The busty woman somehow slept, even with the dirty rags in her mouth and the ropes that kept her firmly attached to the tree. The blindfold helped, but the hot humidity of the Honduras forest did not. There was was no one for kilometers to cry for help, except the thugs that had captured her.
Of the dozen kidnappers, only six were awake at the moment. One of them was leering at the bound woman, who was wearing a way too small red bikini that was about to fall apart, to the delight of the bandit. The woman awakened, sensing that something was going on. One of the kidnappers was knocked out due to a dart in his leg, then another. The other guards woke up fast, guns and knives instantly in their hands. The pale moonlight revealed a group of women that challenged the kidnappers. Ten against four, the odds didn’t look good for the newcomers. Let the bodies hit the floor!
A very short fight ensued. Several shots were fired. Some jaws were broken. Others would never dance again. Left standing were the newcomers, four females dressed in unusual clothes. It was the crime fighting team known as the Birds of Prey, sweaty after knocking out a lot of thugs. The ordeal was over...
Not quite!
As Batgirl tried to liberate the woman her vision began to blur as dizziness overcame her. It took only seconds for the masked redhead to fall unconscious. The same fate happened to her companions and the hostage. An odorless gas bomb was responsible. One fact was perfectly clear, the mission was not going to end as planned. “Waugh!” Once the gas from the bomb dissipated the criminal mastermind known as The Penguin emerged from the forest. He was immensely satisfied.
The bound woman was none other than Sparrow, one of his henchwomen. It was the Penguin who had planted the news that a young heiress had been kidnapped in Honduras. The long planned capture of the Birds had started, to see them drooling at his feet was good. Now it was time for Batgirl, Black Canary, Huntress and Lady Blackhawk to suffer for spoiling his heists so many times over the years.
Penguin had planned a very specific punishment for the beautiful quartet. First task was neutralizing all of the Birds’ weapons and locator devices so they could not be found. Next was injecting each girl with a more powerful narcotic, so they would sleep for many hours. Penguin’s henchwomen made sure that the thugs could never talk ever again. They had served their purpose and won’t need to get paid.
The crimefighters and the “hostage” were cuffed, gagged and blindfolded, each one tightly stored in a female-shaped body bag and dropped into the cargo area of a dirty van. It was a short trip to a clandestine airstrip, where Penguin’s plane was waiting.
Their final destination was thousands of kilometers away, to the hell hole known as Santa Prisca Sanitarium. The location, abandoned years ago, was essential for the plan. What the women were about to experience was better done away from Gotham or any American city with their pesky superheroes.
Many hours later the Birds woke up and they discovered that their eyes were useless; blinded by opaque blindfolds. The black blindfolds also covered their noses, but they had tiny holes so they could breathe; just barely. Floor was very dirty but the heroines feet didn’t touch it, as they were cuffed to four metal frames that kept their arms and legs immobile and their boots above the ground.
Batgirl used what little strength she had left to test her bondage, but the metal frame didn’t give a millimeter. The tape over their hands made sure that their lock picking skills would be useless.
Huntress sensed that she had earpods that blocked all noise from the room.
Black Canary tried to scream, another futile attempt. All of them had huge ball gags that were covered by leather scarves.
Escape seemed impossible, but something else would make the Birds of Prey truly helpless. Four bottles above the prisoners’ heads were filled with a thick, milky liquid that was delivered to their mouths using short hoses that penetrated their leather ball gags. The liquid filled the captives’ mouths, whether they liked it or not.
Once they woke up, they started swallowing it. And as they tasted it they wanted more. And the more they drank, the more their attitude changed. Their desire to escape was transformed. The Birds started to enjoy their predicament!
The liquid was the source of the transformation that Penguin craved to see. Minute by minute the breasts of the heroines grew larger and larger. Earlier, his henchwomen had cut an opening in the costumes of their captives to expose their boobs. Now, there were the size of watermelons and growing!
Soft moans of pleasure from the gagged girls were music to the criminal's ears. It was a side effect of the breast expansion formula. Penguin had already tested the liquid on one of his henchgirls, Sparrow, the one he had used as bait for the Birds. Not only she got enormous breasts, she craved to be bound and gagged all the time! That is why she was bound and gagged in another room.
The Penguin noted that the crimefighters were craving punishment too; he spanked all of them without mercy, and each one moaned and cummed like crazy.
"This was the right punishment for heroines!", said the Penguin to Skylark, one of his henchgirls, as he grabbed one of Black Canary’s huge breasts. Killing them was always too much trouble, with their nasty habit of resurrecting and their super powerful friends looking for vengeance. His punishment was much sweeter and effective.
Unpowered heroines with gigantic boobs could hardly run, could not fight and certainly could only disguise themselves as only another woman with massive mounds. Their bondage cravings would make them unwilling to go outside, as they would prefer to be tied up at home. This would take them out of the crime fighting game, forever!
"Maybe not", said Skylark. She pointed out that they could reduce their breasts to their regular size, thru surgery or maybe even magic. Medicine and therapy could reverse their bondage cravings and reset them back to normal. All this effort could be for naught.
Penguin looked at Skylark intensely, with an anger the blonde girl had know too well. She was one of his must trusted helpers. Skylark was encouraged to speak her mind, but watching her boss’ eyes she instantly regretted it. The young woman was puzzled when Penguin’s expression turned from a furious scowl to a big, big smile!
"Oh, that's OK!", responded the Penguin. It just means that he could have the chance to do it again!
Tags: bondage
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Story by Queospera |
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Artwork by Altercomics-Emiliano Urdinola |
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