Supergirl’s eyes darted down at the ropes binding her hands together; she twisted, pulling at them. Her broken arm burned in pain.
“Struggle all you want.” One of the large men dressed in dark suits and sunglasses that sat on each side of her said. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Supergirl looked up at him; her eyes frowned above the silver piece of tape that had been placed over her mouth to keep her quiet. She wanted to curse the arrogant man, tell him that he’d be sorry once she was free, but at the moment she found herself completely helpless, a captive of the old wrinkled woman who sat across from her in the neat white Japanese robes. An absolute contrast to Supergirl, the woman was dressed in fine silk and bright white cotton robes with decorative collar and sleeves embroidered with gentle falling leaves. In the most demure manner held a cigarette at her side, taking a long draw on the end then smiling at the captured superheroine on the opposite seat from her. The expensive makeup used to cover and hide her age cracked around her ruby red lips as she blew a cloud of smoke tauntingly at Supergirl.
Supergirl turned away from the oncoming foulness just in time to see the man to her left staring down at her ripped and shredded costume. With her hands bound together she tried to pull the tiny pieces left of her once sexy sky blue satin top farther across her exposed breast. Desperately she grabbed at the flailing strands trying to pull the material to cover her, but the small threads seemed to rip apart right in her hands, there was no way the shrinking top was ever going to cover her firm white breast. The men and the old woman looked amused at her plight; she had become some sideshow of amusement for them as they pulled away in the limo.
“MMMfffffrrrrrjjjjkkkkkyyyououuuu….” Supergirl screamed in frustration from beneath the gag as she notice her split panties also were giving them an excellent view of her soft mound. She tried to shift her legs, but her feet had also been bound together tightly with rope.
“Be still silly girl, we’re almost at our destination.” The haggard old woman laughed slightly at the sight of her. Annoyed and furious Supergirl slumped trying to pull herself inward and turning slightly to hide her nakedness between her legs while she cupped her own bare breast with her bound hands. The henchman on her side only smiled at her feeble attempt, there was too much of her bare skin to cover, and too little of her clothing left.
The limo turned the corner from the place where they had laid the trap for her. It rolled slowly down the dreary street, back onto the next block where there were crowds of tourist milling up and down the glitzy block, basking in the neon and dancing lights of the massive advertisements. The car with its tinted black windows drove slowly past swarms of people snapping pictures at the great heart of the city.
Supergirl peered through the windows at the shuffling of the hundreds of people outside, watching as the doors of a playhouse opened and dozens more pour out onto the street, all of them talking and strolling in there own world, unaware of the massive battle that had taken place just a short ways away. The car crept past another crowd of people standing and staring at the massive video screen hung above the street. She could see the several young boys still there from the Supergirl fan club, standing and completely enthralled with the person now on the huge screen above them.
“…I just want to tell all of my fans out there that I Love them…” Traci’s face smile from the large display, blowing a kiss down to her the crowd as cheers and laughs echoed from the boys below. The camera pulled back and Supergirl could see through the limo window Traci sitting in the sexy costume that was once hers, the bright blue and red Supergirl outfit with the short red skirt that showed off her legs and made her look as desirable as any idol. She watched as Traci purposely arched her back, flirting her body in the sexy little costume to the calls and whistles of the crowds below.
“Oh she’s so fine!”
“Supergirl, Supergirl, I love you!!”
“She’s looking at me! It’s me man.” The boys jostled and pushed at each other to get a better view. The site of her in the tiny costume was working the crowd into a frenzy.
“But there are some that question if you are the real Supergirl?” A man seated opposite of Traci asked.
“That’s ridiculous Tom.” Traci snapped back. “I am Supergirl.”
“Well we have a source that says that there is another girl who claims to be the real Supergirl.”
“She is probably just a crazy fan of mine.” Traci said confidently. “I’ll meet her and show you who the fake is, you’d better even show her to me, she may be dangerous. Anyone who tries to impersonate me may be some type of strange villain or something.”
Supergirl looked up and rolled her eyes at the bad acting job of Traci’s.
“Well we certainly will once we’re finished with this interview right down below our studios in front of all your fans.”
The crowd cheered madly as the car turned away, unaware that the real Supergirl was actually captured inside, right beside them. Supergirl watched as they entered the garage of the building directly across the street from the television studio. A large steel door closed behind them and the last thing she saw was Traci blowing kisses on the large screen.
‘What the hell are they planning?’
The car dipped and turned, slowly making its wall all the way down into the lowest level of the parking garage. It finally stopped right in front of another set of steel doors that buzzed open as the car approached. Supergirl watched as they entered and came to a stop. The massive doors closed behind them as lights flickered on all around.
