Supergirl’s Dream
by L-Man
Chapter 2
The owner of the Comedy-Magic club in Gotham City’s theater district stood in shock. He had left Supergirl and Batgirl in a storeroom examining the contents of a trunk left behind by an Eastern mystic magician. Just after the club closed, he opened the door of the room to see if they had found out anything, or indeed if they were still in the building. They weren’t going anywhere. Coils of magic rope had bound each girl after they had donned latex costumes found in the trunk. The magic had nullified Supergirl’s powers and neither superheroine was able to free herself. He could not believe his eyes when he saw two helpless heroines totally in his power.
Supergirl was understandably worried. She had had a recurring dream for several nights and now it had come true. She and Batgirl had foolishly changed into the admittedly sexy outfits and the seemingly innocent coils of rope had wound themselves about both of them, binding them tightly and gagging them too with silken ensnarlments. Now that he had her in his power, what would this unknown impresario do with her. What would he do with her friend, Batgirl?
Batgirl’s mind mulled the possibilities. She was actually getting excited at the thought of being helpless in this man’s grasp. Generally when she was about to be raped or murdered, Batman would show up and rescue her at the last moment. He was due any minute now, the old stick-in-the-mud.
"Batman usually rescues Batgirl when she is in dire danger," thought the club owner, "and it would be just my luck if he show up right about now. I could earn more good will and possibly a reward if I rescued these girls rather than had my way with them only to wind up in jail. After all, I haven’t done anything wrong.... yet" "Okay, ladies," he said out loud. "How did you get yourselves into this predicament and, more importantly, how do I get you out?"
When he stepped toward the closer superheroine, who happened to be Batgirl, a very odd thing happened. The third coil of rope, which had been sitting on the floor, moved! It snaked its way, moving like a cobra, toward the man, who took a giant step backwards. "Yow!! What’s That???", he exclaimed.
There was a Crack! next to his ear as the rope whipped toward him and back again. He backed out of the room so fast, he slammed into the corridor across the doorway. Both girls mmmphed and jiggled and pleaded with their eyes for him to return and save them from this new menace. But he was frozen in place. The rope was apparently satisfied at his actions because it ignored him. The back end of the coil had already snaked its way up Supergirl’s back and was making a harness around her shoulders and underarms. Then it traveled up to the ceiling, exactly as one would imagine the rope of an Indian rope master would do. Batgirl tried to squeal through her gag when she saw the ceiling above Supergirl dissolve into mist and she foolishly hurled her body at her friend when the rope lifted the silently screaming Supergirl into the air. Batgirl fell on her back and watched in fear as her friend’s firm thighs and shapely legs disappeared into the mist at the top of the room. She knew she was next.
Helpless to defend herself, Batgirl tried to squirm away on the dusty floor, but the coil of rope wrapped itself around her ankles, picked her up and lifted her into the air feet first. She mmmphed and shook helplessly as her writhing body disappeared into the mist following her friend to an unknown fate.
"Unbelievable!" he said out loud. "I’m going to call the police and tell them that a magician who wasn’t here used real magic to kidnap Batgirl and Supergirl and take them away , bound and gagged, to a fate unknown. Then I have to hope they don’t arrest me for making false statements." Before he went to the phone, he retrieved the two discarded costumes, hoping they would be enough to convince the police that his crazy story was the truth. Supergirl’s costume was still invulnerable even though her lovely body no longer was.
Right now her body was lying on grass deep in mist. She looked up in time to hear a thump as Batgirl’s lovely figure landed from nowhere next to her. Supergirl never lacked for courage, but tears flowed freely from her lovely eyes as the two girls lay helpless and bound in an unknown place.
Batgirl looked around and saw nothing but mist. "What happened to Kara?" she thought, as she tried to sit up despite her restraints. When she turned, she saw Supergirl’s body rise and fall as the fallen superheroine’s tears flowed freely down her lovely cheeks. "God, she can’t give up on me now, we can get out of this, I know we can." Rolling over in the dirt, Batgirl stopped next to Supergirl and , arching her back, placed her gag in Supergirl’s bound hands. Supergirl, no dummy, worked, with some difficulty, the knot free on the gag. Batgirl spit out the second silk scarf.
"Ohh, it feels good to be able to speak and breathe freely! That was good work, Kara, if we don’t give up, we can make it... well... wherever we have to make it!" she said as she thought, "geeze, she’s the one who wears a cheerleader outfit, why do I have to be in charge of morale?" "Hold still, I’ll undo your ropes, then you can free me," she said. "Hmmm, there are no knots, of course! Its a magic rope! How do I let you loose?" After a bit of thought, she came up with a solution and said, "I know, I’ll use my teeth to cut them!"
