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Part One & Two!
Barbara Gordon only had an hour for her lunch break from the library but today instead of eating she planned to visit the new Lingerie Shop she had noticed just around the corner. She loved wearing sexy lingerie under the plain business suit that was in order at the library. Barbara opened the door to the shop and immediately noticed how many mannequins this somewhat small store contained. They almost completely lined the walls and front window was full of them. There were even mannequins on top of some of the display racks. It seemed like overkill to her, but as she looked closer at some of them she noticed that they were extremely life-like and no two were the same. It was as if each one was custom made. The only other customer in the shape was a tall blonde standing with her back to Barbara. As the blonde turned around Barbara was momentarily stunned by how incredibly beautiful this woman was. The blonde noticing Barbara's stare turned and walked back towards the dressing rooms, just before she entered the room she looked back at Barbara, cocked her head towards the room and winked. Barbara was just getting used to her feelings about other women and the thought of making it with the blonde stranger excited her. She looked around and grabbed a bra off the closest rack and hurried back towards the dressing rooms. Before she entered the dressing area she looked around the store and saw there was only one disinterested looking clerk and all those mannequins. Clutching the bra she stepped into the dressing room. What she found was a brightly lit corridor with several stalls on each side. The stalls were closed off with curtains, all the way to the floor and she could not tell which one the blonde was in. Barbara started to walk down the corridor when suddenly a hand reached from behind one of the curtains and pulled her into the stall. It was the blonde and before Barbara could say anything the blonde kissed her fiercely, Barbara couldn't talk if she wanted to but right now talk was the furthest thing from her mind. The blonde back off slightly and whispered into Barbara's ear "I only have a few minutes, let's make this quick". Barbara could only stand back as the blonde practically ripped off her business suit and started on Barbara's clothes, in seconds both women were stripped down to there lingerie. This woman must do this a lot, thought Barbara as the blonde was already working on Barbara's pussy with her tongue. Oh god, she just started and I'm ready to come. After what seemed like minutes but was in reality only seconds the blonde had Barbara on the brink of ecstasy, Barbara had never been around anyone who turned her on like that. Barbara tried to hold on but had her first orgasm. She started having second thoughts, maybe this isn't good, it's all happening to fast and she grabbed her clothes and darted out of the stall. She paused briefly in the corridor to get dressed and left the dressing area. She wanted to get out of the store as soon as she could. The sales clerk noticed Barbara leaving and called out "hey, you went in there with a bra and I didn't see you come out with one, where is it?" Barbara mumbled something about the woman in the third stall has it. The sales clerk asked Barbara to wait while she checked. A few minutes later the clerk emerged from the dressing room with the bra "well here is the bra but I didn't see any woman in there with it." "How can that be, I just saw her there" Barbara said. "Look for yourself" the clerk replied. Barbara walked back to the dressing room and pulled back the curtain on the stall she was just in. Empty, no trace of the blonde woman. Maybe she was mistaken so Barbara pulled back the curtains on all the stalls and they were all empty. "Is there another exit?" Barbara asked the clerk. "Only through the front" was the reply. Barbara didn't know what to think, she had to get back to work but she didn't imagine the blonde and was curious what happened to her. She decided right then that she needed to visit this shop again, later tonight and not as Barbara Gordon, but as Batgirl.
Picking the lock on the back door to the shop was easy for Batgirl. She entered the dimly lit backroom and noticed that it was full of mannequins as well, between the store and the backroom there were hundreds of them. What she saw next took her breath away, it was a mannequin but looked exactly like the blonde woman from this afternoon. Barbara felt the mannequins breasts and they were firm and hard, solid in fact. She touched the mannequins cheek, it was cold and hard. Feelings from this afternoon were coming back to her and she leaned forward and kissed the mannequin on the lips, there was something familiar about the way they felt but just like her cheek they were cold and hard. Whomever runs this place did something to this woman and I've got to find out, thought Batgirl. "I guess the best place to start would be the dressing room". Batgirl entered the stall where she had been earlier and looked around. She hadn't noticed this afternoon how large it really was, much bigger than any other dressing room she had been in before. Other than the size there wasn't anything else that looked out of the ordinary, just your standard mirror, bench and a hook on the wall. Out of habit she grabbed the hook and gave it a slight tug. At that instant a small dart struck her left breast, she glanced down and saw the red tip on the end of the dart and that was the last thing she saw. Batgirl's knees buckled almost immediately and she hit the floor hard. Seconds later the floor tilted up to one side and Batgirl's limp body was dumped into the darkness below.
