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Wanted to comment on this well written story. I like that you are taking your time and that there are plenty of surprises and twists along the way!

I also really like that, while there is sexual or fetish content, you keep it all within the context of the story.

Character development and writing 'in character' is excellent, as is the banter between the three sisters.

My only complaint so far is that you removed Batgirl's costume too soon and too quickly, but as it fit well into the context of the story this is a very minor thing.

dravatar wrote:
My only complaint so far is that you removed Batgirl's costume too soon and too quickly, but as it fit well into the context of the story this is a very minor thing.

Thanks for taking the time to post dravatar, and thanks too for both the compliments and the constructive feedback - as I'd waited until Part 18 I was actually a little concerned I hadn't removed it soon enough for people's tastes, so its reassuring to know some people feel the opposite! It seems a little dense of me with hindsight but I didn't really think of the costume removal as an opportunity for sensuality from the sisters (it obviously was!) I came at it as they were keen to get at the body beneath so didn't really dwell on that strip, I wanted to show them as if they were brutal and animalistic in the way they treated her, stripping her body quickly as she lay helpless to stop them, so looking back you are probably right - a chance missed there.

Big thanks to Batgirl1969, Sgz6, Vampiv, Visitor, blx,tmon and all other posters, I appreciate ALL opinions, good and bad, I am just grateful that people have taken time out to read it, so please keep your comments and opinions coming either here or by pm, glad its being so well received.
Cheers all, be Monday/Tuesday for next update.

You must finish please!!

Tallyho, this one is a gem.

Part 21

Batgirl has been cruelly sexually molested by the sisters, but their vile pleasure is interrupted as Wonder Woman comes to...


Wonder Woman could hear the radio in the background being occasionally drowned out by groans , muted screams and callous laughter, as she slowly opened her eyes. She was shrewd enough not to rush into anything until she understood fully what she was up against. But the cries of pain were calling her, drawing her like a distant army to march to the sound of the guns. She had to fight her instincts , control her emotions. As her eyes swam into focus her first sight was of her own knees, dangling  in mid air, suspended over the metal grille that had proved her undoing. As she recalled her own electrocution she shuddered slightly at her narrow escape. As she moved her eyes upwards, she became aware that she was handcuffed, suspended by her wrists, her legs bent beneath her. She could see the feet of the two older sisters, one apparently on all fours beneath the conveyor belt, the other standing over what appeared to be a naked body that could only be Batgirl, though Wonder Woman couldn't see her head. The older Grace sister's body obscured the hips and mid section but it was obvious from the arm movements and the groans and moans that Charity was molesting the young heroine intimately. Wonder Woman gritted her teeth , her jaw grimly set. She raised her head slightly and could see Hope on the far side of the conveyor. As she drew her legs up beneath her to again support her weight, she realized to her pleasant surprise that the cuffs were merely looped over the hoist hook and not secured. She waited a second or two, freezing when Faith rose from the floor, but then merely had to stand upright and unhook the cuffs from the crate hoist to be free. It was at this point that Hope , who had been watching her movements, finally raised the alarm.

"Oh shit! She's loose! DAMMIT Hope, why didn't ya say?" cried Faith as she looked around frantically for her baseball bat.

"One...two..." started Hope dutifully.

"Forget that shit! Just talk!" Screamed Charity as she threw a loose punch at Wonder Woman, which she easily swayed back to avoid.

"But Faith said-" Hope began.

"Forget what I said! Jesus, Hope have a little sense. Why couldn't I have had a little brother?" Faith mumbled beneath her breath.
Charity was trading ineffectual punches with Wonder Woman, who was still swaying and dodging as she tried to break the cuffs. To her surprise, she was having difficulty. The titanium and tungsten alloy developed by Bruce Wayne Industries was proving much tougher to break than she had anticipated. She could feel the links gradually give but it was taking all her strength and concentration; it would still be several moments before she could break them. After evading Charity's fifth swing, she brought both her hands up, fingers laced together , beneath Charity's chin.

The blow sent the older Grace reeling back , landing against the conveyor. As Faith had located her bat, on the workbench , she spotted the socket for the electrified grille and for a brief second toyed with the idea of switching it back on, even with her sisters still on it. Reluctantly, she admitted to herself she would probably miss them. Even Hope. She turned and ran back to Charity' s aid.
Hope was still on the other side of the belt staring up, mouthing silently, before she seemed to give up. " I forgot which stuff you said I should forget Faith?Is it the counting bit, or the forgetting the counting bit, so I should still count?"

"Oh, Jesus! Just find something to hit this bitch with! How the hell did she get off the hook without making a noise?" Faith shouted.

"She just kinda stood up and looped her arms off..." Hope offered.

"What? Didn't you haul her back up after we put her on the hoist? Charity said accusingly to Faith.

"Oh, so now its my fault?! You were there, you coulda put her back up too!" Faith retorted as in a hitter's stance, she swung at and missed the Amazon.

All the while as she bobbed and weaved Wonder Woman was desperately trying to break the Batcuffs. She dodged a second swing that prompted Hope to chirp excitedly -

" Hey , one more and your out Faith!"

Faith half turned , glaring at her sister over her shoulder. As she turned back to face Wonder Woman two clenched fists met her, sending her back to land on Charity just as she was rising.

"Again! For Chrissakes! Find another goddamned landing spot!" Charity declared indignantly.

"Screw this!" Faith said as she scrabbled across her sister on all fours racing for the electric socket.

"Hope! Char!" she cried, warning of her intent and Charity duly rolled off the grille.

But this time Wonder Woman was way ahead of her.Still with her hands cuffed, she used her lightning reflexes to whip off her tiara and hurl it, frisbee style at the socket. With unerring accuracy, it sliced through the wire just below the plug just as Faith neared it, showering her in sparks. Like a boomerang the tiara spun back to its owner.

"Shit!" Faith uttered as she turned back towards Wonder Woman.  Charity, finally rising, had found the business end of her broken pitchfork, snapped when Batgirl broke the buzzsaw. She too advances on the Amazon, who is still straining at the cuffs. As Hope starts to clamber over Batgirl's body she brushes the girls wounded left knee, causing a stab of pain that returns the youthful hero to wakefulness with a scream that makes Hope jump slightly.

"Aaaaaargggh!" Batgirl cries as she comes to.

"Batgirl!" Wonder Woman cries in alarm , distracted by her concern for her ally. Faith swings at her right side as Charity stabs forward with the head of the pitchfork. With her mind elsewhere, torn between her efforts to break the Batcuffs and her fears for her fellow crimefighter, Wonder Woman is only just able to skip back on her toes,  avoiding both blows, before pitching Charity forward into Faith.
The two collided with Charity on top. "Not so funny when you're at the bottom, is it ?" She sneers.

Hope meanwhile, stopped astride Batgirl , grabs her by the throat and starts to choke her. Batgirl, her hands never fully secured by Faith grips Hope's wrists, but with the weight of the young sister on top of her, inflaming her injury, the weakened hero cannot get her off.

'"H-help me ! Wonder Woman!" She calls desperately to her fellow law agent. 

Wonder Woman headed for Hope who released her grip, leaving Batgirl gasping. Grabbing the dangling control block for the hoist in both hands, she drew it back towards herself before she hurled it, accidentally pressing on the down button of the hook as she did so. The hook dropped a few inches, harmlessly behind Wonder Woman's head, stopping as soon as Hope's finger pressure was released from the button. The control block swung like a pendulum straight for her face as Wonder Woman, still desperate to break the cuffs , again skipped back on her toes, swaying her head out of the way- straight into the heavy hook of the hoist. Wonder Woman staggered, stunned, as she doubled up so Faith swept 'Babe Faith' up to meet her, catching her where the jaw meets the neck. The blow slammed her head back into the hoist again, with a sickening jolt. But still the mighty Amazon refused to go down. She staggered back, passed the dangling hook , putting it between her and the sisters , grabbing the back of her head with her still cuffed hands to minimize the pain. Faith and Charity now realized they had the upper hand and took a breath, exchanging looks of satisfaction. As they advanced, the Amazon retreated, still nursing her head in her hands, disorientated and rocked by the surprise blows. Charity dropped the head of the pitchfork, grabbed the hook with both hands, heaved back then ran a few steps, before hurling it at the Amazon. But the rig in the ceiling ran on ratchets, the hoist designed to support the weight whilst workers pushed the lifted crates along the runners in the ceiling, a slow but practical method of moving the fruit crates alongside a busy sorting line of workers. Consequently, the runners only went forward three feet or so before the ratchets slowed them down. Wonder woman easily ducked out of the way as the hoist rig came to a stop. Faith swung at her from the right causing Wonder Woman to again move in front of the hoist. But as the momentum of the rig in the ceiling stopped suddenly due to the ratchets, the hook absorbs a momentum of its own. Now it swings forwards and up in an arc, a few feet behind and away from the Amazon . But what goes up must come down. As Wonder Woman, now recovering again, focussed on avoiding the baseball bat she was oblivious to the danger as the hook swings back towards her.

"Wonder Woman!" Batgirl cried out in alarm as Hope again chokes her, her hurt side limiting her strength and ability to resist. Wonder Woman, hearing the cry avoided the bat but was distracted at the crucial moment. The curving arc of the pendulum swing of the hook slammed it again into the back of Wonder Woman's head, and this time even she cannot stand against the blow.

"Ugh-Arrghh!" she cried as she staggered forwards a step, before falling to her knees, her eyes glazing as she pitched forward onto all fours . Charity looked down on her, hands on hips in triumph as Faith landed another cruel blow from the bat to the back of the Amazon. The blow would have fractured the spine of an ordinary woman, but Wonder Woman's superior physiology saved her. Instead she shot bolt upright in reaction, still on her knees , her handcuffed hands clenched to her breast as she finally lost her battle to stay conscious. She winced, grimacing, before her facial muscles finally relaxed. Even as the mighty warrior started to sway and tilt to her left, Faith followed up with a superfluous, brutal strike to her jaw. Only the Amazons falling body prevented a connection that would have broken her jaw and possibly killed her. Instead, a glancing blow spun her away to land unconscious and face down beside the belt.

Batgirl, aghast, landed a dual karate chop to Hope's ribs , before grabbing her right shoulder with both hands as she flung Hope off of her.
But again the wrench to her side took its toll and she winced, her head falling back in agony to the belt. Charity strolled over to her casually, carefully stepping over Wonder Woman's legs. Batgirl made a feeble attempt to rise to face her, but the older Grace cruelly backhanded her across the cheek, beating her back down. Stunned, Batgirl's limbs moved slowly and slightly for a moment, before her body stiffened and she too slumped into unconsciousness.

Charity stood triumphant, hands on hips looking from one helpless guardian of justice to the other. She smiled as she recognized Queen's 'We are the Champions' on the radio,

"Hmmmm." Mused Charity. " That went surprisingly well."

great story, I liked very much awaiting the next chapter

Part 22

Wonder Woman's rescue attempt has failed, thwarted by Batgirl's Batcuffs, bad luck and Faith's brutality. She has been knocked unconscious whilst Batgirl, debilitated by her injury, has also suffered the same fate. But now it seems their true suffering has only just begun...

"Phew! She's one tough broad." Faith commented looking down at the slumped and defeated form of the once mighty Amazon, lying where she fell, face down beside the conveyor belt. Batgirl lay helpless in her bra and panties, her feet already bound to each other beneath the belt.

"Hope, gather up the Bat stuff and put it in the pail" Charity commanded, hands on her shapely hips.

"It has a name ya know!" Said Hope, petulantly.

'It does in your mad little head sweetie," sighed Charity,"but it'll be a cold day in hell before I use it. Faith, finish up tying Batgirl's hands. I'm gonna grab a beer from the house. Anyone else?"

"I surely do, Char, its thirsty work whupping heroes!" said Faith with a grin.

"I'll ...have...a...." Hope rolls her eyes slowly from left to right, trying to choose, " a....vodka martin, shaken not stirred."

"Beer." Said Charity, heading for the door.

"Hey, no! I wanted a shaken stirred thing , like that guy who saves the world drinks!" Hope said with anguish.

Charity sighed. "Hope....that's just British talk for a beer, cos that James Bond is a secret agent , he uses special secret talk." She looked at Faiths bemused face and just mouthed 'It's easier.'

"Oh...well...cool then. I'll have a secret beer." Said Hope happily.

Charity left, as Faith bound Batgirl with the rest of the Golden Lasso, looping it around both wrists then beneath the belt, finally tying it to itself. Batgirl was now bound, legs spread and pulled apart, her hands lashed to each other at the edge of the belt on either side of  her hips, the rope looped beneath the belt. Any movement with one limb, pulled its counterpart and Faith had left little slack. As she worked on the champion of justice, Hope gathered the scattered contents of the Batbelts, singing softly to herself :

"Day's never finished,
Masters got me workin' ,
One day maybe set me free"

The radio started a new track, and Hope, lost in her own little world, sang along, swinging Buckety, collecting the Batsmoke and Batflash bombs from between the grille.

Charity returned and tossed a bottle to Faith, thought about tossing one to Hope, realised the likely outcome, and strolled over to hand it to her sister, drawing a swig from her own. "We good?" She asked the room. Her sisters nodded.

"Well then, like the man said..." She nodded towards the radio, now playing an Eminem number. "Let's get down to business."
She set down her beer after taking a last draught, but not swallowing, before walking over to the motionless body of Wonder Woman. She swilled the beer around her mouth before contemptuously spitting half of it out onto the Amazon's bare shoulder blades, then swallowing the rest. Wonder Woman doesn't move.

"Guess she's still out then. Give us a hand, Faith. She couldn't break them Batcuffs, we'll leave her in them. Let's put her back where she belongs." Together the sisters manhandled the impotent heroine back up onto the hoist. This time pressing and holding the button to haul her upright as the hook moved up towards the ceiling.

  Wonder Woman dangled pathetically, her head slumped, her chin on her chest, eyes closed, face framed by her rich, dark hair, the raven locks cascading passed her cheeks to fall, sensuously onto the exposed top of her bare chest. Her feet, free of the floor, move slightly  as the whole of her body turns slowly on the hoist. Charity reaches behind her head, yanking it back by the hair. Her face turns skyward, mouth hanging open, eyes closed and unresponsive. Charity shakes the head by the hair before tilting the head forward, towards her own. The famously glossed lips hang parted , open just a few inches from Charity's own, soft, weak sighs of breath slipping through them are the only sign that she is still alive. Charity angles the head back slightly, forcing the lips to open further, before she brutally kisses her, forcing her tongue deep into Wonder Woman's mouth, harshly pushing and exploring in a crude oral rape. As her lips leave the Amazon she bites forcefully down on the bottom lip , pulling it towards her as she moves away, stretching it taut, before finally releasing it , causing it to snap back into position.

"Faith, go fix that combine in the other barn, I'm gonna slice this fucked hero right now!"

"Whoa! Wait on Char!'Faith, fix the buzzsaw; Faith, fix the conveyor belt; now Faith fix a fucking combine'???!!! No way!  I've earned a little fun and this beer a lot more than she has." she dipped her bottle towards Hope.

Hope looked bemused. When she spoke it was in what might have been her version of an English accent. "Oh no, my Dear Faith. You are mistaken, for I am not drinking a beer, here in my hand" she smirked superciliously as she raised the bottle. " For what I have here is but a secret British stirred shook thing, for secret British people..."

"Oh fucking hell. You see what you started?" Faith scorned her eldest sister. "Hope, its just a goddamned beer".

"To you....perhaps. But to those of us who know secret spy talk, it is a shaken, stirred drink named Martin"

"Martini. It's fucking Martini! And that ain't one anyway,  that is just a freaking beer! Jesus! Why couldn't I have had a brother? Some hunky guy like that one off 'Justified'. Now he could cuff me to a bed any day." Faith looked to the heavens in frustration.

"Tim Olyphant? He's a hunk but you don't want him to be your brother, that means you couldn't get it on unless you are rednecks. You want his best bud as your bro, not him" Charity pointed out.

Hope looked confused and slightly terrified "I don't want the Elephant Man as a brother! "

"It's Olyphant, Hope, Olyphant. That's his name. And trust me, he ain't ugly. You are right Char , we need his pal for a bro, so we can still bed him. But most of his pals are gross. How about James Caan in that Vegas show?"

"He's like 80! We can't have him as a little brother instead of her" Charity gestures at Hope.

"I don't want any little brothers, big or old or Elephants." Hope says nervously.

"Yeah, Tim Olyphant....I could really get it on with him...." Faith says dreamily.

"Oh yeah?" Charity sneered, " and why would Tim take you, when he can have this? " she flicked her wrist to sweep up and down her own body. "Sweetest T' an' A he'll find in this room." Said Charity with a voice daring argument.

"T and A..." Hope says quietly. "TandA...oh, oh you could be the Panda with the TandA!" helpfully pointing out her sister's two swollen black eyes.

"Why you little....!" Charity lunged at her , but one of Hope's few advantages was the speed of youth, easily out running her to run and hide behind Faith.

"Char..CHAR! Calm down...we will share Tim Olyphant ok ? You can have him Tuesdays through Thursdays, an' I'll have him at weekends" Faith tried to placate her.

"What the hell kinda dates can we go on Tuesday to Thursday? Oh no, he's with me at- wait, what the hell are we doin'? Hang on here. This is all hooey, neither of us are gonna get with Tim , we been hanging round her too long" Charity jerked her thumb in Hope's direction.

"Ok, let's focus here."Charity took command. "Hope, just drink your secret drink an' shut up, ok? You," she turned to Faith " drink your beer , we'll have our fun with Wonder Tits here, and her little Bat buddy, then you go get that combine working, ok?"

"Who the hell put you in charge? " Faith said aggressively.

"God." Charity answered emphatically.

"Fair enough." Faith knew her sisters moods and it wasn't time to make a John Wayne stand now.

"Hope, bring the pail." Charity demands of her younger sister. "You, get her awake" she directs Faith to Wonder Woman. "Hope wake that pathetic excuse for a woman on the belt. Oh, for Chrissakes , I mean her, Batgirl, on the belt." she gestures with a palm. "I mean, Jesus, she's right there, huh?" after Hope just stared at her blankly.

Hope handed Charity the bucket then stood over Batgirl. Unsure how to go about waking her, she took a drink then lent close to her, dribbling the beer into her mouth. After a few seconds Batgirl gagged and coughed , spluttering to wakefulness, her hands in reflex reaction try to rise to her face but are restrained by the lasso. The golden lasso is an instrument of truth and as such exerts its power most strongly when wrapped around the heart of the person. At the periphery of the person, such as the hands and wrists its effects are lessened, hence it did not affect Wonder Woman as she gathered its loops around her hand before use. Now at Batgirls extremities, she could feel it as a strange sensation, sapping her will. Her movements were lessened by its effects but she could still writhe and twist in her bondage. She didn't understand the strange feelings the rope induced, but she tried with all her might to resist them.

