Trapped in the Phantom Zone, powerless and at the mercy of General Zod and his cronies what will become of our Supergirl? Exactly what you’re hoping for!
This story is set during the old Supergirl movie from the 80s. Kara Zor-El (played by Helen Slater) is from Argo City, a Kryptonian city that survived by escaping into something called Inner Space thanks to a scientist named Zaltar. After she accidentally loses Argo City’s power source, the Omegaheadron, Kara travels to Earth and becomes Supergirl to find it and save her city. But of course rather than instantly finding it using her vast array of god-like powers Kara decides to join an all-girls school, play some field hockey, flirt with the school gardener and fly around with a herd of horses. Hey, a girl’s gotta have some fun right? In the meantime the Omegaheadron is found by a witch named Selena who uses it to fuel her magical powers.
All that clear?
And is it just me or is Omegaheadron the dumbest name ever? Drink a shot every time it’s mentioned in the story.
We begin our story with Supergirl finally gets around to confronting Selena in her magical castle.
Marcus Lycus
October 2006
“Let them go!” The frail looking blonde yelled across the castle chamber. “Let them go and give me the Omegaheadron!”
The ivory-skinned redhead lounged on her throne casually and accessed her foe. This ‘Supergirl’ was nothing but a child. Her tight blue top and short red skirt made her look like Superman’s cheerleader, not his equal. Did she really think she could fly in here and force the most powerful witch on Earth to surrender?
Selena sighed and stretched luxuriously. She gestured at the hanging cages where Supergirl’s friends were imprisoned. “You want me to let them go?”
“Yes!”
She reached into the dragon-shaped box where she kept the alien sphere that had increased her powers. She took out the Omegaheadron and held it gently in her hand. The sphere began to pulsate with power. “And you want me to give you this?”
“Yes!”
“Well then Little Miss Supergirl I suppose I should obey.” She rose to her feet; her white gown began to float around her and her red hair whipped around her head like a halo. “First, I’ll let them go!”
The castle floor cracked open under the cages and tongues of flame rose. The cages suddenly fell ten feet before the chains caught them again. Supergirl’s friends screamed.
Supergirl turned and tried to fly to them but couldn’t, some sort of invisible wall blocked her. She made a fist and hit the wall with enough force to shatter steel but nothing happened. She pounded on it but it was unbreakable.
“Oh Supergirl…” Selena called out in a sing-song voice. The maid of might turned back to Selena. She had a moment of disorientation as she turned. She was facing one way, and then the other. With nothing in the middle. But she didn’t have time to think about it, the witch was holding out the Omegaheadron. “…still want this?” Selena finished. Supergirl reached for it but again her hand was blocked by a glass wall. She pounded on it but again with no effect. She could hear her friends’ voices but they were muted and muffled. She turned, again she felt that moment of disorientation. With her super-hearing she could just make out the word they were shouting.
“…mirror…”
She was trapped in a mirror! That could only mean one thing-
“Have you figured it out? This little bauble has taught me a bit about your world. Apparently when one of you Kryptonians gets out of line there’s just one way to deal with you…”
“NO!” Supergirl yelled. “NO! You can’t! Do whatever you want to me but there are thousands of people in Argo City who will die-“
“Yes, yes, yes. Shame about them, but then again if they were meant to live then you wouldn’t have lost this bauble would you?”
“Please! I’ll do anything!”
“Anything? Anything at all to save your friends, to save your city?”
“YES!”
“Well then… when I release you, you will fly to Washington DC and bring me the President.”
“What? I can’t do that! I can’t!”
“Well then, I guess we have nothing left to say to each other. So Supergirl for the crimes of refusing my orders, lying to me, irritating me, kissing the man I like and oh, losing the Omegaheadron and condemning all of your family and friends to a slow and painful death…”
Supergirl sobbed at that.
“And for being a real pain in the butt, I Selena, Queen of the Universe condemn you an eternity in the… THE PHANTOM ZONE!”
The crevice opened wider, consuming the mirror. It fell, with Supergirl inside and disappeared. Selena gestured and the crevice closed.
“Now to conquer the world.”
Still pounding the glass walls of her two-dimensional prison Supergirl fell through the crack. The mirror prison spun wildly as it fell, the glass grew cold. It became dark outside and a blast of bitter cold froze her to the bone. Finally it hit something solid and shattered. The maid of might collapsed on all fours. She looked up; she was in a dark and barren place. The sky was black and oppressive like the moment before a storm. The ground was black mud, black stone and grey ash. Her bright costume was the only color she could see.
“Where am I?!” She cried. Her voice echoed across the dismal wastes. “What is this?” She called out again.
A cold wind was her only answer; it blew right through her thin costume and her frail flesh. She rubbed her bare legs together for warmth and wrapped her red cape around herself. Her teeth chattered, it was the first time she had ever been cold.
She rose to her feet saying “I don’t know where I am but I’m getting out of here.” She looked around again and chose a direction. She imagined she could see a bit more light that way. She took three running steps. She leapt forward…
And fell on her face. The sharp stones hurt, her costume tore, mud covered her legs.
“NO!” She howled. She picked up a stone and squeezed with all her might. On Earth she would have turned it into dust but here…
“My powers are gone!” She wailed to the sky. The cold wind just got colder.
“I have to find some shelter.” She crawled to her feet again, humbled. She began to walk.
Kara Zor-El was born in Argo City several years after the destruction of Krypton. Like the great Jor-El, the scientist Zaltar had predicted the destruction of Krypton and like Jor-El was ridiculed for it. While Jor-El’s expertise in space travel allowed him to create a single spaceship for his infant son, Zaltar’s skills in dimensional travel allowed him to transfer his entire domed city into another dimension called Inner Space and to create the Omegaheadron, a tiny device that could draw on power from other dimensions and sustain life in the floating city. Unfortunately the one thing he could not do was return them to reality. He tried. He experimented and he studied. Eventually he found a way to look into the real world so they could watch Superman, the only other survivor of their world. Zaltar had even built a small ship he believed could reach Earth. He planned to go himself and contact Superman; hopefully somehow they would find a way to rescue Argo City from Inner Space.
Life in Argo City was comfortable but controlled. It was fragile island drifting in space; everyone knew a single mishap could condemn them all. Space and energy required them to strictly regulate the population, allowing only one birth for each death. They had enough energy to grow food, to keep warm and even for some frivolous matters like art and entertainment. But not much.
Kara grew to be one of Argo City’s artists, and favored by Zaltar. Perhaps the kindly old scientist took pity on the young girl who would never see a real tree or a flower. Perhaps he was interested in her since she was the cousin of Kal-El, better known as Superman. Or perhaps the old man just enjoyed being in the company of a beautiful young lady. Whatever the case he had always shown her special attention and granted her special favors.
They had been playing together, he made a crystal bracelet for her that contained a powerful computer, she made a crystal butterfly, modeled on the ones she had seen on Earth. Zaltar used the Omegaheadron to animate it with a bit of energy.
But their games ended in disaster. The butterfly breached the wall of Argo City, sucking out precious air and, worse yet the Omegaheadron itself. Without its power Argo City’s reserves would only last days. Kara had bravely taken Zaltar’s ship and flown to Earth to retrieve it. Passing through the dimensional interface she emerged in the world of her dreams. The bracelet Zaltar created fabricated a costume based on her cousin’s. It also taught her some of Earth’s languages and customs.
Searching for the Omegaheadron she made friends on Earth and learned to love that beautiful world.
And now she had failed, and doomed both her home planet and her adopted world.
The cold winds lashed Supergirl as she stumbled up and down dunes of dust. She’d never been this cold or this miserable. Life on Argo City was always comfortable, the temperature never varied; there was no wind, no rain, no mud. And on Earth she had been Supergirl, gifted with amazing powers that made the elements irrelevant.
But here, in these cold wastes she had nothing. She wrapped her red cape tighter and bent her head down. The dust in the air made it impossible to see. She stumbled again; she didn’t know how many times she had fallen. She felt the sharp rocks cut her knees; mud splattered her hair and her costume. By now she was as drab and colorless as the rest of this dismal place.
“So this is the Phantom Zone” she muttered and spat out dust. “I see why no one wants to come here.” She chucked dryly. Then spat out the dust that got in her mouth.
Krypton used the Phantom Zone for centuries as a prison for the worst criminals; murderers, sadists, rapists and traitors. No one in Argo knew for certain what it was like, since no one ever returned from this inescapable prison. Scientists said it was inhabitable but dismal and that the Phantom Zone criminals would be able harm no one but each other. It was considered more humane than a death sentence. Now Kara wasn’t so sure.
If there was ever a way to free prisoners from the Phantom Zone it was lost when Krypton exploded. Argo City could send prisoners in but could not get them out. So no help could come from that direction. But there were others who might know of the zone.
“Superman!” She yelled as loud as she could. “Superman! I know your fortress had a porthole to the Phantom Zone, can you hear me?” There was no answer. She had heard Superman left Earth for a space mission but she had hoped he had returned.
“Selena! Can you hear me? I mean it now, I’ll do anything, just let me go! I’ll do whatever you want!” Her shouts echoed into the sky but no answer came.
“Drat.” Supergirl swore and walked on. That had been her last, desperate hope.
One red boot caught in pool of thick greenish-black slime and Kara stumbled again. She feel face-first into the pool and felt it seep through her thin costume. It was thick like molasses and pulled her down. She panicked and grabbed a rock. With the last of her strength she pulled herself halfway out of the slime and collapsed. She sighed and rested her head on the stone.
“I don’t care anymore, I don’t… I failed… I give up…”
She closed her eyes.
And knew nothing more.
After a long pause Kara realized she was warm! She was lying in a bed in a small hut, warmed by glowing crystal. She felt a warm, wet cloth on her face removing the worst of the mud and the slime. Someone kissed her lips. She opened her eyes.
“Zaltar?”
“Yes Kara, yes, it’s me.”
“But how? Why?
“After losing the Omegaheadron I accepted exile in the Phantom Zone. This is my new home here. But you, what happened to you? I saw you steal my ship to recover the Omegaheadron, which was very brave and very foolish, but why are you wearing these strange clothes? Why are you in the Phantom Zone?”
“I- it’s a long story. But I failed Zaltar, I fail and I’ve doomed two worlds!” Sobbing Kara let her story spill out to her mentor. How she arrived on Earth and exalted in her new powers and freedom. How she made friends and found love but lost it all to the witch Selena. Zaltar just silently held the crying girl and listened.
“And now I’m trapped here in the Phantom Zone and Earth will be enslaved and Argo will die!”
“There, there my dear, you did the best you could. And though you are trapped here at least we are together now. Would you like a spray?” He pulled out a bottle with a small sprayer and spritzed a little in his mouth.
“What is it?”
“The only comfort I have found here, until now that is.” He sprayed a bit into her mouth, Kara tasted it on her tongue, it was warm and sweet. “The science council of Argo let me bring a few supplies when came here including my fabrication wand. With them I found a way to distill this substance from the infernal slime that gets everywhere. It’s a mild narcotic, and helps pass the time.”
“Time! Oh great Rao! How long have I been here Zaltar? Is there any way to find out what’s happening on Earth or on Argo?”
