World's Finest Females
By Dungeon Dave

"I don't think things are about to get any easier," Batgirl muttered to
herself. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the growing crowd. There were at
least twenty-five people slowly moving towards the costumed crime fighter.

Only moments earlier she had been in the middle of an otherwise normal
patrol, when she heard the sounds of broken glass. Speeding around the next
corner, Batgirl watched as the second metal trash barrel crashed through the
front pane glass window of a jewelry store. One shapely, well muscled leg
swung gracefully over as she brought her Bat cycle sliding to a quiet halt,
broken glass crunching under her yellow boot heel.

"Time to call it a night," she yelled out to the three men standing at the
shattered window. "I don't need the excise, and I highly doubt you need the
trouble."

Only the three men acted as if the costumed crime fighter was mute. As if
she didn't exist, they began making their way inside the store, also not
paying much attention to the broken glass.

"Okay, I guess we're going to have to do it the hard way." A small smile
played across Batgirl's mouth. Contrary to her warning to the men, she was
looking forward to a confrontation. It had been a slow night, and few
things could get her juices flowing like a good fight. Not that three
against one could be considered a good fight. Hell, these three would
hardly know what had hit them.

Powerful leg muscles tensed as Batgirl prepared to take action.
Yellow-gloved fingers reached to grab the Batarang from her utility belt.
With a bit of good luck and skill, she thought that she could bring down the
first man a fraction of an instant before her launched body would take down
number two. "Yeah, I'll be done before they even know they're in a fight,"
she chuckled.

Only sounds from behind caused Batgirl's head to snap around before she had
the chance to fling the crescent shaped weapon. A group of four people were
using whatever came to hand to break out the glass display of another store.
This time group was comprised of both men and women.

"Now what?" the confused heroine asked herself. Whipping her head back, she
took a closer look at the first group, then back again as she compared them
to the newcomers. "Not your ordinary bunch of thugs. In fact I think they
must have missed the chapter covering dress code in the hoodlum handbook."
In fact, all seven were wearing casual dress. Nothing special, all were
clad in just everyday street clothes. Not a single one had on the basic
black favored by most night calling thieves. Or super heroines.

As the number of puzzles filled her head, Batgirl knew that none of it
changed the bottom line. She still had a job to do. There would be time to
figure out strange criminal behaviors later.

Turning back to the original three men, Batgirl tossed her Batarang. The
resounding thud as it struck home against one hood's skull brought a smile
to her face. A mid-air flip spun her body around to the perfect position
for landing feet first right between the shoulders of the second man, who
went down hard. His face stopping his fall as the ground rudely welcomed
him. This forward momentum acted as a springboard as the night-suited
daredevil threw herself in the direction of the last thug.

To her amazement, Batgirl almost missed her target. So sure that there
would be some attempt at a defensive maneuver, she almost sailed past the
man when he made no move at all to avoid her attack. Only her incredible
reflexes prevented her from over compensating to the point of missing him
completely. With her body still suspended in air, Batgirl chopped down with
both hands. Twin impacts sent the man to the floor unconscious while
allowing the highly trained crime-fighter to land gently on her feet.
Crouching down, she spun on one heel, ready to meet the attackers she knew
would be coming in to attack her from behind. Only no one was there.

"Curious and curiousier. What? The others were so sure that these three
could handle me that they didn't even bother to come lend a hand?" Batgirl
was almost madder at the thought of being taken for granted then she was of
the damage these criminals were doing. It only took a second for her to
retrieve her fallen Batarang. Surely there were going to be at least one,
and probably four, more skulls for her to aim it at.

Which only surprised her that much more when she sprung back out into the
street. She had been expecting to see the remaining four criminals looting
the store across the street. Batgirl was not prepared to see their numbers
swelling as more people came from down the street. Each one had something
in their hand to cause some damage with, although none where the kind of
weapons she would expect to see used by a modern day criminal. No, these
people were all carrying bits and pieces of all kinds of things. Almost as
if the growing mob was simply making weapons from whatever they found close
by at hand. A broom handle here, a broken beer bottle there, while
elsewhere came the sound of a wooden crate being broken up into usable
pieces. More and more people were appearing, slowly shuffling their way to
the waiting gem repositories.

Then it began to make sense. Upon closer examination it became clear to
Batgirl that these were not your run of the mill crooks. As their number
increased she noted that this was a cross section of Gotham City. Men,
women, teenagers. luckily she didn't see any children. Still not knowing
the cause mob scene, Batgirl knew that she still needed to find a way to
stop these people. Afterward she could try to discover what was causing
otherwise ordinary citizens to break the law in this fashion.

The only question would be in how she would be able to stop this many at
once. Batgirl was well aware of her personal skills, but how could she
possibly stand against this quickly mounting mob? More important, how to do
so without running the risk of harming innocent victims?

As she mentally wrestled with what her next move should be, the crowd of
twenty-five became thirty. fifty. one hundred!

Attaching a line to her Batarang, the dark angel lassoed a dozen people with
one deft toss. Surprisingly a quick knot in the rope was all it took to
subdue the lot. Whatever was turning these citizens into criminals was also
dulling their minds. None took a serious try at freeing themselves. It was
almost as if she were dealing with a multitude of zombies.

"Now if I only had another couple dozen Batarangs, "mused the masked
redhead. She tried corralling four of the people nearest to her, only to
find herself being shoved back. Her eyes widened as she noticed that the
crowd was no longer focused on the jewelry stores. Batgirl was not at all
happy at seeing that she had become the center of their collective
attention. Suddenly she found herself being surrounded, with only a few
seconds remaining before the mob would finish closing in on her. And
without her trusty Batarang there would be no escape by going up and over
their heads.

Like an animal cornered by a pack of wolves, the costumed girl searched for
any possible exit. Hands came up into a defensive position just before the
first club hit her in the back. Time was up. It was move now or else.

Leaping forward, Batgirl's hands reached out for the shoulders of a hulking
man. Thinking he was being attacked, the man braced for the coming impact.
Only Batgirl had another idea. Pressing down against those broad shoulders,
the dark damsel flipped herself up and out, hoping to clear the rest of the
pressing mob. A plan that might have worked if not for the stunning club
blow she took to her left side before having the chance to finish the nimble
back flip. Falling backwards into the hands of the wait throng, Batgirl was
on the verge of being swallowed by this tide of humanity. Fingers grabbed
at black clad arms and legs, trying to drag the beauty down where she would
certainly be trampled.

Just as shocking were the hands moving over her breasts and ass. Part of
the crowd wanting to crush her, another part was busily molesting the
beautiful masked girl. It was only due to her superbly trained body that
the off-balanced fighter was able to pull one man up, using him as a shield
to block away some of the crowd. Thrusting her body back violently gained
her a few valuable inches of working room. Climbing her shield like a
ladder, the masked marvel jumped again. This time she wasn't nearly as
worried accidentally hurting someone. She was quite certain that this
mesmerized crowd would kill or maim her without thought.

If any of them were still capable of having thought.

Successfully vaulting to the outside of the crowd, Batgirl knelt down,
quickly gasping for air after her close escape. Standing again, she
searched the area, looking for anything she could use as a weapon.
Disappointingly, nothing useful in crowd management was in sight.

"Well then. For my next miracle. I guess there's always one on one."
Looking across to the still growing crowd, she shrugged. "It's going to be
one heck of a long night."

"Not if you get a bit of help."

Batgirl's head snapped up towards the sound of the new voice, only to see a
blur of red as it whooshed by.

"That could only be Supergirl!" Grinning from Bat ear to Bat ear, hope
swelled inside her lovely bosom. This might turn out being fun after all.

The Girl of Steel quickly circled the central bulk of the mob. Several
spins of her swiftly flying body created a shockwave of air that knocked
most of the people down without causing any real harm. As quickly as she
had started, Batgirl saw the airborne heroine in blue and red speed away.

"She must have something in mind," the masked redhead thought. Searching
through a pocket of her utility belt, Batgirl's fingers closed around
several gas pellets. "So let's help even the odds a bit more until she gets
back."