Hope smiled as Batgirl frowned and grimaced below her, desperately moving her head from side to side. Hope suddenly held Batgirl's chin, extended her own tongue and licked the spilled beer from around Batgirl's mouth, relishing the task as the Guardian of Gotham squirmed at her touch and the injustice she was suffering. Hope continued to lick all around her lips, like a dog after chocolate, extending her advances to Batgirls jaw line , rolling her tongue up towards the ear hidden beneath the cowl , licking around the base of it, around the hairline, before moving down the tendons of her neck, now no longer lapping like a dog but with the tongue permanently extended, a soft, wet, warm assault that Batgirl is powerless to resist. Finally she pulled back, before frowning as she looked down at Batgirl's chest. She set down her beer alongside the law enforcers' head, slid her palms down the bare shoulders, down to the black silk cups of her strapless bra. Sinking her fingers into the soft warm mounds as Batgirls anxious breathing made her spectacular breasts rise and fall faster and faster as Hopes hands explored her helpless body. Hope curled her hands around the top rim of the cups, her fingers sliding inside between the nipple and the black silk. She suddenly yanked them down to a hopeless, gasped "No!" from a wide eyed Batgirl, her beautiful breasts now exposed for all the world to see. But Hope was childishly excited as her suspicions are confirmed by the evidence.

"CHAR! FAITH! You gotta come see this! Quick!" cried the younger sister as Batgirl, powerless and exposed, began flinging her head from side to side, a last pointless 'no' gesture, knowing the sisters will ignore her, knowing that for all her training , her martial arts skills, her gadgets, her bravery, her determination and courage, for all that, she is little more than a helpless victim in their power.

Charity came over , sighing as she sexily strolled toe to heel, her ass cheeks rolling evocatively as she sauntered over. As she looked down at the helpless squirming body of the young crimefighter, she ran a finger up the back of Batgirl's right arm, then froze as she spotted what Hope had seen.

"Well!" said Charity, noticing the tiny scratch marks on the breasts and bite marks around the nipples that she and her sisters had inflicted just the day before. But due to the power of Wonder Woman's lasso, used on them at the last encounter to make them forget their actions, none of the sisters remembered that they are the ones responsible. As Charity traced a finger over the tiny red half- moon wealds of the bites, she smiled down at her captive, as a desperately struggling, utterly humiliated, Batgirl finally looked up to make terrified eye contact with her bitter enemy.

"Oh, my, my, Batgirl....you have been a naughty little girl, haven't you? A naughty, dirty little girl...."

I really love your attention to detail. Makes for a worthwhile read.

the graces sisters is very lucky, managed to capture the wonder woman again. great chapter I look forward to reading the next

Part 23

Wonder Woman has been suspended by the Batcuffs from the fruit crate hoist by the sisters, whilst Batgirl has been revived, only to find the sisters leering over her half naked body.

"Look at you, you dirrrty little gal! You like it rough with your boyfriend, huh? Or maybe a girlfriend, hmmmm?" Charity crowed over her, her middle finger tracing the bite marks and scratches all over Batgirl's breasts.

Batgirl recoiled from her touch as much as she can, but tied down by the lasso of truth, her movements are limited.

But as Charity posed the rhetorical questions a strange sensation enveloped the young law agent, as the power of the lasso exerted itself.
Batgirl found herself forced to answer, the initial compunction surprising her.

"N-no..." she whispered, wide eyed beneath her cowl. Her mind raced with the confusion of her plight. She had thought it was the sisters who had somehow violated her previously, without her knowledge. But it seems the sisters too had no idea how she had been scarred. If not their doing...then who was responsible? And now, this ..this force making her speak.

  She realized it must be emanating from Wonder Woman's lasso, but that still left the unanswered question of who could have done such unspeakable things to her?

"Look at her squirm Char!  She can't do squat! Bet you love it really , hey Bat-Tits?" Faith taunted her.

Again the lasso forced an answer.

"N-n-No!...No, I...don't..." her faltering answer caused an outbreak of laughter from Faith.

Standing behind Charity, Faith ran her fingers up the inside of Batgirls bound right leg. Starting from the heel ,she goes up the Achilles tendon, stopping as she reached the bonds holding the young woman's legs apart. Tied to each other beneath the belt, any effort to close her legs pulled the opposite leg open wider. At the lasso, she moved around to the inner leg, slowly caressing up to the little round mountain of her ankle bone. There she circled her middle finger delicately around the base of the mound, around and around, faster and faster, like Sioux circling Custer, all the while watching Batgirl's pelvis as she twists and writhes , rolling her beautiful ass cheeks to left and then right, bracing her weight with her shoulders and lifting her butt off the belt completely as she tried to generate some slack in her bonds. To Faith, the flimsy silken panties with the small lace triangle at the front are like a black vault promising untold riches inside. And she will have her treasure. Round and round the ankle she goes, occasionally slipping down to move along the underside of her foot , up its length, across the underside of each toe, between the pad and the ball of the foot, until she slides around the ball to the arching curve of the instep, running all four fingers up that part of the foot before returning to the ankle mound. This time her thumb comes into play and all five fingers converge on the peak at once , from different directions, just the very tips of her fingers, just the edge of her nail and the very end of the pad themselves. Once at the top they group together as one before she again fans them out rapidly in all directions. All the while she watches the pelvis wriggle and twist at her touch as her sisters toy with Batgirls battered breasts. Next  she moves over the coils of the lasso, wrapped twice around her shin above the ankle. She digs her finger into Batgirl's flesh beneath the rope, testing its tightness. Then she spots the blood on Batgirl's left ankle where the buzzsaw cut her earlier. The thin red line isn't deep but it does run over the thin skin over the ankle bone, and as such is extremely sensitive and tender. It has started to crust and scab over, and the lightest touch prompts a loud scream from Batgirl, disproportionate to the scale of the injury.

"A-Aaaaaaagh!" cries the young law enforcer, to the delight of her captors.

Faith cruelly scratched at the scab, scraping off a few flakes of dried blood beneath her middle fingernail. Eyes on Batgirl, who through narrowed eyes and gritted teeth is staring malevolently at her, she runs the pad of her finger around her bottom lip , from corner to corner. Once, twice, three times before she returns to the middle, pauses then slips her fingertip inside, sucking off the blood with a loud "Mmmmm" of satisfaction, eyes closed in delight before looking up in thought at the ceiling, rolling her beautiful, bright, brown eyes from left to right as she sucks ostentatiously.

"It tastes like.....chicken." she mockedthe helpless heroine, to her sisters delight.

Then as the sisters knead and manipulate Batgirl's firm breasts, Faith continues on her mission. Returning to the right leg, she traces lazy swirls and patterns with her fingernails, along the soft, rounded, warm flesh at the back of her calf. Drawing the fingertips in together as if catching a spider, then splaying them out again, lazily making meaningless patterns but each time moving slowly, but inexorably, up the back of her leg, which was bucking and twisting as much as Batgirl could move it, the only defense she could mount against what she knew was coming.

"Mmmuhhh! Tuhh!" are the only sounds the young girl utters as she recoils at the sisters touch, trying desperately in vain to pull free of the magic lasso. It is a brave but doomed attempt, and she knows this herself, yet still, as the only course open to her, she feels she must try, and keep on trying until her last breath. Her heroism and bravery is cruelly mocked by the Grace girls with every touch , kiss, scratch and bite they inflict upon her proud breasts, all that now protects the beating heart of the helpless young champion of justice.

Grasping her right thigh above the knee, Faith finally holds the right leg still, pinned down beneath her grip. Weakened by her injury, her ordeal and the power of the lasso, Batgirl can struggle no more. As her ribs roar in pain when Hope leans against them, all strength finally leaves her. Her body slumps as she focusses all her efforts on just drawing in each painful breath as her ribcage heaves up and down with the effort of her exertions, each breath a new agony for her.

Sensing she is finally, utterly defeated, the sisters whoop with glee before renewing their torment of her.

"You like it rough, huh? You enjoy a bit of light bdsm, huh?" Charity taunts her.

Again the force of the lasso adds to her humiliation.

"N-n-no.....no...I-I don't enjoy this at all...." Batgirl utters in a quiet voice.

"Je-zusss! She must've had a bump on the head or somethin', she's like answering all the time. " Charity leans close to the cowled head and shouts "THEY ARE RHETORICAL QUESTIONS, DUMB ASS".

"Yeah, stupid Batgirl! Charity is being a robot again" Hope pipes up.

Batgirl , despite her situation , frowns , mystified, as the two older sisters roll their eyes to the heavens.

Faith again resumed her exploration of the young girl's body. Her fingertips claw and splay in a slow, endless cycle over and over again, brushing against the smooth warm skin at the back of the calf, moving ever upward. When they reached the softer, warmer flesh at the back of the knee, Faith stopped, the fingers of her right hand resting in the soft hollow as she gently ran the inner edge of her thumb against the outside of the knee. It's the caress of a lover. Only the cruel smile on her face betrayed that notion. After several strokes , she gripped the young girl's knee firmly, squeezing once, more to announce her presence over her sisters attentions than anything else. Then she slid her fingers, now together, and palm, now flat to the skin of the inner leg, up to the firmer flesh of her lower thigh. Keeping her eyes on Batgirl's groin, she slowly slid her hand up and then back down , a little way at first, then a little further up with each upward stroke. Down, then up, then up a little more, then right back down to the back of the knee. As her fingers slid higher around the back of the upper thigh, Batgirl's body reacted instinctively to protect her, with her left leg pulling inward, towards her right and the threatening hand. As Batgirl's inner thigh muscles sandwiched Faith's hand the criminal squealed with delight, then forced the legs apart, finally touching the gusset of Batgirl's panties as she slid her hand all the way up. She squeezed the right inner thigh, her knuckles forcing the left leg further apart, before sliding her hand out from between the legs, her fingertips tracking the rim of the right leg of the silk panties. Hooking the nail of her middle finger beneath the elasticated edge, she rolled the pad against the skin, forcing the leg opening up then slipping her fingers inside to claim her treasure.

"NO! " screamed Batgirl, then in a quieter whisper "oh...no...." as, through tears and gritted teeth, she braced herself for the torment to come.

more an awesome chapter so while waiting for the next

Well done. I am really enjoying their total ignorance of the lasso's power and look forward to someone (Hope?) figuring it out. I am also anticipating the clever ways they will deal with Wonder Woman as well, especially now that the batcuffs have been weakened. As my old gram used to say, absolutely wizard!

Part 24

Wonder Woman still hangs unconscious from the fruit crate hoist, whilst Batgirl endures the cruellest of fates at the hands of the Grace sisters.



As Faith's hand slipped under the opening of the right leg of Batgirl's silken briefs, the young Gothamite was under no illusions of the destination of those wayward fingertips. She swallowed hard, pursed her lips, locked her jaw with teeth gritted and closed her eyes , trying to shut out the torment. She felt the fingers rise, lifting her panties from her cleft, and waited grimly for the inevitable. But nothing happened. She waited, holding her breath behind her clamped lips, knowing the invasion of her body was imminent. But still nothing happened. As she waited tensed for her fate, she became aware that the other sisters were no longer touching her breasts. Still she waited, still nothing happened. Hardly daring to breathe, she knew it must be now. But nothing happened. Just silence. Still, nothing. Confused, she opened her eyes, wondering what was going on and knew instantly that she had been tricked as that was the moment Faith entered her. She had been waiting patiently all along for Batgirl to open her eyes and ease her set resistance. Their eyes locked, Faith's full of cruel amusement, Batgirl's full of pain, shock, disbelief and frustration at being deceived. As Faith ruthlessly rammed her four fingers deep inside her, into the outer labia right upto her knuckle, pressing down on the hero's mound with her thumb, her sharp fingernails scratching at Batgirl's inner labia and vaginal wall, Batgirl's eyes opened wide beneath her mask , her head rising from the belt, a scream breaking free as her mouth gaped wide in shock and disbelief at the violation.

"Nuh-NNNAAAAAAAAHHHH-AHHH-AAAH" as the scream faded, her mouth formed a silent 'O' as, her bottom lip quivering, she slumped in helpless, hopeless defeat, back upon the conveyor, her eyes filling with tears as her brave but token attempts at resistance were cruelly broken by deception.

"Gotcha!" Smiled Faith, as she kept her fingers together, rolling all four digits around inside her victim, enjoying the tightness, relishing the instinctive responses of Batgirl's vaginal muscles as they clamp and gripped her hand. Her thumb rubbed Batgirl's clitoris, before hooking beneath it towards the urethral opening, digging her thumbnail into the intimately sensitive flesh as all the while the  fingers rolled around deep inside her, always together, like a crude, erotic paddle. She relished the relative dryness, slowly getting ever more damp as her fingers writhed and rolled  inside Batgirl, now  powerless to stop her own body from responding naturally to the defilement.
Finally Faith pulled clear, holding up her wet fingers for inspection, sniffing her hand with amusement, she slowly sucked each finger in turn, right up to the knuckle , enjoying Batgirl's look of horrified revulsion.

"Hmmmmn," Faith smacked her lips as she removed her little finger last "now, this, this tastes of fish!" she laughed as Batgirl turned her head away in impotent disgust.

Charity brushed the back of her right index finger down Batgirl's  cheek, delighted as the captive heroine tried to pull away.

"Awwww, wassa matter, hmm? " she addressed her victim in a babyish voice.

Again the lasso forced an answer from the lips of the beaten heroine.

"I....I've...been...defeated....beaten ...injured my side...in ...pain..captured....bound...helpless..hopes of rescue...dashed...and now...molested...violated...intimately...that is the matter" she finished, swallowing back tears of emotion, distraught at the effect of the lasso.

"Jeez, I didn't ask for your life story!" Mocked Charity. "You still like fighting crime, huh? Don't you think you shoulda taken the homemaker option instead?"

"I will...always...fight ...to...uphold...the law. No, I do...not...think...I should have...been a homemaker."

"Well...that's fucking odd?" Charity addressed Faith, frowning. "What gives?"

Faith shrugged, pulling a face. "Like I said before, her heads gone. Must've been that backhander you gave her. She's like flipped, answering everything. You a virgin, Bat-Tits?" Faith addressed her directly.

"No..."

"You got a rabbit ? Or a dolphin?" Faith asked her mischievously.

"I...I...own...both..." Batgirl was horrified by the frankness of her own responses.

"I like rabbits" said Hope brightly, looking up from texting on a cell phone.

"Ain't that kind of rabbit, sweetie." Faith sniggered . "It's a toy." She sniggered again "What a dirty little slut you are." she addressed Gotham's defender.

"I like dolphins too." Hope went on."I used to like elephants, until earlier, when I found out they rape guys moms." Hope continued as she put the cellphone away.

"I think she's got brain damage or somethin'. " Charity said of Batgirl.

"Really? Now you noticed?" Faith jokingly gestured at Hope. Charity ignored her, before continuing.

"Kinda freaks me out." She stepped away , frowning. "But where are our manners? We've been neglecting our other guest." All three sisters turned to Wonder Woman.

"Let's see what Batgirl's gadgets do to a real, live, Amazon. Though maybe not a live one for much longer." The older sister smiled.

"Hope, fetch them goodies. We're gonna -" she paused as she listened to the song appropriately playing on the radio in the background- "like the song says, 'have some good times tonight!' "

"Let's celebrate! It's alright!" Hope sang along, clapping, somewhat ruining the moment. 

Charity sighed, moving over to rest her ass against the work bench, leaning, legs crossed at her ankles.

"You. Bucket. Here. Now." she barked, pointing to her feet to indicate Hope should join her.
Faith joined her on her left, as Hope duly trotted over to lean on her right. She shook her bucket and offered it to Charity.

"Let's see what wonderful toys Batgirl brought for us , hmm?" Charity crowed.

"Oh ! Oh! If there's a rabbit, can I have him?' Hope asked expectantly.

Charity looked skywards, before speaking very slowly to her sister. "Hope....you FILLED the bucket...."

"Yea-ah.....I don't see where you are going with this....?" Hope said quizzically.

"Did you see any rabbits?" Charity ventured.

"No....but they coulda been hiding" Hope  said flatly.

Faith sensed her older sisters rage building. "Char...keep calm, deep breaths, let's do this , huh?"

Charity nodded, reaching into the bucket whilst she looked away. Her hands scrabbled around before pulling out a small spray can with "Bat-Wake" written on it.

"Shit. That ain't no good."

"Whatchya get , Char?" asked Faith, taking a swig of beer.

"Useless." Charity slammed it into Faiths hand.

"Never know. Might come in handy some day. Hey , 'spose I'd better put it in my belt huh?" Faith turned behind her, got the other Batbelt and looped it around her slender waist, before popping the spray into one of the pouches.

"It ain't fair..."said Hope petulantly. "You guys got them belts with the gadgets. I ain't got one....Oh, can I have her one?" She pointed at Wonder Woman. "'Cos it's shiny, an' its gold, an' its smart, an' its nice?"

"Sure." Said Charity. "Why not?" She turned to Faith. "It's ok, it's  not like these , " she patted the Batbelts " it's harmless, it don't do anything." Turning back to Hope  "Knock yourself out, sis. Oh shit no! Just, just go get the belt, o.k.?"

Delighted, Hope sashayed over to Wonder Woman, clapping excitedly, " It's gold, an' its shiny, an' its mine, all mine!" she sang a lttle mantra to herself as she went to remove the Amazon's belt.

Excellent continuation.

these grace sisters are very lucky until they unwittingly do the right thing to win the heroines

It depends upon which version of Wonder Woman's powers is being used by Tallyho. Still I like how this is going as Batgirl is being tormented with no hope for escape.

I'm waiting to see what's next on the Bucket list for Wonder Woman.

Part 25

After tormenting and molesting Batgirl, the sisters turn their attention to the mighty Amazon, with Hope setting her sights on the golden belt of the Paradise Island princess....


Wonder Woman could sense someone approach, and as she gradually came back to consciousness footsteps became audible over the background noise of the radio, coming nearer, together with a childlike, sing-song voice.

"I'm gonna get ya be-elt! I'm gonna get ya be-elt!"

The impact of the words on her subconscious, and their dramatic implications, prompted the Amazon to rouse herself more urgently.
Even before she had fully reawakened, her head was rising, shaking her rebuke of the statement, a sentiment she started to enunciate.
"Uhhh....n..nuhhh.....nu..N-o, no. No, NO!" as she came fully to.

She realized she was still cuffed; remembering the difficulty she had had breaking them,  she looked desperately up at the hoist, assessing her situation, flexing her arms even as she did so. Her left arm, grazed by a bullet the day before during the first encounter with the sisters in the warehouse, started to sting . Though her Amazonian metabolism had largely healed the wound, it was still tender, and the strain of hanging by her arms had aggravated the minor injury. Ignoring the pain, she focussed on the task in hand. Breaking the Batcuffs. From her dangling position she could not get as much leverage as she had when she was still on her feet and able to stretch her arms apart. She knew she had significantly weakened the metal from her previous strenuous efforts, but now it was a race to break them finally, before Hope removed her belt and robbed her of her strength. But the young Grace sister was almost upon her. She swung her legs up at the advancing sister warding her off and buying precious seconds to work on the Batcuffs. She strained to break them, felt them give slightly but hold. Hope grabbed her by the left ankle and flicked her legs out of the way, advancing on Wonder Woman's exposed left side as her body spun around helplessly on the hoist. But again it bought valuable seconds for another attempt to break the metal. But again the specially strengthened links held, although again she had felt them give slightly. One more effort should do the trick.

