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The plot thickens......



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Damn. I'm very late to this story, but I love how each character is painted so differently from one another. And how you portray Supergirl's weakness not because of the usual kryptonite and all, but through, as you said, targeting the 'girl' instead of the 'super'. It's probably been done before but you're doing it great :D



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Damn. I'm very late to this story, but I love how each character is painted so differently from one another. And how you portray Supergirl's weakness not because of the usual kryptonite and all, but through, as you said, targeting the 'girl' instead of the 'super'. It's probably been done before but you're doing it great :D
Hey Artee,

Better late than never. I love comments like this. Life rule: never say no to flattery. Basically, glad to have you on board. I'v never gone this deep into a story before - still learning the ropes - but so far, so good. Thanks for taking the time.

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As previously mentioned, I've never been able to get this deep into a story before. Feels weird. Definitely unfamiliar terrain.

The comments help. Actually, they've been amazing. I would never have made it this far without the community's support. Seeing the response and knowing this story has an audience...well it means everything. Thank you all.

Here's the latest - ciao for now.

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Images of Matron, The Swarm and, above of all, Riven flooded Supergirl’s mind. But as she peeled away from Alexis’ warm touch, desperate for respite, all she encountered were the screens. Shame washing her face from the barrage of sex-crazed clips that had, once again, begun flashing before her eyes.

Consumed with humiliation, Supergirl’s anger swelled. All she wanted was to defeat The Swarm. Nothing else mattered. Even if it meant working with Alexis Luthor. A woman, that only a few seconds ago, she had accused of masterminding the wanton destruction. But in a cruel turn of fate, her enemy had become a friend. How did things get so twisted? I’m supposed to stop the bad guys, not protect them. Spinning around to confront Alexis, the irony made her sick. But in the moment, the Maid of Might had little choice. There was simply too much at stake.

“Tell me about Amal,” demanded Supergirl. Her irritation showing as she caught Alexis’ eyes sweeping up her toned legs.

“Don’t worry, little birdie; I’m not into girls. Although, if you’re lucky,” said Alexis, raising a teasing eyebrow, “I might be willing to make an exception for your tight ass. You know, less than five percent of women possess the body type required to be an international model—let alone fit into that sexy little costume.”

As Supergirl’s discomfort grew, Alexis chuckled. “Relax Supergirl, I’m not the one trying to get into your panties.” Clasping her hands together, Alexis directed the Girl of Steel, with a quick nod, to follow her towards the center of the oval-shaped room. “That would be Amal. When I first met her, she all but worshiped you. Blessed with similar…attributes, she practically was you. At least, she liked to think so.

“But what she couldn’t understand is that there are limits.” Without a pause, Alexis climbed over the unconscious guard—smirking at Supergirl’s decision to walk around. “Surpassing those limits requires…well let me show you,” said Alexis, extending her hand. On cue, a click emanated from the ceiling, casting a life-like hologram out of the swirl of blue light.

It was Amal.

Supergirl felt her legs wobble at the sight of the woman’s armored abs. Her olive skin glistening, endowing the pixel-perfect copy of the villainess’ powerful frame with a shimmering hue.

True to life, the veins in Amal’s digital recreation popped, capturing her impossibly taught muscles. The strength of her long legs, evident even beneath her military-styled khakis. While her green, sports bra struggled to contain her flawlessly-replicated breasts.
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Supergirl could feel the sweat forming on her forehead from the weight of the hologram’s hazel eyes—incisive and clear. But what caused the heroic beauty to nervously look away was the warmth spreading over her vulva. Her face instantly froze – lips parted, cheeks sunken – upon sensing the small burst of urine soaking into her costume.

Oh Rao, thought Supergirl, why does this keep happening? Crossing her legs, the Maid of Might fought back the flow. Her face cringing, she nervously gazed at Alexis. Attempting to mask her embarrassment, she meekly asked, “what is she?”

“Human—that’s the problem.” Walking around the hologram, Alexis proceeded to explain, oblivious to the Maid of Might’s plight. Her hand gesticulating every point, like a conductor, worsening the young heroine’s discomfort with every mesmerizing twist and swirl.

“You see, even as we push the edge of human performance, certain realities remain. Five-to-one: that’s the peak muscle to skeletal ratio. 20/9: is the absolute range of our vision. And, try as we might, a fifth of a second is the fastest reaction time that even Olympic level athletes can hope to achieve.”

Without missing a beat, Alexis continued her science-laid symphony. “True, we can improve the density of bone. And, if we gut the uterus and ovaries and boost testosterone levels, we can get a woman down to about six percent body fat.”

Without it being said, Supergirl understood the “woman” in question was Amal.

“The thing is, no matter what we do, the five-to-one ratio remains. Broaden the shoulders to allow more muscle mass. Lengthen the limbs to increase throwing whip. Heck, we can even re-enforce the brow ridge to increase the brain’s resilience to trauma. But, as Amal learned last year, it’s not enough—not against you.”

With a sigh, Alexis re-focused on the hologram. “After her defeat, and subsequent incarceration, Amal was recruited by The Swarm. They’re the ones who turned her into this,” said Alexis, pointing with obvious disdain. “They’re the ones who broke her out and made her into Riven.”

“And what about you,” snapped Supergirl. Imagining the horrors that Amal must have suffered. “You’re no angel. After all that you’ve done...don’t you dare play innocent.” With her face turning red, Supergirl craned her neck along with an accusatory finger towards Alexis. But as she shifted her weight, her eyes unexpectantly bulged. A grunt escaping her lips, as her costume – slippery and wet, oozed into her vagina—hindering her ability to walk.

Indifferent to Supergirl’s outburst, Alexis remained calm. Her cold eyes seemingly enthralled by the young heroine’s uncontrolled anger. “I never said I was an angel. But if you want to know who really created Amal; take a long, hard look in the mirror.”

Supergirl jumped back, shocked by Alexis’ condescending tone.

It was now Alexis’ turn to get animated. “You have the power of a god. And yet, under your watch, Amal’s people were all but hunted to extinction? Chased up their sacred mountain, left to rot on the sole peak of that otherwise desolate land.”

Supergirl wanted to shout back. To silence Alexis with a quick punch. But deep down she knew Alexis was right. Turning away, Supergirl ceded ground. Her doubts returning, she rested her head in her hands, while tears filled her eyes.

Alexis, however, wasn’t satisfied. Circling her prey, she dove in for the kill. “You know what really pisses me off about you Supergirl? It’s your reluctance to get your hands dirty. You want everyone to admire you, but what have you done to warrant a pedestal?

“Me, on the other hand.” said Alexis. Stretching out her hands. Her vanity on full display. “Well, I’ve built a business empire. A woman in a man’s world. And yet, here I am – with no powers – crafting humanity’s future. No, revolutionizing it.” With a twirl, Alexis re-settled a cutting-gaze on the Girl of Steel. Her hand reaching out, playfully flipping up the young heroine’s skirt as she asked, “so, tell me, which one of us is the real super girl?”

With a gasp, Supergirl’s hands raced down. Gathering her skirt and pressing it against her crotch, her watery eyes trembling at the sight of Alexis’ growing smile.
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“Well, well…a girl indeed.”

As Alexis’ laughter rung out, Supergirl was beyond humiliated. Her blush warming her cheeks. Wiping her tears, all she could think of was escape. But, as she looked up at the ceiling, the throbbing in her bladder fueled her insecurities.

“Washrooms are down the hall; to the left,” blurted Alexis. The image of Supergirl’s stained costume – dripping and wet – sucking against her vagina, all but doubled her over.

Extending a hesitant arm into the air, Supergirl felt her costume tugging against her body, deepening her camel toe, as she blasted through the ceiling. Despite worries that she was leaving behind more than just a trail of debris, she was unable to look back—chased up into the sky by Alexis’ laughter and her own tear-filled screams.

To be continued ...
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Post 2 months ago

Damn, to bad Amal was not really there.
Though, Supergirl soiling herself, ooohhhh totally worth it. While the image is old it does the job. Wish we could actually see her bursting. Imagine Amal’s big arms squeezing the drops outta her.

