Chapter 4: Climax
Catwoman led her to a nearby chair, the once-plush velvet now worn and faded with use. With a brisk efficiency, she sat Supergirl down, her gloved hands moving swiftly to unbuckle the panel gag. As the thick leather straps fell away, Supergirl gasped for breath, her mouth dry and her jaw aching from the prolonged constriction. But before she could speak, Catwoman reached into her mouth, her fingers finding the wad of fabric she'd slipped inside. She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Supergirl's spine. "Batgirl put these in your mouth? How quaint. And here I thought she was supposed to be the smart one." She pulled the boxers free, tossing them aside with a dismissive flick of her wrist. Supergirl glared at her, her voice hoarse as she spoke. "You're sick. You're all sick." Catwoman merely smiled, her eyes gleaming with a wicked delight. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, sweetheart. You know you love it. You've been a gagslut ever since you started sucking on your brother's boxers, haven't you? I bet you kept them in your mouth all night long, didn't you, Superwhore?" Supergirl's face flushed with embarrassment and anger, her eyes flashing with a mix of humiliation and fury. "How dare you! You have no right to talk about him like that!" Catwoman simply laughed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Oh, please. We all know the truth, don't we? You've been a slut for cock since you were old enough to know what it was.
And now, you're finally getting what you truly deserve." With that, Catwoman shoved the soggy boxers back into Supergirl's mouth, the damp fabric muffling her protests. Before Supergirl could try to spit them out, Catwoman pulled a pair of her own sheer black panties from her catsuit pocket. She stuffed them in on top of the boxers, the silky material filling Supergirl's mouth completely. Supergirl's eyes widened in panic, her body tensing as she realized she couldn't exhale properly. She tried to cry out, to beg for mercy, but all that emerged was a muffled, choking sound. Catwoman smirked, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure. "That's right, Superwhore.
You'll take it all, and you'll enjoy it," Catwoman hissed, her voice dripping with malice as she strapped the panel gag back on tightly, the leather biting into Supergirl's cheeks. She held the wad of underwear firmly in place, her gloved fingers pressing the soggy mess against Supergirl's mouth, muffling her desperate attempts to cry out. Supergirl's eyes watered behind her hood, her body tensing as she struggled to breathe through her nose, the airway restricted by the thick pile of fabric. Panic surged through her, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she realized the full extent of her predicament.
Catwoman, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction, stood back to admire her handiwork. She clucked her tongue, her gaze roaming over Supergirl's bound and gagged form.
"Pity, really," she purred. "If your little friends hadn't tied you up so nicely, you might have been able to get help. But now," she added, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth, "you're just a helpless little doll, aren't you, Superwhore?" With that, she produced a small, wheeled dolly from behind a nearby curtain. The metal frame was sturdy, the surface padded with black leather, and she wheeled it to where Supergirl was seated. Supergirl's eyes widened behind her hood, her body tensing as she realized Catwoman's intentions. She struggled futilely against her restraints, her muffled protests falling on deaf ears as Catwoman efficiently lifted her onto the dolly, securing her with leather straps.
"There we go," she cooed, her voice a low, sultry growl as she wheeled Supergirl towards a nearby door. The door creaked open to reveal a large, dimly-lit gym, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the hum of machinery. At the far end, Supergirl saw Wondergirl, her body encased in a skintight black latex 'bitchsuit,' her wrists and ankles secured to a harness that forced her into a crawling position atop a treadmill. She was panting heavily, her muscles straining as she struggled to keep up with the machine's relentless pace. Catwoman wheeled Supergirl closer, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she took in her friend's predicament.
"Look who I found, slut," she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain as she addressed Wondergirl.
She leaned in, her gloved hand swinging up and connecting with a resounding smack on Wondergirl's latex-clad ass. Wondergirl grunted, her body jerking with the sudden impact. "If your little friend had just understood Superwhore's muffled concerns, we wouldn't be in this predicament, would we?" she sneered, her eyes flashing with malice. Wondergirl, her breath coming in rapid gasps, barely managed to shake her head in agreement. Catwoman laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Supergirl's spine. "But no, you just had to go off half-cocked, didn't you, Wondergirl?" she taunted, her voice laced with a cruel amusement. "And now, look at you.
