Supergirl’s Dream

by L-Man

 

Chapter 1

 

Supergirl’s patrol took her high over the city. She patrolled every night whenever possible. Unfortunately this night her mind was far away from her patrol. She had been having some odd and disturbing dreams lately and was brooding over them. Her dreams each of the last few nights were remarkably similar.

In the dream, she was dressed in a costume similar to her own with a few significant differences. If you’re familiar with Supergirl’s outfit, you know she dresses somewhat like a cheerleader, calf-high red boots, a flared short red skirt, gold belt and a blue jersey with an "S" on the front. The costume in her dream was latex with a micromini-skirt. Her long, lovely legs seemed to go on forever to 6" spike heels. All in all, it was a very sexy costume, the kind her friend Batgirl would wear, which was an amazing coincidence, because Batgirl was in fact in the dream. She too was dressed in latex, a low-cut basque with garters and sheer black silk stockings and heels as high as Supergirl’s.

The most disturbing part of the dream was the fact that both girls were bound and gagged. Now Supergirl had been tied up before and she knew Batgirl enjoyed bondage, to the point of practicing self-bondage. But it had always taken kryptonite to capture her in the past. In her dream, the ropes appeared to be ordinary clothesline. She had trouble seeing the reason behind the dreams and why she should be so helpless, yet so sexy.

At some point she realized that brooding never solved anything and decided to take some action. She flew to Gotham City; perhaps Batgirl could make some sense of the dream. Her super-vision spotted Batgirl patrolling the city and she made a two point landing near her. Batgirl was surprised and pleased to see her friend and gave a friendly hug as a way of saying hello.

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"Funny, I was just thinking of you Supergirl, what brings you to this neck of the woods"? she asked.

"I’ve been having odd dreams Batgirl and why have you been thinking of me"? she replied. "Let me tell you about the dreams. I’d like your opinion. In the dream, I’m dressed in a..."

"Micromini and I’m wearing a purple basque and we’re..."

"on a stage bound, gagged and completely helpless at the mercy of... HEY! How do you know my dream???" Supergirl was flabbergasted! "You must be a great detective!"

"Or I must be having the same dream myself," said Batgirl. "But I can never see who tied us up or why. Do you know who, or is that why you came to see me tonight?"

"I don’t understand any of it, Batgirl. I mean, I know you enjoy bondage games, but I never have. I don’t think I’d let someone tie me up as a game and how could a super-villain capture me without krytonite? There are just so many questions about these dreams, even more now that we know each of us is having the same dream."

"Magic!" said Batgirl. "Someone with true magic powers like Zatanna, in the Justice League of America, has planted those dreams and will try to capture us using magic. Probably the ordinary-looking clothesline they used to tie you was really a magic rope."

"That’s true," said Supergirl, "I am vulnerable to magic. I never thought of that. Now that we know what to expect, how do we combat this mysterious foe?"

"I’m not sure, its something we must think about," said Batgirl. "But we can start at the local magic-comedy club, every illusionist wants to try real magic. The owner is sure to have researched the subject, maybe he can help us."

Needless to say the owner of the magic-comedy club was shocked when two caped crimefightresses walked into his office. Never-the-less, he listened intently to their story. Since he , like every magician before him, had an inner desire to practice real magic, rather create illusions, he had some thoughts on the subject.

"I must tell you ladies that I’ve spent years in this business, seen dozens of acts come through the club and all but the very rare act are illusions of the type that any really good magician can spot in a couple sittings," he said.

"All but the very rare act?" asked Batgirl. "Have you ever seen the very rare act, one which can’t be explained as a simple illusion?"

"I do remember a man from India, who, and this may interest you, specialized in rope magic. Some of the things he did with ropes were simply incredible to those of us who were experienced in the ways of illusion. We never could explain some of his act."

"So all we have to do is track down this mysterious rope magician from India?

He smiled at that question. "You probably won’t find him, he left in a real hurry. We guessed his wife was after him with an alimony lawyer! He did, however, leave a trunk behind. You’re welcome to examine it. Its in the storeroom. I’ll take you there, then I must go back to work, its almost closing time."

He left them in the storeroom after showing them where the trunk was. Batgirl had no problem picking the lock with her Bat-lockpick from her Utility Belt. The two superheroines began to examine the contents inside the trunk.

"Plenty of rope in here," said Batgirl , as she hauled out three coils of brown rope. All of the coils had a silk scarf tied to the end. "Find anything in that side?"

"Look at this," Supergirl said in a hushed tone of voice. She held up a latex microminidress, blue and red, complete with a "S" symbol on the front of the jersey.

"Oh my, its gorgeous," was Batgirl’s first comment. "But how could he have known you would find it after all this time? Hey! Is there a purple latex outfit for me?"

"Sure is, and it matches the dream outfit." Supergirl held up a basque with a bat symbol on the front. "Want to try it on?"

"You bet!" And Batgirl had her outfit off and was pulling on the black, silk stockings faster than anyone could imagine. "Ohh, such luxury," she whispered, as she pulled the latex over her head. "Am I sexy, or what? Hey, why aren’t you trying yours on?"

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"According to our dream, in these outfits we’ll be bound, gagged and totally helpless. I’m not sure I want that."

"I don’t mind," said Batgirl, "in fact I’d love it! Try yours on, you’d be soo sexy wearing it. Besides, you can change clothing faster than the eye can follow, so no one can tie you up quickly enough to make the dream come true"

Although Supergirl was reluctant to put on the latex costume, Batgirl wheedled her into trying it out and with her super-speed, she changed outfits before Batgirl could get the shoes out of the trunk. Both girls outfits were perfect skin-tight fits. Neither girl was surprised to find that the spike heel shoes fit perfectly as well. Supergirl’s own gold belt completed her ensemble.

"I hope I look as sexy as I feel or as sexy as you look, Supergirl," said Batgirl. "Because I love this outfit. I think I’ll buy it from the club owner. Hey! What’s that rope doing?"

Supergirl followed Batgirl’s pointing finger down to see that one of the rope ends, which had a scarf attached, was wrapping itself around her ankle. She reached down to pull it off, but it merely wrapped itself around her wrist. She tried to break it with her amazing super-strength, but failed. She looked up to see Batgirl in a struggle with the other coil. By now both of Supergirl’s ankles and one wrist were encased in rope, only her right wrist was free.

"Batgirl, I can’t break this, can you..... mmmph, mmmmph, ummm!" The scarf at the end of the rope had found her mouth and was stuffing itself inside, cutting off her ability to talk. "Mmmmph!" She looked up in time to see an identical scarf snaking into Batgirl’s mouth. Both crime-fighters were silenced. By this time, the end of the rope had snaked itself behind Supergirl’s back , wrapped itself around her right wrist and was inexorably drawing both wrists behind her back. Sweat beaded her forehead and the veins in her neck stood out as she fought the tide of bondage. It was no use. Soon the elbows and wrists were tied together and the arms were secured to body. She was, as she was in her dream, a helpless , silenced, bound beauty.

When she looked across the room at Batgirl, what Supergirl saw was latex, a purple gag, plenty of brown rope, long legs in high heels and a lovely damsel who, at the moment, was, like herself, in considerable distress.

"Are you girls having any luck?" The club owner asked as he opened the door to the storeroom. He stopped in shock at the sight of two beautiful women furiously , though helplessly, struggling to free themselves. Slowly his face changed to a look of smug satisfaction and he said, "I may enjoy this night a whole lot more than I expected."

Two sets of lovely eyes opened wide at hearing that statement.

 

 

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