Chapter 2: Building Tension
She strained against her bonds, her muscles tensing as she tried to escape the relentless onslaught. Beside her, Wondergirl let out a similar cry, her legs kicking futilely as she too attempted to escape the device's insidious touch.
It had been eight hours since Batgirl had left them alone in the bedroom, and now she returned, her heels clicking against the polished hardwood floor as she entered the room. The sight that greeted her was even more satisfying than she had hoped. Both girls were bound spread eagle on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The device she had left between them was still hard at work, its needle-tipped legs tickling their most intimate areas, their muffled cries of delight and distress filling the air. Batgirl smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she surveyed her handiwork.
She approached the bed, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. In one swift motion, she activated the device's remote and the tickling machine halted, its needles retracting with a soft hiss. Wondergirl let out a sigh of relief, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Batgirl chuckled, her eyes never leaving Supergirl's as she reached for the rope securing Wondergirl's wrists. With a deft tug, she untied the knot, her gloved fingers brushing against Wondergirl's skin as she freed her. Wondergirl sat up, her body aching from the relentless tickling, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and exhaustion. Supergirl, who had been watching the scene unfold with a mix of curiosity and growing impatience, turned her head to face Batgirl, her eyes filled with a mix of desperation and hope.
"Please, Barbara," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper, "I can't take much more of this. I need you to touch me." Batgirl, who had been about to untie Wondergirl's ankles, paused and turned to face Supergirl, her expression softening at the sight of her desperate plea. Before she could respond, the bedroom door opened, and Wondergirl and Batgirl entered the room, each carrying a large, mysterious box. The sight of the boxes sent a shiver of anticipation down Supergirl's spine, her eyes widening with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. "What's in the boxes?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Batgirl and Wondergirl exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with mischief as they set the boxes down on the end of the bed.
"We have a little surprise for you, Superwhore," Batgirl said, her voice laced with amusement. "Let's make sure you can't go anywhere." She turned to Wondergirl, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Give me the rope," she commanded, her voice firm yet playful. Wondergirl nodded, pulling a coil of thick, black rope from one of the boxes. Batgirl took it from her, and without hesitation, she began to bind Supergirl even more tightly to the bed. She started with Supergirl's ankles, securing them to the bedposts with quick, efficient knots. Supergirl squirmed, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement as she realized what Batgirl and Wondergirl had planned. Next, Batgirl turned her attention to Supergirl's wrists, binding them with the same skill and precision.
As she secured the final knot, she leaned in, her breath warm against Supergirl's ear. "You've been such a good girl, Superwhore," she purred, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and genuine affection. "I think it's time to take off that muzzle." She reached up, her gloved fingers gently brushing against Supergirl's cheeks as she undid the straps of the muzzle gag, her breath hitching slightly as she took in the sight of Supergirl's swollen, reddened lips. She removed the gag, her eyes never leaving Supergirl's as she tossed it to the side. Supergirl let out a sigh of relief, her lips parting as she worked her jaw, stretching it after the long hours of being gagged.
Batgirl watched her, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "You look like you've been through hell, Superwhore," she remarked, her voice laced with amusement. Supergirl nodded, her eyes locked onto Batgirl's as she tried to form a response. But before she could speak, Wondergirl stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and mischief. She produced a length of rope from the box, one end of which was attached to a small, glowing disc. Supergirl's eyes widened in surprise as she recognized the object—the Lasso of Truth. "What are you doing, Cassie?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Wondergirl grinned, her grip tightening on the rope as she began to tie it around Supergirl's ankles.
"Just making sure you stay put, Superwhore," she said, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and challenge. Supergirl's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the rough fibers of the Lasso of Truth brush against her skin, the familiar tingle of its magic sparking beneath her touch. "Cassie, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and unease.
Wondergirl's grin only widened as she secured the knot, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and determination. "What does it look like, Supergirl? I'm tying you up. With the Lasso of Truth, no less." She paused, her gaze softening as she looked into Supergirl's eyes. "Don't worry, Kal-El's little cousin. It's not a punishment. It's a gift.
From me," Wondergirl explained, her voice softening as she trailed the Lasso of Truth across Supergirl's thigh. "A gift that will help you see the truth of your own desires." Batgirl smirked, her eyes never leaving Supergirl's as she stepped forward, her gloved fingers brushing against Supergirl's stomach. "And what a truth it will reveal," she purred, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and anticipation. With that, she and Wondergirl began to tickle Supergirl, their fingers dancing over her sensitive skin with a practiced ease.
Supergirl squirmed, her body convulsing with laughter as she tried in vain to escape the relentless assault. "Stop, please!" she begged, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and desperation.
