"Several major satellites have been destroyed in the last day," the four-star Air Force general says to his visitor, "and we desperately need you to investigate the cause of their destruction! Please, can you help us?" The general's pleading eyes reveal the man's desperation - communications and spy satellites are the lifeblood of his service and without them - HE MIGHT GET INTO TROUBLE! The general's lovely visitor uncrosses and recrosses her long alabaster legs, briefly exposing her creamy white thighs and, when her short skirt falls open, the thin blue cloth covering her crotch. The visitor is none other than the Princess of Power, Mistress of Might - Supergirl! A delicate finger goes to one lip as she considers the man's request. She moistens her lips, then licks her finger absentmindely. Of COURSE she would help him! She is ... A SUPER HEROINE!
"Of COURSE I'll help you," she says, rising to her full five foot eight inch height. Her lean body shows no fat, no surplus skin, not even so much as a laugh wrinkle. Her perfect body was made on an alien planet. With her arrival here on Earth, under its yellow sun and lesser gravity, she became as powerful as a goddess, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, fly like the wind, more powerful than a locomotive, yadda yadda yadda.
This vision of loveliness walks around the conference table to stand mere inches from the tall, well-muscled figure of the general. The toes of her red boots almost touch the toes of his highly-shined black shoes. "I will check the area around where the satellites disappeared and report back to you whatever I find, General." The general is about to cream his shorts, being so close to this woman, smelling her powerful scent, looking into the deep blue pools of her eyes. "What man could EVER resist this woman?" he thinks as the woman turns and strides from his office, the heels of her boots clicking on the tile floor, her cape swishing behind her, lightly caressing the butt-cheeks desired by every red-blooded man who has seen her - or them.
Moments later, a powerful thrust of her impressive thighs launches this super woman into the air and she is soon racing at increasing speed into space toward the orbit and last location of satellite X16A, a secret government spy satellite. Minutes later, in the icy wastes of space, the heroine begins to scan the area with her super vision for signs of the X16A or whatever destroyed it - just two hours ago!
Suddenly, she sees ... a ... a space ship! Amazing! Pulling away from near-Earth orbit, the ship, the size of a frigate in the American Navy, fires a beam and another satellite disappears soundlessly in the vacuum of space. "This must STOP!" Supergirl vows to herself, and kicks her legs together to generate the speed to overtake the fleeing space craft.
Within minutes, Supergirl has closed the gap to less than a mile and suddenly she notices several ... appendages? weapons? sensors? are moving, aiming at her! Before she can react, a pink light shoots from one barrel and the Mistress of Might suddenly loses the ability to control her muscles! Despite all her efforts, her body hurtles out of control toward the spacecraft. Toward the spacecraft which has slowed its speed, allowing Supergirl to overtake the rear of the vehicle.
"NNhhh!" Supergirl grunts to herself, "how ... how can this happen to ME!? I'm Supergirl! I'm the most powerful woman on the planet! Yet, my muscles are useless. I feel as if I couldn't pick a kitten off my lap!"
As she glides helplessly through space, she sees a panel open along one side of the now-much-closer craft. A long, ropey tendril weaves, snakelike, from the opening. It slithers across the gap toward the helpless heroine! Her eyes grow wide with concern as she sees this ... this TENTACLE approach her magnificent body. Suddenly, the tentacle is HERE, it's wrapping itself around her slim waist. Of course she tries to resist, but her arms are still hanging limply by her sides. As the tentacle retracts toward the space craft, the momentum causes Supergirl to bend at the waist - her head and feet bow backward from the force of the motion and her cape and long blond hair stream behind her, evidence that she is moving very rapidly toward the inky interior of the space craft.
As soon as the beautiful heroine is yanked into the spacecraft, the panel slides shut behind her and soon she hears a loud hissing sound as the vacuum in the room is replaced with ... not the nitrogen/oxygen mix of Earth, but a close approximation. Much less oxygen and thinner - like being atop a high mountain. Supergirl lies helplessly on the floor of this entry chamber, the tentacle still coiled about her waist and her muscles still not responding to her mind. Suddenly the tentacle begins to raise the woman off the floor. Again her body bows cruelly as it bends backward and her head and feet sag toward the floor of the room - some form of artificial gravity is in effect here!
