Victory Party

 

By A_Bashful1

For over a decade the organization known as the Slaver’s Guild had been supplying the world with top quality slaves for all purposes.  They produced zealous thralls that whole heartedly loved and served their masters faithfully.  Anything from rogue scientist to blood thirsty killer, sadistic torturer to enthusiastic sex slaves, adroit thieves to fearless spies, as well as any combination imaginable was their stock and trade.  But above all, it was the devoted sex slaves that brought in the big money.

They were smart enough to spread their acquisitions out both in time and across distances.  Only three or four a week from each of Gotham, Metropolis, Gateway City, New York, Chicago, and Los Angeles kept the profile low enough to avoid detection.  Many times homeless people were dressed with the clothes of the victim and placed in a fiery accident to cover the disappearances and for many years they grew and prospered completely undetected by authorities.

Tonight in Gotham Harbor, the crowning moment of the Slaver’s Guild’s history was unfolding.  A dozen of their biggest clients each needed record numbers of new sex slaves by the end of the month and tonight was the first installment.  In the biggest single shipment of human merchandise in the Guild’s history, 60 sex slaves and 15 male solider slaves were lead onto an old freighter soon to depart for international waters and a meeting with their new masters.

Lou and Alex had worked this operation for almost five years.  Their job was to check the property’s bar code to ensure the customer was getting exactly who they were paying for.  As each code was scanned into the laptop, a 3-D image of the naked slave would appear on the screen with all the information; their description, slave ID, former name, new owner, function amongst other things.  Whether they were sent to Russian brothels, the harems of Arab princes, Asian sex clubs, porn producers world wide, or to drug cartels as prizes for quotas exceeded, all slaves passed through here first.

As Lou finished confirming slut number 60 for the night he exclaimed “Well, that is the last one for tonight, Alex.  Signal the captain its time to weigh anchor.”  But Alex replied “How can we be done?  There are still two more bitches to process!”  Lou looked up and sure enough, two beautiful women stood seductively before him.  Both the lithe athletic redhead and the enormously endowed blonde had the trademark look of lusty hunger mixed with a joyous stupor as every other minx they had processed tonight had.

Lou brought over the hand held scanner and personally checked both their IDs.  Instead of the heads up display that normally accompanies a scan; the computer chirped and displayed an “ID Damaged” error.  Lou inspected their wrist bands and exclaimed “Aw fuck!  The stupid cunts scratched their IDs up.”  Looking at the enthralled women he asked “OK slaves; tell me your designation and destinations?”  In throaty cheerful voices the women responded “We are sex slaves. We live to serve our masters!”  Lou growled back “That wasn’t what I asked, slaves.  What are your ID numbers and who are your masters?”  The women obediently replied “We are sex slaves.  The Slaver’s Guild is our masters.”  Lou looked back at Alex and said “Looks like a couple fresh fish got in the wrong line.  We will have to check with the boss about these two.”   Alex grabbed the two women by the arms while Lou grabbed the laptop and they all boarded the ship.  As soon as all were aboard, the gang plank raised and the ship began to maneuver out of port.  The Guild had paid the harbor master well for their midnight departure times and the lack of any security checks on leaving. 

As soon as they started down the hall, Alex began molesting the gorgeous blonde.  He pushed her against a bulkhead and began to kiss and knead her huge breasts.  His left hand expertly explored her exposed pussy as the slave moaned happily.  Suddenly Alex’s head shot to the side as Lou delivered a hard slap to his partner.  “What the hell is wrong with you,” he snapped!  “You know only the acquisition teams get to fuck the merchandise!”  Alex replied “Look at these whores!  Tell me you don’t want to fuck them as much as I do!  How can you resist THIS?”  Alex waved his hands from the blonde’s lovely face down past her tits with their rock hard nipples, past her quickly dampening bush, and took a long hard grab of her round ass cheek.  Lou pushed Alex hard into the metal wall and growled “Once they are on their way to delivery, they are to be kept pristine!  You know what the penalties for messing up property are.”  Alex grew pale as the reality of what almost happened sunk in.  The two slaves were lead to the owner’s cabin without further incident.

