Supergirl flew low over the city, her eyes fixed on the ground below. She was fast approaching the old harbour district, where she knew she would find what she was looking for. The hunt had begun.
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That morning, Kara had met with the city’s chief of police, Ed Parker, as she did every Monday. Lt Parker had as usual been unable to resist furtive glances at Supergirl’s shapely legs and tight costume as they discussed criminal activity across the City. Kara had grown used to such behaviour, and from such men, and had given up fighting it.
The morning’s report had been concerning. There had been a spate of disappearances in the harbour district over the past few weeks, all young women down on their luck.
“Why has this taken so long to report?”, asked Supergirl angrily.
“You know how it is”, replied the chief. “These kids ain’t got no-one looking for them, or looking out for them. They’re the discards, the forgotten ones. They disappeared long before they were taken.”
Supergirl wanted to argue, but could see the truth in what the cynical old officer was saying.
There was a pattern; the abductions all took place in the harbour district, at night, in silence and with no evidence left behind. There were no leads. It wasn’t the type of suburb that was awash with closed circuit cameras, but the few that were there showed nothing out of the ordinary.
But the police had just got lucky. There was an eye witness to the latest snatching, a vagrant who had been sleeping in a cardboard shelter across the road when a young brunette had been taken.
He was sitting in an interview room, dressed in torn jeans, a filthy t-shirt and a tattered overcoat. His woollen gloves were missing several fingers, Supergirl noticed, as he rubbed his hands nervously.
“I’d had a lot to drink,” he confessed. “I was trying to sleep it off when I heard them coming, A group of men. Three or four. Big guys. They were shouting and taunting the girl as she tried to get away. Beautiful thing, she was. I’d seen her around, at the shelters and on the streets. Always wondered how a girl like that ended up there, but never got a chance to ask.”
“They backed her into the alleyway, cornered her. She was pleading for them to leave her alone, then all of a sudden they moved. Never seen anything like it. They were fast. So fast. On top of her before she got a chance to say another word.” He voice was trembling, so he paused and took a sip of coffee. “They were on top of her, snapping and biting like animals, until all of a sudden the biggest one hauled her up and onto his shoulder like she was an old carpet. I caught sight of him in the lamplight, and I’ll be honest he terrified the life out of me. Dark hair. Mean green eyes that seemed to bore right into me. Then they turned and loped off into the darkness.”
“I lay there for hours after that, suddenly sober, scared as hell. I wanted to walk away. Forget what I saw. But I had to come here. She didn’t do nothing wrong to anyone, that girl. She’s an innocent.”
Supergirl stood in silence, playing the man’s words over in head. So, she thought finally, the Pact has been broken. She stepped from the room, without a word, and took to the sky. She knew where she needed to be, and fast.
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Two men stood at the doorway to the unobtrusive grey warehouse building in the harbour district. They were large men, well built but not overly muscled. Lean. Dangerous-looking. Supergirl landed softly on the road in front of them, hands on hips.
“Supergirl.” The taller one growled. “We don’t see you much round these parts.”
“ I’ve come to see him.” Supergirl said, ignoring his remark. “Let me pass.”
“No can do, little miss. He’s busy.”
The doorman noticed Supergirl bristling at being referred to as ‘little miss’.
“I need to see him now. Either you can step aside and let me through, or I’ll just have to go through you.”
Supergirl took a step forward, and the guards stepped closer together, the taller one raising his hand out against her chest.
“Hey, we don’t want any trouble. I told you, he’s busy. He doesn’t like being disturbed. And you know there’s an agreement in place.”
“That agreement ended when he decided to revert to old ways”, Supergirl replied. She took the man’s wrist and twisted, throwing him over to the side. The other man moved quickly, catching Supergirl by surprise. He thrust a punch at her stomach, catching her even as she tried to avoid the blow, knocking her backwards.
