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Hunter of the Amazon
Chapter 25
Lex Luthor sat in his penthouse office high above Metropolis. Superman, now known as Clay Winston, stood outside his office in a plain black business suit and tie, a .45 automatic pistol holstered under his arm. From his high-back butter-soft chocolate brown suede chair, the bald-headed villain pressed his fingertips together and looked out at the sunset over Metropolis. Never had he had such a free hand, yet one obstacle still frustrated him: Supergirl. Right now, the teen was no match for his intellect, but girls had an unfortunate knack for becoming women, and nothing was as unpredictable as an uncontrolled woman.
A soft chime drew his attention and he swiveled his chair to sit in front of the expansive solid cherry desk he prized as one of his many luxuries. The monitor on his desk showed the blond countenance of Dr. Hans Mengele. The young doctor stood in a tan suit, looking about impatiently, waiting to be buzzed in. Lex found it refreshing that the son of the notorious Nazi doctor Joseph Mengele did not dwell on his father's past, and the stigma that it attached to him. Instead he rode on the advantages of the name and discarded the inconvenient liabilities. Lex passed his hand over the electric eye that read his palm print and allowed the doctor in.
"Doctor," Lex greeted the German in his rich stentorian voice without rising. "How is our latest experiment going?"
Hans took a seat at the large desk across from the capitalist. "Very well, Mr. Luthor," the young German replied. "Your decision to use Superman to attack only your enemies and not the innocent was quite wise. While the procedure has affected his memory, I cannot guarantee that doing something so against his nature this early would not engender rebellious feelings. Still, getting him to focus on your rivals that he would already oppose…brilliant!"
Lex rolled his eyes. Receiving compliments from underlings was like having a cripple tell you how great you walk. "I am known for my intellect, doctor, and please refer to him as Clay Winston. Superman is dead and I intend he STAY that way. Now if what you say is true…then how do you explain how Clay took so quickly to raping that Jungle Queen?"
Hans nodded, "Repressed desires, Mr. Luthor; we all have a desire to reproduce and whether we admit it or not, we are animals, driven by a primal desire to compete with other males for females. Winston has been repressed a long time, worried about giving in to his urges as Super…well, you know, and injuring women as a consequence, so when you gave him the opportunity…" Mengele just smiled and put his palms up.
Lex steepled his fingers again. "I am glad you mentioned that, Hans. I have noticed you have certain urges as well," he continued without smiling, leaning back in the chair. "With the Brad fellow having the Thangarian at his feet, and Actaeon having Wonder Woman… tell me, Hans, how many more doses of 'medicine' does Clay need?"
Hans frowned, unsure where this was going. "Three more doses and you can stick a fork in him. Where is this going?"
Lex nodded, watching to see if he had judged the young doctor correctly. "How would you like to have Supergirl bow before you?"
Hans felt his arousal stir in his breeches "Mr. Luthor, I am a doctor so I…"
"…want her so badly you can barely contain it." Lex finished for him. "Please, Dr. Mengele, I have little time for fools. You just stated we all have desires. Mine is power, yours is having that young blonde nymphet prostrated before you."
Hands felt his throat dry, his pulse racing. "But by the rules Supergirl must go to auction, I could never afford…"
Lex interrupted him again "Hans! Stop playing the fool. Lexcorp has enough assets to pay her price seven times over. Look, Supergirl is a last obstacle for me for now. You get that formula right, and get it down her gullet and she is yours." Lex smiled for the first time, "I find my employees respond better if they get some recognition and bonuses from time to time."
Hans nodded "You have a plan?"
Lex nodded and passed his hand over the electric eye. "Clay, could you come in here?"
Clay Winston was through the door before Lex had finished speaking. "You called, Mr. Luthor?"
Lex smiled, enjoying the sound of his arch nemesis referring to him with respect. "Sit down, Clay. You know Dr. Mengele?"
Clay smiled, "Oh, yes, the doctor that found the medicine for my condition. Hi, Doc."
