Message-ID: <15818eli$9810020530@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: lordshon@aol.com (Lord Shon) Subject: Captured by the NWO (1/3) (Bond, M/F, Silly) 0Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981001182431.23610.00005083@ng96.aol.com> This is one part out of three involving a silly story that concerns Wrestling and Bondage. To know if the version you are reading is complete, the phrase "To be Continued" or "the End" should be at the bottom. If not, then the part is NOT whole. This story is mine but feel free to archive or post as long as no one makes any money from it. The entire story contains scenes involving M/F, F/F, Bondage, Light Humiliation, Domination and and Violence. Certain parts contain certain scenes. It is not meant to be taken seriously, and does not in any way mean to infringe on the copyrights of the companies who own the characters mentioned. As always, comments are welcome by e-mail. You can also visit my website at http://members.aol.com/GntlShon/kikonwo.html to show your approval. It also has a picture of Kiko. It also links to the rest of my stories as well as a few notes about the story. More importantly, it contains a counter so I can judge how popular this story is by how many hits I get. Captured by the NWO Part 1 By Shon Richards Kiko climbed into the limousine and got comfortable in the back seat. Her driver was a cute blonde guy she hadn't seen before. Of course, considering Kiko's enforced celibacy, any male over twenty was cute to her. Regardless, she began to make plans to seduce him and see if she could make this a very long limo ride. That was when she noticed the video camera mounted on the dashboard looking at her. The driver turned to her and frowned as he lowered the glass separating the driver from the back. "I'm sorry Miss Kiko," the chauffeur began, "but your father insisted on the camera witnessing your briefing so he can make sure you didn't seduce me." "That's okay sir," Kiko answered. "If he insists I stay celibate because it's supposed to keep me sharp, I guess there's nothing I can do about it." Inside though, Kiko fumed. All her life she had to deal with her insane father. First he wanted a son but he got a daughter. Then he wanted her to be a Ninja like on television. It was hard enough training to be like those impossible ninjas on television but then he switched gears and wanted her to be like some bimbo from a comic book. If it wasn't for the multimillion dollar trust fund she had waiting for when she turned thirty, Kiko would have ran away from home the first time she heard this celibacy shit. Kiko glared at the camera and hoped her father liked what he saw. She was wearing the ridiculous uniform that she was always forced to wear. Her purple one-piece swimsuit covered her from neck to crotch but the skintight material left nothing to the imagination. Kiko loved the color purple but hated having her silicone enhanced tits showcased like that. Even more outstanding were the scarves tied around her arms and legs. In a comic book, these scarves show action and a flair for drama. On a real person, they look like an invitation to tie her down and fuck her. At least as tight as the scarves were, they showed her awesome muscle development. Kiko looked down at her purple boots with their six inch heels. Being a purple clad Ninja was a bitch, but she began to see an advantage with her outfit at last. Dying for an orgasm, Kiko carefully folded her legs up into a lotus position and pretended to listen to her en route briefing. A very carefully placed point of her heel rubbed gently against her sex. Trying to maintain a straight face for the camera as well as not give any hint of what was going on, Kiko listened to her driver. "You see Miss Kiko," began the driver, "Mr. Yugokumach is a very big fan of professional wrestling, and he has decided to use us daughter on a mission for the good of the world. He wants you to take out the villain group, the NWO. Also known as the New World Order." Kiko was breathing deeply, trying to make her clit rub against her heel. She was succeeding and that was making it harder for her to breathe slowly. She almost lost her concentration when she heard professional wrestling mentioned. "What a minute," she interrupted. "Dad has me going after professional wrestlers? I've been trained to kill scores of men, pick any lock and escape any trap just so I can go break the knees of some punks he doesn't like on wrestling? Wait a minute, he WATCHES wrestling? The guy who manages my trust fund watches wrestling?" The driver choked back any intelligent response he had in lieu of the video camera recording him. Focusing on the briefing, he kept talking. "You don't understand Miss Kiko, this isn't just any villain group. This is the NWO, led by Hollywood Hogan. They've been terrorizing pro wrestling for years