A stunning blonde wearing a familiar blue, red and yellow costume slowly descends to land atop the roof of the FBI building in beautiful downtown Metropolis. As she drops a slight breeze causes her short red skirt to flutter upward, revealing the tops of her creamy thights and the thin strip of blue fabric covering her sex. Without a doubt, the man awaiting her beside the rooftop heliport is savoring the view.
"Agent King," the Maid of Might says as her red boots touch the gravel surface of the rooftop, "I came as fast as I could. What's the problem this time?" She starts to walk past the man toward the steps leading down into the building, anticipating that he wants to see her in his office. He gets off seeing her in his office, seated across from his desk, hanging on his every word. Yes, Agent Mark King undoubtedly feels a sense of power over the most powerful woman on the planet when he summons her here.
"I'm afraid we have no time for niceties, Supergirl," the man says unexpectedly. He brazenly grabs her blue-clad bicep as she starts down the steps and she wheels around to face him, shocked that this man has the effrontry to touch her!
"What?!?" she begins.
"You must get to Denton, Texas, as soon as possible, Supergirl," the man says, interrupting her. "Sooner, if possible!"
"I've been there before," she replies, wrinkling her nose with distaste, recalling her trip there to stop a group of mercenaries only to encounter her nemesis and others. A most humiliating affair, she recalls, especially the photos of her nearly nude body being fucked by her cousin Superman.
"What is it?" she asks, recovering from her reverie. "Are the mercenaries back?"
"Worse," the FBI's Agent-in-Charge in Metropolis replies. "A special van carrying some super criminals was traveling north from Dallas to the Supermax prison in Colorado - that's where we keep the best of the worst criminals - Timothy McVeigh, the Unabomber, the Trade Center bomber . . ."
"Super criminals?" the Girl of Steel interrupts. In some shock, she unconsciously puts one hand on the man's bicep. "Who?"
"Ah, well, ah, you see," King stammers, "we had several criminals in cells in Dallas but we felt they could get out of them, so we transferred all of them."
"WHO, DAMNIT!"
"Ah, well, there was that Indian, er, Native American guy, Swift Bear, and that woman MixMaster, and another two you haven't met yet, a meta-human named Quicksilver and a terrorist named Abdul Hassim."
"Great Rao! How did they get away!" the Maid of Might gasps, shocked that at least two of the most powerful villains she's encountered in the last few months might again be loose.
"Well, the news is fuzzy," King continues, "but apparently a semi sideswiped the van on a local road heading out of Denton, causing it to crash. This all happened less than 20 minutes ago! The driver's part of the van was never breached - just the holding area in the back. After the driver regained consciousness from the crash, he radioed for help. You've got to get out there before their trail gets cold!"
"North of Denton?" the Girl of Steel says, turning. "I'll see what I can do." She leaps into the air and once above the city, her powerful leg muscles thrust her forward and she races at several thousand miles an hour toward the north central Texas town.
"At least I'll have some time away from my problems with Intergang," she thinks, recalling her encounters with the infamous criminal organization during the past two weeks. Three times she pounced on gang members as they were committing crimes. Three times she blacked out for eight to twelve hours, awakening with stains on her costume (stains which, impossibly, seemed to be her own love juices!), her costume in disarray, her hair mussed, and aches and pains all over her super body. The Intergang members? Gone, without a trace. How were they thwarting her? She's Supergirl! The most powerful woman in the world!
Seconds later, the Maid of Might lands beside a Federal Marshals Service high security prisoner escort van wedged in the ditch beside a Farm-to-Market road north of Denton. Two guards are seated on the grass behind the van, one holding his head, the other his arm (obviously broken). Two more guards stand near the front of the van, weapons drawn.
"Hello," Supergirl says as she lands. "Can I help you?"
"That God you're here!" one of the undamaged men says, moving toward the Maid of Might. "They hit us broadside with a Seven Sabrini Brothers moving van. After we stopped bouncing around in this ditch, someone - some THING ripped the door off the back of the van! Jack and Pete tried to block the door, they drew their guns, but . . ."
"But suddenly everything got confused!" Jack, the one with the broken arm interjects. "I don't know how, but suddenly I was beside Swift Bear . . ."
"And I saw MixMaster beside me," Pete interrupts.
"So I jumped the Indian . . ."
"And I jumped her . . ."
"But we musta been really fighting each other! I thought I was choking that Swift Bear 'skin and suddenly Pete's neck is in my hands!"
"And we clubbed each other good, too!" Pete says in a thick southern drawl, holding a bloody white cloth against the side of his head.
"He made you see what he wanted you to see," the lovely woman says, standing with legs slightly spread, one hand cupping her chin, the other on her hip, her super intellect immediately determining which member of MixMaster's gang caused two burly guards to attack each other as if they were each someone else. "I think I know what happened here. Did you see which way they went?"
"We was locked in the cab, Supergirl, and we was knocked out by the crash," the driver says, "so we missed the action in back. Kenny here recovered before me and saw the semi headin' north on this road. But we don't know fer sure how long we was knocked out, Supergirl."
"Get back in the van, all of you," Supergirl says to the men. "I'll get you back on the road. You can either follow me north or, if any of you need medical help, turn back to Denton and get to the hospital. I'm going to see if I can find that yellow semi." In moments, the blond heroine lifts the heavily-armored van and easily conveys it back to the asphalt of the highway. She sets the vehicle down and without another word leaps into the air, racing northward. Her super vision ranges far ahead and her head swivels slowly left to right as she looks for the van.
"I don't think this is going to be any fun," she muses, thinking back to her encounters with these particular super villains. "I don't think it's going to be any fun at all."
"Come on, people," MixMaster yells at her companions, "LET'S GO! We must get out of here before anyone finds us!" The supervillainess has just donned her specially-designed costume, a black helmet with a mirror-like finish on the eye-shield and what can only be described as a cat suit - a black full-body suit that hugs every curve and leaves no doubt about the occupant's gender. Shiny black knee-high boots and leather gloves complete the outfit. She also has a wide belt with several pouches on it and a back pack. MixMaster, in reality a scientist named Dr. Allie Collins, used to design high-tech weapons for the U.S. Army. Then she stole a number of them, including her costume (an advanced super-soldier suit prototype) and began a reign of terror, nearly killing Supergirl and Superman.
