Carol Borders took out her pass to the lab and entered. It was late, perhaps nine oclock or so, so there would be no one here. She often came late to study at the lab of her mentor, Dr. Jeffery Glassman, a brilliant biochemist. She was studying for her graduate degree in biochem and was always eager to learn from the 67 year old who had been both a mentor and father figure to her. Carol Borders was a normal 26-year old who had flirted with the usual things 26-year olds had. Shed had her share of boyfriends, one night stands, drugs, and even worked as a stripper at a local club while an undergrad to help finance her education. Her parents were hourly workers who couldnt afford to send her to college so she was pretty much on her own, other than her current boyfriend of the moment, who she was more than a little serious with, Allen.
She walked through the lab, looking more like a model than grad assistant. At 26, her size 36-D cup chest heaved as the 57 woman with short brown hair waltzed through the lab. Suddenly she went sprawling, face first into the floor as she tripped over something. The lights were on and she got up and made her way to the doorway where the lights were located. She gasped as she turned on the lights. On the floor, surrounded by the remains of broken glass flasks lay the body of her mentor, Dr. Glassman.
Oh....Dr. Glassman, Dr. Glassman, she called, as she rolled him over to face her. She felt for a pulse, trying to fight back tears, but there was none. She looked around and saw Dr. Glassmans lab notes on the counter with several bottles of pills.
Her pretty brown eyes peered down at the notes on the counter. She read them wide-eyed. She had no idea what he had been working on, but as she read the notes, it became clear. Dr. Glassman had been doing groundbreaking DNA work. It was a substance that would give whomever took the pills six hours of almost limitless energy and strength. My God, what if these fell into the wrong hands? she wondered to herself. Not trusting the police or government with the information, Carol Borders quickly scooped up the pills and lab notes and placed them in her locked desk in a room next to the lab. Then she summoned police.
Whats the matter, Carol? Something wrong? asked her live-in boyfriend, Allen as she walked in the door, her face streaked with tears. She quickly told him about the death of her mentor and the discovery she had made.
Wow...sounds great, but Id be awfully careful about taking those pills. What happens when you take them? How long does the effect last? Does it have long-term negative effects? he asked as Carol sat there, admitting she had no answers.
Ill....Ill have to do some research, she stammered, admitting that the whole idea probably wouldnt work. Perhaps Dr. Glassman was wrong she thought as she stripped off her clothes and bra and got into bed beside Allen.
Several nights later she studied by the light of a single bulb in the same lab where she had discovered Dr. Glassmans body. She eyed the pills. She had placed a singled bottle in front of her, as she carefully reviewed the doctors research notes. She admitted there was a lot of information missing. Even so, she was intrigued by the thought of having super-human strength. She thought back to her younger years when she had read about the exploits of comic heroes such as Batgirl and Wonder Woman and the Huntress. Stupid, she said aloud to herself. Right girl. Youre just a college grad student who occasionally has a joint and a toot, is shacked up with a guy. Hardly the material for a superheroine, she laughed.
Awhile later as she studied she heard what she thought was the sound of a door opening in the back of the lab. Hello? Anyone there? she called out. There was no reply. Must have been the mice, she thought to herself. At an old university like Central State, there were plenty of critters roaming the halls for a freehandout every night.
Then she heard a noise behind her. She turned and gasped as three hulking men stood there.
Where are the pills? one of the burly men asked. The men were all dressed in dark clothes with masks hiding their face. I dont know what youre talking about. Pills. What pills? replied Carol who was quivering.
The doctor was doing some government financed research. We know you know where they are because he suffered an, ah, unfortunate accident, said the man as the other two began to laugh. You arrived before we could take what was ours. Now give us the pills or else, he demanded.
Carol, although frightened, stalled for time. I....I...dont have them. I gave them to Dr. Archer, she lied.
Right, said the leader, who smacked her with a right hook that sent her crashing to the ground. Since you wont tell us, well just have to find them, now wont we, sweetie, as the group closed in around her.
