(Note: This story is more or less based on the Kryptonian Supergirl Kara Zor-el of the 1980s, who was killed off by D.C. Comics; many of the other characters are from that era as well, but there are some 'current' characters/events and new characters. Hope this mishmash isn't too confusing.) "If those costumed freaks want a war, we'll give them a war!" The head of Intergang glares at the eight other people seated around a large conference table, pounds his fist on the table, and stands ramrod straight. His gaze at the others is like a snake eyeing a group of bird eggs. Intergang is a crime organization spanning most of the eastern seaboard of the U.S. The nine people here, dressed in fashionable business attire and gray hoods, are the ruling council for the infamous InterGang. In addition to the Chairman, there are four functional chiefs who head criminal activities in the areas of Physical Damage, Extortion, Theft and Controlled Substances. Four others are support chiefs in charge of such mundane activities as Finances, Information, Logistics and Research. Hundreds of criminal activities begin here. Criminals controlled by one chief are loaned to another, as needed, for special operations. InterGang runs like a large corporation. Superman has tried for years to close down InterGang, but has had no success.
However, for the last two weeks, the Justice League has been busting Intergang activities from Boston to Washington, D.C. The criminals have lost almost a billion dollars in revenue and the ruling council is trying to decide how to respond.
"Our latest intelligence has Wonder Woman sometimes operating in Boston, Green Lantern in New York, Hawkman in Philly, Superman in Metropolis, Batman and Robin in Gotham, Flash in Central City, and Supergirl in D.C.," Information reports. "The Martian Manhunter also seems to be working in Boston and Central City, but we're not sure. No word on the others."
"Uh, I might add that we have some interesting items coming on-line in the next day or so," Research says tentatively.
"Explain," the Chairman commands.
"We've been looking at the League as having two types of members: human and meta-human. The Bat-people, Green Lantern, Hawkman are all humans but with great gadgets. The others are meta-humans," Research explains. "For the humans, we have developed a weapons suit we call the Destroyer. Lots of firepower. Should be able to stop the humans. We've also been very successful with ways to neutralize their gadgets. As for the metas, we need something special - powerful knockout gasses for the Amazon, green Kryptonite for the Kryptonians. Or extremely powerful weapons. I've had my people scanning universities and research labs."
"And?" the Chairman asks, lowering himself into his chair.
"Well, for example, one team found a scientist at Penn State who's working on creating anti-matter. Dr. Pretorius isn't getting much help from funding sources. Also, we found a Dr. Janus down at American University in Washington, D.C.," Research explains, shaking a bit now from the pressure she feels. "Janus recently lost her grant from the Defense Advanced Research and Projects Agency - DARPA - for a negatively-charged photonic ray."
"What the Hell is that?" Extortion asks.
"Uh, we don't really know, but I've put out feelers to Dr. Janus," Research says. "Maybe we can fund the good doctor's research if that ray does anything. And it's in D.C., so we can conveniently try it on Supergirl before we go after Superman or Wonder Woman."
"We OWE that blond bitch!" Physical Damage mutters as he slaps a meaty fist on the table. Others around the room nod their heads. She's ruined several of their operations and escaped from Intergang death traps far too often.
"Put that on the front burner, Research, and see what else you can come up with," the Chairman says. A second later he bangs the butt of his pistol on the table, signifying an end to the meeting.
Sirens wail in New York, just blocks away from the former site of the World Trade Center. Half a dozen men and women trying to rob Spiffany's, a large jewelry store, tripped a silent alarm and are now trapped inside. A mob of police cars and SWAT vans have the criminals surrounded. They would move in but don't want to risk the hostages. This isn't Russia, for Pete's sake! Suddenly a familiar black and green figure slowly descends from the sky, surrounded in a green aura.
"Green Lantern!" some of the police shout happily.
"Green Lantern!" some of the criminals shout unhappily.
Lantern begins to float toward the jewelry store when suddenly a fusilade of shots begins inside the store. The green aura around the Leaguer gets brighter as he strengthens his defense. Scores of 9mm and 5.56mm shells bounce harmlessly off his green aura and fall to the street below him. Then a series of pops can be heard as ... as small yellow capsules hit his aura? Lantern looks surprised when the front of his green defense shield is slowly covered with yellow paint. Someone must be firing a paintball rifle at him. Then one of the small yellow capsules hits right on his Power Ring. A second shot follows and, between the two shots, his ring is now covered in yellow paint.
Green Lantern's protective aura disappears and he falls five feet to land on his
butt in the middle of the street. Between the cops and the crooks. Crooks who
are now firing regular guns into the street. Silence falls over the street like
a cloak as cops and criminals alike stop firing and gape at the mighty hero
sitting on his butt in the middle of a fire fight. GL rises to his feet and
begins to run back toward the cop cars. The crooks quickly recall that he's a
foe and begin firing at the fleeing hero. The Lantern is hit by at least four
bullets. He crashes to the ground just a few feet from the police cars. Five
officers rush out to help him - two without vests, who quickly fall from the
crooks' fire. Suddenly there are loud hissing sounds and flashes of light. Three
rocket-propelled grenades
After stopping two Intergang robberies in downtown D.C., Supergirl returns to her apartment in nearby Leesburg, Virginia. As she enters her apartment, the small blond hairs on the back of her neck rise - someone's inside her apartment! She is still in her costume - blue leotard, red skirt, red and yellow boots, red cape. She uses her super vision to scan the apartment and spots the intruder in the kitchen. Supergirl floats into the air and slowly glides toward the kitchen, entering it without making a sound. Suddenly the intruder whirls around - the sound of Supergirl's skirt rubbing against her thighs as she slowly flew through the air was just loud enough for the intruder to hear!