“Time… time… time is slippery here Kara. This is a timeless place. We grow hungry here but we do not starve. Months or years pass and we do not grow old. Scientists define time as a way of measuring change but here my beard does not grow, my hair remains the same. We simply exist and do not change. Years may have passed outside or just seconds, I do not know.”
“…oh…” Kara whispered and lowered her head. “Then they may already be- NO! No, Zaltar you’re a genius, you saved Argo City once, and you said you have some equipment here; there must be a way to escape! If we got in there must be a way out!”
“Oh Kara… Kara… Kara… I always admired your spirit, your hope. Even in Argo City where there seemed no future you were always a ray of light.”
“Then there is hope!”
“Maybe, maybe Kara. But first there are things we should do. Remove your costume.”
“What! I mean, um, why?”
“You say it is based on your cousin’s uniform, I see it also had the symbol of the house of ‘El’ it should not be torn, it should not be covered in mud and slime.”
Zaltar turned his back and handed Kara a blanket. “I have some clean water left from the last storm and some energy I can use to mend it.”
Kara nodded and unclipped her red cape; Zaltar took it in his waiting hand. Next she unzipped her red boots and passed them forward. She hesitated then. She had never been naked with a man before. The most she had ever done was kiss a boy on Earth. But Zaltar was her teacher, her mentor and he wasn’t even looking. She undid her yellow belt and unclipped her red miniskirt. Then she reached down and pulled the tight blue top over her head exposing her firm maidenly breasts. She wore nothing underneath it; she didn’t need to. Frankly she did not understand why Earth women wore those uncomfortable-looking undergarments. Now she wore just her blue panties, these too were splattered with mud. Some slime had even leached through them into her small tuft of pubic hairs. Pulling them down was a bit painful, she had to pull a few hairs out in the process. Finally she handed the last garment to Zaltar and wrapped a blanket around herself.
Zaltar quickly hid the hand mirror he used to watch her. It had been a long lonely time in the Phantom Zone; he found he no longer had the patience he once had. He put the filthy garments in a wash bin and poured some precious rain water over them. He then poured some water into a bowl and gave that and a sponge to Kara. “You had best wash yourself as well. You will feel better when you are clean.” Kara smiled at him; she’d been hoping for a chance to wash but did not dare ask. She knew supplies must be tight.
Zaltar turned his back (and took out the mirror) and started washing her uniform. Kara hung up the blanket and began carefully washing her body. She poured some of the precious water over her long blonde hair and ran a comb through it, pulling out the worst tangles and dirt. Then she gently sponged her face, clearing off the lair of filth that had accumulated as she wandered the wastes of the Phantom Zone. Her rosy cheeks and peach-colored skin were soon clean. She smiled at her reflection in the bowl. Her breasts, belly and hips had been covered by her costume and were still mostly clean; she just gave them a quick scrub. Her legs were the worst, the muck had been deeper than the tops of her boots and they’d soon filled with slime. Her legs were caked from her toes to her thighs. She stretched out one leg and began running the sponge along it luxuriating in the refreshing feeling as the mud peeled off. She stretched out the other leg and soon it was clean as well. Finally she ran the sponge between her legs, sighing at the sensation.
Zaltar could wait no longer; he tucked the mirror away and put the cape back in the water. “I’ll have to let the uniform soak for a while-“ he said as he turned around.
Kara gasped and dropped the sponge and bowl. She covered her breasts with her hands and turned away in embarrassment doubling over to hide more of herself. Zaltar put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “No Kara, it’s all right. Please, stand up and look at me.” Trembling the young girl turned back and faced the old scientist. She kept her hands over her breasts and her nether regions but managed an awkward smile.
“You’re so beautiful Kara.”
“Please, Zaltar, I… you…”
“Us Kara, us. We’re the only ones here, Argo City and its rules are long gone. You’ve never… been with a man have you?”
“N-no Zaltar, no, never. It’s forbidden. Not until the Science Council approves a mate for me and grants a child license I cannot-”
“But not here Kara, not here. Here we are just a man and a woman, together, in a very cold place. You must see that!” He grabbed her face and pressed his lips against hers; she struggled to get free and managed to wiggle loose. She dashed past him to the other side of the hut and reached for the cloth covering the doorway. Then she slipped on the dropped sponge and fell on her stomach. Zaltar slammed a foot down on her back and yelled “Where do you think you’re going girl?! Out there?” He stomped her again, she whimpered. “Out there? Naked? What will you do run until you collapse and sink in the mire again? There are other prisoners here, poor wretches who just gave up and sank into the mud, not quite alive but certainly not dead. Is that what you want?”
Kara sobbed and shook her head no.
“Is my hospitality not to your liking?” He savagely grabbed the naked teen by the hair and pulled her to her feet. “Would you like another fucking squirt?” With his free hand he grabbed the bottle and popped off the top, he poured the fluid into Kara’s gasping mouth. She choked and much of it ran down her breasts but enough got into her mouth that she became limp. He threw her down on the cot and began opening his own robes.
“You’ll see Kara, you’ll see, this was meant to be.” He leaned down and licked her breasts delighting in the taste of her mixing with the narcotic. Then he plunged his burning member between the unresisting girl’s legs. It was everything he had dreamed of. And more.
Kara awoke with a splitting headache. For a second she thought she was back in Stanhope College, safe, and that it had all been a terrible dream. Then she realized she was naked on the cot in Zaltar’s hut. In the Phantom Zone.
“Awake my love? Your costume is ready!” Zaltar was there smiling and holding her costume in his hands. Kara reached a trembling hand towards it and he jerked it away. “Zor-El taught your better manners than that. First say thank you!”
“T-thank you Zaltar for washing my costume.”
His smile became wider and he bowed and offered it to her. Kara looked right and left for somewhere to change but realized there was little point in modesty now. She pulled up the full blue panties and then the tight blue top. Her breasts settled perfectly, accenting the ‘S’ logo on her chest. The skirt, cape and boots follows as Zaltar watched approvingly. Approvingly? He was practically drooling.
“And now for the final touch.” He pulled out his fabricator wand, a tool that allowed him to create almost anything as long as he had power. He touched Supergirl in the center of the ‘S’ and energy began to flow into her costume. The tears and stains on it disappeared. He raised the wand higher, to her neck and she felt energy enter her skin. Her cheeks became rosier, her lips redder, her skin regained a bit of its peach-like complexion, her hair became lusher, her headache disappeared and for a second she could feel her feet leave the ground, her powers were returning! Then the crystal grew dark and the wand lost power. Zaltar lowered the depleted wand.
“You are… radiant!” Zaltar gasped.
Kara sighed with disappointment. “Zaltar” Supergirl said “we have to talk.”
“Yes, yes, of course my love, please sit down.” She sat on the cot and he sat uncomfortably close to her. He put a hand on her knee. Kara remembered the previous night and did not dare to resist. “I must apologize for last night. I was… I was hasty. Hasty and rude. Of course you need more time to become accustomed to this place. And of course I know the first time is always a bit painful for the woman. But I hope it was not entirely without pleasure.”
“Zaltar-“
“That is why I expended so much energy restoring your costume and your appearance, to make it up to you. So we can start again.”
“Zaltar, please-“
“And really it was meant to be. Did you know I had petitioned the Science Council to have you made my spouse?”
“What?” Kara gasped.
“Yes, they objected of course, citing the age difference but our psycho-profiles were in sync and, after all, I did save Argo City so they could hardly refuse me. I’m sure they would have granted the license in time.”
“But… I never…”
“Even after we lost the Omegaheadron and you left for Earth I had hope this day would come. I imagined you would return with the Omegaheadron and accept exile as I did. I never could have imagined you would be trapped here like a criminal. But no matter, it only shows fate cannot be cheated.”
“Zaltar, Zaltar you’ve been my teacher since I was a child, you’ve always been there for me and you are an important person to me but as an uncle, almost as a father, not as a… a…”
Zaltar’s hand had been creeping up her skirt between her thighs. It stopped.
“I see.”
Kara turned towards Zaltar with tears in her eyes and pushed his hand away. “On Earth there is also someone very precious to me, his name is Ethan.”
“An Earth boy? I suppose he is a scientist or great leader there?”
“No.”
“A student perhaps, or a poet, an artist like you?”
“No, he’s something much more important, he’s a gardener!”
“A gardener!”
“Yes! He tends those wonderful green growing things they have there, the trees and the flowers and all those other things, he brings life!”
Zaltar tried to stifle a laugh.
“And he makes me feel… he makes me feel like one of those flowers. I just want him to care for me, forever.” She blushed and looked away. “So you see-“
Zaltar let the laughter out, he doubled over with laughter and had to close his eyes and gasp a few times.
“Zaltar what is it? What’s wrong?”
“So Kara, my beautiful Kara, you are telling me, Zaltar, the man who saved Argo City, that you are in love with a gardener from Earth?”
“Yes!”
“Oh you poor dear, you poor girl, you really are naïve aren’t you? Kara a gardener is nothing special, a gardener digs in the dirt, on Krypton his work was suitable only for the simplest robots. Forget him.”
“No! Ethan is special!”
Zaltar decided to change tactics. “Of course he is, of course. But he is gone now. We are in the Phantom Zone, together. You will not see your Earth friends again.”
“What? No! You said there was hope, you said there was a way out!”
“Oh Kara, maybe there is but it is a slim hope at best. It may be a false one. Forget it. We are here now.” He held up the bottle and squirted it into his mouth. “Squirt?”
Kara remembered something from Earth. She was in her dorm room, disguised as Earth girl Linda Lee. She was in there with her roommate Lucy Lane doing homework. As usual she was also checking the campus with her x-ray vision, both for signs of trouble and to learn more about her adopted world.
In an office across the quad she watched a strange incident. A blond girl in the school uniform (a white shirt, a green pleated skirt and green blazer) was sitting in the headmaster’s office. It was strange for him to meet with a student so late, after everyone else had gone home. And strange for both of them to be on the couch together.
“Miss Thurol, I notice your grades have declined over the last few months, which is why I invited you here for this conference.”
“I see Mr. Danvers. Well I welcome any chance to learn from an older, more experienced man like yourself. And please, call me Lena.”
“OK Lena, but you have to call me Fred.” He put his hand on Lena’s knee and poured them both glasses of wine. “I can see you are a friendly, outgoing girl, both mature and discrete. I’m sure we can come up with some extra-credit assignments to keep your grades up.”
She undid her school tie. He began unbuttoning her top.
Mr. Danvers started pulling down his pants.
In her room Linda was confused.
“Um, Lucy, why do men and women have sex?” Linda asked her roommate.
“Huh? What kind of question is that Linda? Cause they love each other.”
“I know that Lucy!” Kara had spent a lot of time on Earth watching sex, it amazed her that on this primitive world men and women could mate at any time, any place, without approval from the Science Council or the government or anything! She’d soon grown familiar with idea of relationships based on love (and longed for one of her own) but she knew what she was seeing was something different.
“But, what about for other reasons? What about like… grades or something?”
“Aw Linda you’re not thinking of something like that are you?”
“What? No, of course not.”
