Author: khermage

Story Title: Batgirl/Supergirl - Yacht to enjoy

Standard disclaimer - Batgirl and Supergirl belong to their trademark owners.  Ideas presented in this story are mine.  Extrapolate as needed.  This story is free to read for anyone who is mature enough to handle it.  Don't distribute to minors.  Leave this disclaimer with the story.

Now for the story.

      Batgirl looked over the missing person's report with disgust.  'Over a dozen young women have been kidnapped in the past year, all in isolated areas, and there have been no clues found?  Either the police are incompetent, or the kidnappers are professionals.'  As she had gone over a couple of the scenes, it had to be the latter.  'I need to figure out what is going on, but I would like to have some backup as well.  Pity Batman is busy chasing Joker again; he may be chauvinistic, but he would be able to think of a few options.  Punisher is definitely out, I want to bring back suspects, not corpses.'

      "Hey Bat, whatcha doing"

      Batgirl nearly jumped in fright at the voice next to her, then relaxed.  Supergirl and her had cooperated a few times in the past to bring in criminals, and they had steadily cut down on the 'smaller problems', as Batman had referred to them.  Not without a few 'scuffles' of their own, but they had managed to get the bad guys, and girls, at the end.  Batgirl had brought back a few 'trophies' as well, from the more memorable villains.  They knew each other's identities, and had even crashed at each other's place every now and then, but weren't lovers.  Batgirl preferred ribbed latex for her dildos, while Supergirl preferred molding old railroad tracks into an appropriate shape.  Geologists were literally able to tell when and where Supergirl had her orgasms.

      "Looking over the missing persons' report.  There have been over a dozen young women kidnapped in this area, and nobody has a clue what is going on.  I was trying to find someone for-," Batgirl's voice trailed off, looking at the blonde in front of her.  "I was thinking I could use some backup, for when I act as bait."

      "You want to be bait for these guys?  No offense, but you might be roughed up.  I on the other hand," Supergirl trailed off with an impish grin on her face, hinting that if the bad guys tried to knock her out, she could take the blow a lot better.

      "True, but you don't need to have line of sight to watch over me.  I on the other hand, will have to move constantly to keep an eye on the situation, quite likely giving myself away."

      "You're sure about this?"

      "I am.  Those young women need to be rescued, and nobody else is doing anything about it."

      The next night Batgirl began her 'prowl', in a tight pink sweater and jeans, completely covered from neck to wrists to ankles, but anyone who looked at her could see what her body was like.  Supergirl stayed in a nearby building, using her X-ray vision to keep track of Batgirl, making sure nobody grabbed her in the process.  She could even hear the various comments from the guys nearby as they watched Batgirl walk across the street, and the slaps when their girlfriends expressed their own opinion.

      Batgirl head to be careful with her walking as well.  Eyes on her ass and tits were appreciated, but fending off drunk frat boys got old after the first night.  She felt exposed walking like this, without any of her gadgets scattered about her body.  The outfits were designed to show off her body, so though she wanted to get attention from the kidnappers, she was getting extra attention fro everyone elsewho walked along.  Several guys tried to get her number, and gave her theirs.  Several women also offered her their number, one offering to slip it in her cleavage, in exchange for a quickie in the bathroom.  Some numbers she kept, most were tossed.

      Across the street, two more sets of eyes watched, their reading glasses actually serving as a low-level pair of binoculars.

      "What do you think?"

      "She'd be perfect, good legs, bod, tits, face, hell, there's nothing wrong."

      "Yeah, just look at the way she walks too, wait."

      "What?"

      "Look at her walking.  Those legs are moving like an acrobat, not like your typical babe.  There, she didn't stumble!"

      "I see.  Most people would have turned an ankle there, but she adjusted almost as her foot touched there.  You thinking what I'm thinking?"

      "Superheroine type?"

      "Yup."

      "We'll need the all in one package then."

      "That much?"

      "Last month a bank job crew planned for Huntress, Canary, Batgirl, and Punisher all at once.  Heat vision can be real nasty when you've got nose rings.  They told Supergirl everything she wanted to know."

      "I thought she didn't hurt people?"

      "She didn't.  But she warmed it up, and the guys began talking.  We had to move three safe houses because of him."

      "Ouch.  I'll call the boss and set up the order."

      "Good.  Maybe we'll get a bonus."

      "In this economy, with the current market, yeah right."

      The two continued joking about the economy, while planning their real trap.

      Batgirl sighed in frustration, as she walked across the campus for her second week.  She had been proposed over a dozen times, per day, for sex, and she had had to turn them all down.  Supergirl and her had been watching the campus in their off time, and walking across the campus, all to no avail.  Even worse was that there had been a few robberies recently, and she had not been able to get there to stop them.  Supergirl had offered to deal with the robberies, but Batgirl had declined, as the thefts had been small, while her hunch was likely to lead to a multi-million dollar empire.  The police had been able to catch several of the crooks, so her absence was not noticed as much.

      Still, it was frustrating for her to be just waiting for the bad guys to strike, in this location, and not be able to move when she got tired.  She had to keep the same path going, so the kidnappers would have a predictable route to use.

      It was almost too fast when it happened.

      She had been walking near the road when one of the delivery trucks suddenly had a concealed door along the side open up.  Four men jumped out and grabbed her, forcing her inside.  She was slammed into the far wall, and suddenly tear gas was sprayed into her face, causing her to choke and cough.  She tried to wriggle one arm free, but the men had pinned her down quite well.  She felt a wet sensation across one arm, and that hand began to go numb.  These guys weren't wasting any time in waiting for chloroform or other knockout gasses to work, then had used a chemical patch to deliver the sedative.

      Her last view before she passed out was a green glow.

      'Kryptonite?  Then this is a trap, not just for me, but-'

      Her head rolled to the side, as she passed out; even knowing that Kara was about to be captured as well.

      Kara saw the van briefly pause and the four men get out.  A quick grab, and the cords on their backs retracted, pulling them in the van quickly, and the door slammed shut immediately after.  She paused for a moment, seeing the efficiency of the team, then sprung into action.  Scanning the interior of the truck for skeletons, she saw nine bodies inside, one on the floor, and the other eight beginning to molest her.

      Deciding not to wait, she flew into the air, slammed into the truck, and recoiled in pain.

      The team felt the brief impact, and saw the red and blue form fly in, then collapse in pain.  The interior of the truck was lined with Kryptonite, and the team grabbed the larger chunks from the corners.  Shoving them in Supergirl's face, they began the process of knocking her down.  Red lights also popped on, to help them see, and to cause a further drain on her powers.

      Kara raised her arms to ward off the Kryptonite, but the sudden change was too much.  "Get away, No," she cried, as four larger rocks were shoved in her face, and she recoiled from them.  She briefly recognized that they were keeping her from flying away, and tried to dive to the side.  Knocking two of the men to the side, she gained a few seconds of safety, but the other two jumped on top of her, and she felt the Kryptonite against her back.

      "No, I have to-" her voice was cut off by another piece of Kryptonite being shoved in her mouth, but this was Kryptonite suspended in a sticky gel, so she couldn't spit it out, and it continued to burn.

