Part A
Supergirl flew through the war-torn streets of Metropolis at full speed--the sonic boom smashing what windows were left in the surrounding buildings. Normally she wouldn't have been so reckless, but she knew that the streets were clear. The city was mostly evacuated, aside from those already in battle.
She turned towards the Daily Planet building and saw Superman fighting off Lexcorp soldiers in their modified battle suits. His outfit was tattered, but he was clearly holding his own.
"Need a hand?" she asked as she approached, slowing to a hover.
"Nah," the young man said as he shot out a blast of pure telekinetic energy at a Lexcorp soldier. The blast shattered the soldier's battlesuit, causing him to plummet to the roof of the Daily Planet. "I've got the Planet pretty much under control. Hobbs Bay is also sound. Steel said he's moping up these clowns in Midtown. The big man is all yours, babe!"
Supergirl grimaced at the sexist dig. The "kid" was doing well, but he certainly wasn't like Clark. In powers OR in attitude.
She turned around and continued on her way towards number 1 Alexander Avenue--the Lexcorp Tower! The source of the gangland insanity, and home of the one and only Lex Luthor! The glass and metal building stood not only as a symbol of Metropolis but also as a sign of Luthor's control over the city. Luthor had brought down Metropolis once, and he was trying yet again with his technologically enhanced goon squads.
As she approached the tower, she saw first the bright flash, then felt the searing heat, of a laser beam as it came within a hair's breadth of hitting her. She dove down, but the laser continued to follow her descent. The Maid of Might poured on the speed as she descended to street level with the laser beam now in pursuit of her. She knew all she had to do was reach the base of the Lexcorp Tower and the laser cannon would be out of range.
Sure enough, when she was under a block away the laser cannon stopped firing. But she didn't stop. Instead she made a ninety-degree turn straight up, watching with some satisfaction as the sonic wake struck the face of the building, twisting the metal girders and turning office furniture into sawdust. The building had barely been touched since Luthor had started this little war for Metropolis, and now she was going to take the battle to him for the first time!
She stopped abruptly on the penthouse level, with a sadistic smile on her face as the sonic blast caught up with her, blowing her skirt, cape, and hair straight up, but also pulverizing the skylight windows. It would certainly be an ominous sight for anyone looking. Glass fragments shredded the inside the spacious quarters.
She drifted to the floor of the penthouse. "LUTHOR!" she bellowed into the empty room. "Come out!"
The Maid of Might walked around the room, using her telekinesis to turn over furniture and tables. Bookcases were torn from the walls and smashed to the ground.
"It's OVER!" she cried out. "Your goon squad is being mopped up. Your bombs are diffused. Metropolis still stands! It's over! Come out and make it easy on us all!"
"It's not over," came a ghostly voice. "Not by a long shot!"
Just then a hologram projector activated, casting the image of a reactor into the middle of the room.
"I have one more bomb left, and this one WILL destroy Metropolis!"
"The reactor..." Supergirl whispered. "The fusion reactor that powers the whole building!"
"The whole building, AND the arsenal of defensive weapons," said the disembodied voice. "In five minutes, the reactor will reach critical mass. When it does, the blast will take out the whole of New Troy island and scatter radiation to the outlying areas that will contaminate the metropolitan area for fifty years!"
Five minutes. More than enough time for Supergirl to save the city, but also more than enough time for Luthor to escape...if he hadn't already. For all she knew, he could have been halfway to Rio by now.
"Not if I can get to it first!" she said.
She started to move, but before she could a figure appeared from the hallway. She expected it to be Demonica--Luthor's sinister female enforcer.
But it wasn't Demonica standing before her.
He was young, physically fit, and looked a little like Lex Luthor in his prime but with thick blond hair. He looked at her intensely with an air of confidence, like he owned her.
"But you have to get past me first," he said softly. "My little super-slut!"
Her mouth went agape in horror. Her eyes widened. She should know him. Everything in her body said that she should know him! But even though she didn't, she was still terrified of him. Then she realized that her costume had gotten baggier again, and her perspective had dropped a few inches. A lock of hair--brown hair, not blonde--swept past her eyes. She realized that the unexplained shock had made her revert back to her human identity of Linda Danvers.
"You've changed so much," the man said as he reached for the zipper of his pants. "My BIG friend and I must explore this new body of yours!"
"This can't be happening," she whispered to herself. "Who are you?"
"I own you," the blond man said in a voice unlike Lex's. "You will always be mine...my little super-slut!"
"No..." she said in a whimper as she saw the huge cock spring out of the man's pants. "No...this can't be happening! Not to me..."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Linda Danvers awoke in a cold sweat, her fingers gripping her nightclothes.
"Lights," she said hastily.
The lights in the bedroom came on.
"Just another nightmare," she mumbled. "Another nightmare... Time."
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It was another nightmare. This time it was the Battle of Metropolis, Lex Luthor's final stand before his supposed death. As Supergirl, she had saved the city from being destroyed and, with the new Superman's help, captured Luthor once and for all. But that was twenty years ago!
And who was the blond man? Something in the back of her mind said she should know him, but she didn't know how or where. At first she thought it to be Buzz, the devil-spawn who had not only forced Supergirl to merge with the dying body of Linda Danvers, but also served as her tormentor for years. As a human, he was also blond-haired. But no, Buzz was gone forever. Destroyed by his master, Neron, for trying to take over Hell.
Still, this strange man had haunted her nights for two weeks. He showed up in dreams of her marriage to Dan Holland, her fantasies about other heroes and heroines, and even the dreams surrounding the birth of her daughter, Kara Lee.
She'd thought about contacting a doctor about it, but she was afraid the secret of her other life would come out, and that was something she didn't want to have happen. How could she explain to anyone that for more than twenty-five years she had been living a lie? That she was Supergirl, a protomatter being merged with the body of human who by all rights should've died in 1996?
She wanted to go to the Kents about it...but Jonathan and Martha had died years ago; and Clark really wasn't the same since he'd lost his powers forever. And her--Linda's--parents wouldn't be any help either. It really wasn't something she could bring up to them. "Hi mom! Hi dad! Say, I've been having these weird dreams about a guy I don't remember who's hung like Long Dong Silver and calls me Super-Slut." Yeah, that would fit right in with their devout Christian upbringing! Besides, her parents had never fully accepted the fact that Supergirl and Linda Danvers were one person.
Just then she heard some noise outside of the bedroom. "Who's there?" she asked.
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She got out of bed and reached for her cane. She cursed the all-too-human pains that caused her to limp when once she could fly.
In every way, Kara Lee Danvers resembled her mother in her youth--brown hair, blue eyes. The only difference was she was more physically proportioned than Linda was at that age. More developed breasts, a cuter smile, and no glasses. Not even a need for glasses. She also liked to have her hair down and wavy, the way Supergirl used to keep her golden tresses. No new-age do for her!
Kara also liked to wear more revealing clothes to show off that body of hers. Black bodysuits that left little to the imagination, short skirts that barely covered her pubic region never mind the bottom of her ass cheeks. Kara had already been propositioned twice last year to pose nude for Play-pet Magazine Online. Offers that Linda had forbade her to accept, lest they both get evicted from the town for moral turpitude.
"Where the hell were you?" Linda asked as she limped into the living room.
"Jesus!" exclaimed Kara as she turned around to face her mother. "You startled me! What, did you have the house wake you up?"
"Answer my question," she demanded. "Where were you?"
Kara dropped her bag on the sofa. "I was with friends, Okay? Does that settle your curiosity?"
"Which friends?" asked a thin-lipped Linda.
"Jesus! You never quit!"
"Which friends, Kara?"
Kara wanted to lie, but before she could a single name slipped from her lips. "Marcus..."
Linda hit the roof. "MARCUS? We had an agreement! No staying out past 11, especially when it concerned Marcus!"
"But, mom..."
"No buts about it! You knew the rules! And now you're grounded!"
"But, mom!"
"No buts!" reiterated Linda. "Now get to bed! You still have to go to class tomorrow!"
Linda watched as Kara stormed off to her bedroom, trying to remember if she--if Linda--was as rebellious at that age. Then she remembered: yes, Linda was rebellious, and it just about killed her.
Kara slammed the door to her bedroom hard and flopped herself on the bed.
"Stupid!" she exclaimed to herself. "Why didn't I just lie to her? Tell her it was Kathy, or Missy, or...or...ARUGH! What's the point? She'd just ground me anyway, like I was still some kid!"
She got off the bed and shrugged off her light jacket. She wished she didn't have to wear one in the warm spring weather, but what she wore underneath it would have certainly gotten her stopped by the police for morals violations. Leesburg was considered one of many tight "family values" communities for the 21st century, which meant nearly everything Kara wore--aside from some church dresses--pushed the limits of decency bylaws. But what she had on this night was definitely a serious infraction of the morals code.
The dress she wore was see-thru, showing everyone her firm 36D breasts in the faint pink hue of the neo-plastic material. Underneath that she had on a pair of red lace panties that showed off her toned ass and her long legs. The outfit was made complete with a blue scarf that she had strategically draped around her neck so that the ends could fall and hide her breasts if the police stopped her.
She looked down at herself. What she wore was pretty ordinary for the nightclub scene in nearby Echo City--a town that had no morals laws. That was where she had met Marcus that night.
She slipped off the dress, her hand grazing her erect nipples as she did. The sensations rippled from her nipples through the rest of her body. She was still under the influence of the Ecstasy-21X drug that she and Marcus took at the start of the night. The drug was quite safe, but it heightened all stimulation--such as the close contact of someone while dancing to 21st century technolust music. She had orgasmed twice that night from its influence, both with Marcus, and they'd had their clothes on the whole time.
She began to massage her breasts, reveling in the waves of pleasure left over from the drug. "Oohh," she moaned. "Oh...I wish Marcus was here right now..."
She lay down on the bed. "Channel 69," she muttered to the home system.
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"OVERRIDE!" she exclaimed, not wanting to ruin the rush of pleasure she was feeling.
The monitor in her room then clicked on to display the Play-pet Channel--the adults-only channel that the authorities in Leesburg had banned.
The last time they'd been in the house alone, Marcus had showed her how to reprogram the system to override the morality chip. Soon after that, her mother had caught them naked, in the afterglow of sex. At least they had turned off the monitor before they got caught. Tampering with the morality chip was a felony.
Naked men and women writhed in an orgy on the monitor as Kara pulled down on her panties to expose her neatly trimmed brown pussy hair.
"Yeah..." she mumbled as she began to rub her clit. "Fuck me now...oh baby...yeah..."
Her hand began to rotate faster and faster around her clit as she gyrated to the sounds of pleasure and the pleasures her own body was generating. She cupped her breast with her other hand. She was vaguely aware that her body was shaking in the throws of orgasm.
Linda was almost asleep when she heard the vibrations that seemed to be coming from her daughter's bedroom. They rattled through the antique dresser her mom had given her, tipping pictures over.
"Lights!" she said as she again reached for her cane.
Linda limped out of her bedroom and across the living room to Kara's bedroom. The noise of the vibrations got louder as she approached. She reached for the doorknob and turned it. She only had the door open a crack when what she saw made her pause.
Kara was lying naked on the bed. The whole bed was shaking with her.
And at Kara's groin, there was only a flesh-toned blur where there should be her right hand.
Kara's eyes were closed.
"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OH-oh-oh-oh-oh-OHHH-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-OHHHHHHHH-HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
Linda quickly closed the door, fearing what she saw. Not that Kara was masturbating, but that she was doing it at SUPER-speed!
As quickly as possible, she limped back into the living room and pulled a bottle of wine out of the safe. Alcohol was illegal in Leesburg, but she'd managed to squirrel away a small supply. She opened the bottle in the kitchen and poured herself a glass.
"Dear God, no," she said as she finished the glass. "Please...tell me she's not like me...not her..."
The next morning, Linda arrived at Leesburg Community College to begin her class. She had been teaching art appreciation courses for the last few years, but it wasn't something she really wanted to do.
Up until five years ago, she'd been a successful artist, but then she'd begun to experience pains in her limbs that doctors couldn't identify. They ruled out arthritis and other joint ailments. The only explanation she could determine was that her transformations between Linda Danvers and Supergirl were causing more strain on her body now than ever before.
Supergirl had been in semi-retirement since she had learned she was pregnant, and after Kara was born she had appeared only in major crisises. She'd discovered that by staying in her Linda form for so long, her super-powers had faded away. Then she'd begun to lose some of her steadiness. She couldn't create things anymore, and she couldn't walk without a cane to balance herself.
She'd wanted to try turning back into Supergirl, but she was afraid that once she did, she wouldn't be able to change back into Linda, who would disappear forever. And that would be hard to explain to everyone.
Instead, she'd finally accepted her limitation and resigned herself to the fact that Supergirl was retired forever.
So she taught art appreciation at the college. The pay was adequate, and because she was an associate professor, Kara was able to study at little additional cost. All Linda had to do was to keep her daughter from doing something that would get her expelled on moral grounds.
The students were young and enthusiastic, but many of them only took the course for an easy 'A' grade. She found it frustrating to see a good percentage of her students fumble with trying to find meaning in a painting or sculpture. Worse yet, she often found herself under scrutiny by administrators who wanted to make sure each piece of artwork fit the town's moral standards. They didn't allow her to use live models. They didn't allow her to show classic nudes. There wasn't much she was allowed to show, but when it came to the artwork of superheroes, she fought tooth-and-nail to keep it. After all, she'd created many of those works in her younger years.
"OK class," she announced, "I want you to turn on your terminals and tell me about THIS piece of work." The hologram next to her displayed a three-dimensional statue of a woman in a cape and cowl. "This is a statue of Batgirl, currently displayed in the Gotham City Museum. Batgirl's career was relatively brief, but memorable. Years after her abrupt retirement, Gotham City commissioned this statue in her honor and placed it next to their other legendary protectors, Batman and Robin. You..."
Just then she heard faint chuckles from a group of young men near the back of the classroom. She limped over to them. "What's the joke, boys?"
The guys turned red in embarrassment, and one of them quickly tried to make some adjustments to his terminal. But she was faster. Using her cane, she spun the terminal around so she could see it.
The young man was embarrassed, "I...uh...it's..."
Linda's mouth went agape in shock. It was a picture of her as Supergirl, shackled to a table, her red miniskirt hiked up to leave her bare from the navel down, and her blue shirt ripped open down the middle to expose her breasts.
"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?" she demanded as she slapped her cane on the top of the terminal.
The young man faltered. "I...uh...I..."
"WHERE!??"
"On the Net!" he said quickly. "I don't know who!"