No....dont...you bastard... she screamed as the three men descended upon her and began ripped at her blouse and skirt. Dont.....please...... but it was too late. The three men, seeing their chance for some fun, quickly held her down as they stripped her of her blouse and skirt leaving only her bra and hosiery on.
Now, where are the pills, the man demanded.
Please, Carol begged. I cant tell you. I...cant. She knew giving the pills to these thugs, if they were as strong as Dr. Glassman purported, would be like giving an atom bomb to a terrorist group.
Then....well just have you instead, said the leader, grabbing her bra in his hands and ripped it off at the front, exposing her large breasts as they popped out.
NOOOO.... Carol screamed, even as one of the other men stuck a rag into her mouth as another one ripped her hosiery and panties down, exposing her groin and neatly trimmed brown public hair that hid her large labia.
Well....looked her men. We have ourselves one fine piece of ass and its all ours to enjoy, he laughed as he unzipped his cock which was already hard.
MMMuuffffffffffffff Carol tried to scream and she squirmed. The men held her firmly in place however as the leader played with is cock in front of her, just touched her lips, then inserting his cock a quarter inch, before pulling it out. She closed her eyes. This cant be happening....Cant....as she cried to herself. She opened her eyes, wide as she felt the leader ram the full force of his cock into her.
MMMUUFFFFFF she screamed from the pain of being entered without lubrication and began to cry and as the leader rammed her again and again and again and again until she finally felt a squirt of hot juices into her.
Anybody want sloppy seconds, he laughed, as he pulled out of her with a PLOP
Yeah...me boss.... as one of the other three men unzipped and rammed her.
She felt someone sucking her breasts, her large aeroila becoming stimulated as she felt the cock pounding inside of her.
The three thugs continued to rape her for the better part of three hours, each emptying his seed into her several times. She lay on the floor, semen seeping out of her, her chest coated with dry cum, her large labia sore from the beating she had taken, her legs splayed apart as the men rifled through her desk, finding the bottle she had been studying in the lab. Fortunately, she had taken the rest home and put them in a safe place there.
These all bitch? demanded the leader.
Yes..... she replied meekly, not able to look the man in the eye.
If I find out there were more, I and the guys will be back...and next time, well kill you and anybody with you, bitch, he said, kicking her in the ribs as she screamed through the gag.
The men left as Carol lay naked in the lab in a heap. It was likely they had broken at least a couple ribs with the last kick. She had been raped and sodomized as she lay on the floor and cried for the next several hours. After laying in the lab for several hours, Carol had quickly put on some clothes and wandered home in a daze. Her boyfriend was stricken by guilt and rage, but she wouldnt let him call the police. She knew the men would be back if she did. She took a shower and then jumped in the couples hot tub, still shaking from her ordeal contemplating what to do next. Carol wandered in a haze the next few days, unable to concentrate, subject to frequent crying jags. She thought about confiding in a counselor, but decided against it. She decided she couldnt bring herself to tell about the special pills, so she fought the pain alone, or in frequent conversations with Allen as the pair lay in their hottub. One night, a week later, Carol stumbled out of the hottub, naked, depressed, but with a buzz from a joint she had just smoked to relax. As she dried herself off, she pulled open a small hidden drawer in her desk. Inside, were several bottles of the drug Dr. Glassman had developed. The pain and humiliation of her rape nagged at her as she stared at the pills. She knew there had been few tests of the drug, certainly none on humans. In her depressed state she thought, what have I got to lose? Dr. Glassman is gone, my studies have gone to hell and Im a wreck, she said to herself, wiping her hair back. She hesitated as she sat naked, then popped a pill.
Almost immediately, she felt a strange sensation. She wondered if it was the effect of the joint or the pill at first, then gasped as she saw her body growing, her already well-toned muscles being sculpted into something like Wonder Woman or Ms. Universe.
My God...it really works! she stammered as she stared at herself. A moment later her body stopped developing. She stood up, admiring her physique in the mirror. Her size 36-D cup breasts stood out even more than usual, her arms and thighs were solid muscle. She kneeled and picked up her wooden desk easily with just a hand, balancing it on two fingers with no effort.