“I mean I know some girls sleep with guys for favors, grades or a job or whatever but they’re just sluts, I mean they’re practically prostitutes. It must be nice to get what you want, and most guys are so dumb you can lead them around by their dicks, but the price is way too high. They must be totally miserable. I’d never do that.”
“Me either Lucy, me either.”
Across the campus Lena had slipped off her lacy white panties and was riding Mr. Danver’s cock while moaning slowly. Her pleated schoolgirl skirt waved as she moved up and down. She didn’t seem miserable. She seemed to be having a good time.
“Yes Zaltar, I’ll take a squirt.” She took the bottle and squirted her mouth, it tasted good. It tasted warm. She felt lightheaded again. “Tell me more about getting out of here.” She smiled at him, he smiled back.
He put his hand back on her knee. She didn’t resist this time.
“Yes, yes, the Maelstrom, very dangerous, perhaps we can discuss it later?” He treated himself to another spray and his hand crept higher. Supergirl obligingly leaned back and opened her legs. She closed her eyes and thought of Ethan. She realized now she had to do this, she was like that girl in the school; she needed something and would do what ever it took to get it. Both Argo City and Earth depended on her. She remembered the pain from last night but grit her teeth, she would endure it to learn how to escape.
He climbed on top of her and peeled up her top; he looked longingly at her breasts and moved his lips down. Supergirl moaned as his tongue flicked her nipples. She could feel them growing hard. Between her legs she felt a bit of wetness when Zaltar’s fingers touched her there. Her hips moved involuntarily. Zaltar moved his head up her body kissing every inch of exposed flesh until her met her lips. This time she returned the kiss entwining her tongue with his. She felt his fingers slip inside her blue panties and her whole body convulsed. She wrapped her arms tight around Zaltar and kissed his face a dozen times.
“GREAT RAO! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
“Stop my love? I’ve barely started.” He pushed the thin blue fabric away from her wet slit and opened his ragged robes. His throbbing dick jumped out and aimed itself squarely between her legs. Her hips twitched again in anticipation, he slowly maneuvered the head into her pussy and stopped. Her hips continued to twitch and her expression changed to one of frustration. Tears fell from her blue eyes and she started to pant.
“Zaltar… please!” She whined. “Please…”
“Please what Kara?”
“Please Zaltar! Please finish it.”
“If you insist.”
He rammed his dick home and felt Kara’s nails claw into his back. He pulled almost all the way out and rammed her again, and again. Each time the teen girl shook with desire. After a few strokes he paused again and made her ask. He made her beg. And then he fucked her hard again.
Finally they collapsed into one sweaty panting mass of limbs.
The Phantom Zone is timeless but it felt like a few days had passed. Kara learned how to gather clean water from the periodic storms. How to distill the slime pools to make the narcotic sprays and how to recharge their precious few energy crystals with lightning rods.
But that’s not all. She learned first hand about the sex acts she had seen. She learned how to use her mouth to make Zaltar’s member firm and hard. She learned how to use her fingers and her tongue and her lips. She learned the incredible sensation of his tongue inside her pussy. She learned at last to be a woman.
But even that was not all. She learned new feelings towards her former teacher and mentor. At first she had been repulsed by his touch, then she tolerated it but after a few nights she welcomed it. Sleeping with him became natural; kissing him was a reflex, fucking him a welcome release from the misery of the Phantom Zone. She realized she loved him. Maybe not the same way she loved Ethan (was that really love? She wondered, or just infatuation) but she loved him nonetheless.
He soon told her everything he knew about the Maelstrom. It was the place the Phantom Zone intersected reality. It was the means by which outsiders could observe the Zone and send mirror prisons through to it. But it was dangerous. It required a long climb up a rocky cliff. A permanent storm covered the area and could tear a climber loose to fall into oblivion. Even worse an escapee would have to cross the dimensions unprotected, an ordeal that would certainly kill anyone who tried.
Supergirl suggested various ways they could make it. Unlike most criminals Zaltar had been exiled with supplies and tools. She pointed out that his fabricator wand could temporarily restore her powers, even for a brief time, and allow them to escape. She reminded Zaltar of her duty. But he still refused. She pointed out that with two of them they were exhausting their supplies and power crystals. He still refused.
She still hoped to escape but now she could not imagine leaving without Zaltar. But he was content in his hut, giving himself the occasional squirt and making love to Kara twice a day.
This went on for several weeks (if they considered each interval between sleeping and waking a day). Until Kara awoke one ‘night’ to find Zaltar putting on his heavy robes. She though she heard him say something to someone outside. “Zaltar?”
“Oh Kara, I didn’t mean to wake you, I have to go for a while, but I’ll be back soon.”
“What’s going on? Is someone there? Another prisoner?”
“No, no, nothing, just sleep Kara, and please don’t leave the hut until I get back. Remember that!” And then he was gone. She thought she heard voices outside but did not dare duck out to see.
Kara waited fitfully for a long time. She paced the hut hundreds of times. Twice she gathered her cape and boots and prepared to go outside but stopped. She knew she would only get lost. She had to believe Zaltar was coming back.
Finally she lay back and slept for a while.
She awoke with a start, Zaltar was there, sitting and watching her.
“Sorry my love.”
“Zaltar! You’re back!” She hugged him and gave him a kiss. “But where? Why?”
“Please my love, don’t worry, it was something I had to do but now I’m done. Don’t ask anything more. Look, I made something for you while you were sleeping.” He held it up, it looked vaguely like the horses she had seen on Earth, it had 4 legs, or maybe 5, she couldn’t tell if the last one was a tail or not.
“It’s very nice Zaltar but…” She put down the bucket and sobbed.
“There, there my love, what’s the matter?” He hugged her.
“Oh Zaltar, I want to go back to Earth, I want to see real horses again. Don’t you want to see a real tree, a real butterfly? Don’t you want to escape?”
“Well yes, of course I do, but surely we can wait, it’s much too dangerous. Now come to bed, you’ll feel better in the morning.”
Kara climbed into the cot they shared but turned her back to him. When he touched her breasts she squirmed away. “No Zaltar, not tonight.”
Zaltar sighed and turned away.
After a few timeless days of this treatment Zaltar gave in. He announced “Get ready Kara, tomorrow we leave for the Maelstrom!”
“Really!” Kara’s face was almost giddy.
“Yes, I’ve considered it carefully and I think we may have a chance. Today I will fabricate some equipment and charge our crystals. Tomorrow we can attempt the climb.”
“Oh Zaltar! I knew you’d come around. You deserve a special reward.” She wrapped her slender arms around him and pulled him close. His hand slipped between her legs.
It actually took three days (one with no sex) before they set out. Kara couldn’t tell one direction from another in the monotonous terrain of the Phantom Zone but Zaltar seemed to know which way to go. Soon a harsh wind began to lash the two, they could barely see but Zaltar assured Kara they were going the right way so long as they kept the wind at their faces. On their backs they carried the ropes, the fabrication wand and the last of their energy crystals.
“But we must be careful!” He shouted. “The Maelstrom is the only way out of here and other prisoners know that!”
“What?” Kara shouted unable to hear over the harsh wind.
“Never mind!” Zaltar replied. They were almost blind in the storm; he hoped the other prisoners would be just as blind to their passing.
Kara had no way of knowing how far they traveled or for how long. She tried counting steps but lost count after ten thousand. Her colorful costume was soon obscured by mud, slime and dust. Her blond hair was matted to her head. Her bare legs and face were just as dark as the rest of her. Zaltar was filthy too, covered head to toe. They stumbled onwards.
Then…
“Ah!” Kara tumbled head first into a slime pool. She heard Zaltar follow her in. She panicked, her head was completely immersed, her arms flailed uselessly, her body sank deeper, she couldn’t get free. She started to choke.
Something strong grabbed her booted leg and pulled. There was a great sucking sound as she was pulled free from the thick slime; she was rudely thrown to the ground next to Zaltar.
“Zaltar of the Science Council, we meet again.” A firm voice said above the howling wind.
“Zaltar, who-“ Kara began to ask.
“Zod! I was just looking for you and your encampment-“ Zaltar began. Kara felt something hit the back of her head and fell unconscious. Zaltar soon joined her.
Kara was rudely slapped awake. She was in another hut, a larger one. Zaltar was there, still covered in slime and muck. But there were also three others.
One was a hulking, bearded brute who slapped Kara again and yanked her to her feet by one arm. The other was a slim woman with cold carved features. She walked around Zaltar inspecting the scientist like a piece of meat. The third was seated on a tall imposing chair. He had thinning hair and neatly trimmed beard and bore himself like an aristocrat. Kara noted all of them were clean and dressed in black leather outfits. A few other prisoners lurked in the shadows, unlike the main three they wore rags and seemed thin and weak.
“So Zaltar of the Science Council, repeat what you were telling me.”
“Well, um, yes, Zod-“
“General Zod.”
“Yes General Zod, I um, discovered this girl a few days ago and was just now bringing her to you.”
“Did you now? And what is her name?”
“Kara, her name is Kara.”
“Kara.” Zod turned his cold grey eyes towards the girl she shuddered under his gaze. “And Kara, who is your father?”
“My father is Zor-El of Argo City.”
“Of the house of El. Splendid. I am General Zod, formerly of the Kryptonian Defense Force, that is Non” he gestured to the hulking giant; Non grunted “And Usra” the woman bowed her head towards Kara. She could feel their attitudes become more hospitable but Zaltar’s fear only increased. What was going on?
“And what is that garment you wear? I cannot see it under the muck.” Zod asked.
“There’s no need! It’s filthy, she should remove it!” Zaltar hastily interjected. Kara was about sneer at him but saw the naked fear in his eyes. She decided to play along. She began to pull her top off.
“I appreciate your eagerness but there will be time for that later. Non, clean off her chest.”
The hulking brute grunted and began roughly rubbing his hands over her breasts. Kara squirmed but did not resist, soon her once-proud ‘S’ symbol was visible again.
“Fascinating, Kara daughter of Zor-El of the house of El. I have seen this symbol before on the uniform of a man. Do you know of him?”
Kara pulled free of Non’s grasp and stood proudly in the center of the hut. Whatever this man wanted she would face him without fear. “Yes. Superman is my cousin; on Earth I am called Supergirl. But how do you know-”
“Super…girl. How very original. Zaltar, did you know of this?”
“What? Me? No, nothing, I knew nothing of it. Please General Zod, she is yours now, she is nothing to me.”
His words were like a blow to Kara, did he mean them or was it some trick to win their freedom? She hid her pain and decided to play along a bit further. But only a bit.
“You have done well old man. I thank you for your prize, this maiden from the house of El, this Supergirl. You may go now. You two-” He gestured to two of the ragged prisoners “show him to a guest hut, he can rejoin us later.”
“Yes general, thank you general” Zaltar bowed, and all but fled the hut without looking back. Supergirl wanted to call out to him, wanted to follow him but could not. She could only hope the scientist had some plan.
Zod turned back towards her and clapped his hands. Several of the thin men in ragged loincloths stepped forward.
“Bathe her and prepare a dinner. Tonight we welcome a newcomer, from the House of El, Supergirl!”
Naked, Kara stepped into the bath. This tub had more water than she had seen in her whole time with Zaltar. It must have taken dozens of people to collect this much water. And it was warm! Warm water! She and Zaltar had never dared to waste energy on something so frivolous! Who were these strange prisoners with such resources?
