Episode 4 Supergirl’s Undercover Assignment

Episode 4 Supergirl’s Undercover Assignment

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Chapter 1 Assignment

Metropolis, Sometime in the Present

“You want me to what! You’ve got to be kidding.” Kara Zor-El stared across the table of the restaurant, her blue eyes wide in disbelief.

“Hmm,” I can see that making this proposal here may have been a mistake,” Bruce Wayne replied. “Perhaps we should retire to a private room.”

“Why not,” Kara practically shouted. “It’s your damned restaurant.”

Heads turned as Wayne rose from the table and escorted the statuesque blonde toward the back of the restaurant. He smiled at the patrons and nodded reassurance to a few. “Just a disagreement over a small business matter,” he explained.

“Not so little,” Kara muttered.

They entered the private room. Like the rest of the establishment it was well appointed and luxuriously finished. “Yes,” I think we’ll be more comfortable here,” he said. “

A bottle from my private collection, Wooster,” he said to the head waiter.

“Right away, Mr. Wayne,” the man said, leaving the room.

“Might as well save it,” Kara said. “You know it has no effect on me.”

“It might if you agree to my proposal,” Wayne countered.

“Let me get this straight. “Your wonderful research team at Wayne Scientific Endeavors has come up with a drug that can cancel my powers.”

“Only temporarily,” Wayne admitted. “It will probably only last a month and then you will have to take another dose.”

“Wonderful. You actually financed research into a product that can render Supergirl helpless. Well, thank you very much.”

“Actually that was not the intent of the research. What I ordered was that an attempt be made to negate the affects of kryptonite on your system. It would solve a lot of your problems.”

Kara seemed somewhat mollified by the answer. “That would be more useful than you can imagine. But why did you come up with something that does exactly the opposite?”

“It was an accidental discovery,” Wayne replied. “But I thought it might prove useful in some way.”

“What are you getting at?” Kara bridled, her eyes narrowing.

Wayne actually had the grace to look a bit embarrassed. “Well you know the rumours, about you regarding….”

“Yes?” Kara asked furiously. “I know the damned rumours. Do you mean to tell me that you thought I might was to use this wonderful discovery of yours in order to insure that I don’t crush the pee-pee of my lover when I have an orgasm?”

“It was just a thought,” Wayne said, flinching under the vehemence of Kara’s reaction.

“Just a thought. A thought from a man who thinks that the Kryptonian superheroine isn’t capable of controlling herself in a moment of passion.” Her anger bubbled out of her, like a pot boiling over on a stove. The remark had hit too close to home. She hadn’t had a date for months exactly because of the fear that in a moment of carnal bliss she might injure her unsuspecting lover.

Wayne put up his hands as if warding off a blow. “Sorry Kara. It was rude and stupid of me to have even considered such a thing.”

Kara took a deep breath. “No, it’s my fault. You are right. I do have fears about such things. It’s just that…”

“I know, I know. I’ve seen those pompous morons on TMZ. It is sickening the way they play up every sordid detail they can think of when it comes to superheroines. Goodness knows there have been more than enough filthy rumours connecting me to Batgirl and even to Superman.”

“But,” he continued,” let’s get back to the reason I asked for this meeting.”

“You want me to drink a serum that will negate my powers. Alright, I’m listening. And calmly this time. Give me your reasons.”

“It’s about Michael Cronfeld. You know of him?”

“The billionaire pornographer and drug dealer? Yeah, I’ve heard of him. He’s slipperier than a vat-full of eels, and ten times as mean.”

“Unfortunately he is even more than that. We have evidence that he is behind the largest Ponzi scheme in US history.”

“A Ponzi scheme? Surely modern investors aren’t stupid enough to go for that old con? And what about federal regulators? Wouldn’t they nip such a blatant scam in the bud?”

Wayne sighed. “I believe it was H.L. Mencken who said…”

“I know,” Kara interrupted. “‘No one ever lost any money betting on the lack of intelligence of the average American.’”

“Yes. That’s close enough. Anyway. Cronfeld’s illegitimate businesses and this gigantic stock market fraud are generating huge amounts of cash. So much cash that he is having trouble laundering it. That is where you come in. We need to get someone on the inside of his organization. Deep inside. There’s an opening at his luxury bar and restaurant. A pert blonde with superheroine good looks is just the sort of employee that could get into Cronfeld’s organization and find what we need.”

“Why me? Isn’t there anyone else around with big tits? Surely the FBI must have someone.”

“They FBI did have someone,” Wayne sighed. “Several someones in fact. They were all able to get a certain distance into the organization and then they disappeared.”

“Encouraging. And you want me to walk into the same hornet’s nest without my powers?”

“Unfortunately, it is the only way. Cronfeld is absolutely paranoid about security. Anyone who is hired for any of his businesses at any level is given a thorough screening. No one with super powers would have the faintest chance of getting in.”

“Sounds like something that would be right up Barbara’s alley. Why me and not her?”

“Good point,” Wayne conceded. “In fact Barbara was my first choice, simply due to the fact that she and I have worked together so often. However, she is involved with something so secret that she wouldn’t even tell me what it was.”

“I’m flattered,” Kara replied sardonically, “but I still don’t find the loss of my powers all that appealing.”

“Well there is one other thing that Wayne S.E discovered, during its kryptonite research, and that was a way of immediately restoring your powers in an emergency.”

“This is sounding more and more like a Jefferson Airplane fantasy. One pill makes you taller and the other makes you small.”

“I think Louis Carol came up with that first actually,” Wayne said. “But does this mean that you will do it?”

“Do I have a choice? I’m a superheroine. It’s what I do to keep from going nuts.”

At that moment they were interrupted by the return of Wooster and the wine. They waited while he poured and left before continuing. As the door closed Wayne took a small vial from his jacket. He handed it to Kara.

The superheroine looked at it, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “How much of this do I take?”

“The entire vial. It should take effect almost immediately.” Wayne reached across the table and placed his hand on hers. “If you want time to think about it I’ll understand. I can’t imagine what it must be like for you to have such incredible powers and then have to give them up.”

I can, thought Kara. She had lost her powers on more occasions than she cared to think about. And it had always been a devastating and demoralizing experience. The only parallel that occurred to her to explain it to a person who had no special abilities was that it was like having a limb amputated or one of the senses like sight taken away. It almost made her ill just to think about it.

“No,” said finally. “Delaying is not going to make it any better.” She raised the vial and held it up to the light. Inside an innocent blue-green liquid gleamed glowed. Lowering it she unscrewed the lid and held it to her lips. “This is going to be one hell of a thing,” she said. And then she took a deep breath and drank.

“At least you’ll be able to enjoy the wine,” Wayne said tonelessly.

The Adventures of Supergirl

Episode 4 Supergirl’s Undercover Assignment

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Chapter 2 The Organization

It was funny, but she had felt not the slightest affect of the contents of the vial after she had drunk it. She had expected something a bit more impressive; sort of a Dr. Jekyll turning into Mr. Hyde feeling, but there was absolutely nothing. Until she had taken her first sip of wine.

It was not the first time she had tasted alcohol without her superheroine powers. She had once spent months under the light of a red sun, a phenomenon that robbed her of any special abilities. That had been a situation where she had been forced to adapt, but she had forgotten exactly what it was like to be “normal”

After just a single glass, her head was swimming and she was giggling over the silliest of things. Her state was so obvious that gentleman Bruce Wayne decided that it was time to send her home in a cab. “That is something I had not considered. I suspect alcohol in close conjunction with the serum you have taken is not a good combination.”

Taking her arm he walked her to the door of the restaurant and waited while the doorman opened the door of a taxi. “Go home and rest. I’m sure you’ll be fine soon. He placed an encrypted flash drive in her purse. “By the time you’re home I suspect you’ll be sober enough to remember the key,” he said.

Giggling and swaying a little, Kara gave him a big kiss. “Silly, just because I’ve had a drink doesn’t mean I’ve lost my memory.” She was just about to prove it by rattling off the key, when he gently pushed her into the cab.

“Later,” he said. “In the meantime you go home. Call me when you’ve checked out the briefing. I’ll arrange the rest.”

By the time the cab reached her luxury apartment building and she had negotiated the way to her front door, Kara was sober, and not a little chagrined. But it was not just because of the almost embarrassing display she had put on in front of Bruce Wayne, it was something else a little more serious. She had felt an almost irresistible urge to wrap her arms around him and invite him to more that just submit to a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to have to remember that,” she murmured. “Looks like it would be a good idea if I joined a temperance society as long as I’m on this mission.”

Entering the apartment she brewed herself a cup of coffee and then sat down at her computer. Within a few minutes she was poring over the details of her mission. In spite of the loss of her powers, her mental abilities seemed unchanged and she soon had the details of her mission committed to memory, then she called Bruce Wayne.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“I was feeling more than better when I left. That’s quite a heady vintage, and something to keep in mind.”

“Yes. It may take you a few days to become accustomed to the fact that you are no longer a superheroine. However, you now have the briefing. When do you want to start?”

“Might as well get this over with. The sooner we can get Cronfeld behind bars the better.”

“Fine. I took the liberty of assuming you’d want to start ASAP. You’ve got an interview tomorrow 10 am at the Cronfeld Tower. You pass and you’re in.”

“I’ll do my best,” Kara said.

“That goes without saying. And from now on you’re on your own. Good luck, Kara.”

Kara fingered the small glass ampoule she had found with the flash drive. A single sip and her powers would be restored. It was tempting to break it open and forget the whole thing, but that was not what superheroines did.

The interview was routine. Bruce Wayne had prepared the way for her through one of his many affiliates, introducing her as Janet Jones. The person conducting the interview was a pleasant and attractive middle aged woman called Nadine, and it turned out that Kara more than met the qualifications for the job.

“You’ll do very well here,” Nadine said. “With that face and figure its damn good for the rest of the girls that we pool the tips. Just make sure you don’t screw up any of the drink orders. Mr. Cronfeld likes pretty women and you’re certainly the most attractive woman we’ve hired in the last couple of months.”

“Why thank you,” Kara smiled, pretending to be flattered. “When do I get to meet this mysterious Mr. Cronfeld?”

“Oh, lower ranking employees never get to meet Mr. Cronfeld. But in your case I’m sure he will meet you.” The knowing look Nadine gave Kara was the female equivalent of a leer and it gave her the first hint that the gleaming steel, glass, and chrome Cronfeld Tower was a bit more than just the typical corporate headquarters.

“Now there’s just one more test. We have to give you a complete physical. It’s quite routine and something we require of all employees to screen out drug abusers and anyone with health problems that might keep them from performing properly. I doubt that you will have any problem passing. Do you have any objections to being tested?”

“None,” Kara replied. “I’ve nothing to hide.”

It turned out that the physical was not as quite as routine as Nadine had stated. It was carried out on the tenth floor of the tower in what was obviously a high end medical suite. It required a blood test that she would not have passed if her invulnerability had not been suppressed. She also suspected that she was exposed to kryptonite. She was observant enough to notice the doctor open the lid of what she was certain was a lead lined container. Well, that’s something at least. I might no longer be the mighty Supergirl, but at least I don’t have to worry about the agonies of exposure to kryptonite.