The great Wondergirl, reduced to a panting, sweaty mess on a fucking treadmill," Catwoman sneered, wheeling Supergirl away from her friend. "Come on, Superwhore. Let's go see if Batgirl is faring any better." Wondergirl's eyes followed the dolly as it rolled away, her chest heaving with exertion, her body aching from the endless torture of the machine. She was overwhelmed with a mix of envy and pity as she watched Supergirl being wheeled off, wishing she could be the one being taken away from her own personal hell.
Batgirl's body sagged against the restraints of the tickle chair, her muscles trembling from the relentless assault of feathers spinning on her feet, through her clit, on her nipples, and on her armpits. She was screaming into the ball gag, her muffled protests begging for mercy. "Mmmpph! Pllleeeeaaasssseee! I c-c-can't t-t-taaaake it! Mmmmph!" She thrashed against the chair, her bound body twisting and turning in vain, her eyes watering behind the goggles she wore. Catwoman stood over her, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she watched Batgirl's desperate struggles.
"Aww, poor thing," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "You can't take the little feathers?
What a shame, Batgirl," Catwoman purred, her eyes glinting with a cruel amusement as she pressed the feather quills deeper into Batgirl's already sensitive flesh. "If you hadn't gagged Superwhore so nicely with your brother's boxers, she might have been able to save you. But here you are, all tied up and tickled to death, isn't that right, Batgirl?" Batgirl's muffled protests grew louder, her body convulsing as the feathers danced over her skin, the constant stimulation driving her to the brink of hysteria. "Shhhh, now," Catwoman soothed, her voice a mockery of comfort as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Batgirl's ear. "It's all your fault, really. You shouldn't have underestimated her.
You both should have listened to Superwhore when she protested," Catwoman hissed, her breath hot against Batgirl's ear. Batgirl's muffled screams into her gag grew louder, her body convulsing with every tortuous touch of the feathers.
Catwoman chuckled, a low, cruel sound that sent a shiver down Batgirl's spine. "But no, you just had to go off half-cocked, didn't you, Batgirl? And now, look at you, writhing and squirming like a little worm on a hook."
Catwoman straightened up, her eyes gleaming with malice as she looked down at Batgirl's desperate, writhing form. "You're a filthy little slut, Batgirl, just like your friend here," she sneered, gesturing towards Supergirl.
With a harsh laugh, she turned and wheeled Supergirl away, the dolly's rubber wheels squeaking on the polished concrete floor.
Catwoman rolled Supergirl over to a nearby wall, where a large, flat-screen television hung. She maneuvered her into position, the screen's glare reflecting off Supergirl's latex-clad form. The TV was turned off, the darkness of the screen a stark contrast to the brightly lit gymnasium.
"Now, let's see what's on TV, shall we, Superwhore?" Catwoman taunted, her gloved fingers dancing over the buttons on a nearby remote control. She pressed a button, and the screen flickered to life, the sudden brightness momentarily blinding Supergirl.
The image resolved into a split-screen display, one side showing Batgirl's writhing form, the other Wondergirl's endless, futile crawling. Catwoman chuckled, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You see, Superwhore, the worst torture for someone like you isn't pain, or even humiliation. No, the worst thing for you is to watch your friends suffer, powerless to help them. To see your best friends reduced to squirming, pathetic creatures, and know that you can do nothing but sit and watch." Supergirl's body tensed against the restraints, her muffled protests growing louder as she struggled to speak through the gag. Catwoman simply smiled, her eyes never leaving the screen. "Yes, I know you, Superwhore. You can't stand to see others in pain. You're a hero, after all.
Always putting others first, always trying to save the day. But now, here you are, trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, gagged and bound, forced to watch your friends suffer." Catwoman's voice was a low purr, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she leaned in closer to Supergirl, her eyes never leaving the screen. "But you know what you can do to save them, don't you, Superwhore?" She paused, her gaze flicking briefly to Supergirl before returning to the television. "All you have to do is say please, Mistress, like the good gagslut you are. That's all it takes, and your friends will be freed from their torment."
Supergirl's eyes widened behind the hood, her body tensing as she realized the implication of Catwoman's words.
She tried to speak, to form the words that would bring an end to her friends' suffering, but the packing in her mouth was too dense. A desperate, muffled sound emerged, a pathetic attempt at the word 'please' that barely registered as anything more than a guttural grunt. Catwoman's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Come now, Superwhore. You can do better than that," she taunted, her voice laced with mocking amusement. She reached out, her gloved fingers gripping the soggy wad of underwear and boxers in Supergirl's mouth, twisting it cruelly. "You want to say please, don't you?