"How did you get in here!" Supergirl demands, dropping to the floor and standing in her power pose - hands on hips, legs slightly spread. Her eyes sparkle with an alien shine as she looks at the intruder's magnificent body - long muscular legs, well-proportioned hips, little waist, and magnificent 40C breasts. Arms that look normal but hide tremendous strength. The intruder is also in a power pose, with her hands on her hips and her huge breasts aimed at the Girl of Tomorrow like a pair of smart bombs.
"You don't really have any defenses for this place, do you?" the intruder asks, moving closer to the Maid of Might. "I thought we might have a rematch, Kara. You were wonderful the last time we met, but I had to do all the work.* I think this time you'll have to show more effort."
"I think I gave as good as you did," the plucky Kryptonian replies, looking up at the taller woman. "Perhaps best two falls out of three ...?"
"Perhaps later," the tall brunette replies. Her hands moves in a blur and suddenly a golden lasso drops over Supergirl's shoulders. Wonder Woman tightens the knot on the Lasso of Obedience and pins Supergirl's arms to her sides. "But first, I want to see you on your knees again. Now!"
The Maid of Might's eyes glaze over and she shakes a moment, the slowly drops to her knees, her face mere inches in front of the Amazon Princess. Diana slowly removes her golden girdle and then commands the Girl of Steel to remove her star-spangled trunks. The blonde dutifully reaches up and hooks her fingers in the waistband of Diana's trunks and slowly pulls them down the woman's long, well-tanned thighs. When the trunks pass her knees, the Princess of Themyscira slowly raises first one leg, then the other, so Supergirl can slip the trunks off the Amazon's legs.
Even as Diana commands, "Use your tongue," Supergirl leans forward on her own and tentatively tickles the Amazon's twat with her tongue. Diana slowly spreads her legs apart and the Girl of Steel reaches strong hands behind the Amazon's thighs to grip her butt. Then the blonde begins to earnestly lick the Amazon's bulging clit. A heartbeat later and Diana moans softly, savoring both Kara's tongue and those strong hands kneading her buttocks.
As Supergirl's tongue works more feverishly on the Amazon, a gasping Diana slowly walks forward and pushes the Maid of Might backwards until she lands on her back, her knees bent sharply, her boot heels pinned beneath her creamy thighs. Diana easily glides down onto the Maid of Might's face, pinning America's Darling to the floor of her apartment under Paradise Island pussy. "Suffering Sapho, YYYEESSSSS!!" Wonder Woman pants as the Kryptonian's powerful tongue floats the brunette toward a powerful climax. Wonder Woman drops the end of her golden lasso and falls forward onto her palms as her crotch grinds against the blond's face. Diana grinds her love canal harder and harder onto Supergirl's face and her moans and gasps fill the apartment, as do the Kryptonian's slurping noises.
Diana feels she's about to climax from Supergirl's tonguing when the Maid of Might abruptly drives two fingers into the Amazan's anus and her lips pinch hard on the Amazon's clit. Wonder Woman suddenly explodes from a massive orgasm, one so powerful that she can't even scream. The Amazon Princess just presses her thighs together, crushing Supergirl's head inside their powerful grip and shudders and grimaces as the orgasm sweeps through her body, sending waves of pleasure to every nook and cranny. Diana's love juices pour from her pussy like a small tidal wave. Most are greedily licked and swallowed by Kara but the flow is more than even she can capture - her face and neck are stained by the Amazon's love juices. And even through this orgasm, Supergirl still continues to lick and suck and poke her fingers inside the Amazon's anus.
Meanwhile, Supergirl relishes being forced by the powerful Princess of Themyscira to give oral sex. Her submission fantasies race through her brain at the thought of submission to the magicks of the Golden Lasso. Her body tingles from the compulsion forced on her by the lasso. When Diana pushes Kara onto her back, the Maid of Might almost has her own orgasm as feelings of helplessness envelop her mind. She whimpers in a soft voice when Diana's thighs squeeze against the sides of her head in a powerful vice-like crush. Of course, the crushing thighs don't hurt her - she's invulnerable. The situation, the feeling of being dominated, are what makes Kara's mind swirl and makes her body lubricate her own love canal.
"You've failed again," a stern Diana says at last, rising off the Girl of Steel. The taller woman pulls the Girl of Steel to her feet and uses a nearby cloth to wipe some of her love juices off the blond's face.
"
"This lasso is a cheap fake, Supergirl," Wonder Woman says in a sad voice, waving the Golden Lasso before Supergirl's eyes. "You surrendered to me too easily, Kara. I thought we wanted to see if you could resist your fantasies to be taken and sexually dominated. I see we cannot. And although I thoroughly enjoy the prospect of having you as my lover, I would prefer you as an equal, as a sister, not as a slave."
"What ... what does that mean?" Supergirl says, revealing on her face her concern with her condition.
"Well, we can use the real Golden Lasso to try to remove your obsession for being sexually submissive and controllable and if that fails, then we can try the Purple Healing Ray back on Paradise Island ..."
"What's that beeping?"
"JLA alert - I'm sorry, Kara, but I must return to League Headquarters. Something's happening. Keep up your good work here against Intergang and we'll talk again when time permits."
While investigating a break-in at a prominent museum in Philly, Hawkman and Hawkgirl are enveloped in dense clouds of knockout gasses. The two crimefighters struggle to fly upward but the concentration of gasses is too thick. First Hawkgirl drops to the cold tile floor, then Hawkman drops. A few moments later, a large team of gas-masked Intergang criminals enter the smoky room and carry the unconscious crimefighters into a large van at the rear of the museum. The van speeds away as police begin to form a cordon around the place, unaware that they are far too late to foil the criminals' plan.