      "Mmmmmmppphhhhh!" She tried to yell, trying to get the stuff out of her mouth, even as the men grabbed her cape to carry her safely.

      Tying her cape to the top of the truck, Supergirl only had a moment of warning before a six-inch thick sheet of metal slammed into her.  The metal was a high-strength material, and she began straining to push it out of the way, to get free, to breathe!

      Two of the men looked over at the hole, and grabbed spare panels from inside.  Removing the damaged panels from the side, they installed new ones in their place, and hooked up the electronics.  The walls were actually giant LCD screens, and allowed the spare panels to replace any of the damaged ones.

      This team did not come cheap, and the two men who had tipped them off had earned a sizeable finder's fee for this mission.

      The other six men grabbed Batgirl and placed her body in a frame, wrapping her body around Supergirl's head.  Supergirl realized that if she tried to use her heat vision, Batgirl would pay the price.  Nevertheless, she was still in pain from the Kryptonite in her mouth, and she slowly passed out from a lack of air, and pain.

      Several hours later, Batgirl began to awaken.  She felt cool air on her skin, and realized that she had been stripped naked.  She also felt that she was in a spread eagle position, which meant worse was to come.  If villains raped you immediately, that was a good thing.  If villains tied you up, it meant they had worse plans in mind for you, and those plans were best off not experienced.  She wiggled her nose, and could tell that even her mask had been removed.

      A door to the side opened, and two of the men came in, looking her over.

      "Not bad, not bad at all."

      "That's for sure.  Good muscles and good body, very nice indeed."

      "Who do you suppose she is?"

      "No idea.  Her prints didn't come up on the critical list, so nobody really important."

      Batgirl nearly sighed in relief at the comment.  'They don't know who I am, and they don't care.  That means Dad will not have to know his little girl is kidnapped, and is really Batgirl.  Still, how powerful are people on the critical list?'

      "Still, she would be fun to play with."

      "Skip it.  They want her intact, but did give instructions."

      "What instructions?"

      "Inject her with this, and allow it to work."  He held out a syringe full of some purple liquid, and had a rubber hose in the other hand.

      "Clean the area will you, they definitely don't want her infected."

      The guy without the syringe began washing the skin along her right arm carefully, and Batgirl began to struggle in her bonds.

      "Hey babe, hold still.  This is stuff that will not hurt you; heck, we've been injected with similar stuff."

      "What do you mean, 'similar stuff'?"

      "We have two flavors of this stuff, one for guys, and one for girls.  It beefs up your immune system, helps your body repair itself faster, the works.  Of course, you will have a higher metabolism, but it means you can have more snacks and less gym needed."

      "Oh sure.  A miracle in a syringe, right."

      "Well, they do cost a bit each, but the buyer for you insisted.  He's paying, so we're injecting.  Now hold still or we'll knock you out, and then inject you.  That'll give you a headache afterwards, and it will last longer due to the chemicals in here trying to fix the injury."

      Batgirl sighed in frustration, and he smiled, "There, now this will only hurt a bit, and then we'll get you some food, okay?"

      The other guy wrapped the hose around her right arm, and lowered it carefully.  He lined the needle up with the vein, and injected the contents.  After the contents were injected, she was tied back up again.  As the two began to leave, Batgirl asked, "Hey, how about letting me down from here?"

      The two men turned around, "Sorry, no can do.  You are there due to your partner, so just relax, okay?  As long as your partner doesn't do anything stupid, nothing will happen."

      'Kara, what are they doing to you!'

      Supergirl woke up in the next room as well, and saw red.  Red lights kept the room lit, but slowly sapped her strength.  Looking up at her arms, she saw foot thick metal bands wrapped around her arms, which had been bent at the elbows.  'Makes sense, if I sweat enough, I might be able to slide my arms directly out.  The bend makes that impossible.'  Testing her legs, she felt they were in the same situation as well.  She also felt something else, or rather, didn't feel it.

      'Where the hell are my clothes?'  Her clothes had to be almost as super as her in order to survive the fights she would have, but these people managed to get them off!

      A screen in front of her flashed on, and she could see words form

      DO NOT MOVE YOUR ARMS AND LEGS

      The screen then changed to show a picture of Batgirl hanging there in a similar spread eagle as her, just with normal manacles rather than the industrial grade versions she was wearing.

      The screen changed to a schematic drawing, showing the manacles Batgirl was wearing were linked to the ones she had on.  'So that's the deal.  If I try to pull my arms down, Batgirl gets torn limb from limb.   These manacles are too strong for me to rapid-pull, so that's out also.  Heat vision?'  Suiting thoughts to action, she turned and began heating up the metal.

      'Come on, come on.'

      A person then talked over the screen to her, "Sorry, but those alloys are very high heat capacity, and you missed the hoses running to the manacles.  The metal will take a lot of heat to melt, and the coolant will take away most of the heat.  Still," glancing to some numbers, "you should be able to melt it in one week at this rate.

      "The question is, what will happen to you in that week."

      Supergirl felt a draft on her pussy, and saw a thick steel shaft heading up to her pussy.  It stopped on contact, and began to vibrate slowly.  Another draft behind her head, and a helmet was hooked in place.  She began to hear moans from the helmet's speakers, and messages telling her to relax and enjoy.

      The dildo was not penetrating her, just rubbing gently, slowly working her up.  She couldn't wiggle her arms too much, as she was afraid of pulling apart Batgirl, while her mind was being distracted by the stimulation, and the voices telling her to submit.

      Kara knew that it was only a matter of time before her mind broke under the twin assaults, but she would not break easily.

      In the control room, two men monitored the readings.

      "Looks like she is trying to conserve energy, and those brainwaves mean she is resisting the helmet."

      "Not by much though, she dipped there for a moment."

      "True, but we'd better call the guy for delivery.  The longer she is here, the more likely one of the others will come sniffing around.  This time we won't have advance warning."

      "I'll make the call."

      Several hours later, Kara was a mess.  Her pussy was starting to rub against the large dildo below, and it had actually moved away from her on a couple occasions, keeping her libido fired up, but not giving any release.  "Ooohhh, yes, just a little moooorreeeee," begged Kara, wanting an orgasm at this point.

      But the machines steadily kept at her, trying to break her down, and succeeding a little bit at a time.  The restraints had even been locked away from Batgirl, as Kara was obviously not able to concentrate well enough, and they wanted their fee for Batgirl.

      A screen popped in front of her, and images began to slowly go across the screen.  Various porn movies, where the women submitted to any guy she came across, where she was to submit and accept what was given her, and where the girl begged to be fucked longer and harder.  A thin line under her nose began to release a smell, of sperm and women that had orgasmed.  Whenever she closed her eyes, she was being hit with the scents of lust, and opening her eyes just fed more images and commands to her brain.

      Batgirl awoke after several hours, and saw she was in a simple bedroom.  Breathing in, she discovered a padded metal band around her waist, tying her to one spot on the floor.  The bed she had been sleeping in was comfortable, and she rubbed her wrists, checking for the usual chafing from manacles.  Feeling smooth skin, she glanced down.

