Mick, fortunately, for the moment seemed more interested in their haul of stolen jewelry than the two girls bound and gagged in the back of the van with him.  Kaylee’s erratic driving had leveled out some as she got the van out of downtown and onto a highway, and the girl dressed as Batgirl was able to get her wits about her.

Fionna glanced over at her best friend.  Pauline was lying on her side, her head tilted up, staring blankly at the ceiling.  Despite the brutal face fucking at gunpoint Fionna had been subjected to by the male burglar, Pauline seemed to be in worse shape.  She thought of the pearl necklace shoved up her friend’s ass, concealed from her sight now, and realized that choking on the big Australian’s cock for ten minutes could have been a lot worse.

Her eyes darted to the man.  He was scrutinizing a broach in the dim light of the van, ignoring them for the time being.  She looked back at Pauline, still seemingly lost in a daze, and she gently prodded her shoulder with her foot.  Pauline looked over at her, fresh tears glistening in her eyes.  She made a muffled noise through her gag, and Fionna kicked her a little harder.  Not that either of them stood a chance of communicating verbally, but Fionna really wished that Pauline would keep quiet and not draw attention to them.  Her arms were locked behind her with handcuffs, and unlike Kaylee who’d they’d been used on earlier, she wasn’t going to be able to pick the lock, and neither would Pauline.  Pauline, however, was only bound with red cloth, which Fionna presumed was what was left of her missing skirt.

Fionna rolled away from Pauline, which left her bound hands facing Pauline and let her keep an eye on Mick.  She pointed up at the handcuffs on her wrists, and then pointed blindly in the direction of Pauline, praying her friend would pick up on her idea.  Again she heard Pauline grunt questioningly into her gag, and she tried to look anywhere in the van but at Mick as he glanced over at the noise.

“How’re you girls doing back there?” Kaylee called from the front.

“They’re doing just fine,” Mick said, getting up.  Fionna cursed silently into her gag, shaking her head in silent protest as he took a step forward, but there was an audible crunch on his first footstep.  “Fuck!” he swore, kneeling down.

“What happened?” Kaylee called back.

“I stepped on something,” he said, hunching over a broken diamond tennis bracelet.

“That’s why you don’t go through the score in the van.  It’s not going anywhere.  Just play with the girls.”

“Not like they’re going anywhere either.”  He scooped up the pieces of the bracelet, inspecting the damage.

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter if you break them.”

Fionna had been using the momentary distraction to slowly scoot herself backwards, fumbling around blindly with her hands until she felt Pauline.  Pauline grunted as Fionna felt something behind her, feeling around to orient herself.  She grasped something soft, and with her hands still encased in her golden Batgirl gloves, it took her a second to realize that what she was squeezing was one of Pauline’s breasts.  Pauline muffled her objections as Fionna continued to assault her boob, not realizing that her frustrated friend was trying to roll her over.  Finally, through some combination of Fionna’s raw force on her chest, realization of what Fionna was actually trying to get her to do, and simple desire to protect her sore tit from further abuse, Pauline rolled over.

Fionna sighed with relief, not taking her eyes off of Mick as she felt her way down Pauline’s arm until her hands found the fabric binding her wrists.  Why the hell did she have to pick a heroine with gloves, she thought as she fumbled with the knot.  Furthermore, why did costumed heroes even wear gloves; it made anything requiring any bit of finesse or manual dexterity nearly impossible.  

Slowly though, she was making progress.  It wasn’t so hard once she calmed down and really concentrated on what she was doing.  It was about precision, not speed, and she felt the knot loosen until she was able to slip one finger through the fabric and pull the knot out.  She pushed at Pauline’s hand, hoping her friend would take her cue to pull her arms apart and hopefully be able to slip out of her bindings.  She had been so engrossed in her efforts that she had stopped paying attention to Mick.  It wasn’t until she felt that van roll to a stop that she looked up to see him standing over top of her.

“You’re a resourceful little thing, aren’t you, Sweet Tits?” he said.  She screamed into her gag as he leaned over and pulled her up.

Pauline looked back over her shoulder, and began tugging on her loosened bonds, struggling to pull her wrists free as her friend was hauled up off the floor.  She had almost pulled her right wrist free when something grabbed her by the ankle.  She looked down to see Kaylee standing at the open back door of the van.  The female burglar grabbed her other ankle and proceeded to haul her towards the edge of the van, her bare breasts scraping painfully across the dirty metal floor of the van.  Kaylee pulled her out and planted her on her feet, cinching the fabric holding her wrists tight once more.  Pauline struggled, trying to throw the smaller girl off of her, but Kaylee was stronger and held her against the back of the van.  She grabbed Pauline by the chin, forcing her to stare back into the van.

