Supergirl and the Huntsman

[L.M. Tracy]

Supergirl and the Huntsman
L.M. Tracy fan fiction

Chapter One

I ran across the soggy rooftop moving from cover to cover. Two massive rusty air conditioner units came closer as I dropped to my knees and slid between them. Safely behind them I was as good as the shadows I crouched in. Night had fallen over Metro city and it was time for my most dangerous and exciting hunt ever. Tonight I was hunting the girl of steel.

I adjusted my bandit mask to cut out the cold and then reached for my night vision goggles. I peered through the lenses into the night sky and I could see green coated clouds and the faintness of an airplane as it traveled the night sky. My prey would have been using the same method. The sky was boring and barren as usual on a hunt, but this was not too uncommon for me. I was a patient man and because of that I always got my prey.

It had been nearly six months in planning. I had traveled the world collecting all the elements required to make this attempt. Through the remote and thick jungles I had searched. From the highest mountains I had climbed. To the deepest of the ocean I had plunged. That night would be the most dangerous hunt I had ever embarked upon.

I caught a glimpse of light as it flickered in my lens. Adjusting the scope I zoomed in on this phenomenon and I saw her. Though she was only shades of green in my goggles, I knew her true appearance all too well. Her red cape flapped in the wind towards her equally colored boots. The tight blue suit clung to her chest and her red skirt quivered in the wind over her thighs. Now was the time to catch her attention.

I set down the night vision unit and pulled my compound bow from my back then drew an arrow from my quiver. My bow was loaded and aimed into the night sky. I could just barely make out her speck in the distance when I let the arrow fly. It soared into the air as it vanished from sight.

A sudden explosion lit the night and I knew the first arrow had done its job. Supergirl's speck had come to a complete stop. I reached for another arrow, loaded my bow and then fired once more. The explosive round soared and exploded in the sky, but this time it revealed its origin. I felt my heart start to pound as I took deep breaths to counter my nerves. This super sensed heroine would need little time to decipher my location.

I saw her speck become larger as she barreled through the sky towards my rooftop. I only need one more shot to give myself up completely. I loaded and fired again straight at the caped woman and the ball of flame exploded upon contact with her chest. She didn't even blink through the flames and soon was right on top of me. I heard the crackling of her cape as it shot over head. She descended onto my rooftop like an angle from the sky. It was a magnificent sight that I had yet to see in person.

We were about twenty feet apart and I saw her in more detail than I had ever before. Her blue eyes peered at me able to see even in the shadows. Blonde locks of hair hung down to her shoulders like golden streamers. The crisp lines of the iconic yellow S within its diamond shaped prison was proudly shown molded to her voluptuous breasts. Her deep blue long sleeved suit only covered her upper body and vanished beneath the short red skirt around her hips. Supergirl's bare legs descended from the skirt's end and were fit snug into her red knee high boots.

"I can see you, hiding is pointless," Supergirl said, "why don't you save us both some trouble and come on out?"

She walked towards me slow and casual and I reached for another explosive round. I wanted to see this magnificent creature's impervious body up close and person. She didn't flinch or stumble in her stride as I loaded the arrow and aimed. Nothing of this earth could hurt this goddess and she knew it. I fired the shot which hit her right on the chest and it exploded violently. The ball of flame burned away and Supergirl was still walking towards me unaffected. Not so much as a strand of hair was out of place. I knew then that she had no intention of dodging my attempts.

"Seriously dude, are you new here or something?" she said, cocky as usual.

I reached back into my quiver, but this time for a different arrow type. I slid the black arrow from its holder and loaded it in my bow. The bow's string pulled back to my cheek as I aimed looking down the arrow to it's clear tip. The tip had a faint green glow to it as its gaseous contents swirled around within. My fingers released the string and the arrow flew on course with Supergirl. In the blink of an eye she seized the arrow just before it struck her in the face. Her blue eyes looked at the green tip curiously and then the arrow exploded. Green gas filled her face and she began to cough. She took a few clumsy steps backwards and her stance looked compromised.

I assumed my gas had done the work I hoped it would. I left the shadows and approached the staggering heroine and watched her fall to her knees. It truly was a breath taking sight. She continued to cough with one hand protecting her mouth as to stop the gas from entry, but it had already been too late. She knew as well as I that it had already entered her powerful body. She shot an enraged look up at me as I came near.

"What was that!?" she said, coughing further.

"Just a little something I cooked up for you my dear. Just for you." I replied.

I walked around her admiring the beauty of my score. Her cape even had that iconic stamp that clung to the tits of her suit. I have hunted grizzly, sharks, elephants and even rhinos, yet none of them made me feel as accomplished as I did right then. I had the Supergirl on her knees, weakened, but my pride soon faded. I was not the only villain to have achieved such a reaction. Though it was no simple task, it had been done. No. I had to do something much more brilliant if I wanted to be truly satisfied.

I reached out and placed one hand on her shoulder and felt the soft fabric of her cape; Perhaps a bit too soon. Her hand reach up to join mine and it was quite soft. Enjoyable even. That was until the pain began to shoot up my wrist, past the elbow, and clear up into my shoulder. Supergirl had much strength still in her and had gripped my hand tight in hers. I wailed in pain and fell onto my back when her super grip released me. My other hand cradled the previously crushed as it throbbed in protest. I consider myself lucky that it had only been a warning squeeze, else every bone in my hand would have been dust!

While plan A had proved to be a great success, I decided it was time for plan B. I got back to my feet and fished out a label-less black bottle and a white rag. The clear liquid was just enough to soak the rag nicely and once applied I hurled the bottle back into the distance. I knew she wouldn't come quietly, but she was going to come with me willing or not. I approached Supergirl once more and this time was not taking no for an answer. She was now bent over on all fours and I could see the blue lining of her high cut leotard displaying her flawless round ass. It looked to be begging for entry, but she was still much too strong to risk it. Perhaps that would come later.

I leaped on top of her back and quickly placed the rag over her mouth and nose. She was weak, but still much stronger than any human. She tried to shake me off in weak attempts and then reached up to pry my hand from her mouth. Her death grip returned, but less intense as before. Still quite painful, but I held on as tight as I could. I didn't know if the gas would be enough to make Supergirl susceptible to chloroform, but it was a risk I had to take. I felt her grip loosen little by little and a wave of relief swept over me. She had not been the most deadly of prey, but never the less she had an extraordinary reputation for putting people in prison for a very long time. The idea of being caged like the animals I hunted was too humiliating to imagine.

Her strength had finally left her as we both collapsed onto the ground. I rolled off of her and let out a howl into the night at my victory. The alien known as Supergirl was now in my possession and I had many plans for her in the vacant building below. Tonight will be the night remembered for many years to come. The night the greatest hunter to have ever graced the city of Metropolis captured their beloved super heroine.

[L.M. Tracy]

Chapter Two

I sat in my chair as I observed the unconscious Supergirl through the glass chamber she was now lying in. The glass was very strong, bullet proof even, and yet it would be no match for her at full strength; nothing ever seemed to be with her. I was very excited for her to awake and grew impatient. The room was completely dark, except for the vibrant light within her glass prison and my various flashes coming from the control panel in front of me. I had designed the control panel especially for this occasion. Wondrous little thing if I do say so myself. So many different purposes and devices could be summoned from this position and I felt very confident indeed.

Supergirl began to stir and my eye shot up to her in full alert. She was lying on her back, her cape and skirt ruffled, hair tangled about her face. I moved my finger to the red intercom button and pressed it in. The feed went live in her glass cell with a slight sound of distortion, which was a bit muffled on my side.

"Good morning Supergirl. Sleep well?" I could not help the cheer in my voice.

She groggily sat up and looked around her cell. Her gaze moved from the speaker in the back corner and then drifted over to my position.
"I said good morning. There is no need to be rude." I said playfully.

She stood up slowly and moved to the glass with her eyes locked on me.

"What is the meaning of this? How did I get here?" She said, in a calm tone. She rarely had anything to worry about when it came to her own well being.

"Well I brought you here my dear. It would seem you had a bit of a... fainting spell earlier. Never the less I am the Huntsman and I have been eager to meet you!"

"Fainting spell?" she said, a look of puzzlement on her face, "I had no fainting spell. You drugged me!"

"Poisoned, actually," I said with an accomplished grin, "you see, what you have inhaled is raw dust from a ground kryptonite fragment. It is still very much in your system right now, but didn't seem to make you as weak as I had hoped. Pity."

Supergirl's face turned to that of rage and she raised on fist up then slammed it onto the glass. The glass cracked in a spider web like pattern. I quickly pressed the intercom button again.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! I wouldn't do that. You see if you go breaking that glass I will be forced to flood your chamber with that same green gas. I fear such a high dosage will result in your death." I said sharply. I figured she would try to escape sooner or later.

She dropped her hands to her sides, with her fists balled tight.

"What do you want Huntsman?" she demanded.

"Why my dear, I have what I want. What I want is you!"

"So what is your plan, to keep me here forever?" she said.

"Forever is a long time my dear," I began, "Let's just say I mean to have you... for some time. Imagine what people would pay to see the Supergirl tame and docile in a cage? Maybe you could even put on a little show for them?"

"I am not some pet in a zoo Huntsman. I will not perform for you or anyone amusement."

"No? Pity. You are the rarest of creatures and it would be a spectacular and rather profitable venture."

"I am a human being, not some animal for show!" she shouted, muffled through the glass.

"No!" I cried, and slammed one fist down on the control panel, "you are not human! You are an alien who has invaded our world and interfered with our lives!"

Supergirl did not respond, instead she returned a glare of disgust at me. I didn't mind if she loathed me, I knew I was correct. She was not human and she was only welcomed to our planet because of her heroic efforts to aid our government. She was an unfair advantage and I had now evened the score removing her from play.

"Now," my voice returned to a more pleasant tone, "let's get down to business shall we?"

She folded her arms and continued to glare at me.

"Excellent. We are going to make quite the team you and I! The Huntsman and the Girl of Steel," I drug my hand across the air as if revealing a sign. "But, before we can do that, we will have to get you trained and ready!"

I pressed a button on the control panel and a small slot opened in the back of her cell. A metal pipe rolled inside behind Supergirl.

"Now be a good little Supergirl and retrieve that pipe for me?" I said. She didn't move. "Let's not make this difficult, we have a lot of things to cover tonight." Supergirl just stood there defiantly, arms crossed, and glaring.

"Fine have it your way. Are you ready to meet some friends?" I pressed a few more buttons on the control panel and to the left of her cell the wall opened. Three people were revealed dressed in white jump suits with white sacks over their heads. Their hands were bound behind their backs and tied to bars. They squirmed and mumbled through the sacks around their heads.

"These three people will be your performing mates. The rules are really simple, either you do as I command, or a performer dies." I said.

Her gaze had left me instantly. She was now looking at the hostages while fighting a look of horror on her face. Being invincible meant nothing if you had to watch others die right before your eyes.

"Now, the bar please." I said.

She didn't hesitate this time and turned to pick up the bar. She reached down and gripped the metal in her hand and I could see her skirt ride up as she did. Her skirt was very short and often reveled her ass when she did anything other than stood still.

"Very good Supergirl!" I clapped my hands in mockery of her simple task, "One of the hostages will be fed tonight! Isn't helping others rewarding? Now take that bar and bend it for me."

She looked me dead in the eyes as she held the bar with both hands and folded it with little effort. It was as if she had pictured the bar was me.

"Wonderful," I cried, giving another round of applause, "Now for a more meaningful task. Put that bar on the ground and show me your incredible eye lasers. Please keep them inside the glass. If any should escape your cell one of your friends will have to die a most unpleasant death.

Supergirl dropped the pipe on the ground and looked down at it. Her eyes glowed a vibrant red and then shot two beams down to the pipe. In moments the pipe began to glow bright and smoke as it became overwhelmed with heat.

"Okay that is quite enough!" I said waving a hand in front of me, "Too much more of that and it just my burn a whole through the ground instead."

She stopped and looked back up at me.

"Okay I have done what you ask, now let the hostages go." she said.