She was worried of course, the fear on Zaltar’s face and his strange lies told her she had to wary. But after the hellish walk here and so long in the Phantom Zone the hot bath was a small taste of heaven.
As she was drying herself a ragged prisoner returned with her costume, cleaned and ready to wear. She thanked him but the man had already disappeared. Humming to herself she put the costume on.
“How lovely you are.” Kara jumped at the voice; it was Ursa, the female prisoner. “You are a vision, you must be proud to wear his symbol.”
“Yes, I suppose I am, but I have a mission to fulfill, I must find a way out of the Phantom Zone.”
“Escape from the Zone?” Ursa laughed at the idea. “Was that your plan? You and Zaltar, climbing to the Maelstrom with your little ropes?” Ursa stepped forward and tapped Kara’s forehead. “Little fool, if it was that easy we would all have escaped by now. Others have tried; their bleached bones litter the wastes. You and your lover were doomed.”
“I um…” Kara remembered Zaltar’s denials from the main hut. “Um, how did you know-“
“Zaltar is as foolish as you. We’ve watched the two of you for some time. I felt sorry for you actually, I imagine the old man was quite disappointing. But there will be more time to speak of this at dinner. Come Kara, daughter of Zor-El and heir of Superman.”
Nervously Kara followed Ursa back to the main hut. Again she marveled at the size of this settlement, there were over a dozen huts here positioned behind a wall of stones to shelter them from the unforgiving wind. For the Phantom Zone this place seemed a paradise, so what was wrong?
“Tell us your story daughter of Zor-El.”
Kara hesitated momentarily. Zaltar wasn’t here; she’d been told he would join them later. She had no idea what she was supposed to say. But they already seemed to know so much she was afraid to lie. So she began explaining the survival of Argo City, the loss of the Omegaheadron and her adventures on Earth. As she spoke they dined on a thick, almost tasteless porridge served by ragged prisoners. Kara asked about it and was told it was distilled from the slime pits. It was poor food but it was food nonetheless, she hadn’t realized how hungry she was. It was the first thing in her stomach since she entered the Phantom Zone. There was even a small kono fruit on the side! She eagerly swallowed the sweet Kryptonian berry wondering how it came to be here.
“Thank you Zod-“
“General Zod.”
“Thank you General but now I must ask for your story. How did you come to be here? How did you make this camp, the food, the water?”
Zod smiled. “Your… friend Zaltar is to be thanked for that. We found him when he first arrived with all those supplies. For a man going into exile he would have been quite comfortable. Crates of real food, bottles of drink, clothes, power crystals and even a fabrication wand, all for him. Does that seem fair?”
“I guess not.”
“Nor did I, so we took what we needed. We left him with enough to survive. He comes here when we require him. Now tell me daughter of Zor-El what were you and Zaltar planning?”
“To escape, as I told you Argo City needs me! The last city of Krypton will be destroyed unless I-”
“Yes, yes, I understand the need. We all have needs. We all wish to be free. My question to you is how? How did you plan to survive the Maelstrom?”
Kara hesitated again, apparently Zod did not know of their desperate plan. She didn’t even know if it would work but she didn’t dare to tell them.
“I… I don’t know, Zaltar didn’t tell me.”
“Hmm. Bring the scientist.”
Zaltar was dragged in by two of the ragged prisoners, his face was matted in blood, his robes torn to shreds, the old man was bruised all over his body.
“No!” Kara yelled and jumped to her feet. Non grabbed her waist and covered her mouth forcing her to mutely watch.
“Greetings Zaltar, I trust Non made you comfortable. Now tell me how you planned to escape. We all know it is impossible. Why did you and your lover try?”
Zaltar coughed some blood. Ursa poured some fresh water into his cracked lips and broken teeth. She tenderly massaged his neck, touching some vital points; the pain vanished from his expression.
“Again Zaltar, you are an educated man, one of the science council who condemned me here. How did you plan to escape?”
“I… I didn’t. I knew you would want my Kara, I knew I could not keep her from you for long… so I told her it was just a matter of climbing out. It would be better for us to die together then to see her in your clutches. I’m sorry Kara, I failed you.”
“So that was it, no brilliant plan, just an old man’s despair and a young girl’s naiveté. How pathetic. Such a waste… This young girl, does she even know who we are?”
Zaltar coughed and shook his head.
“Tell her old man. Tell her why she should be scared.”
“Kara… everyone sent to the Phantom Zone is a criminal, you know that. But these three, they are the worst. Zod planned to take control of Krypton and led a coup against the Science Council. The weapons he used helped destabilize Krypton’s core, he may be responsible for its destruction. But that is not the worst. They were sentenced the day Krypton exploded. Their mirror prison was knocked out of orbit and eventually drifted to Earth. There they found themselves with the same powers as yourself and your cousin. They killed many Earthlings and almost conquered that world until Superman defeated them and sent them here. I can only imagine what they will do for their revenge Kara, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Zod shook his head sadly and tsked a few times. “Remember this old man. You failed to save Krypton, you failed to save Argo city and now you have failed to save Kara. What we do now is almost a mercy.” He gestured casually “Kill him Ursa.”
The fatal female touched a few more points on Zaltar’s neck; he screamed in agony and was overcome by a seizure. He fell to the floor twitching for several minutes. When he finally died it was a mercy.
Non released Kara.
“No!” She ran to Zaltar and kneeled beside him crying. The three Phantom Zone villains stood back smirking, allowing her a few minutes to grieve.
Finally… “Now daughter of Zor-El come to Zod.”
Kara looked up at the aristocratic villain with hate in her eyes. She jumped to her feet and charged him screaming. She made it four steps before Ursa casually chopped the back of her neck. She fell to the ground, limp. Zod nodded to Non. The mute giant picked up the helpless girl and held her in front of the smirking general.
Zod gestured to the table, still covered with half-eaten dishes. “I trust you enjoyed your bath and your meal. For the daughter of Zor-El we could do no less. I remember when he and his brother Jor-El used their science to incapacitate my men. I remember their sham trial when they condemned we three this infernal place. I remember your cousin Kal-El as he removed our powers and tossed us down a pit into the Phantom Zone. And I promise you, each of these bitter defeats will be repaid out of your pretty hide.”
Kara shuddered in Non’s hands. Until entering the Phantom Zone she had never really known hunger, or fear, or pain.
“Her symbol offends me, Non, remove it.”
The giant grunted and tore her top in half. Kara managed a weak moan as the ‘S’ was rent in two and her breasts spilled out. Zod walked closer and put his hand on one breast, feeling it like a piece of meat. Another hand drifted lower to her red miniskirt. He pulled it up gazing at Supergirl’s well-formed legs and the blue panties that covered her nether regions. He pointed at the panties.
“She will no longer need these Non. Remove them.” The brute lowered on hand and squeezed Kara’s pelvis, the blond teen whimpered at the pain and humiliation. Then he yanked off the blue panties taking a handful of blonde pubic hairs with them. Kara cried out at the pain. Zod nodded again and Non tossed the limp girl onto the table. Bowls and glasses shattered under her, broken shards pressed into her back making small cuts through her cape and costume. Kara tried desperately to rise but her arms and legs were cut off from her brain. All she could do was whimper and lie there.
Zod moved around the table, between her legs. She seized her ankles and pulled her forward, the motion drove the glass shards deeper into her. Kara closed her eyes and looked away but Ursa was there, she twisted Kara’s head and raised it, making her look. Ursa touched her neck again and Kara felt feeling return to her limbs. Too late to do anything.
Zod undid the fly of his black trousers and grinned. “Tonight daughter of Zor-El you shall become the bride of Zod, I trust you are honored.” He grabbed her thighs and pulled them apart. She tried to struggle but had no hope against the stronger man.
“Nuh-no! Great Rao! NO!”
Ursa whispered in her ear. “Come now Kara, after that old degenerate Zaltar you must be aching for a real man.”
Kara bit her lip as Zod’s member penetrated her. It was nothing like the times with Zaltar, nothing! It hurt so much. “Please stop! Please!”
“Pathetic.” Zod said contemptuously as he continued to thrust into her. “I hoped the heir to Superman would show more spirit. Pah. You are not worthy to receive the seed of Zod.”
Kara breathed a sigh of relief as he withdrew but her hope was short-lived.
Zod grabbed her by her blond hair and pulled the slim girl off the table tossing her to the dirt floor.
“Now kneel daughter of Zor-El, kneel before Zod!” He pulled the struggling girl upright on her knees and positioned her mouth before his member. She tried to keep her mouth shut but Zod grabbed her cheeks and pinched her jaw. He jammed his thick member down her throat. The blond choked on it. In and out he rammed it while the girl gasped for air. She did not dare try biting; she knew it could cost her her life. Finally he jerked her head back and streams of hot, sticky cum shot into her mouth, eyes and hair. Zod laughed, wrenched her hair painfully and tossed the girl to the ground. “I expect your performance will improve daughter of Zor-El, I have high expectations for you.”
Kara lay for a minute on the dirty ground choking and gasping for air. She couldn’t believe how much she hurt. How could Zod do that to her? How could any man be so cruel?
She felt another hand in her hair and was jerked upright again. Non slammed her head into the tabletop and shoved her against it. She was on her stomach, feeling the crystal shards biting into her abdomen and breasts, and her feet were still on the floor. Her buttocks were exposed at the edge of the table. Non flipped up her red miniskirt.
“No! What are you doing? No!”
Ursa was next to her again, whispering like a serpent. “This is our little tradition when we find female prisoners. Zod is general and gets the first taste. Non is second but does not like sloppy seconds.
“Wuh-what do you mean?”
“You’ll see.”
Kara shrieked when Non’s fat finger entered her anus. A second finger followed; together they pried the narrow passage open a bit further.
“No! He can’t! It’s too small!” Kara cried hysterically. She tried to wiggle free but Non’s strong hand on the small of her back kept her pinned like a butterfly. “Please Ursa, please tell him he can’t!”
“Just relax Kara, it will be over soon.”
A third finger entered; to Kara it felt like there was a broomstick in there. She blubbered incoherently at the pain. But that was nothing compared to the agony that soon followed when Non’s thick dick forced its way into her virgin anus like a battering ram. Now Kara’s mouth opened and closed but no sounds came out. She was past words, past screams; her whole world was consumed by pain. Ursa spoke comforting words to the teen girl but Kara could hear nothing but the roaring in her ears.
Finally it ended, Kara felt a hot liquid leaking down the crack of her ass and the pain stopped.
She passed out.
Kara was floating, somewhere warm. She felt tender hands on her naked body and cooed. She felt lips on hers and returned the kiss. Her hands moved of their own volition around her lover’s body. This lover was warm and tender, and generous. Nothing like Zaltar. She moaned again and opened her eyes.
Ursa looked back.
“WHAT?!” Kara cried out. They were in the tub, soaking in hot water, both naked. “What are you doing? What’s going on?” Ursa’s cat-like eyes stared into Kara’s innocent blue ones. She gripped Kara’s head in her hands firmly. Kara could feel Ursa’s fingers on her neck. She shuddered; she knew what those fingers could do.
