game of tug of war…but there was something else, something she had missed.
A third machine.
She heard the whirling and hum of hydraulics, the unmistakable sound of some other large machine nearby. Supergirl, still trying to keep her legs from being torn from her body, shifted her head on the dirty ground. She pulled back the material from her upturned skirt and looked upward between her outstretched legs. Rising high above her, was a large crane. She watched as the crane lifted a colossal missile like steel beam higher and higher, directly above her split legs. It was the size of an large phone pole, curved and smooth coming to a blunt point below, meant to shatter and pierce stone.
“Oh My God!!!” Her eyes grew wide at the site as the sudden chill ran down her spine. Supergirl felt a shot of fear for the first time as the elaborate trap struck her.
“No..nnngggg…got to move!” She twisted in the grips of the two cables, locking on her booted ankles; her face grimaced in pain as she tried to will her legs free from the pulling power of the motors. She felt the steel of the ropes through her boots, digging in her skin, her body trembling, using every bit of her strength, her thighs burning, constricting her muscles, when suddenly Supergirl looked up. It was too late; the pile driver fell towards the trapped heroine, cutting through the air, sparking on the metal guide that targeted it directly at the plump red strip of panty laced between Supergirl’s legs.
“BAMMMMM!!!!”
“AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGG……!” She screamed tears bursting from her tightly clinched eyes, her mouth wide with shock and terror as the solid impact of the tip struck down directly onto Supergirl’s soft vulnerable mound. Her tender lips crushed by the impact of the heavy metal cylinder, plowing into her sex and sending shock waves of pain throughout her body.
The hard steel pillion smashed so hard into her that it drove her head through the stone street below her, nailing her solidly into the brick work, cutting off her scream mid way. Supergirl’s heart was pounding so fast it almost seemed to leap from her chest, she tasted dirt, blanketed and blinded by darkness her trembling hands reached down between her legs where the two ton object felt as if it were truly splitting her in half. And then it was gone, lifted back up by the crane. Supergirl’s finger’s felt between her painfully sore legs; her panties had large tears and holes from the impact, her meat and trimmed pubic hair peeking through, her thighs burning, feeling as if they were being pulled from her hips by the constant pulling of the cables. Above the ground her chest heaving fast, almost in a panic as her worst fear seemed to be realized.
The towering steel hammer dropped again.
“BAMMMMMM!!!!!” The heroine’s skirt floated upward for a second by the sudden rush of displaced air. The second impact seemed to make her entire body shiver uncontrollably as Supergirl’s body was driven deeper into the pavement. The taunt cables holding her ankles exploded, ripping the powerful motors free of the machines in a shower of sparks and explosions. No one could hear Supergirl’s silent screams deep into the thick concrete, the feeling of thousands of tiny sharp needles ripping into her body leading outward from her clit. Her legs kicking madly she felt helpless and afraid for the first time ever. For all of her powers, for all of her might she couldn’t stop them.
Supergirl’s breathing became shallow, panicked as darkness and unconsciousness crept into her, her shoulders now firmly into the ground, her legs numb, going limp with the towering steel dildo bearing down on her.
Earth’s most powerful superheroine, the Princess of might, Supergirl had been rendered helpless. Her trademark blue and red costume sticking upward from the ground, her tiny skirt drooping downward with her once greatly guarded sex not only open and exposed but her thin satin panties ripped to shreds.
Supergirl awoke suddenly, coughing and gasping for air.
“cccouffggg..cccooffffg…aaahhhh….” Her lungs burning as dirt fell from her matted hair. She was on the ground, free of the crater, the large machine no longer driving down into her wide open legs. She wiped the wet tears from her eyes, smearing the dirt away from her cheeks. She looked up, there were several of the hooded villains standing over her, and to her left, standing with them was Batgirl.
“Bet you weren’t ready for that, Princess.” Batgirl teased.
“Batgirl…snap out of it.” Supergirl stared up at the cat suited heroine, trying to get past her approving smile of her on her knees. “What did they do to you?”
But Batgirl only stood above her, licking her lips like a predator ready to devour its prey. Her hands sliding up and down her well wrapped body.
One of the masked henchmen started towards Supergirl, a long length of rope in his hands.