and Mr. Yugokumach is sick and tired of them. He wants you to end their careers before their big match they have two nights from now." "Hollywood Hogan?" Kiko asked. "Wasn't he Hulk Hogan a few years back?" Kiko really wasn't interested in the genealogy of wrestling aliases. She was just stalling for time as her clit rubbed back and forth on her pointed heel. She was painfully aware of the video camera as her breathing provided the needed friction. Kiko just hoped her father wouldn't see her nipples getting hard through her flimsy swimsuit. Meanwhile, the driver droned on. "Yes, he used to be known as Hulk Hogan, but when he came to the WCW, he changed his name. These days, he's a villain and he has the largest group of bad guys ever assembled. You only have to take out the top four though, Mr. Yugokumach figures that without these four, the group will quickly crumble." "Fine by me." Kiko said, hoping she could say that without gasping too much. She could hear a tiny squeaking noise as her heel rubbed the now soaked fabric. Kiko wanted to slow her breathing and eliminate the squeaking noise, but her hips just weren't cooperating. The driver was happy she seemed to be taking this more seriously. Glancing at the rearview mirror, she even seemed to be smiling. Encouraged, he continued talking. "Your targets at the Mollokey County Arena will be Hollywood Hogan, The Giant, Kevin Nash and the Macho Man. They are currently staying at the Mollokey County Ramada and will be there today and tomorrow night before their scheduled match. Use any force needed, but make sure their careers are over. Mr. Yugokumach doesn't want to ever see their faces and loud mouths on television ever again." Kiko was well on her way to bliss while he was talking. The slow build up, tension from having to keep still and quiet was sending her entire lower region into ecstasy. A low moan almost escaped her lips but she stifled it in time. She decided to toss her hair into her face and look like she was brushing it. That way the camera wouldn't record her eyes rolling when she came. "Who are they fighting at the Arena?" Kiko asked, in an attempt to keep him talking. "Let's see," said the driver as he pulled the fight advertisement from his coat. "It says here, 'Hogan and the Giant verus Kevin Nash and the Macho Man'. Looks like a tag-team match." Kiko stopped breathing mid-stroke in confusion. Realizing this was a great opening to keep him talking while she humped her shoe, she asked him to explain. "From what I gathered from Mr. Yugokumach, Hollywood Hogan is having internal struggles within his group and Kevin Nash is leading the rebellion. Macho Man is on his side so Hogan enlisted the Giant to help out. They're going to settle it this weekend." Kiko cursed at this simple and short explanation. "But you said they were all still with the NWO?" "Look Miss!" the driver snapped. "I don't write the stupid shit! I have enough stress just getting you to the hotel! Everyone told me that you always fuck the debreifer and Mr. Yugokumach said if he taped you having anything resembling sex, he would have my balls laminated! So just shut up, and get out of the car because we're here." Kiko's breathing stopped, right as she was about to cum. Incredibly pissed off, she opened the door and climbed out. However, she thought quickly so that as she climbed out, she turned her back to the driver and the camera. She reached down and her gloved fingers stroked her wet spot on her swimsuit seven quick times. Happiness spread through her body, radiating from her released crotch. Smiling, she slammed the door. "Remember, " the driver said. "we'll be picking you up two days from now so make sure you have the job done by then." "Will do." Kiko said. She also thought to herself that if any of these wrestlers were cute, she would do them too. You had to take advantage wherever you could. A purple clad Ninja with long flowing black hair ran across the hotel parking lot. Mostly from embarrassment than stealth. Her name was Kiko, and she looked like a comic book wetdream with her large breasts contained barely by a spandex swimsuit. The few people who did see her enter the hotel didn't take notice. They knew professional wrestlers were in town and though she was part of their circus. Kiko sneaked into the hotel and search for her prey. It didn't take her long to find what she needed, there was a bored bellhop boy right by the elevator. She found it impossible to be invisible in a brightly lighted hotel lobby while wearing spandex so she walked right up to him. He was smiling pretty big when she got to him, his eyes already unwrapping her scarves from her body. Kiko smiled back at him, grabbed his tie and led him into the elevator. As the doors closed, the bellhop thanked God that he was so irresistible to this weird wrestling lady. Kiko never broke her smile as