Lex leaned back, the leather chair creaking. "Clay, Cole Sullivan, from The Star City Register, is trying to threaten our operations. I have information they are going to try and turn you against me."
Clay chuckled "Heck, Mr. Luthor, I owe you my life. I'd never..."
Lex held up his hand. "They are going to send a woman after you. She will say she is Supergirl and that you, of all people, are her cousin...Superman."
Clay burst out laughing. "ME? Superman?" But he stopped and paused. "Why would they try and tell me that?" His face clouded as if he were trying to remember…something.
Lex leaned forward "It's all a ruse, Clay. I want you to head out to one of our taverns and when the woman shows up and says she is Supergirl, I want you to pretend that you believe her, at least at first. Buy her a drink and don't let her say no. Then test her. If she really*IS* Supergirl, you won't be able to take her, and she won't be able to fly except when she has her special effects."
Clay looked up, "And what then, Mr. Luthor?"
Lex smiled, "Then, Clay, I want her taken down…hard! She is to be a gift, for Dr. Mengele here."
Clay grinned, pleased to be able to help his mentor, "Sure thing, Mr. Luthor, sure thing!"
A day and a half later, Clay Winston found himself sitting at a small round wooden table in the Rogues Gallery tavern, one of Mr. Luthor's taverns. It was upscale but in a seedier area of town, and a front for some of Mr. Luthor's operations. Fights were well known, but Mr. Luthor kept the place up. Around the tavern's walls were stuffed animal heads and the tavern itself was built with rustic wood like a tavern from the Old West.
Outside Clay heard a whistling sound and caught a glimpse of a swirling red cape and a white tank top. Mr. Luthor had warned him there would be special effects with this woman.
Supergirl landed outside the tavern. The tip had come from Cole Sullivan, one of her cousin's love interests. While the neighborhood looked like it left a lot to be desired, the tavern itself looked clean, somewhat classy for the area, despite its rough reputation. Kara entered without a moment's hesitation. She was wearing her white tank top with the El family crest on her chest and her tight blue skirt. Today she wore hot red thigh-high boots; after all, she was not just a teenager any more. Her short red cape fluttered against her back as she moved to the door.
The moment Kara walked in, the entire tavern went silent and all eyes fixed on her. The only sound was the 1970's group, Abba, singing 'Dancing Queen' on an old-fashioned juke box. Almost immediately, a foul-smelling drunk stumbled up to the attractive blonde heroine.
"Hey, iz really you! Wazsh about it Shhooper Girl? Want to make sum' memories," he said, bringing his hand up and groping her ass under her skirt. His eyebrows went up, dumbfounded. It felt as if his hand was handling a silk-clad cannon ball. And then he winced in pain as the blonde beauty looked at him angrily. She was gripping his wrist just shy of crushing it.
"Hands off, Bozo! Go back to your drinking," she barked, loud enough to provide an example to the entire room. Then she shoved him away, causing him to fly across the room and bounce off the wall. He recoiled and fell face down on the floor for a moment, before miraculously standing up with a mumbled "Stuck up bitch." He shuffled over to the far end of the bar with the luck of a drunk so relaxed that none of his bones had broken.
Supergirl looked around the room. People were either staring at her or ignoring her, some hunched over hoping she would not notice them. Using her x-ray vision she inspected everyone. Most wore either a knife or a gun as she tried to pick out Kal-El.
Clay smirked into his beer. The trick with the drunk was interesting. Had someone paid a stunt guy to make this Super fake look good? It sure looked real. Looking down at his watch, Clay noted it was almost time for his last treatment. After that, he'd be cured forever. He glanced up as the woman, dressed as Supergirl, walked right past his table. If this had been the REAL Supergirl, and if he were her actual cousin, she would have recognized him immediately.
Supergirl walked to the back of the bar, before turning. She frowned. Only one man fit Kal-El's build and mannerisms but he was wearing a gun. Why would Superman need a gun? Still, it was the only lead she had. She walked up to him.