A motorized cart like a hospital gurney glides into the entry chamber and stops under Supergirl. The tentacle slowly lowers its captive onto the gurney. Try as she might, the Princess of Power cannot raise her arms, much less her body, off this cart. As the cart leaves the entry chamber and begins rolling down a hallway, all Supergirl can see is the tile ceiling overhead, broken by an occasional subdued light. She tries to use her amazing super vision to see more of the strange craft, but even her eye muscles are beyond her control. If she had a normal person's need for air, a need to circulate blood, she would be dead by now. Not a single muscle in her body is under her control!
The cart rolls on.
Some minutes later, after several turns and moves to different levels, the cart rolls into a room and comes to a halt. Supergirl tries to turn her head but ...
Suddenly, she feels a warm ... sensation wash over her body, starting at the top of her head and moving down the length of her curvaceous figure. As the warm ray passes, she feels a very pronounced tingling. She quickly tests a theory and ... YES! She is regaining control of her body!
"My, but you are an amazingly lovely sight, stretched out ... helpless ... lying before me!" a deep feminine voice says. As Supergirl slowly turns her head toward the voice and sees a short ... well, five foot six inch woman walking toward her. The other woman is dressed in something like a silver bodysuit - seamless, no buttons, no zippers, it looks as if it had been sprayed onto her muscular body. She has a small skirt that barely covers her crotch and knee-high boots, both black, and some kind of tiara or crown on her head. Her hair is cut short and is a light brown color, like her eyes. Somehow, she looks familiar to Supergirl or reminds her of someone.
"Who are you! What have you ... unnhh ... done with me!" Supergirl shouts as she tries to rise from the cart. Her muscles are still spongy and she falls backward onto the cart. Her eyes take a moment to focus and the plucky heroine again tries to rise. She reaches a seated position on the side of the cart as the silver-clad woman reaches her side.
"Well, it seemed like you might interrupt my conquest of this planet," the woman replies, placing one rather large hand on Supergirl's thigh.
"W-whAAATT!! Unh! Get your hand OFF ME!" Supergirl replies, shocked at the woman's admission that she plans to attack Earth. She is equally shocked when the woman touches her thigh! Supergirl reaches her hands up toward the other woman's shoulders, intending to push the woman away but the other woman grabs Supergirl's wrists and prevents them from moving.
"I am Maxima, Ruler of Androg. I am also going to rule the miserable planet below. What is your name, my pet?" the woman in silver and black replies, grinning. For a few seconds, the two women test each other - Supergirl tries to move her hands and Maxima increases the power of her grip around Supergirl's wrists, keeping Supergirl's wrists immobilized.
"Nnnhh! Im-impossible! No ... no one can be ... this nnNNNHH strong!" Supergirl thinks to herself as she struggles to free her wrists from the powerful grip of this alien woman. "How do you like my OTHER powers!" she says, and fires a major blast of her heat vision at Maxima's face.
"Nnnhh!" Maxima grunts, releasing Supergirl's hands. Maxima steps backward and one hand goes to her face, the other sticks out like cop directing traffic (Supergirl, in this case) to stop. "What ... what did you DO to MEE!" Maxima cries out, blinking her eyes furiously.
"I dealt with you as I deal with all who threaten the Earth. Or me!" a triumphant Supergirl says as she leaps to the floor. She adopts the classic super heroine pose - hands on hips, chin and breasts thrust forward, a superior expression on her beautiful face. "Surrender now, and maybe the authorities will go easy on you!" Supergirl says.
Maxima suddenly drops her hand away from her face and ... her eyes seem unaffected! "HAH! You naive young fool! That didn't work for Superman and it won't work for YOU!" Maxima gloats and adopts her OWN power pose (which is remarkably like Supergirl's).
"Superman!" Supergirl gasps. "You ... you're Maxima! You're the one who battled him, tried to make him become your husband!"
"Yes, but the big blue boob fled before our nuptials!" Maxima says. "I followed him back to this mudball. I had hoped that he would come up here, but ... perhaps you'll do!"
"You're from the planet Krypton, just like Superman and me!" Supergirl says. Her shoulders seem to slouch slightly, her power pose seems less intimidating as she relaxes before the withering gaze of Maxima. "Our powers are evenly-matched, Maxima," Supergirl continues. "Are you sure you want to battle me? I think we will destroy most of your space ship if we do fight!"