There was also one other test she found a little unusual. Stripped down to her skin she was given a complete body scan. It seemed a little bit extreme for a job whose main requirement was that she be able to carry a tray without spilling any drinks.

“You pass,” the doctor said. “I’ll just see that the report goes to Mr. Cronfeld. But I don’t se any reason why you can’t start tomorrow.”

“That was quite the series of tests,” Kara said. “Any reason for the body scan?”

The doctor shook her head. “Mr. Cronfeld likes to be thorough. You have no idea how many seemingly ideal candidates are hiding things that they shouldn’t be.”

Looks like it is a good idea Bruce didn’t want to implant a microchip. It would have been a dead giveaway. This Cronfeld is completely paranoid.

It was, however, the last test. Kara was allowed to dress and leave the room. Outside Nadine was waiting. “I see you passed your physical. You start work tomorrow, the evening shift. Be sure to wear something interesting but not cheap. Mr. Cronfeld runs a very high class establishment and we don’t want you showing up looking like a whore.”

Well, thanks for that, Kara thought. Looks like I’m going to have to go shopping.

She spent the next few hours blissfully touring a number of the high end clothing shops that surrounded Cronfeld Tower. By the time she was finished she had a couple of very attractive new outfits with jewellery to match. Fortunately, superheroines never lacked for money but she did have to be careful not to buy the most expensive items available. She was after all, supposed to be a working girl; not someone who could slap down thousands of dollars for a dress without thinking about it.

In the end she purchased a form-hugging green dress that amply displayed her exquisite athletic body. Rather than selecting something extremely low cut she had chosen a design that was cut out just below her breasts, displaying the lower curve of her shapely bosom. It was revealing while at the same time tasteful and titillating. The other dress was a blue that matched her eyes. It was cut to the navel, but featured criss-cross stitching that would have male eyes busily trying to see through all of the spaces. For her first night on the job she chose the green.

As it turned out it really didn’t matter. The real action at the high end Club Cronfeld that was located on the third basement floor of the huge complex didn’t start until after midnight. There was nothing she could do about that. Her job was to serve drinks and provide eye candy. Fortunately, that was all she was required to provide. To her surprise Club Cronfeld had a strict no sex policy when it came to patrons - at least as far as working hours were concerned, and she was not about to take up with any of the patrons after hours, no matter how heavily they tipped.

However, the situation did not remain that way long. Nadine, who it turned out was a bit more to the Cronfeld organization that just a personnel manager, approached her at the end of her forth shift. “Tomorrow you start at ten. In just four days you’ve managed to attract enough attention to warrant putting you on the late shift. However, you need a new outfit. Something a bit sexier. You’ve got a fantastic body; display it a bit more openly. Get something in red and something in black. And this time let a little bit more tit show.” She handed Kara several large bills. “I don’t expect any change; just make sure you spend all of it. And I want receipts.”

It was another pleasant day of shopping and by the time she was finished Kara had selected two appropriately slutty outfits. “So she wants to see my tits, eh,” she mused holding up the revealing red outfit. “This ought to give her something to salivate over.”

She slipped on the dress adjusting it until she was satisfied. By her standards it was beyond indecent. It was slit down to below her navel, rising in a widening V until it reached her breasts. There it flared out enough to provide them minimum coverage, but just barely. Her nipples could be clearly seen nestling beneath the sheer silk and her sweet hemispheres swelled to either side of the thin covering. She noted, not without pride that in spite of the loss of her powers, her breasts were firm, the nipples tilted upward. Even without a bra they needed little support. Must be a Kryptonian trait she thought.

The dress was just as revealing below the waist, ending a foot above the knees and being slit high up the sides, exposing a generous portion of thigh. Shit. I look like a waterfront whore, I hope everyone is pleased.

Satisfied with her new wardrobe, Kara undressed and headed for the bed. She was in for a late night and she could no longer rely on her superheroine resilience to see her through.

She napped until early evening, ate, dressed, and took a cab to Cronfeld Tower. Passing through security she entered Club Cronfeld half an hour early and changed into her new outfit; compete with jeweled choker and bracelets to match.

As she entered the club for a few seconds everything seemed to stop. There was a murmur of appreciation from several of the tables as she moved to her station, and not a few looks from some of her coworkers who were less than pleased at her stunning appearance. She carried herself like an empress, although she was far from feeling like one. I hope everyone is happy now. This is what you asked for.

Whatever anyone wanted, the night passed uneventfully although Nadine showed up just before her shift ended. “That’s an improvement,” she said. Cronfeld will be pleased.

Good for him, thought Kara. I just hope that this getup serves it purpose.

The next night was much the same. This time she wore the black outfit, which although a little more subdued exposed an equal amount of flesh. However, it was much the same as the first. She received interested stares and even a few comments, but nothing else. She was going to have to be patient if she was to learn anything.

The rest of the week passed in the same way. Kara kept her eyes and ears open, but other than the occasional vague comment from some of the clientele she learned nothing of importance. Having her super hearing would have helped, but now she was reduced to good old-fashioned eavesdropping, hoping no one would notice the stunningly beautiful scantily clad golden-blonde who dutifully served drinks.

By the end of the second week she was beginning to wonder if she had been sent on a wild goose chase. Almost three weeks on the job and not the faintest hint of any sort of impropriety. Still, she knew that Bruce Wayne never acted without reason. If he thought the assignment was worth while she would continue to do it until he told her to stop.

The break, when it came, caught her completely off guard. She was almost halfway through her shift and was considering taking her two am break when the bartender waved her over. “Bit of a break for you, Janet. Cronfeld wants you.”

“W…Wants me?” Kara stammered. “What do you mean?”

“Relax, blondie. It’s considered an honour to see the boss man. You’ve been called into the inner sanctuary.” He nodded toward a door on the far side of the luxury lounge that Kara had made note of during her first ever shift. Two well-dressed but hefty men stood on either side of it. They were a permanent evening fixture.

The bartender placed several drinks on a silver tray. “This is his order. Just head through the door, the two bruisers won’t stop you.”

Kara did as she was told, but her heart was thumping loudly. After sixteen days on the job she was finally going to get a look at her employer.

Deep beneath Wayne Manor, a dark-cowled reread the encrypted email he had just opened. It concerned someone very dear to him and greatly jeopardized her life. I should have guessed. Her reaction to the wine was far beyond what it should have been. I’ve got to warn her. Let’s just hope she’s at home. He tapped out a message on the keyboard and waited for the reply.

Kara headed toward the mysterious door. One of the men guarding it swung it open as she approached. He took a good look at her cleavage as she passed and probably got an eyeful as she was wearing the red dress.

She stepped into the room and stopped to orient herself. Apparently Cronfeld liked mirrors because they covered most of the walls and ceiling creating multiple confusing images. As her brain made sense of it all she saw a small group of men sitting on dark leather chairs around a black marble table. Spotting Cronfeld as one of them she headed toward them with the tray.

He was exactly as he had appeared in the picture Wayne had provided her; tall, with graying dark hair and broad shoulders. He was dressed in an expensive suit, but he had taken off his jacket and removed his tie which now lay on the table in front of him. He looked up as Kara set down the tray and to her surprise motioned to one of the chairs.

“Sit down, Janet,” Cronfeld said. His voice was deep and well-modulated. “I’ve been wanting to meet you since Nadine told me about you. I see that she did not exaggerate when she described you; if anything I think she understated your beauty.”

Not knowing exactly what to say, muttered her thanks and sat where he had indicated. Sitting gracefully in her short skirt was a bit of a challenge, but she managed without showing too much more thigh than was already revealed.

Cronfeld seemed not to notice, although she certainly attracted the attention of the other men around the table. Cronfeld pushed a wineglass toward her. “Red or white?” he asked. “They are of equally fine quality. I prefer the red.”

“Uh… white,” Kara answered, mindful of the way her last drink had affected her. Perhaps it was because I had just taken the drug. Nevertheless she resolved just to have a sip.

Cronfeld watched her as she touched her lips to the glass. “Perhaps you do not prefer wine. I can order you something else. And don’t worry about drinking on your shift; as of now you are officially off duty so far as your regular shift is concerned.”

“No thank you, Mr. Cronfeld. “This is fine. She took another sip to prove her point. She was a bit more confident, having felt no affects of wine so far.”

“Good, I would hate to have a teetotaler working in my lounge. And you are wise not to drink too much on an empty stomach. I expect you haven’t eaten tonight.”

“No, Mr. Cronfeld.”

“It’s Michael. I call you Janet and you call me Michael.” He motioned to one of the men standing nearby. “Serve up some of that caviar and those little crabcake things. I don’t want Janet passing out on us for lack of food.”

An array of canapés was suddenly in front of her. Not wishing to disappoint she took one and ate it and then tried the caviar. Come on, Kara. Don’t blow this by acting like a school girl on your first date. You’ve finally gotten to meet this asshole. Make the most of it.”

“You seem rather taken aback. Are you always this shy, Janet?” Cronfeld was studying her, his dark eyes fixed on her face.

“I’m sorry, Mr…. Michael. I just wasn’t expecting to be asked in for a few drinks with the boss.” She gave him what she hoped was her most dazzling smile and leaned forward just a little, as she reached for one of the crabcakes.

“That’s better. I like to get to know all of my employees. Nadine tells me she thinks you could be a good deal more than just a ten dollar an hour bargirl. She thinks you have real potential.”

Kara took another sip, studying Cronfeld from behind the glass. What was he up to? Potential for what? Was that just Cronfeld’s way on inviting her for a tumble. She’d just have to wait and see.

“You see,” Cronfeld continued, “this lounge and restaurant are just the tip of a very large iceberg. The lowest paying tip. You could make a great deal more money if you decided to come further into the organization.”

Ah, now I’m getting somewhere. “Organization?” she asked, spreading a little caviar onto a thin cracker.

“It is easier to show you rather than describe it. The purpose of Club Cronfeld is to provide entertainment on multiple levels. Food and drink are one level. Singers and dancers are another. And then there are certain more exotic forms of entertainment.”

Cronfeld had her full attention. The food and the drink had relaxed her, as well as the casual acceptance of her by Cronfeld and his friends. They all seemed genuinely interested in what he was saying, and not just because she was providing them with lots of eye candy. Keep talking. This is what I am here to learn about.

“Before I go any further there is one thing I must have from you and that is a commitment to my organization. I am offering you a starting wage ten times what you are making now in addition to a clothing allowance and luxury accommodation in Cronfeld Tower. In return for offering you this opportunity I must have your loyalty, and I must have it now.”

“You’re asking a lot,” Kara answered. “I like the money and the perks you offer, but I don’t even know what the job is.”

“As I said,” Cronfeld returned. “It is easier to show you than talk about it. But I show you nothing without a commitment. Refuse and you go back to your job of toting drinks. Accept and a new world of wealth and luxury is opened to you.”

He sure knows how to lay it on, Kara thought. Most young women would jump at such an offer even if it is sight unseen. The standards of other young women, however, did not apply to her, however, she saw little choice but to accept. She had finally made a breakthrough and was about to be invited deeper into Cronfeld’s secretive and almost certainly illegal organization.

“I have to accept,” she smiled, taking another sip if wine. “I’d be foolish to pass up such an offer. Consider me in.”

“Excellent. Let’s drink to that with something a little stronger than wine. “Al, bring us a bottle of Absolut.”