You want to beg for your friends' freedom, don't you, Superwhore? But you can't, can you?" Catwoman's fingers tightened around the wad of fabric in Supergirl's mouth, twisting it cruelly. Supergirl struggled to speak, the packing in her mouth making her attempts at forming words futile. The only sound she could manage was a desperate, muffled grunt, her body convulsing with frustration and desperation. Catwoman's eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure, her cruel smile growing wider as she watched Supergirl's futile struggles. You want this, and you know it. You want to be my little gagslut, don't you?
You love the feeling of helplessness, the way it makes your cunt wet and aching," Catwoman purred, her voice dripping with malice. Supergirl's eyes widened in horror, her body tensing against the restraints as she tried desperately to shake her head in denial. But it was no use; the panel gag held her fast, and the wad of underwear and boxers in her mouth muffled her pathetic attempts at protest. "Come on, Superwhore, you can do better than that," Catwoman taunted, her voice laced with mocking amusement. "I know you want this. I can see it in your eyes. You want me to make you mine, to use you like the filthy little slut you are." Supergirl shook her head violently, her body convulsing with the effort of trying to speak.
"Mphh! Mphh!" Supergirl's muffled protests grew louder, her body tensing as she strained against the restraints. Catwoman merely smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. "Oh, come now, Superwhore. You know you want this," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. She leaned in, her gloved hands reaching out to cup Supergirl's breasts through the latex of her crop top. Supergirl's eyes widened in shock and horror as Catwoman's fingers closed around her, kneading and squeezing her flesh roughly. A humiliated moan escaped her, muffled by the gag, her body squirming and writhing as she tried desperately to break free.
she protested, her eyes wide with terror, but Catwoman just laughed, her voice dripping with cruelty. "You can't even beg properly, can you? You're a fucking pathetic excuse for a gagslut, Superwhore," she sneered, her hand reaching into her catsuit pocket. A moment later, she pulled out a small, crumpled rag, the scent of chloroform wafting from it. Supergirl's eyes widened in panic, her body convulsing as she tried to thrash away from Catwoman's approaching hand. "Shhh, now. Time to go night-night, slut," Catwoman cooed, her voice a low, dangerous growl as she pressed the rag to Supergirl's face.
Supergirl's eyes widened in panic, her body thrashing wildly against the restraints as she tried desperately to escape the chloroform-soaked cloth. Mmphh!" she cried out, the sound muffled by the panel gag and the packing in her mouth. Catwoman held the rag firmly in place, her gloved hands gripping Supergirl's head, preventing her from turning away. As the sweet, acrid scent of the chemical filled her nostrils, Supergirl's struggles grew weaker, her body convulsing one last time before slumping limply against the restraints. Her muffled cries became quieter, her breaths shallow and rapid before they slowed, and her eyes fluttered shut, the world around her fading to black.
When she awoke, she was still gagged with the boxers and panel gag, but she was now tied in a blue latex bitchsuit, the tight, shiny material hugging her curves and emphasizing her every movement. A collar encircled her neck, the word 'Superwhore' emblazoned in bold, black letters across the front. She tried to cry out, to demand an explanation for this turn of events, but all that emerged was a muffled, choking sound. She squirmed and twisted in her restraints, her eyes scanning her surroundings in confusion and horror.
She could see Wondergirl and Batgirl waking up, both tied in bitchsuits, Wondergirl's red and bearing a collar that read 'WonderSlut,' Batgirl's purple with a collar labeled 'BatBrat.' They were ungagged, their eyes wide with fear and shock as they struggled to comprehend their predicament. Catwoman stood over them, her wicked smile a stark contrast to the terrified expressions of her captives.
Supergirl's heart pounded in her chest as she watched her friends struggle to understand what was happening. She strained against her own bonds, her muffled shouts of protest falling on deaf ears. Mmmghh!" she cried out, her voice muffled by the panel gag. Wondergirl's eyes darted to Supergirl, her brow furrowing in concern. "Supergirl? What's going on?
Supergirl's muffled cry fell on deaf ears as Catwoman's face contorted into a wicked grin. She swiftly grabbed two vinegar-soaked sponges from a nearby table and shoved them into Batgirl's mouth with brutal efficiency. Batgirl's eyes widened in shock, her body convulsing as she tried to spit them out. Catwoman laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that echoed through the room. "Time for some silence, Batgirl," she hissed, locking a bit gag into place over Batgirl's mouth. Batgirl's muffled protests grew louder, her body struggling against the restraints. "You'll learn to love the taste of vinegar, my dear," Catwoman taunted, her eyes glinting with malice.