“I told you, we each take turns with our playthings. Now that you are clean again I find you attractive, daughter of Zor-El. Enjoy my attentions, return my affections. Otherwise I will simply return you to Zod. He is a vigorous man, I am sure he is ready to enjoy you again.”
“No! No please no… Not that.”
“Kiss me Kara, kiss me here.” Ursa drew Kara’s head to her nipples. The blond girl submitted and kissed the dark rings, sucking lightly. Ursa sighed contently and massaged a pressure point at the base of Kara’s neck. Kara’s body jerked and she felt warmth between her legs. She wrapped her arms around Ursa’s body and pulled closer. Ursa’s hand drifted down her back, each time it touched a vertebrae Kara felt a wave of pleasure taking her higher. Kara raised her head and kissed Ursa’s neck. Ursa’s other hand took Kara’s wrist and pulled Kara’s hand between her legs. The blond understood the message and began to massage Ursa’s pussy. Ursa reciprocated and the blond began to pant. Ursa whispered again in Kara’s ear, guiding the inexperienced girl. Kara learned quickly and soon Ursa’s body was dancing on her fingers. The deadly criminal cried out and jerked. The tub fell over spilled the naked women and precious water onto the now-muddy floor. But the two continued, making love in the mud.
When they finally finished Ursa rose and rinsed herself with a bucket. She dressed again in her black outfit and gestured for Kara to do the same.
Kara looked at her once proud Supergirl uniform. The red cape was dark and splattered with mud. The red miniskirt was torn ragged by crystal shards. The blue top was torn down the center and the back was also holed. Reluctantly she put it on, tying the top under her breasts to provide some small amount of modesty. Ursa laughed at her efforts. Kara looked down blushing.
Ursa raised her chin. “Remember your place here Kara. Zod, Non and I rule here. You and everyone else here live or die at our pleasure. Please us and you will live. Anger us and you will suffer. I like you daughter of Zor-El. I have no wish to see Non beat you to death or Zod choke the life from you. You are the only other woman here. The rest have been used up one way or another. So daughter of Zor-El you should take pains to amuse us, if you want to live.
“What do you mean?” Supergirl asked miserably.
“A word to the wise, you angered Zod tonight. If you wish to struggle against him you must struggle bravely, he will enjoy breaking you. If you wish to please him you must submit willingly and be his lover. Your pathetic begging only earns his contempt and shortens your life. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“Good.”
Ursa put Kara to work in one of the huts, boiling and churning the slime they harvested in large vats until it became an edible paste. It was hot, back-breaking work but she did the best she could. Anything was better than another session with Zod or even worse Non.
As she churned the vat for the thousandth time Kara wondered if this was all that was left for her. Misery in the Phantom Zone and occasional rape by Zod and the others. Was there no escape? No hope? Did Argo City even exist any more? What had happened to Earth? She tried to hold on to some hope. Zaltar had told her time worked differently here, it was possible only a few hours had passed on Earth. But it was also possible years had gone by. Not that it mattered. She was a double prisoner now, a prisoner of the Phantom Zone and a prisoner of Zod. She knew she could never get out of this camp without being caught and punished. And even then, without Zaltar’s wand the crystals she had no way out of the zone. It was hopeless. Despair set in. Her mind began to go in circles. Maybe Ursa would help her? Or Non? Surely even they did not want to the last Kryptonian city to die. Perhaps even Zod could be persuaded to help. But that would mean telling them the one secret she and Zaltar had kept, that the fabricator wand could be used to restore Kryptonian powers. And if they even suspected that was true the villains would use it themselves and Earth would be doomed. Kara decided then to keep the secret at all costs. She had failed Earth and Argo already, she would not fail them again.
Eventually one of the thin, ragged prisoners entered and dropped off two heavy buckets. He stared for a while at Kara’s body and reached out a hand towards her breasts. But then he stopped and slipped away, afraid. Kara reasoned she had been placed off-limits to the common prisoners. It didn’t make her feel any better.
After a while she started to smell something, something she had not smelled since Earth. Meat! The smell of cooking meat! There was no meat in the Phantom Zone of course, but perhaps Zod had confiscated some from Zaltar or used his wand to synthesize it. The smell of it made her stomach rumble and her eyes water. She tried to put it out of her mind, whatever luxuries Zod enjoyed would not be for her. But her stomach would not stop rumbling. She knew in the Phantom Zone she would grow hungrier and hungrier but never starve. Zaltar’s sprays helped relieve the hunger by tranquilizing the body but they did nothing to fill the stomach. Other than a few mouthfuls of porridge nothing had entered her stomach since she arrived. The rumbles got louder.
Then a shadow loomed in the doorway and Non gestured for her to follow. Kara hesitantly followed; the aches from her last session began to hurt again. She hoped he would be gentler. A dozen prisoners stopped and watched her pass with eager eyes. Kara wrapped her cape closer, trying to hide her body.
Non led her to the main hut where another meal had been served, this one consisting not only of the tasteless porridge but also of cuts of roast meat. Kara’s mouth watered when she saw it.
Zod gestured next to his seat. “Join us daughter of Zor-El.”
Remembering Ursa’s words Kara meekly sat on the floor next to the criminal and put her hand on his knee in a show of false affection. Non seated himself and Ursa joined them. The three criminals began to eat.
Sitting next to Zod, smelling the meat, made Kara hungrier still. She knew what she had to do. She gently rubbed Zod’s leg up and down with her hand and pressed her cheek against his trousers. She cooed contently, as if sitting at his feet made her happy. He unconsciously lowered a hand and stroked her hair a few times. She sucked on his fingers, tasting the juice. She moved her hand between his legs, feeling his penis through the black cloth. She rubbed it. Zod sighed. He lowered his hand again this time with a small piece of precious meat on it. He put it in her mouth, like feeding a dog. Kara closed her eyes and sucked on it, letting the juices run down her throat. Then she swallowed it and it was gone. And she was still hungry.
Non sat back and belched loudly, the meal was finished. But there were still some scraps on Zod’s plate. Kara looked at them eagerly. Zod looked at her expectantly. Kara felt her stomach churn again, in hunger and in revulsion for what she was going to do. But she forced herself to smile and rose to her feet. She climbed on Zod’s lap and reached into his pants pulling out the erect member. She kissed his neck and pushed her breasts against his chest. She felt his breathing speed up. She moved her hand to her own crotch and rubbed it, hoping to generate some lubrication before he entered her. But Zod pulled the hand away and thrust into her himself. Kara winced at the pain and bit her lip to keep from crying out. She wiggled her hips on his thick dick and moved herself up and down while Zod sat as impassive as a statue. Kara desperately shook her hips and squeezed her thighs together hoping to get a reaction from him. She kissed his neck and rubbed his hair and kissed his closed mouth hoping that something would please him. Finally she felt warm fluids flowing up her loins and Zod sighed contently. He tossed her off his lap to the floor and tossed a scrap after her. Then he rose and left.
Kara waited until he left and pounced on the scrap devouring it in one gulp. “Is this what I’m reduced to?” She though. “Fucking a man I hate for scraps from his table?” She licked the juices from her fingers and her lips. “Yes. And I will do what ever I must to survive. Somehow I will escape here but to do that I have to live.”
Ursa offered her hand and helped Supergirl to her feet. Non snarled at the two women but just stomped out. Supergirl looked apprehensively at the female villain and then smiled. Ursa returned the smile and said “I’ll want you cleaned up before anything else.”
“Yes ma’am.” Kara followed her out.
“I didn’t really want to kill Zaltar. He provided us with much entertainment and assistance. But after his clumsy attempt to conceal you from us and his clumsier attempt at suicide through the Maelstrom … we had no choice.”
Kara bathed herself in front of Ursa. The warm water felt so good on her skin. She realized that she no longer felt shy to be naked in front of the other woman, if anything she was displaying herself, rubbing her breasts longer than was needed. Modesty, it seemed, was another luxury Kara could no longer afford.
“Yes ma’am” Kara said unenthusiastically, the sound of Zaltar’s screams echoed in her head.
“But at least his death served some purpose.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“He was delicious wasn’t he?”
Kara stopped. She felt her stomach churn. “You don’t mean- NO! Nuh-NO!”
Ursa smiled. “Where exactly did you think we got fresh meat in the Phantom Zone? Waste not, want not.”
Kara doubled over and threw up over herself. She gagged for several minutes as her mind tried to come to terms with this latest outrage.
Ursa chuckled musically. “Oh Kara, I can tell you will be as entertaining as your late mentor. You’re so naïve, it’s amazing you lasted this long. Now clean yourself again and come to my bed.”
“You can’t… I can’t…”
“I can and you can Kara. Unless you want to end up like your late and digested mentor.”
Kara closed her eyes and began washing the puke off her breasts.
Hours later Kara emerged from Ursa’s hut, her nipples ached from Ursa’s bites, her back from Ursa’s scratches, but her loins were still wet from Ursa’s gentle tongue and deft fingers. Kara allowed herself a small smile. Her time in there had not been entirely unpleasant. Ursa was a surprisingly gentle and caring lover.
More importantly she’d learned Ursa had the fabrication wand and power crystals! She had even used them to restore Supergirl’s top and panties, complimenting how beautiful Kara looked in her costume. Kara had been alert for a chance to steal the precious item and none had presented itself but she knew sooner or later they would be together again soon. Ursa hadn’t slipped this time but eventually she would, and then Kara would escape.
Lost in her thoughts and her newfound sense of hope Kara walked right into Non’s chest and fell backwards into the muck.
“Non?” She said startled. The mute giant just grunted a reply. “Um, hello.” Kara started to climb to her feet but Non’s massive foot lashed out, stomping her stomach. She fell back into the mire.
“Hrrr.” Grunted Non, he pointed at her red skirt.
“I don’t understand. What do you-“
Non grunted again and stomped her between her legs. Kara winced from pain. Then she nodded. She understood.
She reached down to her skirt and to the blue panties underneath. For the third time that day she spread her legs for a villain. Non nodded and lowered his pants. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. He roughly shoved her against a hut wall and forced his way in. Kara bit her lip to keep from crying out. Even though her loins were still moist, Non’s member was thick and long. She felt like her tender vagina was being torn apart. It may have been just minutes or it may have been hours but eventually Kara felt Non’s burning seed shoot up her loins and dribble down her thighs. The mute giant released her and she fell into the ever-present mud. He stomped away with a contented grunt.
Eventually Kara dragged herself out of the mire, pulled on her muddy panties and limped back to the food vats. She started working again.
“Son of Jor-El!” Zod shouted. “Son of Jor-El hear the words of Zod! I have her, your cousin, the daughter of Zor-El! She is my concubine! My slave! Each day you ignore me she suffers! Free us or she will suffer agonies one thousand times greater than anything you can imagine!”
But the Maelstrom just howled, oblivious to his words.
“Perhaps he is still off-planet, she did mention that.” Ursa interjected.
“He will not leave the people of the Planet Houston for too long, he loves them too much. He will return, and when he does the price for his cousin’s life will be our freedom.”
Non grunted affirmatively.
On the other side of the Maelstrom Selena watched, listened and chuckled.
