The Ultimate Superheroines Forum

Chapter 1

Supergirl paused for a moment, hiding herself behind one of the large stacked containers in the shipyard and looked down at the activity below her. Dozens of men scrambling around two large open cargo boxes. A flash of light beamed from inside one of the open containers and the roar of an engine could be heard. Suddenly a gleam of steel emerged from inside, beaming in the moonlight, the Bugatti Veyron rolled from inside out into the open air.

Supergirl immediately recognized it from the earlier police reports, not many 1.7 million dollar cars go missing without someone noticing; and she was almost willing to bet the other luxury and sports cars were sealed inside the other dozen boxes surrounding the men.

The young slender man in the valentine suit seemed to be the one in charge. He smiled broadly to a fat balding middle eastern gentleman who delighted in seeing he automobile.
“Just like I said.” The boy slid his hand down the smooth finish of the hood. “Nothing on Earth like it, and its yours at just above the asking price. As long as your transfer goes through, we’ll pack all of them onboard and have them delivered in three days.”

“Above asking price?” the man balked.
“Well, you have to purchase the history also.” The boy gleamed. “This was once the pride and joy of a certain prince off the coast. I dare say some supermodels panties are probably still stuck between the cushions of the backseat.”

“Yes, yes!”
The men laughed delightedly. The balding man examining the car impressively.
Supergirl could see the younger man’s face now clearly. She recognized him, Conner Kingsley, the son of one the world’s most successful merchant shipping magnets. Their family business, run by his older brother Donny and their father, took in more profit than some small countries. Last years revenue was well above the forty billion dollar mark….but she knew why he was here.

The tabloids had always painted Conner as the spoiled kid in the family. He refused to go into the business with his father and rather favored spending the family’s wealth at several clubs and socialite parties. His father had remained silent when several of his sons sex tapes appeared suddenly on the internet, him and Paris, him and Angelina, him and Jessica, him with Gillian and Cecilia, he was certainly an embarrassment to the family. But dealing with stolen goods, she knew he wasn’t doing it for profit. His father had never once cut his funding….she knew he was instead doing it for the sheer thrill of it. Building his reputation among the stupid club kids and hoods that frequented the nightclubs that he constantly lived in. He was doing this only to show that he was “cool”, and maybe use his new “dangerous” reputation to subdue a few more models or keep his status as VIP in the newer clubs.

Unfortunately for him, Supergirl didn’t care, no one was above the law and all she could see was a thief…...




Chapter 2

“Very good…very good” the balding man smiled broadly as he opened his briefcase. Inside a miniature satellite computer clicked on and connected automatically. Using his stubby fingers he entered the codes, then logged into the Swiss National bank and accessed a pre-designated account.
“I’ll only need your account to make the transfer complete, the balance will follow in three days after we have the merchandise stored…agreed?”
Conner smiled broadly pulling a small slip of paper from his inside suit pocket.

“That’ll be a lot of help to a lot of charities……” A woman’s voice startled them suddenly. Panic stricken they looked around for the source only to be dumbfounded as they saw the hovering form of Supergirl flying in above them. She floated downward towards the group, her short red skirt and cape flapping and flowing through the breeze of her decent, the light of the full moon bounced off the satin finish of her shining blue top, its snug fit gripped her body perfectly, the light reflections following her curvaceous plump breast and the blazing ‘S’ on her chest made a grand statement. Her high heeled red boots gently touched the ground as the men surrounded her. She stood in center of them, unafraid, her shapely legs slightly parted, ready for anything they could throw at her.
She faced the two men. The boy Conner looked even younger up close now, his trendy blonde hair long on one side of his face that cut just above his blue eyes. The middle eastern man looked in total disarray. His hands visibly shook and he blurted out a phrase in his language.

“Don’t act so innocent.” Supergirl replied in Arabic to his astonishment. “You’re all under arrest, lets not make this harder than it has to be.” She said to the others.
“Supergirl,” Conner flashed his charming smile as he reached inside his coat pocket and withdrew an expensive looking leather wallet. “I’m sure we can overlook this little encounter…lets say a hundred thousand and you forget this meeting?”
Supergirl only glared at him.
“Ok, ok fine. I was trying to low ball you but I can see you’re a good negotiator so how about five hundred….” He saw no change in her expression. “…er one million?”
“You cant buy your way of this one Kingsley.” She said sternly.
“Ok, ok. You got me…I’ll go as high as ten million.” He started writing the check. “And you want this just for cash right?”
Supergirl snatched the pad from his hand and ripped it into pieces.
“Don’t be stupid. Don’t waste your money on me, you’re going to need it for a good lawyer.”

The boy watched dazed as his checks floated to the ground in pieces. She could hear his heart pounding in his chest, his blood rushing, this was a situation he couldn’t buy his way out of.
“Well Supergirl, how about one of these beautiful autos…you cant fly everywhere right?” He smiled nervously. “I have the keys for this one right here.” He reached inside his pocket again but instead of the keys he withdrew a silver plated automatic and fired shots at the unmoving Supergirl.
The bullets slammed against her and then ricocheted in every direction, never penetrating her.

“What the hell are you doing!” the other men yelled as they dodged the flying bullets.

Conner gritted his teeth in anger and turned to run. The men surrounding Supergirl rushed her. She easily slapped the first away with the back of her hand, slapping him so hard he fell immediately to the ground. Another grabbed her from behind in a bear hug as the portly Middle Eastern buyer grabbed his briefcase and fled in the opposite direction.
Supergirl flipped the man behind her, taking him by the arm and sending him crashing into the fleeing buyer. Both hitting the hard ground and destroying the case. She turned and whipped her leg around another, kicking him into the open container. In one mighty burst she flew at them all, picking up one after another and throwing them inside the ship container. She grabbed the others, including the fat buyer and tossed them in as well. Closing the doors, she pulled the locks and snapped them shut.
“This should hold you.” She shouted to the pounding of fist inside and the yells of obscenities.
She jumped upward and spotted the boy. He was just at his car fumbling madly for his keys. Like a bolt of lightning she zoomed at him.
“Going somewhere?” She pulled the keys from him.
“You fucking bitch!” He drove his fist into her stomach and Supergirl doubled over in pain, shocked at how strong the boy was. “You’re not taking me in!!’ he nailed her again slamming his fist into her shoulder.
Supergirl buckled, taken totally by surprise at this power but pulled herself together. She jumped at him, slamming her own fist into his chin, then pummeling him with three quick punches and a finishing kick. The boy fell, breathing hard as sweat poured over him. She picked him up and pushed him over the front of his car, pinning him down, she took his hands behind his back.

“Do you know who I am! Do you know what my father’s going to do to you when he finds out? Your dead bitch, you’re dead!! Let me go!”
“Quiet down.” Supergirl slammed his handsome face against the hood. She reached around into his jacket. “Mind if I use your cell?”

The boy screamed in anger as she flipped open his phone and dialed the number for the police. “You and your gang are going away for a long time, maybe this will straighten you out, maybe your father will thank me.” She clicked the phone, telling them where she was and what was going on, she then ended the call and tossed his phone over her shoulder.
“You fucking super freaks think you’re the boss….just wait…just wait, you have no idea how powerful i am.” He spat.

“Wow, I heard you were better than this on a first date.” Supergirl teased as she pinned him. “Come on, charm me like you do those movie stars until the police get here….after all, this is our first date, haha.”



Chapter 3

Athena placed her tea on the table and picked up the remote for the slim display hanging on her wall. The black screen beeped and the local news appeared onscreen. It was Jim Folley, one of the networks most sensational anchors who whored publicity and was at his best when what he called award winning stories broke. The silver haired man was talking in a calming but direct way into the camera as if he had life threatening news that everyone had to take notice of. Athena increased the volume….

“…..just minutes ago from the steps of the city courthouse, Jim Zimmer, head lawyer for the Kingsley family has filed charges against Supergirl…..”

“What?” Athena’s mouth curled into a smile as if someone was playing a well involved joke on her.

“…..the paperwork filed today accuses Supergirl, the city’s most powerful and well know superheroine, with false arrest, assault, kidnapping and attempted murder…..”

“Attempted Murder??! This has got to be a joke!” Athena’s brow furrowed as she felt a bit dizzy. She wobbled a bit, and heard Ada’s voice still on the other end of the phone.

“Its ridiculous isn’t it Athena?” the girl on the phone laughed. “This is all the Kingsley’s trying to spin things in their favor because of that troublesome brother that got busted last night.”

Athena muttered agreeably as the scene on the television switched to a podium where the Kingsley’s lawyer was about to make a formal statement in front of dozens of members of the press, along side of him was the chief of police with a noticeable disapproving look on his face. Athena felt her head swimming as if she were actually in some bad dream.

“The city has had enough from this super powered, vigilante in short sexually provocative skimpy clothing!” The lawyer started as the crowd booed from all sides of him. “We have uncovered the true Supergirl that has been hidden away from the public, the evidence is here, and we are determined to see her brought to justice and her actions punished!” He turned and faced the chief.

Athena’s eyes fluttered, the walls around her seemed to be moving on their own, she wasn’t sure she was awake truly….it all seemed surreal.

The chief angrily pushed the lawyer aside from the microphone and gripped the podium. His fist tight and knuckles white with rage as he spoke.

“It is my duty,” he paused bitterly, “to ask for the surrender of Supergirl no later than noon tomorrow at police headquarters to stand trial for these accusations. If she does not comply, we will consider her wanted and instructions to all enforcement agencies to arrest on site…..” The crowd behind the reporters shouted and booed louder.

Athena heard the last of the chief’s words as her eye lids closed and she collapsed backwards, falling into her sofa still dressed in her bath robe.
Ada’s voice echoed over the phone beside the passed out girl. “There’s no way they can make those charges stick, what nerve they have wasting Supergirl’s time like that….Athena? Athena are you there???


Black leather gloved hands clicked the 'end' button of the phone as two other men dressed similarly in black with face masks grabbed the sleeping girl by her shoulders and ankles, lifting her from the sofa.

The man holding her bare legs looked up the past the sleeping Athena's shapely legs, above her soft thighs and underneath the short white bathrobe. He nodded approvingly, surely smiling behind the mask, as they carried her limp form back into the bedroom. The third man hurried into the kitchen and poured the remainder of the tea into the sink……..



Chapter 4

Athena awoke suddenly; looking around puzzled she waited for her brain to catch up with what she was seeing. She looked down at herself, she was still dressed in her bath robe and lying on her sofa.

The television on her wall was still on but the press conference was over, only a scrolling emergency feed ran from left to right at the bottom of screen, recapping the top stories with ‘Supergirl wanted for questioning’ trailing along.

Suddenly she heard the door bell and a hurried pounding at the entrance. She stood, shaking her head a bit; something seemed a bit odd about her place. Athena looked around, but everything seemed in place, everything look usual in her apartment. She hurried to the door and opened it to find a worried Ada on the other end.

“Athena, are you ok??” she bolted in looking over her friend. “You wouldn’t answer over the phone and I rushed over to check on you. We were talking and then all of a sudden you weren’t there anymore.”

“Yeah I think I passed out or something.” Athena brushed her hair, trying to avoid the up close examination from her friend. “I’m fine now, really.” I thought crossed her mind. “How long ago was it we were talking?”

“About an hour ago.” Ada replied, “After I didn’t hear from you, I rushed over.”

Athena led her into the living room and Ada dropped her designer handbag and keys in the usual spot, noticing the uneaten toast still on the table she helped herself to a bite.

Athena sat on the couch for a moment, her head trying to piece together what had happened to her to cause her to suddenly pass out for an hour. She thought about the last things she had done, starting breakfast, the shower, the tea.

“The tea!” She thought suddenly. Had someone been inside her apartment and she hadn’t noticed? Did they dope her tea? She was so preoccupied with the news conference that it may have slipped right past her.”

“Ada, I…” she looked behind her but Ada wasn’t in the room. Athena rushed into the kitchen and saw her girlfriend had already made herself a cup of the tea. “Wait, don’t!” She pulled the cup from Ada’s mouth and drops of it spilled on the girls pressed white blouse.

“Hey! Calm down crazy!” Her friend brushed the stains on her shirt. “There’s plenty still left in the pot!”

Athena froze, watching Ada as she examined the stains. She was fine. Athena knew that any drug that would have knocked her out would have been extremely potent, just a sip would have taken Ada off her feet instantly.

“The tea is fine.” She said puzzled.
“Yeah, a little stronger than usual, and cold.” Ada laughed giving up on the now ruined piece of clothing. “Wow, you’re really stressed out today, I didn’t know you were such a big fan of Supergirls.” She teased.

“Oh no, that’s not it.” Athena laughed, noticing the stains on Ada ruined shirt almost made a happy face. “I guess the last few days of being up all night are just catching up to me. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s ok’” Ada shook her hands politely. “Its Jane’s, I’ll just return it to her now.” The two laughed. “but now I’m going to have to borrow something of yours, because I cant go shopping like this.”

“Shopping?” Athena had forgotten. “Oh yeah, sure. Help yourself, you know where my closet is.” She said as Ada began undoing the buttons on the stained shirt and headed towards Athena’s bedroom.

“Find something nice, just stay away from any of your other narcotic tea throwing friends while wearing my things!” she laughed, shouting behind her as Athena clicked to warm the tea.

“Hey, I didn’t know you had two closets!” Ada’s voice shouted from the bedroom. “What’s this little hidden one here for? Is this where you keep the good stuff from your friends?”

Athena’s eye grew wide and she bolted into the bedroom after her. Ada had discovered the hidden door at the back of her closet where she kept her Supergirl costume.

“How do you turn on the light in this one?” Ada called back just as Athena arrived.

“Here take this one, you’ve always admired it.” Athena tossed a radiant blue top over Ada’s head and pulled her from the closet.

“Hey!” Ada stumbled towards the bed pulling the shirt from over her head. “This one? Oh my god, I thought you’d never let me borrow this!”

Athena only heard a few of her words as she examined the opening of the secret closet. She peeked inside and clicked on the hidden light switch while Ada was pre occupied. She looked around the room, everything seemed in place. Had she just been so tired the night before that she didn’t close the door completely? How careless!

She pulled the hidden door shut and joined her friend again who was already wearing the small blue number.

‘A major sacrifice to keep my secret’ Athena thought as Ada modeled the top.
“So what do you keep in there?” Ada asked.

“Oh just some boxes and things, its like a storage space for things you don’t use, its very messy right now, I was just a little embarrassed.”

“Well I look killer!” Ada smiled. “Come on, put something on and let’s go. If we hurry we can probably see some of that wacko Kingsley kid’s release.”

“Release???!” Athena asked shocked.

“Yeah he made bail. 10 million dollars, which is like pocket change to them I guess.” Ada still admiring her form in the mirror. “They said he was going to speak just in front of the police station after his release. And get this; they’re not going to prosecute him until after they sort the Supergirl trial out. Isn’t that insane, I swear this city is turning into one big……”

“Ada, I just remembered I have a shoot this week out of country, I completely forgot, my assistant told me at the last minute.” Athena hurried her friend to the living room.

“You do?” Ada asked as she was being pushed.
“Yeah sorry, and I’m late to meet with the clients.”
“Oh no problem.” Ada grabbed her bag and keys and picked up the ragged remains of Jane’s top. “Ok, take care of yourself, don’t worry, I’ll find someone to shop with today.” She laughed heading to the front door. "And I’ll take good care of the top."

“It’s yours.” Athena replied as a giddy Ada closed the door behind her.



Chapter 5

In front of the police department a podium stood at the break point between the sets of stone steps leading into the building. Dozens of waiting cameramen and reporters holding small notepads in their hands surrounded scene as well as variety reporters from tabloid entertainment shows. Conner Kingsley crossed all lines, but these entertainment paparazzi seemingly followed his every move. In the past they had taken hundreds of photos of him, drunk after partying in the city’s hottest clubs, arriving with supermodels and famous actresses, even his gym activities had been well documented and the spike in the ratings from female viewers only fueled the producers desires. This latest brush with the law was a guaranteed boost as real life seemingly interfered with Conner’s playboy lifestyle.

To either side of the reports lines of police officers stood on the steps leading upwards to the entrance of the building. A blockade had been created to the rear of the reporters as protesters and supporters shouted and pushed at one another. Then just as promised the doors opened at the top and Conner along with his lawyer and the dismayed looking chief of police.

Bulbs flashed all around them as they made their way to the podium. Conner smiled broadly as he tossed his hair away from his brash face as his lawyer stepped up.

“Justice has finally been corrected and my client has been released!” The cameras zoomed in on them as Conner posed and smirked behind the man as cheers rose up from the crowd of young girls waving large signs reading “Free Conner” and “Conner not Convict!”

“The charges brought against my client” the microphone boomed from the lawyers words as the crowd listened intensely. “are totally false and he has been made the scapegoat by a notorious character who has hidden her true purposes behind a pretty smile and a suggestive costume so short, it itself should be illegal!”

“If and when this miscreant of justice dares to face the truth about her, we will prove that my client, Conner Kingsley.” Another cheer from the girls in school uniforms erupted. “Was no more than another of her victims to further her own popularity and personal gain!”

“Is that so?” a voice echoed though out the square as the lawyer looked around nervously in all directions. The cameras suddenly turned away from the men as the crowd gasped in excitement. A sudden electricity was in the air as the lines of policemen on the steps seemed to be at a heighten alert. The dozens of television cameras turned their lenses upward at the blue and red streak circling overhead. They followed her as she zipped around the to the back of the square and then in one burst, like a jet landing on a carrier, the dazzling form of Supergirl glided to the break point of the steps, just left of them.

The police officers rushed in, not to Supergirl, but to restrain the now overly excited media as cameras exploded like fireworks and every reporter screamed and thrust their personal recorders at her all at once.

Supergirl casually made her way to where the men were standing, the lawyer now sweating noticeably gulped hard as she faced him. His hands trembling as he removed a handkerchief from his pocket and mopped his brow then the stuttering man looked at her and then finally realized that she wanted the spot where he was to address the press and he clumsily moved to make room for her.

Her eyes met Conner’s and narrowed in suppressed anger. She wanted him to know she had no intention of letting this spoiled rich boy or any of his family go unpunished for breaking the law.

Conner’s handsome face sneered back at her, his icy blue eyes and stare made him look even more like a pouting child who was being disciplined. Supergirl turned her back to him to face the podium as Conner’s eyes dropped to examine her from behind, the large ‘S’ emblazed on her swaying red cape that cropped just above the tiny swaying skirt. He stared for a long time at the smallish skirt and how it shaped her was just long enough to barely cover her ass. He followed down to her shapely legs that gave way to the spiky red heeled leather boots. He swallowed harder than usual as his mind seemed to entertain thoughts about her but his lawyer nudged him and he was brought him back to the scene.
“Concentrate!” he whispered.

Supergirl smiled as the crowd cheered behind the press, waiting for their hero to finally speak out about the whole affair.

“Thank you, I just wanted to say that I will fully co-operate with this investigation. I have only sought to uphold the laws of this city and to use the power given to me to protect the innocent and weak from the corrupt and evil. I have no problem standing up to the accusations of these people and believe that my innocence will be validated!”

The crowd cheered again as Supergirl smiled and waved to her fans when suddenly she something cold and hard encircle one of her wrist.

“What?” She looked over to see Conner who was clamping handcuffs over her wrist.
“I’m glad to hear you are so fond of upholding the law Supergirl.” He smiled mischievously.
“What the hell are you doing?” Supergirl asked. “these cant hold me, you know!”

But to her surprise, she couldn’t break free of it. She felt confused and he only smiled as if he had somehow outsmarted her. She jerked at the cuffs, still unable to break the steel like she had done countless times before.

“It’s a special metal developed by one of my father’s companies, designed specifically for you Supergirl, its unbreakable and tempers your super powers just enough to do this!”

Conner wrestled her arms behind her back as Supergirl was pushed forward, her large breast being flatten against the top of the podium. She struggled, trying to use all of her strength, but for the first time ever, she wasn’t strong enough. The boy bent her over, crossing the costumed Supergirl’s wrist behind her back just above her cape and clicked on both cuffs. A blinding explosion of flashes burst from the cameras.

Behind the podium Conner smiled broadly, his eyes gleaming but every other second his look would cut away to the now exposed panties and ass of the bent over Supergirl. The short skirt he had admired earlier had become even shorter in this position and he was very much enjoying the view of her.

“What the hell is going on here?” the Chief shouted.
“I’m doing YOUR job!” Conner spat back as his lawyer jumped in front of the chief.
“We have a court order for the immediate arrest and holding of Supergirl due to her being a flight risk.”

“What? Flight risk?” the chief snatched the paperwork from the lawyer and began reading.

“Yes we have to take her in now or she could fly to the moon and no one would ever be able to touch her….the opportunity is now, and I have the rights to do it!”

Conner leaned over the stunned Supergirl and whispered in her ear.
“Remember I told you I was going to repay this feeling?”
The bent over and captured Supergirl blushed red with embarrassment as the reporters scream out headlines for tomorrows papers

“Conner captures Supergirl!”
“Supergirl press conference, press trap!”
“Supergirl brought in by playboy!”

Her teeth cinched together in anger, struggling against the cuffs as the boy’s hands held her arms in control. She looked down the steps as the schoolgirls cheered for their idol. How dare he do such a sensationalist thing like this in front of everyone, she had already agreed to this farce of a trial, but he wanted her to feel the same shame he felt of being arrested for the world to see.

Conner lifted Supergirl upward. The girl of steel stopped struggling, she took a breath. If this is what had to happen to clear her, she would endure it.

The lawyer again took the stand as Conner pulled Supergirl backwards from the front.
“Like I was telling the chief we have an immediate arrest for Supergirl signed by the Judge of the ……….”

Supergirl looked over to the chief who’s face was blank and helpless, then she felt something brushing against the back of her leg. Stroking her thigh and gliding along he soft smooth skin. She turned halfway to look behind her at the boy, but he seemingly only stared into the crowd, a slight smirk on his face.

She felt his hand move up behind her, hidden behind herself, and the lawyer now speaking to the crowd, and he lifted her skirt, his hands caressing her vulnerable ass, pulling at the ends of her panties.