"Oh no my dear, you have not even begun to do the things I have planned. Now let's see you fly. Hover a little for me." I replied.

She dropped both of her hands to her sides and hovered as I requested. One knee was brought up slightly and bent and she held the classic pose I had seen a dozen times on the cover of news papers. She was a performer after all.

"Wonderful! It looks like the poison has mealy weakened you a little, but your powers seem mostly in tact! Very impressive indeed." I said.

She dropped back down to the floor and her arms folded once more. It was like having my very own pet super heroine. The possibilities were endless and the rewards greater than I could imagine.

I smiled and wet my lips, "Now Supergirl, phase one of your training is now complete. We are now ready for phase two. Keep in mind any reluctance or refusal will result in the death of a friend. We will start with Mary on the end. She is a beloved wife and mother of two little darling girls.
It will be up to you whether or not she will return to her family. Please nod if you understand."

She looked at me and I could see that sadness had fallen over her. She nodded.

"Splendid. Now Supergirl... I want you to take off your boots... nice and slow."

[tmon]

Excellent start!!

[tallyho]

Nice job, liked the use of first person.

[L.M. Tracy]

Thanks guys! I will write more today once I can get out of bed hehe. It is cold this morning!

[L.M. Tracy]

Chapter Three

Supergirl's eyes looked at me like daggers ready for the kill. It was most exciting to see her look as fierce as my usual prey. She looked back and forth from me, to the hostages as if looking for another option. She must have known that even with her strength and speed she could not escape her prison, save the hostages, and get to me before I did something dreadful. The fact that I had much of the room lined with lead had to have her feeling quite unsure of what to expect. If I hadn't make lead piping to her chamber the large quantity of kryptonite gas would have surely killed her before I could have my fun.

"Supergirl, you are not going to make me repeat myself are you?" I said, with a frown.

Her hands shot to her side, white knuckled again, then she slowly bent forward. She was quite flexible as she gradually brought the zipper of her left boot down her calf. I cursed myself for not have installed a web came to broadcast this show live. It would have been a wonderful success. The zipper met its end and she slowly lifted her foot from the boot. I reached for the joystick on my console and pressed it towards her. My entire platform dollied in until I was very close to the glass. It made this all the more dangerous and all the more exciting.

Her perfectly pedicured foot slid from the boot and it was a sexy sight. Her feet looked good enough to eat, glossy toe nails, smooth even toned skin, beautiful arch. She lowered her foot to the floor next to the emptied boot and she stood a bit lopsided. She bent over once more and drug the zipper down to the floor, a bit quicker this time. I thought to correct her, but I let it slide. Soon the second foot was flat on the glossy floor of her cell. I took a moment to admire her long tone legs from the toes to her mid hip where they vanished under her skirt. I pressed the intercom button once more.

"Wonderful. Now doesn't that feel much better to be out of those work boots?" I said, with a wicked grin.

She didn't fold her arms this time, instead they were locked tight to her sides. She appeared both angry and uncomfortable. I didn't mind it though, none of this was for her enjoyment.

"One would imagine that all the flying around you do, must do quite a bit of work on those sexy legs of yours. Why don't we take a little time to... show them we care." I said, and then pressed a button on the control panel. A chute opened and a bottle of lotion slide into her cell.

"Why don't we lotion those legs up a bit. Get them nice and moistened." I said.

Supergirl spun and snatched the bottle off the floor. She gripped it so tight the cap popped open and shot some lotion up into the air.

"Why Supergirl! I do hope you have the same effect on our customers. I am sure you will." I said, and then winked at her. She didn't seem to appreciate my joke.

She squeezed some lotion in her hand and then began roughly applying it to her thigh.

"No! No! No! You're doing it all wrong!" I cried, "Slowly! Very slowly! Love your legs... and why don't you lie down while you do it?"

She looked back up at me as fiercely as ever, but then she slowly lowered herself to the ground. Her back was flat on the cell floor and she raised one leg up. It bent a little as she rubbed the lotion over her flawless skin. Her dainty fingers slide down her calf and over her feet as she spread the lotion around. She made sure to get it between her toes and over the top of her foot. The leg now glistened in the light, well oiled and looking very enticing. For a moment I wished I was the one applying the lotion to her legs, but that could not happen as long as she could tear me in half with a single motion.

Her second leg rose as the first lowered back down to the floor. She spread lotion over this leg in the same manor. Her fingers pressed in, dimpling her flesh as they drug down her inner thigh and my mouth watered. Alien or not she looked like a human woman; one of the utmost perfection. The leg was coated and it too fell back to the floor. She laid there still as if waiting for further instruction.

I cleared my throat and then said, "Excellent. Your hard work has earned you that reward. I hope you have enjoyed it."

She slapped her hands down to the floor and shot up to her feat. It looked as if she had called upon her flight to make the rise both fluid and graceful. She turned and looked at me.

"Huntsman, how do I know this all isn't a game for your pleasure and you mean to kill these people as soon as it is over?" she said, concern and anger was in her voice.

"You don't," I said, giving a toothy grin, "but you have been a good girl so I will let one of these hostages goes. Now let's see, who shall it be?" I looked at the three and pondered which would affect the super heroine the most. "We have got to know Mary there on the end a bit earlier. Her story would be most tragic if she did not survive. But Erik here in the middle, he is a single father. I fear that his child is still at home alone, sleeping in its crib. Pity his foolish wife had to go get herself killed in a car crash. That child must be terrible sacred."

I watched her posture looking for any hint of reaction to my news. She seemed very tense and her eyes a little glossy. I continued.

"And then there is little old Mrs. Adams, beloved grandmother and valued bingo player. She has had a long a fulfilling life this one. Perhaps ending it right now would do very little. I might have been wiser to have chosen a better specimen."

"Erik. I choose Erik Huntsman. Please let him return to his child." Supergirl said.

I had found my soft spot in the girl of steel. Erik would be the last to go in this game of fire I played.

"My dear, I never said you had choice in who I freed. No. I think Erik will stay for now. Ms. Adams will go. I fear if I kept her much longer she might die of fright anyhow."

With that I pressed a sequence of buttons and a trap door opened under Ms. Adams and the bar holding her wrists set her free. She vanished from sight into the long tube below.

"Don't worry, she is quite safe. There is a van parked below with a couple of Freddy Moretti's men waiting. They will drop the old woman off curbside of her daughter's house. She will be home safe and what an exciting story she will have to tell!" I clapped my hands together with praise.

Supergirl looked at me a bit worrisome. I guessed the name Freddy Moretti struck a chord in her.

"Oh I have almost forgot to spread the good news! Mr. Moretti has been acquitted in the most recent trial due to lack of evidence and the few witnesses who found themselves blown up in a spree of car bombings. Funny thing this law business." I said, faking concern on my face.

Just then a door opened behind me and a man in a suit strolled in. He was half covered by shadow and paused. Both of his hands stretched out and locked together. With a push outward they popped and the man sighed with relief.

"Oh well speak of the devil... here is Mr. Moretti now!" I exclaimed.

The shadowed man stepped forward into the light and his old face wore a thick scare across it. Supergirl looked at him from her cell with a loathing expression. She knew this man well. She was after all the hero who captured him after the gruesome murder of several police officers that had been tailing his drug runs.

Moretti gave a crooked toothy grin at the girl of steel, several of his teeth capped with gold crowns. He ran one hand through his slicked back silvery hair and then walked over to my side. He was my first customer and had paid handsomely to meet the Supergirl who had put him on trial.

[L.M. Tracy]

Chapter Four

"Now Supergirl, Mr. Moretti is our first customer and I want you to be a good girl for him ok? Now back away into the corner and if you so much as flinch, Erik will not be making it home to his baby girl tonight." I said.

Supergirl jerked around and marched into the corner. She made it very clear that she did so against her better judgment. Moretti looked at me for approval.

I leaned in close and whispered to him, "She is all yours, but remember. She still has her powers and could be very dangerous. I will keep her docile as much as I can, just try not to get killed in there please?"

"Still got here powers huh? Interest'n..." Moretti said, and then walked off towards the glass chamber.

I fiddled with the controls and a glass door slid open allowing Moretti access. I kept a careful eye on Supergirl who still had her back to us in the corner. My hand hovered over the kill button for Erik, waiting for any movement. She didn't move a muscle. Moretti entered the chamber and I shut the door behind him.

I could hear Moretti's muffled voice within the cell, "So super bitch, we meet again."

Supergirl turned to face him, her eyes slits as she scowled.

"I can't believe you killed all those people to escape the punishment YOU disserved." Supergirl growled.

"It's just business sweet heart. I sell drugs, the cops want to stop me. Not my fault they got themselves all shot up try'n to play hero." Moretti said.

"You are filth Moretti, and don't think for a second you will be free for long. Once I am out of here I will see you back in a cell." she snapped.

"Bold words from a bitch in a cell of her own." he replied.

I grew bored of their bickering and pressed the intercom button.

"Now you two play nice. This is supposed to be a fun time for us all!" I said cheerfully.

Moretti snorted in reply and Supergirl continued to give him a deathly stare.

"Now for the next thirty minutes you, Supergirl, are to follow the commands of Moretti. I am sure you can imagine the consequences if you should fail to do so. I am starting the timer now. I have quite a busy schedule to uphold this evening!" I said, and then pressed the start button on my stop watch.

"I better get my monies worth super bitch." Moretti said, as he took a few cautious steps towards her.

She looked at him defiantly, her eyes scanned him knowingly of his pathetic threat level.

"Well go on Moretti, don't be shy! Time is ticking away!" I howled into the intercom.

Moretti shot a glance over at me and then returned to Supergirl, "Right. Get on all fours you stupid bitch!"

She folded her arms and didn't comply.

"Supergirl this is the only warning I am going to give. Do as Moretti says or Erik will be shipped to his front door in a box." I said, impatiently.

Her arms unfolded and she slowly lowered to the cell floor. She locked eyes with Moretti to ensure he knew how much she despised him. She was now on her hands and knees looking up at Moretti and I felt a streak of excitement course through me.

"Now crawl over here." Morettie demanded.

Supergirl hesitated and then shot a look over at me. She knew she had no choice. Slowly she stretched out one hand and began to crawl. Her hands and knees worked to bring her to Moretti's feet as her hips swayed side to side like a lioness. The sight of this proud heroine crawling was breathtaking. I wished I had been wise enough to have recorded the event. She stopped at his feet still looking up at him.

"Now kiss my shoes." He commanded.

Supergirl's lips met Moretti's dress shoes and she gave them a kiss. Morettie responded with what he thought was cleaver, and kicked Supergirl in the face. Her head didn't budge and Moretti began to dance around the cell holding his foot and wailing in pain.

I clapped my hands together and let out a howling laugh of amusement before pressing the intercom button in to speak, "I warned you Moretti, she still very much has her powers! I would not try that again if I were you!"

Moretti lowered his foot back down to the floor and limped towards Supergirl. He looked as if he wanted to kick her square in the stomach, but his anger started to subside. Supergirl looked at him giggling at his foolishness.

Moretti reached into his pocket and fished out a camera, "Now you listen here you little whore. You and I are going to make a little video and so help me you had better be convincing or I will walk with my money and I will make sure those little hostages you are trying to spare get bullets for brains!"

I added my two cents, "Supergirl please don't cost me my money, it would make me most upset."

She rose to her knees and looked very tense, "What do you want me to do?"

"You see my family's rival gang has been invading our turf. You are going to send them a little message." Moretti said while powering the camera. "You are going to tell them that you are working for us now and if they don't get their filthy mugs out of my streets you will rip their arms off and kill their families."

"You have lost your mind. I will never work for you... you... villain!" Supergirl cried.

"You ain't work'n for me. You're just tell'n them you are. Once they see this video they wouldn't dare enter our streets. We will own this town by the week's end!" Moretti said, with a mischievous grin. He pressed the record button and aimed the camera at Supergirl. "Now tell'em!"

Supergirl rose to her feet and looked the camera dead in the lens. She looked furious as ever which only added to the threatening tone of the film.