she wrapped one of the scarves tied to her arm around his neck. His eyes bulged in shock as she slammed his head into the elevator doors twice. She used her scarf to lift his head up so he could see the seriousness on her face. "Which room is Hollywood Hogan staying at?" she asked. "Room 423. Am I going to die?" he asked. "Someday kid, but not today," she answered before knocking him senseless against the doors. She got off the elevator on the fourth floor and headed towards Hollywood's room. Beating up some over the hill wrestler wasn't her idea of fun, but Kiko had her trust fund to think of. She comforted herself with the knowledge that if his buddies were at least cute, she might spare them a day or two. She had two nights to complete this mission, she might as well milk it. Two nights without her father's supervision was an invitation to a fuckfest as far as Kiko was concerned. She tested the doorknob to Hogan's room and found it unlocked. Delighting in her good luck, she opened the door and somersaulted in. The room was a mess, filled by empty takeout boxes and three very big bodies. The men in the room jumped up as Kiko leapt in, surrounding her quickly. As fast as she could, she looked at them all to try to figure out her strategy. In the center of the room was Hogan, recognizable by his extra-crispy color tan and yellow fu-manchu. He was covering his bald spot with a black bandanna but Kiko's keen Ninja eyes could pick out the glare of his bald head underneath. Hogan was bare-chested which dismayed Kiko a bit as she saw first hand how HUGE his muscles were. He might be older than dirt but his arms and chest were as solid as granite. To her left was a bearded guy she recognized from watching 'Slim-Jim' commercials. He was the Macho Man and Kiko was a little curious as to why he was wearing his shaded goggles inside. Like Hogan, he was covering his bald spot with a black bandana too. He was also bare chested, wearing only black and white tights. He might not have as much muscles as Hogan, but his definition intimidated her a little. She could kick his ass in a solo fight, but certainly not as a henchman, it was too much. It got worse though, standing right behind her was the biggest man she had ever seen. Standing easily at seven feet and four inches tall, Kiko was wishing she had an extra ten inches on her heels. This had to be the Giant, and for a seven foot tall man, he was incredibly large. At least four hundred pounds if not more. Heck, he was three feet wide both ways and seemed to fill the room. Kiko was glad he was wearing a bathrobe, it made him seem human. "All right mother-fuckers!" Kiko said with more bravery than she had. "your careers are over as of tonight! That is unless you guys are willing to be my love slaves, if you perform well enough I might spare you." They answered with silence, their hormones arguing with their steroids over what to do. After a minute of tense silence, a voice from the adjoining room answered her demands. "How about we just fuck the hell out of you and still keep our careers?" answered the most gorgeous man Kiko had ever seen. Like the Giant, this guy was over seven feet tall. But that's where the similarities ended. This guy who must be Kevin Nash was drop-dead handsome. Dark curly hair, eyes that smiled perpetually and a beard that surrounded a friendly mouth seared into Kiko's eyes straight to her heart. He was the only one wearing sensible clothes, a button down shirt and slacks that clung to his awesome body. Kiko didn't hear what he said, she was imagining him licking her heels. Macho Man however was not taken in by Nash's sexuality so he did what he did best. He clobbered Kiko with a punch to the back of her head. As she went sprawling forward, Hogan caught her and lifted his knee into her stomach. Kiko couldn't believe she was becoming a part of a bad wrestling ambush but she was. She was trying to catch her breath but Hogan kept kicking it out of her. Finally she performed a short jab to his crotch area which dropped him like a bad 80's memory. Rolling, she stood up and kicked Macho Man's legs out from under him. He crashed through a table very loudly. That's when she noticed she was standing beside the Giant and gasped as one of his large hands slapped her at chest level. She stumbled back, her silicone absorbing most of the blow, but her wind was gone again. She was helpless as he picked her up by the neck and lifted her one-handed. Kiko kicked feebly for a moment as the Giant walked around with her. Without warning he slammed her down, right onto the floor. Kiko gave up all chances at breathing at that point. She tried to focus but gave up on that too. She figured she could get serious and kick some ass now but decided to wait and see if the feeling in her legs would return. "Good going Macho, you got the bitch," said Hogan as he stepped on