"But first," Batgirl purred, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and anticipation as she leaned in, her gloved fingers trailing down Supergirl's stomach, "let's make sure this little pussy is ready for what's coming." With that, Batgirl's fingers began to trace the outline of Supergirl's pussy, her touch light and teasing, yet firm and confident. Supergirl's eyes widened in surprise, her body arching off the bed as she gasped, "B-Barbara, what are you doing?" Wondergirl, who had been watching the exchange with a mix of amusement and curiosity, chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and delight. "Looks like our little Superwhore is enjoying herself," she teased, her fingers joining Batgirl's as they explored Supergirl's most intimate places.
Wondergirl, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, knelt between Supergirl's legs, her fingers gently parting her folds. With a mischievous grin, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick Supergirl's clit. Supergirl's body tensed, her hips bucking against her bonds as she gasped in surprise. "Cassie!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with a mix of shock and arousal. Batgirl chuckled, her fingers continuing their slow, teasing exploration of Supergirl's pussy. "Relax, Superwhore," she cooed, her voice laced with amusement and encouragement. "Let Cassie work her magic. You're going to love this." Wondergirl took Batgirl's advice, her tongue circling Supergirl's clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
Batgirl, seeing Supergirl's body tense with pleasure, reached into the box and pulled out the Lasso of Truth. She smirked, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and triumph. "And now, it's time to make sure you tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth." With that, she wrapped the Lasso of Truth around Supergirl's neck, the bright glow of the rope illuminating the room as the magical bindings took effect. Supergirl let out a gasp, her body arching as she felt the sudden surge of its power. Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating as the lasso's magic forced her to confront her deepest desires and truths.
"Oh God," she cried out, her voice filled with a mix of shock and arousal. "I...
I can't... I'd rather be gagged!" Supergirl cried out, her body writhing as the Lasso of Truth's magic forced her to confront her deepest desires and truths. Beside her, Wondergirl's fingers danced over her clit, her touch light and teasing, yet firm and confident. Suddenly, Wondergirl's fingers pressed down, her touch finding that spot inside Supergirl that made her see stars.
"Oh God!" Supergirl exclaimed, her hips bucking against her bonds as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Batgirl smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched the scene unfold before her. "And now, I think it's time for the real fun to begin," she purred, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and anticipation.
Batgirl's fingers continued their slow, deliberate exploration of Supergirl's pussy, while Wondergirl's tongue worked her clit with increasing speed and pressure. Supergirl's body tensed, her hips bucking against her bonds as she cried out, "Please, Barbara, I can't take much more— Aah!" Batgirl's touch found the spot inside her that made her see stars, and Supergirl's muscles clenched as she came, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a scream, pure and primal, a sound of both pleasure and pain.
Batgirl watched her, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and satisfaction. As Supergirl's body began to relax, Batgirl leaned forward, her gloved fingers still buried deep inside her. She scooped up Supergirl's juices, her eyes never leaving hers as she pulled her fingers out, coated in her essence. She smirked, her eyes flicking to the box of Superboy's boxers on the bedside table. "Looks like we have a use for these after all," she purred, her voice laced with amusement. She grabbed a pair, and with slow, deliberate movements, she began to mop up Supergirl's juices, her eyes never leaving hers. Supergirl watched her, her breath coming in short gasps, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Batgirl held up the boxers, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge. "You've been such a good girl, Superwhore," she purred, her voice laced with a mix of affection and triumph. "But we're not done yet. I want to see how many of these can fit in that pretty mouth of yours."
Supergirl's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and arousal coursing through her. The Lasso of Truth's magic forced her to speak the truth, her voice ringing out, clear and defiant. "At least four!" she shouted, her body squirming as she anticipation and excitement built within her.
Wondergirl chuckled, her fingers still gently exploring Supergirl's pussy. "I think you're overestimating, Supergirl.
Let's start with three," Batgirl said, her voice dripping with amusement as she grabbed three pairs of Superboy's boxers from the box. Supergirl's eyes widened in realization, but the Lasso of Truth's magic forced her to nod in agreement. Batgirl grinned, her gloved fingers folding the first pair of boxers into a tight wad. She placed it firmly into Supergirl's open mouth, her other hand pressing gently against Supergirl's chin, holding the boxers in place. Supergirl's eyes watered as her mouth filled with the soft fabric, her jaw aching slightly as she fought the urge to gag. Wondergirl watched the scene unfold, her fingers continuing to tease Supergirl's pussy, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of her mouth.
