Supergirl flies into Metropolis in response to an urgent message left in her voice mail box (what self-respecting, go-getting super hero DOESN'T have voice mail?). The local FBI Agent-in-Charge, Mark King, had left the message, citing severe threats to the nation. Supergirl was intrigued that she had been summoned, instead of her more visible, more powerful cousin, Superman. As she descends toward the roof of the Federal Building, she scans the area with super vision, looking for anything untoward. All she sees is a mousy little man on the edge of the roof's helipad.
"Hello," she says as she lands, a bit peeved at the way her short red skirt always rides up, revealing her crotch and blue panties when she lands. There is enough wind on the roof to also keep her cape flapping as she walks toward the man, her low-heeled red boots clicking on the roof's asphalt. "Are you Agent King?"
"Yes I am, Supergirl," King replies, shaking her hand vigorously. "Thank you SO much for coming so quickly!"
"What is the problem? Have you contacted Superman?"
"Let's go down to my office," King says, lightly grabbing her elbow and directing her toward a door. As they move inside the building and down a short flight of steps toward an elevator, King continues: "We can talk more downstairs, but the reason why I contacted you is because we can't REACH Superman! He's been missing for a week. We tried his voice mail box, we even tried that Kent guy at the Planet, but he's not around, either . . ."
"Well," Kara says, cautiously, "Kent knows Superman very well and may be concerned about his disappearance, may be working to help Superman get back."
"That's what we thought," King says. They had reached an office and King ushered the heroine into a chair, then sat behind a desk facing her. "See, we've got several things that have 'popped up on the radar' recently, things we can't investigate, or that we've had no luck investigating, and we believe they each may be a serious threat to the U.S."
"Like what?" Kara asks, still thinking about Superman and his unavailability. That alone would be a MAJOR threat to the U.S. Anything capable of taking him out of action . . .
"Well, I guess the first thing is this cult down in the Caribbean. At least, we THINK it's down there. Second, there's been a rash of thefts of critical chemical products from a lab in Massachusetts. Third, we've gotten word that mercenaries are being hired in Dallas by someone - we don't know who - and our rough count shows maybe 300 mercs 'off the market', so to speak. There are others, but these are the most critical, in the eyes of our Threat Analysis Team."
"Why is a cult first?" Supergirl asks, leaning back in her chair, crossing her long, shapely legs. She can see King trying to talk business while undressing her with his eyes, greedily looking at every inch of her finely-honed body. A quick look also tells her HOW he feels about her perfectly-toned body.
"Well," King manages to continue. He's starting to sweat because he's developing an industrial-strength erection; he hopes the woman doesn't notice it with her X-ray vision. "To all intents and purposes, it's just another cult. However, it has been VERY active on the Internet, promising the usual stuff - 'the world is ending, the cult can save its members', yadda yadda. The thing is, a lot of computer people have been leaving the U.S., flying to Antigua, then disappearing. Enough key people have left the country to trigger an alarm with NSA - they fear a loss of people with the skills to shut down the world, electronically. One Defense Department contractor has lost 30 percent of its best programmers and engineers in the last month.
"The 'fly in the buttermilk' is that NSA was able to trace the cult's web site to an ISP in St. John's, the capital of Antigua, but that's as far as they could go. CIA lost an agent poking around down there. The Brits are starting to get worried, too. They sent one of their super powered types down there earlier this week. All we've learned, though, is that techno-nerds fly into Antigua, then we lose them."
"Who did the Brits send," Kara asks, hoping it was that muscular hunk, John Bull.
"Someone named Brittania. Ever heard of him?"
"Yes, and it's a her," Supergirl replies, a bit chagrined. "She is supposed to be a descendent of Merlin. Has 'eldritch powers' or something. Superman told me about her, but I didn't pay too much attention," (because she's a female, and she fools around with magic, Supergirl DIDN'T add).
"Well, the other threats can wait. Can you get to Antigua, link up with Brittania, and see what's going on with this cult?"
"Sure, but how do I find her?"
"Just go to the British Consulate. She's staying there."
The next day, Supergirl flies down to St. John's on the island of Antigua in the Caribbean, carrying a small knapsack on her back, under her cape. She had decided to approach Brittania and this case in a disguise, not as Linda Danvers, not as Supergirl, but as a new persona. Landing in an obscure area outside of St. John's, near the main road, she quickly changes from her costume into a very short skirt, a lightweight top, panties, and sandals. Her superb musculature removes the need for a brassiere. She also dons a red wig and fake 'nerd' glasses. In her disguise, she leaves the bushes and walks to the main road. Two minutes later, a guy on a moped offers her a lift into town, thrilled to be carrying such an attractive woman on his small machine..