"I want to return to my home outside Taos, New Mexico, Doctor Collins," Swift Bear says as he's standing outside the semi. "Give me the keys to this truck," he says, pointing to the semi. In the distance, Abdul Hassim and members of MixMaster's gang of super villains are waiting in a VW panel truck with Misty seated behind the wheel and wearing normal clothes instead of her own costume. The meta-human known as Quicksilver has already left the area, racing away to the north. Able to move at eye-blurring speed, she disappears from sight in a second.
"That's not a good idea, Chief," she replies. "When those Marshals get in touch with their HQ, there's going to be an APB for this rig. You'll be stopped before you get to Lubbock. Come with us!"
"I have a better idea, Doctor," the Native American replies. Why don't you follow me to my mountain stronghold - in my Sangre de Cristo mountains, no one - well, almost no one, can find us."
"What do you mean, almost no one?" MixMaster asks.
"Well, that flying cunt Supergirl will probably come looking for me there. She's the one who did this," Swift Bear says ruefully, holding up the stump of his right hand. "Bitch burned my hand off the last time we met - used her super vision on me."
"Great Scott," MixMaster hisses, "that's awful!"
"When she comes after me, I'll be ready. This time, she's not going to get away from me or stop me. I'll make her pay, this I swear by the spirits of my ancestors!"
"Hmmm," MixMaster muses, "I'm not ready to confront her - I need a little more time to prepare and I need supplies not likely to be available in your mountain stronghold." She examines a pouch on her utility belt and extracts a small green lump of putty-like material. "Tell yah what, Chief," she continues, handing Swift Bear the lump, "why don't you take this synthetic green Kryptonite with you? Last one I have but it might help you defeat the bitch. Just get it near her and she'll lose her powers. Leave it near her long enough and she'll die from radiation poisoning. It won't affect us, but it's Hell on her and Superman."
"Mnh, good!" the Red man replies. "This is good - and I know just how to use it against her! Thank you, Doctor Collins. I better get moving - I want to get back home as soon as possible!" As he finishes, Swift Bear turns and begins to slowly jog westward along the highway. He's taken off his prison jumpsuit and borrowed some pants from one of MixMaster's men. He looks like an incredibly well-built and tanned jogger, not an escaped super criminal.
"Misty!" MixMaster shouts as she climbs into the back part of the VW, "Time to kick the tires and light the fires! Let's roll, babe!" With a spray of gravel, the mini-van slews around and roars out of the rest stop and heads east toward I-35. "Let's get back to Dallas," the villainess continues, "I need to whip up a new batch of synthetic green-K for when that blue bitch comes after us."
"Don't you think that Indian will take her out," Misty asks.
"Not a chance, not a chance in Hell, pal" MixMaster replies ruefully.
As the Maid of Might flies northward scanning for the van, her super vision detects an orange-colored blur racing along a north-south US highway miles away in Oklahoma. Without a moment's hesitation, Supergirl dives toward the blur and her legs flex, kicking her speed upward. As she nears the blur, she sees that it is a woman wearing the jumpsuit of a federal prisoner.
"In a hurry, are we?" Supergirl asks the super villainess known as Quicksilver. The Girl of Steel is flying beside Quicksilver, matching her speed, their heads about the same height off the ground. Quicksilver hasn't even worked up a sweat but she's moving in excess of 400 mph! Shocked by the sudden appearance of the woman in blue, Quicksilver almost loses her footing - she stumbles but recovers.
"Beat it, lady!" Quicksilver says, suddenly putting on a burst of speed. She easily pulls away from the Maid of Might - for a heartbeat! Supergirl also accelerates and pulls up behind the fleeing felon a second later. Supergirl places her hands on Quicksilver's waist and lifts the felon off the highway. Quicksilver's legs continue to move at an eye-blurring speed but off the ground, her effort is wasted! The Maid of Might easily carries the villainess aloft and turns back toward Dallas, gaining altitude as she banks.
"LET ME DOWN!" Quicksilver yelps. She tries to free herself by pounding Supergirl's wrists at super speed. While slightly uncomfortable for the Maid of Might, Quicksilver soon quits from the pain of battering Supergirl's solid steel-like wrists. Quicksilver sags in defeat and the Maid of Might chuckles to herself over this easy victory. Suddenly Supergirl spots the yellow Seven Sabrini Brothers van under trees in a highway picnic site on a deserted stretch of road back in Texas.
Quicksilver is amazed when the Maid of Might appears to comply - they head toward the ground as if Supergirl intends to release the felon. As the pair drops toward the truck, Quicksilver's stomach abruptly feels like it has moved into her throat and she's close to emptying it. "Put me down!" she yelps, holding down her bile. "I'm gonna ralph!" Suddenly Quicksilver spots the semi which helped her and the others escape custody. "Oh, no, not here again!" she gasps, still trying not to hurl.
Once on the ground, Supergirl tells Quicksilver, "Wait here a moment," and ties the queasy felon to the back of the semi with a length of chain taken from the back end of the rig. Quicksilver struggles but can't free herself from the chains. Meanwhile, Supergirl walks around the truck, examining the gravel and then the truck, looking for any sign of the others.
"You won't find the others, bitch!" Quicksilver hisses at her captor, rattling the chain around her wrists as if ready to free herself. "That broad MixMaster had this all planned. No way she was stupid enough to leave any clues behind!"
"Maybe so," Supergirl replies, suddenly stooping to retrieve something on the ground. "Won't hurt to check out a few leads, though. Maybe one of her gang wasn't as careful," she says, slipping a matchbook into a pouch in her cape. After finishing her search, Supergirl returns to the rear of the semi and effortlessly removes the chain from Quicksilver's wrists. "Let's get you back to Dallas, shall we? I'm sure they miss you." The duo leap into the air and the Maid of Might accelerates toward the Big D.
A few minutes later, Supergirl and her captive land atop the Dallas Federal Building. The pair enter and move downstairs to the U.S. Marshal's Office. Twenty minutes later, having completed part of her recapture mission, the Maid of Might returns to the rooftop and leaps into the air.
"Did you get all the stuff I asked you to get?" MixMaster asks her protege Misty.