Clay found himself staring at the bottom of a short blue skirt and a pair of shapely legs sheathed in skin-tight hot red leather. His gaze lifted up past her bare flat midriff, feeling his lust stir, past her well-formed breasts and into her electric blue eyes framed by her sunny blonde hair. "You want something?" he asked.
Kara's super hearing could make out quite clearly that this was Kal-El's voice. "Just to sit down and talk. Kal-El, it's me, Kara…"
Clay frowned. Surely, she could not think he was THIS dim! "You wanna' sit, you buy me a drink," he nodded in the bartender's direction.
Kara looked shocked. "A drink? But Kal…" Supergirl started as the man's hand smacked the tabletop. She had expected the entire table to shatter into kindling but it hadn't. What was going on here?
"I am not doing ANYTHING wrong, Justice Leaguer! I don't mind if you wanna' talk…. but the price is a beer…and one for you, too since I don't drink alone."
Kara blinked, "Wait…I don't…"
Clay turned away from her, ignoring the woman.
"Okay, okay…" she relented, moving to the bar. She HAD to find out what happened and would rather not just grab him and fly him to the Watchtower.
Hans, posing as a bartender had been watching everything since Kara entered the bar. He felt a pang of lust to see what her smooth bare body would look like without even that skimpy outfit. Mentally he bet that she had red nipples.
Kara walked up to him and stuttered "..uuh..uhmm..2 beers…"
Hans smiled at her. "What kind?"
Kara blinked. "Gosh, I don't know. I never…uuhh…what do you recommend?"
Hans chuckled. "First timer, eh? You old enough to drink, sweetheart? Got any ID?"
"ID? I'm Supergirl. Everyone knows me."
"Everyone doesn't know how old you are. I need to see ID with your age on it."
Kara blinked. "Where do you think I keep ID in THIS outfit?"
Hans grinned widely, clearly undressing her with his eyes and enjoying himself. "I see your point. I'll let it slide…this time. I suggest two Kirin beers. That'll be six dollars, please."
Kara waved her hands at her body and answered with exasperation, "Again, the outfit. No pockets. No room!"
Hans nodded, "Fine. I'll put it on his tab," he said nodding at Clay. He pulled open the fridge below the bar and took out the two frosty mugs lined with the dusting of the lead isotope and lifted them up to the bar's surface. He then filled both frosty mugs with Kirin from the tap. Kara would serve her own Cousin his last dose. His pulse quickened just thinking about it. "Look, since this is all new to you, here's a smaller one for you…on the house…and a pint for your friend."
Kara thanked him and returned to the table with the two icy cold mugs of ale and sat down across from her cousin. Clay smiled at her. She sure was bold to come into the bar dressed like that. He accepted the ale and took a deep swallow nodding to the woman before him, "Well...come on, drink up. I told you I don't drink alone."
Kara looked down at the golden-colored beverage. Part of her got a small thrill; she had been curious about these drinks. She brought the foamy mug to her lips and took a sip. The carbonated drink burned briefly on her tongue, the taste sharp, with a bitter edge, before the sweetness edged into her mouth causing a warm relaxed feeling. She regarded the mug briefly, somewhat perplexed. A foam moustache rested on her upper lip before she licked it off her soft red lips, while looking at the mug in surprise.
Clay smiled, "What's this? The great Supergirl comes down to earth to enjoy such a maligned beverage?"
Kara put the mug down "It... has an odd flavor, but not like what I was expecting…" she was confused. Her cousin would never approve of her drinking, but she knew perfectly well that this was Kal-El…and yet he was approving. She leaned forward and said softly "Kal, what have they done to you?"
Clay took another deep drought of his ale, knowing his final dose of medicine was contained within. "Why do you think that I'm Superman?" he asked her, inwardly pleased. He had been warned she'd try this and he enjoyed stringing her along.