In her disguise of 'Maureen O'Malley', Supergirl leaves her rented hotel room and survives a hectic taxi ride to the British Consulate. When she tells a receptionist, in a hushed voice, that she wants to meet with Brittania, she's told to have a seat. After a very short wait, she's ushered into a small, sparsely-furnished office. Behind the desk is an older, forty-ish woman, white hair, trim figure. "Hello," the woman begins, "I'm Bonnie Rule. I understand you wish to meet with Brittania?"
"Yes," 'Maureen' replies. "I'm from the, er, uh, Mark King sent me down to meet with her."
"Ah, yes, we received word that you would be coming. Well, you're certainly not what we expected. Perhaps you would be available to meet with her in one hour? Here's a map to where you shall find her," Rule says, handing a map across the desk. Looking at it briefly, Supergirl excuses herself and leaves the office.
Less than an hour later, a familiar figure in blue and red floats slowly through the air over a deserted section of beach on the north shore of Antigua. Her super vision reveals a figure in a long red cape and hood, under tree cover near the rendezvous site. With a bit of apprehension, the Maid of Might lands in front of the woman. The woman's loose red hood covers her head down to her forehead (with bits of white hair visible inside the hood). Her costume includes a white mask, a form-fitting white and red body suit emblazoned with the Union Jack flag, knee-high low-heeled black 'buccaneer' boots, with the tops rolled down, and elbow-length white leather gloves. In one hand, she carries a rod with a gem (diamond?) on the end, her fabled 'Isle Sceptre'.
"Brittania?" Supergirl asks, smiling and holding out a hand.
"Supergirl, yes. I'm so very pleased to meet you! Was my disguise at the office as transparent as yours?" the Englishwoman asks.
Recognizing that Bonnie Rule and Brittania were the same person, Supergirl laughes softly and says, "Well, no, because I didn't know what to expect. I guess I thought I'd meet some clerk who would 'properly' introduce us to each other."
"Yes, well, that usually only happens amongst the upper classes. My background is more plebian, I'm afraid. Well, shall we 'get down to business', as you Yanks say?" Seeing Supergirl's nod, Brittania takes Supergirl's forearm in one hand and the two women begin walking along the deserted white-sand beach.
"Since arriving here three days ago, I've 'sensed' some kind of 'magick' in operation. The effect seems strongest to the north, toward the island of Barbuda, about 30 miles from here," Brittania says, pointing seaward. "I was about to investigate, myself, when told that you would be joining me, so I delayed my departure pending your arrival. I believe we should head there forthwith, lest this 'cult' thing get out of hand. Oh, and did your Mr. King tell you that Britain and several other European countries have also lost people to this cult?"
Before the Girl of Steel can answer this last question, she and the English witch leap into the air. As the two woman fly away from Antigua toward the north, Brittania holds the diamond-tipped Sceptre in an outstretched left hand, otherwise looking just like the younger woman beside her, with one arm stretched forward, the second clenched near her chest, one leg straight, one bent at the knee. "I was only told about Americans," Supergirl says. "Were you able to learn anything about the ISP in St. John's? What are we dealing with, some kind of voodoo?"
"No, in answer to your first question, the registered user was a dead lead. And when the engineers at the ISP tried to remove the web site from their server, it just reappeared in another directory. They spent a day trying to delete the site before yielding to the inevitable power of magick.
"As for the second, well, you DO realize that voodoo is a Haitian thing, don't you?"
"Mnph," Supergirl replies, embarassed, "No I didn't. Why didn't you just 'zap' the server?"
"Well, I'm afraid that my powers don't work against things mechanical or electronic, they're basically useless against anything 'modern'. That is, my majicks are ineffective against iron, or anything made with 'synthetic' products, like aluminium, plastics, and so forth. Bit of a bother, actually, in this modern world. Now, I can do wonderful things against a bow, or arrow, or of course against a person. But unless I can attack a basic element in something, my majicks are useless. I could have done something to the bits of copper and gold inside the server, but that would have destroyed the server. I couldn't touch the programming."
"Well, since I'm powerless against magic," Supergirl replies, "I guess we make a good team. But I must admit, I couldn't have done anything to the computer either - burn it with X-ray vision, maybe . . ."
The two women land near the wildlife preserve on the island, away from prying eyes. Both change back into their secret identities of Bonnie and Maureen and hitch a ride to the K-Club, a local resort. Supergirl had brought her knapsack but as they duo neared the resort, Brittania just materialized a small suitcase which had been 'with her', but in 'another realm'. The two women check in, as mother and daughter (much to Supergirl's embarassment and Brittania's chagrin), and settle in to discuss strategy.
"The clerk (pronounced as 'clark') at the desk says a boat would arrive from Antigua this evening," Brittania begins, "and I suggest we follow them to see where they lead us."
"Well," Supergirl replies, "we don't know if any cult members are on the boat, or who they might be. Maybe we could patrol the island, look for anything unusual."