“It was a good try, but now she has to be punished, and you have to watch.”

Pauline tried to jerk her head away, but Kaylee’s grip was firm, and Pauline had no choice but to watch.  Mick had used a rubber bungee tie down to fasten Fionna’s cuff to a hook affixed in the van’s ceiling, pulling her into a strict strapado.  The short length forced Fionna to stand on her tiptoes, and the tension of the bungee yanked her painfully back into that position anytime she slipped from her toes.

Mick brought his hand down on her ass, the clap of his leather glove impacting on her vinyl-clad ass resonated through the van, and Fionna’s muffled scream was echoed by a sympathy scream from Pauline.  

“Your ass might be as nice as your tits,” Mick said, pausing his spanking to grope her ass through her tight pants.  Fionna sobbed as he reached between her legs, and used the seam of the pants to start tearing upwards, ripping the ass of her costume apart.  He squeezed her now bare butt cheeks, kneading the flesh that was hot and pink from the spanking.  She yelped, jumping forward, the bungee quickly pulling her back into position as he swatted her bare ass.

Pauline stared fixedly at her friend, unable to tear her eyes away.  Every time she shut her eyes to block out what she was being forced to watch, her friend’s muffled yelps would bring her back, and her imagination was somehow worse than the reality of the situation.  She squeaked in surprise as Kaylee’s hand drifted south to her crotch, caressing her bare pussy.

“Shh, just watch,” Kaylee whispered in her ear, her voice taking on a sultry tone as she played with her captive.  She let go of her face, and when Pauline made no move to look away, she grabbed her boob, toying with her nipple.  Soon Pauline was moaning in pleasure even while her friend bleated into her strong gag in pain as Mick abused her ass.

Fionna thought Mick finally might be done with her punishment when the relentless rain of blows subsided.  She looked back, and to her horror the thief was pulling his belt off.  She shook her head, trying to plead through her gag.  

His hand had been painful, but with the first crack of the belt across her ass, Fionna thought she might die from pain.  There was a hot red stripe of pure agony across her ass felt like it was on fire.  Before the initial shock had subsided her struck her again, crisscrossing the initial blow.  Fionna wasn’t able to stay on her toes anymore as he hit her a third time, even the pain from her arms being yanked upward behind her was inconsequential compared to the pain on her ass.

“Four,” Kaylee said, two fingers plunged deep into Pauline’s pussy.  She’d been counting the strikes, and with each subsequent strike she pushed Pauline closer and closer to an orgasm.  Pauline fought to ignore the pleasure assailing her as her captor toyed with her vagina and tits, feeling guilty about feeling so much pleasure while her best friend was in so much obvious pain.

“Five,” Kaylee said, adding a third finger, her thumb rolling over Pauline’s swollen clitoris.

The belt struck the back of Fionna’s thighs, her tight costume offering almost no protection as Mick sought a mark that wasn’t already crisscrossed with red, angry welts.

“Seven.”  Pauline dropped her head, unable to watch anymore, only to have Kaylee grab her chin and once more force her to look.

“Eight,” Kaylee said, switching hands.  Pauline could smell her arousal all over Kaylee’s gloved fingers.  

Fionna had lost track of the number of times she’d been struck, but she was sure it must have been dozens.

“Ten,” Kaylee said.  Pauline’s thighs clenched and her eyes rolled back as she came, hard, screaming into her gag.  At the same time, the tenth stroke pushed Fionna past her pain threshold, and she blacked out, hanging limply in her strapado.  

Mick slipped his belt back on before lifting Batgirl off of the tie down holding her up, and dropping her onto the floor with a thud.

Pauline panted through her nose, horrified at what she’d just done.  She didn’t get too long to reflect as Kaylee spun her around and stopped down, throwing the stunned girl over her shoulder and carrying her off.  Mick grabbed the bag of stolen jewelry and bundled up the unconscious Fionna in the other arm and followed Kaylee to their safe house.

Pauline’s cape fell over her head as she was toted off, leaving her with a very limited view of the back of Kaylee’s toned legs and her very from ass.  She had tried to pay attention to where she was taken, but it was hard to concentrate with Kaylee playing with her ass, tugging on the pearl necklace still stuffed up her butt and squeezing her cheeks.  She was aware that she had been taken inside somewhere, and down a flight of stairs, before being unceremoniously dumped onto the floor.  She rolled around, trying to loosen her cape, which had gotten wrapped around her head, obscuring her vision.  When she finally shook it off and was able to see, she gasped into her gag.

“Welcome to our playroom,” Kaylee said, standing proudly at the center of the room.  The room was crowded with various pieces of furniture that varied from BDSM fetish equipment to things that looked like they came straight out of a medieval torture chamber.  Fionna, still unconscious, was dumped on the floor next to her as it began to sink in that the two of them were now in a dungeon.