And that’s just what she did. It took a while, but she finally bit through the ropes around Supergirl’s wrists, then did the same to the ropes binding her elbows. When her arms were free, Supergirl undid the knot on the gag and spit out her packing, exclaiming, "thanks Babs, I knew you’d come up with an idea! You’re great!" Both girls bit away at the ropes on Supergirl’s shapely legs, Batgirl freeing her ankles and Supergirl biting through the ropes on her knees. "Now I’ll bite the ropes on your legs, Batgirl and we can at least try to find out just where we are and how do we find a way home. Oh yes, and how do I get my powers back!"
Just then the ground started to shake and they heard a "thump, thump, thump" as something or someone huge moved toward them. "What’s that?" "I don’t know, but I don’t want to be here to find out" "I’m still helpless!" "Then I guess I’ll carry you!"
Supergirl lifted her friend onto her shoulder in a fireman’s carry and Batgirl found herself staring at the small of her friend’s back. "Damn, you’re heavy!" "Its not my fault you lost your powers!" "That’s debatable!" "Shut up and run!" "Geeze, there must be magic in these sandals because its easy to run despite the six-inch heels!" "Oh my God, run faster Supergirl!!"
Supergirl noticed an edge to Batgirl’s voice which wasn’t there during the girls’ light bantering. With a surge of adrenaline, she sped up. "What is it, Batgirl?", she asked with some concern. "You don’t want to know, just please run faster, it looks hungry for two lovely morsels like you and me!", was Batgirl’s worried reply.
Supergirl sped up again, which may have been unfortunate, because it was too late to stop at the hill and they fell and rolled over and over down a steep slope, sliding dangerously amongst small rocks and large stones. Batgirl went "OOmph!" when she landed on her back and tried to slam her six inch spikes into the ground as an anchor to stop her before she went over a precipice into the nothingness below. Her washboard abs were her protection from serious injury as she slammed into and came to rest against the trunk of a tree at the very edge of the cliff. She heard loud wails as the unknown monster slid by on her left. The cries from the monster seemed to last forever as it fell down, down, forever into the amazingly deep ravine. Were the cries loud enough to drown out those of her friend, had Supergirl too fallen into an ignominious death? Would Batgirl lie bound and helpless against this tree for all eternity?
"Batgirl?" A voice came from Batgirl’s right.
"Supergirl!! Thank heavens you’re alive! Where are you, can you help free me from the ticklish predicament I’m in?"
"I think I pulled my shoulder out of my socket and I’m hanging precariously from a root over the cliff edge. I am in agony here. I was hoping you could save me!"
"How can I save her, I’m still bound and helpless?", thought Batgirl. "Or am I helpless?" She looked down and saw how the rocks had torn deep rents in her costume, there was enough skin showing through the skintight latex to get her banned from burlesque! Had the ropes been loosened or torn by the slide down the hill? Yes! She writhed her way free of the ropes around her upper torso, her bouncing breasts putting on a nice show for unfortunately no audience.
"Supergirl, I’ve got my hands free, I’ll try to save you!" Batgirl slid across the ground to where she could look over the edge, keeping her feet hooked on the tree trunk. There was her friend, not far down, hanging on by one arm. "I’ll try to climb down and get you to safety, please hang on just a little longer!"
With great dexterity, she lowered herself to the root and pulled herself across to where Supergirl was hanging on by a thread. Then Batgirl reached down and grabbed the back of Supergirl’s dress and pulled her up and across the root. Supergirl screamed in agony as Batgirl popped her shoulder back into the socket, but Supergirl regained the use of her arm almost immediately, though the pain lingered.
"Wow! I never appreciated invulnerability as much as I do now, Batgirl," said our lovely blonde heroine. "What a feat, climbing down here with your legs tied like that. How did you get your arms free, by the way."
"The same rocks that tore our costumes during that wild slide down the hill tore the ropes on my upper body," answered the brunette heroine. "Now is a good time to put our teeth to work and free my legs, don’t you think" As she moved her ankles near Supergirl’s head, she said, "feel free to use your tongue on any part of my legs, ankles or feet, Supergirl. We’ll both enjoy it!"
Supergirl kind of caught her breath at that statement, but made no comment as she chewed away at Batgirl’s bonds. "Maybe she’s not as cool to me as I thought she was," thought Batgirl.