‘Disgusting pervert!’ she thought.
“Stop it.’ She whispered trying not to draw any attention to his molesting her in front of everyone.




Chapter 6

Supergirl pulled at the cuffs again that bound her hands behind her back, it was true, the damping effect of the metal had weakened her. She stared out into the crowd of press as they snapped pics every now and then, mostly focusing on the long winded lawyer at the podium. She felt Conner’s hands on her ass, hidden from view. He tugged at the leg openings on her satin blue leotard beneath her skirt.

Supergirl felt helpless to stop him without making a scene that could cause her even more embarrassment. She clenched her teeth, disgusted by him….and then she felt his hands tracing the inside of the leg openings, moving over her hip and down in front of her.
“Gasp!” she almost cried out and tried to pull away from him but the boy steadied her, forcing her to the same spot. A few reporters in front turned their attention to her suddenly. Her heart raced and a cold sweat beaded down her back…she held her breath. The men had looked to her and Conner, trying to determine if they had seen some commotion from the corners of their eyes.

Conner stared straight forward at the back of his lawyer who was still talking, but Conner’s fingers were busy. Supergirl dared not look down, but she felt him inside her costume. His hand sliding down the flat of her belly and grazing over her soft bushy hairs and found her warm soft mound that he cupped with his palm. Supergirl tried to hide the sudden shiver, glancing quickly back at the reporters.

The men looked for a moment as she felt Conner’s fingers stroking her; a rush of excitement enveloped her with a sudden sweat. The men turned away, unaware, and focused again on the speaker.
Supergirl’s breath became a bit heavier and she heard him whispering gently behind her.

“Hmm, you’re tighter than the girls I usually finger...but who isn’t tighter than Paris.” He laughed silently as his fingers massaged her beneath her skirt, stroking her helpless clit, then teasing her with penetration.

Supergirl’s breath became fast, her head swirled with thoughts of people discovering them, outraged that such a thing was going on right in front of hundreds of people and dozens of cameras. And to her shock the lawyer was done speaking. He turned away from the stand and his gaze fell towards her. His eyes met hers and then Conner’s, then fell down to where he saw Conner’s arm going under her skirt, and the imprint of his hand inside the crotch of her leotard, circling her as stains of wetness darkened the light blue satin.

Supergirl’s face blistered red, her heart seemed to stop.
The man looked up at Conner again who seemed unconcerned with a mischievous smile. The lawyer turned his back on Supergirl and cleared his throat as if he hand not seen anything unusual, but he did move himself in front of her, deliberately hiding the scene.

“mmmff..” Supergirl’s legs buckled a bit, she could feel the warm wetness he was forcing from her, as much as she tried her pussy was getting wetter. She could only think of the countless times he had done this to those famous girls in clubs, he seemed to know exactly the spots that would arouse her, he teased her and used her own juices to enhance the sensation and glide easier on her.

“You thought he would save you?” he whispered to her as now the Chief was taking questions from the podium, unaware of the activities behind him. “He’s on the payroll, he’s going to do anything to protect his client…no matter what.”
"This is just the tip of it Supergirl," He pushed her faster. "I'm going to destroy you, bitch." He suddenly pulled at her hairs painfully as she silently grimaced in pain.
"I'm going to take your fame away from you, and make you suck my cock in front of the whole world like the little slut you are." He penetrated her, wedging the leotart tight into her ass in the process.

"When I'm done, you're just going to be another celebrity slut I've thrown away."

"Never." she whispered under her breath.

Supergirl’s chest was heavng fast, she closed her eyes tight for a moment as he penetrated her and then opened again, trying to resist the urges inside of her, trying to make the scene seem normal as eyes were still darting from her to the chief. She was still the center of their attention, being fucked right in front of them all. She looked down past the press and into the crowd and her eyes grew wide with horror.

There was Ada and Jane in the audience. Like so many spectators they had stopped suddenly to see what was happening.

Supergirl shuttered again, a build up rising between her legs as he gripped her bound hands behind her. She looked again at the two women as they stared at her.

‘Oh my god…what if they recognize me? What if these cuffs weaken the spell that hides my identity?’ She thought struggling again but her body suddenly stiffened as he pumped her, circling her clit, the strip of blue satin of her costume between her legs was now completely soaked and she dripped uncontrollably now. Her legs trembled and she saw the two girls below take a step forward for a better look.

“…a fair and just trial.” The chief finished his speech.
Supergirl felt a sudden burst and release as she came in his hand.
“Just like all the others.” Conner laughed as her face turned red with humiliation.

The boy pulled away from her as the chief turned.
“I’m sorry Supergirl, we’ll have to keep you until the trial.”
Supergirl only nodded, her head down, unable to make eye contact.

“Good man chief.” Conner smiled as he took the chiefs hand and shook it.

“Once this is over, we’ll be putting the real criminals in jail.” The chief spat back as Conner laughed leaving with his lawyer.

The chief looked down at his hand that was now seemingly covered in something slick and sticky, something that had been on the boy’s hand. He examined it, clear and sticky it clung in small streams from one finger to the other. He sniffed at it as Supergirl held back tears; she turned away suddenly, her heart beating rapidly and her body trembling in shame.

“Take her to get processed.” He ordered a deputy, noticing the smooth wet glaze now on Supergirl’s inner thighs as they led her inside. He looked back at his own hand and then down to the smiling socialite as he entered a waiting limo and sped away.




Chapter 7

Supergirl was led into the custody of the police department. As she was walked through the same hallways where many of the criminals she had arrested, on either side of her the officers seemed to stop in their tracks as the spectacle of the girl in the tiny red miniskirt and flowing cape was led past them. Many had never seen her up close before and were surprised at the youth and beauty of the girl, she looked to many of them like a typical teen girl dressed in the short outfit...she could easily have been a schoolgirl as her alter ego or a model they had seen and never known her secret.

Supergirl only looked straight ahead, her fist clenched behind her, a tamed anger rising inside her as she reviewed the accounts that had happened at the press conference in her mind.

How ironic and unjust it was that instead of the son of a powerful shipping tycoon being taken as a prisoner, it was her, Supergirl, the world’s top superheroine. The guilty was free and she, the powerful icon of justice was being led away by the same people she had helped and defended. Money had both bought his freedom and taken away hers…but inside she was confident that the truth would come through, no matter how much money they had….they couldn’t buy the truth.

As the long gliding legs of Supergirl passed by, her red heeled boots clicking on the hard floor, a group of three plain clothes inspectors glared at her in the cuffs. They watched as the miniskirted young girl was led past them.

“Its about time someone got the costumed clowns off the streets.” One spat as she walked past.

“Hey Johnny go easy,” another said. “Look at those legs…I may want a date later!” The three men burst into laughter as she passed them by.

Supergirl threw a mean look back at the laughing trio, she knew them well. Not all police officers were happy to see superheroes, some felt threaten by them, they felt that the heroes were troublemakers, they thought only cops should be able to handle the law and that the superheroes and the heroines especially were nothing more than publicity whores.

Supergirl wondered how long the three would last against the truly insane supervillains that occasionally turned up from the city’s sewers. The idiots had no idea how many cops lives she had saved from those maniacs, they wouldn’t have lasted long against that level of evil.
“Hahaha…enjoy your stay, sweets!”

She tried hard to ignore them but the deputy escorting her had suddenly stopped, undoing the cuffs that held her wrist behind her. Supergirl rubbed her wrist as a woman appeared in front of her.

“Right here,please…um…Supergirl” The timid voice of the girl sounded regretful and ashamed. Supergirl had seen this room before, the camera and the height chart behind her, its where they took the pictures of all the criminals who were arrested.

“Just there please.” The timid woman pointed Supergirl to the regular spot as she checked the camera. The girl of steel, America’s most proud superheroine felt mordified for being put in this position but she did as she was asked when she noticed the three men in the next room who had a view of her through the large plexi-glass window.

“Take one like this for me!” the dark haired man shouted as he mocked a pose against the wall featured his rear.

The girl snapped the first shot as Supergirl’s blood boiled, she turned to the side for the second shot, hearing the rowdy detectives in the next room shouting out request to lift her skirt or pose sexily.
The second flash.

“That’s it” The girl said not even making eye contact with Supergirl, she seemed even more embarrassed by her fellow officers.
“Sorry Supergirl.” The second deputy took her wrist again and locked the cuffs in place.

“Not yet.” The men suddenly entered the room. “You officers are dismissed, we’ll finish the booking.”

“But the chief…”

“Look, we out rank you, get out! We’ll take Supergirl to her room once we finished the booking.” The men stared down her escort until he and the timid woman exited the room.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Supergirl asked enraged. “I’m allowing this only to clear my name, I could rip you apart where you stand.”

“Then lets see you do it.” The man pushed her back against the wall and pinned her.

They had seen right through Supergirl’s bluff. They knew the cuffs dampened her powers to where she was too weak to break free.

“Ok, I know how to work this thing,” One of them said clicking switches on the camera, “lets see some nice Christmas card shots!”

The other two men smiled, posing on either side of the cuffed Supergirl as the flash went off.

“The chief is going to be furious…do you want to lose your jobs? This is illegal!”

“Nope, we’re just taking a few extra pictures in case the first ones get lost or something, that’s all.”

“No, stop!” Supergirl protested as both men on either side of her took hold of her skirt and slowly lifted it up her legs. The camera flashed again and again as she struggled against them, unable to break free.

“Get away from me!” she elbowed them causing one to fall backwards.
“Bitch!” the man jumped to his feet and landed a belly punch that took the wind out of Supergirl in her weak state. She coughed, doubled over in pain, unable to defend herself.

“Looks like we got an unruly prisoner.” The man pulled her up again, getting a grip on her skirt once more.

“Oh my god, hehe.” The man behind the camera laughed. “Looks like she had some fun before coming here.”

The two men on the side of Supergirl looked down at raised skirt that now exposed the triangular split of her leotard between her legs. The smooth silken powder blue of the panties gave way to a darker stained wetness between her legs, the wet fabric clung so tight against her plump mound that the hairs beneath imprinted beneath the material. Her mind flashed back to the press conference and the boy fondling her in front of the gathered crowd.

“Let me go you bastards!” Supergirl shouted trying to pull away as her face burned red.

“Did she piss herself?”

“No idiot, looks like she got all wet from being taken in.” Another smiled. “I’ve seen freaks like this before, getting all excited because they’re tied up and in custody, it’s a turn on for them.”

“What? Are you crazy, that’s not it at all!” Supergirl protested.

“Probably got all hot when the cuffs went on, powerful girl like her now a prisoner. I knew all these super types are some kind of freaks.”

“No! You’re all idiots!” Supergirl screamed but she did remember when Conner had forced her over and cuffed her in front of the crowd, a small tingle of sensation inside of her, a thrill of having someone taking her so easily and so clever seemed to excite her senses…maybe, she thought, that could have been why she was so easy to bring to climax.

“No, no.” she said out loud shaking her head as if throwing off the idea.
The men ignored her, liking their explanation better as they pulled the skirt all the way up, then pushing her face against the wall. Supergirl squirmed in the cuffs.

‘How could they!’ she wondered about the men taking the pics. ‘All the help I’ve given them! How could they do this to me?’

She felt them behind her, lifting the skirt as the cool breeze in the room rushed between her legs and she felt the gliding of the silk of her cape and skirt brush upward, exposing her ass.

“Oh very nice.” She couldn’t see which one had now grabbed a hand full of her ass. “these superheroine do have nice bodies!”

The men examined her exposed ass, posing for another picture. Supergirl gritted her teeth as she felt the hands caressing her.

“Carter, Louis, Jenkins!” a bellowing voice now echoed in the room.

Supergirl felt the men suddenly dash away from her, she turned to see the chief with the deputy who had escorted her enter the room.
“Chief…um..we were just…..”

“In my office now!” He trembled with anger. “Supergirl, I’m sorry for my men’s behavior. Remove the cuffs.” He directed the deputy.

“The mayor has personally appointed you a lawyer, he’ll be here in the morning. I trust that you will return then and be very discrete about your release tonight.”

Supergirl looked up as the Chief walked out. She had heard the court order that Conner’s lawyer had read, they were required to have her until the trial….but it seemed the Chief still had some rebellious ideas against this sham case…or maybe he was just trying to repay her for the countless times she had saved the city.

In any case she was grateful for the opportunity to return home and freshen up, she wouldn’t betray his trust.



Chapter 8

Athena awoke early the next morning, determined to do some of her own investigating before she returned to the station. She hurried from the shower and accessed the hidden door behind her closet. The wall opened and inside was several of her costumes and other gadgets she had found useful in her crime fighting career. A small vanity and mirror suddenly lit up once the door was fully retracted. To her right were several wigs lined along a shelf, below that hung uniforms and various costumes. On the vanity sat drawers of makeup and foam latex with skin charts and detail pencils. Athena turned her back to these items and removed one of the familiar satin blue and red Supergirl costumes that hung from opposite end. After all this time, she still felt the slight shutter of excitement when removing the short sexy skirt and top from its resting spot. She grabbed a pair of the red high heeled boots, her belt, and tossed her cape over her arm, turned and stopped.
She turned back to the room. Her eyes moved along the entire area, looking for something she couldn’t explain. Something was different, something inside was out of place or strange but she couldn’t place what it was.
“I must be loosing it.” She told herself still eyeing the room until the door finally closed. Athena brought herself back to the work at hand. She slipped into her costume and quickly forgot about the weird vibe in the closet. Her thoughts turned back to Conner, the overbearing wealthy gigolo that had somehow manage to entwine her in this mess.
She knew his reputation of being a thrill seeking socialite well, the rich kid who thought he could do whatever he please. Run a multi-million dollar car ring just to brag about it before laying claim to some impressed hotel chain princess. But something didn’t add up. Even with the funds he siphoned off his family, if even that still existed, how could he have had the connections to persuade a federal judge to issue the arrest of Supergirl??
There was something bigger here, or someone bigger. She doubted the snotty playboy could have plotted this by himself. She wondered if he was involved with a much larger chain, or crime organization. She knew that these syndicates loved celebrities for their access to things and places normal people didn’t have …and for their naivety.
‘Spoiled pervert.’ She thought as she made her way to the balcony and leaped into the early morning sky.
She headed for the outskirts of town, away from the steel buildings and down into the suburbs where homes lined the streets. Even in the early morning, she carefully flew over the homes, careful to stay out of site. In the city, if passers by saw her, it may cause a stir, but here in the suburbs seeing Supergirl soaring overhead could cause a panic.
She slipped over the rooftops and past treetops finally coming upon a modest brick home at the end of one of the streets. She rounded over the top of it and gently landed on the roof next to the chimney. Supergirl’s hand slid to the back of the chimney and removed a rectangular metal piece, painted to perfectly match the bricks of the smoke stack. She smiled then landed quietly along the side of the house.
She glanced around then walked towards the back of it where a window peeked out at ground level. She peered inside, then tapped on the glass.
Inside was a portly man wearing red rimmed glasses, sitting at a computer. Her tapping had gone completely unnoticed as his headphones blared loudly with the sounds of the video game he was intensely playing. His body jerked and rolled as his character fired on aliens on the large screen in front of him, totally unaware of his visitor. Supergirl sighed, rolling her eyes and then slowly focused her eyes on his bottom.
A small red beam of light pin holed through the windows and found its mark. She was careful not to make it too powerful but the message was sent as the chubby man jumped from his seat holding his bottom.
“Who’s there? Who is it?!” He jumped around excitedly, the headphone now pulled free of the computer but still cupping both his ears. Then he saw her at the window.
“Supergirl?” his voice raised and he swallowed hard. He hurried to the window and lifted it wide. “I’m clean Supergirl…really…I haven’t done nothing for a long time…” he babbled.
“I’m not here for you.” She whispered. “well, I am but I need your assistance in a matter. Can I come in?”
“Um….” His eyes looked up at her and over her body, crotched at the windows. “You need help Supergirl?” he said “Is this something to do with that Kingsley thing? You know I saw them take you to jail on the television…you had this kinda funny look on you face and ….”
“Albie!” Supergirl cut him of, not willing to re-live the memory and feeling slightly embarrassed. “Can I come in?”
“Well sure.” He smirked tossing his long hair from in front of his horrible red glasses. “But you’ll have to come through the window. If the front door opens my Mom will hear.”
Supergirl’s face froze in stunned silence.
“Really? Albie you’re 30 and living in your mother’s basement?”
“Hey!” he barked back, “I had a six million dollar summer home on the beach before you and the cops took everything away. I flew to Paris for breakfast and Tokyo for dinner in the same day!” He shouted in a loud whisper. “Now I cant even go to the supermarket without setting this thing off!”
He showed her a metal device around his ankle.
“With money you skimmed from hundreds of companies illegally.” Supergirl said. “But maybe if you help me clear up a few things, I wouldn’t mind putting in a good word for you with your case worker. Maybe even have that device reset where you can go to the market or even farther…”
“Don’t bother.” He snorted, laughing. “I already jimmied it.” He folded his arms and exhaled. “Come on in, I could always use some good referrals that may take some time off my house arrest. That is if YOUR name is still good… and I’m serious, you’re going to have to come through the window, Mom doesn’t like visitors this late or early”
Supergirl silently kicked herself but she was sure he could help. She fell to the ground and slid backwards inside the window where Albie watch her climbing inside with a wide grin on his face. His head turning slightly to the right, as he glancing under her upturned skirt. His eyes grew wide as he ogling the view between her legs. He watched delighted as she slipped inside the room, her body sliding down the wall as her costume pulled and rode up her tight body.
“This is ridiculous. I feel like a teenager sneaking in.”
“Why? You wanna make out?”
Supergirl choked back the vomit that welled inside her throat. “Um, no. But I wonder if you still have your talent with hacking into systems?”
“Of course I do but if that’s what you’ve come here for I cant help you. Under the conditions of my probation I’m not allowed to have any sort of communication device connected to my computer. The FBI monitors all our telephone lines and any signals in the area. And here in the suburbs we can’t even get cable…so sorry Supergirl, looks like you made this trip for nothing.”
“And what about the antenna up top, painted to look like the roof?”
The pudgy man stopped for a moment. She could tell his mind was working on some believable explanation but all he could come up with was…”
“Bird feeder?”
“Looks more like a Russian made KA27-Ux uplink to me.” Supergirl said and the man looked at her with a certain admiration. “It usually links directly to a satellite in space using an untraceable raw signal, highly encrypted and almost completely undetectable. It’s what the deep cover Russian spy’s use. You aren’t a spy are you Albie? That would mean real trouble.”
“NO.” the man blurted out. “Wow legs, you really are something. What do you need help with?” He smiled broadly moving distinctly towards her but was stopped suddenly by her unmoving hand.
“Um...I need to check some financial records of a judge, any contribution made that would go directly to him, or any company or supposed charity he may have.” She pushed him down in his chair and rolled him to the computer. The man clicked on the screen and flipped a hidden button just below the desk. At once the computer lit up and several windows popped up. Supergirl watched as dozens of pieces of information flashed on the screen. The chubby boy’s fingers seem to be going at lightning speed, even with her supervision she could barely keep up. He pounded away at the keyboard only taking a hand off now and then to adjust his bright red rimmed glasses and sip form a large cup.
“Oh yeah, yeah…I see…oh that’s clever…” he mumbled.
“What is it? Did you find something?” Supergirl asked as the screen suddenly went black. Her eyes darted back and forward waiting for something. “What happened Albie? Did you blow out something?”
She turned and looked at the boy who was now leaned back reclining in his chair sipping form the large cup and smirking at her.
“You were right Supergirl, this guy is dirty.”
“I thought so.” She said watching the boy, waiting. “Can you show me then? Maybe print me up some of the documents?”
‘Something is up with him.’ She thought.
“I could Supergirl, but first we’re going to have to give me some incentive…”
“What?”
“Yeah you see, I’m going to need something to motivate me…maybe if you removed something it would help me focus better…maybe stripping off some of that tight costume, hmmm?”he slurped.
“Strip??? Are you insane?” Supergirl said.
“No?” Albie clicked a switch and shut down the monitor. “Then we have nothing more to discuss. I only hope you fair well in prison.”
Supergirl’s blood boiled. How dare this fat geek take this type of advantage of her!
“I should pound you into pudding just for suggesting such a thing!”
“Go ahead.” Albie pretended to ignore her. “When the police come, I will be forced to tell them what went on here…how you forced me to break into federal sites.”
“Alright!” Supergirl growled. “But if you mention this to anyone…ANYONE…I will drop you off in the polar ice caps in your underwear! Got it?!!”
Albie nodded his head quickly, switching the monitor back on and watching as Supergirl looked around the room. She checked to see if they were alone then undid her cape and brushed it aside.
“Well, it’s a start, hmmm…” His fingers again began to race on the keyboard. “Here’s your judges financial portfolio, he has a number of bank accounts, stocks and he’s the founder of a charity. A very successful charity of which he draws a salary complete with bonuses. His largest contribution yet came just a day before you were arrested. Twenty-five million dollars claimed tax free from this company right here.”
The screen went black again.
“What company?” she looked at him and then sighed angrily. Supergirl stood up from her crotched position over his shoulder and unzipped her boot, sliding it off her shapely leg and tossing it next to her cape.
The screen erupted again.
“The company is a publically owned and just a front for a larger company. A kind of tax write off and something to funnel money through like a slush fund. The donation was actually made in check form from this company but an earlier record on their accounting books show a cash income from investment, that’s so there is no ones name on a check or no way it can be traced back.
“So it goes cold there?”
“Not really. People don’t just withdraw twenty-five million in cash everyday from a bank. Using a search I designed I can access every bank in the world and find which one matches that amount and the serial numbers on the dollars.”
Supergirl was impressed. Her eyes watched as the screen flickered and then went black again.
“GGRRRR…you little creep!” Supergirl quickly unzipped her other boot and tossed it into the pile of discarded items.
“Hmmm…we’re getting there.” He smiled looking up and down at the barefoot superheroine beside him as the screen blipped on again. “Of course these guys are professionals and they withdrew from separate banks, but we can match large deposits from hundreds of banks to piece together the entire withdrawal and find what company or what individual had access to that amount of cash.
“If we match up these eight withdrawals and cross reference the point of withdrawal we come up with twenty-five million all funnel to a bank in Washington. The screen disappeared again.
Supergirl stood up again and looked down at her shrinking costume.
“There had better be an end coming soon.” She huffed as she unclipped the yellow belt from her waist and tossed it on top of the other pieces.
The screen flickered on again and Albie’s eyes looked her over with a smirk.
“The Washington Trust files are right here, where the bills were verified and released to a secured courier.” His fingers clicked faster on the keyboard. “If we access the courier company’s files we can ID their client list and check their schedules that they have to file with the Feds. The courier was Thomas Kinkaid…”
“Who cares who he is, where was he taking it to??” Supergirl said a bit agitated looking down at the remaining articles of clothing she had to bargain with.
“Well,” Albie looked a bit put off for being interrupted, “his schedule shows delivering at this address….”
Supergirl’s heart sank as the screen went dark. The smiling round face of the geek turned to her again, waiting.
“Albie, this is ridiculous! Just..” she could read his face, there was no reasoning with him. Supergirl gripped the ends of her satin blue top. She turned her back to him.
Albie’s eyes beamed as he watched her from behind. She lifted the tight fitted top from the bottom, pulling it up to expose her smooth slender back. His heart thudding hard now and throat welling he watched as she slipped it completely off, her large ample breast could be seen slightly from either side of her as she raised the top over her head and her long hair bounced behind her as she discarded the clothing. He stared at the naked Supergirl wearing only the tiny red skirt now. She turned to face him, cupping her hands over her breast the best she could.
Supergirl’s anger welled inside her, she hated dealing with perverted scum like this but she need information only he could find for her. She took a breath and steadied herself and she walked back over to him, aware that his eyes were now all over her. She felt an uneasiness and embarrassment as she cupped her nipples in her hands to hide them from his view and tried to get through as best she could.
“Continue.” She said waiting but found the chubby man only continuing to stare up at her luscious body. “Albie! Time is not a luxury I have.”
The man snapped back as if transfixed on her. He clicked more keys, his eyes darting from the screen back to the standing half naked Supergirl and back again in repetition.
“Th-the courier shows it was taken possession by a Jim Zimmer,” he stammered. “Who works for…” the screen went blank again.
“Wait, that’s not enough, that was too soon!” Supergirl protested.
“Sorry I don’t make the rules….oh wait, yes I do.” The now sweaty man smiled up at her looking her over hungrily.
Supergirl’s blood boiled. She felt she had no control in this deal she had made with him. She turned sharply, angry at herself for allowing this to continue but he had to be close to something…something he was dangling in front of her. She turned her back to him again and slowly she eased the edges of her skirt until it floated down her curvy legs and to her feet. She could hear his heart racing and hoped he would not have a heart attack before they finished.
Albie’s eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped as he watched the skirt removed. She wore high cut satin panties that meshed with the shape of her amazing ass. The shiny thin material creased between her ass as each stretch of the material shimmered from the lights. Her body was beautiful and he could feel his cock stiffening. She turned, of course she still cupped her tits but he could see the puff of satin mound between the gap of her legs. His eyes did not tear away from this area as she walked back over.
Supergirl felt chills as she turned, she couldn’t stand the stare he was now beaming at her. She only clung to her panties but felt completely naked as her bare feet walked back to her spot next to him. A tingling of excitement seemed to well between her legs as the thought of herself being at the mercy of such a clumsy and disgusting boy was unimaginable. But here she stood, one last thing to barter before…she didn’t want to think of what was next, but she wouldn’t allow this to continue to far….would she?
“You got your payment...now finish…” she tried to sound stern and intimidating.
Smiling widely as his eyes darted back and forward again, for the first time his fingers stammered on the keyboard.
“Jim Zimmer works for the law firm of Whitney, Cooper and Schmit, who only have one client, a kind of Sicilian group of sharks who represent a single conglomerate.”
The screen died again and Albie turned to Supergirl with a large smile, falling back in his chair.
“But I think you know what needs to happen to get that info..”
Supergirl’s pulse raced. She was finally at the end of this but now he wanted her panties as well. She looked at the window, the sun was coming quickly, she didn’t have much time to ponder a way our, she had to make it back before they found her missing. Her blood boiled with anger, she thought of threatening the fat pervert, but knew somehow it wouldn’t have worked. Instead, slowly she lowered her hand and slid her finger between the top and leg opening of her panties on the right side. She pulled them down slightly; a sudden welling of moisture tingled between her legs. He had won, and she couldn’t escape this humiliation. She slipped the other side down slowly as the man panted just beside her. His eyes wide, his breath shallow as he now saw a few of her pubic hairs just peeking over the tiny triangle of half down costume.
“Whitney, Cooper and Schmit?” Supergirl stopped suddenly repeating the name of the law firm. Something appeared in her mind suddenly…the warrant that had been placed in front of her, that lawyer on the steps at the press conference. Something Conner had whispered to her as his lawyer watched her being fingered by the creep.
‘He’s on the payroll; he’s going to do anything to protect his client…no matter what…’ Her thoughts continued to the day. ‘…we’ve had them in the pocket since I was a kid…’
“Kingsley!” Supergirl exclaimed.
“Wha-what?” Albie looked at her confused, she had stopped, her fingers on the edges of her panties. His eye caught a sliver of sweat dripping down her taught belly and making its way just inside the small pouch of blue that remained hiding her sex. His eyes bulged as his heart raced.
“Kingsley. It’s the family’s law firm. So that means…his father’s banking this scheme.”
“What?..Yeah…um, no….wait!” Albie stuttered, watching suddenly as Supergirl pulled the straps upward again.
“I thought his father had cut him off, but it seems he decided to help his wayward son after all. Maybe they couldn’t stand the family name or this kind of publicity ebbing at the company, so they decided to frame me instead. People with money always think they can twist things to please them, hmmff!”
“Whaa…?” Albie watched in disbelief as he now watched her slipping back on the discarded costume. “Yeah…yeah you’re right.” He laughed maniacally, “But look, look there’s more!” His fingers danced on the keyboard again. “The old man, the father, that’s his personal lawyer, you see, the…the judge and he are even…..” his eyes looked panic stricken as she slipped her skirt on again, oblivious to his pleas. “Wait! You can’t leave me like this!” he begged.
Supergirl was now almost completely dressed again. The sexy superheroine turned as she zipped the last boot on and picked up her cape. The pathetic boy was in full panic. He had never counted on her guessing the last piece of the game and now was jilted from his ultimate prize. She laughed at his situation; he sat clutching the arms of his chair, his cock pushing hard against his pants did nothing to hide his excited state.
‘Little pervert. How’s this for a lesson.’ She thought as she walked sexily over to him. She leaned into him closely, whispering in his ear.
“Sorry Albie, better luck next time.” She could hear his heart pounding; he glanced over to her in the sexy costume just inches away from her, his eyes met her glistening lips. She noticed him and continued.
“I was so desperate, so desperate who knows what I would have allowed you to do to me?” She smiled slyly, hearing him now panting from his mouth, “but I’ll tell you a little secret….tonight, when I’m alone in bed.” She paused for effect. “I’m going to be thinking about what happened here tonight, being naked, at your mercy, obeying all of your commands with no choice. I’ll be thinking of the things, the things I would have had to do for you, the positions you would have ordered me into and the depravity I would have had to suffer under you.” She purred pretending to be thinking of those thoughts. “Mmmmm, I feel so turned on just thinking about what could have been.” She threw him one last sexy stare and pulled away from him slowly, careful to arch her back just enough that her breast came within inches of his face.
Albie drooled, his lip trembling, wanting to say something but seemingly forgetting how to talk as the images whirled inside his mind. He watched dumbfounded as she walked to the small window.
“I..I..II..II...” he babbled, both hands now holding his throbbing member.
Supergirl gave him a sly smile, turning her head to stifle a giggle noticing the stain in his crotch from the gush underneath. She gave a look at the brightening sky, and elegantly soared out of the window and into the morning sky.



