"You're mine Supergirl!"
Supergirl lay helpless on the examination table as Lex Luthor gloated over her. She struggled to free herself from the bonds, but she found herself with no strength. She tried to shape-shift into something that could break the bonds, but even that didn't help. Instead, she was helpless in her nightgown as Lex Luthor stood over her with a pair of scissors.
"What...What are you DOING?" she said as she looked in fear at the scissors. "When Superman hears about this..."
The very mention of the Man of Steel made Luthor's eyes go wide. "Superman? Him? Did he ever see you as I do? Hmm?" His free hand caressed up her bare legs. A lock of red hair fell down onto Luthor's face as his hand move up the nightgown. "Did you scream his name when we were in bed? Did you think about him when you were making love?" His hand reached her breast and he cupped it firmly, almost like it was a possession. "No! You screamed MY NAME! LEX! LEX! LEX! Remember?" He moved the scissors down to the bottom of the nightgown. "I own you, and now I'm going to take what's mine!"
Almost like a madman, he cut open the nightgown right up the center. When the scissors proved to be too slow, he threw them aside and simply tore into the silk material, ripping it apart like it was paper. She wore nothing underneath it. He then tore the sleeves open and then pulled the whole ruined material out from under her like a magician.
Supergirl's eyes went wide in horror as Luthor ogled her naked body. At that moment she wished she could at the very least turn invisible so he couldn't see her like this.
Very meticulously, Luthor began to disrobe himself. The Italian jacket and slacks were hung over the nearby chair. The red silk tie (a gift from Rush Limbaugh) and white silk shirt he lay on top. Supergirl never knew what happened to Luthor's shoes and socks, but it seemed he didn't wear them when he entered the room. Finally, he stripped off his monogrammed boxers and faced Supergirl. His body was lean and fit, the long red hair and beard crowning his face like a sun, as another circle of shorter red hair crowned his very big, and very ERECT, penis.
It was even bigger than Supergirl remembered! Twelve inches at least! It almost looked like Luthor had a third leg!
"Oh god! No..." Supergirl said with a whisper.
"I've been taking some of Gretchen's formulas," Luthor said with a devilish grin as he approached her. "I'm more of a man now than Superman EVER could be! And when I'm through with you, you're going to beg me for more!"
"No, Lex, please" she begged. "Don't do this! Please! DON'T!"
He got up on the table with his enormous cock playing between her legs. The tip began to ooze pre-cum over her blonde pussy.
"GOD NO! DON'T!!"
Luthor steadied himself above her naked body, preparing to ram his cock into her. "I own you Supergirl. And Lex Luthor TAKES what's his!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Supergirl awoke screaming in horror. Then she realized it was just a dream. She clutched her hands around her nightgown to reassure herself of that.
"Mae? Mae, dear, are you all right?"
Martha Kent came into the room. Jonathan Kent was right behind her. "We heard you screaming, dear. Are you all right?"
Supergirl closed her eyes and smiled slightly. "Yeah, ma, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare, that's all."
The Kents looked at each other strangely. It had been a while since "Mae" (as they called her) had referred to Martha as "ma." The only time she did was when she had taken the form and identity of their adopted son, Clark Kent.
Martha sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around the blonde girl. "Are you sure, dear?"
Supergirl hugged Martha like a daughter would a mother. "Yeah, ma. I guess it was the stress of the mission, that's all."
Jonathan put a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder. "You want to talk about it?"
She smiled. "Uhh...actually I'd like to get some fresh air, if you don't mind."
Martha kissed her on the forehead. "Of course, dear."
"Any time you want to talk about it, we're here for you Mae," added Jonathan.
"Thank you."
She waited until they left the room before getting out of bed. She wished that she was in Clark's old bedroom. Then perhaps she wouldn't feel so uneasy about calling Martha "Ma." But the Kent house was destroyed by Conduit months ago. That news didn't sit well with her, either. They were like parents to her, and Clark hadn't even told her when it happened. And it wasn't like she couldn't be reached--she was working with the New Titans! Clark could have easily placed a call to the Justice League and gotten them to contact her! But no, she had to find out the hard way after she returned from New Tamaran with Darkstar and Green Lantern.
Once she learned that Jonathan and Martha were traveling around the country in a RV, she decided the least she could do was treat them to a night or two in a decent hotel. She used part of the money she earned with the Titans for the first-class hotel suite that had two bedrooms. It sort of reminded her of when she worked with Lexcorp...and perhaps, she figured, was one reason for the nightmares.
She telekinetically transformed her nightshirt into her red and blue Supergirl costume and stepped out on the terrace. It was still the middle of the night, so she didn't have to worry about people noticing that Supergirl was one of the guests. "Maybe the night air will do me good," she said to herself.
She took to the skies, getting a bird's eye view of the sleepy resort town. It looked peaceful and quiet. No villains to defeat, no aliens wanting to invade, no earth-shattering crises to solve...and no Lex Luthor.
The very mention of Lex Luthor made her skin crawl. She had never known love before Luthor. And she had never known betrayal before Lex Luthor. The man had used her from the day he met her. He masqueraded as a son he never had, and in doing so resembled the Luthor from her planet. The man who had made her, and the man she eventually fell in love with before he was killed by three super-powered tyrants. She herself would not be alive if not for Superman.
She'd loved Luthor, and he'd used her at every conceivable opportunity. He'd treated her like a trophy, displaying her for the good of Lexcorp and himself. And he'd tried to restrain her from "danger." She'd initially thought that was because of his love for her, but she later learned it was because he WANTED Superman to die--so she could be Luthor's own personal "champion." When Superman faced Doomsday, Luthor had waited until the monster was at Metropolis before letting her go. When Superman died, she'd served as the "new champion" for Metropolis. And when it looked like Superman was going to come back, he'd ORDERED her not to help him face off against the Cyborg. After all, the "perfect trophy" needed to be preserved, she thought.
Then there'd been the sex. Not only was Luthor a domineering tyrant in the boardroom, but he was monster in the bedroom! He'd fucked her in every conceivable position imaginable, and then because she was a shape-shifter, fucked her in every inconceivable position! She'd shifted her form so many times that sometimes she'd been afraid she was going to return back to her protoplasmic state! And she'd changed into so many different women! Maggie Sawyer, Cat Grant, Madonna, the First Lady, Wonder Woman, Batgirl, Black Canary...not to mention every women ever employed by Lexcorp! But the absolute worst secret, the one she swore she would NEVER tell Clark, was that Luthor's favorite sex role had been for her to morph into Lois Lane!
But back then none of it mattered, because she'd LOVED Lex. She'd lied for Lex. She'd supported Lex. And at one point, if she'd been told to, she would have KILLED for Lex.
And it was only after she saw for the first time what Luthor was really doing, that she realized she was being used! She'd gone berserk at first, but later learned how she could do a lot more good by helping Clark and the government bring down Luthor. She'd thought she could do this by joining the Titans...but now it looked like the Titans were finished. She didn't know what she was going to do next, but one thing was certain, she was going to bring down Luthor if...
Just then a flash of light caught her attention. She flew over to find out what it was.
A truck carrying gasoline has jackknifed across the highway and caught fire. She knew the flames could reach the gasoline tanks in a matter of minutes, and turn the whole section of highway into a fireball!
She landed near the cab of the truck and pulled the unconscious driver out. Then, after carefully moving him to safety, she turned her attention to stopping the fire. There were no lakes that were close enough for her to toss the truck into, and the fire would only spread faster if she picked up the truck and flew it anywhere. She even considered shape-shifting herself into a gooey substance that would smother the fire, but she didn't know exactly what kind of substance to try.
Then she remembered a scene from a Fantastic Four cartoon. Supergirl surrounded the whole truck with a telekinetic field, then concentrated HARD to seal it shut...blocking out the oxygen. Sweat beaded down her beautiful face as she concentrated like never before. It seemed like an eternity for Supergirl, but in a matter of minutes the fire was out.
She heard the applause of the stranded motorists, as well as the sirens from the police and fire units as they tried to arrive at the scene. She rested by the hood of the nearest vehicle. She had NEVER thought about using her psychokinetic powers that way before, and the strain on her whole body was enormous. She felt like her body was swimming in sweat.
"Are you all right, Supergirl?" a state trooper asked.
"Yes," she replied. "Thank you, officer. I just never..."
Just then she saw a glimpse of a man behind the truck. He was bald, with the striking features of...Lex Luthor!
She pushed herself up from the hood of the car. "Excuse me, officer," she said before she flew behind the truck.
But he was gone.
Supergirl spent the day with Jonathan and Martha Kent as they went on a scenic tour of the little resort town. After the nightmare about almost being raped by Lex Luthor, seeing what she thought was Luthor himself really shook her up. She needed some time away from being Supergirl. Some time to be just "Mae."
She decided to be as inconspicuous as possible. She tied her hair back, changed into a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, and then put on a pair of wire-frame glasses. "If it works for Clark, it should for me," she said to herself. "Besides, Jonathan and Martha wear glasses, so I'll just look like I'm their daughter or something."
Martha took "Mae" to the local outlet store while Jonathan tried to call Clark and let him know where they were and that Supergirl was with them. Ever since had Clark brought Matrix home from the dead husk that was once an alternate Earth, Jonathan and Martha had treated her like the daughter they never had. And when Luthor had betrayed her trust, the Kents were there for her.
"Mae?" Martha said as she pulled out a dress from one of the racks. It was a simple dress, red with white fringes. It buttoned up the front and had a very modest V-cut at the top. "What do you think?"
Mae thought about it for a second. "Hmm...no, I don't think so, ma."
It was conservative. Too conservative for her tastes. Sure it would have been OK for her when she thought she was an alternate version of Lana Lang, in a world that seemed to be twenty years after its time. But today, as "Mae," she didn't care for it. She'd gotten used to wearing some of the finest designs in the world when she was with Luthor. Plus, she liked showing off her body. She got a secret thrill flying around as Supergirl with all the guys trying to peek at her red panties under her short red skirt. She'd even thought about not wearing panties once, but she knew Clark would object to that. There was even a section on the Internet called "alt.supergirl.panties" that she visited once using Clark's computer. The standing argument was whether or not she was a natural blonde. She was almost tempted to let them know she was a natural gray blob of protomatter.
Seconds later, Mae found a dress that was more to her liking. It was red, with a pleated short skirt that would barely reach the top of her thighs, a low cut back, and the only thing holding it on her body would be two spaghetti-thin straps on each shoulder.