The doors opened and Boss Lu and the thin man stepped from the car.
She watched as the henchman on the side of her produced a large knife from beneath his jacket. He turned to her and cut her feet free of the ropes.
“Come on lets go!” The henchman pushed Supergirl from the seat, forcing her out.
“Mmmmfffwww….” She mumbled stumbling from the car, the massive man was pulling her too fast, and her boot had become hooked on something inside.
“Let go!!” she shouted again pulling on her hard.
“MMmmmffffftttt…mmmfffff” Supergirl shouted angrily, trying to explain that her boot had hooked something inside but the man wasn’t listening.
He pulled her harder and harder and she could feel her foot slipping free of the trapped boot.
“MMMMMffffff…What the hell is your problem?” she shouted as the tape was pulled from her mouth.
“Move.” Was the man’s only response pushing the semi bare foot Supergirl forward.
The young superheroine hobbled inside the room, alternating between her boot and the cold tile floor beneath her feet. She was forced inside another door where there stood the witch she had fought earlier and the one they called the Shocker. Behind them were several large lights and what looked like an examination table with metal stirrups that hung on the end.
“Put her on the table.” Boss Lu commanded.
“No!” Supergirl cried as the henchmen grabbed her. “Let go of me….nnggg…what are you going to do with me?”
The large men in black cut the ropes from around her wrist freeing her for a few moments as they wrestled her down on the table.
“No, I won’t! Let go of me!” She shouted but her strength had not returned, she struggled to fight the men off, her arm burning in pain, pushing against them as each of the two large men grabbed her; one had her in a bear hug, squeezing her tightly while lifting her up to the table. The other had wrapped her legs with his arms and was forcing her into the straps on the table.
Supergirl felt over matched, she fought with the hulking man in front of her while below she could feel the other henchman clamping her boot to the table. He had got the first and now he took her bare foot and placed it in the cold stirrup. She felt the smooth leather strap cross her ankle as he pulled it tight, securing her to the table. He turned to help the other henchman as her hands were forced down to her side and leather straps were pulled tight across her body, pinning her to the table.
Supergirl struggled against the several straps that pinned her to the table, the only advantage was that the smooth leather fit snug over her naked breast, running over the top of her nipples with the others holding her just below her breast and across her hips.
“Let me out of here!” The daring young heroine struggled.
Boss Lu stepped forward once Supergirl was secured to the examination table; she took hold of a chain that dangled above the table. The end of chain ran high above Supergirl who traced it with her eyes to a large aluminum container. The henchmen and the villains took a step back from the struggling heroine.
“What?”
Boss Lu pulled the chain and in an instant a large amount of water splashed down hard on her body, soaking her and the table.
“Pppphhhaa….” She spat out the salty liquid from her mouth and grimaced in pain as the sea water stung the cuts and scratches across her body, soaking her shredded costume..
“You stupid twat, this is my town!” Boss Lu sneered and pulled on the chain again.
Another thunderous shower of water slammed into Supergirl.
Her eyes stung from the mix as the blood from her cuts and wounds blended with it. She felt as if thousands of needles were stinging through her body all at once.
“Because of you and your stupid friend my son is in prison now. Clever of you using your super speed to cover your tracks, but the bank’s security cameras caught everything. It wasn’t that stupid cow across the street, she took the credit…but it was you, Athena.”
Supergirl gasped as Boss Lu used her real name when another shower of water blanketed her, slamming hard into her naked mound this time. The salty water drenched her form again and quickly ran down into the grate below the table.
“You have no idea who you have crossed.” The old woman released the chain and came closer to Supergirl.
Supergirl twitched, trying to move her wet hair from her face as she watched the woman open a door beneath the table. What she removed was a long device with a large head on the end that looked like a massager.
“You’re not going to get away with this! I’m Supergirl. “The old woman ignored her and she heard the low hum of the machine as the device was turned on. “When I get free I’m going to put you away right along with your son.”
The old woman handed the device to one of her henchman and motioned for him to use it on her.
“Don’t touch me with that…that thing!”
The dark suited man smiled and walked in front of Supergirl, between her parted legs and pushed the stirrups farther apart, spreading Supergirl’s legs wide until her furry wet mound was open and exposed.
“NNnggg…” Supergirl felt strange as her legs were open for all to see, she pushed hard against the straps holding her to the table but it was no use. She looked down at her exposed vagina, still partially hidden by the ripped red panties that were now soaked and sticking to her bush of hair beneath. The old woman nodded and the other henchman slipped his finger inside the torn patch of the remains of her panties and tore them off her completely.