"I, Supergirl..." she began, "am working for the Moretti family now. If anyone sets foot on their turf..." Supergirl stopped unable to say the horrible things Moretti wanted her to say.

"Go one Supergirl, tell them how you feel." Moretti said, angrily at her pause.

"I...," she continued clenching her teeth together, "I will rip their arms off and kill their families."

Moretti spun the camera to face himself as he added, "You hear that you slimy fucks! You have until tomorrow night to get your filthy asses out of my streets or I will send the Supergirl for you, your wives, and your discussing little childrens! You have been warned!"

He stopped the tape and slid the camera back into his pants pocket. Moretti looked at me through the glass, "How much time do I have left?"
I looked down at my watch and then back up to him, "About twenty minutes or so Mr. Moretti."

"I am going to need a place to sit then." Moretti said.

I looked down at my control panel scanning the various colored buttons. There were many functions programmed into the system and Moretti was in luck. I had installed a tucked away bench in case I allowed Supergirl to sleep off the floor. I pressed the button in and the bench slid out from the wall behind Moretti.

Moretti snorted at it with a grin and then walked over and sat down.

"Come here Supergirl, I have been saving something up for you all those months I have spent in prison." Moretti said looking up at Supergirl.
She slowly walked towards Moretti and I could just barely see him passed her caped back. She stopped in front of him.

"Now knee." he said coldly.

She kneed and I could see Moretti's cold stare at the heroine. I felt most intrigued as to what he had in mind, though I could have guessed. Moretti's hand fumbled around in his lap for a moment and then Supergirl turned her head way with a look of disgust.

"Turn your head back over here you little stuck up bitch! I am going to teach you what you women are really supposed to do!" Moretti shouted at her.

Supergirl slowly turned her head back and looked Moretti in the face, rather than down to his lap.

"Put it in your mouth and don't you dare try anything funny. I so much as feel a tooth scrape and I will tell the Huntsman to shred them hostages!" Moretti said.

Supergirl's head reluctantly lowered into Moretti's lap and then stopped. Moretti's eyes said it all. His manhood was now in the heroine's mouth and I became quite turned on at the fact. Though I could only see her blonde head in his lap, I could imagine how wonderful it must have looked from his perspective.

"What? They don't give head where you're from?" Moretti said, tapping Supergirl on the top of her head. "Get on with it!"

Supergirl's head began to slowly rise and fall in Moretti's lap as he looked down at her with approval. I felt my pants become tight in the crotch as I watched this in disbelief. I wondered to myself if I could somehow reward myself with the same pleasures before this adventure's end. It would be tricky, but worth the effort.

"That's a good girl, apologize to me for all the trouble you have caused." Moretti said as she slowly moved her head up and down in his lap. Moretti reached down and gave her blonde locks a tug and I imagined they were soft, yet strong as steel braded cable.

"Faster!" Moretti commanded and Supergirl increased her speed, bobbing up and down like a machine. Moretti watched the heroine work her head around in his lap and grinned ear to ear. No doubt he felt he had gotten his monies worth.

"That's it, now cup them hairy things." Moretti said, and Supergirl's cape rustled around. I assumed she had complied.

"Oh yeah, just like that," Moretti said, and rolled his head back onto the wall, "Faster! Faster!"

Supergirl's head began to move up and down at a speed that seemed greater than humanly possible. It had never occurred to me how talented the girl of steel would be at giving head, but the thought would forever be stuck with me.

Suddenly Moretti's hands shot down and gripped Supergirl's head while he let out a loud groan of pleasure. She stopped dead in her motions and tried to back away from Moretti, but he had her head gripped tight. Moretti lifted off the table as Supergirl tried to retreat. He let go and fell down to the bench and Supergirl swung her head to the side and spit his seed to the cell floor. Coughing and spitting as if she had another face full of the green gas from earlier. It was safe to assume she had not given many blow jobs in the past or perhaps not the swallowing type.

Moretti laid there panting for a moment before rustling his pants back together. Supergirl would not look at either of us, instead she looked down to the floor with an expression of shame. She angrily reached up and wiped some of Moretti's seed from her mouth and flung it to the floor.

Moretti, regaining his strength, stood up and patted Supergirl on the head, "That was pretty good super bitch. I might have to pay for another round sometime soon. Though you are the most expensive whore I have ever entertained."

With that Moretti walked to the glass door and signaled that he was ready to leave. I opened the door and he exited the chamber leaving Supergirl behind, bitterly kneeled on the floor.

"Well I am off to get this video in play. They boys have your money Huntsman and will bring it up to you once I am gone. I am quite impressed that you have tamed the super bitch. How did you manage that?" Moretti said.

"I have my ways with rare animals Mr. Moretti," I said, and shot him a devilish grin. Moretti laughed heartedly and then exited the room.

[DrDominator9]

Nicely done. A girl without options....so far.

[L.M. Tracy]

Thank you guys for the comments!

My intention of writing on this forum is to have fun with fellow fans. So what I am going to do, before continuing this story, is put up some options to direct the story. I want this to be a story for the community. So if you wish to help guide the story choose one of these options or even toss an idea out! (If you would rather not post on the thread feel free to PM me)

1) Supergirl is tormented with bursts of gas making her weaker

2) Supergirl is forced to put on a strip show for some thugs

3) A few thugs spend every sent they have for 30 minutes with the heroine (3 on 1 sex)

4) Supergirl escapes and is on the hunt for the Huntsman

5) Supergirl is gassed and then some criminals beat her up a bit

6) The Huntsman takes a risk to play with Supergirl

Ok I will continue writing tomorrow. Hope to hear from you heroine fans!

~~@ Tracy

[ksire_99]

Nice story! as for the poll:
1 (sg looses her temper over the first encounter)
3 (defeat)
6 (overconfidence could be a problem for Huntsman)
4 (Revenge?)

[DrDominator9]

I'd like to see SG weakened a bit more with gas and then have the thugs come in. After that, seeing the thugs get away with it, the Huntsman tries to get his own satisfaction, except by this time, SG has enough strength returned to effect an escape attempt, perhaps with a squeeze during her oral ministrations. She's almost away when a backup system knocks her for a loop.

[L.M. Tracy]

Thank you guys for the ideas! I am sorry I haven't written more of the story today, I had some fuss over my internet with the cable company and I did so much editing last night my eyes have felt a bit stressed. I will be back on the case tomorrow with two fresh chapters though!

Thank you all for reading!

~~@ Tracy

[L.M. Tracy]

Chapter Five

SLAM!

I spun around to face Supergirl's cell and saw the glass had been cracked all along its surface. Supergirl stood with a look of fire in her eyes, a now crumpled bench lay at her feet which had been torn from the wall and hurled in my direction. Her impressive rack heaved up and down as she took deep aggravated breaths. I was not sure if I was more shocked or impressed at the rage I drew from her. I slide my hand along the control panel and felt for the intercom button.

"Now, now, Supergirl. That is no way to treat your things. Where will you sleep now?" I antagonized her.

She responded with a heavy fist on the glass which sent a sliver hurling in my direction. The shard impaled the desk I sat at with a thud.

"Huntsman, when I get out of here you are going to pay for what you have done!" she cried.

My eyes went from the shard to Supergirl. Had it been a bit higher it would have impaled my chest and I would have surely died.

I furrowed, "You are not behaving Supergirl. I warned you of the consequences of misbehaving."

I pressed the gas release button and her cell began to fill with green smoke. Her face went from anger to concern in an instant as she wrapped her cape around her face to block out the toxic dust. In a vain attempt she drew back the cape and attempted super breath to keep the dust way from her, but it was much too strong and only caused a cyclone of dust to engulf her. Coughing and staggering, her back hit the glass in front of me and she slid down to the floor. I hoped it would not be too much for the invincible heroine as my next guest would be most unpleased to find her dead.

I released the button and waited a moment before I engaged the vacuum. With a flip of a switch the suction began to clear the cell and Supergirl laid on the floor as lifeless a bug after a bug bombing. I hoped that she wasn't dead. It was only minutes before the new clients arrived. It would cost me quite a bit of money for this adventure to end this way.

I jumped to my feet and marched over to the door. A keypad was on the door face and I quickly fingered in my code. The door opened and I could hear the loud whining of the vacuum as it powered down after its cycle. I took slow careful steps towards the heroine. My heart raced with the thrill of danger. Had she only been faking I would have been in her grasp. I tapped her leg with one foot and it wobbled then fell still. Her skirt was bunched around her waist and her firm ass was facing me. What a waste it was that the heroine might have been lying dead before me and I hadn't even had my fun with her yet. I reached down to her locks of golden hair which were in tangles around her face. The hair was soft to the touch as I wiped it from her angelic cheek bone. Her eyes were closed and her pink luscious lips where parted slightly as her cheek pressed the floor. What world did she come from that the only two survivors spared would be beings of perfection. Both man and woman left alone in the galaxy and both had found their way to Earth. I would say fate had smiled upon their race, but then again it was cruel enough to place them as cousins. They would be the last pure blood of their kind, no doubt.

My thoughts were suddenly disrupted as Supergirl's hand shot up and gripped my arm. I screamed in shock and shut my eyes waiting for the beating of a life time. But that beating didn't come. Her grip was not tight, it was weak and human like. I opened my eyes to find her staring at me with utter hatred as she bared her teeth. The gas had not killed her, but it had stolen her strength.

I jerked my arm away from her grip and she struggled to her feet. The door to her prison was wide open and had she been at full strength nothing remained to stop her from leaving. I took off towards the door as she wearily walked after me. Once out of the room I slammed the door shut and the lock engaged. It was a very close call and a mistake I hoped I would not repeat again.

Supergirl's fists pounded the glass weakly, but they had become human and powerless against the thick barrier. I walked to my chair and sat taking deep calming breaths. I had the situation back under control now and the plan hand to move on. I felt sorry for the heroine briefly knowing that her strength would have been useful in her next encounter. Fate had frowned upon her once more.

My consol began to beep and a red light lit on the intercom. I toggled a switch and pressed the speak button.

"Yes?" I said.

"The boys are here with the money boss." a gruff voice said through the speaker box.

"Send them up." I replied and then looked at Supergirl who was still hitting the glass in vain.

Moments later the door behind me opened again and I could hear the clamoring of voices behind me.

"You think he really has her?"

"That's what I have heard."

"If this is a trick I am..."

The voices fell still and I knew they had seen the caped blonde in the cell before them.

"Holy shit..."

"Come on in boys, we have been expecting you." I said with a grin.

They walked up behind me and into view, all three of them stared at the glass in shock. They were the Jones brothers and Supergirl had brought an end to their fathers jewel thieving schemes just last year. One of the men was holding a large black duffle bag in his arms.

"Is that for me?" I asked.

The man turned and looked at me, then down to the bag. He tossed it at my feet and I pulled it to my lap. It was heavy and jingled with promise. I slid the zipper open and peered inside. It was half full with bound hundred dollar bills and the rest loose jewelry I assumed they had received from their father. I didn't like the idea of selling jewels to get my share, but I was not going to be too picky.

"Well it looks like you boys have bought 30 minutes with the girl of steel. She is a bit tired, but it is probably for the best." I said, as I set the bag at my side.

The boys were all in their teens and were dressed in black. It looked as though they were out to rob a jewel store. Like father like sons. They moved to the glass door and I let them in. Supergirl backed away from them looking a bit frightened. She knew she didn't stand much of a chance against one man, let alone three, without her powers. I closed the door behind them and it locked tight. I debated whether or not I wanted to watch this take place as I pressed the timer on the stop watch.

They boys were all evenly built, about six feet tall. Their muscles bulged from the tight black long sleeved shirts they wore. The eldest, Jonny, made the first move towards Supergirl and swung his fist into the powerless heroines stomach. She doubled over in pain and fell to her knees. The other two boys stood by and watched.

"That's for taking our father away!" Jonny yelled, as he pointed a finger at Supergirl's face.

