Supergirl and the Package

Linda Danvers set the package down on her coffee table and contemplated what had brought her to this. She was aware of the dynamic that powerful people frequently craved to be dominated in order to enjoy sex. Whether it was true for everyone or not, as Supergirl, the most powerful woman on Earth, she certainly wanted a loving man to dominate her, but that wasn't possible. Even fantasizing about villains taking her by kryptonite or magic turned her on. But she really couldn't have sex by normal means. At least she was afraid to, lest in a moment of release, she would not be able to control herself, and literally become one of those vile creatures that killed her mate after sex.

No matter how powerful her sex drive, she wasn't willing to risk it, but she still had sexual needs and had recently found a new solution in online role-playing. She would enter role-play chat rooms anonymously as her online persona, LadyJane, playing the role of Supergirl, and engage in a session where a partner would trap or bind her and make long, slow love to her bound and helpless body. Or sometimes brutal and forceful rape, depending on what she was in the mood for, but usually she preferred long, slow, teasing sessions that led ultimately to her begging for release. Of course, that sometimes meant long pauses during the chats while she stopped to actually give herself what she was craving based on the scenario her chat partner had put in her head. Once she had come down from her orgasm, she would resume the chat, describing exactly how she had felt during the orgasm. She got very good at it, at least so her chat partners raved. Apparently lots of girls playing online would just type out their versions of primal screams that looked more like they had fallen asleep on the keyboard, so the men told her. At least she was convinced it was men she was chatting with. One could never be sure online, but it was all fantasy anyway, and that's what she wanted, so what difference did it make?

After a few false starts with chatters who seemed to think that just mashing a woman's breasts or shoving a cock in her mouth was the ultimate turn on for women, she started to find a set of more compatible partners. For the last month, it had been one in particular, FFaust. She had had some wonderful masturbation sessions to his scenarios, and his latest suggestion was taking things to a whole other level. He had asked to send her a package with “items of interest” and instructions. Before agreeing, she had set up with a cross-town UPS store to give him a physical address that looked real. Even if he watched the store, he'd have no idea what she actually looked like, and even Linda Danvers was just somebody playing Supergirl online, right? Perhaps she was being overcautious, but one couldn't be too safe online. Despite her ability to handle herself in any situation, she didn't want the complications of somebody knowing where she lived.

Now she had the package home on her coffee table. Not surprisingly, there was no return address, but the postmark indicated that it had been mailed within the city. That made her feel vindicated in being cautious. She gave in to the guilty temptation of cheating and used her x-ray vision rather than opening it right away. She could see a wooden box inside the brown paper wrapping, but nothing else! Had he lined it with lead? Well, she knew from their chat sessions that FFaust took the games very seriously, but she was impressed. She unwrapped the outer wrapping to see a beautiful wooden box with a pentagram on the top and dragons on the sides. Wow, that must be expensive! She was liking this man more and more. She lifted the lid carefully to find the contents covered with a thin lead sheet. She lifted the lead shielding and immediately recoiled. There was a polished steel collar with three bright green crystals embedded in it. She had jumped back quickly, toppling the couch behind her and landing on her back before she realized that there was no feeling of pain or weakness as would have come with kryptonite. Feeling silly, she sighed, shoved the couch out of the way with one hand and returned to kneel in front of the box, pulling out the sheet of paper under the “kryptonite” collar.

The paper was written as a role-play chat with FFaust doing both parts with an introductory note that she should perform the actions listed in the “chat”.

Supergirl recoiled away from the box and the kryptonite but only slammed against FFaust's chest. FF: “Put the collar on Supergirl!” SG: “No!” FF: “If I put it on you, I might tighten it too much and accidentally strangle you. You wouldn't want that, would you? I certainly wouldn't. I have other plans for you.” FF: With trembling hands, Supergirl lifted the collar out of the box and snapped it shut around her neck.

Linda did that, even managing the trembling hands as she imagined it to be studded with actual kryptonite and even shivered as she closed it with a snap around her neck. She noticed that it had a raised button on either side which she assumed were the releases as there was no other obvious way to remove the collar.

FF: “Now drop your cape, then pull your uniform down over your shoulders and let it drop to the floor.”

Linda pulled her dress straps down over her shoulders and let the garment pool around her ankles, stepping over it.

FF: “I knew you weren't wearing a bra,” he said, leering at her naked breasts as she now stood before him in only her red panties and boots.

Linda actually was wearing a bra, but she took it off and deposited it with her dress.

SG: Supergirl blushes and puts one arm across her chest in a vain attempt at modesty. FF: Commandingly, “Now your panties.” FF: Smiles as he sees Supergirl collared and naked before him except for her boots.

Linda complied, but actually she was totally naked now as she wasn't wearing her Supergirl boots.