The Soul Hacker had been the undisputed leader of the Slaver’s Guild for many years.  He had remained at the top by being smart and by ensuring ‘production’ schedules.  When the women were lead into his room, he looked them over carefully.  “You say their IDs are damaged?”  Both the henchmen nodded in agreement.  “Yes Master Soul Hacker.”  The villain, deep in thought, nodded as he considered the possibilities.  He pulled something from his jacket pocket and responded “Well, let’s see if I have better luck.” 

The device in his hand looked similar to the scanners that Alex and Lou had used earlier, yet the emitter was blue, not red.  When his hand rose above their ID bracelets toward their faces, the women sprung into action.  The blonde twisted at impossible speed, grabbed the thug behind her, and flung him like a rag doll into the Soul Hacker.  An indigo blue light from the emitter bounced harmlessly off the ceiling as both villain and henchman slammed into the far wall unconscious.  The redhead may not have possessed the speed or strength of her friend, but she rendered her opponent equally unconscious with a judo throw and a few well placed hits to pressure points.  As she squeezed the ruby jewel in her earring she said “Batgirl to team.  The head is cut.  It’s time to finish off the rest of this serpent!”

The old ship rocked violently as something seemed to scoop the ship from the sea itself.  Powergirl growled at Batgirl “I could have done that as well as Kara.  Why did I have to be the sex toy instead of her?”  Batgirl finished securing the captives and laughed “Well, as cute as Kara is, she just doesn’t have the same… well, assets you do.  This pair was so busy drooling over you that they never saw this coming.”

The naked heroines raced to the deck of the ship.  As Supergirl flew the freighter straight to the Gotham Police Holding Yards where dozens of Gotham’s finest waited to make the arrests, Wonder Woman was ‘pacifying’ the slaver’s crew.  Already over a dozen still bodies littered the deck about her.  When she saw her teammates she shouted “I have the deck covered.  Please look to the prisoners and the mastermind behind this.”  Powergirl looked disappointed, but didn’t waste time arguing.

Batgirl made her way back to the owner’s cabin in less than 10 minutes, but in that time one of the Soul Hacker’s men had freed him.  Subduing the villains was not a problem for the detective, but in the short time the men had been alone they had managed to throw the laptops and the strange blue devices into a metal shredder.  Nothing but plastic and metal confetti remained of the equipment that she had hoped would both be damning proof for the slavers and salvation to their victims.  Still, they were no match for someone trained by Batman.  Before the ship was set down, both men were unconscious and bound.

By the time all arrests were made and the prisoners were taken to STAR Labs for deprogramming, more than twelve hours had passed and it was late the next afternoon.  The police and heroines searched the vessel from stem to stern looking for anything they could use, but no more data or equipment was found.  Without the mind control device or any information on it, STAR Labs was less than hopeful of the uphill battle they faced.  Still the news outlets hailed the victory over the white slavers.  Batgirl, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, and Powergirl were the darlings of the media for their efforts.

Later that night Diana Prince, Linda Danvers, Barbara Gordon, and Karen Starr met at All the Rage, the most popular club in Metropolis.  This club was one of a chain that was sweeping the country from coast to coast.  Of course Gotham had one, but Barbara had no intentions of drawing the attention of her daddy, the good Commissioner of Gotham.  The club itself was a very upscale dance club.  They were typically remodeled warehouses and had huge dance floors spread out throughout the building.  There were country, rock, pop, hip hop, and even rap areas.  Although the diversity of the genres offered were quite popular, there was another reason that they drew such crowds.  There were four lady’s rooms for every men’s room.   They worked on the simple principle of make the ladies happy and they will flock to you; and where there are ladies, the men won’t be far behind.

After a long stint on the dance floor, the young women returned to their table.  Karen raised her glass and toasted “Here’s to the end of the Slaver’s Guild!  Cheers ladies!”  All the women raised their glasses together until they met with a clink and then took a deep drink from them.  Barbara responded “It was good work on everyone’s part.  The planning, execution, and the clean up all went well.  I just wish we could have gotten the evidence on the laptops and the mind control devices for STAR Labs.”