Rocketing her way to a nearby city park, Supergirl's fingers grabbed hold of
the chain link fence surrounding a well-kept baseball field. Taking hardly
more than a flick of her fingers, the metal fabric tore free of its anchors.
Barely slowing down, the Maid of Might also snagged up several of the steel
posts with the ease of picking up some cardboard tubes. Blonde hair
streaming behind her, Supergirl turned her way back to the downtown
disturbance.

Gas billowed around the outer perimeters, the swirling mist causing the
crowd to collapse in on itself. Sleeping bodies dropped to the ground as
the gas began taking its toll. Arriving in time to take advantage of the
dwindling numbers, Supergirl rammed one metal post into the sidewalk only
inches away from a tall building with a deafening thud. Still flying, she
turned her head back, using her heat vision to spot weld one end of the
chain link fence in place. Circling around the outside of the mob, the
flying beauty speared another post into the ground, again up tight to a
concrete wall. Wrapping the opposite end of the fence around the steel
shaft, Supergirl slowly began taking out the slack. Inexorably, like a
fisherman pulling in his net, she brought her "catch" up close and together.
Pinning all of them inside the flexible cage, holding them between the steel
fabric and the cold front of a building.

Regaining her Batarang and rope from the gassed group of civilians, Batgirl
snared a few more of the stragglers. The last of her gas pellets finished
off the rest even as Supergirl completed building her cage.

"Not bad," Batgirl said, looking over the trapped assemblage. "You know, we
work pretty well together."

"Couldn't have done it without you," Supergirl returned. Giving the cowled
crime fighter a sisterly hug before springing up into the night sky.

Batgirl shook her head with awe. "I doubt that, but thanks for saying so."

It was several days later that Supergirl found herself soaring towards
Washing D.C. Blue eyes gleamed as she thought about her final destination.
"The White House! And the President is going to personally give me a
special Humanitarian Award," she said to herself. Filled with pride over
the coming event, Supergirl found it difficult not let her excitement take
control, and send herself rocketing towards the nation's capital.

"Come on now," Supergirl chided herself. "This isn't the first time you've
met a world leader. And it's not as if this is the first award you've ever
gotten. Slow down and enjoy the trip. Getting there early isn't going to
start the ceremony any sooner."

Taking a deep breath, Supergirl decreased speed. Smiling as she enjoyed the
journey, she began playing zigzag with some high, fluffy clouds. Ducking in
and out of the swirling, floating cotton puffs, she played a game, seeing
what kind of shaped hole she could leave behind. Another game was where she
would see how close she could come to one floating behemoths without
disturbing its amebic formation. These were games she had been playing for
as long as when she had first learned how to fly. It was one of the simple
joys of life that could only be known by that rare handful of her fellow
superheroes lucky enough to posses the power of flight.

Supergirl began having so much fun that she almost lost track of the time.
Nearly forgetting about the importance of her coming appointment. Almost.

But she did notice when someone grabbed hold of her breast!

Jerking to a complete halt, simply floating in mid-air, Supergirl looked
down at her chest. To see nothing!

She felt blood rushing to her face, knowing that she must be blushing as
bright a red as the "S" she so proudly wore. Although there was nothing nea
rby that could be seen, Supergirl could still feel the fingers, which had
closed down on her breast. A fresh burst of embarrassment came over the
Maid of Might as she saw her nipple was perking up. Plumping to stiffness
after such intimate contact. Tenting out the fabric of her tunic.

"Am I just going nuts? Or am I only daydreaming all of this?" Looking all
around, using her telescopic vision, Supergirl confirmed there was no one
anywhere close enough to have taken such a personal liberty.

"Too bad. Felt kind of nice," she shyly admitted to no one. "Or would
have, if it had been real." Taking one more quick look for miles around
her, Supergirl hit a burst of speed, arriving in Washington D.C. a few
seconds later.

Later, the girl of steel was barely able to contain her excitement as she
stood at the podium next to the President of the United States. Her heart
filled with pride as the kind words poured from his mouth. Certainly she
understood that for the most part that his speech was really meant for the
TV cameras, but this was still a special day for her, and she was more than
willing to bask in the joy of the moment.

"And now for a few words from our guest of honor. Ladies and gentlemen, the
one and only. Supergirl!"

The roar of applause and wild cheering took the heroine by surprise.
Supergirl found herself flushing red with embarrassment, all caused by the
raw emotion generated by so many people clapping and yelling their praise
for her. The moment was stunning. Intoxicating.

"Thank you. thank you all." she said, becoming further embarrassed by this
outpouring of admiration. Waving her hands, she did what she could to hush
the crowd down some.

That's when she heard the first gasps. Instantly she knew something was
wrong, only she didn't know what. Her first thought was for the safety of
the President, only when she glanced his way she saw no sign of any danger
to the man. She was startled by his reaction though. The leader of the
free world was staring right at her chest. Centering his focus on her in a
most un-Presidential fashion. Lowering her own gaze, she quickly understood
why he was staring at her. And why the massive crowd was cheering her now
in a completely different way

Her normally "true blue" blouse was somehow becoming transparent!
Pink nipples were pointing right out at the staring crowd. Nobody holding a
camera needed any coxing. Shutters were clicking away, sounding like
machine gun fire as hundreds of rolls of film were used. The networks would
have to do some cleaver editing to use the tape being taken, but Supergirl
would certainly be headline material tonight.

Thinking quickly, the girl of steel pickup the podium as if it weighed
nothing, holding it out in front of her to prevent anyone else from seeing
what should have been her otherwise hidden charms.

A quick scan of the area did nothing to tell her what was happening to her
blouse. Then a new glance down told her that the blouse wasn't the only
thing becoming transparent. First her short red skirt started fading away,
followed a split second later by her bright red panties!

"I'm not about to show off everything in front of this crowd," she muttered.
Dropping the podium, Supergirl rocketed into the sky. It was an action so
sudden that most of her fans thought that Supergirl had somehow magically
vanished right in front of their eyes.

Stopping herself hundreds of feet in the air, Supergirl was again surprised
when she saw that her uniform had returned to normal. Running hands up and
along her shapely body, checking to see if her costume really was there, she
could only shake her head in disbelief. "What was that all about?" Too
many strange things were happening to her today.

Taking a quick super speed flight over the top of the crowd, Supergirl used
her X-Ray vision to destroy the film in all the cameras that had been
focused on her only seconds ago. Another lap of the area brought her
circling over the TV network news trucks. The video tape decks wouldn't
fare any better against the burst of radiation generated form her blue eyes
than the film would. "Sorry boys," Supergirl grinned. "But a girl's got to
have some secrets."

Deciding this would not be the best time to make apologies to the President,
Supergirl headed towards home. Somehow she needed to sort this mystery out.
Running one possibility after another through her head, she let out a sudden
yelp when she felt a hand grabbing between her legs!

"WHO.!?!" Supergirl reached down with both hands to take hold of.

Nothing!

"Who's doing this!" she screamed in a voice booming loud enough to be heard
six miles away. It never occurred to her how strange she must have looked
to anyone else. If anyone else had been flying nearby. Hanging suspended
in mid-air, she was bent over in half as her hands rubbed between widespread
legs.

Again neither her X-Ray, nor telescopic vision gave a clue to what had
happened.

"If my costume hadn't have pulled that disappearing act earlier, I would
chalk this up to the possibility that I was going crazy. Or becoming
terminally horny." The Maid of Might smoothed down her skirt and began
flying back for home. "It is sad to admit that these two gropes are the
most action I've had in a long, long time."

She had barely covered another mile before the invisible hand returned.
Supergirl felt the palm of a man's hand cupping over one firm ass cheek,
with what felt like the middle finger curling down to stroke along her
center female seam. The one long fingertip brushed right over her clit!

"Stop it!" Powerful thighs clamped together with enough strength to have
crushed a battleship. To bad there wasn't anything there for her trap.
Once again, her mystery assailant had vanished without a trace.

"I'm through with playing," Supergirl huffed. Regaining some composure, she
began flying in a search pattern. One way or another, she was determined to
discover who was feeling her up. Making her all the more frustrated when
she couldn't come up with a single clue. Moving with ever increasing speed,
Supergirl became a blue and red blur as she criss-crossed over the
countryside.

