Costumed Captives (m/f, nc, bond, superhero)

Costumed Captives (A Batman/Catwoman Fantasy)

Like many men my age, the mainstream media cultivated my strong fetish for
superheroine capture games. Seeing Batgirl tied to a pattern cutter, Wonder Girl
chloroformed by Nazi kidnappers, and Wonder Woman strapped to a torture board
were images that remained with me through puberty into my early twenties. So when
I discovered the Internet, I periodically surfed search engines, like Yahoo,
looking for others with the same interest. Over time, I located vidcaps of those
television scenes, which excited me during my youth, along with video companies
that sold new productions with such home grown heroines as Crimson Angel and
Power Girl.  So the day I discovered a link that announced a gathering of
superhero bondage enthusiasts in Kentucky, I was excited over the possibility of
realizing my most long held, deepest sexual fantasies.

That night, my girlfriend Doris came to my apartment so that we could study
together for a test in a class we were both taking. Physically, Doris resembled a
young Lynda Carter, during the first year of the Wonder Woman TV show, when it
was on ABC. The only attribute where the two women differed was that Doris’
breasts were average at best, evidenced by the fact that she wore a B cup bra.
Despite this difference, Doris was everything a young man wanted, tall, playful,
sexy, with her shapely legs being the brunette’s most striking feature.

During one of our study breaks, I logged onto the Internet, in order to show
Doris the information about the gathering. A few months earlier, I had introduced
her to my superheroine fetish. It was my birthday and Doris was bugging me about
what present I desired. Her constant nagging was beginning to bug me, so one
afternoon I sat her down and laid out one of the many Wonder Woman fantasies that
I had developed. She sat there, attentively listening as I described every aspect
of the storyline that I wanted her to fulfill. When I was finished, I looked at
her, trying to gage Dorie’s reaction to my kinky proposal. Doris was deep in
thought, refusing, for a moment, to make eye contact with me. I knew Doris was
very liberal when it came to sexual matters and we had discussed my interest in
bondage, although, as yet we had not acted on my desires. Finally, she looked at
me, leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek, then walking out of the room,
without saying a word.

Unsure of her reaction, I dared not broach the subject again in the days leading
up to my birthday. Likewise, Doris stopped asking me about possible gifts. So you
can imagine my excitement when I found Doris, clad in a Wonder Woman costume,
when I arrived home from the last class birthday night. She had gone all out, not
settling for one of those cheap Wonder Woman costumes found on many Halloween-
oriented sites. Instead, she went to a site I recommended, where they were
selling a replica of Lynda Carter’s original outfit. I had offered to spend the
$300 dollars for the authentic, blue star spangled tights and red bustier with a
gold eagle, wings spread out across her chest.  Doris pointed to her crotch to
indicate that her remote controlled vibrator was in place, as I had instructed.

I moved slowly toward her. Doris lowered her head, making sure not to make eye
contact with me, as a symbolic gesture of her acceptance of enslavement. I
reached for her golden lariat, unfurling it, then moving behind Doris so that I
could bind her wrists with one of the symbol of Wonder Woman’s strength. Using
ties, which my mother had purchased, for interviews and special occasions, I
completed the task of rendering my sweetie helpless. Helping her onto the bed, I
made my way to a chair near my desk that afforded me the best view of Dorie,
bound, gagged, and blindfolded, lying immobilized on the bed. I picked up the
remote control, turning on the little toy that Doris had placed deep inside her
sweet virgina. At full power, Doris was immediately overwhelmed and she started
to squirm, thrashing around in a wild attempt to loosen the ties that entwined
her body.

BACK TO THE MOMENT….

Doris and I resumed studying. After completing one of the Calculus problems, she
suddenly put down her books, reluctantly agreeing to attend the event with me.
Her primary concern was that we would be at the mercy of strangers. For months,
Doris and I had discussed that our sexual experience might be greatly enhanced by
introducing a third party that could take us both prisoners. To date, all of our
encounters involved one partner taking the other hostage. Doris had contemplated
asking her sorority little sister to participate as a dominant, but my honey was
too embarrassed about our sexual exploits to ask. This event offered both of us
the opportunity to participate anonymously as mutual captives. We agreed that we
would go as Batman and Catwoman, costumes I purchased so that Doris could act out
her desire to sexually dominant me. Dorie’s Catwoman costume was a replica of the
one worn by Julie Newmar, with a cat-like eye mask, versus the complete facial
mask worn in the Batman movie and animated series