The strength...not even breaking a sweat, she thought to herself. Just then Allen walked in.
What the hell? Carol? Is that you? he asked incredulously while staring at his girlfriend.
Im sorry. I took a pill. I know I shouldnt but I was feeling so down. But look at me now, she exclaimed, a smile widening on her face. She put the desk down, then picked up her 6 foot boyfriend as she held him high over her head, again with no effort.
Look at this Allen, Im some sort of Supergirl...no, Superwoman, she laughed as the pair twirled around with her still holding Allen in the air. She put him down, the tried lifting the fridge and other appliances, all with the same non effort. They were practically weightless to her.
Finally, she said to her boyfriend, I want you to hit me as hard as you can, right here in the stomach.
Honey, I cant, said Allen. I could hurt you. Geez...I dont want to do that.
Come on. Just a little test. PLLLLEEAAASEEEE, she begged.
Ok, he said reluctantly as he let loose with jab to her midsection.
I didnt even feel it, come on harder honey, she demanded.
WHACK...WHACK....Allen hit her progressively harder and harder, until he put everything he hand into one last punch. He almost broke his hand, but Carol stood there, unfazed.
Look at that. Your best punch and I hardly felt it, she said. She wanted to test her limits, but could see the outline of Allens rock hard cock.
I see youd like to test me in another way, darling, she smiled, unzipping his pants.
I have to admit, I would like to make love to you, he said as the pair went into the bedroom.
They made love, pleasuring each other for some time before each allowed the other to come. Allen was between Carols legs, as she stood, she holding onto him, as she rocked back and forth on his cock, as he sucked her wonderful breasts
Allennnnn....Allllllleeennnnnn....myyyyy Gooodddddddd...Allllllllllleeeeeeeeeennnnnn! she screamed as he felt her surge, her temporary loss of control as she climaxed, her love juices almost gushing out of her. She fell into his arms, as she came again and again. When she tried to get up she experienced another sensation, and shock. She was barely able to move she was so weak.
That must have been some orgasm, she joked as the pair immediately began to make love again.
Over the next several days, Carol conducted dozens of tests. The drug wore off after about six hours and the body seemed to need to regenerate itself for a 12-hour period before another pill would have the desired effect. She also discovered her body was all but invulnerable. To flame, gunshots, anything she had found could not put a dent in her. She could easily lift cars, anything, although she was still vulnerable to drugs or anything else ingested or breathed.
With the recent death of Batgirl, who had been killed in a battle with the evil Batwoman, crime had again spiraled out of control in Gotham. She knew it was time for Superwoman to make an appearance.
She went to work...fashioning a costume that looked like a one piece bathing suit, with boots and gloves. The suit was all black, with black latex gloves and boots. A cowl covered her head, concealing her face to her nose and cheeks, while on the chest was emblazoned a large SW in a pentagon, in the red, while and blue colors.
Carol slipped out of the loft she shared with Allen. She didnt dare tell her boyfriend tonight was THE night. The night Superwoman would be revealed to the world. She wore the costume under her coat, her mask tucked away as she rode her cycle down to the toughest part of town. The same area Barbara Gordon was killed in as Batgirl, she thought to herself. She slowed the cycle, before stopping near a trash dumpster by the waterfront. It was quiet, very quiet, as she stowed the bike, and slipped off her coat. She put the mask on and placed a pill inside her mouth. Within moment, her body felt strange, electric, almost as she felt herself get stronger and her muscles become well defined. She began to jog, looking for action and some way to prove herself. It didnt take long. She saw a man, beating a woman as he screamed at her.
No.....no...Washington. It wasnt nothin like that. He didnt pay me... she didnt finish before the man kicked her in the groin then slugged her onto the pavement with his fist.
Batgirl smiled. My first action and its a pimp beating his woman, she thought. She also knew she shouldnt judge, so she approached the pimp who was almost 63 and outweighed her by at least 100 pounds.
What you lookin at bitch? he screamed as Superwoman approached. Get the fuck outta here or Ill cut your white ass. Either that or maybe you want some of me, he said brandishing the largest switchblade Carol had ever seen. She knew she had to appear confident and unafraid.
I think you owe the lady an apology for hitting her, Superwoman said, placing her hands on her hips, a couple of feet from the angry pimp.
Fuck you, bitch, he said as he smacked Superwoman in the groin with a quick jab. It would have incapactated anyone else, but Carol Borders merely stood her ground, unfazed by the vicious attack.
The pimp suddenly looked uneasy as she slammed a fist into Superwomans jaw. She stood and smiled as his hand struck her and he yelled out in pain.
YYYEEEOOOWWWW....feels like I hit steel. Just what the fuck are you, he demanded plunging at her with the knife.
Superwoman easily dodged the knife and grabbed the man with both arms as she sent him airborn and into a nearby heap of old newspapers and tires.
The woman who had been beated had been watching in silent amazement. No one had ever beaten her pimp like that. No one.
I....I dont know what to say lady. Thanks.
Id advise you to get to the shelter right around the corner, advised Superwoman. Now!
What did you say your name was, girl, said the prostitute.
Superwoman. Superwoman. Its a new day in Gotham for criminals and scum like that maggot over there, said Superwoman.
Thanks, Superwoman, smiled the woman as she scurried away.
Later that night, as Superwoman stopped an attempted rape, the rapist pulled out a gun moments after Superwoman had thrown him into the side of a building. He pointed it at his intended vicitm.
Superwoman, seeing this, shouted, NOOOO! as she stepped in front of the victim just as a shot rang out. Superwoman felt a small something in her chest as the bullet stopped when it hit her squarely in the chest, not even leaving a bruise.
The next few days, the papers were filled with the news of the new Superheroine. Who was she, what were her powers. There was even an account from one woman who swore Superwoman had stepped in front of her and stopped a bullet with her body. Police investigated and did find a bullet with the front badly smashed. It looked like it had struck a brick wall, said the crime lab tech who looked at it.
At home, Carol Borders and her boyfriend read the accounts and smiled as the pair relaxed in the hot tub.
The Beginning
It had been several weeks since the first sightings of Superwoman. The press was filled with gossip and, at times, speculation on who she was and what the extent of her powers were. Was she human, some kind of clone, or merely a do-gooder. Police were concerned because they said her powers, which were being used for good, could easily be used for evil. With the absence of a superhero they trusted in Gotham (since the death of Batgirl/aka Barbara Gordon at the hands of Batwoman in a boat crash where both were incinerated). Finally, Carol Borders felt the best thing to do would be to give an interview to the local paper. She sat in the hot tub with her boyfriend, Allen as both enjoyed a joint, just a little high to take the edge off the day.
What could the harm be. Besides, I wont say anything that could compromise myself, Allen. Really. Come on, Im Superwoman. People want to know what Im about. That Im not some deranged psycho out to loot their city, as she took a puff.
Honey, I know. Its just that the best publicity is no publicity, you know.
Come on, she replied, looking over and giving him a smile. Itll be in the local papers, be a story for a day, then die, she smiled as she laid back in the hot tub.
Allen looked longingly at her as he admired her 36-D cup breats, her large nipples and face as they sat naked in the tub. After all, I am with Superwoman, he thought to himself as they embraced and her brought her to him, feeling the tip of her labia on his quickly stiffening cock.
Ok, I guess its ok. Just try to be low key about it, honey, he said as the pair kissed just as he entered her and slid up inside of her.
The next night, after her last grad class, Carol Borders took one of her pills and quickly transformed into Superwoman. She changed into her costume and met the reporter from the Gotham Daily News at a remote location near the waterfront. She wanted privacy, no pictures as she and the reporter chatted. She told him about her powers, but declined to give any details on how she got them. After several demonstrations of her strength and agility, the pair chatted more, and then more and then more.
With her knowledge of biochemistry, the reporter figured she was or had recently been a student at Gotham State University and wrote it down in his notebook. He also noted her height, but couldnt tell much else because she wore a cowl, similar to what Batgirl had worn. He also noticed her glancing at her watch as the two continued to talk.
Gotta go somewhere, tonight, Superwoman?
No, its just that...well...these powers are permanent. They last a few hours and then Im human again. Im not immortal, you know, Superwoman joked.
Really?
Superwoman could immediately tell shed made a mistake, given away a weakness she should not have.
Could you not mention that little bit I said about my powers having a definite time line, she asked. That sort of thing could prove a problem is someone read it, you know, she asked.
Of course, Superwoman. You know, I wouldnt mention anything about it. But what are the source of your powers. If its natural it wouldnt wear off, would it? he asked.
Well...probably not, Superwoman smiled. You cant tell anyone, now right? Theres some sort of code you reporters off. That off the record thing, she asked.
Right. You tell me off the record and its just between us, smiled the reporter, knowing he was about to get the biggest scoop of his career. His boss wasnt there and no tape recorder. It was his word against hers.
I get my powers from a pill I take which last about six hours. I cant tell you how I got them, but can tell you that they give me superhuman powers for only that amount of time. Im sure there are other side-effects and things I dont know, but for now, thats all I can say.
Thanks, Superwoman, he said as he got up to go. Your interview will be in the paper in a couple days.
Two days later Carol had just walked in from her afternoon classes when Allen appeared.
You told him. You told him about the source of your powers? How could you? he demanded shoving her the days Gotham Daily News.
Carol quickly read the article. It was worse than she expected. The reporter had practically run their off the record conversation verbatim. She got more and more angry as she read on, but otherwise it was a very positive article, outlining her views of politics and her desire to help people in the vacuum left by the death of Barbara Gordon and Batgirl.
Oh well, Allen. Its actually not that bad. A few things I would change, but really. Whats some criminal gonna do. Hold me for six hours or something. I have superhuman strength so thats cant happen. Relax honey. Its not like the guy knows my identity or something, she said as she slipped out of her clothes and into her Superwoman costume.
After a quick dinner it was time for patrol and she quickly and quietly slipped out of the apartment and onto a special motorcycle she had just purchased. A buddy of hers, had customized it so it ran silently with a turbo-charged engine and plenty of horsepower. She roared away on it, to investigate a series of disappearances in the past few nights of hookers in the citys red light district.
The bike slowed as Superwoman found a pile of trash to stash the bike near, laying it down and putting some old cartons over it to hide it. Then, she lept up to a nearby ledge, and using climbing gear, like she imagined Batgirl had done, proceeded to go from rooftop to rooftop, searching for clues. Several times she asked hookers if they had seen anything. All the woman had disappeared in a two block square area so thats where she decided to spend her time.
For the next several nights, everything was quiet. Then on the forth night of her patrol, she spotted a man in a trenchcoat, with a hat pulled down tight. Before she knew what had happened, she saw him grab the hooker and disappear into a side doorway. She jumped down, five stories, landing with a thud.
Im sure this is where he went, she said to herself, somewhere near here, as she searched for a door. Then she saw it. Almost totally concealed, there was a slight crack in the brick. With no effort she swung it open. It lead down a steep pair of steeps, down several flights dimly lit stairs. Superwoman could hear some muffled screaming ahead of her as she came to a landing she estimated to be at least 200 feet below the surface of the city above. She could smell a stench as she followed the screams to a large cavern. It seemed to be empty and it took a moment for her vision to adjust to the dark. Even with super strength she didnt have supervision. She stood, looking around, then suddenly looked up and gasped in horror at what she saw. Above her, for perhaps 100 feet was a giant spider web. Movement caught her eye to the left as she looked up. For the first time, she felt fear. The thing she thought was a man wasnt. It some sort of half man, half spider. A human head with a number of appendages and it was carrying the half crazed, almost naked hooker into its web. She looked around and suddenly realized, to her horror, that the silken sacs around her were the bodies of the previous victims, half-digested.
Oohhhhh... she gasped involuntarily at the horror of what she was seeing.
Sweet Jesus......heeeeeeelppppp.....Noo.......pllleeeasseeeeeee nooooooooooo there was a long sustained scream as the things victim cried out in terror and pain.
Superwoman watched, then began to climb toward the thing and its victim. She was actually surprised.
Feel like steel cables, but sticky. Got to watch that, she said to herself as she watched the thing began to take a hunk out of the hookers leg and feed on it.
My God. What is this thing, Superwoman wondered. When she was about 50 feet from the thing, her climbling and movement in the web attracted its attention as it turned and gazed at her. Then it began a rapid desent toward her.
Here goes, Spider whatever you are, she said as the pair met. Its tenacles quickly grabbed hold of Superwoman, but she quickly snatched and broke one of its appendages.
EEEARRRRRRRRR it screeched, its other tenacles grabbing Superwoman by the arms, legs and torso.
Jesus....this thing is strong....not stronger than me, but strong, Superwoman thought to herself as the pair struggled. Both grabbed for the other, but Superwoman had a disadvantage. As the Spider worked its way around her, she failed to realize she was becoming entangled in its web until she tried to move up and could not. The web was so sticky, that while she could break the strings, they were so elastic and strong it was like being encased in salt water taffy.
The half human, half-spider creative tried to sting her, but with her invulnerable skin, it quickly decided that wasnt going to have any effect on her. As she struggled she only became more and more entangled until she could barely move.
She looked up at the thing hovering over her. She could swear it smiled as large reddish eyes looked into hers, then it asended and began eating its victim.
Heeeeeellpppppp....CRUNCH.........My........Aaaaaaiiieeeeeeeee... she screamed as the spider ate its victim, first one leg, then the other as it literally bit her legs off.
My God....... Superwoman couldnt watch as she hung in the web, struggling to break free to no avail. While she was strong, it was too elastic and the more she struggled, the more she became entangled.
The womans screams gradually grew weaker and weaker as she finally moaned, then died. Superwoman, who wasnt fearful, became concerned when she heard the alarm on her watch signal she had one hour left before her strength expired.
Got to get free..... as she twisted and turned, her costume now soaked with perspiration as she fought her spider manacles.
She felt something grab her legs. AAIIEEEEEE she screamed as she saw the teeth of the thing began chewing on her leg. Fortunately, her invulnerable body was too strong, but it then began to probe her, its massive stinger protruding a large penis like appendance that had razor shard edges it could contract and deploy. Within moments her costume was shredded to pieces around her vagina, her light brown, hairy pussy exposed to the creature who looked at her and smiled.
You bastard, think youre gonna beat Superwoman, huh, she screamed, even as its stinger tried to push her labia aside and enter her.
Her superhuman strength was more than plenty to keep its tenacious tentacles at bay. Finally, the spider left her and went back to feed on its now dead prey.
Superwoman grew frantic. She had but minutes left to escape before this thing killed her as her energy, and likely her life expired. Superwoman struggled in vain for the next several minutes before she heard the fateful chime of her watch, signaling the end of her energy period. Within moments she felt herself weakening. She began to pant as she nearly panicked. The spider must have noticed this because it slowly began to crawl towards her.
I wont give in without a fight, she steeled herself as it embraced her in its tenacles. Once again its penis like appendage grabbed her labia, only this time, it took little of its strength to pry her lips apart as Superwoman screamed.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....You bastardddddd.... she spat as it entered her.
She screamed and groaned as it defeated her, spreading her legs as it entered her fully, her womb stretching to her limit as it expanded inside of womb.
UUUGGHHHHHH......Noooooooooooo......AAAAIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE she screamed, tears beginning to run down her face under her cowl as her muscles neared the point where they would begin to tear.
Superwoman was in so much pain she hardly noticed as the spider ripped the rest of her costume from her, leaving her dangling naked in its web, save for her cowl, a look of sheer terror in her eyes as it began to suck one of her nipples with small teeth as its thing pulsated inside of her.
