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  1. #1
    Join Date
    Sep 2013

    DC Comics Babes - Audience Participation story (FFFF/f)

    Hi all,

    Not written in a long time, but got the bug again. Thought I'd try an experimental story where you guys can shape what happens to the helpless captives who are at your mercy, or lack of...

    As Roulette says, please give some feedback on what happens next, and to whom...

    ************************************************** *****************
    “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to a very special event indeed! In this you decide how the evening plays out!”

    Maxine’s ears echoed with the announcement made by an ebullient female voice. She opened her eyes and immediately wished that she hadn’t. She appeared to be in a large amphitheatre facing the crowd. Stage lighting shone in her eyes and the crowd were hidden in shadows.

    She peered around and could see Diana, Dinah, Karen Sonia and Kendra were also present. Rather alarmingly they were all strapped to medical trolleys, angled up vertically and arranged in a semi circle so that they could see each other and the announcer who stood in the middle of them.

    Maxine gasped in dread as she tried to move her limbs and found that she too was immobilised to a medical trolley. She struggled desperately to free her wrists and ankles, but to no avail. She saw that the others were not struggling. Presumably they’d already tried and failed to free themselves? But if even Diana and Karen couldn’t get free?

    “And let me introduce tonight’s contestants! Six lovely ladies who will be competing against each other in a series of challenges to, well... For our twisted amusement basically”. The announcer finished with a smirk.
    The announcer was an attractive red head, hair tied in a severe bun, wearing a long green Chinese style dress. A large dragon tattoo ran down her leg. Maxine recognised her as Roulette. A villain that the JSA had run into before. She had kidnapped and tested the team in a series of deadly games and they had emerged alive, but having failed to apprehend her. And now she’d struck again!

    “And our first lovely contestant is Maxine! Aka Cyclone, who is currently attending Harvard. Well done Maxine!” The announcer finished. The audience clapped in appreciation. Maxine brightened. It was nice to be appreciated. Roulette walked to Maxine and held the microphone to her mouth. “Any words Maxine?”

    “Er, let us go, please?” asked Maxine hopefully. Roulette arched her eyebrows and smiled. The audience laughed. Roulette walked back to the centre of the stage.

    “And second, we have Diana, Queen of the Amazons, aka Wonder Woman!” The audience cheered and hollered. Roulette held the microphone for Diana’s comment.

    Diana scowled at Roulette and said, “I don’t know how you’ve managed to take our powers, but know that you’re all in serious trouble.” The audience laughed and Roulette gave a smile and a sardonic wink.

    “And thirdly we have Dinah, aka Black Canary!” Dinah opened her mouth to emit a sonic scream, but nothing happened. She looked resigned as if she’d already tried and failed to use her powers. “Don’t worry Dinah, you’ll be doing plenty of screaming tonight.” Dinah and the rest of the captives looked alarmed. “Don’t worry we’re not going to hurt you. We’re not barbarians.” The audience laughed. Dinah kept a stoic silence when offered the microphone.

    “Fourth we have Karen, aka Power Girl!” The audience cheered. “Although with the size of those puppies I don’t think anybody’s going to be confusing her with a mere girl. Karen, do you think you should rebrand as Power Woman? Or Power Pups?” The audience hollered in glee. Roulette smiled as she offered the microphone to Karen.

    “Just you wait until I’m out of this you bitch! I’m going to tear your f-!” Karen carried on ranting even after Roulette snatched the microphone away and walked back to centre stage. Roulette tutted at Karen’s bad manners.

    “And fifth we have Sonia, aka Judo master!” The audience muttered in confusion. “Don’t worry. She is a woman, despite the misleading title, as you’ll see for definite very shortly.” The audience cheered.

    Roulette offered Sonia the microphone. Sonia spoke in stilted English. At least it was better than it was a few months back. “You are all in big big trouble. Give up now or you will get hurt.”

    Roulette smiled as she walked back centre stage. “And last, but certainly not least, I am pleased to introduce Kendra, aka Hawk Girl!” The audience erupted into cheers as they realised that the games were soon to begin.

    “Carter’s going to kick all your sorry asses.” Kendra snarled into the microphone. Roulette nodded at her captive’s defiance and strode back centre stage.

    “And now, ladies and gentlemen, let the games begin!”

    Maxine’s heart sank as she wondered what was going to happen next...

    “And, here are the entertainers for tonight, to ensure that we get the most entertainment from our special guests!”

    2************************************************* ****************
    Roulette clapped her hands sharply and immediately a couple of dozen women walked on the stage, splitting off into groups of four to flank each captive. Maxine looked nervously at the four next to her. They all wore all over black cat suits and their faces were obscured by balaclavas, leaving only their carefully painted lips exposed. One of them turned and spoke to Maxine, “We’re going to have so much fun with you tonight.” Oh dear, that sounded ominous.

    Roulette spoke, “Obviously these ladies have been up and about all day. They all need a good massage and a wash. Let’s start with our young friend Maxine!” She clapped her hands again and the four helpers around each Maxine got to work.

    Maxine gasped in fear as each of the four ladies pulled out short one inch razor blades and began to cut through her green robes. She realised that she had her witch’s hat on only when one of the ladies removed it from her head.

    “What are you doing?” asked Maxine nervously. One of the ladies smirked at the rhetorical question. Maxine gasped as she felt cool air around her midriff. Seconds later her robes fell apart at her feet, leaving her garbed only in her knickers and bra.

    “I’ll get her boots.” One of the ladies offered. Maxine looked down and saw a lady make several slices in the sides of her boots before sliding off the remnants to reveal Maxine’s pink bunny socks. “You gotta be kidding me.” Said one of the ladies.
    Maxine could hear Diana and Karen shouting at the ladies to leave her alone, but the sounds were muffled by the appreciative howls of the audience who were at least starting to see the show they’d paid criminal fortunes to participate in.

    Maxine squealed in shock as the lady near her feet tickled her left sole through one of the socks. “Eeek! Please don’t do that!” Maxine protested. The tickler smirked and redoubled her efforts. “Eehee! Please! Nahahaha! Eheheeheee!”
    She saw one of the ladies bring up the razor to slice open her bra, “No. Nonononono. Please no. Don’t do that. Eeeheeehee. Pleeeassee. Naaahhh!”

    The lady smiled as she quickly cut Maxine’s bra strap. It fluttered to the floor, revealing her pert breasts, with nipples becoming increasingly erect. Maxine flushed with embarrassment as her modest breasts were thrust into the limelight. Her nipples were getting even bigger.

    “Maybe somebody likes this game as much as us?” Taunted one of the ladies.

    “Er. No. Eehehehe. Noheehee. It’s just a bit cold in heeeree eheehee!”

    “Then let’s warm you up!” One of the ladies taunted. She snapped her fingers and 4 steel cables ending in wrist and ankle restraints appeared from above. This was a well equipped stage, thought Maxine. A fifth cable ending in some form of sling was also lowered down.

    Two ladies held down Maxine’s right arm as the right wrist restraint was released. Her arm was forced up and a hanging restraint secured around her right wrist. Maxine panted desperately as she tried to struggle free, but she was just a skinny nineteen year woman, whose strength lay in her cyclone powers that she could no longer use. The medical trolley shook as her struggles grew more desperate. The audience howled in appreciation.

    Maxine’s left wrist was similarly transferred to a hanging restraint. One of the ladies nodded and Maxine was abruptly hoisted up by her wrists. The trolley shook as Maxine writhed in her bonds and the vibrations went through her straps. The four ladies unlocked her ankles and stood back. Maxine kicked around her in a panicked frenzy as she realised that her legs were free. She was an incongruous sight snarling and kicking away in her pink bunny socks and knickers. The audience hushed as they appreciated the spectacle.

    After a few kicks Maxine grew tired and the four women paired up to grab Maxine’s flailing legs. They quickly attached the ankle restraints. Maxine gasped as the cables went taut and began to slowly pull apart her legs. “Careful”, said one of the ladies, “Not too much. She’s not Judo master. We don’t want to hurt her.”

    The medical trolley was wheeled away and Maxine felt queasy as she hung in the air, her arms pulled far above her head and her legs suspended four feet from the floor, so that she was nearly horizontal. She flopped in her bonds as her limbs failed to take her weight. Maxine felt some relief as the sling was placed under her buttocks and she could rest her weight down on the sling. Her relief was shot lived as she one of the ladies take a razor close to her knickers.

    “Pl pl please. No. Please don’t.” She stammered. The lady smiled and ignored her. She took the left knicker strap and sliced through it. She then reached across and sliced the right strap. Maxine tried to hold her legs together, but the cable ankle restraints made it impossible. Her knickers fell to the floor, revealing her vulnerable pussy to the baying audience. Her face flushed crimson in embarrassment. She could hear her five friends curse Roulette and her lackeys for what they were doing. She could hear Roulette coldly telling them that their turn was coming up very very soon...