“No, let go of me!” Supergirl shouted; her body still aching and stiff, her superpowers long gone. She wrestled feebly with the man but he easily turned her over on her stomach and pressed her hands behind her back. He started to wrap rope over her wrist but stopped suddenly.
“That won’t be necessary.” Batgirl said as she kneeled behind Supergirl, taking her hands from the man and pinning the once powerful superheroine easily. “She’s not even worth it.”
“You bitch!” Embarrassment and humiliation covered Supergirl as she knew Batgirl was right. She was as weak as a kitten, her powers were gone, and her body felt so heavy she didn’t even know if she could stand.
“Oh, what a perfectly round ass.” Supergirl heard her say behind her as she felt Batgirl’s hand pinning her in the small of her back and her skirt being lifted from behind. Batgirl pressed on her back harder, forcing Supergirl to lift her ass higher in the air. The red satin panties still clung tight to her ass, but between her legs the thin material dangled in pieces, holes large and small between the seams showed her naked sex.
“Nnggggg….Batgirl, what the hell is wrong with you? Don’t touch me there! Stop!!” She felt long fingernails though the silken gloves of Batgirl raking her mound, slipping inside the holes and fondling her sore clit.
“God do you know how much I’ve wanted to do this? Every since you hugged me upstairs, you were so close I could barely keep myself from showing.” Batgirl said stoking her.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Supergirl cried, she felt Batgirl positioning behind her, pushing her hips up against Supergirl’s upturned ass. Supergirl felt something completely strange now, the smooth tight material of Batgirl’s costume, but something inside it…something pushing from within, poking hard against her.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Supergirl struggled as best she could. She looked back behind her, unsure of what Batgirl was doing. She felt the caped crusader rubbing against her exposed pussy, pushing the hard thing inside her suit against Supergirl’s clit. She could feel the soft smooth costume pushing just inside her lips.
“No, don’t do this.” Supergirl whimpered.
“Mmmmm Supergirl, I’m going to really enjoy this.” Batgirl said fondly, she pulled a knife from her belt and Supergirl could hear the tearing sound of some threads being cut. Her heart pounded as she looked back.
“What!??” Supergirl looked back in shock. She saw Batgirl, clad in the familiar tight costume with the blazing yellow bat across her breast, but what her eyes fell towards was the thing between her legs…..coming from a small cut opening in the bat suit, between her legs was a hard stiff cock that she stroked.
“NNoo…” Supergirl whimpered, not knowing what to think, what to do. “Batgirl, No!!!” she tried to crawl away but the henchmen pinned her, forcing her into a submissive position.
Supergirl’s mind raced as she felt it slipping past the large holes in her panties, warm and throbbing against the outside of her split. It wasn’t plastic or hard rubber….it was a real man’s dick. Hard and dripping, she slid it inside Supergirl.
“OOOhhhhh….OOOOOHHHHHH….” Supergirl moaned as the cock slid inside her dry, the pain from her sore pussy making her grimace more than the large penis pushing past her tenderness and deep inside.
“MMmmmggggg…nnoohhhhhh…..” Supergirl cried, her heart racing as an overwhelming feeling of erotica overcame her. She pictured herself, slumped over, skirt up and being fucked by the caped crusader by her pumping cock.
“OOOhhh…mmmm.” Batgirl moaned breathing heavily. “Damn you’re tight.” She grinded her teeth, taking hold of Supergirl’s hips and pulling her in again. “Mmmmm….that’s it, open up for me Supergirl.” She thruster the cock in deeper, her fingers reaching around the weak heroine, stroking the front of her clit, raking her nails along Supergirl’s sex, opening her up wider with her fingers.
“OOhhhh..ooOOHhhhhhh……mmmmnnnnooo…please…” Supergirl moaned part in pain, part in pleasure. She feebly pushed against Her clit was now slick and wet, allowing Batgirl to slip in and out of her faster.
“No…no…” Supergirl cried, feeling ashamed at her rising feelings, the hot and tingling excitement pulsating through her body from between her legs. She wanted to resist, wanted to stop this shameful activity but feelings of passion was rising inside of her, somewhere deep she was enjoying it and she hated herself for it. It was unnatural, it wasn’t right but she couldn’t restrain her juices from pouring from her gushing pussy.