He drew back and delivered a powerful punch to the helpless heroine's face and she fell to her back. Her hands moved over her nose and held it tight. Blood began to run down her face and I knew he had no doubt broken her nose. A nose that would have broken his hand only ten minutes ago. He signaled to the other two boys and they joined him.

A flurry of kicks began on the heroine as she tried to curl up in defense from the blows. They kicked, stomped, and spit at her for several moments. It was almost too much to witness. I enjoyed Moretti's visit much more than this one, but it was business and soon I would be a very rich man.

Jonny yanked the girl up off the floor by her cape and it ripped at the seam as she struggled to hold herself up with her bare feet. Her face was bloodied and wore an expression of pain that I assumed she had not been too familiar with. Jonny held, the not so super, Supergirl's arms behind her back and the boy's pounded punch after punch into her unprotected stomach. I could hear her screams of pain through the glass, muffled but desperate.

The punching ended and she hung limp in Jonny's arms. Her blonde hair dangled matted and streaked with blood. She bleed red, not green like many would think an alien to have done. She was as human looking as were possible, and at this moment she was very much human indeed. I felt a twinge of guilt, but that soon faded into thoughts of how I would spend my money on a beautiful beach some place far from here.

Crack!

The first slap had begun. The boys took turns slapping the heroine across her face and her head jarred right and left with each hit. Her cheeks were a burning red and she seemed to have little fight left in her. It was as if they were beating her lifeless body to a pulp. She could not die this way. Not after only two transactions. I pressed the intercom button.

"Now boys, you did not pay me to kill the girl. I still have many customers waiting for their turn and I would not want to inform them that you stole her away." I said.

They stopped and Jonny let the limp heroine fall to the cell floor. She stirred a bit, unable to crawl way from the them. They looked down at her and they all shared expressions of pure hate. She however, had her head face down and could not see the glare that burned at her back. Supergirl was a mess.

Jonny looked up at the boys and gave them a nod towards the door.

"We are done with this bitch. I hope the Huntsman puts a bullet between her eyes once he is through." Jonny said and then walked to the glass door.

I let them out of the chamber and they stormed out of the building muttering cruel comments about the event that had just took place. I walked into the cell and looked down at the crumpled hero once more. She seemed nearly as lifeless as before. I knew I was much safer this time however.

Her cape was torn from her left shoulder and I frowned. It was a shame that her costume would not look perfect for each customer. I scooped her in my arms and moved her towards the corner of the room. Her limbs hung lifelessly and her head fell back too weak to hold up. I set her down and moved to the wall sliding a panel open and pulling a nozzled hose from it. I squeezed back on the nozzle's trigger and prayed water over Supergirl, drenching her and washing the blood away. She weakly moved her arms in protest trying to stop the cold water, but it was useless. Her hair was tangled and soaked, her bright blue and red suit had become dark and heavy. I knelt down beside her and she looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"I think you have had enough guests today Supergirl. I have no doubt that the gas will have worked its way out of your system by morning and your powers will have returned. You will heal just in time for tomorrows customers. For now you should rest. You will need your strength." I said and then stood up to head out of her cell.

I paused and looked back over my shoulder, "Oh and Supergirl, don't try and escape tonight. The glass has sensors just beyond it that will instantly trigger the gas if breached. Sweet dreams."

I walked out of her cell and closed the door behind me. I was pretty worn out myself. It had been a very tiring night. Tomorrow we would have a full day together and many more customers ahead.

[L.M. Tracy]

Chapter Six

I climbed the steps back up to Supergirl's prison room early the next day. I hoped to get a head start on the day and maybe take a little "me" time with the powerful blonde. I reached the door and unlocked it. As I entered the room I fumbled along the wall searching for the light switches and could only see the dim lights from the control console. I had shut all the lights out when I left to give Supergirl a nice dark place to rest.

I flipped the light switch up and the lights flicked on. I felt my jaw drop at the sight of Supergirl's cell. Every inch of the glass had been scrapped and scratched. It now resembled that of fogged glass barring all sight from within. Clever girl. It was clear that she had been feeling much better from the night before, and no doubt just as angry. I sat at my control chair and squinted in an attempt to see through the heavily damaged glass. It was of no use. The girl's super sight made sure to ruin every inch. I scratched my head and thought for a moment. Going in that cell would be a foolish choice. In fact that must have been the girl's plan. Trap the trapper. I pondered gassing the chamber once more. I would hate to start the day off with a limp and feeble heroine. Today was going to be too long and she had barely survived the two encounters the night before.

I pressed the intercom button, "Supergirl you have been a really naughty girl. How do you expect our customers to see you through all of that mess?"

No sound came from the cell what so ever. She could not have escaped somehow, could she? I felt a lump fill my throat at the thought.

"Supergirl, don't make me gas you again. Let's try to get along. It is going to be a long day." I said, with an attempt at a casual tone.

Still no response.

My fingers tapped the surface of the desk plotting my next move. I felt like I was in a poker game; a most dangerous one at that. I looked over to the hostage holding cell and it was empty. My men had not yet brought them up from their holding cells below. I could not leave them all night, they were nowhere near as tough as Supergirl and if they died I would have little to bargain with. It seemed that the only safe choice I had was to gas the defiant hero. I entered my override code and the gas sensors switched to manual mode.

"Ok Supergirl, I hoped it wouldn't come to this..." I said, with my finger over the gas button. I paused a moment to give her one last chance to respond. It remained quite in the foggy cell. I pressed my finger into the button and heard a loud swell of protesting sound within the chamber. It grew louder with shrieks and howls as if something had blocked the pipes from unloading the gas. I held the button hoping that the pressure would dislodge whatever had blocked it. The groaning became louder still.

Suddenly I heard a loud explosion and shards of glass flew in my direction. I tried to evade, but all I managed was a quick jolt of the elbow before the many bits hit me and knocked me from my chair. The howls from the chamber were no longer muffled and filled the room with ear piercing screeches. I felt stinging all over my face and a throbbing sensation in my right leg. I looked down to see a large blade of glass impaled into my thigh. I clenched my teeth tight and reached up for the desk with one glass covered bloody hand. I rose myself up to look into Supergirl's open cell and she stood there, hands on her hips and looking at me with a satisfied expression.

Behind the heroine I could see the ruined walls of the cell. It appeared that she had stripped the mangled bench and used it to jam all of the gas ducts. Little bits of gas seeped into the room behind her, but she was nowhere near it. She stood there proud and fully healed. Her cape dangled by one shoulder and hung unevenly behind her. She took a step forward out of the chamber placing one read boot on the floor. She knew she was free and the look of horror on my face must have told her I had no more tricks up my sleeves.

She walked towards me with her shapely chest puffed out with pride. I could not move, all I could do was watch as she closed in on my position. I felt much like the wounded animals I had stalked in the past.

"Where are the hostages Huntsman?" Supergirl said, her voice cold and intimidating.
A twinge of hope shot through me and I mustered a grin, "They are with my men, waiting for my return. Should I not, they will be executed immediately."
Her piercing blue eyes scanned my body for a moment and then her lips pursed. She walked up next to me and ripped me off the ground like a rag doll and my face met hers. My leg throbbed as it hung limp off the round. Her eyes were crystal blue and the pupils, which usually were black, began to glow red.

"Where... are... they, Huntsman?" She said, through gritted teeth.

"I-I told you." I said, fumbling my words.

Her face grew mad with rage and before I had time to say another word we shot upward. I closed my eyes tight and all I could hear was crumbling concrete and bending metal. Wind rushed over my body as we flew up into the air. The sounds of demolition were soon replaced by honking horns and the commotion of cars below. I cracked my eyes open and saw a roof top with a huge gaping hole in it. We were high above the city and the sun had just begun to rise in the distance.

"Last chance Huntsman. Where are Erik and Mary?" she growled. Her eyes looked vacant as if she were a cold blooded killer.

I looked back pondering if this moral heroine would actually take my life. It was against everything she stood for. I decided to call her bluff and didn't reply. She shut her eyes and I felt the fabric of my shirt slip out of her fingers. The wind rushed over my body as panic set in. The sky and the earth blurred into one as I spun out of control plummeting to my death. Air forced itself out of my throat as I let out a scream of terror. I could not focus on my surroundings so I closed my eyes and waited for the life stealing impact that awaited me.

Suddenly I stopped, but it was not the aggressive manor I had expected. Two arms gripped me in a cradle and soon I was soaring upward once more. Supergirl spun me around and hung me by my bad leg. Pain pulsed through it between the shard of glass and Supergirl's death grip. I could see the beautiful blonde upside down and fought not to look at the earth below.

"Huntsman, I don't mean to catch you the next time. If you don't tell me where the hostages are, I will be back inside that building looking for them before you reach the earth." She said, her tone calmer than before.

I believed her. Something in that chamber had changed her usual ways and I opted to live and fight another day.

"They are in the basement." I said, trying not to sound too eager to inform her. I hadn't lied, the hostages were indeed in the basement, but something else waited for her there. Something I hoped she would not catch warning of.

Her eyes scanned me as if probing my body for the truth. Her brow rose and I felt she had accepted my statement.

With a gust of wind we barreled down to the roof once more. She seized a bundle of pipes that ran along the dilapidated roof and quickly bent them around my body imprisoning me. With a flash she vanished and I was left trapped on the rooftop to gaze at the sunrise and wait for her return.

Suspenseful looks met my eyes as I stopped my story. The four prison mates that had willfully listened to my tale looked eager for an ending. But the ending I could not tell. The truth was no one knew what happened down in the basement except for Supergirl... and the mysterious stranger. The shady man who had told me all of Supergirl's secrets lurked in the depths below. Supergirl had never returned to the roof tops that day and I was later discovered by the police who were tipped off about the roofs sudden explosion. I knew this as the moment she interrogated me above the city. I often wondered myself what had happened to the caped heroine, but perhaps I shall never know.


Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion as the true story is revealed from Supergirl's perspective!

[L.M. Tracy]

Chapter Seven

Wind rushed over my body as I flew though the crisp night air. It was a favorite past time of mine and was as close to relaxing I ever got. Between all of the school work and my night time bad guy busting, there was barely enough time for sleep. Yet, I was unwilling to give either up. The city needed me and I needed to be a part of the city.

My cape crackled behind me and my skirt danced around my waste, tickling my legs; I often pondered ditching the skirt for a pair of shorts, but it had become a part of my image in the years I had spent fighting crime.

My ears were filled with voices and sounds from the city below as I monitored for anything out of the ordinary. The city was surprisingly quiet tonight and I feared boredom would consume my evening. A sudden hissing sound caught my attention as it drew near my position. My face scrunched as I focused trying to detect its origin and it was soon masked by a loud explosion. I shook my head side to side as the loud sound overwhelmed my hearing. Out of the corner of my eye a ball of fire burned away in the sky. What on earth was that?

I began to fly towards the position of the blast and I saw a thin metal rod headed my way. The rod exploded in another brilliant ball of fire. Was that an arrow? No Supergirl your losing it, it must have been some sort of tampered bottle rocket some punk kids fired into the night. The rod had come from a rooftop not far from my position, well not far for me anyways. I took off in a flash and headed for the roof, my eyes searching for the culprit. The roof was dark and there were no signs of motion on its surface.

Suddenly another arrow shout out from between two rusty old air conditioner and flew right towards me. I decided I would take the arrow's hit rather than risk it falling to the streets below and injuring someone. I watched the rod approach, as if in slow motion, and it was indeed an arrow. The thin black shaft would have been near impossible to detect in the night. At its tip there was a sliver head, but it was not sharp at all, it seemed to have some sort of device fixed to it with a blinking red light.

It struck my chest dead center and my vision was soon clouded with fire. It was warm and almost felt nice on my skin. Had I been one of the people from this world it would have burned my body to a crisp, but then again I wouldn't be flying either. Once I broke free of the flames I zeroed in on the air conditioners and saw a masked man crouched between the two units. He had a bow and arrows, which seemed like a silly weapon of choice to me.