FF: “Put your hands down by your sides. I want to see all of you. Now kneel before the box and open the next layer.” SG: Obediently drops to her knees and lifts off the next lead plate to find a pair of ropes and what looks like a dildo.

The now naked Linda knelt once again before the box, and lifted the lead plate to reveal the described contents. She paused for a moment to put her wrists behind her and imagine herself bound and weakened to the state of an ordinary mortal by the collar she could not remove. Her nipples sprang to attention, and she could feel the stirrings in her loins.

FF: “Take each rope and tie it around your ankle, then tie your ankle to your thigh—TIGHTLY! I'll be watching.” SG: Supergirl complies, making the skin on her tender thighs indent with the tightness of the ropes. Gasps.

Linda did that, pulling the ropes binding her thighs to her ankles so tight that she did indeed gasp. She felt like FFaust was somehow channeling her own mind as she read the part he had written for her, and that made her tremble again. After only a half-dozen chats, he seemed to know her most intimate desires. She shivered at the thought that she had revealed that much of herself to him. It was a good thing he didn't really know where she lived.

FF: “Now take the dildo out and put it on the floor between your spread knees.”

Not put it in her, Linda thought? That must come later.

FF: “Reach your hands up and press the buttons on the collar. Make sure you do both at the same time!”

Why did he want her to open the collar already? She was just starting to feel really helpless and very horny. Still she did as instructed. When she pressed the buttons on the collar, two latches sprung. But instead of releasing the collar, an arm on either side of the collar swiftly and solidly swung forward and snapped a cuff around each wrist, holding her arms helplessly in place on either side of her neck!

SG: Flabbergasted, Supergirl realizes she's now completely trapped and totally restrained! Her nipples grow so hard they ache, and her juices start flowing. She really needs either him or the dildo inside her, but can do nothing on her own to satisfy the growing lust that her helplessness always brought on. Then her eyes fly open in astonishment. The dildo seemed to be crawling towards her open pussy!

Linda blinked as she read what were the last lines on the sheet, and then her eyes did indeed go wide. The dildo was moving towards her! What? Did it have some kind of tiny mechanical legs or rollers? What kind of things would little legs or rollers do once inside her? She tried to imagine it and, seemingly in a trance opened her legs wide to allow it to get inside her. After all, she couldn't put it in herself or even use her hands to pleasure herself. Well, actually she could, she realized. She could just easily break free of the cuffs holding her wrists to the collar and her hands behind her neck, but that would break FFaust's ingenious collar and the spell of submissive fantasy she was under, and she wasn't ready for that until that dildo found its way into her and gave her a serious orgasm. She spread herself wide and almost screamed as it first touched her entrance and started to force its way into her.

It almost seemed alive as it slowly pushed itself all the way in. At that point, some piece from the tail end of the dildo snapped forward to clamp itself tightly on her clit pulling a shocked gasp from her. Then the dildo made one final push and settled itself inside her all the way. Immediately, several things happened. Straps flew out from either side of the dildo's end at her entrance and wrapped themselves around her thighs. Another strap sprung out and whipped around her waist to the small of her back. All 3 straps had somehow wound their way back to attach to the dildo and now cinched themselves to it very tightly, forcing the dildo very solidly inside her while tugging her back forward pushing her hips forward into the invader. How did it do that? She thrust her hips and spread, then squeezed her thighs in a futile try to dislodge the dildo. That little toy was not going to come out or even move until it was done with her! Then both the dildo and the tab against her clit started vibrating. No, the dildo was a actually pulsing inside her, expanding and contracting both its width and length. She'd never felt anything like it. Somehow it was making her feel weak. If she had been standing, her knees would have buckled. “How…?” she started, but a loud moan interrupted her question. “Oh god! Oh god!”

This “magic” dildo was having some kind of effect on her that she had never felt before. She threw her head back, her arms yanking instinctively and futilely against her imprisoned wrists. She was shaking from the unstoppable vibrations pulsing through her. Her whole body seemed to be vibrating in time with the pulses inside her. As her mind reeled from the stimulation, faintly, at the bottom of her consciousness something was nagging at her. Why didn't her wrist restraints break? That weak feeling, it wasn't the dildo. It was kryptonite! The stones on her neck! No, the feeling of weakness was coming from inside her. Oh my god, the dildo must have a kryptonite tip! She tried to pull her wrists out of the shackles consciously this time, but it was too late. She was too weak.

