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Black Mask's Dirty Deal
by McGheeny
In a cold dark damp room a lone figure on a military surplus cot is curled up in the fetus position under a cheap wool blanket
A loud klaxon alarm stirs the half slumbering captive Supergirl. A wilted Kara wearily lifts her head from the flat dingy gray blue and white pinstriped pillow to the sounds of gunfire. The heroine wills herself to a half seated position on the hard metal cot with a cheesy mattress over hard metal wires and springs. Her nearly naked body dons just a skimpy pair of black and white vertically striped bikini panties and is covered with a wool blanket. Her back pressed against the cold green and gray cinderblock wall the heroine intently watches the cell door.
Outside the Krypto cell that has been Supergirl's residence for the past 10 days there is shouting of orders and automatic weapons being discharged in large bursts. Secured behind a thick metal door with a tiny covered slot window Kara can hear several small explosions just outside. The sounds of conflict continue for another several minutes before her small 8' x 8' room returns to silence. Footsteps sound just outside her door as the rectangular metal slide is drawn open momentarily and then shut. Kara pulls the blanket up around her chin and shoulders. A loud "CLICK" and the sound of metal sliding against metal and the heavy yellow painted door swings open.
Into Kara's cell walks a 6' 4" physically fit man wearing a white suit, black gloves and a black skull mask. He is holding a pistol in his right hand and his left is behind his back. The unexpected stranger studies the anxious blonde girl blinking her eyes as they adjust to the light while protecting herself beneath the cheap blanket. There is a momentarily uncomfortable pause before the man's left hand appears from behind his back as he tosses items at the girl. "Put on your uniform Supergirl and lets go," chuckles the stranger.
Kara looks at her Supergirl leotard, short red skirt, boots and cape. The girl quickly grabs the garments and pulls them under the blanket then looks up at the man, "My underwear?" The stranger remains motionless and quiet. Not wanting to waste time arguing she went to put on her leotard and stopped looking up at the large man, "Are you going to give me some privacy?" To her surprise the man crossed his arms and continued to watch the heroine. The blonde female turns her back to the man, "What, did your parents drop you on your head when you were a baby?"
"You had better hurry Supergirl or you will be left here when reinforcements arrive," says the deep voice.
Kara knew what to expect if she was still there when the other guards arrived. With a snort of disapproval the 5'6" 119 lbs blonde athletically slender Supergirl stands up. She is currently wearing just the skimpy pair of bikini panties with thin black and white stripes given to her when she was arrested and put into this cell. The pretty heroine steps one foot after another into her leotard and works it up her fantastic body as the black masked man watches. Once she has positioned the lower portion around her hips and pelvic regions she pulls the top sliding her hands threw the sleeves. Finally, the top is pulled up over her naked breasts as the girl centers the "S" shield on her chest between two prominent points located on the raised mounds of blue.
Tugging the elastic around the leg openings Kara stretches and snaps the bottom of her leotard into position attempting to cover her small firm heart-shaped rear. As she picks up her skirt she looks over her shoulder to see the man admiring her from behind. She closes her baby blue eyes for a moment before stepping into her red mini skirt. Again she brings the article of clothing up her long tan taunt legs and works the waistline into place. She zips up the skirt and turns to sit on the cot. The girl puts both boots on before finally standing and donning her cape.
Supergirl takes a moment to check herself brushing and straightening wrinkles, Kara remembers Bruce Wayne talking about Batman having run ins with a black masked villain. She got the sense that Bruce seemed to have an unusually exceptional knowledge of this bad guy, more so than any other degenerates that made up Batman's "Rogues Gallery".
Looking up at the man who just got a free peep show at Kara's expense, "Okay, now what?" The tall fit masked man turns moving out of the cell and into the hall leaving Supergirl alone in her cell once again.
Ready to leave the Mayor's special facility with all its depraved hospitality Supergirl follows her strange rescuer out the open door. She walks into the hallway still partially filled with smoke and signs reminiscent of a recent gun fight. The hallway still part of the underground facility has the same construction specifically engineered to block out any traits of the yellow sun. Also, the walls are covered with the same man-made green Kryptonite paint. The combination continues to suppress Kara's Kryptonian powers and abilities including the rejuvenation of those attributes.
Pausing a few steps outside her cell Kara observes several men emerging from a cell and closing the door. The heroine can surmise by drag marks on the floor and lack of guards that the masked man's group relocated bodies into the cell. Turning away from the men she comes face to face with their leader. Moments later the men have gathering surround the two of them.
"These are my eight freshly recruited followers," says the tall man in the white with black pinstripes. He then introduces the motley gathering of thugs as charter members of the newly formed, "The False Face Society."
A less than impressed Supergirl places her hands on her narrow waistline just above her hips, "So what are you doing here?" The man in the suit folds his arms across his chest and taps the barrel of his pistol on the chin of his mask. Kara rolls her baby blue eyes at the inane realization of the obvious. She shifts her weight to her left hip and exasperatedly exhales, "Okay, why rescue me?"
"We are here to break you out Supergirl," begins the Black Mask, "But, you will owe us BIG time." He can see wheels turning in the pretty girl's head. "Don't worry honey. I am sure you will find our requests will be easy and familiar. Something even you could do laying down."
Supergirl sighs, "Really? What do you want me to do for this act of generosity?"
"Oh trust me girly. This is no act of generosity," the man says flatly. "You WILL do whatever you are told. I know construction of this holding facility is MORE than sufficiently keeping you prisoner. This synthetic Kryptonite paint, although not 100% like the real thing, drains you keeping you powerless. The absence of the radiation from our yellow sun makes it impossible for you to regenerate any of those superhuman abilities."
