The entire story contains scenes involving M/F, F/F, Bondage, Light Humiliation, Domination and Robotic Bestiality. Certain parts contain certain scenes. It is not meant to be taken seriously, and does not in any way mean to infringe on the copyrights of the companies who own the characters mentioned.

In fact, all characters are NOT from the comics, they just dress like them. This is a story about people who are involved in Superhero Bondage, and the trials that always come from the subject. While I poke fun at the genre, I hope none of the fine writers who have written a Superhero Bondage story take offense. At the same time, if you have never read a story of this genre, I think you may still like this story for the way it shows how silly it can all be.

As always, comments are welcome by e-mail at Lordshon@aol.com

Bound Ninja in Spandex Part 1

By Shon Richards

Kiko Yugokumach was the only child of a wealthy country club owner. Mr. Yugokumach wanted a son, who would one day grow into a great and powerful warrior. One that he could send into battle against his enemies, like a Dayimo sending his best Samurai. But against all his prayers, his wife gave birth to Kiko.

Kiko reflected on this disappointment as she put on her uniform. She thought of her strange upbringing every time she tried to put on the six inch high heel boots. When she was old enough to walk, her father decided she was to be a Ninja. Not the Ninjas of history that Kiko had read about. Nope, her father wanted her to be like the Ninjas of late night television. Unlike the Ninjas of history who hide in shadows and were as discrete as they were deadly, Mr. Yugokumach felt a Ninja should be in fashionable clothes and make dramatic entrances.

Kiko stood in her high heel boots and began the rigorous mental exercises that would let her walk in such impossible footwear. She reflected on the day she first wore these cursed shoes. She had trained for eight years in basic black when her father announced that he had a new vision for her. She would come to find out later his "vision" came from a security guard's comic book. The character's name was Psylocke.

She looked in the mirror. Her Japanese good looks was a blessing Kiko had always appreciated. Her dark eyes and youthful face had an edge of seriousness despite the ridiculous length of her shiny black hair. Many a time has her hair been a detriment but her father insisted she keep the length and that she never put it in a ponytail. Which is usually the first thing she did after leaving the house.

Her incredibly healthy and muscular body was hidden under what Mr. Yugokumach referred to as her "feminine distractions". To Kiko it was just plain fat. Her father disapproved of female Ninjas with bulging biceps so he forced her on a six milkshake a day addition to her diet. The result was a soft curvy body that obliterated any chance of Kiko getting some definition. She wasn't even allowed to work on her pecs.

Kiko struggled to get the flimsy one piece swimsuit over her silicon chest. The sheer material stretched and barely covered her breasts. Her father insisted she get the plastic surgery because it was important in her role as an infiltrator. Not to mention the fact that it was important if she was ever going to look like the comic book Ninja. She argued for hours that she was never going to be able to hide anywhere with water balloons pinned to her chest, but he was adamant. Finally she consented if he agreed that she could skip the purple hair dye. At least big breasts could get her laid, purple hair would just make her look like a freak.

She wrestled the swimsuit over her chest and fastened it around her metal collar. She smiled as she recalled how she got away with such a kinky fashion accessory on the grounds that she needed it to hold her swimsuit up. Her father obviously couldn't argue when her last four suits ripped at the seams and exposed her during a mission. These suits weren't made to take knife cuts, pulling fingernails and patience. Especially when the one destroying the outfit is the one wearing it.

Her swimsuit finally secured and her boots laced up, Kiko began tying on the ribbons and other useless items to her outfit. She felt ridiculous as she tied purple ribbons to her thighs and biceps. At least it made her muscles stand out and gave her a more cut look. She remembered with a sigh the one time they came in very useful. The bodyguard of the rival country club had held her down by her ribbons and had his wicked way with her. Of course after she had cum eight or nine times she escaped from his pathetic bonds and snapped his neck, but it was very sexy.

She pulled on her gloves and thought about the worst limitation she had. Her father had once read that matadors abstain from sex before a fight. Therefore, by his twisted logic, Kiko was better off never having sex in order to keep her in prime condition. To enforce her celibacy, Kiko was subjected to around the clock surveillance by the staff, and her allowance was taken away every time she was reported. Considering she received a thousand dollar a week allowance, Kiko weighed her sex very carefully. She wasn't even allowed to masturbate, and it was real embarrassing to have to sleep in the same room as the maids in order to keep her honest. Not that maids weren't corruptible, Kiko had already caused five of them to lose their jobs. And they were smiling when they left.

She walked to the debriefing room, trying to get whistles out of the house staff. She stopped to bend over and dust off invisible blemishes from her boots, but she still didn't get any takers. Kiko blamed her father for her failing sex appeal. He had removed the offending appendage of her last partner in sexual gratification. He can be a bitch sometimes.

She entered the debriefing room and locked the door behind her. Kiyoshi turned around and smiled at her. She smiled at the brilliant man her father had hired. Not only was he a genius at electronics, biology, mechanics, computers and chemistry, but he was also the best gatherer of clandestine information in the world. Best of all he was gorgeous. Kiko reflected that the way Kiyoshi was qualified in so many skills, it made her feel like she was in some cheap late night movie that was too cheap to hire extra people, so they lumped the experts in one person.

As Kiyoshi approached she giggled. She was so happy her father was stupid enough to think he was Japanese. Her father had insisted on an all Asian workforce as far as the intelligent positions were concerned. When Pedro Dealgo applied for this job, it was a smitten Kiko who changed his application to Kiyoshi. Fortunately her father has never been across the Pacific much less Japan, so he had trouble believing Pedro was from the "homeland".

"Kiko, I have a new device I invented that your father wants installed immediately." Pedro said a bit more solemn than usual.

Kiko smiled and ran her fingers through his short curly black hair. "What device would that be?" she whispered.

Pedro cleared his throat and answered "It'll send us a signal whenever you get aroused or have sex, so your father won't need to watch you anymore."

Pedro winced as Kiko's fingers curled tightly in his hair. Her glaring eyes made him shrink and he decided arguing would only make it worse. When she finally let go of his hair, he handed the small quarter shaped device to her.

"And where does this go exactly?" asked Kiko.

"Well, actually we already implanted it under your skin when you were asleep last night. I just wanted to show you what it looked like," answered Pedro sheepishly.

Kiko closed her eyes and sighed. Experimental implantation of monitoring devices was a new indignity for her. But she focused her thoughts on her thirty-million dollar inheritance she was promised, and tried not to get upset.

"How does it work?" she asked, doing her best not to visualize snapping his handsome neck.

"It's simple, it sends us a beep whenever you get aroused past a certain point. The beeps become faster as you approach orgasm and when you do orgasm, it gives us a whistle," explained a proud Pedro.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Kiko, "I'm never getting away with a screw now!"

"That was the idea," explained the smug Pedro, "but you should be paying more attention to your next mission. I have all the details right here."

Kiko sat down with a loud sigh and looked at the huge monitor that described her mission. She tried not to think of her planned seduction of Pedro, now that she was intimately monitored. She dreamed of his tanned muscles, his swarthy complexion and his dark intelligent eyes. She tried not to notice his cologne wafting through the air to her starved senses. And most of all she tried to ignore the dampness of her swimsuit at her private spot.

"BEEP" the machine alarmed in the small room.

"Holy shit! Is the machine in here?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered with an embarrassed smile.

"Well, how do you know it'll tell you when I'm having sex? I might pass by a construction site and if I get horny, you guys will dock my allowance."

"Hmm, that's true, everyone's reactions will be different, I'm not sure how we are going to determine between arousal and actual sex."

Kiko grinned with the usual wickedness Pedro had come to associate with one of her genius level ideas. It was the kind of grin that made her eyes disappear under her cheeks. It meant someone was going to get in a lot of trouble and like it.

"It's easy, we can have sex right now purely in the interest of finding out how the monitor device operates. And because this is vital to finding out about my celibacy, I don't see how it can be held against me," said Kiko.

"But we only have thirty minutes to complete this debriefing. Mr. Yugokumach was very strict about the time we spend together since he found your ribbon stuck in my zipper," said a nervous Pedro.

Kiko stood up and released one clasp on her collar. The swimsuit snapped down her front and rolled up her back like a pulldown shade. A "BEEP" was hear by all. As Pedro marveled at this deadly vision nude before him, Kiko spoke gently to him.

"We better do the debriefing while we 'test' the device right?" spoke the nude Ninja. A "BEEP" sounded out, confirming her.

Pedro stood up and threw his shirt off in one easy motion. <BEEP> He pulled Kiko towards him and kissed her way too hard on her lips. <BEEP> She performed the trick with her tongue that would let her manipulate a lockpick if she was bound, and he nearly came in his pants. When he came up for air, she dropped to his chest and sucked at his nipples. The foreplay was almost mechanical, but then, they didn't have much time.

"Well, your mission this time is a cakewalk," began Pedro. "We have found out that a man by the name of Mark Demeanie has won Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes, the state Lottery and the local county bake raffle. We have, OH GOD do that some more! We have information that he came into possession of a rare statue just before his winning streak."

Kiko paused from extracting his nipples from his chest with her mouth. She looked at the screen at a pimply face man with really bad curly brown hair. He looked like the wimp you are not supposed to shoot at during shuriken practice. She then looked up at Pedro's eyes and clutched his groin through his pants. <BEEP> He jumped from the sudden pressure and looked down at her.

"This isn't another wild goose chase like when Dad had me searching every government warehouse in the state looking for that box? I mean he sees one stupid movie and I'm searching for lost artifacts for the whole summer," threatened Kiko.

"No, we have proof this exists." Pedro sighed as the pressure was relieved. Then he cried out as she unzipped his pants and stroked his raging peripheral. BEEP BEEP.

"As I was, mmmmm, that feels good. We have receipts that he bought a statue that was rumored to bring good......GOOD GOLLY! I meant good luck. <BEEP> It was in an Innsmouth warehouse for the past fifty years. Now that..now that...now that..." And then he trailed off as her strokes became faster. When she stopped he regained his breath before she popped his flesh pencil into her mouth.

"The statue is from ancient Greece," began Pedro. "It is known as the Ruby Tits of Luck. Found in 1932, it is alleged to have the ability to grant unstoppable luck to anyone licks the ruby nipples. Suppressed by the puritan morals of the time, it was believed lost forever."

Here Pedro was unable to read anymore as his eyes were crossing. Kiko's mouth slide up and down his hard drive faster than he could imagine. <BEEP> Looking down, his blurring eyes could barely make out the sight of her hair flying as she sucked him. His fingers reached out and typed up the next screen, determined to finish this debriefing before he was too tired to continue.

Kiko raised her head from the groin of Pedro and examined the monitor. She stood up and frowned at the statue on the screen. She grabbed a handful of Pedro's hair and crushed his face to her chest. <BEEP>

"My dad paid good money for these breasts, you might as well enjoy them" she said. And with that prompt, Pedro tried to absorb as much of her silicone valley into his mouth.

As Pedro's lips returned to infancy, Kiko studied her target. The picture of the Statue revealed it was only three feet tall, yet it was four feet wide from the bosom alone. The face was nonexistent yet the breasts were very lifelike if you happened to have huge rubies for nipples. As Pedro made loud wet noises from her chest, she briefly wondered about men's obsession with breasts. But she discounted it because that meant most men wouldn't mind when she wanted the woman's ass in a threesome.

When Pedro's mouth was bruised, Kiko pulled his lips to hers' and kissed him for her own kind of luck. She broke the kiss and bent over onto his desk and presented herself to his ten inch manhood. Pedro reached for the ribbons on her thighs <BEEP> and thrusted himself into her beeping sex <BEEP>. His hands wrapped around her thigh ribbons, he humped her while she read the monitor for her victim's report. His long cock filled her completely and she squirmed back deeper onto his cock. <BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP>

"Fuck the debriefing!" Kiko said and began thrusting back with her ass. Pedro obliged by slamming harder, his hips bruising on her muscular ass. The small room became very sweaty as he fucked her on the desk.