Batgirl, her eyes gleaming with challenge, grabbed the boxers she had just used to clean Supergirl's juices. With a smirk, she pressed them firmly onto Supergirl's tongue, the damp fabric filling her mouth with her own taste. Supergirl's eyes widened in surprise, her body squirming against her bonds as she tried to spit out the offending cloth. But the Lasso of Truth's magic pushed her to swallow, her throat working convulsively as she fought to keep the boxers down. Batgirl chuckled, her eyes never leaving Supergirl's as she pushed the boxers deeper into her mouth. "Swallow, Superwhore. Every last drop," she commanded, her voice laced with amusement and challenge. Supergirl's body tensed as she obeyed, her cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and arousal.
Batgirl smirked, her eyes never leaving Supergirl's as she reached into the box and produced a pair of Superman's iconic red and blue briefs. Supergirl's eyes widened, her jaw clenching as she tried to protest, but the Lasso of Truth's magic forced her to remain silent. Before she could even Mustered a sound, Batgirl crammed the briefs into Supergirl's mouth, her gloved fingers pressing firmly against Supergirl's cheeks, forcing her lips closed. Supergirl's eyes watered, her mouth filled with the taste of fabric and a faint hint of Superman's cologne. She gagged, her body convulsing as she tried in vain to spit out the offending garment.
Batgirl chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched Supergirl squirm.
"You look like you're about to burst, Superwhore," she purred, her voice laced with a mix of enjoyment and cruelty. She reached into the box, her gloved fingers wrapping around a roll of clear tape. She tore off a long piece, the sound of the tape ripping echoing through the room. With a smirk, she leaned in, her eyes never leaving Supergirl's as she began to wrap the tape around her head, sealing the boxers firmly in place. Supergirl's eyes widened in surprise, her body tensing as she realized what Batgirl was doing. She let out a muffled cry, her voice filled with a mix of shock and distress. The sound was muffled by the boxers, the tape stretching taut across her mouth, pulling at her skin.
Supergirl's cheeks burned with a mix of humiliation and arousal, her eyes watering as she watched Batgirl finish taping the last corner. Batgirl leaned back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she surveyed her handiwork. "There," she purred, her voice laced with amusement and triumph. "That should keep you quiet for a while." Beside her, Wondergirl watched, her eyes never leaving Supergirl's, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Looks like our little Superwhore is all trussed up and ready to go," she teased, her fingers tracing the tape that crisscrossed Supergirl's mouth. Supergirl's eyes widened, her body tensing as she realized what Wondergirl had planned. Before she could even begin to protest, Wondergirl's fingers pressed against the inside of her thigh, her touch light and teasing.
Supergirl's body tensed, her hips bucking against her bonds as a muffled moan filled the room, her voice barely audible through the layers of tape and fabric. Beside her, Batgirl watched, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and triumph as she reached for the vibrator that lay on the bedside table. She switched it on, the low hum filling the air as she leaned forward, her gloved fingers gently grazing Supergirl's clit. Supergirl's body convulsed, her muffled moans growing louder as the combination of Batgirl's touch and the vibrator's buzz sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"You like that, don't you, Superwhore?" Batgirl cooed, her voice laced with a mix of affection and cruelty.
"Now, let's give our little Wondergirl a taste of her own medicine." With that, she produced a black, leather arm binder from the box, the glint of the silver buckles catching the light. Wondergirl's eyes widened, her gaze flicking between Batgirl and the arm binder, a mix of fear and excitement dancing in her eyes. "What are you doing, Barbara?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Batgirl only smiled, her gloved fingers deftly wrapping the arm binder around Wondergirl's wrists, the leather creaking softly as the buckles were fastened. Wondergirl squirmed, her body tensing as she realized that she was now bound just as securely as Supergirl. Batgirl's grin only widened as she grabbed the ring gag from the box, the metallic clank echoing through the room.
She leaned down, her eyes never leaving Wondergirl's, the leather arm binders creaking softly as she positioned herself. "Little Cassie here needs to learn a bit of discipline," she said, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and sternness. "Don't you agree, Superwhore?" She turned to Supergirl, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and challenge. Supergirl, her senses still reeling from the vibrator's relentless buzz, could only nod, her eyes wide with anticipation.
With a swift, practiced motion, Batgirl brought her hand down hard on Wondergirl's ass, the smack echoing through the room. Wondergirl yelped, her body jerking in surprise, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. Batgirl smirked, her hand already poised for the next strike.
"Now, little Cassie, it's time to earn your keep." She leaned down, her voice a low growl near Wondergirl's ear. "Lick our Superwhore's pussy. Show us what you're made of." She pushed Wondergirl forward, the ring gag opening her mouth wide, forcing her head towards Supergirl's bound and helpless form. Supergirl's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she realized Batgirl's intent. Her body tensed, her hips instinctively pressing up, her stomach clenching as Wondergirl's tongue met her most intimate place. Wondergirl hesitated at first, her eyes darting up to Batgirl, seeking guidance or perhaps a reprieve. But Batgirl's expression was unyielding, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and command. "Lick her," she ordered, her voice firm yet playful.
