Message-ID: <43188asstr$1057101003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030701192005.47155.qmail@mail.com> Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit MIME-Version: 1.0 From: ellem52@mail.com X-Originating-Server: ws1-6.us4.outblaze.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 01 Jul 2003 14:20:04 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Yvonne Craig :: The Tonight Show Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2003 19:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw Yvonne Craig :: The Tonight Show ellem52@mail.com MF chlor non voy -- OK, more than the standard disclaimer let me point out that while this story contains real people in a real time in a possible situation it DID NOT EVER HAPPEN. NOR SHOULD THIS HAPPEN. The people in the story are all stand up people and would never engage in this twisted, and very, illegal behavior. This is from my sick mind and Google. Can you vote in the USA? Does sex make you happy? Got a good grip on reality vs. fantasy? If you answered YES to these questions read on. --- The request seemed odd, but exciting at the same time. She'd been on Batman only three episodes and Johnny Carson of The Tonight Show had called her and asked her to do an interview. If that wasn't strange enough he wanted to do the interview with her in costume. The studio agreed and her manager OKed it as well. So Yvonne slid herself into the outfit she'd been donning everyday for months as she filmed Batman. The skintight purple Lurex catsuit left no room for undergarments and required a helper to get her into it. As an assistant smoothed the fabric over her tight stomach another wove the red wig into her natural hair. Her lips were painted with a much deeper red than she normally used but they explained that on a black and white show they would need more contrast. Within an hour she was Batgirl. The limo rode to the studio was sort of exciting. Yvonne had been in limos before but the limo had never for her. As she went through the gates she felt a little like a star and not the least bit silly dressed as the campy female sidekick to the campiest super hero on TV. Her assistants and manager peeled off one at a time until she was completely alone on the side of the stage. A large hand swept her yellow cape aside and pawed her ass, an ass Elvis had worshipped, pushing her out on the stage. Johnny Carson stood before her alone in the empty theater. "Hello, Yvonne. How are you today?" He asked swinging an invisible golf club. "I'm great. Where is everyone? "Everyone?" "The audience?" "Why do you think you're here Yvonne?" "I though you were going to interview me." "Dressed like that?" "You requested I be dressed this way." "Yes. Yes I did, but not for an interview." "I don't understand." "Of course not you dimwit. You're incapable of understanding anything. The only thing you're good at is making men think about sexual deeds. Like I am thinking right now." The situation was tense. Johnny Carson had insulted her, and if she was reading this situation correctly was planning to sexually assault her. She assessed the room quickly like Batgirl might and realized she stood no chance of escaping. Johnny approached her with a white cloth. The smell was sweet and she felt her body getting unbearably heavy. Then she heard laughing, then it was black. When she came to Johnny was holding her head and a thick penis was erect in front of her face. The penis belonged to a large naked man who Yvonne had not seen before. His body was tanned and appeared to be oiled. He was a body builder of some kind and he was taking her head in his hands while Johnny opened her mouth by pulling on her chin. As the fog of chloroform cleared she realized she was bent over something and her hands were tied behind her back. A camera man zoomed in as the bodybuilder pushed his meat into Yvonne's mouth. Yvonne was bent over a table, her ankles tied to the legs and her arms tied at the wrists and elbows behind her back. The camera panned to her ass to show the slit that had been made from her crotch to the middle of her ass. Johnny walked into the shot. "OK. We've got a humdinger for you folks tonight as Batgirl as played by Yvonne Craig will be getting shtupped by Jim Haislop. Jim has just won Mr. Southern States and is the proud owner of an eleven inch member. Also do to some of the drug Jim is currently taking he 'suffers' from increased sexual drive and maintains... himself... for far longer than usual." Johnny crouched to Yvonne's face level and continued. "Ms. Craig has been romantically linked to the likes of Elvis," Johnny holds his thumb and index finger about an inch apart and smiles impishly, "and has