"Yes, yes yes" moaned Kiko.

"Uh, uh uh" grunted Pedro.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP" cried the monitor.

Kiko gripped the edge of the desk and contracted her expert muscles. Pedro cried out as his cock was gripped by the world's tightest Ninja pussy. He pulled and pushed his ten inches of manhood through her wet grip. Pedro know knew the Japanese equivalent of the Chinese finger puzzle. He liked this much better.

Kiko threw her head back in an over dramatic orgasm but her sexy moan was drowned out by the monitor machine's speaker which produced a loud whistle. As the loud "PHEEEW" echoed through the room, Pedro orgasmed as well, his shrinking cock finally able to escape Kiko's grip.

As Kiko laid there, frustrated at only one orgasm, Pedro resumed the briefing, pausing only to pull up his own briefs.

"As far as we can determine, Mr. Demeanie has spent his new fortune on a mansion, extensive purchases in security cameras, a number of computers and for some reason, quite a few purchases from IBM"

"IBM? He must be one sick man to buy from Intimate Bondage Materials," responded Kiko. She knew her victim must be kinky because she collected IBM catalogs like some men collect panties.

Kiko stood up and tried to pull her swimsuit back over her chest. With Pedro's help and only a few more gropes, they managed to secure her outfit. She frowned at the screen and clicked it off.

"Gee, some rich pervert with bondage toys and a lucky statue. It shouldn't be much of a problem," said Kiko.

Pedro smiled and said "And since you leave tomorrow morning on Friday, you should be back before lunchtime."

Kiko agreed and said "Let's hope it only takes a few hours and not turn into some sort of three day weekend from Hell."

To be continued,

Bound Ninja in Spandex Part 2

By Shon Richards

Kiko stepped out of the car and had barely shut the door before it drove off. She sighed but was used to it. Considering how she looked, she was lucky they just didn't toss her out of the car. She began her cautious approach to her target's opulent mansion.

Kiko moved with surprising speed for one dressed as she was. Her six inch heels didn't sink into the soft ground at all. The purple ribbons on her arms didn't catch on any of the bushes. The purple swimsuit did ride up her butt a bit, but Kiko was used to that and didn't let it slow her any. She made it to the backdoor and removed her lockpicks from one of the many pouches she had tied to her legs.

Kiko picked the lock in record time. She had found that the thought of being seen in costume in the early morning did wonders for her speed of getting into a house. As she closed the door behind her, she let out a sigh of relief. Now that her sense of embarrassment was saved, she could get down to the business of breaking and entering.

Once inside, She found that the elegance of the mansion's outside did not reach inside. She believed she was in the kitchen. At least that would explain the number of pizza boxes on the floor and counters. Kiko silently tread through the open boxes and managed not to kick any of the garbage bags full of beer cans. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of robbing a slob.

The hallway was a much nicer surprise. The walls were adorned with erotic photographs and full size posters of bondage. Kiko stopped and admired the art but noticed a disturbing trend. All of the art featured women dressed as various superheroines. Well, superheroines that were ten times as muscular and larger breasts, but undoubtedly superheroines nonetheless. Kiko looked at the paintings with a certain envy, for each woman was bound in devices Kiko had only dreamed about.

She wondered if the subdermal device that was installed to monitor her celibacy was picking up her arousal. Kiko hated to think that the creeps back home were writing down that she was getting wet, especially when she was expected to explain why when she got back home. If they thought she was being dirty minded, then she could be in for a lot of lectures on self control when she returned.

She ignored the explicit picture of Wonder Woman being bound to a clothesline. She very deliberately did not look too long at the painting of Supergirl being impaled upside down by a kryptonite phallus. She kept her eyes straight ahead as she walked down the halls, looking for the vault she knew was here. She had memorized the floor plans on the trip over, and she knew she had to reach the basement. She was impressed by the multitude of erotic bondage art, and sighed when she knew she wouldn't be able to take any of it back.

She arrived at the basement door and quietly picked the lock. She felt uneasy that she hadn't meet anything in the way of security, but decided to count her blessings. At least it wasn't the usual problems, light beams which set off alarms, digital touchpads which unlocked huge sliding doors and those annoying fingerpad identification locks. Kiko could only cut so many fingers off in one day. Silently she went down the stairs.

The door she arrived at caused her to grumble and sigh at the same time. It was a solid metal door, much like the ones that had stopped her before. Unlike the other doors, this one had a mural of Batgirl on it. She thought it was Batgirl, because she had seen the television show and the mask and cape looked familiar. But the fact that the painted girl wasn't wearing anything else made it hard to identify. Kiko tried to remember if Batgirl had breasts that large and a waist that tiny. But when she noticed the pubic region was shaved into a bat, she knew it was confirmed.

She examined the door but couldn't find a knob or identification slot. She was puzzled by this sudden interest in security but felt good in knowing she must be on the right track. All she had to do was think like Mr. Demeanie and figure out how he would open this. Kiko called upon her half-semester of Psychology 101 from college to solve this puzzle.

Unfortunately, every time she concentrated, she kept thinking about the erotic art that filled this mansion. Images of Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Batgirl and Storm being bent over, forced to suck huge dildos and tied with more wrappings than Kiko had ribbons, were causing her to have unhealthy thoughts about the mural in front of her. Kiko smiled as she realized that she had succeeded in assuming the thought pattern of a millionaire fanboy.

She touched the oversize nipples of the painting and was not surprised to see that them sink into the door. As each nipple disappeared, she heard a large click come from the door, as if large bolts were sliding. When she let go, the nipples rose back out and the doors clicked as the bolts returned. She then reached for the Bat-bush and grinned as she pushed into a hole, but her grin faded as she hit bottom at about four inches. Once again, pressing against the soft velvet inside caused a loud click, though this time is was centered lower on the door. When she pulled her finger out of the Bat-bush, the button and click returned to normal.

On a hunch, she touched the Batgirl's face and found that the lips parted and allowed for a button to be pressed. The click that came from higher on the door was consistent with the other buttons. Kiko quickly felt up the rest of the painting and found no more touchable areas. She believed that she would have to press all four buttons at the same time, but considering how spaced they were, and the fact that she lacked a fourth touching appendage, she was stumped on how to do it.

About five minutes later, the beautiful Asian Ninja impersonator of a comic book girl had an idea. She approached the door and flexed her legs in preparation. She lifted her left foot, and gripped the six inch heel firmly. She twisted around and brought her heel level with her crotch and placed it in the painting's bat-bush. Leaning forward, she managed to penetrate the painting at an unbalanced angle.

Using her fingers, she pushed down the artistic nipples and was rewarded with two more bolts sliding. Grimacing a little, she placed her tongue inside the perky redhead's painted lips, and pushed the last button. As the button clicked, the door swung open slowly. Kiko was forced to hop with the door due to the fact that she couldn't untangle her heel fast enough.

Surprised that she didn't fall down, Kiko looked around the vault as she released her heel for the slot. She knew the Ruby Tits of Luck statue was bound to be here, and such a gaudy and busty artifact shouldn't be hard to find. However, the room was filled wall to wall with boxes, which meant a tedious search was ahead of her.

Kiko opened the first box, and found it was full of comic books. So was the next box. And the next one as well. Kiko realized she might have a long search ahead of her when the door slammed for no reason. She rushed to it and was not surprised to hear the sounds of gas rushing into the sealed area. She panic stricken briefly before she simply just got angry.

"Damn it!" she swore. "It's bad enough I'm stuck in some comic book trap with the fucking gas, but if this guy is half the geek I think he is, I'm going to be in for a lot of cracks about my outfit."

Kiko faded into unconscious, and awoke to found her hands handcuffed behind her back and her ankles hobbled on a three inch chain. It appeared she was in the living room, lying on the couch. She was surprised to be fully clothed, and was even more surprised by the people she saw looking at her.

The one man she recognized from the debriefing. It was Mark Demeanie, same wiry brown hair, same pimples, and even the same idiotic grin on his face. What her debriefing hadn't mentioned was his green spandex bodysuit that clung to his scrawny frame. Instead of thick glasses, he wore thick goggles that made him look even more bug eyed. The belt of gadgets he wore was so bulky, it made Kiko wonder how his scrawny frame could stand upright.

Behind him were women that would make Mr. Yugokumach a believer in a comic book God. There were four muscular women dressed in costumes straight out of the comics. The blond was wearing a Supergirl skirt and shirt, her muscles drawfing the skimpy outfit. The dark haired woman was dressed like Wonder Woman, from the red boots, to the red and gold one piece swimsuit that clung to artificial breasts. She noticed that "Wonder Woman"'s bracelets had rings to attach chains with. Seemed reasonable to Kiko.

The other two women were just as muscular, and Kiko began to get the feeling that she had seen them all before, and not in these costumes. The redhead was dressed in the rest of the Batgirl outfit Kiko had seen earlier. Except this Batgirl had ripped the sleeves off of her suit to let her huge muscles breathe, and the bat symbol was cut out to reveal a cleavage that only the miracle of silicon could provide.

The last woman was an African-American that Kiko instantly sympathized with. Growing up on X-men in order to study her Ninja role-model, she recognized the girl dressed as Storm instantly. Her long white hair was obviously a wig, about as real as the mammoth mammaries attached to her chest. Her outfit was white as well, prompting Kiko to speculate on why the only exotic black woman in comics was so heavily whitewashed. Kiko cursed X-men once again for being the hardest of females to imitate.

"Thank God my father hasn't forced me to dye my hair purple," she muttered.

"I see my captured Psylocke is finally awake" Mark said with calculated malice.

"Oh great" Kiko thought, "He is just as geeky as I imagined."

She answered with "Mr. Demeanie, if I am not released and able to report back in half an hour, this place will be swarming with a rescue team. I suggest you let me go."

Worry spread across Mark's face and as he took a step to untie her, the Wonder Woman impersonator spoke up.

"Wait a minute, if she has a rescue team coming, why did she tell us? She could have just waited for them," asked the woman Kiko would try to kill first.

"Damn, you're right!" exclaimed the would be villain. "She's ours to do with as we please!"

Kiko decided to get off that subject quick. "Why are you all dressed as super heroes? And who are you supposed to be Mr. Demeanie?"

Mark stood up straight and sucked in his Pepsi-gut. "I am known as Vengeance LAD!"

"Who the fuck?" Kiko said out loud before realizing her mistake.

Vengeance Lad snarled before answering. "I am Vengeance Lad, famous webmaster of W-W-W-dot-Take-it-bitch-dot-com. I offer actual photos of super-chicks I have overpowered and bound to my will. Other sites offer only art and other fantasies. Only Vengeance Lad has the resources and talent to show video feeds of Supergirl sucking down a Kryptonite dildo."

"You spent all of your fortune on bondage fantasies?" Kiko asked with surprise.

"That's correct, first I bought a ton of computers in order to record and post my videos onto the Internet. Then I bought this mansion filled with bondage accessories to create my hideout. Once I was ready, I hired these women who used to be on television's short lived game show, Lesbian Gladiators."

Kiko remembered them now. Lesbian Gladiators was her favorite show. She loved to watch out of shape men getting pummeled by lesbian bodybuilders in a variety of contact sports designed to showcase as much violence as possible. Her favorite sport was the race where the men had to navigate an obstacle course while the lesbians threw medicine balls at them.

Vengeance Lad continued his rant. "After I bought them all breasts enlargements, I began dressing them as various superheroines. My website was a success so I have made more and more videos of my exploits. Soon, the whole world will know of Vengeance Lad!"