"Oh, we are hardly evenly matched, little lady! Unlike you, I have exercised my muscles and developed a variety of combat skills. I suspect you're still a little weak from my capture ray. Oh, no, Supergirl, I'm very much your superior, as you will soon learn! But with you I'm going to make love, not war!" Maxima says, and takes a step toward the Mistress of Might. Supergirl recoils from the approaching super villain but Maxima is too fast - Supergirl is suddenly CAUGHT! Maxima wraps her arms around Supergirl, pinning her arms to her side. The two women are now nipple-to-nipple and Maxima is squeezing Supergirl between a pair of powerful, heavily-muscled arms.
"NnnNNNGGGHH!!" Supergirl moans, "T-TTOOOO STRONG! ... C-CAN'T GET ..."
Maxima suddenly YANKS her arms and the powerful move shakes Supergirl like a rag doll. She screams from the additional pain. Then Maxima head-butts the Earth's champion. This powerful blow stuns Supergirl and her eyes again have difficulty focusing.
"Must ... fight! C-can't lose ... consciousness" Supergirl moans to herself. She still struggles but her efforts are much weaker as the other Kryptonian squeezes and SQUEEZES Supergirl between two incredibly powerful arms. Again Maxima performs a massive head butt and the helpless heroine's eyes slowly close as she blacks out from the mighty blow.
Some time later Supergirl slowly regains consciousness. She sees that she is now hanging from two metallic mittens that completely cover her hands down past her wrists. The mittens, in turn, are connected by heavy cables to the ceiling. Supergirl dangles with her knees bent and barely more than an inch from the deck, her legs splayed out behind her. She shakes her head to clear away the cobwebs. "Mnnh, that Maxima has a hard head!" Supergirl says, wincing from the pain her jaw still feels. As Supergirl starts to rise to her feet again she is shocked that she feels so weak!
"Must ... UUUUUHHHHHHH ... get free ... UUUUUNNNNNNHHHH!!" Supergirl grunts as she uses all her power to free her hands from the metal mittens. The cables stretch and strain, but then WHIRRRR they start to retract and pull Supergirl upward! Supergirl struggles but the cables whine and whirr and soon she her arms are lifted up ... up ... up! She feels so WEAK! Supergirl is soon standing under the cables, on the tips of her toes and her arms are straight up, restrained by the metal mittens.
Supergirl hears a WHOSH behind her. She tries to turn to the sound but is too restricted by the cables and mittens.
CLICK - CLICK
CLICK - CLICK
CLICK - CLICK
Supergirl hears boot heels crossing the deck ... someone is approaching her! Suddenly, a pair of muscular hands come around her ribs, slide across the front of her costume top and wrap themselves around her fabulous breasts!
"HHEEYYY!! STOP THAT!" Supergirl shrieks, "mmnnHH ... that ... that isn't fair!" A rush of warmth flows through her super body as the strange hands gently massage her breasts and tease her nipples. Tease nipples that rapidly swell with blood from the arousal.
"When Superman defeated me and rejected my ... affections, many of my subjects decided that they could defy me too, remove me from my throne. My loyal troops and I fought for months to suppress the rebels. One clever scientist invented the Neuralyzer Ray - that pink ray that so quickly and efficiently paralyzed you. It was designed to work on our Kryptonian physiology, little Supergirl. After I smoked that scientist with my heat vision, I modified her invention for Superman. These mittens holding your hands are one example. As you pull on them, you stress the support cables and this releases Neuralyzer radiation into your hands. The more you resist, the more radiation you get and the more muscles you lose control of."
"MMnnnh!" Supergirl moans as Maxima slides one hand across Supergirl's washboard stomach and into the waist band of her shorts. Maxima's fingers probe the top of Supergirl's pudenda, teasing the woman. Maxima's other hand continues to work magic on Supergirl's breast. "MMnnnHH!! P-puh-please ... stop ... I can't take ... any more!"
"Oh, but I'm afraid you'll take a LOT more, my pretty pretty!" the villainess laughs. Suddenly she spins Supergirl around so they face each other. Maxima then pulls on the waistline of Supergirl's top and rolls it up, up, up above her breasts! Her magnificent white mounds, thrusting forward in defiance of normal gravity, beg for attention. Maxima is only too happy to respond.