"I like this one better," she said holding up the dress to Martha.
Martha wrinkled her nose slightly. "I dunno Mae...most women I know don't wear that sort of stuff. It shows off too much of your skin."
"Well I don't mind that, ma. I sort of like what I have," she said with a grin. She looked at it for a second, and then put the dress back on the rack.
"Aren't you going to try it?" Martha asked.
"That's one of the pleasures of being a shape-shifter," Mae whispered. "I can wear whatever I want to with just a thought! Window shopping has a whole new meaning for me."
Martha chuckled. "I guess it does, Mae."
As they left the store, a white limousine pulled into the parking lot. It instantly caught the attention of Supergirl and Martha Kent.
"Hmm..." said Martha. "I didn't expect to see any limousines here."
"Neither did I," Mae said. "But look at it. It's not even trying to find a parking spot! It's almost as if..."
Just then she caught the license plates of the limo. "LEX1"
Lex Luthor's limousine!
"He IS here!" Supergirl exclaimed. "Ma, get to a phone, call Clark and let him know Lex Luthor is here. I'm going to find out where he's been hiding."
"But Mae...Mae...wait!"
But it was too late. Supergirl ducked behind the building just long enough to transform her clothes into her Supergirl outfit and then turn herself invisible.
She knew that if Luthor was trying to hide, he was doing a poor job of it by going around town in his own stretch limousine! Besides, she wondered, wasn't it destroyed when Luthor tried to destroy Metropolis?
Being suspicious, she kept her distance from the white limo and hovered overhead, trying to see if she could catch a glimpse to confirm that Luthor was indeed inside. Ever since his escape from custody, Luthor had been frustrated the attempts by both Superman and various law enforcement agencies to recapture him so he could stand trial. And while her business with the Titans often took her in different directions, she was still willing to do whatever it took to see that Luthor didn't hurt any more women like he'd hurt her!
Martha Kent found her husband and let him know what was going on.
"Hmm...Well, Clark wasn't at his apartment, so I guess either he's with Lois or there's a problem somewhere he needed to fix as Superman."
"Well, we HAVE to let him know that Mae is going after Lex Luthor!" insisted Martha. "I don't want to see her hurt any more than that man has already hurt her!"
"I know, Martha, I know," Jonathan said as he put a reassuring arm around her. "We both love her like a daughter, and I know Clark loves her like a sister." He fished through his pocket for another quarter. "I'll see if Lois is at home..."
"Oh, Clark!" Lois moaned as she cupped her full breast. "Oh, Clark...Mmm...stick it in me...OOOOH Clark. Oh baby... fill me up!" Lois was panting hard as she pinched her nipple. "Oh god...oh baby...fill me up Clark...UUUNNGGHHH... Oh god...Oh...Oh...Oh god, Clark, I'm gonna cum...I...I...IEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..."
RING!
Lois just sat lay there on the bed panting as the phone rang. On the third ring, she reached over and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Lois? Lois, this is Jonathan. Is Clark there?"
"Clark?" she said as she sat up. "No, sorry, Jonathan...he's not here..."
"Lois? Are you OK?"
"Yeah," she said as she pulled the steel vibrator out of her brown muff. "I was...just finishing a workout...you know, aerobics and stuff? Why? What's wrong?"
"Well, Mae is here with us, we ran into her on our way to Chicago and she put us up in a nice hotel here...anyways, Martha says the two of them saw Lex Luthor's limousine driving through here in Sugar Creek..."
"Lex Luthor?" she said startled. "What's he doing in some place called Sugar Creek?"
"We don't know dear...anyways, we wanted to let Clark know so he'd help Mae catch Luthor. But he doesn't seem to be at his apartment, so we figured we'd try you..."
"Well, I don't know, Jonathan. Clark has been pretty busy of late. I don't even know where he is at times."
"Yeah, I can understand Lois...it's sort of like being engaged to a doctor, you just don't know when he'll be needed. Anyways, we need to let Clark know, so PLEASE when you see him..."
"I'll let him know the first thing," Lois said. "And I'll see if there's someone else I can get a hold of to help..."
"OK, dear...thanks."
"Bye, Jonathan."
As Lois hung up the phone, she looked down at her naked and sweat-soaked body. I WISH Clark really was here, she thought to herself. This vibrator's nice, but it sure as hell isn't a substitute for his cock of steel! She stood up and headed for the bathroom, thinking, I'd better take a shower and then see if I can find SOMEONE who can help Supergirl.
"IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Roxy Leech screamed in horror as every fiber of her clothing was torn apart and flew off her body. Her white T-shirt, her khaki shorts, even her lace bra and panties seemed to fly into pieces, exposing her young nubile body to...
"SUPERBOY!"
"Oops!" Superboy said with a grin. "Sorry, Roxy. I guess I got a little out of control with my tactile-telekinesis. All that working out with Knockout, you know."
"Yeah, I'll bet!" she said as she slapped the young man in the face and then rushed to her bedroom.
How could he do this to me? she asked herself. All this time she'd been ready and willing to bed Superboy, until that hussy Knockout had shown up. Ever since she'd pulled that little striptease with the kid a few days ago, he'd been anxious to see every woman around him naked. First Tana...now her!
Just then the phone rang.
"Hello?" she said as she sniffled.
"Hello, this is Lois Lane of the Daily Planet. Who am I speaking with?"
"This is Roxy Leech."
"Roxy? Oh, Rex's daughter...OK...Well, I need to get a hold of Superboy. It's urgent."
"Hold on," she moaned. "I just saw him a second ago." She headed back out into the living room, but all she saw was her father coming into the house.
"ROXY!" he said startled. "What are you doing walking around bare-ass naked??"
"Where's SB?" she said. "Lois Lane's on the phone. She says it's urgent."
"The kid? Oh, he just left with Knockout. Something about more power training."
"Yeah, I'll bet." she mumbled and then went back into her bedroom. "Sorry, Ms. Lane, SB just left a few minutes ago."
"What about Dubilex?" Lois asked. "Can't you ask him?"
"Yeah, well, I don't know where Dubilex is. He's probably off exploring the island with Krypto."
"Well if you see Superboy let him know to call me, OK? It's really urgent!"
"I will," Roxy said. "Bye."
Supergirl followed the stretch limo for ten miles outside town. It didn't stop once after leaving the outlet mall, which sent a chill down her spine. Does Lex know I'm following him, she asked herself. No, he couldn't have spotted her.
Just then, the limo made a sharp left off the paved highway and down a dirt road. The sign at the start of the side road read "LEXCORP MINING COMPANY." The words "CLOSED" were sloppily painted on top of the sign.
Supergirl kept her distance overhead, making sure she got a bird's eye view of the abandoned mining facility before she made her attack. It was going to be a simple reconnaissance--scope out the area, make sure Luthor was there, and then come back with Superman to take Luthor down once and for all.
She had hoped the limo would stop by one of the office buildings so she could easily get a visual confirmation of Luthor. He had played an annoying game of deception before, and she wanted to make sure he was here! Instead, the limo pulled up into the mouth of the mineshaft, which was apparently enlarged to support the long vehicle. She had no choice but to follow it inside.
The limo drove only a few feet into the mineshaft before its driver got out and moved to the passenger section. The chauffeur was a very statuesque redhead, with a killer body clothed in a very tight traditional chauffeur outfit. Very typical for a Lexcorp employee!
Supergirl hovered above the limo, waiting to see if Lex exited. Instead, the female driver reached into the back of the car and pulled out what appeared to be a person covered in a dark blanket. In the diminished light of the mine, Supergirl couldn't tell who the second figure was. Was it Luthor? Could it be him? Why was he hiding under a blanket? Was this a trap? The questions flooded her mind. She HAD to make sure.
The duo ran briskly down the shaft until they came to a steel-encased opening. The driver typed in a series of codes, then the massive door slowly opened.
Supergirl waited until the last possible second before diving at super-speed through the opening. Trap or no trap, she HAD to know if the figure under the blanket was Luthor.
Once the doors closed she saw that the duo had vanished down a hallway. She remained invisible and hovered off the floor until she reached the end of the corridor. The door at the end was solid oak and had the initials 'L.L.' ornately carved on them.
"No sense playing it safe now," she mumbled as she made herself visible.
With a powerful telekinetic blow, she blasted the doors apart, revealing a decorative drawing room on the other side. She walked in, ready for anything.
A lone figure sat behind a Victorian desk. He wore an expensive charcoal gray suit with a white shirt and black tie. He was bald, yet he still had the determined face and piercing eyes of the man she once was in love with...
"Luthor," she whispered under her breath.
"Hello, Supergirl," Lex Luthor said nonchalantly. "Welcome to my little abode. I'm glad you decided to stop by instead of sneaking around like some ghost. Would you care for some tea? I've got your favorite..."
"I'd rather see you behind bars!" Supergirl spat out, and then charged at super-speed towards him.
But instead of reaching Luthor, she instead impacted heavily on an invisible barrier. Instantly, she heard the doorway behind her slam shut with a second metallic door replacing the wooden one she'd shattered to get into the room.
"You must be kidding, Luthor!" she said. "I can break through this barrier and have you in custody before you can say 'I want my lawyers!'"
Luthor stood up from behind the antique desk. "Really?" he said. "Then perhaps I should make it somewhat more of a challenge..."
He pointed his left hand at Supergirl, and she saw that it held a remote control device that looked much like a simple ink pen. He clicked on the end.
A microsecond later, a beam of blue energy hit Supergirl from behind. She expected to feel pain, but instead she felt pleasure where the beam hit her.
"L-L-Luthor," she said in almost a murmur, "I d-don't know w-w-what this is, b-but it'll m-m-make your c-c-capture all the m-m-more pleasurable..."
Luthor smiled. "Well then, I guess it's not that much of a challenge...Hmm...how about this?"
With another click of the pen-like remote, two more beams hit her from either side. She could feel absolute pleasure rippling through her body--almost orgasmic pleasure--which focused especially on her breasts. She could feel her nipples get rock hard and swell underneath her outfit, and she could detect that her panties were starting to get wet under her short skirt.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-what a-a-a-are y-y-y-you d-d-d-d-doing t-t-t-to m-m-m-me?" she demanded as the waves of pleasure hit her hard.