"I rather think we should remain unnoticed, for the moment. Keep a low profile, 'n all that. Someone might sight us flitting about the island. We certainly don't look like one of the frigate birds so common to the island."
"I just can't sit around, doing nothing," Supergirl replies. "I'm going to patrol the island." With that, she quickly changes into her regular costume (noting the appreciative stare from the older woman), stuffing her Maureen O'Malley disguise into a pouch on her cape, then steps onto their balcony.
"Be careful, Supergirl," Brittania admonishes. "If you see anything suspicious, I think you should return post haste, and we can investigate it together."
"Right," Supergirl replies, taking off in a burst of speed which, she hopes, would not attract attention. Several other guests at the K-Club, however, do see her departure from the resort.
While Supergirl spent the next few hours floating over the island, riding stiff air currents from the Atlantic Ocean side of the island, Brittania, disguised as Bonnie Rule, walked around the resort and adjoining areas, trying to get the lay of the land. At 6 p.m., a boat from Antigua docks, disgorging fifteen passengers. Brittania, awaiting the boat near the dock, selects a pair of pasty-white young men wearing incredibly ugly clothes and discretely follows them as they walk toward the K-Club. She spends the evening uneventfully waiting for them to do something, anything. Finally, after midnight, she returns to her room. The two she had shadowed went directly to their room, and didn't even leave for dinner. And Supergirl has not returned from her mission!
Shortly after sundown, as Supergirl hovers over the Frigate Bird Sanctuary on Barbuda, her super senses detect a gathering of people at the end of a long isthmus on the western side of the island. Landing nearby, at the end of the isthmus, and from the cover of some nearby trees, she watches two people wearing long cloaks and hoods, walking toward a well-lit area further inland. Supergirl quickly rushes the two, grabbing them around their waists, and flying into the bushes with them. She discovers a young man and woman under the cloaks.
"What do you know about the cult operating from this island?" the super heroine asks, striking her most imposing stance, with hands on hips, tight breasts thrust forward, to intimidate the two, now standing before her.
"We aren't telling you anything, Super bitch!" the woman spits, and turns to leave. Supergirl grabs the woman's arm and spins her back around, so they face each other again. A 'light' slap and the woman sags to the ground, unconscious. "I can do this to everyone who comes by, if you don't want to help me," she purrs, looking at the man.
"Zod rules the Coven," the man replies, somewhat intimidated by this powerful, beautiful woman. "Not that that will help you. Zod will destroy you, as he does to all who try to stop us!"
"Stop you from doing what?" Supergirl asks, demurely. She steps closer to the man and puts one hand on his shoulder, a hand so small, so fragile-looking, yet so powerful. Stepping even closer to the man, she puts her other hand on his other shoulder, their bodies now just inches apart. Her deep blue eyes look into the man, and his penis swells like never before, as he inhales her delicious scent and becomes submerged in her eyes.
"I ... I, can't ... can't tell ... you," he stammers, melting in her presence as she moves even closer to him, her boots now touching his feet, her slightly-bent left knee touching his leg.
"Okay," Supergirl says after a pause, resignedly. She uses a finger and taps the man on the side of his head, dropping him like a sack of potatoes, out like a light. She quickly slips the robes off the two and tears one into long strips, which she uses to bind them to each other and to a large tree. The other robe she slips into, and steps off into the jungle toward a distant glow and drumming.
She enters a large clearing filled with 100 or 200 people, all dressed in similar robes and chanting "Zod, Zod". Standing at the back of the clearing, drawing back into the cloak and hood so that she won't be recognized, Supergirl scans the area. Apart from the crowd, at the front was a raised platform with a large square stone, flanked by flame-lit braziers. Behind the stone is a larger stone, shaped somewhat like a Celtic cross - instead of a circle though, this has a diamond.
After a few boring minutes of chanting, a figure steps onto the raised platform and moves to stand in front of the stone block. He slowly and theatrically raises his arms. When the crowd fitfully falls silent, Supergirl hears the man mumbling under his breath - she can't make out what he says - but suddenly he begins to yell "YOG SOTTHOTH!! YGDRASIL!! CTHULHU!!" and the crowd echoes his screams, even louder. Supergirl's only thought is, "What the HECK?!? . . ."
As she continues to watch the ceremony, the crowd begins moving toward the platform, chanting louder. Screams and sighs begin to sound from the crowd. As Supergirl slowly moves toward the platform, she suddenly feels a, a funny . . . something happening to her. First, she feels goose bumps on her bare legs and under the sleeves of her tight-fitting top. Like a chill, but she knows she's not susceptible to chills. Then, a few steps later, the Girl of Steel suddenly stops and shudders, dropping her head slightly. She feels a powerful rush of pleasure rip through her body, so strong it curled her toes, caused her to close her eyes. It's like she's being caressed by a giant, sensitive hand, stroking every one of her erogenous zones at the same time. "Nnnhhh", she utters as a second, more powerful spasm wracks her super frame. She also senses that her pussy is beginning to lubricate itself! Every inch of her skin feels like it has been lightly caressed - so lightly, the tiny blond hairs on her arms and legs MOVE, as the wave rises from her feet.