Supergirl let out a grunt of pain. She had forgotten how swift and how strong they were, and it had cost her. The man leapt forward to take advantage of her surprise. He swung a backhand at her head, catching her across the cheek and sprawling her sideways. She went to the ground and he moved in for the kill. Supergirl managed to roll onto her side, just avoiding his lunge and sprang back to her feet. The taller man had by now recovered and the two men circled her, like sharks around prey. She realised that this was not far from the truth. These men were natural predators. And she realised that the men that guarded the lair were probably not rank-and-file soldiers. These were experienced fighters, warriors.
She wondered if she had been impulsive coming here, along, in a fit of anger. Could she get away and fetch reinforcements. Then she thought of the girl – the ‘innocent one’ - and imagined how scared and alone that girl would be feeling now. She needed to get in, to save her. Supergirl leapt at the larger man with such speed that he had no time to react. She smashed her fist into his face, and he went down immediately, unconscious. The other man leapt to his partner’s aid as he fell, trying to catch him, but as went down Supergirl’s boot caught him square in the jaw. Like his partner, he too folded to the floor.
Supergirl stood over them, her heart hammering, surprised as she sometimes was by her own capacity for violence. She picked up the unconscious bodies and put them behind the dumpster, out of sight. She had been weakened from the blows, and couldn’t afford to have an alarm raised. These were dangerous foes.
She pushed open the warehouse door, and stepped carefully forward. The interior of the warehouse took her completely by surprise. Someone had gone to considerable effort and expense to create a natural cave system inside the building, hidden by the drab exterior. She touched the cool dark wall, and realised it was real stone. This was an effort of many years, she realised, not a temporary hideout. It was more like... a lair, she realised, a chill running through her.
The cave extended from the entrance down a dark passage, illuminated by flickering torches on either side. Dark doorways were visible in the walls and at the end of the passage Supergirl could make out a set of decorated wooden doors. Supergirl walked along the passage, glancing into the first opening. It was a small room, gloomy, but with enough light for Supergirl to make out an ominous shape in the centre. A table, medieval, like a rack. On the walls, a series of what appeared to be implements or tools. Supergirl realised with disgust that these were most likely instruments of torture, and her resolve stiffened. She needed to rescue these girls, and fast.
The still air of the passageway was broken by a keening wail, loud and piercing. Supergirl knew the sound of suffering, and realised that it was coming from behind the wooden doors. She flew down the passage, splintering the wooden doors as she crashed through.
She stopped abruptly as she took in the view in front of her. In the centre of the room was a large bed, covered with white satin sheets. On the bed there was a naked woman, stunningly beautiful, straddled atop a large male figure. Supergirl recognised the girl immediately, from magazine covers and big budget films. Her back was arched atop the man, and she seemed to be struggling to draw breath. Her eyes were vacant, and rolled slightly back as her head lolled in small circles.
The man slowly raised his body from the bed, gently rolling the prone woman to one side and laying her carefully on the bed. Then he got to his feet, his back to Supergirl, before wrapping himself in a cloth towel and turning to face the intruder.
“Ayon”, said Supergirl.
She noted the dimensions of the man, who she had not seen in so many years. He was tall, 6”5, and immensely well defined, with the muscles of a gymnast. He had long, raven-black hair, pale skin and piercing green eyes. His ears were pointed slightly at the top. Above all, this man exuded power and sensuality.
A small smile played around his lips.
“Supergirl”, he responded eventually. “It’s a pleasure to see you.” He cast his eyes slowly up and down her body.
“No games, Ayon. You know why I am here. You have violated the Pact, and I have come for what you have taken.”
He was momentarily taken aback, then his eyes narrowed and darkened as he regained his composure. His voice crackled with quiet fury. “Violated the Pact? We have done no such thing. We are a changed people, and you know that. The only violation of our Pact is your intrusion here today.”
“You cannot lie to me, Ayon. You have gone too far. People have seen you and your boys on the prowl. I have come to put a stop to that.”
Ayon considered this for a moment, before replying.
“We are not guilty of these crimes, Supergirl. Let us find a way to deal with this together.”
Supergirl became aware of a small group of figures, male and female, assembling at the doorway behind her. She knew that she had to act fast, seize the advantage. She lunged towards Ayon, fists raised.