"Some time ago, I acquired a little toy from a young fellow named Lord Easystreet. He called it an 'Orgasmatron.' He even said it managed to bring down someone as powerful as Wonder Woman, but I wasn't convinced about his idle boasting until I could try it out myself on someone I knew. I'll be sure to thank him the next time I see him!"
Supergirl could only pant as the blue waves of energy pummeled her body with total ecstasy. She knew her panties were absolutely drenched in cum and she was beginning to feel an orgasm coming on. She tried to keep it silent, but her panting made it all the most evident. Her body shook and she could feel herself start to swoon.
"Oh, don't drop yet, Supergirl," Luthor said as he moved closer to the barrier that separated them. "This little experiment isn't over yet."
With another click of the remote, a beam erupted from the floor, targeted straight at Supergirl's cum-soaked crotch. She screamed in absolute pleasure as the beams hit her. Never before had she experienced such pure unadulterated pleasure in her life! She desperately needed to get out of the room, or at least out of the way of the full force of the beams...then maybe she could survive long enough for Clark to come to her aid.
Drenched in sweat, she slowly started to work her way towards the locked door. She was too weak to use her telekinetic powers, but she hoped she would possess enough strength to open the metal barrier that trapped her.
"Oh no you don't," Luthor said with a devilish grin. "If you have THAT much fight left in you, then you should be able to handle the FULL force of this device!"
Supergirl's eyes went wide as she heard that. She turned around, and was just about to mouth the words "NO!", when he clicked the remote again. This time the rays from the Orgasmatron came from ALL corners of the room, and at an intensity she could never have imagined was possible.
"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed as she experienced multiple orgasms one after the other. "N-N-N-O-O-O-O-O!!!! P-P-P-P-P-P-PLLLLLEASSSSSEEEEEE L-L-LEXXXXX S-S-S-S-S-S-S-STOPPPPPPP TH-TH-THISSSSSSSS!"
She could feel her body start to lose cohesion as she shook violently amidst the pleasure and the intensity of the beams. Her skin turned gray, and she could feel her uniform returning to its protoplasmic state. Then blackness consumed her...
When Supergirl awoke, she immediately noticed something was wrong...
No, not the slight trembling in her limbs from the multiple orgasms she endured. Nor the buzzing in her head that she couldn't determine if it was from being rendered unconscious or an after-effect of the Orgasmatron. Nor the restraints that pinned her spread-eagled on a cold metallic table. Those realizations came afterwards.
Rather it was her CLOTHES...
Those who knew her were aware that Supergirl's clothes actually were just an extension of her protoplasmic body. They were as much a part of herself as her blonde hair. This was why she was able to change clothes with just a thought. But the clothes on her body now weren't part of her body--they were REAL CLOTHES that had been placed ON her body. And a fairly close likeness of her Supergirl outfit, as well!
Just then Lex Luthor entered the room. He no longer wore the expensive business attire, but instead wore a simple gray jumpsuit.
"Hello, my dear," he said nonchalantly. "I hope you slept well."
"Fuck you, Luthor!" she spat out with obvious venom. "What the hell is this? What's with the restraints? What's with putting this bogus costume on me?"
Luthor picked up a computer notepad and made some calculations on it. "To answer your first question," he said without looking at her, "This is my little workshop. You will be calling it home."
"Like hell I will!"
He continued. "To answer your second question, they are for my safety, because obviously you will not cooperate with me for the things I have in store for you. But in time, I won't be needing them."
"In your dreams, baldy," she said defiantly. "The minute I'm free, you'll WISH you killed me!"
Again, Luthor continued. "To answer your third question, you will find that I have negated your powers, by a process I will explain shortly. I'm sure for modesty's sake you'll be thankful I thought about giving you ANY kind of clothing. And as for your little statement before those questions..." He looked up at her with a devilish grin and said "All in good time, my dear!"
Supergirl's eyes went wide when she realized the implications of that statement. "You WOULDN'T DARE! I am a member of the Titans now! Part of a federal agency! The very act of capturing me is a violation of federal laws! You'll get the death penalty!"
Luthor smiled as he turned his attention back to the electronic notepad. "Do you REALLY think that would stop me? Lex Luthor has done much worse than even you could comprehend, and done with complete impunity I might add... Now, are you feeling any dizziness? Any kind of nausea or fever?"
"No...all I feel is the burning desire to see you behind bars!"
He reached over with a free hand and started feeling Supergirl's face. "Hmm...well, as I was saying, you were given a special implant while you were briefly in your protoplasmic form. You probably could feel a slight headache when you awoke, but the sensation will slowly fade as your body adapts to the device..."
He then caressed her hair, almost lovingly. "It works much like your own mind in controlling your body and all its wonderful powers. Once installed, it begins to learn every aspect of your body and all it can do. The first thing I've done is use it to negate all your super-powers. You are no more powerful than any human female." He then drew his hand down to her breasts. "Hmm...very nice work indeed...my counterpart on the dead planet really did his job, didn't he?"
"Shut up!" she said with venom. "You are NOTHING like the Lex Luthor I knew and loved! NOTHING! He didn't treat me like some kind of lab rat!"
"Of course THAT Lex Luthor wasn't interested in you as I am," he said as he tugged on the end of the top that was neatly tucked underneath her red skirt. He pulled the end loose, exposing her soft belly as he slipped his hand underneath to her naked breasts. "He wouldn't be wondering if your nipples were getting hard at this touch, like a human woman's would. He wouldn't be wondering if your breasts would swell with anticipation...as yours are now at my touch."
Sure enough, Supergirl's breasts WERE swelling and she could feel her nipples getting harder with the almost gentle caress of Luthor's hand. She grimaced, trying desperately hard to change herself, or to even gain some semblance of control over her body again. She tried thinking about all the things Luthor had done in the past...the way he'd hurt the Kents, hurt Lois, and hurt her. But her body continued to betray her mind. She felt this ever more as Luthor moved his hand past her belly, and down underneath her skirt to the waistband of her panties.
"N-no," she said, almost pleading.
"You're wet down there. See? The body DOES betray the mind after all," Luthor said with a smile as he withdrew his roving hand and put the electronic notepad down on the nearby table. "You will be mine, Supergirl. Body and soul. You will be mine!"
"I'd rather die!" she said as she began to feel she was reliving her worst nightmare.
Luthor smiled. "We shall see..." Then he began to remove his jumpsuit.
"What are you DOING?" she demanded.
Luthor smiled as he pulled the jumpsuit down to past his hips. "I'm going to take you, Supergirl. Just like I said I would."
Supergirl's eyes went wide as she saw Luthor's chiseled, hairless physique, and then she saw his HUGE cock as it started to grow and harden. It was clearly nine-inches flaccid, but once it started growing it looked like it would be over a foot long!
My god! she said to herself. My nightmare is coming true!
Luthor grabbed hold of his huge member. "My friend here has been painfully lonely," he said with a chuckle. "He misses your sweet cunt!"
"Don't you DARE!" she screamed. "Don't you DARE do this! Every hero in the world will come screaming for your blood, I promise you!"
"They'll just have to take a number!" Luthor said as he leapt onto the table and stood in front of her. His now hard monstrous cock stood right in her face as he peered down to her chest. "I've been waiting a LONG time to do this."
With both hands he ripped her tunic open right across the S-shield, exposing her B-cup breasts, the nipples of which were already hard.
"Oh god, please, Lex," she said as she began to sob. "For what we had, I beg you...PLEASE do-"
She couldn't finish those words because Luthor shoved his hard cock into her open mouth. "That's more like it!" he said with satisfaction. "Just suck on that for a while. And no biting! Remember, you're human now. I can hurt you in more ways than you know."
Supergirl started to gag as the huge cock was forced into her mouth. Tears streamed down the sides of her face and she felt Luthor's hands on her breasts. Then she felt Luthor's hand reach down and rip her panties off; she felt a chill as his fingers thrust themselves into her wet pussy. She screamed as she was forced to suck on his cock. The vibrations from her mouth only adding to his pleasure.
Luthor looked down at her with a sinister smile. "Excellent! You DO know how to suck cock after all!"
Supergirl barely caught Luthor's statement. She was more interested in trying to free herself while still sucking on his monstrous member. In all the time she'd been intimate with him, he had NEVER been this big! She wondered if his deal with the devil Neron had something to do with that. But the statement he'd just made finally caught her attention. She'd gone down on Luthor before (when his cock was more normally proportioned, that is) and he'd often commented that nobody could suck his cock like she could. So WHY was he acting as though it was his first time?
She was brought out of her concentration by a huge rush of sperm. Luthor came inside her mouth, making her gag with his semen, some of it spraying out of her mouth.
Luthor pulled his cock out from her mouth. "Aw...you didn't swallow. Well, you certainly are a mess, aren't you?" He pulled her cape off from underneath her body and used it as a rag to clean off her face and the table. "There, that's much better."
Supergirl could only cough and fight to keep the bile that was building up inside her. She had never retched before, and she certainly wasn't going to start now!
"Now," Luthor said as he hoped back on the table, his cock already hard again, "It's time for the Coup-De-Gras!"
Supergirl coughed as she began to realize what was going to happen. "No, Lex...please...not there...not there!"
The tip of his cock touched her wet vagina. Pre-cum was already starting to ooze from it. Just like in her nightmare.
"No, Lex," she begged. "Please...no..."
Then it slid into her.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! OH GOD IT'S SPLITTING ME OPEN!!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Luthor said with satisfaction as he began to inch his massive cock into her cunt. "YES! That feels SOOOOO good! This will be SOOO wonderful!"
She tried to shut everything out. Tried to shut out the world. Tried to shut out everything going on. But it wasn't possible. His cock was too big. The waves of pleasure and pain swept over her too fast.
"UUUUNNNGGGHHH...Lex...n-n-no...p-p-p-p-please! OHGOD!! It's UUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!! It's too big... I can't...I can't...UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!!!"
The huge phallus was deep inside her. Deep inside her all-too-human-looking vagina and womb. Luthor said nothing, but the huge smile on his face was very uncharacteristic of the millionaire businessman, who always fucked with a straight poker face. He began to pump his cock in and out of her, building a rhythm.
"NOOOO!!" Supergirl screamed. "NO! DON'T DO THIS!!! UUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!!! OHGOD NO LEX!!!! UUUNNNNGGGHHH!!! DON'T!!!" She could feel him start to climax. "LEX, NOOOOO!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!! DON'T CUM IN MEEEEE! OHGOD!! IIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
But it was too late. Luthor winced. Then he shivered. Then convulsed as his cock sprayed his sperm deeply inside her. Deep inside her body. It almost felt like a fire hose of sperm spraying into her.