Enough with the teasing already. I say strip Supergirl and put a diaper on her. Better yet a collar. Love the effort. Others should use images to.

Drippity Drip, can’t wait for more.



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Still loving this. Can't wait to see wait happens.



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Big thanks to both Exxon and Clyde for your comments. Glad you're both still enjoying the tale.

Unfortunately, I've decided to give the images a rest - at least for now. But don't worry Exx, Riven will be back.

Actually, for anyone still on the fence, this is a good time to catch up. From here, things should steam ahead.

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With its grid-iron skyscrapers – each one taller than the last – Metropolis’ picturesque downtown was concentrated on an elongated peninsula. A narrow, finger-like strip of land, separated from its surrounding burrows by a pair of flowing rivers that combined only at the tip, before emptying into the waiting sea.

Situated on the adjacent West bank, The Docks were amongst the oldest parts of the city. What it lacked in shopping and tourist amenities it made up for with an unparalleled view of the downtown and ample, cheap office space. Filled with rows of abandoned warehouses, this remnant of a bygone age was beginning to undergo a small renaissance, as co-ops and artisanal hubs rushed to fill the vacant, box-like buildings that dotted the shore. But the first and most iconic adapter remained the Daily Planet.

With its tacky, copper-colored dome, The Planet was more than just the city’s largest paper, it was a paragon of journalistic excellence. Thanks to its large international readership it remained the paper of record. Even in the digital age, it continued to set the standard.

Normally, Linda Danvers felt proud to walk these hallowed halls. But today…well, today hadn’t exactly been her best. Starting with the press conference in Washington D.C., she had endured what seemed like an endless cycle of humiliation. With the latest having taken place only moments ago inside the ladies’ room—hidden inside a stall, hands frantically working to dry her crotch.

Even now, as she walked towards the elevators, her costume remained uncomfortably moist beneath her disguise. The soft fabric sticking to her vulva on one side and her black leggings on the other—prompting Linda to constantly inspect her lap to ensure that nothing was seeping through.

In truth, things could have been much worse. With her bladder bursting, she had arrived at The Planet with but seconds to spare. It’s like my body is working against me, thought Linda, shuttering at the recollection of the soiling she had narrowly averted.

Cramped and bloated, her period was ragging, causing her leggings to press uncomfortably against her waistline. The tight fabric wedging between her bum, highlighting the flawless curvature of her cheeks.

Her situation was becoming dire. I’m bleeding like a soldier. Already she was on her final tampon. And for the second time, in less than three hours, she needed to race home and switch into a fresh costume. In short, she felt like a child. All she wanted was to run away, but first she needed to speak with her editor.

Whatever it took, Linda was determined to hold Alexis accountable for her crimes. She may not have been responsible for The Swarm, but her actions had been no less monstrous. Just thinking about what Alexis had done to Amal caused Linda’s blood to boil.

But even as she approached the elevator, what Linda couldn’t escape was the laughter. She could still hear Alexis’ condescending voice ringing in her ears, causing her jaw to tighten like her fists.

With a huff Linda conveyed her irritation at the two men crowding the doors. They haven’t even pressed the button! Reaching between them, she met their unsolicited stares with a flash of annoyance. Their hungry eyes racing to take in the swell of her breasts, as she pressed the upward arrow.

Luckily for them, Linda remained fixated on Alexis. Her mind already framing her story—shaping the arguments, she would use to convince Perry to green-light the piece. Stepping into the elevator, she felt a rush of energy. Gripped by the familiar writer’s high, she didn’t even notice that the two men had followed her in.

Stroking her chin, Linda couldn’t wait to share The Swarm’s findings with Oracle. She had actually never met her partner in crime. At least not in person. But they had become close in recent months. And now, finally, all their investigative work was bearing fruit. The best part was that Alexis, in her arrogance, had provided the missing piece. Confirming what they had both suspected all along: LexCorp was concealing funds.

Linda could already smell the front-page scoop. Greed, corruption it has it all. Upon picturing the headline, a smile spread across her face: Alexis Luthor’s tax free, billion-dollar slush fund revealed.

Beaming with excitement, Linda was drawn back to the men huddled over their phones in the corner. Unable to resist the urge to listen-in on their hushed giggles, she tilted her head—her anger instantly swelling.

The fat one was practically drooling. His voice modulating as he spoke with lust-filled groans. “Ooohhh, she’s ssssoooo smooth. Look there’s not a hair on her. Aaahhhh…I can almost see her pussy.”

Irritated, Linda shot them a hard look. Normally she wasn’t bothered by the misogyny of the newsroom. Men were constantly looking at porn, even at the office. But these two were way out of line. Even on a more normal day, she wouldn’t tolerate this kind of behavior.

Stepping towards them, Linda squared her shoulders, opening her chest. “Gentlemen, this isn’t the place.” Her repulsion beaming as their wild eyes elected to ignore her steely gaze; focusing instead on her long, shapely legs. Delighted by the revealing stretch of her leggings and the form-hugging fit of her white shirt, tugging against her curves.

It took everything she had to refrain from wiping away their sheepish grins. A swift knee to the balls should do it. To think, she had caught them red handed and still they felt no shame. Instead, to her bafflement, they actually felt inclined to share their excitement. As if I would be interested in their smut.

And yet, as the nearest man held out his phone, Linda froze.

She couldn’t believe it; they had been ogling photos of her. Of Supergirl! Her skirt raised. While the underling blue fabric – dripping and wet – seeped between her lips—all but exposing her vagina.

Clasping her mouth, Linda was horrified. Her skin crawling; filled her with disgust.

“There’s dozen’s,” said the fat man. His stubby fingers swiping across the screen, revealing multiple angles.

“Yeah, they’re all over the web,” explained the tall lanky one, his voice laced with excitement. Smacking his chapped lips, he extended his own phone. Linda’s eyes instantly shook with fright. For there, in the center of his screen, was a close-up of her breast—her pink, perky nipple clearly visible though the slit in her costume. “The Swarm just released this batch. Apparently, they were taken by victims of the Honolulu missile.”

With a laugh, the fat man added, “power of the cloud.” His elbow digging into his friend’s ribs “Not a bad way to go, if you ask me.”

Before Linda could protest, the elevator doors opened.

Sensing her anger, the two men hurried past. Their erections clearly visible as they exited with one final glance. “Sorry, no time to chat; breaking news and all,” chirped the fat one.

It was the last bit that left Linda paralyzed. Bracing herself against the elevator doors, her eyes looked out at the newsroom in disbelief.

Breaking news indeed. On every screen, near-naked images of Supergirl were flashing. As far as Linda could see, reporters – people she called friends – were gawking at the TV’s. Some making lewd remarks, while others barked orders in an effort to coordinate the Planet’s coverage.

Ignoring the howls of excitement ringing around her, Linda stormed down the central passage. Barely able to contain her rage, she dulled her senses to the exploding chaos. Doing her best to filter out the endless stream of profanity: the plethora of second-rate jokes and semi-pithy remarks about Supergirl’s chest and the all too predictable eye-rolling puns regarding her S.

She couldn’t believe the press had turned on her—on Supergirl! It’s like they want to see me fail, huffed Linda, bursting into Perry’s office.

Well, she wasn’t going to let it happen. The Swarm, Alexis…they had all had their fun. It was time to set the record straight.

“Perry! We need to talk.”

As if expecting her, Perry White beckoned Linda to approach, waving her towards his desk.

The voice that welcomed her, however, was female.

“Ah, Danvers…glad you could join us?”

Linda spun around. But it wasn’t the video camera inching towards her face that startled her—Bin did that on her own, with her customary smile and circle-like wave.

To be continued ...
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A lot of nice secondary humiliation in this chapter, showing the effects of Supergirl's embarrassing run-ins with both Alexis and the Swarm. I look forward to more as well as an uptick in the action of Supergirl facing her opponents directly. Fun stuff to read, girlofsteel.


