Supergirl in Wrongfully Imprisoned
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Supergirl and Mr. Cox
Early beams of morning pour in the 5th floor windows of the small off campus apartment. Radiance from a yellow sun splashes around a galley kitchen, giving it light and warmth. In walks a 5' 6" young female, her blonde hair pulled back fastened into a ponytail by a white waffle cotton scrunchy. Her athletically slender firm 118 lbs. frame donning a pale blue with pencil thin navy pin stripes man's shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. On her feet, fuzzy tan slippers. The shirt she stole while staying with her cousin when she first arrived in town a couple of years ago. She likes the cotton comfort and the oversize fit. Passing the rays of sunlight makes the garment transparent. Beneath, the outline of a remarkable female frame, wearing a pair of skimpy white bikini panties, and nothing else underneath. Moving across the white and black square tile floor, newspaper under her arm, the pretty blonde reaches the counter. The girl pushes the button on the coffee maker, turns, and unfolds the daily paper.
Kara starts out her morning standing in the cozy kitchen, in her night shirt, slippers, reading the news, while waiting for her coffee. As the brisk aroma of percolating dark roast fills the room the girl opens the paper. The front-page headline, Lexx Corp Vows to End Kryptonian Suppression of Human Rights, makes the girl chuckle out loud. In the article, Lexx Luther pledges his company's extensive resources to stopping Superman, and his stupid younger cousin, in their quest to take over the planet. This brings a beguiling smile to Kara's full lips and captivating face. She is always amused at Lexx Luther's rants about her and Ka`el, and their plans for an alien invasion. She pours a cup, takes a sip of coffee, when all the sudden, the girl's blue eyes widen and her jaw slacks. She comes across an article, Mr. Cox Wrongly Imprisoned. The flaxen haired beauty puts down her coffee and unfolds the paper.
The shocking piece is about how an ex-pro wrestler, by the name of Mr. Cox, is getting out of jail today. This after two years of wrongful imprisonment. Irrefutable proof was brought forth that the man was not the Metro National Bank robber, as originally identified by the police. A flabbergasted Kara thinks back to her freshman year. At the time when she was first trying to follow in her cousin's footsteps. In her eagerness to be a new crime fighter, and show her value, Kara had impetuously acted on the police APB. As Supergirl, the teen tracked Mr. Cox to a dockside warehouse in the River district. After a playful amount of humiliating the thought-to-be criminal, the young proud heroine easily subdued the larger man. She scooped him up and dropped him off at the police station. Her testimony aided in his conviction. Kara lowers the paper, bows her head, as the weight of her part in sending an innocent man to prison washes down her head and shoulders.
Moving to the kitchen table, Kara sets her coffee cup down and takes a seat. Crossing her long tan bare legs, she continues to read. During his incarceration, the article details how, his wife took their children, left the state, and remarried. His ex refuses to see him and is fighting to keep full custody of their kids. She is sorry he was incorrectly sent to prison, glad that he is acquitted of all charges, and she hopes he gets some restitution. There was also an interview with a Mr. Cutler, Mr. Cox’s old employer. The CEO of Cutler Marketing Inc. said it was a pity what happened to Mr. Cox. Then former boss remarked that something should be done about these menacing aliens. When asked, would he rehire Mr. Cox after this announcement clearing him, it was noted, the fine suited businessman turned, and walked away without comment.
Feeling completely guilty, Kara desperately wants to apologize to the man, but she must find him first. Her hands curved around the blue porcelain cup. Staring into the black liquid she decides Supergirl should help the man get back on his feet. How to do that? What would make up for all the bad that she inadvertently created in this innocent man's life? Kara was to mortify by her part in Mr. Cox's current situation to think effectively. Finally, the girl leaves her cup on the table as she stands, turns to the doorway, and moves to her bedroom.
Despite being nineteen, as listed on Linda Lee's driver's license, the girl's room looked like a typical teenager's bedroom. The 15' by 17’-foot bedroom was a mess. Clothes she wore to school and work from the past several days lay scattered on the dresser, over the doorway, and gathered in heaps on the floor. She never did get the hang of house cleaning. On the times her cousin does stop in, he frequently points out how her room looks like it took a "Direct Hit". Kara laughs it off. She simply replies he is too uptight for his own good. Then she playfully messes his hair, only to have him immediately correct the out of place strands, repositioning them back to their original neat location.
Navigating through her room, Kara reaches the window and raises the mini blinds. Shifting her weight to her left hip, leaning forward, her left arm lay across the wood frame of the window, and her forehead rests on her arm. Her piercing gaze drifts across the morning sparsely clouded skyline as her brows furrow. ‘Somewhere out there is a guiltless man, alone, with no apparent future, and a brash Supergirl is to blame’, laments the teen. She gets an unsettled feeling in her abdomen as deepening feelings of guilt make her recede inwards. She closes her baby-blue eyes, takes a few deep breathes, trying to steady herself. "Okay enough of the pity party. Time to make this right," growls Kara. Opening the window, she steps back, pauses, skips once, and leaps forward.
The college co-ed, in a light blue man’s shirt and fuzzy slippers, hurls out her bedroom window. On the other side of the window emerges an incredibly stunning blonde female, in blue formfitting leotard, with a yellow belt around her slender waist attached to a red mini skirt, donning a matching red cape, and knee-high red boots with yellow trim. Between two raised mounds of blue on her chest sits an all too familiar shield, with a recognizable "S" inside. As Kara increases her speed and altitude, her mane and cape get tossed uncontrollably by the wind. Supergirl is not sure how she is going to make this right for Mr. Cox, but she will.
Moments later, coming to a graceful landing just outside the Cutler Marketing Inc. building, Supergirl notices people are taking a wide birth around her. They are looking at her and whispering to each other. She slowly shakes her head at the human's miss perception that if they speak low enough, or turn away when whispering in each other's ear, somehow her super-hearing won't catch what they say. Most of their comments are about the article in the newspaper, but there are a few, "What does she think she is doing here. Hasn't she caused that man enough grief?” comments. Kara takes a deep breath, sets her shoulders, and walks past the small-minded crowd, and enters the glass doors to the lobby.