The damn dildo with its deadly kryptonite payload was locked inside her and tightly strapped in place, so that she could never dislodge it. How did FFaust know she was really Supergirl? She looked at herself in the mirror that hung on the far wall behind the box. Naked, trapped, and gasping for breath as the deadly dildo continued to push her to her limits, how was she going to get out of this? Both her face and chest turned red at the thought of someone having to find her like this to rescue her. She felt despair, mixing with the humiliating realization that she had put herself into this inescapable trap. Those feelings were mixing with the dildo's stimulation to take her to the unstoppable cliff of a climax. She was gasping and moaning as she tried to stop from cumming because she knew that cumming with that mix of humiliation, helplessness, and despair would leave her totally defeated and unable to fight anything that happened to her thereafter.

Now that she was helpless, what was her captor's plan? Was he going to make her collapse from overstimulation and leave her to slowly die in her bondage? He hadn't had her gag herself, but she wasn't about to call out for help and, at best, have someone come in to leer at her as they rescued the stupid girl who had put herself in this situation. At least she wasn't quite that desperate yet.

She tried to concentrate on a means of escape, but she couldn't even to keep a coherent thought as she fought what was sure to be a losing battle against the oncoming orgasm with the dildo showing no mercy in its relentless assault on her cunt and her clit. She imagined FFaust watching her gyrate helplessly as he pulled out his prick to jerk off and spray her naked breasts with his cum, all the while wearing a wicked grin and devising a new way to torture her. Just then a green light of a computer camera came on in the lid of the box.

“Ah, I see I timed it perfectly Supergirl.” said a voice coming from some speaker concealed in the box. “I want to see the moment of your total surrender. Your naked, chained body looks so delicious! By the way, I can control the dildo remotely,” he added, turning the vibrations off to her open-mouthed gasp. “Oh, that desperate look on your face is priceless Supergirl. A moment ago, you were trying so hard not to come weren't you, and now you can't think of anything else, can you?”

Supergirl bit her lip, trying not to admit the truth of his boast. He knew from their many chats what her reactions would be.

“Maybe I'll make you wait until I get there to let you cum. Yes, that's right Supergirl, there's a GPS tracker in the box that I'm following to your location right now. Oh, and the kryptonite is a carefully calibrated dose, just enough to turn you into an ordinary girl, but not enough to really hurt you. Well, I'm sure it hurts a little, but that's just part of the fun, isn't it? When I get there I can pinch and pull those beautiful nipples to help send you over the edge. I know from our chats that you like a little pain.”

“You bastard!” she started, but her exclamation was turned into a scream as the dildo came to life again, seemingly at a higher setting than before, and she arched her back in shock and pleasure.

“Look at those tits fly. They're just begging for me to grab them, aren't they?”

She did want him grabbing her tits as she found herself once again on the edge of cumming. She twisted in her restraints, realizing she was only putting on a show for him, but she couldn't help herself.

“I love it when you know you're beaten, but not yet, Cunt,” he said, turning off the dildo again. “Oh, the helpless look in your eyes is so perfect! Your hands are bound uselessly and spread wide open to display yourself and your beautiful, vulnerable tits and their bulging nipples that are just begging for my touch.

Supergirl shuddered. “They need to be imprisoned by my fingers, don't they? You can't even stop from shaking your tits in front of me. You know how much I enjoy that, don't you? That dildo is locked inside your most private parts—locked in so tightly—and playing with your cunt and clit at my command. Beg me for it, Cunt. Beg me to make you cum, little slave girl, and maybe I'll let you. You're no longer Supergirl, you're just a little slave girl who needs to be taken, aren't you?”

Her whole body was quivering. She knew that one more pulse of the dildo would send her over the edge. She also knew that there was now no way out for her. It was impossible to free herself. The kryptonite dildo was locked inside her where she could do nothing about it, and he was right, she had done this to herself. Once she fancied herself the most powerful woman on earth. Now she was nothing but a man's little pleasure toy with a kryptonite dildo forced securely into her cunt and her hands uselessly fastened to her neck. And he knew where she lived and was coming to do even more degrading things to her until he broke her. For all her power, she was just a foolish little slut who had let her hormones get the best of her. And that thought was pushing her closer to the edge even without the vibrator. There was no way out. She squeezed her eyes closed and yanked again at the cuffs holding her wrists to her neck. Her fantasy had come to life, and now taken her life from her. Her life was not going to be hers anymore.

“Please…,” she haltingly began, pleading now with her eyes, “please let your little slave girl cum for you. I wear your collar. My wrists are bound and my arms spread wide in surrender. My naked body is displayed for your every pleasure. Your big remote cock is locked inside my cunt and you can make me cum at your whim. I cannot stop you from doing whatever you want to your little slave. I want you to come to me and squeeze my tits and slap my ass like the little slut that I am, and take me with your own prick, so I can be truly owned by you. But please don't make me wait. Please, make your little slut cum for you. Make me gasp and squirm and finally cum for your pleasure while you watch my humiliation.”