Time passed that way. Supergirl worked the vats, always tired, never able to rest. Eventually one of the Phantom Zone criminals would send for her and use her well. At least Ursa and Zod usually let her sleep for a while afterwards. Then she would be sent back.
She grew to recognize the slaves who delivered buckets of slime. She had a lot of time to think and wondered what they had done to deserve the Phantom Zone. Surely some were murderers or rapists but perhaps some were tax evaders and embezzlers who were caught in the Zone when Krypton was destroyed. No one would free them when their terms ended. Like Supergirl they were doomed to an eternal punishment they did not deserve.
There was one in particular, a handsome slave, young, who caught her eye. She also noticed he would disappear into Ursa’s hut. A plan began to form in her mind.
The slave often lingered when he entered her hut, glancing at her chest. The next time he entered Kara put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from leaving. The slave timidly reached out a hand and touched her breast. Then he stiffened, turned and ran from the hut.
The next time he came he lingered again, and once more touched her breast. He recoiled a bit in fear but her hands seized his wrist and pulled his hand back to her breast. The slave smiled. She pulled him closer and kissed his lips, she kissed back but she felt no tongue in his mouth, nothing. The slave broke the kiss and grunted, pointing at his mouth and Kara realized the horrible truth. Zod and his gang apparently prefer silent slaves. Or just enjoyed the taste of tongue. The slave turned to go; Kara took his arm again, despite this shock she had to go ahead with the plan.
“Listen” she whispered, “I have a plan for escape, but I need your help.”
The slave nodded.
“Do you remember what a fabrication wand looks like?”
He nodded again.
“There’s one in Ursa’s hut, and some power gems too. Find them and bring them to me and we can get out of this place.”
The slave turned back to the blonde girl and touched her breasts again. He squeezed them, stepped closer and pushed his crotch against her red skirt. He smiled and shrugged.
“Yes” Kara whispered “bring me the wand and we can make love, I promise.”
The slave smiled, squeezed her breast one last time and left. Kara watched him leave, wondering what would happen. Would Ursa even use him again? Would she spot him and would he end up their next grotesque feast? Supergirl had no way of knowing.
“At least I don’t have to worry about him telling anyone…” she muttered and returned to stirring the vat.
Naturally Supergirl had no idea how much time passed before the mute slave returned. Non used her twice in that time, both times in the center of the camp as slaves walked by. It was the only thing that broke the monotony. Her costume was dirtier and more torn now, her cape just a collection of rags, her skirt wasn’t much better. Her sprits were similarly strained. As more time passed Kara’s hope for Argo City and the Earth diminished. Would she end her days on Zod’s banquet table when he tired of her? That fear was the only thing she had left, she had to escape, she had to try, at least to avoid that fate.
Then… he came back. The mute slave grinned and pulled back some rags under them was the wand and a few power gems. Not many, but maybe, just maybe, enough.
The slave grabbed her butt and pulled the slender girl closer, he wanted his payment now. She weakly pushed him back. “Wait, wait one second.” She took the bundle of rags with the precious wand and gems and hid it near the vats; she splashed some muck on it to bury it. Then the slave’s hands were back on her, squeezing her breasts from behind. Kara rose to her feet and turned and kissed the slave deeply. She couldn’t stop smiling, it was real! She was really going to escape! She kissed him again, and in that place, at that time she genuinely loved that nameless slave. She pulled him to the ground, to a slightly less filthy patch of floor and pulled down her threadbare blue panties. The slave pulled up her blue top, distorting the proud ‘S’ and kissed her breasts. Supergirl shuddered with pleasure, she kissed the slave’s face, his hands wandered down to her hips, he shifted her and she felt his hot shaft slip neatly between her wet thighs. She sighed contently and began to move up and down on it.
Her mind raced, she was going to be free! And maybe, just maybe there was still hope for both her worlds! She started to pant, oh she felt so good! The slave under her spasmed and shook with lust, it had been so long for him! Supergirl arched her back, she could feel the pleasure building inside her, aching for release, she squeezed her eyes shut and pulled her legs together, trying to pull the slave deeper into her, she moaned softly then loudly and then, and then…
A strong hand rudely pulled her off. A black boot slammed down on her stomach. She coughed, dry-heaved and she looked up at Non.
Supergirl was pulled by her hair into the center of the camp. Zod was waiting, as were dozens of their slaves. Her helper was dragged out as well, his white cum spilling from his member as he silently begged for mercy.
“So daughter of Zor-El, I see we three cannot fulfill your lusts.” Zod chuckled dryly.
“Oh Rao, oh great Rao protect me…” Kara muttered. She was half out of her mind with fear, her poor body was still wet from her lusts and she was babbling childhood prayers to Krypton’s forgotten god.
Zod stroked her hair tenderly. “Do not be afraid daughter of Zor-El, Zod is not angry, Zod will not punish you, Zod understands.”
“Oh please Zod, please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Kara wept uncontrollably. She had come so close and it had been taken away from her.
“You are young and filled with desires. Allow me to satisfy them.” Zod helped Kara to her feet, she started to calm down, “maybe he will just rape me” she thought. Zod then turned her to face the slaves. Kara could see the lust in their eyes as they stared at her bare breasts. “N-no, oh Zod, no…”
“My servants will be very happy to satisfy your desires young daughter of Zor-El.” Zod shoved her forward into the arms of a large slave. He pulled her legs apart. Another one ran behind her and pulled up her skirt, his fingers explored her anus. Kara screamed in undisguised terror. More slaves closed in.
Zod smiled and turned to the slave. “And you can still serve us, one last time.”
Kara lost count of how many times she was raped before the slaves drifted away. Her anus was violated at least a dozen times before they were through. Her body was covered with cum and muck. As she lay there in the slime, oblivious to everything she began to smell something. Cooking meat.
She cried then.
After that ordeal Ursa had no comforting words or warm bath for Kara. She simply walked up to the girl and kicked her a few times. “Back to work you poor foolish girl. I hope you remember your station in the future.”
Kara had no hope, no desires left, not even fear. She blindly crawled to her feet and stumbled back to her hut. She had no will of her own left.
She worked blindly for some time before she noticed it. A pile of rags under some muck in the corner behind the vats. When she first saw it she jumped away, afraid to even think about it. But there it was. It was some time before she even looked at it again, longer still before she reached down and picked it up. It was the wand. And the gems.
She’d assumed Zod had known, assumed they had taken it back, that her punishment was for trying to escape. But here it was. Was it possible they did not know? Was her whole ordeal just a punishment for having sex?
But she was still afraid. She felt the eyes of Zod on her even now. She clutched the bundle close to her heart and felt the warmth of the power gems.
She remembered the warmth of Earth’s yellow sun and of her parent’s home in Argo City. And she decided then she would escape. Zod had done his worst, and she had survived. For the sake of Zaltar, for the sake of nameless slave who had helped her, for the sake of two worlds she would leave this terrible place and escape.
She looked back, the camp was clear of slaves and Zod’s companions. There was no day or night, no weather, no time in the Phantom Zone. She tucked the wand and gems into the pouch in her cape. There was no reason not to go now.
So she did.
There was no wall or fence around Zod’s camp. For one thing there was nothing to build them out of. The materials and fabricator tools they had taken from Zaltar barely allowed them to build the huts they used. But there was also no reason for a wall, this was the Phantom Zone, there was no where to go. The camp was near a formation of rocks that led to the Maelstrom. As soon as Kara was outside their shelter the wind returned, blinding Kara and cutting through her thin costume. She could only navigate by heading into the wind and enduring the pain and the cold.
She stumbled many times, cutting her knees and further tearing her costume. She cried and she wept but she kept going. The rocks became hills and the hills became mountains. The wind drowned out all other sounds. Looking up she could see it, a fiery red tornado of energy climbing endlessly into the sky. Zaltar said it was the interface between the Phantom Zone and Earth, that it led back to Superman’s Fortress. He also said no one had ever survived entering it.
She passed her first body. It was little more than a skeleton with rags, the skull was crushed from the impact, it had been hurled from the Maelstrom when some poor soul tried to enter. Soon she saw others.
She was near the end of her strength, she was tempted again and again to use the wand to restore her powers but she did not dare. With so few gems she might have only a few seconds of power, she had to get as close as possible. She crawled for the last stage of the journey until she reached it, a small ledge just a few feet from the Maelstrom. Zaltar had told her about it, this was the closest point. Kara crawled onto it, grateful that the ledge was sheltered from the Maelstrom’s howling winds. The wand was still safe in her cape, but she didn’t have the strength to use it the. Instead she collapsed there into a deep dreamless sleep.
Once more, she was awoken by kicks. She opened her eyes and screamed, she stumbled back, almost falling off the ledge but Non’s strong hand held her.
“Greeting daughter of Zor-El.” Zod said calmly.
Kara screamed again. A howl of defeat. Her head slumped down and she cried.
“We watched you leave and wondered what you were up to this time, nothing as dull as suicide I trust?” He looked up and down Kara’s cut and battered body. “There is an easier path you know, almost completely sheltered from the wind. We watched you stumbling, it was quite amusing.”
Kara wept again.
“What did you plan Kara? To call to your cousin for help? To beg for his aid? Feel free to shout to him. In fact I wish it.”
Kara said nothing.
“What’s this?” Ursa said noting a soft glow from Kara’s cape.
“NOTHING!” The girl shouted but it was too late. Ursa reached in and took out the wand. “Zaltar’s wand? But why? What did you hope to do?”
Kara remained silent.
Ursa slapped her. “Speak wench! Speak or we will feast on your bones tonight!”
Kara shuddered and tried to step back, Non wrenched her arm. Ursa reached forward and stroked Kara’s cheek. “It would be a shame to waste your pretty flesh, perhaps we won’t consume all of you, perhaps just a leg” she ran her nails down Kara’s leg “or a breast” she teased a nipple.
“P-please…” Kara said.
Ursa leaned in to whisper “just tell me Kara, just tell me and I can protect you, tell me what you planned.”
Kara’s mind raced, she couldn’t tell them, they would destroy the Earth if they escaped, even if only one of them escaped it would be a disaster.
Even if only one of them…
One of them…
But which?
A plan formed.
“The wand can restore our powers!” She yelled loud enough for all three criminals to hear. “But there isn’t much power, only enough for a few seconds, I don’t even know if there’s enough for one person to escape!”
Ursa looked at the bundle in her hand but Zod’s hand lashed out and grabbed her wrist. Ursa’s free hand was just as fast, it hit a pressure point on Zod’s arm and she was free. But Non was there too and seized both her wrists, Kara could hear bones cracking. Non brutally twisted Ursa’s arms and slammed his knee into her back. The wand fell to the stony ground. Zod picked it up.
“My powers… back. And a return to Houston. Thank you Daughter of Zor-El, perhaps someday I will build a memorial to you out of the bones of the fallen.” He placed a gem in the wand’s hilt.
Non growled.
“Yes Non, of course as soon as I arrive I will free you and Ursa-“ Non viciously backhanded Zod and the wand fell again, this time perilously close to the edge.