But Hope was now at her side, grabbing her around the hips and turning her, so her back was fully facing Hope. In a last effort to buy more time, Wonder Woman bucked and writhed in her grip, much to Hope's delight, as she held her more firmly and pulled her body in close to her own, pressing her body into the Amazon's famous blue briefs. Writhing herself in synchronous motion with the swaying, twisting body of the Amazon, Hope smiled, eyes closed in pleasure.

As they pressed closely together, the taller Amazon's body hanging a few inches above the floor meant her ass was just above Hope's hips, at her navel, with Hope's breasts pressing into Wonder Woman's back, her cheek at the exposed shoulders of the law enforcer. Hope wrapped her arms around Wonder Woman's midriff, grasping her own left wrist with her right hand, forming a human belt as she squeezed and pulled the Princess closer, hugging her, relishing the warmth of Wonder Woman's soft skin at her cheek; she moans softly with the sensations, her shoulders rising smugly as she snuggled up to her captive. As Wonder Woman twisted and wriggled in her efforts to delay her belts' removal, her exertions meant that her heart beat faster, the strong pulses rippling out through her body, through her skin, the vibrations flowing through Hope's cheek pressed close to her left shoulder blade. Hope delighted in the sensation, the beating heart drumming a desperate, life or death tattoo from one body into her own through her cheeks, pulsing with an enhanced, urgent rhythm. She released her own wrist and slid her hands around the strong body, back over the front of the gold belt, following the curve around to the fastening at the back, hooking her thumbs in at the top of the belt as her hands met at the small of Wonder Woman's back.
"Just get it off, sis!" Faith shouted rummaging around in the pail for her draw of Batgirl's items to use on the defeated duo.
She pulled a small, purple handled Bat-penknife from the pail. It was a lock-knife type blade, with the handle and the extended steel forming the curved and serated wings of a bat. Like the British Commando knives of the second World War, Batgirl's blade was black, painted to prevent a tell-tale glint of moonlight giving away her position.

"Hey, Char! Look! It's like the one I threw at Daddy when he grounded me that time....Wow, this takes me back..." She flipped the blade once catching the handle in her palm, then mimed throwing it. "I ain't throwed one of these in ....what 15 years?"

"You hit anything vital , and I'll stick you with it." Charity hissed.

As Hope started to unclasp her belt , Wonder Woman made one last effort to rid herself of the troublesome cuffs. With fists clenched she dropped her head down, her chin at her fabulous chest, gritted her teeth, her facial muscles bulging as she set her jaw. An almost primeval, animalistic scream escaped from her tensed mouth, a grim look of concentration and determination on her beautiful face, a frown on her brow as she bellowed her rage and defiance as she raised her head to stare in ferocious anger at the titanium and tungsten that dared to try and imprison her. Her growl was low and raw, building in intensity and ferocity as her head rose and her muscles flexed.

"GggnnnnaaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" her cry startled Hope, who took half a step backwards before stepping forwards to resume unfastening the belt.

The power of her mystical artefact flowed through the feminine warrior, coursing through veins and tendons and muscle. She strained as she cried out , as she felt Hope start to unclasp the belt. She could feel the links of the Batcuffs give , ever so slightly , a little at first. Then she felt them give some more. She heard them creak, she felt them stretch, she heard the tortured metal groan as she felt them move fractionally apart. She felt them move again, until she finally felt them.... hold firm, as Hope whipped away her belt and her strength left her body like a wave leaving the shore. With her strength sapped and her body exhausted, she hung panting breathlessly with the effort, looking up in pained despair at the accursed Batcuffs, she again dropped her head to her chest, this time not in a determined posture but a desolate one, her mouth open with the bitter taste of abject defeat. Another second or two and she would have been free. But she had at least weakened them significantly. She was still a strong woman without her belt , after the decades of sports and training on a daily basis on Paradise Island. Though in despair now, she would rest a moment, gather her strength and try again. If she lived to get the chance - she looked up to the bitter sight of Hope parading around in her own gold belt, whilst behind her, gesturing for her sister to step aside, stood Faith Grace, casually flipping the BatKnife in her hand, preparing to throw it at her.

the thing are not working even for the heroines

Part 26

With Batgirl bound in the golden lasso and powerless to intervene, she can only watch in horror as the devices from her utility belts are to be misused by the sisters to torment Wonder Woman. To her despair, Faith is about to hurl one of her own Bat-knives at the Amazon.


"Haul ass, Hope! Outta the way! Let the dog see the rabbit! Or in this case, the fox see the chicken!" Faith shouted at her sister.
Hope parading like a fashion model in Wonder Woman's gold belt, struck a vogue pose. "Faith, we never kept no chickens on the farm".

"She means them , dumb ass" Charity gestured at the captured champions of the law.

Hope duly shuffled out of the way with a confused "Oh".

Faith continued to flip the blade, running the tip of her tongue along her lip-gloss covered lips as she smiled cruelly.

"Time to cut to the chase, huh?" she drew back her hand and hurled the blade.

Wonder Woman has been studying her carefully. Though her movements were limited, she could raise her legs, bringing her knees up to protect her stomach, and, possibly to deflect the blade depending upon the trajectory. But it was all about timing and anticipation. She waited until the last possible instant trying to second guess the moment Faith wouldl strike. She had trained her body and her reflexes to deflect bullets, and whilst this was with her feet and legs rather than her arms and wrists, the principal was the same. And the knife would be moving a lot more slowly than a speeding bullet. As Faith released the blade , she drew up her knees hoping to angle her legs. But Faiths' throw meant she never stood a chance. The blade flew high and wide catching the Amazon high on her right shoulder.
"Aaaaaaagh!" she screamed as the blade forced itself into her, before skittering off her collarbone. The fact she was suspended prevented it going in too deeply as the force of it striking her spun Wonder Woman's body back, away from the impact, dispersing the power to drive the blade home. It entered her body about three quarters of an inch, but missed anything vital, before being forced up after striking the bone. The blade flew off behind her, clattering to the floor. There was a dramatic spray of blood, which delighted the sisters. It was painful, but essentially a minor wound.

"Wonder Woman!" screamed Batgirl, fighting the subduing effects of the lasso to cry out in despair.

"What the hell was that?" asked Charity of her sister.

"Well , I never was very good at throwing knives." Faith said defensively.

"Not the throw, the 'cut to the chase' remark! That don't mean shit! It just makes no sense. Just 'cos it has the word 'cut' in it you figured you'd use it, huh? What chase? We already caught them, they ain't going anywhere. And since you mentioned it, I thought you were gonna go for her legs?"

"I did."

"Jesus! You must've missed them by... what, two, three feet? You almost hit her on the face! What the hell happened? You hit that cockroach on the beam by Daddy's head when we were kids. That must've been a twenty foot throw! This was only about ten"

"Christ, Char, who the hell can see a cockroach against dark wood twenty feet away, let alone hit one. I was aiming at Daddy. It was just a
fluke I hit the 'roach, is  all. I missed Dad."

"I miss mom and dad too. Still....at least now they've gone to a better place..." said Hope mournfully.

"Yeah...they bought the farm alright...." Faith said regretfully.

"You filthy no good scum! She's worth ten of you. A hundred! If you were to cut her down she'd give you such a drubbing! You cowards! How could you be so vile? I don't care if you are orphans , its no excuse for a life of crime and you indulging in this...this sick torture, these perverse games!" Batgirl cried defiantly, her adrenalin giving her the energy to overcome the lasso, less powerful as it was tied to her extremities.

"Orphans? We ain't orphans. Mom and Pop won the state lottery, upped sticks and moved to Tuscany. Bought a farm out there." said Faith.

"Lucky bastards." Charity said bitterly. "Never gave us squat out of the winnings. Couldn't get away quick enough. We came home one day and they'd gone, just left a stupid note. That was when we were all squashed into the crummy apartment, after the banks repossessed this place and sold it. Lousy folks just took off, never gave us a nickel."

"Well, you did try and kill dad quite a lot." said Hope. " And you burnt moms hair."

"Only twice, that ain't 'quite a lot'. Well three times if you count when I cut his brakes." Charity defended herself.

"Why'd ya hate him Char? He was good to us." Faith asked.

"He kept trying to ground me , said I was a black sheep. ME! Anyways, you tried to kill him too, like when you threw the knife." She said to Faith.

"Only 'cos you told me to. I was young and easily led. Thinking about it, its no wonder they left us really." Faith said philosophically.
"Anyway, she ain't badly hurt. " she gestured at the Amazon, face grimaced, head bowed, wincing in pain, a viscous, red trickle seeping from her wounded shoulder. The dark scarlet line ran warmly over the stretched curve of her exposed upper breast, slowly reaching the nipple, just peeping above her bustier top , where it gathered for a moment. When it can no longer resist gravity it flowed on, in a little crescent around the aureola before finally disappearing from view.

"Hope, you're up."

"Oh goody" Hope drew her selection and hurled something small and shiny up high in a parabolic arc to land on Batgirl. Of all places to hit her, it landed on her injured side. Helpless to stop whatever was being thrown at her, Batgirl saw the small object flip and spin , end over end, a flashing glint of metal catching the florescent light as it inexorably approached, before hitting her bruised side with a light tap that still made her gasp.

"What was that Hope?" Faith asked.

"I dunno, some little key things. I thought they might explode or somethin'."

"Hope, they were the handcuff keys! Where'd they go?" Charity asked.

"I dunno. Lost 'em in the air. That-a-way." Hope pointed towards the conveyor.

"Oh forget it. My draw...." Charity reached into the bucket.

Batgirl was desperately trying to work out what was left in the blue pail. She was mentally running over her inventory for both her belts. She had used several thunderflash Batbombs and a few smoke bombs the day before at the warehouse. She carried 10 of the flash bombs in each belt , and 5 smoke bombs; so that left some 15 or 16 flash bombs , 8 or 9 smoke. She might be able to use an exploding smoke bomb to her advantage, as it would give her a few precious seconds unobserved by the sisters. She had palmed the keys to the cuffs after they had hit her, perhaps she could use the smoke to throw them to the Amazon, then-then- oh, who was she kidding? With her hands tied down at her sides she had no leverage. She had moved her torso to let the keys slide down to her side, landing by her hand and been able to reach them, but she knew she stood virtually no chance of throwing them high enough and accurately enough to allow an unsuspecting Wonder Woman to catch them. Especially as she would be in smoke too. It was a fantasy. Born of desperation. What else was in her belt? Another knife , of course, that was a real worry, two fingerprint kits, harmless. Bat-sleep , and the antidote, Bat-wake, the former dangerous in the wrong hands of course but not obviously harmful in these circumstances, walkie-talkies, again harmless. A few electronic bugs, no problem. A couple of signalling mirrors; Bat rope, again benign, as was her pad and pen.

Lock picks, a possible danger, if used to maim or gouge. Bat torches, harmless. Her electrified Batarangs. The Batarangs. They could mean real trouble. Electrified, they delivered a single shock of 1000volts ,enough to stun an opponent for a few seconds. Even uncharged they could be thrown with enough force to ko a villain. She had two in each belt.  If the sisters really went for it, they could easily hit with enough force to kill.

Charity emerged...with a torch in her hand. Batgirl breathed easier, though her side still hurt with the effort.

"Awww crap!" Said Charity as she disconsolately put it in a belt pouch.

Faith reached in and pulled out a small Bat-shaped pellet. "What the hell?" She rolled it over in her fingers before hurling it at the Amazon.

It hit her on the side, before falling harmlessly to the floor.

"That's not fair! It did squat. I'm drawin' again..." Faith rummaged around and emerged with another bat shaped pellet.

"Aww, dammit." She said flatly. She threw again at the Amazon, but this time it missed her, sailing off behind her through the air. Again nothing happened when it landed. "Whatever they are, they is busted. One was like spread out wings an' one had them swept forward. 
Perhaps they were just a bug shaped like a little bat."

Hope drew out a set of lock picks, ideal for her, and excitedly pressed them heavily onto the side of her gold belt, slowly peeling her fingers away from them. She seemed genuinely surprised when they plopped onto the floor.

"Oh. I thought they'd be like magnetic or somethin', " she  said disappointedly. " they shoulda stucked"

"But Hope, that golden belt ain't metal" said Faith. "It's like gold lame or something."

"So?" asked the younger sister.

"Never mind."

Charity too drew out a small bat pellet. She sighed with disappointment.

" Wonder what they do? " she said absently , turning it over in her hands.

Compelled by the rope to answer, Batgirl couldn't stop herself. 'Th -they're bat-bombs. The spread wings are smoke, the swept forward wings are flash bombs, like thunderflashes."

"Wow! Howdya tell them apart in the dark?" Hope asked pointlessly.

"By...by the shape of the wings" Batgirl answered her, bewildered.

"Ahhh, but in the dark, how can you see the shape of the wings? Got ya there!" She smiled triumphantly.

"I ...I can feel the shapes..." Batgirl was forced to answer, though slightly confused.

"Great!' Charity declared. "So why didn't they go boom when we threw them?"

"The...the chemicals are in each...wing, separated by ...by a filament, a membrane in the body. Squeeze the body before , b-before you throw it....the chemicals mix, but only explode on the next impact surface...."

"So we squeeze the body part of the bat?" Charity asked, squeezing the one in her hand "But nothing happens till we throw it an' it hits somethin' right?"

"Y-yes..." Batgirl reluctantly answered.

Charity hurled the bat pellet at the floor near Hope, causing a loud flash and a bang with a puff of smoke as the thunderflash exploded.

"Arrgh!" Screamed Hope with a jump, snatching up a pellet of her own from her bucket, squeezing it mostly by accident and hurling it at her sister with the same results.

"Why, you little-!" Charity delved into the pail again before Faith grabbed her.

"Girls! Girls! C'mon, you're wasting them! We can use 'em when we are pulling a job. C'mon, calm down. Plenty other things we can use." Faith played peacemaker.

Charity, who had already armed herself with another Bat-bomb, relented from throwing it at Hope, and gestured to Faith to take her turn. Faith duly drew out a Batarang.

"Anything special I need to know about this, Bat-tits? " she addresses the crimefighter.

"P-press...p-press...pressing the small button ...and... holding it down...creates...no...no...a...NO!..an...NO! ...an elect...an electric charge..." she said breathlessly, shaking her head from side to side as her efforts to resist the power of the rope are overcome.

"That head bump really has sent her loco." said Faith with amusement.

Knowing her weapons will be used to torment and torture her own ally, Batgirl fought back tears of frustration and impotent rage. It was not just her painful injury that was hurting her, as the shame and regret that she was powerless to help the Amazon suspended near her and worse, that her instruments of justice may actually bring about her demise, burnt deep into her conscience. Fighting back tears and biting her bottom lip, she turned bleary eyed to gaze up at the once strong figure of womanhood dangling, bruised and bloody, head down beside her, a picture of abject defeat. Batgirl was not only unable to help her, but was also unable to stop revealing secrets that would increase her pain and suffering. All hope of a police rescue have long disappeared. As she fought to control her emotions, clamping her jaws tightly together to stop her bottom lip quivering she resolved that if this night was truly to be her last , she will try and go down fighting. But bound, flat on the conveyor, she couldn't see how she would get the chance.

another great chapter and now wonder that the woman is suffering the torture of the sisters grace

Part 27

The Grace sisters are cruelly torturing the brave heroines with Batgirl's own weapons for justice. Faith now prepares to hurl an electrified Batarang at the powerless Amazon...

Though Wonder Woman may have looked the picture of defeat, hanging limply, head bowed, she was actually concentrating , marshalling her strength for another attempt at breaking the Batcuffs. Even without her power belt, she was still a woman of above average strength, her body finely toned by decades of martial training and physical sports engaged with her sisters. She was quietly straining and flexing her muscles, desperate not to be noticed. But the threat from the Batarang interrupted her efforts.

As Faith drew back to throw, the thin , high pitched whine of the electric charge battled with the radio for attention. She released it in a spinning arc, swinging out wide before sweeping  in to clip Wonder Woman just above her left hip, the sharp bat wings slicing through her red bustier top with ease, before striking her with force. But as the serrated wing tip  touched her skin the 100 volt charge hit home jolting her body into a brief, jolting spasm of agony accompanied by a loud crackle.

"GA-AAAHHH!" she screamed , her head arching back in pain.

"Wonder Woman!" Batgirl cried out again , powerless to intervene.

She frantically writhed and twisted in her bonds, straining to break free in order to help her fellow crimefighter, her ribs protesting with every movement she made; but it was no use. Exhausted, she finally fell back, gasping in pain, unable to come to her aid, her head rolling slowly from side to side in impotent frustration, a grimace of despair on her beautiful face .

Faith looked into Buckety. "We'd best fish them Batbombs out, no sense wasting them on these two bozos. The ropes aren't lethal either, nor the other torch. Could be handy though." She coiled one of the ropes before placing it in a belt pouch and added the torch. "We'll share the bombs out later".

"I want some smokey bombs!" cried Hope, retrieving her fallen lock pick set.

Faith turned away from her "Sure thing , sis" she said before mouthing to Charity 'No-fucking-way'.

Charity, dipped into the pail and emerged with the second BatKnife. "Bingo! We have a winner."

She held the blade by the tip, like a circus knife thrower, her other arm held out towards her target for aim but above all balance.

She drew back and hurled the blade with all her strength. Her aim was true and deadly, the knife heading straight for Wonder Woman's
stomach.

But the Amazon was ready for her. At the very last second, she brought up her knees together, protectively , up to her breast, twisting her torso as she did so. The knife flashed along her outer right thigh, slicing through her satin tights and leaving a bloody trail where it creased along her flesh before skittering off into the far wall behind her.

"A-ahhh!" She screamed, briefly, but the pain was minimal.

It was a bloody scratch, nothing more.  But with each attack she was using the activity to hide her attempts to break the cuffs, straining secretively to finally get free.

Hope fished out a fingerprinting kit, looking like a small compact, opening it excitedly. "It's make up to wear at night" she said fingering the inkpad.

"Oh, Christ! Yeah, yeah that's what it is , now put it away honey." Faith tried to head off a cosmetic faux pas before making her choice.

She reached in, again averting her gaze , and after some rummaging emerged with another Batarang. This time after she charged it up she assumed a pitcher's stance, side on, and taking a deep breath brought up her left knee, before planting her foot as she hurled it at the Amazon, her tongue sticking out in concentration, like a child in a Little League game. But Faith hadn't allowed for the curving nature of the wings and it swung off to the left, clattering passed the heroine into a wall beyond.

"Dammit, shoulda aimed more right 'cos they curve in."

"Huh. Let me show ya how its done, little sister." Charity looked into the pail and emerged with another Batarang.

"You ain't sposed to look" grumbled Hope. "Cheater..." she mumbled in a low voice, but though she heard, Charity ignored her. She walked back along the length of the conveyor belt, waving her fingers with a cruel smile at Batgirl as she finally stopped around 30 feet away from Wonder Woman.

Mimicking Faiths stance, she composed herself. Taking a deep breath, she first lowered then  slowly raised her head.