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A lot of nice secondary humiliation in this chapter, showing the effects of Supergirl's embarrassing run-ins with both Alexis and the Swarm. I look forward to more as well as an uptick in the action of Supergirl facing her opponents directly. Fun stuff to read, girlofsteel.
What he said. Scene is nicely set for a showdown.



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I agree! A very interesting diversion? from the main action!



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Just want to give a big thanks to Dr. D, Clyde and Masmune for your comments—super appreciated.

As I finished this latest bit, it occurred to me that there's a version of this story that hypothetically could have started here—with this chapter.

Which caused me to question whether I've gotten this whole thing wrong. Should the formula really just be Supergirl + villain = humiliation, the end?

Does this genre have an appetite for a slow burn or is it purely a mad dash, to well..."the good parts"?

I'd love to hear what people think?

Oh...and hope you enjoy - ciao for now.


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The camera looked huge in Bin’s small hands.

“Hope you don’t mind” said the petite reporter, working the focus. “Need to test this thing before hitting the streets. Public reacts to Supergirl’s disgrace…you know, that sort to thing.”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve…,” snapped Linda, “after that stunt you pulled with the general.” While Linda couldn’t prove it, she had no doubt that Bin was working with The Swarm. From the start, she had been at the center of the day’s troubles. No, the catalyst thought Linda, her face twisting with rage.

“It’s called journalism Danvers. You’d know if you’d actually practiced it,” replied Bin, even as Linda brushed away the lens with a huff. “Oh …don’t be upset princess, just because your hero has turned out to be a slut.”

Suddenly, wary of the petite reporter’s presence, Linda slowed her pace. Her blue eyes narrowing, scanning the large, rectangular room for signs of trouble, even while subconsciously touching her stomach. Squirming from the tightness of her leggings, she was grateful for the opportunity to adjust her waistband and hopefully, with a bit of luck, her burgeoning camel toe.

Nestled in a corner, Perry’s office was bathed in natural light. The glare amplified by the numerous awards that hung, like paintings, on the otherwise sparse walls. The large, wooden desk, where Perry sat beckoning her over, was located on the far side of the entrance. In between, lay a worn, leather couch. And a small circular garbage can, with crumpled pieces of paper littered around it.

Perry’s aim still hasn’t improved mused Linda. But before she could resume her advance Bin, once again, began circling. Her buzzing amplifying Linda’s growing headache. Resting her head in her hand, Linda attempted to push back the pain. But Bin’s endless questioning only caused the room to spin faster and faster.

“I didn’t see you on the plane.” Softening her voice Bin feigned concern, “I was worried that you’d be trapped in D.C. Everything was just so hectic. How did you manage to arrive?”

With every sarcastic word, Linda’s blood boiled.

“No matter,” teased Bin, relishing Linda’s unease. “The important thing is that you’re here.” Still working the camera, Bin began circling ever closer to her prey. She wasn’t done playing…not yet.

“I mean, who could blame you; following Supergirl’s sex-crazed display I too needed some alone time.” Raising and eyebrow Bin sharpened her voice. “Tell me, was that you I heard in the washroom.”

Bin greeted Linda’s advance with a calculated smile. The stink of her breath washing over her young adversary’s face, fogging her glasses. Despite Linda’s athletic build, Bin held her ground. Elevating onto her tip toes, while simultaneously using her words to chop her target down. “Look at you, all flushed and heated. Did I hurt your feelings?”

Such was Linda’s anger that she didn’t even notice her phone vibrating. All she had to do was breathe, and Bin would be flung across the room. Or better yet, out the window. The thought of dangling the venomous woman in the air by an ankle; wrangling a confession out of her, instantly filled Linda with warmth.
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Wise to Bin’s game, the young reporter pushed back the noise clouding her mind. Just like back at the Pentagon, Bin was throwing up shadows. She’s trying to get me to lose focus. Steadying her steely gaze, Linda could feel her confidence returning. Determined to expose Bin, she replied in a slow and deliberate tone, “you’re pathetic.”

With his two, star reporters verging on blows, Perry steeped in. “That’s enough!” His baritone voice bouncing off the walls as he ripped off his glasses and flung them onto his desk. “You’re both professionals, act like it.”

“But Perry—”

“I said that’s enough, Linda.”

Without looking, Linda could feel Bin’s grin. But it wasn’t until Perry shot out his arms, directing her towards the scattered photos on his desk that Linda’s shoulders slumped. He didn’t have to say it. The images spoke for themselves.

“'Supergirl’s Shame' that’s our headline.”

Perry’s words hit Linda harder than any punch. In recent months, the long-time editor and chief of the Daily Planet had become, some-what, of a mentor.

Even during the early days, when she struggled to find her voice, he was the one who pushed her to develop her writing. Mercilessly tearing apart her ledes; tightening her nut graphs and circling every spelling error with his infamous red pen.

It had taken time, but Linda had come to recognize the kindness beneath Perry’s gruff exterior. Often disheveled and unshaved it wasn’t unusual to see a coffee stain or two on his shirt, especially when he was in the middle of a tough edit. Grumbling in displeasure as he battled his number one foe—bullshit.

In short, there was no one who Linda respected more in the newsroom. Whenever she was stuck or in need of advice, she knew she could turn to Perry.

That’s why she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. From the beginning, Perry had championed Supergirl’s heroics. “What do you mean?” she pouted. Her arms shooting out to her sides in protest. “This…this isn’t her chief,” pleaded Linda. “We…we can’t run this; it’ll ruin Supergirl!”

“Damn, right,” said Bin. The battle won, the petite reporter turned—camera still in hand. “Time to film some streeters,” she gloated, her bloodshot eyes redder than normal. “Metropolis reacts to Supergirl’s downfall. I’m telling you boss, Supergirl was squealing like a pig… her pussy wetter than a mop…isn’t that right Danvers?”

Without giving Linda a chance to respond, Bin plowed on. “Fallen idol. Ha…this stuff writes itself. Guess this means you won’t be working on any more LexCorp pieces for a while.”

Glancing at Perry, Linda was shocked to see him nodding in agreement.

“Supergirl is the bigger story,” insisted Perry.

“But…but…”

“Oh, buy a clue Danvers,” interrupted Bin. “No one cares about tax avoidance. It’s water to fish. It may be immoral but that doesn’t make it illegal. Plus, it doesn’t sell. Now Supergirl’s debauchery…well that’s front-page shit.”

Linda hadn’t realized the depth of her predicament until now. Her eyes bulging, taking in the images of her raised skirt – her costume drenched in her fluids, slithering into her vagina – she finally realized how far she’d fallen. Rao… I do look like a whore.

She had to stop this. Whatever it took she had to convince Perry that Supergirl was being set up. And that meant confronting Bin. Reaching out with her hand, Linda grabbed the petite reporter by the should and yelled, “You’re doing this!”

As expected, Bin greeted Linda with a smile. “Is that desperation I smell,” gleefully replied the petite reporter. Her eyes blinking wildly as they raced down Linda’s toned body.

But it wasn’t until Bin teased, “You gonna tend to that,” that Linda’s heart began to pound. Her jaw dropping as she realized where Bin’s focus had landed. Suddenly, Linda could feel the moist fabric of her costume. Her mind frantic, racing like the sweat rolling down her face – perilously hanging from the tip of her nose – as she held her breath and nervously cast her eyes upon her crotch.

Thank Rao.

A swell of relief washed over Linda. Finally, able to exhale, her sunken cheeks vibrated with every breath. Filled with elation, she forgot about her costume’s slippage. And yet, a nagging thought lingered. Why did Bin—my phone!

Linda had completely forgotten about the device in her hand. Flustered, she hurriedly stepped aside, thankful for the distraction.

The message appeared to be from Oracle. She must have learned about The Swarm’s findings. Having missed the original text, her phone was now buzzing intermittently. Wait, thought Linda, reading the message from the beginning…this can’t be right.

  • Oracle: Get out. Swarm is coming.

The sound of screams caused Linda to swivel. Wraiths were rappelling into the building, descending from the roof and crashing through the windows.