      Her wrists and ankles were intact!  There was no chafed skin, no abrasions, nothing.  'Good stuff in that syringe.'

      A door opening along one side caused her to twitch in an automatic reaction.

      "See, I told you she was dangerous.  Any of us would have been the same way."

      "Damn.  Looks like I owe you one."

      Batgirl turned to face the two men, trying to identify them, but failed.  Either they were brand new, or they had been able to stay off the radar of Interpol.  Given the facility she was in, and their ability to capture Kara, that meant they were good.

      "What do you want?"

      "Well, the guy you're being sold to wants us to explain a few things about your to-be job."

      "At a rough guess it involves me being used in some very rough sex, right?"

      "Potentially, he just mainly wants to have women that can handle a bit of sex without being too badly torn up after.  Buying new women cuts into the profits, but spending a few grand to keep them healthy and safe is a very good investment."

      "Any details on where my job will be?"

      "On his yacht, he likes to entertain."

      Suddenly a third man reached around Batgirl and placed a chloroform rag over her mouth.  Feeling the fumes start to take her over, she began struggling, but he lifted her off the floor, and used her lack of leverage to hold her there until she passed out again.

      Kara's head swam from the thoughts going through her.  The screen had started showing images of women in various bondage devices, held against their will, but made to orgasm repeatedly.  The speakers had subtly changed as well, telling her that she would only find pleasure in bondage.

      There was a bit of drool hanging out of her mouth, but her breathing was still rapid, and she was licking her lips, in anticipation or lust.  A second dildo had teased her ass, and she had thrust back against it, hoping to be penetrated.

      She was barely aware of the high-strength anesthetic being pumped into the room, but she slowly passed out.

      "Well, we have a deal?"

      "We do indeed, one very attractive young woman, with injection, and one Supergirl, for the money promised."

      The two men shook hands, and two coffins were transferred over to the yacht.

      One man left to rejoin his team and celebrate, the other left to organize the scuba party that he had planned.

      Batgirl slowly woke up, in a hammock, and looked around.  There were a couple dozen young women in the room with her, sleeping, or just lying there.  All had their ankles cuffed to the pole their bed was hanging from, several looked like they were bored, others looked like they just wanted to get fucked, and the other dozen looked like they would rather be somewhere else, wiggling to get away.

      'Ah, the missing women,' Batgirl thought.

      One of the crew came in, with alarge bag full of small items, and Batgirl worried about that.  Being naked and tied up at her apartment was fun, being naked and tied up with Catwoman meant sexual bondage and semi-forced orgasms, bu being naked and tied up in a strange location with a fairly professional group meant things were about to get too interesting.

      Going around to woman that looked uncofortable, he reached to their pelvis, to a series of muffled complaints from each.  Something was put near their crotch, and then he added a set of ear plugs to them.  Within a minute of the items being added, Batgirl began watching them start to wiggle around, rubbing their crotch against the hammock.

      Coming around to Batgirl, she felt a pair of flat pieces of metal attached near her clit, and some sort of box taped to her back.  The earphones were taped in place as well, and Batgirl began to receive the same instructions, that her body was to be enjoyed by others, that she was to submit, and that she wanted to be used.  She also felt a small current go through her clit, keeping it at a low level of stimulation.  She had done electrical play before, and had it done to her several dozen times, she she knew she would last longer.  But she was getting horny from it all the same, and the instructions in her ears  were giving her new plans for her life.

      Even as the lust began to overtake her brain, Batgirl wondered, 'Where's Kara?'

      In the engine room, Kara was being hooked up to a rather unusual stationary bike.  The pedals were tempered steel, and were hooked to large shafts.  An engineer would be able to look over the engine room and see that the shafts eventually led to an electric generator.  The generator was hooked to the electrical engines, and several large batteries.  Kara felt the hands on her body, and began to wriggle against them, hoping one of them would give her an orgasm, or she could give him one.

      Unfortunately, they were able to settle her into place, and snapped the metal clamps around her waist, holding her pussy in place.  Another set of restraints were applied to her shoulders, wrists, and ankles, the shoulders and wrists held still, and the ankles attached to the pedals.

      A dildo was slowly inserted into her pussy, and she began rubbing her crotch against it, trying for more sensation.

      The Chief engineer tapped her on the cheek a couple times, and when she focused on him, he explained, "Pedal, and the dildo goes faster.  Don't pedal, and the dildo goes slower.  Got it?"

      Kara just nodded, and began to slowly pedal.  It was a bit difficult at first, but as she managed to force the generators to provide power, the dildo began to slowly spin inside her.  She pedaled faster, and soon she was screaming her release in orgasm.

      The dildo retracted, and she moaned in sadness.  he Chief Engineer told her, "Relax, I was making sure you understood the process.  Now get some sleep, you've got a long day ahead of you tomorrow.  I'll get you your dinner."

      He returned with a face mask with a dildo in it, and fastened it to Kara's mouth.  The dildo felt realistic, and when she licked and sucked on it, a protein mixture would come out.  She slowly began to feed, and the process reinforced the earlier training.

      Earl Jameson the 5th smiled.  He had managed to set up this pleasure yacht for his own fun, and had managed to turn quite a nice profit on it as well.  He did have to buy fresh girls as the existing ones simply mentally snapped, but the turnover was far lower than for similar operations.  "Silly amateurs, people pay for quality, not quantity."

      With the new 'engine system' running, his fuel bills would drop, and the crew would be able to amuse themselves as well.  Even better, that Supergirl was a looker, so once she was sufficiently weakened, her mind would have already been converted, and he would have a new deck girl for when she lost most of her super strength.

      Looking down, he saw the new crowd of guests on his ship.  Paying to get onboard was not enough; his salesmen selected the guests as well, for a sufficient amount of privacy, courtesy, and wealth.  He did not want common people on his ship; he wanted quality people who would pay for a quality fuck toy.  Several people had been experts in their field, and Jameson had learned from the pillow talk they did to his girls, making a tidy sum off the knowledge.

      Still, the scuba trip later today should be fun.  He looked forward to trying out the other new girl.

      Batgirl heard the thump of feet along the deck above, and brought her mind back to the room.  She had been lying there in electrically induced lust, trying to rub her crotch against something to either remove the electrodes on her clit, or against the hammock to have an orgasm.  But the pad against her pussy kept either from happening, even as the headphones whispered more words of lust in her ears.

      Looking over at the door, she saw one man walked in, and began selecting several of the girls.  Batgirl noticed that he was selecting the ones who looked bored with the room, not the ones who looked frightened.  He ushered the women over to the shower, and watched to make sure they cleaned themselves all over.  When they were finished, he handed them a set of bikinis to wear, then led them up to the top.