"Kal, you ARE Superman and we need…" she paused, seeing him point assertively to her drink. She sighed and took another drink, larger this time, a healthy gulp to get the thing over with. She set the mug down and was surprised by the sensation in her head. The alcohol, she assumed, gave her a slightly lightheaded giddy feeling, but she pressed on with Kal. "Uhh…we need you, things are going crazy out there and we can't find Batman either."
Clay shook his head, "Don't you think it's possible you're the one who needs the help?"
Kara blinked. "What do you mean?"
Clay sat back crossing one leg "Just look at you coming in here dressed like Supergirl. Everyone is ogling you in that showy little get-up. I mean, how reasonable does that seem?"
Hans watched from the bar. Kara was getting visibly agitated now and took another swallow of her ale, this time unbidden. He saw her register the sense of unbalance she likely associated with the alcohol instead of the heavy lead-laced compound he had placed in it.
"What do you mean dressed like? I AM Supergirl," Kara declared with a loud hiss, leaning forward. "And there's nothing wrong with how I look."
Clay had noted as well that she was drinking her ale. He wanted to keep her distracted so she would finish it. He was beginning to see the boss', Mr. Luthor's, wisdom more and more. If this was the real Supergirl, would she be so easily distracted? Not likely. "Listen, babe…"
With the stein in her hand, Kara snapped at him, "Don't call me babe." And in a fit of frustration, she lifted the mug to her mouth, tilted her head back and drained the rest of the ale in three big gulps.
"Right, right, whatever you say," Clay nodded, appeasing her, "Supergirl sitting here enjoying a brew with me, her good old cous', Superman."
Supergirl slammed the now empty mug on the table shattering the glass into flying fragments. Even those who hadn't been staring at the couple now were looking their way. The Last Daughter of Krypton glared at her cousin and almost shouted, "What do you want me to do, PROVE myself?"
"Absolutely, babe," Clay countered just as loudly with a smile. "I mean, it shouldn't be hard for Supergirl, right?" That elicited a laugh from the entire bar.
"Fine" Kara said standing up, "But be careful of what you wish for." She brought her fist down on the table splintering it into kindling, although it did not seem to break as easily as she had thought it would.
Clay stood up. "Hey! Stop that crap. You almost made me spill my drink!"
Kara stood with her arms crossed in her best Supergirl pose, a smug smile on her face. "Could a normal girl break a whole table like that?"
Clay shook his head derisively, "An easy martial arts trick. You have to do better then that, lady."
One of the dock workers came up, clad in a black pea coat. "Hey, you can prove yer Supergirl to m…OOPH!"
Supergirl 'palm heeled' the man in the gut without even looking back at him. He bent over and slouched back with a groan. "Don't touch me…" she warned, irate at all this foolishness.
Her action proved to be a mistake as the entire bar got up and began to advance on Supergirl.
Kara looked around at all the people crowding in and sneered, "Stay back, I am warning you people…I can take all of…" One of the men from behind her broke a chair across her back and she stumbled forward. Kara was shocked, thinking to herself "What's happening here? I FELT that…it HURT!" She turned and delivered a crisp punch to the man's face and watched him crumple like he had a glass jaw.
Several more patrons rushed her and Supergirl delivered a kick to a kneecap bringing down one man while elbowing a second. Clay watched, taking another swallow of his pint. She was tough, just the kind of person one of Mr. Luthor's enemies would send against him. But when he saw the look of pain on her face when another patron connected with a right cross on her jaw, he knew she was nothing but some shapely young street toughie in a party costume.
Kara panted as she fought. What the hell was going on? She had never PANTED before. Ducking a vicious haymaker to her head, she delivered her own body blow to the tall, thin rat-faced thug who'd just tried to turn out her lights.
"Kal, aren't you going to HELP me," she grunted as one man grabbed her around the waist. She used him to lift both feet off the ground and deliver a double mule kick to the large bearded workman in front of her. The man went careening back into a wall with a resounding thud that had him sliding down its surface with a blank expression on his face.