  Making allowance for the wings causing it to curve in, she deliberately aimed off to her right, her throw was much slower than Faiths', Charity just keen to succeed where Faith had missed, but she was unfamiliar with the weight and aimed too far right. The Batarang swung out in a very wide lazy arc before slowly curving inwards, picking up speed, but it looped behind the Amazon and continued to curve. Immediately after the throw Charity trotted towards her sisters, keen to see the look on Wonder Woman's face at impact.
They were called 'Batarangs' for a reason, and the reason is that, like a boomerang, they return to the thrower when thrown properly. There was a terrible sense of inevitability about what happened next. The Batarang looped behind Wonder Woman, heading back towards Charity but with the oblivious Hope standing square in the way.

"Stupid lock picks!" Hope said after a second attempt to get them to miraculously stick to her belt resulted in them landing on the floor. Charity was already laughing as the Batarang sped towards her sister's head. But the smile was frozen  in place when, at the last minute Hope bent to retrieve the fallen lockpicks.

"Oh, FU-AAARRRGGGHH!" Charity screamed as the Batarang clattered into her arm raised to protect herself, but hitting it back into her already broken nose, then she screamed again an instant later as the electric charge dispelled into her.

"FUCKING-SONOVA-BIDTCH!" Fresh blood was seeping through her fingers as she blinked back tears. "My fucking dose again!" she cried quickly, before with a loud click she moved the shattered appendage back into place. "God, that hurdts..."

Hope, oblivious, reached into the bucket, pulling out an old,  small brown glass stoppered bottle. She looks at it briefly, "Oh....'Nima Ranqui' ... perhaps its like an acid..." She turned to hurl it at the Amazon, but Faith, still laughing, grabbed her hand.

"Whoa, heh,heh, whoa tiger, let's just see what ya got there. Jesus! Where'd ya find this?"

"In her belt stuff..."Hope said, uncertainly.

"Yeah, right. Hope, its not 'Nima  Ranqui' , look, the letters have faded. It says 'Animal Tranquilizer' and look, its dated 1933! Shit, this must've been here since before Dad had the farm. You must've found it on the bench and mixed it up with the other stuff..."

"Didn't!" said Hope defensively, as Charity finally recovered.

"It's ok." Faith took a tentative little sniff and swooned. "Shit!" she said, blinking furiously. She turned the bottle to read the ingredients"....'etra...oro...metha' oh boy! Tetra Chloro Methane!  Hope, you little gem! This stuff could put down an elephant! It's chloroform! And its been fermenting away in there for , what eighty, ninety years?! This is gonna be strong!

"Like the sleepy stuff we lost yesterday?" Hope asked.

"How come you know its proper name?" Asked Charity thickly, just about stemming the blood at last.

"I'm the one who fucked that drugstore guy to get us some in the first place remember? " Faith retorted.

"At least he was better looking than that jewellery store dumbo I had to bj so he'd go along with her robbery" Charity said bitterly, gesturing at Hope.

"Yeah, well, I had to screw the security guard there too. That weren't no picnic, neither. Bet those two saps are still waiting for us to turn up and split the loot with them and head to Tiajuana." Faith said, then laughed. "All to give bozo here an easy ride." she flipped a thumb in Hope's direction. "How's your schnoz?"

"Hurts like hell. Fuck this shit...leave that other crap in there and get to fixing the thresher on that combine.... oh, wait! Wait, wait, wait! We'll have one more go a piece , and I say, we use these!" she reached into the pail and emerged with two slender purple wands.

"And just what are these, Badt Bidtch ?" her injured nose still distorting her words.

Batgirl, bound by the lasso cannot but answer, though its the question she has been dreading. "Th-they...they are ..m-my Bat-drills..."
Charity, having already read the Batdrill label on the side of the devices , feigned ignorance. "Oh? A Batdildo, did she say?" She tossed one to Faith. She prised off the smooth , slightly pointed round cap, looked quickly at the precision drill head beneath it, then re-attached the cap.

"And how do we use it?" She asked with amusement.

Batgirl clamped her lips together in frustration, before being forced to utter "T-twi-twist the...the...b-base...then...then...just hold it like...a...pen.........oh no...." she shut her eyes and screwed her face up, annoyed at her own impotence.

"Oh, yes!" Charity rejoined, twisting the drill into life. With its thin, slender shape, rounded top on and the vibrations pulsing through the machine, the sexual connotations were all too obvious.

Faith looked at her older sister "Well, I say we drill for oil....or maybe just juice." she smiled as she activated her drill.

Charity walked towards the powerless Amazon who had still been straining subtly to break the cuffs. The two older women locked their gaze on each others' eyes. One blazing cold resentment, the other quiet defiance.

Charity stood close, their bodies almost touching, looking up slightly as Wonder Woman hung above her.

"I'm gonna make you cum in them pretty li'l blue knicks of yours" she said contemptuously, pushing the drill cap up under her chin, then sliding it down her throat, before running the vibrating drill down between the impressive cleavage, pushing the bustier down with it, to reveal the warrior woman's proud breasts, before Charity spat in her face, the saliva dripping down slowly from her right cheek to run over the chest, between her bosom and disappear from view under the red fabric encircling her ribs.

"Char," Faith said, shaking her head, bemused as she strolled over to look down at the powerless Batgirl, "you're one fucking crazy ass bitch."

Another great chapter amazing how you know a story detailing

Part 28

The sadistic sisters continue to torture the helpless upholders of the law. But a desperate plan starts to form in Batgirl's mind, whilst Wonder Woman, still secretly struggling with the Batcuffs, is working on an escape of her own...

Charity gripped the ass cheeks of the mighty Amazon , squeezing the firm muscle and pulling her pelvis towards her, pressing her breasts and abdomen into Wonder Woman's torso and loins.

Still holding the Batdrill in one hand, she slid her fingertips up the back of the red bustier, finding the Velcro fastenings and the clasps beneath. She unhooked them, one by one, starting at the top, smiling up at her helpless victim as she progressed down her body. Wonder Woman gritted her teeth and rattled in her bonds in frustration, but actually she was using the chance to strain at the links once more. She could feel them give and knew she was almost there.

"Can I drink this stuff?" asked Hope, about the chloroform. "You said it was strong, maybe it would make me strong." She struck an heroic pose in her new belt, hands on hips. "I could become SuperHope!"

"Oh dear God , no! Don't drink it for Chrissakes!" Faith almost screamed at her. "It's sleepy stuff Hope, you breathe it and it knocks people out. Don't ever drink it, and don't you breathe it either! It's to use on them. Tell you what, Batgirl had them little purple handkerchiefs somewheres , didn't she? Find them and soak 'em in case we need 'em, ok? And any case, she's Wonder Woman , not Supergirl, so you having her belt would make you Wonder Hope, not that it does anything superpowered though. And Wonder Hope sounds lame."

"I could be 'Hope Woman'..." said the younger sister, still trying to come up with a heroine name."But that don't sound right, like its too short."

"More like 'Hopeless Woman'..."mumbled Charity under her breath.

"That sounds much better!" enthused Hope. "Watch out villains and crooks! Hopeless Woman will ge- Hey! Being Hopeless ain't good!"

"Hope,we're villains and crooks...why would you want to- oh just forget it. Go soak them cloths, ok? And don't sniff or drink it!" Faith re-iterated.

Hope sulked off to the workbench, rummaged around until she found the two handkerchiefs, one from each belt. In reality they were all purpose cloths, insulated on one side, conductive on the other and could also be used to clean up after using the fingerprint kits, as well as a variety of other uses, but to Hope, they were handkerchiefs. She proceeded to soak them in the chloroform as Faith advanced on Batgirl, turning the drill cap against her index finger. Batgirl knew what was coming and despite her injury, and the suppressive power of the lasso, she struggled frantically against the bonds, her wrists pinned at her sides.

"Hhuh-huhhh" she grimaced, raising her head in desperation as Faith moved ever closer, smiling cruelly.

Charity, was staring up at the Amazon, then finally unclasped and pulled down the bustier top, revealing the spectacular breasts in all their glory. She stepped back slightly, the bustier rising partially back into place, holding up the Batdrill before Wonder Woman with a smile, as the Paradisian looked on, impassively. But she couldn't help but react when Charity held up her other hand, to reveal what she held in her fingers.

"Huuuhhh! No!!!! " Wonder Woman struggled frantically as Charity held up the tiny Batbomb, squeezing the body with an audible 'pop'. She pulled the Amazon by her ass towards her , then slipped the hand with the Batbomb down the front of the star spangled blue briefs, holding it gingerly with her thumb against her palm. Her fingers sought out the top of Wonder Woman's panties and the satin tights, her other arm gripping the writhing body more forcefully, stopping her pulling away as the probing fingers slid over her abdomen.
All the while Charity never looked away from the desperately frustrated, squirming face of her enemy, as she felt her middle finger brush lightly over the short trimmed, slightly wiry hairs above the hood of her clitoris, pressing over the slight rise of the pubic mound, then over the soft, slightly  moist bulb of her hood, her other fingers following on either side like a flank guard.

The middle finger dipped below the upper crest of her labia, parting the lips with a harsh fingernail, slipping slightly inside her victim. She slid down to the bottom of the cleft, her fingertip still just inside her, the thumbnail following its own path between the lips as the Batbomb moved down to its terrible destination. When her middle finger reached the base of the vaginal slit, Charity carefully released the bomb, slowly easing her hand back up her prisoner's body, pushing the underwear away from the bomb and the body with the back of her hand, leaving the flash bomb nestling snugly against the Amazon's womanhood. As the tights and panty elastic snapped back into place with a 'twang', Wonder Woman froze wide eyed with horror, fearful of her fate, holding her breath. But nothing happened.

Charity paused, fingering the drill, lowering it to Wonder Woman's crotch, delighting in watching the Amazon stiffen and tense as the vibrating cap of the drill top headed towards the base of her groin, now just millimetres from her, and the tiny explosive cargo carried in her panties. Charity remained, eyes locked on the Amazon, as she addressed Batgirl." Those Batbombs....like a thunderflash, you said?....With what, about the force of a firecracker?"

"Y-yesssss.....You...you despicable rats!" cried the young guardian of Gotham.

Charity pushed the drill towards Wonder Woman's crotch, delighted as she watched the Amazon brace herself, then at the last minute stopped.

"Oh don't worry, I wouldnt wanna damage the goods down there!" She smiled, spinning on her heel and turning away. But as she turned she reached back with her open palm and patted her between the legs.

"HHUh-AAAAAARrrggggh!" screamed the Amazon as the tiny pellet exploded in her most sensitive area, her face screwed up in a mask of pain as she fought back the hurt. Her lips were tight, her jaw clenched as, through bleary eyes, she glared at Charity, blinking back the tears. The lack of oxygen after the ignition had minimised the extent of the flash, searing her skin rather than burning it as the elastic of the satin tights and the waistband of her panties and of her own blue shorts had all helped muffle the blast. The explosion was always just a small , noisy flash; the restrictive garments had meant it was stiffled of oxygen before it reached its full potential. Ordinarily, it would cause a minor stinging sensation to the hand, and perhaps very minor burns. Placed cruelly where it was, it had seared and scorched her intimately, but with no lasting damage. She was in pain and it was very tender down there, but it would heal in a few days.
Smoke seeped through her blue shorts from the legs and waist, giving her an uncomfortable and undignified appearance, much to the sisters amusement, and Batgirl's despair.

"I like my meat well done" laughed Charity looking at Batgirl for a reaction.

"You're worse than animals...." she whispered. Charity threw her an amused look. With her head towards Batgirl she moved her eyes back to the still smoking Amazon. "Hmmn....looks like there's a fire in the forest Batgirl....best we dampen those flames eh?" She laughed at Batgirl's discomfort as the purple clad heroine again frantically twisted and pulled her wrists as much as she was able, but to no avail. But Batgirl had come up with an idea, though it needed to be brokered at the right time, to be used as a bargaining chip. She doubted the sisters would honour their part but at least it might get her free for a time and so give her a better chance of escape than she had whilst tied down, but the time had not come to use it yet. Once free, she may be able to get the generic Batcuff key to Wonder Woman...but not yet. For now she must endure.

"Ouch! That's gotta hurt!" Faith laughed, then leaned casually on the conveyor on one palm , rolling the cap of the Batdrill along her bottom lip, moistening it slightly, staring at her captive with a hint of a smile. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as her victim gradually became drawn to her gaze, Batgirl's movements slowing as she realized their futility and her eyes were settled on Faiths. Faith paused with the drill at the centre of her lip, opened her luscious mouth into a tight 'o' and slowly slipped the cap inside slightly, gripping the purple plastic with her dark red lips. She slid it inside her mouth a little, then a little more, her eyes showing amusement as Batgirls body braced itself subconsciously for what was to come.

"When am I gonna be on the radio?" said Hope suddenly.

"What? I dunno Hope, the next time a crime report comes on, how should I know?" Faith shook her head at the interruption, mystified.
"Kids on a different planet" she muttered to herself.

Charity strolled casually up to Wonder Woman, wafting the smoke from her face by waving her hand back and forth.

"Phew! How ya baring up kiddo?" she pinched her chin and shook it slightly, until Wonder Woman jerked her head free with a glower at her captor.

Charity dropped the hand down pressing the palm on her sternum, her middle finger in the dip at the neck.  She tapped it up and down lightly as she thought, still staring up at Wonder Woman's tight-lipped grimace, her chest rising rapidly beneath Charity's hand as she breathed heavily through her nose, her nostrils flared in anger.

She splayed her fingers wide and slid her palm down, forcing the opened bustier down before it, exposing the firm round breasts once more in all their mouth watering majesty. Kneading the left with her right hand she teased the drill around the nipple of the right, around and around, the tiny vibrations causing the skin to ripple and undulate minutely, much to Charity's delight and Wonder Woman's dismay, as the stimulus caused the blood to rush to the areola, hardening the nipple before her very eyes.

"Ooo, you like that , huh? Well, good news honey - I like it too!"

Wonder Woman struggled, again feeling the cuffs give a little but still hold, her frantic wriggling causing laughter.

Charity leaned forward, biting the hardened nipple as her hand pinched its twin. Wonder Woman's breathing quickened in frustration, her anger building, her squirming and turning under Charity's touch her only method of resistance.

Faith meanwhile climbed onto the conveyor, walking on hands and knees over Batgirls' body like a lioness over her kill. She stopped, her head over the caped crusaders', as, dipping her nose down she nuzzled it against the warm, yielding skin of the young law defender, its tip brushing against the soft, fine downy hairs on the young maiden's cheek, skirting around the curved edge of the mask, her hooded eyes smiling at the wide eyed features beneath the cowl.

Trapped beneath her, Batgirl tried to twist and pull away as best she could, but it was hopeless. Faith sat back on her haunches, her knees between Batgirl's spread legs, looking down at her helpless victim, at Batgirl's heaving breast and flattened, toned stomach, the well defined abs rising and falling desperately as she awaited Faiths next move. She certainly was beautiful, just as surely as she was powerless.
Although she knew what was coming, namely her own molestation, Batgirl, though wide eyed and desperate, was still weighing her options. She daren't make her proposal yet; it had to be a life or death alternative. She knew the sisters would never break off from their sexual pleasure, so she had to make her proposition count...she swallowed hard at the thought....afterwards, when they were about to finish them off. And that time was not yet come. But the question was , would she survive to get the chance?

this last chapter was one of the best that you wrote tallyho, congratulations for the beautiful work

Boy you're mean Tallyho!!

Part 29

As Charity and Faith begin to molest the two heroines, Wonder Woman is about to seize her chance to escape.



"I finished soaking these things" said Hope holding up the two Batcloths , heavily dosed with the animal tranquiliser. As she stepped forward she stooped to pick up the phial of Batsleep used earlier by Charity in her failed attempt to subdue Wonder Woman."Oh an' I found this" she held that up too."This is more sleepy stuff, what shall I do with it?"

"Put it in your new belt" said Faith cynically, knowing that Wonder Woman's golden belt had nowhere to put such things. Hope stuffed the two cloths into her waistband but was at a total loss as to what to do with the spray. She looked down at her featureless belt repeatedly before popping the phial down her exposed cleavage, with an indifferent shrug.

Wonder Woman , grim faced, was staring over Charity's head, composing herself. Charity, groping her breasts viciously, suddenly stepped away and picked up the broken head of  the pitchfork. Finally Wonder Woman dropped her gaze as Charity held it before her. "Oh, this got your attention?" The elder sister rolled the broken shaft around in her hands,still with the slender Batdrill between her fingers, the points of the fork head twirling inches from Wonder Woman's face. Turning the fork over, so the curve of the prongs pointed down, she pressed the two points into Wonder Woman's shoulders, either side of her elegant neck. Gazing cruelly into the Amazon's eyes she slowly raked the prongs down her chest, barely braking the skin, leaving two white scratch marks but no blood. The prongs dug into her skin, the pressure from Charity forcing the firm flesh of her breast to dip in around the points, creating two moving craters wherever they traveled, with a livid white-red streak of broken skin in their wake. As the prongs neared her teats the distance between them was almost an exact match for the nipples. Charity headed for the twin peaks of darker pink-brown flesh, hardening as the blood flowed down to the tips of her mammaries and her body responded unbidden to the stimulus. Wonder Woman gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing back her impotent defiance as she braced herself for what would come. Charity raised the fork so the prongs stood poised above her nipples.

"Sooooo tempting, just to plunge this into your lousy hide right now..."  she said smiling evilly. "But like I said, I'm gonna make you cream them li'l blue knicks of yours." she laughed as Wonder Woman struggled in resistance to her words, rattling the cuffs as she did so, but secretly trying to break them once more.

Faith was on all fours on the conveyor, braced on one hand she was slowly and sensuously slipping the slender drill in and then out of her perfect mouth, moistening the shaft and tip as all the while she gazed down at Batgirl's beautiful but distraught body.
Batgirl's breathing became fast and desperate. She twisted her head right and left trying to pull against the lasso binding her. Faith knelt upright looking down with amused contempt at the vanquished heroine beneath her. She reached forward, slipping her left hand around Batgirl's throat, resting the thumb and fingers lightly, her palm on Batgirl's chest. She slid her hand down over the soft, warm skin, splaying her fingers out delicately, feeling the firm sternum beneath her hand and the rapid, desperate beating of Batgirl's heart, pounding ever quicker as Faiths hand dropped ever lower, the hand stopping only when the edges of it touched the twin rims of the cups of Batgirl's silken bra. As the drumming of her heart beat faster, in dread anticipation of Faith's next move, so her breathing slowed. Her rib cage rapidly extended , painfully hurting her where it was bruised, forcing her to wince and grimace beneath her mask, but nevertheless she found herself holding her breath, painful as it was.  Faith slowly raked her fingers sensuously together, the fingertips meeting at Batgirl's cleavage, before splaying outwards again, repeating the manoeuvre. Batgirl tensed, swallowing hard. She felt Faiths hand grip the bra at its centre, before sliding around her right cup , the fingernails pressed into Batgirl's  warm tit, moving around until they reached the thin shoulder strap, sliding it delicately over the smooth curve of her shoulder, before tracing the same path back across her beautiful breasts then up the other side, over to her left shoulder, to slip that strap down too. Faith placed the vibrating drill beneath Batgirl's proud chin, the tiny gyrating head shaking her cheeks. She finally pulled down the bra, revealing the smooth, perfect twin mounds of Batgirl's beautiful, beautiful chest. Batgirl's sudden gasp at the insult forced her chest higher, her bosom rising ever more proud as the bra cups fell away. Gasping as she squirmed helplessly, Batgirl could only look on with disgust as Faith started to lick her bosom, caressing the powerless heroine with her warm, moist tongue, tracing the circle of the nipple at Batgirl's right teat before moving on to her left. At the same time, Faith reached beneath the heroine's slender, arching back, feeling the warm press of her young body against her fingers, the smooth soft skin rippling with her exertions. As Batgirl , ever brave, ever defiant, fought both her unwanted advances and the power of the lasso, so Faith unclasped the bra. With a final flourish, she discarded Batgirl's underwear, revealing the heaving, perfect breasts in all their magnificent glory.