Chapter 9

Supergirl darted through the sky and headed back downtown. She knew she had to return before she was discovered missing. The Chief had trusted her and she wouldn’t betray him, he was still convinced of her innocence and she would need him to help clear her. If what Albie discovered was true, it would be easy for her to drop a few hints to have the Judge’s records reviewed.
The early morning sun had made the night sky a velvety purple now and the cover of darkness was slowly creeping away. She glided carefully past the tall skyscrapers, taking care not to be spotted by anyone. She dashed unnoticed over head as the helicopters that report the morning traffic were just getting their flight instructions on the roofs of some of the buildings. She climbed up the familiar police station headquarters and slipped inside their helipad and into the building.

“Where the hell is she?!!!” a voice boomed through squad room of the station. Nervous detectives looked around worried, an unusual number of them seemed to be fielding phone calls as their eyes darted from their desk to the direction of the screaming.
“Get her out here now or you’re going to be the one going before a judge, do you hear me Chief??!!” A short white haired man in a dress uniform screamed at the chief.
“We’re bringing her though now Captain. You know how long it takes to process a prisoner from the holding ward.” The chief waved at one of the men pretending to be on the phone and he dashed out in a run.
“If I find out that she’s missing…if I find out that you allowed….” The Captain’s face grew red and twisted. “Why don’t you have armed guards on her at all times?”
“I didn’t thi….”
“Special agent Garret here and his men are taking full charge of this situation, do you understand me!!” He barked pointing to the men in full black riot gear behind him. “Your ‘Super-hero, is going to Arkaham with those other freaks! She’s nothing but a menace!”
“She’s entitled to a trial.”
“Don’t tell me the law Chief!” The Captain growled back, he pulled a long envelope from under his arm.
“Captain.” One of the special officers caught the Captain’s arm, “not here. Maybe in the Chief’s office.” The enraged Captain thought for a moment. The Chief turned and lead them to his office.
When he opened the door he stopped suddenly. Without a word he entered and sat at his desk. The Captain came in behind him, his face going blank suddenly then turning to make sure the men in black followed behind him inside.
“They brought me from downstairs and told me to wait for you here, Chief.” Supergirl sat in the chair just to the right of the Chief’s desk. Her left wrist cuffed to the arm of the chair with the dampening cuffs from before.
A young out of breath sergeant suddenly poked his head inside the room.
“Chief, C-Captain, we still need some time to get Super….” His eyes met Supergirl’s and he exited as suddenly as he had entered.
From behind him Conner Kingsley entered. The smart looking boy was dressed in an expensive suit contrasting to his long blonde surfer style hair. He closed the door behind him as noise from some commotion was taking place in the squad room. His piercing blue eyes caught Supergirl’s and he winked at her slyly.
Supergirl only watched him, mildly amused because in her mind she knew that the information she had uncovered would go a long way to his undoing and this game would be completely over.
The Captain’s face contorted suspiciously back to Supergirl. “Those are I assume the cuffs that take her powers away” he asked and the Chief nodded. He turned back to look at the men behind him who now had their hands on their holsters, ready.
“Chief,” Supergirl started, “I may have some information for you on my case that may settle this whole matter.”
“Really, are you going to explain this as well?” the Captain tossed the envelope on the Chiefs desk. Supergirl watched as the Chief took the envelope and opened it. He pulled out a stack of papers, then groaned with a sigh and leaned back defeated in his chair.
Supergirl looked up at Conner.
‘What had he done?’ She wondered as she reached for the open envelope and its contents. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open.
“Looks like they got us, Baby.” Conner said. “I hope you don’t blame me for cutting a deal on this.”
Chills ran down Supergirl’s shoulders as she looked at the photos now in her hand. They showed her and Conner together in bed. The pictures showed the naked blonde boy and her wearing the Supergirl costume in various positions, each one with her face blurred or just below the shoulders, hiding her face from the camera. There were photos of her spread down on the bed, her legs held wide as he penetrated past the small strip of panties to her pussy. Another showed her bent over in costume as the boy worked her from behind, several other men could be seen in the background, their hands massaging their cocks seemingly waiting. She flipped through them, none showed her head or face but it was her body…and…her apartment!! How the hell did they do this?
“How do we know these aren’t fakes?” The Chief asked angrily. “I mean none of the pictures show her face at all. These could be fakes or a body double!”
“We’ve had our labs check, these are real. Even without your face,” The Captain turned to Supergirl, “we know it’s you. We took known photos of you parading around in that skimpy outfit of yours and our forensics matched up your body proportions, skin pigmentation, and muscle tone using infrared and biometric camera footage at the CIA,” His eyes narrowed. “A perfect match for her.”
Supergirl felt the net closing around, her eyes dashed over and over the photos.
“Every one of these invoices for the shipping containers has your finger prints on them” The old man growled. “And that cupie doll costume you wear is a dead on match, seam for seam. There’s not a doubt about it!”
“She wouldn’t allow me to show her face, for obvious reasons, but insisted on wearing her costume during it. She told me it made her feel sexy and aroused knowing that her persona, Supergirl, was making a porn movie, and if the public only knew better.” Conner chimed in.
Supergirl felt the men in the room turn their gaze upon her. Her hair seemed to be standing on ends.
“But during our, er…affairs,” Supergirl looked up at him with hatred, but Conner continued. “It was her idea, knowing that she was getting photographed while I was pleasuring her always got her all hot and wet. I remember one time she even asked me if her video was going in my private collection next to Paris or Pam’s.” She may seem like a goodie two shoes to the public, but believe me behind closed doors she’s a real pistol in the bedroom.”
“Liar!” Supergirl said as a chill ran down her spine. Somehow these had to be forgeries but the background was defiantly her apartment, and somehow…it was her in the pictures! “How did you do this? None of that is true! We have never been together like this…I would never….”
“The gigs up baby,” Conner replied as if she were doing some act. “I guess you wanted to end our partnership when you double crossed me at the docks that night but I guess you never thought I’d turn on you too.”
“Don’t speak to me in THAT way.” The cuffs holding her to the chair stretched as she leaned forward clearly upset. “Tell them the truth; tell them we have never been together!”
Conner only smiled back raising his fingers to his nose, pretending to smell them.
Supergirl’s heart began to race; her face blushed red as she flipped through the evidence. There had to be something here that would show these were faked or pieced together somehow.
“Wait,” Supergirl suddenly thought back to herself watching Conner arrested on television. She remembered slowly passing out as if she were drugged. “That day you had the press conference, I remember feeling as if someone had been in my home.”
She looked at the pictures; it was obvious they knew her secret identity somehow. Could they have taken them that day? “If they drugged me and set up those photos...”
“There was no way.” The Chief added. “He was in our custody until the following day. There was no way he could have set that up at that time. He definitely didn’t leave the cell, so there was no way he could have taken the pics of you and him together that night.”
Supergirl thought again. He was right…but how did they do it?
“Just admit it Baby,” Conner smirked again.
“Do not call me that, you spoiled, lying, pig!”
“You’ve been caught. After all those years of ratting out your partners and making us to look like the villains, you’ve finally been caught, ‘Supergirl’. Keeping your image squeaky clean while you shook us down for cuts of the spoils. You guys didn’t think she was doing all this ‘hero’ stuff because she loved it did you? She made fools of everyone.”

“That’s insane!” Supergirl snapped back. “This is some sort of set up, it’s all a lie! How much money did your father have to spend to do this for you?”
“That’s enough; we’ll be taking it from here.” Special agent Garret stepped forward. “You can explain while you’re sitting in the maximum security lockdown in Arkham, if they don’t transfer you straight to Cuba.”
“Arkham? You’ve already convicted me?”
“Special order signed by the Secretary to secure all mastermind supervillains until father notice.” Garret grabbed her free wrist.
Supergirl gasped. She couldn’t allow them to arrest her, she only had one chance to uncover the truth in this conspiracy.
“I’m being set up, none of this is true! I’m a super hero. I’ve never done anything but helped and cooperated with the police, and now you’ve convicted me without a trial?”
“Men, batons ready!” the agent nervously withdrew a long black club from his holster, the end of it cracked with energy.
“Now wait a minute, I’m not releasing her until...nnnnggggg…” The Chief had stood to protest but was quickly subdued by one of the other agents.
“Don’t interfere here old man! I have the authority to…..” He looked suddenly at Supergirl who was now glaring angrily at him. She grabbed the depleted kryptonite cuff around her wrist and shattered it to pieces.
“She’s loose!” the agent tuned his weapon to Supergirl stabbing it against her shoulder and releasing the charge.
Supergirl’s body tensed feeling the voltage surging into her arm, but the pain was nothing more to her than an annoyance as she rose to her feet.
“Bump up to full power!” Garret yelled to the others as the batons now hummed loudly. He pressed it forward at her again landing against the ‘S’ on Supergirl’s chest.
“Nnngggg…” she felt the sting of it, but still was able to grab the center of the weapon and tear it away from him.
“Th-that should have put down an elephant!!” he said in amazement, disbelieving his eyes that a petite young girl in this short skirt outfit was THAT powerful! It wasn’t possible! He stumbled backwards, his glasses falling halfway from his face. The men behind him pulled their weapons in front, each one pushing forward as if she were a cornered animal.
“Put your weapons away if you don’t want to be hurt, I don’t want to fight any of you.” She turned her gaze to the frighten looking Conner. ”But I am going to find out the truth!”
Without a word another charged her. She dodged his attack easily, whirling him around and slamming him on top of the stunned Chief’s desk. Another two stabbed her from behind through her cape.
“AAAnnnnnnnn…” she felt her legs buckle from the sudden attack. The sting of both weapons had a much bigger punch. The men smiled at each other with a glimmer of hope but their smiles soon faded as she whipped around. Their eyes grew wide with terror as finely defined red beams of light from her eyes glowed through the air. They watched as the beams singed, then cut the batons in half. They stood terrified with the stump of the weapons still grasping in their hands.
“What the hell is she?” the agent charged her but was easily caught and tossed aside.
“Help! We need some help in here!!!” Conner shouted as he bolted for the door pushing the Captain into Supergirl.
“Are you alright, Captain?” Supergirl quickly grabbed the chubby white haired man, stopping him from falling.
“Don’t touch me!” he sneered. “Get in here!! Somebody stop her!!” he screamed as others came rushing into the office.
‘This is insane!’ Supergirl thought. ‘I need to get out, find some time to think and find out some answers. I need to find Kingsley!’ She spotted him through the open door, running for the hallway. Supergirl helped the irate Captain to his feet, who pulled away from her quickly.
With her distracted, Agent Garret took his chance.
Unnoticed and seemingly forgotten by Supergirl he crawled behind her and placed his hand on one of the dropped batons from his men.
“What? AAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhnnnnnggggg!” Supergirl screamed as the flash of electricity crackled from under her skirt. The impact of the surge charged the air under her costume, causing the skirt to flap madly as if some invisible blower tossed around the material. Garret pushed the baton harder between her legs, its flat butt end charged with energy crushed against her twitching sex. Supergirl cupped her hands between her legs, her face contorted, screaming in pain from the sneak attack. The device powered down, spent form the blast and she fell to her knees. Her breath short and chest pumping as the shock from her sex felt as if tiny needles were penetrating her. Her mound seemed to throb.
“Everyone now!” She heard him shout behind her and suddenly dozens of hands grabbed her. They grabbed each arm, her ankles, and her legs, pulling her down. She felt the weight of several men on top of her, trying to pin her to the ground. Arms of large police officers wrapped around the seemingly small girl, hands for some reason cupping her breast and pulling at her long hair. Behind her, she felt some pervert taking advantage of her plight; unable to determine who this person was with so many around her, she felt hands secretly groping a hand full of her ass. She struggled against them, slightly embarrassed and annoyed with that person copping a feel in this situation. She felt another, maybe even the same one, his finger sliding down her smooth panties behind her and pushing on her plush but sore mound.
If anyone had seen this scene would have surely thought she was obviously over matched. But the men struggled against her, and Supergirl’s own muscles ached until she found herself on both her hands and knees.
“We got her men, we got her, don’t let up now!”
‘No…cant…can’t let them……I’ve got to escape……’
Supergirl clenched her teeth under the weight of them all, pushing her down, hands holding her from every direction…and then from the corner of her eye she saw the baton again. The charge was still building; it had been almost spent trying to take her down. An idea ran through her head.
“Let’s see how tough you guys really are!” she grabbed the end of the baton and clicked it on.
“yyyaaaaa…yaaaaaa…yaaaaaaaaaa!!!!” The entire group of men yelled at once. The charge passed through Supergirl and into each of them who touched her. She released the device and stood amongst the pile of them still twitching as if each had been tasered.
“You’re kidding right? That wasn’t even half of what I took.” Supergirl stepped over them, her high heeled red boots quickly jumping over the groaning agents and into the squad room. The remaining officers stood frozen, their mouths hanging open as only Supergirl had emerged from the room. They stood silent, unsure what to do as they watched her pass them by, watching as the long legged girl passed each of them, her red cape flapping behind her, headed for the hallway.
‘Where is he?’ she looked around, and then spotted a black Porsche down below parked between two handicap spaces.

