![Superman :supes:](./images/smilies/superman1.gif)
![Superman :supes:](./images/smilies/superman1.gif)
The police chatter still sent chills down her spine: a disturbance at Van Kull Maximum Security Prison. In the middle of the night. And on this date no less.
Five years to the day, Supergirl had responded to reports of a prison riot at Van Kull Max. Even then, the sight of the prison gave her the creeps: gothic and imposing amongst the deep forest surrounding it. But now, five years later, with the prison decommissioned following the incident, it seemed even eerier by the pale moonlight. An abandoned relic of a forgotten time. Or at least a time she'd rather forget.
As Kara Danvers stood before the darkened and shuttered maximum security prison, its front door wide open, almost beckoning her, the wind picked up and swished her little red mini skirt in the midnight air. And a cold chill began creeping up her inner thighs.
She smoothed the pleats of her skirt and shook her head. "Get a grip Kara. You're Supergirl. Nothing can touch you. It's probably just some creep hiding out in an old abandoned prison."
But that was just it. To her, this wasn't just some prison. It was Van Kull. A place she was as happy to see the behind of as the criminals she put there were happy to see her own behind flying away from them. Or at least that's what she always liked to think as she stood there and ran her hands over her shapely derrière, smoothing down her skirt.
No police would respond for hours- she had overheard it being given the lowest priority on the scanner. But something about the call didn't sit right with her. And even now, standing outside the prison, not one light and not one sound emanating from it...but that front door wide open, she knew she was right. Something was up here.
She took a deep breath....and stepped inside...
Almost immediately, she was hit by the smell. Musty. Salty. A lasting remembrance of the depravity she unearthed in the bowels of this place. She shuddered at the thought.
It was dark in here. Too dark almost. She could use her heat vision to light up the place a bit but had already decided it was best not to use her powers just yet. She didn't want to frighten anyone and Kal was constantly reminding her to show the people they were keepers of the peace, not weapons. She smirked at the thought when...
SCREE! SCREE! She jumped as a bat fluttered past her face. She smiled in embarrassment. Her, the powerful Supergirl, frightened by a bat? Ha! Though she had to admit, even after 20 years on Earth, the creatures still gave her a case of the heebie-jeebies. She'd have to tell Barbara next time she saw her.
As she made her way confidently forward into the deepening dark, she let her senses drop. Only a little...but just enough that she didn't yet notice the CCTV cameras in each corner of the facility that were tracking her every movement, drinking in every curve of her nubile body.
As Supergirl moved from room to room, memories flooded back. The empty cells. The abandoned guard posts. The shredded isolation chamber. And the stairs. Those very same stairs leading down, down, down towards....she did not like to think about it. Some memories were best left in the past.
She was just about to radio in that all was clear when, out of the darkness....
"Ah Supergirl! How nice of you to...drop in. Muahaha...."
Immediately, Supergirl tensed herself for battle, fists at the ready, her head on a swivel. The voice came out of nowhere...through the old intercom system no doubt. But somehow it sounded vaguely familiar. Eerily familiar.
"Who are you? What do you want?" she shouted into the darkness.
"That's for me to know and you to...well you'll see. Why don't you come downstairs and take a look? Muahaha..."
Supergirl tensed again. The basement. The one place she swore she'd never revisit. So many had died down there. There was nothing she could have done about it. But that wasn't what haunted her most either. What haunted her was something else. Something she suspected her assailant, whoever he might be, knew all about. Though she couldn't understand how.
"Why don't you come out and face me?" she challenged.
"Ah Supergirl, that hardly seems fair. After all, I'm just a humble scientist. And you...well, you are a wonder aren't you?"
She shuddered again. He was hitting on her. Not that she wasn't used to that tactic. Hundreds of criminals had tried it. A few had even got close to getting her out of her tights too. But that was when she was younger. More naive. More reckless. And besides she'd always gotten away unscathed. This time would be no different. But still...there was something about that voice...
"What's the matter babe in blue? Tits too stiff to come down one measly little flight of stairs to find me? Muahaha..."
Kara's brow furrowed. No villain, no matter how creepy, was ever going to get to her. "Snap out of it," she thought. "It's probably not even down there anymore. The DEO canvassed the place after the incident. Everything was tagged and taken away. Repurposed for something better. Anything better."
With a deep breath, she stepped forward...and down into the dark of the stairwell.
"Ah yes, that's it" the voice goaded her. "That wasn't so hard now was it Superboobs? Muahaha..."
She brushed off the crude comment and continued further down into the dark.
"Who are you?" she demanded. "Why are you here?"
"You'll find out soon enough," the voice chuckled.
Before long, Supergirl's red thigh high boots struck the concrete floor of the basement hallway. And that same cool tinge to the air crept up inside her skirt again and over her torso. She shivered and held her arms tightly over her chest. She'd never felt a cold like this before. In fact, she'd never even felt cold before.
"What's the matter baby? Need me to warm you up a bit?"
Without warning, the wall to Kara's left burst into flames. Jets of fire shot out towards her, engulfing her. But Kara walked calmly through the flames and laughed, her fire retardant suit unscathed.
"Ha! If you think fire can hurt a Kryptonian, you clearly haven't done your homework!"
Almost immediately though, Kara sensed movement from behind her and she spun around just in time to catch...a glowing green dart headed straight for her butt. As she caught it, she overcompensated with her strength, causing the body of the dart to burst open in her palm. A gooey green liquid oozed out of it onto her skin. Liquid Kryptonite!
She dropped the remains of the dart immediately and clutched her hand in pain.