Inside, there is a considerable large open reception area, with a sizeable round burgundy desk prominent at the center. Behind the desk, separated by a few feet, are a dark-haired woman who appears to be in her mid-thirties, and a younger sandy blonde-haired woman in her early twenties. Both ladies are dressed in dark Navy-blue blazers and white blouses beneath. Behind them, one large muscular balding man in a black suit, white shirt, and black tie. The attractive young heroine approaches the wood and metal island, ignoring the conversations between the appalled people she passes in the lobby. "Hello, I would like to see Mr. Cutler please," politely smiles the blonde teen in blue and red.
The two women look back to their monitors while the man steps up, and replies, "He has been expecting you Supergirl." He motions across the room to the elevators where very sizeable similarly dressed man stands. He is slightly shorter but has the same muscular stature as the man directing her. The man behind the desk nods and the second man pushes the “Up” button on the wall. The big button pushing man looks back to the blonde girl who has already traversed her way around the desk and is heading to the opening metal doors. As she approaches, the man at the elevator, holds the doors open as he motions Supergirl inside.
Kara casually passes the man and steps inside knowing that he is no match for her. The walls are mirrored, and the floor has a high sheen tile that is VERY reflective. She leans back against the wall, places her hands on the dull silver handrail, and crosses her lovely long lean sun kissed legs right over left. The elevator doorman follows her inside taking his place by the control panel with his back to her.
The stolen glance was almost undetectable. Alas, Kara’s baby-blue eyes caught the 6’2” man, in his early 40s, tactlessly look to the floor at her feet. 'Why do they always want to see under her skirt?' He pushed the twenty-seventh floor then enters a code into a keypad. The reflective doors close and the ride to the top begins. It appears these are turbo elevators as the heroine can sense the g's as they ascend. Literally seconds later the elevator slows, stops, and the doors open. Her escort turns, placing his back to the adjacent wall, motioning for the lovely young blonde heroine to exit first. "After you, I insist," grins Kara with a playful tilt of her head.
Pausing for a moment, in a stare down with the young female, it becomes obvious Supergirl is not going to give in to his hospitality. The operator shrugs and steps through the doors first. On the other side he stops and pivots on the soft cream-colored carpet. As he turns, he is caught off guard by a smirking Supergirl standing well inside his comfort zone. Instinctively he back steps, putting a comfortable distance between them. "Mr. Cutler is right this way". He motions to the oversized deep mahogany double doors opposite the elevator.
Supergirl places the back of her right hand on the man's chest, "I got it from here. You can wait by the elevator until I am ready to go back down". The larger man glares at Kara for a moment, but a conscious deep breath relaxes his posture as he crosses his arms and grins. Kara turns heading to the large doors with brass handles. At the point she reaches the doors, she catches movement out of the corner of her right eye. She looks to see two more very large bald men, wearing dark Ray-Bans, standing in the hall to her right. "Book ends," she snorts, as the men, also dress in black, could be twins. Curiously, both men watch her with intense focus. For some reason, that she could not fathom, why are these bozos wearing dark sunglasses. She shakes her head, smiles to herself, and enters the office of Mr. Cutler.
The large dark wooden doors were just the beginning. The room beyond was full of dark rich colored wood and equally deep matching leather. The effect obviously was to surround one in an aura of substance and power. The young superheroine can't help but stop and take in the spectacular coordination of the audacious office. The intricately inlaid bookshelves, stacked with volumes of all kinds, to the personal bar, and a leather clad sitting area. This IS an executive’s office. She crosses the floor covered wall to wall in a pillow-soft burgundy carpet. Almost thirty feet from the doorway is positioned a pair of matching mahogany wood and deep red leather chairs. Just beyond the chairs, a large executive, hand carved dark wooden desk.
Behind the desk sits a late middle-aged man in a silver pressed silk suit, purple shirt, and gray power tie. His face was long and sinewy, his gray eyes piercing, and his salt n pepper short cut well-trimmed hair completed the CEO look. As he stands the thick doors are shut behind Supergirl. He holds out his hand and says, "Well Supergirl, it is so good to meet you". His hand hangs unaddressed for a moment before he pulls it back with a counterfeit grin, "Won't you sit down?" He waits until the girl crosses around the front of the chair on his right, folds her cape and skirt under her, and sits. She then primly passes her right leg over her left at the knees, places her hands on her lap, and smiles. Mr. Cutler moves around his desk, positioning himself in front of this spectacular girl, and takes a seat on the edge of the desk, "How can I help you today?"
"Mr. Cutler, I understand Mr. Cox use to work for you?" she begins cordially.
"Yes...yes, he did, and he was a valued employee," returns the executive equally friendly. "He was the head of my security until...Well...you know," he stalls looking away and sighs, "It was a real shame."
"If he were to come back and ask for his job..." Supergirl started before being rudely interrupted.
"Mr. Cox has been here just this morning," says Mr. Cutler. He stands up and moves to the right side of his desk, "Not long before you arrived."
"Did you offer him his job back?" quizzes the heroine.
"No Supergirl, I did not," replies the man flatly. He pivots and looks back at her, "He is a jailbird. But you already know that. You were the one who put him behind bars."
It was hard for Supergirl to tell if the warm feeling that made her pretty face flush was due to embarrassment or anger. "What do you mean you turned him down!" She gets to her feet. The young blonde closes the distance around the desk between her and this arrogant bastard. Stopping a foot from 6-foot-tall lean framed man, Kara looks into his gray eyes, "You said he was a valued employee."
The man looks down momentarily, loosing himself in the girl's deep blue sparkling eyes. He regains his balance, "He was in prison Supergirl. That changes a man. How can I possible be persuaded to reconsider my decision?' He can see her reddening cheeks drain their incensed color as her posture recedes. He presses his advantage, "He WAS a valued asset to this company. Who is going to step forward and endorse him now?" He begins to slowly circle the perplexed young female.
Subtle heat returns to the Supergirl's cheeks and now she can identify it, shame. Caught up in thought, Kara is barely aware the man has moved around behind her. 'endorse him' she looks back over her left shoulder, "What did you mean, endorse him?"