I shot past him and spun around in the air before landing on the roof. His back was too me and his head was looking up at the sky as if I were still there. I often had that effect on people when I moved a super speeds. The hooded man turned and faced me looking me up and down. I could hear his heart beat quicken; he was like all the other men, impressed and excited by a woman in a skirt. I had to admit, I knew I looked good in it, but that was no reason to be a pervert about it! I decided to inform the man how naive his hiding was.

"I can see you, hiding is pointless," I said, "why don't you save us both some trouble and come on out?"

He didn't budge, so I started to walk towards him. As I came closer he reached over his shoulder and grabbed another arrow. This guy must have been out of his mind; on drugs or something, running around the city shooting arrows like Robbinhood. He drew back on the bow's string and shot the silver tipped arrow at me. It came towards me so slowly I felt that I could have taken a moment to yawn before it hit. Just as the arrow before it, it collided with my chest in a brilliant ball of flame and I felt warm and cozy again. Tonight was looking like it had gone from boring to weird in just a few minutes. The man didn't seem at all shocked by the resilience of my body.

"Seriously dude, are you new here or something?" I said.

He didn't respond and reached for another arrow. I watched him arm the bow and draw it back. I continued to walk forward and he released the shot, but something was different about this arrow. It slowly came towards me and I reached out and seized it from the air. The tip was not silver like the ones before it. It appeared to be made of glass and had a strange green glow to it. I felt a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach and before I could hurl the arrow away from me it exploded in my face.

My vision went blurry and green as the dust shot into my mouth and up my nose. I began to cough violently trying to rid my body of this toxicant. My head began to swirl and my legs started to wobble beneath me. Soon a ringing rose in my ears and all of my senses were consumed by the effects of this green substance.

I managed to mutter, "What was that stuff?!"

I already knew what had been detonated in my face. It could only be kryptonite. The only deadly substance that I had ever come across. As rare as the crystal had been, this masked psychopath had acquired it and had put it to work on me. But why? Who was this man and what did he want with me?

I heard the man mumble something, but the ringing was too great to understand. I felt a hand grab my shoulder and I reached up to greet it. I still had my strength though my eyes stung and my hearing had become useless. I felt my hand latch onto his wrist and I gave it a little squeeze to let him know it was unwelcome. His arm tried to jerk away and I released my grip. I imagined he had got the memo because I didn't feel him reach for me again.

Suddenly I felt something on my back and I tried to shake it off me, but my strength was beginning to fade. The man was on me trying to wrestle me to the ground. If my strength were just a bit greater I would have been able to toss the man across the roof; maybe even off of it.

A cold fabric wrapped around my mouth and the smell was awful. I could not breath anything other than the toxic chemical this fabric had been soaked in. My vision became dim as I struggled with every remaining bit of my strength and I felt my arms buckling. I knew I would not be able to last much longer and felt fear sweep over me. I would soon be out cold and venerable to this man's devices. I wanted to scream for help, but I couldn't. The last thing I remember is my chin hitting the soggy rooftop before everything went black.

[L.M. Tracy]

Chapter Eight

I woke up and felt groggy and disoriented as if I had a nightmare, but upon opening my eyes I soon realized that it was not a dream. Bright light glared down into my face as if I were on the stage of a Broadway show. I clamped my eyes shut tight and tried to move. My limbs felt heavy and my head pounded. I reached up to wipe my hair from my mouth, which clung to my lips. I opened my eyes once more and squinted as they adjusted to the light.

A loud screech caught my attention and it was soon followed by a radio driven voice.

"Good morning Supergirl. Sleep well?" the voice said, loudly.

I sat up slowly and I felt the sleep begin to drain from my limbs; they moved more willingly to my commands. I looked up to see a black speaker in the far corner of my dark colored room. I looked around and saw that much of the walls were covered in strange panels, but otherwise featureless. As I panned, one wall stood out from the rest, it was a thick shield of glass, maybe a whole foot dense. Just past it I could see a man sitting behind a odd shaped desk some twenty feet from my room. He pressed something on his desk and then the room filled with his voice again.

"I said good morning. There is no reason to be rude," he said.

I slowly rose to my feet and stood facing this man. I assumed he was the man from the roof, though he was no longer wearing a mask. He looked like he was in his thirty's, bits of grey lining his hair. His face bore several scars that looked as if he had been clawed at some point. I walked up to the glass.

"What is the meaning of this? How did I get here?" I demanded. I didn't feel too worried, because if this man wanted me dead he had his chance while I was out.

"Well I brought you here my dear. It would seem you had a bit of a... fainting spell earlier. Never the less I am the Huntsman and I have been eager to meet you!" the Huntsman said, cheerfully.

"Fainting spell," I said, as I thought back to what I last remembered and the event came back to me. "I had no fainting spell. You drugged me!"

"Poisoned, actually," the scared man said with a wicked grin, "what you have inhaled is raw dust from a ground kyrptonite fragment. It is still very much in your system right now, but it didn't seem to make you as weak as I had hoped. Pity."

I felt my face become hot as anger coursed through me. My hand rose up and I slammed it into the glass. I cracked under the force of the hit and I watched the man jump, before quickly moving to his intercom button.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! I wouldn't do that. You see if you go breaking that glass I will be forced to flood your chamber with that same green gas. I fear such a high dosage will result in your death." he said, urgently.

My hands fell to my sides and I clenched them tight, "What do you want Huntsman?"

"Why my dear, I have what I want. What I want is you!" he said.

"So what is your plan, to keep me here forever?" I replied. I wondered if this man was completely insane. This little glass room would not keep me forever.

"Forever is a long time my dear, let's just say I mean to have you... for some time. Imagine what people would pay to see the Supergirl tame and docile in a cage? Maybe you could even put on a little show for them?"

Yep, he was insane all right.

"I am not some pet in a zoo, Huntsman. I will not perform for you or anyones amusement." I said.

"No? Pity," he began, "You are the rarest of creatures and it would be a spectacular and rather profitable venture."

His words made my stomach knot up. I felt every bit apart of this world as anyone else. I had been born on a planet that was now destroyed, but Earth was my true home.

"I am a human being, not some animal for show!" I shouted, through the glass.

"No!" he screamed into the intercom, as he slammed a fist down, "you are not human! You are an alien who has invaded our world and interfered with our lives!"

I couldn't find the words to respond. All I felt was disgust that this crazy man had labeled me inhuman while he held me hostage in a glass prison.

"Now," the crazy had left his voice, "let's get down to business shall we?"

I crossed my arms and looked at him. What "business" did he think we had together?

"Excellent. We are going to make quite the team you and I!" he began, "The Huntsman and the Girl of Steel."

He waved his arm above his head and then continued, "But, before we can do that, we will have to get you trained and ready!" He then pressed something on his desk and I heard something hit the floor behind me.

"Now be a good little Supergirl and retrieve that pipe for me?" he said.

I just stared at him. I was the most powerful woman on the planet and he wanted me to play fetch?

"Let's not make this difficult, we have a lot of things to cover tonight." he said, trying to reason with me.

I ignored him. This was absurd and he would be wise to let me out before I got too angry with him.

"Fine have it your way. Are you ready to meet some friends?" he said, then fiddled with something on his desk once more. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the wall open just to the left of my cell. Inside were three people dressed in white jumpsuits and had cloth draped of their heads. Their hands were behind their backs and they squirmed around in place. I could sense their fear and I felt my gut wrench with worry. Not only did I have to free myself somehow, but also save the lives of these innocents.

"These three people will be your performing mates. The rules are really simple, either you do as I command, or a performer dies." he said.

This man was summoning every ounce of my patients then. It was one thing to come after me, but to involve these people in his dangerous game was disgusting.

"Now the bar please." he said.

I spun around and jerked the bar up off the ground, then turned to face him again.

"Very good Supergirl!" he said in a condescending tone, while clapping his hands like a fool, "One of the hostages will be fed tonight! Isn't helping others rewarding? Now take that bar and bend it for me."

I stared into his ugly scared face and bent the bar in half. I half wished it would have been his arm back when we were on the roof. It didn't seem to phase him.

"Wonderful," he cried, giving another round of applause, "Now for a more meaningful task. Put that bar on the ground and show me your incredible eye lasers. Please keep them inside the glass. If any should escape your cell one of your friends will have to die a most unpleasant death."

I tossed the pipe to the ground and stared at it. My vision went red as my eye lasers began to heat the metal. I grew very tired of his games, everyone knew about my powers, why did this fool want to watch me use them so badly?

"Okay that is quite enough!" he yelled, "Too much more of that and it just my burn a whole through the ground instead."

I stopped and looked back up at him. I thought about shooting a beam through the glass and burning up his desk, but if I had failed the lives of the hostages could be in danger.

"Okay I have done what you ask, now let the hostages go." I said.

"Oh no my dear, you have not even begun to do the things I have planned. Now let's see you fly. Hover a little for me." he said, making a pair of legs with his fingers and moved them in the air.

I let my arms fall as I floated into the air. One of my legs tucked in instinctively and I looked at him impatiently.

"Wonderful! It looks like the poison has mealy weakened you a little, but your powers seem mostly in tact! Very impressive indeed." he said.

I crossed my arms and let myself fall to the floor. His wicked grin returned.

"Now Supergirl, phase one of your training is now complete. We are now ready for phase two. Keep in mind any reluctance or refusal will result in the death of a friend. We will start with Mary on the end. She is a beloved wife and mother of two little darling girls. It will be up to you whether or not she will return to her family. Please nod if you understand." he said.

I could only look at him feeling worried of what he might ask me to do. I knew protecting the lives of innocents was my daily task, but to do so while performing like a circus animal seemed to disregard the value of his hostages lives. I nodded.

"Splendid. Now Supergirl... I want you to take off your boots... nice and slow."

I widened my eyes. He wasn't going to make me undress for him was he?

[L.M. Tracy]

Chapter Nine

I looked at the Huntsman and I felt an overwhelming sense of resentment and disgust. This villain had gone from crazy to creepy in all of two seconds. I looked at the hostages and used my x-ray vision to get a look at their faces. Mary, the one closest to me, had tears streaming down her cheeks and she looked too frightened to even make a sound. The one in the middle was a young man, and his eyes were also wet with tears as his lip quivered though he had clamped down on it with his teeth. The farthest hostage I found the most appalling. She was an old woman, much too old to be bound up and held hostage. Her health, above all, became a great concern of mine. I shot a quick look around the room, and the Huntsman had been knowledgeable enough to line the room with lead to stop my prying eyes. I felt I had little options, but to appease the villain at this point.

"Supergirl, you are not going to make me repeat myself are you?" he said, frowning at me.

I dropped my arms to my sides with contempt for the foulness of his game, then bent over slowly as he requested. I wrapped my fingers around one of my boot's zipper and inched it down towards the heel. I could hear his breathing become deeper and his heart rate rose. The slime was enjoying me as I was forced to undress. I slid my foot out of the boot and let the boot drop on its side. The floor was cold as ice when my foot touched it. I stood awkwardly in one boot as I moved to remove the other. I debated about the speed in which I completed his tasks. On one hand if I did things slow it would buy me more time to think, on the other I became very impatient and I wanted to get it over with. I had zipped the second boot completely down and my foot slid out of it. I stood there barefoot in front of the glass like some manikin in a store's window. It felt degrading.

"Wonderful. Now doesn't that feel much better to be out of those work boots?" he said, with a wicked grin.

I crossed my arms and thought of many places I would have rather put my boots, and none of them involved the floor they now resting on.

"One would imagine that all the flying around you do, must do quite a bit of work on those sexy legs of yours. Why don't we take a little time to... show them we care." he said, and fiddled with his desk some more. I heard something hit the floor behind me.

"Why don't we lotion those legs up a bit. Get them nice and moistened." he said.

He was truly a perverted creep, and I couldn't figure out how I had fallen into his trap. I looked over my shoulder and there was a bottle of lotion on the floor. I enjoyed lotion, but more for its smell. My legs didn't suffer from the wear and tear most women had to endure. I was lucky to have never had damage to my skin at all, it was just as smooth at it had been when I was a baby.