Cursing her decision to dull her senses, Linda instinctively turned. Grabbing the front of her shirt, she prepared to sprint for the exit.

Except—Riven was already there.
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To be continued ...
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Personally I love the build up and the story development. It makes the "good parts" better.

Please keep the instalments coming.



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Still wonderful. Still captivating. Still sexy and provocative! Still terrific writing. Not sure why you're even having doubts on this story: it's great!


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Still wonderful. Still captivating. Still sexy and provocative! Still terrific writing. Not sure why you're even having doubts on this story: it's great!
Yes, absolutely agree.



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Looks like a rematch is coming, and the GoS is hot and ready, just not for a fight!



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Couldn’t agree more with comments. Story is lit. The only way you could screw this up is by putting our girl in pants. Thankfully Riven has other plans.



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Wow, thank you for the (amazing, wonderful, encouraging) comments.

It's hard finding time for this and your support ...well, it helps make the pain worthwhile.

For better or worse, here's the next part:


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Linda’s heart jumped.

She could feel it flip-flopping—hammering against her chest.

The wraiths had taken control of the entire floor. Their black cloaks flaring as they swarmed out from the elevators and crashed through the windows.

All the windows.

“Get down,” shouted Linda. Sensing a high-pitched burst, she spun just as the glass behind her shattered.

Shielding her eyes, the wraiths rappelled into the office. Guns drawn—not towards her but at Perry. Before Linda could react, the wraiths already had him by the neck. The pain from the gun pressed against his temple forcing him to scream.

“Let him go,” demanded Linda.

But it wasn’t just Perry she had to worry about.

Lucy, Cutter, James – all her friends and colleagues – had been rounded-up. In total, there were more than 20 staffers with guns directed at their heads. Tears streaking their cheeks as the wraiths escorted them into the spacious office to form a circle around Linda.

Everyone she knew – cared for – was suddenly in jeopardy.

There’s no way I can free them, thought Linda. Even at full speed they’re too far apart. The guns too close…I might not make it.

Clenching her fists, Linda turned, directing her anger towards the woman responsible.

“Poor thing, trapped like a deer in headlights.”

Riven’s voice boomed over Linda, rattling her bones. The ripped beauty was even larger than she remembered. Her 5’11” frame bulging with muscular perfection. And yet, even as her veins popped, snaking up her exposed arms and sculpted belly, the villainess’ curves remained unquestionably feminine.

Her olive skin straining, highlighting every muscle as she spoke. “Did you know that the average human brain races through 2,500 thoughts per hour? That’s over 40 a minute. I wonder, how many are racing through your pretty little head?”

Linda could feel her mind slipping—consumed with doubt. They know who I am.

And yet, the villainess halted her advance. Her gaze rotating to the side in tandem with the silver mask extended in her hand.

Bin’s outstretched arms eagerly accepted the gift. Her bloodshot eyes disappearing behind the screaming visage with a pressurized hiss. Another wraith had joined the ranks…except, instead of a cloak and a gun, Bin’s camera served as her weapon.

Unsure of what to do, Linda hesitated. She could feel the slick sweat forming across her brow. Raising her hands, she slowly prepared to tear off her shirt and spring into action. But as Riven’s gaze returned, her confidence waned.

Despite her own athletic build, Linda’s lean muscles paled in comparison to her foe’s larger, denser physique. Riven’s two-inch height advantage was especially pronounced as she began to circle. “So, you’re Linda Danvers.”

Like a predator, Riven’s eyes swept up and down. Taking in Linda’s slender frame, the muscle-clad beauty converted her scowl into a smile. “I’m a big fan. Supergirl bias aside. Tell me, how long does it usually take her to show?”

She’s toying with me. Daring me to expose my identity.

As she passed behind Linda, the villainess’ pace slowed to a crawl. “Does she take seconds? Minutes? I’m dying to get reacquainted.”

With Riven’s fingers brushing the small hairs on the back of her neck, Linda’s heart began to thrum. Averting her gaze, the young reporter could feel her legs wobbling with every whisper. “You know, with a body like yours, you belong in front of the cameras not behind a desk.”

Suddenly, Linda’s eyes bulged. Her breath catching in her throat. Startled by Riven’s hold—not on her neck, but her bum.

“Stop that,” demanded the young reporter. Swiveling, she batted away the woman’s clawing touch.

“There she is,” beamed Riven. “I knew you had fight in you.”

Despite her foe’s challenge, Linda was stripped of her fury by the distinct click of metal.

Horrified by the pale faces of her friends, she slowly began to back away. Relaxing her fists – she spun left, then right – desperately pleading for the gunmen to lower their weapons.

“What’s the matter hero?” chided Riven, refusing to let Linda slip away. Sneaking up behind her, the muscular woman wrapped her hands around the young reporter’s waist, pressing her tight.

With the muscular beauty’s crotch grinding against her bum, Linda’s rage gathered like a typhon. Twisting and turning, she fought to break free. Grabbing the woman’s thick wrists, she began prying them away from her stomach.

“Careful little girl,” warned Riven, taking a playful bite of Linda’s ear. “People are watching.”

A look of horror flashed across Linda’s face. Oh Rao she thought, grasping Riven’s meaning upon catching her reflection in Bin’s camera. But it was the blinking red light that worried her. With a gasp, she turned towards the newsroom floor. Just as she had feared, her face was on every screen. Not Supergirl’s but Linda’s. We’re live.

Overwhelmed, Linda’s mind descended into chaos. Halley tried to warn me. But I was too arrogant to listen. From the beginning, The Swarm have been setting me up. Chipping away at everything I hold dear.

But despite all her might, she felt powerless. Even as her friends screamed, there was nothing she could do. Except beg. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Of course, you will,” said Riven. Her hands, once again, roaming across Linda’s stomach—exploring the smooth feel of her abs. “Until Supergirl arrives, you’re mine.”

Until Supergirl arrives?. Was it possible that Riven didn’t know her identity? Or was this another trick? Suddenly, Linda wasn’t so sure. Her problems at the press conference began only after she appeared as Supergirl. Maybe, she could still get out of this. Maybe all she had to do was play along.

Still, there was only so much she could take. Already she was squirming, desperate to contain the muscle-clad beauty’s unwanted touch. The woman’s ravenous fingers riding her natural curves like a track—skirting dangerously south. Grunting frantically from the effort, Linda began to inch the woman’s hands away.

“You obviously work out,” stated Riven.

Linda instantly took the hint. Relieved to feel the woman’s attention shifting, she eased her resistance, surrendering control of her hips.

“You know, I always wanted to be a reporter.” Riven’s tone was playful and, yet, menacing. “To explore hidden truths. To question the established narrative. For instance, how does a desk jockey, who spends her days writing stories, have the body of a fitness model?”

While concerned by Riven’s words, it was the woman’s hands that troubled Linda. Moving up her sides, they began squeezing her lats. Her foe was no longer holding back. Consumed with panic, Linda started to twist and turn, desperate to get free.

She’s strong. I…I can’t breathe.

“The second thing that bothers me,” continued Riven. Her hands fanning out, threatening to grab hold of Linda’s breasts. “Is that you – unlike your friends – appear immune to my power.

Distracted by the woman's clawing fingers – wrapping and digging into her breasts – Linda was too busy protesting to catch on. With her adrenaline racing, she snapped her head back, grinding her perfect, white teeth she angrily shouted, "let go!."

Secret Identity be damned, she was putting an end to this charade. Locking her gaze on Riven, she grabbed hold of the woman’s wrists and prepared to break free.

But as the seconds past, Linda remained paralyzed. Even as Riven continued to juggle her breasts, her expression remained frozen, absorbed by the colonel’s deathly stare.

Surrounded by blood, the villainess’ eyes appeared to explode. Flowing like mist, her vibrant hazel irises were laced with hues of sparking orange and yellow.

While Linda seemingly remained immune, her friends were already flushed and feverish. Clear mucus gushing from their noses, spilling into their mouths and down past their chins. Their eyes then rolled up into the heads. A second later, their limbs began to jerk. Some lost control of their bladder, while others began gnawing on their lips. Their teeth chattering like insects, ripping into their own flesh.