Wondergirl's hesitation faded, and she began to comply, her tongue tentatively exploring Supergirl's pussy. Supergirl's muffled moans grew louder, her body squirming against her bonds as she reveled in the sensation. Batgirl watched, her eyes gleaming with approval as she saw Supergirl's uncontrolled reaction. "That's it, Cassie," she coaxed, her voice laced with encouragement. "Make her come for you. Show me what you've got." Wondergirl's tongue worked with increasing fervor, her movements becoming more confident as she felt Supergirl's body respond to her touch. Batgirl's own breath hitched, her gloved fingers still firmly gripping the vibrator as she watched the scene unfold before her.
She had always been one for control, for orchestrating her plans with precision and forethought. But this… this was something else entirely. The sight of Wondergirl's mouth devouring Supergirl's pussy, the muffled moans and writhing bodies, it was a symphony of pleasure that she had never witnessed before. She felt a primal urge stirring within her, a need to be a part of this, to feel their passion, to claim them both as her own.
As Wondergirl's tongue brought Supergirl closer and closer to the edge, Batgirl felt her own body responding. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath her suit, her own pussy growing wet with desire. She knew she had to join them, to make this a moment they would all remember. With a swift, decisive motion, she switched off the vibrator and tossed it aside, the hum silencing the room.
After an hour, all three girls sat untied on Batgirl's sofa, Batgirl having finally let Wondergirl and Supergirl change back into their hero costumes. Supergirl's chest heaved with exertion, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to regain her composure. Beside her, Wondergirl leaned into her, their shoulders touching as they both attempted to calm their racing hearts. Batgirl watched them, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. She was the first to break the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "So, what did you think?" Batgirl asked, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Did you girls have fun?" Supergirl nodded, her cheeks still flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. I did," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Wondergirl chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "I think our little Superwhore here had a bit too much fun," she teased, her gaze flicking to Supergirl. "After all, you had your brother's boxers in your mouth for over an hour." Supergirl's face turned a shade darker, her eyes widening in mortification. "Cassie, don't—!" she protested, her voice laced with a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. Beside her, Batgirl laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she watched the interaction between the two girls.
"Well, Superwhore, it seems you're a glutton for punishment," she teased, her voice laced with amusement. "But don't worry, I've got just the thing for you." She leaned back, her gloved fingers drumming softly on her knee as she spoke. "I happen to have a costume that would go perfectly with your little Wondergirl here and her...WonderSlut outfit." Supergirl's eyes widened, her curiosity piqued despite her initial embarrassment. "What is it?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Batgirl smirked, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and triumph. "It's a little something I like to call 'Batbrat'." She paused, her gaze flicking between the two girls, a wicked grin spreading across her face
. "And it comes with a set of rules all its own." With that, she turned towards her wardrobe, the soft hum of the door opening filling the room. She reached inside, her gloved fingers brushing against the various costumes and outfits that hung there. After a moment, she emerged, holding a sleek, black latex leotard with the words "Batbrat" written across the chest in bold, red letters. She turned to face Supergirl and Wondergirl, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Gentlemen," she purred, her voice laced with amusement and challenge, "prepare to be schooled."
Supergirl's eyes widened, a mix of curiosity and apprehension flashing across her face. Wondergirl, however, seemed less surprised, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
"I think we need to show you what happens when you try to control us, Barbara," she said, her voice laced with a mix of challenge and excitement. Batgirl turned to face them, her eyes narrowing as she took in their predatory stance. "What are you two up to?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and wariness. She had barely finished the question when Wondergirl and Supergirl lunged at her, their movements swift and coordinated, like a well-rehearsed dance.
Batgirl was caught off guard, her training and reflexes not enough to prevent them from gaining the upper hand. In mere seconds, she found herself pinned to the floor, her wrists and ankles secured with the Lasso of Truth. The magical bindings gleamed in the dim light, the sigils etched into the fibers glowing with an otherworldly energy.
Batgirl struggled against her bonds, her muscles tensing as she tried to break free, but the Lasso of Truth's magic held her firmly in place. She glared up at Supergirl and Wondergirl, her eyes sparking with a mix of anger and admiration. "You two move fast," she growled, her voice laced with a mix of defeat and respect. Supergirl grinned, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "We have our moments," she said, her voice laced with smugness. Behind her, Wondergirl chuckled, her eyes never leaving Batgirl's. "And we've been waiting for this for a while now," she added, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Before Batgirl could respond, Supergirl and Wondergirl each grabbed one of Batgirl's feet, their fingers dancing over the soles in a mischievous rhythm.