      Batgirl could imagine the situation immediately.  The women had become used to the sex, or the 'indoctrination video' had been very effective.  They were led to the top where they would entertain the guests in public.  The girls still down here were the ones who were still being programmed.  Glancing atone woman near her, Batgirl could see the woman puckering her lips out, trying to suck an invisible cock.  Her hips were slowly rotating, as though trying to feel a dick inside her, and Batgirl could see a few others also starting to make the same maneuvers.  Her own experiences with bondage and forced orgasms, with a variety of implements, positions, and partners had given her a little experience in this matter, but she began to slowly rotate her hips as well.  Part of the motivation was that it was a form of disguise, letting them think she was controlled.  The other part was her submissive side, letting itself out to show others that she enjoyed being taken over and over.

      As she arched her lips, she began to remember all the guys she had been forced to service like this, and the times when she would have a boyfriend and would suck him off first to avoid pregnancy, then fuck him all night long until she was satisfied.  The next morning, she would suck him off again, then sex in the bed and a healthy groping in the shower, and she would leave.  It kept her appetite satisfied when she wanted someone else, and she hadn't gotten captured by a criminal recently.

      An hour after the last guest came on board, Earl Jameson nodded to the ship's Captain, indicating he wanted to get under way.  The captain knew the moods of his boss well, and had already been setting up the orders when Earl Jameson came on the bridge.

      A brief order to the engine room, and soon the propellers began to turn, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

      Kara felt wonderful.  She was pedaling, and the dildo was rubbing inside her pussy.  She felt some suction on her breasts, as apparently a set of breast pumps had been added.  Whenever she pedaled too fast for the battery and engines to use, it would start sucking on her tits.  All she had to do was relax her mind and pedal, while the engine crew took the opportunity to grope her body.  The dildo inside her pussy began to glow, along with the feeding tube in her mouth.  The artificial sunlight began to heal her slowly, and the pleasant sensations encouraged Kara to try to take them deeper inside her.

      Working her tongue over the dildo in her mouth, she was rewarded with a bit more light, along with a thick liquid being pumped into her mouth.  Feeling the relief, she kept working her tongue over the fake dildo, doing her best to keep the liquid being pumped in her mouth, along with the sunlight which made her feel better.

      Drinking some more protein shake, she floated off into orgasm, her legs propelling the ship, and herself.

      After several hours waiting, Batgirl saw the door open again.  Rising from her haze of lust, she saw that this time, three guards came in, and began to escort one girl at a time through the shower, and then out the door.  'All right, this doesn't look too nice.  I'd better be ready.'

      When the guard came for her, he was tapped on the shoulder.  Taking a metal rod from along his leg, the guard began to rub it along her pussy.  'Oh god!'  Batgirl tensed, feeling the dildo rubbing over her sensitive lips, and completely distracting her from even thinking about fighting the three men.

      They carried her over to the showers and began to clean her body.  Tying her hands over her head, they turned on the shower so it was a hit light steam.  The heat caused her to relax in the shower, while the light droplets tickled down her body, keeping her on the edge of an orgasm.  They haad to tie her in place, as even though the three guards had been serviced before coming down, watching the water drip down Batgirl's body was extremely tempting.  The fact that her arms were tied over her head, leaving her body exposed and vulnerable to anyone who wanted to use her made for a very impressive visual.  Listening to her moans of lust would have tempted anyone else to jump in the shower, and use Batgirl for their pleasure, even as her legs wrapped around them and Batgirl used the guy for satisfying her lust.

      After five minutes of cleaning, which was far too short for Batgirl to have an orgasm, they took her down, and began leading her up to the main deck.

      Earl Jameson looked over the scuba racks.  He had managed to get a scuba company to design a secondary rig on the scuba systems that allowed two people to fit into one harness.  He had then hired a bondage company to design restraints into the scuba harness, so the person in front could be tied to the person behind.

      The result was that the person in front was the entertainment for the one behind.  This had been a very popular modification among his clients, and he had enjoyed the uses as well.

      He watched one side, as they led the latest catch into the frame.

      'Nice redhead,' he thought.

      On the way up the steps, Batgirl managed to beat her lust down to a level that she could handle, rather than the overwhelming monster that threatened to make her kneel in front of every guy present on the boat, and beg to suck their cock.

      The other girls with her couldn't though, and she saw them lunging towards the nearest guy, almost crying in their eagerness to get fucked.  She was like that on the inside, but the arms holding her indicated she had a special purpose in mind.  The guys standing on deck were enjoying the effects of the programming and obvious genetic alterations to the other girls on deck, and the girls were returning the favor.  One guy she passed was having his cock rubbed right in front of her, while a second girl was rubbing her breasts along his chest, her nipples perky from the lust.  Other women were posed similarly, paying lots of attention to the guys, even as they were slowly separated out.

      The party group was led further aft, where a lowerable scuba deck was set up.  Only some of the guys were taking part, and she saw them wearing a very unusual scuba harness.  Each of them was having a woman led in front of him, and looking at the frames it was obvious that it would be one woman per.

      Batgirl saw the frame ahead of her, and began piecing how it worked together.  Her mind was able figure out the basics even in her current state, and she began to wiggle some more, as she really didn't want to be the one in that frame.  But she did not have a choice, and began to struggle.  The men with her just tightened their grip, and began strapping her in.  Her ankles were tied to the floor, and she began to wait.  The deck she was on could be lowered into the water, and she did not want to be lowered too far while tied to it.

      As the crowds began to gather on the lower deck, Earl Jameson looked over them.  A few had their girls in bikinis, and had selected modified face masks that allowed the girls to breathe through their nose, but left their mouth free for blow jobs.  The others were single, as they had chosen the 'scuba cuties' option.  Several were smiling, and Earl Jameson scowled mentally.  'They are getting used to this treatment, and expecting it as their right.'

      Still, he had to be polite to them for today, but they were definitely off the list for the next trip.

      He put on his harness, and waited for the stewards to slowly strap all the girls in.

      Batgirl felt herself backed up against one of the men, and felt the straps being put into place.  Her wrists were tied to the scuba suit he was wearing, and a belt around her waist kept her ass up against him.  She could feel his dick hardening in response to her body, and one of his hands reached around to cup a breast.  She turned around to look at him, and he took the opportunity to put a rebreather in her mouth.  A trmbling lip caused it to drop out, and he just smiled.  Putting the breather back in place, he added a fake dildo to it, and a strap to it, and put it back in place.  Batgril accepted the dildo, and felt the strap holding the rebreather in place.  Her tongue danced over the dildo, feeling a cock in her mouth for the first time on the trip, and played with it while her mind slowly struggled to put her lust back under control.

      Looking around, she saw other guests receiving similar treatment, or they had their own treatment.  Some of them were getting girls strapped in front of them, while others had a naked woman rubbing their body.  The women wore strange masks, but she realized that the masks were designed to keep their mouths free, to give them a blow job underwater.  Some of the women had independant rigs, and the look in their eyes told Batgirl that they had been there for a while, and were not an escape risk.  They would swim from one guest to the next, offering their bodies for the guest's enjoyment, and their minds only thought of sexual satisfaction, both of the guests, and of themselves.

      The deck they were on began to slowly lower, and soon Batgirl was in the water up to her tits, and her ankles were still tied to the deck.  Although she tried to hide it, she began to tense up at the thought of drowning.  She knew that if she lived she would be put through worse, but drowning was an instinctive fear for a reason.