Batgirl's body slid down a long incline until it was dumped out into a large net. A woman walked over and picked up the sleeping superhero and layed her down on polished metal table. She then proceeded to strip away Batgirl's costume, the boots went first, then the gloves, followed by the body suit and finally the mask. The woman was slightly amused to see that Batgirl didn't wear anything under her costume.
She carried the costume over to a mannequin that was propped up against the wall and spent a few moments dressing it up in Batgirl's clothes. The woman walked back to the table and pressed a button on one side and metal brackets emerged from the four corners. She secured Batgirl's ankles and wrists to these so the crimefight was tied spread-eagle to the table. The first part of Batgirl's body she would work on were the feet, perfect straight toes "good won't have to work on those much" thought the woman. She did notice some calluses on the bottoms of Batgirl's feet but taking a small stone quickly filed those away.
She then went to work on the toes, quickly removing any polish from the nails and giving Batgirl a pedicure. Once finished with the feet the woman moved to Batgirl's hands, they were perfect all she had to do was remove that purple fingernail polish. She then pried open Batgirl's mouth and checked her teeth, nothing out of the order there but then again they didn't have to be perfect since where she was going she would ever have to be opening her mouth. The women then got some shaving cream and starting with the legs covered Batgirl in the substance, all the way up to the neck. First she carefully shaved away all of the hair in the pubic region then removed all the body hair from Batgirl's legs, torso and arms. Once done with that she carefully removed all facial hair including Batgirl's eye brows. The woman release Batgirl from the brackets and flipped her over on her stomach and rescued her to the brackets. She then proceeded to remove all of the body hair from that side of Batgirl's body. Once she was satisfied with that she prepared and enema and made sure Batgirl was good and flushed out. She turned Batgirl over once more and forcing a tube down her throat emptied the contents of her stomach. It was now time to clean up. Batgirl was release from the table and her wrists were tied to a chain leading up to a pulley on the ceiling, the women hoisted Batgirl up off the table and moved the whole pulley system across the room. Recessed into the floor was a large bubbling vat and Batgirl was lower up to her neck into the liquid. She was left there for only a moment while the woman hosed off the table. When Batgirl was pulled out her body was spotless. She was pulled back over to the table tied back down. The woman would have to clean her face by hand. First she dipped a rag in the vat and wiped Batgirl's face, any makeup Batgirl was wearing was instantly removed. With cleanup complete it was time for the real business to begin.
Batgirl was once again hoisted up by the pulley but this time was lead to a strange framework assembly. The woman lowered Batgirl into the frame. Batgirl's feet were placed on two platforms and the woman adjusted a few knobs and Batgirl's feet were forced into an exaggerated high heel position. The woman thought for a moment "hmm so your a superhero, I guess we need to put you in an appropriate position". More and more parts of Batgirl's body were fixed to the frame until she was standing with her feet spread, hands on hips and one hip thrust out. The fasteners on the frame held every part of Batgirl's body in the exact place the woman wanted it. It finally came time to position Batgirl's head, the woman had Batgirl looking off into the distance over one shoulder. "It looks like your ready" said the woman "you need to be awake for the final part!" With that she took a hypodermic needle and thrust it into Batgirl's arm. The unconscious superhero started to come around and finally awoke but I'm sure if you asked her she might have wanted to stay under instead of seeing what was about to happen to her.