Mick set the bag of jewelry in the corner and turned his full attention back to the two costumed girls.  “Well, Super Tits, Kaylee’s been hogging you all to herself, but while your friend is sleeping, let’s get to know each other.”

Pauline shook her head, whining into her gag as he pulled her to her feet.  He untied her wrists, but she barely had time to rub the chafed skin before he yanked her arms behind her again and forced her into a leather armbinder.  He pulled it up her arms until her elbows touched, ripping her cape off so he could fasten it across her shoulders.

“Let’s see if you suck cock as well as your friend.”  He pulled the knotted cloth out of her mouth, and she was finally allowed to spit out her thong.  It landed with a wet plop at her feet.

“Please, let us go,” she pleaded.

Mick looked surprised.  “Well, since you asked nicely.”

Pauline’s eyes lit up.  “Really?”

“No, stupid.  This is why we have to keep you dumb sluts gagged.  Now open wide.”

Her jaw dropped, more out of shock than following orders, and he crammed a ring gag between her teeth, buckling it cruelly tight behind her head, the leather straps digging painfully into her cheeks.  She grunted in pain, and immediately a line of drool escaped her wide-open mouth, dribbling down her chin.

“Much better,” he said as she garbled incoherent nonsense.  He pushed her to her knees, already unfastening his belt again.  His semi erect cock flopped out of his black pants, swinging in front of Pauline’s face.  He slapped her across the face a few times with it, his member growing harder with each strike, and then he rammed his dick into her open mouth.  She gagged as it hit the back of her throat.

“That’s what a little whore’s mouth like yours is for,” he said, his balls slapping against her drool slick chin as he pounded into her mouth.

After a minute of being mortified she’d vomit and choke to death, she got a rhythm down and was able to get her gag reflex under control and deep throat him.  He continued to rape her mouth for what felt like forever before he finally pulled out of her mouth, ejaculating on her face and tits.

“Just in time,” Kaylee said.  Pauline spun her head around, having momentarily forgotten her female captor.

Kaylee had slipped back upstairs and changed.  Her black cat suit had been replaced with a black PVC corset and thong, and staggering 5-inch heels.  From where she was on her knees, Pauline found the shorter girl even more intimidating with the extra height.  She was no longer wearing the mask, and she was really quite beautiful, with her high cheekbones and perfect nose.  On her head she wore a black peaked dominatrix hat over her jet-black hair tied back in a tight ponytail.  She smacked the riding crop she was carrying against her bare thigh with a loud crack.

“I like to play dress up too,” she said, a cruel smile lighting her full lips, now painted blood red.

Pauline whined through her gag, drool and cum running down her face and onto her breasts.  She wasn’t even trying to form words, just guttural sounds of protest.  

Kaylee strode across the room to Pauline, standing over the pitiful girl.  She ran the crop over Pauline’s breasts, then lifting the tip to her mouth, licking the concoction of cum and saliva off of the tip.  “Lick my boots.”

Pauline didn’t comply fast enough, and even as she was trying to lean over without falling on her face, Kaylee brought the crop down on Pauline’s ass.  The girl yelped and spread her legs apart for balance as she leaned over, her tongue stretched out through the ring gag to meet Kaylee’s boots.  She ran her tongue over first one boot and then the other.

“That’s enough,” Kaylee said, tapping Pauline’s ass with the crop to get her to stop.

Mick, meanwhile, had picked up Fionna, who was starting to stir.  He carried her to a Saint Andrew’s cross and began strapping her in.  With her secured, he tore the hole in her costume over her ass wider, exposing her pussy with its soft triangle of red hair positioned invitingly above it.  

She blinked against the light as her eyes opened.  She looked around trying to orient herself, moaning into her gag.  Mick unwound the tape gag and plucked the dirty rag from between her lips.  She worked her sore jaw, but before she had a chance to speak, Mick was shoving a 3-inch red ball gag into her mouth. She grunted in shock and pain, sure her jaw was going to break as Mick pushed on the silicon ball.  Finally, it popped past her teeth and sat firmly in her mouth.  The straps were almost unnecessary; Fionna doubted she’d be able to push the ball back out past her teeth with her tongue.

"You’ve already gotten to cum twice, Super Slut, and Bat Bitch hasn’t gotten to cum at all.  That hardly seems fair.”

Pauline looked from Kaylee to Fionna and back again.  “Go on, help her out.”

Pauline shook her head, trying to say that she couldn’t do that to her best friend.

“If you don’t want to go over there and eat her out, I can think of plenty of other things to do with that pretty little pussy.”