"Well, since he has been, wrongly imprisoned, I don't know if I can trust him," says the man flatly. He sees the uncomfortable blonde shift her weight and look to the floor. Mr. Cutler moves round the heroine, coming up her right side, "I would need someone to act as his sponsor. I would need someone to make good, if Mr. Cox does anything wrong, quits, or gets fired due to his...hum...let's say, his newly acquired prison temperament." The inscrutable man leans into the blonde heroine's ear and whispers, "Which he unfortunately gained during his reprehensible mistaken incarceration". He takes a deep inhale of the honey scent coming from the girl's hair. He looks down past her shoulder watching her remarkable 34B proud breasts rise and fall with her conflicted breathing.
Kara is having difficulty focusing her thoughts and attention. The man's words cut expertly into her self-esteem, allowing her humiliation to begin to drown her. Turning her head away from the man's mouth she inhales and says, "What would this Sponsor have to do, for you to see your way clear to rehiring Mr. Cox?"
Perfect! His devious manipulation of Supergirl’s conscience has momentarily stymied the heroine. Mr. Cutler begins lowering his eyes taking in every part of this beautiful young blonde girl's tight body. His left hand reaches forward and pulls her cape back as he continues, "Well Supergirl, his guarantor, if you will, would secure his employment." He focuses on the short red hemline covering what he can only imagine up to now was a flawless ass, "If Mr. Cox comes back under my employment, Supergirl. You would guarantee his quality of work. If Mr. Cox does anything wrong, quits, or gets fired…" His right hand reaches down and slyly begins gathering the red material of her skirt, "then you, Supergirl, will make up for his actions. You will do this by becoming my willing and obedient sex toy". He has now hiked the back of her skirt high enough to expose the thigh high cut blue bottoms of her body suit, and of course, that unbelievable small firm heart-shaped tan lined ass.
It was either the man's offensive statement or the cool breeze running up her backside that brought the mentally stumbling Kara to her senses. Supergirl turns to see the man holding up the back of her skirt, enjoying a prolonged look at her bared backside, and she snaps. Spinning on her toes, the young heroine slaps the man's hand away and gets in his face, pointing an accusing finger at him. "I should teach you a lesson..." she pauses then slowly backs off, regaining her composure, "but we are here to, Maturely, discuss the re-employment of a man, you yourself said was a valued asset to this company." She crosses her arms and shifts her weight to her right hip and glares at the man in the silver silk suit.
The CEO straightens up and adjusts his tie. As he brushes his suit jacket off, he says, "Well, you have my answer Stuporgirl. Oh, and if I were the one who put an innocent man behind bars, I would reconsider my 'holier than thou' position." He stops and looks into the girl's fiery blue eyes, "Besides...wasn't it your pride that got him in this position to begin with, Supergirl?" He moves back around his desk, presses a button on his desk phone, and the doors to his office are opened by the two bookend security twins. "Good day, Supergirl. And please, be careful not to ruin any other innocent person's life today."
A livid and outmaneuvered Kara turns and storms out of the office. She briskly passes the two towering men in black suits and dark glasses. She chooses to forgo the elevator. Instead, she turns left and heads to the stairs at the end of the hallway. Pushing through the grey fire door, in a flash, the teen ascends the flight of stairs to the roof exit door. Once outside, the blonde heroine angrily paces back and forth. She really wants to thump that arrogant sexist SWINE, Mr. Cutler. On the other hand, he did drive his cruel points home. She did ruin an innocent man's life, because she was ardent to show herself to be an equally effective Super crime fighter, like her cousin. She turns glaring at the red metal door. Then spins, growls, "There is NO WAY I become anyone's sex toy...especially that PIG!" The girl in blue and red leaps into the air and disappears.
The Warehouse Again
Still extremely agitated, Kara sails above the city trying to put her meeting with Cutler out of her mind. She focuses on the task at hand. The heroine lands on the Washburn Building, one of the tallest in the city, and moves to the edge. Leaning on her elbows poised on the cement wall she looks out over Metro City. The miserable heroine sighs, "Where did you go Mr. Cox?" He has already visited the places he might have gone; home, old employer but where else would he go? Her gaze lands on the river front docks on the west side of town. She straightens up, "It can't be..." Just then her super-hearing alerts her to several sirens on the opposite side of city. She turns to see a major building on fire roaring out of control. The fully engulfed structure is sending black smoke high into the now cloudless blue noon sky. “Looks like a job for Supergirl!”
It took quite some time for Kara to assist firefighters evacuate office workers and safely put out the flames. By midafternoon, the girl of steel is finally able to arrive at the warehouse where she and Mr. Cox first met. The dilapidated metal building was located at the far end of the docks. As the girl glides over the area her supervision picks up a heat trace located in the warehouse. She comes to a stop midair and confirms someone is inside this building. This Must be Mr. Cox.
Coming to ground just outside, Kara can see the structure has become even more rundown and is completely abandoned. Rust and peeling light blue paint chips cover the outside of the once busy port building. For over 40 years it was the main location for the transport of cowhides and other cattle by-products to be stored and shipped by barge down river. Several of the windows are broken out and there are no doors at the entrance. As the girl of steel enters the all but empty building, a faint smell of leather hides mixed with dirt and mold fill her nostrils. She pauses just inside and scans the room for any other signs of life but finds none. There are a number unoccupied offices to her right, a couple of wall size metal freezer doors on the far wall, left over crates, pallets, and piles of garbage in a few areas. The floor is painted concrete but now has a hefty covering of dust and debris. Satisfied they are alone the cautious Supergirl negotiates her way towards the back of the vacant spacious warehouse.
It takes a few moments for Kara to cover the distance. Rounding a pile of debris, the heroine comes upon an obviously despondent Mr. Cox seated on a crate. The large dark-haired man dressed in dusty black slacks, tan colored short sleeved Polo, and military style jump boots. The mislabeled ex-con sits slumped over staring at a revolver in his hand. Kara slowly approaches the man. She gets about 20 feet away before clearing her throat letting him know he was not alone.
An emotional Mr. Cox looks up and sees Supergirl and shouts, "YOU!" His face reddened as he swiftly raises his hand and fires several bullets, which ineffectively bounce off the pretty girl's chest. After seeing that the bullets ricochet off his target he then announces, "You ruined my life!" and points the pistol to his head.