She excused the whole class except for the student in question. With the help of the Dean of Students, Linda had the terminal scanned. In all, the student had three gigabytes of Supergirl images on the terminal, and two video clips of her being raped. When questioned by the Dean, the young man couldn't explain where he got them, only that they were being passed from E-mail to E-mail by people who wanted them. The Dean suspended the student and sent copies to the police department for a full investigation.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," Dean Wymer told her. "I know you were a fan of Supergirl years ago."
"She was a friend," Linda said, still shaking. "I don't know where she is now, but I know I can't have her reputation destroyed like this."
"Well, I know it'll be pretty hard for the police to track down who's been distributing the clips," he said. "The Internet is still pretty chaotic today. Once it gets online, you can't really stop it."
She looked down at the smutty images of Supergirl. Everything about it seemed all too real. It was too complex for a computer-generated simulation. Too detailed. More than that, something deep down inside her said that it WAS real. But if it was, why didn't she remember it?
"Can I borrow this copy?" she asked as she picked up the disk. "I've got a friend who's an expert on this sort of stuff. Maybe she can figure out who the author is."
"I don't know," he replied. "The police will want to do their own investigation, and I..."
"My friend...well, she works with the major law enforcement agencies. She's their expert in these things."
The Dean waved his hand in acceptance and Linda pocketed the disk. "I'll be sure to have her share any clues with the chief," she said as she headed out the door.
"House," Linda announced as she entered the front door, "activate Matrix program."
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She removed her jacket as she rapidly limped into her bedroom. Inside, a special terminal appeared from behind a forest landscape hanging on the wall. "Prepare for a encrypted link, UN authorization SG911."
<
She looked at it for a minute. It was her Supergirl costume. The one she'd retired years ago. Reflex told her to change into it, to change her body into the younger blonde beauty she once was. Then her cane tapped against her leg, and she felt the stiffness of her fifty-year-old body. No, those days were over...
"No," she said softly. "Use Supergirl holopic for transmitted image. Open connection."
The connection was filled with static. <
Barbara Gordon-Wayne groaned as she slid herself out of bed and into her wheelchair. "OK, OK" she mumbled as she wheeled herself over to her terminal. As she arrived, the screen flashed the authorization codes.
"I'll be damned," she said as she recognized who was calling her.
The screen displayed a computer-generated image of Supergirl. "Hi, Oracle."
"Long time no see, Supergirl," Barbara said with a smile. "Is this call social or professional?"
The image didn't show any emotion, but Barbara knew from Supergirl's tone that it wasn't social. "Wish I could say social... Listen, I got word that someone has been E-mailing some pornographic pictures of me to whomever wants them. I managed to get my hands on a file of some of them. I need you to find out who's sending them."
Oracle made some adjustments to her terminal. "OK, I'm set on this end. Transmit your data now."
It only took thirty seconds for the 3GB file to finish downloading to her terminal. Her stomach soured when she decompressed it and opened the first few images of Supergirl stripped and spread out on an observation table. How helpless she was. How powerless. Like Barbara herself had been when the Joker...
"What makes you think these are of you?" she asked after regaining her composure.
"I wish I could tell you," Supergirl replied. "I don't remember these things happening, and this is something you wouldn't forget..."
"No," the former Batgirl whispered as she put a hand on her paralyzed legs. "Something you never forget..."
"So, do you think you can...?"
Barbara closed the images. "I'll run them through my computers and see what I can come up with. Can I page you from your terminal?"
"Uh...no, Oracle...I'll check in. Thanks."
"OK, Supergirl. Oh, and don't wait so long to call next time!"
"Thanks," came the reply. "Out."
Barbara opened up the images once again and began running filtering programs, keenly aware of the sound of metallic-reinforced shoes approaching.
"You're still up, Bruce?" she asked.
The silver-haired man slowly made his way to his wife and kissed her on the forehead. "Took short naps around four," he replied. "What are you working on?"
She nodded towards the screen. "Supergirl said somebody has been e-mailing these pics out to people. I'm trying to find out who's doing it."
Bruce looked at the video clip of a bald man sticking his huge cock into Supergirl's mouth. Then another of Supergirl changing into a blonde bombshell with huge tits. His face went ashen.
"No..." he whispered.
"Did you say something dear?" Barbara asked.
"Ah...no. Sorry, Barb. Anyway, how do you know these are of Supergirl? Lex Luthor used to have protomatter duplicates of her at one point. This could just be a 'clone' of Supergirl getting raped."
"She doesn't think so," his wife replied. "And something tells me these aren't...but the computer should find out who's been sending them."
Linda Danvers pulled off her shirt, and then her slacks. Her 32B breasts didn't sag in her bra...she didn't have much anyway, and age made that point moot. But she did notice the slight paunch in her belly. The paunch she hadn't had when she was younger, nor when she was Supergirl. That had come after she gave birth to Kara. Her legs were also much thicker now. Years of being Linda Danvers did that, aging like any human would.
She limped over to the Supergirl outfit hanging in the secret compartment in her closet. She remembered how the cape attached to Velcro clasps just underneath her neckline. Then there was a second set of clasps in the back of her outfit that allowed her to get in and out of it. She slid her legs through the holes, wincing in pain as she did. Then she dragged the whole outfit over her body.
"I used to do this almost at the speed of thought," she whispered to herself as she tugged the outfit to mimic its former contours. Then she slid on the red cape and looked at herself in the mirror.
She didn't look or feel like she was Supergirl anymore. Even in her prime, Linda Danvers couldn't fill out Supergirl's outfit, but now the difference was even greater. Her graying brown hair reminded her that she was still a fifty-year-old woman. Then there were the noticeable lines where she was wearing a bra and panties underneath. She used to wear nothing underneath her costume--much to the delight of the men she worked with. Then there were the braces on her knees, which really reinforced the obvious fact that she wasn't Supergirl anymore.
"Damn..." she mumbled, then fought to remove the outfit.
Kara came home early and noticed her mother's car in the driveway.
"Mom?" she asked as she entered the house. Then when nobody answered, "House, where's Mom?"
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Kara dropped her books on the kitchen counter and was about to walk towards her room when she noticed something odd from the corner of her eye. It was in her mother's bedroom.
She walked into the room and saw the faded Supergirl outfit lying on the bed. She chuckled softly at the thought that her mother would actually have a copy of Supergirl's outfit hidden somewhere. But then she noticed the recessed monitor where normally there was a painting of a crystal forest.
"What the...?"
Suddenly the room darkened. <<Security alert! Unauthorized access!>>
"House, it's just me!" Kara said. "SHHHHHH!"
Linda came limping out from the bathroom in a robe. "Cancel," she said softly.
The lights came back on, and she could see Kara standing in the room, holding the outfit in her hands, as the painting slid back over the hidden terminal.
"Mom?" Kara said in shock. "What's going on?"
Linda sat down on the bed. "I suppose I should explain..."
It took a good thirty minutes for Linda to explain everything to her daughter. Supergirl's past. Her creation on a doomed world. Her travel to Earth to enlist Superman's help. Being brainwashed by Brainiac, then seduced by Lex Luthor. How she'd merged with Linda Danvers to become one being with two lives. And why she'd retired her life as Supergirl.
Kara sat through it all in shock. She never would have guessed that her mother was Supergirl if she hadn't noticed the old outfit.
Then she had a secret of her own to share. "Mom...I think I'm one of those metahumans."
Linda put her hand on Kara's. "I know you are, dear. Last night when you came home, you were somewhat...very... uh...active...in your room. I was about to scold you, but then I saw that you..."
"I was doing it," Kara said, "too fast?"
Linda chuckled. "Something like that. Oh, I wish I could take you someplace where we could measure your powers. Is there anything else that's...well, super-human? Anything you haven't been able to tell anyone about?"
Kara thought about it for a minute. "Well...now that you mention it...there were a few times in PE class back in high school when it seemed like I was going too fast for the rest of the class. The coach kept asking me if I wanted to be on the track team."
"Well, we've already got speed down," her mother said. "Anything else?"
Kara got embarrassed. "Well...uh...it sort of involves Marcus."
Linda's face soured. "Might as well tell me. Probably nothing that I haven't seen or heard before."
"Well, a few weeks ago...when Marcus and I were...well, you know...doing it. I sorta bent the metal headboard of his bed."
"MM-HMM..." grunted Linda. "And did you fix it?"
"Oh yeah, mom! He didn't even notice that I bent it!"
"OK," she said. "So you have some amount of super-strength."
"Mom?" Kara asked with a sly grin. "Do you think I can...fly?"
Linda once again put on a sour face. "As much as I'd like to find out, honey, I really don't think we can. As you know, I'm powerless in this form."
"So? Who says that YOU have to do the flying? You can, like, coach me from the ground while I do it."
Linda sighed. "Dear, it's not like I can take you into a field in the middle of the night. Besides having somebody see us, there are some really sensitive air-traffic sensors in place that can spot anything higher than thirty feet off the ground. I had to have a registered transponder sewn into my outfit so I wouldn't be shot down."
Her daughter still had the grin. "So, who says that YOU have to wear the Supergirl outfit?"
Ten minutes later, Kara came out of her bedroom wearing the Supergirl costume. It was clear from the start that Kara was not only bigger, but also more proportioned than Linda ever was as Supergirl. The red skirt was supposed to cover the blue panty bottom of the outfit, but when it was on Kara the skirt only just covered the blue panties. The sleeves of the top were also too short for her. But the most significant problem was the S-diamond insignia, which was elongated as the fabric stretched over Kara's breasts.
Kara held the crimson cape in her hand. "Mom, how am I supposed to put this on?"
Linda took the cape from Kara's hands and walked around behind her. "There are some Velcro tabs just under the collar...just put the ends here..." She reached under the collar and tucked one end of the cape underneath it, hooking the Velcro tabs together. She started to do the same on the other side when Kara grabbed the other end. "Yes, that's it. There. What do you think?"
Kara walked towards the full-length mirror in her bedroom and she looked at herself. "I dunno, mom...it's...well it's pretty...OLD, don't you think? Really retro-20th!" She pulled the collar out a bit. "It's also mashing my tits in."
Linda tugged at the hemline of the skirt, trying to make it drop below Kara's pubic region. "It...uh...was designed for me. Or rather, me as Supergirl. But you seem to have grown a bit bigger than that. Damn, I can't get this skirt to go down any further..."
"I dunno mom," Kara giggled, "I kinda like it like that."
"KARA!"
"Really mom, how long do you think it's been since anybody's even SEEN Supergirl? Years, right?"
"Yeah...well, we can ALWAYS make alterations."
An hour later, the two women were in the middle of the college's football stadium. There hadn't been a football game held there in two years--the school no longer had the money to pay for insurance to cover the players. It was the perfect place to see if Kara possessed all of her mother's former powers.
And sure enough, Kara COULD fly, and quite well, considering it was her first time.
Linda watched as her daughter--her baby--took to the air. At her insistence, Kara wore a blonde wig to hide her brown locks, completing the illusion. Looking twenty feet up, Linda had an intensely odd feeling at seeing "Supergirl." Was this what Linda had seen before she 'died', she asked herself. Did she see Supergirl hovering over her dying body?
Kara floated back down to her mother. "This is so fucking INTENSE!" she exclaimed. "It's almost better than sex! God, I GOTTA tell Marcus about this!"
"NO!" exclaimed Linda. "Don't you EVER do that, do you hear? Listen, it wasn't easy for your father when he found out who I was. Not even your paternal grandparents ever knew about it! The less people who know about what you can do, the less likely they'll be used against you."
"But, MOM...!"
"No buts! Now we better get out of here. We can come back here tomorrow for more training."
On an island mansion, a withered old man watched with glee as he viewed a video of two women standing in the middle of a football field in Leesburg, Virginia.
His face showed the weathering of a hundred years on him, but his eyes still showed the tremendous fire within him.
"Enlarge and enhance," he commanded with a wheeze of air through his lungs.
The image focused on a blonde-haired woman dressed in a familiar blue and red outfit.
"It's her..." he wheezed. "She's back..."
He began to feel a longing in his groin that he hadn't felt in years.
It was a longing that no woman, not even any of his late wives, could satisfy completely. Only she could.
"My...little...super...slut..."
Bruce Wayne stared over the images his wife had been asked to investigate.
They were of Supergirl being raped by what appeared to be Lex Luthor. There were also several video clips of her screaming in agony and sound clips of her climaxing involuntarily.
Barbara was good investigator, almost as good as he was. As Oracle, she knew her way around the Internet as though she'd invented it. And she'd been able to trace the source of the illegal files back to the Internet account of an Interpol agent who had died twenty years ago. It was a typical ghost setup for anyone who needed to remain anonymous online.
The question remained--who was the ghost?
He wanted to tell Barbara the truth--that he KNEW the images were real. It DID happen. But how could he tell her, much less Supergirl?
It had happened so long ago, and he thought all evidence of it had been destroyed...except...
He got out of the chair, the metal exoskeleton clicking as he did. He cursed at his sixty-year-old body and all the abuse he'd sustained as Batman. Decades of fighting crime, not to mention having his back broken by Bane, had taken their toll on him. Now, his exoskeleton gave him mobility and strength, but it took away his speed, not to mention his stealth. Anyone could hear him approaching from a distance.
Much like Barbara, he wasn't taking forced retirement easily.
The service elevator seemed to move ever so slowly. Alfred had once said that it was the fastest elevator he ever rode in. But Alfred had never raced down the stairs like he did when he was younger.
The Cave. Aside from all the Batman memorabilia and the workshop where he worked on his automated Bat-sentinels, it was empty. Most of the computers had been transported upstairs so Barbara could use them as Oracle. She never could stand the Cave. Rows of the ten-foot flying automatons stood dormant, their batteries recharging for their nightly patrols of Gotham City.
In the back of the lab was a hidden panel disguised to look just like part of a cave wall. Upon opening the panel, he placed his palm on the plate. The sensors hummed in recognition, then the whole cave wall opened up to reveal Batman's secret vault.
The vault had initially been built to house just one thing--the kryptonite ring Superman had given him. But eventually, other devices had needed to be stored so that no one would ever get their hands on them. Besides the lead-lined box housing the only material capable of killing Superman, there was the only surviving copy of the Venom formula used to give Bane his super-strength, a vial of the lethal poison the Joker designed to kill himself (supposed to be the "ultimate joke"), Two-Face's lucky coin--being without it kept Harvey Dent a sane man--and Poison Ivy's "Poison Passion" flower that she'd intended to use to kill all humans on the face of the earth. Other devices such as special guns and certain "doomsday" triggers he'd collected over the years were held in drawers.
He opened up one of the drawers. The videotape was still there, sealed in the plastic container by his special security tape. It was undisturbed.