Finally, Luthor got off the table and looked down at the prone body of Supergirl.
Her skirt was hiked up to her navel. The blue tunic with the trademarked S-shield was ripped down the middle, exposing her average but swelling breasts. The panties she was wearing were in a heap on the floor. Her blonde hair was wet from the sweat of her forced sex. Cum began to ooze out of her swollen cunt.
Despite what had happened to her, though, she wouldn't cry. She wouldn't give him that kind of satisfaction. She fought the tears that welled up in her eyes.
"You bastard!" she said with venom. "You're not Lex Luthor! He would never have done this to me!"
"Lex" smiled. "You're right. I'm not Lex Luthor."
Supergirl was shocked at that revelation. She'd had her suspicions, sure. After being raped by a huge cock who wouldn't? But the confirmation that the man who just raped her wasn't Luthor still surprised her.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
The man who appeared to be Lex Luthor then began to change. He morphed into a much younger man. Still with a huge physique, and the same huge phallus, but now he was much younger. In fact, he barely looked older than 21. He had wavy blond hair, but still had the firm jaw and piercing eyes of Lex Luthor.
"You can call me X," the young man said. "X Luthor. Kind of a nice ring, don't you think? Kind of like those comic book characters...what were they? Oh yeah...the X-Men."
"W-why?" she asked. "Why did you do this to me? Why impersonate Lex Luthor? Why did you trap me? Why did you rape me?"
"Oh, come on now!" he said with a laugh as he picked up the computerized notepad again. "Do you REALLY think I would get your attention if I looked just like I do now? PUH-LEASE! Besides, I like looking like dear old Daddy! I get access to his secret finances, dinner at some of the finest restaurants without a reservation, and access to all of his goodies!"
"D-daddy? You mean you're really...Luthor's SON?"
X smiled. "You could say that...MOM!"
Supergirl's eyes went even wider. "MOM??"
X laughed. "Well, you're not really my mother. Technically I don't even HAVE a mother. But you and I are related in one aspect--we're both protomatter beings."
"The experiments," she mumbled. "All those copies of me."
X nodded. "Exactly! Doctor Packard had made copies of you using samples of your own protoplasmic body. BUT Luthor didn't want just a copy of himself. He still wanted to be human. So his scientists whipped up a combination of homemade protomatter and human DNA, and PRESTO! X Luthor is born!"
"Oh god," she said.
X examined his body. "Well I wasn't really 'born,' just created. Anyway, the plan was to put Luthor's brain inside my body. But then all hell broke loose. You and the rest of the super-dopes busted dear old Daddy, and trashed Metropolis in the process. Lex got caught, and all the assets and programs were frozen. They wanted to kill me, but I was too smart to let THAT happen. So now I have this whole facility to myself. EVERYTHING is at my beck and call. For instance..."
X pressed a button on the notepad. Instantly a small device came out from a recessed panel from behind a wall. It was pointed straight at Supergirl's vulnerable body.
"That implant you have inside your head monitors everything that goes on in your body. Kind of like a videotape. Given enough stimulation, it'll know as much about your body as you do. Sometimes even more."
At a press of a button on the notepad, a familiar beam of blue light hit Supergirl squarely in her navel. The beam from the Orgasmatron swept her body again, this time stronger than she ever imagined it could be. She screamed in pleasure.
"AAHHHHHHHH...No...not...again..." she said as she could feel herself building for a powerful climax.
"Lord Easystreet told me that this works kind of like a drug," X said with a crooked smile. "Once the initial wave sweeps you, your body doesn't need as much to get off on later. Well, we shall see, won't we?"
The waves of the beam hit her, much stronger this time than before. Her whole body shook.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! GODNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!! UUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! IIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
She convulsed as she came like she never had before.
X meanwhile simply stood nearby, still very much naked, and still observing the readings on the little computer notepad.
"Excellent," he said with a smile. "Simply excellent."
Lois Lane slammed the phone down in frustration. So many phone calls--and yet there was no one whom she could call to contact to help Supergirl.
Superboy was no help. Neither was the Alpha Centurion. She'd tried to call the Titans, but she only found out that they'd disbanded quite recently. She knew Supergirl and Arsenal were friends, but all she could get from Agent Steel was that Arsenal was on assignment in Asia. And Clark was still on the other side of the world. She thought about using Clark's Justice League communicator, but it would have been impossible to explain how she knew about the device when Clark hadn't been a member of that group since he'd been brought back from the dead.
Finally, she realized there was one other call she could make. It was a number Clark had told her to use only if it was very urgent. The number was on a piece of paper located just underneath a picture of her and her fiance.
"Yes?" Came a dark and foreboding voice on the other end.
"This is Lois Lane. Superman gave me this number in case he can't be reached and it was an emergency."
"This number is not a paging service!" said the deep male voice.
"This IS an emergency," she said quickly, hoping the person on the other end wouldn't hang up. "It's about Lex Luthor."
A second passed. "What about him?"
"He was spotted in a place called Sugar Creek. Supergirl was following him, and she asked for some assistance. I can't contact Superman or any of the other heroes to help her. She needs your help."
"Supergirl is a grown woman," the man said. "She should be able to take care of herself. But for Superman's sake, I'll check it out. It should take me a day to get there from Gotham City."
"Thank you," Lois said with a sigh of relief. Then the phone went dead.
Supergirl didn't know how long she'd been unconscious. Hours? Days? It was all irrelevant to her. She did know that X had cleaned her up and put her in another duplicate costume, only this time without the cape.
X walked into the room carrying a tray. This time he wore only a white robe with the initials 'LL' on it. It looked just like one of Luthor's silk robes.
"Good morning, my dear!" X said with a smile. He set the tray down on the table that she was still strapped to and sat down beside her. "I trust you are well rested."
"Why are you doing this?" she said with a somewhat horse voice. "Why?"
"Still defiant, I see," he said he ran his hand across her cheek. "Perhaps after some breakfast you'll be a bit more receptive. You do need to regain your strength."
He straw-fed her a glass of instant breakfast. The meal tasted like chocolate but with a somewhat metallic bite to it. Once she was finished, he wiped the sides of her mouth with napkin, then set the tray aside before continuing.
"Why I captured you?" he asked as he picked up his electronic notepad. "Why not? I really wanted to try out my little tricks on Lois Lane, but when I saw you on my way back into town, I decided you would be a whole lot more fun than old Lois. There are plenty of things I can do with you that I can't do with someone like her."
"W...What do you mean by that?" she asked with a quake in her voice.
"Well, I don't really appreciate how your creator designed you," he said with a grin. "Your body seems a bit...well it seems a bit too plain. B-cup breasts, drab blonde hair...he made you more 'girl' than 'super.'" He then pressed a few buttons on his notepad. "I think you need a change."
"What do y...UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
She could feel herself changing beyond her control. Anytime she changed form outside of her Supergirl look, she felt pain, but she'd never changed involuntarily before.
The first thing she noticed was her breasts. They were not only getting fuller, but bigger as well. The added size pulled her tunic up over abdomen. Her ass cheeks tightened, and her hair felt like it was on fire. She could also feel herself getting taller by a couple of inches.
Then the pain subsided.
"What..." she said in a voice that was an octave higher than usual, "What did you DO to me?!"
Instead of telling her, X reached under the table and swiveled it up so she could see the changes in a full-length mirror.
Supergirl HAD grown taller--by SIX inches. Her breasts had ballooned from a size 34B to a very ample 47DD. Her waist had contracted to a diameter that would make most models jealous, even though her hips were more realistically proportional. She had lost any kind of girlish features in her face, and her hair had gone from a drab blonde to a very long and full platinum blonde.
Oh shit! she said to herself. He turned me into a Barbie doll! I do look like I could be one of those sluts in the X-Men comic!
X ripped open Supergirl's tunic again, exposing her giant melons to the cool air. Even her nipples were enlarged slightly. "THAT," he said with a sinister smile, "is more like it!"
He began to knead her breasts, and much to Supergirl's embarrassment, she was actually aroused by it more than ever.
"UUUUUNNNGGHH...OHHHHH..." she said as she began to pant. She couldn't believe she was getting close to climaxing just by the way her breasts were being massaged. "N...no. This is...OOOHH...this shouldn't...MMMMM... feel so GOOOOOOOODD..."
X began to suck on one of her nipples, as Supergirl began to struggle against her restraints and her rapidly building orgasm. She wasn't supposed to be aroused by this. But she was. She was actually getting turned on by it all.
"Like it?" X asked as he pulled his mouth off her nipple. "I know you do...I made your tits extremely sensitive. With time you'll cum just from me sucking on them. But their not all that's now sensitive..."
X unfastened Supergirl's skirt and pulled it off her. Her legs were still restrained so he had to rip her panties off to expose her now hairless cuntmound.
"What are you..." Supergirl started to ask, but then X began to lick around her bare crotch. "I-I...MMMMM...Oooh... no...please...HMMM...OH FUCK...OH SHIT...AHHHHH...Oh GOD!!! NNNHHHHH...I...I...Oh God...no... NOOOOOOOOOO!"
Supergirl shook violently as she climaxed. Her wrists were raw from trying to break the restraints and trying to fight her orgasm. She came quickly. Too quickly for her!
X removed himself from between her wet thighs with a look of satisfaction. Then he removed his white robe, exposing her to his huge cock. "I think you're ready for this now," he said with a grin.
"P-please..." the Girl of Steel begged as she panted. "Don't...not now...please...please..."
But it was too late, as X stuck his cock-rod into her wet pussy. If it were possible, Supergirl would swear his cock was even bigger than before! She screamed as it sank into her.
"OH GODDDDDD!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
"Yeah," X said as he began to slide his cock further up into her. "I made...UUHH...your pussy even tighter... UNNHHHH...than before, so you'll have to feel...UUNNHHH...every inch of me!"
"UUNNHHH...OOHHH...OH GOD...NNNNNNNHHH!!!"
While X was busy thrusting into her, he pressed a button underneath the table. Instantly, the restraints on Supergirl's ankles snapped open, freeing her legs. She realized that her legs were free, but instead of trying to use them to fight off X, she found herself wrapping her legs around the young man, helping him push deeper into her. She was shocked at her own actions. She was getting RAPED--AGAIN--and yet now she was enjoying it! What was wrong with her?