    “Guess she’s a natural redhead.” Joked one of the ladies. “Looks like we’re nearly done. Just two more things...” The lady began to slowly peel off Maxine’s right sock. She was ever so slow, savouring the unveiling of Maxine’s soft tender sole. Her index finger tracked up Maxine’s sole, causing Maxine to titter.

    Eventually the right sock was off and the lady continued to stroke her right sole with her nail, whilst another lady did the same with Maxine’s left sock, teasing her left sole all the while.

    Maxine was now completely naked and spread at the mercy of her four tormentors in front of a leering audience of hundreds and her helpless friends. She had surely been in worse spots. She just couldn’t think of any right now.

    Each of the ladies was now clutching a bottle of baby oil. Maxine’s eyes opened wide as she guessed what was going to happen next. Sure enough the four ladies spread copious amounts of oil across their palms before surrounding Maxine. One stood by each foot, whilst another stood behind her and another to her side. On cue all four ladies began to tease Maxine. The ladies on each foot began to slowly spread the oil across her soles with their slippery palms. The third lady began to slowly tease her oily hands along Maxine’s breasts and armpits, while the last lady began to slowly run her palms down Maxine’s taut stomach, from bottom of her breasts to just brushing the top of her red pubic mound. She writhed in her bonds, but was unable to do more than move her feet a few inches either way before exhaustion caused her to flop back into her suspended position. The ladies tittered at her feeble struggles.

    Maxine moaned at the sensations, which she hated to admit were quite pleasant. Then all at once the four ladies began stroking her with finger nails rather than soft palms. “NNneee Naahhaaahaa!” She squealed. “Staaphhiittt!”

    Her breaths came in gasps as she tried to escape the indignity of being forced to laugh like a child in front of all of these strangers. “Neeheeh Ahahah Nnee nee Nee uhuhuh nuughhh!” The ladies at her feet smiled wickedly as they dug their nails into Maxine’s soft and tender insteps; the thinnest and most tender skin on her body. “Guuaaahhhh! Nuuahhhaaa!” The lady behind her began to rake her nails up and down Maxine’s breasts, whilst still stimulating her erect and purple nipples with the oily palms. “Guuahhhh!” Maxine cried out. “Geearrghhh!” Maxine cried out louder as the tickling strokes changed to rapid finger stabs into her exposed armpits. The other lady then began a rapid staccato assault on Maxine’s sides. “NuahahauaaAAHHAH!” She howled in helpless rage and fear.

    The two ladies at her feet were using all ten nails to scrape mercilessly up and down her soles and the tops of her feet. The oil greatly increased the sensitivity of her body and she threw her head back in raucous laughter as she lost all control. “Nahahahahahaha! Gahahahahaha! Fuuahahahah! Muahahahah! Fuahahahaha!”

    Her eyes opened in panic as she realised that she was about to lose control of her bladder and piss herself in front of everybody. She summoned up an extra level of willpower and gritted her teeth. “Nuuhhh uhh uhh uhh” Maxine’s head twisted back and forth as if to deny what was happening to her. The four ladies smiled mercilessly. They’d seen this look before with other captives that they’d tormented over the years.

    “Nuuhhuuuhuuuhuuu!” Maxine squealed in louder denial as the third lady began to cruelly knead the skin around Maxine’s taut stomach, poking her fingers in short jabs designed to cause the maximum amount of disruption to her bladder control. The feet ladies grasped her feet in their arms and scraped their nails mercilessly up her scarlet soles, leaving red trails from her instep to the soft flesh between her toes. “Nuuhhuuhuuu nuuhuuu nuuhhuuuhuuuu!” Maxine soldiered on, her eyes set in grim resolve.
    “Geeeaarrghhh!” Maxine jerked up in her bondss as she felt fingers quickly tickling her anus and perineum through a hole in the sling chair. Her eyes opened in shock and her body jerked again as she lost all control and a jet of piss shot out between her legs onto the stage. She tried to stem the flow, but it was impossible now that she was in full flow and her feet and belly were being mercilessly assaulted. The crowd howled in sadistic appreciation.

    Eventually she ran out of piss and the flow died and ended as a couple of forlorn drips on the stage. Maxine’s eyes welled with tears at her embarrassment. One of the ladies tried to console her. “You did alright kid. Let’s see if you high and mighty friends hold up anywhere near as well.”

    Maxine’s eyes wide as she saw the scene again, now that she was no longer being tormented mercilessly in her own private little hell. Roulette stepped up and spoke, “Well, didn’t she do well for such a wisp of a woman? Three minutes from start of oiling until she failed. Not a great time, but maybe these other women aren’t as fierce as their reputation suggests?”

    Roulette strode around the other five captive women. Maxine noted that they’d all been stripped, albeit whilst still strapped to the trolleys. They all glowered at her defiantly, even as they stole glances to check that Maxine was alright.

    “So gentlefolk. I hope that you enjoyed the opening teaser. Maxine was game, but not the strongest contestant to be fair. Who is next for the oily massage challenge? Will any of them get to level two, or even beyond? What forfeit does the loser face? Any great ideas for other events that our guests can compete in tonight? Use your audience participation panels and let me know. This show is all yours.”

    Roulette bowed and walked stage exit left, “Back in five.” She flashed a smile at the audience and left to collate the upcoming results. Maxine groaned inwardly.


  2. #2
    That is an awesome beginning. I cannot wait until the rest get some

  3. #3
    Join Date
    Sep 2013
    Part 2 folks. Only 1 feedback so far, plus a prior request from a few months I'll fulfill in this story. Let Roulette know what else you'd like to happen to Wonder Woman, Power Girl, Cyclone, Judo master, Hawk Girl and Black Canary.

    ************************************************** ************************************************

    Maxine and the other captives hastily shouted across to each other. What the heck was going on? One minute they were in the JSA HQ for the annual JSA/ JLA meet up and the next second they were here, at the mercy of Roulette and her cronies. The last thing Maxine recalled was a flash of purplish pink light and then she was waking up here. Her friends asked Maxine if she was alright. She had been better, but the presence of her friends cheered her no end. She wished that Courtney was here as well, but bearing in mind the circumstances that might not be such a good wish after all.

    The five minutes was all too brief for Maxine and the other captives. Roulette and her cronies strode back on stage and she announced, “I’m glad that you folks are enjoying the show so far. The feedback so far is more of the same for the other lovely ladies. Seems fair enough to me!” The audience cheered.

    “Maxine’s time isn’t great, but there’s five more times to be counted yet. Let’s see how they do”. Roulette surveyed the five captives yet to compete and finally set her gaze on Dinah. She nodded at the four ladies around Dinah who smiled before setting to work.
    With ruthless efficiency they reached for the ceiling cords and quickly placed them around Dinah’s wrists and ankles whilst she was still secured to the trolley. Dinah tensed her muscles ready for any chance of escape, but no opportunity was presented. The trolley restraints were released and Dinah sprang into action – causing her to jerk like a broken marionette as the cords restricted her limbs to a few inches of motion. The audience laughed. Dinah glowered in rage.

    The arm restraints were raised first, followed by the leg restraints, leaving Dinah four feet off the ground in a spread X-form – her pussy exposed to the audience. A fifth cord with a support sling was secured beneath her buttocks and she was ready for her oil massage. The audience quietened as the four ladies oiled up their palms. Dinah’s breathing grew shallow as she awaited the assault.
    Dinah scrunched up her eyes and gritted her teeth as her soles were gently oiled, along with her titties and bare tummy. The oily hands went to oil between her toes, but she scrunched them up. The foot ladies smiled and began to slowly tease their fingernails in between her toes, pulling their fingers up and down between her toes. At the same time they slowly, ever so slowly, teased the fingers of their other hands up and down Dinah’s shiny scrunched up soles, working their fingers in soft spirals on her soles before slowly teasing their finger nails across the soft tops of Dinah’s feet. Dinah failed to stifle a s******.

    “Does little Dinah enjoy the little foot tickles?” Cooed one of the ladies. “How about her soft sides?” One of the ladies switched from teasing Dinah’s tummy to slowly stroking the nails of both hands up and down Dinah’s toned abs. Dinah’s scrunched up her eyes and she broke into an involuntary grin of mirth. “How about her little nips?” Dinah began to pant as her erect nipples were oiled and teased relentlessly.
    “Eeeheeeheeeheee!” Dinah began to struggle to stifle her titters as the four ladies teased and tickled her naked body with ever greater intensity and speed. “Neeheeheee! Neeheeeheeeheee!” Dinah began to shake her head violently from side to side as she struggled to fight off the sensations. Her black curly hair bounced across her face, covering her eyes that were scrunched up in ticklish agony. “NeeeheeeheeheeheeheeheeHEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Dinah lost control and a wave of helpless laughter poured out. “NOOOOOO! STOOPPIIITT! NOOOOO! NOOOO!! AAARGGHHHH! NOOOOO! NOOOOOO!! AHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

    “Leave her alone you bunch of motherfuckers!” screamed Karen. “When I’m out of this I’m going to kill the lot of you!”