her hair. "OH YEAH!" Macho replied from the wreckage of the table. "Now why don't you get the spray can Kevin while I question this bitch," said Hogan. "OH YEAH!" Macho agreed. "All right bitch," Hogan started, "which of our enemies sent you? Was it Ric Flair? Roddy Piper? Start talking and the new World order might not break you!" "What the hell are you talking about?" Kiko asked as she tried to look at the multiple images of Hogan. "We know that Raven and his Flock have been after us, did they send you?" Hogan demanded. He granddad her hair into the carpet for emphasis. "You guys are fucked up!" she yelled. "This isn't some stupid wrestling plot, this is for real." "Got the spray can Hogan," Nash said as he looked down at Kiko. "Well, NWO, what do you say that we welcome this bitch the same way we greet all our foes?" said Hogan as he shook the can. "OH YEAH!" yelled the Macho Man. Kiko felt the Macho Man hold down her arms as the Giant grabbed a hold of the top of her swimsuit. With one powerful motion, he ripped her swimsuit down to her crotch. Kiko screamed out of surprise but was silenced as Hogan stuffed his bandana down her mouth. She struggled and out of Macho man's arms and even managed to stand up, but Kevin was right on top of her. He picked her up and threw her right back on the floor. As Kiko tried to regain her senses, the Giant and Macho man held her down. Hogan stepped right over her and started spraying paint onto her chest. Kiko felt the cold wetness of the paint on her nude chest. First the N, followed by a W and Hogan then painted a O circling her right breast. She tried to scream through her gag at this outrage but all that came out was a muffle. "Now toss her unto the bed and let's see how she what she's going to do when Hollywood's Hulkamania cock runs wild on her!!!" said Hogan. Kiko's outrage faded as they picked her up. Maybe all this silly wrestling shit will be worth it when the fucking starts. She had planned to fuck them all then cripple them, but she hadn't counted on them being so tough. She also hadn't counted on them being so looney. Kiko usually didn't let herself get kicked around, but she decided to give Hogan one last chance before she killed him. They had her on her stomach on the bed. To her complete surprise, one of them produced a pair of cuffs and locked her hands behind her back. The Giant pushed was pinning her down with one hand on her back and arms. Kiko was immobilized and gasping with the gag in her mouth. Hogan took a firm grip on each boot and uncrossed her legs like it was an old T-shirt. Like a monster, Hogan's hips smashed into her ass. The force nearly knocked Kiko off the bed but strangely, she didn't feel anything. His hips and overdeveloped thighs crashed into Kiko and she thought she felt a small twinge in her ninjabox. She could tell by the repeated thrusts and the painful way Hogan was gripping her legs that he was having fun, but she sure as hell couldn't feel anything. She tried to squirm to take a look but Giant was holding her down too hard. Hogan was speeding up and Kiko began to feel a small tiny poke as he performed. She looked to macho man and Kevin sitting at the table and noticed they were giggling. She noticed a mirror behind them and saw what was so funny. Hogan's cock was unbelievably tiny as it slid in and out of her. Kiko screamed silently into the gag at this injustice. The one groupie fuck Kiko gets, and it's from some asshole who's cock has been killed by steroids! She tried to escape by twisting and turning but the Giant had a firm grip on her. Her wet and horny sex was driven mad by this tiny teasing. She was bound, her legs were bruised and the sounds of Hogan grunting were all making her so wet but that puny cock couldn't even begin to satisfy her. Suddenly Hogan stopped, and pulled out of her. She felt like she was part of a bad porno movie as he jerked off onto her back. She felt his hot trickle land between her ass. She tried to calm down by counting how many ways she could break his knees and found it had a soothing effect. Kiko didn't mind getting bondage-fucked, but only if it was done right. "All right!" Hogan said, very proud of himself. Kevin and Macho man did a good job of not laughing as Hogan walked by them with his one inch cock swinging in the wind. "You guys get the hell out of my room." Hogan yelled. "I want to watch some of my old movies before I go to bed. Take the bitch with you." The Giant picked her up by the arms and slung her over her shoulder. "I'll keep her tonight, unless you two have a problem?" he threatened. Kevin and Macho man declined. "If this asshole is as bad a fuck as Hogan," Kiko thought, "then the NWO will be lucky to survive the night!" To be continued, "Only a fool scolds a cat for licking it's own behind"--Warren Murphy -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----