Supergirl screamed in joy as she climaxed again. Then, suddenly, X began to shudder. Moments later, Supergirl could feel him cum once again, coating her womb with his sperm. She could feel it spraying into her like a hose. How much semen did he have?
X pressed another button and the table turned back upright. He lay there with his deflating cock inside her. Her new body was layered in sweat.
"Get off me!" she said.
"No," X said with a smile. "I like it here...you with your hot, sticky body, my cock inside your hot pussy...your legs still wrapped around my ass..."
Supergirl realized that, indeed, her legs were STILL wrapped around X's waist. She uncrossed them and let them fall to the table like they were limp artificial replacement legs.
"PLEASE," she said insistently, "get off me."
X did so, without comment or criticism, his cock making a soft "POP" as it left her pussy. He stood there looking at her for a short while, then, after slipping on his robe, he reached for the notepad and pressed a button. The penlight beam of the Orgasmatron hit Supergirl on the chest, and she cried out in ecstasy as she climaxed again...and again...
When Supergirl awoke, she realized that she was still restrained on the table. She was still wearing her torn tunic and boots, but her red skirt and what was left of her panties were on the floor. Yet she felt clean, as though she'd been given a sponge bath and a douche.
Then she heard the crumbling of concrete, as if the door was being forced open. As she watched, the metal ripped apart, and Supergirl could see a female hand coming through. Then the door opened all the way, revealing a vision in red and blue...
"By the gods..." Wonder Woman said as she raced over to Supergirl. She tore the restraints off the bound girl's wrists. "Are you OK? What happened?"
Supergirl couldn't contain her tears any more. She reached out to the amazon princess, her mammoth breasts pressing against the amazon's own bustier-covered ones. "Oh God, Diana!" she cried in her new squeaky voice. "It was...just so...horrible..."
"Shh..." Wonder Woman said as she comforted her. "It's OK now...I'm here..."
"It's...that...that THING..." she said sobbing. "Looked like Lex Luthor...claims to be his son...he raped me...changed my body to look...like THIS!"
"Shh," the amazon said again as she stroked Supergirl's hair. "It's all right now. It's all right. He won't hurt you anymore."
"Are...are you sure?" she said sniffling.
Wonder Woman pulled the helpless heroine closer to her, letting her hands feel down her bare skin. They were warm and tingling. "I have him tied up," she said in a soothing voice. "He won't harm you anymore."
Supergirl could feel Wonder Woman's warm body against hers and felt strangely attracted by the heat and the sweet smell of her body. She couldn't explain why...she'd never really gotten to know Diana in the few years since she'd arrived on Earth. And she'd never felt this way about her before...but something was now different...maybe it was her new body, and how sensitive her nipples were as she clung close to the bare cleavage of the amazon princess.
She looked up and into the amazon's eyes. "Diana?"
Wonder Woman smiled. "It's OK, dear," she said reassuringly. And then brought her mouth to Supergirl's.
Supergirl kissed back passionately, feeling the warmth of her skin against the amazon's. She had never participated in any lesbian activities before, although there were times when she found herself fantasizing about Lois Lane, but she attributed those to the bond she shared with Clark (not to mention the time she'd unknowingly impersonated Clark). Princess Diana was absolutely beautiful, but this was the first time she'd found herself aroused by the buxom amazon as well!
Diana pulled back from the embrace long enough to reach behind herself and unhook her red and gold bustier. Her ample breasts (with bright red, pointed nipples) were clearly a match for Supergirl's new ones. Dropping the bustier on the ground, she moved back to the Maid of Might and gently guided the girl's mouth to her tits.
"Mmm..." murmured the amazon as she tore off what was left of Supergirl's tunic. "Yes...oh yes, Supergirl. Suck on them!"
Supergirl couldn't believe she was actually sucking on Wonder Woman's breasts! Her nipples were sweet, almost like honey. Not to mention unnaturally HARD! Well, of course, she was born from clay, so why not? Her body was defined and muscular, yet at the same time very feminine. Her hands roamed down across the amazon's tight stomach, moving underneath the waistband of her blue and white shorts.
Diana pushed Supergirl back down on the table, letting her hands, as well as her mouth, explore the Maid of Might. Supergirl shuddered as Wonder Woman began sucking on her very sensitive nipples.
"Oh..." she muttered. "Oh yes...please..."
Then the amazon princess moved her mouth down from her nipples, past her stomach, until she reached the girl's very wet and bare pussy.
"OOOH..." panted Supergirl. "MMMM...Yes! Oh fuck yes!"
"What did you say?" Diana said as she raised her head.
"Fuck!" Supergirl replied. "As in FUCK ME NOW!"
Diana smiled. "OK then, if that's what you want..."
Wonder Woman peeled off her shorts to show Supergirl her neatly trimmed bush. Now naked except for her boots, tiara, and bracelets, she positioned her pussy until it was rubbing up against the horny body of her partner.
The two women began gyrating their hips frantically, rubbing pussies and clits against each other, trying to bring each other to climax as soon as possible.
"UUNNGGHHH!!" screamed Supergirl. "YESSSSS!!! FUCK!!!! UUNNNGGHH!!!! UUNNGGHH!!!! AHHHHHH!!!"
"OH YES!" screamed Wonder Woman. "UNNGGHH!! UNNGGHH!! UUNNGGHH!!"
Supergirl never experienced such pleasure from a woman before in her life. Waves of sheer erotic joy seemed to emanate from their pussies as they gyrated in sync with each other.
"THIS...AHHH!! THIS IS...SO...FUCKING...WONDERFUL!!!"
Diana smiled. "Then...UUNNGGHH...I've...UNNGGHHH...got a surprise...UUNNGGHH...for you!"
Supergirl wondered what Diana meant by that, but then the amazon reached up in between their gyrating pussies. She arched her neck to try to see what the woman was doing, but before she could get a look she felt something tremendously thick slide in between her pussy lips.
"OOOOHHH!!!!!" Supergirl screamed in pleasure. "OH GOD...THAT'S SO GOOOODDDDD!!!!!"
"Glad...UNGH...you...like...it..." Diana said as they resumed their grinding.
But this time it WAS different. Diana didn't grind as much as she slapped her groin against the bare crotch of Supergirl.
Supergirl could feel herself begin to climax. She shuddered in pleasure as she looked over and saw her amazon partner begin to cum as well.
"OOOH!! AHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
The two women screamed in pleasure as they climaxed at the same time. Waves of pleasure swept through Supergirl's body, and she couldn't tell if the wetness she felt inside her was from her own cum juices or from Diana's.
After a few minutes of panting, Supergirl could still feel something inside her, although she still didn't know what. Was it a dildo? Maybe Diana's tiara? No, that was still on Diana's forehead. What was it?
"What do you have inside me?" Supergirl asked.
"I'm surprised," came the reply, "that you've forgotten it so quickly!"
Supergirl looked up in horror. There, standing before her was Wonder Woman, still with her feminine body, her long brunette hair, and her ample tits, but now with the huge cock of X Luthor!
"No..." she said as she shuddered.
"What's the matter, DEAR?" X said as he/she rubbed his/her mammoth breasts. "Didn't I say I had a surprise for you? Don't forget I'm a shape-shifter as well! Actually I kind of like this combination. The first time I tried this I came just by rubbing my nipples. But enough of this foolishness..."
Seconds later, X was back to his normal form. "The good news is--you won't be on this table anymore. You're getting your own room, with a bed and breakfast service."
"Like HELL!" she said as she lunged at him.
X let Supergirl tackle him to the ground, smiling as they tumbled. She stood over him, smacking and hitting him with pent-up rage.
"Goddamn fucking rapist! Fucking freak!" she shouted as she repeatedly hit him with her fists.
X simply smiled, then he began to grow...and grow...
Before long, he was well over ten feet tall, as his muscles began to bulge out like some massive steroid case. Supergirl wasn't even paying attention to the sudden changes on her captor until a mammoth hand pushed her off and flung her backwards to the other side of the floor.
"OW!" she screamed as she hit the back end of the wall.
But before she could recover, the mammoth form of X rolled her over on her stomach. He looked down at her prone form, her huge breasts pushing out to the sides like balloons; and her tight little ass...
"NO!" she screamed, as she instinctively knew what would happen. "NOT THERE! NO!"
She struggled in vain to free herself from X's grip, but it was too strong for her. The size of his massive cock, now twice its previous size, tapped her tight ass cheeks like a fist. Please, she prayed, don't let it enter me!
But he did manage to ram the head of his cock through her anus and into her rectum.
Supergirl screamed in an ungodly tone of both pain and joy. It seemed when X re-engineered her body he also made her ass just as sensitive as her tits and pussy.
"UUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" bellowed the massive X as he strained to push all of his cock inside her bowels.
Supergirl could feel his cock as though it was going to come right out of her mouth. She never thought she could experience both joy and pain at the same time, yet here she was screaming as her captor began to pump his gigantic cock in and out of her asshole. There was no thought that came through her mind. Any thoughts of escape or retaliation were gone. Instead, there was only the blinding pain and joyous climax of her body as it was being obscenely violated. She hated every minute of it.
But...god help her...she also began to enjoy every minute of it!
Just then X began to spasm. He was beginning to cum, and from the rush of pre-cum Supergirl could tell it was going to be a massive orgasm.
"ERRRR-AAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" bellowed X as his cock began to spurt into Supergirl's bowels.
Supergirl could only howl as torrents of sperm shot up from her ass into her stomach. It was worse than any enema she could ever endure, as literally gallons of jism shot into her. She could feel her stomach starting to bulge, and she felt as though it was going to surge up through her throat.
The monstrous body of X shuddered as he continued to pump gallons of sperm inside her ass. Small jets of it started to spray from her ass cheeks. Supergirl's stomach started to take on an obscene appearance as the sperm continued to pour inside her.
Finally X's cock and body returned to normal size, and the Girl of Steel could feel his cock pop out of her ass before she again blacked out...
When Supergirl finally awoke, she found herself in a different room. She was lying in the middle of a four-poster bed, which was in the middle of the room. Each of the bedposts had a hitching ring on them, obviously the kind that were used for bondage. It gave her the chills just seeing them.
She got out of bed shakily. She could feel her asshole still swollen from the reaming she'd gotten from X. Just sitting up gave her the shivers, and it almost felt like there was still some sperm in her bowels. But other than that, she appeared to be as "normal" as she could, given the circumstances.