Batgirl's eyes slowly came into focus. Even before she could see she knew she was in trouble, she could not move any part of her body, not even her fingers or toes, everything seemed to be locked down. As things became clearer she could see another woman cross her field of view, it was the sales clerk from the lingerie shop. Batgirl remembered now, she had gone to the shop to find out what happened to the blonde woman she shared a moment with that seemed so long ago. The woman was staring right into Batgirl's face now. "I'll bet you are curious what I'm going to do with you" she said. Batgirl tried to speak but soon found out that she couldn't open her mouth, like the rest of her body it was constrained by some unseen force. "Don't try to talk honey, it's quite impossible" the woman said. "First of all let me introduce myself, my name is Miss Francine, maker of fine lingerie and even finer mannequins" the woman said. "I'll bet you have already figured out why my mannequins are so life-like haven't you?" "But what I'm sure you don't know is how I've been able to get away with it for so long, let me show you". Miss Francine turned the frame and Batgirl slightly to the right and Batgirl saw a large ray gun that looked like it was right out of a 1950's sci-fi movie. On top of this weapon was a large clear cylinder and inside the cylinder was a mannequin dressed in Batgirl's costume. It suddenly became clear to Batgirl what was about to happen. She was going to trade places with the mannequin in the tube. "Figure it out yet" said Miss Francine. "I'm sure you have but let me give you the details anyway". "You see after a few minutes of my transfer ray and you will be mannequinized, it's quite painless and quite permanent". "In addition your life force will be transferred to my friend in the chamber on top.
"No one will miss you because she will become you, an exact match in every detail except one, I control her mind. She will be the new Batgirl and you who were once Batgirl will always and forever be transformed into cold hard plastic.". "How can this be happening" thought Batgirl, she remembered how cold and hard the blonde mannequin was and she shuddered at the thought that soon she will be the same way, with no possible escape, nobody will even know she is missing. "Oh yes" said Miss Francine "there is one more thing to tell you. After I captured you I made a few phone calls and arranged you sale to a certain" glancing down at a receipt "Catwoman!!" "I'm sure she will think of all kinds of interesting things to do with your body." "What a fiend" thought Batgirl, she was doomed and she knew it if only she could move some part of her body there would be some hope but any movement was impossible. Miss Francine walked over to the transfer ray and turned it one. "You have about thirty seconds while it warms up for any last thoughts, I'd make them good ones because they will be your last". Miss Francine walked out of Batgirl's sight and all Batgirl could think of was the blonde mannequin, would she be able to feel anything after being transformed? She could hear the humming coming from the transfer ray getting louder and louder until finally there was a bright flash. At first Batgirl felt a coldness in her fingers and toes, this soon changed to numbness and was spreading all over her body. Bit by bit she could no longer feel anything and after a few seconds even her eye sight started to go away. Everything just started to get cloudy until she could no longer see. Her brain continued to register feeling for a few moments after her eye sight went away but soon even that stopped.
Miss Francine turned off the transfer ray and opened the cylinder, out stepped the new Batgirl. She motioned over towards what used to be Batgirl, now transformed into a mannequin and told her new creation "get her out of that frame and bring her over here". The new Batgirl walked over to the mannequinized Batgirl and looked into her eyes, nothing but cold hard plastic. She released the mannequin and herself and Miss Francine spent a few moments painting on new eye brows, putting on makeup and painting the finger and toe nails of the mannequinized Batgirl. They were just finishing when a buzzer went off. Miss Francine let her visitor in by way of the secret basement entrance and in walked Catwoman. She walked over to the mannequin and studied it intently for several minutes "purrrfect, I'll have so much fun with you". Catwoman, Miss Francine and the new Batgirl went upstairs to the lingerie shop to finalize the sale and get some clothes for the mannequin. The returned a few minutes later with a bra and panty set along with a garter belt and stockings. "I got you purple since it's your favorite color" said Catwomen to the mannequin even though she knew she could hear anything. The three women quickly dressed the mannequin in the lingerie then Catwomen picked up her new prize and left. Her laughter could be heard echoing in the basement for several minutes after she left.