Suddenly, the man on the platform, Zod, raises his hands again, signalling the crowd for silence. "MY CHILDREN!" he shouts over the last few noisy chanters and moaners. "We have a visitor!" (Supergirl, struggling to bring her focus back to the ceremony, suddenly feels a new chill run up her spine. How did he . . .?) "Yes indeed, my children, we have a visitor . . . in the back . . . THERE!" Zod shouts, pointing directly at the Maid of Steel. Cultists on either side of her turn toward her and move closer.
Supergirl thinks briefly about leaving, then decides to attack instead. As she starts moving toward the platform, she begins a leap into the air, but suddenly feels too leaden, too heavy to fly. Before she can consider what's happening to her, to understand why she's lost her flight ability, the first cultists reach her, and begin to pummel her with their fists.
"Owww!" she cries as their blows land. Why did she feel these hits? These are mere mortals, and SHE is Supergirl! Momentarilly pushed backward by the onslaught, the Maid of Might feels slightly stronger so she again pushes forward into the crowd of flailing arms. Again though, as she nears Zod, she becomes weaker, and again feels the many fists pounding on her. As she tries to backpedal, realizing the danger she faces when near Zod, someone behind her smashes her head with something, a metal club? There's a loud CLANG when it hits her invulnerable skull. Dazed, the Maid of Might staggers forward a half step, head drooping, hands weakly deflecting the blows raining down upon her. A second, then a third powerful blow to the back of her head knocks Supergirl to her knees, her arms now hanging limply at her sides, eyes almost closed, chin resting on her chest. Immediately thereafter, the crowd hammers the heroine until she falls forward onto her face, unconscious.
"Where the BLOODY HELL is that woman!" Brittania roars, now in costume in her hotel room. She paces back and forth, awaiting Supergirl's return. "The magicks around here have been growing all evening long. Surely she isn't so brash that she found the cult, and attacked it, alone?"
Brittania turns toward the door, resolved to try to find the Maid of Might. Just before she reaches the door, it crashes open. Several figures wearing long cloaks and hoods pushed into the room toward England's Finest. Brittania quickly raises her left hand, holding the Isle Sceptre, but as she's about to intone a spell, one of the hooded figures lashes out with a length of chain - IRON! - hitting her wrist and knocking the sceptre across the bed, onto the floor on the other side.
In the blink of an eye, four figures reach the woman and began pawing her, driving her backward, toward the balcony. Brittania, stripped of her most powerful tool, is not without resources, however. As the shadowy figures hit her, or grope her body, she intones a quick spell and suddenly, the four figures fly away from her body, crashing into other hooded figures or the walls.
Deciding to fight with what she has, rather than trying to get the sceptre, Brittania waves one hand toward two remaining, charging figures, and utters "Be elsewhere!". Both figures disappear! As the others start to rise, a glowering super heroine turns toward a group of three figures and repeats the gesture and intonation, causing them to disappear, too. Four more, and she'll have all of them languishing in the resort's pool!
As Brittania turn toward two more of the figures, a third person lashes at the woman with his chain, curling it around her boots just below her knees. Before she can react, he yanks backward, pulling her off her feet, to land ("Umph!") on her buttocks. Just then, two more figures crash through the glass balcony door, armed with iron crow bars. Just as they reached the English Enchantress, she finishes a final spell and disappears from the room! The two figures' crow bars crash together, in the empty space where Brittania's head had been just a second before.
Supergirl struggles upward from a dark well of unconsciousness, shaking her head, trying to get her bearings. First, she hears the voices of hundreds of moaning or chanting men and women. Then, lifting her head and opening her eyes, she sees that she's now on the stone block atop the platform. Weakly moving her head sideways, she realizes that she's bound to the stone, on her back, held down by chains on her wrists and ankles. Another chain pins her waist to the stone, while she feels yet another chain around her neck, pulling her head down.
Zod, stands beside her and the Girl of Steel estimates that he stands about 5'6", he's a bit stocky, and is wearing some kind of tribal mask. Supergirl tries to scan his mask with her X-Ray vision, but is unable to see through his disguise. As she tries to pull free from the chains binding her to the rock, she hears Zod laughing, and sees his head shaking from side to side.
"If you surrender to me, now," Supergirl says defiantly, "things will go much easier with you when you are taken to trial!"
"Foolish woman," Zod replies, checking her bindings. Then, leaning forward, he puts one bony hand on the woman's cheek. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lightly moves the hand down her neck, across her collarbone, then down to her left breast. He gently cups her 36C breast in his hand, moving the hand slowly, thumbing her nipple.