So centered on the search, she never saw the giant hand that swatted at her
from behind. Shocked by the unexpected attack, stunned by the incredible
force that hit her, Supergirl never saw the green, glowing wall that snapped
into existence before her. Her own headlong speed, added by a second
forceful blow from the oversized hand, sent the beautiful blonde hurtling
head first into the wall. The crushing impact knocking her instantly
unconscious.

Supergirl was far from happy as she forced her eyes to open. She was also
far from comfortable. Her body was forced into a wide spread position,
wrists and ankles drawn out wide, held in place by some strange bands which
were glowing a bright green. Painfully twisting her head, Supergirl was
just able to see the large X-frame that the bands were pinning her to. This
bizarre piece of furniture was also glowing the same shade of emerald.

"At least it's not Kryptonite," the Girl of Steel noted thankfully. There
was no telling illness that the deadly radiation usually bought her. "But
it still reminds me of something. Something I've seen before."

Trying to shake some of the fog from her brain, Supergirl tensed her body.
Slowly she began flexing her mighty muscles, knowing that the colored bands
would soon be popping away. Only they held firm, continuing to trap her in
their iron grip.

"Ah, I see you are back with us."

Snapping her head to the left, Supergirl zeroed in on the new voice. A
strange little man stepped out from the shadows. A silly grin played across
his face, an oversized top hat perched on his head.

"And who might you be," Supergirl snarled. Anger at being trapped like this
was getting the better of her. She knew that she needed to settle down, to
calm herself so she could think her way out of this situation.

"I am so hurt," the little man said, looking honestly wounded. "I thought
that all of you super types compared notes. I'm sure that Batman wouldn't
make the same mistake. But then Batman knows me ever so well. For many are
the times that he has matched wits with The Mad Hatter."

The little man smiled as recognition hit Supergirl. "Ah! I see you have
heard of me."

"Yes. But what do have against me? This doesn't seem like your type of
plan. And how did you capture me?" Irritation building, Supergirl still
couldn't force a change in the green bands restraining her.

"What's wrong? Big muscles can't free you? Can't make a single move to
protect yourself, eh?" The stupid grin on the Hatter's face grew bigger.
"Well, maybe it's because I'm telling you not to escape."

"That's ridiculous! Even if what you say is true, then why do you need this
at all?" Supergirl did what she could to shake the X-frame loose from the
floor, or to find some way to break it up into a million pieces.
Frustration openly showing on her face as she found her every attempt was
futile. Eyes narrowing, she glared at her captor. "You still haven't
explained how you took me by surprise."

"Yes. that did take a bit of planning on my part," the little man said
proudly. He paced back and forth before his prisoner, not bothering to hide
the fact that he was openly staring at her magnificent body. "How to go
about kidnapping the mighty Supergirl. Why to do that, you'd have to posses
great power. It would certainly take far more strength than what I have.
Luckily I have a new friend. One who has more than enough power to help me.
I believe you've met him before."

At a gesture from Mad Hatter, a new figure stepped into the light.

Supergirl's eyes all but popped from their sockets. "Green Lantern!"

"Mind control is my calling card, and with a little bit of help from my
friends, anything is possible." Mad Hatter tapped his finger on what looked
like a black sweatband that circled the hero's forehead.

"You forced Green Lantern to help you!"

"Of course. Who else could make himself invisible so he could fly right
alongside you completely undetectable? He even made it possible for me to
view it all, right here in the privacy of my lair, as he used an invisible
hand from his ring to molest you," Hatter admitted gleefully. "You should
have seen the look on your face when he grabbed at your big, super tit. The
colors you turned! Oh. and when he stroked at your power pussy! I thought
I'd die."

"That still might be arranged," the bound blonde snarled. Only the glowing
bands still refused to budge. She was making no progress at all against the
restraints.

"Not today, my dear. Or tomorrow either I might add. But I must admit that
I am rather concerned over the amount of fight there is still in you." Mad
Hatter stepped closer to the helpless heroine. Searching through his
pockets, he came up with a small tool. "Possibly with a small adjustment."

It was as he reached towards her neck that Supergirl first noticed the
collar circling her throat. She couldn't see what he was doing, but
suddenly her efforts at freedom halted. Supergirl hung quietly in her
bonds, suddenly finding herself submissively quiet.

"Better, much better," the villain grinned. "I wasn't entirely sure if one
of my control devices would work on you. That's another reason why I needed
the help of Green Lantern. I hoped that once he had weakened you, that the
direct contact of my device against your skin would make you my puppet. But
I guess there is only one true way to find out for sure."

Steeling himself as if know that he was about to do something incredibly
stupid, Mad Hatter reached out, closing his fingers around one of Supergirl'
s firm tits! "Just as lovely as I dreamed they would be," he said, the look
of worry swiftly being replaced by one of joy.

Supergirl wanted to scream, but she couldn't make her mouth move. Or any
other portion of her body either. She was completely helpless, unable to
even twist her chest away to avoid the offending hand. All she could do was
look down and the fingers mauling her soft chest mound.

"Sorry," the villain laughed insincerely. "But I couldn't think of a better
test of my new control over you. If it were anything but absolute, I'd
probably be splattered into a thin film covering the walls of this room by
now.

"Which still might happen." The words were slow to exit from Supergirl's
mouth, their very formation taking an extreme effort on her part.

"Amazing! You shouldn't be able to. You may be stronger than what I had
guessed. This might mean I'll need to change my plans." The Mad Hatter
pondered his situation for a few more seconds before turning his attention
to Green Lantern. "Do you still have that Kryptonite sample?"

The hero stood at attention, slowly shaking his head. "No sir. I returned
it to Star Labs after taking Supergirl prisoner."

"But you could get to it again if necessary?"

"It is locked in their top security vault. I returned it as quickly as I
could. If it had been noticed missing, Superman would have been called.
Round trip to retrieve it would take almost a minute."

"Good to know, but I don't think it will come to that," the strange little
man waved the very notion away. "Supergirl is strong, but I do not think
that even her will can withstand my power. Green Lantern, I want you to
release her. But keep a careful eye on her. If Supergirl tries anything,
stop her. Do whatever it takes, but stop her. Understood?"

Without as much as a nod, the emerald gladiator caused the X-frame and
restraining bands to blink out of existence. Supergirl fell to the floor,
landing in a crumpled heap. Muscles refused to obey as she tried to direct
her body to stand, or even sit up. She was completely powerless until The
Mad Hatter bid her to rise. Once gaining her feet, she stood as still as
stone as he approached. His hand reached out to grab a second feel of those
inviting tits. His other hand joined in, kneading away at the magnificent
mammeries.

The Girl of Steel didn't as much as flinch, standing still as the villain
took his pleasure at her expense. Under extraordinary effort, she forced
her lips to part. "But why?"

Mad Hatter's hand pulled away, his eyes narrowing in shock. "Still you
resist. Most unsettling, this." As much as it bothered the villain that he
did not have total control over the lovely blonde, playing with her breasts
remained too great a distraction. Lust driving any worry from his mind.

"Why.? Why indeed. Well, if you must know, it's because of the money you
cost me." Mad Hatter was happy to learn that Supergirl had nothing on under
her blouse, making her nipples that much easier for him to toy with.

Eyebrows furrowed on the lovely face. For as much as what she wished she
could smack the offending hands away from her chest, the Girl of Steel was
more than a little curious about what the strange little man was talking
about. "What money," she gasped out. Her index finger twitched slightly,
being about the most amount of movement she had yet been able to muster.

"Incredible, you shouldn't be able to do anything. But beyond this
troubling fact, you may remember a little incident you and the little baby
bat came across. I had arranged to give away some free phone cards after
the basketball game a few nights ago. Too bad the exiting fans didn't know
that the cards were actually some of my mind controllers. I planned on
using them as helpful puppets, sending them out to gather up money and
jewels from the downtown area for me. A plan, which would have brought me
millions if not for your meddling interference."

"Bat. Batgirl?" Only through extreme mental effort could Supergirl finally
form the word.

Infuriated by her persistent defiance of his control, Mad Hatter slapped at
the great set of boobs in front of him. Not that he could ever cause the
Kryiptonian physical pain. But it did make him feel momentarily better.