She grabbed two sponges soaked in lime juice from a nearby tray, their sharp scent filling the air. Wondergirl's eyes widened in terror as Catwoman shoved them into her mouth, the tangy liquid burning her tongue and throat. She gagged and choked, her body convulsing as she tried desperately to spit them out. Catwoman only laughed, her cruel smile growing wider as she watched Wondergirl's struggles. "Don't be such a drama queen, WonderSlut," she sneered, her gloved hands reaching for the ball gag on the table. She locked it into place with a swift, cruel efficiency, sealing Wondergirl's desperate protests behind a wall of rubber and leather.
The sudden silence in the room was deafening.
Catwoman smirked, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she surveyed her three captives, their faces contorted with fear and humiliation. She clapped her gloved hands together, the sound sharp and abrupt in the quiet room. "Now, now, my little pets. I think it's time we take this party outside, don't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with malice. With a theatrical flourish, she produced three leather leashes from her catsuit pocket, each one attached to a collar that matched the ones her captives wore. "Time to go for a walk, my dears," she sneered, her eyes flicking from one frightened face to another.
Supergirl's eyes widened in panic as Catwoman approached her, the gleaming leather leash dangling from her gloved fingers.
She tugged hard on the leash, the collar around Supergirl's neck tightening painfully as she was forced to her feet. Catwoman chuckled, a low, cruel sound that sent a shiver down Supergirl's spine. "Time to take a little walk, Superwhore," she purred, her voice dripping with malice as she led her captive towards the nearest door. Wondergirl and Batgirl, their eyes wide with fear, were similarly jerked to their feet and secured to their respective leashes. Catwoman laughed, her wicked smile growing wider as she watched her three captives struggle to keep up with her brisk pace. "Come along, my little pets," she hissed, her voice laced with cruel amusement.
She led them through the door, the leashes taut as she marched them outside. The cool night air hit them like a slap, a stark contrast to the warmth of Catwoman's lair. Wondergirl and Batgirl shivered, their breaths misting in the chilly air. Supergirl, however, felt a strange sense of relief, the cool air clearing her head and dulling the lingering effects of the chloroform. She looked around, her eyes scanning the dimly lit alleyway, searching for any sign of escape or help. But all she saw were towering brick buildings, their windows dark and silent. She tugged on her leash, trying to break away, but Catwoman just laughed, her grip on the leash firm and unyielding. "Not so fast, Superwhore. We're not done with you yet," she purred, her voice dripping with malice.
She led them to the rear of the building, pushing them out into a dimly lit alleyway. "Enjoy your little walk, my pets," she hissed, yanking the leashes taut and sending them stumbling forward before slamming the door shut behind them, leaving them alone in the dark.
Supergirl, Wondergirl, and Batgirl stood huddled together, their breaths misting in the cool night air. The silence of the alleyway was a stark contrast to the noise and chaos of Catwoman's lair. They listened intently, hoping to hear any sound that might indicate someone's approach, but the alleyway remained eerily still. Wondergirl shivered, her teeth chattering as she tried to suppress the fear that was gnawing at her. "What do we do now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The three girls moaned in unison, their muffled protests filling the quiet alleyway. Supergirl twisted and turned, her body straining against the latex bitchsuit that encased her form. She tried to use her super strength to break free, but the suit was designed to counteract her powers, and she found herself unable to tear through the material. Wondergirl and Batgirl squirmed and writhed alongside her, their struggles futile against the tight, unyielding fabric.
They were all acutely aware of their predicament, their hearts pounding in their chests as they realized the full extent of their captivity. They were gagged, bound, and at the mercy of their captor, trapped in an alleyway with no hope of escape. "Mmmghhh!" Supergirl cried out, the sound muffled by the panel gag in her mouth.
Suddenly, a blinding white light enveloped them, and the alleyway faded away. When their vision cleared, they found themselves standing in a grand entrance hall, the air filled with the scent of beeswax and lemon polish. A magnificent staircase curled upwards, its banisters gleaming with a soft patina that spoke of age and elegance. They were in Diana's house, the Amazon Princess's residence, a place they had each been to countless times before.
But the familiar surroundings did little to ease their fears, for standing before them was Wonder Woman herself, her usually warm and compassionate face now contorted into a mask of fury. Her eyes blazed with an anger that sent a shiver down Supergirl's spine, and her hands rested on her hips, her muscled arms straining against the gold bracelets that encircled her wrists.