"Nnnh!" Supergirl moans, "stop this! You can't do this to me! I'm Supergirl!"
"Tonight," Zod says, looking at the heroine, "you are just what we need for our ceremonies!" Zod's hand leaves her breast and is slowly dragged across her stomach, down to her crotch, where he massages her mound for a bit. Then, as his other hand begins stroking the woman's thigh, inside and just below the crotch, the long bony fingers of his left hand slips under her short skirt, works around her blue panties, and into her vagina.
"nn..nnNN ... NOOO!" Supergirl screams/moans, "STOP THIS!" She begins to struggle, to try to break the chains holding her, but Zod's hands begin stroking her with more vigor, stirring her pleasure juices. At the same time, he begins intoning something, his voice too low for the woman to hear clearly. Suddenly, Supergirl propels her pelvis upward, balancing on just her shoulder blades and heels, and moans "NNNOOOOOOONNNOOOO!!" A MASSIVE orgasm wracks her super body, hammering her brain nearly unconsciousness! As the feeling passes, she drops back onto the stone, panting like a bitch in heat. "Why are you doing this to me!?" she pleads.
"We are trying to open a gateway for the Old Ones to return to Earth. Yog Sothhoth FEEDS on sexual energy. More energy spent on orgasms gives Him more power. Even from the back of the crowd, I could sense that your body, your orgasms, might give us the power I need to crack open the gateway to admit Yog Sothhoth and the others into our realm from the Dark Beyond."
Zod raises his arms and begins intoning a series of words which make no sense to the Girl of Steel. However, as he chants, she again feels the hairs on her skin start to rise, she feels the soft caresses of an unseen hand all over her body. She feels her vaginal lips slowly spreading, feels a gentle touch upon her clitoris, then down one side of it, to circle it. Other 'forces' erotically invade her vagina and anus, or squeeze her nipples, or entere (wetly) her ears. In a second, she again rises up on her ankles and shoulder blades, and screams as a powerful orgasm is wrenched from her body. "Oh, . . . Gods!" Supergirl thinks, "I c-can't take ... much more of this!".
Brittania has escaped to an astral plane Elsewhere - beyond space and time. This realm is devoid of anything but herself, with no reference points. Further, she had found long ago that if she moved in this realm, she would re-materialize later in another place back in her own realm - but how far away, she could not predict. A step of one foot in Elsewhere might land her 500 miles away from where she'd left Earth, and two miles up (it happened once). Since she is 'out of the time stream' in this realm, she doesn't age - time has no meaning here - and all she can do is estimate how much time has elapsed back on Earth, then return to the exact spot, and hope her assailants have left.
Supergirl is rapidly weakening under the unrelenting orgasmic explosions wracking her super body. Zod worked himself into a frenzy, waving his hands over her body, wriggling his fingers like obscene worms, and muttering faint, Arabic-sounding phrases. Sweat soaks the armpits of his cloak. Beneath his mask, his eyes are almost closed by the stream of sweat pouring off his brow. Supergirl, meanwhile, is also drenched in sweat, with wet hair matted against her forehead, cheeks and neck, or hanging limply over the edge of the stone ceremonial altar. She has long since ceased any attempts to free herself from the chains binding her. Between convulsions from the titanic orgasms, all she can do is to lie helplessly, panting and gasping for air.
And yet, despite all she's experienced in the last few ... minutes? ... hours? ... she BURNS with a need for something, ANYTHING to penetrate her her pussy savagely, scrape the walls of her love channel, and to get her nipples and breasts crushed between powerful fingers. The magical caressing has not worked like a normal rape. All it did was increase in her the need for a large dick to plunge the depths of her womanhood, for a strong hand to squeeze her nipples until she cries for release. And still the orgasms hit her, the caressing continues, and the fire in her loins burns brighter.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Supergirl screams, sobbing, HOPING for release from her torment.
The chanting has reached a fevered pitch among Zod's followers, many of the men and women now disrobed and fucking like maniacs in a frenzy of sexual activity. Each man has his tool ramming in and out of some kind of hole, whether with one of the few women or with another man makes no difference in their blind lust. Only Zod, alone, still wears his robe, as he continues waving his arms, intoning his spell to breach the pathway between realms, to draw the first of the Ancient Old Ones back to Earth. Supergirl, he now knows, will be almost ready for him, and should provide the final burst of sexual energy release to crack the dimensions.
Using one hand to continue tormenting the Maid of Might, who is barely conscious at this point, Zod uses his other hand to pull up his robe, looping it into the rope belt around his waist, so that his crotch is bare. Had anyone looked at him, they would have seen a monsterous erection - his magic had increased the size of his schlong to twelve inches, at least four inches thick at the base, tapering to three at the head.
