Drew looked around before slipping into the door of the old theatre. For years the cultural district of Metropolis had deteriorated into the city vice squads worst nightmare. Strip clubs, porno halls and brothels had driven the play going socialites away from the area. This had proved to be the killing blow to an art form that was already dying away to the fast pace editing of film, television and music videos.
This was one of those old abandon theatres. The ornate scrollwork designs and elaborate chandeliers shone through the dust and decay to hint at the splendor the patrons of this establishment use to enjoy. But tonight, the old Adam’s Theatre was presenting a special event one more time. And even though the outside looked just as deserted as ever, the inside was already teaming with a wide variety of patrons. One by one audience members snuck in and took their place among the revelers.
Drew Morgan was one of them. The teenager had heard about tonight’s event and decided to take a chance. The ticket price was pretty expensive, he had also been told to bring a lot of extra cash to the show, but the youngster had had a pretty good month of stealing cars and had saved up quite a bit. Besides, what was the point of a life of crime if you couldn’t take a little time to enjoy the fruits of your labor?
Looking around, Drew quickly felt intimidated by the company he was joining. Most of the faces he didn’t recognize, but those he did were the elite of Metropolis’ underworld. Crime bosses and criminal masterminds flooded the foyer and flowed into the auditorium. Drew’s petty auto thefts seemed trivial compared to some of the stories that he had heard about the others here with him. Drew felt quite out of his league as he slipped into a chair in the back row and slid down in an effort to remain inconspicuous.
Within a few minutes, the lights in the house dimmed, and the stagelights came up as a short stubby man in a tuxedo walked out in front of the curtains.
“Welcome one and all to the Adam’s Theatre.” The man’s voice boomed through the auditorium. “Many of you may know me as the Producer. I have gathered you all here in order to offer you the opportunity of a lifetime. And I assure you, you will not be disappointed.”
“Yeah, Producer!” A voice jeered from the crowd. “We knows you’s the biggest con artist in ‘tropolis. How we know you ain’t connin’ us now?”
“My friends,” the Producer laughed. “I know my reputation for honesty may not be completely unscathed, but I’m sure you all know that my self preservation skills would not allow me to attempt to deceive a group of Metropolis’ criminal population this large and with this much prestige.” The crowd murmured for a moment.
“And so,” he continued. “With that thought in mind, I suggest you see for yourself.” From somewhere music began to swell and the curtains began to rustle.
“Criminals, thieves and villains of Metropolis, I give you… Supergirl!” With that, the curtains parted and a pair of spotlights swept up to the top of the proscenium arch as a lighting bar was lowered from the grid over the stage. On the bar hung a young blond woman. Her arms were stretched straight out to either side of her body, tied to the bar at the wrists and elbows. Her legs and the rest of her body hung down limp and lifeless in a crucifixion-like pose. The blond was completely naked with the exception of a red cape that hung down behind her. Someone had also scrawled the stylized “S” logo across her naked breasts with lipstick.
The Producer stood back in pride as the crowd sat in silent awe at the slowly descending spectacle. When the girls feet were inches from the floor, the bar stopped it’s descent and he stepped up to the limp form.
“Gentlemen, this is indeed the opportunity you’ve been looking for. Each and every one of you will be given the chance to enjoy yourselves with this epitome of beauty. The price, I must confess, will start rather steep for the honor of being the first, but it will drop drastically for each succeeding ‘sloppy second.’ I assure you everyone will be given an opportunity to sample these super heroic treasures.”
“Hey, Windbag!” another voice called out, “If that’s Supergirl, why ain’t she kicking all of our asses right now?”
“A fine question sir!” In one quick maneuver, the Producer reached down and grabbed her ankles with one hand and lifted them up over his head revealing her perfect ass silhouetted against the red cape. The red cape also accented the dot of green that poked out of her anus. “I’m sure most of you are aware of kryptonite and the effect it has on our Metropolis Super friends. This particular piece has been firmly placed within her person in order to render her safe for your pleasure and enjoyment. After all, we wouldn’t want her to use her super strength during your pleasure to harm your personal treasures; now would we?” Several laughs echoed around the audience.
“So how do we know that’s Supergirl?” yet another voice called out. “Why don’t you yank that thing outta her asshole for a minute so she can bend a steel rod or sumtin’?” This caused the Producer to let go of the ankles and cross down to the edge of the stage. Behind him, her limp body swung back and forth on the bar.