"Fer sure," Misty replies, "I got it as soon as your lawyer told me you needed it. Thought you might use the stuff to escape."
"Without this," MixMaster says, running her hands down her black suit-covered body, from under her armpits to her hips, her hands molding as they pass over each curve on her body, "those supplies would be useless. WITH my super-soldier suit, though, I'll be invincible."
"L. Finn," MixMaster says, turning toward the short male in her group, "did you get the information for me?"
"Sure and I did, darlin'," the elfin man replies, "here's the layout of the Tejas Instrumentation plant in Plano and this very dot - here, lass, this one - is the room with the circuit boards you're seekin'."
"Excellent, my children!" MixMaster crows. "Let's just work on a little stuff for our unwelcome friend in blue and by sundown we'll be ready to go shopping. Misty, did you leave that matchbook cover near the semi, as I requested?"
"Yes, boss," Misty replies, smiling. "Right outside the back door of the semi, as if one of us might have dropped it getting you out of the truck."
"Again, excellent!" MixMaster says, smiling. "Now let's see how stupid is the Maid of Might. What will she do with an obvious clue? Follow it? Rush blindly in to capture me?"
Instead of heading northwest to look for the escapees, the Girl of Steel makes a short flight northeasterly to the Dallas suburb of Plano. She looks again at the matchbook in her hand - it advertises a self-storage facility across the street from a huge electronics manufacturer. Electronics - one of MixMaster's favorite play-toys!
Supergirl floats over the self-storage facility and uses her super vision to scan the complex. Most of the small rooms have the flotsam and jetsam of life, junk to others but invaluable stuff (to steal a bit of a George Carlin routine) to the owners. Keepsakes, trophies and mementos acquired over time and other stuff to show what's been done and where. Supergirl can't suppress a gasp though when she spots one storage room that has nothing in it but high-tech surveillance equipment. A telescope and a pair of small dish antennae are aimed at the huge electronics complex across the expressway and computers translate observations into digital data.
"Hmm, no one around," Supergirl notes after scanning the area around the complex. "Maybe they're waiting for sundown! Well, I can wait, too!" she says, dropping toward the facility. "I know I'm not going to rush into that room - who knows what traps MixMaster has in there, with all that electronic stuff!"
In moments, the Maid of Might is seated cross-legged on her butt on the roof of the area holding the electronic equipment. Another scan of the room with her super vision reveals nothing more about where its owners might be, but she's certain that MixMaster plans to raid the TI plant to get more electronics supplies for her next set of high-tech crimes!
Supergirl has learned from her past stakeouts of super villains. Taking no chances, she frequently turns her head around to check for dastardly villains sneaking up on her. Her vigilence is rewarded as no one attacks her from behind.
A few hours after midnight, as traffic on Central Expressway dies down, the Maid of Might considers leaving her post. "Looks like I am too anxious again," she says to herself, recalling the advice of her former psychiatrist to not rush into action. "I want to recapture MixMaster so badly I'm assuming that she will go from prison to crime spree on the same day! More likely she's gone to ground and I won't see her for a few weeks! At least I can tip off the FBI to keep an eye on this place."
As the Maid of Might slowly rises to her feet, she bends backward to get the kinks out of her body. "Feels nice to stretch again!" she says, clasping her hands together and stretching them over and behind her head. "MMnnhh," she sighs, her pert breasts straining against the blue fabric of her tunic, thrusting her yellow and red S forward as her arms arch backward. Muscles on her thighs stiffen and shape her legs as she leans backward. Just as her magnificent super body is most tightly stretched backward, she becomes aware of a slight hissing sound overhead.
"What the . . ." she says, a puzzled look on her face. Suddenly a small ultralight glider, flown by L. Finn, drifts over Supergirl's head about ten feet above her. As the small airship passes, there is a brief snick sound and a large cargo net trailing behind the glider is released from its tow clamps. The net billows outward and drops onto the Maid of Might who's still staring up at the glider and its weird occupant.
"Nn-nnnoooo!" Supergirl moans as an all-too-familiar weakness robs her super body of its strength and powers. The net, now covering her body and much of the rooftop in a tangled mess, has a dusting of synthetic green-Kryptonite on the crossties. Just like the net these felons used against her the last time they met! The Girl of Steel drops to her knees and her arms cross her stomach in a futile attempt to stop the pain from the radiation poison wracking her super body.
Through a pain-induced haze her bright blue eyes spot a huge figure advancing toward her from the edge of the roof. The lizard-like shape of Snapper is unmistakeable - the scaly man-beast stands around seven feet tall, weighs nearly six hundred pounds, and has a tail that is at least a foot long! He must have arrived here just as the net hit her! The lizard-man takes a long look at the Maid of Might, her butt resting on her boot heels, knees on the rooftop, her chin resting on her chest, breathing in raspy gasps as the green-K ravages her luscious body.
With absolutely no pity, the monster savagely kicks Supergirl on the side of her head, sending the stricken heroine spinning across the rooftop. More and more of the cargo net wraps around the girl's body as she tumbles. Even if she had full use of her super powers, she'd need a second or two to untangle herself from the netting. Under the current circumstances, she's lucky to be able to draw a breath!
"Ohhh, Rao, this . . . this hurts so much!" Supergirl moans, lying on her side and totally trapped by the netting. Suddenly she feels herself flying again as Snapper lifts her off the roof, net and all. He walks toward the edge of the roof and leaps off, holding Supergirl, trailing the rest of the huge cargo net behind. Instead of landing on the ground, the lizard and his load drop into the back of a large flat-bed truck with staked sides.
"MixxxMasssster wantssss a chat with you, Ssssssupergirl," Snapper hisses at his lovely captive. Her struggles have all but ceased as she drifts in and out of consciousness, her super powers drained by the powerful synthetic radiation.
"Oh, look, she's back with us," MixMaster says, rising from a chair near a table. Around the table, her henchmen, Snapper, Misty, Megawatt and L. Finn break into smiles as the stricken superheroine struggles to regain consciousness. The Girl of Steel is hanging from a metal x-frame - a pair of i-beams welded together, actually. Her hands and ankles are bound to the frame by metal bands which have been welded to the iron bars. Her head lolls from side to side, barely lifting her chin off her chest.