Maxima slides one hand down between Supergirl's legs and deftly pulls her shorts down, away from her vagina. As several fingers begin to probe the warm moist interior, Maxima's thumb begins to tease Supergirl's clitoris, running rings around it, brushing it lightly, pressing it inward lightly. Maxima's other hand continues working on the left breast and Maxima's mouth begins to devour Supergirl's right breast.
"N-NNNOOO!!" Supergirl cries, overwhelmed by the rush of hormones and excitement. Her steel-hard body, unused to such attention, begins to thrash slightly. The bouncing and thrashing causes the Neuralyzer Ray to pump more radiation into her hands and wrists. The more her body bounces from the stimulation, the more a numbness spreads down her arms.
Supergirl cannot resist this multiple-front assault - her body, her emotions, the loss of muscle control. "Please! You ... you MUST stop this! mmmnnnnhhh! This is not natural!"
"NOT NATURAL!" Maxima roars. "I'll show you what's not natural!" Maxima releases her helpless, writhing captive and steps backward. With a flourish Maxima rips away her skirt and shreds the crotch of her silver body suit to reveal - A PENIS!! "That BITCH scientist not only developed the Neuralyzer Ray. She used it to capture me, to perform ... experiments on my perfect body. She ... she CHANGED me! If my loyal troops had not freed me ... As it is, I have now become a super powered she-male, unfit to become a normal wife OR husband!
"So I now have to take by conquest any companionship. I wanted Superman, but ... you'll do, my pretty pretty!"
"NNNNNOOOOOOOO!!" Supergirl moans as she watches Maxima's penis grow from a limp three inches to eight, nine, ten inches long and easily four inches wide! "GET AWAY FROM MEEEE!" Supergirl cries, struggling uselessly under the powerful, energy-sapping effect of the Neuralyzer Ray.
Maxima fondles her dick with one hand, causing it to extend another few inches. Grinning evilly, the she-male villain advances on her helpless prey. Maxima quickly pulls Supergirl's shorts off, leaving the super heroine naked between her neck and her boots. Maxima runs the tip of her penis across the labia majora of Supergirl, partially opening the moist lips enough to touch lightly on Supergirl's blood-engorged clit.
"mmmmnnNNNHHHH!!" Supergirl moans and closes her eyes as strange ... EVIL sensations course through her body. "T-too weak ... c-can't fight her!" the Kryptonian heroine moans, sagging limply in her bonds.
Maxima guides her penis past Supergirl's nether lips into her love canal, causing the heroine to again shudder and groan. Maxima places a hand on either of Supergirl's thighs and lifts her legs, tilting her butt. Now Supergirl's vaginal tract is perfectly aligned! A massive thrust of Maxima's hips and her huge, unnatural dong plunges deeply into the Mistress of Might's slit.
"mmNNNNNHHHH!!! NNNOOOOOO!!! PPLLEEEEAAAASSSEEEE ... mmmNNN ... d-duh ... don't stop ... ooHHHH!!!" Supergirl moans, unable to resist the thrusts of Maxima. As Maxima's monstrous member rams in and out of Supergirl's cunt, a strange sensation starts to warm the body of the Princess of Power. It is a new sensation. Even as a young girl, although she played with her body, she never felt this ... this INTENSE wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Maxima's tool feels almost as good, works almost as good as her cousin Superman's did when he was forced by the MixMaster to rape her in Dallas.
Slowly, then more quickly and in synch with Maxima's plunging hips, Supergirl feels waves of sensual pleasure rise from her crotch, warm her breasts, and crash into her mind. Each wave builds and builds. Soon Supergirl fears the next wave will render her senseless.
"mmNNNhhh ... mmNNNHhhh ... mMMNNNHHHhh ... ohgodohgodOHGODOHGOD ... yyyeeeEESSSS!!!" Supergirl cries as she experiences the first orgasm she has ever received from attentions of another who knows the female body so well and has a tool powerful enough to reach deeply into her Kryptonian super body. The incredible thrusting and plunging of Maxima's dong, the occasional slap when their breasts hit each other, Maxima's tongue (which has been teasing Supergirl's ear and lips, sometimes darting deeply into each) ... all cause the super heroine to shudder almost continuously with intense sexual pleasure. She wants to curl her body into a fetal position ... she DOES curl her toes. Her movements cause the Neuralyzer Ray to pump more muscle-sapping energy into her body. Now she can no longer keep her head upright - the Neuralyzer Ray has softened the iron muscles in her neck and shoulders.
"AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!" Supergirl screams as another, even more powerful orgasm surges up from her loins and crashes into her brain. This is quickly followed by a third, fourth, then FIFTH massive orgasm. Supergirl cannot resist this assault.
"nnoo moorreee!" Supergirl whimpers pathetically, barely able to keep her eyes open. "I'm too ... weak ... hurts too much!" The Neuralyzer Ray has weakened the woman's body and Maxima's skillful use of her hands, tongue and tool has caused amazing orgasms which destroyed the heroine's will to resist.
Supergirl passes out just as Maxima explodes inside the heroine's love canal. Massive amounts of Maxima's Kryptonian pseudo-sperm jet from her dong like a pile driver, filling every corner of Supergirl's vagina. If Maxima had not been tightly gripping Supergirl's waist, the limp and helpless heroine would probably have been blown several hundred yards from the sheer force of the ejaculation. As it is, Maxima has to use all her strength to hold onto her prey. Finally the last of her pseudo-sperm squirts into Supergirl's slot and Maxima's dong slithers out, limp and sopping with their love juices.
"Wake up!" Maxima commands, slapping Supergirl's face. Wet ropy blond hair hangs in limp tatters from Supergirl's head and as her head flies to one side, the strands following. Maxima slaps the heroine's face several times, raising bruises on her white cheeks before Supergirl slowly, dully opens her eyes. Maxima throws a switch on the metal mittens and Supergirl falls free, landing on the floor before the ruler of Androg. Maxima reaches down, grabs a handful of blond hair, and pulls the poor woman up to her knees. "You're not finished, cunt! CLEAN ME!" Maxima grips Supergirl's jaw and forces her mouth to open. Maxima then slips her limp dick into Supergirl's mouth, bits of creamy juices slathering around the heroine's lips. "CLEAN ME, BITCH!"
"mmnphphg" Supergirl mutters around the dick. Instinctively, she sucks Maxima's dick.
"USE YOUR TONGUE! Have you NEVER been with a MAN!?" Maxima shouts. To spur her victim, Maxima reaches down and cruelly squeezes Supergirl's breast. The kneeling blond woman moans, tries to guess what her mistress wants. She runs her tongue around the shaft of the penis then along its bottom, from the base to the head. "MMHH! That's IT!" Maxima sighs.
Emboldened by her success, Supergirl throws herself into her efforts. Soon she is licking Maxima's balls, nibbling on them even. Slowly Maxima's dick returns to life and begins to extend forward. Soon it is nearly as long as before! As the she-male shoves her tool into Supergirl's mouth, the heroine gags involuntarily.
"HEY!" Maxima cries. She hammers powerfully on the top of Supergirl's head, briefly stunning the stunning blonde. "I've still got a cunt! Don't forget about that!" Maxima then SPINS Supergirl around so that she faces away from Maxima. Maxima pushes Supergirl down onto her back then squats over her face, centering her cunt over Supergirl's mouth. "Don't stop - USE THAT TONGUE OF YOURS!"
"W-will this never end?" Supergirl thinks to herself as the moist aromatic nether lips of her antagonist press against her own ruby lips. Supergirl begins licking Maxima's cunt as the evil woman roughly massages Supergirl's breasts. Maxima then moves one hand down toward Supergirl's cunt and begins caressing and massaging that area, paying special attention to Supergirl's clit. As Maxima's attentions stimulate Supergirl's libido, she moans and licks the woman on top more vigorously.
Maxima leans forward, almost touching the entire length of the front of Supergirl's torso. How delicious it feels to drag her nipples across the body of her conquest! Maxima's slit AND dong hang over Supergirl's cum-smeared face. "Lick 'em both! DO YOUR JOB, CUNT!" Maxima yells, punctuating her command by rising slightly and powerfully smashing Supergirl's stomach. The heroine grunts and bends from the impact, then redoubles her attentions to the bizarre plumbing of her foe. Maxima again lowers herself and begins sucking and licking Supergirl's cunt and clit while her hands caress the heroine's thighes and calves.
In moments, the two women have licked themselves into a sensual frenzy - each is sucking and licking the other with super speed. The friction of this new speed rapidly propels both women to the edge of orgasm then ... AAAHHHH!! they both cry as they cum together. For Maxima, both her penis and her cunt pump love juices all over Supergirl's face. Maxima rises with creamy juices from Supergirl smeared around her own lips. Finally satiated, Maxima falls sideways to lie next to her new conquest. Uncharacteristically, the absolute ruler places one hand on Supergirl's leg and gently caresses the woman's inner thigh.