One of the heavyset thugs went over to a cupboard and took out a bottle of vodka along with six ice-rimmed shot glasses; one for Kara, Cronfeld, and each of his guests.

“Skal!” Cronfeld said raising his glass. With little choice Kara raised the chilled liquid to her lips. Vodka neat was not her idea of a drink, but she had to follow Cronfeld’s lead.

She took it in one swallow as did the others and felt an alcoholic surge that began in her esophagus, spread to her belly and then went straight to her head. For a moment the room swirled around her and she had to exert all of her self-control not to sway in her seat. But it was the affect on two other parts of her anatomy that had her most concerned. Her nipples had become fully erect and were suddenly so sensitive that they hurt. She could also sense that her breasts were swelling, her chest becoming flushed with blood. However, what was happening to her above the waist was nothing compared to what was happening to her below. The lips of her vulva engorged and the tiny bud at the apex of her labia was so swollen she could hardly move for fear of moaning in desire.

Cronfeld got to his feet and held out his hand to her. “You’ve made a life altering choice, Janet. I think you will be impressed by what you see.”

God! What’s happening to me? She could barely breathe, but somehow managed to force herself to her feet. Hiding her unsteadiness, she accepted Cronfeld’s hand and allowed him to lead her across the room. It was only by sheer force of will that she did not betray herself and was glad of the muted lighting in the room that helped to hide her condition.

Fortunately, Cronfeld seemed not to notice her state of mind. Taking her arm he escorted her to one of the full length mirrors along the walls. Placing his hand on the glass he waited a few seconds and then the mirror slowly slid to one side. Cronfeld stepped through, taking Kara with him.

Still fighting her sexual arousal, the blonde heroine’s eyes widened as she entered the room. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but it was certain not the huge bank of widescreen computer monitors attended by dozens of lab-coated technicians.

A small man wearing large-lensed spectacles scurried up to Cronfeld as he entered. “Welcome Mr. Cronfeld. Here to see the latest acquisitions?”

“Yes, Royce, and also to introduce our newest associate. May I introduce Janet Jones.”

Royce surveyed Kara through thick lenses. “A superb addition. Welcome, Miss Jones. I can see you going far in our organization.”

“Thank you,” Kara murmured. Her eyes were transfixed on the screens, most of which were showing men and women engaged in various sexual acts, a spectacle that did nothing to diminish the stare of her arousal.

“This is one of the organization’s most lucrative operations,” Cronfeld said proudly. “The Ambrosia Club, where clients get to fulfill their wildest sexual fantasies.”

“It is primarily a real-life role playing scenario,” Royce explained excitedly. “Men and women get to act out their innermost fantasies in realistic scenarios.”

“For a price,” Cronfeld chuckled. “A very profitable price.”

Sweat beaded Kara’s forehead. She could not tear her eyes away from the multiple screens. Couples and more than couples were engaged in myriad sexual acts, many dressed in exotic costumes and staged in imaginative settings. She recognized harem scenes, and several featuring costumed heroes and heroines, along with others based on mythology, and even what appeared to be a good old fashioned gang bang. And then one in particular caught her eyes. The skin-tight blue, red, and gold outfit was unmistakable, and she gasped in shock.

“See something you like?” Cronfeld asked.

“That… that… costume…,” Kara stammered.

“Oh yes,” chimed in Royce. “Superheroes are very popular with both our male and female clients. Especially that one. I think only Wonder Woman and Batgirl are more popular.”

Wonder Woman and Batgirl. Don’t they have any taste? Those bimbos can’t hold a candle to me.

Something in her expression must have given away her sudden pique, because Cronfeld gave her a strange look. “Something wrong, Janet?”

“Ah, no.” She suddenly had a very bad feeling as to where Cronfeld’s tour was going. “I was just wondering where I fit in with all this.”

She knew the answer before he replied. But it still came as a real shock. “You really can’t be that naïve, Janet. What did you think I was talking about before I brought you in here?”

Kara could not deny that she had known all along what Cronfeld wanted of her. Given his reputation and the establishment where she had been working, there could have been little doubt what he wanted. His offer of luxury and wealth could not have been more obvious.

Her mind clouded by her state of arousal, Kara was still alert enough to realize that her undercover mission required that she continue to play the game. She was no longer a superheroine and her life depended on her keeping up appearances. Forcing a smile she placed her hand on Cronfeld’s arm. “Sorry, it’s the alcohol. I’m a little dizzy. Of course I know what you want and I’m looking forward to being part of the organization.”

Cronfeld returned her smile. “Excellent. And I’m looking forward to seeing you at work. You start tomorrow.”

“That’s fine with me,” Kara bluffed. “But I need a day or so to change apartments.”

“Is there anything you really have to have?” Cronfeld asked.

Kara saw the trap. The last thing she wanted was Cronfeld’s henchmen stomping through her apartment. It wouldn’t take them more than a few seconds to realize that anyone who lived in a five thousand dollar a month high rise was not a simple working girl. “Nothing that really matters,” she answered.

“Good, that’s settled then. I’ll have Higgins and Clark show you to you new quarters.”

Kara nodded. “I just need to get my purse.”

“Fine,” Cronfeld grinned. “I’m looking forward to seeing you at work.”

Kara picked up her purse from her locker. For a brief instant she was tempted to take out the tiny vial that would restore her powers, but she had not quite finished her mission. True, she had infiltrated Cronfeld’s organization and discovered a luxury whorehouse the like of which she could never have imagined, but she still knew nothing of the Ponzi scheme or any of his other nefarious activities. She would play the game as long as she could before revealing who she actually was.

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Episode 4 Supergirl’s Undercover Assignment

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Chapter 3 Playing Eve

Kara had to admit that life as one of Cronfeld’s high-priced whores was certainly comfortable enough. The apartment she was shown into exceeded her own in size and luxury, enjoying almost every modern convenience available. Except one. It took her only a few seconds to realize that there was no way of communicating with the outside. Waiting until her hulking escorts had left she had tried her cell with the same result. The room was completely shielded and the balcony, which gave her a splendid view of the heart of Metropolis was completely glassed in. If she wanted to contact someone she was going to have to restore her super powers.

She took out the glass vial and held it in the palm of her hand. It was so tempting. In just a few seconds she would be Kara Zor-El again. And she’d mop the floor with Cronfeld and his goons.

But what would that achieve? True, she would mightily inconvenience him, but it would not end his criminal career. Running a high class brothel was a crime, but she had no doubt that it would damned difficult to trace ownership of the place to Cronfeld even if it was in his building. At the very best his lawyers would tie up the case in the courts for years. No, what she needed was absolute proof of all of his schemes and for that she needed to get at his records.

Just how she was going to manage that she wasn’t sure. It would require somehow gaining his trust. The problem was that the only way that she was likely to be able to do that was to go to bed with him and also perform for him in his sexual paradise. And that was another problem. She was supposed to report to the brothel for duty tomorrow evening. How was she going to get out of that?

Actually, she wasn’t sure she really wanted to. Performing as a whore somehow didn’t seem all that bad an idea. She caressed her breasts as she thought about it, her fingers pinching the sensitive nipples. God, I’m horny. I haven’t felt like this since – well since she had been abducted by aliens and pumped full of a sexual stimulant. She had been damned lucky to escape from that predicament. If it hadn’t been for a convenient black hole she would still be there.

She hadn’t had sex since that time and she was incredibly aroused. Without thinking she stripped off her clothing, dropping it on the floor, as she almost ran to the luxury bathroom. A few minutes later she was sitting in perfumed water up to her chin, the hydrojets humming gently while her fingers found the ultra-sensitive region between her legs.

Later, exhausted, but satisfied, she made her way to the gigantic circular bed. As the light in the room dimmed to her voice command she drifted toward sleep, keeping one very important thought in her mind: Stay away from the booze. I can’t afford any mistakes like that. And then she was asleep.

When she awoke the next morning she had not had any overnight revelations. She was desperate to think of something, but she couldn’t think of any way out of her date with Cronfeld’s pleasure palace except faking illness, and that was what she finally decided to do.

She did make one attempt to contact Bruce Wayne, but found there were a couple of uniformed security police lurking behind a set of locked glass doors at the junction of the hallway that led from her suite. She tried going the other way and found herself in a marvelous indoor garden, complete with twenty foot waterfall. But there was no way out that way either. She did encounter a few coworkers in the form of several exceptionally attractive young women who were relaxing by the pool the waterfall rumbled into or lounging on one of the benches scattered about the place. She even struck up a conversation with a few of them, and earned a few critical stares.

“Oh you’re going to get top billing,” one of them, a dark-haired girl with the improbable name of Exotica, exclaimed. With hair and skin like that. Not to mention those tits and legs. Provided they’re real. Of course.”

Kara didn’t inquire as to whether Exotica meant her breasts or her legs by her last remark. Instead, with careful questioning, she tried to find out all she knew about Cronfeld and her new home. About Cronfeld she learned nothing, other than the fact that he was a regular participant in his own fantasy world.

“Oh yeah, Cronfeld’s a regular,” Exotica explained. “He’s a bit rough, but he always pays a bonus.”

Kara also learned that only a few girls were allowed to come and go as they pleased. It wasn’t exactly a prison. They could have boyfriends and visitors in any time, but communication devices of any sort were forbidden. And any mail was always checked. “I’m almost there,” Exotica said, with pride. “Been working for six months and I’ve almost earned level five status. That gives you the right to come and go as you please. You’re new so you start at level 1. But if you’re a good girl you should make it in about the same time too.”

Kara didn’t have six months. Or even one. She might just have to break the vial and make do with what she had. Bruce would be a bit disappointed, but at least they’d have something on Cronfeld.

I’ll see how the playing sick thing goes, she thought. If I stall him I might just get lucky and learn something more after all.

It didn’t turn out quite that way. Nadine made a call early in the afternoon, and by that time things had changed drastically for Kara. She had thought her carnal impulses were stimulated by the intake of alcohol, but ever since awakening she had been aware of a steady rise in her libido. By the time Nadine showed up beads of sweat were trickling between her breasts and she had turned up the air conditioning full blast.

Nadine shivered in the chill air. “It’s like a refrigerator in here. Are you feeling well?”

It was the opening Kara was looking for. “I think I’ve got a bit of a fever. But I’m OK for work.”

“A fever,” Nadine said, backing away. “I don’t think so. Infecting a client would be very bad for business. You better stay here and get some rest and see if you can get rid of it. I’ll tell Cronfeld and have the doctor sent in.”

Nadine closed the door behind her leaving Kara to head for the shower. She was tempted to take another bath, but with the doctor probably on the way she decided against it. It might not look good for the doctor to arrive and find her in the throes of self-induced passion.

She turned the water on full, allowing a chilling stream to play over her body. It left her shivering like a leaf in a hurricane, but seemed to do the trick. Wrapping herself in a large, soft towel she made her way to the bedroom and sat on the bed. She was just in time to hear a knock at the door and the same physician who had run her through her tests entered the room.

“Well, I must say you look like hell,” the doctor said, noting her tangled, wet hair. “Let’s see if we can find out what’s wrong with you.”

Half an hour later, the doctor gave her verdict. “Well, you’re a bit of a mystery. I can’t find anything wrong with you, but you are running a slightly higher body temperature than normal. It could be just generated by excitement over your new job, I’ve seen that before. But I think we’ll let you sit a couple of days just in case. I’ll check you tomorrow.”