      Earl Jameson felt the girl in front of him tense up, and reached around to squeeze her breast again.  This time he kept the nipple between his fingers, and began to slowly wiggle it back and forth.  He could feel the redhead twisting back and forth, trying to pull her nipple away from his hand, but it wasn't working.

      The stewards were coming around again, attaching ankles to the scuba harnesses, and soon people were diving into the water, to enjoy the view, and to butt fuck the girl they had attached.  Others had a free-swimming girl with them and the girl would perch on the guy's dick, and press her body against him, letting the wiggling of his legs slowly get her towards an orgasm.

      He dove into the water with glee, and felt the redhead tense up as they went underwater, and began swimming downwards.

      Kara relaxed a bit in the engine room.  She had taken several different protein shakes this morning, and as her mind went back over, she realized that it hadn't been protein shakes, but blow jobs.  The crew had been instructed to take advantage of their new engine, and she had complied with their demands.  Others had taken the opportunity to remove the breast pumps, and use their hands and mouths to play with her tits.

      Right now she was steadily pedaling to keep the generators running, as the initial travel to the scuba site had given her several orgasms, and her body was now covered by a sheen of sweat.  An engineer's mate was cleaning her body with a sponge and bucket, and he was paying careful attention to her breasts in the process.  He had started from the top and was slowly working his way down her body, and hopefully would work his way back up soon.  The headphones on her ears reinforced the need for others to touch and enjoy her body, along with desiring orgasms.

      Batgirl wiggled a bit to test how sturdy the harness was in case she tried to escape, along with a little of her lust reminding her that she still needed to be fucked in order to think straight enough to plan an escape.  The harness was securely attached though, as the water hadn't made her bonds easier to slip out of, and she realized that this guy had been doing this for a long time.  Looking around, she saw similar signs of sexual action going on, with no less than half a dozen blow jobs being performed in this area.  She could see one guy just watching the fish go by, even as another redhead sucked his cock, and his hands played with the tits and pussy of a second girl.  He tensed for a moment, and she saw the cheeks of the woman sucking him off swallow the sperm down her throat.

      Earl Jameson felt the redhead begin to struggle harder and smiled.  Breaking their will was so easy, it just needed time and patience, and anyone would be broken.  Still, he had a naked woman strapped to him, who could not stop him from doing whatever he wanted.  He reached down with his hand, and began playing with her pussy.  Deciding to add another level to the breaking, he positioned her ass, and began shoving his dick in.

      Batgirl felt the dick get shoved in her ass, and wiggled a bit harder.  The hand on her pussy was causing her to spread her legs to give him more access, even as she tried to maintain control of her body.  She couldn't though.  Her suppressed lust surged back to the fore, and she began twitching on his cock, her body succumbing to the training and brainwashing she had been receiving.

      'Yes, this babe is hot!'  Jameson though as he slid into her ass.  He was sliding in smoothly, thanks to the water lubricating, and the babe in front of him seemed to handle him easily.  He began sliding in and out of her ass, deeper with each thrust, until soon his hips were pounding her ass with every stroke.  Her body was so trim, so athletic, and so sexual, he would get a lot of use out of her.  Thoughts of having her in his bed on the yacht, in his house, in his dungeon began to fill his mind.  His pace began to change slightly, and he could feel himself near the edge.

      Batgirl felt him thrusting deep in her with every stroke, and her own breathing changed to match.  She was caught in a dilemma, for if she closed her eyes, she could feel him pumping, yet if she opened her eyes, she could see the other women being fucked.  Feeling his pace change, she began to moan around the rubber dildo, not wanting to have her first fuck be over this quickly.

      'YES!'  Jameson screamed as he emptied his balls into the girl.  He pumped her as he emptied, and after several minutes, he finally slowed down, and pulled out.  He felt the girl still wiggling herself against his dick and his hand, and decided to have more fun.  Removing his hands from her body, he just arched back slightly, pressing his cock up the girl's ass.

      Batgirl felt the sensations on her tits and pussy fade away, while the guy's cock remained up her ass.  With no other sensation to work with, Batgirl began rubbing herself up and down on his cock, working for an anal orgasm, in an attempt to deal with her body's need for sex.  As she worked her ass on the guy's dick, she began imagining other times when she had been in similar peril.  Catwoman had tied her on an X-frame, and set up four one-way mirrors, facing out.  Batgirl could see everyone walking by, even checking their makeup in the mirrors, while she was stuck inside.  Even worse, was a slow fucking machine going in and out of her pussy, while the mirrors were barely attached to the X-frame.  If she wiggled too much, the mirrors would fall, and she would be exposed to the crowds.  Catwoman had also promised her that the fucking machine would speed up if she did, allowing for multiple orgasms.  Batgirl had been in the frame for four hours before Catwoman's henchmen had taken her down, and true to her word, the fucking machine sped up as the mirrors came down.  She had been transported back to Catwoman's lair like that, still tied to the frame, and being fucked the entire way.

      Mr Freeze had placed her on an icicle , the sides of it too smooth to get a grip with her feet, and tall enough she couldn't just hop off.  She had had to remain in place, melting the ice with her own body heat until she could get off.

      Poison Ivy had placed a pheromone dust in her face, and left her tied up in a bag so she couldn't relieve her lust.  When she had finally managed to get out she had had to find a costume club and get fucked before she could think straight aagain.

      Harley Quinn had been interesting though.  Harley had managed to tie a mask to Batgirl's face, with a dildo forced in her mouth.  To keep Batgirl from spitting it out, Batgirl's real mask had been taken off.  If Batgirl didn't keep suckin on the dildo, the live cameras would film her unmasking.  To keep things interesting, Harley would play with Batgirl's body, keeping her on the edge of an orgasm the entire time.  Sperm would be dumped into the dildo, forcing Batgirl to drink it to keep her secret safe.

      As the memories went through her mind, she felt theorgasms that had been building inside her suddenly burst out.  She screamed around the dildo in her mouth, even as she kept rubbing the dick in her ass, desperate to orgasm over and over, and knowing that each orgasm was another sign she was submitting to the training.

      Jameson looked around at the undersea area.  The coral, the fish, and the naked woman attached to him were all so beautiful, 'this is a great place to fuck.  I need to come here more often.'  Glancing at his pressure gauge, he blinked, 'Guess I should have brought along more air.  Time to go up.'

      On the wash deck, where everyone had gathered the first time, Jameson saw the other crew members helping everyone aboard, and easing the scuba cuties off their harnesses.  All the men had smiles on their faces, and the willing women had their arms around the guys they had been assigned to.  The women who had been left behind came up to their designated partner, and began caressing them, and cleaning them up.

      Back on the deck, Batgirl had managed to fuck herself to several orgasms, and had barely noticed the pressure change as the guy she was riding went back up.  She was still rubbing her ass against his cock as they stood back on the deck, and was unstrapped from the scuba rig.  As she stood there, recovering from the orgams, and feeling her body finally calm down, she took the opportunity to look around.