Suddenly, she fell to the ground, crying out in agony. She felt the familiar stabbing needles of pain, under her skin, the raging fever engulfing her. Behind her, a girl holding a glowing green box stepped forward, advancing towards Supergirl even as she tried to crawl away on the stone floor.
“Efira, that’s enough”, said Ayon quietly. Still the girl walked slowly towards Supergirl, anger evident on her delicate features.
“ENOUGH!” roared Ayon, and the girl stumbled back as if struck. She closed the box, and Supergirl felt the pain start to recede from the fibre of her being.
Ayon approached the stricken superheroine, and gestured to two of the women. Supergirl felt her body being lifted by surprisingly strong hands. Her hands were raised above her head and fastened to leather straps suspended from the ceiling. Her boots were removed, and her legs were similarly bound with leather straps tied to the floor. Through the clearing fog of pain, Supergirl saw Ayon in quiet conversation with two large warriors, who he dispatched with a flick of his hand. He turned, and advanced with the lithe grace of a panther towards the bound heroine.
“I am sorry that we had to resort to such measures, Supergirl. We have always been a people of peace. Of love. Of pleasure, most of all. And we existed in harmony with humanity for the ages. But times changed; humanity changed. A moral code was developed by old men who wanted to pass their laws onto the world. We became monsters. We were told about in tales, feared, despised, hunted. Reluctantly we defended ourselves, though it was not a situation of our making.”
“When your kind arrived, the narrative changed. Now it was an age of heroes, not monsters. We made sure that your kind and ours got to know each other, understand the truth, speak as common outsiders. You know this. And we agreed the Pact. We have our world, you have yours. We do not step outside our boundaries. We do not harm.”
“For many years we struggled under this new way, struggled for our very survival. Yes, there were times that some of our more rebellious youth strayed from the Pact, but they were always dealt with by us. Swiftly. Harshly.”
“Then, perhaps after the horror of so many wars, a new era dawned on the world. A time of hedonism had arrived. A freedom. People became liberated from the false moral code. Once again we saw a world in which could survive. More than survive. We could thrive!”
He gestured towards the beautiful girl on the bed, who was being escorted in silence from the room, her walk still a little unsteady.
“Our skills are in high demand, Supergirl. There are those who will pay handsomely for the gifts we have to give, for an escape from the world, without the consequences of a powder or a bottle. We are their little secret, shared only with friends who can afford it. We are their elixir, and they are ours.”
His face darkened, and he spoke firmly.
“We do not want to go back to a time of half-lives in the shadows. The Pact was our way to ensure that. And though we are a people of peace, history has also taught us to be a people of caution. It is why we keep that precious rock here, amongst other things. We had hoped to never use it, but your intrusion here today, in violation of the Pact, left us with no choice.”
Supergirl lifted her head, with effort.
“The girls....” she managed. “That must have been you. You were seen.”
Ayon cut her short. “We will deal with that in due course.”
“I told you that we deal swiftly and harshly with those who violate the Pact, Supergirl. It would be wrong of us not to hold you to the same standard.”
Supergirl looked at him, trying to remain calm. “Torture?” she said. “A strange custom for a people of peace.”
“We have our own ways, Supergirl. We have had many centuries to hone and perfect our methods.”
He moved towards her, until he was standing directly in front of her. He stared into her eyes, and she became aware of a scent of spices that she could not quite place. He began murmuring slowly, under his breath, so that Supergirl could not make out the words. All the while he continued to look deeply into her eyes, as if drinking of her soul. She became aware of the physicality of this being, his enormous power, his sensual face, the green eyes that seemed to flicker between shades of green. She became aware of a feeling in her own body, a faint tingling that seemed to emanate from deep within.
He leant closer towards her, his face inches from hers, and he raised his hand and placed it gently on the inside of her thigh, just under her skirt. She jolted from his touch, and realised with a start that she was fighting an overwhelming urge to lean forward and place her lips on his own. He whispered, softly, “Kara-Zor-El, you have violated a sacred pact. You have been sentenced to endure the punishment of the ages.” He withdrew his hand slowly from her thigh, tracing the skin, and stepped away.