Supergirl’s heart began to beat rapidly as the vibrating machine was brought forward and rested against the opening of her glistening clitoris.
“MMmmmm….mmmmmmm” Supergirl’s captured form twisted and buckled against the straps as the humming device tickled and excited her, forcing her to take the punishment.
“No…please don’t…” she begged feeling her body becoming aroused, the grinding machine ran the length of her lower lips, teasingly pushing against her tender vulva again and again. He was then handed another device like the first much smaller. This one vibrated as rapidly as the first, but buzzing even faster. She could feel him moving them down the strip of torn panty between her legs and then she shuttered, her body tensed as the small one found her second hold. The larger one pushed snuggly against her vagina while the small one circled below that.
She had never know this pleasure before, her wet body tingled all over, her breath became short and rapid, she pretended to pull away, grinding against the machines, but each time they found there spots she shuttered and trembled .
Supergirl went mad each time, her body tensing and buckling against the strong straps on the table; her thighs tingled and sweated as the man’s strong hands pressed the vibrating device snug against her.
She was so preoccupied that she didn’t notice the other woman approaching her. The witch she had fought earlier in the night placed her hands on either side of Supergirl’s head.
“What are you doing...nnnngggggmmmmmmm…” she reeled from another strong stroke from between her legs.
“You already know I can take your power, but now I am going to help you.” Her hands glowed and Supergirl could feel her body tingling, she looked down and could see the wound on her body healing, the cuts closing and pain in her arm slowly ebbing away.
“Heal her just enough to take the marks away, we’ll make sure she doesn’t get her strength back.” The old woman said and Supergirl knew instantly what was happening. The villains were boosting her healing factor in her super powers, they wanted to remove all the marks and cuts from her, but at the same time they were using the vibrator to make sure she didn’t get too strong, to keep her captive. Supergirl could feel her arm completely healed now, her entire body felt fresh and alive.
“OOHhhhhhhhh...mmmmmm….” She buckled hard, her eyes closed tight as the man slipped both vibrators inside of her, plugging both her holes with the pleasure machines. She could feel the buzzing device shuttering inside her tender clit and a dam of passion rising and her wet juices dripping from between her legs, running down onto the table itself.
“OOOOhhhh….OOOOOHHHH…OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH…ooooooHHHHmmmmmmmm….nnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggg”
“You fool, don’t make her cum!” The old woman shouted watching as he pulled it back out and the superheroine on the examination table now relaxed.
“Now where is that other boob, she should be done with her silly interview.”
As if on queue Traci walked in.
“That tunnel beneath the street has no air conditioning in it, my make up almost smeared!” She pouted touching up her cheeks with a pocket mirror.
Supergirl looked at the sassy figure of Traci, her Supergirl costume still bright and fresh, tightly fitting her body like a glove. Her smallish breast were pushed up by the help of a hidden bra and she had again replaced Supergirl’s boots with tall ankle strap red heels that made her legs look long and shapely beneath the tiny red skirt that flailed as she walked. The only other distinguishable thing about Traci was, unlike when she was giving the interview; she now had on the thick black glasses she needed to see.
“Lets hurry with this; my fans are expecting a good show.”
“Traci don’t, you can’t trust them!”
“Oh, like I trusted you? You think I don’t know what you did with my boy friend?” She snapped back hard pushing her falling glasses up her nose.
“But I...I...had to…it was the only way to save you.” She blushed a bit, embarrassed that Traci knew how she had gotten the information from John.
“Save me, humf!” She smirked. “Look at you.”
And Supergirl watched humbly as she looked her over head to toe.
“You’re supposed to be the best, the Mighty Supergirl…but look at you, beaten, captured, clothing ripped open and your “assets” hanging out, and now tied down helpless while some Goon vibrates the last remaining pride from your cunt. You don’t deserve to be Supergirl!”
“She is such a smart girl.” The old woman cackled. “Lets do the transfer.”
“No, mmmnnnngggg…” Supergirl strained against the straps she tried to ignore the sensuous massage moving up and down her fleshy mound. The straps groaned and creaked as she tried one final time to pull herself from the table.
“Hurry, she’s regaining too much power!” The witch motioned for Traci to come closer.
She placed a hand on Traci and another on Supergirl. Her hands seemed to glow, channeling herself between the two girls.
“I’m not going to let you steal my powers!!” Supergirl shouted as the top strap snapped from her, she quickly undid the other, swinging it against the henchman’s head and sending him and the vibrator down to the floor. She pulled her feet from the stirrups and leaped from the table.
“Do something!” Boss Lu shouted.