Conner rushed from the building, bumping into several people and fumbling for his keys. His hands found the one and he made a dead line for the Porsche. He slipped the key into the lock just before turning it he heard a voice from behind him.
“You’re in a rush to get somewhere?” Supergirl had appeared just behind him. She watched as he turned slowly to face her. “How did you manipulate that evidence?”
She struck her power pose, her hands planted confidently on her hips, her cape draped around her shoulders like a gladiator. Curious people stopped on the sidewalks and watched, removing their cell cameras and clicking video of the popular Superheroine. Supergirl gently pushed him to his car with a single finger. Conner leaned back, pinned to his car by her slender finger. “You’re not buying your way out of this. Trying to manipulate justice, toying with the federal system and bribing government officials come with a lengthy jail term. But if you co-operate, I’ll help you the best I can.”
Supergirl felt confident she had him. Finally she would have him admit to his childish schemes and be done with this whole affair. But to her surprise, the boy’s face didn’t show any fear. Instead he seemed to be more relaxed and calm.
“Not buying my way out Supergirl? Why because you super heroes don’t think that money can buy true power?” He smirked at her. “You bunch of freaks are just like the rest of us, everyone has a price, everyone’s got a price Baby.”
She suddenly heard a few gasps from the crowd around them. Supergirl’s eyes darted to some of the people on the nearby sidewalk. Their camera phones seemingly no longer trained on her but something past her.
“Money may not buy true power Supergirl, but I can rent it.”
At that moment the people on the sidewalk seemed to hurry away quickly. Many of them pocketing away their phones and moving down the street with great speed. An ominous feeling began to come upon Supergirl.
Suddenly a large hand grabbed Supergirl’s neck from behind. She could feel the weight of it, only two of the large fingers circled her neck, constricting like a python.
“Supergirl, say hello to one of my newly acquired employees.”
Supergirl gasped under the vise like grip as she was lifted from her feet and spun to face the menace from behind her. Choking and tugging at the large hands holding her she saw a large muscular shadow casting the size of a small mountain. Her eyes fell upon the burnt brown costume and welded hood that only allowed for the his dead black eyes and bared white teeth to show through. He grinned in delight like some demon sent up from hell to wreck havoc on the city, enjoying the pain and torture he was now inflicting onto her. His body was more than six times her own size, and his gaze was of madding, like the berserkers of old time. A beast of pure muscle and unstoppable rage seemed to have formed this behemoth…Juggernaut!



Chapter 10

Supergirl gasped. The vise-like grip of Juggernaut closed on her throat making it impossible to draw breath. Darkness began to ebb from the comers of her fluttering eyes, and a sudden panic struck her.
‘Cant…pass out now…..got to remain calm…think Athena, think!’
Supergirl could see the delight on the villains face, his massive muscles constricting against her.
“This is the easiest money I’ve ever made.” His deep throaty voice echoed from behind the metallic helmet. “I thought you’d put up more of a fight Superwimp!”
Supergirl’s mouth gasped for air, she struggled against his massive fist. Why couldn’t she seem to get a grip on him? Was Juggernaut really this strong? Was he this intimidating a figure that she had always thought he was? There was something uncommonly wrong with this. She was so panicked that she couldn’t seem to get a grip on his fingers. She coughed madly then in a sudden shock of realization, she closed her eyes.
Placing her fingers around her throat….she couldn’t feel his hand there at all.
‘How could such a hulking figure have sneaked up on me?’ she asked herself. Her super hearing and intuition should have picked him up several feet away. There was no way! No way unless….
She calmed herself and focused her thoughts, closing her mind. She opened her eyes again to see the drooling mad giant standing before her suddenly faded into nothingness.
“AAahhhh…..” Supergirl gasped fresh air again, her chest heaving heavily. She looked down at herself. She was hovering on her own power, not being lifted by the villain’s massive arm. She slowly descended, now noticing several of the panicked crowd around her also vanished, being replaced by interested gawkers, unsure of what they were seeing happening to Supergirl. Everyone seemed puzzled by her actions.
“It would have been much easier if you had just passed out.”
Supergirl turned to find the origin of the voice. Conner, the blond preppie boy smiled at her. His appearance contorted, melting away into a petite young girl with long dark flowing hair wearing of all things, a top hat. Supergirl watched as before her eyes suddenly appeared a leggy girl in a short tuxedo costume with fishnet stockings and knee high leather boots. Her face beamed despite the sudden revelation of being uncovered.
“You should be careful, someone could put a spell on you.” She laughed slyly.
“Zatanna?” Supergirl’s said surprised as now she noticed the doors to the police station opening and a dazed Conner just exiting from the elevator to see the two superheroines at his car.
“You’re that sorcerer that has Justice League membership aren’t you? Why did you attack me?” Supergirl asked angrily, now carefully watching the young girl’s movements as well as her words.
“Supergirl, there is a warrant for your arrest.” She said as if Supergirl should have known better. “The Secretary has declared you a threat to world security.”
”So they’ve already contacted the JLA?” Athena felt a sudden charge in readiness. She knew they would come, Zatanna just happen to be the first.
“If you are innocent, surrender, but you’re too powerful a being to be left unhindered, I can’t let you fly away.” The dark haired girl gave a sneaky smile at Supergirl.
“Is this a challenge for you Zatanna? Think you finally get to test your powers against me?” Supergirl’s blood boiled. She felt as if she was getting treated like a common criminal and even worse, it seems that every superheorine who was below her wanted to add ‘Defeating Supergirl’ to their resume.
“I’d like to see you try and stop me trickster.”
“Then I guess your grand illusion is finally unmasked… reh esacne selbac!
As the strange words were spoken the cables from the above power lines came alive. They reached downward, swirling over Supergirl like thick black cobras, snaking around her, looping between her legs and twisting tightly against her arms.
“Nnggggg…”She struggled as they constricting tightly against her body, slithering over her large breast, squeezing her so hard that her breast seemed to push through the openings of each. She felt them curl under her skirt, descending between and through her legs.
“What?!!!” she was shocked as the animated cable exited from behind her and then lifted upwards, wedging into her ass and splitting painfully between her tender satin mound
“NNNgggggg…” Supergirl struggled, standing on her tip toes as the taut line between her legs now moved torturously slow between her legs, each indentation seemed to slam against her pussy, forcing its way past and then back up her vulnerable ass.
Suddenly a flash of red beams emitted from Supergirl’s eyes. The laser burned into the snaking cable and cut it in half. The tight line between her legs fell limply below her, withering like a headless snake. Summoning her strength, she strained against the hidden power behind the living cables and ripped her arms free. The torn bits of the cable dropped to the ground and fell limply at her feet.
“Nice try witch.” Supergirl said charging towards Zatanna who looked surprised at the power of Supergirl. The sorcerer lowered her hat as an eerie glow beamed from inside of it.
“tah eht ot..mmmffffff!!!!”
Supergirl clamped her hand on Zatanna’s mouth.
“Not even close Z” Supergirl pushed her hard into the Porsche shattering the windows. Zatanna fell unconscious to the ground. Supergirl hurried picking up pieces of the ripped cable and bound her hands.
“If I remember right, if you can’t speak, you cant use your powers.” Supergirl undid the sorcerer’s bowtie and gagged her with it.
“Maybe you’re ready for a real challenge then Supergirl?”
A cold shiver ran up Supergirl’s spine. She knew the voice well and turned and saw Wonder Woman. The Amazon jumped into Supergirl.
“OOOhhhhnnnnggg…” Supergirl felt the wind pushed from her lungs; getting hit by Wonder Woman felt like being hit by a charging car. She fell backwards past screaming pedestrians and landed hard against the steel street light, crushing and twisting it until it toppled over just past the scurrying crowd.
Supergirl felt a bit embarrassed as she landed on her back, her legs sprawled open and the tiny red skirt retreating upwards past her exposed panties.
“Nice hit,” Supergirl said lifting herself up. “You’re solid, I’ll give you that. But….gasp!!” Supergirl cut her words short as something just to the left of her caught her eye. She tried to turn in time to react but was just a bit slow.
Flying like a bullet was a white and red blur coming towards her. Before she could escape she was hit again by a charging superheroine.
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“AAAAAaiiiiiiii” The sound of the impact echoed in the streets as car alarms went off all over, glass from nearby buildings shattered and rained down upon the retreating crowd. Supergirl could feel the pain from her cracked ribs as her body was thrown by the force of the impact. She ricocheted off several cars and finally landed face down through the front window of a parked car. Blood now trickled down her side, staining the blue costume right above a massive rip.
“Ouch.” Athena grimaced as she lifted herself from the shattered glass. Her own sweat stung the now slowly healing cut. She brushed her own long hair from her face and again was face to face with Wonder Woman.
“So you brought a friend with you?” Supergirl said playfully looking skyward to see if she could see the other. Her heart racing, she tried to buy for more time to heal, having to fight Wonder Woman one on one was bad enough but now she had someone else to worry about as well.
“There’s no need to continue this Supergirl” Athena hated the condescending tone of Wonder Woman’s voice. Obviously she still thought of herself as a Princess even away from that hidden island. “You know that I’m more than a match for you, why don’t you let me lasso you and bring you in to justice.”
“I’m innocent.” Supergirl said. “but if I let them take me in, I’ll never get a fair trial.”
“Sorry to hear that. I don’t judge, I just uphold the law.” Wonder Woman whipped her lasso at Supergirl.
Supergirl dodged it easily grabbing the end of the lasso. She pulled hard, yanking Wonder Woman off her feet and towards her. Athena lifted her leg, meaning to kick the off balanced Amazon but instead to her amazement Wonder Woman turned her body in mid-air and slammed both her feet into Supergirl’s stomach.
“AAAiiiiiii” Supergirl doubled over in pain, her ribs still ached from the earlier attack. She fell back on her knees, breathing hard and clutching her battered side. Supergirl saw Wonder Woman coming again. Her reaction was late, her body felt sluggish and tired as sweat poured over her. She fell back into the gravely street again as Wonder Woman slammed her fist hard against the ‘S’ on her chest. Supergirl winced in pain, something inside her told her she was outmatched, that Wonder Woman was better, a legend, she didn’t have a chance.
“Let’s go Supergirl, on your feet!” The superiority in the Amazon’s voice was easily apparent. “You’re done little girl. Give me your wrists, now!”
“No!” Supergirl said through gritted teeth. “I’ve been holding back, but not anymore!” Despite the pain Supergirl leaped upward and caught the unsuspecting Wonder Woman with a round house kick. The Amazon fell on all fours, she turned a hateful gaze towards Supergirl. With cheetah like quickness she pounced again, but Supergirl now dodged each of her attacks, finally slamming her fist several times at high speed into the Amazon’s stomach. Wonder Woman gasped, spit dripping form her cherry lips she locked fingers with Supergirl.
“Just get out of my way!” Supergirl yelled at her, struggling against Wonder Woman’s strength…and then she heard it again.
‘She’s not trying to win anymore; she’s trying to get me in position!’ Supergirl could hear the jet like noise behind her, the same as before. She waited, waited until the last moment then ducked to the side.
Even at a blur Supergirl could see Powergirl passing her by, the realization that she had missed her target and was going too fast to stop from slamming into Wonder Woman. Both girls slammed hard into a nearby building, exploding into a shower of dust and bricks. Slowly, painfully Supergirl got to her feet, both were unconscious. Powergirl lay on top of Wonder Woman, her face buried into the Amazon’s crotch.
Supergirl turned to flee, her body ached, and she was weak and beaten. Her costume torn and stained in her own blood, she had nothing left. She turned to fly away when a hand grabbed her.
A teen schoolboy held her arm.
“Sorry I’ve got to go….” Her voice trailed off as another grabbed Supergirl’s other arm. She looked at each one. There was a blank almost trans-like expression on each of their faces.
“Supergirl….” He drooled.
“What??!!” suddenly she saw a rush of ordinary citizens dashing for her. Supergirl quickly broke free of the boys and jumped into the air, but not quick enough! Several hands grabbed at her booted ankles, dozens of crazed people gathered around now, pulling her back down.
“Supergirl, God she’s so fuckin’ hot!”
“Come here you fucking teasing bitch!!”
“I want to fuck your mouth!”
She looked and suddenly saw the cause of the riot.
Zatanna.
The witch still tied and gagged had manager to prick one of her fingers on the nearby shattered glass and written something in her own blood. Supergirl strained to see it, and finally understood it. Scrolled along the nearby pavement in backwards lettering were two simple words…‘Mob lust’.
‘How careless was this spell Zatanna had done, anything written in her blood was too powerful to be used so carelessly. How could she have done this?’ Supergirl thought and now saw the effects of the broad spell as a crowd now pulled at Zatanna herself, parting the bound and gagged girl’s legs as they covered her.
Supergirl felt the sudden tug against her cape, she was so weak, and she couldn’t break their grip.
“Her body is so sexy!”
“You’re going to get what’s coming to you, bitch!”
She felt herself being pulled back downward into the mob, hands that once just had her ankles and legs now pulled her down by her arms and shoulders.
“No! Get off of me!! Don’t touch me!” the blonde superheroine yelled but hands groped her all over, ripping at her already torn proud costume. They pulled at her hair, pinning her to the ground. Supergirl felt herself being held down by numerous hands, other hands ran over her breast, squeezing her ample cleavage and mouths covering her nipples. All of them had gone mad!
She kicked, struggling against them as one boy now lifted her skirt while others controlled her legs, pulled apart and pinned at by others. The tear from the side of her costume was now ripped wider, her taut stomach exposed as hands reached inside the costume and up to massage her breast.
“…dresses like a slut. She deserves what she gets….”
“God she’s so fucking hot…I want her…”
“NNnngggg..ooooHHHHHH….” she felt fingers stroke against her satin clad pussy and she immediately caught herself from becoming wet. A burst of arousal seemed to come over her, ‘something held over from the spell’ she thought but unsure if the excitement wasn’t from her own growing desire.
The gang of boys stroked her, nails dragging along the smooth satin over her clit and one of them pushed his finger deep into her panties, pushing them into her. Her hips buckled, as she moaned uncontrollable, unable to see who was fingering her as another took advantage of her being pinned down to deliver his tongue deep into her mouth at the same time.
“MMMMmmmm…mmmmm” Supergirl struggled, she could hear the wet churning sound of her own juices as the boy fingered her unmercifully.
‘They…they’ve gone mad!’ She thought unable to break away from the dozens of men and boys, if she hadn’t expelled so much energy fighting the three, she may have had a chance.
Her arms stretched out, her muscles sore and weaken by the earlier battle. She felt furious that she was helpless, unable to defend or stop them as they wreak havoc on her body and the other heroines around her. Even spellbound, how could they ever dare do this to her? To Supergirl!!
She looked up suddenly to see the patriotic image of Wonder Woman standing above her.
“nngg…how?” Even seeing Wonder Woman she felt a rush of salvation from the mob! “...stop themmggg.”
Wonder Woman, moved past them, down to Supergirl unhindered. Supergirl was surprised to see the crowd totally ignoring her.
“My power belt” She showed Supergirl the golden belt around her waist. “Its from the Goddess Aphrodite, it protects me from any charms or love spells” Supergirl watched as the Amazon crouched above her. She felt Wonder Woman grab each of her wrist from the boys and for a fleeting moment thought that she would pull her away from the crowd, instead Supergirl felt her wrist crossed above her head and the strange golden material of Wonder Woman’s lasso tied over her hands again and again.
“Ok…mmmm…” She turned away from another attempt to kiss her, “you win…Nnnggg…help me….stop this….” Supergirl begged as she felt one of the boy’s head between her legs, lapping under her skirt.
“Oh God…nnnoo…mmmmmfffff…” She felt his mouth kissing her through her costume, his tongue stroking up and down, his hot mouth covering her whole mound making her body tense and twitch.
“No, I think you need a lesson ‘Supergirl’” Wonder Woman said her name as if it were a joke to her. “Besides, the more energy they draw away from you,” she smiled watching as Supergirl twitched helplessly again, unable to move away from the boy, “the easier it will be to handle you.” Wonder Woman looked up at the crowd molesting Supergirl.
“Enjoy her.” Supergirl heard her say smiling down at the feeble Maiden of Steel. She stretched Supergirl’s bound hands higher above her head. “Do whatever you please to this villainous girl.” She then reached down to Supergirl’s torn costume and ripped it upwards, tearing the ‘S’ apart and revealing Supergirl’s tits barely contained in her push up bra.
“NO!!!”
“Hmmmm, she even dresses like a whore under her whore costume”
“Had a date tonight hot stuff?” Someone teased her as hands reached down to pawn her breast, pulling them over the designer bra.
“NO!!!! You..nnnggg…you cant allow this…to happen to me….AAAhhhhhhh”
She felt her ass being ravaged, she winced in pain as several of them took to spanking her round ass, unable to stop themselves as the lust for her that each one held deep inside them to have Supergirl had been supercharged and released in one instance of pleasure. Her legs were stretched even farther apart and fingers tracing along the outsides of her costume’s bottoms.
“No..mmmmgggg…get away….mmmmm..OOOHHH…..nooo don’t……” She was too weak now, there was no escape once bound by the lasso and Supergirl was no long super, but a superheroine defeated in the worse position.
She turned her head to avoid another disgusting kiss and saw through a small opening of the crowd where Zatanna lay. The heels of her long boots now kissing the sky as some boy slammed between them. She could also see several girls in the crowd had become affected as well and seemed to take to the magician. But for only the few there, the majority had come after Supergirl
As she struggled, she felt her panties grabbed from the top and pulled down, stretched between her knees. Her naked shame exposed causing her face to burn in redness. Hands reached out to stroke her, plowing through her neatly trimmed hairs and parting her soft dripping lips.
“Look how wet she already is.” Someone pointed to the center of the stretched panties where a deep blue stain of wetness and slippery juices stood out.
Her eyes met Wonder Woman’s again and Supergirl turned, horrified and embarrassed. They pulled her panties down until one leg was free and a large boy in a uniform positioned himself between her parted legs.
“No…please, he’s too young….he’s still a student…stop….” Her mind wondered if the charm had worked too well against the high school boys who seemed to always ogle Supergirl in the short outfit whenever she visited nearby schools.

It was her heels now lifted up as she could feel his hard meaty cock pushing into her.
“No…no…please don’t…..mmmmnnggggg”
The boy slipped in easily ignoring her pleas. Supergirl gasped as he filled her, stroking against her slowly then fast then slowly again, savoring her tight virgin like pussy.
“Fucking Supergirl…yes…yes…ooohh you’re so tight, you make me want to cum…..” the boy babbled, his face excited and glowing as he pumped happily into her again and again.
Supergirl could feel her body rocking with each pump; she felt his stiff cock circling as he thrust into her, throbbing already. Her hot wet sex would make short work of him and as she looked down the boy was ready to explode. He smiled widely at the thought of his luck to have Supergirl spread before him. Hhe and his friends had fantasized about this for so long.
“Do not cum in her.” Wonder Woman ordered from above. “Spray this slut instead.”
Supergirl was mortified. She watched as the overly excited boy did just as Wonder Woman had said and an explosion of white showered over Supergirl’s belly, oozing its way down on either side of her.
Drops of deep hues stained the tiny red skirt and she could feel his warm cum glistening on her body.
“What…what’s going on?” The boy asked looking confused and dumbfounded. With his shot the lust had been broken, but before he could continue he was grabbed and thrown aside by a stocky blond boy who was panting heavily. He quickly unzipped his pants and slammed hard into Supergirl’s waiting pussy.
“OOOHhhhhh…OOOHHHHHHH!!!!!” She moaned as the slapping of his body against her took on porn like quality. He pushed deep into her, holding then sliding back out and deep in again.
Supergirl winced, her body was exploding inside. She felt hands caressing her now exposed pink nipples, pinching and cupping her gently to continue her arousal. Wonder Woman had moved to her side, allowing some pervert to have her bound hands, forcing her to stroke his cock, moving her hands up and down his shaft as pre-cum dripped down her fingers.
“No…mmmgg…NO! MMMffffffffff” She tried to resist as another slid his staff past her lips and into her mouth. Her red ruby lips were forced to suck him as he gagged her with his cock. They used every part of the helplessly caped Supergirl to satisfy them. She felt the sudden shot of liquid leap into the air behind her, landing on her chest again. Her body rocked up and down as the body pushed her legs farther apart and worked into her at a faster pace. Inside, her body was on fire. Sweat poured over her and something inside her wanted them to keep using her, to fuck her unmercifully until she came over and over again.
“MMm..mmmggg..pppffffff” Thankfully he had pulled free of her mouth and now added to the growing sticky cum on her. Supergirl was out of breath, her thighs tingling and will power destroyed. She looked down, only seeing the large boy pumping beneath her raised mini skirt, her panties behind him dangling like a flag of surrender from one of her boots.
“Aahhhhh...OOOHHHHHHH!!!!” Again he was pushed aside as another and another lined up to have her. They re-positioned her, forcing her over. A man in a business suit pushed her ass up, pushing her down at the small of her back. He penetrated her from behind, slamming into her, her tugged at her cape to force her into him as he pummeled her over and over.
“You know how many times I’ve masturbated to fucking you Supergirl?”
“Young fucking slut strutting around in this slutty outfit…gonna give you what you deserve….say it…says you’re a slut!” he slapped her ass hard.
“I…I….” Supergirl tried to stop, what was happening?
She heard a small chuckle of laughter from Wonder Woman.
Then she looked up at the lasso still binding her wrist and realized it was the effect of the Amazon’s rope.
“I’m a slut …a whore” She admitted enraged at the magic that forced these words from her. She hated Wonder Woman even more now but felt excited and hot at being forced into submission. Her will had been broken. Never had the Mighty Princess of Power been so totally captured and controlled.
“It seems even Kryptonians are subject to the effects of the lasso.” Wonder Woman mumbled watching her glowing ropes over Supergirl’s hands.
The humbling experience only added to the welling rising between her legs again; her juices being forced out openly now ran down her legs as her hips buckled uncontrollable. She moaned with each stroke she was forced back into.
“OOHhhh…OHHHHhhh…OOHHHHHH….” She sounded like the girls from the porn movies, unable to control herself she bit her lip, now only hearing the methodical sound of him slipping in and out of her wetness.
Her body tensed, her feet pointing as she came again, absolved in her own dark desires and accepting her fate as another slapped her exposed soft ass and slid his cock between her legs.
“What the hell?” the businessman now shouted in shock. “I’m married! You fucking whore, what did you do to me??”
Another hour would go by before the spell dissipated. Another then another used her freely. Her legs lifted, bent or forcing Earth’s most powerful superheroine to spread widely as they slipped into her tight mound sideways. The bound Supergirl was as weak as a kitten now, all of her power had been drained. Her costume was torn and ripped, littered with dozens of shots and sticky with the remains of the men who had attacked her. She grimaced in disgust and pain, even as she was taken again by a fat young teen, which had her all to himself, he pushed her legs together and lifted them over his shoulder, sliding inside of her narrow clit. Earlier an obvious foot fetish had begun stroking the soft red leather of her boots, shooting his massive output inside. She cringed as she felt the oozing of his seed moving inside her boots and between her toes.
The fat boy finished with the limp superheroine quickly, his cum drizzling down into the crease of her ass as he exploded and then the shock of what he had done suddenly came over him. His eyes fell on her, recognizing Supergirl. A mild panic didn’t stop him from stroking her soft thighs in his hands, lowering her legs to the ground, his hands cupped her ass.
“Cool.” He said surprisingly looking over the ravaged but still beautiful superheroine in front of him.
“Leave you pig!” Supergirl shouted back straining against her bonds as a shadow now covered her.
Wonder Woman stood over her as the last of the mob scurried away in confusion. Several of them confused and unsure what part they had played in the demolition of Supergirl stood and started at the caped avenger lying, exhausted and defeated.
“Time to go Supergirl.”