"Ugh!" Batgirl expressed her disgust the only way she was able , by turning her head away.

"Well! Lookee here! If it ain't Goldilocks Tits herself! Not too big...not too small....some would say juuuuuust right! An' you know what, hun? I'm gonna eat 'em aaaaaaalllll up!" Faith buried her face between Batgirl's breasts, shaking her head so the soft mounds rubbed against her cheeks, nuzzling her nose lightly up and around each hardened nipple, before licking then sucking softly on the firm , darker tip of her tits. She moved the wand-like drill down, lightly rubbing it against Batgirl's injured side, causing a gasp of pain from the young defender of Gotham. Delighted by the pain she caused, she cruelly lingered there, before moving back up to play on the left tit of the law upholder. The tiny motor made her breast quiver and shake, causing more delight for Faith as she extended her tongue and rested the very tip on the quivering point of her nipple, the minute quakes causing the teat to judder against the warm, wet softness of her tongue.

On the radio, Madonna sung 'Like a Virgin'. Faith smiled, mocking the champion of justice with a nod of her head toward the sound.
"They playing your song, Sugartits? No...no...I don't think so....bet you're real dirty in the sack, huh? Maybe even wear the mask for the guys , hmmn? Just a li'l bit kinky, eh? Well , let's see how dirty you really are...." She lowered the drill again across Batgirl's bruised side, this time tracing over her strong , well defined stomach muscles and abdomen, Batgirl shrinking from the contact by breathing in sharply, extending her ribcage painfully, forcing her breasts to rise higher, as her upper body squirmed and twisted. Faith licked her cleavage, moving down until she buried her tongue tip in the young woman's belly button, blowing then sucking slightly, causing the stomach muscles to ripple and undulate in a reflex spasm.

Finally she reared up, tracing the musculature of Batgirl's abdomen with the capped drill , moving it down to the waistline of Batgirl's little black panties. She dipped her head, her nose just above the triangular see-through black lace panel that gave a hint of what lay beneath. Below the fine mesh lay the neatly trimmed short dark hairs framing Batgirl's womanhood, hair and skin made darker now through the black lace.

Faith pressed her face lower, sniffing appreciatively, now just inches away from Batgirl's clit, so close the crimefighter could feel her breath like a warm summer breeze gently brush her through the lace, washing over her body like a soft, invisible, intimate caress.

"Hmmmm. Smells like...a spring meadow....Now...is that you, or your fabric softener? Let's find out shall we?" with that she tenderly pressed the drill down on the flimsy lace panel, pushing it down, into her skin, then running it up and down in a straight line, finding the slight bulb of her hood and lingering there. As the tiny vibrations percolated through the material, causing her outer labia to shake, Batgirl gasped loudly, a mix of surprise, humiliation, pain from her side and fear of what would happen next. She tried to focus, concentrating on a spot high in the ceiling, her eyes frantically rolling as the touch became more intimate. She tried to blot out the shame, the sense of failure. The feeling that, for all her training; her martial arts skills; her vast array of gadgets and crimefighting equipment; for all her bravery, determination and courage, here she was, powerless to stop her own sexual violation.

Faith suddenly gripped the waistband at each hip with both hands and brutally yanked down the young law upholders' last , flimsy line of defence to prevent the assault. The panties rolled up around her knees as Faith pulled them over her smooth , tanned upper thighs, her actions prompting frantic writhing from Batgirl. Her legs started thrashing ineffectively back and forth, held firm and apart by the bonds of the lasso, accompanied by a loud , audible gasp from the beautiful heroine, this time a sound of pure, desperate, impotence. Faith pressed her palms down on each of Batgirl's legs, calming her frantic movements by force, flattening her thighs to the conveyor. Hope first sat on, then rolled over, the conveyor below Faith, and now, standing on the far side of the conveyor to Wonder Woman, placed her head on Batgirl's flawless chest, her cheek warm on her left breast, her soft long hair tickling the young champion where it fell to rest lightly against her skin.

"Oooo, I can hear her going bump-ity bump!" cried the younger sister.

Faith, holding the drill like a pen, traced the capped head around the elongated slit of her exposed sex, pressing slightly harder with each completed circuit, pushing the purple shaft in at an angle, manipulating and teasing Batgirl's lips, forcing them apart , opening up her body to further, more intrusive violation. Tears pricked the corners of Batgirl's eyes as she bit her bottom lip, despairing of her plight. At the first sign that Batgirl's body was responding, as a trickle of intimate wetness appeared at the base of her vagina, so too Faith slammed the length of purple plastic deep within her, causing a wide eyed look of shock to appear on the masked hero as she gasped at the violation.

"A-AHHHH-OH!" she cried

Meanwhile, Charity had been repeatedly using her own Batdrill on Wonder Woman's tender groin, working it back and forth against the blue material of her star- spangled shorts. Wonder Woman breathed in sharply, holding her breath, tight lipped, grimly staring over Charity's head, ignoring the periodic pain from both her seared womanhood and the occasional jab with the pitchfork head as Charity sought a reaction, poking the prongs into her nipples.

But Wonder Woman endured, controlling her breathing, channelling her rage and subdued energy, feeling her heart beat faster, her adrenaline pumping as the strokes of the drill worked over her vagina. She felt her body responding to the stimulus, she was helpless to stop it. So she didn't. Instead she used it. She allowed the manipulation of her body to build, her sexual arousal giving her impetus. She could feel the tension building in her taut muscles, feel them tensing further with each stroke, the muscles of her pelvic floor clenched, the intimate juices of her body starting to flow as the vibrations teased her clitoris, shaking the nerve clusters, causing tiny electro-chemical sparks and connections between the cells of her body, all conveying the message of arousal, tempered with pain from her seared labia.

Charity could see the discomfort etched on her face. She smiled wickedly, as she moved the drill deeper between Wonder Woman's dangling legs , her other hand holding her butt, pulling Wonder Woman's body closer, preventing her from raising her legs in defence. Periodically, she dropped her gaze, looking for the tell-tale dampness to appear on the blue material.

As Wonder Woman started to moan ever louder, Charity began to laugh as she sensed victory.

"Oh-Ah-Oooh-Ah-AAAHHH" panted the Amazon, prompting Charity to again look down. But as the Amazon neared climax she used the adrenaline rush to her advantage. "A-AAA-Aaaaaaagh-ughhhh-AAAAAAAGH!" with a final scream she unleashed all her strength, the sexual energy finally giving her the reserves she needed to part the Batcuffs , dipping her head in a clinical headbutt that felled Charity. As the Batcuffs broke, she landed lightly on her toes as the stunned elder sister crumpled at her feet, dazed but still conscious.

Wonder Woman, at last , was free.

Very good if you beat this chapter, until better than the last, the idea of ​​wonder woman use the adrenaline of sexual torture he suffered was very well thought out. I am very eager to read the next chapter

Thanks Valugi, but all credit for the orgasmic escape should go to the devious mind of Dr. Avatar, who pm'd me the suggestion.
If anyone else has any ideas for elements of the story they would like to see, please pm me, and I'll be more than happy to incorporate them if possible and pass off the good ones as my own!

(Just don't be upset if I don't use them, as I do have the story already worked out so it may not be possible).
Thanks again to Valugi and all others who have taken the time to pass comment, either here or by pm. Around 4-5 more posts to go now, thanks to all who have stuck with it, I hope you are finding the journey worthwhile.
T.

In a future history could perhaps contribute some idea,

tallyho how many chapters you want to do this history?

Around 4-5 as things stand at the moment, with the story in its current form.
If you want to keep your ideas as a surprise for the readers pm me, as I say I can't guarantee to use them, but all suggestions are welcome.

Thank you, tallyho, for the credit for the idea. It should be noted, all, that credit for the very excellent development of that idea should go entirely to tallyho. I believe I deserve credit for, "..what if she were to break the cuffs in the midst of an orgasm?" and nothing more.

H.

Great stuff tallyho

Part 30

Batgirl is still stripped and tied to the conveyor belt, but Wonder Woman has finally broken free of the Batcuffs and butted Charity to the ground in the process…


Pausing a second only to pull up her bustier top, Wonder Woman used the time to catch her breath and instantly weigh up her options. Without her belt, even with her superior physicality, being outnumbered 3-1 would be difficult. Especially as she had been beaten and tortured, so she wasn’t exactly at her best. Her goal had to be to corner Hope and retrieve the source of her great strength.  But it would not be easy. Hope was both agile and quick, plus she had the two chloroformed cloths, plus whatever was left of the Batsleep spray they had tried to use on her earlier. But more importantly, the conveyor belt lay between the two of them. Charity was down temporarily but there was still Faith.  Yes, it would be far from easy.

As Wonder Woman had made her move and broken the cuffs,  Hope, lying on Batgirls magnificent chest, had alerted Faith.

“Uh-oh! Whats-her-face is loose!” she stood, her gaze directing Faith’s attention in time to see Charity hit the floor.

“Shit!!!! You,“ Faith waggled her forefinger at Batgirl like an angry school ma’am, “don’t go away now!” as she backed out from between Batgirl’s legs on her knees and one arm, leaving the Batdrill still vibrating half inside and half out of Gotham’s young defender.  Once she was clear, Faith rolled onto her butt, swinging her legs down to the floor, as Wonder Woman made a move towards the conveyor near Batgirl’s head - and Hope.

As Wonder Woman took her first steps, so Charity, still groggy at her feet, made a grab for her ankles, snaring her right one, pulling her back. Wonder Woman kicked out , only catching the elder Grace sister on her shoulder, but hard enough for her to relinquish her grip, as she fell away. But it had cost her time, allowing both Faith to close and Hope to ready one of the chloroformed cloths.

Wonder Woman was faced with a problem. She needed to retrieve the belt but at the same time not make it obvious that she needed it to the sisters.  Charity was still down and she made a snap decision – she would temporarily deal with Faith one on one, before closing with Hope, the conveyor belt between them  stopping Hope from aiding her sister just as it was stopping Wonder Woman from getting at Hope.

As Faith stepped toward the Amazon and the two squared up to each other,  Batgirl tried to help in the only way that she could. With the drill still deep inside her, through gritted teeth she fought the restraints of the lasso, and the almost overwhelming urge to succumb, to be placid, to do nothing. Her hands, bound at the wrists to the metal runners at the edge of the conveyor,  were all she could bring into play, or one of them to be exact. As Faith moved passed her, Batgirl grabbed her wrist with  her own right hand, trying to slow the villainess and buy Wonder Woman time, or some advantage, for whatever she would try to do next. It was a desperate gesture, from someone in a desperate situation. It delayed Faith by but an instant.  With her free hand, Faith landed a left cross to Batgirl’s upturned face , snapping her cowled head back to come to rest against Batgirl’s left shoulder, before, with a low moan, the  stunned heroine lapsed briefly into unconsciousness, her pretty face rolling back upright on the belt as her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted.

 Wonder Woman felt the anger rise in her, as she saw what befell her comrade in arms, but the deed was already done; no sense in rushing into combat with rage as your guide, or else Batgirl’s sacrifice would have been for nothing. Instead, she used the respite to lay a second kick to the jaw of a slowly recovering Charity, knocking her flat to the ground, before a quick glance at Hope confirmed she was still on the far side of the conveyor.  The younger Grace seemed at a loss as to what to do and was staring from one hand to the other where she held a cloth in each. Wonder Woman assumed a fighting stance as she closed with Faith.

“Which colour one should I use Faith? The purple sort of rubbery  side one or the yellow silky side one?” asked Hope.

“For Chrissakes Hope! It don’t matter! Either fucking one, just get your ass in the game !” cried Faith, who, as she squared up to the taller Amazon, suddenly realized she was at a distinct  disadvantage.

“What do I do with the other one though?” Hope persisted.

“SHIT! Just put it on that cunt over there!” She jerked a thumb at the prone defender of the law on the conveyor belt, who was slowly starting to stir after Faith’s stunning blow, whilst never taking her eyes from Wonder Woman.

Faith closed and threw a flurry of left and right punches, which Wonder Woman countered easily, blocking , avoiding and then landing a blow of her own. She knew she had to try and end it with Faith quickly, but Faith had done time in  Chowchilla; and if she had learned nothing else inside, she had learned how to take a punch. Much to Wonder Woman’s alarm, she took two of the Amazon’s best shots to the jaw and was still standing, a little groggy but still on her feet. The turning point came however, when Hope spoke again.

“ I put it on her like you said but it ain’t knocking her out” said Hope, gesturing to where one of the Batcloths lay, packed in beside the drill, forcing it upright, as Batgirl started to come round. " I was gonna put it on her mouth, but you said to put it on her cu-". Faith cut her short.

“WHAT???!!! You stupid, fucking a-“ Faith never got any further, as the heel of Wonder Woman’s hand hit her sternum, propelling her backwards with a loud “OOOFFFFF!”

Faith landed several feet away , heavily, winding herself. Wonder Woman now had the breathing space she needed, or so it seemed.  But as she started to climb on to the conveyor, a new danger threatened her.

As Batgirl came to, she was aware of several things at once. The drill, still shaking inside her , was starting to run down as the batteries gave out , having been continuously running for the last 20 minutes. She could feel it slowing and as it lessened, she could also feel the smaller, smoother vibrations replaced by the harsher, juddering shakes of the plastic shaft, as the drill head started to slow to a stop beneath it’s plastic cap. But she could also feel pain, a hot stinging sensation between her legs, starting to build in discomfort as she gradually focussed on the cause. The Batcloth, soaked in the antiquated chemical of the animal tranquilizer, was stuffed uncomfortably inside her and where it touched the  inner sides of her labia and the outer lips of her vaginal opening, she could feel the fermented alcohol in the compounds sting her intimately. Rather than knocking her out if placed on her face, the painful stimulus had the opposite effect and actually brought her around quicker than if she had just been left to recover.  Finally, as her eyes fluttered open, she became aware of one last thing.

 And that thing was Charity, brandishing the pitchfork head in her hand, held high above her, baring down upon Wonder Woman’s exposed back as she attempted to climb on and over the conveyor belt.

“WONDER WOMAN!!! BEHIND YOU!!!”   she bellowed a warning for all she was worth .

Wonder Woman was half up onto the conveyor, with her right foot on its edge and her left hand supporting her weight as she started to go after Hope. At Batgirl’s cry, she half turned and at the last instant caught a glimpse of Charity bearing down on her. She twisted her torso, bringing up her right hand to grab Charity’s wrist, her leg dropping from the conveyor and  her body falling back as she brought up her other hand to stop  the prongs from piercing her. Charity was filled with a frantic rage, her nose bleeding again from the last kick, her savage anger temporarily giving her extra strength that caught Wonder Woman by surprise. Off balance, she fell back onto the belt, landing on her shoulders above Batgirl’s head. Charity grabbed the wrist holding back her hand clutching the pitchfork, but as she prised it off and pinned it back beside Wonder Woman’s head, the Amazon,  in the meantime, had been able bring her left hand up to grip Charity’s wrist. This was the worst case scenario for the Amazon as Charity’s bodyweight and frenetic strength pinned her to the conveyor belt. Charity held Wonder Woman’s right hand down by the wrist, whilst Wonder Woman held the hand clutching the weapon at bay.

“Mmmmpppphhhhuhhh!” strained Batgirl, trying to break the golden bonds binding her, unaware that the magical lasso was unbreakable. She squirmed and writhed, managing  to roll her hips so she was on her right side, thrusting with her pelvis and tensing her pert butt and vaginal muscles until she managed to loosen the drill. As its end touched the belt she bent her knees and was able to straighten, pushing the end further free against the conveyor as friction slowly moved the drill from inside her. She frantically alternated her gaze between Wonder Woman’s desperate struggle for survival and her own efforts to rid her body of the violating Batdrill.

Charity’s initial strength from her anger was gradually dissipating, with Wonder Woman’s superior physical strength slowly pushing her back. As she gained the upper hand, Wonder Woman slowly rose as Charity moved back, starting to twist her upper body to move the villain around so that the villain’s body would lie against the belt instead of her own. But just as she was reaching the upright position she suddenly felt  strong young hands grip her shoulders and pull her back down, so her shoulders were again on the conveyor. As hope pulled her backwards and Charity pushed her from the front the combined attack was too much for the warrior woman to resist without her powers. Still she fought with all her strength but slowly, inexorably, her body started to edge back as Faith too, stood groggily to her feet and started to totter over to the battling trio.

“NO!” cried Batgirl desperately,  as she saw the inevitable outcome, as Wonder Woman was overwhelmed, renewing her efforts to break the lasso but to no avail. As Wonder Woman slowly dropped lower, Hope looped an arm around her neck, both choking the Amazonian with her forearm and gaining more leverage to pull her back. But as she arched over , Wonder Woman was able to bring her knee up between herself and  Charity, allowing her to finally push the crazed sister back forcibly, causing her to drop the lethal pitchfork head. The breathing space allowed her to grab Hope’s other hand holding the chloroform soaked  Batcloth, keeping it from clamping over her mouth as with her left hand she gripped Hope’s choking forearm, pulling it from her neck.

 She rolled her torso around against the belt to finally face Hope, never letting go of the young villain’s arms still holding the dangerous cloth.

But Faith was now on the scene to pitch in with her sisters.

“WONDER WOMAN! LOOK OUT !!FAITH-“  Batgirl shouted a warning ,knowing that there was little the Amazon could do in the instant before  Faith grabbed her from behind in a bear hug, pinning her arms to her sides and freeing Hope who pulled her hands clear. Wonder Woman flexed her upper arms and raised her elbows, breaking  Faith’s grip, spinning around to push her assailant away.  But now, as she stood with her ass on the conveyor belt,  Hope grabbed her for a second time, on this occasion clamping the cloth firmly over  mouth. As Wonder Woman again brought her hands up to pry the fingers loose, both Faith and Charity rushed in, grabbing a wrist each in both of their hands and slowly pulling the resisting arms down as they pushed against her with their body weight, forcing her to bend backwards, her body lowering towards the belt, as the much shorter Hope pulled her head back with both hands clamped at her mouth. Finally physically overcome, there was little the mighty Amazon could do to stop the inevitable, merely delay it. Batgirl watched helplessly as her ally’s struggles slowed, the desperate battle played out before the Gotham Guardian was a fight for her own life just as much as it was a fight for Wonder Woman’s. Tragically, it was a fight they were losing. Swallowing back tears of despair at her comrade’s fate, Batgirl can only watch the drama unfold, helpless to intervene as the drug soaked cloth slowly did its job. Wonder Woman desperately tried to hold her breath for as long as possible. But as she was bent over the belt and her midriff exposed, Faith, in some ways the shrewdest of the sisters, realised what she was trying to do. She planted a low blow between her legs shocking the Amazon into opening her mouth as she bucked and reared up, wide eyed at the indignity before Faith followed it up with a second rapid blow to her stomach, forcing her to suck in air in a reflex reaction, but in reality just drawing in more of the potent sleeping drug. The sisters swarmed over her once more, pinning her back with their body weight until she was flat on her back across the belt , her hands fixed uselessly at either side of her head. Hope looked down at her inverted face as she clamped both hands firmly on the cloth covering her nose and mouth. The Amazon’s eyes looked up desperately at the smiling face of the younger sister, clearly enjoying the power she held over the much larger woman.