"Yes, I think it's about time for you to be reacquainted with your friend.
Why don't you step closer my sweet?" Hatter rubbed his hands together
gleefully as the black clad crime fighter walked into the room, stepping
right into his open arms. Supergirl didn't know where it was, but from the
submissive way Batgirl was acting, it was a sure thing that she was wearing
one of Mad Hatter's mind toys.

"You two will be very sorry you interfered with my plans," the master
criminal said as he allowed his hands to wander over Batgirl's trim body.
"So I think it's about time for you to begin paying me back. Let's start
with you, my dear," he said, taking a step away from Batgirl. "Why don't
you do a sexy little dance for me?"

With the order planted in her mind, the masked girl went into a slow,
sensuous dance. Moving to music playing only in her own head, Batgirl's
hips twisted and churned in ways that would have been impossible for most
professional dancers. Using her hands, yellow-gloved fingers moved up and
down over her body, offering up her proud breasts to her small audience.

"Very nice. Very nice indeed," Mad Hatter grinned, his breathing was
becoming labored as he watched the sexy performance. "But I think you can
do better. Why don't you strip for us now?"

A shocked gasp escaped from Supergirl's slowed lips. There had to be
something she could do to stop this. Something she could do to prevent the
humiliation about to befall her friend.

With the grace of a ballet star, and the physical talent of an all-star
stripper, Batgirl worked at removing her uniform. Slowly she unveiled her
lovely body. Perfect breasts gently swayed as she dropped the black
bodysuit to the ground, hips gyrating in a maddening way, as she stood
before them naked other than her cowl.

"This is fantastic. Damn! I wouldn't have thought she'd have a shaved
pussy. I love it," Mad Hatter admitted, a bit of drool falling from one
side of his mouth. "Too bad I didn't set up some video cameras. Think of
how many tapes I could sell of this performance." Absently wiping his mouth
dry, he turned his attention back to Supergirl. "I believe I once read that
your cousin could open up his senses to such a point that he could perform
micro surgery that no other doctor could attempt. Is this true?"

She didn't know how the mind control device worked, but Supergirl suddenly
found her mouth opening and an unwanted answer spilled out. "Yes. Both of
us make use of hyper sensitivity when the need arises."

"Good! I believe that's how you can hear cries for help from miles away.
So if it works for some senses, why not all of them? Let's try a little
test. I want you to allow your body to become as sensitive as it possibly
can. Open your senses fully to everything," Mad Hatter commanded.

Supergirl's head jerked up, eyes crunching shut as she thought her eardrums
might explode. Every sound in the room was amplified a million times. The
sound of Mad Hatter's rapidly beating heart was as loud as thundering jet
engine. The glow from Green Lantern's power ring became the crackling
energy of a thousand power plants.

Mad Hatter instantly understood his error. "You may filter out sound and
smell, but keep the sensitivity of touch as strong as possible."

The room seemed to have gone silent for a moment and Supergirl sighed an
internal, silent relief. Following orders, she did notice that her skin
could feel the air currents moving from the others as they breathed. Her
own uniform was feeling almost unbearably rough where it touched her body.
The simple act of breathing caused the normally smooth fabric to feel like a
hasp file being worked over her now overly sensitive nerves.

"Better. Much better," the villain said happily. "Let's see how this
changes things."

Once again the criminal mastermind helped himself to the Maid of Might's
chest. Taking one in each sweaty hand, he began roughly kneading the
sizable globes. This time his attentions were such that not even the mighty
Supergirl could ignore. With her own body betraying her, whispered moans
wormed their way out from between clenched lips. Mad Hatter laughed out
loud as he felt twin nipples plump up under his twisting fingers.

"But I think you can do a better job of this. I know that you're still
invulnerable, but that does not prevent you from feeling things, does it?
Take off your blouse and show us all those super tits." Hatter demanded.

For as much as what Supergirl didn't want to help with her own humiliation,
she was almost thankful for the opportunity to rid herself of the
restrictive clothing. The bright blue tunic barely hit the floor before her
captor had a new suggestion.

"It was fun playing with you, but there is the point of needing to punish
you for what you cost me. With your super body, I don't think there is much
I could do to hurt you. But that shouldn't stop you from causing a bit of
discomfort. Take hold on your nipples. Good, now pinch them. No! Pinch
them hard!"

Gasping, the Girl of Steel did as he demanded. Gripping hard on her
stiffened buds, she applied far greater pressure on the tender buds than
what her captor ever could have caused. In her hyper sensitive state the
nerves from her tender tips screamed at her. Trapped by her own body,
Supergirl tortured herself, unable to prevent a single second of the
building pain.

Clapping his hands like a happy child at the circus, Mad Hatter wanted more.
"Yank them too! Pull on those tits as you grip down harder on those nips."

Head exploding with mind numbing agony, Supergirl tried to will her fingers
to open. Visualizing her hands opening and her boobs swinging away free.
Wishing that she could regain control of her own body only so she could stop
this unendurable torture.

With her face turning purple from her pain inflecting efforts, Supergirl
stretched her nipples further away from her chest. Increasing the pressure
in her fingertip as if actually trying to tear the tender nubs right off of
her tits.

"Come on! Get into it. I don't want to see you playing with yourself, pull
harder." As if to show his prisoner how, Mad Hatter grabbed hold of
Supergirl's wrists, jerking on them with all his weight.

"Please. " The Girl of Steel whimpered softly. "Don't make me."

The loud laughter bursting from the demented little man easily drowned out
anything else Supergirl might have said.

"I've got to get a recording of this. If nothing else I've got to get a
video camera so I can get some good shots of you fucking yourself." Hatter
so loved the burning glare he got from his captive, that he had to push that
hot button again. "I can hardly wait to see fist fucking your own pussy.
Or better yet, doing it to your ass!"

"Bastard!" Her curse was hardly more than a whisper, but her rage could be
felt across the room.

"That will cost you. Okay, stop," he allowed. "You can leave your tits
alone. But rather than just standing around, why don't you take off that
cute skirt and panties."

Watching through helpless eyes, Supergirl did as she was told. She felt
color returning to her cheeks as she revealed herself before the other
three.

The garishly garbed villain grabbed Batgirl, pulling her closer to the now
statue-like blonde. "I want to see another kind of show. Why don't you two
get friendlier? I'm sure you like each other, so why not show me how much
by giving each other a big kiss? Pretend you are very much in love with
each other. Right NOW!"

Supergirl couldn't believe this was really happening. Cursing her body for
not obeying her, she had no choice but to pull the other woman's body up in
a lover's embrace. Facing drawing in, two mouths opened, tongues searching
for a mate. She didn't know if Batgirl was feeling as betrayed by her body
as she was, but shockingly she found herself giving in to the heated passion
of the kiss. With the rest of her senses working in overdrive, the
sensation of feeling Batgirl's hardened nipples pressing up against her own
was causing a strange excitement she couldn't explain.

As the kiss went on, Batgirl's hands began to wander. Gliding over rounded
ass cheeks, one hand dipped down lower. Slender fingers gently traced their
way between twin fleshy ass mounds until finally making contact with the
slit hidden lower.

How much of this was Mad Hatter's doing Supergirl didn't know. She chose to
believe that he was working the redhead crime buster like a puppet master,
forcing the other crime fighter to perform these lurid acts. But could she
be sure? Maybe Batgirl really wanted this. Supergirl had heard stories
about Catwoman and still others concerning Wonder Woman's sexual
preferences. What if Batgirl also preferred the company of women?
An involuntary shutter rippled through Supergirl, follow by another when one
long fingernail lightly flicked over her clit!

More than ever Supergirl wished she could cry out. Initially she wished she
could beg for an end to this nightmare. Yet there was a darker corner of
her brain wanting for more to happen. Praying that the sole digit would
spend even more time with her pleasure center. The Girl of Steel couldn't
remember a time when she had felt more sexually excited. Her tender female
center quickly moistening as one dream came true, and her clit was further
toyed with.

"Let's not be selfish, eh Supergirl?" Mad Hatter slowly circled the two
women as he studied their heated embrace. Getting more and more turned on
as he watched their mouths slipping across each other as they continued to
kiss. "It looks like you're doing a lot more receiving than giving. Seems
rather out of character, don't your think? Why don't you reach down and
give your partner a little pleasure?"