Zod leans over Supergirl and, using his free hand, unhooks the chains around her ankles and waist. Then he carefully mounts the stone altar, and crawls, on his knees, between the writhing girl's legs, using his thighs to keep her legs spread. He isn't worried that she might use super powers to crush him between her legs. She's sooooo lost, now, she's barely more than a normal woman, except for the tremendous power, the POTENTIAL she has left, to make a spectacular, super-powered orgasm for the final phases of this ceremony.
Brittania decides to slip back to Earth. When she re-materializes in this plane of existence, she immediately drops into a crouch, turning quickly 180 degrees, scanning the room for threats. Two hooded figures stand at her balcony door, looking out, while a third is walking out of her bathroom. Brittania faces the palm of one hand toward the two by the balcony and intoned "Be elsewhere" and POOF, they vanish. As the one in the bathroom doorway looks up at her, she takesk a half step toward him, then swings one of her long legs upward in a kick that plants one of her boots deeply inside his crotch, lifting the man off the floor and propelling him backward into the john. He lands roughly on his butt, rocks backward, hands clutching his groin, his head slamming onto the tile floor.
A quick look around the room reveals no others, so Brittania retrieves her Isle Sceptre, still behind her bed, and moves through the broken doors onto her balcony. Wasting no time, the tall, lithe woman lifts into the night sky, higher and higher, and chants a 'spell of finding'. Using her sceptre as a divining rod, she follows it toward Supergirl, across the island.
As Brittania nears the isthmus on the western side of Baruda, she can see the lighted area at the end of the isthmus. Descending toward the light, she soon discerns the altar, and spots her new friend tied onto a stone altar. Some small character stands behind the altar, waving his hands over Supergirl. His devotees, Britannia notices, are standing, chanting, moaning, and some are disrobing.
When Brittania walks out of the last of the underbrush and enters the circle of light around the altar, she's amazed to see hundreds of people now engaged in a sexual frenzy. Levitating slightly over the throng, Brittania glides toward the altar. She can see the high priest fiddling with his robe ... "MY GODDESS!" she gasps, "he's going to RAPE her!"
Brittania sees the little man's huge organ and KNOWS he MUST not be allowed to rape Supergirl! However, as she approaches the altar, two things begins happening. First, she begins to get aroused. Like Supergirl and the cult devotees, what begins as a ghostly caress of her erogenous areas spreads rapidly to a more vigorous stimulation of her libido. She feels cum dripping down her leg, staining her body suit. Then Brittania moans, starts to drop from the air, bent in half, as a first orgasm rips through her body.
Landing awkwardly on several writhing bodies on the ground, Brittania loses her footing and tumbles forward, landing atop the seething mass of fucking humanity. Another orgasm rips a deep moan from her throat, and several of the people under her begins to reach up and stroke her. As she struggles to regain control, to rise up from these people, she sees the altar from about 20 feet away, and watches as the priest aims his tool between the legs of the young blond heroine. "This MUST ... unnhh ... MUST NOT HAPPEN!" Brittania gasps.
Supergirl feels the chains slip off her legs and waist, but instead of trying to free herself, she continues to ride from one orgasm to another, barely conscious, barely able to see what is happening around her. She suddenly sees Zod, on his knees, crawling between her legs. Then she sees IT. The largest penis she has ever SEEN! "I NEED THAT!" she gasps, looking at Zod, pleading with her eyes. Zod smiles and moves closer to the girl's cunt.
Deeply between her legs, Zod drops his dong onto the Girl of Steel's stomach, letting some of the jism splash onto her costume below the "S". He slowly drags the huge slab of meat back toward her cunt, driving the girl into a frenzy. "FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEEEE!!!" Supergirl screams, aching for his tool. Hell, she would have welcomed a studded Kryptonite rod in her vagina, so badly does her cunt burn, so BADLY does she need to FEEL something, ANYTHING, scraping the walls of her vagina. "SQUEEZE MY NIPPLES" she screams at Zod, gasping, crying as another massive orgasm plows through her body and hammers her brain.
Zod had carefully read the writings of the Mad Arab, Abdul Al-hazred, and knew the ritual to summon Yog Sothhoth. Zod also knew that only powerful sexual activity would breach the barriers between this plane and the one that holds the trapped Old Ones. The chubby little priest knows that if he fucks this super human, their combined orgasmic release will certainly crack open a hole, and release Yog Sothhoth, who in turn will free the Others. And Zod knows the freed Old Ones will splendidly reward the one who opens the gateway.
Zod stops his incantations, stops waving his arm, and places both hands on Supergirl's buttocks, lifting her off the altar. Shifting his hips, he guides his huge erection toward her cunt, but has to pause to shift her panties to one side. The girl's moans and gyrations cause him to drop her butt back onto the altar. Damn! He'll have to start over. This time he reaches under her skirt, grasps her panties, and tries to tear them apart. The indestructible fabric refuses to yield. Zod grasps the sides of the panties, near Supergirl's waist, and begins to slide the panties down her legs. His touch is like an electric shock to the woman; she screams and moans from the increased pleasure that just his touch has caused. Her bottom half begins writhing more violently. Again she cries for him, begs him to fuck her.