"Muahaha! Unfortunately for you Maiden of Might, I was something of a nerd in high school. Homework has always been a hobby for me! And I always had a reputation for being..."
CLICK! CLICK! Kara looked back down the hallway. Her eyes widened as she watched row upon row of tranquilizer guns loaded with Kryptonite darts emerge from the walls, all glowing green and all trained on her.
"...thorough. Now, something tells me you were always something of a jock in high school, weren't you Kara?"
Kara's eyes widened again. How did he know her name?
"The kind of girl who made all the boys' heads turn without trying and all the girls maddeningly jealous...not that that didn't stop a few of them from sneaking peaks at you in the shower no doubt."
Kara gasped. She had caught girls staring in the shower before. But she'd always chalked that up to her being a Kryptonian in secret. She'd always been self-conscious about someone somehow seeing through her act and finding her out. But maybe their stares we're less sinister than she had thought. Less sinister...but more primal...
She clenched her vagina at the thought. Whoever her foe was, he was getting to her in ways she couldn't deny....but she wouldn't let him win. She'd never give him the satisfaction of knowing that, here down in the dark, with all those glowing phallic darts trained on her, he was slowly turning her on...
"Now that I see you're sufficiently intrigued by what I have to say, let's see that superhuman athletic form. Run Kara Run!"
The darts flew at Kara. And she ran from them. She was fast....but the Kryptonite she'd been exposed to had weakened her. She dodged and evaded most of the darts but a few struck her in her back, butt, and legs just as she stumbled into the next room.
Acting fast, she noticed a shining red button by the door. She struck it. Immediately, a blast door closed on the hallway behind her with a heavy thud and a large lock slid home.
She heaved a sigh of relief and pulled the Kryptonite darts out of her body one by one. They only contained a little bit of Kryptonite- just enough to make her woozy but not enough for her to pass out. She didn't know whether to be thankful or horrified by the realization. She couldn't help but feel like putty in her tormenter's expert hands.
She shakily got to her feet and looked around. As her eyes adjusted, she could make out something in the center of the room...and something very large dangling above it. Lights blinked back at her on machines located all over the room.
"Kara Danvers," the voice cooed all too close behind her. "Welcome back."
The lights snapped on overhead and Kara spun around when...
RIP!! She felt a tug at her shoulders and waist and felt her red cape and mini skirt ripped from her body just as she turned to stand face-to-face with...Maxwell Lord!
Her cape and skirt in either of his hands, he smiled at her menacingly as he looked her body up and down. She quivered under his gaze. She felt naked in just her blue leotard, dark tights, and red thigh high boots.
Trying to hide her shock, Kara placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes as she leveled her chin at him.
"Maxwell Lord. Why am I not--"
"Surprised? Oh, I think you are, Maiden of Might." he said as he approached her, tossing her cape aside.
Kara backed away and raised her fists. "Stay back! I'm warning you!"
"Or what? There's enough Kryptonite coursing through your veins to keep your powers sedated for the next 24 hours. I should know- I concocted each dose based on your..." He looked her up and down again. "...dimensions. How's your sister by the way?"
Max continued to advance on her. Kara backed away, her eyes darting from side to side, looking for something-- anything-- that could help her. "My sister isn't interested in creeps like you." She watched in horror as Max lifted her skirt to his face and sniffed it deeply. "And she knows where I am."
"Oh Kara, Kara, Kara, we both know that isn't true! If you had really told her where you were going, you'd have come with backup tonight. The DEO would never have sent you here alone. Not after what happened the last time..."
Kara continued to back up until her thighs bumped into something solid and cool behind her. A metallic table of some kind. She was now standing in the center of the room.
"Well...my cousin will find me. He will--"
"Not be able to hear you scream Supergirl. We're fifty feet underground inside a lead-lined room, a room you so happily locked yourself inside I might add. Good form," he teased as he pulled a vial of some clear liquid out of his lab coat and began dousing her skirt in it. "Or didn't you notice the lead when you walked in?"
Kara looked around the room in horror as Max continued to drown her skirt in the liquid. The entire space hummed at that frequency she knew lead to vibrate at. She should have sensed it earlier. She should have scanned for it. But in her arrogance and fear, she hadn't. "You've really sunk yourself smack dab into the middle of the soup this time, Kara Danvers," she thought to herself. "You'd better hope Max doesn't set the pot for boil."
Kara flipped her hair over her shoulder, not wanting to look scared but Max was practically on top of her now. "You're a monster, Max. What you did to those women, those guards--"
"Is about to happen to you!"
In the blink of an eye, Max was upon her, pushing her down onto the table as he pressed her red mini skirt against her nose and mouth, his other hand all over her boobs. "Count to 10, Supertits. This formula contains just enough Kryptonite and chloroform to keep you out for the next two hours. Trust me, you don't want to be awake while I rig your body for...the procedure..."
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Kara moaned from beneath her skirt. She did not like the sound of those words. And his touch on her chest made the rest of her body convulse in shock and disgust...and maybe, just maybe, a little excitement. But she quickly buried the thought as she struggled against him. There was nothing she could do to resist though. She was too weak in this sedated state.
Soon her eyes began to flutter as the Kryptonite-induced chloroform slowly took effect. But just before she passed out, Kara noticed a giant laser cannon dangling down menacingly overhead. The sight of it sent that same familiar chill up and down her inner thighs...and that was all she knew for several hours.
![Superman :supes:](./images/smilies/superman1.gif)
![Superman :supes:](./images/smilies/superman1.gif)