Kara didn’t know whether to be pleased or disappointed. Logic told her that she’d gotten what she wanted. Her heightened state of sexual arousal left her feeling a little frustrated. Get a grip, Kara. Don’t tell me you really want to be fucked by a bunch of horny strangers. All the same, being a part of the Ambrosia Club did not seem nearly as threatening.

True to her word the doctor checked back the next day, and came up with the same diagnosis. “There’s nothing wrong with you that I can find. As a matter of fact I’ve never encountered anyone in such prime physical condition. When I have time you’re going to have to tell me your fitness regime. In the meantime you are cleared for duty.”

The doctor gave Kara a hard look. “I suspect your fever might have been a reaction to the fact that you’re part of a high priced brothel and have never had a man. It’s something that would certainly make me nervous.”

Kara found herself blushing. She should have known that her pseudo-virginal state could not be hidden from a doctor. It was a bit of a curse that her Kryptonian heritage meant complete regeneration of any injury including the renewal of her hymen. In actuality she was about as virginal as a mink in heat, but no one could tell it from her anatomy. Rather than deny it, however, she decided to play along. “I’ve been a good girl too long. It’s about time I had a little fun, and working for the Ambrosia Club is as good a way as any.”

The doctor smiled. “You sound like a non-swimmer who decides to learn how to swim by entering the Olympic trials. You’re probably going to be a little sore after the first day. Just make sure you use lots of lubricant and you should be fine.”

As the doctor left, Kara felt the butterflies attack her stomach. She had managed a two day delay and had learned nothing of importance, not even a way out of Cronfeld’s luxurious stable for whores. Now she faced either fully committing herself to Club Ambrosia or breaking the vial that would restore her powers. She took out the small glass ampoule and studied it. I’ll wait until the last moment. There’s always a chance something might turn up. She placed the ampoule back in her purse.

Kara spent most of the day touring the area that had been set aside for the girls working in the Ambrosia Club, but she found out nothing she did not already know. The complex had, as Exotica had said, almost everything needed to keep its occupants amused and happy, including a small café, a rec centre for keeping fit, and even a bar. What it did not have was a way out that Kara could access without using her powers. She went to bed frustrated, convinced that her only option was to break the ampoule and restore her powers.

She awoke the next morning soaked in sweat and tangled in the bed sheets after a night in which she had had one erotic dream after the other. She had slept so poorly that it was after eleven before she dragged herself out of bed.

“God. I can’t go on like this much longer,” she gasped.” She was almost beside herself with need. “Much more of this and I’ll be horny enough to fuck a goat.”

She struggled on through the rest of the day, trying to find something that would take her mind off her almost overwhelming desire, but even a succession of cold showers failed to dampen her sexual craving. “It can’t just the alcohol,” she moaned.

Reluctantly she took the vial out of her purse and held it up. “I’ve got to use this. I have no choice.”

She broke the vial and drank the tiny amount of liquid. Bruce Wayne would be disappointed, and no doubt Cronfeld would be even more disappointed, but the time had come to end her agony before she went completely mad.

To her surprise she felt not the least bit different, just as she had felt no different when she had taken the drug that took away her powers. There were, however, several simple ways to find out if she was Supergirl again. She concentrated, focusing her eyes on the wall of the room and beyond.

But nothing happened. The walls remained walls, solid and impervious to her vision. Her stomach did a flip. She snatched up a gold plated lamp and squeezed it hard. The base should have crumpled under her iron grip. But she couldn’t even dent it.

She picked up the empty glass vial and stared at it. Why didn’t you work? In frustration she threw it across the room. Bruce, you said it would work. Why don’t I have my powers?

She took a couple of deep breaths. Calm yourself. I’ve lost my powers before and found ways to survive. But she was sweating like a fat man in a sauna with the realization that without her powers there was no escape from the Ambrosia Club.

At that moment there was a quick tap on the door and then before she could answer it opened and Nadine stepped in. “Good evening, Janet. I’m here to give you a briefing and then act as your escort.”

Tongue tied, Kara just looked at Nadine as she walked toward her. “I spoke with Dr. Walker today and she told me a little more about you. I think I have found the perfect venue for your first time. It will take advantage of your special condition.”

“What do you mean?” Kara asked, keeping her voice steady. She felt completely trapped. Having walked into Cronfeld’s lair voluntarily she now found she could not walk out.

“Essentially much of what is offered by the Ambrosia Club amounts to sexual role-play. I am sure that you are familiar with that concept?

Kara nodded her understanding. She had not personally engaged in any sort of sexual fantasies, but she knew what it was about.

“The Ambrosia Club has set up a number of realistic settings where clients can explore their sexual fantasies. It is the job of those who work there to se that these fantasies are fulfilled. The better job you do; the more realistic you make it; the happier the client will be. Are you clear on that?”

Kara nodded again and Nadine went on. “The scenario I have in mind for you is called Adam and Eve,” Nadine continued. “The client will be playing the role of Adam and that is what you will call him. Remember it is very important to keep in character. You, of course, will play Eve. It is entirely ad-lib and the participants react to one another in character. Just remember it is the client who generally sets the pace of the encounter. You are a bright girl and I’m sure you will catch on quickly.”

“You should also know that in the Adam and Eve simulation the client has been promised a virgin or at least a girl who is very good at pretending to be a virgin. Dr. Walker tells me that you fit that billing perfectly.”

Kara swallowed nervously, and Nadine patted her hand. “Don’t worry. Most of the new girls are nervous the first time no matter how many times they’ve been fucked. Just remember that you’re drop-dead gorgeous and that counts for a great deal.”

Thanks, I think. Kara thought. But there was something more than role playing on her mind. As Nadine had described the proposed sexual scenario the powerful sexual urges she had been fighting once again surged to the fore. They were battering her down her defences, weakening her resolve to the point where she would do almost anything to be rid of them.

“Are you listening, Janet?” Nadine asked.

“Yes,” Kara gasped, as sweat trickled down her back. “Just a little nervous, that’s all.”

“Understandable,” Nadine answered. “Shall we go?” She opened the door and waited for Kara to join her.

“But I’m not dressed,” Kara protested. She was wearing only a pair of tan slacks, slippers, and a white blouse.

“That won’t be a problem. For this scenario you won’t need any clothing. Now it’s time to go or you’ll be late. And one thing we don’t want to do is keep a client waiting.”

Kara followed Nadine out the door and down the hallway. The woman slowed, allowing her to catch up and then continued to speak. “As I said, you will call the client Adam. You don’t need to know his real name. He’s big; a little overweight, but likes his sex gentle, so don’t be afraid of him. Just play the Eve role and you’ll be fine. That fact that you really are a virgin is pure bonus.”

They took an elevator to the Ambrosia Club. It opened into a large dressing room, or in Kara’s case an undressing room. Under Nadine’s watchful eye, and no doubt one of the hundreds of cameras stationed around Cronfeld’s empire Kara stripped off her clothing.

As Kara placed the last of her garments in her locker Nadine eyed her speculatively. “Hmm, you’re even more beautiful than I thought. Gorgeous set of tits; hard, flat belly; legs any man would love to have wrapped around him; nicely trimmed little pussy. I wouldn’t mind having a few hours with you myself. You sure you’re a virgin?”

Kara could not help blushing in spite of the sensual urges building within her. She never got used to the fact that most men, and a few women, admired her more for her incredible body than the heroics she performed.

Misinterpreting Kara’s embarrassment, Nadine gently stroked her shoulder. “Don’t worry, honey. You’re going to do fine. It will get easier each time.” She picked up a green leafy object and handed it to her.

“What’s this?” Kara asked.

“A fig leaf. You want to be an authentic Eve don’t you? You tie it around your waist like this.” She reached out a looped the leaf into place, using a length of wisteria. The small bunch of leaves hung down barely covering Kara’s lower groin.

“Thanks, that’s much better,” Kara replied drily. Common sense told her that the whole thing seemed damned silly, but she was now too far into the situation to back out, and her sexual craving was now so strong she could barely keep her body from trembling.

“There’s just one more thing,” Nadine said. How do you feel about snakes?”

“Snakes?”

A few minute later Kara stepped through a small door into Eden. The heavy Burmese python draped over her shoulders shifted its coils almost throwing her off-balance. “Just keep hold of its tail,” Nadine had advised. “That way it can’t tighten its coils. It should be pretty docile; it was fed this morning and that usually makes it sleepy.”

Easy for you to say, Kara had thought. You don’t have to carry one hundred and fifty pounds of snake.

The door closed behind her automatically while she stared in wonder about her. She was no longer in the concrete, steel, glass, and polished wood of the dressing room, but in a realistic woodland setting. Directly in front of her was a screen of palm trees swaying slightly in an artificial breeze. Behind them was a large pool of water with a small stream tickling musically down a stony creekbed. The lyrical sounds of budgerigars were all around them as the small brightly coloured birds flitted from tree to tree.

Flowering vines draped many of the trees and small tame deer looked up from their grazing as she entered. Above her white clouds floated serenely below an azure sky. The whole thing was so cleverly done that Kara would have sworn she was outside instead of three stories below ground. For a brief second she almost forgot the sexual fires burning within her. “Welcome to Paradise,” she whispered. But where was Adam?

Across the other side of the creek a screen of flowering vines parted and a tall, slightly obese man stepped through. Blond and slightly balding, Kara judged him to be in his mid-thirties. Like her he was wearing a leafy covering that barely concealed his impressive phallus.

If he’s that big when he’s limp, thought Kara, what will he be like when he’s aroused? She stood uncertainly, wondering if that was what she should do as her desire grew.

“Adam” looked uncertainly around him; then spotting the pool grinned and stepped forward wading in it up to his knees. Still smiling he pulled off his leafy garland and tossed it to one side.

“Eve,” he called, “I know you’re here somewhere. Come on out.”

Kara staggered forward, almost falling under the wait of the huge snake. “Who are you?” she asked, remembering her roleplay.

Adam stopped and stared at her. “My,” he exclaimed. “You really are spectacular. The club… I mean the Lord has really outdone himself this time. I’m Adam and you are the Lord’s promised.”

Kara stepped forward, letting the python slide off her shoulders. The sensation of the snake sliding against her skin was almost erotic and it gave her the nerve to take the roleplay one step further. “I am Eve, but I’ve been cursed to carry this heavy snake until relieved of it by God’s chosen.”

“And who would that be?” Adam asked, his smile widening.

“I was told he would be tall, with…,” Kara moved a step closer, “hazel eyes.”

“I’ll deal with the snake,” Adam grinned. He pushed across the pool, large orange and white carp scattering before him. Gaining the edge he climbed out, and lumbered toward her. Kara could see that he was already partially erect. Her body warmed, her nipples hardening, and her loins contracting in expectation.

Adam towered over her. He must weight almost 300 pounds, Kara thought. And he’s got a cock to match.

Adam picked up the python, lifting it without much effort. He was a bit flabby, but Kara could tell that he was still in pretty good shape. His size and nearness exited her. He’s a big man, she thought. I’ve always liked big men. Before she knew it her fingers were reaching for his manhood.

“Hey, go slow there, little girl. Aren’t you supposed to be a virgin?”