Pauline sobbed but she began to shuffle across the floor on her knees to where her friend was suspended on the cross.  Fionna looked down at her, garbling a question through her gag at what she was doing.  She shrieked in surprise as Pauline leaned in and pressed her gaping mouth over Fionna’s pussy.  She tried not to think about what she was doing as she flicked her tongue out, running it through her friend’s slit.

Fionna pulled against her bonds, unable to believe what Pauline was trying to do to her.  There was no give in her restraints, and she shuddered in involuntary pleasure as Pauline’s soft lips caressed her outer folds and her hot, wet tongue snaked into her.

Pauline was starting to get into it as Fionna’s body started to respond to her attentions.  She gave a startled yelp when she felt something pressing against her own sex, pulling up.  Kaylee was crouched behind her, teasing her with a dildo.  She pushed Pauline’s head back into her Fionna’s crotch, pressed the dildo into Pauline.  The smooth toy slid in and out of her as she flicked her tongue in and out of Fionna.  She gasped as she felt the toy begin to vibrate.  Just as she’d gotten adjusted to the phallus buzzing away inside her, Kaylee began to pull the pearl necklace from her ass.  She plucked each bead out with agonizing slowness, making concentrating on her task nearly impossible for Pauline.  Plus, she was hampered by the ring gag fastened in her mouth and the arm binder, forcing the relatively inexperienced girl to rely almost solely on tongue.  

Fionna was becoming a more and more willing participant with each second, rolling her hips in an involuntary attempt to grind herself against her friend’s face as she was brought closer and closer to climax.

Kaylee switched the vibrator up a notch as she neared the end of the pearl necklace.  Pauline moaned in pleasure, invigorating her efforts on Fionna, who in turn moaned behind her ball gag.  As the last pearl was pulled out of her ass, Pauline pressed her face into Fionna’s pussy, screaming as she orgasmed.  The vibrations of the scream pushed Fionna over the edge, and the redhead came a second later.  

Kaylee pulled Pauline from Fionna’s pussy.  She was a mess, her neck and breasts glistening with her friend’s cum mixing with Mick’s jizz and her drool, soaking the tattered remains of her Supergirl costume.  “Not too bad.  Now that you’ve had some practice, now it’s my turn.”  Kaylee shimmied out of her skimpy thong, tapping the riding crop against her thigh.



Jerome Davis was walking to his job at the local news station, sipping a cup of coffee.  It was Halloween, and that meant all the crazies would be out in force.  It was a great day for news.  As he approached the station, a white van peeled out from the front of the building.  It’s starting early, he thought, as the van blew through a stop sign and took a left turn out of sight.  He looked back down towards his building, squinting as he saw two shapes out in front of the building.  He looked back at where the van had driven off, and then broke into a light jog.

He stopped short as he got close enough to make out what the objects were.  They were people.  He started towards them again, slower and more cautiously this time.  

Lying on the sidewalk in front of the news station were two girls, dressed as super heroines.  It took Jerome a second to figure out that they were supposed to be Batgirl and Supergirl, because the costumes, or what was left of them, were in tatters.  

The blonde was only wearing the signature red boots and a blue tank top that was ripped down the front, leaving her breasts hanging out.  Black electrical tape obscured her nipples, and on closer inspection he could see that something was taped over her nipples.  A rope was pulled tightly between her legs and wrapped around her waist.

Batgirl was wearing slightly more, but like her partner, her breasts, ass and pussy were on full display.  A strip of duct tape was plastered over her vagina, and there was a strip over each of her nipples.  

Jerome could hear a faint buzzing sound as he got closer.  The tape and rope seemed to be holding vibrators in both girls’ asses and pussies and on their nipples.  

At first he worried they might be dead, but he could see both girls’ breasts rising and falling as they breathed.  Supergirl’s breathing quickened as Jerome got closer, and she clenched her thighs together, moaning weakly.  A spurt of wetness gushed out of her pussy around the rope bisecting her lower lips.  Jerome realized that she’d just orgasmed.  Both girls’ thighs were glistening with their juices in the early morning light.  Hell, they were both covered from head to toe in cum.

Carefully, he nudged Batgirl’s leg with his foot.  The girl moaned, her mouth opening and a line of drool spilling down her cheek as her tongue lolled out of her mouth.  Her eyes blinked open lazily.  

“Hey, are you alright?” he asked, snapping his fingers.  Her eyes drifted around in his direction, unfocused, before closing again.  She moaned, letting out a weak scream as she came.

“Jesus H Christ,” Jerome breathed.  He pulled out his phone and started dialing 911.  He paused before completing the call, and then slipped the phone back into his pocket.  He instead fished around for his keys, and went inside the building to grab the news camera.  Super Heroines Defeated, he thought.  That’s the kind of tagline on a story that might get him promoted to anchor.