The virus. It’s her!

To be continued ...
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Delicious sexual tension and menace, exquisitely laid out.
Too short! Gaaahh! You torturous witch! But thanks for the sampling. When's dinner served?


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To explore hidden truths by ravenous fingers. To question the established narrative like is Supergirl all powerful, invulnerable, and above human weaknesses?

I for one am for tuning in and finding out the answers to these hard hitting and deep probing 'questions'!

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Big thanks to all.

Clyde — You're a man of few words – just my type.

Dr. D — Sorry, the broom is staying out for one last update (see comments at end).

Ksire — Thanks for the laugh; I needed it. Definitely all hard-hitting from here.

On with the show:


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“Enough!” shouted Linda. Thrusting her head back to smash her skull against Riven’s face.

Staggering back, the muscle-clad beauty instantly hollered—blood dripping from her nose.

Linda needed to act fast. Perry, Lucy, Cutter and Jimmy were already bending over, choking on the blood that filled their lungs; clogging their airways. Urged by the rasping breath of her friends, she swiveled to confront her hulking foe.

Clenching her fists, Linda stepped forward, looking to knock Riven out with a single blow. With luck, she'd even be able to use her momentum to “accidentally” stumble into Bin’s camera; persevering her identity.

There would be time enough to worry about the details. For now, all that mattered was saving her friends.

It took less than a second for Linda to realize that her fantasy had come crashing down.

She didn't notice it at first, but as she stared at the blood-stained cloth pressed against Riven's nose, her body went cold. My shirt!

Shifting her gaze down towards her chest, Linda confirmed her fears. Her trembling eyes illuminated by the all too familiar red and yellow S stretched flawlessly beneath the oval-shaped hole in her white top.

Licking her lips, the colonel smiled. She could still feel the soft warmth of the heroine’s breasts melting in her firm hands. For years, she had assumed that the Maid of Might’s gravity defiant curves came courtesy of a bra. To her delight, the only thing surrounding Supergirl’s perky tits had been her silky, form-hugging costume. Releasing a sensual moan, the villainess couldn’t wait to get her hands back around the young blonde’s pert flesh.

While her foe fantasized about the pleasures to come, Supergirl remained frozen in horror. Riven’s hands had torn open her shirt, revealing her secret to the world. As Bin’s lens zoomed in, Supergirl’s eyes trembled, struggling to come to terms with what had just transpired.

The Swarm was taking everything away. Her image, her identity and now…her friends. Perry! Lucy! Drawn to their screams, Supergirl shook free of the camera’s hold. One by one, her friends were falling like dominos—twisting and writhing as they collapsed onto the floor. She couldn’t believe the amount of blood gushing from their mouths. There’s so much. If she didn’t act now, they too would be lost.

Linda had no choice; she knew what she needed to do. Stripping the remnants of her shirt from her body, the Maid of Might stepped towards Riven. Her secret revealed, there was no longer any point in pretending.

Without breaking her stride, the Girl of Steel pulled off her wig. Her fingers sweeping back her newly freed blonde locks. She then proceeded to tear off her leggings, revealing her luscious legs and bobbing skirt. As the last vestiges of Linda Danvers were carried by the wind, only Supergirl, in all her glory, remained.

“You wanted me Riven. Well here I am.” As she shouted, the heroic beauty shot forward, tackling her muscle-clad foe. Her shoulder aiming squarely at the ouroboros inked across the hulking woman’s impossibly taught abs.

Upon impact, Supergirl wrapped her arms around Riven’s waist, securing her hold. Blasting into the air, she needed to get the villainess away from her friends. Finally, she would put an end to The Swarm. Finally, she would make this woman bleed for all she had done.

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“I knew it.”

“Oh…come on.”

“What? You’re telling me with an ass like that you’re actually surprised. Bruh, please, it was obvious.”

Halley Garda did her best to block out Q-Ball and Reggie’s banter. Since arriving in Metropolis things had been hectic. Like they hadn’t already been crazy enough. Even before they had stepped off the plane, a chopper was revved and waiting.

They had arrived to track down The Swarm; instead, the team was now racing towards yet another hostage crisis. But as they approached the Daily Planet, none of them – despite Q-Ball’s claims – could believe the chatter they were hearing. So, Linda Danvers is Supergirl. I guess it makes sense.

Looking over at Heath, Halley could tell that he too was nervous. And tired, she thought noting the dark bags under his eyes. Her fingers twitching, rattling the keys on her laptop, she wrestled with whether or not to reach out. To end the ridiculous silence that, following the morning’s press conference, had engulfed them.

“Hal.”

Halley was startled as Heath shifted towards her. She hadn’t expected him to talk.

“That signal you picked up, it’s still emanating from the Planet…isn’t it?”

Halley replied with a quick nod. He thinks it’s a trap. Fiddling with her pony tail, she conceded, he’s probably right.

“They knew Supergirl would be there,” said Heath. He could tell by the pull on her lips that she was already thinking the same thing.

Locking eyes with Halley, Heath leaned closer. “I want you to hang back when we arrive.”

“What!?” shot Halley. “No way, you need me.”

Shaking his head, Heath insisted. “I need you to break that code. Reggie and I will scout ahead. You, Ana and Q-ball will guard the rear.

“But—”

“Hal, The Swarm have been a step ahead at every turn. Breaking their code could be the only way to bring them down.”

There was logic to what he was saying. While Ana had tactical experience, she was primarily a snipper. And, as the team’s coms expert, Q was better suited to the rear. Reggie, on the other hand, needed to get up close. His explosive expertise could prove vital in a pinch.

Still, Halley objected. Her delicate features hardening, in tandem with her tone. “You don’t need to protect me. We should stay together.”

“Protect you? Hal, you’re the toughest one here. Heck, we both know you’re the real leader. You’ve always been.”

Before Halley could protest, Heath flashed a comforting smile. “It’s okay, Hal.” Reaching out, to touch her shoulder, he could tell that she was stunned, struggling to accept the compliment.

“Good,” said Heath, as Halley reluctantly conceded. He had meant every word. She had seen the danger posed by The Swarm before anyone else—even Supergirl. Staring at her blue eyes, he felt his face warming, relieved to see her smiling back.

As silence followed, they both knew nothing more needed to be said. Their friendship would survive. But as they looked down at the destruction surrounding the Daily Planet, they began to wonder whether the city would as well.

To be continued ...


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So, from here on out, no more entrees (though – and here’s looking at you Dr. D, I think the audience has been well served. But I get the point).

To those craving full-on action, I promise, you'll get your fill.

My question is this: considering we’re at the climax, would folks prefer to keep updates as they are, or would a pause to allow me to deliver the whole thing in one reading be preferable?

Also, I’m thinking of putting Supergirl in pants – thoughts? Kidding, but if there are any special requests now would be ideal. No promises, but if it works, it works.
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I'm grateful for whatever you choose to do, but I'd prefer keeping updates as they are and therefore no pause. (as it is I think I am wearing out the refresh button waiting to enjoy the next instalment.)

As for requests, I'm hoping the revolution will be televised with Supergirl's costume taking some damage.



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Clyde123 wrote:
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I'm grateful for whatever you choose to do, but I'd prefer keeping updates as they are and therefore no pause. (as it is I think I am wearing out the refresh button waiting to enjoy the next instalment.)

As for requests, I'm hoping the revolution will be televised with Supergirl's costume taking some damage.
Thanks Clyde. I'll work on the costume damage. And with a bit of luck I'll be able to scrounge up a camera or two.

Hang in there - update on the way.


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Howdy folks,

Every chapter has its obstacles - this one especially.

Switching from set-up to fight mode proved challenging. Way more challenging that I expected. There's a different rhythm to a fight (in story terms: it feels like a structure within a structure), which was hard for me to unlock. Not sure I've (bad pun) hit it. But, at this point, I'm out of ideas on how to make it better so, for better or worse - voila:

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Supergirl’s beach-waved locks lashed her face with every twist and turn. Her screams fueling her rage, propelling her frantic efforts to land a meaningful blow against her muscular foe.