Something inside himself told him to rip open the seals. Let the toxic acid eat into the tape and destroy it forever. Let it be destroyed like he should have done decades ago. Instead, he put the container back into the drawer and closed up the vault again.
Kara Danvers was in heaven!
"OH...Oh God...yes...UUNNGGHH!!!"
She was naked on Marcus' bed, with the young man on top of her. His 10-inch cock was pumping in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer.
"Fuck me, Marcus...Uh...Uhh...UNNGGH...YEAH!!"
She grabbed his back as he continued to pump harder and harder into her. She was vaguely aware that her fingernails were biting into his skin. But Marcus soon felt it...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"
The pain broke the moment and he quickly backed out of her, retreating to the other side of the bed. "Goddamn it! That hurt! What are you trying to do, skin me alive?"
Kara lay there panting, still lost in her throws of orgasm, unable to comprehend what she'd just done to send her lover away from her. "Wha...what do you...?"
"My back! It's like you sliced it open!"
He turned his back to her so she could see what she did. There were ten deep scratches running down his back--claw marks where her fingernails had been. They weren't all that severe, but they had broken the skin and were bleeding.
"Shit!" she exclaimed as she shot out of the bed. "I'll get some peroxide."
As she went into the bathroom, she wondered if it was such a good idea to be here in the first place. She did so in defiance of her mother's wishes. She'd managed to sneak out with the Supergirl outfit underneath her clothes, figuring that the transponder would mask her presence as she made the short flight to Echo City to be with her boyfriend. But then, she was keenly aware of that fact she was no longer like any human being.
She was about to reach for the bottle of peroxide, when she instead grabbed a pair of scissors. She'd never had her hair cut before, because ever since she was a child it had always seemed to be the same perfect length and thickness. She pulled down a lock of hair and tried to cut it with the scissors. Nothing! It was like trying to cut steel!
Hearing Marcus moan in pain again, she put the scissors back and got the bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some cotton balls.
Linda Danvers came home after teaching class. "Kara?" she called out.
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"Damn," she muttered. Where could she be? The car was still in the garage. "House, is Kara in the backyard?"
<<Negative. Thermal sensors report no heat sources in the back yard.>>
In horror, she limped over to her bedroom. "House, activate Matrix program!"
But the secret terminal was already on, and the hidden closet containing her Supergirl outfit was already open. The cape and boots were still there, but the rest of her outfit was gone!
"House, when did Kara activate the Matrix program?"
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She moved to the terminal. "Activate tracer."
The computer located the transponder sewn into her Supergirl outfit at an apartment in Echo City. Then it was able to narrow the location down to the bedroom of that apartment, and finally to a spot just beside the bed in that room.
Suddenly, the screen went blank.
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Linda's eyes widened in horror. Who would be using a jamming device? No one except...
The door to the bedroom exploded open, catching the two naked lovers in their embrace. Three men in identical business suits burst in, aiming M20 assault rifles directly at them. One of them was wearing a pair of cyber-goggles.
"What do you want?" Marcus said as he tried to shield Kara's nude body with his own.
The man with the goggles pointed at the clump of clothing beside the bed. "There," he said.
Kara's eyes widened. They're after the costume, she said to herself. They want Supergirl!
"You're coming with us," said one of the suits. "Now!"
Marcus knew these weren't cops and lunged at the suits. "Kara, RUN!"
But his attack was cut short when the men fired their weapons; bullets sliced through the naked man like a hot knife thorugh butter. Kara could only scream as the man she loved was turned into Swiss cheese by the firepower. However, the bullets bounced off her invulnerable body.
Marcus' dead body was flung back onto the bed. Kara trembled.
"You're coming with us...now!" repeated the second suit.
Fear turned to rage as Kara finally realized that the weapons had no effect on her. They couldn't hurt her, but she could hurt them! She let the rage build up inside her. Through his goggles, the first suit could detect that her body was beginning to take on a bright glow.
"Holy shit..." he mumbled.
"YOU BASTARDS!" she screamed as she let all of her rage out.
The room went white.
When Kara opened up her eyes again, the room was black. Everything in it was obliterated. The bed, the dresser, the three suits, even Marcus' corpse, were all piles of ash. The windows were gone, and even the back wall that Kara had leaned against was vaporized, exposing her to the open air.
She felt drained. Everyone was dead. Everyone except her. Then she noticed the patch of color just a foot away from her. It was her mother's costume. It had somehow survived the blast. She quickly got dressed in it and flew back home at blinding speed, before the authorities could arrive.
Much to Linda's credit, she didn't say a word when she found Kara in the backyard wearing nothing but the Supergirl outfit sans boots and cape. The young woman hadn't even closed up the costume in the back. Linda simply embraced the sobbing girl and ushered her into the house, where the outfit joined the boots and cape in the lead-lined secret closet.
Then she placed a call to Oracle to see if she could help find who it was that was looking for Supergirl and was willing to kill to get her. Oracle said she'd look into it.
Hours later, Kara was still shaky, but was able to more fully recount the events to her mother. She sat on the sofa in her white robe, sipping a cup of hot tea. "I-I didn't think anyone would know I borrowed the outfit," she said between sniffles.
Linda took a sip of tea from her own cup. "The transponder doesn't mask your presence," she said. "It identifies you as Supergirl. I had it so I wouldn't be confused with a hostile enemy aircraft and shot down. All the other heroes had them, too."
"I don't know if I want to be a hero anymore," Kara said after a long pause. "I thought, you know, how prime it would be to have these powers and do all the stuff you used to do...but now that Marcus is...is..."
Linda set down her cup and embraced her daughter again.
Three days later, what was left of Marcus' remains were put to rest. The police had no clues as to what happened to him, or the identity of the three assailants that were also vaporized.
For her part, Kara said nothing. She wanted to tell the Echo City PD everything, but then she realized that then she'd have to explain her powers to them. Instead, she kept quiet and played the shocked girlfriend routine.
As they returned from the funeral, Linda noticed the entranceway light flickering. To most people, it would simply be an electrical short. But Linda knew better. The flickering light was actually a warning that someone was trying to contact Supergirl.
Kara noticed the Linda's concerned look. "Mom?"
"Someone wants to talk to Supergirl," she said softly.
"Maybe it's Oracle," her daughter suggested, "with some more information on who killed Marcus?"
But Linda said nothing. Oracle would not have triggered that particular alarm unless it was a crisis situation. So either it WAS a crisis, or someone else was trying to contact Supergirl.
"Activate Matrix program," she said as she entered the house. By the time the two of them reached her bedroom, the terminal was already displaying the message intended for Supergirl.
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"View message," Linda said. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kara standing in the doorway. She waved her daughter inside.
The image displayed a face view of a man in his late 20s; his long black hair was slicked back into a ponytail that draped over his left shoulder.
"Greetings, Supergirl," the man said. "My name is Max Apollo. No doubt you've heard of me."
"No doubt," Linda mumbled.
"I have certain information that might be of interest to you. It's about the images that you've no doubt seen on the Internet. Contact me whenever you get this message if you're interested."
Linda turned towards her daughter. Kara shrugged. "Activate auto-page and use digital image," Linda ordered.
A moment later, Max Apollo's smiling visage appeared on the screen. "Supergirl," he said cheerfully, "I'm glad you decided to take up my offer."
"You made no offer," Linda rebuked. "You said you had some information about those pictures on the Net. I'm listening."
The businessman chuckled. "No, no. Face-to-face. Here at the Apollo Building."
Linda grimaced. "That's...impossible to do right now." Then she felt her daughter tug at her sleeve. "Hold on...Audio Mute." The screen beeped to signal that the microphone was turned off. "Yes?"
"Mom, let me go there for you. He probably hasn't seen Supergirl in his life outside of what's on the Net. I can..."
"No," Linda said decisively. "You're not ready for that. Besides, I know this kind of guy. He wouldn't go to the trouble of contacting me if he couldn't tell the difference. No, he wants Supergirl." She frowned.
"Mute off... I can't be there, but I'd like to send a friend in my place."
Max frowned. "Very well," he said. "Tell your friend to meet me tomorrow at three."
The Apollo Building was the pinnacle of Echo City; much like the Lexcorp Building was to Metropolis. A clear indication to anyone that THIS was the center of power for the city. The one hundred-fifteen story blue and black monolith of glass and steel housed banks, corporate offices, government offices, three medical clinics, an investment firm, two four-star restaurants, and the most powerful man in Echo City.
Max Apollo owned not only the building itself, but also everything that was contained within it. His money greased the wheels of industry. From his penthouse office suite, he could make or break a business venture before he had his first cup of coffee.
The top three floors of the building were reserved exclusively for him. He lived in the top two floors. The third floor was for work.
Linda Danvers waited in the spacious outer room, watching as a hologram of a blonde secretary went through the motions of keeping things in order. In reality, however, everything was done automatically.
Computers answered the phones, scheduled appointments, and relayed messages to the boss. The hologram simply provided a pleasing face for visitors and gave the impression that Maxwell Apollo was an extremely busy man.
The ornate twin doors opened and the hologram looked up at Linda. "Mister Apollo will see you now," it said.
Linda leaned on her cane to pick herself up off the couch. "Thanks, C3PO," she said snidely as she hobbled her way past the doors.
The office took up an entire quarter of the floor. It was surrounded by glass, giving a panoramic view of the city. Two large aquariums ran parallel to the center of the building, serving as guides to the ornate desk at the end of the room.
Max Apollo got up from his desk to greet Linda halfway through the room. The young man was barely twenty-five and already was master of one city. The appearance of his chiseled body was further enhanced by the expensive, exquisitely tailored business suit.
"Mrs. Holland, I presume," he said as he offered his hand.
"It's Ms. Danvers," she said politely as she shook his hand. "Holland was my ex-husband's name. You can call me Linda."
"Linda it is, then. As long as we're being informal, you can call me Max." He guided her to the end of the room, where there was a sofa. "I wish I'd known Supergirl was sending you to see me. If I had, I would have brought in a mobility chair. I realize how painful it must be for you to walk nowadays."
"I get along just fine on my own," she said. "I have for years."
"Yes, of course," he said with a condescending smile. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Spark?"
"I'm fine," Linda said as she sat down on the sofa.
"Very well," he said as he sat down in his chair. "I assume Supergirl is somewhere nearby, right?"
"Near enough," she said. She knew that Kara was on the rooftop of a neighboring building, dressed in the Supergirl outfit and a blonde wig. Linda fingered the panic button on her pager, knowing it would take but one press to have Kara storm the room. "What did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to apologize to her for what happened," he said. "I found out that she was in the city recently and that someone was looking for her. Given what happened in that apartment over in South-side, I feel somewhat responsible."
"Were your people responsible?" Linda asked.
He frowned. "No, but I wanted her to know that I have spared no expense trying to find out who was. I don't tolerate this sort of stuff in my city."
"I didn't realize anyone could own a city," she said dryly. She saw shades of Lex Luthor in his mannerisms.
"A figure of speech," he replied. "For the time being, anyway."
Linda shifted her position as she changed the subject. "You had also said you knew something about those phony pictures on the Internet."
Max smiled. "They're not fakes. My information is that it actually occurred, many years ago."
Linda chucked. "And how would you know?"
"I happen to know that two people either witnessed the event, or were there. Both of them have a videotape of the whole thing. One of them has been posting the information over the Internet."
Linda leaned forward. "Who?"
"I need some assurances that..."
"WHO?"
Linda slammed her cane on the ornate black table. The sound echoed through the room like thunder.
Max, startled by this sudden incident, shot up in his chair. "Ah...Ms. Danvers...I..."
Linda was standing, fractured cane in her trembling hand. "TELL ME! WHO?"
The young billionaire didn't say a word for few seconds, then in a weak voice said, "Batman."
Linda stepped back in shock. "B-Batman? N-no...that's impossible!"
Max stood up. "My information is that Batman was one of the people that was there."
Tears welled up in Linda's eyes. It couldn't be, she screamed in her mind. It just couldn't be! Bruce Wayne was a friend of the Kents, and her!
She hobbled out of the room as fast as her damaged body could take her.
"Ms. Danvers?" Max called out. "Linda? What's wrong?"
But she didn't respond. The tears stung her face as she hobbled past the receptionist and took the elevator to the ground floor. She clawed at the pager, pressing down on the call button as hard as she could until she felt the wind generated by her daughter swooping down to meet her.
Kara was concerned when she saw her mother standing there, trembling, in the entranceway of the building. "Mom? Mom? What happened?"
"Get me to the car!" Linda said. "Right now!"
Minutes later, Kara landed in the woods just outside Echo City. They had left their car in the local park so they wouldn't have to worry about being seen leaving their home with Kara dressed as Supergirl.
As soon as Kara landed, Linda limped out of her daughter's arms and began to take her clothes off.
"Get out of that outfit, now!" she ordered as she removed her pullover.
Kara was stunned. What could her mother have been told that would get her so fired up? She watched in amazement as Linda stripped down to her underwear.
"Come on!" Linda said. "Take it off, right now!"
Kara took off the blonde wig and began to pull the Supergirl outfit off her shapely body. Since the costume was so tight on her, she hadn't worn any underwear. She felt embarrassed as she stood there bare-ass naked in front of her mother. Nonetheless, she handed over the outfit.
"Mom, what did Max say?" she asked.
Linda took off her bra and panties, then slid into the costume as though it was second nature to her. "Not now," she said as she secured the clasp on the top of her outfit and slid on the cape. Then she sat down on the back of the car, slid off her leg braces and put on the red boots. She couldn't feel any pain in her limbs anymore. The rage and anger she let build inside of her, shut out any other kind of sensation.
She let out a yell when she reached down into the part of herself that she had long shut away. The part of her that she thought she'd retired years ago.
Kara watched in shock as she saw her mother change in front of her. Linda's frame grew into the outfit. Her once-sagging breasts puffed up like balloons. Her shriveled legs got larger and shapely. And her gray and brown hair grew longer and turned a bright shade of yellow.
Linda Danvers was gone. It was Supergirl standing before Kara now.
"M-Mom?"
Supergirl turned to Kara.
"Put on my clothes and drive back home," she said. "Don't do anything until I report back."
"Mom, what did he say?"
"Just do it!" Supergirl said as she took to the skies once again.
Kara watched in shock. What did Max Apollo tell her? Then she remembered she was standing completely naked in the middle of the great outdoors. She slid on her mother's pullover and slacks before fishing out the keys to the car.
"UUNNGGHHH!!!!" moaned Bruce Wayne. "I...can't..."
"NO!" Barbara said. "We're...almost...there!"
Bruce and Barbara moaned in pleasure and pain as she rode on top of him. More than anything in the world, Bruce wanted to be on top of her, to fuck her the way he always wanted to since the two of them started dating. But the weight of the heavy exoskeleton he had to wear in order for him to walk would crush Barbara's fragile frame in the process. The first time they'd tried to have sex, he almost broke her hip.