      For the women who had been there a long time, they were caressing the guys, and helping to clean their cocks.  The women who had been strapped in the rigs were leaning back against theguy who had just raped them, obviously trying to keep from falling, while the guy held her up by her pussy.

      One of the guys hadmanaged to get the girl to caress him, his hand on her tit, her hand on his cock, and the satisfied smile on her face showed Batgirl her potential future.  She would not just be raped every day, she would learn to love it.

      Batgirl felt herself being taken from the scuba harness, and tied back up.  The stewards took her back down to the slave room, and she began making plans.  She had mapped out most of the electrical systems on the way out and back, and she believed she could get out of her cuffs and the room.

      Kara sighed in boredom.  All the men had finished, and her legs were getting tired keeping the generator running.  The dildo wasn't in her as much, and coherent thought was starting to return.  Letting loose a few moans to try and attract attention, she began to wish someone would come back and touch her, so she wouldn't be alone.

      Jameson toured the party with his guests, having selected another girl for the floor party.  This one had been picked up several months ago, and was holding up nicely.  She was very willing, with himself or others, and cooed nicely when he touched her.

      The night had fallen, and they were anchored at the scuba site, so they could go scuba fucking the next day.  He watched guests slowly leave, with girls leaning on them, and he knew that the next day they would return to port, to get the sheets cleaned.  Each of the rooms carried three sets of sheets, and a steady crew kept fresh ones standing by.  They would change over dirty for clean whenever they were in port, so everything would be fresh for his guests.  Several of the girls also helped out in this manner, their minds having gotten used to being sex toys, and under his control.  Every now and then they needed refresher training, but the kinky maid fetish was always profitable.

      Batgirl managed to get the ankle cuff off, and was working on the door.  Several of the other women had seen what she was doing, and had begged her to help.  Batgirl had waved them off, "I need to take down the guys first, but I promise, I will come back for you."  Some ofthem though, begged Batgirl to comeover and finger fuck them into orgasm, and those she had to leave as well.

      The door finally yielded to her work, and she began sneaking out into the ship, looking for the main junction box.

      Another shape also snuck through the ship, looking for the backup power systems, trying to narrow down the odds.

      Batgirl found the main box, and grabbed the piece of metal she had used.  Selecting the correct pair of wires-

      The second shape removed the cover from the backup electrical system, and began connecting some wires in-

      Batgirl hooked up the wires, and current flowed.

      The current flowed the wrong way, instead of merely shutting down the lights, it sent a surge through the wiring, frying systems that were currently drawing power.

      Batgirl looked up in alarm, 'It wasn't supposed to do that!'  She snuck down the hall away from the junction box, when she bumped into someone.

      The shape felt the bump, and he moved his arm around, covering her mouth.

      Batgirl felt the man grab her, and saw his arm coming around towards her face.  Twisting slightly, she got her elbow in the way for a stomach punch, but suddenly he shifted away from that, swinging her towards the wall, pinning her-

      He felt the coming attack, and reacted as he had been trained, keeping the target's options limited, and pinning the target.  This one might need some more work to take down.

      Batgirl felt herself being pinned, and began the standard technique to slip free.  Unfortunately, her position was wrong, so instead of slipping free, she just slipped down about a foot, and his hand wound up on her breast!

      He felt her body shift, and knew she could not get far. Unfortunately, she got far enough, and he gave the new flesh a few squeezes.

      She felt the hand on her breast squeeze a couple times, and she recoiled at first, but then she felt the other squeezes.  The first one had been a test, but the others were for identification.  This man had met her before!

      In her ear, she heard a one-word question, "Batgirl?"

      "Um, maybe."

      She felt his other arm come around, and grab her other breast.  "Yup, it's you."  Reaching down to her crotch, he felt her lips.  "Definitely you."

      The name was on the tip of her tongue, and she said, "Nightwing?"

      "Yes.  I heard about this cruise, and decided to investigate."

      "Did you get what you wanted?"

      "Definitely."

      "Um, you can release my breasts now."

      Slowly letting go, but giving one nipple a last tweak, Nightwing continued explaining,       "I've been knocking out the guests in their rooms, and stashing the stewards, as I found them, in mine. I was trying to cut the odds down further by shutting down the electrical, but the whole thing overloaded."

      "That was me.  Look, Supergirl's on this ship somewhere, and we need to find her."

      "You find her, I'll keep getting rid of the guards."

      "Gotcha.  Also, what have you been doing with the women?"

      "Knocking them out with this pad, and stashing them in another guest room.  They're the victims, I'm not going to hit them."

      "Glad to hear it," Batgirl said, as she could have been one of the ones receiving a punch from Nightwing.  She had seen his punches before, and they were, in a word, impressive.

      Nightwing and Batgirl split up at this point, Nightwing making his way up to the bridge to call for help, and Batgirl trying to look for Supergirl.  Nightwing kept getting distracted by more people to tie up, but he slowly made his way to the bridge.  Batgirl kept to the shadows, avoiding the people wandering the halls.  The crew would ask questions, and other guests would want her to join.

      She needed to find her friend.

      Kara slumped in the harness, her body tired from the exertions.  She had been kept under red light, forced to propel a very heavy yacht, and never allowed a moment's rest.  She was sore, tired, and horny.  She also knew that she was being held prisoner in some dark place that smelled of metal and oil.

      Struggling against the metal harness, she tried to cry out, but the mask kept her screams to muffled whimpers.

      "Well, look what we have here."

      Batgirl had been caught by three of the stewards, and she was looking at them, trying to find a way out.  Automatically she dropped into a combat pose, and she moved at the opening.

      The steward blocked as usual, but this electric wand was set higher.

      "Yeeeaaarrrggghhhh!"  Batgirl yelled as the wand touched her leg.

      The others took advantage of the pause to touch her as well, and Batgirl jerked away from the electrical pain.

      "Got her," cried one of the stewards, grabbing her right arm in his own, and running the electric wand up and down, causing her to scream at its touch.

      "She's down," the other yelled, grabbing her left arm, and running the wand up and down her arm.

      "Aaaagggggghhhhhh!!!" she yelled, twisting to protect against the pain, not seeing the third steward line up for a gut punch.

      "Ooooo-aaauugghhh!! she groaned, as the air was driven out of her lungs, and she began gasping to put it back in.

      "Her arms."  The stewards tied her arms behind her back, and tied each of her ankles.  Taking ropes, they hoisted Batgirl until she was upside down, and tied her legs apart.

      "Now what do with her," asked one of the stewards rhetorically, as they still had the electric wands.

      Turning down the power, one of them began to run the wand over her skin.

      "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh," moaned Batgirl, as the pleasure began to build along her thighs.  "Nyaaagghhh, aaaggghhhhh!"   The wand was now being passed over her vaginal lips, and the heightened sensation was going straight to the pleasure center of her brain.

      The steward leaned down, and began to slowly insert the wand into her pussy, "I wonder what type vegetable we will have when she's done?"