From the shadows, the two young women stepped forward. One held a black satin cloth, which she tied around Supergirl’s eyes, and Supergirl’s world went black.
“Ayon, please”, said Supergirl.
Her words were cut short as the other girl gently fastened a gag over Supergirl’s mouth.
“Hush, little one.” Said Ayon. “It has begun. The Sisters must do their work in silence.”
Supergirl once again smelt the scent of exotic spices. This time it was much stronger, and her head swam slightly, though not unpleasantly. She started as she felt a soft hand gently caressing her cheek. She tried to protest, but could not make a sound through the gag.
The hand caressing her cheek moved slowly down her face, onto her neck. She became aware of a second pair of hands gently massaging her back, her shoulders, sliding down her waist, her legs, her feet, before dancing back up again. She realised that the scent was coming from an oil being applied with every touch, seeming to amplify each contact with her skin.
The Sisters worked slowly, gently, caressing Supergirl’s body, occasionally applying firmer touches which sent small electric pulses through the Girl of Steel’s body. Her thin costume afforded her body no protection from the gentle hands, and she felt every small brush of fingertips against her skin.
Supergirl, in her dark and silent world, was in a state of confusion. She had braced herself for a whipping, or perhaps to be taken to the room with the rack. Instead, she was enduring an unusual, and perhaps overly familiar, massage. Supergirl realised that she had no choice but to relax into it until she recovered the strength to escape.
After a while, the Sisters stopped and Ayon’s strong voice cut through the silence.
“ The Sisters have finished the preparations, Supergirl. We have found over the centuries that the preparations are essential, certainly for humans. It prepares the body and mind for what is to come, and keeps the madness at bay. ”
“Sisters, you may commence with stage one of the punishment.”
Supergirl felt the Sisters hands on her body once again, one in front of her and one behind. One Sister placed her hands against Supergirl’s back and began her massage once again, only this time more firmly. She suddenly thrust her thumb firmly into Supergirl’s back, and the Girl of Steel felt an electric shock emanate from her breasts. She gasped into the gag. Immediately the other Sister begin gently massaging Supergirl’s breasts. The combination of pain and pleasure sent Supergirl into a state of confusion. She was surprised to feel that her nipples were extended, almost painfully, as the Sister’s gentle hand caressed the bud through her thin costume. Without warning, her back was again manipulated and Supergirl thrust her chest forward uncontrollably, gasping as her breasts were softly massaged from the front. Supergirl tried to cry out as the process was repeated time and again. Electric shock, then soft caress. Unfamiliar sensations coursed through the Girl of Steel’s body as she endured the repeated touches, unable to focus on anything other than the pleasures being administered by the Sisters.
She realised with trepidation that the Sister’s hands had moved lower down her back. At the same time, the other Sister transferred her attention from Supergirl’s breasts, pausing only to caress her firm abdomen as she moved her hands down. She gently lifted Supergirl’s skirt and began to slowly caress her thighs, moving slowly closer to where Supergirl’s leotard just covered her crotch. Supergirl realised with shame that the Sister had found a small, wet trail dripping from Supergirl’s pussy.
The hands behind Supergirl began to trace a small point on her lower back, and Supergirl’s knees went weak. Suddenly, the Sister again applied sharp pressure on the point, and Supergirl screamed into her gag. Her pussy exploded with shock, and she felt the Sister’s hands slipping under her costume, gently caressing around her nether lips, stroking the labia gently. It was almost too much to bear, and Supergirl teetered at the edge of orgasm until she again felt a sharp stab in her back. Slowly the feeling receded, and Supergirl’s ragged breathing returned to normal.
The Sister’s hands on her back again quickened their pace, and once again Supergirl thrust forward, out of control but held firmly in place by the leather bindings. Again her pussy was caressed and massaged, an explosion mounting in her loins, until right at the very edge of oblivion she felt the hand at her back and her body came slowly down from the wave of pleasure. Supergirl’s head swam, and she felt the lips of her pussy trembling with unfulfilled need. Again and again the Sisters continued their work, driving Supergirl to the brink and then pulling her back.