Acting quickly, Kara uses her heat vision to superheat the metal of the handgun. A fraction of a second later the pain is too great for the man, and he drops the weapon. Now she watches the dejected man collapse dropping his head into his hands. She moves in slow, "Mr. Cox I just want to begin by saying how sorry I am for my part in your unfortunate incarceration”.
The broken man looks up angrily with bloodshot eyes and spits, "I would just like to kick your ass! Somebody REALLY needs to, KICK YOUR ASS! He bows his head again muttering, “I just wish I could be the one to do it!" A moment later he turns his head away, angrily his lips pursed, and his fists now clenched.
At first, Kara can't help but smile knowing that there is no way this larger man would ever be able to accomplish that task. Despite her deceptive lean alluring 5' 6" (5' 9" in her boots), 34-23-33 beautiful young Kryptonian female frame, everyone knows the 6' 4" approximately 285 lbs. muscular fit man, in his late 30's, was categorically out matched. "Mr. Cox, I understand how you feel, but surely you know I am invulnerable, and that you would only hurt yourself?"
Mr. Cox defiantly gets to his feet. His robust frame towers over Supergirl’s. He clearly looks to be more than a match for the young blonde teen girl in the formfitting blue leotard, red mini skirt, red with yellow trimmed boots, and cape. His glare has struck fear in all the inmates he came up against in prison. Now, he levels that demented scowl at this little bitch, "I would REALLY love to give it a try Supergirl," he says through gritted teeth.
The pretty heroine is sympathetic, but Kara is quickly becoming annoyed as she takes her power stance. "Look Mr. Cox. You wouldn't stand a chance, and I have already hurt you enough. Trying to do anything physical to me is going to hurt you a lot more than it will ever hurt me".
The two silhouettes square off in the fading daylight of a Metro City afternoon. They are eyeing each other when, out of the encroaching darkness, another a male voice announces, "You will probably need this..." Just then, a manila envelope slides across the dirt covered floor stopping at Supergirl's feet. She looks over her shoulder scanning for the third party, but incredulously sees nothing. ‘How can that be?’ thinks a puzzled Kara. Supergirl looks down at the envelope and then back at Mr. Cox. She squats down and picks up the envelope. She watches the man across from her intently as she bends back the clasps. As soon as she opens flap her brows furrow sensing something strange. As the good girl looks inside, she gasps, "NO!". The envelope hits the ground. Out rolls a large silver ring with a good sized mounted greenish yellow glowing stone. The once self-assured girl moans, her arms crossing her chest and abdomen, as her lovely legs begin to go limp.
Mr. Cox walks over, looks at the wavering and distressed Supergirl. He reaches down and picks up the shiny silver ring. He turns it over several times studying it for a moment. He looks at the recoiling girl for a moment before he moves the ring towards Supergirl. She immediately turns her head, rises her right hand, and staggers backwards. He examines the green stone for a moment before the realization strikes, "OH! Kryptonite!" He places the ring on his righthand ring finger, and it fits, "Nice!" He looks back to the darkness and says, "Thanks!" Then his focus turns to the cowering Supergirl and says, "Now, how about that ass kicking!"
Kara’s blue eyes widen as she raises her right hand between them, “No! Mr. Cox, Wait!”
At first, the large man starts by taking a handful of the doubled over girl of steel's silky yellow mane in his left hand. With a power move he yanks her upright, "Stand up bitch!" Holding her head in place, he laughs as the struggling girl's hands take hold of his wrist. Supergirl desperately tries to remove his entangled hand from her hair. Encouraged by the Mighty Supergirl's inability to remove his hand, Mr. Cox draws back a compactly folded right fist…then unloads a rage enhanced jab right to the good girl's face, "HUH!"
"Auuoooggnnaa!" barely escapes from Kara's pink lips before another power fist follows, "Auuuaa!" and another, "Uuuggnnaaaa!" the helpless teen is seeing stars. "Uuaaoo! Ahaoowoo!" two more stunning blows and her heavy arms fall to her sides.
"Finished already Supergirl...too bad for you, HUH!" he rockets a tight right fist to the girl's breadbasket driving the wind from the wide-eyed horrorstruck teen heroine. He pauses, holding this little bitch upright by her hair and grins. "Well, well Supergirl. I can't put into words how bad this is hurting me, Hahahaha!" Now the ex-con rapid fires repeated righthand punches to the good girl's abs and left cheek. Pausing his assault, he takes a moment to look over the pathetic wilted blonde. His eyes squint, his lips curl wickedly, before stepping back and sending a looping uppercut under the defenseless heroine's chin. Mr. Cox’s blow sends Supergirl sailing backwards into the air, "YEAH!"
"ahawooo..." moans Kara. Landing on the hard cold floor brings her out of the pummeled haze. Her face hurts her stomach hurts, and landing on the concrete didn't help her back. With the aid of that Kryptonite ring, this mere human, has just caused the young Kryptonian tremendous pain. "Uuggnnaa," she groans as she rolls to her right side and pushes up to her elbow. Her vision has cleared enough to see that her opponent is swiftly moving in on her. Drawing on her will to not allow this man to continue using her as a punching bag, Kara struggles to her feet. Standing on unsure lovely tan legs she turns to meet the oncoming threat.
The large man steps into what would have been, in any other situation, a devastatingly powerful knockout punch. This time Supergirl ducks just below the freight train fist and comes up with an uppercut of her own. Mr. Cox doesn't seem to react to the pain, at first. But a flash of bright light in his eye’s signals something different. "What the hell..." moans the dazed ex-convict as his lifts his head. He looks around to find himself on the ground. Several feet away is the little blonde bitch who decked him. "Oh, I don't think so!" He scrambles to get to his feet.
The air in the building is growing thick and hard to breath for Kara. She has felt the effects of Kryptonite before, but this seems VERY different. She is bent over, her hands on her knees, as she watches as the large man, who should have been decimated by her punch, rallies and gets to his feet. 'This can't be happening,' as she straightens up and prepares for another attack. As he moves towards her the Supergirl offers, "Mr. Cox, please let me help you..." there is that maniacal glare again.