    Roulette looked at Karen in annoyance and nodded a short command to the four masked ladies around Karen. One of them reached into her outfit and brought out a ball gag. She moved to place it in Karen’s mouth, but Karen kept her mouth tightly sealed. One of the other women violently tweaked one of Karen’s nipples and she gave an involuntary scream. The gag was quickly jammed in. Karen struggled to escape the gagging, but with no super strength she was unable to resist as the gag was jammed in tight. A button was pressed on the gag and it immediately inflated to nearly double its normal size, seemingly almost breaking Karen’s jaw as it forced her mouth wide open. Roulette nodded in satisfaction.

    Maxine watched mesmerised as Dinah’s body shook in her bonds, bucking like a fish on dry land, but she was just as helpless as a stranded fish. There was no escaping her tormentors’ expert fingers. Dinah’s jaw was forced open in a rictus of mirth, her eyes scrunched shut even as tears poured from them. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUUUCKKK! FUUCCKKK!” Dinah howled as the torment continued. The four ticklers were now grinning broadly as they tormented Dinah as much as possible. Their fingers were scraping Dinah’s helpless flesh at a frenetic pace, whilst a couple of the ticklers began to lick Dinah in her armpits and across the soles of her feet even as they tickled her thighs and the backs of her knees. One of the ladies placed her fingers on Dinah’s puckered anus and let loose with soft gentle tickles.

    “GEEAARGHHHH! FUUCCKKK! GEHAHAHAHAH! GEEAARGHHHH! FUUCKKK!” Dinah screamed at the loudest level that Maxine had ever heard. Possibly a remnant of Dinah’s lost sonic powers. Maxine’s breath began to quicken as she witnessed Dinah’s struggles. Her hair was soaking wet with sweat and as she flicked her head back and forth sweat droplets flew across the stage and her ticklers. Her entire body was slick with oil and sweat and she shone in the stage lights. Her soft pale skin was marked with streaks of red where merciless nails had crossed her body, especially the soles of her feet which were nearly purple in places. Maxine realised that she was starting to get a little turned on at the sight of Dinah’s struggles. Surely not. Must be nervousness surely?

    “GGGEEAAGHH! FUCCCKK! FUUCCKKK YOUUU! FUUCCKKK!” Dinah screamed. Her body went rigid in the bonds as she tried to resist the urge to piss, but it was no use. “GEEEEAARRGGHHH FUUCCKKK!” She howled in anguish as a jet of piss burst from between her legs and splattered on the stage. The stream continued as Dinah’s merciless tickling continued, until after a seeming age it died down to a few drips. The ticklers stopped and Dinah sagged in her bonds.

    “Four minutes!” shouted Roulette. “A good effort and, more importantly, better than our current last place, Maxine!” The audience cheered. “I told you that she was a screamer.” Joked Roulette. The audience laughed along with her.

    Roulette looked across her other four captives. Diana looked defiant; Karen glowered at Roulette with unconcealed hatred; Sonia looked stoic and Kendra looked nervously around and avoided Roulette’s gaze. Sensing weakness, Roulette smiled and signalled the four women around Kendra to begin. “Let’s make her fly.” Roulette instructed them.

    Kendra looked around in terror as the four ladies round her secured her to the four ceiling restraints. The cords were then pulled tight lifting her and the trolley off the floor. One of the ladies clapped her head at her error. Kendra was lowered again and Kendra was freed from the trolley restraints before she was again lifted upwards into the air. This time Kendra was suspended with her face to the floor, limbs spread akimbo so that she sagged forwards between her limbs. No sling support was offered.

    The ladies oiled up their hands and got to work. Two ladies began to stroke Kendra’s soft soles while the other two ladies stood either side of Kendra and began to stroke her sides, from armpit down to hips. Kendra gritted her teeth and with a supreme effort hoisted herself up so that her arms were close to her body, partly covering her vulnerable sides, whilst she also pulled her legs forward so that her feet pulled away from the ticklers. The effect of this was to raise her butt higher into the air. Roulette smiled as Kendra held herself aloft. The ticklers held the positions of their hands where Kendra had been and waited for her to tire. Soon Kendra sagged in her bonds and her body flopped forwards. The ticklers attacked her soles and sides again with sadistic enthusiasm. Kendra howled in frustration and again hauled herself up. Roulette and the ticklers smiled in anticipation.

    After a shorter time Kendra tired and sagged in her bonds. Again the ticklers got to work and Kendra began to grunt and curse her captors. “Bunch of bitches. Carter’s so going to kick your asses. Fuck you. Fucking whores! You won’t get away with this. Geergahhh. Fuck fuck fuck.”

    Kendra hauled herself up again, her limbs closing tight to her body, moving her pert butt into the air and her soles and sides away from tickling. Kendra held the position for far longer than Maxine could ever imagine doing so, but eventually Kendra gave a sigh of despair and exhausted she flopped down again. This time the ticklers were merciless. They scraped their nails up and down Kendra’s naked sides and soles. They also attacked her calves and her pert titties. Kendra’s sides began to heave as she struggled to contain her mirth. The ladies attacked every part of her body looking for a weakness, but Kendra stayed stoic; until one of the ladies poked a finger into Kendra’s belly button.

    Kendra’s back arched up and she pulled herself away from the ticklers. “No please, not that.” Kendra begged. The ticklers smiled evilly. This time they gave her no respite as they continued to tickle her naked body. Kendra bucked and jerked in her raised position, but eventually she slumped down again. “Please. No. Stop it. Please. Stop it. Stoppp IITTT! FUCCKK! GAHAHAHAH! AAGHHH FUU FUU FUUUCK!” Kendra bounced up and down and laughter broke free from her as her belly button was assaulted, along with her sides and bare soles.

    Maxine realised that she was getting warm in her crotch as she watched Kendra’s struggles. Kendra had been a troubled soul and didn’t smile enough. Maxine had always wished that Kendra was more cheerful. It was nice to see her laughing whole heartedly at something, although this was not the ideal circumstances... Kendra’s entire body was slick with sweat, which dripped from her nipples to the stage floor. Sweat dripped from Kendra’s face and hair, as well as some small droplets of drool, as she laughed and cursed uncontrollably. Sweat pooled along the tops of Kendra’s legs, where it was then ruthlessly licked off by the two foot ticklers, even as they continued to assault Kendra’s soles with their finger nails.

    One of the ticklers went for the coup de grace, ruthlessly kneading Kendra’s lower abdomen, whilst the two foot ticklers focused super hard strokes on Kendra’s soft and silky insteps. Kendra sobbed as she bucked in her bonds and then sagged, defeated, as a stream of her piss hit the floor.

    The audience cheered at the show. Roulette looked at her watch. “Five minutes. A solid time from a great performer who was doing her best to fly away!” The audience cheered again. “Things are looking bad for Maxine! But, there’re still three contestants who may stumble at the starting line!”

    Maxine felt sick to her stomach. At least Kendra and Dinah were safe, for now...

    “Who next?!” Asked Roulette.

    “Power Girl!” Someone shouted. “Let’s see her titties jiggle!”

    Roulette smiled. “A great idea. But I want to give her something extra special for her rude behaviour. And I think that we all want Wonder Woman as the final competitor. How about Judo master next?!” She waved her microphone in the air and solicited audience views. After a second or two a murmur of assent echoed back.

    Roulette nodded curtly to the ticklers around Sonia. Sonia looked nervous, but tried to mask it with a stoic warrior’s face. Maxine silently wished her luck.

    Sonia, like the others was secured to cord restraints before being released from the trolley. Her arms were hoisted up, as were her legs. Her legs were pulled further and further apart until she was in a complete box splits position. She was then lowered so that her buttocks and feet were only a few inches from the floor. Sonia remained stoic throughout. The audience murmured appreciation at her flexibility. Maxine admired Sonia’s physique. She was shredded like a panther; not a single ounce of wasted body fat to obscure her perfect abs or toned athletic limbs.
    Sonia looked nervous as the four ticklers around her began to oil up their hands. She then looked puzzled as the ticklers removed their boots and began to oil up the soles of their feet. They then shuffled slowly towards her on their buttocks. The audience murmured in confusion. Roulette smiled and said, “I think that we can assume that she’s going to be hard to break. I suggest a handicap to give Maxine a chance. I suspect that Power Girl and Wonder Woman are going to give us a hell of a show!” The audience clapped in approval.