      Batgirl felt the wand coming in, and the pleasure began to fill her up, "ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, OHHHHHHHHH!  AAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!"  She screamed as the orgasm hit her, and she could barely blink before the next one hit as well.  The wand was in her, and going deeper.  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH"  A second only a few seconds apart from the first, and she could feel part of her mind shattering, "HHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH"  A third took down more of her mind, and she bgan to feel fear.  "MMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH"

      The steward smiled a he watched her dance from the pleasure, then everything went dark.

      Nightwing reached over and pulled out the wand, tossing it to the side, then slowly holding Batgirl up until she could breathe easy again.  Drawing a small knife, he cut the ropes on her wrists so her arms draped down.

      "Th-thank you."

      "Comes with the job.  Think you can hold on?"

      Batgirl hugged his legs, and Nightwing made short work of the ropes on her ankles.  Lowering her slowly to the ground, he waited there until Batgirl's breathing settled down.

      "How was the bridge?"

      "Radios are shorted out, nobody's calling anywhere.  Supergirl?"

      Batgirl smirked, "Haven't found her yet."  Testing her legs, Batgirl said, "I'd better tag along for now, I think she needs both of us right now."

      Kara had wrestled with the harness for what felt like hours, and she was still as securely fastened as ever.  Looking around the dark area, she began to fear.  Not of dying, but of being alone in the dark, for the rest of her life.

      "We've checked the various rooms, the extra boats, the scuba rooms, even the bondage room, nothing."

      "Are you sure she's on this boat?"

      "I don't know.  I know the guys who got us sold us to the same buyer, so she should be, but I don't know."

      "Well, we've checked the kitchens, the crew quarters,"

      "The deck chairs, the navigation office, we've exhausted all possibilities."

      "Wait-exhaust.  During the day, this ship didn't have any exhaust coming out.  It's not nuclear powered, unless"

      The duo took off at a run.

      Kara sobbed in the harness, her body barely moving due to the metal, her struggles all for nothing.

      Entering the engine room, they looked into a pool of darkness.  The lights had gone out here as well, and grabbing a pair of flashlights, they began to descend.

      Nightwing began looking along the main engines, while Batgirl started looking in the control room, figuring that Supergirl would have been brought up there for the crew's entertainment.

      Kara had hallucinated several times, imagining seeing her cousin, or Wonder Woman, or Green Lantern, but none of them had shown up.  Another circle of light began to show, and she began to cry, at her mind trying to find ways out of her situation.

      Nightwing followed the main engines down, and saw where they had been modified.  The engines had been refitted to electrical power, but they needed a large generator.  Following the electrical leads, he passed the batteries, and got to the electrical generator.  Looking along the generator he found-

      "Supergirl!"

      Kara saw the light pointed at her, the voice, and she cried in relief and insanity, as if this was another hallucination she might never leave here.

      Batgirl heard the call as well, and headed out of the offices.

      Nightwing saw the form in front of him, and jumped up there, looking over the restraints to see how to release Supergirl.  There were several latches on the back, and he finally found the correct one.  Sliding that one off, he began disassembling the harness.

      Kara felt the metal coming away, and as soon as her arms were free, she reached over to Nightwing and hugged him, her body and mind needing the physical connection.

      "Ooofff," Nightwing gasped, as her arms tightened around him.  For a moment, he was afraid, as Supergirl could easily crush him with her strength, but then he worried.  She was holding him as tight as she could, but she was NOT crushing him.  She had been down here for quite some time, and made to put out a lot of energy.

      Working gently, he removed the rest of the harness, and pulled her free.  She wrapped her legs around him, and began to sob.

      Batgirl arrived on scene in a few seconds, and paused in shock at the scene.  She could put together what had happened here, and moved up to Supergirl.  Supergirl froze for a moment, then extended an arm to Batgirl as well, feeling her friends close to her again, and knowing she was not alone.

      "Let's get you upstairs," Nightwing said, and they slowly moved up the stairs, gently carrying the Maid of steel in their arms.

      Arriving in the same room as where Nightwing had been dumping the other sex slaves, Batgirl turned to Nightwing, "There are several other women in the room where I was kept.  Can you bring them here as well?"  Batgirl indicated that she was going to keep Supergirl company for a while.  When they had left Supergirl to get a room set up, Supergirl had grabbed on to them, eager for physical contact with another person.  She didn't care that she was naked, or that they were going to make things better in a bit; she needed the physical touch of a person.

      As a result, Batgirl and Nightwing had taken turns just holding her in their arms, so she was happy.  Batgirl would perform a few details, then swap with Nightwing for the heavy lifting, then swap back.  In this case, Nightwing knew that a lot of heavy lifting would be needed.

      "Actually, I have another idea."

      Nightwing carried the last of the guests down to the small boat.  The yacht had its own boat dock inside, and this was one of the smallest.  He had emptied the gas tank, removed the engine, and gotten rid of the oars.  He had then put a hole in the boat, and tied a bucket to one railing.  It would have taken longer, but he had gotten, help.

      The women in the slave pen had been at first afraid of the man dressed in black as he entered their room.  But as he slowly walked around, freeing them, they began to tolerate him.  He had finally managed to get a few of them to help him carry the other guests to the boat, and toss them in.  Several of them had wanted to kill them, but Nightwing had put a stop to that.

      He did not kill, and he would do his best to make sure other people didn't.

      Jameson slowly woke up, as the cold water splashed against his chin.  Opening his eyes rapidly, he saw several of the other guests in the same room as him, along with several stewards.  "What the hell is goi-!"

      He then saw his location.  No longer on his personal yacht, he was now on one of the little boats used for ship to shore travel.  It was also leaking.  "Wake up you fools!"  Several more bodies began shifting, and waking up in shock.  It was soon obvious to all of them that they were on a small boat, tied to the boat bay of HIS yacht, the boat was sinking, and there was a bucket thoughtfully provided.

      Looking further up in the boat bay he saw one guy dressed in black, and several of the girls who were only good for rape play, though in their case it wasn't play.  As more and more people woke up, he could see the future pretty clearly.

      He was going to jail.

      Assuming he survived the night.  Yelling at a steward to start bailing, he began to wait out the night.

      Nightwing saw the owner of the yacht wake up, and turned to the women nearby, "I counted all of them I put in, and that is all of them.  Take turns, cover the boat with this shotgun, and if anyone tries to climb or swim, shoot the rope, and shoot into the water."  He pitched his voice so it would carry to the boat group.  "The current here is pulling the yacht away from the anchor, and the boat away from the yacht.  If that rope is shot, they will be carried away, and that boat is much harder to spot in the ocean.

      "Any questions?"

      The women just looked at each other, then one of them asked, "Who are you?"

      "Name's Nightwing.  I'm here because I am needed."

      The woman then decided on her next action, reached up, and kissed him right on his lips.  "Thank you."

      The rest of the women back there began doing the same thing, hugging him and kissing him, and as they hugged him they began crying, finally realizing they were free.

      Nightwing was finally able to pull away from them, asking them to keep an eye on the men in the boat, to make sure none got away from the police that would be coming soon.  They all gave him one last hug, and slowly pulled away.

      Arriving back at the room where Batgirl, Supergirl, and the other women were dumped, Nightwing saw an amazing sight.

