Message-ID: <015605Z12111995@anon.penet.fi> Path: newshost.williams.edu!news2.near.net!d2.tufts.edu!blanket.mitre.org!agate!newsxfer.itd.umich.edu!newsfeed.internetmci.com!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 01:51:22 UTC Subject: The Origin of a Superheroine, Part 1 Lines: 258 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 1 The mountains at sunset is easily the most beautiful site in the world; the way the snow gleams, the way the ice deflects the light into wonderful prisms, and the colors that splash across the horizon. I was on vacation, up in the beautiful mountains of my youth. I was raised here, and moved to the city. But, every year, I have to return here. After living in the bustle and noise of the city, I need the peace and serenity of these mountains. Perhaps I should first describe myself. I am 5'9", with reddish brown hair, which at the time this happened was about shoulder length, with dark brown eyes. I was blessed with a nice body, with a 38C-29-37 frame. I was, and still am, muscular, although the reason I was muscular then was because of my job. I loved being in shape, but I was far too shy to go to a gym. I hated to wear those skimpy workout outfits. The thought of that makes me laugh now, considering what I wear every day. I was heading back to the little cabin that my father owned. It was remote, quiet. All I ever heard was the sounds of the icicles falling from tree limbs, and the wind blowing through the ridges. Peace. No radio, no television, just my Cherokee and a shortwave radio in case of emergency. I was gazing down on the little river that wound its way through the mountains, working its way to the Snake River, and on. I would just stand there, and listen to the sounds of it trinkling its way by. But, it was getting late, and I knew I should get back to the cabin before dark. So, I hiked back, whistling, listening to my feet crunch into the crisp snow. As I approached my cabin, I heard a tremendous crash, followed by an explosion. From between the trees, I saw a huge column of smoke billow into the sky, from the direction of the cabin. I took off at a run. I knew if the generator had blown up and caught the cabin on fire, it could destroy all my food, and perhaps the flames would reach the cherokee. As these thoughts flew through my head, it caused to me to panic, thinking of being stranded up here, with no food, no shelter... I was on top of them before I knew it. I saw the cabin burning, and that must have been all I could see. I ran toward it, wanting to move the Cherokee, and maybe get some food out of the cabin. As I ran around the corner, I saw my Cherokee on it's side, burning brightly. Then I saw her. The first thing I thought when I saw Wonder Woman was "Jesus, she'll freeze". I still don't know why. She was bruised, battered, but still fighting. Three creatures (I later learned they were called Mongrels) were stalking her, with two others on the ground. She moved fluidly, unlike any person I had ever seen before. I had seen many of the heroes on the television, and even saw the Flash run by my apartment once, but this...I could only stand and watch. I didn't know what else to do. One got behind her, and leaped. With blinding quickness, she lashed out with her red boot, hitting it flush in it's brutish face. As it crashed back into a tree with a howl, the other two jumped at her. One grabbed her around the waist, tackling her, both falling, twisting in the snow. As she fell, the other creature smashed her in the face, spinning her head around, her raven hair flying across her face. She drove her fist into the chin of the one on top of her, knocking it off, but the other stomped down directly on her chest, so hard I involuntarily held my arms across my breasts in sympathetic pain. She cried out in pain as it ground it's hairy foot into her large, firm breasts. She grabbed it's foot, and with a loud cry, threw it off her. It fell back into the snow, but, as she was getting up, the other dove onto her again, it's clawed hands grabbing her around each side of her head, driving her into the ground. She quickly grabbed it's wrists, seemingly inexhaustable. As Wonder Woman pulled it's hands from her face, the first one leaped at her from it's knees. She quickly jerked her head aside as it's fist drove into the hard frozen ground. "Damn you Mongrels!" a voice suddenly shrieked. I spun around to see where the voice was coming from. Walking toward the cabin from amongst the trees, I saw an old man, wearing a large fur coat, huffing and puffing up to the fight. "She's a woman! Take advantage of that!" he screamed at them in a wheezing voice. "Haven't I taught you morons anything?!" Wonder Woman twisted, throwing off the creature on her. With a slight lift of her muscular legs, she leaped to her feet straight from her prone position. The creatures looked at this old man for an instant, then leaped at her again. The one on the ground grabbed Wonder Woman around her left leg, causing her to windmill her arms to keep her balance. Swiftly, the other creature jumped at her, grabbing her breasts with it's clawed hands, squeezing with all its strength. Wonder Woman cried out in pain, her hands quickly pulling at the creature's