With that the dildo sprang back to life, pulsing inside her while it squeezed and vibrated on her clit. She was overwhelmed by a mind-shattering orgasm that sent her whole body spasming for what seemed like forever until she finally slumped over towards the camera, her beautiful blond curls cascading over her shoulders in defeat as she heard the door open.

Supergirl and the Package Part 2

Supergirl fought her way up from her post-orgasm haze to look up and see who came through the door. Despite his new goatee, Supergirl recognized him.

“Felix Faust!”

“In the flesh this time Supergirl,” he replied waving a hand and causing the air to shimmer at the periphery of the room.

“How did you get in? What did you just do?”

“Seriously Supergirl, or should I say LadyJane or maybe Linda Danvers since that was the name on the mailbox, did you think an ordinary lock could keep a mage out? As to the spell, it merely keeps all the sound inside this room. I wouldn't want your cries of bliss to disturb your neighbors.”

She scowled at his presumption, but as he crossed the room towards her, she felt the kryptonite-laced dildo come back to life inside her although she didn't see him press any controls. The dildo was slowly expanding and lightly vibrating, as if it were breathing, just keeping her aware of its knobby exterior that had just given her such a climax. She pursed her lips and tried to lean away from him as he got close. With her ankles tied to her thighs, hands manacled to her steel neck collar, and the dildo strapped inside her, she could hardly avoid whatever he had in mind.

“How did you get out of prison? Why are you doing this?”

“All in good time, Supergirl, but first, did you think you could get away with just a single orgasm while I was watching you on my phone? I took pity on my beautiful sex slave by letting you come without me. Now we have some more business to attend to. Your master is here to claim his prize.”

The dildo began to move faster, and the clamp on her clit came to life, squeezing and rolling its tiny ball bearings over her sensitive button as the dildo rubbed insistently against its underside. How was he doing this? She wanted to ask, but all that came out was a gasp as she clenched her fists helplessly. He knelt between her legs and put a hand on each side of her waist. Although she was used to fondling herself as she masturbated, frequently to Ffaust's scenarios in their roleplays she remembered, the feeling of another's hands, a man's hands, on her naked body as the dildo played its relentless game inside her was different, dangerous, exciting. He could do anything he wanted with her body, and she could do nothing to stop him, and she well remembered the things “he” had done to her in their chats. She could feel her breasts tighten and her nipples harden until she felt like they would burst.

He slowly slid his hands up her body until they were cupped on the underside of her boobs. Her breath was coming in short gasps as he wrapped his hands around her breasts.

“Have you ever let a man take your breasts in his hands?”

“Nnn...not naked,” she got out, remembering the brief touches she had fended off because she was afraid of letting herself get turned on lest she hurt a lover with her superhuman strength.

“But you want me taking them now, don't you? I can see them straining for my touch. It tortured you that you couldn't touch them while I gave you that last orgasm, didn't it?”

“Yes,” she said quietly, closing her eyes and almost feeling ready to cry.

“And you're blushing all the way down to between your tits. Oh Supergirl, you are such a delightful combination of innocence, sexiness, and unbearable lust. Beg me for it slave.” At that the dildo increased its relentless pressure.

“Maa...Master, please. My tits ache for your touch. Please, take them in your hands and make me squeal and scream. I...can't...” and indeed she couldn't, as the dildo drew a loud gasp from her, rolling it's tiny metal balls behind it's thin silk lining against her clit and pushing on its underside from within her.

It was then that he grabbed each breast and squeezed her nipples, pulling them towards him, then letting them snap back into her breasts, bouncing and vibrating, only for him to gently press them between his thumb and finger. After a short squeeze, he just let his long fingers roam all over her breasts, firmly enough to make clear there was no escape, but gently enough to send shockwaves through her nerves. She threw her head back and screamed, pushing her breasts even farther into his hands and feeling an extra shock from the dildo as her move inevitably pushed her hips forward and tightened her cunt's grip on it.

When her scream subsided, Faust took advantage of her open mouth to cover it with his. She was lost now and eagerly wrestled with his tongue as her arousal kept building higher and higher. She felt her eyes roll up in her head, clenched her fists, and yanked on her tightly cuffed wrists. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and pull him to her as tightly as she could while she imagined him ramming his cock into her. She squeezed her cunt as hard as she could, deliberately this time. She felt like she was fainting as her body responded with an orgasm so strong it felt like her life leaving her. She couldn't scream with her tongue wrapped so tightly around his, but she leaned her head back so far she almost strangled her own airway.

As her body went limp, he released her from the kiss and lifted her head back vertical, running his fingers through her blond curls.

“I think we've given you the release you've always needed. Now we can begin your training.”

“Training?” she whimpered, being reminded that her enslavement was only beginning.