    Roulette nodded and the four ticklers began their work. The two feet ticklers lay on their sides, working on Sonia’s feet with both hands and their tongues and teeth. Meanwhile their feet gently caressed Sonia’s upper and lower thighs. A third tickler sat behind Sonia and stroked her feet up and down Sonia’s sides whilst her fingers began stroking the soft skin in Sonia’s armpits. The fourth tickler sat in front of Sonia. She sat legs akimbo so that her feet worked across Sonia’s tight breasts whilst her fingers gently teased at the sides of Sonia’s neck.

    Roulette smiled and nodded for the ladies to begin. Sonia began to giggle immediately as the sixteen oiled extremities, plus some slippery tongues and nipping teeth, got to work on her vulnerable exposed body. “Neeheehee. No. Please. No”, Sonia tittered. Sonia had already broken out into a wide grin of mirth as she struggled with the unfamiliar sensation racing through her body. She was used to hard training and iron discipline, not the tender caresses of specialists in feminine teasing.

    The ticklers sensed an easy win and began to ramp up their efforts. Nails raked across Sonia’s soles, even as tongues and teeth teased her toes. The sharp probing of her armpits intensified, causing Sonia to squeal in shock. Most surprising was the howl and torment and vigorous head shaking provoked by the sudden tickling of the sides of her face. “No Ears! No ears!” Sonia begged.

    “More ears darling? Sorry, can’t understand your pidgin English deary.” One of the ticklers taunted.

    “EEheeheeehee Kyak kyak ehee heehee heeh ehehehhehhhe!” Sonia began to laugh in a high pitched cute whine. Maxine couldn’t believe how cute, kawaii even, Sonia was. At the JSA she could kick anybody’s ass in a fight, but here she was a tittering beautiful young Japanese woman being forced to lose control in front of hundreds of strangers. Maxine had always considered Sonia to be beautiful, but it had been hidden under a mask of severity, even when not under a costume mask. But here Sonia looked like the beautiful woman that she was. She looked so cute as her eyes scrunched up and she laughed, showing off her oh so beautiful smile. Maxine had always wanted to see Sonia smile, and now she was getting her wish.

    “Keekeekee ayakeekee akkeyyeee ahahaha!” Sonia giggled and squealed in a high pitched voice. “Neee nee kee hee hee kyak kyakakakaka!” Her body shook violently as she tried to fight her way free, but even with her powers she would be trapped in her bonds. The tickling continued and the high pitched giggles and smiles gave way to shouted Japanese curses and wails of anguish as Sonia realised the depths of her helplessness. “NNnaahhh! Naaahhhh! Daiban Ama! Fakku Anata! Fakku Anata! Nahhahhhahh! Ghhahhha! Ahhhh! Yariman! Yariman! Ahhahhaha! Ahhhh!”

    Maxine was ashamed to realise that she was getting turned on by Sonia’s struggles. Her skin was now glossy with sweat, dripping down from her face, between her breasts and tips of her glossy black hair now matted with moisture. She saw that Sonia’s nipples were hard like dark brown bullets. The front tickler rapidly stroked her slicked soles over the nipples, further stimulating them. But most of all Maxine was turned on by the soft pink skin on Sonia’s soles. So full of nerve endings waiting to be stimulated. The intense pleasure tinged with helplessness as they were forcefully stroked by Sonia’s tormenters. Maxine realised with guilt that she wanted to be one of the ticklers making Sonia squeal and smile so beautifully.

    Sonia continued howling and cursing and a large puddle of sweat and had dripped to the floor beneath her, but she still hadn’t broken. Then the back tickler moved down so that her face was under Sonia’s buttocks. She positioned her hands next to Sonia’s buttocks and then unleashed a rapid tongue lashing of Sonia’s anus, even as her fingers began to quickly tease Sonia’s butt crack and perineum.

    “Mesuinu! Mesuinu! Kutabare! Kuso! Kuso! Kuso! Gahahahaha! EEhheeeheeee! Aaaghhhh” Sonia screeched in outrage as her most sensitive nerve endings were lickled with impunity. “Gaaahaaa! Guhhhhh! Guuuhhhh!” Sonia gritted her teeth as her body started to shake from the effort of controlling her bladder. “Kutabare! Ahhhhhh! AHHHH! Ughh! Ugghh! EEEhhhhh!” Sonia’s body arched up as she screamed in anguish as she pissed herself. The tickler teasing her anus continued her merciless lickling even as piss spurted out onto the stage. The other ticklers were also relentless, only stopping when Sonia’s piss did, leaving Sonia to slump down exhausted, muttering to herself, “kuso kuso kuso...”.

    The audience hollered in appreciation. “What a great effort!” Exhorted Roulette. Six minutes, and it took a lot to break her down. Please give a big round of applause for Sonia!” The audience gave Sonia a great round of applause before it settled down expectantly for the two babes they most wanted to see get theirs.

    “Time for another break folks!” Roulette announced. The audience groaned in disappointment. “But don’t worry, we’ll be back soon!”

    "And please keep your ideas coming in for additional competitions and forfeits for any unfortunate losers. I know what’s going to happen to Maxine (Most likely it’s going to be her, thanks to April for the suggestion), but we need other ideas to keep this evening of entertainment going. Remember that we have a whole gamut of equipment and venues we can utilise to make almost any sick and twisted fantasy you may have come true – we make Christian Grey look like the Pope. Just let me know!"

    Roulette looked conspirationally at the audience, "We may even have scope to bring in some other special guests. Just let me know and I'll see what we can do." She winked at the audience. See you in five...


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    Hi all,

    Guess the story hasn't caught on as well as I'd hoped. Still, I've a few more scenes to write and a great finale cooked up for Maxine.

    (Yep, ending is pretty much fixed, but the rest is still up in the air).


    The captive women looked around defiantly at the audience and the tickler women as they filed off the stage. Sonia was putting on a brave face about her ordeal, but was still panting heavily at her exertion. Diana and Karen looked grim faced as they prepared for their turn. Maxine was particularly perturbed at the pitying looks the other five captives gave her when they thought she wasn’t paying attention. No way Wonder Woman or Power Girl were going to do as badly as her. Her stomach knotted in fear as she awaited the final two contests.

    After all too short a time Roulette and her ticklers returned on stage. The audience settled down as Roulette announced, “And now for the clash of the titans, two buxom beauties we’ve all been dying to see like this for years: Wonder Woman and Power Girl!” The audience burst into rounds of applause.

    “Now, we don’t want to be here all night watching these babes battle it out, so we’re going to further handicap them”. Maxine turned her head to look at several ticklers wheeling two large water bottles onto the stage. They appeared to be close to a gallon each. They were supported on stands and connected to clear plastic hoses.

    The ladies then produced two gags with attachments for the hoses. Diana was gagged first. She opened her mouth as directed and obeyed the ladies’ commands. She was obviously saving her energy for when an escape opportunity presented itself. Karen was quite the opposite. Firstly her ball gag was removed and she began shouting and cursing at the ladies. “You fucking bitches! I’m going to smash the lot of you! Just you wait! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She moved her head around in a frenzy and snapped at the fingers of the ladies. Several of them turned to look at Roulette as they didn’t know how to proceed. They were at risk of hurting Karen as they tried to gag her.

    Roulette smiled and announced, “A change of plan folks. Since we can’t give her the water by mouth, we’ll supply it the other end...” Karen’s eyes opened in shock and outrage, whilst the audience cheered. Karen was strung up in the air, much the same was as Kendra was, with her face towards the floor. This time she was turned to face the audience, so that they could all appreciate her mighty jiggling breasts, which even now pulsed back and forth as Karen desperately struggled in her bonds.

    One of the ladies brought out an alternate pipe attachment and positioned herself near to Karen’s bum hole. One of the ladies had oiled up her hands and began to lubricate the skin around Karen’s anus. “Fucking bitches!” Roared Karen. “Going to fucking kill the lot of you!” She smiled with a mixture of malice and desperation, “You’re so fucking dead. I’m going to – eeekkk! Fuck! Stop it! Fuck you! Fuck you! Motherfuckers! Aarrghhh! Fuckfuckfuck!!!” Karen continued to shout and curse at the top of her lungs as the silver butt plug was deployed up Karen’s anus. Karen shook mightily to free it from up her violated rear passage, but it was now firmly wedged as the lady behind Karen made it wider and wider inside her anus.