Chapter 11

Supergirl felt a hand reaching down to her, pulling her to her feet. She stumbled a bit, her thighs still trembling and the feeling of oozing man seed dripped slowly from between her legs. Her once glorious costume was ravaged, torn and covered in dirt and a blend of sweat and sex juices that glimmered off her playmate like body. She stood; her breath still heavy and chest heaving after countless orgasms, her muscles seemed tired and heavy.
“Come here girl!” The Amazon ordered her, dragging the once formidable Supergirl in her wake. She pulled her and stood her up against a nearby wall, facing her. Behind them both the curious but confused crowd kept their distance, trying to peer past the naked back of Wonder Woman to see what was going on.
“What, are you going to do with me?” a feeble Supergirl asked turning her head in shame; she couldn’t bear the thought of being subjugated by an equally arrogant heroine such as herself. She had never been before been put in such a position where she was forced to plead for her freedom.
“I know how powerful you can be, I’ve read the JLA files on you. I also know that your super powers allow you to regenerate those powers quickly if you are not properly restrained.”
Supergirl could only watch as the tall Amazon pulled her bound hands forward. She watched as Wonder Woman undid the smooth golden lasso from around her wrist, leaving only the single loop over her left wrist.
“Afraid what will happen if you completely release me?” Supergirl mocked her hoping to get the chance.
“In your state now?” She laughed in Supergirl’s face.
Supergirl turned away again, her face red and angry. If she only had a chance she would show the smug bitch how powerful and cunning she could be, it was only luck that Zatanna’s desperate spell had overpowered her. She had easily handled all three of them before then.
“Turn!” Wonder Woman spun her around, pulling Supergirl’s hands behind her back, now re-tying her with the soft strange material of the lasso. Supergirl suddenly caught the glimpse of a different shadow now appearing behind her. She peeked behind her and saw the exhausted and disheveled form of the sorcerer Zatanna.
“Enjoy yourself?” Wonder Woman mocked her as well.
“Shut up!” she spat back. “If it wasn’t for me this bitch would have gotten away!”
“Serves you right, that spell was too careless.” Wonder Woman chided her as Supergirl groaned at the tightness of the rope loosening around her wrist. “You spilled a lot of HER blood…do you have enough left for any powers?”
Supergirl picked up on something strange just then.
“What do you mean ‘her’ blood? Ohhmmmggg...” Supergirl asked but was shoved hard into the wall like a criminal. Wonder Woman kicked her legs apart spreading them wide until Supergirl’s tiny gravel stained skirt rode up her round ass.
“I bet you wish it was an inch or two longer now.” Wonder Woman teased her looking down at the skimpy red skirt.
Supergirl could only grit her teeth, she could feel the cool wind blowing between her legs, and she couldn’t look back but knew her naked peach was exposed from behind. How dare they treat her like this! She tried to struggle against the lasso. Wonder Woman held most of it in her own hands, only a single golden strand wrapped around Supergirl’s wrist, tied at the loop in the lasso….but still she couldn’t break free from its spell.
“I think I still have power for only one, maybe two spells.” Zatanna answered.
“Good, dress her.” Wonder Woman ordered Zatanna.
“What? Her? What about me?” She showed her the torn fishnets and stained portions of her own costume.
“They will want her unmarked, undamaged and presentable.” Wonder Woman replied.
Supergirl had no idea what they were talking about. They who? The press? The Police? Were they planning to hold another Presser to show off the capture of Supergirl?? She heard the typical sucking of female teeth behind her from the agitated superhorine and then a sudden glowing around her body. In a flash her costume had been repaired. The boldness of the red, yellow and blue stood out again. She could even smell the freshness of the fine satin and …thank goodness, she felt the tight pull of her costume between her legs again, covering between her legs.
“Mmmm, very nice. Now Zatanna, you can find Powergirl waiting just in that alley. She will fly you back to base.”
“And you?”
“I’ll be taking her in.”
Supergirl heard Wonder Woman say in an almost joyous manner. She heard the leaving footsteps of Zatanna and tried to turn her gaze back to Wonder Woman.
“You’re taking me to JLA headquarters?” She asked then her voice rose shockingly. “Hey what are you doing??”
“Not quite” Wonder Woman said lifting Supergirl’s skirt. She pulled the long remainder of the lasso over the heroine’s yellow belt and inside her skirt. She then pulled the golden rope tightly between Suprgirl’s legs, wrapping it around her waist and again between her legs.
“Nnoonnnngggg….” Supergirl whimpered feeling the strange crotch rope pressing hard against the costumed pussy.”
“Well we don’t want you gaining your powers back do we?” Wonder Woman looped the lasso and pulled it back between the Maiden of Might’s ass and tied it securely. “There now, it’s hidden beneath your skirt, and if you struggle…” she tugged at Supergirl’s hands.
“Oooohhh…nnnngggggg…” Supergirl groaned, pulling at the restraints caused the golden lasso between her legs to crease deep into her smoldering pussy.
“Good so now you see.” Wonder Woman smiled turning her captive to face her. “And let’s add a little insurance so you don’t get any clever ideas.”
“What?? Have you gone insane? What are you…”
Supergirl watched helpless in horror as her shimmering blue top was stretched, pulled down around her shoulders until her breast were exposed. She struggled to pull away but again Wonder Woman pulled her hands upward causing the obedient lasso to pull tightly between soft thighs. She watched powerlessly as Wonder Woman pulled another smaller strand of the lasso from between her large tits.
The tiny strand of material sparkled in her hands and Supergirl could see small clamps on each end of it. She watched unable to stop her as she pulled her nipples from under the designer bra. The Amazon licked her fingers, caressed her captors nipple, making her erect.
And then suddenly Supergirl felt the tiny piercing of the lasso as she slipped it through her nipple and secured it. Her body tensed and a shower of excitement built in her sex. The sensation was a rush, indescribable as she felt more helpless than ever now.
“Hmmm, seems I don’t even need to prime this one.” Wonder Woman completed the bondage by applying it to the other. “Long ago, when there were wars on Paradise Island, this is how captured prisoners were transported.”
Wonder Woman pulled gently at the golden strand between the Maiden of Might’s tits.
“OHhhhhh…..” Supergirl moaned, feeling he sensation even down to her toes in her boots. She fluttered weakly as the unexpected sensation had also caused her to move erratically and the binding rope hidden beneath her skirt now creased her satin costume even deeper inside her, her knees buckled.
‘Wonder Woman was perfect for this.’ She thought to herself. ‘Who else on Earth would know exactly how to restrain and capture a powerful girl as herself?’ She blushed with the thought of being beaten and held so well…so complete. The bitch defiantly had a talent for it.
Wonder Woman smiled at the effect it had on the young Supergirl and she pulled the heroine’s top back up, hiding the nipple bondage as well.
“So you’re Supergirl?” she laughed as her finger danced of the large ‘S’ on the Princess of Power’s blouse, tracing it with her finger playfully.
Athena blushed, frustrated and humiliated to be in such a position. And then suddenly….Wonder Woman leaned in, pressing her large tits against Supergirl’s own sore chest and stole a kiss from her lips.
Supergirl’s eye grew wide with shock as the woman’s soft wet lips tasted her own and then suddenly pulled away.
“If only I had my chance at you.” The Amazon whispered as Supergirl’s heart raced. Was the Amazon a lesbian? A chill went down her back and the thought of her being bound by the lasso, being made to obey….if Wonder Woman ordered her to perform some horrible, distasteful act…..she would be bound to obey!
But instead she pulled Supergirl from the wall, and the two brightly costumed superheroines marched through the crowd of peering gawkers.
“Move!” she ordered her, Pushing the caped heroine forward.
Supergirl, the prisoner, was forced to walk past the astonished crowd. The once proud heroine in blazing red yellow and blue passed by them, captured and controlled by the superior heroine behind her. The big titted Wonder Woman marched behind her, her face showing a slight smile of accomplishment of mammoth proportions. Her lips suppressing a full smile each time Supergirl stumbled, knowing the effects the sudden movement had on the wedged lasso beneath her captured hostage’s skirt.

Supergirl’s hands barely bound behind her showed only the singular strand of lasso, which to some onlookers seemed puzzling to hold the mighty girl.
Some of the more ambitions boys in the crowd whispered among themselves of fantasies they had of having the beautiful blond Supergirl in a similar position. They openly whispered of fantastic fantasies of the beautiful and sexy Supergirl being their personal captive and the things they had dreamed of doing with such a hot and tempting girl as her, unaware that every word could be easily heard by her. Supergirl knew her powers were sometimes a curse and she couldn’t stop hearing the explicit details of the boys. She felt flushed and tried to ignore it, but listening to them describe the things they had dreamed of doing to her seemed to intrigue her.
She then heard their hearts race slightly as the restrained leggy girl in the tiny skirt passed them. The grand vision of seeing her in person seemed larger than life. The boys took in her curvaceously striking body as she passed by while others aimed their cell phones like a firing squad, capturing Supergirl’s shameful march past them.

Supergirl’s eyes could not meet there’s, she caught glimpses of the crowd as they watched her. Her heart raced as well, she had an urge to just die instead of enduring this humiliation of parading their once mighty hero past them to show how defeated and pathetic she was now. How the Amazon had bested her and now had the dominate superheroine of the planet her captive. But even stranger was the rising feeling inside her, an excitement she battled inside herself. Her sex tingled with the rising thrill of the humiliation of the bragged Maiden of Might being humbled and demonstrated in such a fashion.
Deep suppressed fantasies of her own rose to the surface, her broken will unable to stop them from playing out in her mind, afraid that they would discover her darkest secrets and perverted fantasies of her own. Her own deep hidden desires of being defeated and taken to task for everyone to truly see what a fashionable whore she was.
A deep fear shot inside of her now as she cold feel her resistance break for a moment. Her thoughts give way and the cold feeling of her own panties stained with the wetness now pressing beneath her skirt.
‘That damn lasso’ she thought imagining the oval shape of wetness that now was probably stained between her panties and the golden lasso’s friction with each step she took. But also the second restraint Wonder Woman had used on her, the portion of golden stretched between her two erect nipples played havoc with her as they brushed against the soft silkiness of her own costume. She resisted each assault trying her best to hold back the welling damn between her legs.
“Keep moving.” Wonder Woman shoved her noticing her hesitation as the crowd watched the once celebrated and most loved superheroine who had her photo on dozens of magazine covers and endorsed wholesome goods, now looked on as a criminal, forced to walk shamefully to justice.
“Move on bitch!” a man from the crowd reached behind her, lifting her skirt that showed her panty clad ass and slapped her hard as his friends exploded with laughter.
Supergirl bit her lip at the sudden shocking spanking, her ass cheek burning from the blow.
‘How dare they...’ her heart burst with the betrayal of the cruel crowd. The indignity only gave more rises to the tender wetness of her pussy.
Wonder Woman shoved the man backwards until he fell hard on his own ass. She threw a menacing look at the others to make sure they kept there distance. She looked back at Supergirl and noticed something strange in her demeanor. And then with a mischievous smile Wonder Woman leaned closer to her prisoner’s ear and whispered to her in her superior and aristocratic voice.
“Are you enjoying this slut?”
Supergirl blushed, her mouth fell open as her heart seemed to pummel inside of her chest.
“What if I lifted this rag of a skirt you have and let everyone see what’s going on underneath? She continued.
Supergirl’s legs felt weak, a bristle of cold sweat dripped down her spine.
“No…please you can’t….we’re heroines, its not right to …to…you have to take me in…..” she stammered.
“You are no long a heroine, stupid villain.” Wonder Woman fired back. “But you are correct; I can’t do that to you.” And to Supergirl’s surprise she felt her wrist freed from behind her back. Wonder Woman expertly and slyly undid the tie around her waist and pulled the remainder of the lasso out from over Supergirl’s belt. She gathered the lasso, her lips sneering as she felt some of the damp parts of her weapon. She snapped it back to her hips and approached Supergirl from behind again, whispering.
“But you’re going to do it to yourself.” Her hand cupped just the side of Supergirl’s tits, indicating the hidden lasso strung between Supergirl’s tits.
“I’m going to let you get a bit ahead of me and here’s what you’re going to do….” Her whisper went silent and Supergirl’s eyes grew wide. She had heard every word but the power of the lasso still compelled her to obey.
Wonder Woman stepped away, pretending to adjust the lasso at her side.
‘I can’t…why I can’t stop myself….’ Supergirl walked a few paces as she had been instructed to do and then fell to her knees. She moaned seductively, her hands pushing down the front of her skirt and then turning to the crowd she slowly lifted her skirt. Arching her back and bending forward until her exposed panty clad ass rose up. Phones cameras pointed towards her as men shoved each other madly, snapping over and over at the spectacle. She lifted her own skirt and spread her knees wide as she had been ordered to give them a full view of the creased blue strip of costume running over her pussy from behind.
‘Please…please….I can’t stop…no…this cant be happening...’ Her mind begged but her body ignored her.
Her fingers slipped over her own pussy, pushing her nails sensuously over her satin mound, up and down.
“Fuck me please…please….someone fuck me…..please fuck me…..” her mouth begged to them. Inside her heart raced, her body was hot and charged with passion. Her face blushed bright red; her eyes closed tight, the only indication of her resistance to the powers over her. Beneath her blouse, still clamped tightly between her nipples, the gold strand glowed hidden from all.
The crowd watched dumbstruck. They couldn’t believe what they were witnessing. They watched as she moaned louder, her hips moving slowly, masturbating before all of them. It was unreal, Supergirl had gone mad. She teased her own pussy, snapping at the tapered costume.
‘I want you to finger yourself like you do in private in that slut outfit…I know you’re done that before….’ That was her words…’make yourself cum.’
Supergirl went into a sudden panic, she sweated heavily, trembling to resist the final order, she couldn’t…she just couldn’t…
But the people gasped absolutely shocked as a small blue oval of darkness appeared between her legs. The exposed thin blue strip of costume showed the spot grow before their eyes into the unmistakable shape. A clear spot of sexual wetness could be visibly seen as the whirl of zoom lenses panned into her honey spot.
“You’re a disgrace!” Wonder Woman lifted her back to her feet in front of the confused crowd but still there was much chatter in the crowd as the now shaken Supergirl passed.
“Cant believe ……Supergirl?”
“I heard she slept with him to get inside the…..”
“…..sex tapes…….shocking!...celebrity slut, they’re all fucked up…finally got her”
Supergirl was lead to the end of the street and felt Wonder Woman’s hand on her shoulder.
“You’re not going to get away with that little stunt Diana.” she said with her fist clasp, still in the power of the lasso.
“You feel the need to humiliate me? If we’re going to the League, I want to meet with Batman or Black Canary…..do that and I’ll forgive what you did.” She motioned half hearted to her left but heard nothing but silence behind her. She turned to see Wonder Woman looking down the street at something. A black cargo van sped to them, pulling up just in front of them as the door slid open.
Two men in black Kato mask jumped from the open door and took hold of Supergirl.
“What? What’s going onmmmfffff….” A large wad of material was shoved in her mouth and just as quickly the second man placed a large piece of tape over her mouth, securely gagging her. She struggled as much as she could but the men overpowered her, pushing her inside the van quickly.
“Finally we got her.” The masked man took hold of her hands, pulling them up her back.
“Good job Wondie, now you too, let’s go.”
Supergirl was seated inside of the vehicle, straining to scream past her gag as Wonder Woman stepped inside also. The door closed and they quickly sped away.