“I’ll handle her.” Traci stepped forward and to Supergirl’s amazement she grabbed the girl of steel and flung her across the room.
“AAAhhhhhhhhhh……” she crashed into the far wall.
Supergirl’s eyes were large with shock, her back hurt from the fall as she got to her feet. She stared at Traci in disbelief.
“Save it for the street, sweetheart.” The other henchman grabbed her.
“Get your hands off me, scum.” She grabbed at his hands but to her horror he was much stronger than her, she couldn’t believe it. The man flung her into the table and bent her over on it.
“OOOhhhhhh…” she moaned in pain, she had never felt so ordinary ever.
“You did it!” Traci giggled, looking awkwardly through her glasses. She removed them and smiled. “I don’t need these anymore, with her powers my vision is perfect.” She tossed them away and fluffed her hair.
“Ok, ok. I’m going back to the studio; make sure she’s dressed and ready for the show.” Traci looked at the witch who handed her something that Supergirl couldn’t see what it was.
“Don’t worry girl, you just make sure you keep our deal.”
“Yaya, whatever old woman, just make sure she’s on time.”
‘That bitch is even trying to talk like me!’ Supergirl thought as she watched Traci leave and the villains turned there attention on her.
“Strip her.”
They began peeling the remains of her costume off. Supergirl kicked and struggled but without her powers she was no match for them. They ripped off the remainder of her top, pushing and shoving her as her skirt and belt were taken.
“You can’t do this to me.” Supergirl cried, naked in the center of all the villains.
“Here, get dressed.” The shocker threw her a Supergirl costume.
It was a good copy of hers but the material was not as good, the silk was not as sensuous and thick as hers, it was thin and badly made with several spots of hanging thread, but she quickly put it on for cover. She quickly pulled on the silky red panties that fit a little more snug than her own. And finally she slipped on the skirt that was much shorter than her original one, it barely covered her panties and she felt the cool breeze of wind behind her, the sliver of material was crawling up behind her, her ass cheeks easily exposed.
“You can’t be serious; no one will believe this is me.”
“That of course is our point Supergirl. And now mark her.”
“Mark? What are you talking about? Let go of me!” The men took her by the arms and forced her face down on the table, bending her like a seven, her ass raised and positioned in the air, the cheap thin skirt rolling up behind her.
“My mark Supergirl, the mark of the Black Dragon, to show everyone that you belong to the underworld.”
“No, I’m no criminal!” She protested but the shocker walked over with a smile. He pulled her skirt farther up and wedged her panties in her ass, his finger pointed with a sizzle of smoke drifting from the end.
“AAAAAHHHhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrr…” the powerless Supergirl screamed as he tattooed her ass.
“I’m going to kill all of you!” she said through gritted teeth but it only emitted laughter from the women.
“There, she is one of us now. Come, hurry lets get her upstairs for the “superheroine” to fight, ha-ha.”
Supergirl was pushed from the room. They forced her through another door and up several flights of stairs until they came to the entrance of the building. Outside the door she could see a large crowd of people screaming and cheering. Traci stood on the opposite side in a power pose. Several boys with fan club t-shirts surrounded her, admiring her.
“Go!” Supergirl was pushed out into the crowd.
She stumbled into the center as the crowd looked her over, some of them talking among themselves, others smiling at the fake costume she wore.
“And here she is.” The announcer pointed at Supergirl. ”She claims that she is the real Supergirl.”
The crowd began to boo, shouting that she was crazy or stupid. Supergirl only looked on, dodging a thrown cup every now and then as she approached Traci.
“You look ridiculous, there is no way you’re Supergirl, what kind of trick is this?” Traci announced.
And then with lighting quick speed, Supergirl’s own speed, Traci reached beneath Supergirl’s skirt, her hand moving so fast that no one was able to see her. She slipped under Supergirl’s skirt, moving inside her panties between her legs and planted something inside Supergirl’s warm mound.
“What?” Supergirl suddenly felt the strange object in her. Her eyes had almost seen Traci do it, but she wasn’t fast enough to react. The thing felt large and strange, it seemed alive and moving, she wiggled a bit trying to move it out of her, something weird was happening. She wanted to lift her skirt and pull out whatever was planted inside but she looked around at the crowd of people watching, their eyes glued on her every movement. She thought for a moment that she could somehow slip away and find a private spot, she took a step backwards.
“You’re not leaving are you Super-fake?” Traci smiled slyly.
“N-no…” she shook her head nervously stopping suddenly, her heart racing, wanting to reach inside her own panties but she dared not in front of them. She peered down at the front of her skirt, she could swear whatever Traci had planted under her panties was now moving on its own.