A few days later, a tall brunette who seems to be a little over forty years old and is wearing an expensive gray business suit with a very short skirt enters and sits expectantly in the cluttered office of Dr. J. J. Janus, physics professor at American University in Washington, D.C. She rises to her feet when an equally tall and attractive thirty-something redhead enters the office wearing a long skirt, a billowy blouse, and an ill-fitting, too-large sweater. The redhead slips into her chair behind her desk and finally notices the brunette. "Can I help you?"
"I represent a large ... corporation that is interested in your work," the brunette explains. "If you are near the prototype stage and can demonstrate it, we might be interested in funding your research."
"Well, I actually already have a prototype, but until I can get certain patent issues resolved, I'm not showing my work or offering it to bidders. That's why the military stopped funding. They wanted to take control of my research and have me create a weapon that would shoot down planes several miles away."
"We wondered if your negatively-charged photonic ray might have industrial uses - softening metals, for instance."
"My ray would soften the hardest metals on the planet, Miss ..."
"Call me Miss Anderson, Doctor," the brunette replies. "How does it work?"
"It strips electrons away from atoms, changing them. An atom has a nucleus, an electron and a proton and a neutron. My device will eliminate the electron. This changes and weakens the atom's electromagnetic force. There is a cascade effect that weakens surrounding atoms. In mere seconds, titanium becomes as soft as lead."
"Let's go see it, shall we?"
"I don't see why," Dr. Janus replies. "I told you I'm not prepared to sell it."
"We might just need to rent it. How would it work on flesh?"
"You must be kidding!" Janus huffs. "Skin would boil off in seconds!"
"Let's talk and walk at the same time, Doctor," the brunette says, rising to her feet. She pulls a small handgun from her purse and aims it at the tall redhead. The doctor reluctantly rises to her feet and leads the way out of the office and down the hall to her physics lab.
A day later, the Maid of Might lands outside the Physics Building on the campus of American University, in Washington, D.C. Two women await her, both very attractive, both very tall, one brunette and one redhead. As the Girl of Steel drops toward the pair, her skirt floats upward, revealing the thin stretch of blue fabric between her legs. "Thank goodness you've come!" the redhead says, stepping forward. "I'm Dr. Janus, this is Ms. Anderson, my ... uh, my assistant, Supergirl. We've ... mmm, we've gotten threats about terrorists interested in my work. We need your help in preparing it for a move to Fort Belvoir and better security."
"Well, let's go inside, and maybe you can show me your work and what you need from me," Supergirl replies, smiling at the two other women. The three enter the building and quickly walk up one floor to Dr. Janus' lab. Inside the lab, Supergirl sees the usual meters and recording devices. The only oddity is a huge steel door, like that of a bank vault, along one wall.
"What do you think the terrorists might want here," Supergirl says, trying hard to believe that terrorists would even understand what the doctor is doing, much less know what to steal.
"Follow me," the doctor says, moving to open the vault door. After she gets it open, the tall redhead leads Supergirl into a small metal room. There are various-shaped metal plates along the walls, a three-foot high bullet-shaped cylinder in the middle of the room, and small movie cameras in two corners. There is a chair in the center of the room, beside the cylinder, bolted to the floor. "This is my test chamber," the physicist explains. "If anyone should take one of these plates or that rectifier (she points at the cylinder), my work would be set back years!"
"What do these things do, Dr. Janus?"
"Well, my research is ..."
"Dr. Janus, can you come here please, we're getting some odd feedback from the alpha channel," the assistant yells from outside the metal room.
"This will only take a second, Supergirl," Dr. Janus says, smiling. "I would prefer that you wait here - less crowded in the lab that way. Have a seat!" The woman makes a ragged smile as she leaves the test chamber, talking with her assistant before even leaving the room.
Supergirl takes a look around the room, examining the rectifier and the plates. Unable to learn anything about the equipment, the Girl of Steel sits in the wooden chair. Suddenly the vault door slams shut and low humming sound fills the room. "Dr. Janus," Supergirl says, looking up at one of the cameras. "Is something going on here I should know about?"
"Nothing to concern you, Supergirl," the woman replies, her voice entering the room via speakers beside the door. "One part of the system entered a test cycle and is spiking. The door automatically shuts when the system is on. There may be some energy bursts in there, Supergirl. Until I can dampen them, for your own safety, perhaps you should get out. I don't want to hurt you. I'll have the door open in a second."
"Don't bother, Dr. Janus," Supergirl replies calmly, crossing her legs. "I'm Supergirl - I can handle a few energy bursts. See if you can stop them before they get out of hand, though, in case they might hurt others. I can wait in here should you need my help." Supergirl looks through the walls with her super vision and sees the doctor rushing around from console to console, flipping switches and monitoring gauges. She settles back in the chair and notes the rising pitch of the humming sound in the room when the doctor seems unlikely to respond to her offer.
"Hmmm, I'm feeling all tingly," Supergirl says aloud to herself as the humming continues to increase. "How's it going, Dr. Janus?" she asks, but her super vision reveals the doctor still feverishly engaged in flipping controls and spinning dials. "Uh, I don't know if this means anything, but every part of my skin feels like it's rippling slightly."
"Just some harmonics at work, Supergirl, and nothing you should worry about," Dr. Janus says through the speakers. "Uhh, Supergirl, is the rectifier doing anything?"
"It's starting to vibrate and hum. It's getting louder, too."
"If it shakes much more, I'll need you to hold it down. If it comes loose, we're in trouble!"