Chapter 12


Supergirl looked at her captors silently, her mouth still filled with the cloth and sealed with a small square piece of tape. One of the masked men gathered her hands behind her back securely; even through she was still under the control of the small piece of golden lasso stretched underneath her costume and pierced each of her erect nipples. She watched helplessly as the van navigated through the downtown traffic taking her to an unknown destination. She knew whoever these people were; they were not with the police. Her eyes darted to Wonder Woman who sat obediently and silently to her left.
‘But how is she involved?’ Supergirl wondered to herself.
“We’re on the way.” One of the masked men spoke into a small device then removed his mask looking slyly at her.
‘Conner!’ Supergirl had almost guessed that somehow it was all tied together as she looked at the blond playboy smirking at her.
“Great, I can finally get my life back.” The man behind her commented then removed his mask as well.
Supergirl’s eyes strained to see his face but he soon, almost mockingly, popped in front of her. She gasped silently beneath the tape gag.
“Surprised to see me?” The second man asked as Supergirl now stared at an exact double of Conner Kingsley. She stared into the exact deep blue eyes and golden shoulder length hair as the other, even the manners and speech were exact.
“Game over for you Supergirl.” He said jokingly. “No need for secrets anymore where you’re going.”
She felt his hand from behind her, circle her waist then cup her breast, toying with her. Supergirl felt him squeeze her where the lasso had pierced her nipple.
“mmmmffffffnnn…” She moaned as the ting of pain and excitement seemed to arouse her strangely.
“Hmm, it’s a good thing Angela isn’t here.” The first quipped.
“Shut up you!” The Conner behind her snapped back. “You had all the fun last time when I was sitting in that filthy police station.”
“Then maybe you should have fucked her on the steps of the station instead of toying with her.” He replied.
“We’re here.” The driver’s voice came from the front as Supergirl watched the van turn into a narrow alleyway between two large buildings as a disguised entrance opened and swallowed the van inside.
Inside was a large room where an attractive woman in a business suit sat at a receptionist desk.
“Good evening Mr. Kingsley, they’ve been asking for you nonstop, especially Miss Yeung.” The receptionist said pleasantly not even taken aback or shocked by the sight of the gagged superheroine being escorted between the two identical men or the sight of Wonder Woman trailing behind.
“There you are!” a woman’s voice rang through the room.
Supergirl watched as a petite young pretty girl barely in her twenties approached her with long flowing hair. The girl was dressed in an expensive black and white polka dot designer silk dress that wrapped itself around her curvaceous form well and accented her cleavage. She had a wide girlish smile and a deceptive innocence about her look. Supergirl had of course seen this girl before on several magazine covers for movies and tabloid front pages of gossip. She was one of the younger aspiring starlets who the paparazzi often stalked. What was she doing here?
“You’re late! The meeting has already started and your father is stretching for time now.” The girl turned her attention to Supergirl looking her up and down as a group of others quickly approached her from behind.
“Yeah I know baby, it seems the Wonder Woman had a bit of fun with her before delivery.” Conner said embracing the young girl and greeting her with a kiss.
“Really? That’s not in the design….” A man with a lab coat examined Wonder Woman carefully.
“There are a lot of things not in the design if you ask me.” Conner threw a look at his double.
“So this is THE Supergirl?” the girl asked looking her over. “She’s not much older than I am. Very nice, I can see why he went to so much trouble to get her.”
Supergirl tried to resist, struggling as best she could but the men held her tightly on each arm. She watched silently gagged as the girl examined her costume, pawing at the smooth blue material of her top and even cupping her breast.
“Very nice this look on you dear, very sexy on its own, very sexy on you, but maybe we can ‘Diva’ it up a bit? Two inches off the skirt!” she ordered and a girl from behind Supergirl timidly approached her and began cutting and ripping the lower portion of her skirt.
“Take care of her hair; she looks like she’s been rolling around on the pavement. And Chase, polish her boots and oil her legs all the way up to that little tight ass, make her shine like a billion dollars.”
Supergirl winced as the crass young girl slapped her ass and prodded over her like some prized piece of meat waiting to be severed to hungry diners. Her eyes followed the circling woman.
“Stpppp..” Supergirl tried to say as all around her the assistants began quickly working on her.
“Be still you silly girl!” The petite girl ordered her placing her hands on Supergirl’s hips to straighten her.
She looked down at the assistant now hemming the skirt so short that the bottom of her satin blue panties peeked from underneath. The girl paused looking up at Supergirl for a moment then called to the woman again.
“Miss Yeung, there’s something here! Something you should see.” the girl hemming the skirt had seen the salty darken stains on the satin material between Supergirl’s legs, the remains of Wonder Woman’s vindictive orders for her to cum in the middle of a crowd of onlookers.
Supergirl’s heart raced as several of the assistants leaned forward to see the discovery. Her face blushed red with embarrassment and she trembled against the magic binding her, trying to free herself, she want so much to pull away from their prying eyes but the spell held her, she was forced to remain still as the girl, Angela lifted the flimsy front of her mangled skirt high until Athena was exposed to all.
“Ew, her panties already have salt stains!” Angela said in a loud boasting voice discovering the darken marks on Supergirl’s satin blue panties. “She’s been wet this whole time?” Angela asked. “I’ve heard how kinky these supers are….”
Supergirl’s heart sank as the cold sweat of rage and frustration chilled her body. She felt so embarrassed that she wanted to rip each of them apart, her fist clenched and brow furled but her body did not respond to pleading in her mind. She felt so helpless that it was driving her crazy. Her legs seemed to quiver as the woman’s sharp painted nails stroked the darken spots then tugged at the heroine’s panties.
Supergirl gasped unsure what the girl was about to do.
“No difference,” the girl said quickly, “it’s authentic to the costume, let’s let the audience eyes discover it as well, it plays into her little superheroine slut image anyway….the guest will love it.” The teenage sounding voice of ‘Baby’ stung her ears and in the minutes she had known this girl she hated her as much as Conner. She had read the rumors of how this rude little starlet lacked any manners or respect for other more senior people she had worked with, she was just like Conner, having the world bow to her.
“And crease her panty line higher, so we can see a tease of her pussy from the sides.” Angela tucked and pulled at Supergirl’s panties until the blue material covered only the front opening of Supergirl’s sex, The inviting shimmer of satin blue ran smoothly along the front of her tender clit, the sides of her pussy spilling from either side.
“mmm, cameltoe.” Conner laughed lighting up a cigarette admiring his girlfriends work.
‘Perverts! Why are they doing this?’ She thought, somewhat surprised as somewhere deep inside her there seemed to be some sort of dark arousal building along with the feeling of being used and controlled in such a way. Never has anyone ever dared to treat Supergirl in this fashion! She felt as if they were somehow training her, trying to break her will until she willingly submitted to them from sheer humiliation.
“Hurry, hurry everyone!” The young woman smiled widely at Supergirl. Supergirl tried not to give away the sudden flutter and build of strange erotic excitement inside of her as the girl finished the final snips to make her micro mini skirt. Baby now inspected the job looking all around Supergirl. The mangled skirt seemed to hover just above Supergirl’s ass giving a slight view of her lush cheeks barely hidden by it.
“Good, good…I want plenty of dicks hard for her.” The bratty young girl said pulling the tape painfully away from Supergirl’s mouth. “We will be asking premium prices for this pretty little ah lian!”
“What’s going on here?? Release me or you all will be sorry! Your careers will be ruined when this gets out!” Supergirl said spitting out the disgusting cloth.
Just past Miss Yeung’s team was the thin nervous man in the lab coat. She watched as he timidly slipped past them close to her.
“She…she’s still powerless correct?” she heard him whisper behind her.
“If I were not, you would all be dead by now! Do you hear me?!” Supergirl said in her most threatening voice.
“As long as you got it right Prof. Miller, then we’ve got nothing to worry about right?” Conner’s brash cockiness was openly apparent as he slapped his hand on the uneasy man’s back.
The nervous man gulped hard, and then lifted Supergirl’s long flowing hair until he was at the back of her costume. He tugged at her collar just between her bare back and her cape. Supergirl could feel something cold and metallic being pushed inside her costume. It felt like a small flat object, curving to fit her back.
“What is that?? What are you doing?” She struggled to turn and see behind her.
“Owww!!!” Supergirl grimaced as it seemed dozens of pins penetrated her back and she felt the cold metal of the device seem to lower and attach itself just over her spine.
‘What was that? What are they up to?’ she asked herself but was suddenly distracted.
“Baby, what are those for?” Conner asked watching as Angela carried over a set of wrist and ankle shackles. “Those wont hold her if this damn thing doesn’t work on her!!”
“It’s for theatrics!” the girl said as pleasantly as she clamped each of silver cuffs over Supergirl’s booted ankles until they clicked into place. “People want to see the sexy captive superheroine brought in, in chains! Princess of superheroines captured!” She pulled the chain attaching the anklets to the wrist restraints and clamped each over the soft blue of Supergirl’s costume, binding each of Supergirl’s wrists. “Very exotic…very Hollywood, baby… very sexy!” Her hand gently lifted Supergirl’s chin slightly, admiring her work. “We never did this for the others, but SHE is special, she’s the crown jewel of their kind. We’ve been after her for months now.”
“I’m not doing anything; I demand that you release me!” Supergirl threatened in her most dangerous voice yet.
“I don’t know what they’ve told you Miss Yeung but I am the real Supergirl, and this is a serious crime.”
“Shut your mouth wondergirl or Supergirl, whatever you call yourself old lady! I know exactly what I’m doing.”
“This…’spell’ will not hold me forever. I don’t know what you think you’re going to do, but when I get free, all of you are…..” she stopped suddenly watching as the girl now tugged on the shoulders of her costume.
Supergirl fell silent as the woman pulled her costume down to her elbows on each side now exposing her beautiful round tits and the golden lasso stretched between them. Her heart raced as the girl’s brown eyes caught hers in a dead stare and then slowly Angela examined the lasso piercing Supergirl’s breast, with great caution she began to undo the lasso.
“So you’ve finally come to your senses.” Supergirl watched her intently, she knew they had no intention of releasing her, something strange was going on. There was no way they would release her so easily. Her eyes cut back to Wonder Woman who now approached her from behind. She grabbed Supergirl at the elbows, holding her steady. Athena glanced back to her and took note of her body’s position behind her. Wonder Woman would be the only one who could challenge her…but Supergirl had no intention of allowing the Amazon to take her this time once the lasso was removed.
‘This is it!’ she thought watching as the woman removed the first side the lasso from her nipple. Supergirl’s heart raced, she tried to keep composed, watching for any trace of their plan. She felt confident that whatever they thought could hold her she would easily defeat.
“Oh healing already?!” the girl exclaimed as the small piercing from Supergirl’s erect nipple healed instantaneously. Hesitantly she looked back as if waiting for someone to stop her.
Supergirl could feel herself regaining control of her movements. She flexed her arms, ready to pounce as soon as she was free of the golden bindings. She could tell they were unsure about something, something hinged on these next few moments.
Angela turned and carefully removed the second binding from Supergirl’s perky tits and stepped back, her eyes fixed on Supergirl.
The mighty maiden of might flexed her hands, she was in control again!
“Big mistake….BIG mistake…” The leggy superheroine smirked as she pulled her costume back in place. She looked down at the shimmering ‘S’ on her chest now unruffled by the imprint of the hidden lasso. She felt a rush of her old self return all at once.
“I don’t know what game you were playing at but you’re all going to prison…and you,” she looked at the two Conner Kingsleys standing in almost mirror image of each other. “Both of you are going to admit to everything when I’m done here!”
Supergirl felt the sudden charge and vigor of a weight lifted from her. She was again master of her own movements. Her eyes narrowed as all around her they stared silently at her. Angelababy was no long prattling on about some stupid schedule. The mighty Supergirl clenched her fist and pulled at the steel shackles holding her. She was ready to spring into action!!
“As soon as I’m…..” she stopped suddenly. The Chains around her wrist wouldn’t break. Supergirl looked confused for a moment. She could feel her powers inside of her, she had torn similar and even larger bindings like tissue paper before. She pulled again at the steel but nothing happened.
“Oh, not so tough anymore, huh bitch?” Angela laughed as suddenly the silence all around Supergirl was shattered with the snickering and giggling of her captors.
“I…I don’t understand…what’s going on? What did you do to me?” The perplexed superheroine demanded.
“Big mistake…BIG mistake, haha” the laughing girl placed her hands on her hips imitating Supergirl’s signature pose, mocking her.
“What were you saying Supertits?” both boys laughed in unison.
Rage and humiliation built inside Supergirl. She turned quickly slamming her elbow into Wonder Woman’s midsection. Wonder Woman taken by surprised doubled over in pain releasing her grip on Supergirl.
“I may not have my powers back yet, but it doesn’t make me any less a Hero!” Supergirl shouted back at the now stunned crowd. She lunged for the bratty girl, grabbing her and pulling the linked chain of her shackles over the woman’s neck.
“Release me now or she dies!” Supergirl said in her most harden and desperate voice.
“Kill her.” Conner said calmly. “Oh….but you won’t, will you? It’s against some great heroine code isn’t it? You’re bluffing sweetheart. Even if you had all your power back, standing in that whore of a costume, and it meant loosing yourself, you couldn’t do it! Could you?” he said harshly.
Deep inside Supergirl knew he was right, she tried to stay true to her bluff, her heart pounding and mind racing for a way out.
“Try me.” She tried to sound convincing as the spoiled debutant struggled against her, tugging at the chain over her throat.
Wonder Woman started towards her but was stopped.
“No need for that.” Supergirl’s eyes turned toward the sulking little man in the lab coat who had spoken. “There’s a better way.” He said then began tapping a device that looked like a small phone.
“…..nnnngggggggaaahhhhh!!!” Supergirl’s legs buckled. Her body tingled all over as a sudden rush of pressure built between her legs. Her hands now released her grip on the girl and Angela slammed her own elbow hard between the caped superheroine’s legs.
“AAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!” Supergirl fell to her knees, cupping her throbbing sex. Her nipples seemed overly sensitive beneath the tight satin costume and her entire body seemed to float in passion. She fought the overwhelming feeling of wanting to release as her temperature seemed to rise beyond control. Her hips buckled uncontrollable as if some invisible partner were penetrating her. She felt the full sexiness of her own costume with every small movement was a new arousal. Her libido seemed to have been turned on by a switch somehow and was beyond her own control. Was it her imagination or could she feel someone squeezing her breast and the wet unmistakable feeling of a dancing tongue making quick work of her anus. Her body tensed and her toes curled inside her boots. Was she going mad?? She couldn’t think straight, she was overwhelmed with the desire to be fucked and used in any fashion, and the more daring the better…she just needed the release like a drug addict needed a fix.
“What did you …aaahnnngggg…do to me?” she struggled to ask, loosing control of her own body. Her legs trembling, her thoughts were no long strategies of escape, but filled with lustful fantasies she had hidden deep inside herself, perverted fantasies that allowed for her own sexual demise.
“That’s enough, don’t damage her! I think she understands now. It’s time to go.” Angela said waving her arms frantically.
Just as it had started, suddenly the chaotic feelings and erotic desires were gone. Supergirl looked up out of breath a the smiling man in the lab coat and now remembered the slender device he had inserted inside her costume and attached itself to her back.
‘This was responsible.’ She thought trying to compose herself. She knew she had to be free of it somehow to get her true powers back.
“You stupid whore!” the agitated girl ran over to Supergirl helping her to her feet. “If you weren’t worth billions to us, I would have you killed right now you fucking little costumed slut!” She pulled Supergirl up painfully by her hair.
“Let’s go.” Conner said as he flashed his playboyish smile from behind Supergirl, pulling the devious looking Angela away. “Maybe when this is over, you’ll have your chance with her, Baby.”
“Whatever, I’m going to need to renegotiate my rates with your dad.”
Supergirl’s shimmering red cape danced behind her as she was pushed past the opening room and into a hallway. They moved at a quick pace, trying to keep up with Angela as she lead the way. Supergirl found walking difficult, the steel cuffed leggings gleamed over the red leather of each of her boots and only allowed for small strides. Where was this mad journey going to end for her? Somehow she had to plot her escape and clear herself.
“Come, come. Bring her.” The pissed Angela said bluntly. “I can’t wait to see what those old fat old men do with your precious ass princess.” She spat backwards.
The hallway emptied into an even larger room than before. The woman pulled her inside the large dark cool room to the center where a marker had been placed for her to stand. Supergirl strained to see what type of room this was in the darkness, and then noticed the large heavy velvet curtains placed just feet away from her.
“Now Supergirl,” the young girl stood on the tips of her toes to whisper to her delightfully, “you are now property of the Kingsley Corporation…”
“Never!”
“Like it or not ‘Supergirl’” she said sneering her lips. “Your days as the world’s number one superheroine are over, and I’m going to enjoy every bit of it!”
She turned and with Conner in tow darted into the darken background.
Supergirl turned to say something just as the large curtain before her was parted. She shielded her eyes from the blinding light until finally she could see them.





Chapter 13


Benjamin Kingsley ascended the stairs to the stage with a brash confidence and staggered grace seen rarely. He brushed back his short salt and peppered hair that had been cut the morning before by a stylish flown in from Morocco. His suits were hand made from silk spun from the finest shops imported from Italy. The Swiss wrist watch he wore was worth more than many small countries would see for the year. He smiled and nodded as he climbed the steps to the stage. His suave demeanor gave the illusion of him gliding along the long floor. At fifty he was rugged and well built, direct, and used to getting what he wanted. He had built his empire by his own hands, and would sacrifice anyone to defend it.
“Good afternoon dear friends!!” he said in jovial and playful voice as he stood behind the podium at center. Two men with camera and microphone crouched along the bottom of the stage panning his image to two large overhead video screens
“As I look around this room, I see the life blood of our world today. The true kings of the world, without us society would cease to exist, economies would collapse and anarchy would rule the world. As I have stated in our previous meetings, “for those who enjoy the best life has to offer, only the things we cannot obtain truly thrill us.” He paused to a small splatter of applause from the hundred or so men and women gathered together.
“As you know, Kingsley Enterprises has a large portfolio. We drill for oil in Arabia, the diamond and gold mines along the South African coast, extracting uranium for our weapons division in Kazakhstan. Our manufacturing spans all continents, our media stations blanket a variety of movie and prints in forty countries and fourteen different languages. But those divisions pale in comparison to our latest endeavors.” He paused. “Project23, Advanced Fantasies Realization came into effect just last year with great success. Anything is possible…for a price; you can truly indulge in your wildest fantasies of anything or anyone!”
There was a smatter of applause from the gathered people watching as servants moved between them refilling fluted wine glasses.
“As the project has grown, we have achieved in securing some of the more, choice request of our clients, but today, we have out done even ourselves…..

Before:
“Now Supergirl,” the young girl stood on the tips of her toes to whisper to her delightfully, “you are now property of the Kingsley Corporation…”
“Never!”
“Like it or not ‘Supergirl’” she said sneering her lips. “Your days as the world’s number one superheroine are over, and I’m going to enjoy every bit of it!”
She turned and with Conner in tow darted into the darken background.

Overhead, Supergirl could see two large screens flashing images of her from various TV spots and even a modeling session she had done for charity. She watched as many of the scenes were cut close to her, moving up from foot level up her body then panning out to show her in the tight fitted familiar blue and red caped costume. She watched thinking the camera man seemed to focus quite a bit on her back legs and the bouncing flap of her mini skirt as the wind billowed. In the background several young men could be seen staring at this with wagging tongues, unaware that their expressions were captured by the camera.
Supergirl turned to say something just as the large curtain before her was parted. She shielded her eyes from the blinding light until finally she could see them.