Diana hugged her friend “Barbara, don’t be so self-critical.  You were only gone a few minutes and if things had been going badly for me on deck then the whole operation could have gone bust.  As it is, we recovered all the victims and captured the entire Slaver’s Guild.”  Linda chimed in “That’s right, Barbara.  In all the years they were in operation, did Batman ever bust any of them?  How does it feel to beat your mentor in his own back yard?  Besides, I’m sure that STAR Labs will be able to help the victims.”

Barbara smiled sheepishly “Oh, I’m sure you’re right. But I still would have liked it to have been perfect.”  All the ladies smirked at the disguised detective and laughed.  They all knew that she shared the Dark Knight’s obsession with perfection.  After the laughter died completely Barbara broke the silence with “Well, all that dancing and drinking has left me with the need to powder my nose.  Anyone else care to join me?” 

All four ladies adjourned to a rest room.  With the number of ladies facilities available, they had no problem finding a nearby room.  Distracted as they were, they never heard the door lock shut behind them nor saw the ‘Out of Service’ message come on over the door.  They soon discovered that they had the room to themselves and quickly sated their bodily needs.  Before long all four were standing before the mirror, refreshing their makeup.  As they joked with one another they didn’t hear the slight humming coming from behind the mirror until a blinding flash stunned them into silence.  The air filled with a static charge as deep indigo beams of light erupted from the mirror and stuck each of them in their unblinking eyes. 

The initial flash stunned their minds, especially the center of the brain governing willpower.  Caught by surprise and without benefit of their powerful wills, the corrupting beams of energy had no resistance to deal with.  The women’s high intelligence actually worked against them as it made their assimilation that much faster and deeper.  In Supergirl, Wonder Woman, and Powergirl’s cases, their super powered nervous systems carried the corruption like superconductors.  Knowledge of sexual positions and techniques flooded them.  Soon they had the talents and abilities of elite prostitutes, but the corruption didn’t stop there.  Their sex drives exploded within their minds becoming more important than anything except the need to obey.  They still remembered everything about their old lives, but they no longer cared.  They were slaves now and only through devoted obedience could they be happy.

After five minutes, the beams cut off and the enthralled women stood perfectly erect, smiling wickedly and pushing their impressive breasts forward as if showing their wares.  A panel in the wall opened to admit men who quickly began working on their victims.  Some men went directly to the women while the others grabbed all their personal effects and cleaned the room of any evidence.  As each woman was lead through the secret exit leading to the subbasement lab of the slavers, a tiara device was attached to their heads.  As the device turned on, each woman moaned in pleasure.  Although it was highly unlikely that a slave would ever reject their initial programming, there was more to the process to ensure it. First, the tiara devices reinforced the initial directives already set in their minds, acting like a redundant safety device incase the impossible happened and the programming started to fail.  As long as the tiaras were in place, nothing could snap the slaves out of their devotion, but soon the tiaras would be hooked to far more powerful programming devices that would complete their transformation permanently.

Some of the men went through their purses for identification while others stripped the women and scanned them, head to toe, with camera like devices.  As their identification was scanned in and the devices downloaded the information to laptops, 3-D images of the women appeared on the screens with all their information including their slave IDs. 

As new bar coded bracelets were generated and fastened to their wrists, the team leader spoke up “OK, that is all the information.  I am uploading everything to the website.  These babes won’t last long out there.  Especially with the number of slaves we need to produce this week to make up for the ones we lost last night!  One of the buyers will jump on them quick.”

One of the technicians replied, “Wait a minute.  Did you check the encephalographs?  The blondes and the brunette show as completely indoctrinated already.  Hell, readings here say the little blonde absorbed the whole sex and conversion library over twenty times!  Don’t you think that is a little strange?”

The team lead looked a little irritated and replied “Strange maybe, but it is probably just a reporting error.  When we hook them up, we will use the high power equipment they gave us incase we ran into any heroes.  Take a good look at them.”  All the men in the room looked at the women with lust.  “All I know is we are going to be banging the shit out of these sluts for the next 4 hours while the equipment makes the changes permanent.”   All the men smiled in anticipation.