Seconds later, the Maid of Might rises to her feet and moves beside the rectifier as its humming and shaking increases. Just as she places her hands on either side of it to steady it, she gasps loudly, presses her thighs together and calls out, "Nnnnhh ... duh-Dr. Janus ... mmmnnn ... this is odd ... ooohhh ... but something is nnnnhh hur-hurting meee!" The Maid of Might bends at her waist and her blond tresses cascade down to cover her face. Her knees bend and her whole body shakes in time with the vibrating rectifier. "Sk-skin is ... ooohhh ... on fire!"
Bolts of bright white energy suddenly seem to flash out of the metal plates on the wall and head toward the rectifier. Many of the energy bolts hit the Girl of Steel and after the first one or two hits, she stands upright and tries to hold the rectifier steady even as she shakes from the hits. Her head shakes sideways, her body shudders, and she calls to Dr. Janus, "Whu-what's nnnhhh going on?"
"Hang on just a few more minutes, Supergirl," Dr. Janus calls out calmly, smiling through the observation window at the Maid of Might.
"Huh-hurry! Oooohhhhh ... hurtssss!" Supergirl moans. Her body now seems to be folding in on itself under the relentless assault of the bright energy bolts. Her elbows press against her ribs and she bends over more, as if she has a severe tummy ache or as if she's trying to protect herself from the bolts. She seems like she's going to collapse at any second. "Huurrryyy!!" she cries out in a shaky voice. She seems to be struggling to hold the rectifier steady as her body is blasted with lightning bolts.
The humming gets louder and the room fills with more and more energy bolts. Most go directly to the rectifier but a large number strike the blue-clad blonde, making her body shudder and shake more and more violently. She releases her hold on the rectifier and moves toward one wall but the energy bolts seem to increase - panels on that wall pump out more and more lightning bolts that strike her face, chest and belly. Supergirl acts like someone walking in a powerful windstorm as more and more white energy hammers her indestructible body.
After less than a minute of punishment by the crackling energy spikes, the Girl of Steel abruptly drops onto her knees, then falls forward onto her hands. Her hair flies erratically in all directions and the powerful energy bolts seem to focus on her head, hammering the top of her head mercilessly. After only a minute or so, Supergirl falls onto her side and curls into a fetal ball, moaning and crying out. Still the terrible lightning bolts strike her lovely body, making it jump and shake pitifully. Her whole body must be on fire, the way she's behaving. "How much longer must I torment her?" a now-anguished Dr. Janus asks the brunette.
"nnnnnnhhhhh ... uhuhuh ... st-stop this ... oooohhhhh ..." the Maid of Might moans piteously.
"Give it another minute, to be sure," the erstwhile assistant says, glaring at the physicist. "Turn up the power! Fry her!"
"AAAAOOOOOOWWWWWW!! SSTTOOOPPP ITTTT ... YOU'RE KILLLLINNGG MEEEEE!!" Supergirl screams from inside the vault as the humming ramps upward. Her body is now tightly curled into a ball and she's shaking and shuddering on the floor. Many of the energy bolts seem to be going for her body now, instead of going for the rectifier. She's almost covered in an aura of white light and the crackle of energy hitting her is ear-splitting, even with the speakers turned down. Suddenly, Supergirl screams "AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!" and falls onto her back, her legs and arms splayed outward. Her eyes are closed and the lightning bolts no longer make her body bounce, even though the Hellish rain continues. She lies motionless on her back as the room floods with the powerful energy bolts.
A minute later, Dr. Janus turns off the equipment and the humming and sparking dies down. The cameras reveal the Girl of Steel lying motionless on the floor. "Hurry up!" Anderson orders. "Do you have that collar I gave you?"
"Yes," the professor says resignedly. "What is it? What will it do to the poor girl?"
"It'll keep her too weak to fight us, I hope," Anderson snarls. "It's experimental - never been tested. But the theory is sound. And don't try to make me feel any sympathy for her. You've been well paid for your scientific know-how, Dr. Janus, and this woman, this alien, is not worthy of pity from you or me. Let's get in there!"
After the room quietens, the two women open the vault door and cross to the stricken Maid of Might, pulling a hospital gurney with them. Anderson drops to one knee and bends over to listen to the heroine's heart, pressing one ear against the deep valley between her two luscious breasts. Almost as an afterthought, Janus hands the woman a stethescope which the criminal leader uses on the Girl of Steel. Seconds later, Anderson rises to her feet.
"Almost no heartbeat," the Intergang Research chief gloats. She slaps Supergirl's cheek and yelps in pain. "Hey, I thought you said your ray would take away her powers!"
"Well, it probably turned her muscles to mush, Anderson, as I said might
happen," the professor replies in a snippy voice. "But her skin is still
terribly dense. Research I've read says her molecular structure is thousands of
times more dense than a human's. She'd have to be under my ray for an hour or so
to weaken that. But she can still be hurt in this state. Watch." Janus crosses
the vault floor, leaves, and returns with a metal pipe. She swings it like a
baseball bat and hits the side of the Girl of Steel's head with a resounding
"EXCELLENT!!! Now, let's get that collar on her!" As Janus grabs a handful of blond tresses and holds Supergirl's head off the floor and Anderson slips a thick metal collar around the woman's neck. "This is supposed to pump a steady stream of red sunlight radiation into her body to keep her weak. It should even make her vulnerable and susceptible to punishment, I think. I can't wait to take her to our headquarters ..."
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," Janus says, boldly blocking the exit from the vault. "Look, you've paid me handsomely for my help. And you've promised more when she's delivered to your colleagues. So it's in my interest to see that she gets to them and they stay alive long enough to pay me. I advise against moving her. At this point, I have no idea how long she'll remain unconscious and you said yourself that the collar is only experimental. If she revives and has her full powers back, you might have a problem and I'll be out a substantial amount of money. I suggest you ask some of your colleagues to come here. I can dose her from time to time to keep her weak and controllable."
