Message-ID: <015614Z12111995@anon.penet.fi> Path: newshost.williams.edu!news2.near.net!d2.tufts.edu!blanket.mitre.org!agate!newsxfer.itd.umich.edu!chi-news.cic.net!usc!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an399333@anon.penet.fi (Stargirl) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an399333@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 12 Nov 1995 01:51:30 UTC Subject: The Origin of a Superheroine, Part 2 Lines: 171 W A R N I N G This story contains material of a sexual nature. It has explicite descriptions of sex, bondage and non-consentual sex. If you are at all offended by this kind of story. DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!!!! Wonder Woman, Supergirl, and any other characters expressed in this story are copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is written for the sole purpose of entertainment and is not written for profit and cannot be transmitted, reproduced or otherwise traded for profit. The Origin of a Superheroine, Part 2 I must have passed out from the repeated orgasms, because when I woke up, the first thing I sensed was cool air playing across my naked body. Thick metal bands held me tightly. They were all over me; around my ankles, one just below and above my knee, on my upper thigh, around my waist, at my wrist, one on either side of my elbow, and one around my neck. Then I looked down. My toes were ten feet from a cold concrete floor. The bands were attached to metal rods that came out of a huge bank of machinery that lined the wall a few feet behind me. I was held in a normal standing position, my hands at my sides. Around me was literally tons of machinery and computers. It was behind me, across the huge concrete floor, and, most frightening, it was below me. I tried to move, to pull my hands free, tug my legs upward; I had to get out of the hold of these bands. I had to get loose! I strained, twisted, the panic rising in me...!!! "Be calm," a woman's voice said placidly. I immediately froze. I turned my head toward the voice. To my right was Wonder Woman, hanging as I was, except for her wrists which were bolted together behind her back. She was as naked as I, except for her manacled bracelets, her incredible body making feel suddenly very shameful of mine. I could sense ever imperfection of my body glaring out as I looked upon her; her large breasts protruding from her chest, incredibly firm and unsagging for their size, her hard stomach and abdomen, rippling as she pulled at the bands, and her long lean legs, powerfully muscular. Then I noticed, beyond her, down by the machines covering the floor, was a small, slim blonde woman. She was also nude, but her legs were spread outward, knees bent. The equipment under her had been activated, as I could tell from the lights, and the unnatural whirring sound. From the center of the apparatus was a thick metallic pole, about two inches in diameter. It went upwards, passing between her legs, until it entered her vagina. A thick, shiny fluid oozed down the sides of it, as it slowly turned in a circular motion inside the girl's body. It also slowly moved up and down, never leaving her body, but causing her hips to compress upward with each push into her. Her head rested on her chest, with her long silky blonde hair damply hanging over her face, hiding it from my view. She was unmoving, unconscious. On the opposite side of the blonde girl was another thin woman, down on the equipment, her head drooped onto her chest, her thick chestnut hair hiding her face from me, a thick metallic pole deep within her body also. She was unconscious too. "Try to remain calm," Wonder Woman said as I took all this in. "We are in trouble, but we must remain calm," she said, with what I felt was unnatural easiness. "Are you nuts?" I said, still ready to panic. "I'm buck naked, hanging up here god-knows-where..." "Listen!" she said forcefully. "There's no time for that. We have to try to find a way..." Suddenly there was a loud clang as a door at the far end of the room slammed shut. Walking toward us was the old man, followed by two of his man-like creatures. I took a deep breath, ready to call him ever nasty word I could think of, but Wonder Woman spoke first. "What do you want this time, Malus?" she said angrily. He looks up at her, an evil smile on his face. "That is Professor Malus, my dear princess," he answered in a crackily voice. "Perhaps after today, you will remember it." Wonder Woman looked over at me. "Let her go Malus. She doesn't belong her with us." Prof. Malus toward me, standing next to the machines under my bound body. "On the contrary amazon, she is the reason you three are here." "What!?" I blurted out. "She can't hurt you like us!" Wonder Woman said angrily. "Now let her go!" "Oh no, my dear princess. She is exactly what I need; a guinea pig. I have already drained off some of the powers of Supergirl and Mary Marvel, and you will be next..." My mind seemed to spin. Supergirl? Mary Marvel? That's who those other two are??? "...and I'll shall see if I can give those abilities to