“What’s wrong with you?” Traci laughed as the crowd looked at Supergirl who seemed to be moving strangely. “Something you want to do?” she teased and with super speed she grabbed Supergirl’s round breast, pinching her nipples through the tight satin top, pulling them gently as if bitten by a tender mouth.
“aaaahhhh…”Supergirl shuttered, she quickly bit her lip, inside her, her breath was becoming beated and hot.
In a flash Traci again caressed Supergirl’s massive tits, teasing her nipples and spanking her erotically on the ass, moving so fast that no one in the crowd had even seen her move.
“OOOOOhhhhh….mmmmmm…OOOOuuch……”
Traci had done it so fast that she was back in her spot to smugly watch Supergirl’s reaction to her assault
“What are you doing...nnnnngggggg” Supergirl moaned, helpless to stop the invisible attacks as it seems that Traci was only standing in front of her, smiling cunningly.
With blinding speed Traci was on top of her again.
Supergirl stared at Traci who didn’t seem to move, but suddenly she felt her hot breath and wet mouth on her neck, she felt the palms of Traci’s hands circling her nipples, making them hard and tender, teasing them through her soft shiny satin top.
“OOOhhhh…mmmmmmnnoooo……” Supergirl’s temperature was rising, her body was hot and tingling, she felt an unusual pressure in her panties, something pushing from the inside.
“Don’t you see, she’s trying to…..” Traci quickly shut her up, using her speed she groped Supergirl’s panty clad mound, palming her tenderness through the panties and sliding her finger between her legs towards her anus.
“NNNnngggg…mmmmmmmshit….” Supergirl stammered again, her heart was pounding fast, she was becoming incisively horny.
The crowd watch puzzled at her, watching as she seemed to spontaneously cumming right in front of them. But stranger still was the thing that she felt now under her skirt, it had grown immensely and was now pulling her panties away from her body, stretching them from the inside, she could feel the strain but still was helpless to investigate. Whatever Traci had placed inside her was moving…and expanded each time Traci teased her, it felt heavy and weighted, potent and demanding to be pleased.
“Stop it!” Supergirl shouted and threw a punch at Traci. Traci dodged it and purposely missed with her own, but using her speed again she molested Supergirl’s breast. The thing between her legs was growing fast, whatever it was and now a growing bulge was snuggly in Supergirl’s panties.
She kicked at Traci, and some of the crowd could almost see the protruding bulge that was now stretching Supergirl’s flimsy silk panties, pushing so hard she could feel it tenting beneath her skirt. They looked at her strangely as Supergirl quickly pulled her skirt down. Traci seemed to block it but fell away as if she had taken the blow. Again Supergirl threw a punch and landed it on Traci’s stomach, the fake went down to the pavement, her tiny skirt flaring up showing her tender ass as Supergirl stood above her. Supergirl looked shocked at how easily Traci seemed beaten, but again unseen by the crowd Traci used her speed to caress Supergirl’s nipple then return to the ground, as if she were beaten and had never moved.
“Ooohhhh…..mmmmmmmm……” Supergirl moaned above the defeated Traci, as invisible hands molested her breast, stroking sensuously between her legs. Supergirl’s passion was rising, her body was becoming hot and below her skirt, the thing was now stretching out of her panties, pushing past the silky material and now doming under her skirt.
“OOOOOHhhh…MMMMMMMMMNNnnnngggggggg…..” Supergirl squealed helpless to stop the assault as the crowd watched in horror at the growing staff between Supergirl’s legs, hard and throbbing, it was now like a tent inside her skirt, pushing hard and pointing through the red mini. The crowd looked on stunned, they couldn’t believe there eyes, this was unnatural.
“Oh my God!” Supergirl watched shocked as her skirt flipped up and the large cock that had grown from under her own panties was now visible to all.
People watched with dropped jaws as it darted from under her skirt, long and hard, and she could feel the head, slick and dripping with her juices, wanting to be satisfied.
“She’s some kind of monster!”
Again unseen Traci used her speed, she removed her own panties and place them into Supergirl’s hands and laid back in her spot, moving her leg just a bit as if to show that they were taken from her.
A woman in the crowd screamed as she noticed the clothing in Supergirl’s hand.
“What is she doing to Supergirl?”
“Supergirl, watch out!”
“Somebody stop her! Supergirl needs help!”
“What? No…I….I….” Supergirl stammered embarrassed and shocked herself, looking at Traci’s panties in her hand and the massive meaty alien penis standing hard between her legs.