So now, the only way they could screw was for her to be on top. Bruce had installed gymnast rings over the bed that would allow her raise and lower herself over him.
Bruce reached out and grabbed hold of her C-cup breasts.
"OOOOHHH..." she moaned. "Almost...there...!"
Just then, the bedroom doors exploded open. Instinctively, Barbara swung off her husband's cock and into her waiting wheelchair. Bruce rolled off the bed, but not as gracefully.
"HOW COULD YOU!?" the woman at the entranceway shrieked.
"Supergirl?" said Barbara
"You better have a good reason..." Bruce started to say.
"You're the one who's got explaining to do!" she said. "What the hell happened to me?"
Barbara turned to her husband. "Bruce?"
The once and former Batman grimaced. "Come with me," he said as he reached for his robe.
Minutes later, they were in the Cave. Bruce Wayne handed Supergirl the sealed videotape from the vault. "I hoped to God I'd never have to show this to you," he said. "It happened about twenty-five years ago, just after your stint with the Titans."
"What happened?" she said.
"I got a call from Lois Lane saying that you were missing in some little town called Sugar Creek. You'd spotted Lex Luthor there, but then had disappeared."
"I remember," the Maid of Might said. "You told me that a protomatter duplicate of me was disguised as Luthor, and it trapped me and wanted to extract some secret about Clark."
"There's more to it than that," he said. "You'll have to see it..."
Hours later, Supergirl returned upstairs from the cave. She was visibly shaken and was clutching the tape in her hand.
Barbara rolled over to her. "Supergirl?"
Tears were still streaming down Supergirl's eyes. "How could you?" she said shakily.
Bruce said nothing.
"That...that...THING...raped me! Humiliated me! Degraded me into some slut! And you said NOTHING???"
Barbara rolled back in shock and horror.
Bruce Wayne simply stood there, his dark eyes remaining shut in shame.
"What would you have me say?" he finally said.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME!" she shouted.
The multi-millionaire sighed. "If I'd told you, you would have told Clark. The two of you would have stopped at nothing to kill Luthor for creating a monster like X."
"YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED HIM!"
"By the time I got to the room and unlocked the door, you'd already fucked X to death," he replied bluntly but evenly.
Supergirl threw the tape on the floor. The cassette cracked open and the tape spilled out. With a telekinetic burst, the cassette was shattered into dust.
"You still had no right to remove my memories of it!" she said with venom.
"I had every right to," he said.
The Girl of Steel snapped. Enraged, she charged at Wayne. But the retired Batman was still skilled enough to sidestep and give a mechanically assisted ridge-hand chop to her solar plexus. Supergirl crumbled to the ground, gasping for air and sobbing like a child.
"If I'd left the memories in, it would have scarred you for life," he said. "You would have been darker, more menacing than you've ever been in your life. Nobody deserves that kind of pain." He turned to face Barbara, who was also weeping in her wheelchair. "Nobody."
He turned back to Supergirl, who was still crumpled on the floor. "My only regret is that you found out," he said. "For that, I'm sorry."
As he left the room, he turned back towards his wife. Barbara Wayne ignored her husband and rolled over to comfort the weeping blonde lying on the floor.
Kara awoke at two in the morning to the sound of the house announcing that Supergirl had returned. She threw on a robe over her naked body and started walking towards her mother's bedroom. But it was still empty.
After a quick search, she found the young-looking blonde crouched down on the base of the sofa, trembling.
"Mom?" she said.
But Supergirl said nothing. She simply trembled as she looked at the empty fireplace.
"Mom? Are you OK? Speak to me, please?"
But Supergirl still said nothing. She didn't cry or whimper. The silence was deafening as she sat on the floor and trembled.
Kara held her mother tightly, and before long, both of them were asleep.
The next morning, it was Supergirl who paid a visit to Max Apollo. The millionaire playboy smiled his devilish smile as he greeted her on the deck of her rooftop penthouse.
"Supergirl, this is an honor. I can't imagine how you've been able to stay so young all these years. It's as if you've been in stasis for twenty..."
"Where is he?" she said.
"Where is who?"
"Luthor!"
Apollo backed away. "Luthor? He's dead. Been dead for years."
"No, he isn't!" she spat out. "You told m...my...friend, Linda, that only TWO people had access to that tape! One was Batman. The other person HAD to be Luthor. Now WHERE IS HE?"
Just then, a white-haired beauty walked onto the terrace. She was young, with a firm body, and was dressed in a yellow and red bodysuit that was cut down just past her navel. "This bitch giving you trouble?"
"Back away, little girl," Supergirl said while keeping her eyes locked on Apollo. "Before I show you what trouble really is!"
Apollo looked at both women. "No, Flare. It's all right. Supergirl and I are only...settling some differences."
Flare didn't say anything. Nor did she budge from where she stood. She simply put her hands to her hips and waited for what would happen next.
Max Apollo gestured to the sofa. "Can I get you something to drink?" he offered.
"The only thing you can give me right now is the location of Lex Luthor," Supergirl replied. "That's all I want from you."
He extended his arms. "That's it?"
Supergirl gritted her teeth. "That's...all."
"Fine. You'll find him on Island L. It's the last remaining Florida Key still above water."
Supergirl turned to face Flare briefly then turned back to Apollo. "You'd better be telling the truth," she said before taking off.
Flare moved up to her employer. "Are you OK, Max?" she asked. "I couldn't help but be concerned when..."
"Shut up!" he said.
Flare stepped back slightly. "Okayyyy..."
"Wait."
Flare smiled. "Yes, boss?"
Apollo turned to her. "I might have a job for you. But first I have to know if you have what it takes. Do you?"
She pulled apart the deep V-neck of her outfit, exposing her breasts to the open air. "Oh, I dunno...what do you think?"
"I think I need more information."
She pulled off the rest of her costume, leaving on only her lacy thong panties. "What about now, boss?"
Max Apollo walked up to her and ran a hand across her cheek. "I think this is just the start of the interview."
They kissed like lovers. But Flare knew better than to think of him as a lover. He loved her as much as he loved his holographic assistants. She was just his PR heroine, a slut with super-powers who made his empire look good. He used her, and in return she used him for publicity and a fat retirement account.
Max broke their embrace and spun her around so she was leaning face-first against a faux-Greek column. He crudely pulled her panties down past her ass and pulled out his cock. Flair had enough sense to spread her legs apart just as he shoved his dick into her from behind.
"AAAAA!!" she squealed. "Jesus, Max!"
But she knew better than to expect an answer from him at this point. He just needed to fuck someone. Supergirl intimidated him, and he didn't allow that kind of thing to happen, at least not without finding a way to vent his frustration.
She grunted with each thrust, thinking about all the perks of being an Apollo-sanctioned heroine. Publicity... appearances...bonuses...travel expenses...action figures...Internet games...collector cards...insurance covering everything from plastic surgery to dental...her own idol-worship online channel...a seven-digit pension when she turned thirty-five. But, as it always was, he was too big to shut out completely. Just thinking about her perks made her peak.
"OH GOD!!!!! MAAAAAAAXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!"
Max Apollo shuddered as he felt himself release inside Flare. The pulse of sperm shot inside her pussy, causing her to shake. Her fingers gripped the column, digging into the marble.
Max paused for a moment, then pulled himself out of Flare. "Thank you, Flare," he said as he readjusted his clothing. "I know I can always count on you."
Flare panted against the column. "Thank...you...sir..."
"Once you clean yourself up, I want you to go to Island L. No doubt Supergirl will be trashing it looking for Luthor."
Flare pulled her panties up. "You want me to come to his rescue?"
"No. Luthor is archive. He belongs with Superman and all the other relics of the 20th Century. But he still must have all his information about Supergirl. Information that I might need. I want you to get it for me."
She scooped up her outfit off the floor. "I'll probably need some cyber-suits to..."
"No. After their fiasco with that stupid punk, I don't want any of them near Supergirl. If she sees them working for someone besides Luthor, she'll know I lied to her and to her friend. Bring your cyber-goggles and a hacker package, and make sure I'm apprised of everything you do." He gave her a forceful kiss. "Smile, my dear. Just think, you'll get to see Supergirl's pretty ass get kicked."
For once in her life, something besides money brought a smile to Flare's face.
Island L was the only one of the Florida Keys still above water.
Kept afloat with the finest Lexcorp materials, the island, which was once all coral and crushed conch shell, was now a mixture of imported sand, clay, concrete, and various floatation devices that always kept it above sea level. An isolated pleasure paradise for the most dangerous billionaire in the world--Leena Luthor.
The daughter of Lex Luthor, Leena was every bit as ruthless as her father ever was. But her beauty, which was the only real gift from her late mother, cleverly masked her ambitions. What she wanted, she got. Almost, that is.
Supergirl hovered over the island with disgust. Fifteen years ago, she'd helped the Justice League foil Luthor's daughter's plan to destroy the world. She'd sworn to herself then that she would never return to the island after what she'd endured at the hands of the late terrorist. And here she was again, now going after the man who started it all.
Part of her wanted to contact Oracle, or maybe even Superman. But it was too late now. She saw the telltale puffs of smoke coming from the island's defenses. Surface-to-air missiles. Not powerful to take her down, but certainly enough to delay her and allow Luthor to escape.
"Not this time, Lex," she said with venom.
She charged at full speed, her telekinetic shield intercepting all missiles that came near her. The explosions thundered across the skies as she rocked down to the surface. The hunter/killer missiles that weren't intercepted followed Supergirl through the maze of defensive systems, finishing off the rocket launchers and laser cannons that she plowed through. Within minutes, every gun and missile battery on the island was destroyed.
With the defenses gone, Supergirl headed straight for the L-shaped glass complex that served as the command center. She remembered from her last encounter fifteen years ago that Luthor's daughter enjoyed the view of the island from the apex of the building.
Supergirl burst into the room like an avenging angel. Glass shattering through the room, her cape and skirt swirling in tropical breeze.
But nobody was there.
"LUTHOR!" she shouted in the empty room. She shivered, remembering the last time this had happened. It had nearly resulted in the destruction of Metropolis.
Without waiting for any kind of response, she kicked her way through the floor. The next room was also empty.
"I can do this for as long as it takes, Luthor!" she shouted.
On the third floor down, however, she finally encountered resistance. Luthor's robotic guards! Twin monoliths of promethium and titanium.
"Fine," she said with a smirk. "Be that way!"
Thirty seconds later, both robots were nothing more than scrap.
As if by magic, the far wall parted. Supergirl readied herself for anything that she could encounter.
"Well...done...my dear!"
An old man was wheeled out in an oversized chair. His withered arms were lined with intravenous tubes, pumping chemicals into his system to keep him alive. Tubes ran through his throat, providing him with air and nutrition. But the ruthless determination in his eyes was unmistakable, as was his hairless head.
"Luthor!" she exclaimed.
"You...remember...I...am...touched." His voice was strained. Artificial. "But now...what...brings...you...to...my heaven?"
"Murder and mayhem, for one thing," she replied. "You're still wanted for trying to destroy Metropolis again!"
Luthor smiled. "But...the...world...thinks me...dead. How...can...I be...wanted...for such...a crime?"
"Not everyone bought into your fake death, Luthor. Or else I wouldn't be here to begin with."
"True...but you...wouldn't...be...here...unless I...wanted...you...here!"
Her eyes narrowed. "You admit to sending those pictures?"
"Of...course..."
Supergirl's eyes turned red with fire. "How did you know...?"
From behind her came a voice so terrifyingly familiar, it nearly made her jump. "I told him, of course!"
Her eyes went wide. "Oh...no!"
She wheeled around to see the blond-haired man she remembered from her nightmares. The same man she'd seen on the videotape from twenty-five years ago. The man who'd raped and humiliated her. X Luthor!
"No...you're dead!" she shrieked.
"Now what a careless thing to say, my little super-slut" he said with a sinister grin. "I would have thought you'd remember me and my huge friend. He certainly misses your warm pussy!"
Supergirl backed into the wall. "No...this is a trick...you're dead! Batman said you were killed by the Orgasmatron! There was nothing except..."
"Except a puddle on the floor?" X said. "Do you really think a shape shifter would die like that?"
Supergirl couldn't say a word. Her mind was choking on a torrent of memories that had been repressed for so long. He was supposed to be dead! Batman said he was dead! Even Clark said he saw nothing but a puddle!
"What's...the...matter...Supergirl?" taunted Luthor. "Cat...got...your...tongue?"
"Or better yet, maybe she's aching for THIS!"
Supergirl's eyes were transfixed on X as he unzipped his fly and pulling out a huge penis. The phallus wasn't even erect, and it was already fourteen inches long.
"Yes...I think...she...needs...a refresher..."
Like a panicked child, Supergirl began to back away from the duo. She had to get away. To escape from the madness. Come back with Superman, Green Lantern, and Diana...raze the island the way she should have years ago.
"Right where we wanted you to be!" X said. Then he snapped his fingers.
A burst of energy came up from the floor underneath Supergirl's feet. A powerful surge of pleasure exploded through her body. Sensations that were so etched in body that she instantly recognized them as being from the Orgasmatron. But this was pure, raw, and more powerful than she remembered them to be. She felt her chest heave in and out great gulps of air. Her skin felt like it was on fire. Every nerve sang to her in both pleasure and pain.
She'd barely let loose a gasp of orgasmic pleasure when her universe collapsed around her...
Part B
Kara paced across the floor of the kitchen. She looked at the door to her mother's bedroom, hoping for any kind of signal.
"Any signal?"
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Kara picked up the cup of coffee she had poured almost an hour ago. It was cold. Ugh! I can't drink this cold, she thought to herself. She had spent so much time worrying about her mother since she'd woken up that morning that she hadn't even bothered drinking her usual cup of coffee.
She headed over to the microwave to reheat the cup, when suddenly she noticed that the coffee was boiling. More than just boiling, the cup was burning in her hands!
She quickly tossed the cup into the sink out of reflex. The impact made the cup shatter, and steam from the boiling coffee rose up from the basin.
She looked down at her hands. They weren't burnt. Nor were they generating any heat that she could feel. And yet, just by touch, she'd created enough heat to boil coffee in microseconds!
Just then she heard noise from Linda's bedroom.
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She raced over into the bedroom at super-speed, vaguely aware that the air friction had pulled open her robe. "Identify the signal," she ordered.
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She sighed. It wasn't her mother. "Open the channel."
An older woman appeared on the display. She had red hair mixed liberally with white, and wore wire-rimmed glasses. "Who are you?" she demanded. "You're not Supergirl!"