Now:
He paused then turned to the closed curtain behind him.
“Esteemed guest, I present to you ……..SUPERGIRL!!!”
As the curtain opened Supergirl’s eyes came into focus to see the tall silver haired man standing on stage to her right. Past him the room was filled with several seated people in divided glass cubicles. She strained to focus her eyes coming from the darkness to see each cubicle contained a table with plush chairs. On nearly every one she could see expensive caviar and fine fruits. Bottles of champagne chilled to the side on silver stands as girls dressed alike manned each cubicle refilling glasses and seeing to the needs of the guest. The Men and women seated in each enjoyed a darken silhouette from the lights that made it impossible for her to see them from the stage, but she could see that many of them were dressed in everything from expensive western style business suits to traditional cultural dress from the East. They seemed to stare at her from their hidden views, tipping their glasses in approval.
“What’s the meaning of this?” She demanded testing the chains again. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“As you can see, she is the real thing.”
Supergirl’s anger grew as he completely ignored her and continued addressing the crowd.
“Whatever you have planned, it’s not going to work. Do you know who I am?” the laughter from the crowd only pissed her off more.
“Supergirl, allow me to introduce myself. I am Benjamin Kingsley, founder and owner of the Kingsley Corporation.” He walked over to her seemingly taken in by his first personal look at Supergirl. His eyes looked over the petite young girl, amazed that this was the true “Supergirl” in such a young and tight package.
“I know who you are, scum. You set this whole thing up, didn’t you? You used your son, maybe told him the money would stop if he didn’t get involved in your scheme to lure me out.”
“Hmmm…I see you’re more than just a pretty face Supergirl.” He said circling her as the camera men followed behind getting views from the back of Supergirl’s nearly exposed ass in the stripped down skirt.
“You made sure I would find that stolen car ring and everything just snowballed from there. Bur why? Why would you go to so much trouble to tarnish my image when I know your people had drugged me just the night before?”
“To answer that, let’s meet some previous stage guest.” He motioned behind her.
Supergirl turned to see several people she hadn’t noticed standing in a line at the back of the stage. Two large men stood at each end and in the middle were four bound and gagged superheorines. At the end she immediately noticed the witch Zatanna in her fishnets and campy magician costume, Powergirl seemingly struggling but somewhat obedient, and Wonder Woman. The Amazon princess was bound and gagged as the others, missing were her belt, bracelets and magic lasso. She looked angry and agitated having to be displayed as a prisoner in front of Supergirl. Athena could tell from her eyes that she seemed as pissed off at her captors as she did having Supergirl see her like this. The first girl Supergirl had never seen before. The girl had long black hair and wore a golden bikini like costume with matching mask and cape. A large emblem with the letter “GA” had been sewn into the golden top on her left breast.
“These are superheroines, how dare you have us tied up like this!” Supergirl said aghast. “You can’t do this to us!!”
The man smiled slyly then continued as Supergirl began pulling again at her cuffs.
“Our first request for a superheroine brought us the “Golden Avenger!” he laughed and Supergirl looked at the first girl in the golden costume. “Don’t be surprised if you never heard of her, she was a member of your fan club. A teen girl inspired by her idol Supergirl, admiring you, longing for the feeling of wearing one of those cock teasing skimpy costumes like yours. Making boys fall all over themselves for her while fighting crime and upholding justice, maybe posing for the cameras as the crowds cheered. Maybe someday becoming a celebrity like you Supergirl.”
Supergirl’s felt repulsed as his hands fell on her caped shoulders. Never had she wanted someone to touch her less than this. She looked at the young unknown girl and thought for a moment…was she responsible for this girl’s plight?
“It was her second night out as a “superheroine”, she had some success the night before foiling a mugging but when we came upon her, we captured her fairly easy. Her inexperience in the real world led to her being offered here.”
Supergirl’s fist clenched, her breath became short as he continued.
“But she was not the true idea of Project 23. Our clients want the chance to fuck a Real superheroine,”
Supergirl’s head turned away from him in defiance.
“We’re going to offer them the fantasy of their dreams in any way they desire, exclusive private adventures with the fulfillment of their deepest desires, no matter how fetish, kinky or erotic…any way they want you, Supergirl. It will be the first time we’ve offered a superheroine open to every bidder.”
“Never!” Supergirl’s long hair whirled around as she threw him a threatening look. “I will never allow such a thing to happen!”
“You don’t have a choice Supergirl. Or would you prefer I have Professor Miller turn you into a withering little slut for us right now with his device?”
Supergirl’s heart raced, she tried to suppress the look of shock on her face as she remembered her previous encounter in the dressing area.
“hmm…and since we have you and these other famous superheroines, I don’t think we have a need for a fake.”
Supergirl heard his last words and her eyes turned to the young blonde heroine in the golden costume.
“NO!!!!!!!!!” she screamed but it was too late. The large henchman standing beside the girl pulled a gun from beneath his jacket and fired shots into her. The wide eyed bound girl seemed to scream and plead behind her gag and mask as she fell forward from the several blazing shots behind her. Blood spilled across her body, staining her shimmering golden costume in a deep hue of red and ran down her smooth white skin. The shapely young girl seemed to fall in slow motion as a rain of her own blood splattered across the stage and pooled out from her body. The Golden Avenger, the blonde teen superheroine lay motionless at his feet, eyes staring dead into the floor.
A few screams and uneasy moans seemed to rumble in shock from the crowd of unseen guest as the remaining three heroines lunged at the gun man only to fall before their second step. Their bound hands clasped between their legs as they fell to their knees. Each girl moaned uncontrollable, biting into their gags. They collapsed to the floor, hips swaying back and forward as if some invisible fiend were having his way with them.
Supergirl’s hair stood on ends, she had experienced this herself just a short while ago. She quickly spun around to see Professor Miller standing backstage tapping his device and the young actress/model Angela standing beside him enjoying the sudden surprise and situation of the powerful costumed girls. She made eye contact with Supergirl, unseen by anyone else and slowly nodded towards her as if to say “you girls have finally gotten what you deserved”.
“You Bastard, how could you murder that girl in cold blood!!?” The powerless Supergirl tried to reach out to him but was stopped by the shackles.
“It’s because she won’t be missed. Once we capture a superheroine, our labs have perfect replicas built and designed to take their place.”
The second Wonder Woman, who had helped in Supergirl’s abduction, now walked onto the stage. She glanced mischievously at her bound counter part struggling and cumming on her knees before proceeding in grabbing the Golden Avenger’s lifeless legs and dragging the dead superheroine from the stage.
“You cloned them?” Supergirl asked in shock.
“Cybernetics, she is a machine on the inside. By duplicating the heroines DNA they can replicate the features of the genes inside and eventually duplicate powers not quiet as powerful as the original but convincing. Your Kryptonian DNA is too complex for us to decipher, therefore Supergirl had to disappear for her own reasons.”
Supergirl looked at Zatanna, Powergirl and Wonder Woman. Finally the device had been idled and the three lay exhausted, gasping on the stage floor. The trail of blood lay just beside them where the girl had been dragged off.
“We captured them months ago and replaced them each with a duplicate. Can you imagine the search the Justice League would launch if Wonder Woman had gone missing for so long? Instead they see them at every meeting, unaware. Even “their” powers cannot distinguish the difference.”
“What? Get your hands off of me!” Supergirl struggled as the tall man spun her to face the audience again.
“And you Supergirl are safer here than out there where you are a wanted murderess.”
“What???” Supergirl stammered as she was being pushed to the front of the stage.
“It seems the bodies of Zatanna and Powergirl were found after your very public fight and escape. The police have orders to shoot you onsite, and thanks to the kryptonite tipped bullets provided by the Luthor Corporation.” He waved to a hidden figure in the audience. “, they have every intention of killing you before you do anymore damage.” He now was reaching around her, grabbing the ends of her skirt in his hands.
“You destroyed your own clones?” she asked stunned at what lengths he would go to, her hands fell to the front of her skirt, pulling it down from being raised.
“Yes and now that the world knows those two are dead, I don’t see any reason why I should trouble myself with the real ones anymore. After all, it was you Supergirl we really wanted.”
Supergirl felt him again look towards his goon holding the gun. She turned to see the henchman again draw his weapon and place the end against Zatanna’s bowed head.
“No!! Don’t!!!” she shouted.
The henchman looked back at Benjamin, awaiting orders to execute.
“I’ll…I’ll do whatever you want…” Supergirl said timidly. “Just spare them…please…I’ll do whatever you ask….” Her chin fell to her chest, defeated and broken. An unusual feeling of helplessness and surrender crept over her as she brushed away a welling tear. Her heart raced, pounding inside her chest at the sudden adrenalin rush.
“Good girl.” Billionaire Benjamin Kingsley said brashly. He moved beside her like a great hunter finally bagging his prey. It was the same pride and cunning in his stride when he closed a major deal or crushed a competitor’s business. He now had a precious resource that no one else possessed and he intended to use her for as much profit as he could. He smiled, thinking of a crass joke, that Supergirl for years was literally sitting on this potential and never knew it.
Supergirl felt limp, her entire body seemed to tingle under their watching eyes. She had never felt this defeated before. She hated herself for having to comply with the villain’s wishes but she didn’t have a choice, the lives of some of the world’s most admired heroines hang in the balance. She glanced again back at the three weak superheroines behind her and the two threatening henchmen standing over them with weapons in hand, she couldn’t face the thought of being truly responsible for their deaths.
Kingsley removed a key from his pocket and undid the shackles from her wrist and ankles. “You don’t need to be restrained do you? You’ll obey as told correct?”
Strangely Supergirl felt aroused by her new position of vulnerability.
“yes.” She said solemnly while a sexual excitement seemed to rise inside of her as well as a new energy of exhilaration filled the room.
“Ladies and Gentlemen.” Kingsley addressed the hidden faces in the audience. “Your number one requested fantasy!” He took Supergirl’s hands and placed them on the front of her skirt, curling her fingers under the end and gave her a knowing look.
“Bidding is officially open!”
Supergirl’s heart raced. She unwillingly lifted her skirt to give them a look a her satin blue panties and shapely smooth thighs beneath it. The cameras zoomed into her sex giving the bidders a close detailed look between her legs, and to her horror, the salt stains that made an eerie lake of discoloration along the unmistakable edges of her pussy were now on the overhead display.
Supergirl jumped, startled by a sudden light from one of the hidden tables. A small soft white light illuminated on top of the table at the cubicle. She could see for the first time the occupants seated there, a large grinning man with a desperate look on his face. But as soon as his light was lit it was off again and the illumination jumped to another table of three men in dark suits.
“The highest bid for first fantasy now belongs to the DeWitt Brothers.” Kingsley said as he spun the heroine around to show them her back.
Supergirl forced herself to allow the fiend to lift her skirt and show off her panty clad ass to the rich perverts. Behind her she could see the reflection of the lights popping on and off faster now. She gasped as she felt his hand slide between her legs and cup his hand over her ass.
She winched suddenly as she felt the sharp slap across her shapely ass. He was pulling at her costume, wedging it between her pussy lips. Her breath had become short and quick as she allowed him to handle in whatever way he pleased. Her cape whirled as he spun her facing the audience again.
“No, please…don’t” She begged him but she could feel him hard behind her. Her soft slender body in the shimmering costume had excited him beyond his control as the lights from the bidders continued to flash.
“Don’t, please….not here…..” Supergirl begged as he forced her down to her knees, he bent her over, pushing her tits to the floor while her round ass aimed skyward. The small red skirt of her costume flipped backwards down her back as her cape with the Super emblem was pushed aside. Supergirl felt humiliated in this position, if only she had her powers she could save herself and the others, but she was looking up at the large screen where her costume covered peach was now being displayed with great grander. The tables flashed as the price climbed to be the first to have her privately on their own terms.
Her breath was heavy now, short and quick. She could feel an odd excitement swelling in he own sex. She felt the oncoming rush of wetness, fighting to put the tiger back in its cage…it was maddening.
“nnnffffggggg….” She tried to stifle her moan as she felt his finger pushing against her tender clit. She wondered what the bids were, taking a look into the crowd she gasped and her heart skipped a beat. She now noticed that as the lights lit up, she could see some familiar faces.
Jimmy Hayes, the young boy who powered his website into billions, face was now lit as the highest bidder for her. Supergirl thought back to just two months earlier when she had just been a guest at one of his charity parties…’had he known of this plot then?’ she wondered. Her attention quickly turned from the boy as another bidder put out his light with a higher bid. She felt him pulling at her costume, tugging the tight blue strip of material away from her covered sex.
“How many of you would like to be where I am right now? How many of you would like to fuck Supergirl?” He asked them as tears of frustration welled in her eyes. Supergirl clawed at the stage, defenseless to stop him while the others were being held hostage. She could feel the sudden exposure of her moist sex, turning to see the bidder’s lights again through her fallen hair.
She felt his hand again stroke her naked pussy, his fingers slick with her juice, to her shame he showed the excited crowd.
“Could this be happening? Is this real?” she asked herself hoping to wake up but instead she felt his fingers again, this time it was something cold and slippery, not on her sex but he had placed something greasy between her ass, just at her…
Her eyes went wide. Her face blushed a deep red hue and the hair on neck stood up.
“No, not like that! No, I wont allow it!” she tried to rise from her bent position but he was stronger than her. He pressed his hand into her back sending her back down to the floor and taking both her hands, crossing them behind the small of her back.
“No…don’t do this to me….not here….not like this…..you can’t…..” she begged him as tears of shame steamed down her lovely face.
“Let me show you ‘Supergirl’ what true power is.” She heard him say as she felt his rock hard cock position between her ass. “Let me show you what money and wealth can do, even to the most powerful girl in the world.” She felt him sliding between her buns, the tip of his penis now pressed gently against her anus.
“NO…NO…NO…don’t do this to me…..not in front of them all………please, I’m Supergirl….you can’t do this to me…..” she cried looking into the audience hoping for some rescue. But instead the flicker of the bidders only continued faster. One table seemed to be constantly competing with them all. She caught a flash of the man there in the dark suit and saw his face. The billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne stared down at her before another bid cloaked him in darkness again. She had never met him before but something about his eyes seemed familiar to her.
“Ahhhnngg…..don’t….mmmmmffff” She was suddenly brought back from her brief encounter as she felt his thick penis sliding on the lubrication and pushing into her virgin ass. Her toes curled inside her red boots, her body tensed as he penetrated her in the most degrading way.
“Even superheroines bow before Gods of industry, whore.” He pulled her arms backwards, making her take his cock deeper. “You crime fighters with your powers are nothing; see how easy I’ve brought you to your knees Supergirl?”
Her mouth fell open into a silent scream as his meaty member slid fully into her tiny hole. He pulled back and then pushed in again, pumping her ass as his pelvis created a slapping sound spanking against her ass.
Supergirl was mortified. She felt a strange erotic pleasure of having her ass raped; a powerful heroine like herself being taken in such a manner seemed to ignite her own voracious libido. Having her hands pinned behind her as he pumped her for his own enjoyment, being unable to stop him as he used her for his own sexual perverted satisfaction strangely turned her on. Bruce Wayne’s light as highest bidder was on again, she glanced at him and turned away quickly, unable to look at his face, ashamed at him seeing the true Supergirl so undignified.
Kingsley must have seen this because now she felt the pain of having her long hair being pulled backwards. He was forcing her to show her face to them. He wanted them to see her like this as he had stopped for the moment pumping her but still filled her with his cock. Supergirl’s eyes met those of Lex Luthor, sipping his champagne; enjoying watching her…and then he vanished again as the light once more turned to Wayne’s table.
Kingsley released her hair as Supergirl fell forward, her body aching and poor ass finally getting relief as he slid from her. The girl of steel fell forward, her thighs trembling and anus sore from the pounding. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tried to catch her breath. But he wasn’t done with her yet.
“The mighty Supergirl,” he looked down at her taking Supergirl by the arms he pulled her backwards and laid her on her back. “Look how young and tender she is, how virgin ripe she is. Probably has never had a sexual experience like that before…but she could probably take on the entire room right now.” He began to part her legs to show to the crowd.
“No….don’t….(gasp)….stop….(gasp)” Supergirl knew what he was after, she had hoped no one had noticed, she tried to close her legs but he pried them open. Again the camera zoomed into her sprawled position. What was once the small dried salt stain was now a soaking wet jagged spot of her wetness and dark blue between her legs.
“Looks like she enjoyed that more than I did.” He said.
Tears flowed down Supergirl’s face; she closed her eyes tightly wishing to die at that very moment.
‘It was true’ she thought. ‘I did enjoy the feeling, I did like it, it got me so hot…I couldn’t hold it back…..what’s wrong with me?’ she thought.
The crowd awed at the twisting struggling site of her on the large screens. The camera zoomed in close and they could clearly see the moist wetness on her inner thighs and the soaked strip of blue costume sticking against her mound.
Supergirl’s face turned a deep hue of red. The truth is he had forced her to cum twice already and she couldn’t control it. Was it her own body’s uninhibited wanting? Or was it something triggered by the device now fused to her back? She couldn’t think straight as the Boss Kingsley now tugged at her soaked satin blue panties. She felt him expose her to the crowd of buzzing participants watching. Her inviting pussy lay open to them as the bids seemed to pick up at this action but still she noticed as the lights for top bid jumped around; it seemed the playboy Wayne was desperate to have her.
Supergirl tried to push the man away but even at his age he was powerfully built, and in her state more than enough to handle her. His hands moved up her body, running over her upturned skirt and up her costume past her stomach. She felt him trace past the large triangle ‘S’ on her chest. A ting of resentment and humiliation seemed to excite her as the thought of how a mere mortal man had pinned her in such a position and now dared to feel her up. Her eyes fell on his diamond encrusted watch just below his sleeve as he caressed her breast through the satin blue top.
“You pig! Don’t…don’t touch me!” Her voice trailed off into a lusty moan. Supergirl tried to sound convincing but her body buckled with the rhythm of his touches. She tried to resist the feelings of paramount wanting welling inside of her as he massaged her breast, squeezing them tight together that made her back arch forward. He had positioned himself between her legs now. She felt the tip of his stiff cock pushing gently against her exposed dripping sex. She sneered resisting the urging inside of her, as the camera panned her body and found the sudden hardening and impression of her nipples pushing against her own costume. They zoomed back to get a good look of her spread legs.
The fiend only smiled evilly; he took hold of the neckline of her costume and tugged it down around her shoulders.
“No…don’t…” She panted feeling his manhood positioning itself against her
He forced it down around her shoulders until Supergirl’s bounding pinkish breast appeared. He tucked her costume and secured it below her large tits.
“Oh god….mmmmnnnggggggg…..” Supergirl felt his warm mouth cover her tender nipple as his tongue circled her, teasing her. His body fell closer into her, his cock slipped into her, penetrating her deep as the pressure of his staff filling her pussy made her own juices trickle quickly from all sides.
Supergirl arched her back from the reaction of it, her mouth gasped as her breath was hot and her body yearned for more. He pressed her large tits together taking gentle bites from her nipples. Pulling back from her and sliding easily in again on her slickness.
“Don’t wear her out, Benjamin.” A voice from the hidden crowd shouted. “I have a high bid in…I know I’m at least eighth!”
A sudden low laugh from them echoed in the large room as the lights from the final bids were now so large that only two are three were still vying for their fantasy first.
“Not to worry.” Kingsley said now lifting from her but still filling her mound. “She’s Supergirl…lets find out how many times she can cum before she’s useless.”
“OOhhhhhh…OOOhhhhhh….” Supergirl moaned, her body squirming in pleasure as he lifted her legs together placing them on his left shoulder, making her tighter for his own pleasure. He pumped into the superheroine’s pussy over and over, his cock throbbing inside of her as he pulled her into him faster and faster.
‘God no…not again….God….’ she gritted her teeth feeling the building wave of friction and sensation deep in her sex. It would be her third time forced to cum. Supergirl fought the desire, hoping to suppress it but the rising fervor was getting to great to restrain.
He pushed her legs over, making Supergirl roll over on her side. Kneeling between her legs he parted her again. This time he spread her wide enough that her right leg was high on his shoulder and her left still parallel to the floor like an open pair of scissors. He took his own cock by hand and angled himself back into her.
“AAahhhhhh…nnnnooo…….” Supergirl begged. In this position he was so deep into her, her delicate clit shuttered as he built up a rhythm again in stroking her. She didn’t know how much longer she could fight back the daunting release. She looked into the darken audience again. She could tell the men and women there were following along closely her demise, she could feel them looking at her, her powerful reputation being destroyed with each stroke of his cock.
“Come on girl, surrender it,” He ordered her.
“No….no…..” she panted back.
“You tight little cunt, you really are a good fuck.”
“no……I……” Her body stiffen, her muscles contracting as the dam exploded inside of her sex. Her hips pulsed and she felt herself pulling him in deeper to stimulate the sensation. Kingsley gasped overwhelmed himself and pulled his stiff member from her before exploding in a shower of white that rained down on her.
“What a prize you are Supergirl.” He laughed at the exhausted superheroine as his seed seeped into dark blue droplets across her snazzy costume.
Supergirl lay exhausted, sprawled on the floor. She forced herself to look back at the captured trio making sure that they were still safe.
Zatanna and Powergirl caught her gaze and immediately turned away from her, choosing instead to look at the floor they kneeled on. Wonder Woman unlike the others stared directly at her with a disapproving look, the kind a mother would give a child to scorn them. Supergirl couldn’t figure this out…she had done this to save them. She turned away, instead looking into the humming audience in the darkness and finally realized the bidding had ended. Looking around the room she saw the only face staring back at her lit by the remaining light. Bruce Wayne sat glowing in the only remaining light of the highest bidder. Her eyes grew with shock. There was something about him that seemed odd and strange. His powerful stare gave nothing away as Boss Kingsley now fixed himself to address the audience.
“Congratulations Bruce, your fantasy card is being arranged at this moment and we will have her waiting for you just as you’ve always pictured her in an hour, and then every consecutive bidder will have their wildest dreams come true as well.” He looked down at her. “I assure you, you won’t be disappointed.”
He signaled backstage.
Angela stepped onto the stage ordering the removal of the other three “sluts” as Powergirl, Zatanna and Wonder Woman were led off at gun point.
She stood over Supergirl smirking widely.
“How’s that virgin pussy of yours feel now bitch? “ The petite young girl laughed as she motioned for two henchmen. “Oh don’t worry; we’re not done with you yet Supergirl.”
The henchmen lifted Supergirl to her feet each taking her by the arm on either side of her.
“”I hope you enjoy wearing that cum…there’s a lot more waiting.”





Chapter 14

Supergirl was taken away from the stage and led deep into the hidden corporate complex of tunnels. Armed guards led her past dozens of passer bys in long white lab coats who glanced quickly at the brightly dressed superheroine and quickly hurried on their way. The young model Angela, led the way, walking ahead of the two large brutes on either side of Supergirl.
“Put her in here!” she ordered them opening a plain white door at the end of the hallway.
As Supergirl steps inside she is shocked at the scene before her. Inside, the spacious room is surrounded on all sides by large green holographic screens that flickered then with a burst of color and crystal clear sharpness the room changed into a very recognizable site for her.
“This...this is the war room of the Justice League!” Supergirl said astonished at the sudden change.
“That’s right Supergirl.” Angela said slyly. “It was the request of Bruce Wayne to have you here. Strange I thought…but his money, he gets whatever he pays for.’
“You’re insane! What makes you think I’m going to go through with this?” Supergirl turned to face the girl and the two large bodyguards. “You may have me prisoner here but you don’t control me!”
“Its your choice Supergirl, but if you don’t cooperate, I don’t think we can guarantee the safety of your colleagues Wonderslut, Zatana and Powerbitch. Remember, as far as the world knows you’ve already murdered two of them….it would to dispose of them if you refuse!”
Supergirl’s heart dropped. How dare they use the captured superheroines as hostages to force her into this…and yet, she couldn’t take the chance. She had already seen them execute the amateur heroine right in front of everyone. Supergirl’s brow frowned in anger, her blood boiled with hatred and disgust at the snotty young girl who had the advantage over her.
“Hmmm…that look on your face says it all.” Angela laughed pulling the small device from her pocket. “But just in case you have forgotten, we’ve got you wired. So I’ll just make sure the only powers you still have is that super-libido of yours.” The girl flipped a few switches on the dial then turned to leave with the twin thug, just before exiting she looked back. “I don’t know why Wayne would even bother with one of your kind, but if his taste ever changes from burgers to prime rib…..I’ll be just a call away.”
Supergirl thought it something strange to say but then looked behind her and saw the dark haired billionaire seated in one of the cushioned chairs.
“Hello Supergirl.” He said casually taking a sip from a scotch glass in his hand.
“Mister Wayne.” Supergirl said firmly, walking over to him as her high heels echoed inside the room. “I am surprised that someone like you is involved in something like this! Your reputation and image to the world is one of charity and community involvement, of upstanding involvement in fighting against crime and corruption around the world…”
“My reputation,” he interrupted her. “is one created by my publicist. It gives Wayne Enterprises a soft and warming feel to the world….but you’ve heard of my other reputation as well yes? Just this year I’ve had to endure the scandal with the Princess in Bali …and the other scandal with, um the other Princess in Morocco? Sisters are so different, but equally enjoyable. I guess I just have a weakness for beautiful and exciting women.”
Supergirl stood in front of him now realizing the rumors of him being a flighty, spoiled playboy were apparently true. Even with his smoldering eyes and brash handsome face something about him disturbed her. It was her instinct that hidden inside him there was something frightening like so many villains she had faced before. Was his humanitarian image just an act?
“Super-girl, you’re much younger than I thought.” He said looking her up and down form his chair, “I can’t imagine a small girl like you lifting trains into the air.”
Supergirl stood in front of him as she watched him staring intensely at her body in uncomfortable silence.
“And you’re much older than I though.” She lied. Honestly he was older than her but not fatherly age, more of an older established man like the ones that would keep young girls in a lavish lifestyle and provide for her every need until he moved on to the next city or the next naïve young model. She formed this opinion of him and now disliked him even more. She watched as he seemed to be taking in the sight of her, thinking or plotting back through thoughts he had of her before.
He looked at her like he had seen her several times before but never approached this moment. Her skirt felt shorter than ever and he seemed to see right through her satin costume to what was beneath. Unconsciously she crossed her arms, waiting for his next move.
“Dance for me.” He ordered her.
“Dance? What do you mean?” Supergirl asked taken aback by his request.
“Like the girls in the clubs, in the private rooms. I know you’ve seen them before.” He flipped a switch and music began playing inside the room. “Slow and sensuously, here in the Champagne room of the Justice League, make me want you, show me how sexy you are.”
Supergirl’s heart raced, her eyes moved around the room checking that it was empty, she could never escape the thought of what she was about to do being looked on by other eyes. She looked back at him, waiting expectantly. A blush of red tingled in her cheeks as she resolved herself to comply with his wish. She felt ridiculous at first rocking her hips slowly with the rhythm of the music, her body moving fluidly from side to side like the girls she had seen in the clubs owned by those scum she usually arrested. Reluctantly she slid her hands down the smooth satin of her costume, cupping her breast and arching her back, her legs parting, teasing him as he had requested. She turned her back to him catching a glimpse of a sly smile as she bent forward slowly. The small red mini-skirt hugged her ass and climbed higher and higher until he could see her firm ass just above her long legs. Supergirl felt a tear of humiliation, her lips tight with frustration as she grabbed her own ankles feeling mortified at this. Her fleshy red panty covered mound was now clearly visible to him, her skirt clinging high and ass presented to him. She could see him between her legs; his eyes dancing suspiciously away then back again to the soft pillow between her legs. He looked off and then back again at her, as if he knew he shouldn’t be looking but wasn’t able to control himself.
“Come closer whore.” He said loudly and took the last sip of whiskey from his glass.
Supergirl spun around to face him, her face angered by the reference.
“You’re no better than they are, filthy pig!” she snapped back at the same time parting his legs and reluctantly leaning on top of him. She pushed her body against his, sliding sensuously down him, her long silky hair feathering his body.
She could smell the expensive European cologne he was wearing, could feel the fine tailored black suit and smooth black silk Italian shirt he wore against his massive chest. She could feel his hard muscles beneath the tailored clothing, shocked by the condition of his body. Her own body seemed to be taken by surprise, she felt a tingle of excitement and attraction to the dark haired billionaire. She danced between his parted legs, her hands flirting with her own short skirt as his hands reached out and caressed her smooth curvy legs. He pulled at her from behind her knees and she climbed on top of his lap, facing him, resting her legs outside of his, the heels of her red boots pointing out of the chair. Her heart raced, she was on top of him now and he pulled her closer to him burying his face into her taunt stomach and gently biting at her through her costume.
“mmmmmm…..” a moan escaped from her and a rush of shame and resentment washed across Supergirl’s body. She turned her head away from him, pissed at the sudden lack of poise.
“No, no I can’t do this.” She tried to push away from him but his arms were now wrapped around her, pulling her close. Her skirt covered his lap but beneath it she felt his strong erection hard against her own costume covered clit. She felt him pushing hard against her soft clit, hips moving in long determined strokes against her mound. Her body tingled with excitement and a sudden fire lit inside her rapidly beating heart as she grinded against him. Still clothed she found the movement so pleasing to use his cock against her like this, teasing herself against his manhood. She bit her lip trying to hold back the building desire enflamed between her legs, she felt his hands against her back…something different was going on. For a second she snapped free of the moment, she could feel his hands against her back, fingers moving along the strange device beneath her costume.
“What are you…?” Before she could finish he pulled her down into him, kissing her full lips hard. “mmmmmmfff..” Supergirl melted in a fit of passion, her thighs tingled with anticipation and toes pointed inside her boots.
He pulled away from the kiss and planted his face into her hair smelling her sweet perfume, whispering. “Ssshhh…keep it quiet, I think they’re watching us.”
“Who’s wa…mmmffffff” Her mouth was filled again to quiet her wit another steaming kiss.
“Mmmmmmm….mmmmmm…” she moaned feeling his reaction to the act hidden inside her skirt. She leaned over him to kiss his neck.
“What’s going on?” she indiscreetly moaned where only he could hear her. She felt his hands stroking down the imprinted edges of the strange device along the smooth curvature of her back until his hands fell upon her ass just under her skirt. She gasp as his strong hands grabbed onto her bottom and pulled her forward causing his hard cock to push against her spread legs.
“Batman sent me.” He whispered to her, his hot wet mouth falling onto her neck.
“oh god…..” she moaned trying to control herself, feeling him take control of her.
“We knew Wonder Woman was a fake, but the only way to find her was to go undercover.” He quickly whispered moving to the other side of her neck.
“I need time to examine the device they attached to you to free you….”
Supergirl’s mind wondered to trust him or not. Was this just part of his sick fantasy?
“…without blowing my cover.”
Supergirl could feel his hands now sliding under her skirt. Her mind raced, confused by this sudden twist. She heard the sound of his zipper come undone beneath her creased skirt, and then a tug against her panties.
“If you want to escape, this is the only way.” He whispered to her.
She gasped as she felt his hard cock slip inside past the pulled material. She looked into his cold dark eyes as the smell of his expensive cologne filled her. Her body tensed as she felt him slide inside her, penetrating her wet inviting mound. Her hips slid forward, taking him in deep. He pumped her from below, sliding in and out of her in a circular motion.
Supergirl panted heavily, she felt as if she were riding some incredible sexual chair. She was incredibly turned on, he was much better at this than she was. She wondered was it years of having hundreds of women? She asked herself how he had mastered her so easily, his movements so fluid and determined. He plunged deep into her, her long hair fell back in a sudden jolt of ecstasy as her hips never stopped stroking his cock inside her distorted costume. He sat looking up at her and she felt pissed off that he seemed so calm and so in control, whereas she was shuttering and jerking in bolts of passion with every penetration his thick cock made into her. She could feel him fumbling with the device and then suddenly a small beep and her libido ignited.
“Oh god….what…what did you do???” she asked out of breath. Suddenly her body was on fire, her sex tingled and melted into a stream of wetness. She fell down on him in a surprising deep passionate kiss. Wayne’s eyes bulged, taken by shear surprise.
“Fuck me…god…you’ve got to make me cum…please…fuck me hard….i …I need to cum….please….” The passion inside of her burned and she felt like a drug addict looking for a fix. Supergirl didn’t know what she was doing, she just needed to have him take her hard. She quickly go to her feet pulling him up as well.
“Please…please…..” she hated herself for begging but the feeling was overwhelming. She pushed herself against the replica of the meeting table that Batman, Superman and all the heroes would meet to discuss cases, she bent herself over and spread her legs wide to where her dripping peach was exposed, inviting.
‘Damn it Wayne must have triggered something in the device!’ she thought but unable to resist.
“I’m Supergirl…I’m Supergirl…..” she tried to get control of herself but it was useless, her own fingers were teasing her pussy but it wasn’t enough.
Wayne’s eyes seemed wide and confused but he got to her and just the touch of his hands against her in this position sent shockwaves of excitement tingling up her spine. He looked around quickly then in an instance widened her stance, pulled the soaking wet material that covered her slick mound to the side. Supergirl’s fist curled, she hated him feeling her so wet, so vulnerable and whorish. What had they done to her?
Her mouth fell open as he entered her, she felt him slide deep into her easily sliding in until a splashing sound and the feel of her juices being forced out from her clit. Streams rand down her soft curvy thighs and into the tops of her red boots, she felt the trickle down to her feet inside.
“Yes..yess….aaaahhaaa…mmmmm….mmm…fuck me hard….break me…..its yours Bruce….its all yours….”
He stroked into her in long deliberate pumps, she felt him flatten her against the table, her ass shaking and being spanked by his pelvis with each shot.
“aahhhaa…aaahhhh…aahhhh….”
Her nails dug into the wood of the table, her body tensing and muscles aching, inside her mind some strange thought wished he would finger her as while he slid his cock into her and even the thought aroused her more. Her mind went back to what he had said earlier about ‘them’ watching…she could only think of what they saw now. Her bent over a table, the small super skirt flipped up and the billionaire playboy driving deep into her from behind while it seemed she enjoyed every minute of it, begging for more.
“You’re going to cum for me aren’t you Supergirl?
“….yes…n..no..I..” she stammered.
“I’ve watched you walking around in that ‘costume’ of yours…how many boys have you gotten hard just walking past them? Do you ever notice there eyes trailing behind you, hoping to see a flash of this ass?” He painfully slapped her ass.
Supergirl yelped silently, the sting of the blow causing her sex to tingle madly as she felt him paw at her.
“How many of your fans masturbate to you and you pass them by? You pass them totally oblivious to their inner most fantasies; and what about your hero colleagues that you’ve brushed up against innocently enough. Those men hidden behind their mask and restrained by there vow of justice…but secretly wanting to fuck you like this.” Wayne whispered behind her never stopping his assault on her body. His hard stiffening cock pulsated inside her, sliding in and out, pushed deep to her limits that she moaned uncontrollable. God he had such masterful control of her that, it felt as if he could make her cum at any moment he so wished. She felt him lift one of her legs and place it long ways on the table, spreading her sex wider for him, small droplets of her juices puddle on the table, dripping down from her glistening exposed sex. He leaned closer to her back so that only she could hear him now. “You know, this is the only way Supergirl.” She shuttered as he went deep into her again. “I haven’t a choice if you want to be rescued….neither do you.”
“No…no…I….mmmmmm…” she wanted to deny it. Her pussy throbbed as the wall of her resistance suddenly broke. She screamed, her hips jerking madly as one after another orgasm pulsated into her. The Maiden of Might surrendered herself, her body becoming limp as sweat and her own slick juices mingled. She felt him behind her, his well formed muscles flexed and his body stiffened.. It had been too much for him as well. She felt him slip from her, his throbbing cock pumping creamy white fluid down on top of her.
She felt his creamy cum splatter on her ass and thighs; it dripped into the tiny crevasses of her creased panties. She glanced behind her shocked at what had just happened.
“You liar.” Supergirl said angrily, she felt so stupid to believe his ridiculous story, she felt so embarrassed to be spread on the table like some common slut in costume used as a flaunty billionaire’s plaything. “You tricked me for your own disgusting pleasure.”
“It was the only way.” He said adjusting his clothing and carefully surveying the room. “I think even with the sudden switch of carnal lust in you, we may have short circuited the device.”
“Carnal lust???” Supergirl sneered, “Are you saying I….”
“Its ok Supergirl, I’m sure it wasn’t you but the enzymes that thing trigged in you.”
Supergirl sat up stunned. Was he actually accusing her of instigating sex with him? That she had somehow…. She stopped trying to remember the details of what happened. Before she could only remember him sliding in under her skirt as she sat on top of him…the rest was a blur….until ….screaming and cumming against the table as his cock showered down on her.
Bruce glanced at his watch and turned back to Supergirl
“We have to hurry, I have…..nnnnfffffgggggggg”
The playboy fell to the floor, a small device fell from his hand. Supergirl stood over him, tossing away the large decorative brass bowl she used to knock him out with. She picked up the device, and quickly read the words scrolled across.
‘ROOM SERVICE’
“He must have signaled to them that he was done. I have to hurry!” Supergirl quickly grabbed the man’s legs, pulling him across the floor and out of site.
“When I get out, I’ll make sure you get your day in court and everyone knows what kind of man you are. You really think I was going to believe a stupid story like that? Why wouldn’t Batman come himself?” She hurried to the door.
She could hear someone coming. She pressed her back to the side wall and waited.
Angela entered the room.
“Yes Mister Wayne how can we accommodate you? Perhaps a second girl is needed? A flog or some electrical devices?” She said in a joyous voice.
“I don’t think he’s got the strength right now.” Supergirl lunged at the girl.
“You!” she turned to see the costumed superheroine running to her. “What did you do?”
Supergirl ran hard to get to her before she could reach the strange control of the machine they had attached to her spine. Her heart pumped faster, she had to get to the girl before….
Angela clicked the button on the inhibitor. She smiled waiting for Supergirl to fall and wither at her feet like before.
Supergirl stopped, waiting for the sudden rush she had felt before, but none came.
“What??” The wicked smile on Angela’s face disappeared as she clicked the controls madly. She tossed it and screamed instead. “Helmmmffffffffffffff”
Supergirl tackled the girl, jamming a handkerchief she had taken from Wayne’s coat pocket into the small bratty girl’s mouth.
“Well I don’t have my powers back, but it looks like you don’t have control over me anymore.” Supergirl pinned the small girl down. “I should kill you for what you and they have done to me!’
“mmmffff…nnoommmffff….” The now frighten and cowardly girl looked up at Supergirl with horror, her mouth overfilling with the gag.
“But unlike you, I am a Superheroine, I live by the law.” Supergirl glared down at her, a plan now forming in her head. “But that doesn’t mean I cant give you a little payback.”