“No more”, she tried to say, “no more.” But the gag held fast and she could only repeat the phrase over and over again in her mind. Supergirl knew torment.
Supergirl became aware of Ayon standing close to her, their faces almost touching. She could smell his spicy scent, and hear his slow breathing. She was ashamed to realise that she would not try to stop him if he raised his arms up to touch her, to hold her.
“You will no doubt know by now that the Sisters have spent many centuries studying the female body, and the many means of manipulating its complex pleasure systems. We did not know if it would have the effect on a Kryptonian body, but it seems equally effective, if not amazingly more so. They have also learned to read with stunning accuracy the limits of female pleasure. We are moving now to stage two.”
Supergirl felt the Sister untying the satin strip, and she narrowed her eyes as the dim light of the chamber intruded into her darkness. She became aware of Ayon standing in the centre of the room, next to the large bed. He was totally naked, and staring at her from across the room. Her eyes moved helplessly to his manhood, which stood almost totally erect. He was magnificent, she realised, and felt a longing in her loins.
“Send her in,” said Ayon to the girl at the door.
A beautiful young woman in early twenties walked nervously into the room. Supergirl recognised her as a gorgeous young heiress she had met at several city cocktail parties. The girl did not look up as she walked to Ayon. He touched her face gently, then leant in and kissed her deeply. She appeared to collapse into his arms, so he lifted her up and onto the bed. Before kneeling over her, he turned to the Sisters and said simply, “Proceed.”
Supergirl began to panic as she felt the hands on her back, starting their awful dance. The Sister in front looked her in the eyes, and Supergirl felt that she saw an understanding, perhaps even sympathy. The girl, taking her cue from her sister, placed her hands in front of Supergirl’s breasts, waiting. Sure enough, Supergirl felt the finger pressing into her back, the jolt of her system and the almost playful caresses of her breasts and nipples. Her buds protruded alarmingly through her costume, and the Sister began using her tongue to add to the maddening sensations.
Through the haze of pleasure, Supergirl realised that the leather bindings meant that she directly faced the bed in the middle of the room. Ayon had begun his work with the heiress, kissing up and down her body, stopping to linger on erogenous zones before rising up to devour the girl in a passionate kiss. The girl appeared lost in a world of her own, a world of complete and utter rapture. She gasped as Ayon took one of her nipples in his mouth, gently nipping it with his teeth as he caressed her breast with his hands.
Supergirl watched, fascinated, all the while enduring the ministrations of the Sisters, her rapid bursts of pleasure breaking her focus before it inevitably returned to Ayon’s performance on the bed. Slowly Ayon moved down the girl’s body, pausing as his mouth hovered in front of the girl’s pussy. Her legs were spread open on the bed, eager, her hips rolling gently in anticipation.
Ayon looked up at the Sisters and nodded. Supergirl realised with alarm that she had not noticed her tormentors’ hands moving to her lower body, and too late she tried to scream into the gag. As Ayon plunged his mouth and tongue into the girl’s pussy, the Sister pressed her thumb into Supergirl’s sensitive lower back. She jerked forward, wildly, her pussy alive and spasming with the need for release as the other Sister began gently stroking and caressing her nether lips. Supergirl opened her mouth and this time heard a scream, but realised that it was the heiress who was thrashing about on the bed, Ayon’s strong hands holding her by the thighs as an orgasm of immense proportions surged through her young body. Supergirl, crazed with lust, begged in her mind for an orgasm of her own, she was so close, so close, but she felt the cruel press of a finger in her back and she cried out as her body slowly came down from the precipice.
Her whole body trembled now, and she felt covered by a sheen of sweat. She had been so close. Her attention again returned to the bed, where the heiress lay sprawled, her chest heaving.
Ayon gently brought the girl up and positioned her on her knees, her pussy hovering above his enormous cock. Her back was to Supergirl, and Ayon stared at the Girl of Steel over her shoulder.
“Again?”, the heiress asked weakly.
“It’s a special day, little dove”, he replied, keeping his eyes fixed on Supergirl.