“Forgive me, Adam. Even though I’ve never been with a man the sight of your staff excites me. It is so large and hard.”

She moved her hand up the thickening shaft. “I don’t know what to do with this, but perhaps you could show me.”

With her other hand Kara stroked the slumbering snake. It stirred slightly beneath her hand, while in her other hand Adam’s cock throbbed.

“Oh I’ll show you what to do with it all right,” Adam said. His large hands found her breasts. “Oh, these are nice. Like ripe fruit.” His thumbs found her nipples eliciting a gasp of pleasure as he massaged and titillated the soft flesh. He pulled her to him, one hand in the small of her back, his face lowering toward hers as he took her lips in a slobbering kiss.

It certainly wasn’t the best mouth-to-mouth Kara had ever had, but she returned it allowing Adam’s tongue to invade her mouth, while his fingers fumbled at her breasts. He bent her toward the ground, forcing her to her knees and placing his hands on either side of her head he pulled it toward his groin. “This is what you do with it, Eve. Put it between your lips and give it a good sucking.”

This clown is about as smooth as a sandpaper condom, Kara thought. No wonder he has to pay for it. But she was too aroused to care whose cock was near her mouth, parting her lips she caressed the glans with her tongue and then took him fully into her mouth. Adam moaned in pleasure, holding her head while he slid in and out of her mouth taking the tip of his phallus all the way to the back of her throat.

It was nothing more than Kara expected, and she took all of it without gagging, sliding her lips smoothly over his shaft until he was gasping in pleasure. However, Adam wanted a bit more than a blow job. With some effort he pulled out of her. “Now, Eve, I’m going to show you what this is really for.”

Lifting her, he carried Kara to a leafy bower, which turned out to be a cleverly disguised couch. “Easy, Adam.” she said. “I’ve never done this before, remember.”

“Sorry, Eve. Remember it’s my first time too.” He grinned at his little joke. “Now we’ll see just how much of an Eve you are.”

Adam’s fingers closed on the wisteria vine belt around Kara’s waist. A soft tug and it was gone, along with her fig leaf covering. “That’s about as sweet a cunt as I’ve seen, Eve. Er… I mean it’s the only one I’ve seen,” he corrected, dropping back into character. “But I know what to do with it.” He pushed her legs apart, and moved toward her.

“What are you doing?’ Kara said, raising her voice and octave in false alarm. It was harder than she thought playing the frightened virgin, when she desperately wanted Adam to shove it into her. However, she made a good show of it. “That thing’s too big, she quavered. “You can’t put it in there.”

“That’s where it goes, Eve,” Adam replied hooking his arms under her knees. He leaned into her, pushing her knees up toward her head and spreading her wide. Leaning forward he took her left nipple into his mouth while he pushed her down into the soft cushions. The glans of his ramrod stiff cock parted the lips of her vulva and Kara moaned in anticipation.

“Ohh, are you sure, Adam?” she gasped keeping up her Eve persona.

“Never surer,” Adam replied, sucking her already throbbing nipple to stiff attention. And then slowly thrusting into her.

“By God, you are a virgin,” Adam exclaimed, as the tip of his phallus slid into Kara’s tight wet interior, He pulled back slightly in amazement.

“Oh, Adam, she cried. “That feels so good. Even if you are so big. I want more of it.”

“Shit,” Adam cried. “Best damn roleplay I’ve had. I mean, you’re going to get all of it.” He leaned forward using his weight to penetrate her a little more and then thrust deep into her.

Kara experienced the sharp tearing that told her that her hymen was gone and then a feeling of such intense pleasure that she actually screamed.

“Sorry, Eve! Did I hurt you?” Adam asked, his voice tinged with alarm. He pulled back slightly.

“No,” Kara cried, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Give me all of it. I want all of your cock.” She arched into him, forcing his thick member deeper into her swollen vagina.

Adam grunted with the effort, but he was a powerfully built man for all of his flabbiness. Gripping her hips hard, he drove into her until his shaft was buried to the hilt. Then he began to give her what she wanted, hammering in and out of her with powerful movements of his body that had Kara crying for more.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! That’s what I want. Give it to me! Give it all to me!” Kara’s unrestrained cries spurred Adam on to greater efforts. Increasing his speed he drove in and out of her writhing body, until with a great shuddering cry her body convulsed in a shuddering orgasm.

Adam climaxed soon after, withdrawing at the last second to shoot his seed across her belly and breasts. For a full minute both he and Kara lay panting, exhausted by their lovemaking. Finally, Adam rolled to his feet. “I think this warrants some fruit of the grape,” he said. He strolled over to the pool, and from a space between two rocks took out a bottle of champagne. From another rock shelf above the pool he took out two glasses.

Kara was no connoisseur, but she guessed that anything served in the Ambrosia Club, was probably pretty good, and since her sexual desires seemed not to be the least bit dimmed by abstinence she readily accepted a glass from Adam.

They sat with their feet dangling in the pool and shared the wine. It made Kara a little light-headed, and did nothing to dispel the strong sexual urges that still ran through her. Adam looked down as her, and lightly touched her shoulder. “Well, Eve, what do you think of Paradise now?’

“I think,” Kara said, giving Adam a sideways look that I’ll show you what paradise is really all about.” She reached out and stroked his limp phallus. Since this is where life began, let’s see if I can bring this back to life.”

Adam’s limp cock stirred, promising greater life to come. Without another word Kara went to her knees, and using her tongue and lips, began to work the soft sensitive tip of his flaccid organ, slowly it stiffened, while Adam groaned in pleasure. “Damned if this isn’t Paradise,” Adam groaned, as Kara sucked him to full erection and then put his rigid cock to proper use.

The Adventures of Supergirl

Episode 4 Supergirl’s Undercover Assignment

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Chapter 4 Going to Bat

Bruce Wayne glowered at the white-coated technician who graced the expensive oriental carpet in front of his desk. “Why was I not told this before?” he growled, attempting to hide his anger and to a certain extent, his fear.

“We didn’t know, sir until just a few hours ago. Kryptonite and its properties are not well known. We are discovering something new about it almost every day.”

Damn. This was something I didn’t count on. I have to get Kara out of there. He was badly shaken by the news, but kept his features impassive. “Thank you, doctor,” he replied. “Please keep me posted.” He sat back in his chair as the head of his research department left. There was only one person he could depend on to deal with the situation. This is a job for the caped crusader.

Six hours later a dark figure perched op the uppermost level of Cronfeld Towers. Getting to the top of the building via bat-glider had not been all that difficult, but getting in might be. He had little doubt that the building was studded with alarms. However, he had come well equipped to meet that challenge. Moving to the edge of the building he peaked down at the array of balconies extending from the luxury apartments. Looks promising, he thought. Securing a line to the roof, he leaped over the edge and descended to the second balcony from the top.

As he had hoped from the lack of light, the interior of the apartment appeared to be empty, either that or the occupants were asleep. Either scenario suite him and he slid back the glass door and tiptoed into the apartment. His night vision goggles allowed him to make his way without stumbling over the furniture and he soon reached the door.

He had a fairly good idea of the layout of Cronfeld’s luxury office tower and high rise, and knew that if Kara was in the building she was mostly likely somewhere in the basement levels. Entering the building by way of the top floor might seem a rather unorthodox way of reaching that area, but he had that all planned out.

Leaving the apartment he entered the hallway and made his way as quickly as he could to the elevator. Summoning the elevator he stepped in and sent it to the floor above him, and then moving quickly he pried open the doors and peered into the abyss.

His first act was to cut the line that enabled someone else to call the elevator. Once he was sure that it was not going to come down on his head, he entered the shaft and closing the doors behind him clamped a line onto the main cable and then let himself drop.

It was a controlled descent and he halted just in front of what he judged was the entry to the basement complex of Cronfeld’s illegal empire. Once again taking out his tool kit, he set to work to open the doors. He was oblivious to the silent gas filtering into the elevator shaft.

Pirate Janet struggled in the arms of her captors. Captured by an American boarding party her pirate days were over. Her wrists shackled behind her she now faced the fate of all buccaneers who fell afoul of the might of the US navy.

Her two captors dragged her before the captain and forced to her knees. “Pirate Janet,” the captain said. “What do ye have to say fer yourself?”

The captain was a man in his mid-forties. Dressed in his nineteenth century blue and white uniform, with a sword buckled at his side, he was an imposing and frightening figure to the pirate lass who had at last met her match.

Janet raised her blue eyes, her full and succulent lower lip trembling in fear. “Please yer honour. Have mercy on a poor orphan girl forced into a life of crime.”

“Forced ye say?” the captain replied. “Ye’ve been the scourge of the high seas fer two years. It’s a flogging and then the yardarm for the likes of you.”

“No, have mercy,” she begged as the two sailors dragged her toward a grating that had been set up at the ship’s rail. Kara certainly had to admit that the ship was realistic, even without the water it was easy to imagine she really was on an early nineteenth century frigate. The shackles that held her wrists were only plastic, but they were realistically designed and fitted well into the role play.

She was almost completely submerged in Cronfeld’s fantasy world now, living each of the roleplays as if they were real. Her enthusiasm had earned her extra points from Nadine and her bank account was increasing rapidly. She had, however, not entirely forgotten her mission, but it was becoming more and more difficult to focus on it. Each succeeding roleplay immersed her more deeply in the net of desire that was slowly rendering her completely helpless.

Yesterday she had taken part in several scenarios, each one with increasing passion. She had found only one slightly distasteful; a science fiction setting in which she had played a captive Princess Leia replaying the torture scene in the dungeons of the Death Star. Having actually endured such torture it hit a bit too close to home for comfort, but the sex afterward had been some of the best she had had.

After that she had enjoyed a Goldilocks and the Three Bears fantasy and today she was Pirate Janet, scourge of the high seas. Or at least she had been until falling foul of Captain John Spruance and the US frigate Defender. Now she was a helpless captive, awaiting punishment at the hands of the captain and his crew.

The crewmen pushed her against the grate and removed the shackles so that they could bind her wrists. Kara could not help a shiver of real fear as her thin cotton blouse was ripped from her back. “Please,” she begged. “Don’t do this. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Ha ha,” the Captain laughed. “Of course you will, after we’ve removed all of the skin from your back. Begin the flogging.”

The whip came down, the nine lashes caressing her naked back. They were only thin ribbons of plastic, but Kara screamed believably, and writhed in simulated torment, making sure her splendid breasts quivered convincingly while continuing to cry for mercy. “Stop, stop. I’ll do anything you ask.”

The flogging continued and along with its Kara’s simulated screams of agony. The plastic lash did sting a little and each stroke made her more and more aroused. By Krypton I’m turning into a complete slut. However, given the burning sensation between her thighs, that no longer seemed like such a bad thing.

“Enough,” cried the Captain after ten lashes. “Let’s put that body to another use.”

Kara was untied from the grate. Keeping up her role she sank to her knees in feigned weakness while the two “crewmen” held her up. In actual fact they were all part of the act, two role players who might or might not be asked to participate in the action.

In this case Captain Spruance seemed to want her all to himself. He loosened his tight-fitting trousers and lowered his pants, revealing an impressive cock that was halfway to being fully erect. “If you don’t want to be keelhauled put that pretty mouth to use.”