Part 2
Catwoman came again, she couldn't remember how many times she had done that since getting home last night with her new toy. She looked up from her bed at the statue standing against the far wall of her bedroom and she could feel herself getting excited again. Getting off the bed Catwoman walked over to the mannequin. It was perfect, Batgirl in every detail. Well it should be perfect because it was in fact Batgirl, transformed from living breathing tissue to cold hard plastic. How Catwoman had dreamt of this day, Batgirl out of her hair forever. She would probably keep the mannequin around for awhile until she got tired of it then she would have it cut up and destroyed, thereby driving the final nail in Batgirl's coffin. That was for later not now, now Catwoman was still incredibly turned on by the site of her frozen foe. She slipped her hands under the mannequin's bra and felt the rock hard breasts, put a hand down the mannequin's panties and tried to imagine what was there just a few hours earlier. Maybe that Francine bitch will let me test drive her new Batgirl sometime thought Catwoman. That thought her over the edge, she quickly moved her hands to her own crotch and the slightest touch on her pussy lips brought about another orgasm. Catwoman looked down at the cum running down her legs and thought it was amazing how much of that stuff she could produce. She rubbed her already sticky hands up and down inside her thighs then rubbed her cum soaked hands all over the mannequin's face. Yet another humiliation for Batgirl, as if being turned into a statue wasn't bad enough but now her face was literly drenched in Catowman's juices. Catwomen stepped back and admired her handy work, and decided it was time to get rid of the purple lingerie. It's really time I get you dressed in something a little more appropriate and disappeared into a closet. A few moments later she returned with a black body suit and some boots. She stripped the mannequin and started pulling on the bodysuit, "I hope you like this it's one of my favorites" she whispered into the mannequin's ear. Catwoman finished with the body suit and forced the boots onto the mannequin's feet. She then laid the mannequin down on her bed, "I have to go now, I hope you are comfortable", and she left the room.
Catwoman entered Miss Francine's shop through the same basement entrance she used last night but today she had other business in mind. She walked into the large well lit basement and noticed Miss Francine standing by the large frame on the other side of the room. Miss Francine was obviously working on something important and merely waved Catwoman over. As Catwoman walked closer to the frame she was able to study it in greater detail, it appeared to contain a whole series of belts, pulleys, buckles and straps. But what caught her attention the most was the woman that was currently being fastened into the frame. She could only see the woman from behind but what she could see she liked. Catwoman walked around to the front of the framework and looked at the woman's face. Her head was held securely in place and in her unconscious state looked totally at peace. All of the woman's facial hair had been removed but her shoulder length brown hair was perfectly arranged. Even without any makeupon the woman looked familiar to Catwoman, "don't I know her?" she asked Miss Francine. "Do you ever watch the six o'clock news" replied Miss Francine. "Of course, that's Sally Brown, that pesky investigative reporter who always seems to get in everyone else's business." Catwoman said. "Well she got into mine recently," commented Miss Francine as she fastened the last strap "she was awfully curious why my mannequins were so life-like. I offered her a tour of my facilities and the stupid little bitch jumped at the chance." "What about her camera crew?" asked Catwoman. "She just brought one other person with her" Miss Francine said and motioned over to the corner of the room. Catwoman looked in the corner and saw another mannequin. She walked over and examined it more closely, if Catwoman was guessing right this mannequin was all that was left of poor Miss Brown's camera crew.The mannequin was short, barely over five feet tall and was rather stocky. It's blonde hair was cut short,kind of butch looking. Catwoman felt the mannequin's breasts and couldn't help but remember how Batgirl's breasts felt earlier that day. She looked into the mannequin's eyes and received the same cold, blank, faraway look that she had seen previously with Batgirl. "What are you going