Message-ID: <015619Z12111995@anon.penet.fi> Path: newshost.williams.edu!news2.near.net!d2.tufts.edu!blanket.mitre.org!agate!newsxfer.itd.umich.edu!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an399333@anon.penet.fi (Stargirl) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an399333@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 12 Nov 1995 01:51:47 UTC Subject: The Origin of a Superheroine, Part 3 Lines: 177 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 3 I looked down at the metal pole inching up towards me, as I was being slowly brought down to meet it. It turned slowly, rhythmically, as a glistening fluid oozed out of tiny holes in the top ten inches of its surface. I tried to move, twist, bend; anything to avoid the two inch thick shaft. But the metal bands around my upper thighs kept my hips in place, and the bands on either side of my knees and the band on my ankles spread my legs wide apart. Nearing panic as it was a foot from me, I glanced over at Wonder Woman. She was atop the machine below her, pulled down onto the thick rod. It was deep inside her tall, beautiful amazon body, slowly turning, a mixture of her cum and the lubricant oozing down its sides. Her head was down on her chest, her eyes closed, her hands dangling weakly, her long dark hair lying across her face, back, and breasts damply. Suddenly I jerked as I felt the hard rod touch the lips of my vagina. A tingle passed the length of my body, like a current flowing from the rod. My body seemed to open up to receive it, as a small moan passed from my lips. As it began to slide inside me, the bands, from my upper thighs to my ankles, pulled gently outward, stretching me wider to accept the rod. Spinning as it entered, the rod remorselessly drilled its way into me. The electric tingle grew stronger as the pain in my pussy increased. I threw my head back and cried out in erotic agony as it went further and further into me, as I was pulled down onto it. My hips spread wider as it went deeper, and deeper. The pain gradually disappeared as the tingling between my thighs seemed to overwhelm any pain from the thick shaft. I could feel the warm lubricant on it, mixing with my forming juices as my body began to react. My nipples became quickly erect as my overstretched vagina engulfed the huge rod. I let out a small cry as it grinded into the end of my vaginal tract. I felt myself being locked into place, my entire body quivering, tingling as it completely filled me. I hung there on, and over, the huge metal rod, unable to keep my fingers from twitching. Suddenly, with a loud hydraulic hiss, it pulled down, almost entirely out of me. It stayed there for a second, all my senses concentrated on it, and what it would do next. Abruptly it drove into me. "Oohhh...jesus...." was all I could gasp out as an incredible wave of pleasure inundated every pore of my being. It quickly jerked back down, then impaled my helpless body again. This time all I could do was let out a little squeal of erotic ecstasy. Down it went again, then back into me, and back down; rhythmically ramming into my pussy, as I helplessly thrashed on top of it. I jerked my head back, my red hair flying wildly, then I would drop my head down to my chest at the next thrust. The room seemed to disappear around me, as my entire existence seemed to be to ride this building orgasm. Each time the rod slid down I could vaguely hear the suction sound as it twisted its way down from the depths of my tight pussy. As it screwed its way back inside me, I felt the warm juices run down my burning, muscular thighs, dripping off my knees. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through the length of my body, exploding from my clit and deep inside my vagina, and going through me like a tidal wave, until its ended at my extremities, causing my fingers and toes to twitch uncontrollably. "Jeeee..." I moaned as I felt myself on the precipice of orgasm. "Suuuuuuuuu....." My clit began to swell, my body suddenly becoming very still, my brown eyes wide but unseeing, my mouth open wide. "Ssssss!!!!" I screamed as ecstasy exploded inside me. The rod drove inside my helpless body with a finality that pushed me upwards, as I thrashed in the throes of orgasm. I screamed over and over as each pulse of orgasm passed through me. Suddenly my entire world turned gray. Through my tautly stretched vagina I felt the strange gray energy engulf me, and shoot through my orgasm-wracked body. Every muscle in my body contracted at the same time as the most sublime orgasm of my life inundated my being. I became very still as my head rolled back, my wild red hair dangling down, an open-mouthed smile on my lips, my eyes gently closed. Slowly, I felt darkness overcoming me, as the powerful orgasm exhausted me, body and soul... I smelled formaldehyde. The horrible stench filled my nostrils, jerking me completely to consciousness. My dark brown eyes blinked in the complete darkness that was around me. I was lying back on a table, thick metal bands across my ankles, hands, waist and neck. I was still naked, but thankfully the horrid rod was gone. I looked around through the impenetrable darkness, straining my ears and eyes to find out