"How could you three be so foolish, careless, and reckless?" she demanded, her voice like thunder as it echoed through the grand entrance hall. "I have always trusted you, Diana's words filled the air, her voice booming with each syllable, her anger palpable. "But after tonight, I question if I ever should have. Going to that bondage club, parading yourselves as the very thing you swore to protect others from? It was irresponsible, thoughtless, and dangerous."
Supergirl's eyes widened behind her gag, her body tensing in surprise and indignation. She tugged at her leash, trying to break free, desperate to plead her case, but the panel gag held firm, muffling her protests.
"Mmmmphfm!" Wonder Woman addressed the trio, her voice cold and firm. "As punishment for your reckless behavior, you will spend the entire night in those bitchsuits. You will learn the value of restraint and the consequences of your actions."
Supergirl's eyes widened in horror behind her hood, her body convulsing with shock and embarrassment. "Mmmmph!" she cried out, the sound muffled by the panel gag, her muffled protests joining those of Wondergirl and Batgirl. The three girls tugged and twisted against their leashes, their struggles futile against the unyielding leather.
Wonder Woman's voice cut through the chaos, her tone brooking no argument. "Your protests are futile, girls. You have brought this upon yourselves.
Now, let's make this a night you'll never forget.
With those words, Wonder Woman clapped her hands together, and magic feathers appeared, their touch light yet firm. They tickled the soles of the girls' feet, their most sensitive spots, and the three heroes squirmed and giggled through their gags. Wondergirl's toes curled, her body twisting as the feathers danced over her clit and nipples, removing any doubt of her predicament. Batgirl wriggled, her muffled moans a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, the feathers' touch relentless and unforgiving. Supergirl, despite her initial attempts to resist, soon found herself laughing uncontrollably, her struggles only amplifying the sensation.
Wonder Woman watched, her stern expression cracking into a wicked grin, her laugh echoing through the grand hall.
"Enjoy yourselves, girls. I'll be back in the morning to see how you've fared. And remember," she added, her voice laced with malice, "a good tickle is worth a thousand lectures." With that, she turned on her heel and strode off, her boots clicking on the polished marble floor, leaving the three heroes to their fate.
The magical feathers continued their relentless assault, their touch light yet firm, their tickling touches driving the three heroes wild. Batgirl's body convulsed as the feathers danced over her nipples, her muffled moans growing louder, her body twisting and turning in a vain attempt to escape the torturous pleasure.
Supergirl, her laughter subsiding, fought against the relentless tickling, her body straining against the latex bitchsuit. Wondergirl, her eyes squeezed shut, tried to suppress her giggles, her body writhing as the feathers teased her most sensitive spots.
The next morning, Wondergirl found herself wrapped tightly in layers of bandages, her body swaying gently as she hung upside down in the grand hallway. Her muffled protests were barely audible through the gag, her eyes wide with disbelief and terror. Beside her, Supergirl lay in a pram, her body cocooned in a thick blanket, the latex bitchsuit clearly visible beneath the fabric. Her muffled cries of protest were louder, her struggles more desperate, as she tried in vain to free herself from the confines of the blanket and the pram.
Wonder Woman stood nearby, her expression stern, her arms crossed over her chest. "Enough of that, Supergirl," she commanded, her voice firm yet patient. "You've learned your lesson. Now, let's get you home."
Batgirl, freed from her leather restraints and dressed in a comfortable tracksuit, stood beside Wonder Woman. Her face was a mix of concern and determination. "I'll take her home," she offered, her voice steady and reassuring. Wonder Woman nodded, her gaze softening as she looked at her young friend. "One condition," she said, her voice stern. "You report back here tomorrow, and we'll discuss your part in this fiasco." Batgirl swallowed hard, but she nodded in agreement. "It's a deal," she said, turning to the pram.
Supergirl, her eyes wide with panic and frustration, began to struggle like a wild animal, her muffled cries of protest barely audible through the gag. "It's not my fault! You can't blame me for this! I didn't want to go to that stupid club!" she shouted, her voice muffled and incoherent. Batgirl, trying to suppress a smile, rolled her eyes at her friend's desperate attempts to be heard. "Come on, Superwhore. You know better than that. You should have listened to your cousin. Now, hush up and be a good little gagslut," she teased, her voice laced with amusement as she started to wheel the pram towards the door.