to do with this one?" Catwoman asked Miss Francine. "I don't know, she doesn't really fit in with the rest of the mannequin's I have in the store, I guess I'll offer her for sale I'm sure she will fit someone's needs." What a pity, thought Catwoman, she's so young and her only mistake was working for that bitchSally Brown. The two woman walked over to the unconscious and secured bound Sally Brown. Catwoman thought it must have taken hours to put her in that frame. "I have a couple more preparations to make, please feel free to take a closer look but please do not change any of the settings" Miss Francine said. Catwoman began to examining Sally Brown's body, it was standing with one leg slightly ahead of the other and one arm was held out as if she was pointing at something. The other arm hung down by her side. Sally's feet were at an odd angle, it was as if she was standing on her toes and speaking of her toes they seemed to be pressed together awfully tight, there were no gaps there at all. Each part of Sally's body was held by some sort of strap or cable, even each individual finger was held in place by several small wires so the hand was in exactly the position Miss Francine wanted. Catwoman was impressed by the attention to detail and only wished she had been able to see Batgirl in this state last night. Miss Francine walked over to Sally and pressed a needle into her neck, Sally's eyes opened almost immediately. She looked dazed and confused. Miss Francine placed a hand on Sally's cheek, "you were so curious about my mannequins, so nosy about my operations. Well I've decided to show you how it all works from the inside, you will become one of my mannequins!!" Sally could not believe what she was hearing, this reporting business seemed like so much fun. Getting to pry into other peoples affairs and then broadcast them all over the nation. She never considered other people's feelings, but now it looked like she bit off more than she could chew. She heard a humming noise but wasn't sure where it was coming from or what it meant, only that it was getting louder. A brilliant light flashed in her eyes and her body began to grow numb. Sally wasn't sure what was happening to her but she knew the end was near. Catwoman watched this scene with total amazement. Sally Brown's body transformed before her eyes, she could actually see her skin appear to change. It started at her extremities and slowly moved around her body. The head was last, there was some feeling, some emotion in Sally's eyes earlier but they gradually went away until now there was nothing but the blank stare that Catwoman had come to recognize. Catwoman was so wrapped up in watch Sally's demise that she totally missed the other transformation going on that room as the mannequin in the glass cylinder attached to the transformer ray came to life. Miss Francine released the new Sally Brown from the chamber and told her to take the body out of the frame and prepare it for display, Miss Francine would be along later to help after she concluded her business with Catwoman.
"What else can I possibly do for you today?" Miss Francine asked Catwomen. "I need Batgirl to help me with another troublesome superhero, I'm sure you've heard of her, Wonder Woman." Miss Francine thought about this for a few moments and replied "I don't see any problems there, do you want her to be in the same state that I delivered Batgirl?" Catwoman was adamant "No I want her delivered intact to my secret hideout, I have my own plans for her. Of course I will pay full price even though I want to finish with her myself." Miss Francine agreed that this was possible and she knew just the way to trap WonderWoman. She was disappointed that Wonder Woman would not be added to her collection but Catwoman was the customer and Miss Francine aimed to please.
Diana Prince awoke with a start, why did that damn emergency beeper always go off right just when she started to sleep soundly. She looked at the secret code in the display, it was Batgirl. I wonder what she has gotten herself into Diana thought as she got up and went to the closet. In seconds she was dressed and ready to go. She gripped her super transmitter and called Batgirl. "Hey, what's up?" she asked. The voice on the other side of the phone asked her to if she knew where a certain lingerie shop was. Yes, I know the place," replied Wonder Woman. Batgirl explained how to enter through the secret basement entrance, and to please hurry she was in awful trouble. "Be right there" Wonder Woman replied and hurried out the door.
