Fionna and Pauline stood, shocked into silence as their fate sunk in.  Dressed as Batgirl and Supergirl respectively, the girl's ill-conceived plan to stop a robbery in the jewelry store had gone horribly awry.  Now Mick and Kaylee, the two masked burglars, were not only going to finish their robbery, but they were planning to take Fionna and Pauline with them.  

"Alright, Super Sluts, out to the van," the big Australian said, pointing towards the curtain.

Both girls still stood, unmoving.  Mick shrugged, and stepped forward grabbing Fionna.  

“No!" the redhead dressed as Batgirl screamed, but with her wrists cuffed behind her with her own cuffs, there wasn't much she could do as the bigger man lifted her off her feet as if she weighed nothing.  He held her close across his chest with one arm, the other slapping over her mouth before she could protest further.

Pauline stepped forward.  She was unbound, but she recognized it would make little difference.  Still she felt she had to do something to help her friend. Kaylee grabbed her arm.  Pauline glared at the smaller girl.  She’d already managed to subdue the female thief once, though she had had the element of surprise.  Kaylee’s cool blue eyes stared back at her through her mask, as if challenging her to try something.  Pauline clenched her fists.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fionna squirming in Mick’s strong grasp as he felt up her breasts through her costume, moaning into his gloved hand.  Pauline relaxed, her hands slowly unclenching.  Who was she kidding?  She wasn’t going to try and take these two down.  She was too afraid of Kaylee ripping her lip ring out to even spit out her own panties the thief had ripped off of her and silenced her with during her invasive frisking.

“Looks like that blonde hair really is a dye job.  I guess you’re not as stupid as you look, Super Slut,” Kaylee said, grinning.

“Tick tock,” Mick said, still fondling the helpless Fionna.  “Let’s get them out to the van.”  He turned; carrying Fionna out threw the curtain into the main shop.

“Actually,” Kaylee said, stopping Pauline who was hesitantly following Mick out.  “You go ahead and take Bat Babe there.  Super Snatch here is going to give me a hand robbing the place.”

“Whaph!” Pauline mumbled around the thong in her mouth.

Fionna began struggling harder, kicking back into her captor’s shins.  She couldn’t get enough leverage to do any real damage, but finally out of annoyance he found her nipple through her suit, twisting it hard until she yelped behind his hand and stopped kicking.

“And don’t think that because it’s just you and me you can try anything stupid.  I’m sure Mick would love to punish your partners tight little body.”

“Like I need an excuse,” Mick called back over his shoulder as he toted Fionna out of the store.

“Well, punish her more than he was already planning to,” Kaylee amended, spanking Pauline, causing the girl to yelp in surprise.  “Now, let’s see if you’re any better at crime than you are at stopping it.”

Kaylee grabbed a big black cloth bag she had brought and began dragging Pauline around the shop, alternating between filling the bag with jewelry and pinching and groping her terrified captive.  

“My bag’s getting full.  It’s about time you helped out.”  Kaylee dropped the stuffed sack of stolen jewelry on the floor.  She pulled out a black pearl necklace from a display case.  She put it up to her neck, where she was already wearing several pilfered necklaces.  “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Pauline kept her mouth firmly shut.  The saliva soaked panties were starting to get uncomfortable in her mouth, but they afforded her an excuse to not respond to her captor’s rhetorical questions as she looted the store.

“I’m out of room, you’ll have to take this for me.”

Pauline glared at her, but she reluctantly turned around and reached up and pulled her hair up, anticipating that Kaylee would put the stolen necklace on her own neck.

“Oh no, silly.  A whore like you can’t possibly wear something this nice.  And you don’t have any pockets on that ridiculous outfit either.  But don’t worry, I think I know the perfect place you can keep it.”

Pauline blushed.  Even under the circumstances being told she couldn’t wear something that nice was embarrassing.  She was about to turn around when Kaylee shoved her up against the counter, bending her forwards over the glass top.  Pauline gasped, nearly spitting her thong out in surprise, but she caught it with her teeth before she could fully expel the garment from her mouth.  She almost lost them again when Kaylee flipped her skirt up, exposing her ass, and she realized exactly where Kaylee meant for her to keep the pearls.

“Pleaf, no!” she cried through clenched teeth as Kaylee spread her pale ass cheeks apart, exposing her puckered asshole.

The pearls had looked pretty big, even the smallest ones at the edges bigger than a marble, but as Kaylee began to force the first smooth black orb into Pauline’s asshole, she was sure the thing was the size of a golf ball.

Pauline bucked and squealed as the first pearl slipped past her clenched sphincter.  Kaylee leaned on her, holding her down atop the counter as she began forcing the second one inside.  Pauline panted, biting down hard onto the thong that was in imminent danger of dropping from her mouth as she gritted her teeth through the pain and discomfort as the thief stuffed pearl after pearl inside her, each one more uncomfortable than the last as they slowly grew in diameter until Kaylee finally reached the biggest pearl at the apex of the necklace.  