I emailed the event coordinator, informing him that we would be participating as
captives. The next day, he emailed me all the information I needed to began
making reservations in the small Kentucky town that was around four hours drive
from where we attended college. Two days before the event, the coordinator sent a
follow up inquiry informing us that we were the only captives attending the
event. He wanted to know if we were uncomfortable being held hostage by eight
people, two women and six men, that had signed up as villains. The email came
with an attachment that inquired about how comfortable Doris and I was at being
sexually tortured by the other participants. All the participants, except one,
were in their twenties or early thirties. After discussing the possibility with
her, Doris and I agreed that everything was fine except full intercourse, which
we agreed, could be done if it was myself and her forcibly making love to one
another. I was pleasantly surprised when Doris agreed to be molested by the
female participants. Doris was all woman and I had always considered lesbianism
to be something she would not be interested in.

Arriving at the hotel, we checked in before proceeding to our suite. While Doris
went to the bathroom to change, I called the event coordinator who was located in
the large suite next to ours. He informed me to wait fifteen minutes, then come
to the room. The door would be unlocked and once we were inside the fantasy would
begin. The door to the bathroom opened, and out stepped Doris, who remained in
the doorway for a few seconds so that I could absorb the beauty of her dressed as
Catwoman. She had chose not the wear the full Catwoman costume, selecting instead
to wear a black string bikini, her identity hidden by a small eye mask. I guess
Dorie’s concerns about the event had subsided, as the skimpy costume excentuated
her curvious body, allowing our captors full view of her legs and hips.

I moved past my little femme fatale so that I could change in the bathroom. To
match Dorie, I chose to wear a bathing suit variation of the Batman costume that
Doris had made a few weeks earlier for one of our games. I must tell you that the
anxiety and anticipation over the weekend’s events dominated my thoughts and I
fumbled around trying to get dressed. When I was finished, Doris and I made our
way out into the hallway. Reaching down, I turned the handle to open the door to
the coordinator’s suite. This was the doorway to all my desires. On the other
side, I would transform into Batman, superhero who must protect his girlfriend
Catwoman and all of Gotham City from those who would destroy it. This was the
mindset I used to allow me to get into character.

The Event

The room appeared to be empty and, once inside, Doris closed the door behind us.
The coordinator’s suite was approximately twice as big as ours. In the back of
the room, a long hallway led back to the two bedrooms. One of the bedroom doors
opened and out stepped three individuals. As they entered the main room, I could
see that it was two women and a man. The women were disguised as Poison Ivy and
Harley Quinn, with the man made up as the clown prince of criminals, the Joker.
The woman dressed as Harley Quinn spoke, “Look Mr. J what was dragged in with the
cat”. The Joker continued the thought, “Your right my dear, two dynamic
dumb-dumbs”. Absorbed in the moment, I was impressed by Doris’ acting skills,
when in full character, she responded, “Meow, your days of plunder are over, all
three of you are under arrest”. Most of our private adventures involved little
discussion, so the few times Doris had acted the part, she was nervous and
unbelievable as Catwoman.

Behind us, I heard the hotel room door open, turning around, all I could see was
a large fish net being unfurled upon both Dorie’s and my head.  The net was heavy
and the force that it was thrown caused me to loose my balance, falling to the
floor. Likewise, Doris dropped to her knees, ultimately falling to the floor, as
she unsuccessfully tried to remove the net that had ensnared us. I looked toward
the bedrooms to see several more henchman run toward us to assist the two or
three men that were holding us down. If I really wanted to, I am sure that I
could have removed the net and make it to my feet. But I wanted to remain
trapped, choosing instead to look in Doris’ direction to see my bikini-clad
girlfriend rive and struggle to no avail in an unsuccessful attempt to escape the
trap.

“Foolish Kitty”, the tall red head dressed in the skimpy plant outfit and mask
snickered. While we struggled, several of the henchman retrieved two of the
dining room table chairs, sitting them back to back in the middle of the room.
The henchman then assisted Doris in removing the net, grabbing her once she was
free, and forcible assisting her toward the chairs. She put up an admirable, but
ineffective fight in trying to escape the henchman’s clutches. The remaining
henchmen held me down, preventing me from removing the net, so that I could help
Catwoman in her struggles.