Wonder Woman was not sure what to expect as she entered the basement. It was brightly lit but there were lots of shadows along the sides of the room the she would have to watch. As she inched her way along the wall her foot touched something, she bent down to pick it up. It was one of Batgirl's boots, "Oh Barbara, what have you gotten yourself into?" thought Wonder Woman. She looked around and noticed several other pieces of Batgirl's costume strewn around the basement. She also saw the large frame right in the center of the room and there appeared to be someone tied to it. Wonder Woman cautiously made her way up to the frame and saw Batgirl, stripped naked and bound to the frame. A large red ball gag was wedged into Batgirl's mouth. Wonder Woman quickly untied Batgirl and pulled her off the frame. Batgirl loosened the gag and hugged Wonder Woman, "let's get out of here quick, you don't know what they do to people down here" she told Wonder Woman. Batgirl did not want to let Wonder Woman go she just kept holding on, "take it easy, you are safe now, we'll get out of here in just a minute" Wonder Woman said. She held Batgirl and looked to see if there was anything in the room that may provide some clues towards what Batgirl was talking about. Distracted by her search Wonder Woman did not see the needle in Batgirl's hand, the first indication of danger was when Batgirl plunged the needle into Wonder Woman's shoulder. Wonder Woman wanted to scream but couldn't, whatever was in the needle sure acted fast. She could open her mouth but nothing came out. She had to get out of there but she couldn't feel her legs. Wonder Woman could feel Batgirl pulling away from her but could neither hold on to her or follow her. She had fallen for a trap and now was at the mercy of … Batgirl? While she was trying to sort these events out in her head Wonder Woman felt another sharp pain, this time in her other shoulder. Whoever was doing this to her really wanted to make sure Wonder Woman wasn't going anywhere. Miss Francine had administered the second shot to Wonder Woman and now stepped in front of the paralyzed Amazon. "Hello and welcome to my place of business Wonder Woman. If you are curious what I sell here all you need to know right now is I intend to sell you." Wonder Woman could feel her chest muscles tighten and it was hard to get enough air. "Let me explain what I've done to you Wonder Woman," Miss Francine went on "the drug I've given you is a muscle paralyser I spent years developing. You will not be able to move and your heart and lungs will only work enough to keep your brain alive. The rest of you body will gradually harden over time, I'm afraid it is a very slow and painful death unless the antidote is administered within 48 hours. Fortunately for you, you will be at your new home long before then but I'm afraid it will be some time before you operate at peak strength again." Wonder Woman's head was reeling, she could seem to get enough air and it felt as if her chest was about to burst. She could no longer move her eyes but she could still see straight ahead. All of her other senses were working normally or maybe at an even higher state now. She could feel the two women in the room pulling off her costume and then she felt the vibrator. If only she could move, if she could close her legs, but she couldn't. All she could do was stand there as Miss Francine worked the vibrator around her inner thighs and on her pussy lips. When the vibrator was force inside her Wonder Woman thought her head was going to explode, she had never felt anything like it. All of the sensations were increased ten fold but she had no release, the muscles in her vagina were paralyzed as well. Miss Francine pulled the vibrator out and wiped it's tip on Wonder Woman's lips, "that's all for you now, more than a few minutes and you will be driven mad by the sensations." "Should I take her to the customer new?" asked Batgirl. "No we have some time I'd like to play with this one tomorrow, we'll ship her out tomorrow night." Replied Miss Francine. "Good night Wonder Woman" and Miss Francine gave her a kiss on the cheek. The two women left the basement but not before turning out the lights. The darkness was complete and it only added to Wonder Woman's sense of helplessness, she could only stand there unable to move and unable to see with the taste of her own cum on her lips and could only ponder what was in store for her in the morning. It would be a long night.