“Yes. You asked me how I got out of prison, and why I'm doing this. Well, the two are related. With the help of a chaplain and therapist, I came to realize that my quests for power and money were just empty and futile attempts to release myself from greed, envy, and lust. I let go of the need for those things, well, except for lust as you can see, but I'm still working on that one. Satisfied that I was reformed, they let me out, and I went looking for ways that I could do good to those I had wronged. I still have plenty of magical abilities even without summoning world-destroying demons. That dildo inside you isn't mechanical, it's an enchanted artifact that responds to my thoughts, even my unstated ones.”

“Oh god,” she thought. That's how the dildo acted like it was alive. It was just a remote extension of him, responding to his thoughts and desires. When she'd said it was his big cock in her, it was truer than she had known. And it was still lightly throbbing inside her. She shivered at the thought of what amounted to a remote cock, controlled by Faust's thoughts and lust and locked inside her most vulnerable places.

“As I searched for a way to do something good for someone I had wronged,” he continued, “I came across your roleplays and realized that you, like many other heroines, but especially you, are frustrated and kept from fulfilling your sexuality for fear of hurting the men you love. For male heroes it's easier, their prick just slowly deflates, but for you, when an orgasm forces you to lose control, you might well crush your lover's dick. So you've gone your whole life so far without any real lover, haven't you?”

“Yes…Master,” she said softly, lowering her eyes in shame. She didn't know why she had added the last word to her admission.

“It's nothing to be ashamed of,” Faust said, gently lifting her face to his. “In fact, I thought the solution you came up with of roleplaying was genius. But following the orders and story lines of others is not the same as feeling a man's hands and tongue on your soft body, is it? I think we proved that tonight, by giving you the best orgasms of you life, didn't we?”

“Yes,” she whispered hesitantly and curled her lower lip under her upper lip, looking up at him pitifully, quite aware that she was still quite helpless with her legs tied and her hands locked to the collar on her neck.

“So, this is how I can do good. I want to train you to be able to unleash your sexuality, to be able to be a full woman yet know you won't hurt your partner.”

“You can do that? How?” she added, hoping she had kept the eagerness out of her voice.

“It will take many sessions, many orgasms, but you'll eventually be able to control the muscles of your pelvis and vagina even when in the throes of orgasms like the ones you had tonight. It can't be a conscious response. You have to train yourself until it gets into the part of your brain that acts before thought. Athletes do this to train themselves to hit a 100mph fastball, and martial artists do it to block and punch as soon as they see an opponent start to move. My magic can help you with this, but it will still take many orgasms until you are fully trained. You may even get to the point that you can reach orgasm without feeling helpless.”

“And to do this, you have to turn me into your sex toy?” she replied with an angry flash of her superheroine fire.

“What I have to do is get you to cum many times, moving you closer and closer to control each time. What turns you on and brings you to orgasm is up to you,” he said, with his fingers buried in her hair and gently holding the back of her head.

His long fingers gently holding the back of her head actually felt good, reassuring, and controlling all at the same time.

“And how can I trust that this is not just a trick, some kind of psychological game to turn me into your sex slave?”

Faust moved behind her, pressing her back against his chest while reaching around to wrap his fingers around the base of one of her breasts. “Look at yourself in the mirror.”

Her legs were frog-tied and spread. The deadly kryptonite dildo was strapped tightly inside her with its extension clamped firmly on her clit. She was naked, with Faust's one hand holding her breast firmly and possessively. Her wrists were manacled to arms extending from her slave collar at right angles, making her look like a baby bird trying to fly but with wings too small for the task. She could even see her nipples harden at the sight of her own imprisonment in sexual torment. She wanted his fingers to creep up and take her nipple.

“Have I hurt you, or done anything that wasn't a fulfillment of your own sexual desires?”

“No,” she replied, involuntarily heaving her chest forward a little.

“Do you want a chance to have a normal life with a good man who can fulfill you sexually? I'm offering you that chance.”

“Yes,” she said softly nodding her head.

“Then you'll have to take a chance with what I'm offering you. Of course I will have to make you cum many times over several weeks—the time length will depend on how fast you progress. I can only do that by fulfilling your sexual desires. I can't deny that I will enjoy the process myself, but I told you I'm still working on overcoming my lust. So, in an odd way, it will be training me as well. To control my lust.”

Was he telling the truth? Would he really do this to help her? Even more important, could he actually do it? Could she take his word that he had reformed? She was totally at his mercy right now, and he possibly could even kill her in her kryptonite-weakened state, but he had made no move to do so. She well remembered the vile, triumphant looks she had seen on other villains when they had her temporarily helpless. She'd never seen them try to hide it. There was none of that in Faust's face or voice. He still might be a villain, just one more devious than any she had ever encountered. She closed her eyes, realizing that doubt about the danger she was offering herself up to was part of what would turn her on.