They sat Doris down in one of the chairs. One of the henchman proceeded behind
her, forcing her arms behind her back, then tying them at the wrist and elbows
with rope. The other henchman brandished two ropes, which he used to bind Doris’
gams to the chair legs. This meant that her legs were slightly spread open, which
could provide the villains access to her entire body. Once finished tying her
elbows, the one henchman tied another rope around her midsection, looping it
around the chair to keep her locked to the chair. The other henchman balled up a
handkerchief that was stuffed in Doris’ mouth, followed by another handkerchief
that was tied around her head, effectively cleave gagging the young brunette.
Doris glanced over toward me with a mixed look of joy and desperation in her
beautiful brown eyes. At last, I was removed from the net, then tied in a similar
fashion with my back toward my kitty. The ropes were tight and Catwoman and I
(Batman) were now prisoners of our fellow kinky colleagues.

The villains and their henchman took a moment to admire their handy work. Harley
broke the silence, moving in my direction, the clown girl made some flurteous
gestures about how sexy we looked in bondage. She sat down on my lap and started
to gently kiss my neck. Her touch was soft and caring, a sharp contrast to the
woman’s persona as an arch criminal. Though her face was completely covered in
makeup, I determined that the women who played Harley must be in her late
twenties. Closing my eyes to fully appreciate the warmth of her embrace, Ms Quinn
started to rub my bare chest, ultimately moving her hand down to my crotch.
Pulling back my swimsuit, to expose my penis, she began to slowly rub my cock in
a soft, gentle, up and down motion. I felt the urge to climax, but was able to
muster the discipline needed to hold back my urges.

Behind me, I felt Doris thrashing around, rubbing up against my back, as she
screamed excessively underneath her gag.  Since Doris was always loud during sex,
I figured that the Joker or one of the henchman were fingering fucking my
girlfriend. Whoever was assaulting her, they were very rough, probably burying
their finger deep inside the tall brunette’s pussy, continuously rubbing up
against her G spot. Doris was completely overwhelmed and I could tell that she
had either orgasimed or was very close to release. The thought of another man
molesting my lover was a powerful aphrodisiac, causing me to spew globs of white
semen all over Harley’s mid section. Harley stopped rubbing me, giving me a final
kiss in appreciation of my positive reaction to her advances. She got off my lap,
walking toward the bathroom where she could clean off her costume.

I sat there another twenty minutes or so, listening to Doris coo and moan with
pleasure. It sounded like the Joker relinquished his position to one of the
henchman, who turned it over to another henchman around ten minutes later. When
the last man was finished, Doris let out a sounding sigh of relief, and it felt
like she collapsed forward, exhausted by the relentless sexual energy she was
being forced to endure. I felt someone rubbing up against my hands and. realized
that Doris was being untied. A few moments later, one of the henchmen began
walking toward the master bedroom; carrying Dorie’s exhausted body in his arms.
She appeared to be passed out, as well as still bound by the legs and arms, in
addition to still being gagged. The henchman disappeared into the bedroom,
followed closely by two other henchmen who had received secret instructions from
the Joker.

A while later, one of the men reappeared in the doorway, motioning to the
remaining villains to come back to the bedroom. Two men began to remove the ropes
around my abdomen and legs. Bringing me to my feet, I was escorted to the
bedroom, where I found Catwoman tied spread-eagle to the large, king size bed
positioned in the back of the room. Dorie’s bikini had been removed, as she laid
there appearing to have passed out from the ordeal. The men sat me down in a
chair facing the bed; where I was retied as I had been before. I suppose our
captors were granting me the privilege of seeing the henchman continue fingering
Catwoman. Being a closet voyeur, I was glad to trade my mental picture of what
was occurring behind me, with a front row seat of the escapades. Harley Quinn
walked over to the dresser, picking up Doris’ bikini bottoms, which had been
deposited there by the henchman that removed them. Ms. Quinn walked over to my
chair, placing the crotch of the soaked panties directly over my nose. Someone
behind me tied a scarf around the lower part of my face in order to keep the
bottoms in place. The panties were drenched with Doris’ vaginal juices, the smell
providing an excellent stimulus that supplemented and enhanced my witnessing of
Dorie’s rape. The smell brought back warm memories of when I had Doris, dressed
as Wonder Woman, tied to my bedposts, providing my sweetie with hours of constant
oral stimulation. Behind me, I heard Poison Ivy command her men, “Remove her gag,
I want to hear that kitty meow like the worthless slut she is!”

All six men climbed up on the bed, positioning themselves to provide full
coverage of Doris’ body. Her gagged removed; the men continued their assault with
renewed vigor. One henchman each was stationed at her feet, sucking and licking
Catwoman’s toes and feet. The Joker sat next to Doris, so that he could continue
fingering her. Another henchman began rubbing her breasts, while another started
to suck her other titty. The last assailant began to french kiss Doris in the
mouth, using both hands to keep her head still, because she was putting up
effective resistance to his advances. She tried to squirm, but the weight of the
men on top of her prevented all but the slightest movement. I wondered if Doris
was now regretting accepting my proposal, because she appeared not to be having
fun. However, I was having fun and being somewhat selfish, that was enough for
me.