“That was the worst of it,” Kaylee told her smacking her playfully on the ass before she continued stuffing Pauline’s ass until less than a quarter of the necklace remained.  “That should do it,” she said, pulling Pauline up from the counter.  Pauline groaned as the pearls shifted inside her, standing with her legs spreading an effort to alleviate the discomfort.  “Thanks for you help, Super Butt.”

Pauline glared at her tormentor.  “Huck hue,” she said through clenched teeth, still barely managing to hold onto a piece of her thong, the rest of the sopping underwear hang in from her mouth and clinging to her chin and neck.

Kaylee stuffed the thong back past Pauline’s lips into her mouth, tugging on the girl’s lip ring as she did so.  “Oh, I plan on it.”  With surprising strength, she lifted Pauline off the ground and set her on the counter.  Pauline squirmed as she tried to find a position to accommodate the necklace stuffed inside her comfortably.  Kaylee lifted her legs up until her heels rested on the counter, keeping her legs bowed outward, flipping her skirt back in the process and exposing her shaven pussy and the rest of the necklace dangling from her ass like some weird alien tail.  Pauline made a move to close her legs despite the pain, but Kaylee slapped her exposed pussy, drawing a shriek from the girl.

“None of that,” she warned her, pushing her thigh apart further and adjusting her skirt so it didn’t block any of the view.  “Maybe I can get you a nice piercing down here, too,” she said as she caressed the captive girl’s pussy.  “There are plenty of nice rings and studs here we could use.”  

Pauline moaned, just sitting there and taking the abuse.  The masked thief had her thoroughly cowed, and she couldn’t muster the will to resist.  Even if she did, and on the off chance that she could get the upper hand against the smaller woman, her partner still had Fionna outside in the van, doing god knows what to her.



Fionna was in an arguably worse position, on her knees in the back of a van, trying desperately not to choke as Mick fucked her mouth, his gun pressed against her temple with the warning that he would blow her brains out if she tried to bite his enormous dick off.

She’d bitten his hand, causing him to relinquish his grip on her mouth, the second he’d hauled her outside onto the street, and proceeded to scream her head off for help.  His leather glove had prevented her from doing any real damage to his hand, and he’d quickly gotten a grip a her lower face again, this time pinching her nose between his thumb and foreign as well as forming a nearly airtight seal over her mouth, cutting off her air supply as well as her screams.  She’d been too focused on trying to breath to even look to see if anyone had heard her cries for help, but the streets remained empty, and no one witnessed the masked man carrying the thrashing girl in the Batgirl costume into the back of the white, windowless van.

Fionna was sure she was going to pass out; spots exploding across her vision, before he suddenly released her mouth and tossed her onto the floor on the van.  She lay on her back, her cuffed arms crushed beneath her, as she fought to get her breathing under control.

“That wasn’t smart,” he stated.  He climbed into the van, shutting the doors behind him.  “Now, let’s see if that mouth of yours is good for anything other than screaming.”



“You know I’m surprised,” Kaylee said, pausing from toying with Pauline’s rapidly moistening pussy to look up into the scared girl’s face.  “With that lip ring, I was kind of expecting to find a few more when I frisked you.”

Pauline gasped in surprise as Kaylee reached up and grabbed the collar of her top, ripping it open and revealing her breasts in one vicious move.

“Can’t you just imagine, how much better these would be if you pierced them?” she asked, referring to Pauline’s exposed pink nipples, which were surprisingly stiff.  She grabbed them, ignoring Pauline’s muffled protests, her leather gloved hands fondling the soft orbs, tweaking the nipples and pinching them tightly between her fingers until Pauline shrieked in pain.  

“I bet you’ve thought a lot about it,” she told the writhing girl.  “You go out dressed as Supergirl, but you’re not a good girl, are you?”  Pauline shook her head, trying to say that she was a good girl through her panties.  “No, you’re a bad girl, with your lip ring and your tattoos.  And you’re enjoying this.  Robbing a store, sitting here with your pussy on full display, your tight little ass stuffed with stolen merchandise and your tits out like some common whore.  And you’re getting off on it.  You just needed someone to help you be the bad girl you want to be.  You didn’t come in here hoping to stop the robbery.  You came hoping to be the damsel in distress.  It’s your lucky night.”

Pauline wanted to argue.  Even if she wasn’t chewing on her own thong, she couldn’t.  She’d thought a lot about getting her nipples pierced.  She was sitting there, on full display, literally on a display counter, and she was incredibly turned on.  The pain, the humiliation, the danger, it was all fueling a fire that was burning in her nethers, and she wanted an orgasm at that moment more than she had ever wanted one in her entire life.

“Ipha add urrl!” She screamed around the panties.

“I know you are,” Kaylee said with a devilish grin.  One of her hands left the girl’s breast, heading south to her sopping pussy.  Her mouth quickly replaced the hand on her breast, and her hand found Pauline’s engorged clit, teasing and pinching her button until Pauline came, gushing all over Kaylee’s hand and down the front of the counter.