"Or the whole world will know you are a shit-head loony" thought Kiko.

Vengeance Lad turned to the Supergirl and pointed at the Storm knockoff.

"It was Oreo's shift to watch the security cameras and she let Psylocke infiltrate without any warning at all. Place her on the Punishment Bench!" he said as he cackled.

The black girl resisted, "Damn it," she said. "You're the fucking fanboy and you still can't get my name right. The name is Ororo, O-roar-O." She was still ranting about her job imposed alias as they strapped her to a bench that they pulled from the closet.

Vengeance Lad pressed a button on his belt and immediately, a metallic dog ran in. Kiko admired this advance in robotics as the dog came right to vengeance lad and panted realistically. The gunmetal blue paint shined in the light. It was as big as a Doberman, just meaner looking. Somehow the dog looked menacing even standing among pizza boxes.

Vengeance lad petted the metal dog. "This is my prize possession, a robot created for my website by those fine fellows at Intimate Bondage Materials. He is fully mobile, armour plated, and responds to voice commands. I have named him..." and here he paused dramatically, Kiko simply rolled her eyes. "Pillage. Raping robotic dog sidekick of Vengeance Lad!"

At the mention of it's name, Pillage looked up at Vengeance Lad and stood at attention. Meanwhile, the black girl was bent over and strapped to a bench. Her pants were pulled down with her ebony ass high in the air. She could look behind her through her legs as Vengeance Lad gave the final voice commands.

"When I started my online company, I found that putting superheroines in bondage wasn't enough. The jaded Internet customer wasn't impressed for long with me fucking their favorite costumed whores either. So I had to invent more and more creative gimmicks, and thus my sidekick was born!"

"Pillage, sic her!" he said, pointing at the helpless heroine.

Pillage barked, a metallic sound echoing through the living room. He ran towards the girl while the other women quickly backed off. As he ran, Kiko noticed a long plastic dildo extend from it's groin. It leapt in the air and perfectly sank it's robotic penis into her.

"SHIT that hurts!" cried Ororo.

Kiko watched in fascination as the robot mounted her and pumped her defenseless sex. The dog made small grunts devoid of passion as it relentlessly fucked away at her. It's penis hummed, spewing lubricant with each thrust. Kiko couldn't take her eyes off of the scene before her. It was so brutal, yet surreal. On the one hand she knew she should be outraged but on the other hand, she was thrilled by the idea of a vibrator that would also fetch your socks. And as the observer back home would note by the sudden beeping of her sensuality monitor, she found it a pleasant fate to be consigned to.

"I set his timer with my belt" said Vengeance Lad. Kiko didn't hear him at all over Ororo's screams of indignity.

"What?" she asked.

"I said I set the timer for his fucking with my belt" yelled Vengeance Lad.

Ororo screamed louder as Pillage applied his spin mode to his robotic dog bone.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" asked Kiko, curious what she had to do to be punished like that.

"I SAID I SET THE TIMER FOR HIS FUCKING WITH MY BELT!" screamed Vengeance Lad.

Ororo howled as the first of her orgasms hit her. It was true that most women would be horrified to be molested by a robot dog, but like all the former Lesbian Gladiators, Ororo was a slut when you came right down to it.

Kiko tried to answer over Ororo's cries of pleasure. "YOU BETTER SHUT HER UP IF YOU ARE GOING TO SAY ANYTHING ELSE!"

The Batgirl impersonator clamped her gloved hand over Ororo's mouth. As silence returned, everyone relaxed while Pillage continued thundering away at her Storm-box. It's cock slide graphically in and out of her in the showmanship manner that only a pornstar could do. This had to do with the fact that his programming was done from imitating John Holmes movies.

"First, I want to know why you are dressed like Psylocke," asked Vengeance Lad.

Kiko said nothing. It was forbidden to implicate her father in anyway. Plus she really wanted a turn with the robot dog.

"Tell me who sent you and what you were looking for, or I'll have Pillage pump your Ninja ass for at least an hour."

Back at her home, a startled Pedro noticed her monitor racing off the chart.

Meanwhile Ororo was cumming for her sixth time, shaking the bench with her thrashing. Kiko looked with envy as Pillage retracted his penis and reemerged with a thicker phallus, this one ribbed and studded. He then began fucking her again, his cock opening her like a can of dog food. The screams of kinky pleasure penetrated even the glove that was held over her mouth.

Kiko could wait no longer.

"Oh, not only will I not tell you who sent me, but I think you're a loser who spent his fortune on sick fantasies when you could have done something meaningful. I also think you're ugly and I would rather fuck your dog than you any day." Satisfied by the red blush on his face, Kiko eagerly waited for her to be a victim of robot bestiality.

"You were sent by my arch enemy Professor Ballgag, weren't you? he screamed at her. "That sounds exactly like something he would have said, that loser. He's been pissed at me ever since my Valentine's Day - Lois Lane - Catwoman -Domination video sold ten thousand copies in one day! That's why he sent you dressed as Psylocke so maybe you could seduce me!"

Kiko thought that antagonizing a fanboy loony dressed in spandex was maybe a bad idea.

The Wonder Woman stepped up and offered an idea. "Since she's here, we might as well use her. We could tape her in some of our studios and be the fist ones to have Psylocke live and nude. She's almost an exact copy, the X-men fans would buy her right up."

"Once again Diana, you are the voice of reason," said Vengeance Lad. "We'll use Pillage last, after we've softened her up a little bit. Barbara, I want you to post spam on all the newsgroups, I want even the cancer treatment newsgroups to know that we will have Psylocke on our website nude and abused before this weekend is over."

Kiko knew that she better try to escape now, before she had her face plastered on the Internet. She sprang up and head butted Vengeance Lad, knocking him to the ground. With her hobbled ankles, she tried to quickly move over to Diana to use some sort of Ninja Knee move on her. Unfortunately the ankle chains slowed her too much and they quickly knocked her to the ground while the Supergirl ran for the chloroform.

Kiko struggled helplessly a mere foot away from Pillage fucking the captive girl. The two women pinned her down with their awesome physiques, their muscles preventing her from doing nothing but watching Ororo receive a dog pounding that Kiko was hoping for herself. Kiko watched her cum five more times before they clamped a cloth over her face.

As Kiko slipped away into dreamland, she wondered how she was going to explain this one when she got home.

To be continued,

Bound Ninja in Spandex Part 3

By Shon Richards

Kiko awoke, shaking the drugged feeling from her head. The first thing she noticed was that her wrists and ankles were bound and that she was bent over a sawbench. The second thing she noticed was that her swimsuit had been removed, which made her thankful the sawbench was padded, splinters can be a bitch. The last thing she noticed was that her hair smelled funny. When she tossed her head to look at her hair, she noticed it was purple!

She let out an angry scream. It was fucking bad enough that her father made her dress like the character Psylocke from the comic books. It was bad enough she was forced to wear ribbons on her limbs, six inch heel boots and a purple swimsuit that clung like saran wrap. But when her father insisted she get a breast enlargement to complete her appearance, she had put her foot down over her hair being dyed purple. She fumed and pulled at the restraints, eager to kick someone's ass.

"Quit that silly struggling," a voice commanded.

Kiko's memories returned with a shock. Her father had sent her to steal a statue rumored to grant incredible luck from a Mark Demeaned. After she had broken into the place and was captured, she learned Mark preferred to be called Vengeance lad and had a fetish for superheroine bondage. He was a nutcase with his own website dedicated to his sick fantasies. Kiko slumped as she remembered that she was going to be their star attraction this week. Her beautiful oval eggshell face and her father's obsession with having a comic book femme fatale for a daughter was going to result in her porn debut over the Internet.

She turned her head and looked the room over. It was a rather large studio, complete with automated cameras set up on the walls. The walls were a sickly lime green, with strange organic looking decorations, creating the effect of being in a bad "Alien" movie set. Even the bench she was on was bright green, looking more like some freakish stump of alien growth. And standing right beside her was the Wonder Woman look-a-like assistant, the one Mark called Diana. A wicked smile on her face, framed in black hair and a tiara.

"I'm glad you're awake, you slept till eight o'clock this evening and we wanted to get at least two hours taping done before the night was out. At least it gave your hair time to dry after we dyed it," said the grinning amazon.

"When I crack your fingers one by one, I'll ask if dying my hair was worth it," said Kiko. "What the hell is this setup anyway?"

The woman never stopped smiling. "Take a look at the ceiling, it's one of our most popular attractions"

Kiko turned her head upwards and giggled. There was a giant foam rubber "monster" hanging from the ceiling. It was a dark shade of green, and had multiple tentacles that hanged ominously low to the ground. It might of been frightening except for the goofy large blue glass eyes that circled the gaping mouth. The mouth was frozen in an open expression that made Kiko think it was going to suck on a whale's cock.

The woman reached for a tentacle and wrapped it around one of Kiko's ankles. "For some fucking reason, giant tentacle monsters are very popular for raping women," she explained. "It's always the same, the monster rams us with tentacle cocks and molests us for the audience's enjoyment."

"If you think I'm going to pretend some horny octopus is going to fuck me, you are in for a disappointment." Kiko said. She also tried to shake her bound leg so that the tentacle wouldn't stay on.

Diana smacked her once on Kiko's ass. "You had better stop struggling," she warned. "This is not some monster prop, but an invention from Intimate Bondage Materials. It's a fully automated creation that needs to know your exact placement in order for it to molest you. Keep struggling and you'll end up with a cock tentacle trying to enter your pussy through your shin."

That graphic image made Kiko stop moving. She watched Diana pull a tentacle around wrap it around each leg and arm. After a tentacle was in place, she would press a button on the master tentacle that would format that position. As each tentacle was activated, it would grip her tightly and Diana would remove a cuff from the bench. In a matter of minutes, Kiko was firmly held by the robot monster and more helpless than when she was held by escapable cuffs.

A tentacle was wrapped around her neck, and when the grip tightened, Kiko knew she was in very deep shit indeed. A tentacle was inserted into her sex, Diana working the large rubber phallus into her. Kiko felt herself stretch to accommodate it, and she worried that the device inserted into her to record her sexuality would be going nuts. Every time she had an orgasm and the monitor back home detected it, she could kiss a week's allowance good-bye. It was a bitch being a Ninja for a strict father who dressed you as a knockout but believed you should live like a nun.

When a rubber appendage was placed an inch inside her ass, Kiko stayed very still. She didn't even breath until she saw Diana hit the format button on the master tentacle. Kiko didn't like trusting a guy in her ass unless he was made aware how easy it would be for her to kill him if anything went wrong. Now she had some automated pervert's nightmare in her ass. Things were not going well.

Suction cup tentacles were placed on her large breasts, and Kiko was surprised by the warm liquid touch. These tentacles felt like a hungry hot mouth and she found it easy to close her eyes and imagine her scientist friend Pedro was the one doing it. It sure beat the hell out of the thought of getting turned on by a decadent octopus. She was lost in these pleasant thoughts when she heard Diana swearing.

"Damn, I wanted to use extra tentacles in case you were strong enough to resist," said Diana. "But now that you are wrapped pretty tightly I'm out of tentacles for you to suck on." She tapped the master tentacle in her hand while she pondered the problem.

Kiko saw a way out of this, "Why don't you just use that tentacle? It's a little bit smaller, but you have to cut me some kind of a break."

Diana's face broke into her familiar smile. "You have no idea how many times I have had to let this machine fuck me" she said. "Every week we get more requests for Wonder Woman to get gangbanged by the monster. Today, someone else can suck on rubber alien dick for a change!"

And with that final insult, she shoved the tentacle into Kiko's mouth and pressed the format button. Diana then set the start timer for three minutes. Kiko felt the tentacle tense in her mouth, but her eyes were on the "off" button a mere 10 inches up the rubber arm.