She also noticed that X had dressed her differently again. Now she was wearing a flimsy blue cover-up, the kind one would wear to hide a bikini. Only Supergirl knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath the garment. Her super-sensitive nipples could feel the light cloth as it brushed against them, and she could feel the cool air against her exposed pussy. The only thing keeping her modesty was a red tie-on sash that held the "costume" closed. She also noticed the red "S" over her left breast, which wasn't the elegant red and yellow symbol she normally wore, but instead a crude letter as though it was done with a magic marker.
The room was a bright red, with mirrors covering both the walls and ceiling. Even the carpet on the floor was a cheap red shag variety that would have been right at home in a porno flick. One of the mirrored walls had a sticker that said "PRESS ME" on it. Curiosity getting the better of her, Supergirl pushed it, causing the wall to open up and reveal a small closet containing more cover-ups like the ones she was wearing. Closing the closet, she found another door that led to a bathroom that consisted of a toilet, sink, and shower stall.
"Good morning, Super-Slut."
X appeared on the other side of the metallic doorway. Beside him was what appeared to be a serving cart filled with food.
"As I promised," he said with a flourish, "breakfast to go with the bed. Orange juice, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and buttered toast."
"The name is SUPERGIRL," she replied. "Not Super-Slut."
"I don't think so," X said in reply. "You're neither super, nor just a girl anymore. You're a super-slut. And that's what you are from now on. Oh, and I have taken some more precautions against further attacks. You need to treat your host and lover with more respect."
"You are NOT my lover," she spat out. "You're my rapist and my kidnapper, and believe me, when Superman and the others learn what you've done with me they'll hunt you down like the dog you are!"
X grimaced. "Oh, well then I guess you don't appreciate my hospitality. You know, I could have left you shackled on the exam table, spread-eagle and fucked at any time. I offer you a bed, clothes to wear, a bathroom, and even GOOD FOOD! Well I understand..."
He started to leave with the serving cart. Supergirl caught a whiff of the aroma of the breakfast he had prepared for her. She didn't know how long she'd been captured, but she did know she was hungry. VERY hungry.
"Wait...!" she managed to say softly.
X stopped in his tracks. "Yes?" he asked as he faced away from her.
"I...I'm sorry," she blurted softly. "I am hungry."
Her captor and host turned around.
"Then prove it."
Supergirl stammered for a minute. "W-what do you want me to do?"
X gave a sly smile. "You know what I want."
Supergirl sighed, then untied the sash holding her "clothes" together, and let the flimsy garment drop to the floor. Then she walked close to him, kneeled, and undid the fasteners of his slacks.
"Yes," X said as he stroked her hair. "You're learning...my super-slut."
Supergirl grimaced at the word. She wasn't a slut! A maniac rapist was holding her prisoner, and she was hungry! If this was the only way to stay alive, so be it!
X watched with delight as the Maid of Might began sucking on his growing cock. "Yes," he mumbled. "Oh, yes...my super-slut...suck it all...oh god..."
Supergirl couldn't believe she was kneeling in front of her captor, letting herself be degraded while she sucked on his cock as though her life depended on it. Worse yet, she found herself getting off on it!
"UUNH...yeah...suck...suck it down...MMMM...oh...that's so good...UUNNGGHH...you're going to make me cum!"
She could feel the cock swell as he approached climax. She debated between swallowing the jism or pulling the dick out of her mouth and jerking him off; but in the end she didn't have a choice at all. X clamped his hands on the sides of her head, forcing her to swallow every drop of cum as it shot down her throat.
"Yes," X said quietly with immense satisfaction. "You are learning...my super-slut."
The license plates on the black car read "BW-10." The driver, a muscular man with a chiseled face, exited the car and made his way to hotel lobby. He didn't check in, but instead inquired about an elderly couple who were traveling in an RV with a young woman. After making a phone call, he decided to pay a visit to the county courthouse to check on the records of one Lex Luthor and any possible real estate holdings by Lexcorp in the area.
Supergirl stood in the shower, letting the warm water splash across her new voluptuous body. She had hoped the shower would help clear her mind, but it didn't work. Even the rhythmic pulses of the shower reminded her of the Orgasmatron. How, when it touched any part of her body, it would drive her to powerful orgasms. Any part--a finger, a toe, her nose, and even the hair on her head.
She moved her soapy hands around her huge, firm breasts. X had re-engineered her body so that not only were her breasts twice their normal size, they were also more sensitive than before. She felt the tingle of pleasure when she moved her slippery hands around them, grazing the extra-sensitive nipples.
How long had it been? Days? Weeks? By her own rough count, at least four days had passed. She worried about Jon and Martha Kent--the two people whom she considered to be the parents she never had. No doubt they were worried to death about her. She'd left Martha in such a rush to catch Lex Luthor, never expecting to be captured by a shape-shifter who called himself Luthor's 'son'. She hoped they'd had the good sense to call Clark and get out of the area before anything else happened.
"Where are you Clark?" she muttered under her breath. "Where...?"
Then she realized that her hands had gravitated down past her stomach to just above her bald pussy. "What am I doing?" she asked herself. "I should be doing this...I..."
But instead of pulling back, she felt her hands going instinctively for her clit. She tried desperately to fight the urge to masturbate, but instead she felt the all too familiar wave of pleasure hit her.
"UUNNGGHHH..." she moaned. "N-no...I...can't...do...OOHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
One hand went up to her swollen breasts as the other continued on her pussy. She leaned back against the wall of the shower stall and spread her legs wide. Her fingers began to rub around her clit, picking up speed.
"Can't...Mustn't...UNNGGHHH!! No...I'm Supergirl...I'm not some cheap...s-slut..."
She tried to think of something--anything--that could break her concentration. The death of everyone she knew at the hands of three super-powered criminals, Doomsday pounding her into protoplasmic mush, Superman's death at the hands of Doomsday, the destruction of Coast City, being manipulated by everyone from Brainiac to Raven to Lex Luthor. But as she remembered learning about Lex's duplicity, her mind went back to the times he'd seduced her. How he used to make her cum twice before intercourse. How his hands used to cup her breasts, which then were barely more than a handful and not the mountains of flesh they were now. How he used to play with her clit.
"OOH!" she exclaimed as she felt her body shiver. She knew this as the telltale sign she was about to cum. "C-Can't do this...OOHH...OOHH...NNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHHH!!"
She spasmed uncontrollably as she climaxed. Her legs gave way and she sank down to the floor of the stall, the water splashing rhythmically over her face.
Supergirl cursed at herself as she picked herself up from the tiled floor. Why? Why was she doing this? She knew that somehow X was responsible for all of it, and somehow, no matter how long it took, she'd find a way out of it all.
She dried herself off and then put on the flimsy blue outfit X had provided her as her only clothing. She looked at herself in the mirror. At the damp platinum blonde hair running down her back, and the twin mountains that were supposed to be her breasts--she looked like Anna Nicole Smith's slutty twin sister!
Just then, she heard a noise in the bedroom. It sounded like someone was picking the lock that kept her prisoner. She quickly made her way to the side of the door and waited for it to open, ready to pounce on whoever was entering.
The door opened and she could see a black shape with pointed ears enter the room. Then the shape turned towards her direction...
It was Batman!
"Supergirl?" the Dark Knight asked when he saw her. "Supergirl? Is that you?"
She was ready to cry. She wanted to race over to him...but then she remembered that it could be a mistake. The last time she'd trusted what she saw, it turned out to be X disguised as Wonder Woman. She wasn't going to fall for the same trick again.
"Batman? How did you know where to find me?" she said suspiciously.
"Superman contacted me," he said in a dark voice. "He was too busy handling another crisis to come to your rescue, so he asked me to look for you."
Supergirl walked over to him, ever so cautiously. "And what happened to X?"
"He got away. Don't worry, he won't go far, though. Robin is following him."
She was inches away from him. He wrapped his dark arms around to comfort her. "We'll find some way to get you back to normal," he said.
She wanted to believe that. She really did. Instead, she shoved him backward towards the bed.
Batman was surprised. "What are you doing?"
But Supergirl knew otherwise. "Nice try," she said. "But Superman wouldn't have been too busy to save me. And the REAL Batman would have known why!"
The Maid of Might pounced on the man that appeared to be Batman with a ferocity. She straddled over him.
"Err...Supergirl...What?"
She clawed at the bottom half of his black outfit. The suit seemed authentic, but she knew someone with access to a lot of money could get a real-looking Batman costume. X certainly had access to Luthor's hidden funds. The hidden catches that made up his pants came undone and she tugged them down past his hips.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he demanded as he tried to get up.
She pushed him back down on the bed and reached for his cock. It seemed quite normal, but she knew X could shape-shift to make it look real. Maybe this WAS his real size. "This is what you want, isn't it?" she asked as she quickly jerked his rod erect. "You want to continue these little games, right? Let's just get to the chase."
She was vaguely aware that she had at least some of her powers back. Certainly super-strength and speed. Strength to keep someone like him down on the bed, and speed to bring his cock up to full erectness in a matter of seconds. She took the cock into her mouth and quickly sucked on it.
"UUNNGGHHH...no...Supergirl...what...are...you...UNNNNGGHHH...!"
Her head was a blur as she bobbed up and down on his rod. It didn't take long for "Batman" to cum, and he spurted quickly in her mouth. But she didn't stop there. Instead, she continued sucking on his cock, quickly working it back up to fighting stiffness again.
"Super...girl..." he pleaded, "please...don't...AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"
But it was too late. A second cum. But she didn't stop, not even to clean up the mess from his first two loads. Jism flowed down her mouth, acting as a lubricant on his cock as she continued at full speed.
It took a few more seconds for him to cum a third time, but this time it was much more painful for him. "S-super... girl... UNNGGHH...no! Please...n-OOOOOOOO!" His voice was strained. His muscles spasming from the numerous orgasms. "You'll...kill...me...if...you..."
Then there was silence.
Supergirl looked up at the prone body of "Batman." He was clearly in pain when he uttered those words, but checking on his pulse, she found that he was still alive--just unconscious.
Then she realized what she'd just done. She had raped a man! She didn't just render the guy unconscious, she RAPED him! She was no better than X when she did that!
She started to back up off the bed in horror. "My god," she whispered. "What have I done?"
"What you were expected to," she heard from behind, "my little super-slut!"