The next morning Miss Francine and one of her assistants dressed Wonder Woman up in a sheer bodystocking and nothing else. They then posed her with her legs spread and her hands on her hips. They carried Wonder Woman out into the store and placed her in the display window looking out on the busy sidewalk. Wonder Woman could see enough of her reflection in the glass to know that she was not in for a good day. She was for all intents and purposes naked and standing in a store window on the busiest street in town. She was barely there a few minutes she noticed the first people pass, oh please don't let anyone I know see me like this thought Wonder Woman. The morning went by slowly and several people stopped in front of Wonder Woman for longer and longer periods of time. Finally in what had to be early afternoon, but she really could not track the time, a female police officer stopped in front of the window. She was walking her beat and noticed a larger than normal crowd in front of the lingerie shop. "Move along people, nothing to see here" she cried, and stopped to look in the window. That damn Miss Francine, I keep telling her not to put naked mannequins in her store front and she stormed into the shop. "OK Francine let's get the tall black hairdo one out of the window" the police officer said. "Sorry but she was just so beautiful I wanted everyone to see her" replied Francine, "we'll take her out right away. And two of Francine's assistants pulled Wonder Woman out of the store front and set her back by the dressing room. "This is your last warning" the police officer said as she walked over to Wonder Woman. Francine was right, this was a particularly beautiful mannequin. She stared at the mannequin for a few more seconds then on a whim ran her night stick between it's legs, it came out wet. "What the…" was all the police office could get out before needle entered her body. She was out like a light and the two assistants dragged her off towards the basement. Wonder Woman had been able to see the whole thing, it happened right in front of her. The poor police officer, she may have been my last chance to help but now because of me I don't know what will happen to her. Miss Francine dragged Wonder Woman back into the dressing rooms for what she called a new look. Wonder Woman was dressed in a flimsy see through bra and a pair of crotchless pantyhose and no panties. Her pussy was exposed for everyone to see. Miss Francine dragged her back to a secluded part of the store and propped her against the wall right in front of a mirror. Wonder Woman could do nothing but stare at herself in the mirror, she could neither look away or close her eyes. After some time Miss Francine and another woman came back, they were dragging a mannequin behind them. They stood the mannequin up right in front of Wonder Woman, "look familiar" asked Miss Francine? It was the police officer, they had turned her into a mannequin. The police officer was frozen in place with her legs together and one arm held out to the side and slightly to the front. Her hand was about even with Wonder Woman's crotch. They moved the police office next to Wonder Woman and placed a large dildo in her hand. They shoved the other end into Wonder Woman's pussy, "you liked the night stick so much I thought I'd give you a little treat for the rest of the day" said Miss Francine. "The device resting inside you right now is attached to a timer, every five minutes you get stimulation for five seconds. Doesn't sound like much but trust me you won't enjoy it." Miss Francine hung a clock on the mirror, right in Wonder Woman's line of sight so Wonder Woman would be able to tell exactly when the next jolt will come. Wonder Woman looked at the clock, it was three o'clock and the store closes at five. That means she would only have to endure twenty four orgasms in a two hour period, she didn't know if she was up to it. The minute hand reached the one and the first five second shock exploded in Wonder Woman's mind, five seconds seemed like an eternity since she couldn't move a muscle. She was almost recovered from the first when the second came, it seemed more intense than the first. And so it went, after the first hour Wonder Woman couldn't tell when one shock ended and the next one started, by five o'clock she couldn't even focus her eyes on the clock. "Pull that thing out of her and clean her up, it's time she met her new owner" Miss Francine told her assistants. The two assistants removed the dildo from Wonder Woman's pussy and carried her down to the basement. There they stripped her and hosed her down. Once she was cleaned and dried they dressed her back in her Wonder Woman costume and waited for Miss Francine. Several minutes later Miss Francine arrived with Batgirl, she told Batgirl "go ahead and deliver this to Catwoman, she'll be expecting you." Catwoman! Thought Wonder Woman, is she behind all this? Wonder Woman had a feeling that as bad as this day was everything was about to get much worse.