"Time for phase two," MixMaster continues as she moves close to Supergirl, one gloved hand cupping under Supergirl's chin and lifting her head. The mirror-like finish of MixMaster's helmet is inches away from Supergirl's blurry eyes, their breasts almost touching. "Phase two is when the villain - villainess, in this case, reveals her insidious plot to destroy the valiant super hero - heroine, in this case.
"You are just so stupid, Supergirl, I'm amazed responsible adults let you out of the house at night," MixMaster gloats, revelling in the laughter from her henchmen. "I knew if I dropped that matchbook cover at that otherwise litter-free picnic site, you'd find it and assume that I was plotting something from that U-Stor-It place. So predictable!"
"Wuh . . . what are nnnnh are you going to do to me - mmnnh - this time," Supergirl manages to gasp. Her super body is still aching terribly, her vision still cloudy, her mental processes slow. The green-K must still be around but at this point, she can't see it. The net is in fact piled in a heap a few feet behind her, out of her sight.
"I haven't had time to get together what I need to totally control you, much less destroy you, Supergirl," MixMaster explains. She steps away from her captive and puts her gloved hands on each of her own hips, a pose very similar to Supergirl's own power pose. "Besides, I've got other plans which I have to pursue right now, but I do so much want to take a bit of you with me, before I go. I still need some of your DNA. I've already got a vial of Superman's sperm - now I'd like some of your DNA and some of your eggs. I assume you DO make eggs? You never answered me the last time we had this chat.
"So here's the deal, Miss Heroine," MixMaster says. "I think if we leave you with that pile of green-K behind you, in a few hours your super body should be so badly weakened that I can come back and take skin and hair samples from you. I'll check to see if there are any eggs in your uterus, too. If these all look okay, if they don't appear to be too saturated with green-K radiation, well we certainly won't need you any more, will we? We'll wrap that lovely body of yours in the net, along with some chunks of metal, and drop you into the deepest part of Lake Lewisville north of here. I don't know if you'll die from drowning or whether you'll linger, your super body keeping you alive as the green-K radiation leaches away your super powers and eventually kills you. Either way, girl, it's delicious and I WIN! Let's go, my friends," MixMaster concludes, turning away from the Maid of Might. "Time to go shopping at Tejas Instrumentation!"
The five villains file out of the small room and the door slams and clicks shut, locking the poor heroine inside. A ragged sigh escapes from the Maid of Might's deep red lips as she looks around the room, her eyes pleading in their search for something, anything to help her escape. From her perch on the i-beams, though, the only thing she can see in the room is a desk and some chairs.
Supergirl twists her neck and looks behind herself and can just barely see the green-K-laced cargo net lying on the floor a few feet behind her. Suddenly, the Maid of Might realizes that she feels stronger now than when she first regained consciousness! Breathing slowly, deeply, the Girl of Steel looks again at the net. "M-maybe I'm far enough from the net," she muses, "maybe I can get some of my powers back!"
Supergirl waits a few moments and is gladdened to feel more of her super strength returning. MixMaster either didn't put enough green-K on the net or she has placed it too far away. It won't just prevent damage to the cells in the Girl of Steel's body, Supergirl realizes, it will also give her time to recover some of her powers. She might be able to get out of this before MixMaster returns!
Twenty minutes after MixMaster and her crew left, Supergirl decides to try her bonds. Using every erg of energy in her magnificent body plus her heat vision, Supergirl focuses on removing one of the wrist cuffs. Grunting, straining, sweating with the effort required, the Girl of Steel is rewarded by the sight of the steel shackle slowly melting and separating from the combined assault of heat vision and super strength, allowing her to free her left wrist. Pausing only a moment, Supergirl turns her heat vision on the other wrist and adds a pull from her freed hand. Seconds later, her right hand snaps free and the Maid of Might falls forward onto her knees, her ankles still shackled to the i-beams.
"Gotta finish this quickly!" Supergirl realizes, feeling her strength starting to wane after all the effort she's exerted. Panting for air but grimly determined, the Maid of Might begins to work on freeing her left ankle. She frees it but doing so took longer than freeing her right wrist. Freeing her right ankle takes even longer and leaves the Maid of Might's muscles aching from the effort, her eyes blurry from using her heat vision, and barely able to balance on her hands and knees.
"Nnnh," Supergirl says, crawling across the floor away from the cargo net, "c-can't face MixMaster like this." The Girl of Steel gets to the door and sags to her knees, leaning against the door to catch her breath. After a minute or so, she reaches up to the doorknob and manages to twist it until the lock snaps. Holding on to the doorknob, Supergirl slowly pulls herself to her feet and steps out of the storage room. She observes that she's been in another of the U-Stor-It rooms in another part of the facility.
Supergirl takes a last look into the room and then turns around toward one of the complex's alleys. Suddenly, a truck wheels around the corner and heads down the alley toward her. Supergirl stands outside the storage room, knees still bent and wobbly, her magnificent body still weakened by the green-K poisoning and her strenuous use of energy to escape from the i-beam tree. She flashes her super vision at the onrushing truck and spots MegaWatt and Misty in the front seat.
Sadly, thoroughly ashamed at having to flee from these criminals, the Girl of Steel turns and takes a few steps down the alleyway, the villains' truck racing to run her down. Just as she's about to leap into the air the front of the truck hits her butt and launches her into the air. With a strenuous effort, she manages to remain in the air using her flying ability and slowly rises above the complex, her ass throbbing painfully, her tailbone feeling as if it had been hit with a sledgehammer. Fighting back tears caused by her cowardly retreat, the severely-weakend Maid of Might continues flying off into the night, her speed a mere shadow of what it used to be.
A few minutes later, an exhausted Girl of Steel lands (almost on her ass, she's so weak) at a motel near Texas Stadium and struggles into her Linda Danvers disguise. She quickly rents a room and heads to it. After quickly washing her face, the battered Maid of Might peels off her Linda suit and her Supergirl costume and flops, naked except for her boots, onto the soft motel bed. In seconds, she's asleep and trying to put out of her mind the trap she fell into so easily.