"Name's CLAY, sweet cheeks, and why should I? After all," he chuckled, "You ARE Supergirl, you claim. If you're in trouble, fly away. Tell you what, if you can fly, I will believe you and come with ya', how's that?"
Kara did not have time for this. If that's what Kal wanted, that's what she's do. Twisting out of the grip of the man holding her, Kara dashed to the rather surprised-looking Clay, gripped his shoulder with one hand and raised her fist to the sky…
Nothing happened…. " What in Rao's name is g...OOOOMMPPH!"
Clay watched with a smile when, after her attempt at flight failed miserably, a big black dude in a purple t-shirt stepped before her and landed a thumping punch to the blonde teen's bare midsection. The phony blonde heroine doubled over with a grunt.
Seeing blood in the water, the other sharks darted in. A large crew-cut blond thug gripped Kara's hair and delivered a series of five straight punishing jabs to her face. Her nose erupted with a bright red stream of blood down her face and onto her blouse, staining it. Shocked and enraged, Kara snarled, "That hurt!" She drew back her fist, not holding back this time, and threw the punch. Crew-cut saw her telegraph it and ducked easily while Kara saw her fist connect solidly with Clay's nose.
Clay stumbled back, surprised, and for a moment the fight stopped. Clay moved his hand to his nose and came away with bright red blood. Then he smiled and declared, "IF I am superman, hon', how come I'm bleedin'...just like you…" He gestured to her stained face, rumpled blouse and blood-streaked emblem on her chest.
Kara stared down in disbelief and then back up at her bleeding cousin. "Kal..I..I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on here. Something's wrong!"
"I'll tell you what's wrong, babe. You're nuthin' but a fake, and I don't take crap from anyone, especially fakes!" Stepping forward, Clay unloaded a sudden stunning gut punch into the blonde's exposed belly. Too shocked by Kal's behavior to defend her self, Kara crumpled to her knees, badly winded, her eyes tearing up. A follow-up right cross to her jaw from her looming cousin sent her down on all fours, stunned and confused and hurt!
She didn't understand what was happening! She only knew she was in deep trouble without her powers and surrounded by a roomful of angry street thugs…one of them her cousin!
"Get her boys," she heard Kal say and turned her head to look up at his snarling face in fear and shock. She hopped to her feet to defend herself but there was no super speed to the move at all. So when the whole bar then cut loose, Kara was quickly overwhelmed in a sea of bodies. She felt two people grabbing at her wrists while someone else kicked her behind the knee. The moment she stumbled forward, she caught a kick to her face and reeled backward, her ass against the floor resting on her own calves. Her head reeled with pain and confusion as her body went slack.
The whole bar had erupted now, and Hans watched with worry as the famous Maid of Steel was pummeled and kicked and beaten by the crowd of burly men. The girl was HIS and he certainly didn't want her dead. He tried to make his way through the crowd receiving several punches himself, only to be dragged back by Clay. "Easy Doc…"
Hans struggled "Let me go! I don't want them to…"
Clay laughed, holding the young man easily. "Relax, Doc. The boys are just havin' some fun. The little bitch deserves it…just watch for a bit."
By now Kara was exhausted, she had been kicked and punched so many times the lights were swirling in an unfocused haze through slits of her eyes. Every part of her now ached and she was too weak and beaten to move. A big man with a black beard currently had his hand gripping her hair tight against her scalp. Slouching in his grip on wobbling legs, that was all that was holding her up. Another man, clean shaven and well-muscled smiled, "Lift the bitch's chin!"
A third man smiled and gladly lifted her chin…higher...higher….
The clean-shaven man wound up and threw a hard punch directly into Kara's face which recoiled with a jerk and her knees went limp, touching together. The man behind her held her up by her blond tresses so her face couldn't droop to her chest. The whites of her eyes showed and a line of silvery drool slid out of the corner of Supergirl's mouth, along with a low anguished moan.