Kara always found big cocks exciting; sometimes even terrifying. But the latter was not the case now. She was positively salivating as she took the throbbing member between her lips. Almost lovingly she swirled her tongue over the glans enjoying the salty taste and reveling in the sensation as the shaft swelled under her stimulation. With her arms held she could not use her hands, but she bobbed her head enthusiastically.

“Oh yes,” the Captain moaned. “You really are a pirate slut. I may not hang you after all.” He was holding her head and moving his pelvis back and forth, forcing her to take his shaft to the back of her throat.

She slurped noisily enjoying the sensation of the thick cock as she brought it to full erection. “Enough,” the Captain ordered. “Drag her over that barrel. I’m going to put her pirate pussy to work.”

The crewmen hauled her across the deck to a barrel conveniently located near the mainmast and arched her across it. Kara looked up at the Captain as he placed his hands on her knees and then forced her legs apart. “Oh please, have mercy, sir,” she begged in her most plaintive voice.

“There’s no mercy for murdering pirate scum,” the captain answered. “You should have considered the consequences before you took up your lawless career.”

“Oh please be gentle,” Kara whimpered, struggling pathetically as the Captain’s hands closed over her breasts.

He didn’t hurt her, at least not very much. It was roleplay after all, but she pretended that he did, gasping in mock pain, and struggling to escape the grip of the men who held her.

“Now you pay the price fer yer pirate ways,” the Captain cried. He thrust into her, taking her hard and Kara played the part, crying out in pain and struggling to escape as her ruthless captors delivered their just punishment. However, she could not disguise the fact that she experienced a powerful and very noisy orgasm just before the Captain climaxed. It was a performance that went down well with Captain Spruance.

“Haul her off to the brig,” he ordered. “We’ll deal with the rest of the punishment later.”

Nadine was waiting for her in the “brig.”

“That was an excellent performance,” the woman smiled. The ‘Captain’ was very pleased. You now have several clients asking for you. It’s time you were exposed to our most special customers.”

“Special?” Kara asked. Perhaps she was finally getting somewhere. After two weeks of spreading her legs and sucking cocks maybe she might discover the identity of a few of the more exclusive clientele. That would be an accomplishment of a sort, and it was just possible that it might lead to something more.

“Yes,” Nadine replied. “I want you to clean yourself up and then rest for the remainder of the day. I’ll give you the details later.”

Kara nodded. It was late afternoon and her Pirate Janet engagement had occupied her for over three hours. She could do with a nice hot bath and something to eat. Then she would probably take Nadine’s advice and take a nap until she was called.

Evening found her well rested and eager to find out what her next assignment was all about. With any luck it might get her a bit more freedom. She knew that Bruce Wayne was probably wondering what had happened to her and needed to contact him, if for no other reason than to find out why the antidote had not restored her super powers. She waited nervously for Nadine to show up.

Nadine was later than Kara expected, but eventually the dark-haired woman showed up and gave her a bit of a surprise.

“You’re in costume,” Kara exclaimed staring at Nadine in complete surprise.

“Oh yes. I’m coming along for this one. Didn’t I tell you?”

“No, actually. And who are you supposed to be?” Kara already knew the answer. She had seen that particular costume for real on more than one occasion.

“Catwoman,” Nadine answered, pirouetting and swirling her black cloak. “I’m surprised you had to ask.”

Kara did have to admit that Nadine filled out the tight-fitting leather outfit admirably. For a woman in her thirties she was remarkably fit. “So this roleplay is…?” Kara began.

“Superhero,” Nadine answered. “Tonight’s client has a superhero fetish; Batman to be precise. He likes to be tied up and gagged and then subjected to mild torture. You know the sort of thing - a little bit of the lash across the buttocks and then a lot of foreplay. Really draw it out. The more he moans and groans the more he likes it. You get him begging for mercy then give him a long slow fuck.”

“What is my role?” Kara asked.

“Ah,” Nadine exclaimed. “I should have mentioned that first. Here you are.” She handed Kara a colourful compact bundle.

Kara started in disbelief at what Nadine had handed her. “But, but…, this is….”

“Yes you should be a perfect fit for it. It’s been modified a bit to make it a little sexier. But otherwise it is very close to the original.”

“But, it’s Supergirl!” Kara exclaimed.

“Yes, of course. I told you the client has a superhero fetish. Supergirl is his favourite after Batman, and it is a part you will be perfect for. With those great tits, long blonde hair, and drop dead figure you’re almost a ringer for her.”

Kara looked dubiously at the skimpy costume. It was cut both higher in the thighs and lower in the front than her regular costume, but there was no way of protesting the inaccuracy. Besides, by now she was well used to wearing revealing or almost nonexistent costumes. She gave Nadine a quick look, wondering if her masquerade had been discovered, but the woman gave her not the least hint of suspicion.

“Try it on,” Nadine suggested. “Let’s see if I got the size right.”

Kara retired to her bedroom, stripped off her top, slacks, and slippers, and squeezed into the costume. It fit her like a second skin, revealing every nook and cranny of her exquisite torso. “Ohh,” she gasped as she stared at herself in the full length mirror. “This is sexier than the original. I can almost count every hair on my pussy.” She felt a sudden moistening of her nether region, and could not resist letting her fingers trace the lines of her vulva.

“I see you like it,” Nadine chimed. She had come in through the doorway and Kara felt a flash of anger, until she reminded herself that she had probably been on camera 24-7 since she arrived in Cronfeld’s stable of exotic whores. “Here put this on.”

Kara looked at what Nadine had handed her. It was a circle of green plastic designed to resemble a metallic collar. It sent a barely disguised shudder of fear through her.

“It’s supposed to be kryptonite,” Nadine explained. “You are going to be under Catwoman’s control.”

Kara swallowed. Even putting on a mock kryptonite collar brought back a flood of painful memories, but she did as she was told, snapping it into place. As she finished Nadine snapped on a metallic grey plastic chain.

“There, I think you’re going to be exactly what the client wants,” Nadine said, looking at her approvingly. “This is the way it is going to be. Supergirl and Batman fall prey to Catwoman. Unable to escape, Supergirl is forced to perform all sorts of sordid acts in order to save Batman’s life. You’ll see what I mean when we get to the set. Just play it by ear the way you usually do. You’re great at improv and should have no problem following my lead.”

Kara nodded her understanding and Nadine went on. “There is just one more thing. The client will already be in bondage when you arrived. You are not to release him under any circumstances, no matter how much he begs and pleads - his orders. It’s all part of the game for him and a couple of girls got very bad reports when they decided to take him seriously. We don’t want to piss him off a third time.”

“Right,” Kara said. “I get it. Supergirl is forced to sacrifice herself in order to save the captured hero. I’ll bet he’ll like that.”

“You got it,” Nadine smiled. “Now let’s go.”

The setting this time was the gloomiest Kara had yet experienced. This one was styled as a dark and gloomy dungeon complete with dark stone corridors and flaming torches for light. “Cool,” Kara thought. Her heart rate increased and her palms were sweating just a little in anticipation. Something told her that this scenario was going to be very special.

“From here on I’m Catwoman,” Nadine said. “On the other side of that door Batman is being held as a helpless prisoner. I think you’re going to find it very interesting.” She gave a playful jerk on the chain. “And you’re my little plaything.”

The door Nadine had indicated was guarded by two huge guards dressed as pseudo-medieval executioners. They stood on either side of the door with their arms folded, but made not effort to stop her or Nadine as they approached.

The door creaked open admitting them into a room that resembled a medieval torture chamber. The centre of the room was dominated by a large bondage rack and hanging in it was the helpless form of “Batman.”

The rack was a large upright rectangular wooden frame reinforced with steel plates. At each corner was a heavy and rather modern set of steel shackles. Locked into them was a tall, powerfully built man wearing nothing but the Batman cowl and a metal gag that locked behind “Batman’s” head and completely blocked the man’s mouth.

Kara took the scene in at a glance. It was the most gothic and bizarre scenario she had yet been in and she experienced a little bit of misgiving at the details she observed. Batman was spectacular; certainly the most impressive physical specimen she had encountered in the Ambrosia Club. From head to toe she guessed that he stood an impressive six-feet-two-inches and was muscled like an Olympic gymnast. But his striking physique was not the only feature that caught her attention. He sported the biggest schlong she had ever seen.

There really was no other word for it. Not even slightly erect, it was already a good eight inches long and the width of three of her fingers. She could just imagine what it would look like when angry. She swallowed, salivating at the thought.

Catwoman-Nadine snapped her out of her reverie. “So Batman,” the villainess growled. “I have you at my mercy; you and the superheroine slut you call Supergirl. You are both in for a very painful session.”

Kara didn’t like the sound of that. In the other scenarios she had been free to set the pace, taking her cues from the client, but in this one the client was gagged and unable to utter a word of instruction. Everything depended on Nadine and Kara wasn’t sure she would like the direction the woman would take her.

“A little pain to start, I think,” Catwoman said. She ran her razor-edged fingernails up Batman’s torso and circled his left nipple. “Such a fine body, but it needs a little decoration.”

She picked up a couple of items from a shelf buckled to one of the walls. Kara, following her on the chain, saw the Catwoman had picked up a gold metal band and a pair of pliers. Shit. She can’t be going to use that on a client.

“You can’t use that,” Kara protested. There was nothing to be lost by her objection; at the very worst Nadine would take it as part of the roleplay.

“Ha ha,” Catwoman laughed. “That’s what you think, Supergirl. And I am going to make a point by having you do the honours.”

“You villain. I’ll never do what you want.”

“That kryptonite collar places you completely under my control. Do it or Batman will be the one who suffers.”

“I won’t,” Kara said stubbornly.

“How would you like to see our hero gelded?” Catwoman asked, cradling Batman’s testicles. She gave them a playful squeeze eliciting a muffled cry from the Batman.

Kara gave Catwoman-Nadine a quick glance, and the woman winked. “Do it or I’ll really make him scream.”

I guess she knows what she’s doing, Kara thought. She took the thin gold ring and the pliers from Catwoman and moved toward the helpless Dark Knight.

“Mmmpphh! Mmmpphh!” Batman protested. She could see his eyes roll but anything he tried to say was completely muffled by the metal mouthpiece.

Kara remembered that Nadine had instructed her to ignore all objections and that the client was a bit of a sado-masochist. What she was going to do must just be part of the scenario, but it still made her extremely uncomfortable as she placed the edge of the ring against Batman’s left nipple.

“I don’t want to do this, Batman,” she apologized. “But I have no choice.” She fitted the gold ring to either side of Batman’s left nipple and then lifted the pliers. For a second she hesitated, and then she closed the ring.

Batman grunted in pain as the sharp ends of the ring pierced his sensitive nipple, but other than that he made no sound. Kara was feeling a little sick, but excused herself based on the oddity of the client. I guess that is what he really wanted, she thought. But she wasn’t so sure about what Catwoman did next.

She was carrying a coiled whip at her waist and the villainess flicked it loose, revealing an eight foot length of leather. Shit, that’s real,” Kara thought. Surely she’s not going to use it.

It became evident, however, that a painful flogging was part of the service Batman required. Catwoman moved so that she was behind him and the whip trailed to her right, then she snapped it back and brought it forward against Batman’s back.