A bit more cautious, the man in the black pants and tan Polo moves in on the not so finished Supergirl. "I think Supergirl this is the best therapy anyone, who has had to deal with you meddling aliens, can have." They circle each other and he can see she is clearly lacking her all too familiar trademark cocky self-confidence. There is actual concern in her blue eyes. He holds up his right hand displaying the ring to her, "And now let the therapeutic session continue." He lashes out with a powerful left jab catching her flat footed.
"Ohunnaa," the knuckles on her right cheek jacked her head back. But Kara was still able to answer with a series of jabs of her own. She definitely has some strength left as the blows forced the much larger opponent to retreat. "Mr. Cox, I know you are angry, but this is not the answer. I didn't mean for this to happen, I am truly sorry," consoles the blonde teen. Mr. Cox drops his hands, his shoulders sink, as he leans over, and looks at the ground.
"What else am I supposed to do Supergirl?" he looks up at her. "You cost me my job, years of my life, and most of all..." there is a dramatic pause as his brown eyes meet her baby blues, "You, Supergirl cost me my family!" He bows his head again.
There it is again, that sense of receding as guilt hits home in the pit of Kara's stomach. Her hands drop and her posture relaxes. She can unmistakably sense the agony in the man she helped to ruin. She walks over to him placing her left hand on his right shoulder, "I am truly sorry Mr. Cox. Please let me make it up to you." The man moves away from her touch. The young heroine leans in, "Please Mr. Cox I want to make this right." That is when the surprise fist drives into her belly, "Ooopppfffff!"
Mr. Cox's left arm reaches around Supergirl pinning the girl’s arms behind her back. Then his left hand uses leverage to straighten the blonde girl. As he holds Supergirl in place, he delivers three more unanswered gut punches. Each devastating fist lifts the girl's feet from the floor. He pulls Supergirl upright and looks at the agony on her pretty face and says, "Oh Supergirl you ARE going to make this right for me, HUH! I promise!" He releases his hold on her arms, spins the young female and steps back. He sizes up his prey and then delivers a monster right hook across her left cheek. The crushing blow sent the teen heroine spinning away and down to the cold hard dirty warehouse cement floor.
Mr. Cox finds boxing Supergirl extremely enjoyable, but he REALLY wants to make this little blonde chippy pay. This time, when he gets close to the hapless Supergirl, his old wrestling habits kick in. He changes his attack starting with a quick back hand to spin her around. He steps up and pulls the girl into a full nelson, easily hoisting her fantastic 118 lbs. lean 5’6” body off the ground.
A staggered Kara hangs in the large man’s powerful arms as her feet dangle in the air, "LET GO! LET ME GO!" protests the captured heroine, but she is unable to do more to free herself. The strong combination of the unusually powerful and draining properties of the Kryptonite ring, along with the tremendous guilt she feels, are sapping the good girl of strength, and will to fight. Mr. Cox begins bouncing, crushing, and twisting her in his arms like a ragdoll, "Let Me go..."
"Supergirl? SUPERGIRL? Remember how last time we met, you humiliated me by grabbing my balls, and my cock, and squeezed until I cried out in pain?" He arches his back, stretching out the teen’s lovely body, allowing those gorgeous taut tawny-brown bare legs to drift apart. In short, effectively lining the girl up before announcing, "Well, tell me how you like it," Suddenly he drops to one knee maneuvering the girl's limp legs to come down on either side of his thigh. The unscrupulous move resulted in forcing her to land crotch first on his outstretched knee.
"O!" shrieks Kara as indescribable pain erupts in her loins. Many of her human opponents have attempted to hit or kick her between her legs in the past. This was the first time anyone has been excruciatingly successful. "awoommmyyyggooosshhh..." unfortunately the painful move was not the end of her degrading punishment.
Mr. Cox momentarily keeps Kara balanced on his knee as he grinds her soft pussy on a hard knee bone. He kept cruel pressure parting her swelling vaginal lips, for several moments, before finally releasing her besieged young body. The large man allows a dazed and hurting Kryptonian female to bend forward and drop to the floor. An immensely malevolent smile comes across his lips, as the once proud young superheroine, moans, and squirms on the ground at his feet. Her red skimpy skirt flipped up exposed the blue bottom of her leotard. Mr. Cox gets his first free view of Supergirl's fantastic little ass, "WOW!"
"uuuuaaaoooo..." groans Kara as the unexpected nasty move caused her real pain. Her hips pumped up and down as pain sensations radiate from her womanhood to every part of her amazing body. Momentarily robbed of her sense of modesty, Supergirl shamefully writhes on the floor attempting to recover from the cruelty. She cups her crotch to protect her battered labia. Knowing she is still in peril the Kara knows she must get to her feet quickly. The young heroine feebly attempted, and failed, several times to push herself off the ground. She was completely oblivious to the fact she was putting on a show for Mr. Cox.
Not allowing Supergirl any recovery time, Mr. Cox quickly moves in on the downed blonde. He steps over her prone body, reaches down for her ankles, brings them up, and bends the heroine backwards. He works those incredible bare legs of hers under his arms, leans back, and puts superheroine into a crab hold. He grins as he finds he is looking down as her skirt falls away. He enjoys an even better unfettered look a Supergirl's crotch and ass, up close and personal.
"STOP! STOP! NO MORE! NO MORE!" squeals the pinned suffering young blonde. The deviously painful hold attempts to fold Kara in half causing tremendous pressure on her lower back. The young Kryptonian is powerless to stop him, and they both know it. "MR COX! MR COX! STOP THIS PLEASE! I BEG YOU!"
After enthusiastically wrenching on Supergirl's back for several minutes, becoming more empowered by beautiful girl's whimpering and pleading, the large man simply lets her trembling legs drop. The little hottie's body hits the floor like a wet bag of cement. He is satisfied with his sadistic success, so far. He looks down admiring Supergirl’s motionless sprawled out body. Her silky blonde hair in disarray around her head, her cape is over her right shoulder, her short red mini dress is rolled up around her narrow waist, completely exposing the back side of her blue uniform bottoms. The thigh high cut of her uniform stretches blue tightly over that magnificent heart shaped ass. His lips form a malicious smile, "Let's go for the pin shall we Supergirl?"