“You dare!” Zod shouted and punched the mute giant in the stomach. Non just grunted and smacked Zod again. The general went down. Non turned towards the wand but Ursa managed a kick at the back of his knee, the giant fell. The three criminals were all on the ground now, the crouched and turned towards one another growling. None dared to look away, a single lapse could mean death at the hands of the other two. They circled. They feigned.
Out of the corner of his eye Zod saw a flash of blue and red. “NO!” He shouted. It was too late. The three criminals watched helplessly as Supergirl jumped off the ledge with the wand in her hands.
The wind howled around Supergirl as she concentrated, focusing the wand on herself. She could feel the energy entering her body, recharging her cells, filling her with power. Her decent slowed, stopped and reversed! She shot upwards, into the Maelstrom, towards Earth.
The Maelstrom buffeted her, trying to force her back into the Phantom Zone but she persevered. Still, she could feel her strength waning, her powers fading. “Oh please, just a little more!” A powerful gust knocked her aside, slamming her into a cliff face. Supergirl tried to fly again but the wind was too strong and she was too weak. It took all of her remaining strength just to hold on. “NO! Please! Please! I have to get back! Please!” She shouted into the wind. “Please! Just a little bit more!”
“Hello Supergirl” a woman’s voice said pleasantly. “I see you’re in a bit of a fix. Tell me, what will you do to escape the Phantom Zone?”
“PLEASE!” Kara cried back. “I’ll do anything!”
“You’ll serve me? You will help me conquer this world?”
“Yes! Please! Anything!”
“Well then…” The Maelstrom began to reverse direction. Kara was torn from her precarious perch but shot upwards, up, up and away.
Back to Earth.
Back to Selena.
Lucy Lane hummed and swung back and forth in her cage. Like Jimmy Olsen she was hanging in a cage from the ceiling of Selena’s castle, living chandeliers for the self-proclaimed Queen of the Universe.
“Don’t worry Lucy” Jimmy whispered for the thousandth time. “Superman will come back and save us. Or even Supergirl!”
“Sure he will…” Lucy muttered.
But below them something was happening. Selena was standing in front of her magic mirror waving her hands and chanting. In the mirror Lucy could make out some kind of red storm swirling inside it. Something blue appeared in the mirror, getting bigger and bigger and then…
The mirror began to ripple like water then splashed outwards! Supergirl spilled from it, collapsing in a heap in front of Selena.
“SUPERGIRL!” Lucy and Jimmy yelled simultaneously.
“Welcome back.” The witch said with a smile.
Lucy and Jimmy’s joy was short-lived. For a long time Supergirl just lay in a heap at Selena’s feet. Lucy could see her costume was torn and filthy; there was blood on her hands and legs. What had happened to the heroine?
Finally Supergirl raised her head slightly and sobbed. She took the hem of Selena’s white gown and kissed it several times. “Thank you!” She cried between sobs “thank you Selena, oh thank you…”
Selena reached down and patted Supergirl like a dog. She pulled her clean white gown away from the dirty heroine. “Oh Selena, how long? How long was in the Zone?”
“How long Supergirl? I don’t know, three, maybe four hours.”
Supergirl began to laugh hysterically and then cried.
Eventually Selena commanded the heroine to rise, Supergirl climbed to her feet. Lucy got her first good look at the maid of might. Her costume was torn and dirty, her legs and hands cut and her panties were gone. But more disturbing than that were her eyes, Supergirl had been an embodiment of joy and life but now there was nothing of that to be seen. Her eyes were devoid of hope.
She stood timidly now, not proud, she did not dare look up or meet Selena’s eyes. The witch just smiled. “Now then I seem to recall we have an agreement. I’ve rescued you from the Zone Supergirl, now what will you do for me?”
“Anything Selena, anything you command.”
“Good girl.” She patted Supergirl on the head again, like a dog. “I see you’ve changed your costume, I like it, I like the rags, they suit you Superslave.”
“Thank you Selena.”
“Mistress Selena.”
“Thank you Mistress Selena.” Supergirl said with a sob.
“Now not that I distrust your word, Superslave but there is something else I must show you.” Selena reached into an ornate lead box and took out the Omegaheadron. The globe of power spun in her hands. Supergirl’s eyes went wide at the sight of her long-sought goal, for an instant it seemed the old Supergirl was back. But only for an instant.
“Behold!” Selena said gesturing towards her mirror. In it’s depths a light appeared, small and faint and flickering but it grew. Kara looked deep into it and saw…
“Argo!” The Kryptonian refuge was floating in Inner Space but something was wrong. More than half the city was dark, its towers were trembling, the whole city seemed on the verge of collapsing.
“They are almost out of power you know Superslave. You failed. You took too long and spent too much time enjoying the pleasures of this world, and now Argo is paying the price.”
Supergirl shut her eyes to stop from crying again. When she opened them the last vestiges of pride and hope were gone.
“But I can save it. Watch.” Selena passed her hands over the Omegaheadron a few times, the sphere spun and glowed, a matching glow appeared in Argo City. More lights appeared, the city stopped shaking. “So long as I am alive and have the Omegaheadron your city will live. But if you displease me Superslave…” Selena closed her hand; the lights in Argo went dark.
“NO! No Mistress Selena! I’ll do anything you say! Anything! Please! I promise!” Kara fell to her knees and clutched at Selena’s dress. Selena absently patted her on the head again.
“Of course you will Superslave. Now then for your first mission…”
The President of the United States looked at the map on his desk. There were a series of circles centered on a town in Illinois. Each circle had a date on it. The biggest one was dated a week from today and covered nearly all of the United States.
“There’s nothing we can do General?”
“Our conventional forces are useless. Any troops we send in there just fall under her spell. I’d like you to consider our nuclear options.”
“Not on American soil. Besides we know she can control machines, what happens if she takes control of some of those missiles you want to use?”
The General had no answer.
“First Zod and now this...” The President looked at the portrait of Lincoln on the wall. “Sometimes I think you had it easy.”
Supergirl calmed her mind by thinking of Argo. Her friends, her family, her whole world would live. As long as she obeyed. She loved this world but she knew her duty to her home. The white building Selena had described was just ahead.
“Mr. President! The Air Force had picked up Superman! And he’s headed for Washington!”
“Thank God!” The President exclaimed. “They’re sure it’s him?”
“Radar shows a man-sized object at MACH 4 and eye-witnesses saw a red and blue streak go by.”
“That’s good enough for me!”
The wall of the Oval Office shattered, plaster dust showered the President, the General and their aides. When they could see again they saw… well not what they were expecting. It was a blonde girl in a ragged Superman costume. Her cape and skirt were just collections of shredded red cloth, and the President thought he could see blond bush between her legs. She had none of Superman’s pride or courage, if anything she looked a bit sad and afraid. “Um, I’m Superg- I’m Superslave” she said with a resigned sigh. “Which of you is the President?” She asked hesitantly.
The Secret Service wasted no time opening fire while two agents pulled the President out a side door. Supergirl cried out in fear when the bullets hit but they bounced off harmlessly. She closed her eyes and sighed, then she thought of Argo and did her job. She flew through two agents, turning them into red mist. She pulled one off the president and threw him. She heard his bones shatter as he passed through the White House’s granite walls. The other let go of the President and backed away. A stain appeared between his legs. Supergirl pulled the President upright and said “Um, you have to come with me.” And then they were gone.
In the zone under Selena’s command brutal enforcers enslaved the population forcing them to work on massive statues and temples to their mistress. Gold jewelry was confiscated and melted down to gild the statues. In Chicago engineers worked on a plan for a statue that would dwarf the Sears Tower. Everywhere in her Empire everyone did the ‘loyalty dance’ three times a day to show their love for their queen.
Over the next few days the Premier of the Soviet Union, the Secretary General of the United Nations, the President of the People’s Republic of China and the CEO of Exxon joined Lucy Lane, Jimmy Olsen and the President of the United States in Selena’s hanging cages.
Despite this, the nations of the world vowed to oppose Selena and her Superslave.
Except for one.
France surrendered unconditionally.
(Sorry, bad joke)
But what could they do? Any troops who entered Selena’s domain fell under her spell, they became her enforcers. Any weapons fired into it were either destroyed or fell under her control. Worse yet her mysterious Superslave seemed as powerful as Superman and could strike anywhere. Some thought she was really Superman, transformed by some hideous spell. Others speculated Superslave was some magical creation of the witch. The few people who actually saw her reported she was beautiful but very sad girl, hesitant and almost apologetic as she performed her mistress’ commands.
Each day Selena’s sphere expanded, and it seemed no one could stop her.
Midnight in Selena’s castle, the witching hour.
“Time for today’s expansion” Selena gloated to her growing collection of captives. She walked over to the magical globe floating in the center of the throne room and looked at the red circle that now covered almost half of America. She took the Omegaheadron in her hand and chanted, “Sprits of shadow, hear my plea, force the world to bow to me!”
And the circle grew.
And her domain now extended from the Rockies to the Appalachians. Selena staggered a few steps and collapsed onto a couch, panting and sweating. Despite her bravado it was getting harder. Each time she expanded her domination spell it took more and more out of her. Why? She wished her old mentor Nigel could advise her. She almost regretted turning him into a mouse.
Supergirl arrived, landing lightly on the balcony, she had something tucked under arm wrapped in her ragged cape. “Ah Superslave, did you bring it?”
“Yes Mistress, the French were very cooperative.”
“Show me! Show me!”
Supergirl bowed and unwrapped the bundle. She held up the precious painting and Selena almost swooned. She tore it from Supergirl’s hands and held it up. “The Mona Lisa…” she whispered. “I’ve wanted this ever since I was a kid. Prince Ethan!” She called.
The former gardener turned Prince of the Universe stumbled in slowly. Selena’s love spells had made him a near-zombie. “Yes My Queen…” Ethan slurred.
“Oh Ethan how many times must I tell you to call me ‘My love’ you’re my consort, not a subject.”
“Yes my love.”
“Now take this and hang it over there, behind Michelangelo’s David and next to the Last Supper.
“Yes my love.”
Supergirl’s sad eyes locked on Ethan. He was the first man she’d seen when she arrived on Earth. She saw him standing in the lush green gardens of the school, with his shirt off and his hairy chest covered in sweat. The sixteen-year old heroine had wanted him then and there. Later one of Selena’s love spells went wrong Ethan fell madly in love with Supergirl. She felt guilty about his current state; Selena seemed to keep him like this as a petty revenge against Supergirl. Even more than the people she’d killed, the leaders she’d kidnapped and the treasures she had stolen Supergirl felt guilty for what had happened to Ethan. They were just strangers from an alien world; Ethan was someone she cared about.
“Now attend me, both of you.” The queen commanded. They knew what that meant. Ethan walked up behind her and began massaging Selena’s tired shoulders and kissing her slender white neck. The witch responded, kissing his hand and sucking on his fingers.
Supergirl’s job was much less pleasant; she crawled between the witch’s white legs up her skirt and began to lick her naked pussy. “At least her skin isn’t as salty as Ursa’s” Supergirl thought and then felt nauseous. How had she fallen so low that she could compare licking the pussies of two villainesses? The pussy became wet and slick with juices and Selena squirmed a bit. She raised a leg, planted it on Supergirl’s chest and kicked. The blonde heroine tumbled down the steps of the dais. Ethan came around and dropped his trousers. He slipped between Selena’s legs and thrust his hard dick in deeply. Supergirl watched helplessly as the man she loved fucked the witch she hated.