“Cant….cant…..” was all she could say. The thought of them changing Batgirl into…into some type of freak was overwhelming…would they do the same to her? The thought of such a thing sent shivers of fear through her. How could she stop them?
She pictured herself being captured by a villain in front of town hall, reporters, police, the Mayor, all accounted for, ready to witness her unveiling. A small group of delighted villains leading her out, bound and helpless as they happily lift her skirt to show the world what they had done to her, her private shame. Tears streamed from her eyes at the thought of her on display with some disgustingly hard organ attached to her, pushing against her silken panties, unable to hide, stretching he fabric so far that the smallish panties tented away from the rest of her. Flash bulbs exploding around her, the crowd of once admirers pointing and staring at the spectacle she had become. Other superheroines stood behind the crowd, giggling with glee that the number one heroine had been beaten and destroyed. In her dream, that bitch Wonderwoman stepped up to the stage, her golden lasso in her hand she tied it around Supergirl and looped it around the thing in her panties.
“She must tell the truth now.” The Amazon laughed. “Who is the mightiest woman in the world?”
Supergirl wanted to say she was…she wanted to…but she couldn’t…she actually felt the thing pulsing between her legs.
“I think this is really Super – Man!” the crowd laughed as the dream faded away.

The mighty Supergirl wept openly, her body jerking and moving with the rhythm as Batgirl pounded her. She couldn’t bear the thought, until she looked up and saw the dark figures standing over her.
The masked henchmen watched intensely, between them they held a girl with short dark hair, wearing only a satin blue bra and high waist bikini panties. She was barefoot, her wrist bound behind her back and a large red ball gagged filled her mouth. She was blindfold, stripped of her costume, but Supergirl immediately recognized her.
“B…Barbara?” Supergirl’s mouth fell open as the blind fold was removed from the girl.
“Mmmmfffff!!!! Supppergirrlll!!!” Barbara Gordon fought through the hard rubber ball between her lips, struggling to break free of the two men. She could hardly believe her eyes, Ale; the creep who had captured her was fucking the most powerful superheroine on earth…in her costume.
“Aallee, uuuffuuukkkgggcreeppp!”
“Ale?” Supergirl said turning from Barbara to Batgirl behind her.
“Don’t fucking move, Supergirl.” He pulled a device from his throat and his voice changed to a low manly tone. He pushed the weak Supergirl back down, still pushing his cock deep inside of her. His hands took hold of her torn panties and ripped them open, leaving he leg band to flop down around Supergirl’s thigh.
“I’m,” he slammed his cock hard between her slick lips,
“OOhhhhhh!!!”
“not done,”
She moaned heavily as he filled her, pushing painfully deep, the unmistakable feeling of Batgirl’s costume rubbing sensuously against her.
“with you …..
yet.”
Supergirl’s hair stood on ends; she had been utterly tricked and taken in by the imposter. She clinched her fist, her nails digging into her hands, hating how big of a fool she felt. She gasped as the villain pulled her back by her hair, forcing her backwards into his throbbing cock, stiffening with every stroke, he explode inside her.
“No…no…..no…..”
His member pulsed inside of her, shooting his sticky seed deep in her body, he pulled himself free of her, his spunk oozing and dripping in big globs from Supergirl’s clit as he did. Supergirl looked up at the captured Batgirl who turned away, unable to face her friend.
“Get her to the house and call him.” Ale wiped his cock on her ass, finished with the Princess of Power. “its time to collect.”
Both Supergirl and Batgirl were brought back to the large mansion. They were taken into garden room where several sheets of ply wood and tools lay scattered. In the middle of the room was a circular seat. The men sat Batgirl on one half of the seat and turned to Supergirl.
Ale removed his mask finally, staring at Supergirl with his icy blue eyes, she stared back.
“Get the costume.” He ordered.
Supergirl gasped as she was grabbed; all around her they began stripping the costume from her.
“Get away from me, let go!!”