Late on the following afternoon, a somewhat refreshed Supergirl leaves the motel room and flies back toward the U-Stor-It facility in Plano. Hovering above the complex, she's not surprised to see that both the room with the electronics and the room in which she had been held are now empty. A careful scan of the facility shows no sign of the villains from last night so she lands and enters the room in which she'd been held captive. Everything, even residual traces of green-K radiation, is gone.
"Well, I never thought MixMaster was stupid," Supergirl says to herself as she leaves the room. "I'm sure she headed out as soon as she saw me fly out of her reach. I'll have to wait until she resurfaces to catch her. I'm sure she won't stay quiet for very long."
"I should use the time to go after Swift Bear," she muses, "I think I know where to find him. In the meantime, maybe MixMaster will reveal her hideout and I can go after her and that gang of hers. Bring them all in at once!"
Resolutely, the confident Maid of Might turns toward the northeast and leaps into the air, rising higher and higher into the skies. In moments, she's travelling over five thousands miles an hour in a ballistic trajectory aimed at southwestern England. A short time later, the Girl of Steel lands atop one of the lintel stones at the ancient druid ceremonial ring known as Stonehenge.
"Britannia, I need to see you!" Supergirl yells into the clouds overhead. Suddenly, her vision gets blurry and she can no longer make out her surroundings. Just as quickly, the Maid of Might's vision clears and she sees herself back in the comfortable little one-room cottage that is Britannia's lair. Several walls are covered with shelves holding books, strange jars, parchments, and other oddities. Along one wall is a large fireplace with several burning logs, filling the small room with heat and light.
Britannia, rumored to be a descendent of Merlin himself, is Britain's premier super hero/heroine. Unlike many other meta humans, when she's not fighting evil, she doesn't hide behind a secret identity, she just returns to this place in another time and space dimension. No one can enter without her leave and she is immune to magick attacks here. Also, she doesn't age in this place. Magick strands extending back to Earth tell her when she is needed to correct the balance between good and evil.
The white-haired, thin, forty-ish looking woman sits lotus-style in a large comfortable stuffed arm chair. She has on her white mask and catsuit (with a large red and white Union Jack flag covering her front, stretched sideways from her neckline to her waist) and black buccaneer-style boots. Her white elbow-length gloves and her red cape are folded neatly beside her magical "Isle Sceptre" on an old table nearby. A small serving tray floats beside her and holds a teapot, sugar and cream bowls, and two large cups on saucers.
"Won't you have a seat, my dear?" Britannia asks Supergirl, waving an arm toward another comfortable arm chair which materializes as she speaks. "Do you take cream or sugar?" she finishes, waving toward the tea server.
"A little cream, please," Supergirl says, slipping into the large chair. She swings her legs up into a lotus position like Britannia, forgetting for the moment that in a skirt, she's baring her crotch to her hostess. If Britannia notices, she says nothing. She does flash an enigmatic smile at the young Kryptonian, however. A teacup and saucer floats over to the Girl of Steel's hands.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, child," says the older woman, her tone making Supergirl uncomfortably guilty. "I presume you must be about to do battle with a magick user, else you would not be here."
Ashamed, Supergirl mutters, "I'm . . . I'm sorry, Britannia, but I've been just too busy the last few weeks . . . I'd love to come back for a visit as soon as I get some free time, honest! I just can't seem to get a moment to myself anymore!"
"Tut, tut, tut, girl," the witch says, "I meant no offense. Drink your tea and relax, Supergirl. I know your time is not entirely your own - it never is for we who must battle the forces of darkness. Besides, I've worked with you before, as you'll no doubt recall, and I know something of the powerful foes you have encountered."
"That's why I'm here," Supergirl confesses, taking a sip from the teacup. "A man I captured a while back, Swift Bear, escaped yesterday. I suspect he's going back to his reservation outside Taos, New Mexico. I think you said his magic is strongest there. Anyway, I need some help to battle him and his magic."
"Ah, yes, the red Indian shaman," Britannia says, tilting her head back slightly and running her hand across her chin and neck. "A most formidable foeman, as I recall. His magicks reached across the world to make things a bit dicey for me whilst I was fighting a vampire in Rumania."
"Things were more than a bit dicey for me," Supergirl says, taking another sip of tea. "That bastard was trying to turn me into his sex slave!"
Again the witch smiles at her young guest. "Well, perhaps this time we should thwart the shaman by putting a spell of protection on you. Very powerful but unfortunately it is also very short-lived," Britannia says, rising. She waves her hands over the floor and a pair of circles, each with a large pentagram and assorted cryptic runes inside, forms on the floor. "If you would, my dear," she continues, taking the teacup from Supergirl. "Please stand just inside that circle, inside the pentagram, yesss - there! DO NOT MOVE!"
When Supergirl takes her place inside the circle, Britannia moves into the other and begins to chant in some long-lost tongue. The room darkens and the small hairs on Supergirl's neck and arms begin to rise as if there's a powerful electrical charge in the room. Her hair, skirt and cape billow somewhat in a slight breeze appearing from somewhere in the closed room. The funny feeling gets stronger as she feels like something is pressing against her super body from all sides. "Gods, I hate magic," she thinks as the lighting in the room dims.
Suddenly Supergirl gasps as the air is forced from her lungs from the pressure against her taut, hard body. She suppresses a brief panic at being crushed by magic, trusting that the English witch won't harm her. Her nipples harden slightly from her panic at being crushed, again demonstrating to the woman that danger and fear make her horny.
Supergirl's trust in Britannia is rewarded when the pressure slowly eases and she can once again breathe normally. When Britannia leaves her circle and beckons toward the Maid of Might, Supergirl leaves her circle and walks toward the witch.
"This spell will ward off all magicks directed against you, Supergirl," Britannia explains to the Maid of Might, "but only for one day from now, and only against magicks that attempt to attack you. You won't, for example, be able to pass through a magical barrier or see through a magical disguise, you understand? Also, you will be protected against any natural objects that try to do you harm. A stick or a stone, for example, cannot penetrate the ward.
"None of this, unfortunately, will work against man-made things," Britannia continues. "As you know, my abilities are somewhat limited against modern contrivances like guns and bullets."
"I'm sure I'll just need protection against his magic attacks," Supergirl says confidently. "Anything man-made can't hurt me. I'm invulnerable! And one day should be long enough to find him. I'm sure he's gone back to his mountains.