Diana walked out of the room, and entered the recording studio. A glass window separated the two rooms, but the camera angles were done to eliminate the anomaly. Kiko noted with disgust that a camera was directly pointed at her head, ready to record her beautiful face with the freakish purple hair suck down monster cock. A wave of terror passed through her at the thought of fanboys all over the world wanking off, imprinting her face into their minds forever. Escape was a must.

The timer expired and the bench she was on depressed into the ground. The tentacle around her waist held her in the same position but allowed for more visual exposure. The creature's eyes flashed like a horny pinball machine and the mouth issued what was supposed to be a threatening laugh. Kiko's disgust at this cheesiness was disrupted by the machine's carnal motions.

Her sex was penetrated roughly by the seeking tentacle and she nearly gagged on the cock in her mouth from the size of it. It entered in and out of her so slowly, she felt herself contract and squeeze on every inch. The tentacles on her breasts only added to her arousal, creating a direct line of arousal connecting her chest to her clit. The tentacle in her ass did not move yet and she was grateful, for it allowed her to enjoy herself for a moment. Her ribbons bounced wildly off her arms and legs as the machine and Kiko melded into each other.

Kiko snapped out of her bliss. If her monitor records her orgasm, she was in serious trouble. She began implementing her escape plan, and sucked hard on the cock in her mouth. She recognized the off button on the master tentacle when she saw it, all Intimate Bondage Materials were very much alike. If she could reach that button, she could be free!

Sucking on rubber was extremely hard. The rubber drained her moisture while the taste was awful. The tentacle in her Ninja delta was pumping faster and it was extremely distracting. She tilted her head to suck more of the tentacle into her mouth, but the waves of pleasure from her sex were breaking her concentration. The simulated mouths on her nipples were sucking harder while the grips on her thighs were pulling her wider. She moaned a low guttural sound, and she lost two of the inches she had managed to deep throat.

The tentacle began to vibrate inside her and she knew it was now or never. Delaying her orgasm was driving her nuts as well as causing Pedro back at home to marvel at her perseverance. Her sex was fighting her to have an orgasm the entire time Kiko sucked harder. Inch by inch she managed into her mouth, estimating that she would have to deep throat a full twelve inches if she was going to succeed. She also knew she was giving the video performance of a life time to these losers, but that couldn't be helped now.

She had sucked 10 inches down when her body gave up and had an orgasm. She nearly choked as she shook with the power of the explosion in her sex. Defeat washed over her as she realized she lost another allowance. Her body was just beginning to relax from the orgasm when the anal tentacle shoot a slippery fluid onto her ass, and dived in.

Meanwhile Pedro was writing down the time and intensity of the orgasm. He was very proud of his invention, it had solved the perplexing problem of catching Kiko at play. She had a long record of corrupting people who were trying to report on her. There was no way she could bribe the machine, no way she could blowjob her way into a false report.

The best part about the whole situation, was that Pedro was finding it extremely arousing. It was very easy to listen to the beeps and whistles and try to imagine what Kiko must be doing to generate these feelings. He had been stroking himself for the past ten minutes, keeping his strokes in time with the beeps.

"Man, she must be having the fuck-fest of her life." Pedro muttered to an empty room.

Meanwhile Kiko was shaking under the assault. The anal tentacle dived in and retracted with a viciousness that surprised her. The tentacle in her sex expanded very slightly, but was enough to make her feel like she had just been reentered for the first time today. Her ass was struggling to expand around the anal tentacle with plunged into her unforgivingly. The restraining tentacles increased their grip and Kiko decided not to wait any longer if she could help it. Before she could refocus on her oral escape, the tentacles came.

She was startled by the ejaculation of hot sweet frosting into her mouth. She tasted vanilla in the thick icing, and had only a moment to reflect on it before the other tentacles ejaculated as well. Hot frosting shot into her sex, creamed out of her ass and shot out of the tentacles restraining her. The white icing flying everywhere made her the center of an alien cum shower and she was not amused.

She arched her head as straight as she could and sucked the cock into her mouth. Her eyes squinted as she sought to take as much as she could into her. The anal and vaginal attacks were taking their toll on her self control and Kiko cursed herself for being so horny. She would never escape if she kept cumming like this. She imagined the tentacle in her mouth to be Antonio Banderas's cock and slurped her way down the rubber dildo. Inch by inch she sucked, the icing sticking to her exhausted body.

Finally, her tongue touched a button and Kiko used her powerful tongue to press it. Holding her breath and hoping she pressed the right one, she let it out as the arms relaxed and she dropped to the floor. She hit the floor hard, the cock in her ass hurting especially. As the pain subsided, she spit out the cock in her mouth. She saw Diana stand up looking shocked. Diana rushed to the door to the studio, in the time it took Kiko to stand and pull the tentacle out of her ass. She assumed her deadly fighting stance and looked forward to an ass kicking.

Diana ran in, her powerful arms raised to grab Kiko. Kiko side stepped her easily and watched as Diana slipped on a patch of white frosting. Before her ass had hit the ground, Kiko had landed a kick to her head, knocking her out cold.

Diana awoke to find herself strapped onto the padded sawbench. She was not surprised. She was however surprised to see Kiko wearing her Wonder Woman swimsuit. Kiko was constantly falling out of the suit as she walked around Diana, but she didn't care. She was too busy attaching tentacles.

"What are you doing?" asked Diana a little hysterically. "You don't know how to program it!"

"That's right," Kiko answered. "It'll run off of the positions that you programmed for me."

Diana looked at her with large frightened eyes. "But I'm a good half foot taller than you, it won't compensate at all!" she yelled.

Kiko popped a non-master control tentacle in Diana's mouth.

"Yep, that's what I figured" she said.

She set the timer and walked off. She examined the controls and tried to figure out how to erase the tape of her being alien fucked. She discovered that although a copy of the tape was edited here for production, a master copy was already copied to the main computer. Kiko kicked the desk as she realized she would need to find that copy as well as the Ruby Tits of Luck statue before she left.

She went into the studio bathroom to take care of non-erotic urgent matters. She used the sink to wash off most of the alien cum icing, but it still left her a little sticky. Steeling herself, she saw herself in the mirror. The purple hair on her Asian features didn't look that bad, which pissed her off that she had even a slight liking to her dye job. Worst, a glob of the icing was stuck in her hair. Now she had a white mess making a portion of her hair stick out at a right angle. Someone was going to pay.

She turned to the toilet and before she sat down, she saw the camera. With an angry karate chop, she destroyed the camera, as well as dealing a blow to the expectations of fanboys who had hoped to get a video titled "Psylocke pisses!" from WWW.takeitbitch.com.

She was using the studio bathroom when the timer went off on Diana. Kiko finished her business quickly and watched with satisfaction as the tentacles went a lot deeper into Diana than she was used to. Despite the fact that the "Wonder Woman" one piece wasn't able to hold her cleavage in, it was better than nothing. Seeing Diana struggle helplessly under a rain of frosting did wonders to cheer Kiko's mood.

Recalling that the floor plans she studied showed heavy reconstruction on the attic, she left the studio to search for a hiding place for the statue. She knew she was on the second floor, and the sounds of the television downstairs assured her that she may be alone up here. Proceeding very carefully to the attic stairs, she moved as silent as a battery dead vibrator.

The attic door was unlocked, and the lights were off. As she turned on the light switch, she saw that this room was an extensive dungeon setting. Hooks hanged from the ceiling, whips and cuffs decorated the walls and there were quite a few beds with restraints. The room was done in black, except for the podium on which the Ruby Nipples of Luck statue stood!

Kiko walked towards it carefully, her heart pounding. She examined it and found no light sensors or what appeared to be pressure plates. She wasn't sure what it was doing here, but she admitted that the gold and ruby statue did add a nice contrast. Her gloved hands picking the obscene statue up, she turned to leave the attic.

Holding the statue in one hand, she reached for the doorknob and froze as electricity arced through her. When the voltage stopped, she fell to the ground. The door opened and Vengeance Lad and the women dressed as Supergirl and Batgirl followed.

"That was a good idea Kara, letting her have the run of the house till we saw what she wanted." Vengeance Lad said.

The girl dressed as Supergirl smiled. "Does this mean I get to do the video I wanted to with her?" she asked.

"I don't know Kara," said the Batgirl. "If we hadn't of been watching on remote feed, we would have never known she escaped from Diana. Maybe we should just kill her."

"Nonsense, " Vengeance Lad said. "I like her idea, and what she did to Diana was a fluke. She won't escape a second time.

Kara picked Kiko up by the long hair and turned to the Batgirl.

"C'mon Barbara and help me out, we have a lot of work to do if she's going to be ready by morning," she said, an evil malice alight in her eyes.

To be continued,

Bound Ninja in Spandex Part 4

By Shon Richard

Kiko was awaken by some not so gentle slaps to the face. She shook off the effects of the electric zap she received the night before. Her hands were bound with a one foot long chain, and she smiled as she realized it was plenty of room to strike with. Her hopes plummeted when she realized her ankles here hobbled with about a two inch slack. Exactly the same length she was wearing when she got her ass kicked yesterday. She decided to wait before she made a daring escape.

She took a moment to assess her clothes and saw that she still had her boots and ribbons. Somehow she felt that those items were never going to be taken off of her. She was relieved to see she was still wearing her Wonder Woman swimsuit one piece. Although the top was too small to cover her huge surgery gifted breasts, it was better than nothing. And after her savage misuse at the tentacles of the foam rubber monster yesterday, she was glad that she was wearing something that covered her sex and ass.

"Well, now that she's awake, we can begging filming soon" said her chief tormentor, the evil Vengeance Lad.

She looked at the scrawny guy, looking like a true fanboy in his green spandex and bug eye goggles. Behind him were two of his assistants, strapping in a third to the familiar sawbench. She knew their victim rather well, it was Diana, the woman who forced her to be fucked by the rubber monster yesterday. Kiko smiled to see Diana moving very carefully, obviously not recovered from Kiko's revenge.

The two women finished tying her down and came to attention behind Vengeance Lad. One was dressed in a purple cat costume, complete with a feline tail and black wig. She was obviously patterned after the modern Catwoman, the one who just beat people up rather than purr suggestively. The costume clung to her curves and muscles, and Kiko recognized her as Supergirl from yesterday. Kiko had become an expert at admiring the female form under spandex.

The other girl was dressed as the wimpy marvel comics equivalent of Catwoman, the Black Cat. Her black and white fur bodysuit was just as flattering on her body, and the white wig she wore gave her an exotic touch. She licked her lips towards Kiko and the young Ninja found her self shifting under that gaze. As she shifted, something clicked inside her and she let out a moan as a thrill of pleasure shot through her.

"Ah, I see she has discovered the Ben-WA balls," said the Black Cat girl. "That was the best idea you ever had Selene."

"Thank you Felecia," said Selene. "But I think I have more ideas that might come out better."

Vengeance Lad whistled and his robot dog came into the room. He turned to Kiko and laughed in a dramatic attempt to frighten her.

"Since you escaped from Diana yesterday," said Vengeance Lad, " I've decided to punish her while my other two cohorts have their way with you. I want to prove to you that escape is hopeless here!"

Kiko decided to speak her mind and said "The only thing hopeless here is your chance of ever growing up and getting over this super-chick fantasy. What's your problem anyway? Did Linda Carter never return your fanmail or something?" And at that she smiled sweetly, the fake smile that made her eyes disappear under cherubic cheeks.

Vengeance Lad stared at her, his face swelling with anger. Finally, he snapped and screamed "She didn't even say thank you for the candy I sent her!" The he turned to the robot dog and pointed at the helpless Diana. "Pillage, sic her!" he screamed.