She turned to look at one of the mirrors in the palace, one that showed her fragile home floating in Inner Space. The city was still lit, still standing and that gave Supergirl some comfort. Her sacrifices had accomplished that much at least.
Behind her Selena gasped, panted, cried out and finally sighed. Supergirl turned sadly back and saw Ethan on his hands and knees lapping up their juices from between Selena’s legs. A tear fell unbidden down Supergirl’s cheek.
“Aw, Superslave, are you jealous?”
“No Mistress.”
“I think you are. I saw you in the Phantom Zone you know.”
“You-you saw me?!” Supergirl was suddenly afraid and ashamed.
“Yes, you were quite the little slut weren’t you?” The magic mirror changed, showing Supergirl in bed with Zaltar, on Zod’s lap, in a bath with Ursa, against the wall with Non, on the floor with the slave, and finally surrounded and gang-raped in the center of the camp. It shifted again becoming a collage of her face twisted in pain, in fear and even in desire. Supergirl looked away, trying to forget what she saw.
“You must be so lonely now. Well you’ve been a good slave, so let me reward you.”
“No, please don’t-“ Supergirl started to back away, fearful of whatever Selena was planning.
“Oh, I don’t mind. Spirits of Darkness hear your treasure, come to Superslave and show her pleasure!”
Supergirl didn’t have time to dwell on Selena’s terrible rhymes. She felt something grab her wrists and pull her down against the floor. Even with her super-strength she could not struggle free! Other unseen hands grabbed her ankles; they pulled her legs flat against the floor and pulled them apart, spread-eagling the heroine in the center of Selena’s throne room.
As her captive friends and the world leaders she had captured watched, Supergirl writhed on the floor. She could feel more unseen hands on her body, some hairy and clawed, others slimy and cold. They peeled up her shirt exposing her breasts and they teased her nipples. Her ragged skirt was hiked up and she felt something entering her dry pussy, feeling around and exploring her erogenous zone. She opened her mouth to cry out and another phantom limb slithered inside, she tried biting down but there was no give, it was like steel.
But the worst was yet to come; she felt a claw on her head, exploring the contours of her skull and face. But then it reached in! She felt it pass through invulnerable skin and bone into her brain itself, it felt around, touching parts of her mind, her body responded. Her hips began to buckle, her breathing sped up, sweat appeared on her skin, her face contorted and…
She screamed in pleasure! Her primal scream was almost loud enough to deafen the people in the room, had the throne room been smaller it might have.
Lost in the afterglow Supergirl barely noticed the invisible limbs withdrawing into whatever lost dimension they had come from. She just lay there panting for several minutes.
The captive onlookers naturally could not see the invisible molesters. To them it appeared that Supergirl had just fallen on her back and had an orgasm. “What a slut” Jimmy Olsen muttered, his faith in Superman’s cousin finally slipping away.
The next day came and went. In cities like New York, Los Angeles, Metropolis and Coast City people mobbed the airports and the docks, trying to get to somewhere, anywhere else. They knew Selena was only days away from complete control of the United States.
The Secretary of the Interior, the highest ranking official left who had not been kidnapped by Superslave or resigned to save himself was sworn in as President. The French Government collapsed.
And in Selena’s palace Supergirl added the Crown Jewels of England and the Crown Prince to Selena’s collection. She was ‘rewarded’ again with demonic rape.
When midnight came Selena once more withdrew the Omegaheadron from its container and stood before the globe. Ethan and Superslave were on their knees watching as she chanted her spells again. Selena’s skin, already white as a sheet seemed to become translucent; her blue veins were visible like a spider’s web on her face. Sweat poured from her brow and her words came in gasps. Her hand trembled, almost dropping the powerful sphere. She shrieked the last few words of her incantation.
And nothing happened.
For a few seconds.
Then her circle of control increased, barely. It was only slightly larger, its growth a mere shadow of the last few days.
Then Selena collapsed. And the Omegaheadron tumbled from her skeletal hand. Ethan and Supergirl stared at it for a minute. Afraid to act. But Selena did not move. Hesitantly Supergirl crawled forward and touched the Omegaheadron; she felt warmth and energy from it. Ethan crawled forward as well and took her hand. “She’s finished!” He whispered. “We’re free!”
“F-free?” Supergirl was afraid to even say the word after so many torments. After so many disappointments.
“She must have pushed herself too hard, she’s finished!”
“I’m free?” Supergirl began to cry. She hugged Ethan “I’m free! I can go home!” She kissed him, deeply. Ethan slipped below her skirt, grabbed her buttocks and pulled her closer. Feeling her bare pussy press against Ethan’s budging crotch excited Supergirl. Lost in the moment she used her strength to tear off Ethan’s pants and shirt and threw him to the floor. He responded by taking her hips and guiding the heroine onto his throbbing member. They both cried out as he entered. After days of slavery and torment they were free!
And then they were blasted apart.
Selena had risen and reclaimed the Omegaheadron! She seemed even thinner and weaker but was kept on her feet but some inhuman feat of will. “You dare!” She shrieked. “You dare touch my man! After all I did for you! Come and kneel and beg me to forgive you!”
“N-no…” Supergirl stammered as she climbed to her feet. “No more! I won’t serve you!”
“Then Argo city will die!” Selena gestured and the lights of Argo went dark again.
“NO!” Supergirl yelled, her eyes narrowed and red beams shot from them only to harmlessly bounce off a mystic shield.
“Sprits of Darkness” Selena began to chant “in the mists that whirl, bring forth your power and destroy Supergirl!”
Once more Selena’s bad rhymes had results. Behind her red mist whirled and a dark shape took form. Supergirl was frozen in horror as a huge claw reached down and seized her like a doll. She was pulled into the mists screaming. There she hovered between the creatures outstretched hands. It twisted its hands and Supergirl felt her body twisting as well! Her body and mind were warped like a corkscrew, shifted in and out of our dimension in defiance of the laws of physics. One arm stretched like taffy become 100 feet long while her other was compressed to half its size. Her legs were pulled out like unraveling cloth, her body twisted 180 degrees. Supergirl felt her sanity slipping away as the demonic creature pulled her through other impossible changes.
Selena laughed. She doubled over coughing, specks of blood appeared in her hand. Weakened she dropped the Omegaheadron again; it fell and rolled to Ethan’s feet. The poor gardener was crouching there, naked, afraid of what Selena had in store for him.
“Bring it to me!” Selena cried. “Bring that back now!” Timidly Ethan picked up the Omegaheadron and crawled on his knees towards Selena. She reached down and patted his head like a faithful dog. “Oh Ethan, you know I’m not mad at you. She’s the one who did this; she made you think you love her. I know you only love me. Now rise and take your place at my side.” Ethan rose to his feet, a regal robe materialized over him. But then Selena stumbled again, weakening further and Ethan caught her. “See Supergirl! See! He’s mine! This world is mine! Argo City is mine! Everything you tried to protect is mine!”
Twisting in the demon’s grasp Supergirl could only scream.
But behind Selena’s back Ethan’s face was a mask of grief and guilt. He loved Supergirl, and he could not bear what was happening, and in that moment his love for her was greater than his fear of Selena. He lifted the Omegaheadron and brought it down on the witch’s skull. There was a sickening sound like a watermelon splitting, a gusher of blood and Selena fell for the final time.
Several things happened on her death. The ceiling of Selena’s castle cracked and the whole building shuddered. Across the US her enforcers were suddenly transformed back into cops and soldiers.
The demon holding Supergirl was torn from our dimension, with the blonde heroine still in its claws. Supergirl could feel herself being pulled away, being cast into some nameless realm of torment that would make even the Phantom Zone seem pleasant. And part of her felt that after all her failures she deserved it. But she could still Ethan back in the throne room, she could see the Omegaheadron in his hand, she could even see the city of Argo cast into darkness. These things gave her the strength to carry on; she pushed herself and fought free from the demon back into the throne room and into Ethan’s arms. She kissed him again, this time they really were free!
He handed her the Omegaheadron and it glowed in her hand. The crystal computer on her wrist glowed with renewed power. A light swept over her costume, the cape and skirt mended themselves, the tears were repaired and the filth disappeared. Supergirl was restored!
The castle shuddered again. It was starting to crumble. “We have to get out of here!”
Like a tornado Supergirl evacuated everyone. One second Ethan was holding her, the next he was back in the town. The prisoners found themselves moved from their cages to the safety of the street, even the priceless works of art Supergirl had stolen were moved out before the castle crumbled into a pile of rubble.
And then it was over.
Jimmy and Lucy hugged Supergirl gushing praise. The people of the town cheered her. Even the world leaders she had imprisoned thanked her. No one seemed to care that Ethan was actually the one who saved the day. He just disappeared into the shadows.
But he could not hide from Supergirl’s vision. She made apologies and flew away from the crowd and landed next to Ethan. They looked at each other awkwardly.
“I’m sorry” they both said and then laughed. They hugged. They kissed.
Supergirl broke the kiss. “Ethan, I have to go back. I have to return the Omegaheadron to Argo City.”
“I understand.” Ethan said trying to hide his disappointment.
“But I’ll be back! I swear to you, somehow I will return!”
“I know.” He kissed her again on the forehead. Supergirl choked back a tear, stepped back and took to the air.
The Omegaheadron and her crystal computer opened a gateway to Inner Space and Supergirl flew through it. Ahead of her was Argo City, its light glowing brightly, she was going home.
Epilogue
The movie ends there but of course we don’t have to, we can look further and see what happened next…
“Kara Zor-El, also known as Linda Lee, also known as…” The judge sneered “Supergirl. You have been convicted of crimes against Argo city.”
Still in her Supergirl costume, Kara cried silently as the charges were read. Around her was the entire population of Argo, all looking at her with hatred. Even her parents looked at with a mixture of sadness and disappointment.
“The loss of the Omegaheadron.”
“Stealing a ship to search for it instead of other, more qualified people.”
“Delaying your ‘search’ to enjoy Earth food, fly through forests and flirt with a gardener.”
“Over three hundred citizens of Argo died when we lost power.”
Supergirl sobbed out loud.
“Killing dozens of Earthlings when you served Selena.”
“Please, she made me do that!”
“For these crimes you have been sentenced-”
Supergirl realized what the next words would be, “NO! Please! Execute me! Imprison me! Anything, anything but-“
“To an eternity in the Phantom Zone!”
Supergirl was still screaming when the judge touched a crystal and mirror appeared around her.
She was still screaming as the mirror fell through the floor into the desolate dimension called the Phantom Zone.
She only stopped when the mirror shattered and sent her tumbling into a pit of slime. She spat it out of her mouth and crawled out. She managed a few steps and then stumbled falling to her hands and knees.
“I have to move” she said, “If I head away from the Maelstrom then maybe-“
A black boot kicked her in the face. She looked up at the man in the black uniform.
“Oh no, oh God…”
“No. Zod.”
Supergirl screamed again.
Afterword
That was fun, dark but fun. Let me know what you thought, what you liked and what you didn’t. Feedback helps me make sure the next story is better.
Marcus