“Ain’t so big an’ tough now, is ya? " She said mockingly as the drug took effect.

Wonder Woman could feel her reflexes slow, her responses to the commands her brain was issuing lessen, as she tried to struggle , to break even one hand loose. Her rigorous efforts to shake her head free were thwarted by Hope gripping her jaw.
Wonder Woman was fully aware of her desperate plight and tried again to raise her knees in a bid to fend off her attackers. But this time their bodies pressed in tightly against her, preventing her from raising her legs. Her frantic movements slowed as the chloroform took effect, dulling her senses, numbing her reactions, forcing slumber upon her. Though she knew her very life depended upon her staying awake, on her fighting, on her resisting the sisters, as too did the fate of Batgirl, suddenly all she longed for was the peaceful, but deadly,  darkness of sleep. Her hands pinned uselessly above her shoulders stiffened, then relaxed, still firmly held in place by the two elder sisters. The change in her body was not lost on her captors as they realized she was slipping under, freeing up their hands from their current task, both relinquishing a hold to grope the powerless Amazon’s firm but tender breasts with one hand whilst still holding her down with the other, laughing as they saw the reaction in her eyes - a despairing wince of pain, failure and defeat. Her eyes started to glaze over, her last sight was that of Hope’s smiling, upside down face, her long hair falling down to brush against Wonder Woman's face as she heard their laughter ringing in her ears, drowning out a softer, whispered cry of terrible despair from elsewhere, another person she could no longer recall but knew that it was someone important, someone she should know, she should remember. But the drug robbed her of the memory of Batgirl as she finally blacked out, oblivious to Batgirl’s last whispered words of despair.

“Oh, Wonder Woman……”

As her eyes finally fluttered and closed, and her neck muscles went slack, Hope finally removed the chloroformed cloth, allowing the Amazon’s head to loll to the right, her chin resting just on her right shoulder as her cheek settled on the conveyor belt. As the cloth was pulled away, her last deep breath escaped from between her ruby red lips in a soft, slow sigh.

"Uuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhh"

“Ahhh, sleeping beauty. Well , no 'Prince Charming' is gonna wake her with a kiss after this…” Charity retrieved the pitchfork head and held the shaft in both hands, high above her head,the prongs pointing downward. Then she slowly lowered them, aligned them to plunge into each nipple then raised them rapidly above her head, ready to drive the fork into the exposed breast of the defenceless Amazon.

Batgirl decided it was now or never to make her own play for freedom. Fighting the lasso with every breath to get the words out in time, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“NO!!!!CHARITY, WAIT!!!!!Y-YOUR- YOUR BIKES...!!!” she cried breathlessly, her young breasts heaving with the exertion of fighting the lariat of truth.

Charity froze for a moment “Well, acdtually my lovely rodendt we’re more bi-sexuald”  her broken nose slurring her words again until she clicked it painfully back into place, making her eyes water.

“No Char, she said ‘BIKES’ not ‘DYKES’. So what about them Batface?”

“I…I saw them outside…I..I’ll race you, my Batcycle against any…any one of yours….for her life….”

The young Gothamite nodded her head up, as best she was able, to indicate Wonder Woman’s prone body.

“Hmmmnnnn. Nice idea, but what’s in it for us? We got you two already. Sure we could find your bike nearby if we looked. You win, you save her, what happens if we win?”

“I…IF you win…” she swallowed hard “I- I’ll give myself to you….willingly” Batgirl shuddered at the thought. Batgirl was in no doubt that the race would never take place or if it did the sisters would cheat or sabotage her in some way. This was her ploy, that if they did accept it she would at least be temporarily freed and so stand a slightly better chance of taking them on than she would if tied down.

Charity pondered, tapping the pitchfork lightly against her lips . “Hmmmn. I kinda like that….” Then her face hardened. “But ya know, after what you done to me…” she indicated her broken nose and two black eyes- “it ain’t gonna be no happy ending for you, right?”

Batgirl nodded grimly, tight lipped.

“But you’d give your word, you’d do whatever we say, no resistance?” Batgirl again nodded.

“I dunno Char,” began Faith, uncertainly, before her older sister silenced her with a scathing look.

“That’s right , YOU don’t know, which is why I  do the thinking for us. " She turned to Batgirl "So you’ll go along with anything we say? Like rob a store, or fuck her brains out or something?” Charity asked, jerking a thumb at Wonder Woman. Batgirl was filled with revulsion by her words. But she nodded.

“If you win the race fairly, I’ll….I’ll obey your commands” said Batgirl.
She was certain the sisters had no intention of letting the race happen fairly, but then, she too had no intention of letting the race happen at all.

"Ok, biker chick. Let's race. Hope, untie her" said Charity. 

another great chapter, wonder woman was defeated by sisters Grace

Part 31

 Wonder  Woman’s escape attempt has been thwarted, overwhelmed by the three sisters and the cowardly use of chloroform in an attack from behind. In a desperate bid to save the life of her stricken ally, Batgirl has suggested a race between herself and  Charity on her Batcycle and Charity’s Wildcat, with the prize of Wonder Woman’s life. But for Batgirl it is just a ploy to try and break free. But the Grace sisters too, have no intention of letting the race go ahead….


 As Hope untied Batgirl, Faith raised an objection to Charity’s racing plan. “Char, what the hell are ya doin’? We got ‘em both anyways. Big deal if that little whore gives herself to us to use – we can make her do anything we want anyways, just torture her or threaten her pal there. This is a crock…”

“Don’t worry sis, its all under control” she winked to her sister on the side of her face  away from Batgirl. “You“ she addressed the young crimefighter finally free of the binding lasso, “get dressed.”

“Char…” Faith began again before her sister cut her short.

“You,“ Charity addressed her younger sister “Faith, get that combine working in the other barn, we may have a need for it later. Not just yet, help guard her first, when we walk to the bikes” she stopped Faith walking out and gestured with her eyes for her to pick up ‘Babe Faith’, her childhood baseball bat. Faith did so with a bewildered sigh and an exasperated shrugged gesture, that silently said ‘What the fuck is going on?'. Charity just answered with a knowing smile.

“I got the blades spinning yesterday, but the gear box is fucked,it turns over, but she won’t go anywhere at the moment, so are we gonna need the engine?” Faith asked.

“Well you kept that quiet. No, just the rotating blades should be fine. How come you never said?” asked a delighted Charity, clapping her hands in glee.

“Just got bored yesterday, before we went to the warehouse. Fixed it while you went to get that searchlight. You know I like tinkering with stuff. But that engine…that’s more fucked than she is. Or just was anyways” she smirked as she gestured at Batgirl, who heard her and clamped her mouth tight in anger, biting back a response. “You missing me cutie pie?” she laughed as Batgirl ignored her. “You know Char, I hadn’t finished with her …”

“Relax . You can carry on after the ‘race’” she said with a mocking smile.

Faith frowned, still slightly bewildered, but hefted her bat, standing casually one hand on her hip, with the bat balanced across her shoulder in the other hand, its end behind her head. She watched as Batgirl pulled her Batsuit back on, slipping her slender legs into it first before hauling it up to her hips, wiggling slightly to get the material over her waist. Then the young heroine slipped her arms into the sleeves, pulling the purple suit back on, struggling slightly to fasten up her back, her twisting posture aggravating her injured side once more. She stepped once more back into her discarded boots and pulled on her gloves. As she stretched the last gauntlet taut she finally felt a little more at ease.  

Hope coiled up the golden rope “I wanted my songs…” she said quietly to a room that ignored her as she bobbed up and down to  Britney Spears’ ‘Toxic’ on the radio.” Da-duddle –dada-dum, der-der dum” she sang along quietly.

“OK, Bat-tits, pick up Wonder Whore there and take her to the other barn” barked Charity.

“She’s no whore!” spat Batgirl defiantly, eyes blazing at the insult. But carrying Wonder Woman’s body wasn’t something she had bargained for. She thought she would be free to make a move against the sisters outside the barn, away from the workbench with the tools and weapons. She had hoped she could make a stand in the doorway, but if she was carrying Wonder Woman, that changed everything.

“We ain’t no debating society, honey. Just do it.” Charity leaned forward and lightly tapped the back of her hand against Batgirl’s injured ribs.

“AHHHH!” gasped the young law upholder, as pain wracked her body, all strength leaving her as she sagged back against the conveyor, gasping for breath. She realized she was in much worse shape than she had imagined.

Charity laughed when she saw her suffering. “Ohhh, poor little you. You’re gonna really struggle sitting on a bike.” She watched callously , as, gasping with the effort, the young heroine struggled to stand shakily back on her feet. Batgirl looked bitterly at the elder Grace sister, before limping over toward Wonder Woman’s unconscious body, each step and each breath agony for her.

 She groaned as she first checked Wonder Woman was still breathing then hauled her up, one arm held by the wrist and looped behind Batgirl’s neck, whilst Batgirl awkwardly slipped her right arm around Wonder Woman’s waist. She tottered on her feet barely able to support the weight of the bigger woman, as the Amazon’s head lolled onto her chest. She managed a few faltering steps, but it was obvious that with her injury she could not carry the burden.

“I-I can’t…” she gasped through a grimace of pain.

“Well tough shit Bat-tits because ‘Y-you gotta’”Charity, laughed mocking her. She watched as the young defender of justice took a further few tottering steps passed her, struggling with the large body, Wonder Woman’s toes scraping along the metal grille on the floor as Batgirl desperately tried to support her weight.

“She hits the floor, an’ you both die…” Charity said cruelly, forcing her to try and struggle on. She waited until the two heroines were passed her before she looked from them to the bat Faith carried ,then to Faith herself. She then tossed her head at Batgirl, indicating her intention. Faith frowned, hefting the bat with a quizzical look, to which Charity repeated her sequence of nods and stares, then nodded emphatically when Faith again raised her eyebrows questioningly. Faith let out a long sigh and stepped forward.

 Batgirl was in agony, as each step forward was a mountain climb for her. The pain was coursing through her ribs and left side, her breathing short and sharp, tears of pain pricking her eyes as she fought to make the possible safety of the doorway. Hope was backing off ahead of her and she had no idea what the other two sisters were up to behind her, but she knew she couldn’t carry her much farther. The doorway was some five or six feet away but with her smaller strides due to the pain, that was perhaps some ten steps. She didn’t think she could make it. As she struggled forward she formulated a plan of attack; she had to let go of Wonder Woman in order to do anything, which meant she was going to hit the floor regardless.

Better then, that her fall serve some purpose. Batgirl decided she would feign a stumble, before stepping suddenly forward towards Hope then hurling the Amazon’s body into her. Hope’s body would cushion the Amazon’s fall. Then she would make for the doorway before turning to face th- Batgirl’s world went black as the floor rushed up to meet her. She literally never knew what hit her as she collapsed, dropping Wonder Woman’s body beneath her as she toppled forward, landing face down in the cleavage of the Amazon.

Faith exhaled loudly, before returning the bat to its resting place, across her shoulder and behind her neck. “Wanna tell me, WHAT-THE FUCK-IS- GOING-ON?” she asked her elder sister.

Charity toe-poked the slumped form of the heroine at her feet. Batgirl’s body started to roll slightly before settling back into position.  Satisfied she was out cold Charity looked up. “No way that cripple could ride a bike. She knew it too. She just wanted to be untied to try something.Just wanted to give the bitch that glimmer of hope before I snatched it away again.”

“You’re really quite mean” said Hope simply. ”Why did she want a glimmer of me though?”

Faith ignored her. “Why let her get dressed though? I mean, what the fuck…?”

“Like you said we can make the bitch do anything now to keep her buddy there alive… I just figured…why don’t we get her to strip for us? Really humiliate her…” Charity said with a sadistic smile.

“Oh…oh…okay, that’s different. But I still can’t see why I couldn’t have finished fucking her over with that drilldo first….” Said Faith, somewhat placated.

 “Look at it this way sis… now, you get to do it all over again….” Charity pointed out with a grin.

“Mmmmnnn.” Faith squatted, stroking the upturned cheek of Batgirl with the back of her fingers.“That has its charms. This one had quite a tight, cute little pussy. Bet she’d seen some slutty action in her time though.”

“But what abou-OH! OH! That’s me! I’m on!” Hope jumped up and down clapping excitedly as the DJ on the radio’s voice cut in.

“-ope Grace with some requests on our triple play power hour…er…Cathy? Cathy my producer ladies and gentlemen … Cathy is this right? We had it by text or phonecall? TEXT…er…OK…not sure what to make of this…<cough> Ok, erm, not sure if this is from a little girl who should be in bed or whether autocorrect has just played hell with your message, Hope”

“That’s me again!” shouted Hope excitedly.

The DJ continued “erm…soooo I’ll just read it verbatim…its says “We got WombatWomanGirl at our old farm so play them songs about heroes “ Not sure what you quite mean there by Wombat WomanGirl but anyways, its our triple play and you list “We Don’t Need Another Hero” by that Tim Turner fella’ those are her words folks and Hope Grace if you’re listening its TINA Turner, “No More Heroes Anymore” by ..er..you have ‘them English Murderers band’…I think you mean Brit punk inheritors ‘the Stranglers’ there, Miss Grace and finally, you got …er..’Heroes and Villains’ by as you put it “those surfy guys” sorry Brian Wilson…that’s the Beach Boys Hope, BUT then you say…and I quote folks…”Cos that’s about them an’ us as we are the villains an’ tonight we’re gonna kill ’em dead” er…not sure what you mean by that. Then you just say “from Hope Grace at the old Grace Farm out near the Arkham Turnpike…” Sooo…what you make of that, Cathy? Er… yeah…I think so too…we..er..we ain’t got all those records to hand and er…we had a Beach Boys medley earlier…so er… we’re gonna…yeah, we’re gonna play a heroes song for ya but this is “I Need a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler…er don’t worry folks we’ll …er…we’ll look into that last request and get back to ya..”

Faith switched the radio off angrily “Hope, what the hell did you do that for?!!! You told ‘em where we are and that we got, what was it? WOMBAT WOMAN GIRL?!!! JESUS CHRIST!!”

“It weren’t my fault, the phone wrote it that, that Wombat thing all on its own.. when- when I typed the message in earlier” said Hope tearfully “an’, an’ now you turned off my music…”

Charity stormed over to her. ”Where is the phone that you used? WHERE?!!!” she bellowed making Hope jump as she pointed silently to the workbench where a cell phone lay. Charity stomped over, snatched it up then walked back to where the circular saw blade was embedded in the conveyor. She made a point of holding the cell up for Hope to see.

“Er, Char…” Began Faith, but Charity cut her short.

“SHUT UP! You were always trying to protect her as a kid. Dad filled your head with all that ‘Where there’s Faith, there’s Hope’ crap!! You see this, Dumbo? “ She addressed Hope. “Well, say goodbye to it!!!” as she smashed the cellphone screen into the buzz saw blade before throwing the phone to the floor and repeatedly jumping and stamping on it, leaving it in a myriad of pieces.

“Er, Char…?” Faith tried again.

“WHAT?!!! WHAT NOW?? “ Charity bellowed.

“It’s Hope, Char… we don’t let her have a phone of her own, remember…and I got mine right here…” Faith’s voice trailed off.
There is a very long silence as Charity, breathing heavily through her nose, slowly digested the information. She looked at Faith…then Hope… then the shattered bits of cellphone.

“So.” She said quietly. “Hope…who’s phone did you use to text the radio station?”

“I put it back where I found it…” said Hope nervously.

Charity bit her lip, nodded to herself before glaring at both sisters.”I just trashed my own phone, didn’t I? Well that’s just FUCKING SUPER!!!!” she swung a kick at her youngest sister who deftly dodged out of the way.

“Whoa,whoa WHOA!! Char, CHAR!!! Char, calm down. Look, if the cops weren’t on their way before, they are now.  We gotta kill these two and skedaddle, right? Ain’t we? Just calm down, then, ‘cos we need to get outta here, right? We’ll lug these two to the combine in the other barn, slice em up, then shoot off on the bikes, yeah? We’re way outta town here, we got best part of an hour, I figure, before a cruiser shows and even then we can just go across country on the bikes and  they can’t chase us.

 They got nothing to go on, save a goofy message, so they won’t take it too serious, they’ll just send someone out to investigate is all. So, we off these two bitches, then we’re away, yeah? Yeah?”

Charity, looked daggers at a still wary Hope, then reluctantly nodded. “Let’s get on with it. Hope, you take Bat Boobs here. Faith, you and I will take Wonder Whore. Then Hope, you come back and round up all the stuff from the belts, while we tie them up, ok? The knives and all that shit, yeah? Think you can handle that?”

Hope nodded. “Oh, shall I bring THE-ROPE-OF-TRUUUUUUUUUUUUTH too?” she said with a mock voice of doom, not unlike the ‘Pigs in Spaaaaaaaaace’ man from the Muppet Show.

“What?” said Charity, looking blankly at Faith who just shrugged.

“I said, shall I bring THE-ROPE-OF-TRUUUUUUUUUUUUTH too?” Hope repeated, slightly exasperated.

“What the hell are you talking about?” asked Faith.

Hope sighed, wearily. “Ya know, that golden rope thing. When we put it on her, it was like she had to tell the truth, so THE-ROPE-OF-TRUUUUUUUUUUUUTH. So, shall I bring it?”

Faith was staring slowly at Charity who in turn was staring back.

“I-knew –it-did-that!” Faith said too quickly, in a rather unconvincing way, her eyes looking shiftily from Charity to Hope.  

“Yeah….”said Charity, staring at Hope. “Yeah…I …I..er…knew that too.”

“So do I bring it or what?” said Hope impatiently. “You can ask her all about that slutty action you thought she had had.”

“Er…yeah, Hope. Yeah, you ..er…you bring that …er..Rope of Truth….” Said Charity, still slightly shocked as she stared at Faith. Both slowly turned to look at Hope.

Hope slowly had an inkling something was a foot.

“What?” she said innocently.

another great chapter of this saga, unfortunately this saga is coming to an end. Looking forward to reading the next chapter

Fun story!!

Part 32

Batgirl's desperate plan, to try and make a stand against the sisters in the doorway, has failed, cruelly ended before it began with a callous blow from behind rendering her senseless. But protected from a fractured skull by the metal skull cap in her cowl, which doubles as a crash helmet when she is on her Batcycle, she is not as deeply under as the sisters believe...