The recognition of the facts causes dread to wash over Supergirl's beautiful face. "If you don't agree to my terms, right now, we will simply return you to your cell. I am positive the men and women guards, who have been treating you in their own special way, will surely understand you had nothing to do with this attempted escape. You will continue to receive the same hospitality from those guards you have been experiencing. Over the past...10 days?"
The degrading punishment and sexual abuse during her incarceration floods Kara's head. In a matter of seconds memories turned to embarrassment, then to shame which turned to anger. Just as the redness in her cheeks reached Supergirl's brain and she was about to fire back a chirp sounds from just inside the man's coat pocket. A voice comes over the radio announcing the arrival of reinforcements.
The man looks to his gang, "We are leaving." He then turns to the young blonde heroine, "Last chance Supergirl."
Kara is stuck, stay or go? The girl purses her lips, nods and says, "Let's go." An just like that the group is leaving the Mayor's special detainment center.
There is a run down the length of the green hall. A sore and stiff Supergirl does her best to keep up. At the end of the hall are two pairs of elevator doors and one doorway that leads to steps. The men exit using the steps. After the first two flights a couple of the masked man's henchmen are nearly carrying Supergirl up the remaining eight flights.
When they reach a red door marked garage the black masked leader stops and turns to the followers, "Okay now we sprint to the tunnel. He looks at an uncharacteristically exhausted Supergirl and grins, "Try to keep up Supergirl." He turns, opens the door and disappears. Kara shakes the men's hands from her arms and heads through the door behind three more thugs.
They enter a nearly vacant underground parking area. There are very understandable sounds of sirens and squealing tires in the levels above but the line keeps moving to the far wall. Their backs pressed against the cool stone two of the men move to and begin removing an air return grate.
Maintaining her position against the wall Kara is troubled that her powers are still absent. Since leaving the cells she should have begun to regenerate her powers but as of now nothing.
The metal grate is removed and the line begins ducking through the opening one at a time as the masked man keeps watch. When Supergirl reaches the opening the man makes a sweeping hand gesture inviting the girl to duck and go. When the blonde in blue and red crouches down the masked man spies that cute little butt and gives it a good kick with the side of his foot.
Kara is catapulted into the opening and left sprawled out on the other side. She gets up and looks back as another man has entered the crawl space. He motions the heroine to go. An embarrassed and indignant Supergirl gets to her hands and knees and moves into the tunnel.
Minutes later the crew and Supergirl emerge on the other side of a hole in the brick wall. The group is forming in a dark rainy wet alley where there are two dark vans and a stretch limousine running and waiting. The masked man is last to appear from the hole in the wall. Straighten up he looks to his second in command, "Take Supergirl back to the office. I will join you when I am done." There is a nod of understanding and the masked man heads to the limo.
"Where are you going?" asks Kara.
"I have a Tee Time in an hour with friends in Gotham...can't be late," muses the masked man.
Kara looks at street lights at the end of the dark alley and the stars in the partly cloudy sky and is fairly sure the man is not talking about golf. She turns to ask the man a question when three of his men step up to surround her.
As he heads to his limo he says to one of his society members, "They will escort you back home and I will be along when my game is done." He grins and looks Supergirl up and down shakes his head, "Oh girl, I can hardly wait..."
Supergirl and her entourage of bad guys watch the stretch drive down the alley and make a left turn on to the street and disappear.
The older stout man smoking the cigar steps up in front of the girl and growls, "Let's go Supergirl." He points to his left at the open sliding door of the dark van parked a few feet away, "In the van girly."
"I don't think so...Ooooppfff!" coughs Kara as a powerful fist lands in her breadbasket doubling the heroine over. Clearly she has not recovered from her extended captivity in the Krypto cell. "AHA!" moans the blonde good girl as a double fist hammer blow drops on the back of her neck driving her to her hands and knees on the cool wet cement alley. Hands grab her upper arms and hoist her to her feet.
As the two men hold Supergirl in place the portly cigar smoker begins methodically working the heroine over with malicious rights and lefts meant to subdue her defiance. After multiple shots to her ribs, stomach and cheeks the once proud Supergirl hangs limp in his teammate's hands. In a totally unnecessary move the man grabs a handful of golden mane and lifts the clearly dazed heroine's chin up. Drawing his thick meaty clenched fist back to Oklahoma he delivers a wicked upper cut.
The final blow does the trick as Supergirl's lovely legs go limp and her amazing body slumps into the men's grip. The old man raises the girl's head satisfied with the results, "Okay boys. Put our guest into the van and let's get out of here." The two men walk the unconscious Supergirl to the side door. As one man holds the heroine upright the other bad guy reaches down and takes a hold of her ankles. They lift the blonde girl up and begin swinging her back and forth, "One...Two...THREE!" and they toss the hapless Supergirl into the van.
All three men follow in after Supergirl. The door closes and the two vans head the opposite direction down the alley. At the end of the alley the vehicles make a left on Culpepper Avenue.
There is a next chapter on the way.
I have been back at it and will be posting an update to this story soon. Sorry for the inconvenience and and I appreciate your patience.
Sorry for being gone for so long. Sorry for the inconvenience and and I appreciate your patience. I have posted other stories and will be adding the next chapter to this story soon. Promise.
Added the next section to the story. I will keep updating now that I am back and recovered. Again, thanks for your support and input.
