THE CONVENTION CREEPER

The girls felt like real heroes after they finished tying him up.

"Best way ever to teach a lesson to a convention creeper," Cat said to Ardella, as the man struggled to free himself from the ropes. "You're a genius."

Cat was slim and pretty in a two piece Supergirl costume that was faithful to the short skirt and bare midriff from the comic book.

Ardella's busty figure was squeezed into a skintight Power Girl leotard that was also faithful to the comic, right down to the famous cleavage window.

"Me? It was your idea to trick him into taking us to his hotel room," Ardella said.

"And then it was your idea to knee him in the balls," Cat said.

"And then it was your idea to tie him up."

"And you really know how tie up a person. These knots are crazy."

Supergirl Cat walked in a circle around the man who was tied to the hotel room desk chair. He struggled so hard in his bondage that his face was red from frustration, but the girls felt safe. He wore a bad Spider-Man costume, mask off and with tape that the girls had put over his mouth.

"Okay," Ardella said. "Then we're both geniuses."

The girls high-fived.

"Mmmmfuffmmm," was all Spider-Man could shout from behind the tape. (He was trying to say "Let me go!")

Everyone at the comic convention downstairs hated this guy. He was there for no other reason than to get creepy with the costumed girls. In total, Spider-Man here grabbed the asses of three Black Widows, two Black Cats and one Black Canary. He also pinched a Poison Ivy, felt up an Emma Frost, tried to molest an Elektra, spank a She-Hulk, hit on a Hit Girl, and expose himself to a Dazzler.

He continued to squirm against the ropes as Power Girl Ardella stepped in front of him and bent over. He immediately looked deep into her cleavage.

"Ah, ah, look me in the eye," she said. She snapped her fingers in his face. "So, do you think you've learned your lesson here about how to treat girls at the convention?"

He shot her an angry look and thrashed hard at his bondage. He yelled "let me go, you bitch!", but through his gag it came out as "Fffmmhmmmffffmmm!"

"Oh, Cat," Ardella said. "I already kneed him in the balls, but I think he could use another shot--or should I say a punch? Would you care to do the honors?"

"Of course," Cat said.

With his ankles tied, Spider-Man's crotch was wide open and the bulge in his spandex was a perfect target. Cat walked over, smiled, and made a fist. The tied-up man looked at her and shook his head with a pleading look in his eyes. He whined behind his gag.

She punched him square in the nuts. One little hard fist to two soft testicles. The pain was like a giant crack of thunder at the start of a major storm. Water flowed from his eyes and his whole body froze.

Ardella put two hands to his warm face and looked into his glazed eyes.

"Now do we understand each other?" she asked.

He nodded dumbly and whimpered quietly.

"Good," she said. "I'm glad we had this talk. Now, we're going to leave."

Cat picked up the Do Not Disturb sign from the desk.

"And we're going to put this sign on the door for you," Cat said, "so that you have plenty of time to think about what you've learned today."

Down in the black hole of testicular pain, he didn't hear a thing as the girls laughed, walked out the door with the sign, and left him tied to the chair.