Research thinks for a moment, then shakes her head. She loads the Maid of Might onto the gurney and says, "I'll take my chances. Let's stick with my original plan. Get your coat, Dr. Janus. You're coming with us. You'll get your money as soon as we get to my headquarters in Metropolis." As Anderson brushes past Dr. Janus and leaves the vault, pushing the stricken heroine on the gurney, Janus follows meekly. While the trio move down a hallway in the physics building, Anderson pulls a cell phone out, calls her car and orders the driver and guard to join her. Less than an hour later, the five are at the Baltimore-Washington International airport and are boarding a small Lear jet for the flight to Metropolis. As the jet gets airborne, Anderson leans back in her seat and gloats, "I've finally defeated the mighty Supergirl! Your invention was a complete success, Dr. Janus. The Council will be most pleased with the results of your work!"
"I can't say that I enjoyed capturing her for you," Janus says in a soft voice, "but I know that the money will fund my research for many years to come."
"Keep that in mind, doctor, and keep in mind that if you can design gadgets as useful as this ray was, my associates will fund you for many years to come!"
During the trip, both Janus and Anderson repeatedly check Supergirl's pulse and the metal collar around her neck. Each finds her life signs are still almost non-existent.
Six hours later, Anderson (who is the head of the Research Section of Intergang) and Dr. Janus walk into a darkened conference room. The two thugs behind them push a refrigerator-mover dolly. The familiar form of Supergirl is strapped to the refrigerator-mover with thick leather straps on her calves, thighs, and below and above her breasts. Her eyes are still closed, her arms are tightly pinned against her sides by another leather strap around her belly and forearms. Her head lolls around on her neck as if it is mounted on a Slinky©. The Chairman and the other seven members of the Ruling Council clap and hoot at the sight of the Girl of Tomorrow, unconscious, helpless, bound and in their clutches.
"Mr. Chairman, ladies and gentlemen, I give you - Supergirl!" Anderson gloats, waving her hand in front of the Maid of Might like Vanna White turning letters on Wheel of Fortune®.
"Is she dead?" the Chairman asks. His full attention is on the blue-clad blonde at the end of the table.
"No, but her life signs are very low. Dr. Janus' machine really worked!" Anderson gloats.
"And now I'd like to be paid," the doctor says in a soft, timid voice with just a trace of a quivver. "I've upheld my end of our bargain."
"Pay her," the Chairman orders Finances. "We might have more work for you, Doctor, in the near future."
Finance slides a metal attaché case across the conference table. Janus grabs it and turns to leave. "Will you need transportation back to D.C.?" Logistics asks the woman.
"No, but thanks," she says and leaves the room.
After Janus leaves, Physical Damage rises from his seat and goes to the unconscious Maid of Might. He winds up and punches her cheek with tremendous force. Then he hops around waving his fist and howling in pain. "Christ, she's not broken!"
The head of Research laughs at the man's pain. "She is, you big lug, but her Kryptonian skin is still invulnerable," Anderson explains. "I think after a few days of wearing the collar, though, she will be so weak we can kill her, if we choose to do so."
While Physical Damage moves back to his seat, still nursing his sore hand, the Chairman rises from his seat and angrily asks Research, "Do you mean you brought her to the Council while she still has her super powers?"
"Well, we couldn't tell if she has anything other than her invulnerability, but she IS unconscious! Listen to her heart! She's barely alive!"
The Chairman leaves his seat and approaches Anderson and the Maid of Might. "You sure that collar is working?"
"All indicators say it's flooding her body with radiation similar to that of a red sun. Our tests with that when she was in Lorton Prison* showed a massive loss in her abilities. We might even have been able to kill her at that time had she not been rescued."
"Hmmmn, so very pretty, and also so very dangerous," the Chairman says. "That's a powerful aphrodesiac for some people, including me! Especially when she's like this, under my control." Now beside the Maid of Might, he drags a finger across her breast, lazily drawing cirles around her nipples. When the heroine moans, the man looks first at Anderson, then at the two men who brought the Girl of Steel into the room. "Go downstairs and get suited up - get in the Destroyer suits and bring back one or two of the tachyon rifles we stole from LexCorp. She better be as weak as you promise, Research!" the Chairman snarls at Anderson.
"Oh, puh-leeeze," Anderson says in an exasperated voice. "Would she continue to fake helplessness after you fondle her? Why, even you saw that she moans when you touch her! Watch!" and Anderson reaches her hand down under the Girl of Steel's skirt. The front of the skirt ripples sharply, then the Maid of Might moans loudly. "She can feel things - I played with her on the flight here and she seemed like she was almost ready to wake up. Look how she acts when I finger her clit!" The Maid of Might does seem close to regaining consciousness - her head rolls from side to side, her tongue slowly drags across her luscious red lips, wetting them. She squirms slightly in her tight bindings. The front of the Chairman's pants begins to tent as he watches the fallen heroine moan and squirm in her bindings.
"Boss, want me to call some boys and take her downstairs to the cells?" Physical Damage asks. "We can put her in with them other heroes."
"Yes, but first I want to wake her up enough to hear her protests when I physically molest that magnificent body of hers. Research, can you revive her and make sure she won't cause us any trouble?"
"But I've been trying to tell you, sir, she can't hurt you," the exasperated head of Research tells her boss. "And I don't know if I even can revive her. She's barely alive!"