"I can't thank you enough for your help," Supergirl gushes, grasping the witch's hands with her own. Supergirl squeezes the older woman's hands and smiles up at her, then impulsively leans forward to plant a light kiss on the Englishwoman's cheek. Before Supergirl can withdraw, Britannia turns her head slightly to brush her lips against Supergirl's, returning the kiss and a little tongue. A heartbeat later, the two women slowly pull apart, Supergirl definitely flustered by the kiss from Britannia.
"I'll . . . uh, I'll be back," Supergirl says, her voice a bit deeper and more throaty than usual - VERY flustered by Britannia's kiss. The witch smiles enigmatically and flicks her wrist and suddenly the Maid of Might is again standing atop the lintel stone. The Girl of Steel wastes not a moment - she leaps into the air and rapidly accelerates on a course back toward the U.S.
Jogging and a few lucky instances in which he was offered rides (well, lucky for him, not for those who gave him rides) and Swift Bear is back in Taos, covering the last few miles toward his mountain stronghold. The man is exhausted but knows he must prepare for that flying blonde - she surely will be looking here for him.
As Swift Bear enters reservation property and runs along a trail leading to his mountain-top cave, his senses reach out to the birds and other animals he relies upon as his eyes and ears. Quickly the bond is reestablished and Swift Bear sorts through his allies' senses, looking for the Maid of Might. Nothing.
Swift Bear is able to spend two hours to prepare for the Girl of Steel before one of his animal sentries, a high-flying eagle, alerts the shaman to Supergirl's arrival. Through the bird's eyes, Swift Bear watches as the Maid of Might circles high over the reservation, obviously using her super vision to search for him. The tribal priest of the Red Willow Creek people of the Taos Pueblo is now dressed in his tan leather vest, white cotton pants, sandals, and head and wrist bands. He moves to the cave entrance and sits crosslegged, awaiting her inevitable arrival. After saying a short chant, he's ready for the bitch!
Supergirl needs only moments to scan the mountains before she spots her quarry near the cave in which he once tried to dominate her. "Almost like he's waiting for me," she decides. "But this time I'm ready for him - his magic won't work against me!" she confidently thinks to herself. A quick thrust of her thigh muscles and the Girl of Steel banks and dives toward the cave. Her plan is to capture Swift Bear by flying down and grabbing him before he can do anything in his defense.
The blue blur that is the Maid of Might swoops down on the seated shaman and her arms envelop his muscular body. She suddenly loses all forward momentum - as if she had tried to lift an immovable object! The man seems like he is part of the planet. Supergirl, her arms wrapped tightly around the man, pinning his own arms to his side, strains mightily to lift Swift Bear off the floor of the cave but her incredible power is useless - the man continues to sit and smile at her vain effort.
"I choose to stay here, woman," he finally says. "I am one with the ground."
The Girl of Steel releases him and lands less than a foot in front of the man. "You know I have to take you back to serve time for your crimes, Swift Bear," she says, shifting her hands to hips and adopting her power pose. "If I have to, I have a friend who can overcome your magic," she says smugly. "I'll bring her here if you don't come along peacefully," she says, hoping to bluff the man into surrendering.
"Will your friend help you against this magic?" the shaman says, reaching his left hand into a pouch on his waist. His fingers remove the lead foil around the small lump of synthetic green Kryptonite MixMaster had given to him. A second's concentration and he absorbs its power - green-K radiation. As his deeply-tanned skin begins to glow greenishly, the Maid of Might gasps and takes a step backward away from him.
"Nn, nnooo! This c-can't be hap-happening," she gasps, striving to remain upright on now-wobbly legs. The man rises quickly and approaches the heroine, grabbing her right bicep with his huge hand. Unable to resist his powerful muscles, the girl is dragged back into the cave, stumbling as she walks, her ability to think getting fuzzy as the green-K radiation floods into her body.
Dully, she realizes the chink in the magic ward placed on her body by Britannia. It works only against magical attacks or attacks by natural substances. The radiation from the synthetic substance that is flowing from Swift Bear, while created by his totem-using magic, is still a man-made effect. The ward is totally useless as is she against this particular man-made (well, woman-made) object!
Minutes later, the Maid of Might finds herself again a prisoner of the shaman, her wrists again chained to a piton in the roof of the cave, her boot heels dangling an inch or so off the floor of the cave. As long as the man stands near her and radiates green-K she's too weak to even keep her head up. Her chin rests on her chest above her lovely breasts, her breath comes in shallow pants. And once again, the man has stripped her of most of her costume - her cape, leotard and skirt lie in a heap against one wall of the cave.
"You have beaten me, shamed me before my people and the elders of my tribe, and you have taken my hand," Swift Bear hisses at the woman, holding the stump of his right hand before her face. "I should just kill you but instead my vengeance against you shall shatter your spirit, woman. Your days as a super heroine are over. After I steal your super powers from you, from now on you will be Swift Bear's woman. EEEYYAAAAHHHH!!" he says, throwing his head back and howling.
Slowly, the shaman circles his captive, moving ever closer to the dangling prize. His left hand reaches out and his glowing palm drags across her stomach, around to her side, then up to cup one of her pert breasts. Supergirl hisses and gasps from the touch of his hand, both in pleasure from his touch and in pain from the green-K radiation flowing from his hand. She struggles weakly, trying to move her body away from the burning touch of his hand.
Swift Bear stops before the woman, his face inches away from her's. His left hand rises and envelops her right breast. A small moan escapes the captive's lips when he squeezes her breast. Another moan escapes her lips when he leans forward and takes her left breast into his mouth to suck and bite. Then the stump of his right hand forces its way between her thighs and upward to press against her crotch. Supergirl moans piteously at his painful touch. As the man's left hand continues to squeeze her right breast and his mouth works on her other breast, Swift Bear's stump begins to rub against her nether lips. "SSStttooopppp!!" she begs as the green-K radiation from his body ravages her own body. "NNooo!! Not ... don't do that mmmnnnhhh!" she moans as his thick wrist pries apart her nether lips and his stump plunges into her. "H-hurts ... aaOOOWWW!!" she cries as his stump goes deeply into her body and the green-K radiations saturate her vaginal walls. Supergirl bucks and twists in her chains as she tries to get away from the man's hands and radiation. In moments she sags in her chains and surrenders to his power, her body too weak to continue resisting him, her will crushed by the pain of the green-K poisoning. He slides his huge stump back and forth between her thighs and against her vaginal lips. He quickly repeats his thrusts and is soon rewarded when the captive heroine arches her back and cries out in pain/anguish/pleasure as a powerful orgasm thunders through her super body. Grinning evilly, Swift Bear removes his hand from her body and withdraws the now-very-damp stump of his right hand from beween her legs.