The words were no sooner out of his mouth before Supergirl found her hand
wandering down between their bodies. Sliding over Batgirl's smooth hips,
fingers strong enough to crush a diesel truck traced their way to the girl's
smooth sex mound. Lightly stroking, Supergirl exactly matched the loving
touch being bestowed between her own legs.

They were providing the happy villain with a much better show than he could
ever have imagined. "Such perfect bodies! I could watch the two of you for
the rest of my life." Mad Hatter suddenly became very aware of his own
painfully throbbing erection. He let out a chilling, cold laugh. "Well.
maybe I could want for a bit more than simply watching."

Nubile bodies began to slowly rub and writhe together. What Supergirl didn't know was how much of it was from the honest excitement growing between
them, and how much was being controlled by the demented will their captor.
Could Mad Hatter hold influence over them without uttering a single word?
And if so, did that mean he could also read their minds?
Because if that was the case, then maybe there would be no way for them to
ever plan an escape!

"Those fingers are doing a pretty good job, aren't they?" Hatter was still
pacing around their squirming forms, watching and slowly stroking at his
still covered erection. "So why not try for something more fun? She doesn't look all that heavy to me, Supergirl. I'm sure you could hold on to her,"
he giggled, his unsettled mind beginning to show through in a most
frightening way.

Without any effort, earth's mightiest girl grabbed her unwilling playmate
around the waist, turned her over upside down, and hugged her up tight. Up
close and very personal. Drawing the seemingly weightless body in until
Supergirl's mouth was nearly making contact with a pair of hairless pink
pussy lips!

This was a humiliation Supergirl wasn't about to allow to happen to herself.
Although she no longer held sway over her own actions, miraculously she was
able to close her eyes. At least she was able to shut her off visually from
the horror she knew was coming.

"Go ahead my dears. Open your mouths and take a little taste." Mad Hatter
was clapping his hands together gleefully. "And once you do, you'll
discover that you love the flavor. Better yet, you love each other more
then anyone else you've ever known, and that the touch of your lover makes
you want to cum!"

Afraid that she might start to wretch at any second, Supergirl felt her lips
part. Ever so slowly her tongue stretched out until it found soft wetness.
Discovering the most exquisite taste she had ever encountered!

A taste she couldn't get enough of. Quickly sending her tongue out for
more. Opening her mouth wide so she could glue her lips over the pink folds
bubbling up a well of sweet nectar.

At the same time she felt Batgirl reaching hands around her hips. Finding
purchase there, she pulled Supergirl's thighs far enough apart so that a
loving mouth could press in closer. With slender fingers holding open
blonde pussy petals to make way for an exploring and inquisitive tongue.

"That's not fair Supergirl. Open you eyes! Take a good, long look at your
fellow crime fighter. Isn't that the prettiest little pussy you've ever
seen? Or tasted?" Hatter could feel the torrent of mortification flowing
through the powerless heroine as she followed his command. This was more
than worth all the planning and effort that had been required to bring his
enemies to this point.

More than ever before, Supergirl hated the villain forcing her to defile
herself in this manner. She was filled with revulsion as blue eyes cracked
open, forced to stare at the flowing female sex before her. Then digging in
all the more intently as the thrill of pleasing her lover overcame her.

Suddenly both women were moaning passionately into each other's love hole as
they pleasured themselves. Wet slurping noises filled the room as they
tried to suction each other dry. Flicking tongues driving clit nerves to
the very brink.

Double - screaming - ORGASMS!

Followed shortly by another. and another. and another.

"Enough!" the purple clad villain demanded. "I can only stand to see so
much of this! Put her down Supergirl. Gently, I don't think she has
anywhere near your endurance."

Batgirl stood on trembling legs, her body still responding to the though
tongue lashing she had experienced. Supergirl was somehow able to glance
down, embarrassed and disgusted by the way her nipples were standing out so
rock hard. Hating that they screamed out silently for even more attention.
Knowing they needed to be held, squeezed and chewed!

Mad Hatter was still idly rubbing at his crotch. "Damn! That was the
hottest show I've ever seen. I should have done this a long time ago. All
this time I've concentrated on mental control, when there was ever so much
more. Just think about all the fun we've missed out on."

Stepping behind the heroines, Hatter shivered with delight as he ran his
hands up and down their smooth sides. Allowing himself the pleasure of
letting his fingers wander over exquisitely smooth hips, beautifully curved
asses and incredibly firm tit mounds. "Ah, but where to start?" He
pondered this sweet dilemma for a few more moments as his fingers began
poking at dripping wet snatches. Because of the earlier commands given the
trapped women, both were soon giving in to the erotic stirrings being caused
the man's touch.

The scoundrel shook his head sadly. "I'm just afraid that I don't trust you
Supergirl. You seem capable of resisting me for short periods of time. I
don't understand how you are able to do this, but I'm not about to take the
chance of you taking advantage to hurt me during one brief flash of freedom.
So I think I'll take my pleasure with the little bat. But I don't want you
to feel left out Supergirl, so how about if friend Lantern keeps you
amused?"

The Maid of Might couldn't believe her ears. Mad Hatter couldn't possibly
be serious, could he? After all, the Emerald Knight would never think of.
A thought forced from her mind as she saw a flash of green energy that
caused a sudden opening in the front of Green Lantern's tights. An opening
more than sufficient to let the hero's sizable cock leap free!

"First things first old boy," Mad Hatter said to his powerful puppet. "How
about providing a little place of rest?" The ring on Green Lantern's finger
glowed as an oversized bed formed. Hatter patted the plush mattress,
testing it for comfort before jumping on. "Perfect! Now, why don't you see
what you can do to make me even more comfortable Batgirl?"

The nimble nude quickly appeared at his side, her fingers going right for
Mad Hatter's belt buckle and zipper. Not waiting to wrestle his pants off,
Batgirl dipped her head down so she could lavish the waiting cock with soft
kisses. Lips opening, she welcomed the purpled knob. At first her pink
tongue slowly washed over the fleshy tip, working back and forth until Mad
Hatter couldn't keep his hips still any longer. Uncontrollably he began
thrusting his hips forward and back.

"I do believe I made the right choice," the villain announced, one hand
reaching to grab at the back of the black cowl. Holding Batgirl steady as
he began pushing his erection ever deeper into her seemingly willing mouth.

"What are waiting for, Lantern? Aren't you interested in sampling our
little blonde heroine? Find a suitable position and have at her," the
grinning criminal ordered. "And please keep in mind Supergirl, that Green
Lantern is one of the good guys, so make sure you don't hurt him by losing
control over that power pussy of yours. Wouldn't want to accidentally rip
his dork off, eh?"

Supergirl silently cursed the man, wishing it were Mad Hatter trying to
violate her. For if that were the case, all it would take is for her to
regain some brief control of herself, even for one microsecond, to punish
him. It certainly would be a joy to clamp down on his very mortal organ
with her super powered pussy!

But she couldn't do that against the Justice Leaguer. Instead she would
have to allow the hero to add to her degradation. Letting him take her body
as Mad Hatter commanded.

With another glow from one of the most powerful weapons in the universe, a
padded bench appeared before the stunned blonde. The green piece of
furniture that was just the right height so the pad pressed up against her
stomach as she was moved a step forward. Planting one hand between her
shoulders, Green Lantern forced Supergirl to bend over at the waist. The
action aiming her upturned ass right at his rigid cock. As he kicked at her
ankles, spreading shapely legs to gain easier access, Supergirl could only
hope that their mutual captor was forcing these actions from Green Lantern.

She really didn't want to think that he could ever want to have her like
this!

Spread and vulnerable in such a way she had never experienced before,
Supergirl could only wait. With her hyper attuned senses still working
overtime, Supergirl felt the pressure wave caused by the approaching cock
long before it made actual contact. Making the torment all the more
intolerable, knowing what was about to happen without being able to prevent
any of it. Her mind racing with lurid thoughts and prayers for escape right
up to the very second that Green Lantern's manhood nudged against her wet
slit.