another woman," he continued. "A woman that I can control. If it works, I will create dozens...nay, hundreds, or super women, that will do my bidding. With them, I will crush anyone who might oppose me!" he says, cackling insanely. "You're mad!" Wonder Woman yelled at him. "This can't possibly work!" "Oh, it can, and will," he said, working at the console beneath her. The rods around her pulled the bands around her knees and ankles apart, spreading her powerful legs wide, bending her knees upward and outward like the other two. Out from the machines below her came out a two inch thick metal rod, glistening, spinning slowly. "You can't do this to me!!" Wonder Woman screamed. "I'm an amazon princess!" "You, woman," he said, depressing a button, "are fodder." She began to descend slowly, her body held immobile in the bands. She tried to move her body, move her hips in any way, but she was held tightly in place by the bands around her upper thighs. As the tip of the huge rod entered her, a shudder passed through the length of her body, every muscle quivering. She continued to slide down over the rod, her vagina stretching wide to take it in. "Dear Zeus!!" she screamed, throwing her head back as the revolving pole remorselessly drilled into her. Her long raven hair dangled over her ass as her hips bent upwards from the pressure of the rod, her fingers clawing at the air, her beautiful blue eyes wide. "Much better," Prof. Malus said smugly as he began working at the buttons on the machine. "Your body took it in much better than those two girls over there amazon. Of course, they were both virgins," he said with a malicious grin, "unlike you." Wonder Woman lurched as the rod finally struck the end of her vaginal tract. It backed out about five inches, then drove back in quickly, causing her to let out a cry as her muscular hips jerked. Again, it pulled out, then thrusted back into her. It continued to do this, over and over. Wonder Woman's nipples slowly hardened, the rod glistening with her juices, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream, her blue eyes half-open. Prof. Malus smiled as he watched the tall, muscular amazon quiver, her skin slowly glazing with sweat, her breaths becoming short gasps. The rod pounded into her, then slowly withdrawing a few inches, then drilling back inside her. Suddenly, Wonder Woman's eyes widened. "...oh...dear gods...." she whimpered in a high pitched voice. She began to buck, held in place by the bands on her powerful body. "...no...oh gods no...not me...." "Oh yes, Wonder Woman," Prof. Malus said, "maybe this will show you that you're just a female like any other." Wonder Woman either ignored him, or was unable to hear him, completely enraptured by her coming orgasm. Her breathes raspy, her body sweating, she closed her eyes tightly, a scream on the tip of her tongue, her face contorted in erotic pain. Abruptly she let out a long scream as the orgasm hit her, washing over her powerful body. "Yes!!" he shouted triumphantly, as he slammed his hand down on a button. The rod slammed into her vagina with an air of finality, and remained embedded deep between her hips. Along the length of the rod I saw a grey energy stream upward, entering Wonder Woman's pussy, then passing through her tensed body. She twitched and jerked from the orgasm and the strange energy coursing through her, a greyish glow shining out from her vagina. Her cries quickly died down as the strange grey energy seemed to be sapping her strength. Slowly her head began to slump onto her chest, her dark hair sticking to her sweaty skin. Her blue eyes closed, her fingers going limp, as the orgasm faded. "Forty-eight percent," Prof. Malus said as he looked down at his machine. "Very good. You must have very hard orgasms, Wonder Woman. I was only able to pull thirty-three percent of Supergirl's powers out," he said, laughing, "and only thirty percent of Mary Marvel's. Of course, they were teenage virgins, which does seem to make a difference." He looked up at me. "You seem to be older that those two. I certainly hope you aren't a virgin." "Wha...what difference would that make?" I stuttered out, still stunned by what I had seen done to Wonder Woman. "All the difference, my dear. You see, the stronger the orgasm, all the more my machine can do," he said, pushing a series of buttons. "What's it going to.." I started, but stopped as my arms were pulled out, my legs were spread, my knees bent upwards, my thighs turned outwards, exposing my pussy. Below me, a rod came up out of the equipment, spinning slowly, the top ten inches of it glistening. "NO!!!" I screamed, trying to jerk loose. I looked over at Wonder Woman, but she was unconscious like the other two, her head sunken on her chest, her damp hair cascading over her breasts, the rod deep in her pussy, slowly turning inside her. "I don't have any powers!!" I screamed at him as I was lowered toward the monstrous pole. I stared at it in horror as it got closer and closer. "Oh, but you will my dear..." --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi