Three girls sat at the back table of the downtown McDonald's. Like kids everywhere this time of year, they were dressed in baggy sweaters and loose jeans. They spoke to each other intently but quietly, and attracted very little attention. If the other patrons had had any idea that those three were the alter egos of PowerGirl, Supergirl and Mary Marvel, they would certainly have been interested, but today, they looked like any other Kara, Linda and Mary, shopping bags stuffed under the table, apparently mapping out the next foray into the mall.
They had gotten together when Mary had run away after a particularly heated altercation with her adopted parents, following a really frightening experience. Thugs had been nearby unseen behind her home when Mary, returning from a case had uttered the magic word which changed her from Captain Marvel to Mary Bromfield. They had quickly understood what had happened, captured, bound and gagged the poor girl before she could utter a word, and took her off to their hideout in an abandoned woodshop. They discussed the situation while Mary lay over the big one's lap. As they talked, he absentmindedly stroked her back, pinched her arms, tugged her skirt or panties this way and that, sometimes tearing a little, and occasionally, punctuated his discourse by giving her now burning upturned bottom a resounding slap or two.
While they passed around a bottle of liquor, they talked of murder; "...get rid of that Marvel broad, once and for all...", ransom; "...the Bromfield kid is richer than a double chocolate brownie...", and blackmail; "We know who she is, and if we tell, her nice quiet life will be hell. . .", and tormented her. Mary sobbed into the wad of cloth they had made of her blouse and stuffed into her mouth, tears running down her nose to splatter onto the dusty floor. She was Captain Marvel, but had never felt so helpless nor vulnerable than at that time. It had lasted for hours. Finally, with her clothes in tatters, her poor bottom black and blue, and her eyes dry and red from crying, her captors, one by one, fell into a drunken sleep. She was able to work her gag out, call down Shazam's magic lightning and let Mary Marvel take them all to the authorities.
Despite Mary's worry, the Marvels had nothing to fear. . . everyone thought the thug's story was just another 'beer idea', and they even had doubts, themselves. When Mary returned home, and changed again to Mary Bromfield the Magic lightning left her dressed in ragged strips of cloth, painfully reminding her of her hours of captivity. Shortly after this, when her adopted parents found what was left of her clothes, it stimulated a heated argument from which she'd fled, in tears. She hadn't gotten over it yet, but Linda and Kara were trying to help talk her though it. . . at least Linda was. Kara seemed bemused but a little bored with it all. "Look...", said Linda, her incredibly blue eyes looking into Mary's downcast brown ones, her hand gently resting on the smaller girl's shoulder. "We're all superheroines, but were not all powerful. We've all had out tight scrapes, and sometimes its just dumb luck that we get out of them." "Not me!", snapped Kara with a hiss. "I can get out of anything I get into. "Anybody messes with me gets seriously messed up themselves!" Linda sighed. "Kara, please. . . You're not helping. Look Mary I've had my share of rough times. It goes with the territory. Just last week I had the most embarrassing encounter of my life. I still think about it, and at times have trouble sleeping because of it, but I'll get over it, and so will you."
"What happened to you?", asked Mary, shyly looking up for the first time. Linda colored, glanced down, fumbled with her drink, and answered hesitantly, "I'm not sure I want to talk about it. . ."
"Oh come on, Linda. . .", whined Kara. "You can't leave us hanging like that. Mary told us what happened to her, and since you're 'powered' all the time, I can't believe anything nearly as bad happened to you. 'You tell us your whimpy story, and I'll tell you a horror story that really happened to me. I can top anything you whimps come up with, and I got out of them all by myself!"
Linda looked up angrily. Kara was beginning to get on her nerves, but she really wanted to help Mary, and getting into an argument with Powergirl wasn't going to help. She bit her lip to stifle a sharp reply, sighed again, and began. . ., "All right. . . This never got into the news, and I'm still steamed about it, but. . . here goes. . ."
"Unknown invaders had apparently tunneled into the lowest level of the 5 story underground vault at Fort Knox, anesthetized personnel inside with a gas, and sealed it from the inside. Using a computer virus they had shut down all doors, and then mechanically disabled them. Security cameras were left on inside the vault, as if the thieves didn't care who was watching them while they made off with the gold. I was asked to help, as things were going too fast for the authorities to gain access to the vault before the job was done. When I arrived, it seemed that the intruders were nearly finished, and would soon be gone. I offered to find the tunnel and to stop them outside the vault, if necessary. I quickly inspected architects plans of the fort and its vault, then took off!
"I carefully scanned the grounds around the vault, looking for traces of a tunnel, but couldn't find anything out of place. X-ray vision would have been nice, but you can't have everything.
"I decided to make my own tunnel, and dove into the earth. I closed my eyes and tried to remember where the vault wall was thinnest. I chose that side for my entry, as it would be easiest to enter, repair later, and I might even surprise them if I was quiet enough. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I pushed through the compacted clay and rock of the soil. I don't like 'flying' underground. I feel everything pass over my body, press into every crevice, and knew that some of it was working into my clothes (ever had sand in your bathing suit? I hate that!). I finally got to what I thought was the right level, turned horizontal and felt for the reinforced concrete and steel wall of the vault. It was right where I thought it should be, and I put my hands into it like a kid crushing a sand castle. As quietly as I could I worked my head into the stale air of the vault. My wall was just opposite their tunnel!
"I should have known that pushing through a wall couldn't be silent, and I saw three heads suddenly turn in my direction. As I pressed on through the wall, shaking the clay out of my eyes, nose and hair, they bolted for their exit, which I saw was brightly lit inside. Two made it through but the third, still struggling with some equipment didn't have a chance. I just pushed through the wall, but with my eyes on them instead of what I was doing, I was a little clumsy, and landed on my face on the floor. I got up like a shot and flew towards the tunnel, thinking that if I could get ahead of them I'd have them trapped in the vault. The three were shouting to each other, and then I noticed that the tunnel was beginning to get smaller! The opening seemed to be irissing shut like a camera's aperture, so I poured on the speed. I must have been nearly supersonic when I reached the opening. It was already so small that I felt a strange tingling sensation when my breasts slapped its boundary as I entered, and then incredible pain, and shock as it closed further clamping down on my narrow waist, and stopping me cold!
"It was squeezing me around the waist, but not painfully so. I just couldn't get either my hips or my chest through it, and though I kicked, squirmed, and tried to fly backwards and forwards, all I succeeded in doing was to rattle around a little in this weird hole in the wall! When I stopped struggling for a moment to get my bearings, I was suddenly aware of the intense tickling, crawling sensation produced by my prison, as though ants were running madly around and around my middle. It seemed to tickle, poke, rub, sting, and kneed in a circle around the thinnest part of my body, and I involuntarily squealed with the intense sensation before I got control of myself. Then gritting my teeth against the strange, intense sensation, I looked around.
"I was completely disoriented! I wasn't in a tunnel! Surrounding me was a desert. . . dust and rock, cacti, scrub grasses as far as the eye could see, with a brilliant sun beating down. I was suspended horizontally about three feet above the ground facing down. About twenty feet away to my right were two strange looking men, talking excitedly near a beat up van parked by a dirt road that went off straight as an arrow into the distance. The back of the van was open, and I could make out the glint of gold and a jumble of electronic equipment inside. Both men were thin, and wore thick lenses glasses, and seemed to be dressed in white lab coats. The older one was shorter and bald as an egg, while the younger had a thick head of brown hair, but the resemblance between the two suggested that they might be related; maybe father and son, or uncle and nephew. "The younger one was saying, 'Gee, Pop. . . she's stuck in the portal! Georgia can't get back, and if we open it she'll nab us!, What can we do?!?' "'Junior, maybe we can close it further and pinch her in half. . .' , suggested baldy, but before I had realized the meaning of what he'd just said, 'Junior' responded with 'We can't, Pop. Georgia built so many safeties into the controls to prevent any of us getting hurt that we'll never bypass them in time to get her out!'
"With this, baldy lost it. He picked up a crowbar, ran to me and started beating me with it, shouting, 'Get out of the portal, you interfering child! Get out of our portal!!'
"This surprised, but didn't hurt me. I took his crowbar, grabbed him by the collar and told him to stuff it. Throwing the crowbar aside, and pulling him close , I said slowly in my lowest, most threatening voice 'Open this 'portal' and let me out or you are dead meat.'
"Holding him by the collar with one hand, I reached back with the other to see if I couldn't force the thing open myself. I ran my fingers down to that belt of maddeningly conflicting sensations trapping me. As I tried to work them into that portal my fingers were numbed by a buzzing, shock that surprised me and almost made me drop baldy! That was no good. I reached back again, this time trying to feel the wall that I had just come through and felt. . . nothing! As far as I could reach. . . nothing. I felt around where my thigh should have been. . . nothing! The rim of the portal was very thin, I could reach around it to where my hips should have been. . . nothing. I reached around and apparently touched the portal from the wrong side, and was 'rewarded' with a buzzing so intense it left my whole arm numb!. I was so confused and disoriented that I didn't notice baldy slip out of the lab jacket and run for the van.
"I was shaking the numbness out of my arm, and cursing myself for dropping baldy when I heard them talking excitedly. Baldy was saying: 'Remember, the portal is a belt of microscopic black holes which warp space within their orbit so that regions normally miles apart are brought into contact. We shrunk the portal by withdrawing black holes. We don't have enough to make another portal big enough to bring Georgia through.' "'Hey, Pop!', said Junior, and I could almost see the lightbulb go on over that geeky head. 'Why don't we free one black hole, and let her just fall into it!'
"'Pop' thought for a second and then frowned. 'No good', he growled. 'We're using passivated black holes.' Each singularity has a magnetic moment, and is suspended by it in the center of a microscopic hollow shell of superconducting neutronium, the stuff neutron stars are made from. The gravitational field of the singularity stabilizes the neutronium while the neutronium prevents anything from falling into the black hole. The passivated singularity is very small and very dense. . . maybe we can punch a hole through her with one. . . probably not.
"Wait!. . . I know!. . . shouted 'Junior'. We don't have enough black holes to make another portal big enough to bring Georgia through but we can make one big enough for her head! Let's send her head to the center of the Sun!.
"Oh my gosh!", whispered Mary, nearly spilling her drink in her excitement. "Did they do it?!? Did it hurt?!?. . . What happened????" "No, they didn't, Thank God!" answered Linda. 'Pop' grabbed 'Junior's' hand away from the control shouting 'No! The portal works both ways! If we put one side in the Sun, when this girl is vaporized, the plasma will shoot through the portal like a torch, vitrifying this little patch of desert, the vault on the other side of the other portal, and probably vaporize all three of us!!'
"'Oh, yes. . . you're probably right", said 'Junior', somewhat taken aback. Then he brightened. How about the vacuum of outer space, then?! "'Sound's OK', mused 'Pop', and before I could pipe up to tell them that wouldn't have any affect, a black circle appeared just ahead of me, and began moving toward me. There was a terrific wind pulling dust, smaller rocks, my hair and cape into the hole. I wasn't sure what to expect, but at least it vacuumed off the dirt from my tunneling. The hole slid over my head, tingling as it went, and settled around my neck, when the roaring of the wind stopped it became totally silent, air puffed out of my mouth and nose, and I new I (or at least my head) was in hard vacuum. To my left was the Sun, brilliant, and stark. To my right was a sky filling blue-green sphere which I recognized as earth. Now, hard vacuum is no big thing for me, but the buzzing, tickling belts now around both my waist and neck were really starting to get to me. I grabbed for my new 'necklace', and just as before, jerked my numbed fingers back before I could do anything. I felt for my head, and. . . nothing. My head was in orbit, my arms and chest were in the desert, my ass was still in fort Knox, I was having a hard time thinking. . . and, if you can believe it, I was beginning to feel horny from all of that buzzing all over my body! What a mess!
"Then I felt a click, and things seemed to crawl from my waist out over my body!. . . I think that when my insides were evacuated, I must have lost a little at my waist, and they had freed up a few of those 'passivated black holes'. It felt like two of them were crawling up my sides, one more was moving down the left side of my abdomen! They were like ants, sometimes pinching, sometimes tickling, sometimes buzzing like naked electrical feeds! The sensation was one more thing my overloaded nervous system had to deal with, and I was loosing it! That damned horny teen geek and his sister must have been trying to use their black holes to 'feel me up'. . . or turn me on. . . and in spite of myself, with my head in the utter silence of hard vacuum, and the rest of me being tormented by a tidal wave of sensation, it was beginning to work!
"I was twitching, flinching, quivering and squirming as every nerve in my body was teased and prodded! I couldn't help myself! I swear that those things were under my costume!! The lower one was slowly buzzing its way from my anus to my clitoris, and back, and I could feel my own juices seeping down my thighs! The two in my tunic had worked their way up my chest to buzz and hum around inside my shirt! My nipples were hard as diamond, and making little tents of my shirt! I had to get them out!. . . I grabbed the neck of my tunic, and stretched it down below my breasts, flapping it to try to shake them out, but they didn't go away!! Suddenly, the two 'bugs' on my nipples just stopped! I guess that 'geek boy' was hypnotized by my 'free show', but I couldn't care less about him, now. . . I had to get those things off, or I soon wouldn't be worth anything!!! I tried grabbing them, but while I could feel them as buzzing, pinching, tickling points, I couldn't get hold of them! I only managed to grab and pinch my poor overstimulated nipples!! I must have been a sight! The buzzing went on and on, and I was loosing it, big time! I was kicking, squirming, grinding my thighs together, twisting and squeezing my nipples. . . my nose started to run (a weird thing in outer space). . . tears came to my eyes, and boiled off into the vacuum, and my body began spasming!!. . ." "Without warning, I felt a terrible impact on my head, and must have lost consciousness for a moment. I was dazed, and momentarily went limp. When I recovered, probably just moments later, I could feel the wind in my hair again. My head was back in the desert, and the two geeks were discussing the situation again. "What happened?!?", I asked myself, shaking my head. . .
"'What happened?', asked Junior.
"'Probably a piece of space junk, a meteoroid, or piece of a satellite, but that gives me an idea', mused Pop. 'She's obviously one of those super types but maybe we can, at least, knock her out long enough to get her out of the portal and free Georgia. To knock her out, we'll have to hit her with something as hard as she is, and I know how to do it!'
"I didn't like the sound of that, but before I had shaken the cobwebs out of my mind from that last impact, I saw that black portal coming toward me again, buzzing over my face, and settling around my neck. Suddenly it was very dim, and I didn't realize at first where I was. It seemed like a dimly lit metal walled room, and I was looking at a girl who was the female counterpart of the two jerks in the desert. . . thin, (bony would be a better word), with mousy brown hair, and milk bottle glasses again. 'Is this. . . Georgia?', I asked myself over the buzzing, tickling, mind sapping sensation of the two portals locking me in place, wherever 'place' meant now. "As I was trying to make out my surroundings, I felt a new sensation. . . someone seemed to be tickling the backs of my legs, just above the knees! With everything else, I guess I just flipped out and kicked as hard as I could! That was a mistake! I simultaneously felt an incredible impact in my heels, head and butt! It was like an explosion! I was dazed. . . nearly knocked senseless! Reflexively, I kicked again, and was treated to another explosion! I was punchy, squirming with arousal, and tingling all over. I could hardly think! More carefully, I raised my feet slowly, this time, and saw them, right in front of my face! The second portal held my head just behind me, as though my neck was growing out of my butt, facing out into the room. My hair was hanging down, tickling my thighs, and when I kicked, I kicked myself in the head, knocking it against my own butt!
"That sounds like a real kick in the head", laughed Kara.
"'Who are you?', demanded Georgia in a voice like nails on slate.
"'I'm Supergirl, and you are dead meat!', I said, but not very convincingly. .. my hair hung over my face in total disarray, my eyes didn't focus, and I was beginning to get lost again in the buzzing horny whirlpool of sensation of those constraining portals and the other singularities working on my erogenous zones. It was like a horrible itch that I couldn't scratch!
"She just grinned, wagging a gloved finger at me, and I felt that damned thing on my clitoris wagging along with it. . . She had a remote control for that one, and was violating my most private parts, the bitch! She was giving me the finger in the worst way, and I could only gasp and bite my lip to try to stay in control of myself! Then I realized that although I didn't have any fists handy to hit her with, I still had my flame vision.
"Now I used this sort of heavy 'weapon' against demons and other super human foes, and I didn't want to really hurt these people, just stop their theivery, so I decided to try to talk to her into giving up. "Let me out of here, or I'll fry you!", I threatened, glaring at her. I sent twin beams of pure energy out towards her fingertip control! She yelped, but yanked it aside before any damage was done. I was too far gone to follow it, even with my super eyes! She thumbed another control and I felt my head spin, laterally. . . Then I felt my backside burning, and yelped, myself!
"My nose was two inches from my own bottom! Two incandescent spots, one on each buttock, were cooling to a reddish glow right before my eyes. I could see the taught muscles of my own butt squirming in front of me! If I crossed my eyes, I could just make out the vibration of that hellish singularity knocking my clit back and forth as it swelled up against my wet panties! I think it was the smell of my own arousal as much as anything that sent me over the edge! I gushed like a ripe fruit, soaking my panties, and creating little streams which tickled down my thighs. My whole body convulsed with the orgasm, and I must have hung there, vibrating, for minutes before it subsided and I went limp. I could hear her laughing, and then the black holes were working on me again, slowly at first, then faster and faster as my body responded to this new assault!.. I could barely think over the roaring demands of my body, but I was very proud of my self that I came up with another weapon. . . my voice. I could yell loud enough to break rocks, and, staring at my own squirming, gooey, beautiful backside I threatened between gasps that I'd deafen her and break her instruments with a super yell if she didn't immediately release me and turn herself over to the authorities.
"I shouldn't have warned her! She surprised me by whispering in my ear, 'Go ahead, dearie. . . make my day!'.
"I never make a threat that I wouldn't carry out, so I took a breath and roared, but as soon as I began, my head jumped forward those two inches and I wound up shouting into my own. . . my own. . ."