Batgirl waited at the door to the abandon warehouse just like she was told, next to her was a large shipping crate. It had been tough lugging this around but Catwoman was specific, she must come alone. The door opened a crack and then once the identity of the caller was confirmed it opened the rest of the way. Two women Batgirl had not seen before came out and hauled the box inside, Batgirl followed. The box was placed in the center of a small room, the mannequinized Batgirl was in the same room and one wall was almost complete covered by what looked like white paper. Catwoman pried the box open, removed the packing materials and found the paralyzed Wonder Woman. "I thought I told you I didn't want her like this" she said to Batgirl. "Wait a minute," Batgirl replied and she took out a syringe and injected Wonder Woman in the arm. Wonder Woman immediately fell out of the box and onto the floor, the antidote released her from the paralysis as quickly as the original drupe had paralyzed her. As Wonder Woman lay on the floor she gasped for air, her arms and legs felt like Jell-O, her will was gone all she wanted to do was rest. But she couldn't she had to fight back, she tried to get up but couldn't her arms and legs were useless. Catwoman removed one of her boots and stuck her stocking foot in WondeR Woman's face, "kiss the foot of you new master, you worthless, pathetic bitch!" "Never" replied WondeR Woman. That brought about a swift kick in the stomach and WondeR Woman doubled over in pain. Catwoman walked over to the mannequinized Batgirl and called out to WondeR Woman, "doesn't she look familiar?" WondeR Woman had trouble focusing her eyes but finally could see the figure standing next to Catwoman looked just like Barbara Gordon, wait it didn't look like Barbara, it was Barbara. That would explain a lot about last night since WondeR Woman was one of the few people that knew Barbara's secret, that Barbara Gordon and Batgirl were one and the same. Miss Francine and Catwoman must have turned the real Batgirl into a statue and replaced her with a replica. "That's right Wonder Bitch this is the real Batgirl, I had her preserved and brought her, to my trophy room" gushed Catwoman. "Until now she has been alone, the prize of my collection but she is about to get company, girls put WondeR Woman on the wall." Catwoman's two helper hefted WondeR Woman up and literally threw against the white wall. To Wonder Woman's suprise she stuck fast, not only stuck but she felt as if she was sinking into the wall. "Feels strange doesn't it Bitch" exclaimed Catwoman. "What are you doing to me, what is happening to my body" cried Wonder Woman as she seemed to sink further and further into the wall, "I'm sinking!" "You aren't sinking at all Wonder Woman," Catwomen said "you are merely being relieved of your third dimension." "You fiend" exclaimed Wonder Woman as she tried to free herself from the wall. "Go ahead and fight all you want Wonder Woman it just make this all the more enjoyable. I paid a lot for this material and once it has you there is no escape. Catwoman was right, Wonder Woman thought, she couldn't get away, especially in her weakened state. Wonder Woman could feel her arms and legs being moved, she was being posed with her hands on her hips and her legs spread. She could feel her chin raise slightly and even though she had no control over any of her muscles a big smile came across her face. "I thought that would be an appropriate way for you to look for the rest of eternity" Catwoman said as she placed a mirror in front of Wonder Woman, "here now you can watch too" Wonder Woman was shocked at what she saw in the mirror, she could see herself against the wall but it was as if she was about three quarters inside the wall, there just didn't seem to be any depth to her body. The feeling was very similar to last night, she could see and hear everything that was going on around her but this time she couldn't feel anything. All she could do was stare at the mirror, stare at her own smiling face. She couldn't make out any depth in her body at all now, she looked as if she was one with the wall. Catwoman stepped in front of Wonder Woman "comfy? I sure hope so because you will be like this for a very long time." Catwomen removed the mirror, which was a relief to Wonder Woman, at least she wouldn't have to stare at her self. She could see the mannequinized Batgirl off to the right, almost out of her field of vision. They were dressing her in a Batgirl costume. Seeing the mannequin dressed as Batgirl increased the feeling odd despair in Wonder Woman. She and Batgirl were indeed trophies in the possession of Catwoman and neither of them could escape on their own. What evil plans does Catwoman have now that her only obstacles are mannequinzed and pressed into wallpaper? Only time will tell.
MORE TO COME!