“No…no…” Traci cried loudly so the crowd could hear her. “What are you? What do you want with me?” She pretended, and using her superspeed she took each of Supergirl’s hands and placed them on her sides as if Supergirl was positioning her to fuck. She moved Supergirl’s hands to make it look as if she had pushed her face to the ground and bent her over like a seven.
“You fiend…what are doing?” Traci acted pretending to struggle as she pinned Supergirl’s hands against her own hips.
“Let go of me, she’s the one holdingmmeeommmmm….oooohhhhhh…” Supergirl’s words fell off as Traci quelled her once again with a few more caresses, this time fingering her anus, stroking it in quick circles and slipping her finger inside, the sensation making Supergirl’s words stagger.
The crowd watched in awe as Traci’s plump mound was now positioned and parted by Supergirl’s hard staff.
“OOOOHHHHHHh!!!!!!!” Supergirl moaned as Traci backed up on her, sliding the hot cock inside of her warm mound. She pinned Supergirl’s hands to her hips and pulled her in and out of her, the large staff sliding in and out of the fake Supergirl by the tricked Supergirl over and over again in the middle of the large crowd.
“OOOOhhhhhh….MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm…” Supergirl moaned in exquisite pleasure. Traci’s tiny tight sex made her unbelievably horny. Supergirl’s penis was forced into the Traci’s tight pussy over and over, glistening in her juices, throbbing hard each time it was inserted again and again in the warm wetness. The large cock from beneath Supergirl’s skirt pounded beneath Traci’s skirt, her pelvis slapping against Traci’s tender ass.
“She’s raping Supergirl!”
“What the hell is that freak?”
“No, it’s a trickkooohhmmmmm….” Traci stopped her again, squeezing her sex tightly
Supergirl was pulled in again, Traci forcing all of the massive staff inside of her then pushing Supergirl away and pulling her back in. The crowd watched in silent horror at the two Supergirls, the one with the massive alien staff raping the other Supergirl who was bent over and seemingly helpless.
“Please…someone help me….pleasemmfffff” Traci shouted, again using her super speed to speed up the toke on Supergirl’s cock to the point where she was about to cum but then slowed down again. She grabbed her panties from Supergirl’s hand and stuffed them in her own mouth.
“Sh…shut up!” Supergirl said unaware that she had played into Traci plot, her body was on fire, her face twisted as Supergirl was forced to fuck Traci in front of everyone. The sensation coming from the cock were maddening, her nails dug hard into Traci’s ass as Traci doubled her stroke, making Supergirl’s cock harder and harder. Supergirl’s climax seemed uncontrollable; she could feel the pressure building inside the penis, begging to be release. These were sensations and feelings Supergirl had never experienced before, she had never sexed another woman with her own staff, and the feeling was erotic and powerful. She almost willingly began pounding Traci, trying to slam her cock into the bad girl as deep as she could.
“MMmmfffffffff!!!!!” Traci seemed to scream without acting this time, her mouth falling open. She moaned and sneered, riding the cock magnificently, its large shaft stretching her tight clit, sliding in and out easily on her now dripping juices that flowed and trickled down her creamy thighs.
Supergirl’s body was going crazy with the strange feelings, she pulled her cock out and trying to draw away from Traci but Traci quickly trapped the alien thing between her thighs and slid it back into her, backing up slowly until it was consumed by her, so skillfully that it seemed Supergirl had done it purposely.
“OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHhh…..” Supergirl shouted as her escaped cock was recaptured into Traci’s pussy. She looked up and there to her horror, on the largest screen on one of the buildings were the two of them. Supergirl fucking Supergirl. She watched as a shame suddenly hit her, everywhere people were watching them, taping her with her strange staff beneath her skirt, driving into Traci.
Traci wiggled her arms as if struggling, acting as if she were the one being raped. She used her speed one final time and began doubling her stroke on Supergirl’s cock.
“OOOHhhhhh…..OOOOOHHhhhhhhh…” Supergirl couldn’t stop herself. The staff became as hard and stiff as ever and filled Traci’s pussy with a load of white cum. Traci release her hands as the cock pumped more cum on her as she fell to the ground. She lay as if defeated while Supergirl, unable to stop the massive staff from decorating Traci in deep blue drops of wetness and sticky whiteness.
“OOOOHhhOOOOhhhhhmmmmmmmm…”Supergirl’s body shuttered as the cock from under her skirt dripped down on the panty gagged Traci.
“Look what she did to Supergirl.”
“Get her!”
“Freak!!!”
The crowd grabbed Supergirl, her humiliating cock still stiff and dripping under her blanket of a skirt. They hit her hard in the stomach, several of the men taking her arms and pinning them, holding her up, with her cock dangling between her legs as others pounded her body. Without her superpowers she felt each blow hammering into her.