Supergirl's eyes widened behind her hood, her body convulsing with renewed determination to make her point.
But Batgirl simply laughed, her fingers tightening on the pram's handles as she wheeled her friend towards the door. "Come on, Superwhore," she taunted, her voice laced with amusement. "You know better than to struggle. It's not going to do you any good, and it's just going to make me laugh. You're a good little gagslut, aren't you? Always so eager to please, always so keen to take what's given to you." Supergirl's muffled protests grew louder, her body tensing as she tried desperately to free herself from the confines of the pram. But Batgirl just laughed, her grip on the pram handles firm and unyielding. "Now, now, Superwhore," she chided, her voice a low purr. "You know you like it.
You're my little pet, my gagslut, remember?" Batgirl cooed, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness as she wheeled Supergirl towards the elevator. Supergirl's eyes narrowed behind her hood, her body convulsing with frustrated attempts to escape the pram. Batgirl simply laughed, her grip on the pram handles firm and unyielding. "Don't fight it, Superwhore. You'll only make it worse for yourself." The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and Batgirl pushed the pram inside, her heels clicking against the polished metal floor.
As the elevator began its descent, Supergirl's muffled protests grew louder, her body squirming and writhing in the confines of the pram. Batgirl merely chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement.
Supergirl, realizing the futility of her struggles, eventually stopped, her body slumping in defeat. She lay there, waiting resignedly for Batgirl to get her home. The elevator hummed softly, the motion soothing as they descended. Batgirl glanced down at her friend, a hint of sympathy in her eyes. "You look tired, Superwhore. Would you like a nap?" she asked, her voice a mocking sing-song.
Supergirl's eyes met Batgirl's, and for a moment, she could see the genuine concern hidden beneath the taunting exterior. She nodded slowly, a soft 'Mmmhmm' escaping her gag. Batgirl smirked, her fingers gently stroking Supergirl's cheek. "There's a good girl," she cooed, her voice surprisingly gentle.
Batgirl carefully maneuvered the pram through her apartment door, the wheels rolling smoothly over the hardwood floor. Supergirl looked up at her, her eyes wide and hopeful as she awaited her release. Batgirl laughed, a sound both harsh and melodic, as she let the pram come to a stop in the middle of her living room. "But first, we need to talk," she said, her fingers dancing over the buttons on the remote control she had taken from Supergirl earlier. A flat-screen television mounted on the wall flickered to life, displaying a video feed of the three bound heroes from the previous night. Supergirl's eyes widened as she watched herself, Wondergirl, and Batgirl squirm and writhe in their leather restraints. "Looks like we had quite a night, didn't we?" Batgirl taunted, her eyes never leaving the screen.
"You know, Superwhore," she continued, her voice dripping with mocking amusement, "I think Boxermuncher is staying tied up for a while longer. You're just too much fun to watch like this." Supergirl's eyes widened in horror and embarrassment, her body squirming in the pram as she stared up at Batgirl in disbelief. "What do you mean?" she cried out, her voice muffled by the panel gag, her pleas falling on deaf ears. Batgirl merely chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction.
"Oh, come on, Superwhore. You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it. Look at yourself, writhing and squirming, your body aching for release.
You're pathetic, Superwhore. A constant tease, always on the edge but never truly satisfied," Batgirl sneered, her voice cold and cruel as she watched the footage on the TV. She turned to Supergirl, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "You need a nap, Superwhore. A long, deep sleep to help you forget all about your little adventures." With a swift, efficient motion, she brought a rag soaked in chloroform to Supergirl's face, the strong, sweet scent filling the air.
"Say goodnight, Superwhore."
Supergirl's eyes widened in panic, her body convulsing as she tried to thrash away from the chloroform-soaked cloth. "Mmphh!" she cried out, the sound muffled by the panel gag, her desperate pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears.
As the chloroform-soaked cloth covered her face, her world faded to black.
When she came to, she found herself in a bright, unfamiliar kitchen, the scent of freshly baked bread filling the air. Her head was spinning, and her limbs felt sluggish and uncoordinated. She looked down at herself, her eyes widening in shock as she realized she was bound to a wooden chair, her wrists and ankles secured with thick, coarse rope. She was still wearing the pink underwear and thigh-high boots she'd had on the night before, but her latex bitchsuit and gag were nowhere to be seen.
Panic surged through her as she struggled against her bonds, but the ropes were tight and unyielding. She looked around the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to take in her surroundings.
