Supergirl’s Dream
By L-Man
Part 3
The ledge was many thousands of feet above the valley floor and the only apparent way to get to it was a free slide down a steep slope. The two girls on the ledge might expect to be interruption free. They may also have checked for other means of access to the ledge. Unfortunately they had gotten caught up in the heat of the moment. After a near death experience and rescue, the passion between Batgirl and Supergirl had erupted into flame and bondage. Supergirl was at the moment bound by Batgirl’s silken hose, struggling to free herself and ruing her apparent abandonment by her friend. In fact Batgirl had simply moved into the fog and was enjoying Supergirl’s frantic struggles. One of Batgirl’s hands was on the cliff wall and the other was stimulating her clit, a low moan escaped her lips. Supergirl’s head came up at that moan and hope momentarily filled her eyes. She mmmphed through her gag for all it was worth. Alas, it was not Batgirl who answered her mmmph, she was too far gone in passionate pleasure. Others heard and investigated.
There were six of them. They were very small, almost elflike, perhaps only four feet tall and maybe eighty pounds each. They surrounded the helpless heroine and all six stood silently staring at Supergirl. Her lovely eyes opened wide at the threat and her mmmphs were more serious, hoping her friend could hear and help her in her hour of need.. But Batgirl’s eyes were closed in ecstasy as she reached a thrilling organistic peak. One of the six little men made a decision and spoke a word of command. At that word, all six surrounded the now frantically struggling Supergirl and made as if to lift her on to their shoulders. At that exact moment, Batgirl’s eyes opened and she rushed toward the seven figures shouting, "Hey!! Don’t do that! Let her go!"
The one closest to Batgirl launched himself at her in attack! She let out with one of her patented Batgirl kicks and he sailed into the air with a "whuff"! She was distraut to see him go over the cliff into oblivion, by no means had Batgirl meant to kill the little man. But his attack had achieved its purpose as the next three men hit Batgirl’s standing leg. She went down under their combined weight, landing on her back and giving her head a nasty crack. There was no letup as the remaining two men came rushing up to attack her head with a vengeance. She was a fearless and skilled fighter and used the first man’s attack against him, catching and propelling him head first into the cliff wall. He staggered off clutching his head between two hands, moaning in pain. The other got in a couple hard blows to her jaw before she knocked him backward with a hard right to his chest.
However, when one is fighting six foes at once, one cannot afford to ignore three of them. In this case the three were moving in synchronicity as one. They removed their belts and wrapped her legs quickly and efficiently at the ankles, knees and thighs. All three belts were tightened simultaneously and Batgirl’s two shapely legs had become one. The one who tied her thighs reached up and clobbered her in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out her. She staggered under the blow, but gave him a karate chop on the neck , taking him out of the fight.. Her bound legs lashed out at one of the others and the spike heels on her pumps caught him in the jaw and he was out for the count. "Five down and one to go," she thought, but that one gave her a vicious punch to the jaw and another to the side of the head. Reeling under the blows, she gave him a punch to the chest which slowed him but didn’t stop the rain of blows to her face and head. A roundhouse left to his ear got him down for the count and she put him away with a karate chop to his neck. She got to her knees with gasping breaths and rolled the unconscious man over thinking, "thank heavens I beat him, I was almost done for."
Batgirl never heard Supergirl’s frantic mmmphing warnings. She didn’t see what Supergirl saw; the sixth man who had staggered off, staggered back... with a rock. It came crashing down upon her head and she slumped forward, joining the four, no five men she had beaten into oblivion. The moaning of the staggered man and Supergirl’s now pitiful mewings were the only sounds on the ledge as the fight which had started so quickly ended just as quickly. The man removed his belt and strapped Batgirl’s wrist together, then he removed his companion’s belt and tightly strapped her elbows, making escape difficult if not impossible for the caped crimefightress. He then walked to the edge and made a sign for his fallen comrade.
With a deep breath, he came to a decision...Revenge! He pulled a knife from his boot and advanced on the unconscious superheroine with a gleam of menace in his eye. Supergirl was frantic! Was she about to watch her friend killed before her eyes? She rolled over and banged her shoes on the stone ledge to make as much noise as possible. The knife was hovering over Batgirl’s lovely throat before the knife wielder realized that Supergirl was frantically trying to get his attention. The small man’s eyes shifted from the knife to the bound blonde beauty imploring him as best she could to recognize her. Finally he walked over the the struggling Supergirl and cut the gag, allowing her the chance to beg for her friends life.
"Please sir!" she said, "I beg you! Don’t murder my friend. We are victims of a magical attack and wish only to return to our home!"
Her pleading stopped short when the man said," ah, English. She killed my cousin, and the only way his death can be avenged is by another death. She must die!"