“You fucking pervert!” Someone spat on her costume.
They pushed her against a wall, turning her to face it.
“Let me go! This is all wrong….I am Supergirl!!” she begged as they pinned her forward to the wall, two men on each side of her stretched her arms out and forced her against it.
“Make love to that wall, pervert!” someone shouted and she peeked behind her and saw several of the men removing their belts.
“No…..no….You cant!!” Supergirl struggled to get free but the men held her steady.
The first slash came hard across her back and the pain shot through her like a bullet. Four or five different men now used their belts to whip her, stinging her ass under the short-short skirt and ripping at the costume. The men lifted her skirt, tucking it in her belt to get a better look at her ass. Supergirl squirmed, her ass jiggling in the back, her cock pressed against the cold wall in the front.
“Look, she’s got the mark of the Black Dragon. She belongs to the crime bosses.”
“Well lets teach her a lesson.”
“OOOoohhwww….oooowwwwwww…..nnnnoooo, I’m Supergirl! I’m Supergirl!’ she cried, tears streaming down her face as another of the whips struck her tender back and slashed across her tight bottom. With each shot her bottom shuttered under assault as they whipped her unmercifully.
Meanwhile others were over at Traci. They pulled the panties from her mouth and helped he to her feet.
“That…that girl, she must have been some type of villain.” Traci acted.
“Don’t worry about her Supergirl, we’re taking care of her.” And Traci looked over to where Supergirl was, the crowd slashing her costume from her as they whipped and spanked her.
A smile ran across her face as she now noticed Boss Lu and her henchmen and villains enjoying the show.
“But there’s more than her, it’s them also!” She pointed to the gangster and her crew and before the witch knew it Traci was on top of her. She slammed the witch hard through a glass building knocking her unconscious.
“You traitorous bitch!” Boss Lu shouted as her henchmen reached for their guns.
“You don’t think that I really trusted you did you?” Traci crashed her fist into one of the men breaking his nose and spilling blood over his face. “Now that I’m Supergirl, I can do what ever I want!”
The shocker grabbed Traci from behind and glowed with energy, sending thousands of bolts of electricity through her body.
“Is that the best you can do? You’re really not much of a villain.” She reached behind her and flipped him hard on the street breaking the concrete.
“Now where was I?” She looked at Boss Lu who had now lit a cigarette calmly.
“Stupid girl, you don’t think me that foolish…do you?”
Traci went for the old woman but her second henchman stopped her, grabbing her in a bear hug.
“nnnnggg…you cant stop me, I’m Supergirl!” She trembled and slowly began to break his grip, but something was happening….she was becoming weak. The goon slammed his arms tight around her and flung her into a nearby car.
“OOOwwwwwww….” Traci fell hard across the car and to the street. Blood trickled from her mouth and a sharp pain was coming from her knees.
“My…my powers?” she looked at herself.
“Temporary, we have no use for any type of Supergirl.” The thin man appeared behind Boss Lu as well as the Shocker and tall giant that had battled Supergirl earlier. They stared down at Traci.
“Kill her.”
Traci’s eyes went large with fear and she ran into the crowd as the villains chased her.
Tears streamed down Supergirl’s face as the straps had completely torn through the back of her flimsy costume, her ass was red with pain but the men had suddenly stopped. Their attention had changed.
“Supergirl needs help!” one of the fan boys ran over shouting and they quickly dropped Supergirl, everyone stepping over her to help Traci.
Supergirl looked down at herself, the cock had finally begun to become soft and she slipped it awkwardly inside her cramp panties. Her back felt as if it was on fire, and then suddenly she felt a coolness, her bottom also seemed to stop aching. She turned her back to a nearby window and saw that the whip marks were all gone. She looked at her ass, it was unmarked and the tattoo that was once there had melted away. She had her powers back!
Supergirl looked over at the activity going on. People were being tossed and hurt everywhere. The shocker had several bodies at his feet while the giant was using a phone pole to slam the crowd away. Chaos had taken the crowd and people were running everywhere, buildings poured smoke from electrical fires as the panicked crowd seemed trapped in the square. Innocent people were trying to fight the villains, trying to help Traci. But where was Traci? Supergirl had no time to find her; she started for the nearest villain, Boss Lu.
“You?” The old woman sneered trying to reach for a pistol from beneath her robes.
“Don’t bother,” Supergirl said and reached inside her panties and pulled at the strange penis. It ripped from her like thick glue and she looked at Boss Lu.
“Here’s a present for you.” Using her own super speed she slammed the artificial cock inside the woman’s robes.