I stomped over to the bottle and snatched it from the floor, but I had squeezed the bottle too tight and the cap burst open spraying lotion into the air.

"Why Supergirl! I do hope you have the same effect on our customers. I am sure you will." he said, and then winked at me.

I felt my stomach turn at the thought of making any of his "customers" do anything of the sort. It took all I had to not dry heave right then. I squeezed some lotion into my hand and began to rub it on my thigh as quickly as I could. I just kept thinking about getting done with it.

"No! No! No! You're doing it all wrong!" he cried, "Slowly! Very slowly! Love your legs... and why don't you lie down while you do it?"

I looked up at him and wanted more than anything to burn him with my lasers. I have endured several nasty comments over the years, but never had I been forced to go along with them. I hoped this sick villain was enjoying himself, because when I was free he was going to wish he had let me go sooner.

I let myself fall back to the ground, using my flight ability to control how much the Huntsman could see. I was not going to bend over and let him ogle my body more than I had to already. I lifted one leg in the air and did exactly what he wanted. I rubbed the lotion on my legs from thigh to foot. I even took the time to get between my toes in hopes that he wouldn't make me do it over again. I began my second leg and I could feel his eyes on my body. I shot a glance at him and his hands were behind his desk out of sight. I didn't dare look through it to see where they had gone. I finished and lowered my leg down to the ground and laid there hoping he had his fill.

"Excellent. Your hard work has earned you that reward. I hope you have enjoyed it." he said.

The thought of me enjoying something he clearly enjoyed lit another fire of defiance in me and I slammed my hands down on the floor and shot up into the air. I landed and looked at him with every bit of rage I could muster.

"Huntsman, how do I know this all isn't a game for your pleasure and you mean to kill these people as soon as it is over?" I yelled, feeling my face burn once more.

"You don't," he said, showing his slimy teeth, "but you have been a good girl so I will let one of these hostages go. Now let's see, who shall it be?"

He looked at the three hostages and then continued, "We have got to know Mary there on the end a bit earlier. Her story would be most tragic if she did not survive. But Erik here in the middle, he is a single father. I fear that his child is still at home alone, sleeping in its crib. Pity his foolish wife had to go get herself killed in a car crash. That child must be terrible sacred."

He looked back and forth from the hostages to me as if he were enjoying my torment. I wished more than anything I could get all three of these people home safe to their loved ones, even if it meant my own sacrifice. For now, all I could think about was getting Erik home to his daughter. The baby could be in trouble right now and none of us would know it. I had to choose the one that I could not know was safe.

"And then there is little old Mrs. Adams, beloved grandmother and valued bingo player. She has had a long a fulfilling life this one. Perhaps ending it right now would do very little. I might have been wiser to have chosen a better specimen." he said, faking sympathy on his disgusting face.

"Erik. I choose Erik Huntsman. Please let him return to his child!" I blurted out.

He looked at me and squinted his black eyes before grinning at me.

"My dear, I never said you had choice in who I freed. No. I think Erik will stay for now. Ms. Adams will go. I fear if I kept her much longer she might die of fright anyhow." he said, then started pressing down on his desks surface. I heard something pop open under Mrs. Adams and she vanished from sight.

"Don't worry, she is quite safe. There is a van parked below with a couple of Freddy Moretti's men waiting. They will drop the old woman off curbside of her daughter's house. She will be home safe and what an exciting story she will have to tell!" he said.

My worry jumped from Mrs. Adams to the name Freddy Moretti. He couldn't have meant the cop killing mobster who was rotting in jail waiting to be prosecuted, could he?

"Oh I have almost forgot to spread the good news! Mr. Moretti has been acquitted in the most recent trial due to lack of evidence and the few witnesses who found themselves blown up in a spree of car bombings. Funny thing this law business." he said, with a fake expression of concern.

Just then a door opened behind him and a man in a suit walked in. He was half covered by shadow, but shadows would not hide him from me. I watched Moretti smile and then pop his knuckles.

"Oh well speak of the devil... here is Mr. Moretti now!" the Huntsman said.

Moretti stepped forward into the light and his old face wore a thick scar across it. I looked at him and the brutality of his crime ran through my head. He was a dirt bag cop killer and I had stopped him once and for all, or so I thought. He just looked at me with his crooked evil grin filled with golden teeth, while running his chubby fingers through his hair as if they would help his appearance. Whatever these two villains had planned it was sure be nothing good.

[L.M. Tracy]

Chapter Ten

"Now Supergirl, Mr. Moretti is our first customer and I want you to be a good girl for him ok? Now back away into the corner and if you so much as flinch, Erik will not be making it home to his baby girl tonight," the Huntsman said.

Good girl? I was always good, but that didn't mean whatever he meant by that question. I turned and walked into the far corner. My mind raced with ideas of escape and rescuing the hostages. I thought of taking Moretti as a hostage of my own. His men would do anything to get their boss back, they had already proven that by murdering witnesses. The only flaw in that plan was that the Huntsman would just gas me in the chamber, or worse kill a hostage. I was going to have to play it by ear like it or not, but if a chance came for me to escape I would not waste it.

I heard the door open behind me and I remained as still as a statue. I didn't want to provoke the Huntsman into killing someone because I twitched and startled him. I heard the door shut and Moretti's heavy footsteps drew closer to me.

"So super bitch, we meet again." Moretti said, in a gruff tone.

I knew it was safe to move again and I spun around to face him. The very sight of this murder made me sick.

"I can't believe you killed all those people to escape the punishment YOU disserved." I growled.

"It's just business sweet heart. I sell drugs, the cops want to stop me. Not my fault they got themselves all shot up try'n to play hero." Moretti said.

"You are filth Moretti, and don't think for a second you will be free for long. Once I am out of here I will see you back in a cell." I yelled back. I wanted him to know how revolting he was to me.

"Bold words from a bitch in a cell of her own." he replied.

Just then the Huntsman's voice interrupted our quarrel.

"Now you two play nice. This is supposed to be a fun time for us all!" he said, in a disturbingly cheerful tone.

Moretti snorted in reply and I kept my eyes locked on him wishing I didn't have to hold back.

"Now for the next thirty minutes you, Supergirl, are to follow the commands of Moretti. I am sure you can imagine the consequences if you should fail to do so. I am starting the timer now. I have quite a busy schedule to uphold this evening!" the Huntsman said.

"I better get my monies worth super bitch." Moretti said, as he took a few steps towards me. I could tell he was a bit worried despite his cocky tone. I looked him up and down and knew how easily I could make this man beg for mercy; beg me to lock him back up in a cell where he belonged.

"Well go on Moretti, don't be shy! Time is ticking away!" the Huntsman howled through the intercom.

Moretti looked through the glass at the Huntsman and then back to me, "Right. Get on all fours you stupid bitch!"

I crossed my arms and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. I would get on all fours for him over his dead body.

"Supergirl this is the only warning I am going to give. Do as Moretti says or Erik will be shipped to his front door in a box." the Huntsman yelled though the intercom.

My arms sank to my hips. I felt my defiance turn into gloom as I knew if I wanted to save the hostages, I had no choice but to comply. I glared at Moretti, who looked at me pleased with his choice of commands and I lowered myself to my knees. Leaning forward my palms hit the cold floor and I looked up at him resentfully. I felt degraded and ashamed that I had to stoop to this behavior.

"Now crawl over here." Moretti demanded.

Every muscle in my body tensed up as I fought my gag reflex. I had to think about the hostages and their families. If I failed to do what Moretti asked, they would all die and my suffering would be for nothing. I slowly started to crawly forward and I could feel both men's eyes rolling over my body. The thought of wearing shorts became even more appealing than ever before, because I could feel my bare bottom sticking out, exposed to the Huntsman's gaze. I stopped at Moretti's feet and looked up at him.

"Now kiss my shoes." He commanded.

I dipped down and placed my lips to his dress shoes and I tried my best not to let the contents of my stomach spill out over them. Moretti's foot jerked upward and hit me in the face, which did very little but amuse me. The tough mobster was now leaping around the room holding his injured foot while cursing under his breath at me. You would think the moron would have learned by now that kicking me would only result in his own suffering. I felt a grin forming on my face, the first I have had since I was brought to this horrible cell.

"I warned you Moretti, she still very much has her powers! I would not try that again if I were you!" the Huntsman's voice rang out in the room.

Moretti lowered his foot back down to the floor and limped towards me. I looked enraged beyond anything I could have hoped for and I laughed at him to further aggravate. The brainless fool got exactly what he disserved and I only hope he tried to injure me further. His face slowly returned to its usual nasty state.

Moretti reached into his pocket and fished out a camera, "Now you listen here you little whore. You and I are going to make a little video and so help me you had better be convincing or I will walk with my money and I will make sure those little hostages you are trying to spare get bullets for brains!"

Who did he think he was calling a whore? I didn't have it in me to kill anyone unless I had too, but I did have a nice mental image of me dragging him along the street all the way back to prison. For now I just had to obey and ensure the hostages were not harmed. That is all that mattered for the moment.

"Supergirl please don't cost me my money, it would make me most upset." said the Huntsman, who hid from me behind his thick glass like the coward he was.

I lifted myself now looking up at him from my knees, "What do you want me to do?"

"You see my family's rival gang has been invading our turf. You are going to send them a little message." Moretti said while powering the camera. "You are going to tell them that you are working for us now and if they don't get their filthy mugs out of my streets you will rip their arms off and kill their families."

"You have lost your mind. I will never work for you... you... villain!" I yelled.

"You ain't work'n for me. You're just tell'n them you are. Once they see this video they wouldn't dare enter our streets. We will own this town by the week's end!" Moretti said, with a mischievous grin. He pressed the record button and aimed the camera at me. "Now tell'em!"

I stood up and moretti tracked me with his little pocket camera. My lips were tight and I had to force myself to speek.

"I, Supergirl..." I began, "am working for the Moretti family now. If anyone sets foot on their turf..." I stopped, and couldn't finish my threat to dismember people.

"Go one Supergirl, tell them how you feel." Moretti said, angrily.

"I...," I continued, My jaw locked shut, "I will rip their arms off and kill their families."

After I finished my eyes fell to the floor and I felt disgusted with the words that came from my own mouth.

Moretti spun the camera to face himself as he added, "You hear that you slimy fucks! You have until tomorrow night to get your filthy asses out of my streets or I will send the Supergirl for you, your wives, and your discussing little childrens! You have been warned!"

He stopped the tape and slid the camera back into his pants pocket. Moretti looked at the Huntsman through the glass and said, "How much time do I have left?"

"About twenty minutes or so Mr. Moretti." the Huntsman replied.

"I am going to need a place to sit then." Moretti said.

A few moments went by and then a bench long enough to lay on emerged from the wall behind Moretti. Moretti turned and looked at it, snorted with satisfaction, and then walked over and sat down.

"Come here Supergirl, I have been saving something up for you all those months I have spent in prison." Moretti said, looking up at me.

I slowly walked towards him and felt a tension in my stomach. He had a look in his eyes that told me he didn't want me to threaten mobsters any more. His gold teeth beamed at me as I reached him.

"Now knee." he said coldly.

I dropped to my knees and my thoughts raced. The perverted mobster's hands dropped into his lap and be began to peal open the zipper in his crotch. I turned my head away from him quickly.

"Turn your head back over here you little stuck up bitch! I am going to teach you what you women are really supposed to do!" Moretti shouted at me.

I turned back to him and was forced to look him in the face, rather than down at his unzipped fly.

"Put it in your mouth and don't you dare try anything funny. I so much as feel a tooth scrape and I will tell the Huntsman to shred them hostages!" Moretti said.

I froze and looked him in the eye hoping he would take back the words he just spoke. I thought of pleading with him to do anything else, but I knew my protest would only excite the villain further. I swallowed hard and then lowly lowered my head into his lap. His hairy member looked up at me and I could smell his musty body odder as I drew close. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as I lowered it down to his penis. I felt the warmth of it as my lips touched its surface and I used my tong to pull it into my mouth. It was salty and sweaty just like the rest of the pig mobster. I held it in my lips and didn't move. It pulsed on my tongue as it grew larger in my mouth.