"You killed her?" asked Charity, matter-of-fact-ly.

"Nope, she's a tough kid." said Faith, squatting by the crumpled bodies of the two fallen heroes. Batgirl was lying sprawled on her injured left side, her right arm draped across the back of the Amazon's shoulders, the back of her hand flat to her skin, her face crumpled against Wonder Woman's bosom.

Faith flicked the hem of Batgirl's cape aside, revealing the tight purple fabric, stretched smooth over the twin curves of her ass cheeks. She patted the peachy little butt affectionately.

"She'd make a great little fuck-buddy if she wasn't such a do-gooder" she said wistfully. She stroked her fingers and then the back of her hand against the rounded curve of the right cheek, before cupping it gently with a soft sigh. "What a waste...." she squeezed the cheek softly with one hand, the other draped over her own knee at the wrist, the fingers hanging limply as she squatted.

She shook her head slightly, catching Charity's eye as she mouthed silently 'ROPE OF TRUTH?' with wide eyes to which her sister answered with a mouthed 'I know!' and a 'go figure' gesture. She finally gripped the butt, shaking it back and forth as she rose and released it, standing hands on hips to face her older sister. "C'mon, we'd better hustle, thanks to Dopey Hopey there, the cops could be on their way already." 

"Hey! " cried Hope indignantly, but she tailed off, knowing she was responsible for telling the DJ their whereabouts. "I just wanted my songs...." she mumbled to herself as she set Buckety upright, dropping some of the items back into it and moved to give Faith a hand picking up Batgirl.

Wonder Woman meanwhile slowly became aware of a weight draped over her and something warm and wet pressing against her chest. She was a seasoned enough crimefighter to know not to look around immediately. Aware of voices in the room, she kept her eyes closed as she listened, only a slight flutter of her eyelids betraying her awake status, but as she was lying face down this went unnoticed by the sisters. She could feel the cold metal and regular spaces of what must be the metal grille. She was untied, lying on her right side, her arm pinned beneath her body. She could feel a very gentle, soft warm breeze intermittently caress a point on her breast, and she realized it must be someone's breath. The likeliest candidate, given its resemblance to the gentle rhythms of someone sleeping, was that it was Batgirl. It's close proximity to the patch of warm wetness at her chest must mean it was her mouth, which in turn meant Batgirl's face was partially buried in her cleavage, and therefore the weight lying partially across her legs and back must be the crimefighter's body. She was at least still alive. Wonder Woman recalled the chloroform, pressed down on her whilst she was sprawled on the conveyor belt...then nothing.
The chloroform, though ostensibly potent, had been stored for years in the jar whose rubber seal at the lid had long since perished, allowing the chloro-methane vapours to build up and then seep away as the contents slowly dried and evaporated under the varying climate of the barn over the years. The initial sniff when the lid was opened promised much, but the reality was a fairly lacklustre knock out potion. It had had its initial effect on the Amazon, but that effect had not lasted long. She heard the sisters discussing moving them. She could not afford to let herself get bound again. She could still feel the very tangible rings of the Batcuffs at each wrist; she had only managed to break them due to her weakening them when she had worn her belt. Without her belt now, if she allowed them to put a second pair on her....she didn't think she would ever be able to get loose.She didn't want to get separated from her unconscious young ally, but also she reasoned she may have a better chance of surprising them while they were moving her.
She recalled with concern that Batgirl had seemed injured somehow, a large bruise below her left breast the visible sign of her discomfort. Given that, and her unconscious state at the moment, it was safest to assume that she was on her own in any fight. She still needed to get her belt back off Hope if she were to stand any chance when outnumbered 3-1.  She decided to play possum, at least until they lifted her up, as that would save her valuable seconds. But if they tried to bind or cuff her, her hand would be forced and she would have to make a break for her belt immediately.

As Hope grabbed Batgirl by the ankles so Faith gripped her beneath her arms. Faith barely lifted the unconscious crimefighter, instead allowing Hope to drag her backwards her face falling to the metal grille, her lipstick and saliva smeared across Wonder Woman's right breast. She released the arms as Hope then dropped the legs, Faith squatting beside the forlorn crimefighter. She patted the curve of her butt appreciatively then sighed. "Shame we gonna have to cut her up. C'mon, I'll help you get her up." With Hope, she manhandled the limp body upright, draping her around her sister's shoulders, Hope gripping her by the wrist and slipping an arm around  the young girl's waist. She tottered a little under the dead weight as Batgirl's head dropped to her chest. But the heavy blow from Faith had not had as much effect as they thought. Protected by her steel skull cap embedded in her cowl, the blow had stunned her, but even now she was starting to rally. But she too, knew when to stay silent. As her vision swam  before her, she opened her eyes to see the floor below her, her head angled down upon her chest, aware that one arm was held over someone's shoulder and that she was being half- dragged half- carried by that person. She caught a glimpse of  Wonder Woman's foot; from its position she could see the Amazon must be lying on the floor. Charity's voice could be heard asking for the golden rope, but a voice from beside her ear was adamant, a surprisingly forceful Hope.

"No you ain't! You got all them fancy things in your belts, the 'ROPE-OF-TRUUUUUUTH' is the one that fits on mine! Look its on a li'l clasp an' all" Hope patted the lasso at her hip, releasing her hold on Batgirl's wrist then grabbing it quickly again, as the body started to slip.

"Give-it-to-me." Charity said tersely.

"No-I-will-not." Hope mimicked her.

Faith , ever the diplomat, stepped in. " Let it drift, Char. Look Hope, ya know we gonna need to use your rope thing right?"

"The-ROPE-OF-TRUUUUUUTH" said Hope.

"STOP SAYING THAT, GODDAMIT!" shouted Charity.

"Yeah-yeah-yeah!" said Faith waving her elder sister to be quiet. "You can have it back right, we ain't gonna keep it, we just need to borrow it...ok?"

Hope thought long and hard. "It's still mine?"

"Yep, 100%", said Faith.

"And you're just borrowing it, right?"

"Absolutely!" Faith nodded.

"We-ell...." Hope wavered uncertainly, "I get it back, yeah?"

"Sure!" Faith breathed a relieved sigh as she sensed her sister giving in.

"We-ell....in that case....NO FUCKING WAY!!! IT'S MINE!" cried Hope.

"SON OF A BITCH!" screamed Faith slapping her hands against her thighs, staring exasperatedly at a furious Charity.

Faith , biting her bottom lip, let out a slow controlled breath, calming herself. "Ok. Here's what we will do. When we get to the other barn YOU get to be boss and ask the questions ok?" she addressed Hope.

"And bring Buckety, he's boss too." Hope said petulantly.

"Fine" but Faith, now facing away from Hope mouthed 'we'll grab it later' to Charity.

"Oh yeah? You think your fucking blue bucket is gonna be joint boss with you?" Charity walked over to the pail on the floor, drew her foot back and kicked the blue bucket hard, clean over the conveyor, scattering the remaining contents once more.

"Buckety!" Cried Hope in alarm."He was useful! He could've helped us!"

"Get your goddamn booty to the other barn or I'll fucking kick it there!" snarled the elder sister. "And haul that caped - piece -o'shit with you!" she hollered as Hope bustled passed her with Batgirl; Hope wasn't very bright, but new better than to press her sister when she was in a mood.

"Let's get this one to the shredder on the combine" Charity addressed Faith, kicking Wonder Woman in the thigh as she spoke. The two elder sisters took an arm each and dragged the big Amazon towards the door, face down, her long dark hair falling to the floor as her head dipped. They adjusted their grip, lifting her higher, her toes scraping across the grille. Wonder Woman could see Hope carrying Batgirl just ahead of them, disappearing through the doorway.

She contemplated making a move before the door, but decided against it. She would have no idea what Hope was up to outside, and so it would be better to keep Hope and her belt insight and so within reach.

  As they dragged her out into the courtyard, the cool night air revived her further, its sudden freshness against her warm skin like a cold shower, revitalizing her. A full moon was up, bathing the farmyard in touches of silver-white light. Hope was struggling with Batgirl some fifteen feet away, mumbling disgruntled phrases to herself, as she headed for the older barn.

Wonder Woman noticed to her secret delight that Batgirl was no longer being dragged by Hope but was starting to take stumbling half steps as she was hauled along, indicating she was coming to, a fact missed by the three sisters.Wonder Woman too started to subtly find her feet, a single half step at first, then another then full steps, always keeping her feet behind the sisters view, but gradually taking more of her own weight.

" 'And the moon was a ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas' " said Charity, as she looked up at the night sky wistfully.

"What?" said Faith bewildered as they manhandled the Amazon.

"Dopey Hopey ain't the only one who did a poetry class inside" Charity answered. " Can't remember the next bit though..."

" 'And the road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor' " said a voice.

"Yeah, yeah that was it! " said Charity still looking up at the sky, "but how'd you know that?" as she turned to her sister she saw Faith's equally surprised face as they both realized the voice had come from between them. In that same instant Wonder Woman stood fully, swinging her arms to bring the sisters together with a clatter before her. There was not much force to the collision, little more than a forceful bump, but it caught the sisters by surprise and threw them totally off balance. As they came together, Wonder Woman followed up with a scissors kick, landing her left foot on Charity's breast and her right giving Faith a glancing blow to her chin, sending both sisters stumbling backwards, ahead of the Amazon, towards Hope. She heard the scuffle and turned to view the outcome, as Batgirl seized her chance.

Stiffening as she stood upright she gripped Hope around the neck, twisting the young Grace sisters body backwards over Batgirl's extended leg. Hope let go as she stumbled backwards, but didn't fall to the ground, also taken by surprise. Batgirl steadied herself, her ribs again in agony, as she drew in a long shuddering breath that caused ribbons of fire to rip through her left side. She clutched them in a bid to ease her suffering, gasping with the pain.

Charity grabbed Faith, stopping her from falling. They were surrounded now with Wonder Woman on one side and Batgirl on the other, with a bewildered Hope between Batgirl and the other barn.

"Quick! Use one of them things from the utility belt!" Cried Charity as Faith rubbed her jaw recovering. Faith stiffened in anger as she heard her elder sisters words. "Char...I got a fucking torch!" she spat angrily.

"Well, where's all that other shit?" Charity cried.

"What we hadn't used was in that God-damned bucket!" Faith said with venom "that YOU kicked all over the place."

"Ha! " cried Hope, "I told you we needed to bring Buckety!" she closed in on Batgirl from the rear, who was still bent over slightly, clutching her side. But Batgirl was no novice, and as Hope came in range she lashed out with backwards kick to the stomach that sent her sprawling backwards with a loud "Oooof!"

The effort exhausted her, but Batgirl tried not to let it show as she stood stiffly, barely breathing, hands upon her hips in a defiant pose, pretending all was normal.

The act worked, convincing both Charity and Faith that she was still a force to be reckoned with.

"Oh, shit!" cried Faith. "I say we scoot!" she looked at Charity as Hope wobbled to her feet, unsteadily.

"Hope! Make for the bikes!" Charity cried as they rushed passed Batgirl. She stepped forward to intervene but, hampered by her ribs, the two sisters were quicker. Grabbing her by her forearms as she tried to stop them, Faith spun her around, releasing her into the pursuing Wonder Woman.

The Amazon caught her steadying her by her upper arms. "You ok?" She asked with concern, receiving a pained nod from Gotham's guardian. She released her and started after the sisters as they headed towards their parked motorbikes, only to be stopped in her tracks by a cry from behind her.

"ARGHHH!" screamed Batgirl as she took a step only to collapse as the fiery pain ripped through her once more. "W-wonder Woman!" she gasped as she fell to all fours, her head down panting at her exertions.

Torn between the pursuit of justice and helping her friend, Wonder Woman froze, but only for an instant before heading back to where Batgirl lay.

"Batgirl!" she cried in alarm as she reached her.

"I-I'm...ok...leave me...th-they...they're getting away...." Batgirl whispered between deep gulps of air as she fought the pain.

The sisters had already reached their bikes and even now, Faith was trying to kickstart hers as Charity and Hope sat in their saddles.

"It's ok...they won't get far...I took care of their bikes earlier, loosened a few wires and what-not." Wonder Woman smiled as behind her all three sisters tried in vain to start their machines.

The words hit Batgirl like a hammer. Of course. Why hadn't she thought of that? She'd been too overawed by the mechanical beauty of the machines themselves. It was yet another mistake that she had made this night; like falling asleep for so long; like falling through the hayloft; like losing her belt to these three in the first place and letting them escape. Beneath her cowl, she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She'd behaved like a naive fool, distracted from her job at hand by the equivalent of shiny trinkets. She didn't feel worthy to be in the Amazon's presence.

With Wonder Woman's help, she stood awkwardly, leaning heavily against the larger woman. The Graces finally realized something was amiss and gave up on the bikes.

"Shit. Them bitches have done something! Screw this, let's get to the other barn!" Charity commanded.

"Then what?" said Faith.

"I dunno...but there's gotta be stuff we can use as weapons or something! C'mon!" Charity lead the way as the three villains scuttled over to the other barn and disappeared into the dark interior.

another great chapter by the way the heroines managed to turn the tables

Great stuff tallyho

Fun!!

Part 33

Wonder Woman and Batgirl have broken free at last, whilst the sisters, firmly believing that discretion is the better part of valour, have fled to the second barn after their bikes failed to start, thanks to some motorcycle maintenance by Wonder Woman...



As the sisters disappeared into the gloom, Wonder Woman helped her young ally shakily to her feet. Leaning heavily on the taller woman, it was obvious to both of them that she wouldn't be much use in any confrontation.

"I-I'm ok...ahh!" Batgirl said weakly, blushing with shame at the clear lie.

"You need help" Wonder Woman said simply, torn between the desperate need to get her own belt and lasso back and the need to help the innocent young defender of justice who was so clearly in a great deal of difficulty.  

"Please. They've caused enough trouble. They've already escaped once because of me. We can't let them get away again. I-I'll be ok, just get me to the doorway. I can block their escape whilst you flush them out." Batgirl said bravely, through gritted teeth.

Wonder Woman didn't say anything, she just looked long and hard at the dark entrance way a few metres distant. She wasn't afraid, but equally she wasn't relishing the prospect of taking all three sisters on without her belt, with the likely prospect of all three being armed in some way, plus the very real chance of a surprise attack being sprung on her. No, she wasn't afraid, but she wasn't stupid either. But there was no denying Batgirl was pretty much a liability in her current state.

"I-I can watch your back...unnnggghhh...keep an eye out for trouble." Batgirl smiled weakly as she fought back another wave of pain.

"You're hurt...." Wonder Woman answered uncertainly.

"I'll be fine. I have an infra red visor in my cowl, I can guide you in there. Besides...Take more than... than a- a few bruises to keep me outta the fight" Batgirl spoke with as much bravado as she could muster, but it was obviously a front as her chin quivered as she fought back the tears of pain.

Wonder Woman sighed heavily; she felt she had no choice given the seriousness of the situation, and the very real possibility of losing her belt and lasso. No denying the visor might well prove useful. She was struggling to find words that didn't sound too patronizing to her fellow crimefighter, in the end she settled on "Ok, but be careful. Stay in the doorway and no heroics."
Batgirl looked at her sharply, as if she'd been slapped. "It's what I do...." she said with a forced smile. Wonder Woman squeezed her arm, giving her a grim smile of encouragement and reassurance.

"C'mon, I'll help you into the doorway. But please, take no risks. You're my eyes in there, can't afford to lose you." the Amazon smiled.
Inside the barn, things were ominously quiet. Moonlight flooded in through the doorway, but died in a neat rectangle just inside. Wonder Woman leant Batgirl gently against the side of the doorway outside, then squatted before she cautiously stuck her head low down through the door, quickly, then pulled back, seeing almost nothing except that there was no immediate threat waiting for her either side of the door. She listened, again hearing nothing. She cast a quick glance at Batgirl, who, clutching her side , nodded grimly to indicate she was ready. Wonder Woman stepped inside. She knew better than to silohuette her body in the doorway, and quickly stepped off to her left, into the shadows.  She listened again, still silence. Batgirl positioned herself at the doorway, her body outside, just peaking around the corner with her visor down. The inside was murky and indistinct for a moment, a mass of dark red gloomy shapes that slowly resolved themselves into beams and benches, machinery and vehicles. There were various square blurs that seemed to be old fruit crates stacked everywhere, with the large shape of a combine harvester over to the left. Some wooden pillars intermittently propped up the roof, with some more substantial concrete ones disappearing into the depths of the building. But of the sisters there was no sign. But there were plenty of places they could be hiding. Batgirl swept the interior as much as she was able.

"No sign. Combine is on your left. Lots of crates to your right. Some stripped down vehicle, front and centre. They could be anywheres , but I don't see any movement, so far."  she called to Wonder Woman.

The Amazon nodded to herself, picking out the rough shapes as Batgirl described them. She heard a movement much further back in the interior. As her eyes adjusted she looked for a light switch. Towards the centre of the room, some four steps away, a light cord seemed to be hanging just off centre from the doorway, just a thin pale line of string in the diffused moonlight coming through the doorway.  Wonder Woman left the comparative security of the wall and stepped cautiously towards the light cord. Batgirl had cast a cursory glance up into the rafters as she first stuck her head around the door, seen nothing untoward and thereafter concentrated on looking for ground level dangers. But as Wonder Woman gripped the light cord Batgirl noticed that it went up,  high into the ceiling, disappearing from view. The real light pull was some ten feet beyond the Amazon. Batgirl leaned inside the doorway,looked quickly to her right, flipped the light socket switch on the wall with an audible click, but nothing happened. Wonder Woman turned at the sound, realized what Batgirl had been attempting, and gripped the cord before her. "It's ok," she whispered, "I think  I found it."

"No, Wonder Woman!" Batgirl called in warning but it was too late.

She pulled down hard on the cord. Again there was a click, but no lights came on. In the same instant, Charity's voice emerged from the darkness."Ya know how they collected the fruit on this farm? They used NETS!" 

Too late Wonder Woman realised the significance of her words, as suddenly she was engulfed in layer after layer of fine mesh nets, some twenty or so of them. They had hung amongst the rafters where they had last been put to dry and now freed from their dangling prison, gravity sped the dust laden twine earthwards, smothering the law upholder.

"AAAAGGGHH! NO!" She cried desperately, as the surprise of their arrival shocked her at first, bending her under their weight initially, before she steadied and straightened herself.

Individually, they were nothing,  but as her fingers grasped and clawed at the thin nylon strands, heavily laden with dust, some broke and some held meaning her frantic actions only ensnared her more as the fine filaments snagged on her tiara, her fingers, her feet. She started to panic slightly as she could feel herself losing the battle to stay upright under the restrictive weight that limited her movement, her every twist and turn in the darkness enveloping her all the more.

"Wonder Woman!" cried Batgirl as, clutching her left side with her right arm she took several faltering steps towards her ally. A second cord was pulled, this time by Faith, and another cluster of fruit nets fell about her, snagging on the ears of her cowl, catching underfoot and pinning her right arm against her side. In the same instant the lights came on, dazzling her.She barely had time to raise her left hand, flicking her visor back in place, before her fingers hooked like claws through the gaps in the net as it draped over her forearm, her head and her shoulders.