But with the ground rapidly approaching, the heroic blonde knew that all she really had to do was hit the brakes.
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Sure enough, Riven slammed against the asphalt. Her powerful body tearing into the concrete, forming a trench, as gravity sent her tumbling across the vacant lot.

Although her clothes were tattered, the villainess instantly managed spring to her feet. Her movements unhindered by the light bruises that permeated her olive skin. Spitting dirt from her mouth, the hulking beauty locked eyes upon the Girl of Steel; wiped her lips and, with a flick of her wrists, signaled for more.

How’s she still standing? thought Supergirl. Her cape and skirt wrapping her slender frame, as she landed with a gentle bounce. That fall…we were fifty stories up! Glancing over her shoulder, towards the shattered windows of the Daily Planet, she easily spotted Perry’s corner office. As she stared, she could hear Alexis Luthor’s voice in her head, warning her: whatever she may have once been, Amal is no longer human.

Wincing at the recollection of Alexis’ gruesome description of Amal’s transformation into Riven – elongated Limbs; augmented muscle mass; increased bone density – Supergirl continued to stare in a mix of disbelief and admiration at her muscle-packed foe. Rao, the pain she must have endured to become this…this monstrosity.

And yet, despite the web of pulsating veins coursing throughout the villainess’ chiseled frame, Riven still retained elements of her femininity. Her smooth skin and curvy features, endowing her with a potent mix of both beauty and beast. A walking biological weapon, from whose every pore seeped a deadly virus. A virus that had already claimed the lives of thousands. Perhaps millions, if I don’t stop her, thought Supergirl.

But it was the woman’s wild eyes – with streaks of orange and green flaring around cold, dark pupils – that caused the Girl of Steel to shutter. I can feel death stirring inside her.
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Suddenly, a chill traversed Supergirl’s spine from the weight of the ripped-goddess’ looming shadow. Clenching her fists, she felt relieved to be standing in the vacant lot. Construction equipment and shipping containers—thank Rao. Scanning the box-like buildings that lined the waters’ edge with her super-vision, the heroic blonde continued to count her blessings. More machinery than people. The virus won’t be an issue.

While Supergirl was aching to put this pretender in her place, her mind kept drifting back to her friends: Lucy. Perry. James. There was so much blood. I don’t even know if they’re alive.

Struggling to control her anger, a burst of spittle flew from Supergirl’s mouth as she spoke. “You’re going to pay for every last life you’ve taken!” The real surprise, however, was the blast that erupted from her eyes. Overwhelmed with emotion, not even the Girl of Steel was prepared for the ferocity of her attack. While her foe was sent flying, Supergirl’s arms shot out – accentuating her sleek muscle tone – in a desperate bid to maintain her balance.

As her heat-vision warmed her face, imbuing her cheeks with a rosy glow, images of Honolulu’s destruction flashed through Supergirl’s mind. Suddenly, Riven’s screams were no longer sufficient. Everyone keeps telling me how powerful she is. That I shouldn’t underestimate The Swarm. And yet, by Rao, I swear she’ll bleed for all she’s done. Lifting into the air, with arms extended, the enraged teen pursued her hulking foe across the vacant lot.

With a grunt, Riven’s flight was brought to an abrupt end. But instead of falling to the ground, she remained in the air, re-introduced to the outer warehouse wall by Supergirl’s fists. This time the barrier crumbled, sending Riven, along with pieces of cement, skidding into the building.

“Get up,” commanded Supergirl, “I’m not done with you.” Relishing her familiar dominance, the Girl of Steel powered forward. Her long, luscious legs crisscrossing as she backed her sweat-dripping foe into the corner. “What’s the matter?” taunted Supergirl, her red boots clanking, drowning out the sound of Riven’s squeaking bum against the concrete. “I thought you wanted another shot at the title?”

With a condescending huff, Supergirl reached down, grabbing the battered colonel by the straps of her bra. This feels familiar, thought Supergirl a telling smile spreading across her face as she handled the woman’s massive, 5’11” girth with ease.

Disturbed to see history repeating itself, Riven frantically groped at the heroine’s wrists. With energy zapping from her eyes, the hulking beauty’s muscles sprung to life. Her raw power visibly cascading down her arms, feeding into her large, meaty hands. And yet, despite her focused screams, she couldn’t break the young blonde’s dainty grip.

It’s time to put an end to this charade. “You dare threaten my friends. Reveal my identity. Humiliate me on national TV!” As she shouted, Supergirl effortlessly slammed her foe from one side of the corner to the other. Determined to make Riven pay, Supergirl repeated the process, enlarging the cracks forming in the concrete until, finally, with blood staining the colonel’s pearly-white teeth, she relented.

“Don’t tell me you’re already finished?”

Brimming with confidence, Supergirl didn’t expect the woman’s laughter. “Hardly, blue bird. And I didn’t threaten your friends. I killed them. It’s a pity you missed their final moments. The kicking. The screaming. The glorious rattle of death. But don’t worry, your clock is ticking. Tick, tock Girl of Steel. Tick, tock.”

The insults didn’t bother Supergirl; she’d heard them before. The claims regarding her friends, however, left her shaken. Dead. NO! Overwhelmed with concern, she shouted, “you’re lying!” Her eyes frantic, trembling in denial. But as Supergirl recalled the ashen look on her friends’ faces – their bodies emaciated like the dead officers at Pearl – she knew Riven was speaking truth.

Halley had confirmed as much back at the Pentagon: every human who has come in contact with the pathogen has died. Grinding her teeth in anger, the Maid of Might re-adjusted her grip on Riven’s bra, pulling her close. Incensed by the woman’s haunting laughter, Supergirl drew back her fist. Her arm shaking, uncertain how far she was willing to go.

Sensing the young blonde’s hesitation, Riven pounced. Swooshing the blood in her mouth, from one side to the other, she took aim at the startled teen’s face.

Instantly, Supergirl howled. The warm gush of red stinging her eyes. Her lungs burning with every cough. It didn’t matter where – not with the foul stench of her foe’s tainted blood washing her face – Supergirl just needed to get the woman away. Far away. Reacting more on instinct than anger, she flung the ripped beauty across the room.

As she wiped the blood from her eyes – flicking her fingers dry in disgust – Supergirl could hear the woman’s flailing body, bouncing against distant metal and concrete.

For a second, Supergirl was gripped with worry. Even though her Kryptonian physiology all but ensured her immunity to any Earth-born virus, she had come in direct contact with her foe’s deadly blood. Still, it hadn’t affected her before; why would now be any different? With a roar, Supergirl swiveled. Her lean, toned legs effortlessly launching her into the air. Just as she suspected, the virus was having no affect.

With adrenaline pumping, the Girl of Steel was back in pursuit of her foe. A smile on her face from the wreckage of debris. Delighted to see that she had tossed the colonel from one side of the warehouse to the other.

Sorry Riven, no place to hide, thought Supergirl, spotting her wobbling foe scurrying towards the row of concrete pillars that formed the spine of the warehouse. This is almost too easy. The muscular beauty was clearly trying to flee.

Accelerating, Supergirl felt her excitement grow. Preparing to grab the woman’s round, muscular shoulder, she extended her hand. But before her fingers could reach, the villainess spun on her own—Riven wasn’t trying to escape, she’s looking to attack!

With ease, the colonel’s massive hands bit into the concrete, ripping the 16-foot-high pillar from its base. Her powerful legs tearing into the ground, allowing her upper body to generate the necessary torque to swing the pillar like a bat.

It was now Supergirl’s turn to slam into the wall. The concrete cracking, forming an outline around her body, hindering her efforts to pry herself free. But even as the Maid of Might found her footing, her head continued to throb. Clutching her cheek, attempting to lessen the pain, she could feel it swelling from the impact of the blow.

The sting only fueled her rage. She had underestimated her opponent. This time there would be no holding back. Despite the dust cloud that had engulfed her as the pillar shattered, Supergirl stumbled forward.