    “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!! Mother fuckers! Gonna kill the lot of you!!” Karen screamed hysterically as her face grew bright crimson with rage. “Fucking fucks! Geearrhh!” Karen screamed in shock as a cascade of warm water was released down the pipe affixed to her butt plug and began to fill her up. A mechanism in the butt plug stopped the water backing up. Sonia, Dinah and Kendra averted their gazes, whilst Diana looked on impassively and Maxine watched enraptured. Karen’s breasts were in full motion, like two massive meaty pendulums that slapped against each other and her stomach and her chin as she wailed like a banshee and struggled like a dervish.

    Over the next few minutes all of the water disappeared up Karen’s anus, causing her stomach to bloat alarmingly, especially a she hung face down, so that she appeared to be heavily pregnant. Karen panted and tears of rage and embarrassment streamed down her face.
    Roulette gestured to the eight ladies around Sonia and Kendra to join the four around Karen. Karen’s eyes opened wide in terror. She had run out of curses to make and could only await the inevitable.

    “Geeearrghhh! Fuckkkk!” Screamed Karen as twenty four oily hands descended upon her suspended naked body. Two women took her feet, whilst another two tormented her knees. Two more tickled her buttocks and around her sealed up anus. Two more women squeezed in close to torment her blonde hatched pussy and sides. Two more women focused solely on Karen’s massive jiggling titties. One of them was oiling a titty like a ripe melon, whilst another of the ticklers had grabbed hold of it and was gently nibbling on the nipple whilst still tickling Karen with her fingers.

    The final two ladies were by Karen’s head, tickling under her chin and around her ears and were taunting her. “You were going to kill us Power Jugs? When is that going to happen? Maybe when we stop tickling you, like This!” Karen shrieked as the lady tickled around her neck and chin twice as quickly as before.

    “Are you having fun,. Powerless girl?” Taunted the other as she tickled Karen’s ears and teased her face with her tongue.

    “Geeeaaagghhh! Fuuckkk Youu Fuuckkkk yoouuu! Fuuuhahahahhaha! hahahEEAARGHHH. FUCKERS! GONNA fucking kill yooouuuuuuaarrghhhh!” Karen’s voice grew high pitched and desperate as the tickling barrage wore down her defiant spirit. “Kill youuuu! Killahahhahaeeearrghhh! Fuckeerrsss! Nooo pleaseee stapphit! Noooaarghhh! Noaarghhhh! Please! Please! Noooarghhhh!” Karen broke down into racking sobs as she was brought so low by her tickling tormentors. A stream of piss shot out from between her legs and splattered at high velocity against the stage floor.

    The audience cheered. Roulette looked at her watch and raised her eyebrows in surprise. The ticklers had stopped and Karen panted and wheezed in relief. Roulette gestured at them to continue. “I think that Power Girl’s going to need more than that to relieve her pressure. You know what to do...”

    One of the ladies behind Karen started to remove the silver butt plug even as Karen jerked and screamed in her bonds as the ladies began tickling her again. Her body was slick with sweat, oil, drool and tears. Maxine noticed that some of the piss was dripping from some other fluids that had exuded from Karen’s pussy and were hanging down in a slimy trail. She looked like a female bodybuilder, but she was now reduced to a crying ticklish little girl by her tormentors. One of the ticklers noticed the signs of Karen’s excitement and taunted her further, “Ooh, does Powerless Girl enjoy being owned by lesbians. Maybe she wants more?!” Karen sobbed in reply.

    “Neeeaoooo! Muther fuckeenneesserrghh nooooo. Leave me alone! Fuckerssss. Gonna kill youuu!” Karen’s body hung limp and exhausted in her bonds and a massive jet of mostly clear water shot out of her anus and onto the stage floor, staying solid for a good second before losing pressure and starting to dribble down between her legs. The audience hollered in appreciation. The ticklers stopped and Karen’s head hung limp, sweat, drool and tears dripping from her face.

    “Two minutes fifty!” Announced Roulette. “Maxine’s off the hook! I guess that the extra ticklers and extra water, with added diuretic, was a bigger handicap that I thought. Never mind, Wonder Woman’s got the same conditions, so at least it’s fair between her and Power Girl.”
    She turned to Wonder Woman. “And now let’s get her set up!” The ticklers moved to set up Diana in an akimbo position and Roulette turned to the audience. Roulette was about to speak when she heard the audience gasp in shock and she heard the patter of a stream of liquid hitting the stage floor. She turned around and saw Wonder Woman pissing onto the stage whilst looking at her defiantly.

    “I refuse to play your sick game. I forfeit the round. Leave my friends out of this.” Wonder Woman spoke in a cold voice. Roulette, despite her clearly superior position, looked briefly flustered. She looked even more worried as she heard the audience booing and crying out.

    “What’s this bullshit!” One heckler said derisively.
    “Yeah, we wanna see her squirm!” Shouted another.
    “Why’d the stupid bitch do that?” Shouted another.

    Roulette held her patience for a few more seconds before shouting, “Shaddup! She did it because she’s a hero, who protects her friends when she can. Which none of you can understand” Her face softened, but only for a moment. She smiled sadistically as she announced, “Wonder Woman has now volunteered for the forfeit. At the end she’s going to wish that she’d let Power Jugs lose!”

    The audience hollered in anticipation. Roulette nodded to her assistants to take Wonder Woman to the treatment room to receive her forfeit. She grinned at the audience, “We’ll be right back!”


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    very good, looking forward to the next part

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    I am loving this set of stories. I am a huge superhero fan and love the scenario. I would like to see a situation where the heroines are forced to tickle each other or be tickled themselves.

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    Thanks guys.

    n2tickling, Nice scenario. Trouble is they're all so darned heroic that they wouldn't normally tickle their best friends even under the most dire threats. But Roulette has a plan...

    WW part coming tomorrow.


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    Wow, great stuff so far!

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    Thanks nyticklr. Always nice to get positive feedback.

    Didn't get the whole Wonder Woman forfeit done, but still managed 2,600 words of depraved bondage fun. It just kind of grew and grew. Part two soon, and then onto the second contest.

    I'm open to more suggestions for events. Ideas to me by Wednesday 25th please.

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    Diana felt somewhat apprehensive as she was wheeled into the forfeit room still strapped to the medical trolley. But she’d been captured before by other foes and had always managed to escape via either her own or the efforts of her allies.

    And this time Roulette and her cronies had made a bad mistake. They’d kidnapped six members from two of the most powerful super teams on the planet. Very soon Roulette would rue this day, despite the fact that she was undoubtedly dangerous: shown by being able to kidnap them from the middle of the annual gathering. Roulette also had the ability to neutralise their super powers, which was a rare ability.

    Rescue would come, but for now Diana had to support her team mates as best she could. Maxine was far too young and frail to go through an ordeal such as this, whilst Karen, for all her bluster was also less equipped to deal with this set back. She’d bear the weight of the forfeit for the team.

    Diana was snapped out of her reverie as the trolley stopped by the edge of a padded medical examination table. There was a set of strap covered gynaecological stirrups at one end of the table, and head, wrist and elbow straps at the other end.

    There were a dozen tickling ladies arrayed around the room, except that they’d been dressed up in white nurses’ uniforms, with surgical masks covering their faces. One of the trolley operators pressed a switch on the trolley and Diana was surprised to find herself now attached to a steel frame, to which she was strapped. That frame was then lifted on to the massage table by four of the faux nurses, even as the stirrups were swung aside, for now.

    She was placed onto the table and each of her arms in turn was grasped by three of the nurses, unstrapped from the frame and strapped to the table. She tested her strength, but she was still as weak as a mortal and could not resist the force from three nurses experienced in restraining struggling prisoners. They also strapped her head securely to the table via a forehead strap. They then unstrapped her legs from the frame and slid the frame out from underneath her. Her legs were both free, but the nurses stood well back, even as two of them gingerly moved the stirrups back into placed, so there was nobody she could kick, even half heartedly.

    One of the nurses bade Diana to place her legs into the stirrups and she did as commanded. It was unlikely that she could free herself, and even if she could her friends would still be in great danger. Better to conserve her strength rather than make any pointless displays of defiance. She placed both of her bent legs into the stirrups, which were slightly raised up serving to expose her anus for treatment. Straps were tightened across her thighs, knees and ankles. She was shocked to see that they even had ten steel cable nooses that they placed around her toes and then tightened up to leave her toes pulled wide apart. She was further surprised to feel her fingers being individually restrained. No doubt to heighten her feeling of helplessness. Diana had to admit to herself that it was working. Finally a Johnson gag was placed into her mouth, leaving her mouth vulnerable to any oral insertions that they wanted to give her.