“Well, here is a couple more pieces of ‘good news’; the brunette works for the IDAC and the redhead is a Gotham policeman’s daughter.  How do you want to handle that?  I still say it would be easier to sneak our property out of Metropolis STAR Labs.”

The team lead spoke up again “Don’t worry about the lost property. We will get them back, one at a time.  The arrangements are already made. We just have to be patient but they will not be back in our hands in time to help with the current situation.  Now here is how we handle the disappearance of the new slaves.  Plant a high yield explosive in the brunette’s car.  Take four homeless women and give them the DNA mimicking treatment we acquired from Lex Corp.  We don’t want Superman to get involved in this, so we had better pack a few kilos of Kryptonite around the explosive.  That will permeate their bodies and make it hard for forensics and impossible for Big Blue to examine them.  Then we will fake a terrorist cult claiming responsibility for offing the agent.”

The doubtful technician smiled as his fears were eased.  “You are a genius, man.  One of these days you’ll be the Guild Master for sure.”   The leader smiled “Maybe someday I will be a master, but the Guild Master will be our leader for a very long time.  He has already set up the new fool to replace Soul Hacker should authorities discover we have not been disbanded.  Now we have a big job ahead of us tonight to do!”

While the new slaves were hooked up directly to mind altering super computers, the men put four captured homeless women into tank like chambers.  Once the equipment hummed into operation, the DNA of the homeless ladies began to shift to mimic the former heroines.  The process was painful, but the victims were heavily sedated.  The equipment had been meant to save lives, but in practice it was quickly found to only work for a matter of days before the DNA shifted painfully back to the original configuration. 

As the lusting men ravaged the heroines they responded like the whores they had become; enthusiastically participating in the wild orgy.  There were at least two dozen more men in the subbasement lab of the Slaver’s Guild and every one of them was ready to party.  As soon as the men finished their assignments they moved down to the training floor with the new slaves, leaving just enough men to monitor the progress of the women. 

She may have been the role model of a generation of super heroines, but the former Amazon Princess was now a very different woman.  Wonder Woman grabbed the cock of the nearest man and began demonstrating her mastery of fellatio.  Her tongue teased the shaft and balls.  As she lightly licked her way back to the head, she scraped her teeth across the sensitive flesh causing the first drops of pre-cum to escape her excited partner’s penis.  As another man lightly caressed her toned ass cheek, she raised her ass toward him inviting him to enter her damp pussy from behind.

Powergirl had two men servicing her quivering boobs; each alternating between worshipping the mounds of flesh with their eager mouths and roughly handling them with their strong hands.  While one plied a nipple with tongue and teeth, the other worked the other tit’s nipple between nimble fingers and kissing the overheated minx eager mouth.  Still, it was the third man eating her hot sex that drove her over the edge.

Supergirl was happily sandwiched between two hulking men.  Each had a rock hard 10 inch long, two inch thick shaft of pure man meat, one driven into her ass and the other in her cunt while they worked the slave like jack hammers.  The slut of steel worked her own body rhythm to the powerful thrusts of the evil men and added a rotation of her hips to the maneuver that threatened to drive the three of them insane with pleasure.

Batgirl was the center of a whirlwind of sexual partners.  She had positioned herself between 3 partners; one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one up her anus.  She orchestrated their motions into a single rhythm that controlled the men’s actions and when they would blow their loads.  After 5 minutes she used her hands to grab the two nearest men waiting for her attentions and began hand jobs for them; preparing them to replace the men about to gift her with their cum.   

As predicted, the Slaver’s Guild website did not have the new slaves’ profiles online long before they were snapped up by customers. Within half an hour, not only had each of them had been bought; the specifications for their new lives had been chosen and uploaded directly into the mind control equipment.  Seamlessly the devices changed their every thought, desire, and memory into the new personalities.  While the slavers screwed them senseless, the computers completely rewrote their minds, erasing every vestige of the women they use to be.