Slowly, the greenish glow of his skin fades and slowly a strong musky scent fills the cavern. Swift Bear lifts Supergirl's chin upward and looks deeply into her half-closed eyes, looks for a reaction in her to his pheromones. As the seconds creep by, her pain-stricken lips seem to bend slightly at the sides and her pupils dilate as she tries to see more of this magnificent male's body. Convinced that he's stirring a feeling of lust in the helpless heroine, his hand releases her chin, drops slowly downward, drags across her breast. He pauses to again squeeze the mound of flesh, causing the woman to moan throatily. He pinches her blood-engorged nipple and smiles as the most powerful woman on Earth winces and moans. His hand slides around to her back and his fingers trace their way down her spine to the crack at the bottom. His hand envelops one of her cheeks as his fingers tease at the edge of the crack, tease and ultimately probe into her ass. Again the Girl of Steel moans and now her body shudders. A thin trickle of her juices slides down the inside of her thigh.
"Nn, nnoo," she pants, "puh-please . . . nnh, please stop this," she begs, unable to stop her body from betraying her. She wriggles feebly in a vain attempt to move away from the man but he just grins and pulls her closer. Her breasts rub against the rough leather of his vest and the mound of golden hair near her crotch touches his bare belly just above his pants. "MMMNNHHHAAAAAHH!" she cries out as his fingers push deeper into her anus. "S-sttoooppp!" she begs, unable to resist the feelings overwhelming her once-powerful body.
Slowly, carefully, the shaman again slides the stump of his right hand between Supergirl's legs and again rubs it against her nether lips, coating it with her juices. Again the woman's body shudders from his scent and touch, then a deep throaty moan slips past her red lips as Swift Bear slides the tip of his stump into her love canal, twisting his wrist left and right as he penetrates the woman.
His wrist, far thicker than any man's penis, spreads her nether lips to the breaking point and she screams from the sudden pain. Weakened by his green-K poisoning, her body can't stop the man's thick stump from driving deeper into her body, can't stop his incredibly thick wrist from hurting her. As he digs into her, he raises her higher off the floor of the cave, causing her hips to bend toward him and her legs to brush against his body as he goes deeper and deeper into the woman. Hungrily, his mouth swallows one of her breasts and his tongue teases the woman's nipple, causing her to moan and squirm even more.
His fingers push their way into her anus at the same time and suddenly Supergirl
screams as a powerful orgasm rips through her super body. Before she can
recover, another one hits, then another. Her body surrenders to the shaman's
magical pheromones and his probing fingers and stump. "
Swift Bear decides to shut the woman up. He shifts slightly and presses his lips against Supergirl's. She tries to resist but he forcefully pushes his tongue between her lips and probes inside her mouth, teasing her tongue with his. His kiss has a powerful effect on the woman's will and she kisses back, lost in lust for the powerful, muscular shaman. Her conscious mind slips away as her body shudders again from an orgasm - she's unable to control herself anymore due to the effects of his magical animal scent on her body. The scent isn't an attack - it's just there, so the magic ward is useless against it.
Swift Bear keeps ravishing the blonde for nearly twenty minutes. After about ten minutes of using the stump of his right hand to rape the woman and give her several powerful orgasms, he pulls his good hand out of her ass and lowers his cotton pants to the floor of the cave. He then lifts the woman by her hips and slowly settles her nether lips on the thick end of his manhood. Again he draws a moan from the woman as she slides onto his long thick penis (it's not as wide as his wrist/forearm, so it slides in much easier). With his hand and stump on either side of her body, with their lips still locked in feverish kisses, the shaman slides the woman up and down on his thick, fourteen-inch-long shaft.
"OOhhhh, Rao!" Supergirl hisses as her body shudders from ecstasy, "nnnoooo ... stop!" Swift Bear continues to slide the woman up and down his thick tool. He smiles evilly as her head falls backward and she lets him control her magnificent body.
Once again the powerful shaman has the world's greatest heroine in his control. He mutters some arcane tribal chants as he slowly rams her again and again onto his tool. The Maid of Might is lost in the sexual reverie he's causing - her thighs are soaked with her fluids, her hair hangs limp and soaked from her head, her legs flop uselessly as she slides on and off his monstrous penis.
Swift Bear's chanting becomes louder now and his head band glows brightly. He increases the speed of with which the woman slides up and down his shaft, using the energy he's stealing from her to fuel his muscles and sustain his erection. She's now moaning constantly, gasping for air, obviously starting to feel pain from the repeated orgasms and muscle spasms. "Soon ungh very soon," he grunts. His own orgasm has been building, too, and soon he won't be able to stop it from exploding.
Minutes later, with Supergirl nearly unconscious as she rides his massive tool from one orgasm to another, Swift Bear explodes and shoots a massive load of cum into the Girl of Steel. His head snaps back and he exhales loudly in a deep moan, closing his eyes as he slows her wild ride on his tool. Finally drained, he releases the girl and her drained body sways back and forth, dangling from the cuffs on her wrists. His own body glows, most brightly near his head band (which glows like a white star), less brightly farther down his body.
The powerful shaman's exertions have left him with aches and pains in his back, hand and stump. He takes a last look at the captive super heroine, hanging limply from the roof of his cave. She is surely beaten - her hair hangs in long stringy strands across her face and shoulders. Her head is down, her eyes are closed. Juices from them both have made the insides of her legs wet and slippery. From time to time, a soft moan slips past her lips or her body shudders in aftershocks from the many powerful orgasms he's given her. His own body surges with the strength he's stolen from her. He quickly regains the energy he lost during their intercourse, thanks to the powers he's stolen from her.