starred in several films and television shows. As far as we know she has never been... romantically linked to anyone on film. Let's sit back and enjoy her first time on the silver screen with a man inside her." Jim moved her head back and forth on his shaft. She'd never been forced to perform sexually before and although Jim was very gentle his large manhood was beginning to hit the back of her throat, gagging her. He plunged into her and reached over her slight frame and began fingering her with his meaty, calloused fingers. They spread her painfully and were a good deal bigger than the few men she'd been with in 31 years. His hips thrusted into her while one hand rooted around her vagina and the other rolled up her cape. He used her bound arms like a paper clip to hold her cape in place. She gasped for air when he wasn't deeply in her throat. His fingers seemed to have found some magic spot just behind her pubic bone that felt so good it distracted her from the fact that she was bound and being raped. "She's going to be hoarse from all that horse meat," Johnny quipped. He pulled himself from her mouth and walked around the table. Yvonne knew she was about to be fucked, from behind! Jim lowered his gigantic prong to her slickened hole and Johnny stood behind them pushing Yvonne's head to the table. Jim impaled her, stuffing himself deeply, painfully inside her. He left himself buried inside her. She was tight, small and her pussy throbbed around his manhood. She moaned out in agony at the stretching he was giving her. He continued to push himself in her, trying to fit himself completely inside her. She lay pinned on the table as he began to saw in and out of her. His hands held her ass as his thrusts quickened. Slamming against her tiny body, pounding her hard. He'd fantasized about this since the first episode he'd seen her tight body in "Enter Batgirl, Exit Penguin." He looked down on her hourglass figure and his hips thrusted viscously as he banged the breath out of her. Pummeling her deeper and deeper. How did the villains resist? His muscular hands held her down and he fucked her very hard. Yvonne could feel his release as he completed a fantasy by raping her. When Johnny's hands let go of her she sprung up and Jim grabber her breasts and fucked harder. The pace was frenetic, his cock bashing her insides. Yvonne imagined under other circumstances she would date a man like this. She imagined that Alan Napier was a good looking man who would stop this if her were there. She imagined that the rutting monster behind her was not in control of his body. She imagined Cesar Romero telling her jokes and making love to her gently. Her thoughts wandered from place to place her mind disconnecting her from the reality. Her ankles were released from the table legs and she was facing him as he slammed her body up and down on his rigid pole, effortlessly moving her with his massive arms. His face dark and twisted and he is calling her Batgirl and trying to get her to admit she is defeated. He is fucking her very very hard. He is so big. She can't concentrate. He wants her to admit defeat to the Impaler. Her body betrays her. His thrusting is raking her magic spot. His breath is on her, she is sweating beneath the purple Lurex, her body is electric, her body is going to, she can't, stop, it's big, deep, hard, exploding! She clings tightly to his sculpted body with her arms and legs. Her dancer's thighs crush him as he is weakened from his own emptying orgasm. She falls back with her legs still tight. He pulls her back up and rips the top of her costume leaving it tattered, on the arms remain on. He shatters her with a tremendous thrust into her battered pussy. Her tits bounce in sympathy to his relentless banging. Her utility belt falls to the floor as Jim lowers them both to the desk. Johnny sits in his chair, his eyes fixed on Jim's cock disappears into Yvonne's vagina. Yvonne, energized by the violent orgasm, begins fucking Jim back in earnest trying to fulfill his fantasy of pushing everything he's got into the Batgirl. She squeals as he gets closer to his goal. She squeezes him inside her, milking his invading pole. "Oh God Impaler fuck me fuck me!" "Who are you?" "Fuck Batgirl, fuck me, fuck me I am Batgirl! I am defeated. Tamed!" Jim shoves his tongue into her mouth and kisses her deeply as he completes his fantasy and buries his entire cock inside her. "Whoa! That was excellent," Johnny said swinging and imaginary golf club and walking off stage. -- __________________________________________________________ Sign-up for your own FREE Personalized E-mail at Mail.com http://www.mail.com/?sr=signup ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+