The warm yellow walls, the gleaming stainless steel appliances, and the scent of fresh bread baking in the oven—it all suddenly clicked into place. She was in Batgirl's kitchen. Panic surged through her, and she tugged at her bonds, desperate to escape. Just as she was about to call out for help, the door swung open, and Batgirl stepped into the room. She was dressed in a black bra and panties, her hair a wild halo around her face. In her hand, she held a pair of Superboy's boxers, the ones she had gagged Supergirl with the night before. They were still damp, the scent of her saliva lingering on the fabric. Batgirl chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Supergirl's spine.
She sauntered towards her bound friend, the damp boxers dangling from her fingers like a trophy. "Aw, poor little Superwhore. You look all tied up and helpless. Just the way I like you," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. She knelt down beside Supergirl, the scent of her arousal filling the air as she rubbed the damp boxers against Supergirl's cheek. Supergirl recoiled, her eyes wide with disgust and humiliation. "Stop it, Batgirl! Get those off me!" she protested, her muffled voice barely audible through the gag. Batgirl merely chuckled, her fingers tightening around the boxers as she continued to rub them against Supergirl's face. You know you like it.
You always have," Batgirl whispered, her voice thick with desire as she pressed the damp boxers between Supergirl's lips. "Open up, Superwhore. Take it like a good little gagslut." Supergirl's eyes widened in protest, her head shaking from side to side as she tried to push the disgusting fabric away. But Batgirl was insistent, her grip on the boxers firm and unyielding. You know the rules. A good little gagslut always takes her mistress's offering." She pushed the boxers deeper into Supergirl's mouth, the salty taste of her own spit filling her senses. Supergirl gagged and choked, her body convulsing as she tried desperately to spit them out. But Batgirl just laughed, her eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction. "That's it, Superwhore.
Take it like a good little slut," Batgirl hissed, her hand pressing firmly against Supergirl's mouth, muffling her desperate protests. Supergirl bucked in the chair, her body straining against the ropes, her eyes locked onto Batgirl's. Her muffled words were barely audible, her breath hot and moist against Batgirl's hand. "Mmmmph," she tried to plead, her cheeks flushing with a mix of humiliation and defiance.
Batgirl's laughter was low and cruel, her eyes glinting with a malicious amusement as she watched Supergirl struggle. "You know, I've always found your determination so... stimulating," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in closer, her hand still pressed against Supergirl's mouth.
She reached into her pocket, her fingers wrapping around the cold, smooth surface of a four-inch pink ball gag. "Let's make sure that pretty little mouth of yours stays shut, shall we?" She yanked the gag from her pocket, the pink latex gleaming wickedly in the harsh kitchen light. "Open wide, Superwhore," she ordered, her voice firm as she tugged on the straps, tightening the gag around the back of Supergirl's head. Supergirl's eyes widened in protest, her body squirming as she tried desperately to avoid the intrusion. But Batgirl was relentless, her grip firm and unyielding as she forced the ball gag into Supergirl's mouth, the pink latex stretching her lips wide open.
"Now, listen carefully, Superwhore," she hissed, her breath hot and moist against Supergirl's cheek. "I'm feeling generous today. You've been a good little gagslut, so I'll make you the same offer as last time. Speak a full sentence, and I'll let you go. Tell me what you want, and I'll do my best to make it happen."
Supergirl's eyes widened in disbelief, her body tensing as she realized the twisted offer. She tried to speak through the gag, her voice muffled and incoherent, but Batgirl just laughed, her fingers tightening around the straps of the ball gag. You need to speak a full sentence.
Mind you, I can't understand a word you're saying through that gag, you useless little whore," Batgirl sneered, her hand caressing Supergirl's cheek and tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "You can't even manage to form a coherent thought. What chance do you have of forming a coherent sentence?" Supergirl's eyes flashed with defiance as she tried to shout through the gag, her voice nothing more than a muffled, indistinguishable cry. Batgirl just laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that sent a shiver down Supergirl's spine.
"Oh, look at you, struggling and squirming like a little worm on a hook. It's almost pathetic, really," Batgirl purred, her fingers tracing the line of Supergirl's jaw, her touch a mixture of tender and cruel.
"All this squirming and struggle, yet you remain bound and helpless." She leaned in closer, her breath hot and moist against Supergirl's ear. "But don't worry, my little gagslut. I have something that's going to make this experience so much more... enjoyable."