hands. The creature under her clenched a fist, and pounded her between her legs, causing her to cry out again, allowing her to be pulled down to the ground by her breasts onto her back. The old man rushed over, reaching into a pocket of his coat, digging for something. Again, the creature drove its fist into Wonder Woman's vagina. She grunted, her body jerking into the air, nearly throwing off the creature crushing her breasts. With a cry, she pulled the hands off her breasts. As the one creature sat on her legs, the other immediately went after her again. "Hold her you fools!" the old man ordered as he pulled out a small metal box, with various straps on it. Wonder Woman punched the creature jumping on her, sending it spinning around, blood gushing from a nasty blow. The creature on her legs lashed out, the back of his fist slamming into her, jerking her head around, causing her to flop back down into the snow. She seemed dazed, her hands on her head, obviously trying to regain her equilibrium. The old man fell to his knees beside the stunned heroine. The creature grabbed Wonder Woman's wrists, jerking them to the ground. The old man pushed a button on the small box, and slammed it into her crotch, laughing as he grinded it in. Wonder Woman's eyes widened, screaming at the top of her lungs. But, it wasn't a scream of pain. Her fingers dug into the ground, as her legs spread wider, her boots pushing the soft snow aside. The creature held her down as Wonder Woman began to jerk rhythmically, each time letting out a moan. I could see her nipples hardening against her red bustier, her knees bent upwards, her legs spreading farther apart. The creature sat on her belly, now holding her arms down easily. The old man held the box to the amazon's pussy, and light on it blinking steadily. Each time the light blinked, Wonder Woman jerked. I watched her face, her mouth wide but silent except for a small moan at each jerk, her eyes half closed, her face enraptured. The old man reached down to the box. He turned a small knob on the side of the palm sized box. As he turned it, the light began to blink faster, as Wonder Woman began to moan and squirm faster. He laughed maniacally, enjoying listening to the amazon's cries of pleasure. Suddenly, Wonder Woman screamed wildly, her body spasming uncontrollably. I must have screamed too, because the old man looked over at me surprisedly. I froze, watching the scene as if hypnotized. Wonder Woman cried loudly, caught in the throes of her orgasm. He looked at me quizzically, then, he smiled. Instantly, I charged at him. I still don't know why. Maybe it was anger, maybe I knew that Wonder Woman was my only hope. I ran at him, hoping to knock him off Wonder Woman. He quickly ran a strap over and across her hips, buckling the little box on over her vagina, the light still blinking rapidly, Wonder Woman jerking in time to it. Just as he turned to me, I crashed into him, both of us tumbling to the snowy ground. I reared back, and hit him squarely in the cheek, knocking the old man backwards. I began to pound on him, beating on him, anger pouring out of me in a rain of blows to the old man's face. I easily outweighed the skinny little man, and I was far more muscular. I was filled with rage. Wonder Woman had been a hero of mine for my entire life it seemed. And I was going to help her. So I kept beating the old man, avoiding his weak attempts to push me off or grab my hands. Suddenly something grabbed my hair, and I was thrown through the air with a cry of pain. I rolled across the snowy ground. I quickly spun around, throwing back my hair from my face. The creature Wonder Woman had punched was stomping through the snow toward me, blood trickling from its face. I stood up, not knowing what to do. "I want her alive Mongrel," the old man ordered it. The creature turned its head slightly as the old man yelled. I saw what might be my only chance, and charged it. I drove my shoulder into it, with all my strength. It moved only slightly as I bounced off it's strong body, falling heavily to the snow. As I looked up, the back of it's meaty hand slammed into me, hurling me across the ground. It was like a nightmare. Everything was foggy, and I tried to get to my feet, but I couldn't make my body do what I wanted. I saw the creature coming toward me, but I stumbled, staggered, everything fuzzy. As it got next to me, a took a swing at it, but it snatched my fist out of the air. Before I could react, it reached across my body for my other wrist, and jerked me into the air, spinning me around. I pulled with all my strength, and kicked backwards at it, as I dangled in the air. The old man got up, holding his bruised lip, with an evil look in his eyes. "Get back from me!" I screamed at him, as he walked toward me. "And tell this monster to let me go!" He laughed; a chilling laugh, of one that could care less about any living creature. He dabbed the blood trickling into his eye from the gash on his brow. "No," he said coldly. "Bring that amazon slut over here," he ordered the creature holding Wonder Woman down. It reached down, grabbing a fistful of her luxurious black hair. I hoped she would jump up, still fighting, but she hung there by her hair, her hands