The cape was pulled from behind. Hands all over her body wrestled with her, pulling and tugging at the powder blue top, peeling it from shapely form. Unlike Batgirl, Supergirl wore nothing underneath, as the satin top was pulled off her large breast bounced free, her pink nipples hard and erect. Several of the crowding men groped her, she tried to fight them off and the others as well, but it was useless. The fiends undid her boots, sliding them off her feet; they pulled her belt free and finally held her down as her skirt was pulled free. The heavy breathing perverts ripped the last of her panties away as well.
Supergirl sat on the cold floor, her hands trying to cover her naked breast and legs wrapped tightly to conceal her nudity.
“What are you going to do with us?” She asked bitter.
“Tie her up.” Ale ordered and Supergirl was grabbed roughly and placed back to back with the already bound Batgirl.
Supergirl struggled, her naked body glistening in the light as her large breast bound and bounced to the delight of the men.
“Someone has a great interest in you. A fancy for superheroines.” He smiled unzipping Batgirl’s costume as Supergirl’s wrists were tightly bound behind her.
“Oh I love that color, hahaha.” One of the goons laughed as he wrapped rope around her ankles, admiring her painted toes.
“You bastards!” Supergirl struggled but she was too weak, the evening events had left her totally exhausted. Batgirl wiggled behind her, trying to loosen the ropes, but the henchmen were professionals in tying heroines. They looped rope around both of the women, pulling it up under both Supergirl’s naked breast and Batgirl’s satin bra. The last of the rope was tied off and the girls found themselves tied together firmly to the circular bench.
“Oh I see you have them!” A voice entered the room and both women were shocked to see Princess Monaco and the police woman Supergirl had met earlier.
“YYooouufbbbbiicccchhh.” Batgirl struggled, her blood boiling in rage.
“It was all a set up!” Supergirl said aloud.
“They are so slow.” Monaco laughed in her deep European accent. Both heroines looked at each other and then back at her with hatred.
She turned to the two bound heroines. “My brother is having his twenty-first birthday in two days.” She looked over Batgirl, lifting her chin with her finger as if inspecting a prize piece of livestock.
“And I wanted to give him something special.” She moved over to Supergirl, taking her naked breast in her hand. “Something that he will have fond memories of after his twenty first birthday….very nice”
Supergirl turned away in disgust.
“Two exotic superheroines…for him to play with how ever he pleases.”
“You’ll never get away with this!”
“Gag her.”
A similar ball gag like the one used on Batgirl was forced into Supergirl’s mouth under protest.
“I already have.” Monaco smiled as a large hallow statue was brought in and placed around the heroines.
“Do you see it now? You will be smuggled into my country as, what else, art!” She looked pleased with herself. “And who would ever stop a container being personally escorted by Supergirl.
“MMmmfffffffff!!!!” Supergirl screamed as Ale had now donned her costume. Her skirt, her tight fitted top wrapped around fake breast as large as hers. His make up a perfect match, he had assumed her completely.
“Yourrrffmmmmmaddddd”
Ale smiled, taking two long purple dildos things from a case.
“Lovely costume you have, Supergirl.” He smoothed himself in it as Supergirl’s lip curled in revulsion. She couldn’t stand the thought of his dirty male piece under her skirt.
He approached the wide eyed heroine, taking the first smooth plastic cock in hand.
“MMMffffff!!!” Supergirl squirmed as she reached between her soft thighs and slid the hard item inside her. Immediately the Princess of power began to squirm, her juices flowing again.
“There’s enough drugs in these to keep you two grinding the whole trip.” He smiled as he came to the now struggling Batgirl. Her eyes fixated on Supergirl’s bobbing head and sudden sweaty body. She pulled away, trying to avoid the same fate, but the villain slipped the second cock past her panties and deep into Batgirl. Her panties turned against her, pushing and keeping the cock pressed tightly in her.
“When they arrive, they’ll be begging for him to fuck them.”
“Blindfolds.” He ordered and both stirring heroines were placed in darkness, their naked bodies fluttering. “It’s time to send our girls to their new home.
Both superheroine’s heart raced, struggling against each other’s back as the slow sound of stone encircled them. They could feel the darkness creep on their skin as the statue closed with them inside, helpless…waiting for the lust of a young ruler.

-End