While Zod tries to slide her panties down her legs, he has to rise up into a crouch to pass the panties under himself. Supergirl is no help - she's lost in her pleasures. He gets the panties past her knees and now he's between her panties and her cunt, but the panties hold her legs too close together for him to get into her. Then they snag on a boot top. Frustrated, Zod turns to shove the panties off the girl's legs.
Brittania manages to cast a spell of detachment on herself, even as powerful orgasms wrack her body and cultists grope her, try to fuck her, or try to shove penises or breasts into her mouth. As the spell takes hold, she can feel her libido subsiding. Shaking her head, trying to clear it and her eyes, Brittania looks at the altar, and gasps. That priest has a GIGANTIC penis! He's taunting Supergirl with it! Brittania can hear her new friend's screams from here, and knows that she has to act quickly. She doesn't know what's going on here, but obviously, all this sexual activity is for some dark purpose. Brittania senses that she can't get to the altar in time to help Supergirl, so she raises a hand, aims at the altar and intones "Be elsewhere!" hoping to cast them both to the resort's swimming pool. That would break up the ceremony!
Nothing happens!! Trying again, and again with no result, Brittania reasons that the priest had his own magick wards, to protect himself, his altar, and his 'sacrifice'. Struggling to free herself from the many hands groping her, losing a boot and a glove in the process, Brittania floats above the surging sea of sexual activity, toward the altar. Her sceptre ahead of her, Brittania uses its eldritch powers to clear a path to the altar.
"AT LAST!" Zod roars, as Supergirl's panties slips past the last boot. Tossing them out into the crowd of fuckers, Zod, now on his feet but in a crouch between Supergirl's legs, his hands on her knees, turns back toward her pussy, to ram home his huge dick. Midway through his turn, an orgasm, even more powerful than the others, due to his hands on her legs, wracks the dazed girl. Mindlessly, the Maid of Might twitches, jerking her legs to one side. As she does this, one leg catches Zod below his knees and knocks him backward over her other leg, off the altar, and onto the platform, to land on his head.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Supergirl screams as she dully watches the huge tool slip away from her burning cunt. "COME ... AAAIIIIEEEE!! ... COME BACK!!!"
Zod crashes down on his head, rolling onto his belly, crushing his huge, engorged cock between his hips and the stone platform. "Nnnghh!" he moans, nearly disembowling himself on the huge tool.
Slightly dazed, he struggles back to his feet, leaning against the altar. He has to fuck this woman immediately if he's to use the combined sexual energy of this area, plus his chants, to free Yog Sothhoth! The little man scrambles onto the altar and moves back to his position between the heroine's legs. Over his head, a 'storm cloud' begins to materialize. The cloud is black, roiling, with lightning flashes in the background. THE GATEWAY!
Zod uses his hands to spread Supergirl's legs wide, wider, WIDER! Her head tosses left, right, left, drool trickles from one corner of her mouth, between moans. "Nnnhh, nnnHHH, NNNNHHH!!" she cries, "PLEASE DO ME NOWWW!!!"
Zod reaches a spot close to Supergirl's cunt and stops. His majestic dong is perched on her love mound, just above her pussy. He uses his hips to drag the tool back and forth across her clit (Supergirl SCREAMS at this), then suddenly and VICIOUSLY rams his tool forward and into her slot.
"nnnnnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!!" the Maid of Might moans as his dick pushes past her outer lips, past her inner lips and begins plowing up her vagina. Zod has a death-grip her thighs and slowly begins to whipsaw in and out of her pussy, driving his dong deeper into her with each thrust.
Brittania approaches the altar, amazed to see Supergirl kick the man off it! "Good on you!", Brittania muses. "Fight back, girl, STOP the bastard!" Suddenly, the English Enchantress hits a kind of force field on the edge of the altar - one of the priest's magick wards! Feverishly, she tries to find a way around the ward, with no success. Everyone in the clearing is oblivious to her presence, unless she happens to pass near enough to be reached or touched. She has freedom to act, but WHAT TO DO?
Frustrated, she holds her sceptre in both hands, aims at the altar and the priest, and concentrates on unleashing the most powerful eldritch blast she can create. As she chants a spell which increases her power, she tries to remain calm while she watches the man penetrate Supergirl, then begin to fuck her. Brittania can see Supergirl suffering, can hear the poor girl's raspy cries, as the foul beast plunges into her, again and again. Brittania is almost frightened when she suddenly notices the strange cloud floating over the altar, a cloud that seems to have EYES in it!