Half an hour later Supergirl finished buttoning up the designer silken top over her own costume. Because her breast were much larger than Angela’s the buttons strained to hold the ends together giving a small view to the large ‘S’ underneath. She whipped her hair up like a business woman and then checked herself in the nearby mirror.
“It’ll do if no one looks too close.” Supergirl said.
“”mmmffff..fffpppttt….you fucking bitch, untie me!”
Supergirl turned and walked to the bed where the girl Angela was tied spread and naked. Her trim body struggled against the ropes that held her at each end of the bed, her legs parted and neatly trimmed bush exposed.
“Keep this in your mouth Boss bitch.” Supergirl got some satisfaction from stuffing the rag back into her mouth. She picked up a clipboard that Angela had brought with her. She scanned the list until she found what she was looking for. “Ah here we are, Prince Jordan of Tzikistan. That fat butterball with the yellow teeth and one eyebrow, I think he’s a good choice for you.”
Supergirl smiled at the sudden struggling of the bound girl. She placed the clipboard to her chest to cover the peeking costume underneath Angela’s stolen clothes.
She got to the door and took a breath; she had to move fast without the guards outside getting too good a look at her. She opened it quickly and walked through.
The two large thugs were luckily huddled several steps to her right. She turned her back to them walking quickly the opposite direction.
“Prince Jordan is up,” she yelled behind her as the two men watched what seemed like Angela walking away from them. Supergirl dropping her head to hide it behind the clipboard. “And tell him to take his time with her, Mr. Wayne was …surprisingly quick.”


Supergirl wondered through the hallways looking for a way out. The massive underground facility seemed to go on and on. She passed several strange areas and placed marked as Level 1 personnel only. She ducked into a narrow passage as she saw the boy Conner and a group of other douche bags laughing happily pass her by. Finally her eyes fell on a familiar door. The one they had brought her through with the garaged on the other side. Supergirl relaxed, ducked her head and headed for it.


“You going somewhere Supes?”
Supergirl froze as she turned to face the voice coming from behind her.
“You’re a clever girl, in disguise.” The Wonder Woman clone stood behind her.
Supergirl turned as quick as she could and bolted for the door. If she had a chance to get to it she could possibly lock it from the other side…but a hand reached for her and pulled her backwards hard. She fell to the floor as the fake superheroine looked down on her.
“You may wear the costume, buy you’re no real heroine…as a matter of fact, you’re not even real, you’re a machine!” Supergirl lunged at her but the clone was too fast. She side stepped her attack and flung Supergirl into the wall.
“AAAahhhhhhhh….” The wall cracked as she slammed into it, her shoulder ached with pain as she fell to the ground.
“My powers haven’t returned yet.”
“To bad for you, now lets see the real you!” Wonder Woman grabbed at the expensive blouse and ripped it open revealing Supergirl’s dashing blue costume underneath.
Athena attacked her low, trying to kick her legs our from under the smug bitch but without her powers the Amazon didn’t move.
“Your attacks are feeble and useless.”
Supergirl felt the steel grip of the machine as it lifted her, she struggled to get free.
“If I had my powers, we’d see how long you would last you piece of scrap metal! Ahhhhnnnggggggg!!!” Supergirl was slammed hard into the opposite wall breaking through it until only her dangling lower body was visible in the hallway.
“It’s so amusing that you would try to hide like a little rabbit this way Supergirl. Ha-ha, what would your fans say if they saw the Mighty Supergirl, sneaking her way to an escape?” She grabbed at the long grey skirt Supergirl was using as a disguise and ripped it open as well.
“NNnngggggg……” Supergirl fell back from the wall, her body aching and in pain, her disguise now completely ripped away to reveal the familiar red, yellow and blue costume with the tiny flailing skirt.
“You’re a disgrace. How can you call yourself a superheroine?”
She had been discovered and now exposed in clear view. She slumped against the wall with the tattered remains of Angela’s clothing all around her. Pangs of hopelessness washed over her looking up at the much more powerful fake superheroine. Her eyes darted to the door, if she could only make it out…
“Fight me fair, give me back my powers!” Supergirl sneered.
“hahaha, do you think I was created without brains?” The Wonder Woman grabbed Supergirl’s top, twisting it tight in her fist and lifting the Princess of Power dangling to her feet. “Why would I give a tiger back its fangs when it’s much easier to handle you like this?”
Supergirl tried to break free from her grip but she was just too strong.
“Get your hands off of me!!!” the heroine now felt the clone’s other hand, cupping her soft breast. She saw Wonder Woman’s eyes fall upon her curiously.
“I defeated you first…you should have been mine to have first, not some bunch of rich perverts. I defeated you in battle….the spoils should have been mine, you should have been mine, bitch.”
“Let go of me!” Supergirl struggled then heard the thumping of boots fast approaching from the other side of the hallway.
Several men in Kingston security suits appeared with Conner shouting and pointing madly at the now unveiled Supergirl.
“There she is!! Shoot her!” He yelled enraged.
“Your father only ordered us to subdue and return, Sir.” A mechanical voice from one of the security soldiers replied. They drew their batons leaving their pistols holstered.
Slowly the team of men approached the two costumed heroines.
“No, I have her. I will bring her in.” the Wonder Woman clone said. “Eh...Professor Miller has some test to run on her…I need to take her…”
“No can do Wondie, orders directly from the CEO. We’ll take her.” The soldier reached out to grab Supergirl.
Athena struggled; she knew that her only hope of escape was slipping away. She tried to break free when suddenly something unexpected happened.
The lead security guard dropped to the floor from a swift and hard kick from the Wonder Woman clone.
“Take them both down!” another guard yelled as the men rushed to attack. Supergirl turned to see three of them attacking the fake Wonder Woman. She moved in attack mode unarming one of them and clearly breaking the arm of another. Two others attacked Supergirl. She avoided the first wild swing of one of the men, nailing his jaw with a solid punch in return.
“Oowwwwww!!!” She shrieked in pain, the boy fell to the floor but she grasped her own throbbing hand. ‘This is useless without my powers! There are too many of them!’ Supergirl thought looking over to the clone that now was surrounded by another four of them. They pummeled the Wonder Woman clone with their stun batons until she was finally down, gasping madly. The men then turned to Supergirl. The men smiled knowing the real threat of the clone had been neutralized and Athena watched them as they turned to approach her.
“Nnnggggg…” she grimaced as one of the men slammed his baton over the petite Supergirl’s neck, pinning her hard against the wall. She gasped trying to push the man away, balancing on the tips of her toes as her stretched and pinned form made her tiny red skirt rise, giving the other grateful men a view of her satin blue panties peaking out from underneath. The tight pulling of the costume had wedged itself into her soft mound and the clear form of her tender clit could easily be made out behind the shimmering camel toe between her legs.
“Nice trick switching places with Angela.” Conner snapped from behind the men. “You think you’re very clever don’t you? After my father has finished with you, I’m going to have you strapped down and sent to that asylum outside of town where all those costumed wackos are held and let them have you day and night! We’ll see how much cum your super pussy can fight off before one of them impregnates you!”
“no…no…” Supergirl struggled against the man’s choking hold on her, tears of frustration drizzled down her cheeks and the feeling of utter helplessness gnawed at her soul. “….NO!!!!!!”
With a burst of force and power the security guard was pushed backwards so hard that he sailed right through one of the glass offices across the hallway.
The remaining guards and Conner, stunned, turned their gaze to Supergirl.
Supergirl’s blood boiled, her nose sneered as she felt the rush of her own power returning to her. ‘Finally!’ she thought.
“It would seem your device no longer can control me or my powers!” She lifted herself up to full height, watching the now cautious men. The pain of her aching body disappeared, her body felt as if it had just come back to life from a long dormant sleep, refreshed and strong. The familiar air of confidence returned to her eyes as well as the sudden thirst for vengeance.
“Attack! Get her! Don’t let her get away!!!” Conner shouted from the rear.
“Don’t worry; I’m not going anywhere anymore!” Supergirl said as she flung several of the guards across the room. Her speed had returned as well as she dodged attacks, spinning and whipping her kicks hard enough to send teeth spraying across the floor. “I’m taking down this whole organization and exposing you and your father to the world!”
Conner slowly backed away from her as more guards rushed past him into the oncoming tornado that was Supergirl. With great ease she plowed through them, occasionally being hit with one of the batons. She grimaced at the sudden strikes but with her powers back the pain soon disappeared and she was able to tear past the entire troop. The last of the guards hit her with their weapon from behind, the sizzle of the electric end sparked against Supergirl. She turned and in one massive blow toppled them all down at her feet. Like a conquering warrior, the heel of her red leather boot stabbed at the top of the pile of large slumping men. Men who were two to three times her size, beaten and defeated by the young girl wearing the shimmering satin costume with the large blazing ‘S’ across her well endowed chest.
“Now for you.” The leggy Supergirl climbed over the pile of beaten guards. “All of this, all of it was your doing!” Her fist clenched tightly as she approached him. Anger welled inside of her as thoughts of finally rendering justice down on this boy.
Conner stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear at the approaching Princess of Power. Something inside of him was still aroused by her even at this most dangerous moment, like the men in the movies who watch dumbfounded as sexy vamps come to drain them of their blood.
“Stay away from me, I mean it!” the boy stumbled back, his hand coming across one of the flatten guards. He quickly grabbed the man’s revolver from his holster and aimed the gun at Supergirl.
“Give it up Conner, this is the end, its over!” She moved in closer, trying to control her anger at the boy but every time she looked at him she wanted to beat him to a pulp. “That will do you no good against me!”
The boy’s hand began to shake, he looked behind him. He had run out of room and now the wall was to his back. His eyes looked for a moment to the twenty men beaten behind her, she had walked through them like a buzz saw.
“G..go! Just go….you’re free…..” He stammered, she could see the sweat pouring over his forehead.
Supergirl stood with her fist at her hips in her classic heroine pose. A dominate and powerful force of justice meant to intimidate evil men into surrender.
“Too late Kingsley, you’ve lost everything. The truth about you and your family’s schemes will be exposed, and I’m sure when the board of executives find out about this project of your father’s all of you will be brought to justice to answer for your crimes!” She charged at him as his shaking hand raised the gun and fired.
Supergirl stopped.
‘Something…something’s wrong…’ she told herself. Her heart seemed to be racing, beating hard, her adrenaline running high. A searing pain burned from her right shoulder. She felt water or some warm liquid dripping down onto her fingers. Where was this coming from? She turned her head to see the bullet wound in her shoulder and the pooling red of blood staining her costume and running down her arm in droplets to the floor.
“I, I’m shot?” she said puzzled, her body in total shock of what just happened. She couldn’t move. Her heart raced faster, her knees buckled and she fell kneeling to the floor. How could this have happened? Her powers had disappeared again, this time at the time she needed them most!! Her mouth moved but no words came out. Her eyes fluttered as she fought the darkness from creeping into her eyes.
Conner smiled widely. He lifted himself to his feet, brushing his jacket off and gripping the gun in his hand.
“The Kingsley luck still holds.” He giggled madly. “Hell of a turn around for you Super-whore. I guess fate is ‘NOT’ on your side.” He said spitefully as he now walked confidently to the kneeling Supergirl. “I guess this is your last adventure.”
“…this, cant be real…I can not be…..how?....” Supergirl looked at the sight of her own blood staining her hand, it was unreal. She had power unimaginable; she could travel through space and tear trees from their roots. She could stop speeding trains and carry whole airplane to safety on her back. How could a single shot have fell a superheroine like her? From this feeling of terror and confusion she felt a sudden rush between her legs; she could feel a sudden spray of wetness beneath her panties. Her heart raced. Her thoughts wondered, was she getting sexually excited from facing this peril? Or was it something else?
‘Oh God th-that cannot be …did I pee myself??’ she thought unsure of what was now causing the feeling of the cold wet panties clinging to her clit. Her face blushed as shivers ran up her spine. Now not only would they find Supergirl’s murdered body but the evidence of her distress would be uncovered. A slow stream seemed to run down her thighs from under the skirt and streak into puddles on the floor.
“You must really be scared shitless eh little girl?” Conner smirked amused at the discovery; his eyes watched the streams of embarrassing water crawl under her.
Supergirl snapped from her daze and looked up in horror to see him standing over her. Her body was paralyzed with fear. In her mind she kept uttering the thoughts. ‘I’m shot…I’m…shot…’
The blood stain on her costume now reached the ‘S’ on her chest, spreading wider and wider across her beautiful shimmering costume. She felt a sharp dagger like pain from her side, her breath became shallower and her bloody hand now trembled uncontrollable.
“Damn, such a shame, I would have loved to have fucked you. What a waste of a nice piece of ass like you” He said as he pressed the revolver along her jaw and she could feel the cold steel of the weapon. What to do? Her mind raced but the panic and haze inside her head couldn’t formulate a plan.
“…but I’d rather keep my fortune.” He said as his eyes met her stunned glare.
“I…i….i..” she could only eek out.
The blue eyed boy leaned into her and pressed his lips hard against hers. A final kiss before her demise.

“Mmmmm…mmmmmm…..” a tear fell from the corner of Supergirl’s eye as his tongue forced its way into her mouth, adding a final insult to her and then at last pulling away.
Her body felt heavy and cold, her chest ached from the wound. The Mighty Maiden of Might slumped from her knees back on her heels. She watched him like some nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from as he pressed the end of the gun against her tender young forehead.
It had only taken one bullet at close range to bring her to her knees. She had been so confident that she never thought such a thing could have happened. How could this be the end of her? She couldn’t, Supergirl couldn’t die like this…could she? Her body swooned from the loss of blood as the darkness began to overtake her.
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There is a hidden final chapter. Coming soon.

I've read these elsewhere (Wizard's Lair?). It's great stuff! Thanks for writing(?) them!

Would love to see the hidden chapter... Love the secret identity parts of the story for sure...

Excellent SG story and please post the hidden finish. Also you really should write a new story for the Wizard's Lair WW story contest.http://www.superheroinecentral.com/~wiz ... es2012.htm

aweosme story.