She turned around. X stood at the doorway.
"You did everything I expected of you," he said with a smile. "Everything I prepared you for, my little super-slut!"
She started to pounce on him. At super-speed, she would have him tied up and be out of there in no time. But X didn't flinch. Instead he pressed a button on his bracelet.
Immediately, Supergirl doubled over in pain. Tremendous pain.
Then she felt herself getting heavy. She opened her eyes and saw that her tits were growing. Bigger and bigger...bursting through the flimsy material she wore. They inflated like twin flesh-covered balloons.
And it wasn't just her tits that grew, but her ass as well. What was once tight was now expanding so that her backside pushed the cover-up to her waist.
"X! What are you doing to me?" she asked as she grabbed her massive mammaries in a vain attempt to keep them from growing.
"I warned you about trying to jump me again," X replied. "This is what I meant."
Then Supergirl saw him take his finger off the red button on the bracelet and press a blue button next to it. Instantly she felt the telltale sensation of the Orgasmatron as the beam hit her square on her growing ass cheeks.
She screamed. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NO MORE!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Her whole body shook as she climaxed. She could feel her tits swell even more. Then she felt moisture. "MY GOD! I'M LACTATING!"
Indeed, her breasts began dripping a milky substance from her enlarged nipples. X was tempted to taste it, but decided against it. Instead he stood there with that devious smile on his face.
Minutes later, the beam was turned off. Supergirl lay facedown on the floor, in the same X-augmented body as before. A puddle of substance from her breasts and a trail of cum from between her legs highlighted her body. What was left of her clothing was now just a shred of fabric by her waist.
X walked over to the bed at the unconscious "Batman" who still had his drawers down past his waist and his cock exposed. "She'll never know," he mumbled. "Never guess that you were just some stud from the local bar I picked up and tricked you into wearing that outfit. And you'll never know who it really was who picked you up, looking like my little super-slut."
Batman--the REAL Batman--made his way into the county courthouse in the dead of night. He could have gone in daylight as Bruce Wayne, but he knew that anyone asking too many questions might tip off whoever had Supergirl. He needed to go at night, as Batman.
The deeds and tax rolls revealed much about Lex Luthor. It seemed Lexcorp owned half of the buildings and banks in town. There were many places where Luthor could have gone, and certainly many places where he could have squirreled some slush funds if he needed them. But no place in town where Luthor could hide without attracting attention. And certainly no place where they could hide a limo as big as the one that was seen in town.
Then he discovered an abandoned Lexcorp mining operation. At least it was SUPPOSED to be abandoned. However, when he checked with the local water records, he noticed that service was still continuing there. Somebody was still using the place.
Time had no meaning for Supergirl anymore. What little she knew since she awoke after the Batman hoax, was that she was shackled to the four-poster bed. She no longer had any kind of clothing on at all. She was also vaguely aware that she got fucked often. Her pussy and her ass were sore. She had a taste of cum in her mouth that she couldn't get rid of, and her tits were wet and sticky with jism.
Everything else was a blur to her. She was vaguely aware of faces, different faces, but all still the same man. X Luthor, using his own shape-shifting powers, made himself into different people, then repeatedly fucked her. He made himself into so many people from her life that she couldn't keep track of what was real and what was merely an illusion.
There was another sensation she was vaguely aware of--the Orgasmatron. The memorable hum and the blue glow that followed it. When X wasn't fucking her, he had that device on her. It drove her to near insanity by forcing her to orgasm almost constantly. There was a numbing sensation to her body now, almost like she wasn't really there. She was, however, aware of the sore muscles and the tenderness of her wrists and ankles from straining against the restraints.
She was tired, hungry, sticky, sore, thirsty, slightly numb, and extremely humiliated. She vaguely wondered if X was going to shortly end it all for her. In her mind, it would be a godsend. X has not only turned her into a slut, but she had RAPED Batman when he'd tried to rescue her. How would she explain that to Clark? To the other heroes? There would be no explanation that would satisfy them!
Just then, X walked into the room. He no longer bothered with clothes or disguises. He was simply naked, with his big 14-inch cock half-erect and sticking out like a divining rod. He had an arrogant smile on his face--the kind he always had just before he fucked her.
"Good morning, my dear!" he said cheerfully. "I have a treat for you today...if you're behaving. You ARE behaving, aren't you?"
She nodded. She knew better than to reject him now.
"Who are you?" he asked her as he put his hand into her stringy hair.
"Super...slut..." she replied in a hoarse voice.
He stroked her hair like one would a pet. "Very good, my super-slut. Now, I have a gorgeous dinner for you if you're willing to do what's necessary."
She knew what he wanted, and at that point nothing else mattered to her. Nothing. She nodded her head in compliance.
X reached over and freed her from her wrist restraints. Then he did the same with the restraints at her feet. All the while he was careful to keep his left wrist away from her--the wrist with the security bracelet that kept her in check.
With the restraints off, Supergirl let her limbs fall as she felt the circulation return to them. They were numb, and she had little or no strength left to move them.
X straddled over her, then dropped to his knees on top of her massive tits. His huge cock was right in front of her face. "Make it hard," he said with a sneer.
She reached up and with a shakily hand took the half-limp phallus into her mouth. It got hard as she started sucking on it. She could feel it get engorged with blood to its maximum thickness. Then X pulled it out of her mouth and placed it between her massive melons.
"Hold your tits tight," he said. "Push them together."
Her fingers were still tingling as she complied, pushing her tits together as he began to pump his massive cock between them. The sensation was unnerving for her--his cock between her super-sensitive tits. She could feel the erotic sensations build within her again.
Superman returned to Metropolis in a huff. It had been a grueling few days for him--helping Japan dig out after an earthquake, then a hurricane in Bangladesh, then a tsunami in Hawaii, and then an invasion attempt by a rogue Khund warlord.
Running into Maxima hadn't made it any easier. The red-haired princess was still lusting for him in the worst way, and she still refused to take "no" for an answer. At one point she'd filled his mind with her erotic fantasies--fantasies that involved the two of them bare naked, their genetically-flawless bodies grinding together in heated passion. To see Maxima's perfect breasts and red-hot pussy--even as a mental illusion--gave him a raging hard-on. He was tempted like no other time before and he'd been very close to actually ravaging her. But then he'd remembered he still had Lois, and she'd always been more than enough of a woman to satisfy his all too human desires.
The Man of Steel made a beeline to Lois' apartment, using his X-ray vision to make sure she wasn't with somebody. Then he opened the window and let himself in.
Lois was in the kitchen when he entered. "Clark?" she called out.
"Yes, Lois," he said as he tugged off the cape and almost flew over to her. The smell of her body, the warmth of it, got him hard again. "MMMMM...I don't know what's better, the smell of your cooking or the smell of your body."
He nibbled on her neck, his hands roaming down to her tight ass underneath the black sweats.
"HMMM..." she said as she felt the bulge pressing into her lower abdomen. "Oh, baby, something got your attention. I know you don't normally do this when you come in..."
Then she suddenly backed away, bumping into the cabinet behind her. "OHMIGOSH! I almost forgot! Your parents!"
THAT snapped him to attention. So soon after Conduit...to hear anything about the Kents was hard for him. "What? What happened to them?"
"Nothing...I think. They were in this small town with Supergirl, and Martha called me saying they thought they saw Lex Luthor in the area. Jonathan and Martha headed out of town and Supergirl went to check on things. I couldn't call you...so I pulled out the number you asked me to use in case of emergencies."
"Batman's number," Superman said. "Did you hear anything else from Ma and Pa?"
"Only that they were staying just on the outskirts of a place called Sugar Creek."
In a flash Superman grabbed the cordless phone and dialed the number of his adopted parents' cellphone. "Ma? Yes, it's Clark. Listen, I just got back from space. Lois told me a little about what's happened, and I'll be on my way there shortly. You two go on to your next spot. I'll get Mae and... Yes, Ma, I have...a friend who should be there already, so you two get going, and Mae and I will meet you there. I'll feel safer when the two of you are away from the area. Yes, Ma. I love you too. Bye."
"I'm sorry, Clark," Lois said as he returned the phone to the charger. "I should have said something the minute you came in, but you came in so fast..."
"Don't worry about it, Lois," he said as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek, then retrieved his cape. "I'll be there in a few minutes, and if Luthor is still there I'll make sure he pays dearly for this!"
Batman walked stealthily into the hallway located at the end of the mining shaft. He'd found Luthor's limousine parked with the engine cold. It hadn't been used in days.
The hallway was dimly lit, leading straight to a room at the end. Once inside the room at the end of the hallway he found it to be empty, but indications of a trap were there. His night lenses picked up the reflections of small mirrors in one half of the room, and the telltale indentations of a recessed barrier. On the other half of the room, he noticed the fine carpeting and the marks in the shag that proved something heavy once rested there. Perhaps a desk and a chair.
On the other side of the room was another passageway. That led to another hallway, this one brightly lit. The hallway had a steep incline to it--the first door on the left had some sort of medical examination room in it. Heading upstairs, he found a second room, this one resembling a surgical observation room. But unlike other observation rooms, this one had computer terminals and other devices inside it. He quickly checked the monitor displays. Each of them displayed different biological functions of someone referred to as "SUBJECT SS." He wanted to look further at them, but decided first to do a quick check of the other rooms. It would do him no good to check monitor readings if someone as devious as Lex Luthor was around.
There were a few other rooms down the hall. One was a costume room with various outfits--including a close imitation of his own. Each costume had a photograph or picture on the hangers. He checked out the one with the imitation of his outfit--the picture appeared to be from a computer printout. The notations on the bottom read "Lexcorp Security--Intelligence Division. Subject: Batman"
He was about to put the costume back on the hook when he noticed the tear along the waistband of the pants. They were torn by somebody of great strength--the material used to make the outfit was of thick Latex, designed to stretch but not tear. The kind of strength Supergirl would have.
There were other outfits as well, but one set caught his eye--several extremely accurate Supergirl outfits at the end of the room. Of all the costumes, these didn't have any accompanying pictures with them. But they didn't have to if Lex Luthor was involved. He knew Supergirl, and had been intimate with her. No doubt Luthor had whole mainframes dedicated to her physical structure right down to the DNA.
Leaving the costume room, he checked out two of the other three rooms. One was an ornate dining room with a fully stocked kitchen. The other was what appeared to be an ornate suite complete with living room and bedroom. The very last room was sealed with a metal door. He didn't know what was going on there, but from the faint sounds he picked up he knew somebody was in the throws of sex.