    A speaker blared into life from a corner of the room, relaying Roulette’s voice “Glad to see that you’re comfortable Wonder Woman. And my sincere admiration again for your courage. Let’s see if you feel it was worth it. This treatment is designed to cure you of always being so serious all the time. Welcome to the patented laughter therapy treatment room.”

    Diana’s eyes flicked around as she could see the dozen nurses in her peripheral vision move closer to her. She was sure she could see lust and malice in their eyes. She only hoped that Hera would give her strength to endure.

    “Begin.” Commanded Roulette.

    One of the nurses spoke, “Right ladies, we need to cheer this sour puss up. Let’s begin with a gentle oil treatment.” The nurses each opened a bottle of oil and, rather than slicking up their hands, poured the contents all over Diana. Oil was poured down onto her arms, breasts, stomach, legs; across her toes and onto her pussy, where it dribbled down her perineum and anus – causing Diana to gasp.

    The dozen nurses then placed their hands across Diana’s immobilised body and began “treatment”. Two of the nurses gently massaged the tops and soles of Diana’s feet with the palms of their hands, with the occasional stroke of their soft fingertips between her splayed toes. Diana gasped in relaxed pleasure with every stroke. “Good patient response there team. Well done.” Commended the senior nurse. “Next team.” She commanded.

    Two more nurses massaged the oil across her calves, shins and upper and lower thighs. She gasped every time the stroking palms gently passed the backs of her knees.

    “Note that spot ladies.” Instructed the senior nurse. “Next.”

    To Diana’s surprise the next pair was the two ladies on her arms. They massaged oily palms across her outstretched arms, from her splayed hands – even between her fingers, all the way down to her armpits. She tried to control her breathing even as they stroked her sensitive armpits, but she still gasped in pleasure. Diana couldn’t understand how she could have so little control. Maybe there was something in the oil? “Note those treatment areas team three.” Instructed the senior nurse. “Next.”

    The fourth pair of nurse began to massage their oily palms across her firm breasts. She gasped as the palms dragged across her nipples, but she also tittered gently as the undersides of her breasts were massaged. She further gasped as their hands strayed all the way up her breasts and into her slick armpits. She was also surprised to find herself gasping as the sides of her neck were gently stroked by the nurses as their hands rounded Diana’s slick and perfect breasts. Her breathing was starting to catch in random gasps as the sixteen oily hands strayed upon sensitive parts of her body. “Good work.” Said the senior nurse. “Team five go.”

    Diana moaned as four oily hands started to stroke their way up and down her six pack abs and sides. Her muscles spasmed as they were stimulated in turn by the nurses’ oily hands. Her breathing grew faster and faster and one of the nurses lingered near her belly button, probing it with a firm finger. She emitted a slight yelp as the nurse poked the fingertip all the way in and swilled it around in the little pool of oil that had gathered inside it.

    “Nice work.” commended the senior nurse. “Team six, prepare the area before treatment.

    Diana was just about able to discern two nurses arrayed around her crotch. She could feel a liquid being massaged into her neatly trimmed pubic mound by firm fingers. Her eyes opened in alarm as she guessed what they were planning to do. She tried to move her hips anywhere she could but the straps were far too strong. She heard the rasp of a razor going through hair as she was shorn of her pubic mound. The razor strokes were repeated, along with several more applications of shaving lubricant. Eventually the nurse was finished. Diana gasped as a warm palm pressed down hard on the recently shorn skin. She moaned at the unfamiliar sensation which she could not even remember from years ago. She gasped even louder as four palms began to massage her pubic mound, buttocks and anus. Diana’s eyes rolled up in her head as slick fingers teased her perineum and anus. She realised now why Sonia had broken so quickly when her own anus was teased. It was like nothing Diana had ever felt before in her life. “Uhhhhhhhh.” She began to moan lewdly, despite her best efforts. Her anus and perineum started to tingle with warmth. There must definitely be some chemical in the oil. “Uhhargghhh!” Diana moaned even louder as her labia were also subject to the oily massaging palms.

    Back on the stage Maxine looked up at a large display screen to which Roulette, the audience and her fellow captives were watching intently. Diana’s body was so perfect. She was six feet tall and her legs seemed to go on for miles. Her breasts were perfectly sized and her abdomen so tight and slender. Her limbs were toned, but not excessively muscled so as to detract from her femininity. She was also amazingly beautiful. Even in her gag her jaw was strong and set. And her eyes were as deep blue as ever. The camera continued to pan around Diana’s struggling form as she was massaged, eventually lingering on Diana’s soft and perfect feet. If Wonder Woman was supposed to embody the Amazon ideal, she had succeeded in spades, possessing the body of Aphrodite. Her toes were all long and slender and the skin of her soles looked so soft and lickable. Maxine’s eyes opened in shock as she retracted that last thought. What a weird thing to think. She wasn’t into women, was she?
    As the camera panned around again Maxine noticed a small patch of rough skin on each of Diana’s heels. Even Aphrodite wasn’t perfect then.

    One of the ticklers who had stayed with her whispered maliciously, “Enjoying yourself much?” Maxine realised that her nipples were fully erect and that her crotch was burning hot. Pussy juice was starting to form and was soon going to dribble out. Maxine’s eyes opened in embarrassment. “Don’t worry kid, “Said the tickler, “Your secret’s safe with me. My pussy’s boiling right now, watching Wonder Woman get owned like that. I wish I was in there.”

    Maxine felt strangely dejected. The tickler said, “But don’t worry kid, it’s been fun tickling you as well, and we get a better view anyway.” The tickler began to gently stroke her firm hands across Maxine’s pert breasts and engorged nipples. Maxine gasped in shock, and was even more shocked to realise that she didn’t mind at all. She turned back to the display screen, enjoying the attention her breasts were receiving.

    Diana’s eyes darted back and forth and her breathing was no longer at the slow and controlled tempo that she’d tried to maintain. Her whole body was melting with relaxed pleasure as the dozen nurses massaged and caressed her body across every inch of her exposed flesh. Her pussy was boiling hot now, from both the oil and from frustration as her clit stood erect but untouched by any tickling fingers or palms.

    “Begin Stage two,” Barked the senior nurse. Diana would have leapt right off the table as her clitoris was gently stroked by a single finger tip. She began to breathe rapidly as the finger teasingly stroked her nubbin, but pulled back at the last second without fully stimulating her. Diana tried to thrust her hips upwards, but the straps frustrated her efforts. The nurse teased Diana’s clit again, this time pressing down just a bit more firmly. Diana moaned in satisfaction. This gentle clit teasing, plus all of the other massaging continued for an indeterminate amount of time. Diana’s eyes rolled back in her sockets and drool trickled from her gag as she gently moaned with pleasure. This was more relaxing that any massages she’d ever had in Themiscyra. Not that she was enjoying this, obviously, she told herself. Roulette and her cronies would still pay for this indignity, but so far it hadn’t been as bad as she’d feared.

    Diana grunted in alarm as soft fingers began to gently pry apart her labia. Her eyes widened in fear as she realised that she was going to be violated. She determined that she was going to remain stoic. Far better that she rather than Maxine or any of the other captives should suffer this indignity.

    “Vibrator.” Barked the senior nurse. Diana strained her eyes and could see a nurse placing an object near her crotch. She could also hear a low buzzing sound.

    “Geeearrghhh!” Diana moaned as her clitoris was subjected to a vibration unlike anything that she’d ever felt before.

    “Anal dildo.” Barked the senior nurse.

    “Geeaaughhh eeeghhh eeerrr eeeeeeehhhh!” Diana moaned and squealed as her anus was gently prized open and a thin, warm vibrating dildo was inserted up it. This stimulation reacted with the clitoral vibrations to double the effect of both. “Geeeaaahhhh Uhhh uuuhhh uhhh.”
    Diana barely noticed that the nurses massages were being added to by soft tongues stroking across the soles of her feet; between her toes, across her nipples (Which were also being gently sucked on) and down her taut stomach muscles. Most shocking of all was a nurse who began flicking her tongue across Diana’s lips, exposed by the Johnson gag. Diana could not believe how sensitive her lips were. Tingles of sensation shot through her lips. She strained to get away but her head was secured too tightly. “Eeehh eerghh eeehh ehh ehh ehh eerghh ermaged goddessss gahhhh.”

    “Vaginal dildo.” Barked the nurse. “And be gentle with it.”

    Diana gasped as her labia were gently pulled apart and she groaned as she felt a large warm semi pliant object enter her vagina.
    “Looks good.” Confirmed another nurse. “Looks like she’s providing plenty of her own lubrication to help out the oil. Guess she likes this, eh?”

    Diana gasped again as the dildo was pushed further and further up her slick pussy. Her tight vaginal muscles pressed down on the invader, determined to gain as much stimulation from it as possible.