Her hands darted out, grasping a small, egg-shaped device from the counter behind her. She held it up, the vibrations already humming to life, the surface glinting wickily in the harsh kitchen light. "Do you know what this is, Superwhore?" she asked, her voice low and taunting. Supergirl's eyes widened in recognition, her body tensing as she realized what Batgirl was about to do.
Batgirl laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that sent a shiver down Supergirl's spine. "Don't worry, sweetheart.
This little toy is going to make your bondage experience so much more... thrilling." With that, Batgirl reached for the vibrating egg, its surface already slick with lubricant. Supergirl's eyes widened as she saw the egg, her bound body tensing in anticipation of what was to come. She tried to speak through the gag, but Batgirl just chuckled, her voice cold and cruel. "You know better than to ask, Superwhore. Just lie back and enjoy the ride."
Batgirl began strapping the vibrating egg to Supergirl's feet, the cold metal against her skin sending a shiver down her spine. She secured them tightly, the device already humming to life, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through Supergirl's body.
Batgirl laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Supergirl's spine as she bucked against her restraints, her body convulsing as she tried to escape the relentless sensations. "Stop! Please!" she cried out, the sound muffled by the gag, her pleas falling on deaf ears.
She watched, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement, as Supergirl's body writhed and squirmed, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. She reached behind her, her fingers wrapping around the soft, cool fabric of the satin blindfold. "And now, my little gagslut, it's time for the final touch," she purred, her voice low and seductive as she brought the blindfold up to Supergirl's face.
"Enjoy your little adventure, my dear. I'll be back soon to check on you." With a final, cruel laugh, Batgirl stood up and left the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
Supergirl bucked and squirmed against her restraints, her muffled protests growing louder as she realized she was truly alone. She could hear the front door of the apartment close, the lock engaging with a hollow thud. Panic surged through her, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild drumbeat.
She tugged at her bonds, desperate to escape, but the ropes were tight and unyielding. She could feel the vibrations of the egg humming against her clit, the sensation maddening and overwhelming. Tears stung the corners of her eyes, but she refused to give in to the despair that threatened to consume her.
The vibrating egg hummed relentlessly against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. She had no idea how long she'd been there, but she knew that Batgirl had left her alone, bound and tickled for what felt like an eternity. The sensation was maddening, each touch of the egg driving her closer to the edge, only to pull her back at the last second.
Supergirl's body convulsed as the tickling sensation grew stronger, the vibrations dancing over her most sensitive spots. She tried to muffle her laughs behind the gag, but the sound escaped, a muffled, helpless giggle that filled the kitchen. The egg moved, its surface slick with lubricant, dancing over her clit in a cruel, taunting ballet.
Her body convulsed, laughter bubbling up from the depths of her, a sound muffled behind the ball gag. Her mind was a whirl of sensation, a kaleidoscopic blur of pleasure and pain. She was adrift in a sea of touch, lost in the endless ebb and flow of the vibrating egg.
Suddenly, the vibrations stopped. The egg stilled, its humming silence a stark contrast to the relentless dance it had been performing. She gasped, her body tensing in anticipation of what was to come next. She was so focused on the egg that she almost forgot about the blindfold, the cool satin fabric still pressed against her eyes.
A soft rustling sound filled the air, followed by the click of the lock being undone. The door creaked open, the sound echoing through the room like a shot.
Supergirl's body tensed, her heart leaping into her throat as she struggled against her bonds, her eyes wide behind the blindfold. The egg suddenly sprang back to life, its hum filling the kitchen, a cruel reminder of her predicament. The vibrations danced over her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. She gasped, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she fought to maintain her composure.
"Relax, Supergirl," a voice said, low and steady. She recognized it instantly, her body releasing some of the tension it had been holding. Wonder Woman. Supergirl immediately relaxed, her body slumping against the ropes, the egg's hum a constant, maddening beat against her clit.
A soft, muffled grunt escaped her, her plea for release barely audible through the ball gag.
Wonder Woman stepped into the kitchen, her eyes taking in the scene with a mix of disbelief and concern. "Supergirl?" she called out, her voice filled with genuine worry. She crossed the room in a few swift strides, kneeling down beside the bound heroine. With practiced efficiency, she unbuckled the gag, pulling it away from Supergirl's mouth, the pink latex stretching and snapping as it released its grip.
Supergirl gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her lips swollen and chapped from the gag's unforgiving hold. "Wondy," she cried out, her voice hoarse and desperate.