When the last strand was chewed and the ropes were dropped into the deep chasm, both girls sat up and took stock of their situation. Both girls were bleeding from minor scrapes and abrasions and Supergirl was only slowly regaining full use of her arm.
"We have to climb up off this root, Batgirl. Its our only chance."
"No, we can’t climb up because the slope up there is too slippery and steep. All we would do is slide back down and maybe fall all the way to the bottom. I can see a ledge about ten feet below us. I think we should climb down there and try to find another way out of this perilous situation. We still make a good team, look how we defeated an unspeakable monster even though we were bound, gagged and helpless kidnap victims."
"I can hardly believe that its dead and we’re alive," said Supergirl. "What was it like, anyway? Are you sure we should go down? I don’t know if I can climb down there, I’m used to flying."
"It was unspeakable, dummy!" answered Batgirl. "Don’t worry, I’m an expert climber. I’ll go down first and you can just drop into my arms." With that, Batgirl slithered over the edge of the root, found a toehold in the sheer rock cliff and creeped down to the ledge with amazing dexterity.
"Maybe I’ll take advantage of the situation," thought Supergirl. "Are you ready for me?" she called to her friend only ten feet below. As Batgirl nodded, braced herself and held her arms out for her friend, Supergirl shinnied off the branch and dropped into Batgirl’s arms. Batgirl caught her shapely thighs and then Supergirl slid down, bodies rubbing together until she stopped with her lips a few inches from Batgirl’s.
Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush, or the near-death experience or maybe Barbara’s innuendoes had finally broken Kara’s resolve because both girls’ lips opened wide and they kissed. What a kiss it was too, long, soft, wet with plenty of tongue. Both girls were lost in the reverie, hands groping for soft breasts, firm thighs and tight buns. Eventually they needed to come up for air, both pulling slightly back from the embrace. Then they kissed a second time, longer, slower, wetter. Then Barbara gently but firmly pushed her old friend and new lover away.
"What is it?" Kara asked in a huskier and much sexier voice than she had used before.
"You have to let me tie you up, Kara."
"Why?"
"You need to feel the pleasure of helplessness, to allow me to dominate you."
"I do?"
"Because of your superpowers, I’ve always been the inferior of the two of us and I must dominate you now while your powers are gone. Then when they are returned, we can see each others as equals. Please do this for me. All you need are courage and trust. Trust me, my new love."
Saying nothing, Supergirl took a step back. She looked long and hard at her friend. Finally she sighed, then held her hands out at waist level, wrists crossed, eyes down. Batgirl stepped out of one shoe, unclipped her garter and slowly slid one silk stocking down her smooth thigh below her shapely calf and past her perfect foot. Stepping back into her shoe, she walked to Supergirl and took a wrist and pulled it around and behind Supergirl’s hourglass body. As she reached around and took the other wrist in her hand, Batgirl whispered into her ear, "you won’t regret this, my Kara."
Barbara crossed Kara’s wrists behind her back. She wrapped the ropes around them sideways and up and down, tightening them enough to immobilize the wrists without cutting off circulation. "On the other hand, perhaps you may regret this, my lovely prisoner." Barbara reached under Kara’s skirt and pulled her panties down around Kara’s ankles. "Step out, then kneel with crossed ankles, please and we will make you totally helpless."
"Barbara, what do you mean. Ow! OK, I’m kneeling. I’ll cross my ankles if that’s what you want. What do you want with my panties?" "You’ll see." Barbara had plenty of stocking left after tying Kara’s wrists and she tied the ends round and round her ankles, placing Kara in a quite effective hog-tie. Barbara rolled Kara’s panty into a ball and pushed them into her mouth as Kara gasped in surprise.
"Barbara, No! Pleas.... mmmph, mmmph, mmmph!" Barbara removed her own mask and cleaved it between Kara’s luscious lips, holding the panties firmly in place. "Mmmm," said Kara in humiliation as Barbara lifted the long, silky blonde hair and tightly tied the mask behind Kara’s head. Kara’s eyes opened wide in surprise as Barbara stood up and walked away. Batgirl seemed oblivious to Kara’s concerned mmmphs, walking slowly and steadily toward the curve in the cliff. Just before she was out of sight, she turned and smiled.
"Kara, darling, while I’m gone I want you to think about being bound with silken ensnarlments, hogtied, gagged with your own panties, alone and abandoned in an unknown universe. You may never trust this brazen Bat again!"