The dog barked enthusiastically and rushed towards Diana's upturned ass. Quickly he pumped his automated penis into the struggling Amazon while several cameras came to live and zoomed in. Diana screamed uselessly into her ballgag.

Vengeance lad turned to the other two girls and said "Just make it last as long as possible, this Psylocke bitch is going to make us a lot of money before this day is through."

As he left the room and the door shut behind him, Kiko tried to stand up. The Black Cat clad woman kicked her down with her furry boot and Kiko fell to her knees. Before she could respond, Selene walked behind her and spanked her ass with a small cat-of-nine tails. The little knots stung her unexpectedly and she cried out and instinctively tried to rise again. This time Felicia placed her boot on Kiko's head and pinned her face down to the floor. Kiko gained the impression that this was going to be a long day.

"Understand right now you little shit," said Felicia. "You are not to stand up at all or you will replace Diana. You are also not allowed to talk at any time. If you understand me, wiggle your ass in agreement."

Kiko refused to cooperate with these psycho cat dominatrixes. It was one thing to be required by your parent to look like a Superhero, it was another thing to do it deliberately. Her stoic non participation came to an abrupt end with the smacking of the cat-of-nine tails on her ass. The sting of the multiple lashes on her ultra thin swimsuit covering convinced her that playing along wouldn't be so bad. Unfortunately, wiggling her bottom was just enough motion to send the Ben-WA balls rolling inside of her, causing her to moan in front of her tormentors.

Selene noticed right away and said "Looks like our little Kitty likes this treatment, this is going to be more fun than when we kidnapped those catholic girls."

Felicia agreed. "Hey, Kitty is a better name than little shit, wiggle your ass if you agree Kitty."

Kiko decided to skip the prompting and shook her bottom in agreement. Even thought she knew it was her imagination, she swore she could hear the tapes in the cameras rolling.

"I think it's time we feed our Kitty." Selene said.

Kiko's stomach growled at the mention of food. She thought back and realized she hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. If it wasn't for the fact that she was being dominated on her knees while wearing a Wonder Woman outfit that she was falling out of, she would have blamed her bad temper on her hunger.

Felicia clapped her hands and skipped to the fridge. It was strange seeing her black and white fur bodysuit bouncing in such an innocent fashion, but Kiko decided not to comment. If she had to pretend that the silly woman was a deadly villainess in order to get some food, then Felicia was wicked enough to be a Disney villain as far as Kiko was concerned.

Felicia returned, carrying a huge sandwich. Kiko licked her lips as she noticed the slices of ham about to fall out of the sandwich. The whole thing was about a foot long and she felt she would have no problem what so ever eating it all.

She was dismayed to see Felicia tear off a piece of the end and throw it on the ground. But that was OK, Kiko hated eating the ends anyway.

Her attention was brought back to the matter at hand when Selene whipped her healing backside. She spun around to see why she was being punished. Selene simply smiled and pointed at the food on the floor.

"Go eat Kitty, we don't have all day," she said.

Horror filled Kiko's face and she turned towards the fallen food. Felecia had already stepped back and dropped another segment for her on the floor. Grumbling, Kiko crawled on her knees towards the food, Selene urging her on with more lashes. The flimsy material of her swimsuit began to come apart under the knotted lashes. Each lash sent a jolt straight to her sex, which caused her Ben-WA balls to click together harder. Kiko was torn between her hunger, the spreading pain on her ass, and the blissful distraction of her Ben-WA balls.

She approached the first sandwich piece, blowing her purple dyed hair out of her face. She reached forward to snatch it up when a black boot pinned her hand to the floor. Looking up she saw Selene wagging her finger back and forth.

"No using your hands Kitty, you have to eat with just your mouth," said the beautiful Catwoman.

Kiko growled in hostile anger, which quickly turned to a yelp as Felicia smacked her with a wide paddle. The sudden impact nearly knocked her down, and the Ben-WA balls' violent clicking nearly kept her down. When her eyes were able to focus again, she saw that Felicia had spread the entire sandwich over the floor of the attic. Selene was standing on her hand, so she hurried to eat the sandwich.

Bending her head down, she struggled to get the whole piece into her mouth. The bread was extremely dry and the ham was much too salty, but Kiko was thrilled to be finally eating. She chewed on the food happily while Selene stepped off of her hand. As soon as she had swallowed the food down, the paddle came down on her ass, pushing her towards the next sandwich dropping.

For the next hour, it continued. Kiko would undergo alternating spanks form the paddle and the nine tails. Her ass would be inflamed by one solid WHAM followed by sharp individual LASH. Worse, every piece of the ham sandwich seemed to be drier than the last. She had the worst time swallowing the last two pieces, and the women weren't exactly giving her time to chew. She estimated that she had to the count of five before they began spanking her again. Her swimsuit bottom was in tatters, and her sex was dripping down her leg. Those damn Ben-WA balls were driving her crazy, but weren't giving her the friction she needed to get off.

In fact, the arousal she was feeling was so intense, that Pedro had to change the speakers once already. He thought that adding a subdermal device to monitor her sexual activity wouldn't see much use. The presence of the device should have deterred any future activity. He shook his head at her blatant promiscuity. Her arousal was so frequent, the machine had blown a speaker from repeated "BEEPS"

When she had finally finished her meal, she had crawled over the length of the attic floor twice. Her knees were a very dark shade of red, but her ass was worse. She knew from the erotic fiction the maids used to sneak her that her senses were supposed to be aflame right now and ready for some good lesbian sex, but all Kiko was in the mood for was to do some ass-kicking of her own. Her dreams of revenge were disrupted by Selene stepping in front of her. Kiko automatically pulled her hands back to avoid their being stepped on again.

"Well, my little Kitty ate that sandwich up pretty slow" said Selene. "Are you thirsty my Kitty?"

Kiko almost said something, but remembered her silence and simply nodded her head. The salt of the ham and the bread's ability to absorb her saliva had left her parched.

The dark haired woman smiled a wicked grin, full of malice. Her wig of black hair curled around her face and the light glanced off her purple bodysuit. Kiko found herself knowing fear of what this woman will try next. But underneath that fear she also craved a chance to open up a can of Ninja-Whop-Ass on her.

"Nodding your head isn't good enough, " the evil Catwoman said. "I want to hear my Kitty meow for her water."

Felecia giggled behind Kiko. "Yeah, meow like a kitty! Meow like a kitty!" she chanted.

Kiko looked at her in disbelief. Behind Catwoman she could see Diana ceasing her struggling as the robot dog continued relentlessly mounting her. Kiko felt a wave of helplessness come over her as she wondered if she would be as docile if this continued. She debated whether she should resist, in case complying meant the beginning of a long process where she would ultimately be brainwashed. As Catwoman opened a gallon jug of water and took a long sip from it, Kiko decided that catering to these perverts for something to drink wasn't going to turn her into a prostitute anytime soon. Besides she was a prostitute on her last job.

"Meow" she said grudgingly, her eyes narrowed to deadly slits.

She heard the paddle swish through the air before it her ass, but it didn't help the impact. The back of her ass felt like she could boil water on it. The force of the blow caused the Ben-WA balls to hit so hard, she nearly came, but resisted just in time by concentrating on some shuriken size statistics. She was going to be damned before she lost another week's allowance to another orgasm.

"Meow!" she said this time louder. The venom still in her eyes.
Selene smiled down on her and took another long sip while Felecia paddled her again. Again and again she meowed in the hopes of being rewarded. By the tenth paddle hit, her eyes had lost their hostility and she was using her puppy dog eyes that had once persuaded a Sheriff to slip her the keys to the jail. On Selene, they worked as well. But Kiko had the feeling she wasn't getting a steak dinner out of this use of her puppy eyes.

Selene waved Kiko over to a stool, and was happy to see the haughty female Ninja race her there. She motioned her to place her jaw on the seat of the stool and when she did, Selene then put her black five inch heel boot right up beside her face. The frown on Kiko's face was very erotic to Selene, it made her feel that same sadistic happiness that she had missed since leaving the television show Lesbian Gladiators.

"Oh, for the thrills of watching a contestant look to you for mercy before you gave them an elbow to the head," thought Selene wistfully.

She placed the toe of her boot at Kiko's lips, and was glad to see Kiko did not move away in the least. She leaned down, and tilted the water jug onto her boot. Kiko's eyes widened in horror and quickly she regained her composure, glaring up at Selene in outright hatred.

Kiko couldn't believe what was happening. She watched as the water traveled down Selene's boot. In the span of ten seconds she decided she wanted the water too much to refuse. Feeling her pride shrink down inside herself, she lapped the falling water. The water was so nice and cold, but it was falling too fast and Kiko desperately began licking loudly at the boot. Water dribbled down her chin as her tongue tasted leather.

Felecia laughed her annoying giggle. "Damn! I didn't think you ever could have gotten that stuck up Chinese bitch to suck your boots!" she exclaimed.

As humiliated and embarrassed as Kiko was, being called Chinese when she was a proud eighth generation Japanese-American meant that payback was going to be hell for a certain Black Cat. But right now, she was too busy licking out a pocket of water in the laces of Selene's boot. Already the water had trickled to an end.

"Now it's time for a new game." Selene said. "Lay down on your stomach over there Kitty" she ordered.

Kiko paused to lick another drop of water when Felecia got her moving with a hard smack to her backside. Shuddering from the Ben-WA balls, Kiko crawled to the place Selene ordered and laid down. Felecia pressed her boot down on Kiko's neck and dared her to move. As Kiko laid perfectly still, Selene uncuffed her ankles, and re-cuffed them to a spreader bar that was about three feet wide. Kiko felt her hands unlocked and pulled behind her back. She debated making her escape, but Felecia pressed down harder on her neck and she decided to wait a bit longer. Her hands were fastened to another spreader bar, this one at least two feet long.

The women stepped back, helping Kiko stand. Kiko considered launching her attack when Selene lifted her knee into Kiko's stomach with sudden force. As Kiko bent over gasping, they quickly attached a chain to her wrist bar and hoisted her arms up. She regained her breath and found she couldn't stand up, the chain was too short. Selene slipped a finger between Kiko's legs and stroked her gently. Kiko bit her lip to keep from cumming, and despair filled her as her future predicament became clear to her. She blew the purple hair out of her eyes and saw the spreader bar at her feet and smiled. It was made of wood.

"What are we going to do to the bitch now?" Felicia asked.

"Felecia," Selene began. "We have a beautiful woman of exotic Asian background bent over and extremely horny from our spankings and Ben-WA balls. I don't know about you, but I'm going to fuck the hell out of her."

Felecia reached out and tweaked one of Kiko's nipples. her huge artificial breasts were hanging freely and Felicia bounced them back and forth for a moment before answering.

"Cool, after we fuck the hell out of her, let's make her do something really fun. How about setting the robot dog to anal and letting him have a turn while she eats us out?" asked the Black Cat.

Selene finished pulling off her long leggings before answering. "Sure, and afterwards we can see how many nipple clips we can place on those udders she has."

Kiko watched as Selene retrieved a large double ended dildo out of a nearby chest. Despite her utter loathing of these two, she felt her sex ache with longing. She had mixed feelings when she saw Selene then attach the dildo through a strap-on thong. She waited silently, tensing in preparation.

Selene stepped behind her, and ran her fingers over the welts on Kiko's ass. Selene ripped the rest of the tattered swimsuit bottom off, and extracted the two Ben-WA balls. Kiko shuddered as the gloved fingers searched inside her. So overwhelmed was she by these feelings, she almost forgot to try her escape.