"Actually, I'm more than barely alive," Supergirl says suddenly, opening her eyes. She flexes her muscles and easily snaps the leather bands pinning her arms to her sides. Then she snaps the bands around her waist, hips and thighs. Pandemonium breaks out among most of the Council members. The Chairman backs away from the revived Maid of Might and the other members rise to their feet. Several begin to fire handguns at the Maid of Might - the bullets bounce harmlessly off her chest. The Chairman moves back to his chair, pulls out his own pistol, and starts shooting at the Girl of Steel.
"You can come back now, Dr. Janus!" Supergirl says loudly. Then she reaches up and wraps her hands around the huge metal collar on her neck. Smiling at Anderson, Supergirl easily breaks the collar into two pieces, pulls them off her neck, and casually tosses them across the room. As the two metal pieces clatter to the floor, the double doors at the end of the room fly open and Dr. Janus strides into the room. Several of the gang lords look at her quizzically. She smiles at them and then begins to spin in a circle. Faster and faster the tall redhead whirls and as her hair darkens, her business suit gradually disappears to reveal - Wonder Woman!
"You were right, Supergirl," the amazing Amazon says. "Intergang was so fixated on defeating and capturing you, they bought our little con. That woman actually believed you were hurt by a simple physics experiment! The clincher was when you broke that fake blood capsule inside your mouth in my lab."
"And people say blondes are dumb! Someone here said that our colleagues are downstairs somewhere, Diana. I'm sure my super vision will help us find them now."
"That collar!" Ms. Anderson sputters, "it should have taken away your powers, Supergirl, even if that ray thing was a fake!"
"It might have, but my friend here disabled it during the flight from D.C."
A heartbeat later and the Intergang chiefs resume furiously firing at the two heroines. Bullets bounce off the Girl of Steel while the Amazon Princess easily deflects them, playing Bullets and Bracelets. Anderson tries to flee the room but the Maid of Might easily stops her with a forearm clothesline that knocks the woman across the room and onto her back on the long conference table.
"Do you want to call the police, or should I?" Supergirl asks her companion, blithely ignoring the small arms fire.
"I can keep these folks entertained, Supergirl," Diana says as she deflects more bullets back toward the gang bosses, making them duck behind the table. Supergirl turns sharply, her skirt and cape swirling behind her, and goes into the outer office.
"I'll call the police, then see if I can find our friends," Supergirl yells from the outer office.
Fire from the crime overlords has noticeably slackened since their bullets started coming back toward them! "Now, how about if you people stop shooting and line up nicely for the police?" the Princess of Themyscira asks the Intergang Ruling Council. More bullets answer her.
Supergirl walks into the empty outer office - the Intergang staff have fled the room - and picks up a phone to call the Metropolis P.D. when the door to the hall outside explodes, sending shards of glass and wood into the room. Supergirl hangs up the phone and looks toward the door and smiles when someone wearing some kind of combat armor enters through the doorway. She sees one of the thugs who brought here up here. He's a 6' tall male figure (her super vision reveals) covered with brown armored ceramic plates, probably reactive armor like tanks use. He carries a short 30"-long object like a MAC-10 in one hand and has a variety of gadgets and pouches hanging off the armor. A helmet covers his head; it doesn't seem to have a face shield, just a solid front, and her super vision reveals hidden cameras with L.E.D. displays inside the helmet.
"Oh, puh-leeeeze, not another death-dealing super heroine-bashing super suit!" Supergirl says sarcastically. She starts to move toward the prototype of Intergang's Destroyer combat suit when he raises the firearm and shoots at her. "AAOOWWW!" she yelps when a bright white light hits her belly and flings her backward. Her invulnerable body hits the doors to the conference room and knocks one off its hinges. She drops to the floor, leaning against the other door, her left hand on her belly, her right holding her upright. She groans as she struggles to clear her head from the shot. Obviously the firearm is a knockoff or copy of the tachyon rifles developed by LexCorp. A few shots from one of those can knock her out!
What's the problem, Supergirl?" the speakers on the Destroyer ask. "Did you run out of smart-ass remarks to make?"
"Nnnhhh ... just ... just caught me by sur-" she replies, rising to her feet. A second Destroyer enters the office and passes the first man. She gets as far as bent knees when the second Destroyer fires a shot and hits her flush on her face. This time she sails backward into the conference room, taking the other half of the door with her. She and the door land on the floor inside the conference room and the acrid smell of smoke fills the room as visibility in the room drops. This wisps of smoke rise off her face.
"Under the table!" the Chairman shouts to his people and, except for Anderson/Research, who's still lying atop the table and unconscious, all of the gang leaders dive to the floor under the table as the two Destroyers enter the room. Wonder Woman looks at the disappearing criminals, then at Supergirl, and finally toward the doorway. One is raising his weapon at her, the other is kneeling over the Maid of Might.
"Your turn, Wonder Woman," the villain aiming at her says, firing his cannon at the Amazon warrior princess. She easily deflects his shot with one of her feminum bracelets, then, before either man can make a second shot at her, she leaps across the five feet separating them and her shoulder slams into the man's chest. The two fly backward into the outer office and drop to the floor, the Destroyer pinned to the floor by the Amazon. She rises up and straddles his body, her knees on either side of his chest. As she raises a fist to smash the man's helmet, there's a tremendous explosion in her crotch and she flies upward.
Unseen by Diana, the man used a free hand to fire one of the reactive armor plates on his suit. A powerful shaped-charge of explosives blasts one of the ceramic tiles on his chest away from his body and the force of the explosion slams the tile into the heroine's star-spangled crotch and sends her flying. She lands hard on her shoulders a few feet away and the Destroyer rolls on his side. They're in a race to get back on their feet and the human in the combat suit is winning! The Amazon is curled in a ball, massaging her crotch, trying to ease some of the pain she's feeling from the powerful smack to her nether lips.