Batman grunted in pain once again, and a red line traced itself across his muscular shoulders. That’s real blood, Kara thought. That has to hurt.

She was beginning to have her doubts about the scenario, but couldn’t see that she had much choice except to play it out. But it sickened her to see Catwoman deliver lash after lash across Batman’s back, leaving it crisscrossed with bloody stripes. She well knew the pain of such an ordeal, having had the unfortunate experience several times, and wondered at the idea of someone deliberately asking for such painful ordeal. She watched horrified as Catwoman delivered a savage thrashing.

“Ten is enough, isn’t it lover boy?” Catwoman said, tossing aside the whip. “Now it is time to put the heroine slut to work.” She stepped toward Batman and stroked his cock as she finished speaking. “A little limp. I suppose the pain had you a bit distracted, but Superslut will fix that.”

This was a part of her role Kara understood. In the last two weeks she had stirred dozens of cocks to life and this was just one more. It was, however, a bit special. She was not sure that someone who had been subjected to such pain could be properly stimulated. However, as the familiar sensation of arousal spread through her loins she was more than willing to give it a try. However, there was still the required heroine response. “No. I won’t do it. That’s disgusting.”

“Never tasted a man’s cock?” Catwoman sneered. “Perhaps you’d rather see me continue with the whip.”

“No,” Kara said dejectedly, putting on her best defeated heroine face. “I’ll do it.”

She went to her knees in front of the helpless Batman. The awe-inspiring cock dangled just in front of her eyes. Taking it in her hand, Kara slowly began to stroke the limp member, moving her hand the full length of the shaft. Catwoman helped out by providing a bottle of perfumed oil to lubricate Kara’s hand.

She slid her hand from one end to the other of the thick member. To her surprise it actually stirred a little and an slight moan issued from the helpless victim. She moved her hand over it a few more times and then put her mouth to it.

It was something she had been dying to do ever since first entering the room, and she made a good job of it, licking the large pink knob of Batman’s glans, and then taking it delicately into her mouth, teasing and caressing it with her lips and tongue before sliding it fully to the back of her throat. It was, of course, impossible to swallow the whole thing, but she took it as far as she could, sliding it in and out of her mouth until it was slick with her saliva. To her delight and increasing passion, Batman began to moan in undisguised pleasure while at the same time his shaft began to swell. Within a few seconds it was too large to fit within her mouth and she pulled back, continuing to stimulate the swollen member with her lips, tongue, and hands.

From behind her Catwoman purred her approval. “Perrfect. Now to put that pole to proper use.” She pulled a lever and the rack holding Batman slowly swung down to an almost horizontal position leaving Batman’s immense member pointing toward the ceiling. Nadine caressed the throbbing meat with her fingers, stroking it like she would a cat and then bent and licked it, moving her tongue the full length of the shaft. “Now, Superslut, it’s time for you to ride the Batmobile.”

“No!” Kara cried. “You can’t make me do that. I’ve degraded myself enough.” This was the most bizarre role she had yet played. Supergirl playing a pretend Supergirl. It made her feel very strange, but she was well into the fantasy now, and more than eager to be “forced” to continue.

Nadine obliged. “I think you will Supercunt. You’re going to place that little pussy over the Batcock and let it slide into you. And you’re going to do it until the Batdork pulls Old Faithful inside you. A refusal will mean another taste of the whip and this time I will target that impressive pole.”

Batman made unintelligible noises through his gag. Whether he was complaining about the pain of the flogging, demanding to be fucked, or simply playing more of his part in the roleplay, Kara had no idea. She only knew that she had never looked forward so eagerly to putting a man’s cock inside her. She was already panting as she stripped off her skimpy costume and climbed onto the rack, positioning her dripping pussy directly over Batman’s quivering zucchini.

From this position she could look directly into Batman’s eyes. What she saw was not particularly reassuring as the helpless hero looked up at her, rolling his eyes in seeming despair. He rolled his head from side to side in a most realistic rejection of what she was about to do. Geez, he’s good, Kara thought. You’d almost think he really didn’t want me to do this.

However, by now, Kara was so far into the fantasy she might have done what she did next even if she thought the client was trying to signal the opposite. She slowly lowered herself onto the waiting Batpole, placing her knees on the frame of the rack and allowing the tip of the huge member to part the lips of her vulva. She had to steady the huge member with her hands as she eased oh-so-slowly onto it, testing her ability to handle such a huge object.

“Oh God! Oh God!” The combination of pain and pleasure was so incredible she couldn’t help the cries that burst from her lips. Her back arched as she slid lower, her hands moving to squeeze her breasts and pinch her swollen nipples.

“Oh, let me help, kitten,” Catwoman purred. Nadine positioned herself so that she was sitting on Batman’s chest and leaned forward to tongue Kara’s nipples as Batman’s huge cock slid ever deeper into her.

Jeeezuss! It’s splitting me! But she could not help moving her body in spite of the pain of penetration, sliding up and down the engorged pole and working it farther into her swollen vagina. She impaled herself deeper, deeper, deeper, until she was moaning in pain and pleasure while Catwoman teased and massaged her nipples and breasts. As the leather-clad woman moved her mouth higher she responded fervently, arching into Catwoman’s welcoming arms and then reciprocated as their lips touched, and their tongues intertwined.

Batman’s cock filled her, the massive member penetrating her fully as she moved her body against it while at the same time her fingers found the straps and buckles of Batwoman’s costume, stripping the upper part of her garment from Nadine’s torso. She was pleasantly surprised to discover that the older woman’s breasts were still firm, with dark prominent nipples that fit delightfully into her mouth. She fondled one of the taut buds, pinching it between thumb and forefinger, while Nadine continued to probe her mouth.

Then she became aware of something else. A slow movement below her. She suddenly realized that until that moment the Batman had been about as responsive as a corpse. Had it not been for his huge cock, fucking him would have been about as exciting as having sex with a log. Now he was moving, thrusting his hips upward, penetrating her to the full. The multiple sensations were too much for her to hold back the orgasm that had been slowly building within her. She screamed as she climaxed, her womb and vagina contracting so powerfully that for a few seconds her head swam.

The incredible sensation left her gasping for breath, but she couldn’t stop. The client had not yet been satisfied. Dripping sweat and gasping with both pain and pleasure she slid her body up and down the Batman’s shaft. Each movement felt as if she was being fucked by a fire hydrant, but she couldn’t stop quickening her pace as she sought to bring her client to climax.

Up and down up and down. The smooth rhythm of her powerful loins pushed her toward still another level of sexual ecstasy. Up-down. Up-down. Up-down.

And suddenly she became aware of something else, something about the pattern of the powerful movements of the Batman’s loins. At first she was completely unaware of any pattern but as she approached her second orgasm it finally penetrated her psyche. Up, up, up. Down, Down, down. Up, up, up. Pause. Repeat. Pause Repeat. S.O.S. S.O.S.

Something was wrong. The pattern of movement was too deliberate. No one moved like that while fucking. Her client, the Batman, was trying to signal her.

Her eyes dropped seeking his and the quick flash of his eyelids repeated the signal. It couldn’t be coincidence. Oh, why this? Kara thought. She had been fully into the roleplay, enjoying it as she had never enjoyed any of the others. Fucking Batman. It was a fantasy she had long held, and now it seemed it might actually be true.

It might be true. That was a chilling thought. So chilling it shocked her out of her sexual frenzy. She was suddenly aware of Nadine in her role of Catwoman slowly raking her false claws across the Batman’s chest. Blood dripped from a score of wounds all inflicted while Kara had been heaving her body onto the Batman’s pulsing staff.

I’ve been tricked. It has all been a charade. Cronfeld must have known about me from the moment I underwent the physical. All those tests must have revealed who I really was and I walked right into the trap.

The sudden realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, knocking her out of her sexual frenzy. Suddenly she felt only the intense pain of the penetration and the humiliating knowledge that she had played right into the hands of the villains. All the time they’ve known, she thought. They filmed dozens of hours of Supergirl in sexual roleplay. It was the ultimate in superheroine humiliation and she had gone into it willingly.

Not only that but she was still bereft of her super powers. Batman’s elixir had failed her. However, that no longer mattered. What mattered was how she was going to get out of the hideous mess she had gotten herself into. There seemed only one way, and it suited her sudden change of mood.

She wrenched her sweat drenched body clear of Batman’s engorged phallus. Her action prompted a surprised glance from Nadine, who looked up from her mutilation of Batman. But she was about to become even more surprised.

“Enough of this,” Kara hissed. She let her anger take her where it may. She might not have her superpowers, but she had learned more than enough about the arts of self defence to handle herself without them. Drawing back her fist she let fly and caught Nadine a solid blow on the point of her jaw.

It should have knocked the woman out cold, but at the last second Nadine had seemed to sense that something was coming and pulled her head back just a fraction. However, the punch knocked her onto her shapely ass and left her looking very confused. “What the hell are you doing?” Nadine gasped, raising one hand to rub her jaw. “That’s not part of the roleplay.”

“I’m improvising,” Kara spat. She knew that she had only minutes, perhaps only seconds before Cronfeld’s security forces reacted. Almost certainly the entire episode was being recorded and she had to get Batman free and find a way to escape before it was too late. If only she had her powers it would have been simple, but she didn’t and she would just have to hope that her surprise act would catch Cronfeld’s cronies off-guard. And the first thing she had to do was take care of Nadine.

The woman was already struggling to her feet, but Kara didn’t give her a second chance. She slammed her fist into the woman’s gut and felt the wind go out of her. She collapsed to the floor and before she could react, Kara was on her, using the whip and parts of the Catwoman outfit to bind her wrists tightly behind her. Then she went to Batman.

She found to her relief that the shackles holding his wrists and ankles were secured only be a simple catch. It was impossible for the person secured to the rack to reach it, but it was a simple matter for Kara to click the lock open, freeing his wrists.

While Kara moved to release his ankles, Batman lifted himself to a sitting position, grunting with pain as he did so. Kara was surprised and relieved that he could even move after being so long in the restraints and after the beating he had received. But she realized that he was Batman after all. He had certainly survived worse that what he had been subjected to today.

His ankles released, Batman got to his feet. It took him a few seconds, but he managed to find tyarn newhe catch on the cruel metal gag and hurled the device across the room. He was still sporting a rather impressive erection although it was beginning to shrink and Kara found herself suddenly very self-conscious and embarrassed standing so close to him. She was completely nude and was still very much aroused, a condition she was having trouble hiding. But she forced down her libidinous thoughts and focused on the moment.

Fortunately Batman was thinking along the same lines. “Come on, Kara. We’ve got to get out of here.”

Kara was more than willing to let Batman take the lead. But she snatched up her skimpy Supergirl costume before she left, while Batman hauled Nadine to her feet.

“You won’t get away you know,” Nadine spat. “My men will be here in seconds.”

“Your men?” Kara asked.

“I guess I should have told you,” Batman said. “But I thought it best to keep you in ignorance lest you give yourself away. This is the real Michael Cronfeld.”

“Cronfeld is a woman?” Kara exclaimed.

“She is,” Batman replied, giving Nadine a quick glance. “And a might attractive one at that. Her full name is Nadine Michaels. “She just uses the Cronfeld name as a front.”

The explanation certainly explained why Nadine had seemed so much in charge of the Ambrosia Club, although it left a number of things unanswered that Batman had no time to explain at the moment. He was already heading toward the door of the room, costume or no costume.