Selene turned to the camera closest, and gave her best Lesbian Gladiator smile. That's why she didn't see Kiko quickly lift her legs and bring the spreader bar right into Selene's stomach. As Selene bent over in pain, Kiko dropped her feet back down, and lifted them back up as hard as she could at Selene's lowered head. With a loud CRACK and a Catwoman flying back from the blow, the spreader bar was now in pieces and Kiko's legs were free.

Kiko heard Felecia running towards her, so she quickly flipped and tucked her legs through her outstretched hands. She landed upright and standing, now that she was no longer bent over. Felecia skidded as she came close to Kiko. She lashed out with a right handed punch and Kiko took it right on the jaw, purple hair flying. She automatically returned the blow with a kick to Felecia's chest, a kick to her knee and finished with three rapid blows to her head. As Felecia tumbled, Kiko thanked God that her boots were too sexy to have removed, despite their dangerous applications.

Diana struggled to get loose but her bounds and the robot dog had her firmly in place. She watched helplessly as Kiko flipped around and placed some powerful kicks to the spreader bar connecting her hands. Diana screamed through her ballgag as Kiko broke free and landed on a headstand admist her fallen captors.

Kiko took the free moment to stretch her legs before she got something to drink. Now that she was free, she found herself almost overwhelmed by how horny she was. Those damn Ben-WA balls were too much for her, and it looked like she was going to masturbate before continuing her mission, just for the sake of being able to concentrate. Which meant loosing all her clothes buying money for this month.

She walked over to the fridge in order to get something real to drink and eat. Munching on a soda and some cookies, she decided to look in the freezer section. There she found the largest frozen strawberry flavored dildo she had ever seen. Looking at her unconscious captors, she thought that if she was going to loose another week's allowance, she might as well make the most of it.

Selene awoke with a terrible headache and a sore jaw. When she tried to move her jaw, she realized her mouth was filled with a huge ice dildo. She struggled reflexively and came to terms with the fact that she was bound face to face with Felicia. Their bodies had been strapped together standing up, the leather straps pressing them far too tightly together. Their chests were crammed uncomfortably between them and their legs chained to one another as they struggled for balance. They were each wearing collars that were holding their heads still with chains that connected to the ceiling. They were also sharing the strawberry dildo between their mouths, neither of them able to spit it out due to how tightly their heads were collared together.

"OK you evil wicked villains, who wants to get fucked first?" asked a strap-on wearing Kiko.

Felecia wiggled her ass in enthusiasm while Selene rolled her eyes. As Kiko approached Felecia, the Black Cat started jumping in happiness, totally oblivious to Selene's bewilderment at her eagerness.

Kiko touched Felecia's muscular ass and was temporarily amazed at how hard and firm it was. The she regained her composure and said "Oh I'm sorry Felecia, I never fuck anyone who thinks I'm Chinese."

Felecia slumped her shoulders at the same time Selene was tensing hers. Kiko stepped behind the Catwoman, pinching her bare ass. Selene regretted undressing earlier, but realized if she hadn't of undressed, the Ninja would have done it for her. Selene wished she could sat something cruel and calculated, but her mouth was completely filled by the strawberry dildo and she was having a hard enough time not choking much less talking.

Kiko dipped her gloved fingers into Selene, and was disappointed to find her so wet. Oh well, revenge can't always be served dry. She guided the strap-on into Selene's kitty box, the double end of the dildo pushing back into her.

"Mmmmmmmmm" Selene moaned through her ice gag.

"Awwwwwwwww" Felecia whimpered through her ice gag, saddened that she wasn't getting any.

"About damn time" whispered Kiko as she shuddered from the touch of the strap-on. She gripped Selene's hips and thrusted into her tight kitty pussy. The dildo pressed back into Kiko and she leaned on Selene's upright tied body for support. Her hips slammed back and forth, bruising herself slightly on her victim's muscular ass. Her over sensitive sex exploded immediately, filling Kiko's exhausted body with pleasure.

Her body rejuvenated, Kiko fucked faster. Her purple hair with the one white sticky patch was flying with each thrust. All her frustration came out in her savage pounding of Selene. The captured Catwoman bit halfway into her ice dildo when the orgasm racked her body. Selene tried to pull her teeth loose from the ice, but was horrified to find herself stuck.

Meanwhile Kiko was reaching around and squeezing Felecia's ass for a handle as she finished fucking Selene. Felecia squirmed in arousal as she felt Kiko slam Selene onto her. She glared into Selene's eyes out of spite that she was getting laid.

Kiko finally stopped thrusting, her fourth orgasm wearing her out. She undid her strap-on, and left it imbedded in Selene. She knew it would fall out in a few minutes, but it should tease her for a while longer. She then searched the area for a change of clothes so she wouldn't have to walk around butt-naked. Al she could find was a leather bikini bottom and a torn T-shirt. Reluctantly she put these on, wincing as the leather touched her tender ass.

Then she went to the recording studio section of the attic. Within minutes she had deleted her entire embarrassing episode with the two women, but not the master copies that were simultaneously recorded in the Master studio, where ever the hell that was. She reorganized the mission in her mind. First, locate the prized statue. Second, find the master copies of her sexual maulings and destroy them. And finally, Kiko swore to herself not to get captured, knocked unconscious or tied up in some kinky bondage trap again.

Tugging the tattered T-shirt over her breasts, she hurried out the door, leaving the other women to struggle helplessly. She waved good-bye to an emotionally shattered Selene as she left.

To be continued,

Bound Ninja in Spandex Part 5

By Shon Richards

Kiko walked quietly through dark mansion. Her senses were on the lookout for any attack, her body prepared to fight for it's life. So far she had been captured and filmed on video twice. Her ass was sore, her sex had been filled with dildos and rubber monster tentacles and her jaw was still sore from where the bitch dressed as Black cat had slugged her. Kiko was determined not to let any more abuse happen to her.

Walking down the corridors Kiko noticed herself in the full length mirror on the wall. She frowned at her long hair that had been dyed purple. It fell past her shoulders making her Asian features glow in contrast to the dark purple. Her eyes were drawn to the clump of hair sticking up, still sticky from the "alien" vanilla frosting cum. Her clothes consisted of a simple T-shirt, a not so simple leather bikini bottom, her six inch heel boots and of course, about a dozen ribbons strapped on her arms and legs.

"Damn," Kiko muttered. "I look like Psylocke the night after the frat party."

Turning to continue searching the mansion for the Ruby Tits of Luck statue, she noticed someone moving down the hall. Realizing that three of her five tormentors were locked upstairs, she rushed to the end of the hall, eager to eliminate another.

She turned the corner and saw a door close. Confident and feeling in control for the first time in a long time, she kicked the door open. She rushed in to find another recording studio, complete with more bondage toys and furniture. Of the person, she saw nobody.

She walked carefully around the studio, keeping an eye out for traps. Because she had been shocked one time, she avoided anything metallic. Because she had been gassed another time, she propped the door open as she came in. And after being needled once, she was making sure no one could sneak behind her. Her caution resulting in no one attacking, she finished her search and promptly fell asleep.

Kiko awoke and before she had even opened her eyes, she asked "How?" out loud.

"It was simple, " a soothing feminine voice answered. "We drugged that ham sandwich they feed you. We wanted you to be awake for the attack, but fall asleep shortly after so you couldn't escape. It's a good thing too, you escaped before they got a chance to fuck you, but it knocked you out all the same."

Kiko tilted her head to see how she was bound this time. Kiko was beginning to take this all in stride, even though she was humiliated and video taped, she at least always got laid. She was bound upright to a metal X-frame, T-shirt and bikini bottom removed once again. Her wrists were held down by ropes that worked off of some kind of pulley system. She noticed that under her a hollow pole had been placed right beneath her sex, the pole ending at the floor above a cup that was sitting on a scale balance. Kiko had no idea what the scales were for, and hoped she didn't have to drip out of her pussy to fill that cup.

"If that's what they have in mind then they are in for a rude lesson in female anatomy" Kiko muttered to herself.

She then examined the last remaining henchwoman of Vengeance Lad. The black lady was wearing a white wig that trailed down to the floor. Her white spandex bodysuit was so tight Kiko knew the woman had a shaved pubic region. She knew this lady to be the copy of Storm, which made sense considering how many black women there were in comics. She thought that having to wear the same outfit everyday while the other former Lesbian Gladiators could wear any costume they like as long as they changed wigs, must have been frustrating for the Storm girl.

Storm approached her, holding two wires that she pulled from a machine across from Kiko. Storm quickly tied the wires to two large green clips, and then clamped them over each of Kiko's nipples.

"OUCH!" Kiko yelled, "What the fuck are these for?"

Storm didn't say a word as she then placed a dildo made of ice onto an odd looking motor device. Kiko recognized the motor from the Intimate Bondage Materials catalog and shuddered. It was 9800 Pump-n-Thrust motor, designed to give the phallus of your choice that realistic fucking motion women crave. Storm then plunged the frozen dildo into Kiko without any preparation. As Kiko screamed from the cold and gave the X-frame her best thrashing as she tried desperately to escape. The evil women then attached the motor and dildo to the pole and stepped back to admire her handiwork.

"Quit your screaming and listen, I'm only going to explain this once," the white clad black woman ordered.

Kiko stopped screaming and shuddered quietly as Storm explained.

"Vengeance Lad had decided to cut his losses and finish you off in a gruesome and graphicly entertaining way for his fans. The ropes on your arms and the wires on your nipples are hooked up to the same pulley system. Every two minutes they will pull an inch. Eventually your arms will be ripped from their sockets and your nipples will be a mess. We have decided to give you a futile chance to prolong your fate. The ice dildo will slowly melt inside of you and drip down to the scales. For every two ounces that drip, the pulley will release an inch of slack. We have allowed you enough room that you can hump on the dildo in an attempt to make it melt. In the off chance you don't want to cooperate, the dildo has a motor that will fuck you anyway. Any questions?"

Kiko stopped shivering long enough to ask "You assholes are really going to kill me?"

Storm nodded. "Right now Vengeance Lad has spent his entire fortune on the computers, our salaries, bondage equipment and enough comic books to jerk a high school off with. We cannot afford to have you get free and tell what we have done to you. Of course my boss is a wimp who won't be able to see your corpse much less witness your death, so you'll have to be satisfied with me watching your doom. And recording it of course."

And with that explanation completed, she turned around went to the adjacent recording studio. Kiko watched as the woman made herself comfortable, flipped some switches and began reading an issue of Cosmos.

Before Kiko could plot her escape, the motor on her dildo came to life. The shivering that she was barely able to control was returned with vengeance as the ice plunged up and out of her. The frozen shaft fucked her faster than Kiko could react to. Up and down the ice plunged, almost moving too fast for her to feel the cold, her body shaking from the assault. She twisted in her bonds as she felt the familiar feelings of an orgasm approaching.

The machine across the room started up with a gentle hum that Kiko didn't hear. But she immediately became aware of it when her wrists were pulled an inch outward. She cried out from the sudden pain, and cried out louder when the clips on her nipples were tugged outward. She forgot the icy intrusion of the dildo as her breasts were aflame with pain. She looked down at her huge man-made breasts and was horrified at how obscenely they were pulled out.

The callus phallus continued to fuck her as she reflected on her dilemma. Now that she was pulled tight from the wrists and chest, Kiko couldn't squirm as much. Trying to stand still while she was being fucked was driving her senses crazy. Her sex was so wet, she noticed how much easier the dildo was sliding into her. As she panted loudly on the X-frame, the wrist ropes tugged again, followed by her nipple clips.

Her eyes widened in alarm. There was no way that another minute had passed yet the ropes were pulling again so soon. Kiko came to the grim conclusion that unless she did something extremely soon, her arms were going to be hanging from the ceiling. Kiko wouldn't let herself think about the fate of her nipples.