Brittania (and Supergirl) can wait no longer. With a great effort, an eldritch blast of power hits the invisible shield around the ceremonial platform. A greenish tinge washes around the sides, and over the top of the platform's guardian shield. Then, with no noise but with a flash of light, the green shield pops, and disappears. She's DONE IT!!
Brittania floats the last few feet toward the platform, intensely angry at the way that pig seems to enjoy raping the American heroine. Her attention is torn between her friend's rape and the oddly shifting cloud above the altar. Supergirl is clearly on her last legs - her eyes are closed, her only movements are in reaction to the priest's thrusts. Resolved to help Supergirl first, Brittania floats behind the man, settling into a lotus position, hovering two feet or so over the platform, and puts her hands on the man's ears.
"Almost there!" Zod gasps, his tool now plunging almost all the way into Supergirl's cunt. She's impossibly tight, but he seems to have enough magic power to force his way into her. She's passed out, it seems, although she still moans and shudders while he thrusts again and again into her. "ALMOST THERE!!" he exults, in anticipation of fulfilling his dream of unleashing the Hellish Yog Sothhoth on the world. Just a bit more and he will come . . .
He doesn't feel the two hands cup around his ears. He does, however, feel the force blast that they create. His head dissolves into small particles, floating in the air over his dead body. His dong thrusts into Supergirl one last time before his torso collapses onto her stomach, his tool still deeply embedded in her.
Brittania collapses onto the altar behind the priest, utterly spent from her extreme efforts to channel eldritch forces through her hands, once to blast through the force field around the altar, then to smash this insignificant pig of a man. As she struggles, one hand on the man's robe, one on Supergirl's leg, to stay on the platform, above Supergirl's head, the small thunderstorm cloud seems to glow and roil, throwing lightning bolts outward into the crowd of cultists and at the trio on the altar. Disgusting sounds, sounds which cannot be made by a human voice, also can be heard coming from the storm.
One lightning bolt hits the priest's body, still lying atop Supergirl's stomach, blasting the three off the altar. A second later, another, more powerful bolt hits the altar where Brittania had been, shattering the stone. More bolts fall on the crowd of devotees, killing many. After a last bolt smashes the odd-looking cross behind the altar, the cloud seems to fizzle, then collapse in on itself, winking out of existence.
Brittania, barely conscious, lying beside the altar, looks out upon the crowd of cult members. Almost all are on the ground, dead, injured, or fucked into unconsciousness. Shrugging her shoulders, the slender heroine uses the side of the altar and the waist chain to pull herself to her feet. She has to balance using the altar for support. As she continues to look around, she sees the priest's headless body on the far side of the altar, a smoking ruin. But where is Supergirl?
Brittania staggers to the head of the altar where she finds the Girl of Steel. Supergirl was tossed over the head of the altar, still chained to it by her wrists and neck. A mortal would have had her necked snapped like a twig, so violently was Supergirl tossed over the end of the altar. The heroine, however, is just hanging awkwardly from the altar, moaning deeply.
Brittania slowly, painfully moves around the edge of the altar to free her associate when she suddenly recoils in horror. Sticking out of Supergirl's cunt is the bloody stump of the high priest's penis! AND IT IS STILL WRIGGLING INSIDE HER!!
Brittania drops to her knees and grimly seizes the end of the foul thing and pulls it out of Supergirl's snatch. Supergirl shudders and moans, then collapses against the altar, completely unconscious this time. Brittania tosses the obscenely-huge and bloody dong away from the altar.
"So, like, you rescued me?" Supergirl asks Brittania, the next morning. She's lying in one of the beds in their resort room at the K-Club. Supergirl feels utterly wretched. Every bone, every muscle, every sinew in her body screams in agony. Even talking is painful, even listening to Brittania's reply hurts Supergirl's ears. What the HELL had happened? All she can remember is trying to attack Zod and getting stopped by the cultists. Her vagina feels like it is on fire! What had HAPPENED?!?
"Yes," Brittania says, demurely, "well, I arrived at the clearing and saw him trying to sacrifice you to whatever gods his fevered brain had contrived. I used some of my powers to subdue the crowd, and knock him away from you. I'm rather afraid that he ... 'broke', while resisting me."
Slowly, Supergirl nods, accepting this story of her humiliating defeat. She should have waited for Brittania. Together, they could have defeated this guy and broken the power of the cult. And she might not now ache so much.
"The other cult members," Brittania continues, "provided a little resistance but dispersed quickly when their leader died. I even managed to find my boot and glove!" Brittania doesn't mention that she also found Supergirl's panties. Now back in her costume, Brittania moves toward the balcony. "We have the room for one more night, Supergirl. I suggest you rest here before returning to America. Ta-ta!" Not waiting for a response from the Maid of Might, Brittania turns and levitates, heading back to England.
Supergirl, too dull from pain to react, can only weakly wave to the English Enchantress. A second later, the Girl of Steel rolls over, and falls back asleep.