Mr. Cox’s foot rolls the undone Kara to her back. Prone and helpless, Supergirl lays there displaying those prominent mounds of blue either side of the "S" shield. Her head rolls listlessly side to side, but otherwise the young heroine remains on her back. The large man takes a few steps back then leaps into the air. The entire weight of his 6’4” 285 lbs. body crashes down landing across Supergirl’s 34B cup chest, “HUUUHH!”
Kara’s pouting pink lips open wide, but no sound comes out. Supergirl's fantastic legs come up into the air and her blue eyes bulge out. A moment later the girl’s limbs drop to the ground, her eyes roll to the back of her head, her eyelids slowly close. Extreme pain brings the young heroine close to slipping into darkness.
The devastated Supergirl lays beneath Mr. Cox. He rolls over pressing his chest to the teen's tits, as he slaps her face a few times, "Supergirl...Supergirl...Wake up!" Seeing her eyelids slowly open he grins, "Good now for the count!" He reaches out grabbing her bare smooth thigh as he hikes the young heroine’s left leg into the air. His arm hooks just below the back of her knee as he slaps the ground counting, “ONE!”. Small clouds of dust gather around the pair as he slaps the ground again, "Two!" But before getting to three the man rolls off his downed prey, lifting her off the ground by her golden mane. He laughs announcing, "It won't be ending that quickly for you bitch".
A disoriented Kara is in serious pain and helplessly being easily manhandled by a furious Mr. Cox. She is unaccustomed to both. Once Mr. Cox has brought the teen to her feet, and turned her to face him, she lashes out wildly with her left, "BASTARD!" He leaned out of the path of her blow, but she was fortunate enough to knock his hand from her hair. There is less than a blink of an eye before the young heroine delivers a desperate right cross squarely landing on the man's chin. A blank expression comes over Mr. Cox's stunned face as he wavers for a moment, then falls to a seated position on the concrete floor. The heroine knows that normally a punch like that, from her, should have sent this man into orbit. Clearly the Kryptonite is having a caustic effect on her strength as well as her magnificent Kryptonian body. Kara pulls her hair back over her head allowing it to cascade down over her shoulders. She straightens her uniform, takes a deep breath, and then assumes her power stance once again. "This is over Mr. Cox..."
Propped up on his elbows a recovering Mr. Cox sees a defiant Supergirl apparently shaking off the effects of his attacks. The man shakes his head, refocusing his attention on that insolent blonde in red and blue. He jumps to his feet dusts himself off and confidently advances on her. When he is in striking distance the heroine lashes out with a left haymaker. This time Mr. Cox is ready. He slips past the would-be knockout blow and comes up behind the heroine. He efficiently wraps his arms around her chest applying as much pressure as he can as he lifts the girl into the air.
Caught totally off-guard, Kara finds herself having the air from her lungs squeezed out of her by two powerful arms. "AUUUAAAOOO! LET GO OF ME!" she demands. The teen flails about pounding on the man's hands and forearms. He leans back now crushing the young heroine’s chest, “AHOOO!” As he wrenches down hard, Supergirl's arms fall away, and her head rolls back, "Ahaaa..." He is preventing her from breathing while compressing her ribcage, and if she doesn't get free soon, this contest WILL be over for her. She animatedly goes back to work trying to pry his fingers from their hold on her. Slowly but surely, despite the constant bombardment of deadly Kryptonite, she is breaking his grip.
Mr. Cox knows, Supergirl should have easily broke his grip by now, just as she did in their first meeting. He is now a believer in the power of Kryptonite. It is obvious for the moment, Supergirl is not as strong as he remembered. But the frantic and feisty girl is currently winning this battle for her freedom. Seconds later his fingers are pried apart, and Supergirl is loose. He watches as his pretty blonde opponent staggers a few steps before turning around to face him. They both now realize the heroine is not a Super girl. He places his open hands in the air in front of him spreads his fingers, "Come on Supergirl you know this game?"
"No Mr. Cox! I did not come here to hurt you but to help you," breaths an agonizing Supergirl. Her breasts and ribs ache. The man advances on her but Kara is reluctant to comply, "Stop! STOP!" She throws a punch, but the man catches her left fist in his hand. The teen punches with her right and the same result. Now the large man begins playing the game of Mercy with Supergirl's trapped hands. "NO! STOP!" she gasps as the man is slowly beginning to force her hands back. Supergirl can't get any leverage, so finally, the heroine works her fingers out and interlocks them with Mr. Cox’s. It cannot be impossible, but now, she and the large man seem to be evenly matched. It is obvious the proximity to the Kryptonite stone is ravaging her young body and negating her superpowers at an accelerated rate. Suddenly, the man begins winning as Mr. Cox slowly brings her hands to his waist forcing her to her toes.
“AHAAA!” squeals the blue-eyed blonde terrified Kara. She can’t lose this match.
Mr. Cox can see the worried and confused look on the heroine's pretty face. That is when he unexpectedly stomps his size 11 boot right into Supergirl’s unprotected abdomen, 'HUH!". The surprise kick drops the blonde girl to one knee struggling to catch her breath. He does not let Supergirl rest. He pulls her up by her hands to a standing position and immediately applies pressure again. More hurt than poise shows in the Kryptonian’s face. Mr. Cox begins to apply even more pressure finding it a bit easier this time. As he gradually rolls their hands down to the 6 o'clock position Supergirl's expression becomes panicked. At the bottom he begins bending her wrists back and it is clear she is in pain.
Kara is becoming too weak to hold off the man's strength. She struggles to hold her composure as the large man applies more and more force. She is now so engrossed in the pain that she misses the large boot as it lands just above her belly button again, driving the air from her lungs, "Ahauuuuooo..." The good girl goes down to one knee again. She is given no time to regroup as the large hands lift Kara to her feet once again and immediately applies more painful pressure. Supergirl’s arms begin to shake as Mr. Cox is now, with the help of the Kryptonite ring, easily overcoming her resistance. Plainly, he is taking his time bringing their hands down into position before kicking her in the stomach. The blonde teen crime fighter decides to pull her hands in close enough that he will not be able to kick her. Possibly this maneuver will gain her some leverage on the big man. She also had to be careful to prevent him from bending her wrists beyond their maximum range of motion.