"Revenge never solved anything, another death won’t bring him back. She was only trying to help me. You were going to kidnap me."
"There will be a second death now!" By this time a second man had revived and pulled a knife as well. The two turned to finish the execution of Batgirl.
"Wait! Take me instead!" cried the heroic heroine!
"What?" Both men turned to stare at Supergirl. Perhaps they could not believe their ears.
"You heard me," she choked the words out. "I...I...I want you to kill me instead of my friend."
"Hmmm. We must decide as a group," the second man said. "You will wait silently." With that, the two men pulled out rags and regagged our helpless heroine. Her pleas for Batgirl’s life were reduced to hapless mmphing. It took a few well-placed kicks to revive the other three men and then the five went into a huddle and long discussion. Every so often one would turn to stare in disbelief at Supergirl. They apparently had trouble grasping the fact that she was heroically willing to sacrifice her life for the life of her friend. Was heroism unknown in this world?
Batgirl groaned as she awoke, every part of her body seemed in pain. The was a tender lump on her head where she was koshed with the rock and her shoulders ached from the abnormal stretching caused by the tight bonds on her elbows. "Someone take down the license plate number of the truck that hit me, "she said. "Supergirl, are you all right? Wha..mmmmphh!"
"You will be silent," said the first man. He took what appeared to be a small ball of cloth and shoved it into Batgirl’s mouth. "The magical tendrils of silence will affix themselves to the inside of your mouth and throat. Although food and water and air may pass in, no sound will ever pass out of the tendrils of silence, except for a helpless mmmphing, of course. You will never speak again, unless you find a friendly witch or wizard or sorcerer who has the power to remove the tendrils." Batgirl’s only answer was a helpless mmmphing.
The five men approached the still hog-tied Supergirl. One of the last men to be awakened spoke, "we do not understand why you wish to sacrifice your life to save the life of the murderess. We cannot kill you for the Witch of Hollow Glenn ordered us to bring you to her. She gave us no orders for the other. Therefore we will take both of you to her and ask for her guidance."
Another rock was produced and a furiously mmphing Batgirl was knocked out again. Two more belts were placed on the ground. They rolled her onto those belts, pulled her knees to her chest and bound her tightly into a ball. Two large leather bags were produced and our intrepid heroines were shoved in, the ball-tied Batgirl in one bag and the hog-tied Supergirl in the other. When the strings around the top were closed and tied, the light for both both girls was cut off. One of the men nimbly climbed the rock cliff and cut a long branch from the tree above. The two bags were tied to the newly created pole and the five men arranged themselves along its length, picked it and its cargo and marched to the cave opening farther down the ledge.
It was a bumpy, rough ride for the two heroines, although only one felt the bumps for the first part of the trip. Batgirl awakened however before they had even left the cave and detected the faint light when they group emerged from the cave. About halfway to their destination, the men stopped, rested and drank from their water bottles. They opened the bags to allow their captives to drink also. Supergirl’s gag was removed for this although she was warned that any spoken word would result in both girls being punished. Not wishing to see her companion face any more pain, she refrained from speaking, but drank thirstily from the bottle. Batgirl was shocked when the water flowed freely into her throat despite the gaglike object in her mouth. Strong magic indeed to allow her to drink but not speak! Supergirl was regagged as the rest break came to an end. The two bags were closed over the two lovely heads, although the intrepid superheroines managed to catch each others eyes as if to say, "hang in there, where there’s life, there’s hope."
The last part of the journey was the roughest. The little men were tiring fast and sagged under the weight of the two girls suspended from the pole. Each girl seemed to hit every rock and every root along the journey. Batgirl believed she garnered more bruises from the journey than from the fight. She tested her bonds over and over again, straining to get free of the tight belts imprisoning her. Her efforts were to no avail; the bonds would not budge. She was, at the moment, helpless. So was Supergirl. She had given up trying to break free of the constrictive hog-tie and bounced along in tearful resignation that the end of the journey would see the death of either her or her friend.
But all journeys must end as this one did. Eventually, the five men brought their two captives into Hollow Glenn, which was indeed a small clearing in the forest. There was a small cottage there and one of the men tentatively knocked on the door. An unbelievably old woman emerged from the cottage.
"Who calls on the Witch of Hollow Glenn?" she asked.
"We brought you...." one of the men started.
"I know what you brought. I’m a witch after all. Let me see these two delicious prisoners. If there binds are not tight and painful, you will pay! Trust in that for certain"
The men dragged the bags containing our heroines and placed them in front of the witch. The bags were opened and the two lovely ladies were dragged out into the grass. The witch eyed the bound, gagged and helpless heroines with lust and greed in her eye.
"Oooo, such fun we shall have with these two helpless darlings!"
To be continued!