Inside the conference room, Supergirl is up on one elbow, rubbing her forehead with her other hand. Two blasts by whatever kind of weapon the men are using have hurt her! She hears some kind of explosion through the damaged doorway and also hears Diana groan when she hits the floor. "Nnnnh ... gotta help ... Diana!" Supergirl resolves, and struggles to rise to a seated position. Her efforts are frustrated, though, when the Destroyer still in the meeting room steps close and kicks her chest with a heavy boot, knocking the slightly-stunned woman onto her back. He stands over Kara, boot on her chest over her S rune, pressing down her breasts and pinning her to the floor.
"Get ... OFF!!" Supergirl snarls, lifting the man's foot off her body. She twists it and topples the man onto the floor on his side. As the seconds pass, she recovers from the powerful blasts from their weapons. She rises again to a seated position. She can see the other Destroyer through the ruined doorway, up on one knee and looking right at her. She's about to rise to her own knees when the villain aims his rifle at her and snaps off a shot. This third blast hits her chest right on her S symbol and she skids backwards, on her butt, into one wall of the conference room.
"Ooohhh ... muh-must be a ... a tachyon rifle ... oooohhh," she moans as she tries to clear her head. Her chest hurts like Hell from this latest blast. "Gotta get my act together," she realizes, "or they're gonna stop me and Diana!" She hears another shot rip out but it doesn't hit her - Wonder Woman must be drawing fire now. If only they could coordinate their attacks, use their super powers, super speed!
Wonder Woman rises to one hand and one knee, her other foot on the floor, when she hears the Destroyer fire at Supergirl. She spins around to face him only to see him now aiming his weapon at her. At literally the last moment, the Amazon raises her left wrist in time to block the shot from his weapon. Unable to properly position herself, she lacks the leverage to deflect such a powerful blast. When it hits her bracelet, she is blown backward and slams the back of her head against a secretary's desk. The hard hit on the most vulnerable part of the Amazon's body stuns the woman, slowing her reactions.
The Destroyer rises to his feet. From his position, he can see both heroines. He can see his partner in the other room, rising off the floor. Both women are on their butts and obviously the worse for the wear. Inside the helmet, the man smiles. He and his partner have just knocked two high-and-mighty super heroines on their lily-white asses without even breaking a sweat. Sweet! He takes two steps towards Diana and raises his left boot up over her face. She raises her arm up to block her face with her hand but her arm shakes from the effort - the blow to the back of her head has drained her strength temporarily. The man laughs (and the speakers carry his tinny giggles into the room), then easily kicks her hand aside. As Diana looks at him, beseeching him with her eyes for mercy, the Destroyer jams his hob-nailed boot into her face. The blow is so hard she and the desk are knocked back several feet. The Amazon slowly collapses on her side, her nose bleeding and her eyes closed, as blessed unconsciousness sweeps over her.
"This is just too easy!" the man gloats as he looks down at the lovely form of the unconscious heroine. He uses the tip of his boot, placed on her round hip, to roll her over onto her belly. Then he stoops beside the woman and fiddles with the connections on the woman's Golden Girdle. After a minute he finally manages to unclasp the girdle and pull it off the woman's trim waist. He tosses the gift from her gods across the shattered remnants of the outer office. Next he pulls several plastic restraints from a pouch on his chest. In seconds, the Amazon's biceps, wrists, thighs and ankles are tightly bound together by the white ties.
"Now for Blondie!" he says, turning back toward the conference room. "I just hope Ken left some of her for me to mess with!" his helmet speakers roar as he leaves the outer office.
Once again the Maid of Might tries to rise off the floor of the conference room. Fortunately for her, the Destroyer in the room, Ken, is also struggling to rise. The suit is very heavy and has nothing to augment his muscle power. None of the Intergang chiefs rush to help him - they're all cowering behind the conference table. Kara rises to her knees and manages to focus her vision enough to clearly see her surroundings. She uses her heat vision on Ken's weapon and manages to melt the body of the gun. "I hope that breaks his gun," she thinks as she continues to rise. She can see Ken struggling on his hands and knees, trying to rise off the floor.
The Maid of Might, on legs made weak from the battering she's received, approaches the thug. She looks down at Ken's back and then slams her fist down onto the suit's backpack. The casing crumples like thin paper and the system inside begins to spark and sizzle from electronics being shut down. While the man struggles to ease the pain he now feels in his back, Supergirl deftly brings the side of her hand down on the man's neck, hard enough to hurt him inside his Destroyer suit. The karate chop efficiently knocks out the man and he drops down onto his belly, unconscious and out of the fight.
"Now to help Diana!" Supergirl resolves, turning toward the doorway to the outer office. As she swings around, she sees the other Destroyer less than three feet away, gun raised and aimed at her belly. Before she can react, the man shoots and another tachyon blast hits her in the belly, right above her belt buckle. Once again the Girl of Steel finds herself flying backward at great speed. The wall stops her flight - violently - and she falls forward, landing on her face, her feet curled against the base of the wall.
"Nnnnhhh ... Ruh-Rao, that ... ooohhh ... hurts!" she moans. "Can't nnnnhhh can't take many more hits!" She rises up on her hands and knees and looks up to see where the other thug is and gasps - he's right in front of her and the muzzle of his gun is less than six inches from her face! Before she can do anything, the man fires and a massive burst of condensed tachyon particles stream out of the gun and hit her on the bridge of her nose. The stream bounces off her indestructible skin and feedback hits the weapon. Before anyone can react, the weapon explodes with titanic force, blowing Supergirl into the wall behind her and sending the Destroyer hurtling into the outer office, the front of his suit exploding as the ceramic tiles fly away from his body, triggered by the explosives under each tile.