"What? They don't give head where you're from?" Moretti said, and I felt his hand hit the top of my head. "Get on with it!"

I focused on the hostages and how I would soon find a way out of this mess. I moved my head up and down and his member slide in and out of my mouth. My lips drug up and down and all I could taste is his saltiness. I had to find a way out of here and get Erik back to his baby, Mary to her kids, and these slime ball perverts in a cell where they couldn't hurt anyone else.

"That's a good girl, apologize to me for all the trouble you have caused." Moretti said as I slowly moved my mouth up and down his filthy shaft. His hands ran through my hair and a gagged a little. I knew he heard me because he let out a chuckle as I did it. His hand wandered down my neck and played with the collar of my suit. I continued to move my head up and down trying to drift my mind any place but where I was. His hand breached my suit top and I felt his grubby fingers slide between my breasts. They stroked my right breast and soon his fingers found my nipple. He pinched it in his fingers and I assumed it was as hard as he could, but it had little effect on them. He withdrew his hand abruptly.

"Faster!" Moretti commanded, frustration was clear in his tone.

I began to move quicker in his lap and his fleshy appendage began to seep pre-cum in my mouth. It was revolting and I wanted to bite down on it and stop it from every causing any other women grief. His hips writhed with my motions pushing up into my thrusts. Whiffs of his musk filled my nostrils and my mind pleaded for an end to this shameful act.

"That's it, now cup them hairy things." Moretti said.

I assumed he meant the jungle of hair that engulfed his testicles and I reached up and put my hands over them. I was careful not to crush them, though the thought was very tempting.

"Oh yeah, just like that," Moretti groaned, "Faster! Faster!"

I began to move faster than humanly possible wanting this to be over. The combination of my speed and the watering my mouth had been doing out of disgust helped protect the mobster's penis from serious burn. I kept working my head up and down while picturing myself free from this cell.

Suddenly Moretti's hands shot down and gripped my head while he let out a loud groan. I stopped as I felt his semen burst into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I moved quickly to retreat, but the basted had my head locked in his hands. I pulled back and he lifted off the table and then let me good. I heard him thud down as I turned my head and spit out the semen I had not been forced to swallow. It splattered on the cell floor and I began to gag and cough hoping to throw up the bit that was forced down my throat. My mouth watered and all I could taste was bitter sperm and salt.

Moretti laid there panting for a moment before rustling his pants back together. I didn't look at him, doing so would be too much for me to handle. I might have blasted a hole right though his head with my eyes. I took my hand and wiped a bit of cum off my face and flung it at the floor by his feet. I vowed then that Moretti would pay dearly for what he had made me do.

Moretti, regaining his strength, stood up and patted me on the head, "That was pretty good super bitch. I might have to pay for another round sometime soon. Though you are the most expensive whore I have ever entertained."

He walked past me and I clenched my teeth together. I wanted to grip him by his member and toss him out of my cell. He left the room and I saw him talking with the Huntsman once more. The conversation was short and I didn't bother to listen. I didn't care what they had to say anymore. I was going to escape and once I did they were all going to pay.

[DrDominator9]

Excellent job, as usual. Like the switch of perspectives and giving SG's reasonings during her humiliation. Looking forward to the mystery ending.

[L.M. Tracy]

Excellent job, as usual. Like the switch of perspectives and giving SG's reasonings during her humiliation. Looking forward to the mystery ending.

Thank you Dr. D! I am hoping this next part rolls out as smoothly as I hoped. Just finished Chapter Eleven and soon Twelve will reveal my secret ending

[L.M. Tracy]

Chapter Eleven

I felt myself lose control as I ripped the bench from the wall and hurled it at the Huntsman.

SLAM!

My only wish was that it had gone through the glass and hit the slime, who had trapped me here. He spun around in shock and looked at me. Moretti had just left and he had not been paying attention to me what so ever. I would have been wise to have taken action to better my situation, but the event that had just took place had hit me hard. I was now in a fit of rage that not even I could come back from at that moment.

"Now, now, Supergirl. That is no way to treat your things. Where will you sleep now?" the Huntsman said. Even the sound of his voice was like a knife driven into my open would and spun around.

I jumped to the glass and slammed my fist down which freed a shard of glass and sent it towards the Huntsman. It impaled his desk not far from where he sat and I felt disappointed it had not pierced his wretched heart. I shot a look into his eyes and felt heat in my face like I have never felt. Not even a trip to the sun could make me feel as warm and furious as I felt then.

"Huntsman, when I get out of here you are going to pay for what you have done!" I screamed uncontrollably.

His eyes looked from the sharp bit of glass that had nearly taken his life then up to me. He appeared in total shock and I hoped it would be enough for him to stop this dangerous game he played.

"You are not behaving Supergirl. I warned you of the consequences of misbehaving." he said, his face fading from shock into a frown.

I watched as he reached for something on his desk and I felt fear that he would execute one of the hostages because I could not control my rage. I hoped he had only wished to punish me, because I could not bear the thought of one of the innocents suffering for my sake.

Hissing sounds snapped me from thought as I turned to see the gas flooding from the wall behind me. I felt a strange sense of relief that it was me he wished to punish. I drew my cape up around my face in hopes of preventing its effect a little while longer. I felt my body start to tingle and knew it was getting close. I took a moment and looked at the four vents that had opened in the wall. If I was to survive this I would need to memorize their location because I could not see through the lead once they had closed. The bright green fog rolled at my feet as it crawled up my legs. It burned my skin as my body grew weaker. I felt the dust roll up my stomach and under my cape as it made its way into my face. The kryptonite particles smelt like blood, or was my nose now bleeding from the toxic effect? I felt an uncontrollable urge to sneeze and threw back my cape with a mighty blast of air. The dust began to cyclone around me and I fell to the ground overwhelmed. I was weak and dizzy, my ears rang, and my vision blurred into the green cloud. I felt myself slipping in and out of courteousness and knew if I had endured this much longer I would either faint or die. I had never been so exposed to kryptonite as I had right then and I had no way of knowing how much my body could take.

My cheek touched the floor and my eye lids felt as if they were made of bricks as they lowered down shut. This was the end I was sure and though it was painful, soon it would all be over and I would no longer be the puppet in this madman's game. Then there was more kryptonite in the room and air so I stopped breathing. At full strength I could hold my breath for an exceptionally long time, but I was weak and tired which cause a struggle in my lungs.

Suddenly my the ringing in my ear grew louder into a shriek. I wondered if this was typical of death for a person from my planet to be engulfed in such overpowering noise. I felt beads of sweat rolling down my body as it attempted to reject the kryptonite particles and the ringing had been entirely replaced by the horrible shrieking. I opened my eyes for what I thought would be the last time and could not believe what I saw. It was as if the fog had moved in reverse, rolling and climbing up the back wall into the vents it had escaped from moments ago. I must have been losing my mind, I thought. Too weak to hold my chin up I let if fall to the floor with a slap. My eyes shut once more and I laid there weak and powerless as I passed out.

I didn't know how long I was out, but soon came too as something brushed against my face. It took all I had to shoot one arm up in defense and I felt it grip something warm and soft. My eyes slowly opened and I could see the blurry figure of a man standing over me. I hoped that I had not been out so long that my body was passes around by more of the Huntsman's "customers". As my vision became more focused I saw that the arm I gripped belonged to the Huntsman who let out a scream at my consciousness. I clenched my jaw tight as I attempted to break the villain's arm, but I was too weak to crush a soda can even.

He jerked his arm out of my grip and took a step back, before dashing towards the open door. I pulled my weak body up to its feet and tried to walk after him, but I was too slow and the door slammed shut. I was still locked in this cell of torment and very much alive. I took my hand and slammed it on the glass as hard as I could and felt a could streak run down my forearm. I must have lost my powers completely, for the feeling I experience was that of pain much like humans felt. Pain or not I desperately need to escape this prison and I began to pound the glass with both fists as much as my weak body could manage. It did nothing as I continued to attack the thick shield until my fists began to ache.

The Huntsman sat in his chair and appeared to be talking to himself, but with my powers gone I could no longer hear beyond the glass. He must have been speaking in a low tone, something of a whisper. My arms were heavy and I felt the swings on the glass become nothing more that taps across its surface.

Suddenly I noticed figured dressed in black standing next to the Huntsman. One was talking to him and I could hear nothing. I could barely make them out through the cracked glass, but I knew this had to be more customers. I felt fear at the thought of taking three men on in my pathetic state. One would have been more than a challenge, but three would be a massacre. I could not fight them off and if they were anything near as perverted as Moretti I would soon be raped by the three. I wished the gas had killed me off and I would not have to endure this humiliation that surely awaited me.

The three men were no standing in the door way to my cell. I took a few steps back as they entered and looked at them uncontrollably frightened. They were not men at all, but boys, likely in their teens. I wondered what sort of boys had money to come and have their way with Supergirl. Their angry faces told me they had not come to meet the hero of their city and thank me for my services. They were all three, tall, muscular, and heading my way.

One took a lunge at me and I was not quick enough to move. His fist drove into my stomach hard and I felt every bit of air in my lugs spill out. I clutched my abs as I fell to my knees breathless.

"That's for taking our father away!" the boy yelled, waving a finger in my face.

His arm swung back as his eyes squinted with furry. I was weak and out of air when the fist slammed into my face hurling me to my back. My nose throbbed and I felt something draining into my throat. It tasted of bitterness and rust. I cupped my injured nose in my fingers and watched the lights above disappear as the three boys stood over me. Their legs drew up and I could see the soles of their shoes only moments before they began to stomp on me. I could feel blood rush down my cheeks as I lowered my arms to protect my chest. It did little to defend against the six assaulting feet that showered down on me. I felt a few ribs crack as one stomped on my chest several times and my arms began unable to defend their assaults.

"Please.... please... no more... " I begged weakly, but they didn't care for my pleases.

I didn't know who their father was or what I have done to make them so angry with me. They were cruel and ruthless and I was at the mercy they were clearly not going to spare me. My body ached all over and my legs felt tender from the kicks they delivered into them. I felt myself being yanked off the ground by my cape as it drew the collar of my suit into my throat. A loud ripping noise told me that my cape hand not endured the savagery. My head hung down and I could see the welts and cuts all over my legs, which tried desperately to keep their footing.

Before I knew what was happening the first blow hit my stomach. I scream in pain as my insides ached. Another blow followed soon after and I found myself gasping for air. The assault continued leaving little amount of time between for me to fill my lungs with air. My legs went lip and I could feel strong hands holding my arms behind my back, not letting me fall to the ground.

A heavy crack came across my face as an open hand swept across it. The room span and my head swam in a sea of confusion. I felt my head swing side to side stretching the fibers in my neck to their limits as the boys continued to smack me around. I could only taste blood, which was something I had never been familiar with. I felt as if I were going to fait when a voice boomed out into the room.

"Now boys, you did not pay me to kill the girl. I still have many customers waiting for their turn and I would not want to inform them that you stole her away." the Huntsman said.

The assault stopped and I had actually felt happy to hear the Huntsman's voice for once. Soon I was released and I fell into a heap on the floor. I spit blood onto the floor and felt numbness in my cheeks. The slaps had breached my nerves limits and I could only imagine how battered I now looked. My are ached with pain as I pulled a strand of hair way from the sticky blood on my chin. I was too dazed to feel anything except helplessly tired and relieved the beating was over.

The men left my chamber and I collapsed on the floor. I was slipping into unconsciousness when a pair of harms scooped me up off of the floor. I could not move and didn't care to fight back. I was too tired and too weak for any further protest. The cold floor met my back and I laid there hoping to rest until my strength returned, but the moment was stolen from me as a cold, harsh liquid hit my face. My opened my eyes and saw the Huntsman standing over me with a hose in hand as he sprayed me down like a filthy dog. I lifted my arms trying to fend off the beam of water, but it was too much for me. I was soaked, cold, and felt humiliated, but most of all very tired.