She examined her ankles, hoping to see a flaw she could exploit. She saw that it was a simple leather belt strap that held her ankles, but as far as they were, they might as well be made of steel. Looking down also gave her a clear view of the ice phallus pumping inside her. Seeing how huge it was gave her new respect for how much cock she could hold. She stopped looking at it when she realized she was just getting horny, and right now humping back would not go easy on her nipples.

She turned her attention to her wrist restraints and immediately saw possibilities. As the ropes tugged another inch and her nipples screamed at her in outraged pain, she blinked away tears to confirm what she saw. Her hands were tied to the ropes only, not to the X-frame at all. The cuffs were simple leather belt straps there too. A plan rose to her trained mind, and hoping she completes it before cumming, she began her attempt at freedom.

She gripped her sex around the ice phallus and began squeezing as hard as she could. Years ago, her yoga taught had taught her how to control her muscles in such a way to prevent rape. Fully tightened, she could prevent anyone from entering her, with something inside her, she could make sure it would never leave. She only hoped that she was strong enough and could concentrate enough to crush the ice.

The action of tightening around the ice also resulted in heightening her sensitivity. Her mind focused on her sex, she moaned quietly yet strongly as the ice filled and tugged at her from inside. The ropes pulled her arms again, and her concentration was almost ruined when her nipples were pulled shortly after. Kiko tried to imagine the wracking pain as Pedro biting on her nipples too hard. After fixing this in her mind, the pain became almost sensual and she felt her body tensing to cum.

In a panic, she tried to squeeze the ice harder. Tighter and tighter, her Ninja vicegrip tightened. Her sex so slick and wet from the ice and her arousal, she almost didn't notice the dildo shattering within her. Whimpering a little as her potential orgasm faded away without anything to rub against, she released her vice grip. The broken ice fell from her deadly pussy, right down the hollow pole and fell in a heap inside the cup.

The scale sunk to the floor, and the Kiko heard a loud clicking as the machine calculated how much slack to give her. She hoped they were telling the truth about the slack and to her delighted surprise, the wires on her nipples went completely limp, followed by the tension on her arm. Her wrists no longer held up, she quickly undid her restraints and untied her ankles. She kept her eye on Storm inside the control booth the entire time, but fortunately, she was still reading her magazine while eating some crackers.

Kiko stepped down quietly from the X-frame, her eyes on Storm's back, and snapped off her nipple clamps. She had taken one step before dropping to her knees as the blood rushed back into her sore tits. Kiko reached over and quickly grabbed some of the crushed ice. Pressing the ice to her bosom, she sighed as relief flooded over her.

"Oh yes," Kiko whispered as she blew her purple hair out of her face, "she is going to pay for this and then some."

It was an easy task for Kiko to enter the recording studio without making a sound. It was even easier to sneak up behind Storm while she was eating the crackers nosily. What wasn't hard at all for the embittered Asian beauty was kicking Storm about the head three times before she hit the ground. She then discovered a remote control as it fell from Storm's grasp. As Kiko examined it, she realized it operated the pulley system.

"Timed my ass!" she cursed. "That bitch was just tightening it every time she felt like it!"

Storm sputtered as the cold water splashed her face. She spit out a chunk of ice and became aware that she was now strapped in the X-frame, although, upside down. The cool air on her ass told her she was butt naked, a situation she was prepared for. Every time this Asian bitch escaped, she tended to fuck over her captors worse than what she had suffered. Storm knew something awful was going to happen soon, she could see Kiko standing right in front of her, her hands on Storm's thighs.

"I'm going to give you the same courtesy you gave me," Kiko began. "I'm only going to explain this once as well. I've attached the pulley ropes to your ankles, I'm not going to use the clip wires you used. I have a feeling that the threat of having your legs ripped out might be enough to motivate you. But because I believe it's easier to interrogate someone with honey than arsenic, I'll give you a reward every time you tell me something useful. Understand?"

"I'm not telling you anything bitch!" Storm yelled with more bravo than she had.

Kiko suppressed a giggle. She was trying to be cool and evil but she was actually having a blast and that made it hard not to laugh. her finger hovered by the remote's button.

"OK, first question, where the hell can I get something to eat that isn't drugged?" Kiko asked.

"Eat shit and JESUS that hurts!" Storm screamed. The pulley ropes had tugged her much harder than she had thought they would. She breathed heavily a few times as the pain faded to a dull ache.

"It hurts a lot doesn't it?" Kiko asked. "Just imagine what would happen if I tapped the button a dozen times. You could almost say there was a Storm breaking."

Storm decided to force a laugh at that pun. She decided that being at the hands of a pissed off Ninja was not the time to not laugh at stupid jokes.

"OK, let's try again, where can I get some non-tainted food?" Kiko demanded.

"We each have a fridge in our bedrooms." Storm replied. "The boss likes to spike our food from time to time so we caught on and store our own food. You can go right down the hall and the blue door is my room. EAT all you like."

"That wasn't so hard no was it?" Kiko asked. "Now you get your reward."

And as Storm tensed for some cruel attack to happen, she was surprised to feel a tongue lick along side her pubic hair. A soft delicate tongue licked small lappings around her sex, and sent shivers down to her head.

"I had a feeling you might like that." Kiko said. "If I remember from the television show Lesbian Gladiators, you always tended to scissor people between your legs. Seems to me to be a desperate cry for a licking."

Storm said nothing as Kiko stopped her oral teasing. She tried to remind herself that she was in a dangerous situation. but those thoughts faded with each breath Kiko exhaled on her moist sex.

"Now a tougher question, where has the statue been moved?" asked Kiko, her fingers tracing the contours of Storm's bush.

Storm bit her lip before replying "He moved it to his secret master studio."

She was rewarded with some more of Kiko's mouth, this time parting her sex with her tongue. Storm moaned as she felt Kiko's hair between her thighs. The tender tongue danced through her, sending electricity down her body.

Kiko paused, and blew gently across Storm's clit. When Storm stopped shuddering from this, Kiko asked her next question.

"Now where is this Master Studio?" she cooed.

Storm was silent for almost thirty seconds before saying "I don't know, really."

Kiko leaned her head on Storm's thigh and pressed the button. Her legs were wrenched another inch and Kiko kissed her thigh as it passed. Storm tried to struggle out of this pull, but even she knew that it was impossible. When she ceased fighting, Kiko asked her again.

"I really can't say," Storm pleaded. "He knows that's what you are looking for, and he's afraid that you'll ruin all the great footage we have of you."

"Gee, you mean you are more afraid of Vengeance Dork than you are of me?" asked Kiko who then pressed the button twice more.

Storm shrieked as her legs strained under the pressure. Her crotch was wider than she was used to by far. Her hips were on fire and her blood was rushing to her head. She debated between the indignities Vengeance Lad could create and the mercy of this ribbon clad bitch. The bitch won out.

"The master studio is behind a secret panel in his bedroom. That way he could jerk off and go right to bed. Now please stop pulling the ropes! You're killing me!" she screamed.

"No," Kiko corrected, "what you were doing to me was murder, this is just fun."

Storm's blood froze at that threat, but instantly reheated as Kiko licked savagely at her rainbox. Kiko's mouth was clamped over her sex, and the heat from her tongue lashing away inside her almost made her forget her painful legs. Kiko sucked away at her pussy, her mouth feeding at Storm's drainpipe. Her orgasm approaching, Storm's thighs tried to clench together despite their pain. It was then that Kiko decided to stop licking.

"Next question," Kiko said casually. "Is there any defenses or anything that will knock me out? I get the feeling the next time you guys capture me, you might get smart and just kill me."

Storm knew that this whole episode was probably on tape. She knew that if she betrayed her boss that he would have evidence of it. She knew how much being punished by that robot dog hurt. But all of those worries slipped away as Kiko blew softly across her wetness. The tingling of her sex, so ready to explode clouded her judgment and she revealed all she knew in a deluge of information.

Kiko listened as Storm outline all the traps between here and the Master Bedroom. She found most of them easy to remember and the rest were too silly for her to fall victim to anyway. She was impressed by how much she was babbling, Kiko had no idea her tongue was that persuasive.

When Storm finished revealing the secret weapons of Vengeance lad, Kiko kept to her word and rewarded her. Her small mouth buried itself in Storm's wet delta. As Storm shrieked in delight, Kiko's tongue sought her clit and rapidly tapped it. Kiko practiced her Morse code on Storm's clit and only made it to the letter J before Storm came. Kiko sucked every once of pussy rain from her, tasting and licking from every place her tongue could reach.

When she thought she had recovered from her orgasm, Kiko applied the clips she had waiting. Storm shuddered as her sensitive pubic hairs were suddenly bunched together very roughly. She strained to lift her head up to see what the Ninja was doing, but all she could tell was by what she felt. And it felt like her hairs were being divided between two clips.

"OK now, " Kiko began "I was willing to reward you for telling me what I need, but now this part is just personal. I've snagged your pubic hair between these nipple clips you used on me. I've also attached them to that wonderful Intimate Bondage Materials pulley machine over there. Now because I'm a sweetheart, I've disabled the leg ropes from tightening any further."

"Storm's face went from bliss to terror. "You can't be serious!" she cried. "I told you everything I know, and this is what I get?"

Kiko stepped back and brushed her purple hair out of her face. Her Asian features were completely playful which only made Storm panic more.

"Nope, you got a tongue lashing for your info remember?" she answered. "This part is simply for my own sense of payback. Unlike what you did to me, the machine really is set on a timer and I predict in about ten minutes, your snatch will be bald. The hard way."

Kiko quickly ran off, skipping as she exited the door. She left a little disappointed that she wouldn't be able to hear when the clips were done pulling. Ten minutes later, she found out she was wrong about the quality of the soundproofing.

To be continued,

Bound Ninja part 6

By Shon Richards

Kiko prepared for the final assault on the mastermind behind her torments this weekend, Vengeance Lad. She navigated past various traps, all of which were designed to put her to sleep so that she may be bound again. Dodging a vicious dart trap, she paused at a bedroom, and picked the lock.

Entering the bedroom, Kiko was happy to see her source was truthful in there being a fridge. She quickly opened it up and made herself an incredibly large salad. She sat down on the bed and pigged out on lettuce and tomatoes. After everything she had been through the past couple of days, she sliced the cucumber into little pieces and threw them away.

After she had eaten her first decent meal in days, she considered her options. On the one hand, she knew all of Vengeance Lad's defenses, so it should be easy to get to him now. On the other hand, she had the matter of recovering all of the videotape he had on her and there was no telling where it may be or what precautions were needed to get to them. She knew she couldn't afford to underestimate this geek anymore, the next time she becomes helpless might be the time they decide just to kill her. Kiko needed a plan.

She stood up, her plan already concrete in her mind. She opened the closet door and considered what she might need for her idea. She considered a shirt, and even considered some panties, but decided she had a better chance just wearing her boots and ribbons. Looking at herself in the mirror, she frowned at her purple dyed hair with it's white blotch of alien cum frosting. Still pissed off that they colored her hair so she would look exactly like Psylocke, an idea leaped into her head. A wicked grin spreading across her Asian face, Kiko turned back to the fridge.

An hour later, Mark Demeanie AKA vengeance Lad, was watching Superfreinds. Which meant he was also playing with his Barbie dolls. These Barbie dolls were dressed as Wonder Woman, Supergirl and a Ken doll dressed as Vengeance Lad. And if he was playing with his custom made Barbie dolls, that also meant he was nude. He still wore his bug-eyed goggles, because it made him feel in character.

"So Wonder Bitch, " Vengeance Lad the doll said. "Are you willing to admit the Male is the superior sex?"

He shook the bound Supergirl doll and spoke for her. "Don't do it Wonder Woman, no matter how weak you become!"