"NO!" she wanted to scream. "Not like this! You don't have to do it Green
Lantern!" But the words never formed. For the first time, despair crept
into Supergirl's heart.

The hero standing behind her gradually increased pressure against her
womanly opening, the first two inches of his hardened prick finally
stretching her apart. Then just as suddenly, he stopped. Taking firm hold
on tilted hips, Green Lantern shoved himself inside her with one shattering
thrust. With her overly sensitive pussy unable to bare what was happening
to her, Supergirl climaxed violently.

Repeatedly!

Mad Hatter leaned his head back so he could better watch his blonde
prisoner, driving his rod down Batgirl's throat until her lips were lost,
buried away in his pubic curls. "My. My. That seems like a rather good
start. What else can you do with her?"

And Supergirl felt her heart turn to ice, knowing that the little man had
witnessed the orgasms that had been forced from her unwilling body. She
hated being unable to do anything but accept the fact that she was going to
be used and degraded for no other reason than his manic pleasure.

"Mustn't let you have too much fun though." He buried himself into the
opened oral tunnel to the hilt, holding Batgirl down until her face began
turning colors from lack of breathing. "So why don't you do something to
help amuse us, Supergirl? I'd love to see you grab hold of those super tits
of yours. More to the point, squeeze them. Hard. And slap them too," he
laughed. "I want to see you use those tits like punching bags. Maybe I can
't cause you any real pain, but you sure as hell can."

Responding instantly to his request, Supergirl began abusing herself.
Alternating between yanking on tender nipples, as if to twisting them right
off her perfect mounds, and racking her nails deeply across equally perfect
skin. Hitting at herself with a strength she had rarely experienced from
any fight she had ever had against a super powered foe. Torturing herself,
and all of it made worse because of her heightened awareness. Every nerve
in her tormented boobs screaming out with agony.

Even as those same nerves in her pussy flooded in pleasure as Green Lantern
hammered his cock at her wetness. Her need for orgasmic release growing far
greater than her awareness of unbearable pain could prevent.

"Enough play," Mad Hatter told Batgirl. "Get up on top of me, and fuck that
cock like your life depends on it!"

With his restraining grasp removed from her head, the sexy nude crime
fighter straddled his hips with a single, fluid movement. With her bald
slit still wet from the earlier coupling, Batgirl had no problem slipping
the waiting dong inside. Bring hands up to her breasts; offering them up to
the man beneath her, Batgirl began moving her body. Using only the strength
in her thighs, she slowly pumped up and down on Mad Hatter's shaft.
Gradually gaining speed, the only direct contact between their bodies was
along those few inches where they were joined.

In no time at all, the villain was grunting and groaning his pleasure. With
Batgirl showing a talent for eroticism far beyond anything he could have
dreamt possible, he knew he would not be able to last for long. Her nimble
body honed to physical perfection, she seemed tireless as she humped him
quickly towards heaven.

Reaching out for the offered nipples, he made a fresh order. "Excite
yourself. You want to cum. Let me see you go crazy!"

Shifting slightly, aiming her hips at a new angle, Batgirl found a way to
better press her clit against the shaft sliding in and out of her. The
swollen nerve bundle was suddenly screaming for more attention. Craving it
as the girl began twisting her hips in a corkscrew motion. Trapping the
invading cock deep within her at the bottom of each stroke, before clamping
down and rotating.

Eyes rolling back in their sockets, Batgirl slowed momentarily as a
momentous orgasm rocked through her body. Held partially in place by the
hands squeezing her tits until she could recover, her hips went back to work
on the invading pole. Refusing to give up on her assigned task even as her
sweet humping triggered a second equally powerful climax. She was on the
verge of another when it was the man's turn.

"YES!!!" the strange little man yelled out. "Never been. fucked like that.
ever before." he sputtered as his nut sack emptied out into the encompassing
snatch.

And the instant she had archived her goal, Batgirl's body came to an abrupt
halt, freezing in place as she straddled his crotch. Like a machine that
had been turned off she awaited further orders.

Mad Hatter waited until his cock finished twitching inside it's new warm
home. As he felt what was left of his erection melting away, he
unceremoniously pushed Batgirl away from his body. Landing on her back,
legs wantonly spread, she made no move at all to cover herself. Remaining
absolutely motionless until.

"Touch yourself. Play with that pussy until you cum," her puppet master
commanded. "And keep on playing with that pussy until I tell you to stop."

Watching as three fingers from one hand buried themselves away, pumping in
and out of the pink slot at a furious rate, while using the other hand to
strum away at her clit, Mad Hatter enjoyed the show for another couple of
Batgirl's orgasms. Then his attention drifted over to the still thrashing
couple behind him.

Still going at it with all the enthusiasm imagined possible from a Super
Hero, Green Lantern humped away with a steady, pounding rhythm.
Invulnerable as they are, Supergirl's ass still produced a loud slapping
noise as the Emerald Knight drove his cock home with an ever-increasing
speed.

Mad Hatter leaned closer, giving himself a better view of Supergirl's
ravaged breasts. Her hands stayed where he put them as he moved her
clawing, twisting fingers away so he could enjoy the damage he had caused.
The once perfect mounds were now radiating a most painful red from the long
and though self-abuse. Long claw marks zigzagged all over the once flawless
mounds. What made the villain most proud though, were the streams of tears
rolling down the heroine's face. He felt no shame at laughing out loud at
her mortification, having no true idea about the true degree of agony the
blonde had been forced to endure. Had he known the truth, Mad Hatter would
have been amazed that her brain was still in any way intact.

An increase in grunting from behind his super powered prisoner diverted Mad
Hatter's attention. Without doubt Green Lantern was about to finish.
Giving the criminal another idea for further torment. "Don't cum inside
her. When you're ready, move over here. Let her give you a nice friendly
kiss."

Quickly moving out of the hero's way, Hatter took a handful of blonde hair,
jerking Supergirl's head up. Holding it at a perfect, hip high position.
"Open your mouth, my pretty." The villain's gleeful laughter filled the
room as he patiently waited.

He didn't need to wait long.

Jerking free of her juicy hole, Green Lantern rushed around the padded bar,
the first jet of his jizz shooting out to reach for the opened mouth a split
second before he jammed the rest of his slime coated cock between waiting
lips. Humping her face with the same hammering thrusts that had been
abusing her ass cheeks only second earlier, the uniformed hero shot the rest
of his spew.

"Take it all! Close your lips and suck every drop of that cum away," Hatter
demanded.

Supergirl had hoped to just stay in place, leaving her mouth slightly open
so that the offending salty cream would have an opportunity to ooze out.
Wishing it would drain out of her mouth before she would have need to taste
much of it. A hope quickly shattered with a few simple words uttered by a
perverted man. Words, which now sealed both her lips and her fate, as
Supergirl found herself swallowing down a heavy load of sex jelly.

Once his balls were empty, Green Lantern came to a complete halt, standing
at attention before the helpless girl. His cock still lodged between her
bruised lips.

"Make sure you've gulped down all he has," Hatter told his sex play toy.
"And when you're done, lick his cock clean. Just like the good little super
slut you are."

For as much what she hated doing as instructed, she hated what she saw even
more once Green Lantern stepped away from her face. Poor Batgirl was still
lying on the floor, her fingers continuously plunging in and out of her
angry red pussy lips. Red hair flew furiously as her head thrashed from
side to side as each new orgasm ripped through her body.

Anger flowed through Supergirl, building inside like lava gaining heat and
swelling just before a volcanic eruption. She almost heard the sound first.
Then she noticed that there was a small smoldering spot appearing on the
floor before her. A small plume of smoke rose from where her heat vision
had been unleashed for the briefest of moments. "Great!" she sadly thought.
"All these powers, this boundless strength I possess, and the best I can do
is act like a worn out wood burning tool."

"Was that good? Did you enjoy your meal? I'm sure that Green Lantern
enjoyed giving it to you," the demented villain gloated.

Through clenched teeth, Supergirl sputtered out, "I'll. make. you. pay. !"

Face burning with anger, Mad Hatter stamped his foot. "I can't believe you!
You shouldn't be able to blink by yourself, let alone threaten me. This is
most disconcerting. How can I trust you?"