The massive conference table, over five feet away from the blast, slides across the floor and slams into and through the huge glass window at one end of the room. As the glass shatters and falls away, Anderson, still lying unconscious on the table, slides along the top of the table and out the window. She has a thirty-five story drop to the city streets. When the table hits the glass, it also slams the Intergang Chairman and two of his associates, Extortion and Logistics, against the window. Like Anderson, they too fly out the window when the glass shatters. They scream piteously as they plummet toward the hard pavement below their office building. Other surviving members of Intergang's Ruling Council lie on the floor, wounded or (in the case of Physical Damage and Finance), dead from the blast.
Inside the burned-out conference room, electricity sparks from exposed outlets and broken lights and water pours down from fire suppression systems. Several wounded criminals begin to moan and call for help. The Maid of Might moans deliciously, the lower half of her body rammed through the wall and tangled in cables and rebar. Water hitting the back of her body mixes with live electrical lines and makes a myriad of bright white arcs of current dance up and down her body. From time to time, a large charge makes her body bounce off the floor and her moans become louder.
An eternity later, the Girl of Steel slowly raises her upper body off the floor and struggles to pull her lower body out of the wall. Her eyes are closed and her face is blacked, especially around her eyes, where the tachyon rifle blast hit her. She manages to crawl out of the wall and rise onto hands and knees but then realizes, "I CAN'T SEEEEE!!"
Supergirl drops backward, resting her butt on the heels of her boots and begins to rub her eyes with the palms of her hands. A minute later, she again tries to see but all she can make out are very dim light and dark spaces.
"Better ... nnnhhh ... better find Diana," she decides, rising to her feet. She totters briefly, her magnificent body entirely consumed with pain. She can only guess at the direction to the outer office - it must be ... THAT way! Slowly, on shakey legs, the Girl of Tomorrow begins to walk across the ruined carpet toward the other side of the office. Twice she trips over something - someone?
On the far side of the office, she discovers another wall. Taking a guess, she walks along the wall and suddenly feels an opening. "Diana! Can you hear me?" she shouts. And again, "DIANA! ARE YOU OUT HERE?"
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The blinded Girl of Steel approaches the bound Amazon and, of course, trips over the woman's boots. Kara recovers, gets back on her hands and knees, and feels around until she again finds the brunette. With Diana's help, Supergirl manages to snap the four plastic ties and free the Amazon. Diana rises to her feet, helping Supergirl up to her feet as well, then retrieves her Golden Girdle.
"My vision is starting to return, Diana," Supergirl says in a soft, vulnerable voice. "Maybe in a few minutes ..."
"Wait here, Kara, while I see to the Intergang chiefs. After all we've gone through, I don't want them to escape from us. I'll see that they're restrained, then maybe we can go look for our colleagues."
"Good job, Kara," a beaming Superman tells his cousin. They're in the Great Hall of the Metropolis Justice League Headquarters building, along with the current members and associates of the League. With the destruction of the Ruling Council and the documents found in their headquarters, the power of Intergang is broken. The three captured Leaguers were freed and even Supergirl's vision finally returned after a day of rest.
"I never thought I'd get to say this," Batman says, "but would you like to join the League as a full-time member?"
While the assembled heroes clap their hands, Kara looks around the room and smiles. "You've all been wonderful these past few days - I feel really close to all of you." She pauses and takes a deep breath. "I don't think I'd make a good League member. I have too much to learn, about being a heroine, about myself. Maybe in a few years ..."
She reluctantly turns and leaves the Great Hall, accompanied by the League members. "We'll be here if you need us, Supergirl," Superman says as the heroine floats gently upward.
Down near the doorway, Flash looks upward and moans throatily at the view of Supergirl flying up, up and away.
"About time you got here!"
"Patience, little one. I had things to do!"
"More important than me?"
"On your knees, woman! Such impertinence is unforgivable!"
"No way, Diana, your lasso and Purple Ray removed any desire to be submissive to you, or to anyone else!" the Maid of Might tells the tall brunette. The Amazon moves close to the Kryptonian and wraps her arms around the shorter woman.
"Well then, sister, shall we go to bed as equals, and see what develops?"
"I think I already know what to expect, Diana," the Girl of Steel replies, an impish smile on her face.
"Oh, I might have a trick or two up my sleeve," the Amazon says. She takes a half-step back, reaches up and removes her golden tiara from her head and after twisting and bending and rubbing it, the mystical artifact assumes the shape of a thick eight-inch long golden penis with some odd hooks at one end and a large red ruby at the working end of the penis. "This may be more invulnerable than you, Kara," Diana says, smiling at her friend. Supergirl's eyes become as large as saucers and she takes a half-step back away from the tall Amazon. Diana brings the golden dildo downward and hooks it onto the bottom of Aphrodite's Girdle, the source of her power. It hangs in front of the Amazon like a horny male's tool, ready to plunge into the Kryptonian's nether regions.
"Where do you think you're going?" Diana asks in a stern voice. She reaches out and grabs Supergirl's tunic above her S rune. The Amazon's powerful fist bunches the fabric together and Supergirl finds herself pulled close to the Princess' face. "You better have a good excuse, sister! Tell me where you're going!"
"Uh, to ... um, turn down the covers?"
Note: I planned to do only 12 Missions of Supergirl, then I decided to do 24. This is it. I want to move on to other heroines. Don't write me about doing any more Supergirl stories, I won't answer and I won't do them. There hasn't been much of a fan base for all the work I put into these stories so before quitting completely, I thought I'd see if any of my other lines develop interest. If you want to see my other stuff, go to https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/rw/index.htm for a complete listing of all my "superheroine in peril" stories.