"Shut up!" The doll said. And Mark began a complicated pantomime of the Vengeance Lad doll bitch slapping Supergirl.

A knock at the door sent his dolls flying and him scrambling for his pants. After tugging his pants on, he walked to the door and opened it, ready to curse one of his bitch helpers out. When he saw Kiko standing there, he yelped in terror.

Kiko stepped in, her head down in a subservient position, and her hands crossed over her naked sex. Even though her boots made her taller than Mark, she was able to still convey a sense of inferiority. Mark wasn't buying it though.

"Watch it!" he screamed. "Pillage, my faithful robot dog will hump your ass as soon as I give the word if you try anything funny! Even if you kill me, you'll never figure out the twenty digit password code to open the master Studio door!"

He then fumbled with the controls on his belt and set the dog timer to 4 hours, he didn't want to take any chances with the deadly assassin.

"Please Vengeance Lad sir, I came to give myself up" said Kiko.

Mark was zipping his pants when this news hit him.

"Huh?" he said.

Kiko kept staring at the floor. She realized the ancient Japanese women must have done this in order to keep a straight face when spouting submissive dogma. It seemed to be working for her.

"Ever since you were able to capture me" Kiko began. "I have been aroused by your power, seduced by your control over me and found myself feelings urges towards you."

"Huh?" he said, amazed at what he heard.

Kiko growled under her breath, pissed that her attempt at submissive poetry was unappreciated. She tried something more direct.

"When you tied me up, it got me really horny and I want to be your sex slave," she said, not as convincing as she had hoped.

"Really? WOW!" he yelled in triumph. Excited, he fumbled with his pants to unzip them back down.

"No let me, " whispered Kiko, her hands quickly disarming his zipper. Vengeance Lad quickly forgot that this was the woman he had been trying to kill the past few days. As Kiko fell to her knees and gripped his rigid four inches, he thanked God he was so dominating. He also activated the video cameras so that he could sell this tape later on his webpage.

Kiko wrinkled her nose at the smell from his underwear. Using ancient breathing techniques, she managed to suck his cock into her mouth without tasting too much of him. Quickly she popped his cock in and out of her mouth, his head brushing her lips. His weak knees gave out on him and he slipped back onto the bed. Kiko easily followed his falling cock, and stayed right on top of him. He looked down to see her purple hair bouncing up and down on his crotch, and almost cam from the sight alone.

Kiko's breath was giving out, so she stopped blowing him and rose to meet his eyes. Her hand was firm on his throbbing four inches of manhood, just so he wouldn't forget her skills.

"Oh Vengeance Lad, your power is so sexy" Kiko whispered, her lips open in invitation. "Why don't you tell me why you decided to show all women their true place?"

Kiko figured that asking him that question would buy her some time while she regained her breath. Mark leaned back and basked in a woman's worship for the first time. He knew from reading cheap bondage books that this would happen one day. He was just glad he finally met a women who knows her true place is between his knees. He always figured the reason his henchwomen were so against bondage was because they were lesbians. Obviously a true woman knows how to respond to a true master.

"Well, Psy-Slut," he began affectionately. "It all began when I was a kid and I collected comics. Every month I would write to Wonder Woman, Supergirl and any other chick that was hot in a spandex outfit. Every month, I sent new letters. I sent candy. I once even wrote a ten page poem for Wonder Woman. It even rhymed!"

"Did I ever get a letter published? Did I even get a letter back? Did they even write me in as a background character? NO! Those hack writers ignored me! They never responded to me, even though I showed undying affection for the women. All I wanted was to be a character who was a boyfriend in one of the comics and they ignored my request. Even when I proved with every letter that I was the biggest fan!"

"But then, I inherited the Ruby Tits of Luck statue. Once I activated it's powers, money was rolling in. I didn't know what to do with it all. After I bought all the comics I could, I felt a higher calling. If the stupid comic companies won't make me a character, I'll become one on my own!"

"And now look at me. I own a major website. I fuck women dressed as superheroines everyday. They're even lesbians! I have proven that guys are better than women and that women are too weak to be superheroes. And now I have you as my willing slave. It doesn't get any better than this!"

Kiko decided if she had to listen to anymore she would gag very unsubmissively. Acting quickly, she climbed over his tense rigid body, making sure to brush her nipples against him. He silenced immediately when her oversized balloons of silicone were hanging over his face, she paused to let him breathe on her chest. He was quiet once more, until his breathing became too fast.

When he began to hyperventilate, she sat up, pressing her pubic hair against his cock. He looked up Kiko straddling him, her hands cupping her massive chest. Feeling the cold leather of her boots touching his legs, he remembered the deadly accuracy with which she could kick with them. Frowning, he asked the question he dreaded to ask.

"Wait a minute," he began, glad to know his robot dog Pillage could attack in an instant. "Why are you submissive now all of a sudden? Are you trying to deceive me?"

"How can you think that of me?" Kiko said with her best hurt look. "Especially when I did this just to please you?"

Kiko ran her hands over her breasts and teased them down to her pubic region. With a subtle shift of her hips, she presented her sex for Mark's eyes. It had been dyed purple, matching her hair.

"I'll be damned," he said. "I guess this means you really do want to be my sex slave, sex slaves always have their hair cut or dyed."

"That's right," Kiko said, rolling off of him. "And right now I want my big huge Vengeance Lord to fuck me like a good little slave."

Vengeance Lad sprang up, his cock wavering like a hungry snake.

"Damn, I like the sound of Vengeance Lord!" Mark whispered as Kiko turned around to present her firm buttocks to him. She was on all fours on the bed, her head pressed to the pillow in a submissive bow.

Mark decided that while he had a beautiful Asian sex slave at his command, he would push it a little.

"Beg for my cock slave, beg loud."

Kiko made a mental note to hurt him a lot when this was over.

"Oh Vengeance Lord, please fill my aching pussy with your hot rigid manhood. I need you so ba- OH! You're in already?"

Mark's self-control evaporated and he was pumping her sex like a speeding bullet. Despite his slender four inches, her sex was gripping him as tight as his hand. He reached over and grabbed her hair for leverage as he pounded away into sex slave heaven. Kiko moaned appropriately, making him feel more powerful than a locomotive. He thanked God that she escaped and confessed her love before Storm killed her. Which made him wonder how she had escaped.

"Psylocke bitch honey?" he asked. "How did you escape from the ice-dildo pulley trap?"

Kiko turned to face him and the smile she wore was not submissive in the least. "Like this, " she answered.

Suddenly, her legs wrapped around his beergut waist and his cock was being squeezed by incredible vaginal muscles. The air rushed out of him and he let go of Kiko's hair and attempted to part her legs. Her muscles rippled under decorative ribbons as he pulled with all his puny might.

"Now Vengeance Dork," Kiko asked. "What's the twenty digit passcode you were telling me about?"

"Six....Nine...." he answered, each word torture for him to say.

Kiko flexed her legs tighter. "That's only two digits, what are the other eighteen?"

"You.....repeat them..." he gasped.

Suddenly, the legs released him and he swore her pussy expelled him. He collapsed on the bed and discovered she had already leaped off. Turning his head, he watched her hit the keys on the vault door and open the way into the master studio. He grinned, knowing his robot dog was simply waiting for his verbal command.

Sitting up, he pointed and said "Pillage! Get the bi-OWWWW!"

Vengeance lad was interrupted by a punch to the jaw from Kiko. She then snatched his remote-control off his belt. He then went flying as she placed a kick to his skinny chest. Kiko took a moment to relish that kick.

"Pillage, " she commanded, getting the robot's attention. "Sic him!" then she stepped back as Pillage leapt on Mark's prone form.

Kiko stepped inside the master Studio and stepped around a laundry basket full of dirty washcloths. She saw the Ruby Tits of Luck statue sitting in the corner and left it there for the moment. It was a matter of minutes to find the master copies of her sexual adventures this weekend and only a matter of seconds to delete them.

Looking into the bedroom, she saw that Pillage was buttfucking a struggling vengeance Lad extremely well. She laughed as Mark tried to crawl off the bed while the robotic canine humped his ass with his extended robo-cock. Curious, she turned the sound up and listened into the bedroom.

"Damn it Pillage! You're a very bad dog! Bad dog! Quit fucking my ass Pillage!" he screamed.

Kiko decided a moment like this was too good to pass up. She linked the cameras to his computer and through the miracle of modern technology, she created a direct link to his website, Takeitbitch.com. Now anyone visiting the site could be treated to four hours of Vengeance Lad and his best friend.

Picking up the statue, she wondered if it could really bring the luck it was rumored to do. It was made of gold, and stood two feet high. The face was unremarkable but the tits were perfect sensuous globes. The ruby nipples sparkled seductively, and Kiko decided she had nothing to lose. She flicked her tongue over one nipple. She cut her tongue slightly on the sharp ruby, but she licked the other gem nipple anyway. Looking at the statue, she went to wipe the blood from the nipples. Strangely, she couldn't seem to find the blood, and the gems seemed to be oddly glowing.

"Oh well," Kiko said. "Let's see if it affected my luck when I get home."

A few hours later, Mr. Yugokumach was sitting in his office while his electronics expert was explaining his findings of the past three days. He listened patiently as his man explained how the recording device planted in Kiko had sent back signals that translated into one illicit orgasm followed the next day by a two hour long arousal session that ended in a series of orgasms. Then today Kiko apparently had sex that terminated just short of orgasm.

Now Mr. Yugokumach was a good parent. Which means he was able to present his own personal views into something that sounds like authority. He didn't believe Ninjas, Bullfighters or anyone who did combat should have sex before a fight. Which meant he was able to use this as an excuse to control his daughter's sex life. Despite the fact that she once killed four men with a spatula once, he still thought of her as his little girl. And now it looked like his little girl used a simple smash-and-grab mission into a three day weekend of sin.

Just then, the door opened and his precious girl stumbled in carrying the statue. He sprang up, and ran to her, noting that her hair had been dyed purple, just like he has begged her to do time and time again! It almost quieted his anger with her erotic weekend.

"Kiko, " her father said. "What's the matter my daughter? I see you retrieved the statue but you seem injured."

"Oh Father, " Kiko said with her new found skill at being submissive. "Every time I came close to getting the statue, a strange sensation overwhelmed me and I started touching myself! It was horrible"

Mr. Yugokumach was normally able to see through such blatant deception but to Kiko's and Pedro's surprise, he asked her "What do you mean my precious Lotus Blossom?"

"It was so weird," Kiko said. "Almost like something inside of me was compelling me to..oh no here it comes again!"

And with that she leaped up and rubbed herself against the desk corner. Mr. Yugokumach watched in horror as his little girl with the silicone breasts was humping furiously away at his desktop. The only thing he could think of was that he was going to miss that desk when he had it burned later. It was obvious that she was rubbing the finish off.

Pedro's portable sensor began beeping in rhythm to Kiko's gyrations. Pedro looked at the sensor in horror as it escalated into a shrill whistle. Mr Yugokumach glared at him as it announced Kiko's first, second and third orgasm.

"Kubyioshi!" His boss screamed. "You will remove that foul device from my daughter immediately! I can't believe I let you corrupt my poor girl this way! You're fired!"

Kiko paused in her desktop work to add "Oh father, if you fire him, he'll go away unpunished."

"What do you mean my poor virgin vessel?" asked her father.

"Why don't we keep him in our employ, and leave his punishment to me. I want to pay him back for making me feel so dirty," she said.

She knew the statue had improved her luck when he placed Pedro in her custody. She knew the statue's magical powers were impressive when he gave her a fifty-thousand dollar bonus for this job due to "emotional trauma". But what really made her a believer in the statue was when her father agreed to letting her order a few things that she saw on her mission for pedro's "punishment."

Luck was beginning to turn well for Kiko.

The End

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