Kara cursed to herself as she pulled the robe closed. Damn! I should have told the computer to put up a holographic pic of Supergirl!
"I'm...uh...a student. Supergirl has been training me to take her place."
"Well, 'student', I need to talk to Supergirl. Where is she?"
"I wish I knew," Kara said with a sigh. "I was hoping you would know."
"You mean you didn't activate the transponder?"
Kara's eyes widened. "I can do that?"
Oracle closed her eyes. "Yes, yes...I designed the console you're using, so I know it can be done. Anyone with the right authorization can track down Supergirl's transponder."
"Can you do it for me?" Kara said sheepishly. "I'm still sorta new at this..."
Oracle sighed. "Very well. There. I've locked on to her transponder signal. It'll take a few seconds for the satellites to triangulate her location... Got it! She's south of Florida at...Oh my god! Island L!"
"What's Island L?"
"Island L is where Supergirl and the Justice League stopped Leena Luthor from destroying the world," Oracle replied. "It's just south of the Florida coast. The only person she could be after is...Lex Luthor!"
"Luthor? But I thought he was dead?"
"That's what I thought, until now. Listen. I tracked those porn images Supergirl wanted traced. I had to hack through seven intelligence servers before I found out who the author was--Max Apollo!"
Kara's eyes widened. "APOLLO? But he...he said that...he...OOOO! He LIED!"
"Well he's not the first one. But listen, if Max Apollo was fronting for Luthor, then Supergirl is in big trouble! You need to get over there and..."
Kara stammered. "ME? But...I'm...I'm not ready! I don't have a costume. I don't even have a superhero name! I can't just fly out there and..."
"Listen to me," Oracle said firmly. "You can put on a leotard and call yourself Superbabe for all I care! All I know is Supergirl is my friend, and I know she's in trouble. And if I could, I'd be out of this wheelchair and halfway to Florida in a heartbeat! But I can't. Someone has to, and that leaves you!"
Empowered by Oracle's statement, Kara nodded. "Ok, I'll go. But can't you send Superman or some other hero to help?"
"The Justice Brigade is on the other side of the planet," Oracle said. "Big earthquake in China. The other heroes are just corporate PR flunkies. Now unless you're going to be just another airhead with a metagene, I suggest you get your pretty ass to Florida and help out Supergirl!"
The line went dead.
<<Oracle has transmitted the coordinates of your mother's transponder>> the house computer said. <<Do you want me to put them on a digital map for you?>>
"Yes," Kara said as she looked down at her body and at her hands. "House, is there a spare Supergirl costume?"
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"Damn," she muttered. "I was hoping mom would have an extra costume."
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"What alternate outfits?"
The secret compartment that had contained the Supergirl costume slid open, then a second panel opened behind it revealing a whole collection of other blue-and-red outfits neatly arranged on hangers.
<<While only one actual Supergirl outfit remained, there have been other alternative designs>>
Kara pulled off the first outfit. It was an all-blue pantsuit with bell-bottom cuffs and a red belt.
"Bellbottoms? UGH! How 20th!"
The second outfit wasn't any better. Red shorts with a blue v-neck blouse and a red headband.
"Even worse than the other one!" she said with a shriveled nose. "How could she even THINK of wearing this stuff!"
The third was a red-and-blue bodysuit, reminiscent of the energy containment suit she remembered reading that the original Superman had to wear for a year. It resembled something from an old unisex clothing store she'd once seen in Echo City.
"Forget it! Way to confining for me!"
Then she saw the last outfit that was hanging there. A one-piece design that immediately appealed to her.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed. "Why didn't mom wear this one?"
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She looked at it again. "Daddy designed it? Hmm...no wonder mom didn't want to wear it. Still, it's better than flying down there in a bathrobe."
The Apollo super-sonic jet rocketed over the Florida coastline. The sleek aircraft was custom-built for the transportation of one person--Flare. The white-haired beauty had used the jet for many a covert operation before. She checked her equipment then sealed them into a waterproof pouch, before zipping up the black wetsuit she wore.
When the plane reached a distance of one mile from Island L, a specially designed door opened, and a lone figure dropped like a rock for a hundred feet, into the Atlantic Ocean. The jet turned back to Miami, where the pilot would wait for further instructions. Flare hit the water hard, but was uninjured. She made sure that her equipment pouch was still sealed, then began the mile-long swim to the island.
The outfit seemed to fit Kara like a glove. It really wasn't much different from the swimsuits and workout clothes she had worn before. It was a one-piece costume, with red bottoms and a blue top, separated by a horizontal yellow stripe. The only hard part was figuring out how to fasten the two sides of her top. They were held together by a gold chain, on which was mounted a yellow insignia inside a ruby red triangle. The insignia was S-shaped, but it resembled a bolt of lightning more than a letter.
Once dressed in the bodysuit, she slid on the red boots. They felt tight at first, but within seconds they became like second skin on her. Then she slid the plain red cape across her shoulders and hooked it to the Velcro tabs just underneath the front of her outfit. Finally, she added the new equipment. A wristwatch-like personal computer with a geo-positioning device attuned to her mother's transponder signal. That, combined with the ear-mounted communicator linked to the house computer, would give her all the information needed to find her mother.
She admired herself in the full-length mirror. Certainly as beautiful as her mother was as Supergirl. The outfit hugged her breasts, and was cut in front just below the navel. The boots felt more comfortable than if she wore socks. And she felt quite comfortable in the red cape.
"Well," she said to herself, "I certainly look like a Superbabe!" Then she caught herself. Super...BABE? How cheap! But then she took another look in the mirror. "Hmm...Maybe Superbabe is the right way to go...at least for now. I mean, how long has mom used the name Supergirl? And she's in her fifties!" She let out a chuckle. "Ok, Superbabe it is!"
Then she turned back to the computer display of Island L. "Lex Luthor, you're in trouble now!"
Supergirl awoke, hesitant to open her eyes and once again see the nightmare standing before her.
"I...know...you're...awake..." Luthor said with his strained artificial voice.
She opened her eyes, if for no other reason than to get a bearing on her surroundings. From all indications, she was shackled to some sort of examining table. Her arms were extended over her head, and her legs were spread wide. Despite all of her abilities, she couldn't free herself.
The rest of the room was a laboratory, complete with scientists setting up wires on some covered up enclosure. Then, in the far corner of the room, she saw X Luthor standing with a smug look on his ever youthful face.
"Good morning, super-slut," X said.
"It's Super-GIRL!" she said defiantly. "And I know now that you're NOT X Luthor!"
Lex raised an eyebrow. "What...makes...you...say...that?"
"Simple. I can't move from this table. We both know I'm not vulnerable to kryptonite because I'm not a Kryptonian. We also know that even if this table was made of promethium, I'd still be able to destroy it in seconds by telekinesis alone. That leaves magic. And X Luthor was never into magic. But Demonica is!"
X faltered. "I...I don't know what..."
Luthor turned to X. "She's...right. You...can...stop the...charade...my dear."
The figure that was once 'X Luthor' quickly morphed into a scarred woman in her fifties, with long and stringy salt-and-pepper hair. The business suit transformed into a tattered black dress.
"Damn you, Super-bitch!" Demonica hissed.
Supergirl breathed a sigh of relief once she realized that her theory was right, and that monster, X Luthor, was still dead. She didn't want to reveal the real reason she knew she was being restrained by magic. The last time, according to the videotape, X had implanted a device in her body that gave him full control over her body's cellular structure. But that was nearly thirty years ago, when she was just a protomatter life form. Before she became a real human woman. There was no way anyone could implant another device like that in her body again.
"So what is this about?" asked the Maid of Might. "Vengeance for thirty years ago?"
"No..." the billionaire invalid said. "This...is...about...restoring...a legacy."
As Luthor spoke, Demonica pulled back the cover over the enclosure, and tilted the table up so Supergirl could see the contents.
"Leena..." Supergirl muttered in recognition.
But it wasn't the same Leena that Supergirl and the other members of the Justice League had fought all those years ago. That was a vibrant and beautiful woman. What faced the Girl of Steel now was a shriveled shell of her former self, weakened by injury and years in stasis. Age had not been graceful to the daughter of Lex Luthor either. Although she still had her long red hair, it showed signs of graying in the places that weren't thinning out. Her only clothing, a white nightgown, was thin, and could barely conceal the fact that Leena was almost a skeleton.
"My...daughter...lives," said Luthor. "If...you...can...call...it...such. No...thanks...to you. But now...thanks...to you...she will...be...restored."
"What do you...?"
A device that resembled a hollowed-out jet engine rose from the floor in between Supergirl and Leena. It had glass tubes and crystals in the middle, and a camera-like lens at both ends.
"The spell is one of transfusion," Demonica explained. "What you have, you will give to Leena. Your powers, your youth, your...very life essence. They will all be drained from you and given to Leena."
Then the witch gave a sinister smile. "And the best part about it is...you'll love every minute of it!"
Supergirl didn't know what Demonica meant by that, but then she heard a small hatch opening between her feet. Looking down past her full breasts, she could see a silver device rising from the opening. She gasped when she realized what the device was--a dildo!
"You must be kidding!" she exclaimed. "You plan on raping me?"
"Merely a means to the end," Demonica replied. Then she began to chant.
Supergirl felt stiffness all over her body. Her chest felt tight, making it hard for her to breathe. The she felt the tightness extend to her arms, and to her abdomen, and to her hips, and between her legs.
She looked down again at her body. Her first thought was that her breasts were growing. But they weren't. When she felt the sleeves of her top slide up her forearms, she realized that her outfit was shrinking!
"UUNNGGHHH!!" she grunted. "What...are...you doing to me?"
"What's wrong, super-slut?" said the witch. "Your outfit a little too TIGHT for you?"
Powerless and restrained, Supergirl could only endure the agony of having her own clothes smother her body. The fibers that made up her outfit were intended to endure a lot of abuse, but nobody had ever expected to have her costume shrink at a phenomenal rate. Her feet were sore, and she found the pain in her ribs and between her legs too intense to bear.
In frustration, the Maid of Might thrashed about, trying in vain to free herself of the restraints. But that only hastened the agony of her shrinking clothes crushing her now powerless body.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Supergirl's scream echoed through the room.
It started with her sleeves. Then with her boots. Then she felt it between her legs and between her ass cheeks. The sudden and unmistakable feeling of clothing fraying, tearing, and the rush of air on newly exposed skin.
Suddenly, there was a gigantic ripping sound. Supergirl's blue and red outfit tore from the neckline down, ripping past her ripe breasts, down past her tight stomach and pert navel, through the red skirt that brought some modicum of modesty to her pubic region.
Like a sideshow magician's trick, the clothes dropped away, exposing her naked body. The Girl of Steel could only cry as she realized the depths of her humiliation. She had come out of retirement only to face her deepest and darkest fears.
Demonica reached behind Supergirl's shackled body and extracted a pile of scraps no bigger than a Barbie doll dress. They were all that was left of Supergirl's outfit, shrunken and shredded.
Then Supergirl heard the machinery between her legs. Her eyes went wide as she strained to see the dildo rise towards her pussy.
"Lex, please, don't do this!" she pleaded. "I loved you once! Is there any shred of the man I loved still within you?"
Lex Luthor gave Supergirl a cold stare. His words were equally cold. "No...my dear...I...have...never...loved...you. There is...only one...girl...I...have...truly...loved...and...you...will...bring her...back...to...me!"
Demonica explained as she took hold of the dildo. "The only way I can restore Leena to health is to take the life of someone else. The device in front of you will drain your body of life force, a bit at a time, and give it to Leena." She rubbed her hand across Supergirl's thighs.
"Why rape me? Why not just kill me now and get it over with?"
"It doesn't work like that," the witch replied as she caressed her prisoner's stomach. "Taking it all at once will be too much for Leena. It'll destroy her body. So it has to be in small doses. And they say that the orgasm IS the little death..."
Supergirl squirmed even harder as she tried to prevent the inevitable. She grunted, squirmed, and struggled in a near panic state. She'd been violated mentally over the years, and only recently had she learned she was also violated physically. Now she was going to be violated again.
The small silver torpedo paused just inches from her pussy. When she didn't hear the machines whirl, she looked up to see Luthor holding a control box in his shriveled arm.
"For...Leena..."
Then he pressed a button.
The dildo shot straight into Supergirl's vulnerable pussy. She cried out in shock, shame, and anger. He did it! The bastard was raping her!
The machines whirled again, this time moving the device up and down, in and out of her pussy. She cried out as she felt the silver dildo move inside her.
"OH GOD! PLEASE STOP THIS! AAAAAHHH! IT HURTS!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!"
Demonica laughed at the sight of her mortal enemy being raped. Even when she was a novice witch and Luthor's escort, she'd always been compared to Supergirl. When Luthor fucked her, she would almost hear him call her his "little super-slut." Now, the real slut was being fucked in just the way she wanted it to happen.
Kara flew over the coast of Florida. The wind swirled her cape and her long brown hair behind her. She tried to rely on the audio guidance of the portable computer link, but she quickly discovered that flying faster than sound made audio directions useless. But it didn't matter to her. All she had to do was fly due south along the coastline until she ran out of coast.
The remnants of Miami flew past her at a blur. The city had once been beautiful, but riots by extremists and lack of funding from Lexcorp had driven the city to its eventual destruction. Just like it had Metropolis and a dozen other cities.
Then she ran out of coastline...and five seconds later, she found herself lost.
She had thought Island L would be just off the coast, just like it was on the maps. But seeing something on a map and seeing it at from thousand feet in the air were two different things. She was truly lost.
Just then, she heard a beeping sound from her wrist-computer. She flipped on the viewscreen.
"You're lost, aren't you?" said Oracle.
Kara was stunned. "How did...?"
"DUH! Don't think you can copy the transponder signal and not have someone like me know about it! You're...what? A thousand feet above the surface? Do me a favor and drop down a few hundred feet."
Kara complied, dropping herself down closer to the ocean surface.
"Now look down."
She did, seeing a submerged stretch of road.
"I see some road under the water," she said.
"That's US 1, the only road that connected the Keys together before they were submerged. Get the picture?"
Kara nodded. "So all I have to do is follow the highway..."
Oracle smiled. "You're learning. Now get going!"
Flare made it to the island's main complex. She would have been there earlier, but she wanted to check out the much-vaunted pleasure coves, which numerous stories on Internet said were the site of wild, wanton sex. But the buildings were empty. The only signs of life were in the main complex.
Two guards waited by the service opening. They were wearing the old green and red uniform of Lexcorp employees, and carried M20 rifles.
After putting down her equipment and opening the top of her black outfit, she walked out into the open.
The men were startled at first to see an intruder appear from the bushes. But then they realized that the intruder was female, and an attractive one at that.