“Obviously I am far from the ideal mate for someone as young and beautiful as you, so I assure you my intentions are sincere. As your trainer, I would want to be paid of course. Not a lot, but ex-felons don't have too many job opportunities, and I do need to make a living. Just a few hundred dollars a week.”

Damn, he wanted her to pay for him to do this to her! If this was a con, it was a really remarkable one. Even with the danger, possibly because of it, it was an offer she couldn't refuse.

“Yes,” she said softly, “Train me to be a whole woman. I'll even pay you, but if it isn't working, we end this.”

“Agreed,” he said. “We'll start tonight with our first session,” he added, moving his fingers up to close on her nipple while the dildo started to come to life again, and he reached his other hand down to hold it even more firmly inside her.

Supergirl and the Package Part 3

Supergirl sat in her living room dressed in one of her old costumes, the one with the red hotpants and the top that tied below her breasts and had the blouson sleeves. She crossed her long, bare legs and tried to be casual. Felix Faust had told her to wear that outfit for their next “training” session that was coming up shortly. She still was skeptical that the “training” was going to work, but she had paid him electronically as he had insisted. Letting him fuck her was bad enough, but paying him to do it was really degrading.

That worried her too. The fund transfer was supposed to be secure with no way back to her bank account, but he had figured out who she was from her online role-playing persona and even tracked her down in person. Well, that last part was on her, from bringing that damn package into her place despite what she thought were her elaborate precautions.

She glared at the fancy wooden box on her coffee table. The box that contained the diabolical dildo. Despite its lead shielding, it frequently sent chills down her spine that she kept that kryptonite artifact in the home. She had tried examining it to see how it concealed its deadly kryptonite payload once, but, as she handled it, it began to pulse, and she remembered that it was connected to Faust's own sexual desires, even his unconscious ones, and she put it away immediately, feeling really dirty. She didn't want to be jacking off Felix Faust remotely, although, she thought now with a gleam in her eye, that might be fun revenge if she did it at the right, most embarrassing, moment.

She heard the twist of her door opening, but didn't bother to get up. The door had been locked of course, but that didn't stop a mage like Faust last time. Time to see what tricks Faust had up his sleeves. In fact he was wearing a non-descript version of a wizard's robe that probably passed as an ugly raincoat to anyone else. With the loose sleeves that could hide a turkey, and with it tied at the waist by a rope that looped 4 times around his waist ending in a fancy knot, it looked more like a bathrobe to Supergirl. That thought led to her checking it out with her x-ray vision. That cheeky bastard was going complete commando under his robe! Not only that, but she could see the response to the sight of her long, crossed legs, and she wondered what the dildo was doing inside its little box.

“I'm glad you didn't mind wearing your old uniform,” were his first words. “It's important that we do things right, so this will work.”

“Let's get on with it then,” Supergirl almost snarled.

“Now that attitude is not going to help. I can see you still don't believe that this will work. Let me give you a demonstration that will prove its potential.”

The only reason she'd agreed to this “training” was that she was frustrated at never being able to make love to a man without fearing that she'd snap his dick off in the throes of orgasm. She wanted a normal sex life, and, ironically, Faust had offered her that if she'd let him train her responses by repeatedly driving her to orgasm and somehow teaching her to control her responses.

She just glared at him as he settled in front of her. Then he swung his fist straight at her left breast. Supergirl felt the blow, but it was about as significant as a single piece of paper drifting onto her with a gentle wind. She saw him wince and flex his knuckles to make sure no serious damage was done to his fist. Supergirl tilted her head with a puzzled look, but Faust just took his long fingers and started stroking them gently and seductively along her bare legs. She uncrossed her legs and he used one hand on each side of one leg now, moving slowly. Despite her puzzlement, she felt a gentle tingle as he worked his way up her inner thigh. He leaned closer and moved his hands to draw his fingers gently around her bare midriff, slowly working his way up until his fingers danced teasingly across her covered but surprisingly prominent nipples.

She couldn't stifle a gasp at that, and he stopped and smiled, sitting back and moving one hand to gently grasp her ankle through her boot.

“You see?” he asked. “You may be invulnerable to assault but not to gentle caresses. You felt the difference, didn't you?”

Her mouth dropped open. “I never realized that.”

“Bullets bounce off you, even if you feel them only slightly, but your body has an unconscious, learned response to gentle caresses. That's what we're going to train your sweet little pussy to do.”

He punctuated the last sentence with a hand sliding up to grasp her hotpants-covered crotch. A quick instinct urged her to slam her thighs closed and smash his hand, but she couldn't deny the arousal that was almost making her pant, proving his point all the further. She gulped. There was no denying now that this might work.

