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American
Diviante'
Part Four
by TomCat
Sweat was powdered into mist in the air as Angelica's cruel whip found their
targets. Supergirl was spent and unconcious after 20 lashes of the cruel
tails to her pained and helpless exposed breasts. Angelica had given every
stroke the proper fluid toss with as much force as she could administer to
each swollen red, sweat soaked breast.
Once again, she had miscalculated. It had taken the better part of the first
day to figure out exactly how far from the "pure" Kryptonite they had to
have their captive heroine to elicit her proper capabilities of response,
strength and reaction. Their conclusion was that the Kryptonite they had
purchased was simply too powerful for a 20 foot by 30 foot dressing room.
The seller had Warned them of this and offered solutions if this happened.
They immediately went to work to reduce the effects in an attempt to dilute
the crystal in the pendant bag with the instructions they had been given.
In the course of the project they were forced to move the helpless bound
superheroine several times throughout the room in an attempt to test her
conciousness. In the end, Stephanie had proven to Angelica that a leather
neck harness with just a fragment of their pure Kryptonite imbedded under
a silver stud on it would prove to be the sufficient amount to both keep
Supergirl alive with vigor and stamina and yet keep her with the strength
of any normal woman of her size. Several attempts were made to assure there
would be no be no way for their captive heroine to remove her collar or gain
access to the studs. The collar was designed to be permanent and the crystal
Kryptonite shards could easily be removed or added to by the captors. It
was time to move their slave to more suitable grounds. After all, Angelica
had just accomplished everything she had ever yearned for. She was just announced
to the world as America's first "American Diva".
Stephanie had been fielding phonecalls from the media, the recording studios,
the networks and everyone wanting an interview, a magazine layout or just
a simple public response from their new "American Diva" and it was time to
move. They decided on the new Hollywood mansion Angelica had won in the contest
but they needed a stopover before she could move in and secure the zone from
the media. Stephanie's studio would work just perfect and away they went
for the short ride. With the full load of Kryptonite in the van Supergirl
had to be administered mouth to mouth several times and at one point they
were forced to pull over just to get the helpless heroine away from the van
to regain her pulse and her composure. Finally they arrived and Stephanie
pulled the near lifeless form of Supergirl from the van into her new
surroundings.
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As Wonder Woman awoke, immediate pain brought her to as much of her senses
as she could muster. She tried her arms to find they were tied over her head
to her own bed's headboard. She tried her legs to discover her they were
useless and tied at the ankles the the footboard of her bed. Her head was
resting on a pillow and the suddenly defenseless Amazon princess looked down
to survey her body. It was nude. Those nasty royal blue thong panties that
Supergirl had bought for her were her only protection save the famous red
boots and tiara still on her head. Immediately she started to struggle to
break her bonds but as alive as she was she was powerless to move her arms
or legs to do it. She could move but was powerless to attempt escape. It
started to all come back to her at the same moment Batgirl entered the room.
"You made me go out and get all this stuff, You unprepared Bitch", Batgirl
announced as she sauntered into the room with hardware store bags in tow.
"How in the fuck do you expecct to be in bondage wihout the proper rope?
"The eyebolts"?... "Duh"....? "You dont have shit here to play with so I
found your cedit card and went on a little shoping spree..."
Wonder Woman bucked and struggled for ten full minutes in frustration and
anger but never once did her ropes pull tight as the power of the lasso forbid
her to.
Batgirl went to work as Wonder Woman struggled uselessly in her bonds. As
the masked crusader continued to drill holed in the cieling beams while
straddling her, crank eyebolts, cut lengths of rope, open and smack batteries
into devices below her view of the edge of the bed's view, Wonder Woman shuddered
both visually and audibly. She knew deep within the recesses of her soul
that what she feared the most was about to take place.
Frustrated by the fact that her own lasso compelled her to not to escape,
her body yearned to. Her limbs simply failed to comply as the ropes she was
bound by seldom were brought taught. Wonder Woman was helpless to escape
regardless how hard she tried. Her own lasso was being used by the younger,
stealthier crimefighter that everyone in the Justice League had had their
doubts about. Wonder Woman's mind was feeling several emotions as Batgirl
heckled at her. "So, we really havent discussed what favor you wanted from
me now have we"? "I'm the freak"; I'm the bondage freak"; "I'm the little
Cat Toy"; I'm the girl by herself fighting Cheetah, Siren and Catwoman without
any man's help and yet you judge me". I've captured a whole hell of a lot
of criminals and single handedly handed them over to Chief O'Hara and yet
you doubt me". "I've single handedly saved Batman and Robin more times than
I can count and yet you berate me because along the way I failed a few times
and was captured myself". Wonder Woman could only listen.
Why did I turn to this low rate non super powered Heroine for help? Why did
I surrender to her so easily? Was what was happening really ...Surrendering?
How could I have let her totally control my guilt and emotions so quickly
and easily? Was this her true power? Was Batgirl's success accomplished in
such ways? How can I feel such deservance of what is about to happen to
me?.......... Wait a minute.... Why am I thinking these thoughts? .....Do
I want what I think is going to happen.... happen? Strange feelings started
to stir as Batgirl threw the drill aside and straddled our helpless and confused
helpless heroine.
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...to be continued
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