The effects of the new programming were evident almost immediately.  Diana, who had been bought by a Bangkok sex palace became more aggressive, to say nothing about kinky.  Her newly uploaded memories and talents were those of a mistress of all fetishes, but especially of pleasure and pain.  Her sexual playing became far rougher but her partners certainly did not seem to mind.

 

The former Supergirl likewise changed quickly as well; however not as pointedly as Diana.  The Maid of Might, who had been bought by a Columbian Cartel, became far more vocal and playful with her lovers.  She flirted and cooed not only at the men pleasuring her, but any nearby.  She practically danced between her lovers without losing a beat in their rhythm and called to the others gathering nearby in her perfect Columbian dialect.   Not all could understand her words, but her actions clearly got the message across; “the more the merrier!”

 

Although Powergirl became more vocal, she also became considerably less verbal.  As the newest property of a human dairy operation, she knew that speaking was strictly for the masters.  No, her lot in life was to provide her breast milk for the dairy’s rich elite customers and hopefully provide sexual pleasures for her masters as often as possible.  As any other sex slave, pleasing others with her body was second only to obedience in the sheer joy and fulfillment she received.

 

Batgirl’s changes were harder to see than her friends.  She had been purchased by a prince of a small Middle Eastern country.  She was now a harem girl, completely subservient to the wills of men.  She took joy in any task she was commanded and she showed reverent respect to all men.  Her mind was filled with all the tenets of her new life in the harem as well as her rolls as servant, sex toy, and even mother to her master’s children. Soon she would be serving her new master and she thanked Allah for the blessing of her new life. With joy and enthusiasm she celebrated her enlightenment with his agents on earth, the Slaver’s Guild. 

The team leader enjoyed his captive sluts’ pleasures.  It was the best benefit of a very enjoyable job.  As he finished tit fucking the former Powergirl, one of his men handed him a cell phone.  After a quick conversation, he announced to the men “There are four jets waiting at Metropolis Airport to take our merchandise directly to their new owners.  After yesterday, they are very interested in acquiring them as soon as possible.  We still have two hours to play with our prizes before we clean them up and send them on their way, so enjoy them now.”

The white slavers did not need to be told twice.  They ravaged the slaves with gusto.  Their new identities fully loaded, the former heroines performed acts that would impress porn stars and prostitutes.  Their sexual abilities and appetites were incredible, but such was expected of Slaver’s Guild sex slaves.  It was one of their trademarks; the other being that no slave of theirs has even been freed.  The hours went fast, but even for the slavers, it was the memory of a lifetime. 

At the end of the four hour orgy, the slavers unhooked the women from the mind control apparatus.  Their fates long since sealed beyond any chance of redemption.  They were now as they would be for the rest of their lives; fully programmed Slaver’s Guild Sex Slaves. 

 

The women were taken to a dressing room where they cleaned and prepared themselves for the trip to their new homes.  Excitedly they showered and cleaned away every bit of their night’s sexual pleasures.  They helped each other don their new apparel and apply their make up.  The four women that entered the hanger and Metropolis Airport were completely unrecognizable to anyone that knew them before in either of their identities.

 

A raven tressed woman in a skin tight black leather cat suit slinked to a jet with Thai lettering along its side.  The steel studded black knee high stiletto boots click enticingly as she walked up the gangway.  Her pants had slits up the outside of each leg punctuated by the straps the held the leggings in place.  Her well toned midsection was left bare for all to see.  Her breasts were barely encased in a tight bikini bra that clearly showed her diamond hard nipples straining against the material.  Her arms were covered from finger to mid bicep with black opera gloves.  About her neck was a black leather choker with a white and red cameo.  As she reached the top, the former Amazon put her cigarette holder to her mouth and took a long drag.  She then asked in a heavy German accent “You vill take me to der Madame Jett’s Hause of Perversion, ja?”  The older but still sexy Thai woman at the top of the stairs answered “But of course my dear.  I am Madame Jett.  You are our new fetish expert, correct?”  The brunette sex slave bowed as she answered “Jawohl, my mistress.  I am Helga.  I live to serve; both in pleasure and in pain.”  Her mistress smiled as she escorted her new acquisition to her seat.