dangling limply at her side, her body still twitching to the pulses of the box strapped onto her pussy. It threw her tall, powerful body over its shoulder, and plodded over to him. Wonder Woman hung limply over his shoulder, her face hidden by her hair, her arms dangling. When he turned, I could see her thighs weren't dangling, but spread unnaturally, her boots hanging from her knees weakly, bouncing as it walked. Occasionally she would twitch as another wave of pleasure emanated from the box. "So, you wanted to be a heroine?" the old man asked me sarcastically. "You see what happens to heroines that put themselves in my way?" he asked, as he unwrapped the straps around the little metal box. "They get to wear one of these." I glanced over again at Wonder Woman, hanging there, the little box visible between her spread legs, the little light pulsing, her body quaking. He walked toward me, holding the little box, smiling. "It was a interesting idea I had when I made this. This little gem sends a small jolt of current into the female clitoris, and passes along the neural pathways to the pleasure centers of the brain. I have yet to see any woman, or amazon," he said, putting his hand on Wonder Woman's star-covered ass, "that can withstand it for long." "And now, we can see how well you can withstand it," he said, stepping toward me. "NO!!" I screamed, kicking at him wildly, anything to keep him away. He stood back from my thrashing kicks, my boots swinging wildly. He smiled again coldly. "You WILL be wearing this," he said, holding up the box. "It is entirely up to you whether it is simple, or painful." I stopped kicking as he stepped back. "I"ll never surrender to you, you perverted bastard," I said, spitting the words at him, sounding braver than I felt. "Drop her," he ordered the creature holding Wonder Woman. "and grab this bitch's tits, and crush them until I tell you to stop." The creature abruptly let Wonder Woman fall over his shoulder. She landed on the ground in a heap, falling onto her back, her legs still spread out at an angle. The creature came toward me, his cruel hands outstretched. "No!! Stop!!" I screamed, kicking at it. My boots bounced off it's hard body, as it grabbed my jacket, and shredded it in half, the down flying all about. Then, quickly, it gripped my own healthy breasts within my sweater. I groaned loudly as it grabbed my entire breasts in it's huge hands, squeezing them in its powerful grip. I gritted my teeth, trying not to let him know the pain, but he knew. I could feel my breasts being crushed under that steel grip, my entire world being the pain emanating from my breasts. I don't know how long I hung up there in that world, but I remember vaguely hearing the old man say stop in the background. My head lolled down on my chest, and as my blurred vision came back, I could see the gouged holes in my sweater, showing the red skin of my breasts, and the white lace of my bra. The old man was standing in front of me, holding that little box, a perplexed look on his face. "Dungarees," he murmurred. "Mongrel, tear those blasted things off her." The creature stepped forward, grabbing my jeans, and, with a mighty tug, tore them in half. He continued to tear them until they were hanging in tatters from my knees, my white lace underwear covering my shaved pussy. The old man grinned as he looked me over. I could only watch, unable to move from the pain I still felt in my breasts. He put the box up against my panties, running a strap up and over one side of my waist, and buckling in on, then running the other strap over the other side, and buckling that side on. He tugged on it to make sure it was secure, then reached down, and turned a small knob. As soon as he put the box up against my pussy, I felt myself getting moist. On the underside of the box was a small wedge which pushed between my lips, with a small knob protruding against my clitoris. Despite the bitter cold, I felt like I was burning up. As his hands ran over my bare hips and ass, I started to tingle. Then, as he turned the knob... "OOHHHHMMMMYYGOOODDD!!" I cried out, my head falling backwards, as my body arched outwards, my breasts pressing against my bra. I felt as if I was suddenly thrown into the middle of the most powerful orgasm in my life. My pussy screamed at me, throbbing madly. My legs immediately spread wide as if to let in a man's penis, as I felt my body tense and relax as the waves of pleasure passed through me. Every muscle in my body contracted, as I twisted and bucked, held up high by my hands. I cried out each time I felt the throbbing waves of orgasm pulse through me, moaning and sobbing uncontrollably. "Toss that bitch over your shoulder, and you pick up the amazon," the old man ordered. I was put over its shoulder, barely able to think, much less resist, as I hung there, my body screaming, my legs parted as wide as my torn jeans would allow. It started walking after the old man, oblivious to my erotic cries as I twitched in the power of the unending orgasm. Vaguely I could sense Wonder Woman enduring the same wonderfully horrible torture, beside me on the shoulder of the other creature, as we were carried off... --****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