"mmmhhh!" Supergirl moans, "that ... that feels SSOOOO nice, darling!" All thoughts of resistence have faded from the super heroine. She is so completely controlled by her powerful foe, she doesn't even register the fact that the effects of the Neuralyzer Ray have faded and she can again control all of her muscles. Soon the two women fall asleep on the deck - Maxima has changed her position and the two women have their arms wrapped around each other and nuzzle each other's ear.
Over the next few days, as Maxima's space cruiser moved toward Androg, Supergirl got little rest. When she wasn't servicing Maxima, the ruler's personal bodyguard of 20 male Androgians had to be serviced. Maxima ensured that Supergirl would not resist - another Neuralyzer Ray adaptation was used to keep the heroine too weak to resist. Maxima had designed straps and a belt which were wrapped around Supergirl's biceps and the top of her chest, above her boobs. The devilish devices emitted enough radiation to keep Supergirl's arms and chest muscles too flaccid to do more than lift a cup of water to her lips. Supergirl found that she could walk, could use her head (and mouth), but otherwise was too weak to escape. Maxima had allowed the heroine to wear her boots, but otherwise kept the poor woman naked. Maxima was ... infrequently ... a visitor now; Supergirl was covered with dried cum and jism from the guards and had been unable to clean herself. The lovely blonde beauty was gone.
After a particularly long session with six of the dark-skinned guards, a dirty, smelly, bedraggled Supergirl kneels on the deck and begs for a chance to sleep, wash, and drink to replenish her fluids. Maxima laughes cruelly at her helpless victim. "You still have too much of a will of your own, my pretty pretty! I canNOT allow that! Bring her!" Maxima says to her guards. Two burly males step forward and lift Supergirl off the deck, a look of shock and fear on her pretty face. As Maxima strides ahead, the two guards drag the super heroine down a passageway on her knees toward another cabin.
"nnNNOOO!!" Supergirl cries as she is dragged into the room. One look quickly reveals that this is some kind of high-tech torture chamber! There is a gleaming metal T-frame along one bulkhead, an X-frame on another and an upside down T in the middle of a third bulkhead. Pulleys and hooks descend from the ceiling - a cage hangs from one!
"Strap her to the X" Maxima commands. The guards move Supergirl to the metal frame and slip metal mittens over each hand. The more she resists, the more Neuralyzer Ray radiation she will get! Shaking slightly in fear, she does not resist. Regular heavy-gauge chains are wrapped around her ankles, pinning her legs to the frame's base. Once the guards finish, Supergirl is tightly chained, legs and arms spread, her back against the cold metal frame. "This," Maxima says to Supergirl, waving a ... a new device at the heroine, "is another little toy which that accursed scientist designed ... and USED ON ME! It has ... interesting ... abilities!"
Maxima is again dressed in her form-hugging silver body suit, black skirt and black boots. She has added a silver hood to her costume, covering her head and exposing only her eyes, nose and mouth. She looks fantastic, every feminine curve accented, her male part hidden behind the black skirt. In her hand she holds a long rod, maybe two inches wide. "This is somewhat the opposite of the Neuralyzer Ray, my pretty pretty. Where the Neuralyzer Ray causes you to lose control of your muscles and make them go limp, this Stimulatron excites the fibers of your muslces, causing them to spasm uncontrollably! I soon learned that prolonged exposure caused my own super muscles to tear, to raise bruises on my body, to nearly kill me with excruciating pain!"
"P-please, Maxima, I have already surrendered to you. Please, no more punishment!" Supergirl pleads, debasing herself in front of Maxima and her goons. Urine runs down the inside of her thigh and into one of her boots. Tears rapidly fill Supergirl's eyes as she anticipates the cruel tortures Maxima will soon inflict upon her so-perfect body. As Maxima approaches the bound heroine, Supergirl whimpers for mercy, "n-noOOO!! Please, Maxima, please don't hurt me!"