She could see the silhouette of her fast approaching foe. Unleashing her fist, the heroic beauty targeted the nebulous mass. But all she encountered was air. With momentum carrying her, Supergirl frantically attempted to re-square her body.
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Too late.

Riven was already waiting. Her large fists exploding out of the dust cloud, delivering a quick one-two against the Girl of Steel’s exposed abs.

With a grunt, Supergirl staggered. Her blood boiling, she attempted to ignore the sting in her belly. Desperate to retaliate, she began swinging—eyes wild.

Rao, she’s fast, thought Supergirl, attempting to hunt Riven down. But, despite her mass, the villainess kept sliding in and out of range with the speed and agility of a woman half her size.

With every miss the throbbing in Supergirl’s abs flared, causing her to grimace from the pain. Finally relenting, the heroic teen growled in frustration. Okay, she’s tougher than I thought. For the first time, she could feel her heart racing. Her sunken cheeks fluttering with every labored breath.

Raising her hand, she was surprised to feel sweat across her brow. A puzzled look instantly gripped Supergirl’s face. Despite the presence of the sun – its warmth bathing her skin through the building’s glass roof – she felt tired, almost feverish.

Riven, on the other hand, appeared fresh. Even through the tears in her khakis, her olive skin radiated a warm glow. Her muscular tone enhanced by a sheen of perspiration. While her damp, tattered bra clung tightly to her breasts, accentuating her flawless curves.

Just staring at the woman’s perfectly sculpted abs, caused Supergirl to tire. Her eyes shifting in and out of focus, drawn to the ouroboros inked across Riven’s armored-like abs. Suddenly, with her thoughts drifting, Supergirl couldn’t tell if it was her head or the snake that was spinning.

Staggering back, struggling to re-establish her footing, images of Honolulu, once again, flashed through the young beauty’s mind. She could see her outstretched hand reaching, unable to grab hold of the missile. The same hand that, only moments ago, had failed to take hold of her foe’s shoulder.

Reeling with doubt, she began to wonder, maybe the virus has been affecting me? Not enough to kill me, but slowing me down? No! snapped Supergirl, stepping towards Riven. No more mind games. I just need to catch my breath and then— That’s it! Supergirl couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before. Of course. How poetic.

As the Maid of Might had hoped, Riven was swept back. Her super-breath clearing away the dust and slamming the villainess against the very wall that she, herself, had impacted. Almost immediately, she could feel her haze clearing. Encouraged by the fresh set of cracks in the crumbling concrete, she felt her strength returning. Just as I thought, it was all in my head. Dismissing her concerns about the virus, Supergirl pressed her attack, sending Riven’s flailing body through barrier and back out into the vacant lot.


Although chaffed and bruised, Riven willed herself onto her knees. At first, she couldn’t make out the sirens. With her head throbbing, everything sounded muffled. But as she brushed the dirt from her body, it wasn’t the pain or the sight of police or even the gathering media that concerned her…at least not yet.

Her smile returned upon spotting the Girl of Steel. Foolish bitch thought Riven, watching the young blonde confidently stroll past the rubble. Her blonde locks swaying, in tandem with her measured gait. You should be pressing your advantage, instead of posing for the cameras.

Tick, tock Girl of Steel.
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To be continued ...
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Thanks Clyde. I'll work on the costume damage. And with a bit of luck I'll be able to scrounge up a camera or two.

Hang in there - update on the way.
Excellent news! I thought the transition to fight mode worked well, this epic story goes from strength to strength.

This is one of my all-time favourite stories.



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Seems the big bad is getting stronger, or SG's strength is waning. Really enjoying the story.

Thanks GoS!



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I'm doing this one quick (especially the images). Which means, I'll probably circle back and edit later - sorry, I hate doing it this way...just pressed for time at the moment.

To all those who've commented - thank you. Actually, BIG thank you. You folks are stars.

I know it's been said before, but it can't be said enough: feedback is a writer's life blood. Just knowing that someone (anyone) is out there...well, it makes a difference. So, my inability to draw aside, consider taking a sec to leave a thought or two. Whether good or bad it's honestly appreciated.

Clyde - you said this is becoming a fav ( :bow:) - what other stories do you recommend, always looking for good reads?

Ksire - I miss your stories. Tell me, has anything here actually surprised you?

And to anyone I've lost along the way, I'd love to hear why? Honestly, I'd like to know.

Lately, I feel like I'm writing the same couple lines over and over, hopefully it doesn't show but definitely in a creative rut.

Oh... and hope you enjoy.


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“You didn’t really think you could defeat me?” Clasping her hands, Supergirl punctuated her cocky tone with a slow, deliberate crack of her knuckles.

All the pain. The suffering. And for what? “You’ve barely lasted longer than last time.” With a snicker, the heroic teen struggled to contain her contempt.

Approaching her crawling foe, the Maid of Might could see the media gathering—with Bin and her camera front and center. At first, she worried that the surrounding wraiths were hunting for more hostages. Wait! Why are they helping them? thought a baffled Supergirl, as the wraiths began distributing protective masks.

Clearing her head with a quick shake, the Girl of Steel turned back to Riven. Come on Kara, keep it together. Stopping this killer is all that matters. Whatever Bin and the wraiths were up to it would have to wait.

With every step, Supergirl sensed her familiar swagger returning. Gazing down at her battered foe, a cool wind filled her hair. Swirling up her parted legs, the breeze instantly enhanced the pleasure she felt upon gripping the smooth curve of her hips. Her blue eyes twinkling with confidence, she proudly showcased her flawless, S-covered breasts.

Finally—she was back.

“You think you’ve won,” coughed Riven.

The Girl of Steel had seen the same disheartened look on countless opponents. So predictable. Holding back a laugh, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. No one ever wanted to admit defeat. To accept that they had been bested by a 19-year-old girl. Sorry, but that just won’t cut it, thought Supergirl, pretending not to notice Riven’s clawing fingers, digging into the dirt.

She actually still thinks she can win, mused Supergirl, standing back, allowing Riven to stagger to her feet. Instantly, the colonel sprung forward, her arm arching up towards the Girl of Steel’s face.

“Disappointing,” teased Supergirl, effortlessly plucking the villainess’ hand out of the air before she could release the dirt. “I expected more than cheap tricks.” In truth, Riven’s startled gaze was everything Supergirl had hoped for. Playing to the cameras, the Maid of Might slowly tightened her hold on the muscular beauty’s fist, forcing her to scream.

Works every time thought Supergirl as Riven howled. Now for the other one.

As expected, her foe doubled down. A cool smile spread across Supergirl’s lips as the colonel lashed out, desperate to free her other fist. I almost feel sorry for her, thought the heroic teen as she, yet again, intercepted her opponent’s attack. Her slender muscles easily overpowering the hulking beauty’s massive, pulsating frame.

Even as the colonel’s feet dug-in, forming a trench, the Girl of Steel advanced with ease. Relishing the shock on Riven’s face, Supergirl flicked her hair from her shoulders. From here it was just a matter of going through the motions. With both of Riven’s fists trapped, she welcomed the cameras with a beaming smile.

Judging by the number of reporters, every network had gathered. The world was watching. Time to end this, thought the Maid of Might, enjoying her dominance, as well as the media’s attention.

But the colonel wasn’t the one who screamed.

Distracted by the cameras, Supergirl never saw the kick. The thundering blow rolling back her eyes – forcing her to release a long, drawn out moan from the pain – as it landed between her legs.

Desperate for relief, the Maid of Might frantically pulled away from Riven. Her hands collecting her skirt as her fingers melted into her throbbing mound. But despite her caressing touch, the hurt kept building. Her eyes watering with each successive wave. The pain bending her knees, hinging her bum every closer to the ground.

It wasn’t until Supergirl lifted her gaze, sensing the attention of the press, that her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. Relaxing her grip, a cringe swept her face. Struggling to find her footing, her opponent’s laughter only fueled her rage.

With a scream, Supergirl spun towards her muscular foe, determined to exact revenge.