“My good man, surely you can see the danger in that. Without this little anal adornment, this seemingly helpless young lady would have no problem disabling everyone in this room. And we all can see what an effect that would have on Metropolis’ criminal community.” More chuckles.
“Hey, I seen Supergirl once.” Someone called as he headed toward the stage. “I’ll tell if it’s her.”
“Hey, Vinnie, she was nothin’ but a blur when she kicked you ass. You ain’t gonna recognize nothin’.”
“Fuck you!” Vinnie yelled back as he approached the Producer and the blond. The Producer stepped aside to allow Vinnie to examine the merchandise. The thug lifted the girl’s head and pushed aside her hair to look into the eyes of the helpless victim. Her face was swollen, bruised, and puffy from recent tears. Identification would be difficult.
“Yeah, that’s her!” Vinnie yelled out to the crowd. It was undoubtedly a case of wishful thinking rather than true identification. But it was enough; the audience accepted the willing suspension of disbelieve and erupted into raucous mayhem. Who ever she was, Supergirl or not, she was absolutely gorgeous and would make for a great fuck.
Several ushers began to collect cash and create a list of who would be the first to sample the young girl. The starting price was settled at one million dollars with the price going down $1,000 for each person who got to go ahead of you. Several of the more prosperous and rich villains signed up for two or even three cracks at their old nemesis.
Meanwhile, the stage was set as the bar was lowered to about two feet from the stage. The girl’s body was pulled backward and her knees were buckled to the floor wide apart. Facing the audience, the girls arm remained tied to the swaying bar, forcing her back into a painful arch that accentuated her lipsticked breast and forced her plugged ass high into the air behind her. Her cape was folded back to the small of her back to reveal her butt and the kryptonite anal intrusion.
Drew finally paid for his slot and moved up front to watch the wealthier clients take their turns ahead of him. Of course he couldn’t afford much; therefore, he would have to wait hours before he would have his turn. One by one, the criminals of Metropolis forced themselves on the defenseless girl. Some shoved their cocks into her face forcing it down her throat. She was completely defenseless as they shot wad after wad past her lip.
Others kneeled behind her and took her vagina doggie style. Most would take the opportunity to slap her tortured ass and twist cruelly at the butt plug spreading her ass wide. Some women criminals were even present to shove the victim’s mouth into their own pussies. Pulling her hair and humping her face to orgasm after orgasm.
Eventually, some of the less prosperous crooks pooled their money to take her in small groups. They began to fuck her in two’s and three’s. Taking her from front and behind or even forcing two dicks into her cunt or mouth at once, splitting her bruised lips apart, yet still avoiding the prohibited anal region.
For hours her hair was pulled, her tits were crushed and her ass was slapped. Semen was spattered all over her hair, face and tits. Rivers of sperm ran down her legs and pooled beneath her. She was far beyond crying at her helpless predicament as she hung stunned, humiliated and beaten to endure the ordeal.
It was almost morning before Drew had his turn. After spending the night watching Supergirl get fucked in every conceivable way, his young teenage hormones were screaming for what he had been watching.
“Ah, a fine healthy looking young man.” The Producer exclaimed as Drew climbed onstage and began to take off his clothes. “He should be able to give Supergirl several good screws for a good long time. Come, gentleman, let’s allow the young man his pleasure.” With that, he turned away with several other recent recipients to enjoy a smoke as Drew did his thing.
Drew had spent all night planning for this; he would start off by forcing her to suck him off. That would provide immediate gratification so that he could take his time enjoying the main event. He would keep his dick in her mouth until it was hard again, then he would slide beneath her, slipping his feet between her tied knees until his huge erect cock was positioned right below her pussy. He would then force her hips down to ride his cock in the most humiliating way he could. From this vantagepoint he would also be able to play with and torment her tits. He would be able to repeat this process for as long as his labedo would hold out. This was definitely heaven.
In one quick and violent move, Drew yanked her head back by the hair, pulled her jaw open and forced his cock deep into her throat. Despite hours of torture, the girl’s eyes still widened and she gargled around the huge obstruction being shoved past her tonsils. The sensation of the involuntary grasping of her throat muscles were too much and in no time Drew arched his back and clasped tighter to her head as his cock erupted in her mouth. But that wasn’t enough to deflate his enraged member so he pulled out of her mouth with a pop. Most of the ejaculation had been swallowed, but some still spattered out and trickled past her lips and over her chin.