Please..... she begged. I dont know what you are, or who you are but have mercy, Im begging you. I didnt want to hurt you...aaaaieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee she screamed as it slammed into her pelvis with its appendange, leaving her swaying to and fro on its thing. It began to slam her so hard she thought she would surely break her pelvic bone as she screamed for mercy.
The thing grabbed her with all its remaining tentacles, slamming it into him.
Nooooo.........oooooohhhhhhhhhhh....uggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh... she cried and convulsed from the pain for several minutes before passing out from the pain of being battered.
Superwoman awoke some time later. She looked at her chest and examined her arms the best she could. She was inside a cocoon, her breasts and arms badly bruised and scratched and cut, unable to move much except for her forearms. Her costume was in tatters. Only her mask, boots and gloves remained much intact.
The cocoon was somewhat translucent so she could see outside of it. As she looked around, the spider was nowhere in sight. Her arms, thighs, legs, chest and pelvic area burned with the beating she had taken and there was some sort of sticky substance oozing out of her cunt and down her thigh as she lay spread eagled. She knew if the spider came back she would likely not survive much longer. She could not see her watch, but knew she must have some time before she could take another pill, even if she could get to the pill which was contained in the ring on her right ring finger.
Think....think...she commanded herself through the haze of her own fear and shame. Cant.....cant win.....defeated......its over.... she cried out, even though no one was there to hear. As Superwoman lay there, her vagina open wide, bruised and bleeding from several cuts, she remembered something. Something in a class she once had as a freshman.
Theres only a chance....dear God...please.. she begged as she began to spit. She remembered that peptides contained in human salvia broke down the essential ingredients that caused a spiders web to be sticky. As she continued to spit a smile formed around her face. She could feel her arms loosening. Slowly, over the course of the next fifteen minutes she loosened her arms, then her legs and jumped off the web.
She hit the ground and went sprawling. She was so weak from her ordeal she didnt know for several minutes if she would have the strength to climb the stairs. Slowly, Superwoman got up, on her knees, then stood and began to trudge slowly toward the landing, stopping several times to catch her breath.
If this thing comes back now, Im doomed, she thought. Couldnt mount a defense, even if I had to. She began climbing the stairs, one by one as she glanced at her watch. She was surprised to learn she had only minutes left of her 12-hour waiting period before she could consume another pill.
Just then in the distance came the creak of a steel door. Oh no.....Im dead, Superwoman thought as she descended several pairs of stairs, hoping to buy time with the element of surprise. She reached the landing, and collapsed, too exhausted to fight.
She looked up as the spider reached the landing and spotted her. She tried to crawl away but it reached out a tentacle and grabbed her, pulling her towards him.
No.....Nooooooooo she cried now knowing death was certain. Two more tentacles grabbed her legs, spreading them as it brought it towards him, its penis like stinger reaching towards her.
Pleeeasseeeeee... she begged. It was too late, the penis entered her as she screamed in agony. She could feel it ram past her labia and up into her love canal. She reached for her ring and grabbed the pill as her alarm sounded.
She was about to put it in her mouth as the spider grabbed for it, knocking it to the floor.
Nooooo....noooooooooo, she cried knowing her last chance was dimming. Then, with an effort worthy of a superheroine, she kicked the spider in the head as she bent her body over, grabbed the pill and popped it into her mouth in one motion. The spider grabbed her shoulders, holding them down as she saw it open its mouth, huge razor sharp teeth about to tear into her abdomen as she slammed a fist into its head, exploding it in a burst of puss and spider spew. Its tentacles relaxed as the creature reeled over and struck the floor with the thud.
Superwoman, got up in a daze and made her way home.
Superwomans wounds healed in a matter of hours. That night, the pair lay in bed, as Carol Borders related the story of the spider to her boyfriend Allen. After a call from Superwoman, Gotham PD had found the liar and the bodies of the dead hookers. Commissioner Gordon thanked her profusely and the next days papers carried the story of how Superwoman had probably saved the lives of many more citizens from the hideous beast.