Nadine struggled in the restraints Kara had placed on her. The action caused her shapely breasts to jiggle, drawing both her and Batman’s eyes. But she wasn’t going to get away. Kara had wound the whip tightly about her arms just above the elbows, pinching them in toward the middle of her back, and had used one of the straps from the Catwoman costume to secure her wrists. To make doubly sure Kara used the belt of the Catwoman costume as a leash, securing it around Nadine’s neck. A quick tug showed her who was boss as Kara followed Batman toward the door.

Behind them there was a sudden commotion as the door to the room burst open. Several armed men poured into the chamber, weapons drawn. Quickly Batman ushered Kara and the reluctant Nadine through the door, and slammed it behind them. There was no way of locking it, but the door opened from their side by use of a pressure bar. Tearing a fire extinguisher off the wall, Batman jammed it between the bar and the door, making it impossible to open from the other side and then turned to take in their surroundings.

They were in a long concrete corridor. Batman seemed to know where he was going as he led Kara and the reluctant Nadine along it and he explained why as he hurried along. “I was brought this way a few hours ago. It leads to the security section of Cronfeld’s complex, but with any luck we won’t be going that way.” He stopped before a metal side door and pulled it open. Before them a metal stairway descended farther into the building.

“Fools,” Nadine said. “You can’t get out that way. It’s just the service corridors. Give up and I’ll go easy on you.”

“We’ll see,” Batman replied. Clearly he had some sort of plan and Kara hoped that he knew what he was doing. He led them down the stairs to a second level and then down another level below that. Behind them there was a loud crash and a good deal of shouting and then the sound of feet on the stairs.

“Hurry,” Batman urged, moving down still another set of stairs. Kara felt very strange following him. He was still almost completely nude, having had time to pull on only a crude loincloth made from a couple of towels in the mock dungeon. The bloody stripes on his back gleam in the fluorescent lights of the stairwells and did his sweat. It gave Kara a strange feeling to look at him, but one that was a little different from the lust she had felt earlier.

Something is changing, she thought. I feel different.

The sound of a gun going off broke her train of thought. There was a pinging sound as the bullet struck the stairs and bounced down the stairwell. It was followed by another shot and another.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Nadine screamed. “I’m down here. Use you brains not your guns.”

Batman and Kara hustled the captive crime boss to an even lower and final level. Before them was another steel door. Batman pushed it open and they found themselves in a long concrete hallway lined with thick electrical cables and what looked like water and sewer lines. They moved quickly along it until they reached the end which ended in a solid concrete wall. At the other end the heavy steel door slammed open.

“I told you there was no way out,” Nadine said triumphantly. “Surrender now while you have the chance.”

Batman looked at Kara. “Supergirl?” he said questioningly.

Kara looked back at him blankly and then realized what he meant. Now she understood what the strange feeling had been that she had sensed earlier. Can it be? There was a very simple way to find out.

She took several steps toward the encroaching villains and arrived in a millisecond. She moved so fast that her skimpy costume was ripped from her body. Damn! Forgot about that! Kara thought. The feeling of chagrin, however, was lost in the surge of elation that swept through her at the realization that her superpowers had returned.

She wasted no time testing them. Cronfeld’s thugs never knew what hit them as she took them out in a blur of superheroine violence. Running out of villains to pummel, she returned to Batman and his captive, and picked up what was left of her costume. “I forget this wasn’t my regular outfit,” she explained lamely.

“I know the feeling,” Batman said, without humour.

Nadine simply looked at the two of them in stunned amazement. “You really are Supergirl. I had you completely in my power. Batman and Supergirl. I could have killed both of you.”

“But you didn’t,” Batman replied. “It’s a damned good thing you like to play with your food.”

“I’m confused,” Kara said, pulling the strap over her shoulder and tucking her left breast into her makeshift costume. “I’m Supergirl again. How did that happen?”

“My guess is that Miss Cronfeld had her entire complex coated with an ultrafine layer of kryptonite paint,” Batman explained. “That’s it isn’t it?” He looked at Nadine as he finished his explanation.

“Smart fucker aren’t you Batman? You don’t look so smart with your dink hanging out. And you won’t hold me. My lawyers will have me out in just a day. And they’ll keep the courts so tied up I won’t spend a day in prison.”

“But you’re running a huge sexual fantasy factory.” Kara protested. “That’s nothing more than a fancy brothel. How can you not be guilty?”

Nadine sneered. “I’m just a working girl. There’s not a thing in my name. That stooge in Club Cronfeld will take heat.”

“There must be something we can get her on,” Kara said.

“She’s probably right,” Batman said. “I understand that Cronfeld regularly makes large political donations to candidates running for D.A... We probably can’t expect any help there.”

“It’s the American way,” Nadine jeered. “Don’t you just love democracy?”

“I don’t know about you,” Batman said, “but I’m tired of wearing a towel. And I need to have my back looked at.”

“I’ll get you to a JLA physician,” Kara said. “But what do we do with her?”

“I can think of something,” Batman said coldly.

Kara knew that tone. Of all the members of the JLA Batman was the one most likely to bypass the law when it came to dealing with criminals.

Nadine seemed to understand it too. “Wait a minute,” she said, her voice tinged with panic. “I’ve got rights. You can’t just kill me.”

“Why not?” Batman said. “It wouldn’t be the first time. And Supergirl is quite capable of putting your body where it will never be found.”

“No,” Nadine protested, struggling to escape her bonds. Her large breasts jiggled wildly, once again drawing the eyes of her captors. “You can’t just kill me.”

“Actually,” Kara said. “I’ve got a better idea.”

The Adventures of Supergirl

Episode 4 Supergirl’s Undercover Assignment

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Epilogue

“Oh yes! Give to me! Give it to me!” Kara gasped. She fought to claw the back of her lover, struggling in his grip as he pinned her arms to prevent her from shredding his skin in her passion. She heaved upward, breasts quivering, blonde hair flying, belly pressed to belly, her back arched, as she sought to sink his thick shaft impossibly deep within her.

Complying, Batman increased his tempo and the power of his thrusts, hammering into Kara’s passion centre. “Oh yes!” she repeated. “That’s it! That’s it!” She clamped her legs tighter, pulling him into her until the pleasure and pain of his giant organ sent her over the top.

She cried out, bending her head forward and sinking her teeth into his shoulder as the orgasm swept through her. Somehow she broke free of his grip and clawed at his back like a leopard in heat.

Batman grunted in pain, recapturing her wrists and then driving his hips forward in a series of punishing thrusts. “You little minx,” he gasped. “I don’t need to be skinned again.”

If Kara heard his words, she didn’t show it. Arching her back like a Chinese gymnast, she invited him to take her even deeper, ignoring the pain as her carnal passion swept her up in an explosive burst of sexual excitement.

“Oh, baby,” Batman cried as Kara’s vagina tightened in another volcanic orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer he exploded into her, blasting his seed deep into her womb. Then he gripped her tightly, holding on to her shuddering body, as she slowly descended from the mountain of her arousal.

“Oh God,” Kara moaned. “I fantasized about this for years.”

“Years?” Batman replied, kissing her nipple. “You’re hardly old enough to vote.”

“Well,” she replied, snuggling closer to him. “Ever since I first saw you. And then to see you in the Ambrosia Club’s dungeon. That was hot.”

“Not for me,” Batman replied. I wasn’t wearing much.”

“Didn’t I warm you up?” Kara asked.

“You did at that. But it wasn’t the most romantic of settings.”

“Unlike here,” Kara said, gazing up at the stalactite-covered ceiling of the Batcave. “But I must admit that it is a little unusual.”

“Hmmp,” Batman grunted. “At least we’re not on candid camera.”

“There is that,” Kara agreed. She snuggled a bit closer. Now that the sweat was beginning to dry on her body she felt a slight chill.

She ran her fingers over the scratches on Batman’s muscular shoulders. “I’m sorry about that. I can’t help myself. On the other hand the medics did a fantastic job on the stripes Nadine put there. There isn’t even a scar.”

“There’s a lot to be said for alien technology, Batman replied. “It’s too bad it’s not available to the general population, but it would probably cause a bit of a panic to know that the Earth really have been visited by people from another world.”

“Perhaps,” Kara said. She knew the reasons for withholding much of the advanced technology the JLA had at its disposal, but she didn’t always agree with it. It was unfortunate that so many of the Earth’s population put greed before the good of humanity, but until they changed their attitudes it was best to keep certain processes out of the hands of those who might exploit them.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she said, trailing her fingers down his spine. “Were you serious about that threat you made to Nadine?”

“Killing her you mean? Not really. I knew you’d never let me do it. And besides your solution was pure poetic justice.” He fingered the special electronic collar she wore. “Does it hurt?”

“No. It’s just a slight buzzing,” she answered.

“Perhaps we should take it off just in case.”

“Not just yet,” Kara smiled. She licked her lips slowly. “I haven’t quite finished with it yet.” Her fingers sought Batman’s slick cock and felt it stir.

Nadine panted in exhaustion, the sweat stinging her eyes as it ran down her forehead. The rest of her body was also bathed in perspiration. She had never felt quite so exhausted or so sore. But there was little that she could do but cling to the fat merchant who was fucking her and pretend that she liked it.

Looking past his sweating bulk she could see the strange light from the red sun. Zhim, Supergirl had called this world, and Nadine already hated it with a passion she would not have believed possible. But she had not had much choice in coming here. Batman had made that quite clear and so had that little blonde superheroine tart.

It was the height of irony. Supergirl had accused her of running a high-priced brothel. And now here she was; the star attraction in what could only be described as a whorehouse in a setting that was definitely medieval.

It could have been worse. Life as a whore among the people she had learned were called the Twarg was not bad compared to the way prostitutes were usually treated on Earth. Clients and owners were not allowed to harm the women, and they were allowed to keep a percentage of their earnings. If they made enough they could even purchase their freedom.

But she would not be allowed that last privilege. She would have to wait the full ten years until her price was completely paid out. Only then would she be free and perhaps allowed to return to Earth. Supergirl had promised her that much; provided she was on her best behaviour.

And oh she was. She was on her very best behavior, spreading her legs whenever she was asked without complaint in order to earn the few liberties that were granted a slave. Life as a whore took some getting used to. She was limited to only five customers a day. But she had never fucked that many men in her life. Especially not for twenty-eight days straight. Tomorrow she would be allowed her one day off in the lunar month. She would be free to do what she wished; even go to the market, provided she went with an escort.

But she doubted that she would do more than sleep. Twenty-eight days of having her cunt pounded had left her exhausted physically, and the mental strain of pretending that each customer was her idea of an perfect lover had worn her down mentally.

The current client was no exception. With a cry like a grunting pig he jerked into her, filling her womb with his thick spume. Fuck! I could get pregnant, she thought. Tharg birth control was primitive by Earth standards. However, she smiled in false pleasure and moaned enthusiastically. She had learned nothing pleased a client so much as the thought that he had managed to get her to climax. Sometimes she even did, but not this time.

“Oh, that was good, my lord.” They liked that too; being called lord when they weren’t one. It was one of the first phrases of the Tharg language she had learned. She expected that she would have lots of time to learn a few more before her ten years was up.