Those eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, grins the Mr. Cox as he patiently works Supergirl's hands into place. She labors for her breath desperately trying to stop the inevitable. He brings their hands almost into position when he recognizes the girl has moved her hands together preventing him from attacking her abs. It is a brave move but puts her wrists in a most painful position. A snarl comes over his face as he forces the young heroine’s wrists even further backwards. A hurting Supergirl adjusts her stance, planting her feet apart, and bends her knees. Suddenly, he can feel the blonde successfully pushing back. He wrenches down, but Supergirl is holding her own. At that moment a dastardly thought comes over Mr. Cox. He changes his attack plan. Unexpectedly, he pulls their hands up and out spreading the girl in blue and red’s arms wide. Then, Mr. Cox, cruelly punt kicks Supergirl in the sweet spot, right between her gorgeous and spread legs.
No sound escapes from those pink pouting glossy lips, but the look of shock and agony on Supergirl's face speaks volumes. The force of the strike took the young Kryptonian off her feet and broke the combatant's grips. When Kara’s feet touch the ground, her hands dove between her thighs, her knees slam together, and her head bows. She is frozen in that position for a second before her knees hit the hard cement. No word in this planet's languages, or her own, can accurately describe the pain the young heroine is feeling. Kara drops to her right side and curls up. She can't breathe or move because to do so inexplicably hurts. Sharp pain radiates out from her loins along every nerve path, to every part of her amazing Kryptonian body.
"What's the matter Supergirl?" laughs Mr. Cox. He looks down at the blonde girl who wrongfully put him in prison. Supergirl is curled up in the fetal position, her fingers pressed tightly against her pussy, as she slowly begins to rock back and forth. He walks to the downed heroine, reaches with his left hand, and takes hold of her unkempt blonde mane. He rudely yanks her head up, "We aren't done yet girly..."
A barely coherent Kara reaches out and grabs a hold of Mr. Cox's pant leg. She can hear the man laugh and playfully tug with his leg. But Supergirl holds on to the black material. Something Kara remembered from school, when they made Linda and her female classmates take a self-defense class. Keeping her left hand cupping her maltreated crotch, her right hand climbs the material of the man's trousers. When the teen reaches the calve her hand releases the material and she digs her nails into the man's muscle.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Searing pain shoots from the contact. Mr. Cox can feel Supergirl’s nails digging into the muscle. He is going out of his mind as the girl is gripping calve as if to rip it from his body. He drops down and feverishly struggles with the good girl's hand, trying excitedly to free her grip. He strikes her on her head, but Supergirl holds on, digging like a tick. "AOWOO!" howls the large man. Now rendered helpless by the death grip on his calve muscle he screams, "LET GO OF ME BITCH!"
Kara singularly focuses on holding on to the man’s leg with all her might. She starts working her fingers back and forth trying to separate the muscle. The heroine takes another vicious hammer fist to her head. The blow caused her vision to waver and the Kryptonian’s mental focus to blur, but Kara still holds on tightly. Finally, Supergirl can hold on no longer and releases her grip. She watches as the man drops down around his hurt leg pressing with his hands as if attempting to push the muscle back together. As Mr. Cox nurses his leg, the blonde slowly and gingerly moves to all fours. She looks again through strands of her hair hanging in front of her face to see the man still in the same half knelt position of agony.
'This has to stop,' thinks Kara as she straightens up to a kneeling position. She pulls her blonde hair back and winches at the still stinging injury between her thighs. She owes it to the wronged man to reach out one more time. "Mr. Cox...Mr. Cox...Stop this now, please. I don't want to hurt you..." she begins. Mr. Cox looks up at Kara with vindictive intent in his brown eyes directed at her. The teen rebelliously crosses her arms in front of her chest and glares back. He lowers his head, and she continues, "I AM really sorry for what I did to you. If we could..." SMACK!
Mid-sentence, Mr. Cox lunged forward and struck the blonde heroine with a backhand across her pretty face. The blow sent Supergirl tumbling several feet across the dusty warehouse floor. Mr. Cox bent back down allowing his anger to build inside. The more he thought about being in prison for those years and how she was everyone's little darling fueled his rage. He would survive this attack to his leg and finish what he started. He WILL take out his vengeance on Supergirl. Just then he noticed the pain in his leg subsiding. He began to straighten up and release his grip. He discovered it was true, the pain was gone. Something else strange had happened to Mr. Cox. He could now see a visible green aura surrounding his body.
The powerful slap really hurt Kara. But more than that, it left a stinging sensation on the girl’s cheek. Her head still spinning, Supergirl pushed up to her elbows. As her left hand gingerly touches the point of contact the teen senses something startling. Pulling back her fingers, Kara sees blood, HER blood! HOW? She is invulnerable! The Kryptonian touches it again and draws back more blood. It isn't a lot, but it is all hers. The anxious teen now searches for Mr. Cox. She can see she has ended up several yards away from him. On the bad side, it now appears as if the angry man is actually glowing green! Her baby blues widen and her jaw drops. She must get away, and she must do it Right Now! Pushing past the pain Supergirl labors to get up. There is now an immediacy to putting some distance between them. Kara must allow herself to heal and come up with a better plan.
An unsettled Supergirl is up on all fours as she slowly begins crawling away. Unfortunately, Mr. Cox notices her. He leaps to his feet with astonishing ease. He continues to feel the pulsating power reaching every fingertip and point from his head to his feet. His muscles have regenerated, and he feels better than he has at any point of his life. His malevolent focus turns to the girl attempting to make her escape. His razor sight fixes on his prey. Springing into action, and in three swift strides, Mr. Cox covers the distance between him and the crawling Supergirl. With careful and vicious intent, his right foot lands directly on target, as Mr. Cox punts Supergirl right between the legs again.
The powerful and extremely accurate kick lifts Supergirl's rear several feet into the air. Then the visibly traumatized heroine crumples to the cement floor, motionless and splayed out at his feet. Mr. Cox wastes no time as he hauls the blonde heroine’s limp beautiful body off the ground. He placed his interlocking fingers behind her neck, traps Supergirl’s head between his forearms. Now, the glowing green motivated man proceeds to knee a powerless, partially conscious, Supergirl repeatedly in her chest. Mr. Cox REALLY unloads on the youngster as he tells her, "No more Mr. Nice guy bitch!"