Pauline fell backwards, supporting herself with her arms to keep from falling off the counter as she panted for breath.  

“Say ahhhh.”  Kaylee reached up to Pauline’s mouth, grabbing the thong.  Pauline tasted her own juices over the strong taste of leather.  She thought the thong was finally going to be removed, but Kaylee had only adjusted the drenched garment so that the Supergirl symbol was front and center and visible between Pauline’s white teeth.  “And stay just like that,” Kaylee said, stepping back from the helpless girl.

“Hnng?” Pauline asked, not daring to move.  Pauline was taken aback, nearly losing her balance and falling backwards, by the bright light of a camera flash.

“Smile for the camera, Super Slut,” Kaylee said, holding out her phone.  She took several more pictures, making sure to get her exposed pussy and ass with the necklace still dangling from it, now covered in her cum.  She even hopped up onto the counter next to the stunned girl, throwing her arm around her and pulling her in close to get her in a selfie with the masked burglar.

“The Internet is going to love these,” Kaylee said.  “Total Supergirl fail.”

Pauline whined, but Kaylee simply her finger to Pauline’s lips.  The finger was still sticky, and Pauline could smell herself on it; an immediate reminder that she was in no position to resist.

Kaylee hopped down off the counter and helped Pauline down after her, taking the opportunity to fondle the girl’s breasts one more time.

“I think we’ve had enough fun in here; let’s see what Mick and Bat Bitch are up to.”

Pauline couldn’t even think about her best friend.  Poor Fionna, who’d she dragged into this, what would her friend think of her if she could have seen her then.  The fact that Kaylee had taken pictures told her that Fionna might still see her shame yet.  Head hung low; she stumbled after Kaylee out into the night.



The foul taste of motor oil from the dirty rag Mick was stuffing in her mouth briefly overwhelmed the salty taste of his semen that was lingering in Fionna’s mouth.  She retched, trying to prevent this new intrusion, but he kept working the filthy rag he’d grabbed off of the floor of the van in her mouth, until it was all the way in past her teeth, stuffing her cheeks, compressing her tongue, and threatening to choke her.

He’d lasted for what seemed like an impossibly long time to Fionna as she choked on his cock, before he’d finally came with a grunt, grabbing her by the back of her cowled head and holding her face on his spasming member as he came into the back of the throat.  She came up choking and sputtering, only for him to start gagging her.  

She looked up at him pleading with her eyes, but the eyes that stared back under his mask had no mercy in them.  He produced a roll of duct tape, and wasted no time in wrapping it tightly between her teeth, forcing the rag even deeper into her mouth for a few passes, then encasing her lower face in the silver adhesive material.

“That’s better, Sweet Tits,” he said, smoothing the tape over her mouth.  “Speaking of.”  He grabbed the tight material of her costume stretched tightly across her breasts.  He pulled a knife out of his pocket, and ignoring the helpless girl’s muffled protests, he flicked open the shiny blade.

Fionna squinted her eyes shut, sure he was going to stab her then and there, but the strike never came.  She felt the cool air on her cleavage, and opened her eyes to see him flip the knife shut and put it away.  She looked down, her eyes widening.  He’d slashed down the front of her costume, between her breasts.  He reached into the newly created hole and ripped it open wider.  She wore no bra under her skintight costume, and her boobs bounced free.

Fionna could only shake her head as he began to maul her big tits.  She tried to lean backwards away from him, but he was practically holding her up by them, his gloved fingers sinking deep into her soft, pale, fleshy orbs.

Their heads both snapped towards the back door of the van as it swung open. Kaylee stood on the street, holding a stunned Pauline tightly by her arm.

Fionna and Pauline stared at each, wide eyed, taking in each other’s current predicament.  Fionna was freshly gagged, her wrists still cuffed behind her, and her naked tits in the hands of the Australian thief.  Pauline’s red skirt had been ripped off, leaving her clad in only her red boots from the waist down.  The skirt had been ripped up, strips of the torn fabric had been used to bind her wrists behind her back and as a knotted cleave gag, holding her thong securely in her mouth.

“In you go, Super Snatch,” Kaylee said, breaking the silence.  She pushed Pauline towards the edge of the van, and Mick released Pauline’ boobs so he could pick her up under her arms and hoist her up into the van, shoving her into her friend.  With he hands tied behind her, she was unable to stop herself from falling face first right into Fionna, Batgirl’s big boobs cushioning her fall.  Both girls squawked in muted surprise at their sudden new compromising position.  Pauline slid off of her, falling to the floor next to her friend.  Fionna stared with wide eyes as she had a sudden view of the black pearl necklace hanging out Pauline’s naked ass.

Kaylee threw the bag of stolen jewelry into the back of the van, and slammed the door.  She opened the driver’s door and climbed in a moment later, looking back at Mick and the two bound girls.  “Buckle up,” she said as she started up the engine.  Mick grabbed the bag of pilfered loot and began rifling through it, looking up occasionally as the girls were bounced around the back of the van as Kaylee sped off into the night.