      Batgirl and Supergirl were both naked in each other's arms, and the other women had moved off the bed to give them room.  The other women turned towards him in fear, but Batgirl said, "Relax, he's the one who rescued all of us. He's a friend."

      Supergirl looked over, and acted.  She walked over to Nightwing, and began kissing him.  She began to rub her hips up and down along his crotch, trying to stimulate him.

      Nightwing was a little startled at the response, and glanced over to Batgirl for help, "Is she-"

      "She's okay, we've been talking.  She was down there, wondering if she would be left down there forever, and you rescued her."

      "It could have been either of-mmppphhh" as Supergirl kissed him on the lips, cutting off his protests.

      "True, but for now, just let her be near you, she needs that.  I'll keep an eye on our friends," Batgirl turned to leave, but Supergirl grabbed her, and pulled her back.

      Meeting eyes, Nightwing and Batgirl saw that Supergirl needed them there, to be with her, to make her feel comfortable again.

      Lying down on the bed, Nightwing hugged Supergirl to him, making sure she was free to pull back if she got frightened, but leaving himself open for when she needed to Feel.

      Supergirl felt the body beneath her, and the smell in her nose, and began to move her fingers.

      Nightwing felt Supergirl start to reach under his costume, and start to pull it off.  He tried to pull his top back down but Supergirl forced it up, eager to feel the skin of the one who had rescued her.  She needed that contact, and she would not let anything get in the way.

      Within a few minutes, Nightwing was naked in the bed, and Supergirl began remembering the videos she had seen.  She began sliding down the bed, and soon Nightwing felt her lips on his dick, licking him to attention.

      Nightwing did not want to take advantage of Supergirl in this situation, but before he could say anything, Batgirl kissed him on his lips, and pressed his hands to her breasts.  She was going to thank Nightwing for rescuing her as well, and give Supergirl her chance.

      Wet slurping sounds came from Nightwing’s crotch, while muffled "hmmmpphhhs" came from his mouth, and Batgirl slowly crawled over him, to rub her body over his.  Batgirl had known that Nightwing had been in excellent shape, and she was now finding out how wonderful that shape was, especially pressed against her body.  His hands on her body, her body on him, and her legs scissoring against each other in lust was starting to add up.

      Supergirl's mouth was working over his dick just like she had learned to do to the feeding tube, and the flavor of his sweat was making each inch of his skin a joy to be had.  She wasn't going over that many inches, but those inches felt perfect inside her mouth.

      Batgirl could only writhe on top of Nightwing, shoving her breasts against his hands and body, and wrapping her arms around him, while her crotch began to demand its own attention.  She felt Nightwing start to wiggle against her, and she knew what was coming next.  Kissing him hard on his lips, she waited for the energy to wash through him.

      Nightwing felt himself tense up and empty into Supergirl, and Supergirl sucked down every drop from his penis into her throat.  Batgirl felt Nightwing squeeze her breasts as he came, and she almost had a mini-gasm herself, from being near him.  She rolled over to the side, letting the lust wash through her.  She could let herself go now, as she was safe in the arms of her friends.

      Supergirl cleaned Nightwing off, and began sliding herself up his body.  Her blonde hair draped over her shoulders, her fingers tracing over his skin with each slow movement forward, and her eyes half-closed in lust all spoke of a night of passion waiting for Nightwing.  She slid her pussy up to his cock, and slowly impaled herself upon him.  Sliding slowly off and back on, "Oooohh," she moaned out her pleasure, feeling Nightwing deep in her pussy, and rubbing along the inside in the right places.

      Supergirl had been waiting for an orgasm for several hours, and the hypno training had conditioned her to want an orgasm every half hour, or to satisfy someone every few minutes.  She was horny, he was her rescuer, and she was going to thank him with every muscle in her body.

      Nightwing saw Supergirl's tits hanging beneath her chest and reached up to grab them.

      "MMmmaaaagggghhh," Supergirl sighed in pleasure, and slowly lifting her arms from the bed, feeling the pressure on her tits and her pussy supporting her body weight.  She could feel Nightwing tightening his fingers around her tits, and she held her arms out to either side, feeling like she was flying on ecstasy.

      Supergirl and Nightwing spent the rest of the night, fucking her brains out, until finally in the morning, Nightwing looked down at a Supergirl, satisfied, laying right on top of him.

      "You feel better?"

      "I do, yes I do.  I know it was a bit rushed there at the beginning, but I needed that touch so badly.  Where are we?"

      "We are on a boat, somewhere at sea, and with no radio to call for help.  Can you fly?"

      Leaning back, Supergirl felt her legs slowly come together, and she could still feel the pleasure from last night.  Giving a careful bounce, she sighed, "Not yet.  I must have lost a lot of energy, and I need to recharge."

      Looking up at Nightwing with twinkling eyes she asked, "Can you carry me to the top, so I can get some sun?"

      Picking her up gently in his arms, and waiting for Supergirl to snuggle up closer, Nightwing gently carried her up to the sun deck.  Glancing at rear of the yacht, he saw the boat was still tied up, and everyone was still in it.

      Bringing Supergirl to one of the deck chairs, he gently laid her down, and grabbed a towel.  As he started to put the towel over her crotch, Supergirl stopped him, "I know you are concerned about modesty, but I think it can pass just this once."  She reached up with her hand to grab his penis, and said, "besides, if you are going to be naked all day, then so am I."

      Nightwing paused at the surprise squeeze, and kissed Supergirl on her lips.  She responded to the kiss, then lay back, soaking up the sunlight.  Batgirl came up from behind him, and said, "I've gotten a few of the girls down to the rear, to change guards with the ones down there.  The ones down there would like to thank you."  The last part was said with a smile.

      "Thank me?"  Asked Nightwing.

      "Thank you," a chorus of voices said.  Nightwing turned around and saw the girls he had left down there looking at him.  "We heard about how you loved her last night, and we'd like to thank you for our rescue too."

      The mob grabbed his arms, and slowly began to pull him down to the deck of the ship, and rub themselves against him.

      "Oh, Nightwing," said Batgirl, "I checked with Supergirl, and it might take her all day to get enough energy to fly again.  So we might be stuck here all day, and all night.  Have fun."  With that, Batgirl took out one of the electric wands, and began playing it over her thighs, enjoying the pleasure.

      Nightwing sputtered a bit at her casual tone, but soon his mouth was busy, and the rest of him was soon busy as well.

Epilogue:

      Nightwing, Supergirl, and Batgirl managed to get off the boat the next day, when Supergirl simply flew over to Superman and told him the location.  The rescued women, who chose, were given asylum in their favorite country by Bruce Wayne, and managed to recover from their ordeal.  Batgirl discovered that the liquid injected into her allowed her to heal faster, allowing her much more freedom in dealing with criminals.  Supergirl and Nightwing dated on and off, though once she got her strength back the sex was a bit more limited.  They eventually broke up, as Supergirl realized that she had fastened onto him, not actually liked him.

      Earl Jameson was disowned by his family, and his assets seized by Interpol.  They are currently looking over the records, trying to break the slaving ring.