"Hi!" she said in a sultry voice. "I got a little lost on my way to the pleasure suites, and I was wondering..."
"Th-they're supposed to be empty," said the first guard, who wasn't looking at her face, but rather down at her cleavage.
The other guard was just as distracted. "Y-yeah...we'll need to see your clearance..."
She smiled. "Okay, if you insist..."
Like lightning, Flare shot out a knife-edge chop at the first guard's throat, crushing his larynx and shattering two vertebrae. He gurgled once before collapsing to the ground. Before the second guard could react, Flare had already grabbed his rifle out of hands and was pointing it at him.
"This is my clearance," she said, gesturing to the rife. "Now it's time to see yours."
The guard blinked, then reached for his Lexcorp ID. Flare snatched it, then examined it. "Harold Yoblowski, is it? Well, Harold, I need to see your OTHER clearance."
Harold didn't know what to do. He'd only been given one piece of identification, which was all he needed to have access to anywhere on the island, and this woman held it in her hand.
"The clearance in your pants!" she said as she aimed the rifle at the guard's crotch.
Harold gulped, then shakily undid his pants.
"Come on, all of it!" she demanded.
Harold removed the rest of his uniform. Flare watched with glee as the guard was reduced to skin. She marveled at his toned physique and his generous package.
She licked her lips. "Nice, almost good enough to eat. Now, step away from your clothes. Back by the rock."
He did, and she picked up the clothes with her free hand, throwing them into the bushes where her equipment was.
"You've been such a good boy," she said playfully. "If I had the time, I'd show you some wonders. But for now..."
She set the gun down and began to disrobe. Harold gawked as the intruder took off her black jumpsuit, exposing her bare breasts and red, trimmed pubic hair to him. She walked up to him and knelt down in front of his cock.
He looked down, expecting her to take his cock into her mouth. Instead, she simply held up a closed hand and opened it suddenly. Blinding light came from her hand. His world went white, then black.
In a luxury penthouse, Mighty Dollar came out of his whirlpool bath. He reached for a towel to wrap around the waist of his mighty body.
"Two more schools," he mumbled. "Bah! I'm sick of those stupid kids tugging at my cape and asking me if I'm like Superman! I'm not like that cheese-head simpleton! If they want to put me in a school, why not send me to a college so I can get some sorority pussy for my troubles?"
But he knew better than that. The bank that employed him wanted him to be an idol for young kids, not to stuck-up college students who already knew what they were going to do with their lives.
He opened the door to his bedroom. A beautiful redhead was relaxing on the huge waterbed. He marveled at her flawless naked body as it lay on the bed.
"Life is good," he said to himself. "Hey, baby! Too bad you didn't join me in there. It was heaven!"
"Sorry," she said with a grin, "I don't get paid to do that."
He was taken aback. "Paid? PAID? What do you mean you get paid? You mean you're a hooker?"
"No," she said as she reached behind a pillow and pulled out a gun. "I'm an assassin."
Two muffled shots ended the life of Mighty Dollar. The assassin smiled as she picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"This is Eighteen," she said as she reached for her clothes. "Objective neutralized."
Supergirl screamed as she was brought to an orgasm. She didn't want to climax, especially in the presence of Lex Luthor and Demonica. But the metallic dildo constantly pumping into her was too much even for her to hold off.
A surge of yellowish energy could be seen shooting from the midst her sweat-covered breasts and into the metallic device between her and the stasis-tube that contained Luthor's daughter, Leena. The device glowed as the various magical gems and artifacts absorbed the life force. At both ends, the clear metal irises opened and a blue light poured out over Supergirl's body, and over the stasis tube.
Demonica smiled. "Perfect," she said as she cupped a breast. "The spell has begun."
Lex Luthor gave a thin smile. "How...long?"
"That was just the first one," the witch said. "Nineteen more and..."
"You'll NEVER make me cum that many times!" Supergirl screamed.
"Normally, maybe not," Demonica said. "But you will for us!"
Supergirl didn't know what she meant by that. The unending, plunging dildo pumped into her as she was violated repeatedly. It was hardly an erotic sensation for her. Maybe she could be forced to climax once or twice, but certainly not twenty times!
Demonica moved closer to Supergirl, carefully keeping her distance from the blue rays that bathed the Maid of Might. "Our bodies are like a tape machine," she said seductively. "It records all our sensations and experiences...and like any recording, it can be played back as well..."
Supergirl shuddered when she heard that comment. It was too close to what X had said to her as he raped her all those years ago. But what did Demonica mean when...?
-Click-
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.
-Click-
Supergirl opened her eyes. She HAD climaxed again! She faintly saw the yellow surge of energy leap from her body into the device, and then into Leena's stasis tube.
She felt drained. "What...?" Her words were strained.
"Your body was playing back a memory," Demonica said with a sinister laugh. "A very erotic one too."
"With...each...memory..." Luthor said, "you...will...surrender...your...body...to us...and...to...Leena..."
In China, the Justice Brigade managed a few minutes of rest as they finished helping out the earthquake-ravaged citizens of Beijing.
Overhead, a Lexcorp satellite watched their every move. Most thought that the satellite was just another old communications array. Nobody would ever suspect that its true nature was far more malevolent.
The fifteen heroes, some second and third-generation legends, never knew what happened to them. There would be no enchanted weapons, no power rings, no tactile telekinesis, and no magical words that could save them.
Concealed panels opened, and four mechanical arms extended from the satellite. On the end of each was a high-powered laser cannon. The energy projectors fired down at four temple statues that marked the compass points of north, south, east, and west of the perimeter of Beijing. The statues had been gifts from Lex Luthor in the early eighties. In reality, they concealed special enhancers that absorbed the laser energy, magnified it a thousand times, and directed it towards the center of the city.
The heroes looked up at the conjunction of four beams of light over the city. The People's News Network showed a figure wearing a familiar red cape heading to the conjunction spot before the signal went dead.
The city of Beijing vaporized in a tremendous ball of energy.
Flare, dressed in the Lexcorp security uniform, slowly made her way down the hallway. Seeing a security terminal, she removed the hacker kit from her satchel and plugged in her cyber-visor.
"Ok," she mumbled. "Let's see the blueprint to this place..."
May Daphne was eighteen and fresh into the hero business. When she was just fourteen, she found out she had telekinesis, just like her idol Supergirl. So with her mother's help, she'd trained hard to master her skills. Like a beauty pageant contestant, she'd gone through grueling weight training classes and boring beauty and manners seminars; and she'd made sure she kept her grades up. Like any ethical super-heroine, she stayed away from drugs, alcohol, rave clubs, the sex sites of the Internet, and swimsuit photographers eager to immortalize the latest wonder babe in a thong bikini. The local fashion boutique had made May's outfit, consisting of a red dress and blue cape, as an homage to Supergirl's.
The hardest part, though, was finding a sponsor. Most major corporations already had contract heroes and heroines, or weren't into using costumed adventurers as a PR gimmick. For the past six months, May Day (as she had named herself) had been working the county circuit--showing up at carnivals, judging pie-eating contests, appearing at local Sci-Fi conventions amongst the pointy-eared good-guys and the ridge-headed villains.
Then she got word that the Megalith Corporation was looking for a fresh image to replace their old, conservative, and tired Major Mega. The old hero was just a Gulf War vet wearing a puffed-up outfit that he no longer appeared credible in. After all, how could someone so wrinkled and emaciated look like they had a perfectly chiseled torso? So a spokesman from Megalith had called May and told her that they were interested in interviewing her for Mega's old spot.
A quick bus ride later, May Daphne arrived at Megalith corporate headquarters, wearing her outfit underneath her street clothes. The man who greeted her in the lobby escorted her to the empty conference room where she would have her interview. Only when she was alone did she change out of her street clothes and into her May Day outfit.
She had just put on her cape when she heard a sound behind her.
"Hello?" she asked.
But the room was still empty.
She turned back around to gather her civilian clothes when she started feeling dizzy. She wondered if it was just nerves. But then she felt the room spinning around her. Before she could react, she found herself collapsed on the floor.
The next thing she knew, she saw four men standing over her. They looked like doctors...or at least they acted like doctors. She felt her clothing being loosened, and hands all over her body. Then she felt herself being moved into a bright room. Maybe a hospital...
Her world was a blur. She felt things that she had never felt before, with flashes of bright lights all around her.
Suddenly, her world became crystal clear. She wasn't in a hospital. The bright lights were the kind found in a movie studio. And the men that probed her weren't doctors! There was a hard fleshy object in her pussy, another in her ass, and yet another in her mouth. She couldn't scream. She couldn't talk. All she could do was whimper as she felt each cock pump and pulse in her.
She felt hands reach out to her small breasts, which were exposed through her torn dress. The dress that was custom-made for her. Other hands were pulling on her strawberry blonde hair, and tearing off what was left of her costume.
It felt like an eternity, but finally she felt the first man cum inside her. The surge of semen inside her no-longer virgin pussy was soon matched by another surge deep inside her ass. Then she felt herself gag as the third cock exploded into her mouth. Then, just as that subsided, she felt more drops of wetness fall on her exposed back and ass checks. Other men were jerking off around her and cumming on her exposed body.
Nobody said a word as they got off her and left. May cried as she realized that her first experience as a real super-heroine was such a horrific failure. She waited until the room was empty before she moved.
Like a zombie, she got off the old sofa she was on and examined herself. There was nothing left of her outfit except for her blue boots and the discarded yellow belt. Her dress and cape were lying in tatters around the sofa. There were some scratches on her chest, probably from when they first tore her dress in the front.
A tall blonde woman dressed in a business suit then appeared. She guided May into another room where she was allowed to shower and get dressed in her street clothes. She was even given underwear to replace the ones that had been torn when she was being stripped naked.
When May was dressed, she was handed a thick envelope. Inside of it were photographs, a DVD disk, and a professional-looking letter. The jewel case bore the title "May Day in Mayday!" The pictures were stills of her being stripped and repeatedly raped by ten men. The letter spelled out that should May ever tell the police or the press what had happened to her, everything on the disk would be posted on the Internet for anyone to view, including her real name and home address.
May Daphne would live, but May Day was dead.
On the outskirts of Gotham City, a delivery van made its way to Wayne Manor. Not bothering with the metal gate, the van made of reinforced promethium crashed through the metal and concrete barricade like it was made of paper. Not stopping, the van crashed through the mansion's main doors and into the huge foyer, where it came to a screeching halt.
The rear doors burst open, and a mountain of a man exploded into view. He stood eight feet tall, and every muscle in his body was puffed up ten times over. A black mask concealed his face, with only red eyeholes allowing him to see and three openings at the back for the tubes that pumped the most lethal of steroids into his system like they were blood.
Once, he'd owned Gotham. Cunning and powerful enough to take over a prison in Peru at age eighteen. He'd taken over Gotham by beating, then breaking, the legendary Batman. But years later, nothing remained of the man called Bane except for his might and his twisted hatred of Batman.
A small hovering robot approached. "Good evening, sir," the robot said. "I am Al-3000. How may I help you?"
Bane eyed the robot like a gnat, then with the gentlest of blows, swatted the metallic servant into the wall. It shattered into a million pieces.
Upstairs, Barbara Gordon-Wayne pulled away from viewing the horrors in Beijing. Tears were streaming down her face once again. She turned just in time to see her husband finish placing black armor over his exoskeleton.
"Bruce!" she exclaimed. "You can't!"
"Luthor is playing for keeps now," he said in his old dark tone. "You saw what he did to the Justice Brigade. I've already dispatched all the sentinel units. They should be enough to hold off Bane. You've got to get out of here..."
"No!" she said in protest.
"Barbara..."
"I mean it," she said. "I'm not leaving unless you're with me!"
Just then, they heard an explosion in the foyer. The Bat-sentinels had arrived and were engaging Bane. The robotic enforcers of justice riddled the monster with enough tranquilizer darts to put an elephant to sleep. They would have been more than sufficient to put the Bane of old to sleep. But Bane had been enhanced with Lexcorp's latest drugs and cybernetic equipment. The tranquilizers had no effect on him.
Barbara watched through the security cameras as Bane started taking apart the huge black robots. Nothing would stop Bane. Nothing.
"No time to argue," Bruce said as he reached for his black helmet. "I've got to stop him now, or he'll hunt us down!"
She turned away from the monitors to see Bruce don his Batman helmet for what might be the last time. Bruce wouldn't run. Not from his home. She knew he loved her, but Bane represented the very evil he had been fighting for decades.
"Bruce..." The words escaped her lips as Batman flew from the railing like a dark angel of vengeance.
The beeping sound from her portable computer startled Kara as she finally approached Island L. She hovered just long enough to turn on the viewscreen.
The image was grainy and distorted, but Kara could clearly see Oracle's face.
"Oracle? What...?"
"No time!" she said. "Any minute, Bane will be here. I've got to warn you...Luthor's making his move!"
Kara was confused. "What are you talking about? Bane? Luthor? What?"
"LISTEN TO ME!" Oracle insisted. "The Justice Brigade has been destroyed, along with the entire city of Beijing. I've been getting reports around the world that even the corporate heroes are being killed one by one. Luthor's eliminating every hero around. You may be Supergirl's only chance!"
Kara was stunned. All the heroes, dead or dying? "Where are you? I'll be there in..."
"NO!" Oracle said. "It's too late for us. Just save Supergirl and stop Luthor! You're the only one who can!"
Then the screen went blank.
"ORACLE!"
The monitors went blank. The battle had reached the underground generators. Barbara Gordon-Wayne had no way to call for help, even if help still existed.
An ungodly scream was heard from deep within the Cave. Barbara paused in her chair.
"Bruce?"
But the hulking frame that appeared in the doorway wasn't Bruce.
She backed her wheelchair away at the sight of Bane. His mask had been torn apart, revealing the face of a man in torment for over twenty years. The tubes that pumped his toxic drugs into his system had been torn from his head. One eye was bloodshot, and the other was swollen shut. Blood flowed from both nostrils and from the left side of his mouth.
Most of his outfit was also shredded from his battles. Barbara could see every muscle in his body, enhanced as they were to monstrous proportions, including the one bulge that was not technically a muscle!
She suddenly realized that he was seeing her, not as a victim, but as a trophy! Her eyes went wide with terror.
"Bane...no..." she pleaded, "you've won...you beat him. Just...just go..."
But he moved closer towards her. He was beyond rationalization. Too many years of drugs had turned him into a monster. There was no way out for her. No way, except through him.
He raised his mammoth hand like a claw and swept down, cutting into her clothing, stripping her in one motion. The chair was thrown back into the wall. Barbara grunted as she felt the jarring sensation against her body.
She looked down and realized that the front of her clothes was gone. Her still impressive breasts were exposed to the monster.