"Time to make sure you obey me forever, girl," Swift Bear says, turning away from his prisoner. He steps into the back of the cave to his collection of herbs and other objects used in his magic. A short while later he returns to Supergirl. She's still unconscious and, since he can't pour his potion into her mouth with just one good hand, he sets the bowl down and begins to shake her blonde head. For good measure, he rams the stump of his right hand into her rock-hard abs. He ignores the slight pain of pounding against her steel-hard gut, ignores the possibility that her strength is returning, and focuses on getting her to wake up. He's finally rewarded when Supergirl moans and opens her eyes.
"Drink this, girl, it will refresh you," he lies, holding the bowl to her lips. Supergirl hungrily drinks deeply, coughing once as she swallows the bitter potion. "She can regain her strength now," Swift Bear decides. "This will rob her of all willpower. She will respond to any command I give her, like a puppet!"
"Nn-no more, please," she begs again, "I - I can't take any more. You're killing me."
"Not yet, woman," Swift Bear says, turning away from Supergirl, patting her cheek. "I'm having too much fun with your body. Maybe later." As the girl's eyes slowly close again, Swift Bear leaves the cave and heads back toward his pueblo for some food. He can feel her stolen strength surging through his body! "Maybe Stalking Panther will let me borrow her video camera," he thinks as he heads down the mountain. "I'd like to take some shots of Supergirl after that drug destroys her mind. Imagine the stories on the news when they see her crush rocks in her bare hands, then strip off her costume and suck my dick! Then they will know the power of Swift Bear. Then I can take HER powers forever and use them to regain the land of my people!"
"Ohhhh, Rao, I ache," Supergirl moans a while later. Suddenly her super body convulses and she experiences an uncontrollable vomit. The potion Swift Bear had put into her spews from her lips across the floor of the cave. The potion, made of natural herbs and Swift Bear's magic, is rejected by Britannia's ward around Supergirl's body as an attack against her body. None of the foul stuff affects her. And with Swift Bear and the small piece of green-K in his belt pouch far away from her, Supergirl's strength quickly returns.
Minutes later, the Maid of Might uses the little strength she has regained and frees herself from the chains. Some water found in the back of the cave to is used to clean herself. Her body protests as she again dons her blue, red and yellow costume. Every cell in her body seems to scream with pain as she bends and stretches to fit back into her costume.
"At least I'm getting back to my old self," she reasons, probing outward with her super vision, seeking her foe. Suddenly she spots Swift Bear walking back toward the cave. He's about a mile off and several hundred feet lower, his view of the cave entrance blocked by cottonwoods. "Now that I know what he can do to me," she continues to herself, "I think I can take away some of his advantage."
A somewhat revitalized Maid of Might leaps into the air and dives toward the approaching shaman. Faster and faster she flies and though her powers are still far below her normal level, she reaches the man and manages to rip his belt off. She continues flying past the man when suddenly the small lump of MixMaster's green-K in one of the belt's pouches, now much closer to her body, once again begins to affect her. Supergirl struggles to fly higher but she can't overcome the weakening effect of the green-K. As she starts to tumble toward the ground, she makes a herculean effort to toss the belt off to one side. She crashes into the trail as the shaman's belt spins off to her left before hanging up in a tree some fifty yards away and thirty feet off the ground.
Supergirl manages to get up to her hands and knees when suddenly a powerful force hammers her back, driving her down onto the dirt on her belly. "DAMN YOU!" Swift Bear howls at the woman lying before him, "HOW DO YOU ESCAPE MY TRAPS!" The enraged shaman drops to his knees, pinning Supergirl's arms with his knees, resting his butt on hers. He grabs her chin with his powerful hand and, arm muscles bulging prominently, he twists the woman's head around as if he's uncapping a pill bottle. He uses his stump to help turn the woman's head.
"ENOUGH!" Supergirl yells, pulling herself up to her hands and knees again. Swift Bear's knees slide off her arms and he's suddenly sitting on her back like a child awaiting a pony ride. The Maid of Might continues to rise, fighting the man's efforts to rip off her head.
Swift Bear loses his hold on Supergirl and falls onto his butt beside her. The
Girl of Steel turns to face him, unbridled rage on her face. Before Swift Bear
can react, a red boot flies toward his face and connects with his chin in a loud
Supergirl strides resolutely toward the fallen man, grim determination on her face, intending to scoop him up and return him to the authorities in Dallas. Just as she reaches him, Swift Bear manages to lift one foot and drive his sandal into her crotch, lifting the heroine off the trail. She sails upward and backward and lands on her butt a few feet away, more shocked than hurt. Her super powers are slowly returning - Swift Bear soon will be unable to stop her with the powers he stole from her! "Great!" she muses as she rises to her feet. "All he'll have left is his magic!"
Both antagonists rise at the same time and rush toward each other. Again the Girl of Steel's nostrils fill with the sweet scent of . . . of his powerful manliness! The Maid of Might's resolve weakens briefly, very briefly, as her mind wanders and she imagines being taken again by this powerful and handsome Native American. As her attention drifts, the shaman entwines his fingers around her right hand's fingers and his stump pushes on her left shoulder. He bends her hand backward and drives her to the ground. Her nose, now closer to his groin and the source of his musk, wrinkles briefly from the heady aroma. Supergirl shakes her head, trying to clear it of his man-smell.
"Nnoo," she grunts, suddenly aware that the shaman is holding the most powerful woman on Earth on her knees. "This must stop!" she vows, her mighty constitution finally clearing his musk from her nostrils and her body. Invigorated, the heroine rises from her knees, pushing back against Swift Bear's hand and stump. His eyes widen as the woman regains her feet and suddenly pushes him to his knees! His pheromones are too weak to fully control the Kryptonian as her powers return to near-normal. What he stole from her isn't enough to overcome the enraged heroine.
"Enough, Swift Bear!" she says, rapping his forehead with her left fist. The man falls backward, unconscious, beaten again by the Girl of Steel. She pauses for a second as the last of his muskiness leaves her system. Her super body shudders as exhaustion suddenly washes over her. Enough of her power has returned to enable her to scoop him up in her arms. Together, they soar into the sky and as the sun settles in the west, the Maid of Might takes Swift Bear back to Dallas, back to incarceration and away from the mountains he loves.