But, Riven was waiting. With the dirt still in her hands she flung it at Supergirl’s face.

Staggering back, the Maid of Might howled. Rubbing her palms against her eyes, she managed only to increase the pain.

To the media’s surprise – and to that of the millions watching at home – the villainess had flipped the script. Incredibly, she had been the one in control all along. Like a chess master, Riven had been planning several moves ahead—luring the overconfident Girl of Steel into a vulnerable position before delivering a devastating blow.

Despite the familiar red glow forming around the heroine’s eyes, the muscle-clad beauty retained her poise. Ducking Supergirl’s heat-vision with a quick, graceful roll, Riven instantly closed the distance. Her fist already clenched, she exploded forward, pouring everything she had into her upper-cut.

Supergirl’s head snapped back. Her teeth chattering from the blow. Though temporary, the flicker of darkness shooting through her mind was enough—she had lost her legs.

With bursts of heat-vision sputtering from her eyes, Supergirl tumbled. Her long, blonde mane gracefully flowing down, draping her shoulders, while she, herself, landed unceremoniously – with a loud, sharp yelp – on her bum.
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After only a simple touch, she could tell something was wrong. That more than just her pride had been hurt. Despite the pain, she continued exploring her chin. This can’t be. With a wince, Supergirl lowered her gaze. She couldn’t believe it. Her blue eyes wide, shaking in disbelieve from the red blob, coating her fingers. I’m bleeding!

Though small, she had never been cut before. Flustered, Supergirl whisked her hand away, as if the act would, somehow, erase the gash from the view of the circling media.

Putting on a brave face, Supergirl turned to the cameras. To her surprise they weren’t focused on her red-smeared chin. Instead, their lenses swept down. Way down. Confused, she followed their gaze. It didn’t take long to realize what had captivated their attention.

With a huff, Supergirl snapped her legs shut. Unfurling her skirt from her waist, she held on to the hem, frantically pulling it down.

In the past, she had never been bothered by the media’s fixation with her underskirt. But the look on Riven’s face – tongue slowly licking her lips, eyes lusting over the scant, blue fabric – instantly caused her to recoil. Gripped with disgust, the Maid of Might continued to hold her legs together as she wormed awkwardly back onto her feet.

“Tick, tock. Tick, tock.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” yelled Supergirl. Her body taught with tension.

“Tick, tock. Tick, tock.”

“Stop it!” screamed Supergirl. Enraged by her opponent’s hungering eyes, she shifted her weight onto her lead foot and lunged with her fist.

With a smile, Riven casually stepped back. Feeling the wind generated by Supergirl’s punch, but none of the actual force.

Resetting her balance, the Girl of Steel continued to give chase. Displaying her athleticism with a quick spin, she, once again, swung with everything she had.

Still, Riven avoided the blow. Her quick feet shuffling left, then right as she teased, “you call yourself a hero. But where were you when my people were being slaughtered?” Taking advantage of the Maid of Might’s exposed stomach, Riven struck with two stinging fists.

Clutching her abs, Supergirl staggered from the pain shooting up her side. With each labored breath, she could feel sweat dripping – like dew on a window pane – down the sides of her face.

“Sorry babes, you have the look but not the chops to wear that S?” declared Riven. Kissing her knuckles and brazenly extending her fist, to gage the distance to Supergirl’s face.

“You know nothing about me,” hollered Supergirl. Batting away Riven’s arm, she darted forward, pouring everything she had into her swing.
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“I know you’ve never actually been challenged,” replied Riven, easily evading the young blonde’s clumsy attack. “Yes, you have power, but how can you know what’s in your heart until you’ve faced resistance? It’s easy to be brave when there’s nothing to fear. The thing is, we are what we overcome. Struggle is what defines us. And you, babes, have never been tested.”

Though battered and bruised, the colonel continued to bide her time. Dancing in an out of range, she knew her survival – at least temporarily – depended on her continued ability to stoke the young blonde’s unbridled aggression.

After all, a lifetime of training had taught her that discipline; not muscle was the key to victory. Pain, suffering that’s what creates character, not some silly costume. For the battle – the real battle – was in the mind. That's why Supergirl, despite all her powers, would soon be on her knees. "Tick, tock. Tick, tock."

Angling her body, to avoid another flurry of blows, Riven marveled at the Maid of Might’s waisted energy.

The heroine was all but telegraphing her attacks.

POP! POP!

The hulking beauty slipped Supergirl’s lazy hook and punished her with two more stinging blows.

Once again, Supergirl cringed from the pain rattling her abs. She tried to hide it, but even as she shook off the attack, she could feel her energy waning. On some subconscious level, she understood that her enemy was baiting her, but in her frenzied state it didn’t register. Driven by hurt and ego, she re-clenched her fists. But all she found were shadows. Her frustration growing under the weight of her enemy’s verbal assault.

“The media’s flattery has blinded you. Don’t you see, you’ve failed Supergirl. How else do you explain a world in which the guilty hide in plain sight, while innocents suffer? Do you deny the rising inequality? The growing spiral of polarization. The concentrated wealth?”

Yet again, Supergirl struck air. Her chest heaving, she dried her sweat-lathered face with her sleeves, while Riven’s words festered.

She didn’t want to admit it, but she was tired. Despite her brave face, she could feel her muscles burning. And yet, pride compelled her to stop tending to her aching abs. Never before had she exerted herself like this. And, in her exhaustion, she began to worry that Riven was right.

Even as she re-gained her balance, summoning the will to continue, Supergirl’s thoughts drifted. Her opponent’s words lingering—reminding her of all the times she had worked late into the night as her alter ego. But no matter how many stories Linda Danvers produced the Alexis Luthors of the world kept getting away.

Increasingly, even her efforts as Supergirl felt futile. Week after week there was always another villain to defeat—each stronger than the last. From nuclear proliferation; to environmental degradation; to growing hunger; she couldn’t deny that the world was becoming a more dangerous place. There was no end to the violence, not when the divide between the rich and the poor – the haves and the have nots – was exponentially increasing.

Demoralized, she averted her foe’s swirling eyes, searching for the words to respond.

Riven’s fists, however, ensured that all she offered was a whimper.

As her head popped back, Supergirl could feel her cheeks reddening. Startled by the onslaught, she was unable to align her brain with her legs. She couldn’t explain it, but her foe was definitely getting stronger. Rao, how’s this possible?

Blow after blow, pain washed her face. Her jaw hanging with every gasp, unable to process the blistering speed of her opponent’s fists, her legs wobbled.

“Admit it, you’ve failed,” snapped Riven. Keeping pace with the Maid of Might’s retreat, she delivered a blood splattering hook.
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Supergirl’s head was left spinning. Her opponent was simply too quick. Too well trained. Too disciplined. Tending to her split lip, Supergirl grunted from the pain. A shudder sweeping down her sweat-riddled frame upon turning back towards her hulking foe.

Entranced by Riven’s sparking eyes, the Maid of Might detected something she had not felt in years: fear. For the first time, she realized she could actually lose. Riddled with doubt, her mind raced.

To be continued ...


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Post 2 days ago

Another awesome chapter. Thanks, can't wait to see how the battle continues.

As to what stories I have really enjoyed here are a few....

- Dr. Dominator's Supergirl and the Military Exercise.
- The Fuchsia Fox series by Centurion and flirty_but_nice - (especially Return of the Shadow Tiger, Hostage!, Raging Bull and Someone Is Watching You).
- MISS AMERICA: RISING SUN by FreeFall
- Perils of Valora by Damselbinder
- Supergirl Gales of Destruction and others by Seraoni
- The Demise of Supergirl by Sir Lanceherlots
- The Erotic Adventures Of Supergirl by Ann Douglas



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After a couple of busy weeks, I've finally caught up on this story. Fantastic fight scene so far and even better psychological attack, GOS. I wonder if Riven is telling the truth about Supergirl's friends being dead already. That would be something crushing for her, even if Supergirl battled back and won. Can't wait to see where you take the rest of this story. Great work!


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