Slowly he lowered her body down onto his enormous member, and she gasped as he entered her. He lowered her excruciatingly slowly, inch by inch, and she whimpered as she felt him fill her entirely. He held her there for a few long moments, staring at Supergirl, until she felt the now familiar hands at her back, working her body. She braced herself for the jolt, but gasped instead as she felt hands wandering under her costume and brush her pussy lips. Ayon began slowly to rock in and out of the girl on the bed, who held herself tightly against his broad torso. He would penetrate slowly, deliberately, then alternate with sharp bursts of savage fucking which brought cries of pleasure from the prone heiress. All the while he kept his eyes locked with Supergirl’s, who could not look away.
All the while the hands under Supergirl’s skirt continued their slow torture. The girl brushed her fingers along the walls of Supergirl’s dripping wet pussy, deliberately slowly. As she went deeper inside, she crooked her finger and felt deep inside Supergirl’s pussy. Supergirl gasped as the girl found a small hidden nub and began to circle it firmly with her finger. The girl smiled a small smile of satisfaction as she focused her efforts on the spot, rubbing it with increasing urgency. At the same time, Supergirl felt a finer enter into her anus, toying with her, sending wracking spasms of pleasure through her body.
The Girl of Steel again began to collapse in the leather bonds, her body being stimulated to heights that she had never previously imagined possible. She realised that the Sisters were toying with her, driving her urgently forward then slowing, in unison. Supergirl began frantically gyrating herself against their fingers in search of blessed release.
On the bed, Ayon appeared to be applying the same torture. The girl’s head was lolling forward as he moved her up and down on his cock, tormenting her. She began to beg him for release, and Supergirl heard her call him “Master”, over and over again. Supergirl felt a sharp pang of hatred towards the girl. In her mind, awash with pleasure, she knew that she should be the one on the bed. She should be the one granted ecstasy by that magnificent cock! She heard the girl on the bed being granted her wish as she screamed blissfully, and Supergirl knew that her own time was at hand. Only one more stroke, she knew, one final merciful touch and her body would get the release that it had been so cruelly denied. She knew that she would do anything, anything at all, for these moments of pleasure. Suddenly, she felt the stab at her back and the fingers were abruptly withdrawn from her pussy and ass. Supergirl cried out in frustration, tears springing from her eyes before she could stop them. She slumped in her bonds, her spirit breaking, her body shaking with need.
After some time, she felt a strong hand raising her chin, and Ayon stood naked before her. The Sisters stood quietly at his side.
“Supergirl. You have been punished under our laws and according to our ways. Do you repent?”
Supergirl felt her old spirit rising within her. She was ashamed at her depravity, at how much she would have begged for just a few moments with this god. She stared defiantly at Ayon.
He looked down, as if hurt by her decision.
“Very well,” he said quietly, turning to the door. “Send in the next guest. Sisters, resume your work.”
Supergirl immediately regretted what she had done. She tried to call out to Ayon, to say that she was wrong, to beg him to stop this torture, but the gag was still firmly in her mouth. He took a step away, and she let out a whimper. As if sensing it, he immediately whirled about and advanced on Supergirl, grabbing her hair in his hand.
He brought his face close to hers. “Do you repent?” he repeated. “Do you repent?”
She was overcome by the force of him, and frightened of her body’s reaction. Her nipples stood fully erect, and her pussy was dripping freely. She wanted him to take her, to consume her with a kiss, to grant her the pleasure that was her right.
Ayon placed his free hand on her shoulder, and firmly ran it down her body. She jerked as he passed it over her nipple, stopping to pinch it between his finger and thumb, bringing her more erotic agony. He ran his hand down over her taut abdomen, and under her skirt. He wasted no time pulling her leotard to one side, before running his fingers over and around her labia.
“Do you repent?, he whispered softly.
Supergirl, her mind lost to the needs of her firm body, tears in her eyes, gave an almost imperceptible nod. Ayon tore free the gag from Supergirl’s mouth.
“That’s not good enough”, he said, and slowly he began to finger Supergirl’s sopping wet pussy.
“Do you repent?”