Maxima places the rod against Supergirl's thigh and presses a stud on the handle. After a brief hum, Supergirl suddenly screams in pain and her leg begins bucking and rocking, barely constrained by the chains which hold it to the strut of the X-frame. Again and again Maxima touches the rod to Supergirl's leg, first on one side, then in front, then inside the thigh. Each touch causes the heroine to rock her head backward and cry piteously for mercy as her leg thumps and thuds in its restraints. After a few minutes of this Maxima steps back to regard her captive. Supergirl had bitten her tongue and a small rivulet of blood flows from the corner of her mouth and across her milky white cheek. Supergirl's left thigh is now ringed with a deep blue band - blood-carrying capillaries in her thigh muscles had been smashed and broken by violent spasms and the precious fluid has formed an almost-continuous hematoma around her leg. Supergirl cries piteously from the incredible pain she feels in her leg. Despite her dehydration, urine dribbles from a bladder that can't handle the shock to her super body.
"Now you see the power I wield, my pretty pretty!" Maxima says, approaching the terrified Supergirl. "You will be my love slave ... you will SAY nothing, you will DO nothing that I have not ordered. Your wants and needs are of no consequence to me. We both know that you are invulnerable ... well, more or less. You don't need food or water, Supergirl, so don't bother to beg for them! And if I or my men give you an order, DO IT IMMEDIATELY! Now, let's make sure you remember this little lesson!"
As Supergirl shakes her head in a mute no, her eyes widening in fear, Maxima puts the tip of the Stimulatron against Supergirl's abs of steel. In seconds, the bound heroine roars with pain and tries to move her stomach away from the rod. Resistence is futile. Maxima drags the tip of the wand back and forth across Supergirl's creamy white stomach. In moments, the heroine blacks-out from the extreme pain. Her stomach is now covered by a massive hematoma extending from the top of her pudenda to an inch or more above her navel. Maxima presses a stud on the rod, deactivating it. She looks approvingly on her victim, savoring the sensual pleasure of being able to make so powerful a being a whining, begging slave! If only Superman ...
"TURN THE SHIP AROUND!" Maxima suddenly turns and roars at her guards.
"This ... this little CUNT is NOT going to work, she's not going to work at ALL! I MUST return home with Superman as my slave, NOT this pale imitation!" Her men rush away to quarters, anxious to fulfill the desires of their mistress.
A few days later, a space craft the size of an American Navy frigate drops out of hyperspace above the third planet of a small yellow sun. As the ship reaches a certain point over the planet, something is shot from a torpedo tube on one side. The object is a body. It's the body of a beautiful blond woman. She has bands around her biceps and upper chest. More bands are wrapped around each thigh. The woman's long yellow hair streams behind her body as it plunges through space, aimed at the third planet from the yellow star. Dull eyes can only watch as she speeds through space, completely unable to control her body, her direction, her destination. Her lovely body shudders from some inner torment.
As the space cruiser takes a geosynchronous station over North American continent, missiles are shot toward cities. Ray beams lance downward destroying planes in mid-air, ships at sea. "Maybe THIS will bring Superman into space!" Maxima gloats from her control room.
Supergirl rockets toward the planet, reaching it shortly after her launch. As her invulnerable body flies through the atmosphere in a very steep descent, incredible heat generated by friction with the air molecules begins to melt and deform the strange bands around parts of her body. In seconds, the bands melt away. Supergirl, barely conscious after a final severe torture session with Maxima, is returning to her adopted home. The heroine is too weak to stop her fiery descent toward the planet. Like one of Maxima's missiles, the Mistress of Might plunges into the space above a city on the East Coast and a massive explosion ensues, levelling buildings and trees within ten miles of her impact crater.
As the dust settles, we see the battered body of the super heroine, lying in a deep crater. Her body is badly bruised. Her body is ... shaking ... violently. If we had her super vision, we would see a Stimulatron imbedded deeply inside her vagina. We could watch as the device throbs and bounces against the lining of her cunt, causing her muscles to spasm uncontrollably. The woman has had over thirty orgasms in the few hours of her descent from the space craft. Her mind is like mush, drool drips down her cheek and cum down her thighs as the insidious device slowly destroys her cunt.
Only the arrival of public safety personnel and their timely removal of the Hellish device prevent the death of Supergirl. News of her near-death and prospects for recovery cause an anxious world to breathe a sigh of relief.
As the ambulance races to a nearby hospital with the stricken Maid of Might, government agencies try, and fail, to contact Superman. He was last seen racing into space ...