    “GGahhhhh! Gahhhahh goddesss goddess gddsss geearrghh unnfff!” Diana moaned as the dildo was forced millimetre by slow millimetre up her grasping, slick and oily ****. Diana was now as filled as she’d ever been in her life. She could begin to feel an orgasm starting from her clitoral and anal stimulation. “Geeeaghhhh Fuuuckkk! Fuucckkkk!” Diana screamed as the vaginal dildo was turned on and vibrations tore through her G-spot. “GGGEAHHHH FEGHHH FFUCKKK! GEEARHHH! UGHHH! Fugh fugh fughahhhahaaa OOHHHH FUUUCCCKKKK!” Diana’s eyes bulged and her muscles were taut against her restraints as an overpowering orgasm tore through her body.

    “Fuuughhhh! Fuggh fughghh fduggh egghh fuggh fughh fugh fuhfuhfuhfufhufhfufhfufhfhfhfhfhhh EEARGGHHHH!” She panted and screamed as vibrations tore through her crotch, heightened by the gentle licking and stroking of the rest of her body.

    Diana screamed and thrashed and hollered in orgasmic bliss for far longer than a normal woman could manage. Her Amazon constitution stopped her from passing out several times when a normal woman would have been overwhelmed by pleasure. But Diana felt every single one of the dozens of continuous orgasms that ripped through her body as the vibrating dildos were left inside her and she was stimulated by dozens of skilled fingers and tongues.

    Tears of effort flowed from her eyes and drool fell in a trail from her mouth all the way down her chin to the table below. She hardly moved now as her body was spent. She could still feel all of the stimulation, but she was mostly numb to it, her nerves overloaded by sensations.
    After several more minutes the senior nurse shouted out, “We’re done for now. Give her five minutes rest and prep for stage three.”

    Diana stared up insensate at the ceiling and wasn’t even able to register the thought as to what the heck stage three was?

    Back on the stage, Maxine realised with a great deal of shame that she was looking forward to finding out.


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    OMG! That was fantastic. Please hurry with the next part. Your writing is wonderful

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    Thanks Joker Jack. Hope to get posted up by Tuesday.

    Also, as these characters are pretty obscure, some handy pics (Remove spaces and paste into navigation bar) of what they actually look like. Of course you all know what WW looks like, but an interesting take on her...

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    Great story keep it up

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    Thanks lancashirelad1. Got second part of WW's forfeit done earlier than I expected. Got the next contest suggestion to work on, but after that I'll wotk on the next forfeit (Not sure how I'm going to top WW's) and then launch into the conclusion. I'm still open for ideas, btw.

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    Diana had gathered her wits back after five minutes rest, thanks to her superior Amazonian stamina. Her breathing was back to normal, but she still felt slightly light headed and tingly in her crotch and across most of her skin. The nurses had assumed positions around the treatment table.

    Roulette announced, “That was just preparation for the treatment. Now let the laughter therapy begin!”

    Diana gasped as the nurses again poured oil over her nude immobile body. They then rubbed the oil over her skin as before. The touches were even more pleasurable than before. It was as if her cascade of orgasms had sensitised her skin to the slightest stimulation. She started to purr as the oil was stroked teasingly across her skin.

    “Begin treatment.” Ordered the senior nurse. Diana gasped as the slow teasing palm strokes changed to more rapid hard strokes with fingernails.
    “Nuuhhhh! Nuuhhhh! Naaughhh!.” Diana moaned as she fought against the tickling sensations. She strained at her bonds and the table creaked as the leather of the straps stretched imperceptibly without breaking. Diana gritted her teeth against the gag and scrunched her eyes up tight as she strained against the sensations. “Neeerghhh. Neaghhh!”

    “Right teams.” Said the senior nurse, “We need to crack her first, then increase intensity.” The other nurses nodded. They’d broken dozens of hot women before this.

    The gentle teasing finger strokes of Diana’s skin continued. They stroked their fingertips across almost every millimetre of her slick bare skin, their teasing touches lubricated by oil, sweat and other bodily fluids. “Eeehh!” Diana gave a little squeal of ticklish shock as a finger gently jabbed into her armpits. The nurse experimented with different speeds and intensities of jabbing, eliciting more surprised yelps from Diana. “Aeghh heehee!” Diana cackled as a finger pumped rapidly in and out of her belly button. “Ahhnuu! Eheauughh! Nugghheghhh!” Diana tried to shake her head from side to side, but she was strapped in too tight. She was barely holding on.

    “Eeghh Ahhghh Agghhh Ahahahagghh!” Diana began to cackle as mischievous finger tips began to tickle under her chin and inside her ears. “Eehhhehheheeheehehheehhh!” The tickling of her belly button, armpits and neck intensified. “Eeheehehhahh eahhh nnoo nooo eehhh eeheehehehhhheeehhEEHAHAHAHAHHA!” Diana burst into a hearty full throated roaring laugh as the tickling began to overcome her attempts to maintain her composure. The nurses around her sweaty; oil covered, writhing, helpless, aroused body smiled viciously as they knew that Diana’s resistance had been cracked. Now it was time to strike!

    The nurses at Diana’s feet began to viciously scrape their nails up and down the soles and tops of Diana’s feet. About twice per second they scraped their nails up and down, leaving red trails of teased flesh in the oil coating her tender feet. One of the nurses smiled sadistically and grabbed a stiff handled hairbrush. She began scraping the hairbrush up Diana’s sole. “GAHAHAHAEEEAGHHH EGAHAHAHAH EEEGAHHHH!” Diana screamed in tortured laughter, completely unable to maintain her composure.

    “Who’s a ticklish little pwincess? Who likes laughing at the ickle tickles?” Cooed one of the nurses.
    Two nurses kneaded the skin under Diana’s knees whilst also stretching over to scrape the soft skin between Diana’s splayed out toes. “GAAHHEEAAARGGGHHH!” Diana cackled in helpless hysteria. “AAGGHHHAA NAHAHAHHA nAHAHAHAHAHAHEEEHHAHAHAHAH!!!”
    Two nurses ran their nails up and down Diana’s sides, whilst also kneading the skin of Diana’s tummy. “Coohy coochy coo! Wonderfully ticklish woman. Do you like that tickling on your little tummy?”

    “NAHAAHAANAAAAHNAAAHHHH!” Diana screamed in a mixture of rage and terror at her lack of control.

    “NEUHHAHAHHAHA HAHAHHA!” Diana screamed at the top of her lungs as her perfect breasts were tickled mercilessly. Diana’s laughter grew even more hoarse, which hardly seemed possible, as the undersides of her breasts were focused on. One of the nurses bent over and began to gently nibble on one of Diana’s completely engorged nipples, as well as sucking hard on it.

    “Mama Mama.” Joked the nurse. She laughed. All of the nurses were laughing now, revelling in their sadistic glee; their eyes shining with malice as they tormented their helpless captive. They’d had some sweet captives in their time. Some real tough cookies, but they’d all broken down into the end, reduced to bubbling cackling shells of their former selves. Wonder Woman was about the most beautiful and majestic woman on the planet, with unsurpassed grace and presence. To bring her down to this level of cackling helplessness was especially satisfying to them. Whilst all of the super heroines were stupidly beautiful and well formed, Wonder Woman was the one they envied the most. Now they’d shown that Wonder Woman was just as flawed as them when pressed hard enough. And, to be honest, tickling hot babes to a complete loss of control was damn horny.

    Diana’s mouth was so wide open in roaring laughter that the gag hung loose from the straps into her mouth. Spittle flew from her mouth as she laughed uncontrollably, and her drooling increased as she lost all control over her facial muscles. Her eyes were scrunched up tight as could be and her face and upper body was bright red from exertion. Diana’s soles were now a dark purple as the sadistic nurses had scraped and brushed her oily foot bottoms as hard as they could, but still they continued. Piss spurted out from her urethra, hitting a couple of surprised nurses, who laughed cruelly. The piss spurt soon became a slow trickle that cascaded over the turned off dildo still stuck up her vagina.

    “GAHAHAHAEEARGHHH! AGHAAGHHHAHAHHA! AGHKKAKKKAKKA! AHKKAKKAKKKKAKAKAKAAHAHH! AKH AHK AGhee hee agghhh eeggh eak ak!” Diana’s roaring laughter began to trail off as her diaphragm tired and she was unable to draw in enough breath. Her mouth was wide open but no sound emerged. The only sound was the gentle creaking of the straps on the table as her body subconsciously tried to break free – although Diana by now had no idea where she was or even who she was. She was just a tormented plaything for a group of evil ticklers.