“Y.. y.. yes”, Supergirl gasped, fighting for breath.
“Say it.” The fingers, harder this time. Supergirl’s body starting to tremble.
“I.. I repent”, she said softly.
Ayon brought the tip of his penis into contact with Supergirl’s pussy.
“Say it again.”
“I REPENT! I REPENT! I REPENT!”, she said, repeating it over and over deliriously.
She felt the head of the penis run feverishly up and down her pussy, almost slipping in but never going in. She knew that she was close to losing her mind to the sensations wracking her body. She could not stand this torture.
“You have broken the pact, Supergirl. You have been punished. I see that you repent, and that you are broken.”
He looked down, and Supergirl suddenly realised that he was standing completely still. It was she who was running her pussy up and down his erect cock, straining against her bonds to have him enter her. She felt all resolve leave her mind in an instant.
She felt the Sisters untie the bonds around her legs, and Ayon lifted her under her knees until her pussy was resting against his cock. He leaned in, brushed her lips with his own and then, as she closed her eyes and hungrily tried to return his kiss, he pulled back and watched her, impassive.
“P.. please. Please.” She begged, softly.
“Please what”
“P..p... please. Please fuck me. Fuck me. ”
Ayon held her for a longer time, his cock teasing her trembling pussy, then leant forward and whispered into her ear.
“No.”
He dropped her legs, then made to leave the room.
“The punishment is complete”, he said, “You have paid your dues.” And with that he turned and left the room.
Supergirl sank to the floor, broke down and wept.
Some time later, the Sisters returned and removed Supergirl from her restraints. They cleaned her gently with a cloth, and put her uniform back to order. All the while Kara lay silent on the floor, an occasional tear falling from her eyes.
Later still, Ayon returned to the room. Supergirl could not bring herself to meet his eyes.
“Come” he commanded.
He led Supergirl to another chamber, the one with the rack. Supergirl noted a figure chained to the rack, his face beaten and bloodied. Behind the rack stood the two warriors dispatched by Ayon earlier. Ayon ordered the men to wheel the rack around, and Supergirl realised that she knew this man. It was the tramp, the one who had witnessed the crime. He was gagged, as Supergirl had been, and his panicked eyes seemed to beg Supergirl for help.
“I believe that you have met Aedric”, said Ayon, standing behind Supergirl. “I ashamed to admit that he is one of our own. I told you earlier that some of our kind want a return to the old ways. This one believes, more than all, that it is our way. We tried to get him to see reason, but he attempted to overthrow me. He was beaten, punished and exiled. It seems that he thought he could get you to do the job for him, and have fun all the while, by capturing those young women. We have extracted the information of their whereabouts, and the police are on their way there now. We are told that they are unharmed, by-and-large.”
“Ayon,” said Supergirl feebly, but he raised a hand to silence her.
“We are done.” He said, not looking at her. “We will deal with Aedric according to our ways. You must leave now.”
She began to protest, but several strong hands escorted her forcefully towards the door and out into the bright sunshine. She turned as she left, and caught sight of Ayon disrobing, his powerful form tense and coiled as he stepped back to administer judgement on Aedric.
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5 DAYS LATER
Supergirl descended slowly from the sky, landing in front of the warehouse.
The two guards turned to face her, a look of surprise on their still-bruised faces.
She looked down at the ground, unsure exactly how to proceed. One of the guards chuckled, then stepped aside and opened the door.
As she stepped into the stone passage, she heard him call out to his fellow doorman – “You owe me ten bucks!”
Her cheeks flushed with shame, but she carried on down the dim passage as if pulled by an invisible string. She paused at the wooden doors, which had been replaced, and gently pushed them open.
She stepped into the chamber.
Ayon stepped forward from the shadows, stripped naked. She gasped as she caught sight of his magnificent body. She recognised the faint scent of spices in her nostrils, and her body began to react of its own accord. Her nipples hardened, her crotch began to get wet.
She moved towards him.
“I have been expecting you Kara”, he said, putting his hand behind her head and pulling her in for a savage kiss.
He touched her nipple and her body uncoiled like a spring.
She knew ecstasy.