Hans watched in morbid fascination as the man backed up like a football punter, took three steps and brought a vicious kick up against Supergirl's unprotected pussy. The crushing blow lifted the girl up off her feet by several inches even as she felt the first man release her hair. Gravity did the rest and the renowned heroine fell onto the floor at their feet coughing and gagging miserably.
"Aaaaggkk….aaagkk…..ohhhhh…..hogk…hogk…hogk……ooooohhhhhh…."
Dimly, Kara felt the men roll her onto her back and lift her foot. They tugged at the heel of her boot as it came off easily exposing her bare smooth leg.
"Please…no…you can't…this isn't right…" Kara mumbled as they removed her other boot.
"This is right, sweetheart, my right!" A fat man in a black t-shirt imprinted with skull and crossbones, leaned over and smashed his right fist into Supergirl's temple and then everything went black as the helpless beauty's body slumped into merciful unconsciousness.
Hans struggled but Clay held him easily, smiling as Hans protested loudly, "No! Stop she's to be MINE. You can't…"
They ignored the youth. Her boots off, the men wasted no time, gripping her blue skirt and then her panties, tugging at the garments sharply to finally expose the soft camel toe complete with a bright yellow blonde nicely trimmed landing strip for her pussy. The bar cheered as one man held the skirt aloft and another one swung her panties about like trophies.
Both men looked at Hans while one of them grinned and called, "You can't have the girl but you can sniff her panties!" He tossed them at the bartender and the fabric, still warm from her body, landed on Han's face. "Have her skirt for dessert," goaded the second man, tossing the blue garment at his head as well. Hans pulled the heroine's clothes off his face and shook his head sadly at the scene. From behind him, Clay put him in a modified full Nelson. Hans just watched helplessly as other men removed Kara's top, revealing her soft warm breasts with red nipples just as Hans had imagined.
"Okay, that's enough, boys," Hans heard Clay announce behind his head as the grinning men stood over the fallen woman, each one had his foot on her pinning her to the ground. Hans felt Clay release him and he rushed to Kara.
"Hey! Back off, all of you. I am a doctor!"
They moved back, most chuckling "It's okay, Doc, look, she's not even hurt that bad," one short man said, pointing at the unconscious blonde on the floor.
Hans had to agree. Considering the amount of abuse they had done, her bruises and bleeding was minimal. Reassured, Hans realized he was now getting his first good look at the teenaged heroine. Her body was smooth, and her eyes nicely closed. Hans reached out to run his fingers through her blonde nether curls and down to the soft pouting lips of her cunt. The lips were puffy from the vicious kick, but the slight swell made them all the more arousing. He used a thumb and forefinger to part her sex and feel the thickness of the flesh, his forefinger wet with some of her sweat from the harsh ordeal. He watched Kara's brow wrinkle slightly, unused to being touched even while unconscious. The dosage must still be getting into her system or she would be more severely injured.
Clay stood nearby, spreading his arms wide and keeping the boys away, smiling as he watched the young doctor exploring his treasure. Han's hands went to those magnificent breasts. He had always dreamed of the milk that these would give…and he palmed her gently, feeling the silken skin and the press of her nipple against his palm.
"Ohhh, my poor Kara, what have they done to you," he muttered. Gently he slipped his arms under her bare knees, the other hand under her arms and lifted the naked heroine. He then looked up to Clay.
Clay saluted him, picking up his beer stein and throwing his head back, swallowing the last of his "Medicine" as he smiled to Hans. "All cured, Doc!"
Hans smiled a little. "We have to get her back to my lab now, Clay, and tell Mr. Luthor thanks and that he will not have to worry about Supergirl any more." He then looked at Kara and said lovingly, "We will get you back and start YOU on the treatment. A little bit of time with my friend's computer and you will be happy to be my wife: Mrs. Hans Mengele…"
Clay drove them back to the doctor's lab. He watched the doctor put the woman on an exam table and fit an electronic helmet over her head. Then he hooked up an IV into her arm labeled 'Lead Isotope.' After that, Clay Winston went to report back to his boss…Mission accomplished.