“YYYaaaaaa…yyyyyyyayaaaaaaaa!!!” the old woman screamed confused at the new attachment she now had.
Her screams attracted the attention of the shocker who now saw Supergirl. He hurled bolts at her, but Supergirl easily avoided them. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled his hand under his legs. A great shock of electricity emitted from his hands and course between his legs.
“YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!” he screamed.
She took a stance and round house kicked him solidly in the chest. The villain flew across the square, spinning head of feet and landed in the middle of the large video screen. Electricity shot through the air like fireworks as he shook madly, his body black and smoking until finally he feel dead on the street.
Supergirl turned her attention towards the giant. He saw her coming and lifted a car above his head and sent it sailing towards her. Supergirl jumped high, flying in the air as the car rolled past her and right through the window of a nearby shop. She launched herself at him, throwing a punch but missing. The giant rounded on her hitting her hard in the chest and sending her to her knees. He took her by the arm, stretching it out as he had done before, meaning to break it again.
“Let me hear you scream Supergirl.”
Supergirl looked at him, her teeth tight and grinding, trembling and aware that he was seconds away from breaking her arm again.
“You first!”
The sound of something large being broken was heard.
“YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!” The giant screamed in pain. Supergirl had kicked him hard in the knee cap, breaking it and sending his leg grotesquely backwards. He tumbled on the ground grasping his dead limb as Supergirl kicked him again hard in the face this time knocking him out completely.
“I thought you liked pain.”
“Supergirl…it is you!”
“Supergirl hurry, there’s one more….over there!” Amid the now screaming sirens Supergirl could see in one of the alleyways the thin man had Traci. He had her bent over a railing, her hands behind her back and her panties at her ankles and his ever expanding cock was driving inside of her. Her Supergirl costume was no longer as shiny and clean as it had been before, it was ripped, torn and stained with the dirt of the alley.
“OOOOOOOOHhhhh…OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH….” Traci cried as the snake like penis was pushed deeper and deeper inside of her.
“I could cut you in two, cunt. How’d you like that?” He pressed even more of himself in her, taking her up on her tip toes.” I could be coming out of your mouth, ha-ha.”
“Let her go!” Supergirl said to his shock
“So you’re back? Maybe you’d like to fuck her again, ha-ha.”
“Just let her go. The police are cleaning up what’s left of your gang right now.”
The man seemed to panic and he looked behind Supergirl where Boss Lu and her strange errection was being arrested. The giant was being taken in an emergency vehicle and the shocker was being taken to the morgue.
“You bitch!”
He rammed Traci hard and her eyes went wide, her body shook violently as she was taken completely off her feet. Lifting her like a Popsicle on a stick.
“You’re killing her!” Supergirl race over but he dropped her and turned his hands into sharp knives. He sliced at her, cutting her across her chest and again across her stomach. Blood trickled from the wounds. Supergirl tried to grab him but he morphed out of the way and sliced her again on the back of her leg, she fell to the ground and turned quickly only to find that the villain had fled. She looked down at Traci and lifted her up.
“Athena….Supergirl….I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to….what are you doing?”
“Tying you up.” Supergirl pushed Traci back against the railing, crossing her hands and began binding them with long lengths of cord.
“What? Why?”
She secured the fake Supergirl to the railing, tying Traci’s ankles as well, making sure that her ass was bent and her legs wide exposed as well as her peach.
“You wanted to be Supergirl?” She pressed against Traci from the back where her fake cock had been. “Now you can be.” Supergirl said playfully and turned to leave.
“Supergirl! You can’t leave me like this?”
Athena stopped and turned back to Traci.
“Your right.” Supergirl slipped off her panties and stuffed them into Traci’s mouth. Her sweet smell and the stains from the penis cum still soaked into them.
“MMMmffffff…mmmfffyyyyyuuuuubbbbbiiittttccccccchhhhh”
Supergirl turned and walked from the alley and soon spotted what she was looking for.
Watching the police clean up were the twenty or more members of the Supergirl fan club.
“Supergirl!” One looked at her shocked.
“No, I’m a phony, but if you go in that alley.” She pointed to where Traci was. “Some villain left the real Supergirl all tied up and helpless.” She smiled at them.
“And if I were a young boy with lusty desires, I know what I’d do.”
The boys almost climbed over each other to race to the alley. Supergirl watched as they entered, chattering and flashes from cameras lit up the alley. And as Supergirl lifted into the air, she could hear Traci’s moaning as the first of many of the boys were taking there turn.
“Nobody said it was easy to be Supergirl.” She laughed and headed for a hot bath.
-END