Approximately one hour later, the men climbed off the bed and, along with Poison
Ivy and Harley, left the room. Since she was not gagged, Doris could now talk to
me, but her strength was exhausted, so she lied on the bed staring up at the
ceiling. I was a little concerned that Dorie was going to let me have it about my
messed up sexual cravings, requesting the coordinator to immediately end the
event. Instead, about ten minutes later, I saw her eyes look over toward me. She
whispered, “Are you having fun?” Ashamed, I shook my head to indicate a positive
response to the question. I was joyed when Doris confirmed  that she was also
having fun.

A while later, our captors returned. Two men began untying Doris’ hands and legs.
When she was free, they rolled her over onto her side, ordering Dorie to remain
there. Two more men began removing the ropes encasing my body, including removing
the panties over my nose. They helped me to stand, removing my bathing suit, they
walked me over to the bed. I was ordered to lay down on the bed, place my arms
around Doris’ naked body, and hold still while we were tied into place. I did as
instructed wrapping my arms around her mid section, letting them rest on her
beautiful, round behind. We were now facing one another, mask to mask, our bodies
so close that I could feel her breasts rubbing up against my chest, as well as
her pubic hair brush up against my penis. After hours of enduring most of the
action, Catwoman appeared glad that we would be sharing the next experience.

Doris we immediately regagged, while several of the men began tying ropes around
both our ankles and wrists. Another rope was then used to tie our hands together,
locking them in place on each other’s ass, as well as tightly locking our sweaty,
naked bodies together. I saw Doris eyes get big with fear, then looked down to
see the men holding her legs open so that they could insert a remote controlled
vibrator into her already well-lubricated pussy. I could feel her body tense up
when the device penetrated her virgina. Dorie squinted her eyes, indicating she
was holding back the anguish of the unnatural penetration. Several ropes were
tied around her legs and calves to keep the little sex toy from coming out.
Lastly, several ropes were tied around both our legs to aid in binding our bodies
together in close contact.

For the next few moments, we stared lovingly into each other’s eyes, waiting in
eager anticipation for what was about to happen. Lost in Dorie’s eyes, I realized
that we had been sitting there for a few moments while our captors were bustling
at the foot of the bed, busily working with some equipment that I concluded was
part of the trap fantasy. Looking toward the men,  I realized that they were
setting up television cameras to videotape our torture. “Oh my God!”, I screamed
out, “we’re being taped”. Unfortunately, the gag prevented Doris from hearing my
warning and it took several more seconds, until she saw me looking at the foot of
the bed with the look of fear in my eyes, before she realized what was happening.
We both started to violently wiggle and squirm in order to loosen the ropes that
encased us.

Our struggles added to the reality of the video production, with the red light on
the camera coming on to indicate that we were being taped. The Joker pressed a
button on the remote and I felt Doris’ body begin to give into the constant
vaginal stimulation created by a vibrator set on “Bitch Tamer”. Her pubic hair
rubbed up and down against my dick, elevating my sexual arousal. I squeezed
Dorie’s ass, a gesture she reciprocated, which allowed me to pull the brunette as
close as possible, so that I could feel her body press up against mine. Slowly,
the urgency to escape subsided, giving into our emotions; we both started to kiss
hot and heavy, releasing the tension created by the vibrator………………………….

The next thing I remember was being discovered the following morning by a hotel
maid. I must have been so absorbed by the torture, that my short-term memory was
effected. Our hosts were long gone, so Doris and I packed up and drove home. I
went the web site, which announced the fantasy weekend, but it had been closed
down. For weeks, I tried to find the webmaster. Then one day, I found our video
posted by an anonymous source to the alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.bondage
newsgroup. The video was in three parts, 1) Us strapped to the chairs, 2) Doris
spread-eagle on the bed, and 3) Doris and I with the vibrator. Over the next
year, the video became the most popular multimedia item on the Internet,
supplanting the Pam Anderson/Tommy Lee video as far as number of downloads. 
Luckily, both Doris and me were masked, so nobody recognized us. That was, until
Doris went to her gynecologist two months later. The man recognized the
distinctive tattoo of a small kitty on Doris’ butt. She walked out of his office
when the doctor began making catcalls during her examination. I told her not to
get that stupid tattoo!