"I think you have had enough guests today Supergirl. I have no doubt that the gas will have worked its way out of your system by morning and your powers will have returned. You will heal just in time for tomorrows customers. For now you should rest. You will need your strength." he said, and then I heard his footsteps as he walked away.

"Oh and Supergirl, don't try and escape tonight. The glass has sensors just beyond it that will instantly trigger the gas if breached. Sweet dreams." he added and then left me alone in my pool of water.

[L.M. Tracy]

Chapter Twelve

I woke in darkness, all alone in my cell and still dripping wet. I no longer felt cold, though I was still laying in the water where the Huntsman had left me. My body didn't sting with pain any more, though I did have quite a head ache. I assumed the kryptonite dust was still working its way out of my system. I didn't know how long I was out, or even what time it was. All I knew is I was alone for the first time since I was imprisoned here and now was my chance to break free.

I remembered the Huntsman's words, warning me that if I broke the glass it would set off the gas system. I had no way of knowing if he were telling the truth, but I couldn't chance it. I sat up and my head spun a little. My super vision was coming back and I was becoming more able to see in the dark. I stood up and walked across the floor, my bare feet making squishy sounds in the water. By the glass view port of my cell I found my boots and slipped them back on. I noticed my cape had been torn from my left shoulder, but it would have to stay that way until I had time to fix it. Now I had to plan my escape before the Huntsman returned.

The hostages were no longer outside of my cell which gave me mixed feelings. On one had they were not tied to the wall all night, but on the other I had no way of knowing if their new location had been any safer. I would have to find them as soon as I was free. I was not leaving this prison without them.

I remembered the location of the gas lines that fed kryptonite into my cell and though of how I was going to eliminate them from the Huntsman's equation. I rarely needed to be so cleaver as I usually charged into danger knowing that I was invulnerable, but this was different. I had my first taste of human existence and while I admired mankind, I could not afford to be anything less than Supergirl.

The bench I had previously mangled was laying at my feet. It was a mix of stainless steel with a sad excuse for a cushion on top. I grabbed it and effortlessly carried it to the back wall with only one hand. It felt good to be back to my old self again. The walls were still lined with lead so I would have to peel them back to get to the pipes. I had to be careful, if I plunged my hand in too deep I would rupture the pipe and flood myself with the deadly gas. I ran my hand along the wall until I felt a seam and then curled my fingers into it. It bent as if it were merrily paper. I unfolded the panel and looked behind it. I saw the first pipe and traced it up the wall. At its end, there was one release valve with some sort of revolving head. That head was not going to move again.

I pulled strips of stainless steel from the bench and wrapped them tightly around the head. I used my laser vision to weld them in place and examined them. They looked like they would hold, but there would only be one way to find out. I moved to the next pipes location and pulled the panel back. Much of the design was uniformed and made the task much simpler than I could have hoped for.

Soon I had welded the final pipe and I was now ready to plan my next move. As far as I knew the gas was out of commission, but the Huntsman was sure to have more tricks up his sleeves. I had enough strength to break through the glass, but I could not do so until he disabled the sensors on the other side; if they even existed. I thought back to when I broke the shard of glass free that nearly hit the Huntsman. Had sensors been activated then, the gas would have flooded my cell. The Huntsman was likely bluffing, but I could not chance it. I was in a strong position now and had to keep it that way.

I walked up to the glass and my mind was filled with the images of him watching me do unspeakable things for Moretti, and the savage beating I received from the three boys. I was not about to be his zoo pet any longer. I put my fingers on the glass and dug my nails in. I began to walk along, dragging my nails as splinters of glass fell to the floor in my wake. I planned to scar the glass so badly that he could not see in, but with my x-ray vision I would see him as clear as if the glass was never there.

I looked at my scratches and saw that they blocked visibility nicely. Using super speed and flight I sped around the glass ripping at it and marring it until it was nothing but foggy and useless. It was almost fun destroying something after all I had been through. I was remaining as calm as I could, reassuring myself I had the upper hand this round. I had no time to be angry about the things that had took place, there would be time for that later. I had played my hand and all that was left was to sit and wait for the Huntsman to return. When he did I would be ready for him.

I sat on the floor and meditated for some time before I heard a door latch open. I opened my eyes and x-rayed through the glass. On the other side the Huntsman had just returned. He was fumbling around in the dark for the light switch and he was all alone. There was not a hostage in sight. The lights flicked on in my cell and I watched the Huntsman stare at the glass with disbelief. He carefully walked towards his desk and looked around. I hoped he was nice and worried; he should be. He pressed something on his desk and I heard his voice fill my room.

"Supergirl you have been a really naughty girl. How do you expect our customers to see you through all of that mess?" he said. I could hear the fear hiding in his throat. I didn't respond to him.

"Supergirl, don't make me gas you again. Let's try to get along. It is going to be a long day." he said. The only way he and I were going to get along is if he gave up the hostages and put himself behind bars. I didn't reply once more.

He looked nice and worried on the other side of his desk. His fingers tapped along its surface and I knew he had few options left, but to release whatever security systems he had engaged and flood me with gas. He had a nasty shock waiting for him.

"Ok Supergirl, I hoped it wouldn't come to this..." he said. A moment passed and then I heard the four pipes behind me try and release his toxic gas. The screeched and howled as my welding held them in place. I smiled as I rose to my feet. The Huntsman had played his final hand and was all mine. I lunged forward into a super speed assault on the glass and with one powerful thrust it exploded outward sending shards hurling in the air like bullets. The Huntsman flew from his chair and landed behind his desk. I stood in the gaping hole and my freedom called out to me. The little broken man struggled to lift himself up over the desk. His fearful eyes looked at me and I took my first step of freedom from beyond my cell.

I walked towards him feeling rage build up in me, but I choked it down the best I could. I would not show him how much he had hurt me. I would snow him no shame. I looked down at him and he cowered behind his desk, covered in glass.

"Where are the hostages Huntsman?" I said, sounding as intimidating as I could. He shook at my words, and then gave me a little grin.

"They are with my men, waiting for my return. Should I not, they will be executed immediately." he said.

Lies.

My eyes began to feel hot and I wanted to blast the little man into a billion pieces. I knew I couldn't though; it was not my way, but it didn't hurt that he looked as if I might.

"Where... are... they, Huntsman?" I growled at him.

"I-I told you." he said, stuttering.

His pathetic attempt to trick me only fed my furry. I didn't wish to play any more games. I was going to free the hostage and throw him in jail, before I hunted down all the bastards that tortured me in my cell.

I ripped the Huntsman off the floor and shot up through the ceiling, smashing anything in my way. Soon the early morning air hit my face and I knew I was finally out of that horrible prison. The sun was just rising in the distance and it felt good on my skin. We stopped high above the city and I held the hunts man close, looking him dead in the eyes.

"Last chance Huntsman. Where are Erik and Mary?" I demanded.

I could smell his fear as scanned me with his eyes. I didn't think he believed I would let him fall to his death; though it was an enticing option, I knew I wouldn't either. I had to make him think I was crazy enough to do it, so I let him slip out of my hand and I watched him tumble downward shrinking as he fell. His scream of fear told me that he was now believing that I was not going to save him. He disserved to die for what he did to me, but I still needed him and I wasn't about to become the villain that he was. I shot downward catching up with him in a second flat. His body fell into my arms and I raced back up into the air. All I could think about is how frightened the hostages were and if they were in some sort of tormented cell themselves. I stopped and looked at him one last time. If he didn't tell me this time, I was going to have to search for them on my own.

"Huntsman, I don't mean to catch you the next time. If you don't tell me where the hostages are, I will be back inside that building looking for them before you reach the earth." I said, and hoped he would believe me this time.

"They are in the basement!" he cried, looking like a scared little child in my arms.

He was a tricky little fiend and I ha every right to doubt the things he said, but it was the only answer I was going to get from him. I darted down to the rooftop we had blasted from and dropped him on the ground. He tried to crawl way, holding his bloody leg, as I ripped pips free from the buildings edge. I took the pipe and bent it around is body as if they were rope. He squirmed, but could not break free and I leaped into the air, spun around, and shot back down into the hole.

I didn't stop at the prison room I had been trapped in, instead I busted through every floor on my way down towards the basement. I didn't see a single person on any of the floors, which surprised me. I figured the place had been crawling with Moretti's goons. I scanned up ahead as I crashed through each floor using my x-ray vision to see what I was coming to next. Once I got to the last floor I noticed the basement had been lined with lead also. I came to a full stop and landed on the ground of the first floor. I was not about to crash through lead only to land into another kryptonite trap.

The elevator was not far from where I stood so I flew over to it. My hands bent through the metal and I ripped the doors open. The elevator was stopped several floors above me which only meant I didn't have to break through it on my way down to the basement. I jumped into the hole and let myself fall until I met the basement elevator door. I had no idea what waited for me on the other side, but if the hostages were in fact in there they were going to need my help to escape. I put my hands on the door and pushed them in. They bent out of my way and I entered the basement. It was quiet, wet, and dim. Florescent lights lined the ceiling of the vast concrete room. Pillars staggered around the room supporting the level above and not even fifty feet from me the hostages sat. They were still in the white jumpsuits they had been wearing earlier, cloth draped over their faces, and alive.

I took a few steps forward and looked carefully. The pillars were wrapped in lead as well and I felt a pit in my stomach. There most certainly was another trap waiting for me down here, but I had yet to imagine what it would be. The hostages made moans and muffled please as the struggled in their bindings. I wanted to dash over to them, but I knew that could be a fatal mistake. I slowly walked up to them and nothing had sprung out at me, shot at me, or otherwise interfered with my path. They were now at my feet and all I had to do was scoop them in my arms and blast up through the ceiling towards freedom.

A voice sounded from behind me.

"Hello Kara, we meet at last." the voice hissed.

I spun around to see a man standing behind me in a black robe with the hood drawn over his head. I was surprised I didn't hear him approach behind me and more importantly how did he know my real name?

"Who are you?" I demanded.

He ignored my question and continued, "I have been expecting you, though you are a bit late. What kept you?"

"Look whatever game you are trying to play, I will have no part in it. Me and the hostages are leaving." I said, readying my stance for confrontation as I stood between the cloaked man and the hostages.

"I don't care for the hostages, they can go, but you are not leaving." the man hissed from under his hood.

I scanned his person and he didn't have any weapons, yet something seemed strangely dangerous about him. Whoever he was he was not keeping me or the hostages any longer.

"We will see about that!" I shouted and then charged him.

I flew at him with super speed ready to capture him in my arms but before I could reach him, he shot forward matching my speed and his hand wrapped around my throat. He was unbelievably strong and I felt my airway being blocked by his grip. My hands reached up to try and free myself as he swung me around and hurled me across the room.

My back met with one of the pillars and it crumbled as I went through it. I felt my cape rip free of my back and I rolled across the floor. From my stomach I looked up at the cloaked man and he drew back the hood of his robes. A young man with jet black hair looked down at me with his crystal blue eyes and he smiled.

"Oh Kara, I have been looking forward to meeting you for a long time. You may call me Zar-Lo. You do not know me, but your uncle knew my father. Perhaps you have heard of Lord Zod?"

I looked up at him and the name did not ring a bell, but one thing was for certain, this man was from my home world and he knew more about me than I did about him.


The end

Coming soon...

"Supergirl and the Son of Zod"

[ksire_99]

Nice job! What does the son of Zod want with poor Supergirl? Perhaps some kneeling is in her future

[DrDominator9]

Really enjoyed this story. And the cliffhanger ending makes me wonder if there's a whole 'nother story coming or simply a kind of epilogue chapter. Either way, terrific work.

[L.M. Tracy]

Really enjoyed this story. And the cliffhanger ending makes me wonder if there's a whole 'nother story coming or simply a kind of epilogue chapter. Either way, terrific work.

Thank you guys! I am glad you enjoyed the story.

Yes Dr. D I plan on starting the next "book" in my Supergirl series soon. I have been having a horrible batch of headaches the past few days and it has become difficult to write. I forced myself to finish this story while the idea was still fresh and I am happy that you all found it enjoyable!