Rooting around through a pile of boxes stacked in one corner of the room,
Hatter pulled out a glossy magazine. Flipping quickly past pages, he found
one he liked, holding it before the Emerald Warrior. "I find it surprising
how little imagination my new best friend seems to have about these things.
But once I show him something he can copy it perfectly. Take this pose from
a most raunchy bondage magazine as an example. Here, do this to Supergirl."

Green energy charged the room. Unable to do as much as turn her head to
see, The Girl of Steel could only guess at what might happen to her. She
didn't have long to worry. Jade colored straps formed around her, drawing
her elbows backwards, pulling ever tighter until the joints came painfully
together. The same thing was happening at both wrists and ankles. Still
bend over the padded bar, Supergirl felt as Mad Hatter's hands pulled her
feet from the floor.

"No, cross her ankles first," he ordered. The band holding her booted feet
together evaporated. Even as she felt the villain moving her into the
desired position, a new band made itself known. "Now connect the ankle and
elbow straps, just like in the photo I showed you." Supergirl was unable to
stop her body from being pulled into a tight back arch. With sickening
slowness the newest strap continued to shrink. Before Mad Hatter stopped
the ring slinger, Supergirl felt as the heels of her boots came up to touch
just below her bound elbows.

"Up in the air with her!" Clapping like a spiteful child, Mad Hatter
watched as a heavy chain appeared, joining in with the rest of the green
glowing bondage to wench Supergirl up to dangle helplessly in the middle of
the room.

The strict restraint thrust Supergirl's magnificent breasts away from her
body. Still discolored from her self-abuse, the lovely mounds were more
than what Mad Hatter could ignore. Palming one in each hand, he took turns
between caressing and slapping them. And to ward off boredom, at times he
would rudely tweak an erect nipple.

"I think I'll be safer if I give you something else to think about. Revenge
is a bad thing. At least when it's being aimed in my direction. I'm also
doing this because you're pissing me off by continuing to rebel against me."
That said he pulled out a new magazine. Supergirl didn't like the evil
laugh that came from the criminal as he shared the picture with Green
Lantern.

Stepping in front of the suspended blonde, he showed Supergirl the photo.
"I don't suppose you've ever heard of a fucking machine? No, I don't think
you goody-goody types would. All you spandex kids would be too high and
mighty to look around at this kind of smut. So allow me to introduce you to
a new toy."

Supergirl wished she could make her eyes close. She didn't want to look at
the foul photo being held inches in front of her face. And she certainly
didn't want to think about what was going to happen to her if Lantern was
about to duplicate it. The photo showed a nude woman strapped face down on
a table, her legs opened wide, large dildos filling both offered openings.
Most frightening was that both dildos were attached to a motorized device of
some kind. As she was forced to look at the lewd snapshot, Supergirl felt
the first invader nudging at pussy. Juicy after her wild coupling with
Green Lantern the first green dong easily penetrated her hungry opening.
The second, just as large as the flesh and blood cock sported by the Emerald
Gladiator, had a tougher time. Beads of sweat formed on Green Lantern's
forehead as he concentrated harder and harder, pouring more power from his
wondrous ring. Slowly stuffing inch after painful inch of green glowing
cock up Supergirl's unlubricated ass!

With her mind still in its hypersensitive state, the double invasion was as
excruciating as it was thrilling. She wanted to scream out her anguish. At
least that small action could have given her some form of release. But all
she could do is hang there and accept the new torture. Just as Supergirl
began to grow accustomed to this outrageous stuffing, the filling dildos
moved. Her mind snapped back to the photo, to the sex machine, and what
this meant to her. The ass-stuffer was first, slowly withdrawing,
retreating almost to the point where her sphincter could snap shut. Then it
reversed direction. Drilling back into what had only moments ago been
virgin territory. And as her tightest channel was being tested, the cock in
her pussy pulled back, leaving the Girl of Steel with a strange empty
sensation.

A feeling she did not have long to wonder about. In and out, alternating in
their action, the twin cocks did their work. Continuously. Tirelessly.
Thrusting. ramming their way in and through the helpless Supergirl.
Pounding away brutally at her ass pucker and sore pussy.

Mad Hatter wasn't finished with the Princess of Power yet. He had already
dug out new things to torment the heroine with. "Having fun yet? Maybe
some different toys will help." He held out another dildo for his captive
to see. It was a horrible looking thing. The entire length was covered
with rough knobs and sharp ribs. This wasn't a pleasure tool, it was a
device designed to hurt a woman in the worst of ways. Something meant for
shredding the insides of a female!

"Why don't you make the cocks inside her look like these?" Supergirl
instantly felt the change in texture. The cruel rasping of her tender inner
channels becoming more than what she could bare. New worlds of suffering
and pain exploded within her mind. Supergirl honestly did not know how much
more of this cruelty she could take. With her mind forced to magnify every
sensation being fed to her, she knew there had to be a limit to what even
she could endure. A point where her brain could accept no more. Insanity
drawing ever closer with every penetrating cock thrust.

"And let's add some of these," Mad Hatter offered, looking the prisoner over
as an artist considering whether to add a splash of color to a canvas.
Green Lantern looked at the photo, using his power ring to form nasty,
biting nipple clamps, attaching them to vulnerable hanging breasts.
Unbreakable green rope anchored the vicious clamps to the floor. The slight
sway of Supergirl's body caused by the continuous pummeling from the
motorized dildos would be jerked to a sudden stop as the ropes came up
short. Each new fuck cycle driving fresh momentum into her suspended body,
movement which could only be stopped by the yanking attachment of the nipple
presses.

"I feel better now, knowing that your mind is otherwise occupied," Mad
Hatter said, running fingers through long blonde hair. "At least I don't
think you're busy planning some escape attempt. Don't worry; your suffering
won't go on for too much longer. Just long enough for me to make some other
arrangements for you.

"The difference between you and these others is that my control over them is
complete. If Batgirl and Green Lantern are aware of anything, they might
think they are asleep and dreaming. Their mental capacity, and personality
are totally hidden away, making them completely open to me. Such,
unfortunately, is not true for you. With your great power, this is a chance
I cannot afford to take. So maybe I'll auction you off." If Supergirl had
been able, she would have gasped out loud. "I'm sure that Lex Luther would
love to get his hands on you. And I believe he has a personal stash of
Kryptonite that will be perfectly suited to help control you."

For the first time, icy cold fear closed over Supergirl's heart. There were
few thoughts more horrible that could cross her mind than that of finding
herself in the clutches of that bald madman. Without doubt, he would
torture and kill her just for the amusement value. Purposely doing it in
such away to also torture and hurt her cousin, Superman. Engineering her
death in such a way that it could never be legally connected back to him,
but knowing that Superman would always suspect the truth.

"Lantern, string this one up." Barely a second later shimmering green
straps attached themselves to Batgirl's wrists and ankles. Yanking the
beautiful daredevil off the ground, Batgirl was suspended and spread out
embarrassedly wide. Completely vulnerable to any attack.

"This should more than make up for any money I may have lost out on, thanks
to you two." Hatter caused the Emerald Crusader to move Batgirl's bondage
until she floats, her smooth pussy almost pressed into Supergirl's face.
"First will be the reward I'm sure Luther will offer for turning you over to
him Supergirl. Then there will be my next crime spree. One, which will be
perfectly executed with the help of my new associate, Green Lantern. Why
don't you make your friend feel good? I know how much you love the taste of
her sweet little snatch. Oh, and there's the extra added flavor of my cum
mixed in there too. I'm sure you'll like that."

From the instant she saw the puffy red lips of Batgirl's sex, all Supergirl
had wanted was to lick and kiss. Wanting just to savor the liquid sweetness
she knew she would find there. The desire to lavish that pearl like clit
with a flicking tongue was overpowering. Almost enough to make her forget
about wanting to gag at the first taste of Mad Hatter's spunk. The gooey
white spew had been smeared all over Batgirl's crotch when she had been busy
finger fucking herself for the pleasure of the villain.

But the only way she had to bring bliss to her costumed lover also meant
slurping up mouthfuls of Mad Hatter's sick seed. Drinking deep his spent
cum.