With his cock still hard, Drew pulled back and slid his feet between her knees as he positioned himself under her. The floor was cool against his naked back. His fingers bit hard into her flesh as he grabbed her hips and forced her crotch down over his vertical prick. Her knees bent and her tits swayed over his face as she was pulled back to ride him. His ass left the ground as he forced his cock into her cunt to it’s fullest. Thrust after thrust he slapped her ass into his lap, forcing her to ride him. She whimpered at the treatment and that was enough for him to tense up and explode into her cunt. His fingernails dug into her and his thrusts threatened to force her knees out of their restraints.
That was when he looked up and saw her looking down at him past her swinging tits. The look in her eyes was defeated and pleading. Drew sneered back at her and grabbed her tits, but something stopped him and forced him to look back up at her.
“Please make it stop.” She whimpered. Drew ignored her and started to force her cunt back down again. But once again he stopped and looked up into her eyes.
“You’re not like the others.” She pleaded, “Please don’t do this.” Drew was stunned. Even beyond all the bruises and swelling, she was gorgeous. Her eyes were…
“Please take that thing out of me.” She cried softly, “You can even…have me there, if you want. You… you can…fuck my ass.” Her voice cracked at the painful admission. The request broke Drew's trance.
“You just want me to take it out so you can kick all of our asses and have us arrested.” He stated.
“No!” She spat out in an effort to keep his attention. “It hurts, it’s too big, I just want it to go away.” She began to slowly raise and lower her hips again over his softening dick. The gentle ministrations began to bring his cock back to life. “Please?”
“But if you’re Supergirl…” he looked into her eyes. She paused before answering him. They stared at each other for a long moment. Her hips rotated gently as she willingly road him, grinding her hips into his lap.
“I’m just a girl who’s scared and hurt. Please, I just want to go home.” She stared into his eyes for a long moment; “My name is…Linda.” Drew looked at her closely to decide weather or not she was telling the truth. It was one thing to be brutally raping the mighty icon of Supergirl. But if this was just some innocent victim that the Producer had dressed up and used, then the kryptonite dildo may just be part of some con.
The muscles in her pussy were starting to work on his cock. Stroking and kneading the rock solid meat of his penis. He could feel the head of his dick brushing against the large plug in her ass through the thin wall of flesh that separated her two orifices.
She moaned as his dick reached the innermost depths of her. Instinctively, Drew reached up to fondle her large swinging breasts; her nipples were like steel needles. His hands followed them around and reached back behind her, under the red cape. He pulled himself off the floor to crush those tits against his chest. He began to thrust back as her gyrations sped up.
As he felt the passion rise, he dropped back down to the floor and let his hands roam down her back toward her ass. He gripped her ass cheeks as hard as he could and thrust deeper. She cried out at the penetration. His fingers roamed closer to her crack and finally brushed against the butt plug planted there. The soft touch was enough of a stimulation to make Linda moan. That was enough for Drew. His body arched off the floor as he forced his wad deep into her cunt. His involuntary action forced his hand to clench the kryptonite tightly.
“Hey, what’s that pencil-dicked kid think he’s doing?” as Drew's body relaxed, he tilted his head back to look at the audience. His upside down view showed hundreds of the world’s meanest villains standing and looking at him. He suddenly realized his hand was tightly gripping the forbidden butt plug.
“If you pull that out, we’re gonna fucking kill you!” Someone shouted.
“Fuck that, I say we kill him for even thinking about it.” Someone else yelled.
“Make him an example!”
With the mood adequately spoiled. Drew scrambled out from under the blond and, still naked, turned to see the mob advancing on the stage. He quickly ducked under the bar and spun behind the girl, using her as a shield. He looked over her shoulder to see the first of the thugs climbing onto the lip of the stage.
Then his eyes once again caught Linda’s. Her head was turned and she was silently pleading with him with her eyes. Drew looked down to see that he was holding her ass protectively in front of him, the large green knob just inches from his fingers. His eyes roamed up the small of her back to see the stylized “S” on her cape.
Vinnie, the largest and strongest of the villains, was hopping over the bar now and turning toward Drew. The rest of the angry mob only inches behind him.
In one quick gesture, Drew tugged at the knob as hard as he could until the entire thing popped out of her ass. He then threw it as far into the backstage wings as he could.
And then…