 

About another jet Hispanic men patrolled with Uzis drawn and wary eyes searching for danger.  They were hard men, one and all, yet what they saw made even the most hardened of them smile.  A lovely blonde girl held their attention as she glided toward them.  She walked as if she were moving to a rich salsa beat only she could hear and her sexy inviting smile was the personification of pure lusty desire.  Her pink micro mini dress with the extra wide black belt swayed with a hypnotic rhythm that excited both the men and their new sex slave.  Black laces about her shoulders held up her matching pink top that cupped her heaving breasts tightly and clung to her sides leaving her bare toned abs exposed to the leers of the men.  Deep red covered her lush lips as well as her long perfect fingernails and teal blue eye shadow set off by deep black mascara brought out the beauty of her eyes.  She ran her hands tenderly on the bodies of the men as she passed them, collecting the thugs in her wake like leaves in a river current.  When she got to the gangway she slapped her own ass with both hands and said in Spanish “So my brave men, when do we get the party started?”  To her delight the horny criminals swept her off her feet and carried her into the jet.

 

The other blonde slave did not have to say a word to draw as much attention as her peers.  She was lead to her plane with a trainer at each side, more to suit her new domesticated instincts than any need for security.  Her black fishnet stockings and red ‘fuck me’ pumps made her legs a wonder to behold; but it was the crimson corset that pushed her titanic bare breasts up like twin mountains turned on their sides that awed her audience to drooling silence.  The slavers were unable to administer the shot that would cause her to begin lactating due to some technical failure they didn’t have time to resolve, but the oral drug appeared to have worked far better than they could have imagined.  Her heaving tits were already 20% larger and beginning to dribble the precious juices that her masters coveted, but the slavers could not have known that their latest slave’s mental state had direct effects on her body.  Since her programming expected the body changes, her body changed to suit her expectations.  She walked in a slow sexy saunter with an idyllic smile as they lead her aboard the flight to her new home on the human dairy farm.

 

The woman who once was Batgirl did not put on any show or make a grand entrance.  To the outside world it appeared that she was more resigned than excited about her new life, but that was far from true.  Every good harem girl knew that she could only show her body in her master’s home. Her light blue burka covered her from head to toe, only exposing her downcast eyes to observers, but this only showed how deeply committed she was to her existence as a harem sex slave.  Under her thick opaque burka she wore the finest of silks.  A skimpy gold trimmed blue halter adorned her ample breasts and a matching bikini bottom hugged her lovely ass.  About her stomach a gold chain held up a flimsy blue scarf that looped down to cover her right leg where another golden anklet held it in place.  Her ears and neck were adorned with the finest of gold loop earrings and necklaces.  Her body was heavily scented with erotic perfumes and her face made up to flatter her eyes and lips.  No, as she calmly ascended the gangway of the jet, the outside world saw a meek woman but inside the obscuring clothes lived the craven whore that would only show herself for her beloved master.

Within 7 hours of their capture, each of the new slaves was flying to their new masters.  Early that same morning, the parking attendant at the Gotham Hilton reported the explosion of a rental belonging to their guest, Diana Prince.  Not knowing that his own memories had been altered, he swore the women had talked to him before they pulled up the ramp and their car was engulfed in flames.  His identification and what little STAR Labs found at the scene confirmed that the identities of the four young women.  Of course, the Justice League jumped in immediately to investigate, but their best efforts only confirmed the police’s findings.  In the end to protect their friends and families, the League released a cover story that the heroines sacrificed themselves to defeat an alien aggressor.

As the heroes of the world mourned the loss of their colleagues, the Slaver’s Guild laughed in secret.  They had successfully faked their own destruction; as far as the world was concerned, the Guild no longer existed and was free to continue their work covertly. But the icing on the cake was that the heroines that wrought such havoc for them were no more.   However, the joke was on them.  Like the parents that sell their kids comic collection while they are at college, they never knew the value of the merchandise they had just parted with.


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