where I was. The silence, like the darkness, was complete. I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to yell, scream for help, but I was too afraid of attracting the wrong kind of attention. The smell of the formaldehyde was overpowering, making me nauseous. Slowly, panic started to take control of me. With a jerk, I pulled my left arm from the metal band like it was thin paper. I gasped. I laid there for a few seconds, stunned. I turned my hand in the air, then reached back down to the torn and twisted metal. It was cold, hard to the touch. But my hand was free. I reached up to my neck, grabbed the collar holding me to the table, and tugged. A screech of bending, tearing metal grated in my ears and the collar parted easily. My mind reeled. I had just torn a thick band of metal like it was tissue! With an easy jerk, I tore my other wrist free. My legs pulled the bands around my ankles out of the table. With both hands I pulled the thickest band from my waist, and kept hold of it. I could feel the strength in the metal, but it bent and tore easily in my hands! Suddenly I heard a noise. I could distinctly hear the door to the room being opened. I stood there, not knowing if I should duck, jump back on the table, run... As a thin shaft of light entered the room from the hallway beyond, a hairy hand reached in and turned on the light to the room. I blinked in the sudden light, slowly making out the outline of a mongrel, one of the manbeasts of Professor Malus. It looked at me in surprise as I blinked. I only stared back, frozen in indecision, as the twisted metal band dropped to the floor. It made a small turn as if to run off to raise a warning, then, seeing the fright on my face, it turned back to me. It's beady eyes looked over my naked body, a lascivious grin on it's bestial, doglike face. I flushed as its eyes passed over my body, but then I began to get angry. The torture they had subjected me to when they brought me here, what they had done to the three heroines, and raping me with their damned machine; all of this came to the forefront of my mind. "You bastards!!" I screamed furiously, and charged it. Before I could blink, even before I could raise my fists, I rammed into it. It crashed back into the wall across the hall, as I fell to the floor, unhurt, but stunned by the quickness with which I had gotten to the mongrel. I sat there on my bare ass, dazed at the burst of speed. The mongrel got to its feet, looking at me, full of fright. It turned, and took off down the hall. I immediately knew I had to stop it. Leaping up, I flew after it. Within seconds, my fists, doubled together, smashed into its head. Blood, chips of bone, and small specks of gray jelly splashed out from under my joined fists. The mongrel crashed to the floor, blood seeping from its crushed skull, its eyes wide but unseeing. I looked down at it agape. I parted my hands, and looked at the blood and brains on them, as they began to shake. I had just hit it! That's all! I hadn't meant to kill it!! How... Suddenly I realized I wasn't touching the ground. In fact, I had just flew through the air to catch up to it. "Sweet Jesus..." I murmured to myself, looking down at the floor a foot below my feet. Now I knew how I had hit the mongrel on the head, when it is eight feet tall, and I but a little under six feet. What had happened to me...? As I looked down, I began to notice that my body looked a little different. I had no signs of the freckles that had plagued me, and, although I was in good shape, my muscles were incredibly well defined, with no sign of any fat on me. My breasts seemed to be sitting high on my chest, incredibly firm. They had sagged a little before, but now... Then it hit me. My breasts looked very much like Wonder Woman's; high and firm. All the things Malus had said came flooding back to me. He had said something about taking a part of the powers from the three heroines, and that I would soon have some superpowers. Both Supergirl and Mary Marvel could fly; now I could too. All three had great strength; now so did I... I had to find them! They had to help me! Maybe Wonder Woman could reverse the process... I moved quickly, my thoughts crystallizing. I had to move fast before Malus found out what had happened. I floated over, and picked up the dead mongrel by the waist, and carried its 500 pound body effortlessly into the room I had come out of. As I went in, I nearly gagged. I hadn't had a chance to look around before. The back of the room was filled with large tubes, each one filled with brown formaldehyde. Inside the tubes were men and mongrels. Here was where Malus made his mongrels that served him! Men were in the ten tubes, each in some stage of being made into a mongrel. I gagged, the bile rising in me and a wave of nausea arose from within. 'There's no time for this!' I told myself. I threw the dead mongrel inside the room, and quickly darted back into the hall, shutting the door behind me. I took a very deep breath of air, pausing to get over what I had seen. Gathering myself, I looked up and down the empty hall. I knew I had to find Wonder Woman...she would know what to do... --****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