He placed a warning device, which would alert him to movement, on the adjoining wall of the sealed door, then returned to the observation room. One display caught his attention--the one marked "SS - Matrix Configuration." He knew that meant Supergirl, since she was the only person created from a protomatter matrix. The computer was WindowsNT based, so he pulled up the adjoining files about subject "SS."
The configuration files had numerous settings displayed. The one currently displayed was for "Super-Slut" and had features that would put Wonder Woman to shame. There were other settings as well, including one that would enlarge Supergirl's features to an obscene extreme. It was marked "Emergency."
Another terminal monitored Supergirl's mental output. There were images and messages being flashed on the screen. No doubt being transmitted directly into her brain. The level of mental conditioning was to an extent he'd only seen once before, by the Mad Hatter. These messages were erotic in nature, with detailed stories, sound clips, and scenes from porno movies added in for enhancement.
Then there was the third monitor. One that had a closed-circuit camera image of a man vigorously screwing a nude blonde woman who bore a striking resemblance to the "SS" configuration file. There was a notation underneath the image - "ORGASMATRON STATUS: STANDBY." He knew about the Orgasmatron from Batgirl, and how Lord Easystreet had almost forced her and Wonder Woman into retirement because of their public humiliations.
He went back to the first monitor. If it WAS Supergirl being fucked by the man in the third monitor, then it probably wasn't willingly. If there was some way to give her an edge...
"UNGH!"
Supergirl and X fell off the bed, rolling on the floor while he continued to pump his hard cock into her. Over and over again he fucked her, bringing her from one climax to the next. Her heavy breasts slapped her chin as he continued to relentless pound into her.
"UUNNNGGHHHH...OH GOD...UUNNGHHH!!!!!!" Supergirl writhed underneath him. "AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
"Yeah," X said under his breath, "cum...cum again...my...super-slut..."
X closed his eyes, oblivious to what would happen next.
"What..." Supergirl said, "what...is...happening...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"
X didn't know that anything had happened...except that all of a sudden her pussy wasn't as tight as it was before. He opened his eyes, only to discover the woman he was fucking wasn't who it had been.
It wasn't Super-slut.
It was Supergirl!
And Supergirl was aware of her transformation. How could she not be aware? Her tits were back to their normal size, she'd shrunk a few inches, and even her voice had gone back down an octave. But the one thing that was still the same was that X was still fucking her.
"What..." X said. "NO! THIS CAN'T BE!"
He tried to pull away, but Supergirl locked her legs behind him, keeping him pinned down. Then she grabbed hold of his left wrist...and the bracelet.
X realized what she was trying to do. "NO! NO! NOT NOW!!"
But it was too late. She pressed hold of the blue button on the bracelet and pressed hard, using all her strength to lock it in.
The Orgasmatron was targeted at Supergirl, but because X was on top of her when the button was pressed, the beam hit him squarely in the back. X's eyes went wide with pleasure and he let loose a bloodcurdling yell. Then he proceeded to pump his cock in and out of Supergirl at breakneck speed.
"UUNNNGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" cried the Maid of Might. X was not only fucking her again, but she was also getting the residual effects from the Orgasmatron as it coursed through him.
"AAHHHHH" screamed X as he spasmed. "T-T-THE PL-PLEASURE!!!!!! C-C-CAN'T STOPPPPP!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Over and over again X fucked Supergirl. She could feel his sperm pouring into her vagina as he was orgasmed almost continuously, which for a woman would be blissful, but for a man--even a shape-shifter--could be lethal. She wanted to relax her hand.. to stop the process, but in the throws of multiple orgasms every muscle was locked down hard.
"C-CAN'T S-S-STOP...UNNGGHHHHHHHH!!" she screamed as yet another wave of pleasure hit her.
She could feel the torrents of semen filling up her pussy, making it bulge out. Jets of it started to spray out from her pussy lips as she felt him spasm over and over again. She knew the sensations all too well, but she'd never had it hit her while being fucked. It was like she was being fucked inside and out.
X meanwhile was in agony. He had never been hit with the Orgasmatron before, but he knew what the effect would be if he was. At first he was enraptured by the pleasure, but it quickly turned to pain when he realized that he was being forced to climax even faster than the last time. And no matter how many times he shot his load, he was still rock hard! He could feel his muscles tense up with every climax, his heart beating faster and faster...
"H-HELP!!" he screamed, "I...UUUNNGGGHHH...C-CAN'T...AARRUUGGHHHHH...S-S-ST-STOPPPPPPP... NOOOOOOOOO!!! OH...GOD...STOP...IT!!!!!!!"
Superman was over Sugar Creek when his JLA communicator sounded. Only a handful of people knew he still carried one--and one of them was Batman. He dove down and followed the signal straight to a mine on the outskirts of the town.
"BATMAN?!" he yelled down the hallway he discovered within the mineshaft.
Batman met him part of the way down the corridor that led to the examination room. "Over here," he said grimly.
Superman raced ahead of him into the observation room. Supergirl lay there on the medical table, quite unconscious. She was once again dressed in her blue and red outfit.
"What..." Superman started to say.
"She's fine," the Dark Knight reassured him. "Now, anyway."
"Where's Luthor!" he demanded.
"He was never here. It seems it was one of those Lexcorp copies of Supergirl disguised at Luthor. That's who Supergirl found." Batman pointed at Supergirl's temple. "It had implanted some sort of device in her head. My guess is it wanted Supergirl to reveal any information she knew about you. But I've removed it. She should be fine now."
Superman looked up in disgust. "Where is...it?"
Batman barely got the word "upstairs" out of his mouth before Superman bolted back up the hallway and into the last room that was open.
Aside from the bare bed with restraints, the only thing in the room was a puddle of gray mass that vaguely resembled a humanoid statue. It was slowly melting itself into the carpet.
"Whatever it was," Superman said, "it can't hurt her anymore..."
He rejoined Batman and an awakening Supergirl in the examination room.
"C-Clark?" Supergirl asked as her eyes fluttered open.
"I'm here, Mae," Superman said as he took her hand. "Are you OK?"
She blinked for a minute. "Yeah...I guess I am..."
She turned and saw Batman on the other side. For a minute she had a feeling of absolute horror and guilt. Her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped open.
The Dark Knight recognized her horror. "What is it?" he asked.
Supergirl wanted to say something, but then the feeling passed. "I don't know," she said. "It was the weirdest feeling... like I did something really wrong...but I don't know what..."
"It's probably nothing," Batman said. "I've seen it before with some heroes who have been captured like you were."
"What do you remember?" Superman asked.
Supergirl thought about that for a minute. "It's the damnedest thing...I don't remember anything except going after someone that looked like Lex Luthor. He trapped me in some sort of room...then...I'm sorry...I can't remember anything after that."
"That's OK," Superman said. "Let's get you out of here."
He helped Supergirl off the examination table. She flinched slightly when she saw the table, but again she didn't know why. Then she noticed that she had CLOTHES on, that the outfit wasn't an extension of her protomatter body. But for some reason she felt comfortable with that.
Superman looked back at Batman who was still standing in the room. "Batman?"
"I want to comb the area for clues," he said. "See if there's anything that might help us find Luthor. Go ahead and get her out."
"OK," the Man of Steel said. "And thanks for helping out..."
Batman watched them as the left the room. He didn't want them to know the real truth--that Supergirl's memory lapse wasn't just convenience, but something he deliberately did once he realized what Supergirl had done while she was captured.
The observation room had recorded everything going on in the exam room and her cell. They were on videotapes for X's personal amusement. It recorded everything from her capture, to her repeated rapes, to her rape someone who wore the fake Batman costume, and finally, her act of vengeance against X.
He returned to the observation room and pulled out the last tape in the recorder. It was the tape the recorded Supergirl's killing of X. He knew she'd done it intentionally because he had used the computer to restore her appearance and her powers. She could have freed herself from X at any time after that. That was why he'd removed those memories from her mind before removing the implant, and why he'd kept that knowledge away from Superman. Clark was the closest thing he had to a friend, besides Alfred, Jim Gordon, and Nightwing, and he knew that telling him the full extent of what X Luthor did would have driven the Kansas-raised Kryptonian out of his mind.
He entered the living quarters, which was ornately decorated with all of Lex Luthor's tastes, right down to the nude painting of Supergirl, done back when she was infatuated with him. No doubt it was this picture that had gotten X thinking about this whole sordid affair. Behind the painting was a hidden control panel with three buttons and a lever. He depressed the three buttons then put his hands on the lever.
"God forgive me," he mumbled before pulling the lever.
Five minutes later, the mine, and everything inside it, exploded.
Onboard the luxury cruise ship Regal, Lex Luthor relaxed on the observation deck facing the pool. A beautiful blonde girl dove into the water with grace and ease. He watched as she pulled herself out of the pool--how the water clung to her short blonde hair, how it dripped off the points of her bikini-clad body and down her bare skin.
Just then the ship's purser interrupted. "Excuse me, sir, but this fax just came in for you."
Luthor snatched the fax from the young man then sneered at him until he skulked away in fear. Then he read the paper.
"Mister L. - Lexcorp facility #2345-654 at Sugar Creek exploded. Cause unknown, but Superman and Supergirl were seen in the area. Fiscal leak in that area has also been stopped."
He didn't know why Superman and Supergirl were there, but for whatever reason, it was for the best. They were nowhere close to finding him, and he should soon be in Monte Carlo. Still...Supergirl was someone whom he couldn't get out of his mind.
Then he noticed the blonde girl in the blue bikini. Aside from the short hair, she could pass herself off as Supergirl. She walked up to him.
"Excuse me," she said, "but I couldn't help noticing that you were looking at me."
"Really?" Luthor said. "Well I must admit that I was. You see, you sort of remind me of a former girlfriend."
"Oh! How much like her?"
"Why don't you have dinner with me and I'll tell you all about her. I have the executive suite."
Her eyes widened. "Sure, mister...?"
"Call me Lex," he said as he extended his hand. "And you are?"
She took his hand. "Aurora."
"An interesting name," he said with a grin. "You can tell me all about it tonight. Say around seven?"
"Seven it is."
He watched as she walked away. Even her ass reminded him of Supergirl.
"Oh yes, I will have you," Lex said. "My little super-slut."