Bane moved closer, eager to claim his prize. He began to unfasten his pants.
"Please," she begged. "Please, don't do this!"
Bane was so obsessed with the naked paraplegic in front of him that he never noticed the tattered frame of Bruce Wayne approaching. His exoskeleton framework was gone, as was his black armor. His left arm was broken in two places, and he couldn't feel anything in his legs anymore. His ribs were shattered, and he knew that at least one of the ribs was puncturing his heart. Only sheer force of will kept him alive.
Seeing Barbara about to be raped by Bane, he leapt at the monster. His free hand held one of the miniature fusion reactors that powered the Bat-sentinels. He plunged the spiked reactor into Bane's back. The monster howled at the sharp pain and weight of the reactor as it stabbed into his spine.
It would be the last sensation Bane would experience. The reactor was rigged to explode once it was reactivated.
Bruce gave one last look at his wife as his fingers found the crudely constructed remote switch taped to his side.
"I...love...you...Barbara..." he said, before he depressed the switch, and the mansion was vaporized.
Lex Luthor smiled with glee as he watched the news monitors. The Justice Brigade was gone. The Batman was no more. Superman had long since disappeared. All the substandard corporate heroes were either dead or being neutralized one by one. All of his enemies were eliminated. Except one.
He looked back at the naked form of Supergirl. Stripped, bound, repeatedly raped, and forced to relive all the erotic memories of her life. With each memory, she was brought to an orgasm. With each orgasm, a portion of her life force was being channeled through Demonica's mystical chamber, and into the stasis tube that contained his daughter, Leena. When Supergirl climaxed for the twentieth time, all of her life force would be transferred to Leena. And then Supergirl would be no more.
"We've got reports from all of our agents," said one of his technicians. "Ninety-seven percent of the corporate heroes have been eliminated so far. The three in prison for embezzlement have reportedly been killed by our agents. Two would-be heroines have been neutralized through our Megalith subsidiary. There's one hero we've lost track of, however."
"Who?"
"Uh...Flare..." the tech replied nervously. "Max Apollo's girl. Our spies report that he sent her out on some clandestine mission."
Luthor wheeled his chair around. "Max...Apollo. The...man...knows...too...much. No doubt...he...has...sent... Flare...to spy...on...us. Alert...security...at...once..."
-Click-
Linda Danvers felt the tugging on her jeans as Buzz drew her close.
"Feel it, luv?" he said in his British accent. "Feel the power?"
"Yeah," she said with a sly smile. "I do."
Linda felt Buzz unfastening her jeans. She hoped he liked the black lace panties she'd picked out for just the occasion.
"I see you came dressed for the occasion," he said as he looked down. "That's mighty cheeky of you."
Linda said nothing as she pulled her tight shirt over her head. She hadn't worn a bra. Too confining for her nowadays.
Within minutes, both of them were naked inside the red van. She could feel Buzz's hands as they probed every inch of her body. Grabbing her pert breasts, down to her tight belly, and between the patch of brown fur that yielded the greatest pleasure she'd ever experienced.
"Now feel MY power," Buzz said as he straddled over her and inserted his cock into her.
Linda moaned as she felt every inch of Buzz's rock hard member slowly pump inside her. The feeling was like electricity shooting through her body.
"OH! Buzz...this...is...WONDERFUL!" she exclaimed.
"It...gets...better...luv" he replied with his cocky grin.
Linda didn't know what that meant. Certainly fucking Buzz was enough of a rush for her. But then she saw him reach down between her legs, and instantly a wave of pleasure hit her. It caught her unaware, and she gasped as she let loose a moan of pure ecstasy.
"OH MY GOD!" she shrieked. "What did you do?"
Buzz simply smiled. "That's...my secret...luv..."
Linda could only moan as she was fucked over and over by Buzz. This stranger, whom she'd met only last month, was suddenly her lover. She was only eighteen and fresh out of high school, and already she was experiencing things she had never thought she would.
Certainly if she lived the way her parents wanted her to live, she wouldn't have even said two words to this British stranger who knew so much about her.
She grabbed her small breasts as she felt Buzz put her legs over his head. As he did, the sensations were magnified a hundred-fold for her.
"OOOOOHHHHH!" she exclaimed as she felt the climax coming. She bit her lip, squinted her eyes, trying to savor every moment of the pleasure she was experiencing. She could feel the tingling sensations as the climax quickly built to a crescendo...
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!"
-Click-
Supergirl opened her eyes. As she opened her eyes, she saw yet another burst of her life-force leave her body and go into the device to be transferred to Leena's comatose figure.
She'd been forced to relive another erotic memory. This time it had been one of Linda's memories, from before she merged with Supergirl. Already she had been forced to replay all the erotic scenes of her marriage to Dan, her experiences with Luthor, the forced relationships with Braniac, and even her one twisted moment when she was under the mind-controlling influence of Gorilla Grodd! Each time, when she climaxed in the past, her body climaxed for real, aided by the constant pumping of the mechanical dildo.
How many times has she been forced to climax so far? Ten? Twelve times? She was exhausted. Beads of sweat were dripping from her nipples and from the long and damp strings of her hair. She couldn't even feel her fingers anymore, never mind the constant pumping of the foreign object that was raping her.
Leena's stasis chamber glowed with a faint yellow aura. All of Supergirl's life force would soon be in Leena, the daughter of Lex Luthor. Before Leena had met her near demise, she had been the most dangerous woman on the planet. Now, she was just minutes from not only coming back from the brink of death, but with the power of Supergirl as well!
Luthor was delighted. At long last, Supergirl would be defeated. The final thorn in his side all these years. He couldn't get his revenge on Lois Lane for spurning him. He couldn't even get the kind of revenge he wanted against Erica, Leena's mother. But Supergirl was a different story. Supergirl almost took his daughter, his legacy, away. Now, she would pay.
Following the blueprints she downloaded from the security computer, Flare made her way to the computer center. Two nerdy programmers, who saw only the green Lexcorp security uniform and turned back to their jobs, manned the complex.
Flare grinned as she moved to the back servers. Nerds, she thought to herself.
The mercenary adventurer hung behind the columns of servers and switching stations, making sure her activities were unnoticed by the technicians. As far as they were concerned, she was just on patrol.
They would never suspect that she was actually hacking their systems and downloading gigabytes of sensitive Lexcorp data for Max Apollo.
She pulled the hacker pack from her belt and started scanning for the hard drives that held Luthor's data on Supergirl. It took a bit of reading, but she finally found the right server.
"This can't be right..." she whispered to herself. Terabytes of data on every superhero and heroine known. Not just the legends like Superman and Batman, but even the corporate heroes...including herself! She shuddered to think what kind of information Lex Luthor might have on her that Max didn't already have.
She pulled up what she thought was an index page for each file, hoping to extract only the information on Supergirl, and perhaps even her own file, when she realized that she had accidentally found a status screen. She looked in horror as she read off the list of heroes and heroines that were either killed or neutralized. Some of them were her associates, some even bed partners. Only two names were listed reading anything except "dead" or "neutralized." She found them at the bottom of the page:
Flare -- ACTIVE
Supergirl -- IN PROGRESS
Suddenly, she heard the two techs start to giggle. She peered past the server tower to find them attentively watching a viewscreen. On the screen was Supergirl, stripped naked and shackled to some table. A blue light shone over her body like a spotlight. She was drenched in sweat, and Flare didn't have to look too hard to figure out why. A silver dildo that thrust in and out of Supergirl's pussy was seen just at the bottom edge of the screen.
"Was this what Luthor planned for me?" she asked herself.
Then she realized she had spoken too loudly. One of the techs had started to turn towards her.
"Aw fuck!" she said as she reached for her rifle.
By the time both technicians turned around, Flare was holding the rifle on them. It took them but a moment to realize that the woman wasn't a member of Lexcorp security.
Flare nodded at the screen. "What's Luthor doing to Supergirl?"
The chubby-looking tech responded. "Dunno. It's not technical. The boss has some kinda witch working for him."
"Demonica," Flare said. "Well boys, you and I have some work to do, so your little show is over."
The thin tech with glasses was about to protest, but then realized that he wasn't in a position to do anything else. He could only hope that they didn't live long enough for Luthor to find out.
Kara stormed the island at full speed. She expected resistance, but surprisingly found none. Landing on the shoreline, she saw one badly damaged missile launcher. Judging by the amount of electricity arcing from the ruined defensive equipment, she figured it had been recently disabled. A clear sign that her mother was nearby.
The display screen flashed. The technician turned to Luthor. "Sir? The latest update just came in."
Luthor wheeled over to the display screen.
Flare -- NEUTRALIZED
"Perfect," he said as he rolled back over to Demonica. "How long?"
Demonica looked at Supergirl. She was clearly drained from the experience. "Just a few more," the witch replied. "And I think I know which memory will speed things up a bit..."
Supergirl shook her head. "P-p-please..." she begged in a hoarse voice, "n-no...more..."
Luthor looked at the former Girl of Steel. Then towards his comatose daughter. Leena showed signs of life for the first time in years. Her emaciated body had begun to fill out. Then he turned back to Demonica.
"Do...it!"
-Click-
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!"
-Click-
Supergirl's body shuddered. Seven bursts of her life force had left her body and entered the mystical tube, which then transferred them to Leena's body. She had climaxed more than twenty times.
To Supergirl, it was like a stake through her heart. The pain was excruciating. Then she felt a different agonizing sensation in her arms and legs. Her body was shrinking!
Lex Luthor and Demonica were transfixed at the changes Supergirl was going through. They had expected her to simply die after the twentieth climax, or dissolve into some kind of protomatter goo. But Supergirl didn't die. She transformed.
Her breasts shrank like leaky balloons. Her body got wrinkled. Her long blonde hair shrank and turned a salt-and-pepper brownish color. Even her face changed.
The figure on the table now was no longer Supergirl. It was a completely different woman.
Linda Danvers opened her eyes. Supergirl was dead. She could feel it. They had taken away everything she had that made her Supergirl.
"My, my," Demonica said. "This IS an unexpected surprise."
"So..." said Luthor, "THAT...is where...you've...been...hiding."
"You BASTARDS!" Linda spat out.
"Under a guise of a frail human woman," Demonica said. Suddenly, she realized where she had seen Linda before. "The woman in the field! The one we saw when we detected the transponder last week! That was you!"
Even Luthor caught on. "If...that...was...you...then...who?"
His answer came in the form of an explosion outside the complex. The walls shook from the shock of something hitting the outer wall. He turned to his technicians, who responded before he could say a word.
"We have a breach on the fourth deck," the technician said. "But we are unable to determine what it is! The security cameras are off-line, and we can't get anyone on computer control!"
"Get security to the fourth floor now!" Demonica ordered.
"What...about...Leena?" Luthor asked.
The physician that was monitoring Leena's stasis tube kept her eyes glued to the display screen. "There's tremendous changes going on in her body right now, Mister Luthor. I can't speculate whether or not her condition is improving."
"Is...she...still...alive?" he said evenly. "Yes...or no."
She turned to face her boss. "Yes. For now."
"For...your sake...doctor...she'd...better...stay...that way."
Kara entered the fourth floor hard. She hadn't intended to make such a powerful entrance, but she also really didn't know just how powerful she had become, otherwise she wouldn't have hit the reinforced Lexiglas window hard enough to shatter it like it was made of ordinary window glass.
Fortunately, the room was empty, so nobody was hurt by her dramatic entrance.
She looked down at the fist she'd used to break a substance that was supposed to be stronger than steel. She hadn't even bruised a knuckle.
"Rad!" she exclaimed.
Suddenly, the two doors on either side of the room burst open, and armed troops flanked her. All of them wore Lexcorp uniforms, and had full body armor and M20 assault rifles. Kara immediately felt the rage boiling. They were holding the same kind of weapons that had been used to kill Marcus! She immediately spotted what should be the superior officer in the group of guards. He was the only guard with sergeant's strips on his uniform.
"Well!" he exclaimed as he examined the young woman in her skintight blue-and-red outfit. "What have we here? Super-chick?"
"I'm only gonna ask this once," Kara said through gritted teeth. "Where is Supergirl?"
"You'll find out shortly," the sergeant sneered. "After we have a little fun of our own, that is."
That was all that was needed for Kara to act. At super-speed, she charged at the sergeant, slamming him against the wall. The other guards immediately opened fire on her, but even their advanced weaponry wasn't powerful enough to really hurt her. Steel-jacketed bullets rained on her body, most of them bouncing off and flying back at the guards. Some tore at her cape, others chewed up the wall behind her, but most riddled the guards. Even their own body armor wasn't enough to protect against a ricocheting, teflon-coated M20 slug. Within a minute, the last guard fell to the ground, wounded beyond his capacity to fight back.
Kara examined herself. Sure enough, aside from her torn cape, not one bullet had even made an indention in her skin-tight outfit!
"I'll be damned!" she exclaimed. "It worked!"
Then she heard the pounding of boots. More security guards were approaching. Kara knew she'd have to fight her way through if she was going to rescue her mother!
The fluid in the stasis tube churned as Leena Luthor's body began to shudder.
"Mister Luthor!" exclaimed the physician. "Something's happening!"
Luthor and Demonica moved closer to the stasis tube. Leena's body began to show a thin translucent layer of matter forming just above her skin.
"What...is...happening?"
"Some sort of layer is developing over her body," the physician replied. "It's hampering our sensor equipment."
The layer of matter around Leena's body grew more and more solid. Her features were becoming blurred. Even the strands of her hair were beginning to form the grayish mass.
"It's almost like...protomatter!" the physician speculated.
Luthor's eyes widened. Supergirl had originally been a protomatter being before being merged with that human slut!
"Stop...the...process!" he demanded.
The physician gave a worried look at Demonica. The witch looked back at the machine, then at Leena, then back to Luthor. Luthor somehow expected her to reverse the transfer, returning Supergirl's essence back into the old woman's body!
"I can't!" she exclaimed. "The process can only be reversed through sexual climax! Leena's in no position to have an orgasm!"
Alarms sounded on the status board. The coagulating mass of protomatter had completely surrounded Leena's body, turning her into a featureless gray statue. The physician fumbled with the controls, then dropped her head.
"I'm...sorry," she said. "The sensors can't break through the gray shell. And outside of the stasis fluids, her body won't survive for more than thirty seconds."
"Break...the...tube...open!" he demanded. "GET...HER...OUT...OF...THERE!"
Just then, the far wall exploded and the dismembered body of one of Luthor's giant robots fell through. A young woman appeared on top of the broken droid.