"Come on. Say it. . . 'C'. . . 'CU'. . . 'CUN . . '" coaxed Kara with a grin, but Linda glanced sideways at Mary, wide eyed and innocent and ended. . . "vulva". Kara broke into laughter. . . "Well aren't we proper for someone who has their own nose up their ass!" Linda reddened, but went on.
"My nose, poking into my ass, as you say, but especially the surprising vibration of a super shout in my sex really made me scream, which just made everything worse. I lost it again. I was over the edge, beyond all hope, totally gone. . . I climaxed again, and by reflex tongued my own clitoris to another mind numbing orgasm, and another and another. When I finally began to come down, gasping and mewling into my soaking panties, my hot breath tormenting my anus, and my legs and bottom slowly grinding against my sticky face, nearly fainting, I dimly heard Georgia say, 'Superchick, you're having entirely too much fun, and I have to use that portal. . . Lets finish this, shall we?'
"With that, my head quickly moved back to the other side of the room, and for a brief moment I could see my poor swollen sex still pulsing slowly under my soaking panties, my legs grinding against each other as if by their own will, and my butt clenching and unclenching. My face was uncovered now! I could have burned her with flame vision, shattered her with a super shout. . . but I was just so dazed that I didn't think of any of those things! Before my head cleared enough to think straight, it shot forward! I saw it coming, and raised my arms to protect myself, but they were half a continent away in the dessert, and didn't help at all! My head rammed into my defenseless backside at supersonic speed. I felt the impact in both places and all along my spine simultaneously like an explosion. I was dazed, again! This repeated, my head banging against my butt, each time an incredible explosion seemed to rip through me. There I was, Supergirl, the most powerful woman in the world. . ."
"Well. . . not really", sneered Kara. "I'll take you on, any time, and whip your so-called super-fat-ass!"
Linda shot her a dirty look but went on. "My butt was playing paddle-ball with my head, and I was becoming more dazed, disoriented, (and still aroused) with each impact. My hands were back on my breasts, originally to protect them, but now, in delirium, I was fondling them myself. . . first slowly caressing them, then lightly pinching the large, rock hard nipples, and finally squeezing the left with all my might and flicking the right with my right index finger at super speed. I found that by pressing my palms to them as hard as I could, it would augment the buzzing from the black holes, and I'm ashamed to admit, that I did just that! I don't know how long I held out. I remember even with my head exploding against my backside every second, or so, I kept having those mind numbing orgasms that seemed to go on forever, each building on the last, and I finally must have lost consciousness. I remember waking up in the dark silence, too weak to move, barely breathing, and aching all over, just a heap of arms and legs, totally messed up, smelling like a whore house, panties soaked, skirt stained, hair a mess, and my boobs spilling out of my tunic top! The authorities broke in at that time, and I just left. I couldn't go through a debriefing in that state!
Kara leaned back with a twisted grin. . ."Let me get this straight. . . While trying to save the gold in Fort Knox from three geeks(?), you, the great Supergirl, the Maid of Might, the Girl of Steel, etc. got stuck in a hole, shot yourself in the ass with your own flame vision, gave yourself a 'blow job', spanked yourself silly, and let the 'perps' get clean away. You're worried that you even got some physical enjoyment out of it, and now, it seems, you can't stop thinking about your own butt! I've heard of dizzy blondes, but you take the cake! I don't know if I can top that one, after all! Bravo, Linda!", and she dissolved in a helpless fit of mirth. "They didn't get clean away!", snapped Linda recovering some of her equanimity. "They didn't get nearly as much gold as they would have if I hadn't been there, and I got a good look at them." Powergirl stopped laughing, regarded Linda through tear filled eyes for a moment, then once more rocked about in uncontrollable laughter, unable to say anything coherent. Linda reddened and looked down, but Mary gently took her hand and said softly, "I understand. Everything that happens to you leaves its mark. I think you were very brave to tell us about it. You must have had a terrible time. And", she added quietly but with an angry intensity, "I think I know who that family of geeks are."
"Who?!?" Linda's eyes leapt to meet Mary's.
"The Sivana family, Dr. Sivana, and his kids, Junior, and Georgia..." hissed Mary through clenched teeth. "They know just about everything about science and computers and stuff, and they're always trying to take over the world, or something! They've given us Marvels some real grief! I don't know where they are, but I certainly know who they are, and if we work together we may just be able to beat them!" "I'd like nothing better than to get another shot at them. Lets do it!", growled Linda.
Kara slowly came down. . . uncontrollable guffaws finally melted into gasps and sighs interspersed with giggles. She saw Mary and Linda grimly looking into one another's eyes and blankly asked. . ."Did I miss something?"
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