    The nurses carried on their merciless tickle assault, enjoying Diana’s increasingly feeble struggles. Their nipples were virtually bursting through their white uniforms, and several nurses were rubbing themselves against the table. One of the nurses was even drooling as she cackled maniacally in tickling sadistic pleasure.

    Eventually Diana could take no more and her eyes opened up unseeing at the ceiling and she no longer responded to her tormentors’ ticklish ministrations. After a seeming age the nurses stopped as Diana’s treatment was deemed complete. “Good job ladies, we’re done.” Said the senior nurse. “Now, let’s get her freshened up.”

    Diana started to recover some composure as the nurses went away to wash their hands. A nurse removed the dildos and vibrator from Diana’s orifices that had been left after stage 2. She groaned as her vision blurred and she blinked at the sweat in her eyes, as well as some slick hair that was now plastered against her forehead. A nurse tenderly stroked it away and wiper her brow with a wet cloth. “Don’t worry babe, we just need to clean you up and you’ll be back with your friends.”

    Diana groaned in acknowledgement. Her eyes opened up wide as she heard a rushing sound like a dozen small water jets. She grimaced in fear as she saw that several of the nurses were holding small electric brushes in their hands. One of the nurses demonstrated how it worked. She pressed a small button and a glob of liquid soap was extruded onto the brush head. She then pressed another button and the head whirred rapidly and shot out a small jet of water. The glob of soap flew off and narrowly missed a fellow nurse’s eye. The nurse shrugged at her mistake. “Plenty more soap and water Wonder Woman, don’t you worry.”

    Diana was too fatigued to breathe rapidly and her only sign of her unease was her eyes blinking rapidly. “EEEHEEEHEEEE!” Diana hollered as ticklish water jets struck her hypersensitive skin. “GGEEAAGHHH NOOHAHOHOHOHO EARGHHH!” She squealed as rapidly rotating brush heads, lubricated with soap, began to mercilessly vibrate against her skin. “EEEHHHEEEHHEEEHHHEHHHH! AHAAHAHAHAHHA!” She cackled as the brush heads swept against her soles, armpits, titties and sides. “GGEAARRGHHHH!” She screamed, nearly ripping her head free of the restraints, as brushes teased her perineum and anus, whilst another lingered up and down her labia, studiously avoiding her throbbing clit.

    “Got some rough patches here, boss.” One of nurses noted. “I guess that even Miss Aphrodite isn’t perfect. Needs to wear better fitting boots.”

    “Good spot.” Said the senior nurse. “Deploy the stones.”

    Diana was so overcome with sensations that she didn’t notice the nurse pick up a pumice stone and roughly scrape the rough skin around her heels. Her humiliation increased as she noted the criticism of her otherwise flawless physique, although at least the tickling didn’t get any worse.

    “GGEEAHHEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE!” Diana squealed as the whirring brush heads were stroked around the insides of her splayed toes. Another shot of piss splashed onto the table.

    “Don’t worry Wonder Babe, we’ll make sure you’re nice and clean for your pals. You’ve got lots on yet.” One of the nurses teased.

    Diana continued to struggle and squeal as her entire body was brushed and soaped mercilessly. She was soon covered in a thin layer of bubbles, with only her face visible through them. Even her hair was being washed and was a mass of soapy suds.

    Maxine, back on stage was moaning softly as she struggled to hold in a powerful orgasm. The nurse who was teasing her nipples had moved further south and was now stroking around her vagina, but never touching her clit or sensitive areas. But Diana’s ordeal was so sensual that it was enough to start sending Maxine over the edge.

    “Let’s give everybody a happy ending.” Commanded Roulette. Another tickler placed her mouth over Maxin’e pussy and began to start gently lapping at her upthrust clit. Meanwhile four ticklers paired off around Kendra and Dinah.

    “Yeeaghh, Gonna fucking kill you whores!” Screamed Kendra as she fought against the sensations being forced on her captive nubbin, also guiltily engorged after ages watching Wonder Woman’s ordeal. Tears streamed down her face as she ranted at her tormentors “Nooohh! Fuckers! Nooo!”

    Dinah was more composed and looked to Kendra. “Don’t give them the satisfaction of looking weak Kendra. Be proud.” She was glad to see that Kendra partly composed herself. She meanwhile was finding it harder and harder to think of anything else but the expert ministrations of the woman eating her pussy. Oliver had done his best, bless him, but he’d never eaten pussy like this. She was already well lubricated from watching Diana’s struggles. Her breathing began to slow and deepen as a mighty orgasm approached.

    Three ticklers smiled evilly as they approached Karen, their fingers waving teasingly. Karen glowered at them, vowing to herself that they would pay for all the indignities they’d inflicted upon her and her friends. Her face Grew redder and redder in embarrassment and rage, but then in arousal as a tickler ate her pussy, already dripping from watching Diana writhing on the table. The other two ticklers each nibbled on her aroused nipples. Karen gritted her teeth but she knew that it was no use. She was going to expose her most intimate feelings to these evil tormentors.

    Sonia squealed and screamed as the ticklers took up positions around her. One of the ticklers began to lap at her clit, and deeply tongue her pussy, whilst another tickler gently tickled her sensitive anus and the third tickler licked up and down her sides and flicked her tongue into her armpit. “GGeeheeeheeeheeeheee eaeearrghhhhhhh!” She cackled and squealed at the tickling, and then her face scrunched up as she fought the oncoming orgasm, but it was no use. She gave a kawaii scream of defeat as her pussy gushed.

    Maxine’s moans of orgasmic surrender mingled with those of the other four captives, adding to the symphony of erotic moans and groans. She’d never had her pussy eaten before. It was like nothing she’d ever imagined as she sneakily fingered herself up in her room at the JSA mansion. She realised that it was the lack of control and the inability to influence what was happening to her that made it so sensuous. Even as she came, her eyes were glued to the display screen.

    Diana’s body was being brushed down with soft downy towels and her hair was being brushed. The nurse brushing her hair cooed at how beautiful Diana looked after her wash. Once Diana was ready the nurse around her began to slowly lick at her captive body. She moaned as she was lickled between her toes and up the soles of her feet. Her armpits were also stroked with tongues, as well as the backs of her legs, her stomach and her perfect form breasts. Her nipples were also softly sucked and nibbled. A nurse stroked her face and cooed at what a good girl she’d been. Diana moaned as her lips were gently stroked with fingers and tongue, which she was helpless to prevent.

    Her eyes flew open in deep shock as an index finger was forced up her anus and. The finger was then rapidly stroked back and forth, slick with oil and soap so that it did not hurt, but worked to arouse her anal passage. Meanwhile several fingers were placed palm up into Diana’s vagina, even as her clit was being rapidly lapped at by an expert tongue. “GGuugghrrghhhh.” She moaned as her eyes were opened in shock at the multiple violations. The fingers teased around and then began to press upwards a few inches inside Diana’s vagina. It was the most wonderful feeling that she’d ever known. The fingers pressed with the exact right pressure in the exact right place at the exact right intensity to give her enormous pleasure. Her vaginal muscles tightened around the fingers, as if to prevent them from leaving. But the fingers were going nowhere. They continued to stroke her G spot even as her clit and anus were stimulated intensely.

    “GGEEEarrghhhuhuuuhuuuhuuuuuhuuuu!!” Diana screamed in bliss as her vagina spasmed in ecstasy and her piss and her juices flew freely. The finger stroking continued and she screamed again and again as further orgasms ripped through her body. The pleasure was now too much, almost worse than searing pain, but the stroking and licking and rubbing were relentless and she orgasmed again and again. After a while Diana floated in a bubble where all she was aware of was the next upcoming orgasm and the loud thump of her rapidly beating heart.

    “Geeuugghhhhh.......” Diana looked up unseeing as drooled as she lost consciousness. The senior nurse, who had taken personal charge of Diana’s orgasm therapy, rubbed at Diana’s body for several more seconds before stopping and congratulating herself on a job well done.

    “Great work team!” Said the senior nurse. “That’s a wrap!”

    “But, miss.” Said one nurse, “She’s all dirty. Look she’s pissed all over the place.”

    The senior nurse nodded. “Good call. We need to wash her again. Best do everything just to be sure.” She smiled sadistically beneath her surgical mask. “Let’s make sure she’s awake first so that she can appreciate our efforts.”

    The other nurses nodded and smiled just as maliciously at the suggestion.

  14. #14
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    Jan 2007
    Just as good as I hoped for - thank you! The WW in chains pic (link above story) is great too. Just gazing at those exposed underarms

  15. #15
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    Jul 2005
    I loved all your previous works and this didn't disappoint, i always enjoy DC women involved in fetish related adventures.

    Your writing technique are always wonderful and creative and never compromising on the sexuality of the situation it always makes it a joy to watch.

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