“All … right, what do we do now?” she almost whispered.

“First we have to bring you to a state of serious arousal, then I'll tell you what to do.”

“Why don't you tell me what to do now?”

“It doesn't work that way. If you try to anticipate it, it will go to the wrong part of your brain, and you'll be left unable to control yourself when the time comes.”

“Sounds dubious, but you're the master,” she said with a wink, “And just how did you learn all this?”

“Well, I could tell you years of study, but it was an almost fatal encounter with a succubus. Being a mage can do strange things to your love life just like being a superheroine can.”

“That must be an interesting story,” she said, her eyes widening.

“It is indeed, but not now. Now we have to retrieve our litle friend. I see you put him close by. Let's take down your hotpants,” he said, pulling them down to her ankles.

She let him do it, just trembling a little. She wasn't wearing any panties of course. What was the point?

As she watched him pull out the already throbbing dildo, she was talking to herself. This was the man who had summoned demons to overthrow all earth's governments, so he could sieze power over the whole planet, and was only stopped by the combined forces of the Justice League. And she was about to let him slide a kryptonite-enhanced, enchanted dildo into her. The true test of a heroine is to be willing to risk it all, she told herself as he pushed her knees wide to expose her. She was already as wet as could be, she thought, realizing that it was just as much lust as heroism that was leading her on.

Despite her wetness, it took a little playing on Faust's part to insert the dildo. That's because the dildo was already responding to Faust's arousal, expanding and pulsing, even rotating. She must be really turning him on, Supergirl thought to herself with a suppressed smile just before the dildo popped past her lips and into her love canal. That was the only thought she had time for as the straps swung around her thighs and lower back to lock it in place while the clit attachment clamped down hard and began its rolling ball bearing massage.

Before she could get her brain to have a coherent thought, Faust swung her knees back together and pulled her hotpants back up, further cementing the dildo in place. She closed her eyes tightly at the sensations the dildo was forcing on her.

“Do you need me to bind you?” Faust was saying.

Supergirl's hands were shaking uncontrollably, and even though she couldn't bring herself to speak, she nodded her head yes.

Ropes immediately encircled her wrists and pulled up to secure them to her elbows behind her back. Her chest was heaving now as the dildo unsheathed its kryptonite inside her, causing Supergirl to slump her head forward in exhaustion, just in time to watch Faust's long, lithe fingers undo her top. Rather than let her top fall to expose her breasts, he started to trace circles around them, using the pressure and softness of his fingers through her top to start driving her crazy.

Her breaths were coming fast now, punctuated by moans as she yanked futilely at her bound arms. Not relinquishing his atttack on her breasts, Faust leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Now think of something fragile and lovely, something you could never hurt. Something or someone who could never hurt you.”

With her eyes blinking rapidly as she could feel her climax building, she tried to think of something fragile and beautiful that loved her—Argo City, her home that had disintegrated as her father launched her into space. She could never hurt Argo City, but, as she climaxed, she realized what she was seeing was it's disintegration beneath her as her rocket propelled her towards earth.

As she tried to recover from her post-orgasm stupor, she heard Faust say, “Not good enough Supergirl, not nearly good enough. What were you thinking of?”

She realized he must be able to tell how hard she squeezed the dildo during her orgasm since the enchantment that directed his dick's arousal into the dildo must go the other way too.

“We'll have to try again. Don't try to think of something else now. Just know that you've failed, you silly slut!”

As she tried to shake off the gratuitous insult, she felt him move behind her and shove her torso onto the glass coffee table, pressing her now naked breasts into it with an unbreakable hold on the hair at the back of her neck.

“Stupid slut!” he said forcefully but quietly as he began to spank her. The dildo inside her seemed to rise up to meet each blow. She couldn't even cry out beyond a whimper with her face and breasts mashed into the coffee table. He was in complete control of her in her kryptonite-weakened state, and her body was feeling things she had never even imagined.

He touched the coffee table with his magic, and the glass began to vibrate, not frantically, but in a slow rhythm like that of a bass guitar or a rolling earthquake. He stopped the spanking and began to squeeze her ass instead to the rhythm of the dildo pushing and pulsing inside her, all with the same sympathetic vibration of the coffee table that was now driving her tits wild in their imprisoned state. She began to feel another orgasm building as he leaned his lips close to her ear. She could even feel his real prick pushing against her backside as he leaned over her.

“Now we're going to up the ante Superslut. I've reshielded the kryptonite in the dildo, so your powers are coming back. If you don't succeed with the right thought, you'll crush the dildo, and it will explode, embedding it's kryptonite inside you, forever branding your inner walls with its deadly contents. So think Supergirl! Think! Something fragile and lovely, something you could never hurt. Something or someone who could never hurt you, or you'll be forever branded and maimed in your most vulnerable spot.”