After a prolonged punishing of Supergirl's tits, with his knees, became boring, Mr. Cox stepped back. Maintaining his grip on the doubled over teetering girl's blonde locks he has never felt so empowered. He looked around and found a nearby trash pile. He reached his other hand down the girl’s backside, gathered a handful of the blue material of her uniform bottoms, ruthlessly jammed them up between her firm ass cheeks, spun around, and launched this bitch into the air. Mr. Cox laughed out loud as the trounced pathetic young heroine flew for several feet before crashing down into the mixed pile of debris, "ahawooo…"
Thoroughly amused, the green glowing Mr. Cox watches Supergirl's sweet ass bob up and down in the heap of garbage. Plainly, this bitch does not even know what a wonderful performance she is putting on for him. Then a sudden awareness comes over the man. Not only is he utterly dominating Supergirl physically, but he is now enjoying the added benefits of denying the girl any form of modesty. He can use that to destroy her-self-assured confidence once and for all. Mr. Cox has become VERY emboldened by the fact is he is truly kicking Supergirl's hot little ass!
Kara is absolutely routed. The helpless teen is disorientated and in immeasurable pain. Her thoughts are jumbled and disorganized. This, as a direct result of the Kryptonite ring, and Mr. Cox's brutally degrading attack. The only thought that distinctly cuts through the noise in her head is, "Get Up!" Still hopelessly beleaguered, the good girl anxiously tries to push up from the rubbish. It's no use, she is so overwhelmed that her arms and legs just give out. She slumps back becoming one more discarded object in the trash pile. Slowly fading the heroine senses unrelenting waves of weakness wash over her amazing Kryptonian body. Finally, the powerful sensation has completely robbed the young heroine of any ability or will to move. She lays in the trash as she succumbs to the green stone's presence. Somewhere out of the cloud in her mind a hand reaches out and takes a hold of her.
Mr. Cox fishes Supergirl out of the garbage. He is amused and almost satisfied with the girl's current state of devastation, but it’s not nearly enough in his book. As far as this little blonde bitch goes, it is never going to be enough. Using his hands under her armpits, he stands the young blonde heroine up on very lovely but obviously wilted legs. He holds her in place just long enough to squat down and send his looping right arm up, between those taut bare Coppertone legs, rocketing past her silky soft parted tan thighs, slamming up into, and crushing, Supergirl’s soft fleshy pubic mound, “YAAAAUUHH!” He uses the momentum of the blow to hoist the listless good girl into the air. He stands, spins Supergirl horizontal, and roughly pulls her limp body to his chest.
For a barely conscious Kara this fight is over. The once proud young Kryptonian crime fighter now helplessly dangles from the man's powerful arms. She is completely at the mercy of the man whose life she ruined all those years ago. Supergirl is Mr. Cox’s now.
Mr. Cox turns walking back to where their contest began. He chuckles, "Well Supergirl I think I am going to have to disagree with you..." he pauses at the point of their first exchange, "I believe this hurt you A LOT MORE than it hurt ME!" With that the man cradles the heroine out in front of him drops to a knee. In the same move, maximizing momentum and gravity, he lets the good girl crash down, back first, across his thigh. The Back Breaker is meant to be a finishing move, and it is. Mr. Cox looks down at the shattered and ruined motionless blonde girl’s body, in blue and red, draped over his leg knowing Supergirl is definitely finished. A strange scowl comes over his face as he says, “Too easy…Too fast.” He pauses for a moment and grins, " Oh well. Now it's time to finish it." He rolls once proud Supergirl’s flaccid bendy, but STILL very sexy young body off his leg. Mr. Cox watches as Supergirl sprawls out on the filthy cement floor smiles with some satisfaction.
Finally, kneeling over his defeated opponent, Mr. Cox has Supergirl flat on her back. Her arms positioned out from her shoulders, and her hands are raised over her head. The redeemed ex-con reaches down and takes the pretty blonde girl’s knees and rolls them up, folding her in half. As he presses her knees against her breasts, Mr. Cox steps over the back of her thighs. Now, with his left leg pressing down on the back of heroine’s legs, he is jamming her knees into her chest. Besides this particular hold being painfully humiliating, Mr. Cox is pinning Supergirl’s shoulders to the ground. A definite plus is the positioning that cute little Supergirl butt in the air.
At this point Mr. Cox looks to the thin strip of Supergirl’s leotard running between her legs. He grins as his thick fingers methodically begin to rub the raised mound of blue. Fingertips press against the blue oval trapped between Supergirl's silky smooth soft and tan thighs. His thumb repeatedly plows a trench from back of her rear orifice to front base of her pubic mound. The crease between two swelling lips deepens as the defeated Supergirl moans pathetically. A sound that ignites the Mr. Cox’s primal urge.
Mr. Cox rests his right hand on the soft skin of Supergirl's tan lined derriere. He moves his right hand in a clockwise motion for a few seconds pressing his palm into her pussy mound. The he raises his hand high into the air and drops it swiftly. There is a loud echoing SMACK! The sound cuts the early cool evening air like a bull whip. He counts, "ONE!". Again, he slowly rubs the rosy flesh and blue swollen mound, taking notice of the contrast between his green aura against her tan skin. Again, rising his hand high and bringing it down with another stinging blow, SMACK! proclaiming, "TWO!" He takes a minute more this time, savoring this last momentous feeling before finally raising his hand. He gleefully studies his incredible target before he slaps Supergirl on her fantastic ass, SMACK! "THREE!" He admires his handiwork for a long moment before announcing, "This fight is over."
Mr. Cox stands up allowing the defeated Supergirl's arms and legs flop to the ground. He slowly twirls the ring on his finger as he looks down at a disheveled and unconscious Supergirl. Spread eagle, the young blonde’s precious indignity is on display at his feet. With a winning grin, Mr. Cox places his boot on the downed young heroine's tits and takes his victory pose. Then he announces to the world, "I win! I kicked Supergirl's ass!"
To be continued