The sight of the two sexy women thrashing about in their bondage was having
a profound effect on the villain. Soon his manhood was once again
throbbing, demanding attention for itself. Luckily he had a most willing
companion close at hand. Unzipping and pulling his erect cock free, Mad
Hatter took hold on a cowled head. Tilting Batgirl's head back to the
perfect angle, he wrenched her mouth open, helping himself to the back of
her wet throat.

"That's right. Suck that cock. Because if you don't do a good job sucking on
my crank, I'll take Supergirl away from you. You don't want to lose touch
with the love of your life, do you?"

Magic words spurred the lovely crime fighter to make a quick meal of thick
meat prying her jaws apart. Twitching her hips as Supergirl's twirling
tongue coaxed another orgasm out from her clit, Batgirl sucked hard and
long, the man's full balls bouncing off her forehead each time he shoved
himself at her.

"This is too good not to share," Hatter grunted as he screwed the heroine's
face. "Lantern, take the place of the cock filling Supergirl's ass. Give
her a nice hard goodbye fuck."

It required making a change in Supergirl's bondage to make her accessible to
his rigid shaft, but even the new position did not make things easier for
the suffering blonde. She was still tightly bowed in an awkward angle, the
only difference was that her ankles were no longer crossed. Stretched wide,
her already opened asshole lay exposed to his advance.

Thrusting faster and more furiously than the motorized dongs ever had, the
hero fucked Supergirl's pliant ass.

Mad Hatter was first to give in. Being the recipient of a fantastic
blowjob, he felt the tightening in his balls, a sure sign of the explosion
soon to come. Yanking himself free, he shoved Batgirl out of the way,
grabbing a handful of blonde hair.

"Don't you dare think of trying anything stupid," he warned the defeated
heroine. "Just take your meal like a good girl. Because I'm not sure what
might happen if you were to do something to injure me while I have your
friends under my control. It might permanently fry their minds, and you
wouldn't want that on your conscious, would you?"

Then he shoved his cock in her mouth. Still wet from being in Batgirl's
throat, the rod plunged deeply, humping every inch of its length into her
oral cavity. Hips jerking rapidly, he shot a gooey wad between her lips. C
arefully timing the face fuck so that he could pull out at just the right
moment, spattering the last jet of his sticky jizz on Supergirl's forehead.
Holding her up by a handful of hair as the milky cream oozed down to cover
her nose, before slowly dripping down from off her chin.

"This is the way I'll always remember you, Supergirl. Defeated by the
genius of the Mad Hatter. Brought to your knees, humbled, and best of all,
well fucked - by me! But not quite like how Luther is going to fuck you.
Only I think he is going to fuck you over in ways I can only imagine."

Standing in place, Hatter enjoyed the sensation of having the world's most
powerful girl draining the last few drops of semen from his balls. His ego
swelling even faster than what his cock was wilting away. A flashing pink
tongue swirling around the limp meat as Supergirl cleaned him of any trace
of their oral coupling.

Pulling away, Mad Hatter turned his attention to the hanging body of
Batgirl. Leaving Supergirl to be ass fucked by the viral hero. "This is
where my real fun will be. Yes the physical control adds a new dimension
for me, but it has always been the mental aspect of complete control that
fascinates."

Batgirl didn't give as much as a twitch as Mad Hatter ran his hands over her
bound figure. Fingers probed at her wet slit and ass pucker, all without
any negative response. There wasn't as much as a flicker of an eyelid when
he cruelly began slapping at her tits, vindictively pinching her nipples.

"Right now Batgirl and Green Lantern are in a dream-like state mentally.
But what happens when I adjust their control bands so that they begin to
wake up? What happens when they become more like how you are now,
Supergirl? Aware of their surroundings, but unable to take any independent
action? That will be the true torture for Batgirl, when she discovers what
the rest of her life will be like. Waking up to the realization that from
now on she will be serving as my sex toy. I'm sure that she will struggle
at first, wanting to rebel, but unlike you Supergirl, she has no super
powers that might allow her an avenue for escape. All she will be able to
is obey my every command, being utterly aware of her powerless position.
Trust me, this type of mental torture has broken far stronger people. At
some point her mind will be unwilling to continue accepting her fate, and it
will simply turn off. That's when I really win!"

Supergirl tried once more, for about the millionth time to move. More than
anything she wanted to get at this man. To shake him, to protect her
friends. well, to do anything to end this madness.

"And with my new private army, the unstoppable power of Green Lantern, think
of what else I could do. Money, art, jewels all of these he can bring to
me. Using his power ring I'll be able to plant my mind control devices on
anyone. So when Batgirl's brain turns to mush, maybe I'll replace her with
another of your costumed girlfriends. That Black Canary certainly is cute.
Or maybe Catwoman."

There was a change in Green Lantern's body rhythm. He was ramming her ass
faster now, her tension-taut rump making slapping noises each time he
bounced off of her. She was sure that the increased speed signaled that he
was quickly approaching his own climax. Was it just her imagination, or did
she actually feel his cock swelling even larger within her?

The time was near. She knew from the last time Green Lantern had fucked
her, he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. Just as she was sure
her bowels would be flooded with his cum, Hatter yanked on the hero's arm.

"NO! In her mouth. Make her take it like a slut!"

As directed, Green Lantern ripped his cock free, hurrying over to stab it in
between defenseless lips. Mad Hatter held Supergirl's head up, helping to
make it an easy target for the hero's assault.

"How's that taste? Still got plenty of your yummy butt cheese smeared all
over that cock?" The villain couldn't stop laughing as he taunted the
helpless Girl of Steel. "Go ahead, look at him. See the great super hero
coming to your rescue. Or is it that he's just cumming?"

Thick, white cream filled her mouth, ballooning Supergirl's cheeks out from
the volume of spunk. At least the salty taste was enough to replace the
foul flavor she had endured seconds ago.

Tears rolling down both cheeks, Supergirl looked up at Green Lantern's face,
hopefully searching for some sign of recognition. Something that might give
her a feeling of hope. Wishing that.

"Enjoy it while you can Supergirl. This might be the last bit of pleasure
you ever experience. I can just see Lex using some of that Kryptonite to
make a dildo. Think of it, being literally fucked to death!" Mad Hatter's
insane cackling echoed through the room.

Fresh anger flared inside her. Looking up at Green Lantern face only saw a
glassy stare from his eyes. If only that sweat band. Oh My GOD! She
thought!

Using the fury within, Supergirl focused her heat vision, its momentary
burst was just enough to burn a line down across the black band. The
mind-controlling device fell to the floor.

Shaking his head, the Emerald Crusader quickly took in what was going on
around him. Startled from his deep sleep, he concentrated on his power
ring. Three hands sped out. Two snagged hold of the thin black collars
circling each woman's slender throat, yanking them away before crushing them
into dust. The third hand increased in size until it closed over the
villain, literally gripping hold of Mad Hatter's whole body.

"NOOOO!!! It was a perfect plan!" Hatter wailed.

Quickly regaining her senses, Batgirl stormed across to the trapped man.
"You bastard!" The sound of her hand slapping his face filled the room.

Thankful that she could return her senses to a normal state, much of the
pain in Supergirl's body subsided. All of it except for the damage she had
done her own chest.

A sheepish look came over Green Lantern's face. Realization of what he had
been part of hit him fully. Leaving him too embarrassed to make any
mention. "How about if I find a prison cell for Mad Hatter?"

The naked heroines began pulling on their costumes as the two men
disappeared through an opening created in the ceiling by Green Lantern's
power ring.

"How about you?" Supergirl asked as Batgirl pulled on her boots.

"I'm pretty damn sore and tired. Nothing a few days in a hot tub couldn't
fix. What about you?"

"There's a nice tropical island I know. Comes complete with natural hot
springs. Interested?"

The smile was all the more answer needed. Sweeping Batgirl up in her arms,
the Girl of Steel flew them out of the building, heading west. It wasn't
long before she noticed how her one hand was molding itself around Batgirl's
tight ass. It was also very nice, the way that Batgirl was cradled against
her chest. One hand and her mouth working on one full mound under her blue
tunic.

Eyes locked for a moment before their mouths came together.

They made one hell of a fine duo. The world's finest.