"Ahhh! No! W-wonder Woman! H-help me..I-I'm caught! I- I CAN'T BREAK FREE!" she cried desperately, vaguely aware of three figures quickly emerging from the shadows as her attention was focussed on the nets that enveloped her.

"Ughhhh! Me-me too, Batgirl!' Wonder Woman cried as the sisters surrounded her, pulling down on the nets and slowly dragging her down, forcing her to bend at the hip then drop to a knee, all the while the sisters countering any movement gained in one part of her body by limiting it elsewhere. Finally, Charity viciously kicked her on her shoulder as the other two gathered in more of the net, pinning her to the ground in a foetal position, on her side, her fingers hooked through the small gaps, her eyes wide with frustration and despair. Her struggles lessened as her movement was restrained until final she was pinned helpless to the floor. The whole process had taken mere moments. Faith sat unceremoniously on Wonder Woman's hip, patting her ass affectionately as she gazed down at the powerless Amazon. With her belt , she would have been free in an instant. Without it, she was a helpless prisoner.

" Hang tight there, toots, we'll have you out o' there in a jiffy" Faith laughed as Wonder Woman squirmed and twisted, a grimace of frustration on her beautiful face.

Meanwhile, Hope and Charity sauntered over to Batgirl, who in her weakened state was struggling to even stand beneath the weight of the nets. On either side of her they hooked their fingers through, pulling down and inexorably dragging the defiant defender of the city down with them, inch by resisting inch, ever lower, the compression of her side sending pain ripping through her, sapping her strength with fresh agony. Finally, she too sank to her knees, her arms helplessly pinned to her slender body, her cape, normally a defensive asset, now enwrapped most of her torso up like a shroud.

Her proud eyes blazed with impotent defiance from beneath her cowl as, tight lipped, she breathed heavily through her nose, her nostrils flaring in rage as she glared up at Charity, who stood hands on shapely hips before her, a cruel smile of triumph on her face. Hope squatted confidently beside the heroine having gathered up any slack in the nets, her own body weight limiting any movement even further.

"You gals ain't too hot on this 'hero-saves-the-day' stuff, are ya?" Charity crowed. She raised a foot to Batgirl's shoulder and pushed her back slowly, until she inevitably fell over.

"They hung the nets up there in layers to dry, all strung up and ready to be lowered at the pull of a cord. All we could do to stop this one-" she tossed her head to indicate Hope "- from bringing it down ontop of us."

"Char, cops 'll be here soon...we ain't got time for speeches...gonna have to kill 'em quick" Faith pointed out.

"True. Thanks to some dumb bitch mouthing off to the radio station." Hope guiltily refused to meet her gaze, looking off to the side of her sister like a Spaniel who had  been caught eating a birthday cake. If she stayed still, and didn't make a sound, maybe they wouldn't know it was her....

" We got other problems. Faith go see if you can fix the bikes. Me an' the Wonder Child there" Charity nodded towards Hope, sarcastically,
"will tie these two up for the shredder" she flicked her head towards the blades of the harvester. Faith stood, then crouched over Wonder Woman and delivered two short , sharp punches, before she stood and delivered a swift kick to the defenceless heroine's jaw,rendering her senseless. The law defender stiffened for a moment before she slumped immobile beneath the nets.

"YOU COWARDS!!" cried Batgirl tearfully as she saw the once mighty Amazon succumb to the blows. Charity merely smiled down at her, drawing her own foot back.

Then everything went black.

I think that the heroines were already on edge, but these sisters have plans for all times

Part 34

Batgirl and Wonder Woman have chased the sisters to the other barn only to have been captured in the dark interior by the Graces. Helpless to defend themselves as they are snared in the fruit nets, the Grace girls disable the heroines with a flurry of blows rendering them senseless…

Batgirl came to with a multitude of sensations hitting her all at once. She could feel the intense pain in her left side from her damaged ribs and also the stinging numbness at her jaw and lip where Faith had kicked her unconscious. A slightly salty taste in her mouth spoke of a little blood.But overriding both of these sources of pain was a bizarre tingling sensation wrapping itself around her body. As she awoke, her head snapped upright. Gone was her careful rousing of her senses to make herself aware of her surroundings. Her head jerked up against her will and she realised then,  that the strange, debilitating sensation came from her being tied with Wonder Woman’s lasso. She had felt its power earlier, when it was twined around her hands and feet as she was tied to the table. Then, with an immense force of will she had been able to resist its powers to a degree. But now it was not on her extremities, but wrapped tightly around her breasts and arms, coiled several times around her body down to her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. She was sitting upright on the floor, her elegant legs stretched out before her in the skin-tight Batsuit.  She realised that the surface pressing against her back was warm and breathing, obviously that of her ally in crimefighting. But with the lasso binding her she was completely unable to move her head even an inch to confirm her ideas. Terrifyingly, she realised her will was not her own. Her breathing was ragged and painful where the golden thread pressed against her injured side, the pain causing low, shuddering breaths to engulf her body, almost as if she were a sobbing child. She could just about swallow, her dry mouth welcoming the warm saliva against her parched pallet. That was the only relief her predicament offered her. Even moving her eyes around the room took effort and an energy she barely possessed after her ordeal. Her lack of control of her own body was frightening to her. What torment would this situation hold for her? As she stared straight ahead wide eyed beneath her cowl, fighting to even roll her eyes and take in her predicament fully, she could only wonder what they were going to do to her, and what they may have already done to Wonder Woman. She realised she could hear a loud, slow whirring noise off to her right, and with a supreme effort managed to glance far enough around to see a flash of the whirling rotary blades on the front of the combine harvester. Her head was frozen rigid and try as she might she could barely get it to twitch even a millimetre in the right direction. She felt despair well up within her like a rising water level, sweeping upwards from her gut and culminating in a tense painful gulp at her throat.

Her awakening did not go unnoticed by the sisters.

“Well,well,well. Sleeping beauty is back with us. Just in time for the grand finale. You, little Batbitch are gonna tell us who the hell you are, what you do, and a few sexual secrets just for our amusement. Then, of course, you are going to be stripped of your mask. I’m sorry to say we aint gonna film it but at least we three get to know who the fuck you are. But don’t worry, we’re gonna drop you in that thresher so you won’t have to live with the shame for long!” Charity taunted her. "You came here as Batgirl, but you’ll die here as just some dumb little fuckbunny who thought she’d play at fighting crime. We gotta get a move on though, time’s a-wastin’, cops gotta be en route soon, even O’Hara’s bozos will finally get around to checking that radio show tip off out.” She kicked Wonder Woman in her thigh, eliciting a low groan.

 “Hey! HEY, Wonder Fucker! Wake up! Can’t have you dying in your sleep!” She kicked her again, rousing the Amazon, who, after briefly stirring slowly, suddenly snapped her head upright to stare straight ahead. Unlike Batgirl, at least she was aware of what was happening to her, and what the lasso was  fully capable of. But she still found the situation no-less dreadful than the young Guardian of Gotham did.

 She gritted her teeth in a grim gesture of defiance, her superior physicality and Amazon training  allowing her at least some modicum of movement, all be it very minor.

“Hey, you said I was in charge and could ask stuff!” Hope exclaimed pushing in front to stand before Batgirl.

“Sure. Just nothing fucking dumbass and make it quick. We got about half an hour I reckon, maybe less. Ten minutes to quiz ‘em. Ten minutes to watch em get sliced ‘n’diced. Ten minutes to get away cross country on the bikes.” Charity answered. “You have fixed the bikes, yeah?” she asked Faith.

“Yeah, they’d just loosened a few leads. All done. Don’t know how long the blade motor is gonna work on that thing though, so make it snappy. Think its Dad’s old one, can’t see ‘em using a combine on a fruit farm, so its gotta be like 30 years old.” Faith said, gesturing at the rotating thresher blades at the front of the combine.

Hope cleared her throat. “Ok, question number one, and this one is for Batgirl,-“

“For Chrissakes Hope , it ain’t no god-damned quiz show! Just ask ‘em!” Faith chided.

“Ok, What’s the capi-“ Hope began

“And no stupid geography ones neither!” Faith added.

Hope huffed and tutted. “Okay, Batgirl…who are you? I mean, like really?”

Batgirl felt an irresistible force grip her body. Her mind, for a brief instant was no longer hers. She felt an overwhelming compunction to answer the question truthfully, even though she knew it would be revealing her secret identity. Torn between the urge to answer and the desperate need not to, she tried to fight against the inevitable, but slowly inexorably, the words that made up her most precious secret started to tumble from her lips.

“I-I….I’m….I…my….my…my name is…Barbera…”she gasped her face contorting as she fought to stay silent “Ba-Barbera….G-Gordon.” She slumped with the effort of resistance but only for an instant, before the lasso snapped her head upright again, a glassy stare over her eyes. Batgirl, expressionless outside, was inwardly aghast. It was as if she were trapped inside her own body, unable to resist the strange power that engulfed her, much stronger now that the lasso was wrapped around her true heart. She found the experience terrifying. This was a nightmare, an almost living death for her.

She felt true despair grip her. She could not move to escape, she could not keep silent. She was almost panic stricken, her heart racing, as wide eyed beneath her cowl she fought for even the tiniest measure of control.

From being a confident young woman, proud of her abilities, dedicated to a strict training regime designed to hone her body physically and her brain mentally to perfection, she had been reduced to this; beaten and bruised, bound and captive and now little more than an immobile, impotent mannequin, incapable of free thought.

“You know her?” Charity asked as Faith shook her head in reply. “Shit. Me neither. Who are you Barbie, whatchya do? You still a virgin, honey?”

“Hey I ask the questions!” Hope cut in angrily before turning to their prisoners. “Ok, what do you do then Barbera Gordon? “ She turned back to Charity. “You really want to ask if she gave birth to Jesus? I thought that was Mary.”

“I-I work at the Gotham City Central Library” Batgirl answered.

Charity sighed heavily and just shook her head angrily at Hope. “No dipshit, that’s – oh, forget it. Christ, a librarian! A fucking librarian, like from a library! Go figure!”

“So, you take it up the ass, bitch?” Faith sniggered. “Ever had hot, steamy sex with some jock in amongst the bookshelves?”

“No.” Batgirl answered, inwardly ashamed, desperate for it to end.

“I’m in charge! I ask her stuff! You said!” Hope was getting tearful.

“Shit, go ahead. Ask her about the joys of a hexa-decimal filing system…” Faith said drily.

Hope frowned, then ignored her. “This is for Wonder Woman. Are you really as wonderful as you make out and they say in the ‘papers?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Charity threw her arms wide.

“I –I have a degree of magical powers , w-which most would consider wonderful” the Amazon answered.

“Ask about who she is, what she does!” Faith urged her younger sibling.

“Ok, then, I shall.” Hope coughed again, importantly, to clear her throat. “Ok, Wonder Woman. Who are you, where do you work aaaaaaaaaaand……have yooooooooou……ever……I dunno. Had to run for a bus?”

“Oh, why didn’t Dad get a vasectomy after you? “ Charity asked Faith as she gestured at Hope, while Faith just shook her head in amusement.

“M-my name is Diana……Diana….Prince. I work for the IADC in a building  in the government quarter on the corner of Carter and Addison. Yes, I have had to run for a bus” Wonder Woman answered stiffly.

“Well how about that, huh? See, it was a good question.” Hope beamed triumphantly.

“You heard of her either?” Charity ignored her and asked Faith, who again shook her head. “Big deal, she works in some government job. It’d be cool if she was a practical quality tester for Trojans or something, but a freaking civil servant? Whoopee-do. And a fucking librarian. Jesus.”

“Just fucking non-entity do-gooders, the pair of ‘em.  Well this was a crock.” Faith sighed heavily, before leaning to stare into Wonder Woman’s vacant eyes. “You give good head, honey? SHUSH YOU!” she silenced Hope’s bleating.

“I –I don’t administer oral sexual intercourse…..” the warrior for justice said in a monotone, though inwardly she was seething at the humiliation both of that question and of being forced to reveal her name by the power of her own lasso.

“Oooooo get her! ‘I don’t administer oral sexual intercourse’, stuck up bitch!” Faith mocked her. “Well, twenty questions is over ladies, time we off-ed these two prissy bitches before the real law gets here. I had a look earlier, there’s that ratcheted hoist  in the ceiling, must’ve been used to swap the rotary blades , lift ‘em out and pop in new ones. Thing is though, we’ll have to untie ‘em again as we don’t want that golden rope –“

“The Rope-of-Truuuuuuuuuth” said Hope in her voice of doom.

“Yeah that-“Faith continued wearily “ we don’t want it chopped up, that’s our meal ticket. Can find out all sorts of juicy goss with that thing.”

“I can, you mean.” said Hope. “Its mine. You got them Bat belt things.”

“Er, yeah. Sure, I mean you can. That’s what I mean, we mean, aint it Char?” Faith made eyes to her older sister, who picked up on her intent.

“Oh yeah, you-er, you got the rope thing and we got the Bat gadget stuff, yeah, that was the deal. But of course as we are all sisters, you can have a go on the Bat rope and stuff., anytime you want. And so it goes without saying you wouldn’t mind if me an’ Faith borrowed it now and again, right?” Charity tried to sweet talk her.

“I guess….”said Hope uncertainly. “But it will always be mine though”

“Sure thing.” Faith gave Hope two lengths of rope coiled on the floor. “Look, take this old rope and tie them up separately, we’ll drop them into the blades one at a time. BUT MAKE SURE YOU TIE THE ROPE AROUND BOTH OF ‘EM FIRST , yeah? Then you can untie the gold rope.” Faith said pointedly. She gestured with a dip of her head for her and Charity to move away out of earshot.

“You trust her with that? “Charity asked with concern.

“Sure, its Hope-  locks ‘n’ knots is all the kid can do, plus we’ll keep her in sight. I just need a quick word.” Faith led her sister further back into the barn as Hope looped the old rope around first Batgirl, then Wonder Woman, leaving the Golden Lariat in place around both of them.

“Char, we ain’t got much time now, we can’t have one of her tantrums. We play it cool. I’d like to pump those two for all they know but fact is we got nailed once blabbermouth tipped off the radio station. But that rope is a licence to print money.” Faith whispered conspiratorially.

“Yeah, we can get safe combinations , get them to say where they hid valuables, hell, we can even tell if a boyfriend’s been cheating on us.” Charity smiled.

“But we can’t do it tonight, is my point.” stressed Faith.  “We just have to be happy with cutting them up. Then once we’re away from here, we can swap it or con her out of it or something. HOPE! Hope, just tie Batgirl’s wrists, uncoil it around her, leave her body open to the blades,  we’ll lower her into the combine using the winch. The other one, well we can let her watch her little fuck buddy die and then just push her into the path of the blades.” Faith turned back to Charity , still keeping a wary eye on her little sister. “I know you got a score to settle with that Bat cow.” She gestured towards Charity’s broken nose.  “What I thought is, we could unmask her just before you get to lower her into the blades. If she’s wearing a mask it’s ‘cos someone will recognise her, right? Even if we don’t know who the hell she is, her keeping it a secret from someone still matters to her, right? So we take that from her. We can film it on our cell….- er my cell phone. Cool?”

“Yeah! I like that” Charity beamed.

“SO just take it easy with Hope and the rope , ok? It’s a pain I know, but we ain’t got time to fuck about asking them questions. We know who they are and the world will get to watch ‘em scream, yeah? Not a bad night’s work, we just play it cool with Hope, let her play boss and get our hands on it some other time, yeah? Great!” Faith exclaimed as Charity nodded. But they weren’t the only ones having a conversation out of earshot.

 As  Hope tied the rope around Wonder Woman and finally slipped the lasso free, the Amazon exhaled deeply. Seeing the older sisters were some distance away she decided to try a little psychology.

“You know , they probably are gonna take that nice gold rope of yours. That’s what they are talking about now. That’s why they didn’t want you to hear.” The Amazon said very quietly to Hope.

“They aint.” Hope said uncertainly.

“You know if you put the rope around them when they come back you could find out…”

“Shut up….they is my sisters…” Hope said , but the seed of doubt was nicely planted.

 “And I bet they told all kinds of fibs to you , when you were growing up. Bet they swapped any cool stuff you had and they took it. Now you could ask them all about it just by wrapping them in that rope….”

“You shut up…I’m in charge, you don’t tell me what to do.” But Hope was clearly giving it some thought.  

Batgirl sat slumped, exhausted from her injuries, the ancient rope coiled tightly around her wrists and tied at the heel of her hands, her gauntleted palms pressed together but her palms and fingers were unrestrained. Wonder Woman sat struggling, the rope coiled many times about her upper arms, painfully wrapped around her body and pressing her crossed arms tightly to her butt. She looked up with concern as Charity ambled over and squatted before Batgirl, but to Wonder Woman’s dismay Hope did nothing.

 Charity crouched, her forearms resting upon her knees, hands hanging limply down as she tilted her head slightly looking at the helpless prisoner.

“Barbera Gordon, huh?Hey….Gordon. Gordon, you wouldn’t be any relation to that old fart in city hall,  Police Commisioner Gordon?” She watched closely and though the golden rope no longer bound her, the flinch in Batgirl’s eyes, as she heard her secret revealed, spoke the truth of Charity’s words louder than a shout.

“OHHH MAN! THAT IS FUCKING A! We got the Police Commissioner’s daughter! AND THE BITCH IS BATGIRL! Oh, this is too perfect! But it’s a shame to keep such news to ourselves” she said, as Batgirl struggled with a renewed frenzy of desperation in her bonds, as the words stung her into action, but to no avail.

“It’s time we revealed that pretty little face of yours from under that mask” Charity crowed. “It’s time we showed off Batgirl to the world” she said smiling, as Faith moved forward, readying her cell phone.

Batgirl could only snarl her defiance in impotent rage as she twisted and turned her hands but without making any impact on the ropes that bound her. As Charity yanked back her cowled head by the red hair that poked from beneath it Batgirl was left open mouthed and wide eyed, trying to shake her head free and wincing at the prospect that threatened her identity as a crimefighter. She wasn’t afraid to lay down her life to try and uphold the rule of law. But she was afraid of what impact her being revealed as Gotham’s Angel would have on her father. But there was nothing that she could do to stop it.

Another cliff hanger! Just like the old show.

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chapter is very good, the heroines feet are in great danger, but the intelligence of wonder woman might be able save them

valugi wrote:chapter is very good, the heroines feet are in great danger, but the intelligence of wonder woman might be able save them

Not just their feet Valugi! Thanks for taking the time to read it and the comments, and that goes for everyone else, hope you are enjoying it and think its worthwhile.
Thank you ksire, that's the feel I was going for!

About 3 posts left now the end is in sight! But who's end will it be......?

Loved, loved, loved the confession scene

This has been an excellent story but please no more cliffhangers? LOL

tmon wrote:This has been an excellent story but please no more cliffhangers? LOL

A serial ain't a serial without cliffhangers Tmon! Maybe I'll let you and Ksire duke it out ?

Rest assured, only 2 posts left, penultimate one will be up later tonight, with more of a modest pause rather than a cliffhanger between it and the last one!


Nearly there, thanks to all who have stuck with it.