Kara's outfit had been shredded slightly. The cape was torn in three places, and some fraying had occurred on the blue top of her bodysuit where the guards had grabbed at her. She quickly saw the room's white-coated occupants scrambling for safety, but four people held their ground. Three of them by choice. One by restraint.
Kara saw her mother, stripped naked, bound, and visibly violated. The automated dildo was still positioned at knee level, wet with juices.
She started to call out to her, but realized that they weren't alone.
Then she turned her attention to the three who were standing. One of them was an old invalid. The second appeared to be some sort of doctor. But the third she remembered from old news files. Demonica!
Luthor was outraged. He had thought the last of the heroes had been neutralized. "WHO...the...hell...are...you?"
"Your worst nightmare!" Kara said through gritted teeth.
Luthor turned back to the stasis tube. "Deal...with...this...child."
Demonica grinned. "My pleasure!"
Kara charged at Demonica. The witch stood her ground until the young woman was just a foot away, then she disappeared. Kara crashed face-first into the floor.
Linda watched with worried eyes as she saw her daughter, dressed in one of Supergirl's alternate outfits, fumble on her first mission. She wanted to call out to Kara, warn her about Demonica's abilities. But she kept her mouth closed. She knew Kara needed to stay focused on her opponent. She couldn't do that if she distracted by her mother's situation. As long as Luthor was focused on Leena's strange condition, and Demonica was busy with Kara, Linda knew she herself was out of immediate danger.
Kara picked herself off the floor and quickly turned to find Demonica with her arms raised. Bolts of electricity shot from the overhead lights and wall outlets at Kara. The surge of electricity didn't harm her, but it knocked her forcefully into the far wall.
"So," Demonica said with a sneer, "you're Supergirl's little helper. What are we supposed to call you? Super-chick? Super-slut?" She raised her arms again, and bolts of electricity shot at Kara again. "How about I just call you DEAD?"
She brought her arms together, and green vines immediately sprang up from the ground, grabbing Kara's body and trapping her. The vines circled around Kara's waist, pulling on her outfit. The gold chain that held the two halves of her top snapped from the strain, the S-triangle insignia falling to one side. Kara grunted as she felt the pressure of the vines tighten. Then she felt cold. She looked down and saw that the vines had pulled the top of her outfit to one side, exposing her left breast.
Kara screamed as she put all of her superhuman strength into the vines. Magic or no magic, Kara was determined not to let herself be trapped by these perverts! As her anger rose, she felt the heat go into her hands. She remembered what she'd done to the coffee cup earlier that morning, and focused her rage on trying to increase the heat in her hands.
Suddenly it was Demonica who screamed. She raised her arms, allowing everyone to see that they were red and blistered with burns. Kara had exposed Demonica's weakness--her symbiotic link to her magical spells. The witch passed out from the shock and pain, the vines instantly disappearing.
Kara picked herself off the floor again and readjusted her outfit. She looked over at Demonica's unconscious body. The witch's blistering burns were no illusions.
Then she heard her mother exclaim, "Look out!"
She turned to see Lex Luthor facing her, with some kind of device hooked up to his motorized chair. She was about to say something when Luthor pressed a button, instantly unleashing a bright beam. Kara felt pleasure like she'd never experienced before.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she exclaimed as she was knocked backwards by the sheer force of the pleasure.
Linda instantly recognized the Orgasmatron from the effect it had on Kara. It was one thing to be subjected to the humiliation herself, but to stand by and watch that kind of torment affect her daughter was too much.
"STOP IT LUTHOR!" she screamed. "STOP IT!"
"No..." he said with all the anger his artificial voice box could allow, "you...have...taken...away...my...child. Now...I...will...make...this...one...suffer."
Kara shuddered as the full force of the Orgasmatron hit her. Wave upon wave of pleasure, as if every square inch of her body was being fucked. She found herself clutching her sizeable breasts as she began to climax over and over.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" she hummed as she pulled the two sides of her top off, exposing her breasts. She felt the bottom half of her outfit getting drenched.
"Now...she'll...cum...until...she...dies..."
Kara could barely hear the words between her mother and Luthor over the rhythmic pulsations that blanketed her body. The sensations were all too familiar to her--they were the same kind she felt when she was taking the Ecstasy-21X drug, only magnified. She didn't even have to play with herself to come to an orgasm.
All this time, she felt something building up inside of her. The same sensations she felt when she was angry. The same sensations as when Marcus was killed. The tingling sensation that was building up inside of her with the repeated orgasms.
"OOOHH MY GODDDDDDD!" she screamed. "IT'S...UUNNGGGHHH...HAPPENINGGGG!!!!"
Kara's body began to glow white. Luthor, realizing something drastic was going to happen, fumbled around with the control panel, desperately trying to shut down the Orgasmatron. But his ancient body wasn't fast enough to disengage the device. Linda could only turn her head, hoping that what was going to happen wouldn't end up killing them all.
The room turned white...
When Linda opened her eyes again, she saw Kara, half-naked, helping her out of the restraints. The table that she was restrained to was lying on the floor, face up.
"Mom! Are you all right?"
Linda didn't say anything. She could barely hear her daughter's voice over the ringing in her ears. She was surprised just to be able to stand on her own two feet. Kara removed her tattered cape and handed it to her mother so she could cover herself up. Then she readjusted her outfit again to cover up her own exposure.
"Luthor...?"
Kara gestured to the pile of debris at the other end of the room.
"Whatever happened to me, I guess it caused some sort of feedback on the device. It knocked his chair into the console and it exploded. Then the roof caved in over it all."
Linda looked over at the destroyed stasis tube, and the blue fluid that had gushed out all over the floor. Next to it were the remains of the magical device that Demonica used to strip her of everything that Supergirl was. In the far back were scattered pieces of Luthor's mobile chair.
"Where's Demonica?" she asked.
Kara shrugged. "Dunno. I came to and she was gone."
They heard the building creaking, and a crossbeam suddenly collapsed on top of the pile where Leena's body once was.
"Come on," Kara said, "I've got to get you out of here before the whole building comes down."
Linda nodded, but just as she was ready to leave, she saw a splash of color in the debris. "Kara...there, under the rubble. What is it?"
Kara grabbed hold of the twisted piece of crossbeam and concrete and lifted. Underneath the rubble were the tattered remains of Supergirl's outfit. Linda retrieved her costume, tears streaming down her face when she realized that indeed her life as Supergirl was gone forever.
"Mom?" Kara asked.
Linda pushed the tears from her eyes. "It's okay," she said as she clutched the torn costume to her body. "Let's go."
In the days that followed, a combined UN-Interpol team scoured Island L. The data on the computer center verified Luthor's involvement in what would come be known as the darkest day in the history of superheroing. They were also able to confirm Luthor's remains, verifying once and for all that Lex Luthor was dead.
A memorial service was held in New York for all the heroes who were killed by Luthor. At Linda's insistence, she and Kara attended, although it was Kara (her costume repaired) who was one of the speakers.
Kara felt it odd to eulogize the loss of Supergirl, especially since her mother was still very much alive and in attendance. But they both agreed that it would be best that Supergirl be given a proper funeral. After consulting with the former sorceress Zatanna, herself powerless and retired for over a decade, it was confirmed that there would be no possible way for Linda to get back the portion of her life that she had shared with Supergirl. Unlike the rest of the spells Demonica used, spells that required the surrender of life forces could not be reversed, even if Demonica was killed.
Kara also finally came up with a decent name for herself. After thinking long and hard about whether or not she wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps, she finally decided that she didn't want to see all the true heroes destroyed in one fell swoop. The corporations could easily rebuild their ranks of heroes for hire, but those who were in it for more than just PR and money couldn't be replaced as easily. At the funeral services, Kara identified herself for the first time as Supera.
Max Apollo smiled when he saw Supera land on top of his penthouse terrace.
"Supera, it's good that you agreed to meet with me," he said as he extended his hand to her. "I'm sorry about the loss of your teacher. I didn't know Supergirl that long but..."
"But you felt you knew her," Kara said as she ignored his offered hand. "I know, I know."
Max was taken back by her slight, but didn't let it show. Instead, he turned it into a gesture for her to come in. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Spark?"
"No," Supera replied nonchalantly as she walked around the terrace. "Flare said you wanted to speak to me after the services. Well, I'm here."
"Ah, yes," the billionaire said as he picked up his cup of coffee from the glass table. "You're sure you don't want a cup of this kona blend? Not many people can afford it nowadays." But his guest said nothing. "Ok. I'll get to the point. With the loss of Supergirl, I couldn't help but think about your welfare. You have, after all, only been in the business for a few days now. You're virtually new to all the nuances that being a superhero is about."
Supera sniffed one of the flowers growing in the atrium. "So you're offering to...tutor me?"
Max smiled. "Oh, no. I wouldn't know anything about being a hero. But Flare does. She has the experience. And she has all of my resources at her disposal. Communications, transportation, public relations; whatever she needs, I provide for her. I can do the same thing for you. What does the UN have to offer? All they've been able to do is tell the heroes where to go so they can die. My corporation will take care of all your needs. Food, housing, medical costs, education..."
Supera turned to face the young billionaire. "So you're, what, some kind of high-class pimp?"
This time, Max was offended. The cup rattled as he quickly set it down on the table. "How...dare you!"
"Let me tell you something, Max," she said looking at him straight in the eyes. "I know you were the one who helped Luthor get Supergirl. I know that the pornographic images of her being raped were sent out from your web servers. I also know that any evidence that could implicate you has already either been destroyed or altered, so you'd look clean in a trial." She put her hand on the cup of coffee. "So I guess I'm putting you on notice, Max. I'll be watching out for you."
She let go of the cup. The coffee was now boiling over the brim. "Oh, one more thing," she said as she started to leave. "The UN-Interpol teams reported that a huge portion of Lex Luthor's server was copied and deleted. Specifically, the section that had all the data files on the superheroes. One of the surviving techs said some woman with white hair forced them to download the files onto disks, then gave 'em both blowjobs for the trouble. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
This time it was Max who was silent.
"Oh, I guess not," she said as she took to the sky.
Max waited until she'd left before smashing the table with his fist.
The apartment was small. But Kara didn't need a penthouse to live in. It was relatively cheap, had all the amenities she needed, and, more importantly, had a quick and easy access to the roof.
"The equipment should get here by Tuesday," Linda said. "I'm told there's already a replacement for Oracle?"
Kara's voice could be heard from the bathroom. "Yeah, mom. Someone named...Network? I think she used to be another hero."
Linda thought about that. "I think she was one of the Sovereigns. Anyway, the installers will put it in around three and be gone by six. So you should stay away from the apartment until then. No need to have them figure out who you are."
"What about if the landlord asks?"
"Then they're just network installers, that's all," Linda retorted.
Kara stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, and she had on a white blouse with a gray business skirt. She slid on a pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses to complete the look.
"Well?" she asked. "What do you think?"
Linda put her hands up to her face. "Perfect!" she exclaimed.
Kara took off the wire-rimmed frames. "I dunno...aren't the glasses a bit...20th?"
Linda smiled. "Trust me, glasses are perfect! Besides...you might say it's kind of a tradition with us."
Kara gave a quizzical look. "Huh?"
Linda waived it off. "Remind me to tell you about it one day. I know you've got your appointment with the library director in a little while." She casually strolled through the room, enjoying once again that she no longer needed a cane to get around. The only benefit from her tragedy was that she no longer suffered the severe joint pains that had hindered her. Still, it was a tradeoff she never would have made willingly.
"What are you going to do now that you don't have me to worry about every day?" Kara asked as she slipped the glasses back over her nose.
"Well, I'll still worry about you," Linda replied. "That's a mother's job. But I think I might bring the studio back as well. It would help the students if they had another statue to study, even if it is of my own daughter. Maybe I might even ask her to stop by and pose for me?"
Kara gave a sly smile. "Only if it's in the nude."
"KARA!"
Sergeant Mel Murphy cast a weary eye over the pile of surviving Lexcorp assets inside the military tent. The rare pieces of art collected from the ruins of Lex Luthor's living quarters were all destined for an auction house. The proceeds of the auction would be going to the Superhero Memorial Fund, to help the few surviving heroes and heroines that were permanently maimed during the tragedy.
Mel didn't want to be here. It was a shit detail at best. But he also knew that anyone with a link to the Net would know of Island L now, and treasure hunters would kill just to get their hands on some of Luthor's collection.
His partner, Private "Whiz" Lee, was a little more awestruck over the fortune than he ever could be. Mel had never understood the obsession of rich people for collecting art. Art belonged in a museum, not in someone's home. But Lee was curious about something he'd long heard Luthor had.
"Hey Mac!" he exclaimed. "C'mere, I found it!"
Mac followed the flashlight glow until he found Lee staring at a nude painting of a beautiful blonde woman lounging on a sofa.
"This is it!" Lee exclaimed. "Ain't it a beauty?"
"Okay," Mac said. "It's a naked lady. So what?"
Lee gave a disbelieving stare at Mac. "So WHAT? Mac, this is not just some nude painting...this is a nude painting of SUPERGIRL! The only one in existence! They say that Batman destroyed one of the copies, and some porn publisher has another copy. But this is the original!"
Mac stared down at the painting. "Doesn't even look like Supergirl," he mumbled.
Lee turned the flashlight on Mac's face. "What the hell are you talking about? That's Supergirl! I'd be my mother's..." He broke off, distracted by an object behind Mac. "Hey, what the hell is that supposed to be?"
Mac turned around. The object behind them looked like an ugly statue. It was humanoid in form, but rather vague in appearance. No features or detailed form. Barely female in shape.
"Humph," he snorted. "Probably some antique. You'd probably say it was a nude of Supergirl too. Now, come on! If someone catches us off our posts, we'll be cleaning the port-a-pots for a month!"
They started to head back to the entranceway of the tent, but stopped when they heard a shattering sound.
"What was that?" Lee asked.
"Probably something you tipped over looking for that nude painting," he replied.
"Fuck you, asshole!" Lee said. "I didn't trip over anything!"
"Yeah, well now we have to find out what it was," Mac said.
The two soldiers turned around and faced the small collection of artworks, doing a quick inventory.
"Here it is," Lee said as he pointed his flashlight towards the unimpressive gray statue, which was now lying on the ground, riddled with numerous cracks. "You probably rubbed up against that thing and caused it to tip."
"Screw you, Lee!" Mac said defiantly. "I wasn't even close enough to touch it!"
Just then, they realized that something was underneath the fractured gray mass of the statue. Something that started to rise off the ground. It took them several long seconds to realize that a real woman had been entombed within the statue, like it was an Egyptian sarcophagus. A very naked and voluptuous woman.
The red-haired beauty smiled when she saw the soldiers gawking at her.
"Hi boys. My name is Leena. Welcome to my island."
THE END
(And a new beginning...)