“What? No!” she screamed even as she felt her powers surging back into her. “You can't...”

But Faust did not let up on the stimulus, and she couldn't control what was happening to her body. She was going to cum, and she had to get it right this time. She tried to stop it, but her body had a mind of its 0wn now. She squeezed her eyes closed, realizing it might be her last thought as the orgasm started to break on her.

Zor El, her father, the look on his face as he sent her off into space. The pride, sadness, and love all mixed together in one look as he sent her on while he stayed to suffer almost instant death. His love for her was unconditional, and he could never hurt her. All of that flashed in her head as the she gave in to the orgasm, and lay limp, with her whole body spasming in bliss. The reverberations slowly began to subside. She realized she could still feel the dildo inside her. She hadn't crushed it!

“You did it Supergirl!” Faust exclaimed as he released his grip on her and gently pulled her back to a sitting position. He sat next to her on the couch and gently leaned her head on his chest stroking her cheek. Even in her still incoherent state, Supergirl realized his robe was now open. The ropes holding her arms behind her must be the ones that he had used to keep his cloak closed. She also saw that his cock was still hard as an iron rod.

She began to feel sympathy towards this man who had brought her to this point but still hadn't gotten his own rocks off. In the warm glow of her orgasm, she was grateful to this man, a reformed villain, who so selflessly had dedicated himself to helping her.

Eventually, he gently moved her head as he knelt before her and pulled her hotpants down to her ankles again. She sighed as he slowly pulled the dildo out of her. He laid it on the table, but he didn't pull her hotpants back up. “We have one more thing to do to be sure Supergirl. This time you'll need a real dick in you. You will always wonder otherwise, so I volunteer to take the risk.”

“So glad you're willing to sacrifice yourself, Faust,” Supergirl said sarcastically with a mischievous smile. Even though he was not her type of man, she felt she owed it to him not to make him go home with blue balls. After all he had made it possible for her to be a real girl. That's how she wanted to think of herself now, a real girl, not just a superheroine from another planet.

Seeing her recovered, Faust wasted no time. He pulled himself up and began licking and teasing one breast while his hand fondled her other one. Without stopping, his other hand found its way to her cunt, and he thrust two fingers inside her while his thumb acted as a pincer with her clitoris, alternating between squeezing and teasing it.

“You must have learned something from that succubus, Felix, because you can sure show a girl a good time,” she cooed in bliss.

He kept upping the pleasant pressure, and she squirmed her hips in response. When she began breathing rapidly, he pulled her up onto the couch, positioning her on her knees with her head gently on the couch's arm and her tits pleasantly squeezed by the couch's cushion and arm. When he entered her, his cloak billowed around her, making her feel gently enveloped. She felt another orgasm begin to build in response to his shaft pistoning in and out of her while his hand continued to twist, squeeze, and rub her clit.

As she felt the orgasm become inescapable, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “One more thing Supergirl, my sperm is also enchanted, and when I cum inside you, it will begin to have its effect on you. You will need to have sex at least once every 24 hours or your frustration will build until you can think of nothing else.”

“What? Wait!” she shouted between gasps. That was monstrous! Maybe she couldn't stop her orgasm, but she could push him out before it was too late. She flexed her muscles to break the ropes holding her arms tied behind her back, but nothing happened. She was still tied!

Noting her efforts, Faust said, “Oh, you still have your powers, but those are magical ropes, and magic can still bind you, even without kryptonite.”

With her pushed into the couch and him holding her in position as he continued to fuck her, there was little she could do. She tried to wriggle him out of her somehow by gyrating her hips, but it only forced his hard dick tighter inside her until she felt herself ready to explode. Maybe she could hurt him, she thought, but again the vision of her father's farewell gaze danced in her head as they came at the same time.

Supergirl's rubbery muscles refused to obey her after her third orgasm of the night, but her mind was even more of a jumble. Was what he'd said true? What kind of vile treachery was this? She had trusted him! She had even given herself happily to him in gratitude!

She felt the ropes release her arms as they wrapped themselves magically back around Faust's cloak. She still didn't move from the embarrassing position waving her naked ass in the air. She was too stunned.

“Oh, and Supergirl,” he began as he headed for the door, “It has to be a man's dick. No matter how many times you can bring yourself to orgasm with your fingers or a dildo, the compulsion won't stop until you're fucked by a man. A pretty girl like you shouldn't have a problem finding volunteers”

Then he added, “But if you're ever desperate, I'm always available,” and closed the door behind him.

Supergirl slid slowly down to a prone position with tears forming in her eyes. Many a villain had taunted her by calling her superwhore, but Faust had made her one!